Giri/Haji

As the dust settles,

one life is saved and one is lost.

Old enemies settle old scores,

while a gangster plans his revenge.

Two detectives sit in silence.

And a girl makes a connection.

A lie is uncovered and consequences made clear.

A favour is asked.

And a woman is set on a dangerous path.

Another drink, monsieur?

I think they're closing. - Nonsense.

George? Two more, please, over here.

Please?

Oh!

Well, there's a place around the corner and it's open til 6:00.

My mother told me nothing good ever happens after 2:00am.

Well, your mother never met a Rodney.

A fact for which I'm grateful every day. - I'm not trying to hit on you.

I know. - I'm really not. - No, I know!

You've tried to shag everyone else in here. - It's insulting.

We're friends, aren't we?

I'm knocking it on the head.

Oh, come on! Don't do that.

That's your problem, Rodney, don't know how to go home.

You mean when. - No.

Hey! Hey-hey-hey-hey! Hey! Happy hour, happy hour!

That's a very bad idea.

So was killing yourself.

This is excellent coffee.

Thanks. It's from a place around the corner.

They grind the beans for you. It's...

You know, it costs a bit more, but I think it's worth it.

I'm sorry about your dad.

He was a good man.

Deserving of better sons, I think.

It's OK, I was watching him.

I didn't try and run away. - I don't care.

If I'm not with you, you stay in your room with the door locked!

The British police want to see me today.

He's saying I should take Taki with me.

That's actually not a bad idea.

I can tell them your English is atrocious. - Huh!

She can be your...

Translator.

See?

So... our detective got shot in Tokyo.

Meanwhile, we've got this guy...

...at the gunfight... in Soho.

We believe...

...that he murdered this man...

...Saburo Endo, a Japanese national, in London.

He asks if you have sent them to Interpol. - Yeah.

We're waiting to hear back from them.

The information we have on Saburo is that he's a known relative

of a known Yakuza boss in Tokyo called Shin Endo.

Endo's a suspect in a number of violent incidents recently,

possibly including the one that injured my detective in Japan.

Shin Endo is just a suspect in those crimes,

but they don't think it's because someone killed his nephew.

So, a Yakuza boss's nephew's murdered

and the suspect turns up in a Soho turf war

between Connor Abbot and the Albanians.

There has to be some connection, wouldn't you agree?

The Yakuza have no interest in London.

Well, things change.

How are you enjoying the course?

He likes the course.

Hm? - Mm.

I thought it might be a bit basic for a detective of your rank.

See, we were expecting a junior crime-scene investigator.

Um...

He got ill suddenly.

Well, it's good of you to sit through all the lectures.

I mean, you know, with your English being so bad.

Do you deal with the Yakuza in Tokyo?

Yes.

This must all seem very close to home for you, then, eh?

Your boss knows there's a connection,

but he hasn't got there yet.

But he will.

He'll find out who Yuto is, he'll find out he's your brother.

You're running out of time, Kenzo.

Japan is a death sentence for Yuto.

The British police? They'll end up sending him back, anyway.

But just to let him go...

He killed someone.

It is my responsibility as a policeman to make him see justice.

But my responsibility as a brother to keep him safe.

I can't do both.

Is she OK?

I've never seen my dad hug anyone, until my daughter was born.

I honestly didn't know he knew the words, "I love you"

until he met her.

They adored each other.

And she didn't get to say goodbye.

That's my fault.

Maybe it's not too late.

We were worried about you after hearing the news.

I lost most of my men.

Police seized my bar, my house. My bank accounts have been frozen.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I've been in worse situations, don't worry.

Um... I think we should talk about phase two.

Phase two? - Yeah. With my help, you've gained a stronghold in Tokyo.

Um... London's pretty much fucked right now.

Er... it's time for me to come over there, as discussed.

Oh, yes, Mr Abbot.

What do you know of my culture?

I know it's an untapped market, a billion-dollar industry.

That's my business. What do you know of my culture?

You know absolutely nothing of my culture.

You know absolutely nothing of my world.

Your assistance is greatly appreciated by all of us,

but there was never a place for you here.

Yuto Mori lied to you.

Now, you listen to me, you old bastard. We had a deal...

Goodbye, Mr Abboto.

What the...?

Oh!

We are going to the sea!

Thank you very much. No.

Oh!

Fuck off!

What in God's name is happening?

Taki's grandfather passed away.

We're going to the seaside to honour him.

Couldn't you have just honoured him in the pub? - He loved the sea.

Fine.

Last time I saw you, you'd just been blown up. How did that all pan out?

I didn't die. - Fabulous.

I have three questions about your car - did you lose a bet,

can I drive, and does she have a radio?

No, no and yes!

Stop!

Taki, I require you.

Where are we? Annie, your future bride, the very girl of your dreams.

Don't run away. - Hello? - Buzz us in, you slut.

Hm. Hello. Hello.

Um... we were just passing through and were wondering

if you want to go for a drink this week?

I can certainly make myself free.

She can certainly make herself free. That's what we like to hear.

Also, side note, do you have any...? - Babe.

I have one rule for leaving the city,

and that is never to do it with a clear head.

That's your one rule for everything, isn't it?

You owe me. - Always and forever. - OK, let's go.

Bye.

Are you ready now? Yes. Let us bring light to the provinces.

Ah!

Yuto needs to get something from the car.

OK.

Thank you.