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The collapse of the mapo citizens' apartment

already notorious for shoddy construction…

Would you look at that? The world has gone crazy.

It's not long before everything goes to hell.

Well, I guess it had a good run.

One day, the whole world will come crashing down like that apartment.

Will you stop with the doom and gloom already?

What about our huijeong? Want her to die before she even blooms?

I'm just saying. The world is not going to fold that easily.

The doenjang stew is good.

I'm scared the baby might hear you.

With its so-called dad spouting that kind of talk,

you think it'd even want to be born?

Geez. I'm sorry, okay? Let's just eat.

Who's that?

Damn, who is it?

Mr. Kim, it… it's Robert.

Are you nuts?

I told you not to come to my house.

Mr. Kim, we're going back to the states next week.

For old times' sake, let me have it just this once.

I'll pay you double.

Double?

Damn it.

Come on.

Have you lost it? What were you thinking calling them here?

I didn't. They showed up on their own.

Hello?

Got it. I'll see you tomorrow. Bye.

They said they'll pay double.

Let's just give it and send them away. Go get it.

Hurry, go grab it.

What? Have you lost your mind?

What the hell are you doing?

Mr. Jang.

Be careful.

Evening, sir.

The victims were married.

Kim taeyeong, 29 years old, and his wife, Lee suni, 26.

They had a three-year-old daughter, and…

The wife was pregnant.

And this.

The us army already took them into custody and got their confessions.

First,

let's get the kid out of here.

She doesn't really have anywhere else to go.

Her uncle's on his way now.

Is it because of the rain?

The whole place reeks of blood.

This child's parents were drug dealers.

Middlemen who got meth from suppliers and sold it on to end consumers.

The couple seemed as ordinary as anyone,

but they were murdered by us soldiers while dealing drugs.

Those us soldiers were addicted to meth.

They never had the money to buy it in the first place.

With no money, they had to steal.

Once you're hooked on meth…

- Move, please! - …Nothing else matters.

This way, sir.

I bet that's what happened when they killed this girl's parents.

They decided their own craving mattered more than someone else's life.

This girl's name is Kim huijeong.

Now that her parents are dead,

the bottle in her mouth is all she has to survive on.

When she grows up, will she remember this moment?

People say time heals all wounds.

That everything gets better with time.

But this girl will remember this for the rest of her life.

Her own face as she sucked on the bottle,

her parents' faces as their throats were cut over a drug deal,

and the stench of blood that filled the room.

If there really is a god,

may he save this girl's soul

from the power of the dog.

Good afternoon, sir.

What's that?

Well, I went home to grab some files I'd forgotten.

- On your bike? - Yes.

Did you guys eat yet?

Yes.

Sure did.

Can you order me a jjajangmyeon? Make it extra-large.

- Yes, sir. - Hey, jang!

Listen.

You said you weren't taking public security cases.

That's right.

Then focus on narcotics.

Why are you poking around in a public security case?

It's connected to the victims in my case, so I looked into it.

Being a kcia informant doesn't mean you can't be a junkie too, right?

Jang.

When I first met you at the Seoul office,

I was a section chief, and you were just a prosecutor with no title, right?

And when I was in gwangju as a departmental chief,

you still had no title.

And now, I've been sent here to Busan as the deputy chief prosecutor.

But you? You're still without a title.

All your peers are section chiefs now, some moving up to departmental chiefs.

How long will you keep drifting around the country without a title?

Well, all I can do is give it my best.

That's exactly why you never get promoted. You're too rigid.

No flexibility!

Learn to work the hierarchy.

What do you think an organization is?

An organization is a place where you work.

I still have work to do, so I'd better get to it now.

Jang. Don't mess with the kcia, all right?

Cross them and we're the only ones who bleed.

Okay. I'll keep that in mind and do my best, sir.

We certainly can't have bloodshed on the job.

You're impossible.

Open a window in here, will you? It smells like…

And turn the lights on! It's so dark in here.

- Yes, sir. - What is this, a rat's nest?

Geez.

Well, I'm off!

Good day, sir!

Turn them off.

The lights.

Goodness.

It's nice and gloomy, isn't it?

- You order my jjajangmyeon yet? - Yes, sir.

Director general hwang gukpyeong, my direct superior.

In charge of the entire Busan branch of the kcia.

It got on me.

One word from him, and the whole city moves.

Anyway,

about Jo manjae.

I hear he's been dealing meth with the yakuza.

Yes, I'm aware.

You're aware?

Yes, sir.

That meth is what I loaded onto the plane and sent off to Pyongyang.

The manjae gang's meth.

The manjae gang, Busan's biggest crime syndicate.

Under director hwang's protection, they grew fast.

They kick back 30% of their monthly take to him,

straight into the kcia's pocket.

The gang pulls every crime in the book

and rakes in a million dollars from the underworld.

At this point, you could say they practically run the Busan economy.

Jang geonyoung, a prosecutor at the Busan district prosecutors' office,

is apparently gunning for Jo manjae, all fired up.

They say he's a marine legend who once took down armed guerrillas

with his bare hands and got a hwarang order of military merit for it.

And he's the kind of loose Cannon who doesn't give a damn about higher-ups.

So how do you plan on handling him, Mr. Baek?

Don't worry, sir.

I'll take care of him myself.

Why don't you guys go out for a smoke?

Sit.

- Everything good while I was away? - Yes, sir. All good.

Listen, look into prosecutor jang geonyoung

at the Busan district prosecutors' office.

His background, family, relatives, friends, personality…

Well, whatever it is, don't miss a single detail.

Dig up every last thing connected to him and bring it to me.

Yes, sir.

Nice to meet you. John Evans.

Just call me John.

Okay, John.

What are those bastards doing here?

Exercise. One hour per day.

The murderers have rights too?

Don't they in Korea?

Let's get done with this quickly.

We've already provided enough information with the police regarding their cases.

That's different, man.

Look.

In the corner. Here.

Something's written.

Remember the man you killed?

He wrote it down when he was in the phone…

No. On the phone.

Any phone call when you were in the house?

… Mr. Kim picked up the phone and wrote something down on the paper.

Okay.

But…

If you look at it,

there's no date.

Only the time and place.

It's a deal. A drug deal.

Is there anything you heard about it?

These guys cannot understand Korean.

Even if they heard something, they wouldn't know what it meant.

Yeah, I know. But I wanted to ask, just in case.

They should know a few words in Korean, now that they're in Korea.

- So damn disrespectful. - What?

Okay.

Now, you listen carefully.

To what I say.

"If you cooperate with me,

I may be able to cut down your sentence.

Then you can be sent back to your country in a few years,

or I could even let you serve your sentence in the states."

Understand?

It's a deal!

It's a deal!

"See you tomorrow."

Mr. Kim said, "see you tomorrow."

You speak Korean?

My girlfriend's Korean.

Tomorrow?

You sure?

- Tomorrow. - I'm sure.

Good job.

Right.

By the way…

The woman you killed, Lee suni.

She was pregnant.

We've received intel

that the meth dealers murdered last night,

Kim taeyeong and his wife, Lee suni,

had a deal lined up with their supplier today at 6:00 P.M.

At the café c'est la vie in beomcheon-dong.

Assuming the supplier doesn't know they're dead yet, he's expected to show.

Two of our investigators will pose as the couple on site

and the moment he shows up, we move in for the arrest.

Hello, I'm here.

Ms.

Sir, this is Ms. she'll be playing the wife.

Hello, sir.

I'm yejin. I've just been assigned to the team.

I'll be playing the wife, Lee suni, in today's operation.

Right. Welcome aboard, investigator.

So… what about the husband?

Right.

That's me.

We'll need to find you a different husband.

I think that's a good idea, sir.

Wait, why? What's wrong?

Attention, everyone!

All right,

choose your husband from among them.

You think they're any better?

What?

Welcome.

C'est la vie.

Mr. Kim taeyeong?

Hello?

Take bus 57 and get off at myeonhak-ri station.

Wait, too fast. Hey, slow down.

Slow down. Come on.

They're not going to lose us, right?

Just act natural.

Don't be so nervous.

Right.

Okay then.

Mind if I ask you something?

Sure, what is it?

Well…

Have you always been this good-looking, Mr. Jang?

Are you…

Hitting on me just to loosen up?

Come on, of course not.

Someone like me hitting on you? No way.

You think I'd make a fool of myself,

hitting on someone who's not interested?

I must be losing my mind.

My nerves have me speaking nonsense.

But I really did want to ask you that.

Just forget it. I'm sorry.

I hear you studied law at pnu and took the bar exam.

Yes, that's right.

Will you try again this year?

Well, that's…

Are you giving up?

Even if I pass, what's the point?

They'd never appoint a woman as a prosecutor.

There isn't a single female prosecutor in this country yet.

Then why do you want to be one?

What about you, Mr. Jang?

Why did you become a prosecutor?

Mr. Jang got off the bus.

All right, just keep driving for now.

Yes, sir.

Do they look like husband and wife?

Yeah, they look good together. Sure.

Do you see anything?

No, nothing. It's too dark.

Right. You can't see a thing without your glasses, can you?

You are my eyes right now.

- Look carefully. - Okay.

Look. That car! Here he comes!

Over there. That's him.

Put your hands in your pockets and relax.

- You're as stiff as a board. - Yes, sir.

He looks familiar. Who is he?

Let's see the stuff first!

Let's see the cash first.

Well, this stuff is nice.

Yeah, good stuff.

Last night's brutal murder of a married couple in haeundae

has been revealed to be the work of us soldiers

who had been dealing meth with them.

The victims, Kim and his wife, had a young daughter,

and it was discovered that she was present at the scene, adding to the shock.

The Busan haeundae police are focusing their investigation

on the possibility that the suspects committed the crime…

Who the hell are you guys?

This bastard.

I just remembered who he is.

Honey!

What the hell? Are you nuts? Who the hell are you?

He's asking who we are!

- You insane? - Can you believe this guy?

What the fuck?

You're kang daeil, right?

The manjae gang's underboss?

Hey!

You son of a bitch! Hey!

Hey! Where do you think you're going?

You bastard!

Hey! You bastard!

- Hey! Stop, you bastard! - Stop right there!

Damn! That hurts.

Hey! Stay right there!

Hey!

You're so dead!

Get back here!

You son of a bitch!

Hey!

Stop right there!

Hey!

Where the hell do you think you're going?

Hey! You little shit!

God, that son of a bitch. Fucking bastard.

Investigator!

Investigator stop right there!

Shit, she's so damn fast. Fuck!

For Christ's sake!

Where did he go?

Goddamn it!

I'm going to kill that bastard!

Investigator!

Investigator!

That girl's so damn relentless. Fucking hell.

Investigator.

Investigator …

Where is he?

Where the hell did he go?

Damn, that bastard.

Shit…

Hey.

Paying respects to your ancestors?

What are you doing over there with your head on the ground?

For fuck's sake.

Hey, get out here. Come sit down.

Fucking hell.

Let's talk for a second, all right?

Man, I'm fucking exhausted.

Goddamn it.

You can run?

Where's my investigator?

Your investigator? How the fuck would I know!

This asshole's got another knife. You little…

Wait! Hold up. Stop.

What?

Shit.

Come here! Get back here, you bastard!

Get back here! You little…

Give it a rest, jackass.

How many damn knives do you have? Hey!

Hey, you little… son of a…

You little shit.

Get the hell off, asshole.

Damn it.

You son of a bitch.

Hey, you son of a bitch!

You asshole!

Where do you think you're going?

You bastard.

Investigator.

- Did you use to work out? - My father's a tae Kwon do master.

- Stay still, you asshole! - You're tough.

I'll smash your face in.

Not at all. I'm soft as can be.

Don't ever do anything I didn't tell you to again.

Yes, sir. Understood.

Get up.

I said, get up!

- They're not up there. - No? Not there either?

I don't think they're here.

Go check up there. This way.

- Up there? - Yeah, go take a look.

- Mr. Jang! Mr. Jang! - Damn.

Mr. Jang!

You know,

if you get locked up this time,

it's 10 years minimum.

Fuck.

Ten years just for pushing some meth? I don't think so.

It's not like I killed anyone.

I'll probably be out in a couple.

Bullshit.

The manjae gang's number two, out selling drugs himself?

Why would you do that?

What are they saying?

Hey.

You've been sneaking out drugs behind Jo manjae's back, haven't you?

If he finds out…

You think he'll let you get away with it?

His number two stealing his stash?

Fucking hell.

So what do you want?

Listen carefully.

The thing is,

it's Jo manjae that I really want.

Which means you can save yourself

if you just do what I say.

You want me to be a goddamn rat?

If I get caught, I'm the only one fucked.

So why should I?

Damn it, you thick-headed idiot.

Hey.

You dumb-ass. Does your brain even work?

Do you not get who's holding your leash right now?

I don't want the small fry with a kilo or two.

I want 10 kilos or more, the kind of deal manjae handles himself.

The choice is yours.

Be a goddamn rat,

or die at Jo manjae's hands.

Investigator.

The key.

- What key? - To the handcuffs.

Why?

What…

Get out of here. Go.

What?

Mr. Jang! What the hell are you doing?

- I let him go. - Why?

This stays between you and me.

It's our little secret.

His mother is dead.

He's got a father and a younger sister.

Yes, the father's name is jang myeongho.

He's in a psychiatric hospital.

Psychiatric hospital?

He's been there a long time, about 20 years.

What for?

I'm looking into it.

What about his sister?

Jang hyeeun, 25 years old.

She works at a dye factory in gyeonggi-do. There's nothing unusual about her.

Check the people around him too.

Report back if you find anything useful.

Yes, sir.

And about ikeda yuji, the one you mentioned last time.

Did you look into her?

Her real name is choi yuji.

She's a zainichi.

A zainichi?

Yes, she lost both her parents when she was 13.

Then chairman ikeda adopted her.

He seems to put a lot of trust in her.

She's got real pull in the organization,

with plenty of people gunning for her.

Choi yuji.

I'll see you again.

Look at that idiot.

But why are you looking into choi yuji?

I'm sorry.

Choi yuji…

While you were out earlier, Mr. Baek kihyun called.

What did he say?

He's coming today for your mother's memorial.

He said he couldn't make it.

He's in the army, right?

Top of his class at the military academy.

Top of his class…

It's just a matter of time before he pins on a star, right?

A star? Sure, he'll get one.

The question is, how many.

Hey, baek kihyun.

Let's eat.

Thank you for the meal.

Kihyun was only in first or second grade when mom passed.

Time really flies. Doesn't it, kitae?

How's life in the army? Doing all right?

I'm doing fine.

Is something up?

I wish it were.

Staring at barbed wire on the front line is boring, no?

He'll let you know once a spot opens up at security command.

You always wanted to go there after graduating the academy.

I can take care of myself.

Just let me help you. What are big brothers for?

Right, soyeong?

You're right.

But you know, kihyun's all grown up now.

His opinion matters too.

Just take it.

I'm sure plenty of others got his card.

I told you.

In the end, guys with money and connections run the world.

That's true. Life is brutal without parents or connections.

But things get easier if you have money and power.

Funny how that works.

Kitae.

I can take care of myself.

Fine.

Let me know if you change your mind.

So, your plan is to use kang daeil as a mole to get Jo manjae?

Yes.

But what if kang daeil doesn't play along and just disappears on you?

What are you going to do then?

He'll have no choice but to do as I say if he wants to stay alive.

How can you be so sure?

Because kang daeil, that punk,

has been skimming drugs behind his boss's back.

It means being a number two isn't enough for him.

What are you… I promised him.

I'd make him number one in the gang.

Once I take down Jo manjae,

kang daeil becomes the boss of the gang.

So then,

you're going to take down Jo manjae, but really just let kang daeil walk free?

First, I take down Jo manjae.

Then, I'll put kang daeil behind bars too.

Mr. Jang.

Yeah.

You know Alain delon, right?

Alain delon? What about him?

You know, in those movies,

he goes around killing people brutally with that handsome face.

And then he smokes, just like you are right now.

Yeah. That's it.

Every time I watch him, I get butterflies for some reason.

People must tell you all the time you look like him, right?

Enough with the nonsense.

Take a look at this photo.

That guy next to Jo manjae.

Looks like Jo manjae's bowing and scraping to him.

Who's the guy, his backer?

We'll know who he is once we've got Jo manjae.

Wow, there's another Alain delon here.

Just how many Alain delons do you see exactly?

Me? Only one, of course.

Cheers.

Ms. The phone.

- Hello? - Is this the Chinese restaurant?

No, it's not.

Sorry about that.

What the hell?

Is there something wrong with our number?

What's up?

Well, we keep getting wrong numbers.

Someone else called earlier asking if this was a bathhouse.

It's so weird.

Let's go eat.

Yes, sir.

What should we have today?

Man, I'm starving.

Pork and rice soup? What do you think?

But we had it yesterday.

- You're right. - How about a set meal?

Sounds good to me.

Wait for me!

How about jjajangmyeon?

No answer.

Look at all this crap.

Hey, jang.

Join me for lunch.

I'm meeting with the chief editor of joguk ilbo.

- You haven't eaten yet, have you? - Dear. I just ate, actually.

Yeah? Then drop by my office later.

- I've got something to tell you. - Yes, sir.

Right. I'll be tied up questioning suspects this afternoon.

I'll come by tomorrow morning.

- All right. - Yeah.

Hey, jang! You'd better show up!

Let's clear out.

Looks like everyone thoughtlessly ran off to lunch once again,

with papers lying around and the door unlocked.

And you are?

I'm baek kitae, kcia Busan branch.

Is baek kitae.

That guy next to Jo manjae.

He's with the kcia?

Jang geonyoung, Busan district prosecutors' office.

So, what brings the kcia all the way here?

There must be a reason

you're standing in the middle of someone else's office while they're out.

You know Jo manjae, right?

The manjae gang's number one.

Right, the manjae gang.

I came here

to ask you to drop Jo manjae. Lay off him.

You're telling me to shut down my investigation?

The kcia

giving orders to a prosecutor?

I didn't mean it like that.

Then what?

At least give me a proper explanation.

Did you know Jo manjae's married to a zainichi?

Yes.

According to our recent intel,

his wife has been deeply involved with North Korea.

So Jo manjae is tangled up with commies now?

We got word that his gang's been pushing meth up north through Japan.

We've been running an operation on this for over a year now.

I went undercover to make contact with Jo manjae myself.

So you're saying, the kcia's already working him,

and I'm supposed to back off?

We're all civil servants here.

We should help one another, shouldn't we?

It's all for the country after all.

Okay!

Got it.

I'll leave Jo manjae to you then.

That goddamn commie.

Thank you for understanding.

Gosh, don't mention it.

You moved to Busan about two months ago, right?

Yeah, that's right.

You're from Seoul, so I bet it hasn't been easy settling in here.

We should grab some raw fish sometime.

I'll take you someplace nice.

Actually…

I'm not really into raw fish.

When we get the chance,

let's have some soju instead, with pork and rice soup.

That sounds good too.

All right, then. I'll give you a call.

Jo manjae is…

Tied up with commies?

Yeah, right.

Who the hell does he think he's fooling?

- Let's go eat. - Yes, sir.

Mr. Jang isn't here yet.

- Turn the lights off. - Damn, you scared me.

It's broad daylight.

I didn't see you there.

Save if you want a better life.

Well, I picked up some lunch for you.

Have you eaten yet?

No.

Where's Mr. Kim and… where is everyone?

He said he was going to court.

The other investigators are out at the scene.

Were you hungry?

Slow down, or you'll get indigestion.

Here. Take a look.

What's this?

He says the yakuza's coming to Busan.

The yakuza?

Yes.

He's meeting Jo manjae at Busan hotel.

… It's about the meth, right?

That's what it looks like.

Damn.

This time…

We have to get Jo manjae.

Hang on.

The 9th?

That's the day after tomorrow, isn't it?

That's right. The day after tomorrow.

Right. The kcia was here earlier.

- The kcia? W-Why? - Yeah.

What business…

Could they possibly have

here at the Busan district prosecutors' office?

What could've brought the kcia here?

Exactly. What could've brought them here?

Look at this guy.

Boss, he's here.

Yeah? All right.

Pleasure to meet you. I'm Jo manjae.

He says hello.

Have a seat.

So, is this your first time in Busan?

He used to live here as a kid.

So he's a zainichi?

He's Japanese, and he was here in 1944.

That's before liberation.

My grandfather was killed by a jap bullet at the battle of cheongsan-ri, you know.

Well…

Well, never mind.

History's history, and business is business?

Go get the stuff.

… we'll bring it to you now.

Looks good.

But…

You think you can move 10 kilos every month?

He's asking if we can do 10 kilos every month.

Let's see the cash first.

Hey.

Tell him we can do 20 kilos.

That's impressive.

"Sugoi"?

"Sugoi" means "impressive."

Cheers.

Sounds like they're hitting it off?

All right.

I'd say we're good to go.

We got it on tape, right?

All right.

Everyone, grab your gear. Let's go.

Move in.

Turn the light on. The light.

I think it's a blackout. What do we do?

- Hey, go see what's going on. - Yes, sir.

What the hell?

Stop resisting, you bastards!

- On your knees, punk! - On your knees!

Open the door!

Hey, you bastard!

Open the fucking door!

All clear, sir.

Open the door! Hey, open the door!

Get the tear gas!

Head on the ground, asshole!

Hey!

Hey, the tear gas!

Shit, it's hot!

It's hot!

Move!

Move!

Do you not realize how serious this is?

The Japanese metropolitan police department

put those yakuza bastards on the wanted list.

They even sent over a formal request for cooperation, Mr. Jo.

Sir, I'm really sorry we didn't clear it with you first.

But still, after everything we've paid up until now,

isn't this the time you step in and cover us?

Who the hell is this guy?

Sir, please forgive him.

This guy doesn't… he doesn't know any better.

It won't happen again.

We just got a little greedy and messed up.

If you help us out just this once, we'll make sure to pay you back for it!

Wow. This one's got more guts than him, right?

Hey, you're better.

Yeah, you're right.

He's got guts. If you'd forgive us just this once…

Shut it.

Sir, it's probably best to leave him.

We'll need someone to pull the gang back together as their new leader.

The election's right around the corner.

You think you can do well?

Yes, sir.

Yeah?

On your knees!

- Stay still! - Stop resisting!

On your knees!

- Stay still! - Stop resisting!

On your knees!

- Stay still! - Stop resisting!

Who the hell screwed us over and snatched Jo manjae?

- Hello. So… - morning, sir.

Did you guys clean the office yet?

- Clean? - No, we didn't…

How many times have I told you to clean up?

Just look at this place!

I'm sorry, sir.

Ms. Go and… go get the broom and the dustpan.

Yes, sir. I'll bring the dustpan and sweep up.

And these useless boxes. Get them all out to the storage room!

Okay, I'll clear them out.

And what the hell is this bag doing here?

Why would you leave a bag lying around here?

- I'm sorry. - I'll put it away.

Lay low for a while.

You don't have to give me all this.

I won't breathe a word to director hwang.

Don't worry, sir.

If I was worried about you running your mouth,

I would've let you die back there.

Then why did you… I told you.

You're Jo manjae's replacement now.

The whole gang's already in pieces,

so why would you even need a replacement?

The business.

You've got to keep it going, don't you?

All right, open up the cabinet and toss out all those old files!

Yes, sir. I will.

How many times have I told you to clean that out?

I'm sorry.

And this box!

- That's… - I told you a hundred times

- to throw it out already! Geez! - That… I'm sorry!

Mr. Jang, please just leave it. We'll take care of it.

Just leave it. We'll do it.

Me?

You.

Me.

Us.

That meth business of yours.

I've had my eye on it for a long time.

Mr. Baek, I heard

you'll be going to Japan soon.

Would it be all right

if I asked you a small favor on your way?

That's why I did you guys the favor.

I'll figure out a way to reopen the connection with the Japanese.

In the meantime,

you take that money, pull the guys back together,

and get the lab running again.

You want to sell the drugs yourself?

But…

A government man dealing drugs…

What?

Is that a problem?

No, sir.

Not at all.

I thought they were just petty thieves,

but turns out those bastards are a lot more audacious than I expected.

I'm baek kitae, kcia Busan branch.

Looks like we'll be seeing a lot of each other from now on.

All right, that's enough cleaning!

Let's get to work!

Translated by yoonjung song