01x01 - The First Case

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and the temperature is degrees Celsius.

Thanks for coming! It's great to see you!

Welcome back! You look well.

You do, too!

I'm glad you've arrived home safely.

It's a relief.

Thank you so much for your letters!

They really helped me.

- I didn't write anything special.- I'm serious!

They kept me going.

I always have them with me.

Dr. Mizuno?

Dr. Mizuno?

Excuse me.

Dr. Mizuno, Dr. Mizuno!

Excuse me.

Dr. Mizuno!

Dr. Mizuno!

Dr. Mizuno!

I need a plastic bag! Hurry!

Dr. Mizuno!

Dr. Mizuno!

Dr. Mizuno!

Dr. Mizuno!

The First Case

Looks like the work of the devil.

The victim is Takayuki Mizuno, . A surgeon.

This woman worked at the same hospital as him.

She returned from Syria today.

You must be in shock.

Shibata, take photos of the body.

To send to that weirdo again?

The sooner the better.

Ah, wait a second!

I'm Inspector Reimon from the Metropolitan Police.

- Please tell me...- Inspector Reimon.

The victim's wife has arrived at the police station.

I see.

Please come with me.

Akiko...

I'm so sorry.

If Dr. Mizuno hadn't come to meet me...

I'm so sorry...

Mrs. Mizuno, please come with me.

Sherlock!

What are you doing?

We need the autopsy done now.

Can't let a rookie forensic scientist mess it up.

We'd miss the evidence.

Did you look at the photos of the crime scene?

All useless sh*ts. A tourist would have done better.

Mind your manners.

The victim's wife is here.

You're the wife.

And you're the doctor.

Just back from volunteering in Syria today.

I need you to confirm the victim's identity.

I have some questions for you about your husband.

Can't that wait?

We can't afford to waste time.

Figure out anything?

A liquid b*mb exploded inside his body.

A liquid b*mb?

It's known as Devil's Foot. Highly expl*sive.

Even a tiny amount can be deadly.

This IC chip was used to detonate it remotely.

How could it have been planted in his body?

When did you last see your husband?

This morning.

He left early.

Did you notice anything unusual?

No, nothing.

You're in the medical field, too?

I'm a pharmacist.

Any children?

- No.- Can't have kids? Or don't want any?

How often do you have sex?

Do you ever look for sex elsewhere?

Are you OK?!

You should lie down.

- Do you have a blanket?- Tell me when she's ready.

Raise your feet.

Here.

Wait, please!

Wait!

Akiko just lost her husband.

Working for the police doesn't excuse such rudeness!

How could you ask her things like that?

Like what?

About not having kids...

What's wrong with that?

Besides, I'm not a police officer.

Sherlock is a consulting detective.

A specialist in criminal psychology.

She helps us solve difficult cases as a freelancer.

With my authority.

How did you know?

That I'm a doctor?

There's thread for suturing on your suitcase.

And Syria?

Your watch is six hours behind.

A hospital in Syria was bombed days ago.

The volunteer medical team just returned.

You were working with them, weren't you?

Additionally...

I can smell gunpowder on you.

A combination of RDX and aluminum.

Satisfied?

You're surprised, right?

Just from seeing a sore on my fingers

and a right thumb thicker than my left...

She could tell that my hobby is bowling.

If you remember anything, get in touch.

You can help us find the m*rder*r.

Reimon Kentarou

I'm Wato Tachibana.

Ah, looking for Sherlock?

Come on in.

Here for advice?

Um, yes.

People come to see her all the time.

The police gave me the address.

Are you her mother?

Me?

Ah, excuse me...

I rent this room to Sherlock.

I owe a lot to her parents, so I'm helping her out.

Is Sherlock her real name?

Of course not. She has a real name.

Then why is she called Sherlock?

She adopted the name after something happened.

Now everyone uses it.

You should ask her about it yourself.

This way.

- Watch your step. - Thank you.

Excuse me.

Is she out?

No.

She can't hear a thing when she's lost in thought.

I'm opening the door!

Sherlock!

Sherlock, you have a visitor!

What's with your clothes?

Been wearing them ever since college?

I like them.

All you care about is comfort. No fashion sense.

Sherlock! Manners, please.

Here. Wear this.

Don't tell me what to wear!

I can't think when my aesthetic sense is disturbed.

Hermes?!

Is this...

a bloodstain inside?

That? I used it to wrap a dismembered body.

A dismembered body?!

Forget about how I look.

I want you to tell me more about Dr. Mizuno's death.

Look at this.

He sent me letters.

They saved me when I was in an unfamiliar place.

Why did he have to die like that?

I want to...

You're not listening!

Sherlock?

What are you looking at?

A tablet with a microchip for health management.

It sends biological data to smartphone.

Wow! Amazing.

That would really help with diet management.

It could calculate calorie intake and so on.

They've found another body!

Same cause of death.

Make yourself at home.

Wait!

What?

May I go with you?

Are you after the truth? Or just curious?

I want the truth.

OK. Maybe I'll ask your opinion as a doctor.

Goodbye!

No entry! No entry!

Hold it! Stop! Stop!

Hold it!

- Hey! You can't go there!- It's OK.

She has permission.

What?

She's a doctor. No harm in having her look.

Excuse me.

The victim is Ryuichi Kurimoto. Age .

His stomach exploded. Same as Mizuno.

Shibata, fill them in.

No apparent link to Mizuno.

According to witnesses,

he was mumbling about the devil.

Personal belongings?

A wallet with a driver's license.

Keys.

And a cellphone.

Don't touch those without gloves!

He was a former drug addict.

How do you know?

You get a tag after each month of rehabilitation.

Nice work.

Stop that!

Any cuts in his mouth?

You studied forensic medicine in school, right?

Me?

Nothing out of the ordinary.

The victims didn't know they were swallowing bombs.

Motive?

I smell something.

- Of decay? - No, it's sweet...

The stuff used to create mist on stage. That smell.

Was Kurimoto a stage actor?

Give me your black light.

What's that?

A club re-entry stamp.

My favorite sales rep!

I don't need a water purifier.

No time for jokes. I can't stand this place.

It's not like you to bring a friend.

She's not my friend.

Ryuichi Kurimoto. Know him?

What's it to you?

Do you know him?

"Curiosity k*lled the cat," right?

Don't go sniffing around.

You'll end up like the cat.

Why exactly is this place called "the medicine box"?

You're one persistent sales rep.

Kurimoto was m*rder*d. Tell me about him.

He was a junkie.

Had to try all the new dr*gs.

He was here last night, right?

- Yeah.- What time?

- Around one.- Was he with anyone?

He came alone, but...

he met up with another guy.

A DJ called Kuuya.

What's he like?

That guy's a loser.

Not just a user. A pusher, too.

A pusher?

He sells dr*gs.

His customers are wealthy doctors and so on.

What did you learn?

Kuuya sold Kurimoto the tablet b*mb as a drug.

Kurimoto took it, and it k*lled him.

So Kuuya is the m*rder*r?

But why k*ll Dr. Mizuno?

A stressed-out doctor will sometimes use dr*gs.

Are you saying Dr. Mizuno was a drug user?

I need to consider every possibility.

That's crazy!

Dr. Mizuno would never use dr*gs!

Are you suffering from chest pain?

You keep touching your chest.

Is something wrong?

It's nothing to worry about.

I'm OK.

My husband used to talk about you.

About your compassion toward those around you.

He said he was sure you'd make a great doctor.

Actually...

I've decided not to be a doctor.

Why?

At first, I planned to work in Tokyo for a bit.

And then work at my father's hospital in Sapporo.

However, the earthquake changed all that.

I wanted to make a difference.

So I joined a volunteer medical team.

But...

In the end, there was nothing I could do.

Patients needed me.

But I panicked and couldn't provide proper care.

People stared at me. I knew I couldn't be a doctor.

That must have been difficult.

Let me know if I can do anything to help.

I'm sorry. What am I doing?

You're the one who's suffering.

And I'm just talking about myself.

I'm sorry.

What are you going to do?

I don't know.

My parents didn't want me to join the medical team.

I can't go home now.

Ah, somebody dropped this.

You dropped your hair tie.

Here, let me help you.

Tie this.

And then...through here.

All finished.

- Thank you.- You're welcome.

Oh, excuse me.

"Come right away."

Hello. I'm...

My older brother.

He works for the Cabinet Intelligence Office.

Smart. Colleagues can't stand him.

Look who's talking.

Here we have a jobless, homeless, has-been.

Such a pleasant introduction!

Yes.

Let's go. You only have minutes.

Poldhu is a promising startup.

There's plans for a UK-style hospital cloud service.

Let me do the talking. No jumping the g*n, OK?

Hey!

Sorry to keep you waiting.

This way, please.

Thank you for your help the other day.

Your work for Japan's aging population...

I read about your digital tablet online.

Did you get enough support through crowdfunding?

A lot of people have committed funds.

What do you offer supporters?

Top supporters can get four samples of the product.

Do you have a list of top donors?

- That's rather abrupt... - Show me the list.

May I ask why?

Your product was tampered with and used as a w*apon.

You can't be serious.

Science is often exploited for unsavory purposes.

Sarin gas was first developed as a pesticide, right?

Thank you for waiting.

Here you are.

"Top donor list"

"Kuuya Kirisaki."

Kuuya, the DJ?!

He received four samples.

He's the m*rder*r after all.

First Dr. Mizuno.

Then Kurimoto. Two tablets left!

If we don't stop him, there'll be another victim!

What are you doing?

Mind your own business.

What?

I got new information related to our investigation.

I'm listening.

A woman called.

Her boyfriend was hallucinating and ran off.

Kuuya Kirisaki. Age .

Kuuya?

What is it?

I have to go to his place now!

Understood.

Rina Nishikawa?

Sherlock, shoes!

Hey!

Your shoes!

This is someone's house.

Excuse me.

Kuuya was in rehab.

Is that true?

- Yes, until recently.- Where?

- In Shinagawa.- Really?

Contact them.

Ask about anything unusual lately.

- Understood. Shibata, make the call.- OK.

Was he acting strangely?

- What do you mean?- Checking his messages a lot?

Yes.

He checked the tablet, went pale, and ran out.

"-year-old k*lled by junkie"

years ago, Yohei Makishima k*lled a -year-old girl.

He'd just been released from the same rehab center.

How's that related to our investigation?

Sherlock, they got a complaint months ago.

A complaint?

Hey, your shoes! Shoes!

Wear your...

Officers, head now to Kita-Shinagawa.

How are the killings and the rehab center connected?

If the man who k*lled the girl years ago is back in rehab...

Makishima is the next target? But why...?

I'll announce today's theme.

Our theme today is "desire."

You can say whatever comes to mind.

I was an alcoholic.

Drinking day after day.

I had to drink.

Or I became violent.

My son was always crying.

Every single day was the same.

Yohei Makishima...die!

It hurts!

Please...

Makishima...

Just die!

Let go!

Let go!

The devil will k*ll me!

The devil will k*ll me!

He's not the k*ller?

He unknowingly took the b*mb pill.

He's acting on orders.

Careful, there's a b*mb inside him!

Seriously? Now you tell us!

I'll be k*lled!

The devil will k*ll me!

We need an ambulance and b*mb disposal.

Here.

"Addicts make the same mistakes."

"In rehab, addicts just comfort each other."

That's terrible. Rehab programs do great work.

What?

The Mizunos don't have children, right?

That's right.

Dr. Mizuno wanted one, but said Akiko didn't.

It's funny. She's great with kids.

I saw her fix a girl's hair like a pro.

Remote control.Drug addict.

years ago, a -year-old was m*rder*d.

Complaint. letters.

That's it.

Inspector!

Makishima k*lled a little girl. Look up her parents.

Shibata!

Come in.

I wasn't expecting you.

Did you catch the k*ller?

The k*ller is...you.

What are you talking about?

years ago, a -year-old was m*rder*d near here.

The k*ller was a drug addict."-year-old k*lled by junkie"

His name was Yohei Makishima.

He'd been released from rehab months prior.

The little girl's name was Airi Omura.

She was the daughter of a single mother...you.

Airi!

Airi! Airi! Run away!

Airi! Airi!

What are you doing?

I'm looking at the toys.

Airi! Airi!

- Do you like them?- Yes!

Airi! Airi!

Airi! Airi!

Airi! Airi!

Stay with me!

Airi! Airi!

You quit your job, moved to Tokyo, met Dr. Mizuno, and got married.

But that all changed one day.

After you read about Makishima's release.

I'm looking for a job. Know anything?

Kuuya, how's the DJ job?

You decided to make another addict k*ll Makishima.

You believed it was the only thing right for your beloved daughter.

You gave funds in Kuuya's name to get the tablets.

And then you modified them into bombs.

But Dr. Mizuno discovered the huge flow of money.

What's this all about?

What are you using it for?

Akiko...What's going on?!

Answer me!

You were trapped.

So you gave him a pill. Told him he'd feel better.

And you set off the b*mb.

Dr. Mizuno...

He really loved you, Akiko.

Kurimoto didn't cooperate. You k*lled him.

But Kuuya became your w*apon.

Let go!

The devil will k*ll me!

Anything you'd like to add?

Where's your proof?

A complaint sent to the rehab center!

So?

See these special stamps from years ago?

form a single image.

The letters from Dr. Mizuno, please!

Dr. Mizuno used stamps to write to her.

And you used the very last one!

Your fingerprints will be on the stamp.

The police confirmed that you invested in Poldhu.

He was vermin.

Had to be k*lled.

So you used the devil's foot?

You're the devil here!

And you're playing God with lives?

OK...

So who was going to k*ll him?!

All the talk about rehabilitation.

But what about the victims?!

Airi...

I can't get Airi back!

Are you OK?

Do you need some water?

She doesn't have chest pain. She's just touching the pendant.

She's always touching it above her clothing.

What's that?

Mourning jewelry.

It has her daughter's hair.

It's an old European custom. Mourners wear them.

She had such beautiful hair.

Airi...

She loved having me style it for her.

I was good at it, too.

So sweet.

So adorable.

She meant everything to me.

But then...

I'm sure Airi loved seeing you happy.

She wouldn't want to see this hatred and vengeance.

You're right.

I'm tired of living like this.

Stop her!

Akiko!

Akiko!

Akiko!

Tell me! Who's behind this?

Tell me!

Who's behind this?

Tell me!

Tell me!

No arrest, but thanks to you, no more murders!

You did it.

It's not over.

She couldn't do it alone. There's someone else.

I'll see what I can do.

I'm sorry she got you involved in all of this.

It's fine.

What are you going to do? No home. No job.

I'll think about it when I get back to my hotel.

Sherlock!

- What?- Are you OK?

About what?

Hey.

Why do they call you "Sherlock"?

Tell me.

I want to know.

I have an idea. Why don't you move in with her?

What are you saying?!

I'd feel better knowing you're living with a friend.

- She's not my friend.- Inspector Reimon!

Fire at a hotel. We have to go.

OK. Which hotel?

Hotel New Kamata.

Hotel New Kamata?!

That's where I'm staying...

Nothing's left. Nobody's allowed in.

What?

Nothing left...

Well, that settles it.

By the way, what's your name?

Wato Tachibana.

Wato means "peaceful city."

Wato-san, please take care of Sherlock.

Go.

Suit yourself.

But I'll make sure you regret this.

SherlockYuko Takeuchi

Wato Tachibana (Wato-san)Shihori Kanjiya