02x05 - Hellsing Ultimate, Vol. 5

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Arucard...

Wake up, Arucard...

Who are you?

I am the essence of your g*n, Jackal Willis.

S-Stop! Stop that Willis!

Listen to me!
Please, hear me out Willis!

Where is this place? I'm leaving.

This is my space.

This is Willispace Willis.

You can no longer leave this place Willis.

For the rest of your life,
you will remain here Willis,

appearing in odd productions,

whether entertaining or not,
I cannot tell Willis.

Also, my mass is not 10 kilograms...

...from now on, it's 16 kilograms,
if you please Willis.

What?

You're going to run pell-mell with me
through the Nakatomi Building,

"Nakatomi Bldg."

help me rescue a chunky gangster
with a samurai sword

as he's getting ass-r*ped and
being voiced by Tessho Genda,

and blow up a meteor
together with Steve Buscemi,

sweeping the Golden
Raspberry awards Willis.

Also, we're going to get
jerked around by a kid

with a long name who can see ghosts,

roll our taxi to catch Milla Jovovich...

He was an imposter.
That sure was a close call.

You always have to be on guard
against sneak att*cks and betrayal.

You should pick your own weapons
as much as you can.

Now then, it's time to wake up.
Seras and Integra are waiting.

Ah! There you are, General de Gaulle!

What?

Damn, I missed.

Hello, I'm Christopher Walken.

I'm Tom Berenger.

Together, we are the Dogs of w*r.

Get out.

I'm Maximillian Schell.
I say k*ll them all.

Get out!

Hello, I am the Emperor.

Who are you?

Hello. I am the Fourth Protocol.

That makes no sense.

Hello, I am the Negotiator.

Good luck to you.

And thus, the seelöwe crosses the ocean,

and climbs up upon the land.

General! Communications with the

Central Intelligence Command
Center have been cut off!

I cannot reach them!

What?!

We've lost contact with the London
BTN control station, as well.

We're also cut off from
civilian communications

and phone lines in the greater
metropolitan area.

There's no contact
from Ark Air Force Base!

We're cut off from the Atlantic Fleet
and from Fleet Command.

No contact with National Defense

or Defense Intelligence Headquarters.

General, we've received word
that a civilian craft has spotted

airships moving north over Newfields,
south of London.

Airships? Did you say airships?

Impossible. Are you telling me
that they're starting a w*r?

That's exactly right.

Integra...

A w*r has begun.

Maximum speed! Onward!

Faster! Faster, faster!

Rev the engines until they burn out!

Faster! Faster!

Flat-out! Flat-out!

Run flat-out toward the spires
of the city dimly seen ahead!

Flat-out! Flat-out!

Run flat-out toward the clamor
of the great strike,

still in our memories!

Hey, hold on a minute, now...

Bugger off, will you?

Stuff it! Listen, you...

Hey, Jansen, say something, will you?

The moon...

The moon...!

That's awesome!

All battalion members, achtung!

Gentlemen, night has come.

You who are invincible
remnants of the last army,

and long-serving recruits,

the night of the fulfillment
of your vows has arrived.

Welcome to the eve of w*r!

All right then, everyone,
please have a look at your handbooks.

On page three of Operation Sea Lion,
Second British Landing,

please look at the heading
"London Explodes! cr*ck Battle Vampires."

Huh?

Uh-oh...

Oh, dear, what is it, Schrödinger?

Doc, I'm sorry, I forgot my handbook.

My word. What are we to do with you?

Look on with the captain.

Zorin... Lieutenant Zorin Blitz...

As you command.

Our objective is to bring
down Hellsing, and Arucard.

The men under your command
will be the vanguard unit.

Take Zeppelin 2 and rush over
to Hellsing headquarters.

Acknowledged.

But do avoid anything too drastic.

Wait for the arrival of myself
and the main force.

There should be no great bother.

Hellsing will be as helpless
as babies without Arucard.

Do not take the women too lightly.

Do not take Integra Hellsing
and Seras Victoria too lightly.

Integral Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing...

She is the Hellsing's scion.

The current head of the greatest family
of vampire hunters in history.

She is the one that Arucard
recognizes as being his master.

Then there is the policewoman,
the vampire Seras Victoria. She is...

...something of a miracle.
You might also say something of a joke.

This is something that not even
she herself may be aware of.

And that makes it all the more
entertaining, does it not?

They are both terribly
inexperienced and imperfect,

and as a result,
I would argue that like Arucard,

they are worthy of being
called an archenemy.

Zorin, I will say this again:
Do not do anything too drastic.

Wait for my arrival.

Acknowledged, Battalion Commander.

Very well.
Then let loose the floodgates.

Let loose the floodgates
of the dark waters of w*r!

Our first objective is
the entire London area...

the west bank of the Thames;
the Houses of Parliament; Big Ben;

the Office of the Prime Minister;
the Ministry of Defense;

Buckingham Palace; Scotland Yard;
Westminster Abbey;

Piccadilly Circus; Soho; the City;
Southwark... burn it all down!

The central government houses;
St. Paul's Cathedral!

Major, what about the Cabinet w*r Rooms?

Blow them up, of course.

They're repulsive.
Don't leave a single fragment remaining.

What shall we do about
Trafalgar Square, Major?

Burn it. Bring down the statue of Nelson.

The Tower of London,
the British Museum, the British Library...

destroy them all. They're repulsive.

What about Tower Bridge?

Bring it down.
London Bridge, too. Like the song.

And the Imperial w*r Museum?

Blow it up.

Destroy everything that you see,

and devour everyone that you see.

Eat and drink to your heart's content.

This imperial capital of 8 million
will be reduced to your supper.

Come, gentlemen, let us k*ll, and be k*lled.

Let us die, and give death.

Now, let us have a toast.

As of tonight, from this moment,
the banquet at last begins.

What are those?

Is this a movie, or something?

Take a picture, quick!

- Prosit!
- Prosit!

I could have got through anytime

Cold lonely puritan

What are you fighting for?

It's not my security

It's just an old w*r

Not even a cold w*r

Don't say it in Russian

Don't say it in German

Ready the next salvo of retrofitted V1s!

Prepare to drop the Waffen-SS!

Just say it in broken English

The result is a crippling blow!
Crippling! Crippling!

Not yet...

More...

More fruits of battle!
More fruits of battle!

Lose your father your husband

Like hell shining.

Your mother your children

Down there is the only place
we want to go.

What are you fighting for?

Here we go, frontline swine!
Off to w*r!

It's not my reality

It's just an old w*r

Not even a cold w*r

...vier... drei...

Don't say it in Russian

Don't say it in German

Just say it in broken English

Huh? Who are you?!

Please do not try anything funny,
Sir Hellsing.

As of now, this facility is under
the control of Millennium.

Lt. Colonel, what is the meaning of this?

Shut up!
This is the meaning of this, General.

It's great to be a vampire.

How lucky I am, to be able
to capture Sir Hellsing here like this.

What's so funny?!

Your joke is laughable.
You're all such newborn vampires,

while we're the institution
of your annihilation.

To think that baby frogs
who still have their tails

would face a snake,
and call themselves lucky...

D-Damn you...!

You can claim your Iron Cross
from your corporal in the next life.

Bitch!

Walter, to work.

As you wish, Madam.

Now then, I shall take you
to task, youngsters.

You old geezer!

Begging your pardon.

Traitors.

Are you all right, Sir Penwood?

Huh? Yeah...

I was convinced that
you had betrayed us.

I may be powerless against them,
but I am not a coward.

The entire city is under att*ck!

We cannot reach the Chiefs of Staff!

We've lost contact with roughly
150 primary m*llitary installations

and command centers throughout Britain!

Either that, or they're engaging
an unidentified enemy force!

The same as this bunch.

This place is sure to be one
of their targets of att*ck.

We should flee at once, Sir Penwood.

German soldiers are dropping
from the airships!

It's the Waffen-SS!

What?!

Sir Penwood, we must flee.

A horde of vampires will be
sweeping in at any moment.

You... You return to your organization
as quickly as possible.

You have a task that
only you can carry out.

I-I cannot run.
That's the last thing I can do.

This place has very little ability
to command remaining.

Are you trying to get yourself k*lled?

It's possible that communications
may be restored,

and we may be able
to issue orders again.

There may be a base somewhere,
fighting off the enemy,

waiting for orders to come from us.

I-I am the commanding officer here.
I cannot very well leave.

I am a powerless man.
A nervous Nellie.

A man so hopeless,

not even I understand what
I am doing in a position like this.

I'm someone who has
lived off of my family name,

who has never had
to struggle for anything.

I have always had my positions
and tasks handed to me.

Which is why I think that I must
at least accomplish my task...

this task which I have been given.

Go on. Off you go, Integra.

You have... Hellsing has a task
that only Hellsing can carry out.

It is loaded with blessed
atomized silver tip rounds.

They should be more effective
against them than ordinary iron.

Farewell, and good hunting, Sir Penwood.

Yes. You, too, Sir Hellsing.

The rest of you, hurry and get out of here.

We only need a minimum
of personnel here.

In fact, now, you know, in all candor,
I may be enough on my own.

All of you, get out of here. Quickly.

W-What? What's so funny?!
Hurry up and run away! That's an order!

I will try once again
to reach National Defense.

Start finding us a line.

Gather amm*nit*on and weapons!
Form a garrison. Hop to!

Sir!

Hey, hold on, now...

Set up barriers at all the entrances.
Hurry!

What did I say to you, you fools?!

There's no need
to accompany me during this!

What are you talking about, Admiral?

You can't work a single
console here, can you?

Please, sit where you always do, sir.

You'll get in the way of our work.

Thank you, men. Thank you.

Reassessing damage reports.

Form ranks, and go make direct contact,
even if it's on foot!

Open up a line to our
foreign branches, as well!

I want more intelligence!

We're leaving, Walter.
As soon as possible.

As you wish.

We'll charge our way through the city.
You can do that, right?

As you command.

I will accomplish my task.

As a Hellsing, I swear it...

...you miserable vampires!

The Devil's Stocking (doo doo bee doo)...
The Devil's Stocking (doo doo bee doo)...

Soldiers march down the street in ranks

to wage w*r on a distant enemy

In a time gone mad,

they keep on walking, just to die

The Devil's Stocking (doo doo bee doo)...
The Devil's Stocking (doo doo bee doo)...

Who knows what is at work
deep down in their hearts?

It's too dark in there to see anything

Standing in a windswept field

counting up the number of bodies

The soldiers in the square
dance around in a circle

But they don't have time to do so

Not if they're going
to make their escape

Not if they're going
to prolong their lives

From a clock tower
at the end of the world

a rotten shadow watches

as they fall upon the crimson field,

with arms folded, folded, folded
(arms folded, folded folded)

and laughs

Damn it! Damn it!

The Devil's Stocking (doo doo bee doo)...
The Devil's Stocking (doo doo bee doo)...

It's abysmal. A hell on earth.

Soldiers march down the street in ranks

But it's no more than
a shadow of things to come.

to wage w*r on a distant enemy

In a time gone mad,

they keep on walking, just to die

They keep on walking...
They keep on walking...

Well done.

You have fulfilled your duty.

Now rest.

Hurry, Walter. We're taking vengeance.

Integra Hellsing spotted.

She is traveling at high speed
along Regent Street

toward Hellsing Manor.

Capture her.

Capture her!

Calling all soldiers...
Calling all soldiers...

This is Vice Admiral Penwood,

British Security Special Command Center.

I am transmitting in the hopes
of reaching someone out there.

This facility will soon fall.

The monsters are almost upon
the other side of our doors.

I now deliver the final orders
from this facility

to whomever is listening
to this transmission.

Resist, and fulfill your duty.

The new head of the family?

You?

Walter, this girl?

"This girl"?
What a thing to say, Sir Penwood.

Or, er, um...

I am the family head, Integral Hellsing.

I have k*lled my uncle,
and taken my place as family head.

I would like you to stop
referring to me as "this girl."

M-My apologies. I am sorry.

My father, while he was alive,
told me that if I needed anything,

I was to ask Mr. Penwood.

Y-Yes! Arthur! Whenever anything
came up, he would always say,

"Give me some newer model g*ns!"
or "I need a helicopter."

Always with the impossible demands.
My goodness gracious!

Not to be outdone by my father,

I, too, believe I will have many requests.

I thank you in advance.

You put up a good stand,
you good-for-nothings.

What's so funny, human?

Good for nothing? From you,
who are good for even less than I am?

Farewell, Integra.
I enjoyed our time together.

S-Stop!

No way!

I cannot honor that request.

Walter...

Yes?

Hurry!

What is it?

Miss Integra,
please back the car up at once,

and find another escape route.

Walter...

As fast as you can.
As fast as you can!

Do not turn back for me; no matter
what happens, run as fast as you can.

Walter...

The way I am now,

I do not know how long I can
hold out against that fellow there.

Walter...

I order you to come back alive,
no matter what!

As you command.

I knew it.

I knew it was you.

That is correct, young man.

Long time no see, huh, butler?
55 years, isn't it?

I must say, you always...
always show up to bother me

when it is dinnertime.

Integra Hellsing is on the move.

She has altered her route,
and is moving at high speed.

Attention, all available squads!
Go after her! Go after her!

Integra Hellsing is by herself.
Repeat...

Go after her! Capture her!

Capture her! Capture her!

There she is!

Panzerfaust! Zielen...

Feuern!

Integra Hellsing!

By order of the battalion commander,
say your prayers!

Hmph, you don't know when
to give up, fraulein.

No matter how hard you struggle
or try to escape, it's hopeless.

Give up. There is no longer
any place here in London,

here in Midian, where you can run or hide.
Give up, human.

Run? Hide?

Hopeless?

Give up?

Give up, you say?

Indeed, that does sound like
something you would say.

You, who could not bear
to remain human.

Well don't go selling us
humans short, you monsters.

Come on! I'll fight you!

Fine by me!

W-Whad id did...?

M-My body id cubbing abard...

B-Bayonets!

It's you...!
From the Vatican's Iscariot, Section XIII...

The Assassin, the Guillotine Judge...

The Regenerator, Angel Dust...

The Bayonet Father...

Alexander Anderson!

Facing down a horde of monsters
while sporting a bloody nose?!

"Come on"?! "I'll fight you"?!

Did you hear that, Heinkel?

Did you hear that, Yumie?

There's no doubt about it.

This is... This woman is...
These people are our sworn enemies!

Our archenemies!

Father Anderson, the orders
we have received at this juncture

were to just observe.

Moreover, rescuing Hellsing there

is a serious breach of orders, is it not?

So what am I to do,
stand here and do nothing?

We are to be the ones who crush them!

We are the only ones who may crush them!

No one else may have them!
No one else may interfere!

No one else! No one else!

You're with Iscariot.

You won't stand in our way!

Hold your tongue.
The dead do not speak!

Do the dead walk before my eyes?

Will the undead raise an army,
fall in, and advance?

Those who abandon the natural order,
embrace a heretical order,

and propose to pass by here
would presume that we...

that Iscariot...

...that I would allow it to happen?!

You will die, not trembling before me,
but as straw before me!

Amen!

I ask of you, who are ye?!

We are Iscariot!
We are Judas of Iscariot!

Then, Iscariot, I ask of you,

what have ye in your right hand?!

Daggers and poison!

Then, Iscariot, I ask of you,

what have ye in your left hand?!

30 pieces of silver and straw rope!

Then...!

Iscariot, what are ye?!

We are apostles, yet not apostles!

We are believers, yet not believers!

We are adherents, yet not adherents!

We are heretics, yet not heretics!

We are those who do naught
but submit to death,

who merely bow our heads,
begging the Lord for forgiveness,

who merely bow our heads,
striking down the enemies of the Lord!

Lowly soldiers of death,
brandishing daggers in the night,

and administering poison as supper!

We are apostles; a flock of apostles;
we are assassins;

we are Judas of Iscariot;
at the appointed hour,

we cast our 30 pieces of silver
to the holy place,

and with our straw rope,
we hang ourselves about the neck!

Thus do we desire to descend
into hell en masse,

form ranks in squared formation,

and engage the 7,405,926 demons of hell!

My nemesis...

My master...

I am drawn to you...

...and I shall continue my dream, as well.

Onward, to the b*ttlefield!

Was it a dream?

I had a dream in which
I did not get to fight.

Master, it doesn't appear
to be a dream.

What...?

Well, this next volume
and the one after it

are about ourselves,
Iscariot, and the Nazis,

and you barely appear at all, sir.

Ah, but I make out pretty well, huh?

I have to feel sorry for you all.

I move around like Chono,
perform DDTs like Hashimoto,

and like Mutoh, it's the Final Countdown.

You can die as the Three Musketeers!

Man, your material might be stale,

but you can come through
if you put your mind to it, huh?

"Church of England Pro Wrestling"

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