All language subtitles for Tokyo Vice S01.E07.

- Hai.

- Hai.

- Gomen nasai.

- Hai.

What do you think?

There's
a service entrance here,

bartenders and stuff.

- Mm-hmm.
- I'm thinking cozy.

- Uh-huh.
- Like a living room.

Like, flowers everywhere,
low booths.

I've already bought
all the liquor.

- How can you afford
all this?

- What do you mean?
I save.

I've been saving for, like,
two fucking years.

The builders say
it'll be ready in a few months.

- So it's happening, huh?

- Yeah, it's happening.

But I need to make a profit,
like, right away.

So...I know I can
with the right team.

- Sam, you know how much
I make at Onyx.

Plus Duke kind of
leaves me alone, so...

- But you know
that whatever we're making,

Duke's making a shit ton more.

And the sleazy owners.
I won't be a sleazy owner.

How's this?

I'll raise your weekly salary.

Plus 25% of commissions
and upsells.

Come on!

This'll be ours.
I can't do this alone.

- Look, Sam, I'm...I'm sorry.
Really.

But a new business--
too much risk.

- Too much--Luna, wait.

- Look, Sam, if you want to be
a mama-san, just be a mama-san.

- What is your problem?
- I am not judging.

It's just--
- You're judging.

- How does your boyfriend
fit into all this, huh?

Isn't he Chihara-kai?

You think he won't
expect his cut

or take over completely?

- No, we keep our work
and personal life separate.

- Come on, Sam.

You must know by now
that's impossible.

- By now?
Am I missing something?

- Okay, it's none
of my business.

I'll see you tonight.

Pol, where are you?

Are you okay?
We miss you.

We're feeling
your absence tonight.

Can you get your hot Slavic ass
down here now?

- What's new with the club?

- Nothing.

- What did Luna say?

- Huh?
What do you mean?

- You said
you'd offer her a job.

- Oh.
Yeah.

She said she'll think about it.
We'll see.

- You okay?
- Mm-hmm.

Pol hasn't answered
her phone all day.

She didn't show up to work.
I called Miralina

and they said
that they haven't seen her

since last week.

- Maybe she wants to be alone.

- Why?

- Sometimes people need
time to think.

- Mm, I don't know.
It's not like her.

How's work?

- Same.

Shh.

Hello?

- Jake, it's getting harder
and harder

to get a hold of you.

Where are you?

- I'm out
with a source right now.

- Okay, listen, have you heard
anything about Tozawa

being formally charged?

- What?
No.

- Something about Katagiri
having new evidence.

- Evidence?
What evidence?

- I don't know.
I'll ask around.

Listen, you know the suspect
who was brought in yesterday

on the Kaori Shoda murder?

- Yes.
- I need you to go out

to confirm the information
about the case.

I think there's
a bigger story here

connecting this case

to the others
I've been tracking.

- Okay, I'm on it.

- Okay.

- Josh?

Josh Adelstein, is that you?

Dave Fisch from Rockbridge.

Dude, come here,
come here, come here.

Oh, man.

Whoa, you look different, man.

- What are you doing here?

- Seeing the sights.
Taking in Japan.

What are you doing here?

- I work here.

- No shit?
Doing what?

- For a Japanese newspaper.

- Holy shit.
Seriously?

That's amazing.
- I don't know.

- Are you okay?
You look a little--

- No, I just can't figure out

if I'm having
a bad blowfish hallucination

or if you're actually
standing in front of me.

- Maybe this will clear
the cobwebs.

Junior year, right?

- Yeah, I was there.
- Right? Oh, my God.

You are still the best
Frank Butler I've ever seen.

- I gotta go.
I gotta get to work.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, totally.
Wait, hold on.

Let me get you my number.

Call me tonight.
My hotel has a great bar.

- Okay.
I might be busy working, okay?

- Cool, cool.
Got it, got it, got it.

- But it was great to see you.
- Great to see you, man.

Go Bruins!

- Whoa, I know Kung-fu.

- Oi!

- Hai.

- So you really
haven't seen her

since Friday morning?

- Yeah. I caught her trying
to pack my Pradas for a trip.

- A trip?
- Yeah.

She was going away, right?

- Going away?
With--with who? Where?

- Look, aren't you guys, like,
best mates or something?

Shouldn't you know?
- You live with her.

- Barely.

I just stop by long enough
to pack up some clothes,

'cause my guy's a pilot, so--

- Awesome.
- She's left all her stuff.

She'll be coming back.

- Where's Pol?

- Who are we talking about?
- Polina.

- Where the fuck is she?

- You think I can keep track

of every girl in love with me?

- Well, I'm worried.
I haven't seen her

in four days,
and you should be worried.

Who's gonna pay
for your shit designer clothes?

- Police said that she filed

three complaints
against her boyfriend.

All of them were filed,
none of them were followed up,

and then he murdered her.

- I see.

- Put that together
with the other women,

that paints
a really nasty picture.

- Yes, each case I look into
fits a pattern.

- The police ignore
warning signs

and young women
are getting killed.

This is front-page stuff.
Can you make deadline?

- I think so.

- Hey, have you heard anything
else about the Tozawa thing?

- Honestly, Jake,
it's not a priority right now.

I have to go.
- We just have to figure out

if he got charged--

- Mr. Marvin.

Right, right, right,
right, right.

He dropped
some serious knowledge on us.

- There are things
that he taught me

that I still use
at my job today.

- Long time ago.
- We're getting old, man.

Yeah.

- Why'd you come to Japan?

- Thought I'd take a year off
before grad school at Mizzou.

You know,
get some life experience.

And this place
has blown my mind, man.

Yeah, I mean, Tokyo, right?
It's like--

- Not Missouri.
- Not Missouri. Exactly.

- And thank fuck for that.

- Thank fuck for that.

So how's your family?

- I think they're good.
You know, I don't really have

much time to check in
these days.

I'm busy with work, but--
- Yeah.

I heard that, like,
your sister was

in the middle of some,
like, heavy treatments, right?

- Who did you hear that from?

- I just--I mean,
it's Columbia,

so people talk, right?

- People should keep their
fucking mouths shut

about shit
they don't know about.

Sorry. Jessica's fine.

And we're keeping in touch

and she's--she's better now.
She's healthy, so--

- Good.
I'm glad to hear it.

- Want to get out of here?

Want to see
the coolest place in Tokyo?

- Yeah.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Not bad, right?

- Muy bueno, my man.
Muy fucking bueno.

- You want to grab that booth
over there?

I'll get a couple drinks.

I'll meet you
on the dance floor.

- Okay.

- No bodyguard?

- Do I need one?

- I figured you were followed
everywhere you went.

- I'll see you
on the dance floor.

- Cheers.

- Ne, ne, ne.

- Hey.

- Oi!

- Baby, let him talk.

- You fucking piece of shit.

Who got her in that debt, huh?
It was you.

- Hey.
- Motherfucker.

- No. No.

- Do you want to find out
what she knows or not?

- Fuck.

- Oi.

- She's in Yoshino.

- Where the hell is Yoshino?

- Half a day from here
in the west.

- When's she back?
- Soon.

- Well, baby, go back
and ask when soon.

Why are you running away
from me?

- Do you know whose men are
in there right now?

Tozawa's.

You know how much trouble
I could get in

for stirring things up?
- Baby, I am worried.

- Don't treat me like a client.

- I'm not.

- You can barely look me
in the eye now.

But when you need something,
I am your baby.

- What are you talking about?

- You know exactly
what I'm talking about.

Nothing has been the same
since that night.

You pull away
when I reach for you.

- No, I don't.
- Don't lie.

- I'm not lying.

This isn't about us.
She's my best friend.

- There is no us.

I am Yakuza.

Everything I do
has consequences.

- Well, now this
is fucking interesting.

Now you are making this
about us.

So when you beat
the shit out of people

for your boss, that's okay.

That's--that's fine.
That's work.

But when I need something,
when I need help,

when it's for me,
there's consequences.

Fuck you.
I thought you were different.

You're not different.
You're a thug.

- And what are you? Eh?

Hiring girls to cheat
lonely men out of their salary?

What do you call that?
A pimp?

- Fuck you.

I'm not forcing
anyone to do anything.

- And no one forced Polina.

This is a dangerous world.

People get hurt.

Sometimes they disappear.

Maybe it's not for you.

- This place is awesome, dude.

- Ah.

- Misaki...

- What were you
doing before, though?

- I was a model for a while.

- I bet you were real good.

- Flattery will
get you nowhere.

- Is that how you two met?
When you were modeling?

- You really think
I'm going to talk

with you about him?

- I'm just asking
about your life.

I'm interested in you.
I want to know about you.

- Let's just say he came along
at a time

when modeling was becoming
less interesting to me.

- Fair enough.

Do you love him?

- Hey, man, what's going on?

Whoa, hey, get
your fucking hands off her.

- Dave--Dave, don't--

Onegaishimasu.

- Shit--ah, shit,
are you all right?

- Yeah, man, I'm fine.
- Fuck.

- Come on.
Let's get out of here?

- Yeah.

The second to last
fucking page.

You spelled it out beautifully.

And that story would have
opened a lot of eyes

if they hadn't
fucking buried it.

- I'm glad you think so.
Maybe next time.

- I don't know how you do it.

'Cause I'm starting to not see

the fucking point
of any of this anymore.

- Jake, I do it
despite the indifference

because somebody has
to tell the truth.

Someone has to build a wall
of information brick by brick,

story by story,

until the facts
cannot be ignored.

And then things have to change.

Don't they?
- I don't know.

- I need your help.