-Mizurogi, this is a great hospital.
-You didn't come to pay me stupid compliments, Bruckmayer?
nor did you come for analysis.
-My mental health is extremely sound. Just like yours.
-That's good.
-I have a request. Something important.
-You can go.
-Monogrammed cigarettes. You're as wasteful as ever.
-That's my thing. Only when wasted does money dazzle.
-Is killing also your thing?
-Of course.
This place is completely soundproof. Let's hear it.
-We, the secret organization of the Nazi Party...
have decided to ask the Population Control Council for information.
-You are well informed. I admire how you found our secret office.
-I've heard you are training lunatics to be assassins.
-Right. All great men are crazy in some way.
Of course we choose only appropriate subjects.
The results are devastating.
-Before we talk of details, I'd like to see what they can do.
-What shall they do?
-Give me the telephone book.
First this one.
Then this.
And lastly him.
I know nothing about them, but you have...
3 days to kill them and bring them here.
Can you do it?
2 days are enough.
THE AGE OF ASSASSINS
-Madam.
Or is it Miss?
Can't you hear?
-What do you want?
Go away you monster!
-That's fine.
What about the other one?
-No reason to hurry.
Still have 2 hours.
-Mama.
I'm home.
Today at the seminar, the students gave me a hard time
I thought it would be easy, but teaching at a university isn't.
These flowers last a long time.
Oh yeah, they're imitation.
-You're Kikyo Shin, right?
-Yes, that's right.
How long have you been there?
-All along.
-Oh, I'm sorry.
This athletes foot is so hard to get rid of.
Don't worry. It's not that bad.
But when it itches, I just can't stop from scratching.
Such an unreasonable disease
By the way, who are you?
-No one to speak of but...
This is me.
-The Greater Japan Population Control Council, Director Mabuchi Kensaku
What is this Population Control Council?
I'm hungry.
Sorry. I'm famished.
How about one for you?
-I'm fine.
-Then I'll eat two.
-In Japan, there are too many people.
Poverty is caused by over population.
In order to make Japan a better place, the population must be controlled.
-That makes sense.
-The lives that may become useful in the future
must not be destroyed before they're born.
Rather than that,
those that will be no use should be asked to bow out.
-I see. And that population control council
wants something from me?
-You teach criminal psychology at university, right?
-That's right, but the student just yawn from boredom.
-I know. But from tomorrow that boredom will end.
-What? Don't joke. I'm a diligent teacher so
as long as they can't help themselves...
-But they can.
-What are you saying?
I'm going to eat now, Mama.
It's not normal.
This is a Rorschach test.
Depending on what one sees in these pictures, one's personality is revealed.
First, what's this?
-A girl's nipple.
of a foreign slut.
-And this?
-A snake that's been slaughtered.
-Simpler answers please.
-A snake that's been slaughtered.
-How about this?
-A bloody saw.
-A bloody saw?!
Yes. I see.
Complete paranoia.
-Paranoia?
-A mutant strain and yours is especially bad.
-A mutant strain?
Tell me now. Could a crazy do this?
-What have you done to Mama's flower?
-Good it wasn't Mama's head.
-Head?
-Unlike flowers, they can't be cut with cards.
Queen of Spades & Joker.
Between them I put this.
When thrown, slices the throat open and down they fall.
Next to the corpse... a blood-stained Spade & Fool.
Such a nice touch. Art? Yes, great art!
-Mama, are you alright?
-A case of extortion. One honey-trap scam.
Is that all?
Today is peaceful.
-We can't have murders all...
-But there was one.
Just now. I killed him.
-What?
Where's the body?
-Right here...
That's strange.
I'm sure it was here.
I'm not lying.
He had a face like a marshmallow.
He put a razor blade between 2 cards and...
Now I ask you...
Why would an honest man like me
be targeted by that population control murder incorporated?
Even involving the police.
Never heard of such a ridiculous thing.
It's more unreasonable than athletes foot.
Hey. Are you listening?
-Of course I'm listening.
After all, I agreed to in exchange for this meal.
Whether I believe it is a different matter.
Don't startle me. Forks are dangerous.
-I get it. I won't ask any more.
I'll solve this murder story on my own.
-I've been wondering. What's that carnation?
Does it mark you for murder?
-Not at all.
This is my protection.
My dead Mama is protecting me.
-Mama?
-By the way...now it's my turn to ask...
Who are you anyway?
-Oh. I forgot to introduce myself.
I'm a reporter for The Weekly Mystery magazine. Name's Tsurumaki Keiko.
I'll let you help me solve the mystery.
-Does that mean you believe me?
-That's a different matter.
-That again.
Thief!
Stop thief!
-What's wrong with this stinking car?
What's with this car?
At full speed it only does 20kph. What's with that?
Cars like this are the reason Tokyo traffic grinds to a halt.
-Sorry.
-I'll have you know...
My name is Otomo Bill.
I'm not quite an inspector, but if it's a car, leave it to me.
-Otomo Bill?
-Otomo's my real name. Bill's my nick.
If you like it, you can have my autograph.
-I'll have it...
at the cop shop.
-I'll decline.
-Hold it.
I could forget it... for a favor.
-A favor?
-We're looking for someone.
You're known widely, right?
-Population Control Council?
What's that?
-I don't use them kinds of things.
-What things?
-Silly.
It's the name of a murder organization.
-We'll keep your secret. Tell us.
-We'll reward you. We want a big job done.
-If it's a big job, we'll do it for you.
-Right. Put down a million cash.
be it... Billy the Kid or... John Wayne...
-Hey Bill
We've gotten off track.
These guys are obviously delusional.
Oh, these itchy feet.
-What's that?!
You.... joker!
-Hey boss.
-You're amazing.
-It was just my itchy feet.
-So to find that Population Control thing
you posed as customers.
What a surprise. You're amazing, boss. Wiping out two guys...
-Stop saying that. It was just my itchy feet.
-So then, where will you stay tonight?
If you go home, it'll be "may he rest in peace".
-If it's a hotel... leave it to me!
Here we are.
-What?... This is a love hotel!
-It's good. When the train passes, the bed shakes.
-Well, I'll be going. Have a long rest until morning.
-Bill, will you stay with me?
It says it's 800 yen for two.
- I'll have to decline.
I can't sleep unless I'm in a car. So, good night.
-You don't have to strain yourself.
-Thanks.
But...it's strange...
Do you have a twin?
You were out...
-I changed my mind.
After all, we haven't made the contract yet.
I can't let you sell to another magazine.
-Do you usually make contracts looking like that?
-Depends on my mood.
It's my prerogative.
-Seeing you nude is not payment for the story is it?
-Don't make a mistake.
Nude models get paid in advance.
-Oh... excuse me.
Then let's make the contract.
-What are you looking for?
-My fountain pen.
-We don't need that.
I said it depended on my mood.
Many ways to sign a contract.
What's wrong? Afraid of your Mama?
-Excuse me.
I wonder where I should sign...
-I'll leave it to you.
-Is that so?
-You have a scar just here.
-It doesn't lower my life insurance.
-Speak!
Why are you making a fuss about the third man?
-This was a test. If not completed...
-If it was really a test, it ended when I failed. Isn't that right?
-But our organization gives the unlucky another chance.
-Don't lie.
-To what kind of an organization do you belong? Tell me!
Tell me quickly, Bruckmayer.
It is probably your own personal organization.
-Yes, that's right, Kusurogi. Just as you say.
I have big plans. That's why I tested you.
If you passed, I was to create a new Nazi organization with you.
-Your kindness is appreciated. But the Nazi Party is a phantom of the past.
I have a new organization more powerful than the Nazi Party!
Now the question is... your secret.
-That's...
-Yes, Pentathol... a truth serum.
Its effects you know well.
-Mizurogi. Stop this. I'm not lying!
Praiseworthy. What I expected from the former head of Gestapo intelligence.
Rudolf von Bruckmayer
You are in Berlin in 1940.
-There was no special meaning. It was just a test.
-You are now in Berlin in 1940.
-It was a test. A test...
-You are now in Berlin in 1940.
-Tear. Cleopatra's tear has disappeared.
-What?
-Tear
Tear
Cleopatra's Tear. Terrible. What shall I tell the Führer?
Cleopatra's Tear.
-That's strange. It's not flattering.
Somehow I look like a priest.
I'll pass on this.
-It looks good!
A priest ordering a murder. How good is that?
-Maybe so.
-Stop it. You're not an ad for imitations.
-What are you doing? Sorry, Mama.
She's just jealous of you. Don't worry.
-I give up. Hey! I'll have you know...
-Boss! News. News. Big news.
Where's Boss?
-I'm here.
Here I am.
-This is a shock.
Never thought you'd mutate into this.
-Never mind that. What's the big news?
-That's it. There's a message from the population control council...
-What's that?
Well it seems that Ishide was out last night
This morning he called and said he'd introduce them
so be at Shinjuku subway station at 4 pm.
-Did something happen?
A suicide it seems.
-Get ahold of yourself.
-It's him boss.
-What are you two?
-Sorry. He seems to be a friend of this man.
-Then he was murdered by one of their killers?
-Of course. But it's your right not to believe it.
-I get it. I get it!
I'm frightened. Let's go to the police.
-That won't do. The police wouldn't believe us.
And we don't have the time.
-I know! The murderer is still here...
-Theoretically, he'd have gotten away from the crowd...
Someone looking our way would be suspicious.
He's one of them? Which one is he?
-I don't know.
Hey. Do you have a mirror?
-Yes, I do. But...
What are you planning?
-A duel. At this point, that's all there is.
Eat or be eaten.
-Why over here?
-Anyone who was on the platform and doesn't get on the train is suspect.
-Sorry I'm late.
-That's okay. It was only 50 minutes.
-Oh no! The old man who was on the bench is gone.
-That umbrella pick was a surprise, wasn't it?
-It really was.
Even my athletes foot got surprised and went away.
-That's silly.
But boss, it's not a laughing matter.
They knew you were pretending to be a customer.
-Look out. Danger is coming.
An evil spirit has latched on to you.
-Evil spirit?
-I am... what it says here.
-Japan Spiritualism Research Center. Aoji Hikaru.
They must be occultists. Why not write it in Japanese?
-Listen to me.
Our leader is called Komatsu Yumie. She's a world famous spirit medium.
If you think I'm lying, go and see her.
The evil spirit that's attached to you will be revealed before your eyes.
-I'm sorry but...
-Wait. Let's go to her. We might find out something about this case.
Aoji, please arrange it.
-Agreed. I'll call and then let's depart right away. Excuse me.
-Don't you know, spirit mediums are usually a scam?
-But there's no harm in trying.
-What happened?
-No use chasing him. He has a sports car.
-Yes, and he hates spiritualists.
Sorry, but could you take just us?
-Very well. I'll do it .
-Enter.
I'll call forth a spirit.
You mustn't utter a sound.
Understood?
Now. Go to the dark land of spirits.
The spirits are calling for you.
Now answer, Tsurumaki Keiko.
Where is Kikyo Shinji?
- I... like Shinji. I Love him.
-I didn't ask you about that.
Otomo. Tell me where Shinji is.
-Yes. Shinji is... in the trunk... of the car.
-It's useless to hide, Kikyo Shinji. Come out!
Finding out about us was well done but...
You scholars are all stupid.
Now come out!
-Hey you... It's too early to die. Please wait!
Tell me one thing. Why are they out to kill me?
-Now it's your turn.
You are a bird.
Wings are sprouting from your back.
They're getting bigger and bigger and bigger.
That's fine.
Try and flap them.
Let's fly. You are a crow.
Then a Candor. A Candor's alright, isn't it?
This limitless sky is yours.
Now fly!
-Help me!
Boss!
-Bill, look up!
-Boss, it's terrible.
-What's wrong?
-It's no time to play with toys.
The occultists packed up and disappeared.
And a new group showed up saying they'd rented the place for 8 years.
Said they'd never heard of the Spiritua what's it.
-Did you see the caretaker?
-No, he's gone and the cleaning lady was looking for him.
-Just as I thought!
Get rid of the caretaker... the place was theirs.
-I see. That makes sense.
But boss, the caretaker...
-He died... suddenly.
-Maybe she did too?
-Good shot! Changing the spring worked.
-Stop messing about!
Last night under hypnosis...
when asked your whereabouts, what do you think she said?
I like Shinji. I love him. love him. love...
That spunky sincerity blew me away!
When that Keiko could be...
Boss. Are you really not bothered?
Bill, if I wasn't bothered, I wouldn't be playing with toys.
Only 1 shot but...
It's still a fine weapon.
Even this
or this
-Then...
-I don't know how much I can do...
I don't care anymore why they want me.
Offense is the best defense.
-Tsurumaki? She's absent.
-Sorry but couldn't we have her address?
-But we're near deadline.
-Come off it!
Aren't you Keiko's superior?
Don't you care what happens to her?
-Just wait.
Keiko I know well.
-Excuse me. What was it you wanted?
-Nothing at all.
I just like watching the exploited help.
So let's go.
It's very close. With lot's more of the people I like.
-Did you hear Yamaguchi bought a car?
-New manager coming to work by car?
-Seduce the boss' daughter.
-Teranishi already has.
-Give me another.
-Alcohol leads to ulcers.
-Maybe he'll get cancer.
Where's the john?
-Bastard! I'd like to kill him.
-I can't take it any more.
-Her husband died too?
-But they have money.
-The truth is they're in deep debt.
-How tragic. Bring me another!
-How's that?
Humans are such sinful animals.
What do you think is life's greatest pleasure?
-Is Tsurumaki also a regular here?
-Don't you know? It's murder.
-Murder?
-The struggle for survival is man's fate.
That creates enemies, which breeds hatred
and leads to killing and murder.
No matter how close, underneath, each wants the other to drop dead.
Drop dead.
Nobody says it...
but they're all trapped in the same hole.
You too!
and you.
and of course, myself.
But unlike you, I don't hide it.
You think I'm crazy.
Crazy is fine.
All who have done great things in human history have been crazy.
Dostoyevsky, Nietzsche, Van Gogh, Hitler, Nero
And man's greatest desire is...
undoubtedly, War.
While chanting World Peace...
they all jump eagerly at news of war.
Because it's fun.
Because mass murder is the most fun.
I've gotten a bit off topic.
How about it?
-I'm fine.
-You've been talking so seriously
What do you people do?
-Take a guess. What do you think?
Let's see...
-Shall I tell you?
This man is a killer. Right?
-How beautiful!
Maybe, I'll have you do someone.
-That's fine. But at the moment my hands are full.
-So business is good.
You're after big prey.
He's not much of a person.
A disgraceful man, hard to get rid of.
Because of him, an innocent woman is in danger.
-Who is that woman?
Who are you anyway?
-Usually I enjoy killing slowly...
Even a cat plays with a mouse before killing it.
When this job's finished, I'll be back for your order.
-What does that man really do?
He's boss of a gang of certified killers.
-That's mean. I asked in earnest.
-Is that true? I don't get any of this.
-Look at this, Bill. It's hallow.
Knock-out drops.
If I'd lit my cigarette with this, I'd be out cold.
He meant to carry me out as if I were drunk.
-It's no joke. What are you waiting for.
-It's no use.
He's a typical criminal with honor.
Even if strangled, he wouldn't talk.
Better to find out their next...
-What is it?
Population Control Council Promotional Video
Lets get rid of the inessentials!
What's this? That joker!
Monsters! How could they?
We offer you a painless death by drinking this drug
We'll offer it as many times as neccessary.
Kikyo Shinji, be waiting for our messenger at 10 tonight.
What should we do, boss?
-We wait until 10.
There's nothing else to do.
They are really insane.
A gang of paranoid killers.
If we make a mistake, she will surely die.
-You can say that, but...
Is there a Kikyo Shinji here?
-That's me.
-It might be a prank but...
I found this on the street.
[ I'll probably be killed. ]
-Where did you find this?
-Near my doctor's clinic.
If you like, I can take you there. I have a car.
But is it real? It's so melodramatic.
-If it was thrown from a window, she must be in a nearby building.
-If it were only that simple.
-That's no way to drive!
-Careful, Bill.
-I had you, but I lost.
-Please, before you die, tell us...
Where's Tsurumaki Keiko? Where is she?
-Fuji. The foot of Mt. Fuji.
-The foot of Fuji, where?
-But boss, the base of Fuji covers a large area.
-But if our enemies see us coming?
-They'd think we knew where she...
So that's what you were planning.
-Nothing to do but catch another of them and find out more.
Looks like we got a response.
-With them watching from the sky, what can we...
-But from up there, they can't do anything either.
-That's right. At least we're safe.
-If I were them, I'd radio someone to cut us off.
-Yes, I get it. They could have...
There they are!
We can't stop. We'd better push passed them killers...
-Bill, stop the car.
Be careful of the bag.
-Thanks. We're saved.
Our car broke down.
-Hey can't you step on it?
-If you don't like it, get out.
-By the way, where are you headed?
-The Mount Fuji hotel at Yamanaka lake.
Thanks so much.
-We'll go to your room later.
I did it again.
-The Population Control...
-See you later.
Bill, let's get going. What's the matter?
-Those two are in on it.
What's going on here, boss?
-Purposely letting us see the envelope to see what we'd do, perhaps.
Don't relax your guard.
-Let us rest in your room.
-Room? We don't have one yet, but we'll work it out.
-Please use this.
I had a dream of deep passion, lovely hair,
-Thanks.
So let's get down to business.
-Business? What are you talking about?
-You're so cruel, with us shivering like this. We should be held.
-Hold you? What a joke.
-What's going on?
-Why did you approach us?
Are you just decoys? Are there other killers?
-Killers?
What's this about?
-Don't play dumb! We know what's up.
Look at this. It says
[ Japan Birth Control Assoc. ]
Boss, it's different.
-I see. It is different.
-Stop that! What's wrong with this?
What's wrong with ordering their catalog on birth control?
-Sorry. It was a different "Control".
-Suddenly, I have the urge to warm you up. How about it?
-What do you think?
-After that, they have to.
-Don't stop. I'm still cold.
That's not nice. Don't interrupt.
-Blood will flow from your wounds
Tears will flow without end.
Crutches are just crutches in the beginning
Under one's nose they're just junk.
Get in the car.
Now tell me. Where is Tsurumaki Keiko?
You failed, you know.
The organization won't forgive that.
Loyalty to your boss is worthless.
Not believing in loyalty is what makes them killers.
-This is Obakyu. Obakyu calling Atom. Over.
-This is Atom. Report.
-A black sedan, license: Nerima 3-48. Passed at 02:05. Recommend caution. Recommend caution. Over.
-Understood!
-Now, tell me. Where is she?
If you don't, your nose goes flying.
Never again will you recite Hange poetry.
-In the basement of the Hall.
-Basement of the Hall?
-The Defense Force exercise begins at 3.
Their target is the destruction of the Hall.
-What?
-Give up. You won't be in time.
Their compound is so well defended, you'll never get in.
-We only have 30 minutes. Go!
Only 15 minutes. Hang in there, Bill.
-Leave it to me.
Something's written there.
DANGER 2 Km ahead ARTILLERY RANGE
It's okay. We made it.
Defense force. Let's ask for help.
-Wait. We don't know if they're real.
-Sorry. The artillery begins in 15 minutes.
You can go no further.
-Don't worry. We've just come to watch.
-Just had to see the Defense Force in action.
-Them's good words. Wanna watch here with us?
-Please don't worry about us.
-Don't be shy. These are the best seats.
That over there's the target.
-Please, I'm a taxpayer. I'd really like to see how my taxes are used.
This is too far. Please let me watch a little closer.
-Hold it! Ya can't do that.
-Hey! Don't make such weird faces.
There's something strange about you guys.
HQ. HQ. This is Soran & Pappy.
There are 2 characters here acting suspiciously.
-It's a satellite!
-Hey! Someone's in the armory! Get in!
-But, what about these guys?
-Leave them and hurry!
-3 minutes left.
-But Boss, those forces are real.
-Leave that till later.
-2 minutes to firing.
-Tsurumaki.
-Keiko.
-Thanks for coming so far.
-That's the...
-The old philosopher of murder.
-I told my comrades in advance...
if something went wrong...
they were to get you to the place you are now.
I am very satisfied with the way my comrades followed their leader's orders to success.
Now it's one minute to the first barrage.
-How do you like my wonderful control of timing? Never too early or too late.
Shit! Those forces were...
-Now the final prayer.
-Listen. We only have one chance.
When the first shell explodes, jump in the hole.
After that, go from hole to hole and get away.
2 shells probably won't fall in the same place.
-Probably? But what if...
Don't worry.
If they hit the target each time, they wouldn't need practice.
-10 seconds before!
4 seconds
3 seconds
-Success.
It was a struggle.
-The beginning sings the song of eternity
With this sharp blow it is thought
At that time anger melts
-Your breasts bleed the joyful blood.
Did you think I would forgive failure?
-They're alive!
-It's a dud.
That's from the taxes you paid.
No way! I've never paid taxes in my life.
-Then it's the ones I paid.
What a waste.
Boss, what are you...
-What? If we sell it we'll get something back.
My end of the year rebate.
-Look out. It's dangerous. I'm getting out of here.
We've come this far...
-Rest a second.
What are you doing? It'll go boom.
Hey, soldier! Save me! I'm here!
It's that soldier. What should I do?
-Nothing to be done. They're over here too.
-Where's the other one?
-I'm over here.
-Idiot! Run from here.
-But there's a cannon over there and...
It doesn't hurt to be blown up. Get!
Are you alright?
-I'm okay, but what was that?
Oh that. I buried that dud pointing upward.
-The dud?
I can't. It's busted.
-My ass.
It's busted.
-Well done. Did you smell me?
Yes, I did. Smelled of blood. Did you come to steal a shell?
-That's lost and forgotten.
Those 4 men were the same battalion but second squad.
For me, killers are expendable.
But I can't play on without pieces.
Kikyo, what I want isn't your life.
Do you plan to continue the killing with me to the end?
Or get Tsurumaki Keiko back through negotiation?
Nothing to think over, I'd assume.
-Guess you're right. After coming this far...
there's not much difference between left and right.
-Good. Very good. I'm beginning to like you.
Come. Let's get off.
-I'll be going, Bill.
-Leave it to me.
-By the way, Kikyo. How old were you when you went to Germany?
-Germany?
-No need to hide it. In 1940, as part of the Nazi propaganda...
a group of Japanese youths were invited to Germany...
you were one of the members.
-But I hardly remember anything. I was only 8.
-I went in 1936, as a medical researcher.
One day I heard Hitler speak.
Suddenly my eyes were opened.
I'd never seen a madman so fascinating.
A great liar, a gigantic ball of homicidal fury standing before me.
I was impressed. He was a true human.
-Don't break your promise. We've still to talk.
We're finally able to be alone together.
This place is completely soundproof
and the sane care-givers go home at night, so we won't be bothered.
Please feel safe and be comfortable.
And now, about what I want
-Cleopatra's Tear, right?
Nothing to be surprised at. It's my body's secret.
I should know it better than you.
I pretended not to know because it was safer
If I'd shown that I knew why you were after me
you people would have attacked with ten times as much speed and ferocity.
Cleopatra's Tear
Once belonging to the French royal family.
A three million dollar diamond.
With it's malevalent legacy, this diamond
once fallen into Nazi hands, brought misfortune.
Another doctor in your murder association, Riehart Hinkel
was shown the diamond and stole it.
The Gestapo was thrown into chaos
and the thief was found to be Dr Hinkel.
At that time, a young boy, whose shoulder was injured in a bomb attack, was taken to Dr Hinkel.
Hinkel, knowing he'd be caught...
sewed the diamond into the boy's shoulder, intended to retrieve it soon after
but under Gestapo interrogation, died of a heart attack.
And that brings us 20 years to the present.
Finally the Nazis discovered what had happened.
Is that correct?
-That's how it was. They got the news from a nurse who'd seen the operation.
Bruckmayer killed a friend for the information and then came to me.
I in turn killed him for the information. But
more than that, tell me how you knew...
It's a zip gun, but has the power to rip leather.
Shall we test it on a throat?
Let's not.
After all, this is only for show.
I don't use vulgar things like pistols.
-Commendable.
Then shall we continue like this upstairs and release her from the ward.
-That's not like you.
Are you going to break your promise?
-It can't be helped. I don't have what you want.
-Sorry to disappoint, but the diamond put inside me was one of Hinkel's fakes.
Ten years ago, the wound started to hurt so I had the university hospital redo the operation.
What they took from me was a piece of glass the size of my thumb.
And it's the reason I became interested in this affair.
-I'll believe you because I don't want the diamond.
Why would I have tried to blow you to pieces?
I just wanted to give you a gorgeous murder.
Can you understand that? A murder where 3 million dollars worth of diamond goes up in fire and smoke.
It would have been spectacular - the climax of my murderer's art !
-Now, I'll have her released.
-Wait. Who are you?
-That's not possible. And yet it's not impossible.
-Then how about this.
Kikyo Shinji could be a man who travels the world making criminals cry.
The man who's been searching 10 years for the real Tear of Cleopatra.
Hearing the Nazis had come here, he grabbed the chance to set a trap for them...perhaps.
How's that? Does that make the story better?
-I can't believe it. Then getting past my men wasn't just luck or chance?
If that was done through your skill, then you are to be feared...
-Get going! I don't have time for useless conversation.
-I'm amazed. You truly make criminals cry.
That man has the strength of three men.
More than a man, he's closer to a gorilla.
-Shall we cleanly take off out caps?
-No. Let's take off the gloves.
I'm Mizurogi Shogo and I can't just crawl away quietly.
But I can't beat you at fisticuffs.
What do you say we settle with a Spanish duel?
-Spanish duel?
-We tie our left wrists together and fight with knives.
It's quite a stylish way to duel.
-I accept.
-Choose one and place it at your feet.
Now I'll count to three and we'll see what happens.
-How does it feel? What's become of your murderer's philosophy?
Your philosophy leaves one important thing out.
People may want to kill each other, but nobody wants to die.
The irony is that you wanted to help society through population control.
Shall we proceed to the finalé?
You'll taste something you've never tasted before.
The fear of death!
-Do you get it yet? Mizorogi Shogo is invulnerable!
I suffered much creating this machine gun.
The safety is released along with the glove.
Then I just do this...
It's alright. Only the moon is watching.
It's over now.
-It's like a dream. Just you and me together like this.
-Don't think badly of me.
This is Mama's business.
-So it's poison.
Then what about you? Who are you?
Who are you really?
-It doesn't matter who. I'd rather know about you.
What the hell are you?
-Mizorogi's daughter.
-Mizorogi's?
-My body's getting numb.
I'm not getting killed by you. I'm dying on my own.
-I see. Is that the maniac killer's pride?
-Maniac? No, I'm not crazy.
I just couldn't bare all the stupid people in the world.
I just enjoyed deceiving them.
But I was the one deceived by you.
Rather than stupid, you were frightening.
-What? Compared to you, I'm on the foolish side.
While doubting you, you were so pitiful I believed half.
-You doubted? Me?
-The first time was in the subway.
When even Bill didn't recognize me in that get up, how did the old man?
Easy. You were with me. That's how he knew.
And another. When I fought with gorilla man. You said nothing though you knew he was waiting for me.
That's when I knew.
-I'm so pissed, that you saw right through me.
-I'm just as pissed. Rather than beat you, I wanted to hold you again.
The stuff in this was just ordinary anesthesia.
-That makes me happy.
The truth is, you were the only one I didn't want to know about my family.
But it's all over now. It's time to part.
Agony. Hold me.
Harder. Hold me harder.
Don't let go.
I'm so happy.
You're here with me.
Yes for the moment.
-No, for always. Forever.
-How's that? The TNT you used is just like your organization.
Rest now, dear thing.
-Hey Boss, where have you been?
-Is Otomo Bill here?
-What? Boss, get ahold of yourself.
I'm right in from of you.
-You're Bill. I want to thank you.
Seems you took care of my little brother.
-Your brother?
He's such a hand full.
Ten years ago he ran away from Japan and then suddenly comes back again.
When he got back, he forced me to check in the hospital for a week-long physical.
No matter how I look, I'm only 35. Why the check up?
And then a week later when I'm out
he's left me a note that he's after the real diamond
A note like someone talking in their sleep.
And again I have no idea where he's gone.
And it seems he left something with you.
-This is it.
-Thanks.
What's this? "Thoughts on Cases of Murder Paranoia" That showoff!
#1. A man in his 40s puts a razorblade between 2 cards
#2. An old man in his 70s puts an ice pick on the tip of his umbrella.
What's he going on about? Writing such fiction about criminals when he knows nothing about the subject.
And by the way, I'm Shinji written with the character "to believe" and "to master".
My brother is Shinji written "to believe" and "the next". So don't mistake them.
Our old man was so anal. Thanks to him, our childhood was filled with confusion.
I spend a week being checked out in hospital and all they find is the athletes foot.
And then they tell me it can't be cured.
You can't believe the things he does. Oh my itchy feet.
-Hey. What's going on around here?