THE CHARACTERS, PLACES, ORGANIZATIONS AND EVENTS IN THIS DRAMA ARE WORKS OF FICTION
The groom Park Junmo and the bride Yu Euijeong have made a solemn vow
in the presence of their beloved friends and family
to be united in love through all the joys and challenges
that life may bring.
By the power vested in me,
I now pronounce you husband and wife.
MAN: Sir. JUNMO'S FATHER: It's mine!
I'm the groom's father!
- Please stop! - My money!
God, what is wrong with you?
What? What's the problem?
On a happy day like today,
your father deserves some money for some drugs.
GROOM'S SIDE
Here. Take this and leave.
- Go now. - You bastard.
Are you kidding me, you punk?
Hey!
You think I'm here for some peanuts?
Give me some more.
Take this and go. Please!
Thanks, son.
My daughter-in-law is so pretty! (LAUGHS WILDLY)
I'm Junmo's father!
(GUESTS MURMURING)
(SIGHS WITH ANGUISH)
THE WORST OF EVIL
(CLAMORING)
Motherfucker!
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
You little...
(EUIJEONG BREATHES HEAVILY)
(CLAMORING CONTINUES)
(EUIJEONG CRIES OUT)
You fucker.
Come here, you son of a bitch!
(MEN GROANING)
Man, this will be hard to clean.
Why do you...
go to such lengths?
It's just...
There's someone I want to protect.
This is the first time I've ever disobeyed my father.
Mr. Jung.
Please prove to me
that I wasn't wrong.
When will I hear the good news?
I'm sorry. There's no word yet.
Please wait a little longer.
I didn't let you fuckers get high to take this long.
Fucking assholes.
These motherfuckers.
(CRIES OUT)
- Fuck off. - MAN: What's going on?
Who the fuck are these bastards?
What are you looking at, you fucking prick?
KISOO: Have you lost your...
Hey!
You motherfucker!
HEESUNG: If you want to live, stay still.
KISOO: Are you nuts?
HEESUNG: I said stop moving. KISOO: You bastard!
I will kill you.
Son of a bitch.
Do you know who I am?
(YELLS IN PAIN)
You motherfuckers!
(SCREAMS)
Boss!
Make sure you tell Kanemoto this.
He better come to Korea and apologize to me in person.
Or he won't get the stuff.
In case of emergency,
our team is on standby.
Let me treat you first.
(SCREAMS)
JUNMO: Euijeong, I heard...
you'll be transferred to Seoul tomorrow.
I'm sure it'll be nice to work in Seoul.
And there will be a lot of great guys.
I'm sure it'll be nice.
But instead of going out with those bums...
Well...
How about going out with me?
So what I'm trying to say is...
I'd like to see you
for a long time.
TREATMENT ROOM
It's nothing fancy, but...
But we're on duty.
Hey.
Mr. Jung, you can change into these clothes.
Thanks. How are the boys?
They're receiving treatment upstairs in order of priority.
Keep an eye on them and let me know if anything happens.
Yes, sir.
(SIGHS DEEPLY)
Are you okay?
Are you okay, Boss?
Aren't you hungry?
I am, sir.
Want to go grab some food?
SEONGMO CLINIC
(LINE RINGING)
(LINE GOES DEAD)
(PHONE RINGING)
AUTOMATED VOICE: This is your first message.
It's me, Gicheul.
What happened today was really tough, but I hope you can get through it.
I promise this will never happen again.
I'm really sorry.
(ENDS CALL)
AUTOMATED VOICE: Next message.
JUNMO: Euijeong, it's me.
Are you okay?
You must've been really scared.
What happened today...
It was something I couldn't help.
Our investigation...
You could lose your life doing this. So please...
I'm begging you to drop out of this investigation.
Euijeong, I just can't stop here.
I'll close this case as soon as possible,
and I'll come back to you.
I'm sorry.
(DOORBELL RINGS)
OPEN
He's my employee, and we haven't eaten yet.
I see.
Come in. You too, sir.
Thank you, ma'am.
GICHEUL: Come in.
(JONGRYEOL SIGHS)
All of Seoul below Han River is ours now.
"Ours"?
I'm off.
See you in a few days.
(IN JAPANESE) He wants his father to apologize?
What a brazen son he is.
NISHIGAWA: What will you say to the boss?
(IN KOREAN) Why did you accept the deal from the Chinese
of doubling the quantity?
Because of our mishap the other day, they couldn't move the stuff,
so I heard there was a lot left in stock.
I think we should take at least that much
to regain the trust we lost.
But selling off the increased quantity
won't be easy without the Japanese.
Boss.
Maybe you were too harsh on the Japanese.
I've been treating Kanemoto like my father.
But that bastard got not only us
but also Euijeong almost killed.
I will never let this slide.
Euijeong saw everything. Is this okay?
She's a cop, after all.
Don't worry.
She's with me now.
Good night.
(SOFTLY) Goodness gracious! (SIGHS)
You're a new face.
I'm Mr. Jung's employee.
I see. Hello.
How strange.
My brother doesn't have any good-looking friends like you.
(LAUGHS) It's just a joke.
Except for Taeho,
he's never brought a friend home before.
This is surprising.
Mr. Employee.
Yes?
Please keep an eye on Gicheul so he doesn't get stabbed.
We don't see each other often,
but I don't want to hear about him on the news.
Well then,
I'm going to go study before he wakes up.
(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)
(SIGHS)
Sir, I'm sure you've heard.
There was a war between Gangnam Union and Jaegeon Group.
I hope we can keep this quiet for the time being
to avoid any public attention.
I'd really appreciate your cooperation, Commissioner.
Let's toast.
If we don't trade with the Japanese,
will we have to sell off all 16 kilograms?
Hey, you saw how they cleaned out Tae-ho Rock Cafe last time.
Selling just a kilogram in Gangnam is already risky.
You can't sell all 16 kilograms of it here unless you're crazy.
We can think about that later.
All of us could have died yesterday.
I want my apology from that son of a bitch Kanemoto.
All our boys know Yu Euijeong is a cop now.
What should we tell them?
Tell them the truth.
Say they don't need to worry.
Boss.
Can I first meet with the Japanese at the hotel?
Didn't you hear what I just said?
When you get rid of a rat, you show it the way out.
Shouldn't someone go to the Japanese and ease the tension a bit
so they can explain things right to their boss?
This is about Boss's pride. Who cares about that?
Pride doesn't pay the bills.
We caused a major ruckus
and took over all of Gangnam overnight.
All eyes are on us right now.
The only way to sell off the stuff quietly is
through those fucking Japanese.
Getting an apology and continuing the trade.
Shouldn't we try to do both?
Boss, this is business.
MINGOO: Mr. Jung!
The skilled fighter, Mr. Jung!
He's in today, right?
Hey!
Come out or I'll break the door down.
Man,
I wonder who your backers are,
because everyone's trying to keep the knife fight quiet.
Did you go to Korea Military Academy?
So did you give a lot of condolence money at Mr. Cheon's funeral?
The private detective.
So...
I got the call log from the late Mr. Cheon's office.
Who was the last person he talked with on the phone?
It was fucking you, Jung Gicheul.
What do you think?
I asked him to investigate something.
Is that wrong?
Well, it's not wrong. It's just fucking scary.
After the phone call with you, Mr. Cheon died.
Your fellow graduate and drug dealer Yankees went missing.
And his rival Manager Cho died.
At this point,
it is reasonable to suspect
you have some kind of violent crime vending machine around you.
God damn it.
This is yours, too.
Right?
Or not. Fuck.
You know what else is fucking strange?
Mr. Cheon's phone is missing.
Did his client take it?
Or did Yankees take it?
Find the lighter's owner and ask him.
I guess that will do.
That will do.
Looks like that will do.
That will do.
What are you looking at, fuckers?
What's with the sunglasses? Are you blind?
(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)
You annoying motherfucker.
I should've fucking killed you then.
Hey.
You dropped this at the police station.
Detective.
Thanks for the lighter...
but it's not mine.
Kind of too late. Don't you think?
It could've been yours, right?
No, it's not.
Look.
Why did you chase Mr. Cheon, whom your boss hired, to the roof?
Also, why did you take his phone?
What are you talking about? Mr. Cheon?
Who is that?
Hey, Kwon Seungho.
I don't want to catch little fish like you.
I want big game fish like Jung Gicheul. Got it?
The murder of Manager Cho the drug dealer.
Yankees can testify about that. So fucking bring him to me.
If you bring Yankees to me,
I won't tell Jung Gicheul that you killed Mr. Cheon.
Detective.
Are you writing a novel these days?
It sounds fun.
But it has to make sense.
Have a good day, sir.
Hey, where did Choi Jungbae go?
Why are you Jung Gicheul's minion now?
(ELEVATOR DINGS, DOOR OPENS)
This novel is getting fucking interesting. Hmm?
Right, you bastard?
(ELEVATOR DOOR CLOSES)
What a fucking loser.
Could you tell me
what happened that day?
We've been fighting them over business in the Free International City.
And I guess they wanted to settle things their way.
I'm really sorry.
I didn't want to disappoint you.
Do you have to keep pursuing this dangerous business?
I want to escape from this underworld, too.
Once the Free International City is built with my name engraved on it,
nobody will ever call me a thug.
Then, I can stand tall
in front of you and your family.
I will never let you get hurt again.
Don't push yourself too far into danger.
I believe in you.
Thank you.
Are you going to the airport?
Let me escort you.
I'd like to discuss something privately, too.
Let me apologize on behalf of my boss.
So please let go of any hard feelings.
I'd very much appreciate it, sir.
(OYAMA CLEARS THROAT)
You saw how we dealt with Sung Kisoo and his gang.
We're the only gang in Gangnam that get things done properly and safely.
And to be honest,
you're the one who has the final say.
(IN JAPANESE) The final say...
(IN KOREAN) We're going to double the imports from China.
Because of this incident, both of us suffered
a great loss.
Shouldn't we reopen the trade as soon as possible?
We will double the exports to you.
And of course, the price per kilogram will be the same.
Is Jung Gicheul on board with that idea?
It's so empty here.
What brings you here?
Well, I heard you got crushed.
Right?
You fuck.
You should've called me as soon as it happened.
But you made me come all the way here. Eh?
On my own!
Who was it? Jung Gicheul?
Or his lackey, Kwon Seungho?
Don't ask. It's embarrassing.
You think this is embarrassing?
What's embarrassing is
you got crushed by these bastards who are still wet behind the ears.
Look, Kisoo.
Honestly, you can't just stay down like this.
I didn't cover for you all this time
to end up with a loss, you bastard.
Right?
Don't you think so?
Sung Kisoo, you're now washed up too.
Keep in shape, man.
A severed Achilles doesn't mean you're dead, you fuck.
You're acting like some fucking old geezer now.
JAEGEON FIRM AND STEADY
Firm and steady, my ass.
What's supposed to be firm and steady?
Shouldn't you make your gang firm and steady?
Bboknam.
I can't believe I trusted these fuckers.
Hey.
Did you look into what I asked earlier?
That Yankees guy who sells Gangnam Crystal.
I did.
And I found the guy who was buying his stuff.
Who is he? Where is he?
He's called Dodgers.
Dodgers?
He's locked up right now.
In Seongdong Detention Center.
In a detention center?
PERSONAL INFORMATION
Hey!
Dodgers!
Who are you?
Mmm.
Here.
- "Hwang Mingoo"? - Yeah.
I'm Mingoo.
Want a cigarette?
Here. Have a smoke.
Calling me by my name is rude though. I'm a fucking detective.
What brings you here, Detective?
Gangnam Crystal.
What?
Let's see.
Jeez. 500 grams of meth?
That's 10 years in prison at least.
You're screwed.
Mingoo, I was only selling it.
I know, you idiot. That's why I came here.
Ah. Simply selling drugs
and possessing only a hundredth of it.
Five grams.
Fuck, isn't that just a petty crime?
Hey, Dodgers.
Junsik.
Want me to do that for you?
Yes.
Hey. So...
I can take you out with me right now.
- Really? - Of course.
Look.
I'm not interested in fucking small fries like you.
You know what I mean?
Let's get the fuck out of here.
- Uncuff you? - Yes.
I can't fucking uncuff you, dumbass. You've got to ask the guard.
Follow me.
Fuck, my cigarettes.
Follow me.
Boss.
How did it go?
Drive him to the hotel.
(GROANS)
Strike.
- Detective Ko. - Yes, sir?
- When's the game with Gangdong again? - Next week.
I can't seem to control my pitches.
I'm really sorry, Mingoo.
Why would you do things you'd be sorry about?
I'm really sorry.
Why did you do it in the first place, you motherfucker?
- Strike! - Strike.
I didn't ask you a difficult question.
Just tell me where your boss Yankees is.
Then, I'll set you free.
Why don't you fucking get it,
you damn motherfucker?
Yankees and I don't work together.
GANGNAM
Okay.
Let's do some batting practice.
- Okay. - Give it to me.
Hitting is my thing.
Wait, Mingoo!
I mean, Detective.
I don't know anything about Yankees.
I really don't!
That asshole Yankees needed money because he knocked up his girl.
He increased his stock a ton
and then stole all our clients, so I haven't talked to him since.
What are you talking about?
He got a girl pregnant?
Yes, that girl's a junkie too.
She's a real crazy bitch.
I guess junkies are attracted to other junkies.
- Am I right? - Yes.
Yes.
But you don't even know where she is.
I do.
I know where she is.
Are you sure?
I swear to God.
What's the girl's name again?
- Wendy. - Keep quiet, you bastard.
- Wendy? - Yes.
Walk quietly. Don't let them hear us.
Where is it?
Where?
I think this is the place.
Yes, this is it.
Are you sure?
- Are you? - Yes, I am.
- Yankees' girl? - Yes.
Step aside.
Move.
You fucker!
It's open.
Fuck, did she run away?
She did run away.
She ran away, you fuck!
- Mingoo! - You son of a bitch.
I said no funny business, you fuck. Where is she?
- I didn't know she ran away! - Where the fuck is she?
(IN JAPANESE) Shame on you.
Did you have to make me come all the way here?
He wants me to come up here personally?
(IN KOREAN) Shouldn't you have at least come out to welcome me?
I was a bit busy.
Are you trying to insult me?
Insult?
This is nothing compared to what I suffered.
You bastard.
I guess orphans are going to be orphans.
Watch your mouth.
(IN JAPANESE) Hey, guess what he just said.
He says I should watch my mouth.
You bastard!
How dare you talk to him like that?
(IN KOREAN) What the fuck is he saying?
Calm down.
(IN JAPANESE) Hey!
Stop.
(IN KOREAN) Put the knife away, Chief Seo.
I'll be generous for one last time.
Double the imports at the same price.
We'll talk about that after a proper apology.
You son of a bitch.
You'll pay for wasting my time.
(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)
Damn, I was scared as hell.
Why did you push so hard like that?
How can we sell off the stuff without them?
Wait, Gicheul.
INCREASE PRICE 30%, 13 MILLION YEN PER KG
Fuck.
(IN JAPANESE) You fool.
(IN KOREAN) Have you seen this movie?
Want to join me?
Haeryun.
I need your help.
I heard Kanemoto called my father.
He suggested we cut out the Koreans and trade directly.
He said he's sick of laying low.
Haeryun.
Rather than relying on Mr. Jung or your father,
how about we take the initiative?
Just the two of us.
OYAMA: (IN JAPANESE) Boss, I'm here to keep my word.
(IN KOREAN) Is this how they treat their guests?
What? Another pat-down?
My boss has made a disrespectful mistake.
And I'm here today to make up for it.
(IN JAPANESE) Who is this guy?
He's a smart kid.
Please hear him out, sir.
(IN KOREAN) Boss, if you can't stand seeing someone in business,
you don't have to see him.
First off, let's forget about the price increase.
I'll take the responsibility of sending you the product.
And what's Miss Lee doing here?
To talk business as well.
I already talked about business with your father.
But you haven't with me.
For us to send the product to Japan, we have to go through Korea.
As you just said, without the middleman,
how in the world can we deliver the product
all the way from China to Japan?
Unless you have a creative way...
you can't just push through and hope things will work out.
My father produces the product,
but I make the delivery.
Do you understand?
There will be no direct trade.
So you want to be my son?
(IN JAPANESE) Hey.
We haven't done yubitsume for a while, right?
(IN KOREAN) What is this?
Becoming father and son isn't an easy thing.
To have a yakuza father,
you have to do things the yakuza way.
No determination, no trade.
Is this really necessary?
(IN JAPANESE) Looks like he can't do it on his own. Help him.
(KNIFE PIERCING FLESH)
(IN JAPANESE) Nishigawa.
I've thought of you as my brother.
Why don't you stake your future
on someone
who sees what you're worth?
Are you saying...
It's time for a changing of the guard.
Doesn't this seem familiar?
It's too dangerous.
Shoot him.
When you got old, you should've quietly quit.
(KNIFE CLATTERS)
(IN KOREAN) Fucking old geezer.
Now, you can do the trade with me.
What's going on here?
I've talked it over with Mr. Jung.
JUNMO: Wait.
My boss knows about this?
I'll be your new friend, Mr. Jung.
What do you say?
How can I trust you?
You have to.
There's no other option.
That was neatly done.
Now, can you trust me?
Thank you.
Now that we've cleared the obstacles,
let's continue our business.
(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)