Murder in London...
and murder in Tokyo.
And a year after he buried his brother,
a police detective receives a nighttime visit from a feared Yakuza
and learns of his possible resurrection.
With secrets of his own,
haunted by his past,
he travels across the world
to a strange and distant city...
with new friends,
and new enemies,
and an uncertain future ahead of him.
Where were you?
It's my night off. What the hell happened?
What I told you on the phone. Two guys jumped the boss at the bar.
- What, were they trying to kill him? - Well, they weren't stabbing him for fun.
- Where were you when this was going on? - About ten meters away.
That's about eight and a half meters too far, wouldn't you say?
There was another guy,
just having a drink at the bar when it kicked off.
Cracked one of them over the head with his bottle.
What, just minding his own business?
Till the two fellas next to him pulled knives.
- Where the hell were you? - Jesus Christ.
I was gone for five minutes.
- Oh, yeah? Well, he could've been killed. - Well, he wasn't.
This sort of shit gets us unwanted attention.
- What if someone called the cops? - We'll deal with it.
Fucking calm down. Where's everyone now?
Abbot's getting patched up in his office.
All right, and the two dickheads with the knives?
They still breathing?
Sort of.
One's in the cellar, one's in the store cupboard.
And what about the Good Samaritan?
He's still here.
Didn't want to leave.
You're having a night.
We're just holding everyone until the police arrives.
You haven't called the police.
They'd be here by now.
Well, I could do with a drink. Dunno about anyone else.
You all right?
Yeah. It's not the first time someone's tried to stab me.
It is the first time it's happened in my own bar, though.
That irks.
Hello, mate. I'm Connor Abbot.
You're gonna have a whiskey with me.
Donna? Another special one, please.
Cheers.
You're Japanese.
- Yes. - I knew it.
So what do you think of this place? Like, what it is,
is I had a designer ship over all the furnishings
from Osaka, especially. Weren't cheap.
Even the name,
"Kodawari Bar."
What does "Kodawari" mean, Vickers?
"The pursuit of perfection!"
The pursuit of perfection.
I mean, you've got to love a people
that have a word for that.
- It is spelled wrong on these napkins. - What?
You're kidding me.
What happened to your...
- Atonement. - See?
That ain't an easy thing to come by these days.
So, uh...
five hundred ought to cover it, right? Five hundred.
Cover what?
To our friend.
As a show of our appreciation and of your discretion.
You don't owe me a debt.
You saved his life, so...
You value his life at £500?
- Huh? - Yeah. He's got a point there, Vickers.
Can I... Can I talk to you?
This guy could be a problem.
- Don't you realize what he is? - What?
He's Yakuza.
Come on, get the f...
Yakuza?
We don't know this guy.
He probably lost his finger in a fucking juicer.
My name is Yuto Mori.
I was a Yakuza contract killer in Tokyo...
for the Fukuhara crime family.
I know gangsters.
I know how to protect them.
If you hire me,
then the next time someone pulls a knife on you,
they'll be dead...
before they have a chance to ruin your shirt.
It's a good plot of land. We get it at a knock-down price.
We develop...
I'll lean on my guy in buildings regulation.
Sure.
- What? - Nothing.
I'll get my hard hat and hi-vis ready, shall I?
Trust me, this is better than running H,
and extorting corner stores, or whatever you used to do.
Hey, Yuto, where can I get like, um, a California roll?
Or like, a Philadelphia roll, you ever had one of those?
I used to be a gangster, you know.
Now look at me. I'm like a glorified fucking estate agent.
This is what that Yank has done to me.
You're making money.
Yeah, but there's more to life than money, Yuto.
What's the matter? Do you know that geezer?
His name is Saburo.
His uncle and my older boss are...
rivals in Tokyo.
You miss being a gangster?
Yeah.
Then you should be a Yakuza.
How?
What are you talking about, halting the project?
It's not working out, Vickers. We're gonna try something new now.
This is a key time for us.
No, I can't listen to any more bollocks about "first quarters,"
or "projected profit margins,"
or whatever the fuck else it is that gives you a hard-on.
The plan has changed.
Whose plan, huh? Whose...
Fucking Pearl Harbor over here?
Who the fuck is he, even?
I don't believe this.
This is ridiculous. I'm not gonna let you do this.
I'm not gonna let you walk away with my money.
Hey, hey, listen...
Ah, fuck!
Is this it?
Your people.
Yes.
Will you see them when you go back?
I don't know.
I don't know what I'd...
say to them.
- There aren't words for everything. - No.
It's time.
At the moment,
the weapons are sitting in a shipping container
in the Kami-fucking-gumi Terminal.
Don't worry about that other thing. I told you, I'll sort that out. Ta-ta.
It's all kicking off in Tokyo.
Endo has just turned over a restaurant, and he sayonara'd off about ten people.
Christ, they don't hang about.
Neither do the Japanese cops.
They're sending someone over here to look for Yuto.
He's being picked up from the airport by an "Eiji Watari."
Donna, I need you to go and nip this in the bud for me.
Fuck.
- Yes? - Kenzo Mori?
Yeah, I'm calling from the A&E department of University College Hospital.
I have a young man, Rodney Yamaguchi.
He's been brought in in quite a bad way.
I think you might know him.
I know who you are.
I know what you're doing here,
but you need to go back to Japan.
You hear me?
- Do you work for Abbot? - Doesn't matter who I work for.
If you know who I am, then you know I cannot leave.
Yuto doesn't want to see you.
Does he know I'm here?
- I need to speak to him. - No, you need to listen to me.
I'm giving you a chance to walk away from this.
Most people don't get that.
I need to see my brother.
Right now, you are a problem to me,
and I need you to stop being a fucking problem to me.
I'm giving you 24 hours.
You can go to the airport,
or you can go to the morgue.
The decision is entirely up to you.
Boss, did you get into Saburo's apartment?
Yeah.
Was it as pointless as I said it would be?
It was eventful.
Yeah, well, it's pretty eventful here.
We just fished one of Fukuhara's guys out of the water.
Oh, make that two.
He'll have to retaliate.
Yep.
Dark days ahead. Pressure's on you.
How's it going?
Eiji was compromised. He was working for someone called Abbot.
Who's Abbot?
I don't know, but he doesn't want me finding my brother.
Are you in danger?
I'm fine.
I need you to do something for me.
There was a safe in Saburo's flat.
Find me someone who can open it.
It's not like there are safe-crackers just lying around in the street.
Just do your job, would you please?
My secret job helping you,
or my actual job?
Both.
He has bruising on the ribs and around the abdomen.
A concussion,
but no swelling or bleeding on the brain showed up on the CT.
Isn't there someone else that should be here?
I don't really know the boy.
You answered the phone.
You need someone to take him home?
Actually, I need someone to bring him back.
He ran out on us.
But if you can't, these are his pain meds.
Look after him, will you?
Kids like Rodney come in here all the time... until they don't.
You know what I mean?
You should get that head looked at.
Oh, great, just in time.
- I have your medicine. - Shove it up your arse!
Actually, don't. Give it here.
Give it here.
Okay. Thank you.
Fuck off now.
Fuck off, please! Fuck off!
I'm looking for my brother.
That's why I'm here.
I just found out he's probably alive after a year of thinking he was dead.
I just...
They told me he has done something terrible,
but I don't know what to do.
And I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I didn't help you.
What would you call these walls? Sort of beige cream?
Cream beige?
Mushroom?
Mushroom surprise?
Vanilla mushroom?
Mushroom cream?
Oh, beige spinach.
Like what you've done with the place.
What happened to your head?
Someone hit me.
Just the once? That was restrained of them.
Mind if I...?
Fucking hell.
Oh!
So, this is your brother's handiwork, is it?
That's what they told me.
Fucked up family, mate.
If you say you're gonna help someone...
you should do it.
Yes.
It happened some time
around midnight last night.
The place is Yakuza-run, but we don't know which family yet.
I think you might recognize this one.
His name is Sora.
He's friends with your brother, isn't he?
They knew each other.
They were arrested together once.
When they were kids.
For selling stolen cigarettes.
This is a different league.
Where was your brother last night?
He was with me.
All night?
All night.
I'll go on record if you need me to.
No.
Your word's enough for me.
Two fingerprint idents.
"Cause of death: puncture wound to the... "
Why can't they just write, "stabbed with a bloody great sword"?
What about this one?
He's Chika Tani.
He's a Japanese national.
We don't know much about him.
One arrest,
street brawl a few months ago.
No charges.
Hmm. Spoken to INTERPOL?
We're waiting to hear back.
What about that safe?
We're going in with the locksmith later.
- Marvelous. - I think it's a fake name.
What?
Chika Tani? I think it's a fake name.
Why?
Well, it's a girl's name, to start with.
Oh, for Christ's sake.
Very popular according to this.
- We'll look into it. - Yeah, thank you.
Don't step on Bill's toes. The samurai sword thing's his.
He's doing a stand-up job with it.
One day, you're gonna have to give me real cases again.
Mm-hmm. I'd have thought you'd have been too busy playing teacher for that.
Is there anything else?
Ian's been released.
Yes.
I think I should have been told.
I'm not a probation officer, Sarah.
The last time I saw him, he threatened me.
Yeah, well, your testimony had just got him six years.
He's entitled to feel aggrieved.
Someone posted a snake through my letterbox last night.
What you get up to in your own time is your own business, Weitzmann.
- Steve! - He's not an idiot, Sarah.
He's not gonna risk getting sent back inside
just to nause you up with a stupid prank.
Then who put it there?
Don't care.
You sent one of us down. There are consequences.
You're not going to get invited
to very many Christmas parties, I wouldn't have thought.
Nobody's putting any snakes in any letterboxes
or making any threats.
So get that shit right out of your head.
Dad.
Your mother told me you got expelled.
They didn't even give me a trial.
Don't worry.
I'm sure you'll get one of those eventually.
How's everything there?
Fine.
You sound half asleep.
Maybe I am.
Maybe this is all a dream.
Some dream.
Are you looking after everyone?
- Should I be? - Yes.
Why?
Because it is the zoo, and you're the zookeeper.
I'll come home soon.
Will you bring Uncle Yuto with you?
I'm trying.
Tell your mother I said hello.
Hmm.
And tell your sister her father sends his love.
I don't have a sister.
Really?
Who was that girl who used to live with us,
the one that smiled all the time, you remember?
That was me.
No. That can't be the case.
Are you sure?
Mm-hmm.
Hmm.
Well, then tell yourself.
I will.
Okay.
As we discussed earlier, the techniques of crime scene management are based
on Locard's exchange principle.
This principle states that anyone who enters a crime scene
will take something from it, and...
um...
leaves something behind,
demonstrating...
Who have you got?
Well, that's the best part.
We already had him in holding.
He was arrested for safe-cracking?
Jerking off on the metro, actually.
But he's also a jewel thief,
as well as a disgusting pervert. He says.
Before I help you,
I want to talk about my deal.
You're on security camera beating your dick on the train.
There's no deal.
Boss.
Boss?
Toshio, give him the deal.
I want to get the hell out of here.
We can let you off this time.
But only this time.
It's not permission to go and jerk off wherever you want.
Okay.
I'll pass you on to the pervert.
Good evening, Detective.
So from what I see, this is an early-model Bolt & Tasker
six-combination, fire-proof safe.
We should be able to get in pretty easily.
The first thing you need to do...
is lick its rim.
- What? - Human saliva...
has a component that helps break down the enzymes in the locking oil.
Do you want to open the safe or what?
Stop messing around.
What did she taste like, Detective?
Like she wanted to open for you?
- Toshio... - Ow.
Okay, okay.
Three-five-six-five-nine-five.
It's the factory combination for this model.
Most people don't bother changing it.
Anything good inside?
I'll let you know.
COPYING ITEMS TO DESKTOP
Mori.
What news?
Sir, I am sending you some files that were in Saburo's safe.
What are they?
I think they were planted there...
to make it seem like Fukuhara had a motive for having Saburo killed.
I could hold on to them, but I suspect these files
will be made public by the British police before too long.
I've sent them.
Chief Inspector?
Are you close to finding your brother?
I'm doing my best for you, sir.
Let's hope that's enough.
Kenzo?
Mrs. Weitzmann!
I apologize for leaving your class.
- Is everything okay? - Yes.
Are you going in?
No.
There's a minimum 90% attendance required to pass the course.
I know a lot of it's familiar to you, but...
It won't happen again.
Look, I actually wanted to run something by you.
Suspect in a murder case.
We're stuck waiting on INTERPOL,
but I thought maybe you could whizz his mugshot
past your station's database, see if anything comes up?
Massive long shot, I know,
- but... - Hey!
Can you keep it down, please?
People are trying to recuperate in here. Fuck's sake.
Who's that?
No one.
What happened to his face?
Someone beat him up.
Not me.
What?
Who are you?
I am the owner of this fine establishment,
and I ask you to kindly stop knocking on my door, please.
Is he high?
- Painkillers. - And cocaine.
Are you a student here?
Good God, no.
He's a male prostitute who helped me with a...
task.
He got injured in the process, so I'm letting him stay here.
Briefly.
At any point, when those words were coming out of your mouth,
did you think they sounded like a satisfying explanation?
It is the truth.
You'll run it by your colleagues for me?
Off the record, obviously.
Does anything strike you as unusual about him?
No.
Not even the fact that he's got a woman's name?
Oh, yes.
That.
Oh, yes. That.
Well...
thank you.
Bye.
Chief Inspector Hayashi.
I wasn't expecting you.
And I wasn't expecting a retaliation against Shin Endo.
You're asking for war.
You promised to hold off
while Detective Mori searched for his brother.
I promised to try.
I meet a lot of lawyers in my business.
Your wife is one of the best.
This is not the time to let personal feelings
cloud your judgment,
Chief Inspector.
Remember what's at stake here.
You promised to "try"?
It is in the past, Hayashi.
A lot that was once meaningful is in the past.
I've got another job for you.
Yuto was a month early when he was born.
You could have fit him into a teacup.
He was in hospital for weeks...
fighting for his life.
He is still fighting.
He fought for his life but faked his death.
How confusing.
I'm going for a walk.
You're grounded.
I can either go out now, or wait until you're all asleep.
And by then it will be much later, and much more dangerous.
Fine. Do what you want.
I'm only your mother, why listen to me?
If Kenzo or Yuto spoke to me in that way,
Hotaka would beat them senseless.
Children need a father.
What flavor?
Let me guess.
Chocolate.
Ugh. Coffee.
You'll be up all night.
I don't sleep.
If you don't sleep, someone else gets all your dreams.
That's what my grandmother used to say to me.
What other rubbish did your grandmother used to say?
Have you heard from your dad, Taki?
We're concerned he isn't making much progress.
The police pulled two of my colleagues out of the water this morning.
They were friends of mine.
Did someone tell you that being a gangster wasn't going to be dangerous?
I killed the man that did it...
only a few hours ago.
When you talk to your dad,
remind him that we are waiting for him.
And if our family loses members, then so will his.
How are you feeling?
Like warmed-up shit.
Okay, well...
there's work to do.
Goodbye.
I'm sorry about your face, Rodney.
Can't help but feel like I'm responsible.
Don't worry about it, Kenzo. That's okay.
It's very sweet of you to say.
I apologized last night.
Did you? Don't remember that.
Maybe I've got brain damage. You know, from the beating?
I'm not your babysitter.
No, I mean, just to be clear,
you'd be a fucking terrible babysitter.
- Mr. Vickers? - Yeah.
I'm sorry to disturb you, but I'm looking for someone
I believe you have met.
He was arrested for assaulting you...
earlier this year.
- Honey, who is it? - Oh, no one, sweetheart.
It's okay.
There's a bar downstairs. Meet me there in half an hour.
Yeah, I gotta be quick. My wife thinks I'm making a phone call.
So, his real name is Yuto.
I know.
Why are you looking for him?
He's wanted in Japan. I'm here to take him home.
Oh, yeah?
That's about the first piece of good news I've heard in a long while.
How do you know him?
How do I know him?
He fucking usurped me.
"Usurped"?
I had a business partner, Abbot.
Me and him had a really good thing going on,
big loan from my father, diverse portfolio...
Criminal shit, you understand, but profitable and safe.
Then fucking Yuto turns up, and...
let's just say Abbot lost interest in me,
and... ...started looking to the East for inspiration.
I think Abbot hired someone to scare me back to Tokyo.
Well...
you should be scared, frankly.
What is your business exactly, Mr. Vickers?
What's my business?
Hmm, let's see. Well...
my wife thinks I go to the office every day, but...
the truth is I mostly just walk around London
trying not to have a panic attack.
Sometimes I sit on a park bench and cry. That usually kills a few hours.
You see, I was given almost eight million dollars by my father,
told to make something of myself, and I live in a hotel now,
and I can't go home without my money,
which is why the fucking Albanian mafia is sitting in the lobby 24 hours a day,
because I had no other option but to get in bed with these psychopaths
to help me stage a fucking gang war,
if you can believe that,
just to get my investment back.
I've been around mobsters my whole life,
but these guys...
they're animals.
And I'm in bed with them.
I've got a stomach ulcer the size of a cantaloupe.
There's blood in my shits, and even my fucking pubes are going gray.
So, what business am I in?
Let's see, uh...
I'm basically the CEO of the Getting Fucked by Yuto Corporation.
- That's what business I'm in. - Mr. Vickers.
It's okay.
I'm here now.
If you help me find Yuto,
I will take him back to Japan.
Without him, perhaps your business partner will rethink his new direction.
I don't know.
It seems like a long shot.
It can only be better than the alternative.
Abbot owns the Kodawari Bar in Soho.
I don't know where Yuto is.
That's the best I can give you.
Thank you.
Hey!
There's a clock ticking on this, you know?
Well?
Nice to see you too.
You were right.
She followed you until you went into the hotel,
and then she cleared off.
Then she went to a bar...
Was it the Kodawari Bar?
Yeah, something like that.
And then...
she went here.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Why so much?
Wait, was she dangerous?
Well, this was a blast.
Let's never do it again sometime.
EIKO
"Dearest Yuto, I am writing to you
when I would so much rather be looking at you.
I miss you. I wish you were here with me.
Sending my love,
across the mountains and seas,
Eiko."
I met a girl.
I think I love her.
Shut up.
I'm trying to tell you something here.
Yeah?
Yeah.
How do you know?
I don't know.
I've never loved anyone before.
How did you know you loved Rei?
Mind your own business.
Thanks for the advice.
Okay, then.
Have you thought about anything else since you met her?
No.
Do you imagine that maybe she could magically fix all your problems,
make you a better man, undo everything you ever did wrong...
and bring sunshine
into your otherwise gray and miserable life?
Yes!
Maybe you do love her.
It was found in the corridor.
He was here with one of your students, I believe.
Do I need to get the department head involved?
Thank you. No, I'll sort it.
Has Mr. Mori been around?
I haven't seen him today.
Thank you.
You remember me from this morning?
I have a comedown, not fucking amnesia.
Uh, can I help you?
You left this.
I flushed your drugs away.
Well, that was a shitty thing to do.
Who did that to your face?
Oh, just an ex.
Still loves me though. He can change. He didn't mean it.
Only joking. Fuck him.
And he came and smashed your flat up too?
I like to think of it more as...
"aggressive redecorating."
Are you gonna report it?
Yeah, no, my only concern is the police might be a little too keen
to assist a coke-addicted rent boy of color.
Your ex is your pimp, isn't he?
What's his name?
Why, what are you gonna do? Go talk to him?
I had a boyfriend who did bad things once.
And he didn't stop until he had to.
And right now, there's nothing stopping this guy.
Not you, not the police, not a lock on the door.
How do you know Kenzo?
I don't, really.
What were you helping him with?
Nothing.
Rodney, is Kenzo in trouble?
We're all in trouble, honey.
He's looking for someone, that's all I know.
His brother.
Why is he looking for him?
Something bad happened.
Not my place to say.
A lot of drama, though.
It's a dangerous world, eh?
His name is Michael Miller.
My ex.
Please leave your message after the tone.
They told me you were out.
Are you there?
You leave me the fuck alone, do you hear me?
Yeah?
Michael Miller?
Detective Sarah Weitzmann.
I looked you up in our system.
You've only been arrested twice.
So?
So...
how'd you like to have that doubled?
And then doubled again?
In fact, how would you like to get arrested every night for a year?
How would you like to get put in a holding cell
with a 20-stone alcoholic ex-bouncer with anger management issues
and a very loose sense of personal boundaries?
What do you want?
I want you...
to leave Rodney alone.
Because if you don't,
I will spend every ounce of my energy
and use every resource at my disposal
to destroy your life so comprehensively,
so absolutely...
that your name will become a by-word
for "Boy, he really shouldn't have fucked with her."
Do you hear me, Michael?
Okay.
Police, don't move!
Think about what you are doing.
Mrs. Weitzmann. I can see why this might look strange, but I...
No stranger than anything else.
Sad day when you'd rather hang around outside a sex worker's bedsit
than go back to your own flat, isn't it?
So, here's what I think.
I think you know the man in the mugshot,
I think you're looking for him,
and I think he killed Saburo.
His name is Yuto.
He's my brother.
You're close with your brother?
We were...
long ago...
when we were not fighting.
What are you going to do,
Mrs. Weitzmann?
Sarah.
What are you going to do about Yuto?
If we find Yuto, he'll be arrested.
And if you try to obstruct that, you'll be arrested too.
And the fact that you know I'm his brother now?
I don't know.
Did you sort out that thing I asked you to do?
I'm handling it.
Donna, did you sort it or not?
I made it clear he wasn't welcome here.
Did you know that shooting someone in the head
is a very effective way of getting that point across?
He's a cop.
He's a tourist.
Whether he's out of his jurisdiction or not,
you knock off a policeman, it's gonna be a thing.
If we have to do it, we have to do it.
I'm just saying.
There might be a better way.
All right.
Well, on your head be it.
Hello, mate! What's happening?
Yeah...
Well, this is a mess.
Sleeping in the hallway all night?
There are names for people that do that.
Coffee?
Whilst I do not consider myself to be in any way in your debt,
you will be paying for breakfast, FYI,
I do begrudgingly acknowledge the fact that you stood guard outside my room,
like a sad Alsatian. Thank you.
Are you going to continue in your line of work?
What can I say?
I've got a gift.
Jesus didn't stop making furniture just 'cause the Romans beat him up.
I think you should find a different job.
Yeah, me too. But you know...
bitch gotta make rent.
You look like a fucking mess, by the way. You sure your brother's worth all this?
He's my brother.
Does he even want you to find him?
- No. - But you're going to, anyway?
I have to.
Oh, dear.
Well, don't kill yourself in the process.
Thank you.
Here.
Buy yourself a new door lock.
Sure. No, that's definitely what I'm going to spend this on.
Thank you.
Hello.
Taki's gone!
Her suitcase is missing, and her clothes...
When did you last see her?
Last night, before I went to bed.
How could she do this?
What else is missing?
Her wallet or passport?
Your wallet?
My credit card is gone.
I'll call the station and speak to my partner.
She could have left hours ago.
Don't worry.
She's tough.
You two are exactly the same.
I don't know, Toshio.
Ask my wife, she'll have a photo.
Just get the word out that my kid is missing, and then...
And then what?
Just find her.
I'm on it. Don't worry.
I told you to leave.
And I told you, I have to find my brother.
You have no idea.