All language subtitles for A.Wanderer_s.Notebook.1962.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DD+2.0.H.264-EC.srt - eng(2)

Mama!

What is it?

Papa. Papa's been arrested.

Police?

They said he was cheating
the customers.

Sing your song!

Come on, sing!

Louder!

One hottie makes your skin
shine rosy.

Two bottles make it shine
like snow.

Try for yourself!

So this coloured water
does the magic? You fool!

Stupid!

HER LOVELY LANE

Executive Producers:
Masumi Fujimoto

Mikio Naruse, Tadahiro Teramoto

Screenplay:
Toshiro Ide, Sumie Tanaka

From the novel by Fumiko Hayashi
and the play by Kazuo Kikuta

Photographie: Jun Yasumoto

Production design: SATOSHI Chuko

Music: Yuji Koseki

Starring

Hideko Takamine

Akira Takarada, Daisuke Kato
Keiju Kobayashi

Kinuyo Tanaka, Mitsuko Kusabue
Noboru Nakaya, Yunosuke Ito

Directed by Mikio Naruse

My mother and I are carrying bags.

How hot it is!

Carrying a pack a girl totters
through the city in the sun.

Good day sir.
Would you like to buy some.

Very low price.

Very nice, very low.

I'm not buying.

It's very hot in Tokyo.

My shadow on the white road
is crawling like a black toad.

Welcome!

Isn't it hot? How's business?

Bad. It couldn't be worse.

Times are bad.

My work doesn't pay me much...

but I have nothing else.

I'm sorry, but will you give us time
for the rent?

All right.

By the way, there's a letter
from your husband.

Oh?

No money with it, I'm sure.
He should send us some.

Wouldn't she like being
a bus conductress?

Conductress?

They pay 45 yen a month.

Afraid she can't do the work.

She's such a strange girl.

Why make so much smoke?

Coal is bad.

What did he father say?

So much rain,
he's not sold anything in Kyushu.

Let me see.

I think I have to go to help him.

He wrote he scarcely eats...

Bad luck, you and I are here
living some place he can't live.

Welcome home!

Gotten hot, hasn't it?

Yes and it's only the beginning
of summer.

Why act that way?

Mr. Yasuoka spoke to you.

I don't like him.

Nor my father.

Nor any man at all...

Why don't you like your father?

He's take care of you since
you were eight.

You should thank him for that.

I don't think I should.

You went to school, though.

Did you forget it already?

I worked through school, didn't I?

I worked in factories, as a maid,
and peddling.

I earned my own living.

I even sent him money after I
graduated from school.

Did you forget that too?

You shouldn't say that.

I don't care.

We're no father and daughter.

You go to him, leave me alone!

I'll go on living if I have to become
a whore.

Excuse me, would you like these?

I bought some for you.

Thank you, it's very kind of you.

- Going for a bath?
- Yes.

See you later.

Good day, and thank you.

He's very nice.
Why don't you like him?

Wonder how much he makes?

He was widowed five years ago.
Maybe he'll marry again.

None of your business.

Nor mine.

You still love Katori, don't you?

That student who brought you
to Tokyo...

And when he finished school...

deserted you and went home.

Yes, I loved him.

And I can't forget him...

Just like you love my father...

and won't be separated from him.

I wish I could see you once more.

I wish I had money now!

I wish I had even ten yen.

I wish I could buy a bowl
of noodles.

It's no use writing a letter to him...

to a man who married a woman
who is better than me.

So this writing is only to console me.

How much do we have.

What are you doing?

1, 2, 3, 4...

5 yen.

Fumiko!

12 yen and 60 sen in all.

You worry about Father.

You take the money to go to Father.

Don't worry...
I'm not a child any more.

I can take care of myself all right.

Only thirty yen a month will do.

Why can't I find a job?

Had I five sen now,
I could buy a sack of rice.

Then, I'd have a nice boiled rice
and pickled radish.

My wish is that simple.

Isn't there some way to make it
come true?

The line shortens little by little...

Some come out smiling
and some disappointed.

We are getting tired standing
before the door.

Only two are wanted, but more than
fifty girls have gathered here.

Now, it's my turn at last.

He reads my personal history.
Examines my character...

and appraises my appearance.

After I am exposed to view for a while
he says he'll advise me later.

I've got accustomed to this way
of refusal...

But still it's stupid.

I've powered my face very thick
today.

A picture of a country girl in town.

I'm waiting for some theatre manager.
How does he look, I wonder.

A tall man with glasses
passes by me.

He's good-looking
and well dressed.

"You're the applicant?"

"Yes, I am."

He resumes walking.

So I follow him like a dog.

We enter a small bar.

He says his troop
is a touring company

and they lack actress so I could
join any time.

His handkerchief is peeping out of
his breast pocket.

His face looks thin, easy to forget.

By intuition,
I feel something improper.

I endure anything, but being
tricked by a man like him.

He unfolds my personal history
with cigarette stained fingers

then pockets it.

Maybe what he needs is myself
not my paper.

He treats me to a glass of cider

and guides me to a hotel in which
he has his office.

His office is a front.

A room without furniture looks
strange.

He tell me lies, so I tell him lies.

No wonder the world is full of lies.

In due times he says he wants to
play with me.

I say it's absurd to say such things.

When I walk out of the room,
a girl says she's brought noodles.

I smile my refusal and step out to
the street.

But those red boxes of noodles linger
before my eyes.

Will he eat all of the noodles?

I want to eat noodles.

I've found a job at a stock broker's
office named Iwai.

We'll give you 35 yen and in a month.

Work hours are from 9 to 4.

By the way, can you keep accounts?

What?

Book-keeping?

I think I can.

OK, we'll try you.

35 yen a month with lunch!

What a wonderful world I see now!

Mother!

You'd be surprises for your daughter's
success if I sent you ten yen.

The man leads me to a large desk.

As I sit before the desk
like a block of rock,

I become worried about what I've said:

"I can keep accounts."

I open the large book the man has
brought.

It's book-keeping by double entry...

and utterly different from
what I know.

The sweat streams down on my face.

Long arrays of big figures that
I haven't ever seen before.

If I calculated and entered
these numbers all day...

I would be insane by night fall...

But I use the abacus as if I was
clever with it.

Though I was no good at all
in using it.

And the memory chills my heart.

A telegram for you.

Thank you.

Have you found a job?

Employment cancelled. Iwai

Bad news?

Sorry I'll be late with the rent.

Wouldn't you like to be
a bus conductress?

45 yen a month? I applied for it once.

Rejected?

Because I'm near-sighted.

The world in which they calculate
those big figures everyday...

I'm sure I wouldn't like it at all.

But as long as the big figures
scare me...

I'll never be a millionaire.

Excuse me

Come in.

You did this, didn't you?

Miss Hayashi...

I wish you'd accept it.

Why?

I can't bear to see you suffer.

Please take it.

I can't accept money without reason.
Thanks just the same.

Maybe I shouldn't.

I was afraid it might offend you.

Oh, no. I'm not offended at all.

You mean it?

I feel relieved now.

I asked if there was a job for you
at my factory

But no employment now.

I've found a job.

Really?

That's fine!

I went everyday to a job painting celluloid toys.

It pays 75 sen a day.
Today, 2 months have been passed.

I'm getting tired of painting toys
like this...

All day long...

You're too beautiful for this kind
of job.

I wish I have Fumiko's patience.

Thought she'd give up in two days.

This looked very hard at first,
but it doesn't now.

Come on, hurry up!

You are always chattering.

Mind you. This is urgent.

What are you doing Kumiko?
Slowing down?

We are not machines.

Make us hurry, pay us orderly.

Sounds as if you were working
for nothing, eh?

We work a half-an hour extra-time
every day...

But you never pay for it.

I'm disgusted with that work.

I think I'll become a bar hostess.

Bar hostess?

Why don't you come with me?

But, I have no other kimonos
than this.

They lend you nice clothes.

You wear a white apron too.
Drinking and singing.

Far better life than now.

You can never pass a book store
without stopping.

I'll be going. I'm in a hurry.

Good bye then.

Think it over, will you,
about the job?

Yes, good bye.

Miss Hayashi!

From your mother.

Thank you.

"I've been sick since I came over here.
So I can't go out selling."

"Father's business is not good at all."

"And soon it will be winter,
I'm at a loss thinking of our future."

"I know you are making a bare
living..."

"but will you send me some money
even a little?"

Miss Hayashi...

You had your supper?

I got my pay today. So I bought two
cutlets. Here you are.

Thank you.

How is your mother?

Is she fine?

Mr. Yasuoka, could you lend me
some money?

My mother is sick...

That's terrible!

I'm glad it's my pay day. How much?

Ten yen please.

Tell me what you need. I have no
family, so I can spare more.

Is it enough?

Yes.
Thank you.

I'm sorry. It's selfish of me
to ask you for it.

No. I'm glad you did.

I regret I bought this.

You shouldn't. You love books.

Ah. Poetry!

I once bought the poems of Takuboku.

His poems are wonderful.

This printing business has changed
my hands. Look!

Mine too. The paint's stained my
finger nails.

Miss Hayashi.

Fumiko.

I think I could make our living
on my pay of 60 yen.

Will you please me.

Maybe it's not right to ask
like this...

Immediately after I made you a loan.

I know I am nobody...
nor good enough to be your friend.

But I've seen you all these months,
and I want to make you happy.

Angry?

No.

But I used to be married.

I used to live with a man.

I am a widower, too.

I'm grateful to you for your
kindness.

But I don't think I could lead
a happy married life with you.

I am very sorry, Mr. Yasuoka.

Oh, don't...

Don't be. Miss Hayashi!

I'm happy to serve you.

Excuse me.

And what part do you play?

You come to see me?

Yes, I will with a bouquet!

Gaef!

What is it?

Gaef. It's a name

Is it French?

It's Russian.

When the cherry orchard
has been sold.

He laments and says:

"The orchard is all white."

"You haven't forgotten it Lyuba?"

"That long avenue runs straight,
straight as an arrow."

"It shines during moonlit nights."

That's nice!

Come her Fumiko.
You like plays, don't you?

A new girl?

Yes, call her Fumiko.

How do you do?

You have charming eyes!

I'm near-sighted.

Be more romantic!

This is Mr. Date.
He writes poems and plays.

He plays on the stage too.

What were you writing?
Love letters?

No.

She writes poems and stories.

Who is your favourite?

Heine. Whitman.

And Pushkin.

How is she?

Let me see your poem will you?

"That night upon the table in a bar,"

"Cried the decoring face."

"What matters
if a crow crows in a tree."

"The night is sad."

"My face in the palms of my hands,"

"Tired in green powders,"

"Pulled the hands of twelve o'clock."

Any more?

Yes, at home.

These are amazing.

She's good, isn't she?

I'd like to read more of your poems.

I never imagined I'd read a poem
in a place like this.

What? A place like this?

"My face in the palm of my hands,"

"Tired in green powders,"

"Pulled the hands of twelve o'clock."

That's good.

So good?

Buy me a drink.

Yes, I will.

I'll treat everyone.

To the poems found in a bar.

"I'm a red ball out in the fields."

"When the wind blows hard, I fly."

"Like an eagle high up in the sky."

"Come on wind, with your breath."

"Come on wind, strike me, the red ball."

May I come in?

Yes?

Come on.

Where?

It's sunny outside.
It'd be nice to take a walk.

Ah, it's Sunday.

Would you like to take a walk
with me?

Mr. Yasuoka. I'm sorry I didn't
return you the money yet.

That's all right.

I'd be happy if you forgot it.

I don't understand you.

I really mean it.

As long as its unreturned...

I feel as if we were tied
with each other.

There are lots of girls
much better than me.

Why do you like a girl like me?

There are not.

Yes, there are.

There may be, but not to me.

A guest, Miss Hayashi!

Will you excuse me?

Mr. Date! It's been a long time.

I was touring around the country.

Come in.

Be careful on the stairs.

Come in.

- Work today?
- Yes, I'll go in the evening.

My... You have good books!

I'm surprised.

I had more.

But I had to sell them.

Well, that's life...

but, that's what makes you write.

It's sunny. Would you like
to take a walk?

Our poet group
is going to publish a book.

Won't you join us?

Really?

I've come to tell you that.

I'm so happy.

I'm envious...

There's something about you that...

let's you be happy.

Aren't you happy?

Do you think a man who is
happy and contented

would leave his home
for over two months?

Well then, you and your wife...

You have one?

Yes, but she is no good.

She makes me feel
as if I were imprisoned.

What's so funny?

Forgive me.

They say when a man speaks
to a new girl

he usually speaks ill of his old girl.

You've been hurt.

Is it impossible for us to have
our own happiness in this world?

You enjoy teasing me.

Teasing?

I'm the one who's teased.

I know how I feel toward them.

So I'm afraid of myself...

afraid and disgusted!

That's why...

Fumiko!

I am in love with the Buddha.

When I kiss him on his cold lips.

My heart trembles with awe and joy...

And the stream of my blood runs
backward.

I'm back!

Welcome home.

I'm back!

Any job?

Bar hostess or waitress
at a sukiyaki restaurant.

Want some cake?

Imagawayaki?

Cake for the common people.

This will be my supper.

It's pity that you're here with me

and I don't earn our living
by myself.

Don't worry. I'll earn what
I eat somehow.

I don't mind working
at the restaurant.

One sukiyaki!

My wish is...

that you sit in a quiet room...

and write poems and stories.

But you couldn't afford
your wife's living either.

Don't want it? I'll eat them all then.

Give me one.

Good isn't it?

Yes it is.

Your wife... is she beautiful?

Yes, she is.

Why don't you go back to her, then?

You're cruel.

Why don't you understand
that I need you now?

Only now, is it?

You little fool!

I am lonely.

Could anyone ever be bad
to such a sweet girl?

Oh. I wish I were rich!

If I were rich, I'd never let you
worry about money.

I'll be broke soon.

Writings poems doesn't make money.

Must work on the stage.

But you don't like it.

Certainly not.

I can't stand making a show of myself.

I'll work from tomorrow on.

I think I can earn our living.

One sukiyaki!

Good isn't it?

Where are you from?

The mountains of Tanba.

Where is Tanba?

I don't know.

Get you there.

Have another, Tanba monkey.

Monkey? All right.
Monkeys like to drink.

Don't make her drink too much.
She's new here.

Come here, Fumiko!

She takes care of them.

You have other things to do.

Really! Getting drunk at your first night!

Madam wants you now.

Already back?

I walked out of the bar.

Actually I was fired.

Is he in?

He's been out all afternoon.

Did you find a job?

Don't worry.
You'll get your rent.

Would you lend me needle and
thread?

Didn't you buy them yet?

I forgot. The seams have gone.

Well, I'll fix it for you.

Thank you. It's very kind of you.

Oh. Fumiko!

A woman bring it for him.

Kyoko Hinetsu?

Is it all right?

A friend of his.

An actress. She works with him.

Be careful, though.
Your man is handsome.

Don't worry.

"Dear Haruhiko."

"In the night we rehearsed
The Cherry Orchard..."

"I became your wife.
Though not formally,"

"and we have been actually
man and wife ever since."

"You said you'd marry me
when you got money."

"But now, you've taken
another woman into your room."

"I hear she's a maid..."

It smells like a woman's room.

Does she stay here?

Of course not.
I share this room with solitude.

She sleeps in a room downstairs.

Honestly?

Honestly.

She came here
with my drunken friends.

We've slept here that night.

And on the morning I woke
to find her dusting and washing...

As if she were my maid.

I don't think she lives here
only as a maid.

Why are you so sceptical?

You know why.

I can't stay away from you
any longer.

We'll be together when
we're married.

Then when will that be?

When I have money as I told you.

I could ask my parents
for the money for our wedding.

Could you?

Naturally.
I'm their daughter after all.

Darling!

Hello!

Why are you back so early?

This lady...

Who is she?

Miss Kyoko Hinatsu. An actress.

She writes poems too.

You know her name, right?

You don't have to tell her that.

Just tell her I'm your wife.

I am also his wife.

What did you say?

I am his wife.

Miss Hayashi.

My wife is this lady.

Is she the one who was in hospital?

Or another woman?

Does this matter?

Miss Hayashi.

Does a husband call his wife
"Miss"?

Now, we don't need you here.
You can go.

Don't, Kyoko.

Let's have a drink together here.

With your maid?

Not with you. Not now. Not here!

Wait!

We'll talk later.

Back to the life of a hostess again...

I felt like I was going crazy.

And my heart wanted men crazily...

Once more!

Let her rest. She is sweating.

Gosh. It's hot. Give me a drink.

You are born in Kyushu?

How do you know?

Your way of talking.

You're right.

I travelled a lot
when I was a child.

Nagasaki, Sasebo... and
other towns in Kyushu...

I changed school seven times.

This is all I have now.

But I need a little more.

No, Mother.
I didn't expect you tonight.

But Papa caught a bad cold.
He's getting worse.

Money?

Yes, but don't.

Better than nothing.

Take it.

Thank you.

Mother...

Thank you very much.

Tokiko is working hard enough.

Don't push her too much.

I know.

Your mother's come again?

Work harder and earn more...

Or you'll have to do worse.

Fumiko, you dance well.
So here's a tip for you

Thanks.

Our girls don't know
how to entertain men.

Let it be a lesson.

Fumiko!

Someone wants to see you.

A bear.

This is Fumiko.

Miss Fumiko Hayashi?

You wrote the poem
'A Work Woman's Song', eh?

We liked it very much.

Pardon me. I'm Shirazaka
of the Pacific Poet.

Oh, the author of 'The Square Moon'?

Yes.
Did you read it?

I'm Uenoyama.

I know your poetry too,
'The Proletariat Sings'.

'A Work Woman's Song'
was very good.

Smelled the sweat of the poor.

It's because
I'm one of them myself.

Why don't you join our group?

He belongs to the Red Flag Union.

You'd get mixed up in a riot
and picked up someday.

That would never happen to me.

I'm poor but I don't like the red flag.

You mean it's hopeless?

There's a lot of poor people
who have no time for such things.

This gentleman seems very quiet.

Pardon me.

He's Fukuchi, winner
of the Pacific Poets award.

You can't tell. I might refuse it.

There are all strange, aren't they?

Really strange.

Then will you write for us?

Will I write for your magazine?

We're counting on you.

Nobody can write poems like yours.
No woman among us.

Yes, I will! I will!

But no pay for it.

That doesn't matter.

I want money but all of you write
for nothing, don't you?

That's right.

In token of my thanks,
I'll buy a bottle!

Thank you!

Looks like we are being bribed.

What's the matter?

Your face...
You look beautiful now.

Oh, my face?

When you're writing at the desk...

you're beautiful indeed.

Really?

If I was beautiful to our customers
they'd tip me more.

I wish I could write like you.

I envy you.

Someday, you'll be a great poetess.

I have a reason to write poems.

"My life is not all like this."

"My life won't end this way."

I tell myself this.

I don't think I'll become great.

I can't write difficult things
because I have little learning.

But you can write poems without it.

You could do better if you had,
but it's not indispensable.

I, too, think I must not live like this.
I have to do something.

But nothing turns out...

My father is sick
and my mother is weak.

I've borrowed money from you again.

Don't let it worry you.

Your mother reminds me of my mother

who is in the country.

We quarrelled often when we were
together...

But I miss her very much
now that we are far apart.

I'd like to see her dressed
in gorgeous kimono,

sitting on a silk cushion and
eating her favourite food.

Just once in my whole life.

Who is? Fumiko again?
Turn the light off!

Oh, shut up!

Hello, Miss Hayashi.

Oh, Mr. Yasuoka.

It's been a long time.

I called at your former
lodging house a few days ago.

They gave me your address.

Not very nice place, isn't it?

You're living in here?

Yes.

You can't study here, can you?

No. Just earning enough.
It is all I can do now.

He was a bad one, that Mr. Date!

Geisha girls?

Yes.

I'm sorry I can't return the money
yet but I will.

Don't let it worry you.
I told you so, didn't I?

But...

I really mean it.

I must be going now.

You're very kind.

Please call me any time
if I can be of any help to you.

Remember that.

Thank you.

Good day.

Good afternoon.

The girls walking down the street
look like a sole in a stream.

I wish I could be like them.

Oh God! Wherever you are.

Answer me!
Are you really standing around me?

I don't think you like a girl like me.

I can't see through you, you God!

Yet, I can't help by pray you.

That I may today sell this story.

We don't usually buy children's
stories by unknown writer.

But this is my best work.

Don't you like it?

Leave it here anyway.

We might buy it,
but we wouldn't pay you much.

Maybe less than thirty sen per page.

Twenty sen per page will be enough.

Ten page.

1 yen and 50 sen in all.

That'll be all then.

Well, keep looking hard.

Read Andersen.

Yes, I'll read Andersen.

Eight!

Nine!

- You're all right?
- I am all right!

Ten!

Great! She drunk all ten glasses.

I can't believe it!

Did she drink 10 glasses?

Now your bet!

Ten yen against
her drinking ten cups.

A bet is a bet.

That's wonderful.
Let's celebrate Fumiko!

I should get some too, shouldn't I?

Oh. good evening.

Is she in? Tokiko?

Tokiko!

Bring some drinks, quick!

Come on, entertain them well.

- Are you already going?
- Yes. See you soon.

Thank you very much.

Tokiko. You are more beautiful
than ever.

Pretty like a jewel.
Not like this dunghill.

Is it me who is the dunghill?

Exactly. You sluts are no better
than dunghills.

That is not proper language.

Well, Tokiko.
Can I keep you company tonight?

What do you mean, keep me company?

To sleep with. And you know that.

Keep quiet!

She's so naive.
That's why I'm fond of her.

Then don't teach her such words.

She'll become a slut like you...

unless somebody protects her.
And I will do it.

There are girls at the Golden Star
that are for sale for 50 sen.

What a talk!

None of our girls are like that.

Sure. Not worth that much by far.

35 sen at best.

A 35 sen whore. That's a laugh!

You fools!

To hell with you!

What's this?

Fumiko!

How dare you!

I called fools fools, that's all!

You drank too much. Go!

Take her away girls! Hurry!

Come, Fumiko!

Everybody knows whether or not
he's good-looking.

Look at your face in a mirror.

What?

No hard feelings now.
Tokiko be nice to you.

You too Mr. Nishihara.

A man... a man has to die
if he does not eat.

When we're starving...

who could blame us if we sold
ourselves for ten sen!

Shut up, Fumiko!

Come on! Take her away.

You talk big,
but don't know nothing.

Get out, you swine!

And what are you?

Get out and what?

Fumiko! You're fired!

You can't talk me like that!

Fool!

Stop it! She's drunk, that's all.

How disgusting. Let's go!

Then, why don't you drink next door.

Tokiko, you go with them
and make them happy.

Please enjoy company.

Please cheer up and have
nice time and good drinks.

What a jerk!

Good riddance.

You're right.

Is Fumiko in?

Mr. Shirasaka!

Oh, there you are.

One beer, please.

This is Miss Fumiko Hayashi,
Miss Hinatsu.

She's a member of our group.
She writes poems too.

Oh, pardon me!

Fumiko, you were Date's girl once.
What do you know?

Who was the first?

I was before her...

and I was after her.

Is that so?

Then Fumiko was between you.

I tell you what...

we're through, he and I.

Really?

He was impossible.
Thinking too much of himself.

Yes indeed.

He believed handsome men
are almighty.

I'll make a proposition.

Why don't you two
publish a magazine.

Just two of us?

Yes. And you can beat men down
with your poems.

I can't beat men down anyhow.

I can't stop loving them though
they beat me.

How honest you are!

But we need money.

I'll pay you up.

My parents send me money
every month.

We could afford to drink
with that money. But that's nothing.

I'll vote for the magazine.

Your poems must be read by people.
If not, they are useless.

It's your secret, isn't it?

A magazine for two of us,
but I'm only an addition, aren't I?

Why?

Because you are in love with Kyoko.

You shouldn't mention it.

Don't hide it from us.

Let's publish that magazine together.

What do you like the title to be?
'Couple'?

Two women who used to be the wives
of one man.

Interesting, isn't it?

Shall we start it, then?

Let's do it!

It's settled. I'll arrang
to have it published soon.

You must be very happy.

He's still at it.

I'll marry you when I want to.

Wish that 'd be soon.

- This sounds sad.
- Don't make me feel too sad.

Come to my place Fumiko,
when you feel lonely.

You give me the meaning of life.
I give you the pleasure of life.

How harsh!

You want to be the food and drink
of your woman?

I meant, love that much.

That's the same thing.

But it's clear cut. I like it.

Well, I don't know

Let's have a toast!

Come join us everybody!
Let's drink!

I've written a children's song.

But I don't know if it can sell.

I've stopped expecting.

Yet, I write and write like a fury.

And still, silly things well up
in my mind...

Sweet and dear memories of this
and that.

God bless my soul! Amen!

- Hello!
- Is Fumiko in?

Is that you, Mr. Fukuchi?

Come in, please.

I'm glad you've come.

I have no place else to go
in this rain.

It's a pity I have nothing
to treat you to.

I had 5 sen this morning...

so I bought some candy.
My ration for today.

Aren't you working?

Not for several days.

Look at my legs.

All swollen up.

When you push, it makes a pit. See?

Eat lots of barley.

That's my problem, to eat lots.

Lots.

What would you like to eat now?

- Boiled eggs.
- What else?

Taiyaki cakes.

What else?

Strawberry jam.

What else?

Chinese noodles.

What else?

You're mean.

My stomach's growling.

Let's go eat them all.

I've money today.

I sold an essay.

That's great!
Why didn't you tell me that first?

That's nothing.

It's only occasional they pay us
for writing.

Don't take things that way.

Someday you'll be able to earn
your living.

You're too optimistic.

Not exactly.

Sometimes I wish I would die.

Late in the night, I take a walk.

I don't think, honestly,
I wish to die...

But I say "I wish I would die".

Then, I feel somehow at ease.

To feel at ease is a pleasure
you can get without a penny.

The whiteness of the stone
makes them look light.

Someday I'll become a tombstone
like that... someday.

Will I be able to become a ghost?

A ghost need neither to eat nor
to pay rent.

The affection for parents, the torment
from the sense of repayment...

They vanish like smoke.

Encircled among a family of new
stones which belong to nobody yet.

The mason is sleeping peacefully.

When the day breaks
he cuts and dresses the stones,

and makes money from them.

It goes the same way in any
business.

I think I will marry Mr. Fukuchi.

Hello!

Hello! Hatsuko, come in.

Good day!

How are you?

As you see... Not very well.
Come in anyway.

All the girls are well?

About half of them left
after you'd gone.

Really? How is Tokiko?

That's why I came.
I'm entrusted with the money...

She told me she'd borrowed.

6 Yen and 50 sen.

What's become of her... married?

If it were marriage... but.

Mistress of that construction
workers' boss.

She gets 80 yen allowance monthly.

I met her once
She wore a nice kimono.

Let's have some noodles.

Don't worry.
Someone's waiting for me today.

Going to that pawnshop.

So far?

An old friend of mine.
Gives me more than the others.

So long!

Good-bye!

I sold my futon. Fukuchi says that one is
enough for us two. I paid the rent overdue.

I bought rice and curtain
with what was left and came to him.

We've eaten nothing since morning.
Sitting down in the room.

We both write without expectations.

How about eating something nice?

Curry rice, pork cutlet
or beefsteak?

Any money?

Well, without food we can't live.

No collector will come till
tomorrow morning. So...

Can you manage tomorrow?

Tomorrow is tomorrow.

Miss Hayashi!

Postman.

Look! Postal order.

Three Yen!

For the stories I wrote
6 months ago.

30 sen a sheet. wonderful!

Thanks, thanks!
I'm grateful to Buddha!

No use to worry about tomorrow.

A lucky wind already blows for us.

Let's celebrate whatever we like.

Curry rice, pork cutlet
or beefsteak?

Shut up!

We're hungry.

Let's go out for dinner.

Got 30 sen for a sheet.
Don't get so excited.

As if you're already rich.

Send my manuscrits off now.

You mean at once?

That's right.

Can't you wait tomorrow...

What?

From Mr. Fukuchi?

I've read his story,
and I'm sorry to say

it's unsuitable for our magazine.

I should like to ask of you just
one more chance.

No use to keep it.

Excuse me, I am busy.

Give me a cigarette!

Just a moment, please.

Dinner's ready.

Cigarettes!

I'll go to buy cigarettes.
Please eat this.

Don't you like these?

Cigarettes!

Paid 5 sen for beancurd.

3 sen for sardines.

And 2 sen for pickles.

Look! I made 3 kinds of dishes.

Don't you appreciate my cooking?

Don't boast about it.

Where you going?

Here's cigarette money.

Good bye!

What shall I do?

I don't know.

Keep on living with him...
I'll be tough as steel.

I'll be a woman with neither smiles
nor tears.

I want to make a fire... gather
and burn empty bales and leaves.

I've no wish to live on under
these conditions.

No energy at all.

I want to burn his papers.

Come back to the room to take out
the important papers.

Take out three of his poems
and hold them over the fire.

Poems will be nothing but ashes.

I hate him,
yet I hesitate to burn them.

After all I can't burn them and
take them back.

I carried my husband's transcripts
to publisher every day.

But nothing change.

To Miss Hayashi, c/o Mr. Fukuchi.

Hope I'm not wasting
your time.

No, You've come at a good time.

Miss Himatsu and Miss Murano
are here.

I introduce you to Miss Murano.

Mr. Shirasaka...

I've come to ask to make us
a loan.

Oh, I see . All right, I understand.

Come on in, anyway.

It's Fumiko!
It's been a long time!

Hello, Kyoko.

This is Miss Fumiko Hayashi
of the Pacific Poets.

Mrs Fukuchi..?

That's right.

This is Miss Murano,
a rising writer.

Ho do you do?

Please to meet you.

Miss Murano lives not far from
your love nest.

About five minutes walk.

We haven't yet attacked
your love nest...

Could we come one day?

Yes, please.

You have a fine reputation
among us.

You're carrying his manuscripts
to publishers?

You couldn't do it if you married
Mr. Shirasaka?

Don't worry about me.
I would carry her manuscripts.

There'd be no better husband
in the world.

Why don't you get married?

No. Not yet.

A waiting game?

I'm back.

Must be hungry.

I bought taiyaki cakes.

Have some.

Can't trick me like this!

What's the matter?
Why are you angry?

Your manuscripts...

They didn't sell.

I went to all the publishers.

But it was the same thing.
And finally I was getting tired of it.

I ran from one publisher to another
only for you.

What does this mean?

A letter came with it.

"We regret to inform you that your
novelette brought this morning"

"is unsuitable for our magazine,
hence returned herewith."

Returned so soon!

Sooner than your return!

Don't tell me you were carrying
my stories.

I did carry yours, too...

But something had to be sold,
my own at least.

I've had enough
of married life with you.

Don't say that, please!

I want to settle with you here,
after all.

Excuse me.

Is Fumiko in?

Mother!

It's been so long.

Come in Mother!

My mother has come from
the country.

I am Fumiko's mother.

Please take good care of her.

Don't you want to wash up?

Yes, I will. Thank you.

This is the left-over from lunch.

It hasn't gone bad. You can eat it.

Where you going?

He seems like he's afraid.

Are you happy with him?

He's nice to me sometimes...

But if I'd come to marry someone
again...

I'd marry a carpenter or even
a rickshawman.

But never a writer!

All is the same in the country...
dull as usual.

Times are at their worst now.

Do you have some money?

No more than 30 sen now.

What are you going to do?

If I could stay here...

for several days,
father will bring his goods here.

What are they?

He bought some baskets
intending to sell them here.

They'll never sell at all.

Business is poor in Tokyo, too?

You'd better go back home...

before father comes up.

But I arrived here only today!

What else can we do?

We have no extra bedding here.

Your husband is late.

He won't be back tonight.

It happen often?

I got used to it.

Won't you come back to the country
with me?

After these two years and a half,
your face look so hard.

It's my myopia. It got worse.

Come back to the country
and start a new life!

Shall we you and I live together
go peddling again?

You're unfortunate in your marriage.

I hear TB can be cured by drinking
a soup made of horse shit.

But what's good for the poor man?
Double suicide?

Money, money, always money.

They say money is circulating
among people but

although I work, it doesn't get to me.

Here it is!

Are you at home, Fukuchi?

Fumiko, are you there?

Nobody in?

- Shall we come in?
- Without invitation?

Nothing to steal, eh?

Good day.

They're out.

Better house than I expected.

Guess the rent is 8 yen.

I don't like poems
with trade mark of poverty.

Because you're well bred
and rich, eh?

Her poems, like open dust-bins

stir contents and throw them out
just to see them.

Something of physical disgust?

Some people like her poems.
Call them naked.

That nakedness...

She wants to show off her nudity.

As if to say
I'm so poor, don't you think...

It's like standing on a stage.

That's bitter criticism but...

there's nothing of a love-nest
around here.

Do they get on well together?

Fukuchi is selfish...

Perhaps TB naturally made him so.

She chooses and loves handsome
boys only..

You can't blame her on that score.

If so, you should be desperate.

You're welcome, nice to see you.

Hello!

We were waiting for you.

No locks. May tempt a burglar.

Fukuchi is not here?

Went to the hospital?

How's he lately?

There's nothing definite.

How are things?

Well, Yasuko wants to talk to you.
So I brought her here

Mrs Hasegawa wants to read
your stories and Kyoko's.

Poems?

She prefers prose...

Maybe it will appear
in her magazine.

You're ambitious, so may want to
write for a large magazine like...

But it's good though for a debut.

Of course, if they take me,
I'll be so pleased.

I'll write too.

Please send them to me,
both of you.

Deadline is May 31.

Only one is chose.

So... don't blame us if you fail.

How are you?

Welcome home!

Fumiko, are you going to write
for the magazine?

Yes, I am.

You may consider this a chance
but don't disgrace yourself.

That sounds strange Fukuchi.

A writer like you
can not understand.

You don't understand neither.

Fumiko loves you.

A tough girl like Fumiko is good for
you, a sick man.

Be reasonable.

Imbecile!

What? I'm advising you
out of kindness.

Do you want me to give material
to one...

who works to feed her husband
and is proud of it?

Let's go! Good-bye!

We'll come again.

Good-bye!

Listen. Shirasaki said
that your poems are dirty like...

like stirring a dust-bin
and spilling it.

I live that way.

I can't write a false story.

Dust-bin. He said it!

I agree with him.

I'm tired of you.

Get out and leave me.

No. I won't.

Why not?

I don't like you, either.
A man like a rotten woman.

But any man will do
for my husband.

I've come to know that how often
I divorce and remarry...

A man's still a man.

I've another reason...

I've found a better girl so
go away.

I asked you to come with me,
if you feel lonely, you remember?

I'm still lonely.

I have a girl.

Better bring her here.

Alright, I will.

Please.

I'll sleep with her.

I don't care.

Whatever you do. I'll stay.
I'm your wife.

Stay if you like.

Do you like me so much?

No, I hate you!

Applaud me with clapping hands
just for escaping from a man.

Oh god. What should I do...

Shall I die?

I'm driven to the end.
No hope to live. Merciless...

Didn't you ask a day off on account
of toothache?

Can't serve guest but can study.

Going to be a teacher?

Pardon me please.

You're a new comer and already
pretending illness only after 2 weeks.

A good customer?

Why come to this place?

Have you no cigarettes?

Aren't you hungry?

Poor stupid boy!

What do you like? Chinese fried rice?

Anything will do.

Who is he?

Her husband maybe.

What sort of man?

Fried rice.

All right!

And one beer.

Who's he? He's handsome
but looks tired.

Why do you grin? I'll hit you.

When will you come back?

I left the house

when you told me to go away.

That's your last bottle.

Let's go home together tonight.

No, not tonight.

Then tomorrow.

Well.

Good afternoon!

Oh! Welcome.

Have you written yet?

Yes. I've sent it yesterday.

Full of confidence.

Not at all!

I've finished and went to Yasuko...

She was out.
Will you take this to her?

Yes, I will.

Tonight, I'm going to Hokkaido
with him.

With Shirasaka?

Yes.
To see his parents.

At last. Congratulation!

He won... he wanted.

He's a good person.

He's not very reliable,
but it may last long.

Oh! Hello!

Congratulations!

Thank you.

Reasonable greetings from you.

He's become a little more kind.

Is it alright about my stories?

Excuse me.

Good luck to you.

Is Miss Hayashi in?

It's very nice of you to call on me.

I got your letter.

The earlier the better I thought.

Please come in.

Nice house!

You couldn't speak ill of me
even a single word, could you?

Can't I call it a splendid house?

Much better than those lodgings.

He's my husband.

How do you do. I'm Yasuoka.

I've known her ever since
she lived in Hongo.

I'm Fukuchi.

Isn't he well?

No. Tuberculosis.

I wrote to you after thinking it over
and over again.

Can't manage the sum you want.

I brought only 20 yen here.

I always make unreasonable
demands on you.

Oh, no! I was rather pleased you
remembered me.

Thank you very much.

It's a great help.

Fumiko, what's that?

For your medicine.

Well, I see.

Please thank him.

He's been so good.

Don't be so formal.

Ah! What are you doing!

So I hit her.

I don't want to sell
my wife's chastity.

Who else lend us money?
I've borrowed as much as I can.

I earn no tips, sold nothing.
No other way than asking him.

He loves you, I know.

If to love to be kind
are the same thing.

Get money by using love
for her husband?

She has not the least affection
for me.

We're merely old friends.

I don't like to borrow blindly.

Yet, I have to borrow money.

You know the fact yet you live
on that money.

What?

Stop it!

Stop it!

Stop it! Stop it!

Never come to you again.
You, madman.

I'm sure I can live quite well
without you.

"Come to me if you're lonely"
You said so proudly.

But it was you who came to me
every 2 or 3 weeks.

What! Get away!

I won't be cheated again,
even if you ask me in tears.

Or with a smile or a shout.

I don't care for you any more.
I don't know you!

I don't know you!

Wonderful!

'A wandering Life'
Fumiko Hayashi

Is it really her work?

Day after day she was writing
so seriously.

How much you will get from it?

Well...

Let me see.

Fumiko, you've a guest.
A lady.

It's you! Good afternoon!

Why did you call me here?

Stop! Don't use violence.

Congratulations, Fumiko.

Thank you...

I had no intention of coming here.

But Kyoko asked me
to be a witness.

Witness... You exaggerate.

No, I don't.

I'm sorry I was a little late
bringing your story to Yasuko.

Do you think you can be over
with sorry?

Delivered 10 days
after the deadline.

10 days...

Such much late?

Your story had been chosen
for publication

and we needed no more manuscript.

I thought Kyoko couldn't write...
so I didn't urge her.

She took her work back anyway.

Nobody reads her work.

Lost chance that may never
come again.

When I got her manuscript

I thought what would I do if mine
was inferior to hers.

I had no intention to let it be
delayed purposely.

I left him that night.

I put your story in my parcel
and left the house.

I should have sent it to Yasuko
that night.

Badly wanted to read it through.

I intended to send it
on the following day.

But I got no job at any cafe.

Days passed before I found a place
in a cheap hotel.

So, you kept the story
and the deadlines passed.

I'll give up writing forever!

I never wanted to stop you.
What shall I say...

My fate...

My wandering fate...

has interrupted your chance.

Stop talking you say!

Your don't rely on others for it.

'Help yourself', you want to say...

That'll be enough, Kyoko.

You've stepped your first step.
But remember...

Not everybody would bless you.
This is not especially for you.

For most people...

The higher the mountain,
the stronger the wind.

Stride ahead, step by step.

Let's try our best.

Let's go now Kyoko.

I'm surprised.

Terrible woman.

Mine is better and I've beaten her.

That's true. Don't be beaten.

I won't be

Still working.
Don't you want to sleep?

The noise of my pen
is disturbing you?

If I wanted, I wouldn't hear it.

You'll let me write?

Unbearable to think someone
is working while you sleep.

Our exhibition coming soon.

I'm irritable.

Are you a painter?

Not an independent painter yet.

I'm writing day and night.

Even if my fingers hurt,
I won't stop writing.

It will hurt your eyes
to write in this dark place.

Let me see.

I've some tools. I'll hind it for you.

Is it tiresome?

It's interesting.

It's wrong to say interesting.

You've had bitter experiences.

I never asked anybody
to read my manuscripts.

Nor to have them bound
by another person.

First experience.

Thank you.

Simple job!

Hide me, please.

What's the matter?

Where has she gone?

That whore came in here,
didn't she?

No such girl here.

If you hide her,
you'll be punished, too.

Awake and stand up, everyone!

Get up! get up!

Stand up! I've caught you.

I say stand up!

She's not a street-girl...
was sleeping with me.

Think I don't know what one
look like.

Are you in her gang?

Neither I nor she are prostitutes.

Come with me.

She is not that sort.

Come along with me.

Wait a moment, please.

What?

She's not a whore. She's a writer.

Writer?

Here's her story, just finished.

Her name?

Fumiko Hayashi.

Fumiko Hayashi?

Never heard of it. Come on!

Officer...

Want to come?

Don't worry, Mr. Painter.

Sounds interesting. Good experience!

Keep my story, will you?
Don't forget.

Rising star in the library
A Wandering life - Fumiko Hayashi

A WANDERING LIFE
Coming-out party

Nice? Selling her own tale
of poverty.

And the world welcomes it.

We'll dry up if we take no food
like that.

Was she loved by so many men?

The heroine is always a beauty.

The printer said to be very kind
to her.

No special relations with her.

Nearly closing time?

Neither Date, nor Fukuchi came
after all.

Kyoko didn't come either.

She's decided this morning.

You've come!

Welcome!

Came to offer congratulations
to her.

You'd better not...

I think it's alright. Go on!

My name is Fukuchi - appearing in
'A Wandering Life' by Miss Hayashi.

I am the model of a cruel
and effeminate man.

What shall I say about this book?

To praise or criticize...

depends on the result of her work.

Once we were a couple
but now strangers to each other.

Admit her as a writer,
I myself can be also a writer

even if talentless...

Let me see it as though strangers
to each other.

Fumiko...

Remember Shirasaka's words came
from hatred of your poems?

"Just like stirring a dust-bin,"

"and scattering the contents."

I agreed with him.

But lately...

I read them over again with hatred

and found that scattered contents
of the dust-bin...

are a true beauty, not of false.

Fumiko. 'A Wandering Life'
is a fine work.

But a bit too many tears
to make one weep.

And in some parts,
you draw me as a bad man.

I conclude with a quote from you.

"Anything can't be of any help."

Congratulations for your book.

I praise your talents and efforts.

Congratulations!

Fumiko, you were completely
judged up by Fukuchi.

Can't help it.

Now the stage is open for you.

Do your best!

Win or lose, only by writing.

I will write!

If I won't, people will say that
'A Wandering Life' is my sole work.

'A Wandering Life' is not
all of myself.

Mere 'A wandering Life'
is not all of me.

The year 1951

When did you come?

Been here with no lunch.

She ignores the deadline.

4 pieces for magazines
2 novels for the papers!

Healthy woman!

Whenever I see her picture in the
papers I remember the old days.

I've got old now.
She invited me to live with her.

I came up from the country.
She gave me these funny clothes.

Anniversary service?

No, this is for daily wear.

Although I don't like this style,

I'm not allowed to take it off.

Oh, I see

I'd prefer country wear.

better keep a tabacco-shop
or so, but...

She's probably seen a noble lady
in that style, somewhere.

She wanted to let you wear that...

All through her happy times.

She was wishing and dreaming of it.

I'll wear it if Fumiko is pleased.

This is not for a person of today.

Sorry! I kept you waiting Mr. Yasuoka.

Mother. It looks good on you.

Very noble style.

Like Yozeiin in the '47 Ronin'.

Think it funny?

Don't think so.

Come this way, please.

Men from the publishers and
newspapers are waiting for you.

Serve them tea and cakes
and say you're sorry,

Mother. You may take it off
as it's hot today.

Yes, thank you.

Really, you're very busy.

I refuse they say I consider
myself a real writer.

I heard you became
a company president.

A small printing shop.
To avoid heavy taxes.

You used to help me kindly,

If it was not for you,
I should have died of hunger.

You're really a good-natured man.

Because I loved you.

Strange person you are.

How about your wife?

I didn't marry... Simple life.

Hope not because of me.

Don't be concerned.

After the death of my wife,
I preferred to be single.

Attracted by you a little.

Please be at ease.

Excuse me.

Three men came to see you.

Who?

One from a charity society.

Society to help the poor,
then refuse him.

The poor must work.
No other way for them.

It's the Society
for Handicapped Children.

You may contribute a small sum

Then a man came up from Kagoshima.

He says he's your father cousin.

He asks to let him stay here tonight.

Let him stay at hotel tonight.
Ask him to leave tomorrow.

Give him travel expenses.

Next is a young man
from a literary group.

Asking for monthly help:
as you're in sympathy with the poor.

Call him a fool!

Must work and earn money
for his own magazine.

Do you think I'm cruel.

No.

Please tell me the truth.

One only knowing
the present you...

might call you a cold person.

Nobody knows you've experienced
the pain of starvation.

There are no relatives, no strangers
for a person in this world.

Born alone and to die alone.

Unless he helps himself,
who will help him.

Pardon my preaching to you,
a writer.

You're very pale.

I didn't sleep yesterday.

Nor the day before yesterday.

Take care of yourself.

Thank you.

May I see your garden?

Of course. I'm collecting azaleas.

Really?

Welcome home.

You'll catch cold.
Haven't you slept?

I wanted to...

Take care of yourself.

Yes. I'll sleep now.

It's all right.

Resting always makes it better.

Short is the life of a flower.
Hardship ever hangs upon me.