since coming home.
You just think that.
Well, maybe so.
Nishijima, expert dog catcher.
That's true.
Never saw anyone so timid though.
When the bullets started coming,
he dropped his gun and prayed.
Always writing to his wife.
That's true.
After he got killed in battle
know what we found?
He had one of those pictures...you know.
Went to his house when we got back.
His wife talked of him
as being among
the bravest of the brave.
That's how wives are.
Right.
I met her the other day.
Where?
On a Ueno street corner.
She'd already remarried.
All made-up. Seems happy, though.
Hm, not so good.
Well, not for Nishijima.
That's true.
We're lucky we didn't die.
Hey, why so quiet?
Come on, let's get with it.
-Good evening!
-We're home!
Come on in.
Good evening.
Come on in.
The missus? Very sorry.
Barging in so late.
Not at all. You're welcome.
Let's go upstairs.
So you really did
have a reunion.
You thought I was lying?
Now that's a nice wife.
-Well....
-Right?
Let's drink. Just a little more.
Teeny-weeny bit.
I'll go and see.
Yeah, go and see.
Any sakй around?
No sakй.
Beer?
No. You've had enough.
Those two drunkards.
They insisted on coming.
No sakй. Too bad.
Disgusting.
There isn't any.
Any what?
Sakй.
Oh, sakй.
Had enough?
Let me buy some.
The stores are closed.
It's okay.
Excuse me.
Going somewhere?
Sakй store...this way?
They're asleep by now.
You think so?
By now?
It's past 1.
Really?
Think they're sleeping?
Well, well, so they're sleeping.
If you're ever in Kawaguchi
please drop in.
I make pots and kettles, see?
Kintaro trademark, see?
You've seen it?
You haven't?
Hey, what you doing?
I want to give the missus a kettle.
Same old story.
At that last place too.
He told the girls,
he was giving them kettles.
It's publicity.
No. Give them away.
But he's never given me one yet.
It's not nice.
Hey, come on up.
Get some sleep. Bed's ready.
Hey, Kintaro Trademark!
Excuse me. I'm a little drunk.
-Good night.
-Good night.
-Be careful.
-I'm fine.
Do you know
what tomorrow is?
Are you going?
To our son's grave? Sure.
Time to go to sleep.
Go to sleep.
Oh, yeah. Get up.
Enough covers?
Yeah, we're fine.
Good night.
You're not leaving us?
Where you going?
To bed.
Aw, come on. Sleep here.
It's our reunion. Stay here.
I haven't any more bedding.
You don't need any.
Remember that time we slept in a barn?
On the hay?
That's right. It was warm too.
Don't go away. Stay with us.
All right, I will.
I better change.
It's all right this way.
Me too.
Wonderful to be buddies.
Wonderful. And everyone's happy.
All right. Taps.
-Lights out?
-Lights out!
My head aches.
You sure were drunk last night.
How did I get here?
After we walked to the station
you insisted on coming this way.
What about you?
Don't you remember?
At Kamata Station, you pulled me off.
Really? Can't remember a thing.
We drank at some open-air stand.
So we did.
Ate grilled chicken.
We did? Grilled chicken?
I'm sure we did. Didn't we?
Then the two of you saw me home.
We slept here?
I'm sorry....
Me too.
But it was fun.
Dear?
What is it?
A moment?
What is it?
I'll go on ahead.
Going already?
Where should I meet you?
I don't know what time you'll be done.
-What was it?
-Nothing.
You know, we sort of envy you.
Why?
Your being a salaried worker.
Why?
Big company, nice work.
Salary comes in regularly every month.
With two bonuses every year.
Salary goes up and up.
Finally you're a director.
Meaning a man needs an education.
No, indeed. You're better off.
Why?
You got a special skill.
That's valuable.
All I can do is assemble radios.
Television sets too.
That's good.
You specialize in kettles.
I've got nothing.
If I'm fired, then I starve.
You're exaggerating.
Oh, no.
Salaried workers are a dime a dozen.
Only one in a thousand
becomes a director.
Is that how it is?
You're smart. You'll get there.
Never.
If I'm fired, let