Guy, charge from the right! They're up higher!
Stop shouting. I'm not your personal pilot.
I'll play your little game.
That's the spirit.
But I've never gambled before.
Then let's play the simplest game in the book.
Let it bloom or let it wither
The setting sun ignites the horizon
And the gears turn
When the horn blows, the flames dance
The story waits for no-one
Off they go, the gears are churning
A red past chases after you
The jester's smile
What's behind the mask?
You can't erase the scars
No matter how they burn
Let it bloom or let it wither
The setting sun ignites the horizon
Alone in the depths of the night
Let out a cry that can cut through fate
That's the cue to begin
The curtain is rising, it's time to dance
Everybody sheds tears at the end
So hold them in now and keep going
Until the day the curtain falls
The gears will keep turning
#22 Headed for "Harry"
A coin toss.
You know the game. A coin is tossed.
And you choose heads or tails.
So what are the stakes?
Well then, to start with, I get to touch your body.
What are you thinking, you pervert?
And if you win, you want this boy back?
No, wrong.
I get to punch you once.
Just one punch? Okay, who's going to toss?
Go ahead, do it.
Which is it?
Heads.
It's tails. I win.
I'm going to touch you now, just like we promised.
Come here, baby!
No!
How rude. You get to touch this sexy body, and this is how you do it?
Oh, we're just getting started.
Pretty huh? Gotta dress nice and flashy for a casino.
No way, I'll never wear any of those.
Besides, there's no casino here.
Then let's bet on making you get dressed up.
And here's the casino.
We'll guess where the ball will fall, in the red or the black.
I get to make you wear whatever I want. Head, top half, then bottom half.
-And you? -A punch to your face. Red.
That again? Okay, here we go.
It's black!
Let's continue.
And lastly, the bottoms.
-Red! -Black.
I'm so lucky, it makes me laugh.
You don't have to do it, just run!
Don't worry.
Just don't look while I change.
What?
You don't have any luck.
You're not cut out for gambling.
I guess not.
Somebody said that to me once before.
I love making fun of people like you who don't have any luck.
It feels great making them dress ridiculously and crushing their pride.
Those without any luck can't do anything.
But guess what? I survived that war in the Sahara Desert.
And you call that unlucky?
And what's become of it?
Huh?
You're losing like crazy against me, and you're about to die.
The fact that I was brought into this battle...
I lost my father and many other good people.
You have a straightforward and honest punch.
You are not good at bargaining or gambling.
If you ever try to gamble with your life...
you will lose.
Maybe this guy is right.
Maybe I have no luck.
But I can't run away.
On to the next bet. Come with me.
Lord Faceless, the automata we sent to the US are having trouble.
Hmm, seems like the enemy is pretty strong.
But Blom is over there too. He can handle it.
Blom, huh.
Shall I fly over there too?
Nah, it's fine.
Like Graziano says, Blom is already there.
But we shouldn't give the humans hope.
Just in case.
Let's give one of those junk pieces a job.
Lady Francine, please allow me to paint your nails.
Would this dress be to your liking?
Perhaps my lady would prefer a bath first?
I've told you again and again. Leave me alone.
I can take care of myself. Besides, you're my enemies.
What are you plotting by pretending to serve me?
P-Plotting?
Lady Francine, we just...
Stop it!
I am not Francine.
That's the name of the automaton you serve. How dare you!
Pantalone.
Lord Faceless has a job for you.
Join the troop going to the US to back up the others.
Lady Francine, if you will excuse me.
Going to kill humans again?
I am not Francine, much less your leader.
But hear me.
I will never forgive you if you hurt another human.
We did it somehow.
More will come any minute now. Let's find Harry.
The basement... Damn it.
This is where kids with ZONAPHA lie in agony.
What a wonderful location for our casino.
What is this?
Kids with ZONAPHA who couldn't die become the same as rocks.
They don't know how to cure it, so they have no choice.
If Dr. Banhart hadn't invented Harry, I might've been one of them.
Anyway, let's play another game.
With the kids as chips.
How about we kill them one at a time to end their pain?
You lowlife villain!
Thank you. That's high praise for a gambler.
You can't win with that bad luck anyway.
He's right. I can't win because I have no luck.
Don't give up!
I remember what Narumi once said to me.
He said to never give up. To just do what you can do at any given time.
Okay, you just shut up now.
What I can do...
Jones.
Let's make one last bet.
Now we're talking. What's the game?
A coin toss. I say heads.
That again?
Okay, fine. I say tails then.
Who's tossing?
I will this time. And if I win...
I get to punch you once.
That again! Okay, if I win...
I get to kill a kid.
Tom.
Thanks.
That's dirty...
You took a hostage. Who's the dirty one?
Besides, you're probably controlling the coins and wheels with your machines.
Luck was finally with me in the end.
It's heads.
My fluids...
I'm going to boil over...!
Tom, that machine you were talking about. It cured you of ZONAPHA?
Yeah, I was the first to be tested on.
This machine works against a ZONAPHA bug's working memory.
Once the machine's electromagnetic waves have driven the bugs from the body,
that person will never be infected again.
Then everyone can be cured?
-Right. -Does it have a name?
It's Harry.
We named it after this stuffed bear.
That's it, take me there!
Hey!
-Are you okay? -What took you so long!
I had to deal with one myself.
This ZONAPHA syndrome... It's horrible.
This place is bigger than I thought.
We'll have trouble finding Harry.
Ashihana.
Could you give me one of those?
You made fun of them. Said they were unhealthy and illogical.
I may have gotten tired of being logical.
Well, okay then.
By the way, I've been meaning to ask you.
I've no idea what you like about these things.
So, what is it?
Well, when you came to me again about this assignment.
You're bored.
Not again.
I listened to you once, and look what happened in the Sahara.
You can't fool me again.
I'm bored.
When I was a human, I had a dream, something I wanted to do.
But there's nothing now that I've become a shirogane-O.
I can tell.
That you don't know what to do with your life either.
So?
How much are you going to pay me?
What's that dream you were talking about?
I'll tell you when I die.
Anyway, can I borrow these?
I'll give them back once this fight is over.
Sure.
Oh dear.
Who are you?
It's okay, we're on your side.
I'm Ashihana, and he's George.
Your face scares them. Do something.
What can I do?
It's okay, don't cry...
Uh oh, what should we do now?
I can play a little.
How about a happy tune?
Let's clap our hands.
Together with the music now.
Go on, take a bow.
Um...
George, will you play for us again?
They're here.
Automata, go after the puppeteers.
I'll kill the remaining humans.
Every last one of them.
You must be George Laroche.
You're outdated. You cannot win. Yet, you will not move?
Sorry George, but I'm outta here.
I can't fight all those things.
But I can handle one of them.
It's him...!
I was sent here as a backup to kill any humans who try to get away.
But there's just one, huh.
You weren't killed in that tent?
Well, you talk as if we've met before.
But I do not remember the faces of the humans I meet.
Of course you don't.
I can't win against him...
But oh well.
I'll let you go. Go on.
Even automata act irregularly at times.
Maybe like what humans call "whim."
Humans are going to die out anyway, so go on.
You're an old-fashioned machine human with implanted supplementary mechanisms.
And you're a full robot with a human brain downloaded into your memory.
That's right. I'm most certainly more advanced than you.
But there you stand, blocking my way.
How curious.
Don't you think it's foolish to resist me just to die?
I'm curious, too.
You became a shirogane because you suffered from ZONAPHA and wanted revenge.
Why do you now side with the enemy?
Faceless is the person who created ZONAPHA syndrome.
Bola Misteriosa.
Only rotates 300 times per minute.
Far from my Wunderkugel's 1,000 times per minute.
What a fast turning ball that is.
But it's not how fast a CD spins that matters.
It's the music that it plays.
I couldn't care less.
Lucky me.
No need to look back.
I just have to leave from there.
Move.
Dang it.
I just remembered something so unlike me.
You're bored.
That's right.
I was just like you. Bored with life.
Booze. Women. Gambling.
All boring.
What's out there for me anyway?
Only what I've already had too much of.
Time spent in boredom.
There's someone I need to crush before I can leave here.
The pathetic part of me that's scared to death by a puppet.
I'm grateful for your offer, but I'd like to fight.
Well, I was being so generous but it seems you are a fool.
You may have forgotten.
But you told me to move once.
You, a relative of a household appliance.
Talking like that to a human being.
Then come, I will snuff that life out like a candle for you.
It's on, Mr. Pantalone.
Avoiding the crowds, I walk in the dark
And wait with bated breath in the wings
My expression is calm while I scream inside
On the verge of being torn apart
I dance and beckon you to join me
As a shadow swings across the stage
I tell myself this is the last time
But I can't seem to cut myself free
Too scared to stop for a moment
My impatience hides the cries of somebody left behind
Nobody notices the shadow standing in the sudden rain
Somewhere far away, a memory of you is saying goodbye
I stand here watching, no longer able to reach you