Original subtitles

The rhythm of the wind sharpens the skill of deduction.

Black entanglement also unravels.

The secret of the men in black is finally at hand.

I will figure out the diary together with Dr. Agasa.

He sees through the one and only truth.

A child in appearance with the I.Q. of an adult.

His name is Detective Conan!

I have it. It's right here.

In my pocket, the clue to those men in the Black Organization.

Now all I have to do is go over to Doc's house

and check this disk thoroughly.

Conan?

I wonder if people change.

If they're apart, will their feelings change?

It's kind of tough

to just keep on waiting.

You don't have to worry about Shinichi.

I think he's just the way you picture him to be, Ran.

So, I don't think you have to worry about him at all.

It would be nice if you were Shinichi, Conan.

How stupid of me, what on earth am I talking about?

Ran, that's not it.

I...

Actually, I am...

No. I can't tell her.

Not until I disclose their identity.

Until I crush them.

I can't tell anybody about me.

You're...

"Contact with the Black Organization (Negotiation Edition)"

So, you're crying again.

Again?

You're always crying.

Always?

Does it bother you?

It's just that you sort of reminded me...

of a girl who resembled you.

A stupid girl who pretended to be composed

but used to cry in private.

Stupid girl?

Hey, Ran.

Do you know that man?

Yes.

I met him when I went to New York with Shinichi.

I was waiting for Shinichi in front of a dilapidated building

when he came walking along

and asked me if I saw a Japanese with long silver dyed hair

and an unshaven face.

Inside that building where the street slasher was hiding?

But, I don't think he's anyone suspicious.

Why?

Because he was together with a person

wearing a jacket with the characters FBI on it.

FBI?

It can't be...

What would the FBI be doing here in Japan?

He's gone.

He's disappeared.

Come on, let's go home, Conan.

Okay.

But, I wonder if he

really belongs to the FBI?

Somebody killed that street slasher

making it look as if he killed himself.

If the FBI had that area covered,

they would never goof like that.

And besides,

during the James kidnap case,

Ai reacted at sensing his presence.

Is it possible he was the one who killed the street slasher?

If he was deeply involved with Ai...

Shuichi Akai.

Don't tell me that his true identity is...

Hey, Conan.

What would you like to eat for dinner?

Sashimi?

Tenshin rice?

Or beef stew?

But, choose only one of the dishes...

Huh?

Conan?

"I promised Dr. Agasa that I would play a game with him,

so I'm going to sleep over at his place tonight."

Playing games again?

I tell you, he's so childish.

More important than Shuichi Akai now

is the diary that's inside this disc.

The diary of Mr. Itakura, who met Tequila,

one of the members of the men in black, 2 years ago.

I'm going to check it thoroughly

and figure out their purpose,

as well as their identity.

Shinichi, great timing.

It's been a while, but I've invented something new again.

While I was at it, I also made you another pair of pursuit glasses,

so you won't have to worry about running out of batteries.

By the way, where's Ai?

Ai's taking a bath right now.

That's just great.

Hey, Shinichi. What do you mean that's just great?

Don't tell me that you're going to take a peek?

Oh, come on.

What? You got hold of clues to those guys?

Shinichi, you're not pulling my leg, are you?

No.

If Ai finds out, it may cause her needless worry,

so I've got to check things out while she's not around.

Let me see, two years ago.

Two years ago...

There. This is it.

"March 7th, a man with a Kansai dialect suddenly came to see me.

It seems that he was after a system software

which was under development,

but as soon as he found out that my vision had gone bad

and I gave up the development, he left.

This man was dressed in black from head to toe.

I never want to see him again."

Hey, is this it?

There seems to be nothing more written about the big man

in the diary in the days following either.

Seriously. And I went through all the trouble to get a hold of this diary.

The only thing I found out

was that Mr. Itakura was developing some kind of software,

and that they wanted it.

This Itakura guy sure must've been some unreliable character.

Look, the space between the written and unwritten pages of the book

is disorganized.

If it were me,

I wouldn't be able to stand not placing everything in order.

Come to think of it, he said back then,

that Mr. Itakura would get upset

even if his papers were moved 10 centimeters out of place.

Wrong, Dr. Agasa.

The space between the pages is not disorganized.

Watch, okay?

You place the cursor on the open space like this

and drag the mouse along, then, highlight it.

This is...

I'm pooped.

If this keeps up, I'll probably be killed one day.

"Invisible writing".

It's a method that's frequently used

when people want to hide

what is written on things like the internet website.

But, why would Mr. Itakura do something like this to his own diary?

Probably as camouflage just in case

somebody snuck a look at his diary.

Shinichi, don't tell me that the person is...

Yes, I'm sure he didn't want them to see it.

Dr. Agasa.

I finished taking a bath.

Dr. Agasa?

It seems that he's started using invisible writing

10 days after the big man came.

It goes on to say,

"March 16th.

The pen of my desk has been moved another 5 centimeters.

It seems that someone's been sneaking into my office after all.

April 15th. Somebody has snuck into my house this time.

The police won't take it seriously.

I guess it couldn't be helped

because there were no traces of a break-in or anything being taken.

June 11th.

I changed the locks and set up hidden surveillance cameras,

but to no avail.

July 6th. Who is it? Show yourself.

November 19th. I'm pooped.

If this keeps up, I'll probably be killed one day.

January 6th. In order to free me from this terror,

I inserted a message addressed to the intruder in the desk.

I wrote that I would go along with their demand.

January 8th. I got an answer earlier than expected.

In place of the message I inserted,

there was a memo from the intruder.

"OK" was written in red.

Along with a mysterious phone number was written.

The red words were probably written with blood.

It probably means, "Tell no one or you're dead".

January 23rd.

Although I was deliberating on what to do for a while,

I decided not to notify the police and call them instead.

To my surprise, a woman answered the phone.

A stuck up woman who talked as if she were a queen.

Her request was that she wanted to buy the software

that I was developing at a high price

if I could finish making it in a year.

I guess she's a member of the same group

as the big man that previously came to see me.

February 13th.

Their way of contacting me changed to e-mail.

I decided to accept the offer under the condition

that they deposit the payment into my account in advance

and that they stop snooping around me anymore.

December 22nd.

No good.

I can't do it after all.

I abandoned making that software

not only because my vision started weakening,

but for the sake of mankind."

For the sake of mankind?

"February 9th.

The deadline is drawing near.

I have decided to hide the unfinished software

and the check of the payment they made to me

near the computer of my villa

and escape abroad.

The e-mail with instructions

as to the time and place of where the software

will be handed over to them

should be arriving 5 days later at midnight.

I'll try to somehow make it abroad by then."

The date on this diary is four days ago,

which means the e-mail should be arriving 3 hours from now at 9 pm.

I guess Mr. Itakura was planning to escape abroad

before seeing that e-mail.

There seems to be invisible writing even after the last day.

"February 10th.

I wonder what they're going to do with that software?

The queer words of that woman who first answered the phone

won't leave my ears.

Yes. I couldn't stand the overbearing tone of voice of the woman

so I taunted her saying, "Just who the hell do you think you are?"

She laughed and replied,

"We can be both of God and the Devil,

since we're trying to raise the dead

against the stream of time."

What?

We can be both of God and the Devil,

since we're...

We're trying to raise the dead against the stream of time.

-Ai? -Ai?

What is that?

Are you reading some kind of fantasy story

where a witch or something appears?

Yes, exactly.

I'm hooked on this internet series of western novels, you see.

And you? What are you doing here, Shinichi?

Oh, me?

I was...

He came to try out my new invention.

Right?

Yes.

This is called "Fire a ball anywhere belt".

It looks like any ordinary belt at first glance.

No, it doesn't.

But when you adjust the dial and push the button.

There. One soccer ball to go.

That's amazing!

I'd be able to catch a load of culprits with this.

No, maybe just one or two.

Because of the nature of rubber,

once it leaves the belt,

it can only maintain its form for 10 seconds.

I see.

However, it is very elastic.

Depending on the amount of gas that's put in,

it can become as large as an advertisement balloon.

Oh, that's some value.

Sounds silly.

I'm going to go to bed.

So, what now?

What else?

We're going to Mr. Itakura's villa right now

and get a hold of that system software in question.

Then, we're going to receive the e-mail

that they're going to be sending at midnight.

It's amazing how you found out

that Mr. Itakura's villa is in Gunma.

Pops asked the man from the game company

that came to ask him to look for Mr. Itakura.

He was asking the man for places

that Mr. Itakura could be hiding like his house,

villa, the addresses of his acquaintances and so forth.

Will it be okay though?

What if they're waiting in ambush or something?

We'll be fine.

Mr. Itakura made them promise

not to snoop around him anymore.

They would never break a promise with a character

who is so jittery that he was bothered

that the pen on his desk had been moved 5 centimeters.

I think you have a point.

If they upset him before the software is completed,

they'll be throwing everything down the drain.

The problem is, whether the news about Mr. Itakura being killed

has already been aired on TV or radio.

Even so, it'll be okay.

I've been listening to the radio all this time,

but all they're broadcasting

is about the jewelry robber who is on the run.

The thing that bothers me though, are the last words in the diary.

Yes.

"We can be both of God and the Devil,

since we are trying to raise the dead against the stream of time."

What does it mean anyway?

Hey, Dr. Agasa.

Don't tell me that the drug Ai was trying to make was...

No way. Making zombies. That's ridiculous.

Don't rush things.

People cannot go against the stream of time.

If people try to bend things out of line by force,

they will be punished.

What is it?

What is the punishment?

We've finally arrived.

Now, how do we make it inside?

Well...

Where did you get that key?

It was hidden behind those stairs.

Remember it was written in the diary?

"A friend that I haven't seen in 5 years called me from my villa."

Which means that the key was hidden somewhere

so that his friends could come in whenever they wanted to.

I see.

But, how dangerous.

He left it here just for that very reason.

Because they wouldn't think that the software that they wanted

would be left so carelessly in a place like this.

And as for the e-mail that they are about to send here,

if no one receives their mail here,

they'll eventually come here to look for Mr. Itakura,

and find the software and the check,

so he gets to sever all ties with them without having to see them.

Shinichi, it's almost time.

Yes.

Come on, you guys in black.

Show your dirty rat selves.

Here it is. The mail.

Okay, if I open this...

Password?

Hey, it's counting down really fast.

Darn.

The mail disappeared.

Darn. It was set so that if it wasn't opened immediately,

it would disappear.

So, don't tell me that they found out the mail wasn't opened?

Yes. Not only that, maybe they even found out

that the mail failed to be opened using this computer.

What now?

They may think that something happened to Mr. Itakura

and come here.

Shinichi?

Shinichi?

I can't come to the phone right now.

Please record your message after the tone.

Hey, what's going on?

Vodka?

You're there, aren't you?

They've found out.

They've found out that we failed to open the e-mail.

Yes. Or maybe they were watching this villa...

without Mr. Itakura being aware that they were.

What?

I'm counting on them not thinking

that Mr. Itakura would receive their mail

in an unsafe place like this, though.

Hey. If so, how are we going to escape?

We're trapped.

Hey, answer me.

I know you're at that villa.

Shinichi?

Hurry up and answer me,

Mr. Itakura.

Hey. What's going on?

Can't you hear me?

Hey!

Next Conan's Hint:

"System Software"