Bungou Stray Dogs 2nd Season

The head may err, but never the blood.

I don't feel like working.

Stop sounding like a broken trumpet first thing in the morning.

I don't even feel like holding a conversation right now, Kunikida-kun.

The town was saved from annihilation thanks to you and Atsushi.

So why have you ended up like this the next day?

The boss has me lined up for this new job...

Is it what Atsushi and the boss were discussing yesterday?

It is.

Good morning.

Dazai, are we making progress on our secret meeting with the Port Mafia?

I've made arrangements, but...

Do you think the Port Mafia boss will be here?

I'm sure.

It's a perfect opportunity to kill our boss, after all.

That is preferable to having bloodshed among our members.

Oi, Dazai...

A secret meeting with the Port Mafia?!

Atsushi-kun's idea has turned into a huge deal.

Even though the Guild is now our biggest threat...

Wait a second.

I have no idea what's going on.

First of all, why are you the one arranging the meeting?

Because I'm originally from the Port Mafia.

What?!

What?!

Everyone knows about it apart from you, Kunikida-kun.

What?!

There have been over a hundred deaths in our organization alone.

I hate to admit it,

but if that tool, Dazai, hadn't neutralized the curse,

we would have had ten times as many casualties.

I have no face to show to the previous bosses.

Kouyou-kun.

Dazai kicked me out of the Agency office, saying he had

no need for a useless prisoner.

He even had me running errands in exchange for my stay.

This is from the boss of the Detective Agency.

An invitation to have tea, it seems.

Oh?

So that's the hand he's chosen to play.

Eight years ago

How are you, Boss?

Doctor, tell the board...

This is an order: Kill all enemy organizations,

military police, and anyone who opposes the Port Mafia by sundown.

That's irrational.

I don't mind how many of our own need to die.

Kill them.

Just kill them.

Kill them all.

Kill them.

Kill them.

Very well, Boss.

The boss has succumbed to illness.

He left a will, entrusting me with his position as the boss.

You're the witness.

Understood?

Welcome, Boss.

It's been four years.

Do you still wear the coat that I gave you?

Of course...

I burned it.

Port Mafia Boss, Mori Ougai.

Armed Detective Agency Chief Executive, Fukuzawa Yukichi.

So the time's finally come.

If the government brass were to find out that the leaders of the

two most powerful organizations of gifted are engaged in a

secret meeting, they would froth at the mouth.

I'll get straight to business.

A new member of the Agency proposed an alliance with you, the Port Mafia.

Oh?

I objected.

The idea of cooperating with criminals goes against the Agency's standards.

But the proposal came from someone who, countless times,

was shot, slashed, and kidnapped by the Port Mafia.

His words carry weight.

Therefore, as the leader of the Agency,

I was left with no choice but to lend an ear.

We are both in quite a difficult position.

I'll get to the point.

Alliance aside, I would like to request a temporary ceasefire.

Have you ever read the works of Schelling?

Or perhaps of Kissinger?

Both are researchers of strategic studies.

Taught by you-know-who.

I do read Sun Tzu.

There is a parallel between state warfare and the strategies

of illegal organizations such as ourselves.

No one exists to punish either of us, should we violate agreements.

What if the Port Mafia suddenly breaks a ceasefire?

What if the Agency betrays us?

The party that trusted in the agreement would be the only one to suffer.

Under circumstances that reward the first to commit a betrayal,

a limited ceasefire cannot be established.

The only possibility is for complete cooperation.

That's also impossible.

Indeed.

The Port Mafia is an organization of face and resentment.

Many of my people have been dragged through the mud.

Many of mine have been brought to the brink of death, as well.

But they didn't die.

And that is a source of great shame for the Port Mafia.

Then how about this.

We settle our accounts here and now.

I thought you had discarded your katana...

Kokenshi Ginro Fukuzawa.

And you still haven't grown past your habit of killing people with a scalpel, Doctor Mori.

You still think like a little girl.

Do you still talk to cats?

A hologram ability.

That was an enjoyable meeting.

Let us continue it on the battlefield.

The Agency will be recovering Q tonight.

And?

Don't get in our way tonight.

For the sake of both of us.

Why?

Because that's our sole similarity:

That we love this city.

As people of this city, as organizations that work to protect it,

we cannot allow foreign gifteds to raze it.

The Guild is powerful.

The Agency stands no chance.

That is all from me.

Dazai-kun, the offer still stands for you to return to the executive team.

No way.

You're the one who kicked me out of the Port Mafia in the first place.

Did you not quit because you wanted to?

You were afraid, weren't you?

That I might someday aspire to take your position

and put a knife to your throat.

Just as you did to your predecessor.

Evil expects evil from others.

I don't agree to allying with you, either.

Our troops?

Deployed as ordered.

Boss, I've been with the Port Mafia longer than I had during the previous boss's time.

You're quite a senior here.

The organization was in ruins towards the end of his tenure.

He was ill, and his orders were erratic.

The Port Mafia engaged in conflict aimlessly.

Sooner or later he would have destroyed this city,

if you hadn't taken his seat.

What is your point?

I just wanted to point out that Dazai-kun surely understands your intentions.

So this is where Q is being kept.

Good evening.

Our strategist is adept at reading the enemy's actions.

Of course, it's a trap.

Even if Dazai-kun didn't intend to dethrone me,

my decisions were all rational and optimal.

I have no regrets.

But if Dazai-kun had still

been my right-hand man, the Guild would have been no match.

Evil expects evil from others.

Hirotsu-san, the communicator for the frontlines.

I already have it here.

Despite what I said to the Agency,

there is a rational path towards a proper alliance.

Advance payment is the essence of an alliance.

One pays a loss up front, and a profit is made a hundred times greater.

Only then can an alliance make up for old grudges.

Those two once defeated an enemy gifted organization overnight.

Their alliance was called the most devastating rivalry in history.

The alliance returns just for one night.

Let me set one thing straight.

Once I'm done taking out the trash, you're next.

I knew it.