Apocalypse Hotel (2025) s01e07 Episode Script
Bow Down Deep but Always Aim High
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Ventura, Ventura, space people.
Ventura, Ventura, space people.
Ventura, Ventura, space people.
Ventura, Ventura, space people.
Episode 7
Bow Down Deep but Always Aim High
We'll end today's
guest-summoning assembly here.
It's all coming together.
It is.
We released more of our holy hotelier
energy into the atmosphere than ever.
Very nice Ventura today.
Indeed, there is zero
scientific basis for this act.
But we have received no responses
to the Arecibo message.
So we'll stick to Ponko's occult ideas
for the time being.
Don't you worry.
We'll get more guests for sure.
The Nu-Files
Fear strikes humanity at the turn of the century!
The Prophecies of Nostradamus
It's written in this book of prophecies here.
It even predicted Harmy's arrival!
If further attempts fail to produce results,
we will consider other options.
Yikes, it's raining.
Let's head back inside.
'Tis the season for rust.
Gotta stay on my wheels to prevent it.
Yeesh. Wish we had a satellite up there
to help predict the weather.
A satellite, you say?
I'd love to launch a satellite to advertise
with a projection of the Gingarou logo.
It'd help a lot more people
find out about our hotel.
Not that we can afford it, sadly.
Sure, launching an ad satellite
might get your name out there,
but there's no point when
humanity's gone, babeh!
Why not advertise to aliens like us?
Ain't that easy, bro.
That might be a good idea. Let's do it.
Wha?!
This ain't like your whisky deal, babeh!
That said, if it can also forecast
the weather, I'm all for it.
Of course.
Right. We'll also promote the restaurant's
menu recommendations.
Luxury dens and fine dining!
Ultimate comfort,
three minutes from the station!
Oh, yes. We'll also need
a snappy slogan for the hotel.
And Rods from God! Rods from God!
Indeed, Rods from God would also—
I read about it in the book of prophecies!
The Nu-Files
Fear strikes humanity at the turn of the century!
The Prophecies of Nostradamus
It spoke of a very real project to create
space weapons that was ultimately abandoned.
The Rods from God!
They're out there, and
they're targeting YOU!
The "Rods from God" were poles
made from tungsten which,
when fired from orbit, would reach extreme
speeds and generate immense kinetic energy
to completely annihilate a target on Earth—
the ultimate space weapon.
The Nu-Files
Fear strikes humanity at the turn of the century!
The Prophecies of Nostradamus
It hit me a little while ago.
We can work our butts off
to make this hotel better,
but if we lack the power to protect it,
someone will eventually destroy it.
I've been worried sick every day since.
I tried to build a heap of warding salt,
but I couldn't get very far so
If we're gonna build a satellite,
let's build a Rod from God too!
The Gingarou Hotel
Welcomes You
What's wrong with plain old missiles?
A Rod from God is more
eco-friendly than missiles!
Also, international space law forbids
the possession of weapons in orbit, babeh.
Then we'll write up a domestic amendment
that'll let us temporarily ignore space law!
Stop right there.
We can't just go making up new laws.
Don't you agree?
All law is merely prevailing majority opinion.
Huh?
I call for a vote, then.
All in favor of making a domestic amendment
to temporarily ignore space law,
say aye!
Aye
Uh, actually, nay.
Why?
What we need is an advertising satellite.
I do not believe that a Rod from God would
be necessary, even if space law allowed it.
Wrong! We do need a Rod from God!
The Nu-Files
Fear strikes humanity at the turn of the century!
The Prophecies of Nostradamus
The prophecies say so!
Here! Read them for yourself!
I don't believe that will change my opinion.
Huh?
You're such a dolt, Yachiyo!
from God
Yachiyo
I'm sorry about yesterday.
Don't be.
I should also apologize for not
explaining my standpoint better.
The Nu-Files
Fear strikes humanity at the turn of the century!
The Prophecies of Nostradamus
I still do not believe we
have any need for a Rod—
It's fine! I get it!
We'll hereby begin our
guest-summoning assembly for the day.
Ventura, Ventura, space people.
Ventura, Ventura, space people.
Rod from God!
Ventura, ventura, Rod from God.
Ventura, ventura, Rod from God.
Rod from God.
Rod from God.
A Rod from God
for the Gingarou!
Ponko
Procione
Ponko
Pon-poko-pon, residents of Ginza!
Pon-poko-pon!
ponpoko
Tanuki missy, you can't do that here.
We must defend our hotel from invaders!
Using a Rod from God to defend this hotel
is the same as defending Mother—
no, Stepmother Earth!
You, that voter over there!
What if we neglect building a Rod
from God and invaders show up?
How do you think your life will change?
These invaders will never
acknowledge our rights!
They'll barge into our lands
and mark them as their own
by filling them with poop!
Poop attracts flies.
With more and more flies, you'll be stuck
working overtime forever!
Now is the time to rise up, Gingarou!
Launching a Rod from God
into the skies is the only way!
It's the only path we have
to saving us and this hotel!
Pon-poko-pon, pon-poko-pon!
Ponko
Procione
Pon-poko-pon, pon-poko-pon!
Pon-poko-pon, pon-poko-pon!
Pon-poko-pon, pon-poko-pon!
They're messed up in the head.
Cease your oration at once!
Huh? Why?
Because what you're doing
amounts to political messaging.
Hotel regulations forbid any kind
of political activity on premises.
I'm just talking to people normally.
Yep, yep.
What about this is "normal"?!
Should you continue this behavior in your
capacity as an employee of the hotel,
it might adversely affect our reputation.
I'll be forced to take appropriate measures.
And what are these measures?
Employees who resort to disruptive
behavior will be let go.
Those are the rules.
Rules are made to be broken!
The hotel's rules are absolute.
All you ever say are things
that make you sound like a robot!
Well, yes, I am a robot.
You blockhead! You don't even
have a mind of your own!
Well, yes. I am a robot.
Ponko!
Ponko!
Stay away!
You know I can't do that!
Your love and care for the hotel
make me extremely happy to see.
But this Rod from God isn't
I'm done running away!
We had to run away from our home planet,
and we had to keep running for so, so long.
I don't wanna have to run away from here too.
The earthlings didn't leave you here and flee
because they wanted to, you know?
I don't wanna run anymore.
I won't run off and leave you here by yourself!
You're my friend
You may be my boss
But you're also my friend!
I wanna live here forever and have lots
of fun times with you and everyone else!
So we have to launch a rocket
with a Rod from God, no matter what!
I understand how you feel, Ponko.
Why can't you just understand?!
Huh?
My AI might not deem it the most
appropriate course of action,
but, as you say, if we want to
keep our hotel up and running,
we cannot be caught on
the back foot all the time.
Bow Down Deep but Always Aim High
With that said,
I have reached the same conclusion as Ponko:
we do need a Rod from God.
Grandma will do everything she can to help.
Let's launch it all the way.
We have a pro technician right here, too.
Stop it. I only know how
to tinker a little bit.
Launching a Rod from God
will require a real expert on the topic
like the top graduate of Imperial Ponpoko
University's space engineering program:
my dear daughter.
Is that true, Ponko?
Yep. I snuck into the program
through less than ideal means
but left with my head held high.
That means you could have repaired
your spaceship at any time.
I'll be focusing on building
the Rod from God with Yachiyo,
so please
Help us out, everyone! I beg you!
Please.
As structural issues prevent loading
the RFG within the fairing,
we'll attach it to the exterior
of the rocket during launch.
What's the RFG?
The Rod from God itself.
That's not what The Nu-Files called it.
Back on topic!
After jettisoning, I'll manually
load up the RFG in low Earth orbit.
Any questions?
So you'll be going into space?
Will you be okay?
I was born on Planet Tanuki
and raised in outer space.
I'm a girl of the wild and of space,
so it'll be a piece of cake.
That just leaves the weight issue.
Eat right
Picture yourself
slimmer
Goal: -20kg
You Are the Space Star
Ponko's extravehicular unit, her provisions,
and other accessories: all green.
Yachiyo
Bartender
Doorman
Ponko
Porter
Clocked out
Clocked out
Clocked out
Clocked in R&D
Clocked out
Ponko.
Huh? Yachiyo?
Are you getting enough rest?
You've exceeded working hours again today.
Sorry. I just can't figure out
a way to solve the weight issue.
Allow me to help, then.
Engines 1 and 2 are optimized,
we have parallel-staging capability,
and payload capability is sufficient.
TWR is within limits.
Starting simulation.
We're so close.
Getting rid of some life-support
systems is the only option left.
Yachiyo, we can't get rid of them all
I may have found a solution.
Huh?
I'll go.
That'll allow us to get rid of the oxygen
tanks and other life-support systems.
And since I can recharge using sunlight,
I'll be able to operate for longer periods, too.
No! It's not 100 percent safe!
And I'm more knowledgeable in
dealing with unexpected trouble!
If it isn't safe, that's all the more reason
not to send a living employee.
Also, you can just tell me what to do
when problems arise.
Don't underestimate outer space!
It's a place where no life can survive!
Again, all the more reason
to send a robot like me.
But you're alive.
What if Smarmy shows up while we're
busy trying to think of other ideas?
But
We should set up the Rod from God
as soon as possible.
I, too, want to keep this hotel
running forever with you all.
Fine.
I'll send you into outer space with my rocket!
We can see it now.
The hotel we're aiming to be
is within our reach.
Yeah
Due to the planned rocket launch, we are
Temporarily
Closed
We apologize for any inconvenience.
Gingarou Hotel Staff
Talk about crazy, babeh.
This took a whole 70 years!
It was a long and arduous road.
I got so close to giving up
every time we hit a wall.
All walls are ultimately doors.
You just need to step through them.
Sorry I'm late.
Nah, you're perfectly on time.
Are you really going to go dressed like that?
Yes. It's during work hours, after all.
But I did tie my hair and get a new uniform
with heat-resistant fiber.
Will you be okay, Yachiyo?
What do you mean?
It's your first time going into space.
Aren't you scared?
I am unable to process that emotion.
Huh I guess I am the only one
freaking out all the time.
Oh, Earth looks really beautiful
from space. You'll be amazed!
I look forward to seeing it.
Great.
Give me your hands.
I love you, Yachiyo.
I love you too. I promise I'll be back.
I can't let my tasks pile up.
Right.
Take care!
I'm off.
Ten, nine, eight
Start ignition sequence.
Five, four, three, two, one
All engines running.
Lift off!
Phase 1 boosters' thrust looking good.
All numbers green.
The rocket has reached max dynamic
pressure at supersonic speed.
This is HG-1. Roger that.
Throttle down!
Throttling down.
This is Ginza. Proceed to the next phase.
Separating Phase 1 boosters.
Igniting Phase 2 booster.
Separating Phase 2 booster.
Check-in to outer space complete.
Hooray!
HG-1 cutting thrusters.
We've reached the destination point.
This is Ginza. Looking good.
Proceeding to release satellite.
The Ten Commandments of Gingarou.
First: Aim to be the number one
hotel in the galaxy.
Second: Food and etiquette
are mainstays of culture.
Third: Bookmark today's page
in our guests' lives.
Fourth: A smile is the ultimate ambiance.
Fifth: Our only vice is service.
This is HG-1.
Confirming release of advertising satellite.
Proceeding to load RFG.
Hooray!
A solar flare?!
Detecting large amounts of
high-energy, charged particles!
A human would've died instantly!
Good thing Yachiyo's a robot!
This is Ginza. Come in, Yachiyo.
Yachiyo? Yachiyo!
Ponko was right.
Earth is stunningly beautiful.
Oh Maybe this is it.
This emotion must be
Easter Egg Program
Extra Mission
"Get Stranded in Space" complete.
New function "Self-Destruct" unlocked.
Recommend conversion into space debris.
Extra Mission
"Get Stranded in Space" complete.
New function "Self-Destruct" unlocked.
Recommend conversion into space debris.
The idea of never seeing them all again
It scares me.
Translation: Sriram Gurunathan
Editing & Typesetting: Geoff Mazzolini
Subtitle Timing: Mariana Martinez
Ventura, Ventura, space people.
Ventura, Ventura, space people.
Ventura, Ventura, space people.
Ventura, Ventura, space people.
Episode 7
Bow Down Deep but Always Aim High
We'll end today's
guest-summoning assembly here.
It's all coming together.
It is.
We released more of our holy hotelier
energy into the atmosphere than ever.
Very nice Ventura today.
Indeed, there is zero
scientific basis for this act.
But we have received no responses
to the Arecibo message.
So we'll stick to Ponko's occult ideas
for the time being.
Don't you worry.
We'll get more guests for sure.
The Nu-Files
Fear strikes humanity at the turn of the century!
The Prophecies of Nostradamus
It's written in this book of prophecies here.
It even predicted Harmy's arrival!
If further attempts fail to produce results,
we will consider other options.
Yikes, it's raining.
Let's head back inside.
'Tis the season for rust.
Gotta stay on my wheels to prevent it.
Yeesh. Wish we had a satellite up there
to help predict the weather.
A satellite, you say?
I'd love to launch a satellite to advertise
with a projection of the Gingarou logo.
It'd help a lot more people
find out about our hotel.
Not that we can afford it, sadly.
Sure, launching an ad satellite
might get your name out there,
but there's no point when
humanity's gone, babeh!
Why not advertise to aliens like us?
Ain't that easy, bro.
That might be a good idea. Let's do it.
Wha?!
This ain't like your whisky deal, babeh!
That said, if it can also forecast
the weather, I'm all for it.
Of course.
Right. We'll also promote the restaurant's
menu recommendations.
Luxury dens and fine dining!
Ultimate comfort,
three minutes from the station!
Oh, yes. We'll also need
a snappy slogan for the hotel.
And Rods from God! Rods from God!
Indeed, Rods from God would also—
I read about it in the book of prophecies!
The Nu-Files
Fear strikes humanity at the turn of the century!
The Prophecies of Nostradamus
It spoke of a very real project to create
space weapons that was ultimately abandoned.
The Rods from God!
They're out there, and
they're targeting YOU!
The "Rods from God" were poles
made from tungsten which,
when fired from orbit, would reach extreme
speeds and generate immense kinetic energy
to completely annihilate a target on Earth—
the ultimate space weapon.
The Nu-Files
Fear strikes humanity at the turn of the century!
The Prophecies of Nostradamus
It hit me a little while ago.
We can work our butts off
to make this hotel better,
but if we lack the power to protect it,
someone will eventually destroy it.
I've been worried sick every day since.
I tried to build a heap of warding salt,
but I couldn't get very far so
If we're gonna build a satellite,
let's build a Rod from God too!
The Gingarou Hotel
Welcomes You
What's wrong with plain old missiles?
A Rod from God is more
eco-friendly than missiles!
Also, international space law forbids
the possession of weapons in orbit, babeh.
Then we'll write up a domestic amendment
that'll let us temporarily ignore space law!
Stop right there.
We can't just go making up new laws.
Don't you agree?
All law is merely prevailing majority opinion.
Huh?
I call for a vote, then.
All in favor of making a domestic amendment
to temporarily ignore space law,
say aye!
Aye
Uh, actually, nay.
Why?
What we need is an advertising satellite.
I do not believe that a Rod from God would
be necessary, even if space law allowed it.
Wrong! We do need a Rod from God!
The Nu-Files
Fear strikes humanity at the turn of the century!
The Prophecies of Nostradamus
The prophecies say so!
Here! Read them for yourself!
I don't believe that will change my opinion.
Huh?
You're such a dolt, Yachiyo!
from God
Yachiyo
I'm sorry about yesterday.
Don't be.
I should also apologize for not
explaining my standpoint better.
The Nu-Files
Fear strikes humanity at the turn of the century!
The Prophecies of Nostradamus
I still do not believe we
have any need for a Rod—
It's fine! I get it!
We'll hereby begin our
guest-summoning assembly for the day.
Ventura, Ventura, space people.
Ventura, Ventura, space people.
Rod from God!
Ventura, ventura, Rod from God.
Ventura, ventura, Rod from God.
Rod from God.
Rod from God.
A Rod from God
for the Gingarou!
Ponko
Procione
Ponko
Pon-poko-pon, residents of Ginza!
Pon-poko-pon!
ponpoko
Tanuki missy, you can't do that here.
We must defend our hotel from invaders!
Using a Rod from God to defend this hotel
is the same as defending Mother—
no, Stepmother Earth!
You, that voter over there!
What if we neglect building a Rod
from God and invaders show up?
How do you think your life will change?
These invaders will never
acknowledge our rights!
They'll barge into our lands
and mark them as their own
by filling them with poop!
Poop attracts flies.
With more and more flies, you'll be stuck
working overtime forever!
Now is the time to rise up, Gingarou!
Launching a Rod from God
into the skies is the only way!
It's the only path we have
to saving us and this hotel!
Pon-poko-pon, pon-poko-pon!
Ponko
Procione
Pon-poko-pon, pon-poko-pon!
Pon-poko-pon, pon-poko-pon!
Pon-poko-pon, pon-poko-pon!
They're messed up in the head.
Cease your oration at once!
Huh? Why?
Because what you're doing
amounts to political messaging.
Hotel regulations forbid any kind
of political activity on premises.
I'm just talking to people normally.
Yep, yep.
What about this is "normal"?!
Should you continue this behavior in your
capacity as an employee of the hotel,
it might adversely affect our reputation.
I'll be forced to take appropriate measures.
And what are these measures?
Employees who resort to disruptive
behavior will be let go.
Those are the rules.
Rules are made to be broken!
The hotel's rules are absolute.
All you ever say are things
that make you sound like a robot!
Well, yes, I am a robot.
You blockhead! You don't even
have a mind of your own!
Well, yes. I am a robot.
Ponko!
Ponko!
Stay away!
You know I can't do that!
Your love and care for the hotel
make me extremely happy to see.
But this Rod from God isn't
I'm done running away!
We had to run away from our home planet,
and we had to keep running for so, so long.
I don't wanna have to run away from here too.
The earthlings didn't leave you here and flee
because they wanted to, you know?
I don't wanna run anymore.
I won't run off and leave you here by yourself!
You're my friend
You may be my boss
But you're also my friend!
I wanna live here forever and have lots
of fun times with you and everyone else!
So we have to launch a rocket
with a Rod from God, no matter what!
I understand how you feel, Ponko.
Why can't you just understand?!
Huh?
My AI might not deem it the most
appropriate course of action,
but, as you say, if we want to
keep our hotel up and running,
we cannot be caught on
the back foot all the time.
Bow Down Deep but Always Aim High
With that said,
I have reached the same conclusion as Ponko:
we do need a Rod from God.
Grandma will do everything she can to help.
Let's launch it all the way.
We have a pro technician right here, too.
Stop it. I only know how
to tinker a little bit.
Launching a Rod from God
will require a real expert on the topic
like the top graduate of Imperial Ponpoko
University's space engineering program:
my dear daughter.
Is that true, Ponko?
Yep. I snuck into the program
through less than ideal means
but left with my head held high.
That means you could have repaired
your spaceship at any time.
I'll be focusing on building
the Rod from God with Yachiyo,
so please
Help us out, everyone! I beg you!
Please.
As structural issues prevent loading
the RFG within the fairing,
we'll attach it to the exterior
of the rocket during launch.
What's the RFG?
The Rod from God itself.
That's not what The Nu-Files called it.
Back on topic!
After jettisoning, I'll manually
load up the RFG in low Earth orbit.
Any questions?
So you'll be going into space?
Will you be okay?
I was born on Planet Tanuki
and raised in outer space.
I'm a girl of the wild and of space,
so it'll be a piece of cake.
That just leaves the weight issue.
Eat right
Picture yourself
slimmer
Goal: -20kg
You Are the Space Star
Ponko's extravehicular unit, her provisions,
and other accessories: all green.
Yachiyo
Bartender
Doorman
Ponko
Porter
Clocked out
Clocked out
Clocked out
Clocked in R&D
Clocked out
Ponko.
Huh? Yachiyo?
Are you getting enough rest?
You've exceeded working hours again today.
Sorry. I just can't figure out
a way to solve the weight issue.
Allow me to help, then.
Engines 1 and 2 are optimized,
we have parallel-staging capability,
and payload capability is sufficient.
TWR is within limits.
Starting simulation.
We're so close.
Getting rid of some life-support
systems is the only option left.
Yachiyo, we can't get rid of them all
I may have found a solution.
Huh?
I'll go.
That'll allow us to get rid of the oxygen
tanks and other life-support systems.
And since I can recharge using sunlight,
I'll be able to operate for longer periods, too.
No! It's not 100 percent safe!
And I'm more knowledgeable in
dealing with unexpected trouble!
If it isn't safe, that's all the more reason
not to send a living employee.
Also, you can just tell me what to do
when problems arise.
Don't underestimate outer space!
It's a place where no life can survive!
Again, all the more reason
to send a robot like me.
But you're alive.
What if Smarmy shows up while we're
busy trying to think of other ideas?
But
We should set up the Rod from God
as soon as possible.
I, too, want to keep this hotel
running forever with you all.
Fine.
I'll send you into outer space with my rocket!
We can see it now.
The hotel we're aiming to be
is within our reach.
Yeah
Due to the planned rocket launch, we are
Temporarily
Closed
We apologize for any inconvenience.
Gingarou Hotel Staff
Talk about crazy, babeh.
This took a whole 70 years!
It was a long and arduous road.
I got so close to giving up
every time we hit a wall.
All walls are ultimately doors.
You just need to step through them.
Sorry I'm late.
Nah, you're perfectly on time.
Are you really going to go dressed like that?
Yes. It's during work hours, after all.
But I did tie my hair and get a new uniform
with heat-resistant fiber.
Will you be okay, Yachiyo?
What do you mean?
It's your first time going into space.
Aren't you scared?
I am unable to process that emotion.
Huh I guess I am the only one
freaking out all the time.
Oh, Earth looks really beautiful
from space. You'll be amazed!
I look forward to seeing it.
Great.
Give me your hands.
I love you, Yachiyo.
I love you too. I promise I'll be back.
I can't let my tasks pile up.
Right.
Take care!
I'm off.
Ten, nine, eight
Start ignition sequence.
Five, four, three, two, one
All engines running.
Lift off!
Phase 1 boosters' thrust looking good.
All numbers green.
The rocket has reached max dynamic
pressure at supersonic speed.
This is HG-1. Roger that.
Throttle down!
Throttling down.
This is Ginza. Proceed to the next phase.
Separating Phase 1 boosters.
Igniting Phase 2 booster.
Separating Phase 2 booster.
Check-in to outer space complete.
Hooray!
HG-1 cutting thrusters.
We've reached the destination point.
This is Ginza. Looking good.
Proceeding to release satellite.
The Ten Commandments of Gingarou.
First: Aim to be the number one
hotel in the galaxy.
Second: Food and etiquette
are mainstays of culture.
Third: Bookmark today's page
in our guests' lives.
Fourth: A smile is the ultimate ambiance.
Fifth: Our only vice is service.
This is HG-1.
Confirming release of advertising satellite.
Proceeding to load RFG.
Hooray!
A solar flare?!
Detecting large amounts of
high-energy, charged particles!
A human would've died instantly!
Good thing Yachiyo's a robot!
This is Ginza. Come in, Yachiyo.
Yachiyo? Yachiyo!
Ponko was right.
Earth is stunningly beautiful.
Oh Maybe this is it.
This emotion must be
Easter Egg Program
Extra Mission
"Get Stranded in Space" complete.
New function "Self-Destruct" unlocked.
Recommend conversion into space debris.
Extra Mission
"Get Stranded in Space" complete.
New function "Self-Destruct" unlocked.
Recommend conversion into space debris.
The idea of never seeing them all again
It scares me.
Translation: Sriram Gurunathan
Editing & Typesetting: Geoff Mazzolini
Subtitle Timing: Mariana Martinez