You're looking tan and rested. Hawaii agrees with you.
It was fun! Let's all go together next time!
Yes!
It won't last. Not at this price.
I'll take it.
Where are we going?
Come.
He is here.
Excuse me.
Mr. Adelstein is here.
You're Hitoshi Ishida.
Koichi Tanaka's right hand
and de facto head of the Chihara-kai crime family.
Pardon me.
Excuse me.
I speak Japanese.
Seriously?
You're into Backstreet?
Yes, I'll bring some home.
I promise. I will.
All right... I'm hanging up. Bye.
Kurihira! Shinohara!
Go to the legal bureau and pull the company's address,
CEO's name, anything you can get.
Ooo, mysterious.
Not mysterious.
Sure.
Call me!
Good night.
- See you tomorrow. - Bye.
She was...
so full of life.
We understand she was in quite a lot of debt,
that she had fallen behind in her payments.
So then...
Hyon-suk deserved to die...
because she owed money and couldn't pay?!
No, no...
My colleague meant no disrespect.
We want to find the people who pressured your wife
and hold them accountable.
Are you Korean too?
My grandparents are from Jinhae.
Jinhae...
The cherry blossoms there are famous.
Yes. They are beautiful.
My wife was from Jinhae.
We used to go all the time.
Let us help you.
Those guys...
they came to our home.
In Japanese, if you will.
They...
went to the beauty parlor where she worked.
She was so ashamed...
and afraid.
Wait here a moment.
A collection letter.
It came a week after Hyon-suk killed herself.
Even then...
those bastards wouldn't leave her alone.
Thank you very much.
And we are very sorry for your loss.
Thank you very much.
Your Oyabun, Tozawa...
is spreading a bogus rumor
that Ishida is connected to the police,
in order to divide and destabilize the Chihara-kai.
Ishida won't take it lying down,
and then we'll have a war on our hands.
I can't let that happen.
A rumor like that wouldn't carry much weight
coming from Ishida's enemy.
But if it came from inside the Chihara-kai itself,
that's another story.
Meaning your clever boss has managed to flip someone
in Ishida's camp.
So, who's the mole?
I don't know what you're talking about.
You're free to go.
Hold on.
You release me now, my crew will think I cut a deal.
That's not bad. It would be interesting.
Do you mind? We need the room.
They'll kill me! You know it--
The mole. Who is he?
That gaijin hostess you have a hard-on for?
Duke says she's looking to open up another club.
Go talk to her. Make sure she knows... Everybody pays.
Scare her a little.
Understood.
Hey, fuck her all you want, I don't care.
I see a future for you.
But don't blow it over some piece of ass.
That's the popular one, right?
Yeah, yeah. That's the one.
Is it good?
It's really spacious and nice.
Let's go together next time.
I've gone to the big banks and the other loan companies.
No one else will lend to me.
I'm desperate.
My husband gambles away his paycheck every month.
There's nothing left to pay the bills.
Please.
You've come to the right place.
We don't turn anyone away.
I'll just need you to sign some papers before we get started.
You're so kind.
Get the map.
Map, map, map!
Let's check.
I'm sure it is.
Is this the home of Kyoshi Sonoda?
Would it be possible to speak to him?
To my father?
I'm sorry,
but my father has been unable to see guests for years.
Don't worry, Samantha-san,
I got my revenge.
Meicho Shimbun, City Desk.
Detective Toma, thank you for returning my call.
I was wondering when you might be free.
As the girl said,
I told you about those who are overly nice.
And the girl placed her hands on the window.
She asked, who is white, fluffy, tasty,
and smarter than a wolf?
That is me, she said.
And she closed the window.
The end.
That's it. Let's sleep.
Read some more!
It's time to sleep. Shino, let's go to your bed.
Then do the song!
Frog song, please.
Ah. Right. Okay.
One second.
The frog's song...
We can hear it...
Gwa, gwa, gwa, gwa...
Gero, gero, gero, gero, gwa, gwa, gwa.
I'm coming in!
Didn't I tell you you'd regret it if you fucked with me?
Get out.
Now.
Here's what I don't get, though.
Even if I do manage to get something from my source...
how's your boss supposed to know
the information's any good?
Because if it isn't, we'll come after you.
Thanks.
All right, I'll have some too. Just a little.
I'll be sipping mine.
Once again, to Emi-chan. Kanpai!
To Emi-chan. Kanpai!
How many times are we toasting?
This is the fourth.
You're looking good. You got a boyfriend?
I bet you got a lot of boyfriends.
I was hoping you could take a look at something for me.
This...
- Oh, yeah, I remember her. - She was cute.
If you like that type.
It happened just recently, right?
Yeah.
But when I read the confession--
Wait, I'm confused.
How did you get ahold of the confession?
Hmm. How did I?
Thatta girl.
Got her trained, huh?
How's your daughter, Detective Toma? Sixteen now?
She must be so proud of you.
In the confession, the suspect claims he smashed her head in.
So?
Does she look like her head was smashed in?
She was strangled.
Whoever actually killed her would know that.
Look, this guy confessed. Of his own accord.
Case closed.
Yeah, but--
It's always work with you.
Come on, loosen up.
Let's get another round!
Excuse me!
Come on.
I like how you dance.
Is that so?
Someone has ordered
a bottle of Camus Tradition for 1.2 million yen!
Whichever.
There are so many options.
This one?
- I can't pick. - Oh, come on.
Let's pick this one.
Okay.
What were you watching?
Yuka-chan.
Watch me, and only me.
Could we see each other again sometime?
I would like that.
Thanks.
Here.
Call me anytime.
Burning the midnight oil?
Or avoiding going home?
Chasing a story. It's still out of reach.
Keep after it. I'm confident it won't elude you for long.
Thank you.
I wish my colleagues shared your confidence.
When in doubt, follow your instinct.
No matter what anyone here says. It's worked for me.
Always.
Always?
I hired you, didn't I?
Good night.
Good night to you too.
Welcome, Mr. Sato. Please follow me.
Here's your Peking duck.
America is big.
- I know. - Very Japanese.
Thank you for dinner.
Nice watch.
Vacheron Constantin, right?
You have a good eye... for a gaijin.
You have good taste... for a gangster.
Who do you think you're talking to?
Please relax.
If you ever wanna talk shop...
Whenever.
Reporters here are not always well liked.
Soon you will find out.
Especially if they're good at their job.
So good reporters here have a lot of enemies?
A man without enemies is no man at all.
Give my respects to your oyabun.