Stray Dog Page #5

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into grabbing Honda.

He'll turn up today.

No baseball fan would miss this game.

Thank you for your patience.

The Giants vs. The Hawks.

And the lineup is...

How many people we got here?

- 50,000 they say.

- One of 50,000, huh?

How 'bout some ice pops?

Sweet popsicles.

Popsicles here.

We'll take two.

Twenty yen, please.

Play ball!

Popsicles.

Anyone want a popsicle?

Gimme a popsicle.

Hey, hey.

Sorry, I'm all out.

Then why push 'em?

- Now, the hard part.

- I'll get him.

Don't you see anything but Honda?

We can't put this crowd at risk.

We have to assume he's armed.

And a bullet's nothing like a foul ball.

Got to get him away from the crowd.

But how?

We mull it over.

We've got five innings to go.

Kawakami's coming up to bat.

Time for the seventh-inning stretch.

Only three innings to go.

Right.

We have a lost child to report.

Calling the father

of Hiroshi Yamamoto.

Your son climbed onto the roof

of the announcer's booth.

Please retrieve him immediately.

Let's give that a try.

Call Honda over the PA system.

I get it.

Honda-san of Ueno.

Honda-san of Ueno.

Please come

to the main gate immediately.

Your party will meet you there.

Maybe it's pointless.

Let's try again.

Right, this time

use his real name.

Tachibana-san of Ueno.

Tachibana-san of Ueno.

Please meet your party

at the main gate now.

Put 'em up!

RICE RATION CARD

SHINJIRO YUSA:

We're lucky

Honda hadn't torn this to pieces.

He couldn't stand someone

having stolen his Colt.

He was planning his revenge.

Once a thief, always a thief.

Good work. Now we'll go after Yusa

with everything we've got.

We'll track him step by step.

Who knows how long it'll take.

A little rain would sure help.

This heat dulls your instincts.

I'm putting Sato-san

and Murakami on this investigation.

So Shinjiro Yusa is

your younger brother?

Yes. Has he done something?

He hasn't been home

for a week now.

Oh, it's no big deal, really.

Ever since he got home from the war,

he's like a stranger.

The poor boy.

His knapsack and everything he owned

was stolen from him on the train ride home.

He turned bitter.

You're just indulging him.

I can't be as hard on him

as you are.

He's always blaming

the world, the war.

Like he's carrying all Japan's problems,

but he never lifts a finger.

I blame those horrible friends of his.

Friends?

There's a yakuza

who comes by sometimes.

You know the Regent cut?

That's how he wears his hair.

It's all his fault.

- What's his name?

He always calls him "Sei-san."

They were in the army together.

Do you know where he lives?

I wonder.

May we look at

your brother's things?

There's almost nothing to speak of.

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