Dejima Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down…
The stage is set; now all Goda has to do is lean back and watch.
Kuze’s thoughts: This… could have gone a little better.
The top brass have to retaliate to save face. But they would go with the option that would cause the most panic…
I could have sworn the clubhouse was around here someplace…
And you… are… outta here!
If they knew how the old man’s been wet-nursing Kayabuki all this time, it’s a wonder they haven’t shot him on sight.
You’re really going to try and take on all these MIBs yourself?
Even when Kubota actually wants to help, he’s useless…
Goda knew he’d have a chance to reenact this training exercise, and this time he doesn’t have to worry about Section 9 interfering. Hamburger-head’s been planning twenty-odd steps ahead of the others.
“If you keep your weapons down, they won’t attack!” FWOOM! You were saying, Whitey?
Oh, dear! This neighborhood just keeps getting worse and worse!
(from inside the apartment) Yutaka, you moron, get your a55 back inside!
Even this clever counterattack has an unanticipated weakness, as you’ll soon see…
It’s true that a GSDA special ops team is heading in there… but that isn’t them.
(click) (dial tone)
Meanwhile, back at the war room…
Not sure if that “bozo” is Batou’s pet or not…
“I can’t drive too fast or else I’ll get caught.” I’m down to two points on my driver’s license and everyone on the bus smells funny.
“Whoever can put on the biggest grand-stand lay is gonna get all the marbles.” But at this point, there might not even be a ring left.
(cue theme from Jaws)
It seemed like a good idea at the time…
S-bomb at eleven o’clock!
The Major’s thoughts: This couldn’t possibly get any worse! (CRASH TINKLE SMASH!) I was wrong…
Any landing you can tuck and roll from…
Yawn. Please tell me someone at least has a deck of playing cards…
Ah, Proto. Not only handsome, but humble too!
So when all this falderal predictably goes south, Kayabuki becomes the fall girl and the next PM (probably Takekura) comes out smelling like a rose after cleaning up “her” mess…
Proto has good news… and bad news…
Wait a sec, where’d she go? And where’d he go?
A rare animation goof: Kuze’s shoes briefly change color.
Change? Spare change? Hey, mister, you got any spare change?
Batou’s thoughts: This couldn’t possibly get any worse! (BOOM!) I was wrong…
Note that the Tachis have picked up a few tactical points someplace…
You’ll have to excuse Proto, who’s a little busy right now…
Meanwhile, Takekura has gotten hungry and ordered a sub… with American cheese and extra meatballs.
To sum up: The Yankee sub fires a nuke missile, it triggers the plutonium Section 9 smuggled in, white noiseless flash, and it’ll all be blamed on the refugees. And after the fallout clears, Takekura and his American buttbuddies pull off a coup in more ways than one!
Aramaki knew he’d be spared because of his position… and who wants to pat down a wrinkly old man? Now the other two…
Here… here… here… there! POING!
Don’t worry… I’m ooooookay!
“Proto” as in “prototype”? And all this time I figured you were Greek!
With that coordinated attack, Kuze may as well have a neon arrow pointing to him. But if the Major can find him, that means…
The first team out seems to have forgotten something. S-bomb number two!
They knew the place was a war zone, but they didn’t expect it to be haunted. Or maybe they aren’t dealing with your average covert ops team.
Thrills, chills, and spills in the next ep. You can tell by the theme music.