The first 200 lines.
Come on, eat up quickly.
What a dimwit!
Maki, if you're finished, go do your homework.
Yes, alright already. Stop bitching.
Is that how you talk to your mother?!
- OK, I'll go. - Get a move on!
Hey, I'm not done yet.
There's nothing left!
That's really greedy!
Yet another accident?
Maki. Maki!
Look at that mess!
Maki. Maki.
Hey, look there.
He's dead.
That looks horrible.
Hey, is that your car?
Quick, over here.
- He's already dead. - Stay back!
Police Headquarters
Because of you, we must pay huge repair costs for the house.
Department for Document Verification
- Mr Takashina. - Yes?
- That's enough. - But look at that!
The culprit was a corrupt cop and a blackmailer.
There's no other choice.
The car was recently bought, it was new.
But you exaggerate too much.
You must write a report.
Hello? Yes.
Please excuse me.
OK. You will receive compensation from us, the same amount as notified.
Curriculum vitae: Mika Hino, 24 years old, promoted to the Shinjuku Department...
Police Headquarters. Department for Document Verification.
It is a secret department that investigates civil service crime.
Internal number 82. Name -
SUPER GUN LADY Department 82
Producer: Akira Miura Based on the Manga by Tooru Shinohara
Screenplay: Haruhiko Arai, Jun Takada, Chusei Sone
Music: Ken Matsumoto
Starring:
Amy Yokoyama, Kaoru Jumbo
Mori Kishida, Hatsuo Yamatani, Kenji Imai
Rikya Yasuoka, Ken Kazama, Sakae Umezu
Koji Kawamura, Kintaro Sakata, Hatsuo Yamaya, Rikiya Yasuoka
OUT-OF-CONTROL CAR CRASHES INTO HOUSE
Cinematography: Nobumasa Mizunoo Editing: Shinji Yamada
Special guest stars: Yuya Uchida, Kei Sato
Directed by Chusei Sone
Keep an eye on this man.
Bunzo Tajima, Director of Daiwa Enterprises.
Responsible for the 'plane affair'.
He started working for Daiwa right after the war.
Daiwa has become so powerful thanks to him and the current chairman, Souichirou Takebe.
10 years ago, he bribed the Ministry of Defense with an enormous sum.
It was to do with tactical aircraft.
He was a pioneer of aggressive sales methods.
Good morning.
Good morning.
Good morning.
Eiji, Eiji!
- Long time no see. - That's right.
- How are you doing? - Fine.
- Are you going sailing this year? - Yes, sure.
- When? - Not quite sure yet...
I have an appointment with someone up there.
- Oh, I see. - Let's talk later.
- Bye. - Yes, take care.
At half-past seven he arrived at work.
Up until closing time he didn't do anything special.
In the evening he met up with a gay man and went to a hotel with him.
Yes.
I understand.
I would die for the company
I would die for the company
TAJIMA COMMITS SUICIDE
Suicide?
I gave you that case so as to avoid that.
You say that in a way that suggests you knew he'd kill himself.
It was no suicide! He was killed.
But now it's in the news, and the police won't continue investigating.
If only you'd collected evidence, we could've avoided all that.
You're part of Department 82!
That's ridiculous! You fool!
Please.
Hello, thanks for coming.
I will introduce you.
This is Rin Kakura from the SP Head Office.
This is Mika Hino.
Just a second!
I must work with this woman?
From now on, you are a team.
I don't need a female helper. I can solve the case alone.
Idiot!
I hate your eyes: they're so contemptuous!
I think we have one thing in common, Takebe...
Tajima once told me they raped him and shouted, "How does it feel, baby?"
The second time, I just waited for your arrival in vain.
I was very busy and didn't have any time.
At 11 o'clock, right? Yes. This time I will be there.
Are you Eiji Sawa?
- Did Takebe send you? - Yes.
He's unable to come today.
Please take this. And keep the change.
Thank you.
Who was it that you were waiting for yesterday at the restaurant?
You were Tajima's lover, right?
So what?
If you don't answer properly, I'll break your bones.
Yes, it was me.
- So, who were you waiting for? - Takebe.
We'd arranged a money handover there.
Money? For what?
I know his secret.
What kind of secret?
No money, no talk.
Sure, you can talk without getting paid.
They were together in the war.
In the army, Tajima was raped by Takebe.
That was the reason I wanted to blackmail him.
That's it.
Asshole!
- And what about this? - No, that's mine.
Give it back to me!
Get out of my way. What's all this about?
What's all this about?
I didn't do anything.
Shut up!
I said, I didn't do anything!
Get Up!
Why do I have to go with the police?
- Shut up! - Why am I being arrested?
The fag stumbled and fell!
Shut up!
What do you want?
Rin!
Help! Please help me! They wanna rob me! Please!
Why did you kill the boy?
Start talking! Why did you kill him?
I don't know anything about that, you ugly hag!
Now you stopped acting like a smart guy!
I'm not stupid enough to do something like that on command.
This guy's talking bullshit.
Damn!
We'll simply wait.
Hit the ball, you loser!
What are you planning to do?
Get out!
Help! Is there anybody around? Please!
Help! Police!
Now listen up, all of you...
From now on, you're not allowed to throw rubbish on the street anymore.
You are no longer gangsters.
You must be proud patriots.
You must avoid getting in trouble with the police.
You must all come back here.
You must behave elegantly and act with style.
When everything's ready, get in the trucks.
Dismissed!
Attention! Headcount!
- 1, 2, 3... - No, again!
Headcount!
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10.
Get in!
INSTITUTE FOR INTERNATIONAL RELATIONS
I'm Ken Ishikawa.
I wanna do good things for Japan.
I'm asking for your leadership.
Someone followed him.
I know.
What shall I do with him?
You brought him here, but you don't know what to do?
Oh, I do.
He must kill the person who followed us.
Otherwise, suicide is his only way out.
Hello?
What? Institute for International Relations?
Never heard of it.
I'll ask around. Call again later.
Yes, I found it.
The office is led by the military specialist Goro Onodera.
Good evening, my dear child. Can I be your daddy?
Leave her alone.
Is that Goro Onodera?
I think so.
What's up?
The brakes aren't working!
Follow them!
Get those bitches!
Come on!
Damn. My leg's hurt.
I'll play the decoy. Run away!
There they are!
That's good. Good stuff.
Right on. Good girl.
Water!
Drink it up!
Drink!
Drink as much as you can.
Stop that, you pervert!
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