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Man, this junkie punk’s up to something. Yo, Cha Young-sa!

Hurry up and cuff Danny, let’s eat!

Hey, you little shit! Can’t you stay still for a second?

Yo, get over here!

Yo, come here!

Yo, come here!

Yo, get over here!

Yo, come here!

Yo, come here!

Yo, get your ass over here!

Yo, come here, now!

Who’s the big shot?

They say he’s the son of the Donginjaebon chairman, name’s Oh Jae-cheol.

Yo, but this guy was looking for you the second he showed up.

Congrats, man, you’re nationwide now!

Sweet! Finding a lawyer like Angara’s way better than hunting for me, right?

So, what’s his rap sheet?

Three priors for the same shit, one year left on probation.

Yo, Kang-soo! The booze was rolled up for selling, so can you smooth it out real nice?

Hey! You think just smoothing it out’s gonna cut it?

Huh? With a player this good?

Gotta think big picture, man.

He don’t look like a drug pusher.

Man, how’d you end up carrying 500 grams of that stuff?

Boss, 500 grams is worth how much?

‘Bout five years.

That’s a long stretch.

Shut up!

Can you get me off?

That depends on whether you, me, and those guys over there are happy with the deal.

Let’s do this clean!

Go big or go home!

Boss gets 3, two grand per head, and product handling’s by the kilo.

How many kilos?

Two kilos. Five grand per kilo. Hundred million.

Including the boss job, total’s 160 million. In Bitcoin.

Yo.

Listen up. In Bitcoin.

You mess this up, you’re on your own.

Alright, alright!

66,000 doses seized. Major drug ring busted.

This guy’s riding with McCom.

You, head home easy.

Yo, what the fuck is this?

Mister!

Move the car!

Move the car, mister!

This fucking…

Mister! Move the damn car!

Man, our Chang-rang’s got no manners, huh?

You’d think he’d at least call after I got him out, but guess that’s too hard for him.

Still running his business like a pro.

Nah, bro, that ain’t it.

How much came in?

Three kilos?

Let’s toss two kilos.

Yo, bro.

If I ditch a third, how am I supposed to eat?

Korean junkies live the longest out of all the world’s junkies.

Why’s that?

Cops make sure you don’t OD by locking you up right on time.

That’s why.

Wanna go detox in the slammer for a bit?

Chang-rang, stop mixing cheap shit. You think you’ll be a drug lord like this?

Got it.

What do you want?

Drop 30 grand for the school boss.

No simple contracts.

Broker, sell, distribute.

Full package.

Make it clean.

Don’t call, and you’re the one getting screwed.

Fuckin’ asshole. Why’s this bastard always stirring shit up?

Yo, yo, yo. He’s coming, he’s coming.

Alright, check the goods.

Looks good, right?

Good job.

Cool. Two kilos delivered.

Let’s go, go, go!

Why you fuckin’ around trying to back up?

Sorry, man.

Looks like we hit you. Better check your car.

Yo, hold up.

What?

Wait, don’t get out.

Why, why, why, what’s up?

Alright, focus.

Shit, this feels bad.

Can you roll down the window?

Yo, back up, back up!

Move the car back, you idiot!

Yo, let’s go!

Start the damn car!

Don’t cuff me!

Window, window!

Open the door!

Open the door, you bastard!

Open the fuckin’ door!

Go, go, you idiot!

Hurry up and drive!

Open the door!

Open the door, asshole!

I ain’t opening shit!

Open the damn door!

Bro, I did everything you asked.

You gotta cover my costs.

Got it?

Open the fuckin’ door!

Slow down, head that way, block him!

Yo, you bastard!

Hey, asshole!

What the hell you doing?

Not even an amateur move.

Open the door, you prick!

Yo, you little shit!

Grab him quick!

Korea’s drug game splits into three types.

The pushers, the cops who bust ‘em,

And guys like me who tie ‘em all together.

I hook up busted junkies with the cops to make cases.

Those cases pad the cops’ stats,

And those stats turn into cooperation letters that get junkies off.

It’s out.

Cooperation letter.

Ticket’s ready.

A get-out-of-jail card that cuts a 10-year sentence by a third.

Check it out when we meet.

It’s the plea bargain that only exists in drug crimes.

Came out real pretty.

All set?

160 mil.

Basically, every big drug bust that hits the news each year

Is greased up nice and tidy to make it happen.

All clear, yeah?

Yo, I paid my own cash to set this up, so what’s it to you, you fuckin’ pricks!

The media’s gotta hype it up for the cops to be happy,

And when the cops are happy, the cooperation letters come out clean.

Nice work, Kang-soo.

Sir, yes sir!

I thrive in the middle of junkies and cops nationwide.

In Korea’s drug scene, they call guys like me…

How old are you?

28, sir.

Oh, 28.

Cool.

Look, man, we gotta send you off right ‘cause you’re young.

One wrong move, and it’s either 28 years of luck or a 38-year knockout.

That’s what decides it.

Yo, 28 Luck.

Whoa, boss, this much?

Just hold down the fort for 30 minutes.

Huh?

Gonna go check on my girl’s face.

Alright, drink up, drink up!

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hell yeah, this is good.

Be back soon.

Getting arrested on-site for violating narcotics laws.

It’s itchy, man.

So damn itchy.

Don’t step on the floor. Use the pull-up bar in the bathroom.

Take your shoes off before you go in.

Man, jeez.

What’re you doing? Show us around.

Heavy, huh? I’ll take it.

Damn it!

This crazy bastard.

Sorry, man.

This fucker’s farting in here.

This damn idiot’s stinking it up.

Every year, 23,000 drug offenders get their blue prison tags and get locked up.

Big bro.

What, is today a Smurf convention or what?

Yo, Papa Smurf!

Come here.

What, sit down.

These junkie punks.

Didn’t I tell you not to sit here?

It wasn’t until I became one of them that I realized.

My life had gone to a seriously messed-up place.

But even in a shitty life, opportunities come knocking.

Before meeting me, Prosecutor Goo was just a regular prosecutor.

Ten years in, he was stuck in the North Branch, a prosecutor’s exile, bagging junkies like a bottom-feeder.

Korea’s got 2,500 prosecutors.

Only 1% make it to chief justice level.

The other 99% gotta ditch their robes within ten years.

But Goo wasn’t ready to hang up his prosecutor’s coat.

Instead, he started carving out his own shot at the 1%.

Drug busts are like squashing cockroaches.

Smashing a few you see doesn’t make ‘em disappear.

To get these guys, you gotta raid their hideout.

This kid’s all office, office…

Lee Kang-soo…

Look me in the eyes.

Tilt your head like this.

Not some junkie’s girlfriend.

Looks like you got played.

You drank their spiked juice, and now you don’t remember shit.

This is totally their MO.

Yeah, yeah, exactly!

They used you ‘cause they knew they were about to get nabbed.

Right, right, you got it, sir!

You good at memorizing?

Yeah.

Memorize this.

Lee Doo-young, 910304, 1687954, Shin Ji-hyuk, 870507, 1498752, Kim Sung-rim, 790912, 1487416, Gyeongsangbuk-do, Seongju-gun, Chojeon-myeon, Jucheon-ho, 9748-10, Joo In-hwe…

Alright, that’s enough.

This kid’s a natural.

You got a guy named Goh Eung-shik in your crew, right?

I don’t know about that stuff, man.

From now on, you better know everything. And I need to know what you know. Got it?

Yo, fill in all the blanks here, and I’ll cut your sentence in half.

Six.

Seven.

Five, seven, seven.

I told this punk not to show up here six times.

So, what’s it gonna take?

You gotta get in on Goh Eung-sik’s cash, right?

Yo, slow down with that food, man.

Prosecutor.

Just one thing we gotta do?

What?

Yo, yo, hold up, what’s this shit?

This guy’s on drugs?

Nah, man.

Aight, chill. That’s enough.

Two batches of goods just came in. Pyeongtaek and Incheon. Should I go pick ‘em up?

Send Myeong-cheon to Pyeongtaek. For the Incheon stuff,

Tell Jeong-hyeop to grab it and check the sample first.

Stop, stop.

Good work.

Huh?

Come here, man.

Man, leave this alone, it’ll charge up.

Yo, yo, yo, over there.

Aight, cool.

Detective Unit 2, Prosecutor Goo speaking.

At Uijeongbu Detention Center, currently holding

Moon-cheon, the head of a major drug trafficking ring,

Goh Eung-sik’s GCR is moving, according to insiders…

What’s that punk yapping about?

I knew it was that bastard Kwang-soo!

Hello, sir.

Hey, what’s good?

This is Bangkok, Thailand.

Nah, I’m here to learn some skills, man, skills.

Beef?

What beef?

My name ain’t Beef, man.

Nah, it ain’t me.

Want more? Just say it and I’ll hook you up.

Nah, hold up.

You sending more meat or what?

Thanks, man.

Your mom’s working hard at the market, so eat well.

But you didn’t tell her you’re doing time, huh?

It’s been a while. If she knew, she’d flip out.

Kwang-soo, you’re a good son.

No clue, man. Can a guy doing time be a good son?

My sister raised me all by herself,

Heading to court before dawn for fish auctions,

Selling ‘em off after,

Then washing dishes all day at a restaurant.

Man, shit.

Your son’s saying what?

She always told me one thing:

Don’t live a life chasing attention.

Make it big, no matter what.

Make it big, make it big.

That shit’s burned into my brain.

Yo.

Drink.

Drink up.

Aight, chill, I got you.

Read the room.

It’s all good.

I’m moving up to the Western Division this time.

Whoa! Finally hitting Seoul, huh?

Seoul, yeah, but it’s the East-North-South-West mix, and I’m at the bottom rung.

Next, I’ll hit the Eastern Division,

Then Central Division, straight to Special Crimes, man.

What you gonna do when you get out?

Me…

I mean…

No clue.

If I really turn into a junkie, maybe I’ll swing a bat for a living…

Dumbass, dumbass.

Yo, Kang-soo.

Try snitching, like, pro-level.

You do that, you’ll never worry about cash again.

And maybe help your bro out a bit.

This guy’s cracking me up.

Prosecutor’s calling me “bro” now?

Kinda makes me sweat.

From now on, just call me bro, aight?

You?

Yeah.

I’ll help you out, bro, if I can.

But none of this junkie-prosecutor crap, just real brother shit.

Got it, real brother.

Bro, let me pour you one.

But…

You gotta promise me one thing.

Never touch drugs again.

This is me talking as your bro.

The second you stick a needle in your arm, your life’s done, you know that?

Climbing all the way up in the rain.

Yeah, bro, this is the spot.

Yo, bro, you’re here?

Been getting calls for three hours straight,

Was about to say something but held off…

Yo, come in.

Why you sneaking around like a rat?

Sorry, man.

Yo, get in here.

He ain’t listening. Hurry up.

Miss, open the door.

You got the right to a lawyer, miss,

And you could probably get one.

Nah, no chance.

I’m doing this my way.

Babe, do something!

Boss, I’m here to clean this up.

Fix this shit quick, for real.

Man, what the…

Please!

Yo, hold up!

Wait! What do I do? I’m screwed!

Tested positive?

I just…

They said it was just weight-loss pills,

I needed to prep for a movie shoot,

I didn’t know it was bad…

Same old story, over and over.

Heard it all before…

Who gave you the weight-loss pills?

If you clam up like that, I can’t help you, Soo-jin.

Huh? Know this guy?

Two years ago, he got kicked out and went down hard, popped up in Jipyeong.

Uh, I…

His name’s Yoo… what, Yoo…

So, like…

What’s his name?

Yoo Min-goo, Yoo Se-hyung…

Got it.

Yoo Ji-seong.

Yoo Ji-seong?

He’s the chairman of Ilmun High, right?

Yeah, that’s him.

You don’t know my name, do you?

Oh Sang-jae. Narcotics Unit 2 chief.

They call me the Emperor of Junkies.

Cross me, and I’ll pin every crime on you,

Lock you up till you’re dust.

Wanna make a call?

If you don’t pick up, reporters’ll swarm in with red eyes.

Wanna walk the press line with me?

Yo, let her go.

Head’s all messed up, huh?

Wondering who you can talk to, who you can’t.

Don’t stress about that.

We bust someone based on your info, that guy takes the fall for you.

Eom Soo-jin, movie star.

It gets that big, huh?

Then I can’t help you at all, Soo-jin.

People like you, Soo-jin,

Just spill it straight, and I’ll send you home.

But I’ll hunt down the guy who dealt that shit.

Bust 100 users,

Next day, 100 more pop up.

Then those 100 turn to 200, then 400.

Where’s it all start?

From the guy who gave you the drugs.

Those drugs…

Who gave ‘em to you?

Prosecutor. Prosecutor.

Chief Prosecutor.

Sang-soo, come here.

This the place?

What’s this spot?

It’s the annex, man, the annex.

Not just anyone gets in here.

This is where they grill tycoons, chairmen, ex-presidents, that kinda shit.

They rough ‘em up officially in the main room, then sweet-talk ‘em here on the side.

Not just anyone walks in here.

You’re in the VIP room right now, man.

I’m VIP level, unofficial VIP.

You gotta climb high to see it all.

Everything’s laid out below me.

I just shot straight to the top, bam.

Feels good, huh?

Sang-soo.

Sometimes I look out and feel like I’m dangling off this railing, about to fall.

That anxiety hits hard.

What, I fall from here, I’m done?

That’s why I’m holding on tight, so I don’t crash.

So you better step up, you punk.

You get what I’m saying? Do it right.

Man, bro, come on.

Why you stressing like that?

Bro, just look up and keep going.

I got your back.

I’m counting on you, man.

We made it this far, let’s hit Special Crimes next.

Shit, bro.

Goddamn, man.

Hold up.

Babe, it’s no big deal.

Open it.

Lighter?

Bro, we’re aiming for Central’s Special Crimes.

Even when you light a smoke, do it with style.

This one’s for the long haul.

Till you’re deputy chief.

Lookin’ sharp.

Thanks, man.

And…

This one’s mine.

Yo, we going couple’s style?

What’s that?

This?

This is Blue, only for the big dogs.

100% pure Bukhansan meth.

Bro, this stuff?

With Bang Eo-joong backing it, junkies can’t even dream of touching this.

The price…

Spit it out, quick. So?

But what kinda idiot carries 500 grams of this shit

And gets their boss nabbed?

Last week, I sent a cooperation letter to the cops for this guy,

Oh Jae-cheol.

Bongin Flour’s kid.

Something smells juicy.

Bro, that ain’t juicy.

It’s like gas leaking at a station.

And…

Light a spark…

Boom!

Bro, you hit Central’s Special Crimes,

I go nationwide snitch,

Who’s the punk leaking gas?

Boss Yeom…

But, uh…

I don’t really know his name.

Yeom Tae-soo from Daegu Gwandalli.

Talks with a Gyeongsangdo accent.

Yeah.

Exactly 4 kilos, 500 grams.

The 500 grams was stuffed in Yeom’s boat.

Boss.

Whoa.

Let’s go big, real big.

No small-time cash in bags.

Boss Yeom’s swimming in dough now.

That house is loaded.

Huh?

Stick the code in the pentop.

You bastard!

Bro!

Dammit!

Yo, you punk!

Keep going?

The 500 grams you took,

Call it payment for one hit.

Kim Hak-ram…

Keeping a poker face,

Then flipping out, you see that?

Should we just nab him and dunk him?

You think those Kaun Mita guys’ll sit still?

He needs to be locked up like the big bros.

Yamamoto’s moving product, man.

Aight, let’s hit him.

Once Namdong Corps rolls in, we strike.

From the back, hard.

Go to Okkwangsangja.

What’s this?

No time to look back!

Get out quick!

Turn the car!

Shit!

Get out, you bastard!

Who’re you?

I’m with Yamamoto’s crew!

Yamamoto?

You punk!

Namdong, let’s roll!

Route 15, tag 8645, go!

Yo, you bastard!

It was Namdong’s car.

Don’t grab him.

Hurry, hurry!

Brought Namdong in.

Yo, who the hell are you guys?

Save the intros for later,

Unit 3, 4-2.

Head there,

Boss Yeom’s guardian angel’s waiting.

Meet there.

You running something?

Go, run, run, run!

3-2, 3-2, 3-2!

There, there!

Again.

One more time.

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Don’t mess around, drop it, you punk!

Yo, come out!

Get out, now!

Yeom Tae-soo, drop it, huh?

Mr. Yeom Tae-soo…

Yeah, that’s him.

Prosecutor’s office got him!

Prosecutor’s office nabbed him.

You the prosecutor?

Yeah.

What, prosecutors just go around spilling other people’s business?

Or maybe you two got some kinda deal going.

No, we’ve been staking this kid out for days!

Good work, but…

Here’s the warrant.

Let’s go.

This ain’t a joke, man,

Hold up…

Bro!

Yo, ain’t that the guy we saw in the car?

Yeah, that’s him.

That’s Lee Kang-soo,

The punk making waves as a nationwide snitch.

These bastards are trying to steal our case, dammit.

We said we’d meet and talk, right?

You’re the one snitching on me?

Man, asking what you already know.

You’ve been hustling hard out there.

Take a break inside this time.

Think of it as a vacation.

Prosecutor, how hard you gonna hit me?

Maybe five years?

Nah.

Look, smuggling, distribution,

Use, possession—that’s at least seven years.

If I push, I can get you 15 years.

That’s long.

So, we wrapping this up officially here?

Or you wanna have a private chat?

Smoke a cig, then sign.

Cool.

Hey, you.

Wanna play lookout one time?

Lookout?

Just tip me off when you meet these guys.

They’ll never know. You’re not getting off scot-free.

Trust me on that.

Where you at?

This is legit safe, right?

Drop the location and bounce.

Hotel Lorail.

Alright, Lorail Hotel.

Move!

Where you going? We’re going in together.

Babe, I’m feeling kinda sick today, gonna head home and crash.

Yo, you see that blue jacket?

That bro’s been helping my dad big time,

And he’s dying to meet you.

Ugh, babe.

For real, next time, I’ll…

Yo, Soo-jin, Eom Soo-jin.

You can’t just get sick whenever you want.

Huh?

Cute, huh? Nice acting face.

You’re ready for a lead role, girl.

Here.

Lorail Hotel, arrived.

Get out.

Meet me again, you’re dead, got it?

You’ll need a ticket for that, a ticket.

Not sure if they issue tickets that far out.

Number 236.

Safety first, take care.

Aight, get ready.

Yes, yes, let’s move.

Thanks.

Good job, let’s do this more.

Yo.

Yeah, bro.

Aight, we’re ready, let’s go in.

Cool, let’s do it.

Alright, everyone’s partying here.

We keep it tight in here.

How much?

How much?

Go in.

Do it twice.

Was about to call.

Got any ideas?

Yeah.

Ah…

Ah…

Ah…

Ah…

Ah…

Ah…

Ah…

Ah…

What a shitshow, total mess.

Yo, I was gonna call.

Man, we got it all on tape now.

Secure the sub-unit.

Bro, bro, bro.

Sorry, man.

Yo, kid.

Call an ambulance, now!

Ambulance, ambulance!

So-maek, So-maek!

Dammit!

Alright, let’s go.

Move.

Yo, Dad.

No clue.

How am I supposed to know where it came from?

But just barging in like this, is that even legit?

You…

Who the hell are you guys?

You the boss here?

Damn, too pretty.

You should be on TV.

Right?

What the fuck’s going on?

Eastern crew again.

We gotta eat too, you know?

What’s this now?

You got a warrant?

Looks like they filmed the warrant.

Obstruct justice, and you’re all going down.

Fuckin’ hell, for real.

Yo, don’t tell Dad we’re setting him up.

Man, come out here, damn it.

We’re in deep shit, guys.

Don’t say that.

You better bail out now. That’s the move.

Ah…

Those Eastern punks are fast as hell at snatching deals.

Bro, hit me up.

Make Soo-man call.

You better call.

Prosecutor.

Prosecutor!

Prosecutor!

Prosecutor!

Prosecutor!

Prosecutor!

Danger, danger!

Oh, shit!

Good work, boys!

But don’t live too hard, aight?

Ain’t no big deal.

Get down, you bastard!

Down!

Keep making noise like this,

And it ain’t gonna end well.

Man,

Just keep it quiet, that’s all I’m asking.

Phone didn’t go through, that’s it.

Had no clue it’d reach the chief prosecutor.

Your phone better not be off.

Pick up the damn phone.

Answer it, man.

Guess I look like a joke to you.

If that’s the case,

I wouldn’t have come here myself.

Why you here?

Let’s lay it all out and talk.

You wanna climb higher, right?

Handle this one clean,

And our candidate

Ain’t gonna sit still, I promise.

With this connection,

Help out our candidate a bit,

And things’ll get even better for you.

Prosecutor,

At Lorail Hotel,

Nothing went down.

Got it?

So,

We kill him?

Man, you’re talking crazy.

Bro! Even if you don’t pick up,

I’m heading out to drink first.

Bro, just wrap it up quick and come.

You ain’t got shit to do anyway.

They’re setting up a meeting, aight?

Easier than dealing with you.

From Hongbo Prosecutor’s Office.

Hongbo? Why you here?

Why you sitting there?

During the drug investigation,

A statement came up that Yeom Tae-soo paid you off.

Got some explaining to do.

Kang-soo,

Someone bought you a drink.

What the fuck, man.

Even better with results.

Don’t do it!

Don’t!

Stop!

Rising star actress Eom Soo-jin

Was arrested for drug use.

Eom Soo-jin is suspected of using meth

At a hotel in downtown Seoul

And was arrested today.

For using methamphetamine.

She was taken into custody today.

Clean it up.

This coffee’s getting cold.

That order came quick.

See my face again, you’re dead.

Kang-soo.

You fuckin’ bastard.

Get lost.

Don’t come back.

Soo…

Soo…

Stay away.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Why you lying?

Don’t feed him for a month,

Just dope him up and toss him out.

Yo!

Hey!

Come inside.

Yo.

Come in.

Aight.

Your head’s all fucked up.

Yo, you think an addict knows they’re hooked?

Ah.

That punk’s yelling again.

Look.

Quitting dope’s harder

Than chasing the high, you punk.

Yo, try quitting.

If it gets bad,

You think quitting’s easy?

One hit.

Just one hit.

Open the door.

Just one hit.

Took another hit, huh.

Said you wanted to quit.

Food just

Feels like water, right?

So,

You gotta use to feel okay.

When you try quitting,

You see roaches, spiders,

All kinds of shit.

Miss.

If you check the phone location data I submitted,

You’ll see I never met the guy who claims he paid me.

And you can confirm that.

Lastly,

For the past year, in this position, 764 00:49:03,470... > 00:49 설치 I’m asking you, Prosecutor.

If an eight-time drug offender says they bribed you,

Can I just believe them and haul you in for questioning?

Case dismissed. Verdict: Defendant Oh Sang-jae is not guilty.

See you at the third trial.

Hye-in!

Dad’s going home.

Good work.

Park Hyun-sook, National Conference Party congresswoman.

Oh, yeah.

Hold up.

She’s cute.

Yeah.

You read the letter I sent, right?

I know you were at the Lorail Hotel incident a year ago. Let’s talk about that day.

Sorry.

They say there’s footage from that day. Can we talk?

Candidate Cho Sang-tae’s son was there too.

What exactly do you wanna know?

Shouldn’t you be digging into how they framed this guy based on junkie talk?

Come in.

Yeah, I know Park Hyun-sook, the spokesperson.

No need to deal with her, just wait outside.

No, no.

I’ll handle it, so take a month off and chill.

You don’t get it?

Yeah.

Before you go, meet me at Eclipse.

This fuckin’ guy, I tell him to go, and he’s still yapping.

Dumbass punk.

Yeah, I’m a bit late.

You called? What’s Uso?

Not late.

It’s fine if you’re late.

Famous prosecutor, huh?

Late’s late.

This Park Hyun-sook chick.

Election’s less than a month away.

She’s got her people poking around companies and houses.

Talking about the Lorail case from a year ago.

Can’t you do something about her, bro?

Park Hyun-sook’s a reporter, so she’s got a nose for dirt.

Obsessed with a few facts, even spins stories.

Yo.

Stop beating around the bush.

Tell me what you’re gonna do, old man.

You come in swinging like that?

Give me time to think.

One minute.

Here’s the deal.

Chairman Kang Myeong-cheol, locked up for accounting fraud,

Is Yoon Seong-hyeok’s high school buddy.

Yoon’s campaign got 10 billion won in funds.

First, 3 billion, including dollars.

A week later, 5 billion in KRW.

Last, 3 billion in cash, including gift cards.

Kang Myeong-cheol.

Said it was 2 billion last.

3, 5, 2.

Got mixed up between 2 and 3.

Chairman, sit down.

You wanna get back to running your business, right?

That’s why I’m helping you out.

So get your shit together.

This is your way out today.

The one who delivered the money was Park Hyun-sook.

That work for you?

Damn, bro, you’re a real blade.

A genius, huh?

Fuck, this is why I love Kwan-young.

Cool.

I’ll talk to Dad about it.

Keep your friends in check. Lay low for a bit.

Don’t mess up Daedae’s meal.

Man, what’s that about?

We’re all out this Saturday, so you know.

And stop dragging in junkies like Yeom Tae-soo.

Trusting junkies will screw you over.

Don’t worry.

I’m Superman, I’m good.

Don’t they all seem like cult freaks?

Like they’re all high on meth together.

Come in.

Erica?

Not bad.

Ah, ah.

Insert.

Get ready, easy now.

Nice veins.

Good veins, stick it anywhere.

Babe.

Yeah?

How much you using?

Two ticks?

Two ticks.

That’s a lot.

Nah, this ain’t even that much.

Song, first time in this room, huh?

Yes, Prosecutor.

With Song Beo-cheol, sensitive cases like this get pushed back.

But this case is so hot,

I’m too busy to even pour drinks.

Been crazy lately.

Hot stuff’s gotta come from outside.

Is this about Chairman Kang Myeong-cheol?

Heard he’s practically commuting to the prosecutor’s from lockup.

Man, what a pain.

That Kang guy,

Yeah?

Stole 10 billion.

And that 10 billion went straight to Yoon Seong-yeop’s campaign.

Delivered by Congresswoman Park Hyun-sook.

Got the diary with the deal details and his full confession.

But pulling a player off the field mid-game, right before the election, looks fishy.

Election’s around the corner.

Give me that scoop, and I’ll make it blow up.

This case’ll go wild. You sure you can keep the rhythm?

I’m a fuckin’ pro at tambourine.

This ain’t no tambourine, man.

Song, how many years you been covering prosecutors?

Four years this year, Prosecutor.

Calling me “Prosecutor” every time? Four years in, we’re family.

Just call me bro, chill.

The 21st presidential election is less than two weeks away.

SBC polls show the gap between Cho Sang-taek and Yoon Seong-yeop narrowing, making it a tight race.

What you waiting for? Want a smoke?

Goddamn, I’m out here sweating.

You check on Yeom Tae-soo?

Man, that punk’s been a ghost since he fucked up and bolted a year ago.

I gotta drag that bastard to court.

Sold my house to cover legal fees, that’s my life now.

If this falls apart,

Hye-in’s stuck in a rented room.

Just hook me up with one sharp guy like Jeong-soo.

Who’s the best among the rookies?

Trial’s looking good anyway.

No need for prosecutors to foam at the mouth and make a mess.

Man, you’re at it again.

Nah, nah.

How long do cops gotta kiss prosecutors’ asses?

Bro, you see this? I ain’t kissing no ass.

Back me up with manpower till the trial’s done.

I’m a team leader now.

When you hit the field, my guys get nervous.

Man, sorry.

Yo, you bastards.

Lee Kang-soo!

Long time no see.

Yo, you’re still kicking? Coming all the way here.

Good to see you. We got a lot to talk about, huh?

You wanna cuff yourself, or should I do it for you?

Pulling cuffs out like that? Kills the vibe, man.

I’m here to help you out.

Where’s this punk selling his dope?

Get up, come on.

Where’s Yeom Tae-soo now?

You set me up, didn’t you? Using Yeom Tae-soo.

Just listen.

You and me, we both got fucked over.

I know you didn’t tell Yeom to snitch!

Then who did?

Some detective.

Didn’t expect much.

Not even a sorry, huh.

That stings.

You’re all cleaned up.

Yeah, thanks to you.

Got out of the slammer, and my phone’s full of junkies.

Man, shut up.

Yeom Tae-soo lit my legs on fire and shot me up.

My legs were melting, but one hit, no pain, no thoughts.

Had to shoot up all month.

Detective, you wanna nab that bastard?

I…

I miss that fucker so bad.

Solid motive.

You asked who it was, right?

Cho Hoon. The guy on his phone is Cho Hoon.

Presidential candidate Cho Sang-taek’s son.

The bastard who made me a junkie.

So the deputy prosecutor must’ve known.

I mean, come on.

That punk’s the son of a top presidential candidate.

A snitch who stirred up the wrong case.

The actress at the scene.

The masked cop investigating.

They cleaned up the problem people.

So you’re gonna take down Chief Prosecutor Cheon Ju and the candidate’s son.

How?

I had a nuke.

Aight, let’s roll!

Lorail Hotel. The day Cho Hoon got busted high, I filmed the scene.

Where’s that footage now?

Yeom Tae-soo’s got it.

And Yeom Tae-soo?

He’s smuggling top-grade Bukhansan meth from Japan.

Kim Hak-nam used to run Incheon’s trade,

But Yeom Tae-soo took over.

For screwing us over.

There’s a way to flush out Yeom Tae-soo.

What if we intercept his dope mid-route?

He’ll crawl out.

And Cho Hoon’s throwing a party Friday.

Same crew as a year ago, including me.

One shot that day. Saturday, they’re all flying out.

I’ll film Cho Hoon scoring dope that day.

We need that to nail him for good.

Odds are tight, but one-on-one. Let’s go all in.

Yeom Tae-soo.

Prosecutor Ko, they’re after Cho Hoon.

Good.

I’m in till Yeom Tae-soo’s nabbed.

You guys handle the rest. Got it?

Got it. Quitting dope’s tough.

Think I had it easy?

Why ask me? I don’t know!

What are these junkie bastards doing?

Aight!

Clapping’s for suckers.

Let’s do this! Fight!

Japan Haesangho, 3 kilos!

3 kilos!

3 kilos?

3 kilos of dope, 3, 7, 20, 1.1.1 billion.

Right?

Yo.

The blade…

Who’re you?

Hwang Nam!

Here for a health check.

As expected.

Some snitch punk’s already trying to cut a deal with me.

Boss, we’re in distribution, straight-up distribution.

But tell the lower line to know their place.

What’s that kid gonna live on?

They’re all my boys, you know.

Grab a big shot of dope and bounce.

Hwang Nam!

Yeah?

Yeom Tae-soo’s got you in deep.

Smuggling, exporting, running a drug ring.

You wanna cuff yourself, or Yeom Tae-soo?

Yeom Tae-soo?

Yeah, Yeom Tae-soo.

Sit, sit, sit.

Our boss Kim Hwang-nam, the punk who fucked you over, Yeom Tae-soo.

You know who I’m talking about, right?

What if I help you out?

The Bukhansan Blue coming from China,

Just tell me the line going to Yeom Tae-soo.

Where’s it at?

Goods come from China to Incheon.

My kid moves it to the factory, packs it nice.

Then Yamamoto’s truck rolls in from Japan to our factory.

One guy from Yamamoto, one from Yeom’s side, they show up.

They load eel and dope on the truck, head to Busan to meet Yeom Tae-soo.

Incheon to Busan, straight shot, one stop.

Yeonsin’s place, right at Jujeong-dong’s entrance in Incheon.

The Japanese driver’s hooked on that joint’s soup.

When?

This Friday, early morning shipment.

Chairman Kang Myeong-cheol of Haeshingunryeong handed 5 billion won in cash to Congresswoman Park Hyun-sook in this very room.

Right here, Kang Myeong-cheol gave Park Hyun-sook 5 billion won,

And the prosecution says it was used as Yoon Seong-hyeok’s campaign funds.

Signal’s fully blocked.

Cover it like this, and it’s airtight, right?

How’s it look?

Looks good.

If it feels risky, get out. Call me if shit hits the fan.

Heard that same crap a year ago…

Yo.

Back then, I…

Don’t apologize.

I’m not ready for that yet.

And let’s be clear, I’m doing this because I want to.

All set?

Grab the footage, text me right away.

Just do your part right.

Scared?

Let’s go.

Think this plan’ll work?

What’s a detective under Eom Soo-jin’s pressure gonna do?

Why’s a washed-up snitch preaching to me?

Junkies never apologize, no respect either.

I quit, man. Stop calling me a junkie.

You think quitting’s that easy? You junkie bastard.

Fuck, that’s not how quitting works… fuck it.

Fine. Beltrami.

This whole op is fucking toast.

Wouldn't it just be easier to grab those assholes and fuck 'em up now?

We gotta get the product first, no matter what.

Grabbing Yeom Tae-soo after that? That'll be a piece of cake.

The second he finds out his shit is gone, he'll come running out, losing his mind.

Alright, alright! I get it.

Just be the lookout.

Look at me.

Be out in ten.

That fucking junkie...

Hey, Sujin. You know how overseas they have all those places to help junkies get clean, right?

But does Korea have anything like that?

Nope. That's what we should do.

We find a nice spot somewhere abroad, lock the doors...

and charge like, ten grand a head. I'm telling you, that's a real business.

What junkie has money to get clean?

Hey, I'll get you clean for free.

Hey, you need someone with you to kick a habit.

You gotta eat right, have someone cheering you on...

If you're gonna preach, I'm not coming.

Hey, hide!

Hey, where the hell did he go? He should've said something.

Excuse me.

I'm gonna need to see what's in the bag.

Boss, the stuff is top quality. I even set aside the extra scraps for you.

The Japanese guys are waiting at Gamcheon Port's third pier.

It's delicious. "Delicious," you asshole. Not "oishii"!

Yeom Tae-soo!

Well, what a fucking pleasant surprise.

My grandma's fine, right?

Get in the car, you son of a bitch.

You're really determined to do this the hard way.

You bastard!

Yeom Tae-soo!

Grab the gun!

The gun, grab the gun!

Grab the gun!

Block him!

You give up?

Think so?

What are you talking about?

Lee Kang-soo!

You bastard!

You son of a bitch!

You son of a bitch!

You bastard!

Detective, don't you know you shouldn't be working like this?

Where's the video? Tell me, now!

Kill him!

Time for your TV debut, right?

That was just the trailer. The main feature is the video Sujin brought back.

She's here.

She said it was a success.

Okay.

Let's do it.

Okay!

Hello, Prosecutor's Office? I'd like to report a drug crime.

Let me just ask you one thing.

It was Prosecutor Goo, right? The bastard who ordered you to frame me as a junkie.

Should I kill him?

Careful what you say, man. You'll get us all in trouble.

You're not the one selling the drugs. So you must have some leftovers, right?

Hey, you son of a bitch.

He's in bed with the prosecutor.

Don't you go anywhere. Wait.

But... I never got paid.

Um, Prosecutor.

A report just came into the narcotics division.

The caller specified Seoul's last sea route, a yacht named The Eclipse.

The Eclipse?

Yes.

That's our operation. Don't send the Coast Guard.

It could just complicate things.

Sit.

Boss, what is this?

Emergency arrest under the Maritime Act. Total is 5 kilos.

I'll take his statement myself later. Got it?

Boss, where are you going?

Look at him, causing trouble again.

Hey, I thought your part was just to catch Yeom Tae-soo.

I need to see Oh Sujin get out of there in one piece. Go.

Quiet! I said be quiet! Quiet! Quiet!

Officer Shin!

What?

I think someone's setting you up. Get out of there. Get out now!

What do you mean? The Coast Guard is on lookout.

They know the name and the exact location, so get out of there, now!

Yes.

Ah, Prosecutor. Detective Oh just came in with Yeom Tae-soo in tow.

Detective Oh with Yeom Tae-soo?

Yes. It looks like he was working with Lee Kang-soo on an op.

Lee Kang-soo?

Are you sure it's Lee Kang-soo?

You didn't see wrong?

No. I looked into it just in case,

and it seems that Uhm Sujin is also part of Lee Kang-soo's crew.

You know, the actress who was at that club, LaLa Live?

The three of them were seen together.

Lee Kang-soo, Uhm Sujin, Oh Sang-jae.

So Uhm Sujin is the one on the boat.

Hey, don't make calls out in the open like an idiot. You know Telegram, right?

Hey, Uhm Sujin.

Don't contact anyone until this deal is done.

Got it.

Hey, are you kidding me?

Don't just blow me off. Answer me properly.

Are you not going to answer?

Don't go running around like a crazy bitch looking for a fix,

and don't cause any damn trouble.

That won't happen.

Go, hurry.

You're with Uhm Sujin right now, aren't you?

You did it!

You did it! You did it, my man Kang-soo!

We're on our way. Just getting out of Yeouido now.

Make sure you bring the video.

Okay.

Hey, put Sujin on.

What?

Hey, get your face out of the camera. Just talk.

Why? I want to see your face while we talk.

Good work.

You said you'd crush that bastard, right?

Keep that promise.

I'll pay you back for what you did to me.

Okay. Now put our great Oh Sang-jae on.

Why?

Let me see you.

It's over, that's all that matters.

Let me see your face. I'm driving.

Don't you have anything to say to me?

I want a formal apology. Right to my face.

Come on. Do it.

Crying and begging wouldn't be a bad look on you.

Ah, just say it. What's so hard about one little word?

I'm sorry.

That's it.

That's enough, leave him alone.

Hello?

Hello?

Jeong-hyeok.

Jeong-hyeok.

Help me.

Are you okay?

Help me.

Help me.

Can you hear me?

Wait. You can't go. It's dangerous.

Hang on, boss.

No, no. It's dangerous.

Boss, stay quiet.

Boss.

I said, stay quiet, boss!

Let's end it here.

Nothing good comes from dealers and cops hanging out too long.

You got your revenge on Yeom Tae-soo,

so you got what you wanted.

Just go.

What are you going to do?

Post the video on social media,

and get the hell out of this shithole country.

Is this it?

Is this really the end?

You should at least apologize to Uhm Sujin before it's over.

And to your friend!

Just like Uhm Sujin wanted,

let's finish off Jeong-won too.

And get that apology from the prosecutor.

How the hell are we supposed to catch them with nothing?

This is the real deal.

Let's do this right.

Hey, Chief Gwan-hee.

Have you eaten?

Ugh, I can't drink this.

The call log here shows Lee Kang-soo and Oh Sang-jae.

These guys are a real pain in the ass, right?

Looks like I'm right.

After all that bullshit show about how you "took care of everything"...

Ah, shit of course.

I mean, is it really that hard? To do it cleanly, without a trace?

It's not that it's hard...

No, it's not hard, but you keep...

Just please, keep your goddamn head down.

Is that so difficult?

Gwan-hee, are you out of your fucking mind?

Who's the one who's crazy?

Right now, the news and the tabloids are having a field day,

and you pull another stunt in the middle of all this?

Chief Jo, look at me.

In Korea, a prosecutor...

can make a president, or destroy one.

This fucking bastard.

Whatever. I'll clean it up.

Cleanly. Neatly. Without a trace.

What the fuck is his problem?

So you're the big boss around here, huh?

Quite the pretty boy. Ready for your close-up?

It's been a while.

Been keeping well?

Wow. You're looking good.

You think?

Hey, you're looking good, too.

Has it been about a year?

That video really brought back old memories.

So you had it all this time?

Give it to me. It's useless to you.

Fuck you.

What did you say?

You son of a bitch.

Why would I give you the drugs?

If I'd asked you for a deal,

you wouldn't have given them to me?

Hey, Kang-soo, you little prick.

I think you've got a major misunderstanding here.

If this is about what happened a year ago, let's just clear the air.

Huh? It wasn't me.

You think I would've told them to go that far?

"Told them"?

What?

So you admit you told them to do something.

You're the one who told me to stay off drugs!

You said you were my goddamn brother!

Does a brother jam a needle in your arm?

You think I busted my ass studying...

just to spend my entire life

chasing after the asses of junkies like you?

Hey, you son of a bitch.

I don't know what kind of shit you're trying to pull,

but you better knock it off.

And if I don't?

You gonna kill me too?

I just might, don't you think?

You saw what I can do.

Okay.

Then in that case, what I do next...

What I'm about to do...

all the crazy shit I'm gonna stir up...

You just wait and see.

Next time we meet, it'll be in hell.

Well, well. Been a while, Seoul.

Hey, we should've just iced that Yeom Tae-soo punk.

Why'd we just hand him over to Oh Sang-jae?

The drugs Yeom Tae-soo was gonna give to Yamamoto...

I intercepted them.

How many bricks?

Twenty-five.

Yamamoto's gonna kill that punk Yeom Tae-soo.

That guy's got a nasty temper.

A hundred grand per kilo.

2.5 million dollars.

Cheap as hell, right?

So what do you need from me?

Just get me a boat to China.

Two people.

The other is Oh Sang-jae.

Hey.

What are you guys up to?

Gonna take down Prosecutor Goo and skip the country.

Prosecutor Goo?

Goo Gwan-hee?

Are you high?

You can get high, boss.

You just get the money and the boat ready.

And for the record, my head's completely clear.

What about her?

It's gonna take some time.

Don't worry about it.

I'm sorry.

Let's go.

Should I get the money ready?

Can't you hear the gears turning in his head?

Just hold on.

The guy who died yesterday, Go Chang-rang, used to live here with Kang-soo.

All we need to do is find the video that Lee Kang-soo has.

You should take this call.

Who is it?

I'm tailing Lee Kang-soo right now.

Figured I'd help you out, Prosecutor, and get in your good graces.

Sounds like you want something from me.

Yeom Tae-soo.

You know damn well...

that spot was originally mine.

Tell me Lee Kang-soo's location.

Word is, he's on his way to give Assemblywoman Park the video and the recording of your voice.

I'm leaving now.

A little faster.

We're out of time.

I'll go on ahead and get things ready.

You only get one shot.

Don't miss it.

It's all gonna be fine, so don't freak out.

Hey!

Lee Jae-beom! Lee Jae-beom! Lee Jae-beom! Lee Jae-beom! Lee Jae-beom!

Oh Sang-jae, Narcotics Division.

I have something for Assemblywoman Park Hyeon-sook.

We can deliver it for you.

I was told to deliver this to her in person.

Let me through!

Sir! Assemblywoman Park! Sir!

It's Oh Sang-jae!

Hey! Grab him!

Assemblywoman Park!

Assemblywoman Park!

Assemblywoman Park!

Assemblywoman Park!

Assemblywoman Park!

Assemblywoman Park!

Move! Prosecutor's Office!

Lee Kang-soo wasn't there.

You sure made a lot of copies, Detective Oh.

That's right, Prosecutor. I made them myself.

I'm planning on spreading them all over the goddamn country.

Where's Lee Kang-soo?

We already split. We both knew our relationship was doomed from the start.

At tonight's third presidential debate, hosted by the National Election Commission,

the drug scandal surrounding candidate Cho Sang-taek's son, Cho Hoon, is expected to be the main point of contention.

You're going to release this?

Reporter Son, you're the one who said it. If something's too hot to handle, you cool it down outside.

I know, but still. This is way too hot.

What, you scared?

Boss, are you switching sides?

A prosecutor's job is to investigate if there's a crime. What's so strange about that?

It's the same for a reporter, isn't it? You're on the side of truth.

Not on anyone's side.

Let's go. I think I know.

Why?

It's a bit of an emergency.

The prosecution showing up at a time like this...

Are they out of their minds?

Think about the bigger picture.

No, no. What are you doing? Are you messing with me?

Mr. Cho Hoon, either you walk in there on your own, or we're coming back with an arrest warrant.

That son of a bitch.

Hey, Reporter Son.

Cho Hoon is turning himself in. Tip off the press corps.

is known to have been assigned to Senior Prosecutor Goo Gwan-hee's team in Division 3.

It's Prosecutor Goo.

Goo Gwan-hee is on his way.

When there's a misunderstanding between investigative bodies, we can usually clear it up with a simple conversation.

Why does it have to be like this?

This is a withdrawal of appeal for your trial, Detective Oh.

Fax this to the court, and the "not guilty" verdict from your second trial will be immediately upheld.

Then you can continue your career as a police officer, can't you?

What do you think you're doing?

You know exactly what I'm doing.

Kang-soo has the original and the copies. Where the hell is he right now?

You seem awfully relaxed.

Even smiling.

Your daughter, is she about six? She's a pretty kid.

Let's be civil about this. You should protect your family before things get brutal, right?

We're live in front of the Prosecutor's Office.

The final presidential debate is scheduled for tonight.

Future Unification Party candidate Cho Sang-taek's son, Cho Hoon, has just voluntarily

appeared at the Seoul Central District Prosecutors' Office for a drug test.

You're being called the "Nation's Junkie." How do you feel?

Do you admit to the charges?

Mr. Cho, please say a few words!

Do you admit the charges?

Seriously, you could've just come through the underground parking lot. What is this, a damn spectacle?

Where's Prosecutor Goo?

Let's get this test over with.

This whole thing is a pain in the ass.

Are you going to stand there all day?

Have you thought about it?

Let me have a smoke first.

Send the fax first.

Shall we?

Chief, send the fax.

Alright, I get it.

Are you sure about this? Of course.

You've done your part.

Find Lee Kang-soo. You don't need to bring him back.

You know what I mean, right?

Hurry it up, will you?

The lawyer can just stay here...

Why? Why!

You can see everything from here anyway.

It's not like you're the one taking the piss...

Why are you pissing so slow?

Right here. Pee right in front of me.

Hey, there's booze.

Oh Sang-jae, when we get out, let's just live quietly.

Just because I want to live quietly...

I'm not sure the world will be quiet.

Don't go stirring up shit again, you never know what's coming.

We'll make sure everything with Cho Hoon is handled smoothly after he gets out,

so you can just rest easy in here.

You've worked hard.

Thank you.

By the way, that urine sample you gave me... whose was it?

It's from our chief's middle-schooler son.

It'll come back clean, of course.

Drug test: negative. No evidence of drug use found.

We'll release this as a news flash right after the debate ends.

We'll issue a warrant for Park Hyeon-sook tomorrow.

And a week after that is election day.

By that point, it'll be too hard for Yoon's camp to turn things around, no matter what they try.

Wow, Prosecutor Goo, you're really something else. Seriously.

Ah, wait a minute. That Song...

Reporter Son?

Yeah, Reporter Son. I really want to tear that bastard to shreds.

No need for that.

His career as a reporter is over anyway.

"Anyone who distributes footage against the will of the subject filmed..."

"in violation of Article 14 of the Act on Punishment of...

Sexual Crimes, shall be sentenced to up to 7 years in prison..."

"or a fine of up to 50 million won."

The law will take care of him.

He's a court reporter who thinks he's a goddamn prosecutor.

Keep up the good work.

My, you've been through a lot.

I mean, it's not like he killed someone.

To be dragged in here over some little drugs...

It's been a while, but I'm sorry to see you under these noisy circumstances.

I already spoke with your father. Told him not to worry.

Noisy? What are you talking about? This was a real crisis.

Not at all.

Thank you.

I learned a lot watching your father when he was a senior prosecutor in Suwon.

He used to chew me out all the time, saying I didn't know how to investigate...

We're almost there.

There's the little bastard.

Ah, he's so young, isn't he?

Prosecutor, I'm really sorry, but my dad is on TV right now.

Could you please turn it on quickly?

Could you just turn on the TV...

Ah, of course, we have to watch. We have to.

He said there was a debate.

Next is candidate Yoon Seok-ryeol.

Please remember to address your question to at least two of the other candidates.

Please begin. I have a question for candidate Cho Sang-taek.

Gwan-hee.

Yes.

When are you holding the press conference?

I plan to do it right after the debate ends.

Timing is always crucial.

Yes, sir. I'll keep that in mind.

My, the candidate is looking sharp.

If it is revealed that my son did in fact use drugs,

I, Cho Sang-taek, will immediately...

...withdraw from the presidential race.

The people of this nation called upon me...

to build a decent country for once...

Um, Mr. Cho, one moment, please.

I'm sorry to interrupt,

but there is a video that is currently...

spreading rapidly on YouTube and social media,

and I think we need to verify it.

Please bear with us.

Kang-soo!

Well, I'll be damned. So glad to see you.

There it is.

You came looking for this?

Kang-soo, you there?

Welcome. Thanks for all your hard work.

It wasn't too hard to find, was it?

A man who appears to be Mr. Cho and...

Goo Gwan-hee, a man who appears to be...

a senior prosecutor...

can be seen having a conversation...

as it spreads across the airwaves.

Our chief.

Our chief!

The middle-schooler's...

Why the hell is that on there?

Our chief!

Drug test: negative.

No evidence of drug use found.

Right after the debate ends...

we'll release this as a news flash.

We'll issue a warrant for Park Hyeon-sook tomorrow.

He's a court reporter who thinks he's a goddamn prosecutor.

What you are seeing is that exact...

live video feed.

The man standing appears to be...

Prosecutor Goo Gwan-hee.

Candidate Cho Sang-taek's son, Cho Hoon...

is also visible.

The man sitting has been identified...

as Mr. Cho Hoon.

Right now...

he is hiding the camera...

and quickly taking cover.

Hey, put that down!

The prosecutor's staff is seen...

hiding the camera.

Goo Gwan-hee!

He is leaving the room.

Hey, Goo Gwan-hee!

Goo Gwan-hee!

One, two, one, two, one, two!

As of now, it seems everyone has left...

...and it's quiet.

I can hear applause.

It seems someone is still in the room.

Right now, viewers,

because the blinds have been lowered,

you can only follow along through the audio.

Oh? Just now, something...

sounded like it was thrown...

we just heard that sound again.

Are they trying to hide some kind of evidence?

Someone is definitely still in the room...

We are currently broadcasting the live feed...

to you live...

Listen carefully.

The annex room next to the senior prosecutor's office.

Everything is going to happen in there.

You're saying you'll rush into the prosecutor's office yourself?

How?

Tell Prosecutor Goo to make one phone call.

Say you'll hand over Lee Kang-soo.

And why should I help you guys?

You're looking for Lee Kang-soo, aren't you?

He has to go inside that annex room. No matter what.

Let me have one smoke.

Of course, we don't have to go in there ourselves...

The microphone in the lighter...

will automatically sync up...

with the camera the moment the flame is lit.

I made you quit smoking,

so you must have been bummed.

Are you two a couple?

Let's do this one dirty trick...

and do it right.

That was fast.

Real fast.

So you made it this far?

You son of a bitch!

You bastard!

Do you have any idea how I got here?

You motherfucker!

You should have held on.

I told you.

If you fall from there...

Killer view.

I believe that because I was lacking and lost the election,

I am now paying the price.

Oh no, what's gonna happen to my dad?

No!

Get down from there!

You think you guys can catch me?

You can't catch me!

Hey, hey, hey, you'll get hurt!

Let's be quiet.

Hey, hey, hey, you'll get hurt!

I'm Superman!

Superman!

Okay, okay.

It doesn't tickle...

Stop trying to walk!

Come to my office tomorrow.

Ever think about working with me?

Ah...

3 billion won in cash is way too sweet a deal.

Right?

You're saying the same thing.

What's with you?

Let's do it!

Me too! It's my last gig as a dealer!

Yosh!

High five!

This is wild!

Hahahahaha!

Get out, get out, get out!

Hey!

What?

What?

Hey, run!

What?

Don't tell me you were gonna keep this all for yourself!

No way!

Put the gun down.

Let's split it.

Fifty-fifty!

Really?

Hahahaha!

Okay! Fifty-fifty!

Hahahaha!

Hahahaha!

Bro, get in.

Ugh, untie me already!

Ugh, seriously!

I'll be home early.