Matori and Kyoken: Men in the Back Alleys

Gimme.

Enjoy.

Thanks.

What the hell!

Who is that? Is he okay?

He's out of it.

He's high out of his mind.

Hey!

Sir, you need to control yourself.

Hand over the cocaine.

Not unless you have the cash for it.

Just give it to me!

Quit it and get out!

Hey!

What are you doing?

Shut the hell up!

It hurts!

That's freaky.

Should we call the police?

Or an ambulance.

Damn amateur.

Learn some restraint.

WHERE IN ROPPONGI IS THIS? THIS IS CRAZY

CAN'T BELIEVE WE CAN SEE THIS LIVE THE COMMENTS WON'T STOP LOL

THIS CLUB WILL GET CLOSED DOWN

Stimulants, narcotics, cannabis.

People who have used these drugs

are now estimated to total two million in Japan.

The number of people arrested for drug-related offenses

is as many as 14,000 yearly.

Igarashi is the guy who got nabbed for marijuana before, right?

And then cocaine and meth.

What a stereotypical scumbag.

It's horrible what he did to that woman.

I feel sorry for the bereaved families

when people like this kill someone and get a light sentence

due to impaired mental capacity.

That's absolutely unacceptable!

Don't get mad at me.

That said, if that Mad Dog finds out about this case,

things will get out of hand quickly.

Excuse me, which division are you from?

I'm not with the police.

Well, that's a problem. Did no one stop you from coming in?

Only authorized personnel are...

I'm Kurosaki, a narcotics agent.

Excuse us, sir.

According to eyewitnesses, he collapsed right after inhaling the cocaine.

So the drug caused his death.

What?

Why are you here?

To investigate, obviously.

The NCD can sit this one out.

Not as long as cocaine is involved.

This was a serial stabbing.

The perpetrator died due to an overdose, so the police get jurisdiction.

You've got to cuff them while they're still alive, you know.

Then get this over with quickly,

police mutt.

Get lost,

Ministry mutt.

Let the police handle this, dumb-ass.

Igarashi, you bastard!

Causing all this mess.

What if they start investigating us too?

Hey.

Oh, are you the Mr. Jellyfish who contacted me?

Yes.

0.2 of speed, right? First time offer. Let's go with ten.

Ten? You mean 10,000 yen?

You're a kid.

Are you an idiot?

Kids shouldn't be buying speed.

Listen up.

You try this just once and there's no going back.

Your family, your friends…

You'll lose them all.

Why is a dealer lecturing me?

Shut it.

Go eat a hamburger, kid. Then get fat and sleep!

Wait.

Crap, what am I doing?

Can't do math 'cause you never went to high school?

Piece of shit.

I'm sorry.

But two million per month is a bit much.

Don't speak.

Sorry.

I told you not to speak!

Come on now.

Enough with the overacting.

I guess you just can't forget the good ol' acting days, huh?

You know what, fine.

I'll give you a scene to act.

Go on. Drink this.

What? But…

- That's… - Ready?

Action.

Please let me off.

There.

Ready?

Action.

Good stuff, huh?

That's a good expression for a washed-up former actor.

Let's get another angle next, yeah?

What's with those eyes?

Did you forget who gave your debt-ridden ass some work?

It was me.

You've been knee-deep in crime all this time.

Don't start thinking you can escape.

Two days!

Get me the rest of the money.

Go sell an eyeball or a kidney if you have to!

What? You got a problem?

No, sir.

Hey, come out!

Quiet!

I'm here to collect.

Don't be so loud.

If you don't pay up, I'm going to lose my damn organs!

- Get in. - What?

Get in!

It stinks!

Keep this open!

- Stop! - What?

God knows who's watching and from where.

Guys from all over are trying to get me dead.

This again?

You're just being paranoid.

No.

Just the other day, there was a sniper aiming for me from across the river.

You would be dead already if that was true.

Why would a sniper go after a homeless old man like you?

Don't change the topic.

I didn't.

Forget all that.

You did bring it, didn't you?

Here.

It's ice, not speed.

Ice, huh?

Hey!

Pay up for this month first.

What?

Hey, this is nowhere near enough.

Take any valuables.

What?

Like what?

Valuables?

Wait, you have a son?

That? Just throw it away for me.

Chiaki…

Takeru!

Can I even get anything for this?

Where's Kurosaki when we need him?

He hasn't checked in, as per usual.

- Screw that! - Why are you yelling at me?

I know where Igarashi got the cocaine.

You went off on your own again?

You can't just be biting at everything.

That's why they call you Mad Dog!

He's just a stray dog with a sharp nose.

What's the address?

Room 203, Yuzuki Apartments, 3-Chome, Nerima City.

They're probably just cogs in the machine, anyway.

Mr. Inaba, the cogs will lead us to the machine.

What does that mean?

I shouldn't have to tell you,

but for our pride as the NCD, don't let the police get ahead of us!

Yes, sir!

Mr. Kyonosuke, I finished 40 bags.

- Is that enough for the 0.1 net bags? - Yes.

Make 20 bags of one gram gross next.

Okay.

Hey, hands off the merchandise!

Relax, I paid for it.

Want some?

I don't use it. I just sell it.