Golgo 13 (2008–2009): Season 1, Episode 36 - Expired Fineries - full transcript
Red 14. Red 14.
Oh, Madam Martin. We've been expecting you.
Good evening. I look forward
to another exciting year.
Go check it out.
Understood.
Madam. I was hoping you'd join us this evening.
A casino without you is like the dead of winter.
It's as if spring has finally come.
How was the Bahamas this summer, Jean?
Sadly, we were caught in a storm
that was most frightful.
Madam, you're looking lovelier than ever.
Ah, Steve! How is your mother doing?
She's completely recovered.
I never thought that you'd remember.
Well, of course I did! And I'm glad.
If the people close to you get ill,
we can't go traveling together, can we?
Huh? Y-yes, that's right.
Madam, that's not fair.
I'M the one who invited you first.
You were the one I originally wanted
to go to the Bahamas with.
Oh, dear. I suppose I've left you
with an unpleasant memory, haven't I?
No, not at all.
I'll put some thought into next time.
Mister? Care to try your luck?
Let's call luck to the table.
You're fine betting all that?
Go ahead.
Please don't hate me if you lose.
All right, let's go with the number
that nobody likes.
Atemonai michi bakari wo furafura aruite ita
Ima doko wo mezashite,
nani wo shite ii no ka mo
Kimi ga suki na ano kyoku,
car stereo no volume wo
Saidai ni shite, kimochi katameru
Kousaten mo shingou mo nai ippoutsuukou wo
Kimi ni oitsuku you na speed de
So faraway, hashiridasou!
Brake nante fumanaide yukou, zenkai de
Oh someday, itsu no hi ka
Darenimo mitsukaranai you na my place
Me ni wa mienai mono, koshou shita toki
Shuuri suru houhou, boku shidai
So faraway, hashiridasou!
Reset shite, tomo ni start da, genkai mo
Oh someday, itsu no hi ka
Kimi to dattara mitsukaru bokura no dream
Outmoded Livery
Which shall we do next, sir?
What? Again? That's a tough one...
It's fine.
Perhaps luck favors the number
of the unlucky tonight.
What can I do for you, Madam?
I'll sit at the table and watch a little longer.
Understood.
I don't believe it!
It seems a spell has been cast
on this roulette table's No. 13.
Put it all on the same one.
Sir. Very well.
Put all this on No. 13.
What about you, Mssr. Dubois?
Put this on No. 6.
I'll go with 25.
Put 10 chips on No. 11.
No. 9 for me.
Very well, here we go.
This is Mel. Nowadays,
she's called "Madam Martin".
Meeting her is easy enough.
If you go to Monte Carlo's top casino,
the Queen Bee at around midnight, that is.
In any case, she certainly stands out.
And she may be drawn to that
masculine energy that you exude.
I thought the target was a man.
Mr. Golgo, 13, would you indulge
an old man to speak of a story of the past?
Mel was my treasure.
Eight years ago. Back then, I was head
of an agricultural cooperative.
As for Mel... She was in
a small town not far from here, -
washing the farmhands'
empty glasses at a cheap bar.
That year, I'd lost my wife
and been forced into solitude.
That's when that man brought Mel into my life.
Age difference notwithstanding,
I desired Mel's body.
For three months, opulent settings
polished that pretty but raw stone into brilliance, -
and I made her into a woman dressed in satin.
My Mel was more beautiful than any jewel.
And each night, she would share my bed.
Those three months were like a dream for me.
Then, one day, she suddenly disappeared.
She took evidence of my bribery
and ran to the rival council members.
I lost my seat of honor, and Mel as well.
After that, Mel was like a balloon in the wind, -
flitting between important members
of the financial and political words.
When Mel came by, stock prices rose and fell,
and the political world was visited by chaos.
Again and again, she would capture
the hearts of important men.
Once she'd drained them of worth, she'd leave,
trampling them like dried-up grass as she left.
Now, I think of those three months
with Mel as a treasure.
The one I hate is Van Schultz!
The man who they call "Chocolate Van"!"
He is the one who's behind everything!
Why would a woman like that
just do what he says?
Well, that...
That is...
He was the man who
first made Mel into a woman.
In any case, it was three years ago
that Van Schultz suddenly disappeared.
The police had just begun investigating him for
alleged spy activities, but then he went missing.
But next week, he'll show up in Monte Carlo.
How can you be sure?
Because Mel is going to attend
a rally being held there.
It will be a casual trip, with just
a single maid in attendance.
After three years, the chance
has come for him to meet Mel again.
What does Van look like?
He's a small, scruffy-looking man.
His height should be about equal to mine.
However, now that he's being
hunted internationally, -
I'm sure he's already changed his face.
There's one thing a scalpel
can't change: your personality.
The term "fungus" probably suits him best.
He is always present.
And never does he-
Thinking, "I should've quit while I was ahead"
is the essence of gambling, sir.
It looks like I stole that man's
good luck. Who is he?
Ma'am. Earlier, when I saw him at the bar,
he said he was here for the rally next week.
He's a racer?
He didn't say. He said his name was
"Mr. Togo" or something.
Very well.
If you'll excuse me.
Sorry about that.
This is from Madam Martin.
She apologizes for ruining your luck.
You're going to refuse Madam Martin's gift?
I'm not interested in such things.
Please don't say that! Think of her feelings!
Madam, you're leaving already?
This evening has become disagreeable.
I'll be going now.
Mel, stop hanging about and call me a taxi.
Ma'am!
Mel?
Madam Martin. If you need a car,
please allow me to be your ride.
Pierre! It's been some time.
How long have you been in Monte Carlo?
Since two days ago.
That Mel... Where did she go?
It's of no concern. She can get back by taxi.
Thank you. We look forward to seeing you again.
You. Who is that man?
Well... I'm not sure.
Since Count Martin passed away,
the Madam has had a great number of suitors...
In any case, I wish you good driving, sir!
Madam!
What are you doing?! Did you get a taxi?
This is not the place for a hussy such as you!
That's not it! She was just asking for directions!
Madam, that's enough. Let's go.
Sorry about that. Here, take this.
Where are you staying?
My husband's old mountain villa.
It's a little far, though.
Being able to spend more time with you,
Madam, is a joyous thing indeed.
Goodness. Listen to you.
There's no car. Looks like that man
brought her and left soon afterward.
Bodyguards?
A woman.
Is that a maid? The madam?
Rock. Carson!
Neither of them can answer you anymore.
You're the one who made arrangements
for the killer, aren't you?
Is the man inside Chocolate Van?
The one who hired you is already dead.
So who the hell are you working for?
When I accepted this job,
the client still drew breath.
Is that man inside Chocolate Van?
We've brought the car you requested.
Thank you.
Enjoy your stay.
Thanks.
So that's it, huh?
Sebastian Auriol has cleared
the Rose Hairpin and taken the lead.
But Timo M?kinen is right on his tail!
Oh, my! Timo M?kinen has hit the guardrail
at the Nouvelle Chicane! Is he all right?!
It seems M?kinen and his navigator
Kankkunen are somehow all right.
Thank goodness for that.
And right now, Sebastian Auriol
is rounding the final corner!
Chocolate! Chocolate!
Don't leave me! You can't leave me!
No, Chocolate!
A fungus, eh?
My... My Chocolate Van!
Nandemonai koto ga tanoshikatta
Ichido ni ooki na hanataba wo kureru yori
Ippon no hana o mainichi kureru
Anata ga suki datta
Ren'ai shousetsu no you ni
Itsuka wa kitto... Nande
Yume wo mite ita
Sono egau yo, eien ni kagayaite
Itsumademo anata wo omotte iru kara
Gomen ne, kou shite hitorikiri no yoru wa
Anata wo omoidashite shimau keredo
Ano hi no you ni naitari shinai
Shinai
Christmas Eve, 10:00 am:
Golgo checks into a hotel to perform a hit.
8:00 pm: Golgo encounters D'or,
a female investigator attached to the hotel.
Christmas, 9:30 am: Golgo has taken aim,
his M16 trained on the target...
Next time on Golgo 13,
"Christmas, 24 Hours"
Christmas, 24 Hours
Next time on Golgo 13,
"Christmas, 24 Hours"
Christmas, 24 Hours
Christmas, 24 Hours
Do not stand behind him, if you value your life!
Do not stand behind him, if you value your life!
Oh, Madam Martin. We've been expecting you.
Good evening. I look forward
to another exciting year.
Go check it out.
Understood.
Madam. I was hoping you'd join us this evening.
A casino without you is like the dead of winter.
It's as if spring has finally come.
How was the Bahamas this summer, Jean?
Sadly, we were caught in a storm
that was most frightful.
Madam, you're looking lovelier than ever.
Ah, Steve! How is your mother doing?
She's completely recovered.
I never thought that you'd remember.
Well, of course I did! And I'm glad.
If the people close to you get ill,
we can't go traveling together, can we?
Huh? Y-yes, that's right.
Madam, that's not fair.
I'M the one who invited you first.
You were the one I originally wanted
to go to the Bahamas with.
Oh, dear. I suppose I've left you
with an unpleasant memory, haven't I?
No, not at all.
I'll put some thought into next time.
Mister? Care to try your luck?
Let's call luck to the table.
You're fine betting all that?
Go ahead.
Please don't hate me if you lose.
All right, let's go with the number
that nobody likes.
Atemonai michi bakari wo furafura aruite ita
Ima doko wo mezashite,
nani wo shite ii no ka mo
Kimi ga suki na ano kyoku,
car stereo no volume wo
Saidai ni shite, kimochi katameru
Kousaten mo shingou mo nai ippoutsuukou wo
Kimi ni oitsuku you na speed de
So faraway, hashiridasou!
Brake nante fumanaide yukou, zenkai de
Oh someday, itsu no hi ka
Darenimo mitsukaranai you na my place
Me ni wa mienai mono, koshou shita toki
Shuuri suru houhou, boku shidai
So faraway, hashiridasou!
Reset shite, tomo ni start da, genkai mo
Oh someday, itsu no hi ka
Kimi to dattara mitsukaru bokura no dream
Outmoded Livery
Which shall we do next, sir?
What? Again? That's a tough one...
It's fine.
Perhaps luck favors the number
of the unlucky tonight.
What can I do for you, Madam?
I'll sit at the table and watch a little longer.
Understood.
I don't believe it!
It seems a spell has been cast
on this roulette table's No. 13.
Put it all on the same one.
Sir. Very well.
Put all this on No. 13.
What about you, Mssr. Dubois?
Put this on No. 6.
I'll go with 25.
Put 10 chips on No. 11.
No. 9 for me.
Very well, here we go.
This is Mel. Nowadays,
she's called "Madam Martin".
Meeting her is easy enough.
If you go to Monte Carlo's top casino,
the Queen Bee at around midnight, that is.
In any case, she certainly stands out.
And she may be drawn to that
masculine energy that you exude.
I thought the target was a man.
Mr. Golgo, 13, would you indulge
an old man to speak of a story of the past?
Mel was my treasure.
Eight years ago. Back then, I was head
of an agricultural cooperative.
As for Mel... She was in
a small town not far from here, -
washing the farmhands'
empty glasses at a cheap bar.
That year, I'd lost my wife
and been forced into solitude.
That's when that man brought Mel into my life.
Age difference notwithstanding,
I desired Mel's body.
For three months, opulent settings
polished that pretty but raw stone into brilliance, -
and I made her into a woman dressed in satin.
My Mel was more beautiful than any jewel.
And each night, she would share my bed.
Those three months were like a dream for me.
Then, one day, she suddenly disappeared.
She took evidence of my bribery
and ran to the rival council members.
I lost my seat of honor, and Mel as well.
After that, Mel was like a balloon in the wind, -
flitting between important members
of the financial and political words.
When Mel came by, stock prices rose and fell,
and the political world was visited by chaos.
Again and again, she would capture
the hearts of important men.
Once she'd drained them of worth, she'd leave,
trampling them like dried-up grass as she left.
Now, I think of those three months
with Mel as a treasure.
The one I hate is Van Schultz!
The man who they call "Chocolate Van"!"
He is the one who's behind everything!
Why would a woman like that
just do what he says?
Well, that...
That is...
He was the man who
first made Mel into a woman.
In any case, it was three years ago
that Van Schultz suddenly disappeared.
The police had just begun investigating him for
alleged spy activities, but then he went missing.
But next week, he'll show up in Monte Carlo.
How can you be sure?
Because Mel is going to attend
a rally being held there.
It will be a casual trip, with just
a single maid in attendance.
After three years, the chance
has come for him to meet Mel again.
What does Van look like?
He's a small, scruffy-looking man.
His height should be about equal to mine.
However, now that he's being
hunted internationally, -
I'm sure he's already changed his face.
There's one thing a scalpel
can't change: your personality.
The term "fungus" probably suits him best.
He is always present.
And never does he-
Thinking, "I should've quit while I was ahead"
is the essence of gambling, sir.
It looks like I stole that man's
good luck. Who is he?
Ma'am. Earlier, when I saw him at the bar,
he said he was here for the rally next week.
He's a racer?
He didn't say. He said his name was
"Mr. Togo" or something.
Very well.
If you'll excuse me.
Sorry about that.
This is from Madam Martin.
She apologizes for ruining your luck.
You're going to refuse Madam Martin's gift?
I'm not interested in such things.
Please don't say that! Think of her feelings!
Madam, you're leaving already?
This evening has become disagreeable.
I'll be going now.
Mel, stop hanging about and call me a taxi.
Ma'am!
Mel?
Madam Martin. If you need a car,
please allow me to be your ride.
Pierre! It's been some time.
How long have you been in Monte Carlo?
Since two days ago.
That Mel... Where did she go?
It's of no concern. She can get back by taxi.
Thank you. We look forward to seeing you again.
You. Who is that man?
Well... I'm not sure.
Since Count Martin passed away,
the Madam has had a great number of suitors...
In any case, I wish you good driving, sir!
Madam!
What are you doing?! Did you get a taxi?
This is not the place for a hussy such as you!
That's not it! She was just asking for directions!
Madam, that's enough. Let's go.
Sorry about that. Here, take this.
Where are you staying?
My husband's old mountain villa.
It's a little far, though.
Being able to spend more time with you,
Madam, is a joyous thing indeed.
Goodness. Listen to you.
There's no car. Looks like that man
brought her and left soon afterward.
Bodyguards?
A woman.
Is that a maid? The madam?
Rock. Carson!
Neither of them can answer you anymore.
You're the one who made arrangements
for the killer, aren't you?
Is the man inside Chocolate Van?
The one who hired you is already dead.
So who the hell are you working for?
When I accepted this job,
the client still drew breath.
Is that man inside Chocolate Van?
We've brought the car you requested.
Thank you.
Enjoy your stay.
Thanks.
So that's it, huh?
Sebastian Auriol has cleared
the Rose Hairpin and taken the lead.
But Timo M?kinen is right on his tail!
Oh, my! Timo M?kinen has hit the guardrail
at the Nouvelle Chicane! Is he all right?!
It seems M?kinen and his navigator
Kankkunen are somehow all right.
Thank goodness for that.
And right now, Sebastian Auriol
is rounding the final corner!
Chocolate! Chocolate!
Don't leave me! You can't leave me!
No, Chocolate!
A fungus, eh?
My... My Chocolate Van!
Nandemonai koto ga tanoshikatta
Ichido ni ooki na hanataba wo kureru yori
Ippon no hana o mainichi kureru
Anata ga suki datta
Ren'ai shousetsu no you ni
Itsuka wa kitto... Nande
Yume wo mite ita
Sono egau yo, eien ni kagayaite
Itsumademo anata wo omotte iru kara
Gomen ne, kou shite hitorikiri no yoru wa
Anata wo omoidashite shimau keredo
Ano hi no you ni naitari shinai
Shinai
Christmas Eve, 10:00 am:
Golgo checks into a hotel to perform a hit.
8:00 pm: Golgo encounters D'or,
a female investigator attached to the hotel.
Christmas, 9:30 am: Golgo has taken aim,
his M16 trained on the target...
Next time on Golgo 13,
"Christmas, 24 Hours"
Christmas, 24 Hours
Next time on Golgo 13,
"Christmas, 24 Hours"
Christmas, 24 Hours
Christmas, 24 Hours
Do not stand behind him, if you value your life!
Do not stand behind him, if you value your life!