Drowning Fish Page #4

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that's you

Tetsuaki Okabe, the owner of this establishment.

Call me Tetsu.

Akiyoshi.

Call me Mick. I'm a civil servant by day.

This is, um, Mr. Shirasu.

Everyone calls me Joe.

And what do you do for work, Mr. Joe?

I'm a wanderer.

Cool...

Ugh! Gross!

I'm waiting for you, Toshi. --Mikio

...and on the same road.

Hey, who's that guy at the counter?

- Mr. Tsutsui?

- That guy's name is Tsutsui?

What's he do?

I heard he has a T-shirt shop out in Daikanyama.

He's into lots of stuff, that wannabe geezer gangster.

Can't seem to forget his past.

He seems to be fitting in fast.

That guy is probably a cop.

I know.

I can smell them.

Here, this is my work.

I compiled it. Take a look.

Have a nice night.

Um, excuse me...

Hey, Shibuhito.

Ew, what's this?

It's gross.

Isn't that, you know...

That fish that's supposed to show up

before a big earthquake.

Seriously?

A big quake's coming, that's for sure.

But that might be a good thing.

For everything to get all broken and messed up for once.

Everyone dead.

All of 'em. Die.

- Shirasu.

- What?

This. It's kind of...

It feels great.

There's nothing immediately

conspicuous about Ishimaki.

He seems to be at Okabe's club

almost every night,

but dutifully carries out his

Public Security Bureau work during the day.

This is probably Ishimaki's doing.

Shall we plant one of our own?

With all due haste.

Good evening, Mr. Ishimaki.

Aren't you impatient.

There's still plenty of time before we have to vanish.

I wonder if you might have forgotten

the promise you made me.

I am paying you.

I beg your pardon, but pay-- paying m-me--

All of this is debt you've accumulated with me.

You're not paying me.

You're paying me back.

All right, you've said enough.

It's 60 mill. Don't forget, now.

Oh, right right right.

Since you're here, let me introduce you to

my new subordinate.

Name's Ko.

I can't say this too loudly, but...

he was a soldier in North Korea.

He tried to join the Japanese army,

but they asked him to leave.

I don't know...

And that one guy-- what did he do to him?

Oh, right... left him a paraplegic.

It was awful.

Just awful.

You're doing it wrong. Like this.

Like this?

Not like that-- move your hips like so.

Like this?

That's not even close, Shimada!

Where do you get off talking to him like that?

Stop it!

That's wrong! Not like that!

This dress

isn't supposed to be sleeveless! It has sleeves!

How can I make you understand?

This is an insult to Natsumi!

Crying won't fix it, stupid!

Idiot! Moron!

Where are we supposed to put this, anyway?

I think Ishimaki's usual spot would be grand.

Don't be getting drunk on a teaspoon of booze.

Why are they so interested in Ishimaki?

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