First, about my work.
What I work with is —
corpses.
1878, london
When a person dies,
their body becomes 21 grams lighter.
This is the severity,
or, as they say, the weight of the soul.
When the soul abandons the body,
we insert an element of a pseudo-soul,
resurrecting the dead.
But this is not a real soul.
It is similar to Victor Frankenstein.
The first dead man.
The First.
He said,
"I'm looking for a favourite"
holding his thirst.
He was in despair,
realizing what he had done.
And so, Victor disappeared without a trace along with his records.
Leaving it to us,
for the first study.
No soul, no words.
Just a puppet.
If the First can gain the soul,
if the flesh is completely empty,
we can return the 21 grams,
and we will be able to return
all of what was lost.
Run.
Can you see me?
Do you recognize me?
Go.
Stop.
Everything seems to be normal...
Hand.
Take this pen.
Write down everything that happens.
Hopefully, it'll help regain the soul.
Welcome back, Friday.
Translation note: Friday is an Indian who saved Robinson Crusoe in the novel of the same name.
Before the current century was already at hand,
animated corpses determined the fate of the Queen.
A hundred years before the successful
resurrection of Dr. Victor Frankenstein,
the population was afraid of animated corpses, hated them,
and did not approve of the use of animation technology.
The first who took the dead were women.
Resurrecting fallen soldiers,
they were able to live with their deceased family.
Soon, the world saw the possibility of war with the dead,
and began to actively implement the plan into action.
Generated by the military,
the technology went to the people,
radically changing the essence of being.
Time after time, simulating,
analyzing marks on punched cards, looking for a pseudo-soul.
Its name was: Necro-unit.
They could replace anybody: coachmen, butlers, factory workers.
Corpses filled the world.
It is no exaggeration to say that
the world's economy relied on corpses.
In the once ominous castle,
the Tower of London,
they engineered the dead,
improving day by day Necro-unit,
increasing the population of the risen, worldwide.
The outstanding computer power of the analytical computer was used to assist it.
Its name: Charles Babbage.
Translation note: Charles Babbage was a famous English mathmetician and the inventor of the first analytical computer.
This is a story. A story of a dead man.
e n g l i s h t r a n s l a t i o n b y w i n n e o n o r i g i n a l r u s s i a n t r a n s l a t i o n b y s h i r o m e
The Cambridge Engine.
29 streams of analysis soul elements.
Completed so soon.
Excellent.
However...
You should know that this is a State secret.
If you know,
why do you go through all this trouble?
What do you think of his poor family,
knowing that you stole the body of his close friend?
This cannot be allowed.
A successful medical student at the University of London, with an unusual passion.
The illegal installation of a Necro-unit for the resurrection of the dead.
The penalties cannot be avoided.
Do you think I do not understand that?
Good.
Let's not let your talent and passion rot in this basement.
Her Majesty is not an idiot.
Let's make a deal.
My name is M.
I work for the British Crown.
John Watson.
Translation note: John Watson is the sidekick of Sherlock Holmes. How do you not know this?
1878, british india, bombay
Former President of the United States,
Ulysses S. Grant.
Personally, I came to study civil war technology.
What happened over there?
What's that explosion?
Why did you freeze?
What are you doing?
Do you want to die on the front lines?
Quickly!
Throw it!
It'll explode!
Friday!
Do something!
Fuck!
What are they doing?
Russia created corpses with explosive properties.
Once it gets smuggled in, the dead become bombs themselves.
You can also decompose fat into glycerol?
Poor things.
Look at them both.
They aren't suitable.
Get in already!
I forgot to mention, there is also a Russian cavalry.
What do they want?
We saw the treasure.
Translation note: It might be "they", not "we".
It's unlikely we are the only ones.
Friday, get the gun out of the bag!
Kill him, quick!
Shoot, Friday!
Friday!
Take the gun and shoot him in the head!
Shoot!
That's annoying.
You!
What?
Sit here and hold the reins.
Like that's easy!
That's all.
You're Burnaby.
Captain Frederick Burnaby.
Translation note: A famous British soldier and traveler.
They sent Walsingham.
Translation note: A member of the Privy Council and specialized in counterintelligence.
No, an observer officer.
I know you.
You're a stupid student and a maniac.
Hey, don't be offended.
At worse, I'll send the body back, as well as its predecessor.
It will still benefit this country.
Predecessor?
What happened to him?
He disappeared.
So, welcome.
You're not answering me!
I forgot!
Anyway, the fate of no escape.
It would be better if you ride.
Oh, and by the way,
write down, "He's a good-looking fellow."
Don't write that, Friday.
Come on now, let him do his job.
Don't mess with him!
So many soldiers here...
From old Hare Krishna.
Even the Carabinieri.
Translation note: Italian soldiers.
They're being sent to Afghanistan.
Now that there are more corpses.
Perhaps the revival of the dead is for you - it's entertaining.
Mine!
I don't want it.
Whoops, I almost forgot. There is something for you.
Here.
What is it?
It's from Walsingham.
An identity?
For you.
A military doctor.
I still haven't finished the academy.
This man...
Alexei Fyodorovich Karamazov.
Translation note: He's the main character of the novel "The Brothers Karamazov."
The chaplain of the Imperial Russian Army.
He deceived the Romanov dynasty, posing as Frankenstein.
Three months ago, engineers raised the dead for an armed uprising.
But they perished in an Afghanistan depth.
The motive?
Construction of a New Kingdom, for the dead.
In addition,
to throw them into the thick of the Afghan War,
even as a scout.
Karamazov.
He studied the lost research records of Dr. Frankenstein.
"Notes of Victor."
A process, that inspires the soul in the body.
First it enabled technologies.
III Department of HIH Office of Russia has started to operate.
Translation note: I don't know what this means.
Great Game.
Translation note: Great Game is a geopolitical rivalry between the British and Russia for dominance in South and Central Asia.
Neither the Russian Empire nor Karamazov
failed to achieve bribery for world domination.
An examination of the Empire of Corpses and the proof of the existence of "Notes of Victor" — that's your task.
You're late.
I thought you died.
Some stuff happened.
You weren't spent on proper protection.
You're still witty as always.
Nice to meet you, my name is Nikolai Krasotkin.
Translation note: Yet another character from the novel "The Brothers Karamazov".
Watson, John Watson.
Friends of the dead and a maniac-engineer?
Alright then.
I'm counting on you, Dr. Watson.
Over here.
He's Russian.
We traveled from Bombay for this?
Don't worry.
He's a colleague.
No need to fret.
How can I trust him?
Oi, Burnaby!
New technology has been derived from records of Karamazov.
Wanna take a peek?
Let's go, Friday.
You've got these recordings.
Why do you involve yourself in the war?
It doesn't matter to you.
You'll get these recordings.
As long as you can ensure their safety,
you'll get them.
I see.
Internal disruption began in the Russian Empire.
Using a decoy won't achieve anything.
No more, no less.
It'll be a long trip.
For the agents of reconciliation and their armies!
Good.
Now reload.
That's enough of that.
It's for self-defense.
It's important for them to learn.
Perseverance. Determination. Those are excellent qualities.
I will be praying not to fall in love with you.
You're one of the people who served Karamazov?
I was connected agent.
He stole the recordings during military experiments with the dead.
Together with a test subject.
Was it possible to revitalize the First?
What records?
Ah, a record analysis is not yet complete.
You never know, eh?
He's not going to create a gang, like the ancient community of assassins.
This suspicious man was forced to work in absolute secrecy.
But you should know that Karamazov couldn't kill intentionally.
Out there, anything could happen.
In the interests of the state, we have to get him back.
Now he's to the north of Kabul, in the valley of the river Kokcha.
If you know everything, why are I here?
We need you, Dr. Watson.
You're a specialist to revive the dead.
Fire!
1878, the khyber pass
Closer enemies would not fit.
It's useless.
They were immediately shot.
They put a mass of corpses in a line.
They were shot violently.
The outcome of the battle can be described by one formula.
Wherever there was a need for battle.
Then it just becomes a game.
People need a story.
Such that the heroism in their blood runs cold.
Most people simply do not understand your hypothesis.
They don't understand it, and therefore it doesn't take.
Until the foreseeable future, they'll submit a hand.
The story is driven by your stupidity.
And stupidity is transmitted generations.
In the end,
this is what happens.
Go a little easier.
Be careful.
The enemy is looking for us.
Careful, don't die.
Damn it!
Fall back!
It's been a long time since I've amused them.
Go away, please.
Friday, take the rifle.
I can't believe it.
Even they anticipate movement.
He's just a corpse?
He dodged?
As I said.
The future is now.
Dr. Watson!
Karamazov has developed a Necro-unit!
The ability for greater exertion at each joint,
to be able to choose the most optimal strategy,
this is not how previous corpses were.
They only have one thing left.
The desire to kill.
Our aim —
is for these Victor Technologies.
They simply don't end!
Watson!
Hurry up!
What are you waiting for?
N-Nothing!
Only this... is there no other way?
Nope!
Hayaku, move!
Translation note: Hayaku means pla— I-I mean, "hurry up" or "come on".
These corpses are just wasted.
Yeah, I know.
Burnaby.
What is it?
Can I take a corpse as a trophy?
Install the power supply.
My desire to kill.
A desire that of a corpse.
Is it not more than software?
He was right.
Seat of the soul.
Run.
Increase the power of thought control.
There they are.
Those eyes.
He's trying to speak?
Increase the power, Friday!
What's your name?
Speak!
Your name!
The experiment has been terminated, Friday.
Why did you ask for the corpse's name?
Is it important?
You seem a little attached.
Noble Savage 007,
as well as all the resources of Walsingham,
even Friday, have their own number.
Even corpses need something to call themselves.
As a symbol for identification, they are given names.
We still don't know how to decrypt the ID.
They have names,
they just don't know how to speak them.
So why do you need the Notes?
We don't have such technologies.
It is time to withdraw.
A breakthrough in technology can give instincts like those corpses.
That's easy to say.
Yup.
Do the Notes really exist, Friday?
I could prove his hypothesis.
You must be Dr. Watson?
My name is Hadaly. I am a representative of President Grant.
Translation note: Hadaly is a mechanical woman contructed by Edison in the novel "L'Ève future".
You seem to love trills.
Grant loves danger.
Does it have a soul?
And the corpse?
He is like a living person,
even supporting its own thought process.
That's the soul.
An old friend of mine said, "Thought defines the soul."
And that corpse wanted to speak.
In other words, you refute the theory of "The soul defines thought."
Well, it's just a hypothesis.
But sooner or later, it will be proved.
You want to know whether this is your soul?
I have no soul.
I don't know what it's like.
Maybe I can find it.
Someday, somewhere.
You'll regret you met that woman.
Be careful.
Why did Karamazov steal corpses of soldiers? This rebellion.
If we study the enhanced corpses, rebirth of the First is just around the corner.
They have their reasons.
But we need to make sure.
Your task: to prove the existence of those Notes.
And the reason why it is not necessary to delve into experiments.
Alesha ought to know the story.
We're here.
The corpses of women and children ...
I was waiting for you.
Dr. Watson.
My name is Alexei Karamazov.
You look great!
Alesha.
Thank you, Nick.
I'm glad you're safe.
If you want us to complete the task, I'd like an easier way to do it.
The British Empire is going through hard times.
I hope you can bear that in mind.
This is what we discovered together with Nikolai,
in the Canadian Arctic Archipelago.
Dr. Watson,
why do you want the Notes?
For the First's resurrection, or to obey orders of the State?
To be able to study the technology of the dead; that does not require a reason.
Once, I repeated the experiment for the First's resurrection.
A countless mountain of corpses,
and countless eyes lost to their luster.
When you notice your own reflection in those eyes,
one has to wonder:
"Do I want this?"
I'll ask again.
Why, Dr. Watson, do you want the Notes?
For the sake of improving the technology of the dead,
and for the First's resurrection.
Even if it is illegal to perform such act?
Once, forbidden techniques were normal in everyday life.
And indeed, the dead also included.
That's true.
Once created however, the technology cannot disappear simply by someone's request.
That's why we let Nikolai destroy the data,
and we took the Notes.
The Empire has taken on a new battlefield. One of the dead.
The world is rapidly restructuring.
Britain cannot turn a blind eye to this.
Where are the Notes?
If you want the Notes,
you must promise to destroy them.
What for?
You don't need the reason.
A lot of words have been said to resolve this story.
Friday...
You need the Notes... for him.
You don't need to treat it as a person.
Dr. Watson,
when you start to bear the shoulders of new technology,
the reality of it all finishes you.
No matter what will become of me in the end,
I will find the Notes.
The words you speak now will decide your path.
I'm glad we spoke.
Mutually.
See you tomorrow, then.
Friday, follow me.
Take a look.
This is what you crave:
new technology of the dead!
Stooooop!
Nikolai!
I got you!
In this...
my...
your... mission...
over...
No way...
He entered the opposite element of the soul.
That's impossible!
Opium.
Music is also important.
When immersed in the blurred artificial mind,
there is a pseudo-element of the soul.
This method is described in the Notes.
You're crazy!
This is murder!
You're the same!
You conducted the autopsy in the Khyber Pass.
Do not compare corpses to Nikolai!
I used his brother as a test subject.
We're very similar, indeed.
We both want to revive the First.
For that, we need to attain even our dearest.
Where's Nikolai's soul?
It's gone.
In the future, he would be a dead man.
Please remember.
The folly of this technology.
But the technology is still not perfect.
Why must you sacrifice others?
Say something, you bastard!
Maybe his soul can be found!
The sacrifice of an someone important...
why must you turn your back to this!
Show some compassion!
To convey your thoughts to someone is more difficult than you think.
Nikolai, I'm sorry.
Brother.
There is no other way.
The Notes are in Japan.
If you are to go, continue your research and move on!
Once the Notes are within your grasp,
remember my words.
We want...
the Notes to be destroyed!
I...
Nikolai and Karamazov received orders from Russia.
They weren't going to spare them,
so they left their engineering in pieces.
Why didn't Karamazov destroy the Notes?
You also cannot kill Friday.
I'll go to Japan.
What did Walsingham say?
Keep looking for the Notes.
That's enough.
I cannot turn my back to this.
He only mocks them.
He used to drink together and have fun with them.
He would sacrifice anything for the sake of it.
Let's go. To Japan.
1879, tokyo
Sorry for intruding.
Are you from Britain?
In the Russian-Turkish War,
you did a great service to the British Empire.
Back then, I was sent as a military attaché in the Plevna Foretress from Russia to see everything for myself.
Translation note: An attaché is someone on the staff of an ambassador, typically with a specialized area of responsibility.
The British Army was not able to enter Plevna.
That's what's known officially.
At the request of my colleague, Nikolai Krasotkin,
I was sent from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
As a slave of the Imperial Japanese Army.
I'm Yamazawa Seigo.
Your escort is waiting outside.
Please.
What are you doing?
I'm investigating undercover.
And what's the catch?
I was immediately caught.
So empty.
Aren't you ashamed to be walking around like that?
Underwear is not shameful!
Translation note: This is a parody of Strike Witches. You know. That shitty excuse of an anime.
Really?
If you don't care, it's fine I guess.
Nothing yet?
The former Russian ambassador ordered Karamazov to keep the Notes to himself until his return.
After reports of contact with the Oosato chemical laboratory,
Translation note: An organization in the James Bond film, "You Only Live Twice".
there were missing traces.
The Oosato chemical laboratory?
It's a facility for the study of corpse technology.
A joint-stock company of the former government
For some time now, it has covered up all official communication regarding the matter.
The time coincides with the acquisition of the Notes?
Due to the change of government, it's lost influence.
They still plan for the development of a new generation of corpses.
This smells fishy.
Don't worry.
This'll be interesting.
Translation note: An import-export company of James Bond. It was used as a cover for the Secret Service.
Sorry for intruding.
Dr. Watson has arrived in Japan.
Captain Burnaby is also with him.
As you might expect.
It appears what I predicted came true.
The security around here is asleep.
What's the plan?
The second building showed signs of breaking in.
Someone has already...
23 minutes ago, most likely.
Take a look.
All the people were killed...
Do you think it's a trap?
Perhaps another time?
No, I accept their challenge.
To attack defenseless people...
these Notes better be worth it.
Looks like they got here first.
Yeah, these are Walsingham's agents.
No doubt about it.
They seem to have set their eyes on the Notes.
Not only us, but Britain and others as well.
What are those spots?
They instilled a live pathogen.
Their brain functions are lost.
That way, you can enter the pseudo-soul.
Recently, I made a bet on biological weapons.
Looks like I may have lost it.
We must immediately destroy the Notes.
Or there will be more dead.
You will not pass.
It looks like a Master.
A kind of corpse without reason.
I'll spit on them.
Watch me!
Back up!
Watson!
Leave me be!
Quickly! Destroy the Notes!
Watson!
Run!
Destroy the Notes!
Sorry.
Come on, Friday.
Friday, find the Notes of Victor.
This is...
the Notes of Victor.
Thought defines the soul.
If there is a soul, it dwells in the heart.
The soul's existence can be proved with the loss of 21 grams.
My desire...
We want... the Notes to be destroyed!
Friday, analyze the Notes.
Watson.
What are you doing!
It's...
some kind of cipher?
Where are the recordings for the rebirth of the soul?
Watson!
Do something! Now!
Watson!
It stopped...
The corpses are no longer moving.
Friday!
This is a good time to retreat!
What's the matter, Friday?!
Can you see me?
Friday!
Watson!
It's time to mosey on out of here!
They'll stop soon!
Answer me, Friday!
Tell me what you're hearing!
Watson!
What the fuck are you doing?!
I'm here.
I'm here! Do you hear me?!
Oi, Watson!
Friday!
It doesn't matter, let's go!
What the hell are you doing! Stop it!
Why are the Notes still intact?
Friday analyzed them!
He's trying to speak!
Maybe his soul is coming back to him!
I watched as he just fell over.
Move!
No!
What did Karamazov say?
Don't tell me that you forgot.
Do you think Nikolai gave his life in vain?!
You're only seeing what you want!
Move!
Such a thing doesn't belong in this world!
Stooop it!
Friday's soul is in there!
If this thing here is rebirth of the soul,
it shouldn't ever be allowed to happen!
Friday...
Protect... Notes...
Foolish people.
Why did it come to this, pursuing the Notes of Victor?
So arrogant in their dreams.
So unhappy.
You're very much like Victor Frankenstein.
The First.
I have no name.
I wandered a hundred years,
because it was the only thing left to me.
Strange.
Your master thought he could resurrect you with the help of the Victor Technologies.
Give back the Notes!
You stepped on the same path as that of Victor.
Let's go.
Give...
Friday...
Your hypothesis was correct.
I was unable to keep his word...
I'm sorry...
It seems a little bit off to me.
What are you talking about?
Enough!
You need to rest.
I can't prove the existance of the 21 grams without you!
Leave me.
You don't understand me.
Dig a grave.
Use my body.
If you feel the soul, give me a signal.
Like this.
That way, we can confirm our hypothesis.
Agreed?
Because you have not fulfilled your promise,
they all died.
The power of the human soul was so captivating that even you couldn't let it go, regardless of the restrictions.
All that cannot be reversed was destroyed.
Noone, not even you, can get away with it.
Run their dirty little hands in the skillful union of the flesh and soul.
Friday!
No...
Dr. Watson,
it's dangerous here.
Friday.
Dr. Watson.
Friday!
Dr. Watson.
Are you okay?
It's best not to sit up.
Relax a little.
Where am I?
You are on board the ship Richmond.
We're heading to 'Murica.
You, too, were looking for the Notes?
I wanted to apologize.
To stop him, we had to use a very potent drug.
I couldn't stop him myself.
What about Burnaby?
No need to worry.
He's also on board.
As well as Yamazawa, both in good heath.
But in Japan.
I...
The ship's doctor said that you have been infected by them.
An infection at the Oosato chemical laboratory?
Make sure you don't catch it.
It doesn't threaten me.
A little more rest and you'll be able to get up.
So just relax.
Thank you, Hadaly.
The First offended us.
Begotten of human desire, but devoid of free will.
Ordinary corpses have no emotions.
All they are, are moving hatred and loneliness.
He used the Notes and the analytical computer to bring out-of-control, large-scale experiments to all of Eurasia.
The Notes of Victor couldn't fall into the hands of the First, as to not cause infinite spread of dangerous technology.
I want you to persuade him to resurrect the doll for Dr. Watson.
And what is need to resurrect Friday?
Translation note: The Hansen Writing Ball was one of the first mass-produced typewriters by the end of the 19th century.
I found a writing ball back in the Oosato chemical laboratory.
I want Dr. Watson to analyze the remaining traces of the First.
I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I can't do that.
Dave.
Ask him yourself.
Please.
However,
for saving him, that I can thank you for.
Oi, you there.
Gimme a swab!
Hah, Dr. Consult, amirite?
The old man ran away because you wouldn't hurry.
That look back in Japan...
Analysis of the records had been successfully completed.
But...
No matter how much of the Necro-unit's code I rewrite,
the former you still won't come back.
What I did to help you, made you suffer?
What's Friday to you?
A friend?
A test subject?
Had Alex & Nick been right, I do not know.
But they sacrificed their lives for this!
What about you?!
What say you?!
Stop wallowing in corpses.
Paul Bunyan.
Translation note: A giant fictional lumberjack in American folklore.
One of the eight parts of the analytical computer.
The brain, the thought processes that occur at the expense of steam and electricity,
was captured by the words of death, originally endowed with emotion,
and now it sees incoherent dreams.
Rise.
Heed my words over the dead.
The beginning has come to an end. It's time to release it into the wild!
We don't have time.
It's dangerous here.
Be ready to run.
Sorry for this.
Let's go.
Here it is.
Where are they hiding?
"Paul Bunyan" has been activated.
All corpses within its range of sound waves have been taken over.
Sound waves?
What happened?
Get back, bastards!
What do you want, First?
Even if he says he wants revenge on all of mankind,
it seems to me that he's just searching for something.
The answer to all this,
what I want,
what you want,
lies right here.
When he gets out of control, use this.
My strength alone cannot hold him.
Let's go.
The U.S. was a step ahead of the First.
Britain, Egypt, India, Afghanistan, Japan —
these countries were looking all over the world for the Notes,
but yet they did not succeed.
Dr. Watson,
Only you were able to find the First and the Notes.
Aren't you forgetting the people that helped him?
Unlike corpses, that does not have the same effect on the living.
However, Hadaly,
you may be different.
I realized that and came here.
If the soul contains a mass of 21 grams,
what is the source of this here?
You came close to answering the missing piece of the puzzle.
I wish to have a soul.
I want to be able to cry, to feel sorrow and distress.
Please!
Take me with you!
Now we're even.
Don't let them get away!
Hold on tight!
Burnaby!
A doll cannot realize this dream!
1879, san francisco
Hadaly,
are you able to control corpses?
With the help of some special commands.
So it's true. The sound waves.
Necro-unit, the analytical computer, and even society,
they all come together to form a complex and intricate system.
But there must be a crack in it somewhere.
You and the First were able to break through that crack?
We must stop the First.
He has Paul Bunyan.
I think it's over there.
Dr. Watson.
a lighthouse located my hideout.
It's important that we split up.
Hold on.
Friday.
It's...
as Alexei said...
the Notes...
actually...
Dr. Watson,
quickly, use the medicine!
Over there!
There's a horde of them.
Should we break through?
Here we go!
Friday!
Stop it!
Quickly, over here!
Move!
And you?
I'll try to buy you some time.
What?!
In this situation, I can help you out.
And I won't give up!
Don't worry, leave everything to us.
Hurry, to the shelter.
Alexei said that no matter what happens,
we must stick together!
Hadaly, please!
You...
I'm a mechanical doll. An android.
Your task is to find the location of the First.
We'll catch up with you.
And then,
tell me the secret of the soul.
Promise me?
By putting the Notes in the hands of Victor, I thought I kept his promise.
No matter what,
I wanted to keep his promise.
Friday...
What are you seeing?
Where did your soul go? What are you seeing?
Friday!
I...
just want to see you again.
I'm here!
Here at least a couple of my words!
Why!
Why did you leave me?
Why do you not come back?
Friday!
I...
understand...
Friday!
I knew it...
You've been here this whole time.
It's over!
Give us the Notes.
You came sooner than I thought you would.
Don't move!
I have, for a long time, wanted to see the First.
Walsingham...
"M"?
It seems the Notes have not yet filled your greed.
Using analytical computers around the world,
you have brought the dead out of control.
What has been proved here?
Whatever.
As long as these Notes exist,
my desire is not possible.
What are you planning to do with the Notes?
To burn mankind into ashes.
To create a world without war and violence.
Your arrogance will ruin you.
Take him away.
I'm glad you're safe.
Sorry.
I was wrong.
Why are you sorry?!
Words will not heal the past!
If you destroyed the notes when you were able,
none of this would have happened!
Women, children, the elderly, they're all dead!
All because of your "desire".
Damn it.
Why?
I don't think what I did isn't wrong.
If I deserve death, then just kill me!
But if you let me,
give me a chance to fulfill Alexei's promise!
Let me put an end to this chaos!
Burnaby!
You still don't know where they are.
How do you plan to go about doing this?
Friday.
bring it here,
show Burnaby.
This is an invitation from the First.
It's real?
Yes.
It was sent directly to the Hansen Writing Ball, encrypted.
The First has been sent to the Tower of London.
M took the notes and is plotting something terrible.
I fear it'll be analyzed with the help of Charles Babbage.
I never thought Walsingham would do this.
What's your plan?
Establish a connection through the special functions of Friday.
To create a logical labyrinth in the analytical computer.
And stop the spread of music to subdue them.
That way, it'll make them useless.
How do you plan to get there?
Burnaby,
please help me!
It's been decided.
Thank you.
Where are we?
We're in the underground research lab, created by my father.
Your father?
What's this?
USS Nautilus.
Translation note: The Nautilus is a fictional warship in a few historical novels.
By order of the President,
as a trophy from Britain, my father rewrote it in absolute secrecy.
Translation note: In the original novels, the HMS Nautilus belonged to the Royal Navy of Great Britain.
Using this ship,
before anything else happens,
I think we'll be able to overtake the First.
Have you sailed this thing before?
A little more time and I will have finished the project for communication with the spiritual world.
Wanna take a peek?
Absolutely. As soon as we get back.
So that's how it is.
Hadaly.
Be sure to keep everything a secret from the State.
And believe in yourself, no matter what.
Thomas Edison.
Translation note: Y'all don't need me to explain this guy to you, right? Right?
Does your father know what you want?
Yes.
But he doesn't like the noise.
The noise?
What is the origin of the soul's mass?
The severity of consciousness.
The severity of thought.
The severity of sorrow.
I produced,
suppressing innate emotion, as excess noise.
Perhaps he didn't want to hear your anguish and suffering.
That's what I would like to know.
That's why I... am just a bad copy.
This the analytical computer, work your mind,
and complete the analysis of the Notes.
I only need to enter the release code.
The Brain of Victor.
I knew it. He really was here.
The dead must kill, or people will exterminate one another.
If this goes on, mankind will destroy itself.
I myself will save humanity from extermination.
Yes, to begin a new era!
Charles Babbage!
Bring mankind on the path of salvation!
It seems we're too late.
That's this "M's" doing?
Thank you.
We're as close as we can be.
Maybe we can revive him.
I'll leave it to you.
The preparations have been completed.
Please, Friday.
Hang tight!
Has it already started?
Look at that defense.
Our goal: Traitor's Gate.
Translation note: Traitor's Gate is the main water gate in the Tower of London. It's located by the river Thames.
Here we go!
Policy in the past has also sought for a world without war and violence,
but for the sake of protecting its inhabitants, it was ready to go to war,
for the sake of peace in their home country.
They are not able to distinguish self-defense and aggressive attack.
Even their consciousness cannot prevent their mistakes.
These are those people.
Right ahead!
What about you?
Turn off the power in the Tower of London.
That's not possible!
If you believe in yourself,
your hands can become as strong as mine!
Go on, now.
If you succeed, you will have saved the world!
Hurry!
Be careful in there.
You do understand, especially at a time like this.
Watch me.
Despair?
I shall lead away from all this.
Anyone who no longer feels sorrow and despair,
has found infinite bliss.
Now, the world will not kill each other over petty hatred and conflicts.
The meaning of the word "conflict" will cease to exist.
M is basing this off of Alexei Technologies.
It's trying to render people's minds inert.
I don't want a world like this.
I want to feel the joy of the soul, not the software of it.
If there is sadness and suffering, where would joy be?
Come on.
Mankind itself has never come close to the threshold of an eternal world.
Inside all souls,
I have noticed a pure soul,
of kindness and joy.
In the dead, there can be no soul or consciousness.
M, you play God, but in reality you're a fool.
You're no better than Victor Frankenstein.
Shut your mouth.
I'll use your soul.
M, stop Charles Babbage!
Long time no see,
John Watson.
I admire your perseverance.
You chased Karamazov,
found the location of the Notes,
and eventually reached here.
But your role in this is over.
Your plans end right here!
Kill them.
M, you're wrong.
Wrong?
Only fools are wrong.
A human himself, his essence creates being. What do you plan to do?
When beauty & sublime disappears, aesthetic ability ceases to exist.
Any questions?
If humanity continues to be cruel to itself,
all it will do is eradicate itself.
I will not let this happen.
John Watson.
You only pretend to understand the world.
The future is not beautiful and sublime.
But those who think, speak, and take action,
those are the ones who have the ability to comprehend the aesthetic.
I'll hold the First!
Hurry up!
Friday, cipher the punch cards!
Increase the power!
Suppress the sound waves!
Hadaly Lilith.
I know what you want.
Don't resist.
Behind you.
Do not interfere!
Stooop!
Hadaly!
Thank you.
The rest of me, please.
First!
Friday, disconnect it!
I have always believed in you,
John Watson.
You went looking for the Notes, for the soul,
and in the end, fate brought you here.
Together, with the two vessels of the soul.
Cut the crap!
You are nothing but a virus to his mind!
The time has come.
Where and how is the soul born?
Damn it!
Victor sealed the forbidden techniques,
the techniques to release the soul.
Show me.
The moment of the soul's birth.
Victor Frankenstein.
Your consciousness has been sealed.
The soul of my bride.
Come back to me.
Friday!
Hadaly!
I'm!
Understanding the soul of the dead,
the analytical computer has touched the souls of the dead worldwide,
creating a single consciousness.
It is not necessary for punch cards to record souls,
there is no need to connect cables.
Потому что то, что мы видим своими глазами
Because, what we see with our eyes...
is already the soul itself.
The dead's thoughts pass through the analytical computer,
bring together the thought of my bride.
Yes, it will be the common will of everyone.
The One will become the common will.
Mankind shall merge into one —
a single soul.
Hadaly Lilith!
I give you this soul!
The required elements for the formation of a soul, has freed my bride.
It has become a vessel for my lost bride.
Give me the soul!
I feel...
your breath.
Warmth showers your soul.
Here.
Stooop it!
Hadaly wanted...
both their joys and sorrows!
She only wanted to feel her own soul!
But instead there is the soul of your bride.
It's sad.
I thought you would understand.
I didn't want any other soul other than yours.
However, this body is okay.
Not bad for a vessel.
Now, awake!
My bride.
Can you see me?
Do you recognize me?
Smile for me again.
Watson!
The rest is on you!
It's useless. Power!
Friday,
start the logical labyrinth!
Seal the soul of the First,
and the souls of the dead, residing inside the Notes!
It's...
our will!
Impossible...
Dr. Watson.
Give me your hand.
Hadaly!
I'm glad you're okay!
The bride brought feelings into me.
Sadness, anger, joy.
I'm afraid it won't come back.
Alas, I have no soul.
No, you have a soul.
I don't have the ability to even cry.
Hadaly,
that's what I like about you.
If I have a soul,
he does as well.
Yeah.
Thank you,
Hadaly.
That's enough now.
I'll come back.
What'll you do?
I want to wander the world, see the sights.
That's why it's better to remain ignorant.
The less you know, the better you sleep.
You're right.
After all, I have no idea what's going on in that head of yours.
I'm flattered.
See ya around!
What I work with is...
corpses.
When a person dies,
their body becomes 21 grams lighter.
This is the severity,
or, as they say, the weight of the soul.
Ever since you told me this,
our journey began.
I remember your words.
You loved to write them.
Your words piled up within me.
They went on a journey,
supporting me.
Have you sent...
the words I wrote...
during the trip?
Friday.
Do you see me?
Do you hear my voice?
In order to reach...
Friday...
again...
with you...
Dr. Watson.
My pen wrote everything:
He never saw the plains,
he sealed the Notes in his head,
and he left the Earth in search of other souls.
Having lost all memory of the journey we had together.
I... I said
Am I conscious?
And... and I will answer:
Has this consciousness been born?
Or will it be born?
I know,
a bit more now.
Dr. Watson.
I'd like to tell you about many things.
I... the matter of this text here.
Now... my existence...
I owe you.
If fulfilled...
at least one word...
I want you to hear...
The words materialize...
bring in new life...
in your lost history.
Thank you.
4 years later, london
Watson.
You're late, Holmes!
Well, where's Hadaly?
Oh, I forgot, you're now Irene Adler.
I'll see you again.
I've got to see London with my new boyfriend.