Michiko & Hatchin (ミチコとハッチン)

Hands behind your head, step away from the bars!

Hey, that's Number Four-Oh-Three, ain't it?

Yeah, probably.

Little wager?

Like on how far the bitch gets?

The only way out from there is through all of the ductwork.

She'll never friggin' make it.

How much?

'Cause I'm thinking, knowing her,

she's for sure gonna make it.

For sure.

Hey, pigs!

If you're gonna chase my ass down,

I hope you like what's comin' to ya!

Who wants the first bullet up the ass?!

Number Four-Oh-Three!

Michiko Malandro!

Give yourself up now!

Or we will shoot you where you stand!

March Tenth, sunny.

Up at 6 today, first one up.

Authorities have identified the woman who broke out

of the high-security and purportedly escape-proof

Diamandra Special Penitentiary early yesterday morning.

Her name is Michiko Malandro.

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

and as of yet, there have been no reported sightings of her.

Malandro should be considered armed and extremely dangerous.

Which, as the outsider in the house, I always am.

I make breakfast, too.

Omelets, easy on the salt.

A bit of shell fell in.

And I might've burned them a little.

Good morning everyone.

Father Pedro, and his wife, Joana.

My kinda-sorta parents.

Oh, dear.

Were you hiding this?

Really?

Hana, we do not raise our children to cover up

their failures.

And with that, he made me cook the omelets again.

And clean up.

My sister.

My foster sister, Maria.

The name is way too pretty for her.

The younger brother, Gabriel.

That's us, the members of the Belembauza Yamada family.

My name is Hana, and this is how my days usually start.

Bless us, O Lord, and, these thy gifts.

Which we are about to receive from thy bounty, amen.

And pretty much how they end.

Hang in there.

Please don't do that.

Hey, Hankie!

Below here is the ocean.

So right now, you're underwater!

Pick it up.

You can't walk in water!

Swim for it!

I said swim!

Swim for it!

Swim for it!

Swim for it!

Why am I doing this?

How can you breathe in the ocean!

Heads up!

What is the meaning of this?

Can you explain why this dark stain is here?

It was, the mop bucket.

I spilled it.

Do you know how much this is going to cost?

Getting away with things just because you're a child

doesn't fly around here, young lady.

Towels are for wiping, stupid.

Not for wearing.

Hey, wait!

Stop it!

What are you holding on for?

Just let it go!

No!

This kind of thing goes on, day in and day out.

Fill up the bag, and make it snappy.

Otherwise, I open fire and splatter blood

all over this place!

March Fifteenth.

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

But he never really does.

He just drops off the money and leaves.

That's all it ever is.

Hana, I want for you to have these.

Thank you very much.

Hana, do you remember the news this morning?

Around here, children in your situation are forced

to make their living by either selling their bodies,

or selling what's inside them.

But you know who it was who saved you from that fate, right?

Yes.

Who was it?

It was, God.

In other words?

It was you, Father.

"Thou shalt not avenge, but love thy neighbor as thyself."

He just bought me off.

Using Maria's hand-me-downs.

He totally just bought me off.

An update now, on the bank robbery

that occurred in Paraí-town.

Authorities believe it is highly likely that the culprit

is Michiko Malandro...

This is a fine piece, very nice.

It must've set you back a bit.

Oh my goodness, no.

It was a gift from one of the flock, so the price was right.

Free is always good!

Here you are.

It's nice to see you again.

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

Yes sir.

Good to hear.

Ah, thanks.

Are you familiar with the "Devotee of the Year"?

Sorry, I can't say that I am.

"Dee-vo-tee"?

That's it, right up there.

It's only given to those who have performed

outstanding deeds...

And my husband was fortunate enough to be chosen!

Uh-Huh!

Interesting.