Black Lagoon (BLACK LAGOON)

Graduating from a national university,

I somehow managed to make my way into the corporate world.

This is a businessman's town.

I get my ass kicked by my boss all day.

But at the same time, I hope to be in his place someday.

It's the only way to maintain your sanity here.

This is the city of winter, where I once lived.

It all seems so far away.

Right now, all that's in front of me is the shimmering water

of the South China Sea.

The stirring winds of--

Alright, Mr. Japanese. I'll ask you one more time--

the package you got from the Asahi Industry headquarters

in Tokyo, the one you're in charge of until

you hand it over to the chief in Borneo. This is it, right?

Yeah, but what I want to know is--

We're all done with you now.

You've given us what we wanted.

Dutch, this is a pain in the ass.

I say we kneecap this pussy.

They'll be no secrets after that.

There's no need.

That one disc is more than enough for the compensation.

You call that compensation?

Dutch. Hey, Dutch. You through with them yet?

There's something heading straight for us from Subic Bay.

It's probably a patrol boat from the Filipino Navy.

Don't panic, Benny-boy. It's all been taken care of.

Start the engines.

Now listen up, Gentlemen!

We're gonna disappear and then you'll all be free to go.

But I'm warning you--

the deal's off if anyone decides to come after us.

What you see there is a torpedo launcher.

If you don't want to float home on what's left of your ship,

I recommend you stay put for the next half hour.

After that, you're free to do as you wish.

We're gonna live.

Why are you looking so relaxed?

You're gonna tag along with us, dumbass.

You're joking. You're joking, right?

Now shut up and walk.

You're joking, right?!

Japan is drifting farther away.

This is Black Lagoon to Balalaika. Can you hear me?

Just fine, Dutch. What about the catch?

I've got it, of course.

I admire smart work, Dutch.

The trade-off goes as planned.

Yes, just as I promised.

Connect me to Tokyo.

Well, Kageyama,

as Resource Investigation Division Manager,

how do you explain this?

Regarding the case we've recently been informed of,

let me explain the situation to you in greater detail.

Today at approximately 4:00 PM,

a certain Bougainvillea Trade Company contacted us,

wishing to negotiate an agreement

for the safe return of our disc,

which was stolen from the Melanesia earlier today.

What's the story on this company?

They're the Russian Mafia. Well, to be exact,

they're a front for the branch that aims to take top position

after completely displacing the Chinese Mafia

from Southeast Asia.

What are they looking for, specifically?

Do they want money?

Most likely, they're out to Southeast Asia

where the barter is going to take place.

They no doubt wish to take part in some of our more

unsavory trade activities in that area.

It's a regrettable development.

Blackmail.

It's shameful that we're vulnerable to blackmail.

Based on what we've heard so far,

it would seem to me that at this point, anyway,

they don't really know what's on the disc.

If they ever found out, it would lead

to the worst scandal in Asahi Industries' history.

Indeed.

We have just received a report from Jakarta.

According to a local Chinese merchant we've been speaking to,

the Russian Mafia has yet to receive the disc.

It is still in the hands of the pirates

that attacked the Melanesia.

This is our chance.

We simply cannot trust the word of the mafia on this.

We must get the disc at all costs before it reaches them.

Before it reaches them? But how?

I understand.

The board will leave this matter in your hands, Kageyama.

Choosing what actions to take

will also be your responsibility.

Revy, what in the hell are you planning to do

with this hostage now that you brought him with us, huh?

Come on!

You don't get it, do ya?

You just don't get it, do you, Dutch?

Think about it--we're getting paid twenty grand for this job.

Only twenty grand!

What's wrong with collecting a bonus by asking for a ransom?

You're being too simpleminded.

--You want to die, Benny?! --Not really.

So, who's going to negotiate with Japan? You?

Do you have their phone number?

How 'bout a bank account to receive the ransom payment?

Fine then! We'll just shoot his ass and throw him overboard.

Stop it!

Damn it! Don't damage the ship.

Shut up!

Dutch... Dutch, I get it.

You get what?

I get your point now, so let me go.

Okay, Revy, let's play it cool.

I'm alive. I don't know why, but somehow, I'm alive.

Alright, alright. Let's go topside for a smoke.

What's going to happen to me?

I guess we'll make contact with your company somehow

and then we'll try to set up a trade.

There's going to be a ransom, huh?

This will go on my permanent record.

But we have our own priorities and that's just the way it is.

Getting the disc to our client has got to come first.

So, there's a client? Now I get it.

We're nothing more than delivery boys.

Sometimes, we'll break the rules to put food on the table,

but that's business.

I guess this must be

what they call the Stockholm Syndrome.

Right now, I feel like this big guy next to me

is the only person I can trust in the entire world.

What's your name?

Okajima. Rokuro Okajima.

What's the name of that employee?

It's Okajima, Sir. Rokuro Okajima.

My managerial skills

are completely to blame for all of this, Sir.

Why didn't you tell me about this earlier?

I was only informed recently, myself, Sir.

And because there were no other employees

we could trust with this sensitive information,

we ended up losing valuable time in confirming our sources.

That's enough. Kageyama, what are your thoughts?

Our company is currently facing a crisis.

And I'm afraid we can't accept any more delays at this point.

The EO Company,

with whom we've made a confidential contract,

has already sent their professionals.

Well, it was your responsibility, after all.

But I do feel bad for this employee.

What's his name?

It's Okajima, Sir. Rokuro Okajima.

So, you gonna join us, Rock?

"Rock"?

I think he means you.

Huh.

So, you comin' or what?

What? Where are you going?

Some place to get a drink.

Don't you want to come?

But... aren't I a hostage?

-- We're leaving. -- Wait, I'm coming, too.

But where on earth am I?

I just don't get it.

Why is there a gun on every table?

Is this the so-called bar at the end of the world

you see in westerns?

Good analogy.

This place was founded by the Southern Vietnamese soldiers

who survived the war.

They started taking in fugitive soldiers, too,

and before we knew it, the place had gone straight to hell.

Hookers, junkies, mercenaries, hit men.

Irredeemable criminals, every one of them.

Don't like it?

Japanese pubs...

Order of mackerel, chicken cartilage...

I don't know. I just love those unguarded smiles.

Places like this...

Shut the fuck up before I toss your ass out of here, damn it!

I usually try to avoid confrontations.

Your expression says it all.

Benny, I'm gonna make a call.

Sure.

Dutch is a little bit unusual.

After being around him for two years, all I can tell you

is that he's tough, intelligent, and eccentric.

You can give up on trying to figure him out.

Got it.

You seem different from the other people around here.

Where'd you come from?

A college in Florida.

I was fooling around and managed to piss off

the mafia and the FBI at the same time.

And then...

Yours truly stepped in and saved his ass

before it was stuffed in a bag and thrown overboard.

Stop the worthless storytelling.

You're too young to be reminiscing.