You there! Stop!
Stop thief! Police!
What's my number one rule?
The clients drink, you sip.
- Is Nishikawa-san upset with me? - I'll take care of it.
Gargle and get back out there. Okay?
Okay.
Joanna.
Nishikawa-san. Minami will be right out. Next bottle's on me.
Thank you.
This is Joanna.
That is a beautiful suit.
- Another bottle? - Of course.
Ohno-san, as I was saying. I was thinking...
- Suzuki-sama. - Yeah!
- Welcome to Club Polina. - Good evening.
- This way, please. - Thank you.
No skinny pours, Kenji. Be generous.
We're watching you, Kenji.
You may be cute, but we don't trust you.
Everyone.
Our two-month anniversary.
Kanpai.
I know how hard you've all been working since we opened.
And while there's room for improvement,
Minami...
You're all doing great. Thank you.
And a special thank you to Club Polina's number-one girl, Claudine.
Thank you, Mama-san.
- Have a good night. - Good night.
Enjoy your afters.
- Stay safe. - Okay.
- See you tomorrow. - Good night.
Claudine, can I get your help for a minute?
Did you see me with that big-spending architect, Ohno-san? The man buys.
He's coming in again tomorrow night.
- One of the girls is stealing. - Are you sure?
Receipts don't match the inventory. I'm down a million yen this month.
- What do you think I should do? - I mean, find out who it is, right?
Then confront her.
Yeah. Makes sense.
So, why are you stealing from me, Claudine?
Samantha, if half your customers are here for me, it's not really stealing...
Is it? I'm just taking my fair cut.
You'll start paying me back tonight.
Take it out of your pay. It should take about eight weeks.
Really, you think I'm gonna stick around for that?
You know who owns half of this club. You cannot steal their money
and go set up shop somewhere else.
Go ahead, whistle for your thugs.
I'll tell them you don't know how to keep track of their money.
I'll have the keys to this place in ten minutes.
You're fired.
Fine.
I'm taking all my clients. Especially that big-spending architect.
You're going to be fucked without the money that I bring.
I'll take my chances.
You are like a tigress.
What? I can't give you a compliment?
Not if it sounds like a bad romance novel.
I have to go to work. So do you.
Quit the Meicho. Come work for me at Shukan Forum.
What, you'd rather keep working for Baku?
- That right-wing asshole? - You're still holding that grudge.
Not a grudge, a fact. The way he talks about Zainichi.
He doesn't do that in front of me.
That's because he doesn't know about you.
Shingo. The Meicho is my home.
Let's go away. This weekend.
Ryo's mother will take him to baseball practice.
Your wife will do that for you?
Ex-wife.
It's her weekend. So I'm free and clear.
I can't.
Your brother will be fine.
You know that's not true.
Bye.
Dad's 60th is in two months.
Mom's got a big thing planned, and your presence is mandatory.
When you called and told Dad you were thinking of coming home,
it really hurt him when you didn't.
This is your chance to make it up to him, okay?
And you should actually make me a tape for once.
Because, Joshua, I'm the only person in this world who actually likes you.
- What is he yelling about now? - We do not know.
Is he still on you about that Metropolitan Assembly piece?
He made me rewrite it twice. Then reassigned it to Ichihara.
I read your piece about the traffic fatality scam.
- It's good, Jake-san. - Thanks, man.
Yeah, I just wish they hadn't buried it all the way in the back.
You've started getting bylines and you are complaining?
Jake! Now.
Your piece in this morning's paper is good.
The last three months, your work has been excellent.
Thank you, Maruyama-san.
I have what look to be two big stories. You tell me which one you want.
Yeah, sure. Okay.
"Motorcycle thefts are way up. Shinjuku, Asakusa, Shibuya."
A lot of our readers ride motorcycles, even Baku.
Well, he rides a scooter.
What's the other one?
"Dead body found last night in a pawn shop."
Police think he's yakuza.
I'll take the motorcycle story.
Make sure and get a quote from a cop.
Thank you.
- Let's go. - Yes, sir.
The yakuza are ruthless men.
And this is a serious accusation.
Are you certain you wish to make it?
COMPLAINT DEPARTMENT
Like I told you. My Hojicha tea from Ibaraki never arrived.
Six bags. Who else but yakuza would steal them?
Thank you for filing your complaint.
We will, of course, investigate.
You'd better.
Do you also have a yakuza-related citizen's complaint to file?
Actually, I'm on a story.
Do you know anything about motorcycle theft?
You must have me confused with a real policeman.
Please allow me to take my esteemed friend for a coffee.
Is that a problem?
So, this is your new position?
"Organized Crime Consultation Department"?
How much longer do you have to stay there and take that punishment?
I was held officially responsible for Miyamoto's death. So...
I must count myself lucky I was not fired.
- How is your work, Jake? - Good. Busy.
I'm keeping my nose clean. As you said,
"Other crimes to be exposed, other wrongs to be righted."
Any word on Tozawa?
The same.
You know, he tried to go to the United States.
Then... nothing.
Have you received anything else from whoever sent you that tape?
Then...
You have your work to do and I have mine.
But...
After three months of silence, perhaps the truth...
Is right in front of us.
If you think he's dead...
Why are Junko and the kids still living out of town?
It's complicated.
I wish I could help you with your story, Jake.
Well, it was a good excuse to get you out of prison for an hour.
In this celebration of liberation, we humbly ask Oyabun to speak.
Our brother Hayama has returned from... "university."
We welcome back our brother.
Welcome back, brother!
Seven years in Fuchu. Served on our behalf.
Starting today, he will serve directly below me,
as wakagashira.
Hayama.
As the first son of this family...
I will stand by your side.
My life dedicated
to our mission.
And Sato, having fully recovered from his injuries...
Will resume his role as wakagashira-daiko...
And will answer to Hayama.
I will do as my oyabun commands.
And what of Tozawa?
It's been three months since anyone saw him.
And his gumi is quiet.
So what are we waiting for?
Tozawa-gumi without Tozawa is a rotting house.
One kick and it'll collapse.
So we will take back Kabukicho from them.
Luckily, we have you back. You will lead this.
Oyabun, there will be retaliation. We should be prepared.
I've been preparing for seven years.
How old are you, baby brother?
Sato has earned our respect.
Don't treat him like a kid.
Oyabun, should we consider procuring some "tools"?
Never. There is no honor in guns.
My apologies.
If we fight it will be eye to eye,
not at a distance like cowards.
Sato... Resume your duties. Fill our coffers.
That is all. Understand?
Yes, Oyabun.
Dismissed.
Sato. There's something I need you to do.
8F CLUB POLINA
- Hey! - Hey! Hey, you were right.
This Minekawa Takako... is the shit.
Oh, good. You know, you could buy your own music.
Oh, with the price you charge for drinks?
I gotta conserve my resources.
- So, how's business? - Great.
Is being the big boss everything you expected?
Just, you know, having responsibility changes things.
Like what?
Like, I find myself lecturing my girls on
not showing too much cleavage and cursing so much.
This is you we're talking about?
I know, right? How about you? Still avoiding the yakuza?
Yeah, still staying off the sauce.
Actually, the work I'm doing now, I can see it make a difference.
- Like, an actual difference. - That's great.
I'm actually working on this big story right now. Motorcycle theft.
I was wondering if you might know anyone who might know anything.
Okay, now we get to the real reason you just happened to stop by.
God.
Okay. Yeah. My...
my body guy in Ayase might...
possibly walk a little in alternative markets.
No guarantees.
Watch yourself. Don't be stupid.
"Don't be stupid." I'll have to remember that.
Thank you.
Just put it here.
Thank you for filing your complaint.
If the yakuza try to steal your cat again, please let us know.
Thank you so much!
Detective Funaki.
- Good to see you. - You too, Katagiri-san.
Everything going well down here?
As well as could be expected.
The woman from the National Police Agency...
Wants to talk to you.
What woman?
NATIONAL POLICE AGENCY DEPUTY SUPERINTENDENT NAGATA
Come in!
Nothing.
Yes, today. Thank you.
- You asked to see me. - Detective Katagiri. Have a seat.
I'm Shoko Nagata, from the NPA.
How may I be of assistance?
I need someone in this department to work with me.
I hear no one knows the yakuza better than you.
I see.
I also hear that you believe in keeping balance between the factions.
Yes. I do.
That's bullshit.
Citizens lives are destroyed by criminal debt.
Drugs flood the streets.
And we're supposed to keep "balance"?
You would have them stabbing each other in the streets?
Fine with me if yakuza kill one another.
I see. What would you have us do instead?
I have been authorized to create a new task force
to combat organized crime in Tokyo.
Using new strategies that have proved very effective elsewhere.
How effective?
Effective enough that we can smash the yakuza
in this city once and for all.
I need a partner.
Detective Katagiri.
Tell me you haven't been waiting for this opportunity.
I wish you great success.
But I am not available to join you.
How's school?
Good. It's hard.
It should be hard.
Did you like school?
School didn't like me.
I wanted to speak to you...
About money.
I gave you money last month.
I know.
But my tuition is going up.
And Father's pension is less than Mother thought it would be.
Does she know you're asking me?
I don't have more to give you.
But I'm working on something.
If it pans out, I'll have more for you.
What if I worked for you instead?
Seriously. Let me earn it.
I'm a hard worker.
How good are you with a computer?
Good.
Otsuka-san?
What?
My friend Samantha... Owns a club in Akasaka.
Samantha.
Kawasaki Samantha? Okay. Bring your bike by tomorrow.
I don't have a motorcycle.
Wait. She says you're the best mechanic in Tokyo.
I'm a reporter.
Looking into why so many bikes are stolen.
That's not news, is it?
Parts are worth more than bikes.
Bike companies only make enough parts for their new models.
There are millions of motorcycles in Tokyo.
Parts companies can't make that many crank shafts, or whatever.
So where do you get them?
Every bike is an organ donor.
Worth more chopped up than whole.
Any chance you could tell me where I could find a...
Supplier of parts?
You're a friend of Samantha's?
Like a brother.
You do have skills.
- What are we selling? - What?
Sneakers. I've got a warehouse full of them in Yokohama.
Cool.
You're doing this with me. Not Chihara-kai.
We finish this project, that's it for you.
Understand?
Alright.
So how's this work?
A customer fills in this order form.
Then the software sends them an email
about where to wire the money.
Once the payment's confirmed, your people ship the sneakers.
What?
There are no sneakers, are there?
A sneaker store in Shinjuku couldn't pay its loan back.
I took their inventory instead.
So this is legit?
Sorry to disappoint.
Now, will you explain one more time?
Yabuki-san.
Please.
Why hasn't he called me? Where is he?
That's not your concern.
Is he coming back?
- Is he... well? - See her out.
Gentlemen, I commend you on your choice.
Normally I recommend a single malt be drunk neat...
But Glenmorangie improves with a little ice.
Here you are. Excuse me.
Ohno-san, I am so glad you're here.
I've been hoping to talk to you.
That's very kind of you. Is Claudine here?
Claudine has chosen to pursue other career interests.
What a pity! She was always a wonderful conversationalist.
To be honest, good conversation is the minimum standard I expect here.
I'm afraid you might've been shortchanged.
Allow me to personally remedy that?
Another time perhaps.
I hope to see you soon.
Good evening, Samantha-san.
Cool.
Is that a Suzuki?
All Suzuki?
Who the fuck are you?
Can I buy you guys dinner?
I'm a reporter for the Meicho.
Let's have a free meal.
Delicious.
- Give me some of that. - Get it for him!
Tats, your bike's muffler is crazy man!
Your bike is pretty lame.
I'd get a new one in a heartbeat.
No way. He doesn't have any money.
I can't believe you'd say that.
Which came first, being friends or riding motorcycles?
How much do they pay you for an article?
You don't get rich writing for newspapers.
So, how did you all start hanging out?
How much do you pay us for the article?
I can't pay you.
It's not allowed.
Then why the fuck would we do this?
Because you'll look cool.
By being in a newspaper?
Hey sis, who reads newspapers?
Our grandfather does... Oh wait.
He's dead.
She said it!
You're lying.
- My dear grandpa never said that. - Shut up!
- You're wrong. - Stop talking. Stop talking.
Thanks.
You can buy us dinner any time.
Until next time!
Hey. Gaijin.
You didn't leave enough for the bill.
You trying to make us look cheap?
That's all the money I have.
I didn't know you'd order for twelve.
You calling us pigs?
- I didn't say that. - Kick his ass, Tats!
Don't be stupid.
What did you say?
Tats!
You alright?
I'm fine.
You're alright, Meicho.
Okay, you can hang with us.
But no real names.
And you show me everything you do. Photos too.
This gaijin's crazy.
We haven't paid yet. Let's go back in.
One moment. I'll be right with you.
Your place looks good.
Thanks.
I'm sorry for not getting in touch.
Yeah.
I called a lot.
I know.
I went to your offices.
They said you were somewhere safe. "Recovering."
They wouldn't tell me anything else.
What happened?
Tell me.
A knife in the stomach.
It's okay. It turns out I have very hard internal organs.
I'm sorry about your friend. And for not doing more.
I'm sorry for expecting you to.
Are you taking over for Kobayashi?
Good.
So, you came by to check in?
I came to tell you that you must rehire Claudine.
- Excuse me? - She must work here.
Sato, she stole from me.
- She's really fucked me. - This is Oyabun's order.
Tell Ishida-san, the last time that I checked, our contract...
as long as he gets his money, I run the club the way I want.
Samantha. You need to do this.
Trust me.
You need to hear what I'm saying.
My club... my rules.
Thanks for stopping by.
I think Jake's story could be a feature.
Bosozoku gangs are old news.
We've covered them plenty over the years.
But no one's ever had access to them like this.
The focus will be these kids. Fallen through the cracks.
They trust you?
So far.
Okay. See where it takes you.
Thank you.
New batch. Be honest.
- You made those? - Last night. Butter cookies.
Dude! You're wasting your talents here.
- I used a very light maple glaze. - You're a rock star. Really.
Don't give all those away, okay? Save me some?
- Don't give 'em all away. - Sure.
Rock star.
Hello, Mama-san.
Hello, wild child.
I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't hired me.
I knew you'd be a good hostess.
Club Destiny was a great place to start.
Better than Club Onyx you went to next.
- Am I right? - Right.
I'm sorry that I left. Just disappeared.
I'm really sorry.
Is this what those phone messages were about months ago?
I called you back the next day.
Yeah. I meant to call you back again. I'm sorry about that, too.
Thank you. I was angry.
But that's also in the past now.
And look at you now, Samantha.
Five years on, your own club.
Good for you.
For you, too, Erika-san, if you'd like.
I need a number-one girl.
I got out for a reason, you know.
I'll give you half of all your table charges.
Half of every bottle you sell.
Samantha, you must be desperate.
Mama, I'm not tired anymore.
I want my pikachu.
I'll come and fetch him in a minute.
Daichi. Say hi to my friend Samantha-san.
Samantha-san?
She's a very important business woman.
- Hello. - Hello, Daichi. You are a very cute boy.
- She called you cute. - I am cute!
I had no idea.
It was a surprise to me, too.
Just come tonight.
Same offer. Plus I'll pay for a sitter, get you a ride home.
The girls are great. The place is great. And I trust you.
What do you think, Dai-chan? Should I take Samantha-san's money?
Take it. Can I have some too?
Really?
Why do you speak Japanese?
Hello, Auntie.
Who the hell are you?
I know you.
Oyabun sends his regards.
Chihara-kai has no business here.
Shall we do that again?
What do you want?
The money you've been giving the Tozawa-gumi every month.
This'll be twice a month.
And if I find out you're paying Tozawa anything...
I come back and break all your pretty boys' noses.
Yours too.
Tozawa won't stand for this.
Tozawa's gone.
His people come here, you tell them Hayama is back.
Kabukicho belongs to Chihara-kai.
You keep telling yourself that.
That's how you keep the order, little brother.
Chihara-kai's gone soft since I went away.
But Hayama's back now.
Look at you. So worried they're gonna retaliate.
I fucking hope they do.
I look forward to it.
It's been three months. Not a word.
And I have done nothing to provoke his men.
The danger is passed.
You and the girls can come home.
Or you could retire and move here.
And we would make this our home. The girls love it here.
My new position keeps me from any interaction with yakuza.
I'm sure, but...
Are you happy sitting there all day...
Listening to old ladies' complaints
until you retire?
That is what I thought.
You are a good man who always wants to do the right thing.
But I cannot put the girls at risk anymore.
So you need to think about what the right thing is now.
- I like riding loud. - Why?
Because normal people fucking hate it
and want you to be quiet.
I'd rather get high, fuck girls,
and steal bikes than live like them.
If I steal enough bikes?
I pay for my sister to get a spot in private school.
Get her out of here.
Yeah?
Where?
Stay there.
Get on.
You want a story or not?
- You Kota's friend? - Yeah.
Come in.
Tokarev. Holds eight rounds.
For you, three hundred thousand. 'Cause you're Kota's friend.
What do you say?
Hey!
Can you get more?
I thought you yakuza didn't fuck with these.
Always good to be prepared.
Three hundred.
- And make this hallway narrower. - Understood.
Hello!
Ohno-san. It's Samantha, from Club Polina.
I seem to be very popular today.
- Claudine called me as well. - Did she?
It seems she has decided to ply her trade at a different club.
I see. Well... I have been seriously considering your case
and have taken decisive actions to retain your loyalty.
Which is why I have engaged the most beautiful
and charming woman in all of Tokyo
to dedicate herself tonight to entertaining you.
This may be true, but it isn't very modest of you.
I'm referring to my good friend, Erika.
And it is, I promise you, quite true.
That's hard to prove, but I will come in,
and I'll give your place another try tonight.
- I am very pleased to hear that. - If you agree to grace my table.
No one else. Just you.
My bike's around the corner.
You set your watch for thirty seconds.
That's how long you have to drill the ignition.
- Okay. - Any longer, you walk.
What are you doing? Watch the street.
If anyone comes let me know.
I'm a reporter. I can't aid in committing a crime.
But you can watch?
C'mon. Stop being a bitch.
Go, now. Hurry!
Don't piss me off.
The bike was over there.
Hey, do you lot know where Roppongi is?
Where the girls and the clubs and the bars are at?
I learned a Japanese song.
Hey. It's a good song. It's a famous song, I bet you know it.
Maybe another time.
That's my motorcycle!
I have a joke for you.
- Can you gentlemen handle it? - Of course.
Wait a minute. No...
I had no idea that investors were so wicked.
- They are. - Okay, what about you?
What are architects really like?
- Me? - Yeah.
We are confidence men.
We convince our clients we see the future,
that their building will look beautiful,
that it will fit in its setting.
Okay, okay.
You know, I used to work for a man who said hostesses sell dreams.
I don't think that's true.
So, what are you selling?
What am I selling?
A place where confidence men can come and be honest.
Then, honestly...
this is the best evening I've had in a long time.
Erika, you're hilarious!
Me, too.
I'm so glad.
Detective. You're here late.
Your new strategies.
What about them?
What do you need from me?
I need you to be done with balance.
Yes. Time to go home.
- A little extra, with my thanks. - What?
- No, Samantha. It's too much. - You're kidding.
You got Nishikawa-san to buy more bottles tonight than he did in a week.
Honestly?
- I forgot how good I was. - And you had fun too, right?
I did.
Hey, I wanted to ask you earlier.
Who's your pretty friend?
Polina.
The club's named after her.
- She died. Three months ago. - Oh, Samantha, I'm so sorry.
That night I left you all the voicemails...
that was the night I found out she died.
I called you because I didn't have anyone else.
- No. - So, I'm really glad you're here.
Me, too.
I need a locker. Store some papers.
Help yourself.
No Saturdays. Your other girls can do "losers night."
- And I want one night a week for Daichi. - Fine.
I will take my number-one girl as many nights as I can get her.
- Great. - Sato-san.
Will you drive Erika-san home?
I have to stay and finish up.
Don't worry, I don't bite...
Much.
- Fine. Let's go. - That's very kind of you.
- 'Night, Erika-san. - 'Night, Mama-san.
IS THIS A REBELLION AGAINST SOCIETY...
OR IS IT A CRY FOR HELP?
This is Adelstein.
I'm sending in my motorcycle gang article now.
- Hello! - It's me.
Would you like to come over?
- Hi. - Hi.
I saw one of your articles in yesterday's paper.
Yeah?
It was very good.
Thanks.
I wanted to call you after you came about the Yoshino, but...
it wasn't safe.
Yeah, I figured. That's why I stayed away.
I haven't seen or heard from him in months
and his men do not seem concerned with me anymore.
You know this is a really bad idea, right?
Yes.