01x06 - Who k*lled the Parent Bird?

[bunniefuu]

Stay.

Go ahead.

Where did Micchan go?

I should have eaten
as many omelets as I could.

Is that... for me?

Is that true, Dali?

Yes.

There's a diorama
of Origon Village in the attic.

The Ichijou family
is monitoring the village.

Us included.

Migi, it's too risky
to stay here any longer.

We should return to base
and reconsider our next...

Dali, can you leave the rest to me?

No, Migi! We must act as one.

Together we can find out who k*lled Mom
by grabbing them by the gut!

It's possible that I can earn their trust.

But how?

That, I cannot tell.

There, there.

Mommy, I'm a little baby
with no thoughts, head empty.

Pwease tell me more about dis house.

Tell me, tell me!
I wanna know about everyone.

I'll tell you something.

Babies do not speak that way.

We call this lousy acting.

Damn it!

By being a perfect baby,
that woman's guard should have lowered

and I would have had her by the gut.

Lousy acting?

That means I fell short of
being a convincing baby.

If so...

I'll become a real baby,
or my name isn't King of Impersonations!

That is not food.

You're meant to pile them up like so.

Understood?

Excellent, we're getting somewhere!

More...

Even more...

I will master the art of the baby.

My act will advance

to the next level...

A person's character
is revealed by their actions.

A liar will try to flee.

They can't help but act restless.

TRUTH AND LIES

The most telling signs are

away from the face.

Really? You can tell
what Migi thinks from his face.

What's that sound?

The mother and Migi
should be the only ones home.

Is Migi in danger?!

Migi?!

Is he all right?!

Over here. Let go of the crib.

That's it.

Don't worry,
you'll get it right this time.

Awright, let's do dis.

That's it.

-A widdle more...
-Come forward. Forward.

A widdle, widdle moar.

Migi... are you serious?

Mom-mom!

Da... li...?!

Is something wrong?

Focush, Migi.

Bwe in character!

Good, keep going.

Listen here, Dali.
You can laugh all you want!

Behold... my...

You're standing!

...acting!

Oh dear!

You poor thing.

Your head must have been
too heavy to keep yourself balanced.

What a good boy you are
to hold back your tears.

You're a part of the Ichijou family now.

Way to go, Migi.

You wormed your way into
their ranks without losing yourself.

Next...

We'll grab them by the gut.

Starting today,
Hitori will be joining us at the table.

-What's your age?
-Five.

Yay, I have a little brother.

Teach him well, Eiji, Karen.

Yes, Mother.

Okay.

Now, let us have dinner as a family.

Yes, Mother.

Let the experiment begin.

Say, Mother. Why is the spoon round?

To scoop your soup with.

Why does everyone have the same plate?

He's in his "why" phase.

Giving him proper answers
will inspire his intellectual curiosity.

Don't you think it's beautiful
when everything matches?

Why is my hair color
different from everyone?

Why? Aren't we family?

Well... That's because...

You're not old enough.

When you turn ten,
your hair changes color.

-Really?
-Yes, really.

It seems he won't
waver telling lies like this.

You're the oldest, so how come your name
isn't Eiichi, with ichi for first?

Great question, Migi.

Why? Tell me.

I want him to always strive to be first,
hence Eiji, with ji meaning second.

I hold great pride
in my name, Eiji Ichijou.

He reacted!

That means he actually
wanted to be named Eiichi.

You'll wet your bed if you drink too much.

I will not!

Say, do you wet the bed sometimes?

I'm 13. I'm too old for that.

Wow, really?

Does he, big sister?

Of course not. We're so proud of him.

Is that true, Mother?

Indeed. Eiji's sheets
are always as white as snow.

I have never wet the bed
for as long as I've lived.

This is... the truth the Ichijous
have been keeping secret?!

What's so funny?

Is that really how a five-year-old smiles?

Or is that the smile of Hitori Sonoyama
scheming behind our backs?

This is bad! Migi's face is an open book!

You're so funny.

Are we having a staring contest?

Eiji... this child...

Is undoubtedly five years old.

This concludes your re-education program.

You may go home tomorrow.

I have informed the Sonoyamas.

I requested that they pick you up
early in the morning.

You will stay the night as it's late.

No need to be modest.
We are fellow neighbors.

Migi...

Dali...

We're out of options.

Damn it!

Just when we were close
to exposing their insides.

Migi? Are you listening, Migi?

Hey, Migi!

WELL DONE, MY BELOVED MIGI AND DALI

If Mom would doodle something now,
what would she say?

You brainless, idiotic stupidheads?

-No, she wouldn't.
-Huh?

Dali?

Dali?

Mom...

She'd say "Don't give up."

Dali...

There has to be something
we can still do tonight.

Yeah...

-Let's recap what we know.
-Okay.

Our mom was a housekeeper here.

There's a model of the village
in the attic.

They are watching the village.

The mother carries out
this re-education program

when the father isn't around.

Eiji wets the bed sometimes. The end.

Eiji's the culprit.

Don't say that because he pees himself.

It's clearly the mother
who carries an air of suspicion.

The father is no air freshener himself.

Looks like we need something
more concrete to reach a conclusion.

Mom, dear Mom.

The culprit is either the father
or mother. Who is it?

We're not playing Kokkuri-san
or an Ouija board here.

That's it!

When did the door open?

How will he react?
This will be our litmus paper.

His response will determine
if he's guilty or not.

Time for a test that
goes bump in the night.

I've missed you so much, Metry...

Where have you been? I looked everywhere...

Metry, are you injured?

Metry!

Metry!

I never knew Mom's name was Metry.

More importantly, the father is innocent.

Had he been the k*ller,
he would have thought you were her ghost.

Instead of being scared,
he embraced you emotionally.

Perhaps Mom was
the Ichijou patriarch's mistress.

Mistress... Wouldn't that mean...?

He's our dad?!

Now's not the time for this.

If the father is innocent, then that
automatically makes the culprit...

Metry... is it you?

So, you've finally come to
take it from me.

She ran.

Did you hear that ear-splitting scream?

Yeah. That's not
how you react to the living.

No doubt about it now.

Mom's k*ller is...

Run!

Hey, Dali... Can you defeat
a ghost with scissors?

No... She's poised to hunt down a person.

Does that make her innocent, too?

What are you doing, Reiko?

Hello, dear...

Have you seen Metry?

Put those scissors down first.

-Why?
-Because you must.

Calm down, Reiko. Metry isn't here.

-Why? Is it because you're hiding her?
-Enough, let go...

Put those scissors away, okay?

Metry!

What do you think?

Are we being burgled?

I'll go and have a look.

Oh, that's no good.
Mother told us not to leave this room.

Aren't you concerned about her?

Hurry, Migi. We have to go back.

But...

Beast!

Eiji?! Drat!

Why is he here?

Is this the end of the line?

Ghost...

No, it couldn't be...

Who would've thought that Eiji...

Was the culprit.

Brother? What's wrong?

Welcome home, Hitori!

I'm home. Mom, Dad.

You won't believe how much
we looked forward to today.

Mommy was this close to
sneaking into the Ichijou house.

Dear, you were poring over a book
on ninja arts night after night.

Me too.

I was waiting for the opportunity
to infiltrate them from the air.

Life in the Ichijou house
has taken its toll.

Hitori.

Tell us whenever
something is troubling you.

That's right. It's like how meals
taste better when there's company.

A family shares all sorts of dishes
called feelings with each other.

Joy, sadness, pain and warmth.

Warmth...

Dali!

Hitori.

I feel cold all of a sudden.

Goodness gracious!

You must be tired from staying
in an unfamiliar home.

A bite of cherry pie will perk you up.

Say, ahh.

That darn Migi. Now's
not the time to be playing house...

This was uncalled for...

Cherries have anti-ageing properties
that keep you younger.

Polyphenols!

Why, Eiji. You aren't eating.

Is my cooking not to your liking?

Not at all...