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June 5th, 1972.

On a hot humid night, deep in the southern United States,

one baby let out his first cry in a hospital.

However, this baby took his last breath in his mother's arms

before even seeing the first light of day.

Until this point in her life, this young mother had a hard life,

and felt hopelessly miserable.

This baby had become her only pride and joy,

and her only hope for a bright future.

Thus, she refused to accept the baby's death.

Before the doctor and the nurses saw that the baby died,

the mother slipped out of her bed like a ghost.

She found another baby born on the same day,

and left her dead baby in its place.

She then kept the baby as her own.

The swapped baby had a fraternal twin.

She was never questioned,

and no one suspected foul play.

Mommy, whose grave is this?

That's my birthday.

He died the same day?

Enrico,

you had a younger brother.

He was your twin,

but he died at the hospital moments after you were born.

Pray for him.

After his passing,

we named him Domenic.

1987

Oh Lord, answer my plea.

My brother passed away on the day we were born.

Why did fate choose him and not me?

Why… must there be happiness and misfortune?

What is true happiness?

Father Pucchi was 15 years old at the time.

His paternal grandmother was an Italian immigrant.

She came from a family with ties to a prestigious clan in Venice

which hailed a well-known clergyman in the 18th century.

When the young man showed interest in pursuing priesthood,

no one spoke out against this decision.

What did you do? Who are you?

What are you doing here?

Hey!

Is this your book?

This is a famous autobiography of a cleric who had an affair with a married woman.

He later left the church and became a painter.

Do clergymen read such books?

Who are you, and how did you get inside?

This ossuary is closed to the public except on Sundays.

You see, I'm allergic to sunlight.

The sun won't set until 6:19 p.m. tonight.

I'm unable to leave until then,

so that's why I was resting here.

All right.

Is there anything I can do for you?

No.

I see.

I pity you.

I won't tell Father about this,

so you should leave at sunset.

You're an interesting fellow.

What's that?

You won't force me to leave?

I could be a thief who snuck in to steal the artwork here,

or even worse.

Or maybe you're just saying that I can stay,

but you're going to report me.

Is that your wish?

No thief would lie and say that they're allergic to sunlight.

Not even the devil would tell a lie like that.

Hold on.

Did you sprain your ankle?

Was that my fault? Are you hurt?

Oh, no.

It's not your fault. I was born with this.

My left toes are bent,

but I can walk around just fine.

Do you believe in the force of gravity?

You tripped on me for a reason.

What are you saying?

Take this stone arrowhead.

If you have no use for it, that's fine.

But isn't it gravity that draws people to each other?

I don't know what impression you have of me,

but I travel to meet people.

If you ever wish to see me again,

wish upon this arrow and call me.

No matter how far in the future that may be.

Do you understand?

Just keep me in your back burner.

At sunset,

I will leave.

What's this?

My foot! The toes!

They're straight!

Wait! Who are you?

1988

Father.

Please hear me out.

I must confess my sins.

Sorry,

let me go get the priest…

My body is stricken with an illness.

I don't have much longer.

But my confession isn't about this illness.

It concerns my family.

It was 16 years ago, on June 5th.

My baby died, so I took another woman's baby,

and swapped the two babies while no one was looking.

I took one of the twins.

I cannot express how terrible I feel for the baby's mother.

But I poured my heart into raising this baby.

I had a happy life.

He grew up to be a great boy.

Shouldn't I tell him that he has a twin brother

before I leave this world?

What if I tell him the truth,

and my son leaves me before I die?

So…

Do you know the other family?

They live in a large estate in the neighboring town.

The couple's name is Pucchi.

Seriously?

What's so good about a juice delivery boy?

Gross.

I bet he's a coward.

-I love that. -Forget him, his family's probably poor.

He doesn't even go to high school.

That's why he works.

Perla, isn't that your bag?

He snatched it!

Thief!

Someone stop him!

-Woo-hoo! -Yes!

Oh, crap!

I broke the store window.

I'll get fired from this part-time delivery job.

My school doesn't even allow students to work.

Weather Report's real name is Wes Aquamarine.

He was 16 at the time.

He was innocent in every sense of the word,

and he relentlessly pursued justice.

Well… Thanks.

That was my bag he tried to steal.

I'll tell everyone that the thief smashed the window.

-Really? -Of course.

Now go.

I'm Wes.

People call me Weather.

Can I see you again?

Two months have passed since that confession.

Father Pucchi was under distress.

Though not yet appointed a priest,

he is obliged to keep the privacy of the believers.

He must keep the confession a secret.

Otherwise,

he would be deemed unworthy as a clergyman.

That mother wants to take her secret to her grave.

Had I been able to convince her to tell the truth,

how will we cope, and how will my younger brother react?

Will we be able to treat our families the same?

I'm home.

Welcome back.

Why are you spaced out on the porch?

Did something happen at school?

Please, Enrico.

Don't tell Mom and Dad about this!

What?

My grades are slipping.

I'll make up for it, but there's something on my mind.

I'm dating someone.

We met only two weeks ago,

but I really like him.

It's like our hearts are connected. I've never felt like this.

I'm happy for you, Perla.

Enrico…

Let me tell you how this went.

Father Pucchi never told his sister Perla,

that Weather was their biological brother.

I want you to judge the rest of the events.

Who committed a sin?

Is it the mother, who swapped the babies?

Or is it Father Pucchi's parents?

Is it Father Pucchi?

Is it the younger brother Weather, who knows nothing?

Father Pucchi looked into Weather, the man his sister loved.

After learning the shocking truth,

Father Pucchi had only one choice to make.

I can't let my sister get hurt, no matter what!

You're that wealthy kid who goes to divinity school.

Should you be doing this?

If you succeed, I'll give you double.

I have two requests.

One, do not ask any questions.

Two, make them break up.

If I can get some thugs to threaten Wes,

he'll break up with my sister.

That's all Perla will experience,

nothing but an ordinary heartbreak.

This won't leave a permanent scar.

However, Father Pucchi barely knew anything

about this private investigator, a jack of all trades.

How keen he was to information, nor the darkness he carried.

It is the darkness this society had, which was allowed by law a century ago.

It is a despicable old history.

I can't believe what I learned about Wes's birth.

In 1972, his mother married

a black man in the city.

That makes him the son of a black man.

The private detective gathered other zealots.

Weather!

Perla…

What are you doing? You're all drunk!

We won't hurt you.

He's the one we need to punish.

Come give me a kiss.

One for this officer too!

You're a whore pretending to be a proper little missy.

Fool around with whomever you want,

but this bastard isn't allowed to kiss you, not even a little.

Your brother wanted this done.

And as for the woman who gave birth to you,

we set her house on fire.

Who was the one truly being punished?

Was it Weather, Perla, or…

They all tried to love in their own ways.

These are the facts.

Father Pucchi's love brought the worst outcome.

Weather was hung high on a tree by a cliff,

and left to die.

Perla truly had a pure heart,

which was filled with a soft breeze until this moment.

Their love was like the warm spring sun.

However…

In my heart,

there will never be another drop of rain.

And with those words,

Perla threw herself down into the lake below the cliff.

She did not know that Weather had a slight pulse.

Why?

How could this happen?

Why did I pursue the path of priesthood?

Why do people meet?

Had they never met,

this would have never happened.

No!

Stop that!

Don't make the sign of the cross at my sister!

Dammit.

Please, just don't take Perla's life!

Perla is innocent.

She only fell in love!

I'll do anything to bring her back!

I'm the one who should be punished!

Do you believe in the force of gravity?

We met for a reason.

If you wish,

come see me.

It's him.

That was his voice.

I want to see him.

He once healed my bent toes in the ossuary.

Why did I forget about him until now?

That's right, he gave me…

an arrowhead-like thing.

What is going on?

The arrowhead in my pocket?

Once a life is lost,

you cannot bring it back.

But it's up to you.

If you wish from deep within your heart,

you can retrieve her memory.

It's the memories of her heart.

This is your awakening.

Who the hell are you?

The idiot who wanted an affair investigated?

If you don't want to get shot, show your dirty face--

What's this?

If you know, then tell me.

What?

I heard you know everything.

What made these snails emerge out of the blue?

Where do they come from?

Why is it only happening near me?

Who the hell are you?

You said Perla's brother asked you to split us.

Is that true?

No, you can't be…

What are these snails?

Damn. I knew it, I can't die.

The gunpowder is soaked.

But only when I try to shoot myself.

Why am I still alive?

Weather was full of rage.

He was enraged at those who persecuted him,

at the fact that he was alive,

and that he couldn't save Perla.

Once Weather learned about Perla's death,

he jumped off the cliff.

Just then, there was a strong gust of wind.

He also tried to drown himself in the lake,

but the waves brought him back to shore.

Why won't you let me die with Perla?

His anger was one of despair.

His vengeance spread to all, not just to the townspeople.

On the fourth night,

a horde of snails swarmed the town.

Why snails?

Where did they come from?

No one knew.

The only one who understood the cause of this incident

was Father Pucchi, who woke up in a hospital.

Wes… no, Weather did this.

My brother isn't dead.

We are twins.

My awakening led to his.

Just as I sought her memory, so did Weather, though subconsciously.

If these snails are here to crawl up my arm,

then I have to go kill my brother.

I will resort to any and every method from now on.

I will even take lives.

Once my score with Weather is settled,

I will go see him.

His name is Dio.

Why do people's paths cross?

If anyone can tell me, it's him.

I must know it.

The answer to this question is the strongest power in this world.

It must also be the truth.

Are you satisfied?

Your sister Perla died because of your request.

And…

I can't suppress my rage.

We have a score to settle.

You're wrong.

It's because I am your older brother.

But that ends today.

Weather, meet your end.

Weather, you are in my way.

Now die,

and take those rainbows with you.

Vanish with Perla and all your memories.

A man with no memories might as well be dead.

Live as if you're dead trapped in a cage.

Inmate MA152403.

Imprisoned!

My sole purpose in life

is to settle my score with him.

So you've been revived.

Your memories returned!

But I thought you were going to meet up with Jolyne!

I'm only with you to find Jolyne!

You shouldn't go find Jolyne.

It'll be a waste of time.

Moreover,

I need someone to finish me off.

Kill me.

I'm counting on you, Anasui.

That's why these beetles are called snail eaters!

These buggers!

Get in, guys!

They're coming in through the cracks!

What do we do, Jolyne?

Whether inside or outside the car,

it's over once we get devoured.

We'll go meet up with Weather as we're being eaten!

Subtitle translation by: Megumi Hunter