04x10 - Hitman Team

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Form: You're not leaving me with any choice.

Form: My name's Formaggio.

Nara: How do you like that? And that?! And that?! And that?!

Nara: I'm sure he plans to follow me all the way back.

Nara: But...

Nara: I just have to make it back without getting followed.

Nara: I'm going to follow the orders I was given!

Guy: Did you hear that loud noise?

Guy : I wonder what that was.

Nara: Come back for now, Li'l Bomber!

Nara: That bastard is somewhere nearby, but I should get away from here.

Nara: With all these people gathering, it'd be a bad idea to att*ck with my Stand.

Nara: Huh? The bleeding's stopped already.

JoJo-main: ,I thought he cut me really good, too.

Nara: Huh?

Nara: Where'd this Kn*fe come from?

JoJo-main: ,This isn't mine.

Nara: My Kn*fe's not this big.

JoJo-main: ,Where'd mine go?

Nara: These shoes aren't mine, either! They're way too big!

Nara: Where the hell did my shoes go?

Nara: There's something

JoJo-main: ,weird about this seat...

Nara: A-And this steering wheel.

Nara: I-I can't reach!

Nara: My foot won't reach the pedals,and this seat is huge!

Nara: I can't see through the windshield!

Nara: What the hell?! This car isn't mine, either!

Nara: Where'd it go? Where'd the car I came here in go?!

Nara: I can't get back without it! Damn it!

Form: Is he actually that stupid?

Form: Get a damn clue! You're shrinking!

Form: The effects of the wound I gave you are finally starting to show!

Nara: W-Wait, these are my shoes and Kn*fe.

JoJo-main: ,Which means...

Form: Did you finally figure it out, you moron?

Form: But it's too late now.

JoJo-main: ,You won't be able to drive like that!

Nara: S-So this is that stalker guy's Stand ability?

Form: You're gonna tell me where the boss's daughter is.

Form: The battle's already begun.

JoJo-main: ,No one can turn back now!

JoJo-EpTitle,Sign: Episodio Hitman Team

Trish: Hey, did you guys get my mineral water yet?

Trish: I'm thirsty.

Trish: I'm about to die from thirst.

Mista: I'd actually like to have lunch soon myself.

Mista: I mean, I'm fine, but I need to feed these little guys.

b*ll*ts: Feed us!

Gio: Narancia is indeed taking a while.

Fugo: This is why I was worried about him going.

Abba: Drop it, Fugo. How many times must you bring this up?

Fugo: I'm not going to drop it! After I—

Fugo: I-I apologize.

Form: Anything cut by my Tiny Feet becomes small.

Form: It does take a little while for the ability to go into effect, though.

Form: The clothes and bandana you have on now are shrinking with you.

Form: Your shoe and Kn*fe, which were separated from your body, have stopped shrinking,

Form: which means that the more you shrink, the fewer things you'll be able to use.

Nara: O-Oh, yeah! I need to get a hold of Bucciarati and the others!

Nara: Ow! What the hell's with that automated door?!

Nara: I'm still shrinking?

Nara: This door...

Nara: I've become so light that it won't open!

Form: Exactly, you moron.

Nara: Still...

Nara: I have to get to that phone as soon as possible so they can help me!

Nara: It opened, damn it!

Form: It's useless!

Form: It looks like you haven't realized this, but your clothes and wallet are shrinking with you.

Form: You need a telephone card or coins to use the pay phone!

Form: It only takes coins that are the right size!

Narancia_s_Heigh,Sign: Narancia's Height: .cm

Form: This guy might be smarter than I thought...

Form: This isn't good.

JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Having his friends find out my ability is the last thing I need.

Form: And if Bucciarati finds out about this,

JoJo-internal/narrator: ,he'll move the boss's daughter somewhere else!

Form: That definitely can't happen!

Form: I'm not gonna let that happen!

Nara: H-He's here! That bastard's gotta be around here somewhere!

Nara: Where are you? Are you hiding under the phone?

Nara: Come out here, damn it!

Form: This is perfect.

Nara: Are you over here?

Form: In a few more minutes, he'll shrink down to the size of a cockroach.

Nara: Where are you?!

Narancia_s_Heigh,Sign: Narancia's Height: .cm

Form: His Stand's size and power will get so small, it'll be powerless,

Form: and then I'll be able to t*rture the sh*t out of him.

Form: Then I'll win!

Form: I guess I don't have a choice.

Form: He shouldn't be able to find me, but I just have to wait a little longer...

Nara: I finally figured it out, you bastard!

Nara: You're in my right ass pocket!

Nara: Now I've got you! The ability to become smaller?

Nara: Were you in my pocket this whole time?

Nara: Damn it. But you sure are tiny...

Form: Wait... How did he figure out I was in his pocket?!

Nara: sh**t him dead, Li'l Bomber!

Form: T-Turn back!

Nara: Wha—

Nara: A b-ballpoint pen?!

Narancia_s_Heigh,Sign: Narancia's Height: .cm

Nara: Damn it! Where'd you go?!

Nara: What the hell did you do?!

Nara: That stalker bastard! Where are you?!

Form: That was a close one.

Form: When my Tiny Feet shrinks something other than myself,

JoJo-main: ,it takes a while because of the energy it needs,

Form: but when I turn things back to normal size,

JoJo-main: ,I can do it instantly, like I did with that ballpoint pen.

Form: The repulsion it created in that moment

JoJo-main: ,was enough to send me flying over here.

Form: But how'd he figure out that I was in his pocket?

Form: Did I move around too much and tickle his ass?

Form: I-Impossible!

Form: I hid immediately! How'd it find me?!

Nara: There you are! You're not getting away, you stalker bastard!

Form: It's coming after me!

Form: Th-This is bad! Tiny Feet!

Nara: Wh-Where'd that bastard go?!

Form: That was way too close.

Form: If the air pressure from the tire hadn't sent me flying, I would've been done for!

Form: But I'm sure it won't find me down—

Form: Y-You can't be serious! sh*t!

Form: This Stand's ability isn't just sh**ting endlessly!

Form: It's somehow finding me, and it's definitely following me!

Form: And it's not like it's seeing or hearing my movements.

Form: That wouldn't explain how it figured out I was in his pocket

JoJo-internal/narrator: ,or how it knew where the tire's air pressure sent me flying.

Nara: I found you! You're down in that drain!

form: I-It can even find me underwater?!

Form: Tiny Feet!

Form: D-Damn it! Think, think, think, think, think!

Form: I can't die here!

Nar: The Hitman Team has nine members.

Nar: Formaggio is one of them.

Narancia_s_Heigh,Sign: years ago / Naples

Guy: I'm planning to address the trash problem at next week's assembly.

Lady: Are you sure it'll be okay?

Guy: Don't worry. I'm just going to tell the Minister of Tourism the right answer.

Guy: It's the same thing as usual.

Lady: I always worry that you might be pushing yourself too hard.

Lady: Dear, don't you think you're drinking too much today?

Formaggio: What the hell, Pesci?

JoJo-flashback: ,Are you drinking milk again?

Pesci: B-But my stomach sorta turns when I drink espresso.

Prosciutto: That's why you're such a mammoni, Pesci!

Prosciutto: Just by drinking that milk, it's possible you're making us lamer by association.

Pros: Why do you think we even bring you along, anyway?

Pros: You need to correct things like that first.

Pesci: O-Okay...

Pros: So, Formaggio, how are things going?

Form: That's all yours, Pesci. A little gift from me to you.

Pros: Looks like things went well.

Form: Yeah, the job's basically done.

Form: Now we just have to watch it happen.

Form: Let's get this over with and watch a soccer match.

Sign: Narancia Ghirga

Sign: Li'l Bomber

Guy: It was delicious.

Guy: Thank you very much.

Guy: We'll be waiting for your return.

Form: All right, let's finish things off.

Lady: That was wonderful.

Guy: I'm glad I went with the white tod—

Lady: What's the matter, dear? Are you in pain?

Guy: Hey! What the hell are you doing parking here?!

JoJo-flashback: ,Get outta the way!

Guy: W-Wait, what's that coming out from underneath the car?

Guy: Th-Th-That's blood!

Form: All right, let's go home.

Pros: What's the matter, Pesci? Did your knees give out?

Form: We're back!

Risotto: How'd it go?

Form: Perfectly!

Form: The guy's been blown to bits.

Pros: But you ended up k*lling the chick he was with in the process, too.

Illuso: I guess this job was perfect for your useless Stand ability.

Form: Whatever, man. If you got a problem, take care of this yourself.

Illuso: As much as I'd love to, the leader wants me to conserve

Ghiaccio: Melone, how much was this job?

Illuso: my ability until we absolutely need to use it.

Melone: Twenty million lire.

Ghiaccio: Damn, that's cheap!

Risotto: Ghiaccio, calm down. We'll talk about money later.

Risotto: More importantly...

JoJo-flashback: ,Where are Sorbet and Gelato?

Ghiaccio: Are they playing hooky?

Illuso: Maybe they're getting it on somewhere.

JoJo-flashback: ,They're a couple, aren't they?

Form: And you call my Stand ability useless?

Risotto: No, something's definitely wrong.

Risotto: Gelato's one thing, but Sorbet would never miss out on a chance to get rich.

Risotto: He's always made sure to show up to claim his share.

Nar: Once an organization is established and starts to mature as a group,

Nar: there will always be people within that group who want to rebel.

Nar: When smuggling cheap dr*gs coming from Central Asia

JoJo-internal/narrator: ,to various countries in Europe as well as America,

JoJo-internal/narrator: ,they make a profit that's tens to hundreds of times more.

Nar: Which means it's not the least bit strange

JoJo-internal/narrator: ,that there will be those who show up and try

JoJo-internal/narrator: ,to take over the boss's territory, even at the risk of their own lives.

JoJo-flashbackinternal,Melone: Did you find them?

JoJo-flashbackinternal,Pros: No, there's no sign of them.

Pesci: They must've been dealt with because they were

JoJo-flashback: ,trying to find out who the boss was!

JoJo-flashbackinternal,Illuso: It's definitely possible.

JoJo-flashbackinternal: ,They're two crazy bastards.

Ghiacchio: Polpo's in control of all the gambling,

JoJo-flashback: ,and the jerks selling the dr*gs are also making a fortune.

Ghiacchio: But the only thing that we, the Hitman Team, get is our pay from the boss!

Ghiacchio: This ain't fair!

JoJo-flashback: ,We're the best there is in the whole damn organization!

Ghiaccio: We deserve way better!

JoJo-flashbackinternal,melone: He suffocated?

Form: Yeah... Just Gelato, though.

JoJo-flashback: ,Sorbet's corpse isn't here.

Sign: {\pos(,)\shad\c&HEDEFEF&}"Punishment"

Form: Punishment...

Nar: A few days later, a bunch of packages with no sender were delivered to the team.

Ghiaccio: Seriously? Again?

Ghia: Who the hell's the sender?!

Melone: Frames?

JoJo-flashback: ,They're not paintings, though.

Form: Is this what they call modern art or some sh*t?

Form: There's something weird in them.

Pros: Hey!

Pesci: Th-That's the same color nail polish that Sorbet always wears!

Pesci: I-I've seen it before...

JoJo-flashback: ,He and Gelato use the same shade!

Risotto: Get the frames out and line them up.

Nar: There were a total of of these art pieces.

Illuso: Oh, hell no...

Form: You can't be serious... This is...

Pesci: I don't want to see any more!

Pros: Shut up!

Melone: That's...

Nar: They were pieces of Sorbet's body, chopped up and preserved in formalin.

Nar: When they put his face together, they saw that it was distorted in fear.

Nar: He was likely cut into pieces by a very sharp Kn*fe, starting with his toes.

Nar: It was a rather intense way of getting k*lled.

Nar: That day, the Hitman Team came to a new understanding.

illuso: D-Do you think that Sorbet

illuso: was sliced up right in front of Gelato?

Melone: Yeah. And he was so overcome with fear and despair

Melone: that he choked on his own gag and suffocated!

Nar: This was a silent message from the boss.

Risotto: All of you...

Risotto: Forget all about Sorbet and Gelato.

Nar: From then on, they ended up getting the cold shoulder.

Nar: They never tried to find out the boss's identity ever again.

Nar: At least, not until...

Nar: they found out that the boss had a daughter.

Form: Damn it! I'm not going to die in a place like this!

Form: We're gonna k*ll the boss and take over his drug route!

Form: We're gonna claw our way up from this hellhole!

Form: It's riddled with holes?

Form: He sh*t that rat to death? Why?

Form: C-Could it be...

Form: It went the other way.

JoJo-internal/narrator: ,It's looking around for me.

Form: Breathing?! So that's it!

Form: Narancia's Stand, Li'l Bomber, detects its target when they breathe!

Form: Mosquitoes find animals to suck blood from by searching for

JoJo-internal/narrator: ,the CO{\fs} {\fs}that they exhale.

Form: This is the same thing!

JoJo-internal/narrator: ,So that's how he found out I was in his pocket!

Form: Come to think of it, when all those randos showed up in the alleyway,

Form: he stopped searching for me.

Form: There was a chance he would've sh*t one of those randos!

Form: It had detected my breathing!

Nara: There you are!

Form: He sh*t again!

Form: Looks like he can't tell the difference between me and the rats.

Form: In that case...

Form: Look at those creepy little shits...

Nara: Th-These numbers... and this movement pattern...

Nara: The ones that are breathing must be rats!

Form: Their speed is the same!

JoJo-main: ,They're all going the same direction!

Form: A thr*at... You were only a thr*at when I didn't know how you worked.

Form: How were you finding me?

JoJo-main: ,Now that I know that, you're more harmless than a mosquito,

Form: Narancia!

Form: I win, Narancia!

Form: I'm gonna get the hell outta here and wait for you to shrink into nothing!

Form: H-How?

Nara: The same movement...

JoJo-main: ,All of them are moving the same way,

Nara: but there's only one rat who's breathing really hard...

Nara: Are you tired? You're out of breath.

JoJo-main: ,Is there something heavy on top of you that's making it hard to breathe?

Nara: I think it might be worth it to sh**t the sh*t out of that fatty there!

Form: sh*t!

Nara: Yes! A clean sh*t!

Form: Th-That was close...

Form: If I hadn't returned to my normal size, I would've been done for!

Form: If time hadn't passed to the point of you becoming so small

Narancia_s_Heigh,Sign: Narancia's Height: .cm

Form: that your Stand power was rendered useless...

Form: I would've been a goner!

Nara: I-I didn't get him!

Nara: Did I become so small that Li'l Bomber's power also shrank?

Nara: My att*cks won't work anymore!