Dark Room (暗室)

Produced by nikkatsu inc.

Nikkatsu's 70th anniversary

black chamber

Based on the novel by junnosuke yoshiyuki

screenplay: Toshiro ishido

camera: Shohei Ando

music: Teizo matsumura

Starring:

Koji shimizu author

rie kimura natsue

mayumi miura takako

yoshimi ashikawa maki

minoru terada yamanoi

Yuki kazamatsuri Keiko

Director: Kirio urayama

hotel yamanoue

"past story" of shuichi nakada

I got married at a young age.

At 23 years old, I was already married.

One night,

I got home early,

I noticed a weird box on the table.

A golden box with flower designs.

What could it be?

What is this?

It's from yamanoi.

Yamanoi?

When did he get here?

Not too long ago.

It's you?

What brings you here?

Your wife said you were coming home early.

So, I waited for you.

Your last novel is a hit.

Speaking of which,

I want to hear your opinion.

They asked you to write for a magazine?

Exactly.

It's for a literary magazine.

You didn't hesitate.

But what would our colleagues say?

It doesn't matter.

If one of us becomes famous,

we would all be proud.

You think?

I assume your article is ready.

Indeed, it is.

What time did yamanoi really pass by?

Around 3:30.

He knows that I never come home that early.

That's right.

Did he try to seduce you?

Answer me.

I see.

He seduced you.

You have the worst imagination.

Of course, I rejected his advances.

Really?

- I understand better now. - What do you mean?

I know the reason why

you were so aggressive in bed tonight.

A box of candies...

How unusual.

If I insist on this box,

it's because yamanoi is known for

both his lustfulness and greediness.

In such a short time,

yamanoi...

Made a name for himself in the literature world. He was 23 years old, like me.

The critique glorifies his style.

The esthete yamanoi was soon called

"genius" and "prodigy".

As for me,

I was a simple journalist

for a second rate magazine.

One month after yamanoi's visit,

Keiko told me she was pregnant.

I can't deny that

when I first heard the news

I thought there was a possibility that yamanoi was the culprit.

You need to get an abortion.

I'm not making enough money with my current job.

Our situation is uncertain.

Very uncertain.

You're right.

This will be the third time.

What is?

You know it.

Don't try to reopen an old wound.

Ah, I see.

This will be the third time.

You are indifferent.

Five years have passed.

Keiko died in an accident.

She crossed the road outside the crosswalk.

I'm almost certain that it was not a suicide.

For me it was an accident.

That way I feel less guilty.

I envy yamanoi's success

and wondered for five years if my wife cheated on me

which has deeply affected me.

By dying,

Keiko freed herself from the pain

that she was the mere shadow of her husband.

I felt relieved too.

However,

I still have doubts sticking to me like old wounds.

It's nakada, the writer.

Really?

I didn't recognize him.

He is seeing of our teacher Mrs. Ikebana.

Really?

It's you, reiko?

Wait.

We can't do this.

Not now.

Stop.

I still have a student.

- Excuse me. - I'm sorry.

You are extremely wet!

It's normal.

You made me wait for two weeks.

You didn't have anyone else during that time?

You always have negative thoughts.

You know it well.

My body only recognizes yours.

After 168 times, it's normal.

168 times?

That much?

Yes,

in three years.

With today, it will be 169.

Spend the night here for once.

I'd like to, but...

I spent two weeks at the hotel to write.

I have to go back home to check my mails.

Don't you have someone to take care of it?

The other day, I phoned your home.

I know, I've promised not to but...

It was a woman who answered.

It's my secretary.

I hired her last year.

Nakada,

you are single right?

I didn't tell you about her?

Who is this secretary?

You know...

At home,

I never play with fire.

- Do you still need me? - No, that would be fine.

- Go to sleep. - Yes.

Good night.

When I try to talk to you,

you're always busy with work.

It's not for pleasure.

I have to finish this report for tomorrow.

What's more important to you?

Me or your work?

Of course it's work. She doesn't know anything about men.

New literature

"past story" of shuichi nakada

He insisted that I wake you up.

- Is it yamanoi? - Yes.

What a surprise.

It's me.

It's been awhile.

That's true.

About 10 years.

Did you read my last novel? Thank you.

If you inspired me?

You must be kidding.

There's a difference between reality and fiction.

You should know it well.

Of course, I do know it.

However,

I didn't know you were into old stories.

You should of thought of me.

How about we get together for a drink?

I have something that I want to ask you.

If you propose a bar,

it's probably because there are beautiful and cheap women there.

Don't take it the wrong way.

Sure.

See you tonight.

The man on the phone

was tsunoki.

Noted.

Does he still write novels?

No, he failed an interview.

Did you read my novel?

Do you think

the woman committed suicide

or died in an accident?

I don't know.

You're not going to die anytime soon. Don't worry.

Come with me.

I can't today.

- Next time. - Next time?

There's a possibility that it might never happen.

Then, let's go.