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We lost him completely.

We did follow him.

We did our best,

but despite our efforts, we lost him.

Well, yeah, that's right.

Fuyuka.

Yes?

Can I have your phone number?

You're asking that now?

Are you surprised?

So am I.

At myself, for boldly asking such a young girl for her phone number.

I don't feel like myself.

Maybe you're just giving in to despair?

Despair? Me? Why?

Listen. You helped Orihara, who we definitely had to capture, escape.

Headquarters saw it all.

We tried to catch him but let him get away. That's where we are.

Fuyuka...

Yes.

Can I have your phone number and address?

What? Why address too?

Mr. Tokita, you're really desperate.

I'm not!

My bold side that I didn't know about is emerging.

If I was really desperate...

I'd ask, "Can I kiss you?"

Mr. Shiina!

Sorry, Fuyuka, but can you give him your phone number?

- No. - No, no,

it's now a choice between a kiss or your phone number, you see?

Which would you give him?

Phone number.

Good.

Any word from Tokita and Shiina?

Vehicle 13's GPS remains off.

Why?

What happened to Orihara?

Chief, vehicle 6 has found Orihara's truck.

Where is he?

We're at a parking lot outside Yokosuka.

The truck is abandoned and Orihara is gone.

No drugs either.

Boss.

CEO.

Is this your hideout? Whose house is this?

Jin Masaru. Perhaps you've heard his name?

Jin Masaru!

The legend?

I owe him more than anyone else.

JIN

Whenever there was trouble,

he would storm the enemy alone with just a knife.

He was so cool.

I wanted to be just like him so badly,

I used to follow him like a shadow.

You did?

Uncle.

It's Orihara.

Uncle.

Stinky.

Ren, don't just stand there. Get in.

Oh, no, I...

What if someone sees you? Come in and close the door.

I'm sorry.

Boss!

How brazen of you to come in unsuspectingly.

Uncle...

Wherever you are, never let your guard down.

I've never let my guard down, anywhere and with anyone.

That's why I'm still alive.

Miyahara and Old Man Kumada,

both were killed when they dropped their guard.

You've witnessed them too.

Uncle,

long time no see.

Did you think of me as just a retired decrepit Yakuza?

Oh, no.

You'd be dead if it was a trap.

Come in.

You've completely become an outlaw, Orihara.

Let's go.

Boss.

Blood.

Isn't he nuts?

Yes. He is.

Hey, wait...

Orihara. Have you already forgotten what I just said?

Uncle...

What?

You will protect us, right?

Of course.

BUILDING OF EIGHT JUSTICE

How did you manage to let Orihara escape?

Police... Police appeared suddenly.

Brother Lee! Brother Lee!

- What is it? - Look.

This person.

Who are these people that helped Orihara escape?

The man is probably one of Orihara's men.

The woman is

Orihara's lover, I think.

Catch Orihara,

and take back the drugs.

If Boss finds out,

we're dead.

Understood.

It's from Ohhira.

Chief is really angry and looking for you, Mr. Tokita.

Turn off your phone.

This is my personal phone so it's fine.

Radio's off, GPS is off.

We're bona fide fugitives, Mr. Tokita.

I just had the urge to smoke.

It's strange, but doing this is just as satisfactory.

You want one too?

That?

That's right. Are there others?

Mr. Tokita, are you a smoker?

I used to be. Smoked for almost 20 years.

It's amazing you could quit after so many years.

When I quit, I didn't feel accomplished.

Instead, I saw how cruel I could be to so easily abandon

a partner that was with me for 20 years.

The thought excited me.

Tastes good?

Excellent. I shouldn't have quit.

What are the amounts of tar and nicotine in that?

- This one? - Yes.

Tar is 18, nicotine is 0.9.

Well... could I have one?

Thanks.

This is strong.

Isn't it?

I'm getting lightheaded.

EX-CONVICT CARD NUMBER TAKESHI MIHARA

I heard Miss Ohhira is getting married.

Yes! Speaking of that...

Thanks.

Sure.

MISATO SATOMI

Okay. Mihara. Takeshi, as in Beat Takeshi.

TAKESHI MIHARA

SEARCH RESULT FOR "TAKESHI MIHARA"

There he is! Is this it? Saitama, chef.

You're just a cook.

What's going on?

Rehabilitated already? So boring.

Man.

Here we are. This is how a bad boy should be!

So pale! Pale.

What's this bike? So ugly. Ugly.

Is this Halloween? What's he doing? Elvis Pres...

This... Ohhira...

Wait... American police...

She's arresting him. She's stepping... Stepping on him.

Blowing a whistle. A whistle...

So bad. This is so bad...

Misato.

What?

This is the info on Orihara Group boss, Orihara.

HQ wants to share this with us.

Thanks.

That guy, Orihara, actually dotes on his kids.

He has three, and all of them go to famous private schools.

Wow, is that so?

You know, it breaks my heart to think about Orihara's kids.

He must be a loving father at home,

but in reality he's a Yakuza and a violent criminal.

When he's arrested,

I wonder what will become of his kids.

But, you know,

his wife must have married him knowing that.

How would someone do that? Have children with a Yakuza husband?

I think, you have to

choose your partner very carefully, right?

If you want to have kids. Definitely.

My fiancé has a previous conviction too.

What?

Is it that surprising?

What? What?

Are you marrying him knowing about his record?

Well, his crime was just

stealing usable medical equipment from an abandoned hospital

and reselling it online.

It's still a crime! Larceny, penal code section 235!

I wouldn't marry him if he was a rapist or a murderer.

But everyone commits some minor offense.

Not everyone.

He's a good person now.

He's not a Yakuza or anything.

If he was like Orihara, I would never marry him.

But he did commit a crime.

Misato.

Have you ever run a red light?

Run a red light?

Hey, I'm a police officer. When I drive...

When you're walking too. At an empty crosswalk.

Even when you were a child.

Of course I have. Everyone has done such minor...

There you go. You're not so innocent either, Misato.

Miss Ohhira, excuse me.

Coming.

What's this terrible feeling?

Crap!

Hey, Orihara.

Yes.

I hear your group is making a lot of money since you took over.

Thank you.

I hear you call yourselves business people, not Yakuza.

The times have changed, Uncle. It's not like the old times.

There's no old or new in our world.

Everyone who got blinded by greed was killed

because they forgot what was more important.

Hey, Ren.

Yes.

Go get some beer. I need a nightcap before bed.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Is your name Ren?

Sounds Chinese.

It's my given name. I'm Japanese born in Akita.

Oh, Akita?

What was your family name? Didn't you have an unusual name?

Yes. It's Hotokegaoka.

Hotokegaoka?

That's right. Hotokegaoka.

He has such a holy name but is engaged in this business.

How sacrilegious. Right?

Hey, do you know Maegoro Hotokegaoka?

Yes. He's my grandpa.

Holy crap.

What? Uncle, do you know his grandfather?

Mr. Hotokegaoka was my elementary school teacher.

What? My grandpa was your teacher?

Oh, my goodness.

You're Mr. Hotokegaoka's grandson.

Please forgive my rudeness.

Hey...

Uncle!

Mr. Jin. Please.

I'm forever indebted to Mr. Hotokegaoka.

If it weren't for his guidance,

I might have killed someone in elementary school and been sent to prison.

No, no, no, no. A school kid wouldn't go to prison.

Please raise your head.

I was out of control when I was little.

Fights, shoplifting, I did everything without discretion.

Mr. Hotokegaoka took care of me

with a parent-like affection.

My grandpa?

He was an admirable man.

He valued me more than his career success or money.

That's why I decided to live a life of loyalty and compassion,

and became a Yakuza.

I can't thank him enough!

Please, stop it. Hey...

- Right... Beer. I'll go get some beer. - Okay, okay.

Please wait. I'll go, boy.

- Boy? - Yes.

Let him go. Don't worry.

You idiot! I won't let him do it. He's Mr. Hotokegaoka's grandson.

Boy, let me go. Let me take care of you!

Please stop! Uncle!

He's one of my henchmen.

I can't let you run an errand!

Go.

Yes, sir.

- Orihara. - Yes.

What am I to you?

You're someone I can never be disrespectful to.

I'll go.

Boss. I can't let you...

Quiet!

Hi. Did you go to the restroom?

Yes.

What's wrong?

Something happen?

I don't know why you're crying. What happened?

What? What? It's okay. Calm down.

I let him touch my breasts.

That was totally unexpected. What do you mean? Tell us more.

Crying over such a small thing. I'm not acclimated to this place yet.

So, you were molested?

No, I agreed to it.

I'm sorry, but I'm so confused.

At the convenience store I asked, "Can I use the restroom?"

But he wouldn't let me and I couldn't hold it,

so I asked again and again, "Please let me use it."

But he wouldn't.

So I asked, "What can I do so that I can use it?"

Then, a clerk with a bat-like face smirked

and said, "Let me touch your boobs!"

So... you let him touch them?

- Hey! - That scared me.

Which store is it?

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna arrest him!

Don't do it!

I got what I wanted.

Supply and demand are met. That's all there is to it.

That's not the point, is it?

That's how this city is!

That's capitalism.

In this city, you have to give your boobs to use the restroom.

I disagree with you.

I need to sing.

Excuse me?

Give them, give them

For liberty

Give them, give them

For survival

Give them, outsmart

And counterattack

This is a city of cannibals

Lose your life

Thank you very much.

- The other day... - Yes.

I talked to a wrong car for a long time on the radio.

Are you serious?

Yeah, well, anyone would get confused.

- I'll be careful. - I'll take this.

Yes, please.

Hey.

Yes.

What's the worst thing you've done in your life?

What's this about?

I want to ask you, since you're a Buddhist priest.

You're least likely to do something bad.

My parents' house is a temple, but I'm not a Buddhist priest.

'Cause, you know, I'm here at the MPD.

But your dad's a priest, so you grew up according to his teachings.

Well, yes. I used to hear his sermons.

And you still insist that you're not a priest?

If someone asks about my occupation, I'll answer "police officer."

You could write "police and then Buddhist priest" in parentheses

in the occupation field. Why hide it?

I'm not. It's just not something you write on forms.

Is it because,

if you do something bad in the future, it'll work against your interests?

Is that why you're hiding it?

A Buddhist priest just can't do bad things.

I have no plan to do bad things in the future.

I've never seen a priest get emotional.

Did you get angry?

No, I didn't, really.

But you got a little testy, right?

I didn't.

Say, suppose you went on a tour,

to a mountain with a bunch of people, got stranded,

and let's say someone died.

What would you do? Act like nothing happened?

Wouldn't you say, "I'm a priest.

"Allow me to pray for the deceased," or something?

I guess I would.

You'd show your true self then.

Because you wanna make yourself look good?

No. I want the deceased to reach straight to Sukhavati!

See, you're a priest.

So, what's the worst thing Yotsukado has done so far?

Maybe a previous conviction?

I don't have any.

Surely you've ignored a traffic light when you were little?

I haven't, either when I was little or big.

That's impossible!

Never, not even once!

How about throwing a key you found on the road into the river?

Never.

Releasing your neighbor's noisy dog?

Never!

How about an affair?

Never! That's something a dirtbag would do.

You must do something bad by the next time you see me!

This is an order! Understood?

Misato said things to you? She's really like a feral dog.

No.

It's not Misato's fault.

I wasn't mature enough.

For the...

first time...

I had the urge to kill someone.

Grab her like this, and this, and kill her!

I couldn't help it.

But you're a Buddhist priest.

So, Fuyuka,

you came to Tokyo to become a musician, then took up the guitar?

Yes.

You didn't think that was out of sequence?

I just did things as they came to my mind.

Okay, okay.

So before that, what did you do in Fukushima?

I played softball for 16 years.

Sixteen? That long? Sixteen?

Yes, I was always a pitcher.

Is that so?

A pitcher for 16 years.

- Yes. - So you were an ace.

Wanna play?

Why do you have that in the car?

To get into places pretending to be looking for a ball.

A must-have for investigators.

No one uses such an outdated tactic now.

I haven't played catch for a long time.

You really like it, huh?

Can you tell?

Your face softened the minute you touched the ball.

Okay, let's do it.

Here.

I've never played catch with someone from Tokyo.

Nice ball!

You can throw overhand too.

I played baseball for 16 years too.

Wow.

It's my turn now.

All right. Come on!

I'm sorry.

So uncool.

It's all right. Don't mind that.

What do we do, Shiina?

Chase it down. Is there any other option?

It was... a rhetorical question.