That is the castle of Alphonse Louis Steinbeck the Third.
As you can see, the person currently approaching it is just the postman.
The castle is now inhabited only by Steinbeck and his butler.
Steinbeck has no family.
His only contact with the outside world is his butler receiving the mail at a set time.
This is english Gentleman to Restaurant.
Postal man is moving out at 11:10, same as always. All clear.
Now then. Care for some coffee?
Whoops. You won't drink unless I do first to prove there's no poison.
Now then.
Tell me about the job.
Steinbeck the Third, the lord of that castle, is apparently of French royalty, -
but few facts about him are known.
What's more, his lifestyle is rather eccentric.
He leaves his castle just once a week, in a limousine his butler drives.
His destinations are parties held by British royal families...
or government-sponsored theatrical events. He's quite the individual.
Still, in terms of social standing, I'm of far more advanced lineage.
My great-grandfather is a relative of none other than Queen elizabeth, and...
Ah, but I digress. Let us return to the matter at hand.
Have you ever heard of the intelligence agency MC130?
It's an organization that sells health information on world dignitaries.
Recently, they seem to really be clashing with some African group.
That's correct.
The truth is, that organization's boss was once one of our country's spies, -
and we've learned that recently he's been leaking information
to the CIA and other world organizations...
including information we consider vital to england.
And this boss is the man in the castle, Steinbeck the Third?
Correct. You certainly are quick.
And rumor has it the organizations targeting him aren't just African.
Slowly.
Hm? Ah...
That's why we have decided to do this.
He is the target.
Of course we could just do it ourselves, but a somewhat troublesome matter has arisen.
Apparently, there are some countries that consider his information vital.
Thus, the heads of those countries decided for Steinbeck to relocate temporarily to Switzerland.
A diplomatic tradeoff, if you will.
What's more, his protection has fallen to us in the Ministry of Defence.
I get it. That's why you want him killed by a third party.
And discreetly. Very few people know of this.
Understood. I'll do it.
Thank you! With you on the job, I can rest easy.
That castle has quite a history to it.
Queen elizabeth the First herself once stayed there.
Castles should be inhabited by people worthy of such structures.
Hissori to iki wo hisomemachitsuzuketa
Kokoro tada kakimushirinagara
Ippun ichibyou ga konna ni mo nagaku kanjiru koto wa nakatta
Sore wo miage, kaze ni toikakeru
Ima boku wa oh tobidaseru ka
Kako no yowai jibun wa mou inai
Tada shijiru koto ni kimeta
Take the wave
egaita yume wo ima kono te ni shite
Kimi no hou e
Take the chance
Kowarete kanjita kono omoi se ni shite
Kimi no hou e
Kaze ni fukarete
Ohh fukarete
Steinbeck the Third
The castle is practically a fortress.
Security cameras are installed everywhere, and all the windows are bulletproof glass.
Thick steel plates cover the entrances to all strategic areas, -
and we are keeping him under close guard.
It would be difficult even for a mouse to slip in there.
His final departure will be tomorrow, to attend the party of a certain earl.
That will be your best chance to strike.
This is english Gentleman to Restaurant.
It is time for the Ark to depart.
The Ark has departed. We are now moving to escort.
The car is specially outfitted so that it's practically a tank.
The windows are, of course, bulletproof glass.
All clear. The Ark has safely arrived at the earl's mansion.
It's been far too long, Mrs. Smith.
How do you fare, Lord Steinbeck?
You are not joined by your husband today. How unusual.
He shall be joining us presently.
Well, well. Lord Chamberlain.
I'd heard you would be unable to attend today. I'm glad to see you.
It seems I must depart for Switzerland the day after tomorrow.
The party has concluded. The Ark will now depart.
The Ark is under attack!
Aim for their muzzle flashes!
Is Lord Steinbeck all right?!
Yes, probably.
Keep an eye on the surroundings.
Sir!
Hello there, Richard. excellent work.
Are you all right, sir?
There are no bullets that could get through THIS car.
Now's our chance!
This is your chance, Golgo 13.
You could easily target him now.
What are you doing?!
Well then, Richard, I'll be counting on you until my departure.
Um, sir?
Uh... When will you be able to send the president's chart as we requested?
Oh, I-I should be acquiring it shortly.
That would be a great help.
Do it now, Golgo 13!
If you'll excuse me.
Why didn't he...?
Oh, that's right.
I will definitely have it before I depart, so please do not worry...
But more to the point, it seems your duodenum is not in good shape.
I've recently acquired your medical chart as well.
Cigarettes and coffee should be enjoyed in moderation, yes?
What are you standing around for?! Return to your duties!
Sir!
Why?! Why did you squander this chance, Golgo 13?
A division of armed personnel, a tank, a helicopter and a fighter plane?
It's like you expect a war to break out.
It can't be helped, Sylvester.
Alphonse Louis Steinbeck the Third is important to both eastern and Western countries.
And the protection of such a person has been entrusted to england.
But Richard, isn't Steinbeck a double agent?
You're all right letting a guy like that...?
It's not as if we're handing him over to the eastern bloc.
He'll be going to Switzerland, a neutral country.
Still, once in Switzerland...
There's nothing we can do.
The leaders of the Western coalition have made their decision.
All right, fine. Let's make the arrangements.
Also...
Now what?
Do you happen to have any coffee?
It's already made. Feel free to help yourself.
Honestly, I swear. You're a disgrace to english gentlemen everywhere.
I'll contact you at once if we cancel the convoy.
Drop his mail on purpose?
That's really all I'd have to do?
No.
Then what else would I do?
You would drop his mail ACCIDENTALLY.
Accidentally?
So I drop it not on purpose, but by accident, right?
It's a pain, but it's just for today.
Come tomorrow, Steinbeck will finally be out of england.
Yeah. And he won't be going out tonight, so I doubt there'll be a repeat of last night.
It MUST be today! What are you planning, Golgo 13?
How will you take down your target?
Tomorrow, this area will be flooded with an armed military division.
Once that happens, even YOU will be unable to make a move!
What will you do? What will you do, Golgo 13?!
11:15... The mailman is five minutes late today.
Accidentally.
The last mail delivery is now finished.
What is it?
The window's not closing...
Get to the castle at once!
What happened?!
Lord Steinbeck! Open the door! Please open the door!
Golgo 13 shot him. But why the butler?!
Just what happened here, Richard?!
We don't know.
The mailman's condition appeared strange, so we came running and this is what we found.
Then it was him?!
No, I didn't... I just delivered the mail, same as always.
I waited for the reply letter but there was no response at all, -
so I looked inside, and he was already...
Yes. But...
"But"?
I saw you crouching when it happened.
Yes. I dropped a letter, so I bent to pick it up. It was an accident.
Oh. So that's the moment he was waiting for to shoot?
Aside from that, nothing else was out of the ordinary.
We gave him a body search, but he wasn't carrying any weapons.
Still, the important thing is that you're safe, sir.
How terrible this is!
Sir, you have my condolences.
I'm terribly sorry.
Could it be...?
Sir, I'm aware of what bad timing this is, -
but I wonder if you could please provide us with the agreed-upon medical file, if that's all right.
You depart first thing in the morning, so...
Uh... Actually, I had a bit of trouble acquiring it.
I'll try negotiating for it again once I reach Switzerland.
I understand.
I will come for you tomorrow morning.
Thank you...
Uh, th-thank you for your help.
I get it now.
Steinbeck was just a cover, and the real boss of MC130 was the butler!
That's Golgo 13 for you.
I should have noticed.
Even after his car was attacked, Steinbeck got out and showed himself without a care.
Meanwhile...
the real boss was inside the car, holding his breath!
If you'll excuse me.
Meaning that tomorrow...
once Steinbeck is sent off under the watchful eye of the East-West coalition, -
the matter will be finished.
Finally, this weight will be lifted off my shoulders!
Still, in terms of diplomatic policy, -
it's one side trying to out-fox the other, eh?
That's Golgo 13 for you.
Even with mistaken information, he was able to carry out his true mission.
It was perfect.
Saki ni jiyuu wo motometa no wa
Dotchi ka, nande, dou demo ii
Wakare wo kimete, ai shiteta koto natsukashiku naru
Sore dake ne
Nakushite, kizuite, mata sabishigaru
Migatte na kokoro ni
Itami wa nando koetemo
Souzou shita hodo tsuyoku narenai kedo
Yume no hitotsu, mita dake
Ashita e kaerimashou
Konna odayaka na yoru ni wa Samayou mono yo
Mezamete, kimi no michi wo aruite
Toki wa hakanai mono na noni
Hito wa toki ni motomesugiru
A guest house on the surface of the ocean, enveloped in bulletproof glass.
The target: an agent involved in the buying and selling of human organs.
Golgo, seeking to make his shot from above, moves his sights toward the one possibility...
The Glass Fortress
Next time on Golgo 13, "The Glass Fortress"
The Glass Fortress
Do not stand behind him if you value your life!