THE GHOST IN THE SHELL (攻殻機動隊 THE GHOST IN THE SHELL)

I'm injecting the micromachine "B" component group

into your occipital and temporal regions, Mr. Soma.

I didn't give you an owie in your brainy-wainy, did I?

I told you to give me some painkillers, damn it!

Those cost extra.

Roughly 70% of the injected "B" component

are undergoing reverse adsorption via van der Waals forces

at the sites we injected the "A" component into earlier.

Within milliseconds, they synthesize polymers,

form ionic bonds, and take hold.

Say what? Then I'd better get a refund for the other 30%!

With pattern control, if we make the tolerances too tight,

the system doesn't work properly.

There needs to be some play.

You're not gonna take out the old micromachines?

When they've firmly taken root like yours have,

if we tried to yank them out, it would do nasty damage to your brain cells.

Next, we use an EM matrix to make sure that the micromachines at all coordinates

are networked with the transformer anchored to the occipital bone.

The scan line count increases in relation to the size of the micromachines,

which takes some time.

This is how the micromachines that permeate your brain can send

and receive "brain state and electrical signal distribution" information.

Sharing of senses is done over sensory nerves.

In the case of cognition and memory, those are difficult to convey

due to differences in signal distribution and specific mental visualization,

so we set those to work in tandem with speech and visual sensory input.

We use the speech center to control the on and off for both the cyberbrain

and the on/off for its various functions.

We isolate a section

of the internal carotid artery using absorbable staples.

By the time they're gone via hemolysis,

your intracranial pressure will have returned to normal,

that sensation of throbbing pressure will be gone,

and the analgesic implant will be completely dissolved!

Lastly, we'll run tests to see if everything

is synched up with the model image.

That won't be necessary, Doc.

I'm synched up just fine

with what I wanted to network with.

MAY 2, 2030

I should be back by this afternoon.

Judging from the outfit, I'm guessing it's either a secret hearing

or a veterans' association meeting at that club of yours.

We have a good thing going, why ruin it with pointless speculation?

Section 9 is too uptight.

Or do you think that Section 1 plays it too fast and loose, too?

It's Mr. Sabita from the fourth floor.

That self-proclaimed manga artist who always wants his peace and quiet?

Maybe we did make a little too much noise last night.

Motoko!

Take cover!

IRON NAILS

No matter how many terrorists you kill, someone new always takes their place.

Then how do you wrap your head around the whole thing?

Rather than wiping out the group, you control them, Lt. Commander Santos.

Perhaps, but that would mean tolerating them to some extent,

and in my country, the ties between the military,

drugs, terrorism, Mafia, and dirty cops

run wide and deep, and they're often out of control.

Results before principles, I say.

Excuse me.

0-8 in progress at Kusanagi's bed.

Response C complete. Response B underway.

Requesting instructions.

Lock down the nearest airports and harbors, then get me headquarters!

Issue an alert to all personnel and stand by!

Batou and I will go to the hospital!

- How many minutes have passed? - Twelve!

Ishikawa! Who has jurisdiction over the scene investigation?!

- We got here first. - Good.

Batou! First floor, O.R. 4!

SURGERY IN PROGRESS

See? I called it, right down to the time.

Section 9 got here faster.

Today just isn't my day.

I'm not taking those. They're all scorched.

If you were fine, you should have told us, you idiot!

I'm exhausted.

Chief. We're ready to give our preliminary report.

Hold off for 30 seconds.

I'll call you later.

Gosh, so sorry to ruin the moment!

Batou, don't even start.

You've been going out with that guy for seven months!

That's a new record for you!

We good to go, Chief?

For starters, there's a single 10-gauge shotgun shell outside the door.

Inside, we've got 12 Seburo M5 casings.

The Major must've fired from this spot standing like this.

And outside the door, one dead body and a C4 bomb.

One side was coated, and the area's riddled with screws and nails.

The Major's okay, right?

He gave her time to take cover, so this was just him taunting her.

Ishikawa, use a different car when you leave.

You also thinking our perp is who I'm thinking it is?

You suspect someone?

I do.

The one and only man that we failed to assassinate.

The terrorist Toru Soma.

What makes you think that?

I used the same tactic to kill six of his pals.

I assumed he was dead, too.

In retaliation for him killing two of my men,

I got him to shoot his own son.

Through a door.

The son was 16,

but he was bragging about joining in on torturing my men.

After the explosion, we entered the room to confirm he was dead,

but all we found were footprints from an arm suit.

That was four years ago.

So this is a declaration of a war for revenge.

All right. We'll focus our investigation with that angle.

Ishikawa. The group that Soma was in must have a controller.

Make contact with him.

Batou, you track down the weapons purchases.

Hang on, Chief!

I know the book says to bench me in cases like this, but I--

Don't be ridiculous! You can't fish without bait.

Get out there and start sniffing around.

I'll keep my distance and have Togusa back you up.

I'm always looking out for my men!

You're like a daughter to me!

At least think of me as your granddaughter…

Ow. Damn it, she's always flying off the handle.

Maybe I oughta go full-cyborg, too.

First floor, O.R. 4.

Your car door's not closed.

I'm pretty good with tools.

If things get dicey, call me.

I got sloppy! Has my car been rigged to explode?!

A terrorist hunt?

Well, my day off's already ruined, so it's fine.

Sure. I'll be there in 30 minutes.

Can you answer a question for me?

Have you ever shown a picture of me to anyone?

Is there anyone who knows my name or address?

I'd rather not answer, but I also don't want to lie to you.

You ran a check on me at Section 1, didn't you?

I got into the habit after the wife of one of my men

had been leaking intel to a terrorist-for-hire for four years.

The head of Section 1 and two of my men have your file.

I don't mind.

After all, I had Section 9 check you out, too.

Why not call the bomb squad?

Like hell I will!

I'd be mocked for generations to come!

Hey! Dumbass! What's the big idea, taking apart your car here?!

Move that piece of crap!

Screw you! My life's in danger here!

- What? This is a no-parking zone, dick! - Bite me, a-hole!

It'd be easier…

if your boyfriend was a civilian, huh?

Yeah, maybe.

At the next corner, make a left.

Make another left.

We've got a car tailing us.

When they know they've been made, they'll attack.

What's the nearest area that's deserted?