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Presented by Tokuma Shoten & Tokuma Japan

Who...

Who are you?

Angel's Egg

Executive Producer: Yasuyoshi Tokuma

Producers: Tatsumi Yamashita & Hideo Ogata

Original Story: Mamoru Oshii & Yoshitaka Amano

Co-Producers: Koki Miura, Yutaka Wada,

Masao Kobayashi & Hiroshi Hasegawa

Cast: Jinpachi Nezu & Mako Hyodo

Background/Layout Supervisor: Shichiro Kobayashi

Animation Director: Yasuhiro Nakura

Art Director: Yoshitaka Amano

Music: Yoshihiro Kanno

Sound Director: Shigeharu Shiba

Cinematographer: Juro Sugimura

Editor: Seiji Morita

Written and Directed by Mamoru Oshii

You must keep what you treasure within your belly,

or you will lose it.

What might be inside that egg?

I can't tell you that.

I mean, I don't know you.

If an egg is not cracked open,

there is no way of telling what it contains.

Who... are you?!

Don't follow me!

There must be fish.

Fish?

None are to be found.

Chasing them is pointless. There are no fish anywhere.

I beg of you.

Don't do anything to my egg.

Promise me.

This way!

This tree...

I have seen one like it before.

When could it have been?

It was so long ago, I barely remember.

Beneath a sky filled with clouds rolling loudly by,

the pitch black horizon

suddenly heaved and gave birth to a giant tree.

Drawing vitality from the earth, its pulsing branches stretched,

and grasped something.

The egg's inhabitant.

A slumbering, colossal bird.

What became of that bird? Where is it?

It remains there even now, endlessly dreaming.

Dreaming? What do birds dream of?

You still won't tell me what is inside that egg?

How long have you been here?

Your many bottles offer an answer?

Even I cannot remember where I came from.

And where I am bound.

Perhaps I never knew.

You'll go away somewhere?

"I will destroy man whom I created from the face of the earth;

"both man, and beast, and the creeping thing, and the fowls of the air;

for it repenteth me that I have made them."

"For seven days, I will cause it to rain forty days and nights;

and every living substance that I made will I destroy."

"After seven days,

the flood waters were upon the earth."

"All the fountains of the deep broken up,

and heaven's windows were opened. Rain fell forty days and nights."

"The ark went upon the face of the waters."

"All flesh died that moved on the earth, fowl, cattle, and beast,

"and every creeping thing upon the earth, and every man:

"All in whose nostrils was life's breath,

"of all that was in the dry land, died.

And Noah only remained alive, and those with him in the ark."

"He sent forth a dove, to see if the waters were abated

from off the face of the ground."

"Which returned not again unto him any more."

Where did the bird touch down? Or did it burn out and drown?

There was no way of knowing.

So people continued to await its return.

They waited, and grew tired,

until they forgot the bird's release, and the bird itself.

The world sunken underwater as well.

Where they came from, how long they will stay, and where they will go.

A tale so ancient, beasts have since turned to stone.

I cannot recall when and where I saw that bird. It is but a distant memory.

Or perhaps it was a dream.

You and I, like those fish,

might be mere memories of people long gone,

in a deserted world where only falling rain moves.

Or perhaps that bird never existed.

It does exist.

It exists here.

It does exist.

It does exist.

I found it.

That has turned to stone, but it's inside.

I'll warm it and hatch it!

The bird that I found.

I knew it.

I knew it had to be so.

Do you hear something?

I do. The sound of faint breathing.

That is the sound of your chest.

I hear wings too.

It must be dreaming of flying through the sky...

That is the sound of the wind outside.

It's almost time. Now, it's dreaming inside this,

but I'll show you too. It's almost time.

So until then, we'll stay here.

Here, no rain falls,

and it's so warm...

Who... are you?

Who might you be?

Who...

Who are you?