Sonetto: There is no way ahead. It seems to be another dead end.
Sotheby: Huh? Hmm ... behind this wall, I hear many cheers! This is the exit. It leads to the outside!
Sonetto: There are indeed many voices. Hmm? Timekeeper? I seem to hear her voice!
Sotheby: Hey! Anyone here? Help us please! We're trapped behind the wall!
Sonetto: No. They can not hear us. Let me blast the wall!
Sotheby: No way! It sounds like a banquet outside. A cheerful one! It would be bad if the rubble hit them.
Sotheby: Let me look through the cracks ... Hmm ... It seems we are behind the spotlight.
Sotheby: The cracks are huge! Why don't I use a corrosive potion to dissolve them, so we could move the bricks!
Sonetto: Good idea! Let's start from the middle!
Sonetto: We should get out of here as soon as possible. Timekeeper, she definitely needs my help ...
Schneider: Huh!
Vertin: ...!
Schneider: Ah ha! The joy, the joy from the bottom of my heart ... ♪
Vip Guest: Another 19 points down? What the hell? What are they doing?
Thomas: Can I ... get my 5,000 back? No?
Guest: Hey, Forget Me Not! Is there something wrong with your chart? Today is not April Fools'!
Schneider: Ah ha? What's the matter?
Schneider: Seems no one cares about us anymore, Ms. Governor ...
Schneider: If that is the case ... I will make your arms bleed, my lord. Will the audience be interested then?
Vertin: Ugh!
Vertin: The market is really dropping ahead of time. To accelerate the history like this ... is that for ...
Schneider: Huh! Can't you feel the pain? That's really annoying. Next time if I aim at your thigh, will they be more attracted?
Pap!!
Thomas: Damn it! Is it going to f**g hit the downside? I should've sold it! Go to hell!
Guest: My house! No, my everything! Get my money back! Give it back, you son of a bh!
Vip Guest: Hello? Darling, no-no I can explain. It's just for the moment. Do you think the Wall Street bankers will just sit around and watch?
Vip Guest: What? Everyone is exiting! The trading volume is more than 12 million shares?!
Thomas: Pay you my ass! Who has the cash? You tell me, who has the cash!
Guest: Let me out! I'm in a hurry. I-I need to go home! I need to go home!
Pap!
Schneider: Heh heh! Hilarious! I'm killing people but nobody gives a damn!
Pap pap! Pap pap!
APPLe: It's too dangerous! Why doesn’t Vertin use that blasting Bombard Ball!
Special Action Team Captain: No, not yet! We're fighting up close here, can't let the bomb give us away!
Schneider: Fine. Enough fun for me.
Schneider: If I don't kill you, I'm afraid we won't be able to leave tonight.
Schneider: It would be great if I met you and your "rubble" first, and so we would have not ... Forget it.
Schneider: Ms. Governor, goodbye.
She slowly raises the pistol. Her face is as pale and delicate as a sad white pigeon.
*lights on*
Dazzling spotlights suddenly focus on Vertin and Schneider and blind them.
Sonetto: Timekeeper!
Pap pap pap!
Hurried footsteps are coming toward Vertin.
Sonetto: Timekeeper, what's going on? You are bleeding!
Vertin: I'm fine. Why are you ... behind the stage? You seem well. Thank goodness.
Sotheby: Come here, quick! A lot of people are arguing there. Oh! Careful, you'll be knocked down!
A slow clapping sound comes from the stage away from the fighting ring.
Vertin: Those behind him ... are men of the Manus Vindictae!
Forget Me Not: Thank you all, for giving this about-to-end world such an unforgettable curtain call.
Thomas: Forget Me Not?! I lost all the stocks I bought from you! How will you make up for it!
Forget Me Not: A very good question, dear Mr. Thomas.
Forget Me Not: I am here to share good news with you, comparing with which, the Dow dropping more than 300 is not worth mentioning.
Forget Me Not: The world you live in, year 1929 of the Roaring 20s, is welcoming its finale.
Forget Me Not: And now, I invite you to wait quietly for the finale to come.
Thomas: Are you crazy? Do you know what you’re talk ...
*casting incantation*
Thomas: Uggh ...
Forget Me Not: Don't worry. He will be quiet for a while.
The crowd is no longer noisy.
Although the party balloons, the feather decorations, and well-dressed guests still make this place seem a cheerful banquet, the whole room is filled with absolute silence.
Silence named "Fear."
*phone ringing*
Forget Me Not: Hello? Oh, the Dow closed at ... 230.07. I see.
All Guests: ...
Forget Me Not: That's it, my friends. Wall Street has collapsed.
Forget Me Not: And the "Storm" ...
Forget Me Not: ... has finally come.
Forget Me Not: At first, it's a drop of rain you can barely see.
Forget Me Not: From the drain, from the bottom of rubber shoes, from the milk about to be dumped, they become an unknown pond.
Forget Me Not: Then, the pond becomes the raindrop. It leaves the ground without hesitation, as if trying to get rid of a pernicious habit ...
Forget Me Not: ... a pernicious habit of this era and society.
All Guests: ...
Forget Me Not: What I said caused uproar in the crowd. And that habit will only grow, like a "mutation," haunting every living body.
Forget Me Not: In the 60s, it crashed people into absurd cartoons. In the 90s, it turns our veins into cables.
Forget Me Not: At last, all the absurdities will transform into a "Storm," and eventually "cleanse" the world.
Forget Me Not: Only the people who weren't sifted out have the right to ...
Forget Me Not: "Reverse," with us.
Vertin: ...
Forget Me Not: These are the details that couldn’t be revealed to the public. Our official—Ms. Vertin, you must be familiar with it, right?
Forget Me Not: You know this better than anyone else ... the countdown to the sifting, has already begun.
Vertin: Correct. I finally got the answer.