Soldiers [Detective Conan] [Crow series 1/2]

and come

Akira - アキラ (1988)

Director: Katsuhiro Otomo. Screenplay: Katsuhiro Otomo + Izu Hashimoto.
Based on: Katsuhiro Otomo, Akira (Kodansha: 1982-1990)
Runtime: 124 minutes
Score: Shoji Yamashiro (performed by the Geinoh Yamashirogumi music collective)

[01:42:36 - 01:43:13]

EXT. OLYMPIC STADIUM – EVENING

The stadium is wrecked, partially from being abandoned mid-construction and partially from the recent battles between the military and the psionic rampage. In the background, we see the futuristic city, NEO-TOKYO, its lights turning the smoke rising from it an ugly orange-red.

Here, a girl, KAORI, is helping a boy, TETSUO, limp out into the open. KAORI is in her plain white t-shirt and flower-print shorts. TETSUO has his red cloak and is in visible pain. He is the one primarily responsible for the destruction.

              KAORI
         Tetsuo, why is everyone calling you Akira? What does it mean?

              TETSUO
         (with much difficulty)
         It means nothing. He never existed. It doesn't matter who he is.
         They don't care...

KAORI helps TETSUO to a seat: the Olympic throne on the stadium's stage. As TETSUO moves, the camera shows that his right arm is a scrap-metal prosthetic. KAORI does not notice.

              TETSUO:
         (bitterly)
                                            ...Just so long as he destroys things.

KAORI starts to crouch before him, and ask a further question, when her eyes fall on the mechanical arm. Organic veins and arteries have begun tracking through the steel, alongside the wires and cables.

              KAORI:
         (frightened)
         Tetsuo – what's that?! Your arm! Look at it!

              TETSUO:
         (raising the arm with a wrathful pride)
         Well, it ain't much to look at. But it still works pretty good- AGH!

TETSUO flinches in pain as he gets another psychic shock. A moment later, he starts writhing in anguish as the arm starts to resonate with the uncontrolled psionics.

              KAORI:
         (frantically worried)
         What's wrong! Are you okay?

The bio-mechanical arm bulges with TETSUO's pain, until it finally bursts: mutating flesh and sinews attach to the throne, forming patterns akin to wiring in circuitboards.

              KAORI:
         (screams in shock)

              TETSUO:
         (still grunting in pain, pulls his red cape over the arm to hide it)
         It's nothing!

              KAORI:
         Tetsuo, I

Wide angle shot. Now visible are the vein-wires creeping out rapidly from under TETSUO's cape, attaching to the throne. He continues to shudder: he is in pain, but he is also ashamed.

               KAORI:
                           just want to h-

               TETSUO:
         (shouting)
                                                           Shut up!

TETSUO is clinging onto his arm in anguish, still trying to cover it while the cables grow more grotesque. The veins now break through the 'throne', a sick fusion of flesh and machine and concrete architecture. KAORI starts to back away in horror.