London, 1939
I spy you.
You're under arrest for espionage.
As the embers of world war smoldered in autumn of 1937,
the Imperial Army established
Greater East Asia Cultural Society
a clandestine spy training agency.
Greater East Asia Cultural Society
The histories, names, and even ages
of the elite men who pass its rigorous application process
are all treated as top-secret information.
They easily complete training exercises that push them
to their physical and mental limits.
Under the command of founder Lieutenant Colonel Yuuki,
they operate worldwide, within the shadows.
And so a brand-new intelligence agency was created.
Its name is "D-Agency."
Episode 5 - Robinson
Robinson Crusoe, born in York, England,
set sail for adventure, despite his father's warnings.
This program is a work of fiction. The characters, organizations, locations, laws, names, etc. being portrayed are unrelated to actual events.
He was shipwrecked in a storm, but was fortunate enough to survive,
and washed ashore on an uninhabited island.
Using the few tools left in his possession, he built himself a house,
grew grains, and hardily carried on.
Twenty-five years after washing ashore on the island,
Robinson saved a young savage on the verge of being killed by cannibals.
Robinson named the young man "Friday,"
because that was the day on which he saved him.
A parting gift. Take it.
Though saved from solitude by Friday,
Robinson was forced to spend 28 years
on the uninhabited island.
Is he telling me to be prepared
for this mission to last that long?
What do you want?
This is a mistake! You've got the wrong man!
Sorry for the rough treatment.
Let's see, you are...
Izawa Kazuo.
I'm a photographer.
Maeda London Photo Studio?
Yes, on Oxford Street.
Ah, that's the studio
near the tube station.
Yes...
I visit the pub near there quite often
to drink a stout.
R-Right, I frequent that pub, too...
Do you have any idea why you were brought here?
No, I haven't the faintest.
You're suspected of being a Japanese spy.
A spy? Me?
That's ridiculous.
I'm just a photographer.
If you don't believe me, ask my uncle—
We've had you under surveillance for over two weeks.
German spies, members of the British Union of Fascists...
That's rather odd company for a simple photographer to keep, don't you think?
What are you talking about?
I don't understand at all.
I haven't even been in London for a month...
Yes, we've heard.
We're interested in the real reason you came to London.
I'm telling you, I'm taking over for my sick uncle—
We've heard that, too.
I swear to God, I don't know what you're talking about.
Very well.
Let's take a break.
Clearly, this will be a long day.
Go and visit the restroom.
Can we get more men sent to the north side?
Roger that.
The retrieval is going to take another three weeks.
Got it.
Also...
What...
Now, let's continue.
Do you know what this is?
Army Intelligence Codebook Volume 3
I envy Yuuki for having an exemplary subordinate like you.
Lieutenant Colonel Howard Marks...
The British Secret Intelligence Service's spymaster.
I'm afraid time is up.
We can't take things slowly any longer.
This is the latest truth serum we've developed.
It will tell us much more about
your real self than any amount of torture.
Oh, don't worry.
We know how capable you are, and how loyal you are to your country.
Well, in that case, I can say this...
This is a secret. Keep this to yourself, okay?
You know the Maeda London Photo studio, on Oxford Street?
Do you know who that voice belongs to?
Sotomura Hitoshi.
A diplomat who just arrived in London.
The old man, Maeda, who ran the place, returned to Japan.
And his young nephew who came here to take over...
Listen, you seriously can't tell anyone about this.
Look, if you don't trust me, fine.
Don't be like that.
Anyway, this guy from Japan, Izawa Kazuo,
Stop.
is actually a Japanese spy.
Shut up.
Are you serious?
Listen.
There's this top-secret organization in
the Japanese Imperial Army called "D-Agency."
Stop it...
Only a select few in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs even know it exists.
He was deployed here to...
Do you understand the situation you're in right now?
I've been... sold out.
Any idea who blew your cover?
Yuuki...
Lieutenant Colonel Yuuki.
Okay.
Now we're getting somewhere.
How're you feeling?
Use me.
Hm?
Use me.
Finally changed your mind, have you?
I've got nowhere to go back to.
You make a most pleasing offer.
You're a man sold out by Yuuki.
There's no better letter of credit
to earn our trust than this.
As I asked you earlier,
Army Intelligence Codebook Volume 3
do you know what this is?
A codebook.
A Japanese Imperial Army codebook.
Indeed.
And going with that...
We've already got a task we want you to perform.
Your first job is
to use this to send a coded telegram to Japan.
We've already prepared the telegram's contents.
We've also already encoded the message
and converted it to Morse code.
You simply need to send the message using
the unique keying style assigned to you.
Sir.
What's wrong?
You said it yourself a minute ago.
Yuuki sold you out.
You have no other options left.
Now you are openly
one of our allies.
Take him to get some food.
Sir.
Don't forget the handcuffs.
Handcuffs?
Until we can confirm that our fake intel
has done actual damage to Japan,
we can't allow him to leave here.
Don't let him out of your sight.
Yes, sir. My apologies.
Hey.
I need to use the restroom.
To your right.
Isn't the one around that corner closer?
How did you know that?
What's wrong? What happened?
What?
What's in the mirror?
I confirmed the restroom locations just in case,
and it seems I was correct.
There's an emergency staircase at the end of the third floor.
If I can get out through there...
I should come out on the storeroom rooftop to escape on the main road.
Right around that corner is the door to the emergency stairway!
No... Why?
That was a trap?!
I'm working against a British SIS spymaster.
A trap of that level should've been well within my expectations.
Is this the end?
The prisoner's escaped!
Upstairs! He's up there!
Third floor!
Okay, he's on this floor.
He's trapped. I'll come in from behind.
Show yourself! You've got nowhere to run!
Don't waste time hiding! Come out!
Well? Did you find him?
No, he's not in here!
What the hell? There's no sign of him anywhere!
Where'd he disappear to?
What's going on?
Sir, we trapped him on this floor, but he's vanished.
The floors below are completely secured.
We'll just secure each floor until we corner him above.
But above here is...
We know he's inside somewhere.
He's not on this floor, correct?
No, sir. We checked every room.
Though Robinson Crusoe
lived alone on the uninhabited island,
he continued to act the part of an Englishman.
The perfect allegory
of a spy who's infiltrated an enemy country,
who never reveals the slightest truth
even to the friends and family he gains while living there,
but remains nonchalant the whole time.
Twenty-five years after washing ashore on the island,
Robinson saved a young man on the verge
of being killed by cannibals.
Robinson named the young man "Friday,"
because that was the day on which he saved him.
Normally, he probably works as
a loyal soldier to His Majesty the King,
and only activates when the SIS captures a Japanese spy.
A sleeping spy, a sleeper.
And "Friday," the code for him,
is represented by the astronomical sign for Venus.
That planetary symbol...
Lieutenant Colonel Yuuki didn't inform me of Friday's existence.
You can't confess what you don't know.
What I'm asking of you men is simply
to split your consciousness into multiple levels.
Information the enemy can have stays on the top level.
Information they can't is put in the lower levels.
It's child's play.
When Lieutenant Colonel Marks ordered me to send that false information,
I relayed his message verbatim, with no errors.
A perfectly keyed coded message...
To D-Agency, that signals trouble encountered behind enemy lines.
It means, "I'm captured. Send help."
Obviously, this info is stored in the deepest level of my mind,
so deep that I'd have to be killed before anyone could extract it.
Can you give me a light?
My shoes are black.
When the enemy captures an enemy spy
or deciphers the enemy's codes,
they'll immediately be possessed by an urge
to use the captured spy to send false intel back to the enemy.
And that very moment
will be your chance to escape.
Three months ago,
we learned that confidential Imperial Army intel was being leaked to the British.
A diplomat in London
hadn't been encoding his communications.
The army immediately protested, demanding that
all communications on military matters be encoded.
But due to the incidents,
they were unable to connect the leak to the diplomat,
so the Ministry of Foreign Affairs repeatedly ignored the army's requests.
However, if I were captured in Britain because a diplomat leaked my identity,
that would clearly put Foreign Affairs at fault.
Faced with such irrefutable evidence,
the Ministry would have to listen to the army.
That was the scenario Lieutenant Colonel Yuuki wrote.
I wonder where I'll end up next.
Preview
You always handle the cards very deftly.
It's not the cards I'm manipulating.
Episode 6 - Asia Express
It's your heart.