[Shinsen-Raws] Kuroshitsuji - 04.ass (DOWNLOAD SUBTITLES)
For the love of God, London is far too crowded.
This is the season when most aristocrats make the move
from their countryside manors to their townhouses in London...
The season, hm?
Honestly, these people with nothing better to do with their time.
Anyway, it may be a good change of pace for you to get away from the manor every once in a while.
Those four will not be around,
so you should be able to live peacefully for a while, in any case. Isn't that so?
Peacefully, hm?
Honestly, where on earth do they keep the tea in this house?
It's still not turning up.
There's no way it would be in a place like that.
Madame Red! Lau!
Why are you here?
Oh my, look at you, you're early.
When the Count arrives, it's easy to tell what's to follow.
It means that the Queen's Watchdog is on the move again.
Another prostitute was murdered at Whitechapel yesterday.
It's not just a simple homicide case.
It was carried out as violently as if it were done for sport. Actually, it was almost excessive.
It appears that this particular victim, Mary Anne Nichols, was attacked with some unique blade.
Her body was ripped apart in a manner that does not resemble any patterns we have seen the likes of before.
Scotland Yard and newspaper reporters are calling him by this nickname:
"Jack the Ripper."
Jack the Ripper, eh?
I hurried over to London in order to confirm the situation for myself.
Do you have the courage to look at such a crime scene?
What is that supposed to mean?
The smell of darkness and the reek of beasts that a crime scene is often teeming with
eats away at people of that same world.
You could end up overcome by madness, stepping into such a scene.
Are you ready for something like that,
Count Phantomhive?
I came here to get rid of Her distress.
Don't ask me useless questions.
That's good.
Those are very good eyes.
What seems to be the matter?
This isn't the type of place for children.
Hurry up and head home.
Where are the victim's remains?
Remains?!
What the hell are you saying?!
Abberline!
What did you come to do, Count Phantomhive?
Do you know him?
I came to wipe the rear ends of the hunting dogs that insist on dawdling about.
Sir Arthur Randall?
You don't seem to have found any significant leads as of yet.
We of Scotland Yard will be resolving this case.
Unnecessary meddling is useless.
Splendid.
We're going, Sebastian.
Sir.
What are you going to do?
It's probably best to ask him.
Count, you couldn't possibly mean–
Oh, I mean it.
So... What is this place?
You made it sound like you knew where we were going!
This is a funeral home that is managed by one of Young Master's acquaintances.
Undertaker...?
Are you here, Undertaker?
I thought you'd be coming soon.
Welcome, Count.
So you've finally decided to take me up on my invitation to climb into a deluxe coffin?
As if I'd ever decide to do something like that.
Today–
You don't need to say it.
I know full well why you came here.
He's the type of customer you deal with under the table, not out in the open.
I cleaned everything up for him.
I want to hear more about that.
I get it. In the eyes of the public, you're only a mere undertaker.
So how much will it cost, that information?
I don't want anything that you can offer me through the Queen's money!
Now, Count...
Do go ahead and give me... that...
I beg of you, give me the best laugh to be had!
If you do that, I'll let you know anything you want.
Weirdo.
Leave it to me.
I, who was called the Sleeping Tiger at the New Year's Party in Shanghai, will show you my very essence.
Watch carefully!
Put your foot-on the futon !
Eh?
I suppose it can't be helped.
I, Madame Red, the star actor of high society, will tell you the finest joke.
So, that guy's $%#$%, even though it !@)$%,
if it was &@#% the *&*% before @$@&$*, the @#$%# oh my, my, my–
Now, the only one left is the Count.
I granted you a deal last time, but this time I'm not going to.
Damn it.
It can't be helped.
Sebastian.
Everyone, please wait outside.
Under no circumstances will you look in here.
Please, do come in. It seems that he will speak with us now.
I've seen an earthly paradise...
These days, every so often, a guest comes along that lacks a certain something...
Lacks...?
Yes, lacks something.
The uterus, to be specific.
Though they'd been killed in a rather violent way, only their uterus was very neatly removed.
No matter how scarce the pedestrian traffic,
wouldn't it be too difficult for an amateur to precisely cut something out on the road, especially in the dark of night?
You're clever, butler.
I'm wondering the same thing.
First, the throat would have to be split with a specialized weapon,
and then this part would have to be cut open for your very precious thing to be snatched away...
Someone is probably going to get killed again.
It's the sort of thing that doesn't stop unless someone forces it to come to an end.
Can you put an end to it,
Devil's Aristocrat, Count Phantomhive?
I will put an end to anything that sullies the Queen's garden, without exception.
By any means necessary.
We've figured out quite a bit from that talk we just had.
It must be someone who specializes in medicine and performing autopsies.
Within that group, it must be someone who doesn't have an alibi for the times that the murders happened.
Then there is the ritual of eviscerating the victim.
It could have something to do with a secret society or black magic.
So what do you mean, "we've figured out quite a bit"? Even a regular doctor like me knows how to perform autopsies.
It's the end of summer.
In less than a week the season will be over,
and all the doctors brought by the aristocrats visiting here will be returning home–
Well then.
We will simply have to figure this out before then.
What are you saying?
As the Phantomhive butler, if I couldn't do even that, what would I do?
I will immediately form a list of possible suspects and contact every one of them.
Well then, if you'll excuse me.
This carriage is moving, you know!
Sebastian said he'd do it,
so we'll sit back and enjoy some tea while we wait.
Welcome home. I was awaiting your return.
Afternoon tea has been prepared.
You! Why are you here?!
My errands were finished, so I took the liberty of returning here ahead of you.
You already made up the register of names?
No.
I simply wrote a list of all those who met the qualifications we had talked about earlier and obtained audience with every last one of them.
Come now, Sebastian, say what you like. But something like that is surely impossi–
Duke Bailey's family doctor, Richard Oswald;
has an alibi of being accompanied by friends in the White Horse Pub at the time of the murder; is not involved in a secret society.
Madame Hewitt; surgeon of the Royal Central London Hospital;
has an alibi that is covered by the bellboy in Steeple Inn; is not involved in a secret society.
Count Chamber's family doctor, William Somerset;
has an alibi of attending an evening party hosted by Count Harwood; is not involved in a secret society...
According to these investigations,
I've been able to narrow the list down to one person that fits the description.
Is it true that you're only a butler? You're actually an officer involved in military intelligence, aren't you?
No, I am...
a black butler, to the end.
The Viscount Druitt, Lord Alaist Chamber.
He graduated from his university's medical branch but does not have a practice.
He has hosted quite a few parties at his home.
However, there is some talk about special parties that occur behind the scenes in which only those who are close to him may participate.
I've heard rumors that he's into things like black magic.
So that's to say that there's suspicion of some sort of ritualistic happening sacrificing prostitutes, carried out during those secret parties.
Tonight is his last party of the season.
We have only one chance.
Ciel will be my precious little niece, visiting from the country.
And Sebastian will play Ciel's tutor.
Why am I the one that has to play the niece?
Because I always wanted a girl!
Just for that?!
You would get into quite a bit of trouble if anyone found out that you are Phantomhive.
Also, Viscount Druitt is said to love women, so dressing up as a girl is much more advantageous!
Don't you remember saying that you would use "any means necessary"?
First, we must find the Viscount.
I would hate to let Elizabeth see me wearing something like this...
Awww, that dress is so cute!
There are so many people with beautiful dresses! So cute!
Young Ma– My Lady, please settle down.
Now is the moment–
Twitch!
That dress right there! It's so cute!
For the time being, let us head that way.
Huh?
How unfavorable that Lady Elizabeth should be here...
If it were exposed that the head of Phantomhive was disguising himself in this kind of outfit...
The Phantomhive name would go down in shame forever.
At any rate, let Madame and the others know...
What pleasant company you all are!
She's gone and completely wrapped herself up in enjoying the party.
Oh, there you are!
This way, my Lady.
You, please give a glass of lemonade to that young lady over there.
Of course.
Would you like some lemonade?
Why does this kind of thing always have to happen to me?
The Viscount Druitt looks beautiful as ever this evening.
That platinum blond looks like spun gold!
So that's the Viscount Druitt.
Let's go.
Yes, sir.
Damn it. We can't approach him now.
We have no other choice. Let us join the dance and make our way closer to him in that fashion.
You're telling me to dance in public? With you?
At this moment, I am a tutor to the very end.
My social position for tonight allows me to dance with the Young Lady in public form. It would only be appropriate.
O–Oh, that's right.
Let us begin, my Lady.
We are going to cut across, like so.
How slovenly, over something like this.
It was a very cute dance, Young Lady, like a little Japanese robin.
My Lady, I am going to find something for us to drink.
G–Good evening, Viscount Druitt.
I wonder if you're enjoying yourself, little robin.
I'm very excited to be attending such a wonderful party.
But I actually wanted to speak with the Viscount for a very long time.
Oh?
I've grown so tired of dancing and eating.
What a willful princess this little robin is.
Shall we attend to more entertaining matters?
Endure, endure it! All for this opportunity, I did things like...
This.
And even this.
I did all of that!
Does the Viscount know of anything more entertaining?
Of course.
If it's with you, I can share, my cute little robin.
I'll obliterate this guy, once everything is over!
Whatever could it be?
I have to get something out of him before the dance is over!
What? She's looking over here!
Do you want to know?
I'm terribly interested.
If Elizabeth comes over here, everything will be entirely done for!
It may be a bit early for you.
Hurry, damn it!
I am already a lady at full womanhood, I'll have you know.
Hurry, damn it!
The dance is over!
She's coming!
What have you been so distracted by for the past few moments, hm?
N–Nothing.
My entire life is going to end!
And now, let us have the ladies and gentlemen attending this dance enjoy a magic show.
You, sir, over there, may I ask you to volunteer?
Oh, me? That's fine.
I... don't remember arranging for a magic show...
Now, while I still have time.
Viscount, I'm tired of magic as well, so...
What do you mean, "so"?
Yes, yes, my little robin.
Go ahead, into the interior.
Once I have climbed inside, please tie everything closed with these chains.
And then, skewer the wardrobe.
I will show you that I will come out of here in one piece.
There are no hidden devices and no tricks.
Please witness a rare form of magic.
Well, I suppose I won't hold back.
Splendid! It's a miracle!
Bravo!
Aren't you something, Sebastian!
You really are. I was worried for a moment there that I'd really done you in.
As one would expect, it did hurt a bit.
I didn't think you'd abruptly attack from the cranial area first.
If it hadn't been me in there, you would have killed whomever was inside.
So? What kind of trick was it?
You mean you stabbed that much without even knowing?!
Didn't I say? There were no hidden devices. No trick.
The place that we are heading for now is a very fun and wonderful place.
What is this sickeningly sweet smell?
D–Damn it!
Yes, it's a very wonderful place... little robin.
S–Sebastian!
Please hold on for a bit longer.
You'll grow accustomed to it.
I said they're coming out!
I told you, there's no girl whose insides were pushed out by a corset of all things.
A dream...
Next are the long-awaited featured goods for this evening.
Here is something that you can appreciate visually, or keep as a pet.
You could also use it for a ritual.
It's up to the customer to decide whether he wishes to sell it or not.
The eyes are the beautiful contrast between the color of an ocean reflecting the blue sky and the darkness of a deep forest.
So it's a black market auction.
Allow me to show you, now.
This guy...
This must be the place where he sells the organs that he took from the prostitutes he killed.
Starting bid is 1000 Guinea.
2000!
3000!
3500!
5000!
Sebastian, I'm right here.
What is this?!
My, my.
Your only function is to get caught repeatedly, isn't it?
As long as I hold the contract, you'll follow me anywhere even if I don't call you, won't you?
The "contract" you speak of is represented by a symbol its holder bears, which allows the demon to always keep sight on its prey.
The more noticeable the symbol is placed, the more power it contains within it with which the holder can execute his will.
But in exchange...
He will never be able to escape from that demon.
Yes. No matter where you go, I shall keep you company. To the very end.
Even if this body were to be destroyed,
I will never... ever... leave your side.
To the very depths of hell, I will be your companion.
I do not lie the way that humans do.
That's fine.
You, only you. Don't ever lie to me. Ever.
Yes, my Lord.
The Jack the Ripper case is now solved.
Though it was... considerably uncomplicated.
Scotland Yard will most likely be arriving soon.
Staying for too long would be quite unnecessary.
Well then, let us be on our way.
I just... had the feeling that someone was there.
I wonder if I'm just imagining things.
"Jack the Ripper strikes again."
So the Viscount was a miss? What on earth...
The checkmate moment is drawing near in these serial prostitute killings.
Who is Jack the Ripper, and what are his motives?
This will give cause for Young Master, who is quite ignorant of the ways of the world, to acquire a much bitterer outlook on life.
Once everything is all cleaned up, I will serve him some sweet, sweet warm milk.
Next on Kuroshitsuji:
That butler, a chance meeting.
I am a black butler to the very end, after all.