Tokyo Story Page #4

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- See you later.

- Thank you.

We rent the upstairs room to him.

He likes going out at night.

He's a law student,

but he never does any studying.

Really?

He's always gambling at pin-ball

and mah-jong. I feel sorry for his father.

Go on, dear...

How's about going for a drink

for old times' sake?

I'm sure my cooking isn't

good enough for you.

Forgive me for turning up

out of the blue.

- Remember our old police chief?

- Numata?

- He lives nearby.

- Does he? How is he?

He's fine. His son's an executive

in a printing company.

- Well, good for him.

- Shall we pay him a visit?

That would be wonderful.

Fancy that?

- Drink up.

- I've had plenty.

Drink up, for old times' sake!

I haven't touched a drink in years.

Remember how you drank

when the Governor visited us?

You mean at the Takemura?

You got absolutely legless!

Remember that young geisha

who served us?

- Umeko?

- You really took a fancy to her.

So did the Governor,

if you remember?

And you, as well.

Ah, youth! I always disgraced myself

whenever I got drunk.

Not at all!

Drink is good for your health.

You're lucky, your children

are all well settled.

I'm not so sure about that.

I often wish at least

one of my sons were alive.

Both were killed in the war.

Didn't you lose one?

Yes, my second son.

I've had enough of war.

It's hard to lose one's children.

However, living with them

isn't always easy, either.

A real dilemma.

Let's drink.

Let's change the subject.

- And cheer up!

- Yes!

If I had an extra bedroom for you,

we could drink till morning.

Miss, more sake!

Come on, Miss,

bring us some sake...

Anyway, I'm really glad you came.

I never dreamed

I'd see you here in Tokyo.

Okaya Noodles.

Here's some warm sake.

Pour one for me, would you?

You're so drunk.

Hirayama, she looks like

someone, don't you think?

- Here we go again!

- Don't you think so?

Well, like who?

- Yes, she does.

- Like who?

- That geisha Umeko?

- Oh, no! She was much fatter.

- She looks like my wife.

- You're right.

See, especially here...

Isn't it time you went home?

You've had enough.

- And both of them are bad-tempered!

- You're being a nuisance.

That's what my wife says, too.

Hey, come here and pour for me.

Have some more.

No, thanks.

I think you're the luckiest one of all.

How come?

With good sons and daughters

to be proud of.

You can be proud of yours, too.

No, my son's no good.

He's henpecked

and treats me like I'm in the way.

He's nothing!

But being head of department

is a good position.

Head of nothing, more like!

He's only an assistant section chief.

I get so depressed that I lie to people

about his position.

He's a failure.

I don't think so.

He's my only son,

so I spared the rod and spoiled him.

You brought your son up properly.

He has a degree and everything!

All doctors have to have degrees.

I'm afraid we expect

too much of our children.

They lack spirit.

And they lack ambition.

I've told my son that.

He said that there are

too many people in Tokyo...

...that it's hard to get ahead.

What do you think?

Young people today have no backbone.

Where is their spirit?

That's not how I raised him!

But Numata...

You don't agree with me?

- You're satisfied?

- Of course not, but...

You see?

Even you aren't satisfied.

It makes me feel so sad.

No more to drink.

However, Numata,

until I came up to Tokyo...

...I was under the impression

that my son was doing better.

But I've found that he's only

a small neighbourhood doctor.

I know how you feel.

I'm as dissatisfied as you are.

But we can't expect too much

from our children, Numata.

Times have changed.

We have to face it.

- That's what I think.

- Is it?

- Yes.

- I see. You, too.

My son has really changed,

but there's nothing I can do about it.

After all, there are

too many people in Tokyo.

You think so?

I suppose I should be happy.

Maybe you're right.

Nowadays, some young men

kill their parents without a thought.

At least mine wouldn't do that.

Look, it's gone midnight.

So what?

It's time you went home.

You get more and more like my wife.

I like you, you know?

Do something with him, will you?

Leave him alone.

Let's drink up tonight, right?

A wonderful night, eh?

Wonderful, wonderful.

Wonderful night.

Thank you. That's enough for me.

It's been a long day today.

First we get back from Atami...

...then to Shige's house...

...then over to Ueno Park.

You must be tired.

Not so much.

And here I am, troubling you.

- I'm so sorry.

- Not at all.

But I really appreciate your coming.

I'm so happy.

I'm a burden to everyone.

- You've done more than enough.

- Really?

Thank you so much.

You must go to bed now.

You have your work tomorrow morning.

You need to go to bed, too.

Let's both get some sleep.

- Very well. I think I will.

- Please do.

What a treat,

to sleep in Shoji's bed.

Noriko...

- Forgive me if I'm being rude...

- What is it?

Well, it's been eight years

since my son's death...

...yet you still keep

his photo up there like that.

I feel sorry for you.

Why?

Because you're young and...

I'm not that young anymore.

Yes, you are.

I feel we're doing you wrong.

I've often talked to Father about this.

If you ever meet someone else...

...you must feel free

to get remarried any time.

I mean it.

It pains us to think

that you won't remarry.

All right, if I meet the right man...

You certainly will.

Why wouldn't you?

You think so?

You had more hard times

than happiness after marrying him.

I know we should have done

something for you.

Please, Mother.

I'm quite happy as I am.

But you should have had

a better life.

Not at all. I like it this way.

You may be happy

while you're still young...

...but as you get older,

you'll find it lonely

I won't get that old,

so don't worry.

You're such a good person.

Goodnight, then.

Goodnight.

Good evening!

Hello? Hello?

Mrs Kaneko?

Yes? Who is it?

Who could it be?

- Who is it?

- The police. Officer Takahashi.

Oh, all right...

Sorry for calling so late.

I've brought your friends round.

They're quite drunk.

Why, Father!

- I'm terribly sorry.

- Goodnight.

Who's he, Father?

Father, what's all this?

Father!

Hey, what's happened?

- He's brought some stranger with him.

- Who is it?

- I don't know.

- Stop all the noise!

What's all this, Father?

Father!

- Father! What's all this?

- Well...

Hopeless!

You've started drinking again!

Hello? Hello?

Hey, you! Hey, you!

Father? Father!

You're hopeless!

What happened?

Where's he been drinking?

Where? How should I know?

He used to drink all the time.

Used to come home blind drunk,

upsetting Mother.

We hated it.

But he stopped drinking

after Kyoko was born.

He was like a new man,

I thought it was great.

Now he's started again.

Hey, what shall we do?

I didn't expect him back here tonight,

let alone with company!

- We can't leave them there like that.

- It can't be helped.

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