Durarara!! (2010) s01e04 Episode Script

Utterly Alone

1 The treacherous sunset Uragiri no yuuyake Seems to tear away Yakkai ni karamitsuku ase wo The annoying sweat that curls around me Kirisaku you ni shite My machine howls, like it's singing Machine wa sakebu utau you ni Blow up louder CELTY STURLUSON Blow up louder Blow up louder The silent fairy is there Mukuchi na yousei wa soko ni iru Blow up louder SEIJI YAGIRI Blow up louder Blow up louder Atonement is a fragment of broken love Tsugunai wa kudaketa ai no kakera NAMIE YAGIRI Atonement is a fragment of broken love Tsugunai wa kudaketa ai no kakera Atonement is a fragment of broken love Tsugunai wa kudaketa ai no kakera Oh, the morning sun rises Aa asahi wa noboru SHIZUO HEIWAJIMA Oh, the morning sun rises Aa asahi wa noboru Oh, the morning sun rises Aa asahi wa noboru Between the buildings in town Biru no tanima IZAYA ORIHARA Between the buildings in town Biru no tanima Between the buildings in town Biru no tanima If you believe now, it'll all change Ima shinjireba kawaru no sa And tomorrow won't be meaningless Muimi ja nai ano ashita ERIKA KARISAWA And tomorrow won't be meaningless Muimi ja nai ano ashita And tomorrow won't be meaningless Muimi ja nai ano ashita WALKER YUMASAKI The morning sun rises Asa hi wa noboru The morning sun rises Asa hi wa noboru KYOHEl KADOTA Slipping out of the dark Yami wo nukete Slipping out of the dark Yami wo nukete If you feel it now, you'll see it Ima kanjireba mieru no sa SABURO TOGUSA If you feel it now, you'll see it Ima kanjireba mieru no sa If you feel it now, you'll see it Ima kanjireba mieru no sa And the dream won't be meaningless Muimi ja nai ano yume wo The things we see really do exist Oretachi niwa mieteru mono ga aru Surely Kitto MIKADO RYUGAMINE Surely Kitto Surely Kitto It's something no one can steal from us Darenimo ubawarenai mono MASAOMI KIDA It's something no one can steal from us Darenimo ubawarenai mono Our purpose isn't meaningless Muimi ja nai ano ito ga ANRI SONOHARA Our purpose isn't meaningless Muimi ja nai ano ito ga Our purpose isn't meaningless Muimi ja nai ano ito ga What do you mean, urban legend? The black bike! The Headless Rider! The man on the black bike doesn't have a head! Their head's cut clean off, but they still move.
It doesn't seem like that hard a job.
Still, be careful.
I hadn't heard that you'd turned into a defender of justice.
Wh-What the hell are you? Wh-What are you?! The morning sun rises Asahi wa noboru SIMON BREZHNEV The morning sun rises Asahi wa noboru The morning sun rises Asahi wa noboru Over the horizon Suiheisen If you believe now, it'll all change Ima shinjireba kawaru no sa SHINRA KISHITANI If you believe now, it'll all change Ima shinjireba kawaru no sa That light won't be meaningless.
Muimi ja nai ano hikari DURARARA!! The Headless Rider? I've heard of them! A friend of mine saw them.
Can't say I care, honestly.
I took a photo of them! See? The Headless Rider? He's right here.
Heard of 'em.
Might've seen 'em near Sunshine.
Seriously? I dunno, but everyone's making a big deal.
So it's gotta be true, right? Everyone's talking about them.
That bike showed up again.
Kanra That bike showed up again.
Taro Tanaka But do they really not have a head? Setton It's just a creepy rumor.
Kanra But I hear some pretty realistic rumors.
Taro Tanaka Wow Setton It's impossible for someone to not have a head.
Kanra Not if they're not human! Those who've really gotten close don't talk about it.
I'm sorry.
I don't know anything about it.
What about you? What's your impression of the legendary Headless Rider? Scared? Think they're cool? Think they might, actually, be a nice person? No.
I think I know.
You don't know what to think.
I'll tell you what I know about the Headless Rider.
It's a bit of a detailed and endless story, but please listen with an unusually wide open mind.
UTTERLY ALONE UTTERLY ALONE First, let me introduce myself.
I'm Shinra Kishitani, age 24.
I'm a doctor here in Ikebukuro.
More precisely, I'm an itinerant underground doctor.
I perform first-aid on people who've been hit with stuff the cops would question, CHIVALROUS SPIRIT CHIVALROUS SPIRIT and plastic surgery on people who need new faces.
I may not look it, but I'm good at my job and am well-regarded.
Now, on to the main point.
I'm back! Yes.
The Headless Rider, Celty Sturluson, is my roommate.
I'm back, Celty.
Welcome back.
It was an easy job, nothing special.
How were things for you? No peeking.
Sorry! Sorry! I didn't mean to.
I just accidentally You seem upset.
Maybe you need some calcium.
You're telling me to eat eggshells or something? Might not be a bad idea.
But you know, nutritional science isn't my thing, so I couldn't tell you how much calcium is in an eggshell or how efficiently your body could absorb it.
Of course, since I don't even know where your brains are, I don't know that it would have any effect in the first place! Shut up.
Hey, Celty, I know it isn't the first time I've asked, but how does the world look to you, who don't have eyes? I can't tell someone what I don't even understand myself.
She may not have a head, but she can see and hear and smell.
But evidently, lacking a head doesn't give her 360-degree vision.
She does have a field of vision wider than that of normal humans.
This is just a theory of mine, but that mysterious smoky stuff that's floating out of your neck all the time You think you're maybe scattering it over your surroundings, and when it bounces back, you absorb it, and get your information? Of course, the information you'd get about far-off objects would be less clear.
Don't care.
If I can see and hear, that's enough.
Celty, you're always like that.
I just wonder how much of the world that you feel is the same as the world I feel.
It's not just about sight.
It's a question of values, too.
Not as a human, but as a lone faerie who appeared in this city What the world is like, viewed through a Dullahan's eyes.
What's wrong? If you don't mind, tell me what happened.
That job today, Izaya said it would be easy.
The work itself was a piece of a cake.
And? I really do appreciate you, Transporter.
I can't get by without you.
And you can't get by without me.
I'd rather the latter weren't the case.
Don't be like that.
I'll be using your services again.
I want to stay on good terms with you.
For a long time Am I imagining things, thinking you're a creepy guy? You sure are.
By the way, ever heard of a Dullahan? It's a headless faerie from Ireland.
A portrait painter in Yoyogi Park said he saw one once.
He kept yelling, It had no head! It had no head! Think he was talking about a Dullahan? Is he still there? Don't know, really.
So she's intrigued, is she? Celty Sturluson isn't human.
She's a type of faerie, out of Celtic folklore, commonly known as a Dullahan.
Is there a portrait painter around here? Oh, him? He's not here anymore.
Hey, didn't he say he was going to Yokohama? A Dullahan carries its severed head at its side, and travels in a two-wheeled carriage called a Cóiste Bodhar, pulled by a headless horse.
They visit the homes of men whose time on Earth is about to end.
If you carelessly open the door, they'll throw a bucket full of blood on you.
It's a horrific, death-besotted legend, and rather difficult to connect to the woman herself.
Except for the part about lacking a head.
Why she's come to Japan, to Tokyo, to Ikebukuro And why she obsesses so much over her head I'll tell you in a moment.
It was twenty years ago.
When she woke atop a mountain, she discovered her head was gone.
She then realized that she was missing a number of memories, such as the reason for her actions and her past, back up to a certain point.
However, she remembered that she was a Dullahan, and that her name was Celty Sturluson, and how to use her abilities.
And the first thing that surprised her was I wasn't thinking of things with my head, she said.
And then she realized she could sense something she thought to be her head.
She considered the situation and hypothesized that her consciousness was shared between her head and her body, and the missing memories were those inside her head.
And thus, she decided to recover her head, which alone knew the reason for her existence.
It was possible her head had left her body of its own volition.
But even so, she wouldn't know until she had it.
He wasn't in Yokohama, either.
Next is Tama, then Chiba I keep missing him.
Should've just given up and come back tomorrow.
I was frantic.
When I thought my head might be there I wanted to get it back, no matter what, as soon as possible.
I don't want to live with these vague memories.
She followed the faint trails, all the way here, but it seemed the head had gone overseas.
The ship was bound for Japan, apparently.
Following it, by sneaking aboard another ship, was easy enough, but the problem was the horse.
It was the Dullahan's servant spirit, made to possess a horse's corpse.
If necessary, it was possible to dismiss it, but where it would go after that That memory was likely in her head.
So even though she knew how to dismiss it, she couldn't bring herself to do it.
And then She met it.
I never did find my head.
But Oh, I know that painter.
He's been in south Ikebukuro Park for a few days.
Yeah, that's right.
Want me to go with you? It's inconvenient like that, right? Okay, it's done.
Wow! Awesome! It's cuter than you are.
Huh? Hey! You're good, mister! Not at all.
I still can't really draw the things I like.
Thank you! You're welcome.
Ready to go? Ready to go? Come back any time.
Come back any time.
Okay! Sorry.
It's getting dark.
I'm done for today.
Did you really see a Dullahan? Yeah.
I did.
When I was young, I saw it in the mountains of Ireland.
With my own two eyes.
What did you mean when you said it lost its head? Lost its head? No, no.
It has no head.
I can't decide on how the head should look.
Here It was a woman.
And a beautiful woman, at that.
On a foggy night, on a mountain road, she passed me.
She passed by at an incredible speed.
She was a terrifying beauty.
She was not of this world.
I could tell.
When I returned to the inn and spoke of my experience, they said it had been a Dullahan.
I was told it had lived there for ages.
Why doesn't your Dullahan have a head? I can't draw it.
The more I draw it, the more wrong it looks.
I remember what I saw, but I just can't express her on paper.
What color was her hair? Her eyes? What kind of expression did she have? If I could say it, I wouldn't have thought to try and draw it.
Come to think of it, a strange man recently came by.
He told me my drawing was perfect as it was.
That she didn't need a head.
Weird guy.
Why is it so important to you? It was the greatest experience of my life.
That one night was my whole life.
I want to get back my memories of that moment.
Thanks, mister.
I see.
By the way, you don't remember meeting him, right? I don't.
That Dullahan may or may not be you.
Or perhaps he was simply mistaken.
It was me.
I know it.
Yeah? Where was I going? What was I thinking? Why was I going there? Is it that important? You're outrageously unique and mysterious.
But your goal is still far, far away.
What are you getting at? I'll be straight.
Give it up.
That strange man may be right.
Maybe you don't need your head.
Why don't you forget about your head? Let's go somewhere.
Anywhere If you want, I'll do whatever it takes to get you back home.
I'll go there too, and forever we'll be- I don't dislike you, but I'm fine living here just like this.
Don't be like that.
I'm fine! Then be a little more feminine That's enough! I suppose there may be a difference in our values, after all.
Back to the subject at hand Her story No, our story, after she boarded the ship.
She'd spoken to one of the crew and smuggled herself on board, but she noticed that she stood out horribly.
Now that I know her, it doesn't bother me at all, but The first time I saw it, I was pretty shocked.
At the time, I was four.
I was returning to Japan with my dad.
Dad, there's a woman in the hold Hurry! I was returning to Japan with my dad.
Dad, there's a woman in the hold Hurry! Dad, there's a woman in the hold Hurry! My father, Shingen, was not a normal person by any means.
Dad, come on! My father, Shingen, was not a normal person by any means.
When he heard my story, the proper thing to do as a parent would have been to laugh, don't you think? But he didn't.
Perhaps it was his nature as a doctor, but he was very interested.
My lady, I apologize, but is it true that you have no head? If you let me dissect you, just once, I'll give you a place to stay, he said.
She agreed.
She had her own reasons, but I'm sure she was nervous.
She doesn't really seem to remember this.
Human anesthetic didn't work, so the shock must have been great.
She seems to have a sense of pain, but much lessened.
She has no heart.
All of her organs are there, but non-functioning.
She has blood vessels, but no blood circulating through them.
It's simply flesh.
She's like a walking anatomical model.
But look.
What would it take for her to die? Wasn't my dad just horrible? He was having his four-year-old son dissect a girl.
But thanks to experiences like this, I could learn the techniques required to be a doctor.
You never know what's going to help you.
What's wrong? The moment I saw her, I was entranced.
And those feelings haven't changed in the twenty years we've lived together.
And she's been looking for her head this whole time, working as a transporter.
If it came back, what would she do? What would happen to her? Is her will her head's will? Or What are you recording? Nothing special.
I was hoping to tell later generations about the wonderful life we lead.
Whatever.
Just be quiet.
I can't sleep.
Sorry, Celty.
That's all for now.
I'll do the rest some other time.
It's perfect! What do you mean? A Dullahan is supposed to carry its head, you know.
It doesn't need a head.
Of course it does.
You only think that 'cause you've never seen the real thing.
She was a beautiful, beautiful woman.
Sure was.
But she's better without a head.
It's more charming that way.
She's perfect that way.
So you don't need to worry about it.
You don't need to be able to draw it.
It's fine as it is.
But I'm going to draw it anyway.
It's fine as it is! You're a strange guy.
Aw, you flatter me! I'm here, right beside you I'm here soba ni iru kara Call me, because I'm here for you Call me boku ga iru kara Trust me, there's nothing more to fear Trust me mou nanimo osorenaide My dear, we're connected My dear mienai ito de Trust me, by an invisible thread Trust me tsunagatte iru kara You just have to feel this warmth Tada kanjite ite kono nukumori I can hear clearly Chanto kikoete iru the voice in your heart Kimi no kokoro no koe You'll surely find Kawaru koto no nai An unchanging love inside Ai wa kitto koko ni aru You can cry Naite mireba ii You can rely on me Tayotte mireba ii Because I've decided to accept it all Sono subete wo uketomeru to kimeta I'm here, no matter where you are I'm here doko ni itatte Call me, we can be one Call me hitotsu ni nareru Trust me, because these feelings Trust me kono omoi Will never fade Mo tokenai kara My dear, the baggage you carry My dear kakaeta nimotsu Trust me, you can let it go Trust me oroshite mireba ii Yeah, I'm here for you Sou kimi no tame ni boku ga irun da I'm here, right beside you I'm here soba ni iru kara Call me, because I'm here for you Call me boku ga iru kara Trust me, there's nothing more to fear Trust me mou nanimo osorenaide My dear, we're connected My dear mienai ito de Trust me, by an invisible thread Trust me tsunagatte iru kara You just have to feel this warmth Tada kanjite ite kono nukumori This program is a work of fiction.
Any resemblance to people, parties, or situations is purely coincidental.
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