Stacy Page #3

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Amazing!

You fell asleep right in front of me!

Shibu-san, you've really grown up!

What are you talking about?

What's with the outfit?

I found it in the storage room,

so I put it on.

Was that wrong?

No, it's just that you were

wearing that in my dream too.

If I keep writing this thing...

I wonder if Matsui will get mad?

Eiko:
"It doesn't matter that they parted,

because they found each other again."

What are you doing?

The old man is throwing up.

Ten years ago there was

a string of murders around here.

Only junior high and high school

students were killed. Remember?

No, I keep telling you.

I quit!

I'm quitting Romero.

You guys are nuts.

Why doesn't this bother you?

You kill these innocent young girls.

Why doesn't it bother you?

Who says it doesn't bother us?

Thank you.

We like you guys.

We love you.

It's the truth.

We honestly love you,

from deep in our hearts.

So...

if you can find it in your hearts...

try to like us too.

Love us.

Hey, Shibu-san.

Hack me up like those girls, okay?

So this is what

Near Death Happiness is like.

How can you laugh like that?

We can laugh...

'cause we're not angry!

So you shouldn't feel bad.

We'll forgive you for everything!

I'll forgive you!

And if you guys want to laugh,

then go ahead and laugh.

If you want to cry,

then bawl your eyes out!

Now I understand.

These girls...

should be killed by those

who love them most.

That's what these girls want most.

To be killed by the people they love.

That's what makes them happy.

I killed my daughter.

She was going through

a rebellious stage.

While I was cutting her to pieces...

she fixed me with an icy stare.

She was chopped up by the father

she hated more than anyone.

That must have disappointed her.

But one thing...

I loved my daughter more than anyone.

I really did love her!

It's okay to cry

until you feel better.

You're the only one not crying.

Maybe if I cried I would feel better.

Shibu-san, you're writing my lines.

Is this gonna be a puppet show?

You told me yourself.

You said your name is written

with the character for "eternity."

If I write it down like this,

your words will last an eternity.

I'll make a puppet of you too.

Seriously?

That makes me happy!

I'd love to be a beautiful puppet!

I can hardly wait!

CLOSED:

Too bad.

I guess we should have called first.

No problem.

We'll come back again tomorrow.

Think there will be a tomorrow?

Are you still okay?

Did you say something?

Let's come back tomorrow.

Your favorite subjects, Doc.

I brought you some more Stacies!

I can't believe

I'm in a place like this!

This is hell!

This place is living hell!

It's hell!

Hell filled up so the dead come here.

Is this "Dawn of the Dead"

or "Day of the Dead"?

What are you saying?

What is this guy doing?

He's finally turned into a useless lump.

You should have trained him

properly, Tokuyama.

Is there some problem?

No.

Now, where did I leave off?

Oh, right. Brain waves.

It's remarkable, but Stacies have

brain waves, though they're weak.

That's why their corpses

rouse my interest so much.

By the way, those idiots in the media...

don't even try to understand why

it's so delightful... no, interesting.

You. Double-check the name.

- Her name is Natsumi.

- Natsumi.

They think I'm some kind of...

Jack the Ripper or something.

Damn them to hell!

Idiots! Unenlightened fools!

They don't understand

how sublime science truly is.

I'll kill you.

One day, I will kill you all.

Watch this.

This is Butterfly Twinkle Powder

under an electron microscope.

Isn't it beautiful?

It seems like a mineral,

but it's actually made of organisms...

crystallized from

a constituent of body fluid.

It really is fascinating!

What's even more interesting...

the sparkling of the BTP is linked

to the Stacy's mental activity.

Her mental activity?

Murderous intent

or stimulation of its appetite.

What's the meaning of this?

What's going on?

What's happening?

Thanks.

She was a soldier in the forces.

Her timing's good, unlike other punks.

She joined the troops to kill girls

younger and more beautiful than herself.

She's a brave warrior.

You can count on her!

When you're done here,

come to my room.

How dare she come after me!

This Stacy forgot her place.

A spring storm.

Eiko.

Morning, Shibu-san.

Thank God.

What's wrong, Shibu-san?

I thought you were...

Hey, Shibu-san.

Would you come shopping with me?

Thanks for waiting, Shibu-san!

- What did you buy?

- A present! Here!

A present? What is it?

Come off it.

You shouldn't make a girl tell.

GIVEAWAY PRICE:

ELECTRIC SAW 1600 YEN!

B-R-U-C-E.

Shibu-san, let's go to the park.

I bet the botanical gardens

are open today.

CLOSED:

They're a step ahead of us.

MAP TO RI RUKA:

WOMEN'S ART SCHOOL

There are puppeteers

who control corpses via psychic powers.

Or this might be the work of God.

It doesn't matter what you call it.

That would mean God is... people are...

nothing more than

a puppeteer and his puppets.

He lives on some faraway planet...

and transforms girls between

15 and 17 into revived dead bodies...

to make us suffer.

And there's no reason for it.

It's nothing more than a whim!

It's just a whim!

Puppeteers love such whims!

What's going on?

What on earth?

Don't get horny, you kids!

What's going on?

Should be an easy job.

Which girl is it?

Someone asked us to repeat kill their

daughter 'cause they feel bad for her!

If they really feel bad,

they should do it themselves!

Go to hell!

Don't waste the bullets!

Just stop them from walking!

I know that!

Don't tell me what to do!

- What's the situation?

- We don't have nearly enough ammo!

Don't just stand there! Help us!

Momo.

I have to help you.

I wasn't able to help

my little sister Kana...

so the least I can do is help Momo.

That's the reason I'm here.

Snap out of it! We have to survive.

We have to stop them in their tracks.

Captain, please go to the warehouse

and get ammo.

There should be

an 88mm trench mortar, too.

Got it. Come on, Arita!

I'm counting on you, Arita!

I'm sure she's a cute girl.

Tell me about her when this is over.

Well, we got paid well.

We have enough money now.

Right.

Now we have enough to pay Sorimachi

to repeat kill all of us.

Let's find her!

Where are you going?

- The warehouse is that way.

- It's no use. We've got to escape.

Come on.

Sorry. It's not loaded.

What's taking them so long with the ammo?

They're coming back, aren't they?

- It's okay.

- What's okay?

If she doesn't come back...

I know you loved the captain.

But I love you!

What are you saying, idiot?

I'd be happy to die with you.

Stop talking nonsense!

You're embarrassing me.

Brother.

I can call you that, can't I?

Brother.

Momo.

It's been extremely noisy out there.

What are you people doing?

Sorry.

That's her, all right.

Who are you?

You're not Momo's friends.

Hold it!

What are you thinking?

Protecting a Stacy is a crime.

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