Stray Dog

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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 Caf Conga

on Suzuran Boulevard at 9:00.

Talk to the b*tch

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

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