All language subtitles for Bishoku.Tantei.Akechi.Gorou.EP02.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-MagicStar.Eng

I see. Let's organise
the information again.

This one is done.

The private detective
is Goro Akechi.

He wears a weird haircut,
a weird suit,

and a bolo tie nowadays
for some reason.

Looks are bottom of the top class,
a gourmet detective.

- Not bad.
- And surprise!

He's the son

of Ogiya Department Store's
president.

And he never pays the tab
for my bentos either.

You visited the private detective's
office by chance

and got him involved
in an infidelity investigation.

Yeah.

There's a different aroma
on my husband's clothes every day.

He finished the investigation
very soon...

In the residential area
in Koyama, Shinagawa City,

a man's throat was cut,
which was reported to the police.

Where are you driving to today?

Go on a date with me.

So Mr Akechi and I went to meet
the client, a housewife,

at an auberge in Hayama.

I couldn't forgive him.

At a place I didn't know,

he was having
some wonderful homemade lunch,

so I used the knife
to cut his throat.

But she...

died.

And the next case is this.

- Double murder of a couple...
- Double murder of a couple....

- at Teito Hotel.
- at Teito Hotel.

- One more cup, please!
- I'll have the same!

A young couple was murdered
in a room at Teito Hotel.

They were poisoned and killed
by cyanide.

It's likely that

the room service breakfast
they ordered was poisoned.

The problem is the menu.

French toast, assorted fruits,
and tea, right?

I had tried Teito Hotel's breakfast.

She's rich too?

What else is suspicious?

That reminds me,

the look on Mr Akechi's face
changed for a moment.

Tell me in more detail.

Mr Akechi used his "rich man" power

to make the manager
show him the list of guests.

"Mary Magdalene."

Did you find someone suspicious?

- You served this female guest?
- Yes.

She had a foreign name,

but she was probably a Japanese lady
in her 30s.

Her haircut? Body shape? Tell me
all characteristics you remember.

She was plain, if I must say.
That's all I remember.

Is she related to this case?

- Manager.
- Yes.

- Deliver me the breakfast at once.
- Yes, sir.

I'd also like to ask you a favour.

Yes?

Why am I doing this?

- I've come to the kitchen.
- Good.

Continue to sneak into it

to see who can add the poison
and when.

Roger.

All right, fine.

He's a slave driver.

- Did you say something? Roger.
- Talking to myself. Roger.

Okay, next. What? French toast?

Hey, it's afternoon now.
That's part of the breakfast menu.

- Yeah, he's a VIP guest.
- Blimey.

Rich people
arrogantly boss us around.

Put yourselves in our shoes.

Right? He's such a pain in the neck!

You should poison him.

Just talking to myself.

You should set your true self free
from now on.

You set me free.

You are the one who found me.

"To my handsome detective"

Mr Akechi?

Mr Akechi, are you listening?

Yeah.

There were so many people.

It was impossible to add the poison
in the kitchen.

Well, they could still have avoided
people's eyes in the corridor.

Sprinkle...

Just kidding.

I got it!

The murderer disguised herself
as a maid

and poisoned the food
when she delivered the breakfast!

Are you listening?

The murderer disguised herself
as a maid and poisoned－

Will you keep quiet?

Now is the time I spend alone
with the French toast.

You made me deliver it...

Golden brown outside
and moist inside.

The bread used
is the hotel's fine grain bread,

so the egg didn't soak through it.

And part of it
is still white inside.

I like this better
than the currently popular pancakes.

Not bad.

It's suddenly become
a candidate for my last supper.

You only wanted to have
French toast.

- You want a bite?
- Yes, please!

It's sweet and delicious!
With lots of maple syrup!

So, who poisoned the couple?

Well, I'm stuck.

The French toast's taste
is soft and mild.

If cyanide is mixed in it,

one would spit it out
after having a bite.

Why is that?

The taste of cyanide is strong.

It's said that
it causes pain in the mouth.

In that case, it was suicide?

Or they ate something
that wasn't on the menu.

What? The victims' stomach contents?

I haven't got the result yet.

Even if I did, I wouldn't tell you.

Mr Katono,
I've got the result of the analysis!

Butter, egg, milk, flour, raspberry,
kiwi, mint, and apple!

Don't come here!

Oh, are you talking to Mr Akechi
on the phone?

Apple?

I don't see any apple on the plate.

You stole and ate it?

Of course I didn't!

Then maybe the
kinds of fruit change daily.

Go ask the chef if they served apple
this morning, Ichigou Kobayashi.

"Ichigo"! Strawberry!

No, it's apple.

Since the moment that Adam and Eve
ate the forbidden fruit,

men and women have become
different creatures.

This apple has a bruise too.

If a man is stupid enough
to hurt a woman...

he deserves to be killed.

I...

It's okay. It isn't your fault.

That's right.

Because the murderer
is this red apple.

If you were to be killed tomorrow,

what would be
the last thing you'd eat?

"Episode 2"

Since Adam and Eve ate the apple...

What song is that?
It's really incomprehensible.

- "Incomprehensible"?
- Hard to understand.

Detectives nowadays don't know
hit songs of the Showa period?

If you have time
to pick on me humming,

use your UTokyo graduate brain
to think about who the murderer is.

- It must be jealousy.
- Who knows?

There's apple in the victims'
stomach contents,

but there was none
in the hotel's assorted fruits.

That means the apple was brought in
from outside,

and the one who brought the apple
there was the murderer.

And the male victim
came from Aomori.

Aomori...

Famous for growing apples

"Tsuyoshi Sawada"

He must've changed
after coming to Tokyo.

"80,000 yen rent,
along Chuo Line, studio flat."

It's the flat
where the male victim lived.

When did you get this?
I'm impressed, detective.

The poor young man had no money,
no social status, and no fame.

- Why was he killed?
- Why?

And why was he poisoned?

First of all, poisoning someone
isn't a clever way to kill.

Why is that?

In the case of poisoning,
an autopsy will be performed,

so it's likely to be traced
by the police.

If I must say, a person who chooses
to kill by poisoning

is either an idiot
who likes detective stories or...

Or what?

A murderer who wants people
to know their existence.

Mona Lisa?

- Mr Katono.
- What's the matter?

This isn't the woman
who was also killed.

Hey. It's his other girlfriend?

Was it sent by airmail?

- Mary Mag－
- It's Mary Magdalene.

Maria Magdalena,

a woman who is said to be
Christ's apprentice and lover.

No need to explain.

- Okay, Kurukku.
- Kurukku.

- Maria Magdalena.
- Maria Magdalena is...

Wow, she accompanied Christ?

Wait.

Was this name
on the hotel's list of guests?

Is this related to the case?

Who knows?

"Who knows"?

That's right! Nobody asked you,
but you're investigating the case!

A private detective likes
making deductions. It's my habit.

Yes?

It has been a while, Young Master.

I think I didn't tell you
the address of my office.

Teito Hotel's manager
contacted Madam.

This is none of his business.

Who is that?

Akechi family's butler.

Butler.

A butler?

Butlers still exist?

Madam would like to have lunch
with you,

so she told me to bring you home.

She's as self-centred as always.

Your home is Ogiya Department
Store's president's home, right?

Wow, I want to see it!
What dishes do you serve?

Is your dining table
several metres long?

What do you do when you want
to take some soy sauce?

Why don't you come along
if you like?

Oh, you're too kind!
I'd be too thick-skinned...

It's so big!

How big is your room?

Shut up and walk.

It really is long.

It's been a while, Goro.

Excuse me!

I am Ichigo Kobayashi.
Nice to meet you.

Are you Goro's friend?

How unusual of you
to bring a girl home.

Oh, is that so?

Have a seat.

Yes, ma'am.

Today's lunch is...

poached egg in red wine sauce,
fusilli all'arrabbiata,

and andouillette served with aligot.

Wow, it looks delicious!

Please help yourself.

Bon appetit!

Miss Ichigou Kobayashi?

Oh, it's Ichigo...

Yes, ma'am.

Who are you to Goro?

Well, I'm a cook,
and I work near his office.

And I'm occasionally
his assistant at work.

Right?

You aren't working, are you?

Yes, Mr Akechi works
as a private detective.

Being a private detective
isn't a job.

Blimey, you're going to take over
our family business.

You aren't young,

but you aren't married
and have no goal in life.

If the public finds out,

our department store's stock price
will plunge.

Fusilli all'arrabbiata, Madam.

Wow, it looks delicious!

I'll try it now!

It's absolutely delicious!

I love the quail egg.

It's mozzarella from every angle.

Why don't you pour
lots of Worcester sauce on it?

This is bad.

You've been having only fine quality
food since you were little,

so you've become a picky eater
like this.

Maybe I should've disciplined you
more properly.

You only received bad influence
from your grandfather－

- Don't drag Grandpa into this.
- But it's his fault.

He took you around,

eating different foods
when you were little.

He couldn't manage the company too.

He kept purchasing things
and didn't consider profit.

Ogiya managed to survive now
because of my hard work,

but he really only did
unnecessary things.

Look who's talking!

Oh, did I offend you?

Excuse me.
There is a call for you, Madam.

It's from Mr Hayasaka
of Benimatsu Trading Company.

If you'll excuse me.

Madam, is it okay
to leave him like this?

Who knows what would happen
if we continued to argue?

Thank you.

It's enough just to have seen Goro.

Let's go.

But I haven't finished my food...

I'll treat you
to any delicious food you want.

But it looks so delicious!
I'll just have one bite. One.

Sorry.

It's hot!

What are you doing?

I'm sorry.

I want to take several apples back.

Yes, Young Master.

Jam?

- Detectives, would you like to try?
- May I?

Akechi, you didn't call us here
to have a tasting party, did you?

I knew something was wrong
right from the start.

Why breakfast?

It's easy to kill with cyanide.

The most certain way is
to dissolve it in carbonated water.

The pungent taste of cyanide

is hidden by the fizz
and won't be noticed.

It can be added to champagne
if it's dinner. There are many ways.

But the murderer chose breakfast.

They probably needed
to poison something

that's only served as breakfast.

And it's apple jam?

But the victims would notice
the cyanide if it's sweet jam.

They would. It was obvious.

However, it's a different matter
if it was mixed into a hot dish,

to hide the strong irritation
on the tongue.

That's why...

it's apple jam.

A member of the hotel's staff
found the bodies

and called the police.

The victims are part-time worker,
working in Suginami City,

23-year-old Tsuyoshi Sawada

and a waitress
of a restaurant in Shibuya,

25-year-old Eri Kawakami.

There was no trace of fighting
in the room,

and the bodies...

The wind cut its power again?

Blimey.

It seems a murder happened
in Tokyo again.

Is that so? I have no idea.

Freshly made, hot apple jam.

I added lots of sugar
with a hint of cinnamon.

It's perfect for serving
with French toast.

That's why the victims' tongues
were burnt!

You told him
the case's information again!

Oh, no.

It proves that
the deduction I made was right.

Mr Akechi, this is for certain!

Hang on! Not so fast!

Isn't it too early
to say it's right?

It was delivered
from the kitchen to the room.

They couldn't have had
jam so hot that it'd burn!

Yes, if it's after the breakfast
was delivered there.

The room service breakfast
was served in the room.

For example, the jam was cooked
in front of the guests, so it's hot.

The murderer entered
the victims' room openly

and pretended to be a cook?

Well, that's what happened.

Mr Akechi, I'm impressed!

Akechi, your skills got rusty.

We checked Tsuyoshi Sawada's email

on his mobile and computer

and found out he had a girlfriend
besides the late Eri Kawakami.

She was his classmate
from his high school in Aomori.

I won't show you.

I think this girl is the murderer.
Listen.

If her boyfriend cheated on her,

would the guy let her in

when she dressed like a cook
and came to his room?

No, he wouldn't.

First of all,
if she was going to kill,

would she go through
so much trouble?

It's incomprehensible!

Incomprehensible.

Incomprehensible!

You just want to use the word.

Though it's troublesome,
the murderer still stuck to it.

That's why they chose breakfast.

You seem to want to blame the hot,
poisoned apple no matter what.

- Hey, Takahashi!
- Yes, sir.

Tell forensics to analyse
the stomach contents again.

If they're analysed in detail,

see if there's destroyed vitamins
or increase in sugar content.

There should be data that show
the apple was heated.

Yes, sir.

Hey, Akechi.

If the deduction you made is right,

I'll go to the crossroad

in front of Shibuya's
Hachiko statue,

cross it, naked,
while standing on my hands,

then eat spaghetti aglio e olio
from my nostrils.

It's a crime.

He can't be right, so it's fine!
Let's go!

Mr Akechi...

If my deduction is right,

I'll be in trouble
if we don't catch the murderer now.

Mr Akechi,

why didn't you tell the detectives
about the list of guests?

Is it related
to that "Maria Magdalena"?

The oden here is the best in Japan.

I can make it a candidate
for my last supper.

Indeed.

You're having oden at a stall?
You're surprisingly down to earth－

Don't change the topic.

- By the way, what do you think?
- About what?

If you were served

French toast with apple jam
at a hotel for breakfast,

would you go bananas,
Ichigou Kobayashi?

It's Ichigo.

Nobody would go crazy for it
and eat it greedily nowadays.

Moreover,
the amount of time wasn't right.

Time?

The apple I used was Fuji,
but it's usually made with kogyoku.

The colour is better,
and it's more tangy and delicious.

Jam made with different varieties
taste different,

but what about the time?

The amount of time needed to cook it
is different.

Apples are cooked
at different speeds

depending on the variety.

"Tooru Katono"

Akechi?

I hate to admit it,
but you were right.

It's likely that
the apple was heated,

and the cyanide too...

A lot of it was found in the apple.

You always tell me
not to leak information of cases!

Shut up.

I'll tell you one more thing.

It's the girl
whom the male victim cheated on.

After I checked,

I found out her family runs
an apple orchard in Aomori.

I was going to leak
that information!

Anyway, it still means
that the girl is suspicious.

I'll get a warrant tomorrow
and arrest her.

Listen, Akechi!

Now I won't go to the crossroad
and eat spaghetti!

Not fair.

Swindler!

Shame on you!

What was the call about?

- Do you like tuna?
- Yes, I do.

What about flounder?
Salmon roe? Scallop?

I love all of them.

It's seafood rice bowl then.

Seafood rice bowl?

Is it going to be your treat?

Ah, you'll still pay your tabs.

Good. We'll go to Aomori now.
You'll drive.

Can we go tomorrow? I've drunk sake.

No, we'll go at once.

You want to make me drive
after drinking?

You'll be just as guilty, too.

- You don't even know that?
- Yes, I do.

- Chef, credit card, please.
- Sure. Thanks.

What? You accept that?

Sorry for asking suddenly, Momoko.

Well, I slept during the day.

I haven't driven in a while, though.

Let's send them flying!

Neutral.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

- Seafood rice bowl!
- Yay!

- Sea urchin, monkfish.
- Salmon roe, sandfish.

- All the toppings!
- All the toppings!

Will he eat the poison apple
made by the witch?

I'm sure he won't.

That's who he is.

He doubts more than anyone,
and he's cleverer than anyone.

That's why he's more romantic
than anyone.

Hurry and chase after me.

- Yes!
- Yes!

It's a luxury!

The yellowtail is so thick!

- What?
- It's thick!

- It's huge!
- It's huge, right?

- Bon appetit!
- Bon appetit!

Not bad.

Like what you said.

What is?

Bottom of top class, Showa fashion.

You think I drove to Aomori
just for the seafood rice bowl?

"Heh heh"

What do you mean?

He does seem weird,

and seems to be out of your league
because you've never been in love.

One gets hurt in every relationship,
so just go for it.

I'll cover you!

From what? We aren't like this.

Yeah, right!

It was so good!

You finished your food
so quickly again.

Oh, it was so good!

Where is your friend?

She was here till just now.

My job is done now.

Enjoy your time with him alone.

Oh, I think she's left.

Has she?

I was thinking about dessert.

Dessert is...

Apples?

Kobayashi, my boy,

work for the worth of what you ate.

Which ones among the varieties here
are suitable for making jam?

Find them.

Akibae.

Shirayuki Fuji.

Sun Jonagold.

The hardness of the flesh
is different for each variety.

This isn't suitable for making jam.

I'll buy one of each variety,
so memorise all the names.

I'll take photos of the apples
with their names,

so I don't need to memorise them.

Oh, my!

How handsome you are!

Thank you.

- By the way, ma'am,
- Ma'am?

Among these apples, which one
is most suitable for making jam?

I'm looking for one that cooks
as quickly as possible.

I have to try making it
before I tell you.

But if you use such a fine quality
apple to make jam,

you'll waste it.

Fine quality?

We make jam with apples blown down
in a typhoon in Aomori.

It's the first time
I see apple trees!

All right, let's go apple picking.

But you've brought
so many apples already!

You want to pick apples?

Two adults. Is it okay?

We aren't open today.

What a pity.

I am sorry.

Would you give us
some of your apples? I'll pay.

But these...

The wind was strong,

and they were bruised
when they fell.

By the way, what variety is this?

Fuji? Kogyoku?

It's Akane.

Grandpa!

You haven't heard, right?

Only our orchard grows this variety
in the neighbourhood.

Take some if you like.

May I?

It's bruised, but it's tasty.

They're for free.

Wow, thank you!

Grandpa, go back to the house!

- Why do you have to shout?
- Hurry up!

What's wrong?

Thank you!

Akane, what's the matter?

The apple is called Akane,
it's the same as the girl's name.

Akane Furukawa.

"Furukawa Apple Orchard"

She's the one
the male victim cheated on?

What? You came here
because you knew?

Japan's stupid police told me
where the orchard was.

Now, do you think this apple
is suitable for making jam?

Well, its flesh looks hard.

I guess we have to try
making it first.

Did you buy all varieties of apples

to compare the jam they make
with this variety's?

Now, let's begin.

In the end,
I'm making the jam alone?

Ah, there you are!

Thanks for just now.

Oh, you're making jam?

Maybe I got the wrong idea,

but are you here
for my granddaughter?

We...

I knew it!

She actually wanted to go to Tokyo

because her boyfriend is there.

She must miss him.

My granddaughter's mother, too,

left for Tokyo at about the same age
as she is now.

But various things happened there,

and she came back pregnant
with my granddaughter.

Did she?

But her mother passed away
when she was in primary school.

The thing her mother taught her
was this.

It was the way to make jam
with bruised apples.

We named her Akane,
the same as this variety of apple.

It tastes just as good
even if it's bruised.

We wanted her to be someone
like this apple.

Life is long,

and one will be hurt by many things.

But no matter how many times
a person is hurt,

the person is not going to change.

Even if it's bruised,

a good apple still tastes good.

"Fuji, Sun Jonagold, Shirayuki,
Orin, Akane"

Hey. Have you got the result?

It's Akane.

Not bad.

A man who's a bit weird
came here from Tokyo.

He asked about my apples and left.

You came earlier than I expected,
Mr Detective.

"Reply to: Ringo"

Don't worry,

the man isn't there to arrest you.

Tell the man everything.

I promise, you won't be caught.

Adam came to the city in the north
because he wanted to see me.

Thank you for the tasty apples
just now, Miss Akane.

Your boyfriend died unnaturally
in Tokyo,

but you're harvesting apples?
You're quite chill.

Or are you going to deliver apples
to Teito Hotel again?

Are you the police?

I'm just a gourmand
who loves his delicious food.

I'm here to ask you something.

I'm looking for a certain lady.

You have a clue who she is, right?

What are you talking about?

Please.

Would you tell me about her?

I don't know anything.

I see.

In that case...

We made some jam with
the small apples you gave us.

And with other apples
I bought at the market, too.

Ichigou, please explain.

The jam made with Akane

has lots of flavour
and didn't fall apart when cooked.

It was easily cooked, too.

The jam was made in about
10 minutes.

I made jam
with the other apples, too,

but they weren't so quick.

So?

Your boyfriend,
who was murdered at the hotel,

had a small burn mark on his tongue.

For example,

at a hotel, to make poisoned jam,
serve it in front of the guests,

then make them eat a decent amount,

the most suitable kind of apple
would be Akane, here.

If we analyse the stomach contents
in more detail,

we'll be able to identify
the kind of apple used to kill them.

I...

won't be arrested.

Because I didn't do anything.

I killed nobody.

I've never met
the dead woman either!

He let the murderer
into his hotel room.

The one who killed him
was someone he'd never met.

I've said many times.
I'm not a police officer.

I'm not here to arrest you, however,

I want to stop the woman
who killed two people for you.

That's all.

Maria killed them, didn't she?

I...

I know nothing.

If you keep quiet
and nobody finds out...

You're okay as long
as you aren't arrested?

Your grandfather didn't grow
the apples to kill people!

Your mother didn't teach you
how to make jam to kill people!

Someone who eats apples happily
in the city

can't possibly know how someone
who grows apples here feel!

Because...

He said he wanted to be
with me forever.

But the moment he went to Tokyo...

he...

We had known each other
since middle school.

I confessed in the first year of
high school and we started dating.

But...

He went to study at a university
in Tokyo.

I assumed he would come back
after he graduated,

so I stayed here,

and helped at my family's orchard.

Hello?

Hello, Akane?

I've got them.

He lived alone, so I had been
sending him small parcels.

Yeah, I picked your favourites,
Tsuyoshi.

He was extremely delighted.

In the parcel,

you included the jam you made,
didn't you?

Yes.

But...

Very soon,
he dropped out of university

and started working part-time
at night.

One day,

I saw a girl in a photo with him
on his social media page.

The girl used the jam I made,

and made it look stylish
on some crackers.

My grandpa grew the apples.

The apples have
the same name as me...

and my mother taught me
how to make the jam.

But the woman ate my jam.

For years, I have been...

cooking the apples to make the jam
for the woman to eat.

I'm sure that...

he told her that his mother
made and sent him the jam.

That's why
I wanted to kill the woman.

Then, Ms Maria poisoned the jam.

It's a brilliant idea, right?

Maria served them in the hotel room.

Unlike me, Ms Maria is beautiful,

so she seemed very at home
at the luxury hotel.

This is our hotel's
seasonal special breakfast.

You'll make it here?

It's French toast served with
comfiture made with Aomori apples－

Excuse me, what's comfiture?

It's French, and it means jam.

Wow, it's so stylish!

- Right?
- Yeah.

To it,

I'll add a teaspoon of our hotel's
secret ingredient.

The magical powder
will make the jam taste so good,

that you'll never forget the taste.

I'll try it, too.

What? But you said you were fed up
with apple jam.

That's my girl－

I mean, the jam my mum made.

I want to try the jam
served at this luxury hotel.

Bon appetit.

It's hot!

What are you doing?

So good!

It's delicious!

Are you okay? What's wrong?

Now, now.

It makes you so happy?

It's a wonderful last supper.

No, I mean, last breakfast.

I thought...

I thought he would not eat the jam.

I only wanted the woman to die.

But he ate it.

The jam was the same as what I made.

He let the jam I sent him rot...

but when the jam was served
at a luxury hotel,

he ate it.

That is how food is.

Even if the ingredients
and the seasonings are the same,

a beautiful plate
and the person who serves it

can change its value a great deal.

You turned this beautiful,
delicious apple

into a witch's poisoned apple.

The apple is me.

I killed him.

Why?

Why did you kill the man you loved?

It would make your grandfather sad!
And your mother, too!

I loved him, that's why...

I killed him.

That's what women do.

Well,

I can understand.

Akane,

please tell the truth and make up
for the crime you committed.

You'll surely be able
to start over again!

Your grandfather said...

I'm an old man. She should leave me,

and marry the man she loves.

I want her...

to live happily.

But...

It's too late.

- No, it's－
- Keep quiet.

She...

Where is Maria now?

Akechi!

Mr Akechi!

Hey. You're as slow as always.

It took time to get the warrant.

Why are you here anyway?

I've been watching her,

so that she wouldn't do
anything wrong until you arrive.

Akane?

Miss Akane Furukawa?

As a material witness of the murder
of a couple at Tokyo's Teito Hotel,

would you let us interview you?

Yes.

Akane!

What happened?

What's going on?

What do you want Akane for?

It's okay, grandpa!

- Grandpa!
- Okay, let's search the house!

- Search until we find evidence!
- Yes, sir!

Grandpa!

Grandpa...

It's okay.

It's okay.

You've got me.

It's okay, Akane.

You don't need to worry
about anything.

Hey...

Please try the jam I make next time.

Sure.

I'll make it a candidate
for my last supper.

Will Akane be arrested for murder?

It probably isn't possible.

They won't find any cyanide
when they search the house.

She is just a pure girl
who only wanted to kill someone.

But...

If there's no clear evidence
that she hired the murderer,

it isn't soliciting to murder.

Which means, somebody

killed the person she wanted to kill
for her, voluntarily.

And as long as that certain someone
isn't arrested,

she won't be found guilty.

That certain someone...

is it Maria?

Welcome back,

my great detective.

I guessed right. You are Maria.

You've realised?

I'm happy.

A Mona Lisa postcard by airmail,

the name, Mary Magdalene,
on the list of guests...

There were many clues.

You murdered the victims
at the hotel that day

because I hosted the Gourmet Club's
gathering downstairs.

Why did you do this?

I wonder why.

But everyone is the same.

Everyone has a moment
when they want to kill someone.

That's when they kill.

In their heads.

They stab the person repeatedly,

or push them down the railway track.

The difference they have with me

is that they do it in their heads,
but I do it for real.

That's all.

In other words,

you realise such a fantasy
for the person.

But why?

I am happy now.

Because you can take revenge
for someone?

No.

I am happy...

only because I can kill people.

I have to thank you.

You gave me
the forbidden fruit to eat.

I love you.

I...

I want to save you.

It's your turn to eat
the forbidden fruit next.

You'll come to my side, too,

then we'll have
our last supper alone.

But before that,
I don't want any interruption.

So I have to kill everyone
in the world.

So that...

we can become Adam and Eve.

The Gourmet Detective will solve
a murder at a French restaurant.

Not bad.

If someone thinks
your cooking is bad...

I'll kill them.

Maria is here again.

We need to punish them.

I guess I have to do it myself.

Wait for me, trash truck!

A fragment of the liar.