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"Forensic Laboratory"

Human blood.

The analysis of its residue
is crucial in forensics.

In murder cases, the victim's blood
might be on the murderer's clothing

and if they struggled, the murderer's
blood might be on the victim.

Bloodstains are always examined
in such cases.

Suspects will try to talk their way out,

but the truth is determined
through the following methods.

First, bloodstains at a crime scene.

The shape, position and velocity
give insight into what happened.

The blood is tested to see if it is human,

and if it is, the next step
is to determine the group.

To determine blood groups,

serum A is added to blood B
under a microscope

to see whether or not
the mixture agglutinates.

There are other methods.

The Q blood group uses pig serum,

and the E blood group uses eel serum,
for example.

Another blood group system

developed in Britain and the U.S.
during World War II

uses the Rh factor found in both
Rhesus monkeys and humans.

Those who have the Rh factor
are Rh-positive,

and those who do not are Rh-negative
in this system.

16 such systems
have been discovered to date,

and if each person were tested
according to them all,

people could be categorized
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Like fingerprints,

each person could be identified
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But sometimes there isn't
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so such precise evaluations
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Incidentally, to identify blood types,

saliva, semen, vaginal secretion,

gastric juice, bile, urine, feces,
pleural effusion,

ascites, fingernails, bones, hair, teeth,

and dental calculus can also be used.

A cigarette butt for example,

or a licked and pasted stamp,

or semen from a rape
can identify blood type.

But this is only true for secretors,

and for non-secretors, their blood types

don't match the types
their other body fluids indicate,

and it should be noted that the latter
comes out as type O.

"The Hunter's Diary"

Directed by Ko Nakahira

It's over now.

But I was supposed to die sooner.

That man with a low voice shined
a light just once on my ashen life,

so I held out for 6 more months.

But he's a stranger
and we'll never meet again.

She was Keiko Obana, age 19.

A Kyokuto Life Insurance keypuncher.

Suicide from a nervous breakdown.

- Did she leave a note?
- No.

But she had tendonitis,
a keypuncher's occupational disease,

and her handprints were on the windowsill,

which match eyewitness accounts.

- "Stress kills keypuncher."
- No story there.

Please.

We're done verifying.

Did your sister seem different to you?

Not really.

Did she ever stay out overnight?

Never...

No wait, she came home in the morning
just once.

When was that?

About 6 months ago now.

Why do you ask?

Well...

It's hard for me to tell you,

but your sister was pregnant.

- That's impossible!
- 5 months.

It's probably why she killed herself.

As far as the police is concerned,
we'll let you know

but won't publicize it.

She slept with a man just once.
Didn't even know his name.

It said so in her diary.

She sang "Zigeunerleben" at a Shinjuku bar.

What a fool she was. Such a fool!

With a man she just met...

"Honda"

"The Hunter's Diary"

Keiko Obana. That's her, all right.

April 16. Dinner at a hotel.

The lukewarm wind aroused my desire to hunt.

Went barhopping in Shinjuku, drank scotch.

Ran into my prey at the 4th bar Bois.

Brought her down.

The Process.

At the strolling musicians' request,

I sang "Zigeunerleben," my specialty.

Then a smooth alto voice joined from above.

It was dramatic. We sang repeatedly.

Got a thrill out of
not being able to see her.

A slim girl. The prey basically
flung herself at me.

After barhopping,
went to a motel in Yotsuya.

I remember using the place before.

She didn't resist
and gave in silently to my caresses.

Like a human sacrifice,

she tried to accommodate me,

but her every muscle was rigid
from nervousness,

and she never stopped trembling.

Conquered her 2 hours later.

Virgin.

My prey slept soundly in my arms
for 3 hours.

Her handbag had very little within,

so I slipped her
a few thousand yen unnoticed.

According to her ID,
she's Keiko Obana, age 19,

a Kyokuto Life Insurance keypuncher.

P.S.

September 10.

6 months after our rendezvous,

my prey committed suicide.

She had a nervous breakdown
according to reports.

Rest in peace.

Starring

Noboru Nakaya

Masako Togawa

Kazuo Kitamura

They're the roaming band of gypsies

With shining eyes and beautiful hair

Soaked in the waters of the Nile

Their skin glistens brilliantly

Do you play that song often?

It's not a popular request nowadays.

Do you recall playing it 6 months ago?

6 months?

In this bar. You played it
on the first floor.

- I don't remember. Do you?
- No.

You must remember.

A man and a woman sang
to your music. Many times.

The woman was an alto
and sang it in 2 parts.

The man was a notable bass
with clean-cut features.

I know. You mean Mr. Honda.
He doesn't come to Shinjuku lately.

Who is this Mr. Honda?

I don't know his job but he sure could sing.

He used to lead a university choir.

Which university?

It sounded like "ABC."
Well, not exactly,

but something like that.

Asia something university, I think.

"Asia Morals University"

A call, Professor Matsuyama.

It's from a marriage agency.

A marriage agency?

I'm Matsuyama of the Faculty of Music.

I'd like to ask about a graduate,
Mr. Ichiro Honda, who sang in the choir.

Oh, Honda. Sure, go ahead.

Yes, he was a brilliant student.

He was a bass, which is hard to find.

He was also a humanitarian
in that he saved a dying baby

by going to Fukuoka to donate blood.

This made headlines back then.

It was big news because his blood type
was extremely rare.

What was this extremely rare blood type?

Hmm... I forget.

But our school's Biology Institute
could tell you.

His blood type
won't hinder marriage, though.

Incidentally, Honda never visits us,

but is he still at the Palace Hotel?

I hear he's a successful
electronic computer consultant.

Yes, well, I'll tell him
to drop by sometime.

Honda's getting married.

What? That's strange.
He got married long ago.

To a rich girl he met at school in the US.

Oh, right!

He married the daughter
of the chairman of Kansai Trading.

Is this the Palace Hotel front desk?

I need to know
Mr. Ichiro Honda's room number.

This is JC Airways.

Mr. Ichiro Honda is in room 305.

What? Yes, he has a low voice.

A computer engineer at Showa Seiki.

He's in Osaka on weekends and away
on business Tuesdays & Thursdays.

Yes, today's Tuesday, so he's probably...

Oh, here he is now. One moment.

That won't be necessary.

Sir...

All right, stop there.

Welcome back. Writing a script again?

No, doing some research.

I heard that he lives in a fine hotel.

He's a screenwriter and has to change
his surroundings for inspiration.

Lonely, huh?

I was gone for 4 days.

"Soubra."

"Monsieur Soubra."

"My name is Soubra."

"Bonsoir, miss. Will you go out
with me tonight?"

- Let's get this.
- No, it's too loud.

We want mood music.

No, it's for newlyweds.

Think about when it'll be used
in their apartment.

Yeah, "Walls have ears."
Right, Ms. Aikawa?

What? Oh, you choose.

This, then. Let's get it gift-wrapped.

This, please.

Let's go visit them now.

I've been invited out tonight, sorry.

You never come with us.

What a downer.

A lonely spinster, hurt by
a younger coworker's marriage.

"Invited out," huh?

All I do now is set a little trap.

One, two, three, four...

Five. Go!

- "Pardon me!"
- It's all right.

"Is the movie theater further up?"

It's further up.

There's no elevator so it's a pain.

"This film is my country
so I came to see it."

- Are you French?
- "No, Algerian."

"My name is Soubra."

"I came to Japan to study."

So the film is set in your country.

It must have changed after independence.

So I live a carefree life by myself.

I got proposed 2, 3 times,
but I said no because it was a pain.

I mean,

why should I humor a man
and become housewifely?

You wouldn't understand, would you?

"But I do understand. I'm alone, too."

"But I'm not happy like you are."

OK, I'll make you happy just for today.

Let's go to another place.

"I'll accompany you."

No, I'll pay this time!

"It's all right, I have money."

"How much?"

No man has ever come here before.
You're special.

It'll get warm soon.
Rest here for a while.

Your country is warm so it must feel cold.

Take off your coat.

Don't be a bad boy.

"Cashier Killed,
2 a.m. in Kinshihori Apartment"

This apartment...

This face...

Wasn't she one of my recent preys?

"Single Woman Murdered"

Kimiko Tsuda, October 16.

A.M., business in Chiba.

To Tokyo Rakutenchi after work.

Went into a basement dance hall.

A bad girl type. Talked to me first.

An open personality.

Told me her workplace was closed today.

Took me to a recreation center
after a few dances.

I was a 2nd-gen Japanese buyer.

People having a good time.

She suggested we use the family bath.

Frolicking and lusting in the bath.

The scent and salt content of the spa
left an aftertaste.

We ran out of time
just when things were getting good.

The cleaning lady seemed curious.

My prey gave me a map to her place.

That's her.

Reports say that the night she was killed

a man came and had sex with her.

Maybe she was a call girl of sorts?

The men she slept with will be investigated.

Me too, then?

No, I'll be fine.

I only went to her apartment once,
and as Mr. Soubra at that.

But...

No, even if worse comes to worst
I have an alibi.

When she was killed, I was with...

You're the man
I'd been waiting for all this time.

You're welcome to come visit me
whenever you want.

I...

I'll be waiting for only you.

P.S.

November 5.

Kimiko Tsuda was murdered.

In any case,

there's no way I'll be suspected
for this murder.

The case has nothing to do with me.

I've no interest in art appreciation.

But I've hunted down
quality preys here before.

What a fabulous curve.
Not the sculpture.

My next prey that's drawing it.

"You're very good."

"Japanese people are good at art.
They rival the French."

Are you from overseas?

"Correspondent for the London Times."

"I came to Tokyo 2 weeks ago."

"I'd like to see more of the city
but nobody will show me around."

Smart Japanese women love foreigners.

Will this girl pretend her mind is
elsewhere when we're having sex?

"Mitsuko, I have a good idea.
Let's go for a drink."

"Let us off at that hotel."

No! I must go home!

Please drive to Asagaya!

"To Asagaya."

Won't you come in?

You must take off your shoes. Too bad.

"Shoes, shoes."

That's my name.

"Kosugi"

"Small cedar."

"Funny." Amusing, isn't it?

"It's a cute name."

"Obana"

"Tail" and "flower."

Easy, right?

"Simple."

This person moved in recently.
Right above my room.

Obana?

The name sounds familiar.

But I can't remember.

"Yes, please."

My prey is about to give in.

She's so resistant.

I wonder why?

I'm sorry. I can't today.

"You have a boyfriend, don't you?"

No, I swear I don't!

I really am attracted to you.

"Telephone number?"

Please call before 10 p.m.

The caretaker will answer,
so say my room number.

You're welcome to come visit me
whenever you want.

I...

I'll be waiting for only you.

She's probably sound asleep at this hour.

She's been strangled!

Who did it?

Who did such a thing?

Did she have another lover?

But...

To Yotsuya-sanchome.

Kimiko Tsuda was strangled.

Fusako Aikawa was, too.

Are those murders related?

But they have nothing to do with me.
Nothing.

Am I spreading death around everywhere I go?

What if the women I touch are dying?

Ridiculous!

That couldn't possibly be true!

December 22.
Fusako Aikawa was murdered.

I knew her too. Shocked.

But it's only a coincidence
that they were both my preys.

It's not in the news.

Then...

Has Fusako Aikawa not been found

and is still lying dead in her room?

Come in.

Toa Printing wants personnel advice

for when they install the computer.

I'll look into it over my break.

I'm spending the holidays with family.

Please give my regards
to your father-in-law.

He's very generous so he trusts us
to run this company,

but we're always so busy thanks to him!

I'm just kidding.

He couldn't possibly handle
all of his companies single-handedly.

It's best to let employees run them.

My wife is his only child, after all.

She is, isn't she? It must be lonely.

But at least he has a fine son-in-law.

I'm not worthy.

I owe my position here to my father-in-law.

I can't even take care of myself
and live in a hotel.

Being apart from your wife must be trying.

Why not get a house over here?

My wife is into oil painting now
and is always in her studio.

I guess seeing each other
once a week works for us.

The secret to a successful marriage?

When are you leaving for Osaka?

On tomorrow's flight.

"Typist Murdered
Lived Alone in Apartment"

Welcome home.

I'm home every week. Why are you here?

I reserved seats
at a Shinsaibashi nightclub.

To spend Christmas Eve with you.

We spent one Eve in a nightclub in NY.

Yes, we did.

We had nowhere else to go.

So we went to the same place on the 31st.

At midnight everyone randomly
started kissing each other.

Everything was peaceful and calm...

And so happy.

We were happy.

We used to be happy.

Are you all right?

Where's Father?

He's gone to bed.

Put that in our bedroom and go to bed.

If only I could understand
the message in your art.

You shocked me back there.

You must be tired.

It must have been that dance.
Too risqué for me.

Yes, it's all my fault.

You're healthy,

but my body can't meet your demands anymore.

- So even that dance...
- No.

That's not true.

Ever since that day in Mexico, I'm impotent.

It's not just your fault.

Let's not worry about it.

I wonder why we didn't get divorced?

Was it because of our religion?

We've drifted apart
but it doesn't mean our love has died.

What you said just now...

Did you mean it?

Why do you ask?

Because I still...

I still consider you my better half.

"It's deformed. It has no bones."

"You should dispose of it."

"I'll keep my mouth shut for $300."

Why was our baby like that?

A baby without any bones...

Why?

We used to be happily married like them.

Until our lives were shattered

when the shock of giving birth
to a deformed baby

left Taneko impotent.

We tried desperately to pick up the pieces.

But I couldn't divorce Taneko.

My social standing depends on her family.

I'm too much of a coward
to face this problem,

so maybe I hunt for women to escape.

Mitsuko Kosugi!

She might be killed, too!

She's the only woman left
who could vouch for me!

"Oh, Mitsuko? Finally, you answered."

"I've been trying
to get a hold of you many times."

It's winter vacation.
Students go back home.

"Today is a national holiday
so it's a day off."

"You'll see me, won't you?"

"No, I need to talk to you."

"I want to see you
as soon as possible."

Just a moment.

"Yes, at 11:30 tonight..."

"At your apartment."

"I'll be there for sure."

"Yes, see you."

She's all right.
That was a waste of a good worry.

This reminds me
of when Fusako Aikawa was killed.

"Are you in?"

Is she in another room?
She told me to come at this hour.

This tie...

It should be back at my Yotsuya hideout.

What the hell?

What the hell?

Do I call the cops or the caretaker?

But if I become involved,
my social standing will be ruined.

In any case, that's my tie
around that body's neck.

I can't just leave it there.

But why on earth?

What for?

Who did it and why?

Someone's trying to frame me!

I won't be trapped!

All right.

What the hell is going on?

Why?

Why is the door locked?

But I have no time to lose!

My shoes are gone!

Must be a fire.

Maybe my real tie is still left inside here?

Gone.

Someone came and set this trap!

My diary is gone!

Gone!

It's disappeared!

"A Serial Killer?"

"Vital Evidence Discovered On Site"

Will I be mistaken as the serial killer?

They'll come for me.

But they'll come for me tomorrow.

Not today.

We present the following as evidence.

These are his custom-made Italian shoes,

found from the victim's closet
along with the body.

They laughed when I told them
my shoes had vanished.

These shoes were the first lead.

His fingerprints and Mitsuko Kosugi's
were found upon analysis.

This stocking was used
to strangle Fusako Aikawa.

It was seized from a futon bag
the defendant sent from Yotsuya

to his father in Kagoshima.

That's just impossible.

How did it get in that futon bag?

This tie was used to kill Mitsuko Kosugi,

and was seized from the same futon bag.

I don't even know

where to start with that tie.

Did the coroner find signs
that Ms. Kosugi struggled?

No conclusive evidence, but

there was blood
under the victim's right-hand nails.

What was the blood type?

Type AB Rh-negative.

- What was the victim's type?
- O.

And the defendant's?

Type AB Rh-negative.

When was this known?

When the defendant was a student

his university's Biology Institute
had him tested.

When you were interrogating him,

did you see if the defendant
had any wounds on his body?

We had no warrant for physical examination

but we did notice scabs on his left cheek.

The defendant's blood type?

Type AB Rh-negative.

And the type of his semen?

Secretor, type AB Rh-negative.

To testify to the facts
leading to the arrest,

we call Mr. Sakamoto, Mukai, Kodama,
Aizawa, Yamaguchi and Fujisawa,

these 6 witnesses to the stand.

Call as many as you want.
I'm not guilty!

He went home on weekends,

and was away Tuesdays and Thursdays.

He appeared from the direction
of the apartment

and about 20 meters before it...

He suddenly appeared and said,
"To Yotsuya-sanchome."

We passed by an emergency vehicle...

He was a mild-mannered nice man.
What? A scratch?

He had a bandage here when he moved out.

It's a trap.

Killing the women who'd vouch for me.

I've been framed.

But who on earth could have done this
and why?

I have no idea.

On the count of Kimiko Tsuda's murder,

not guilty due to lack of evidence.

On the counts of Fusako Aikawa and

Mitsuko Kosugi's murders, guilty as charged.

The defendant Ichiro Honda
is sentenced to death.

Mr. Hatanaka!
You're Honda's next defense counsel.

Do you expect to overturn the verdict?

No.

Then why take on the case?

Unless I work on something,
I'll be chased out of my new office.

Who's he?

He's the guy who quit
after criticizing the system.

He doesn't look like a righteous man
who opposes power.

Sir, Mr. Kato is waiting for you.

Oh, I should hurry, then.

Mr. Wada.

I've been looking for you.

Is this urgent? A client is waiting.

It won't take long.

This memo that I got from you...

The list of Ichiro Honda's women.

What about it?

Why didn't you call them as witnesses
in the 1st trial?

That's obvious.

Did he strangle them too?

He was already considered to be
quite the womanizer.

Think about the tone of the media.

"Lecher"! "Enemy of Women"!
The odds were against him.

We had no chance. So I wanted to
at least get him a reduced sentence.

Then the defense thought he'd done it?

Innocent or not, our hands were tied
without evidence!

Excuse me. Come on.

Please leave.

The police came too,
but I don't know Ichiro Honda.

I'm sorry. Must have been mistaken.

Did Honda sleep with married women, too?

In any case, I won't get any answers here.

To escape loneliness and

To give each other warmth

We were united in marriage

But there was no escaping solitude

So the two of us parted

And?

I'd like to know if Ichiro Honda
had any kinks.

Like strangling me, you mean?

Did the police come to ask you the same?

Yes, in great detail. They probably

wanted me to say that he choked me
during sex,

but alas, he was quite vanilla.

He had no kinks, then?

Unless having sex itself is kinky, then no.

Please tell me how you met.

Just good timing. I felt lonesome

and he held out an umbrella.

The paper kind with a double ring.

And that nasal, accented Japanese...

A romantic half-Japanese man.

And he said he imported movies for TV.

How many times did you two meet?

Once. Just once.

Shh!

Thank you very much for your time.

One last thing.

Do you think Ichiro Honda

is a murderer with abnormal sexuality?

I actually believe his preposterous
claim that he knew nothing.

Preposterous claim, huh...

Is this philandering killer worth defending?

The proof is manifest
but he still denies it.

You mean he's an "Enemy of Women"?

Maybe this man is really not guilty.

That's how an attorney
should be studying a case.

Ms. Fuji, you're an attorney
in the making,

so re-examine this case that way.

I just spoke to a woman
who had relations with Honda.

She wasn't angry. She likes him, even.

So why would such a man
suddenly become kinky

and strangle just those three women?

Hatanaka Law Office.

Hold on. Sir, it's from the hospital.

Hello? The baby's arrived?

It's a boy?

Is he in good health?

Really? Great!

Tell your mother I love her.

Your baby's born? Congratulations!

Well, I've got time so I'll go now.

I'd like to see your baby, too.

No, I'm off to see the women on this list.

It's my wife's fifth birth.

She can handle it.

These are just a fraction
of the women Honda slept with,

and if even one of them
has ever been choked,

then he's a pervert.

But somehow I don't believe it.

Mitsuko is at work now.
May I help you?

No, I need to know where her friend is.

I see. My daughter's
at the Josei University library.

I'll go there later then.

What a cute baby.

- Is he Mitsuko's?
- Yes...

I mean, no, he's not.

That's definitely Mitsuko Ono's baby.

It says on the list that she's single.

Next is Kyoko Matsuda, age 19.

Sorry to interrupt you, but...

Me? It's OK.

Excuse me. A tokoroten, please.

Hey, that sounds good, mister. Me too.

So I hear you knew Ichiro Honda.

Yeah, met him about a year ago.

Did he come to your café?

No, he sat next to me in the movie theater.

He said he was American
so I said my aunt was there.

We sort of hit it off,

so we drank lots of gin fizz at a bar.

So tell me,

was he kinky like the papers said?

The police came and asked if he choked me.

I told them no way, he's no pervert.

Though he was a bit persistent.

Tried lots of positions.

You pay for the tokoroten.

Bye.

Nobody ever came to visit him, though.

And we were told not to let anyone in.

But he was a quiet, nice man.

I shouldn't have testified carelessly

that he had a bandage when he moved.

About those cuts on his cheek, he says

that a broom with razor blades
fell out of his closet.

So that must be why.

When he was moving
he said that he was missing a broom.

But the apartment's broom
was always standing right there.

Thank you for your time.

Oh, one more thing.

This isn't really reliable info,

but my wife was sweeping the stairs

and heard a woman crying in his room
when he was gone.

But it's like a ghost story
and the cops just laughed at us.

Thank you.

His death penalty will stand at this rate.

He was a kind man.

I don't know what I would have done
without him.

What do you mean?

That baby you saw earlier?

He's Ichiro Honda's son.

I see.

We met just once in a hotel.

But now my son makes life worth living.

You didn't make him admit paternity?

My giving birth was none of his business.

I decided to do it on my own.

But isn't it natural to feel anger
or hatred for such an irresponsible...

But he doesn't know. He can't help it.

Do you think I'm a fool?

May I have that photo
if you have any extras?

You're telling him?

Unless you want me to,
I'll mind my own business.

Never mind about the photo.

I get how the value of children
hits home once you have them.

My fifth was born earlier today,

and I'm happy.

Thank you for telling me your story.

Mr. Hatanaka.

Keep this.

Mr. Hatanaka!

I came nearby and figured I'd drop by.

I pity Ichiro Honda somewhat now.

How so?

If only his baby had been born healthy.

I learned that the death of their
first baby destroyed his marriage.

When I think what such a man would do...

His desires unmet, Honda was released

into a city filled with frustration.

If he were to appear there now,

so many women would fall for him.

Today's morals wouldn't forgive him,

but I refuse to accept
the first ruling that judged him

to be a villain in the legal sense.

Honda must see this and rouse himself,

or we don't stand a chance in court.

Rewrite "The Hunter's Diary"?

But it'd never be used as evidence.

The trial begins in December.

We'll lose if we go empty-handed.

The media will just lap it up.

Nobody cares about what I have to say.

"Lecher"! "Enemy of Women"!
"Pervert"!

I've had enough!

That's more like it.

You must take a stand like that.

I understand your position.
Let's make the judge see, too.

That's impossible.

You don't understand.

Just leave me alone.

I've been eliminated from society.

I won't let them judge you with morals.

The law is everything in court.

Mr. Honda, be brave!

Your wife's father Mr. Hara hired me.

How will they feel if you're convicted
of false charges?

I do my best, but you must also do
whatever you can!

At first, the blood from the victim's nails

was reported as just type AB.

After Ichiro Honda's arrest,

the police found out
that he was AB Rh-negative

and hurriedly retested the evidence.

When the result showed Rh-negative,

it basically clinched Honda's guilt.

Other type AB secretions were detected

from the victims,
but these aren't so conclusive.

Why not?

Rh type can't be tested in secretions.

So a plain type AB secretion sample
is commonplace.

Honda has another disadvantage
besides his blood type.

He has no alibi.

Right.

On November 5,

when Kimiko Tsuda was killed,

he says he was with Fusako Aikawa.

On December 22,

when Fusako was killed,

he says that he was together with

Mitsuko Kosugi, killed on January 15.

Like that singer said,

it's an unbelievably preposterous statement,

but if there were another

"Killer X," then the story takes on
a whole new aspect.

Why did X commit a series of murders
to erase Honda's alibis?

To frame Ichiro Honda?

Exactly!

A trap.

In fact, X didn't kill the women first

then try to put the blame on Honda.

The physical evidence is flawless,

meaning X killed those women
to frame Ichiro Honda.

So the motive for the murders

isn't Honda's abnormal sex drive,
but a grudge against him.

Who hates him,

and would plot revenge against him?

To find out, I need him to recall
his "Hunter's Diary."

But sir, will the court accept such a view?

No, they won't.

Without concrete physical evidence,

they won't retract their ruling.

So as Honda's defense counsel,

we need to bring to light
how all the solid physical evidence

presented in court until now
has been fabricated.

First of all,

the blood under the victim's nails.

How did Killer X find AB Rh-negative people,

and draw their blood for the crime?

We must thoroughly investigate the method.

There are many ways
of determining blood groups,

but you're asking about type AB
and Rh-negative at that,

so according to the ABO system

a person with AB blood is 10 in 100.

A person with Rh-negative blood is 1 in 200.

So that means a person who has
AB Rh-negative blood is 1 in 2,000.

1 in 2,000?

That's 5,000 of them in Tokyo alone.

The key here is, though,

how many of those people
know their own blood type,

and are in a position
where others would know, too?

By that you mean...

People who got blood transfusions.

Or blood banks?

Yes, blood banks would have
a complete list of donors.

"Free Blood Tests"

So you went to all the blood banks in Tokyo?

How many AB Rh-negative donors were there?

27 Rh-negatives
and only 6 of them were type AB.

That's surprisingly few.

Did anyone else come check the list
of donors within this year or so?

No, not recently.
But within a year or so?

I heard at another blood bank that

some hospital called last October

asking about AB Rh-negative blood donors.

They said a baby needed transfusion.

The disease was called erythro...

Erythrolastosis fetalis.

They called here, too.

It's now called
hemolytic disease of the newborn,

so I thought it odd for a hospital.

Which names did you tell that person?

These people.

Great. Did you check that hospital?

Yes. What a surprise.

The hospital never had such a patient
last year.

All right. I'll get a private eye
to investigate those 6 donors.

You go to Asia Morals University
and ask about Honda.

We still haven't solved how Killer X
discovered his blood type.

So that "marriage agency"
asked about his blood type?

Yes, so I told them
that it wouldn't hinder marriage.

Here's that story about Honda in the papers.

"Student Saves Baby
with Erythroblastosis fetalis"

This says "Erythrobiastosis fetalis."

Whoever called the blood banks
used this article.

The woman who called the university?

The private eye checked up on

those 6 donors that you told me about.

One of these is a 42-year old woman.

Sex can be determined by blood now,
so we'll exclude her.

Killer X must have gotten blood
from the other men.

I told a friend at a paper
and borrowed name cards.

Go talk to this intern
Kotaro Yamazaki first.

The Tokyo Newspaper?

I'm writing a piece on blood drives.

I heard you're an Rh-negative donor.

I haven't donated recently.

You mean none at all?

For over a year.

No blood drawn between
last November and this February?

I just told you no!

Sorry. I'll ask someone else, then.

Blood drives are so outdated.

Some 3rd rate magazine
came to ask about donating semen.

That's more interesting.

Yuzo Osawa, age 58.

He lives to drink spirits
with some tofu every day.

A beer!

Hey, I've seen you at the blood bank before.

Really?

I just went today and sold 200cc.

I'll buy you one.

Really? Thanks.

Give me another.

You're lucky you can sell your blood.

Even if I go try to sell mine,

they tell me it's not good enough.

You haven't gone recently?

When did I see you last?

It's been a year now.

You're willing to sell it, though?

Of course.

First of all, I've got a rare blood type

called AB Rh-negative.
It's really worth a lot.

But no one will buy it from me.

Oops, just remembered something.

I'll pay for another drink.

Have this, too.

Nobody would draw blood from this alcoholic.

X would go for a man more like Honda.

Seiji Tanigawa,
film processing lab employee.

Goes to a massage parlor
in Shinjuku-nichome Mondays and Fridays.

His favorite is Yasue Terada.
Sells copies of porn to earn cash.

Welcome. This way.

Who would you like?

Yasue... Yasue Terada.

Pay in advance, please.

- How much?
- 1,300 yen.

Today is Friday.

Tanigawa should be here around now.

Old guys like you come, too?

Don't. He's tired of his wife, probably.

Oh, he's finally done.
Looks so satisfied. Extra service?

No way. I just sat
in the steam bath, right?

Liar. You're so persistent.

- I'll be at the offal grill.
- I'll go later.

I'm still waiting for my usual girl.

Welcome.

First time here.

I want a girl who gives good service.

And bring me sake.

That's him.

There's Tanigawa.

Thank you very much.

And you're...?

Yamada. A friend recommended you.

This way.

Using the steam bath?

Does everyone use it here?

It's your first time, isn't it?

Can you tell?
My friend said it'd be fun.

OK, I'll give you great service.

That guy before me was Tanigawa, right?

Oh, you know him?

He showed me fun films before.

You're naughty.

He's a regular of mine.
Comes twice a week.

He must be in love with you.

No, he was in love with the woman before me.

I started working after her,
so I'm her stand-in basically.

Do you workers here quit often?

They do when a new place opens,
taking regulars.

I'm already an old-timer at 9 months.

If he's been coming before you,

that's a pretty long time.

Only two days.

He liked his first time here so much
that he came again 2 days later.

And that happened to be my first day.

He must be special to you then.

No at all.

My first day was Christmas Eve,

so I had to handle lots of drunk men.

Your first day was Christmas Eve?

So Tanigawa first came here
on December 22 last year.

Fusako Aikawa was killed that day.

Is this a coincidence?

Let me out. I have to go now.

What, you don't want a massage?
Take your time.

Welcome.

Hey, glad I ran into you.

Mr. Tanigawa, right?

How's the film business?

- Who are you?
- I'm...

A newspaper?

Film? What film?

Nothing, I just heard
that you processed films.

I wanted to ask about blood drives.

Oh, that.

I don't sell blood anymore.
Not lucrative.

But I heard that you donated in mid-January.

Mid-January this year?

By then it wasn't blood he lost.
Right?

Oh, shut up.

More sake! For him, too!

- No, I...
- I'll buy you.

Thanks, then.

So if not blood, then a massage parlor?

Mr. Tanigawa's a big fan
of that place,

so he brings me business, too.

There's a hot woman there?

Just once on my first day.

Now it's no fun anymore.

Can't get over her? How romantic.

Yeah, exactly. Tell him
about your massage parlor romance.

Around the end of last year,
a woman stood by me at a pub

and bought me lots of drinks.

Said she worked at a massage parlor
and gave me a note.

- What note?
- Show him.

He's kept it all this time.

This.

Such good handwriting.

"I'll be waiting at 9 p.m.
the day after tomorrow, the 22nd."

"Kyoko."

So you went?

Yeah, I went.

My first time
and she treated me like a king.

And she didn't even charge me extra.

I fell head over heels
and brought her a gift on Christmas Eve,

but by then she was gone. Damn it,

I wonder where she went?

Give me another!

What was she like?

She had great eyes.
Big eyes with double eyelids

and she'd gaze into mine.

She made me feel faint.

She had nice lips, too.

Mr. Tanigawa.

"Big eyes with double eyelids"
isn't enough.

Did she have other distinctive traits?

Sure.

A sexy mole on the right side of her nose.

Her boobs were big and well shaped, too.

Search for her, will you?

I'd go anywhere to see her again.

The fourth man, Ryosuke Sada.

Cosmetics salesman.

Private eye reports
that he sells gems illegally.

You're a private eye, aren't you?

I knew I'd be asked about her someday.

Look, she called me out
to a motel room, but seemed refined.

Bought the diamonds without haggling.

When she offered me beer
I thought she fancied me.

It was flattering.

But that's all. I didn't touch her.

When I came to, I was lying there alone.

The maid told me that the woman had left.

I panicked.

A guy I knew had everything stolen
from him that way once.

But in my case, the diamond money
and my other gems were all intact.

It was totally baffling.

Give me another sushi.

I was told those diamonds were fake

from a jeweler friend of mine later on.

I never meant to rip her off on purpose.

I wanted to give her a refund,

but I knew nothing about her
except that she had a sexy mole.

A mole?

On the right side of her nose.

She kept trying to hide it, but...

You sold her the diamonds on...?

Hmm... Hold on a second.

It was January 14.

January 14?

Mitsuko Kosugi was killed on the 15th.

Mystery woman strikes the day before...

Welcome. Here alone?

Yeah.

Mitchan's fooling around again?

Yes, she goes with anyone who asks.

That gentleman is waiting, too.

Wow, she's so popular.

It depends on the money.
She's cold that way.

Yeah. Remember?

On her birthday,

her patron threw a party for her here

but then she got a call
and just took off without us.

She popped back about an hour later

and showed us the 10,000 yen she got.

For an hour that's generous.

But it was just that once.

Her flings never last.
Her suitors tire of her dryness.

I'll call her later.

You're leaving already?

I wonder where she is?

Hey... Never mind.

Sorry about that.

Thank you.

Don't forget me. Call me again. Bye.

- You're Mitchan?
- Yes, I am.

I'd been waiting for you.

- Sorry. Let's go upstairs.
- No, here is fine.

I'm an attorney.

Thanks.

I'm looking into blood drives.

Have you donated recently?

No, I haven't.

I decided not to sell blood anymore
on my birthday.

I make resolutions on my birthdays.

Next year on January 15,
I'm resolving to quit this gay bar.

Your birthday's January 15?

Yes, it's on a national holiday.

I heard you had a generous customer.

Oh, who told you?

Everyone was talking.

Generous, huh?
I did get paid, but he was weird.

He called me out to a motel.

He made me take a bath
while he was fully clothed.

Maybe "he" was really a woman?

I don't know. But he was different
from my usual customers.

People with moles are perverts.

So this strange customer had a mole?

Yeah, right here.
So that was a woman?

- Gross!
- Hey, stop!

He was the one who had blood stolen.

"Ryosuke Sada"

He was slipped drugged beer.

Then what about Seiji Tanigawa?

In short, the semen that was detected

in Fusako Aikawa's body was his.

So that's possible in a massage parlor?

It depends, I guess.

- I went inside.
- You did?

Well, I left before mine was taken.

I also went to a gay bar.

This woman. Well, a man, actually.

Do bored housewives go to such places?

Gay bars are for homosexuals.

Men go to meet men and do what?

Do what? You've heard of lesbians,
haven't you?

But "Mitchan's" customer was a woman.

She took his semen
like in the massage parlor.

So the blood and semen
were collected by women.

The same woman.

She has a salient trait. A mole here.

I get it now!

The semen detected in Kimiko Tsuda
was Kotaro Yamazaki's.

That's why he mentioned semen to me.

But this mystery woman...
Collecting men's semen

and leaving it in dead women...

She's not in her right mind.

I'll go get the truth out of him.

Hatanaka Law Office, huh?

You've shown your true colors.

You don't have to testify for us.

Just tell us the truth right here.

A man's life is on the line.

I did sell a vial of my semen
for 10,000 yen last November 5.

The going price is 1,000 to 1,500 yen

so I jumped at the chance.

Who did you sell the vial to?

A nurse.

I figured she was doing it illegally.

Do you remember her face?

She had a mask.

Did you notice a mole here?

Oh, yeah.

I saw a mole when she took it off
for a moment.

One other thing.

You probably suspected that your vial

might have been used in the Honda case.

The cashier was killed on November 5.

I did suspect it.
But it was unrelated.

How so?

The body fluids of secretors
have the same ABO type as their blood,

but I'm a non-secretor
so my secretion is type O.

The semen detected
in all the murdered women was type AB.

Am I wrong?

I'm off the hook now.

Actually, the fact that he's
a non-secretor backs up our theory.

Why?

The semen detected in Kimiko Tsuda
was identified as type O at first.

But the prosecution later retested it
and it became AB.

This part was unclear so Ichiro Honda
was found not guilty.

So it was actually type O?

Yes. Our theory
that a woman planted it still stands.

The woman with a mole.

Hey you, excuse me.

Call those musicians over.

Sir, what's up with you today?

Nothing.

I went to the prison again today.

Honda is rewriting his diary
with the accuracy of a computer.

And he mentioned a keypuncher
who killed herself.

Was it his fault?

The papers said she had a nervous breakdown.

She and Honda first met at this bar.

This gentleman.

Hello sir.

What would you like?

Play "Zigeunerleben."

People here sure do like that song.

Are you interested in Mr. Honda too?

Oh, did someone else ask you about him?

Yes, a woman.

I couldn't forget after what happened.

What did this woman look like?

Well... She wore a wide-brimmed hat
and sunglasses, so...

Did she have a mole here?

Yes. I didn't like her tone
and kept staring at it.

And what did she ask you about?

His name and the name of his university.

Thanks. Don't bother playing it.

OK, then.

We now know who called the university.

Go to the police station
that handled the keypuncher case.

The 2nd trial will almost begin.

We still don't know anything
about the killer.

Yes, speaking.

What? Keiko Obana
was 5 months pregnant?

It was Ichiro Honda's child...

I see, an older sister...

She has a mole?

The police should have a record
of her address.

Go there immediately.

Ms. Obana moved out
around last October.

She sold everything and just left.

Did anyone come to see her?

A writer for a women's magazine

came to ask about
her sister's death. Nobody else.

Which movers did she use?

She really sold everything she had.

She probably got plenty of condolence
money and returned to her hometown.

Let's put an ad in the paper.
Take notes.

"Wanted: Tsuneko Obana, Age 31.
From Hiroshima."

"Lived in Omori-kaigan, Shinagawa
until last September."

"A mole on the right side of nose."

"New address wanted. Small reward.
Hatanaka Law Office."

Place this ad in all the papers.

For as long as it takes
until we get reliable info.

Sir, are you sure?
The cost will be immense.

We're not paying.

Mr. Hara of Kansai Trading is.

Honda is his dear daughter's husband.

He must want to clear his son's name.

OK, then.

I do feel sorry for Honda's wife.

Do you think Tsuneko Obana is alive?

Well... It's possible that she's killed
herself to perfect such a crime.

What a fool you were. Such a fool!

Trembling in such a man's arms!

Shopping blood for his pleasure!

For two hours he tormented you,
pressing his dirty lips

against your skin to taste
just a moment of pleasure.

He forced his way into your unripe body
for his own satisfaction

and left a seed of sin inside.

You ended up dying because of
that seed that started to grow,

but by then that man
was enjoying another woman.

But grieve no more.
I've taken vengeance upon him.

He's facing a wall in a cold cell now,

recalling the names of the women he hurt,

agonized by his memories.

But even that's over now.

He'll be put to death,

and instead of the warm,
damp bodies of his victims

a tombstone will weigh him down,
never to move again.

One moment, please.

A tenant of his fits the description.

Hello?

Where are you?

Midori Apartment in Asagaya?

Mitsuko Kosugi was killed there!

No, we'll go.
We'll go there immediately.

She was only here 2 days a week
because she traveled for work.

And she's been gone for 2 months now.

But she'd paid 6 months' rent
in advance, so...

Where was Mitsuko Kosugi killed?

Here.

Nobody will move in and I'm at a loss.

Ms. Obana lived right above this room.

How audacious. She was right before
our eyes all this time.

Here it is.

"The Hunter's Diary"!

The part about the keypuncher is gone.

Do you think she'll return?

Probably not.

And she left this here
because she wanted us to find it.

Honda has very good memory.

The order of the entries
and the contents are accurate.

Hey?

The first page is missing, too.

Who does he say his first prey was?

He told me that this second entry
was his first prey.

Then what was written
on the missing first page?

The first prey that he'd kept secret.

I think we've made a grave mistake.

Take us to Tokyo Detention House.

We found your diary.

Where was it?

Keiko Obana's sister's apartment
above Mitsuko Kosugi's.

Come to think of it,
her name was on the shoe rack.

If she were the real killer,
then your shoes vanishing

and the door locking make sense.

Your memory was accurate.

The killer tore out the pages
about Keiko Obana.

That I can understand.

But then why is this page gone?

What was written on the first page?

You can't tell me?

I can't remember who it was.

Please let me think about it.

You know who was written
on that first page, don't you?

Hello? Hatanaka Law Office.

What? But we know who did it!

One moment, please.

Honda pleaded guilty
and asked that his appeal be dismissed!

Hello? Hatanaka here.

We object to that request,
so please put it on hold.

Give us several more days.

I'll go talk to Mr. Hara in Osaka now.

Come to my hotel tomorrow morning.

Mr. Hara looked 10 years older.

I can imagine.

Why did Honda ask for his appeal
to be dismissed?

That's not what I meant.

You'll see when we meet his wife.

Your husband withdrew his appeal.

It's ready 8 o'clock in the morning, madam.

That's unbelievable.

Ichiro Honda's wife has a mole?

Do you understand now?

She wrote this before her illness
had progressed so much.

The handwriting should match
that note you have.

But please promise

that you'll never publicly release
its contents.

You tore out the pages of the diary
and left it for us to find,

am I right?

My mistress has gone
where the law can't touch her,

so my job is done.

My final duty
was to save Mr. Honda's life.

Has Mr. Hara returned?

Yes. But he immediately said
he would go out for a walk.

Mr. Hara has decided to step down
and retire.

Who could have imagined?
I still can't believe what happened.

I wanted to paint my heart into my art.

Based around the color red,
the Mexican wasteland

and its sweaty men were the motifs.

If my psychiatrist Dr. Well in Chicago
were to see these,

he'd say they expressed
my distorted view of sex.

But I could no longer paint.

Because my husband was arrested,

our home was searched,
and reporters kept coming.

I wanted no one to see my face.

The reporters took pity on me
as the victim of a philandering husband

and refrained from taking photos.

I could hardly move anymore
so I wasn't called to testify.

The court clerk with a tape recorder

came to ask about our married life
and that was it.

He'd probably heard from my doctor,

so he said "Krampf" in German and
blushed when I spoke about my spasms.

He probably imagined something lewd.

But then he didn't know the real reason why

I began to fear pregnancy, so...

The deformed baby
that my husband and I killed

is a secret between us
and that doctor in Mexico.

Why did we

travel to Mexico when I was
nine months pregnant?

If we'd gone straight home to Japan,
we wouldn't have had to kill our baby.

Two months later,
at a cottage-like hotel by a lake,

just when I was about to climax
in my husband's arms, the spasms began.

I still can't recall
how we took up the phone for help.

When we returned to Chicago,
Dr. Well told me

that unless I lost my fear of pregnancy

the same symptoms would recur
no matter what.

Even with contraception.
Even with other men.

From then on, our married life
became like the myth

of Tantalus, who could never reach
the fruit hanging above his head.

Only futile exhaustion and the sweat
stain reeking of sorrow on the sheets

symbolized our sterile love.

Even after we returned to Japan
and began meeting once a week,

this didn't change.

But I loved him.

My husband.
The first man I ever slept with.

One day, I suddenly wanted to see him

so I drove all the way to Tokyo.

Near dawn,

when I arrived in front of his hotel,

and turned off the headlights,

I saw his secret side
as he got off a taxi at that hour.

"No."

"I must forgive him," I thought.
I tried to devote myself to my art.

But when I found a key from his coat,

I made Nanny make a duplicate.

Imagine my despair when I found his hideout

and read "The Hunter's Diary"!

What I couldn't forgive

was he wrote about me
as his first "prey."

"Taneko"

Inside a parked car by the beach,

her attitude was stiff yet superbly
full of curiosity towards sex.

Sinking my money
into this vintage Chevy was worth it.

She seemed used to heavy petting.

Not a virgin.

Did he really think that about me?

I've never had sex with anyone but him.

And the nerve of him sleeping around when

I still feared pregnancy so!

I couldn't forgive him.

I read about the keypuncher suicide,

and called on Tsuneko Obana
acting like a reporter.

My plan to frame my husband solidified

when I saw Tsuneko's mole.

My sister was a fool.

But I hate the man who led her astray.

I envied this woman
who had a clear motive for vengeance.

I began to think about replacing her.

I suggested that she publish a piece
on her sister,

and paid for her to find out
about the man responsible.

I made her move out from her apartment

and brought her to my studio,

where she now lies forever
beneath this house.

At long last, I became Tsuneko Obana.

If Dr. John Well were to find out
about my plan,

he'd say it was due to my sexual urge.

I found out later that

the semen would just be
circumstantial evidence.

But for someone
reduced to impotence like me,

it became a deep, dark,
endless raison d'être.

One of his preys had left her address.

I met her saying it was about Soubra
and chloroformed her.

Injecting something I feared so much
into a stranger...

The odor of chestnut flowers.

My spasms began again.

Somewhere, my husband was crouched
like me with all his might on a prey.

I panicked at Fusako Aikawa's place.

My husband, who should have been
with Mitsuko, showed up.

I'd paid Mitsuko Kosugi,

a working student,
and hired her to act as a decoy.

She'd kisses my husband before my eyes,

but perhaps felt guilty
about having been bought in the end.

Mitsuko Kosugi became my pawn

and helped me set up the final stage.

My husband should die if only
for this woman who died blamelessly.

Since man and wife is one flesh,
it doesn't matter if my other half dies.

Father told me this morning
that I'll be hospitalized.

In the psychopathic ward of a hospital

I'll turn into a bloated,
sex-crazed aging woman

and tie my pajamas on the bed frame

to hang myself with all my might.

It's almost 4.

Time I return to being Tsuneko Obana,
my other self at night.

When this time comes,

I can't maintain my sanity
no matter how I try.

I don't understand...

Replacing Tsuneko Obana...

Such a fool.

What a fool you were. Such a fool.

Trembling in such a man's arms.

"Tokyo Detention House"

Your wife was tested
and declared mentally insane

and was involuntarily committed
to a hospital.

I see.

And her elderly nanny died.

Yes, she killed herself.

She hanged herself in the studio
where Tsuneko Obana was exhumed.

The note she left explaining your wife's
actions proved your innocence.

What should I do from now on?

That's your problem.

You won acquittal in the legal sense,

but in the moral sense,

it depends on how you live from now.

However, I'd like to give you a gift.

This boy was born
from a one-night stand of yours.

He's my son?

I promised not to tell you who
the mother is, but her son is her life.

It's up to you how you think
about having such an adorable son.

Hiding in the leaves
of the beech-tree forest

Is the bustle of a joyous gathering

With their torch flames shining red

They sit, legs outstretched,
on a bed of leaves

They're the roaming band of gypsies

With shining eyes and beautiful hair

Soaked in the waters of the Nile

Their skin glistens brilliantly

Where is the hand of gypsies headed?

The band of gypsies

The End