Neo Yokio (2017–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Episode #1.1 - full transcript
Neo Yokio is the greatest city
in the world.
It is the most populous
urban agglomeration in North America,
but its prestige does not merely stem
from its size.
From Bronx prefecture
to the aquatic elegance of Battery Park,
Neo Yokio is a diverse labyrinth
of cultural and architectural innovation.
No wonder we play host
to many
of the planet's most prestigious events.
Of course, whenever a city
becomes the envy of the world,
problems are bound to arise.
In the 18th century,
the first wave
of demonic attacks wreaked havoc
on Neo Yokio.
From origins unknown,
hateful creatures sought
to destroy the city on a mass scale.
In a stroke of genius,
Neo Yokio's then mayor, Theodore Corelli,
invited the exorcists of the old world,
peasant practitioners of the dark arts,
colloquially known as Rat Catchers
to become citizens.
In exchange for their citizenship,
these exorcists used their talents
to save the city.
Many of the descendants
are now part of Neo Yokio high society,
adding to our rich cultural tapestry.
Although demonic threats have been
greatly minimized,
you will still be subject to search
and questioning at our discretion.
Please have your documents ready
and welcome to Neo Yokio.
Sir, I almost forgot.
Your watch is fixed.
I picked it up this afternoon.
It's been three weeks,
and I still can't believe
she's really gone.
My one true love
is now living the glamorous life
of an investment banker in San Francisco,
while I remain in Neo Yokio haunted
by her memory.
In happier times,
I watched her play on this very court.
No doubt she's found
a new tennis club by now.
Sir, I understand that matters
of the heart are mysterious and profound,
but destroying a 1919 Cartier Tank
is a bit, well... imprudent.
Hell, yeah, it is.
That's a dope-ass watch.
Hey, Lexy. Hey, Gottlieb.
- You gotta sack up.
- Tonight's the big field hockey match
against the East Side Gentlemen.
You're out here like a pound puppy.
Sorry, guys, but I can barely navigate
the hellish vortex
between breakfast and dinner,
let alone the labyrinth
of the field hockey field.
- What are you saying, dawg?
- I'm saying
I'm not playing
in tonight's field hockey championship.
The whole season's been building up
to this match!
We gotta teach those old money fuckboys
a lesson!
You can't give Arcangelo
the satisfaction, B.
Win, lose...
we'll all be equal in the grave.
Sir, we really should get going.
I told you to clear my schedule.
I'm grieving the death of a relationship.
I understand,
but the reservation is in 15 minutes.
I'm simply too blue for lunch.
I would strongly advise against
incurring the wrath of Aunt Agatha, sir.
Fine. Let's go.
See you, Lexy. See you, Gottlieb.
So, we'll see you at the game?
We're counting on you, Kaz!
God, I miss Cathy.
- She loved ice cream.
- Come, sir.
There's always a silver lining.
Now that you're single,
your name's officially
on the Bachelor Ranking Board
in Times Square.
It's an honor to top the Bachelor Board,
but it's an honor I dream not of.
Well, sir, you're not quite at the top.
I'm number two?
Two is a rather prestigious number.
Two is the loneliest number, Charles.
Especially when you're second
to a jackass.
Why are you late?
Don't you have a watch?
Who cares what time it is
when the future's an interminable abyss
of wackness?
Kaz, you're not a gentleman of leisure
like those other uptown buffoons.
You can't just drink Americanos
and watch tennis all day.
- You have work to do.
- Aunt Agatha, I'm well aware that I'm...
We are members of the magistocracy.
You are a magistocrat.
You have a sacred duty to protect the city
as well as our family name.
Never forget the tremendous odds
your ancestors overcame
to establish the family in Neo Yokio.
Aunt Agatha, Cathy left me.
And I'm sorry if I'm disgracing
the family, but I'm depressed.
Ha. Cathy?
Did you really think it would work out
with an East Side girl?
Well, why wouldn't it?
Because however many times
we save the city,
however elegant we become,
in their eyes,
we will always be neo riche,
just a bunch of Rat Catchers.
Don't say that, Aunt Agatha.
Oh, grow up. You're old enough
to see the world as it really is.
Now, listen,
I've heard some wonderful news
from Lady Three Jane this morning.
Helena Saint Tesoro is possessed!
Helena Saint Tesoro? The fashion blogger?
- Perhaps the greatest of the modern era.
- Damn, I haven't see her
since Freddie Miles threw that crazy party
out in the Hamptons. She's possessed?
That sucks.
Focus, Kaz.
Her family's in dire need of our help.
I have arranged for you to go exorcise her
this afternoon.
Aunt Agatha,
I don't have the emotional energy
to do anything tonight.
Even if I did, the guys are expecting me
at the field hockey match.
Wicked boy, don't you understand?
If you refuse to perform your duties,
there is no field hockey,
no more gentleman's club dues,
no more extravagant rent.
You need to work
to support your wretched lifestyle.
Now, eat your tiramisu.
I've lost my appetite.
You know, Charles,
buying a new suit is the only good thing
about having to work.
You are a true master, sir.
Watching you shop purely by touch
is inspiring.
Welcome back, Mr. Kaan.
So good to have you in the store.
And congratulations
on your recent appearance
- on the Bachelor Board.
- Oh, thanks.
How are the new suits feeling?
Anything else I can help you with?
New pair of Margiela field hockey trainers
for the big match?
Actually,
I don't think I'll be playing tonight.
What? I've been waiting
for this game all season.
Sorry to disappoint you, salesclerk,
but the universe is dictated by forces
far greater than field hockey.
I'm sorry, I'm...
I'm just such a sports nut.
Well, you're in luck, my friend,
because a real sportsman
has just entered Bergdorf's.
Oh, Arcangelo.
I'd recognize your shitty voice anywhere.
Oh, look.
It's Neo Yokio's
second most eligible bachelor.
Look at you, trying to class yourself up
with a new suit?
You'll need more than that
to take the top spot from me.
You can keep the top spot.
I honestly couldn't care less
about that stupid list.
Gentlemen, please don't fight.
It is an honor to have the number one
and number two bachelors
in our store today.
You are both elegant gentlemen
and excellent field hockey players.
Please, allow me to show you
to your dressing rooms.
So, I hear you're gonna chicken out
on the game tonight.
Fuck the game.
I have a lot more on my mind these days.
In fact, I have a very high profile
and lucrative job tonight.
Job? You mean, like, work?
I am a magistocratic exorcist,
and it's my sacred duty, you jackass.
Sacred duty, what a joke.
No wonder Cathy left you.
You're just a neo riche loser.
I am not neo riche!
You know what, Arcangelo?
I will see you at that game tonight.
And, salesclerk, I'll take the suit.
Sir, I don't see how you can
make it to the job and the game.
A teen exorcism can take all night.
Didn't you see me back there?
This exorcism will be a walk in the park.
The Sea Beneath 14th Street
brings back a lot of memories.
Some happy... but others, quite sad.
Mr. Kaan,
we've been expecting you.
Right this way.
Charles, who are these girls?
These are Helena's biggest fans.
- We're called Helenists, you herb.
- She's our queen.
Her blog is our bible.
Neo Yokio's second most eligible bachelor
in our home.
Thank you for coming.
I'm so sorry to hear about Helena.
How is she?
Well, it's a tad awkward to talk about it
because she seems a bit possessed.
It's so out of character for her.
She never cavorts with wraiths or demons.
When did it start?
Two days ago, she took a trip uptown
with her friends
to get a preview of the fall collections.
The prime minister of Chanel presented her
with a custom suit.
What an honor.
I know. But when she got home,
she started feeling unwell.
And the next day, she had become
an entirely different person.
We've always kept her so well-guarded.
I can't imagine
how this could've happened.
Rest assured, your family's nightmare
will be over in no time.
Now, where is she?
She's floating up in her bedroom.
Hey, Helena, what's up?
It's me, Kaz Kaan.
So, this is kind of awkward.
I haven't seen you since that party
in the Hamptons at Freddie Miles' place.
You know, when we hooked up.
Uh, anyway, that's a dope Chanel suit.
What's it made of, tweed?
I'm a huge fan of fabrics.
You mind if I touch it?
Ow!
Okay. Enough small talk.
Let's do this.
What happened? Is she cured?
I'm sorry. No.
She was totally immune to my charms.
Well, get back in there and try again.
There's nothing I can do.
She's too powerful.
This is outrageous.
- I'm calling your aunt.
- Could we leave Aunt Agatha out of this?
Leave this townhouse at once.
I don't get it.
Why didn't my powers work on Helena?
I hate to be the bearer of bad news, sir,
but it has taken a toll on your ranking.
I'm behind Luke Silver-Greenberg?
That's horrendous.
It's always darkest before the dawn, sir.
Shall we get you a giant Toblerone?
Chocolate always cheers you up.
No, Charles, I wanna visit the grave.
You've designed yourself
a beautiful grave, sir.
I'm gonna rest for a bit.
I recognize that scent.
Excuse me, old man,
but what are you doing over there?
Oh. I'm just tending to my wife's grave.
Tending it with perfume? How odd.
Might seem strange,
but Babylon N°5
was her favorite perfume in the universe.
Hmm. It's really not
a very elegant perfume.
It achieved global success,
but in a marketplace
far less crowded than today's.
I believe a classic is a classic
when talking about clothes, cars
or watches,
but scents need to change with the times,
don't you agree?
I never thought about it like that.
Don't get me wrong.
I'm very touched by your dedication
to your dead wife,
but perhaps her spirit would be cheered
by a newer, more youthful perfume.
Santal 33 perhaps?
I could have my mecha
whip you up a sample.
I have full fabrication abilities.
Thank you,
but she just loves her Babylon.
You old folks are funny like that.
You don't have the same understanding
of style.
The girls of my generation
would never wear Babylon N°5.
They prefer a less mainstream fragrance.
Helena Saint Tesoro once wrote an essay
about this.
I'm not familiar with her work.
She's the greatest teen fashion blogger
of the modern era.
With her, everything has to be unique.
Even her Chanel suit is a custom job.
Mm-hmm.
In fact, she only received it a week ago.
It wasn't subject
to the same security procedures
as other luxury items.
It was open, it was vulnerable...
The perfect place for a demon to hide!
Could it really be?
Yes, Charles.
The reason I couldn't exorcise Helena
was because it wasn't her,
but rather her suit that was possessed.
Brilliant, sir.
I know what to do now.
Let's head downtown. There's still time!
Sir, at this hour,
the bubble traffic is horrendous.
It could take us hours.
To hell with it. Let's go express.
Look who's back.
Very clever, possessing a Chanel suit.
You knew a bespoke item
was your only shot at getting to Helena.
It was too easy.
You fools will never be safe.
Your vanity ensures it.
Karl Lagerfeld said vanity
is the healthiest thing in life.
God, you really are a herb.
Behold the pale horse
and prepare to meet the dark forces
that lie beneath your precious city.
Demon, be gone from the Chanel suit!
Coco Chanel, may her memory be blessed.
Helena, are you okay?
Wake up! Wake up!
Ha! You may have destroyed the suit,
but you haven't destroyed me.
Oh, no!
No!
Helena!
- Kaz Kaan?
- Hey, Helena.
Oh, my God.
I haven't seen you since Freddie Miles'
party out in the Hamptons.
That was a crazy night.
Yeah, we had fun.
I know. How come you never called me
when we got back to the city?
Well, you started dating Cathy.
She actually just broke up with me.
That's a shame.
Yeah, it is.
Well, maybe now I'll call you.
That would be sick.
The West Side Gentlemen
are getting killed.
If I was you, I'd pack it up and go home,
West Side wimps.
Time out!
This is impossible, man.
- Where's Kaz?
- He didn't show up.
He doesn't even care
about field hockey anymore.
Wait.
Is that him?
I can't believe it!
It's Kaz Kaan!
Kaz, homey, you made it!
Gentlemen, I'm sorry I'm late.
As you know, I've been really depressed,
and it's affected my attitude
toward field hockey,
but I'm here now,
and I know we can beat these bastards.
Yeah!
Yo, flagrant foul, man! Flagrant!
It's a penalty shot for Kaz!
This is a field for gentlemen.
You should be selling popcorn
in the stands, you peasant.
A true gentleman excels
in both work and leisure.
Heavens to Betsy,
they're bringing in a ringer.
You see how diesel this goalie is?
This shit is impossible.
- No way the ball's getting past him.
- No way.
Good luck, Rat Catcher.
I love sports!
- Charles, play Vivaldi's concerto.
- In D minor, sir?
No. In E-flat major.
Ah! Very good, sir.
I am Neo Yokio's
most eligible bachelor.
I am the proud scion
of a storied and powerful family.
This is my city,
and I'm sworn to protect it.
Yes, my girlfriend broke up with me
to take a finance job in San Francisco,
but I am still here
in the greatest city in the world.
Tomorrow,
the cherry blossoms will bloom,
the sun will shine.
It is springtime in Neo Yokio,
and life is worth living.
in the world.
It is the most populous
urban agglomeration in North America,
but its prestige does not merely stem
from its size.
From Bronx prefecture
to the aquatic elegance of Battery Park,
Neo Yokio is a diverse labyrinth
of cultural and architectural innovation.
No wonder we play host
to many
of the planet's most prestigious events.
Of course, whenever a city
becomes the envy of the world,
problems are bound to arise.
In the 18th century,
the first wave
of demonic attacks wreaked havoc
on Neo Yokio.
From origins unknown,
hateful creatures sought
to destroy the city on a mass scale.
In a stroke of genius,
Neo Yokio's then mayor, Theodore Corelli,
invited the exorcists of the old world,
peasant practitioners of the dark arts,
colloquially known as Rat Catchers
to become citizens.
In exchange for their citizenship,
these exorcists used their talents
to save the city.
Many of the descendants
are now part of Neo Yokio high society,
adding to our rich cultural tapestry.
Although demonic threats have been
greatly minimized,
you will still be subject to search
and questioning at our discretion.
Please have your documents ready
and welcome to Neo Yokio.
Sir, I almost forgot.
Your watch is fixed.
I picked it up this afternoon.
It's been three weeks,
and I still can't believe
she's really gone.
My one true love
is now living the glamorous life
of an investment banker in San Francisco,
while I remain in Neo Yokio haunted
by her memory.
In happier times,
I watched her play on this very court.
No doubt she's found
a new tennis club by now.
Sir, I understand that matters
of the heart are mysterious and profound,
but destroying a 1919 Cartier Tank
is a bit, well... imprudent.
Hell, yeah, it is.
That's a dope-ass watch.
Hey, Lexy. Hey, Gottlieb.
- You gotta sack up.
- Tonight's the big field hockey match
against the East Side Gentlemen.
You're out here like a pound puppy.
Sorry, guys, but I can barely navigate
the hellish vortex
between breakfast and dinner,
let alone the labyrinth
of the field hockey field.
- What are you saying, dawg?
- I'm saying
I'm not playing
in tonight's field hockey championship.
The whole season's been building up
to this match!
We gotta teach those old money fuckboys
a lesson!
You can't give Arcangelo
the satisfaction, B.
Win, lose...
we'll all be equal in the grave.
Sir, we really should get going.
I told you to clear my schedule.
I'm grieving the death of a relationship.
I understand,
but the reservation is in 15 minutes.
I'm simply too blue for lunch.
I would strongly advise against
incurring the wrath of Aunt Agatha, sir.
Fine. Let's go.
See you, Lexy. See you, Gottlieb.
So, we'll see you at the game?
We're counting on you, Kaz!
God, I miss Cathy.
- She loved ice cream.
- Come, sir.
There's always a silver lining.
Now that you're single,
your name's officially
on the Bachelor Ranking Board
in Times Square.
It's an honor to top the Bachelor Board,
but it's an honor I dream not of.
Well, sir, you're not quite at the top.
I'm number two?
Two is a rather prestigious number.
Two is the loneliest number, Charles.
Especially when you're second
to a jackass.
Why are you late?
Don't you have a watch?
Who cares what time it is
when the future's an interminable abyss
of wackness?
Kaz, you're not a gentleman of leisure
like those other uptown buffoons.
You can't just drink Americanos
and watch tennis all day.
- You have work to do.
- Aunt Agatha, I'm well aware that I'm...
We are members of the magistocracy.
You are a magistocrat.
You have a sacred duty to protect the city
as well as our family name.
Never forget the tremendous odds
your ancestors overcame
to establish the family in Neo Yokio.
Aunt Agatha, Cathy left me.
And I'm sorry if I'm disgracing
the family, but I'm depressed.
Ha. Cathy?
Did you really think it would work out
with an East Side girl?
Well, why wouldn't it?
Because however many times
we save the city,
however elegant we become,
in their eyes,
we will always be neo riche,
just a bunch of Rat Catchers.
Don't say that, Aunt Agatha.
Oh, grow up. You're old enough
to see the world as it really is.
Now, listen,
I've heard some wonderful news
from Lady Three Jane this morning.
Helena Saint Tesoro is possessed!
Helena Saint Tesoro? The fashion blogger?
- Perhaps the greatest of the modern era.
- Damn, I haven't see her
since Freddie Miles threw that crazy party
out in the Hamptons. She's possessed?
That sucks.
Focus, Kaz.
Her family's in dire need of our help.
I have arranged for you to go exorcise her
this afternoon.
Aunt Agatha,
I don't have the emotional energy
to do anything tonight.
Even if I did, the guys are expecting me
at the field hockey match.
Wicked boy, don't you understand?
If you refuse to perform your duties,
there is no field hockey,
no more gentleman's club dues,
no more extravagant rent.
You need to work
to support your wretched lifestyle.
Now, eat your tiramisu.
I've lost my appetite.
You know, Charles,
buying a new suit is the only good thing
about having to work.
You are a true master, sir.
Watching you shop purely by touch
is inspiring.
Welcome back, Mr. Kaan.
So good to have you in the store.
And congratulations
on your recent appearance
- on the Bachelor Board.
- Oh, thanks.
How are the new suits feeling?
Anything else I can help you with?
New pair of Margiela field hockey trainers
for the big match?
Actually,
I don't think I'll be playing tonight.
What? I've been waiting
for this game all season.
Sorry to disappoint you, salesclerk,
but the universe is dictated by forces
far greater than field hockey.
I'm sorry, I'm...
I'm just such a sports nut.
Well, you're in luck, my friend,
because a real sportsman
has just entered Bergdorf's.
Oh, Arcangelo.
I'd recognize your shitty voice anywhere.
Oh, look.
It's Neo Yokio's
second most eligible bachelor.
Look at you, trying to class yourself up
with a new suit?
You'll need more than that
to take the top spot from me.
You can keep the top spot.
I honestly couldn't care less
about that stupid list.
Gentlemen, please don't fight.
It is an honor to have the number one
and number two bachelors
in our store today.
You are both elegant gentlemen
and excellent field hockey players.
Please, allow me to show you
to your dressing rooms.
So, I hear you're gonna chicken out
on the game tonight.
Fuck the game.
I have a lot more on my mind these days.
In fact, I have a very high profile
and lucrative job tonight.
Job? You mean, like, work?
I am a magistocratic exorcist,
and it's my sacred duty, you jackass.
Sacred duty, what a joke.
No wonder Cathy left you.
You're just a neo riche loser.
I am not neo riche!
You know what, Arcangelo?
I will see you at that game tonight.
And, salesclerk, I'll take the suit.
Sir, I don't see how you can
make it to the job and the game.
A teen exorcism can take all night.
Didn't you see me back there?
This exorcism will be a walk in the park.
The Sea Beneath 14th Street
brings back a lot of memories.
Some happy... but others, quite sad.
Mr. Kaan,
we've been expecting you.
Right this way.
Charles, who are these girls?
These are Helena's biggest fans.
- We're called Helenists, you herb.
- She's our queen.
Her blog is our bible.
Neo Yokio's second most eligible bachelor
in our home.
Thank you for coming.
I'm so sorry to hear about Helena.
How is she?
Well, it's a tad awkward to talk about it
because she seems a bit possessed.
It's so out of character for her.
She never cavorts with wraiths or demons.
When did it start?
Two days ago, she took a trip uptown
with her friends
to get a preview of the fall collections.
The prime minister of Chanel presented her
with a custom suit.
What an honor.
I know. But when she got home,
she started feeling unwell.
And the next day, she had become
an entirely different person.
We've always kept her so well-guarded.
I can't imagine
how this could've happened.
Rest assured, your family's nightmare
will be over in no time.
Now, where is she?
She's floating up in her bedroom.
Hey, Helena, what's up?
It's me, Kaz Kaan.
So, this is kind of awkward.
I haven't seen you since that party
in the Hamptons at Freddie Miles' place.
You know, when we hooked up.
Uh, anyway, that's a dope Chanel suit.
What's it made of, tweed?
I'm a huge fan of fabrics.
You mind if I touch it?
Ow!
Okay. Enough small talk.
Let's do this.
What happened? Is she cured?
I'm sorry. No.
She was totally immune to my charms.
Well, get back in there and try again.
There's nothing I can do.
She's too powerful.
This is outrageous.
- I'm calling your aunt.
- Could we leave Aunt Agatha out of this?
Leave this townhouse at once.
I don't get it.
Why didn't my powers work on Helena?
I hate to be the bearer of bad news, sir,
but it has taken a toll on your ranking.
I'm behind Luke Silver-Greenberg?
That's horrendous.
It's always darkest before the dawn, sir.
Shall we get you a giant Toblerone?
Chocolate always cheers you up.
No, Charles, I wanna visit the grave.
You've designed yourself
a beautiful grave, sir.
I'm gonna rest for a bit.
I recognize that scent.
Excuse me, old man,
but what are you doing over there?
Oh. I'm just tending to my wife's grave.
Tending it with perfume? How odd.
Might seem strange,
but Babylon N°5
was her favorite perfume in the universe.
Hmm. It's really not
a very elegant perfume.
It achieved global success,
but in a marketplace
far less crowded than today's.
I believe a classic is a classic
when talking about clothes, cars
or watches,
but scents need to change with the times,
don't you agree?
I never thought about it like that.
Don't get me wrong.
I'm very touched by your dedication
to your dead wife,
but perhaps her spirit would be cheered
by a newer, more youthful perfume.
Santal 33 perhaps?
I could have my mecha
whip you up a sample.
I have full fabrication abilities.
Thank you,
but she just loves her Babylon.
You old folks are funny like that.
You don't have the same understanding
of style.
The girls of my generation
would never wear Babylon N°5.
They prefer a less mainstream fragrance.
Helena Saint Tesoro once wrote an essay
about this.
I'm not familiar with her work.
She's the greatest teen fashion blogger
of the modern era.
With her, everything has to be unique.
Even her Chanel suit is a custom job.
Mm-hmm.
In fact, she only received it a week ago.
It wasn't subject
to the same security procedures
as other luxury items.
It was open, it was vulnerable...
The perfect place for a demon to hide!
Could it really be?
Yes, Charles.
The reason I couldn't exorcise Helena
was because it wasn't her,
but rather her suit that was possessed.
Brilliant, sir.
I know what to do now.
Let's head downtown. There's still time!
Sir, at this hour,
the bubble traffic is horrendous.
It could take us hours.
To hell with it. Let's go express.
Look who's back.
Very clever, possessing a Chanel suit.
You knew a bespoke item
was your only shot at getting to Helena.
It was too easy.
You fools will never be safe.
Your vanity ensures it.
Karl Lagerfeld said vanity
is the healthiest thing in life.
God, you really are a herb.
Behold the pale horse
and prepare to meet the dark forces
that lie beneath your precious city.
Demon, be gone from the Chanel suit!
Coco Chanel, may her memory be blessed.
Helena, are you okay?
Wake up! Wake up!
Ha! You may have destroyed the suit,
but you haven't destroyed me.
Oh, no!
No!
Helena!
- Kaz Kaan?
- Hey, Helena.
Oh, my God.
I haven't seen you since Freddie Miles'
party out in the Hamptons.
That was a crazy night.
Yeah, we had fun.
I know. How come you never called me
when we got back to the city?
Well, you started dating Cathy.
She actually just broke up with me.
That's a shame.
Yeah, it is.
Well, maybe now I'll call you.
That would be sick.
The West Side Gentlemen
are getting killed.
If I was you, I'd pack it up and go home,
West Side wimps.
Time out!
This is impossible, man.
- Where's Kaz?
- He didn't show up.
He doesn't even care
about field hockey anymore.
Wait.
Is that him?
I can't believe it!
It's Kaz Kaan!
Kaz, homey, you made it!
Gentlemen, I'm sorry I'm late.
As you know, I've been really depressed,
and it's affected my attitude
toward field hockey,
but I'm here now,
and I know we can beat these bastards.
Yeah!
Yo, flagrant foul, man! Flagrant!
It's a penalty shot for Kaz!
This is a field for gentlemen.
You should be selling popcorn
in the stands, you peasant.
A true gentleman excels
in both work and leisure.
Heavens to Betsy,
they're bringing in a ringer.
You see how diesel this goalie is?
This shit is impossible.
- No way the ball's getting past him.
- No way.
Good luck, Rat Catcher.
I love sports!
- Charles, play Vivaldi's concerto.
- In D minor, sir?
No. In E-flat major.
Ah! Very good, sir.
I am Neo Yokio's
most eligible bachelor.
I am the proud scion
of a storied and powerful family.
This is my city,
and I'm sworn to protect it.
Yes, my girlfriend broke up with me
to take a finance job in San Francisco,
but I am still here
in the greatest city in the world.
Tomorrow,
the cherry blossoms will bloom,
the sun will shine.
It is springtime in Neo Yokio,
and life is worth living.