Tora-san, Wish You Were Here (男はつらいよ50 - お帰り 寅さん)

Dedicated with love and respect to the late great Kiyoshi Atsumi

Mitsuo!

It's me!

Dad? Dad!

Is something wrong? Are you okay?

I'm fine.

You scared me, making noises like that.

It's morning.

It was... just a dream?

Tora-san, Wish You Were Here

I was born and bred in Katsushika's Shibamata,

and baptized as Torajiro Kuruma at Taishakuten Temple.

Tora, the free-spirited fool!

At any rate, no matter whether I go west or east,

I'm just a troublesome know-nothing

who relies on the kindness of others.

I know I'm not much to look at,

yet I humbly request your generous hospitality!

Tora, the free-spirited fool!

Created and Directed by Yoji Yamada

Dad.

After school, I'll go straight to Shibamata.

No need. It's only a memorial service.

I'll go. I want to see Grandma.

Thanks for breakfast.

I'll wash up.

Thanks.

What were you dreaming and moaning about?

The first girl I ever loved.

No way.

Yes way.

When was that?

First year of high school.

She was so beautiful.

She turned you down? Poor you.

Why do you think that?

She turned you down, so you married Mum, right?

Oh.

That makes sense.

Now it makes sense? You're slow.

See you in Shibamata.

Don't be late.

See you!

Street peddlers have such a long history.

I found all this on the web.

Thanks.

I'll look into publications next.

Hey.

Have you read Yokoi's review of your book?

It was way too generous.

You have more young readers because of it.

That's why,

I think you should hold a book signing soon.

It'd be too embarrassing.

I thought you'd say that.

How about lunch? The chief editor asked me to invite you.

Maybe you don't want to eat with him?

I appreciate it, but there's a memorial service.

For my wife.

I'd better get going.

Bye now.

Come see the chief editor soon.

Sampei, how's things? Waiting for someone?

The priest isn't here yet.

Hey, Chibo. Go get him.

Gen, how are you?

What's with the tie?

- Now now... - Hands off!

He's here, honey.

Hi.

- You're late. - Sorry.

Mr. Kubota, good to see you. Thanks for coming.

He came on the bullet train.

- You must be tired. - A gift.

I hear you're doing well, Mitsuo.

I saw your name in the newspaper.

To think he'd become a novelist... Who does he take after?

I'm still a novice. Don't boast too much.

Yes dear.

I just went and bought your book. For you to sign. See?

- "Illusory Baby." - "Illusory Lady"!

My book isn't your style, Akemi.

You can't even read the title!

I'll just display it then! So I can brag to people.

"Mitsuo Suwa was like my little brother!"

Give me a break!

The priest sure is late.

Sakura, you told him 12:30? No mistake?

I told him properly.

Oh, the priest is here.

Hello.

Oh dear, I'm so sorry! I got the time wrong! My apologies.

Please, come in.

Yuri, a glass of water.

I thought I was told 1:30. Please forgive me.

See? You got it wrong.

I did not! I definitely told him 12:30.

She tends to get dates and times wrong.

She's going senile.

How dare you! When did I ever make a mistake?

That's an awful thing to say.

"Going senile"? How rude.

Bad Hiroshi.

Huh?! The other day...

Now now, it was my mistake. My hearing's not what it was...

You too, mister priest? Same here.

- It's tough, growing old. - You're so right!

Let's go in.

- I hear insults clearly though. - Same here!

Sampei, we're starting.

Now then, your wife...

What was her name?

- Hitomi. - Of course.

I shall conduct Hitomi Suwa's third memorial service

on behalf of my late predecessor.

My mother is my father's first love.

Behind this house now is an apartment building,

but there used to be a small printing plant,

run by Akemi's father.

My father worked there,

and yearned for my mother, over the fence.

His unrequited love was requited

thanks to my dear old uncle.

What if you've got a sweetheart, but her brother will

only let her marry a college grad. What would you do?

Say what?

I've got a sweetheart, but her brother...

Dummy! I don't! Get outta here!

But if you did, you'd feel the way I do.

Get outta here! I'd feel the way you do? Feel my ass.

Why?

"Why"?

You sure are dumb.

You and me ain't the same person.

Get this. If I eat a sweet potato, do you fart? Do ya?

Damn straight. Logic doesn't make the world go 'round, got it?

Got a problem with that? Dummy.

That argument was only the beginning.

My father confessed his love to my mother, once and for all.

He's so awkward. I wonder how he looked when he proposed?

Anyway, it's just as well his love didn't stay unrequited.

From my room,

I can see your room.

In the morning,

I wake up and see you,

opening your curtains, yawning, and putting away your bedding.

On Sundays, you sing joyfully.

On winter nights, you read books and cry.

In the- three years since I came to that plant,

every morning, I can't wait to see you.

In fact, it's everything I've lived for,

these three years...

I'm leaving here now.

Sakura, have a good life.

Farewell.

Hey! Hiroshi!

What?

What's up? What did Hiroshi say?

Did you say something to him?

Nothing much.

What did he say?

He said he's leaving.

Torajiro!

Hey! Tora!

What the heck did you do to Hiroshi? Huh?

Nothing, you boiled octopus!

This is serious! He suddenly said he's quitting.

That's what he said! Without him, we'll go bust.

Swell, swell. Glad to hear it.

He's too young to toil away in that dump.

Tell him I admire his guts.

- What?! - Torajiro!

What did you do? What did you say to Hiroshi?

Nothing much really.

Just to give up on you.

Fair enough, right?

Hey...

So, you came to my work...

Yeah. You didn't say if you liked him, did ya?

That's not fair!

Boss! Hiroshi left for real.

- For real? - Let him go, let him go.

How could you? You're my brother!

Hiroshi!

Come on...

I'm home!

Torajiro...

I'm going to marry Hiroshi.

I made up my mind.

Boss! Hiroshi is back.

For real?!

Okay?

Torajiro, is that okay?

Grandpa, your glasses case.

Thanks.