Baccano!>Episode 09

Nicholas:
I see. So it arrived without incident?

Man:
Well, it seems it wasn't entirely without incident.

Nicholas:
What do you mean by that?

Man:
The Flying Pussyfoot switched out more than just its engine; it switched out it's passenger cars as well.

Nicholas:
Has there been any reason given for the switch?

Man:
Nothing official.
Nebula is being very tight-lipped with the situation, but there isn't any question there was a very serious incident. {Note: tight-lipped ~ unforthcoming, silent }

As for the whole picture, that still remains unclear.
Apparently many of the passengers are dead.

Nicholas:
If I remember correctly, wasn't Rachel aboard Flying Pussyfoot?

Man:
Yes, sir.

Nicholas:
Let's wait until she's given us a full report.
What’d she see? Did she talk to anyone and what other things does she know?

Man:
It appears that our young lady has arrived.

President:
Rachel, it's good to have you back.
I must admit I've been a little worried because there's been nothing but bad news coming in regarding the Flying Pussyfoot.
As president of the Daily Days, I am honored to have employees like you.

Rachel:
Thank you, sir. I appreciate that.

Nicholas:
So, you hitch another free ride. Rachel?

Rachel:
I certainly did. Is that a problem for you?

President:
Nicholas. Judging by Rachel's injured condition, I should think you would have the common sense to know this is no time for jokes.

Nicholas:
Please excuse me. I'm not very funny.

President:
Now that, Rachel, normally I would give someone in your position time to recuperate before the debriefing them, but we are in the business of information.
So, I'm afraid I'll have to dispense with the formalities.
What happened aboard that train?

Rachel:
I'm not sure I know much.
The only things I do know happened right in front of my eyes, sir.

President:
That's perfectly fine.
Do you know anything about the two factions on the train? Those in the white suits or black suits.

Rachel:
Well, sir, it appears that you might already know more than I do.

President:
Do you know anything about this Rail Tracer?

Rachel:
Rail Tracer?

Jacuzzi:
Wh-what's a Rail Tracer?

Isaac:
Calm now. I can't believe you've never heard of it.
What the Rail Tracer is, Jacuzzi.

Rachel:
I remember some of the passengers in the dinning car talking about it.

President:
It's a legendary monster that traces the shadows of the railways.

Rachel:
A monster?

President:
Yes, a monster.

Rachel:
Well, sir, I don't know if I can say that all of the stories are true.
But there was a monster there, riding aboard the Flying Pussyfoot.
I saw it, a brutal crimson monster.

Ladd:
Wow, would you look at this? It's unbelievable!
Oh, my God! Why is there so much blood?
Should we call it "strange", or is "inspiring" better?
What kind of thing can make such a beautiful mess?
Wait! Hold on a second!
Could it be? Is this gentleman here without a face the guy we call Dune?
Do you know what this means?
Our pal is telling us that we are now the hunted.
Come on, Dune, tell us who did this to you right now!
How are we to avenge our friend if he can't talk, much less find his own face?
Oh, Dune, you, poor poor faceless bastard.
Your brothers are even denied simple act of vengeance!

Elder conductor:
So now, back to your question, how can you be spared?
Thing is, everyone who hears this story dies.
So, I'm sorry to have to break it to you like this, kid.
But there is no way to be spared.

Young conductor:
There is one way to be spared...
You just have to kill it, before it kills you.

Elder conductor:
Now hold on! W-wait a minute!

Young conductor:
It's too late.
Well, now, I guess it's only fair that I finish, huh?
The best way to keep the Rail Tracer from showing up is to believe the story when someone tells it to you.
But if it's already here, your only hope is to keep running until the morning sun rises.
But it's too late for you.
The Rail Tracer is certain now to show up for all the people of this train.
Your sacrifice will surely awakening it.
It's time for you to die!

Dune:
What's going on?

Young conductor:
Who are you?

Dune:
Hey, would you hold on just a second, buddy!
I ain't doin' nothing to nobody. Got it?

Young conductor:
There were only two conductors who were scheduled to be aboard this train tonight.
So, who does that make you?

Dune:
Okay, maybe you could put that thing down. And we can talk this out!

Young conductor:
Why are you so relaxed when I got a gun pointed in your face?
Who the hell are you?
What’re you really after? [What are after?: 何をたくらんでいる?]

Dune:
That was quick! The secret's out already!
Hey, what's that supposed to mean?

Young conductor:
You don't seem to be the type who will talk after the usual encouragements.
I can see this will take something more.

Dune:
Hold on, pal! You mean torture?
You never get reliable information. I should know!
You know it was nice of you to drop your gun and even things up like that. [even things up: 対等にする]
But I'm afraid I just can’t return the favor.

Young conductor:
I'll try one more time! Tell me who you are!
That's too bad,
I'm gonna ask you again. Who are you?

Dune:
D-d-dune.

Young conductor:
What are you doing on this train?

Ladd:
I cannot wait to meet the genius responsible for this masterpiece!
I hope it's someone incredibly handsome and just a little bit fat and absolutely certain that never be killed!
Because, then, there’s me! I’ll tap-dance on their heads like I’m goddamn Bojangles!
[Bojangles: Bill "Bojangles" Robinson, アメリカのタップダンサー、俳優]

Young conductor:
Now Dune, friend of the Russo family, I know what your buddies’ little plan is.
So just one more question!
Why the hell are you dressed up like a conductor?

Dune:
I like, I like… I like how it feels! It's fun… killing is fun!

Young conductor:
That's your reason? You're just killing for the fun of it, huh?
Where did you get the uniform then?

Dune:
This morning...some old man! I met him at the station!

Young conductor:
Some old man? What did you do?

Dune:
I killed him! I killed him! It was so much fun!

Young conductor:
You should know that old conductor's name was Tony!
He taught me everything I know about being a conductor!

Ladd:
Alright, you guys. I don’t exactly know what's going on here.
But I'm gonna kill whoever did this and those damn black suits.
So go and hide, 'kay?

Lua, my precious angel, now don’t you forget that I’m the one who’s gonna kill you when all this is over, doll face!

Young conductor:
Lemures, the Russo family, how amusing!
I’m the monster who’s gonna devour you all!
It’s begun!
It’s too late now! There’s no going back!
I have become the Rail Tracer!

President:
A conductor?

Rachel:
That’s correct, sir.
It appeared to me wearing a conductor’s uniform.

President:
Interesting! Did this monster speak to you?

Young Conductor:
Your ticket, Please

Nicholas:
Ahem, excuse me.

Rachel:
I think it must have known somehow that I boarded the train without a ticket.

President:
Indeed. There doesn’t seem to be any question then.
That conductor was Vino.

Nicholas:
But how can you be so sure this monster was Vino?

President:
Part of what makes Vino such a feared and elusive monster,
is the fact that he will appear in one city and then not long after show up in another random city far away, and then inexplicably another.
How does he manage to cover so much ground?
If he were a conductor on a transcontinental express, it would be possible.

Nicholas:
That would certainly explained why he’s so elusive.

President:
Likewise it would explain why he’s been spotted in cities across the country.

Rachel:
This Vino, I think I may have heard of him.

President:
Vino, also known as Claire Stanfield was practically raised by the father of the Gandor family.
While growing up next to the Gandors, Claire was orphaned and subsequently taken in by their family.
That’s why Luck, Keith and Berge think of him as their fourth brother.

Nicholas:
Rumor is, that he ran away with the circus.

President:
That’s true.
While in the circus, his determination led him to gain strength and agility that were beyond any that had been seen before.
Skills that must be of use now that he is an assassin.

White suits:
Hey now, would you pipe down already!
You and Ladd may be perfectly fine with just offing a bunch of people. {Note: offing ~ killing}
But I got other more refined habits.

President:
Vino was known for the mess he leaves behind when he makes a kill.
He completely destroys the bodies he attacks.
Leaving them as if they’d been soaked in wine.
It seems to be his way of assuring that he has not left the job undone.
Were you able to confirm that he made contact with the Gandors?

Nicholas:
Yes, sir.

Firo:
What happened?
You look like hell ran you over. Easy!

Isaac:
You live long enough and someday I'll tell you the story.
Good to see you!

Messenger:
Excuse me, but would you happen to be Mr. Luck Gandor?

Luck:
Yes, I am.

Messenger:
I have a telegram for you.


Luck:
Thank you very much.
You were right.

Berga:
How is it going, Claire?
Shouldn't all you conductors be working inside or something?

Vino:
I’m no longer Claire, nor am I a conductor.

Luck:
Yeah? Then what do you want us to call you?

Vino:
You can call me Vino, now, or if you like, the Rail Tracer.

Berga:
You gotta be kidding!

Vino:
Enough talk. Let’s get going. Who do you want me to kill?
Last night was a walk in the park. [walk in the park: 朝飯前のこと]
I want some real exercise so I don’t get out the shape.
Let’s try to be quick about this.
I got someone I gotta track down later, and if I’m lucky, you guys might just be coming my wedding soon.

Rachel:
But why would he do that?
Why would Vino choose to kill so many people without any reason at all?

President:
His killings may appear to have no connection to reality.
But he operates on what others have reported as his own scene of justice.
However warped that may be.

Rachel:
But still what reason could he possibly have for killing a child?

President:
What child was this?

Rachel:
It was a young boy. I guess about ten years old.

President:
I see. Perhaps one day you’ll be able to ask that question to the boy himself.

Rachel:
The boy? How is that?

President:
Now, Rachel, there’s much more information I’d like to hear about your journey.
For example, we still don’t know the about story behind that injury of yours.

Rachel:
Yes, sir.


Dallas:
What the hell? What is this?

Man:
Hey, Dallas...This ain't right. I think that girl, she injected us with something.

Szilard:
Well, you’re finally awake?

Dallas:
Just who the hell are you? What the hell are you planning to do to us?

Szilard:
My name is Szilard Quates. I have some important questions that I will expect you to answer honestly. Then I will kill you.

Dallas:
Oh, is that so?
Go ahead! Take your best shot!
What the hell are you doing to him?

Szilard:
Well, you boys have led unsavory lives.
But the elixir…
I cannot verify it's safety.
Tell me, Mr. Genoard. How would you like it, if we made a deal?
Huh? It seems the shock is too great. We’ll continue this later.
Ennis, what happened to the other two who were there?

Ennis:
They left the area right away. There’s no sign that I was followed.

Szilard:
I see. Then, there should be no problem.

Ennis:
Yes, sir.

Szilard:
It appears the finished product is in the hands of the Gandor mafia family.
We must be careful not to reveal ourselves when dealing with them.
Why don’t you have these three go steal it back?
They have some sort of on-going grievance with the Gandors.
Once they fully understand that they are now immortal, they’ll want to settle the score.

Ennis:
Yes.

Old men:
Now, look here, Szilard!
Even it was the unfinished product, why did you inject those...those thugs?
They are just common street criminals.


Szilard:
Be quiet!
Would you prefer to do battle with the mafia?
These three are meant to keep us out of it.
And once they are finished, I will devour them.
If any of you gentlemen would like to fight with gangsters, then you can certainly take their place.

Mrs. Beriam:
Oh, Mary!

Mary:
Mama!

Goose:
I take it you are relieved, Mrs. Beriam?
It took some doing, but we were able to rescue your daughter for those unfortunate people in white suits.
Tomorrow morning is a big day for you two.
Signal flare goes up over a bridge we pass over, then you and your daughter will be spared for the moment.
But only for the moment.
We’re negotiating, but it’s impossible for us to do from a train.
There are others that are meeting with your husband right now on our behalf.

Mrs. Beriam:
You mean...

Goose:
If it should come to pass that we cannot reach an understanding with your husband, we will be forced to demonstrate our willingness to act by leaving your daughter’s body on the side of the tracks for him. [It comes to pass that : ~ということになる]
Please, don’t even consider asking us to kill you instead of your daughter.
For reasons I'm sure you can understand, that will be far too much bother.
The same rules will apply, should the police be stupid enough to try to block the track or derail the train.
We will be forced to kill your daughter.
Not that there’s much comfort to be had by this, but I thought you should know, I will shoot her myself.

Gangsters:
I’ll raise.
Wow! Check out the balls on this guy!
Too rich for my blood. [ too rich for one's blood:高すぎる/贅沢すぎる]
Well, then I guess I'm gonna have to call.
You lost or something, pal?

Dallas:
Hey, don’t get up!
We were just here before and forgot something.

Gangster:
You forgot something?

Dallas:
Yeah, that box over there!

Gangster:
That’s lucky for you, but how am I supposed to know of that box over there is really yours?
Sorry, pal, you’re gonna have to wait till Luck comes back.

Dallas:
That’s all you got?
Where do you get off, calling us nobodies, huh?
I gotta tell you. This is so fun! I don’t know if I could stop laughing!

Gangster:
The phone… gotta talk to Luck… I gotta get a hold of…Mr. Luck.

Dallas:
You know, that kinda hurt.
We’re actually immortal! Amazing! It's freaking unbelievable!

Ladd:
What is it you want, little shit?

Czeslaw:
You're a really powerful guy, mister. You’re like a prize-fighter.  [prize-fighter:プロボクサー]

Ladd:
Oh, really? You think so, huh?

Czeslaw:
Yeah!
If you ever actually got into the ring, I'm sure you'd end up champ no time, right?

Ladd:
I like little kids who flatter me.
So now, what do you want?

Czeslaw:
I was wondering if you would do a little favor for me?

Ladd:
What kind of favor?

Czeslaw:
Ah, why are you looking at me like that, mister? You're scaring me.

Ladd:
Shut up! The only reason I didn’t kill you is because you called me a young man and I thought that you might be good for a little bit of diversion from the guys in black suits.
You’ve only got this one chance, kid.
Make me laugh or make me angry and that will decide whether you live or die.

Czeslaw:
Okay, here it is. All those people in the dining car, would you please kill them for me, sir?

Ladd:
What’s that? Do you even know what you are saying?


Preview

Isaac:
Hey, Miria, what exactly is Czes so scared of?

Miria:
Well, specter is just another word for ghost, right?

Isaac:
So, you think he’s afraid of ghosts?

Miria:
It’s either that or his mother taught him not to associate with immortal people.

Isaac:
I think you mean immoral people.

Miria:
It’s not people anyway. It’s ghosts!