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Love and hate are brought together.

Through both reasoning and suspense.

The mystery centers around the table.

What's wrong with Ran?

He sees through the one and only truth.

A child in appearance with the I.Q. of an adult.

His name is Detective Conan!

With a dinner coupon that Ran won in a shopping mall lottery,

we are heading toward Chinatown in Yokohama.

There, we met people in the movie industry.

Mr. Kaizo Isogami, film director.

Mr. Motohiro Ito, assistant film director.

Mr. Keigo Kitaura, author of the book.

And the producer Mr. Shiro Kawabata.

Circumstances led to us having dinner with them.

But, suddenly...

Mr. Kawabata died.

Poison was not found in his clothing.

Because chemical reaction was found on the plate

and towel that he used,

Pops who sat beside him was suspected of planting cyanide.

This is ridiculous!

Why do I have to kill a man I met for the first time

at a restaurant I came for the first time?

What you say sound suspicious already!

What's superb timing for your daughter

to be asked to appear in the movie

at a restaurant you came for the first time!

It is true!

We came to this restaurant just by coincidence...

Huh?

Are you all right?

You look pale.

I'm okay!

I was just a bit dizzy.

Why don't just sit over there?

Uncle will solve the case soon.

Yeah. Thanks.

We're in trouble.

Ran looks really sick.

We need to take her to a hospital soon.

"Chinatown Dejavu In The Rain (Part 2)"

Anyway, the killer replaced that poisoned towel.

After the soup was spilled, and the victim changed seats.

That means,

you were sitting to his right at that time

and are the prime suspect!

Hey, hey.

Hey, Inspector.

-Ran... -Inspector!

This bottle believed to have contained the poison was found

in the restroom.

What?

I see. The towel was brought into the restroom

and laced with the poison.

That's why, it's not me!

In that case, Uncle Kogoro is not the culprit!

'Cause Uncle hasn't been to the washroom since he arrived here.

So that's why, Inspector!

Also, Mr. Kawabata changed seats,

holding his towel he used to wipe the soup off.

That's why, nobody could have switched towels.

No, there must be something to wait.

A way to switch without people noticing.

I see!

The killer used the rotation of the turntable.

If the cyanide-laced towel

is placed at the edge of the turntable

and it is rotated cleverly,

it can fall right in front of Mr. Kawabata.

How's that?

But, how?

If something like that falls, everybody will find it strange, right?

So, that's why it has to be done cleverly so nobody notices.

If nobody sees it,

the speed with which the turntable

has to turn to drop off the towel

would make all the plates fall off, too.

In the first place,

who'd use such a towel when you have one yourself?

You're right.

Wait.

I remember when I tried to get the soy sauce and the chili oil,

the turntable rotated so many times, that they were hard to get.

The order of the dishes that were placed on the turntable

was in the clockwise direction.

The pork dish.

Beef and green peppers.

Crab and eggs.

Pitan.

Sweet and sour pork.

And the steamer lid.

The soy sauce was between the sweet and sour pork and the pitans,

and the chili oil was between the pork dish and the steamer lid.

At that time, the order of the seats was...

Starting with the victim Mr. Kawabata, in the clockwise direction.

Me, Ran,

Mr. Kitaura,

Mr. Ito, Mr. Isogami, and Pops.

And the soy sauce went back in front of Pops again and again.

And the chili oil went back in front of Mr. Kitaura.

Oh, yes, Mr. Kawabata said...

Actually, I'm allergic to eggs

and hate even the sight of it.

Hate even the sight of it?

Okay, work on this area with caution.

Yes, sir.

Excuse me, officer.

There's something I'd like to ask you.

What's that, kid?

If you checked the food, you must have checked the plates

-and the top of the table as well, right? -Yeah.

Then...

Did you check places like that?

No, not yet.

Then, Uncle Kogoro is asking you to check it right away.

What? You mean Sleeping Kogoro?

Yes, also,

did you find anything funny on the towel with cyanide?

Huh? You mean other than the cyanide?

Oh, yes!

There was a light brown stain!

I sniffed it, and that's soup for sure.

You must have seen it, right?

Mr. Kawabata spilled the soup on his jeans

and wiped it with the towel, right?

It's a stain from the spill.

-Anything else? -What?

You found nothing else?

Oh, no.

Nothing special.

Really?

Nothing else, right?

Then, I'll tell that to Uncle Kogoro.

I was right.

Mr. Kawabata was not killed by

switching his towel with the poisoned one.

The towel was switched after he was killed.

By that person.

If that is right, the evidence must still be there.

On that table.

Anyway!

The killer is the one who laced his own towel

with cyanide in the restroom

and switched it with the victim's towel at the table.

Yeah,

without attracting the attention of

Ran, Conan and me sitting on both sides.

But how? How can you do that?

Oh, yes! All three suspects are in the movie industry!

Maybe he used an invisible line used in special effects

to move the towel.

For goodness's sake.

They've got to turn down the air conditioning.

What is it, Inspector Yokomizo?

Well, there's something I heard from my brother.

Kogoro Mouri makes bizarre, out-of-place comments at first,

but it's only to fool people.

His attitude changes abruptly with a weird voice and dance.

As if a spirit takes hold of him.

But, of course, he can be exaggerating.

Oh, but...

Is that what your brother mean by...

a weird dance?

So, enough joking around.

Now, I would like you to take your seats.

At the same table the crime took place.

There was Mr. Ito, Mr. Isogami and Mr. Kitamura.

Then, I'll be able to tell you everything,

what happened during dinner.

It's happening! The Sleeping Kogoro detective show!

First, I would like to have

Inspector Yokomizo take a seat where the victim sat.

From his right, in the exact same seating arrangement,

there's me and Mr. Isogami.

Mr. Ito and Mr. Kitaura.

Next, at Ran's seat,

I'd like another police officer.

Why?

My daughter is a bit indisposed.

I'm all right.

I can do it.

Ran.

And Conan sits between Ran and the victim.

Now that all the seats are taken,

I would like to hear an exclamation

of a mysterious incident that took place immediately

before the crime.

A mysterious incident?

Yes, the table. Somebody was moving the turntable,

trying to give me a hard time.

Look! Do you see the bottle of soy sauce

on the turntable right in front of Uncle Kogoro?

I moved the turntable to get the soy sauce.

Each time I tried to get it,

it will return immediately in front of Uncle.

No matter how many times I do it.

The same thing happened

with the chili oil in front of Mr. Kitaura.

Each time the bottle came close to me,

it would go back to where it was right away.

This means that someone was having fun, giving me a hard time, right?

Hey, Mr. Detective.

Is what the kid is saying related to the crime?

Hey. Tell me.

It's all right.

Uncle Kogoro said we don't have to do anything

for the culprit will expose himself.

Expose himself?

Here you are, little boy. Your bun!

Wow! Thank you!

Hey. Why now?

Oh, yes.

Detective Mouri ordered Chinese bun for this little boy.

Thank you! First, a big bite!

Stop!

What is it, Mr. Isogami?

Think!

Somebody got killed just now at this table!

Poison might still be found somewhere on the table!

And you allow a kid to eat with his hands here?

But, the forensics have already checked

-and did not find cyanide anywhere... -No!

Mr. Isogami is right.

There might still be cyanide.

Somewhere where we cannot see.

Don't fool around with me! Get to the point!

Who's the culprit, and where's the cyanide?

How would you turn it?

-What? -The turntable.

How? Of course, you place your hand like this.

Then, what would you do if plates are crowded

like this egg and crab dish and the pitan?

Well, in that case,

I'll pick up the edge of the turntable with my fingers.

Don't tell me that...

The cyanide is under the turntable?

No, wait.

There are a lot of problems here making the victim touch this.

What is Mr. Kawabata didn't like these two dishes?

What if he hates even the sight of them?

Is that right?

Yes.

Mr. Kawabata was allergic to eggs.

Now, Inspector Yokomizo, please check.

Right in front of you, seated at the victim's chair.

are the two dishes.

Now, where is the chili oil?

In... in front of Mr. Kitaura.

Yes, of course.

That's why, when the kid tried to get the chili oil,

the turntable was returned to the original position.

The victim would try to avoid the two dishes

and hold the table to moving around, again and again.

Well, it might be true for the chili oil.

But this time, the soy sauce is in front of the kid.

Why then did the table turn when he tried to get the soy sauce?

To get the victim to touch the cyanide,

you have to get the cyanide on that spot, right?

In addition, the cyanide must be

applied immediately before the Peking Duck is served,

a dish you have to eat with your fingers.

If you do that earlier, somebody might touch it accidentally.

Then, when the kid tried to get the soy sauce,

he had not applied the cyanide yet?

Right.

Most probably, the culprit tried to apply cyanide

on the underside of the turntable where the two plates were placed,

when the waiter could be seen bringing the Peking Duck.

He couldn't apply the cyanide

and turned the turntable again and again,

because Conan would rotate it.

You mean the person who had the two plates in front of him

when the soy sauce was in front of you is the...

Yes.

That person

killed Mr. Kawabata...

Here. Tonight.

Mr. Isogami!

Then, what was that towel with so much cyanide?

That was Mr. Isogami's towel.

He brought the towel to the restroom,

poured cyanide on it, and returned to his seat.

He applied the cyanide on that spot.

In the chaos that ensued when Mr. Kawabata lost consciousness,

he switched towels.

To make sure nobody notices the switch,

he drenched his own towel with soup.

He wanted to make the towel look identical

to Mr. Kawabata's towel after he wipe the soup of his pants,

but you missed one small point

that Mr. Kawabata was wearing jeans.

Yes.

On Mr. Kawabata's towel that you switched,

along with the soup stain,

there was a blue stain from his jeans.

I get it.

If that towel is right in front of Mr. Isogami,

that is proof that he is the killer.

No. That towel is not proof enough.

There is the possibility that the towel

was placed there to frame Mr. Isogami.

But, you will confess, won't you? Mr. Isogami?

When Conan touch the place with cyanide just a while ago,

and he tried to eat the bun with those hands,

you stop him.

There is enough conscience...

left in you.

Conscience?

If that scoundrel who let Rika die had a bit of conscience,

I wouldn't be doing this.

Rika? You mean the girl who died a year ago?

But, that was an accident during the shoot.

It was no accident.

That was full-fledged murder.

He knew all along that Rika took over the stunt

in the last scene from the stunt pro.

Really?

He told me that he made her wish to do it on her own come true.

He said the movie became a hit, thanks to her,

grinning that evil grin.

We had so many opportunities to stop that.

But why?

You yourself snubbed her for being such a ham.

You're still green.

A director's job is a sad one.

When you keep on looking at the actress through the camera lens,

you fall in love with her.

No matter how amateurish.

Or uncouth.

It just happens.

You'll never get to direct a film, if you don't understand that.

Okay, let's go.

We'll talk to you at the station.

Mr. Detective,

I'm sure you had already wiped off the cyanide.

But, what were you planning if I had pretended

not to know and let him die?

If I was a man like that scoundrel?

Then, I was planning to say something different to corner you.

And stop you from trying to make excuses.

I wanted to see that.

I have a gripe to whoever gave me this thing called conscience.

As a film director, I most certainly wanted

to see you interrogate ruthlessly.

I'm not the one to believe in a god.

God?

Is there a god in this world?

That voice. Who?

That calm voice of a woman.

Who is it?

Ran?

Rain.

The noise of the rain is fading.

Should there?

I can hear.

Should there be a reason?

Should there be a reason?

Is there a god?

Japanese?

No. The angel did not smile at me.

Get out!

Not even once.

Sharon.

Yes.

That time,

I met her.

With Shinichi.

That...

Ran!

Next Conan's Hint:

"Stage costume"

We are in New York, again.

A case from a while back.