01x05 - Nami VS a Most Devilish Woman

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INTERNATIONAL REMAINS REPATRIATOR:
DELIVERS THE DECEASED BACK TO FAMILIES

Dear Mother. I'm sorry,
but I'm returning to Tokyo immediately.

My boss asked me to come back soon
to help with the job we have lined up.

Hey, what are you doing here?

I told you to stay with your mother.

The surgery went well.

My mother said I should return to work.

- There she is.
- Lily.

Lily, where did you meet your husband?

Lily, what are you in Japan for?

Honeymoon.

Mr. Salim, do you know your wife's past?

Did you propose to her?

Lily?

It's Yuri Toyama.

Yuri Toyama? Are you friends?

Seriously? You've never heard of her?

You should watch more TV.

Huh?

Oh, everyone was talking about her before.

She's totally my type.

What a woman.

Murdering husbands
left and right for the money...

You can't say m*rder*d.

She was never arrested,
although it's quite clear she's guilty.

Mother, have you heard of her?

Yuri Toyama.
Known professionally as "Lily."

When she was a club hostess,
she married a wealthy older man.

He died soon after from an illness,
and she inherited everything.

Three years later,
she married another wealthy man.

He died in an accident.

The media latched onto her
and covered her daily.

- Any comment?
-Back off!

Her eyes say it all.

That's not plastic surgery.

That's not what I meant.

She didn't seem that big of a deal.

Her new prey is
the Moroccan multi-millionaire Salim.

Even gold-diggers
are going global these days.

It's almost time
for the deceased to arrive.

- Where from?
- Cuba.

I can handle it. You take a break.

It's fine. I can't have you
throwing out your back again.

Fine.

President?

More news on the ferry sinking in Cuba.

Three Japanese names
were confirmed on the passenger list.

Yukito Adachi, Kazuya Uchikawa,

and Seiji Fujino were among those on board.

Their whereabouts are unknown.

Yes. Yes. Very well, goodbye.

- What a mess.
- What is?

A venture into the global market.

- Global? What's this about?
- Don't move.

- She got her prey.
- Prey?

That was the Moroccan Embassy calling.

Salim's body was found.

- Who's Salim?
- Salim the multi-millionaire.

You mean...

The husband of Lily,
the one who's your type.

Oh dear, again?

- She did it.
- Totally did.

Cause of death?

- Drowned in the hotel bath.
- What?

The body was taken to the hospital.
The wife's with him.

So we're transporting him?

He's a big Moroccan VIP,
we're the only choice.

Of course. Let's go, Rinko.

- See you.
- Come on, move it.

Ali, good to see you.

I'm very glad you're here. Who is this?

I'm Takaki.

I'm Ali, Moroccan Embassy.

This way.

I'm so glad you're here, Nami.

Mr. Salim is a super VIP,
so it's chaos around here.

Where's his wife?

Well... she said she was switching hotels.

What?

I'm Izawa from Angel Hearse.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

The Moroccan Embassy has requested

we assist with transporting
your husband's body back to Morocco.

This is the repatriation contract.

If you could read it over and sign...

I'd like to discuss
his coffin selection later...

You take care of it.
Just send him to Morocco.

I heard that you didn't identify
his body at the hospital.

I saw him drowned in the bath.
What more do you want?

Madam, the family should really...

I said no. Shut up!

I'm Officer Kurosaki.

We'd like to ask you
some questions, ma'am.

It never stops.

Could you come down to the station?

- Go.
- Yes, sir.

And you are?

I'm in charge
of transporting the deceased.

The "Death Bringer" is it?

- What?
- You're a bit of a legend among us.

You have the wrong person.

Excuse me.

Let's go.

Her husband died,
and she won't even identify the body?

That's super suspicious.

I keep telling you
not to play detective, silly.

There she is.

Lily!

Quit the flash. I'm not Lily.

- I'm clearly not Lily.
- No, over there.

Lily.

What are you confusing people for?

Rude man.

They saw a beautiful lady and went for it.

Huh? A wedding dress?

That's what the family wants.

Unmarried women are still buried
in wedding dresses in parts of Europe.

She's tall.

She's 190 centimeters.

Do you think we can find
a ready-made dress in her size in Japan?

Bagging one rich guy after another...

I'm jealous.

Where did you meet your husband?

Please answer the question.

You're convinced I did it anyway.

We won't know until we investigate.

What was the question?

Where we met?

Yes.

When my second husband died,

I went to Morocco
to get away from the pesky cops and media.

It was pretty soon after.

At a party...

Hi.

Hi.

Where were you hiding, my precious?

Did he act oddly at all during this trip?

- Not really.
- What about the last time you saw...

I said no.

We're running out of time,
so you four look for a dress.

You handle the gold digger.

All right. Make sure it's a pretty dress.

Okay.

Hey, did you see this?

INHERITANCE OF 50 BILLION YEN

Some women can't get married at all,

and this chick marries
and kills three husbands?

I thought you said she's your type?

That's not the point.

Despite what I said,
it's still not proven she k*lled him.

Come on, she even said
she didn't want to see the body.

- President.
- Huh?

It's the Moroccan Embassy.

Nami? I need your help.

Mr. Salim's second wife has come to Japan.

What second wife?

I still can't believe it.

He was all fine before his trip to Japan.

Why would he suddenly die?

I want to take him back to Morocco
as soon as possible.

Lily was actually Salim's third wife.

Huh? Morocco allows polygamy?

It's almost non-existent
and limited by the government.

Guess that means Lily
won't be getting the whole inheritance.

So who's this first wife here?

She died a while ago.

She was a former Miss Morocco.

When she was young, she looked like this.

Lookalike.

- Very close.
- Almost the same.

They could be twins. Pretty eyes too.

- Nothing done to her eyes.
- No one said that.

Because that's Nadia. Miss Morocco Nadia.

They're like twins.

You dirty little b*tch.

Why did you take him to Japan?

What did you do?

I will handle everything.

From the transport of his remains
to his funeral.

You stay out of it.

Just do what you want.

Why did he go crazy
for a gold digger like you?

I can't help that men prefer
young things like me to old hags like you.

What? What did you just say?

I said...

I pity you for outliving your purpose
after bearing his children.

I have news for you.

You won't inherit anything from him.

You are not legally or religiously
allowed to marry him.

You are merely his mistress.

I know.

Salim only liked you because
you look like his late first wife.

It wasn't for love.

He just wanted you for your appearance.

You were nothing but a stand-in.

- What are you doing?
- Shut it, hag.

- Stop it!
- Get off!

- Stop it!
- Everyone calm down.

b*tch!

We'll leave everything up to Maha then.

No.

I signed the contract.

I do it.

- What?
- I'm the client. Right?

Our client is indeed... Lily.

I'd like to talk to Lily first.

You must be kidding.

This is a family matter.

I'm very sorry.
Please wait just a little while longer.

Your husband has only just passed.

You should pay your respects
to the deceased instead of fighting.

I see, thank you.

No good.

Nothing on my end either.

If you're that tall,
usually you get it tailored.

Still, I really want
to find a dress for her.

I'm just not feeling into it.

What's the matter?

Did you break up?

- You broke up?
- Wait, wait, huh?

Weren't you considering marriage?

Yeah...

When I brought it up with her recently,

she said she couldn't tell
her parents what I do.

She wants me
to choose between work or her.

Used to be the case
in the funeral industry.

Marriage isn't easy.

We're kind of stuck in a rut too.

What? You're married, Minori?

What's he like?

No comment.

The dead husband
was taking these anti-dementia pills.

Dementia, huh?

Lily must have been taking advantage
of his confusion to bilk him for money.

Want some?

No, thank you.

I need to consult you
in regard to your husband's repatriation.

I don't care. Do whatever.

You said you'd handle it.

I just didn't want that hag to do it.

What?

Why do you keep avoiding him?

I just told you.

It must be hard to see him again.

What?

Some people want to see their loved ones
right away, no matter the condition.

Others refuse to see the body,
unable to accept the sudden death.

But...

But both are expressions of deep love.

What is love?

Well?

Was it love when my stepfather r*ped me
almost every night when I was ten?

Or when I was sold to a brothel by a man
who said he always wanted to be with me?

That hag was right. I just wanted
his money, and he never loved me.

He never once called me by my name.

He only ever saw his dead first wife.

Hi, Nadia.

I miss you, my precious.

He was always talking
to her picture when we first met.

Like he'd go insane if he didn't.

So stupid.

He wasn't in his right mind anyway.

I love you.

I love you too.

You're on a different level
than the shabby Japanese rich.

Sorry, I spoke Japanese.

I hope this stupid geezer drops dead soon.

I was a living taxidermy animal.

I just pretended to be Nadia
to make him happy and get money.

Nice, huh?

Was that all?

What?

If that was all,
then why were you so agitated before?

You think you understand me?

You're just a corpse delivery person.

Shut up and do your job.

Do you...

have someone?

He threw you away?

I can tell.
You have the same feel to you as me.

You drove him away, didn't you?

And yet...

you still regret...

That's enough already.

It was just a joke.

Ms. Izawa was married, right?

Was it her husband who died abroad?

Wait...

I thought you said she was divorced.

Now then...

Huh?

Her first husband was a complete deadbeat.

They split after her second kid.

Two small children, yet she divorced him
and started working at a funeral parlor.

That's where I met her.

Afterwards, we started this company.

She met him around then.
He was too good of a man.

They were going to get married eventually.

But he went to Cuba for work
and died in a marine accident.

Three Japanese nationals died there.
We handled two of the bodies.

But they never found him.

That was eight years ago.

She must know that there's no hope...

of him being alive.

She must want to at least bring him home.

Even a small piece of him.

She always says she wants
families to be able to say their goodbyes.

Saying goodbye to the deceased

is the time when you accept their death.

But she hasn't been able to do that.

This must be a joke.

Why didn't you tell me
something that important before?

I'm sorry...

How will I explain to the kids?

I can't tell them that
their new father is an ex-con!

THANKS FOR EVERYTHING

Do you have someone?

You drove him away.

And yet, you still regret...

Lily, what did the police want?

Lily, where are you going?

Are you going shopping
right after your husband died? Lily.

Nadia.

I love you.

I love you too.

I love you so much.

You are my everything.

The autopsy revealed
internal bleeding in your husband's neck.

As though he had been strangled.

Did you do it?

Answer the question.

And did he die of that?

No?

He drowned.

He took an overdose of sleeping pills
with his dementia medication.

We've confirmed your alibi as well.

I see.

Too bad for you.

Why did you strangle your husband?

It was just a fight. Are we done here?

It's a very convenient accident isn't it,
him dying like that?

And you stand to get
a sizable insurance payout.

Insurance? He didn't have any insurance.

We know your husband had life insurance.

And you're the beneficiary.

I reported you to
the Moroccan police for m*rder.

You can forget about the insurance payout.

You have no place in our country anymore.

Lily, will you please let
Maha take care of the body?

What do you want?

I'm not involved in this anymore,
just talk to that hag.

You think I k*lled him
for the insurance too.

I requested one thing
from your husband's second wife.

Before he is flown to Morocco,

you may have time to say goodbye.

Enough!

Leave me alone!

I believe that the spirit of the deceased

returns to their body
just once after death.

Just once,
to say farewell to their family.

It's our job do our best
to give you that chance.

I'm not going along with you
just for your satisfaction.

The man I loved...

It's been eight years.

Eight years he's been gone.

He fell into the sea
in an accident abroad.

I...

I have something
to tell him when he returns.

But he's not returning.

Don't you have...

something you want to say?

Well?

You can still say your final piece to him.

Please? Think about it.

If you don't see him,

you'll regret it for sure.

Please.

Sorry, can you give us a minute?

- Let's do the other thing.
- Okay.

Thanks.

Go ahead.

Really?

Unbelievable.

Nadia.

Thank you.

You are not Nadia.

You are not Nadia.

Go away!

Go away!

You are not Nadia.

That b*tch is trying
to get his attention again.

By lying about being pregnant.

I want to go to Japan.

Nadia.

I want to go to Japan together once again.

Of all the places we traveled,
on our honeymoon,

we enjoyed Japan the most.

But...

I'm afraid of losing my memory.

So...

I feel like going there again.

Please, Nadia.

All right.

It'll be our second honeymoon.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you, Nadia.

Hey, what are you looking for?

Who the hell are you?

How come you're
putting on Nadia's necklace?

Get out of your clothes.
You need to change.

Don't touch me!

You are not Nadia.

Get out of here!

Here. I had it repaired.

What is it?

I have something to say to her.

Excuse me.

I spoke to a lawyer about the insurance.

No doubt about it,
you are Mr. Salim's beneficiary.

Also...

This is your husband's phone.

There's a video on it.

I'm sorry for...

what I did.

But...

I enjoyed...

taking this final vacation with you.

Thank you.

Lily.

He never...

Never once called me by name before.

Sorry, I need this back.

I'm a police investigator.

Yuri Toyama.

There's a warrant for your arrest
in regard to a 2017 fraud case.

- What?
- Quite the checkered past, huh?

Wait a moment.
Let her at least say goodbye.

- Get off.
- Just for a minute.

Please.

For even just a minute.

Come on.

We were both fools.

Thank you.

I'm glad for you.

Your work has improved.

I think it's due to what Ms. Izawa said.

No one knows better than she does

how important the last farewell is.

I want to bring them as close
to how they looked in life as possible

so they can say goodbye.

I think she talks so much to the deceased

because she believes they'll hear.

Just like how we want to say
our last goodbyes,

the deceased must have
final words for us as well.

I hope she likes the dress.

You're very pretty.

Let's show your parents.

I think she's happy.

Yeah.

Man... I really do love this job.

- Sorry.
- Go over there.

Dear Mother, before I started this job,

death didn't exist
in the same world that I lived in.

Dead bodies were frightening things.

But now I'm not afraid
of the deceased anymore.

However...

It was more metastasized
than we had thought.

We're out of options.

Cherish the time you have left with her.

Should I tell her?

I'll tell her.

However... I don't think

I can be sad when you die.

Mother.

Are you not going to acknowledge me

before you go?

THANKS FOR EVERYTHING

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION