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- Hey, it's me.

Why were you not
at work last night?

Why are you not
calling me back?

I'm starting to freak, okay?
So call me, now.

- No.

What are you doing here?
- Hey, hey, uh, sorry.

I dropped by the club last
night, but you weren't there.

- Who told you where I live?

- You told me
at dinner the other night.

- Okay, well,
it's not a great time.

- Okay, I just wanted to...

They're apology sweets.

- I know what kashiori are for.

- The other night at the club,
I, um, had a really shit day,

but that's not an excuse for me

to be an asshole to you,
so I'm sorry.

- Yeah, you were,

but you brought me
"I'm an asshole" sweets,

so thank you.

- Thanks for taking them.

It's good to see you.

- You too.

Can I say one thing?

- Sure.

- You and Sato.

- Yeah?
- Be careful.

- Excuse me?

- I know a lot
about those people

and how they
live their lives...

- Don't talk to me about this.

- And I don't want you to get
in too deep and to get hurt.

- Go home
and fuck yourself, Jake.

Take 'em.
- Please listen to me.

- Take 'em.
- I'm just...

- Fuck.

- Fucking bullshit
is what it is.

- Hey, handsome.

- What?

- Three different
Tozawa profiles,

three different
Yakuza fan magazines--

it's all written
by the same guy, Ukai Haruki.

So this guy is, like,

Tozawa's publicist.

- So?

- Can you help me
find the listing?

- Okay.

- Holy shit, Ukai Haruki.

I mean,
you're Ukai Haruki, right?

- I'm sorry.

Do you speak English?

- How you find me?

H-how you get this address?

- I got it
from, uh, Tejima-san,

the writer of
the Crazy Boys fanzine.

- I don't know Crazy Boys
or Tejima-san.

- Yeah, well, he knows you.
We all know you.

You're a rock star, dude,

you know, especially
with Tozawa on the rise.

This is the first thing
that I ever bought

when I came to Japan,

and I'm obsessed
with what you do, and--

- Good profile.
- Yeah.

- Tozawa-san was pleased.
- Really?

Would you mind?

Could you?

- You want sign?
- Please.

Look, I-I-I brought this
for you, too.

- What's this?
- Uh, sweets.

- You bring for me?
- Yes.

Um, but if you...

I have these, too,
if you please would sign.

- Yeah, yeah, you--you come.

- I come in?
- Yeah, you come.

- Oh, thank you.

- Close the door.

- Okay.

- Come.

- Wow.

This is incredible.

You probably know things
about the big man

that nobody does, huh?

I mean, you know,
I hear stories,

but probably nothing
that you don't already know.

- You hear?
What you hear?

- That suicide
that was written up

in the paper the other day,
the banker?

The word is, is that Tozawa

is controlling
that insurance scam.

- I know nothing.
- Come on, you can tell me.

You know, as a fan.
Just a little tidbit.

- Anything not in magazine,
I write in my book.

- A book, really?

- I go piss now.

Sorry, I didn't mean to...

- You smoke shabu?

- No.

But I'm cool with it.

- You know, most people
in Japan, they ps-ps-ps.

So stupid.

Smoke is better, clean.

Good to know.

- Ah, yeah, his girlfriends.

Many, many girlfriends.

- You took these photos?

- Mistresses--no, no, taboo.

Yeah?

This one,
she talk to reporter once.

- And how about her?

- Oh, you like her?

- She's pretty, right?

- Don't touch her, okay?

- Nice watch.

Are you following me?

Or perhaps you like
to watch women put on makeup.

- I'm a reporter
for the "Meicho."

- I remember.

- My paper has a few questions
they'd like to ask you.

- And what would those
be about?

- Well, one of...

Tozawa's mistresses
went missing

because she spoke to the press.

Would you care to comment?

- If I did have something
to say,

do you think I'd be foolish
enough to say it to you?

- We could get lunch
or a drink.

I'm a very good listener.

- Hmm, that may be true,
but you're also clearly insane.

- I get that
you're afraid of him.

- No.

It is you who should be afraid,
"Meicho"-san.

- You know how many messages

I left for you?
- Okay, I got it. I'm sorry.

- Matsuo came in last night
looking for you.

Did your money offer not work?

When you did not show,
I thought for a second

maybe you decide
it's better to run.

- Then I think, no,

'cause Samantha would call her
best friend first, right?

- Pol, I would
never disappear on you.

- Okay.
- I promise.

- I almost confront him.

Then I think maybe
I make it worse for you.

I've done that before.

- I know, listen,
we'll talk about this later.

Right now we have clients.

- Table five.
He's been asking for you.

- Wakatta.

I'm gonna ask you
some things.

- Be my guest.
- Why?

- Your charms are to my liking.

- How many sessions
will it take?

- 12 is my lucky number.

- Seven's mine.
- Then ten it is.

- Are you a Mormon?
- No.

- No, the church wouldn't work
with a man like you.

Who hired you?

- Your father.

He made it clear
how much it wounded him

that you abandoned the family

and what he was willing to do
to get you back.

It's very simple, Samantha.

You can take my offer,

or you can go home
and face him.

- See you tomorrow at00.

- Hai.

- Hai.

- Mm.

- Who gave you this information?

- Yes.

And I know
what you're gonna say.

He's clearly using me to hit
back at Tozawa, but who cares?

Because we're talking about
stopping a plane full of meth

from entering Tokyo.

- How do you know Ishida
is telling you the truth?

- He has no reason to lie.

So the plane's
getting in tomorrow morning.

We're gonna have to move fast.

- We do not have to move.

I will investigate
when the time is right.

- The time...

I don't understand.
I bring you this information.

I-it's tomorrow morning.
We have to move on it.

You just want to wait?

- A man was just killed
when he fell from the roof

of the headquarters
of Chihara-Kai.

- When?
- Two days ago.

It was kept quiet
to keep the peace.

- Who was it?

- The traitor whose name
you gave to Ishida.

Everything you do
has consequences.

With information,
there is always a cost.

If there is a story here,
it will be yours to write.

But you must have patience.

Trust me when I say

that acting rashly
could jeopardize many things.

Do you trust me?

No way, baby.

Hi.

- Happy anniversary, baby!

Three months.
- No way.

- Party time.
- Okay.

I thought maybe we could do
something different tonight,

the two of us.

- No, baby, tonight's a party.

Everyone wants
to celebrate you.

Let's go.

Get in.
- All right.

- It's gonna be fun.
- You always get me.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- These are new.

What happened?

Did they hurt you?

- No.

- It's okay.
You don't have to explain.

- There is my work...

and there is you.

I will keep them separate.

- Me too.

- Are you hungry?

- Yeah.

Ten minutes.

- Polina, don't worry about him.

He'll be here soon
and then with you

for the rest of the night.

- Come on.

You know you're
Akira's favorite, right?

- Yeah, I can see that.

- You do not have much
to cook with.

- I know.
I'd make a terrible housewife.

Who taught you to cook?

- My father.

He wanted to be a chef...

but needed money
to support new family.

Life got in the way.

- Yeah, it does that.

- When I was a boy...

he showed me
everything he knows.

He was very hard on me.

It was too much, the pressure.

But I can still do this.

Itadakimasu.

- Itadakimasu.

Thank you.

- Mmm.

Good?
- Yeah, really good.

- What?

"Choose the right."

The right what?
- Path.

- And your father,
he gave you this?

- Right before I left,
to remind me of my duty.

- To God?
- To him.

- And your father sent the man
who found you?

Who is this man?

- I don't know.

Baby, I really don't know.

- What does he want from you?

Who have you told about this?

- No one.

No one--you.

I told you.
I trust you.

Baby...

I'm scared.

- Kei, Kei, Kei, Kei!

What are you doing here?

- I'm sorry.
I have a tip.

It could be a massive scoop.
And it's time-sensitive.

- Kei!

- Fuck you!

- Sorry.

- My brother.

- Lot of spirit.

- He--he's not well.

He has--he sees conspiracies.

- Oh.
- He doesn't go outside.

- Listen, uh, I have
a reliable source

that says
a large shipment of meth

is being smuggled
into the country tomorrow.

- Whose is it?

- Tozawa's,
and I know the airport.

I know the plane
it's coming in on.

All I need is a cop
to authorize the search.

I went to Katagiri,

and he told me
that I couldn't pursue it.

- You don't work for Katagiri.
He can't tell you what to do.

Find someone else.

Go.

- Okay.

- Jake, Jake.

No one at the office knows
about my brother.

Please don't mention him.

- Mention who?

- Ah.

My one true love.

- Don't blow smoke up my ass.

- I would do it.

- Aw.

- Hey.
- Come here.

Baby.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Guys, uh, three months, right?

- You're right.
- Mm-hmm, yeah.

I just told her that you should
get some of the good stuff.

- A magnum would be super nice,
but, no, no, no, no.

You shouldn't waste
any more money on me.

- I don't know.

Maybe I get you drunk enough,
you behave yourself.

- Anything you want, baby.
It's your night.

- Ray-chan!

- Hai, Polina.

Would you
like something to drink?

- Yeah!

- Polina-san, Polina!

- Whoo!

- There's a drug shipment

coming into Tokyo
in a few hours by plane.

- Yes.

You promise me the exclusive,
I'll give you the details.

- Where did this information
come from?

- A very good source
that I cannot reveal.

- You tell Katagiri about this?

- Why would I tell Katagiri
about it?

Everyone knows
you're the better detective.

- Don't bullshit.

I know you guys have a thing.

- We have a thing, too.
- What did he say?

- He said he wanted to look
into it more,

but we don't have time.

It's coming in a few hours.

Listen, this source...

they're in the world.

You know what I mean?
- Got it.

- They've been right about
this kind of thing before.

If they say this is happening,
it's a good bet.

- Tell me more on the way.

So let's go.

- Yosh.

- Hai!
- Hai.

- Hai.

- There are no fucking drugs

on the plane.

Who gave you this tip?
- I can't tell you.

- You realize
they fucked both of us?

I will make it so no cop
will talk to you ever again.

- No, no, don't do that.
- Ever.

- It's not my fault.

- Fuck you,
and fuck your paper.

- We could have interviewed

every employee quietly,

built our case strong enough
to prevent any way

for Tozawa to escape.

Now he'll change everything--

his location, his method,
double his protection.

Because of you,
we start from nothing.

- I'm sorry. I...

I-I needed a story.

I don't know what happened.
My source has been good--

- Such entitlement.

Such a disappointment.

- Aah!

- Why would your source

give you bad information?

- I don't know.
They wouldn't.

It must have been...

uh, just a mistake.

- It's not that great

of a story anyway,
and if we publish it,

I burn two different sources

for this one average-ass story.

- Hey.

- You don't need
to worry anymore.

- Are you sure?

Did you talk to him?

- It's over.
You're safe.

That's what matters, right?

- What did you do?

- What did you think
I would do?

- Use the American.

Is that all I am to you?

Just an American you could use.
Give me bad information.

- Huh?

- Huh?

- Don't look at me like that.

Give me
a piece-of-shit tip, huh?

- Keep your voice down.

- There were no drugs
on the plane.

- That cannot be.

- Can't be?
What, were they invisible?

- Hey, cool down.
- Cool down? No.

He fucked me.
You fucked me!

You really fucked me over.

Or are you just
such a dumb fucking Yak

you didn't know the tip
you gave me was bad?

Is that it?
You want to fucking go?

- Don't.
- You want to go?

Let's fucking go!
- Please don't!

- You fucked my career!
- Jake, go home!

- No cop will ever talk
to me again...

- Go home!
- Because of you!

Fuck you! I'll never trust
a fucking source again!

- You're gonna hurt yourself!
Please go home!

- Wow, you guys are made
for each other, you know that?

You make
a great fucking couple.

Fuck you!

- Oh, God.