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Previously on Angie Tribeca. She's awake.

Sergeant Pepper?

Hi, Angie.

How long have I been out?

About nine months.

They said even if you did wake up, you wouldn't be you anymore.

It's possible that... Nobody asked you! Hey, if you're gonna lose your mind

every time you fall into a coma and I abandon you for another woman who then

raises your baby thinking it's my Canadian love child, it's gonna be a

long second season. Tribeca.

Angie. It's me.

Sergeant Pepper?

Eddie?

I have to say, I really enjoyed talking to you. Oh, me too.

This has been great.

I haven't talked too much about my personal stuff.

Not at all. The whole reason I'm here is because I got dumped, so it's nice to

know that somebody else is going through it.

So what are you gonna do about this old flame of yours?

The dead one I keep imagining is calling me? I don't know.

I say go for it. I mean... Tribeca!

Wrap it up! We got another jumper on the other side of town, and we need the pad!

What do you say?

Ready to come down?

Yeah, I want to live.

In fact, I'm going to... Oh, sorry, I just... Tribeca?

Gals, what's up?

Okay, be right there.

I can't get him to calm down.

Why don't we let Tribeca give it a shot? Even though it's a baby I had with some

chick from Canada, Tribeca might have a special connection to it. No, no, that's

fine. Go ahead, Angie. She said she doesn't want to, Jay.

I could try.

She said she could try.

Fine.

Hello, sir.

How are you?

That actually worked.

It's probably just the cough syrup kicking in.

Maybe I do have a maternal bone in my body after all.

Go to sleep.

What do you got on the skull, babe?

Well, you gave me quite a challenge this time. The skull had been in the water

over a week, but the fish and birds didn't pick clean. The salt water

dissolved. So nothing then? Easy.

I'm sure you have something, right, Dr. Scholz? I do. I was able to get a proper

tissue sample, and with the help of the new DNA image rendering software, we

should have an image of the victim's face shortly.

Little Angie licked the slide, but that shouldn't affect the results.

System crashed.

Tribeca! The shrink says you're blowing off your sessions.

Yeah, that's because I don't need them. I'm fine.

You exploded.

You were in a coma for a year, and now the guy you loved is banging the head of

forensics. Easy. Sorry.

The vagina of forensics. If that was my life, I'd have a bullet sandwich for

dinner and six feet of dirt for dessert. Now get up there.

Giles, go check on the dental records. I'll catch up with you.

Forensics Dental Lab.

Please hold.

Skull found an ocean.

Hi, Dr. Helm.

Jay, you've been avoiding me.

I'm teasing.

Come on, have a seat.

Let's see what we have here today.

Open. Very nice.

Face towards me a little bit more.

A bit more.

That's it.

Let's take a picture.

There.

Right. Should I leave the room for this?

Oh, no, it's fine.

No more radiation than you'd get if you were microwaving a burrito.

All right. The computer will just take a minute to run the x-rays against the

database.

How about I give you a little polish?

Open. So, anyway, my youngest, Jeremy, is off to Brown, leaving me with a bit

of an empty nest.

Have you heard of this new Airbnb?

I think it sounds fantastic.

But Ruth, well, she won't sleep in another person's bed, so go figure.

Ooh, we have a match.

Mr Thirsty, clean him up.

Ah, your teeth belong to Kobayashi Maru, sushi chef, owned his own restaurant,

missing report filed nine days ago.

And he's age 71, so he's on his way out anyway.

Thanks, Doc. You're a genius.

Tanner? Do you have an appointment with the shrink, too? No.

The shrink broke his back.

And since I have a PhD in behavioral psychology with a focus on post

-traumatic stress, I'm the guy that's always got to fill in.

Oh. Okay.

Well?

The last couple of weeks have been a pretty big adjustment.

Shoals and Giles are dating.

They're raising my child. My dead ex-fiancé keeps calling my phone.

How does that make you feel? A little anxious.

There's been some dark moments, I'm not gonna lie.

I can understand that.

But the worst part is...

Tanner.

Be right there.

Everything okay?

It's a birthday cake for Heather.

I need the room.

Kyle, strike that guy, get the hell in here.

What do we know about this dead sushi chef?

Kobayashi Maru, 71 years old, born Osaka, Japan, 71 years ago. Mother,

female, father, male.

First name Kobayashi, last name Maru.

Occupation, sushi chef. Current status, dead.

He also knows country of origin, Japan.

Maru was the owner of a high-end sushi restaurant called Smells Like Fish.

Michelin gave him three out of four tires.

Business was booming until... What are these?

Newspapers, sir. That's how people got their information up until 2008.

Smells like fish was being investigated for serving illegal whale meat. There's

a lawsuit by Greenpeace that's still pending. Even though they never proved

it, the whale scandal took its toll. It's what cost them their fourth tire.

When are people going to leave those majestic creatures alone?

I know, sir. The Japanese are such a noble people.

Protection Act of 1972 be shut down and... In a perfect world, be

held accountable for their actions! Who do we want it? Now!

We're investigating the murder of the head chef.

LAPD, who's in charge?

How can I help you? Detective Tribeca, this is Detective Giles.

I'd like to ask you some questions about your former boss, Mr. Maru. Of course.

Sit down.

Mr. Takagi, when's the last time you saw Mr.

Maru? The night he went missing. Mr. Maru was working late in his office.

He has not to be disturbed.

When I went home, he was still here.

I did not see him after that.

What was your relationship with Mr. Maru?

He was my master for 30 years.

A serious man, sometimes hard man.

But I hold him in highest regard.

To serve under Sushi Master of East Calabar truly

is the greatest honor of my life.

Yet you were still serving under him. That must have been frustrating.

Only American messages.

I would get up 3 a.m. every morning sometime before I got to sleep.

After I checked the email, I made the sushi rice.

It was too salty, too sticky. Master would hit my knuckle with hammer. Say,

stop. Hammer time.

Chirupa. No soy sauce.

When did you learn to handle a fish?

An apprentice may not even look at the fish until 45 years of instruction.

So his death bumped your gig up 15 years.

No, his death brought me 15 years of instruction.

Soy sauce.

No soy sauce.

Mind if we take a look at the office?

It was only one whiskey.

So, unless you know locksmiths.

Want to try to find a locksmith?

I got your locksmith right here.

Call the coroner.

Tell her to bring the big mop.

There's blood everywhere, but no body, which means someone killed him in the

office, likely with a blade of some kind, dumped the head in it, who knows

what with the body.

Any signs of a struggle?

Yes, people tend to resist when other people try to kill them. Well, thank you

for that.

Since you're the expert, why don't you tell us whether or not the killer left

any trace?

Because killers always make a point to leave evidence linking them to the

murder. You went to two months of forensic school, you should know.

I'm glad we can keep it professional despite what's happened between us.

How does a guy in a locked room get murdered?

Somebody else had to have a key.

Let's go talk to Maru's wife.

Uh, we're just gonna go out for an hour or so. We'll be back soon.

Okay, I see you then. Thank you. Bye. Thanks.

Mrs. Maru?

Yes, can I help you? I'm Detective Tribeca. This is Detective Giles from

the LAPD. We know this must be a very difficult time for you, what with your

husband being slaughtered, beheaded, head floating in the ocean, body still

missing. But if you're up for it, we'd like to ask you some questions.

Come in.

Table or sushi bar? Table, please.

Wow, this really looks like your husband's restaurant.

Yes. He believed that only by living his profession 100% of the time could he

approach perfection.

Could I ask you to remove your shoes?

Of course.

Did your husband have any enemies?

Courtney Woodpatch Newton.

She was the one who led the well-meet investigation by Greenpeace.

She hated my husband.

We nearly went bankrupt defending ourselves against the accusations. So

your husband was upset by the scandal?

Of course he was upset.

He took great pride in his reputation.

Your husband was murdered in his office. His apprentice, Mr. Tagagi, said there

was only one key. Is that true?

He had a spare.

And where was the spare?

In his office.

As skilled as he was as a sushi chef.

His key management skills were severely lacking.

We're sorry for your loss, ma'am. We'll keep you posted on the investigation.

Check.

Anything from the crime scene?

It was pretty thin. All the blood was from the victim. No prints, no hair, no

DNA from anyone else. What about the giant harpoon under the sheet?

I was building to that. Were you? It didn't sound like you were. You

interrupted me. Sorry, I'm just trying to find a murderer who's still on the

loose. So, Scholz, I'm sure you've checked the harpoon serial number

against the National Harpoon Database to see who it's registered to, right?

Well, I was... Don't worry, I got it.

I'm just happy we live in a country with legislators that have the guts to pass

common sense harpoon laws.

Hello. You have reached the National Harpoon Database. To continue this call

in English, say English.

English. Thank you. Please say the serial number of the harpoon you wish to

track. Gus, can you read me the serial number?

Yeah.

One... eight... One eight.

I'm sorry. I didn't get that. Please say the serial number of the harpoon you

wish to track. One eight.

I'm sorry, I didn't get that. Can I speak to a person?

I think you said you wanted to talk to a person. Let me connect you.

Hi, my name is Juliet.

Please say the serial number of the harpoon you wish to track.

Are you a person?

Yes, I am a person.

What's your favorite movie ever?

My favorite movie is... Runaway Bride. Not a person.

Please say the serial number of the harpoon you wish to track.

Some examples of numbers are three or nine.

Or if you do not know the serial number, say I don't know.

One eight.

I think I can help you with that.

Harpoon one eight belongs to Courtney Woodpatch Newton.

Are you still there?

I have no friends.

Courtney, Courtney, Courtney.

It's Quirtney.

Looks like you're in a tough spot, Courtney.

Am I? See this?

Yeah, that's my harpoon.

We know, Courtney.

Then why are you asking?

It's the harpoon that was used to kill Kobayashi Maru, the sushi chef that your

people have been trying to bring down with a lawsuit.

Yeah, so?

So, the harpoon is registered to you and it was found at a murder scene as the

murder weapon.

Ergo? Ergo, this harpoon was used to kill a man.

Ugh. Can I go?

No, you can't go. You're a murder suspect.

Wow.

Okay.

Do you even want me to tell you why it couldn't have been me? Yes, that would

be very, very helpful. Yeah, that would be good. We would want to hear that

right now. We also really special, you guys. And Greenpeace does a lot of work

to try to protect them. And so sometimes we go out on these boats and we shoot

harpoons at the whaling boats just to give them a taste of their own medicine.

It's not really a big deal.

Hashtag heroes are everywhere.

How does that exonerate you? How does it exonerate you?

It exemerates me because I shot this very harpoon at a whaling boat, like,

two weeks before your dude was even murdered.

And if you don't believe me, here is a video to prove it.

There's me shooting that harpoon right at that boat.

There's the date and time. That's Trevor.

We were dating for a while, and he got really weird about stuff. Anyway, can I

go? You can see the whole video on my YouTube channel, WhaleTaleQueeratme68,

so you know.

Whoever has the boat had my harpoon and probably killed your dude.

Oh, my Uber's here. Bye.

So good to see you again.

This is fun.

Bye.

I really don't like Courtney.

You know what you should really check out?

That sushi place has this weird after-hours club where they serve all

kinds of illegal stuff.

Maybe you guys should care about animals as much as you care about people.

Because when you think about it... Animals don't have detectives solving

their murders.

And that's really wrong.

Yes, I'm coming out.

I don't see why you have to go.

It's my job, honey.

Oh, it's your job to go on a date with Angie Tribeca to a sushi restaurant?

It's not a date. We're just two detectives trying to solve a case.

You have work to do anyway.

We need you to figure out who owns the boat in that wood patch video because

whoever had that harpoon killed Maru. And that's like the whole case right

there on you.

Really? Yes, really.

And I'm not just saying that.

Okay.

Monica, how many times do I have to tell you? I'm in love with Tribeca, but I'm

dating you.

And nothing in the foreseeable future is going to change that.

I am head over heels, 100% settling.

For you.

I know, I just need to hear it sometimes.

Oh, this looks good.

What is it?

Snow leopard.

No soy sauce.

I don't feel good about this.

You look great.

Keep your eyes open.

Sorry,

my Japanese is a little rusty. I only speak dub.

Oh, wonderful.

Rhinoceros horn? Yeah, please.

Same way. That's great. Thank you.

Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the Illegal Diners Club.

Please have your Illegal Diners Club card ready to show your server.

Hello? Giles, it's Shoals.

I am trained by Kobayashi Maru to push the boundaries of sense and taste to

their limits.

Monica, I'm in the middle of a sting. Tribeca looks beautiful in her gay ship

getup, if that's what you're wondering.

No, the boat from the video. It's registered to Joseph Takagi.

Mr. Takagi? Tonight's forbidden dish will give me the opportunity to serve

him one last time.

By serving him one last time.

Bring out the Maru Sashimi!

Alright,

I gotta go. I think we're about to eat Maru.

Tribeca, Tanner, the boat belongs to Takagi. Takagi killed Maru.

Mr. Takagi, you're under arrest for the murder and immaculate plating of

Kobayashi Maru.

Appetizers on the house?

You were the one serving whale the whole time.

And when Maru found out about it, he was furious, wasn't he? So when Greenpeace

attacked your whaling boat, you saw a chance to get rid of Maru and pin the

blame on someone else.

All you had to do was get the spare key to Maru's office and wait for the

perfect opportunity.

But you know the part that never made sense to me?

Giles.

We gotta go.

Oh, all right. We're done here.

And you should probably get that checked out.

Hey, we're gonna get a drink for Heather's birthday, Ewan.

Uh, no thanks.

Is there any cake left in the break room?

Nah.

Good night, partner.

Good night.

Hello?

Who is this?

Sergeant Pepper?

This can't be you. You're dead.

Thank you.