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My name is Kazuo Murakami.

I was chased down by the police

and killed.

TWO HOURS EARLIER

This footage was captured by a security camera in the parking lot.

Discovered one week ago, she is the latest in a series of six victims.

Mayuko Anzai, 16 years old.

The other five victims were killed in the same manner.

They were all strangled to death.

Which leads me to believe it's the same killer.

We ran the license plate and used facial recognition to track down the owner.

The suspect is Kazuo Murakami, 33.

He works for a real estate agent.

In his teens, he was charged with attempted rape

but the victim dropped the charges and it didn't go on his criminal record.

We should be able to get him with this.

Bring him in.

Don't let him slip away.

I wouldn't expect any less from you guys.

What, you mean the napping?

We're going after a serial killer and you're able to nap. No way I could.

There's no need for sarcasm.

-No, I mean it! -It's not that big of a deal.

Murderers, more often than not, just end up being normal people.

If you let them intimidate you, that's how they win.

-So that's how it is? -That's how it is.

Right?

I wonder...

Who is it?

It's the police.

We'd like to ask you a few questions. Do you have a moment?

The door's open. Come on in.

There's one more.

Hey! What are you doing?

Guess this guy wasn't normal after all.

I heard you guys killed him.

Don't say such dreadful things.

You were coming up with a cover just now, weren't you?

Look, you...

Is it okay if I look in another room?

What are you looking for?

An idea of what kind of person he was.

Their room gives you a glimpse into their personality.

-So what kind of person was he? -A narcissistic control-freak.

Go ahead and open the closet. It's probably messy inside.

Classic signs of a narcissist.

Appearances are clean on the outside, but inside it's a mess.

Not only that, notice how the whole room has a black theme?

Control-freaks tend to be drawn to that color.

Judging by the wound, he cut himself without a second thought.

A normal person couldn't do that to themselves.

But to someone like that, it's better than letting others take control of you.

I guess he really didn't want to be brought in.

In that case, is it okay to label this as a suicide?

Before he died he said,

"There's one more." What do you think that meant?

I didn't hear that.

Doesn't it seem likely that he meant there was one more victim?

It was just some nonsense he spewed before he died!

Narcissists are typically liars too, aren't they?

True, they will typically lie in order to protect their pride at all costs.

Ishikawa,

I'm not saying I don't believe you,

but we can't jump on that until we have some more concrete evidence.

I am saying that I don't believe you.

Then again, I keep hearing about suspects committing suicide due to bad policing.

You gotta stop saying dreadful stuff like that.

Let's get a move on.

Right.

You tried to save me, didn't you?

As thanks, I'll give you a hint.

Check the corners of the room.

Wait a minute!

It's probably the bullet in his head causing this.

There's seven of them...

It's human hair.

She's still alive.

If you find her within 24 hours, you can save her.

Good luck!

Where do people go when they die?

I got involved in a case

and ended up being shot in the head.

The bullet traveled halfway through my skull

and I miraculously survived with it lodged against my basilar artery.

But...

the operation to extract the bullet would be high risk.

So for now, I'm stuck with this bullet in my head.

As a result...

I...

can talk with dead people.

-How did it go? -No good.

Just hair isn't enough to proceed.

But...

None of the hair contained root follicles,

which means we can't run a DNA test.

On top of that, they said it's possible that it's the killer's hair.

-It's obvious that's not the case... -I know that.

But a gray area isn't good enough.

When it comes to the higher-ups, they need it black and white.

If we don't act fast, another person will wind up dead.

You think the victim is still alive?

I can't say for certain, but...

until we have the dead body, we should act under that assumption.

Sounds like a wild goose chase.

I understand how you feel, but

we can't act solely on assumptions.

It's a lie, isn't it?

That there's still one alive.

No clues yet, huh?

When I was found out, I figured the Japanese police force must be good.

But now I wonder if I was just unlucky.

Had I known better, maybe I would have won in the end.

It hasn't even been two full days since I took her.

She had skipped class and was sitting in the park, on her phone, looking so lonely.

She seemed happy to come along when I called out to her.

You killed her, didn't you?

I already told you.

There's still one alive.

Tomorrow was my day off and I was planning on having some fun with her.

So I hid her in a place no one would find.

It's a pretty tight squeeze though...

So you better find her soon, before she suffers too much.

Tell me where she is.

You think I'd just tell you?

I... really hate to lose.

But...

I suppose I could tell you her name.

Just for you.

Spit it out.

Just kidding.

Besides, I already gave you your hint.

Long case, huh?

-Excuse me. -Excuse me.

What is it?

You just worked on Murakami, right?

Did you notice anything strange?

Nothing in particular. Everything seemed in order.

He had nice skin.

He really was a narcissist.

So what is it?

Can I ask you something?

Go ahead.

What is a narcissist's weak point?

Are you still talking about Murakami?

Of course.

If you look at his six victims, you should know.

He took his time while killing all of them.

He killed them by wringing their necks.

Why do you think he went to such effort

to make their deaths as slow and agonizing as possible?

As a show of power...

and pride as a man?

Exactly.

Perhaps the victims all wounded the killer's pride at some point.

Or didn't give him something he wanted.

That's probably why he felt the need to try to dominate them.

The killer probably fell apart in situations where he wasn't in control.

I see.

Thanks.

What are you going to do with that information?

Use it for future reference.

By the way, there's something I was curious about.

What?

As I said,

the killer took his time in killing his victims.

Do you think he could have done it in his apartment?

Even a single scream from the victims would have alerted his neighbors.

But taking them somewhere without anyone noticing seems unlikely.

You're right.

It's likely that the killer had a special place where he kept them.

If the seventh victim you're looking for is still alive,

she's probably there.

So you trust me?

Why would you be gross and say it like that?

It's not about trusting you,

I'm just saying that in all likelihood my assumption is correct.

The guy worked for a real estate company.

So perhaps...

he used one of the vacant properties as a place to carry out his crimes?

That sounds like a good starting point.

I'm guessing the higher-ups are saying to not pursue this and wrap things up.

I hate that mentality.

So if you need help with anything else, just ask.

The company has over 3,500 vacant listings at the moment...

It's impossible.

With that many, it's out of the question to look at all of them.

You may just have to call the company and ask them to check in the morning.

But that will definitely take time, too.

I guess that just leaves investigating the killer

to try and narrow down the possibilities of where he would have done it.

We won't make it in time doing that.

Probably.

It's already nightfall.

Find any more clues?

You better hurry or you won't make it in time, you know?

She's probably still in a deep sleep from the pills I gave her,

but if she suddenly woke up, air would run out quickly in a tight space like that.

I did put a ventilator in there,

but by the time she wakes up the battery may have run out.

Can you just tell me one thing?

What made you pick those girls specifically?

I liked them.

That's it?

That's the only reason you killed them?

If only they had given in to my demands, I wouldn't have had to kill them.

But none of them listened to me.

What demands?

Bear my child.

I realized something recently.

Why not make as many copies as possible

of a man as exemplary as myself, to be spread all across the globe.

So you had a relapse of that same crazed mentality you had when you were a teen?

How mean.

It's not a crazed mentality.

I was on a mission from God.

-Which property are you holding her at? -What?

I know you're keeping her in one of your empty properties.

It's only a matter of time until I find her.

How about you do one decent thing before you disappear from this world for good.

And what do I get for being "decent"?

I'll put flowers on your grave.

You really are a good guy, aren't you?

You're right, I did use one of our vacant properties.

The girls would be really happy when I took them to a place with a nice view.

Once there, I would make them drink juice laced with sleeping pills

and state my intentions.

They would all give me the same disgusted look.

And say they wanted to go home.

I suppose I don't need to tell you the rest, do I?

Where are you hiding her?

Tell me!

I have a special room.

I was going to pay a visit to her again and I had plenty of fun in store for her.

But you guys just had to get in my way!

Perhaps I said too much.

Well, good luck finding that room.

Sorry I couldn't be of any further assistance.

So, the investigation is over?

You've given up?

I'm going to meet a journalist friend of mine.

I'll leak your story to the papers.

I should make it in time for tomorrow's morning paper.

Thanks to you, I'll be even more famous!

People won't forget about me for a long time.

You misunderstood me.

I'm going to leak the made-up report about your severe erectile dysfunction.

What are you talking about?

Everyone is gonna remember you as that guy who couldn't get it up

and as a result murdered a bunch of girls in a fit of rage.

You must be joking! Don't even think about it.

What do you think you can do about it?

You're already dead.

The only thing you can do

is appear before me and talk to me.

But if you tell me where she is, I won't ruin your reputation.

That's a promise.

TWELVE HOURS REMAIN

Damn it!

Sorry to disturb you this late, but do you have a hammer I could borrow?

Do you really think I'd hide her in such an obvious place?

Ah, too bad.

But you have worked really hard so far

and it would be a shame for you to quit at this point.

So I will tell you her name at least.

You may try even harder if you know that she is a real person.

And if you don't save her, you'll be in even more agony.

Her name is Hiromi Kashima.

And I'll even give you her address.

But I'll only say it once, so you better listen closely.

Can I help you?

Sorry to disturb you at this hour, but I'm a police officer.

Are your neighbors, the Kashimas at home?

I think they're away on vacation right now.

I think they're in England?

But they said they'll be home next week.

Is their daughter around?

Oh, Hiromi?

I haven't seen her around recently. Maybe she went with them?

You and I, we are all alive

We sing because we're alive

You and I, we are all alive

We feel sad because we're alive

Turn your palm to the sun

Try and look through it

I'm going to find her.

See your blood running through it

You don't have to lock it.

Okay.

Please submit yesterday's case report by 1:00 p.m. this afternoon.

Yes.

Is it still weighing on your mind?

I'm fine.

A faithful devotee, huh?

The God of Wisdom lives here.

I come to pray for prosperity in work, and various other things.

You didn't offer any money. Is that okay?

True gods aren't interested in material things, so it's an offense to offer money.

Also, I forgot my wallet.

What do you need today?

I need you to introduce me to someone who is good with computers.

How good?

Someone who can open any kind of locked door.

I have an interesting fellow who fits the job.

Someone I've known since before getting in the business.

-When would you want to meet him? -Right away.

Leave it to me.

Actually, maybe I should offer some money...

A monetary offering.

After all, a materialistic god

will surely yield you better gains.

Check.

Warp.

Hyper-drive warp.

Hyper-mega-launcher engaged! At 50%... 90%...

Fire!

FOUR HOURS REMAIN

I don't have time for a lengthy conversation.

What do you think, Simon?

It's all right. He doesn't seem too bad.

What do you want?

Pictures.

Email and internet browsing records.

Any personal items and anything at all suspicious.

No pictures here.

And the emails are all work-related.

I've found a lot of naughty pictures...

Stop there!

Enhance the wallpaper.

I restored some things.

He sent a bunch of emails to one person six months ago...

and they only replied once.

"Please don't contact me ever again." Full stop.

His very first victim was discovered six months back.

This may have been what started it all.

What is the sender's name?

Michiko Iwata.

Do you know the address?

I can find out via her bank account.

You can do that?

Isn't that why you came here?

INTERNET BANKING MICHIKO IWATA

I sent it to your phone.

Welcome to our world of ones and zeroes.

Can I help you?

-I think you know what I'm here about. -What are you talking about?

As it stands now,

nothing about you has been leaked to the media yet.

And it can stay like that.

That is if you will cooperate with me on this.

You want to protect your peaceful life with your son, right?

Go wait for me at home.

Quickly!

I was only seeing Murakami up until I found out I was pregnant with my son.

All things considered, it was a very short period of time.

I soon realized however that he wasn't someone I could be with long-term.

That's why I'm not able to tell you anything more detailed about him.

Whenever the two of us went out, it was just to movies and stuff like that.

The last time you saw him was about six months ago?

That's right.

I was keeping my son a secret

but he found out from a mutual acquaintance.

He demanded to know why he couldn't see him.

I was conflicted, but...

I thought my son should see his father's face at least once.

But...

as soon as I did, I knew I had made a mistake.

Why is that?

When he looked at him, I saw something terrible in his eyes.

But the child instantly took a liking to Murakami.

I...

just had this feeling that something bad was going to happen.

So, soon after meeting with him, we moved and cut all contact.

Where did you go to meet him?

Ginza.

We met up at a restaurant.

And?

After eating he took us in his car to one of his empty properties.

What kind of place was it?

It was a very nice property.

He said it was one of his favorites.

He asked for us to start over and live as a family there.

What do you want?

Don't give me that. Where are you?

We have to hand in that case report soon, so get back here.

I found Murakami's hideout.

I'm headed there now. Grab the Chief and get over here!

ONE HOUR REMAINS

She's not here.

This is definitely the place.

If there are no hidden rooms here, then it's way too much to assume

that he would torture and leave someone in a residential area. It's too risky!

A place full of people like this? There's no way not to be detected.

It makes more sense for him to hold her in a remote place.

Use your head!

I'll figure out some way to explain this.

Let's think about it on the way back.

Let's go.

What's wrong?

The burnt stuff in the sink...

A delivery slip?

What is it?

He did have a way to smuggle them in!

He told us 1:00 p.m., but there's no one here.

I know, right?

-Could he be asleep? -Excuse me!

I need to inspect your package.

It's a refrigerator. It's that blue box, over there.

Wake up!

Please wake up!

Don't let anyone notice it.

Right.

What are you talking about?

Nothing.

You know, you guys really make me feel all alone sometimes. What is it?

-Stop whining. -What? What is it?

So I lost.

But you should know...

there's still one more.

What is it?

Now I have to see you on Sundays, too?

I figured you would say that.

That boy over there in the black shirt.

He's Murakami's son.

He's the one who set off this whole chain of events.

I heard he did it because of the shock of being rejected by his family.

That also could have had something to do with it.

But say, for instance,

one day an extreme narcissistic control-freak...

were to meet another of his kind.

He might then realize...

"Wouldn't it be wonderful if the world were full of more copies of myself?"

"Perhaps I can control the whole world with my bloodline."

And he set off to do it.

But his zealous way of going about it was wrong.

I suppose I can understand it, in theory...

Are you all right?

You can't push others like that.

When he said there was one more...

I think he may have meant his child.

When I was younger, my grandmother would say to me,

"If you fall, it's not because of the body your parents gave you."

"It's because you don't know how to walk."

I don't believe in genetic profiling.

Being the child of a killer doesn't mean they will become a killer themselves.

The amazing thing about humans is that they can change based on their situation.

That's exactly what I wanted to hear.

Thanks.

Mama!

He'll be all right.

You may be right.

We may as well grab some food together before we head back.

You don't mind?

I'll muddle through somehow.

Subtitle translation by Emily Johnson

Is this the police? I've found a dead body.

We know that he's the perpetrator of the crimes from five years ago.

-Are you still doubting me? -Our sense of justice is being tested.

Is it even worth trusting you?

Please believe me.

Don't ever say that someone deserves to die!