Princess Principal (プリンセス・プリンシパル)

Five, four...

Three, two...

One, zero.

It's taking you too long to line the pins up with the shear line.

I'm sorry I have to keep asking you to help me with this, Miss Dorothy.

Oh, it's not your fault.

I mean, the other options...

Watch.

All right.

Um, how did you do that?

Watch closely.

See?

No, I, um...

There. Now you try.

They're just not cut out to be teachers.

I believe they are saying rude things about us.

I think it's fair to get angry.

Maybe we should go with something simpler.

You really like that song, don't you, Miss Dorothy?

Was I singing?

Yes! You hum that tune all the time.

Do I?

Not him, either.

The Kingdom Foreign Office's cipher?

Yes. It's been planted inside the liaison's body.

Inside the body? And you want me to grab the liaison and remove the cipher?

He's already dead.

He should be taken to the morgue in the next few days.

You want me to raid a corpse.

It's better than killing, I'd say.

Numbers one and two on my list of least favorite spy jobs.

What's the target's name?

We don't know.

Don't tell me you want me to clean out every corpse in the morgue?

The Duke of Normandy has an accomplice there.

He knows who to look for.

I'm supposed to be working Operation: Changeling.

Why did you choose me?

Because that accomplice is someone with whom you are well acquainted.

Danny MacBean.

Your father.

Oh, it was just a cat.

Sorry to drag you along for this.

Not at all.

If anything happens, I'll need someone to act as liaison.

Of course.

But what IS this place?

We call it Ghost Street.

They say half the people who go down this road never come back.

Half?

Why is that?

Because it leads to the morgue.

We're always shorthanded here.

I'll have you get right to work.

Yes, Ma'am.

The work is nothing too complicated.

When the bodies come in, you remove their clothing and wipe them clean.

Then you look for anything that might identify them.

If no one comes to claim them,

we put them on the carriage to the graveyard.

Every day it's more of the same.

Damn you, you were laughing at me!

No, I was...

That's right! It wasn't about you!

Defending her, are you?

I bet you two are friends in bed, too!

You're joining giblets, ain't ya?

We are not!

That's quite enough, Danny!

No, I can tell! The bitch and the studhorse!

For goodness' sake, not him again.

He's as low as they come, isn't he?

Er, um...

Daisy!

Daisy, is that you?!

Too stubborn to pop off, eh?

That's my girl!

Yeah. It's been a while, hasn't it, Dad?

Oh, my. The morgue?

Yes, dead bodies from all over London end up there.

I didn't know so many people died every day.

Oh.

And Control is so awful.

They know about Miss Dorothy's situation,

yet they're making her spend time with that horrible father.

Father?

N-never mind.

Wh-what tea would you like to have tonight?

How about Uva? Or would you prefer Keemun?

And what brings you here, Young Lady?

Eh?

Is it debt? Or are you an immigrant?

Um, well...

Oh, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to.

Everyone here has their reasons.

This place is largely ignored by the rest of the world.

And that's exactly what some of us want.

Even you, Sir?

My leg was ruined in the War.

I killed too many people.

And all my friends are gone.

Maybe that's why.

I feel right at home working with the dead.

If we steal the cipher, then Dad will...

Why? Of all the possible...

My luck is changing, I swear.

You want me to pay back what I owe, don't ya?

I'm a lot of things, but I ain't a liar.

Just taking a bit longer than planned, is all.

So...

You still have work to do.

I'm taking a break, Love.

Danny.

Who is this woman?

My daughter, Daisy.

By pure coincidence, she came to work with me just the other day.

Ooh, a touching reunion.

A looker like you must have any number of men dying for your hand.

I want to earn my own money.

I'd be up the creek if my future husband ended up like my dad.

Daisy! What do you know about anything?!

It's true, isn't it?!

There are plenty of people out who've gotten hurt and are still doing what they can!

You're just using your injury as an excuse to run away!

Daisy!

Wait, Daisy!

Ah-ah-ah. Our discussion isn't over.

Miss Dorothy-

Well, you should listen to your daughter and get to work.

I didn't lose my hand 'cause I wanted to!

Damn it all to Hell!

Damn you all!

Little brat ain't lived half as long as I have! What does she know?!

She's got no idea how much I've... how much I've...!

Please stop it!

You should be ashamed of yourself!

Taking your anger out on everything around you!

Who the Hell are you?

You're her father, aren't you?

Then maybe you should start to act like it, Sir!

What did you say, you little brat?

What's this thingamajig?

Please don't do that!

You're an interesting little girl.

No, stop!

Stop that!

Huh?

Daisy...!

Are you all right, Beatrice?

Y-yes.

A-a friend of yours, is she?

We... we were just having a little laugh.

Weren't we?

Don't touch her!

Let's go.

Wait.

Wait, Daisy!

Don't...

Please don't leave me!

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry, Beatrice.

He can't control himself.

He used to be an expert steam engineer.

But he got hurt in an accident, and it changed him.

Oh, his right hand...

He hates everyone around him, envies them.

He blames all of his problems on everyone else.

Why're ya looking at me like that!

If you have something to say, then say it!

You think I'm a laughingstock, too!

What's wrong? Why don't you run out on me like SHE did?!

That's dreadful!

He's a weak man.

He would beat me within an inch of my life, then he'd always...

I'm sorry, Daisy. I'm so sorry.

I couldn't take it anymore, so I ran away.

To what is now the Commonwealth.

The Revolution came that same day.

So you could never go back.

Pretty much.

It was a relief, actually.

I figured I'd never have to see him again.

Mum ran out on us both, so I'm grateful that he didn't abandon me, too, but...

Why are you telling me all this?

I thought spies didn't reveal their histories.

That's definitely true of Ange.

I think...

I'm weaker than she is.

That, and...

...I thought if anyone would understand, you would.

Sorry.

Well, if that's how you're going to talk, Miss Dorothy,

this isn't just a cover anymore... we're real friends now!

What? Did I say anything to imply that?

Do you really believe that?

That you can change the world?

Yes.

But even if you could become Queen...

I want to stop having to hide our relationship, Charlotte.