House of Bamboo Page #2
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- 1955
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I came all the way from the States.
He wrote to come over.
That he had a deal cooking.
Was gonna cut me in.
Well, the news hit me below
the belt, Mrs. Webber.
Leaves me out on a limb.
Who shot him?
I don't know.
The newspaper said
he died without talking.
What about the police?
What'd they tell you?
- They don't know about me.
- Didn't you go to 'em?
No.
I don't get this. Your husband killed,
you don't go to the police?
Why didn't you go to them?
He made me promise never to let anyone
know we were married...
no matter what happened to him.
Why? Was he ashamed?
No. He had his reasons.
He never told me why.
Well, if it was such a big secret,
why did he write me about you?
I don't know.
How did it happen?
Why was he shot?
I don't understand it.
The man I married was gentle, kind.
Oh, for two months it was
a paradise I always dreamed of.
And then the newspaper said
he was in a robbery...
and shot down by his own friend
and left in the street!
Take it easy. You'll be all right.
Take it easy.
I didn't know what to do.
I was afraid to go to the police.
I didn't go back to the theater.
I moved in with my uncle.
There was no one to go to,
no one to turn to.
I was mixed-up, ashamed.
I can't believe he was bad.
I couldn't have married a thief.
I didn't know he was in that deep.
He wrote me he managed a pachinko parlor
in the Asaksa district.
There's nothing wrong with that.
It's a legitimate business.
I didn't figure
he was in that deep.
He must have got fouled up
with the wrong crowd.
You think I should go to the police?
No. What good is it?
You can't help them.
Well...
- I'm afraid.
- Of what?
I'm afraid they will kill me
the way they killed him.
It was smart of him to keep
the marriage a secret.
You got nothing to worry about as long
as nobody knows you're his wife.
Who's the boss?
The fellow in charge of the place.
The head man!
The number one boy.
Ah.
- Ichiban.
- Yeah.
- You're the ichiban?
- Hai. Konnichiwa.
A little.
What's $25 in Japanese money?
Ah, so.
Uh, 9,000 yen, official rate.
I give you 10% more.
Nine thousand yen
is $25 dollars, huh?
Hai.
I come every week,
collect 9,000 yen for protection...
so nobody'll do to you
what I'm doing, okay?
Hai.
Who's the boss?
You know, the boss.
The head man.
You know, the boss.
The number one boy.
Ah, so-so.
Ichiban. Ichiban.
Red. Red.
- You mean the guy with the red coat?
- Hai. Hai.
You the ichiban?
Hai. Konnichiwa.
- Of course. A little.
What's $25 in Japanese money?
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