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Next stop, Ichinomiya, Bizen.
Ichinomiya, Bizen.

Excuse me, sir.

Please be careful not to miss the stop.

This stop is Ichinomiya, Bizen.
Ichinomiya, Bizen...

Umm...

I'm sorry to intrude, but are you going
to finish that crossword puzzle?

I had planned to.

Forgive me, I tend to notice such things.

I see.
Can you finish it?

- If I may.
- Go ahead.

The answer is, "Indian lilac Salisbury".

Hey...

Your name.
What's your name?

You want that I should tell you my name?
My name is Kosuke Kindaichi.

I know you - you're famous!

The linguist.

No...

I'm an ordinary man.

The Adventures of
Kosuke Kindaichi

Produced by
Haruki Kadokawa

Based on a work by
Seishi Yokomizo

Screenplay by
Koichi Saito,
Kensho Nakano

Dialog writer:
Kohei Tsuka

Cinematography by
Daisaku Kimura

Ikko Furuya as
Kosuke Kindaichi

Kunie Tanaka as
Inspector Todoroki

Miyuki Kumagai as
Maria

Special appearances by
Mariko Okada, Isao Natsuki,
Tatsuya Mihashi and Toshiro Mifune

Directed by
Nobuhiko Obayashi

Hey!

Hey!

Thanks! Sorry to make you wait!

- Welcome home.
- Were you waiting long?

Was Mr. Isogawa of Okayama
prefecture well?

Yep, really good.

Your powers of deduction could
unravel the Gordian Knot.

That's right, that's right!

Enough, let's go!

- Mr. Todoroki?
- Yeah?

This isn't very becoming of
a private investigator.

I don't see the problem.
Provided you want to.

If "provided I want to,"
includes movies, books, and this...

- Sir, we're ready.
- Okay.

Look, put yourself in my shoes.

I'd rather not;
your taste in clothing is rather limited.

Quiet on the set, let's begin.

Relax. Good.

One, two, action...

Mr. Todoroki,
what is going on here?

I can only imagine that we've
been marked for death.

It might have just been
the flashbulb of a camera.

Yeah, maybe.

But elementary deduction suggests...

that the girl and the photographer
were suspicious from the start.

There are too many frightening
coincidences to dismiss offhand.

Damn straight, there are.

Give me a break already.

Tainted blood, secret births -
the truth always has to be bizarre with you.

- This time it's different.
- Maybe so.

- Actually, I'm incredibly busy.
- Why?

A commotion over a thief.

A thief?

Thief!

Thief! Thief! Thief!

Let's go!

We pulled it off!

We pulled it off!

Tokyo Chuo Police Station

18 March, 18:00, around the time when
the sunset bathes the face with a warm glow

Whatever. A flatfoot always wears
his sunglasses at the window.

If you look at the sun, you'll want to howl.

You knuckleheads watch too much TV.

"I want more pay."

Forget about your pay -
a detective needs guts!

You idiots, the building's
already being torn down.

You might at least want to
think about packing your stuff.

It's the phone - the phone!

Stop howling!

Oh no!

The limousine got him again.

That's unreasonable.
Unreasonable, I say.

Look, the kind of limousines
that run all over Tokyo.

We're going to look under every rock.

OK, we'll look under every stone,
what's the difference?!

Excuse me.

Stop!

No! Don't!

Hello and greetings.

Hey, how are ya?

Oh, a present.
A special, wonderful case.

No present, just the thieves.
A gang of art thieves.

No grudge, no curses - nothing like that.

But surely someone must have died?
This is the homicide division, after all.

They're thieves, nobody died.

I see.

This won't do. Hey, meathead.
I mean, "Hey, you."

Detectives and PIs are like water and oil.

You're too friendly with strangers.

But you seemed like you were
enjoying yourself with me.

Just like on the poster.

Didn't you feel like a star?

Hey.

Give it to him.

It's in the garbage can.

Tangled up with everything else.

The incident is a black, muddled mess.

Someone will be killed. Everyone will
gang up on him. Stomp him into the dirt.

The kind of incident where you can't tell
your ass from a hole in the ground.

You know what I'm talking about -
the Chrysanthemum Doll.

Strung up upside down,
with a funnel in your mouth.

Give it to him.
He'll sort it out.

Good call!

Here it is! Here it is!

Look! Look! Look!

I found it.

It's a sculpture. It's plaster.

I know. I know.

Look, it's a bloodstain.

A single hair betrays the unspoken grudge.

That's seaweed.

Why don't you give it a rest?

You're scratching your head.
Have you ever solved even one case?

You're getting dandruff all over everything.

By the way, Detective Kindaichi.
About three months ago,

a certain South American airline
was carrying objects of art.

Cargo Plane Crashes Into Ocean

- Do you remember an airplane that crashed
into the ocean off the Boso peninsula?
- Sure.

A fisherman near where the airplane crashed...

fished the objects out of the ocean.

What's more, they were objects that
had been reported as stolen.

All Objects Found to be Stolen

This is how I see it...

It must have been the act of
a gang of art thieves.

What do you think?

But... was anyone actually killed?

Well, sure, someone died.

After all, it was an airplane crash.

A flight crew of six died.

That's pretty good.

In any event, you seem tired recently
from the movies and books.

- I did TV, too.
- All the more reason for you to be tired.

How would you like to rest here a while?

Has anything come of the talk
I hear about you going to the US?

1-2-3-4 Sanshiro.

1-2-3-4 Sanshiro.

Maybe I'll go back to the US.

Hospital Hill

The beauty of Japan and the beauty
of criminal investigations...

fade with time.

Are you Detective Kindaichi?

Who the hell are you?

- You're Detective Kindaichi, aren't you?
- Yes!

- Can you roller skate?
- What?

Uh, a long time ago.
I did it when I was in the US.

I see. Please put these on.

- Come with us.
- No, I...

Get his sandal! His sandals!

Stop that!

What are you doing?!
Cut it out!

Don't do that!
That tickles!

It's a case! It's a criminal case!

How frustrating!

- Detective Kindaichi!
- Yeah!

We're here.

What do you think we are?

You're the most nefarious band
of art thieves operating in Tokyo.

Brilliant! You certainly live up
to your reputation.

So I was right!

But there's just one question
I have about your book.

How much it costs?

Don't you remember?

There was one case that you never solved.

The Adventures of
Kosuke Kindaichi

Oh, it's my book of short stories.

You failed to solve the case in
A Woman in the Eyes.

It ends unsolved and you wrote,

"It was an extremely questionable case,
and I apologize sincerely,

"but I suppose it's acceptable
to have one case end in mystery."

It was rather sloppy of you,
and I can't quite forget it.

- He's cool!
- That guy's more debonair than me.

Kindaichi P.I.

What do you think of this?

- This is...!
- Do you know it?

No, why do you have it?

I knew it was real!
What a lucky break!

I suspected it was real.

My guys are always filching
things with an air of mystery.

This was one of them.

Then this is definitely the head from the story
The Figure of Fujiko in your book, right?

Yeah, I can't believe it.
It's the real thing.

There's one more thing I have to show you.

- Hmm?
- It's a movie from 20 years ago.

A movie?

A goofy director filmed it,

not even knowing that
the incident was unsolved.

Of course, the movie was
incomplete and incoherent.

"A Woman in the Eye"
Directed by Nobuhiko Obayashi

You're guilty, too, Detective Kindaichi.

No, the director is just incompetent.

Haida Manor

Haida Manor.

Is that Kindaichi?

Ouch! Who has dared to
hit my head?

I have lost my memory,
but I do remember what I saw at that time.

This movie sucks.

He's dead.

The statue of the young wife of the manor,
Fujiko Haida, whose dead body
had been thrown into the lake.

It's the statue of Fujiko! Look!

He's scratched his head bald!

I've got it!

No, I don't understand.

- There ain't much to this!
- This story is thin.

The main house... the basement...
and "The Figure of Fujiko".

So, Detective Kindaichi, that's about it.

So, we just want you to solve this one case.

So, are you in?

Great!

Jeepers, it's the fuzz!

Open the back door and cover
everything with sheets!

Detective Kindaichi, I'm counting on you!

Hurry!

Open up!

Freeze!

After them!

Whaddya know, it's Detective Kindaichi?

Hey, I thought it was you!

I run into you in the darnedest places.
What in the heck are you doing here?

It's just coincidence.

I see.

We can talk about this later.

Hey, knucklehead, what are you doing?!

They got away, boss.

- They ran like jackrabbits.
- Shut up, baby!

Tokyo Chuo Police Station
25 March 10:08pm, a hardboiled night

What's up?

Please. Starlog, please.

I don't know Starlog.
What happened to Variety today?

They're off covering
The Resurrection of the Golden Wolf.

- Inspector, long time, no see.
- Indeed. - Hello.

I hear they gave you the slip again.

It must have been frustrating,
after you found their hideout and all.

But I hear that you made no arrests
and found nothing of value.

There's a lot to the case.
Give it a rest already.

Are you going to ask Kindaichi for help?

The police can't count on him
for everything.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

Detective Kindaichi, what are we
going to do with your hair?

It's hopeless, isn't it?

I give up.
Give me a shave, too.

- Detective Kindaichi.
- Yes? - What is this?

Don't touch it.
It's an antique.

I'm going to have it appraised.

So, are you on a case again?

Sure, sure.

Come to think of it, your cases
always get made into movies.

You come off as really cool.

- You're too kind.
- Look, he's here again.

- Mr. Kindaichi, "You're a Lousy Sleuth".
- What?!

It's the title of a ludicrous new book.

Oh, Mr. Takagi!

True or not, I'm sure the book will sell.

By the way, Kyosuke Kamizu...

Hey, look!

Hello? Mr. Koji?
No, I'm Kosuke.

Ms. Ruriko?
Sorry, wrong number.

What the heck was that about?

Wrong number!

Oh, yes. That's me.

Oh, so it's you?

You went to a lot of trouble to
give me the head of that statue.

What, did you want it back again?

Huh? So it wasn't you?

That means someone else wants it, too.

This is a very curious development.

Both the old case and you crazy kids.

Take it easy.

"Thieves are artists,

"and investigators
are just their critics."

Pi-pi-po-po-pi-pi-po-po!
What happened to your nose?

A weird novelist bit me.

- Here, take it.
- Thank you.

Pi-pi-po-po. Good luck.

"The Adventures of Kosuke Kindaichi."

"A Woman in the Eyes."

She was excessively respectful,
even though I couldn't crack the case.

Maybe she admires me.
I guess I'm an overprotective P.I.

Detective Kindaichi,

Detective Kindaichi.

I...

Coffee.

Maaaaaxim

- Mr. Kindaichi.
- Yeah?

I was just thinking...

Me and the other detectives
went whole hog on a case...

up until... When was it?

The Taisho period. No, the early
Showa period. Now, we've lost our mojo.

Look, people kill each other for no reason.

We lost our drive.

But with you,

you still have the old spark.

That reminds me, the current owner,
one Mr. Kazuya Furugaki...

Oh, Mr. Furugaki?

Yes, the late Dr. Haida left
his entire estate to him.

- He did?
- Yes.

The manor is being preserved
perfectly in its original state.

It hasn't changed a bit!

I feel at home here.

In fact, I'm ecstatic to be here.

This place is terrific.

The place still smells the same.

I don't have anything against this place.
I feel an investigation brewing!

Right!

Is your husband in?

- Who are you?
- I'm sorry...

Here's my ID.

We're here to see Chairman Furugaki.

He's in Kansai, at a speaking engagement.

I see.

This is an odd question,

but has anything been stolen
from the house recently?

Not a thing.

Then, has there been a funeral
in the neighborhood recently?

Yes, the house across the way had a funeral.

Eureka!

If I'm not mistaken, aren't Dr. Haida's
plaster statues in the basement?

I had the pleasure of seeing them
20 years ago.

I would have been
a primary school student then.

Not to be a pest,
but are they still down there?

Yes, they are.

I wonder.

They are.

Well, then...

It startled me.

Let's have a look, just to make sure.
To the plaster statures!

It brings back memories.

This is great.

This is it.

The head is gone!

The head?!

This is it, this is it - it's a case!

If you look closely, you can see
the head is clearly missing!

Kosuke Kindaichi!
You don't seem surprised.

Actually, I am.

Oh, it's the phone.

Yes, yes...
This is Kojuro Akechi.

Indeed? Yes, yes.

Splendid, I understand.
I shall return to my abode forthwith.

I ask that you proceed to
the store immediately.

Oh, and enter through the back.

Papa, Hey!

Oh, no! There's no point now.

We have supped on carnal pleasure
twice this eve.

Not yet, not yet.

If this proceeds in happy triumph,

I shall indulge your every request.

Will you make me your first wife?

Ayaka... you speak of this again.

'Tis of these things that you do speak,
and yet do you profess ignorance that...

a man has been slain?

Kiss me.

It's Kanebo.

For beautiful human life!

You're overdue.

Tell me, what of that costume?
Garbed in such a manner,

you will attract unwanted attention.

Well, Mr. Akechi...

To cut to the chase, here it is.

The children are waiting,
and I must return home.

Just show it to me, already!

This... this is a dream!

It's a dream! A dream!
Ah, 'tis a dream!

And thou art the fulfiller of dreams!

You sure do keep your cards
close to your chest.

You even keep secrets from me.

At this point, we have to
cooperate a little more.

Kosuke, get out.

I'll wash your back.

I do enjoy a bath.

Remember, Kosuke:
you're famous.

- Hello, sir.
- "Sir," he says. What did I say?

You should move to a snazzier neighborhood.

I found an apartment in
Midorigaoka that's perfect.

- I thought I might move.
- It sounds nice.

If you don't change your image occasionally,
people will get sick of you.

I wonder if the sky's going to clear up.

The weather is supposed to
be clear tomorrow.

How's your daughter?

She's well.

That's good.

Hello, this is Kindaichi.

Oh, it's you.

OK, I got it.
I'll be right over.

- Who was it?
- A girlfriend.

- A lover?
- Yes, I'm going on a date.

A date? You?

And why not?
Even me, sometimes.

What in the heck is that?

Oh, yes. This.

Well, it's a present from the
Society to Keep Kosuke Kindaichi Unmarried.

Look, it's not even dirty.
I like it.

Whoa, this is bad.
Paddle! Paddle!

- What's the fuss?
- Paddle.

There he is.

There you are!

Again?

I found you! Wait!
Hey, we need to talk!

Look! There that man is again!

I feel sorry for him.

- He's been following us for a long time.
- I wonder why?

Maybe because he knows I'm on a date
with the ringleader of a gang of thieves.

Oh, he's just jealous.
I like you, Detective.

He's coming.

There you are!

Hold on!

Let me out! Stop!

Next time I should let you two
go on a date by yourselves.

- She said she's going to let us go
on a date by ourselves next time!
- Here you go.

It's the address and map of
an art dealer in Ginza.

The Akechi Art Gallery.

Please! Hey!

You're disappointing me, Detective.
That's where the head of the statue is.

Wasn't it stolen from you?

Please! Please!

I hope he'll be all right.

In any event, I can't leave this alone
until you finish the book.

How do you feel?

The car I've been waiting for.

No wonder it's car of the year.
The RX7 is the envy of all.

You sound like a commercial.

It seems your mood has soured.

Gee, I can't imagine why!

Akechi Art Gallery.

- What are you going to do here?
- Physical evidence.

May I be of service, fine sir?

The head! (You're fired!)

The head?! (I'm fired?!)

You heard right!
The head! (You're fired!)

I haven't heard anything from the owner.

I've worked here 15 years.

I've worked diligently for the gallery.

Coming here from Tottori prefecture
was a terrible mistake.

Woe is me!

Pipe down, bub.
We're looking for a plaster head!

Oh, the plaster head?
That's 2 million yen.

Excuse me, sir.
May I ask your name?

Inspector Chan of the Macau
Metropolitan Police? It can't be!

- Woof!
- Are you a dog?

I'm Todoroki of the
Tokyo Metropolitan Police.

I'm Mr. Akechi's secretary, Takagi.

Can we please see Mr. Akechi?

I can't get a hold of him.
How about his wife, Fumie?

- That'll do.
- All right.

The gentle sea, the spring sea

Waves and tears are warm

The day the fish came out

Wonderful. You're terrific.

Is the Blind Plover

Jonathan Livingston Seagull

Fly Phoenix

Fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly

This won't fly.

Today is Big Wednesday

Breathe in the air of the
North Shore and shout

Ma'am, telephone.

It's Mr. Takagi from the store.

I said not to take any calls
when we're rehearsing.

Hello, Takagi. What is it?

What! Detective Kindaichi?!

And Inspector Todoroki?!

I'm thrilled!
Really?! I was waiting!

Bring them here right now!
To the supercondominium!

Supercondominium

Thank you.

Your coffee, sir.

Thanks.

His wife is really late.

On the phone, she said she was
at the beauty parlor.

She always stops at Tokyo Style,

then rushes right home.

We'll come again some other time.

Please don't.
The mistress would be so disappointed.

But we've been waiting three hours.

Would you like some Chinese noodles?

Yes, please.

- Some other time, maybe.
- Oh, please.

Oh, Detective Kindaichi!
Inspector Todoroki!

So glad you came!
Good to see you!

I'm so happy!

A rose is prettier than you.

I think it's the other way around.

When I heard you were coming,
my heart was pounding.

Look!

Detective Kindaichi,

this is the coffee that Spartacus drank.

Ma-axim!

Ting!

I can't take this! Ma'am!

- I know!
- Ting!

I'll show it to you.
Don't be angry.

- Ma'am!
- Yes?

Where is it?

On the other side of the door.
Go ahead.

Oh, no!

Here it is, here it is.

- Do you like it?
- It's perfect.

In this kind of situation,
you absolutely must have a body.

Every time you two are together,
there's a corpse around.

Thank you.

What is this all about?

I want an explanation!
Who is this?!

- My husband's mistress.
- Your husband's mistress?

Why, yes. My husband said that,
since I'm his second wife,

I had to look after her.
Of all the nerve!

Who killed her?

I'm the only one I can think of
that would do such a thing.

I can't take this anymore.

I can't believe that she did it.

But she has to be.
But I don't like it one bit.

It wouldn't be right if
I denied it, would it?

How about it, Detective Kindaichi?

I get a kick out of your body language.

- Are you OK?
- How long have you known that
there was a body in your closet?

Yesterday afternoon around 3:00,
when I was eating Chinese noodles.

Yesterday afternoon?!

Please don't scold her;
it's all my fault.

I wanted to call you sooner,

but I figured I'd see you sooner or later.

After all, people are always saying,
"Save it for a rainy day." That's why.

Our perp is singing.

Let's arrest her and be done with it.
This is beyond the pale.

Inspector Isogawa

Walk!

Don't step on it.

It's "Respect for the Aged" week.
Respect the elderly!

Tokyo Chuo Police Station
29 March 17:32,
the night the stars didn't twinkle

Go ahead.
What's the matter?

My teeth hurt.
I've been eating too much sugar.

Did she tell you where the head was?

She talked a lot, but said she
didn't know about the head.

Honey, I want Chinese noodles.

How come he gets all the pretty broads?
Damn.

Did she mention any past disputes?

A woman like that always has a past.

Maybe she's covering for someone.

I hope so.

What about her husband?

He has a convenient alibi.
But it's fishy that...

he was searching the apartment
of the dead girl, Ayaka.

- Shaking it down?
- Yes, a local policeman caught him.

Don't step there. Please.

I don't see your name, Todoroki.

Detective Kosuke.

Soon, the suspiciously shining stars
will be in the Hibiya night sky.

When you see it, remember us.

Mr. Akechi, what were you
looking for?

I'll tell you... It was the
plaster head, wasn't it?

- Why do you...?
- I was right, wasn't I?

You gave Ayaka the head for safe-keeping.

I'm right, aren't I?

But you lost it.

That is to say,

someone killed Ayaka and stole that head.

Which is as much as you know.

I don't know.

I really don't know.

I really don't know anything!

Hakko Loans

I'm not saying that wolves
have a long life span.

It's just a catch phrase.

You're a stubborn bastard.

I didn't say "a sow",
I said "an ugly woman". Hey.

I just stopped by because I was curious
about what you did with Ayaka.

Oh, tennis?

Hello, Hakko Loans.
Oh, not this again...

I tell you straight:
ugly women should die!

"Wolves live, ugly women die!"

But Ayaka couldn't pay back her loan.

Is it true that she left something
valuable before she died?

I heard it was a "head".

What are you up to, tootsie?
You can't outfox a fox.

I'm not up to anything.

Show it to me.
I won't tell anyone.

It's supposed to be a lovely head.

You got me them potatoes I like.

Cholera! There's been an outbreak
of cholera in the area!

Cholera?!

Go into the next room,
we have to fumigate this one.

OK. Cholera! Yes!

My safe won't catch cholera, got it?!

Don't touch the safe!

Loan King

They're here!

- Great! They're here!
- I hear you!

Sorry for the wait.

Wowee! You kids are really good!

Damn straight.
This time, don't lose it.

I sure won't.

It's in there.

The head's coming.

It's the head of Loan King!

It's the wrong head!

Tokyo Chuo Police Station
1 April 13:01, dog day afternoon

Another coincidence?

You're telling me you were out on a walk
and you found a dead body?

It's not really an excuse.

I mean, every time you leave
the house, a body turns up.

Rolling around.

This is getting old.

Yeah, I get sick of it, too.

It's not your place to feign interest.

Hey, Detective Kindaichi!
What're you doing here?

Is Maria here?

Maria! Hey, Maria!

You found me!

I can hold my own as a P.I.

I can sniff out your watering hole.

I can't believe that you came here to dance.

There's no telling.

Shall we?

They're an item!

May I?

On the level, what're you doing here?
I imagine it's urgent.

The head...
I really want to see that head.

I'm sorry.
I have no idea where the head is.

- I see.
- I'm sorry.

If that's the case,

then there's really no way of getting it.

Yes, but... there is one clue.

Do tell.

It will definitely be at the crime scene
of the next person killed.

No doubt!
You say the cutest things.

Detective Kindaichi.

I've never seen you here before.

- Let's take a photo together.
- Hey, you!

Detective Kindaichi, whatever is the matter?

- Get away from me!
- Just a second, Detective.

- Detective.
- My, how you've grown!

- It's been two years.
- It looks like you're having fun.

Very much so.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

That's what I call a family.

More fan letters.

You work at the Akechi Art Gallery!

You brought the head?

Yes, I got it from the Loan King.

- Then...
- I killed the Loan King!

I also killed Ayaka.

Hold your horses, I'm the sleuth here.

There's no time.
You're going to die now.

The public won't stand for it.

- Don't touch it!
- Too late!

Hey, wait!

Choo-choo!

This is the terminal station.

Tokyo Chuo Police Station
April 410:42, the morning that
even the heart danced

Thank you, ma'am.
You're free to leave.

I was just getting used to this place.
I was even starting to like the jail food.

All aboard!

Detective Kindaichi!

Did you come to see me off?

You shouldn't have.

Not at all. For some reason, you're
convinced your husband committed the crime.

And you're trying to take
the fall for him, am I right?

- Wasn't I convincing?
- Not really.

But when I think that this means
that I'll never see you again,

it makes me lonely.

It doesn't have to.

If it pleases you,
I would like to continue to see you.

Old man, old woman, out of the way!

This is the first case we've
had in a long time!

That's not a woman!

Doggone it!
This is scary!

We're cursed! We're cursed!

We can probably skip checking
his vital signs.

The perp even put batteries in this sucker.

Turn it off, you're wasting energy.

I'm the town fool of the
Village of Eight Fools!

- Howdy! - Whassup!
- Shalom! - Que pasa!

Mr. Takagi of the Akechi Art Gallery.
I like you better this way.

Kosuke, why don't you make yourself scarce?

What is it about you?

Why is it that whenever you're around,
bodies start piling up?

I'm doing my best, you know.

A Lazarus sign!

Katsuhiko Haida, who was the
Chairman of the New Art Association...

at the time of his death 20 years ago,

made the statue of Fujiko, which even now...

is hailed as a phantom masterpiece
in the art world.

But as the current chairman,
Dr. Furugaki,

you would now be in possession
of the statue. Is that correct?

Well, yes. Of course.

Thank you very much.

Good work tonight.

Dr. Furugaki,
it's been quite some time.

Oh, Detective Kindaichi!

I hear you're making quite a name
for yourself recently.

- You're too kind.
- You've been of immeasurable help.

It's been 20 years since the incident.

I'm not sure if you remember
Inspector Todoroki?

Yep.

Actually, we were at your house
the other day.

Oh, yes. I haven't been
around much. Sorry.

I'm just going to come right out and ask,

has anyone threatened you recently?

Not to speak of.

Do you know the whereabouts
of Mr. Katagiri?

- Couldn't say.
- And his student Mori?

Gee, I never keep company with him.

Rumor has it that he abandoned art and is...

living quietly in a nursing home.

Is that so?

Mr. Kindaichi,

why do you think anyone would
try to blackmail Furugaki?

20 years ago,

Furugaki told Katsuhiko Haida that
his former pupil Katagiri...

was having an affair with
his young wife Fujiko.

So?

Fujiko subsequently committed suicide
by flinging herself into the lake.

Katagiri fled the country.

Are you saying that Furugaki
is being blackmailed...

by Katagiri, who surreptitiously
returned to Japan?

It's difficult to forgive infidelity.

Haida had lost both his wife
and a fond pupil.

And with his remaining strength,
he made The Figure of Fujiko.

Six months later, he died of exhaustion.

Then, it's Goro Katagiri!

You're being hasty.

But of the three geniuses in the Japanese
art world, only one is left.

Right! Mori!

I hear he's in a nursing home.

He lost his teacher and he lost his friend.

It would seem he would have
little love for Furugaki.

We have to pay him a visit.

So, we meet again.

I happened across a murder investigation.

What?!

I thought I'd never see them again.

But Japanese policemen are stupid.

I told them repeatedly that I killed her,
but they didn't believe me.

- I wonder why!
- If that don't beat all.

But it gave us the chance to meet again.

We should be grateful.

I have presents for everyone.

Merci, madam.

Please enjoy yourselves.

Thank you, as always, and good work.

Detective Kindaichi!

What are you doing in there?

You said we'd meet again before long.

But I feel bad that you were
locked in the trunk.

But at least it brought us together again.

Hey, everyone's here. I want to
introduce you to them.

I'm proud to be able to introduce
such a luminary as you.

I'm sorry.

Hello!

This gentleman is a fan of Sherlock Holmes.

Holmes!

Holmes! He's my rival.
He'll never beat me!

And this fellow directed movies
a long time ago.

- What did you direct?
- Horse.

Horse?
Can't say I've seen it.

He doesn't seem interested in you.

This man spends all of his time
making plaster statues.

I think he's quite gifted.

I was the one who discovered his gift.

I plan to hold...

a special exhibit of his works
at the Akechi Art Gallery soon.

I abandoned this world,

I've brook no truck with fleeting luxury.

I just love people like him.

Look: he thinks of nothing but art.

The word "artist" was invented for such men.

Might it not be better that
you turn those...

over to the police?

Please don't concern yourself with it.

Go to bed.
I'll be in soon.

Good night.

By the way, Detective,
we still haven't located the torso.

I'm sure it would be useful
in your investigation.

Look, up in the sky!
The weather is beautiful!

Hey you kids, get out of there.

Hey, what's this?

This should come in handy.

Yes, indeed.

Hey, what are you doing?

I'd like to ask you the same thing.

Hey, cover up her privates!

This is obscene, I'm removing it.

Stop touching it there!

I can't believe you brats cobbed it!

The cajones on that jerk!

I wonder where it was stolen from?

- Are you in charge?
- Oh, yeah.

That's a valuable work of art.

Valuable? This?

- Dagnabbit!
- Hold on a second.

The police have every reason
to steal this from you.

Your face is infinitely more obscene.

Tokyo Chuo Police Station
9 April 13:00,
the afternoon of the singing rain

Hey, Mr. Kindaichi.
Just the man I wanted to see.

I was just about to go see you.

I've made a great deal of
headway in the case.

Take a gander at that.

We arrested the young man who stole it.

He's a member of the band of thieves.

What did you do with the other members?

We only caught the one.

I see.

Actually, Mr. Kindaichi,

about your progress in the case,

did you happen to find the head to this?

Oh, the head.
I'm confident that...

the head will be at the scene
of the next murder.

Mr. Kindaichi,

I'm more interested in cracking
the gang of thieves.

If I lean on him a little, it will only be
a matter of time before he spills his guts.

I'm going to unravel this mystery.

The fun is just beginning!

Goemon Ishida, I presume.

Goemon Ishida

I think you're fencing stolen goods.

We arrested a young man.

He said that you bought everything he stole.

Come here, sonny!

- Dad, I'm scared.
- Dad!

Stop, these kids are my life!

This is the end!

Never give up!

I like them all.

I can't keep up.

I owe you one. I'll take you
someplace nice when I got the time.

Sorry, I like a man to be at
my beck and call.

Today we're going to try French cuisine.

First, take your napkin.

Tuck it in like so. Good.

Isn't this fancy?

Quite a lavish spread.

I have to teach my children
manners so that they...

can behave properly,
no matter where they go.

This is the ringleader of a gang
that often sells you merchandise.

The girl!

Yeah, I know you have a pleasant voice.
Now, pipe down.

Detective!

Hey! Hey!

The grand entrance of the
12th generation of Kindaichi.

- What's the name of this case?
- "The Lying Wench Cometh".

I'd never tell a lie.

I see, you're a good girl.

But you've already given me enough proof
to put you up in the police hotel.

Todoroki, I'd like to make a deal with you.

Sure, keep dancing.

It's no use trying to escape.

Take a look around.

Cops everywhere.

Do you get it, Todoroki?

The string of murders all started
with the statue head the gang had.

In order to solve the case,

you have to let them run free
and see where the head goes.

We already got the ringleader of
the gang of art thieves.

The way I see it, the case is closed.

No, they're just trying to earn
spending money.

They steal for the thrill.

The fact of the matter is,

I know the real head of the gang of thieves.

What did you say?

Who?

I can't say.
In order to get proof,

I have to solve the murders first.

I'll get to the bottom of this mess.
For you.

Now - let's boogie!

Hello, is this Mr. Goemon Ishida?

My husband isn't in right now.

Yes.

He might be at his villa.
Go and see if he's there.

Hello.

Oh, Detective Kindaichi!

Is Mr. Akechi out?

Not exactly.

Do like this and speak.

If I start asking him questions,

- I'm worried people will think he's dead.
- What are you talking about?

This is Goemon,
I run the five-and-dime shop.

Is Mr. Akechi in?
Mr. Akechi! Mr. Akechi!

Mr. Akechi!

He seems to be out.

I guess he can't die if he's not in.

Let's go in and have a look.

- He is dead, isn't he?
- No, he's not.

This... is the end.

It's not over yet.
It's not over yet!

Mrs. Fumie.

Ma'am, I'm sorry for your loss.

But, damn,

it's kind of nice to see a healthy
slew of murders now and again.

I'll be leaving now.

I'm sorry...

But with him dead, it's going to be
pretty tough to solve the case.

This case is my reason for going on.

I can solve it. I will.

Just keep talking.

It's here... It's got to be.

Just plain water.

I know there's a secret room
here! Show me!

This is an apartment complex,
there are no secret rooms!

I don't buy it.

Behind this frame, there has to
be a secret passage.

That's where I stash my money.

Couldn't you think of a better
hiding place than that?

I'm looking for a case that's
a little less mundane.

You two should be filthy with blood!

I'm type O. Is type O filthy?

I don't know. I'm type O too,
and I'm not filthy.

- And the boy?
- Type B.

- Your parents?
- Both O.

My parents are also both O.

That was a doozy!

That dream was bad juju.

You're Yukichi Mori, aren't you?

Mori? You're well informed.

Sometimes I even surprise myself!
I am indeed the sleuth of the ages.

- Did the film director next door die?
- No, he's in the john.

To tell you the truth, I'd like to
talk to you about Mr. Katagiri.

Don't waste your time.
I haven't seen him in a dog's age.

Don't worry.

This concerns something a dog's age ago.

My heart bled for him.

Tormented by the unrequited love for Fujiko.

If Furugaki hadn't squealed
to Dr. Haida,

he would have never found out.

I understand that you had your
own problems with Dr. Furugaki.

That stoolie!

Loose lips sink ships.

It was too soon for my rival
Katagiri to leave,

and my teacher to die. The New Art
Association was his for the taking.

I can sit here and stew in my juices,

but it doesn't do diddly.
I can't touch him.

I'd like to ask you about the
Figure of Fujiko that Dr. Haida made.

Can you tell me anything about it?

He poured his soul into it.

Nothing I produced could compare.

How he suffered upon hearing
of Fujiko's infidelity...

I know only too well.

In his later years, he stared at it constantly.

He embraced it like a madman.

He even... kissed it on the lips.

He kissed it?

Dr. Haida!

Sir!

Now look what you did!

He's as flat as a pancake.

Friends and relatives have been
very generous financially after he died.

I haven't given you anything.

I know how busy you are.

Please forgive me for calling for you.

Did Dr. Furugaki have
a heart condition or anything?

He was very neurotic.

Recently, he seemed as if he
were frightened of something.

Are you saying that someone
had threatened him?

Yes, that, too.

Who threatened him?
It couldn't have been Goro Katagiri!

He received several letters every month.

- It's not here.
- All right.
- We'll have to look somewhere else.

What are these?!

In here.

Rairaiken Ramen

- The head! The head!
- The head! The head!
- We gotta find that head!

Stop talking trash!

The head.

Sorry for the delay.

But I got the head!

Yeah, we found it, too.

What's this about?

This stinks.

Look! Look! Look! Look!

Oh. An explanation, please.

There's no way of telling
which one is the original.

Where did you guys find it?

Mr. Kindaichi...

What in the hell is going on?

I don't know.
I'm as confused as you.

This head looks like somebody.

"Take Me Away!"

That's it!

You figured it out! Right?

OK, let's get started!

Hurry up!

It'll be the biggest heist of
the 20th century!

Get the best stuff first!

After all, Detective Kindaichi
asked us to do it!

And everything's being stolen
in broad daylight.

I'm not going anywhere or meeting anyone.

I'm not setting one foot
out of this hospital.

Don't talk like that.

What are you doing?! Stop!?

Whaddya know, it's Detective Kindaichi!
What brings you here?

Madam, what a lovely surprise...
a coincidence.

I certainly hope you'll come with us.

And you too, Dr. Mori.
Let's go.

Why am I in Dr. Haida's studio?!

Furugaki!

You're supposed to be dead.

You're still alive?

Well, you'll be dead soon enough!

You ruined my life!

It was your own fault.

How dare you!

Dr. Haida gave you the chairmanship...

of the New Art Association,
and his own manor!

All I wanted...
was the love of Fujiko.

You snitched!

You ruined everything!

But that wasn't enough for you.

Dr. Haida's masterwork,
The Figure of Fujiko...

You knew he was lip-locked
with it night and day,

and you put arsenic on its lips!

You cut his life short!

Furugaki... you're a murderer!

Are you finished?

Enter the illustrious detective!

Yes, your killing spree has
also come to an end.

Last night, Mr. Furugaki met you
when you were impersonating Dr. Haida.

The shock killed him this morning.

Goro Katagiri...

When I first met you at the nursing home,

I truly believed that you were Mori.

That was one delay in solving this case.

Furthermore, I didn't notice that
the statue head that I saw you kiss...

was actually an unfinished forgery
of The Figure of Fujiko.

Mr. Katagiri,

as an artist, you never reached
the level of true brilliance.

You envied Dr. Haida.

That's why you had to have his
beloved wife and muse Fujiko.

The irony of all this is that...

it prompted Dr. Haida to produce
his masterwork,

The Figure of Fujiko.

You despaired, abandoned Fujiko,
and fled the country.

Left alone, Fujiko...

"You drowned yourself in the lake."

Todoroki, get him!

Let's go!

This way is faster!

My name is Ohan.

Onikobe Village

Don't let him get away!

Don't let him get away!

We've got him trapped!

Get him!

Come out of there!

Hands up!

Chief, this is stolen property!

Open it up!

Hello!

It's you!

Mr. Todoroki, this is all stuff
that we stole.

You?!

Hey!

Madam, we meet again.

I did so long to see you.

Fumie...

Ma'am...
What are you doing here?

She's the ringleader of the
band of art thieves.

What?!

No one else could've figured it out.

Inspector, I'll come quietly.

Fujiko.

Detective, what did you call me?

I called you Fujiko.

Pour quoi?

It's delicious.

Let's forget about the past.

All stories are supported...

by a deep sense of pathos
common to humankind.

When I finally fully understood the case,

I couldn't help but feel I lacked
the requisite tenacity...

to figure out the case.

That's when it came to me: Fujiko.

Your suicide attempt failed and you
wound up marrying Kojuro Akechi.

Then, you quietly waited for
Goro Katagiri to return to Japan.

Mr. Katagiri finally came back,

but he had become embittered.

You stuck him in a nursing home,

and probably never forgave him.

You sought your revenge by...

forcing him every day to reproduce
The Figure of Fujiko.

How horrible that must have been for him.

You forced him to confront his meager
talents, that could by no means...

compare to Dr. Haida's.

Do you know why Katagiri left me?

Because he loved art more than me.

I took an oath of revenge on all artists.

You formed a band of thieves.

And the one who secretly loved
and supported you was...

you, Mr. Mori - Dr. Haida's pupil
and the third man.

You were trying to get close to Fumie,
I mean Fujiko,

to make her your lover,

but also to get the priceless artwork,
The Figure of Fujiko.

but also to get the priceless artwork,
The Figure of Fujiko.

and you used his clerk Takagi
to try to steal the head.

However, the head had already
been taken by Ayaka,

and then passed to the CEO of Loan King.

You had Takagi kill them both,
then you killed Takagi.

You tried to sell the head at
an exorbitant price.

That led you to kill even Kojuro Akechi.

This was your scheme to get both Fujiko...

and The Figure of Fujiko for your own.

Furthermore,

the innumerable forgeries of
The Figure of Fujiko that Katagiri made...

served to conceal which one
was actually genuine.

How base, yet fascinating.

Still, I wonder where my hat is...

Yokomizo

- Sir, forgive me for being away so long.
- Not at all.

- Here's this month's royalties.
- Oh, I see.

This is the royalties for
The Adventures of Kosuke Kindaichi.

That's a lot of money.

It was a masterpiece.

There wasn't much to the story.

I didn't want to be in this movie.

But, but, but, but...

We had some good kills, didn't we?

Was is really necessary to kill
four or five people?

Kindaichi was so indecisive.

A bunch of people had to die for him to
work up the gumption to solve the case.

Quit bellyaching about the story.

First off, Furugaki and Mori were already
characters in The Woman in the Coffin.

And Goro Katagiri was the protagonist in
The Woman in the Suitcase.

Isn't it just because all the stories were
compiled in the same collection?

If you've read the book, don't see the movie,
and don't see the movie if you've read the book.

It also seemed strange that people
changed so much in 20 years.

Even if they did, it was implausible
when Fumie turned out to be Fujiko.

The two women bore absolutely
no resemblance to each other.

Art beautifies everything.

Still, where was the real head?

Did Mori have it?

The truth is that criminal investigations
don't get wrapped up...

in a nice clean package.
Not in reality, at least.

For whatever reason, contradictions linger.

If you call the stories derivative,
I have no response.

For whatever reason, crimes in Japan...

are always connected to family and blood.

It's a sign of what an impoverished
country this is.

Mr. Todoroki,
a private investigator...

must never be angry or
indignant about a case.

The question is how everything
unfolds from a single homicide.

Then the murder can easily
beget another murder.

It's interesting to ponder.

Like the audience, I can usually predict
midway through who committed the crime,

but, but...

criminal investigations should not
be pursued rashly.

Cases take on a life of their own.

Still, I feel like I have to
watch over them caringly.

Then it touches off another murder,
then another.

Crime grows!

Also, I like the shocking murders
committed in Japan.

I don't care about a couple of
white devils...

blasting each other dead.

Japanese murders are committed to
exorcise the demons of our past.

Japanese murderers lose hope
as they kill more and more people.

I'm the only private dick in the world...

who can really empathize with criminals.

What's the fuss?
You're making money.

OK, this time we're going to roll.

I, for one, am not satisfied with this.

I'm not satisfied with Fujiko or Mori.

Four or five people died!

Shouldn't there be a few more twists
and turns to the story?

After all, I am a famous P.I.

If it all ends here...

Mr. Todoroki!

Maybe I'll make you the criminal next time.

That's why we're here, after all.

Let's begin!

One, two, three, go!

He's gone!

It can't be!

I'll tell you, Chief,

I don't know that that P.I. stole it again.
Maybe it was Goro Katagiri...

We even found a sandal print at
the crime scene.

Kindaichi is a klutz.

Chief, did you...

know about this all along?

You finally came, Mr. Todoroki.

Chief!

It was the first time I saw your
world-weary face.

Still, it suits you.

Dammit, it's him! That P.I. who dresses like
a 19th century beggar's completely flipped his lid!

Your name is etched in the
twinkle of the stars in Hibiya.

Look how far you've come.

Don't hold back, do it.

This is where we part company.

Goodbye, Mr. Todoroki.

Goodbye, Kosuke Kindaichi.

Goodbye, everyone.

Translated by scannon
Timing by lordretsudo