The Lower Depths

FROM THE 1958 CULTURAL FESTIVAL

THE LOWER DEPTHS

Produced by

AKIRA KUROSAWA:

Screenplay by

HIDEO OGUNI and AKIRA KUROSAWA

Based on Maxim Gorky's

Lower Depths

Photographed by KAZUO YAMASAKI

Art Direction by YOSHIRO MURAKI

Sound by FUMIO YANOGUCHI

Lighting by SHIGERU MORI

Music by

MASARU SATO:

STARRING:

TOSHIRO MIFUNE:

ISUZU YAMADA:

KYOKO KAGAWA:

GANJIRO NAKAMURA

MINORU CHIAKI:

KAMATARI FUJIWARA

AKEMI NEGISHI:

KOJI MITSUI:

EIJIRO TONO:

EIKO MIYOSHI:

BOKUZEN HIDARI:

Directed by

AKIRA KUROSAWA:

It's just an old rubbish heap.

Yeah, and so?

Like I said, I've had it

with the housewife business.

What are you moaning about?

It's ridiculous.

Even if his family was stinking rich,

I'd never...

You're a liar.

- What?

- I said you're a liar.

Aren't you getting hitched

to Deputy Shimazo?

That's all you live for.

Damn it! Quit poking me!

There you were,

daydreaming again,

so I just woke you up.

Leave me be.

I'm not bothering you.

There you go again.

Cut it out.

Lay off the stupid dreams.

You're just a two-bit,

slam-bam whore.

Stop imagining

you're some kind of virgin.

All women are liars.

They even lie to themselves.

Shut up! Look who's talking!

Your wife's out of service,

so you're sniffing

all the bottoms like a dog.

What the hell!

On the money, huh!

- B*tch!

- Darling.

Another day of fighting, is it?

Please don't shout.

There you go, whimpering again.

Day in and day out.

Can't you at least let me

die in peace?

Our racket's not gonna interfere.

Why do you put up

with this scoundrel?

Leave me alone.

Just leave me alone.

I mean it. You were too forgiving

for your own good.

Does that feel a little better?

Hey, Otaki, time to go

or we'll lose our spot.

Want some candy?

You're sweet,

but don't waste it on me.

Oh, go ahead.

Candy soothes your throat.

Sorry. It's our merchandise.

I'll leave it here.

Hey, Your Excellency.

You scoundrel!

Who socked me last night?

What does it matter?

Oh, it matters, all right.

Who was it?

You cheat at gambling,

you get it in the face, all right.

Oh, I remember.

Damn it! Ouch!

Just you wait.

You really will go to hell.

Don't be ridiculous.

How can you go to hell

if you're already there?

What the...

Get down from there

and start scrubbing.

It's my lord's turn today.

Hey! My lord!

Who's got the time?

I'm hitting the road with Otaki.

I don't give a rat's ass.

It's your damned turn to clean up.

I refuse to do anybody else's work.

If you won't,

the princess has volunteered.

Of all the nerve!

Off we go, Your Excellency.

Feels awful heavy today.

One helluva lord, he is.

Hey!

My turn again.

Honey.

What?

I'm all set.

You help yourself.

Aren't you going to eat?

There's no point.

But you've got to work.

Don't brood like that.

It's not like you're...

I've had it.

Won't be long now.

Help yourself.

I swear it's true.

I can't risk breathing dust.

Doc's orders.

"Your bitol organs are

poisoned with alcohol."

You mean "vital organs."

That's right, my bitol organs.

It's definitely gone to your tongue.

Another six months

and you'll have full-blown palsy.

Don't be ridiculous.

I'm serious here.

It's just that my bitol organs

have alcohol poisoning.

It's just... that, huh?

That's right.

In other words, I can't clean

because I'll breathe dust.

They say, "A little sake

may longevity assure,

but taken to excess..."

What the hell is that?

A little ditty. I know more.

"The sycophant flatters

with forked tongue."

What the hell was that?

Don't know. Forgot.

Then why spout 'em?

You got a point.

All to say,

I'm sick and tired of clichs.

Day in, day out, every last idiot

spouting the same old crap.

So I prefer these silly ditties.

We got lots of those

in the theatre, too.

Um... let's see.

Isn't it time you got started?

Cut the racket.

I'm considering my options here.

I just can't call it up.

I can't remember a thing.

And I did my share of studying.

Who needs learning?

It's your natural gifts that matter.

An actor I know

is a dimwit who can't count higher

than the fingers on his hands.

But once he gets on stage,

the audience goes so wild,

you'd think the house

would split in two.

Hey, gimme five pennies.

I've only got two.

What you're born with

is what matters most.

Gimme five pennies.

If you do, I'll consider

your "naturally gifted actor"

a star-billing, tip-top, top-notch,

sterling-silver actor.

Hey, gimme five pennies.

Eat sh*t!

Stop barking.

I'm more than aware of your poverty.

Oh, honey, I can't breathe.

I can't bear it...

What do you want me to do?

Open the door for her.

Can't oblige.

Unlike you,

I'm freezing here on the floor.

I'm not the one

who wants the door open.

One "yes" leads to a thousand.

Oh, my bones.

Time to go pick up some boards.

Hey, the landlord and his wife sure are

making themselves scarce today.

Be grateful if they've both croaked.

How are you?

Not feeling so great?

I can't... breathe.

What do you say I take you outside?

It's just about time

for the sun to hit that vacant lot.

Come on. Get up.

Get ahold of yourself.

You okay there?

I'm sick, too.

My bitol organs are...

My bitol organs are poisoned.

You make quite a pair.

Off to a double suicide?

Stop blocking the runway.

You're ruining our dramatic exit.

Scraping away as usual, huh?

What?

Just admiring

the sweat of your brow.

Seen my old lady anywhere?

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