Noir (2001–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Maidens with Black Hands - full transcript
Mirielle teams up with a female assassin named Kirika who has lost her memory, and after agreeing to work together, Mireille warns Kirika that she will eventually kill her.
Coppelia?s casket
The flowing tears have already dried up
Solitude starved for blood
Death dances, smelling of angel down
In a town where the black sun never sets
Everyone works silently with an air of deception
I cannot meet you
I cannot meet you here
God, our savior
Coppelia?s casket
People are dolls tired of dancing
The lamb on the altar
Where is the mechanical dream headed?
Coppelia?s casket
O light awakened from the darkness
The lamb on the altar
Where is the dream with the broken spring headed?
Noir?
It is the name of an ancient fate.
Two maidens who govern death.
The peace of the newly born,
their black hands protect.
?Make a pilgrimage for the past with me.?
A pilgrimage to the past?
Whatever. This is stupid.
[Maidens with Black Hands]
Tell me.
Who in the world are you?
That?s as far as you go.
Some pilgrimage.
I?m only going to ask one more time.
Who are you?
Noir.
I?ve been waiting for you.
That little?
Are they after me?
No.
Don?t tell me that she did them all.
I can kill people.
So easily.
But then why?
?don?t I feel sad?
That should do it.
Thank you. You seem very familiar with treating wounds.
Were you once a nurse or something?
I don?t know.
So this is your home?
But it isn?t your home.
Kirika Yumura?
[Identification Card] [Kirika Yumura]
[Identification Card] [Kirika Yumura] That?s my name.
And that isn?t your real name either.
I?ve done some checking up on you.
The Yumura family of three bought this house half a year ago
and moved in.
Soon after, your parents went to America to their new job posts.
And you live here alone, attending school.
But it was all a lie.
The documents that were submitted to public offices
and the school were all forgeries.
Your family register, your parents? workplaces?
None of it actually exists.
The Yumura husband and wife disappeared immediately
under the pretext of moving overseas.
Someone was pretending to be your parents.
Who are you? Where did you come from and what were you doing here?
Is something wrong?
I don?t know why I can do things like this.
And that?s not all.
I?
?don?t know anything.
When I came to, I was here.
Who am I?
I am Noir.
Beyond that, I know nothing.
And I found this.
That isn?t all.
I know even more terrible things.
I do. Why?
You don?t remember anything about yourself.
What about me?
Mireille Bouquet, a most trustworthy assassin for hire.
I see.
Then shall we move on to the more important topic?
I know you found more than just this gun.
You have one more thing that you?re hiding.
Take it out.
Stop it.
You know, don?t you?
You know?
And then?
You contacted me.
Some pilgrimage.
Noir?
A pilgrimage to your past and mine.
One?
My job is to kill people.
Not to help them.
Two?
I have always worked alone.
And I intend to keep it?
Please lend me your help, Mireille.
What in the world am I? Just until?
Until I find that answer.
I?ve made the arrangements to leave the country.
Thank you.
Haven?t you had enough?
I can?t understand
why you?d bid your fond farewells in a place like this.
?Even when I was in a crowd, I was always alone.?
That isn?t mine. It was Ernest Hemingway.
Let?s go, Mireille.
You know what I do for a living.
I cannot let you live.
You know that, don?t you?
Yes?
All right, I?ll team up with you.
They are sure to come after us again.
There?s something I want to ask them.
When that?s over,
I will kill you.
I?ll be waiting for that moment.
The soft touch
Finally made me realize how cold my cheek was
Like waking up in the morning
And noticing the birds chirping for the first time
Suddenly
I don?t know anything yet
What my heart is seeking
I don?t know
I was always looking up at the sky
Like this, since who knows when
I would send my thoughts to right below that cloud
[Preview] [The land overflows with grief]
[And man commits wicked deed] [upon wicked deed]
[Heaven maintains its silence]
[Daily Bread]
The flowing tears have already dried up
Solitude starved for blood
Death dances, smelling of angel down
In a town where the black sun never sets
Everyone works silently with an air of deception
I cannot meet you
I cannot meet you here
God, our savior
Coppelia?s casket
People are dolls tired of dancing
The lamb on the altar
Where is the mechanical dream headed?
Coppelia?s casket
O light awakened from the darkness
The lamb on the altar
Where is the dream with the broken spring headed?
Noir?
It is the name of an ancient fate.
Two maidens who govern death.
The peace of the newly born,
their black hands protect.
?Make a pilgrimage for the past with me.?
A pilgrimage to the past?
Whatever. This is stupid.
[Maidens with Black Hands]
Tell me.
Who in the world are you?
That?s as far as you go.
Some pilgrimage.
I?m only going to ask one more time.
Who are you?
Noir.
I?ve been waiting for you.
That little?
Are they after me?
No.
Don?t tell me that she did them all.
I can kill people.
So easily.
But then why?
?don?t I feel sad?
That should do it.
Thank you. You seem very familiar with treating wounds.
Were you once a nurse or something?
I don?t know.
So this is your home?
But it isn?t your home.
Kirika Yumura?
[Identification Card] [Kirika Yumura]
[Identification Card] [Kirika Yumura] That?s my name.
And that isn?t your real name either.
I?ve done some checking up on you.
The Yumura family of three bought this house half a year ago
and moved in.
Soon after, your parents went to America to their new job posts.
And you live here alone, attending school.
But it was all a lie.
The documents that were submitted to public offices
and the school were all forgeries.
Your family register, your parents? workplaces?
None of it actually exists.
The Yumura husband and wife disappeared immediately
under the pretext of moving overseas.
Someone was pretending to be your parents.
Who are you? Where did you come from and what were you doing here?
Is something wrong?
I don?t know why I can do things like this.
And that?s not all.
I?
?don?t know anything.
When I came to, I was here.
Who am I?
I am Noir.
Beyond that, I know nothing.
And I found this.
That isn?t all.
I know even more terrible things.
I do. Why?
You don?t remember anything about yourself.
What about me?
Mireille Bouquet, a most trustworthy assassin for hire.
I see.
Then shall we move on to the more important topic?
I know you found more than just this gun.
You have one more thing that you?re hiding.
Take it out.
Stop it.
You know, don?t you?
You know?
And then?
You contacted me.
Some pilgrimage.
Noir?
A pilgrimage to your past and mine.
One?
My job is to kill people.
Not to help them.
Two?
I have always worked alone.
And I intend to keep it?
Please lend me your help, Mireille.
What in the world am I? Just until?
Until I find that answer.
I?ve made the arrangements to leave the country.
Thank you.
Haven?t you had enough?
I can?t understand
why you?d bid your fond farewells in a place like this.
?Even when I was in a crowd, I was always alone.?
That isn?t mine. It was Ernest Hemingway.
Let?s go, Mireille.
You know what I do for a living.
I cannot let you live.
You know that, don?t you?
Yes?
All right, I?ll team up with you.
They are sure to come after us again.
There?s something I want to ask them.
When that?s over,
I will kill you.
I?ll be waiting for that moment.
The soft touch
Finally made me realize how cold my cheek was
Like waking up in the morning
And noticing the birds chirping for the first time
Suddenly
I don?t know anything yet
What my heart is seeking
I don?t know
I was always looking up at the sky
Like this, since who knows when
I would send my thoughts to right below that cloud
[Preview] [The land overflows with grief]
[And man commits wicked deed] [upon wicked deed]
[Heaven maintains its silence]
[Daily Bread]