Gunslinger Girl > 04. - bambola -

Gunslinger Girl > 04. - bambola -


Triela:
Hurry up before he leaves.

Henrietta:
But...

Triela:
You want to ask him, right?

Henrietta:
Yeah, it's just...

Triela:
Come on.



Henrietta:
Jose?

Jose:
Yes. What is it, Henrietta?

Henrietta:
Um...

Jose:
It's okay.

Henrietta:
Well, Christmas is coming up soon, and...

Jose:
Yes?

Henrietta:
So I was thinking...

Jose:
How's a drive sound to you?

Henrietta:
As long as we get to spend time together, it'll be a perfect Christmas.

Jose:
Go back to your room.

Henrietta:
Good night, Jose.

Jose:
Good night, Henrietta.



Henrietta:
Jose said yes, we'll be spending Christmas together.

Triela:
See? What'd I say?
It's as simple as asking.

Henrietta:
Mmhmm.
You were right. It really wasn't that hard.
Thanks, Triela.




Hilscher:
Giacomotti.
Relax, I just wanna ask you a couple of questions about your organization.
(Gasps.)
Triela, I wanted to get information from him, not kill him.

Triela:
I determined that he was an imminent threat to you.

Hilscher:
Maybe so, but you could've been more gentle about it.
Listen, from now on, no more shooting without my permission.

Triela:
If that's the case, then what's stopping you from increasing the level of my conditioning?

Hilscher:
Take our friend here and put him in the car.

Triela:
Yes, sir.



Jose:
You do know she's correct, right?

Hilscher:
I'm not going to give her excess conditioning.

Jose:
If you truly feel that way, then it's your responsibility to train her correctly.
Though, to be perfectly honest, I'm not really one to talk.
Seems we both got stuck with a job that we're not very good at.

Hilscher:
Then what do you recommend I do to get along with Triela?

Jose:
Well, it's your job to condition her, not be her best friend.
However, she's a smart girl. All she needs is to be treated with respect.



Henrietta:
One, two,three, four... and five.
And that makes six!
You're one away from seven.
You know seven is a lucky number.

Triela:
Hurray for me.

Henrietta:
I wish I had some, too.

Triela:
Why don't you ask your nice brother for some?
It's almost Christmas.
He'd buy them all for you.

Henrietta:
No thanks.
Spending Christmas with him is enough of a present for me.
Do Hilscher's presents not make you happy anymore?

Triela:
He doesn't even care what I like.
He just gets me the same thing every year.
Sometimes I wonder if he gives me these gifts to please me, or to please himself.

Henrietta:
You don't look too good.
Are you okay?

Triela:
Not really.
It's that time of the month.
It's irregular, and the cramps have been killing me since yesterday.

Henrietta:
It's too bad they won't let us take any medicine.

Triela:
I shouldn't have said anything.
Just thinking about it makes it feel worse.
But this pain reminds me that I'm alive, so I'll endure it.

Henrietta:
That's the spirit.
I'll never know what that feels like.
They took my uterus out during conditioning.

Triela:
Right... I forgot.
Sorry about that.

Rico:
Triela, Hilscher is looking for you.

Henrietta:
Rico, did you know that you're bleeding?

Rico:
It's nothing.
Jean scolded me during conditioning, that's all.

Henrietta:
Here. Let me help you.

Rico:
Triela, he said to wait in the Section One office.




Triela:
Jose sees Henrietta as his little sister, and Jean sees Rico as his little work dog.
Which makes me... what does he want me to be?
If the conditioning decided it all... it would sure be easier on me.




Man #1:
Hey, check it out.
We got ourselves a princess from Section Two gracing our office.
What do you think she's doing here?

Man #2:
She must be waiting for a prince

Man #1:
That's funny.
I thought we were all frogs here in Section One.

Man #2:
He's not in Section One.

Man #1:
Did Giacomotti talk?

Man #2:
I guess so.



Triela:
Where to today?

Hilscher:
The airport.
We'll be looking for a retired Mafia boss.

Triela:
Affirmative.
(Gasps.)
What is it?

Hilscher:
Nothing.



Staff:
I'm sorry for the inconvenience, sir.
We didn't realize you were with the government.



Hilscher:
We're searching for a man named Mario Bossi.
He's been seen wandering around Europe after leaving the Mafia several years ago.
But word has it, he's back in Naples.

Triela:
Are we killing Mario Bossi once we find him?

Hilscher:
No, Triela, we're taking him back for protection.

Triela:
Protection?

Hilscher:
He holds information we need if we want to prosecute his organization's Don.
Once he's safe, we're going to have Mario testify under an escape clause.
Naturally, the Mafia's willing to go to any lengths to stop that from happening.

Triela:
So what you're saying is they're going to kill him if we don't step in.

Hilscher:
Precisely.
We protect him until the trial.

Triela:
Why can't Section One do this instead of us?

Hilscher:
Because Mario and I are old associates.
I know several places in town that he used to frequent, and with any luck, we'll be home in time for Christmas.
So keep your eyes peeled.

Triela:
Wishful thinking usually leads to nothing.
Especially when you're depending on luck.

Hilscher:
Triela, is something wrong?

Triela:
Huh?

Hilscher:
I don't know--you've looked a little pale recently.

Triela:
Stop it.
You don't have to worry about me.

Hilscher:
I see.



Hilscher:
Who is it?

Mario:
An old friend, Mario from Vesuvio.

Mario:
Hilscher!

Hilscher:
Nice to see you again, Mario.

Hilscher:
So why didn't you go to the D.A.?
You know there are countless Mafia hitmen and dirty cops eager for a handout, and all of them are looking for you.

Mario:
I'll go to your precious trial.
But I still have unfinished business here in Naples.

Hilscher:
Sorry, but I have strict orders to bring you back to the agency.

Mario:
You still got a cold heart.
By the way, Hilscher, what the hell am I doing attached to this little girl?

Hilscher:
I'm sure you've heard all about our cyborg units, so I wouldn't bother trying to run away while attached to her.

Mario:
So she's one of them. That explains things.

Triela:
What?
You can't be serious.
Why do I have to go in too?

Hilscher:
I'll be watching the door.
Nobody'll bother you...

Mario:
Come on. Unless you want me to piss my pants right here.

Hilscher:
Don't let your guard down.

Triela:
Hurry it up.

Mario:
Don't rush me.
Why does everyone at your agency have a chip on their shoulder?

Triela:
Did you learn about the agency from Hilscher?

Mario:
I suppose.

Triela:
Hilscher doesn't seem like the type of guy to have friends with Mafia connections.

Mario:
Many years ago, a rookie Europol investigator caught a Mafia boss in Amsterdam.

Triela:
What did he do?

Mario:
Their black-market tobacco business wasn't bringing in enough cash, so they turned to exporting children, also known as lambs, through Amsterdam.
And that investigator was Hilscher.
Around that time, I was seriously considering leaving the Mafia for a career elsewhere.
He help me escape in return for some insider information.
The organization's been after me ever since, and Hilscher was fired when they found out he was involved.
Lucky for him, he got picked up by the agency. As for me, I've been running ever since.

Triela:
Did you two correspond, even after he joined the agency?

Mario:
For just a short while.
It was a give and take thing.

Triela:
Did he ever happen to mention anything about me before we caught up with you?

Mario:
No.
Tell me, you two get along well?

Triela:
Look Mario, just because we're a fratello doesn't mean we're best friends.

Triela:
Mario!

Triela:
Damn!

Hilscher:
What's going on?

Triela:
I'll get him.

Mario:
Sorry, little girl.