Anfea: The Answer Page #2

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Chief Kokubo!

Send me to Hokkaido!

Not my decision.

But you can make it so.

Sorry, Mikami.

I'm powerless.

Yukihira takes "domestic squabble"...

... to a new level.

Your fingerprints are all over the...

... murder weapon!

What say you to that, huh!?

Mr. Ono.

Give me a minute with her.

Sure.

We weren't told of your coming.

We would've picked you up...

... at the airport.

Tell me about Yukihira.

She's being held for questioning.

Christ, what happened?

Did you kill Kazuo Sato?

You serious?

Then why the prints?

Where'd you go yesterday?

Nowhere.

You met him?

I didn't know he was here.

Why was your cell off?

Battery died.

I called last night.

And I rang you back.

Check your calls.

I called from outside your house.

You were gone.

You met him.

I didn't kill him.

You've no alibi.

Are you tied to the Tokyo murders?

Do you mean that?

I'm afraid you're wasting your time.

As colleagues, your priorities are...

... the same.

Protecting the organization.

Who's he?

Tokyo D.A. Murakami...

... assigned to this case.

Why's a Tokyo prosecutor here?

To prevent any collusion.

What?

Calm down, Ichijo.

I'll handle the questioning from here.

Leave us.

Look, junior. I don't know you from squat.

It's you who should leave.

Inspector?

It's okay, Ichijo.

This is crap, Chief!

Don't make us look bad.

We work for justice, not you.

Come again?

Mr. Ichijo!

Don't tell him anything, Yukihira!

Take it easy!

Why'd you kill Kazuo Sato with...

... a nail gun?

You...

don't want to mess with me.

Our chief has no choice.

You're new here so you...

... wouldn't understand.

That kid will get nowhere...

... with Yukihira.

Don't move.

Yukihira's taken Murakami hostage!

Stupid D.A.'s office!

Move!

Car?

Let's go.

Open!

You drive. Hurry!

There!

Follow them!

Stop. There's one more.

Yukihira!

She's shot the tires!

Call headquarters for support now!

Put out that fire!

What's the story?

Phew, I nearly peed my pants.

You're intense.

So tell me.

If you stay here, they'll

convict you for sure.

You're well aware of how the police do that.

Create a bum rap.

Escape with me as hostage.

I've got a car.

Serious?

Of course.

I might be safer in custody.

How so?

What Sato said.

The nail killings are...

... "announced" murders.

The lead suspects become...

... the next victims.

Meaning...

I'm next.

They got to Sato.

Which means they're real close.

Could even be...

you.

What? Give me a break.

You think I could kill a person?

No way.

What now?

Run?

Or take the rap.

This is more than a psychotic killer.

Were you investigating something?

No.

Don't lie to me.

Money laundering by...

... the Hokkaido police.

Actually, I'm with a special...

... unit investigating it.

That's why you came here, right?

I think these murders are related.

How so?

The police are plotting something.

That's what I'm here to find out.

For justice...

and for the victims.

But I'm going to need your help.

Take me to where Sato was killed.

What, go back?

After making a clean getaway?

Don't be an idiot.

You an idiot or what?

Don't worry.

Nobody here will expect me...

... to return to the scene.

It's the only way we'll get any clues.

Right?

Turn around.

I need to see what the victim saw.

Sato's...

last sight before he died.

Here.

Which is which?

What?

The head.

That way.

Ms. Yukihira.

Body position?

Like this?

Yes.

Anything?

They haven't been through.

Where'd they go?

What's all this?

I prepared it for you.

The D.A. office as a whole?

Or on your own initiative.

My own.

We're all like a motley crew of rivals.

Go ahead.

He IS an idiot.

How'd he talk me into this?

Sorry, but could you turn that down?

We're looking for somebody.

Can I see your driver's license?

A crime?

Can we check the back?

Thanks for your cooperation.

We found the getaway car!

In a shed out on a ranch.

Tire tracks reveal they switched vehicles.

Send someone to identify the treads!

Current location 527-1 Otoshibe,

Esashi town.

Yukihira?

She's on the run.

Maybe Tokyo by now.

Send patrols out to places...

... they might go.

Roger.

What's that woman doing?

Why do you do that?

It helps me hear them.

The dead.

Murakami.

Yes?

Let's go.

Put your gun in the glove compartment.

What's wrong?

Being followed?

I doubt it.

That's a family.

This is?

One of my vacant buildings.

It'll be safe for a couple of days.

You must be pretty rich.

I am.

The fridge is stocked.

Clothes, too.

I need case data.

It's not on me.

Bring it.

I only have up to the first 3 victims.

I know.

I can't return to the office.

I'll bring what's at home.

There's a shower.

You should freshen up.

Who knows what's ahead?

I will.

I'll lock the door.

Call my cell if you need me.

Murakami?

Yes?

Thanks.

Welcome back.

Ms. Yukihira, the lights.

Murakami.

Yukihira!

This is all your fault!

Look who's talking.

How do you mean?

Your conceit, naivet...

... and rash behavior...

made things worse for Yukihira...

... and nearly got her killed.

This is real life, not a justice...

... fighter comic book.

Screw you. I'm serious!

Is that what you call "serious"?

Forget it. Get to a hospital.

I'll take over Yukihira.

Take her away, you mean.

I've gotta find out who that was.

Yukihira.

I want to know, too.

Get that wound tended to first.

This is nothing.

Don't you get it?

You're in the way.

You didn't even notice I...

... was tailing you.

Leave Yukihira to me.

What, trust the police?

Ms. Yukihira!

Murakami.

I appreciate all you've done for me.

But I've got to trust Ichijo.

A new hideout.

The murder victims' files.

Mr. Ichijo...

please protect her.

What now?

Is there any cop you can trust?

All the victims except Sato...

... had white skin.

Their blood was drained.

Just drained their blood.

Why do that?

Easier to carry.

They were found on their backs,

except Sato. So when the nails?

Mixed for the Tokyo victims.

Some were alive when it happened.

What about Sato?

Post-mortem.

Meaning?

The perp was either in a hurry,

or there are two of them.

One's the Tokyo serial killer.

The other...

Are you Yukihira, right?

If you believe the Monbetsu police.

Her prints are on more than...

... just the nail gun.

But I didn't do it.

Here's your mixed tripe.

If you're innocent...

then someone planted the prints,

or replaced the report results.

If we find that out...

That's me.

I could do it.

An examiner like me changes...

... everything into data these days.

Switching data is easy.

Just kidding.

Any odd internal movements?

No... not that I know of.

Sato's ties to the other victims?

He wrote about them. That's all.

What happened to Murakami?

He was going to be dismissed.

But he's son of an ex-Attorney-General,

so he's just suspended.

The police are plotting something.

Mother Nature calls.

Me, too.

Peeing together, huh?

Mikami.

What?

Run a covert DNA test for me.

Covert?

Even from those two.

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