Man from Reno Page #4

- And what did you say? - He should

call the police, but he didn't listen.

He didn't sound like himself.

He sounded like...

Wait.

You knew him before this?

- Hitoshi? - Yeah.

- I've known him for many years.

- How? - Steven Luft.

We've done many programs

for the Luft Foundation,

all thanks to Hitoshi.

He was Mr. Luft's driver.

Who are you?

Why are you following me?

Excuse me, sir.

May I help you? Hey!

I'm sorry, sir.

He just barged in.

That's all right, Pedro.

You can go now.

I'd ask you why you're here,

but I think I have a good idea.

Quite a mess you've made.

Yes, yes, quite a mess.

Two men dead in the space of

a week all because of turtles?

Did you know that

in the 15th century

Carthusian monks used to heal their

infected wounds with moldy bread?

Which was 500 years

before penicillin.

A lot of hassle for a folk

remedy and a lot of money.

A lot of money? I've got money.

Can't take it with you.

And unless you've suddenly

become official wildlife ranger,

I think this is a little bit outside of your

jurisdiction, you know what I'm saying?

Maybe, but I've got you

for obstruction of justice.

Do you really expect

me to believe

you didn't recognize

your own chauffeur?

All right, you got Hitoshi.

So what's he been telling you?

Not much.

He's dead.

Dead?

How'd it happen?

It looks like a suicide,

but I don't buy it.

Why do you think I had

something to do with it?

Oh, no. You thought he ripped

you off, which gives you

a damn good motive, but no.

I don't think your boys here

would be up to the task.

The chains on the door,

that means somebody's in there.

The man who showed up at

the drop was an impostor,

an impostor who thought

he was gonna walk away

with a fortune in cash,

but instead Hitoshi offered him these.

The real courier

didn't want money,

just a new life for himself

and his girlfriend.

Worthless paper to our impostor.

- So, who's this impostor?

- I don't know. That's why I'm here.

Well, I certainly don't know.

But I think you might be

able to help me find him.

- Pull over here, please?

- All right, so what do you want me to do?

Did you receive a phone call

on the night of the exchange?

Yes.

- From Hitoshi? - Yes.

- What did he say?

- That the price had doubled.

He had a gun to his head.

What did you say?

Well, I told him to f*** off.

I thought he'd sh*t himself

and come running home.

He deserved more credit than that.

Hitoshi turned out

to be a damn fine detective,

laying low tracking down

your cargo, but in the process

he stumbled on something

- bigger than all this.

- Which is?

The impostor.

He's done it before.

Kills someone,

steals their life.

All right. What do you

want me to do?

Call Hitoshi's phone.

Tell the man you'll pay.

- We tried that this morning.

- What did he say?

- He let them go.

- Let them go?

Yeah. He let them go.

There's a half a million dollars' worth

of turtle swimming around

in San Francisco Bay

at this very moment.

- That doesn't make any sense.

- No, it doesn't make any sense, right?

You know what he said to me?

He said he'd found

a more interesting way to make

his fortune. That make any sense?

What the f***'s

all this about, Paul?

Sheriff, I know something.

Meet me at my hotel

as soon as you can.

Os... Osamu.

Aki... Akira.

Akira?

Ah...

Oh... ah!

In her native Japan,

Aki Akahori has evolved

from popular writer

to bona fide legend

since she retired from the

public eye early last year.

Miss Akahori earned the nickname

the J.D. Salinger of Japan

and is currently enjoying

a critical reappraisal

of her work.

- You order a book, sheriff?

- Yeah. Thanks.

Sheriff.

Tell me how it ends.

Alleged sightings

of Miss Akahori

are hotly debated

on the internet.

Speculation on her whereabouts

has since become a fixture

of japanese tabloids.

Paparazzi photos like these

seem to indicate that

she now lives a quiet life

somewhere in

Northern California.

Hello!

I'm looking for a photographer.

Kaisuji Ono.

Yeah.

That's me.

You take this picture?

You like mystery books, right?

Excuse me?

Sorry, man.

Don't know where she is.

- Is she in some trouble?

- A lot of people are looking for her.

How is it you're the only one

who seems to be able to find her?

Just luck, I guess.

- My only talent.

- Mind coming down here for a second?

- Sure.

- Wait. Just stay right there.

Can you take off

your sunglasses, please?

Why?

I'd just like to see you

with your sunglasses off.

- I'll come down.

- Wait! Wait!

I shot my dearest

friend in his back

And I watched him die

upon the railroad track

And still I feel no shame

For taking up his claim

Because his soul

Is with the angels tonight

His angel follows me

wherever I go

His angel watches me

This I know

And when they lay me

in the ground

It will be shown that I go down

Because his soul

Flies with the angels tonight

Oh yes, the angels

Watch over me

Waiting for the day

When they will see

My body stretched out

Upon the ground

And my soul

Forever devil-bound

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