Careful with the salt.
- Huh? - Add any more and it'll be too salty.
That's plenty.
Got it.
Chop the onions roughly.
That's it, roughly is fine.
That's really good, no need to keep going.
Tashiro?
- Yes? - Don't chop them too fine.
- Why? - They'll release too much water.
Oh, I see.
They're a bit overdone, but that's okay.
Can you hear it?
That sound.
Sound?
The chime.
It's like a scream.
But not human.
- Is it a dog outside? - No.
I can't say for sure, but...
it's a chime.
It's a message for me.
What's it saying?
Can't you hear it?
No. Carry on cooking.
I'm not here to learn to cook.
I just wanted a distraction.
I wrote that on the application form! You read it, right?
Tashiro, won't you join in with the rest of us?
No, I'm fine on my own.
Okay, back to work. The cassoulet is almost done.
- Why did he want to know that? - I've no idea.
Mr. Matsuoka?
One of your students, Tashiro, asked for your address.
We didn't tell him.
- Is that okay? - Yes.
Tashiro's a bit odd, isn't he?
He takes things too far.
- He says strange things. - He's okay otherwise.
You really think so?
I have confidence in my sense of taste.
I wouldn't say my parents were foodies,
but I noticed I had a sharp palate at an early age.
Over the summer, I sometimes made myself meals to my own taste.
Oeuf mayo, hachis parmentier, poireaux vinaigrette and cote d'agneau.
That's when I was in elementary school.
That's amazing.
I'm not stubbornly attached to my tastes.
Tastes change with the times.
It's not about my palate.
Giving the customers what they want?
I'm your man!
That's good to know.
My French cuisine is unique, but I can put that aside
and devote myself to Bistro en Ville.
I see. I'll pass that on to the owner.
By the way, if you come and work for us,
will you continue teaching?
I'll give it up.
At the last interview, you said you took pride in that work.
I'm not really sure why I said that.
I don't know what possessed me.
Score the bread with a knife to allow the gas to escape.
The pattern is up to you.
Look at this.
It has a wheat sheaf design.
- Shall we get started? - Okay.
Don't stab it, just cut gently.
Mr. Matsuoka?
Yes?
Did you know?
Half of my brain...
it's been replaced.
I had a scar on my neck after the surgery, but it's gone now.
There's a machine in my head.
It's there to control me.
It responds to the chime.
But half of my brain is still the same,
so I still have a rational mind.
Is that so? I see.
You don't believe me.
I'll show you the machine.
I'll take it out.
Get a doctor!
So you didn't notice anything odd about Tashiro today?
No, it's just like we told you.
I see.
But, well...
He was such an odd person.
It wasn't just today.
How do you mean "odd?"
He kept saying he could hear something in his head.
Odd things like that.
Ah, I see what you mean.
Mr. Matsuoka?
- Yes? - I'm Detective Otsuki.
- What happened was terrible. - Yes.
- May I ask you a few questions? - Sure.
Has anything like this ever happened here before?
No, never. This isn't that sort of place.
I guess not.
However...
Has anyone ever become enraged
or overwhelmed with sadness while cooking?
Anything like that?
Quite the reverse.
People come here to calm their negative emotions.
Looking at the ingredients, touching them,
and savoring the taste calms you down.
So we feel fine even with dangerous things lying around.
- So that's how it is? - Yes.
For you as well?
Yes, me too.
Thank you.
- Welcome home. - Thanks.
- Ready for dinner? - Sure.
I think it went well today.
What did?
That job interview.
Oh really? That's good.
Things are looking up.
Sorry about that.
- Let's eat. - Yeah.
Thank you.
Are you still in that club?
Huh?
Yeah.
It's great to have a passion.
Don't overdo it though.
Insert the knife at the joint, here.
Then cut along the pelvis.
It comes off easily.
That's it.
Do I have to?
Yes.
I'm no good at this.
Just have a go.
Okay, if you say so.
Nope, I can't.
It's all squishy.
Do I really have to do it?
Skip it, it's fine.
What?
Were you just messing with me?
What was the point of all this?
Explain it to me logically or I won't understand.
I could understand if it was alive...
but coming in at this stage just seems weird.
Its wings...
they're like hands?
I mean, it's got no head...
It's wrong.
It's starting to look human.
- I'm done. - Okay.
- Got your phone? - Yeah.
See you later.
Ah, Mr. Matsuoka.
That detective's here again.
Really, why?
One of our students, Akemi, has been reported missing.
Missing?
She didn't come home last night.
Oh, I see...
- She's here! Akemi's upstairs. - Really?
She's been waiting for you. Come on, quickly.
She's over there.
See?
Huh?
She's gone.
She was sitting on that chair.
I couldn't see her face but...
I'm sure it was Akemi.
Where could she have gone?
There you are!
So you were here all along.
Yes.
I see.
You're here about Akemi?
That's right.
She's a grown woman, she can go wherever she wants.
Her parents are worried though.
So for now,
I'm checking places she might have visited.
Then we'll see.
- Hard day. - It's my job.
- I'd better be off. - Okay.
Oh, Mr. Matsuoka?
What's that on your hand?
Oh this? I cut myself with the knife.
I see...
Goodbye.
Right now, my head is full of new recipes for the restaurant.
If there's even the smallest chance, I'll take it.
I won't end my days as a teacher.
I've had a lot of opportunities,
but I was busy and let them pass me by.
I won't let that happen again.
I'm staking everything on this.
That's not to say I'm desperate.
I have no fears for the future.
Who knows why?
If the fates allow, I'll be working with you.
Just say the word.
I'm at your disposal.
If you need me, I'll be there.
- Mr. Matsuoka... - This is fate!
- Mr. Matsuoka! - Yes?
All you've done is talk about yourself.
What about Bistro en Ville?
That's why we're here.
Bistro en Ville...
I'd continue your current direction.
And what would you say that is?
Making the most of ingredients
to serve authentic, everyday French cuisine at fair prices.
- Is that all? - Well...
When I bring myself to it, it'll become something new.
We've heard enough about you.
Let's move on.
If you were to become our head chef,
what would you offer?
How would employing you benefit us?
That's what we want to know.
What would I offer?
You're an artist.
You don't care about things like profit.
It's difficult to explain my qualities in words.
But all you've talked about is yourself.
Well, in that case we should understand each other well enough.
Indeed.
Please don't take this the wrong way,
but you should continue teaching.
Yes, of course. I think so too.
It's been very enlightening.
Hey, can I borrow some money?
Why?
My friend started a company.
He asked me to invest.
In what?
In construction.
He wants 200,000 yen.
200,000!
He'll pay interest.
Asking a kid for 200,000 yen...
You're broke?
Having it or not isn't the issue.
He's a good friend.
A good friend wouldn't do this to you.
- Fine, then. - Where are you going?
Forget it.
Mutsuo Yoshioka
Seiichi Kohinata
Hana Amano
Junpei Yasui
Koji Seki
Tomoko Tabata
lkkei Watanabe
Producers Misaki Kawamura Hideyuki Okamoto Miyuki Tanaka
Cinematography Koichi Furuya
Lighting Takahide Sakai
Production Design Hidetoshi Ando
Sound Recordist Norihito Sorimachi
Editor Azusa Yamazaki
Music Takuma Watanabe
VFX Shuji Asano
Production C&I entertainment Inc.
Produced by Sunborn Inc.
Presented by Roadstead
Written and Directed by Kiyoshi Kurosawa
English Subtitles by Hayley Scanlon (Japan Visualmedia Translation Academy)