Case File N° 221: Kabukicho (歌舞伎町シャーロック)

Mary!

Lucy!

Help me out!

Somebody got sick!

This way!

Moriarty?

"Men's Bathroom"

"Men's Bathroom" Yup. Yup. Yeah.

"Men's Bathroom" Take care of it.

"Men's Bathroom"

"Men's Bathroom" James-sama!

That's...

When a single flower blooms on the bloodstained stage, your hopes will be shattered into dust.

That's what the bomber said in his message, right?

The bombs in the lunches were a game set by Moriarty.

That car was Albert's real target.

But what was Moran's hope?

The car that was bombed belonged to Richard D. Godain.

Moran was only able to remain a Ward Mayor

because of his backing and incredible influence.

So what?

Now that Godain's kicked the bucket, Moran can't be mayor anymore?

Yup. That's right.

I don't know how much of what Moriarty said is true,

but we need to hear it from him personally.

Lestrade's here.

He may know where Moriarty is.

Sherlock! John!

If you find something, let me know.

I need to talk to Hudson.

It's okay, right?

Of course.

And thus the Grand Guignol reached its end at the hands of Albert Trevor!

Damn it! Damn it all!

"Moriarty Savors" Damn it! Damn it all!

"Moriarty Savors" Fine. Contact me when you know more.

Godain-sama died instantly.

Let's hold a press conference before the media finds out.

The information from the scene is still chaotic

and the police are still putting things together at the station.

Hey, it's on the way.

Can we stop at home real quick?

We won't be able to go home for a while, I bet.

Get back!

Out of the way!

Inspector! Inspector Lestrade!

John!

Mary-san!

--What's wro-- --John!

I need your help!

You're safe.

No luck. The communicator isn't working.

We're getting in touch with everybody.

We know Kobayashi's on his way, but--

You don't know where Lucy is.

How'd you know?

I'll be right back.

Welcome home.

I'm glad you're safe.

Thanks.

I think Dad and I will be at the police station for a while.

Can you get him a change of clothes?

Understood.

James-sama!

We're so glad you're safe!

Thanks.

James-sama?

What are you doing?

Oh, well...

Dad said he wanted me to get some documents.

But he said to let no one into this room.

Why did he go after me?

He's clearly interested in attention.

It's unlikely he has any personal hatred of you.

Who is it?

Carlyle.

She wants to talk about James.

Get the press conference ready.

I'll send someone to get you immediately.

So she put transmitters on all the detectives?

Yes. The stupid-looking badges on your shirts.

Was she trying to steal the glory for herself?

Does that mean she's going after Albert?

Maybe. Maybe not.

Why put transmitters on us?

When this job came, Moriarty wanted everybody in the row house on it.

Did he?

But what of it?

Actually, is James okay?

Put it on speaker.

Okay.

Hello?

James! You're safe!

I'm so glad.

"James" Huh? Sherlock hasn't told you yet?

Of course I'm safe.

This whole thing was my doing.

What is he talking about?

Lucy's with Albert, right?

Smart!

You're the only one I can have fun with, Sherlock!

Let's talk again soon.

Follow this.

Quickly!

What? What? Follow what?

Fifty million!

-You're in a hurry, huh, Sherlock?

--If this is a waste of time, you owe me big. --You're in a hurry, huh, Sherlock?

--I'm borrowing this. --Oh, did you think you could fool Mrs. Hudson?

--I'll go, too. --Oh, did you think you could fool Mrs. Hudson?

--I want to talk to him alone. --Hello?

But...

Please, Hudson.

Hey, Moriarty.

What's wrong?

Answer me!

Carl--

James!

Moriarty, you're there, right?

James, you...

Don't worry. It's just a muscle relaxant.

Hey, what are you doing?

-Sorry, Sherlock. I'm busy.

--What are you after? --Sorry, Sherlock. I'm busy.

You know the answer to that.

Hang on a second.

This whole study's in such bad taste.

Tell me the code to the safe.

That's right.

You're scared.

Of me.

You figured it out before anyone.

That the real me was empty.

Let's say the heart is a tea pot.

Everybody fills that pot with conscience and morals,

and takes good care of it.

But my tea pot has a hole in it.

No matter how much conscience my parents and teachers pour into it...

...it all just leaks out the bottom.