"Anchorage, Alaska"
I'm finished.
Mira, can you converse with it?
I'll try it now.
"Escape immediately."
"Thanks, Sergeant"?
It's output from him.
It must be a conversation from when the Arbalest was destroyed.
What's this?
He's... probably confused. I'll try talking to him.
Report the situation?
Good grief. How much trouble does it think we've gone to thus far?
Oh, it's just that it's exactly like its master.
"San Francisco"
"Episode 9 The Fallen Witch"
Nice to meet you. I'm Doctor Witt, a psychiatrist.
I'd like to talk to you.
May I ask you your name?
I hear you were walking alone on the freeway in the middle of the night, barefoot.
Wasn't it cold out there?
Where did you plan to go?
Home? To a friend's place?
Is there something you'd rather not recall?
Oh, you don't need to force yourself.
Just say what you can.
But could you tell me, if you don't mind?
What were you doing there?
I was abandoned.
Abandoned? By whom?
By people I thought were my subordinates.
I was a commander in a top-secret counterterrorist
military organization called Mithril.
The latest model Arm Slaves and an amphibious assault submarine.
We made use of an array of weapons
to successfully carry out numerous difficult operations.
But that's... all in the past.
In the past?
There was a major enemy offensive launched against my base.
Enemy?
An organization called Amalgam. My forces suffered devastating losses,
but we were able to escape the base in the submarine.
But...
Are you all right?
Yes.
Let's see...
You escaped from that Amalgam organization in the submarine?
Yes.
However, supplies were running low, and there are no operational funds.
I couldn't even pay my surviving subordinates their wages.
There was a mutiny aboard the ship.
A mutiny, you say?
Yes. I executed the ringleader...
She says after that, her submarine had a fatal accident.
She escaped by helicopter as the ship sank off the California coast.
Apparently, by the time they reached this city, there were only five people left.
And yet, she still behaved like an arrogant superior.
Her final subordinates apparently reached the end of their patience.
They ultimately gave up on her and dumped her on the street.
It's coherent, for a delusion.
But there's no way.
You're going to be transferred to another facility.
There you'll live with people who have issues similar to yours.
Are you listening?
Doctor.
You think I'm some poor girl who's lost in a delusion, don't you?
No, I...
It's fine if you do.
I was an incompetent commander. All I am now is an empty shell.
Let's get her ready.
Thanks. Is she known to hurt herself or others?
No. Isn't that written right there?
Did she say anything strange?
Like, about Amalgam or Mithril?
Huh?
She did, didn't she?
I-I'm not sure. Well, if you'll excuse me.
Get in the car. Cause any trouble, and you're dead.
You, too, nurse.
Miss Testarossa.
I am Lee Fowler. I serve your brother.
I heard you had no place left to go, so I came to get you.
She's an empty shell. I can't believe this was Mithril's Witch.
How tragic.
Pardon me, Doctor.
Did you tell anyone else about the things she said?
Huh?
I mean Amalgam, or the names of any other unfamiliar organizations.
Did you tell anyone about those?
No, I haven't!
A-And I'll keep it secret from here on, so...!
Let us believe you.
However, there are ways of drawing information out of you,
regardless of your noble resolve.
Using modern medicine, if you get my meaning?
No...! What are you saying?!
It's a shame, Doctor.
Wait! Please, spare me!
Wow, spare me the theatrical buildup.
Just when I thought we finally had a lead, some pompous creep shows up.
Y-You...
Don't you agree, Tessa?
That was impolite, Melissa.
I see, so I was your target.
Yes. Now, throw aside your weapons.
Otherwise, we'll teach you a harsh lesson.
Lesson?
That's enough comedy out of you, girly!
Well done. Right in the center.
If need be, go ahead and fire away!
Sure thing. Uruz 6, roger!
Masterfully done.
Surrender!
We approached this cautiously, too.
But look how far you went!
What tragedy? What empty shell?
You are indeed still Mithril's Witch!
Perhaps you had the wrong idea?
I never once meant to signal to Amalgam that I was surrendering.
So it would seem.
However!
Don't move!
Give up, pretty boy!
Give up? How about you stop joking?
Fall back! Fall back!
I knew it.
Wh-What do you mean?
I mean this.
Uruz 1! Exterminate the enemy!
Roger that, Captain.
Just keep this up...
Lambda Driver, huh?
But we can read those now!
Uruz 1 to Tuatha de Danaan! Send me that delivery!
This is the Tuatha de Danaan. We're launching it now.
The cruise missile is set to inertial guidance.
ETA, 30 seconds.
We'll yield terminal guidance to you, Uruz 1.
Uruz 1, roger!
Code confirmed. Terminal guidance has been handed over.
Activate the warhead.
Roger.
Now, come on!
That didn't work. But...!
Your back's wide open!
Uruz 1 to all units.
I defeated the enemy AS.
Tessa. Ben beat the enemy mech.
Yes, and what of Fowler?
He got away. Sorry.
It's all right. This operation was just a way of saying hello, anyway.
Besides, it was half a failure the moment a civilian got this involved.
Be careful, it might be a trap!
It's all right.
Mr. Fowler?
First, allow me to say bravo.
You wiped out both my men and my AS.
I was utterly defeated.
Oh, really? As you're aware, you're still a free man.
It was a close call.
I meant to restrain you, and have you tell me everything you know.
Even if it meant using measures that would permanently wipe that smirk off your face.
You say dreadful things with that lovely voice.
Do you seriously intend to keep fighting us this way?
You must be well aware of our war potential.
Yes, painfully aware.
Yet you don't lose your fighting spirit.
I would very much love to know the reason.
Mr. Fowler. Since we have this chance, may I be frank?
Feel free.
To put it simply...
...I absolutely hate smart-ass wannabe pieces of shit like you guys!
Now do you understand?!
--Uh... --That's all, mister messenger boy!
Go and tell Leonard Testarossa the same thing!
There's no need to tarry here! Withdraw immediately!
What?
Wow, I mean...
You actually said "pieces of shit."
You've really got some balls, you.
No! I just, uh, lost my temper and...!
This is Uruz 1.
Please hurry. The police and firefighters will be here soon.
Doctor.
Don't kill me!
There's no need to worry.
Their attempt to kill you was a bluff aimed at us.
Bluff?
You're safe now.
I'm sorry, though.
I tricked you, and wound up exposing you to danger.
Goodbye.
"State of Michoacán, Mexico"
I apologize, Master Leonard.
No, it's all right.
Let's leave her be for a while.
As you wish.
Also, I was given a message.
The language is a bit coarse, though...
Go on, tell me.
My, that's quite high-spirited.
Pardon the rudeness.
Oh, but it's good that she has spirit.
Our cook doesn't know what to do.
I'm told you insist on preparing your own food.
I want some fried rice in an omelet.
But the ingredients are different.
Looks like I won't be recreating the flavor I used to make in Japan.
You'll forget it eventually.
Forget? The flavor of omelet rice?
I forgot about the cooking I ate long ago.
And the face of my mother, who made it.
That's heartless.
That's the way time is.
So you're saying eventually, I'll come to love you?
I didn't say that much.
You can never defy destiny.
There's a different kind of salvation that comes from accepting that.
Maybe.
But I'm not about to forget the taste of my mother's cooking.
And you.
Did you really forget?
That's right. I did.
I see.
What are you standing there for? I didn't make any for you.
That's too bad.
Sabina?
Yes, Master Leonard.
We received word from our plant in French intelligence.
It seems he's still alive.
You must mean him.
Yes. Sousuke Sagara.
Finally awake, huh?
"Polynesia"
Drink it slowly. Just a little.
What's the situation...?
Situation?
The situation, huh...
All right, I'll tell you.
Fifty-six days have passed since Nami died.
Today is May 20th.
Where's this...?
A corner of Polynesia on a solitary island.
It's 15,000km away from Namsac.
There weren't many places I could hide you on the brink of death.
So here we are, on the other side of the Earth.
After a long surgery, you nearly died multiple times.
I think you'll have some aftereffects.
The truth is, I smoke.
After your condition stabilized, I went to bury Nami at her old village.
I walked a little ways from the grave and had a smoke.
Then I broke down and cried. About a decade's worth of tears.
I guess I must have been in love with her.
I don't blame you personally. It's common in this line of work.
Well, someday...
Someday, we'll both have to pay the price.
Now, down to business. I want you to answer some questions.
Depends on the content.
It's not like I saved you just out of friendship and goodwill.
The French government likewise wants information on Amalgam.
And if I don't comply, it's torture?
In your emaciated state?
Then all the effort of keeping you alive would go to waste.
What's up?
All right. I'll be right there.
What... happened?
Enemies, it seems.
Stay there and rest.
I smell blood.
"Episode 10 Onward, Onward"
Next time: "Onward, Onward."