Tokyo Vice is a thrilling crime drama. It tells story of Jake Adelstein, an American journalist in Japan. He dives into dangerous, corrupt Yakuza world. Based on real-life events, it shows tangled connections between crime, politics and media in Tokyo. Ansel Elgort plays Adelstein, while Ken Watanabe is his mentor. A must-watch for true crime fans. Don’t miss it!

Meet the characters from Tokyo Vice

Samantha

Samantha bursts into a room like she means it — fierce, curious, and a little bit tired. She’s the kind of person who asks the awkward questions and then smiles like she didn’t, but she definitely did (and loved it). Practical and impulsive at the same time; she hoards Polaroids but hates clutter, which is… confusing. Underneath all the sass there’s a steady, stubborn loyalty — she’d jump into a mess for someone even if she swore she wouldn’t, probably while wearing mismatched socks.

Jake Adelstein

Jake is the obsessive newsroom soul who treats facts like treasure and danger like a stubborn pet he refuses to walk away from. He’s principled, nervous, kind of sleep-deprived, and will argue about journalistic ethics at 2 a.m. — it’s his brand. Has this awkward charm, always eating ramen with chopsticks he can’t quite hold properly (or maybe he can, I can’t remember) and taking notes in a battered notebook. He can be infuriatingly relentless — part hero, part curiosity-driven detective — and honestly you root for him even when he’s diving headfirst into things he shouldn’t.

Hiroto Katagiri

Katagiri is that quietly monumental presence — calm, watchful, morally committed in a way that slows down rooms. He’s disciplined but weirdly warm, like a strict teacher who brings homemade snacks; stoic on the surface but with these tiny wry smiles. He’s also got a low-key rebellious streak (jazz late at night? smoking? don’t tell the paperwork) and a habit of leaving his desk papers perfectly aligned but his pockets full of odd receipts. Solid, dependable, maybe a little haunted, and the kind of person who’ll protect people by asking the right questions rather than making noise about it.

Polina

Polina is glamour wrapped in mystery — she floats through rooms and makes everyone notice without trying too hard. Sharp as hell and maybe a little cold, but there are flashes of surprising tenderness, like she’s been practicing not to show it (or she’s hiding it very badly). She collects tiny, unnecessary things — hair pins, ticket stubs, whatever — like a secret shrine, and she laughs in a way that sounds both rehearsed and real. Dangerous? Maybe. Loyal? At odd hours. She could stab you with a glance and then bring you tea; I’m not saying she’ll do either, just — you get the vibe.

Eimi

Eimi is effervescent and sharp, the kind of person who can be your best friend and your worst conscience in the span of a cigarette break. She reads rooms like an open book but writes her own footnotes — playful, occasionally ruthless, with a surprisingly soft center she denies constantly. Has a thing for small rituals (lip balm, humming a tune she made up, folding receipts like tiny fans) and also for saying truths that land like punches. There’s this weird innocent toughness about her; she seems fearless but you can tell she’s doing the math in her head, always three steps ahead and maybe socially awkward sometimes.

Sato

Sato is slippery in the best/worst way — charming, dangerous, and meticulously polite until he’s not. He’ll smile and offer you a cigarette and then quietly move pieces on the board you didn’t know existed; loyalty is currency with him. He likes small dogs? Or maybe he hates them — details are fuzzy but I swear there’s a moment where he softens, it’s infuriating. A walking contradiction: cultured, brutal, full of manners but capable of cold moves; you love to hate him and hate to love him and that’s the point.