Form: You're not leaving me with any choice.
Form: My name's Formaggio.
Nara: How do you like that? And that?! And that?! And that?!
Nara: I'm sure he plans to follow me all the way back.
Nara: But...
Nara: I just have to make it back without getting followed.
Nara: I'm going to follow the orders I was given!
Guy: Did you hear that loud noise?
Guy : I wonder what that was.
Nara: Come back for now, Li'l Bomber!
Nara: That bastard is somewhere nearby, but I should get away from here.
Nara: With all these people gathering, it'd be a bad idea to att*ck with my Stand.
Nara: Huh? The bleeding's stopped already.
JoJo-main: ,I thought he cut me really good, too.
Nara: Huh?
Nara: Where'd this Kn*fe come from?
JoJo-main: ,This isn't mine.
Nara: My Kn*fe's not this big.
JoJo-main: ,Where'd mine go?
Nara: These shoes aren't mine, either! They're way too big!
Nara: Where the hell did my shoes go?
Nara: There's something
JoJo-main: ,weird about this seat...
Nara: A-And this steering wheel.
Nara: I-I can't reach!
Nara: My foot won't reach the pedals,and this seat is huge!
Nara: I can't see through the windshield!
Nara: What the hell?! This car isn't mine, either!
Nara: Where'd it go? Where'd the car I came here in go?!
Nara: I can't get back without it! Damn it!
Form: Is he actually that stupid?
Form: Get a damn clue! You're shrinking!
Form: The effects of the wound I gave you are finally starting to show!
Nara: W-Wait, these are my shoes and Kn*fe.
JoJo-main: ,Which means...
Form: Did you finally figure it out, you moron?
Form: But it's too late now.
JoJo-main: ,You won't be able to drive like that!
Nara: S-So this is that stalker guy's Stand ability?
Form: You're gonna tell me where the boss's daughter is.
Form: The battle's already begun.
JoJo-main: ,No one can turn back now!
JoJo-EpTitle,Sign: Episodio Hitman Team
Trish: Hey, did you guys get my mineral water yet?
Trish: I'm thirsty.
Trish: I'm about to die from thirst.
Mista: I'd actually like to have lunch soon myself.
Mista: I mean, I'm fine, but I need to feed these little guys.
b*ll*ts: Feed us!
Gio: Narancia is indeed taking a while.
Fugo: This is why I was worried about him going.
Abba: Drop it, Fugo. How many times must you bring this up?
Fugo: I'm not going to drop it! After I—
Fugo: I-I apologize.
Form: Anything cut by my Tiny Feet becomes small.
Form: It does take a little while for the ability to go into effect, though.
Form: The clothes and bandana you have on now are shrinking with you.
Form: Your shoe and Kn*fe, which were separated from your body, have stopped shrinking,
Form: which means that the more you shrink, the fewer things you'll be able to use.
Nara: O-Oh, yeah! I need to get a hold of Bucciarati and the others!
Nara: Ow! What the hell's with that automated door?!
Nara: I'm still shrinking?
Nara: This door...
Nara: I've become so light that it won't open!
Form: Exactly, you moron.
Nara: Still...
Nara: I have to get to that phone as soon as possible so they can help me!
Nara: It opened, damn it!
Form: It's useless!
Form: It looks like you haven't realized this, but your clothes and wallet are shrinking with you.
Form: You need a telephone card or coins to use the pay phone!
Form: It only takes coins that are the right size!
Narancia_s_Heigh,Sign: Narancia's Height: .cm
Form: This guy might be smarter than I thought...
Form: This isn't good.
JoJo-internal/narrator: ,Having his friends find out my ability is the last thing I need.
Form: And if Bucciarati finds out about this,
JoJo-internal/narrator: ,he'll move the boss's daughter somewhere else!
Form: That definitely can't happen!
Form: I'm not gonna let that happen!
Nara: H-He's here! That bastard's gotta be around here somewhere!
Nara: Where are you? Are you hiding under the phone?
Nara: Come out here, damn it!
Form: This is perfect.
Nara: Are you over here?
Form: In a few more minutes, he'll shrink down to the size of a cockroach.
Nara: Where are you?!
Narancia_s_Heigh,Sign: Narancia's Height: .cm
Form: His Stand's size and power will get so small, it'll be powerless,
Form: and then I'll be able to t*rture the sh*t out of him.
Form: Then I'll win!
Form: I guess I don't have a choice.
Form: He shouldn't be able to find me, but I just have to wait a little longer...
Nara: I finally figured it out, you bastard!
Nara: You're in my right ass pocket!
Nara: Now I've got you! The ability to become smaller?
Nara: Were you in my pocket this whole time?
Nara: Damn it. But you sure are tiny...
Form: Wait... How did he figure out I was in his pocket?!
Nara: sh**t him dead, Li'l Bomber!
Form: T-Turn back!
Nara: Wha—
Nara: A b-ballpoint pen?!
Narancia_s_Heigh,Sign: Narancia's Height: .cm
Nara: Damn it! Where'd you go?!
Nara: What the hell did you do?!
Nara: That stalker bastard! Where are you?!
Form: That was a close one.
Form: When my Tiny Feet shrinks something other than myself,
JoJo-main: ,it takes a while because of the energy it needs,
Form: but when I turn things back to normal size,
JoJo-main: ,I can do it instantly, like I did with that ballpoint pen.
Form: The repulsion it created in that moment
JoJo-main: ,was enough to send me flying over here.
Form: But how'd he figure out that I was in his pocket?
Form: Did I move around too much and tickle his ass?
Form: I-Impossible!
Form: I hid immediately! How'd it find me?!
Nara: There you are! You're not getting away, you stalker bastard!
Form: It's coming after me!
Form: Th-This is bad! Tiny Feet!
Nara: Wh-Where'd that bastard go?!
Form: That was way too close.
Form: If the air pressure from the tire hadn't sent me flying, I would've been done for!
Form: But I'm sure it won't find me down—
Form: Y-You can't be serious! sh*t!
Form: This Stand's ability isn't just sh**ting endlessly!
Form: It's somehow finding me, and it's definitely following me!
Form: And it's not like it's seeing or hearing my movements.
Form: That wouldn't explain how it figured out I was in his pocket
JoJo-internal/narrator: ,or how it knew where the tire's air pressure sent me flying.
Nara: I found you! You're down in that drain!
form: I-It can even find me underwater?!
Form: Tiny Feet!
Form: D-Damn it! Think, think, think, think, think!
Form: I can't die here!
Nar: The Hitman Team has nine members.
Nar: Formaggio is one of them.
Narancia_s_Heigh,Sign: years ago / Naples
Guy: I'm planning to address the trash problem at next week's assembly.
Lady: Are you sure it'll be okay?
Guy: Don't worry. I'm just going to tell the Minister of Tourism the right answer.
Guy: It's the same thing as usual.
Lady: I always worry that you might be pushing yourself too hard.
Lady: Dear, don't you think you're drinking too much today?
Formaggio: What the hell, Pesci?
JoJo-flashback: ,Are you drinking milk again?
Pesci: B-But my stomach sorta turns when I drink espresso.
Prosciutto: That's why you're such a mammoni, Pesci!
Prosciutto: Just by drinking that milk, it's possible you're making us lamer by association.
Pros: Why do you think we even bring you along, anyway?
Pros: You need to correct things like that first.
Pesci: O-Okay...
Pros: So, Formaggio, how are things going?
Form: That's all yours, Pesci. A little gift from me to you.
Pros: Looks like things went well.
Form: Yeah, the job's basically done.
Form: Now we just have to watch it happen.
Form: Let's get this over with and watch a soccer match.
Sign: Narancia Ghirga
Sign: Li'l Bomber
Guy: It was delicious.
Guy: Thank you very much.
Guy: We'll be waiting for your return.
Form: All right, let's finish things off.
Lady: That was wonderful.
Guy: I'm glad I went with the white tod—
Lady: What's the matter, dear? Are you in pain?
Guy: Hey! What the hell are you doing parking here?!
JoJo-flashback: ,Get outta the way!
Guy: W-Wait, what's that coming out from underneath the car?
Guy: Th-Th-That's blood!
Form: All right, let's go home.
Pros: What's the matter, Pesci? Did your knees give out?
Form: We're back!
Risotto: How'd it go?
Form: Perfectly!
Form: The guy's been blown to bits.
Pros: But you ended up k*lling the chick he was with in the process, too.
Illuso: I guess this job was perfect for your useless Stand ability.
Form: Whatever, man. If you got a problem, take care of this yourself.
Illuso: As much as I'd love to, the leader wants me to conserve
Ghiaccio: Melone, how much was this job?
Illuso: my ability until we absolutely need to use it.
Melone: Twenty million lire.
Ghiaccio: Damn, that's cheap!
Risotto: Ghiaccio, calm down. We'll talk about money later.
Risotto: More importantly...
JoJo-flashback: ,Where are Sorbet and Gelato?
Ghiaccio: Are they playing hooky?
Illuso: Maybe they're getting it on somewhere.
JoJo-flashback: ,They're a couple, aren't they?
Form: And you call my Stand ability useless?
Risotto: No, something's definitely wrong.
Risotto: Gelato's one thing, but Sorbet would never miss out on a chance to get rich.
Risotto: He's always made sure to show up to claim his share.
Nar: Once an organization is established and starts to mature as a group,
Nar: there will always be people within that group who want to rebel.
Nar: When smuggling cheap dr*gs coming from Central Asia
JoJo-internal/narrator: ,to various countries in Europe as well as America,
JoJo-internal/narrator: ,they make a profit that's tens to hundreds of times more.
Nar: Which means it's not the least bit strange
JoJo-internal/narrator: ,that there will be those who show up and try
JoJo-internal/narrator: ,to take over the boss's territory, even at the risk of their own lives.
JoJo-flashbackinternal,Melone: Did you find them?
JoJo-flashbackinternal,Pros: No, there's no sign of them.
Pesci: They must've been dealt with because they were
JoJo-flashback: ,trying to find out who the boss was!
JoJo-flashbackinternal,Illuso: It's definitely possible.
JoJo-flashbackinternal: ,They're two crazy bastards.
Ghiacchio: Polpo's in control of all the gambling,
JoJo-flashback: ,and the jerks selling the dr*gs are also making a fortune.
Ghiacchio: But the only thing that we, the Hitman Team, get is our pay from the boss!
Ghiacchio: This ain't fair!
JoJo-flashback: ,We're the best there is in the whole damn organization!
Ghiaccio: We deserve way better!
JoJo-flashbackinternal,melone: He suffocated?
Form: Yeah... Just Gelato, though.
JoJo-flashback: ,Sorbet's corpse isn't here.
Sign: {\pos(,)\shad\c&HEDEFEF&}"Punishment"
Form: Punishment...
Nar: A few days later, a bunch of packages with no sender were delivered to the team.
Ghiaccio: Seriously? Again?
Ghia: Who the hell's the sender?!
Melone: Frames?
JoJo-flashback: ,They're not paintings, though.
Form: Is this what they call modern art or some sh*t?
Form: There's something weird in them.
Pros: Hey!
Pesci: Th-That's the same color nail polish that Sorbet always wears!
Pesci: I-I've seen it before...
JoJo-flashback: ,He and Gelato use the same shade!
Risotto: Get the frames out and line them up.
Nar: There were a total of of these art pieces.
Illuso: Oh, hell no...
Form: You can't be serious... This is...
Pesci: I don't want to see any more!
Pros: Shut up!
Melone: That's...
Nar: They were pieces of Sorbet's body, chopped up and preserved in formalin.
Nar: When they put his face together, they saw that it was distorted in fear.
Nar: He was likely cut into pieces by a very sharp Kn*fe, starting with his toes.
Nar: It was a rather intense way of getting k*lled.
Nar: That day, the Hitman Team came to a new understanding.
illuso: D-Do you think that Sorbet
illuso: was sliced up right in front of Gelato?
Melone: Yeah. And he was so overcome with fear and despair
Melone: that he choked on his own gag and suffocated!
Nar: This was a silent message from the boss.
Risotto: All of you...
Risotto: Forget all about Sorbet and Gelato.
Nar: From then on, they ended up getting the cold shoulder.
Nar: They never tried to find out the boss's identity ever again.
Nar: At least, not until...
Nar: they found out that the boss had a daughter.
Form: Damn it! I'm not going to die in a place like this!
Form: We're gonna k*ll the boss and take over his drug route!
Form: We're gonna claw our way up from this hellhole!
Form: It's riddled with holes?
Form: He sh*t that rat to death? Why?
Form: C-Could it be...
Form: It went the other way.
JoJo-internal/narrator: ,It's looking around for me.
Form: Breathing?! So that's it!
Form: Narancia's Stand, Li'l Bomber, detects its target when they breathe!
Form: Mosquitoes find animals to suck blood from by searching for
JoJo-internal/narrator: ,the CO{\fs} {\fs}that they exhale.
Form: This is the same thing!
JoJo-internal/narrator: ,So that's how he found out I was in his pocket!
Form: Come to think of it, when all those randos showed up in the alleyway,
Form: he stopped searching for me.
Form: There was a chance he would've sh*t one of those randos!
Form: It had detected my breathing!
Nara: There you are!
Form: He sh*t again!
Form: Looks like he can't tell the difference between me and the rats.
Form: In that case...
Form: Look at those creepy little shits...
Nara: Th-These numbers... and this movement pattern...
Nara: The ones that are breathing must be rats!
Form: Their speed is the same!
JoJo-main: ,They're all going the same direction!
Form: A thr*at... You were only a thr*at when I didn't know how you worked.
Form: How were you finding me?
JoJo-main: ,Now that I know that, you're more harmless than a mosquito,
Form: Narancia!
Form: I win, Narancia!
Form: I'm gonna get the hell outta here and wait for you to shrink into nothing!
Form: H-How?
Nara: The same movement...
JoJo-main: ,All of them are moving the same way,
Nara: but there's only one rat who's breathing really hard...
Nara: Are you tired? You're out of breath.
JoJo-main: ,Is there something heavy on top of you that's making it hard to breathe?
Nara: I think it might be worth it to sh**t the sh*t out of that fatty there!
Form: sh*t!
Nara: Yes! A clean sh*t!
Form: Th-That was close...
Form: If I hadn't returned to my normal size, I would've been done for!
Form: If time hadn't passed to the point of you becoming so small
Narancia_s_Heigh,Sign: Narancia's Height: .cm
Form: that your Stand power was rendered useless...
Form: I would've been a goner!
Nara: I-I didn't get him!
Nara: Did I become so small that Li'l Bomber's power also shrank?
Nara: My att*cks won't work anymore!
04x10 - Hitman Team
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JoJo, becomes involved in a battle against his stepbrother, Dio Brando, who is intent on taking control of the Joestar fortune.
JoJo, becomes involved in a battle against his stepbrother, Dio Brando, who is intent on taking control of the Joestar fortune.