Chime

Careful with the salt.

- Huh? - Add any more and it'll be too salty.

That's plenty.

Got it.

Chop the onions roughly.

That's it, roughly is fine.

That's really good, no need to keep going.

Tashiro?

- Yes? - Don't chop them too fine.

- Why? - They'll release too much water.

Oh, I see.

They're a bit overdone, but that's okay.

Can you hear it?

That sound.

Sound?

The chime.

It's like a scream.

But not human.

- Is it a dog outside? - No.

I can't say for sure, but...

it's a chime.

It's a message for me.

What's it saying?

Can't you hear it?

No. Carry on cooking.

I'm not here to learn to cook.

I just wanted a distraction.

I wrote that on the application form! You read it, right?

Tashiro, won't you join in with the rest of us?

No, I'm fine on my own.

Okay, back to work. The cassoulet is almost done.

- Why did he want to know that? - I've no idea.

Mr. Matsuoka?

One of your students, Tashiro, asked for your address.

We didn't tell him.

- Is that okay? - Yes.

Tashiro's a bit odd, isn't he?

He takes things too far.

- He says strange things. - He's okay otherwise.

You really think so?

I have confidence in my sense of taste.

I wouldn't say my parents were foodies,

but I noticed I had a sharp palate at an early age.

Over the summer, I sometimes made myself meals to my own taste.

Oeuf mayo, hachis parmentier, poireaux vinaigrette and côte d'agneau.

That's when I was in elementary school.

That's amazing.

I'm not stubbornly attached to my tastes.

Tastes change with the times.

It's not about my palate.

Giving the customers what they want?

I'm your man!

That's good to know.

My French cuisine is unique, but I can put that aside

and devote myself to Bistro en Ville.

I see. I'll pass that on to the owner.

By the way, if you come and work for us,

will you continue teaching?

I'll give it up.

At the last interview, you said you took pride in that work.

I'm not really sure why I said that.

I don't know what possessed me.

Score the bread with a knife to allow the gas to escape.

The pattern is up to you.

Look at this.

It has a wheat sheaf design.

- Shall we get started? - Okay.

Don't stab it, just cut gently.

Mr. Matsuoka?

Yes?

Did you know?

Half of my brain...

it's been replaced.

I had a scar on my neck after the surgery, but it's gone now.

There's a machine in my head.

It's there to control me.

It responds to the chime.

But half of my brain is still the same,

so I still have a rational mind.

Is that so? I see.

You don't believe me.

I'll show you the machine.

I'll take it out.

Get a doctor!

So you didn't notice anything odd about Tashiro today?

No, it's just like we told you.

I see.

But, well...

He was such an odd person.

It wasn't just today.

How do you mean "odd?"

He kept saying he could hear something in his head.

Odd things like that.

Ah, I see what you mean.

Mr. Matsuoka?

- Yes? - I'm Detective Otsuki.

- What happened was terrible. - Yes.

- May I ask you a few questions? - Sure.

Has anything like this ever happened here before?

No, never. This isn't that sort of place.

I guess not.

However...

Has anyone ever become enraged

or overwhelmed with sadness while cooking?

Anything like that?

Quite the reverse.

People come here to calm their negative emotions.

Looking at the ingredients, touching them,

and savoring the taste calms you down.

So we feel fine even with dangerous things lying around.

- So that's how it is? - Yes.

For you as well?

Yes, me too.

Thank you.

- Welcome home. - Thanks.

- Ready for dinner? - Sure.

I think it went well today.

What did?

That job interview.

Oh really? That's good.

Things are looking up.

Sorry about that.

- Let's eat. - Yeah.

Thank you.

Are you still in that club?

Huh?

Yeah.

It's great to have a passion.

Don't overdo it though.

Insert the knife at the joint, here.

Then cut along the pelvis.

It comes off easily.

That's it.

Do I have to?

Yes.