Let's begin,
- please. - Please.
We were waiting in the car when we received an order
to take the target of the stakeout into custody once he was spotted.
It's 7:49 p.m.
Tono went to the stairwell with an umbrella.
A man comes out.
- Move back some more! - Understood.
Tono called out and approached.
The man hid in the stairwell and Tono followed him.
When he came back, he was stabbed from behind.
That's about right.
The man came toward me and we fought, around here.
I went to Tono's aid and reported the situation on my cell phone.
It's 7:51.
He attacked me from behind,
and stabbed me in the right eye.
The man ran away.
I called out to Tono.
I, too, lost consciousness until the paramedics arrived.
Where did you recognize this?
When I first confronted him.
It’s been processed in a way that makes it easier to handle.
I know.
Excuse me! Blood type AB's need to go to the hospital!
They say Tono doesn't have enough blood.
Anybody here type AB?
- Yes, I am. - Me too.
Forget about this place. Go to the hospital that Tono's at.
Yes.
Order 10 units of blood for transfusion.
Yes.
Exchange transfusion.
- Forceps. - Exchanged.
- Bleeding site identified. - Aspirate.
Additional transfusion will take another 30 minutes!
Maintain blood pressure with DOA.
Sinus bradycardia.
- Doctor, there's also damage in the spleen. - Hurry and stop the bleeding with monopolar.
Mr. Sakuta!
Ah, yes...
Yes...
Yes!
Mr. Sakuta! Mr. Sakuta!
Mr. Sakuta!
Help me! He says he wants to die!
What? What do you mean?
Anyway, come here.
Hey... what is it? What? What? Wait...
Eh? Hey, hey... wait!
Don't come any closer!
I've done a terrible thing.
- I'm taking responsibility by dying. - Don't be hasty, Mocchi.
Call an ambulance! Hurry up and call them!
- And the police, too! - Yes!
Ah, Cell-cell phone..!
C-cell phone...
Hello? Ah... it's a suicide!
My neighbor hung himself!
What's the address...
Oh no, I need to charge...
I've called the fire department and police!
- Uhm... - I'm trying to take his weight off.
Is he breathing?
I'll remove the rope.
#7 The Fourth and Final Chapter
I'm Kanera Michiko. I've been assigned to the Investigation Department,
to learn how to conduct investigations from the instructor.
I'm Kazama Kimichika.
The deceased is Motoki Ichiro, age 29.
He was a stage actor. Two persons of interest.
A woman who rented the room and a man who lived next door.
The body was already confirmed dead and was not taken to the hospital.
This way.
I heard you contributed to solving the case.
- No... - You didn't contribute?
I just saw through the lies the female suspect told.
This way, please.
Please.
Over there is Kakehi Mayuka, the resident of this room.
What do you think of this?
His face is pale.
It's a standard hanging.
Look more closely.
The mark is too faint for a standard hanging death.
What does that mean?
The rope was around his neck for a short time.
There's more.
This rope...
- What is it? - It's not the nylon type, which you can buy anywhere.
It's a hemp rope. And it looks very old...
May I ask her about it?
No problem.
Ms. Mayuka.
Why don't we go to Mr. Sakuta's room next door?
Excuse me!
- Mr. Sakuta! - Ah, yes.
May I borrow this room?
Oh, go ahead.
Shall we sit down and talk?
He's my instructor. I'm still new.
My name is Kazama.
Then may I ask you some questions?
Ms. Mayuka, did you know the late Mr. Motoki?
We belonged to the same theater company.
He was here for a meeting.
What was the situation when Mr. Motoki tried to commit suicide....
I was in the kitchen making tea when I heard a noise.
When I came back,
I found him trying to hang himself.
- Suddenly? - Yes.
His face looked sad.
Did you see any signs that Mr. Motoki was going to commit suicide?
I wonder.
We don't have a close relationship outside of work.
Why did you call Mr. Sakuta?
He's my neighbor...
Ah, we've talked in the hallway a few times.
Are you a fan of hers?
No, well... well, I was rooting for her.
Then that's understandable.
So, when Mr. Motoki hanged himself, what did you do?
I have already said this earlier...
He came back here and called the fire department and the police.
How long did it take you to get back?
About 5 minutes.
Mr. Sakuta, did you notice anything when you came back?
Mr. Motoki seemed to have grown taller.
Due to the pull of gravity, bodies actually lengthen.
Who removed the rope from his neck?
I did.
She was holding Mr. Motoki in her arms.
- Kanera. - Yes, sir!
We should check if she touched the rope.
Yes, sir.
Uhm, Ms. Mayuka...
I didn't touch it.
What about it?
Excuse me.
Can I use your restroom?
Oh, go ahead.
Kakehi Mayuka.
In the past...
I have seen your play, and I was deeply impressed.
Oh.
I see.
Thank you very much.
Thank you for your hard work.
The detective who was under instruction, he was seriously injured, wasn't he?
Yes.
This honeysuckle that Tono liked so much,
has suddenly lost its vitality.
I wonder
if I can risk my life on the job...
I'm Kanera, coming in.
Excuse me.
The investigation meeting is over.
Regarding Kakehi Mayuka...
we know that she is a leading actress in a theater company.
She's rehearsing for a play about a Shirakaba-style author.
The old hemp rope was for a prop.
What's your theory?
I think it's too early to rule out suicide.
There may or may not be a crime.
- What's your basis? - It's Mayuka.
She's wearing a mask.
Women like that don't show their true feelings easily.
Somehow.
She had a meeting with Mr. Motoki.
At 8:00 in the morning.
And she was wearing a windbreaker the whole time,
even though it's hot indoors.
What do you think could be the reason?
Maybe she didn't want people to see what she was wearing, or her figure.
Either way, she was hiding something.
Besides, when Mr. Motoki was about to die,
Mayuka said, "Don't be hasty, Mocchi."
Mr. Motoki looked at her strangely.
I wonder why he made such a face before he died.
You figure it out.
That was harsh.
What about Motoki?
He's a leech. A leech.
Mr. Sakuda, the neighbor, loaned Mr. Motoki money several times.
And it was Mayuka who returned the money each time.
Mayuka might be that kind of woman.
Women who don't break up with losers.
Either she has a weakness for him, or he's very kind to her.
Women who like to get hurt are surprisingly common.
Somehow or other.
I don't particularly mind cigarettes.
Do you smoke?
- Hey. - Hi.
Come on!
I can't answer the phone when I'm working.
I thought you were working the night shift?
Yeah, there were no customers, so I left.
Oh, I see.
Where are you going?
I'm going out for a drink. I don't want to interrupt your work.
Oh no, I don't have anything on me. I'll just go to the convenience store.
- But it's cold... - It's fine. You can stay.
Then I won't make a sound.
Eh... Eh? You're kidding, right?
Eh... it's disappearing!
It's disappearing...
It's disappearing, it's disappearing, it's disappearing. Everything is disappearing.
Why? What? I took the axe. I auto-saved...
It was an autosave!
That's bad, that's bad. Everything's gone.
I'll have a drink too.
Hey.
Did you hear what I said?
What I asked you to do.
My friend is in trouble.
That's impossible.
You're useless.
- Hey. - Huh?
- What if... - Uh.
What would you do if I died on the job?
I don't want you to!
I'll cry.
Really?
Because I'd have no place to live.
What's that?
I was kidding!
- I'm sorry. - Yeah.
Three, two, one.
Bungy! Woah~..!
- Ms. Yukiha. - Yes?
How do I get into the Drug Task Force's database?
Even with the right password, I get kicked out.
You can't get in, unless you're a lieutenant or above.
Let me know if there's anything you want to check.
I'll go through the Chief and pull up the data.
Fine.
Ah, no, no, uhm...
There's a possibility that the late Mr. Motoki was using drugs.
Ah...here.
- What is this? - Yeah. Well...
- Go ahead. - Thank you very much.
- Please give me a call when you're done. - Okay.
Excuse me~.
This is the script Mr. Motoki used.
The character he was supposed to play is....
Shibasaki Tekkan.
An author from the Taisho era.
Stuck in a creative dilemma, he hanged himself at his mistress's house.
Same situation, huh?
There it is.
Yes, yes.
Another woman in the picture.
I can smell a sordid affair.
Somehow or other.
Ah.
Bingo.
Speaking of which, are you married, instructor?
I don't smell anything like a woman.
I'm going back, but you'll stay.
- What? - If you want to explore the suspicion of drug use.
It would be better to search some more.
Ah... I'm sorry. Thank you.
I'm Kanera of the Prefectural Police's Investigation Department.
What does the police want now?
I'm sorry to hear about the accident.
I've told you repeatedly.
It wasn't an accident.
Did you hear about the death of Mr. Motoki?
From a fellow actor.
I'd like to ask you about Mr. Motoki and Kakehi Mayuka.
Thanks for your hard work. Rehearsals will resume tomorrow at 3pm.
Motoki's name is being replaced
- Oh, hello. - Hello.
- Sound, lighting, okay? - Sound is OK.
- Background, are you ready? - Yes, we're ready.
Act 2, scene 4 is about to begin. Ready....
- What are you doing, Tekkan-sensei?! - Don't come any closer, Akiko.
I cannot live any longer deceiving my wife... and you mean more to me than anyone.
- I beg you... - Don't come any closer!
I've done a terrible thing.
- I'm taking responsibility by dying. - Don't be hasty, Tekkan-sensei.
- Tekkan-sensei! - Please don't do this!
What are you doing here?
Don't tell me you and this adulterer...
It's all my fault! I'll never forget the time I spent with you.
What are you saying?
Me... and you...
Tekkan-sensei~!
Okay, turn on the lights.
I'm...
not here?
What's that!? Get rid of it!
Yes!
One more time.
We're seeing Kakehi Mayuka tomorrow.
Suicide or murder?
Murder disguised as suicide.
But we don't have enough physical evidence to convince her to confess.
We can't get an arrest warrant.
That's right.
But I think I know a motive.
One actor and two leading ladies.
- It was a sordid love story. - Are you certain?
Well... if you could give me a hint.
This is not a classroom.
I'm not going to hold your hand like an instructor would.
So strict.
- It's at the far end. - Thank you very much.
Feel free to look around. Please let me know when you're done.
Please give my regards to Mr. Hiroki.
Yes~.
I'm coming in.
Tono has not regained consciousness yet, but his condition is stable.
15 years of resentment.
He's crazy.
Tozaki Haru, 35 years old.
This is a recent photo. He killed someone with an eyeleteer.
You arrested him and forced him to confess.
He was released three months ago after serving 15 years in prison.
I'm setting up a task force.
I'll gather the people who worked on the case 15 years ago.
You'll be in charge.
My job is an instructor.
It's yours and Tono's case.
You won't listen to me if I give you an order?
Ms. Mayuka!
I asked for today's rehearsal to be delayed.
You know Ms. Tsubaki Asami, don't you?
She was the lead actress in the theater company some time ago.
Of course.
You were only a supporting actress to begin with.
But thanks to her injury, the chance to play the leading role came around.
This is the staircase, isn't it?
The reason Asami fell down the stairs...
was because you pushed her from behind.
I've told you repeatedly. It wasn't an accident.
That's what Asami told the police.
She said you pushed her because you wanted the lead role.
That's ridiculous.
I was somewhere else when she got hurt.
Yeah, you said you were with Mr. Motoki.
That's what Mr. Motoki testified.
That's right,
so what?
Mr. Motoki lied to cover for you, didn't he?
I met with Asami and asked her about it.
Mr. Motoki asked her out and was rejected.
- He had a grudge against her. - That's an interesting story.
I want to hear more.
I want to hear it up close, come up.
Actors are greedy.
Next time, I'd like to play a bad girl.
So?
Mr. Motoki, who covered for you, threatened you next.
He told you to take care of him if you didn't want what you did to be exposed.
He took money from you and played with it.
He stayed in your room.
He got physical with you.
Mr. Motoki was getting in your way.
You have a vivid imagination, don't you?
You like sordid love stories, don't you?
They're not to my taste.
You killed Mr. Motoki by making it look like a suicide.
You set up the neighbor as a witness.
He hanged himself, but it was his own choice.
It's true that it was his will,
but it wasn't what he wanted.
Please.
One, two.
I mean no disrespect to the actor that you are, but please watch as we reenact it.
Please begin.
Hey, hey.
Let's make fun of your neighbor, Mr. Sakuta.
Eh?
Shibasaki Tekkan performing an act of suicide.
It's good practice, and I'll give you my thoughts on the performance later.
- Okay. - I'll go get him.
Help me! He says he wants to die!
What? What do you mean?
Anyway, come here.
Hey wait...
- Hey... wait..! - Don't come any closer!
I've done a terrible thing.
- I'm taking responsibility by dying. - Don't be hasty, Mocchi!
That's what you said.
"Don't be hasty, Tekkan-sensei", is what you should have said.
Mr. Motoki's lines were straight from the script.
You were acting the part, but you called him by his nickname.
Mr. Motoki was surprised. He went back to being himself.
Don't be hasty, Mocchi.
You had no intention of practicing from the beginning.
That's why you didn't call him by the name of his character.
Please continue.
You know this trick, don't you?
- There's a wire tied to him. - That's right.
There's another metal wire behind the rope.
The wire is not attached to the neck.
It's secured to the body by a harness.
In plays and movies, people are hanged from their bodies,
not their necks, for safety reasons.
Even if he were to be disconnected, the rope would not take the weight of the body and break.
So what about it?
Mr. Motoki used this trick back then.
But the rope was replaced with one that couldn't be easily broken.
By someone else's hand.
During the five minutes that Mr. Sakuta was out of the room,
what did you do?
Please continue.
Call an ambulance quickly. And the police too!
Ah, cell phone...
Hello? There's a suicide. My neighbor hanged himself. The address is...
Oh no,... battery.
Call an ambulance! Hurry up and call them!
Ah... Cell-cell phone!
He's gone, Mocchi.
- It's tight! - Alright!
He's seriously going to call them?
- It's okay. - No, no...
By the way, why did you....
After you hung Mr. Motoki,
you took off the harness he was wearing.
You wrapped it around yourself and hid it with a windbreaker.
That's why you didn't take off the windbreaker.
I've called the fire department and police!
- Uhm... - I'm trying to take his weight off.
Do you have proof? Proof that I did that.
After the wires were cut, Motoki was suspended in midair.
Then, due to gravity, his body stretched out more than expected, and his feet almost touched the ground.
His feet almost touched the ground.
You saw that,
and hurriedly pulled up the rope so that his feet would not touch the ground.
The rope marks were thin
because the time the rope was around his neck was short.
He was still alive when you pulled him up.
You must have pulled with great force.
A woman gains strength when she hates a man.
Where's the proof!
Show me the proof!
Your hand held the rope.
There were a lot of hemp fibers on your hands when you held the rope.
That's the proof.
Right after the incident,
we questioned you didn't we?
We should check if she touched the rope.
- Uhm, Ms. Mayuka... - I didn't touch it.
What about it?
The instructor was aware of it.
You become concerned and went to the bathroom to wash your hands.
They were definitely on me.
All those hemp fibers.
I choked him until he stopped breathing!
I washed the fibers off my hands with water.
The evidence was washed away and there's nothing left.
I guess you didn't teach her well enough.
Thank you.
Do you mind if I drop the curtain on this farce?
No.
You forgot one thing.
It's a collection sheet.
If you press it against the palm of your hand,
you can pick up microscopic objects.
It's Locard's exchange principle.
When two objects come into contact with each other, they both leave traces.
After shaking hands with you,
the fibers you left on the instructor's hand,
are preserved on this.
Instructor
It's Locard's exchange principle.
You never saw me on stage, did you?
You're a better actor than I am.
Oh.
Actors are greedy.
Now I want to play the suspect.
Well done.
Thanks to the evidence collected by the instructor.
About the subtleties of men and women...
you're very perceptive.
But there is a lesson in martial arts.
Having a technique you're good at, can also...
be a fatal weakness.
Remember that.
Okay... time to go home.
Ms. Yukiha.
Thank you for today.
You can thank Mr. Tanimoto and Mr. Oyama.
They both practiced all night.
They were terrible at it.
All right...
- Thanks for your hard work. - Thanks for your hard work.
What?
Minoru is in danger. He’s scared.
He says someone's been following him since yesterday.
He says it might be the police.
Do you know anything about it?
You're a detective, right? I can't do anything.
He's my only friend!
If he's my friend, he's your friend too, right?
You're always taking advantage of me all the time. Stop it.
Please!
Sorry to keep you waiting. I'm Umezu from the Drug Task Force.
I'm Kanera of the Investigation Department.
I'd like to ask you to keep this confidential.
On this case we're working on,
A man by the name of Jissouji Minoru has come up.
Our team is conducting an internal investigation on him.
Oh... you're Mr. Kazama's.
Please tell me how the investigation's progressing.
How far along are you?