Original subtitles

BIRTH OF A MONSTER

London Bridge is broken down

Broken down, broken down

London Bridge is broken down

My fair lady

What's for dinner?

What do you want? You can choose.

I can?

Then I want some big ol' roast beef!

I'll eat gobs and gobs!

Oh my! Is that any way to talk?

Oh, some bread! And it's a big piece!

You again?

This rubbish bin is my restaurant's rubbish bin!

Whether it's leftovers or scraps you want from it, you'll have to pay!

And if you can't, then don't ever come back, you filthy rat!

I-I'm sorry. I'll never come again.

Please…

just this once, let me go.

I beg you!

THE BOY WHO WOULD BECOME JACK (AGE 12)

Malice.

Rage.

Scorn.

Contempt.

H-Hey!

I'll never do it again!

Please, forgive me! I beg you!

The colour of superiority.

Well, all right. Let go of me.

Now, shoo. And don't ever come back.

Yes, sir!

I got a ton of stuff today! Mother will be happy!

W-Wait!

This isn't what we agreed on!

That's far more than you deserve!

Know your place, you decrepit whore!

Mother?

MARY JACK'S MOTHER

Mother!

Did he hit you?

Are you all right?

Mother?

I'm just fine. This is nothing.

You're the one who's injured!

It's nothing. I'm perfectly fine.

No! What if it got infected?

With the money I just made,

we can buy medicine for your wound.

Thank goodness.

Thank you, Mother.

You… You are my only hope.

Mother…

She's so beautiful.

Mother, you're the most beautiful person in London… no, the whole world.

The boy loved seeing his mother's emotions more than anything.

BROTHEL

Reading again, huh?

You really do like that.

But there's not much point in educating a whoreson.

Ann, drinking too much is bad for you.

Oh, is that so? Such sage advice.

Then I'll have to find out just how bad it is for me.

Your mum with a client?

Yeah.

What do men see in that old hag?

Some guys have strange tastes.

And I haven't had a customer all day.

Being born in a place like this is a damn shame. For you too.

I just don't understand why you're the only one she gave birth to.

The boy's mother was impregnated by her clients five times.

She had all of them aborted.

But for whatever reason, she kept the sixth child

and raised him herself.

You really are a pitiable child.

Pitiable?

Why?

"Why"? Don't you think this is the most miserable place in the world?

Ann, I'm the happiest person in the world!

His mother wanted him, and his mother loved him.

That was the only source of the boy's pride and comfort.

I got a huge piece of cheese today! Mother is sure to be pleased!

No!

Mother?

What happened?

I rushed in when she suddenly started wailing.

Apparently, the man she fancied long ago got married.

What's this?

It's a handbill for that popular play.

He promised me

that he'd come back for me when he gained success as a playwright.

He swore he'd come back for me.

He promised me!

Whores like us hear that kind of garbage all the time.

You're a fool for believing a promise made 13 years ago.

Mother, here's some water.

Mother, it'll be fine.

You've still got me.

Don't touch me!

D-Don't you worry. I'll protect you, Mother.

We can still…

Mother!

Shut up!

Shut up…

Mother!

Damn it all!

I wish I'd never given birth to you!

If I can't have him, there's no reason to have you around!

Like the others,

I should have scraped you out of my belly with a wire!

M-Mother?

I'm…

Damn it all!

Dammit!

Damn it all to hell!

Then the boy understood everything.

The color he believed was his mother's love

wasn't actually for him.

He was nothing more than a tool meant to connect her to her love.

That's the colour I'm so used to seeing.

It's that colour…

You filthy rat!

Stay away! You reek!

No, Mother.

You shouldn't be that disgusting colour.

Mother…

Don't you worry.

I will…

You little--

I will release you from that colour!

Wait. What is this colour?

Is this colour… fear?

It's pushing aside all other emotions, overcoming all the other colours,

and is dominating her whole body.

I've never seen this colour in my life.

Such a beautiful colour…

Why you little--

Mother… You're incredible!

You've become so beautiful, Mother!

Mother, so do I.

I love you too.

Who are you?

Are you Jack…

Mr. Jack Smith?

Oh… I see.

Y-You must be a fan of mine.

You scared me.

Or is it money you want?

Just stay calm. I can give you all the money you want!

Just spare my life!

"And there be souls…"

God's above all; "and there be souls must be saved

and there be souls must not be saved.""

Huh?

What? You don't know that?

Shakespeare wrote that.

It was in the book you left behind…

Father.

What? I have no idea who you--

The boy disappeared into the crowds of London.

In the late 19th century,

the industrial revolution brought not only great prosperity

to the world's largest city,

but also unfathomable darkness.

London Bridge is broken down

Broken down, broken down

London Bridge is broken down

My fair lady

My fair lady…

While we're alive,

each person's heart is a jumble of different emotions.

However, at the moment of death, when it is dominated by only fear,

it is filled with only that single, pure, unadulterated emotion.

It is truly, truly a beautiful sight.

I hate to break it to you, but when I die, there won't be a hint of fear.

There is only one thing that I fear!

The moment justice ceases to exist!

Jack's using his throwing knives again to open up the distance!

But Hercules closed in instantly!

That's your death knell.

Your funeral bell.

Jack the Ripper uses his grappling hook again!

He's scaling Big Ben for dear life!

That's pointless.

Now it's all over.

THE SEVENTH LABOR CRETAN BULL

Cretan Bull!

What is he going to hit him with this time?

It's all over for Jack the Ripper!

Jack's attacking out of desperation! That's not even a weapon!

That's pointless.

How many times do I have to say it?

Only a divine weapon can injure me!

Alcides!

Hercules!

Hercules!

Yes, I have heard you tell me several times.

So, how do you find it?

My fair lady…

Th-This is unthinkable!

Hercules' left arm

was sliced clean off by the face of Big Ben!

I see.

So that's the true weapon.

Ah, so at last you've realized it, sir?

Oh, now I get it.

He duped us good.

What?

You still don't get it?

What?

When Jack said that satchel was his Völundr,

that was a lie too.

A lie? Then what…

His real Völundr

aren't those crazy scissors or that bottomless satchel,

but his gloves.

I'm quite certain that whatever those gloves touch

becomes a Divine Treasure.

They're turned into Divine Treasures?

To make us believe that his weapons all came from that satchel

and that they were limited in size,

he attacked with it over and over and over, again and again,

and convinced Hercules that it was true.

But it was all to get in that single strike.

Hercules fell for it completely.

Everything Jack did was a bluff.

Dammit!

Dammit!

Dammit!

That bastard!

I wonder, was this planned all along…

by that wicked woman?

The real Divine Treasure is his gloves?

That's right.

I didn't tell you, did I?

Th-Then you knew what Jack's Divine Treasure was the whole time,

and that he was laying a trap for Hercules.

You knew this would happen, didn't you?

Yes, I arranged for it to be this way.

You're next,

Hlökk.

You outta your gourd?

Why the heck do I gotta be the Völundr for that bloodthirsty killer?

Even for you, Brünnhilde,

no freakin' way!

First of all, for a Valkyrie to become a human's Völundr

our spirits have to become one.

There's no way in heck I'm gonna let my spirit

become one with that homicidal maniac!

Sorry, but get somebody else.

I will not. I've already chosen you.

That does it!

How can you just decide that?

That settles it! No freakin' way!

I swear I'll never…

Oh, are you to be my partner,

you darling little girl?

I-Is this him?

When did he get here?

Is he really a human?

I'm never working with you!

Don't worry.

All we'll do is make our spirits one.

S-Stop!

Brünnhilde!

Help me!

Brünnhilde… No…

My, you've turned a lovely colour!

Our spirits… our colours… meld together…

to become a Divine Treasure.

Völundr!

No!

Good girl.

You can't be serious!

How awful, forcing her to become Völundr!

You mean you forced Hlökk to go to battle against her will?

Her power was necessary to win this battle.

Hlökk, the 11th of the 13 Valkyries.

The power imbued in her name is

Saber-Rattler!

I must say, gloves most certainly should be made-to-order.

They simply fit so much better.

What's more…

anything touched by these gloves…

Even a mere pebble becomes powerful enough to bore through a wall.

Even the face of a clock

becomes a weapon that can slay a god.

Yes,

for one as clever as you, I think you already comprehend

what this means for you.

It can't be!

Everything that guy touches…

Every inch of London is a weapon!

Subtitle translation by: Brian Athey