01x10 - Clean Sheets Symbolize Pure Hearts

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Did I look like Mommy?

Yeah, you were perfect.

You're amazing, Tamako!

A veritable tanuki genius!

Yay!

I'm sure your great-grandma's

smiling down on you, too.

Episode 10

Clean Sheets Symbolize Pure Hearts

Feel free to avail yourself of this service.

We offer our beloved guests

our heartfelt hospitality and our

brightest smiles, every single day.

Welcome to the Gingarou Hotel.

Heartfelt, huh?

Indeed!

I look forward to today, then.

Do you have a reservation?

No, I don't.

Understood. Would you like

a room for the night?

Yes, just for tonight.

I'd prefer a room with a large bed.

We have rooms with double beds

available for you.

Yes, that sounds good.

Please fill out this registration card, then.

Right. I have two more requests

to make, if that's all right.

Say "secrete"!

Me too!

Make me look good!

That'll do for pics.

You all look great.

I happen to be pretty shy.

I'd like to dine in my own room.

Mr. Slurpity Slurp, is it?

Certainly. We'll bring your meals

up to your room.

Great.

Also, should anyone ask

if I'm staying here

Could you keep it under wraps?

Our guests' privacy is of

the utmost importance to us.

Please rest assured.

Here is your room key.

Oh, I'll take my bag myself.

That's a lovely vase.

But objects like these,

with hearts and souls poured into them,

tend to attract unsavory elements, too

Sir—

Your dinner is here.

Excellent. Would you leave it there?

Did you bring it for me?

Yep! I'm a manager-in-training intern!

Yeah? Thank you, dear.

Good girls deserve candy.

Here.

Mister!

Thank you!

Thank you kindly!

And you mean "sir," not "mister."

A very good night to you.

Fuguri Ponzan

Warped

It's all getting warped.

Sir, it's past your check-out time.

Sir?

I'm opening the door.

Excuse me.

What's this smell?

Sir

He He's dead!

Huh?!

What's going on?!

The CCTV footage indicates that you were

the last person to enter this room, Ponko.

Wait, no! I didn't k*ll him!

He's dead!

So stinky!

Look, Mommy, he's dead!

Get away from here, Tamako!

So, how exactly did you k*ll him?

It wasn't me, I swear.

Sure, I did think he was a bit creepy,

but I wouldn't k*ll someone for that.

I'm scanning your breathing and heart rate

to check for lies in your statement.

You're innocent.

You really thought it was me, huh?

But if it wasn't you

The culprit must've entered through the

window, m*rder*d the guest somehow,

and fled through the window again.

But the exterior face is equipped

with animal sensors, which means

it can't have been an organic life form.

You mean one of the robot

employees is the m*rder*r?

The culprit is you!

No way, Cooky

Huh? You served him a stew darkened

by black carrots as white stew?

That certainly is dark.

But there are no signs that

the guest touched his food.

Not guilty.

Then the culprit is you!

Flycatchy, tell me it's not true.

You let a mosquito escape?!

A London Underground mosquito.

I don't see any blood

So not guilty.

I guess you can't fit through

the window with that body anyway.

Oh, I was the one who opened the window, too.

We have a cold case.

It's said that any hotel that ends up being

the scene of a m*rder quickly loses guests.

We'll cover this up.

What?!

We have a new guest.

We offer our beloved guests our heartfelt

hospitality and our brightest smiles!

Welcome to the Gingarou Hotel.

I'd like to stay until tomorrow morning.

Back from the dead!

No, still dead.

What're you talking about?

Our shifts tomorrow.

Whatever.

The long space journey wore me out.

I want a room with a double bed.

We're terribly sorry, but we only have

single-bed rooms available at the moment.

But a double just opened up!

I'll take that one, then.

Here. A cursed room,

recommended by Tamako truly.

Cursed?

We can show you to a single at once!

Nope. I want a double.

Please sign this, then.

Tell me something.

Do you recognize this man?

Hey, it's you!

That's you, yes?

What are you talking about?

We're nothing alike!

O-Our apologies.

This man, Sneakity Sneak,

is the worst serial b*mber psycho

t*rror1st b*stard in space history!

Serial b*mber psycho

t*rror1st b*stard, you say?

Yeah. He's caused countless

deaths on planets all over.

If you know anything, spit it out.

Are you a b*mber b*stard, too?

No. Let me introduce myself.

I'm a cosmic detective.

Even you hicks should be

able to understand that.

Mr. Squirtity Squirt

We're terribly sorry, but we don't

know of any Mr. Sneakity Sneak.

We'll let you know when your room

is cleaned and ready,

so please take a seat.

Nah, I don't care if you're still cleaning.

Sir, you mustn't!

Ugh, the stench won't go away!

I've crossed light centuries hunting for him.

Countless times, I've had him

almost within my grasp,

but he always wriggles out

from between my fingers.

Oh, Tamako, your shoelaces have come untied.

Huh?

My shoes don't have laces.

Okay, lift your arm.

Let's get rid of that stench.

I couldn't tell you why Lady Luck

always takes his side.

But wherever he goes, he sways people

into aiding and abetting him.

Oh, now it's my laces.

Your shoes don't have laces either.

But mark my words: his luck

favors him and him alone.

Everyone else he drags into his schemes

inevitably meets a gruesome end.

Now it's your laces, sir!

Hello?

What? This room?!

Clean Sheets Symbolize Pure Hearts

Something reeks.

If it bothers you, we'd be happy

to arrange another room.

Nah, I like it.

Hey, it's Mommy!

Shh!

You have a twin, mister?

I'm an only child.

But you two look so alike!

Who do you mean?

Sir.

It's time for your afternoon tea.

Didn't ask for it.

I'll continue my investigation.

It's complimentary.

The sugar content might help you

investigate with a sharper mind.

Please, come along.

I hope you liked it.

It tasted okay.

This cake plate adds

to the experience, though.

That's a creation by

modern ceramist Fuguri Ponzan.

I happen to possess a fairly discerning eye.

One look is all I need

to tell good work from bad.

To tell truth from lies.

Hey, Daddy!

Are you helping out like a good girl?

Yep! I carried something earlier

that was this big!

Attagirl. Where's Mommy?

Mommy is

Didn't ask for it.

I'll continue my investigation.

It's complimentary.

What are you doing, Mommy?

Giving our guest a bath.

in the bath with the candy man.

What?

Huh? The candy man?

Yep!

Looks like this.

Where is he right now?!

Ponko!

Oh, Yachiyo.

Let's hide him somewhere for now.

Right.

He's coming this way.

Is he gone?

Yes. But he seems to have

caught on to something.

We have to hide the body

where it simply can't be found.

There's a good hiding place, apparently.

Not quite.

Next.

Yes, this is a food safety issue.

Next!

Can't see the face, at least.

Next!

Movie

The Lingering White Shadow

Now Showing

Can you blame me?

There was no other way.

You know that.

Eek! Scary!

Is this gonna work?

It should be fine.

Right?

What's this?

What used to be called

"a movie" on this planet.

We show them so that our guests can gain

a better understanding of Earth culture.

This one, however, is a dud.

I see.

Hey, mister.

What? You're in the way.

Gimme candy!

You've got the candy face,

so I know you have them!

Stop that!

I've got some in my bag,

so you can have one after the movie.

Boo.

You got me, Inspector.

But it's too late now.

My hands are already stained with blood.

It's not too late. You can make amends.

Wash your hands nice and good!

What's that?

Legs?

Why wouldn't you wash your hands?!

Cast

Inspector Washington

\h\hUnar Medini

Tulete Phorher

\h\hSilky Silkerton

Movies are great.

What the heck?!

Let me go!

You mustn't! You'll destroy

the hotel's reputation!

Nobody'll find out!

Let me just dump this already!

That's not the problem here!

Today isn't burnable garbage day.

I'm sick and tired. Let's turn ourselves in.

I want to be clear of this mess.

We can't run from it!

Don't run away from running away.

We must keep running until the bitter end!

I'd sworn to never run away again,

but here I was, running away

from running away again.

Right now, who runs wins!

We'll be Winderellas!

I wanna win!

And win we shall.

Say, Yachiyo. How much trouble

are we in if we lose?

Japanese law says abandonment of a corpse

is punishable by up to three years' jail time.

Three years Three years, huh?

How many years has it been since we met?

It's been 527 years, 75 days, and six hours.

That makes three years

not sound like very long.

True.

Let's be together forever, okay, Yachiyo?

Of course.

Hey! What's with that arm?!

Hold it!

Eek!

It's a m*rder!

No! I didn't hit him, okay?

So you were hiding him after all.

Your game's up.

W-We're not hiding anything. Right, Yachiyo?

Where is he?!

I'm right here!

It's me, Ponko's cucked husband!

You came to help me, Ponstin?

It's okay. We can start over.

With what?

You lot don't understand how dangerous he is.

He has tiny, candy-shaped bombs

that can destroy entire planets!

Don't move!

But

You're all

You

Heh.

My cosmic detective instincts

were on point.

I did it I k*lled him

It seems the blunt force trauma

wasn't the direct cause of death.

What now, Yachiyo?

We'll cover this up.

Grandma.

I've made the greatest bowl ever.