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

It's a very dangerous snake.

Father. My grandchild's condition is... It

won't change.

It won'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.

Ready. You're getting the new and improved me.

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

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 the hotel, couldn't take

it anymore.

Seems more like his bad luck than yours.

Hang in there, buddy! And he didn't die.

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

Sure.

I'll say I like it here. I could live here.

I like the atmosphere.

The people are considerate.

Except for that guy.

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

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

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

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

What's the number again?

523.

What an ego.

I mean, talk about a candidate for self -improvement.

Calling him 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 request, firecrackers?

I'm in the dustbin.

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

Nope. You almost gave that bodyguard an anchor to heart attack.

I worked on the doses.

Take the gun.

I'm

going

to assume you didn't take the gun.

And you're handling some conflicts require a gun.

Okay,

I'm going.

Well, that's a start.

Hey, this is a nice economy.

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

a terrible business plan. I'm no more sociopaths. I'm a maniac.

It's quality people. Barry says it's time for some change. I think he was

Barry does not know what you do for a living.

Okay, here we go. The bullet train has 16 cars, 10 economy, 6 first class, and

remember, only one minute stop at every station.

What are you fucking doing? Do you mind?

What is it? Fucking blind or something?

Oh, come on, Nicky. No, you don't have to, Nicky.

Oh, no. You all right?

Yeah, like an arsehole. Thank you.

Why would I do that?

I've 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 snatch and grab. What am I snatching and or grabbing?

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

Briefcases have owners. Owners are not so cool.

And last update says the owners will be an economy club. Owners, plural?

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

I did. You chose spiritual enlightenment.

Ticket, please.

Ticket.

Hold on.

No, no, no. Ticket.

Shit, I think I dropped my ticket, too.

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

Last stop.

Yep.

Don't worry about it.

I thought they bound 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

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 can't 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.

Ah, money.

There's always money.

Time trains are sophisticated.

But now he's calling them fruit sophisticated. Yeah, they cross half a

other fruit. They're adaptable.

Like me.

You said six cars in the economy save 30 passengers per car?

Guessing two bags per city, uh, times two, maybe three. Yeah, no fucking way

gonna find one brief... Wait.

What? Trying to stick around the end? Yeah.

Holy shitbox.

And why my lemon? Because you're sour.

No one likes lemons.

Oh, looks, 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.

Quite like them, as I just heard code names.

Oh, well, look at this.

Sleeping Beauty.

Wakey, wakey.

Eggs and bacon.

Where am I?

Your place now.

Your father sent us.

You really did work for 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?

Nothing is.

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, yeah? You didn't 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 Edwards, wise, kind.

Some are Henrys, hardworking, strong.

Some people are Diesels.

Fuck me!

Those are trouble.

You, though.

You know, you seem like a Percy.

Young, sweet.

Not all day.

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 you bring that? I was sophisticated,

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

dead bodies we left getting you back from the triad that kidnapped you with

plans to ransom you to your extremely psychotic, fucked -up father. Actually,

16.

What's that now?

Sixteen kills, mate. No, it was seventeen.

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

my fucking head with brick. Well, maybe that'll help your memory. You forgot the

poor innocent civilian on the street. Hey, buddy.

Hey, buddy.

You okay? Three, four.

Shit. That wasn't our fault.

That wasn't our fault?

No. Well, what did Thomas the Tank Engine say, Lemon? I swear to me.

SAO take responsibility, mate.

You don't sound like that.

I'm going to find a little dinner.

to be completely honest.

Are you nervous? Yeah, I'm nervous.

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

Hey, listen, I'm just going to get going for the next... Oh, let's go have a

seat then, huh?

You know what they call your papooka? 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?

the remote.

Fucking hell.

Yeah. She owed him a finger for every minute.

Anyway,

he's not a monster. He didn't make a slip 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,

Really? Did you Google it? 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

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

Where's the briefcase?

The case, Lemon.

Go get me the fucking case.

Your reliability, 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 do you mean, this dickhead with the silly face tattoos? Yeah, he's sat

right here. And the briefcase? Yes, of course I've got the case.

You will both be boarded at Kyoto Station.

Then your business with him will be concluded.

It was just a scene.

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 turn.

But you are Yuichi Kimura.

And you came here to kill me.

My parents call me Melinke Prince.

That means little prince.

Obviously, they want 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.

Are we glad we waited?

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

$10 million.

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

Deal saved his son.

Money's more important than money, right?

Do you honestly not know who the white death is? Yeah, I did a white death. You

just told me five minutes ago. I don't even bother forwarding you the

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 aunts.

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

Which means that he was exiled from the Russian mafia, and it was ex -KGB.

No one really knows the truth.

What is known is this Russian works his way up the ranks, bit by bit,

kill by kill.

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

And those lawyers to him said, hold your horses.

This geezer ain't the 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, blew his fucking brains out, didn't he?

He wipes my name and he gets you off the face of the earth in 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 organisation

the planet shoved right inside our fucking arse cheeks.

If you mention Thomas the 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

to somebody's cell phone? If you actually read the briefings, you'd know

had a wife.

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

and she died.

Drunk driving accident or something.

And now he's at the compound, and 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.

What do you want?

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 purpose.

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.

I don't know what you think I could do for you. Oh, that is my favorite part of

the story.

You're going to kill him for me.

How the fuck am I going to kill the White Death?

You'll see.

Oh, look at that.

We are right on schedule.

We rescued his fucking soul, huh? We find the fucker who took the briefcase,

make things right, be like it never happened.

You still got that vest on, yeah? No, they give you a force of security when I

get shot in the neck.

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

that episode of Thomas, did you?

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

Not up a shot -off, bro.

First his wife, now his son That's a lot of white deaths

I don't know.

Corre mis manos con rabia

El sabor estar a tu lado

es como el mar

huyendo por dentro y

nunca cantará el dolor de ser pinjol.

Is that me?

You ruined my life. I didn'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?

I will find you. Why?

I will ruin your life the way you ruined mine.

I'm going to spray you with Uruguay.

Fuck, is it my mama?

Comes on after Thomas every day.

Okay.

He's good, too. Just like that. He should go to sleep now.

Yeah, I know that.

Wait.

Ah.

Mmm.

Wasabi.

We've got to make sure he doesn't get a foot off this train. You see the case,

deal with whoever has it.

I don't know how to do it. I talk to them all my life. I talk to them all.

I don't know. Why don't you tell them about the story about how Gordon met

and how Percy and that bleeding French...

It's me.

You are fucking it.

That's my stop.

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

bastard. 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. You gotta stab me. I spilled wine on him. 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. Now we know who the owners of

case are.

That's exactly what I'm talking about. We have to have a hard discussion about

the caliber of people who surround ourselves.

Why are we whispering?

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

the pressure?

Your orders would go 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 it's done are perfectly

I believe I 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 fucking Chop that fucking hat up your fucking asshole. You hear

me?

Fuck this job news are gone. Okay, fuck. Oh, I beg your pardon. Sorry

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

Apologise.

You didn't happen to see someone come by with a silver briefcase, did you? It's

a little trone sticker by the handle.

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

Thank you, love.

You're a fucking bastard.

There's a gun under there. Shh, Ron.

It's the quiet car.

Got you this morning. Start pointing it at them.

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

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

Shh.

I was 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 fine, man. I remember Johannesburg, but I don't remember you,

You shot me.

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

How?

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.

No, 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, isn't it?

Right.

You and your partner. No, 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

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

there with that case.

No, no.

Hoping the white dead 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.

I learned everything about people from Thomas.

Everything. That's how I can read people like you so well. And you are a diesel.

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

man. Because Diesel's bluff, they go too far. Man, I'm trying to get Diesel's

out of my life, you know? If there was a gun under this table, you know, I'd be

as dead as that kid over there.

Huh?

Come on, Joe Berg.

Start number three.

No, no, no. I ain't got the time or the patience.

Let alone the injury.

Fucking hell.

Are you following me?

Asshole.

here at Diesel.

It's 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.

I've got to 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.

Said he came here for revenge. Just happened to run into me because, of

he did.

Now, get this.

They can't mispoison in the same way. They don't borrow what? The wedding.

Is El Ciguaro the same killer? Yeah.

I'm like MacGyver.

What are you doing?

What's wrong?

Fuck this, man.

Fuck carbon.

Oh, my God. One minute there. Jesus Christ, you 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, fuck no.

And if it wasn't clear, I might guess.

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

don't understand. This guy's a crisp fucking angel. He pops up everywhere.

He slows me down, Tan, before he catches me. I am dead.

Dead. Dead.

Hold on.

Want to 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?

That game's up, big boy.

Where's the case?

Tell me, and I promise, I'll only shoot you enough.

Whoa, whoa, um, is this reflective?

What?

I do love an accent.

Or 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 IV.

No, no, you hold on to it.

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

loaded gun.

Who's on speaker?

Be honest.

We're not finished.

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

you open up that case.

That could take. No, no, it won't.

I'll 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 there for the man who killed his

son. Yeah, but Glock is getting to it. I can give a rat's ass. Not depending on

Red's, I mean, he's not the type, mate.

Think what? Do you like your arms?

You know I like my arms. No, someone's got to take the blame, don't they?

That's you or me?

Shit, that asshole stole my phone.

You're kidding me.

Oh, come on. Fuck about.

Right, what?

Well,

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

What is this complete waste of art?

What are you

thinking?

Is that all I can say to you?

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 dead 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 favour, 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 glass's twat, like, right to

the fuck now.

I'm going to 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.

Right. And, look, be careful.

Something else is going on here.

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

I swear to God, what did I say?

What did I say?

I said archive. Shoot me in the face. That's right.

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

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

No. Glasses. Yeah. He's not our guy.

Okay.

Shoot first.

Come up with the answers later.

I always do.

Lemon.

Yeah, man.

You be careful, too.

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

Seven more minutes, and I'm off the train.

Are you hiding any factors?

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

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

Boundaries. We need boundaries.

Whoa, there.

Oh, look at that.

I knew my luck would rub off on you.

Fuck.

What the fuck are you doing?

I am 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.

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

No,

no. It's inert 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

inert at all.

Do 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?

Come on out, I brought you here to fail.

You pushed my son on the roof.

Right. Bring me to the train.

Train 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 boom slang snake venom. It congeals the blood, making you bleed out

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 Cigarro. What is the Hornet doing on this train?

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

There's 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!

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.

Ten quid for that bottle of water, mate.

You

don't

want to talk to him about it?

Not particularly, no.

I don't know who 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 ought to get that.

It could be important.

No! Okay, maybe it's important.

Fuck it, I'm coming.

Yeah,

what you want?

Okay,

yeah, I can make it, but Lemony's a little tied up right now.

Both of you this time, with the kids, or everyone dies.

Fucking paranoid, this lot.

They don't own a case on you, do they?

No.

Yeah, don't think I've reached them in time anyway.

You've still got his phone.

Do you have a gun on you?

It's all right.

Well... Game's up, mate.

For what it's worth, you seem like a right fucking arsehole, and I'm glad

gonna fucking die with me.

That's nice.

I'm just curious.

I don't even know what Lemon looks like.

Wow.

You two do look like twins, huh?

Yeah, okay.

We got the case. Now what?

You'll take the train to Kyoto Station?

Mm -hmm. Yep.

Okay, we can do that. Wonderful.

Hey!

Have you opened the case?

No, of course not. Do you know what? I never asked for the combination.

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

Yeah.

No one gets greedy.

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

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

Sorry, what was that? Why do you even bother trying? I'm 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.

I had them.

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

Please.

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 on the back roof?

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

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

you've made.

You don't know anything.

About life, how hard it is.

You are just some spoiled girl who breaks her toys.

Your mummy, she had 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?

No. What about a silver case with a train sticker by the handle? Have you

that? It's not ringing any... Uncle Kimura, have you seen a 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

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 I'm saying?

Couldn't hurt to ask, you know. I'm just going to keep it on. 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 the

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 going to go find a temple and reevaluate my choices.

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

I still need a full guy.

No,

I understand.

I get it.

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

him back in one piece, or do I chop you up in a little piece and stuff you

inside a fucking moment one or not?

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

Hmm.

Or? Oh, what, you got a better idea, do you?

You know, before it's now 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 closed.

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

Which one is the duck?

The duck.

Thomas the train engine? Close.

Thomas the tank engine?

Please, mister.

This man, he kidnapped me and he said 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,

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 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.

Redley! You said you couldn't kill us both. You get no answers.

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

Sometimes you got to shoot first and come up with answers later.

One.

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

Two. Kill Waterloo. Three.

Am I dreaming?

Sorry, mate.

Not your lucky day.

I have a wire in my bag and I think that we can 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, he would do

awful, awful things to me.

Then why didn't you use this thing?

Yeah, he kidnapped you and gave you his gun.

No, no, no. Easy.

No, please.

I don't know how you think I'm... I don't know. Fuck me. 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 diesel.

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 got time.

Fuck you, you stay right there.

I'm glad you enjoyed the performance.

How did she do it?

I'm not sure.

Just lucky, I guess.

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

Kyoto Station, though. Kyoto.

Is this Find My Phone app?

Oh. Surprisingly accurate.

that they would have.

Boomerang snake, bitch.

That was no... You can really call it a... Hey,

bitch.

One little prick from Nick, you know what happens.

Yeah. Your blood congealed.

Clogging your teeth. You bleed on your... Fuck, I said yeah!

Wait, you bitch.

Stop. I'm taking that case.

I was brought with my money.

By who?

I don't know. It was all a lie.

They said my money was in the case.

What? Someone paid you to have the kid killed with his own ransom? Wow, that's

dark.

The Hornet did.

Lady, you can have the case.

Oh, but you've seen my face, bitch.

30 seconds before the

venom does its thing.

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. It doesn't... Can I

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?

Thank you.

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

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 I fucking deserve to be bleeding out of

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.

Morning rush hour is rolling in quite nicely.

What's your plan, mate? You're going to 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 of the line.

Oi!

You!

I know you.

You're that girl, aren't you?

Yeah, I never forget a face, mate.

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

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

He was wearing glasses and killed my uncle.

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

Thomas the Train and... Tank engine.

Yeah, 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 player and that a pretty girl makes a good hostage.

Yeah, well, we 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. Thank you. Yeah,

yeah, it's all right. I don't know what you're doing here, anyway.

Huh. Are you okay?

Diesel. The absolute fucking worst.

Little shit -stirrer.

See, Lemon... ...got to rest his soul.

He was a don.

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

He was right.

There's been a Diesel...

and 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.

Oh my God, Mr. Bleed! Help me!

What are you doing, you villain?

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 going to hurt you.

It's okay.

We're getting off this train.

We make the next stop.

Okay, kid, come on. Kid, come on.

I can't. My back can't get stuck. Leave it. Let's go.

We gotta go.

No, I can't. Right now, little 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 out of you. Make sure you do something that brings you

peace, because everything else is 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. Uh, 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.

I'm going to grab your bag.

a snake.

Would you know where my son is?

Everything.

You are the person who pushed my grandson

off the department to our 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 the train.

The white death.

That's right.

My grandson was pushed off a roof.

What makes you think I would leave him unprotected?

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.

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

antivenom in me today, so I'm good.

Probably.

The girl.

Her intentions with you were not honorable.

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

All about a blind man. She was pretty convincing.

What did you do? 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 try that 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.

Almost.

Do you know what they call a ladybug in Japan?

Tentoumushi. The boy.

I was told there is a spot on its 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 cut 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.

You just talked to me.

Me too.

Twice.

Still, you had enough.

What happened?

Oh.

Oh.

Mind how?

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fucking best one.

Oh, you drank the water.

Where the fuck is my brother?

Promise, anyway, right?

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

the fucking throat! Hey! Hey!

Hey!

When we are so quick to anger, we are slow to understand.

When you

point a finger at someone in blame, there are four fingers pointing back at

Three. That's weird. Fuck off, you sick! You don't know what I'm talking about!

Gentlemen!

Get off me!

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

He resents the farmer.

So how do plums have fucking resentments now? The white death is a farmer.

We're the plums. We're the plums?

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

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 had 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 some time.

Deutsche. Hey,

fellas, I'm looking for Mr.

Death. Got his case here.

Easy, easy.

Hurt people hurt people.

I came to see you.

And to make you finally see me.

I came here to kill you.

like you did all the others who tried the same.

You found the American!

What about the others?

They're all dead.

Good news is I have your case.

Hey, good news.

Good news.

Hurry.

Let's go.

All right, Tommy.

Time for you to shut up.

Oh, shit, if things are Japanese.

There is no episode in Japanese. What the f... Get

on the ground!

Man, I got a bad feeling about this.

We have no idea what's in that case. What are you talking about? Why has it

always got to be us that opens the shit? Just open the goddamn case.

I like to keep my fucking arms.

Uh, Mr. Death, if I may.

The shadow buyer who bought all our contracts, got us all on this train. Me?

The Hornet. The Tangerine Lemon.

Oh.

That was you, right?

Yes, very astute.

I brought you on this train hoping you'd kill each other. Okay. Well, um, 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 going to protect us?

My wife was taken from me.

I heard. I'm so sorry for your loss. It was 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, went 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 cave.

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.

Uh, 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. Oh shit. Oh shit.

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

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

Dude, all you do is talk about trains. Man, tell me there's a metaphor for

not how to actually drive. Get down!

Ha! Yeah!

was like what oh sorry you

shot me twice

sorry

i shot you twice thanks man

rude by fear.

Fear of the one thing deep down you cannot control.

I want bubble milk tea. How about a wagon wheel?

I hate you. I love you.

What about your wife?

I had nothing to do with that.

It's a mistake. I'm not Carver.

I only do snack and grab job.

Carver, I want the Carver. I hired 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...

Oh,

come on.

Just let it go, bro.

Don't call me bro!

Okay.

Dude, did you see that?

What was that?

Dude.

What?

plums. Shouldn't the plums 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... Wait, wait, wait.

What? Fuck the family.

You need some suggested reading, if I may.

Surviving borderline personality disorder.

What? Highly recommend it. I... I... I am the wife now!

What was that?

Was that karma? Was that karma?

Well, well.

Tento, Mushi.

Tanjiro.

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.

Please don't make me regret it.

Okay, don't. Don't. What's happening to your face?

Are you crying?

There's a lot to process.

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

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?

Taxi 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 hold on.

Holy moly.

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.

Oh, the zombie 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 flew away.

But the sun is shining down on me. And to say, yeah.

I'm alive!

I'm alive!

Oh, fuck me. Fuck me.

Come on, you fucker.

Fucker!

Stop! Stop! Fucking stop!

Tangerines. Fuck.