Needy Girl Overdose (2026) s01e10 Episode Script

Marilyn Manson?
Yeah.
Jesus Christ's most famous hater.
Nervous?
How the hell
are you not nervous, Nechika?!
Let us begin.
Yes. Even the most beautiful flower
means nothing if it never blooms.
All right. Here we go.
The first time I went to school,
everyone in class was so proper
and normal, and not warped at all.
It scared the hell out of me,
and I just couldn't fit in.
And I couldn't sense enough goodness
in the teachers to trust them, either.
The whole place just felt creepy.
When I got online, I was so excited.
All those people who'd shed their humanity
and hid behind the mask of anonymity
I couldn't wait to see
how ugly they were compared to me.
But the online world was actually cleaner
than what I'd imagined.
If anything,
without all the social niceties,
you could glimpse
something pure in them.
And they had rotten personalities,
and only knew how to act rotten.
It made me feel sick.
- It made me feel sick.
I just felt pathetic.
- I just felt pathetic.
All that extreme slander was just
their complexes turned inside out.
Over and over, they attacked elites and
the bourgeoisie with cheap, lazy populism
born from shallow understanding.
A broken metronome.
They waved around fake justice,
but couldn't even become proper villains.
The most half-assed trash imaginable.
And when I realized that, the helplessness
of it all actually started to feel kind of lovable.
For the first time in my life,
I felt like I liked other people.
I come to report.
I come to report, my lord.
That man is cruel.
Cruel, yes. A vile creature.
An evil man.
Ah, I cannot stand it.
He must not be allowed to live.
Yes, yes. I'll calm myself
and tell you properly.
That man must not be allowed to live.
He is the enemy of the world.
Yes, I'll tell you everything.
All of it. Every last thing.
I know where he is.
I'll take you there at once.
Cut him to pieces. Torture him. Kill him.
That man is my teacher. My lord.
Do you have any idea how I've secretly
protected them all this time?
No one knows.
No, not even the man himself knows.
No, he does know.
He knows perfectly well.
And because he knows, he treats me
with even more spiteful contempt.
That man is arrogant.
He knows how much help he receives
from me, and that galls him.
He is stupidly vain.
He seems to think accepting help from
someone like me is some terrible shame.
He's desperate for everyone to think
he can do everything by himself.
Absurd. That is not how the world works.
If you mean to live in this world,
you have no choice but to bow
and scrape to someone,
and then suffer, step by step, until you can
hold others down yourself.
What can that man do, truly?
Nothing. He can do nothing.
To my eyes,
he is still just a naive child.
If I hadn't been there, so long ago,
he and those useless, idiotic disciples of his
would have died like dogs in some field.
I think that man is beautiful.
To me, he is like a child, free of greed.
Even when I scrimp
and save money for my daily bread,
he makes me spend every last coin
on some worthless thing.
But I do not resent him for that.
He is a beautiful man.
I may be nothing more
than a poor merchant, but even so,
I believe I understand
what it means to be a man of spirit.
So no matter how foolishly that man wastes
the little coins I worked so hard to save,
I feel nothing.
Nothing at all.
But if that is so, then once in a while,
couldn't he at least offer me one kind word?
Yet he is always cruel to me.
Once, as that man was wandering
along the spring seashore,
he suddenly called my name.
"You do so much for me."
"I understand your loneliness."
"But you must not always
have such a sullen expression."
"To look lonely when you are lonely
is what hypocrites do."
"It only means you are changing
your expression on purpose,"
"trying to make others
understand your loneliness."
"If you truly believe in God,"
"then even when you are lonely,
you should pretend nothing is wrong."
"Wash your face clean,
anoint your head, and smile."
"Do you not understand?"
"Even if no one else
understands your loneliness,"
"it should be enough that your true Father,
somewhere unseen, understands it."
"Is that not so? Everyone is lonely."
When he said that to me, for some reason,
I wanted to burst into tears.
No, I did not need
the Father in Heaven to understand.
I did not need
the people of the world to know.
"If only you, you alone, understood me,
that would be enough."
"I love you."
"No matter how deeply
the other disciples love you,"
"their love could never
compare to mine."
I love that man.
If he dies, I will die with him.
That man belongs to no one.
He is mine.
If I must hand him over to another,
then before I do, I will kill him myself.
I abandoned my father,
abandoned my mother,
abandoned the land of my birth,
and followed that man until this very day.
I do not believe in Heaven.
I do not believe in God.
I do not believe
in that man's resurrection.
How could he possibly be
the King of Israel?
He is a liar.
Every word he speaks is nonsense,
from first to last.
I do not believe a single thing he says.
But I believe in his beauty.
There is no one in this world
as beautiful as he.
I love that man's beauty,
purely and wholly.
That is all. I ask for no reward.
Yet after I longed for him
with life-and-death devotion
and followed him all this way,
he never gave me a single kind word.
Instead, he blushed as he defended
that lowly peasant woman.
Ah, so that was it.
The man was weak after all.
He had lost his edge.
There was no hope left for him.
He was ordinary. Just a man.
It would be no loss if he died.
Once I thought that,
a terrible idea suddenly came over me.
Perhaps I had been bewitched
by the Devil.
From that moment on, I thought
I should kill the man with my own hands.
He was surely destined
to be killed one day.
And at times,
I even caught glimpses of him
acting as though he were deliberately
forcing others to kill him.
I will kill him with my own hands.
I will not let another man do it.
I will kill him, and then I will die.
Ah, the birds are so loud.
Their cries are stuck in my ears.
Why are the birds causing such a racket?
Chirp, chirp, chirp.
What are they making such a fuss about?
Oh, money?
You're giving it to me?
Thirty pieces of silver?
I see.
No, I must refuse.
You had better take that money back
before I strike you.
I did not come here to accuse them
because I wanted money. Put it away!
No, forgive me. I'll take it.
Yes. That's right. I was a merchant.
Because of money,
that graceful man always despised me.
I'll take it.
In the end, I am a merchant.
With this despised money,
I will have my splendid revenge on him.
This is the method of revenge
most suited to me.
Serves him right!
He will be sold
for thirty pieces of silver.
I'm not crying at all!
I do not love that man!
I never loved him. Not one tiny bit.
Yes, my lord.
Everything I told you was a lie.
I only followed that man
because I wanted money.
Oh, yes. That must be it.
Tonight I saw clearly that
he would never let me make a profit.
So like any merchant,
I quickly changed sides.
Money.
The world is nothing but money.
Thirty pieces of silver! How wonderful!
I'll take it.
I am a petty merchant.
I want it so badly I can't stand it.
Yes. I thank you.
Yes, yes. I nearly forgot to say.
My name is Judas the merchant.
Judas Iscariot.
In this Christmas Eve live battle,
the three siblings face off
against the lonely Internet Angel!
First, they'll each perform live,
with online voting,
followed by a one-on-one performance
battle between representatives.
From there, the in-person audience
will cast their votes to decide the winner.
If the challengers lose,
they still get another chance.
That's hardly fair, is it?
If Karamazov loses, we'll retire.
Right, leader?
Well, I can't even imagine us Karamazovs,
bound by ties deeper than blood,
losing to some washed-up angel!
If we lose, we won't just retire!
I'll commit seppuku right here!
Lollipop!
- You're so cute!
Do your best! Don't get hurt!
You only turned my mic on, didn't you?!
In that case, I'll take responsibility
and behead Lollipop myself.
- Hey! So I'm the only one
actually doing the seppuku?!
- Michica-sama.
- So beautiful
Huh? She's looking this way.
That was so funny, I actually laughed.
You really are great.
The three of you are perfectly in sync.
Fun, ridiculous, and cool.
There's no doubt about it.
You have what it takes to be stars,
which makes it kind of sad
that I'm retiring you tonight.
The world begins to shake,
the scenery blurs
Only you remain
A memory only showing you
There is no God
One-hit poison
straight into every otaku heart!
So cute!
Deadly Poison Denpa Girl
Purple Lollipop!
The Silver Knight shrouding your reality.
So cool!
I, Nechika, will escort you
to your own private hell.
The black rose is a symbol of curses.
So beautiful!
Rejoice! Hell's Blood Rose Michica
will hate you until the day you die.
As long as you want it, otaku,
Karamazov will show you
an eternal dream with our sweet poison!
I'll break it all for you,
I'll even break those old ethics too
I'll forgive you for it all,
I'll even forgive your shattered morals
(It has to be you) No
(The moonlit night is coming) No
(Kiss me) No (Reject me) No, No
Lunacy
Paranoia
Sugar Drug Lover Dance
poison Dance
Break it!
Thirty pieces of silver
Put a price upon our memories
This is where it ends between us
Ah, my poison signal waves
(our fingers brush)
Come, because it's our last night
Because I do not love you
Because I do not like you
(your hair sways)
Because the moon's still watching
Because it's truly over
Now, do not kiss me
(poison Dance)
Silver on my lips, tonight
Thirty coins, my price
I'm scared of the cold (sinful Desire)
Secrets whispered, Judas
Kiss me, traitor, gently
Clandestine words
Eli, Eli, lema
I'll break it all for you,
I'll break that wretched mind
I'll love it all for you,
I'll love your gentle sins
I'll make you yearn for it,
punishment that drives you mad
Take me under so you can sleep
I'll pour it into you,
my hot hot poison
I'll set you free,
devour the coins for you
I'll kill you as desired,
let time stop still
Kiss of betrayal
(Lollipop Dance)
Thank you
for that incredible performance!
Everyone, please cast your votes!
It looks like KAngel
has a slight lead so far?!
Will the world smile upon
its angel after all?!
And now, the performance battle!
I am everything humanity aspires to be.
As the Internet Angel, I am destined
to guide the masses for all of eternity.
Times change.
Generations change.
What we once admired
is no longer an ideal. It's become reality!
The arrogance!
It's true, isn't it?
That you, too,
were guided by the angel's light?
That's right!
You were a first-magnitude star,
shining brighter than anyone!
No hero or idol could ever compare.
I kept chasing the sweet dream
you showed me
and now the time has come to wake up!
I have always been inside the dream.
The hallucinations of boys and girls
taken shape as the outline of an angel.
And each time you offer up your faith
the angel takes on the
burden of salvation.
Even if the whole world believes in you,
you don't believe in anyone!
So what?
Even if I don't believe in them,
I still love those foolish humans.
A one-sided love!
Next comes parade time, right?
Minced poisonous spider.
Freak-show cuisine always kills online!
Everyone knows it's God
who gets ripped apart by the chainsaw!
People get bored when all you do
is sit there being loved!
You old hag!
DEADLY POISON DENPA GIRL I LOVE THIS
GAME TOO! I WANT TO PLAY IT WITH YOU!
KAngel
Don't you dare look down on humans!
You're only alone because
you're scared of other people!
Back when I was loved by you,
I was all alone.
You saved me.
But the me standing here now
has friends.
So now it's my turn
to save lonely KAngel!
The merry-go-round's stopping.
Time to get off your white horse
Ame-chan!
Poison!
One-hit poison
straight into every otaku heart!
Deadly Poison Denpa Girl
Purple Lollipop!
With that self-enclosed love!
This fake-family bullshit
You think having something to protect
makes you weak!
It's all a front!
I have a lover more precious to me
than the entire world.
You just decide I'm lonely,
then force your convenient
little interpretation on me.
You don't love anyone.
And that makes you sad!
That's why you're fighting, isn't it?!
You wretches of shallow faith!
Right to the very end,
you could only believe in yourself.
You pretended you were holding your lover.
But all this time,
you were holding yourself.
Loving yourself.
You were always
just using that stuffed animal
to play pretend lovers with yourself!
S-So what?!
People only ever see the convenient version
of themselves reflected in others!
The phenomenon known as myself
is but one blue light
in a hypothetical
Beautiful
Poor little god, terrified of being loved,
I'll pierce you through, along with the sins
you took on in the electronic sea.
Good night, Angel.
The winner has been decided!
Congratulations on your
overwhelming victory, Karamazov!
How do you feel right now?
I have
killed an angel.
Now I'm all alone again.
I'm not letting you be alone yet.
We still have a promise.
A promise?
The fighting game.
We promised we'd face off,
just the two of us.
You've been following
that stream all this time?
Because you were the only person
who ever talked to me.
You were a real angel.
I got to talk to an angel.
Then take responsibility for killing her.
I will. I'll chase you down until the day
we finally play each other.
I see. What a pain-in-the-ass fan.
Bang.
NEXT EPISODE PREVIEW
Amid the applause,
the angel falls apart,
exposed to the malice
known as public fascination.
Next time, "Canon a Tre Violini
con Basso Continuo, Gigue."
EPISODE 11