Giri/Haji

Murder in London...

...and murder in Tokyo.

And a year after he'd buried his brother, a police detective

receives a night-time visit from a feared Yakuza,

and learns of his possible resurrection.

With secrets of his own,

haunted by his past,

he travels across the world into a strange and distant city.

With new friends...

...and new enemies...

...and an uncertain future ahead of him.

Where were you? - It's my night off. What the hell happened?

What I told you on the phone - two guys jumped the boss at the bar.

What, they were trying to kill him?

Well, they weren't stabbing him for fun!

Where were you when this was going on?

About ten metres away.

That's about eight and a half metres too far, wouldn't you say?

There was another guy.

He was just having a drink at the bar when it kicked off.

Cracked one of them over the head with his bottle.

What, just minding his own business?

Till the two fellas next to him pulled knives.

Where the hell were you?! - Jesus Christ! I was gone for five minutes.

Oh, yeah, well, he could have been killed.

Yeah, well, he wasn't. - This sort of shit gets us unwanted attention!

What if someone called the cops? - We'll deal with it!

Fucking calm down. Where's everyone now?

Abbot's getting patched up in his office. - All right.

And the two dickheads with the knives? They're still breathing?

Sort of. One's in the cellar, one's in the store cupboard.

And what about the Good Samaritan?

He's still here.

Didn't want to leave.

You're having a night.

We're just holding everyone until the police arrives.

You haven't called the police.

They'd be here by now.

Well, I could do with a drink, I don't know about anyone else.

Are you all right? - Yeah!

It's not the first time someone's tried to stab me.

It is the first time it's happened in my own bar, though.

That irks.

Hello, mate, I'm Connor Abbot.

You're going to have a whisky with me.

Donna, another special one, please.

Cheers.

You're Japanese. - Yes.

I knew it. So, what do you think of this place, like?

What it is, is I had a designer ship over all the furnishings

from Osaka specially. Weren't cheap.

Even the name - Kodawari Bar.

What does kodawari mean, Vickers?

The pursuit of perfection! - The pursuit of perfection.

I mean, you've got to love a people that have a word for that!

It is spelt wrong on these napkins. - What?!

You're kidding me.

What happened to your...

Atonement.

See? That ain't an easy thing to come by these days. Huh!

So, erm... well, 500 ought cover it, right?

500? - Cover what?

To our friend... as a show of our appreciation and of your discretion.

You don't owe me a debt.

Yeah, you saved his life, so...

You value his life at £500?

Ha... Yeah, he's got a point there, Vickers.

Just... Can I... can I talk to you?

What... what are you doing? This guy could be a problem.

Don't you realise what he is? - What?

He's Yakuza. - Er...

Come on, get the... Yakuza?

We don't know this guy.

He probably lost his finger in a fucking juicer.

My name is Yuto Mori.

I was a Yakuza contract killer in Tokyo for the Fukuhara

crime family. I know gangsters, I know how to protect them.

If you hire me, then the next time someone pulls a knife on you...

...they'll be dead,

before they have a chance to ruin your shot.

It's a good plot of land, we get it at a knock-down price, redevelop.

I'll lean on my guy in buildings regulation.

Sure. - What?

Nothing, I'll get the hard hat and high vis ready, shall I?

Trust me, this is better than running H

and extorting corner stores, or whatever you used to do.

Hey, Yuto, where can I get, like, a California roll?

Or, like, a Philadelphia roll? You ever had one of those?

I used to be a gangster, you know.

Now look at me, I'm like a glorified fucking estate agent.

This is what that Yank has done to me.

You are making money.

Yeah, but there's more to life than money, Yuto.

What's the matter? Do you know that geezer?

His name is Saburo.

His uncle and my old boss are...

...rivals in Tokyo.

You miss being a gangster?

Yeah.

Then you should be a Yakuza.

How?

What are you talking about? Halting the project?

It's just not working out, Vickers.

We're going to try something new now. - This is a key time for us.

No, I can't listen to any more bollocks about first quarters

or projected profit margins,

or whatever the fuck else it is that gives you a hard-on.

The plan has changed.

Whose plan? Huh? Whose... Fucking Pearl Harbor over here?

Who the fuck is he, even?

I don't believe this, this is ridiculous.

I'm not going to let you do this. - I'm not going to let you walk away

with my money. - Hey, hey, hey, listen.

Agh!

Is this it?

Your people?

Yes.

Will you see them when you go back?

I don't know.

I don't know what I...

...say to them.

There aren't words for everything.

No.

It's time.

Hi, door's open.

At the moment, the weapons are sitting in a shipping container

in the Kami-fucking-gumi terminal.

Don't worry about the other thing, I told you, I'll sort that out.

Ta-ra.

It's all kicking off in Tokyo.

Endo has just turned over a restaurant,

and he's sayonara'd off about ten people.

Christ, they don't hang about.

Neither do the Japanese cops.

They're sending someone over here to look for Yuto.

He's being picked up from the airport by an Eiji Watari.

Donna, I need you to go and nip this in the bud for me.

Fuck.

Yes? - Kenzo Mori?

Yeah, I'm calling from the A&E department

of University College Hospital.

I have a young man - Rodney Yamaguchi - he's been brought in

in quite a bad way. I think you might know him.

I know who you are.

I know what you're doing here, but you need to go back to Japan.

You hear me?

Do you work for Abbot?

Doesn't matter who I work for.

If you know who I am, then you know I cannot leave.

Yuto doesn't want to see you.

Does he know I'm here? I need to speak to him.

No, you need to listen to me.

I'm giving you a chance to walk away from this.

Most people don't get that. - I need to see my brother.

Ugh!

Right now, you are a problem to me

and I need you to stop being a fucking problem to me.

I'm giving you 24 hours.

You can go to the airport or you can go to the morgue.

The decision's entirely up to you.

He has bruising on the ribs and around the abdomen, a concussion,

but no swelling or bleeding on the brain showed up on the CT.

Isn't there someone else that should be here?

I don't really know the boy.

You answered the phone.

Do you need someone to take him home?

Actually, I need someone to bring him back.

He ran out on us.

But if you can't, these are his pain meds.

And look after him, will you?

Kids like Rodney come in here all the time,

until they don't.

You know what I mean?

You should get that head looked at.

Oh, great, just in time.

I have your medicine. - Shove it up your arse!

Actually, don't. Give it here.

Argh... Give it here!

Give it... OK. Thank you.

You can fuck off now.

Fuck off, please.

Fuck off!

I'm looking for my brother.

That's why I'm here.

I just found out he's probably alive

after a year of thinking he was dead.

I just...

They told me he has done something terrible.

But I don't know what to do.

And I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I didn't help you.

What would you call these walls?

Sort of Beige Cream?

Cream Beige?

Mushroom?

Mushroom Surprise?

Vanilla Mushroom?

Mushroom Cream?

Oh! Beige Spinach.

Like what you've done with the place.