I've got two ready to receive money from the scams,
and for withdrawing the cash, there's...
Who hired you?
Doesn't matter.
I'll pay double whatever the person who hired—
So you can make a face like that, too?
We've been awaiting your arrival.
Welcome to Hotel Inhumans.
Not human; like a monster
Lacking human kindness or weakness
Ruthless; cruel
Inhuman
I need this suit replaced.
A bulletproof suit from the Macaulay Company, correct?
If you'll permit us to take that one, we'll prepare a new—
Oh. Sorry.
Could you see to the maintenance of that, too?
Of course, sir.
Then, Mr. Kase, please sign here to check-in.
Toshiya Kase
Please relax and enjoy your stay.
Dying Service 1
I wanna quit! I wanna quit! I wanna quit! I wanna quit!
I hit my limit long ago! I wanna quit right now!
"Oh. Sorry."
"Oh. Sorry," my ass!
I don't wanna get sliced wide open by an assassin's knife and drenched in gore!
I wanna quit! I wanna quit! I wanna quit! I wanna quit! I wanna quit! I wanna qui—
Sara!
I keep telling you not to stop the music without asking me.
Ikuro, this series of words and musical scales is tiresome.
It's music!
Look, music is our friend in life. It brings color to the world,
and it soothes the spirit! Get it?
I have no interest in it.
A string of musical scales has no relevance to a concierge's professional duties.
It's called music...
Rock, paper...
Huh?
...scissors!
Well, please take care of the arrangements
with the maintenance department and the order for the Macauley Company.
And, of course, please go to the cleaning department, as well.
Seriously?
This blood is...
You still aren't accustomed to it?
That's why you'll always be just a baby chick with bits of shell still stuck on you...
why you're still a soft, naïve concierge.
Like I'd ever get used to a bunch of villains like them.
"Villains."
That again?
How terribly self-indulgent.
Could it be that half of your body is made of naïveté?
Villains.
Yes, I see.
If I remember correctly, our VIP Mr. Kase
faces enormous hospital bills for his child's care.
With his child's life hanging in the balance, he continues to kill.
He is a villainous killer for hire, after all.
Isn't he?
That was a lie. All of it, including the child.
Wha—
You just made that up?!
You're always doing stuff like that!
Then what of killing simply for the sake of earning lots of money?
What of killing to eliminate one's competition?
What of killing to punish terrible deeds?
You are naïve.
Here, your idea of justice carries less value than drops of dew.
There are no villains here.
All we have are guests.
Meguro Ward. Apartment.
Murder disguised as suicide. Unreported.
Yokohama City. Abandoned warehouse.
Murder. Unreported.
West Shinjuku. High-rise building.
Even now, at this very moment, murders are being committed.
Murder. Unreported.
This job isn't so sweetly indulgent as to permit you to be shaken by every single one.
The only thing permitted to be sweet and indulgent is the coffee.
I...
might not be cut out for this job after all.
Then will you quit?
I won't quit.
And I know you know that.
Hotel Inhumans.
What I aspire to is the perfect kill.
Scrupulous advance research.
A pre-determined process.
Actions that are neither too much nor too little.
Thank you for the meal.
On the dot again today!
And now he'll immediately stand and head for the bathroom.
Indeed, it's like this morning.
It's like a perfectly ordered orchestra.
Under the conductor's direction, the performers become one,
and only then is perfection born.
The only difference is that the proof of a perfect kill isn't tremendous applause,
but a quiet, lingering resonance.
What's most important is that no one knows of it.
That's right. No one at all.
My wife doesn't know about my work.
Do good work on your business trip, honey!
And tomorrow is...
Our tenth wedding anniversary.
Correct! I'd expect no less of the perfect salesman!
Now, today I will once again execute my work perfectly.
Oh! Wait!
Have a good trip.
Oh, he's surprised!
Well, that was our first goodbye kiss in all these ten years, after all.
Oh, you two are so lovey-dovey!
And who could imagine you being surprised, Mr. Kase?
No, that isn't the important part.
Huh?
The important part is that I am always perfect.
And yet, Asami... my wife is the only one I can't read.
She has me dancing to her tune.
Don't worry. That's why I'm here.
Here are the photos for your Hokkaido business trip alibi.
I just sent you the data.
As usual, I'm playing the part of your subordinate.
Thank you, Hoshi.
It's after 9 PM now.
Should you send the "party after a successful negotiation" photo?
Yes.
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You know about this, too, don't you?
I don't know what she's thinking, but every year,
on our wedding anniversary, my wife...
Thank you for waiting!
Once again this year, I present "My Honey's Good Points"!
A round of applause!
Louder!
Eyebrows that form a straight line.
Working precisely from nine to five.
Cute, round eyes!
It's like a form of torture.
Mr. Kase.
That definitely counts as bragging about your wife.
Ah, the weather's so nice!
I wonder how Mr. Kase will make it through his torture today.
Maybe he already has a counterstrategy planned out.
Yeah, I bet he does!
This is quite the change.
You despise killers for hire, and yet, look at you now.
Are you giving up your status as "self-indulgent fledgling concierge"?
You change ideologies more easily than I thought you would.
Easily? Just what is it that you want from me?
I told you when you took over research and documents, didn't I?
What's with this hitman?
He feels satisfaction when he achieves the perfect kill?
How low can you get? Seriously!
Yeah, I guess there was a phase like that.
And, yes, when I saw how thick this Kase manual was, I was repuls—
I mean, surprised!
But, man, it sure was worth memorizing...
"He feels satisfaction when he achieves the perfect kill?"
"How low can you get? Seriously!"
I guess you won't just let it slide, huh?
Sara, have you ever written a will?
Have I been strict enough to warrant one?
Not a will for me!
Oh.
My question obviously stemmed from my profound conversation with Mr. Kase!
I could no longer endure your overly serious aura.
So it was premeditated!
Come on. Can't you just respond to my feelings here?
Huh?
It's Mr. Kase.
What? Where?
He often changes his appearance.
Then how did you know?
Because the gait was Mr. Kase's.
Gait?
By "gait," I mean the way he walks.
Length of stride. Cadence. The swing of the arms.
Asymmetry of movement between right and left.
All of a person's idiosyncrasies are visible in their gait.
Have you ever been in town and recognized someone you knew from a distance?
In addition to DNA, fingerprints, irises, and faces, gait is another method used
as a means of identification in forensic science.
Wow.
You can do it, too, if you train your observational eye.
Oh! Was he the guy who just left? The one in a Hawaiian shirt?
Definitely not.
Hello? Hey, good work today.
Yuu, I've checked your earnings.
You really gave it your all this month, huh? You got through your stock really well!
I've gotta reward you for that.
Can you swing by the office tomorrow at 8 PM?
Sounds good.
Yeah, it's me.
I've got a guy who seems likely to get caught soon.
Take him out tomorrow night.
Thanks, as always.
We have the same face...
That's the correct reaction.
Perfect.
Kenji Shimamoto, thirty-five years old.
Head of all the drug trafficking in this area.
The number of people you've gotten addicted to drugs in the past three years...
Five hundred would be too small a count.
It's no wonder you're hated by so many.
When people request revenge killings, I like that their reasons are always clear.
You must be tired, Shimamoto-san.
Don't let anyone in my office for a while.
Yes, boss.
In a way, the client's request is the musical score.
As the conductor, I simply ensure that the kill resonates without irregularities.
And with this, it's complete.
Perfect.
Oh?
Honey?
Asami?
Why is she here?
Oh! Goodness, I'm so sorry!
I mistook you for someone else. Though you look nothing alike.
It's just... The way you walk looked just like my husband.
Please excuse me.
I'm sorry. I'm such a klutz.
Thank you.
And thanks to you, my cake is safe, too.
Today is a special day!
That's right. Today is...
If you'll excuse me.
It's been ten years since we got married... right?
Hoshi, do you have a minute?
There's been an irregularity.
There's something I want you to—
Mr. Kase?
Hello?
Mr. Kase? Mr. Kase!
Sh-Shimamoto! Do you remember my daughter?!
You got her hooked on drugs!
Now you can tumble down into hell, too!
Shima...moto?
The target I killed.
How was this a perfect plan?
Oh, it's fine!
It's all right if things don't always go as planned.
It's so hot.
That's right.
Ten years ago...
It was hot that day, too.
...r. Kase? Mr. Kase!
Mr. Kase!
Con...cierge?
Oh, right. I called him, didn't I?
We'll get you to the hotel right away!
We'll begin treatment immediately.
No.
Please, don't move!
I... can't be saved.
You get what I mean, right?
Hotel Inhumans offers a certain service.
Please... kill me.
Of course, sir.
We will now provide you with our Dying Service.
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