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100 DAYS OF DECEPTION

You are…

a spy, aren't you?

A spy from the Gugukdan.

Yes.

I am a spy.

So tell them to arrest me now.

Do I look like I'm joking?

Yesterday,

when the bomb went off…

Are you okay?

Now, let's get out.

Why did you save me?

I'm sorry.

That was…

I didn't save you.

I just tripped.

You're lying.

Fine, let's say I really am a spy.

Then do you think I'd come right out and say, "Yes, I'm a spy"?

I don't know what made you think that.

But I'm telling you,

I'm really not a spy.

Is this about yesterday's banquet bombing?

They said some mentally disturbed Japanese man acted alone.

But let's be honest.

It doesn't matter if I'm a spy.

The Government-General can call me one whenever they like.

So what's the point of asking me?

What is it you want me to be?

Are you hoping I'm not a spy, or…

that I am?

I'm hoping you're a spy.

Please! I'd rather you were a spy.

At least then,

you wouldn't be with Yoo Philip or have to endure his beatings.

And I wouldn't have to feel…

so confused about you anymore.

Come in.

Ms. Keum.

Mr. Sato.

Congratulations.

Excuse me.

Ms. Keum.

Did you see this?

INSPECTOR GENERAL SATO'S SON TO MARRY KIM SEUNG-EOK'S DAUGHTER

I guess it's over for me now.

Dad!

EPISODE 11

Dad.

Good grief, Myung-nam. You're going to burst my eardrums.

This is your doing, isn't it?

Oh, you finally saw it.

I wish they had printed your photo a little bigger.

Still, that's a nice photo.

How can I make the front page when the Government-General was bombed?

We haven't even set a date yet.

Oh, come on.

I know exactly what I'm doing.

Thanks to that headline, people will be talking about your engagement

even more than they do about the Government-General bombing.

They need to know that I, Kim Seung-eok,

have the inspector general's back.

Dad.

Everyone makes mistakes

and ends up losing face at some point.

If you help at a time like that,

you can get them on your side at little cost.

Dad, please…

Myung-nam, are you crying because you're moved by my wisdom?

Yes.

You're really something, Dad.

Good heavens, a face like an angel, but that temper…

What do I do about that temper of hers?

She won't change until her husband knocks some sense into her.

I can't even…

It came out just fine.

Lee Ga-kyung.

Get a hold of yourself.

Oh, Ms. Yamada.

I thought you'd be at the Inspector General's Office,

but here you are.

I need to stop by the pneumatic tube room.

Well then.

I'll be off.

Okay.

I can't keep leaving this here.

What should I do?

I'm sorry.

You've got to be kidding me!

I paid a fortune to have this custom-made at Ginza Boutique!

I'm so sorry.

Who brings smelly food into the building? What were you thinking?

I'm sorry.

Go wipe it off in the bathroom.

This day just keeps getting worse.

Can you send this through the pneumatic tube?

The inspector general asked me to send it to the governor-general's residence.

GOVERNOR-GENERAL, IWAMURA SHIGERU

If you hand it to Mr. Mitarai, he'll send it.

Okay.

Thanks.

Sorry about that.

Naengmyeon doesn't smell, though, right?

I'm a Joseon person.

I see.

Where are you delivering that?

It's for Mr. Toilet.

Toilet…

You mean Mr. Mitarai?

Yes.

"MITARAI," "TOILET" SAME CHARACTERS

Normally, the customer is supposed to pick it up on the first floor.

But "Toilet" makes me bring it inside.

And that's every day.

Apparently, he can't leave his post.

He never gets tired of naengmyeon.

Every single day?

Operator, put me through to the governor-general's residence.

Hello, this is the Government-General's pneumatic tube room.

A pneumatic tube carrier is coming

from the inspector general to the governor-general,

so please stand by.

Thanks.

Hey, you, naengmyeon yobo.

Stop dawdling and go wait outside!

By the way,

aren't you supposed to pick up food deliveries at the entrance?

You think I've got all the time in the world like you?

I don't even have time to take a bathroom break.

It's his job to come pick up the bowls.

Isn't that what yobos are for?

You get lost too!

Seriously.

Go screw yourself.

What did you just say?

Use chopsticks.

In the language of Joseon, they're called "jeotgarak."

You just cursed at me, didn't you?

You cursed at me in your language!

Good heavens, of course not.

Listen carefully.

The English word is "chopsticks."

In Japanese, it's "hashi."

In the Joseon language, we say "jeotgarak."

You little…

Your noodles are getting soggy. You should eat them now.

"Jeotgarak"?

INTERPRETER TRAINEE KEUM SEO-HEE

Since the Gugukdan was behind yesterday's attack,

could she be one of them too?

Gugukdan…

I just went to the bathroom.

It's pretty dusty. I need to do some cleaning.

Ms. Keum.

Right.

I'll go check if Mr. Laurent is in yet.

Mr. Laurent

left Gyeongseong early this morning.

What?

Because he was shaken by what happened yesterday?

Yes.

My father and the chief of police

are tracking down a woman from the Gugukdan.

You should be careful too.

My goodness.

I told you

I'm not a spy.

I don't know why you're telling me this.

Because I want to save you.

So…

stay safe.

Okay.

Thanks anyway.

I'm not a spy, though.

You had a high fever all night.

I wish I could stay with you, but I have to go to work. I'm sorry.

Call me if anything happens. I'll come right away.

Come to think of it,

how on earth did they get the bomb inside?

Every entrance and passageway was under guard on the day of the banquet.

It was impossible for outsiders to get in.

Who'd dare bomb the Government-General?

Exactly.

If it was an outsider.

Sorry?

But then,

doesn't a Joseon person go in and out of the Government-General every day…

riding on an American's coattails?

100 DAYS OF DECEPTION

You are…

a spy, aren't you?

I'm hoping you're a spy.

And I wouldn't have to feel…

so confused about you anymore.

I saw it myself.

Sato Hideo

murdered Songjeon.

Because I want to save you.

So… stay safe.

None of this adds up.

What the…

Who do you think you're trying to steal from?

What the hell?

You picked the wrong person to mess with. I've been…

Wait.

Lee No-ma.

Lee Ga-kyung?

What? The Government-General?

You're telling me you work for the Government-General?

Yes.

Come on, Ga-kyung, you're just teasing me because it's been so long.

Come on, let me see your fingers.

You're…

not crossing them.

Seriously? Did you really…

get a job at the Government-General?

Yeah.

Unbelievable.

I know you love money

and couldn't care less about Joseon's independence,

but how could you work for the Government-General?

I heard the Gugukdan bombed the Government-General yesterday.

Bam!

Those Japanese police went…

Bak-chun heard about it and told us.

The whole neighborhood was so thrilled.

You're holding it upside down.

How did you know?

Some people would die for Joseon's independence.

Ga-kyung, you're a Joseon person too.

And hey, we're friends.

Think about how my parents died during the Manse Movement,

and about Kkot-nim.

So how can you possibly work for them?

No, you can't.

I'm sorry, No-ma.

Yeah.

Okay. Sure.

I get it.

So, yeah…

Remember your ointment.

No-ma, wait.

Kkot-nim was really sick.

She was really sick?

Why? What's wrong? How is she now?

She's a little better now.

But even when she was burning up and moaning in pain,

she kept asking for you.

I get you couldn't talk about working for the Government-General,

but how could you not come see Kkot-nim?

Were you trying to cut us out of your life completely?

There's nothing suspicious.

There are two Josenjings working here.

But there's nothing suspicious here?

Chief.

SIN TAE-JIN

A pawn ticket?

What?

What did you just say?

That I think Sato Hideo

has started to suspect I'm a spy.

But how…

Why? How could you let him find out?

Well…

I'm not sure.

I told him I wasn't a spy, but…

Don't trail off and finish your sentence.

What exactly did Sato Hideo say?

How on earth did he catch on?

That must be why

Sato Hideo came here last night.

He was looking for solid proof.

So, you told him it wasn't true.

What else did you say?

I told him he was seriously mistaken

and that it wasn't true at all.

But…

But?

He said the inspector general and the chief of police

were after some woman from the Gugukdan.

He warned me to be careful.

That's what Sato Hideo said.

Why would he tell you that?

I'm not sure why he did.

He's trying to win your trust so he can catch us.

Don't fall for it.

Okay.

Because I want to save you.

You have to get a hold of yourself.

You can't fall for it.

Do you hear me?

Yes.

We need to tell our comrades right away.

Mr. Hideo.

Good evening.

What brings you here at this hour?

I'm sorry to drop by so late.

The police visit yesterday must've been unpleasant.

I wanted to apologize and thank you for the article you wrote today.

So I thought I'd drop by.

You didn't have to come all the way here.

In any case, thank you.

All right then.

How about a drink?

Tomorrow happens to be a holiday.

Yanagi. You know how to write Joseon characters, right?

Write the word "big brother" for me.

BIG BROTHER

FATHER

Does this mean "big brother" in the Joseon language?

This says "oppa."

It means "big brother."

This means "father."

Abeoji.

"Oppa."

"Abeoji."

Then, what about "mother"?

"Eomeoni."

So that's what it looks like.

"Mother" in the Joseon letters.

Yanagi.

What did my mother look like?

Not the one from the Sato family who passed away last year.

I mean the Joseon mother who gave birth to me.

I don't even have a single picture of her.

Mrs. Sato would always glare at me.

She'd beat me when Father wasn't around.

It hurt so much.

She never said anything to Hideo,

but when he and Father weren't around,

she'd call me a filthy Josenjing.

She was so nasty. No wonder she was sick right up until she died.

Yanagi.

What was my mother like?

You remember her, don't you?

Was she pretty?

What were her eyes like?

What about her nose?

And her lips?

She was so much prettier than Mrs. Sato, wasn't she?

Yanagi.

She died giving birth to me.

That's why Father hates me, right?

You're home, sir.

I'm sorry.

I didn't realize you had come home.

Welcome home.

I'll clean it up now.

You can't even look me in the eye.

Are you

scared of me?

I'm sorry, Father.

Your mother…

didn't fear me in the slightest.

I'm sorry.

I won't do it again, Father.

Yanagi.

I'm sorry, sir.

I shouldn't have done that.

Use this

to start the fire.

Yes, as you wish.

Where's Hideo?

He hasn't come home yet.

Seo-hee brought some chocolate.

Hope you have a good time.

Are you leaving?

Come have a seat. You already know each other.

Sure.

My wife is taking a bath at the moment.

Seo-hee and I were about to enjoy some time together.

You've ruined the moment.

Oh dear.

Looks like I'm an unwelcome guest.

But since I'm already here,

you may as well keep up the act.

I heard you asked Seo-hee today if she was a spy.

Yes.

She may have sticky fingers, but she's hardly a spy.

She's just a hopeless romantic.

A romantic, you say…

You mean people who'd risk their lives for love?

Exactly.

Some people would put their lives on the line for other things.

For example…

the independence of Joseon or something like that.

The independence of Joseon?

Just as some people would die for love,

others would risk their lives for Joseon's independence.

What do you think drives them?

What could possibly make them

go that far?

They might never even live to see independence.

And even if it comes,

what's the point if they're already dead?

Of everyone I've met, no one believes in love as deeply as you do.

I just started wondering

how you feel about those people.

I'm not sure.

I'm an American, born and raised in Hawaii,

so I can't fully understand how they feel.

But the Joseon laborers in Hawaii's sugar plantations

teach their children to speak the Joseon language,

knowing their kids might never even visit their homeland.

And they scrape together every penny to send money to the independence cause.

All while they can't afford to put butter on their kids' bread.

They're a rather foolish bunch.

Every time I asked, they all said the same thing.

"Because I love my country."

That was all.

Wouldn't it be scary?

To love…

To love something that much.

One Joseon man in Hawaii once told me this.

There's nothing frightening about loving someone.

What's truly frightening is losing them and having to keep living.

I hope you find a love like that

for yourself someday, Mr. Hideo.

I meant no offense, especially with your wedding coming up.

I saw the article about your engagement.

It was all over the front page.

I also saw…

the article you wrote about the banquet yesterday.

I came to thank you for that, but I nearly forgot.

Thank you.

Much obliged.

Well then,

I'd better get going.

Do you believe people can change?

Even for…

someone like me who's never felt anything like that?

Absolutely.

Don't we all dream of that kind of love?

Ms. Keum…

do you think so too?

Yes.

I think people can change.

Well, Mr. Hideo.

You're the inspector general's son,

yet you want to understand those people.

That's incredibly admirable.

Even so, in their eyes, you're nothing more than Japan's lapdog.

I apologize if I've offended you.

Perhaps I've had one too many.

What?

There's no Jongno Pawnshop in Jongno?

No, sir.

There were similar names

like "The First Jongno Pawnshop" or "Jungno Pawnshop."

There were over 20 pawnshops with similar names.

But none of them was called "Jongno Pawnshop."

Not only does it not exist today, but it didn't exist in 1919 either,

the year indicated on the pawn ticket.

What about Sin Tae-jin?

Don't tell me you couldn't find that name either.

That's right.

The name Sin Tae-jin didn't appear on the wanted list

for independence fighters or in any prison records.

And we couldn't find anyone who knew Interpreter Sato

by his Joseon name.

Jongno Pawnshop…

Sin Tae-jin…

What did you just say?

Her cover's been blown?

Yes, apparently, Sato Hideo confronted her directly.

Though she denied it.

Sato Hideo…

As if killing Songjeon weren't enough, now he's up to something.

First, we need to get her out of there.

We can't let her stay at the Government-General.

But if she quits,

won't they take it as proof that she's a spy?

Even so, we can't just do nothing when her cover's already blown.

There's also a chance Sato Hideo's turned her against us.

We got her to spy for us with money and a chance to go to America.

She might have accepted a better deal

and started setting a trap for us.

That's enough.

We can't make baseless assumptions.

We'll say our affair is over,

fire her, and send her to Shanghai.

Shanghai?

She's been dreaming of going to America. Won't that cause trouble?

Then wouldn't it be better to get rid of her?

Chi-gun!

Should she get caught on the way to Shanghai and talk,

it'll be the end of all of us.

However strong someone's will is, torture can break anyone.

Even so…

Yes, I know.

Cheol-yong endured Sato's torture at Jongno Police Station

and ten years in Seodaemun Prison.

The difference is, he believed in Joseon's independence.

That girl has no such belief, does she?

Fine.

So in the end, a spy is doomed to die.

They either get caught and killed or we kill them.

Since when have we treated

the lives of innocent Joseon people so lightly?

And remember, she trusted us and worked for our cause.

She gave up her dream of going to America,

and came back to save our lives.

But all our lives are on the line.

Then let's ask someone who's served our cause as a spy for a long time.

Suzuki.

I mean, Seog-won.

Thirteen years ago, when I was studying in Tokyo,

I accepted Un-hak's offer to become a spy and joined the Gugukdan.

I was willing to risk my life then,

and I still am.

But…

she's still young.

I want to make sure she gets out of this safely.

Yes, understood.

And I'm sorry for what I said. I meant…

I understand. It's all right.

I'll come up with the money to keep her quiet.

We owe you yet another favor.

You're all risking your lives.

Selling a few pieces of gold is nothing.

We should all lie low

for the time being.

We can't keep hiding forever.

We need to get rid of Sato Hideo.

Kkot-nim.

Ga-kyung, I missed you so much.

Have you been well, Kkot-nim?

Oh dear, I heard you were sick.

You're skin and bones now.

I'm okay.

Are you back from America?

Are you going to live with us again?

No.

I have to go back to America.

Look what I got for you, Kkot-nim.

Ta-da! Chocolate.

Wow, chocolate!

Did you get this in America?

I sure did. I bought it in America.

America? More like with your Government-General paycheck.

What? What general?

-Kkot-nim. -Never mind.

Chocolate.

How is it?

It's so yummy!

Do you like it?

When will you come back from America next time?

Can't you come whenever the boss goes to church for rice cakes, like today?

My teacher comes on the days the boss goes to church too.

What?

There he is!

Teacher!

Hey, why didn't you tell me Kkot-nim had her reading lesson today?

What did you say?

How are you doing, Kkot-nim?

Wait, do you two know each other?

Teacher.

This is great!

Ga-kyung is here, and so is my hangul teacher!

Hello.

"Ga-kyung"?

So you have hangul lessons today.

If I'd known, I wouldn't have come today.

I should get going.

Kkot-nim.

Ga-kyung?

Is that you, Ga-kyung?

It is you, Lee Ga-kyung!

Didn't you go to America?

Geum-ok, that's--

You rotten thing!

Why are you hitting me?

How could you vanish without a word, you rotten thing?

You deserve a beating.

That hurts!

Your rubber shoes!

Do they fit okay?

Yeah, they fit perfectly.

Thanks to these, my toes stay off the dirty ground.

I'm glad. I'd better go now.

Stop distracting me.

-I'm going to whack you with this. -No.

Wait, stop, that hurts!

-Get over here. -You'll mess up your shoes!

Hello.

Hello.

Kkot-nim.

What was her name again?

Her name is Lee Ga-kyung. Lee Ga-kyung.

Nice to meet you…

Ms. Lee Ga-kyung.

Oh, right.

I've got another letter from my brother.

IM GEUM-OK

Dear Geum-ok,

my name is Kim Seok-gu. I've been staying with Geum-deok.

Geum-deok talked about you a lot.

What is it?

Is he asking me to send him money again?

Geum-deok worked hard, but he got sick from hunger.

The farm wouldn't pay him.

He asked them many times to pay him, but they beat him instead.

He said he wanted to go home.

Those were his final words.

I'm sorry.

Is that what it says?

That little punk.

He knows I'm barely putting food on the table by weaving straw mats.

And if he dares ask me for money again…

It says Geum-deok…

gets white rice with every meal.

White rice?

For real?

He left for Manchuria because we couldn't even afford barley rice.

He's eating well and doing fine.

He says Manchurian winters are brutal, but it's been warmer lately.

And he says he used the money you sent

to buy himself new clothes.

And this is all I've got.

He's living the good life.

That's not all.

Guess why Geum-deok bought new clothes?

-Why? -Look here.

He found a girl he likes.

What?

Hey, in that case…

Oh my goodness.

No wonder he needed money.

He's a sharp kid, that one.

Geum-deok says he's going to be pretty busy from now on.

So even if you don't hear from him much,

don't be concerned.

Who cares about letters now?

My little brother is about to get married.

-That's great. -Geum-ok.

That's wonderful news.

Tell me about it.

Should I send him some more money?

Are you serious?

You won't listen unless I do this, will you?

Oh dear.

How could we leave our homes?

What a load of rot!

That's right! And listen.

This is my home. Where am I supposed to go?

We've sent you plenty of demolition notices already.

Here, look.

Demolition notices?

We know nothing about that. What do you mean?

You wouldn't know because you can't read.

Are you telling us to become homeless?

That's your problem to figure out, damn it!

You wouldn't dare say a word to the Japs!

Why do you come here

and bully your own people? Just why?

You live in a shack next to graves. What are you complaining about?

What's wrong with the graves?

This is our home!

Where in Joseon isn't there a grave?

People have lived and died on this land for 5,000 years.

So what?

You call this shack a home?

Even dogs wouldn't live here.

What? Did you just hit me?

You say even dogs wouldn't live here?

The dogs are all living there

at the Government-General.

Those sons of bitches.

Damn Japs, those sons of bitches!

You're nothing but their stooges!

Ruff, ruff! Bark like a dog.

Ruff, ruff!

-Ruff! -What the hell?

-What's with her? -Go on, bark.

-Hey, grab her! -Ruff, ruff!

You crazy bitch!

You scoundrels!

My baby! My baby.

No.

You jerk.

She's seriously insane.

You bastard!

Should I trample you too?

Should I trample you?

Oh no.

You bastard!

You hurt my baby!

-Stop her! -You!

She's gone mad!

She's unwell. She's not well!

Oh yeah?

I'll make you feel a whole lot worse.

You wait right there.

-Get over here! -Cut it out!

Who are you telling me to stop, you crippled bastard!

Mr. Lee!

You bunch of filthy lowlifes.

You all got a death wish?

Are you okay?

Your leg…

How could you beat people up?

You're no better than animals, you filthy lowlifes!

Geum-ok!

Who are you people?

What gives you the right to barge into--

And who the hell are you?

I said, who are you?

Don't touch her.

Look at this punk.

Let go.

I said let go!

Hands off! You hear me?

Let go!

What? Are you sure?

I'm going to kill you today.

-You bastard-- -Knock it off!

-Stop. -Let go.

I'll kill that bastard today!

That's Mr. Sato Hideo. He's going to marry our boss's daughter!

Sato?

I'm still shaken up over that incident at the banquet.

You weren't hurt, were you?

No, I'm fine.

Oh, right.

What did you think of the newspaper article?

I arranged it in a hurry.

It was very timely.

I'm glad.

I wanted to do something for the Government-General…

Or rather, for you, as family.

I arranged the sale of government property in Gyodang-ri

so I could repay you someday down the line--

Please keep your voice down.

If there's nothing else,

I'll get going.

I was 16 when I first went into business.

My late father used to say,

"Once a scale tips to one side,

it's bound to tip again. Don't bother fixing it."

I straightened things out for you this once.

But if you go off balance again,

then I'll have to invest in a new scale.

We're terribly sorry.

You're Mr. Sato Hideo, the son of Inspector General Sato

at the Government-General, right?

The Government-General?

We work for Joil Textile Factory.

Please forgive our rudeness.

Hey.

My apologies, Mr. Sato Hideo.

Please forgive me!

I'm not the one who deserves your apology.

Pardon?

Yes, sir.

We're terribly sorry. Please forgive us.

What a cutie.

We were only here on our boss's orders

to notify the residents about the relocation.

We meant nothing else by it.

-You should leave now. -Sorry?

Yes, sir. Come on, hurry.

They're leaving just like that?

Good grief, the teacher was…

Kkot-nim's teacher…

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Is it true?

Tell me. Is it really true?

Why aren't you answering me?

Are you really

the son of someone important at the Government-General?

And you're marrying into the Joil Textile family?

What's your deal?

Was teaching Kkot-nim to read all part of some scheme?

What for?

What are you planning to do here after driving us all out?

Do we look like a joke to you?

That's enough, No-ma.

What?

Things aren't always what they seem.

So don't judge when you don't know the whole story.

Are you

taking his side now?

No, that's not it.

Ga-kyung!

Since you work with Japs at the Government-General,

do you think you're Japanese now?

Do you even know who he is?

His father is the leader of the Jap bastards who stole our country

and his father-in-law is a traitor who's trying to drive us out.

No-ma. Just hear me out.

Oh, I see. You…

Don't tell me you like this guy.

So it's true.

First you serve the Japs like a dog, and now you're messing around with one?

Just like your mom?

Ga-kyung.

That's not what I meant.

You're right.

I'm the daughter of a woman who slept with a Japanese man.

Ga-kyung.

I'm sorry.

You seem to have a fever.

You may have overdone it going out today.

Get some rest.

I want Seo-hee…

to go to America, not Shanghai.

I want to keep my word to her.

Yes, I understand.

But I can't guarantee it.

I'll do what I can.

I know you can.

Please marry her.

Just as you married me and got me an American passport,

I want you to marry her

and get her an American passport so she can go to America.

So-ran.

Once I kill Sato,

I won't need an American passport anymore.

So-ran.

Listen, So-ran.

I do think there's a chance she turned on us.

That's what being a spy does. It eats you up inside.

Still, I suggested we send her to Shanghai

because you worry about her and care about her.

It is all for you.

Now you want me to marry her?

I married you because you're you, So-ran. Because it was you.

And now you're telling me…

you're going to die right before my very eyes.

Watching you run a high fever all night, I was terrified…

I'd lose you.

So she's not

Keum Seok-jung's wife?

No, sir.

We questioned everyone in Kyeam-ri.

-Is this woman -Is this woman

-Keum Seok-jung's wife? -Keum Seok-jung's wife?

They say it's not her.

Every single one said she wasn't Keum Seok-jung's wife.

But

I think we finally got a lead on them.

The name of Keum Seok-jung's dead daughter was…

No, it's not her.

Seo-hee's mom was ugly.

She wasn't this pretty.

She said Seo-hee's mom didn't look this beautiful.

…Seo-hee.

Keum Seo-hee. That was her name.

Keum Seo-hee.

Yes.

Dinner at your residence tomorrow?

That's right.

I'd like you to bring your wife.

We're here.

Yes, we are.

Well…

About what No-ma said,

I hope…

you don't take it too hard.

All right.

Don't worry about Gyodang-ri.

I'll try to persuade Mr. Kim.

Why would you… do that?

Can you trust me?

No matter what I do or say?

You don't have to answer me right now.

But…

for now…

I just want you to trust me.

Lee Ga-kyung.

Yes?

I mean…

I wasn't answering you.

Lee Ga-kyung suits you…

much better than Keum Seo-hee.

Lee Ga-kyung.

May I call you that?

I do want an answer to that now.

Mom.

When I'm with him,

I don't want to be Keum Seo-hee.

I want to be Lee Ga-kyung.

Without deception.

Just…

as myself.

But I'm a spy.

I shouldn't be doing this.

Yes…

Interpreter Kim Tae-ung.

It's too late to go back.

What do I do?

Mom.

100 DAYS OF DECEPTION

This has to be a trap.

Do you want us to arrest Keum Seo-hee tonight?

We have no more time to waste.

We need to do whatever we can.

This pneumatic tube thing

is more than big enough to fit a bomb.

We could get a bomb into their hands in two and a half minutes?

Didn't I just tell you?

No one leaves the building.

I said I had something prepared.

I think Keum Seo-hee

is a spy.

Subtitle translation by: Youji Kim