Original subtitles

Thank you, thank you!

Good game.

That girl's just way too good.

She's hit a homer every single time at bat.

That last one looked like it went into outer space.

Where the heck did she come from, coach?

Thanks.

Hey! What's your day job? You a part-timer?

Who cares about Haruko-san?!

Haruko?

It's pathetic that our team, the Martians,

whose batting power was compared to the eruptions of Mt. Olympus,

couldn't get a single run!

The situation was beyond our control.

Because Tasuku-chan went to the US.

It's been like this ever since that factory was built.

You guys just aren't trying hard enough!

Even if we tried, we'd still need talent.

If we only had Tasuku-chan's bat.

The only help we've got is the kid.

We're counting on you, Tasuku-chan's brother!

Knock it out of the park, Tasuku-chan's little brother!

GOOOOO!!!

Strike!!

Dead ball!

Who knows if he's any good?

He's never even swung the bat.

So much for an eruption. This volcano is dead.

Geez. I wish we had a star player like her.

That is unreal, coach!

Tomorrow's game is in the bag.

It's my little secret. My secret weapon.

I knew there was a reason for letting him stay at the house.

Revenge!

That look's definitely you,

that bandaged head of yours.

Who cares if I'm any good at baseball?

You're not being honest with yourself.

Cut it out!

Anyway, nothing can happen until you swing the bat.

I'm back...

Welcome home, Naota-kun.

Dinner will be ready soon.

That huuuurts!

Don't be so rough!

I'm sorry Haruko-san!

What are you doing?

Yeah. Right there.

Your stubble is...

These electric massages really work well.

Something wrong?

You stink. You could at least change out of your uniform.

And your uniform's not sweaty at all.

I'm too tired to even hold a pair of chopsticks.

What are you doing on the other town's team?

Part-time job.

I thought I'd help out with the electric bill.

Here, Haruko-san.

What the heck are you doing?!

You're the one I met first...

Never mind.

Aren't you gonna have dinner?

Look. We have your favorite, genetically spliced fermented soybeans, Naota.

Hey! C'mon, now.

Don't hit it with a bat. Try a baguette instead.

This bakery is your home, right?

Super spicy, huh?

You didn't carry this before, did you?

There's been a lot of new and unnecessary things showing up, lately.

I'm not comfortable with this.

How about you?

Me neither.

After you force yourself to eat it, you get addicted to it.

I hate spicy stuff.

Really?

But it seems like she's rather into you.

Any idea why?

Those eyebrows.

Tight-lipped, I see.

That's a good thing.

Don't tell too many people about her.

You'll probably find out sooner or later

that she's a horrible woman.

Can I have a receipt for this?

Anyway, don't mess around with older women.

They're more problematic than you realize.

Adults are so stupid.

Did you have a fight?

I wouldn't fight with her.

Well, that's very mature of you.

What's that supposed to mean?

You're in a bad mood, Takkun.

Wonder why.

I'm gonna leave my mark again.

Practicing until sunset?

You want me to coach you?

No thanks.

I'd do it especially for you.

Why don't you go fool around with my dad?

Stay out of my life.

Right back at you.

It's no good unless it's your head.

Soon, you'll be able to hit home runs easily.

Yeah, like that. That's your swing.

You have to start by swinging the bat.

Hit it into the sky.

Before hitting the ball, a real batter imagines an arc inside his heart.

Now, make that star your target.

But that star looks kinda shakey.

S harmonic and M harmonic levels have increased to 16.

Still unable to identify progress.

Phase modulation and pulse modulation confirmed.

It's coming from Nobeyama and heading towards the Central Command Center.

Atmospheric approach estimated in minus 2200.

We have it on screen.

It's been 10 hours since impact. We've lost all control.

After it damaged sectors 6 through 11

and all three antennas, including the spare,

it lept onto the central processing sector and made a direct hit on the core unit.

Special satellite Shiosaki is continuing its self-initiated attack.

Commander Amarao?

It doesn't seem to be poisoned.

It's beginning its freefall.

It's Kitsurubami-kun, right? Can you dispose of this?

Yes?

You didn't know?

I don't like spicy things.

Those eyebrows.

So, where's it going to fall?

Where'd she go?

Haruko-san.

Geez, you're a mess.

Haruko-san. Haruko-san.

Come here I'm gonna stick it in!

Why won't it stand up?

But, but... Haruko-san.

It's cuz you're wearing this!

Ow!

I've got it!

Target location confirmed.

I knew it. It's Mabase.

Those eyebrows.

Play ball!

Let's tighten things up!

Let's show 'em, guys!

That must be the Great Emperor of Fear or something like that.

Why are you bringing that up, now?

Maybe it lost its way and it's just floating around.

Hey! Haru-san!

The game's already started.

Are you doing perverted things again?

You're the one who's perverted.

Well then, let's go have some good, clean fun.

You mean Takkun?

He's not the type to swing the bat, ya know?

I don't play baseball.

But it's Canti's first game today.

Canti-sama's?!

I'm gonna go watch!

I wanted to let you know your homers yesterday were no big deal.

And I'm never gonna ask you to coach me again!

I didn't know you were here.

Oops! Gosh, that Haruko-san.

I asked her not to leave any marks.

Cuz I don't want Naota-kun to see them.

Well, Haruko-san and I are already in that kind of relationship.

What kind?

Mouth to...

...mouse?

I met you first, Takkun.

It has to be you.

See? I couldn't get up before, because it was all covered.

But Haruko-san fixed everything, so I can walk now.

Naota-kuuun...

Shut up!

Man, she's brutal!

Twice in a row!

I bet she's doing it on purpose!

A state of emergency has been declared for Mabase.

All citizens please evacuate.

Nandaba, Naota. Sixth grade. Mabase elementary school.

Father: Nandaba, Kamon. Operates a bakery. Forty-seven years old.

Until ten years ago, he worked at a Tokyo publishing house

as an assistant editor of a counter-culture magazine.

One month ago, an unidentified woman going by the name of Haruhara Haruko

takes residence in the same household.

Why didn't you hit him with a baguette instead?

I didn't hit anyone.

I bet it hurt.

I didn't hit anyone.

Have a drink.

I didn't hit anyone.

Here. You like sweet things, right?

Sweet things are better, aren't they?

I just hit the TV and...

You hit...

It was an accident.

I see...

And here I thought your field was hitting vending machines.

My field?

An older woman is a bad idea.

What do you mean, "my field"?

You can't win if you fight your dad over that kind of woman.

Haruko has nothing to do with this.

Haruko.

You call her by her first name.

You must be close.

Why do you care?

She's your batting coach, isn't she?

I hate her.

Do you like her swing?

I told you Haruko has nothing to do with this!

Then why did you hit him?

I didn't. It was the TV!

So, you hit the TV?

It's because I was...

Cuz you were jealous of your dad?

That's it, isn't it?

You were simply caught in a situation.

I'm sure you've heard of the Galaxy Patrol Police

and of the Pirate Lord Atomsk, right?

Make sure you don't tell anyone we talked or what we talked about.

Not even your father.

Well, she is very alluring.

There's nothing you could've done. You're just another victim.

Those eyebrows.

What about eyebrows?

N-nothing.

A state of emergency has been declared for Mabase.

All citizens, please evacuate immediately.

A state of emergency has been declared for Mabase.

Listen to the quaking rumble!

It rumbles with such a great thunder.

Welcome!

The Lord of Terror!

It was worth it to call to him everyday, even after the boom ended.

I guess you prefer your real father, after all.

I was no use to Haruko-san.

She asked to use my head and I gladly agreed,

but I guess I died for awhile.

It's the N.O.

It utilizes the right and left brain's thought processes

to open up an inter-dimensional channel capable of transportation.

Sometimes instantly transporting materials from light-years away.

But the notion that anyone's head can be used

is incorrect.

Well, I guess Haruko-san isn't exactly normal.

What you hit was only a mannequin.

No different from a vending machine.

When it comes down to it, there are very few people who will swing the bat.

Right now, there's a satellite bomb headed towards this city.

Even if we evacuate now, no one will survive.

That's why I want you to go home and tell her

she's got to hit one more out of the park.

Tell her it's a request from a hometown fan.

Yo!

What's up with this mechanical old man?

I'm embarrassed.

Who are you, really?

I'm an illusion of Takkun's youth, the memories from an adolescent heart.

What's that from? Some anime?

Did you know that there's a satellite falling towards the city?

A double header is gonna be tough.

Tell the hometown fan that it's going to be expensive.

Shouldn't we file a complaint?

No.

This satellite bomb was our secret backup plan in case of an emergency.

We can't let the public know.

Isn't she a horrid woman? Raharu...

Raharu?

Haruha Raharu.

She wants to come between our government and Medical Mechanica.

That's why she planned all this.

And she's willing to destroy the whole city to make it happen.

That poor boy.

If that thing falls down here, you think we'll still have school tomorrow?

Isn't that thing heading our way?

This spot will have the least amount of damage.

Here we go!

W-wait!

What is this?

A shampoo hat.

Wow. I didn't know boys felt like this inside.

Don't touch me from behind there!

Don't be so rough!

C'mon hurry up and whip it out.

If I rush, I won't be able to do it.

What's that?

Your bat.

Cool!

But he's only a kid.

Altitude at 20,000 meters! It's entering its final descent.

Purge sequence initiate!

It's entered the lower atmosphere.

Now, if you do it the way I showed you, you'll be fine.

The way you showed...

Huh?

Look! It's coming.

What?

Whaaat?!!

That boy is-?

That kid'll never pull it off.

It's coming! Altitude at 10,000 meters.

Huh? What? But this is impossible!

Haruko? Haruko?!

Hey!

It's spinning.

It's a sinker!

Brother!

Maybe when it counts, he'll be too scared to do anything.

Depending on what he does, it may be sayonara to the good folks of Mabase.

He's being pushed back!

He swung.

Oh no! It's going to explode!

Takkun swung the bat.

By the time I realized it, I had already swung the bat.

My palms still sting.

I wonder if Haruko feels like this all the time.

Confirming Shiosaki's...

It's been confirmed on the PPR tracking radar.

The satellite has passed Mach one and is increasing speed.

It's now passed the second stage.

That brat.

When you watch a John Woo film...

you see how shallow the world is and it makes you relax, right?

Coolness is in full force, even with a strand of nose hair poking out.

It's that kind of manly aestheticism.

Next on "FLCL," episode 5, "Bura Bure."

Only idiots do the cool, dangerous stuff.

That's why they're cool.