JoJo's Bizarre Adventure (ジョジョの奇妙な冒険)

Vendor: Hey! You won't find a better deal, signore!

Man: The other guy said the same thing.

Vendor: Well, I'll throw in a personal tour of the city.

Man: Huh? Seriously?

Woman: What a character!

- What? Where did it go? - Man: What's wrong?

- Woman: My bag disappeared! - Vendor: Aww. Huh?

Man 2: As agreed.

Officer: So then...

There anything I should know about?

Man 2: Not a thing, thanks to you.

Officer: Is that right? I'll be off, then.

Man 3: This is what you wanted, right?

Boy: Y-yeah, that's the stuff.

But the thing is,

this is all the money I could scrounge together.

Man 3: In that case, I guess this is all you get.

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narrator: The jewel of southern italy, napoli.

It's a city so beautiful, a single visit

can satisfy the soul unto death, or so the saying goes.

- Women: Excuse me! - Man 4: Mm?

Woman: Do you know how we can get

to the church of santa chiara?

Man 4: Oh, santa chiara, you say?

You're gonna want to keep straight.

Then, at the first signal, you--

woman 2: Aha! I knew it!

The church is that way!

Woman 1: Okay, you were right!

Thank you very much for your he--( Gasps )

Man 4: Are you all right, miss?

Woman 1: Oh, yeah. Thanks for catching me.

Sorry for bumping into you.

Just watch where you're goin' next time.

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woman 1: Let's take off.

Man 4: Hey, miss,

you must have dropped this.

Woman 1: Eh? No way!

Oh, my gosh, you're the best!

Man 4: Happy to help.

Woman 2: Wow, talk about "mr. Sweep-you-off-your-feet."

Woman 1: Yeah, I should have snuck a pic with that cutie.

Eh? Bizarre.

Did they just fly out of my bag?

Woman 2: Huh? I thought they landed there and flew off.

Woman 1: Probably right.

Here in napoli, vigilance is a prized virtue.

Scusi. I'll take a cioccolato and pistacchio, please.

- Hmm? - Vendor: Huh?

Man 4: Make it two.

Vendor: Va bene.

Mmm.

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Guard: Come on, people!

No license, no work!

Don't make me say it again!

Get a move on, would ya?!

Cazzo.

Hey! You only moved one car down!

Man: There? You see? A mess. I can bypass that.

- Man 2: What do you think? - ( Woman groans )

Man 1: There ain't a cheaper way downtown.

Man 3: Yeah? What do you call cheap?

- ( Man 1 gasps ) - ( Shovel scraping )

Uh, luca.

Luca: Did you forget? You fork over

the street tax you owe me before doin' business.

Man 1: Have mercy, please!

Luca: I thought I was pretty clear.

Taxes first, then work.

- Man 1: But-- - luca: But what, dead man?!

Man 1: But I've got a family to feed.

Luca: Oh.

P-please, no!

Luca: I'd like to say I feel for you, guy,

but friendship is thicker than blood. Got it?!

Man 1: If you off me, you won't know

who else is dealing behind your back!

- Luca: Name. - ( Man 1 whimpers )

Luca: Give me the rat bastard's name.

Man 1: It's giorno, giorno giovanna.

Luca: Giorno?

Man 1: Yeah, and the kid's been making a killing, too!

Luca: So that's how it is.

Thanks.

The info's much appreciated.

- ( Man 1 shrieks ) - ( Tires squeal )

Guard: Hey, buster, didn't you hear what I just said?!

No license, no work!

Keep it movin'!

Driver: Buon giorno!

Koichi: I finally made it.

What a journey! ( Sighs )

I'm definitely not in japan anymore.

Okay, let's get down to business.

Haruno shiobana. That's not a name you hear every day.

I should head for the hotel.

I can't track this guy down

carrying my bags around with me.

All right, now to find a taxi stand.

Guard: Damn, look at him go!

Guard 2: I know! I can't think of anyone

who can futz with their ear like that!

It's one hell of a crazy trick!

How is he even doing that?

Guard 2: Gross! That's foul.

Guard 1: How'd this guy fold in his entire ear?

- Koichi: Wow. - Guard 2: Gotta say, kid,

that just made my whole day.

Driver: Grazie.

Guard 2: Just keep it on the down-low, yeah?

You stay weird now.

Driver: Hmm?

- ( Koichi gasps ) - Driver: Need a taxi?

Koichi: No! No, I'm fine. Really, thank you.

Driver: Are you sure? I'll drop you off for 180,000 lira.

That's a pretty sweet deal.

And I can least get you to the center of town.

Koichi: Let's see, now.

So the conversion would be about 10,000 yen.

Not interested!

That's double the going rate, buddy!

Driver: Wow, nice job.

- You speak excellent italian. - Koichi: Huh?

Driver: Have you ever lived here in italy?

Koichi: Oh, no. I just had my friend, rohan-sensei

make it so--never mind that! It's not important!

So, are you really willing to drive me to town?

I mean, you look like you're in junior high

or high school at the very most.

And what exactly was that thing you handed to the guard?

I'm pretty sure I saw cash. Did you pay them off?

Driver: No, it's nothing like that.

Don't bust a gasket.

So, 10,000 lira, then,

and forget the tip.

Let's get goin' before it gets late.

Koichi: Wait. Isn't 10,000 lira 500 yen?!

Uh, that won't be necessary.

I'll just wait like everyone else.

- ( Travelers chattering ) - Koichi: Uh...

- ( Stammers ) - Driver: Still wanna wait?

10,000, you said?

Driver: That's right.

Trade-off is you have to carry your own luggage.

You don't have to tip, remember?

Bags up front.

You're taking the luxury spot, the back seat.

Koichi: I should warn you in advance.

I'm not some naive japanese tourist,

so you had better not try anything funny. Got it?

I expect this car to head straight to my hotel.

Driver: Certo. You want me to go straight to your hotel.

Sounds good,

though your bags'll be empty on arrival.

Koichi: What the--he left.

Why would he take off before I could get in?

Guard 2: Hey, pretend you didn't see.

Koichi: Shit! No, no, no!

Come back!

Driver: Ciao for now.

Koichi: Reverb act 3!

- ( Car creaks ) - ( Engine revving )

It didn't have to end this way.

I told you.

Don't try to pull anything funny.

I'm not gonna stop you from running.

Once I grab my belongings, we'll be all done here.

- Driver: Hmm. - ( Koichi gasps )

Guard 1: Look at him go!

Giorno must've botched the job.

Guard 2: What'd the kid expect

scamming a japanese tourist

when he's half-japanese himself?

But with that hair color

and a name like giorno giovanna, who'd ever guess

he doesn't have a drop of italian blood in him?

Koichi: There's no way.

What? It's all gone!

How?

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it's like some kind of weird egg.

Is this thing a stand?!

Why would one show up the moment I touch down in italy?!

I must have been out of my mind.

That's not a stand. It's a living, breathing thing.

Creepy tree frog aside, how'd my suitcase just disappear?

There's no way he could have hidden it that fast!

What's happening?!

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I've gotta get some answers.

- Uh, scusi! - Guards: Hmm?

Koichi: Can you tell me anything about that cabdriver?

Giorno: Any minute now.

Hmm?

Hmm.