Norwegian Wood Page #3
What do you mean?
Look,
I'm not planning to marry anyone and
I made that perfectly clear to Hatsumi.
So...
If Hatsumi wants to marry somebody,
she should go ahead.
If she wants to wait for me,
she can.
That's what I mean.
You think I'm a sh*t, don't you?
Yes.
I'll bring her along next time.
Talk to her, I'm sure you'll like her.
It's a waste of time.
I'm too poor to go out with girls
from your school.
Don't be silly.
She's a nice, natural girl.
My school cafeteria has three lunches,
A, B and C.
A lunch is 120 Yen,
B is 100 Yen, C is 80 Yen.
When I eat the A lunch,
everybody gives me dirty looks.
You still think I can talk to her?
Just meet her.
You don't have to screw her.
I should say not.
You can't do that,
she's still a virgin.
Watanabe's in love with a girl.
But he won't say a word about her.
Really?
But I'm not hiding anything.
It's just that the situation is
complicated and hard to talk about.
What a shame, we could have
gone on double dates.
We could have got drunk
and swapped.
- Don't be awful.
- Nothing's awful.
Right?
We swapped girls once.
Watanabe.
Did you?
Go ahead, tell her.
I'd like to hear that story
It sounds very interesting.
We were drunk.
That's all right,
I'm not blaming you.
I just want you
to tell me the story.
The two of us were drinking
in a bar
and got friendly with
this pair of girls.
They went to a junior college.
They were pretty plastered, too.
So anyway, we went to a hotel
and slept with them.
Nagasawa's room
was right next door to mine.
Nagasawa knocked on my door
in the middle of the night
and said we should
exchange girls,
so I went to his room,
and he went to mine.
Was it fun?
Not especially.
So why did you do that?
I suggested it.
I'm asking Watanabe.
Why did you do that?
Sometimes, I really want
to sleep with a girl.
You know, Watanabe...
I don't know
how complicated it is,
but that kind of behaviour
isn't of your style.
It isn't right for you.
What do you think?
I feel that way, too, sometimes.
So why don't you stop?
Let me summarise.
Watanabe's got this girl he likes, but
can't get any because of complications.
So he tells himself sex is sex
and satisfies his needs elsewhere.
But if you really love her, shouldn't
you be able to control yourself?
Maybe so.
It's just a game.
Doesn't even count as cheating
Nobody gets hurt.
I get hurt.
Why am I not enough for you?
It's not that you're
not enough for me.
Hey.
What do you think about
Nagasawa and me?
It doesn't matter what I think.
It's all right.
Tell me exactly what you think.
If I were you, I'd leave him.
The way he lives,
it never crosses his mind
to make himself happy,
or to make others happy.
You seem like you could be happy
with just about anyone.
How did you end up with Nagasawa
of all people?
Things like that just happen.
There's not much you can
do about it.
You love him that much?
I do.
It must be wonderful,
to be so sure you love someone.
After Nagasawa
was posted to Germany,
Hatsumi married some man.
Then, two years later, she slit
her wrists with a razor and died.
Sorry about the other night.
Never mind.
I made up with Hatsumi.
I'm not surprised.
She told me you told her
to leave me.
Isn't that what you wanted me
to tell her?
Phone for you, Watanabe.
Excuse me.
Sorry I'm late.
What are you drinking?
A Tom Collins.
A whiskey and soda.
What happened?
I hurt myself at work.
- Where were you?
- Nara and Aomori.
Had a hard time with the funeral?
No, we're used to them.
My sister and I have worked so hard,
we decided to do whatever we wanted.
I decided I'd take my boyfriend to Nara
and screw like crazy.
So, did you screw like crazy?
No, not even once.
My period started the minute
we got to our hotel room.
It's not funny
I was a whole week early.
It was pathetic.
Both he and I had been
about to explode.
So we had a big fight
and I haven't seen him since.
I came back to Tokyo
and then went to Aomori.
Have you ever been?
Never.
And, you know,
while I was travelling by myself,
I kept thinking about you,
wishing that you were beside me.
How come?
What do you mean, how come?
How come you were thinking
about me?
Because I like you. Why else?
What other reason is there?
But you've got a boyfriend.
You don't have to think about me.
Don't be so mean.
Watanabe, do you know
what I want to do now?
Come on. Remember where we are.
I never dreamed you'd
answer me like that.
Midori, answer the phone!
It's fine.
Are you seeing someone
in Tokyo?
No.
If you do, please tell me.
Of course.
Oh, look.
But Reiko still doesn't eat much,
just smokes one cigarette
after another.
There isn't much gardening to do
at this time of year.
The birds and rabbits
are doing fine.
We hunt for mushrooms
and pick chestnuts to eat.
Every day, it's rice with
chestnuts or mushrooms,
but it's so delicious,
I never tire of it.
I get confused by most things
that come from the outside.
But your descriptions
of the world around you
give me wonderful relief.
It's so strange. I wonder why.
Midori sounds like
an interesting person.
Reading your letter,
I got the feeling she might
be in love with you.
Happy birthday.
I hope you have a happy year,
being 20 years old.
My own year of being 20
will probably end miserably.
I hope you can be happy
enough for me, too.
Reiko and I knitted
this scarf together.
The good half is Reiko's,
the bad half is mine.
Will you come and see me,
when it starts to snow?
No...
I can't...
Please stop.
Please.
Why do you care for me?
You shouldn't be involved with me,
you should live your own life.
But you're...
You're wrong.
That's not what I think.
Don't you think
you're lying to yourself?
Leave me alone.
It's what you should have done
on my birthday.
Don't touch me!
You are crazy!
Don't touch me!
Calm down.
Go away! Don't touch me!
Calm down.
Your presence is painful!
Why don't you understand?
Naoko, calm down!
I'm thinking of leaving the dorm
and finding an apartment.
If I get more part-time work,
I can cover my expenses.
How would you like
to live with me?
Thank you.
It makes me so happy
that you asked me that.
This isn't somewhere you should
stay too long.
Think it over.
I'm moving as soon as possible,
anyway.
Any time you want to join me,
you can.
Why can't I get wet?
It only happened that once.
Why can't I?
It's only psychological.
Give it time.
Don't worry about it.
What if...
I never get wet again,
and can't ever have sex?
Would you still be able
to love me?
At heart,
I'm an optimistic person.
I'll come back to see you
after I've moved.
Think it over, OK?
See you.
I thought I'd get out
of here before you.
Mind if I give you
a piece of advice?
Sure.
Don't feel sorry for yourself.
Only degenerates feel sorry
for themselves.
I'll keep it in mind.
It must have been difficult for you too,
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