Nakagome Kenji. Your treatment has been decided.
You'll be at Prefectural Police Headquarters from tomorrow. You'll be trained at the Kazama Dojo.
[Attempted murder of a police officer on a rooftop in Sakurabe town]
It was raining pretty hard that night.
Many of the restaurants in the building were closed.
We're having a hard time finding witnesses.
Since the incident, he hasn't been seen in the vicinity of his hideout.
We also scoured his past hideouts, but have yet to find anything concrete...
What about security camera footage from the area around the crime scene?
We have checked the security cameras in the area,
but have not been able to track him down
as he might have targeted streets with less cameras.
We will continue to canvass the area.
I apologize.
We couldn't stop Tozaki's crime...
It just happened.
It's not your fault.
Report.
Tozaki Haru has not returned to his hideout since the incident.
We're canvassing the area and trying to determine his escape route.
We're compiling a list of customers and employees
who were in and out of the building at the time of the incident.
This is Toba, a motorcycle delivery driver,
may have seen Tozaki, but we haven't been able to contact him.
A woman was targeted yesterday.
She screamed and survived, so he's still in town.
Instructor!
I've volunteered to be part of the task force.
Let me repay you.
I talked to my daughter, and told her what I did.
I'm working on getting a department set up to support police officers raising children.
Why did you join the team?
Don't you have other things to do?
You're Kamota.
Eh? Who are you...
#9 Vestiges on a bridge
EYEWITNESSES NEEDED On 10 January 2019 at around 2 a.m., a street attack incident, in which a man was stabbed, happened nearby. If you saw something, please come forward.
Hey, hey, hey... You can't go in there.
Excuse me.
Tanimoto.
- Tanimoto. Tanimoto. - What is it?
Can you tell him not to smoke here?
Yes.
Hey! Are you the new trainee of Kazama Dojo?
Don't smoke here. Throw it away.
Hey.
Here comes a pain in the ass.
This place feels familiar.
Don't you think so?
Nakagome Kenji?
Kazama Kimichika.
Ah... hello.
What clues are there to help us identify the victim?
Is this a class?
If you don't like it, go back to the police station.
Hey, you'd better stop that.
It doesn't matter.
I don't care about childish courtesies.
If you want to I.D. him, you need to see his face and fingerprints, right?
Take a look.
Put your hands together first.
Are they burned?
- Then dental records? - The inside of his mouth is burned off, too.
Then we need to check his personal effects, clothes, shoes, tattoos, scars, moles.
Once we know who he is, we can cross-reference his associations, make a list of suspects...
Why was the victim killed here?
There was something on the police signboard.
There was a late night street attack incident three months ago.
That means the killer is on the move again.
It might be related, but it's not a good answer.
Then it could be a robbery.
The tan line on the wrist indicates his watch was taken.
The wallet is still there.
I can't win.
If it was a random street slashing, how'd he do it?
I'm the victim. Make a move.
What, here?
What are you laughing at?
It's a path we all take. Good luck, rookie.
You too, shit detective.
- What did you say? - It's okay...
- Watch out... - You want some!?
Can you or can you not?
Begin.
What's wrong?
If it’s a random street slashing, the killer would just run away.
How do you explain the killer doing all this to hide the victim's identity?
Get up.
Wake up!
What's this?
It's for you.
I don't want this ugly thing.
I've never seen someone sleep here before.
You’re way too relaxed.
Ouch! What are you doing?
You bastard!
Stop it!
I have taken revenge.
Welcome...
I bought some.
- What? - Cream puffs.
Don't they look delicious?
Mr. Kazama.
This guy did it.
Huh?
My stomach hurts.
Being in the same room with him stresses me out.
He enjoys teasing me.
Just for that? Don't be a kid.
Take her to the hospital.
Why should I...?
- What's this? Crocodile tears? - Of course, you idiot.
- Hey, what about the hospital? - I'm not going, idiot.
- Let's go, idiot. - No way I'm going, idiot.
- Thank you for waiting. - Thank you.
It's the stomach, isn't it? If not, then the duodenum.
The duodenum is the first and shortest section of the small intestine, located below the stomach and connected to it.
Perhaps you have a tumor.
Tumor?
There's someone bullying me at my workplace.
- Why don't you talk to the police? - Yes.
Let's do an endoscopy next time, just to be sure.
I'm busy during the day.
I heard they have capsule endoscopes now...
Ah... that.
You know, the kind where you put a camera in a capsule to do the examination.
- Can I use that instead? - Ah... That one...
It's mainly used to examine the small intestine.
It's not suitable for the stomach and duodenum.
I see.
Ah~ what should I have for dinner?
Don't you have a stomach ache?
Ah... Eh? It doesn't hurt.
Maybe it's gone away. Grilled meat... or Sushi is okay too...
Let's go. Oh no, oh no.
- It's okay, let's go. - I don't want to get an injection.
It hurts! Injections hurt... I don't want it!
Hey, are you listening?
- Are you listening? - What is it?
Hey, what's the reason you rebel against everyone and get upset so easily?
Ms. Igami. Ms. Igami Yukiha.
Relax.
The victim's time of death was estimated between 2:00 and 4:00 a.m.
Fingerprints and footprints are undetectable due to rain.
Clothing was mass-produced, so it's impossible to identify the purchaser.
The fuel that burned the victim's face and fingers was lighter fluid.
A man wearing the same clothes as the victim was caught on security camera in front of the station.
Shortly before the estimated time of death.
He's wearing a watch. The killer took it after all.
You notice anything?
Don't be so pompous, just tell me.
Hmmm... he's a strange guy.
Whenever his cigarettes or phone slip out of place, he straightens them out.
What kind of person would have a habit like that?
An instructor of some kind, a police officer.
They enforce strict discipline at school.
If the futon is even slightly out of place, they get in trouble.
Well, even I've become fussy about how to put things.
There are others.
Maybe someone who served time?
I'll check with the prison.
Didn't you notice one more thing?
He's the same as Yukiha, he's having stomach pains.
I'll check nearby hospitals.
What was the reason for the murderer's actions at the time of the murder?
It remains a mystery.
What?
I need your help.
You're gonna have to say something first.
This morning... Hi.
- I'm very.... - You're very what?
sorry...
I can't hear you.
I told you to stop that.
Hey, wait, wait... wait, wait, wait.
You called us here to solve a case, right?
Then let's call a truce. A truce.
So what do you need?
I want to reenact the scene when the murderer stabbed him.
Please.
All right, I'll do it.
Begin.
One more time.
Begin.
Wait.
Isn't it too convenient that the killer had an oil can?
Indeed.
I'm home. Welcome back, Kenji.
Where's Akiko?
Akiko won't cook for me.
Mom, again?
I'll make her listen this time.
Shall we go home?
I'm tired.
Welcome home, Kenji.
This person won't cook for me.
You've already eaten.
Where is my son?
Stop forgetting, I'M your son!
Hey, where is he?
What's wrong?
It's weird. The washing machine's location changed.
What are you talking about?
- Mom, please make some tea. - Yeah, yeah.
I'm tired. I'm going to bed.
Good night.
When I ask her to do something, she forgets what she was doing.
Nakagome, do you have cigarettes?
Oh...
Throw it away.
- Why? - Because I don't like it.
You think this highly of yourself?
Then, would you like to see these two properties in person?
I see. I guess I won't know until I see them.
Yes, sir. As for the schedule of the viewing...
Thank you very much.
Excuse me.
I'm Nakagome from the Prefectural Police Investigation Division.
I'm on break, so please be brief.
Thank you for your time.
This is my instructor.
How should I say it... he's like a repairman that fixes defective products
thrown out by the jurisdiction and returns them back.
The pedestrian bridge murders. You heard about it on the news, right?
Yes.
Where were you last night?
Sleeping at home.
Can you prove it?
Do I have to?
As I recall, the basic premise in the Japanese judiciary is the presumption of innocence.
In a criminal trial, it's the prosecution that proves there was a criminal act.
In other words, you, the police and the prosecutors.
Uhm, just a minute...
A person under suspicion like me doesn't have the burden of proving my own innocence.
In other words, I don't have to prove your alibi. Am I mistaken?
The other party is clad in the armor of law.
- Will you back down? - Heh. No.
You're meeting with a person of interest, but you're not going far enough.
I don't care if it's not public yet, throw some information around and see how she responds.
You're repairing him in front of me?
He is indeed defective.
Why you...
Do not lay a hand on her.
We got an I.D. on the victim this morning.
His name is Kamota Ryo.
He was arrested for a watch store robbery and served time until six months ago.
We got his habits from security cameras,
information from the prison,
and from interviews at the hospital he went to.
Well? I'm sure you know Mr. Kamota.
Well, it's not that I don't know him.
Nakagome. Got a cigarette? Give me one.
What? No, but earlier...
Here you go.
Thank you.
That's a nice patterned lighter. Can I see it?
It's not a big deal.
It's time I get back to work, excuse me.
You like it?
She's black, isn't she? She used an oil lighter.
Why would the killer have a can of oil handy if he wanted it to look like a random assault?
I use an oil lighter, too, but I don't usually carry it around.
It's too convenient that she had it with her.
She ran out of oil before the crime, so she bought some.
There was a woman who bought a can of oil at a nearby convenience store. Her age and appearance match.
Seven years ago,
her boyfriend's watch store was robbed and a large quantity of watches were stolen.
He was badly injured.
Unable to pay the damages and unable to return to work due to his injuries, the boyfriend committed suicide.
Kamota was arrested.
Shinoki Youko must have learned about the law by going to court.
The sentence was 6 years in prison.
However, she was not satisfied.
She has no alibi.
No one saw her near the crime scene.
So what would it take to arrest her?
There’s no way except getting her to confess.
She has to know she's not gonna get away with it.
I'm sorry again. I don't know who you are.
No.
Here's the weekly forecast.
I'd like to draw your attention to the weather for Thursday, the 11th.
A large cloud of rain is approaching the Kyushu area, and heavy rain is expected over a wide area.
Umbrellas and raincoats are...
Hey there, where is my son?
- Not again. - Don't get annoyed.
It's just that the mornings and evenings will be cool and chilly, so be careful of the temperature difference and adjust your attire accordingly.
Detective Seymour, at the end of the journey
She's in bed, but I'm sure she'll be up again soon.
Have you heard back from your brother and sister?
They won't take her back.
They're both having a hard time raising their kids.
I can't be alone with her during the day anymore.
She keeps verbally abusing me...
Then, what should I do?
Institutionalize her.
Throw her out?
Don't say it like that!
It's great that you're an investigator.
You like detective stories and mysteries, don't you?
This place feels familiar.
Don't you think so?
I wonder if he's dreaming. He mumbles now and then.
I picked these from the school flowerbed.
These are the flowers Tono grew.
Mr. Kazama, I felt I owed you an apology.
This happened because I pushed you too hard.
I...
I can't quit being a detective.
Tono is my subordinate.
He had...
a strong will to become a detective.
It is my responsibility.
- Why did you call me to come out here? - I brought a witness this time.
Ms. Shinoki, we're requesting an arrest warrant for Kamota-san's murder.
But they will show sympathy for you,
if you turn yourself in now.
Why do I have to turn myself in?
I didn't do anything.
I'm deeply sorry about your boyfriend, Mr. Makimura.
You don't get the right to show your sympathy.
One day, you saw Mr. Kamota out of prison.
Your desire for revenge must have been intense.
You followed him
and learned that he passed through here on his way to work every day.
Someone was attacked here before, and the culprit was yet to be caught.
You killed him and made it look like a random street assault.
There was one thing that puzzled me.
Despite disguising it as a random assault,
why did you go to all the trouble to hide the victim's identity?
Get to the point quickly.
Maybe Mr. Kamota was wearing your boyfriend's watch.
He must have taken it during the robbery.
You were in a hurry to not let the watch get traced back to you.
You panicked and made an unexpected move,
and burned his face and fingers so that no one would recognize him as Mr. Kamota.
As a result, you got your revenge, but your plan fell apart.
- That's your conclusion? - Yes, it is.
Just because you asked leading questions under the pretense of having a witness, I'll turn myself in?
It can't be helped then... shall I repair you?
Everything you said was just a guess.
In a trial, a defendant is not guilty
unless the prosecutor proves guilt by showing evidence, especially physical evidence.
Put out the cigarette.
Over there?
People are still talking.
- How about you? - Didn't you hear me, put it out!
I'm recording.
In courtrooms, audio recordings are quite useful.
What she says is right.
Audio is a weapon for the defense.
Either way, even if you arrest me, the case won't stick.
- Can I go now? - I'm not done.
I'll come back later.
Do you know what this is?
This is the witness.
My instructor gave me a hint that this place was somewhat familiar.
When I was a kid, mysteries like this used to take place on bridges.
The killer drops a body on a passing train.
The body on the roof was found hundreds of kilometers away,
and the crime scene could not be identified.
Those kinds of mystery novels and movies.
Wasn't Mr. Kamota carrying a bag?
The bag fell off and landed on the roof of the train. It went to Hiroshima and came back here again.
It was found in the yard over there.
And in that bag was this.
Mr. Kamota was undergoing an examination for a suspected intestinal disorder.
The thing strapped to his body.
It's a capsule endoscope sensor.
When you swallow a capsule with a small camera inside,
images of your intestines are transmitted through sensors to this recorder,
which saves you from having to go to the hospital for an examination.
When Mr. Kamota was stabbed, the camera popped out of his intestines.
The camera was flushed down the drain, but it witnessed being crushed.
It witnessed very well.
You may have planned it to avoid legal loopholes,
but unexpected things happen.
That's what a crime scene is like.
Hmm?
You still need repairing.
I didn't burn him because I was worried about the watch being traced back to me.
It was because I hated him for wearing the watch. That's all.
I've been living in the dark ever since I lost him.
You.
You seem to have a darkness too.
I see a darkness much deeper than mine.
I wonder what you lost.
That was easy.
Give me a tougher criminal to beat.
You think so?
I'll take the recorder back to forensics.
From my point of view, if I were to say,
you have one major weakness as a detective.
What do you mean?
Sit down.
You assaulted a suspect in your jurisdiction.
You've been trying to hit people since you got here.
Do you have problems at home that are giving you stress?
- You read up on me. - But that doesn't seem to be the only reason.
When you were a child,
you were involved in a case.
A kidnapping.
- Did you look into that, too? - You were a victim.
- That's unrelated. - Did you have a hard time?
- I don't know. - Remember.
The long time you had to endure it alone.
The smell of it.
The grief you felt from the fear of the kidnapper.
The feelings for your mother.
You still hate the kidnapper, don't you?
You don't know where to channel that anger!
Stop screwing around!
I'm home.