An Inn at Osaka Page #2

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- Please.

- Thanks.

Mita!

Can you bring me to the office

the card with this month's sales?

"Ancient History."

It's not a socialist book,

is it?

No, it's not.

Mita, you are an educated guy.

Here in Osaka,

don't back the salesmen,

nor have it in for me.

If I had it in for you, this time

I'd be fired instead of relegated.

You were the manager in Tokyo,

but here you are one employee

among others.

- Yes? Mr. Mita, it's for you.

- Who is it? - It's a girl.

Yes?

Oh, it's you, Uwabami.

Tonight isn't convenient for me.

Tell Towara, too.

Is it from your boyfriend?

He says he has quarrelled with

the owner and they have fired him.

- He's lost his job.

- What else does he say?

He tells me to lend him money.

What a pain!

He doesn't know

how much I earn.

I don't suffer because of men.

You have a son.

Mr Mita is an odd guy.

He is always serious.

- Right. His eyes are cold.

- Would he fall for me if I flirted with him?

There are no men

who don't like girls.

You are right.

Mr Mita...

Old-fashioned.

A couple is here.

- Do they want to sleep?

- Yes, they do.

What do they look like?

They dress well.

True. Nowadays people

wear luxurious clothes.

- She wears a good watch.

- I wonder if she brings him from the street.

- Who?

The boy.

No, don't accept them.

That's the inn's policy.

We can't stoop so low.

All right.

Oyone, room two is calling!

Orika, stop agonizing about it.

Why don't you ask

the inkeeper for it?

She will refuse it to me.

Who knows. She also went through

a bad patch. She'll understand.

Do you want any noodles?

I don't feel like them.

How stingy.

Orika, Mr Mita is a real bore.

He's a certified cheque.

I wonder if he likes girls.

It's here!

Good night!

- Excuse me!

- A customer!

Mita!

Where is Mita?

Mita!

Mita!

Where is Mita?

Welcome, Mr Mita's room

is upstairs, number five.

All right.

Thanks.

So I'll go upstairs.

She is a geisha.

She wears a good kimono.

I wonder how much it costs.

Excuse me.

You have a visitor.

Good night.

- What are you doing here so late?

- Why haven't you answered me?

That's not kind,

is it, Tawara?

It's a good room.

You have found a good place.

Can you afford it with your salary?

Sit down.

Now and then I have to buy you a good sake,

so you stop worrying about your mother.

What a quite place.

Miss...

His mother...

...told me:
"My son moves to Osaka.

And that's why...

...I beg you to look after him.

Keep watch so that he

isn't forced to hang himself."

She begged me crying.

Enough.

You have a good mother.

You are her only son,

that's why she is so worried.

- Don't you think so, miss?

- Yes, I do.

Hey...

I've got neighbours.

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