Ikiru
- NOT RATED
- Year:
- 1952
- 143 min
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TOHO CO., LTD.
Toho 20th Anniversary Film
Arts Festival Selection - 1952
IKIRU:
Produced by
SOJIRO MOTOGI:
Screenplay by AKIRA KUROSAWA,
SHINOBU HASHIMOTO, HIDEO OGUNI
Cinematography by
ASAKAZU NAKAI:
Music by
FUMIO HAYASAKA:
Cast:
TAKASHI SHIMURA:
Directed by
AKIRA KUROSAWA:
This stomach belongs to
the protagonist of our story.
At this point, our protagonist
has no idea he has this cancer...
PUBLIC AFFAIRS:
SECTION CHIEF:
and that water gave him an awful rash.
PUBLIC AFFAIRS DEPARTMEN Plus it breeds mosquitoes like crazy.
And it stinks, besides.
Can't you do something? It would make
a great playground if you filled it in.
Please wait a moment.
Sir, they've come to complain
about a sewage pond.
- Engineering Section.
- Yes.
Ah, here is our protagonist now.
But it would only be tiresome
to meet him right now.
After all,
he's simply passing time
without actually living his life.
In other words,
he's not really even alive.
Odagiri,
how dare you,
during business hours?
But it's so funny.
Funny? What is?
It's the "Liar's Club. "
Someone sent it around.
Read it to us.
"I hear you've never even
taken a vacation.
Is that because City Hall
couldn't function without you?"
"No, because everyone would realize
that City Hall doesn't need me at all. "
Oh, no, this will never do.
He might as well be a corpse.
In fact, this man has been dead
for more than 20 years now.
Before that, he did live a little.
He even actually tried
to do real work.
DEPARTMENTAL EFFICI ENCY
SUBMITTED 1930
But now, there's barely a trace of
his old passion and ambition.
He's been worn down completely by
the minutia of the bureaucratic machine
and the meaningless busyness
it breeds.
Busy, always so very busy.
But in fact, this man does
absolutely nothing at all.
Other than protecting
his own spot.
The best way to protect your place
in this world is to do nothing at all.
Is this really
what life is all about?
Is this really
what life is all about?
Before our friend will
take this question seriously,
his stomach has
to get a lot worse,
and he'll have to waste much,
much more time.
But any proposal
for creating a park
goes to the Parks Department.
This really seems to be
a question of hygiene,
so you'd better try
the Health Department.
Go to the Sanitation Department.
See Environmental Sanitation.
Department of Prevention.
Infectious Diseases.
Lots of mosquitoes?
That's a job for
the Division of Pest Control.
which means
it's a problem for
the Sewage Department at City Hall.
Originally, it was a ditch
with a road running over it,
which means the Roads Department.
We're waiting on a decision
from City Planning.
Go to Ward Reorganization.
The Fire Department objected
to draining that cesspool.
There are water pressure problems
in that area.
Are you kidding?
All we need's a good water supply.
There's no reason it has to
breed mosquitoes and cause rashes.
Think what a time we'd have
getting that filth out of our hoses.
Of course, we'd love a kiddie pool
in that neighborhood.
Try the Education Department. They
should have a Child Welfare Committee.
But the problem doesn't only
affect children.
We've had enough trouble
just rebuilding all the schools.
A problem this big belongs with your
Ward Representative to the City Council.
I'll give you an introduction
to the Deputy Mayor.
Show him my card
and he'll meet with you immediately.
Please, sit down.
Thank you for all your hard work.
The truth is that we truly appreciate
folks like you,
who know to bring
such complaints directly
to our attention.
That's precisely what inspired
our new Department of Public Affairs.
Don't skimp on your complaints.
Hey, you. Show these folks
the Public Affairs desk.
You'll need to take that up
with Engineering. Desk 8.
How dare you?
Stop giving us the runaround.
What the hell's this poster mean?
To help us kill time?
We call people like you time-killers.
All we want is to get
that stinking cesspool cleaned up.
If it's Engineering, Sewage,
Health, Sanitation or the Fire Department,
Public Affairs should sort it out.
Forget it.
We won't bother you anymore.
You're just laughing at us.
What a mockery of democracy.
Let's go.
Um, excuse me.
Unfortunately, the section chief
took the day off,
and it'd be easier for us
if you'd put this in writing.
PUBLIC AFFAIRS:
SECTION CHIEF:
What do you think?
The section chief
never takes days off.
Yes, he's been
kind of listless recently.
But we really can't have him
taking extended time off.
Exactly. It's not like him to take
a day off over a little cold.
Nothing moves unless he stamps it.
Yes, you're right.
I must say,
it's a terrible shame.
One more month
and he'd have broken the record of
30 years without a single absence.
Trust me, some people are
happy to have him gone.
Only a bureaucrat schemes
to replace his boss as soon as he's out.
What's that medicine
he's been taking?
Stomach medicine. He always slurped
his noodle bowl to the bottom,
but lately, he barely touches it.
Plain noodle soup. In all these years,
I've never seen him eat anything else.
And if the worst happens,
who'll replace him?
What's the rush? Lots more guys
have to die before it's your turn.
X-RAY LAB
- Hiraoka-san...
- Yes.
Your stomach?
Yeah, my stomach's bad, too.
It's what they call "chronic. "
These days I hardly feel alive
unless my stomach hurts.
- Suzuki-san...
- Yes.
That man over there...
His doctor told him
he's got an ulcer,
but trust me, it's stomach cancer.
In a word, that very thing.
And stomach cancer
is practically a death sentence.
The doc usually says
it's just a mild ulcer,
and that there's
no real need to operate.
And that you can eat whatever you want
as long as it's easy to digest.
If that's what he tells you,
you've got a year, at most.
But if you've got these symptoms,
you won't last a year:
First, if the pain is kind of heavy.
Second, if you can't stop
burping unpleasantly.
And your tongue's always dry.
You can't get enough water and tea.
And then there's the diarrhea.
And, if it isn't diarrhea,
well, then you're constipated.
Your bowel movements go black.
And then,
that meat you used to love so,
you can hardly touch it anymore.
And whatever you eat,
you vomit half an hour later.
And when stuff you ate
last week comes up
when you vomit,
well, then you're done for.
You've hardly got three months...
Watanabe-san.
Watanabe Kanji-san.
Watanabe-san.
Yes.
Sit down.
Um... it looks like
you've got a mild ulcer.
Honestly...
please tell me...
the truth.
Tell me it's stomach cancer.
I just told you,
it's a mild ulcer.
What about an operation?
Can't you operate?
Oh, no, there's no need to operate.
It'll heal on its own.
And my diet?
Well, just use your common sense.
As long as it's easy to digest,
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