Baccano!>Episode 11

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Chane:
I gave up my voice, in order to protect the secret you gave me..

Huey:
Are you saying, you will protect me?

Chez:
I won't be devoured. I guess I'll have to devour them first.

Isaac:
How could we have known it was liquor?

Miria:
I'm ready to scout the Martillo family's hideout!





Firo:
It's funny, isn't? The way people bump into each other.

Maiza:
Maybe every encounter is some sort of miracle in it's own way.

Firo:
Yeah... Speaking of miracles...
I was wondering, how come your knife wound healed so quickly?
I could keep a secret, tell me how you did it.

Maiza:
Maybe some day, I'll be able to tell you, Firo. But not right now.
You're not ready. Yet.

Firo:
I can wait.
It's that girl!
Um- Hey Maiza, I'll be right back!

Maiza:
Firo!

Firo:
Miss, uh—
Hey! Hold on a second!
Relax, okay!
Hey, take it easy!
I just wanted to give this back to ya.

Black Suit 1:
Right, there is only one body.
What? Yes... Yes.

Goose:
It means that guy is capable of going toe to toe with Chane. {Note: toe to toe~on equal footing}
Shoot them both while they're fighting.

Black Suit 1:
Copy that.
Code Beta is in effect.

Black Suit 2:
Are we really gonna to kill Chane?!

Black Suit 1:
He said to take her out while she's fighting with that guy in the white-suit.

Ladd:
Interesting! I'd like to hear a more about this little plan!
Don't get cute, put down the gun! That means you too bright boy, put down the gun right now.
Oh, well...He just left. I can't really say that he's a coward, though.
It's a perfectly normal reaction. Especially when somebody sees me walking into a room.
This Chane would be that doll up there, right? And white suit she's fighting, I guess that would be me?
That woman is a peach! It's the first time of my entire life I've ever had to run away.
How about you tell me why. Why destroy a beautiful killing machine, when she's one of your own?

Chez:
What can I do? Just throw in the towel and run away?
I can't very well do that. I have to at least see this Immortal's face before I leave.
Mister, who are you?
Hey, Mister... Who are you?
Come on, answer me.
My name's...Benjamin.

Vino:
No need to lie... Right, Czes? Czeslaw Meyer...

Chez:
How do you know my name?
You must be the Rail Tracer!

Vino:
Ooh! Very good guess! I am the Rail Tracer.
I also know that you're no kid. And for some reason, you wanna kill the other passengers.
But you won't. You will die.

Spike:
Ha! A red monster?
Are you trying to get out of this by telling fairy tales?

Nick:
It ain't no joke, pal!
There's really some kind of monster on board this train!

Ladd:
Hey, Chane!
I hear that those black-suit friends of yours don't really want you alive! And I bet you feel the same way about them.
Yeah, also... You're the personal prized possession of a guy called Huey Laforet.
And you believe in him, fanatically. Rumor has it, that Mr. Laforet is some kind of immortal!
My little friend here told me everything about it. Right?
"Yeah, That's right."
But you knew that. Surely you had some idea that your black suit buddies were planning to kill you
I mean, it's not like you can trust guys like that to not stab you in the back.
I also heard that you were actually against this little party? You don't like hostages and killing and blood?
It sounds like this Huey guy was against it from the start as well. That's so dumb!
I don't know if you should trust a guy that's so weak minded. Now, should you?
What makes you so sure that this Huey guy isn't setting you up, anyway?!
Do you wanna know the very first thing I'm gonna do as soon as I get off this train? I'm gonna kill Huey Laforet!
To be totally honest, I didn't really wanna kill you.
Now your friends in the black suits are fun to kill, because they all have that look in their eyes like "there's no way I'm gonna die today".
But you're different, you're risking your life. So I got to thinking...
I bet it would be a lot more fun to kill this Huey Laforet guy. He's like your supreme being here on earth, like some kind of freaking god, right?!
Oh, no... It's over now?
That's more like it!
He'll die alright! Even if he is immortal. I'll make you watch me do it.
As a matter of fact, I think I'm gonna enjoy myself and indulge in some sweet time with that bastard.
I'm gonna personally show him that just because you can't die, doesn't mean you can't feel pain.
So why don't you tell me how it's gonna be, Chane?!

Szilard:
It's been a long time, Maiza.

Maiza:
Szilard!

Szilard:
In fact, I'd say it's been 200 years.
Let's drink a toast to the Advena Avis.

Randy:
Who is this guy, eh?

Pecho:
Buddy of yours?

Maiza:
Get out of here.

Randy:
What?

Pecho:
What are you talking about?

Maiza:
Just go. Don't say anything more, and just leave.
He only wants me.

Randy:
Who is this clown, anyway?

Maiza:
This man, has killed thirteen of my closest friends...
One of them was my younger brother, Gretto.

Szilard:
And I've taken five more since that time. So to be accurate, it's really eighteen.

Maiza:
You bastard!

Randy:
I don't know what's going on here...
But if old grandpa here is trying to cause you some trouble,

Pecho:
Then we should make things difficult for him!

Firo:
Hey, watch it!

Ennis:
You can't go in!
You'll get yourself killed.

Firo:
What's that?!

Randy:
What's going on here? Why is that geezer...still standing?!

Maiza:
I'll explain later, would you just get out of here, please!

Szilard:
That is good advice, Maiza. But it comes a bit late.

Vino:
Don't stab the Conductor's compartment! You nearly lopped off my ear!
It's not very nice, you know.
Hey! You could at least say you're sorry.
I'm sorry. I didn't realize.
Please, continue. Then I'll kill whichever one of you survives.

Ladd:
Who the hell are you?!

Vino:
It doesn't matter. You can think of me as the talking air.

Ladd:
If you're the air, then why don't you quit talking, huh?!

Vino:
That wasn't very nice either.
So tell me, was all that he was talking about earlier the truth?
You were actually opposed to this hijacking plan from the beginning?
And this guy...this... Huey Laforet doesn't approve of it either?
Well, if that's the case. Perhaps I can help? And it shouldn't be too difficult.

Ladd:
Huh?! You're not making any sense!
If I got it straight... You're the one who's been slaughtering all the guys in black-suits, and my people!

Vino:
Yeah, true...But now that I've gotten to know you better...
This young lady comes off smelling like a rose.

Ladd:
You gotta be kidding me, you're one of those?!
You're the type of guy who if he sees a kid coming toward him with a rock, would let the little bastard live, just because you feel sorry for him?!
To think for a minute there, I was actually afraid of you.
You're just a weakling who can't go all the way!

Vino:
So what if I'd spare him? For my mind, it's the certainty in myself that I possess, which allows me to have that kind of mercy or compassion.
There's no wavering on that point, it's fixed like the stars. The fact is, I'm never gonna be killed!
So, remember this; mercy and compassion are virtues that only the strong are privileged to possess.
And I... am strong!

Ladd:
So you're one of those, too? Someone who really believes they're never gonna die?

Vino:
Of course. After all, the world is mine!

Firo:
Let me go! My friends are in there!

Ennis:
No! You can't go in there now —

Firo:
Who are you, anyway?
And who the hell is that old man in there?!

Szilard:
I am continually amazed at how stupid you are, Maiza.
You shouldn't have been so greedy.
If you had only shared what you knew back then, you could have avoided this bloodshed. And spared your brother.

Don Martillo:
Well, what is this?

Luck:
Don Martillo, please, you must allow us to handle this ourselves. It's possible that this commotion upstairs is our responsibility.

Don Martillo:
But...

Luck:
If I dared let anything happen to you, I would never be able to face Firo again.
Please, sir. Don't give it a second thought.
Check out upstairs. You should all look in your offices too.

Man:
Right.

Isaac:
What if it's those guys we rolled earlier coming to look for us, Miria?!

Miria:
Then it would be our fault, wouldn't it?

Isaac:
If that happens, we won't be able to explain why we're here!

Miria:
We gotta think of something quick!

Maiza:
Why are you so obsessed with the Elixir?

Szilard:
It's quite simple. I just want to know.
My one desire all these years, has been the secret of the elixir you keep hidden.

Maiza:
You only thing you desire is more people you can kill!

Szilard:
That's not true.
My motivations are far more reasonable than that.

Firo:
Wait, you're trying to tell me anyone who drinks that liquor becomes immortal?! That they're gonna live forever?
So Maiza and that old guy in there are both immortal?
So what's the deal with you?

Szilard:
With the information I got from Gretto, I got an imperfect formula.

Maiza:
What's that mean?

Szilard:
They still grow old, but it will keep them from dying.
They are rendered vulnerable, and those of us with the finished product in our veins, can devour them at will!
We gain their knowledge and skills, with virtually no effort.
So my method is quick and painless indeed, don't you agree?

Firo:
A man made person?

Ennis:
I was created by that older gentleman inside, Szilard Quates.
I'm a specialized independent construct, of the cells from Szilard. And as such, can know his thoughts
Szilard has the ability to redact the female cellular components, along with his own immortal constituents, within the structure of my cells—

Firo:
Stop, stop, stop! I'm not that smart. Use smaller words.

Ennis:
Alright... I have been created to live by Szilard's will, I can also be destroyed by the simplest of his thoughts.

Szilard:
You're weak. You must have wasted these 200 years. Wheres my years have been very fruitful.
Those pathetic creatures... They got into it after all...

Maiza:
What are you talking about?

Firo:
That's disgraceful! How can anyone be so self serving?

Ennis:
I'm the closest thing he has to a daughter in this world.

Firo:
A daughter that he can kill? Fathers don't enslave their children under the threat of death!

Szilard:
Don't play dumb. This is the same Grand Panacea that you and I drank all those years ago.
Finally, after all this time, I had succeeded in perfecting it on my own.

Firo:
There's no way a pretty girl like you is the daughter of that thing in there. That's one thing I do know.

Dallas:
What a cute little scene here.

Firo:
It's you...

Ennis:
Dallas...
What are you doing here?

Chez:
So, what do you think?
Surprised? I'm actually immortal.

Vino:
I know. Interesting.
This means I can flay you alive and such... gouge out your eyes... and crush your beating heart in my hand while you watch, and you wouldn't even flinch.

Chez:
So go ahead and do it. I'm sure there isn't any level of pain I haven't felt before.
I'll bet you've never had red hot fireplace tongs thrust into your eyes.
Or taken a dip in a nice warm acid bath?
Have you ever been thrown alive into a roaring fireplace?
I've seen it all. I lived with someone I trusted who gave me that level of pain daily for years.
Your simple minded violence doesn't frighten me in the least.
I'm prepared for it. There isn't a thing you could do I haven't already felt!

Vino:
You're really foolish. What you've been through was only playtime.
I'll wager you've never had each individual arm muscle carefully stripped away, have you?
And then afterwards, having some intricate carvings done on the exposed bone?
Do you know any Chinese methods of execution? How about Japanese torture?
In my line of work, it's allowed me to learn all sorts ways of inflicting pain. Especially those that prevent the victim's death.
You know Czeslaw, I'll grant it someone as experienced as yourself is prepared for a certain level of pain.
But why do you look so uneasy? Why do you tremble when you come to face the Rail Tracer?
Your eyes showed fear when we first met, why is that? You are afraid of that which you do not know.
You sense there may be some level of pain that you have yet to experience.
Allow me to bring you to that new world of suffering. Until you lose your will to come back to life!

White Suit 1:
Lucky break for us those guys in the black suits decided to scram.

White Suit 2:
That's right, which means it's time for our turn.

White Suit 1:
Alright! Give us all your money!

White Suit 2:
And show us your tits too!

Jacuzzi:
This train is now under our control!
If you wanna stay alive, you'll do exactly as you're told!

Donny:
Uhh... you're stretching a bit there, kid.

Ian and Fong:
Ah! Jacuzzi!

Luck:
I'm truly sorry if we frightened you.

Eve:
I don't... What's going on here?!

Baltoro Runorata:
I've heard stories about this, but this is the first time I've ever seen it.

Luck:
Well, if it isn't Don Baltoro Runorata.

Baltoro Runorata:
It's been a long time, Luck Gandor.
I have to apologize for our careless handling of this matter.

Luck:
Of course.
Still, to what do we owe this unprecedented honor? Why does Don Runorata visit us?

Baltoro Runorata:
The secret you boys possess is serious enough to warrant it.
Let me come right to the point. I'm here to ask you to join with us. We'll treat you right.

Luck:
I must decline. I wouldn't want to become an experiment for others to play with.

Baltoro Runorata:
That leaves one compromise. Hand over Dallas Genoard.
That done, we'll never stand in your way again. What do you say?

Luck:
I'm sorry, that is a proposal I cannot accept.

Baltoro Runorata:
Tell me where Dallas is now?



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Isaac:
What do we do, Miria?!
It says that Firo and the three Gandor brothers are felled by assassin's bullets!

Miria:
That's terrible!
Firo, Luck and...

Isaac:
Firo and Luck and Berga and...and... Uhh...

Miria:
And then who?

Isaac:
Uhh...Oh, in any event, it's terrible!

Miria:
We can't remember, but it's still terrible!