Isle of Dogs Page #3
maybe it's because of that
propeller-clutch stuck
in the side of his head
I can't say, I'm not a doctor,
but I think the little pilot's
got a screw loose.
Those are the cons.
You heard the rumor, right?
About the little pilot.
Which rumor?
What is that?
Kobayashi is
his distant uncle.
He's the mayor's ward.
- What?
- ALL:
Whoa.Be that as it may,
let's look at the pros.
That boy flew here, all alone,
and crash-landed
onto this island
for one reason;
one reason only:
to find his dog.
To the best of my knowledge,
no other master,
has made any effort
to do that.
They've forgotten
all about us.
first-light.
We'll cross
the Middle Fingers.
We'll find the tugboat
on the Dune.
We'll go see Jupiter
and Oracle.
They'll know what to do.
Let's take a vote.
All in favor say "Aye".
- ALL:
Aye.- CHIEF:
Nay.Who's the nay-sayer?
- ALL:
Him.- CHIEF:
Me.That kid is gonna get us all
put to sleep. Euthanized.
We won't find the dog,
but we will die trying.
Not a bad way to go.
You're out-voted, anyway.
(SPEAKING JAPANESE)
Science-Party Candidate
Professor Watanabe
has been placed
under house-arrest today
at Toho Mountain Ryokan
after offering sharp criticism
last night
of the
Kobayashi Administration's
Canine Saturation-crisis
policy:
(WATANABE SHOUTING)
(SPEAKING JAPANESE)
student Walker.
Thank you, Editor-Hiroshi.
You all know me.
I speak my mind,
and sometimes
that ruffles some feathers.
Please, forgive my bluntness.
Mayor Kobayashi is a crook,
and I hate him.
Right now,
during a hotly-contested
re-election year.
Dogs are dying
on a miserable island.
Gullible masters
have been brainwashed.
The Science-Party Candidate
is being held against his will
with no recourse
to legal counsel.
Somebody is up to something.
(STUDENTS SPEAKING JAPANESE)
a conspiracy theory?
I have a hunch.
I don't print hunch.
(STUDENTS CHATTERING)
Huh?
I'll spell it out.
I believe
Municipal Dome propaganda
has deliberately stoked
irrational, Anti-Dog fear
and suppressed a medically
proven Dog-Flu treatment
in order to promote
a secret campaign
to turn the country against
its innocent house-pets.
There. I said it.
Can you prove it?
I don't know.
To tell you the truth:
I don't know.
MAN:
I've lost all of my pride
I've been to paradise
and out the other side
NARRATOR:
Part Two:"The Search for Spots."
With no one to guide me
inside me
An untouched diamond
That's golden and brilliant
without illumination
Your mouth's
a constellation
The stars are in your eyes
I'll take a spaceship
and try and go and find you
NARRATOR:
The Middle Fingersof Trash Island
wind and weave up-river,
inter-stitched
by zig-zagging pipe-lines
and rusty viaducts.
The ruins of
a failed utility-complex
washed-out by tsunami.
The rubble of an abandoned
power-plant
demolished by earthquake.
The remains of a deserted
industrial estate
destroyed by volcanic blast.
I won't hurt you
I won't hurt you
I won't hurt you
I won't hurt you
NARRATOR:
The Old Trash IslandAthletic Club,
member-less
and long-forgotten.
KING:
Okay, I got a question.What's your favorite food?
REX:
A double-portionof Doggy-Chop from the can
mixed into a bowl
of broken Puppy-Snaps
with a vitamin
crushed up into it.
BOSS:
King's the spokes-dogfor that.
He's the Doggy-Chop dog.
KING:
Mmm. Used to be.DUKE:
Was thatyour daily meal?
REX:
Not always. My masterwas a school-teacher.
We weren't rich,
you know. You?
KING:
A center-cut Koberib-eye, seared,
on the bone,
with salt and pepper.
REX:
Wow.KING:
It was my birthdaysupper. Every year.
BOSS:
Mine's hot-sausage,yakitori-style.
saved me one on game-days.
KING:
Hmm. Duke?DUKE:
Ah, green-tea ice cream.My master had a sweet-tooth.
from her.
(SNEEZES)
You heard the rumor, right?
About Doggy-Chop.
Remind us again.
What rumor?
Oh, they folded.
Oh, no.
Doggy... Doggy-Chop folded?
How about you, Chief?
What was your favorite food?
Me? Oh, I don't care.
Garbage, trash,
scraps of rubbish.
I'm used to left-overs.
ALL:
Hmm.REX:
Yeah, yeah.CHIEF:
Of course,I wasn't always a stray.
Wait. What'd you say?
I said I wasn't always
a stray.
REX:
Really? Since when?BOSS:
Tell us about that.(CHIEF SIGHS)
I've been hunted by
dog-catchers all my life.
I'm not easy to trap.
I've only got three captures
on my record
where I actually got sent
to the pound, I mean,
and the first two times,
but the third time...
(WIND HOWLING)
finish digging
the break-out-tunnel.
It was a big family.
Five kids.
Two other dogs, already.
They stuck me
in the back of a station-wagon
and drove me out
to the middle of the sticks.
Grass, trees, swimming pool.
Cartoons on TV.
Anyway, one morning
a week later,
the youngest boy,
his name was Toshiro,
woke me up at 6:
15,bright-eyed, wide-awake,
and he tried to pet me.
He didn't mean anything by it.
He was just being friendly.
Apparently, I bit him so hard,
Blood all over
the kitchen floor.
They rushed him
to the emergency room
and I got pad-locked out
in the tool-shed
with the lights out.
It gave me some time to think.
What happened?
Why did I do that?
To this day, I have no idea.
I bite.
That night, an old woman,
she must've been
the grandmother
brought me out a bowl of some
homemade hibachi-chili.
for me,
personally -but who knows?
Maybe it was just
more left-overs. But...
You've got a tick.
(SPITS)
Anyway, that's my favorite
food I ever ate.
The old woman made
a great bowl of chili.
I dug my way out by morning,
jumped on the back
of a dump-truck,
and hitched back to Megasaki.
I was always a street-dog,
let's face it.
(RUSTLING)
Somebody's stalking us.
(SPEAKING JAPANESE)
As you know, we all hate dogs.
Chairman Fujimoto-san,
President of
Kobayashi Pharmaceutical.
You secretly introduced
mega-quantities
of infected fleas
and contagious tick-larvae
into a metropolitan
city center,
creating an unprecedented
animal-disease out-break.
Thank you.
(APPLAUSE)
General Yamatachi-san,
Commander of the Megasaki
Municipal Task force.
You oversaw the deportation
of over 750,000 caged-animals
to a nearly uninhabitable
off-shore refuse-center.
Good work.
(APPLAUSE)
Supervisor Kitano-san,
Director
of Kobayashi Robotics.
You developed the most
promising artificial life-form
in the history
of corporate-technology-
and a powerful new weapon,
to boot.
Well done.
(APPLAUSE)
Yakuza Nakamura-san,
Head of
the Clenched-Fist Gang.
You eliminated
all Pro-Dog opposition
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