Nameless Poison (Na mo Naki Doku / 名もなき毒)

Do you see a familiar face in this picture?

I have a feeling she was nice to me...

He says there's a rumor going around.

About a student who hit someone with his bicycle.

Student?

There was a hit-and-run bicycle accident here recently...

Watch out!

So this is how I'm going to die... That thought flashed across my mind.

It's like suddenly getting poisoned by someone you don't know.

A senseless death. There is such a thing in this world.

At that time, no one noticed the call coming in

on my phone which I had left on mute.

That was the first contact from the very important person

who held the key to this case.

Episode 4 "Father and Mother are criminals... A Mysterious Threatening Call from the Perpetrator"

Contusion?

Shiina-chan, you didn't notify my wife, did you?

That's all you've been saying ever since you were being transported.

You must love your wife very much.

It's just that she'll be on her back rather than me.

- Are you all right? - Yeah.

What about that bicyclist?

- The one who hit you? - Yeah.

He's being questioned by the policeman now.

Poor guy.

Poor guy?

Sugimura-san, are you really all right?

Shiina-chan. Earlier, when the bicycle hit me,

I seriously thought I was going to die.

My family's faces flashed in my mind.

Even though my injuries are so minor.

So I understood a little bit of the regret Kajita-san must have felt.

But at the same time,

I think the person who hit him must've seen hell for a brief second.

I guess, but... he shouldn't have run after hitting.

The hit-and-run culprit must be suffering from his guilty conscience.

I don't know about that.

I'm sure he is.

Having gone through it myself,

I'm convinced.

You're too soft-hearted.

Yeah, I get told that a lot.

Sugimura-san!

What an awful thing to happen.

About the fliers, the office manager said he'll pass out the rest.

Thank you for taking care of everything.

No, no, not at all.

It's a relief you didn't get hurt badly.

When Kajita-san got hit,

his arms and legs were stretched out like a broken doll,

and he was bleeding too. There was

a woman who even fainted at the sight.

I thought we'd have to call for another ambulance.

- Did you take her to the hospital? - No.

She somehow managed to get up on her own and went into the condo.

Although she was as pale as a sheet, as if all blood was drained from her.

I wonder if she's a resident. Would you happen to know her name?

I didn't even ask her, and

it's not like I know all the residents.

Number Withheld Number Withheld

Mama? I'm heading home now, but

don't be shocked, okay?

I'm fine. It's okay, I'm fine.

I'm all right. Look, I came home by myself.

Momo. Momo, I'm okay.

Papa's all right. I'll read you a storybook today, okay?

There's this word called "gyoukou." (good fortune)

This happiness isn't something that's guaranteed to last forever,

but good fortune brought on by chance.

I can't apologize enough.

We really want to apologize to you too, Mrs. Sugimura.

Please have a seat and stop apologizing so much.

It wasn't Satomi-san and Riko-san's fault. Right?

I was taken away by an ambulance, but

they're really minor injuries.

When Riko told me, my heart nearly stopped.

You were reminded of your father, weren't you?

I'm sorry.

- Good morning. - Momo, you're up.

Momoko, aren't you going to greet the guests?

- Hello. - She's so cute!

- How old is she? - Momoko, how old are you?

- 4 years old. - You're so cute.

- Momo-chan must take after her mama, huh? - We've been told that a lot.

Some say she takes after her grandfather.

- That wouldn't so... - Momo, come here.

What a lovely cup.

- You really have good taste. - Really? Thank you.

Mrs. Sugimura's a very unpretentious and sweet lady.

- Although it might be rude of me to say that. - Not at all. Thank you.

It's nice to be complimented by a young person.

This is really a fantastic condo.

That elevator's only for people coming here, right?

Ah yes. We've been living here for 8 years now, but

every time I use it, I still feel apologetic.

Still? That's hilarious.

Momoko-chan's been living in a lovely house like this since she was born.

I'm so jealous. When I'm reborn,

- I'd like to be a child of a family like this... - Papa, look at the flowers they gave us.

They're beautiful. Thank you.

That's why I told you, Onee-chan.

We should've gotten a bigger bouquet. I feel sorry for the vase.

Oh, that's the famous crystal from France...

Riko, you've been chattering away all by yourself and acting like a child.

That's because everything I see is lovely...

- Fine. I won't look at anything anymore. - That's okay, Riko-san.

Please make yourself at home. We're glad you came.

I know, right?

Is this your wedding picture?

- Yes. - The wedding dress is to die for.

It's definitely different from my sister's.

Satomi-san, your wedding preparation's going smoothly, right?

- Yes, more or less. - This is the most enjoyable time, right?

- Is it? - Sure, it is. I'd do it again if I could.

Hamada-san, her fiancé, is a handsome guy too.

- Is that right, Satomi-san? - No, he's not...

They really look good together, if I do say so myself.

I would love to see your wedding pictures.

Riko-san, I bet you're happy to have a good-looking brother-in-law, huh?

Yes, really. When I met him for the first time,

I even told Onee-chan good job without thinking.

I'm sorry! Riko, that's why I told you.

It's okay, it's okay. Momo and Papa spill all the time too.

Riko-san's probably lonely.

She'll be living alone when Satomi-san gets married, right?

Probably.

Momo, can you go get the cell phone?

Hello?

Hello? May I ask who's calling?

Whoever it was hung up. The number's withheld again.

Wasn't it from, you know? Someone who saw the flier.

- Why the silence? - Maybe a prank call?

If it was a prank call, they'd hang up the phone with a thud, right?

It wasn't like that. It was a quiet click.

There wouldn't be a thud if it was a cell phone and not a home phone, right?

That's true. I thought maybe

it was from a key figure in the case.

That's just wishful thinking.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

- I'm sure that's what it is. - Right?

Oyaji-gari*?

- No, it isn't. - What? It isn't?

I got hit by a bicycle when I was passing out those fliers.

What? When you were passing out fliers on a hit-and-run accident,

- you got hit by a bicycle? - That's right.

What's this place? Is it an area where bicycles have some kind of power?

Is it a frightening place? You can't come out of there alive?

- I came out alive. - That may be true but...

- Morning. - Good morning.

Oh my God, what happened? Oyaji-gari?

Last Saturday, I went to pass out those fliers. Then...

Pardon me. Excuse me for a moment...

Hello, this is Sugimura.

Editor, you really do say everything that pops into your mind, don't you?

It's like it comes out of her mouth before she thinks.

So what? Is that bad?

No, it wasn't oyaji-gari.

Was it your wife?

I got hit by a bicycle.

Master, the tables around us...

Keep people away, right? Okay.

Sorry to keep you waiting. I'm Sugimura.

I'm Uzuki.

Pleased to meet you.

Oh, I had a minor collision with a bicycle.

I know. But that's not what I'm here to talk about today.

Metropolitan Police Department Joto Chuo Police Station Criminal Investigation Section Police Sergeant Uzuki Katsutoshi

So you're not from the Juvenile Section.

It seems you know a lot.

Sugimura-san, how are you

an involved party of this accident?

Kajita Nobuo-san was my father-in-law's personal driver.

And so Kajita-san's daughters

wanted to publish a book to capture the hit-and-run bicyclist

and asked my father-in-law for his help.

This father-in-law of yours

is the chairman of Imada Group, Imada Yoshichika, correct?

Exactly. And so my father-in-law

told me to lend a hand to Kajita-san's daughters.

Then can we think of you at the moment

as a representative of Kajita-san's bereaved family?

Yes. I think that's a fair assumption.

I'll be honest with you then.

The bicyclist who hit Kajita-san

has already been identified.

He's a student at Sanchu.

A boy in first year.

Our station received a call from Sanchu's school counselor.

Not to report the accident,

but for consultation.

Did the boy...that student

confess to that counselor?

Not specifically, apparently.

The boy must be tormented by the weight of the crime.

Probably.

So,

taking that into consideration,

it may take some time, but

they would like to work with the boy so that he can

voluntarily turn himself in to the police.