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Last night, a boom slug snake was stolen from this zoo.

It's very dangerous.

Father. My grandchild's condition...

I can't wake him

up.

My duty as a father is to protect my family.

When Wataru was on the roof... When he fell...

Where was my father?

Your misfortune saved you. What a terrible fate.

Thank you for taking the job on such short notice.

I am ready. You are getting the new and improved me.

Since I've been working with Barry, I am experiencing a calm like never before.

Never.

Like I'm less reactive to situations. I'm more accepting of people's

shortcomings. I was a little uncertain about coming back to work, but it's like

Barry says. You put peace out in the world, you get peace back.

I think you and your therapist might be forgetting what you do for a living,

little ladybug.

Ladybug? Mm-hmm. Your new operational name.

Ladybug?

Really? You don't like it? You like it? I like it. If you like it, all right.

Oh, I see what you're doing.

Ladybug's supposed to be lucky.

You don't have bad luck.

Really?

My bad luck is biblical.

I'm not even trying to kill people and someone dies. That's an exaggeration. It

is. My last job, the political blackmail photos.

I remember the suicidal bellboy climbed to the roof of his hotel, couldn't take

it anymore.

Seems more like his bad luck than yours.

Hang in there, buddy!

And he didn't die.

Okay? He drove him to the hospital. It's good luck. All in how you frame it.

Sure.

Gotta say, I like it here. I could live here.

I like the atmosphere.

People are considerate.

Except for that guy.

Why is this job paying so well? It's supposed to be Carver's, but he's got

some stomach thing. Carver? No, he doesn't do snatch and grabs.

I'm filling in for Carver? You picked me second to Carver? You said you wanted

simple for your first job back. It doesn't get simpler.

Shit. Shit what? I think I must have lost the cue when that guy bumped into

me. What's the number again?

Five.

What an ego.

Talk about a candidate for self-improvement.

Calling it sick? What is that, high school?

I can hear that personal growth.

I know I'm being judgmental. I need to work on that. But Jesus, what a

douchebag. You have the strangest requests, firecrackers?

I'm industrious.

Please tell me you didn't order the sleeping powder.

Nope. You almost gave that bodyguard in Anchorage a heart attack.

I've worked on the dosage.

Take the gun.

I'm going to assume you didn't take the gun.

Barry says every conflict is an opportunity for peaceful... What was it?

And your handler says some conflicts require a gun. Shit.

Okay,

I'm going.

Well, that's a start.

Hey, this is nice.

Economy.

I'm thinking about starting my own agency. All simple jobs all the time.

That's a terrible business plan. No more sociopaths. No more maniacs. It's

quality people. Barry says it's time for some change.

I think he was right. Barry does not know what you do for a living.

Okay, here we go. The bullet train has 16 cars, ten economy, six first class,

and remember, only one minute stop at every station.

Are you fucking ill? Do you mind?

You're dead.

What is it? Fucking blind or something?

Come on, Nick. Come on, Nick. You don't have to, Nick.

Oh, no. You all right?

Yeah, fucking arse off. Thank you.

What do I do, then?

Something's got a compulsion or something. I have to take it if I see

it. You need to talk to someone.

Serious. A goldfish biscuit. I mean, I don't understand it.

Okay, simple snatching grab. What am I snatching and or grabbing?

A briefcase.

Intel says there's a train sticker on the handle.

Briefcase said owners are not simple.

Mm-hmm, and last update says the owners will be an economy class. Owners,

plural?

Why didn't you tell me to bring that gun?

I did. You chose spiritual enlightenment.

Uh, ticket, please.

Ticket.

Hold on.

No, no, no.

Receipt. Oh.

Shit,

I think I dropped my ticket, too.

Uh, that receipt shows I bought a ticket, though, right?

Monster.

Yep.

Don't worry about it.

I thought they found here.

You found her.

Oh, Lemon.

Tangerine. You're bleeding, mate.

Oh, mate. Shit.

Oh, shit, man. Who the fuck did I kill? Get a wet one on it or something.

Oh, it's not mine, mate. Oh, it's not yours? Yeah, I know. Oh, in that case,

just leave your jacket open, let everyone have a good old look. Yeah, I

want everyone to see my tie. What the fuck is wrong with you? Pull your coat

together so no one else notices, Lemon. I think they'll notice the charger's

code names first, but if we're going to stick with fruit, why not apple or

orange?

So what's in this case?

Are we doing this?

You know what's in the case.

Money. It's always money.

Tangerines are sophisticated.

Oh, now he's calling them fruit sophisticated. Yeah, they cross

-hyperdise with other fruit. They're adaptable.

Like me.

You said six cars an economy? Say, 30 passengers per car?

Guessing two bags per... Yeah,

no fucking way I'm gonna find one brief... Wait. What? Train sticker on

the hand. Yeah?

Holy shitbox.

Because you're sour.

No one likes lemons.

Sparlocks, mate.

Lemonade. Lemon drops. You got a sore throat? Lemon meringue pie.

When was the last time you ate a lemon meringue pie?

Lemon drizzle cake. I'm sorry, are you talking about lemons?

I have the case.

Well, that's great.

Is it? Yes.

What's the catch?

There is no catch. There's always a catch. Get off the train.

I quite like lemons. I just hate code names.

Oh, well, look at this.

Sleeping beauty.

Wakey, wakey.

Eggs and baking.

Where am I?

You're safe now.

Your father sent us.

You read these words from my father?

Oh, easy.

We could deliver you back to your pops in a box.

Technically, we're outside contractors.

I'm tangerine, he's lemon.

Like the fruit?

You ever watch Thomas the Tank Engine? Here we go.

You watch something nowadays, what is it, huh?

Nothingness. Twists, violence, drama, no message.

What's the point, huh?

What are we supposed to learn?

Everything I learned about people, I learned from Thomas.

Oh, you had to bring your sticker book, did you? I always bring my stickers with

me, you know that. Take Tangerine here.

He's a Gordon.

This blue one. And Gordon is the strongest, the most important, but he

doesn't always listen to others.

What's that now? I mean, some people are Redwoods, wise, kind. Some are Henrys,

hard-working, strong.

Some people are Diesels.

Fuck me.

Those are trouble.

You, though.

You know, you seem like a Percy.

Young, sweet.

Not all that.

You finished, both of you.

Yeah. Right, your daddy hired us to get you out of trouble. You got yourself

into it, didn't you, naughty boy? Why did Tangerine know? Oh, it's

sophisticated, mate. Oh, fucking hell. It's not important, is it? What is

important are the 17 dead bodies we left getting you back from the triad that

kidnapped you with the plans to ransom you to your extremely psychotic, fucked

-up father. Actually, it's 16.

What's that now?

Sixteen kills, mate. No, it was seventeen.

Sixteen. Seven, you're starting to get on my fucking tits. Sixteen. I'll smash

my fucking head through a brick wall. Maybe that'll help your memory. The fuck

is wrong with you, man? It was seventeen, goddammit. I wanna fucking

strangle you. Do you mind if we do this right now?

Don't worry about it, man.

I'm forever blowing bubbles.

One.

Pretty bubbles in here. Two and three.

Five guys playing poker.

Keep

moving!

Big guy. Yeah, big guy.

He's on time today!

Sam.

Three assholes with swords.

Fucking get it.

Why do you always bring swords?

Fucking try it. I mean, you would, wouldn't you?

Son of a bitch.

Yeah.

Quite a lot of swords, actually.

Looks like it's time for a jaffa cake.

How about a wagon wheel? Oh, that works.

14, 15.

And the prick on the motorcycle.

So, 16.

You forgot the poor innocent civilian on the street. Fuck you.

Hey, buddy.

Hey, buddy. You okay?

Shit.

That wasn't our fault.

That wasn't our fault? No.

Well, what did Thomas the Tank Engine say, Lemon? That's really mean.

I say I take responsibility, mate.

You don't sound like that.

I've got to put a little distance between me and the owners.

Are you nervous? Yeah, I'm nervous.

You sound nervous. Because I am, in fact, nervous.

Listen, I'm just going to get off at the next... Oh, let's have a seat then, huh?

Do you know what they call your papushka? Of course I fucking do. The

what, death?

Not exactly a fruit?

No. There you go.

There's this story, stop me if you've heard it, where this woman found herself

in the unfortunate position of owing your father a tidy sum of money.

Now, the issue was, it took her some time to acquire this money.

But she did pay it back five minutes late, didn't she?

Yeah, what'd he do? Cut the rum off.

Fucking hell.

Yeah. So she owed him a finger for every minute.

Anyway,

he's not a monster. He didn't make her sit through it five times. He just cut

once, didn't he?

This is too easy.

You're overthinking it. You're underthinking it. It's not a word. Yes,

it is. Really? I think it is. Did you Google it? Doesn't matter.

What would Barry say?

Barry would say a negative outlook leads to a negative outcome.

Wow. How much do you pay him again?

Our job is to keep you safe and to recover the briefcase with the ransom

money inside.

And I plan on completing my job and keeping... Lemon?

Where's the briefcase?

Oh, it's not safe.

The case, Lemon.

Go get me the fucking case.

You're a liability, you know.

To my father.

He doesn't need a reason to kill people like you. He needs a reason not to.

Does he have one?

That's fucking confusing.

Hello? Do you have white dead son?

What, you mean this dickhead with the silly face tattoos? Yeah, he sat right

here. And the briefcase?

Yes, of course I've got the case.

You will put the board at Kyoto Station.

Then your business with him will be concluded.

It was just it.

Well, it's not anymore.

We need to find the person who took that case.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe my luck is starting to return.

Me. But you are Yuichi Kimura.

And you came here to kill me.

My parents call me Melinke Prince.

That means little prince.

Obviously they wanted a boy.

You're going to want to hear the whole story.

Or you'll be very, very sorry.

Hi.

Yes, you can see the boy now.

Good. If you don't hear from me every ten minutes, or if I don't answer this

phone when you call, I want you to go in there and kill...

I'm sorry, what's your boy's name again?

Wataru. Right.

Right. Kill Wataru.

Aren't we glad we waited?

We got his son. That was our job. Our job was to come back with his son and

his $10 million.

Three words describe our situation right now. Do you know what they are?

Sure do.

Saved his son.

And he's more important than money, right? Do you honestly not know who the

white death is? Yeah, I know the white death. You just told me five minutes

ago. I don't even bother forwarding you the briefings.

I do not know.

The Japanese underworld used to be ruled by a man named Minagishi.

Now, Minagishi was one brutal bastard.

But he was old school, you know.

Tradition and loyalty was all that mattered to him.

When you were in, you were in. You were like family. He'd treat you like you

were one of his own.

Then out of the blue comes this six-foot-fucking-six-keeter from Russia.

Whispers that he was exiled from the Russian mafia, that he was ex-KGB.

No one really knows the truth.

What is known is if Russian worked his way up the ranks, bit by bit,

kill by kill.

And very, very fucking quickly became one of Minagishi's closest advisors.

And those loyal to him said, hold your horses.

This geezer ain't a full ticket.

He ain't to be trusted.

He's dangerous, they said.

A modern plague, they said.

A white death.

So sure enough, they were right.

He made his own alliance.

His own gang.

And what'd he do?

Stabbed him in the back.

I mean, metaphorically, he blew his fucking brains out, didn't he?

He wiped the name Minagishi off the face of the earth and one single night made

an empire worthy of the white death.

So, let me put this bluntly.

There's this soulless psychotic leader with the largest criminal organization

on the planet shoved right inside our fucking ass cheeks.

That motherfucker's definitely a diesel in, isn't he?

If you mention Thomas Tanker to him one more time, I'm going to shoot you in the

fucking face. Okay, okay.

If he's such a badass, how come he hired two random operators instead of getting

his son back himself? As if you actually read the briefings, you'd know that he

had a wife.

Well, he had a wife. Yes, she was the most important fucking thing in his

life, and she died of a drunk driving accident or some shit.

And now he's at the compound. He ain't left since.

An unnamed locomotive might say there's a lesson to be learned. Listen, and he

didn't hire two random operators, Lemon. No, he asked for the best. He asked for

the two responsible for the Bolivia job.

He asked for pros who wouldn't

fuck up.

Three words, Lemon. We are fucked.

People think that I'm just some young girl.

Someone's future wife or future mother.

But I'm not in someone else's story.

You're all in mine.

The fuck does that have to do with me?

You work for the most feared boss in the city. The White Death.

Oh, deny it all you want, but you work for someone who works for someone else,

et cetera, et cetera, and it all falls under the same person.

You delivered a briefcase two days ago to one of the White Death's associates,

and I saw my opportunity.

Follow the case and find the White Death.

Don't know what you think that can do for you. Oh, that is my favorite part of

the story.

You're going to kill him for me.

You'll see.

Oh, look at that.

We are right on schedule.

Sit back, relax a little bit. You're all so tense.

We

rescued

his fucking soul, huh?

We found the fucker who took the briefcase.

Make things right, be like it never happened.

You still got that vest on, yo? Oh, no. Vests give you a false sense of

security. I might not get shot in the neck.

Yeah, it also stops you from getting shot in the chest, but I guess you

missed that episode of Thomas, did you?

I really must have, because that sounds dark as shit.

Not up a shot-up, bro.

What? So?

Slight change, please.

First

his

wife, now his son.

That's a lot of white deaths.

With so much pain

Once again

Turn off the lights And sing

with me That's how I forget I give up

Now I go without knowing without loving to

see you

The blood...

and the taste of being by your side

is like the sea

flowing inside and

will never sing the pain of being who I am

You don't see, asshole?

Son of a bitch, who did this?

You stabbed me?

You ruined my life. I don't even know you.

I came here for revenge.

The assassin who killed El Saguaro killed my wife.

Take your time out here.

Talk this out. I will never stop coming for you. What?

Run as far as you like.

I will find you.

Why? I will ruin your life the way you ruined mine.

Let this be a lesson in the toxicity of anger.

Who are

you?

All right, mate, draw these.

Huh? They're Mamamon glasses. The fuck is a Mamamon?

Comes on after Thomas every birthday. Oh, shit!

We're gonna make sure he doesn't step a foot off this train. You see the case,

deal with whoever has it.

I don't know, why don't you tell him about the story about how Gordon met

Percy and how Percy's now bleeding from his fucking eye sockets.

He means kill him.

Fuck. Damn it.

Excuse me?

You are fucking excused.

Konichiwa.

Joburg. Sorry, buddy.

Kill her!

Kill her!

Shitballs. That wasn't a minute.

I missed my stop.

Why? Because God hates me. No, she doesn't. Do you still have the case?

Yeah, I stashed it. Get off at the next stop. It's not so easy when you say it.

Does the name El Cigarillo mean anything to you?

El Ciguaro, the cartel boss? Yeah, why does that sound so familiar? He was in

the wedding you infiltrated in Mexico.

Tequila? You were the cocktail server.

Chrome, I... Do I recognize that guy? I'm really good with faces.

Wait, what guy?

Sorry. Be right back. The guy who stabbed me. I spilled wine on his suit.

He's dead now. You killed the wolf? It was an accident.

I'm really gonna have to process my part in the incident. I'm munted. Shit.

Fuck! No.

Shit, fuck, what?

Remember those two wackos from the Bolivia job? Killed all those people?

The twins?

Yeah, not so sure they're twins.

Stop it. Everyone knows they're twins.

Well, one of them is walking towards me right now.

I think I saw the other one on the platform.

Well, now we know who the owners of the case are. That's exactly what I'm

talking about. We have to have a hard discussion of the caliber of people

surrounding ourselves. Where are we whispering?

Hello. The White Death would like to know why you stepped off the train. Give

me some fresh air.

Your orders were to stay on the train.

I didn't realize I was getting a babysitter to come cut my bollocks.

I'm a professional. We're making sure the case and his son are perfectly safe.

Can I please go do my job now?

Oh, very kind of you. Thank you very much.

Fuck me!

Jesus Christ!

Very rude, talking on the phone, on the train, in Japan.

This rude enough for you, you fucking brute!

Shove that fucking hat up your fucking arsehole, you hear me?

Fuck this job.

The news have gone up, Ray. Fuck off!

I beg your pardon, sorry, I...

I wasn't aware there was a young lady present.

Apologise.

Yeah, you didn't happen to see someone come by here with a silver briefcase,

did you?

It's a little train sticker by the handle.

Actually, yeah, a man with black framed glasses had it. He went that way.

Thank you, love.

Fucking bastard.

Come on.

There's a gun under this. Shh, bro.

This is the quiet car.

Can't use your small inside voice in here, son.

There's a gun underneath this table. Point it right at you. I can't really

hear what you're saying. There's a gun.

Shh.

I'm just fucking with you, mate.

It's been a long time since Johannesburg.

Yeah.

Who the fuck are you?

Really?

You don't remember me?

You look like every white homeless man I've ever seen.

Okay.

Well, I have something I believe you're looking for. Really? You don't remember

me? I'm sorry, man. I remember Johannesburg, but I don't remember you,

all right? You shot me.

I shoot a lot of people. You shot me twice.

Ow!

Well, you also have a shootable face.

I know your black framed glasses.

The cheeky fucker who took our briefcase.

Yes. Yes, I am.

You know, I've done a lot of personal work since Joburg.

I've forgiven.

I've moved on. I've learned that with any potential conflict, there's an

opportunity for growth, a path to a peaceful outcome.

Interesting. Who is that?

I have no idea.

How did you know that was there?

Didn't I mention?

I've always been lucky.

It was then that I took a long, hard look into the mirror.

And you know what?

Buddy, I didn't like what I saw.

Nope. Nada.

Until I did.

You know?

Between us now sits a wall.

But it's an illusion.

For within every wall awaits a window.

Awaits a door.

Real quick, um, every day is a fucking headache with you, innit?

Right.

You and your partner. I'm Lemony's tangerine.

Okay, Lemony. Like the fruit?

Blessings.

What's your plan, eh?

Here's the plan. I give you back your case. You don't kill me. You give your

case to an employer. He doesn't kill you.

You're alive.

I'm alive.

Everyone's happy.

Win-win, don't you think? How do you know whoever hired you won't kill you

for failing your job?

Lose-lose, no happy.

Man, I just want to get off this train and go see a zen garden and some shit,

you know?

I'd like to accept your offer. Great.

But then you went and killed someone, didn't you?

How did you know? It wasn't exactly so. It was an accident.

Tragic. Bizarre, even.

Cool story, bro, but I think you had your own plans of getting out of here

with that case.

No, no. Depending on the body on us, hoping the white death is so busy

cutting off our arms instead of cutting off our fingers.

It's like Thomas the Tank Engine always says, simple is better.

The kid show?

Yeah, it's the fucking kid show.

I learned everything about people from Thomas.

Everything. Really? That's how I can read people like you so well, and you

are a diesel.

I am not a diesel. You're the diesel-est diesel that I've ever seen in my life,

man. Because diesels bluff.

They go too far. Man, I'm trying to get diesels out of my life, you know?

If there was a gun under this table, yeah?

I'd be as dead as that kid over there.

Huh?

Come on, Joe Berg.

Shot number three.

No, no, no.

I ain't got the time or the patience, let alone the interest.

Fucking hell.

Are you following me?

Stop!

Asshole.

diesel you're a diesel

There's another body here. Of course there is.

Not my fault. I believe it's the son of the White Death. Did the twins ID you?

Did you hear what I said? White Death. Death. Death.

This guy's gonna grab my ass.

There's someone else doing a job on this train.

The twins. We know that. Again, not twins.

Loonies, but not twins.

They're here for the kid, but somebody killed the kid.

The guy with the knife.

The wolf.

He said he came here for revenge. He just happened to run into me because, of

course he did.

Now, get this.

The kid was poisoned in the same way as El Saguaro was at the wedding.

It's El Saguaro.

The same killer? Yeah.

I'm like MacGyver.

What are you doing?

What's wrong?

Fuck this, man.

Fuck carbon.

Oh my god. For a minute there.

Jesus Christ, you've had a bit of a bosh, pal.

All right, five stations to Kyoto.

Better get tickety-boo.

Would you describe me as someone who lives in perpetual anxiety?

No, no. Ah, fucknuts.

And if it wasn't clear, I made a guess.

To conductor, I don't have a ticket. Not sure that's your biggest concern. You

don't understand, this guy's like Chris fucking Angel. He pops up everywhere.

He slows me down tantrum, he catches me up. I am dead.

Dead. Dead.

Hold on.

Hey, bro.

Wanna make an easy 200 bucks?

Is this like a... like a sex thing?

Nope.

Oh, I was kidding.

Yeah, what's up? What do you need, bro?

All right, game's up, big boy.

Where's the case?

Tell me, and I promise I'll only shoot you when I... Whoa, whoa.

Is this the sex stuff?

What?

I do love an accent.

Picture it.

Picture what?

Well, the man.

Watching your son.

I wonder how he'll do it.

Maybe a pillow to the face.

Maybe something clever.

Like an air bubble in the ivy.

No, no, you hold on to it.

The innocent young girl act doesn't really get you very far if you're

holding a loaded gun.

I was just on speaker.

Be honest.

We're not finished.

You're going to sit here and you're going to go through every combination

until you open up that case.

Kid, that could take... No, no, it won't.

I'd start with the low numbers.

Just a thought.

Yeah.

There he is. He got by me.

Yeah, yeah, me too.

I guess our best option now is bring the white bear for the man who killed his

son. Yeah, but glasses didn't do it. I couldn't give a rat's arse. Look, I'm

telling you, I read him. He's not the type, mate.

Look, I tell you what, do you like your arms?

You know I like my arms. Then someone's got to take the blame, don't they?

That's you or me?

Shit, that asshole stole my phone.

And my gun, Lucille, is my favorite gun, son of a bitch. Fuck about.

Right, what? Step off the train at the next stop with the briefcase in the

sand. Well, hang on a minute. Didn't we say Kyoto?

You will still depart at Kyoto. The White Death wants to make sure you're

being honest about the situation.

Boy, this is a complete waste of art.

All right, all right. We just have to prove we have a case we don't have, and

a live son instead of a dead one.

What are you thinking?

The old Pratchett and Judy?

You were all told to exit the train. Yeah.

Well, unlike you, I'm a professional. I want to make sure it weren't some Yakuza

trap, but clearly not. It's some fucking 80s dance-off, isn't it?

Where's your twin, Tangerine? I'm Tangerine.

Lemon's keeping the case safe.

And the White Death's son?

Yeah, he's there.

Wave to your fucking fans, Princess.

He's a fucking happy chappy, isn't he?

But I've got to pop on the train, you know, ten seconds left, so ta-ra.

We'll stick to the plan, depart in Kyoto.

Do us a favor, get the fuck off my back will ya?

I mean, that couldn't have gone better.

Yeah, let's hope they buy it. We need to find that glasses twat, like, right to

the fuck now.

I'm gonna go up, you go down, double back when you're done. If you see him,

fucking deal with him, yeah?

Yeah.

Up is... That way.

Towards Tokyo. Right. The bottom train's always moving down. And look, be

careful.

Something else is going on here.

Yeah? Yeah, I still feel like there's a diesel lurking around.

I swear to God, what'd I say?

What did I say?

I said I'll fucking shoot you. Shoot me in the face. That's right.

Thomas Steele taught me how to see people, read them for real.

Yeah. And I'm never wrong, am I?

No. Glasses. He's not our guy.

Okay.

Shoot first.

Come up with the answers later.

Lemon? Yeah, man.

You be careful, too.

I mean, when this train's a-rockin', don't come a-knockin', right?

Ah, seven more minutes.

And I offed his train.

Are you hiding in a bathroom?

Yeah. Have you tried these smart toilets? They're a pleasure to the

senses. If I had one in the chamber, I would rock this bad boy right now.

Boundaries. We need boundaries.

Look at that.

I knew my luck would rub off on you.

Fuck.

What

the

fuck are you doing?

I'm doing the same thing that I did to the gun in your hand.

I'm just making things interesting.

I'm hedging my bets, you could say.

Fuck. If the gun doesn't kill him, the case will.

This thing could have blown up in my hand at any point.

No, no.

It's a net unless you fire it.

But don't fire it, you know what I mean?

Unlike what I put in this briefcase here, this is very... Well, this is not

a net at all. This is...

Did you know that there have been 31 attempts on the White Death's life from

within his own organisation?

Each one he executed with their own weapon.

Do you see what I'm getting at here?

Kimura, I brought you here to fail.

You pushed my son off a roof. Right. Bring me to this train.

Frame me as an assassin.

Here to kill the White Death and use my gun.

Occupied!

Remember that mob surgeon that died mid-heart operation?

Yeah, you had a stroke, right? No, that was the official cover. He was poisoned.

The assassin goes by the name of the Hornet.

He used boomslang snake venom. It congeals the blood, making you bleed out

of every orifice.

If the antidote isn't administered within 30 seconds, you're dead.

Fun fact, the same poison that was used on El Cigarro.

It's El Ciguarro. What is the Hornet doing on this train?

Well... Whatever deal was made, it wasn't done through the normal channels.

Something else going on here.

Still occupied, lady.

The wolf must have figured out who the hornet is. Came here for revenge for his

wife, his boss.

Came here to whack the hornet. Oh, my God. Did you just say whack?

I did. I'm bringing it back. No, it needs to stay where it was.

If I can figure out who the hornet is, I can give him to the lemon and tanserine

so they don't whack me.

Really? You see what I did there? You're really proud of yourself, aren't you?

Jeez, they're usually so polite here. Lady, I'm so... Oh.

That's cool.

Ah!

Bastard!

Come here, you dirty fucking star!

I know who killed the kid. I couldn't give a rat's arse. Where's my fucking

case?

Oh, no, thank you. We're okay.

Oh, I would love a bottle of water.

You know what? Do you have anything sparkling with bubbles?

That's the one.

Thank you.

Oh, yeah.

Bro, I just remembered I gave all my money to that guy to wear my hat and

glasses.

How much for the bottle of water, love?

No, you're welcome. Yeah.

1,000 yen. That's 10 quid for that bottle of water, mate.

Sure

you

want to talk this out?

Not particularly, no.

Okay.

I know killed the kid.

Yeah, where the fuck is he then?

He's on this train. Well, that narrows it down then, doesn't it?

You gonna get that?

No!

You probably oughta get that.

It could be important.

No! Okay, maybe it's important.

Fuck it, I'm coming.

Yeah,

what you want? The White Death says to get off at next stop, holding the

briefcase or he will kill everyone on that train. Okay, yeah, I can make it,

but Lemony's a little tied up right now.

Both of you this time with the case or everyone dies Fucking

paranoid this lot.

I don't own a case on your dear. No Yeah,

I don't think I've reached them in time anyway, you still got his phone Java

gone on yeah It's all right well

games up mate For what it's worth, you seem like a right fucking arsehole, and

I'm glad you're gonna fucking die with me.

That sucks.

Just curious.

They even know what lemon looks like.

Wow.

You two do look like twins, huh?

Yeah, okay.

We got the case. Now what?

You still take the train to Kyoto Station?

Mm-hmm. Yep.

Okay, we can do that. Wonderful.

Hey!

Have you opened the case? Nah, course not. Do you know what? I never asked for

the combination.

You know what I mean? Keep it safe that way.

Yeah.

So no one gets greedy.

I

know,

I know. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I had this bad luck thing and... Oh, is that what you call it?

Sorry, what was that? Why did you even bother trying? I was trying to sell it.

Well, I don't think they were in the market for fucking dildos and pantyhose.

Ah, but they were buying it. They were... I had them.

You proved you are smarter than everyone. You've won, kid.

Please.

Please, kid.

What do you want? Just leave my son alone.

Your son?

Do you know how easy it was to get him to follow me up onto that roof?

Didn't think it would take you three hours to even realize your son was

missing. You're a terrible father, and your son is going to pay for all the

mistakes that you've made.

You don't know anything.

You are just some spoiled girl who breaks their toys when Mummy

says she has to pick up.

Sorry, pardon me, I don't mean to interrupt what's going on here, but you

wouldn't happen to have seen a tiny white prick with a pair of glasses come

through here, have you?

Oh, no.

What about the silver case with a train sticker by the handle? You seen that?

It's not...

Ringing. Uncle Kimura, have you seen the silver briefcase with the train?

Did you say train sticker by the handle?

Yeah, on the handle there, train sticker. No, I haven't seen anything

like that. I think I'd remember.

Uncle Kimura.

Yeah. You're right. Are you okay?

That's... Oh, yeah. Never shave on a bullet train, you know what they say.

Couldn't hurt to ask, you know. I'm just going to keep... Yeah, no, it's all

right. Pardon me, Uncle Kimura. You guys take care.

Just one thing, though.

Most people, most people assume suitcase, you know, because it's a train

overnight and all.

But you, you said briefcase.

I never said briefcase.

I think I found my diesel.

You know what's waiting for us in Kyoto?

Mm-hmm.

We should just get off this train now.

If you think I'm stepping off this train without Lemon or the case, you must be

mistaken. Okay, well, the case is in the first class lounge. It's behind the bar.

It's in the trash can.

It's yours.

Me? I'm getting off. I'm gonna go find a temple and re-evaluate my choices or

something. Ooh, that sounds very lovely, but here's the deal.

I still need a fall guy.

Still need a fall guy.

No, I understand.

I get it.

It's a bit of a conundrum, really, because, you know, I'm thinking, do I

hand him back in one piece, or do I chop you up into little pieces and stuff you

inside a fucking moment or not?

That's what's going through my head right now.

Hmm.

Or... Oh, what, you've got a better idea, do you?

You know, before us now, it was just a wall, but it's an illusion, man, it's a

construct. You know, because within that wall sits a window, a window of

opportunity.

Damn it, it's a door.

Within that wall is a door.

I'm finding it very hard to follow the story. My point is, that door is

closing.

Now, the only question is, which one is the diesel?

Which one is the duck?

The duck?

It's a kid's show.

Thomas the train engine. Close.

Thomas the tank engine.

Please, mister.

that he's going to hold me for ransom.

I'm sorry. I get captivated by white girl tears.

Bravo. Common sense tells me that this old shaky geezer here is the one in

charge, but I'm really good at reading people, and something tells me you are

just not fucking right.

So, let's see here.

I mean, I can't shoot you both.

Then I'll get no answers.

You know what?

How about this? I'm sure you'll love this. We're going to play a little game.

If you want to play a game, put both your hands up. Perfect. I knew you would

like this. You're going to close your eyes, and I'm going to count to three.

And whichever one of you is in charge, you're going to raise your hand. And

whichever one isn't, you point at the one who is. Now, if you both raise your

hands or you both point at each other, I know you're both liars and the truth

ain't in you, and then I'll fucking shoot you both. Ready? You said you

couldn't kill us both. You get no answers.

I did say that, didn't I? Yes.

Sometimes you gotta shoot first and come up with answers later.

One.

Well, if I don't answer this phone, you call.

Two. Three.

Am I dreaming?

I have a wire in my bag and I think that we use it to lock the door from the

outside.

It was so scary.

He said that if I didn't do what he said or if I yelled or anything that he would

do awful, awful things to me. Then why didn't you use this then?

Yeah, he kidnapped you and gave you his gun. No, no, no. Easy.

No, please.

I don't know how to use a gun. I don't know. Please. Fuck me. You are

fucking... You are really... You sure you didn't study?

I mean, you're not even afraid of your lips quivering?

That's a tear. That is really authentic, mate.

You're the diesels.

I can't kill you.

Please, I'm just a kid. Please. How did you do that? It's really unbelievable.

Please, please.

You...

You are.

I can't tell.

You stay right there.

Don't you. Don't fucking say anything.

Everyone loves lemons.

I'm glad you enjoyed the performance.

How did you do it?

I'm not sure.

Just lucky, I guess.

Tell Tangerina. Tell Tangerina.

Tangerina.

He's gone.

Tangerina's gone.

Hello?

Uh,

looks like Yuichi lost his phone on the bullet train. You can pick it up at

Kyoto Station, though.

Is this Find My Phone app?

Oh, surprisingly accurate.

Mr. Wolf, so you came to kill a hornet.

Fuck,

that thing is hot.

You stole my snake, bitch.

That was no... We should really call the authorities, because some of you...

Hey,

bitch.

One little prick from this, you know what happens.

Yes. Your blood congeals, clogging your veins. You bleed and you... I said yes!

I'm taking that case.

I was promised my money.

By who?

Don't know. It was all a lie.

They said my money was in the case.

Someone paid you to have the kid killed with his own ransom?

Wow, that's dark.

That is dark.

Stop.

The hornet stings, bitch.

Lady, you can have the case. Oh, but you've seen my face, bitch.

30 seconds before the venom does its thing.

You bitch.

Oh, shit, man. Do you have a backup?

What do you think, bitch?

Shit, man.

You don't have another one? You gotta be better prepared.

I'm mansplaining. I'm mansplaining again. I'm sorry.

Can I get you something?

You don't seem like a religious person.

Water? Would you like some water?

No?

You want a blanket?

You want me to hold your hand?

Karma is a bitch.

I'm forever blowing bubbles

Pretty bubbles in the

air They fly so high

Nearly reach the sky

Talk to me.

It's my bad luck. It's bad luck on acid. I gotta get off this train.

Do you have the case?

Yes.

Are you lying on the ground in the fetal position?

I'm not on the ground.

You need to get up. How do you always know what I'm doing? Because I know you.

I could journal. I should journal.

Ladybug. Ladybug.

Breathe.

Deep breaths. We're almost there. You just need to get up.

Oh, it's out of the bag now, isn't it?

You were responsible for keeping my son safe, for keeping my money safe.

You know, I don't know a thing or two about being a parent, but you know what

I would do?

Being that it's your son and your money, I'd stop crying about your dead wife,

get off your fucking lazy ass, come here and finish the job yourself.

But as we're having a bit of a heart-to-heart, I've got a couple of

things to tell you.

Your son's a complete bellend and a fucking deserves to be bleeding out of

his eye sockets. And as for your case, I haven't seen it since Tokyo. And I hope

someone's fucking found it, put it all on red, and having a fucking wonderful

time. I will meet you at Kyoto Station.

Oh, how wonderful. I can't fucking wait.

I want to look into your eyes when I kill you and your brother.

My brother.

West Ham 1, Chelsea 0.

Morning rush hours rolling in quite nicely.

What's your plan, mate? You gonna fucking waltz up here and blow my brains

out in front of a whole fucking carriage of witnesses?

There is no one left on the train.

I know.

I bought every ticket until the end.

You!

I know you.

You're that girl, aren't you?

Oh, my God.

Yeah, I never forget her face, mate.

I'm so happy to see you. Please help me.

Um, there's this man, and he was holding me hostage.

He was wearing glasses, and he killed my uncle.

And he also killed this other man who, I don't know, he just kept talking about,

uh, uh, Thomas the Train's and... Thank you, Angie.

Right, exactly.

But he killed both of them and then he said he was going to get away with some

sort of money. I don't know.

I'm sorry, darling. I beg your pardon. I don't know who the fuck you are.

I just said girl I was supposed to get off at Nagoya and then this man... That

was fucking ages ago. I know, but this man, he just said that I could be a good

backup plan and that a pretty girl makes a good hostage.

Yeah, well, he ain't wrong there, but look, keep your fucking knickers on, all

right? Please, help me. All right, all right, calm down.

Get off or do what the fuck you like. You're free to go. Yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah. It's alright. Go on, take it. I don't know what you're doing here

anyway.

Huh.

Are you okay?

Diesel.

The absolute fucking worst.

Little shit-stirrer.

See... Lemon... God rest his soul...

was a don.

And he could read people, seeing who they really are.

He was right.

There's been a diesel running up and down this train, causing all sorts of

fucking havoc.

And it was you the whole fucking time, you DIRTY LITTLE DIESEL!

You made Lemon bleed.

And Lemon never bleeds.

Help me! Please help me! Please!

He said that he's going to kill you and blame everything on you.

He also said that there's someone waiting for us at Kyoto Station.

Someone scary.

Who would hurt me.

No one's gonna hurt you.

It's okay.

We're getting off this train.

We make the next stop.

We'll be fine.

Kid,

kid, come on.

I can't. My body can't get stuck. Leave it.

Let's go. We gotta go. We gotta go.

No, I can't. Right now, young lady.

No. It's our last chance. No, no, no. Please come back.

Kid, please.

I'm scared. I don't want to be alone.

Please.

I got it.

It's not your fault, kid. It's my luck, not yours.

You got your whole life ahead of you. Make sure you get it.

Do something that brings you peace, because everything else is a pain in the

ass.

And if you run into a guy named Carver, he's a dick.

You can tell him I said so.

Um... I, uh... I... I took this. I didn't want to leave it.

The man had it, and I thought you could probably use it to kill whoever's

waiting for us at the end of the line.

You're not going to let me get hurt. Be honest.

Be honest.

Really?

Right.

Okay, fella.

You're creeping me out. So, if you don't mind, could you just find another seat,

like, way, way, way down there?

And that way...

I won't have to tell you twice.

No.

You won't.

Let's just move.

Let me grab your back.

Was that a snake?

Would you know where my son is?

After everything.

You are the person who pushed my grandson off

the department store roof.

Why? Your son.

He was going to help me cure the White Death at Kyoto Station.

And that was the only way to get him on this train.

The White Death.

That's right.

But he couldn't even do that.

So he's dead.

Just a few calls back.

They are both dead.

My grandson was pushed off a roof.

What makes you think I would leave him unprotected?

My grandson is safe.

And my son is not dead.

Listen, old man.

The only thing you know about an old man, young lady,

is that he has survived much more and much worse than you.

I'll fucking kill him myself.

Are you alright?

Not bad.

You're not gonna believe this coincidence, but I already got a dose of

antivenom in me today, so... Good.

Probably.

The girl.

Her intentions with you were not honorable.

Yeah. A blind man could see you are the one in the dark.

About a blind man, she was pretty convincing.

What did you do to... I do not need to do anything.

Fate. will do what it wills.

Why... Why do you laugh at fate?

Man, fate for me is just another word for bad luck.

And that... That follows me around like...

I don't know, something witty.

My handler calls me Ladybug.

She's witty.

Ladybug? Yeah.

This is very lucky indeed.

No, she's being ironic.

Never mind. I'm going to tell you a story now.

No, I'm good. It's short.

Really, I'm fine.

No. It's very quick.

No, no.

It's a good story for you, I think.

I'm cool.

Here we go.

A long time ago.

I made a promise to myself that I would provide for my family no matter what

it cost.

I had risen to a highly coveted position within a Minagishi crime family.

A man raised up to take my place.

A man from the north.

I asked Minagishi not to trust this man.

Minagishi told me I had lost my appetite.

He was not wrong, but neither was I.

I returned home and found nothing except ash and blood.

The white death had taken everything from me.

Do you know what they call a ladybug in Japan?

As a boy...

I was told there is a spot on his back for each of the seven sorrows of the

world.

You see, Tentoumushi is not lucky.

It holds all the bad luck so that others may live in peace.

I don't want to hold the seven sorrows.

Everything that's ever happened to you has led you here.

Fate.

That's a shit deal?

At Kyoto Station, the White Death will arrive on this train.

I will finally be allowed to make things right.

My son is a few cars up. If you could escort him off this train... Yeah,

I don't see the White Death letting any of us off this train.

You let me worry about the White Death.

Okay. Mr. Ladybug.

Your briefcase.

Thank you.

It seemed like a decent guy.

You sold to me.

Mm, me too.

Twice.

Still, he had enough sand in his mouth.

Wow.

Oh.

Oh.

Mon ho.

Where the fuck is my brother?

Eve.

promise anyway, right?

Fellas, we need to come up with a plan.

You killed my brother.

You killed my brother. You piece of shit. You fucking shot me. I'll shoot

you in the fucking throat next time. And your fucking partner, Keira Knightley,

I'll shoot you in the fucking throat next time.

Fellas, when we are so quick to anger, we are slow to understand. Well, I'm

fast to kick your ass, though. I swear to God.

You! I should have put a bullet through your fucking ass! When you point a

finger at someone in blame, there are four fingers pointing back at you.

Three.

That's weird. Fuck off! You don't know what I do!

Gentlemen!

Get off me!

A plum does not resent the hungry man, but the farmer who planted the tree.

He resents the... Resents the farmer. So how do plums have fucking resentments

now? So how can you resent?

The white death is a farmer.

So we're the plums. We're the plums?

It don't make sense. Why are you motherfuckers using metaphors? Look, he

shot my fucking brother. You shot my son.

We prepare together or we die alone.

That's all I was trying to say.

The White Death waits for you.

With his army of assassins, killers from all countries.

But he has no idea.

My son and I are on this train.

If it wills, I will get my revenge.

I'll head to the back and stop as many as I can.

I'll go to the driver car and get us the fuck out of here.

What are you gonna do, Joe Bird?

I'm gonna buy you some time.

Deutsche.

Not yet.

Hey, fellas, I'm looking for Mr.

Death. Got his case here.

Hey, easy.

Hurt people hurt people.

I came to see you.

And to make you finally see me.

Do it.

I came here to kill you.

like you did all the others who tried the same.

Do it.

Fucking do it!

We found the American!

What about the others?

They're all dead.

Good news is I have your case.

Hey, good news.

Good news.

Hurry.

Move. Let's go.

All right, Tommy.

It's time for you to shut up.

No share of things in Japanese.

There's no episode in Japanese. What the f... Get

on the ground!

That was you, right?

Yes, very astute.

I brought you on this train hoping you'd kill each other. Okay. Well, um... If...

if I could.

Why? Why do you do what you do?

You know I've been asking that very question.

If it's so safe, why didn't he just open it? What if it's a bomb and it blows up

in our faces?

You think these stupid masks are gonna protect us?

My wife was taken from me.

I heard. I'm so sorry for your loss. It's a horrible accident.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

No.

Nothing in life is an accident.

It was an assassination attempt on me, but fate.

Fate put two wet work operatives, twins, on a job in

Bolivia, butchering my entire crew, and I had

to go deal with it.

And he didn't hire two random operators, Lemon. No, he asked for the two

responsible for the Bolivia job. That is why!

It was my wife in the car that night.

Not me.

Fate put my wife in the hospital. A piece of her rib

piercing her heart.

Only the most skilled cardiovascular surgeon could save her life.

But two nights earlier, the surgeon was poisoned.

Fate. Fate again.

They said my money was in the case!

I don't want to sound judgmental, but if you hired the Hornet, you had your own

kid killed?

Oh, yes.

Okay. Oh, yes, I did. The piece of shit.

That night, I told her not to leave.

To wait for me.

But she promised.

It was the last time we would ever bail him out of trouble.

I will come. I will always come for you.

Well, I suppose she was right.

If I had amputated that weakness out of my life years ago, she

would still be by my side.

Yeah, it helps to process this. I have a good therapist. I love my wife very

much.

She taught me a valuable lesson.

If you do not control your fate, it will control you.

So I took control.

I brought them all here to die.

But now there is only one left.

Mr. Carver.

Excuse me?

Out the land for Carver? Calling in sick?

Fuck Carver. The man who murdered my wife.

Bro. Just open it. Fine. You happy?

I'm not Carver!

Oh shit, okay.

Oh shit, something's happening.

Excuse me.

Hey,

children, you do the best you can to raise them right.

Cockroach, I do not know why you are here, but move out of my way, or you

will join your wife.

Our paths were distant to return to each other.

Okay.

Wait. Fucking slow down, mate.

Come on.

Hey, so far so good.

You can stop the train. Uh, about that.

I took the velocity of the train and divided it by the mass and I realized

that I don't know how to fucking drive a bullet train.

Dude, all you do is talk about trains. Man, Thomas is a metaphor for life, not

how to actually drive. Get down!

Shit!

I've got this!

Stop the train!

What?!

English, English, English,

English, English.

Sorry I shot you!

Actually it was like twice.

Sorry?

You shot me twice!

Sorry I shot you twice!

Thanks man!

That shows real growth!

You are not ruled by strength.

You are ruled by fear.

Fear of the one thing deep down you cannot control.

Fear of fate.

Do it.

Hey, they're not sorry about Tangerine.

What bubble milk tea about wagon wheel

oh she oh

About your wife I had nothing to do with that.

It's a mistake.

I'm not Carver

I only do snatching grab jobs.

Carver! I want the Carver! I want the Carver! No, he had a stomach thing, man.

I'm just filling in.

You're filling in. For what it's worth, Carver is a dick.

The most cunning assassin.

Maybe the laziest, but...

Come on.

Just let it go, bro.

Do not call me bro!

Okay.

Dude,

did you see that?

What was that?

Dude.

What?

Hey, about this plum.

Shouldn't the plum give up all resentment?

Oh, my God.

It's my luck that delivered.

My father's corpse at my feet.

The narcissism on this chick.

Untreatable. No, I am... Okay, wait, wait, wait.

What? What is with this fucked up family?

You need some suggested reading, if I may.

Surviving borderline personality disorder.

What? Highly recommend it. No, I...

Is that karma?

Farewell, Tentou Mushi.

Tangerine.

Whoa.

Maria? Take the gun. Oh, my God. Did you just say what? We're almost there. You

just need to get up.

Did you come to rescue me?

Did you need rescuing?

You came to rescue me.

See, don't make me regret it.

Okay, don't. Don't.

What's happening to your face?

Are you crying?

It's a lot to process.

I want you to know you were the greatest, most wonderful handler that I

could ever have. Ever.

Ever.

do you think maybe there was a little head trauma maybe a little bit yeah a

little lightheaded yeah need a banana task might be good have one in the car

hey next time take the gun don't listen to barry okay simple

stop it shh stop you know i think you're right

about one thing usually am come on maybe it is Just about how we frame it. Like,

maybe there's no bad luck or good luck. Maybe we're all just agents of fate.

Ooh, nice car. Yes, it is.

Try not to bleed on it.

Well?

How do you know it's a bad thing?

Huh?

Really? See what I'm doing?

I do. Turning that upside down. I do.

This is working.

Yeah.

Ooh, a sobbing piece.

Fate obviously didn't want me to have that banana.

Fate did not want us to get in that car.

Well, maybe you've learned something after all.

Fate needs me to find a smart toilet.

I take that back.

can you hold it i'm ballpointing walk faster okay yeah that's why i'm telling

you i just want to celebrate yeah yeah another day of living yeah i just want

to celebrate another day of life had my hand on a dollar bill

and the dollar bill blew away but the sun is shining down on me

Come on!

Oh, fuck me.

Fuck me.

Come on, let's fucking... Fuck you!

Fucking stop!

Andrew? Fuck you.

I just want to sell up.

What's up