04x08 - You, A Child of Sin; I, A Child of Sin

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Deploy gravity manipulation.

Hypersonic countermeasures. But how? I didn't hear any g*nf*re.

You f*cked up, detective agency.

I'm here to save your asses on the boss's orders.

Okay. Time for a gunfight. Gravity manipulation.

Grab on to it.

When did he become a detective agency collaborator?

To think that one day we'd be saved by the port Mafia.

Saved. Idiots. The only thing that happened was

your boss made a deal with my boss.

The price for your rescue is the transfer

of an agency member to the Mafia.

We've always got room for gifted criminals with useful abilities.

The president did that. He couldn't, could he?

But if not, we all would have

gotten arrested and Yosano would have been k*lled.

You're correct. The president knows that ideals alone can't save lives.

We need to be practical about this.

Do you think Kunikida hit his head or something?

Maybe it's because his car got all chopped up.

His car? Oh, you mean his notebook? You have an interesting pulse.

You're relieved right now. You've lived in fear

of when that day would come.

Is he right? If my colleagues d*ed, my ideals die with them.

I'm just waiting for that day.

Get back here.

Seriously, dude. Come on.

sh*t. He's outside the chopper. Bastard's going

to slash up the rotors. Tanizaki.

I want you to expose the actual m*rder*r.

Evil be gone. To fail. Plum blossoms in the snow.

You're a fool if you think that I'm

going to die from this small height.

I'll just extend my sword again and chase the chopper.

You're the real fool here. I won't allow anyone to..

Mess up my schedule. Your ideals are

as lofty and large as a hot air balloon.

But a hot air balloon inevitably runs

out of fuel and returns to the ground.

My name is Doppo Kunikida. My ideals will not fail.

I will fuel them with my life.

So they will fly on for eternity.

Gonna get.

Kyoka, are you okay? Just tired, that's all.

Of course you are. We've been sitting

here for two days without anything to eat or drink.

I'm going to go look for food and water.

I wonder if it's true. I heard

the inspector speaking about it while we were hiding up there.

They said the president was arrested and Kunikida

blew himself up during his escape. He may not have survived.

How did everything come to this?

Survival. That's our priority right now.

What a terrible incident. A government sanctioned

detective agency turning out to be a t*rror1st organization.

It's unbelievable. But there is video evidence

of the crime and many witnesses.

It's likely that the crimes they've solved

in the past were, in fact, their own doing.

This has rocked the nation's trust in government agencies.

Hide your face. We need to secure

funds to leave the city. Then we'll escape by train.

Escape. And then what? I don't know yet.

The decay of angels are behind all

this and have an impeccable, far reaching plan.

We don't even have a full picture of their plot,

let alone any evidence to prove they're behind it.

She's absolutely right. If the decay of angels

really was behind all this, then Fyodor must be involved.

There's no way the two of us

could take down that monster alone.

The tiger is strong, but you are weak.

The agency has saved me time after time.

But I'm not capable of helping the agency.

Please don't tell me that you're giving up already.

He's something wrong?

Think, what would I do if he were in this situation?

Wait.

There's one lead that could prove the detective agency is innocent.

The detective agency is about to get

a huge job offer. Don't accept it.

Michitaro Oguri. Yeah. He warned Rampo just before everything happened.

Somehow he knew about the plan. He must know

who the true murderers are, too.

Maybe even how to restore the detective

agency to the way it was.

But the last I heard, he'd gone missing.

So how are we supposed to find him? There's always.. A way.

Hello? Isn't this system part of Francis's eyes of God?

Do you think we're safe coming here? Francis was our enemy before.

He might sell us out to the m*llitary police.

He's agreed to hear us out.

Darcy

was able to get him to cooperate during the cannibalism.

We'll have to try to do the same.

I smell blood.

Are you all right? It's you.

N.A., but it's nothing serious. You've got to hurry.

Go help Francis stay and take care of her.

You seem to have lost your religion quite spectacularly, priest.

Death to my target for my beloved princess.

You'll pay for what you did to her.

You're talking about Margaret. How touching that you would

attempt to rescue for her even though you've lost everything.

But you see, the disrespect of forgetting

my face is punishable by death. Physical boost. $,.

He got away. He's strong.

I see why he was the leader of the guild.

But why was an assassin here?

Enjoying yourself. I hope you've been comfortable in this Port Mafia hideout.

It ought to conceal you from the hunting

dogs for at least a week or two.

I'm sorry, sir. Do you happen to

know whether Kunikida survived the expl*si*n?

Unfortunately, the only thing I was able

to find was where Dazai had disappeared to.

Does-i had already been arrested by the hunting

dogs prior to the hostage situation.

The m*llitary police transferred him to the Ministry

of Justice and to Public Security.

His subsequent whereabouts are currently unknown.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

The detective agency is innocent, you say? I swear on it.

What about all that footage on TV of the hostages being m*rder*d?

Then it was a complete frame up.

The decay of angels are the masterminds

behind it. Fyodor is a co-conspirator.

Even if, hypothetically, you're speaking the truth.

The detective agency is doomed. Defeating Fyodor was utterly impossible.

Uh huh. He's in Europe, being held in a detention center.

The facility is called Marceau. Marceau's very existence is a national secret.

Its location is known only by high level European government officials.

Needless to say, it is impenetrable. In fact,

it's the safest hideout in the world.

No? Then it would be a little

annoying if Eyes of God were used

by the detective agency now to eliminate its owner, just in case.

But if he's imprisoned, he shouldn't be able

to give orders to the outside.

Well, he shouldn't, but that kind of thing is his specialty.

So basically he's impossible to b*at. Just as you said.

It's like a giant game of chess

where he's the only one allowed to move

the pieces around. There's nothing to do.

Spell b*llet.

He must have left his

blood behind when the fountain pen hit it.

I won't be able to boost my strength in time. I'm dead.

And now eyes of God are useless to anyone but me.

I've devised a perfect plan. But perfection

is boring. Mm.

A new prisoner arriving.

I activated the sprinkler system. It was

the only way to dilute the blood. Kiyoka.

You did this? Interesting. How did you know about the blood?

I was under the stairwell when a

warning showed up on the display.

I've stopped your assassination attempt, Mr. Demon.

Very well played, Darci. You let yourself be captured

in order to save the agency. The only way I can see through

your schemes is by sitting here,

where I can keep an eye on you.

I'm blessed to have a chess partner in a place like this.

The chief is expected to awaken within the next hours.

That is, if the procedure is successful.

Damn it! Why did the chief go after the enemy on his own?

This wouldn't have happened if he followed

protocol and let us protect him.

The criminals set the conditions for the meeting himself.

They were both to show up alone or not at all.

How could we fall for such an amateur move like that?

We needed the information. The chief's gift

allows him to learn the details of any abilities activated nearby.

He had stopped violent gifted in the past,

so he felt confident in his ability to do so again. Alas,

the criminal was one step ahead.

Please watch over the chief. I'll give directions on site.

Wouldn't it be best if you stay until he awakens? No.

I was never on very good terms with the chief.

The chief quantifies human lives. Sacrifice one

to save . I couldn't stand that.

If you discovered the decay of angels, k*ll them.

But what of legal justice? Hongo. What's the special operations Division? Mission.

Peace it is to bless the masses with an ignorant, peaceful existence.

To hell with the law when peace is on the line.

And if good men have to die for it, I'd let them die.

I was oblivious to his intent when

he said he'd allow good men to die for the sake of peace.

He was including himself in that list.

Our report on the case's closure after the chief awakens.

And as for the m*rder*r, I will k*ll him myself.

Time for happy group counseling hour. Hi,

everybody. I'm your host, Fyodor Dostoyevsky.

Okay. Hold up. Stop right there.

What's the problem? Exactly what..

Exactly? What? What? Oh. Life counseling.

Thank you for your prompt understanding. Due

to our high levels of intelligence,

we have the unique ability to read each other's minds.

Although, because of that, we are not

able to provide life counseling to other

people unless they have our level of intelligence, that is.

Which is why this opportunity will be used

to discuss life's troubles with each other. Sure. You go first.

All right. My subordinates just wait on my

instructions and let their own initiative.

How might I get them to become

more autonomous and effective without me?

Just sit around all day and stop giving out instructions.

Some of them will realize things have

to change and take it upon themselves to act.

Very good advice. Okay. My turn. Go ahead.

The waitress at my favorite cafe won't respond to my romantic advances.

How can I get her to accept me?

Initiate a way for her to lose

her job and trick her family into disowning her.

That ought to convince her to turn

to you out of desperation. How I get you.

Oh. Now we should both try asking

a question at the same time. Okay. Good idea.

Ready? Set. Go. Tell me how you

manage to contact the outside world.

I figured you'd say as much. Sure you did.

Whichever of us learns the other's method

of communication first will be able to ask

our associates to terminate the other's ability

to communicate. In other words. Victory.

A pity you won't see through my method of communication.

Of course I will. That's why I'm here.

Indeed. So the evidence you need to prove

the agency's innocence lies with this.

What's his name? Was it mushy Farrow?

It's mushy Taro. The vehicle transporting him was

found on the road without him in it.

All that was found inside was an officer who was sh*t dead.

But mushy Taro's blood wasn't discovered on the scene.

The enemy must have abducted him.

And you need the eyes of God to find him. Is that right?

It could be arranged, though naturally, for a price.

What's your price? Well, I'd like to bring

Margaret back to her former self.

Margaret. Oh. Your employee. You see, Margaret is currently in a coma.

I want the detective agency's doctor woman to revive her.

Your price is Yosano. I've come to realize

Margaret is the only person alive who can k*ll Nathaniel.

You saw the att*ck earlier yourself. Nathaniel

has become a pawn for the rats, but he still remembers Margaret.

His desire to save her has compelled

him to commit incomprehensible acts of v*olence. We'll take advantage of that.

But didn't she risk her life to protect Nathaniel?

Isn't that why she was critically wounded in the first place? Precisely.

You're going to force two people who

tried to save each other once, to now go k*ll each other.

And what's wrong with that? I had forgotten.

You're the man who tried to crash

the Moby d*ck into the city and m*rder

hundreds of thousands of innocent people.

Again, I ask your point. I think

I chose the wrong person to do business with.

Are you sure? I feel like the president

would rip me apart if I actually made a deal like this.

Have our negotiations failed? Very well. But there's

something that I would like to show

you before you leave this place.

Allow me to introduce you. This is Margaret.

No. Awful. During the guilds bankruptcy, she was seen

and treated by several abhorrent doctors. Her symptoms only worsened.

She only agreed to take on many

of the dangerous duties of the Guild

to have the resources to rebuild her family estate.

At this point, it's nothing but a vain, delusionary dream.

If Margaret could somehow speak to us right now,

she'd beg us to terminate her life

support and send the money being spent

on treatment to her ancestral home instead.

All right. I'll take your deal.

Are you really sure about this?

It's hopeless. Whenever I see that someone's suffering.

All I see is my younger self. I can't just abandon them.

I think that philosophy works well for you. Let's go.

I hope Yosano and the others are safe.

Don't give me that bullshit. I know

you can help prove our innocence.

You just don't want to until we've heard your terms.

Correct. The agreement with President Fukuzawa was

that we would only help the agency

in exchange for transferring one of its members to the Port Mafia.

Transfer a member of the agency. You think you're being funny?

You just want me back in the Mafia?

Isn't that really what's behind all this? Oh.

And if that's the case, what of it?

President Fukuzawa understood that when he made the agreement with me.

The president would never agree to that in a million years.

I accept your request to protect all detective agency employees.

Though combating the hunting dogs will be quite

the daring endeavor even for the port mafia.

What are your demands? The transfer of one

detective agency member to the Port Mafia.

That will not be an easy price for me to pay.

I have one condition that you don't request.

Yoshino. She won't tolerate being your assistant again.

So you're wrong. See, Fukuzawa said he

would be willing to give you up.

Boss. Pardon the interruption, but something came up.

This radio was at the entrance.

Hey, how are you doing there, old sport?

I don't have time, so I'll make it quick.

I sent the lycanthrope boy your way.

Lycanthrope? It's Atsushi. He's still alive. And the reason for his appearance.

A transaction. You use the healing ability for me.

In exchange, I provide information that will lead to the agency's restoration.

Let's meet in minutes at Gabon Street.

Information leading to the agency's restoration. Now we have some hope.

It is hard, though. How did Francis

discover the location of this port Mafia hideout?

I suppose he must.. Have used

his.. Eyes of God or whatever.

That's the thing. If he was able to discover this hideout,

he might as well have done business

with the m*llitary police instead of us.

It would have been more profitable to do

the formidable hunting dogs of favor,

as opposed to the weakened detective agency.

The Francis who I know will always

side with the stronger, more aggressive group.

This transaction. Might be some kind