Michiko & Hatchin (ミチコとハッチン)

Put your hands behind your head and step back!

Say, that's Number 403, right?

Probably.

Wanna bet?

On how far she gets?

The only way out for her is to move along the ducts.

She'll never make it out.

Oh, yeah?

Nah. Knowing her, she'll make it farther. Definitely.

You guys! If you're gonna chase my ass around,

then I hope you're ready for what's comin'!

You're gonna get more than just sunburned!

Number 403, Michiko Malandro!

If you do not give yourself up, we will shoot you where you stand!

"#01 Farewell, Cruel Paradise!"

March 10, Sunny.

Up at six this morning. First one up.

One night has passed since the breakout.

The woman who broke out of the high-security

Diamandra Special Penitentiary, said to be escape-proof,

is inmate Michiko Malandro.

Under the cover of last night's storm she has disappeared,

and as of right now there is still no sign of her.

Which is only natural in this house, where I'm the only outsider.

I make breakfast, too.

Omelets. Easy on the salt.

A shell fell in.

Smells like I burned it a little.

Good morning.

Father Pedro...

...and his wife, Joana.

My bogus parents.

Oh, no. Were you hiding this?

Hana, don't be the kind of small person who hides their failures.

And having said that,

he made me cook the omelets again.

There's my sister.

My sister, Maria. Maria... that name is problematic.

Gabriel, the younger brother.

These are the members of the Belembauza Yamada family.

For me, Hana, this is how the days start...

I give thanks today for the health of my wife and children. Amen.

...and it's pretty much how they end.

Hang in there, pops.

Please don't do it.

Hey, Hankie!

Everything below here is the ocean. Right now,

you're in the ocean!

Pick it up.

You can't walk in the water! Swim!

Swim!

Swim! Swim! Swim!

Why am I doing this?

How can you breathe in the ocean?!

Hah!

Ow!

What is the meaning of this?

Why exactly is this dark stain here?

I spilled... the bucket of water...

Do you know how much this is going to cost?!

Thinking you're going to get off, just because you're a child,

doesn't fly around here.

Towels are for wiping, you know.

Not for wearing.

Just a minute! Hey, you!

What are you holding on for?!

Let it go!

No!

This kind of thing goes on and on, every day.

Let's go, make it snappy.

Otherwise, I'll blow a hole right through your head

and spray blood everywhere!

March 15.

Today, someone from the city is going to come check on me.

- But all he does is come. He just drops off the money and leaves. - Hold it!

Ultimately, that's all it is.

Hana, I give these to you.

Thank you very much.

Hana, do you remember the news this morning?

Around here, children like you have to make their living

by either selling their bodies, or selling what's inside them.

You know who it was that saved you from that, right?

Yes.

Who was it?

It was... God.

In other words?

It was you... Father.

"Bear not any grudge, but love thy neighbour."

He has just bought me off.

Using Maria's hand-me-downs, he has bought me off.

Now some news about the bank robbery that happened in Paraítown.

It is highly possible that the culprit is Michiko Malandro,

- Oh-ho... This is a fine one, all right. - who escaped from Diamandra Special Penitentiary.

It must have set you back a bit, too.

Oh, no, it was a gift from one of the flock, so the price was right.

Oh, you don't say.

Here you go.

Nice to see you again.

You look like you're doing all right, huh?

Yes.

That's very good.

Ah, thank you.

Have you heard of the "Debody of the Year"?

No, what is it? Devo... tee?

It's that over there.

It's only given to those who have performed outstanding deeds.

And he has been chosen to receive it.

Oh-ho, I see.

That's quite a prize you've gotten there.

There was this boy, named Gonzales,

who was truly rotten beyond any help.

But with one sermon from him, he was brought to submission.

Right now, he is a fine member of the flock.

My goodness.

That's a lie.

Gonzales changed because of the bullet that lodged in his head.