Undead Murder Farce (アンデッドガール・マーダーファルス)

Good morning, Erik.

How are you feeling, Erik?

How do you know my real name?

Oh, I know lots of things.

You're from Persia. You were born with your white hair and disfigured face.

Your singing voice is an unparalleled tenor.

You live 23 floors beneath the Paris Opera.

The nickname you were given was the Phantom of the Opera.

What is this place?

L'Aiguille Creuse... Though I'm still working on it.

Why did you kidnap me?

I stole you... along with this ruby.

I can't bear to see this passionate jewel never be more than some stage prop.

And it's no fun to have a true phantom living in obscurity beneath an opera house.

They should both belong to me.

Enough chatter. What are you after?

There's a job I'd like to do in London.

But my assistant ran away on me... so I needed another one.

What are you planning on stealing?

The Penultimate Night.

From Phileas Fogg's mansion? Are you mad?!

That mansion's security is impregnable.

And in London, there's Sherlock Holmes.

And on the continent, there's me.

Arsene Lupin.

Do we even stand a chance?

I wouldn't have invited you here if we didn't.

So, what are you going to do? Go home?

I was stolen, wasn't I?

I'll follow my owner's orders.

The Immortal of London

Episode Five

Arsene Lupin, a famous gentleman thief from France...

A.D.

London, England

His letter of warning arrived at Phileas Fogg's mansion.

Have a great day.

The phantom thief, Lupin, is going to appear in London!

Famous detectives all around the world

are seeking to be the ones hired to foil Lupin.

I'll bet the Cage User and crew will be, too!

Would you like to place an order?

Yes. Oh, but it's not for me. It's actually for my master.

I see.

Well... How tall are they?

Hm... About three apples high?

Tsu-ga-ru...

The lists of his clients are stored in alphabetical order in those drawers.

Pardon, but who exactly are you talking to?

There had to be a smoother way to do that.

We're just borrowing it for a couple days.

The list should contain—

Can I help you?

It's quite a simple matter, really.

I'd like you to return the client list you took from Horne's shop.

Would you be from Scotland Yard, then?

No, no. They are nowhere near as talented as I am.

Shizuku, could you take care of the master for a bit?

I don't think they're just going to hand it over.

It appears that you're no common thieves.

It's been a while...

Oh?

Whoopsie. Well, there's trouble.

Hey, we're innocent.

Right?

Yeah.

Get Inspector Lestrade! He'll be able to vouch—

Every citizen in London knows Inspector Lestrade's name.

All this because you wanted to buy a new walking stick...

You're plenty suspicious for being around this thing.

I had heard that English gentlemen were kind to women.

Calling me "this thing" is rather rude.

Eek! It's talking!

You there. You twins.

You were just wailing about the fact that you're innocent, but you're lying.

You were clearly holding onto a bag stuffed full

right until the point you were caught.

H-How would you know that?

The joints of your fingers are quite red.

That doesn't happen unless you've been holding a heavy bag for quite some time.

What exactly were you transporting? Money? Drugs?

Contraband. Ceramic art.

How can you tell?

They both have sawdust under their nails.

It could have been glass.

One wouldn't put something that fragile in a bag.

How about it, chaps?

It's pottery, isn't it?

Wow, he got it right!

It was a pot from the East.

Don't tell him that, you idiot!

Cut the yapping.

The talking severed head of a girl...

She's clearly undead.

I've read that there was a sole immortal monster in Japan.

We'd be rich if we sold her to the circus.

Hey. You.

Lupin's letter of warning has already been taken up by the papers.

It says he's after Strong Man Fogg's precious jewel.

And Fogg hired two detectives for the job!

One is Sherlock Holmes, of course.

Honestly...

Who's the other one?

Um... I think the name was Aya.

A detective from Japan? "The Doghouse User" or something.

It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Sherlock Holmes.

This is my dear friend, Watson.

Aya Rindo. As you can see, I live in a bird cage, not a doghouse.

Now, then. There's no point in wasting any more time here.

Hey! We're changing up our destination!

You're early, Mister Illusionist.

I'm not an illusionist. I'm a magician.

Same difference.

They are quite different, thank you.

Professor...

About thirty years ago, Phileas Fogg did the unthinkable,

traveling around the world in eighty days with his butler, Passepartout.

The Fogg mansion, with its neoclassical architecture...

Scotland Yard! Clear the way!

Open the gates!

Why a prisoner transport?

Who's in there?!

Oh!

Sherlock Holmes!

And Doctor Watson!

The Cage User and Miss Aya Rindo!

I can't see.

Welcome, everyone, to Master Fogg's mansion.

I am the butler, Passepartout.

I'm Inspector Lestrade.

Is that bridge the only way in and out?

Indeed.

Lessee, this direction is...

This is the north building.

The east and west buildings to our left and right are both museums.

Master Fogg purchased this mansion to display the items he collected

on his trip around the world.

Seems like a sturdy build.

How in the world does Lupin plan on getting in here?

Hey, Erik.

Lupin. What are you doing?

My after-meal exercises.

I went to check on Fogg's mansion.

As of this morning, they've closed it to the public,

and increased security.

What about Holmes?

He's there. And there was another group.

A detective called the Cage User.

A woman, they say.

A woman, eh? I'm looking forward to that.

It's all because of that warning you sent. Why did you send such a thing?

I am a gentleman, after all.

Mister Phileas Fogg.

I apologize for summoning all of you so suddenly.

Mister Sherlock Holmes, Doctor Watson, and the Cage User...

Tsugaru Shinuchi and...

Aya Rindo.

I see. You indeed seem like detectives who specialize in monsters.

Which also means that we may not be of much use here.

I believe that Arsene Lupin is as threatening as a monster.