All language subtitles for Okitegami Kyouko no Bibouroku ep09 (848x480 x264)

For her, every day

is full of mystery.

As a detective

with a memory that resets each day,

she does all she can
to solve the mystery of each day.

But in this world

there are things best left unknown,

and things you lose if you know them.

When uncovered, the truth

isn't necessarily pleasant.

In our foolishness

we don't always notice things

until the moment we lose them.

Welcome.

You're early again today.

- Coffee, please.
- Okay.

Kizunai Hōrō.

The owner of Sandglass,

the café and detective mediation agency.

Last week

Last week,

I went to see a detective
who used to help me.

The former detective Kudō-san.

When he retired to make soba noodles,

I lost him as the detective I relied on

and met the Forgetful
Detective Okitegami Kyōko-san.

In hindsight, that bad luck

was actually good.

Oh~!

So? What did you want to ask?

It's about the owner of Sandglass, Hōrō-san.

Hōrō?

According to Kudō-san,

when Hōrō-san first opened Sandglass

the local private detectives

were suspicious of him

and refused to go near.

But then...

If you register with me,

I'll give you all secret prize money!

Everyone! Free money!

Thanks to those generous words,

they decided getting money and work

was worth the 10% brokerage fee.

Hōrō-san's persuasive skill paid off,

and he gathered registered detectives.

Kyōko-san was one of them.

I knew a lot of detectives,

but it was the first time I'd seen her.

That white hair, too.

There was a rumour among the detectives.

They said he let her live upstairs like that

because she was Hōrō-san's woman.

If I hadn't known what I did,

I might have thought the same.

But...

when I saw that writing,

From today, you will live as

Okitegami Kyoko, private detective

like a spell binding Kyōko-san,

I could only think of worse scenarios.

In that room...

...why is that writing there?

Well~ My~ That's a tricky question.

Is she a detective because she's Kyōko-san,

or Kyōko-san because she's a detective?

It's that difficult.

Stop playing games.

Listen...

if you learn why it's there,
what will you do?

What?

You have no money, no power.

What on earth could you do

when bad luck is all you have?

That was obviously

a declaration of war.

Declaration of war

Even though I'm a pacifist,

I can't afford to run away.

Oh, Kyōko-san, good morning.

I am the owner, Kizunai Hōrō.

Good morning.

I'm Makuru. This is Nuru.

I'm sure there's something I can do

for Kyōko-san again today.

Good morning.

My name is Yakusuke.

I can trust Yakusuke-san

- Ah.
- We've met often.

What's your job here?

I'm not an employee.

I just live nearby.

Is that right?

Whenever I can,

I come and visit before work.

Would you like some coffee?

Yes, please.

What's Yakusuke-san up to, lately?

Who knows?

If he's coming this often,
he may as well move here.

He can't, we've got no free rooms.

Here you go.

Thank you.

I have to get going.

I'll go with you.

The weather's fine, so we'll walk together.

The revival screening starts today.

Would you like to go with me tonight?

This week, Yakusuke-san's been here
Monday, Wednesday and Friday mornings.

Kyōko-san has looked at us

and asked if anyone else works here

on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday.

The mornings Kyōko-san asks
how many people work here

are the mornings Yakusuke-san isn't here.

Meaning what?

Kyōko-san has Yakusuke-san's name
written somewhere on her body.

If today's no good,

I'll ask another day.

So don't force yourself...

It's fine.

Eh?

I'll go.

You will?

- Weren't you serious?
- I'm serious!

I've never been more serious.

I just never thought you'd say...

Haven't I said yes before?

No, you've said,
"Pass", or "Pass" or "Pass"...

- Oh, that's nasty.
- It is!

- I'm sorry.
- Ah, don't blame yourself.

It's only natural.

Because you're meeting me
for the first time each day.

So why today?

When we were talking, I felt...

Please, answer it.

Okitegami Detective Agency.

How can I help?

Kagerō 3-chome.

I'll be right there.

It's fine.

I'm used to bad luck.

Please let your job come first.

As for the film...

I'll invite you again.

The other party seemed to know

I only accept cases I can solve in a day,

and from his voice

it didn't sound like a serious incident.

So...

when it's over, let's go to "Meiko".

I'll meet you in front of the cinema at 7 pm.

Don't be late.

See you this evening.

Yes... Yes!

Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!

Yes!

Good luck with your job!

Don't drink anything you're given.

You might be drugged, so take care.

Same to you, Yakusuke-san I can trust.

Make sure your bad luck
doesn't stop you coming.

Yes!

"I can...trust"...

That day, what awaited us

wasn't bad luck or disaster.

Perhaps it was...

nothing but the truth.

We're Drink Kitchen.

Excuse me~

Thank you for coming.

I'd like you to crack that code.

Please solve the mystery.

In a place I didn't know, Kyōko-san

was about to open the door

of an unsolvable mystery.

Okitegami Kyōko's
Memorandum

Subtitles by
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Yuinōzaka-san.

I'm told it's an auspicious name.

What our company deals in

are connections between people.

- Like a marriage bureau?
- No.

We introduce business partners.

For example, we might connect the heads

of a food company and a sports company,

and a new project would be born.

I see.

So what's this code?

It was written by the vice-president, Fuchibuchi.

He was suddenly gone,

leaving this behind.

"A circle and square argue",

"An inverted triangle is over-familiar",

"If it's a straight line, it comes close".

It's gibberish to me.

These 3 lines all refer to shapes.

3 lines?

3 lines of poetry. It's a poem.

Ah...

The shapes begin by arguing,

become over-familiar,

and come close.

Is it about human relationships?

You want me to find who killed Fuchibuchi-san?

This is a dying message.

A message written just before he died?

Yes, it's written in blood.

Judging by the colour,

it was about 4 hours ago.

Ah, no...

- It's paint.
- Paint?

Well, whatever.

Then you want me to find Fuchibuchi-san?

This is a clue to his whereabouts.

That's wrong, too.

I believe

there's a number hidden in this.

12 digits.

The number for opening a safe?

It's a safe, isn't it?

Something terrible is inside.

Rather than hiring a detective

to crack the code,

it would be quicker to ask
a pro to break open the safe.

But there's a reason you can't do that.

The person who introduced me to you

called you the "Forgetful Detective".

When you sleep, you forget.

Yes.

Will you forget everything I say?

I'll have forgotten tomorrow
whether I want to or not.

Detectives also have a duty of confidentiality.

This contains a list of personal data

obtained through unauthorised means.

I didn't buy it.

Fuchibuchi did it alone.

I...

...tried to dispose of the list unused.

But Fuchibuchi

changed the code to the safe.

When I got close to learning the number,

while I was away

he left the code instead of a number

and disappeared.

Why a code?

Who knows?

Probably childish revenge.

I don't think he liked it

that I scolded him about the list.

Since I can't find Fuchibuchi,

I have no choice but to solve it myself.

But I have no clue,

so I called you.

I understand.

First, tell me about Fuchibuchi-san.

To quickly crack a code,

it helps to know about
the person who made it.

Hinako Real Estate

Yakusuke-kun.

Yes?

- Put this one up, too.
- Okay.

Renovations make a difference.

It's a lovely house.

Excuse me.

About this listing...

Ah~ In the next town...

It's "Sandglass".

I can't find any details.

It's apartments,

so I thought it would be registered.

They don't, do they?

Rent rooms.

Do they really?

Thinking about it,

although it seemed to have 15 apartments,

I'd never seen any other residents.

At first it was a small company,

just Fuchibuchi and me.

Putting your names together,

- made the word "connections".
- That's right.

But this isn't just our company now.

Stunts that mislead the staff

can't be permitted.

You're very unconcerned.

Fuchibuchi-san may have gone
to take responsibility by suicide.

If that's true,

it's his own fault.

Do you think that's cold?

Like I'm a villain?

But who decides what's good

and what's evil?

Okitegami-san, have you learned about

the Kamakura shogunate?

The Kamakura shogunate, established in 1192.

That has changed.

Many schools now teach
that it began in 1185.

Isn't that bizarre?

What happened to the history we were taught?

I'd fail if I took a test now.

As the eras change,

the world also changes.

So does the judgment of good and evil.

The samurai are sometimes considered heroes,

but other times they're mass murderers.

Heinous villains.

The criteria humans establish

have that little worth.

You mean killing someone doesn't matter?

It's an interesting discussion,

but this is the Heisei era, not Sengoku.

I know.

These days, killing people is a crime.

Not only the collapse of the company,

this could be the end of my life.

I understand the main points.

I'll try to decrypt the code.

Please let me think a little.

Shall I get some coffee?

Asking the president to make it

would be far too much.

This drink shop is nearby,

and it seems they do delivery.

Let's order.

You'll pay, naturally.

If only four people live at Sandglass...

Nuru-kun and Makuru-chan are live-in staff,

so the only real renting tenant is Kyōko-san.

The rent from one person

would be paltry.

For a building that size,

the fixed asset tax and
maintenance costs must be significant.

The small income from the
detective brokerage and café

wouldn't cover the costs.

And yet...

Even with over 10 empty rooms,

they don't bother advertising.

Where do the funds come from?

Soba shop

What sort of person is Hōrō-san?

Ah~ It was rumoured

he was the spitting image

of a roguish Kyoto detective
called Itō or Itoi or something.

A roguish Kyoto detective.

That description

Kizunai Hōrō

Itō

Itoi

felt like it could fit Hōrō-san...

Itohan?

Ah.

Yakusuke-san, a colleague from the next town.

He says he knows something about Sandglass.

Thank you!

Hello?

There are various patterns of encryption.

The first is meaningless text.

Meaningless?

The tanuki code.

The original sentence is meaningless,

but if you remove the
"ta"s, a meaning appears.

Okita tegata mita

Kyō tatako

That's how it works.

Oki tega mi

Kyō ko

Okitegami
Kyōko

In those cases, there'll be a tanuki picture.

But the case today

doesn't fit the pattern

of having a tanuki key.

The next pattern

is where the handwriting
or writing tool gives a hint.

Handwriting is a treasure trove of information.

For example, here.

Since it's my own writing

and there's no disturbance of the characters,

even if it was written a desperate situation

I know I wasn't forced to write it.

However,

characters written on the floor with a finger

make handwriting appraisal difficult.

Of course, there are fingerprints

so the police can look for a match, but...

Why do you

believe it was Fuchibuchi-san who wrote this?

You said earlier you were away at the time.

The timing means it must be Fuchibuchi.

Okitegami-san, I don't want
a lecture on encryption.

I want the answer.

The first line.

"A circle and square argue".

Isn't this about squaring the circle?

Squaring the circle?

Drawing a circle and square
with the same area

using only a compass and ruler.

It's one of Greece's 3 major conundrums.

Yuinōzaka-san, do you like maths?

No...I'm bad at it.

Ah, I thought so!

I well understand why

Fuchibuchi-san chose this code.

Codes are used

to hide something you
actually want to convey.

Oh! Yakusuke-kun, nice drawing.

3 years ago, as the Sandglass building aged,

almost all the residents had left

and demolition was planned.

But just then,

a capricious visitor from Kyoto appeared

who bought the land and building outright.

What's more, he spent
money repairing the building

to its present state.

Hōrō-san said something

like a riddle or a code.

That's a tricky question.

Is she a detective because she's Kyōko-san,

or Kyōko-san because she's a detective?

Did the egg come first?

Or the chicken?

Chicken and egg.

Sandglass and Hōrō-san.

Hōrō-san and Kyōko-san.

Kyōko-san and Sandglass.

That's it!

Stop playing games and tell me.

You've cracked the code, right?

Yes, although it's presumptuous.

My conclusion is,

the number in the code

doesn't have 12 digits.

It's 11 digits.

So it's not to the safe?

No, understanding half
is enough for the code.

What do you mean?

It's like the 1192 Kamakura shogunate.

Ah, it's 1185?

- That doesn't really work.
- Whichever.

The point is, it's a mnemonic.

This code.

At the start I called this a poem.

That's what it is.

Within the poem is a piem.

Piem?

- Pi?
- Yes, that's right.

For example...

Can I tell a story regarding my secret?

Convert each word of the sentence

into the number of characters.

What appears is pi, 3.1415926.

That's a piem.

It's a technique used

in English-speaking schools to remember pi.

Pi plus poem equals piem.

Fuchibuchi-san used pi for the safe number.

And to remember it,

he used a Japanese piem.

If you write each word in hiragana,

it's easy to see.

The result is an 11-digit number.

31415926535.

Since it's pi, the next number is clear.

It's 8.

Perhaps he couldn't think of
a word with 8 characters.

But if it's just one digit,

you can remember it as piem plus 8.

Incredible...

Thank you.

I can finally open the safe.

- You're jumping ahead.
- Eh?

It's too soon to thank me.

I haven't finished deciphering the code.

Because this

is also a dying message.

Fuchibuchi-san was killed here.

The culprit attacked Fuchibuchi-san,

then realised the safe's
number had been changed.

Luckily or unluckily,

Fuchibuchi-san was still breathing

and with his last strength
he wrote a message.

Normally you'd expect

he wouldn't write the number

for the benefit of his murderer,

but perhaps there was a complex relationship.

With his last strength, Fuchibuchi-san

may have wanted to say he'd been wrong.

But in reality,

what he wanted to communicate

wasn't the safe's code.

It was the killer.

Fuchibuchi-san believed the culprit
lacked the maths ability to solve it,

and wrote it deliberately.

You needed a third party to decipher it.

In the process, he knew
the killer would be revealed.

Then he should've just written the name.

If he did that, the killer would see

and just erase it.

If he hid it within a code to the safe,

the killer wouldn't be able to.

That's what he believed.

It was all he could do
on the verge of death.

Cut that out.

What killer? What "verge of death"?

In an uncluttered office,

why are all those boxes there?

They were taken out
to make room for something.

Stop!

Stop this.

The culprit who killed Fuchibuchi-san

was you, Yuinōzaka-san.

You did something irreparable.

Whatever the era,

a person who disregards life has no future.

You and this company are finished.

It's not over. You'll forget.

- I'm not sleepy yet.
- You have a duty of confidentiality.

Although we repeatedly confirmed things,

you didn't tell me you had killed someone.

That terminates the contract.

- I'll pay you.
- I love money.

But my principle is not to accept dirty money.

I don't want to use violence against a woman.

A feminist murderer, how thrilling!

You can't afford to joke.

It's about time.

I passed a message earlier.

Sorry for the delay.
I'm from Drink Kitchen.

- Thanks.
- That's 1620 yen.

Here.

I'll take it.

Thank you.

So you see...

This is the police.

We've received a report.

That's right.

Sorry.

We tricked you.

Which came first, the chicken or the egg?

It's reversed, isn't it?

The first one at Sandglass wasn't you,

it was Kyōko-san.

Kyōko-san lived here already,

then you came here and bought it

and started detective brokerage.

Correct, well done.

Then what's that writing on the ceiling?

She showed me just once

when I first came here.

It's from before you came, right?

- That's right.
- Who wrote it?

- That's a mystery.
- Don't dodge the question.

I'm not dodging it.

What are they talking about?

Yakusuke-kun,

you mustn't underestimate me.

I'm a hardcore coward.

Pardon?

I don't have the guts

to fight over Kyōko-san with you!

But before you said,
"Just try it if you dare".

That was before.

I'm not required to do that anymore.

Because he's dead.

This place's sponsor,

Nuru-kun's and my employer.

- Eh?
- Eh?

Taijō Sorazane deceased

Thanks.

That's enough.

Good work.

Sorry for deceiving you.

You look disbelieving.

But it's not surprising you were fooled.

Because this was a re-staging of an old case.

One you solved in the past.

You solved the mystery
in precisely the same way then,

and found a corpse.

Back then you were an ordinary mystery fan,

not a detective.

But your words and actions
were exactly the same.

I didn't believe it,

but you've really forgotten, haven't you?

Who are you?

Sawano Shinji.

I worked at this company

and was a close friend of
the Fuchibuchi killed by Yuinōzaka.

You caught my enemy.

That's how we met.

A year after we'd started dating,

we got engaged.

But you suddenly vanished.

I was shocked when I saw you last week.

Your hair was a different colour,
and you'd forgotten me.

I thought it was someone else.

But I was intrigued,

so I asked a research firm to investigate.

You were called the Forgetful Detective.

You were excellent at reasoning
like the Kyōko I knew.

But your surname was different.
It wasn't Okitegami.

I wasn't sure you were the same Kyōko.

So you set this up?

Thanks to that, I'm convinced.

You really are the Kyōko I know.

Could anyone else reason that same way?

I thought you'd abandoned me.

But something had happened,

you'd lost your memory,

and you couldn't come home.

I'm glad we met.

To be honest, I don't know much either.

3 years ago,

things got risky for me in Kyoto

and in Osaka I met a man
throwing money around.

He helped me, and in return

I became the owner of Sandglass

without asking questions or caring.

I sent reports once a month.

I was told to contact him
if anything changed.

And the go-between was Nuru-kun.

Really?

I just sent the reports via a post office box.

I don't even know if they were read.

Direct contact was forbidden.

It seems he was veiled in secrets.

How mean! Leaving me out!

I'm sowwy!

What other secrets do you have?

None!

I didn't even know about the ceiling writing.

I don't know anything more, either.

Is this the person who made
Kyōko-san into Okitegami Kyōko?

Could be, but we can't ask now.

I wonder who Kyōko-san really is.

Your story is inconsistent.

You say we first met

before my memory began resetting.

Right.

If we had dated for
a year before it happened,

I would remember you.

But unfortunately,

I have no memory at all

of your face or your existence.

When do your memories stop?

How long ago is your last memory?

That's...

Last fragment of memory

That's a company secret.

I can't tell you.

It's not that you can't tell me,

you just don't know.

What do you mean?

There's a story of a spy.

On the night of his fortieth birthday

he had an accident,

and his memory began
resetting whenever he slept.

Whenever he awoke, his last memory,

that is, his fortieth birthday,

felt like yesterday to him.

However, when a year had passed

his family noticed something was wrong.

The spy was forgetting his fortieth birthday.

His last memory became

of being 39, then 38,

37, 36, 35, 34...

For every day he lived,

he lost a day of his memories.

And you?

How far do your memories go?

- I...
- Haven't you've forgotten me?!

You told me.

You said Kyōko was a pseudonym

and you couldn't share your real name.

But you told me your real name.

It's okay now.

You don't have to be Okitegami Kyōko!

Let's get it back.

The real you.

If Kyōko-san isn't Kyōko-san,

she could have a family somewhere,

a boyfriend, and not be a detective...

Someday...

a day may come when
she disappears from my life.

I'm leaving.

I don't remember you.

I don't want to sacrifice today

for a past I don't remember.

I believe in my self of today.

Someone is waiting for me.

Look.

Stop it.

Saying she'll disappear someday.

It would be silly to let "someday"

spoil today.

Kyōko-san will be here soon.

Yakusuke-san!

Kyōko-san will surely say,

"You're buying the tickets, aren't you?"

Of course.

"Of course," I'll reply,

"and the drinks and popcorn,

"and anything you ask for."

We'll chat to the last second,

and when the film begins

we'll laugh, thrill, cry,

and enjoy today together.

She'll have forgotten it tomorrow,

but this moment is really here.

...At that time I was lost in a happy fantasy.

Kyōko-san had taught something to me,

who had cursed my unlucky days.

That was to cherish living each day.

- Wait!
- Stop it.

- Why don't you get it?
- Let go!

- I'm back.
- Welcome!

Look at this.

This is thanks to you.

- Thank you.
- Likewise.

I waited for hours that day,

but Kyōko-san never came.

She didn't contact anyone,

and didn't return to Sandglass.

10 days later, I still don't know where she is.

Okitegami Detective Agency.

Kagerō 3-chome.

On that day,

she had received a work request.

If something happened there

that stopped her going home...

Did you see a woman with white hair?

- I did!
- Where?

When I asked about a young
woman with white hair and glasses,

many people remembered her.

I spoke to the building manager,

and he said one floor had been rented

for a week for a magazine shoot.

But the company, address
and contact name written

were all fictitious.

Did Kyōko-san really come here?

What on earth happened?

The trail I was following

stopped dead.

When it's over, let's go to "Meiko".

Don't be late.

Kyōko-san?

Kyōko-san!

You're Kyōko-san, aren't you?

Okitegami Kyōko-san?

Okitegami Kyōko...

Who's that?