That is correct. The island is located directly between England and Scotland.
The building we will see shortly was built by the Scottish aristocracy as a resort, -
and bulletproof glass was used as an anti-terrorist measure.
However, as Japan is a safe region, stained glass would be acceptable.
This island is man-made, -
so we can discount that amount, given that you already own your island.
Also, what about a stained-glass sunroof or a mirrored perimeter wall?
Please look. You can now see the island... Mr. Togo.
That is our company's pride and joy, �le-de-Voile...
Commonly known as The Glass Fortress!
I continued to wait, secretly holding my breath
While simply clawing at my heart
One minute and one second had never felt this long
I look up at the sky and ask of the wind
Oh, can I run free now?
That weak me of the past isn't here anymore
I've decided only to believe
Take the wave
With these hands I grasp now the dream I've pictured
Toward you
Take the chance
With my back to these emotions I'd felt broken
Toward you
Blown by the wind
Oh, blown
The GI ass Fortress
The blonde girl in the blue bikini.
She is Rosy Cox, and she shall be our next donor, Mr. Walton.
She is beautiful and vibrant.
There is no trace of the pale, gaunt condition when she first arrived.
Yes.
She is indeed an enchanting creature.
Hello, Rosy. You've completely recovered, eh?
All thanks to you, Mr. Walton.
To think I was drowning in heroin addiction...
It is the result of your hard work, Rosy:
A healthy lifestyle, the right food, adequate rest and exercise.
All I did was provide the means.
That's not true. You even introduced me to more work...
This is not merely a resort facility.
At the end of it, everyone will find just the right employment and return to society.
That is our goal.
I really am grateful.
Now then, Rosy, why don't you show him just how full a recovery you've made?
Okay, Mr. Walton!
What did you tell her?
That you were an agent from the Philippine film industry
and were seeking to scout her after seeing her as an extra in an earlier film.
Makes sense. In that case, she will happily come with me.
Congratulations, Rosy.
Now that you're healthy, the day has come for you to leave the island.
What's the matter, Rosy? Come over this way.
There's nothing to be afraid of. Come then!
Rosy!
I did it!
Awesome!
How envious I am, seeing them leap about so energetically!
It's been six months already since we came to Manila for your health.
Don't you miss our hometown of Belfast, Melinda?
Yes, a little. But I was able to spend a pleasant winter here.
I thought it would be impossible for me to see it through the winter...
Have you heard from the doctor about a heart transplant?
Yes. But putting someone else's organs inside of me...
I would be like a monster. The idea is frightful.
It's nothing more than a medical advance, Melinda.
According to the doctor, most of the donors are males, -
so the size wouldn't be compatible with a small woman like myself.
He hopes to find a donor who is compatible with me, and who is a woman, but...
Melinda, I intend to get you that transplant operation, -
even if I have to sell everything I own to do it!
Dear... I am a happy woman, to be so loved by her husband.
Now that our daughter Vanissa has left the house, you are my only family.
If I were to lose you, I would be all alone...
It's been five years since she left. I certainly hope she is doing well.
It's all right. No news is good news. I'm sure she's fine.
Yes, you're right...
I'm very sorry for Garcia's mistake.
The donor overheard talk of organ trafficking while she was in transit and made a run for it, -
apparently leaping overboard.
Is that why you've come personally this time, Mr. hospital director?
We pulled some strings with the Manila police and with the press, -
had them report it as the accidental death of an American tourist, but...
Not to worry about the donor. I'll be sending a replacement next week.
My apologies. If you'd be so kind as to coordinate the details, Mr. Walton.
After all, the organs you provide are healthy and in optimal condition, -
and can be bought with confidence.
Your female organs are especially valuable.
Just leave everything to me, Mr. Rivera.
What is that copter?
It's a helicopter owned by the Dreen Corporation.
That's the construction company that built this island.
A customer from Japan would like a guest resort like this one.
They contacted me asking if it would be all right to show off the island.
That's rather flagrant, isn't it?
It would be a serious matter if our relationship, and the secret of this island, were discovered.
Come now! They think this island is merely a resort facility.
If all they're doing is flying overhead, it would appear suspicious if I refused.
But you're providing funds to anti-government terrorists, are you not?!
My apologies! But what if there's a sniper aboard the helicopter?
Considering what's just happened, we should be lying low!
There is no need to worry.
Mr. Walton is safest right here. Allow me to explain.
This island is surrounded entirely by triple-wall bulletproof glass.
We are protected from the ocean by sonar and the glass wall, and from the air by a glass roof.
But there's no roof above the pool, is there?
If we were to completely close off all areas, it would cause the girls undue stress.
Then this cannot be called completely safe, can it?
Please have a look at this.
As you can see, this building was designed so that the interior falls within a dead angle, -
no matter which direction one shoots from.
JJ is an expert marksman with an Olympic gold medal for shooting.
This island was designed with his participation.
So long as I am here in this island of glass, I am 100% safe, Mr. Rivera.
But if all possibilities are explored, -
surely there are avenues for which one cannot say 100%, are there not?
What do you mean?
What about ricochets?
Ricochets?
Yes. Dead angles notwithstanding, -
one could aim inside the building via a ricochet shot, correct?
Is this true?
Yes. Like a bank shot in billiards, -
it is possible to shoot a bullet using an angle of reflection, like this.
Then if one were to use, say, the pool's surface to ricochet a bullet inside...
Is that possible?
Yes, theoretically.
Whether it can actually be done, however, is doubtful, even by someone with my skills.
However...
As you can see, even if a ricochet shot were accomplished, -
the only possible angle would strike the roof of this room.
According to the computer simulations, -
it would be impossible to strike Mr. Walton with a ricochet shot.
I see. Then it IS perfect!
And so long as you're here, I'm safe, JJ.
May we head back now, Mr. Togo?
Yeah. Thanks.
A shot would be impossible from either the ocean or the sky.
It truly is an impenetrable glass fortress, eh?
I welcome you, Mr. Doherty.
This is rather elaborate.
Has Walton received information that he is being targeted?
Please bear with the inconvenience. We check all of our visitors thusly.
Protecting Mr. Walton is my job, and his safety my first priority.
My apologies.
Here!
Well, well! Mr. Doherty!
This is your first time to come here, correct?
When coordinating a donor for your wife, it was conducted via telephone.
It would seem you can't step foot off this island.
The only way to meet you was for me to come here directly.
You're here today about your wife Melinda, aren't you?
We found a donor, but the "merchandise" was damaged during transport.
If I could have just a little more time...
To think that I've thrown in my lot with a Shylock!
"Shylock"?
That would be the name of an unscrupulous merchant appearing in a play by Shakespeare.
You're saying that's what I am?
They don't know that you traffic in human organs...
Those girls are little more than fish that you've raised!
So you feel sorry for them?
These girls were already as good as dead.
Is it a crime, then, to sell their organs?
Have you no conscience, man?!
Fine. If you consider it a sin, I am fine being a sinner.
But do we all not carry the burden of sin that we may live?
Much like the Greek myth of Sisyphus.
My body is already in this state.
Without those girls, I could not live more than a few years.
And did you yourself not request a heart transplant for your wife, Mr. Doherty?!
That construction company's helicopter AGAIN?
I swear. From getting this thing painted to having to pilot it...
This guy sure puts people through the wringer!
Once your job's finished and this thing has been scrapped, -
I'll be heading straight back to America.
"Just shut up and pilot", is that it?
Whatever. I'm getting a nice chunk of change out of this.
These two are your targets...
Fergus Walton and his right-hand man, JJ.
Walton is a contributor of funds to an international terrorist group.
Unless we cut off the source of those funds, tens of thousands of lives will be lost!
And? Why me?
Because we have no evidence. And most of all, because that island is a fortress.
Aside from the angel of death himself, you're the only one who could smash that glass fortress!
No matter what, this is one job we want you to take!
Circle above the island slowly.
Yeah, yeah. As you wish.
Take a look at this.
This is...
Dear Mom and Dad, -
I hope that the both of you are doing well.
I am very sorry for being out of touch for such a long time.
As you know, I left for London with aspirations of becoming an actress.
I went through some cosmetic surgery and took the stage name "Rosy Cox."
But sad to say, that didn't help land me any acting jobs. I couldn't face you...
But a nobleman named Walton has brought me to his beautiful glass resort, -
and in addition to giving me back my life, has introduced me to a job, -
even if it is in the Philippine film industry...
Once I do my first movie role, I'll be sure to return home.
I'm enclosing a picture of me after my cosmetic surgery.
Your daughter, Vanissa.
Rosy Cox is my daughter!
She's my daughter Vanissa!
When her body showed up in Manila Bay, I didn't know it was Vanissa.
When I returned to my home in Belfast, that letter had arrived by air mail.
Can you understand...
Can you understand my feelings when I read that letter?!
True enough, a parent and child would make for compatible donors...
In choosing Vanissa, you proved, even if unwittingly, -
your skill in coordinating the proper donor.
But now, all I can think is that I'm glad she's dead!
Otherwise, my wife...
My wife almost received an organ ripped from her own child!
It's horrible just to think of it! To do something so cruel...
Take it around again. Slowly.
Just what do you plan on doing?
That thing is made of triple-wall bulletproof glass, right?
How are you...
Okay, fine. I'll just shut up and fly.
Stay at this height and circle around, slowly.
Yeah, yeah. As you wish.
And what are you saying I should do?
It's obvious.
You...
You can't be allowed to live!
What?!
JJ...
So long as he's here on this island, NO ONE will be killing Mr. Walton.
You'll have to ask the angel of death once you've passed away, Mr. Doherty.
Mr. Walton!
Where? Where did the shot come from?!
A ricochet! A ricochet shot made it in!
H-how did you...?
Take us around again.
As you wish!
But the angle of the shot was impossible, even for the computer! How?
Oh! The waves!
He used the waves that the girls made to change the angle of the ricochet shot!
But there isn't a person alive who could do something like that!
It's just luck... It must have been a lucky shot!
It... wasn't luck...
It's a miracle!
It must be a miracle from heaven.
You haven't spoken of the transplant operation lately, have you?
I could die tomorrow, and it would be as a happy woman.
Because I am so loved by you.
More importantly, I wonder where Vanissa is right now...
It's all right, Melinda. I'm sure she's doing well.
No news is good news.
You're right. Yes, you're right.
After all, she's our daughter.
Yes...
Which of us had first sought to be free?
And why? It doesn't matter
We've decided to part, having loved becoming a thing of the past
And that's all, right?
Losing you, realizing that, missing you again
Inside this selfish heart of mine
No matter how many times I overcome the pain
I can't become as strong as I'd imagined I could
A single dream... I saw it, and that was all
Let's return to tomorrow
O wanderers in a night as calm as this
Awaken and walk your own paths
Time is but a fleeting thing
Yet people seek it far too much
A woman, alone, continues to wait patiently...
Firmly believing that her husband, who is fleeing from murder, will return to her side.
On Malta Island in the Mediterranean Sea, the sound of Golgo's rifle will ring out!
Mel anchol y Summer
Next time on Golgo 13, "Melancholy Summer"
Mel anchol y Summer
Do not stand behind him if you value your life!