Angely i demony kruzhili nado mnoj, Angels and demons circle above me,
rassykhali ternii i vechnye puti. through the thorns to the stars.
Ne znaet shast'je tol'ko tot, Only those unable to perceive its call...
kto jevo zova ponjat' ne smog. ...do not know happiness.
Naljubuites', naljubuites'. Watch in awe, watch in awe.
Aeria gloris, aeria gloris.
Naljubuites', naljubuites'. Watch in awe, watch in awe.
Aeria gloris, aeria gloris.
I am calling, calling now,
spirits rise and falling.
Soboj ostat'sja dol'she. To remain myself longer.
Calling, calling, in the depths of longing.
Soboj ostat'sja dol'she. To remain myself longer.
Naljubuites', Watch in awe,
aeria gloris.
Done!
Oh, it's you, Motoko. Don't scare me like that!
It's pretty unusual for you to call me this time of day.
Don't give me that.
Lately, you don't even bother to show up when I invite you over.
So, what's up?
Well, something's bothering me.
This girl had heart transplant surgery last month.
Her parents were overjoyed that they were lucky enough to find a compatible heart.
Apparently, they said that they wanted to thank the donor personally.
Sounds like a happy ending so far.
Well, that organ donor was a boy in my care.
It was decided to replace some of his body with prosthetics as his treatment.
The operation would've put a huge strain on his heart, so it was replaced with an artificial one.
But his parents say that they don't recall ever donating the organ.
Is there a chance that the parents are habitual liars or easily embarrassed,
or there was an administrative error, or postoperative confused memory,
or some other after effect like that?
I'm told that the boy's mother went to the police,
but the detective working the case was hospitalized after an accident,
and the investigation's been put on hold.
I don't know if this sort of thing is in your jurisdiction, Motoko, but it's got me worried.
It was an emergency surgery because of a sudden accident,
so her parents were prepared to go with a full-body prosthetic if an organ wasn't found.
At her age, the stress she'd go through from switching bodies as she ages would be terrible,
and with all the future maintenance and expenses,
I think she was really lucky.
The girl... How old is she?
She just turned six.
Anyway, that's the story. There wasn't much hard information.
What do you want us to do? Head back to the office?
Go to Meditech. They handled the coordination for the girl's organ.
I'll have Ishikawa and Borma meet up with you after they follow the money trail.
Is there something about this that's bothering you?
You know about the recent rash of mass kidnappings in this country...
... that are connected to overseas Mafias, right?
The ones that deal in cyberbrain devices and organs on the black market?
There's a chance that this case also has ties with domestic black market routes.
I want verification.
Understood.
Roger.
Hello, we've been expecting you.
Iwasaki, Meditech's Representative Director.
Good to meet you. Togusa, Public Security Section 9.
No, Mr. Iwasaki is over there. I'm his secretary android.
Ah. Sorry about that.
Nah, don't you fret about it. It happens all the time.
Folks just can't seem to wrap their heads 'round these Jameson-types.
My wife and kids are always mad at me, sayin' my taste in prosthetics is messed up.
It's just one of those masculine quirks, y'know?
Sorry.
Anyway, ya'll have something you want me to verify, right?
Hey!
Yes, sir.
- This is it. - Yes, sir.
Let's see...
Yep, this is a statement of delivery from us, all right.
Funny, though... We don't do the coordination work here.
Anyway, if there's anything you wanna look into, feel free to poke around.
You're the ones with the "Give us your spare genes,
and we'll grow you some spare organs" ad, right?
Yep. We splice our customers' genes into pigs and grow whatever organs they want.
We extract the organs and deliver them if there's ever an emergency.
There any money in it?
What're you saying? We make a bundle!
You should deposit some genes and raise a pig for you, too.
Act now, and I'll cut you a special deal on our five-organ Standard Plan!
He's the one who's flesh and blood.
Uh... That's okay.
Not to worry! If the organs aren't needed in the pig's lifetime,
you can sell them through a coordinating agency.
If you folks invest, I'd be much obliged if you'd invest in Meditech.
Even cyborg ladies can invest a little money, can't they?
Just help yourselves.
If you need anything, just let me know.
Thanks.
Time may march on, but there'll always be "folksy" guys like him, huh?
Merchants who would sell their own mother, you mean?
Talk about your stereotypes...
That lousy Kansai accent and everything else is probably just an act.
Still, I can't believe the CEO of the biggest player in the artificial organs industry...
...is a cyborg using a Jameson-type body.
Considering that guy's enthusiasm, he might have sold off his own organs, too.
And now he's in that box?
I wouldn't be surprised.
Hey.
We're here to take over.
Thanks.
I found something strange when I was following the money.
The organ fees from the Crime Victims Relief Fund were paid out to this company.
This is it here.
But there's nothing in the records here,
and no trace in the data communications balance and business records, either.
External data tampering?
It's probably something along those lines.
Meditech may be a big enterprise, but their internal data security is a joke.
Togusa, we're going to go see that detective who's in the hospital.
Have fun!
It was... last weekend, I believe.
He was rushed to the hospital after he collapsed while working on an investigation.
Our examination turned up evidence of some sort of drug,
and we've detected some memory confusion as well, although it's minor.
Hey!
Are you all right?!
They got the drop on us!
- Major! - Hurry up and get in.
Sorry!
Save the excuses for later.
Tachikoma, are you there?
I'm on the roof of the hospital, ma'am!
Keep up!
That was close...
I was sweating bullets when you took so long inside.
What're you talking about?
If you hadn't been so greedy,
you wouldn't have forgotten to switch the labels in the first place!
We wiped that detective's memory, so we should be okay, right?
More to the point, who the hell was that guy just now?
How should I know? Probably a detective who worked with him.
Tachikoma, do you think you can catch up with the target vehicle?
I could attach myself to their car, ma'am, but that might attract attention.
Follow us along the rooftops. Get their license plate number.
Roger!
Togusa, set the long-range radio to omnidirectional and stand by.
I'm going to send out a probe virus, so measure the echo!
Wha...? Won't that be in violation of FCC regulations?
I think we can call this a localized state of emergency.
Roger.
We can transmit once we're out of the tunnel.
Right.
Standing by to transmit.
Go!
Got it.
I've identified the getaway car. I have an ID on the registrant, too.
Like I thought, it looks like the fugitive is a med student doing his residency.
What now?
They're probably planning to lie low in the warehouse district by the port.
I guess it's time to call in Batou.
Keep trailing the getaway car. I'll meet up with Batou in the Tachikoma.
Roger.
We got carried away. It's too dangerous to keep this up!
Let's just dump this stuff!
All we've done is supply cheap organs...
...to average citizens who can't afford prosthetics.
And even if we do get caught, my old man will straighten it out.
For now, though, what are we gonna do with these?
Let's hide the car and all the stuff until the heat dies down.
This area's nothing but empty warehouses and junkyards.
Nobody will notice one little car if we ditch it there for a while.
But that guy back there has me worried. He opened fire out of the blue.
You don't think he's part of that overseas Mafia people are talking about...
...that's behind those mass kidnappings, do you?
Of course he isn't!
No, he's gotta be! It's because we're butting into their turf!
If they catch us, they'll break us down and sell us for parts, won't they?
It's the damn Mafia... We're history!
- We are so dead! - Hey, would you shut up for a minute?
No Service
It's them! It's them, all right!
I think we might really be in trouble here...
Batou, you read me?
I see you, too.
I'm waiting in ambush at the location you indicated.
Herd the car to point D-3.
You can spook 'em, but don't kill 'em.
Whoa, are you sure? We can actually have some fun?
Knock yourself out.
Now that's more like it!
Tachikoma!
Here goes!
That's them.
Okay, then. Just don't hit anything human.
Just leave it to me!
Hurry, get clear of the car! Let's get out of here!
Real go-getters, ain't they?
Okay, one more!
Don't mind if I do!
Hey! We're getting the job done in serious style!
Good work.
Geez, aren't you guys going a little overboard?
P-Please, let us go!
Niihama School of Medicine and Dentistry
Medical College, Nano Manufacturing Dep.
Med students, just like I thought.
The thought that guys like this might be poking around...
...inside my head in the future really bums me out.
Mr. Batou! Look what I found!
From the look of things, I'd say they've been switching the labels of organs...
...left over after cyborg operations and selling them without permission.
Wasn't there one more?
Man, that guy's stubborn... I'll secure him.
No.
Let me handle this. This is one sick way to make spending money.
If we hand these guys over to the law, they'll just end up getting a slap on the wrist.
I'm going to teach him a lesson.
Whoa, scary...
- Something happen to her? - Beats me.
Yo!
You guys are gonna answer to me.
S-Spare me! Please, just don't take my organs!
Huh?
That face of yours has "Mafioso" written all over it.
Say what?! You think I'm one, too?
W-What's that?
W-What the hell is that?!
What the hell?!
From what I can see, your body is all-natural.
I could make some big bucks, selling you piecemeal on the black market.
Wait, you're with the...
H-Hey, wait a minute! I know some great distribution routes!
It's easy money! What say we join forces?
I can get my dad to set you up with cars and storage.
You wouldn't need to worry about funding. C'mon, that's not a bad deal, right?
You think I'd make any deals with novices like you people?
I'll take over your distribution routes and then shut you up.
Splitting up your organs will eliminate all evidence and net me a tidy profit.
Two birds with one stone.
W-Wait!
I know! Y-You want money?
My dad will give you as much as you want!
O-Okay? How much do you want?
Your little game has gone too far.
You and your friends have poked your noses into a world that you can't back out of.
I'm sorry! I won't do it again!
Please, I'll never do it again! Please! Let me go!
Too bad.
The real Mafia wouldn't be this nice.
There's all kinds of folks in the underworld who can't be reasoned with.
Turn over a new leaf while you can.
You've got money and an education. And whole bodies, too, right?
Major! I'm stuck!
Just stay put until we come back to retrieve you.
We're gonna go hand these guys over to the police.
Yes, ma'am!
It's Mr. Batou!
Hey, B-man...
Hey, don't you think the Major was acting kinda funny today?
Huh?
Well... The Major just didn't seem like her usual self today.
The Major went full-cyborg at about the same age as that girl.
This case probably dredged up a lot of memories.
Anything else on your mind?
No, not really.
It's just that there's a little girl out there who got dealt...
...a rotten hand and was forced to have an organ transplant,
and there's also a CEO who wanted to be a cyborg so badly...
...he went so far as to get rid of his own organs.
And 'twixt the two the organ business makes its profit,
natural organs go for a premium, and this country's economy turns 'round.
It's only those folks in an environment without religious precepts...
...and economic limitations who can get their hands on high-performance prosthetics.
Like Section 9, for instance...
What, is your tender heart aching because you feel like you're working for the exploiters?
No, it's not that. I was just wondering which the Major was.
Checkmate!
Huh?
That's a different game!
What are you guys up to?
More weight training equipment, Batou?
Look, you can blow your pay on whatever you want,
but I can't say I approve of the way you waste your money.
Say what?
Why don't you give up trying to look feminine on the outside...
...and switch over to a male prosthetic model already?
You'll get more power that way.
You want a piece of me?
So long as you can turn an over-amped opponent's strength against him,
I'd say that there's nothing wrong with female models.
I look forward to reading your report from today...
...that says you used the muscles in your brain properly, Batou.
You okay, Batou?
D-Didn't hurt at all!
She's so cold and human
It's something humans do
She stays so golden solo
She's so number nine
She's incredible math
Just incredible math
And is she really human?
She's just so something new
A waking lithium flower
Just about to bloom
I smell lithium now
Smelling lithium now
How is she when she doesn't surf?
I wonder what she does when she wakes up?
When she wakes up?