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Mayday! Mayday! May--

Army?

"Top secret and urgent."

This way. Major.

Even if the helicopter crash was deliberate...

the terrain would have made theft difficult.

My men could've done it without leaving footprints.

Together, the containers should weigh a ton and a half.

I've read the dossier.

Well, uhm, but...

We picked up the pilots two kilometers to the north.

They've been taken into custody and injected with sodium pentothal.

It seems to have been engine trouble.

Inform the men.

Major, over here.

Call the specialist.

What was inside?

I hear that a certain country's robot weapons...

have six limbs.

Let's take a little walk over there. Don't talk. Act normally.

These are...

M-66 antipersonnel automated soldiers.

The M-66 is supposedly the perfect robot!

Why didn't they hide the containers? Why didn't they erase their footprints?

We'll be the judge of that, just tell us the facts.

The M-66s are in the middle of a mission.

A selected individual has been targeted.

They were on their way to be tested, and then this happens.

They should not have been programmed with a target in the first place.

That's to our benefit, actually. Without a programmed target...

the M-66s would have buried themselves deep underground.

If that'd happened, we would've had to demolish all structures...

in the area and do a thorough evacuation...

within their mobility radius to find them.

— Who are the M-66s after? — Who knows?

We've finished.

Tell everyone to stay away from the containers and the footprints.

You and Rico check it out.

What's the mobility of an M-66?

Since they're not carrying coolant and counting on the cool-down periods...

I'd have to say the mobility is roughly equal to a light truck.

Roger, evacuate all cabinet members, diplomats and any other VIPs...

from Central City and the surrounding forest.

Use the police if you have to.

You're going after a story on the military? You're nuts!

— Then stay behind. — Here? Whoa!

Hey! Hey!

Hey, Sybel, you've separated from your husband again?

Don't worry. I won't propose to you, even by mistake.

Do you like being married to your work?

It's a damn sight better than some boring guy.

A wrecked military craft.

The armor is composed of 20,000 rifle darts.

Even if we caught them, what could we do?

They self-destruct and shoot those damned darts everywhere.

Rico, go with Professor Slade and bring the man...

who's responsible for all this to the Trunkline Road.

Use the high-speed craft.

We'll set a trap there.

Bad scene, Sybel! Really bad!

I don't want to trade my life for a scoop!

I want out! I've got nothing to do with this!

Fine, get out. But you're gonna have to use your own two feet to go sell the film.

If you're lucky, you might make tonight's news.

That's easy for you to say! You haven't got a family!

A guy who sleeps in my car hoping for a scoop...

hasn't got a right to say "family!"

The military is gonna fight some violent, armored thing on the road.

We'll never have a better chance!

This is what's known as a "hot scoop!"

Matthew! Professor Matthew, there's trouble with M-66!

Come right away! It's an emergency!

Ferris, go call your grandpa, and hurry!

Tell him there's trouble in his area!

Sheesh!

Uh, Military Engineering Division--

Oh, it's Professor Matthew's granddaughter.

One of those stupid soldier things broke the house again.

I'd like it repaired today, if you don't mind.

Grandfather.

Grandfather.

Another failure! Why? Why can't it hold the force back?

At this rate, they could put up a force field barrier.

Grandfather, the military is calling you.

Again? It's probably nothing, as usual.

They keep interrupting my research.

Even though they're paying for this house and for your experiments?

I don't recall having sold my soul.

Oh, yeah. I'm going into town with some friends, so take your key with you.

The whole system has to be rebuilt.

As it is, it can't be beaten.

We've got a problem.

You're not the only one. I've found a flaw in the system itself.

That's great.

What are you saying? You idiot!

Ow! Ow!

Huh? Oh, it's just the sound of an aircraft.

I thought it was a wood spirit's flute.

What's the matter?

What the--

What on earth could have done this to a bear?

Even its claws are broken.

Major.

The target should be located within the designated area.

— How are the troops? — Tense.

They feel like they're about to make contact with a UFO.

Have they been equipped with what I've asked for?

Yes, but the men aren't used to--

No matter, just have them continue.

Have you placed any men in the woods?

— No, sir. Sir? — Major!

Three o'clock, five minutes, zero degrees.

Robots aren't that stupid.

It might be a trap. Use ten men.

If it's the M-66s, don't engage them. Wait it out.

Yes, sir!

What's the situation?

The group back at the accident site has reported finding...

a dead bear and the bodies of two or three hikers in the valley.

It seems to be the work of the M-66s.

Judging from the hikers' estimated time of death...

the M-66s should be here by now.

Then get outside. Vehicles are dangerous.

Yes, sir!

Why? Why did you load the prototype target memory into the M-66?

That-That had--

I wonder if it's like a cruise missile or something. What's gonna happen here?

I wonder if my wife would worry if I disappeared.

Hey, Sybel, is it safe here?

It is if you shut up and keep an eye out.

I can't get a good picture with you twitching like that.

A freelance reporter.

What in the heck are you doing dropping it in the first place?

Very well, detain them.

That's why I told you to keep quiet!

I thought I told you the program was just for test purposes.

Are you sure it can hold the robot?

If you position it properly.

— What? — We've lost two life readings.

Pass the word along to everyone, formation "C."

I'll leave it to you.

Major, we've established contact.

We're pulling back. It's gotten away. It's been netted.

So that's the M-66?

— What the-- — It's the enemy!

Wires!

Attention all groups. The attacker is a diversion!

The other will cross the road. Ready the nets!

What are you doing? Hurry up and capture it!

The data sheets gave no idea.

Over there!

Ow!

— Stay still! — There's the other one! Over there!

Good timing. Don't let these two out of your sight.

Over there!

Leakey! Leakey, this is our chance! Wake up!

Here it comes!

Group Six, go around. Group Eleven, back them up.

Group Four. Enough with the fire already.

— What's the situation. Roger? — It's ready, Major.

Major, this--

Group Nine, spread out.

Hold it down with that magnet thingamajig.

It's the scatter shot!

Bring the specialist here.

— Everyone, put on your masks! — Major, take this.

You put yours on as well.

The other one! Hurry up and do something!

— Don't shoot! We'll hit each other! — What are you doing? Over there!

Don't let it cross the road!

There it goes, up above!

Pursue it with the thermograph.

Major.

No, don't go into the woods.

Gather all the able-bodied men and come with me.

He was a friend of mine.

I'll get it for you. That goddamned monster!

Stop shooting! It's not here anymore.

Ow!

All this because you shipped the product...

with the test program still loaded into it!

It was an accident. An accident!

When it arrived at the destination, the test program...

would've been dumped when the real program was loaded.

I should have made you the test program.

— Knowing the M-66, even if it-- — Major! Hurry up and go get it!

Just who did you select as the test program?

What?!

It's after my granddaughter? You've got to protect her! Please!

I was using her as the test program.

Are you taking into consideration the possibility...

that the crash and this battle may have damaged its program?

There's a high probability, yes.

Okay, let's go.

Yes, sir.

We're still investigating the thing as a possible Northern plot.

It may not be after your granddaughter at all.

Damn it.

You don't eat anything good...

and you're still so goddamned heavy!

It's because my head is packed so full.

— Of garbage? — Yeah, raw garbage.

Oh, my back hurts.

You oaf!

If I took a picture of you now. I bet it'd come in handy later.

I wouldn't want my kid to see me like this.

— Are you still gonna go for it? — I've only just begun.

I've seen that scientist somewhere.

If I could just figure out where it was.

It's a Subaru with a turbo.

It's terrible the way they treat the stylists.

But wouldn't that be--

— Recently, it hasn't been any good. — Hey, isn't that Ferris'--

It's Grandfather!

I always did think he looked like a criminal.

He's published a book called Bipedal Walking and Its Control.

Isn't he a civilian employed of the army?

He's just greedy.

So the military was giving orders there and Professor Matthews was there too.

Can't get through here either.

You can't expect to find his exact address with just that clipping.

But talk about finding luck in leftovers--

Huh?

There's a boy with green eyes at the reception area of TFL TV.

Will you deliver this film with the three stars on it to him?

So he's the reason you're on this story.

Don't give it to anyone else!

How do you expect to find the professor's house?

Keep your voice down or the military will come.

The reason there's a trench is that there's a house around.

Don't worry. I'll find it.

She's obsessed.

And I'll be able to get this film on Midnight News.

What is it?

The spy we've placed in the technical division...

to disseminate false information to the enemy has--

— Weren't you keeping tabs on him? — No.

But a technician had made contact with the spy.

— A traitor? — His family was being threatened.

A spy arranged this little accident in order to inform his side about the M-66!

The technician's family has been taken into protective custody...

and the investigation has been passed onto external affairs.

Very well. Initiate a level A-2 media control.

What's the technician's name? His name!

Don't say it. Keep it quiet to the soldiers as well.

Yes, sir.

just as I thought! It's after my granddaughter. Ferris!

The robot I've created is after Ferris!

The M-66 is humanoid, so it's likely to cause a panic.

— Hold on a minute. — Major, the fuel is beginning to--

I'm going to distribute maps showing the mobility radius of the professor's granddaughter.

— Set me down within it. — Yes, sir!

— Take it to him. — Yes, sir!

Hi, this is Ferris.

I'm dining out at Rampling's.

So I'll be home late. But don't worry, Grandfather.

I've programmed your dinner into Mayflower.

Hi, this is Ferris.

I'm dining out at Rampling's.

So I'll be home late. But don't worry, Grandfather.

I've programmed your dinner into Mayflower.

Wait a minute.

A robot?

A military robot is after its creator's granddaughter.

And there's no robot or army here?

Oh, shit!

The only ones who know the girl's location are the robot and me...

and I just happened to see this answering machine message!

So what if it's a robot! I'll show it a thing or two!

Everybody, listen up.

When you locate the M-66, do not engage it.

Our best bet is the Rampling restaurant on the 16th floor of this building.

Roger, you go up and protect her.

Nakamura!

Hey, why do I have to baby-sit?

Major!

You're not thinking of letting it kill my granddaughter...

and then waiting for it to emit the retrieval signal, are you?

From now on, all communications will be on the emergency channel.

Can you set up another robot to go after that one?

Not enough time!

— How about using a dummy? — It'll just make M-66 more cautious.

Nakamura, booby-trap the building.

I don't want to lose any more men to that psychotic robot.

No, sir. I won't let it kill any more men.

— C-1, evacuate this building. — It's performing even better...

— C-2, gather at my position... — than during the test run.

- with equipment set "E." — My apologies for the inadequate data.

This is top secret. Take covert action.

— How about it once in a while? — I haven't had any time today.

— You've got nothing to lose-- — A thief!

— Wait, goddamn it! — Hey, wait a minute!

Roger! You, make yourself more obvious!

Hey, you brats! Don't be so quick to shoot at people.

The police. I wonder if they'd believe me?

No way.

The girl could get killed in the meantime.

If I waste my time messing around with the police, she wouldn't stand a chance, even if she had one.

Maybe I could inform the military and back out.

No, they've already seen me. I'll take this as far as it goes.

Yes, sir, that's right. All clear here.

We'll continue our surveillance.

What's going on here?

Left at the next intersection. We'll be at Rampling within a moment or two.

It should be around here somewhere.

Hey, it's Grandfather's robot!

Hi, F6-402. What are you doing here?

— It's here to kill you. — Wha--

Now wait a minute! Who are you?

All right, I won't say this twice, so listen up.

— Morris! Morris! — Listen to me!

A military robot is here to kill you.

We've got to run! Got it?

Major!

What are you doing? Hurry!

We've taken the professor's granddaughter into our protection.

Send her to the roof.

Roger, pick up the granddaughter on the roof. Use the high-speed craft.

— It's coming! — Okay, go back!

All right, do it!

Paco, go to the roof with these two. We're going back for pickup.

It's a good thing we set up for it here.

It's too obvious.

I hear that the military's closed off--

Hurry! When the temperature goes down, it'll move again!

I guess you'd be a dropout as a reporter...

but I respect you for what you've done.

This way!

— It's not here! — What?

— The wires? — It used its heat ray on the meat hooks.

Group One, Group Two, code one. The robot is on its way to you.

— Code one? — Okay, I'm counting on you, partner.

Open up! It's Paco!

It'll be here soon. We're on our way in a hurry to the roof.

That way to the emergency stairs.

What did you guys do to the F6-402?

Grandfather--

Stop it. The military is doing their best here.

Hurry up!

Come on.

— Is there any other way out of here? — Take this up!

We'll buy some time.

Turn on the donut. I'll block all its functions.

Damn it!

Did we do it? Whoa!

It's working. Perfect!

Hold it with the donut. I'll call the pickup squad.

We did it!

— Pickup squad, we have F6-- — Cut the power.

Let's see.

"First, plug in the tip of the red hair into the back of the head."

Huh? There's two of them!

Oh, here it is. Do this.

"Press switch on forehead to deactivate the target lock."

Okay, let's go to the roof for the pickup.

Is it over?

I leave the rest to--

The switch on the forehead! The switch--

Don't stop! Please!

We're almost there!

Run!

Nakamura, we've located the F6! It's on the top floor!

I'm in pursuit of the target!

Pick up the target. I'll catch up soon.

— What was that? — Hey!

It's not the robot. It's the target.

Isn't Paco with you?

Squad leader Nakamura, we've made contact with the target in the hall.

Aid Roger in their pickup.

The robot comes later.

Are you all right, Roger?

Yes, and so is the professor's granddaughter.

No one else is in sight.

Nakamura!

Four unconfirmed, eight without a scratch. Over.

I don't see any wreckage.

Move it!

Over here! We'll pick you up!

We'll lower a wire, so latch on! Got it?

Hey, cover them!

It might hit them.

What the hell! Get closer, then!

— Come on! Can't you do anything? — No, sir. You saw what happened.

The wire! Lower me down to them!

Sir, that's insane!

Do you expect me to just watch from here?

This is our last chance.

Don't get swept off by the blast.

If we're lucky, only the robot will be blown up.

What's your name?

Sybel.

— Sybel. Sybel! — Huh?

Thank you!

It's a little early for that.

There's a rock in the timer's way!

Why? Why?

Dear God, what have we done to deserve this?

Not bad. Should've used a smaller basket. I guess.

We're saved.

Hey, over here! Second group, go ahead and move back.

Eighteen men lost. I must be getting old.

What can I say to their families?

If you don't mind the company, how about a drink later?

What is it?

We've picked up the robot. We're on the way back.

Okay, let's go.

Major, can we land?

Don't get in the way of the vehicles.

Go around to the west side of the building.

Yes, sir!

Do you always do this kind of dangerous work?

My danger is just beginning.

After falling all that distance, the armor still looks like this?

Looks like the overheating damaged the circuits.

There seems to be quite a bit of room for improvement.

Grandfather!

You must have been scared! But you didn't let it get to you.

I'm so relieved!

Sybel!

No! Don't!

— What do you mean. "Don't"? — Grandfather!

What? What's the matter?

Ferris, this isn't something I can do anything about.

Well, then, do something about doing something.

That's not very scientific.

Are you going to give up on the person who saved...

your cute little granddaughter's life?

Let her go.

Major!

I need your signature to arrange for a forensic expert...

to reconstruct the faces of the hikers.

They might have been spies from the North.

Be careful.

I still don't know why he let me go.

This all may have been an act to promote anti-North feelings...

and that little white thing may not have been a secret at all.

Of course, the official statement was...

"Northern Terrorists Bomb Building."

There were opposing views.

But it's easy to lose them in a smoke screen.

Later, I received three or so letters from Ferris but that was the end of it.

To tell the truth, I myself am not sure any of it really happened.

I can't even imagine that at the moment...

troops in the North might be fighting those dolls somewhere.

My film and camera were confiscated...

but the one roll that did make it to Midnight News...

should enable me to buy new equipment soon.

Good evening.

After all the trouble with the railways and the overflowing parking lots, most of you already know that...

there was an accident earlier this evening on the Trunkline Road.

Midnight News has managed to obtain some footage...

of what might or might not be an accident.

Let's watch the footage with the cameraman, Richard Leakey.

Mr. Leakey, it doesn't seem like an accident, does it?

Indeed!

It looks like a military group here, wouldn't you say?

Obtaining this footage was very hazardous.

Looks like the Special Forces!

Well, during the fight it was too dangerous to shoot.

The soldiers got in the way, but I felt this needed to be covered,

even if I had to put my life on the line.

Sy--Sybel!

A dream is bleeding like ink,

In Ceramic City.

Holding their knees,

Not knowing what to do.

They are stray children.

It's no one's fault,

Just a rusty heart aching.

From a printer that prints tomorrow,

Blue data is overflowing.

Don't pretend that you are happy,

Don't show your plastic smile.

Show your tears when you are sad.

That's why I like you.

Pull Up! Take care of yourself.

Pull Up! If you can go on.

Pull Up! Nothing matters.

Pull Up! I want this voice to be heard!

We've been finally free!

We've been finally free!

English scripts from R1 DVD Translation: Yoshida & Ledoux