Black Lagoon (BLACK LAGOON)

I can't think of his name, fratele meu .

Who was it that said "The ultimate love is cannibalism"?

Edgar Allan Poe?

I don't think so, sora mea .

Wasn't he a necrophiliac?

Richard Matheson?

I couldn't say for sure.

I wonder if they were ever treated to this scent.

Ahh!

The smell of life flowing out from the body.

The scent of rust and sea salt.

The smell of a man's last breath.

It's true, we're very fortunate, sora mea .

I wonder how long before

the people of this city start to move.

This is our eighth. I guess we did kill a few

we didn't plan on killing.

Everyone will be coming to try and kill us now.

I really can't wait, sora mea .

Yes, fratele meu .

I can't wait either.

Hello, Lagoon Company. Oh, hi, Mr. Boris.

What? Okay, so the meeting is cancelled?

Yeah. Sorry about that.

I'll call you within the next few days.

We'll work something out.

What's up, Rock?

Looks like the meeting's been cancelled.

He didn't say why, but I guess something must've come up.

Dutch, you think it's that?

Probably. And I'm pretty sure that won't end well.

What are you talking about?

What the fuck?

You seriously haven't heard anything about this?

No, I...

There's been a bunch of murders.

Not to sound callous,

but homicides aren't unusual in this city.

Yeah, I know murder isn't exactly front-page news,

but when they're targeting Hotel Moscow,

that's a different story.

Hmm? Hotel Moscow?

They found five corpses, all with ties to the Russians,

and that's just in the last month.

Revy. That information's out of date.

There's six now.

Ugh...

In any case, it means some asshole's trying to

pour gas on an open flame.

And you can be sure that in this city,

where the balance of power walks a tightrope

on its fucking hands,

we'll all be knee-deep in blood before this ends.

Another one's been killed.

An accountant this time.

Are we in Beirut? Mogadishu perhaps?

That's enough already.

Do I need to remind you

why we decided to meet here today?

This is an era of coexistence.

And I'd like to preserve this equilibrium we've managed

to reach through all the bloodshed and bullets.

Miss Balalaika.

Is that so, Mr. Chang?

Maybe you can refresh my memory.

When did I say I wanted coexistence?

Hmph. Again with that mouth of yours, huh?

A fuckin' peasant Ivan bitch who thinks her shit don't stink.

Priceless. Go back to digging your potatoes.

Hmph.

Well, I guess we can't all be Italian, right?

Which reminds me, I've heard that guido guts

tend to smell like a pig's.

--Is that true? -- Fuckin' bitch!

Okay, I think that's enough. Both of you.

Or have you forgotten why we're all here?

All of us hold grudges against each other

over one thing or another, right?

However, it's also in all of our own best interests

to cooperate at this time.

If you've got business to discuss, then I'm all ears.

But you can feed your personal honor to the dogs.

That's just something you accept in our line of work.

Miss Balalaika, this may be news to you,

but some of my men were hit, as well.

Hmm...

A member of the 14K and a directly affiliated executive

in a whorehouse on Rachiada Street.

They were killed the same way yours were.

What's going on, Chang?

Someone here's trying to shift the balance of power!

Abrego! Look at me!

Hey, what the fuck?!

I had nothing to do with this shit!

You and me, we had some issues between us in the past,

but I thought we worked all that out!

Okay, fine then.

So, do us all a favor and ask Verrocchio who did this.

That's bullshit and you know it, Fry Face!

As it happens, we lost one of our recruiters, as well.

So, what does that make, nine bodies?

Listen--no one from this city

would pull something like this.

It's probably some drifter.

Someone who doesn't know how things work around here.

Alright, if we can agree that these killings

are the work of some outsider,

we can start working together

to hunt down whoever's responsible.

Also, we'll make a declaration.

We don't need our people killing each other out there.

Any objections?

I don't like this. It's a goddamned farce.

Psh. Shut the fuck up!

Balalaika, I wouldn't be so hasty if I were you.

I doubt it's in your best interest

to rip this entire city apart.

Ugh. Is this a social gathering, Mr. Chang?

Are we going to be playing a hand of gin rummy next?

Let me be absolutely clear about this--

the reason we came here today was to make our position known.

Hotel Moscow will not tolerate people

who obstruct our operations.

Whoever dares to will be destroyed. Denounced.

Then we'll kill his family, his friends, even the pet dog,

if we feel it's necessary.

That went well.

Look. Everyone in here is carrying a gun of some kind.

It's like we're in a parallel universe

where everyone's Clint Eastwood.

Why wouldn't they be?

Right now there's a fucking head case out there,

who thinks he's some kinda punisher.

Punisher...

One who gives punishment...

But punishment for what exactly?

Who knows?

These days, Roanapur is like popcorn.

It's just simmering on heat right now,

ready to pop at any minute.

Have you heard, Revy?

Apparently, there's a bounty.

How much?

Fifty grand. And that's not Thai baht, either.

It's in US dollars.

Fuck. They're really serious about this, huh?

What are we waiting for?

Well, do you have any leads?

No. But if it's an outsider,

they shouldn't be that hard to find.

It's true. An outsider would be easy to spot.

The city's not that big, after all.

At least that was the case with the Lovelace maid.

But no one seems to have a clue where this outsider is,

which means someone's providing a hideout.

We just don't know who it is yet.

And that's what's got everyone on edge.

Well, I don't give a rat's ass what happens

as long as my place don't get shot up again.

You worry too much, Bao.

You know this is a neutral district.

No one's gonna start anything here.

Well, if it isn't Two Hands.

--Huh? --My,

you're drinking the cheap shit again, are you?!

Business ain't so good lately?

Eda! What the fuck?!

Who's she?

Th-That sister from the Ripoff Church!

Well, well, I see you brought Romeo with you.

Hi there. How you been?

Why don't you ditch this wild boar

and come drink with a real woman, baby?

I know your night's not complete

till you're getting banged by a stranger,

but fuck off!

Ooh. Scary.

Hear that, Romeo?

You never know when she's on the rag.

She's pretty irregular.

You asked for it, bitch! Let's step outside! You and me!

Don't get your panties in a twist, Two Hands.

I didn't come here to pick a fight with you.

I've got a story that might interest you.

One that might be worth some money.

You're talking about this bounty, right?

You heard?

Actually, Revy and I were just talking about that.

I doubt there's anyone left in the city

who doesn't know about it.

Oh. Well, that sucks.

But at least I don't have to waste time explaining it.

So, what the hell are we waiting for? Let's go get it.

Some of the eager ones have already started, you know.

It goes without saying the mafia are gonna be involved,

but there are freelancers coming, too.

From what I hear, the Yun Brothers, Big One Emilio,

Ronny CK...

Fuck me.

It's like assassin Olympics.