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- These things
will stop a bullet?

- No.

They will not shoot you
in a public place.

- What a relief.

- These are for knives.

- Great.

- When we sit down with them,

you're gonna order
a black coffee.

- What's this guy's rank?

Speak as little as possible.
Let them do the talking.

Um, okay, did everyone practice
their assignment?

all: Yes.

- Uh, Mrs. Morimoto,
how about you go first?

Hello.
- Hello.

Is this Mr. Adelstein?
- Speaking.

- This is Mrs. Morimoto.
I was won--

- Wondering.

- Wondering if you come
to dinner tonight.

- We would love to.
- Okay.

- Thank you very much.
Okay, that's it for today.

I'll see you guys next week.

Arigato gozaimashita.

- Hai.

- Hey, Jake!

- Oh!
- Hey!

- What's up?
I thought you were going home.

- I am. Just got done packing.

Hey, if this don't work out,

come to Austin and say hi.

- I will.
- All right.

Huh? Oh.

Hai.

Hai.

- Hai.

- You wish to be
a crime reporter in Japan.

Why?

- My father is a coroner,

and he took me to crime scenes,

showed me bodies, murder files.

I found trying to reason
what actually happened

from forensic evidence
fascinating.

- Your written Japanese
is excellent.

- Thank you.

- So how do you explain this?

- I did not pay
close enough attention.

- Even with what you missed,
your score was high.

The Tokyo "Meicho Shimbun"
has 12 million readers a day,

the greatest newspaper
in Japan,

the best newspaper
in the world.

No foreigner
has worked here ever.

- I understand.

- I'm not your friend,

so you're about
a thousand hours too early

in this relationship
to call me Emi.

As your superior
and your senpai,

you will pay me the courtesy
of using Maruyama-san.

Are we clear?

- Yes, totally.

- You think because
you're a foreigner,

the rules are different?

Not in this company
and not with me.

- Huh?

- Kanpai!
all: Kanpai!

- Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh.

- Hey, Jake!

- What?

- Mos-sad.

Everyone here thinks
you're a spy for the Israelis.

Mos-sad.

I'm from Mos-souri.

- Okay, James Bond.

- These guys are all in.

- Super hard-core.

- She's gotta pour drinks
all night?

Yeah, that's fucked up.

How much did you study
for the test?

For the entrance exam,
how much did you study?

- Who studied?
- You had to study?

- Who's that guy?

- Miyamoto.

Prostitution, weapons.

Badass.

They say he loves chickens.

- Chicks.

- Chicks?

- Yeah.

- Not chickens?

- Trust me.

- The dead body by the bridge.

The home address
is in the number one report.

Write it up, 500 characters,
end of day.

- Hai. Hai.

- Hai.

- Hai.

- I'm sorry, I--I don't mean
to get you in trouble.

- I can take care of myself,
thank you.

- I just think--
- You don't get to think.

You will follow the rules

and write what you are told
to write,

like everyone else,
or you will be gone.

- No, I'm not gonna regurgitate

the police report
word for word.

- Regurgitate?
- Yeah, that's not reporting.

- So what did you do?

- Oh, I went
to the stabbed guy's house,

and, uh,
I went through his mail.

- What are you gonna do,
call the mail police?

- Maybe.
- Did you find anything?

- There were bunch of overdue
bills from a loan company.

So the guy was clearly
in debt to this company.

I copied down the logo,
the address.

You recognize this logo?

both: Nope.

- I went to the address,
and there was nothing there.

Like, the loan company
was gone.

- So no story?
- After all.

- Not a complete story
but a beginning of a story,

so I wrote it up,
handed it in...

Got wrung out
for not copying down

word for word a fucking--

Miyamoto-san. Jake.

I'm a crime reporter
for the "Meicho," and, uh--

No, no, I--
can I buy you a drink?

- Why?

- I'm trying to figure out

how reporters work with police,

and maybe you could
show me the ropes.

- Ropes?

- Yeah.

It's a--
- Show you the ropes?

- Yeah.

- Miyamoto-san--
- Uh, I like gaijin

but only with tits.

Oi, oi!

Tell me, do you know
how to pick up gaijin girls?

- Absolutely.

- I have to say,

I find your dress,
uh, extra flattering?

- No, no, no.
Extraordinarily flattering.

- Extraordinarily.

- And it's got to be
sophisticated, smooth.

Just roll it out.

- I have to say,

I find your dress

extraordinarily flattering.

- And this shit works?
- Yes.

Western girls, they like a guy
who's flirtatious, debonair.

Trust me, I know
what I'm talking about.

- Okay.

- That was really great.

You were really good up there.

- Thanks, I try.

- Do you wanna have a drink?

- Sure.

- Yeah.

- Your Japanese is very good.

- Thank you.

- Why are you hanging out
with cops?

- Because I'm a reporter
for the "Meicho."

- No. Really?
- Mm-hmm.

- An American.

Well, what do you report on?

- Uh, I'm on the police beat.

- Hmm.

So stories
about guys like that?

- You never know.

- Really, what do you
report on?

- You know, you never know
who you're gonna talk to,

where you're gonna go,
what you're gonna see.

Every day is different.

- Is this what you wear
to work every day?

- No, I--
the paper's got

these strict regulations
on what you have to wear,

so I wear a suit and tie
and, uh, so...

I'm trying really hard
to get it right,

you know, to fit
into their system, which...

Is mentally tyrannical,

which is not what I expected
from a newspaper, you know?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I know how rigid
corporate life can be.

So why are you doing this?

- Well, I wanna report
on what really happens.

That's it.

That's...

I mean, you know,

maybe someday make
a small piece of history.

- So is it gonna work?

- So far, it seems like

everything I've touched,
I've...

Screwed up.

But giving up and going home
is not an option.

You know what I mean?

- I know exactly what you mean.

- Where are you from?

- Saitama, originally,

but I've been in Tokyo
for the past few years.

- Well, but before that,
where are you from?

- Well, that's a second
bottle question, honey.

See, how this works is,

the more you buy,
the more we talk.

And the better you buy,
the better I talk.

But if there's
no more buying...

- I don't have enough
for a whole nother bottle.

- Well, that's a shame.

See you another time.

Another drink.

- So, Miyamoto-san...

Tell me, how do reporters
and police work, huh?

Here's what you need
to understand.

There's no murder in Japan.

Wait, what?

How is that--

- How is that a--

- Huh?

- Hmm?

- Hi.
This is my friend Tatiana.

- Hi. How are you?

- I have to say,

I find your dress
extraordinarily flattering.

- Thank you.

- What do you mean
there's no murder in Japan?

That doesn't make any sense.

- I forgot, your English
is not so good.

There is no murder in Japan.

- So then what was
that stabbing,

that guy in the street?

- Could be manslaughter.

Could be accidental death.

But the key is, unless you
have to deal with a witness,

it's never a murder.

- Since when
do you need a witness

to tell you a murder
is a murder?

- 'Cause you report it
and we can't solve it,

our clearance rate goes down.

- How does that get me
a story to write?

- Two dead men, two logos.
The same logo.

- You already have
a story to write.

- But there's linkage.
This story is bigger.

The guy who set himself
on fire in Kabukicho.

- We covered that.
It's already in print.

- There's more to that story.

- You do the story
you're assigned.

- Okay.
- No. Is that clear?

And only that story.
Understood?

- Totally. Yes, understood.

- Oi!