B: The Beginning (2018) s01e01 Episode Script
Episode 1
1 [man.]
Take wing and gather, as the festival of stars is nigh.
[man #2.]
You're amazing.
You know that? [man #3.]
Just the rookie we've been hoping for.
[man #1.]
Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't know that.
[woman panting.]
[man laughs.]
- [slurps.]
- [gunshot.]
[gunshot.]
[gasps.]
[laughs.]
[leaves crunching.]
- Eh? - [man.]
She dead? - [arrow squelches.]
- [woman yelps.]
Nope, still alive and kickin'.
In that case, hurry up, and get started! Right.
Guess it's time for us to clean our kill.
- [man grunts.]
- [woman groaning.]
[man sighs.]
[laughing.]
[muffled yelling.]
[blade slicing.]
Huh? Henry! Richard! [gasps.]
What? [wailing.]
[woman vocalizing.]
KINGDOM OF CREMONA, OLD TOWN - [car horn honks.]
- [trolley bell rings.]
MATSUMOTO PANETTERIA [baker.]
Hey! Want some freshly baked buns? [woman.]
Oh, crap! Oh, crap! Oh, crap! - I'm so late! - Oh, there you are.
- Good morning, Lily.
- Morning, Koku! - I bought some buns.
Would you - Sorry! Running late! Maybe some other time, 'kay?! But they're freshly baked, warm, sweet red-bean buns.
[sighs.]
Hey, Mom, I left without my I.
D.
! - You seen it?! - [Mom.]
You'd lose your head if it wasn't attached to your shoulders! [man.]
This is one-oh-five.
We've located a homeless man's tent off the forest road.
One-twelve here.
Multiple blood stains found in the parking lot.
I'll leave them for CSI.
Good morning, ma'am! Shush! Jeez.
Good morning.
How are things going? Well, decided to show up? Oh, yeah.
Sorry about that.
Oh, you want a red-bean bun? Freshly baked! Eating at a crime scene? That's bold of you.
[Lily.]
So are the victims moreYou know? [grunts.]
The victims had been linked to multiple murders in our jurisdiction.
We'd pegged them as serial killers and were about to make our move but before we could so much as get an arrest warrant, our misguided friend took matters into their own hands.
"Killer B.
" [officer.]
I'm sorry, sir.
This area [man.]
Buzz off.
It's fine.
Shoo.
You're in my way.
- I insist - Huh? Hold it! Who the heck is that?! Uh, he said he's R.
I.
S.
Well he's not, and you know you can't let civilians in here.
- Hmm.
Hmm? - [Lily.]
Excuse me.
I need your attention.
For the time being, this area is off-limits to anyone that's not authorized personnel.
[groans.]
All right, mister, have you had one too many this morning? I'm telling you civilians aren't allowed in this are [R.
I.
S.
officer.]
Ah! Ha ha! Is that you, Genie? Hot damn! It's been far too long.
"Genie"? Eric and Jean have been dying to see that grungy face of yours.
You should visit them.
Huh? Hey there.
ROYAL POLICE, COASTAL BRANCH All right, people, that pretty much covers the intel we've collected so far, but there's still another matter Holy shit.
I can't believe it's really him, Mario.
It's Keith Flick.
Eh, he's just a has-been, flew the coop over ten years ago.
Hey, Eric, I got everything ready to go.
Good.
Before we begin the briefing, please allow me to introduce someone.
Direct your attention to your two o'clock.
The man standing beside Jean is Keith Flick.
He's rejoined our unit from the Archives Division.
Everyone, give him a warm welcome.
[overlapping greetings.]
[Eric.]
Okay, Kaela, begin.
Early this morning, several bodies were found in the forest.
We've I.
D.
ed the dead as the Crouse Brothers, Henry and Richard.
Both were killed with a sharp bladed weapon.
The other victim was a woman who'd been badly injured.
We took her to the hospital for medical treatment.
We've confirmed she was abducted, held prisoner, and raped by the Crouse Brothers along with their younger brother, Julian.
Another psychopath.
[Eric.]
Speaking of whom, Julian's whereabouts are still unknown.
[footsteps.]
[Julian.]
Kill him.
Kill him.
I'm gonna kill him.
I'm gonna kill his ass! - [floor creaks.]
- [screams.]
[panting.]
Kill him dead.
Kill him dead if it's the last thing I do.
I can arrange that for you.
[gags.]
However there's just one condition.
You have to help me with a little something.
Now, then, the first order of business is finding out who killed these criminals.
This'll be the primary focus of the R.
I.
S.
Commonly known as "Killer B," this is the lead suspect that we will be pursuing from here on out.
- His victims have been - Bastard! I wish they'd called him "The lousy, good-for-nothing, scumbag killer.
" Are the lame insults really necessary? We hold strong the belief that in the past few years he's been involved in 15 killings.
Mario, go ahead, and present your report.
We've discussed this before, but since we have a newcomer, I'll go over it again from the top.
A single blow from an extremely sharp blade was the method of slaughter.
No defensive wounds were found, which means our perp quietly stalks his victims and slices them up before they can cry out.
Whoever this guy is, he's a pro.
Hmm? [Eric.]
Brandon, do you have a profile? Well, I've been working on it nonstop from various angles, but without any keywords to narrow it down, there's just no way to make it any more accurate.
How about the mark? Kaela, you mind tossing it on the screen for us? One sec.
There are countless numbers of similar marks.
- It's just an ordinary "B.
" - [Brandon.]
Wow.
[Boris.]
All this crap is hurting my eyes.
So this guy's even got fan sites? I guess he's real popular.
There's more if you want to see 'em.
- [groans.]
- [Eric.]
Keith Eh?! looking at this, does anything strange jump out at you? You fell asleep.
[Jean grumbles.]
[Eric.]
Kaela, bring up those other images.
Sure.
Would you like all of 'em? [Eric.]
Just don't hurt Boris' sensitive eyes.
[Kaela.]
No promises.
[Keith.]
Hmm.
ARMY TECHNOLOGY DEVELOPMEN DIVISION, SECRET TRANSPOR [weapon fires.]
What the hell is going on?! [grunts.]
COASTAL BRANCH, FORENSICS LAB - Yes, you're right.
- [knock on door.]
You sure got old.
Genie.
[Keith.]
There aren't any ashtrays around here.
[doctor.]
Everywhere's no-smoking now, which works since I quit some time ago.
[Keith sighs.]
Still bitter.
Some things never change.
Then don't drink it.
Hmm.
It's the anniversary of her death.
- Time sure flies by.
- Hmm.
[cell phone ringing.]
I see that you're already hard at work, but if you ever want bitter coffee, drop by anytime.
Sure.
[sighs.]
Oh, almost forgot.
Hmm.
[sniffs.]
Could he tell that I was lying? [weapons firing.]
Requesting for army and municipal police assistance! There's someone attacking an army convoy.
They've stolen an I.
F.
V.
and are currently fleeing toward the capital on the Aqua Line.
The royal family has declared martial law and say we are to obey General Bern's orders - Now what's going on? - until further notice.
Is this a revolution? I want everybody out there immediately! Mario, take command on the scene! - [Mario.]
Roger! - Brandon, you're our liaison - with the local cops.
- Got it.
Boris, you're with the army.
Also, I'd you to oversee our unit placement.
[Boris.]
You want me to do what?! [Eric.]
Please, do it.
[Boris.]
All right, fine.
- Keith.
- What? There's an emergency.
I'd like your assistance.
[weapons firing.]
[distant sirens blaring.]
Hmm? [laughing.]
You damn flies are starting to piss me off! This isn't gonna be easy.
Lily, we're gonna swing around to the back of it! Can you get ahead or next to it? I, uh Try cutting through the park! Roger doodle! W-Wait! Hang on, Lily! Don't[screams.]
I didn't mean that literally, you maniac! Use the road! The road! Ahh! [Mario.]
Target acquired! Lily! We're here! [Boris grumbles.]
The damn thing is firing at us! Sorry! Backing off! Lily! We can't get close in this car! You get ahead of us! Where are you? Come on out.
Show yourself, you bastard! Face me like the freak you are! [laughing.]
Die.
Die.
Die! I'll blast y'all to hell! This guy is insane.
What's he even after, anyway? Don't care.
He's going down.
While I'd hate to interrupt your fun, Julian, it's time to lose them.
What are you doing?! Focus on the sensors! [Eric.]
A smoke screen and an A.
P.
S.
? This isn't an ordinary I.
F.
V.
[Kaela.]
Carbon-fiber particles, from the looks of it.
The radar waves are being jammed, so we're unable to monitor the situation.
- What about thermal? - Not a thing.
[sighs.]
Seal off all areas immediately.
All precincts, get to your positions.
Let's get that thing contained.
[Mario.]
This is Alpha.
Eric, Where'd the I.
F.
V.
go?! Requesting instructions! - [Brandon gasps.]
- [groans.]
[Boris.]
Great.
Who the hell are these people? [buzzer blaring.]
Who the hell were those guys? Hey, w-where are you taking me? - [train clatters.]
- [gasps.]
[man.]
We're changing rides.
The fun has only just begun.
- [Eric.]
Any sign of it? - [Kaela.]
No, nothing yet.
Where could it have gone? I'll boost satellite sensitivity.
- Nope.
- Hmm? No way.
I doubt you're gonna find them.
Sorry.
Kaela, show me the footage from just before - the I.
F.
V.
entered the tunnel.
- Sure.
Play it again.
Put it on a loop.
[Eric.]
That's it, and it would certainly explain things.
It's a hybrid I.
F.
V.
that hasn't been unveiled to the public.
The drivetrain sound is the high-pitched tone that you get from an inverter.
So that's the reason it vanished from our thermal scopes.
It's a brand-new I.
F.
V.
whose stealth abilities have been augmented.
I remember reading about this somewhere.
Well, of course you do, 'cause it's a cutting-edge I.
F.
V.
Word is it was independently developed by a corrupt military country in top secret.
It's known as the Five-O.
Let's see.
They stole a classified item, caused a ruckus, exploited its capabilities, then vanished into thin air under the cover of night.
Either the work of a lunatic or a genius.
Either way, this is gonna be tricky.
Now then which is their true objective? What on Earth is that man doing? What's with all the weird squares and triangles? [Jean.]
If I recall correctly, he's referring to something - sort of like, uh - You don't know, do you? He and I have known each other for 20 years now, and I've never once known what goes on in his head.
That's nothing to brag about.
No, but if you give him time, he always comes up with an answer.
You sure? I am.
[thinking.]
Is it a diversion or a robbery? Maybe it's a diversion to aid a robbery.
There are two routes, one above and another below.
Eric, do you remember this place? Hey! What the hell are you doing?! Th-That's an expensive monitor! Oris Heavy Industries? Yeah.
I want to know what's beneath it.
It's the abandoned Alpine Metro line.
It connects to the trans-island railway, right? [Kaela.]
The terminal station on the summit is now the Museum of Flight.
[Eric.]
Alpha, head to the old Alpine Metro line! Beta, to the Museum of Flight, ASAP! As for you, contact the military.
Have them keep an eye on the skies.
I'm on it, sir.
This is the Railway Police! Train 645, please respond.
Do you read, Train 645? You better be right about that bastard showing his ugly mug, 'cause I swear, if you're lying [Kaela.]
The Railway Police say a National Rail freight is out of control, loop line two.
Do you think I should divert Alpha? Don't bother.
Let the army and police handle it.
That is their job, right? Wait.
The I.
F.
V.
isn't on it.
Regardless, I'm sure the fool aboard that freight train will be made out to be the perpetrator after everything settles down.
For now, we play the waiting game.
There! [gasps.]
You! I can't believe it! You actually showed up! Hey! Yaah! Your hard work is much appreciated.
- Did he show up? - Yeah.
Is it him? Well, if Quinn won't be returning, then we'll know.
[Quinn.]
I've been instructed to offer you an invitation of sorts.
This is the type of human that I'm allowed to destroy.
He's one who deserves to die.
[Quinn.]
I completely understand.
This just isn't a good time for you, and that's why I'm going to invite you in my own special way! They found us sooner than I expected, so just leave that there.
Huh? After all this trouble? The gas? Got it all.
We're going to switch over to plan B.
And Quinn? What do we do about him? He told you, plan B.
That means we're going to dispose of Quinn.
Got it.
Hey, now, what's the matter?! I'm dying to see the full extent of your true power, so come on! Show me! Oh.
There is no remorse in your heart, so you shall atone for your sins with your death.
[woman vocalizing.]
[Quinn.]
Lohengrin.
The black-winged king he does exist.
He really exists, Minatsuki! [siren blaring.]
- Uh, Lily - Don't talk, or you'll bite your tongue off! [gasps.]
Sorry, Boris! Nobody move! [gasps.]
- [Boris groans.]
- What's going on here? What's the rush?! Let's enjoy ourselves a little.
Oh.
Oh, wow! You're good, but as long as you don't hit me, I'll be okay which means all I have to do is take that arm of yours! [gags.]
[crackling.]
[shrieks.]
[train clattering.]
[overlapping chatter.]
[thinking.]
I guess I misread things.
This was the main objective.
[gasps.]
[Boris.]
Well, the case is "closed.
" I don't buy that crap for a second.
They're just gonna cover everything up by saying the train ran off the tracks and the I.
F.
V.
was ditched in the mountains.
I don't doubt it.
That's more convenient for everyone involved in this mess.
Something smells fishy.
What the hell are you doing, Brandon? Look at this.
Isn't that Impossible.
[Boris.]
Come on.
It has to be a coincidence.
[Lily.]
Yeah, right.
Are you seeing my marks? I'll keep on killing.
It won't stop until you find me.
I've finally found you.
[thinking.]
I'm gonna find you.
And I will be right here.
Someday I'll be gone There's somewhere That we belong And God Has never played his role 'Cause I'm the one Who saves my soul It's a perfect world We're longing for So long Cursing shadows Hunt and gather In the city of no answer As we follow Endless questions Hands up In the same reflection Sometimes we try to feel How things just used to be In yesterdays Now or never, Make it better No one ever lives forever Wake me up, and let me go Someday I'll be gone To somewhere we all belong For so long Translation by David Fleming
Take wing and gather, as the festival of stars is nigh.
[man #2.]
You're amazing.
You know that? [man #3.]
Just the rookie we've been hoping for.
[man #1.]
Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't know that.
[woman panting.]
[man laughs.]
- [slurps.]
- [gunshot.]
[gunshot.]
[gasps.]
[laughs.]
[leaves crunching.]
- Eh? - [man.]
She dead? - [arrow squelches.]
- [woman yelps.]
Nope, still alive and kickin'.
In that case, hurry up, and get started! Right.
Guess it's time for us to clean our kill.
- [man grunts.]
- [woman groaning.]
[man sighs.]
[laughing.]
[muffled yelling.]
[blade slicing.]
Huh? Henry! Richard! [gasps.]
What? [wailing.]
[woman vocalizing.]
KINGDOM OF CREMONA, OLD TOWN - [car horn honks.]
- [trolley bell rings.]
MATSUMOTO PANETTERIA [baker.]
Hey! Want some freshly baked buns? [woman.]
Oh, crap! Oh, crap! Oh, crap! - I'm so late! - Oh, there you are.
- Good morning, Lily.
- Morning, Koku! - I bought some buns.
Would you - Sorry! Running late! Maybe some other time, 'kay?! But they're freshly baked, warm, sweet red-bean buns.
[sighs.]
Hey, Mom, I left without my I.
D.
! - You seen it?! - [Mom.]
You'd lose your head if it wasn't attached to your shoulders! [man.]
This is one-oh-five.
We've located a homeless man's tent off the forest road.
One-twelve here.
Multiple blood stains found in the parking lot.
I'll leave them for CSI.
Good morning, ma'am! Shush! Jeez.
Good morning.
How are things going? Well, decided to show up? Oh, yeah.
Sorry about that.
Oh, you want a red-bean bun? Freshly baked! Eating at a crime scene? That's bold of you.
[Lily.]
So are the victims moreYou know? [grunts.]
The victims had been linked to multiple murders in our jurisdiction.
We'd pegged them as serial killers and were about to make our move but before we could so much as get an arrest warrant, our misguided friend took matters into their own hands.
"Killer B.
" [officer.]
I'm sorry, sir.
This area [man.]
Buzz off.
It's fine.
Shoo.
You're in my way.
- I insist - Huh? Hold it! Who the heck is that?! Uh, he said he's R.
I.
S.
Well he's not, and you know you can't let civilians in here.
- Hmm.
Hmm? - [Lily.]
Excuse me.
I need your attention.
For the time being, this area is off-limits to anyone that's not authorized personnel.
[groans.]
All right, mister, have you had one too many this morning? I'm telling you civilians aren't allowed in this are [R.
I.
S.
officer.]
Ah! Ha ha! Is that you, Genie? Hot damn! It's been far too long.
"Genie"? Eric and Jean have been dying to see that grungy face of yours.
You should visit them.
Huh? Hey there.
ROYAL POLICE, COASTAL BRANCH All right, people, that pretty much covers the intel we've collected so far, but there's still another matter Holy shit.
I can't believe it's really him, Mario.
It's Keith Flick.
Eh, he's just a has-been, flew the coop over ten years ago.
Hey, Eric, I got everything ready to go.
Good.
Before we begin the briefing, please allow me to introduce someone.
Direct your attention to your two o'clock.
The man standing beside Jean is Keith Flick.
He's rejoined our unit from the Archives Division.
Everyone, give him a warm welcome.
[overlapping greetings.]
[Eric.]
Okay, Kaela, begin.
Early this morning, several bodies were found in the forest.
We've I.
D.
ed the dead as the Crouse Brothers, Henry and Richard.
Both were killed with a sharp bladed weapon.
The other victim was a woman who'd been badly injured.
We took her to the hospital for medical treatment.
We've confirmed she was abducted, held prisoner, and raped by the Crouse Brothers along with their younger brother, Julian.
Another psychopath.
[Eric.]
Speaking of whom, Julian's whereabouts are still unknown.
[footsteps.]
[Julian.]
Kill him.
Kill him.
I'm gonna kill him.
I'm gonna kill his ass! - [floor creaks.]
- [screams.]
[panting.]
Kill him dead.
Kill him dead if it's the last thing I do.
I can arrange that for you.
[gags.]
However there's just one condition.
You have to help me with a little something.
Now, then, the first order of business is finding out who killed these criminals.
This'll be the primary focus of the R.
I.
S.
Commonly known as "Killer B," this is the lead suspect that we will be pursuing from here on out.
- His victims have been - Bastard! I wish they'd called him "The lousy, good-for-nothing, scumbag killer.
" Are the lame insults really necessary? We hold strong the belief that in the past few years he's been involved in 15 killings.
Mario, go ahead, and present your report.
We've discussed this before, but since we have a newcomer, I'll go over it again from the top.
A single blow from an extremely sharp blade was the method of slaughter.
No defensive wounds were found, which means our perp quietly stalks his victims and slices them up before they can cry out.
Whoever this guy is, he's a pro.
Hmm? [Eric.]
Brandon, do you have a profile? Well, I've been working on it nonstop from various angles, but without any keywords to narrow it down, there's just no way to make it any more accurate.
How about the mark? Kaela, you mind tossing it on the screen for us? One sec.
There are countless numbers of similar marks.
- It's just an ordinary "B.
" - [Brandon.]
Wow.
[Boris.]
All this crap is hurting my eyes.
So this guy's even got fan sites? I guess he's real popular.
There's more if you want to see 'em.
- [groans.]
- [Eric.]
Keith Eh?! looking at this, does anything strange jump out at you? You fell asleep.
[Jean grumbles.]
[Eric.]
Kaela, bring up those other images.
Sure.
Would you like all of 'em? [Eric.]
Just don't hurt Boris' sensitive eyes.
[Kaela.]
No promises.
[Keith.]
Hmm.
ARMY TECHNOLOGY DEVELOPMEN DIVISION, SECRET TRANSPOR [weapon fires.]
What the hell is going on?! [grunts.]
COASTAL BRANCH, FORENSICS LAB - Yes, you're right.
- [knock on door.]
You sure got old.
Genie.
[Keith.]
There aren't any ashtrays around here.
[doctor.]
Everywhere's no-smoking now, which works since I quit some time ago.
[Keith sighs.]
Still bitter.
Some things never change.
Then don't drink it.
Hmm.
It's the anniversary of her death.
- Time sure flies by.
- Hmm.
[cell phone ringing.]
I see that you're already hard at work, but if you ever want bitter coffee, drop by anytime.
Sure.
[sighs.]
Oh, almost forgot.
Hmm.
[sniffs.]
Could he tell that I was lying? [weapons firing.]
Requesting for army and municipal police assistance! There's someone attacking an army convoy.
They've stolen an I.
F.
V.
and are currently fleeing toward the capital on the Aqua Line.
The royal family has declared martial law and say we are to obey General Bern's orders - Now what's going on? - until further notice.
Is this a revolution? I want everybody out there immediately! Mario, take command on the scene! - [Mario.]
Roger! - Brandon, you're our liaison - with the local cops.
- Got it.
Boris, you're with the army.
Also, I'd you to oversee our unit placement.
[Boris.]
You want me to do what?! [Eric.]
Please, do it.
[Boris.]
All right, fine.
- Keith.
- What? There's an emergency.
I'd like your assistance.
[weapons firing.]
[distant sirens blaring.]
Hmm? [laughing.]
You damn flies are starting to piss me off! This isn't gonna be easy.
Lily, we're gonna swing around to the back of it! Can you get ahead or next to it? I, uh Try cutting through the park! Roger doodle! W-Wait! Hang on, Lily! Don't[screams.]
I didn't mean that literally, you maniac! Use the road! The road! Ahh! [Mario.]
Target acquired! Lily! We're here! [Boris grumbles.]
The damn thing is firing at us! Sorry! Backing off! Lily! We can't get close in this car! You get ahead of us! Where are you? Come on out.
Show yourself, you bastard! Face me like the freak you are! [laughing.]
Die.
Die.
Die! I'll blast y'all to hell! This guy is insane.
What's he even after, anyway? Don't care.
He's going down.
While I'd hate to interrupt your fun, Julian, it's time to lose them.
What are you doing?! Focus on the sensors! [Eric.]
A smoke screen and an A.
P.
S.
? This isn't an ordinary I.
F.
V.
[Kaela.]
Carbon-fiber particles, from the looks of it.
The radar waves are being jammed, so we're unable to monitor the situation.
- What about thermal? - Not a thing.
[sighs.]
Seal off all areas immediately.
All precincts, get to your positions.
Let's get that thing contained.
[Mario.]
This is Alpha.
Eric, Where'd the I.
F.
V.
go?! Requesting instructions! - [Brandon gasps.]
- [groans.]
[Boris.]
Great.
Who the hell are these people? [buzzer blaring.]
Who the hell were those guys? Hey, w-where are you taking me? - [train clatters.]
- [gasps.]
[man.]
We're changing rides.
The fun has only just begun.
- [Eric.]
Any sign of it? - [Kaela.]
No, nothing yet.
Where could it have gone? I'll boost satellite sensitivity.
- Nope.
- Hmm? No way.
I doubt you're gonna find them.
Sorry.
Kaela, show me the footage from just before - the I.
F.
V.
entered the tunnel.
- Sure.
Play it again.
Put it on a loop.
[Eric.]
That's it, and it would certainly explain things.
It's a hybrid I.
F.
V.
that hasn't been unveiled to the public.
The drivetrain sound is the high-pitched tone that you get from an inverter.
So that's the reason it vanished from our thermal scopes.
It's a brand-new I.
F.
V.
whose stealth abilities have been augmented.
I remember reading about this somewhere.
Well, of course you do, 'cause it's a cutting-edge I.
F.
V.
Word is it was independently developed by a corrupt military country in top secret.
It's known as the Five-O.
Let's see.
They stole a classified item, caused a ruckus, exploited its capabilities, then vanished into thin air under the cover of night.
Either the work of a lunatic or a genius.
Either way, this is gonna be tricky.
Now then which is their true objective? What on Earth is that man doing? What's with all the weird squares and triangles? [Jean.]
If I recall correctly, he's referring to something - sort of like, uh - You don't know, do you? He and I have known each other for 20 years now, and I've never once known what goes on in his head.
That's nothing to brag about.
No, but if you give him time, he always comes up with an answer.
You sure? I am.
[thinking.]
Is it a diversion or a robbery? Maybe it's a diversion to aid a robbery.
There are two routes, one above and another below.
Eric, do you remember this place? Hey! What the hell are you doing?! Th-That's an expensive monitor! Oris Heavy Industries? Yeah.
I want to know what's beneath it.
It's the abandoned Alpine Metro line.
It connects to the trans-island railway, right? [Kaela.]
The terminal station on the summit is now the Museum of Flight.
[Eric.]
Alpha, head to the old Alpine Metro line! Beta, to the Museum of Flight, ASAP! As for you, contact the military.
Have them keep an eye on the skies.
I'm on it, sir.
This is the Railway Police! Train 645, please respond.
Do you read, Train 645? You better be right about that bastard showing his ugly mug, 'cause I swear, if you're lying [Kaela.]
The Railway Police say a National Rail freight is out of control, loop line two.
Do you think I should divert Alpha? Don't bother.
Let the army and police handle it.
That is their job, right? Wait.
The I.
F.
V.
isn't on it.
Regardless, I'm sure the fool aboard that freight train will be made out to be the perpetrator after everything settles down.
For now, we play the waiting game.
There! [gasps.]
You! I can't believe it! You actually showed up! Hey! Yaah! Your hard work is much appreciated.
- Did he show up? - Yeah.
Is it him? Well, if Quinn won't be returning, then we'll know.
[Quinn.]
I've been instructed to offer you an invitation of sorts.
This is the type of human that I'm allowed to destroy.
He's one who deserves to die.
[Quinn.]
I completely understand.
This just isn't a good time for you, and that's why I'm going to invite you in my own special way! They found us sooner than I expected, so just leave that there.
Huh? After all this trouble? The gas? Got it all.
We're going to switch over to plan B.
And Quinn? What do we do about him? He told you, plan B.
That means we're going to dispose of Quinn.
Got it.
Hey, now, what's the matter?! I'm dying to see the full extent of your true power, so come on! Show me! Oh.
There is no remorse in your heart, so you shall atone for your sins with your death.
[woman vocalizing.]
[Quinn.]
Lohengrin.
The black-winged king he does exist.
He really exists, Minatsuki! [siren blaring.]
- Uh, Lily - Don't talk, or you'll bite your tongue off! [gasps.]
Sorry, Boris! Nobody move! [gasps.]
- [Boris groans.]
- What's going on here? What's the rush?! Let's enjoy ourselves a little.
Oh.
Oh, wow! You're good, but as long as you don't hit me, I'll be okay which means all I have to do is take that arm of yours! [gags.]
[crackling.]
[shrieks.]
[train clattering.]
[overlapping chatter.]
[thinking.]
I guess I misread things.
This was the main objective.
[gasps.]
[Boris.]
Well, the case is "closed.
" I don't buy that crap for a second.
They're just gonna cover everything up by saying the train ran off the tracks and the I.
F.
V.
was ditched in the mountains.
I don't doubt it.
That's more convenient for everyone involved in this mess.
Something smells fishy.
What the hell are you doing, Brandon? Look at this.
Isn't that Impossible.
[Boris.]
Come on.
It has to be a coincidence.
[Lily.]
Yeah, right.
Are you seeing my marks? I'll keep on killing.
It won't stop until you find me.
I've finally found you.
[thinking.]
I'm gonna find you.
And I will be right here.
Someday I'll be gone There's somewhere That we belong And God Has never played his role 'Cause I'm the one Who saves my soul It's a perfect world We're longing for So long Cursing shadows Hunt and gather In the city of no answer As we follow Endless questions Hands up In the same reflection Sometimes we try to feel How things just used to be In yesterdays Now or never, Make it better No one ever lives forever Wake me up, and let me go Someday I'll be gone To somewhere we all belong For so long Translation by David Fleming