Giri/Haji (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Episode #1.2 - full transcript

Murder in London...

..and murder in Tokyo.

And a year after he'd buried
his brother, a police detective

receives a night-time visit
from a feared Yakuza,

and learns of his
possible resurrection.

With secrets of his own,

haunted by his past,

he travels across the world into
a strange and distant city.

With new friends...

..and new enemies...

..and an uncertain
future ahead of him.



Where were you? It's my night off.
What the hell happened?

What I told you on the phone -
two guys jumped the boss at the bar.

What, they were trying to kill him?

Well, they weren't
stabbing him for fun!

Where were you when
this was going on?

About ten metres away.

That's about eight and a half metres
too far, wouldn't you say?

There was another guy.

He was just having a drink at the
bar when it kicked off.

Cracked one of them over the head
with his bottle.

What, just minding his own business?

Till the two fellas next
to him pulled knives.

THUMPING DANCE MUSIC

Where the hell were you?! Jesus
Christ! I was gone for five minutes.



Oh, yeah, well, he could have
been killed.

Yeah, well, he wasn't. This sort
of shit gets us unwanted attention!

What if someone called the cops?
We'll deal with it!

Fucking calm down.
Where's everyone now?

Abbot's getting patched up
in his office. All right.

And the two dickheads with the
knives? They're still breathing?

Sort of. One's in the cellar,
one's in the store cupboard.

And what about the Good Samaritan?

He's still here.

Didn't want to leave.

You're having a night.

We're just holding everyone
until the police arrives.

You haven't called the police.

They'd be here by now.

Well, I could do with a drink,
I don't know about anyone else.

Are you all right? Yeah!

It's not the first time
someone's tried to stab me.

It is the first time it's
happened in my own bar, though.

That irks.

Hello, mate, I'm Connor Abbot.

You're going to have
a whisky with me.

Donna, another special one, please.

Cheers.

You're Japanese. Yes.

I knew it. So, what do you
think of this place, like?

What it is, is I had a designer
ship over all the furnishings

from Osaka specially. Weren't cheap.

Even the name - Kodawari Bar.

What does kodawari mean, Vickers?

The pursuit of perfection!
The pursuit of perfection.

I mean, you've got to love a people
that have a word for that!

It is spelt wrong
on these napkins. What?!

You're kidding me.

What happened to your...

Atonement.

See? That ain't an easy thing
to come by these days. Huh!

So, erm...
well, 500 ought cover it, right?

500? Cover what?

To our friend...as a show of our
appreciation and of your discretion.

You don't owe me a debt.

Yeah, you saved his life, so...

You value his life at £500?

Ha... Yeah, he's got a point
there, Vickers.

VICKERS STAMMERS

Just... Can I...can I talk to you?

What...what are you doing?
This guy could be a problem.

Don't you realise what he is? What?

He's Yakuza. Er...

Come on, get the... Yakuza?

We don't know this guy.

He probably lost his finger
in a fucking juicer.

My name is Yuto Mori.

I was a Yakuza contract killer
in Tokyo for the Fukuhara

crime family. I know gangsters,
I know how to protect them.

If you hire me, then the next time
someone pulls a knife on you...

..they'll be dead,

before they have a chance
to ruin your shot.

VICKERS LAUGHS

It's a good plot of land, we get it
at a knock-down price, redevelop.

I'll lean on my guy
in buildings regulation.

Sure. What?

Nothing, I'll get the hard hat
and high vis ready, shall I?

Trust me, this is better than
running H

and extorting corner stores,
or whatever you used to do.

Hey, Yuto, where can I get, like,
a California roll?

Or, like, a Philadelphia roll?
You ever had one of those?

I used to be a gangster, you know.

Now look at me, I'm like a glorified
fucking estate agent.

This is what that Yank
has done to me.

You are making money.

Yeah, but there's more to life
than money, Yuto.

What's the matter?
Do you know that geezer?

His name is Saburo.

His uncle and my old boss are...

..rivals in Tokyo.

You miss being a gangster?

Yeah.

Then you should be a Yakuza.

How?

What are you talking about?
Halting the project?

It's just not working out, Vickers.

We're going to try something new
now. This is a key time for us.

No, I can't listen to any more
bollocks about first quarters

or projected profit margins,

or whatever the fuck else it is
that gives you a hard-on.

The plan has changed.

Whose plan? Huh? Whose...
Fucking Pearl Harbor over here?

Who the fuck is he, even?

I don't believe this,
this is ridiculous.

I'm not going to let you do this.
I'm not going to let you walk away

with my money.
Hey, hey, hey, listen.

Agh!

VICKERS COUGHS

Is this it?

Your people?

Yes.

Will you see them when you go back?

I don't know.

I don't know what I...

..say to them.

There aren't words for everything.

No.

It's time.

PHONE RINGS

Hi, door's open.

SIREN WAILS

At the moment, the weapons
are sitting in a shipping container

in the Kami-fucking-gumi terminal.

Don't worry about the other thing,
I told you, I'll sort that out.

Ta-ra.

It's all kicking off in Tokyo.

Endo has just turned over
a restaurant,

and he's sayonara'd off
about ten people.

Christ, they don't hang about.

Neither do the Japanese cops.

They're sending someone over here
to look for Yuto.

He's being picked up
from the airport by an Eiji Watari.

Donna, I need you to go
and nip this in the bud for me.

Fuck.

PHONE VIBRATES

Yes? Kenzo Mori?

Yeah, I'm calling from
the A&E department

of University College Hospital.

I have a young man - Rodney
Yamaguchi - he's been brought in

in quite a bad way.
I think you might know him.

I know who you are.

I know what you're doing here,
but you need to go back to Japan.

You hear me?

Do you work for Abbot?

Doesn't matter who I work for.

If you know who I am,
then you know I cannot leave.

Yuto doesn't want to see you.

Does he know I'm here?
I need to speak to him.

No, you need to listen to me.

I'm giving you a chance
to walk away from this.

Most people don't get that.
I need to see my brother.

Ugh!

HE PANTS HEAVILY

Right now, you are a problem to me

and I need you to stop being
a fucking problem to me.

I'm giving you 24 hours.

You can go to the airport
or you can go to the morgue.

The decision's entirely up to you.

He has bruising on the ribs and
around the abdomen, a concussion,

but no swelling or bleeding
on the brain showed up on the CT.

Isn't there someone else
that should be here?

I don't really know the boy.

You answered the phone.

Do you need someone
to take him home?

Actually, I need someone
to bring him back.

He ran out on us.

But if you can't,
these are his pain meds.

And look after him, will you?

Kids like Rodney come in here
all the time,

until they don't.

You know what I mean?

You should get that head looked at.

Oh, great, just in time.

I have your medicine.
Shove it up your arse!

Actually, don't. Give it here.

Argh... Give it here!

Give it... OK. Thank you.

You can fuck off now.

Fuck off, please.

Fuck off!

BANGING INSIDE

HE SOBS

I'm looking for my brother.

That's why I'm here.

I just found out he's probably alive

after a year of thinking
he was dead.

I just...

They told me
he has done something terrible.

But I don't know what to do.

And I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I didn't help you.

What would you call these walls?

Sort of Beige Cream?

Cream Beige?

Mushroom?

Mushroom Surprise?

Vanilla Mushroom?

Mushroom Cream?

Oh! Beige Spinach.

Like what you've done
with the place.

What happened to your head?

Someone hit me. Just the once?

That was restrained of them.

HE GROANS

Mind if I...?

Fucking hell.

Ooh!

So, this is your brother's
handiwork, is it?

That's what they told me.

Fucked up family, mate.

If you say you're going
to help someone...

..you should do it.

Yes.

Two fingerprint idents.

"Cause of death -
puncture wound to the..."

Why can't they just write,
"Stabbed with a bloody great sword"?

What about this one?

It's Chika Tani.
He's a Japanese national.

We don't know much about him.

One arrest,
street brawl a few months ago.

No charges. Hm.

Spoken to Interpol?
We're waiting to hear back.

What about that safe?

Going in with a locksmith later.

Marvellous.

SARAH: I think it's a fake name.

What?

Chika Tani. I think it's a fake
name.

Why?

Well, it's a girl's name,
to start with.

Oh, for Christ's sake.

Very popular according to this.

We'll look into it. Yeah, thank you.

Don't step on Bill's toes.

The Samurai sword thing's his.

He's doing a stand-up job with it.

One day, you're going to have
to give me real cases again.

Mm. I'd have thought you'd have been
too busy playing teacher for that.

Is there anything else?

Ian's being released. Yes.

I think I should have been told.

I'm not a probation officer, Sarah.

The last time I saw him,
he threatened me.

Yeah, well, your testimony just
got him six years.

He's entitled to feel aggrieved.

Someone posted a snake
through my letterbox last night.

What you get up to in your own time
is your own business, Weitzmann.

Steve! He's not an idiot, Sarah.

He's not going to risk getting
sent back inside

just to nause you up
with a stupid prank.

Well, then, who put it there?

I don't care. You sent one of us
down - there are consequences.

You're not going to get invited
to very many Christmas parties,

I wouldn't have thought.

Nobody's putting any snakes in any
letterboxes or making any threats,

so get that shit right
out of your head.

RINGING TONE

OK.

As we discussed earlier, the
techniques of crime scene management

are based on Locard's
Exchange Principle.

PHONE VIBRATES

This principle states that anyone
who enters a crime scene

will take something from it and...

..um...

..leave something behind...

..demonstrating...

RINGING TONE

LIFT RATTLES

HE LAUGHS

Kenzo?

Mrs Weitzmann.

I apologise for leaving your class.

Is everything OK? Yes.

Are you going in?

No.

KEYS CLINK

There's a minimum 90% attendance
required to pass the course.

I know a lot of it's familiar to
you, but... It won't happen again.

Look, I actually wanted to run
something by you.

Suspect in a murder case.

We're stuck waiting on Interpol,
but I thought maybe you could

whiz his mugshot past your
station's database,

see if anything comes up.

Massive long shot,
I know, but... Hey!

Can you keep it down, please?

People are trying to recuperate
in here. Fuck's sake.

Who's that?

No-one.

What happened to his face?

Someone beat him up.

Not me.

SARAH KNOCKS

What? Who are you?

I am the owner
of this fine establishment

and I'd ask you to kindly stop
knocking on my door, please.

Is he high? Painkillers.

WHISPERS: And cocaine.

Are you a student here?

Good God, no.

He is a male prostitute
who helped me with a...

..task.

He got injured in the process, so
I'm letting him stay here briefly.

At any point when those words were
coming out of your mouth,

did you think they sounded
like a satisfying explanation?

It is the truth.

You'll run it
by your colleagues for me?

Off the record, obviously.

Does anything strike you
as unusual about him?

No.

Not even the fact that he's got
a woman's name?

Oh, yes.

That.

Oh, yes. That.

Well...

..thank you.

Bye.

CAT MEOWS

SHE SCREAMS

DOOR CLOSES

RODNEY COUGHS

How are you feeling?

Like warmed-up shit.

OK, well...there is work to do.

Goodbye.

"I'm sorry about your face, Rodney.

"Can't help but feel like
I'm responsible."

"Oh! Don't worry about it, Kenzo,
that's OK."

That's very sweet of you to say.

I apologised last night.

Did you? Don't remember that.
Maybe I've got brain damage.

You know, from the beating.

I'm not your baby-sitter.

No, I mean, just to be clear,

you'd be a fucking terrible
baby-sitter.

Mr Vickers?

Yeah?

I'm sorry to disturb you,

but I'm looking for someone
I believe you have met.

He was arrested for assaulting you
earlier this year.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Honey, who is it?
Er, no-one, sweetheart.

It's OK.

There's a bar downstairs.
Meet me there in half an hour.

DOOR SLAMS

Yeah. I gotta be quick, my wife
thinks I'm making a phone call.

So his real name's Yuto.

I know.

Why are you looking for him?

He's wanted in Japan.
I'm here to take him home.

Oh, yeah?

That's about the first piece of good
news I've heard in a long while.

That's...
HE LAUGHS

How do you know him?

How do I know him?

He fucking usurped me.

Usurped?

I had a business partner. Abbot.

Me and him
had a really good thing going on -

big loan from my father,
diverse portfolio.

Criminal shit, you understand,
but profitable. And safe.

Then fucking Yuto turns up,

and let's just say Abbot lost
interest in me and...

MIMICS JAPANESE ACCENT: ..started
looking to the East for inspiration.

I think Abbot hired someone
to scare me back to Tokyo.

Well, you should be scared, frankly.

What is your business exactly,
Mr Vickers?

What's my business?

Hmm, let's see. Well,

my wife thinks I go to the office
every day,

but the truth is
I mostly just walk around London

trying not to have a panic attack.

Sometimes I sit on a park bench
and cry -

that usually kills a few hours.

You see, I was given almost
eight million dollars by my father,

told to make something of myself,
and I live in a hotel now.

And I can't go home
without my money,

which is why the fucking
Albanian mafia

is sitting in the lobby
24 hours a day,

cos I had no other option but to
get into bed with these psychopaths,

to help me stage a...
a...a fucking gang war,

if you can believe that,
just to get my investment back.

I've been around mobsters
my whole life.

But these guys...

..they're animals.

And now I'm in bed with them.

I've got a stomach ulcer
the size of a cantaloupe,

there's blood in my shits

and even my fucking pubes are going
grey. So what business am I in?

Let's see, er I'm basically the CEO

of the getting-fucked-by-Yuto
Corporation,

that's what business I'm in.
SPEAKS JAPANESE

It's OK. I'm here now.

If you help me find Yuto,
I will take him back to Japan.

Without him,
perhaps your business partner

will rethink his new direction.

I don't know.
It seems like a long shot.

It can only be better than
the alternative.

Abbot owns the Kodawari bar in Soho.

I don't know where Yuto is.
That's the best I can give you.

Thank you.

Hey!

There's a clock ticking on this,
yeah?

WOMAN SINGS

MEN LAUGH AND CHAT

STATIC

DOOR OPENS

Well?

Nice to see you too.

You were right - she followed you
until you went into the hotel,

and then she cleared off.
And then she went to a bar...

It's the Kodawari bar?
Yeah, something like that.

And then...

..she went here.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Why so much?

Wait, was she dangerous?

Well, this was a blast.
Let's never do it again some time.

GLASS SMASHES

KENZO READS:

YOUNG YUTO:

THEY LAUGH

PHONE RINGS

It was found in the corridor.

He was here with
one of your students, I believe.

Do I need to get
the department head involved?

Thank you, no. I'll sort it.

Has Mr Mori been around?

I haven't seen him today. Thank you.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Do you remember me
from this morning?

I have a comedown,
not fucking amnesia.

Er, can I help you?

You left this.

I flushed your drugs away.

Well, that was a shitty thing to do.

Who did that to your face?

Oh, just an ex.

He still loves me, though,
he can change. He didn't mean it.

Only joking. Fuck him.

And he came
and smashed your flat up too?

I like to think of it more as...

..aggressive redecorating.

Are you going to report it?

Yeah, no, my only concern
is that the police might be

a little bit TOO keen to assist
a coke-addicted rent boy of colour.

Your ex is your pimp, isn't he?

What's his name?

Why, what you gonna do?
Go talk to him?

I had a boyfriend
who did bad things once.

And he didn't stop until he had to.

And right now,
there's nothing stopping this guy.

Not you, not the police,
not a lock on the door.

How do you know Kenzo?
I don't, really.

What were you helping him with?

Nothing.

Rodney, is Kenzo in trouble?

We're all in trouble, honey.

He's looking for someone.
That's all I know. His brother.

Why's he looking for him?

Something bad happened.

Not my place to say.

A lot of drama, though.

IMITATES STABBINGS AND GUNSHOTS

It's a dangerous world, eh?

His name is Michael Miller.

My ex.

MUSIC PLAYS

# Standing now

# Calling all the people here
to see the show...

PHONE RINGS

Please leave your message
after the tone.

They told me you were out.

Are you there?

You leave me the fuck alone,
do you hear me?

# I believe

# She won't take me somewhere
I'm not supposed to be... #

KNOCK ON DOOR

DOOR OPENS

Yeah? Michael Miller?

Detective Sarah Weitzmann.

I looked you up on our system.

You've only been arrested twice!

So?

So, how'd you like to have that
doubled, and then doubled again?

In fact, how would you like to get
arrested every night for a year?

How would you like to get
put in a holding cell

with a 20-stone alcoholic ex-bouncer
with anger management issues

and a very loose sense
of personal boundaries?

What do you want?

I want you to leave Rodney alone.

Because if you don't, I will spend
every ounce of my energy

and use every resource
at my disposal

to destroy your life
so comprehensively, so absolutely,

that your name will become a by-word

for, "Boy, he really shouldn't have
fucked with her."

Do you hear me, Michael?

OK.

OK.

# You can't steal the things
that God has given me

# No more pain
and no more shame and misery

# You can't take me down

# You can't break me down

# You can't take me down

# You can't take me down

# You can't break me down... #

POLICE SHOUT ORDERS

HANDCUFFS CLICK

CRASH

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

FOOTSTEPS PAUSE

Mrs Weitzmann, I can see why
this may look strange, but...

No stranger than anything else.

Sad day when you'd rather hang
around outside a sex worker's bedsit

than go back to your own flat,
isn't it?

So, here's what I think.

I think you know
the man in the mugshot.

I think you're looking for him.

And I think he killed Saburo.

His name is Yuto.

He's my brother.

You're close with your brother?

We were.

Long ago.

When we were not fighting.

What are you going to do,
Mrs Weitzmann?

Sarah.

Sarah.

What are you going to do about Yuto?

If we find Yuto, he'll be arrested.

And if you try to obstruct that,
you'll be arrested too.

And the fact that
you know I'm his brother now?

I don't know.

THUMPING MUSIC PLAYS

Did you sort out
that thing I asked you to do?

I'm handling it.
Donna, did you sort it or not?

I made it clear
he wasn't welcome here.

D'you know that shooting someone
in the head

is a very effective way
of getting that point across?

He's a cop. He's a tourist.

Whether he's out of
his jurisdiction or not,

if you knock off a policeman,
it's going to be a thing.

If we have to do it, we have to
do it. I'm just saying.

Might be a better way. All right.

Well, on your head be it.

Hello, mate! What's happening?

Yeah, sweet.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

DOOR OPENS

Well, this is a mess.

Sleeping in a hallway all night?

There are names for people
that do that. Coffee?

Whilst I do not consider myself
to be in any way in your debt -

you will be paying for breakfast,
FYI -

I do, begrudgingly, acknowledge
the fact that you stood guard

outside my room,
like a sad Alsatian - thank you.

Are you going to continue
in your line of work?

What can I say?

I've got a gift.

Jesus didn't stop making furniture
just cos the Romans beat him up.

I think you should find
a different job.

Yeah, me too, but y'know.

Bitch gotta make rent.

You look like a fucking mess,
by the way.

You sure your brother's
worth all this?

He's my brother.

Does he even want you to find him?

No. But you're going to anyway.

I have to.

Oh, dear. Well, don't kill yourself
in the process.

Thank you.

Here.

Buy yourself a new door lock.

Sure, no, that's definitely
what I'm going to spend this on.

Thank you.

SPEAKS JAPANESE

PHONE BUZZES

I told you to leave.

And I told you
I have to find my brother.

You have no idea.

# I can't move

# What the hell's the matter
with you?

# It won't work

# No-one's gonna pick up the slack

# Better quit crying

# Run to the back

# When I look into your eyes

# There's no fear
There's no life... #