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MAN: Listen to me, you spineless scumbags and immoral bastards.

There is a line between good and evil in this world.

And that line is me.

For I...

I am...

♪♪

After a long trial, the mercenary Radek

has finally been convicted.

The International court has now sentenced him

to five consecutive life sentences.

And now, to the local news.

We spoke to Mr. Erola, CEO of VALA Corp.

This is a great day for the Finnish economy.

When this law comes into effect,

Finnish economy will skyrocket.

Unemployment keeps growing.

The city of Mikkeli doesn't lose faith!

The EU commission has granted a special license

for NH25 vaccine delivery to developing countries.

Mr. Eroia, what does this mean to the VALA corporation?

Years of development with universities

and our own research institutes finally bear some fruit.

REPORTER: But both Mikkeli and Varkaus

don't support the distribution of the vaccine?

Why Mikkeli and Varkaus won't agree to cooperate with VALA

is a complete mystery to me.

So, who is paying so that pharmaceutical companies

can legally test their products on all those innocent children?

Who says that?

This will bring export revenues to Finland

for the next ten years.

REPORTER: There are no reliable findings for the NH25 vaccine's

possible adverse effects.

The European Union hasn't granted trading licenses

for the vaccine in any of its member countries.

Niina Heikkinen, from Mikkeli.

This world would be a better place

without investigative journalists.

That's the freedom of speech, Dad.

No one has asked you anything!

And when you're working for me, I'm not your dad, I'm your boss!

Roger that.

(coughing up phlegm)

Fucking gross!

Use that.

Were we that difficult as kids?

Can't remember. But if we were, they beat us up.

Look how we turned out.

This is a weird company,

not listening to its employees at all.

Respect must be earned.

And the sooner you learn it,

the better the chances for you to stay alive.

Roger that.

(sniffling)

And return that cloth clean.

(engine turning over)

Happy Father's Day!

Here comes your favorite breakfast.

Thank you.

(sighing)

Good morning. What have I done to deserve this?

Well, look what we have here...

For you.

(laughing) A biker jacket.

And, am I correct that the bike is waiting downstairs?

- There won't be a bike. - Well, of course not.

So, Enni, does daddy look good sitting on a bus with this?

Real good.

So, what does our hero want to do today?

Oh, I can choose, can I...?

Yes, because you always take care of us.

Well, it is my job.

You want to take the whole family to the amusement park!

- The amusement park? - Yeah.

Oh! I think we can make that happen!

- I love you. - I love you, too.

Yuck.

Yuck yourself. Get over here. I got you now, you goose...

(laughing)

FATHER: Get over here,

I'm gonna tickle you to death...

(screaming)

♪♪

(groaning)

- (punches landing) - (screaming)

Alright, Kurikka.

Where is the money?

I don't know.

Where is the money?

I really don't know.

(panting)

Kurikka, Kurikka.

Now tell me, where is the money?

You know me. I wouldn't do such a thing.

(whimpering)

Please, please, no more.

(whimpering)

Two million...

changes...

a man...

quite...

a bit.

(cellphone bleeps)

Where is the money?!

(gunshots)

(groaning)

Let's go take care of the cargo.

Come on, everyone's in there. Now smile.

You two! Take care of Kurikka, now.

You mean... take care of Kurikka?

Isn't that what I just said?

Oh yeah, yeah.

(car door closing)

(engine turning over)

♪♪

For fuck's sakes.

She was just around the corner.

She heard something.

God dammit. You were supposed to bring pizza, not pussy!

(guns cocking)

Hey, let me go.

Hey, it's six for the price of one. Six.

(yelping)

Damn, do I need to warm you up a bit?

MAN: Hello. Six of today's special.

Yeah, blue cheese.

Alright.

(ringtone playing)

Yeah?

Is the cargo unloaded and packed now?

Yeah... sort of.

Sort of?! What's the problem?

(circuit breakers shutting down)

(alarm ringing)

What now?

Our lights turned off.

Goddammit, now it's getting really fucking weird.

Now you'll give me a clear answer.

What the hell is going on there,

you fucking Muppets?!

It's the goddamn fuse.

Repe, go fix it!

ROTIKKA: Goddamn guys, if you have fucked something up there,

I'll rip your eyes out of your ass, I promise!

(alarm continues ringing)

(alarm continues ringing)

(electricity crackling)

(electricity sparking)

What the hell is it now?

Fucking Muppets!

That goddamn moron.

I'm sure everything would be okay.

Repe?

Repe?

(electricity sparking)

There's someone here!

(guns cocking)

(metallic clattering)

Who's there?

Who's there?! (muffled shouting)

Where the hell are those guys?

(thudding)

♪♪

(liquid splashing)

(flames whooshing)

WOMAN: Hey!

Hey!

(flames crackling)

That's not enough.

They need to be afraid of you.

Are you gonna help, or are you just gonna stare?

(brakes squealing)

What the fuck was that?

Whore!

♪♪

What the fuck?

What the fuck is Rendel?

Maybe the letters are in the wrong order?

MAN: Hey, I've got your pizzas here...

- (gunshots) - (gasping)

(car doors closing)

There's a small mess inside, go clean it up.

Are there more people to take to the hospital?

The hospital?

Yeah, the same place we took Kurikka.

You goddamn apes.

I told you to put him six feet under!

I told you so!

But didn't you say, "take care of him"?

So, should we get him out of the hospital?

Get your asses inside.

First he gives crappy orders,

then he fucking acts like that.

WOMAN: Mr. Kurikka.

Mr. Kurikka.

Open wide.

Good boy.

MAN: Mr. Kurikka.

Unfortunately, I have to give you a no for an answer.

We here in Trust Kapital

have gone through this proposition of yours.

And we have come to the result...

...that your predictions are simply too unrealistic.

Unrealistic? What's the problem here?

The vaccine's profit calculations are good.

Maybe even too good.

Some could say they're... overly optimistic.

Unrealistic.

Listen, I'm gonna level with you.

The questionable publicity of the vaccine doesn't really help.

Yeah.

I guess I'll have to talk to someone else higher-up.

Yes.

Of course, as financial director of this firm,

decisions of this scale come directly to me.

You know as well as I, that's not how it works.

Excuse me?

Yeah. There is always someone higher-up. In every decision.

Even here.

Well, I'm afraid to tell you, that opinion is mine,

and that of the bank's.

Alright, then.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Have a nice day.

♪♪

I understand.

Oh, and this Rämö is, after all, a financial director.

Okay. Well, I do know what to do with such people.

I thought as much. Yeah.

(cell phone buzzing and chiming)

Hello?

But I haven't done anything wrong.

How will I support my family?

You're a competent guy.

I'm sure you'll find something.

♪♪

So, have you heard from the harbor?

Yeah.

They weren't interested.

And there really aren't any other jobs

available at the Trust?

No.

- WOMAN: Did you talk to Timo? - I didn't, and I won't.

What about the loan?

They didn't grant it. I wouldn't either.

Well, hey.

Horsey broke.

No way. Come here, let's take a look.

Oh boy...

Listen. This looks like something

that Daddy might just be able to fix.

If Mommy could read a bedtime story for you?

Well? Could you?

What if Daddy read the bedtime story?

It's not like he has anything else to do.

Well, he has to fix my horsey now.

How 'bout we do this,

Daddy reads the bedtime story and then Daddy fixes the horsey?

- ENNI: Okay. - Let's go.

She was shrouded in the night, moved like a shadow...

and like a silent wind,

she brought a spark of hope with her.

Daddy?

Is it true? Do bad people really exist?

No.

This is just a fairy tale.

It's true, there's some bad stuff in the world

from time to time.

But still, bad people don't really exist out there.

(gun cocking)

(door opening)

Kurikka?

Kurikka?

Damn!

(shouting)

And where might the patient from this room be?

Mr. Kurikka left the hospital just a moment ago.

Without legs?

Shut up!

(gunshots)

(exhales)

♪♪

Was the vaccine from VALA in those boxes?

How should I know?

But let me tell you, that I'm worth much more than 200.

I was almost gang raped and killed.

How much?

700.

I'll give you five.

- Plus the 200? - Yeah.

Good, since I'd probably be dead if that guy hadn't shown up.

What guy?

A masked man, he was wearing all black.

He beat them all up.

You mean one guy?

I guess. Hard to say, since it was dark and all.

Well, did he say anything?

WOMAN: No.

He barely threw me the keys

so I could get the hell out of there.

So, he saved you?

WOMAN: I guess.

But it was still enough trouble

that it's worth the extra five hundred.

Are you sure that's all?

Did you see or hear anything else?

No. Except the hitting and the punching.

Oh, yeah. I did hear in the yard,

that there's a big cargo shipment

leaving from some VALA loading platform this week.

Some important shipment.

What shipment? Vaccine?

I don't know. I can't listen to something they don't say.

♪♪

Listen very carefully. We have clearance for the next phase.

It is time to move 221.

This is vital.

If any of these files gets in the wrong hands,

it could jeopardize our whole operation.

Don't worry.

Just take care of it, Mr. Eroia.

(beeping)

(coughing)

So, you took care of it, then.

I feel sorry for the bed.

(chuckling)

Well?

Someone's stealing from us and killing our people.

And when I find out who, I'll take care of it.

Take care of it, like you did with Kurikka?

- I just need more time. - More time?

How many years more?

(sighing)

I got this watch from my father, when I was around thirty.

Old man was proud or the way

I handled that hit in the marketplace.

(chuckling)

My father had got it from his father,

who had got it from his.

This has been passed on in our family for a long time.

And it has always been passed on to the son,

if the son has proved to be worthy of it.

I just fear that you are never going to be worthy enough.

I'll handle this.

What about 221?

Let's move it to the other depot at night.

Let's go for a smoke.

(thudding)

Hey, you hear that?

♪♪

(footsteps approaching)

(gunshots)

(groaning)

(crowbar scraping on ground)

(squishing thud)

(chuckling)

(explosion)

(camera shutter clicking)

Do you have two wieners in it?

Of course.

Hey, dickface! Why do I have one wiener and he's got two?

- Goddamn. - (cellphone bleeps)

We're going. Right now.

What is it?

Someone's found 221.

(car revving)

What the fuck?

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fucking fuck! Fuck's sake!

(bottle shattering)

(explosion)

♪♪

(camera shutter clicking)

Tell me, how many knew of 221?

Not many.

We have a problem.

Someone's a snitch.

Who the fuck does something like this?

We'll find out soon.

Goddammit. If he's snitched about this one car,

then he's told about the other one, too.

It's time to end this bullshit.

- (car doors closing) - (engine turning over)

Whiskey.

- Fill it up? - Yup, I'm here, aren't I?

Umm, hey, excuse me. Can you make it neat, please?

I don't want it watered down.

Well, look who it is. I'm buying.

- I'll have the same. - Sure.

Day drinking?

Yeah. I got a bit longer of a vacation.

Mm-hmm.

(glasses clinking)

You still interested in numbers?

Yeah. Why's that?

Well, I have a need for a guy who can add things together.

With numbers I mean.

And I pay well.

Here's my card, if you're interested.

Keep the change.

Alright, you monkeys, listen up.

The contents of the cargo don't belong to you.

Even one broken seal or missing crate and that's it.

You don't talk about your personal life,

not your friends, not your hobbies, not your women.

As long as you're working for us, all you talk about

is the work you're doing.

What a fucking homo.

You don't touch these vaccines.

This shit isn't meant for a white man.

So to be clear, not one syringe goes missing.

MAN: Okay then, that was such a rousing speech.

Next up, you can all go towards the factory, over there.

Except you, Rämö. You'll stay here.

Come with me.

I've arranged a bit cleaner inside work for you.

Alright. So, this is the perfect job for you.

You can start here.

Take receipts and bonds to the safe.

Okay.

Everything else to the shredder. (makes shuffling noise)

What is that?

Don't touch it. It's tarnite. They use it to make the vaccine.

It's really nasty stuff. There's way too much of it here.

What the hell, is it contagious somehow?

Well, if you get it on you, it won't come off.

What, like nothing would get it off?

You can't get it off at all.

It integrates to your cells, or something.

I don't know, something like that.

Okay.

But what I do know is that when that stuff dries up,

it's harder than stone.

- (sniffs) - Mm-hmm.

Yeah, alright.

Hey, Kurikka. Thanks for this.

Bullshit. Thanks to you.

Before you came along, I used to run this all by myself.

Curious. What did you tell your family?

Ah, that I work as a sorter in the junkyard over there.

Good. Keeping the low profile is the most important thing.

- Alright, good luck. - Yeah.

(sighing) Okay.

♪♪

Well? Are we going?

Or if you want, we can skip this.

Go back home, spend time with the family,

pour a whiskey, have a sauna.

Doesn't that sound nice?

I'm sure it'll take care of itself.

(wood clattering)

Who the fuck are you?

(lights switching on)

(gunshots)

Well? Did we get him?

MAN (over radio): Not sure.

(gunshots continue)

♪♪

- Let's go. - Hang on.

(wood breaking)

(gunshots in distance)

It had to be some sort of special military sign

because he did it with two fingers.

Fuck, two fingers?

This sucks so much fuckin' ass.

Well, I think it's kind of fun. Quite cool actually.

Oh, man. You got to be fucking kidding me.

Look it, we got guns and shit.

No more cleaning up dead bodies. We're squad leaders now.

Fuck that shit. We're just moving targets.

That's kinda cool, too.

- (gunshot) - (groaning)

- Did you hear that? - Yeah.

- Sh-- should we bail? - Fuck yeah.

(stammering) Don't kill us.

We haven't done anything wrong.

Yeah, we haven't. We're just following the boss's orders.

And he doesn't live anywhere.

He just drives around in that fuckin' American car of his,

so no one can even find him.

- What a tricky asshole. - No, no, no!

He even eats in different places, and bars,

and sleeps in weird places, too.

- And at the club. - Yeah at the club.

- He's there a lot. - Fucknuts.

(lighter flicking repeatedly)

(lighter clattering)

(exhaling)

Let's go.

Stop stepping on my feet...

Who's there?

Oh, boss!

(chuckling) Hey boss! Oh boy, we're glad to see you.

He left us alive.

(gunshots)

♪♪

And you really thought you could handle this by yourself?

Well, I installed a security...

Rotikka!

That's a fitting name for you.

Arrogant beetle that rolls around in shit.

I sure could have had a better use for the sperm that made you.

I got a picture of him...

EROLA: A picture!? I need a body, not a portrait.

You have to do everything yourself, these days.

Radek.

What?

Radek.

You're right.

We'll get you some help.

All you need to do is give the scent to the dogs,

and then step aside.

Do you understand?

- I understand. - EROLA: Good.

(telephone ringing)

Yes?

Radek.

♪♪

Radek.

Wake up!

(chains rattling)

- Phone. - GUARD: Silence!

(screaming)

(snapping)

Phone!

Okay.

Understood.

- (steaks sizzling) - (cellphone ringing)

Mike.

Hey.

Yeah.

Hey, you little prick!

I'll be there.

I asked well done, this is medium.

- (sizzling) - (waiter screaming)

(beeping)

You need to be on the next flight to Mikkeli.

ASAP.

I'll be there.

(gun cocking)

See you in Finland.

(cellphone ringtone playing)

Jimmy. I can't talk right now, I'm giving flying lessons.

But I've got a job for you.

Oh, okay.

- I'll be there. - (phone chirping)

Lesson one, you need wings.

(screaming)

- (wet thud) - Do svidanya.

(passionate moaning)

(cellphone vibrating)

Stacy.

Sorry I haven't called in a while.

(sighing) Hey, stranger.

Okay. I'll be there.

Who was that?

Don't worry. It wasn't your wife.

(muffled gunshot)

(sighing)

♪♪

No.

ENNI: Daddy.

Daddy.

Daddy.

Enni.

You were supposed to read me a bedtime story.

Oh-- I'll be there in a sec.

Actually, why don't you come here?

Look. Guess what I've fixed for you?

But it used to be white.

Yeah, but now it won't ever break again.

Besides, you can paint it white if you want to.

No, it's fine like this.

- You sure? - Yeah.

Black is a good color.

It's the color of the hero, just like in the book.

Okay.

Good.

Take it and go ahead.

- I'll be there in a minute. - Okay.

RÄMÕ: She moved like a shadow, and like a silent wind

she brought a spark of hope in her wake.

The evil forces of the village

had finally got themselves a challenger.

The police authority thanks you.

(cellphone bleeps)

Now get the fuck out of here.

♪♪

EMCEE: Alright,

it's time to bring tonight's first singer to the stage.

Spank is singing the evergreen classic

"Stairway To Helsinki" from PMMP.

Here you go, good luck.

♪♪

(indistinct talking)

What's that!?

Radek.

Say what!?

- (gunshot) - (groaning)

(microphone feedback)

Radek.

(car doors closing)

(engine turning over)

♪♪

Reikki.

What's the situation?

All clear.

Here they come.

(engine rumbling)

Look at that.

(car doors closing)

Hi, nice to meet you.

So...

We have a...

A... problem?

Shut up.

We have a problem.

A masked man.

He's killing my men.

He calls himself... Rendel.

He vanishes into the shadows,

and...

He just dances around the bullets.

We just can't find him.

I love to dance.

Time to earn your fucking paychecks!

♪♪

That went well.

Yes.

Now we're talking.

(laughing)

Tell me, do you have fuzzy dice?

I have fuzzy dice in my pants.

PARTY GIRL: Are those shoe boxes?

Shut up.

WOMAN: They've earned it.

(cheering and laughing)

They're tricking you.

(laughing) C'mon, let's go.

Now get to the car.

The bottle. Don't forget the bottle.

(engine rumbling)

Don't be stupid.

♪♪

(engine rumbling)

(radio switching frequencies)

The fucking radio died.

Fix it.

Do I look like a guy who fixes radios?

Surprise me.

You know...

Behind every great man is a woman who wants to trick him.

And I have such a weakness for leather.

(groaning)

(gunshots)

Black leather is so last season.

(gunshots)

(gunshot)

(gun cocking)

(gunshots)

Shit.

- (laughing) - (glasses clinking)

Hey, you little gimp cunt.

Time to slice you a new asshole.

Hey! Don't turn your back on me!

(metal clattering)

(metal clattering)

Shit.

(explosion)

Kill that bastard!

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

(grunting)

That was fun.

But this...

is going to hurt.

♪♪

(grunting)

(bones cracking)

- Yes! - (laughing)

Proshchay.

(yelling)

(metallic clunking)

(gunshots)

Stacy...

You... little... bitch.

Bugger.

♪♪

You're just another notch on my arm.

(choking)

(gunshots)

You go that way.

Here's one more!

Useless Russian.

There's still one missing.

(clattering)

That fucking cocksucker stole my favorite belt.

I think I saw it on Stacy's neck.

- Over there. - Great.

♪♪

(train rumbling)

Well?

What do you want?

Did you come for this?

(grunting)

Oh, Rämö...

No! No!

(whimpering)

- Hey! Hey! - No!

Let them go!

Was there something unclear about our employment contract?

No. Nothing unclear. She's just a child.

She hasn't done anything.

That's right.

How about her?

You're gonna feel this.

(gunshot)

Mommy!

- Anette! Anette, Anette! - Mommy!

Shut up!

RÄMÕ: Anette, Anette!

This is your fault!

(gunshot)

♪♪

(music box winding)

♪♪

(squishing thud)

(gunshot)

(train rumbling)

The city of Mikkeli doesn't lose faith!

(gasping)

(groaning)

(coughing)

WOMAN: You're pathetic.

How in the world did you ever think that you could do this?

(blowtorch roaring)

- (sizzling) - (muffled screaming)

(grunting)

(screaming)

♪♪

(scraping)

MAN: Masked man?

I don't care about your excuses.

You didn't deliver what you promised.

It was a very complicated situa...

MAN: Do you understand?

I'm sorry, my son has arrived.

MAN: Fuck you and your son!

(computer bleeps)

He sent you his regards.

I came to tell you that things got fucked up good this time.

Ah, so I heard.

You know...

Myself, I've done a lot of bad things in my life.

But all of it had to be done.

That is, if you wanted to stay alive.

That sort of thing changes a man.

Defines who you truly are.

But you.

You're one dickless, brainless, spineless

and useless fucking asshole without any morals or honor.

The only way you get any respect is the name Erola!

My name!

You are the greatest mistake I've made.

And I think that your mother would agree,

had she survived giving birth to you, that is.

(gun cocking)

(sobbing)

Goddamn.

You dickless piece of shit.

Oh, dear Pekka.

I, too, have been a part of all sorts of crap.

And it was quite fun, for as long as it lasted.

But this really takes the cake.

You really are one piece of shit.

I mean, dear fucking God.

Try to hang in there.

♪♪

Well, that went well.

Daddy's girl.

You're leaning on my car. Get the fuck off.

What?

Now get your ass the fuck away from there!

Hey, relax now.

(groaning)

Dammit. Wh-- what the fuck are you doing?

- (groaning) - (thudding)

(gunshot)

Get to the car.

Pass me the radio, please.

Turn it on.

(radio bleeps)

Rotikka here.

Get your asses to the factory, now.

- Everyone! - (radio bleeps)

(engine turning over)

(labored breathing)

♪♪

(thunder rumbling)

(rain falling)

MAN: I couldn't get anything outside Finland.

My contacts end here.

But I managed to gather some interesting stuff.

And lots of it.

I'll make sure the right people get this.

(thudding)

There's the two million.

As a thank you.

Or, well... almost two.

(clearing throat)

I promise you I'll wheel myself as far from this city as I can.

From this country.

I'll set up a nice little bordello somewhere.

Or a kennel.

And you should stay far away from that factory.

I still have VALA's radio frequencies.

According to radio communications,

Rotikka has gathered all his firepower there.

They're waiting for you to drop by.

What the hell is that slackjaw waiting for!

(camera shutter clicking)

You know the meaning of rendel?

I mean the word.

No.

It's Hungarian. It means order.

You mean like, things are in the right positions?

No. The other order.

Oh, like you get what you have ordered?

Work it out, Sherlock.

(camera shutter clicking)

(whimpering)

Hey!

Look at what I found.

And what have we here?

You're that reporter.

Goddamn.

(groaning)

Don't you realize that journalism is dead?

Come here.

(panting)

You see,

I have this pain.

And no matter what I do, it gets worse.

Tie her to the forklift.

Jarno.

Your father is using you.

♪♪

No, he's not. That's the only thing he won't do.

Tie that pussy up tightly.

(chain rattling)

Now we'll go for a little joyride.

(engine turning over)

(engine revving)

Fuck it!

Why won't these things work, goddammit!

Fuck!

What the hell are you looking at?

Does the reporter need eyes? Do you? Really? That's too bad.

- (drill whirring) - (screaming)

- (laughing) - (drill continues whirring)

(screaming continues)

What the fuck?

- Hall 6 won't answer. - What?!

Hall 6 won't answer.

(gasping and whimpering)

Everyone get to hall 6, now!

Move, move, move it!

Move it!

♪♪

(thudding)

- (chain rattling) - (choking)

(thudding)

(chain rattling)

(muffled gunshot)

(thudding)

(phone beeps)

Someone, come in.

(radio static)

ROTIKKA: Come in!

Fucking come in--

Fucking fuck.

You got any news for me?

He's here. Kill him.

Finally.

Round two.

(chain rattling)

You do realize this is a trap.

Hey!

I found my belt! Around Stacy's neck.

That your bitch?

Fair is fair.

- (metallic thunk) - (chain rattling)

I'll be wanting that axe back.

♪♪

You left me hangin' there.

Without a goodbye kiss.

And I'm a man who likes closure.

Cracking open that fucking skull of yours--

(crashing)

Well, come on!

(metallic scraping)

Aah! You cocksucker!

Goddammit! Fucking kill him!

(cracking)

Hit him!

(cracking)

Go on, kill him!

So, you think you're a fucking superhero?

(groaning)

Fuck.

Goddamn.

♪♪

(metal scraping)

How in the world did you ever think that you could do this?

(panting)

♪♪

Rip his fucking head off!

Kill him now!

(squishing thud)

(thudding)

(engine turning over)

(engine revving)

(engine revving)

MAN: So there's no way to get those files back?

I'm afraid so.

MAN: You know how this goes.

My son takes operative charge after me.

MAN: VALA organization will do great things in Finland.

We're making the world a better place.

(clicks tongue) Yes.

MAN: Hopefully your son is more capable.

It's a pity it had to come to this.

Yes.

(tablet bleeps)

(door opening)

♪♪

(gunshot)

(soft groaning)

(car door opening)

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

I'll kill you!

(shouting)

(exhaling) Now stay there.

(panting)

(gun cocking)

- (squishing) - (groaning)

This is who I am.

(engine rumbling)

(engine revving)

RENDEL: There is a line between good and evil in this world.

I will not fall back, give up, or quit.

For I am...

♪♪

Really? With NH25? That's new.

So... Mr. Erola's son is dead, too?

Well... I expected no less.

We're moving into phase 2.

And I will take care of that Rendel...

...myself.

♪♪

Translation by: Ari Karhunen