Tora-san, His Tender Love (男はつらいよ フーテンの寅)

Say! Say!

I can't drink any more!

Don't go home!

Come on up!

A wedding, so we're moving.

Don't look so sunk!

Drink, poor man!

Drink! I'll help you!

Listen, have you got a home and family?

What's that?

Treating me like a stray dog!

I'll have you know I'm a Tokyoite!

Back home, my family's waiting for me.

This is your family?

Listen, listen, this pretty one's your wife?

Well, yes...

A cute baby! The baby's yours?

Yes!

Who are they?

Mom and my old man.

I envy you.

Crying?

You're homesick?

I'm an orphan. I've got no home.

An orphan? You poor girl.

Cheer up.

You'll find a nice husband become happy.

Will I?

Sure! If you don't, I'll marry you!

Oh, my! Your wife would scold you.

Think so? Yes, you're right.

Forgive me, little wife.

Oh, no!

Sweet but a sister won't do.

Have I sunk.

I was born and raised in village.

I work in the car.

Any call at any time will be responsed...

despatch immediately.

No tea!

Mrs. Kurama.

Took the cakes.

Thanks.

Deliver 30 boxes to Kawachiya next. They're ready.

The rice cakes are ready.

Take it off the fire.

Guests. I'd like 1 0 boxes of the 200 cakes.

Thanks. Wait 30 minutes.

Busy?

The poor always are. Need more men.

We all do.

Yes. Even Tora would be of some help now.

Doesn't write?

You know he wouldn't.

You know, his prospective bride. She's willing.

Bride? The maid at Kawachiya?

I said he's pretty ornery but she doesn't mind.

She must be awfully different too.

A good match, I think.

But if you don't know where he is...

He's really a fool!

Tsune, phone! You take it!

You take it! You're only smoking!

It rings every time when I'm smoking.

What a nuisance.

This is Toraya. Hello.

You're Tora?

Listen, wait!

Where are you?

Where you took a trip? Where is it?

Northeast? Hokuriku?

It does matter! We were talking about you just now.

Come back. We're worried about you!

Thanks. I'm sorry to make you worry.

Where is he?

Listen, where is he?

Don't "Hello" me! A customer.

Where? Standing behind you.

Aunt. Hurry up!

Where are you phoning from?

Sorry to keep you waiting. Here.

Sweets?

Say, no bean paste.

You're...

Never mind. Talk later.

Sorry to make you wait. Coming. Please wait.

Embarrassed maybe but why phone from right in front?

I thought it Sendai or Toyama.

Uncle, forget about that.

Have another drink.

Warming the sake?

I forgot.

Fool. Boiling now.

The same uncle and aunt. You haven't changed.

We have. We feel the infirmities of old age.

As I said over the phone,

you'd be a great help if you'd settle down.

Will you? Sakura would feel easy too.

Won't she?

I ask you too. It's time to hang up your hat.

How about it?

Thanks.

You're only ones to say that to me.

Thank you very much.

Too quiet. Let's drink.

It's hot! You let it boil! Warm it right!

Frankly, I'm not young any more.

Yet I'm always on the go.

Under thin covers at tradesmen's inns, I look at holes in the ceiling.

Then it comes to me that it's about time I married and settled down.

Yes, yes.

A relief to hear that.

The truth is, if you're of that mind,

we have a bride.

Bride? Whose?

Yours.

I don't know her but my Boss talked about it.

He asked me to urge you.

See her once?

Say, Tsune! No sake. Hurry!

She's been told about you.

About me?

What'd he say?

That you have guts, class and are dependable.

Like an old time knight.

Hmm...And then?

So she's very willing.

Not a rich man's daughter, of course.

She's a maid at Kawachiya.

Uncle, I hadn't counted on a rich girl at all.

Hardships make a better wife.

Yes, yes, exactly!

Anyway, meet her, why don't you?

Yes, I'll tell my boss tonight.

Tonight?

A good thing. The sooner the better.

I hope you like her.

You'd have his preferences.

The girl you like?

I'm not particular at all.

A type you like?

I'm only a drifter, so I can't be too choosy.

Anybody, I guess, if she isn't an old bag.

If she isn't, you're sure?

If I must say something, she should be sweet-tempered.

Of course.

A woman should be.

Anything else?

Not particularly.

But late risers are no good.

She's sleeping, mouth wide open, when I wake up,

I'd hate that.

That's so, isn't it?

Don't laugh.

He means you.

One more thing.

No hot water to wash my face.

That's bad too.

She should be ready with it.

We're busy mornings!

That's bad.

Come.

Busy, but washing a face takes only 5 or 10 minutes.

Stay with him, at least, that long.

When he puts his hands in the wash basin...

Hold his sleeves from behind so they won't get wet.

It's really the most!

Understand, Aunt? Come, don't just stand there.

Don't peek. You try it. Practise. Hold them.

It's not changing a baby's diapers. You're hopeless.

No, don't!

No delicacy!

Anything else beside those?

There's no end to our wants.

You're right.

They say a man has 7 enemies once he steps out of his own home

He returns after toiling and sweating.

So a wife, her face made up, should bow gracefully.

Welcome home. You must be tired.

I'd like to hear these words.

Aunt's hair isn't neat at all.

One look at him and she should know if he'll take a bath or eat first.

One more thing. Sake-this is hard.

It should be as warm as our body, not too hot or too cold.

It's too hot. Pour and bring it up and it smells like ammonia.

You're a failure as a wife then.

The husband pours the last drop of sake.

He puts the bottle down, she's there with more sake.

Wrong timing and a man can't get drunk happily.

When he starts singing, the day's hard work outside makes him sleepy.

When he wants to doze off, a pillow's right there.

I'm a man of few demands, so...

Oh, yes, one more thing.

Women should be ladylike.

She shouldn't say she'll run along to the toilet in front of her hubby.

I don't say not to go.

But go quietly unnoticed by others.

That's what I mean by ladylike.

I've no other particular requests.

I'll sleep now.