Gate of Flesh Page #3

It's hard these days.

It's "democracy this, democracy that"

every time you turn around.

Over here, Maya dear.

No business for you either?

Nights like this,

I really hate this work.

- Fried noodles. Crisp.

- Coming up.

A woman belongs in the home.

My family was

my father and mother and me.

My father loved my mother,

and my mother loved my father,

and it was a happy home.

My father strayed once,

went off with another woman,

but he came back.

It wasn't because of me.

He couldn't forget my mother.

He couldn't forget her body.

I wonder if you understand that,

Maya dear.

Here's your noodles.

The relationship between

a man and a woman is physical.

Always physical.

You don't yet know the true joys

of the flesh, Maya dear.

Stuff that "Maya dear" sh*t!

Just call me Maya!

Hey, mister,

wanna have a good time?

I do.

You got the money?

Don't worry.

Hurry up and do your business.

It's hot in here.

You're as bad

as the whores at the front.

Look who's talking!

It's you men who are pathetic.

Losing the war!

Oh, yeah?

So you gonna do it or not?

Let's see your money first.

Damn.

So long, babe.

- Where is he?

- He went out the window.

There he is, chief!

He's getting away!

Machiko's been acting strange.

Doesn't come home much.

When she does,

she can't seem to sit still.

Right. Something's up with her.

Don't you think so, Maya?

She said she really hates this work.

If she hates it so much,

she should quit.

A whore shouldn't

try to play housewife.

She got sweet on a man whose wife

stayed in the country after the war.

We've got company.

Could someone go buy me

some liquor?

You're hurt.

Just a scrape. If the MPs come,

get rid of them, will you?

They won't come here.

Maya, go get the liquor.

We meet again.

Are you the one

who stabbed the GI in the market?

He had it coming.

Still haven't found him?

Maya.

- Does it hurt?

- Not a bit.

Twenty days

and it'll heal on its own.

That's how our bodies are built.

Count yourself lucky.

The downpour washed away

your bloody trail.

The market was crawling with police.

You can stay here until it heals.

Right, Sen?

What's your name?

Shintaro Ibuki,

former lance corporal.

So you're a returnee.

I feel like I'm in a field hospital.

What's your racket? S.T.?

Gotta be the X word.

B.T. Is more his speed.

What the hell are

S.T., X and B.T.?

Don't you know anything?

S.T. Is a sneak thief,

the X word is extortion,

and B.T. Is bicycle theft.

Idiots!

What good is it

using such obvious codes?

You think you're special or something?

Give me a break!

I do whatever I have to

to survive.

I bet you're a hold-up man.

Anything less

and you're beneath contempt.

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