that.
So you suddenly
started to itch?
I guess.
So this itch you're feeling...
what do you mean to do about it?
Well, in other words...
I mean, you...
I guess...
tell her...
Isn't Taguchi a better choice?
No, he's a blabbermouth.
I'd like you to do it.
- Me?
Yes, if you wouldn't mind.
I see.
Get me Mr. Taguchi
of Nitto Electric.
You sure he's the best choice?
Don't worry.
Besides, he's already going.
- But everything he touches...
- Falls to pieces?
What's that?
He's gone out?
- He wasn't in.
- I see.
- I'll tell him.
- Please do it soon.
Is the itch that bad?
Well, even at our age,
it's a bit embarrassing.
- Where are you going?
- To the washroom.
Welcome.
Welcome.
- Well?
- Where's Hirayama?
Not here yet.
Did you see her?
How'd it go?
Things have taken
a strange turn.
Whiskey for me too, please.
With water.
I'd like a refill.
What "strange turn"?
It's utterly hopeless.
She has no interest in remarrying.
All she did was talk
about her dead husband.
Did you mention
Ayako and Goto?
I did.
And?
She just said, "Oh, really?"
And smiled.
Really?
Did you talk about Hirayama?
How could I?
She kept raving about Miwa.
Even got a little weepy on me.
- So you didn't mention Hirayama?
- No.
Sorry to keep you waiting.
But Hirayama's serious.
You know,
she'd be wasted on him.
She's so beautiful.
You should have seen her
on the verge of tears.
Really?
Like a delicate flower
battered by a rainstorm.
She peeled an apple for me
with those lovely white hands.
Did you eat it?
Yes. It was delicious.
And she gave me this.
- Why did you really go see her?
- What do you mean?
What about Hirayama?
It's no use.
Let's give up for now.
- But he's in a hurry.
- What am I supposed to do?
Have him use some Mentholatum
on that itch of his.
There's nothing we can do.
In that case,
let's give up for now.
Yes, let's give up.
Welcome.
Here he comes.
I'm a little late.
What'll you have?
Oh, anything.
I see.
Take these too.
Taguchi, did you go see her?
Yes, I went.
- Did you speak to her for me?
- Yes, I did.
How'd it go?
Well...
you shouldn't rush things.
You shouldn't rush things.
Really?
Poor Mr. Hirayama.
Those two are having fun
at his expense.
Our husbands are cads.
Your husband's all right.
Mine asked me the other day,
"Would you remarry if I died?"
I said no.
But he said, "I would."
I asked whom, and he brazenly replied,
"Akiko, of course."
- My husband would too.
- Beauty is an asset.
Yes. I rather envy her.
Suddenly bringing up
remarriage with her...
Of course she can't show interest.
Neither could I in her place.
Neither could I,
even if I was interested.
Right. They were tactless.
- That's right!
- I'm going out, Mother.
- A date, Michiko?
Yes, an evening baseball game.
You two can talk.
- See you later.
- Be careful.
- Kids these days...
- Mine are terrible.
We were better at that age.
Girls' Opera was as crazy as we got.
That's right. Mon Paris
and When Violets Bloom Again.
Now it's all rockabilly
and Elvis Presley.
No wonder girls arrange flowers
in painted tin cans now.
That's right.
- Good afternoon.
- Hello.
We were talking
about Akiko's daughter.
We think Ayako
should marry first.
No need to worry
about getting Akiko married again.
But that was your husband's idea.
Really?
He said it was yours.
No, it was Taguchi's.
- Just whose idea was it?
- Taguchi's.
He said that you said Akiko
looked beautiful when she cried.
He told you that?
What a jerk.
He changed it all around.
I suppose he told you
that I ate the apple.
Yes.
You said it was delicious.
Cut it out!
Well, I'll do as you say
and see to getting Ayako married first.
That's as it should be.
Right?
Right!
I've had enough
of your nagging.
Welcome.
Is there a Mr. Mamiya here?
He's waiting for you.
Ayako, in here.
Come on in.
Sorry I'm late.
- Did you find it all right?
- Yes.