An Inn at Osaka Page #4

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not like that. Neither am I!

Come on, drink this sake.

I can't drink.

Why don't you accept my sake?

I don't intend to drink!

Why don't you give it to Mita?

What are you doing!

Somebody come!

What's happened?

What a torture!

What's all that noise?

He has mocked me and I've

spilt the sake all over him.

Look how she's spoilt

the kimono.

She speaks with such impudence

for a geisha.

Mita...

Am I bothering you?

I see...

Then I'll leave.

Are you all right?

Are you already going?

Listen...!

Where are you going?

Your house is on the opposite side.

Leave me alone.

Listen...

Mita...

We know which is our fate.

To be a toy for the others.

To grow old.

To be abandoned and to die.

Our life is like this.

A worthless life.

Sometimes I think...

...why did I become a geisha?

A marginalized profession.

Although I make an effort

in the art of entertaining,

no one treats me like

a human being.

It's not true.

And you are not different.

If I wasn't, I wouldn't be

here with you,

out in this cold night.

- Are you all right?

- I'm sorry.

I am drunk.

I have a younger brother.

He's married and he's got

two kids.

He was fired by the rail

company one year ago.

Now he is unemployed.

I send him money every month.

Although I don't want to,

I can't stop being a geisha.

What will happen if I quit?

Answer me.

You don't like me.

Of course I like you.

But we live in separate worlds.

Separate worlds?

I see...

I thought we lived

in the same world.

You are like...

...a star.

A star?

I don't know why,

but it's what comes to my mind.

Mita...

Let's shake hands.

I haven't got any money

to lend you!

I don't have to look after

your husband.

He is in a difficult position.

He lost his job.

It's me who's in trouble,

with more and more debts.

I am in an extreme situation.

Nowadays it's very hard to

keep one's level.

Can't you see I always use patches?

- Miss!

- What?

I'd have been better off if I hadn't

hired one who's got a pimp.

He's no pimp,

he is my husband!

A man who doesn't work

and asks his wife for it...

...is called a pimp.

Don't talk nonsense.

What are you doing?

This tatami isn't cheap.

Orika.

I don't know what madam has told you,

but she is our landlady.

I know.

But we work hard.

We live thanks to our landlady.

We'd better shut up and work.

I also have to stifle my desire

to see my son,

hoping to be lucky some day.

Otsugi...

Listen...

Can you lend me anything?

I must buy my son

a pair of new shoes.

Hold on with this.

Thanks.

Have you found no job yet?

What's the matter with you?

I have brought your money.

However, it's only half the money.

I'll bring you the rest later on.

Come in.

Here.

How is your father?

His chest is in a bad state.

Has he seen a doctor?

My father is obsessed with a sect.

He'd get angry

if I came home with a doctor.

A sect.

They say it's a very good god.

Really?

But a doctor should visit him.

Excuse me.

Miss Omitsu.

Can you patch the clothes

of a customer?

But my father is sick...

Anyway, go and see

what it's about.

If you can't do it,

you can entrust someone with it.

It's Mr. Noro, room number one.

Thanks.

Excuse me.

Here. It's for your father.

Thanks.

- Room number one, right?

- Yes.

She looks very subdued to me.

I hope she won't work too hard

and fall ill.

-Do you want me to get the futon ready?

-No.

I want to read a while.

- Anything you need, call me.

- All right.

Even if she needs money, I wonder

why Omitsu has ever done such a thing.

Mr. Noro is a swine. He looked satisfied

saying:
'I've found a bargain.'

Orika.

What's the matter?

What's the matter?

A special delivery letter for you.

Mr. Mita.

The innkeeper is scolding Omitsu.

- Is she still here?

- Yes, she is.

I don't understand

these young girls nowadays.

You are shameless.

This is an inn of some class,

not a brothel.

I've spent years keeping up

a spotless reputation.

What would you do if I am given

notice to quit?

I feel like an idiot.

You have humiliated me.

Tell me if you have some excuse.

Miss...

I feel responsible, too.

You feel responsible?

That man is guilty, too.

I think it's unfair

only to accuse her.

In any case, you'd better go home.

Come on.

Come on.

Here.

Listen...

I didn't think you

were in such trouble.

I'll give you this money back.

I don't want this money.

This money isn't dirty.

It's from the social assistance.

Social assistance?

Last night it's been the first time

I've ever done something like this.

Then, I can't take it yet.

Why do you insist on

being a good man?

I only want to trust

human beings.

Orika!

- No.

- Take it.

Money...

Only money.

Where did humanity go?

Hi.

Hi.

Hello!

Is Omitsu here?

Hello!

Omitsu...

Your father...

...is asleep.

He is dead.

When I returned

this morning.

I'll leave this here.

What are you going to do?

To live.

Hello?

Ah, it's you, Tawara.

Yes, I'm fine.

A place for the meeting

of former students?

What about you?

Ah, you can't come...

Mr. Imoto studied at the same university,

but in a different class.

I only have to pick up the letter

of introduction, right?

Excuse me...

Welcome.

My name is Mita.

- Wait a second.

- All right.

When that hotel started,

I also was one of its founders.

I have written them to give

you a discount.

They will be pleased if you

use their place for your meeting.

Take this.

Ah, Mr. Mita...

This is my daughter.

How do you do.

Pleased to meet you.

She insisted on working.

Kimiko, send this mail.

- It isn't urgent.

- Yes.

- Excuse me.

- Yes.

By the way...

- Tawara is also worried about

the firm, right? - Yes, he is.

- He is an idealist, too.

- Good.

I respect the passion he employs...

...fighting with those

stubborn executives.

I couldn't do it.

- Gee!

- Welcome.

What are you doing here?

A meeting of former students.

We were at the same university.

So you were not

in the same class as Tawara.

That's right.

- Thanks very much for everything.

- You are welcome.

I'm leaving.

Give my regards to Tawara.

By the way, Mr. Imoto...

To tell the truth...

This inn is not only yours.

Don't do things that

disturb the other guests.

This is called

business hindrance.

Business hindrance?

You do exaggerate!

I'm not exaggerating, this

harms the reputation of the inn.

Then I ask you:

To whom do you owe

to keep still in business?

I knew you'd say that.

Do you mean that loan

they gave me because of your contact?

- That's right.

- I'm never late paying the interest.

Don't forget the favour I did

you when you were going under.

At that moment you told me your

husband would be as grateful as you.

Unless I'm mistaken,

you wept out of gratitude.

And now you keep silent.

- I also want to add something.

- What is it?

One thousand yens...

-...have disappeared from my room.

- Are you saying that...

...my servants

have stolen them from you?

- So it seems.

- Nonsense.

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