All language subtitles for Detective Conan 0350 [NetflixJP] [1080p]

Friendship, love and mystery.

We stick it out because we believe promises will be kept.

On the floor below the detective agency is Cafe Poirot.

A forgotten cell phone invites a case.

He sees through the one and only truth.

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

His name is Detective Conan!

My name's Kogoro Mouri.

I run a detective business that fights against

the darkness of society called crime.

Conan, sonny, let's go have breakfast!

Conan, sonny?

"Cafe Poirot" -Hello!

Two morning sets, please.

Although it's a daily repetition of investigating

extra-marital affairs and searching for people...

There are times when I'm involved in bloody cases.

The many sad incidents that are in the papers everyday.

Motives vary from revenge, money matters,

complications in love affairs and so on forth.

It sure is a sick world.

I come here often when I get sick and tired

of all the bonds involved in the detective business.

Thank you for waiting.

Yes, this cup of warm coffee

is indeed what relieves my heart

that is exhausted from all bonds I have in life.

Hot!

What's wrong with him?

"Forgotten Cell Phone (Part 1)"

How unusual of you to come here from morning?

Are you going to be meeting a client today?

No, no, Ran's gone to Karate Club Camp from yesterday.

So, we're having a late breakfast.

Besides, today is Sunday.

I should take a break from the heap of cases

that come avalanching in everyday.

People!

Good morning!

I'm Shuhei Baisho! Shuhei Baisho here!

I will do whatever is in my power

and work for you with my entire heart and soul!

With your valuable ballot,

I Shuhei Baisho will work with you

to create a quiet town!

Work?

-Yes! Mouri Detective Agency. -Wake up, Hiroshi.

Come on, it's already 8:00 in the morning.

You're going to get me, Yuka, in trouble

if you don't get up.

You're the one who's still groggy and not awake!

Check the number before you make the call!

Darn!

Excuse me, but could it be that...

business is slow?

Yes, yes.

We didn't get any calls all this week.

The thing is...

But...

I wonder if it's okay to ask a detective

to do something like this.

Is something troubling you, Azusa?

A strange thing was forgotten here

and I was wondering if you could locate its owner,

who is a customer of our shop.

Oh, a search for somebody.

What is it? That strange thing that was forgotten.

It's this.

A cell phone?

It looks to be an ordinary cell phone but...

The pattern is pretty odd.

Other than that, it isn't really all that strange.

If the person who forgot this cell phone

is really looking for it,

I'm sure that person will call.

Well, someone did call three times.

Three times?

Yup, when I answered the phone,

this is what the first person said...

"Oh? I'm sorry, I seem to have made a mistake."

A mistake?

What about the second time?

The second time this is what the person said.

"That's strange, did it ring?"

It seemed like someone else was beside that person.

Right after saying so, the phone was cut again.

Oh! I'm sure that the person

was looking for the cell phone by listening for it.

But, since he was looking in the wrong place,

he could have thought that

he had dialed the wrong number!

But, it didn't sound like this person

was the owner of this cell phone.

-Why not? -Because with the third call,

that person's tone of voice suddenly changed and...

"Hey, you! I'll bet you're his broad?"

Get him on the line!

He shouted saying, "I'm going to kill you!"

-Kill? -Kill you?

And?

What did you tell him, Azusa?

Well...

I hope you explained the circumstances to him. Did you?

I was scared...

so I switched the phone off.

Oh, I see.

Please show me the cell phone!

I told the master about it the following day, and was scolded.

So I kept the phone switched on all day since then,

but the phone hasn't rung so far.

Sure enough.

No wonder nobody's calling back on this cell phone.

Why do you say that?

Because this phone isn't working!

See! Even if I try to make a call,

I get the busy signal right away, right?

True.

I get it! The owner of this cell phone

probably couldn't pay his phone bill

and so his phone was cut off!

Which means the rude one who called was a money collector!

In other words, he called the owner of the phone

thinking he was living alone, but a woman answered

so thinking he made a mistake, he hung up.

He checked the number and called back.

But, he probably blew his top at the third call!

Then, why did the one who called the second time say,

"Did it ring?"

It's most likely that

when the collector went to the home

of the owner of this cell phone

and called him from in front of the apartment,

he didn't hear any sound from inside the apartment

so he thought it was odd.

Do you remember what kind of person

who forgot this cell phone was?

He came here a little after noon.

He was a chubby man wearing glasses

and his hair was parted on the side.

He was eating and touching that flashy cell phone all the while

so I remember him very well.

The phone rang for the first time about an hour after he left.

The second call came right after the first

and the third call came in about 30 minutes later.

The number of the one who called was not displayed.

On top of that, the record of calls made before that,

as well as the call received records are not saved at all.

Oh, there were a lot of names and numbers left on it.

Then, why don't you try calling those numbers?

Well, I sort of did.

They all seem to have been random numbers.

Besides,

the names all seemed to be fake too.

It's true and strange that all the names

are in Katakana characters.

As to the phone numbers...

1022?

I see, this is strange.

There are no 10 digit numbers that start with the number 1.

What's this black mark on the side of the names?

There are some names with black marks beside them

and some without!

True, there are marks on some and none on others.

Don't tell me that that all these numbers

are all some kind of code?

How annoying!

Darn!

Where was this cell phone placed when it was forgotten?

Well...

Over there.

Under the sofa where you're sitting right now, Mr. Mouri.

He probably dropped it accidentally

when he tried to put it in his pocket.

Without realizing he dropped it,

he kicked the cell phone with his foot.

That's how think it got there but...

Like I just explained,

I found the cell phone right after

the man called the first time.

-The antenna was sticking out besides! -What?

Was the cell phone folded in two like this back then?

Yup.

That's why I thought he dropped it

when he tried to put it in his pocket.

Don't you think it's odd?

Huh? Why is that so?

Because if he folded the cell phone to put into his pocket,

don't you think he'd naturally push the antenna back in too?

Right! Because you don't want the antenna to break!

He probably didn't do so

because he's either a very sloppy guy.

Or he did so and deliberately hid it,

wanting someone to find it when it rang.

What do you think, Pops?

Yeah, I was just about to say so.

But if so, for whatever reason...

You can't figure out who the owner is after all.

If it's the owner of this cell phone, I know who it is.

But how?

Azusa, every cell phone

has seal with its product number written on it.

If we give that number to the manufacturer,

then find out where the cell phone was bought,

explain the circumstances to the shop,

we can get the name of the owner of the cell phone!

Wow!

You take off the back cover of the cell phone.

And under the place where the battery is removed...

-Not inside. -The seal...

-The seal is peeled off! -Why?

Can you tell us more in detail about the customer

who forgot this cell phone?

More in detail?

Even the slightest detail, even if it seems trivial.

-Anything! -Well...

Come to think of it, that customer

ordered fried noodles, spaghetti, fruit parfait,

tomato juice and Caesar's salad

and paid exactly 3,000 yen!

3,000 yen?

Well, ordering the 5 items he ordered is the only way

to come up with a total of exactly 3,000 yen,

so I was sort of impressed!

Since Conan said that any trivial detail would do,

-I thought I'd mention it. -But...

the guy sure is a big eater, eating 5 items from noon.

Right, he seemed to be on the job and yet

I thought to myself he sure can eat.

On the job?

Because he asked for a receipt.

Receipt?

What the name on it?

Of course, "Customer".

I guess so.

Thank you so much! I'll be waiting for your ballot for me!

I will do my best for you all as I have been doing so far!

But if he was eating alone and still wanted a receipt,

the probability of him being an ordinary office worker

becomes quite unlikely.

If so then, what on earth...

He is most probably an office worker on a business trip

or a man who owns his own business.

He could be a person with that kind of habit.

If so, maybe he's a journalist or a detective.

Even the police ask for receipts.

Police officers in police boxes ask for receipts for meals they have?

Oh, no.

Hello...

That only goes for police detectives.

I hope you don't mind me joining you.

Hello.

When they go asking around or on a stake out,

or have to follow the suspect,

police detectives ask for receipts for transportation fee

and food and drinks needed during the investigation.

But, we officers in uniforms rarely use investigation fee.

Oh, you're the one who's always hanging around with Officer Takagi.

What brings you here, Yumi?

What else

but to urge Mr. Detective here who takes forever to pay

for his parking ticket?

Oh, well, I was thinking of going to pay today.

Today is Sunday!

I'm only joking.

We're looking for a man.

But this is the only clue we have.

Three...

Three thousand yen?

Is his by chance

wearing glasses and has his hair parted on the side?

-A chubby man? -Yes.

Do you know where he is?

Well, sort of.

I'm glad!

I can finally give the cell phone back to its owner.

What do you mean give back?

That man forgot his cell phone here.

I also got strange calls too so I was really concerned.

But, you can't return it to him.

Because he passed away the night before last.

Passed away?

Oh, no.

Don't tell me he was killed?

No!

He was run over by a truck at the 3-chome intersection.

A car accident?

I remember. They aired that accident on the news.

Yes. The accident occurred

the day before yesterday just before 14:00.

He was taken to the hospital immediately,

but he didn't make it.

He passed away that night.

That's why we're investigating trying to identify who he is.

Wait a minute.

Don't tell me this was a hit-and-run case?

No.

The driver of the truck that hit the man didn't flee,

nor was he under the influence of alcohol.

According to testimony by the witness, the man

seems to have suddenly come running out from behind a parked car.

Which means this excludes the possibility of homicide.

Don't tell me? Could it have been suicide!

That's very unlikely,

because he seems to have asked for directions

at the convenience store near the accident site before he was hit.

He seems to have been in a great big rush, and asked,

"Do you know where a shop called Poirot is?"

If he was planning to kill himself,

why would he need to ask about the location

of a shop that is 2km away?

True.

But, I kind of have an idea

why that person rushed out into the street.

Yeah. In other words, the man wanted to go back to the shop

to retrieve the cell phone he had forgotten there,

and was run over by the truck.

No, wrong.

The dead man's lips are sealed, eh?

We're back to zero again.

The cell phone was folded in two

with it's antenna sticking out

and left here as if it were hidden here.

It's like the cell phone was ringing

just so that somebody would find it.

Those strange names and numbers that were saved in the cell phone.

What were they anyway?

What on earth was that man trying to do here?

But two days have already gone by since the accident.

It sure took you long to get here.

We couldn't help it

because he had nothing on him

that would give us a clue to who he was.

Oh, right.

But he did have all these receipts on him.

All of these here.

He sure meticulously kept all these receipts.

Haido. Rizen. Kenbashi.

He's gone all around the city.

Right.

We checked those receipts in order of the dates,

and it took us one whole day.

But, we finally got here.

There were people who remembered him too, however,

nobody knew who he was or where he came from.

But, things as they are, there's a possibility

that he was being pursued by loan sharks too.

Loan sharks?

That's right. There seems to have been a call

on the cell phone that he forgot.

"If you don't put him on, I'll kill you!",

a dangerous sounding man shouted so.

Really?

Yes, three times, about an hour after the man left.

At any rate, I'd advise you to go check the loan sharks.

If he did borrow money,

he would've left his address and name with them too.

Huh? What?

I think you can easily find out without doing something like that.

Because the dangerous man who called

knows the number of the cell phone, right?

If I were him and the phone didn't work,

I would give the number to the telephone company

and have them check on who the man is!

And?

So! If you call the phone company, you'll be able to find out

if the dangerous man called.

You fool!

Unless you're the police or something, the telephone company

would never give out the name and address of anyone!

Understand, Conan, sonny?

Oh, but there are times when we panic and rush to make a call,

don't you think?

There was a time when I got lost going to my friend's house,

and when I tried calling her, her cell phone was switched off.

So, I called the telephone company and asked for her address.

I asked them if they could find my friend's address

-from her cell phone number. -Right, right!

Does everybody often do things like that?

And? Did they find her address for you?

No, they didn't.

So, I had the police officer at the police box

look up her address for me.

Well, it's true though, that if the man

was in a rush to look for the owner of the phone,

he would've tried calling the phone company,

despite knowing that it might not work.

Ms. Numata, please look up the number of the phone companies.

-Okay! -Let's try each and every one and ask them

whether they got a call or not.

It's nice that the police get to ask anything they want.

I guess so! Although it may take a while to get through the red tape.

So long as we have the phone number,

it's as if we've already got his address and name!

Yes.

As long as we kept that e-mail address,

we could've gotten to them

if we had what the lady had entered on her cell phone.

We would've been able to find the hide-out of the boss

who controls them all.

Yes, from about day before yesterday.

Yes, that's right.

Yes.

I understand, thank you so much.

-How'd it go? -I don't know yet.

I've got to wait for them to call me back.

I'll try elsewhere too.

Azusa, please serve the customer on table no.1

another cup of coffee.

Oh, yes, sir.

Thank you.

No problem. Hang in there and keep up your studies.

Oh, I will.

Yes, the address, name and phone number.

Did you get any calls asking for personal information on a man?

Would you like another serving?

-Oh, thank you. -Yes.

Yes, from 2 days ago.

Yes, yes.

This is on the house.

Thank you!

-I leave it here. -Oh! Thank you, so very much.

Here you go! Orange juice for you, Conan!

Thank you, Azusa!

I'm sorry to have got you involved in something like this

on a precious Sunday, your day of rest.

Will you show me that cell phone that was forgotten one more time?

Sure.

-Here you go. -Thank you.

This is funny!

The clue that's left on the cell phone.

A mysterious 10 digit number that begins with the number "1".

And the unexplainable black marks that are beside the names.

What on earth do they mean?

Thank you for your support! Shuhei Baisho!

Will do my best for this town with all my might!

Thank you!

Yes. Hello.

Yes, that's right. Yes! Yes!

Did she get something?

A clue on the man.

Next Conan's Hint:

"Big shot"

The next episode is part 2.

Don't forget your cell phones, everybody.

Take care and don't catch cold.

Brush your teeth, okay?