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I knew that junkie was trouble. Detective Cha, grab him!
- He put his mouth on it! - What, now?
- Asshole, why can't you just stay still? - You bastard.
- Let me drink some water! - Come here, you punk.
What a shit show.
- Why won't you let me fucking drink? - Careful! You'll slip!
So who's the client?
Oh Jae-cheol, the son of Dongin Milling's chairman.
This prick asked for you as soon as he got here.
You're going national. Congrats.
Nice! I'm better than some random lawyer.
So, has he got any priors?
Three for the same crime, one year of probation left.
Hey, Kang-su. We got him spooked with possession for sale,
so put a pretty bow on it.
Come on! Putting a bow on him is hardly enough!
We got a VIP on the hook.
We need to dream big.
You don't look like a dealer.
How did you end up carrying around as much as 500 g?
Captain, how much is 500 g worth?
About five years.
That's long.
Shut the hell up!
Can you get me out?
That depends on whether you, me, and those guys
are satisfied or not.
Let's make it happen!
Go big or go home!
Okay!
Three dealers or higher-up, 20 million each.
Amount in kilos.
How many kilos?
Two kilos. 50 million won per kilo.
So 100 million, 160 million in total with the three heads.
In Bitcoins.
Buddy, got that?
In Bitcoins.
I'll leave the amount to you.
Okay!
Enough drugs for 66,000 users. A major drug ring busted!
You'll get the media coverage,
and you'll get to go home.
Okay.
- Damn it! - What the fuck, man?
Hey!
Back up!
Move your car, man!
Fucking hell...
Move your car, dude!
Chang-rak, you sure lack some manners, don't you?
You got out thanks to me.
You could've given me a call after you got released,
but I guess that wasn't so easy, huh?
Although you're doing your business as usual.
No, not this, dude!
How much came in?
Three kilos?
Lose two, all right?
Come on. How am I to get by if I lose two-thirds of it?
The world's longest-living junkies are Korean junkies.
Why do you think that is?
Because the cops lock you up
before you overdose.
Want to go detox behind bars for a bit?
Chang-rak, stop adding alum to the drugs!
You can't be the drug king like this!
Fine, what do you want?
Get me three scapegoats.
Not just users. I want dealers, mules, and distributors.
Wrap them up nicely.
If I don't get a call, you'll be the first to go.
Why the hell isn't that asshole here yet?
- Hey, here he is! - Gosh, stay still!
Here, check the goods.
All good?
Thank you.
Take it out!
Okay, that's 2 kg.
- Go, let's go. - Let's go, baby!
Why the fuck did she back up?
- What's her problem? - I'm sorry!
It hurts.
Could you step out and check the damage?
Hold up a sec!
- What? - Wait, don't get out.
Why? What's up?
Stay focused.
Something feels off.
Can you roll down the window?
Dude, back up.
Back up! Now!
- Don't move! - Stop them!
- Break the window! - Open the door, you pricks!
Babe, the door!
- Open the fucking door! - Open up!
- Floor it! - Get us out of here!
Get up there!
- Open up! - Open the damn door!
Bro, I did my part. You've got to cover my base costs.
Got it?
Open the fucking door!
Sang-cheol, they're headed your way. Block them!
You sons of bitches!
Jeez, what a bunch of fools.
Open the door, asshole!
You fucking pigs!
Go after them!
Damn it!
Still got one more hit left.
Junkies won't listen.
You've got to bulldoze them to get them out.
Guys!
Korea's drug scene is divided into three groups.
Those who deal, those who catch them,
and their liaison, like me.
I provide cases involving arrested junkies to the police.
These cases boost the cops' performance,
which comes back to the junkies as "Investigation Cooperation Agreement."
Here you go.
Investigation Cooperation Agreement.
There's your ticket out.
It can slash a ten-year sentence down to just one-third.
Check if it's legit.
It's plea bargaining, which only exists for drug crimes.
It came out nice and clean.
DEPOSITED: 160 MILLION (1.75 BTC)
You got the 160 million?
In short, all major drug busts are neatly greased wheels in this system.
Can you get everything?
I paid for it and I'll use them all, so why do you fucking care?
The media has to create a buzz for the police to look good,
only then will the Investigation Cooperation Agreement follow.
Kang-su, good work!
Salute!
My life runs between the junkies and the police across the country.
In the drug scene, people like me are called...
3 YEARS AGO
So, how old are you?
I'm 28, sir.
Twenty-eight?
Good.
- You've got to... - Jeez!
- ...spend your time wisely, bud. - Yes, sir.
One tiny choice will make you
either a rising star or a washed-up failure.
Here, rising star!
But sir, it's too much...
- Wait here for 30 minutes. - Pardon?
I'm going to go see my side chick for a bit.
- Here! Drink. - Sure.
Nice.
I'll be right back.
Holy shit...
You're under arrest for violating the Narcotics Control Act.
It tickles.
It tickles!
UIJEONGBU DETENTION CENTER NAME: LEE KANG-SU
Don't step on the door threshold.
Farting is only allowed in the bathroom.
Take off your shoes.
Oh, dear...
Go on, show him in.
- It's heavy, huh? Let me help you. - Thank you.
- Jeez! - What the hell?
- Son of a bitch! - I'm sorry!
How dare you fart in here! You fucker!
I'm going to kill you!
Every year, 23,000 drug offenders get locked up with blue inmate numbers.
- Hello, boss! - Good morning, boss!
Is it a Smurf day today?
Hey, Papa Smurf, come here.
Sit down.
You goddamn junkies. I told you not to sit here!
It wasn't until I became one of them that I realized
that my life had gone terribly off track.
But even in a fucked-up life, opportunities arise.
- Move closer! - Sit down.
Good afternoon!
Could you take some off the top?
Prosecutor Gu was just another prosecutor before meeting me.
On his tenth year,
he was exiled to Northern District, where he handled drug offenders.
There are 2,500 prosecutors in Korea.
Only 1% of them become high-ranking chief prosecutors.
The remaining 99% must resign within ten years.
But Gu had no intention of resigning from his post.
He began creating his own opportunities to make it into the top 1%.
Get the bug spray!
Drug investigations are no different from catching cockroaches.
Swatting a few that you see won't make them disappear.
To obliterate them, you've got to raid their nest.
Ko Heung-sik is in Cell Two, right?
He's in Cell Three.
Cell Four.
Yes, he's in Cell Two.
LIST OF INMATES IN CELL 2 LEE KANG-SU
Lee Kang-su.
Look at me properly.
Brush your hair aside.
Yeah, you don't have the look of a junkie.
- No, sir. - Looks like you've been framed.
You had a drink he gave you and blacked out?
- No doubt about it. - Yes!
That's right!
He used you because he thought he was going to get caught.
That's exactly it, Prosecutor!
Are you good at memorizing things?
Pardon?
Recite from memory.
"Lee Du-yong, 910304-1687954.
Shin Ji-yeop, 870507-1498752.
Kim Seong-rim, 790912-1487416.
9748-10, Jucheon-ro, Chojeon-myeon, Seongju-gun, Gyeongsangbuk-do."
- That's enough. - "Joo In-hoe--"
This guy's talented!
Ko Heung-sik is in your cell, right?
I don't know about this stuff.
You'll have to know everything here.
And I need to be informed of what you find out. Got it?
If you just fill in these blanks,
I'll cut your sentence by half.
What?
Six.
Seven.
Papa Smurf!
Punk ass bitch, I told you not to come here!
To do that, what do you need to do?
You'll have to get on Ko's good side, right?
Look at this sly bastard.
Hey!
Boss!
- Let go of me, you bastard! - What's your problem?
Hey!
You son of a bitch!
Hey!
Prick!
Give it to him.
Eat slowly.
Sir,
can I ask you for a favor?
What is it?
Hey!
You fucker!
You bastard! Let go!
Get him off!
Get off me, you pest!
Let go!
Freeze! Nobody move!
Hey, wait! What's this?
You dared to bring drugs in here?
- Son of a bitch! - That's not mine. It's not!
It's not mine!
That's enough. Cut it out.
Oh, dear.
Two packages of goods just came in.
Should we send them to Pyeongtaek and Incheon?
Send Myeong-cheon for the Pyeongtaek package,
and for the Incheon package,
send Jeong-yeop to get a sample first.
Prosecutor Gu.
Thank you.
Good job. Nice.
Come here.
If you leave it like this, it'll scar.
The other side. Your lips.
All done.
I'm Prosecutor Gu Kwan-hui of Criminal Division Two.
Based on the testimony of a subordinate of Ko Heung-sik,
a major drug ring leader held at Uijeongbu Detention Center...
What the hell is he saying?
Where the hell is the bastard Lee Kang-su?
Freeze! Don't move!
Lee Kang-su!
TRANSFERRED TO GWANGJU DETENTION CENTER
- Good morning! - Morning, sir.
GWANGJU DISTRICT PROSECUTORS' OFFICE
PROMOTED TO DEPUTY DIVISION CHIEF PROSECUTOR
I'm in Bangkok, Thailand!
I came here to learn some skills.
Beef?
What do you mean?
A beef gift set under my name?
It's no big deal. Let me know if you want more.
I have to go.
Come on, you didn't have to do that. But thank you, sir.
Your mom works alone in the orchard, she needs to eat well.
Didn't you tell her you're in prison?
If my mom finds out, she'll collapse.
You're a good son.
I don't know. What kind of good son serves in prison?
My mom raised me alone too.
She'd head to the market to sell fish before dawn,
and then wash dishes all day at a restaurant. Jeez.
She did all that for her son.
She'd always say, "Don't let other people look down on you."
"Be successful, no matter what. Just be successful."
It's burned into my ears.
Here.
Drink up.
Drink.
It's fine, I'll take care of it.
No need to worry. It's okay to drink.
I'm getting transferred to the Western District.
- You're finally entering Seoul? - It's technically Seoul,
but it's the one that handles the most mediocre cases out of the four.
I'll aim for the Eastern District next time,
then the Special Investigation Unit at the Central Prosecutors' Office.
What will you do when you get out?
Me?
Well, I...
I'm not sure.
If I were a real junkie, I'd celebrate with a big hit.
Cut it out!
I'm just kidding.
Kang-su, listen.
Why don't you become a professional snitch?
You'll never have to worry about making a living.
And you can help your bro out too.
Are you laughing?
It's just a bit awkward
to hear you suddenly say "bro."
From now on, consider me your brother. All right?
Sure.
If I can help you, I'll do it.
Not as a junkie and a prosecutor,
but as two real brothers.
All right, you're my brother now.
Brother! Let me pour you a drink!
Hey, promise me one thing.
Don't even lay your finger on drugs.
I'm saying this as your big brother.
The moment you stick a needle in your arm, your life is over.
Sure.
Shit, it's raining.
3 YEARS LATER, PRESENT DAY
- How far up are we going? - Captain, over here.
Evening, sir!
They've been like this for three hours.
They won't respond no matter what I say.
- Get in here! - Yes, sir!
- What are you getting all wet for? - Sorry, sir.
- Hold it! - It's driving me crazy, jeez.
- They won't listen! - Open the door already.
Miss, open up!
You have the right to an attorney and to remain silent!
No response. I'll handle it my way!
Cops are here. Things got serious!
You have to do something.
Sir, the tow truck is here.
Please take care of it right away!
Get going!
- Wait, please wait... - They're towing our car!
What do I do?
- It's positive. - She's too young for this kind of shit.
I was just told...
it was a pill for weight loss.
I'm preparing for a movie.
I didn't know it was bad.
Here we go again, the same old excuse.
I've heard all that already.
It's Eom Su-jin, you know?
Who gave you the weight loss pills?
If you stay silent, I won't be able to help you.
- Wait, I know that guy. - You do?
He was charged for drug use two years ago and got probation.
- Yeah, him... - His name is...
Yoo something, Yoo...
Yeah, something like that.
What's his name?
Yoo Min-gu... Yoo Se-yeong...
Got it. Yoo Ji-seong.
Yoo Ji-seong?
Ilmun Construction chairman's son, right?
Yes, you're right!
You don't know my name, do you?
Captain Oh Sang-jae, Narcotics Unit Two.
But the junkies call me "Jade Emperor."
Because once I catch you, I bury you in charges
and lock you up for life.
Should I make the call?
One call, and the reporters will swarm in like vultures.
Want me to drag you to stand in front of the reporters?
- Uncuff her. - Sure.
Your head must be spinning.
Wondering who you can talk about and who you can't.
Don't overthink it.
Whoever we catch, they'll rat you out.
"Eom Su-jin! The actress!"
If it gets to that point,
then I won't be able to help you out!
You know what I do with people like you, Su-jin?
If they just tell the truth, I let them go home.
Instead, I catch the dealer and fuck him up.
Even if I catch 100 users, there will be 100 more the next day.
It's a matter of time until those 100 turn into 200, then 400.
Where does it all start from?
The dealer who supplies the drugs.
So tell me.
Who gave you the drugs?
SEOUL EASTERN DISTRICT PROSECUTORS' OFFICE
Prosecutor.
Chief Prosecutor!
Kang-su! Come here.
This isn't it?
CHIEF PROSECUTOR, GU KWAN-HUI
For next year's presidential election...
Bro, what is this place?
It's called an attached office.
Not just anyone can come in here.
This is where we investigate VIPs
like conglomerate chairmen and former presidents.
We grill them in the interrogation room and then baby them here unofficially.
This place is not for regular folks. You're in the VIP room.
I'm a VIP, right? Unofficial VIP.
Wow.
You definitely have to climb high.
And look down at the entire view.
It sure feels empowering.
Does it feel good?
Kang-su.
Sometimes, when I look out,
I feel like I'm dangling off the edge of this railing, about to drop.
I get so darn nervous.
Shit!
If you fall from here, you'll be damn screwed.
That's why I'm holding on for my dear life!
So, you have to do well, you punk.
Right.
You know what I mean? We all need to do well.
Come on, man.
Why worry about stuff like that?
Bro, just keep looking up.
I'll give you my full support.
All right, I'm counting on you.
Since I've come this far, let's aim for the Special Investigation Unit.
Dude!
Now that's some confidence!
One sec.
This isn't anything special.
Open it.
A lighter?
Bro, if you're going all the way to the Central District SIU,
you need to smoke your cigarettes in style!
Use this until retirement.
Stay in style, okay?
Okay, thanks.
And this one's for myself.
What, it's a matching set?
What's that?
This stuff is called "Blue."
It's only available to the real big shots.
100% pure North Korean meth.
Low-level junkies can't even dream of this stuff.
The price is insane. Oh, man...
Come on, tell me, what's the deal?
- The thing is... - Yeah?
...a guy was caught with 500 g of this stuff last week.
I brokered a deal with the police on his behalf.
His name is Oh Jae-cheol.
The Dongin Milling heir.
I smell a hint of something baking.
Bro, this isn't baking.
It's gasoline leaking everywhere at the gas station!
If you just
light it...
Kaboom!
You'll get to Central District SIU,
and I'll go national.
So who's the guy spilling all this gasoline?
Yeom...
Mr. Yeom, but I don't know his full name.
Daegu gangster Yeom Tae-su?
- Got Gyeongsang-do dialect. - Yes.
Exactly 4.5 kg. 500 g melted in her stomach.
- Ma'am. - What is it?
Let's go bigger.
Stop using mules with condoms.
You've learned to be picky, haven't you?
Then you can do it yourself.
Stuff condoms into your stomach.
You bastard!
Boss!
Sons of bitches!
Put that down!
Fat fuck.
Should I continue?
Fucking hell.
Call that even for the missing 500 g
with his medical bills.
Did you see Kim Hak-nam flinch, trying to keep a straight face?
Should we take her out one of these days?
Her boys won't sit back and watch, though.
We've got to put her behind bars like her brothers,
so that we can deal Yamamoto's goods.
Boss, we'll block them up front.
Just hit them.
Let's hit when they reach Namdong complex.
Stay on their tail.
Mr. Yeom Tae-su! Seems like you've lost your edge!
You got pigs lined up behind you.
Isn't that Jade Emperor?
- What the hell? - There's no time to look back!
Get out of here. I'll cover you!
- Turn the car around! - Damn it!
Fucking hell!
Get out of the way!
- Who are you? - I'm Yamamoto's man!
Yamamoto?
That son of a bitch!
You punk!
No time for chitchat, get to Namdong Station!
Hurry!
- Go to Namdong Station! - Shit!
Look up 15RU8649!
You son of a bitch!
Yeom Tae-su is pulling over!
He's stopping at Namdong Station!
- Don't get caught. - Yes, sir!
Get going!
Out of my way!
- Which way? - Inside Namdong station!
What's your deal?
We can greet each other in person later,
head to platform 3, gate 4-2,
your guardian angel is there.
I'll see you there.
Are you running? Run!
One, two!
- Request backup! - Take the other side!
Go to the back!
Gate 4-2.
Move!
Yeom Tae-su!
Out of the way! Police!
- Make way! - Be careful!
- We're the police! - Police!
Back up, it's dangerous!
Put it down!
- Put it down, Yeom Tae-su! - Come at me!
Get it together, Yeom Tae-su!
Stop acting up and put that down!
Out of the way! Now!
Going up.
Doors closing.
Yeom Tae-su, put it down!
Screen doors are opening.
Mr. Yeom Tae-su?
Yeah, you're him.
- What the hell? - Get him!
We're from the Prosecutors' Office!
Prosecutors' Office.
- You're a prosecutor? - Yes.
What gives you the right to snatch away my suspect?
There seems to be some misunderstanding.
We've been staking this guy out for days!
Thank you for your hard work.
We have a warrant, see?
Let's go.
Is this some kind of joke? What's going on?
Bro!
Hey, isn't that the guy we saw in the car?
Yes, that's him!
His name is Lee Kang-su. He's on the rise as a snitch lately.
These guys are trying to steal my case.
Hi. I told you we'd greet each other in person.
Are you the one who snitched on me?
You already know the answer, so why ask?
You've been keeping busy outside.
Take some rest behind bars.
- Think of it as vacation. - Sir.
How many years will you ask for? Five years?
No.
Smuggling, illegal trade, usage, and possession.
Those are at least seven years.
If I wanted to, I could push for up to 15 years.
That's long.
So, how about we wrap this up officially here?
Or should we have an unofficial, private conversation?
INVESTIGATION COOPERATION AGREEMENT
Let's smoke a cigarette and sign, okay?
OH SANG-JAE
Here's an idea.
Why don't you take the lead?
Take the lead?
When you meet anyone here, just give me a call.
They'll never know.
You won't get into any trouble.
You can trust me on that.
Where are you?
I'll really be safe, right?
Just tell me the location, and slip out.
Laura Hill Hotel.
Laura Hill Hotel! Move!
Stay sharp and stay focused!
Where are you going? Let's head inside.
I'm suddenly not feeling well, so I think I'll go home and rest.
Hey.
See that geezer in blue?
That guy helps my father out a lot.
And gee, he really wants to meet you.
Come on, I'm really not well today. Next time--
Hey, Su-jin. Eom Su-jin.
You're not allowed to be sick as you please. Got it?
You cute thing. Nice acting, huh?
You could be the female lead now.
So pretty.
How about now? You wanna come along, right?
All right, Laura Hill Hotel.
We're here. Get out.
If I see you again, you're as good as dead.
Got that?
You'll need to wait in line for that.
But I'm not sure if your turn will come in time.
You're 236th in line.
Safety first. Be careful out there.
- Let's get ready. - Yes, sir!
- Let's move! - Hurry!
Sir.
I'll take my leave now.
All right, good work. I'll see you around.
- Hey! - Yes, bro!
If you're ready, let's head in!
Okay, let's go!
Let these people party here!
And we can have fun on our own.
How much?
- A ton! - A ton!
Okay, go and have fun.
So beautiful.
- You again. - I was about to call you.
Care for a hit?
It's a shit show.
Hey, take pictures and get evidence.
You're under arrest
- for violating the Narcotics Control Act... - What's up?
- Call an ambulance for her! - Call 911!
What the fuck?
Let's get a move on.
- Move! - What the fuck, man?
Hey, Dad.
How do I know where they're from?
But can they really barge in like this? I--
Who are you guys?
So you're the boss around here, huh?
A handsome fellow.
How about we get you on TV?
They're already bringing them out.
Damn it, what is this shit every time?
It's those Eastern District guys again.
We've got to make a living too!
What's going on?
- You got a warrant? - Always going on about warrants!
We can lock you all up for obstruction of public duty!
Are you fucking kidding me?
She's an informant--
- Captain, please don't. - Get your hands off me!
Captain, please calm down. You can't tell them that!
Detective...
Detective.
You'd better step aside here.
These bears just had to be so quick to catch onto things.
Give me a call so we can grab a drink.
- Sure thing. - Make sure to call me this time.
Prosecutor, sir!
You seriously can't conduct your investigation like this!
Let me go!
- Sang-cheol, just start the car. - Prosecutor!
- Hold on! - It's dangerous! Get back!
Hey there!
Great work!
But don't overdo it. It doesn't mean much anyway.
Stop the car!
- Let go of me! - No, sir!
Get back here!
CHIEF PROSECUTOR KIM MYEONG-HAK
Causing a ruckus won't do you any good.
I just made one call to keep things quiet.
15 MISSED CALLS
I really didn't know it would reach Chief Prosecutor Kim.
Because of your call, my phone's been ringing off the hook.
You must think I'm an easy target.
Come on now. I wouldn't have come in person if I thought that.
Why are you here?
Let's be honest here.
You want to move up, right?
If you handle this matter properly,
Candidate Cho won't just line his own pockets.
Build this connection, help him out a bit, and...
things will turn out even better for you.
Sir.
Nothing happened at Laura Hill Hotel.
Then...
should I kill him?
You've got to watch what you say.
...additional charges may be applied.
Bro, why aren't you picking up? I'm on my way to the bar.
Just wrap things up and come over, okay?
I know you got nothing to do.
Don't your underlings do all the work?
That was easier than hitting a deer.
We're from the Eastern Prosecutors' Office.
- Why are you here? - Please sit down.
- Captain, why are these people here? - We have a search warrant.
- What's up? Why are you here? - Hands off.
Yeom Tae-su testified
that you took bribes from him in the course of the drug investigation.
Kang-su.
Hey, Kang-su.
I came to give you a drink.
Don't touch me, asshole!
The veins pop out better when you tense up.
Don't! No!
No! Don't!
Here it comes!
Rising star actress Eom Su-jin has been arrested on drug charges.
Eom is accused of using methamphetamine at a hotel in Seoul,
and was detained today.
- Kyeok-hyeon. - Yes, boss.
- Make a copy of this. - Sure.
Oh, dear.
My turn came up fast.
I told you I'd kill you if I ever saw you again.
Kang-su, you son of a bitch.
Get up, man!
Please, don't...
I'm sorry...
Sorr--
I'm sorry...
You're totally screwed now.
That gasoline stinks.
No food. Keep him on meth for a month, then toss him.
Welcome, let me show you inside!
3 MONTHS LATER
- Welcome! - Hi!
- Salute! Right this way, please. - Salute!
Enough, your attitude is all wrong!
You think an addict realizes he's addicted?
Chang-rak!
That guy is screaming again.
- Damn it... - Check it out.
Quitting meth is harder than getting it, you dumbass.
I've got to go.
RESTRICTED AREA
Fucking hell, seriously.
You thought quitting meth was easy?
Chang-rak...
One hit, please!
Just one hit.
You son of a bitch!
- Open this gate! - What the fuck!
One hit. Just one hit!
You didn't eat again?
You said you wanted to quit!
Food tastes like sand, right?
But you need to eat to start feeling better!
When you're trying to quit drugs, you see roaches, spiders, and shit.
Take a hit.
Goddamn you!
2938.
1104.
AND 7 MONTHS LATER
If you check the location data from my phone,
you'll see that I never met Yeom Tae-su, who allegedly bribed me.
Finally, a question for the prosecutor who's kept me here for a year.
Can I investigate and arrest you based solely on a claim
made by a criminal with eight drug convictions?
I will now announce the verdict.
The defendant, Oh Sang-jae, is acquitted.
See you at the Supreme Court.
Hye-in!
Daddy's going home!
You did good.
It must've been tough for you.
PARK HYEON-SUK - SPOKESPERSON FOR YOON SEONG-HYEOP
I'm Park Hyeon-suk of the Creative People's Party.
I see.
One moment.
- You go on ahead. - You're so adorable.
Yes?
You've read the letter I sent, haven't you?
I understand that you were
at the Laura Hill Hotel incident last year.
Let's talk about that day.
My apologies.
I heard there's a video recorded from that day.
Can we talk about it?
Cho Sang-taek's son was also there, right?
- What exactly do you want to know? - Don't be like this.
He ended up like this because they believed some junkie's baseless claims.
- Isn't that what you should look into? - Stop it.
Let's go.
Come on.
- Candidate no. 1, Cho Sang-taek! - Candidate no. 1, Cho Sang-taek!
- Candidate no. 1... - Candidate no. 1...
Sir.
Come in.
Yeah, I know Park Hyeon-suk. She's the spokesperson.
No need to respond. Just stay out of sight...
No. I'll take care of it, so just leave for a month and lay low!
Don't you get it?
Yeah.
All right. Let's meet at Eclipse before you leave.
This fucker just won't listen and just yaps away.
This useless piece of shit.
I heard you asked for me. My apologies for being late.
You're not late at all. You're allowed to be.
You're a famous prosecutor.
Late or not, whatever.
But this woman. Park Hyeon-suk!
The election is less than a month away,
and she's poking around my friends' work and homes.
Yapping about the Laura Hill case from a year ago.
WARRANT DENIED FOR PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATE'S DRUG-USING SON
Can't you do something about her?
Park Hyeon-suk is a former journalist, so she can be tenacious.
She fixates on a few facts and spins them into a narrative.
Hey!
Stop beating around the bush.
Just tell me what you're going to do about it, old man!
Don't yell at me. I only just got here.
Give me time to think.
One minute.
Here's what I suggest.
Chairman Kang Myeong-cheol, who's locked up for accounting fraud,
is a high school alumnus of Candidate Yoon.
The total election fund delivered to Yoon's side is ten billion won.
Initially, it was three billion in cash, including dollars.
A week later, five billion in yen,
and finally, three billion in cash and gift cards.
Mr. Kang Myeong-cheol!
- The last figure is two billion! - I'm sorry.
Three, five, then two!
He's mixing up two and three.
Chairman, please sit over here.
I'm trying to help you return to managing your company,
so get your story straight.
This is your lifeline.
He'll say the mule was Park Hyeon-suk.
Would that do?
He really is a killer!
What a genius!
Shit, that's why I love you, Kwan-hui.
Okay, I'll talk to Dad about it.
Take good care of your friends, keep them on leash.
- Don't ruin things at the last minute. - Oh, come on.
Everyone's leaving by Saturday, so just keep that in mind.
Also,
don't get involved with junkies like Yeom Tae-su anymore.
Trusting dealers will only backfire.
Don't worry about it.
I'm Superman, so it's fine.
Join me and we'll make it happen!
Come on, everyone!
Don't they all look like members of a cult?
Like they're all high on something.
- Cho Sang-taek! - Cho Sang-taek!
CHECK THE BLACK TAPE UNDER THE OUTDOOR UNIT
DO YOU HELP WITH THE INJECTION?
NOT IN PERSON SEND DEPOSIT, AND YOU GET A DROP
MAYBE I'LL FIND SOMEONE ELSE SOME EVEN OFFER TO HANG OUT
MANY OF THEM RUN TO THE COPS TO SNITCH
THIS IS MY ARM, I'LL PAY EXTRA
Come in!
Erica?
Not bad.
Relax.
Be gentle.
You got clean veins.
My veins are good, so just poke anywhere.
- Hey. - Yeah?
- What's your dosage? - Two.
Two?
That's a lot.
It ain't a big dea--
Damn it!
- First time in this room, Mr. Song? - Yes, Prosecutor.
Sensitive cases are pushed back
- during the election season. - Right.
But this one is tied to a hot case.
Look at me, forgetting to even offer you a drink.
I'm all over the place these days.
Hot cases should be cooled off outside.
What?
Is this about Haesin's Chairman Kang Myeong-cheol?
I heard he's practically commuting here from the detention center.
You're sharp, you really are!
The thing about Chairman Kang is,
he embezzled ten billion.
It was funneled to Candidate Yoon's campaign.
And Park Hyeon-suk made the delivery.
We have the ledger detailing the transactions and even his confession.
But pulling the players out of the game
this close to the election will look very suspicious, am I right?
Give me the source, and I'll start the buzz.
This case will spiral out of control.
Can you keep the rhythm?
I'm great with tambourines.
This isn't your usual tambourine work, my friend.
Mr. Song, how many years have you been reporting from here?
Four years now, Prosecutor.
Stop calling me "Prosecutor." Four years in, you're practically family.
Just call me "bro."
The 21st presidential election is now less than two weeks away.
SBC's latest poll shows...
- Eat up. - Come in, sir.
...the gap between candidates Cho and Yoon has narrowed,
making the election a tight match.
Compared to the poll conducted ten days ago...
Why aren't you coming in? Want a cigarette?
Damn it, I quit behind bars.
Did you look into Yeom Tae-su?
Either he's gone into hiding or fled overseas,
he's been radio-silent for over a year.
I need to find that bastard and put him on trial.
I sold my house to pay the lawyer a 100 million retainer.
If I lose at the third trial,
I'll have to raise Hye-in in a rented studio.
Give me Jong-su and one capable guy.
Who's good among the rookies?
You'll likely win the trial anyway.
If you keep poking around, the prosecutors will lose it.
Why do the police always have to tiptoe around the prosecutors?
How could we not after what they did to you?
Back us up on paperwork until the trial's over.
I'm a captain now,
and if you come out to the field, the kids won't like it.
Jeez, I'm sorry.
Sons of bitches. You guys full?
Hey!
Lee Kang-su!
Long time no see!
You've got some balls showing up here!
Good to see you. We got a lot to catch up on!
Do you want to cuff yourself or should I do it?
If you start with handcuffs,
we can't have a civil chat.
I've come to help you.
Who are you trying to fool?
Listen to me!
Just listen!
Where is Yeom Tae-su?
You set me up, didn't you? You ordered Yeom Tae-su to do it!
I said, listen to me!
You and me. We both got set up.
I didn't order Yeom Tae-su to set you up, you fucker!
Then who did?
Detective Oh.
It's not like I expected it,
but not a single apology?
I'm disappointed.
You've become a full-on junkie.
Yes, all thanks to you.
When I was released, only junkies reached out to me.
Damn, that stings!
Yeom Tae-su lit my legs on fire and injected drugs in me.
Fuck. Both of my legs were melting,
but I was so high after a hit, I didn't feel the pain.
He kept me drugged up for a month.
Detective, you want to catch that bastard, right?
I'm...
fucking dying to see him.
At least the motive's solid.
You asked me who it was.
Cho Hun. The guy looking at his phone. That's him.
Presidential candidate Cho Sang-taek's son.
He made me an addict.
I bet even Prosecutor Gu freaked out over this.
Of all people,
he happens to be the son of a leading presidential candidate.
A snitch who fetched a sensitive case,
an actress who was at the scene,
and a Narcotics Unit officer who was investigating the case.
He cleared out the three troublemakers in one go.
So,
you'll take down a chief prosecutor
and the son of a leading presidential candidate?
How?
I had a nuclear bomb.
Okay, let's go!
The video I shot at Laura Hill Hotel when Cho Hun got caught red-handed.
Where is it now?
It's...
in Yeom Tae-su's possession.
And where is he now?
He's exporting top-quality North Korean meth to Japan.
Kim Hak-nam in Incheon had the exclusive right to it,
but Yeom Tae-su snatched it away.
TAKESHI YAMAMOTO JAPANESE DRUG DEALER
A reward for getting rid of us.
There's a way to lure him out of hiding.
If we intercept his drugs during transport,
he'll come crawling.
There's a party Cho Hun is hosting this Friday.
The guest list includes the usual suspects, including me.
It's a one-time opportunity. By Saturday, they'll all fly out.
I'll film Cho Hun getting high there.
That'll be the irrefutable evidence to knock him down.
It's three on three. Let's face one each, head-on.
Yeom Tae-su.
Prosecutor Gu.
Cho Hun for her.
All right.
I'm out after arresting Yeom Tae-su,
you two handle the rest, got it?
Quitting drugs is tough. You think it was easy for me?
Why are you asking me? I don't know!
What the fuck am I doing with junkies?
Okay!
A handshake? Fuck off.
All right, you got that fighting spirit.
Three kilograms of eel for Table Seven!
Three kilos!
Three kilos?
Three kilos of meth, that's 700 million per kilo. Totaling 2.1 billion.
- Am I right? - Hey.
- That knife... - Who are you?
- Hak-nam! - Holy shit!
We've come to rejuvenate.
You piece of shit...
My leg!
Why would a snitching punk do me a favor?
Detective, we're in the distribution business!
If we reveal the whole chain, they can't live on.
They're all my boys too.
Eat up and be on your way.
- Hak-nam! - Yes?
Yeom Tae-su really got you spooked, huh?
Drug trafficking, smuggling, head of a drug ring...
Should I cuff you or Yeom Tae-su?
Yeom Tae-su?
Yeah, Yeom Tae-su!
Sit back down.
Yeom Tae-su, the guy who forced you into exile.
I'm talking about that bastard.
How can I help you?
Tell me about how the North Korean blue meth
that gets imported through China reaches Yeom Tae-su.
Where is it?
INCHEON PORT
When my girls bring in goods from China to Incheon,
they're transported to the factory and packaged nicely.
Then, Yamamoto's live fish truck comes from Japan to our factory.
The truck is driven by one of Yamamoto's guys
and one of Yeom's men.
They load the truck with eels and meth,
and drive straight to Busan to meet with Yeom Tae-su.
It's a direct route, but they make just one stop.
At Yeongsin Fish Restaurant near Sujeong-dong, Incheon.
The Japanese driver can't get enough of their fish cake stew.
Oishii!
When?
They're coming on an early Friday morning ferry.
The room where Haesin Construction's Chairman Kang Myeong-cheol
handed over five billion in cash to Park Hyeon-suk of Creative People's Party
is this one, Bride Mask Room.
BRIDE MASK ROOM
PARK HYEON-SUK RECEIVED 5 BILLION FOR YOON'S CAMPAIGN
This is where Chairman Kang handed over the money to Park Hyeon-suk,
and the prosecutors revealed that
the cash funded Yoon Seong-hyeop's campaign.
All signals have been blocked on this camera.
With this cover, it'll be undetectable.
How is it?
Not bad.
If it feels too dangerous, bail out, and call me if anything happens.
I think you said something similar a year ago...
Hey!
Back then, I--
Don't apologize.
I'm not ready yet.
And let me make one thing clear.
I'm doing this because I want to.
Are you ready? All set?
Once you get the footage, text me.
Just focus on your own tasks, okay?
- Yeah. - Bye!
- Hey! - What?
You scared?
Scared? Hell no.
Let's go!
You think this plan will work?
Depends on how well you follow Su-jin's lead.
A washed-up snitch is preaching to me now?
Junkies have no manners or respect for hierarchy.
Jeez, I told you I quit!
Stop calling me a junkie, all right?
If you could quit just like that, can you call that a drug?
You junkie.
There's a way to quit...
Fuck it, forget it!
Just put on your seat belt!
Damn it, where the hell is the seat belt?
Great teamwork. We're so fucked.
YEONGSIN FISH RESTAURANT INCHEON FISH MARKET
FRIDAY
Wouldn't it be easier to just grab those bastards and mess them up?
What is it?
We need to get the goods first, okay?
After that, catching Yeom Tae-su will be a piece of cake.
Once he realizes his stash is gone, he'll go berserk and come running.
All right, I hear you!
Just keep a lookout.
You got ten minutes!
Keep it down!
Goddamn junkie.
Hey, Su-jin.
You know how there are lots of rehab centers abroad?
But we don't have that here.
We should start one.
Find a scenic spot overseas, lock them up tight,
charge ten million per head and, boom, a gold mine!
Junkies can't afford quitting drugs.
Hey, I'd take you in for free!
You need someone by your side to quit, you know that?
Bring you proper food, cheer you on...
There's so much to do.
Get down!
What? What is it?
Boss, what brings you here?
That fucking bastard.
I need some hangover soup.
- Let's head inside, sir. - Sure.
You've got to tell me what's going on!
What is it?
Where the hell did he go?
He should've told me before making a move!
One moment, please.
- I'll need to check your bag. - Just let her in!
Hop on quickly!
You're all set.
Boss, the goods are great. We even saved the leftovers.
Japanese guys will be at Gamcheon Port, Dock Three.
Oishii.
Say "delicious" in Korean. Don't speak Japanese, asshole.
Yeom Tae-su!
It's damn good to see you, asshole.
We got some catching up to do, right?
Put them on, asshole.
Why do you make things so complicated?
Chotto matte!
You son of a bitch!
- Yeom Tae-su! - Gun!
Grab his gun!
Gun!
Get his gun!
Grab his gun!
Oh, the goods!
Why are the eels on the ground?
What's that sound?
Lee Kang-su, you asshole!
Die, you son of a bitch!
Yeom Tae-su.
You fucking bastard!
Shit... Detective.
Are you allowed to do this?
Shit!
Where's the footage? Spit it out!
The watch...
It's inside the watch!
Come out.
Let's go.
How about we get you on TV?
Take care of him.
Of course, sir.
Stop!
That's all for the teaser.
Su-jin's footage will be the main event.
We got something.
- She did it. - Okay!
Let's begin.
Okay!
Is this the prosecution? I'd like to report a drug deal.
Let me ask you one thing.
It was Prosecutor Gu that ordered you to make me a junkie, right?
Should I kill him?
You've got to watch what you say.
You're a dealer, then you must have some leftovers!
No?
A snitch that dared to collude with a prosecutor.
Stay right here, okay?
Can you comment on the confession by Haesin's Chairman Kang?
Is it true that ten billion was embezzled for Candidate Yoon?
I have never received money from Chairman Kang Myeong-cheol,
so how could I have delivered it to Candidate Yoon?
Yes?
Sir.
We've received a drug-related tip-off.
The location is a yacht named Eclipse at Seoul Marina.
- Eclipse? - Yes.
That's part of our operation, so don't send the Coast Guard.
It could mess everything up.
- Sit! - Sir, what's all that?
I arrested him red-handed for drug dealing, 5 kg in total!
I'll take the statement myself later, understood?
Where are you going?
He's stirring up trouble again.
Huh? I thought your role ended after Yeom Tae-su's arrest.
I need to make sure Su-jin gets out safely.
Start the car.
Quiet! Be quiet! I said be quiet!
You're all so fucking high. What did you say?
Someone may be trapping you, so get out of there now.
Right now!
Didn't you say you blocked the Coast Guard?
They know the yacht's name and exact location, so hurry up!
NARCO UNIT CATFISH
- Yes? - Sir,
Detective Oh brought in Yeom Tae-su.
Detective Oh brought in Yeom Tae-su?
Yes, it seems like he was working with Lee Kang-su.
Lee Kang-su?
You sure it was Lee Kang-su? Are you not mistaken?
I'm not. I looked into it just to make sure,
and it seems Eom Su-jin is also on Lee Kang-su's side.
You know, the actress who was caught at Laura Hill.
The three of them are together.
Lee Kang-su, Eom Su-jin and Oh Sang-jae.
So, Eom Su-jin is on the yacht.
Don't make calls like a fool when you fly out.
- Use Telegram. all right? - Yes, all right.
Hey, Su-jin.
Don't contact anyone until the election is over.
Got it.
Are you kidding me?
Don't give me a half-assed answer.
Answer me.
CHIEF PROSECUTOR GU KWAN-HUI
Goddamn it...
Don't go around acting like a meth head,
causing unnecessary trouble.
That won't happen.
Hey, move your car! Move!
Let's go, quick.
Are you with Eom Su-jin?
- I did it! - Good job, fuck!
Kang-su, we're on our way back!
We're leaving Yeouido now.
- Keep the video safe. - Okay!
Put Su-jin on.
What's going on?
Put your face away!
- Just talk on the phone! - Why?
- Come on, let's talk face-to-face. - Well done.
You said you'd knock Cho Hun down.
Keep your promise.
I'll make him pay for what he did to you.
Okay.
Put Jade Emperor on.
What now?
Look at me.
The job's done. No need for face-to-face.
I'm driving. Hold the phone!
Happy now? Here.
Got nothing to say to me?
Let's hear a formal apology in front of everyone.
Just do it already!
Crying and begging wouldn't be so bad, either.
Just say it, what's the big deal? Jeez.
For fuck's sake...
I'm sorry.
I did a terrible thing to you.
Forget it. That's what--
Hello?
Why did it cut off?
Su-jin!
Hello?
- Hello? - Give it...
Call again.
Chang-rak...
Someone call 911!
Chang-rak...
Help me...
Are you okay?
Please help...
Help me...
Can you hear me?
Sir. Wait, you can't go in there!
Stop! It's dangerous!
- No, please don't! - What's wrong with you?
- Let go! - It's dangerous!
- Piss off! - Please calm down!
Let's call it quits.
No good comes from a cop working with a snitch for too long.
You got Yeom Tae-su like you wanted.
So go now.
And you?
What will you do?
I'll post the footage online,
and leave this shithole country.
So, it's over?
This is it?
Not before I apologize to Su-jin.
To your friend as well!
Let's end Cho Hun just as Su-jin wanted.
And tie Prosecutor Gu into it, too.
How can we do that without anything solid?
Let's do some real snitching.
Hey, Kwan-hui.
Did you eat?
I've lost my appetite.
Lee Kang-su and Oh Sang-jae are listed on the call log.
They're the headaches, right?
Looks like it.
You bragged that everything was under control!
Shit...
Is it that hard to clean shit up without any traces?
It's not hard...
It's not hard at all, but you keep...
Can you please just stay quiet?
Is that so fucking hard?
Kwan-hui, have you gone mad?
Who's mad, huh?
There's news and gossip stirring things up every single day,
and you had to cause more trouble?
Mr. Cho, look at me.
A Korean prosecutor
can make or break a president.
You fucker.
Anyway, I'll handle this.
Clean and neat, without any traces.
What the hell's wrong with him?
So you're the boss around here, huh?
A handsome fellow.
How about we get you on TV?
NO CALLER ID
It's been a while.
Have you been well?
You look great.
Yeah?
You too. Has it been a year?
Seeing that video brought back memories.
So you had it?
Let me have it. It's nothing to you.
- Fuck you. - What did you say?
You motherfucker.
Why would I give it to you?
If you'd asked nicely then,
I would've given it to you.
Kang-su, buddy.
I think you're seriously mistaken.
If this is about what happened a year ago, let's talk it out.
It wasn't me. Would I have ordered something like that?
Ordered?
Ordered what?
You talk as if you know what was ordered.
You told me not to do drugs.
You said you were my fucking brother!
And you stick a needle in your brother?
You think I studied my ass off
just to spend my life
chasing junkies like you?
You bastard.
I don't know what kind of crap you're pulling right now,
but stop it.
Or else, you'll kill me too?
I'm capable of it, don't you think?
You saw how I handle things.
Okay.
Then look forward to what I'm going to do next,
and what I'll unleash very soon.
The next time we meet, it'll be in hell.
Fucking moron.
Oh, boy. First time in Seoul in so long.
You should have killed Yeom Tae-su. Why hand him over to Jade Emperor?
Yeom Tae-su's drug shipment meant for Yamamoto...
I intercepted it.
How many?
Twenty-five.
Yamamoto's going to kill him for sure.
That guy has a terrible temper.
One big bundle of cash per kilo, 25 big bucks in total.
It's a bargain.
So what do you want me to do?
Get me a boat to China for two passengers.
The other one's for Jade Emperor?
Hey, what are you two up to?
We're going to pull a job on Prosecutor Gu and take off.
Prosecutor Gu? Gu Kwan-hui?
Are you high?
Keep those hits for yourself.
Get the money and boat ready.
And I'm totally sober.
How's the kid?
It's going to take some time.
Don't worry.
I'm sorry.
Let's move.
Should I prep the money?
Hold on. Can't you hear my gears spinning?
This is where Ko Chang-rak,
the one who died yesterday, lived with Kang-su.
We just need to find the video that Lee Kang-su has.
He hasn't come here in a while. How many times must I tell you?
Fucking hell, this feels off.
I should've locked him up that night.
Sir!
Yes?
- Please take this call. - Who is it?
I'm right on Lee Kang-su's tail.
I want to help you and leave a good impression, sir.
Sounds like you want something from me.
Yeom Tae-su, sir.
You know that he took my spot, right?
Give me Lee Kang-su's location.
He's headed to Assemblywoman Park Hyeon-suk
to hand over a video and a recording containing your voice.
YOON SEONG-HYEOP
I'm off.
Give it up. There's no time.
I'll go ahead and get everything ready.
This is our only chance. Don't mess it up.
Everything will work out. Don't be a chicken shit.
Hey!
- Candidate no.2, Yoon Seong-hyeop! - Candidate no.2, Yoon Seong-hyeop!
Candidate no. 2, Yoon Seong-hyeop!
- Candidate no. 2, Yoon Seong-hyeop! - No. 2!
- Candidate no.2, Yoon Seong-hyeop! - Candidate no.2, Yoon Seong-hyeop!
- Where are you going? - You can't go any further.
I'm Detective Oh Sang-jae from the Narcotics Unit.
I have something to deliver to Ms. Park Hyeon-suk.
We'll pass it along for you.
No, I must give it to her myself.
You can't go any further.
Ms. Park! Ma'am! Ma'am!
It's me, Oh Sang-jae!
Grab him!
Ms. Park Hyeon-suk!
Mr. Oh Sang-jae, you are under arrest for violating the Narcotics Control Act.
- Ma'am, it's me, Oh Sang-jae! - Shut him up!
Prosecutors' Office!
Lee Kang-su wasn't there.
You sure made a lot of copies, Detective Oh.
Yes, sir, I made so many.
I'm going to spread it all over the country.
Where's Lee Kang-su?
He's already skipped town. It's over between us.
Tonight's third presidential debate hosted by the National Election Commission
is expected to focus on
Candidate Cho Sang-taek's son's drug allegations.
You'll release this?
You said so yourself,
"Hot cases should be cooled off outside."
Even so, this is way too hot.
Why? Scared?
Bro, are you switching sides?
A prosecutor investigates when there's a crime, no?
Same goes for reporters. You pursue the truth.
You don't take sides.
Sir, you need to step inside.
Why?
Something urgent has come up. Please go inside for now.
The face of Cho Hun has now been identified clearly.
If his drug use is confirmed, it's only a matter of time...
What the fuck, Prosecutor Gu? A prosecutorial summons?
Are you out of your mind?
Try to see the big picture here.
Kwan-hui, bro.
What the fuck are you doing?
Mr. Cho, come in willingly.
Otherwise, I'll come with an arrest warrant.
What?
That fucking bastard.
Mr. Song.
Cho Hun is coming in himself. Let the press know.
The case has been assigned
to Chief Prosecutor Gu Kwan-hui's Anti-Corruption Division Three.
- Shit... - Mr. Cho Hun will appear
at the Central District Prosecutors' Office by 9 p.m. tonight.
Prosecutor Gu...
That's Gu Kwan-hui for you.
We're both investigating crimes,
so we could've just talked it out if there were misunderstandings.
Must we go this far?
Here's the form for dropping your case.
Once I fax this to the court,
the acquittal from the second trial will be upheld.
Then you'll be able to continue your police career, right?
What are you doing?
You already know what this is about.
Kang-su has both the original and the copies, right?
Where's that bastard now?
You can afford to keep it cool and smile?
Is your daughter about six years old? She's quite cute.
Let's be civil about this before things get cruel.
You should protect your family, no?
What are you doing?
Could you look up over there?
I'm in front of the Central District Prosecutors' Office.
The final presidential debate will take place tonight.
Cho Hun, the son of Future Unity Party's Cho Sang-taek, has arrived here
for a voluntary drug test.
You're called the "National Junkie," how do you feel?
Do you admit to the charges?
Mr. Cho Hun, one comment!
- Do you admit to the charges? - A word, please!
I could have come through the underground parking lot.
What is this, a circus?
Where's Gu?
Watch how you address him.
It's quite unpleasant to hear.
Are you going to stay there?
Have you given it some thought?
- Let me have a cigarette. - Yes, of course. Here.
Send the fax first.
Shall I?
Here, send this fax over.
Yes, sir.
Here you go.
Is this certain?
Good work.
Hello, sir.
Find Lee Kang-su here. No need to bring him in.
Do you understand?
Could you hurry up?
The attorney can stay here.
Why?
He can still see you inside!
It's not like your lawyer will take a piss for you!
Come on, you're not taking a shit.
Use the urinal where I can see you.
Shit!
Gu Kwan-hui, you bastard!
Holy shit!
What a plot twist.
Mr. Oh Sang-jae.
Live quietly once you're out.
Even if I live quietly...
I'm not sure the world will settle down.
There you go again,
yapping away when you don't know any better.
Mr. Park and I'll handle the report, so stay here and get some rest.
Thank you for your hard work.
Thank you.
By the way, whose urine was that?
It's from our section chief's middle-school son.
It will be very clean.
The test will come back negative, no evidence of drug use.
We'll release this as breaking news right after the debate.
We'll issue a warrant for Park Hyeon-suk tomorrow.
A week from now is the election day.
By then, it'll be impossible for Yoon's camp to react.
You're really incredible, sir.
Wait, about that Song guy...
- The reporter, Song? - Yes, him.
I really want to tear him apart. What should I do?
No need for that.
He won't be able to continue his career anyway.
Distributing footage against someone's will violates
Article 14 of the Sexual Violence Punishment Act and is punishable
by up to 7 years in prison or a fine of up to 50 million won.
The law will handle him for you.
Just because he's allowed here, he thinks he's a prosecutor.
Good evening!
- Prosecutor General! - Hello.
- Hey, Kwan-hui. - Evening, sir.
I apologize for the trouble.
It's not like anyone died.
You were summoned over some drugs?
Sorry for causing such a fuss, sir.
I just spoke with your father and reassured him.
We're all family here.
This was a major win.
Not at all, sir.
Thank you, sir.
When your father was leading the Special Investigation Unit 1,
I learned a lot from him.
I got scolded a lot for being bad at investigations!
We're almost there.
There's the motherfucker.
- The food's nice. - Right, sir?
I'm sorry, sir, but my dad is on TV now,
could we turn it on?
May I turn on the TV?
Go on, let's all watch.
The debate is on now.
Next up is Candidate Yoon Seong-hyeop.
Do not forget, you must direct questions to at least two candidates.
My question is to Candidate Cho Sang-taek.
- Kwan-hui. - Yes, sir.
When will you announce the investigation results?
I plan to do it right after the debate.
Timing is always crucial.
I'll keep that in mind, sir.
Oh my, his future looks bright.
If it's confirmed that my son used drugs,
I, Cho Sang-taek,
will immediately withdraw from the presidential race.
To build a proper country,
the citizens have entrusted me--
Candidate Cho, I'm sorry to interrupt,
but a video is going viral on YouTube and social media right now.
We need to confirm this before proceeding. Our apologies.
Kang-su!
So fucking happy to see you.
Hi.
Came for this?
Tae-su, thanks for coming this far!
- Hope it wasn't hard finding here! - I was worried you weren't coming.
BREAKING NEWS
This just in.
A viral video featuring Cho Hun,
son of Cho Sang-taek, and Prosecutor Gu Kwan-hui
of the Anti-Corruption Division Three having a chat.
Is that a broadcast accident or what?
By the way, whose urine was that?
- Our section chief's... - Section Chief Oh!
...middle-school son's.
- Why is that on TV? - Section Chief Oh!
The test will come back negative, no evidence of drug use.
We'll release this as breaking news right after the debate.
We'll issue a warrant for Park Hyeon-suk tomorrow.
Just because he's allowed here,
- he thinks he's a prosecutor. - Son of a bitch...
The video you're watching is the live footage.
The man standing appears to be Prosecutor Gu Kwan-hui.
The man next to him appears to be Cho Hun.
We confirmed that he is...
It's being shot from the other side.
Where?
He's quickly trying to hide as he notices the camera.
Drop the blinds!
- They seem aware of the camera's presence. - Lower it!
Prosecutor General and the officials are rushing out of the room.
Gu Kwan-hui! You son of a bitch!
- Gu Kwan-hui! - They're urgently lowering the blinds.
One, two, one, two!
CHO HUN LOOKED LIKE A JUNKIE FROM THE START
CHO HUN BOWING TO A PROSECUTOR WHAT A JOKE
PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATE'S SON'S VIDEO ENRAGES THE PUBLIC
DIRTY DEAL BETWEEN PROSECUTOR AND PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATE'S SON
The blinds have now been fully lowered.
LIVE VIEW OF SEOUL CENTRAL DISTRICT PROSECUTORS' OFFICE
It's very quiet as if everyone has left.
We're hearing someone clapping.
That's definitely clapping.
Someone seems to be clapping in the room.
It seems someone is still in the room.
Since the blinds are down,
you can only hear the audio.
It sounded like something was thrown.
Could they be trying to hide evidence?
Someone is definitely still there.
We're bringing you a live feed...
Listen carefully. The attached office adjacent to the chief prosecutor's office.
Everyone, dig in!
That's where all the cover-ups take place.
You'll charge into the prosecution yourself? How?
Give Prosecutor Gu a call.
Say you'll hand me over.
Why should I help you?
You're looking for Lee Kang-su, right?
It's me, Oh Sang-jae!
We have to reach the attached office at all costs.
- Let me have a cigarette. - Yes, of course.
Obviously, we don't need to go in ourselves.
- Here. - Yes, sir?
- Send this fax over. - Yes, sir.
Hey.
The mic in the lighter will sync with the camera
the moment it sparks.
I'm sorry we didn't allow you to smoke in here.
Here you go.
Thank you.
And this one's mine.
What, it's a matching set?
Let's do some real snitching.
That was fast.
You came all this way?
- You fucking asshole! - Easy, man.
Son of a bitch.
You have no idea what it took for me to get here...
You hear me, you fucker?
You should've held on tighter.
I told you, if you fall from there,
you'll be screwed.
This view is a killer!
Hey!
I lost the election because I was lacking,
and I think this is the price I--
You piece of shit!
CHO SANG-TAEK "I LOST BECAUSE I'M LACKING"
Hey, open up!
I feel so bad for my dad...
- Open up! - Nope.
- Come down, now. - Get down here.
Do you honestly think you can catch me?
You'll never get me!
Hey, you'll get hurt!
You bastard...
Come with us quietly.
Because I'm Superman.
- Hey! - Superman!
Prosecutor Gu, please come out.
Sir?
If you don't come out, we'll come in.
Take him away. Grab him.
Fine, all right.
No, I'm not itchy!
No, don't scratch...
It's three billion in cash.
Would you like to partner up?
Holy shit...
Three billion in cash is fire.
Right?
Fire, my ass.
- Hold on... - What's wrong with this?
Fine! Let's do it!
I'm done with snitching!
Hai!
- Kang-su! - Yamamoto!
Go! Let's move!
What is it?
- Who is it? - Cops!
Run!
You snitched on us?
Get that bastard!
Shit!
Bro!
You think I'd run off on my own?
No way!
Put the gun down.
Let's split it 50-50.
Okay!
Let's go half-half.
- Seriously? - Seriously.
Okay, 50-50!
Bro, stop joking around.
Shit, uncuff me!
Come on, man! Bro!
It's Daddy. Yes.
I'll be home early.
Subtitle translation by: Tae Jo