Magrid Oil Company...
It's the biggest oil company around here...
Let's go to my office.
You mean in here?!
That's right.
Awesome! Millennion is an amazing organization!
Millennion...
If I could use a cliché to describe it, it's a criminal organization.
It boasts the most dominant power in this town.
It controls the underground community,
...as well as operates corporations, trading firms, banks and others as a facade.
Its tremendous power is considered the "Authority of the Shadow,"
...and it has enormous influence in economic and political circles.
It consists of approximately 8,000 members, including the peripheral groups.
140 of them are considered part of the "family" of the boss, Big Daddy.
The guy by the name of Randy who brought us here is one of them.
Powerful and enormous... That's how Millennion is.
But back then, I wasn't thinking about the organization at all.
The only thing I had on my mind was my partner standing next to me.
And Maria.
It wasn't until I met that person that I started thinking seriously...
...about the organization by the name of Millennion.
That's right. Not until I met that person...
They're coming around the fourth corner! He's coming up! Coming up!
Underdog #3, Michael Stampede, is closing on #2, pre-race favorite Black Chapel!
He's approaching! Approaching! The gap is closing! Closing! Will he catch up?!
Only 180 left to the goal! Is he coming? Is he coming?
He's coming! He's coming! COMING! The winner is #3, Michael Stampede!
He outran Black Chapel by a short lead!
Hey, Boss! It's 3-2!
In this race, Anthony blew 30,000. He'll definitely be calling us.
There he is! Hey, New Face, loan him as much as we can!
Hey, say something!
Good afternoon.
Is that how you answer the phone?!
How many times do I need to tell you before you can remember, you punk?!
Like I said, the phone on the right is for the racing!
The middle one is for loan sharking, and the one on the left is for internal use only!
Why don't you say something?!
I'm sorry.
Do you really understand what I'm saying?
"Brandon Heat," huh? Do you really understand what I'm saying?
Unlike his name, he's pretty cold. Are you listening? Can you answer me?
Hey, I'm talking to you! Don't make me mad!
Hello. Can you even say, "Hello"? Or, "Yes"?!
Yeah, it's me.
All right.
What's up, Boss?
It's a tip from Gwen.
Carlason, a scalper who hasn't paid us our 60,000 yet, didn't show up at the race track.
Let's get going, New Face! Time for a drive-in.
That bastard seems to have just returned.
All right.
New Face, we're gonna put a drive-in on him from the front.
You go to the back door and keep an eye out so that he doesn't escape.
Don't get nervous. In case of emergency, you can use this.
But only if it's an emergency situation.
Ready?
Yes.
He's coming your way!
That's HIM!
Who the hell is this punk?!
Move over, you bastard!
Ouch!
You bastard! Where do you think you're going?
Oh, man!
Pretty good, Brandon Heat... Just like your name.
You've got something hot in there!
Come on! Say something!
Thanks...
After I joined Millennion, I was instructed by the organization...
...to go to a room in a crummy-looking building in the West district.
My job was to live there and help collect money.
The income in this district came from the management of illegal race betting...
...and the loan sharking that goes with it.
In short, they loan money at high interest to the people who lost money on the race...
...and extort money from them after the race.
If they try to skip out on the debt, we put a "drive-in" on him.
We repeat it. We simply repeat it.
I was puzzled at first, but I think I've become better at handling it in my own way.
I wonder if Harry is doing the same thing as I am doing in a different location.
I haven't seen him since we parted ways that day.
Or course, I haven't seen Maria either...
Almost four months passed like this...
We're going to see what we call "money collectors."
They gather all the money we generated in one place,
...and a company affiliated with our organization launders the money.
They turn it into legitimate funds, and the executives of our organization put it to work.
That's how it works.
Well, you're on the bottom of the food chain, so you probably don't need to know that.
You hardly talk.
Well, my aunt used to tell me that people who don't talk much...
...tend to suppress their feelings and they have strong emotions as a result.
Is that true?
I guess you're not gonna answer, because you're not talkative.
You collected more than usual this month. That's good.
Here is your share.
Thank you very much.
Excuse me!
Oh, good timing! Put this money into the safe, Harry!
Yes, sir.
Here's YOUR share.
Thanks,
I'll go ahead and head back, but you can take your time.
You two seem to have a lot to catch up on.
Yo!
I've been there for about a week or so. I just take care of odds and ends.
Oh, these clothes? I was told by my boss to dress more decently.
You need to dress more properly, too.
You can't survive in this kind of business if you're underestimated.
Oh, here we are. This is my favorite hangout.
Besides, I wanna introduce you to some people in here.
Hey, sorry to have kept you waiting.
Hey! It's Harry!
You've got amazing appetite as usual, Bob.
Of course! If you took away my appetite, I'd have nothing left!
By the way, Harry, who is that gentleman?
Oh, let me introduce you. This is my best friend, Brandon Heat.
We joined the organization together.
How do you do, Brandon? I'm Balladbird Lee.
Please call me Lee.
Lee is the attendant for the executive who presides over the neighboring town.
He's sharp AND quite capable.
Come on! It took me a year and a half to get to where I am.
You, on the other hand, spent only four months to reach the same rank.
So when you say that, it sounds sarcastic. I wonder what kind of magic you used.
That would be a company secret.
Excuse me, Lee. Can I introduce myself, too?
Sure you can.
Well, my name is Bob Poundmax.
So, Mr. Brandon, let's do our best for the sake of our organization.
Hey, why don't you stop eating at least when you're talking!
Well, this is how he usually is.
Bob is brilliant.
Appearances to the contrary...
Do you understand? 10 million... 10 million yule!
A check for that kind of money passes right in front of my eyes.
It just passes right by.
Millennion is awesome! It's just way too grand beyond my imagination.
All because of the power of Big Daddy, the top boss of our organization.
Big Daddy?
Right now he's no one but a dweller among the clouds for us.
But if we get invited into the Millennion family by Big Daddy,
...we can get into the mainstay of the organization.
Then we'll have the kind of authority that's powerful enough to control this entire city.
It certainly sounds attractive.
Brandon, let's aim for it. To be part of Big Daddy's family.
Yeah...
Me, too! Me, too!
You're disgusting! Don't spit food out!
I'm sorry, Harry. I meant no harm.
I told you! Stop spitting!
The way Bob eats is always spectacular.
Thank you, Lee. If you don't mind, can I have your food too?
Sure. Go ahead.
You're eating more?!
Yeah!
They say that a scrawny person is a big eater, but your case is a little too crazy!
You think so?
I haven't had this much fun for a long time.
Same with me.
Brandon, I'll be in touch. So you stay in touch, too. All right?
Right.
Let's get up there.
In this organization, Millennion, we'll become part of the family!
Yeah.
Okay, okay. Betting 2000 on 4-5 in tomorrow's race #10.
It's all set. Thank you!
Boss?
Time to get to work!
The warehouse of a store operated by our organization was robbed by someone.
The stolen items were mostly jewelry,
...and the amount of the damage is estimated over 800,000 yule.
So, we're looking for the stolen items?
No, we already have a pretty good idea of where the thieves are.
Our task is to collect the stolen items.
Why? There must be people who are more suited to do that than us.
Well, I don't fully understand, either. We just need to do as we're told.
Brandon.
Yes?
Be ready for the worst.
Yes.
We did it! Look at these! We have plenty enough to go traveling all over the world!
We'll leave town on the first boat tomorrow morning and sell this jewelry in another town.
We'll become filthy rich!
You, old man!
Don't be wandering around in such a place with such a seedy-looking face!
You bastard!
W-Who are you guys?
We're from Millennion.
Millennion?
Don't tell me...
Boss, I found them in their car.
I see. So, with the stuff over there you have all the stolen items?
Uh... um...
That's all, isn't it?
Y-Yes.
You two stole something you should have never touched.
The items you stole have something to do with the organization.
The organization has to save face.
We allowed punks like you to steal the jewelry. We need to report it to the police.
Oh, no. That's far from enough.
We'll return them! We'll return them!
Naturally, we need to have them back. But from the standpoint of the organization,
...we want to make it so that the robbery itself never took place.
The items were in the warehouse the whole time.
Of course, you two did not steal them.
In other words, the two of you never existed in this world.
Sorry about this. But this way, the organization will be able to save face.
Sorry to make you bring me all the way home at this time of night.
Not at all. No problem.
Brandon, this IS the organization.
Yes...
See you later. Good night.
Welcome home, Widge.
Mom! You were still up?
It was getting really late and you weren't home, so I was getting worried...
I'm sorry, Mom. I had to work.
Anyway, let's get inside, Mom. I don't want you to catch a cold.
Please don't work too hard.
I'm fine. Besides, the fact that I've got lots of work to do...
...means that the company is making lots of money, right?
That may be true, but...
Now, Mom, let's go to bed. Don't forget to take your medicine.
All right...
Hey.
Mr. Widge lives with that sickly old lady.
Like you heard, she doesn't even know that her son is in the Mafia.
She thinks he works at a company somewhere.
But I kinda like that part of him.
Even earlier, he could've let US kill those guys, but he fired the gun himself.
That's his way of taking responsibility.
That's why I like my boss.
Hey, it's me!
Harry, why are you here?
I wanted to tell you something. By the way, you are careless.
Running a race gambling and loan shark operation...
Nothing but a nit-picky job.
Brandon, if you continue doing such a thing, you can't climb up the ladder.
You need to handle a job like today.
Sorry, but I took the liberty of secretly asking the upper level to give you guys the job.
When you take care of such a job successfully, I can recommend you to my boss.
Did I cause you trouble?
No...
Did I poke my nose into your business? If it was uncalled-for, just forgive me.
It's all right.
Brandon, you knew Maria was over here, right?
That's why you came, right?
But why...?
That's what I thought. You're just hopeless.
This is the address of the school Maria goes to.
I wasn't gonna give it to you. And there's a good reason. Brandon.
Maria is living at Big Daddy's mansion.
At our organization's top executive's house.
I have no idea what the circumstances were,
...but Maria has become part of Big Daddy's Family.
The summit of the organization.
Do you understand what that means?
It means she's unapproachable.
Brandon... Think before you act. Otherwise, you'll lose your life.
I wanna see her.
I wanna see Maria.
That urge alone kept moving me forward.
I'm too ashamed to look her in the face, but I...
I know we belong to different social classes, but I...
But... I want just one look.
Just one look.
Maria...
Brandon!
Maria...
Repaint tomorrow into today...
...since the beginning starts with pain and tears.
The heartbeats that pierce through my scattered loneliness...
...are the depths of uncertainty.
"Where I am now is a game that only wears you down."
If so, I should be able to win by just laughing.
Let's go beyond the night.
Right now, these blues I play when I've lost it all, even words,
...throw out the part of me that does nothing but dream,
...until it sets ablaze this body that remains after fleeting moment and eternity have disappeared.
Right now, just like I wanted.
Harry is in Millennion.
Maria is in Millennion.
Everything important to me is in Millennion.
This thought urges me to dispute. To protect everything.