Plant the explosives in the ship's hold.
Twice the standard amount.
What about the ship's crew?
The crew?
Hey!
Let us out!
As our information said, they had the instructions.
Don't leave a shred of evidence.
Don't!
As the embers of world war smoldered
in autumn of 1937,
the Imperial Army
Greater East Asia Cultural Society
established 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."
There it is!
Episode 7 - Codename: Cerberus
The islands!
Finally.
The Hawaiian Islands.
We should be docking in Honolulu in about three hours.
This program is a work of fiction. The characters, organizations, locations, laws, names, etc. being portrayed are unrelated to actual events.
You're not going to see the view?
Everyone's gone over to the starboard deck...
I'm a little preoccupied right now.
A crossword puzzle?
"The god of the ocean."
Pardon?
Eight letters, and the third is "S."
Do you know it?
Poseidon.
Ask a man of the sea about the sea, huh?
How about this one?
"Blank" Variations, six letters.
I think the last letter is "A."
I'm sorry, I'm afraid I'm not sure...
All right, I'll skip this vertical one for now. Next is...
No! Stop!
Stay!
Is something wrong?
A dog came running from out of nowhere and startled her.
Here, come with me.
Look. Dolphins.
Mommy, dolphins!
Come on, we'll go see them.
Okay!
What's your name?
Emma!
Ah, that's a nice name!
Will you be returning to your room?
No, I'll be fine once I rest a bit.
One, two, three, four,
five dolphins!
They went away...
Where'd they go?
Back to their houses, maybe?
Where are the dolphins' houses?
Who knows?
Thank you very much.
I feel much better.
Come along, Emma.
What do you say?
Thank you!
You're welcome.
Can I help you?
Oh, pardon me.
I was passing by and couldn't help but notice this.
And before I knew it...
Jeffrey Morgan.
I run a small trading company in San Francisco.
Osamu Utsumi. I'm an engineer from Japan.
It's not in my nature to
walk away from a crossword puzzle.
One of my bad habits.
That's perfect!
Can I borrow that knowledge for a bit?
I'm actually completely stumped right now.
"A marshy region on the shore of the Baltic Sea."
The last word was Poseidon, so I know the first letter is "P."
Pomorze.
I see! Pomorze...
How about this one?
"Blank" Variations, six letters.
I think the last letter is "A."
Enigma.
Enigma... Variations?
One of the English composer Elgar's masterpieces.
It's Greek for "mystery."
Elgar wrote several riddles into the piece,
some of which still haven't been solved to this day.
Ah, an unsolvable mystery.
It's the same thing.
The same thing? As what?
The Enigma machine that the Germans are using.
Impenetrable. Invincible.
A mystery that can never be solved.
My company obtained one
that had been exhibited at the Postal Union Congress
in Leipzig, and used it to its fullest.
Then, all of a sudden, they all disappeared from the market,
and when I looked into it, I learned it was being used by the Germans.
I've heard a bit about that myself.
After that, the Germans supposedly modified Enigma machines
to make them capable of using over 200 trillion combinations.
I see.
So the movements of German U-boats that had Enigma-encrypted orders
would be completely unpredictable.
I wonder about that.
Logically speaking, any form of
man-made encryption can be broken.
You just need a little hint.
Such as?
Let's say, hypothetically,
you have a message, the contents of which you already know.
If you had an Enigma-encrypted version of the same message,
comparing them would give you a clue
as to how to decrypt them.
Makes sense.
You really are a smart man.
What's so funny?
My apologies.
As you know,
the Japanese Navy is developing encryption machines
based on the same technology as the Enigma.
We can't have someone like you slip into our country
by pretending to be an American.
Wh-What...
Time to drop the act,
Mr. Louis McCloud.
Or...
By your country's intelligence agency's codename,
should I call you "The Prof"?
So you're Cerberus...
You don't need a knife to sever the carotid artery.
Fingernails are enough.
How?
How did you know who I was?
With all this plastic surgery,
even my oldest friends
or closest family wouldn't recognize me.
I only had a few bits
of random intel on you.
However, combining what I had
brought a few of your idiosyncrasies to light.
For example, an inability to ignore crossword puzzles.
Of course, the clues were tailored to you, as well.
Enigma...
Then the crossword puzzle
was a test to confirm my identity?
To be honest, I knew it was you
from the moment I saw you.
Several of your facial features matched the picture I had.
Like fingerprints, there are
some things unique to each individual.
Features?
What—
A ship!
A ship's approaching!
Is it the Japanese Navy?
No, that's not Japanese...
Oh my God!
That's...
"Stop your vessel at once."
My, oh my, to think my Royal Navy would show up here!
That's the very definition of "unpredictable."
Well, I certainly wasn't bored, thanks to you.
I even got to solve a crossword puzzle.
Utsumi, this is goodbye.
Cheers.
So...
You are... Cerb...
Greater East Asia Cultural Society
Louis McCloud.
During the last war in Europe,
he was hired by British Secret Intelligence
and worked on decrypting German communications.
Now, he's changed his face
and plans to travel across the Pacific from America to Japan.
Do not let him set foot in Japan.
The Gardening Plan...
Utsumi-sama.
Are you saying you know nothing
about the late Mr. Morgan, beyond his name?
I just met him on the ship, I'm afraid.
Nothing strange about that, is there?
Do they know the cause of death?
The ship's on-board doctor wrote in the autopsy...
"Cause of death...
is cyanide poisoning."
He was poisoned?!
Well, it's not certain yet.
So...
You are...
Cerb...
So McCloud, a key member of their Enigma decryption team,
was being targeted by someone with the codename Cerberus,
the guard dog of Hades.
As the captain of this ship, I object to this.
You're violating international law.
I demand an explanation!
We've been informed that an Englishman, Jeffrey Morgan,
is being held prisoner on a stateless vessel.
An Englishman?!
We've consulted the American authorities,
and are conducting unannounced investigations of suspicious ships.
There won't be trouble once his safety is confirmed and he's returned to us.
Now, where is he?
He's...
Well?
If you refuse to hand him over, that's fine, too.
Are you feeling all right, Mrs. Grane?
We'll just search the ship ourselves.
Yes, thanks to you.
That's ludicrous! This is a Japanese passenger ship!
Glad to hear it.
What?
Dead?!
That's impossible! What—
Come on, Frate!
Come here!
Utsumi-sama, what are you doing?!
I can explain Mr. Morgan's death.
However, may I have a little time first?
Is that all right?
Fine, as long as it gets me a satisfactory answer.
You're Cerberus, yes?
Frate here isn't that unlike the guard dog of Hades.
Can you explain this?
How did you know it was him?
I knew the moment I laid eyes on him.
I stare a hole
through that photo every day.
I'd heard McCloud reconstructed his face.
But no amount of facial surgery changes the ears,
so I focused on them the most.
Emma took ill after we left port,
and when she finally felt better,
I started looking for the ears in the photo.
But at that moment,
just as I'd finally found McCloud,
I saw Frate at his feet, and I panicked.
Because that photo was hidden inside his collar.
No! Stop!
Stay!
That's why you shouted at him.
But you've already accomplished your task, no?
If you threw that photo into the ocean,
there'd be no physical evidence left.
This is the most handsome photo of Raymond I have.
I can't throw it away, no matter how ugly
the killer standing next to him is.
He was my husband, and her father.
And this man
was an MI5 spy.
He stole my husband,
her father, from us.
Now I've killed him, and avenged my husband.
I have no regrets.
About a year ago, a German merchant raider
sunk an English cargo ship.
The first mate on that ship was a Raymond Grane.
Take heart, Synthia.
I know. I'm okay.
Raymond carried out his duty as an English seaman.
He was a fine man.
Yes...
Emma?
Excuse me.
Emma?
Where did you go, Emma?
Emma...
It's too cruel!
Stop, you're too loud.
I won't stand for strategies like this.
Using civilian ships as decoys...
You used a double agent to leak that information on purpose!
And you knew what'd happen...
You knew the Germans would eradicate the ship to destroy all the evidence!
If we can't break Enigma's encryption,
England will never win this war.
And this plan I devised is guaranteed
to shatter the unbreakable Enigma.
I'll plant the seed, and harvest it myself.
I call it...
"Gardening"...
That's what
McCloud called the plan.
The German Navy used Enigma to encrypt the contents of the stolen orders
and telegraphed it to friendly troops.
The English intercepted the transmission, and compared the strategic plans within
to the Enigma-encrypted document
to find a clue as to how to decrypt it.
However, since he carried out the plan on his own,
McCloud was instead met with antipathy from MI5 and they disavowed him.
He must've changed his face and left for Japan
to find a new place for himself.
Who...
are you?
You live your life shrouded in mystery, too, don't you?
I became
a German spy in order to get my revenge.
I'm prepared for the consequences.
But when I look at her face,
I don't know anymore...
What I lived for,
or what I should have lived for...
Mommy?
What's wrong?
Emma, want to see the dolphins again?
Yeah!
Come, Frate!
Goodbye, Emma.
Are the dolphins taking a nap?
We'll see them tomorrow.
Yeah, with Mommy!
Don't worry. You can come, too.
The two of us and a dog, huh?
Oh, well... It'll work out somehow.
Preview
That's quite a tough move.
Chess is a sport.
And a violent one, at that.
Episode 8 - Double Joker (Part 1)
Care to play a game?