Miss Sherlock (ミス・シャーロック)

- Doing OK? - Yes.

Tell me! Who's behind this?!

Tell me! Who's behind this?!

Here, how's this?

Looks good.

It's perfect.

It was so nice of you to help.

You actually made most of it...

- I'm glad I could help. - You did.

Oh, my friend is coming later today to see Sherlock for advice.

- Would you tell her? - Sure.

Thanks again!

Here comes breakfast!

Nope.

Just make me a coffee.

I made this breakfast as thanks for letting me stay here.

I don't want it.

I cooked the rice in a pot.

I even went to the fish market at 5 am,

yet you still don't want it?

- Read this. - What is it?

Rules for living here.

"Don't make breakfast."

"Make coffee with water heated to 82 degrees Celsius."

Hey, hey! There are too many rules!

You're free to leave.

Sherlock, my friend is early. May she see you now?

Oops. I forgot.

Someone's coming.

Um...you're still eating?

It's two portions.

Excuse me.

What an unusual room.

- You must be Sherlock. - Correct.

I wasn't expecting you to be so cute.

- Her personality sucks. - Have a seat.

Are you familiar with Saneatsu Kishida?

An early 1900s Western-style painter.

Correct.

A later painting of his.

"Sachiko"

It was a Silver Anniversary gift from my husband from 20 years ago.

Mr. Maibara was an antiques dealer.

He found it while cleaning out a client's warehouse.

What a wonderful anniversary gift!

Far from it.

It was the first and final present he ever gave me.

Because it was so unlike him, he died soon after.

Still, I've treasured it for the last 20 years.

I've turned down all requests to borrow it.

Then the Gables Museum of Arts director came.

He begged to borrow it for a special exhibition.

You agreed for the first time?

Yes.

But then...

Two days ago...

A man went right before closing time.

Somebody, help!

Stop!

Stop now!

Whoa! Are you OK?

Call an ambulance!

Hey, stay with me! Hey!

Did he die?

He's at the hospital, unconscious...

Who is this culprit?

I don't even know his name.

No driver's license, wallet, or cell phone.

Why did he deface the painting?

The police have no idea.

But you might be able to find out.

One thing's for sure.

He was just following orders from the real culprit.

What?

THE MYSTERY OF SACHIKO'S MUSTACHE

Picasso, Delacroix, Mark Rothko--there's cases of these historic paintings being vandalized also.

Usually by frustrated would-be artists.

Hoping to gain notoriety in the art world by vandalizing with their own signature or message.

But our guy didn't have any form of identification.

So his identity wouldn't be revealed even when caught.

He wanted to remain anonymous.

So, the true culprit is still out there.

I see.

Mrs. Maibara, please accept my apologies.

You'll be compensated...

Just stop.

The real issue is the lack of security.

If you had more guards this wouldn't have happened.

What else can I say...

This way.

Follow me.

Thoughts?

Impressive mustache.

Notice anything strange recently?

I don't know if it's strange.

A man came to see me three days ago.

He wanted to buy the painting.

Gallery Gelder. Keisuke Yanagisawa.

I'll pay any price you name.

Please consider my offer.

I beg you!

He'd pay the asking price?!

Then what happened?

I turned him down, of course.

This painting belongs with me.

So it was defaced with a mustache the next day.

May I come in?

Mrs. Maibara, this is Mr. Kuwabata, the art restorer.

It means a lot to me.

Please restore it.

I assure you he'll do an excellent job.

- I'll do my absolute best. Let's go. - OK.

His condition remains unchanged.

I wonder why he did it.

Did he target "Sachiko" or was it just bad luck?

No personal belongings. Any accessories?

Accessories? Not that I'm aware of.

"5-3"?

It was faint, but 5-3 was on the back of his hand.

I didn't notice a thing.

Of course not. You look but don't observe.

It's probably not relevant.

5-3 is the painting's location.

"Room 5"

"Kishida"

He wrote a memo to be sure.

He was ordered to deface "Sachiko"

by the real culprit.

It was targeted!

Let's meet the gallery owner.

He might know something.

Sorry, I have to go to counseling.

The medical corps recommends it to volunteers.

What a waste of time.

That can't fix your problems.

Hey, hey, hey!

That's mine! There's so much here, eat your own!

How many did you even order? No! I wanted that!

Here you are.

I've been waiting.

I heard about that.

So the owner was drowning in debt.

I don't know the details.

Something about the drop in the art market's value.

Everyone was talking about it.

Inspector Reimon, the owner committed suicide over his debt.

Let's head back for now.

OK.

Thank you.

Why are you here?

That's my line.

Did something happen?

The owner was found dead last night.

Keisuke Yanagisawa?

How come you know?

The body was found there. I'll send you photos.

Shibata, fill her in.

A man who was on the phone in front of this entrance witnessed the body falling to the ground.

That was last night at 10:32 pm.

The witness stayed here at this entrance until police arrived.

He didn't see anyone leave.

They searched the area, parking lot to roof.

Nothing suspicious.

Got it.

Are you even listening?

The door was locked. Keys were on the desk.

The window was open.

Traces of sleeping pills were in his system.

A staff member said Yanagisawa had a huge debt.

Couldn't sleep without pills due to nerves.

He committed suicide by jumping out the window.

This isn't a case for our homicide division.

Let's go back to the station.

The keys to the room.

How can you be sure?

Anyone can tell. The other key is for his BMW.

The room has a PR cylinder lock.

This key fits a U9.

Similar, but different.

Try it.

What?!

Wrong key.

Someone left a dummy key here and locked the room from outside.

Yanagisawa may have been forced to take the pills.

Stradivarius

Watch out!

Yanagisawa's office is right below us.

A straight fall down to where he landed.

Yes.

He could have been pushed over from here.

Find something?

Hm...?

Why go to the trouble of taking him up to the roof?

Plus, there was no one up on the roof at the time.

Inspector, I need to ask you a favor.

Yes?

Have you heard about the defaced painting?

The culprit's in the hospital.

He had a pierced ear.

But there was no earring.