♪ ♪
Hey, it's me.
Why were you not at work last night?
Why are you not calling me back?
I'm starting to freak, okay? So call me, now.
♪ ♪
No.
What are you doing here? - Hey, hey, uh, sorry.
I dropped by the club last night, but you weren't there.
Who told you where I live?
You told me at dinner the other night.
Okay, well, it's not a great time.
Okay, I just wanted to...
They're apology sweets.
I know whatkashiori are for.
The other night at the club, I, um, had a really shit day,
but that's not an excuse for me
to be an asshole to you, so I'm sorry.
Yeah, you were,
but you brought me "I'm an asshole" sweets,
so thank you.
Thanks for taking them.
It's good to see you.
You too.
Can I say one thing?
Sure.
You and Sato.
- Yeah? - Be careful.
Excuse me?
I know a lot about those people
and how they live their lives...
Don't talk to me about this.
And I don't want you to get in too deep and to get hurt.
Go home and fuck yourself, Jake.
Take 'em. - Please listen to me.
- Take 'em. - I'm just...
Fuck.
Oi. Mechanic.
You don't have shit to eat.
Not very hospitable.
♪ ♪
Look, I know you don't want to snitch.
But if you don't tell me what I want to know...
my friend here...
will break most of the bones in your face.
♪ ♪
You want anything, boss?
No, I'm okay.
♪ ♪
Yes, Oyabun.
Tell me.
The mechanic confirmed it.
Everything comes through the airport.
I have the details on the next shipment.
I see.
That fucking hurts!
- Forgive me! - Be careful!
Yes!
Sato.
Well done.
Yes.
I couldn't sleep last night remembering it.
The smell of Sugita's burnt flesh...
his dead body, just sitting there.
And Tozawa got away with it
and he gets away with everything.
Fucking bullshit is what it is.
Obsessing won't change things.
I'm not obsessed.
This is research, dude.
Do you know what kind of access these guys get to yaks?
Why not work for them?
Quit the "Meicho." Write for a yak mag.
You'll have all the access you need to your favorite guys.
♪ ♪
Written by Ukai Haruki.
Hey, handsome.
♪ ♪
What?
Three different Tozawa profiles,
three different Yakuza fan magazines--
it's all written by the same guy, Ukai Haruki.
So this guy is, like,
Tozawa's publicist.
So?
Can you help me find the listing?
♪ ♪
Okay.
♪ ♪
Holy shit, Ukai Haruki.
I mean, you're Ukai Haruki, right?
Who the hell are you?
I'm sorry. Do you speak English?
How you find me? H-how you get this address?
I got it from, uh, Tejima-san,
the writer of the Crazy Boys fanzine.
I don't know Crazy Boys or Tejima-san.
Yeah, well, he knows you. We all know you.
You're a rock star, dude,
you know, especially with Tozawa on the rise.
This is the first thing that I ever bought
when I came to Japan,
and I'm obsessed with what you do, and--
- Good profile. - Yeah.
- Tozawa-san was pleased. - Really?
Would you mind?
Could you?
- You want sign? - Please.
Look, I-I-I brought this for you, too.
- What's this? - Uh, sweets.
- You bring for me? - Yes.
Um, but if you...
I have these, too, if you please would sign.
Yeah, yeah, you--you come.
- I come in? - Yeah, you come.
Oh, thank you.
Close the door.
Okay.
Come.
Wow.
This is incredible.
You probably know things about the big man
that nobody does, huh?
I mean, you know, I hear stories,
but probably nothing that you don't already know.
You hear? What you hear?
That suicide that was written up
in the paper the other day, the banker?
The word is, is that Tozawa
is controlling that insurance scam.
- I know nothing. - Come on, you can tell me.
You know, as a fan. Just a little tidbit.
Anything not in magazine I write in my book.
A book, really?
♪ ♪
I go piss now.
♪ ♪
Sorry, I didn't mean to...
You smoke shabu?
No.
But I'm cool with it.
♪ ♪
You know, most people in Japan, they ps-ps-ps.
So stupid.
Smoke is better, clean.
Good to know.
♪ ♪
Ah, yeah, his girlfriends.
Many, many girlfriends.
You took these photos?
Mistresses--no, no, taboo.
Yeah?
This one, she talk to reporter once.
♪ ♪
And how about her?
Oh, you like her?
She's pretty, right?
Don't touch her, okay?
♪ ♪
Go.
♪ ♪
You are late. Sit down.
All right...
Shall we begin?
We welcome Chairman Nakahara,
who has traveled so far from the West.
Also...
you have come here today, despite your busy schedules.
And for this, I thank you.
We've gathered today...
in hopes of resolving certain disagreements...
between us and Tozawa-gumi.
I like the other one better.
Go buy that one?
Yes, ma'am.
Nice watch.
Are you following me?
Or perhaps you like to watch women put on makeup.
I'm a reporter for the "Meicho."
I remember.
My paper has a few questions they'd like to ask you.
And what would those be about?
Well, one of...
Tozawa's mistresses went missing
because she spoke to the press.
Would you care to comment?
If I did have something to say,
do you think I'd be foolish enough to say it to you?
We could get lunch or a drink.
I'm a very good listener.
Hmm, that may be true, but you're also clearly insane.
I get that you're afraid of him.
No.
It is you who should be afraid, "Meicho"-san.
Tokyo is our territory!
Yours is to the west.
We do not infringe on your turf,
you do not infringe on ours.
Begging your pardon, but has Tozawa violated your territory?
If one of us is violated, we all are!
I won't let you say you forgot about our covenant.
None of us will strike at another man at this table.
If Ishida Kumicho had not
kept this brazen attempt of yours quiet,
the police would be knocking on all our doors,
the newspapers would be crying "war,"
and the entire city would be calling for a crackdown!
We have come here to resolve this grievance.
With restitution for the offense.
One hundred million yen.
With my regrets.
♪ ♪
Some things cannot be settled with money alone.
Nakahara-san.
What are you waiting for?
Get down on your knees. Apologize.
On your knees!
♪ ♪
I...beg...
your forgiveness.
We are satisfied.
♪ ♪
You know how many messages I left for you?
Okay, I got it. I'm sorry.
Matsuo came in last night looking for you.
Did your money offer not work?
When you did not show, I thought for a second
maybe you decide it's better to run.
Then I think, no,
'cause Samantha would call her best friend first, right?
Pol, I would never disappear on you.
- Okay. - I promise.
I almost confront him.
Then I think maybe I make it worse for you.
I've done that before.
I know, listen, we'll talk about this later.
Right now we have clients.
Table five. He's been asking for you.
Wakatta.
I'm gonna ask you some things.
- Be my guest. - Why?
Your charms are to my liking.
How many sessions will it take?
12 is my lucky number.
- Seven's mine. - Then ten it is.
- Are you a Mormon? - No.
No, the church wouldn't work with a man like you.
Who hired you?
Your father.
He made it clear how much it wounded him
that you abandoned the family
and what he was willing to do to get you back.
It's very simple, Samantha.
You can take my offer,
or you can go home and face him.
See you tomorrow at 7:00.
It's bad enough
you make me pay, but to grovel at Ishida's feet...
you made me lose face!
Lose face?
It was you, not me, who botched the assassination.
I chose you to come here and infiltrate.
Plant our flag in Tokyo.
I thought you were the right man for the job.
But you failed.
Fail me again, and it will take more than money to make amends.
I agree the info Sato got could be used to hurt Tozawa.
If we violate the peace,
Tozawa will be free to attack us.
With the Council's full support.
Sato, do you agree?
Aniki Kobayashi is always right.
Thank you. You may go.
Yes, sir.
Sato.
Stay.
Hai.
Sit.
Yes, sir.
Your first kill?
Hai.
The first one should bother you.
Mine did too.
But,
the ones to come will not.
The information you managed to acquire...
tell me what you really think of Kobayashi's advice.
The question is not whether or not
we should use the information.
The question is how to use it without anyone knowing we did.
I see.
Come with me.
♪ ♪
Get in.
I've been wanting to see you.
We're very alike. Eh, brother?
You are paid to put information in print.
I make money collecting it.
I see that.
Tozawa is importing a large shipment of shabu into Tokyo
tomorrow morning.
Meth.
Yeah. That's right.
As an act of faith in our continuing relationship,
I give this to you freely.
I won't use information to help one gang destroy another.
However freely given.
Yes, we are both gangsters.
But Tozawa is a virus.
Think what you want of me.
You know my way is better than his.
But no one can know the information came from me.
♪ ♪
The chef has prepared it badly again.
Mm.
Excuse me. Chateau Canon La Gaffeliere. On the house.
No thank you.
Tozawa-san says I must drink less.
You will be well again.
I will see to it.
Have you given any thought to your future?
Tomorrow I planned on a pedicure.
You must imagine what your life will be like...
when I'm gone.
Please don't.
It may be sooner than you think.
Misaki.
What would make you happy? Tell me.
It will make me happy to hear it.
A house, I suppose. Someday. Of my own.
You do imagine being rid of me.
I didn't say that.
A beauty like yourself will never be alone long.
Especially one with your appetites.
What kind of man do you imagine yourself with?
I don't.
When your eyes glaze over when I'm fucking you...
whose face are you seeing?
No, I would never.
Pay me this respect.
Keep him out of your bed until I am gone.
if you do not, I will know.
And I will kill you.
Eat.
It would be a shame to waste such beautiful meat.
Are all homes in America so big?
Who could that be?
What is it?
There's something I need to tell you.
Who gave you this information?
Was it Ishida?
Yes, and I know what you're gonna say.
He's clearly using me to hit back at Tozawa, but who cares?
Because we're talking about stopping a plane full of meth
from entering Tokyo.
How do you know Ishida is telling you the truth?
He has no reason to lie.
So the plane's getting in tomorrow morning.
We're gonna have to move fast.
We do not have to move.
I will investigate when the time is right.
The time...
I don't understand. I bring you this information.
I-it's tomorrow morning. We have to move on it.
You just want to wait?
A man was just killed when he fell from the roof
of the headquarters of Chihara-Kai.
- When? - Two days ago.
It was kept quiet to keep the peace.
Who was it?
The traitor whose name you gave to Ishida.
Listen, Jake.
Everything you do has consequences.
With information, there is always a cost.
If there is a story here, it will be yours to write.
But you must have patience.
Trust me when I say
that acting rashly could jeopardize many things.
Do you trust me?
No way, baby.
Hi.
Happy anniversary, baby!
Three months. - No way.
- Party time. - Okay.
I thought maybe we could do something different tonight,
the two of us.
No, baby, tonight's a party.
Everyone wants to celebrate you.
Let's go.
Get in. - All right.
- It's gonna be fun. - You always get me.
♪ ♪
- Hey. - Hey.
♪ ♪
These are new.
What happened?
Did they hurt you?
No.
It's okay. You don't have to explain.
There is my work...
and there is you.
I will keep them separate.
Me too.
Are you hungry?
Yeah.
Ten minutes.
Let's get another.
Polina, don't worry about him.
He'll be here soon and then with you
for the rest of the night.
Did you cut your hair?
You noticed?
Come on.
You know you're Akira's favorite, right?
Yeah, I can see that.
You do not have much to cook with.
I know. I'd make a terrible housewife.
Who taught you to cook?
My father.
He wanted to be a chef...
but needed money to support new family.
Life got in the way.
Yeah, it does that.
When I was a boy...
he showed me everything he knows.
He was very hard on me.
It was too much, the pressure.
But I can still do this.
♪ ♪
Itadakimasu.
Thank you.
♪ ♪
Mmm.
♪ ♪
Good? - Yeah, really good.
♪ ♪
What?
♪ ♪
"Choose the right."
The right what? - Path.
And your father, he gave you this?
Right before I left, to remind me of my duty.
- To God? - To him.
And your father sent the man who found you?
Who is this man?
I don't know.
Baby, I really don't know.
What does he want from you?
Who have you told about this?
No one.
No one--you.
I told you. I trust you.
Baby...
I'm scared.
Is this Emi Maruyama's home?
What do you want?
I work with Emi-san.
You work with her?
Kei, Kei, Kei, Kei!
Go to your room, Kei.
Go to your room!
- What are you doing here? - I'm sorry.
I have a tip. It could be a massive scoop.
And it's time-sensitive.
You are not welcome here!
Enough. Enough.
Coming here...
the way you people treat her!
Kei, Kei, Kei!
He can't just show up
at your door in the middle of the night.
Go to your room! Now!
Fuck you!
Sorry.
My brother.
Lot of spirit.
He--he's not well.
He has--he sees conspiracies.
- Oh. - He doesn't go outside.
Listen, uh, I have a reliable source
that says a large shipment of meth
is being smuggled into the country tomorrow.
Whose is it?
Tozawa's, and I know the airport.
I know the plane it's coming in on.
All I need is a cop to authorize the search.
I went to Katagiri,
and he told me that I couldn't pursue it.
You don't work for Katagiri. He can't tell you what to do.
Find someone else.
Go.
Okay.
Jake, Jake.
No one at the office knows about my brother.
Please don't mention him.
Mention who?
Ah.
My one true love.
Don't blow smoke up my ass.
I would do it.
Aw.
- Hey. - Come here.
Baby. - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Guys, uh, three months, right?
- You're right. - Mm-hmm, yeah.
I just told her that you should get some of the good stuff.
A magnum would be super nice, but, no, no, no, no.
You shouldn't waste any more money on me.
I don't know.
Maybe I get you drunk enough, you behave yourself.
Anything you want, baby. It's your night.
Ray-chan!
Hai, Polina.
Would you like something to drink?
Dom Peri, please!
Oh, no no no. Magnum, please!
- Whoa! - Yeah!
Everyone, Polina ordered
a magnum for Akira!
Polina-san, Polina!
♪ ♪
Chug it! Chug it! Chug it!
Whoo!
Chug it! Chug it! Chug it!
♪ ♪
One more magnum!
Polina has ordered another magnum!
♪ ♪
Louis XIII!
Polina has ordered a Louis XIII
♪ ♪
Good morning, Miyamoto-san.
Can we talk? Please.
What is it?
There's a drug shipment coming into Tokyo
in a few hours by plane.
Yes.
You promise me the exclusive, I'll give you the details.
Where did this information come from?
A very good source that I cannot reveal.
You tell Katagiri about this?
Why would I tell Katagiri about it?
Everyone knows you're the better detective.
Don't bullshit.
I know you guys have a thing.
- We have a thing, too. - What did he say?
He said he wanted to look into it more,
but we don't have time.
It's coming in a few hours.
Listen, this source...
they're in the world.
You know what I mean? - Got it.
They've been right about this kind of thing before.
If they say this is happening, it's a good bet.
Tell me more on the way.
So let's go.
♪ ♪
We're here to investigate.
Search the cargo!
- Can we go in? - Yes. Follow me.
Kubota, Sakaguchi, Furuya, come with me!
Kubota, Sakaguchi, you guys check the back.
Furuya, take the cockpit.
♪ ♪
Search every fucking inch of this plane!
- Hai! - Hai.
♪ ♪
Seriously, look harder.
Nothing.
Hey! Take a look at this luggage.
Hai.
Have you opened this yet?
There are no fucking drugs on the plane.
Who gave you this tip? - I can't tell you.
You realize they fucked both of us?
I will make it so no cop will talk to you ever again.
- No, no, don't do that. - Ever.
It's not my fault.
Fuck you, and fuck your paper.
Miyamoto! What are you doing?
Back up, Katagiri. This is Vice Division's crime scene.
A crime scene implies there's been a crime.
What exactly have you found?
Ask him.
We could have interviewed every employee quietly,
built our case strong enough to prevent any way
for Tozawa to escape.
Now he'll change everything--
his location, his method, double his protection.
Because of you, we start from nothing.
I'm sorry. I...
I-I needed a story.
I don't know what happened. My source has been good--
Such entitlement.
Such a disappointment.
I'm here with a message. From Chihara-kai.
We have an arrangement with Oynx.
The girl's one of our top earners.
I want you to know that she's protected by Chihara-kai.
You mean she's protected by you.
I've seen you at her apartment. Going in...going out.
This has nothing to do with Chihara-kai.
The girl and I have an agreement.
You're going to leave that girl alone.
And you're never going to step foot in the club again.
If you do, or if anything happens to the girl--
we come for you. Understand?
Chihara-kai.
You know Tokumaru? Oversees Hokkaido operations?
He's your Oyabun's elder, right?
I know who he is.
I did some sensitive work for him a few years back,
for which he expressed his immense gratitude.
We'll call him now, clear this up.
It's ringing.
Sato, is it?
Hang up.
Please.
A young tough with a schoolboy crush.
I can appreciate that.
I'll pay you.
You couldn't pay me enough.
I'm asking you. Leave her, and...
And?
I will...
be in your debt.
That's lovely. I'll remember that.
When I'm staring down at the top of her head
with my cock in her--
Aah!
♪ ♪
Why would your source give you bad information?
I don't know. They wouldn't.
It must have been...
uh, just a mistake.
How is it?
Anything good?
Decent shots. Any drugs?
No drugs. It was a bad tip.
The police screwed up.
That's a story.
But...
Miyamoto followed the tip I gave him.
It wasn't his fault!
I don't give a shit!
Yeah, well, maybe that's the problem!
We shouldn't punish the cops for my mistake.
We don't work for the police! Understand?
It's news, we write it.
Please don't publish the story.
It's news, we write it, Jake.
It's not that great of a story anyway.
- No. - And if we publish it...
- Jake! - I burn two different sources
Go back to your desk.
for this one average-ass story.
Go back to your desk. Now.
♪ ♪
Another.
Excuse me for one moment.
Hey.
You don't need to worry anymore.
Are you sure?
Did you talk to him?
It's over. You're safe.
That's what matters, right?
What did you do?
What did you think I would do?
Whiskey, please.
What?
Use the American.
Is that all I am to you?
Just an American you could use. Give me bad information.
Huh?
Don't look at me like that.
Give me a piece-of-shit tip, huh?
Keep your voice down.
There were no drugs on the plane.
That cannot be.
Can't be? What, were they invisible?
- Hey, cool down. - Cool down? No.
He fucked me. You fucked me!
You really fucked me over.
Or are you just such a dumb fucking Yak
you didn't know the tip you gave me was bad?
Is that it? You want to fucking go?
- Don't. - You want to go?
Let's fucking go! - Please don't!
- You fucked my career! - Jake, go home!
No cop will ever talk to me again...
- Go home! - Because of you!
Fuck you! I'll never trust a fucking source again!
You're gonna hurt yourself! Please go home!
Wow, you guys are made for each other, you know that?
You make a great fucking couple.
Fuck you!
Oh, God.
I cultivated that route
for years! Now, it's dead!
I pay you for protection.
Not to lose me money.
I did protect you.
I told them exactly where to look.
Avoiding the place where your important thing was.
The tip was good.
So your route was dead anyway.
You'll have to bring it in another way.
♪ ♪
I protected your shipment.
You should be fucking thanking me.
The tip. Where did you get it?
Gaijin reporter at the "Meicho."
He came to me.
Put the whole thing in the paper.
Made us look like fucking amateurs.
His name?
Adelstein.
Jake Adelstein.
♪ ♪