So he's still alive...
I was surprised to see you
together with him, considering you had abandoned him once before.
I think you've got the wrong person.
Have I?
What exactly do you want from me now?
Today we welcome the Representative Director
of Toue Konzern, Mr. Toue Tatsuo.
We will be asking him why
he created Platinum Jail on Midorijima,
along with several other questions.
Please go easy on me.
I'm not sure what I should ask first...
Then, I'd like to start by explaining why
I created Platinum Jail.
I have always wanted to offer perfect pleasure to the world.
And what's that, exactly?
I believe that perfect pleasure begins
when all people can live in an environment free of worries,
so they can feel peace and joy in both body and mind.
There are those who say they experience
happiness because of the hardships they've been through,
but I don't believe that's really the case.
He can talk.
I see. Happiness isn't relative, then?
Like he'd ever let Old Residential District folks like us into Platinum Jail.
That is correct.
The realization of perfect happiness allows people
to experience what it truly means to be stress-free.
If we could create environments like that all over the world,
I believe that violent conflict would simply disappear.
I hope that my Platinum Jail will serve as a model of that concept.
You don't want to live in Platinum Jail, Aoba?
Not really.
I don't have any worries or complaints with living here.
It's actually sort of fun.
Really?
Yeah, things are fine just as—
Grams, weren't you asleep?
Eh? Oh... I went to take out some trash.
You should have asked me to take out the trash.
Don't push yourself too hard.
Yeah, yeah.
All right, I'm going to bed.
Goodnight.
I understand the situation.
How are the plans?
Everything is in place.
I see...
I'm going to get my hands on it, no matter what.
Thank you so much for today.
I was moved by your wonderful words.
Apparently the reactions on the net are positive, as well.
No, no, thank you.
I had a lot of fun today.
Please, call me back again sometime.
See you.
Thank you for your hard work.
That was a wonderful interview.
Yes...
Well, propaganda demands smiles and dreams.
So, what did she say?
The usual.
I see. Well, people won't change so easily...
No. People can't change so easily.
Aoba, does your head hurt again?
No. The new medicine Grams made for me is helping with that.
Do you feel unwell otherwise?
On TV today, the representative from Toue Konzern was
talking about making perfect happiness a reality, but...
Something like that doesn't exist.
Master!
What the heck are you doing up there?
I was singing the Jellyfish Song.
Huh?
What is the Jellyfish Song, anyway?
When I lived with my grandfather,
he told me all sorts of things about jellyfish,
so I made up this song.
I don't really get it, but okay.
Master, did you know?
Jellyfish are mostly made up of water.
Isn't that interesting?
Oh, yeah?
I had no idea.
I wonder if jellyfish dream when they're asleep.
Dream?
Yeah, I have no idea...
Why are you holding an umbrella?
It looks like the stars are going to rain down.
You say that, but...
I don't even see any stars.
By the way, Master...
Hold it!
Could you stop calling me that?
Why is that?
It sort of makes me uncomfortable.
Just call me by my name.
No. Master, you are my master, so I'll be calling you Master.
Is that not okay, Master?
I guess it's okay, but...
Please call me by the name my grandfather gave me, Master.
It's Clear.
Oh, you mean the guy who told you about the jellyfish?
Yes.
Though, he's asleep now.
Aslee— Oh... I see.
Master...
You were just thinking about happiness, weren't you, Master?
How did you know that?
I heard your voice, Master.
Why do you think everyone wants perfect happiness, Master?
Huh?
Everyone will die one day...
And yet,
why, even in their short lives, do they desperately seek happiness?
I don't know.
I don't get it, either...
But I think people just want to live their lives the best they can.
People might be like that because
they can't imagine what it'll be like after they're dead,
so they're scared.
Can't imagine?
Well, even if you could imagine it,
it's not like you can find out for sure once you're dead.
So people try to leave as much proof
as they can that they were alive.
They believe that even after they disappear,
some proof that they lived will remain in this world.
Proof that they lived... you say?
I don't really know what happiness is.
I just want to have fun while I'm still alive.
Master! The way you think is wonderful!
Huh?
You've taught me something I didn't know, Master.
As thanks for teaching me something new,
I'd like to sing for you again. May I?
Sure. Your singing is nice.
My grandfather was always pleased with my singing, too.
I'd like to please you, too, Master, so I'll sing.
If my singing could please someone again, nothing would make me happier.
Then maybe I'll request a lullaby.
Sway, sway, swaying,
in between the waves...
What's wrong? Is work rough lately?
Your fatigue is showing in your hair.
Koujaku-san!
Something's wrong at Dry Juice's hideout!
Thank you for your hard work!
Koujaku?
Aoba, get here quick!
What do you think this means?
Yeah...
I wonder where Mizuki-san and the other Dry Juice members all went.
Koujaku!
Aoba...
What's going on?
Mizuki disappeared...
What?!
I've been trying to contact him since yesterday, but I can't reach him.
So I came to check on him, and this is what I found.
All the tags are replaced with Morphine's.
Were they spirited away?
Where did they go?
They couldn't have just moved into a new territory, right?
Hey, over there...
Well, I was wondering who was here.
Hello, Aoba-san. What a coincidence.
Heyo, Aoba.
Virus... and Trip.
What are you doing here?
We're in charge of this area.
So you're yakuza.
Aoba, you hang out with guys like them?
Not really...
And I met them before they were yakuza, anyway.
It was while you were away from the island, Koujaku.
Indeed. We're somewhat close friends of Aoba-san.
Yep. Work's got nothing to do with it.
I'm sure there are some rather violent people in our profession,
but we haven't broken any laws.
We're acting strictly within reason.
It's a pleasure to meet you.
Yakuza are yakuza.
There's no good or bad about it.
Once you fall in with them,
it taints your blood all the way to your core.
This might sound odd for us to say,
but the yakuza and police on this island aren't very different.
Isn't that right?
Aren't you the head of a team?
I'm sure you're friends with some of the police officers.
It's not like all of the cops are bad.
There are some good ones, too.
Then I'd be happy if you'd consider us like them, too.
We're the good yakuza.
Hey, do you know what happened to Dry Juice?
Now that you mention it, no one's here.
Yeah. They all disappeared.
Disappeared?
We just got here, as well,
but all of the Dry Juice tags have been painted over,
and replaced with Morphine tags.
Morphine?
You mean the group that people talk about like some mythical creature?
Yeah.
It's possible that someone just tried to make it look like
Morphine was behind this, but...
Still, this is rather brutal.
For a whole team to disappear at once...
It's creepy, and I'm sure it wasn't easy to pull off.
Yeah, I know. That's why...
I see.
I think I understand the situation.
If we hear anything, we'll be sure to contact you.
Please.
But it seems that incidents like this are on the rise lately.
Please be careful, Aoba-san.
There's a lot going on that we don't understand, either.
We're a bit stuck, too.
I'm sure you consider the Ribs no more than pawns for passing the time.
What are you going to do about it?
Well, we do live off of the city, so it's a given that we should perform
where we have a solid foothold.
And having Morphine, or whoever it is,
trash our territory without permission
is rather unpleasant.
Right?
Now, then. We'll be taking our leave.
If we find out anything, we'll let you know immediately.
Yeah, thanks.
This is terrible...
Where did you go, Mizuki?
You...
It's going to start close to here soon.
You'd better fight today.
Rhyme, huh?
You don't give up, do you?
Aoba said he wasn't going to do it.
I wasn't asking you, musclehead.
What'd you say, you bastard?!
Stop.
Don't get full of yourself, brat.
But it's the truth.
I just said, don't get full of yourself.
Whatever.
Talking to you really makes me hate Rhyme.
Does it matter?
No one cares about being liked by a Rib, anyway.
Hey, you guys...
Besides, who fights with physical strength and fists in this day and age?
Totally lame.
There's nothing to gain from a battle that just happens in your head.
You're just trying to run from reality.
Hey...
I guess it's natural for a musclehead to think like a total stiff.
There's no point in talking to you.
I don't want to hear that from a bean sprout with a giant head.
I'm not a bean sprout.
Really? You sure look like one to me.
Huh? What's up?
I'm gonna keep going.
I guess we should settle this here.
This is stupid, but I don't like you.
So I'll crush you.
I'll make sure you can never smart off like that again.
Koujaku, why are you taking this so seriously?
Sorry, Aoba.
I can't just let him go after he talked all that trash about me.
Whatever.
Noiz, give it a rest! Just calm down!
He's the one who needs to calm down.
Hey, wait!
Koujaku! Noiz!
What the hell are you doing?!
Crap!
What's all the ruckus here? Rhymers? Ribs?
Either way, your sentence is death!
This isn't over.
Aoba! Hurry!
Yeah.
I have something to tell you, so I'll stop by your house later.
All right.
Hold it!
Damn it...
Please help me The Kidnapped Princess
The Kidnapped Princess?
Is this spam?
Please help me The Kidnapped Princess
What?
Again?
Come on...
Please help me The Kidnapped Princess Please help me The Kidnapped Princess Please help me The Kidnapped Princess
Damn it...
Ren.
What's wrong, Aoba?
Ren, there's something wrong with my email.
What is this? A virus?
One moment. I'll investigate.
Analysis complete. It's not a virus.
But I've taken extra precautions just in case it might turn out to be one.
Can't you just block whoever's sending them?
Because the sender is unknown, it's impossible for me to block them.
What the heck?
Seriously, what's going on?
I think it'd be best to check what it says, just in case.
Is it okay to open it?
Oh, fine! I'll look at it already!
Huh?
What the heck?
It's a game download.
A game download?
Oh, like last time...
So that's it... Hm? There's no start button...
Ren, it's not doing anything.
It could just be a demo.
A demo?
Was there any point in sending it out, then?
Oh, it started...
What the heck?
This game is complete nonsense.
Indeed.
Looks like all that email was spam, too.
Talk about a waste of time!
Let's go home already...
Mizuki!
Hey, wait! Mizuki!
Oh, I'm sorry.
Mizuki...
Is something wrong, Aoba?
I have a bad feeling about this...
I'm gonna call Grams.
She's not answering?
Yeah... Grams never did like Coil. Damn it!
Grams!
Grams?
Grams! Where are you?!
This isn't Grams...
Morphine?!
This one, too...
Where's Grams?
I just asked you where Grams is!
Damn it!
Where's Grams?!
Do you understand the situation you're in?
What the heck is this?
Please!
I'll do whatever you want.
Then stop dawdling.
You've always been the one I was after.
Wake up!
You're the one who's messed up!
Help me!