Stray Dog (1949) - full transcript

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STRAY DOG

Produced by

SOJIRO MOTOGI

Screenplay by

AKIRA KUROSAWA, RYUZO KIKUSHIMA

Cinematography

ASAKAZU NAKAI

Music by

FUMIO HAYASAKA

Cast:

TOSHIRO MIFUNE

TAKASHI SHIMURA

KEIKO AWAJI, EIKO MIYOSHI

NORIKO SENGOKU, FUMIKO HONMA

Directed by

AKIRA KUROSAWA

It was an unbearably hot day.

Someone stole your gun?

Yes, I have no excuse.

POLICE HEADQUARTERS

HOMICIDE

The pistol had been lifted off of

Murakami, a rookie in Homicide.

How many bullets were in the gun?

All seven, sir.

A Colt?

The stolen piece was

a compact Colt revolver,

pinched right after firing practice.

How'd you do?

No good. I was up

all night on a stakeout.

- Missed every shot?

- No, one bull's-eye in a stump.

Get home and rest

those bloodshot eyes.

Actually, everything looks yellow.

- I'm off, then.

- Right, bye.

Murakami was beat.

And then there was

that awful heat.

On the bus, the air was so thick,

he felt woozy.

A wailing infant shook with tears,

and the woman beside him reeked

with the stink of cheap perfume.

Sir, I'll accept any punishment

you give me.

Sir...

Will you cut all that "sir" crap?

This isn't the army.

Yes. Lieutenant, sir,

what am I supposed to do?

Supposed to do? Well, you can't just

stand there while we decide.

I'd check with the pickpocket experts.

Might as well go to the source.

LARCENY

Well, that was rotten luck.

So, they gonna sack you?

Yes, probably.

You're under...

Lt. Nakajima.

Oh, man. He must've raked you

over the coals.

He looks like he'll rip you apart,

but he's cooler than you'd think.

He's not enough of a stickler

to dump you.

Take a seat.

So I hear you got a look

at the pickpocket's face?

Go over to Evidence, where they got mugs

on everyone with a record.

Give 'em an age range

and tell 'em he's "a rider,"

vehicles are his stock in trade.

What else?

We break 'em down by age, sex, methods,

type of goods - that's about it.

Any luck?

He's not so bad,

your lieutenant. Called me

and asked me to look out for you.

What's the problem?

I don't see him here.

But you know,

pickpockets sometimes

work in pairs,

passing the goods

off to a partner.

Remember any other suspicious

characters on the bus?

Well, there was a middle-aged lady

in a dress next to me.

On which side of you?

This side?

Yes, my right. On the side

where I carry my pistol.

Sounds fishy to me.

We got some famous

light-fingered ladies, too.

Say, show me the women's file.

Boy, do these faces

ever bring back memories.

Say, this train pickpocket

just kicked the bucket.

Is that so?

Hey. This is the one.

You mean her?

It was definitely her.

But you said

she had on a dress.

That's strange. Ogin's always been

known by her kimonos.

And way off her turf.

I'm sure. She had a perm

and stank of perfume.

A perm, Ogin?

Times sure have changed.

Get me her record.

No need. I know her

down to the moles on her back.

But she's always gone after cash.

Why'd she want a piece?

Must've hit the skids.

Where is she?

I know her haunts,

but she'll never confess.

I'll manage.

Manage, huh?

Let me see her.

See her, huh?

The boss must be out flat

in this heat.

After all, he's 78 years old.

Will she come?

Ogin? Oh, yeah, shows up

every day like clockwork.

She's the type that's conscientious

about petty stuff.

She's been a regular here

since the boom years.

What's wrong?

A story on a stolen pistol.

A homicide detective shocked

by a stolen gun?

No, I just wondered

if it might be mine.

Hey, long time no see.

Oh, it's you, Ichikawa-san.

I figured you'd kicked the bucket.

That's a helluva welcome.

Better than some.

What's better?

The way you look in a dress.

My associate here said

you'd taken up dresses,

so I had to see for myself.

You know this guy, don't you?

Who knows? At my age, I've stopped

noticing handsome young men.

You're slippery as the eels

on the menu here.

Why say that?

I've got nothing to hide.

You sure? Didn't you pull

a terrible misdeed on the bus?

Give me back my pistol.

I'll leave you out of the rest.

What's that supposed to mean?

Don't go accusing me.

Please, I just need

to get it back.

Just give me a clue.

Help him out.

The guy's just a greenhorn.

Listen, mess with a rookie

and you'll be sorry later.

I don't know.

You're violating my civil rights.

Awful stylish language, there.

- I can do better than that.

- Like what?

Bye-bye.

She's a dead end.

No, she's not.

But...

Then I'll tail her

until she comes clean.

Thank you so much.

Watch the buildings with two exits.

Man, you're a pain.

Give it a rest.

Not until you talk.

And my civil rights?

I'm just on a stroll.

Suit yourself, then.

Please, just give me a hint.

What time is it?

That was the 11:30 train.

That kid still hanging around?

Sure is.

I told him to come in,

or the mosquitoes would get him.

He said he's not drinking,

so he'd stay outside.

It's rare

for a young man these days.

I don't know what's up,

but why don't you go talk to him?

Gimme a beer.

Haven't you had enough?

It's not for me.

Come and get this.

You must be starving. Eat up.

Come and get it.

So, you win.

Eat up.

The beer's nice and cold, too.

- That's not what I...

- I know.

I told you, you win.

We're not playing "What's My Line?"

Just a hint, okay?

- Check the pistol dealers.

- Pistol dealers?

Man, are you green.

Places that unload guns.

They buy, sell and even rent 'em.

Nasty business.

Where are they?

Wouldn't know.

But I've heard if you wander

the alleys downtown looking desperate,

the scouts will come

and tug at your sleeves.

Isn't it time

you let me off the hook?

What an awful rotten day.

No one from Homicide ever

tailed me before. Day and night.

I'm beat.

Look, how pretty that is.

In the last 20 years,

I've completely forgotten

how wonderful the stars are.

Can you take care of me?

- Can you afford it?

- Sure.

It's loaded. It'll cost.

- How many rounds?

- Huh?

- How much?

- Short term...

You want a girl, right?

No, this racket.

Not my game.

Liar. My guys

told me about you.

Get out of here.

I'll sick the cops on you.

Too tired to get mad?

You're in pretty good shape

to be so down and out.

You need a piece?

Don't act dumb.

I'm asking you if you want a gun.

How much?

You're broke, so drop the cool act.

Your rice card.

Rice card?

You mean my ration card?

- If you don't even have that, no deal.

- I've got it.

Come to the Café Conga

on Suzuran Boulevard at 9:00.

Talk to the bitch

with the white flower.

Ration card.

Right.

- What the hell!

- Police.

I'm from Headquarters.

Can I question her in the back?

It's awful hot in there.

The roof's tin. Even at night,

it's like roasting in an oven.

Is this the only kind of gun

you handle?

Any old pistol

works in this racket.

Handled any Colts lately?

What's a Colt?

It's about this big.

Like this.

I loaned one out yesterday.

Where and when

are you supposed to get it back?

Shut up. I was supposed to get it back

tonight, where I met you.

I ran by him at the door

when you took off after me.

Boy, was he shocked.

Hey, that means you've still got

his ration card. Show me.

Man, you're a real amateur.

We hit 'em up for our share

when they bring the gun back.

This business is all about taking 'em

for everything we can.

After all, we're dealing with crooks.

Tough customers.

Hardly my game.

Meaning?

Remember the guy reading the paper

behind you? He's my lookout.

He holds on to the guy's ration card.

No use panicking.

They've all flown the coop by now.

Get it together, man.

Hurry up and take me in already.

It's so damned hot in here,

I'll roast to death.

No big deal, anyway.

Why are you so desperate

to get your Colt back?

You should have tried to grab

a pile of guns from that fence,

not just your Colt.

Shouldn't have brought her in.

But, sir...

I know how you feel. But there's

no proof she ever even had your Colt.

There's more than one Colt

in the world.

There was an assault

and robbery last night.

They took a bullet

out of the victim's elbow.

It's over in Evidence now.

It came from a Colt.

Cut it out.

No point imagining the worst.

Homicide detectives can't afford

to be so sensitive.

You look awful thin.

Been pounding the pavement?

Well, better to suffer

while you're young.

It's official.

- What?

You'll work three months at half pay.

And how about taking the day off?

EVIDENCE - WEAPONS

Yes?

Who examined that Colt bullet?

Oh, I did.

There's no record

of a bullet from this Colt.

Unless there's a match,

bullets never help us crack cases.

Just like a fingerprint,

the spiral marks on the surface...

What is it?

I misfired over here once.

Hmm. So?

Same type of bullet.

Please compare it.

Where'd you find it?

Please.

Congratulations.

It's from the same Colt.

Excellent police work.

Have a look for yourself.

Thank you.

LETTER OF RESIGNATION

You're taking responsibility?

There's no excuse.

Bad luck either makes a man

or destroys him.

Are you gonna let it destroy you?

Depending how you take it,

bad luck can be a big break.

Why not get yourself

put on this case?

Officer Abe's representing

Homicide on this one.

Like to join him?

- Yes.

Sato's with the precinct.

Great cop. Used to be with Homicide.

I'll call him

and get you on the team.

And before you go...

that pistol dealer's moll you brought in.

Why not talk to her again?

She may know something.

I'm on my way.

- Number 18, please.

- She's out.

- Out?

- A precinct cop took her in.

- Precinct cop?

- Yes. Room 4.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

I'm Murakami, Homicide.

That's the guy who booked me.

I'm Sato.

What? Oh, Sato-san.

What is it?

They've put me

on that new case of yours.

I just got orders

to work with you.

I'll need your advice.

Looking forward to it.

About the Colt

this woman handled?

Yeah, Abe filled me in on it.

Besides, it's the rare thief

that packs a Colt.

This guy you loaned the Colt to,

what's he like?

What's he like?

Let's see...

He had a winter jacket, even in this heat.

- Black?

- How did you know?

- He's also a lefty.

Yeah? Is that right?

Well, you can think it over

while you're smoking.

Hey, I remember.

He lit a match with his left hand.

I remember he was shaking bad.

I said, "You're not gonna blow

your brains out with that pistol?"

What's the guy's name?

- How would I know?

- Liar. You saw his ration card.

Sure I did. But it was pretty hard

to make out the letters.

I always hated school.

And who's got the ration card?

His name?

- Dunno.

- It's Kimura, right?

No, it isn't.

Who is it, then?

Guess you're protecting

your boyfriend.

- I am not.

- Liar.

- I'm not lying!

- When they protect 'em like this,

you can be sure

they're an item.

- Name's Honda.

- Okay, spill it all while you're at it.

I'll help myself to another one.

Honda's digs?

I wouldn't know.

I really don't know.

He's just stringing me along.

He'd never tell me.

Where's he hang out, then?

I don't know.

I remember.

I've heard he's keen on baseball.

I bet he goes to the stadium.

Does he have a record?

Yup.

He was bragging how he did time

for half-killing a woman.

- When was that?

- Who knows.

All right.

C'mon, wait till I've finished

my smoke.

Shoot. You get what you need

and you're gone.

Go see what you can

turn up on Honda.

It may just be an alias,

but it'll get you started.

And where are you going?

Well.

What's the coolest place around?

Sato-san.

I found it.

His real name's Tachibana.

Get a bunch of copies

of this photo. Then a warrant.

I don't know anything about

the location or the investigation.

Your arresting her was a big break.

We're nearly done.

We pick up Honda, get the ration card,

and put out an APB. It's got to be him.

A black winter jacket.

A Colt.

Which he clutched in his left hand.

A hand that was shaking

like a leaf.

'Cause he panicked

and shot it off for no reason.

Just your typical case

of an amateur running amok,

although the consequences

for the victims are severe.

A young woman?

Yeah, he got 40,000 yen off of her.

Three years' worth of savings.

Her whole dowry.

Got to work

another three, four years.

By then, she won't be young anymore.

Groom's waited 10 years,

counting the war.

The injury's nothing.

Just wants her money back.

That terrible gun.

What is it?

What's wrong?

The Colt, it was mine.

Someone stole it from me.

If only I hadn't screwed up.

If it wasn't a Colt,

it'd have been a Browning.

I have an awful feeling

something worse will happen.

We're all set.

The hawkers have his picture.

Well done.

Quite a game, huh?

Not again.

It's just that

something's bothering me.

What's that?

What?

That night, the perp came back

to return the gun.

But there I was,

busting that woman.

He must have thought

I got his card, too.

Maybe that's why he went out

and robbed and shot that girl.

Hey, there now.

Is the perpetrator

your responsibility?

No, but I checked. There were

no armed assaults the night before.

I mean, he'd gotten hold of the gun,

then had second thoughts.

And he wanted to return it,

but then...

So what?

Instead of brooding,

prevent the next incident.

He stole 40,000 yen. He's bound

to run through it pretty fast.

And what happens

when he runs out of dough?

He'll rob again. Once does not a habit

make, but the second time,

a stray becomes a rabid dog.

Am I wrong?

No.

We'll put everything we've got

into grabbing Honda.

He'll turn up today.

No baseball fan would miss this game.

Thank you for your patience.

The Giants vs. The Hawks.

And the lineup is...

How many people we got here?

- 50,000 they say.

- One of 50,000, huh?

How 'bout some ice pops?

Sweet popsicles.

Popsicles here.

We'll take two.

Twenty yen, please.

Play ball!

Popsicles.

Anyone want a popsicle?

Gimme a popsicle.

Hey, hey.

Sorry, I'm all out.

Then why push 'em?

- Now, the hard part.

- I'll get him.

Don't you see anything but Honda?

We can't put this crowd at risk.

We have to assume he's armed.

And a bullet's nothing like a foul ball.

Got to get him away from the crowd.

But how?

We mull it over.

We've got five innings to go.

Kawakami's coming up to bat.

Time for the seventh-inning stretch.

Only three innings to go.

Right.

We have a lost child to report.

Calling the father

of Hiroshi Yamamoto.

Your son climbed onto the roof

of the announcer's booth.

Please retrieve him immediately.

Let's give that a try.

Call Honda over the PA system.

I get it.

Honda-san of Ueno.

Honda-san of Ueno.

Please come

to the main gate immediately.

Your party will meet you there.

Maybe it's pointless.

Let's try again.

Right, this time

use his real name.

Tachibana-san of Ueno.

Tachibana-san of Ueno.

Please meet your party

at the main gate now.

Put 'em up!

RICE RATION CARD

SHINJIRO YUSA

We're lucky

Honda hadn't torn this to pieces.

He couldn't stand someone

having stolen his Colt.

He was planning his revenge.

Once a thief, always a thief.

Good work. Now we'll go after Yusa

with everything we've got.

We'll track him step by step.

Who knows how long it'll take.

A little rain would sure help.

This heat dulls your instincts.

I'm putting Sato-san

and Murakami on this investigation.

So Shinjiro Yusa is

your younger brother?

Yes. Has he done something?

He hasn't been home

for a week now.

Oh, it's no big deal, really.

Ever since he got home from the war,

he's like a stranger.

The poor boy.

His knapsack and everything he owned

was stolen from him on the train ride home.

He turned bitter.

You're just indulging him.

I can't be as hard on him

as you are.

He's always blaming

the world, the war.

Like he's carrying all Japan's problems,

but he never lifts a finger.

I blame those horrible friends of his.

Friends?

There's a yakuza

who comes by sometimes.

You know the Regent cut?

That's how he wears his hair.

It's all his fault.

- What's his name?

He always calls him "Sei-san."

They were in the army together.

Do you know where he lives?

I wonder.

May we look at

your brother's things?

There's almost nothing to speak of.

Just some junk in that box.

Excuse us.

He's a sweet, gentle kid,

but he's really too shy.

Go play outside.

Is this where he sleeps?

No, he sleeps out back...

More out back?

No, he just bought some wood

and made it himself.

May we see his room?

I'd hardly call it a room,

it's so makeshift.

I wanted to look after him,

but with so many kids...

How was he

when you last saw him?

Let me see...

I remember.

It must have been the day he left.

He didn't come

when dinner was ready.

I found him sitting here

in the dark, crying,

his head in his hands.

He kind of scared me.

Right.

Another sleepless night.

I hear that alley cat

crying over the rain.

The one who followed me

through the storm.

It's only going to suffer and die.

Better to kill it

once and for all.

I still remember

how it felt

when I crushed it with my foot.

I'm a coward.

Just like that rain-drenched cat.

What's the point...

Is this your brother's writing?

And this Sakura Hotel?

That's right. He mentioned

his yakuza friend

manages that hotel,

or something like that.

I'm sure that can't be so.

Thank you.

Welcome.

The manager?

- That's me.

- Know a man named Sei-san?

Sei-san's one of our bellboys.

What did he do now?

So, he's always up to something?

He does like his women.

We'd like to meet this ladies' man.

- Right away.

- We'll go this way.

Hey, the police are here.

Oh, Midori must have gone

whining to you.

I want you to know she knew

the score when she lent me the dough.

This isn't about Midori.

Is it about Kaori, then?

But, Officer...

We're not here over

your Midori or Kaori.

We want to know about Yusa.

Your war buddy.

So they beat you up in the army.

We aren't like that.

Isn't it about time

you turned off the faucet?

Where were we?

When did you last see Yusa?

It was Saturday night, the 11th.

He turned up, loaded.

- Pockets full too?

- Yeah, new clothes.

- What kind?

- A white linen suit.

White linen?

Was he by himself?

He's shy around women.

Not everyone can be like you.

He spent the night?

- Yes.

- How'd he seem?

- Who knows.

He was broke, but suddenly

he's loaded. Isn't that odd?

Didn't you ask him why?

What'd he say?

He didn't explain anything.

He just stared ahead, looking pale.

Did he pull something?

I hear you're the one

who led him astray.

But that's... Who told you that?

I just...

You just what?

I just hung around with him some.

What do you get

out of a penniless vet?

- I just... We're just friends.

- Liar.

I'm sure all your other friends

are good for dough.

What do you get

out of being pals with him?

He's got some pull backstage

at the Bluebird. That's why.

Right. Women again.

So you're telling me

you used him like a pass

to get close to those chorus girls?

Yes.

But why him?

He was broke.

One of the girls, Harumi Namiki,

was an old friend of his.

Do you have

any more questions for me?

We'll send a juvenile officer around.

Which one is Harumi Namiki?

Second from the left.

Harumi.

Why were you out yesterday?

I felt bad.

In this heat,

everybody feels like crap.

And you've got visitors.

They're police.

You act so innocent.

God knows what you're up to.

You're Namiki?

You know

a guy named Yusa?

Yes.

I hear you go way back.

Way back?

Weren't you childhood friends?

Friends?

We sat next to each other

one year at school.

I want the truth from you.

I'm not lying.

Forget it. So, what's the deal

with you two these days?

The deal?

I mean, are you his girl?

It's not like that.

So he's just another fan?

Not that either.

What is it, then? I hear he comes

to see you every day.

I can't just pack him off.

I do know him.

That's not what I'm talking about.

When was the last time

you saw him?

Answer.

I'm thinking.

You're thinking?

What's wrong?

Answer.

I haven't... done anything bad.

I filed a report with Headquarters.

We're beat.

Tomorrow's another day.

I'll excuse myself, then.

I'd like you to make

one last stop with me.

Why do you think

that woman burst into tears?

Well, she's exhausted.

And so are we.

I shouldn't have done that.

When you're tired,

you run out of patience.

Questioning's a tricky business.

If you try to strong-arm 'em,

you lose. Just like Sumo.

I think we should give her

another try tomorrow.

Sure, that's fine.

But she's not going

to give us much.

That kind of high-strung girl

is as stubborn as they come.

Make 'em mad

and they clam right up.

By the way, where are we going?

Hey.

Welcome home.

You're all so hot.

How 'bout welcoming our guest?

Welcome.

I was expecting more work.

Make yourself at home.

Welcome home.

Murakami from HQ.

- Pleasure's mine.

- No, mine.

I apologize for the decor.

Go on and play in the other room.

Please.

I remembered

we still have some rationed beer.

Please.

Impressive.

What? Those are just from

walking the beat every day.

Twenty-five years now

since I took home my first 13.5 yen.

How many shoes did I wear out?

Each citation must have a story.

That's right. In a word,

I've lived through it all.

I invited you on a whim,

so it's slim pickings.

Will squash do?

- Sure.

As you see, my house

is just a glorified shack,

but Yusa's place was pretty awful.

Not fit for human habitation.

Like they say,

"Maggots prefer filth."

They say there's no such thing

as a bad man.

Only bad situations.

Come to think of it,

you have to feel sorry for Yusa.

Oh, no. Thinking like that

won't get you anywhere as a cop.

It's easy to develop delusions,

chasing criminals all day.

We can't forget the many sheep

a Ione wolf leaves wounded.

Half those citations

were capital cases.

There's no help for a cop who doesn't

believe he's protecting the masses.

I say leave psychoanalysis

to the detective novels.

I just hate them, that's all.

The bad guys are bad.

I just can't bring myself

to think that way yet.

All those years in the war,

so many men became beasts

at the slightest provocation,

over and over.

Right. Must be our age difference.

Or maybe it's the times.

What do they call it?

Ap... Aple...

- You mean aprés-guerre?

That's it. You're part of that postwar

generation. Maybe Yusa is, too.

You identify with Yusa too much.

Maybe you're right.

My knapsack was stolen

on my train ride home too.

I see.

I was half out of my mind

with rage.

I could have pulled off

a robbery back then.

But I realized I'd hit

a dangerous crossroads,

deliberately chose another way,

and got myself this job.

Hmm. Right, I see.

It's just, in other words, aa...

Ap, aple...

- Aprés-guerre.

There are two aprés-guerre types:

Like you or like Yusa.

You're the real thing.

Yusa's an ap... ap...

aprés- nothing.

I'm all aprés- ed out.

And tomorrow?

What's the hurry?

I can't help it when I think of Yusa

running through all that cash.

He blew half

upgrading his duds.

It's been over a week now.

That's 6,000 yen a day.

We could live on that for a month.

I'll be going.

You sure?

Tomi.

Our guest's leaving. Hey, Tomi.

They all just fell asleep.

Oh, they fell asleep?

Take a look.

Looks like a pumpkin field.

It was armed robbery?

Yes. The wife was known

as quite a beauty

around the neighborhood.

They were so lovey-dovey

the maids all quit.

The husband was out of town.

Came back this morning to this.

You never know

what life has in store.

See, it's that house

with the crape myrtle bush.

Crape myrtle always brings bad luck.

It's really a problem.

Was it you who moved the body?

I was her doctor and she didn't

even like me to see her naked flesh.

I'm sure she wouldn't have

wanted anyone to see her that way.

I've known her

since she was this high.

Sato-san, do you think

it was my Colt again?

What the hell

does it matter if it was?

What's wrong?

My wife...

planted these tomatoes.

The day I left town,

they were still green.

But now that I'm back,

they've all ripened and turned red,

even though my wife is dead.

What's the point, Officer?

All for a measly 50,000 yen.

How can I even stand

to look at them?

The way I imagine it...

Imagining only complicates

an investigation. Stick to the facts.

Yes, hello? Nakajima here.

Is this Evidence?

Right, thanks.

So it was one of my bullets?

No, it was one of Yusa's.

Let's go.

No time for despair.

The only way to stop this

is to arrest Yusa.

There are five bullets

left in that gun.

- A new lead?

- Where to?

Where to?

Home for beer and a nap.

But you're awful sneaky.

You'd never go home together.

Just let me through.

It's so hot.

- The mark?

- I don't see a mark.

Always joking.

Headed this way, I bet.

- Who's headed this way?

- Who?

I was talking about the rain.

You can't be this tense all the time

if you want to be a cop.

I'm ready to collapse from anxiety.

The way you're talking,

you already have.

This is the make-or-break point.

He's killed someone.

A killer's like a mad dog.

Do you know how a mad dog walks?

There's an old ditty

that's disturbingly close to home.

"A mad dog only sees straight paths."

Yusa only knows straight paths now.

He's in love with Harumi Namiki.

She's the only thing he sees.

I know he'll go to her.

The manager's out.

Can I help you?

We want to see Namiki.

Harumi's out today.

She's a real problem, that one.

One little comment

and she takes the day off.

She's quiet all right,

but the quiet ones are always

the most stubborn.

And she's sick right now.

She's sick?

With her monthlies, you know.

They're always impossible then.

Know her address?

Sure.

I think she lives over in Koenji.

She's a mama's girl.

We want to see your daughter.

- Come in.

- Thank you.

We're fine here.

Harumi.

Please don't trouble yourself.

I'll take a match.

We can definitely expect

a downpour.

Harumi, we'd like

to ask you something.

I don't know a damn thing about Yusa.

I hate cops. They're so pushy.

Don't.

She's impossible.

Can it, Mom.

We don't have to say a thing

if we don't want to.

Even if you're covering up

for an armed-robbery suspect?

I still don't know.

Don't lie.

He was just here.

Yusa left this box of matches?

That's exactly right.

You were just complaining

that he follows you around.

Do you happen to know

where he went?

Tell them.

I'm ordering you, tell them.

Harumi, you must tell them

everything you know.

- I don't know what I don't know.

- You really don't?

- I really don't know.

- You'd better not be lying about this.

Harumi.

Listen, Harumi.

Why won't you tell them?

Tell them. Tell them.

Harumi, listen, Harumi.

We're closing in.

I've had enough of her lip for now.

I'll check the hotel

these matches came from.

And me?

See if you can tough it out

in there.

That mother's born

to prosecute her daughter.

Phone downstairs?

I'll call you.

Say, do you have a gun?

- Yes.

Afraid I left mine at home.

No holster.

Yusa just left. I doubt

he'll turn up here again tonight.

No more questions. Do whatever you want,

if you won't do as Mother says.

It's all my fault.

I spoiled you because

you never knew your father.

Go ahead.

Make a fool out of me.

He's in his late 20s,

wearing a white linen suit.

Got me.

They never register

under their real names.

Haruo Namiki. I get it.

That's him, ma'am.

Oh, that guy.

He spent two nights here,

drunk out of his mind.

No one ever came and met him.

Pretty gloomy, even for a drunk.

It was last night. He suddenly announced

he was going and called a cab.

Know which company?

Peace Taxi,

over by the train tracks.

I think the driver was Matsu-san.

Thanks a lot.

- Who is he anyway?

- A mad dog.

Officer,

how long are you planning

to torment us?

- You're the tormentor.

- No, I'm not.

I don't know what that Yusa did,

but he's never done

anything bad to me.

He'd stop by backstage sometimes

and watch me mournfully.

I can't have any part

in arresting someone like that.

So you know where he is,

but you won't tell me?

Maybe so.

Go ahead and arrest him on your own.

I won't help you.

I'll return this, so beat it.

Armed robbery, huh?

No wonder he was such a big tipper.

Where did you take him?

To a geisha joint called Kogetsu.

Excuse me.

Where would you ever get

such a dress?

He gave it to me.

I saw it in a shop window

when we were taking a walk.

I said I wished I could have

a dress that pretty just once.

He stared at me

with the saddest expression.

A week later he brought it

to me backstage.

You mean, Harumi...

That's right.

He committed a crime for me.

But I would've stolen it myself

if I'd had the guts.

They deserve it

for flaunting these things.

We have to do worse than steal

if we want things like this.

Harumi.

It's the world's fault. A world

where people steal a vet's knapsack.

Yusa told you that?

That's right.

But it didn't only happen to him.

Me too.

And, yes, I think

the world's not right.

But it's worse to take it out

on the world.

The bad guys eat and wear anything

they want. Might as well steal.

Do you really believe that?

Then why don't you steal?

Why don't you wear this dress?

Go ahead, try it on.

Why don't you wear it?

- You have to work in such heat.

- No choice.

Enjoy.

It's sake.

It's one way to beat the heat.

Thanks.

What'd he do?

He came late at night.

And he left ridiculously early

the next morning. Beyond that...

Who was his geisha?

Oh, that's right. Yes, she escorted him

as far as the street.

Her name?

Kintaro. She's one of

Wakehisamatsu's girls, right?

But when I called them,

she was out.

A popular girl.

The booker know where she went?

Kintaro's at a party.

- Where?

- Musashiya.

This is wonderful.

So wonderful.

Like a beautiful dream.

You fool.

Mother.

- You Kintaro-san?

- Yeah, that's me.

You'd probably look good with an ax.

I'm so soaked,

I'd better be funny.

You had a customer

two nights ago.

Two nights ago at Kogetsu?

Oh, I hate that kind of customer.

Why?

'Cause he was so damned gloomy.

He pull anything?

- Right.

You saw him off.

- You've done your homework.

- Where'd he go next?

Where to?

Get a hotel name or anything?

- Were you watching?

- Where is it?

The Yayoi Hotel in Kanda.

A while ago...

You're a fool.

I'll make her talk right away.

I went too far.

After all, this case

involves a pistol Yusa's carrying,

which someone stole from me.

That's why...

My gun has already injured

two people.

One of them's dead.

And I have a terrible feeling

something else will happen tonight.

Welcome. You're soaked.

I'm with the police.

You've got a guest, Namiki?

Yes. Room 6, second floor.

Your phone?

Yes, this way.

Please.

Don't tell anyone I'm a cop.

Other entrances?

There's another around back.

Locked?

- Not yet.

- Then lock it up.

His wailing's driving me nuts.

But...

Shit. Our only high roller

is a wanted man.

Can't you stop crying?

You're a boy.

That fat guy over there's a cop.

You don't listen to me,

he'll throw you in jail.

Yes, yes.

Send an All Points Bulletin

immediately. Okay, then.

Yes?

What?

What? That's right.

Murakami. What?

Murakami.

Can't you hear? Murakami.

In Harumi Namiki's room.

Oh, Harumi Namiki?

Right, right.

Hello, hello.

Not Namiki.

Murakami.

Hello?

Not Namiki. Murakami.

Harumi-san, telephone.

Hey, if that's Yusa...

Dear, if that's him...

What shall I say if it is?

Hello!

Hello.

This is Harumi.

What? Sato-san?

Sato-san?

Hello. Murakami, please.

Sato-san!

Hello, Sato-san!

Yusa's hotel?

- You must get some rest.

- Leave me alone.

How much blood did you give?

I don't know.

Please, sir, tell me.

Was it another bullet

from my gun?

Abe-san, please tell me.

Iwase-san.

Sato-san, please don't die.

I'm begging you.

Sato-san.

Don't die.

Sato-san, I'm begging you.

Please live.

Sato-san, please live.

Don't die.

You're still here?

He's over the worst, you know.

Officer.

Officer.

Yusa's going to meet me

at 6:00 a.m. At Ohara.

- What?

- He just called.

I'll go too.

No. He's got three bullets left.

Damn. Which one's Yusa?

Which one's Yusa?

Don't panic.

Calm down.

Calm down, calm down.

Calm down.

Twenty-eight years old.

White linen suit.

Twenty-eight years old.

White linen suit.

What if he changed clothes?

Which means, a man in his late 20s.

A 28-year-old.

Don't panic.

That's right. Yusa ran out

into the pouring rain last night.

Muddy shoes.

Muddy shoes.

Muddy pants, muddy pants.

A lefty.

I gave my gun to Sato-san...

Congratulations.

Hear you got a citation.

Nakajima told me.

Oh, no, I owe it all to you.

No, no.

How's it feel to get

your first citation?

Thank you.

But it was all my fault

to begin with.

You still obsessed with that Colt?

But look at it this way.

Your Colt netted more

than a dozen of Honda's guns.

Yes.

But I just can't get that Yusa

off my mind.

I remember feeling that way myself.

You'll always remember

your first arrest.

But there's a lot more guys

like him than you realize.

The more you arrest them,

the less sentimental you'll feel.

That dancer.

What was her name?

Harumi Namiki?

That's right.

I can understand her sentimentality.

But take a look out the window

at the world.

There'll be all sorts of cases

under those rooftops today.

And a few good people

will fall victim

to someone else like Yusa.

Forget about Yusa.

No, as soon as your arm heals,

you'll be busy again.

You'll forget all about Yusa, naturally.