It looks like the kidnappers
made a
big mistake.
The girl in the trunk
was Detective
Jowd's
daughter, Kamila...
...not the minister's daughter.
When I got back to the justice
minister's office, things were
getting even more out of hand.
The devastated man was being
grilled by the fiery detective
lady.
I told Lynne what I had found
out
about the kidnapping...
...that it wasn't the justice
minister's daughter who
had
been abducted.
...That the kidnappers had been
holed up in Kamila's old
house...
...and that they sensed my
presence
and were already gone.
Lynne:
But Kamila?! Why do
they have
Kamila?!
Lynne:
Her father isn't the
stupid
old justice minister!
Sissel:
I think the "stupid old" part
is a
little uncalled for...
Sissel:
It
looks like the kidnappers
made a mistake somehow.
Lynne:
The poor girl! Kidnapped for
the
ransom of her own father's
execution...!
Lynne:
It's just too much!
Sissel:
It's a cruel twist of fate, I
agree.
Sissel:
And then there are those
other twists, too...
Sissel:
...like the kidnappers' winding up in
and using
Kamila's
old house as
their hideout...
Lynne:
There's no way it could
be just
coincidence.
Sissel:
...And them sensing my presence.
Sissel:
They seem to know about
the
powers of the dead.
Lynne:
I just don't understand any of it...
Minister:
I told you before, Detective.
Minister:
I
want you to stand back.
Lynne:
Who cares about distance
at a time
like this?!
Lynne:
Look, Mr.
Minister...
Lynne:
...it wasn't your daughter
that was kidnapped!
Sissel:
Don't try to pretend
you didn't
hear what
we were saying.
Minister:
Aaaaagh!
Minister:
H-How can I believe
in
you?! I'm a realist!
Lynne:
Please!
Lynne:
If you don't believe what
we say, see for yourself!
Just call home and--
Minister:
I tried calling a hundred times!
My
wife won't answer!
Lynne:
She won't...?
Minister:
I-It's complicated...!
Minister:
Oh, why does
life have to be
such a
complicated thing?!
Lynne:
But if she doesn't answer, doesn't
that mean everything's
normal...?
Minister:
It doesn't prove it!
Minister:
And I'm being
watched. I can't
have the
police go check for me.
Minister:
Besides... if the execution
isn't carried out
tonight...
Minister:
...the hostage will be killed!
What difference does it make
that
it's not my daughter?!
Lynne:
...!
Cabanela:
Whoo-whee! That's quite a piiickle,
Mr. Minister, quiiite a
pickle.
Cabanela:
Miss me, baby?
Lynne:
Inspector Cabanela!
Cabanela:
I have a little repooort
for you,
Mr. Minister.
Cabanela:
The escaped
prisoner has been
apprehended. Thought you might
like to see him, so
here he is!
Lynne:
Detective
Jowd?!
Lynne:
Detective Jowd...
I'm
so sorry...! I tried--
Lynne:
I know that you're innocent!
Lynne:
I just can't prove it...
Lynne:
I'm so sorry...
Jowd:
Lynne...
Jowd:
Please... Don't apologize
to me...
Cabanela:
Ah, the beautiful love between
a
teacher and student. It
brings
a tear to my eye...
Lynne:
........
****
Sissel:
Lynne doesn't really know
that Jowd
is innocent...
Sissel:
She just
believes it from
the bottom of her heart.
Sissel:
(The execution and the
kidnapping are
real threats,
and time marches on...)
Sissel:
(I'll gather information
and see if
I can
think
of something...)
Sissel:
This all relates back to me
somehow... I just
know it.
****
Sissel:
This brave little water
pitcher
saved the
justice minister's
life.
Sissel:
He drank all of the water,
so now it's empty.
Sissel:
(I think he should
get it
refilled...)
Sissel:
You never know when
another fit may visit...
****
Sissel:
This brave little medicine
bottle
saved the justice
minister's life.
Sissel:
There are only two
capsules left in the bottle.
Sissel:
According to
the minister
himself, he's supposed to
take two at a time.
Sissel:
(So he has
enough
for
just one more fit...)
****
Minister:
My poor Amelie!
Is she all right...?
Sissel:
Actually, the girl who was
kidnapped is named "Kamila."
Minister:
Why is a dream talking to
me in my
head again?!
Lynne:
Wait a minute... "Amelie"?
Lynne:
Could
that be the
Amelie next door?
Sissel:
Yes, I think so...
Lynne:
Wow. I didn't know the justice
minister lived next door!
Minister:
No, not me... My wife...
It's, uh...
complicated...
Sissel:
(Yeah, I bet it would be pretty
hard to admit she left him...)
Lynne:
The minister's wife
ran away on
him?!
Lynne:
Maybe they grew apart,
what
with him being so busy...?
Sissel:
Yeah, I bet you're right.
Minister:
Please stop gossiping about
me
inside my own head!
****
Sissel:
According to what I heard...
Sissel:
...Amelie was supposed to go
to
some sort of lesson tonight.
Lynne:
Those horrible kidnappers...!
They
were lying in wait for her!
Sissel:
But Amelie didn't go out
after all.
She couldn't.
Sissel:
She had a
fever.
Lynne:
Huh... And so the kidnappers
grabbed Kamila by mistake
instead...?
Sissel:
Apparently. Amelie and Kamila
are
about the same age...
Sissel:
(The
kidnappers must've gotten
the two of them mixed up...)
Lynne:
........
Lynne:
It's my fault...
Lynne:
If I hadn't asked
Kamila to do
that errand
for me, this never
would've happened...
Sissel:
(Oh, right... You asked her
to
bring the music box...)
Lynne:
Kamila...
****
Sissel:
Huh? What's going on?
Sissel:
Kamila is the one
who
was kidnapped...
Sissel:
(...but this little girl's
bed is empty, too.)
Sissel:
(Where
could she
have gone?)
Sissel:
While her husband and
daughter's situation
changes from hour to hour...
Sissel:
...only the lady's outpouring
of words of
love continue
on without change.
Sissel:
.........
Sissel:
I have to admit I admire
her
dedication.
Sissel:
(But I'm worried about
her daughter.)
Sissel:
(I'll stop by again
later to
see what's happening.)
****
Sissel:
This scene of tragedy is
once again sealed in
silence.
Sissel:
The tragedy five years ago...
and the tragedy tonight...
Sissel:
(I
wonder where the
little lady is now...?)
Sissel:
If only I could put a smile
back on her face... before
the day dawns.
Sissel:
(But I won't find
the answers
here.)
Sissel:
I'd better follow
my own leads.
****
Lynne:
You knew, didn't you,
Inspector
Cabanela?
Lynne:
That the execution
was tonight...
Cabanela:
I don't beliiieve I had any
obligation to tell you.
Lynne:
And you're fine with this?
Lynne:
I mean,
you know as well as I
do...
Lynne:
Detective Jowd could never
have done such a thing.
Cabanela:
Ha ha ha!
Cabanela:
Oh, c'mon now, baby.
I
knooow no such thing.
Lynne:
Huh?
Cabanela:
I knooow two things to be
true, and
two things only.
Cabanela:
One: He
was given
the death penalty.
Cabanela:
And, two: He triiied to escape.
Cabanela:
What else
could I
do
but haul him in, baby?
Lynne:
If that's the case...
Lynne:
...why did
you bring him here?
Cabanela:
What ever do you
mean, young lady?
Lynne:
He escaped from prison,
right? So
why didn't you just
take
him back to the prison?
Lynne:
I think... you only brought
him here...
Lynne:
...to
brag
about your
accomplishment. Isn't
that right, Inspector?
Lynne:
For your own
selfish
reasons?
Cabanela:
........
Lynne:
So were all those rumors
about you
true?
Lynne:
That the only thing
you care
about is a spotless record?
Lynne:
Is that more important to
you than
saving
a friend?
Cabanela:
........
Cabanela:
Everybody has certain
principles
they caaan't go
back on...
including me.
Cabanela:
You'll understand that
someday, baby.
Jowd:
That's enough, Lynne.
Lynne:
But, Detective Jowd!
Jowd:
I'm a death-row inmate
who escaped
from prison.
This is how
it should be.
Lynne:
B-But...!
Lynne:
........
****
Jowd:
So, Mr. Ghost, we meet again.
Jowd:
I
hear something happened...
Something about a kidnapping...?
Sissel:
Some kidnappers are saying
they
abducted the justice
minister's daughter.
Jowd:
That's terrible.
What's their
demand?
Sissel:
The carrying out of your
execution... tonight.
Jowd:
Ha ha ha!
Jowd:
I had no idea I was so
hated!
Jowd:
But the minister
doesn't
have to worry.
Jowd:
I die, and it's all over. Very simple.
Lynne:
It's NOT that simple!
Jowd:
Why not?
Lynne:
Because it isn't really
the
minister's daughter
who got
kidnapped.
Lynne:
It's Kamila!
Jowd:
Wh-What?! Kamila...?
Sissel:
I checked it out for
myself. I'm
positive.
Jowd:
No! It can't be!
Sissel:
And, by the way, Kamila told
me
something interesting.
Sissel:
She
said the one who killed
her mother five years ago...
Sissel:
...was Kamila
herself.
Lynne:
What?! What are
you talking about?
Jowd:
Don't listen to him!
Jowd:
I'm the one
who shot her!
I'm the one
who shot Alma!
Jowd:
And when I'm executed tonight,
that will be the end of
it.
Jowd:
Kamila... won't have to suffer
any more after tonight!
Sissel:
For a capable detective, you say
some incredibly misguided
things.
Jowd:
...!
Sissel:
You dying isn't going to
end that
girl's suffering.
Sissel:
It'll
just bring her new suffering.
Sissel:
The only person's pain this
execution is
going to
ease...
Sissel:
...is yours.
Jowd:
...!
Lynne:
I-Is it true...? What Kamila
said...?
Jowd:
........
Sissel:
Why don't you tell
us what you know?
[The murder five years ago]
Jowd:
To be honest, I still don't
understand what happened
that
day...
Jowd:
It was my wife's --
Alma's -- birthday.
Jowd:
We came home from work,
and she
went in first.
*bang!*
Kamila:
Mom! Mom!!!
Jowd:
What was
that noise?!
Jowd:
I looked for the shooter, but
there
was nobody to be found...
Jowd:
There was nobody there
besides Alma and Kamila,
just the two of them.
Sissel:
(So the little lady's mother
died
right in front of her...)
Lynne:
Oh, my... That's so horrible...!
Jowd:
Kamila told me about it.
She was
crying.
Jowd:
She said the
contraption she made
did something it wasn't supposed
to, made an
impossible
move...
Sissel:
"An impossible move"...?
[The powers of the dead]
Jowd:
It's been five years since then.
I
stopped thinking about it.
Jowd:
"I shot Alma." There's no other
explanation. That's what I'd
convinced
everyone
of -- even me.
Jowd:
But, tonight, you showed up and
gave me an explanation I
never
would've thought of before.
Sissel:
The powers of the dead, right?
Jowd:
That day, in that room,
powers that
I didn't
understand were
at work.
Jowd:
And, if that's the case, it
clears up all the mysteries.
Sissel:
Maybe not all. There are a
couple
of other people who
know
about those powers.
Beauty:
Is somebody there?
Can you hear me?
Beauty:
I can sense your
presence, you know.
Sissel:
The kidnappers who
abducted Kamila
knew
about those powers.
Jowd:
This is no ordinary kidnapping.
Jowd:
It
looks like my wife's case
isn't coming to an end after all.
Jowd:
I'm the only one who
thought it was.
Lynne:
Detective Jowd...
Sissel:
There's still time before
dawn... a
little, anyway.
Sissel:
How about
you see this case
through to the end before you die?
Jowd:
........
[An impossible move]
Jowd:
Kamila was a quiet little girl, but
she was good with her
hands.
Jowd:
She was a little genius
at making elaborate
toys and
contraptions.
Jowd:
But
there were two very strange
points about that contraption...
Lynne:
The first was, of course,
the
firing of that gun.
Jowd:
Right. That was an antique gun
I'd
had on display for years.
Sissel:
So it wasn't part of the little
lady's original design...
Lynne:
Of course it wasn't! It was
supposed to be a surprise
for her
mother's birthday!
Jowd:
And the other strange point was
the
movement of that Cupid.
Lynne:
Cupid...?
Jowd:
It was supposed to shoot its
arrow
without turning around.
Jowd:
Somebody made a change to
the contraption's design, and
then
manipulated it...
Lynne:
I don't know what to say...
Jowd:
I didn't have time to think
things
through then.
Jowd:
All I knew
was I had
to protect Kamila.
Jowd:
I made a small "adjustment" to
the scene,
and
turned myself in.
["Adjustment" to the scene]
Lynne:
What kind of "adjustment"?
Jowd:
The gun, of course.
Sissel:
(The gun, eh? Come to think of
it...)
Sissel:
...There was no gun
there. Just
a picture hanging on the wall.
Jowd:
Of course not, because I secretly
switched the gun out of
that frame
with the picture.
Jowd:
I didn't believe what she told
me about
her
contraption.
Jowd:
But one thing was for certain.
Jowd:
That gun was still smoking.
Lynne:
So that gun really
DID shoot Alma...
Jowd:
I hid the gun before
I went to the
police.
Lynne:
You hid it?
Jowd:
I put it in a wooden box and
gave
it to a certain detective.
Lynne:
What?! Y-You mean...?!
Jowd:
And that detective still
thinks
it's a music box.
Lynne:
So that's what was in the box, huh?
Jowd:
I got a different murder
weapon
ready to give to
the police
-- my own pistol.
Jowd:
And I did a few other things
to make it look good. I
won't
go
into the details...
Jowd:
When I was all done,
I turned myself in.
Lynne:
Detective Jowd, is what you
told us
just now true?
Jowd:
Yes, of course.
Lynne:
In that case, there's still time!
Jowd:
Still time?
Lynne:
Time to solve the case that
started
five years ago!
Lynne:
You
didn't do it, Detective Jowd.
And, of course, little Kamila
didn't do
it,
either.
Lynne:
So the true perpetrator is still out
there. And I'm going to
prove it!
Lynne:
For Kamila's sake!
Jowd:
........
Jowd:
That sounds wonderful.
Lynne:
Thank you, Detective Jowd!
Jowd:
Lynne! Where is that
music box now?
Lynne:
In Temsik Park.
Kamila left it
there!
Jowd:
That gun is important evidence.
You'd better go pick it up.
Lynne:
Yes, sir! I'll go right now!
Lynne:
Sissel, take care of
Detective
Jowd!
Lynne:
And do something about the
kidnapping, so we can get
the minister
on our
side!
Sissel:
And yet again, I say, "Easy
enough
for you to say."
****
Cabanela:
Whaaat's goin' on? Deal me the
deal, Mr. Death-Row Inmate.
Jowd:
A little change in plans.
Jowd:
My
daughter has been kidnapped.
I
can't just go off to die without
doing something.
Cabanela:
Buuut you're in our
custody, don't
forget...
Cabanela:
Back at the
prison, everybody's
waitin' for you, with a special
seat just for you,
baby.
Jowd:
Then I guess we'd better prove
my
innocence on the double.
Cabanela:
"On the double," is it? You sound
sooo determined, my old
friend.
Jowd:
I want to save Kamila...
in more
ways than one.
Jowd:
And that's
all there is to it.
Cabanela:
I see, my old friend... in
more
ways than one...
Cabanela:
What saaay
you, Mr. Minister?
May we have your decision?
Cabanela:
Should the execution be
carried
out toniiight, as planned?
Cabanela:
Or should we hold off, and
wait for this
"important
evidence" to come in?
Minister:
........
Minister:
The order still stands.
Minister:
Bring the
prisoner back
immediately
and resume
its enforcement.
Cabanela:
As you wish, Your Excellency.
Minister:
Please! Don't bow down to me!
Minister:
And
especially not that low!
Cabanela:
In that case, can I have one
of
your boooys arrange a
prison
van to pick him up?
Cabanela:
Would you
be so kind?
Guard:
Yes, sir!
Cabanela:
The van should take about
ten
minutes, I'm guessin'.
Cabanela:
Your
escape tonight was briiilliant.
Cabanela:
Will you show me another miracle
in
these last
few minutes of
yours, Mr. Death-Row Inmate?
Jowd:
........
****
Sissel:
I'm glad to see Detective
Jowd all
fired up now...
Sissel:
...but I
feel like I'm
under the gun here.
Sissel:
Even if Lynne does come
through with
the
proof of
Jowd's innocence...
Sissel:
...it will be meaningless
if Jowd or
Kamila dies.
Sissel:
I've got to do something
about that kidnapping...
somehow.
Sissel:
(Maybe I
should ask
for
some advice from the
capable detective here...?)
****
Jowd:
Most likely, the minister
won't
stop the execution.
Jowd:
Not as
long as there's any small
chance his daughter is the one
who was
kidnapped.
Sissel:
But she ISN'T the one!
I'm sure of
it!
Jowd:
Well, it would be great
if we could
prove that
to the
minister.
Sissel:
Prove it? How?
Sissel:
I doubt his wife is
ever gonna
answer that
phone if we call
from here.
Jowd:
IF we call from here, right.
But a
telephone works in
both
directions.
Sissel:
What are you saying?
Jowd:
What I'm saying is, only
family
members can
solve a family
problem.
Jowd:
Hey, Mr. Ghost...?
Sissel:
Yes?
Jowd:
I have to admit, I don't like
depending on others...
Jowd:
...but
you're the only one who
can change this situation.
Sissel:
Gee, Detective...
Jowd:
For these past five years,
Kamila
is the only thing
that kept
me going.
Jowd:
I can't go meekly to the chair now.
Jowd:
I hate to ask this, but
would
you
mind... saving me?
Sissel:
I'll try.
Sissel:
(The key to getting the
justice
minister to stop
the execution...)
Sissel:
(...is his wife and daughter.
But is there a way...?)
****
Sissel:
Excuse me, Mr. Minister?
Minister:
I can't hear you! La la la la!
Sissel:
I'm sure you heard everything
we've
been saying.
Sissel:
Are you
telling me you
don't believe any of it?
Minister:
Let me speak plainly.
I don't trust
you.
Minister:
But there's somebody
else
whom I trust even less.
Sissel:
Oh, yeah? Who's that?
Minister:
Me!
Minister:
I can't explain your existence.
It's not normal. But...
I'm
pretty abnormal, myself...
Minister:
So maybe you're a figment of
my
imagination, a
delusion!
Minister:
Would YOU listen to a delusion?!
Sissel:
To be honest...
Sissel:
...I have no idea what
you're talking about.
Sissel:
I
got the bit about you
not trusting me, though...
Minister:
Good!
****
Sissel:
Well, hanging around here
won't
change anything.
Sissel:
I've got ten
minutes before
the prison van shows up.
Sissel:
If I could just do something
about the
kidnapping
in those ten minutes...
Sissel:
(I guess the telephone
lines are my
only
hope...!)
****
Sissel:
The room is filled
with tension.
Sissel:
Everybody is on edge --
waiting, fearful...
Sissel:
Everybody except one.
Sissel:
The inspector in white
is
sitting,
humming a
tune to himself.
****
Minister:
O gods, I pray!
Minister:
Please allow me to
blow up and
scatter into a
million pieces!
Sissel:
What kind of prayer is that?
Minister:
But my daughter has
been kidnapped!
Minister:
And the inmate whose
death warrant I signed
is glaring at me!
Minister:
The best thing for me right
now would
be to blow up!
Sissel:
Listen to me. Your daughter
hasn't
been kidnapped.
Sissel:
Why won't
you believe me?!
Minister:
I tell you what. If you blow
me up,
I'll believe you.
Sissel:
(Oh, boy. Now what?)
****
Jowd:
The justice minister is
worried
about his daughter.
Jowd:
If we
could prove to him
somehow that she's okay,
he'd probably relent.
Sissel:
But he won't believe me.
Jowd:
I guess we can't blame him.
Jowd:
Probably the best way to
convince
him would be...
Jowd:
...if we could let him hear
his daughter's voice.
Sissel:
Yeah, that would probably
work. But
how do we do that?
Jowd:
I know you can do it!
I believe in
you.
Sissel:
(Oh, boy... Another one. Easy
enough for you to say.)
****
Sissel:
Time is back to being like a
caged animal here.
Sissel:
Nothing much seems to have
changed since I visited last.
Sissel:
Spiky is
making that horrible
noise, same as ever.
Sissel:
Our condemned convict,
Detective Jowd, is still out...
Sissel:
And the curry-lover is stuck.
Sissel:
My time
will soon be locked
away from me as well.
Sissel:
I can't waste what I have
left. I'd better get going.
****
Sissel:
Just as I thought...
Sissel:
This little
girl is
safe in her bed.
Amelie:
*cough, cough!*
Murder... execution... jailbreak...
betrayal... and now
kidnapping...
This last link in the long chain of
a
sad fate lit a fire in
Jowd's heart...
And the chance to turn it all
around is right here in this
room.
I'm getting a strange premonition.
Everything that happened
so far
tonight has related
back to
me in some way...
And I bet this mistaken-ridden
abduction does, too...