04x02 - The Day Is a Dream, The Night Is Real

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It has begun. We angels. We, the many

wingless fallen angels who are desecrated,

are about to be k*lled off one by one,

k*lled off by the true angels in heaven.

The pure sanctified messengers of the Almighty.

How foolish of you. If the executioner were an angel,

then they would have no trouble k*lling

us if they chose to do so.

They need only play their trumpets. They would have

no reason to resort to physical means.

This is a serial m*rder meant to look like an angel's bidding.

And it will be carried out by someone here.

The angels of death shall bring true

devastation upon the performers of this theatre.

Signed V. Is that not foolish in itself?

What could be the reason any of

us have for k*lling one another?

What good would it do any of us

to k*ll our own kind like that?

What say you to this? Our leader. Speak, leader. Speak, leader. Leader.

The punishment given to us? Is this

what we fallen angels deserve just for adoring humanity?

Angels have been sent from the heavens

and they have only one aim.

They've been sent to purge us. These angels are called gifted.

Gifted. Oh, hey, what do..

They mean by gift? Just watch. It'll make sense.

Angels choose to become human. Is he, love?

Hey, can I ask something? The people

here in the audience are paying good

money to watch this play, aren't they?

Why doesn't anyone get upset at being forced

to sit through a show with such an obvious ending? Hey, stop!

He's the m*rder*r, isn't he? You can

tell in the first five minutes of this play.

Knock it off right this minute. The humans

are. Why the supremacy of angels?

Why is everyone watching this play without

complaining about the dialogue? It really upsets me.

Just don't get why. There's something everyone else gets.

There's something everyone else gets. And I

just don't. I don't get it.

I'm scared. It's like the world is filled with monsters.

Monsters that only I don't understand.

I'm all alone. Living in a world of monsters.

Thank you. There will now be a minute intermission.

The second act will resume at .

Please be in your seats at . Come.

Huh? Come along with me and I'll

give you the answer that you're looking for.

Did your parents ever say anything to you

about the special talents you possess?

Special talents. I only wish I had some talent.

Then it wouldn't be so hard for me to find work.

You're wrong. You happen to be in possession

of a very special talent. Huh?

You were right. Earlier, I used to carry a sword on my waist.

I was known as the Master of Swords.

Even within the very ranks of our country's government.

My sword was to bring peace to

the nation. Or so I sincerely believed.

That's why I k*lled. But assassination was far too easy.

I only became fearful when I noticed

that I was waiting a little too eagerly for my next assassination.

I could no longer tell whether I was murdering for my country,

or simply for the moment of the k*ll.

That's when I decided I would never wield a sword again.

No one else has ever learned about my past occupation.

No one else even had a clue. Except for you.

Within the first five minutes. You guessed

which character in the play is the m*rder*r.

I suspect you're the only one who could have discovered

the answer as quickly as you did.

I wouldn't have known either if I hadn't read the script. Huh?

Have you ever had a feeling all

the people around you are complete fools compared to yourself?

That they're all a bunch of idiots

walking around without a single clue in life?

All the time. And listen to me carefully and remember this.

You are special, and all the other

people in the world are fools compared to you.

And that includes me as well.

The reason you feel alone in this world

is because you have a special talent

that others only dream of. Special how?

It's a type of ability that needs to be controlled.

For years, you pretended your own talent did not exist.

And for years, I mindlessly wielded a

sword in pursuit of blood. Understand?

Am I the only one who's got this special talent?

And if so, how is that even possible?

I mean, of all the people in this city,

I'm the only one who's special.

The truth is I'm waiting. It's because you're gifted.

That's what it comes down to.

Huh? You have talents because you're gifted, and that makes you special.

Are you being serious? Your special ability

is one that allows you to determine

the truth at a single glance. I want you to know there are

numerous people with special gifts in this world.

It's because of your special ability that the people

around you at times appear like monsters to you.

That will stop once you learn how

to get your ability under control.

I'll teach you everything you need to know

to do that with the help of a certain individual.

You'll become able to produce your special ability on command.

Interesting. Here. I don't need glasses. These are special.

These glasses were handed down to me by a nobleman from Kyoto.

When you put them on, your ability

will be activated and the truth of any

situation will come to you instantly.

And when you take these glasses off,

you will no longer be bothered by the foolishness of others.

From now on, these are yours. If you ask me, they just look

like a really cheap pair of ordinary glasses.

Correct. I was forced to buy them at a trinket shop.

But I don't see a difference wearing them.

Now use those glasses to control your special ability.

Control. My special ability? Yes. Cut open

the truth with your special ability.

And banish evil from the darkness in which it lurks. Gifted detective.

From this moment on, you are the world's greatest detective.

Greatest detective? Hasn't everything become clear to you? Now,

the world is no longer terrifying to you at all.

No one seems like a monster to you anymore.

Instead, they simply seem far more foolish than you are.

Really? From now on. You no longer

feel like anyone bears ill will toward you.

They're just a bunch of stupid idiots,

mere children who don't know how to

see the world like you do.

Mere children. You mean everyone around me

is just a stupid idiot? That's right.

Just ignorant. So they actually don't know anything at all?

Yes. That's right. But then, Ron Paul Edogawa,

the glasses have already accepted you as their master.

All that's left is for you to open your mind to the world.

Open my mind to the world. You

mean this creepy world we're living in?

At that time. All that suffering I went through wasn't

because there's something wrong with me,

but instead it was because there was

something wrong with all the people around

me. Is that what that means?

They are all nothing more than clueless

children with a helpless newborn baby have

the knowledge to despise someone. He's right.

No one ever really despised me at all. It was all in my head.

Wait. Oh, I see now you're all just a bunch of babies.

The world isn't really a creepy place at all.

You're all just stupid little idiots who don't know any better.

And it's my new job to protect all of you from now on.

Come with me, Rambo. Hold on. There's

something I have to do first.

Why don't you head on back to your seat?

We still might be able to stop

the m*rder before it happens. What?

The m*rder*r will follow through with their

thr*at and commit the att*ck in the second act.

We just have to take advantage of that fact.

What are you going on about? I already

see the whole thing playing out.

The enemies, goals, their plans, everything they're going to try.

So what I want from you is to keep

an eye on the audience while I work the case outside.

I can do that. But promise me that you'll be careful.

Don't worry about me. After all, you said it yourself.

I'm the world's greatest detective. And I am on a mission

to protect all of the world's idiots.

Ina monogatari no Sachi Kumi dance.

The.

I can see the.

To you, my Two-Story. You.

Thank you. Suki. Ketsumatsu. Yo! It's sanitaire.

See this man.

I now love.

Want you to soothe your.

Damn! She out!

The one kind of smile. He that is.

You gotta go through.

Forgive us, haloed angel of w*r, or show

yourself here in the human realm. I do not fear you, nor do

I fear the death you bring.

If you must cast judgment first, Pierce

my chest. I know what you want.

You want me to watch as my friends

smite one another with the foulest common to humanity?

Isn't that what you're after? But I

shall expose you and your sins.

So real.. It doesn't happen like that.. In the script.

See.

Real blood. Call an ambulance. Inform the police

what happened and lock the theatre down immediately. What's going on?

Is he dead? But where's the w*apon? No w*apon.

This can't be a m*rder by an angel. That's impossible.

He's actually dead. It's a real m*rder.

Stay in your seats. If any of you attempt to flee,

you could become a suspect for m*rder.

So what I want from you is to keep

an eye on the audience while I work the case outside.

So the one who tries to flee is the m*rder*r.

That's where his rompo disappeared to.

Captain, a member of the audience has disappeared. What? Pardon me.

Hello, sir. I didn't know you were

here. Thank you for your service.

I overheard that someone fled from the audience. Yes.

I'm sure that we handled the lockdown

of the theater according to official procedure,

but it seems someone's vanished, right?

What's their description? And which seat were

they in? We were seated.. In the front row, wearing a light

brown suit and a fedora hat,

a dignified looking middle aged man.

And someone mentioned that they noticed him holding a wooden cane. Oh.

It's the man I saw. Did anyone

notice the time that the man left his seat?

We have confirmation that he was there

when the performance began, but that's all.

I'm going to search the entire building.

Wait. Let us help you. This is my fault. I instigated this

rumpus. Just a boy. He doesn't know how to protect himself.

He may be a brilliant detective, even at this level,

but if the m*rder*r att*cks him in

a frenzy, he doesn't stand a chance.

He can't activate his ability on his own.

I need to become his shield and fend

off evil so he's safe to engage his powers of reasoning.

A detective must be armed.

Mr. Fukuzawa.

Sorry, but please make it quick.

I have a message for you from that boy Rambo. What is it?

Rambo said there were two murderers. He said

you would know exactly what that means.

The fact is, this crime involves two completely different acts.

You could think of it like a sea bream and a shrimp.

You could be satisfied with the shrimp,

which is much easier to catch than a sea bream.

After all, shrimp is pretty tasty. But if

you want to catch sea bream.

Well, then you're going to have to use

the tasty shrimp you just caught as bait.

That's so convoluted. Do you know where Rompo is right now?

No clue. I suppose he could be anywhere in the building. Hmm.

Why talk to me when Murakami's already been m*rder*d?

Because Rompo told me the truth about

the special abilities you unlocked within him.

Tell me, sir, who is that kid anyway?

I have no doubt that the boy may be an excellent detective,

but is he really gifted the way he says he is?

Are his powers all that unique and special?

Why do you want to know? He told

me he's the only one who sees the whole picture.

He told me I'm going to solve the whole thing.

So get your butt to a seat. Just like that.

Yes. Oh! Oh. What? I am the

deus ex machina in this play. And I'm here to solve the case

at the very end of the second act.

I'll make it simpler for all your little brains.

I'm gifted and a brilliant detective.

Anyway, let's get to the part where it's all solved.

I was listening when all of you were murmuring about the m*rder.

It seems a lot of you suspect

that the angel really did k*ll off our leading man.

Just so you know. Angels do exist.

It's you. You, the audience, are in fact, the angels.

This m*rder and this play are deeply connected with each other.

What this play is all about is a turning of the tides.

The tables turn between the angels and humans.

And the executioners are the ones ex*cuted.

There's an empty seat right there.

What? The municipal police think that the gentleman

who vanished from that seat is the culprit.

However, this story is about a reversal.

The power dynamic shifts, and the victim

and the attacker swap seats with each other.

So the man who left his seat wasn't the attacker.

He was actually the victim. And the

victim has been here all along. But not in the empty seat.

It's the turning of the tide.

What?

And thus the attacker has become the victim.

Now. Police officers, it's your turn. Relax.

He's just unconscious. You don't have to

be in such a hurry because.

Here's the real elephant in the room.

Who is that man from the empty seat?

And what reason did someone have to abduct him?

Who should we ask? If we knew who the attacker was,

we could obviously ask him, but that's not going to help us.

There was never a m*rder to begin with.

It's time to show yourself fallen one. Emerge if you dare.

What?

When did you realize my plan?

From the beginning. When I first met you in the green room,

you looked pale to me, and you

couldn't stop chugging down a ton of water.

That was because you had just had quite a lot of blood drawn.

You had to use your own fresh

blood to throw off the security police,

the municipal police and the forensic experts

to hide your own pulse. You use

that silicone rubber stuff you use for plays.

You needed the playwright's cooperation to pull off this trick.

Otherwise, someone was bound to catch on. The playwright's your accomplice, right?

That's right. The playwright and I planned it together.

We did an imagine a gift. It would be

in the audience. Especially not a detective.

Not just any detective. The best detective.

I'm just. Just an actor on a stage.

I become something that I am not

and build a life on stage that doesn't exist in reality.

All to carry out my job as an artist.

Of exposing what humanity truly is to an audience.

There's something unavoidable when you're trying to dramatize

a way of life, and that's death.

My ultimate task was to play a real death.

To me, it means reaching the pinnacle for an actor,

something no actor before has ever achieved.

I am the first ever actor to play death this realistically.

My goal was to treat this audience

here to something they've never seen before.

I have zero regrets. This is how I've chosen to live my life.

Yeah. I think you're amazing. Not many

actors could have done what you just did.

But there's more to it. Take a good

look at your audience. Look at their faces.

Every single person here in this theater

today has two things in common.

One is that they all came here specifically to see your play,

and the second is that they feel

they've witnessed a person's actual death up close.

I'm not really sure, but does forcing

an audience to express so much terror

really count as you finally reaching the pinnacle of the acting profession?

I see I was doing all this

not for the audience, but for myself.

Rompo. These glasses are awesome. Thanks for giving them to me.

Yeah, well, about those glasses. With these glasses,

combined with all my special abilities, I'm

going to be unstoppable as a detective.

Thank you. Sirs. Exemplary work. Ever since I saw you today.

Security policeman, I was convinced right away

that you would solve the case eventually.

However, I never would have thought that you'd

have such a secret w*apon by your side.

Yeah, well, about that. It would be a real

thrill to me and the rest of the municipal

police to have you explain the resolution

of the case down at our station.

Sure, but could you ride it on my work permit?

It's all thanks to my special abilities.

Without them, we never would have solved

the case by our stupid selves.

You mean you're gifted? Just like they talked about in the play.

Amazing. Our young detective is gifted.

You bet your baby brain I'm the best gifted crime solver ever.

Detective Rampo Edogawa, at your service.

Just hold on a second. I'll come

down to the station shortly and handle the police debriefing myself. Mitamura

Rampo is exhausted from his gifted detective work.

Huh? What are you talking about? I'm fine.

The will you solve this case was

through simple detection of the truth through observation and deduction.

You never used any gifted special ability.

That's obviously bogus. You're the one who went

on about how I was gifted in the first place.

I'm taking it back. Right? Come on.

Do you seriously think I could have

instantly seen through the case if I wasn't gifted?

I don't think it could have been possible.

If the police are sucking up to me,

I know I must be gifted for real.

The ability to solve crimes so thoroughly

in an instant is a godly power

that can thr*aten the jobs of policemen everywhere. Sir.

Hey, when we ride in the police car, can we put the siren on?

It seems like you still have a lot of cleaning up to do here.

So I'll see you at the police station later.

All right. Fine. I'm going to discuss

the cleanup tasks with the manager.

I'll see you at the station. Mitamura took care of Rampo.

Understood, sir. Let's go.

Oh. Mr. Fukuzawa,

I will see you later for sure. Yes, yes yes, yes.

He called me Mr..

Do you have a moment? Of course. Sir.

May I ask you something? Who was the man that was tied up and

unconscious from the empty seat? Oh.

If I can believe what I was told,

then that gentleman was the other aim of this project.

You were told by who? I planned

this project with the playwright Kurahashi.

But I realized that he seemed to have

his own ideas about how this endeavor would play out.

I was told that gentleman in the suit rarely appears in public.

Apparently, capturing him was one of the project's objectives.

Mr. Fukuzawa, sir. Excuse me. Has the victim

been here the whole time? What's wrong?

The playwright has been found. He's been m*rder*d

in his own home. What? When? Oh, no.

There doesn't seem to be any sign of a struggle at the scene.

He was impaled from behind by his own locked room.

Just like the play he wrote.

Huh? A m*rder in a locked room.

There's much more to this than meets the eye.

Hey, officer, are we there yet? Very soon, sir. They.