Welcome to Ryme City.
A celebration of the harmony between humans and Pokémon.
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Tim, your dad was a legend in this precinct.
- If you are anything like your dad--
- I’m not.
I remember you wanted to be a Pokémon trainer
when you were young.
- Yeah, that didn’t really work out.
Someone there?
Whoever you are, I know how to use this.
Aw, jeez.
Here we go.
I know you can’t understand me.
But put down the stapler...
... or I will electrocute you.
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Did you just talk?
Whoa.
Did you just understand me?
- Oh, my God!
You can understand me!
- Stop!
I have been so lonely!
They try to talk to me all the time.
All they hear is “Pika-Pika.”
You can hear him, right?
Pika-Pika.
Yeah.
Pika-Pika-Pika.
He’s adorable.
You’re adorable.
They can’t understand me, kid.
- Can no one else hear him?!
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I don’t need a Pokémon. Period.
Then what about a world-class detective.
Becase if you wanna find your pops...
... I’m your best bet.
We’re gonna do this, you and me.
♪ I can't see me loving nobody but you for all my life ♪
There’s magic. It brought us together.
And that magic is called hope.
Listen up, we got ways to make you talk,
or mime... - Yeah.
...So tell us what we wanna know.
Pipe. Yes. Okay. A can.
Shoving? Pushing.
My problem is that I push people away and
then hate them for leaving.
He’s saying you can shove it.
- What?
I can shove it?
Okay, that’s it. No. We’re switching roles.
I’m bad cop, you’re good cop.
- No, we’re not cops.
In my head, I saw that differently.