OVAx06 - Lost Girls: Wall Sina, Goodbye Part 1

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[MARCO screams]

What're you doing? Annie!

I thought we were comrades!

[MARCO]

Please! Please!

I don't wanna die here!

Don't k*ll me!

[MARCO screaming]

[gasps]

[ANNIE]

Can't help but wonder.

How many human lives

will I have to take tomorrow?

How much blood will have to soak

my hands before it's through?

There's no point

thinking about it.

[ANNIE] What must be done,

must be done.

I have a mission,

and I will complete it.

No matter what.

[ANNIE] Tomorrow,

during the Scout Regiment's

th Recon Mission,

I'll capture Eren Jaeger.

[sighs]

[HITCH] What'cha readin',

mind if I take a peek?

Interesting.

"Hey, Annie. How're you

liking the MPs?

[HITCH, REINER]

We Scouts are training hard to

prep for the big recon mission.

The commander's "Long-range

Scouting Formation"

[REINER] looks effective,

but it's not easy to learn.

If I'd known things

would be like this,

I'd've joined the

m*llitary Police, too.

Eren's in a different squad,

so I haven't seen

him lately, but...

[HITCH] This guy's

as boring as they come.

But he is writing to you,

so that adds up.

[HITCH]

On a related note.

Why are you still

wearing that uniform?

You're off work today,

aren't you?

If ya wanna be popular, ya gotta

put in effort somewhere.

And you're about as

chatty as a brick,

so ya might wanna

find some cute clothes.

Fashion isn't really my thing.

Anyway, listen, I need to

skip out on tomorrow's patrol.

Could you cover for me?

Say I'm sick?

Yeah, of course I can.

What's up?

[ANNIE] Just need to run

a small errand, is all.

An errand? Not to nag,

but isn't that the kind

of thing you're

meant to deal with

on your days off?

Why not do it now?

Because I have to work around

someone else's schedule.

[HITCH] Mm. Fine,

but you owe me a favor.

[HITCH] She's missing.

Prob'ly just ran away from home.

What else?

Well, the case was originally

assigned to one of

the older soldiers,

but they decided to foist it

on me like five days ago.

I don't wanna do it either

though, it sounds boring.

What else?

Wait a sec, are ya gonna reply

to everything I say

with "what else,"

'cause it kinda feels like

I'm getting interrogated.

Sorry, but it's the only phrase

that comes to mind right now.

What else?

Ugh. Fine.

Look, Annie.

Contrary to appearances,

I can be a real

airhead sometimes.

So do you think you could repay

that favor you owe me now?

Before I forget?

And you'll only cover

for me if I do this, right?

I'm not forcing you to,

you could always just skip.

Then again, that'd end up

in your file at HQ.

Wanna keep your record

nice and clean?

Then help me out.

[HITCH]

Glad we could do business.

[HITCH]

So tell me. What's he like?

You're "running an errand."

That's code for

meeting a boy, right?

Don't tell me it's that Reiner

guy, he's like dishwater dull.

Well? Who's your date?

[ANNIE]

He's a -meter Titan.

[HITCH] Yeah. You should really

learn how to dress cute, Annie,

'cause your sense

of humor's hopeless.

[ANNIE] Carly Stratmann.

years old.

Born in .

The only daughter of

Elliot G. Stratmann,

president of the

Marleen Company. Huh.

[BORIS]

You workin,' Annie?

Thought you were

s'posed to be off today.

I am off today, but I'm not

in the right mood to relax.

On top of that,

I'm doing this to repay someone.

Don't like owing debts.

You're as odd

as ever, aren't'cha?

'Kay. Hope the job goes well.

[ANNIE]

If I don't keep myself busy,

I'll start thinking about

tomorrow and get depressed.

[ANNIE]

So, for the time being,

I'll try to entertain myself

by playing soldier.

[HITCH]

Annie!

Best of luck dealing with

you-know-what!

Mwah!

[knocking]

[BUTLER A] Visitor, sir.

Miss Annie Leonhart of

the Stohess District

m*llitary Police.

[STRATMANN]

Show her in.

Care to sit?

[ANNIE]

Yes sir, thank you.

[ANNIE] I need to know

more about the circumstances

surrounding your

daughter's disappearance.

I have questions.

Suppose I can take that to mean

you haven't found her as of yet.

But you must've turned up

at least a lead or two, right?

[ANNIE]

No, sir. My apologies.

That's puzzling. Think I must

be overworking myself.

Try and help me wrap

my frazzled mind around this.

It's been ten days since

I reported my daughter missing.

What's more, every time

I requested an update,

I was assured that you were

doing all you could to find her.

[STRATMANN] How could you MPs

have turned up nothing?

Are you incompetent?

You have every right

to think that of me, sir.

Yeah, well I don't.

It seems to me,

you're just deceitful.

All of you are.

I doubt the search for my

daughter has even begun.

The job just keeps getting

passed around, right?

[ANNIE]

It's as you said, sir.

The case came to me

this morning,

after passing hands twice.

Sounds about right.

So what does this mean?

You're the only soldier

who's actually

willing to search

for my daughter?

That's correct.

[STRATMANN] How many years

you been doing this?

[ANNIE]

One month.

[STRATMANN]

Hm?

[STRATMANN laughs]

So this is what I get for

all the taxes I've paid

over the years.

Ten days of neglect.

And then when the

search finally starts,

its managed by a kid

who's fresh out of training.

[ANNIE] You don't appear to be

short on financial influence.

Why don't you just

shoo me out of your parlor

and hire some freelance fixers?

That's certainly

a tempting thought.

[ANNIE]

All right.

But it's not a real option.

Freelancers only use

their heads for one thing:

coming up with ways to

divest me of my money.

I'd like to believe that I've

always had a good

eye for people.

You may be a rookie.

But my eyes tell me

that you're capable,

and that you're someone

I can trust to follow through

once you've given your word.

[STRATMANN] So. Will you

look for my daughter?

Of course I will, it's my job.

[STRATMANN]

Right then.

The "circumstances of her

disappearance," you said.

Yes.

She had been gone for two days

before I decided to

report her missing.

You see, all I knew

for a fact then

was that she hadn't

turned up for dinner.

Regardless, I should've known

to make more of that fact.

She never missed dinner.

Neither of us did.

No matter how busy we were,

we made time to eat together.

So long as we each kept to that,

we stayed out of

one another's affairs.

That was the rule between us.

So when was the

last time you saw her?

Thirteen days ago, over the

last dinner we did have.

[ANNIE] Did you notice

anything unusual that day?

Any change in her demeanor?

Nothing that I can

recall now. No.

What about her social

life, can you name

any of her acquaintances

or places she frequents?

I can't.

Then do you have any idea

how she typically

spends her time?

I don't.

[ANNIE]

So you're telling me that you

see your daughter every day

but have no idea

what kind of life she leads.

That's right.

She got her degree

from Einrich college

and hasn't done a thing

in the three years since,

from what I can tell.

What was her major?

[STRATMANN]

Chemistry. As I said before,

she and I don't interfere

in one another's affairs.

Once we've had our dinner,

she's free to gallivant

about town all night.

[ANNIE]

Do you bring that up because

it's something she does often?

No, it's just an example.

I truly don't know

what she does.

Do you think she

could've been abducted?

Seems unlikely. I'd've surely

received demands by now.

How was your relationship

with her? Was it strained?

If Carly left to get away

from me, I wouldn't know.

My daughter's mind

is a mystery to me.

I don't think there's

a father out there

who knows what his

daughter is thinking.

Not really.

[knocking]

[BUTLER A]

Yes? Who might this be?

Not used to all these visitors.

At least not anymore.

[STRATMANN] By the way, why did

you join the m*llitary Police?

[ANNIE]

Why do you ask?

[STRATMANN] Because you

strike me as an unusual person.

I joined the MPs

because I wanted

to live a safe, quiet

life in the interior.

I don't think there's much use

in seeking more than that.

Fair enough.

We're done for now, yes?

Or do you have

further questions?

No. I've asked enough

for the time being.

If I discover anything

useful, I'll come back.

I wish you luck, then.

[ANNIE]

You saw through that lie about

why I became an MP, didn't you?

Well, I see through you, too.

You're hiding something,

Stratmann.

[STRATMANN] I'm going out.

Prepare a carriage.

[BUTLER A]

As you wish, sir.

[MARLO] Basically,

the Marleen Company would

buy bulk goods in Wall Maria,

transport them to Wall Sina,

and sell them,

making a large profit off the

differences in regional prices.

[ANNIE] Sounds like a pretty

standard business model

for a merchant company.

Yeah. It was.

But that model was shattered

along with Wall Maria in .

The Marleen Company

was forced to downsize.

These days, they're just a

horse-drawn coach business.

Interesting.

Thanks for the intel.

Did you have work

foisted on you today, too?

Unlike the rest of you,

I don't mind work.

I'm putting together

a catalogue of the books here.

It's absurd that we

don't already have one.

[ANNIE] The Marleen Company

is in bad shape.

Yet Stratmann still

manages to live in luxury.

Then there's Carly Stratmann.

She could find work easily

with that chemistry degree.

Why hasn't she?

And if her father's

business is in decline,

why doesn't he care

that she hasn't?

What a strange family.

No. If she and

her dad are strange,

me and mine are freaks.

Are you getting tired?

Well, push through the pain,

it'll help you prepare

for your mission!

This is what you were

born to do, Annie.

It's the reason you were

given life, understand?

[ANNIE] "Absolute obedience."

Those were the only words

that existed between me

and my father.

[ANNIE] Wait. I assumed

that Carly was

living off of her

father's money,

but he talked like he had

no desire or ability

to change the way

she was living.

[STRATMANN]

She and I don't interfere

in one another's affairs.

Once we've had our dinner,

she's free to gallivant

about town all night.

Gallivant all night.

[gasps]

[ANNIE] Marlo. We log

all questionings, right?

[ANNIE]

Jackpot.

Carly was picked up for

questioning two years ago.

A m*llitary Police

patrol found her

passed out drunk

in front of a bar.

A bar that went by

the name of Pit Lidors.

[PATRONS chuckling]

[ANNIE] I'm with the Stohess

District m*llitary Police.

Do you know this girl?

Eh. Can't say that I do.

What're you trying

to do with that?

It isn't about to

change what I know.

[ANNIE] I'm just thirsty.

One limeade, please.

[PATRONS laugh]

You know her, right?

The hell we do.

Now why don't you run home

and cry to your daddy

before I get any funny idea--

[screams]

That looks like coderoin.

Possession of

illegal dr*gs gets you

three to five years

in prison. However.

[PATRON A]

Screw you! Get outta here!

[PATRON B yells]

I was saying. That if you

tell me whatever you know

about the girl in the picture,

I'll forget everything

I saw here.

Sound good?

[PATRON B] That's Carly.

She was a regular here.

That girl's one of the most

generous people I've ever met.

She was kind to all of us,

always buyin' us drinks.

That's right. She had a way

of gettin' us all to dance.

Everyone here liked

Carly an awful lot.

Yeah, but then

about ten days ago,

she flew into this terrible

rage out of nowhere.

We were all totally shocked.

[PATRON A]

Mm-hm.

She chewed us all out

and then got real quiet.

Eventually, she up and left.

No one's seen her since.

Any idea what set her off?

It was this idiot's fault.

He downed some coderoin

right in front of her

and made her flip her lid.

It's kinda weird, though.

I mean, she'd seen us

do dr*gs before,

but this was the first time

she ever made a thing of it.

So she was angered by

coderoin specifically. But why?

We been asking ourselves

that ever since.

By the way, why did

you guys pretend

you didn't know her at first?

Guess you don't wanna

go home tonight.

[PATRON B]

Whoa! Wait a minute!

Look, it's because

we thought she might've

gotten mixed up

in something bad.

Her dad's business

was in shambles.

And yet, Carly was loaded.

Always had been.

We figured it was

dirty cash, y'know?

So when you turned

up asking about her,

we thought you had

come to arrest her.

[PATRON C]

On top of that.

There was a guy who came

lookin' for her before you,

and he was as crooked

as they come.

[ANNIE]

Describe him.

He wore a real fancy suit

and it looked like one of

his eyes was fake.

It was red. Probably glass.

You'll know him

when you see him.

When did he come by here?

Around five days ago.

Do you have any idea how Carly

makes her dirty money?

[PATRON C]

Nope. Not a clue.

So you know.

My report could say that I found

you three selling coderoin.

To a child.

Your stint in prison'll be

a lot longer that way.

[PATRON B gasps]

Hey, stop screwin'

with us, already!

We really don't know anything!

You sure you're not just having

another lapse in your memory?

After all, you forgot

who Carly was at first, right?

We really don't know,

though, I swear!

[ANNIE]

Maybe it'll come to you later

when you're on your way to jail.

[BARTENDER A]

I'm pretty sure that they're

being honest right now.

So I'd like you to

stop tormenting them.

Has your amnesia

been cured, too?

[BARTENDER A]

Amnesia was never the problem.

Honestly, I just didn't feel

like putting my book down yet.

You should talk

to Carly's boyfriend.

I bet he would know

what she was up to.

He'd at least know more than us.

Give me his name and address.

His name's Kemper Boltz.

Couldn't tell you

his exact address,

but it's on South Aachen Street.

What? I don't know him!

I never heard of

the guy, honest!

Uh. Hey. What're you--?

Wait!

Sorry for the trouble.

Uh. Thank you?

[ANNIE] How is it that

you know when they didn't?

About what?

[ANNIE]

About Carly and Kemper.

When you do this

kind of job for long enough,

you end up learning

all sorts of things.

[BARTENDER A] Even things

you'd rather not know.

[GIRL A]

C'mon, Dad!

[CAT meows]

[CAT hisses]

[MARCO screaming]

[gasps]

[ANNIE]

What the hell am I doing?

I'll go to her

boyfriend's place,

and if there aren't any clues

there, I'll call it quits.

At this point, I've paid

Hitch back and then some.

[HORSE neighs]

[COACHMAN A]

Miss, we've arrived.

[ANNIE] Could you wait

until I get back?

[COACHMAN A] Guess you

must be new at your job.

Do you not know what

kind of place this is?

It's Stohess District's

trash heap.

A place so shady that we MPs

gave up on patrolling it, right?

Well, if you know that much,

then you probably

know my answer.

[MEN chuckling]

[MAN A]

Whadda' you want?

I'm looking for a man

named Kemper Boltz,

do you know him?

[MEN]

Huh?

[MEN chuckling]

It's against the law to light

an outdoor fire

without permission.

But I'm willing to overlook that

if you answer my questions.

You're a real comedian, girly.

Has the heat gone to

your head or what?

Seems to me it's 'cause

you're overdressed.

[MEN gasp]

Just give me an address

and I'll be on my way.

[MAN B] N-Number .

He's on the third floor.

[knocking]

[ANNIE]

Mr. Boltz?

I'm with the Stohess

District m*llitary Police.

[gasps]

Are you home, sir?

I have some questions for you.

[sighs] Coderoin, huh?

[gasps]

[ANNIE gasps]

[NEIGHBOR A] Hey! What the

hell're you doing in there?

How many times do I have to

tell you to keep it down, huh?

sh*t!

[knocking]

[NEIGHBOR A]

Come on, say something!

Tell me you're sorry!

Blubber and apologize

like you always do!

Hurry it up!

You gettin' proud,

ya dumb bastard?

Stay right there!

[gasps]