What's that?
Save me!
It's Jaws!
Take that, Jaws!
What could it be?
My goodness! It's a person!
Hello there, Ryo Saeba at your service!
I'm...
Midori Ohara, swimwear designer as well as swimwear model
with a sales campaign now in progress.
Well, you've thoroughly researched your client, haven't you?
Your image has been tempting me for a month now all over town.
Did you go to the trouble of inviting me here today,
so that you could tempt me in person, perhaps?
The truth is, there is something I want you to recover for me.
My precious, little swimsuits have been stolen!
Precious swimsuits?
You don't mean the ones that have tasted your bare skin?!
There's no time to lose!
We must find them while your fragrance yet remains with them!
That's not what I mean. I mean the ones I designed myself!
Oh, I see.
I see. They were stolen from this room.
That's right.
All the designs I intended to introduce were stolen without exception.
Mr. Saeba?
Wow, what a dainty, little panty!
Just what do you think you're doing? Mr. Saeba?
The fact that your lingerie was undisturbed
leads me to believe this was not the work of a pervert.
I already know who did it.
It was Mr. Yonezawa. I'm almost sure of it.
Yonezawa? You mean the Yonebo Company's owner and designer?
Until recently, I was his protegee.
For the last several years, he's been in a slump.
So he's been putting his name on a large majority of my designs.
And presenting them as his own?
But that's the past.
It was humiliating, but I didn't have the credentials.
Later I found a sponsor to back me, and I went off on my own.
I'm sure that Yonezawa must have protested.
He said he would crush me no matter what I did.
I can't believe him! That's why he stooped to thievery!
I'm certain of it, but I don't have any proof.
That's why I am asking you, the one who makes dirty jobs his profession.
Are you certain you can trust a man like that?
It's possible I might just defect to Yonezawa's camp, you know?
I really don't think so.
I did a little checking myself concerning you.
Mokkori!
I'm told you're something of a sexual maniac,
but that I can trust in your prowess as a sweeper.
I'm very impressed.
And I just bet you have loads of boyfriends?
Unfortunately, I don't think I have any space for you at all.
I see.
Mr. Saeba!
Yes?!
My very future is riding on the next show!
I beg you. Whatever it takes please recover my precious suits before then!
Is it okay if I ask you one question? Are your designs the high-leg type?
Yes, I call them Super-High-Leg though.
Super-High-Leg...
If I get them back for you, I want you to do a fashion show just for me.
You suspect Toshio Yonezawa?
Yes. Tonight there will be a show of the latest swimwear at his mansion.
Most of the new designs will probably be the suits stolen from Midori Ohara.
So, what do you want me to do?
Why I'd like you to use your charms to distract Yonezawa for me.
You match his taste to a T, Kaori.
And what great taste he has! They say he has a great eye for women after all.
Well...
With taste like this I'd expect things to be going downhill for Yonezawa.
No, no! How many times do I have to tell you?
Are you trying to simply ruin my designs by carrying yourselves like cows?
Take off your clothes! You can't hope to move properly with clothes on!
Who is it saying such things?
Forgive me. I'm the type who just has to say honestly what he's thinking.
Who are you? Abe, what are you doing? We have a weird fellow about!
You! How'd you get in?
I'll take care of you!
Swimming in a pond like that. How peculiar.
Just who are you?
Oh, pardon me.
Allow me to introduce myself.
"Paris Mode Magazine, Ryo Saeba"
The one that decides what's popular in the world of French fashion?
THAT Paris Mode?!
Oui, Monsieur. Your fame, Sir, has reached us even in Paris.
We plan to devote a thirty page special to tonight's new swimwear gala show.
I must be dreaming!
What are you doing?
See? It's not a dream. Please grant me your permission to do the story.
Why of course. Certainly!
Merci, Monsieur! Allow me to introduce my assistant.
I'm Makimura, at your service.
Oh, how beautiful! A vision not of this world!
Already received an invitation, have you?
Yes, he says he wants to give me a present.
I bet he's going to ask me to be a model. I'm almost sure of it.
This is not a game we're playing here.
I know that! I need to coax the location of the swimsuits out of him.
Right, exactly.
Some people know true beauty when they see it.
Beautiful! You are the one I have been searching for!
Compared to you, all women are mere garbage!
Well...
I have something I designed for the time when someone like you would appear.
Something I wanted that one special person to wear.
Would you please accept this, a gift from me?
I'd be delighted.
And please wear it for the finale on stage tonight.
Of course, but I'd also really like to get a sneak peek of the new swimsuits.
Certainly, I'm happy to oblige you.
Later, I will show you to No. 7 Storage on the second underground level.
Good. No. 7 Storage on the second underground level, is it?
To the dressing room, please. By all means please try it on now.
Here you are. Please...
I am most certain you will find it to your liking.
What is this?
You don't mean...
That's right. It's traditional Japanese swimwear.
The type that best suits a handsome man like yourself!
Please let me...
How awful! How awful! Why...
A bosom! It's a woman!
How disgusting!
Just who's the disgusting one here? You pervert!
That Ryo! He knew all about Yonezawa, but he still...
Someone! Please help me! Abe! Where are you, Abe?
It's so big I could get lost.
Looks like I'll have to rely on Kaori for this one.
I know that sound!
Here.
Wow, how faithful my ears are to their master!
No kidding.
And those ears of yours heard about Yonezawa's preferences, didn't they?
I'm not sure what you're talking about.
It won't work!
A man! A pervert!
Quiet please! It's all part of an investigative report!
We have an intruder!
Damn! Found us out, didn't you?
Don't let them get away! Get them!
Our cover's blown. Oh, well...
The garden! The intruder's in the garden! Hurry!
You were saying?
Oh, nothing.
Sneaking into someone's house like this. I never!
I'm begging you. Please return my designs!
Well, I'm sure I don't understand what you are referring to.
Are you actually implying that I stole your designs?
I won't say a word to anyone about what happened in the past. So please...
In the past, you say?
How foolish. Who would possibly believe what a novice like yourself has to say?
Listen to me. I'm going to tell you something useful.
In this business, the first one to hold the show is the winner
even if the designs are not original.
No!
Given the circumstances, perhaps your retirement from business is in order.
I never want to see her face again.
So long.
Come on, Midori! Hold on!
Looks like she's swallowed a lot of water.
I guess I have no choice but artificial resuscitation.
Otherwise known as mouth-to-mouth!
No, this won't do! This is serious!
That's strange. I'm almost certain Ryo came this direction.
Hi there, are you awake?
Divine punishment!
Wait!
It's okay. Never mind.
I'm really sorry.
It's okay, that's how it is for me.
Knowing how you usually are what was I supposed to think?
No one trusts me. All right then, maybe I will become a bad boy.
I do trust you! After all, I owe my life to you.
And you were my first kiss.
I had no idea. Look, she told me she had a lot of boyfriends!
By saying that, I'm able to keep weird guys from getting close to me.
It's easier for me.
Are you referring to me maybe?
However you may appear, you gave me my first kiss, Mr. Saeba.
Why do something as dangerous as trying to get into the mansion yourself?
I'm sorry. I was just so worried.
That lousy Yonezawa! Let's just get the suits, and get out of there!
Not so fast. I have something I want to do first.
I've got a fashion show to put on.
One befitting the likes of Yonezawa.
I must say, Mr. Yonezawa, your taste is impeccable as ever.
Just what I would expect from the leader of the fashion world.
Your taste and refinement are apparent. I can't wait to try on your swimwear.
And he's so skilled at making a woman look beautiful.
On the contrary, Madam, the beauty is already yours.
My word, Mr. Yonezawa, how candid you are.
How foolish your vanity is.
Do you actually think the Super-High-Leg is for the likes of you?
Abe, it's time to begin the show.
Understood. Very well, Sir.
What?! It's cleaned out! Where could the swimsuits have gone?
Sorry to report that Midori's swimwear has been returned to its rightful owner.
You...
Let us out! Open the door!
Sorry, but you're going to stay put until the show is over. Let us out! Open the door!
Sorry, but you're going to stay put until the show is over.
Hi there! Okay everybody, it's almost time. Please change into your suits!
Okay, hurry up and change.
These? Are you kidding?!
No way! For real?
Is this stuff really Mr. Yonezawa's designs?
Here now. Allow me to help you change.
That'll be enough!
No! Ryo wants to help!
Thank you so much for your patience.
My new swimwear show begins now.
I have great confidence in my newest designs, and...
Impossible! How did she...
What's wrong?
Did something happen? How strange!
Looks like he's seen a ghost!
He's shaking. Looks like he's seen a ghost!
He's shaking.
Thank you. I apologize most sincerely. Well, let us begin the show.
Please enjoy it.
What in the world?
You call those swimsuits?
This has to be a joke!
What's going on here? What's happening?
My word!
No! No! Get off the catwalk! These aren't mine!
How ridiculous! I never!
He's making fools of us!
How awful!
He's finished! How awful!
He's finished! I'm so disappointed!
Let's go home! I'm so disappointed!
Let's go home!
Please wait. There's been some kind of mistake.
I'm looking forward to next month's reviews.
Madam...
You may no longer count me as one of your sponsors.
Damn! This is all that girl's doing!
You'll regret it! I'll burn them then!
I'll burn every last one of her creations!
No, no, that's not good enough.
If you're going to do it, why not do it big?
Real big, with a big "BANG"!
What? How idiotic! Just what are you trying to do? Who are you?
That story about me being a reporter for "Paris Mode" was a complete fabrication.
All of her swimsuits are now in the possession of my client, Midori Ohara.
So, this was all your doing, right?
Ping-pong! And I've placed loads of TNT all over your mansion.
There he is!
My, my. So, you've already managed to break down that sturdy door and get out?
You're one tough character, Abe.
You just don't know when to shut up, do you?
In Hell, you can do a manzai with the devil as your partner.
You want to join me there, Abe old buddy? This is TNT!
What?!
Okay, if we don't get out of here fast, we'll all be going to Hell together.
On your marks! Go!
Abe, don't leave me! Wait!
My castle is crumbling, and so are my dreams!
Ladies and Gentlemen, with pleasure
Super-High-Leg is your swimwear by Miss Midori Ohara.
This concludes Midori Ohara's New Swimwear Fashion Show for this year.
Thank you very much. Thank you. Bye-bye!
Mr. Saeba...
Congratulations, Midori.
Thank you, Mr. Saeba.
My sweetheart...
Get thee back I say! I am a guardian angel sent on a mission from God!
Did you have a revelation or something?
It's the prophecy of a shrine maiden.
A shrine maiden? In this day and age?
Anyway, some nefarious so-and-so is trying to kill her, so she came to me.
My word, a guardian angel?
I'm something else, aren't I?!
If you're a servant of God you're going to have to change your worldly ways,
and say good-bye to the beautiful girls, I guess.
Oh, no!
See you then!