Pumpkin Scissors (2006) s01e02 Episode Script
War Relief Unit
Aoki hikari wo tomosu sore wa hakai, nemuri, sosei GESHUPENSUTO IEEGAA Kizutsuki samayoi fumidashita tashika na shinobiai GESHUPENSUTO IEEGAA Aa sono senaka wa Hane wo mogitorareta ato ga aru Chiisana nanika wo shinjite mou ichido tsukamou! Akaku moeru kodou no hagane, itami, soshite yureru GESHUPENSUTO IEEGAA lkana gaihi wo mo kirisaki tachiwaru tame tachiagare GESHUPENSUTO IEEGAA Hokori wo mochi yaiba furiage Watashi yo (Anata yo) Sono te yo (Kono te wa) Yasuragi wo shitteiru! NON Sore de ii NON Kibou nanda Semete (Tsuyoku) kimi no (Daite) Hohoemi mamoru yo Reload.
Feuer.
What's wrong? The game's still on, you know.
Reload.
If you want the money, you'd better run! Come on! Move! Your marksmanship has improved.
Hunting is the sport of nobles, is it not? Say, Hosslo.
Isn't this a great time to be alive? Nobles and commoners, the haves and the have-nots The difference between great and small is so perfectly clear.
This really is a great time, isn't it? War Relief Unit Army Intelligence Division, Central Administration Bureau I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Merc! I couldn't defend you well enough Here, you like sausage, right? You really shouldn't bite people, Merc.
A demotion That's so mean.
You're not even a Corporal anymore, just a courier, first-class Eat this and Cheer up, okay? He's really late, isn't he? Maybe he got lost.
He did seem kind of dense.
He's late! How dare he be late right after he was transferred here? Whoa, Commander! No drawing your sword inside the office! He's probably just lost.
What do we do, Captain Hunks? He's probably just lost.
Let them be.
Let them be.
B-But, shouldn't I do something? This isn't funny! You don't have to do anything.
Calm down! You don't have to do anything.
Calm down! N-No! Well, you see, I heard that if I came here, I could get some new clothes.
No, absolutely not! This is a military facility.
We can't let anyone in without proper permission! Permission? Oh, in that case "Randel Oland Corporal"? "Beginning today, you are ordered to report for duty to Imperial Army Intelligence Division, Section 3.
" Captain Hunks, I've made you some tea.
Thanks.
Um, I just realized something.
When this new Corporal gets here today, I'll be his superior, won't I? Don't you already have Mercury as your subordinate? Merc and I are friends before we're superior and subordinate.
I can understand that, but where did your "friend" go? He was right here a minute ago Oh, no! If he bites someone again he's really going to get thrown out this time! Merc, where are you? H-Hey! Merc, where are you? What? Section 3 is one building across? Run! Out of the way! Let us recite now the manner in which we should conduct ourselves! Everyone repeat after me! We are! We Aaugh! Not "aaugh"! It's "are"! Don't drag it out like that! Lately, you guys have really been Hi.
I have brought Corporal Oland! Well, our Commander can be pretty straight-laced, but it's nothing to get too worked up about.
And you can work your ass off, but you'll never get promoted.
Section 3 is the end of the line for the Intelligence Division.
Our "work" is organizing documents and doing travel inspections.
It's not dangerous, but there's no glory, either.
They call us the peaceful and easygoing Section 3.
Peaceful and easygoing.
Well, we do see some action once in a while, like last time.
I don't mind that.
Huh? I mean, being peaceful and all that Hey, hey! We've already got one hot-blooded person, the Commander.
We don't need another one.
Well, let's just take it easy.
You really are huge, aren't you? Listen up, big guy.
Starting today, you're my subordinate.
My subordinate! That's got a nice ring to it! All hands, board the vehicle! He seems like a nice person, doesn't he? It's like he isn't a military person at all.
Yeah, you're right.
True, you don't seem like a soldier but frankly, your combat ability is terrifying.
So basically this, uh, Wo-Wolkinson? It's Viscount Wolkins' territory! And our mission is to give administrative guidance to the lord of that territory, right? What, did he evade taxes or something? No.
Section 3 received a petition that the public peace is being disturbed.
And who sent it? Well, we don't know the name of the sender.
So we just have to give a little lecture to a local lord who's gone too far, right? Piece of cake! Oreldo, don't let your guard down already! I'm getting chills on the back of my neck.
Something always happens when I feel this.
What a lifeless town.
It's like this everywhere these days.
There's almost no food or work.
All they have is lots of rubble and free time.
Those doesn't seem to be all they have.
A funeral procession? That's odd.
You think so? Dead bodies aren't that rare.
There must have been a lot of people who died in that war Fool! There must have been a lot of people who died in that war Fool! The war is over.
No matter how you look at it, public order hasn't gotten so bad that it's normal for three people to die at the same time.
Then what on Earth happened? It was the game.
They lost the game.
Our "lord" is a damn brute.
Stop it, old man! He's a noble.
We can't go against him! What do you call this? It's RAW! M-Master! I'm certain that yesterday, you instructed me to prepare your steak bloody and rare.
Oh, I mean I'll prepare a new one right away! Ah, that reminds me! I haven't fed my pets lately.
Go ahead.
Eat.
Summon the Viscount! Where is he? Wait! The master is dining right now! Is this it? He's in here, isn't he? Stay right there, bastard! We are Imperial Army State Section 3, the Pumpkin Scissors platoon! Section 3? Pump? I heard from the people in town! Scoundrels like you Ah, them.
Scoundrels like you Ah, them.
Your own citizens! The people you're supposed to protect! Please calm down, Commander.
We would ask something of you, Viscount.
We've heard that you indulge in a bizarre hunt in which you use your people as targets and pursue them with a tank.
Is this true? "Bizarre"? Please don't go around smearing my good name! That is Yes, a game.
Watch your mouth! You use a tank to shoot defenseless people and call it a game?! That's right.
They use their own lives as chips.
If they're lucky and can escape the tank, they'll be instantly wealthy.
For the commoners chosen as targets, I've prepared such a large sum of gold that they could try for the rest of their lives and still not spend it all! Of course, none of them have been able to survive so far.
Do you think that just because you were born a noble, you can use the lives of your people as chess pieces? Don't fool yourself! You're just a puny tyrant in his own little world! That's a pretty nice look on your face.
What?! Hosslo here is a former tank soldier in the army.
He knows all kinds of interesting stories.
I've heard this from other tank soldiers.
They say there's a propaganda unit that the military formed to make it easier to use the state budget.
A cheery little unit that helps curb criticism against the country by putting on an act of "war relief" for the masses.
That is what your platoon, Pumpkin Scissors, really is.
Was the title of your play today, "Administrative Guidance"? It sure is difficult to win the hearts of the citizens, isn't it? You're a filthy snob who's feeding off of the post-war situation.
Viscount Wolkins! You are hereby seen as intentionally aggravating the damage from the war, and you will be removed from this territory! And to think I went along with your act because I thought it was all a farce.
Whatever.
You'll be my next targets.
How did we end up like this working for the peaceful and easygoing Section 3? Good question.
Isn't that a great sight, Lieutenant? That's a first-class seat where you can see the entire game! Hey, you maggots! I'll give you just five minutes.
Try running away as much as you want! Okay, we'll take you up on that.
Oreldo! With the three of us stuck together like this, we're sitting ducks.
Why don't we go for all or nothing, and do what we can with these? Idiot.
Those pea-shooters won't work against a tank.
That rich kid knows that, which is probably why he didn't take our weapons.
Yeah, I guess you're right.
Soldiers, huh? It's been so long since I've had prey worth hunting down! In situations like this, the smartest thing to do is retreat.
Ta-daa! They don't call you the stockade escape artist for nothing.
All right big guy, you're first.
No, start with the warrant officer.
I have no intention of dying.
But I have even less intention of letting other people die.
You're my first subordinate, after all.
I see.
It was you all who sent the petition, wasn't it? But I don't understand.
Why don't you point your guns at the Viscount? Because he's a noble! We commoners can't point a gun at him! You're saying you can't do it because he's a noble? You won't pull the trigger? There's a story among the tank soldiers.
If you come across a foot soldier carrying a blue steel lantern, don't think he's an ally, but don't make him an enemy, either.
That lantern is a furnace that consumes the bearer's soul That's enough! What kind of fairy tale is that? It's ridiculous! No one can challenge a noble No, challenge ME! That's the kind of era this is.
Corporal, about what the Viscount said before Section 3 is a military unit.
But we can't choose how we are born.
That's true for organizations and for people.
Is that lantern from the troop you were in before? Um, what did you call it again? 901 ATT.
I am Alice L.
Malvin, third daughter of the Malvin family, one of the 13 appointed noble families.
You're the daughter of nobility? See? Even a commoner can point a gun at a noble.
Now then.
I wonder which target I should go after first.
What's going on out there? It doesn't matter if it's just one bullet! Shoot for your pride! Commander! Why those little I'm going to punish them when I get back! There! Now! Scatter! Corporal! That idiot! Nobles commoners Section 3 901 The Anti-Tank Troopers! It's the platoon I was in before.
That's right.
It's doesn't matter how you were born.
What's important is how you live! Did you see that? I got him with one shot! "They come with the blue light of the will-o'-the-wisp.
" That fairy tale again? What was it? Reload! Hurry up and reload! He's coming! Feuer! Got him for sure that time! Reload! Hurry up and reload! What the hell is it? Some monster from the old times? Hey, Hosslo, what is that thing? Even if you burn out their eyes or tear off their arms, they never stop marching.
Guided by the will-o'-the wisp, they press on and fire at point blank range, with no regard for their lives.
Footsteps that have abandoned life, triggers that bring death They're the boogeymen of the battlefield.
901s Anti-Tank Troopers! Soldiers who care nothing for their own lives.
Gespenst Jäger! Reload? That's right, I'll reload! No, it's useless.
No matter how many times I fire, it won't hit him.
Because I Up till now, I've only shot guys who were running away.
I get it! I get it now! You win the game.
Are you listening? Hey! Hey, you win! You win the game! It's over now, okay? Don't shoot me.
Hey, I'm a person, not a target.
Corporal! Are you all right? Don't worry, I'm coming to help you! I won't let you die! Your back Did you protect me? No.
I'm sorry.
You bitches! Do you think you've won?! What do you think you'll accomplish by rejecting me? Will fewer people die from hunger? Will epidemics disappear? Huh? Hmph.
You guys are just We all know that.
Shut up, you idiot! Rupture of the left eardrum, partial tear of the left trapezius muscle, three broken lower ribs, abrasions on the back and other light injuries.
How did you manage to get yourself so hurt? I don't mind being injured in combat.
But if the world isn't going to change The world? Does being so tall let you see into the future? You're no different from the Viscount! Oh, this is addressed to everyone in Section 3! You have our deepest gratitude for your help the other day.
After that, we took some free time and decided we would go back to our hometowns and give it our all.
Of course, none of us knows how we should live going forward, or if we'll be able to be happy.
But the pride you helped us remember, and that certain something that everyone protected We're going to believe in those, walking proudly and doing the best we can.
Don't look far away, look right in front of you.
I'm sure it's there.
The meaning of our battle.
Yes, sir.
The long war has corrupted society, and has spread all sorts of evil.
But there is a unit here that exists to fight the damages caused by the war.
That unit's name is State Section 3, Pumpkin Scissors! Kurikuri manako pa pa pa dokkin! Daiji na ninmu yaru zo kennin Mimi wo sumashi chouhou Osara kaburi senkou Maji Nesuru Furifuri shippo pi pi pi zukkin! Anagachi ima wa koi no unki Mokushi ano ko lock on Shippo futte love and roll Zetsurin FAIYAA! L-Launch! Sekai wa manma kiri no naka Kimi no kaori wo oikaketeku Sagashidashite yo Maakyurii Go! Sagashidashite yo Maakyurii Daiji datta takaramono Hey! Daiji datta takaramono Mitsuketara amakami yo Whenever a "Yes" comes out of your mouth, I want to hear "Sir" before and after it! Sir, yes sir! No! Don't, Merc! Next Episode Next Episode Hey Merc, the Lieutenant is acting kind of strange.
Next Episode She seems down Next Episode I wonder if she ate breakfast this morning.
Next Episode Next Episode Next time: "For That is a Precious Thing" Next Episode Come and get us, if you're not scared! Next Episode
Feuer.
What's wrong? The game's still on, you know.
Reload.
If you want the money, you'd better run! Come on! Move! Your marksmanship has improved.
Hunting is the sport of nobles, is it not? Say, Hosslo.
Isn't this a great time to be alive? Nobles and commoners, the haves and the have-nots The difference between great and small is so perfectly clear.
This really is a great time, isn't it? War Relief Unit Army Intelligence Division, Central Administration Bureau I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Merc! I couldn't defend you well enough Here, you like sausage, right? You really shouldn't bite people, Merc.
A demotion That's so mean.
You're not even a Corporal anymore, just a courier, first-class Eat this and Cheer up, okay? He's really late, isn't he? Maybe he got lost.
He did seem kind of dense.
He's late! How dare he be late right after he was transferred here? Whoa, Commander! No drawing your sword inside the office! He's probably just lost.
What do we do, Captain Hunks? He's probably just lost.
Let them be.
Let them be.
B-But, shouldn't I do something? This isn't funny! You don't have to do anything.
Calm down! You don't have to do anything.
Calm down! N-No! Well, you see, I heard that if I came here, I could get some new clothes.
No, absolutely not! This is a military facility.
We can't let anyone in without proper permission! Permission? Oh, in that case "Randel Oland Corporal"? "Beginning today, you are ordered to report for duty to Imperial Army Intelligence Division, Section 3.
" Captain Hunks, I've made you some tea.
Thanks.
Um, I just realized something.
When this new Corporal gets here today, I'll be his superior, won't I? Don't you already have Mercury as your subordinate? Merc and I are friends before we're superior and subordinate.
I can understand that, but where did your "friend" go? He was right here a minute ago Oh, no! If he bites someone again he's really going to get thrown out this time! Merc, where are you? H-Hey! Merc, where are you? What? Section 3 is one building across? Run! Out of the way! Let us recite now the manner in which we should conduct ourselves! Everyone repeat after me! We are! We Aaugh! Not "aaugh"! It's "are"! Don't drag it out like that! Lately, you guys have really been Hi.
I have brought Corporal Oland! Well, our Commander can be pretty straight-laced, but it's nothing to get too worked up about.
And you can work your ass off, but you'll never get promoted.
Section 3 is the end of the line for the Intelligence Division.
Our "work" is organizing documents and doing travel inspections.
It's not dangerous, but there's no glory, either.
They call us the peaceful and easygoing Section 3.
Peaceful and easygoing.
Well, we do see some action once in a while, like last time.
I don't mind that.
Huh? I mean, being peaceful and all that Hey, hey! We've already got one hot-blooded person, the Commander.
We don't need another one.
Well, let's just take it easy.
You really are huge, aren't you? Listen up, big guy.
Starting today, you're my subordinate.
My subordinate! That's got a nice ring to it! All hands, board the vehicle! He seems like a nice person, doesn't he? It's like he isn't a military person at all.
Yeah, you're right.
True, you don't seem like a soldier but frankly, your combat ability is terrifying.
So basically this, uh, Wo-Wolkinson? It's Viscount Wolkins' territory! And our mission is to give administrative guidance to the lord of that territory, right? What, did he evade taxes or something? No.
Section 3 received a petition that the public peace is being disturbed.
And who sent it? Well, we don't know the name of the sender.
So we just have to give a little lecture to a local lord who's gone too far, right? Piece of cake! Oreldo, don't let your guard down already! I'm getting chills on the back of my neck.
Something always happens when I feel this.
What a lifeless town.
It's like this everywhere these days.
There's almost no food or work.
All they have is lots of rubble and free time.
Those doesn't seem to be all they have.
A funeral procession? That's odd.
You think so? Dead bodies aren't that rare.
There must have been a lot of people who died in that war Fool! There must have been a lot of people who died in that war Fool! The war is over.
No matter how you look at it, public order hasn't gotten so bad that it's normal for three people to die at the same time.
Then what on Earth happened? It was the game.
They lost the game.
Our "lord" is a damn brute.
Stop it, old man! He's a noble.
We can't go against him! What do you call this? It's RAW! M-Master! I'm certain that yesterday, you instructed me to prepare your steak bloody and rare.
Oh, I mean I'll prepare a new one right away! Ah, that reminds me! I haven't fed my pets lately.
Go ahead.
Eat.
Summon the Viscount! Where is he? Wait! The master is dining right now! Is this it? He's in here, isn't he? Stay right there, bastard! We are Imperial Army State Section 3, the Pumpkin Scissors platoon! Section 3? Pump? I heard from the people in town! Scoundrels like you Ah, them.
Scoundrels like you Ah, them.
Your own citizens! The people you're supposed to protect! Please calm down, Commander.
We would ask something of you, Viscount.
We've heard that you indulge in a bizarre hunt in which you use your people as targets and pursue them with a tank.
Is this true? "Bizarre"? Please don't go around smearing my good name! That is Yes, a game.
Watch your mouth! You use a tank to shoot defenseless people and call it a game?! That's right.
They use their own lives as chips.
If they're lucky and can escape the tank, they'll be instantly wealthy.
For the commoners chosen as targets, I've prepared such a large sum of gold that they could try for the rest of their lives and still not spend it all! Of course, none of them have been able to survive so far.
Do you think that just because you were born a noble, you can use the lives of your people as chess pieces? Don't fool yourself! You're just a puny tyrant in his own little world! That's a pretty nice look on your face.
What?! Hosslo here is a former tank soldier in the army.
He knows all kinds of interesting stories.
I've heard this from other tank soldiers.
They say there's a propaganda unit that the military formed to make it easier to use the state budget.
A cheery little unit that helps curb criticism against the country by putting on an act of "war relief" for the masses.
That is what your platoon, Pumpkin Scissors, really is.
Was the title of your play today, "Administrative Guidance"? It sure is difficult to win the hearts of the citizens, isn't it? You're a filthy snob who's feeding off of the post-war situation.
Viscount Wolkins! You are hereby seen as intentionally aggravating the damage from the war, and you will be removed from this territory! And to think I went along with your act because I thought it was all a farce.
Whatever.
You'll be my next targets.
How did we end up like this working for the peaceful and easygoing Section 3? Good question.
Isn't that a great sight, Lieutenant? That's a first-class seat where you can see the entire game! Hey, you maggots! I'll give you just five minutes.
Try running away as much as you want! Okay, we'll take you up on that.
Oreldo! With the three of us stuck together like this, we're sitting ducks.
Why don't we go for all or nothing, and do what we can with these? Idiot.
Those pea-shooters won't work against a tank.
That rich kid knows that, which is probably why he didn't take our weapons.
Yeah, I guess you're right.
Soldiers, huh? It's been so long since I've had prey worth hunting down! In situations like this, the smartest thing to do is retreat.
Ta-daa! They don't call you the stockade escape artist for nothing.
All right big guy, you're first.
No, start with the warrant officer.
I have no intention of dying.
But I have even less intention of letting other people die.
You're my first subordinate, after all.
I see.
It was you all who sent the petition, wasn't it? But I don't understand.
Why don't you point your guns at the Viscount? Because he's a noble! We commoners can't point a gun at him! You're saying you can't do it because he's a noble? You won't pull the trigger? There's a story among the tank soldiers.
If you come across a foot soldier carrying a blue steel lantern, don't think he's an ally, but don't make him an enemy, either.
That lantern is a furnace that consumes the bearer's soul That's enough! What kind of fairy tale is that? It's ridiculous! No one can challenge a noble No, challenge ME! That's the kind of era this is.
Corporal, about what the Viscount said before Section 3 is a military unit.
But we can't choose how we are born.
That's true for organizations and for people.
Is that lantern from the troop you were in before? Um, what did you call it again? 901 ATT.
I am Alice L.
Malvin, third daughter of the Malvin family, one of the 13 appointed noble families.
You're the daughter of nobility? See? Even a commoner can point a gun at a noble.
Now then.
I wonder which target I should go after first.
What's going on out there? It doesn't matter if it's just one bullet! Shoot for your pride! Commander! Why those little I'm going to punish them when I get back! There! Now! Scatter! Corporal! That idiot! Nobles commoners Section 3 901 The Anti-Tank Troopers! It's the platoon I was in before.
That's right.
It's doesn't matter how you were born.
What's important is how you live! Did you see that? I got him with one shot! "They come with the blue light of the will-o'-the-wisp.
" That fairy tale again? What was it? Reload! Hurry up and reload! He's coming! Feuer! Got him for sure that time! Reload! Hurry up and reload! What the hell is it? Some monster from the old times? Hey, Hosslo, what is that thing? Even if you burn out their eyes or tear off their arms, they never stop marching.
Guided by the will-o'-the wisp, they press on and fire at point blank range, with no regard for their lives.
Footsteps that have abandoned life, triggers that bring death They're the boogeymen of the battlefield.
901s Anti-Tank Troopers! Soldiers who care nothing for their own lives.
Gespenst Jäger! Reload? That's right, I'll reload! No, it's useless.
No matter how many times I fire, it won't hit him.
Because I Up till now, I've only shot guys who were running away.
I get it! I get it now! You win the game.
Are you listening? Hey! Hey, you win! You win the game! It's over now, okay? Don't shoot me.
Hey, I'm a person, not a target.
Corporal! Are you all right? Don't worry, I'm coming to help you! I won't let you die! Your back Did you protect me? No.
I'm sorry.
You bitches! Do you think you've won?! What do you think you'll accomplish by rejecting me? Will fewer people die from hunger? Will epidemics disappear? Huh? Hmph.
You guys are just We all know that.
Shut up, you idiot! Rupture of the left eardrum, partial tear of the left trapezius muscle, three broken lower ribs, abrasions on the back and other light injuries.
How did you manage to get yourself so hurt? I don't mind being injured in combat.
But if the world isn't going to change The world? Does being so tall let you see into the future? You're no different from the Viscount! Oh, this is addressed to everyone in Section 3! You have our deepest gratitude for your help the other day.
After that, we took some free time and decided we would go back to our hometowns and give it our all.
Of course, none of us knows how we should live going forward, or if we'll be able to be happy.
But the pride you helped us remember, and that certain something that everyone protected We're going to believe in those, walking proudly and doing the best we can.
Don't look far away, look right in front of you.
I'm sure it's there.
The meaning of our battle.
Yes, sir.
The long war has corrupted society, and has spread all sorts of evil.
But there is a unit here that exists to fight the damages caused by the war.
That unit's name is State Section 3, Pumpkin Scissors! Kurikuri manako pa pa pa dokkin! Daiji na ninmu yaru zo kennin Mimi wo sumashi chouhou Osara kaburi senkou Maji Nesuru Furifuri shippo pi pi pi zukkin! Anagachi ima wa koi no unki Mokushi ano ko lock on Shippo futte love and roll Zetsurin FAIYAA! L-Launch! Sekai wa manma kiri no naka Kimi no kaori wo oikaketeku Sagashidashite yo Maakyurii Go! Sagashidashite yo Maakyurii Daiji datta takaramono Hey! Daiji datta takaramono Mitsuketara amakami yo Whenever a "Yes" comes out of your mouth, I want to hear "Sir" before and after it! Sir, yes sir! No! Don't, Merc! Next Episode Next Episode Hey Merc, the Lieutenant is acting kind of strange.
Next Episode She seems down Next Episode I wonder if she ate breakfast this morning.
Next Episode Next Episode Next time: "For That is a Precious Thing" Next Episode Come and get us, if you're not scared! Next Episode