Isle of Dogs Page #4

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through the use of bribery,

extortion, intimidation,

and violent force.

My compliments.

(APPLAUSE)

Brains have been washed.

Wheels have been greased.

Fear has been mongered.

Now we prepare

for the final stage

of our conspiracy-theory:

the permanent end

to the Canine

Saturation-crisis.

NELSON:
We believe we've

recovered a viable DNA sample

from this article

of damaged aviation equipment.

We're going to check it

right now

if you care to observe.

(BEEPING)

(NEWS ANCHOR

SPEAKING JAPANESE)

(CAMERA CLICKS)

We call upon

dog-lovers everywhere

to harken

to this transmission:

(ATARI SPEAKING JAPANESE)

May-day! May-day!

Unscheduled Junior Turbo-Prop

in severe distress

over Sapporo River.

Engine-failure, and-

-detachment of left wing.

Will attempt emergency-landing

on Trash Island coast.

Please, make note

of the following:

to my security-detail /

bodyguard-dog,

Spots Kobayashi,

if still living,

I leave

all my worldly possessions.

If Spots has preceded me

into the next life,

I ask that everything,

including my own bones

and Spots' carcass,

be burned

in a crematory furnace,

with our ashes scattered

to the four-winds.

It will not amount to much

pollution in this sad land.

If I survive,

ignore this message.

I've gone to find my dog.

Young masters

of Megasaki:
unite!

Turpentine brandy.

It cools the head

and warms the dog-bones.

It may snow tonight.

Really? Thank you

very much. Wow.

To whom it may concern.

- She sees the future.

- (SCOFFS) No.

She understands T.V.

(WEATHERMAN SPEAKING JAPANESE)

(SNEEZES)

You seek a dog named Spots.

- Dog-Zero.

- Dog-Zero.

As you know, most of

the animals on this island

come from human homes

with domesticated

back-grounds.

However, a small population

of savage, aboriginal dogs

have been scavenging

the Metropolitan

Dumping-Grounds

for nearly a decade.

The graffiti on this wall

depicts the story.

They were born into captivity

on the ends of the fringes

of the most distant reaches

of the island.

They endured

great suffering and cruelty

at the hands

of their former masters.

Finally, in the wake of

an Act of God, they escaped-

to a harsh

and desperate freedom.

Some say they died away

over the subsequent years,

starving and forgotten.

Some say they swam

to the mainland,

but this seems unlikely.

Too far to dog-paddle.

Some say

they're still with us,

in the Far-away Cuticles,

beyond the Middle Fingers.

We know the animal you seek.

He has appeared

in Oracle's visions.

(MAN SPEAKING JAPANESE ON TV)

A prophecy suggests itself:

Spots, if he's alive,

may very well be living,

even at this moment,

as a captive prisoner

abducted into the company

of these wild, savage dogs.

Oracle, what do you think?

What?

Continue your journey.

Have faith in your cause.

Luck and good fortune

be unto you.

You heard the rumor, right?

About these aboriginal dogs.

BOSS:
Remind me again.

CHIEF:
What's the rumor?

Uh, they're cannibals.

So you're telling me they're

going to want to eat us?

Well, they're cannibals.

(SPEAKING JAPANESE)

We're approaching

the end of Old Trash Island.

To the west:
the Sapporo River

and Megasaki City.

(DOGS SNEEZING)

To the east:
the open-sea.

To the north:
a long, rickety

cause-way

over a noxious sludge-marsh

leading to

a radio-active land-fill

polluted by toxic

chemical-garbage.

That's our destination.

BOSS:
Great.

KING:
Got it.

Get ready to jump.

Atari, I'm going to drag you

overboard with my teeth,

since you can't understand

the plan.

After that,

we're back on foot.

The next stage...

Where'd they...

- Where'd they go?

- (CHIEF SNEEZES)

What are they doing

over there?

How did this happen?

What's going on

with this contraption?

If we get separated,

which we are:

rendez-vous at the cause-way!

CHIEF:
You're not our leader!

What?

CHIEF:
You're not our leader!

We all are!

Let's take a vote!

(REX GRUMBLES)

All in favor of my plan,

which is to rendez-vous

at the cause-way...

(ENGINE STARTS)

(ATARI GRUNTS)

Let's go.

No, you can't ride

the Pagoda-Slide.

You're below the safety-limit,

anyway. Let's go.

We made an emergency plan,

even if we didn't get to vote

and agree to it yet:

rendez-vous at the cause-way

to the Far-away Cuticles,

and go find your dog.

Maybe everybody else

just got crushed,

compacted, and incinerated-

but we're going to be there.

Let's go.

Don't.

Repeat:

don't.

I am not your pet.

I never liked you.

I don't care about you.

I won't wait for you.

I bite.

Good luck.

(SCREAMS)

(SHOUTS IN JAPANESE)

(CRASHING)

(SPEAKING JAPANESE)

Oh, do this. Do that.

Our Masters. I'll do what I...

(MUMBLING)

(LAUGHS)

Hmm...

(ATARI WHISTLING)

(CONTINUES WHISTLING)

(CHIEF WHISTLING)

KING:
I suppose

if it was working right,

we'd be dead already.

Don't ask me

to fetch that stick.

Fetch-i!

Fetch-i!

I'm telling you:

I don't fetch.

Fetch-i!

I'm not doing this

because you commanded me to.

I'm doing it-

because I feel sorry for you.

Good boy.

Where'd you get that dog?

He looks like me

with a pink nose.

I come from a nine-dog litter,

but they drowned the sisters.

We're not a rare breed:

short-haired-Oceanic-

speckled-ear/

sport-hound-mix.

(STAMMERS)

I'm getting confused now.

My belly feels funny.

(WHISPERS) Biscuit-o.

I can't accept that.

It's for your dog.

(SPEAKING JAPANESE)

I've never been offered

a Puppy-Snap in my life.

I don't even know

what they taste like.

Okay, I'll try it.

Crunchy. Salty.

Supposedly, it cleans

your teeth.

This is my new favorite food.

Thank you.

(I WON'T HURT YOU PLAYING)

MAN:

My pale blue star

My rainbow, how good it is

to know you're like me

Strike me

with your lightning

Bring me down

and bury me with ashes

I won't hurt you

I won't hurt you

I won't hurt you

I won't hurt you

(OWL HOOTS)

Cold up here tonight.

We'll find him.

Wherever he is, if he's alive:

we'll find your dog.

I won't hurt you

I won't hurt you

I won't hurt you

I won't hurt you

I won't hurt you

I won't hurt you

(WOMAN SPEAKING JAPANESE

ON RADIO)

elected leader

of Megasaki City.

For 150 years,

you and your ancestors,

known as

the Kobayashi Dynasty,

a procession of

dog-hating thugs,

stooges, felons,

and their criminal underlings,

have betrayed and deceived

the citizens

of Uni Prefecture.

You make me so mad!

Professor Watanabe,

Science-Party Candidate,

deceased.

The wasabi in your blood

showed poison-levels

in excess of ten times

the maximum dosage required

to stop the heart of a whale.

Why'd you do it?

Atari Kobayashi, adopted ward

to the mayoral-household.

You heroically hi-jacked

a Junior Turbo-Prop XJ750

and flew it to the island...

(DOORBELL RINGING)

(CONVERSING IN JAPANESE)

You heroically,

as I was saying,

stole the little airplane,

because of your dog and...

(STAMMERS)

I lost my train of thought.

Dammit!

I've got a crush on you.

NARRATOR:
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