Stray Dog Page #5

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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...

Sh*t. 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.

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