Stray Dog

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STRAY DOG:

Produced by

SOJIRO MOTOGI:

Screenplay by

AKIRA KUROSAWA, RYUZO KIKUSHIMA

Cinematography

ASAKAZU NAKAI:

Music by

FUMIO HAYASAKA:

Cast:

TOSHIRO MIFUNE:

TAKASHI SHIMURA:

KEIKO AWAJI, EIKO MIYOSHI

NORIKO SENGOKU, FUMIKO HONMA

Directed by

AKIRA KUROSAWA:

It was an unbearably hot day.

Someone stole your gun?

Yes, I have no excuse.

POLICE HEADQUARTERS

HOMICIDE:

The pistol had been lifted off of

Murakami, a rookie in Homicide.

How many bullets were in the gun?

All seven, sir.

A Colt?

The stolen piece was

a compact Colt revolver,

pinched right after firing practice.

How'd you do?

No good. I was up

all night on a stakeout.

- Missed every shot?

- No, one bull's-eye in a stump.

Get home and rest

those bloodshot eyes.

Actually, everything looks yellow.

- I'm off, then.

- Right, bye.

Murakami was beat.

And then there was

that awful heat.

On the bus, the air was so thick,

he felt woozy.

A wailing infant shook with tears,

and the woman beside him reeked

with the stink of cheap perfume.

Sir, I'll accept any punishment

you give me.

Sir...

Will you cut all that "sir" crap?

This isn't the army.

Yes. Lieutenant, sir,

what am I supposed to do?

Supposed to do? Well, you can't just

stand there while we decide.

I'd check with the pickpocket experts.

Might as well go to the source.

LARCENY:

Well, that was rotten luck.

So, they gonna sack you?

Yes, probably.

You're under...

Lt. Nakajima.

Oh, man. He must've raked you

over the coals.

He looks like he'll rip you apart,

but he's cooler than you'd think.

He's not enough of a stickler

to dump you.

Take a seat.

So I hear you got a look

at the pickpocket's face?

Go over to Evidence, where they got mugs

on everyone with a record.

Give 'em an age range

and tell 'em he's "a rider,"

vehicles are his stock in trade.

What else?

We break 'em down by age, sex, methods,

type of goods - that's about it.

Any luck?

He's not so bad,

your lieutenant. Called me

and asked me to look out for you.

What's the problem?

I don't see him here.

But you know,

pickpockets sometimes

work in pairs,

passing the goods

off to a partner.

Remember any other suspicious

characters on the bus?

Well, there was a middle-aged lady

in a dress next to me.

On which side of you?

This side?

Yes, my right. On the side

where I carry my pistol.

Sounds fishy to me.

We got some famous

light-fingered ladies, too.

Say, show me the women's file.

Boy, do these faces

ever bring back memories.

Say, this train pickpocket

just kicked the bucket.

Is that so?

Hey. This is the one.

You mean her?

It was definitely her.

But you said

she had on a dress.

That's strange. Ogin's always been

known by her kimonos.

And way off her turf.

I'm sure. She had a perm

and stank of perfume.

A perm, Ogin?

Times sure have changed.

Get me her record.

No need. I know her

down to the moles on her back.

But she's always gone after cash.

Why'd she want a piece?

Must've hit the skids.

Where is she?

I know her haunts,

but she'll never confess.

I'll manage.

Manage, huh?

Let me see her.

See her, huh?

The boss must be out flat

in this heat.

After all, he's 78 years old.

Will she come?

Ogin? Oh, yeah, shows up

every day like clockwork.

She's the type that's conscientious

about petty stuff.

She's been a regular here

since the boom years.

What's wrong?

A story on a stolen pistol.

A homicide detective shocked

by a stolen gun?

No, I just wondered

if it might be mine.

Hey, long time no see.

Oh, it's you, Ichikawa-san.

I figured you'd kicked the bucket.

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