Tokyo Vice

These things will stop a bullet?

No.

They will not shoot you in a public place.

What a relief.

These are for knives.

Great.

When we sit down with them,

you're gonna order a black coffee.

What's this guy's rank?

Speak as little as possible. Let them do the talking.

Um, okay, did everyone practice their assignment?

all: Yes.

Uh, Mrs. Morimoto, how about you go first?

Hello. - Hello.

Is this Mr. Adelstein? - Speaking.

This is Mrs. Morimoto. I was won--

Wondering.

Wondering if you come to dinner tonight.

- We would love to. - Okay.

Thank you very much. Okay, that's it for today.

I'll see you guys next week.

Arigato gozaimashita.

Hai.

Hey, Jake!

- Oh! - Hey!

What's up? I thought you were going home.

I am. Just got done packing.

Hey, if this don't work out,

come to Austin and say hi.

- I will. - All right.

Huh? Oh.

Hai.

Hai.

Hai.

You wish to be a crime reporter in Japan.

Why?

My father is a coroner,

and he took me to crime scenes,

showed me bodies, murder files.

I found trying to reason what actually happened

from forensic evidence fascinating.

Your written Japanese is excellent.

Thank you.

So how do you explain this?

I did not pay close enough attention.

Even with what you missed, your score was high.

The Tokyo "Meicho Shimbun" has 12 million readers a day,

the greatest newspaper in Japan,

the best newspaper in the world.

No foreigner has worked here ever.

I understand.

I'm not your friend,

so you're about a thousand hours too early

in this relationship to call me Emi.

As your superior and your senpai,

you will pay me the courtesy of using Maruyama-san.

Are we clear?

Yes, totally.

You think because you're a foreigner,

the rules are different?

Not in this company and not with me.

Huh?

Kanpai! all: Kanpai!

Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh.

Hey, Jake!

What?

Mos-sad.

Everyone here thinks you're a spy for the Israelis.

Mos-sad.

I'm from Mos-souri.

Okay, James Bond.

These guys are all in.

Super hard-core.

She's gotta pour drinks all night?

Yeah, that's fucked up.

How much did you study for the test?

For the entrance exam, how much did you study?

- Who studied? - You had to study?

Who's that guy?

Miyamoto.

Prostitution, weapons.

Badass.

They say he loves chickens.

Chicks.

Chicks?

Yeah.

Not chickens?

Trust me.

The dead body by the bridge.

The home address is in the number one report.

Write it up, 500 characters, end of day.

Hai. Hai.

Hai.

Hai.

- - I'm sorry, I-- - I don't mean to get you in trouble.

I can take care of myself, thank you.

- I just think-- - You don't get to think.

You will follow the rules

and write what you are told to write,

like everyone else, or you will be gone.

No, I'm not gonna regurgitate

the police report word for word.

- Regurgitate? - Yeah, that's not reporting.

So what did you do?

Oh, I went to the stabbed guy's house,

and, uh, I went through his mail.

What are you gonna do, call the mail police?

- Maybe. - Did you find anything?

There were bunch of overdue bills from a loan company.

So the guy was clearly in debt to this company.

I copied down the logo, the address.

You recognize this logo?

both: Nope.

I went to the address, and there was nothing there.

Like, the loan company was gone.

- So no story? - After all.

Not a complete story but a beginning of a story,

so I wrote it up, handed it in...

Got wrung out for not copying down

word for word a fucking--

Miyamoto-san. Jake.

I'm a crime reporter for the "Meicho," and, uh--

No, no, I-- can I buy you a drink?