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"Taberipo"

"Lowest-ranked"

"Dishes taste worse"

It's crazy.

"Expensive, taste awful"

"Bad atmosphere. Don't recommend it."

"The soup tastes like sewage I expected good meat."

"Service didn't improve. Cheap but awful"

"Not many choices, only provides pasta."

"Quality of everything is low. I'd rather cook myself."

"Disappointing. Not satisfied at all."

This is crazy.

This is crazy.

"Taberipo"

People of this city...

All of them...

This is crazy!

Roasted lobster costs 1,300 yen.

Beef fillet with foie gras costs 1,500 yen?

Does it make any profit? It's crazy!

Anyway, Ichigo,

the Teito Hotel double murder's murderer wasn't arrested, right?

The cyanide used to kill wasn't found at her home,

and she had an alibi.

And the person likely to be pulling the strings behind the scenes is...

- Maria. Yes, Maria! - Maria. Yes, Maria!

- Maria Magdalena! - Maria Magdalena!

Boom!

Her name was on the hotel's guests list.

She also sent Mr Akechi a postcard by airmail.

This Maria, whom Mr Akechi is so obsessed with, is probably...

his ex-girlfriend.

What? Is she?

That's why you've never been in a relationship.

Mr Akechi can't get over her.

Actually, I've called Mr Akechi here,

why don't you try to find out how he feels?

I said a new French restaurant has opened,

and he left to come here at once.

At once? You...

So, I'll have a cup of spice latté and go home.

What?

Boom!

You want me to have French food while standing?

Well, restaurants like this are popular in Tokyo.

You can't taste it if you eat while standing.

However, everyone is absorbed in taking photos instead of eating.

But having foie gras and a glass of red wine during the day?

If people enjoy it like that, it isn't impossible.

- But it's not suitable for a date. - A date?

Gosh, you think this is a date?

Come on, stop it!

Did you think I invited you?

You're already drunk?

That doesn't matter!

Anyway, who is Maria to you?

I'm sorry.

Well, maybe eating French cuisine in casual clothes

and making loud noises is something you do in Tokyo.

Today, let's make a toast to the crazy gourmet heaven

that is Tokyo.

"Maison Verité"

There you go, sir.

It's marinated seafood.

Chef.

The man at the table at the back wearing glasses

should be Gourmet Daimyo.

Gourmet Daimyo?

A famous reviewer of Taberipo.

I see...

French restaurants are opening nearby and we have fewer customers,

so let's give it our all.

There you go, sir.

It is Tournedos Rossini made with veal fillet.

Please enjoy.

Oh, I'm stuffed!

Thank you. Please come again!

- Go away! - Yes.

Dear me.

"Mary Magdalene"

How are you, Mr Detective?

Someday, in Paris,

I want to have a good croissant and café au lait with you.

"To: Mr Goro Akechi"

Your café au lait and croissant, Madame.

Thank you.

Will you go shopping at Boulevard de Grenelle later?

No, I'm going to the Louvre today.

Have a nice day.

Thank you.

"Maison Verité"

"Gourmet Daimyo"

"I went to Maison Verité"

It's ordinary classic French cuisine, so to speak.

The taste and plating are mediocre.

Well, old school.

I'd rather go to the stand-up French place in the opposite side

and have their 1,500 yen Tournedos Rossini.

No revisits.

I won't go there again!

Chef.

Two customers cancelled their bookings tomorrow night.

I see.

"Ichigo Deli"

No way!

Meccha French?

- This way, please. - Okay.

Thank you.

Not there?

- Going in. - Okay.

Ichigou Kobayashi!

- Are you okay? - Yes, I am.

Thank goodness.

I thought you ate too much and passed out.

I don't eat that much!

And I've repeated many times, it's Ichigo, without a "u"!

Anyway, I didn't realise that there was a French restaurant.

I'd been there once, years ago.

Coming through.

He has acute alcohol poisoning during the day?

That man...

What? You know him?

Don't cases happen too often around you?

I don't know him.

I just saw him coming out the restaurant the other day.

A detective never forgets a face he has seen.

If Mr Akechi draws someone's death near them,

that's because...

she smiled at someone again.

We haven't met in a while.

I've been reborn into a new person,

and I've come to see you again.

I want to be you.

People all over the world know you,

but nobody knows who you are and where you came from.

Tell me.

Who are you?

And who...

am I?

If you were to be killed tomorrow,

what would be the last thing you eat?

"Episode 3"

Suffocated at a restaurant in Jingumae?

You don't have to send me...

Mr Katono!

I've bought coffee.

It's right in front of me.

You're late.

He's here!

Mr Akechi! There you go.

That's mine!

The patient sent to hospital is in his 30s to 40s,

looks like an office worker in a grey suit－

Not a patient now.

He's already dead.

Is it murder?

It's just an accident.

A mochi stuck in his throat and he died.

Is there a French restaurant that serves mochi?

French...

Didn't you see the tricolour flag?

Oh, right!

They serve mochi in tricolour cuisine lately too.

Takahashi, check if it's a possible murder,

and we'll have Turkish food using our budget.

Excuse me.

What is he talking about?

See you.

I'm Ito, the chef and manager here. He is the waiter, Nonaka.

Hello.

So, the late Yasushi Iwamoto, an office worker.

What time did he come here?

It was when lunchtime was nearly over,

so it was around 2:00 pm.

What did he order?

Just our usual lunch set.

Lunch set?

Déje－ What?

This 3,500 yen one?

Yes.

Wow, 3,500...

It's expensive for lunch!

Please tell us what happened during the accident.

The customer looked like he was starving.

He wolfed down the food right after it was served.

Yes, he did.

Then the bread got stuck in his throat.

I hurried to help him drink some water...

Bread...

Is it the so-called baguette?

It's just the usual pain de campagne.

Oh, I see! The usual boom-boom-boom, right?

What the heck is that?

I'll go and ask Mr Akechi.

Mr Akechi!

What is pain de campagne?

Pain de campagne?

It's a round French country bread like this.

Right, Mr Akechi?

You're here?

I went to the loo.

Oh, it's quick to check with my smartphone.

- Okay, Kurukku. - Kurukku.

Images of pain de campagne.

Pain de campagne is...

- Look! - This.

I'm here to ask Mr Akechi.

And I know that too.

Mr Akechi, you like it too?

The same one...

was stuck on the kitchen of the French restaurant.

Takahashi.

Did the man die

because he had pain de campagne stuck in his throat?

I think so.

Any witnesses?

The waiter,

and a lady who delivered vegetables there.

I see.

If you miss me,

come anytime you want.

Yes!

See you again!

It isn't a murder, it's an accident, right?

No. Pain de campagne is usually served in slices.

Getting it stuck in the throat and dying

is harder than dying by hitting one's head on a piece of tofu.

You were at the crime scene by chance?

Yes.

The restaurant's staff tried hard to help him drink water,

but the customer had already passed out.

Mr Katono!

I have asked Mr Akechi.

What did he say?

He told me to go and see him again.

I've got the witness's statement.

So, it doesn't seem to be a murder, right?

Do a background check on the victim.

He paid 3,500 yen for lunch!

"Maison Verité"

Ah! Mr Akechi, you're browsing Taberipo!

Oh, what a surprise!

This is pretty curious.

Couples from around the world check websites like these

to choose where they go on dates?

Ichigou Kobayashi, are you free tonight?

That... That's too sudden!

Your outfit is too casual.

Okay, let's buy you a change of clothes now.

Gosh, you're so forceful!

Are you smoking again?

Don't. It'll dull your sense of taste.

It's fine, no customer will come anyway.

You should be patient now.

The French cuisine you make is the best in Tokyo.

That's right.

Maybe he will come as a customer soon.

- He? - Yes.

He will surely come to pursue me.

Maybe with his cute assistant too.

No need to worry.

Just do what I tell you to.

Run your restaurant as usual.

But...

There were witnesses, the police can't do anything.

Moreover, in Japan,

more than 4,000 people a year suffocate

from having food stuck in the throat.

The man was only one of them.

A mean, ugly snake

looked down on you at a place where the whole world can see.

That's why I, someone anonymous,

got rid of the snake for you.

The one who killed him was me.

No, you're only my hand and foot.

I'm the one who killed the snake.

Chef.

Are you free?

- What's the matter? - Well...

We have two walk-in customers.

I knew it was for the case.

I'm embarrassed that I had my hopes up for a second.

What? Hope?

What did I expect?

Idiot...

You aren't feeling well?

I'm all right now.

That's okay, then.

What does the chef recommend?

It's the dinner course made with selected seasonal ingredients, sir.

- Expensive! - Good. We'll have that.

For wine, we'll have Chablis premier cru.

- Two glasses, please. - The wine's expensive too!

Certainly, sir.

Ichigou Kobayashi.

Stop saying expensive, expensive. It's embarrassing.

Oh, it's okay!

We're the only customers here.

Chef.

They ordered the seasonal dinner.

They're a lovely couple.

Is this an anniversary?

This is our homemade pain de campagne.

Please enjoy it with the Echiré butter from France.

They are served in slices.

Whoa, but it's starting to make me scared

when I think about the fact that someone died after eating this here.

Wow, the aroma of rye stands out.

It's the aroma of happiness.

Autumn root-vegetable terrine,

served with mustard whipped cream.

Disc abalone and turnip consommé.

Japanese salmon mi cuit, sir.

Please enjoy it with the lily bulb purée.

It's so good!

All the dishes are simple but have lots of flavour.

This is our restaurant's signature dish since we opened,

Tournedos Rossini made with veal fillet.

It looks...

not that different from what I had at the stand-up French restaurant.

Ichigou Kobayashi.

You can make so many delicious bentos.

A good chef like you should be able to taste the difference.

A 1,500-yen Tournedos Rossini you eat while standing up,

and this one here should taste different.

Good chef?

All right, let's dig in!

It's booming good!

What an unrefined compliment.

Rossini is crying in the shadow of the bush.

I rarely say booming－

Now, I'll try it too.

Not bad.

Oh, no.

There is one more candidate for my last supper.

Thanks for dinner.

Will you ask the chef to come?

Yes.

Promise me two things.

Yes?

One.

Do not interrupt no matter what during our conversation.

- Okay. - Two.

Keep a poker face even when you're surprised.

I'll try.

Is there any problem, sir?

Wow, I'm surprised that I could have classic French cuisine

with such solid sauces in Tokyo.

Did you start from making the fond?

Yes.

I was trained in a Paris restaurant

and I made it with the original recipe.

I didn't arrange it to the likings of Japanese people.

You must've been trained at an old established restaurant.

No, it was a small bistro in Paris, which didn't even get a star.

Oh, that's interesting. Where is it?

Right next to the Louvre Museum.

It was Louvre...

Is that why there's a Mona Lisa postcard in your kitchen?

How do you know?

Any attachment to Mona Lisa?

That's something given to me by a lady I care about.

A lady you care about.

"13 years ago, Paris"

- Thank you. - Thanks.

I'm surprised.

I came here by chance, I had no idea the chef was Japanese.

I'm still a trainee.

You will go to Louvre now?

I'm so jealous. I haven't been there yet.

You're making an effort during your training.

I wish I could have such good French cuisine in Tokyo.

Mona Lisa?

I thought I'd at least give you a postcard

to thank you for the delicious dish.

The dish that has foie gras on top of the steak...

Tournedos Rossini? It's our signature dish.

I'm going to open a restaurant in Tokyo

that serves genuine French cuisine.

I'll invite you to be my first customer.

I'm so happy!

That's a promise.

I'm looking forward

to the day I have Tournedos Rossini in Tokyo.

Yes.

That's why I didn't want to change its taste at all.

I see.

The taste is your pride as a chef.

Yes.

Your meeting with the Japanese lady

was what gave you your belief.

It's reasonable to say so.

So, for example...

if someone says something bad about this dish,

what would you do?

I'll kill them.

I can understand.

For example...

By pushing my homemade bread into his mouth...

I'm sorry...

- I'm so sorry! - Miss?

- Are you hurt anywhere? - No.

I'm so sorry.

- I'll clean it up now. - I'm so sorry!

- May I take this? - I'm sorry.

Maybe I needed "Three. Don't drop the glass."

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, that's right, Mr Akechi, about the Rossini just now.

Is Rossini someone's name?

Don't bother! I'll look it up myself.

Okay, Kurukku. Rossini.

Rossini is...

Wow, he's a composer but also a gourmand?

- Ichigou Kobayashi. - Yes.

Ask the smartphone that knows everything about the case's truth.

But ask it the truth of the case?

Okay, Kurukku. Maison Verite, Rossini.

Kurukku.

Opening Taberipo.

Got it!

There's a pretty hard marker.

Oh, indeed. One star.

His name is Gourmet Daimyo. So lame.

It's the man who suffocated at the restaurant.

What? How do you know?

He hasn't updated in these two days,

but before that, he wrote something every day.

That's all?

Everyone writes anonymously on restaurant review sites

You don't know who the person is.

That's exactly why he was killed.

To the murderer, this guy is a demon without a name.

They take photos of dishes without permission,

write like the gourmands on the telly,

and rate with stars like Michelin.

And they stay anonymous.

Oh, no. What a world.

Don't you think, Ichigou Kobayashi?

No, Chef Kobayashi.

If your food is slammed by someone on the Internet

and the restaurant you risked everything on is going to close,

can you forgive the person?

Wait...

Mr Akechi, do you side with the murderer?

- Do I seem to? - But you...

That's right!

That person, Maria,

she is a murderer too.

But somehow you're like that.

What is "that"?

Like she is someone special to you.

What's your point?

Is this Maria...

your ex-girlfriend or something?

Such poor imagination. But no surprise, coming from you.

- I wasn't the one who said that! - Whatever.

When I read this Gourmet Daimyo's review...

You changed the topic.

He scribbles only critical things about every restaurant.

"Not worth its cost."

"Cold service."

"The soup is lukewarm."

"Tastes bland."

"Too salty."

"The meat is too tough."

"The bread is stale."

The angry chef

set a trap for this foolish gourmand.

In a way that only a chef can do.

To reveal who Gourmet Daimyo, an unknown person, actually is.

But how?

You'll know at once if you compare his photos with the others.

You can't tell?

It's the plate.

Only the plate in Gourmet Daimyo's photos has patterns on the edge!

This is all we can find out on the review site.

It seems that from now on, I have to do the work myself.

I wonder what murder recipe...

she gave the sinful chef.

Let's do an autopsy before he's cremated!

No, I can't. The body has been returned to his family.

But who eats a 3,500-yen lunch set during the day?

That reason isn't enough to take any action!

Sir!

Mr Katono told me to look it up, so I had to.

I found in the late Iwamoto's review

that he always ordered one dish at expensive restaurants.

- 3,500 yen! - So what?

3,500 yen!

Indeed, why did he order set lunch on that day alone?

It's unnatural.

If we can do an autopsy, we might find some clue!

Well, Katono, if you think it was murder,

bring me some solid evidence!

Go away.

No, no, no!

Dull cases like this will turn cold!

I think better of you now, Mr Katono.

So I have to give you this.

My Mr Akechi. He looks like a different man!

Hello,

I'm Saburo Akechi, and I'm a gourmet writer.

"Saburo Akechi"

I'd like to ask about the incident at Maison Verite.

Every day,

I deliver vegetables to Maison Verite at 2:00 p.m. sharp.

When I entered the restaurant as usual...

- Hang in there! - Sir!

What's wrong?

Bread is stuck in his throat.

Drink some water first.

Drink water!

Did the chef let him drink the water?

Yes.

Oh, that's right.

The man was struggling vigorously,

his hand hit the chef,

and the glass and water flew away.

And it broke.

Oh?

Did it break?

It must've been broken. It was a wine glass, right?

Yeah.

Oh, that's right.

He shouted at me at that time.

- Who? - The chef.

I wanted to help...

- I'll do it. - Don't touch him!

It's okay, I'll do it.

I see.

Would you like a bento?

Ichigou.

What? Mr Akechi?

Why do you dress like this?

Just a little disguise.

Anyway, you dropped the glass and broke it at the restaurant...

Oh, I'm sorry about that!

Thank you.

My suspicion became certain because of that.

- I got you a costume too. - Me? Why?

I want you to sneak in somewhere.

What? Now?

I haven't sold all my bentos, so no. No way.

I have no other choice then.

We have very delicious handmade bentos.

Mademoiselle, would you like one?

So, are you ready?

"Ichigou Kobayashi"

Everything is ready.

Why do I have to do this every time?

I'm from Organic Vegetables Vitamin. I'm here to deliver vegetables!

Yes.

Oh?

You aren't the usual employee?

Oh, I'm a new part-time worker.

They're busy at the shop.

Oh, are they? Thank you.

Put the vegetables...

They told me where to put them. I'll do it.

Thank you, then.

I'll look for the wine glass now.

Look for a plastic one, okay?

Okay, fine.

There they are.

They all look the same.

They're all made of glass.

I can't see any plastic wine glass.

Is it in the rubbish dump?

Is plastic combustible or incombustible?

It's combustible in Shibuya City.

Wait, Mr Akechi,

you want me to pick through the rubbish?

What do you want me to buy you now?

Food processor!

He gets on my nerves!

Although it's for a food processor, this is a proper crime.

What?

Wait for me!

Wait for me, rubbish truck!

Wait for me, combustible waste!

You're kidding me!

Oh, gosh!

You called?

Momoko!

I'll go very fast, so hold on tight!

Okay!

Neutral!

- What's this queue? - Your two bentos.

Thank you.

I give up. I had no idea that business would be so prosperous.

Sorry, we have only one bento left.

It's always so quiet in front of your food truck though.

I'm totally mad.

You made a young lady do this!

Okay, let's begin.

See you.

Find a plastic wine glass from the rubbish.

- I need to prepare... - Fragments will do.

You have to buy me a food processor!

No. No...

I knew he wouldn't be sloppy and throw it away at his restaurant.

I did it for nothing.

Anyway, how can a plastic wine glass be evidence?

A detective should look for a weapon like a pistol or...

What's this?

Oh, it's the wine glass I broke yesterday.

It's in the bag.

Glass is incombustible. They shouldn't have.

Wait! What are you doing?

It's dangerous, you'll hurt your hand!

If the cops ignore small cases that turn cold daily,

a private detective does the opposite.

Mr Akechi, your hand is bleeding.

However small it is,

we find the fragments of possibility and pick them up.

We take the case out from darkness and expose it to light.

See?

I've found it.

Disguised as transparent glass...

a lying fragment.

Here you are, Harajuku's maestro.

What are you here for so late?

I've brought one of my best wines

to thank you for the Tournedos Rossini.

It's quite interesting.

"Monna Lisa"

Monna Lisa Piemonte.

An Italian wine.

Does a French chef hate Italian wine?

What do you want?

I'm not the police.

I'm just a gourmand whose heart was captivated by your food.

Now, let's make a toast to Mona Lisa.

Please have this.

Oh? You aren't surprised.

That's strange.

Every time I do this,

people would be surprised and ask me why the wine didn't spill.

I've seen it on the telly.

It's used for magic shows.

Wow, how do you know?

This is very well-made, isn't it?

The glass is made with a double layer of thin plastic,

and the liquid is put in the space between.

That's why it seems like a glass of wine if I hold it like this

and doesn't spill if I tip it upside-down.

I see.

That's how it's made?

Actually, there are some that have water inside.

That's right. It's easier to understand if you see this.

I just found something great.

Now, have a good look at it.

There are two layers.

Last night, my clumsy girlfriend dropped the wine glass

and broke it, right?

It was made of glass, so you should sort it as incombustible waste.

This was a plastic glass.

So don't put them together when you throw the rubbish.

On Taberipo,

Gourmet Daimyo criticised your restaurant,

so you tried to kill him.

To identify Gourmet Daimyo,

you served his dish with a plate different from the others.

When the photo was uploaded,

you sent a direct message to his personal page...

"I am Maison Verite's chef, Ito"

and invited him to lunch

as an apology for dishes he didn't like.

For free, of course.

Reviewers on Taberipo

rate restaurants based on value for the money,

and they're stingy.

If they could eat for free, they'd come wagging their tails.

I am very sorry you didn't like the food served at our restaurant.

It's unusual that a restaurant would treat me to set lunch.

I now think just a tiny bit better of you.

Thank you.

At that time,

did you send the waiter to buy cigarettes?

Right after you sent the waiter to buy something,

you served him pain de campagne.

In a way that one wouldn't imagine how a French chef serves bread.

Excuse me, sir.

What is this? The napkin is big.

What? Huh?

What's going on?

Sir,

it's our homemade pain de campagne.

His last lunch, instead of supper,

was strangely, like Jesus' disciples,

a piece of bread.

What a performance.

Performance?

Yes.

People don't normally kill with such awkward methods.

No, first of all,

people don't normally kill someone for trivial matters like that.

But there's one woman who kills for trivial matters like that.

And I know her.

She came up with all the scenarios.

She...

used your intent to kill.

To Maria, killing people doesn't need a reason or a motive.

She just wants to kill people.

That's all.

Ms Maria,

people in this city

are all crazy.

Because of the darn site,

where amateurs who can't appreciate food scribble...

my restaurant has become a bad, lowest ranked French restaurant.

I can't pay next month's rent...

and the waiter's salary either.

Well...

we have to punish the troublesome glutton.

You'll be okay if you do as I say.

That guy was someone who is okay to die.

In this city,

people who are okay to die are as many as the stars.

In the past...

when your restaurant just opened...

I had dined there once.

At that time,

I thought the chef made dishes with fortitude, and I was impressed.

Yeah, I remember you.

I remember that you had duck poele.

A first-rate chef doesn't forget a customer and the dish he ordered?

It makes me frustrated.

Why does a chef as great as you

give in to some stupid hostility?

If it's you...

you would've been able to fight against this city.

If only you hadn't met Maria.

Why do you know her?

I was...

the one who created her.

Created her?

Yes.

No, it's just a guess,

but after you met her,

an unknown self was created in your mind, right?

I understand very well.

Because it's what happened to me.

It's my last cigarette.

Well, it's a good opportunity to quit smoking.

I can't smoke in prison.

I think you got the wrong idea.

I didn't tell the police about our meeting here.

Why?

Even if the police thinks you're suspicious,

a wine glass fragment is insufficient as evidence,

and you won't be found guilty.

You win.

No.

Maria wins.

And I'm sorry,

but I'm not interested in your future,

and I don't care what you'll become.

I only want to reach where she is.

That's all.

What should I do to see her?

- What will you do if you see her? - Stop her.

Stop her, and?

Maybe there aren't many people in the world

who can really love her.

I'm Maria's servant.

Unlike you.

Someday,

I want to have wine with him at a restaurant in this city.

But not now.

After I kill more and more people...

he will be totally disappointed in this world,

and I can finally become his Mary.

But I'm not the Holy Mother.

I'm the sinful, dirty woman.

My name is...

Mary Magdalene.

You're here?

I just got a bit worried.

That's right.

This bottle of wine...

I've opened it.

Will you drink it with me?

Sorry, but I'll be driving.

All right. Just a formality then.

Sometimes he looks like he's in pain

when I look at his profile.

Like in his heart, he's always fighting something...

No.

He's fighting himself.

To the crazy gourmet heaven, Tokyo.

Cheers.

"Ichigo"

"Monna Lisa"

Cheers.

The gourmet detective solves a kitchen harassment and murder.

The victim was his classmate.

It was the first time I'd tried a mother's cooking.

Not bad.

- Chef, teach her how to cook. - Certainly.

The Maria Family kidnapped his assistant.

Stop!

I failed as a detective.