Space-Time Traveler - Time Stranger (時空の旅人 -Time Stranger-)

Where am I? Where is everyone?

Remy, stick close or we'll lose you.

Where are we?

Who knows?

Where are we going?

Can't say. It's nothing new for us.

The Time Étranger

Several days ago, the six crossed the desert and came upon a city without a name...

Where... am I?

Where?

Oh yeah, that hotel in the city we found.

I got a single room... Now it's coming back.

No water again? This is no planet for girls!

Wonder if the others are up yet?

And the criminals who robbed the City 13 branch of the Three Mark Bank at 2:20 continue...

their flight from justice in three air cars containing their hostages and 3.4 billion in gold bullion.

All city express ways have been blocked off, with civilian traffic barred from access.

Because of this, city traffic is backed up for 5 kilometres, with no relief in sight.

The criminals are believed to be carrying heavy weaponry,

leaving the patrol cars in a cautious pursuit behind them.

Had to happen today, didn't it?

What do I do? I'll never make it at this rate.

And the express ways are practically empty.

That's right, I don't have much time left.

To hell with this!

Let's go!

Sorry.

Stop!

Hey, stop! What the hell?

— What's that? — Freeway ticket.

At least he's not trying to sneak a free ride.

What the hell's the matter with you? After him!

License plate reads: S-E-E, Y-O-U, A-G-A-l-N.

Got the owner.

"Remy Shimada." A woman!

Remy Shimada. Travelled space as a member of the Goshogun Team.

Winner of the Galaxy Award for Valour. Refused acceptance...

Great technique! You think she'll give me her autograph?

Kinda doubt it.

Doesn't look like she even likes getting her picture taken.

This photo's pretty old.

— A woman of mystery. — You think so?

She turned down the Galaxy Award 40 years ago.

40 years? You mean...

The Remy Shimada driving that car is over 70 years old.

Outta the way! Come on!

Gimme a break, will you? I'm just in a hurry.

I don't have any beef with you guys.

I was going to get a good price for this thing!

Okay, if that's how you want it.

One down!

And the next one...

We got the perps and recovered all the hostages too.

Damn, what a woman!

Swell. Better put out that fire on my ass.

I guess I'm not going to make it.

Look out!

Mama. Where is this place?

Where am I?

Mama! Mama.

Who's the kid?

Remy.

Didn't I tell you not to come here?

But... But...

She's yours, huh?

Gonna be a real looker when she grows up.

Get away from her!

She'll never have to sell herself!

What the hell're you doing?

Time's up. Pay and get out!

I ain't comin' back!

Remy, Mama has more work to do.

Buy something nice for yourself, and wait for me at home.

That was the first and last time mother ever gave me pocket money.

One chocolate crepe...

and ten sweet broiled chestnuts later, it was gone.

I don't even remember how they tasted.

And there was mother's death not long after that.

These are the only memories I have left of her.

We meet again, Shingo.

Yeah. God, Killy. 40 years.

I'd forgotten how long it's been.

Want one?

No smoking in the museum. Since when do you smoke?

The day we stopped fighting...

was the day there stopped being any point to not smoking.

And now Remy's 40 years older too.

Jesus, you mean the two of you never got it together in 40 years?

Look who's talking, you second-rate Casanova.

There was never anything between Remy and me. To my eternal regret.

We never had anything either.

What a couple of jerks we are, wasting poor Remy like that.

Only ones left are his royal Bundle-ness and the other two.

Looks like those three won't be coming today.

But, Remy, what would make her call us here now?

I dunno.

Anyway, she's late.

She has no relatives?

Yeah, and her house is locked up, like she was a hermit or something.

What about her hospital expenses?

No savings account at all.

But she won the Galaxy Award! Can't the government cover it?

Well... She never accepted it.

She hasn't had anything to do with the government since then.

Health insurance?

Defaulted on the premiums.

So who's going to pay for the treatment we've already given her?

At 6:30 will be dinner with the president of the All World Banking Union.

You'll be discussing financing for the coming year.

At 7:30 will be a party hosted by the Fishery, Agriculture, and Industrial Unions.

They request you make a 20 minute speech.

President's office.

Sir, phone call for you.

— From who? — A hospital, apparently.

Hospital?

Yeah, what is it?

What? Hospital costs?

We've gotta company health plan! Just...

What, she isn't?

Why the devil should I pay for someone who isn't in my company?

This isn't a damned charity I'm running!

Galaxy Award? Woman who turned it down...

Cancel everything on my schedule tonight!

But there's a round-table meeting with the President after the party.

I don't care!

Yes, sir!

Remy's been in an accident.

Closing time. End of show. Curtain falls.

You'd drop the curtain before the heroine's entrance?

Mr. Shingo Hojo and Mr. Killy Gagley?

Yes?

I've a message for you from the president of Kernagul Fried Chicken.

Ms. Remy Shimada cannot join you today.

In here.

How is she?

The examination revealed a problem...

in addition to the wounds she received in the accident.

Progressive Leuko-Isolation Syndrome.

Leuko-Isolation Syndrome?

If we'd known about it earlier, we could have done something.

Look here. It's spread throughout her body.

As it is, she has a five percent chance for recovery.

— Here. — Thanks.

Taking the accident into account, I'd say she has two days left.

Two days?

You just said she had a five percent chance!

Yes, if we got hold of a specialist at the City University Hospital.

But relations between the Central Hospital and the University Hospital aren't that great.

And her injuries are very serious.

If we moved her, she'd die within the hour.

Then call the guy at the University Hospital. Now!

Stop it! Don't kill him!

He's the only hope Remy has.

The walls between hospitals are thicker than you'd think.

It'd be different if we had an order from the Surgeon General.

Surgeon General? The Surgeon General!

What's with you?

Our Surgeon General's a man that the big-wigs on the Federation Council know pretty damn well.

— You don't mean... — Exactly!

Mr. Caw-Caw Crow! The joker we accepted the Galaxy Award with.

Where is he?

Christ. Why does my job have me end up...

bouncing around these god-damned mountains?

Christ.

Sun and moon are like travellers moving for a hundred generations to and fro.

Time passes unconcerned, the starlight unchanging.

Making the darkness tonight all the more beautiful.

The taste of Shadojima style somen noodles is pleasing to my palate.

Yet I find the slim but firm Miwa style much more suitable.

With Welsh onions the only seasoning.

Bundle. Somen isn't much of a meal by itself.

You should add some fried egg or ham to it.

At least I'm not eating cold Chinese food.

Don't be like that. We're both getting old.

And that means we have to eat well and learn to cooperate.

Here, just sign this.

— That being? — The title to this land.

I shan't help a corrupt politician evict me from my own land!

Don't be like that! Despite what you think of me...

I am the Surgeon General!

I want to turn all this into a public health resort.

It has to be developed. So hey, be a pal, Bundle.

The mark of development is not suited for this plot of nature.

Leave this place. If you don't...

Alright! Alright!

Christ, if you weren't an old friend, I'd bulldoze this shack.

— You'd what? — Nothing! Nothing!

You've got good ears for a man your age.

Ah, hell. I'm the one going deaf lately.

Yeah, hello? I'm kinda in the middle of something right now.

Remy Shimada? Yeah, yeah, I know her.

What? She's in critical?

You need my authorization?

But I'll never make it down from these mountains in two days!

Cuttnal.

Leave this to me.

The city's only 50 minutes away at supersonic.

Sword and sabre alone are not enough in today's world.

This, too, is a requirement of the samurai.

Even with the rain, it isn't any cooler.