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We've received orders from M.

The criminal ring he has been secretly investigating

is making a transaction tonight.

We are to take this opportunity to apprehend the dealer.

The place is the Stoip Theater.

We believe the suspect will pose as a customer there.

And that is where our undercover agent comes in.

Still?

Still nothing.

Just how much am I going to have to take off?

Do what you must to maintain your cover.

Take it off already!

Are you sure he'll be here?

Honey. Undress.

What?

Go on. You must maintain your cover.

Take it off already!

Fine, I'll do it!

No, no, over here. Throw it to me. I'm over here.

What's the matter, Honey?

Suspect spotted. Move in for arrest.

What? Where is he?

Something to throw, something to throw.

These are all I have.

No, I can't.

He's over there, Bunny!

Eh, Bunny?

There were rumors of NASA-designed breast pads circulating around town.

That would prevent sagging or something.

But it's just cotton foam.

You'll prey on girls' feelings no more. You're under arrest for fraud.

I think you're committing the real fraud here.

It's your fault, just looking girls in the chest.

Why don't you turn those eyes towards ambitious dreams?

You're so cool!

I neglected to introduce her. This is our new agent Bunny.

As we create light, we invite darkness.

As the city expands, crime seeps deeper and deeper underground.

As a response, the police created a group of undercover agents

who can combat the problem from within.

Normally, we work as ordinary clerks at a clothing store

but when the order arrives, we will infiltrate any organization.

Panties flashing, bras flashing, we will rush to the rescue

and protect the peace.

Not so loudly. Please introduce yourself now.

Yes, sir. I am joining you from today on. Uh, yes, my codename is Bunny!

Don't yell out your codename. You're a secret agent.

Yes, sir!

Nobody told me about a new member.

We received a message from headquarters.

I don't care who sent a message, but nobody told me.

We can't take a new girl with sales figures like this.

Saki, you are-

Then give us more money!

With that out the way, I will relay the new business plan from headquarters.

Excuse me...

It's secret orders. We call it the business plan out front.

It's another mission from M.

As you know, the Tokyo Underwear Collection fashion show is scheduled for next week.

They've received a bomb threat over their internet message board.

We do not know what the suspect has to gain, but M believes the threat is genuine.

In any case, time is growing short.

We must gather information and hurry to apprehend the culprit.

Yes, sir!

Bunny, you will act together with Honey.

Yes, sir!

Why together? I'd rather move on my own.

Why not? You collaborated on the breast pad incident.

Not really, no.

Besides, it's an order from M.

Why would he do that?

That is because Bunny is, in fact, a genius.

Really?

It's true. She's had a sheltered upbringing, so she seems a bit flaky

but she's a real genius. For instamce- oh, that's right.

This is an extremely small communication device invented by Bunny.

What's so special about this?

At a glance, it looks like a normal communicator, but it's actually... Please explain, Bunny.

This is called the Sexual Harassment Communicator.

Sexual Harassment Communicator?

See, what it does-

Wait. You can explain later.

What? Why?

It will get long. Remember earlier?

Oh. Well, it doesn't seem too impressive anyway.

That's right.

That was close. If this gets out, I can't use it to take advantage of Honey.

In addition to working as an ordinary communicator, the real function of this device...

Nipple.

It contains a microchip that responds to lewd vocabulary

and releases an electromagnetic signal that affects the brain of the wearer

and words that would normally get you a lawsuit

instead get her in the mood.

Bunny, you are a true genius!

From now on, Honey and Bunny are a team.

By the way, Bunny's bust is 90cm. Please get along.

Take good care of me.

Sorry?

Sorry?

What? I can hear you.

Where are we going?

Internal disgruntlement is a common motive in this kind of case.

Investigating underwear companies is probably our best bet.

That's smart! I'll do my best!

Wait a minute. I'm doing this alone.

But we're a team.

No, we're not.

I mean, we should split our efforts to investigate in two places at once.

I see! Leave it to me!

In order to explode underwear, you need explosives.

Which means you need the knowledge to make and operate them.

Which means...

So "delivery teacher" doesn't mean a freelance teacher?

That's right. You just have to dress up as a teacher and tutor a student.

That's all?

That is all.

That's what the Japanese educational system is most sorely lacking.

It is?

It is.

It's sexual education.

It's far more of a universal language than English. Don't you agree?

By diligent sexual education study the Japanese, unable to say a straight "no"

will learn to make their partners say "yes" in bed.

By teaching these marvelous lovers to prefer blonde women,

we can strike a great blow against the USA.

Which implies?

Which implies?

The value of the yen will increase.

That is, Japan will gain an economic advantage. Do you see why it's valuable?

I see. But is a simple teacher-student session enough to be sexual education?

Of course it is.

It is a common fetish.

Don't forget, the setting is a teacher and a grade schooler.

First, you gently scold him.

You haven't been paying attention in class lately. You talk and fidget.

Why is that?

I'm sorry!

Then, gently become weary.

I can't help worrying about you.

What shall I do with you?

I'm sorry!

Finally, gently praise him.

But you never aim at girls in dodgeball.

I can tell you're gentle at heart.

This guy is suspicious.

Shinji Miura, 28. Received one week of house arrest for stalking a model.

Here you are.

It burns! What are you doing?

Miura, I heard you used to stalk a model.

Eh? Who... are you?

Been following her lately?

She's appearing in the Underwear Collection.

Lately I haven't... eh? Oh, she's really gotten far.

I'd be happy if you told me the truth...

Any thoughts of revenge against her?

No.

Any plans to set off a bomb at the show?

You have talent for this.

I could even call you a genius.

Oh no, not at all.

Wear this.

I'm not playing a teacher?

That's not the only setting we do. Please change.

CEO Shimatani of the advertising company has chosen her.

Chosen?

Sweat your youthful sweat for him.

Youthful sweat?

This is also part of a complete sexual education.

It's the most important thing in improving the world, and yourself.

The setting is a high school tennis club member and the object of her crush.

First, you gently sweat.

Then, you gently sweat.

With your whole being, gently sweat.

Am I doing it right, sir?

Great. You have talent.

Well? Did you find anything?

Yes.

No way. What?

My youthful sweat.

What's that?

My youthful sweat, for sexual education.

I don't really care where you infiltrate, but

Ah, whatever.

Why did you come?

Come on.

Shut up.

He's here again.

What's the matter?

I didn't think Bunny would be here too.

I'm glad I came.

This isn't that kind of massage parlor.

Don't misunderstand me. We're here to test the Sexual Harassment Communicator.

Ni- nipple.

Nipple.

Nipple.

Nothing is happening.

Is this thing broken.

Forget that, I have a suspect.

He seemed to respond to what I said.

Respond. Like he was wearing-

What?

Nothing. Go on.

When I mentioned a bomb, he suddenly got up and left.

That is suspicious. But we can't arrest him for that.

That's right.

What about Bunny?

No good. I don't know what she's doing.

That's not... eh?

You don't have to massage my nipples.

Whoa, this thing is awesome!

Well, I don't mind, but.

Bunny is...

Honey.

I know. Investigate the guy.

Nipple.

Why isn't it working on Honey?

No, that's... don't...

There.

Guess who!

Shouldn't you be covering my eyes?

Don't turn around. Can you recognize me by the feel of my chest?

Hiroyuki Hatoba, 33. No permanent residence.

Only 3,000 yen. Bank balance 57,000 yen. What's this?

Don't you recognize this chest?

That's, I can't...

Who are you?

Did you forget me? Did you forget that night?

I... must have been drunk.

No, really. Who are you? Come on.

We can still pass for high school girls, don't you think?

Not really, no.

Oh, come on.

No way.

Oh, Honey! Which do you want?

None.

What are you doing here? You're making the shop look bad!

We're sorry to intrude. We want to test the Sexual Harassment Communicator.

I asked Bunny why it wasn't working on Honey.

It won't work on someone whose brain isn't used to having sexual thoughts.

It's ridiculous! Not having sexual thoughts with a body like that!

Why are you making them run?

The head may be uncooperative, but the body doesn't lie.

Hot, strained, short of breath. The body will respond.

Now!

Wakatsuki.

Bunny is mine alone.

What an uptight guy you are.

Oh, well. I have Honey. Listen well, I'm about to say something outrageous.

Buttocks.

That's not sexual at all. Even I'm not responding.

Listen, Honey is a high-class woman. She won't respond to something like that.

I think it's sexual enough.

Then I'll show you.

Panty line.

You... what are you saying?

I'm burning up!

What is this passion coursing through my body!

Help me!

Ah, I worked up a good youthful sweat again.

Ooh, slippery.

Did you forget something, sir- it's Hatoba!

So it was you. This is the girl, Red Hawk!

Red Hawk?

Boss?

Give me back the photo!

Bunny is away undercover. I'm lonely.

What did you find out about the man?

Hiroyuki Hatoba. I investigated his background. He has a shameful past.

Look.

Hiroyuki Hatoba, the firstborn son in a family with three daughters.

Living in poverty, he had to wear his sisters' hand-me-down panties in his youth.

It was at the age of ten that he realized they were girls' clothing.

It was a great shock.

After that, he seemed to have recovered from the trauma, until an incident in his college days.

One day, a pair of panties hung out to dry caught his eye.

Every day, he would watch them and picture in his imagination the woman who wore them.

Until one day.

A sudden shower called their owner to the balcony

and revealed her to be a middle-aged lady.

Hatoba wept.

For the second time, he had been betrayed by panties. It developed into a deep grudge.

We can certainly assume Hatoba is behind the bomb threat.

His aim is the destruction of underwear.

So we arrest him.

But why target the fashion show?

What do you mean?

If his goal is to destroy underwear, targeting the makers directly would be more effective.

And why would he make a threat? If it were mere revenge, wouldn't he do it without announcement?

That's true.

There's something else. Let me continue to investigate.

Hatoba alone can't be behind this. There must be someone else.

It's risky to let him go free. What if he sets off the bomb?

Don't worry. I'll stop him with my life if need be.

Your courage reminds me of your father.

Your father was a great man.

He was my idol, and the model of a perfect policeman.

He died taking a bullet for his partner. He was a real man.

It's easy to say, but to die for someone is hard to do.

Is it being a true man to die for someone?

Couldn't he have lived for someone instead?

That was the answer your father reached.

Yes.

Honey. Bunny is still not responding to my calls.

It's normal with undercover work. I was unreachable for three months when I infiltrated the tuna trawler.

I went to her cover location, and there was nothing there. It looked abandoned in a hurry.

And Bunny is gone.

Maybe she just quit.

That's not possible. She always said she wanted to be like you.

Don't be silly.

This again?

And here I was taken by your talent. Who are you working for?

You must be one of those undercover agents I've heard about.

No, I'm not.

Well, it's all the same. I'll have you help us regardless.

Help you?

Sorry I'm late.

I'll hear no pleas.

Can you all hear me?

There was no bomb present in the building.

That means Hatoba is likely to be carrying it.

Understood.

I know.

Listen, this is the time to show what we're made of.

This is point A. Hatoba has entered.

So he's here.

Point B. Hatoba spotted. All is normal. Saki, can you see him?

Of course I can.

Keep watching. Losing sight of him for an instant may mean disaster.

Welcome. What would you like?

Saki...

What's the situation, everyone?

Still nothing happening.

I'm busy. Don't bother me.

Honey, anything?

Why are we using the Sexual Harassment Communicators here?

I want to test them more.

When will he move?

Bunny?

Where?

Right in front of me, backstage!

Why is Bunny there?

She switched places with someone from the rehearsal.

Bunny! It's you, isn't it?

What are you doing here?

The boss-

Who? Explain properly.

Red Hawk-

What's going on?

Bunny!

Bunny?

Bunny! Bunny!

Honey, look at Bunny's lingerie.

It looks like electric cords.

Is that... a panty bomb!

Bunny, undress!

Take those panties off! Right now!

Take it off, please!

Let me go! Take it off!

That's right, this! Take it!

Bunny, wear it!

Wakatsuki, say something dirty! Make her undress!

I can't do that to her...

Bunny.

Emission.

Hatoba! Hatoba!

Why? Again?

No way.

Honey. You, too, gave up your life, no, your womanhood in the service.

How like your father you are.

Gotcha.

Hiroyuki Hatoba. You are under arrest for attempted bombing.

Who are you?

If you have something to say I'll hear you out.

I just couldn't stand this world of lies.

Most of all, women, wearing fashionable makeup, fashionable dresses

padding their busts with not a shred of remorse.

And on top of it all, holding fashion shows for underwear.

I hate panties!

What's wrong simple underwear? It's not for showing people!

And you display your flashy underwear in public!

You wear the lie, proudly display the lie, and wrap yourselves in it!

Do you mean to deny that female fashion is a lie?

No, it's lies.

That's right, lies. But it's not easy to lie day in and day out.

You don't understand, do you?

You don't understand how much time and effort we put into each little lie.

For the sake of external beauty, we lie so much.

And as we pile lie upon lie, we still tell ourselves

that the internal beauty will follow. Just another lie.

But, you know.

If you tell a lie long enough, it will become true!

It will become true beauty.

You're such a bother.

Thank you.

What was that about a Red Hawk? And the boss?

Are they behind this? What are they after?

That's right...

Gentlemen. I've received alarming news.

According to the guards, this confusion has allowed, pardon me...

We apologize for the inconvenience.

The Tokyo Underwear Collection show will resume in thirty minutes.

Will it be alright?

Have no fear, mister Shimatani. We can use the emergency exit. Follow me.

It's that. They mean to kidnap the CEO Shimatani, and the other VIPs.

What?

They're escaping via the emergency exit, with the VIPs, who they aim to kidnap.

I won't let them keep all the VIPs to themselves.

Wait.

I'll go with you.

It will be dangerous.

I'm prepared.

We're a team, aren't we?

Follow me.

Understood!

Where did they go?

Honey.

I'm sorry.

That was fast.

And this again.

What a clever plan. Taking advantage of Hatoba as a plausible reason for a bomb scare

and making off with the VIPs in the turmoil. How much are you demanding?

I'll tell you before I kill you. It's not about money. Our ultimate goal is

to revive the 80s economic bubble.

Running a fetishist parlor for sexual release

in order to effect a baby boom

is the first step towards an 80s bubble.

And

Kidnapping a large number of VIPs will damage the nation's economy.

This momentary setback will trigger a new will to rise from the recession

and the bubble will come.

Oh, the glory and splendor of that time

when no number of men was enough.

May it come once more, once more!

Who are you?

Hated by the rain, hated by the wind, moving ever farther underground.

On hearing of a happy man in the north, going there to destroy his happiness.

On hearing of an unhappy man in the south, going there to push him farther into ruin.

Paying somebody to wipe my ass. That is how I want to be.

I am Red Hawk of the secret society the Blood Hawks.

Blood Hawks?

You're the Red Hawk?

You will not stand in the way of our magnificent vision.

No, not that!

What is it, Bunny?

What's that?

Red Hawk?

Five... four...

Three... two...

One... do it.

Bunny? Bunny! Bunny!

Honey?

What are you doing? Stop it! Stop! What are you doing?

It's the VIPs.

She sure likes that thing.

I'm sorry. It's my fault we ended up like this.

That's okay. We're a team, right?

I'll give you whatever you want! Make it stop!

Right, can that communicator make someone take their clothes off?

Yes. Or more precisely

hearing sexual words will make the person think sexual thoughts and finally, well.

Will it work on anyone?

Well?

Yes, but not on virgins.

What?

What?

Please stop it! I beg you!

Stop it.

I've had enough.

But their education is still incomplete.

I'll leave it to you.

I'll go ahead

with the main course.

Snip snap, snip snap...

Allow me...

Not so fast!

What now?

It's the end, Red Hawk. Reinforcements will be here soon.

This communicator has relayed our location and everything you said.

You'd do best to run while you can.

Such an obvious bluff won't work!

It's true. Why don't you take a listen?

That's ridiculous.

Now! Sexual words!

Are you stupid?

It's not working.

Is it broken?

That can't be.

Whatever your plan was, it seems to have failed.

Oh, well. Here I go...

Just a minute.

You're a virgin too, aren't you?

What proof do you have?

Look, Bunny. Prancing around like that while being a virgin! What a farce!

What's wrong with that?

Virgin! Virgin!

Bunny, you're-

I'm free!

Oh, no!

Bring it on, Red Hawk.

Damn!

Red Hawk!

Red Hawk!

They ran away!

Wait, Bunny.

But...

Ensuring the safety of the hostages comes first.

Poor woman.

That's right.

Who'd have thought she was a virgin like you?

What?

"You're a virgin, too." You said, "you too".

That was the heat of the moment.

But how did you get out of the ropes?

You were talking so dirty I got all slippery with youthful sweat.

But you're not wearing the communicator.

He did hear everything!

Are you trying to kill me?

Forgive me. I have failed.

This failure is not forgiven, Red Hawk.

Your mission to revive the bubble was of utmost importance. You are not forgiven.

Please forgive me!

Please, anything but this!

Make it stop!

Ladies and gentlemen, I have made a new invetion.

What is that?

I call it Sexy Dynamite!

Sexy Dynamite?

What's that?

When lit, it will explode, leaving the wearer naked but unharmed.

Naked! Truly, that's sexy dynamite.

Excellent! We'll use this on our next mission.

Why did you come up with something like that?

I don't know.

But we did prevail thanks to Bunny's weird invention last time, didn't we?

You told her about that?

I didn't say anything. \n -You don't fool me.

I said nothing.\n -You definitely did.

Honey and Bunny. They make a good team.

That's right.

Why don't we try this out?

That's right. You're getting the hang of this.

What do you mean short temper?

Honey\nHaruna Yabuki

Bunny\nYuuri Morishita

Saki\nMinami Ootomo

Mamoru Wakatsuki\nKousuke Inada

Hibari Kikuda\nAyumi Yamatsu

Kamome Kikkawa\nKaori Satou

Fujio Shimatani\nHiroyuki Kumamimi

Shinji Miura\nKenji Takaishi

Breast pad conman\nShuuei Takiguchi

Grade schooler\nTakuya Ogawa

Vanilla Mode guard\nKeisuke Hirai

Fashion show guards\nTakeshi Ooshio\nDaisuke Kondou

Middle-aged lady\nSonomi Hoshino

Young Hatoba\nTassei Hosokawa

Hatoba sisters\nKaho Nema, Akina Ooishi, Ayuna Fujita

Angel (stalker)\nYuuichi Tamura

Youngsters in Shibuya\nHaraaki Kamiyoshi, Tooru Amamiya

Fashion show staff\nDaisuke Higo, Hiroaki Yoshida\nDaisuke Ishijima, Haruki Karatsu

Fashion show models\nAi Imamura\nMiki Oonishi\nYumi Kamatani\nEmi Kizuka\nAya Tsujii

VIPs\nYoshinori Itou\nHideki Shimizu\nYuuichi Masuda\nKazuo Yamamura

Extras\nHayakawa Production

Hiroyuki Hatoba\nNaoki Matsuda

Hideki Yokoo\nHiroshi Watari

Red Hawk\nFumie Nakajima

Executive producer\nYoshifumi Fukasawa

Original work, producer\nShinzou Matsuhashi

Line producer\nKouji Hirano

Script\nTakayuki Morita

Music\Yoshihiro Ike

Theme song\nHoney de Mambo\nLyrics/Music: Binds\nVocals: Yuuri Morishita

Insert song\nDon't Cry Honey\nLyrics/Music: Yoshihiro Ike\nVocals: Sasha Antonius

Shooting\nToshihiro Takano

Lighting\nKatsutoshi Hirano

Artistic director\nKikuo Oota

Audio\nYasushi Nagaguchi

VE\nTakahiko Satou

Makeup\nMasanori Takeuchi

Costumes\nRika Murakami

Hair\nKazumi Matsuyama

Assistant director\nKouji Tozaki

Director's assistants\nTakashi Watanabe, Yuuki Nishikata

Shooting assistants\nTakahiro Ono, Gaku Hirowata, Kyousuke Kushida

Lighting assistants\nTadahiro Ooishi, Rui Toyooka, Yasunori Sugiyama, Manabu Higuchi

Audio assistant\nHirosuke Saijou

Special props\nNaoko Takemura

Hair styling assistant\nNaomi Endou

Technical coordinator\nTakayuki Kondou

HD editor\nMasaaki Sakamoto

Colorist\nTakahito Kurobe

EDL editor\nKen Yagi

HD assistant editor\nToshihiro Katou

EDL assistant editor\nKeiko kawa

Sound effects\nKeisuke Shibuya

Audio director\n Noriyoshi Yoshida

CG design\nRockworks

Production leader\nKitarou Tomita

Production representative\nYouko Hisano

Hair styling sub-assistants\nOosawa Chieko, Megu Oomura

Costume sub-assistant\nTakako Tomizawa

Art direction sub-assistants\nKen'ichirou Nonaka, Ryouhei Ikeda, Kasutani Hiromi

Production sub-assistants\nShinsuke Morikawa, Takaji Inagaki

Steel\nJun Uematsu

Making\nTomokazu Tamura

City footage\nEiji Fujii, Hideo Komatsubara, Yuuji Satou, Seiichi Saitou, Yuu Satou

Production secretary\nRina Tokutake

Assistance\nHasu\nKoki Hifumi\nBonds\nLight Work\nCinema Sound Works\nOota Art

McRay\nWind Up\nTongfarr\nFuji Film\nCF\nVideo Service\nNK Devices\nNAO\nRyu Insurance

Wardrobe assistance

Shooting assistance\nAsakusa Rock-za\nTokyo Gas\nHattori Kimura\nIMJ

Production assistance\nGouriki

Production\nStudio Swan\nNet Act

Director\Keiichi Kobayashi