02x08 - Though the Mind May Be Wrong

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All right then, Tiger boy. Time to come with me.

It's the same thing all over again.

I'm right back to where I started. Hold it.

You're with the Port Mafia, aren't you?

Not quite. I'm with the agency now. Name's Kilka. Oh.

What a barbaric display. And from such a young girl at that.

No, wait. Oh!

We've been looking all over for you. Where have you been?

In the slums and back alleys where I used to live.

But I realized I didn't belong there anymore.

I made a call to the police from a payphone.

The guild will have a difficult time

moving around with them on the scene. Kiyoka.

You didn't have to get involved in this w*r.

All you had to do was stay hidden away.

But my only real home is at the agency.

Kyoka is destined to k*ll many more times.

That gift is bound to her, and

she will never escape the darkness,

much the same way that I never could.

For the first time ever, I want to be more.

I'll fight for that. If that means

using what lurks inside me, so be it.

You're here.

Excuse me sir. What happened here?

Somebody att*cked us. They were armed. That's horrible. Captain.

Unit six here calling for headquarters. This is headquarters. What's your location?

We're currently at dock three. We've received

reports of a serial k*ller in that area.

Subject is a young girl dressed in traditional Japanese clothes.

She is approximately years of age. Take any necessary precautions.

Tell me, young lady, how old are you?

Headquarters. We have a.

Captain.

How could.. You do that.

Captain? Just hang in there. Headquarters. Requesting backup.

It's just flawless.

Even the target's escape measures were accounted for.

Miss Louise's strategy. Proposals are perfect as always.

Woo! Right on the money. I used a rubber b*ll*ts,

so we don't seriously hurt her. But it will sting like hell.

Nicely done. Mark.

Well, then, my little princess,

I'll be taking your Prince Charming. You

can't give him back. I'm ready, Mr. Melville. Understood.

It's been a while. My. I know

we've only just met, but allow..

Me to give you some advice, my little. It's.

Your talents aren't suited for helping people.

I don't believe I need to spell

out for you what they are suited for.

Why did you have to show me the light?

Why did you have to go and give me hope?

Hands up. You're under arrest on suspicion of m*rder.

Goodbye. Don't show me any more light. I can't take it.

Oh, it's so beautiful out.

I wonder who we should play with today.

Oh, how about him? Hey, mister, do you

want to have some fun with me?

You're from the guild, aren't you?

I'm sorry. Have fun like a child.

Here you are. A dachshund? No, thanks.

Okay, it's my turn to pick a game. One. Two. Three.

There. Because you hurt.. Me. Now you got a special mark.

Now show me, mister. Show me true madness.

I'm sorry. Not sure I understand. Would this be true madness.

Good to see you awake, pastor.

Lord Francis. How are you feeling? Where's Margaret?

In critical condition. She may never wake up.

Hmm. What an impudent woman.

She protected me in that last moment.

That's why I'm still alive. Before that happened,

Margaret said she would take back her family's honor.

What did she mean by that?

She joined this operation in order to repay

her family's debts and by doing so, revitalize their reputation.

But that's nothing more than a fleeting dream.

It was never fleeting. Not until you made it so, Lord Francis.

What was that? I will not depend on you any longer.

If you choose to do nothing,

I will take back her honor myself.

Louisa. Show me the emergency plan. But that plan

will incur a terrible amount of. Collateral damage.

You go home, I will become a sea of flames.

Don't forget that everything here belongs to me.

You. The pens and ink. The carpet which you're standing on.

All of it. Including the rest of my crew.

I will not allow harm to befall my people.

You are all my property, and as such,

Notify everyone the emergency plan is in effect.

I'll end this all in the blink.. Of an eye.

A dark skinned.

Hey, how's it going? My body. It hurts.

Well, if you're looking for someone to blame,

try the people who put this plan together.

Or blame yourself for the very foolish

idea of trying to destroy Lovecraft's mind.

Are you? I'll k*ll you all.

How were you enjoying your cruise on the Moby d*ck?

Pardon me.

Mm. Why is she here? That's right.

You and Miss Lucy have met. She's

of no strategic value to us now

that her ability is out of the bag.

But she insisted on staying with us.

Now, then, back to business. We are looking for a particular book.

A book. There's only a single copy of it in the entire world.

It's said to be impervious to any amount

of firepower or type of special abilities.

Someone with a gift foresaw that it would be

found sealed away here in Yokohama.

What does any of that have to do with me?

You are very much like the tiger beetle,

a term that can also mean guidepost.

I brought you here because I wouldn't

want you turning to ashes along with the rest of the city.

The ashes. We've neutralized the gifted operations division.

But the Armed Detective Agency and the Port

Mafia have both proven to be quite a pain.

If we simply burn the city down,

we eliminate them and make our search easier.

There's no way anyone has such a powerful gift.

Does this look at all familiar to you?

This plan makes use of both of our abilities,

essentially combining them together to create the desired effect.

My ability gives me the power to share

my senses between a host and vegetation.

I've connected you to every tree in Yokohama.

The civilians will proceed with their day,

blithely walking on roots, hitting the trunks and cutting down branches.

All of that pain is being transmitted

into you, even as we. Speak now then time for a pop quiz.

What do you think would happen if your

ability were to be activated now?

The moment I ripped this doll's head off,

roughly % of this city will be afflicted by the curse.

This is our emergency plan. We call it the Yokohama Incineration Operation.

This city will be destroyed. All because of you.

Why me? It's not like I ever

asked to have this ability in the first place.

So why do all of these terrible

things have to happen because of me?

Isn't everyone equal in the eyes of.

You'd think so. But this world isn't nearly that kind.

So allow me to tell you the bitter truth.

God does exist, but. He has no love for you. Liar!

No, it can't be. I won't allow.

This world down. Oh, Carson. Oh, Carson.

Hey, sweetie. Yeah? What's up? Did you

always have that scar? Ha ha ha ha ha.

So it begins now to activate the ability.

All that's left for me to do is destroy this doll. Wait! Hey!

Give up the agency, and I will

help you accomplish whatever it is you're after.

I'm begging you, though. Please don't destroy that doll.

Is that your proposal? How very interesting.

Fine. Let's form a cooperative then.

But only with the lucky survivors.

You are a traffic jam. It's kind of relaxing.

Not the word I'd use. The hell is going on? Look.

Out. Damn it!

I've got to do something. Oh, my. I thought I'd check on you

on my way to the garbage. What a pleasant sight.

It's you. Please let me out of here.

Not a chance. I hate privileged people like you.

Always looking down on the rest of us.

Maybe you'll learn how it feels to be someone like me.

When this place burns down and you're thrown away like this doll.

Believe it or not, I know exactly how you feel.

It must be. How would you know anything?

Have you ever been made to wash dishes until your fingers bled?

Have you ever been tortured with a hot iron? Poker?

You have absolutely no idea how much

pain and agony I went through to get these scars.

The first day. It's the bones that hurt.

But the third day is the worst.

Your skin burns every time you move.

The pain is excruciating. I know that feeling

of horrible isolation all too well.

But loneliness isn't some tyrant that can keep us down forever.

It's more like a rain cloud that can

vanish as quickly as it's formed.

A lot of people down there have the same wounds. We.

If you abandon them.

You abandoned. Who you were before all of this.

Is that what you want?

Where am I? You're too late.

Yokohama's done for. No, there's still a way.

Oh. Dazai only needs to be able

to touch the doll in order to stop the curse.

You must be delusional. Did you forget that we're in the sky?

Just how do you plan to get the doll to him?

Oh, so you're serious then? You'll probably

get sh*t and k*lled in the air.

Maybe you'll hit the ground and then die.

Or get cut up by the Mad Men down there.

But you know all that already, and

you're still going to do it.

There was an old book I read back at the orphanage.

One of the passages stood out to me.

It read, I've never regretted any of the things I've done.

I've only regretted the things that I didn't do.

Now that I think about it, what was the name of that author?

It's a parachute. I kept one hidden

in case I needed to escape.

I connected the white door to Moby d*ck's exterior.

Hang on. Won't the guild punish you

for letting me get away? Huh?

Don't worry. I've always been a lonely girl.

Besides, as long as I'm in this room, they can't touch me.

Hey, are you sure that you're going to be all right here? Mm.

I know you said you'd be safe

while you're in this room, but if that's true,

doesn't that also mean you can never leave this place?

You're a bit slow on the uptake. It was simply an excuse.

Liv. And then you can rescue me

from this place someday. I'll be waiting. It's a promise.

Has escaped. Repair the anti-air cannons.

Keep the chaos under control. If this keeps up, we won't have..

Anywhere left to do business. Protect it with your life.

I see. So that's what's going on.

All right then. If you have a moving

target and you need to..

Blow it out of the sky, just leave it to me.

Tom has pinpointed the target. Yeah. Attaboy, Tom. All right, now, Huck.

Let's load the second shell. Yes, sir.

Trajectory check. Accounting for f*ring velocity with target.

Looks like hook sh*t ripped.. Right through the kid's parachute.

Yeah. So how's our tiger boy doing?

He passed out from the blast. At this rate,

he'll be dashed to pieces for sure.

But were you given the order not to k*ll him?

As long as his people..

Find the body, I'm sure they can figure out a workaround.

I wasn't any help after all. I couldn't do anything.

That's you. Of course.

You hate me, don't you?

I hate myself too.

Thank you. For everything.

I'm alive.

I have to deliver it.

I need to stop all of this now.

Amazing. First. He survived such a huge fall..

And now my rain of b*ll*ts can't even touch him.

He must be really desperate to deliver that disgusting doll.

Well, this is no longer a hunt then.

This is a duel between two men. What?

Is that thing always been here? Now's

not the time to lose focus, Tiger boy.

There's no telling which way trouble will come

at you. That's an oil truck.

This is over.

Stop your struggling. You've reached your limit. Shut up.

You did very well. Atsushi Desai.

It's dangerous here. They'll sh**t at you from above.

I don't think they will.

Smoke. Think

there's more to it than that? Heat sensors and..

Radars have been disabled. It's a sensor jammer.

He's been setting.. Those things up all over town.

He knew the kid would get there with the doll.

It looks like you got me.

Good job Atsushi. Yokohama is saved. Though

I can't say we're out of the woods just yet.

As long as the enemy has Q,

they'll repeat this carnage as many times as they need to.

So what should we do now?

Darci. There's a passage from a book I read a long time ago.

I remember it said the head may air, but never the blood.

So I have an idea about what to do.

I know it might sound out of the question

to everyone else, but to me.

Right to my core, in my blood and soul.

I feel it's the only right answer.

What's your idea? An alliance. They're the most powerful group in Yokohama,

and they're fighting to defend this city.

I can't think of a better organization.

To help us in our fight against the guilt.

And which organization is that?

The Port Mafia.

The head may air. But never the blood.