Erin, I'll be returning home on our anniversary next month.
This time, I promise I'll be home.
About your birthday a little while ago... Are you still mad at me?
A little while ago? It was three months ago.
What the hell have you been doing for three months?!
I already explained it to you, didn't I?
Because of the submersion accident in the 4th block...
First of all, how many times did you come home this year?
Twice! Just twice!
On top of that, one time was for only five hours!
Honey, please listen to me!
I don't need any more excuses!
Hey...
First of all, how many times did you come home this year?
Twice! Just twice!
Get out of my way, boomer!
Walking in the middle of the road, what do you think you are?!
What? I'm gonna call the AD Police if you touch me!
Don't stare at me!
Well, I'm going to try it on.
It's cold!
The coolant is still being adjusted.
Please be a little patient.
This is great! It jumps a lot lighter than before!
Look at me, Sylia! I can move much easier than before!
When I wear this, I won't be inferior to Priss!
You've come here again.
Because of him, tuning will be far faster.
He has a knack for it.
Mackey, I don't want you to get involved with this place.
I want you to be ordinary.
Yes, be an ordinary boy.
What we're doing has nothing to do with you.
She's right. Nigel is a special exception,
but the Knight Sabers are a team just for girls.
Right, Sylia?
There are no clothes here that you can wear, Mr. Mackey.
I guess so.
Mr. Meisio, how long have you been working here?
Since Miss Sylia came back to Tokyo.
Because she saved my life.
I wonder if I should stay here or not?
Why do you say things like that?
I'm sorry. I said something that I shouldn't have!
I'm sorry. I followed you without asking.
Is it okay?
Well, Sylia went out somewhere so...
It's incredible! Did you make this yourself, Nigel?
It isn't finished yet.
It's a wonderful job to be able to make things like this!
Genom is scheduled to complete the Showhamm Project soon,
which will solve the chronic shortages of energy.
With the progress of this project,
the international stock price of Genom Corp. is rising suddenly.
In the London stockmarket...
Every time I go out of town,
it makes me sick to see that stupid umbrella in the sky.
I'm sorry to make you come to a place like this.
The boomers working on the Sky Hook will be trashed soon, right?
The chairman has no intention of slowing or stopping production.
As a matter of fact, he's planning to increase production.
Does he still want to increase the number of boomers?
Recovery from the quake is already complete!
It's for developing frontier planets.
The next target will be the natural resources of Jupiter and Saturn.
He's conducting experiments on boomers in the Atlantic
which will be able to function in severe environments.
In the deep sea?
Pressure and such are similar to planets with high gravity.
Continue.
This experimental boomer, which is incapable of making decisions,
is called a remote slave type, and its common name is Moto.
I already know that!
I'm sorry.
I have to remember your application for this.
That's none of your business!
What happened to the Moto? Has it gotten out of control?
It's not clear yet. It seems one of them has appeared in Tokyo.
My section is very upset, and we're currently searching for it.
The Moto isn't able to move by itself.
Where's the reflector that's supposed to operate it?
We're not certain.
Communications with the deep sea facility have been cut.
What would happen if a boomer with such abilities
came to the surface and went insane?
It's not armored, but it's equipped for harsh environments,
so it's like a walking fortress.
Contact me again if you find anything out.
Liar...
The Moto in the experimental facility?
Are you saying that the Moto
has come to Tokyo on its own, and been walking around for a month?
It's too ridiculous!
The name of the reflector is Bill Nordberg, he's an engineer.
He's the only one who can operate it.
The Moto probably appeared in Tokyo because his wife lives here.
I see.
There are some civilians who've already called the AD Police.
Good job. Let them take care of it, I guess.
It's wandering around town.
Linna's suit isn't complete yet, so you and Priss are going.
What's wrong?
This neighborhood's unsafe if there's a strange boomer like that.
Bill, did you come home?
What are you talking about?
Your husband's at the bottom of the Atlantic as always, isn't he?
He's not inside.
Are you okay? I guess the boomer's gone.
That was Bill.
We're looking for the reflector.
The only person who can stop the boomer is your husband.
Excuse me, but can I leave now?
Sure. I've already finished verifying your identity.
If you'll excuse me...
Bill...
I'm sorry, but let me borrow this.
Bill's come back to see me.
A boomer is at large. This is a mission for all PC's in the area.
As soon as you find it, force it to cease all activity.
The target is a remote boomer for work in harsh environments.
I want to go with you.
WeII, leave things to us today.
Right, Priss?
Please don't disturb me.
Nigel has finished tuning my suit, so I'm different than what I was.
The AD Police say they've lost the target. It's time to go.
Priss, is anything wrong?
No, no. Nothing.
I will confirm with Nigel about your suit, Priss, but I'm sure it's done.
Linna, you're going with me in the mobile pit to support them.
Right.
The adjustments haven't been finished...
Let's go.
I wonder why they're taking so long?
That woman said something strange, didn't she?
Her conscience drove her crazy! She brought a man into the house.
No, it's a little strange.
First, th call from that civilian is suspicious.
What's suspicious about it?
I think Genom is hiding something.
Where is this place?
A hydraulic gauge?
In the deep sea...
Boomer for High Pressure... An experimental facility!
What's the matter?
Redial.
You've reached the Nordberg residence.
We are not available right now. Please leave a message.
Honey, I forgot to tell you I'll be on vacation for three weeks,
starting with our anniversary.
Why don't we relax a while, just you and me.
Nigel! Nigel! I know you're in there!
Nigel! Nigel!
Nigel!
The Knight Sabers have...
Priss and the others have dispatched with their hard suits!
They can do as they like. I didn't tell them the suits were ready.
Don't you care?
None of my business. My job is to maintain and setup the suits.
But I have to tell Sylia about it as soon as possible!
That's broken.
It's already transformed!
Priss, Nene, are you there yet?
We've just arrived!
Let me go first!
Nene!
I can do it! Nene!
I can do it!
I see...
I did it!
Nene!
It's connected to the net now.
Sylia! Sylia!
Priss' hard suit isn't ready yet!
I found the security tape at the deep sea experimental facility.
Is this Bill?
Yeah...
Bill a month ago.
What? Bill a month ago.
What? The last picture left in the tape is this one, taken one month ago.
It means that right after this, something's going to happen.
What the...
An accident.
Hey, then who the hell is operating that thing now?!
Priss, hurry up and get back here!
If you say so, but at this very moment?
Here goes.
Damn!
Priss! Damn!
Priss! My arm, I can't move my arm!
Oh, my God! It's my fault!
What's going to happen to Priss?!
Damn you!
Damn! I need my arm!
Priss, you can move your left arm a little, can't you?
Shoot your right shoulder joint with your left knuckle bomb!
The shock will restart the circuit.
Mackey...
Decrease the power of the knuckle bomb to gauge three.
It's my rule to not intervene in these ladies' actions.
Remember, this is a special exception.
Thank you!
I understand, but...
Bill! You are Bill, aren't you?!
It's too dangerous!
You came home for me, didn't you?!
Bill!
That's a boomer!
Ms. Erin! Your husband died in an accident a month ago!
All right!
It's okay.
Even if he was alive, he had no intention of coming home.
I think he really intended to come home this time.
Your husband took three weeks vacation starting today.
And he made reservations for two to go to an island in the south.
Departur date is tomorrow.
Your husband also ordered this.
I know he wanted to bring that home and see your happy face.
If he was alive...
A live stage, the eyes of the band members meet.
Along with the noise of the mic feed back,
a rough reflection echoes loudly in the hall.
A strong beat begins to radiate.
When the stage turns to red,
a spotlight aims at a little shadow.
That's me.
Next Bubblegum Crisis!