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

The East Side .

Kabukicho.

City of chaos.

So where is it?

Hey, bruh.

You a boss at home, or a boss out here?

C'mon, man, you gotta be a boss somewhere, right?

Uh. Uh...

I guess at home, but I--

My man!

I get it, married life can be a grind,

and our girls don't judge.

Um, actually. I'm looking for the Pipe Cat.

Huh?

A job?

Yes.

Okay. Where is it?

Follow the paw prints and you're there.

Mrowr?

Come up and see me sometime.

Perfect, you boys are good!

Do it just like that at the show tomorrow, darlings.

Thank you!

Oh, my. Here's a face I haven't seen before.

Call me Mrs. Hudson.

Mwah!

Yes, ah, nice to meet you.

I heard that I might be able to find a detective here?

Oh.

So are we missing anybody?

Hmm... Only three made it out

'cause it's short notice.

You, darling, park those buns and relax.

Sorry, could I--

Are you thirsty? 'Cause I am just parched.

No. Actually I came here for--

--You need a drink. Right? -- Mm.

Come on, have a seat, take the edge off.

--Let's chat. -- You new in town?

Inspector Lestrade. What have we got today?

It seems, our boy is back at it.

It's Jack the Ripper.

A dead body was found in an empty condo

about an hour ago.

And we know that it was him for a fact?

Yes, this crime scene was Jack to a T.

Up until now, your department's been doing

everything in their power to keep us

away from the Jack case.

So why the change of heart?

Call it righteous rage.

We've been chasing after him for months

and people are still turning up dead.

To hell with the department pride,

I want this thing solved!

Ah...

Ward Mayor Moran.

Jack murdered his daughter six months ago,

so he has a personal interest.

After watching the police fumble the case

for so long, he's turning to us to try

and give him some closure.

These eyes of mine can't be fooled.

Well. In any case, we should get to the crime scene

before the press shows up.

What's the pay rank on this?

S with a great big cherry on top.

A cool ten mill.

After the sun has set upon the rest of the world,

our town of Kabukicho lights up in neon.

If gold and silver are what you're after,

then solve this mystery before your peers do!

This is a haven for outcasts and oddballs.

And you boys are the reason they call it

the "Detectives' Row House."

Mwah!

Now, get down on your marks.

Ten million yen to the first man who catches Jack the Ripper.

Ready...

Go!

I'm sayin' that's your whole problem, ya putz!

Right. I'll work on it.

Ahh!

Sorry...

Ah, no.

Uh.

Hey, has it started yet?

We're finally going after Jack the Ripper.

Ah! Come on!

That's the biggest case we've gotten in forever!

He said Jack?

Sir, are you Mister Holmes?

Bite your tongue.

I will not abide being mistaken for that freak!

Ah! Beg your pardon.

Now, then.

Fame and fortune and a place on the West Side await!

Huh...?

I can hear the case calling out to me.

Ladies.

Tch. Yeah, well, you better go answer it,

ya big weirdo.

Wait, is your name Sherlock Holmes?

No.

I need your help.

Sir, I'm begging you, please just hear me out!

Just give me five minutes. That's all I ask.

You're him, right?

You're the only one who can help me! Please!

Um. Boss Kaneko told me I would find you here.

Mr. Holmes?

Hey, watch where you're walking, you idiot!

Sorry.

I looked at the engine--

turns out a spark plug had come loose.

Let's talk. I can drive you.

My name is John Watson.

I work at a university hospital on the West Side,

and I need your help.

Some strange things have been happening to me lately.

You name the price.

Whatever you ask for, I'll pay it.

And how to plan to pay?

That kid!

This is Shinjuku Ward's east side.

Kabukicho.

And one step beyond these neon borders

lies the darkness.

The victim's name is Sayuri Onoue.

We found fingerprints we believe belonged to the killer,

but we ran them against our database

and didn't find a match.

-- --Good effort.

Please get out of the way.

Genitals have been removed.

Angel wings drawn in blood around the body.

It does look like Jack's work.

What would you say, four, five hours?

The current stage of rigor mortis would indicate

no less than six hours since death.

Kyogoku Fuyuto's eyes cannot be fooled.

This poor girl died far too young.

Great Buddha preserve us.

Inspector, could we see the victim's cell phone?

Bring it in.

Ahh, Mr. Holmes, please proceed.

Well, you certainly did take your time getting here.

Who are you?

I'm his driver. Hello.

Hmm.

It looks like the uterine body and cervix

have been fully extracted,

but the job wasn't done very cleanly.

Say, do you smell what I smell?

Yeah.

I'd say Bahamas.

You'd say Ba-huh?

So, who is he talking to?

Can't tell. Probably either Hatsu or Kuma.

Where is her phone?

I just handed it to Kyogoku.

Oh. Apologies.

All yours.

This condo is currently unoccupied,

and it's hard to imagine the girl came here all by herself.

She didn't have any messages instructing her

to come, either, so it seems likely that Jack brought

her up personally.

Hold on! What are you trying to pull?!

Hello, gentlemen! Welcome to the White Rose.

To make a reservation, please leave a message with

the desired date and time--

Ah! You have to quit doing things

like that, Sherlock!

It appears that the victim took off her clothes willingly.

It stands to reason that they knew each other

and agreed to meet up here.

Yeah, I'm with you.

Hah! These eyes of mine can already see

how this case is going to end!

Gentlemen.

Well, then. Friends, we have a lead to follow up on.

Where are we?

Don't get out much, I take it.

We're at the White Rose.

The biggest cabaret club in all of Kabukicho.

The owner's a former host named Masaya.

Word around town is the man personally interviews

all the girls here and then sleeps with