The Big O (1999–2003): Season 2, Episode 1 - Roger the Wanderer - full transcript
It's okay if some people like to
dance in the rain without an umbrella.
That's what it means
to be free.
Big O!
SHOWTIME!
It's too soon.
If the power is released now,
it'll ruin everything.
Who came to the conclusion
that there isn't anyone...
...outside of Paradigm City,
Mr. Negotiator?
Here is my answer!
People don't live their lives
ruled by their memories!
It wasn't just the people of this city
who lost their memory 40 years ago.
The foreigners who come here
in search of the Memory fragments...
...that slumber beneath us
also lost--
Mind if I ask you something?
When you resigned
from the Military Police,
was Big O already
waiting for you to--
We're the ones
who protect this city!
It's all a lie.
The giant robots that ran rampant.
The power of God wielded by man.
Who am I?!
I have most likely been looking
after both you and Big O...
...since before we lost our
memories, Master Roger.
Fire!
Roger Smith!
Foreign Megadeuses...
Foreign people...
Roger Smith... Just as
I thought, you aren't--
You don't have what it takes
to pilot a Big, Negotiator.
Who... Who am I?
W-Who am I...?
What is this place?
Isn't this the
Paradigm City I know?
Why am I here?
I... I think I was
in the middle of a fight.
Hey!
That's my seat.
Beat it!
A city without Domes.
Warm sunlight.
People here haven't
lost their memory.
What is this place?
Where should I go?
Excuse me, sir, but do you
have business here'?
This is my home.
This is a bank.
Get out!
Didn't you hear me?
This is my home!
Who gave you permission
to turn my home into a bank?
You might want to look in a mirror
before speaking so haughtily, sir.
Beck...
Mister Beck.
Poor manners, too.
What a troublesome customer...
What are you doing here?!
I don't have any acquaintances from
a low-income bracket such as yourself...
...who address me in such
a familiar manner.
Get out of my home, Beck!
Even if a person deposits just
five cents here at Acme Bank,
we treat that person
as a valued customer.
We here are proud
of that fact.
However, we at this bank, which shoulders
the burden of social welfare,
will speak in good faith with even this poor,
pitiable man who lives in a fantasy world.
You should start running before you're
crushed under a pile of rubble!
Where am I supposed to go?
Father!
R. Dorothy...
Do--
Dorothy.
Let's go in.
This is a city I don't know.
My scruffy clothes
are behind the times.
No, maybe it's the opposite.
In any case, this is a time I don't know.
These are Memories I don't know.
Who am I?
I could never work up any pride
in my job in the Military Police...
...defending law and order in Paradigm City
as one of Dan Datsun's men,
so I used some incident or other
as a pretext to leave the force.
It was soon after that
when I met him.
When I met Big O.
It was purely on a whim
that I latched onto the idea...
...of making this decaying bank building
outside the Domes into my home.
Or so I thought.
But it seems that
wasn't the case.
Welcome home, Master.
"Master"? But this is the
first time we've met.
My own memories
tell me that, as well.
Nevertheless, you are
the master I serve.
You really shouldn't
go around deciding--
Might I ask your name, sir?
It is terribly rude to not know
the name of the man one serves.
My name is Roger Smith.
Master Roger Smith, then.
Allow me, Norman Burg, to see to both
your care and its maintenance.
"It"? What do you mean, "It"?
You must be crazy!
Maintenance of what?
I speak of that which,
by working with you,
can be an instrument of God
rather than a mere lump of steel.
Forty years ago,
I lost my memory.
Nevertheless, I have spent each
day ever since working on it...
...so that it would not rust up
and become inoperative.
My only fear has been that
I would grow old and feeble...
...before the man I am
to serve would appear.
But today, that fear
has been dispelled.
What do you mean, "It"?
I have simply called it
the gigantic "O."
Big O...?
Why do you assume that I'm the one
who's supposed to team up with it?
Speak its name into your watch,
Master Roger, and you will understand.
Big O was waiting for me.
But I've lost any proof that
thaw what really happened.
Were my memories mistaken
from the very beginning?
Just who was I portraying
in those illusory memories?
In the world I used to be in,
all memories and all records...
...of events prior to
40 years ago had vanished.
From that point on, maybe we had been
portraying people other than ourselves.
My history...
The history of the man named
Roger Smith was boring in the extreme.
He was raised in an orphanage
and gained the right to an education...
...under the auspices of
an affluent foster family.
Memories...
Those loathsome false shackles...
I wish they'd...
...JUST GO AWAY!
Just as I don't know this city,
it, in return, doesn't know me.
I'm nothing but a man whose existence
has no value or meaning in this city.
Watch it!
The Paradigm City Negotiator...
The man named Roger Smith...
The man who would
team up with Big O...
I was only an actor
who played those parts.
If those roles were taken away
I'd have no value in that world.
So, there's an Angel here, too.
I'd rather you didn't call me
strange names, Major.
W-What did you call me?
Have you forgotten me, too?
What name do you have now?
What role are you playing, Angel?
I really don't like
being called that, Major.
So, I'm playing a soldier
this time, am I?
What kind of scene
will this be?
I'm a soldier, huh?
Do I turn my gun on innocent
children on the battlefield?
My, what a pleasant
imagination you have.
Were you really that afraid
of reawakening it?
Afraid?
Not all Memories
are pleasant ones.
Among my Memories, which I myself
already know to be uncertain,
the most unpleasant of all
is starting to reawaken.
This emotion that
I'm feeling nom..
This primal, illogical emotion called "terror"
that I don't want to admit to having...
Are you all right?
Where are you taking me?
To where you used to be.
P-Please, stop...!
You want to run away again?
Run away?
I ran away?
Me?
I understand now.
The thing I should
be fighting...
...is the terror within me
that I'd always been afraid of.
I had never admitted
to myself that it existed
I've been pretending not to see the
very thing I should be fighting against.
Roger Smith.
Dorothy Wayneright...
You called me Roger Smith
just now, didn't you, Dorothy?
It's all right for me
to play Roger Smith?
Play? You're not
an actor, Roger Smith.
That's right,
R. Dorothy Wayneright!
As long as you keep calling me
by that name, I'll be Roger Smith!
Big O!
Showtime!
Action!
All personnel, fall back!
Fall back!
Fall back!
My name is Roger Smith.
I'm a Negotiator in this city
that's lost its memory.
Have the Military Police retrieve
our three gifts from abroad.
As you wish.
dance in the rain without an umbrella.
That's what it means
to be free.
Big O!
SHOWTIME!
It's too soon.
If the power is released now,
it'll ruin everything.
Who came to the conclusion
that there isn't anyone...
...outside of Paradigm City,
Mr. Negotiator?
Here is my answer!
People don't live their lives
ruled by their memories!
It wasn't just the people of this city
who lost their memory 40 years ago.
The foreigners who come here
in search of the Memory fragments...
...that slumber beneath us
also lost--
Mind if I ask you something?
When you resigned
from the Military Police,
was Big O already
waiting for you to--
We're the ones
who protect this city!
It's all a lie.
The giant robots that ran rampant.
The power of God wielded by man.
Who am I?!
I have most likely been looking
after both you and Big O...
...since before we lost our
memories, Master Roger.
Fire!
Roger Smith!
Foreign Megadeuses...
Foreign people...
Roger Smith... Just as
I thought, you aren't--
You don't have what it takes
to pilot a Big, Negotiator.
Who... Who am I?
W-Who am I...?
What is this place?
Isn't this the
Paradigm City I know?
Why am I here?
I... I think I was
in the middle of a fight.
Hey!
That's my seat.
Beat it!
A city without Domes.
Warm sunlight.
People here haven't
lost their memory.
What is this place?
Where should I go?
Excuse me, sir, but do you
have business here'?
This is my home.
This is a bank.
Get out!
Didn't you hear me?
This is my home!
Who gave you permission
to turn my home into a bank?
You might want to look in a mirror
before speaking so haughtily, sir.
Beck...
Mister Beck.
Poor manners, too.
What a troublesome customer...
What are you doing here?!
I don't have any acquaintances from
a low-income bracket such as yourself...
...who address me in such
a familiar manner.
Get out of my home, Beck!
Even if a person deposits just
five cents here at Acme Bank,
we treat that person
as a valued customer.
We here are proud
of that fact.
However, we at this bank, which shoulders
the burden of social welfare,
will speak in good faith with even this poor,
pitiable man who lives in a fantasy world.
You should start running before you're
crushed under a pile of rubble!
Where am I supposed to go?
Father!
R. Dorothy...
Do--
Dorothy.
Let's go in.
This is a city I don't know.
My scruffy clothes
are behind the times.
No, maybe it's the opposite.
In any case, this is a time I don't know.
These are Memories I don't know.
Who am I?
I could never work up any pride
in my job in the Military Police...
...defending law and order in Paradigm City
as one of Dan Datsun's men,
so I used some incident or other
as a pretext to leave the force.
It was soon after that
when I met him.
When I met Big O.
It was purely on a whim
that I latched onto the idea...
...of making this decaying bank building
outside the Domes into my home.
Or so I thought.
But it seems that
wasn't the case.
Welcome home, Master.
"Master"? But this is the
first time we've met.
My own memories
tell me that, as well.
Nevertheless, you are
the master I serve.
You really shouldn't
go around deciding--
Might I ask your name, sir?
It is terribly rude to not know
the name of the man one serves.
My name is Roger Smith.
Master Roger Smith, then.
Allow me, Norman Burg, to see to both
your care and its maintenance.
"It"? What do you mean, "It"?
You must be crazy!
Maintenance of what?
I speak of that which,
by working with you,
can be an instrument of God
rather than a mere lump of steel.
Forty years ago,
I lost my memory.
Nevertheless, I have spent each
day ever since working on it...
...so that it would not rust up
and become inoperative.
My only fear has been that
I would grow old and feeble...
...before the man I am
to serve would appear.
But today, that fear
has been dispelled.
What do you mean, "It"?
I have simply called it
the gigantic "O."
Big O...?
Why do you assume that I'm the one
who's supposed to team up with it?
Speak its name into your watch,
Master Roger, and you will understand.
Big O was waiting for me.
But I've lost any proof that
thaw what really happened.
Were my memories mistaken
from the very beginning?
Just who was I portraying
in those illusory memories?
In the world I used to be in,
all memories and all records...
...of events prior to
40 years ago had vanished.
From that point on, maybe we had been
portraying people other than ourselves.
My history...
The history of the man named
Roger Smith was boring in the extreme.
He was raised in an orphanage
and gained the right to an education...
...under the auspices of
an affluent foster family.
Memories...
Those loathsome false shackles...
I wish they'd...
...JUST GO AWAY!
Just as I don't know this city,
it, in return, doesn't know me.
I'm nothing but a man whose existence
has no value or meaning in this city.
Watch it!
The Paradigm City Negotiator...
The man named Roger Smith...
The man who would
team up with Big O...
I was only an actor
who played those parts.
If those roles were taken away
I'd have no value in that world.
So, there's an Angel here, too.
I'd rather you didn't call me
strange names, Major.
W-What did you call me?
Have you forgotten me, too?
What name do you have now?
What role are you playing, Angel?
I really don't like
being called that, Major.
So, I'm playing a soldier
this time, am I?
What kind of scene
will this be?
I'm a soldier, huh?
Do I turn my gun on innocent
children on the battlefield?
My, what a pleasant
imagination you have.
Were you really that afraid
of reawakening it?
Afraid?
Not all Memories
are pleasant ones.
Among my Memories, which I myself
already know to be uncertain,
the most unpleasant of all
is starting to reawaken.
This emotion that
I'm feeling nom..
This primal, illogical emotion called "terror"
that I don't want to admit to having...
Are you all right?
Where are you taking me?
To where you used to be.
P-Please, stop...!
You want to run away again?
Run away?
I ran away?
Me?
I understand now.
The thing I should
be fighting...
...is the terror within me
that I'd always been afraid of.
I had never admitted
to myself that it existed
I've been pretending not to see the
very thing I should be fighting against.
Roger Smith.
Dorothy Wayneright...
You called me Roger Smith
just now, didn't you, Dorothy?
It's all right for me
to play Roger Smith?
Play? You're not
an actor, Roger Smith.
That's right,
R. Dorothy Wayneright!
As long as you keep calling me
by that name, I'll be Roger Smith!
Big O!
Showtime!
Action!
All personnel, fall back!
Fall back!
Fall back!
My name is Roger Smith.
I'm a Negotiator in this city
that's lost its memory.
Have the Military Police retrieve
our three gifts from abroad.
As you wish.