Genuine Partners

Pietro: "Your diligence lets me cut corners."
(Elenora gives a fond smile; she doesn't mind)
Elenora: "Incidentally, this is the road the ancient Romans used to attack Greek cities in Sicily."

Pietro: "Hey now. Don't tell me you have my underwear color in there too."


Mishandling Henrietta

Ferro: "You heard what happened to Elsa. You need to be extra careful. Henrietta. Make sure nothing happens to Jose."
Such an injunction is hardly needed with any of the cyborgs, but its focus holds an implication. Elsa died, but this doesn't mean Henrietta should be careful; only Jose's safety is of any real concern. Henrietta nods solemnly back, agreeing with such priorities.

Jose: "It's off-season right now, but I used to spend summers here with my family."
Henrietta: "Your family? Including Jean?"
Jose: "My brother too, but..."


"I'm spending my time with you right now."

But it's not right. He is crouched, almost begging, with dark rims around his eyes that belie his false excitement. Rather than lighting up, Henrietta looks downward in embarrassment, the usual blush of fond emotion absent from her cheeks. All this is being pushed on her and she can feel it. This isn't the affection she dreams about.

Jose: "Let's come again when the season changes. Sicily in the summer is the best."
Henrietta: "You'll bring me here again?" (Excited)
Jose: "As many times as you want."

This was brutally and inexcusably manipulative. Jose needed Henrietta weakened by glee to voice his insane demand, and so pressed until he found it. None of this was about making her happy, but just a means for an end.

Henrietta: "No! I need this in order to protect you!"
Jose: "Only a journalist and his niece who came for a holiday are here."
(Jose turns with his hand held out expectantly; Henrietta only hugs the case tighter)
Jose: "A normal girl shouldn't be holding those things." (Tiredly insistent)
Henrietta: "A normal girl... is that what I am?" (Looking down unhappily)
Jose: "Right."


Invading Romans

Pietro: "This is no place for work."
Elenora: "Nope! 'Living here day by day, you think it's the center of the world.' "
Pietro: "Why don't you quit and become a tour guide?"
(Elenora smiles inoffensively)

"Living here day by day, you think it's the center of the world. You believe nothing will ever change. Then you leave: a year, two years. When you come back, everything's changed. The thread's broken. What you came to find isn't here. What was yours is gone."


Amadeo: "The cyborgs normally protect us, but today we're protecting them? How ironic."

Hairline Fractures


Pietro: "Triela told us about you."
(Jose enters the room)
Jose: "Section One, huh?"
Pietro: "Hey there, Mr. Reporter."
Jose: "We're on vacation. What do you want?" (Testy)
Pietro: "We came all the way here because we're in charge of the Elsa incident. Will you let us in?"


Finding her desires thwarted and Jose not seeming to care, Henrietta defied him. Knowing they were to be allowed in she continued to bar the way, and thereby obstructed his will on purpose. A minor act, but with momentous implications. Turning to look at him, she gives a guilty, pleading glance that says, "I know I'm doing wrong but I don't want them here; please turn them away."
Jose: "Henrietta." (Stern)

Jose: "Oh, there are no weapons allowed in this house. I'll take them for you."
(A confused look from everybody)
Jose: "We're on vacation. We don't want the smell of gun oil here."
Pietro: "You gonna take away my 'You-Know-What' next?"
(Pietro hands Jose his gun)
Jose: "Leave your dirty mouth at the door as well." (Snippy)

Compare and Contrast


Jose: "Wasn't the Elsa case closed?"
Pietro: "Yes."
Jose: "Then all that's left is to wait for the terrorists to be caught." (Jose sighs with unconcerned finality)
Pietro: "Officially, yes... But something just doesn't feel right. Our boss doesn't know we're here."
Elenora: "Fermi, he didn't order us here?" (Surprised)
Pietro: "I told him my grandma in Naples fell ill. So it's half business, half personal."
Jose: "Why did you follow us?"
Pietro: "Triela told us to go see you two if we wanted to learn more about the fratello relationship."
Jose: "I see..."



Pietro: "She does housework too?" (Surprised)
Jose: "Yeah... It seems she has been practicing at the dorm, but don't expect anything tasty."
(Pietro smiles and Elenora perks up)
Pietro: "Elenora..." (Please...)
Elenora: "Yes, yes. I'll go supervise her." (Standing up with a self-effacing smile)



Pietro: "So, did you gain her respect from the conditioning like Lauro and the others?"
Jose: "The cyborgs need conditioning to be usable. Henrietta's no exception."
(Jose's face lowers in thought, looking inward)
Jose: "However, I don't strengthen the conditioning so she would be loyal to me, nor do I demand affection from her."
Pietro: "How is that any different? Not strengthening it doesn't really solve anything."
Jose: "I agree with that. I know that I'm using her for the agency and myself..."
(Jose's hands fall limply forward)
Jose: "I know that..."


Life is a Large, Complex Task

Henrietta: "Umm, pasta with tomato soup."
(A pause during which Elenora's face studiously does not change)
Elenora: "...that's all?" (Carefully neutral)
Henrietta: "Yes." (Not catching the implication)
(Elenora glances with concern at Henrietta, then smiles)


Elenora: "Alright, let's add some more to the menu."
Henrietta: "But, I can't do anything without a recipe." (Worriedly)
Now Henrietta's second limitation comes to light: she can only follow instructions. Jose never gave her explanations to understand the purpose behind his conflicting edicts. As a result, rules simply are, and without them she doesn't know what to do. Coupled with her insecurity, this ignorance leaves her struggling to move beyond the concrete.

Henrietta: "Amazing! It's a magical notebook!"
Elenora: "I just have a bad memory. I'd get fired if I didn't do this."

But Elenora is teaching Henrietta something even more important here: amazing people come from flawed people. Unlike Jose, there is nothing intrinsically "magical" about her; as such, Henrietta could be like this woman if she so desired.

Elenora: "Listen. All successful jobs are--"
Henrietta: "--comprised of smaller, simpler tasks."
Elenora: "Right!"
(Elenora's eyes open in surprise)
Elenora: "Huh? Where did you hear that?"
Henrietta: "Huh... where did I hear it?" (Confused)
(Henrietta perks up and smiles)
Henrietta: "I don't seem to remember."


Who's Understanding Whom?

Elenora: "You really like him, don't you? What kind of feeling is it? Are you aware that those feelings may be the agency's doing?"
Henrietta: "I'm happy right now, so I don't mind. But... I have to do what the agency orders. When I do anything for Jose, it's because I want to."
Elenora: "That's just like a girl who's in love."


The camera subtly confirms the falsity of her statement: throughout Henrietta's response the seaside hill is shown, which is tantamount to covering her expression. She is conscious of the discrepancy and is trying to hide it from herself by repeating tired beliefs. Henrietta is not happy right now, and therefore most certainly does mind.

Henrietta: "You're in love with Fermi, aren't you?" (Grinning knowingly)
Elenora: "Wait, just because a man and a woman work together doesn't mean they're in love!" (Flustered)
Henrietta: "But you're tall like a model, so you really suit him!"


Elenora: "Someone with a keen wit would be good with him." (Wistful)
Henrietta: "That's not true." (Still grinning)
Elenora: "Yes, it is." (Stern)

However, in an all-too-human fashion, Elenora's acumen in interpreting others does not extend to herself. Lacking in confidence, she misconstrues herself a dullard, citing her memory and other weaknesses as evidence. She makes insightful comments and when Pietro doesn't acknowledge them she loses faith in herself; after all, she knows he's shrewd, so what she's saying must not be that witty. How far from the truth.
Obligatory Chase Scene

"You girls are vulnerable when you're not concentrating..."


Using all the power at her disposal, Henrietta cuts through alleyways and tramples across the roofs of houses in order to catch up. Pedestrians are nearly knocked over and the superhuman leaps she takes down stairs and off buildings leave impact marks. In her single-mindedness she has no moderation, causing damage and threatening harm to herself and others, having never learned otherwise.

Henrietta: "Give it back!"
(The thief looks up in surprise)
Henrietta: "My bag. Give it back."


Thief: "What are you talking about? Do something about her first!" (Choked out)
Elenora: "Henrietta, let him go."
(Henrietta relinquishes her grasp, but still stares angrily)
Elenora: "Give it back to her now."
Thief: "What are you talking about?" (Still gasping)
Elenora: "You're going to play innocent? I was going to let you go if you just gave it back to her. Shall I thoroughly examine your belongings then?" (Grinning maliciously)
(Thief gives her a dirty look)
Elenora: "You smell like marijuana." (Not intimidated)

An Important Day

Elenora: "Was it really that important?"
(Henrietta wears a warm, but unfocused stare, remembering)
Henrietta: "The camera Jose gave me was inside it."
Elenora: "I see..."

Henrietta: "Ms. Gabrielli, that police ID was...?"
Elenora: "My magic notebook." (Laughs)
Henrietta: "Just now, you were the most keen-witted woman ever!"
Elenora: "Just now, you were the scariest girl ever!" (Both laugh together)

A Small, Simple Victory



They Must Believe It

Jose: "What, you think there's a conspiracy?" (Dismissive laugh)
This only further infuriates Pietro. A competent operative and a nearly-invincible cyborg were taken down cleanly with no warning. The perpetrators were identified immediately afterward, no questions asked. Why doesn't this stink to anybody else?

Jose: "She reacted to the attack, but wasn't fast enough, so she became Lauro's shield." (Intoned)

Pietro: "I don't like it. Why are you guys satisfied with, 'the cyborg protected her master'? While it may be the truth, that's just not right." (Angry)
(Jose looks down in pained silence)
Pietro: "At first I thought the cyborgs were disgusting. Half of their bodies are made from carbon frames, carbon fibers, and artificial muscles. But both Triela and Henrietta are just children. She's just a girl who can't cook. You're saying it's okay if Henrietta dies protecting you?"


Pietro looks at Jose with disdain as the latter refuses to meet his gaze.
Why Won't He Love Me?

"Say Henrietta, don't fly into a rage like that again. You're a girl, so you shouldn't be violent all the time. Understand?"

Henrietta: "You too, Ms. Gabrielli? You're trying to make me into a girl too, aren't you?" (Disappointed)
(Henrietta's body begins to shake)
Elenora: "But, you're really..."

"When we arrived here, Jose took my guns away. He said that normal girls don't hold them. That's true, but... am I a normal girl?"

"I'm really strong and I can kill people with my bare hands. I bleed, but the pain goes away immediately."

"A cyborg such as myself... in order to satisfy him... I can't be like a normal girl!"



"That's not true! You're very important to him! He wants you to smile."

"I know why Elsa died. Please call the others, and bring my gun."

Love Unto Death

Henrietta: "Mr. Fermi, Elsa loved Lauro, right?"
Pietro: "That's the impression I get."
Henrietta: "Jose, was Lauro kind to Elsa?"
Jose: "No, he never paid her much attention except when they were on missions."

Henrietta: "I thought so. This is probably what happened."
(Henrietta's tone remains flat, but Disperazione, despair and desperation, belies her true state)
Henrietta: "If you loved someone with all of your heart, but realized that feeling would never be requited..."

"I would..."
Elsa raises her gun deliberately and, with narrowed eyes but covered mouth, pauses, leaving it pointed for a long moment at her callous trainer's head...
"...kill my partner... and then..."

"...and then ...do this."

Jose and Pietro leap to stop the reenactment before it is too late. The sound of a gunshot reverberates in the memory, a soft impact heard. Henrietta is lying on the ground, Jose having tackled her, and for a horrific moment her hair covers the eye where she was aiming, before she stirs and smiles at Jose:
"Don't worry. I wouldn't fire. I'm being treated so well by you, I wouldn't kill myself."




"I had no idea how serious she was."
This was already demonstrated by Elsa, for there is one more parallel between the two girls: the ability to rationalize the selfishness of their trainers as love. Jose has led Henrietta on, kept her fed with trinkets that hinted at affection, but in his heart he has never loved her. And this, more than any other cruelty, has cost her the most.
A Shameful Nadir

Pietro: "You knew how Elsa died from the start, didn't you?"
Elenora: "That's why when I went to give her the gun... So that was the secret behind those two bullets..."
(Jose tugs at his collar, his reflection in the window)
Pietro: "That's even worse than dying for her master."

Jose: "Are you going to report this?"
Pietro: "Don't be stupid. Section Two probably disposed of the evidence by now anyway. It's just a theory now."

Elenora: "But the way Henrietta acted earlier..."
Pietro: "That was emotional blackmail. Kinda like saying, 'I'll kill you if you won't love me.'"
Elenora: "She seemed so innocent just this afternoon..."
Pietro: "It's hard to deal with because she's so innocent."
(Jose lifts his glass to his mouth to drink so that he may live with himself)


Elenora: "So all she ever got from him was her name and his picture..."
Pietro: "All that affection must've been hard to deal with. Someone with normal nerves wouldn't be able to handle it."
(Jose turns from the window, unable to look any longer; the other two see his tired gaze)
Jose: "You always have to be someone they can respect. That's the least we can do."
And that is not what any of them have done.
What Dreams May Come


Lauro: "So what do you want out here?
Elsa: "Lauro, do you remember this park?"
(Lauro turns with a "Huh?")
Elsa: "You named me here. 'Elsa de Sica.'"

Lauro: "Really? How can you remember such things?"
Elsa: "It's important. I would never forget it. I will never forget the treasure you gave me."
(Lauro turns and walks past her)
Lauro: "You done? Let's go. We have to wake up early tomorrow morning."
(Elsa does not turn as he walks past her)
Elsa: "You gave me my name here." (To herself, nearly a whisper)

This is the true meaning behind Elsa's act. Imbued with the most powerful of programming, she allowed it to fill her life with one imperative: to protect and serve this man. She was his in body, mind, and soul.


The dream concludes with darkness and a gunshot.
On a Wing and a Prayer


Jose: "Now then, where do you want to go first?"
(Henrietta startles in surprise)
Jose: "Sicily is full of places to see."
Henrietta: "Jose!" (Excited)
Jose: "We'll leave right away. Don't forget your camera."
Henrietta: "I won't!"

Watching her until she is out of sight, he returns his gaze forward for a moment in thought, before turning anxiously upward to beseech the sky where the two gulls wheel overhead, still flying for now.
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Abused children often turn to their abusive parents for comfort. Wives brutalized by their husbands too often shrink from a clean break. No doubt Jose thought he dodged a bullet by the end of this episode, but the foundation of his and Henrietta's relationship was shakier than ever.
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