Stray Dog (野良犬)

TOHO CO., LTD.

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 Café Conga on Suzuran Boulevard at 9:00.

Talk to the bitch 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.