Sissel:
Apparently, the hitman fired
from
outside in the junkyard.
Sissel:
Probably the best thing to
do is go out there and
stop him directly.
Sissel:
But, in
the past, I can't just
use the telephone lines
whenever I want...
Sissel:
(Hmm... I'm
guessing the only
way is to get somebody to call
the junkyard...)
****
Chef:
Hello! The Chicken Kitchen!
You
want chicken? We got
your
chicken?
Officer:
One chicken dinner, please.
Chef:
Would you like an order
of fried
chicken with that?
Lynne:
Oh, that's okay!
Chef:
Hello...? Where would
you like that
delivered...?
Chef:
........
They hung up.
Chef:
♪La la la! What does it matter,
a
chicken order or two lost?
Chef:
♪If it were three orders,
that would be a different
story, though! La
la la!
****
Lynne:
We just popped over here
while we
had the chance,
without much
thought.
Lynne:
But this isn't where
the hitman who's
trying to kill me is.
Sissel:
Clearly.
Sissel:
(We probably oughta
hurry
back.)
****
Sissel:
Hmm... That's funny.
Lynne:
What's the matter?
Sissel:
This telephone doesn't seem
to be
working right now.
Sissel:
(Usually, the telephone
line glows red, but I
don't see it now.)
Lynne:
But we came here
by telephone line!
Sissel:
Apparently, in this
"four minutes
before death" world...
Sissel:
...we can only use the lines
while the telephone is
being used to make
a call.
Lynne:
You're kidding, right?!
Sissel:
(As long as the lines are
"closed"
like this, it looks
like
we can't go anywhere.)
Sissel:
(I guess we'll have
to start over...)
****
Sissel:
In the past, I can't just
use the
telephone lines
whenever I
want.
Sissel:
But that doesn't mean I
should use one whenever I
get the chance
to,
either.
Sissel:
(I need to get to where
the hitman is somehow.)
Sissel:
Let me try this
again.
Maybe I'll find my chance...
****
Sissel:
No sense in going over
to the
restaurant now.
Lynne:
Right. Can't eat
chicken if I'm
dead.
Sissel:
That's not what I
was talking
about...
Sissel:
(The place we need
to
be now is...)
Sissel:
(...outside in the junkyard,
where the hitman lurks.)
Lynne:
And the only way to get
there is to
use the
telephone lines!
****
Officer:
Huh?
Officer:
That's Lynne's notebook.
Hey,
wait a minute...
Officer:
I thought
she was practicing a
dance move when I came in...
Officer:
Nope. That was
definitely
suspicious! No question!
Officer:
I'd better report this!
Officer:
I wonder if I can make
the
call without her noticing?
****
McCaw:
What's up?
Officer:
I've been watching Lynne
just like
you told me to...
Officer:
...and I
noticed something
suspicious!
McCaw:
You did?! So Inspector
Cabanela was
right...
Officer:
She was hiding her notebook
when I
came in!
McCaw:
Her notebook, eh?
Officer:
Yes, sir!
Officer:
In a very suspicious
manner! And
in a very
conspicuous place!
McCaw:
Anything else?
Officer:
Um, let's see...
Officer:
It's pink, and
it's a notebook!
McCaw:
Anything else?
Officer:
Um, let's see...
Officer:
Come to think of
it, she was using
the phone
when I came in, too,
and referring to her notebook.
McCaw:
Okay, someone will be over later.
Don't let on you noticed
anything.
Lynne:
Hey, look at that! The phone
line
is glowing red!
Sissel:
...!
Lynne:
I bet it would work
if we tried it
now!
Sissel:
I bet you're right.
Sissel:
The detective
he's talking
to is outside
in the junkyard.
Lynne:
And that's where
the horrible
hitman
who's after me is, too!
****
Ray:
I've been waiting for you.
Lynne:
Eek! Wh-What are you?!
Lynne:
A desk
lamp... that sounds
like an old
grandpa...?
Ray:
Just call me "Ray."
Lynne:
"Grandpa Ray"...?
Sissel:
(You just have to get the
"grandpa"
part in there
somewhere,
don't you?)
Ray:
We're souls. We can choose
any
appearance we like.
Sissel:
Which means you have no
intention
of showing us what
you
really look like, right?
Ray:
........
Ray:
Now, then. About that
gunshot that
took your life...
Lynne:
...!
Ray:
I heard it way up on the upper
level, a scant few minutes
from
now.
Ray:
The hitman is probably getting
his rifle ready right now.
Lynne:
All right, I'm going in! I'll get
him
with those "ghost
trick" thingies!
Ray:
I'm very sorry, young lady...
Ray:
...but you don't have
those
powers.
Lynne:
What?! Why not?!
Ray:
I'm afraid I don't know the reason.
Ray:
But only a special few
have
the powers of the dead.
Lynne:
What?! Are you saying I'm
not
special?! That's not fair!
Ray:
Anyway, we don't have much time.
Ray:
Come on and hop in.
Cabanela:
Carry on, boooys.
****
Lynne:
That horrible hitman that's
after me
is upstairs, isn't he?
Sissel:
Yes, apparently.
Sissel:
(In other words...)
Sissel:
(...we can't stop him if
we stay down here!)
Lynne:
Let's go, then!
Lynne:
I'm not really big
on the
idea of getting
shot again.
****
Sissel:
It's no use.
Lynne:
What's the matter?
Sissel:
This telephone doesn't seem
to be
working right now.
Sissel:
In the
"four minutes before
death" world, we can't use
the phone anytime we
want.
Lynne:
I think it's a message
from the
gods.
Sissel:
Message from the gods?
Lynne:
That's right. They're telling
us to
stay right here and
find
that horrible hitman!
Sissel:
That's a very personalized
and
specific message
from the
gods, isn't it?
****
Lynne:
There he goes.
Sissel:
Yeah. We should
get going ourselves.
Lynne:
It feels like we lost,
you know?
Lynne:
And if there's one thing
I
hate, it's losing a race.
Sissel:
I wasn't aware we were in
a race
with the inspector.
Lynne:
Think barber pole stripes;
you're
red, and he's white,
and
it's a race to the top!
Sissel:
(*sigh* Maybe I should just
indulge
her and try again?)
****
Sissel:
The gunshot came from
somewhere way
overhead.
Sissel:
If we want to
stop him, we
have to go to where he is.
Sissel:
But we'll have to find him
first...
Sissel:
(We
have to look for the right
timing that will open up a path
to where the
hitman
is.)
****
Lynne:
Well, we made it! Now
it's time to
hunt down
that horrible
hitman!
Sissel:
He must be around here
somewhere,
preparing
to take his shot.
Sissel:
There isn't a lot of time.
Let's try to find him, fast.
Lynne:
I'm going to make good and
sure he
understands...
Lynne:
...what
happens to people
who point guns at others!
Sissel:
(There's a gleam in her eye
that's
absolutely blinding...)
****
Lynne:
Look! There he is, way up
there!
The horrible hitman!
Sissel:
(I think his name is actually
"Tengo," but I guess that
doesn't matter.)
Lynne:
C'mon! Let's go grind
him into
pieces!
Sissel:
I wish you wouldn't
use such
violent
expressions. Besides...
Sissel:
(I don't see any cores
that'll get us over there.)
Sissel:
(I think we might've
missed
our chance already.)
Sissel:
(Timing is everything.)
****
Sissel:
Hmm. He's saying something,
but I
can't hear him from here.
****
Sissel:
Even if we block his shot,
that'd
only buy us a little
more
time.
Sissel:
It doesn't look like we can
discourage him from shooting
completely.
Lynne:
The only way to deal with evil
is
to crush it completely!
Sissel:
(This lady detective is
just a
little excessive...)
****
Tengo:
I see my target.
Time to go to
work.
Tengo:
I'll be head of the
hitman division by next
month now for sure.
Lynne:
There he is! The horrible hitman!
Sissel:
(I think his name is actually
"Tengo," but that doesn't
matter now.)
Sissel:
We have to stop him
from shooting... fast!
****
Tengo:
Musings of a Hitman, Part 1.
When I
fire a bullet, I put
my
heart and soul into it.
Tengo:
The bullet is my soul. The shot
is the
expression of my
soul.
Tengo:
That's why I never
waste bullets. Besides...
Tengo:
...I'd have to put
the extra
bullets
down as an extra expense and
accounting never likes that.
Lynne:
What the heck is that
idiot
blathering about?!
Sissel:
Hey, don't get mad at me!
(We have
to stop this guy.)
****
Tengo:
Musings of a Hitman, Part 2.
To
fire a bullet, I need a
stable
location and a stable income.
Tengo:
When I aim my rifle, the
location
I choose
has to
be stable and unwavering.
Tengo:
Otherwise, any small
external
influence could
cause me to miss the target.
Tengo:
Likewise, worries over an
unstable income
could
also cause me to miss.
Lynne:
What the heck is that
idiot
blathering about?!
Sissel:
Hey, don't get mad at me!
(We have
to do
something... fast.)
****
Tengo:
Musings of a Hitman, Part 3.
When I
fire a bullet, I should
always draw in my chin.
Tengo:
"A rifle is impartial when it metes
out damage.
It can
hurt the
hunter as well as the hunted."
Tengo:
That's a quote from a hitman
who bit
his tongue due to the
shock of the kickback...
Tengo:
I have no intention of
biting
my
tongue. I only want my
bullet to bite my prey.
Lynne:
What the heck is that
idiot
blathering about?!
Sissel:
Hey, don't get mad at me!
(Uh-oh.
We're running
out of
time...)
****
Sissel:
There. We put a stop
to that shot
at least.
Lynne:
We did it! So I'm safe now, right?
Sissel:
Well, that changed your fate a
little, but it didn't avert it
completely. We're not done yet.
Sissel:
The hitman is a professional. And
he
really,
really wants to be head
of the division, apparently.
Sissel:
(I doubt blocking
a shot
here and
there is really gonna stop him.)
Lynne:
If you want to rough him
up a
little bit, I promise I
won't
put it in my report.
Sissel:
Let's think of something else
before he gets a shot in!
****
Tengo:
"If I want that position,
I have to
be careful of
even the
least bit of light."
Tengo:
Division head is my ambition
for this year. Next
year, my
motto will be...
Tengo:
..."If I want to be director,
I have to be careful of
even
the
least bit of scandal."
Sissel:
So it sounds like he won't show
up
in spots where a light is
on.
Lynne:
And, next year, I'm going to
spread
some nasty, scandalous
rumors about him!
****
Sissel:
Huh. Nothing happens.
Sissel:
That's funny.
Sissel:
I thought this lever was
for swinging the crane
arm around?
Lynne:
I'd like to swing that
horrible
hitman around!
Sissel:
(Hmm. This crane...)
Sissel:
(I wonder if
there's some
other way we can
use it?)
****
Lynne:
Oh! Look at that! One of
the lights
went out.
Sissel:
There are three lights
here all
together.
Sissel:
Apparently, we
can't have
all three of them on at
once.
Lynne:
Our station is crazy
cheap when it
comes
to electricity.
Lynne:
Just
so another detective
could see what he was doing
the other day...
Lynne:
...I
had to
pedal my bicycle in
place to work the headlamp.
Sissel:
A very sad tale indeed.
(Sounds
like they're taking
things
way too far.)
****
Officer:
Hey, did you turn that
flashing
light on?
Officer:
Wasn't me. It went off
all by
itself. Scared the
heck out of
me.
Officer:
Well, just make sure you
lay off
it. Don't wanna
waste any
electricity.
Officer:
Have things gotten that
tight?
That's pretty sad.
Officer:
They're really puttin' the
squeeze
on us lately about
using
too much power at sites.
Officer:
They won't even let us use
all of our
searchlights at
once.
Officer:
Oh, boy...
Officer:
We oughta be free to do
at least that much,
especially
on a dark night like tonight.
****
Officer:
Hey, I told you to
lay off that
thing!
Officer:
And I told you, it wasn't me!
Officer:
Uh-oh... I think I might know
what's going on here...
Officer:
This is
the work of... you know.
Officer:
What? Hey, shut up!
You're creeping
me out!
Officer:
But you know as well as I
do, the
only explanation
for
mischief like this is...
Officer:
...Inspector Cabanela!
Sissel:
So they tell tales about him
as
though as he's a ghost, eh?
Lynne:
But Inspector Cabanela is
really a
very nice person!
****
Lynne:
Look! One of the
lights went out!
Sissel:
There are three lights
here all
together.
Sissel:
Apparently, we
can't have
all three of them on at
once.
****
Sissel:
Uh-oh. The umbrella got
knocked way
over here...
Sissel:
(Now we
can't go anywhere.)
Lynne:
Guess that's what you
get for
touching Inspector
Cabanela's
umbrella.
Lynne:
He's always setting
up traps for people.
Sissel:
Darn. Now what?
Sissel:
(Probably should've
saved
this umbrella for
when
we really needed it...)
Sissel:
(Maybe we should
start over?)
****
Lynne:
........
Lynne:
Wow. Such power...
and speed.
Lynne:
I bet
that would put a nice
stop to my horrible hitman.
Sissel:
If it just stopped him,
that would
be fine.
Sissel:
But if it killed
him, would
I be obligated to save him?
Lynne:
........
Lynne:
Anyway... let's just focus
on the
"stopping" part.
Sissel:
(Apparently, thinking about
things
too deeply isn't
something
you like to do.)
Lynne:
Just the right amount.
That's the
way detectives
think about
things!
Lynne:
Now, c'mon!
Let's do this thing!
Lynne:
Ooh, I just love stamping
out
evil! It
makes me
feel so alive!
Sissel:
(Except for the fact
that you're
dead.)
****
Tengo:
Hmm. This is quite a
distance from
the target...
Tengo:
But I can't
work under
a spotlight after all.
Tengo:
Never mind. A shot like this is
nothing for a
man of my skill.
Lynne:
"Mr. Division Head" seems to
like dark, gloomy places.
Lynne:
I'd be happy to throw him
in a dark, gloomy cell!
Lynne:
C'mon, Sissel. Get
him!
Sissel:
(Hold up! When did I
become HER
assistant?!)
****
Officer:
Did you hear a scream just now?
Officer:
I'm telling you, it wasn't me!
Officer:
Nobody said it was.
Sissel:
There.
Sissel:
We found a nice dark spot
for
our gloom-loving hitman.
Sissel:
I think your death has
just been erased. Again.
Lynne:
Why not, I wonder...?
Sissel:
Huh?
Lynne:
Why don't I have
powers like yours?
Lynne:
If I could do things like
you do, it could really
help me pursue my case...
Lynne:
Why only the "special
few,"
huh?
It's not fair!
Sissel:
(That's the same thing
the little
doggie said, too.)
Sissel:
Well,
I'm jealous of YOU, actually.
Lynne:
You are? Why?
Sissel:
Because your life can be saved.
Even if you die again
tonight.
Sissel:
I can save you with
my ghost tricks.
Sissel:
Nobody can save my life,
though.
Lynne:
Oh...
Sissel:
(These powers of the dead...
why
have they chosen me?)
Sissel:
(Will I
find the answer to
that question tonight?)
Lynne:
Sissel... I'm so sorry.
Sissel:
Well, you're free to do
as you
please now.
Sissel:
I guess this is
goodbye, Detective.
Lynne:
Will we ever see
each other again?
Sissel:
If you ever want to see me
again,
all you have to do is die.
Lynne:
Okay, got it!
Sissel:
(I was kidding.)
Sissel:
Well, guess we'd
better be
getting back...
to the present!
Sissel:
Lynne has escaped death
for a
second time.
Sissel:
But that doesn't
mean she's
out of the water yet.
Sissel:
I'd better go see how she's doing.
Ray:
Well...
Ray:
...it looks like
"congratulations"
are in order.
Ray:
You
erased yet another death.
Sissel:
But I haven't gotten any
further in
solving my
own mystery,
though.
Ray:
But that woman holds the
key. Don't
forget that.
Sissel:
Lynne, huh?
Sissel:
Now that she's alive
again,
she's probably still
being detained
in the super's office.
Sissel:
She won't be able to pursue
her
case
without the
freedom to move around.
Sissel:
(I'd better go back to the
super's
office
and see her.)
Ray:
That sounds like a good idea.
****
Sissel:
It looks like the novelist
is still taken up
with her
prime minister.
Sissel:
The "atmosphere" is so thick
in this room,
it's enough
to make your eyes smart.
Sissel:
I think I'd better leave,
before
this air
suffocates me...
****Minister:
Maybe I was wrong...
Minister:
Maybe Emma was
right...
Minister:
Maybe it was a mistake
I was ever born at all...
Minister:
But wait a
minute. If I'd
never been born, Amelie
wouldn't be here right now!
Minister:
*groan* It's gotten to the
point where I don't know
what my mistakes
were...!
Minister:
What defines a
"mistake," anyway?
Minister:
If something isn't right,
does
that make it a mistake?!
Sissel:
I'm out of here.
****
Sissel:
The entrance to the
nearly-deserted park...
Sissel:
The detective who was
ordered by Cabanela to
perform a stake out...
Sissel:
...is
nowhere to be seen.
Maybe he's in the restroom?
Sissel:
I wonder if that
strange
young man followed
him in there...?
****Sissel:
I don't see any
customers hungering
for
chicken tonight.
Sissel:
(I hear singing coming
from the kitchen.)
Chef:
La la la! Tonight, I'm in love!
In love with
you and only you!
Chef:
My darling Miss Chicken!
Let me shower you with gifts
of salt and pepper! La la la!
Sissel:
He's not a bad singer.
(But I guess I'd
better be going.)
****Ray:
Oh, back again?
Sissel:
Yeah, just checking to
see if anything's new.
Ray:
Well, let me see...
Ray:
A moment ago, your corpse
was taken away by the police.
Sissel:
It was? Oh.
Sissel:
(I guess I'll never see
my poor
corpse again...)
Ray:
Nothing is permanent. We
lose everything in the
end...
Sissel:
But there are some things
we can get back.
Right, Ray?
Ray:
I suppose you are right.
****
Sissel:
I don't see any
customers that have a
date
with chicken tonight.
Sissel:
(I hear singing coming
from the kitchen.)
Chef:
La la la! I love you!
I swear it's true!
Chef:
I
truly love you!
By my goose bumps,
I swear! La la la!
Sissel:
He's not a bad singer.
(But I guess I'd
better be going.)