‐ Where are the rest?
‐ There was no one else, sir. He was the only one who survived.
‐ There were two dozen elite soldiers on that mountain!
This wounded lump of shit is all that's left?
‐ Mon‐key!
‐ What the hell does that mean?
I don't know. He's been saying it since we found him.
‐ We think that's who attacked him. A monkey.
‐ Monkeys don't shoot guns!
Monkeys don't even use tools!
‐ Actually, sir, I saw a documentary‐‐
‐ Shut up! Monkey is a codename, you idiot!
Find this Monkey.
And when you do,
I want him erased from the face of the goddamn Earth!
‐ Yes, sir!
I know, it's weird, right?
So I'm heading towards this light, and I'm psyched for my life
to flash before my eyes because,
well, there's a lot of baller shit in there that I'd love to see, you know.
Especially the adult content. And some of the bloopers, if I'm being honest.
But I didn't see any of that. Nothing. No.
All I saw was you.
Which is ironic because, well, I just met you
and I'm pretty sure you hate my guts.
But hey, man, we are linked. You know?
Linked, but in two different realms.
You know what? I'm like Swayze and you're Demi Moore.
Hello. Ghost?
Okay, not a big rom‐com guy, all right.
Oh, oh, I know, I'm Slimer, and you're Venkman.
Nothing, huh? Seriously? Wow.
Uh, I'm Beetlejuice and you're Winona Ryder?
Uh, I'm the rotting chick in the bathtub and you're Jack Nicholson!
I mean, beats me, man, you know,
some ghosts haunt a place. Some haunt people.
Maybe I'm just forced to haunt a dumb animal.
I'm just trying to wrap my head around what the heck's going on with me.
Like, is this Purgatory?
Sitting on top of a train with a monkey that yells at you the whole time?
That's what I'm trying to tell you: I can't.
See? This is what I'm talking about.
It's like a ghost‐leash.
Regarding you and me, though, I know I could be very helpful to you.
You know, I know where all the bodies are buried,
and you, well, um, I mean, you can learn, right?
Okay, so what's your plan?
You just gonna kill everyone you meet?
Okay!
Yeah, no, suit yourself.
Oh, dude, you are gonna love Tokyo.
Ho ho ho. Hey, I told you you'd love it here!
Come on, follow me.
If you're into scummy dark places, I got the perfect spot for you.
No! No, no. Wait, Hiroshi!
Hiroshi...
Clock in over there if you want to get paid.
That's the vending machine. Never works.
And here is the famous Lieutenant Ito.
The pride of the department.
‐ Hmm. Lieutenant,
I'd like to introduce you to your new partner,
Haruka. ‐ Hi. Hello.
She comes very highly recommended.
I trust you'll make her feel right at home.
‐ I'm off duty.
Unless you want to watch me eat.
‐ Oh.
‐ Good luck.
I am very honored to be working with you, Ito‐san.
‐ You talk funny,
where are you from? ‐ Oh, Hokkaido.
Actually from an island called Rishiri.
‐ Never heard of it. ‐ Not a lot of people know about it.
You can see Russia from our police station.
I was the number one police officer in my island.
‐ How many officers in total?
‐ Two. Including me. ‐ Hmm.
Orimasta. I'll take a double brandy and a fish cake.
‐ Just water. ‐ Okay, confession time.
What did they tell you about me?
‐ That you're a 20‐year veteran of the force
and that I should listen and learn from you.
‐ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, and then there was a "but."
What came after the "but"?
‐ You could have made captain,
but you took a bribe and it damaged your career.
That you don't follow protocol
and... that you may have a slight drinking problem.
‐ Yep, that's pretty accurate.
‐ And you're obsessed with trying to find your partner's killer.
‐ There's no try.
I am going to find the person responsible.
And when I do, I promise you,
I'm not going to arrest them.
‐ What? You want me to arrest them?
‐ No, I'm going to kill them.
‐ Oh.
Got it.
Okay, so this lady was my only real point of contact.
I say we just play it old school, you know.
Walk in there, hold a gun to her face, demand the info.
And remember, the whole goal is maximum intimidation,
so act like you're a little nuts.
Which, you know, shouldn't be a problem for you.
Of course it's safe. No, she's an old‐ass lady.
Hey, dude.
They're already sashimi. Let's go.
Ah. Maybe it's her night off.
Or maybe she's dead.
This lady had, like, full‐blown Tuberculosis the last time I saw her.
Just coughing every‐‐ Oh, my God.
Will you look at this?
She's running, like, 15 different Keno games at once.
This chick's like the Bobby Fischer of Keno.
And evidently supplies half the guns in Japan.
Oh, shit.
Goddammit!
‐ Hey, there he is!
Okay, clearly I misjudged this chick.
Okay, look, I understand you're having a very hard time right now.
Can you, uh, maybe work on some hand signals, you know.
Like sign language? 'Cause the screeching here is super annoying.
Okay, dude, there's a piece of metal, like a hook or something for another belt.
If you reach under it, you might be able to bend it.
Will you look at that! Opposable thumbs for the win!
Woo! There you go! Jane Goodall would have shit her khakis if she saw that!
Whoo‐hoo!
‐ Oh, you're dead now, rat!
Run!
‐ Here, monkey, monkey, monkey.
You want to play a little hide and seek?
‐ Keep going, buddy! Keep going! You got it. Don't look back!
Holy shit! This lady is mean!
‐ There's nowhere to run, little monkey.
‐ I'm gonna set a pick on her ass! Keep going, I got ya!
Oh, that's right, I'm a ghost.
‐ I don't need two arms to kill you!
Oh, my God, she's just gonna play through it.
This woman's nuts!
‐ You're gonna die!
Hey, hey!
Wow! You dickhead!
No!
Help me!
‐ All right, lady, who do you work for?
Who do you work for? Oh, shit. She can't hear me.
Hey! Ask her who she works for!
‐ Pull the plug!
‐ Do you really not know any sign language?
‐ You cock‐sucker!
Ewwww‐whew‐hew‐hew.
Okay. Okay. Good effort.
All right, so which half do you want to interrogate?
Hey! Hey!
Aren't you forgetting something?
It's money. You know, cash. Moolah. Ducats.
How do I explain this?
Okay, look, you know how sometimes another monkey has something you want,
like, I don't know, a banana or a bunch of cocaine?
Well, this is how you get them to give you that.
Ugh, will you stop beating yourself up.
I mean, you heard that lady's cough. She was going to die anyway.
She probably had, like, an hour to live. Tops.
No, no, it's not blood money.
I mean, yes. No, it's literally splattered with blood,
yeah, but you earned it, you know.
And now we can use it to find some place out of the way.
Someplace like, um‐‐
Yeah. Du‐du‐du‐du‐du. Hmm.
This one has free wi‐fi.
‐ Huh?
‐ Well, okay. Oh, here we go.
Oh, yup. Yup.
This is a goddamn nightmare.
Hey, can I get a little help here?
Lame. Why don't you see what else is on.
Oh. Great.
Hey, this means "thanks a lot."
First sign‐language lesson for you.
Hey, I'd be careful using that hot tub if I were you,
or the next person you'll have to hunt down is a dermatologist.
‐ Everyone is just devastated by Ken's untimely passing,
most of all me.
I was looking forward to beating him at the polls.
This just feels like such a letdown.
‐ I'm sure.
‐ So I'm here to graciously say that I'm going to stop running ads,
cancel my rallies.
You know, out of respect for Ken's memory.
Since it's pretty obvious... I've won.
Better luck next time.
‐ What a scumbag!
He wasn't here to give his condolences, he was here to gloat!
Like the pig he is. ‐ Akiko, not now.
‐ And look at us! What a bunch of wimps.
Why did we give up?
We were only a few points behind and gaining before‐‐
‐ Before what? Ken got shot?
Before our candidate got killed?
I've got news for you:
you can't have a campaign without a candidate.
‐ We do have a candidate. You!
‐ What are you talking about?
‐ You know Ken's whole strategy.
You've been helping him get elected his entire career.
‐ I'm a total unknown.
It's less than six weeks before the election,
and I'm not Ken.
I can't speak like him.
‐ Yes, you can. I could help you.
There would be so much good will.
The people are crying out for someone to pick up the baton.
It's waiting for you, uncle.
It's what Ken would have wanted.
‐ Buddy, you up? Buddy?
Hey!
Oh, what a nightmare. Apparently, I don't sleep.
You know. Like, at all.
Just thinking about shit, you know. Waiting for you to get up.
By the way, I don't know if you've been told this before,
but you talk in your sleep.
Uh, screech. It's loud as shit, too.
Scary. Hey, look, I don't mind being alone with my thoughts, but only, like,
for that couple of minutes on a plane where you have to put your phone away.
A whole night of that stuff. No, thanks.
Dude, where you going?
‐ Back in my day, a crime scene just meant a shooting.
Huh. Strange.
She chased whoever killed her high up into that machine.
‐ Must've been an excellent climber. And small.
Maybe a circus person?
‐ Go and get the serial numbers off those guns.
I bet you'll find they have something to do with the Takahara assassination.
‐ Man, I don't think I've been sober this long for, like, 20 years.
This is a terrible idea, by the way.
Only a complete idiot goes back to the scene of the‐‐
Oh, my God, who is this?
Why is a General stopping by to check out‐‐ Holy shit! 128th!
Those are the dickheads that met me at the airport.
This must be the asshole who ordered them to kill me.
Right. Right‐right‐right. Sorry.
And your whole monkey tribe. Or village.
Or pod. Or whatever, you know‐‐
Woo! Yes, sir! Brycie's still got it, baby!
See, this is why you always return to the scene of a crime.
Come on, come on, come on, let's go, you're losing him!
Hey, pal,
I'm working just as hard as you are, okay.
Woo!
‐ Off, monkey!
‐ Oh. Wait, hold up. Uh‐uh. Time out.
No, no, no, no, no.
No way. Nope. I've never been to the funeral of someone I've killed,
and I'm not about to start now.
It's like getting brunch with a one‐night stand.
Your time together is over. I don't need to eat French Toast with you.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Wait a minute! Stop! Halt!
Jesus, if you're so hell‐bent on going in,
at least use the back door like a professional.
I gotta say, being dead sucks.
But some shit? Lot easier than when I was alive.
Like this stuff.
Whoa‐ho‐ho! You look like you're rocking a butt‐hawk, dude.
Not a good look. We gotta get you a disguise.
I can literally see your sphincter clenching with effort right now.
Okay, buddy, eyes on the prize.
This here is a real hornet's nest,
so the quicker we can get in and get out, the better.
What‐‐ Oh! Or that...
‐ Pay up, bitches! ‐ Dammit!
MRS. TAKAHARA: Because a coward took my husband from us.
A coward with a gun.
Small minded and weak.
Who felt that the only way he could matter in this world
was to take someone who did matter from all of us.
‐ Yeesh, that's a little harsh.
‐ The world won't remember this small inconsequential man,
but they will remember my husband.
‐ Monkey!
Monkey, you're my friend!
No, you're mine!
I was promised money.
I was promised I'd be a hero!
But now I lost two squads of men.
I've got no money. And people are dying everywhere!
Please. I know this is highly inappropriate
for me to be speaking with you.
I understand none of us are supposed to know who was involved.
But I'm facing real pressure to explain
what happened up there.
It's a very fluid situation.
But it's being contained.
The hell does that mean?
Just tell me, am I next?
Are you cleaning house?
Am I getting thrown under the goddamn bus?
I'm sorry. You must have me confused with someone else.
‐ Wait a minute, why am I hiding? I'm invisible.
What? What the hell? What? No.
No, no, no. No! No!
Shit!
Argh! Dammit!
‐ Hey!
No, monkey. No!
‐ There you are. Where‐‐ Holy shit.
Wow, I never thought a six‐inch inseam would turn me on.
Seriously, you look like a badass.
I mean, you could use a good tailor though.
And you're missing the tie.
Dude, you have to wear the tie.
The suit's too formal. It just looks sloppy without it.
Oh, oh, oh, I get it.
You don't know how to tie a tie, do you?
Don't worry, I'll teach you.
‐ Cool!
‐ Ken would have hated this.
Because for Ken, it wasn't about him.
It was about the cause.
It was about the fight for justice
and equality.
About rooting out the corruption
that is a cancer of our country.
This was the great unfinished business of his life.
And it's up to us to finish it.
‐ Come on, we have to move together. Follow the weird Bonsai shoes.
No, dumbass, if I could see his face, I wouldn't need you.
...you and I.
Let us pick up the baton
that lies in the mud,
bloodied and forgotten.
Let us carry it on.
To finish the race he started,
and to win.
‐ Bravo.
‐ That wasn't a eulogy,
that was a goddamn campaign speech.
Out of my way!
‐ Someone tore the faces off the Yakuza men!
Everybody out!
‐ What part of sneaking in undetected do you not understand?
‐ You little punks. Always stirring shit!
This is war! ‐ Pff. Shut up and die.
See? See? This is what happens
when you don't stick to the plan!
You gotta listen more, man!
Now where you going? Dude!
‐ We can't stay here.
Goddammit!
Oh, shit.
Wait.
What the hell?
‐ Hey, bud. Sorry to barge in on your little moment here,
but, uh, the General!
‐ Monkey?
‐ No! Monkey, no!
No! No! Oh, you are the worst, bud! You know that?
You are literally killing everyone we're supposed to get info from!
Well, just grab his wallet then.
Grab the wallet please, for the love‐‐ Thank you.
Now how the hell are we supposed to get out of this shit show?
‐ You know there's going to be a lot more violence.
Are you ready for it?
‐ Does that mean you're running? ‐ No...
we're running.
‐ Woo‐hoo‐hoo‐hoo‐hoo! Yeah!
Aw, dude, look at you! "Cape Fear"ing it.
That's so awesome!
Downside is, you're gonna have to pull a lot of gravel outta your butt‐crack.
‐ Guard this house 24 hours a day!
You understand? ‐ Yes, sir!
‐ Oh!
‐ Wow, who is this?
It's funny,
I had a crush on my second grade teacher Mrs. Schwartz.
Then one day I realized I was in the second grade,
and I literally didn't have a chance in hell.
Hey, a little sign‐language there.
Looks like we're starting to make progress, huh?
‐ Hmm. Huh.
Hmm.
Ito‐san. ‐ Hmm.
‐ I don't mean to be disrespectful,
but when I came to the city, I vowed not to change who I am.
I cannot stand by and watch my partner steal drugs or money or‐‐
‐ Sit.