We've seen many kinds of detectives in the past...
A child detective with an adult's mind.
A high school kid with a famous grandpa.
An interesting genius physicist.
A housekeeper, a secondhand bookseller, an amnesiac...
A key obsessive, a lawyer who aims to win more than 0.1% of cases.
Even an aristocrat.
Any kind of detective will do.
Still yet another new type of detective is about to be born.
His name is "Massage Detective Joe."
What's this music?
Mammoth Musume, or Mammusu for short. This is their hit song.
Mammusu.
What is this horrible music?
Look, you're scaring Joe-san.
It's just for a change.
Massage parlors always play the sound of a stream or waves.
It's boring.
I like the sound of waves.
That's not good enough.
I want to stir up the massage industry.
You're just into pop idols.
Sorry.
Stop fighting over nothing!
Joe, you've got work to do.
You're going to Nishi-Azabu.
Poor Joe and his house calls.
A member of Mammoth Musume.
Shiho Hanamura.
I'll start doing home calls too!
No! You won't be professional.
Move, Tokichi!
That's not true.
I'm a professional massage therapist.
Shiho-chan!
Shiho-chan...
Come on.
Give it to me!
I'm counting on you.
Yes.
What an amazing apartment!
Um...I'm here to give a massage.
I'm Sato, the concierge.
Um...I'm here to give a massage.
EPISODE 3: THE PRESSURE POINT OF AN IDOL
I'm Joe Yabukihara from Hogusudo Massage Salon.
Come in.
Thank you for choosing us.
You're kind of far away.
Dust yourself off with that.
-This? -Yes.
You like cleanliness, don't you.
I'm a clean freak.
I wonder if Joe's all right.
Why?
With Shiho-chan.
Her attitude is so cold, they call it "icy."
Icy?
Massage Dude, do my back.
"Massage Dude"?
Hurry up, Massage Dude.
Understood.
Concentrate.
Kikai, Chukan, Danchu.
Taiyo.
I will begin now.
Not bad, Massage Dude.
Thank you.
It's really...
really not bad.
Thank you.
As a reward, I'll let you make me tea.
Come.
Here.
Me?
Go ahead.
Close it.
The curtain.
Hurry.
What's wrong?
Just do it.
A creepy fan has moved into the apartment next door.
He watches me all day with his binoculars.
Shouldn't you tell the police?
They can't do anything for just peeping.
My manager is slow to act too.
I'm tired of being an idol.
I guess it doesn't concern you.
Shiho-san. May I?
What?
Fan mail.
Leave them there.
Here's your snack.
What's this?
Cucumber and tofu.
It's rich in vitamin C.
Forget it.
I'm sorry.
Are you looking for something?
"Mr Fountain Pen."
The first person to send me fan mail.
He'd write to me every day until a year ago.
Now I get nothing.
He's the one who taught me.
That an idol can give someone a reason to live.
But he probably likes someone else now since I never wrote him back.
I mean, I wouldn't like a girl like me.
Have a nice day.
I should get going.
Massage Dude.
See you again.
I'll ask for you next time.
I'm Sato, the concierge.
You've got it wrong.
It's not like that.
What the hell is this?
Be quiet.
We've got a customer.
Excuse me.
You did not act professionally.
I can't hear you.
Take a look at this.
"Popular idol's secret rendezvous with handsome-ish massage therapist?"
What is this?
Shiho-san's handsome-ish boyfriend works here?
Where's the handsome-ish guy?
Handsome-ish therapist!
It's definitely not you.
I'm Tokichi.
Sir?
Thanks, handsome-ish massage therapist.
I made some good money. Thank you.
I'm her therapist. I'm not dating her.
Of course.
I'll get proof next time.
You haven't paid.
That'll be...
Handsome...
...ish.
You are so tense.
Unbelievable.
Good morning, everyone. How do you do? Nice to meet you.
Hey, little girl.
Tiger-san...and Money.
No "san" for me?
We came to see Joe-san again.
You know Shiho Hanamura-san.
Shiho-chan!
Yes.
Her manager Kenji Obayashi was murdered last night.
Seriously?
According to the news...
you and Shiho Hanamura-san...
are in a relationship.
Tell us more.
That's not true.
Just shut up and come. No...
I beg of you to come.
He's thrown away his pride.
All right. Come on.
-Do I have to? -Yes.
I beg you!
Wait. Let me change.
I need to get changed.
Part 3 of his awakening.
Float with the tide.
Right now, just go with the flow.
Obayashi was found dead here, stabbed in the chest.
The weapon hasn't been found, but forensics has an idea of its shape.
An object about 1 cm wide.
1 cm...
Excuse me.
Come in.
Hello.
I saw it.
Who are you?
I saw Shiho-chan last night having an argument with her manager.
Shiho-chan looked furious.
If she were involved in this murder, she should pay for her crime.
How'd you see them in her room?
Well...
A male stalker has recently been following Shiho Hanamura-san.
Are you the stalker?
How rude.
I'm Shiho-chan's protector.
That's what you call a stalker!
How would I know if Obayashi was in some sort of trouble?
And why do I need to come to the trash room?
I'm a clean freak.
Shiho-chan...
Shiho-san. Last night...
you had a fight with Obayashi-san.
We had some opposing views about work.
You were there the whole time?
Stop taking photos.
Let's talk to him at the station.
Come on.
Please wait.
May I perform a massage?
Please.
Everybody here.
Everybody?
Why do we have to do this in my apartment?
Concentrate.
Kikai, Chukan, Danchu.
Taiyo, Indo.
Shishinso.
Mr Fountain Pen.
The first person to send me fan mail.
I saw Shiho-chan having an argument.
I'm tired of being an idol.
That feels so good.
A stalker has recently been following her.
I've unraveled...
the mystery!
First, Takahashi-san isn't the killer.
Looking at his biceps and erector spinae,
he's been on his belly peeping for the past 24 hours.
He hasn't left his apartment.
Well?
Yes. He's right.
So she's the killer.
I said I didn't do it.
She's right.
The killer is...
Kainuma-san.
Why would the reporter be the killer?
Kainuma-san, please come here.
The hand's extensor pollicis longus.
Opponens pollicis.
Flexor digitorum profundus.
Together, they tell how he uses his hand.
Kainuma-san. You use a fountain pen, no?
I do.
The fountain pen weighs 50 g.
Diameter: 1cm. Length: 14 cm.
You stabbed Obayashi-san with your fountain pen.
You idiot, you can't kill with a fountain pen.
Look!
Joe-san's description matches this pen.
It's a self-defense pen made by an American gun maker.
Let's say that Kainuma-san owns that fountain pen.
Now why would he kill the manager?
The pen he used for the murder, he had written letters with it every day.
That's this case's...
pressure point.
Kainuma-san.
You had been sending fan mail to Shiho-san.
"Mr Fountain Pen"?
That's you?
Yes. Kainuma-san is Mr Fountain Pen.
However...
Another one.
Shiho no longer has time for some perverted fan.
"MR FOUNTAIN PEN"
Your letters were trashed.
This discovery changed your love for Shiho-san into hatred.
Kainuma-san sold the photo of us together to tabloids in order to ruin her.
But that didn't satisfy him.
Why trash my letters?
Who are you?
Are you the guy that sends those passionate letters every day?
Cut it out.
Shiho is annoyed too.
She says you're creepy.
Hey.
You'll find a garbage bag at Kainuma-san's house.
Obayashi-san's blood will be on it.
Tiger, have Kainuma's house searched right away.
Yes.
Oh, you can go home.
The exit is this way.
Thank you.
I'll walk you out.
-Shiho-chan... -Thanks for your help.
-Thanks. -Bye.
Nobody move!
You move, she dies!
Kainuma-san.
I'll kill her, then myself.
Stop! Not when I'm here.
So it'd be fine if you weren't here?
Why?
Why did you become my fan?
Well...
What's so great about this girl's underwear?
Kainuma speaking.
We can't accept your proposal.
Sorry. Bye.
Understood.
What are you doing?
Can't you take better pictures?
I take pride in showing my underwear.
So you should take pride in taking photos of my underwear.
"DELETE"
You need to do the camera justice.
Shiho. You're up.
All right.
From that point on, I took pride in every job I did.
Believe it or not, I even started to write fan mail to Shiho-chan.
But this woman...
threw away my letters!
That's not true.
What do you mean?
Your letters...
I never asked for them to be thrown away.
I was always waiting.
Waiting for Mr Fountain Pen's letters.
Always.
Every day.
I still am.
No, stop lying!
I'm not lying!
Massage Dude.
Yes?
Bring me the box on that shelf.
Yes.
The one on the far right.
Not that one!
That's not the one!
On the right.
Right, right.
No!
My right?
Go right!
Keep going right. That's your left!
That's it. That's it.
That's...
Remember?
That's your first letter.
You wrote some seriously cheesy stuff.
You said, "You'll cast light on darkness."
What a joke.
But still...
it inspired me to continue as an idol.
I'd read it when I was depressed.
I...
I worked desperately to be your light.
My agency only cared about money.
I had to deal with a creepy neighbor.
Being an idol isn't easy.
But I'm still helping someone in this world.
I'm being their light.
Your letter allowed me to think that way.
Suspect detained!
-Nice, Tiger! -Shiho-chan!
That's my letter.
"Thanks for all the letters, but your bad handwriting is hard to read."
That's "icy."
During tough times, I'd read this to help me get through.
I thought I hated you.
What was I thinking?
I'm such a fool.
Let's talk in detail at the station.
Tiger.
Yes.
Let's go.
Wait.
Here.
Tiger.
You need to do it justice.
This is yours.
Wait.
Good day.
Why can't people be honest about their feelings?
If we could all be honest about our feelings,
crimes like this wouldn't happen.
Joe.
Thank you so much.
For proving Shiho-chan's innocence.
I'd like to thank you too.
Thanks for always being so kind to me.
What's this all about?
I just wanted to tell you my honest feelings.
Hiramasa-san too. Thank you.
He's totally nuts.
Hey, Joe!
I'm starting to get used to making eye contact.
"CALL FROM THE GUY IN BLACK"
Yes.
It's going well.
He's on the path toward his awakening.
-Look me in the eye. -Sure.
Ready, go.
Your eyes are closed!
SHINMON: PRESSURE POINT FOR RELIEVING ANXIETY
THIS DRAMA IS FICTION THE EFFECTS OF MASSAGE VARY
What is this?
The very person that you massaged has been killed.
Cause of death: potassium cyanide.
Real-life mayhem!
Massage Detective Joe.
That's this case's "pressure point."