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At that time, the police department that I was working at

had a problem with a certain buck naked burglar.

Thief! Someone stop her!

Chief, why is the burglar always buck naked?

I got no idea!

Is the criminal a younger woman?

Who knows...

What exactly is she stealing?

Leave that question for tomorrow.

Exactly who is this burglar?

Oh, Mikazuki-kun...

Oh, Sergeant Kumamoto.

Not much work to do?

Not a thing.

The limitation task force always has a lot of free time.

Perhaps those on patrol also have nothing to do?

Yeah, I suppose...

Oh, where is Kiriyama-kun?

Kiriyama?

Why, do you like him?

No way!

Kiriyama-san is in document filing room.

Oh, okay.

Saneei, what are you doing?

I'm taking care of documents for cases which have reached the statute of limitations.

I see...

Tada! Wanna see?

What's that?

A marriage certificate.

Matarai-san, you're gonna get married again?

No, no... I found it lying around.

Where about?

In the hallway next to that little shop in the building.

Safe!

Kiriyama-kun, you never cease to amaze me.

You should try bussing tables.

Why?

Because you stack plates just like that.

No, you don't.

Kiriyama-kun,

Did you drop this marriage certificate?

No... it wasn't me.

You had to think about it that much?

Kiriyama-kun, as your punishment for hesitating,

you must fill out this form.

No way.

Why not? You're single, right?

What's that got to do with anything?

Then how about having the person who loses at rock-paper-scissors fill it out?

That's more like it.

Alright! Rock, Paper...

We're not ready yet!

Um... we are on the clock, you know.

Don't worry about it.

Rock, paper, scissors!

Me?

Hachitsuka-kun, what are you so happy about?

I'm not sure.

Shape up, man!

You think it's okay to be such an irresponsible police officer?

Not at all!

There you go again.

Hachitsuka-san!

There you are.

Well, well, well. If it isn't Detective Juumonji.

With a new trench coat.

Well...

I saw those wrinkles form on your forehead.

Oh, cut it out,

Matarai-san.

Another case?

From here I gotta go to a stake-out.

It must be difficult when it's so cold.

Not at all, Mikazuki-kun.

Stake-outs are always best in winter.

For stake-outs, seeing your own breath turn white

is precisely what staking out is all about.

Hey, Kiriyama...

Don't be like a salmon waiting to be smoked.

You should try becoming a detective!

Right? Hachi-san

Huh? Did you say something?

Hello?

This is Detective Hayato Juumonji.

What?

Okay.

I'm on my way; hold out until then.

Hachi-san, another crime!

Hey...

What's going on?

It's that buck naked burglar again.

Oh, that one?

It feels like we're missing out on something, doesn't it?

So, Kiriyama-kun,

let's write your name on this marriage certificate.

You lost at rock-paper-scissors, right?

Fine, whatever.

I'm actually getting kind of nervous.

This is exactly why you guys are always made fun of by the detectives.

That's fine with me.

Do just enough to get by,

and have the rest of your time for your hobbies.

Ain't that a fact.

You guys set pretty low goals.

Speaking of which, what's your hobby? Kiriyama-kun

I don't have one.

That's no good! You can't get married if you haven't got a hobby.

Really?

That's right.

Hobbyless men are so anal.

That's no good.

What kind of hobby would be good?

How about origami?

Mikazuki-senpai!

What's wrong?

The guy who just came to pay his parking ticket is Pesanjun!

Who's this Pesanjun?

Oh crap!

What's that all about?

I wrote my name on the marriage certificate.

Shizuka Kiriyama...

I was excited as if he were my first love.

Am I an idiot or what...

We're not even going out.

Aw man...

so sad...

A hobby...

hobby...

Hobby?

What the heck are you doing with that big ole thing?

Well, Kiriyama-kun

made 1000 origami cranes even though he doesn't have a wish. (this is typically done to grant a wish)

How odd.

Oh... I thought of a wish.

Really? What?

I wish to get a nice hobby.

That's no wish.

Just get down from there.

Here's another one.

Another old case?

There've been a lot lately, huh?

Oh, this murder?

Brings back memories...

Oh!

What's with you?

What about this as a hobby?

What do you mean?

Like, I could investigate these old cases and try to solve them.

For what?

For my hobby.

I see!

Like a fisherman's hobby is fishing!

I see!

Pretty obvious, really!

Obvious!

I don't get it one bit!

What a strange conversation.

He investigates cases which have reached the statute of limitations as a hobby,

Shuuichirou Kiriyama

Jikou Keisatsu Episode 1

It's not an exaggeration to say that the steam of good food befits an old case.

Enjoy!

Plain udon again?

Yeah.

What do you think?

About what?

About investigating old cases.

Don't do it.

Wouldn't it be pretty boring?

Not at all!

It's like trying to find the one tablet of Tylenol

in a whole pile of enteric-coated aspirin.

Ya know?

There's no way you could solve something just as a hobby.

I know.

I don't really need to solve them, now do I.

It's just a hobby.

In a murder case in West Soobu City 15 years ago...

the victim was Daisuke Sonezaki

He was stabbed from behind with some sort of blade.

The murder weapon was not found,

but there was no trace of a struggle.

I'm home!

His wife, Hiromi Sonezaki, was the first to find him at around 10:00.

After that, she remarried and her name changed to Hiromi Kasamatsu.

Would she happen to be...

THAT Hiromi Kasamatsu?

You know her?

Isn't that her?

Wow, I didn't know she was so famous.

She's an influential home cook.

She first came into the spotlight...

after the economic bubble burst.

Many Japanese were tired of fancy food...

and were once again drawn to home cooking.

So that's when she found her niche.

Who's this?

Her current husband, Michio Kasamatsu.

He has been her necessary right-hand man.

Her becoming this popular

is apparently also because of him.

Hiromi Kasamatsu was the main suspect, right?

Yeah,

but she had a perfect alibi.

A perfect alibi?

Hmm..

She was seen in another place at the time of the murder.

A "perfect alibi" may not be an alibi after all.

Why's that?

It's just

a gut feeling.

Perhaps, a perfect alibi could be made up.

How's that?

Just a gut feeling.

What's with all this "just a gut feeling" stuff?

Does it really matter?

It's just Kiriyama's hobby.

That's right.

Why don't we talk about something more fruitful?

What? Talk about something fartful?

Something FRUITFUL!

Mikazuki-kun, you're so hard headed.

Yeah, she's like a shellfish.

You a clam or something?

She does share some things in common.

Don't ya think?

Shut up!

Hey, Mikazuki-san.

What?

Just what do they do in the limitations task force?

They take the cases that have fallen under the statute of limitations,

shred the paperwork, return personal items, and so on...

I see...

Pretty dull department, huh?

"Dull," huh?

Oh, Mikazuki-kun.

You're going home pretty early aren't you?

I've got a ton of work left to do!

Huh? Why?

'Cause I got my new hobby.

Wait a minute!

You should really quit while you're ahead.

Why?

Since these cases have already reached the limit imposed,

those involved don't want to be bothered anymore.

I don't know about that.

The criminal might actually hope someone investigates it.

Really?

Not likely!

Don't.

You have no right.

Well, I guess not.

Don't worry about me, go on ahead.

You're okay by yourself?

Hey,

What are you doing this next Sunday?

Nothing in particular.

Could you maybe come somewhere with me?

What?

Yeah, sure.

Well then, don't plan anything else, okay?

Did he?

He did!

Now we're talking!

Hiromi Kasamatsu...

she's now become a nationwide famous cook.

[Home cooking is...]

She is known for raising the bar of home cooking.

15 years ago at the time of the murder,

she just began on the road to becoming well known.

What caught the attention of the detectives was the murder victim's love affair.

He was cheating on his wife with Yukiko Mizuoka, a club hostess.

With that as a clue, Hiromi Kasamatsu was thoroughly investigated at that time.

However, she had a perfect alibi.

Hiromi Kasamatsu then married her current husband 1 year later.

And gave birth to her first son the following year.

I see...

What's up?

You're not wearing your glasses today.

I just don't know about wearing glasses on Sundays...

It's not like I'm British.

Hey,

Is wearing glasses on a Sunday a British thing?

Yeah, I'd say so.

Really?

Where are you taking me?

A sea-side restaurant?

No,

the scene of the crime.

What?!

Soobu City police officers?

Kumo... Kasumi...

Arare?

It says "Kiriyama".

Oh, it's "Kiri".

Sorry about that.

I usually wear glasses.

But on Sundays... well, it's not like I'm British now is it?

This case, you know,

was my last as a detective.

You said it's now reached the statute of limitations?

Yes, just a few days ago.

It wasn't a burglary; there were no signs of a fight.

It had to have been someone the murder victim knew.

But it didn't come down to a certain suspect.

I'm so embarrassed.

What about his wife, Hiromi Kasamatsu?

Of course, she was one of the suspects,

especially since their relationship at that time was such a tragedy.

Young lady, does my breath stink?

Uh... maybe a little...

I mean, no.

No, it's gotta stink.

Last night I ate so much meat.

It started to bother me after I saw the expression on this young lady's face.

Does it bother you?

No, really, I'm fine.

No, it must stink something awful in such a small room as this.

Hey, my breath stinks, so we're gonna go outside.

Sorry for the wait.

I don't really need a bike,

but without it, I don't look like I'm at work.

Oh, I see.

It heard that Hiromi Kasamatsu had an alibi.

Yeah, it's kind of strange...

she had no alibi right after the crime.

But after a few days, suddenly a witness...

appeared?

At the time of the crime, someone saw her at the train station.

Who was that?

Her name was Yukiko Mizuoka.

She was Daisuke Sonezaki's mistress.

It was right here, right?

Yeah!

It was definitely Hiromi-san, right?

Yeah, it was definitely her!

Then she...

That's right!

His mistress ended up confirming the wife's alibi!

Oh, sorry.

Could Yukiko Mizuoka have been an accomplice?

That's not possible.

Before the murder, they had absolutely no connection.

They didn't even know what each other looked like.

What about a relationship that no one else knew about?

At that time I, too, frantically searched for a connection,

but there was no chance of that.

Thanks to my being a rebel in the system,

now I'm just a stinky-breathed cop on the beat.

Here we are, the scene of the crime.

Which would you like? [Dry wine] [Shiruko]

Why did you pick these two?

What, you don't like these?

Whatever...

I'll take this one.

Go ahead.

You know,

this doesn't count as taking me out for a drink.

I know, I know.

You'll take me out for a proper drink later, got it?

I said I got it covered.

Oh...

But what if Hiromi Kasamatsu treats us to a drink when we go there after this?

Sorry for the long wait.

We're getting ready to take pictures for my new book.

Take a look! Doesn't it look delicious?

Sure does.

So sorry, but this is for the pictures, too.

It's really too bad that you can't try it.

Yes, it is.

It's nice to meet you.

I'm Hiromi Kasamatsu.

I'm Kiriyama from the Soobu Police Department.

Oh... this is Mikazuki-kun.

Have a seat.

You said...

this was about the case concerning my former husband?

Yes.

I received a call from the police stating that it had reached the statute of limitations.

I felt that you might not want to participate

since I have simply come here to investigate this as my personal hobby.

What?

Your hobby?

Yes.

I do this as my hobby.

Oh...

I see.

Even if just a hobby, I'm glad you came.

I will do anything I can to help.

Thank you.

Then I'll be frank...

Did you realize that your husband had a mistress at the time of the crime?

Actually, I had a feeling he might.

You know that lint catcher thing when you wash clothes?

Lint catcher thing?

That always picks up hair and lint.

In there, I started to find longer hairs that weren't my own.

Please don't be offended by asking something so private, but

when was the last time you had sex with your former husband?

Hiromi-san, could you...

Yes.

Just a moment.

How private can you get?!

I know, but well, you know.

What are you doing?!

I'm so sorry, but it seems as though the publisher has arrived.

Oh no, no. Excuse us for bothering you.

Not at all.

Please do come again.

I can help you at that time.

Forgive us for being so sudden.

If the murderer is found, at least then my husband will be able to rest in peace.

- Manm Myuu. - Huh?

She's definitely lying.

How do you know?

Well,

For one, her hairdo suddenly changed while we were talking.

Hmm, I didn't really notice...

Wait a sec, you're saying that hair changes when you lie?

Yeah, it changes!

When you lie, your head sweats a little, right?

From that moisture, hair tends to generally increase in volume.

It's just like when your hair changes when you eat something spicy.

I don't really believe you, but I'll try it.

Woah, spicy~!

I told you...

Yes?

I'm the one from the insurance company who called you the other day.

Oh, you wanted to ask me something?

Yes.

Would you...

happen to have a smoke, senor?

I'm afraid not.

How about the senorita?

Me?

Sorry.

Could you go get me a pack of smokes?

There's a vending machine just downstairs.

No problem.

Go get her some, would you?

Me?!

Oh, sorry to ask again but

could you make it Castor Mild?

Of course!

Huh?

Please.

Whatever!

I would like to ask you something about Daisuke Sonezaki.

I don't know nothin'!

No, no, I mean...

you may be able to receive a portion of Daisuke Sonezaki's life insurance.

You should've said so in the first place!

I know a ton about that case.

Thank you.

At that time, you said you saw Hiromi Kasamatsu...

Well, I mean, at that time,

you said you saw Hiromi Sonezaki at the train station.

At that time, was there a witness who saw you there?

The ticket checker.

On that day

I rode too far, and I had to pay the difference.

That's why he remembered me.

By the way, you didn't go to Daisuke Sonezaki's funeral, did you?

Has that got something to do with the insurance?

Yes.

Well, that's cause

it wouldn't look good for the wife, ya know?

It's kinda hard to show your face when you're a mistress.

I see.

Forgive me for asking, but are you currently working?

Has that got something to do with the insurance?

Of course.

I quit just yesterday...

I can't make a livin' off of minimum wage, know what I'm sayin'?

Here.

What the hell is this?! These are Castors!

I told you Castor Mild!

You better be taking me out to a fancy Italian restaurant, got it?

Don't get so upset.

Why do I have to get yelled at?

[To: Yukiko Mizuoka]

[Amoeba Delivery Service]

Thanks.

Oh, uh, no problem.

I wish I could find happiness in this stinkin' job.

Good morning.

Good morning. I did some yoga yesterday, and my back made this weird sound.

What kind of a sound?

"Woosh".

Did you have better luck this time?

No way. There's no way he'll solve this.

But it seems kind of interesting.

Believe me, it's not! I'm not going out with him again.

Good morning...

And good morning to you.

Thank you so~ much for that fancy "Italian" cup ramen yesterday.

Oh, no problem at all.

By the way, what're you doing this next Saturday?

Work.

Well then what about Sunday?

Busy.

Then what about tonight?

I need to put in overtime.

Don't I look young? That's me 15 years ago.

Young... sure...

You wanted to know about Yukiko Mizuoka, right?

Yeah.

I wanted to know what she did after the murder.

I see... Yukiko Mizuoka

soon started working as a club hostess in the next town over.

May I have that back?

Sure.

Perhaps she lost her source of cash flow

since even being a mistress is like having an employer.

Wait right there, Shinichi! Where are your manners?

Good evening.

Oh, good evening.

That's my son, Shinichi.

Dull as a door nail.

Oh no, no...

He looked quite smart.

I could only wish so. Oh, have a seat.

Shiro Kasamatsu is such a prodigy,

while on the other hand my son is hardly making any progress.

Is Shiro-kun Hiromi Kasamatsu's son?

He's in the same grade.

He's that smart?

First in his class in everything he does.

I bet it's all that good food he gets to eat.

By the way, did Hiromi Kasamatsu open her cooking school right after the murder?

Um...

After the murder, it seems as though she moved to Nagano for 2 years or so.

Ehem...

Excuse me...

Yes?

Oh, are you the apartment manager?

That's right.

Don't I look like one?

I guess so.

Do I look too handsome to be doing this?

I guess not...

How rude!

Oh, sorry.

Uh... what happened to Yukiko Mizuoka in room 402?

She moved out yesterday.

Really?

She left everything!

Except for a single suitcase, she threw everything out.

Why would she do that?

Apparently she's going to buy everything new.

I thought we were in a recession. It's unfair!

Was there an eggplant box in the stuff she threw out...?

Something smells fishy about Yukiko Mizuoka.

Would someone who looks like she doesn't even cook buy a whole box full of eggplants?

I think so, too.

But perhaps it wasn't full of eggplants.

Even though it said "eggplant" on the box?

Even you put coins in a can for peas.

Yeah, what of it?

Oh, Juumonji! Did you get the buck naked burglar?

We're on it!

What the hell is she thinking going naked in this cold weather?

Doesn't make sense!

Actually it does!

When she flees the scene naked, witnesses remember a naked woman,

but they have no idea what her face looks like!

Ah, so that's why.

Why not ask some kids?

Huh?

Kids don't care about naked people. Maybe they saw her face.

I don't think so.

Stop talking crazy!

Look here,

kids have more interest in a naked person than we do.

Kiriyama...

Kiriyama...

Ki-ri-ya-ma...

Kids?!

He said my name 3 times!

Why didn't you say something?!

'Cause he's the ace of my class.

But he's Sanrou, right?

What's Sanrou?

It means it took him 3 extra years to get into college.

I knew it.

I can never beat someone who's been around longer.

You sound like you're actually depressed.

I was born in March. (School year starts in April)

So no matter what I did in school, I could never...

beat those born the year before in April.

This is so boring.

Hello... I'm not going on your investigation again.

What?

Egg salad?

Egg sandwich?

Egg sunny-side up?

Eggs scrambled?

No... Eggplant!

Yeah.

I got a bunch from Hiromi Kasamatsu.

Yeah.

I have no idea why.

Could you maybe make me something with them?

Putting on my new panties~ Hoppity hop!

This is probably overdoing it.

This is delicious!

Awesome!

Just what is this dish?

It's "Mabou Eggplant".

It's really good!

Damn good!

That much?

How did think up this great dish?

Well, you did have a lot of eggplant.

That's what cooking is all about.

Well usually you buy eggplant because you want to eat Mabou Eggplant, though.

Booya!

[Marriage Certificate]

I got it!

Huh?!

You're amazing!

What are you doing, Kiriyama-kun?

I had eggplants so you made Mabou Eggplant.

A crime happened so an accomplice appeared.

That's why!

Yeah.

Who's that?

I'm not sure.

Are you gonna look?

Who could it be?

Yes, who is it?

It's me, Kumamoto!

Oh, great.

Okay.

Sorry for popping in.

What's wrong?

Can I use your bathroom?

Go ahead.

Sorry.

The second I left the restaurant, I felt like I was gonna shit my pants!

I was starting to get worried, but then I remembered you lived nearby.

Don't worry; just hurry up.

Sorry about this.

No, not that way!

It's right over here.

Come here.

What's with him?

I got no idea.

Usually you would call first, don't you think?

Why are you so upset?

That was pretty quick.

Oh, Kiriyama-kun,

thank you.

Thank you so much.

Thank you.

I almost went in my pants.

Don't sweat it.

I feel so relieved!

If only Chekhov could have included this scene in "The Cherry Orchard".

Oh, Mikazuki-kun!

Oh... hi..

Kumamoto-san.

Why are you...

Mikazuki-kun...

Yes?

Kiriyama-kun...

Yes?

Don't tell anyone I took a crap here.

Especially not Matarai!

Of course we won't.

That makes me feel more relieved.

Well then, you two be well.

Don't lie around here uninvited either, Mikazuki-kun.

Of course I won't.

I'll be going then.

I don't see it anywhere.

Nothing.

Nope.

That's not it.

Not this one, eith...

That's right, I had a phone call from Hiromi Kasamatsu herself.

What'd she say?

"I wasn't able to treat you this past time, so why don't you come over for dinner?"

You going?

Of course I am!

But...

There's no going back now.

A sock puppet?

I've got a chance to find out the truth behind this case!

Yet another exaggeration...

Look you,

The difference between a meaningful life and a meaningless life

is only paper-thin!

Whatever, but if you're going,

I'd like you to do something for me.

Being able to do so much in the kitchen, I'm sure your husband must never want to let you go.

When I got married to my present husband,

I made the goal of always making him say the word, "delicious".

Hearing that everyday would be nice.

You're Shiro Kasamatsu, aren't you?

Yes.

Good evening.

See ya later, old man!

Okay!

They all call me "old man".

Why?

I don't know. I guess I act like an old guy.

I always did like this food.

Don't you like your mom's home cooking?

Kiriyama-san...

have you ever tried my mom's cooking?

Uh... No.

It's no good,

her cooking.

It always feels like I'm eating at someone else's house.

Don't you think that's saying too much?

Kiriyama-san...

I don't know what's going on,

but please be "radical" to my mother.

What did you think about that?

Uh... Isn't that acting like an old guy?

I see your point... bitchin'.

Was that Kiriyama-kun your boyfriend?

Oh, no. He's just my coworker.

Are you sure?

Of course.

Would you like another cup of coffee?

Yes, please.

It'll be just a moment; I have to make some more.

Actually, would you prefer some tea?

Oh, yes.

How much money do you think would fit in a box this big?

Hmm... about 3,000 dollars, I guess.

It'd surely be more than that!

Maybe around a million.

No way!

A million dollars would never fit in there!

Look here! You would need 10 million of these!

You are my superior, but...

Are you a retard?!

Why are thinking in terms of coins?!

Think in 100 dollar bills!

Kiriyama-kun! Kiriyama-kun!

What's up?

Take a look!

I just got this hot off the presses.

Huh? Really?!

[Hiromi Kasamatsu Gets Divorced]

This time I found something incredible at a crime scene. [Soobu Police Forensics Department]

Wanna see?

Yeah, sure.

Well, only because it's you.

What do you think?

A backwards post office mailbox.

Incredible, huh?

Yeah, I guess.

Where the hell do you put the mail in?

Maybe they don't want you to put mail in.

Kiriyama...

Get out.

What about the results that I asked for?

If you want to know, it'll be 10 bucks.

Looking at fingerprints costs 10 bucks.

Yeah, sure.

It's not counterfeit!

Just a safety measure.

It checks out.

The results were just as you predicted.

Just so you know,

what I explain from here on out

is simply the result of research for my hobby.

The case itself is no longer valid,

so even if you are the one who did it,

there is nothing I can do about it.

To begin with, I have had the support

of all those involved.

Everyone?

Yes.

Confessions of everyone involved have been necessary.

But...

I'll get straight to the point.

Hiromi Kasamatsu...

You were the one

who murdered your former husband, weren't you?

But I have an alibi.

That's just it.

The reason this case was never solved

was because a witnessed appeared not before,

but after the case had happened.

It's like, making Mabou Eggplant when you have eggplants lying around

instead of buying eggplants to make Mabou Eggplant.

That's why.

I feel that perhaps it was his betrayal and domestic violence

that caused you to kill him in the heat of the moment.

So you left once only to return later

and pretend that you simply discovered the body.

From the beginning, the police considered you a suspect.

However, all of sudden someone appeared to confirm your alibi.

Furthermore, that person was your former husband's mistress, Yukiko Mizuoka.

At around 9:00 p.m., the time of the murder,

she said that she saw you at a train station in another town.

This became the decisive alibi.

Yukiko Mizuoka,

it is she who appeared after the crime to become your accomplice.

You must've been surprised.

To have an accomplice appear out of nowhere.

How much do you want?

1 million.

With your talent, it's a doable amount, don't you think?

On one condition...

What?

I'll pay you in 15 years,

when the statute of limitations comes into effect.

I had no reason to kill my husband.

That's not true.

At the time of the crime, you were already

pregnant with the son of your lover, Michio Kasamatsu.

You had to protect your son and your image as an influential cook.

That's how everything came together in a moment.

You probably gave birth to your son at home in Nagano,

and then delayed submitting the birth certificate by 1 year in one way or another.

That's why you stayed in Nagano until Shiro-kun entered preschool.

Judging the age of another's child can be quite difficult.

You lied about your son's age when he entered preschool.

Those born in March can never catch up to those born in April the year before.

They all call me "old man".

I think that the son you had from your adulterous relationship

became the trigger for the course of events as we know them.

Do you have proof?

Well,

I have said before, I have no proof.

In its absence...

this is the box that you delivered to Yukiko Mizuoka.

The fingerprints on this label

and the spoon that Mikazuki-kun took from you were a match.

They were yours.

I haven't opened it yet, but I have a feeling it may be money.

Yukiko Mizuoka,

your accomplice's pay off.

This is all that I have deducted.

After that, I can only ask that you are honest about what happened.

Actually,

I never knew my mother or father.

I was left behind before I had a chance to form a memory of them.

From that point, I've just been passed off from one relative to the next.

That's why I...

never had a chance to know real "home" cooking.

So that's the reason for starting home cooking?

Yes.

I was starving for something that would feel like home.

I didn't want to lose it.

I wanted to have an ideal family.

No matter what.

But now my husband has left me, and so it has all been for nothing.

No matter how much time passes,

the fact that I killed someone won't change.

From here on,

I have no choice but to make phony "home cooking".

I don't think so.

What?

It was your son.

He said something to me.

"My mom's food is usually just for show, so sometimes I miss not being able to eat it."

He said that?

Oh, here...

Take a look inside.

What?

Kasamatsu-san,

the case is no longer under investigation,

so there is nothing to be afraid of.

However, since I would not want to worry you

for being so cooperative, I thought of something for you.

Ah, here it is...

my "I won't tell anyone" card.

I'll stamp my seal here,

so please feel free to carry it with you.

Here you are.

[Hiromi Kasamatsu, I won't tell anyone about this case. Shuuichirou Kiriyama]

Maybe I can't understand what he's thinking about after all.

For the streaking burglar, do you know how I caught her?

Hmm...

Kiriyama, got any ideas?

Not really...

Can't really expect too much from you, can we?

I caught her with the help of...

kids!

Kids don't care so much about seeing someone naked, you know?

That's when it came to me.

And just like I thought, some kid had a good look at that lady's face.

Oh, Hayato Juumonji,

the interrogation room is ready.

Alright! Time to open a can of whoop ass

on that bare-bottomed broad!

Hachi-san!

Oh, sorry. I wasn't really listening.

Kiriyama...

You missed the punchline.

It seems as though someone's sorry ass is wearing a trench coat.

Kiriyama-kun was the first one to mention asking kids, right?

Well, he's actually pretty nice most of the time.

That makes us feel even more sorry for him.

I bet he'll never be able to marry.

It'd be funny if it was Juumonji who dropped that marriage certificate, wouldn't it?

What's that?

You know, the one I picked up off the floor.

The one that Kiriyama-san filled out.

What exactly happened to that?

Don't you have it?

It disappeared!

You wouldn't have swiped it, would you, Mikazuki-kun?

Why would I take it?

Help me look for it then!

I need to go on patrol, so I'll be going now.

That was too close.

Next time on Jikou Keisatsu...

The girl jumped from a bridge, and the guy blew himself up! Kaboom!

[The Tragedy of the Olympic Sisters]

[A sneeze goes achoo! But... This drama is fiction. All people and groups have no relation to those living or dead.]

Translation by Kazuya5661@yahoo.com Timing thanks to Tianj Original timing by kkal3@korea.com