Gourmet Detective Goro Akechi (2020) s01e03 Episode Script
Episode 3
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"Taberipo"
"Lowest-ranked"
"Dishes taste worse"
It's crazy.
"Expensive, taste awful"
"Bad atmosphere.
Don't recommend it."
"The soup tastes like sewage
I expected good meat."
"Service didn't improve.
Cheap but awful"
"Not many choices,
only provides pasta."
"Quality of everything is low.
I'd rather cook myself."
"Disappointing.
Not satisfied at all."
This is crazy.
This is crazy.
"Taberipo"
People of this city
All of them
This is crazy!
Roasted lobster costs 1,300 yen.
Beef fillet with foie gras
costs 1,500 yen?
Does it make any profit? It's crazy!
Anyway, Ichigo,
the Teito Hotel double murder's
murderer wasn't arrested, right?
The cyanide used to kill
wasn't found at her home,
and she had an alibi.
And the person likely to be pulling
the strings behind the scenes is
- Maria. Yes, Maria!
- Maria. Yes, Maria!
- Maria Magdalena!
- Maria Magdalena!
Boom!
Her name was
on the hotel's guests list.
She also sent Mr Akechi a postcard
by airmail.
This Maria, whom Mr Akechi
is so obsessed with, is probably
his ex-girlfriend.
What? Is she?
That's why you've never been
in a relationship.
Mr Akechi can't get over her.
Actually,
I've called Mr Akechi here,
why don't you try to find out
how he feels?
I said a new French restaurant
has opened,
and he left to come here at once.
At once? You
So, I'll have a cup of spice latté
and go home.
What?
Boom!
You want me to have French food
while standing?
Well, restaurants like this
are popular in Tokyo.
You can't taste it
if you eat while standing.
However, everyone is absorbed
in taking photos instead of eating.
But having foie gras and a glass
of red wine during the day?
If people enjoy it like that,
it isn't impossible.
- But it's not suitable for a date.
- A date?
Gosh, you think this is a date?
Come on, stop it!
Did you think I invited you?
You're already drunk?
That doesn't matter!
Anyway, who is Maria to you?
I'm sorry.
Well, maybe eating French cuisine
in casual clothes
and making loud noises
is something you do in Tokyo.
Today, let's make a toast
to the crazy gourmet heaven
that is Tokyo.
"Maison Verité"
There you go, sir.
It's marinated seafood.
Chef.
The man at the table at the back
wearing glasses
should be Gourmet Daimyo.
Gourmet Daimyo?
A famous reviewer of Taberipo.
I see
French restaurants are opening
nearby and we have fewer customers,
so let's give it our all.
There you go, sir.
It is Tournedos Rossini
made with veal fillet.
Please enjoy.
Oh, I'm stuffed!
Thank you. Please come again!
- Go away!
- Yes.
Dear me.
"Mary Magdalene"
How are you, Mr Detective?
Someday, in Paris,
I want to have a good croissant
and café au lait with you.
"To: Mr Goro Akechi"
Your café au lait and croissant,
Madame.
Thank you.
Will you go shopping at
Boulevard de Grenelle later?
No, I'm going to the Louvre today.
Have a nice day.
Thank you.
"Maison Verité"
"Gourmet Daimyo"
"I went to Maison Verité"
It's ordinary
classic French cuisine, so to speak.
The taste and plating are mediocre.
Well, old school.
I'd rather go to the stand-up
French place in the opposite side
and have their 1,500 yen
Tournedos Rossini.
No revisits.
I won't go there again!
Chef.
Two customers cancelled
their bookings tomorrow night.
I see.
"Ichigo Deli"
No way!
Meccha French?
- This way, please.
- Okay.
Thank you.
Not there?
- Going in.
- Okay.
Ichigou Kobayashi!
- Are you okay?
- Yes, I am.
Thank goodness.
I thought you ate too much
and passed out.
I don't eat that much!
And I've repeated many times,
it's Ichigo, without a "u"!
Anyway, I didn't realise
that there was a French restaurant.
I'd been there once, years ago.
Coming through.
He has acute alcohol poisoning
during the day?
That man
What? You know him?
Don't cases happen
too often around you?
I don't know him.
I just saw him coming out
the restaurant the other day.
A detective never forgets
a face he has seen.
If Mr Akechi draws someone's death
near them,
that's because
she smiled at someone again.
We haven't met in a while.
I've been reborn into a new person,
and I've come to see you again.
I want to be you.
People all over the world know you,
but nobody knows who you are
and where you came from.
Tell me.
Who are you?
And who
am I?
If you were to be killed tomorrow,
what would be
the last thing you eat?
"Episode 3"
Suffocated at a restaurant
in Jingumae?
You don't have to send me
Mr Katono!
I've bought coffee.
It's right in front of me.
You're late.
He's here!
Mr Akechi! There you go.
That's mine!
The patient sent to hospital
is in his 30s to 40s,
looks like an office worker
in a grey suit－
Not a patient now.
He's already dead.
Is it murder?
It's just an accident.
A mochi stuck in his throat
and he died.
Is there a French restaurant
that serves mochi?
French
Didn't you see the tricolour flag?
Oh, right!
They serve mochi
in tricolour cuisine lately too.
Takahashi,
check if it's a possible murder,
and we'll have Turkish food
using our budget.
Excuse me.
What is he talking about?
See you.
I'm Ito, the chef and manager here.
He is the waiter, Nonaka.
Hello.
So, the late Yasushi Iwamoto,
an office worker.
What time did he come here?
It was when lunchtime
was nearly over,
so it was around 2:00 pm.
What did he order?
Just our usual lunch set.
Lunch set?
Déje－ What?
This 3,500 yen one?
Yes.
Wow, 3,500
It's expensive for lunch!
Please tell us what happened
during the accident.
The customer looked like
he was starving.
He wolfed down the food
right after it was served.
Yes, he did.
Then the bread got stuck
in his throat.
I hurried to help him
drink some water
Bread
Is it the so-called baguette?
It's just the usual
pain de campagne.
Oh, I see! The usual
boom-boom-boom, right?
What the heck is that?
I'll go and ask Mr Akechi.
Mr Akechi!
What is pain de campagne?
Pain de campagne?
It's a round French country bread
like this.
Right, Mr Akechi?
You're here?
I went to the loo.
Oh, it's quick to check
with my smartphone.
- Okay, Kurukku.
- Kurukku.
Images of pain de campagne.
Pain de campagne is
- Look!
- This.
I'm here to ask Mr Akechi.
And I know that too.
Mr Akechi, you like it too?
The same one
was stuck on the kitchen
of the French restaurant.
Takahashi.
Did the man die
because he had pain de campagne
stuck in his throat?
I think so.
Any witnesses?
The waiter,
and a lady who delivered
vegetables there.
I see.
If you miss me,
come anytime you want.
Yes!
See you again!
It isn't a murder,
it's an accident, right?
No. Pain de campagne
is usually served in slices.
Getting it stuck in the throat
and dying
is harder than dying by hitting
one's head on a piece of tofu.
You were at the crime scene
by chance?
Yes.
The restaurant's staff tried hard
to help him drink water,
but the customer
had already passed out.
Mr Katono!
I have asked Mr Akechi.
What did he say?
He told me to go and see him again.
I've got the witness's statement.
So, it doesn't seem to be
a murder, right?
Do a background check on the victim.
He paid 3,500 yen for lunch!
"Maison Verité"
Ah! Mr Akechi,
you're browsing Taberipo!
Oh, what a surprise!
This is pretty curious.
Couples from around the world
check websites like these
to choose where they go on dates?
Ichigou Kobayashi,
are you free tonight?
That That's too sudden!
Your outfit is too casual.
Okay, let's buy you
a change of clothes now.
Gosh, you're so forceful!
Are you smoking again?
Don't.
It'll dull your sense of taste.
It's fine,
no customer will come anyway.
You should be patient now.
The French cuisine you make
is the best in Tokyo.
That's right.
Maybe he will come
as a customer soon.
- He?
- Yes.
He will surely come to pursue me.
Maybe with his cute assistant too.
No need to worry.
Just do what I tell you to.
Run your restaurant as usual.
But
There were witnesses,
the police can't do anything.
Moreover, in Japan,
more than 4,000 people a year
suffocate
from having food
stuck in the throat.
The man was only one of them.
A mean, ugly snake
looked down on you at a place
where the whole world can see.
That's why I, someone anonymous,
got rid of the snake for you.
The one who killed him was me.
No, you're only my hand and foot.
I'm the one who killed the snake.
Chef.
Are you free?
- What's the matter?
- Well
We have two walk-in customers.
I knew it was for the case.
I'm embarrassed that
I had my hopes up for a second.
What? Hope?
What did I expect?
Idiot
You aren't feeling well?
I'm all right now.
That's okay, then.
What does the chef recommend?
It's the dinner course made with
selected seasonal ingredients, sir.
- Expensive!
- Good. We'll have that.
For wine, we'll have
Chablis premier cru.
- Two glasses, please.
- The wine's expensive too!
Certainly, sir.
Ichigou Kobayashi.
Stop saying expensive, expensive.
It's embarrassing.
Oh, it's okay!
We're the only customers here.
Chef.
They ordered the seasonal dinner.
They're a lovely couple.
Is this an anniversary?
This is our homemade
pain de campagne.
Please enjoy it with
the Echiré butter from France.
They are served in slices.
Whoa, but it's starting
to make me scared
when I think about the fact that
someone died after eating this here.
Wow, the aroma of rye stands out.
It's the aroma of happiness.
Autumn root-vegetable terrine,
served with mustard whipped cream.
Disc abalone and turnip consommé.
Japanese salmon mi cuit, sir.
Please enjoy it
with the lily bulb purée.
It's so good!
All the dishes are simple
but have lots of flavour.
This is our restaurant's
signature dish since we opened,
Tournedos Rossini
made with veal fillet.
It looks
not that different from what I had
at the stand-up French restaurant.
Ichigou Kobayashi.
You can make so many
delicious bentos.
A good chef like you should be able
to taste the difference.
A 1,500-yen Tournedos Rossini
you eat while standing up,
and this one here
should taste different.
Good chef?
All right, let's dig in!
It's booming good!
What an unrefined compliment.
Rossini is crying in the shadow
of the bush.
I rarely say booming－
Now, I'll try it too.
Not bad.
Oh, no.
There is one more candidate
for my last supper.
Thanks for dinner.
Will you ask the chef to come?
Yes.
Promise me two things.
Yes?
One.
Do not interrupt no matter what
during our conversation.
- Okay.
- Two.
Keep a poker face
even when you're surprised.
I'll try.
Is there any problem, sir?
Wow, I'm surprised that I could
have classic French cuisine
with such solid sauces in Tokyo.
Did you start from making the fond?
Yes.
I was trained in a Paris restaurant
and I made it
with the original recipe.
I didn't arrange it to the likings
of Japanese people.
You must've been trained
at an old established restaurant.
No, it was a small bistro in Paris,
which didn't even get a star.
Oh, that's interesting. Where is it?
Right next to the Louvre Museum.
It was Louvre
Is that why there's a Mona Lisa
postcard in your kitchen?
How do you know?
Any attachment to Mona Lisa?
That's something given to me
by a lady I care about.
A lady you care about.
"13 years ago, Paris"
- Thank you.
- Thanks.
I'm surprised.
I came here by chance, I had no idea
the chef was Japanese.
I'm still a trainee.
You will go to Louvre now?
I'm so jealous.
I haven't been there yet.
You're making an effort
during your training.
I wish I could have
such good French cuisine in Tokyo.
Mona Lisa?
I thought I'd at least
give you a postcard
to thank you for the delicious dish.
The dish that has foie gras
on top of the steak
Tournedos Rossini?
It's our signature dish.
I'm going to open a restaurant
in Tokyo
that serves genuine French cuisine.
I'll invite you
to be my first customer.
I'm so happy!
That's a promise.
I'm looking forward
to the day I have Tournedos Rossini
in Tokyo.
Yes.
That's why I didn't want to
change its taste at all.
I see.
The taste is your pride as a chef.
Yes.
Your meeting with the Japanese lady
was what gave you your belief.
It's reasonable to say so.
So, for example
if someone says something bad
about this dish,
what would you do?
I'll kill them.
I can understand.
For example
By pushing my homemade bread
into his mouth
I'm sorry
- I'm so sorry!
- Miss?
- Are you hurt anywhere?
- No.
I'm so sorry.
- I'll clean it up now.
- I'm so sorry!
- May I take this?
- I'm sorry.
Maybe I needed
"Three. Don't drop the glass."
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Oh, that's right, Mr Akechi,
about the Rossini just now.
Is Rossini someone's name?
Don't bother!
I'll look it up myself.
Okay, Kurukku. Rossini.
Rossini is
Wow, he's a composer
but also a gourmand?
- Ichigou Kobayashi.
- Yes.
Ask the smartphone that knows
everything about the case's truth.
But ask it the truth of the case?
Okay, Kurukku.
Maison Verite, Rossini.
Kurukku.
Opening Taberipo.
Got it!
There's a pretty hard marker.
Oh, indeed. One star.
His name is Gourmet Daimyo.
So lame.
It's the man who suffocated
at the restaurant.
What? How do you know?
He hasn't updated in these two days,
but before that,
he wrote something every day.
That's all?
Everyone writes anonymously
on restaurant review sites
You don't know who the person is.
That's exactly why he was killed.
To the murderer,
this guy is a demon without a name.
They take photos of dishes
without permission,
write like the gourmands
on the telly,
and rate with stars like Michelin.
And they stay anonymous.
Oh, no. What a world.
Don't you think, Ichigou Kobayashi?
No, Chef Kobayashi.
If your food is slammed by someone
on the Internet
and the restaurant you risked
everything on is going to close,
can you forgive the person?
Wait
Mr Akechi, do you side
with the murderer?
- Do I seem to?
- But you
That's right!
That person, Maria,
she is a murderer too.
But somehow you're like that.
What is "that"?
Like she is someone special to you.
What's your point?
Is this Maria
your ex-girlfriend or something?
Such poor imagination.
But no surprise, coming from you.
- I wasn't the one who said that!
- Whatever.
When I read
this Gourmet Daimyo's review
You changed the topic.
He scribbles only critical things
about every restaurant.
"Not worth its cost."
"Cold service."
"The soup is lukewarm."
"Tastes bland."
"Too salty."
"The meat is too tough."
"The bread is stale."
The angry chef
set a trap
for this foolish gourmand.
In a way that only a chef can do.
To reveal who Gourmet Daimyo,
an unknown person, actually is.
But how?
You'll know at once if you compare
his photos with the others.
You can't tell?
It's the plate.
Only the plate in Gourmet Daimyo's
photos has patterns on the edge!
This is all we can find out
on the review site.
It seems that from now on,
I have to do the work myself.
I wonder what murder recipe
she gave the sinful chef.
Let's do an autopsy
before he's cremated!
No, I can't. The body has been
returned to his family.
But who eats a 3,500-yen
lunch set during the day?
That reason isn't enough
to take any action!
Sir!
Mr Katono told me to look it up,
so I had to.
I found in the late Iwamoto's review
that he always ordered one dish
at expensive restaurants.
- 3,500 yen!
- So what?
3,500 yen!
Indeed, why did he order set lunch
on that day alone?
It's unnatural.
If we can do an autopsy,
we might find some clue!
Well, Katono,
if you think it was murder,
bring me some solid evidence!
Go away.
No, no, no!
Dull cases like this will turn cold!
I think better of you now,
Mr Katono.
So I have to give you this.
My Mr Akechi.
He looks like a different man!
Hello,
I'm Saburo Akechi,
and I'm a gourmet writer.
"Saburo Akechi"
I'd like to ask about the incident
at Maison Verite.
Every day,
I deliver vegetables
to Maison Verite at 2:00 p.m. sharp.
When I entered the restaurant
as usual
- Hang in there!
- Sir!
What's wrong?
Bread is stuck in his throat.
Drink some water first.
Drink water!
Did the chef
let him drink the water?
Yes.
Oh, that's right.
The man was struggling vigorously,
his hand hit the chef,
and the glass and water flew away.
And it broke.
Oh?
Did it break?
It must've been broken.
It was a wine glass, right?
Yeah.
Oh, that's right.
He shouted at me at that time.
- Who?
- The chef.
I wanted to help
- I'll do it.
- Don't touch him!
It's okay, I'll do it.
I see.
Would you like a bento?
Ichigou.
What? Mr Akechi?
Why do you dress like this?
Just a little disguise.
Anyway, you dropped the glass
and broke it at the restaurant
Oh, I'm sorry about that!
Thank you.
My suspicion became certain
because of that.
- I got you a costume too.
- Me? Why?
I want you to sneak in somewhere.
What? Now?
I haven't sold all my bentos,
so no. No way.
I have no other choice then.
We have very delicious
handmade bentos.
Mademoiselle, would you like one?
So, are you ready?
"Ichigou Kobayashi"
Everything is ready.
Why do I have to do this every time?
I'm from Organic Vegetables Vitamin.
I'm here to deliver vegetables!
Yes.
Oh?
You aren't the usual employee?
Oh, I'm a new part-time worker.
They're busy at the shop.
Oh, are they? Thank you.
Put the vegetables
They told me where to put them.
I'll do it.
Thank you, then.
I'll look for the wine glass now.
Look for a plastic one, okay?
Okay, fine.
There they are.
They all look the same.
They're all made of glass.
I can't see any plastic wine glass.
Is it in the rubbish dump?
Is plastic combustible
or incombustible?
It's combustible in Shibuya City.
Wait, Mr Akechi,
you want me to pick
through the rubbish?
What do you want me to buy you now?
Food processor!
He gets on my nerves!
Although it's for a food processor,
this is a proper crime.
What?
Wait for me!
Wait for me, rubbish truck!
Wait for me, combustible waste!
You're kidding me!
Oh, gosh!
You called?
Momoko!
I'll go very fast, so hold on tight!
Okay!
Neutral!
- What's this queue?
- Your two bentos.
Thank you.
I give up. I had no idea that
business would be so prosperous.
Sorry, we have
only one bento left.
It's always so quiet
in front of your food truck though.
I'm totally mad.
You made a young lady do this!
Okay, let's begin.
See you.
Find a plastic wine glass
from the rubbish.
- I need to prepare
- Fragments will do.
You have to buy me a food processor!
No. No
I knew he wouldn't be sloppy
and throw it away at his restaurant.
I did it for nothing.
Anyway, how can a plastic wine glass
be evidence?
A detective should look
for a weapon like a pistol or
What's this?
Oh, it's the wine glass
I broke yesterday.
It's in the bag.
Glass is incombustible.
They shouldn't have.
Wait! What are you doing?
It's dangerous,
you'll hurt your hand!
If the cops ignore small cases
that turn cold daily,
a private detective
does the opposite.
Mr Akechi, your hand is bleeding.
However small it is,
we find the fragments of possibility
and pick them up.
We take the case out from darkness
and expose it to light.
See?
I've found it.
Disguised as transparent glass
a lying fragment.
Here you are, Harajuku's maestro.
What are you here for so late?
I've brought one of my best wines
to thank you
for the Tournedos Rossini.
It's quite interesting.
"Monna Lisa"
Monna Lisa Piemonte.
An Italian wine.
Does a French chef
hate Italian wine?
What do you want?
I'm not the police.
I'm just a gourmand whose heart
was captivated by your food.
Now, let's make a toast
to Mona Lisa.
Please have this.
Oh? You aren't surprised.
That's strange.
Every time I do this,
people would be surprised and ask me
why the wine didn't spill.
I've seen it on the telly.
It's used for magic shows.
Wow, how do you know?
This is very well-made, isn't it?
The glass is made
with a double layer of thin plastic,
and the liquid is put
in the space between.
That's why it seems like a glass
of wine if I hold it like this
and doesn't spill
if I tip it upside-down.
I see.
That's how it's made?
Actually, there are some
that have water inside.
That's right. It's easier
to understand if you see this.
I just found something great.
Now, have a good look at it.
There are two layers.
Last night, my clumsy girlfriend
dropped the wine glass
and broke it, right?
It was made of glass, so you should
sort it as incombustible waste.
This was a plastic glass.
So don't put them together
when you throw the rubbish.
On Taberipo,
Gourmet Daimyo
criticised your restaurant,
so you tried to kill him.
To identify Gourmet Daimyo,
you served his dish with a plate
different from the others.
When the photo was uploaded,
you sent a direct message
to his personal page
"I am Maison Verite's chef, Ito"
and invited him to lunch
as an apology
for dishes he didn't like.
For free, of course.
Reviewers on Taberipo
rate restaurants
based on value for the money,
and they're stingy.
If they could eat for free,
they'd come wagging their tails.
I am very sorry you didn't like
the food served at our restaurant.
It's unusual that a restaurant
would treat me to set lunch.
I now think
just a tiny bit better of you.
Thank you.
At that time,
did you send the waiter
to buy cigarettes?
Right after you sent the waiter
to buy something,
you served him pain de campagne.
In a way that one wouldn't imagine
how a French chef serves bread.
Excuse me, sir.
What is this? The napkin is big.
What? Huh?
What's going on?
Sir,
it's our homemade pain de campagne.
His last lunch, instead of supper,
was strangely,
like Jesus' disciples,
a piece of bread.
What a performance.
Performance?
Yes.
People don't normally kill
with such awkward methods.
No, first of all,
people don't normally kill someone
for trivial matters like that.
But there's one woman who kills
for trivial matters like that.
And I know her.
She came up with all the scenarios.
She
used your intent to kill.
To Maria, killing people
doesn't need a reason or a motive.
She just wants to kill people.
That's all.
Ms Maria,
people in this city
are all crazy.
Because of the darn site,
where amateurs who can't appreciate
food scribble
my restaurant has become a bad,
lowest ranked French restaurant.
I can't pay next month's rent
and the waiter's salary either.
Well
we have to punish
the troublesome glutton.
You'll be okay if you do as I say.
That guy was someone
who is okay to die.
In this city,
people who are okay to die
are as many as the stars.
In the past
when your restaurant just opened
I had dined there once.
At that time,
I thought the chef made dishes
with fortitude, and I was impressed.
Yeah, I remember you.
I remember that you had duck poele.
A first-rate chef doesn't forget
a customer and the dish he ordered?
It makes me frustrated.
Why does a chef as great as you
give in to some stupid hostility?
If it's you
you would've been able
to fight against this city.
If only you hadn't met Maria.
Why do you know her?
I was
the one who created her.
Created her?
Yes.
No, it's just a guess,
but after you met her,
an unknown self was created
in your mind, right?
I understand very well.
Because it's what happened to me.
It's my last cigarette.
Well, it's a good opportunity
to quit smoking.
I can't smoke in prison.
I think you got the wrong idea.
I didn't tell the police
about our meeting here.
Why?
Even if the police thinks
you're suspicious,
a wine glass fragment
is insufficient as evidence,
and you won't be found guilty.
You win.
No.
Maria wins.
And I'm sorry,
but I'm not interested
in your future,
and I don't care what you'll become.
I only want to reach where she is.
That's all.
What should I do to see her?
- What will you do if you see her?
- Stop her.
Stop her, and?
Maybe there aren't many people
in the world
who can really love her.
I'm Maria's servant.
Unlike you.
Someday,
I want to have wine with him
at a restaurant in this city.
But not now.
After I kill more and more people
he will be totally disappointed
in this world,
and I can finally become his Mary.
But I'm not the Holy Mother.
I'm the sinful, dirty woman.
My name is
Mary Magdalene.
You're here?
I just got a bit worried.
That's right.
This bottle of wine
I've opened it.
Will you drink it with me?
Sorry, but I'll be driving.
All right. Just a formality then.
Sometimes he looks like
he's in pain
when I look at his profile.
Like in his heart, he's always
fighting something
No.
He's fighting himself.
To the crazy gourmet heaven, Tokyo.
Cheers.
"Ichigo"
"Monna Lisa"
Cheers.
The gourmet detective solves
a kitchen harassment and murder.
The victim was his classmate.
It was the first time
I'd tried a mother's cooking.
Not bad.
- Chef, teach her how to cook.
- Certainly.
The Maria Family
kidnapped his assistant.
Stop!
I failed as a detective.
"Taberipo"
"Lowest-ranked"
"Dishes taste worse"
It's crazy.
"Expensive, taste awful"
"Bad atmosphere.
Don't recommend it."
"The soup tastes like sewage
I expected good meat."
"Service didn't improve.
Cheap but awful"
"Not many choices,
only provides pasta."
"Quality of everything is low.
I'd rather cook myself."
"Disappointing.
Not satisfied at all."
This is crazy.
This is crazy.
"Taberipo"
People of this city
All of them
This is crazy!
Roasted lobster costs 1,300 yen.
Beef fillet with foie gras
costs 1,500 yen?
Does it make any profit? It's crazy!
Anyway, Ichigo,
the Teito Hotel double murder's
murderer wasn't arrested, right?
The cyanide used to kill
wasn't found at her home,
and she had an alibi.
And the person likely to be pulling
the strings behind the scenes is
- Maria. Yes, Maria!
- Maria. Yes, Maria!
- Maria Magdalena!
- Maria Magdalena!
Boom!
Her name was
on the hotel's guests list.
She also sent Mr Akechi a postcard
by airmail.
This Maria, whom Mr Akechi
is so obsessed with, is probably
his ex-girlfriend.
What? Is she?
That's why you've never been
in a relationship.
Mr Akechi can't get over her.
Actually,
I've called Mr Akechi here,
why don't you try to find out
how he feels?
I said a new French restaurant
has opened,
and he left to come here at once.
At once? You
So, I'll have a cup of spice latté
and go home.
What?
Boom!
You want me to have French food
while standing?
Well, restaurants like this
are popular in Tokyo.
You can't taste it
if you eat while standing.
However, everyone is absorbed
in taking photos instead of eating.
But having foie gras and a glass
of red wine during the day?
If people enjoy it like that,
it isn't impossible.
- But it's not suitable for a date.
- A date?
Gosh, you think this is a date?
Come on, stop it!
Did you think I invited you?
You're already drunk?
That doesn't matter!
Anyway, who is Maria to you?
I'm sorry.
Well, maybe eating French cuisine
in casual clothes
and making loud noises
is something you do in Tokyo.
Today, let's make a toast
to the crazy gourmet heaven
that is Tokyo.
"Maison Verité"
There you go, sir.
It's marinated seafood.
Chef.
The man at the table at the back
wearing glasses
should be Gourmet Daimyo.
Gourmet Daimyo?
A famous reviewer of Taberipo.
I see
French restaurants are opening
nearby and we have fewer customers,
so let's give it our all.
There you go, sir.
It is Tournedos Rossini
made with veal fillet.
Please enjoy.
Oh, I'm stuffed!
Thank you. Please come again!
- Go away!
- Yes.
Dear me.
"Mary Magdalene"
How are you, Mr Detective?
Someday, in Paris,
I want to have a good croissant
and café au lait with you.
"To: Mr Goro Akechi"
Your café au lait and croissant,
Madame.
Thank you.
Will you go shopping at
Boulevard de Grenelle later?
No, I'm going to the Louvre today.
Have a nice day.
Thank you.
"Maison Verité"
"Gourmet Daimyo"
"I went to Maison Verité"
It's ordinary
classic French cuisine, so to speak.
The taste and plating are mediocre.
Well, old school.
I'd rather go to the stand-up
French place in the opposite side
and have their 1,500 yen
Tournedos Rossini.
No revisits.
I won't go there again!
Chef.
Two customers cancelled
their bookings tomorrow night.
I see.
"Ichigo Deli"
No way!
Meccha French?
- This way, please.
- Okay.
Thank you.
Not there?
- Going in.
- Okay.
Ichigou Kobayashi!
- Are you okay?
- Yes, I am.
Thank goodness.
I thought you ate too much
and passed out.
I don't eat that much!
And I've repeated many times,
it's Ichigo, without a "u"!
Anyway, I didn't realise
that there was a French restaurant.
I'd been there once, years ago.
Coming through.
He has acute alcohol poisoning
during the day?
That man
What? You know him?
Don't cases happen
too often around you?
I don't know him.
I just saw him coming out
the restaurant the other day.
A detective never forgets
a face he has seen.
If Mr Akechi draws someone's death
near them,
that's because
she smiled at someone again.
We haven't met in a while.
I've been reborn into a new person,
and I've come to see you again.
I want to be you.
People all over the world know you,
but nobody knows who you are
and where you came from.
Tell me.
Who are you?
And who
am I?
If you were to be killed tomorrow,
what would be
the last thing you eat?
"Episode 3"
Suffocated at a restaurant
in Jingumae?
You don't have to send me
Mr Katono!
I've bought coffee.
It's right in front of me.
You're late.
He's here!
Mr Akechi! There you go.
That's mine!
The patient sent to hospital
is in his 30s to 40s,
looks like an office worker
in a grey suit－
Not a patient now.
He's already dead.
Is it murder?
It's just an accident.
A mochi stuck in his throat
and he died.
Is there a French restaurant
that serves mochi?
French
Didn't you see the tricolour flag?
Oh, right!
They serve mochi
in tricolour cuisine lately too.
Takahashi,
check if it's a possible murder,
and we'll have Turkish food
using our budget.
Excuse me.
What is he talking about?
See you.
I'm Ito, the chef and manager here.
He is the waiter, Nonaka.
Hello.
So, the late Yasushi Iwamoto,
an office worker.
What time did he come here?
It was when lunchtime
was nearly over,
so it was around 2:00 pm.
What did he order?
Just our usual lunch set.
Lunch set?
Déje－ What?
This 3,500 yen one?
Yes.
Wow, 3,500
It's expensive for lunch!
Please tell us what happened
during the accident.
The customer looked like
he was starving.
He wolfed down the food
right after it was served.
Yes, he did.
Then the bread got stuck
in his throat.
I hurried to help him
drink some water
Bread
Is it the so-called baguette?
It's just the usual
pain de campagne.
Oh, I see! The usual
boom-boom-boom, right?
What the heck is that?
I'll go and ask Mr Akechi.
Mr Akechi!
What is pain de campagne?
Pain de campagne?
It's a round French country bread
like this.
Right, Mr Akechi?
You're here?
I went to the loo.
Oh, it's quick to check
with my smartphone.
- Okay, Kurukku.
- Kurukku.
Images of pain de campagne.
Pain de campagne is
- Look!
- This.
I'm here to ask Mr Akechi.
And I know that too.
Mr Akechi, you like it too?
The same one
was stuck on the kitchen
of the French restaurant.
Takahashi.
Did the man die
because he had pain de campagne
stuck in his throat?
I think so.
Any witnesses?
The waiter,
and a lady who delivered
vegetables there.
I see.
If you miss me,
come anytime you want.
Yes!
See you again!
It isn't a murder,
it's an accident, right?
No. Pain de campagne
is usually served in slices.
Getting it stuck in the throat
and dying
is harder than dying by hitting
one's head on a piece of tofu.
You were at the crime scene
by chance?
Yes.
The restaurant's staff tried hard
to help him drink water,
but the customer
had already passed out.
Mr Katono!
I have asked Mr Akechi.
What did he say?
He told me to go and see him again.
I've got the witness's statement.
So, it doesn't seem to be
a murder, right?
Do a background check on the victim.
He paid 3,500 yen for lunch!
"Maison Verité"
Ah! Mr Akechi,
you're browsing Taberipo!
Oh, what a surprise!
This is pretty curious.
Couples from around the world
check websites like these
to choose where they go on dates?
Ichigou Kobayashi,
are you free tonight?
That That's too sudden!
Your outfit is too casual.
Okay, let's buy you
a change of clothes now.
Gosh, you're so forceful!
Are you smoking again?
Don't.
It'll dull your sense of taste.
It's fine,
no customer will come anyway.
You should be patient now.
The French cuisine you make
is the best in Tokyo.
That's right.
Maybe he will come
as a customer soon.
- He?
- Yes.
He will surely come to pursue me.
Maybe with his cute assistant too.
No need to worry.
Just do what I tell you to.
Run your restaurant as usual.
But
There were witnesses,
the police can't do anything.
Moreover, in Japan,
more than 4,000 people a year
suffocate
from having food
stuck in the throat.
The man was only one of them.
A mean, ugly snake
looked down on you at a place
where the whole world can see.
That's why I, someone anonymous,
got rid of the snake for you.
The one who killed him was me.
No, you're only my hand and foot.
I'm the one who killed the snake.
Chef.
Are you free?
- What's the matter?
- Well
We have two walk-in customers.
I knew it was for the case.
I'm embarrassed that
I had my hopes up for a second.
What? Hope?
What did I expect?
Idiot
You aren't feeling well?
I'm all right now.
That's okay, then.
What does the chef recommend?
It's the dinner course made with
selected seasonal ingredients, sir.
- Expensive!
- Good. We'll have that.
For wine, we'll have
Chablis premier cru.
- Two glasses, please.
- The wine's expensive too!
Certainly, sir.
Ichigou Kobayashi.
Stop saying expensive, expensive.
It's embarrassing.
Oh, it's okay!
We're the only customers here.
Chef.
They ordered the seasonal dinner.
They're a lovely couple.
Is this an anniversary?
This is our homemade
pain de campagne.
Please enjoy it with
the Echiré butter from France.
They are served in slices.
Whoa, but it's starting
to make me scared
when I think about the fact that
someone died after eating this here.
Wow, the aroma of rye stands out.
It's the aroma of happiness.
Autumn root-vegetable terrine,
served with mustard whipped cream.
Disc abalone and turnip consommé.
Japanese salmon mi cuit, sir.
Please enjoy it
with the lily bulb purée.
It's so good!
All the dishes are simple
but have lots of flavour.
This is our restaurant's
signature dish since we opened,
Tournedos Rossini
made with veal fillet.
It looks
not that different from what I had
at the stand-up French restaurant.
Ichigou Kobayashi.
You can make so many
delicious bentos.
A good chef like you should be able
to taste the difference.
A 1,500-yen Tournedos Rossini
you eat while standing up,
and this one here
should taste different.
Good chef?
All right, let's dig in!
It's booming good!
What an unrefined compliment.
Rossini is crying in the shadow
of the bush.
I rarely say booming－
Now, I'll try it too.
Not bad.
Oh, no.
There is one more candidate
for my last supper.
Thanks for dinner.
Will you ask the chef to come?
Yes.
Promise me two things.
Yes?
One.
Do not interrupt no matter what
during our conversation.
- Okay.
- Two.
Keep a poker face
even when you're surprised.
I'll try.
Is there any problem, sir?
Wow, I'm surprised that I could
have classic French cuisine
with such solid sauces in Tokyo.
Did you start from making the fond?
Yes.
I was trained in a Paris restaurant
and I made it
with the original recipe.
I didn't arrange it to the likings
of Japanese people.
You must've been trained
at an old established restaurant.
No, it was a small bistro in Paris,
which didn't even get a star.
Oh, that's interesting. Where is it?
Right next to the Louvre Museum.
It was Louvre
Is that why there's a Mona Lisa
postcard in your kitchen?
How do you know?
Any attachment to Mona Lisa?
That's something given to me
by a lady I care about.
A lady you care about.
"13 years ago, Paris"
- Thank you.
- Thanks.
I'm surprised.
I came here by chance, I had no idea
the chef was Japanese.
I'm still a trainee.
You will go to Louvre now?
I'm so jealous.
I haven't been there yet.
You're making an effort
during your training.
I wish I could have
such good French cuisine in Tokyo.
Mona Lisa?
I thought I'd at least
give you a postcard
to thank you for the delicious dish.
The dish that has foie gras
on top of the steak
Tournedos Rossini?
It's our signature dish.
I'm going to open a restaurant
in Tokyo
that serves genuine French cuisine.
I'll invite you
to be my first customer.
I'm so happy!
That's a promise.
I'm looking forward
to the day I have Tournedos Rossini
in Tokyo.
Yes.
That's why I didn't want to
change its taste at all.
I see.
The taste is your pride as a chef.
Yes.
Your meeting with the Japanese lady
was what gave you your belief.
It's reasonable to say so.
So, for example
if someone says something bad
about this dish,
what would you do?
I'll kill them.
I can understand.
For example
By pushing my homemade bread
into his mouth
I'm sorry
- I'm so sorry!
- Miss?
- Are you hurt anywhere?
- No.
I'm so sorry.
- I'll clean it up now.
- I'm so sorry!
- May I take this?
- I'm sorry.
Maybe I needed
"Three. Don't drop the glass."
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Oh, that's right, Mr Akechi,
about the Rossini just now.
Is Rossini someone's name?
Don't bother!
I'll look it up myself.
Okay, Kurukku. Rossini.
Rossini is
Wow, he's a composer
but also a gourmand?
- Ichigou Kobayashi.
- Yes.
Ask the smartphone that knows
everything about the case's truth.
But ask it the truth of the case?
Okay, Kurukku.
Maison Verite, Rossini.
Kurukku.
Opening Taberipo.
Got it!
There's a pretty hard marker.
Oh, indeed. One star.
His name is Gourmet Daimyo.
So lame.
It's the man who suffocated
at the restaurant.
What? How do you know?
He hasn't updated in these two days,
but before that,
he wrote something every day.
That's all?
Everyone writes anonymously
on restaurant review sites
You don't know who the person is.
That's exactly why he was killed.
To the murderer,
this guy is a demon without a name.
They take photos of dishes
without permission,
write like the gourmands
on the telly,
and rate with stars like Michelin.
And they stay anonymous.
Oh, no. What a world.
Don't you think, Ichigou Kobayashi?
No, Chef Kobayashi.
If your food is slammed by someone
on the Internet
and the restaurant you risked
everything on is going to close,
can you forgive the person?
Wait
Mr Akechi, do you side
with the murderer?
- Do I seem to?
- But you
That's right!
That person, Maria,
she is a murderer too.
But somehow you're like that.
What is "that"?
Like she is someone special to you.
What's your point?
Is this Maria
your ex-girlfriend or something?
Such poor imagination.
But no surprise, coming from you.
- I wasn't the one who said that!
- Whatever.
When I read
this Gourmet Daimyo's review
You changed the topic.
He scribbles only critical things
about every restaurant.
"Not worth its cost."
"Cold service."
"The soup is lukewarm."
"Tastes bland."
"Too salty."
"The meat is too tough."
"The bread is stale."
The angry chef
set a trap
for this foolish gourmand.
In a way that only a chef can do.
To reveal who Gourmet Daimyo,
an unknown person, actually is.
But how?
You'll know at once if you compare
his photos with the others.
You can't tell?
It's the plate.
Only the plate in Gourmet Daimyo's
photos has patterns on the edge!
This is all we can find out
on the review site.
It seems that from now on,
I have to do the work myself.
I wonder what murder recipe
she gave the sinful chef.
Let's do an autopsy
before he's cremated!
No, I can't. The body has been
returned to his family.
But who eats a 3,500-yen
lunch set during the day?
That reason isn't enough
to take any action!
Sir!
Mr Katono told me to look it up,
so I had to.
I found in the late Iwamoto's review
that he always ordered one dish
at expensive restaurants.
- 3,500 yen!
- So what?
3,500 yen!
Indeed, why did he order set lunch
on that day alone?
It's unnatural.
If we can do an autopsy,
we might find some clue!
Well, Katono,
if you think it was murder,
bring me some solid evidence!
Go away.
No, no, no!
Dull cases like this will turn cold!
I think better of you now,
Mr Katono.
So I have to give you this.
My Mr Akechi.
He looks like a different man!
Hello,
I'm Saburo Akechi,
and I'm a gourmet writer.
"Saburo Akechi"
I'd like to ask about the incident
at Maison Verite.
Every day,
I deliver vegetables
to Maison Verite at 2:00 p.m. sharp.
When I entered the restaurant
as usual
- Hang in there!
- Sir!
What's wrong?
Bread is stuck in his throat.
Drink some water first.
Drink water!
Did the chef
let him drink the water?
Yes.
Oh, that's right.
The man was struggling vigorously,
his hand hit the chef,
and the glass and water flew away.
And it broke.
Oh?
Did it break?
It must've been broken.
It was a wine glass, right?
Yeah.
Oh, that's right.
He shouted at me at that time.
- Who?
- The chef.
I wanted to help
- I'll do it.
- Don't touch him!
It's okay, I'll do it.
I see.
Would you like a bento?
Ichigou.
What? Mr Akechi?
Why do you dress like this?
Just a little disguise.
Anyway, you dropped the glass
and broke it at the restaurant
Oh, I'm sorry about that!
Thank you.
My suspicion became certain
because of that.
- I got you a costume too.
- Me? Why?
I want you to sneak in somewhere.
What? Now?
I haven't sold all my bentos,
so no. No way.
I have no other choice then.
We have very delicious
handmade bentos.
Mademoiselle, would you like one?
So, are you ready?
"Ichigou Kobayashi"
Everything is ready.
Why do I have to do this every time?
I'm from Organic Vegetables Vitamin.
I'm here to deliver vegetables!
Yes.
Oh?
You aren't the usual employee?
Oh, I'm a new part-time worker.
They're busy at the shop.
Oh, are they? Thank you.
Put the vegetables
They told me where to put them.
I'll do it.
Thank you, then.
I'll look for the wine glass now.
Look for a plastic one, okay?
Okay, fine.
There they are.
They all look the same.
They're all made of glass.
I can't see any plastic wine glass.
Is it in the rubbish dump?
Is plastic combustible
or incombustible?
It's combustible in Shibuya City.
Wait, Mr Akechi,
you want me to pick
through the rubbish?
What do you want me to buy you now?
Food processor!
He gets on my nerves!
Although it's for a food processor,
this is a proper crime.
What?
Wait for me!
Wait for me, rubbish truck!
Wait for me, combustible waste!
You're kidding me!
Oh, gosh!
You called?
Momoko!
I'll go very fast, so hold on tight!
Okay!
Neutral!
- What's this queue?
- Your two bentos.
Thank you.
I give up. I had no idea that
business would be so prosperous.
Sorry, we have
only one bento left.
It's always so quiet
in front of your food truck though.
I'm totally mad.
You made a young lady do this!
Okay, let's begin.
See you.
Find a plastic wine glass
from the rubbish.
- I need to prepare
- Fragments will do.
You have to buy me a food processor!
No. No
I knew he wouldn't be sloppy
and throw it away at his restaurant.
I did it for nothing.
Anyway, how can a plastic wine glass
be evidence?
A detective should look
for a weapon like a pistol or
What's this?
Oh, it's the wine glass
I broke yesterday.
It's in the bag.
Glass is incombustible.
They shouldn't have.
Wait! What are you doing?
It's dangerous,
you'll hurt your hand!
If the cops ignore small cases
that turn cold daily,
a private detective
does the opposite.
Mr Akechi, your hand is bleeding.
However small it is,
we find the fragments of possibility
and pick them up.
We take the case out from darkness
and expose it to light.
See?
I've found it.
Disguised as transparent glass
a lying fragment.
Here you are, Harajuku's maestro.
What are you here for so late?
I've brought one of my best wines
to thank you
for the Tournedos Rossini.
It's quite interesting.
"Monna Lisa"
Monna Lisa Piemonte.
An Italian wine.
Does a French chef
hate Italian wine?
What do you want?
I'm not the police.
I'm just a gourmand whose heart
was captivated by your food.
Now, let's make a toast
to Mona Lisa.
Please have this.
Oh? You aren't surprised.
That's strange.
Every time I do this,
people would be surprised and ask me
why the wine didn't spill.
I've seen it on the telly.
It's used for magic shows.
Wow, how do you know?
This is very well-made, isn't it?
The glass is made
with a double layer of thin plastic,
and the liquid is put
in the space between.
That's why it seems like a glass
of wine if I hold it like this
and doesn't spill
if I tip it upside-down.
I see.
That's how it's made?
Actually, there are some
that have water inside.
That's right. It's easier
to understand if you see this.
I just found something great.
Now, have a good look at it.
There are two layers.
Last night, my clumsy girlfriend
dropped the wine glass
and broke it, right?
It was made of glass, so you should
sort it as incombustible waste.
This was a plastic glass.
So don't put them together
when you throw the rubbish.
On Taberipo,
Gourmet Daimyo
criticised your restaurant,
so you tried to kill him.
To identify Gourmet Daimyo,
you served his dish with a plate
different from the others.
When the photo was uploaded,
you sent a direct message
to his personal page
"I am Maison Verite's chef, Ito"
and invited him to lunch
as an apology
for dishes he didn't like.
For free, of course.
Reviewers on Taberipo
rate restaurants
based on value for the money,
and they're stingy.
If they could eat for free,
they'd come wagging their tails.
I am very sorry you didn't like
the food served at our restaurant.
It's unusual that a restaurant
would treat me to set lunch.
I now think
just a tiny bit better of you.
Thank you.
At that time,
did you send the waiter
to buy cigarettes?
Right after you sent the waiter
to buy something,
you served him pain de campagne.
In a way that one wouldn't imagine
how a French chef serves bread.
Excuse me, sir.
What is this? The napkin is big.
What? Huh?
What's going on?
Sir,
it's our homemade pain de campagne.
His last lunch, instead of supper,
was strangely,
like Jesus' disciples,
a piece of bread.
What a performance.
Performance?
Yes.
People don't normally kill
with such awkward methods.
No, first of all,
people don't normally kill someone
for trivial matters like that.
But there's one woman who kills
for trivial matters like that.
And I know her.
She came up with all the scenarios.
She
used your intent to kill.
To Maria, killing people
doesn't need a reason or a motive.
She just wants to kill people.
That's all.
Ms Maria,
people in this city
are all crazy.
Because of the darn site,
where amateurs who can't appreciate
food scribble
my restaurant has become a bad,
lowest ranked French restaurant.
I can't pay next month's rent
and the waiter's salary either.
Well
we have to punish
the troublesome glutton.
You'll be okay if you do as I say.
That guy was someone
who is okay to die.
In this city,
people who are okay to die
are as many as the stars.
In the past
when your restaurant just opened
I had dined there once.
At that time,
I thought the chef made dishes
with fortitude, and I was impressed.
Yeah, I remember you.
I remember that you had duck poele.
A first-rate chef doesn't forget
a customer and the dish he ordered?
It makes me frustrated.
Why does a chef as great as you
give in to some stupid hostility?
If it's you
you would've been able
to fight against this city.
If only you hadn't met Maria.
Why do you know her?
I was
the one who created her.
Created her?
Yes.
No, it's just a guess,
but after you met her,
an unknown self was created
in your mind, right?
I understand very well.
Because it's what happened to me.
It's my last cigarette.
Well, it's a good opportunity
to quit smoking.
I can't smoke in prison.
I think you got the wrong idea.
I didn't tell the police
about our meeting here.
Why?
Even if the police thinks
you're suspicious,
a wine glass fragment
is insufficient as evidence,
and you won't be found guilty.
You win.
No.
Maria wins.
And I'm sorry,
but I'm not interested
in your future,
and I don't care what you'll become.
I only want to reach where she is.
That's all.
What should I do to see her?
- What will you do if you see her?
- Stop her.
Stop her, and?
Maybe there aren't many people
in the world
who can really love her.
I'm Maria's servant.
Unlike you.
Someday,
I want to have wine with him
at a restaurant in this city.
But not now.
After I kill more and more people
he will be totally disappointed
in this world,
and I can finally become his Mary.
But I'm not the Holy Mother.
I'm the sinful, dirty woman.
My name is
Mary Magdalene.
You're here?
I just got a bit worried.
That's right.
This bottle of wine
I've opened it.
Will you drink it with me?
Sorry, but I'll be driving.
All right. Just a formality then.
Sometimes he looks like
he's in pain
when I look at his profile.
Like in his heart, he's always
fighting something
No.
He's fighting himself.
To the crazy gourmet heaven, Tokyo.
Cheers.
"Ichigo"
"Monna Lisa"
Cheers.
The gourmet detective solves
a kitchen harassment and murder.
The victim was his classmate.
It was the first time
I'd tried a mother's cooking.
Not bad.
- Chef, teach her how to cook.
- Certainly.
The Maria Family
kidnapped his assistant.
Stop!
I failed as a detective.