Go!
Whoa!
Stop!
Damn it!
Drop the bag!
Oh, shit!
Come here!
Start the car!
Hurry up! Hurry. Run faster.
Hurry, hurry! Come on!
Start the car!
-Bastards. -Run faster!
Hurry!
Please hurry up.
Come on. Door. Door. Door. Come on, let's go!
God dammit.
BLOODHOUNDS
People borrowing from Kim Myeong-gil is way more than we thought.
They all enter the bar in one-hour intervals.
Some of them in official police vehicles.
I don't know his name,
but there was also a professional baseball player.
Yeah, well, seems he's expanded his reach.
I knew it that Myeong-gil was an ex-convict.
He begged for my help.
He said all he wanted was a fresh start.
And like an idiot…
I fell for it.
After Myeong-gil screwed me,
I went into hiding with Mr. Oh.
That's when I heard rumors that he'd started a company
using the money and bonds he had stolen from me.
I should've taken care of him a long time ago.
I taught him everything.
I didn't have the courage.
I wish I would've gained some by now.
I shouldn't have stopped you from going after him
and giving him what he deserved.
I'm sorry.
I was too afraid I'd lose you as well.
You've always…
cared for me and protected me like I was family.
I'm always…
…ready to lay my life on the line for you anytime you need it, sir.
I know you are.
And I'm sorry.
Hello.
Okay.
Come on back.
So, uh, it seems the kids just got jumped
while they were moving all the money.
-Are they hurt? -No, they didn't mention it.
But, uh,
they said they lost the money from the safe.
Are they hurt or not?
I think they're all right.
They also… tied one of them up but didn't want to finish him off.
Now what?
When an ER receives a patient that was injured doing something illegal…
…the doctors are obligated to call the police.
That's why I used to have surgeons of my own
ready to operate at all times.
I'm pretty sure Myeong-gil must have a similar arrangement.
I'll go get Du-yeong. He's gonna find him fast.
Good job.
Hey.
Good job.
Uh, yeah.
Get some sleep, okay? Come to the restaurant tomorrow.
What? Uh, what for?
For food.
Oh.
Okay?
I don't usually eat lunch.
-You will. -Yeah.
Go on.
Hey.
You okay?
We lost all the money in the safe. I'm really sorry.
But you're not hurt anywhere, right?
Oh.
No.
That's all that matters.
Oh. I… I have more boxes to move. You should sleep.
Hyeong-ju, are you sure you're not hurt?
Yeah.
It's not that I didn't pay them back, but this guy just came in…
In-beom is going to be fine,
but his eardrum is busted.
I got a license plate. I'll run it through tomorrow.
What do you mean "tomorrow"?
That's when the officers we pay are on duty.
Watch your tone with me.
Don't push me.
Ah, shit.
If it's an unregistered vehicle or fake plates,
is it possible to track it with the security cameras?
It's definitely possible, but it would take us a little while.
License plates can be looked up on the police Intranet.
But if we're talking about getting security footage,
that's a different story. We'd have to… be able to get inside control centers,
and I would need to pay off the right kinds of people.
Money is not an issue.
Just get it done quickly.
Yes.
I want you to find out who owns the building.
If it's Choi, you need to get his home address.
Yeah.
You can go now.
Let me talk to Jang-do.
Sir?
You heard me.
Sure.
Beom,
why do you think they left him there?
Is it because they had run out of time?
Jang-do. Jang-do, huh?
You're thinking far too positively right now.
Think negatively for a change.
Try to understand.
Those bastards are trying to kill you.
You should allow that idea to drive your thoughts.
So why'd they leave him there?
They're planning to track him.
Okay then.
We need to get more men and put them at the hospital.
Yes.
And we need to follow Jun-min.
Why? Did he do something wrong?
Uh, I told you to think negatively about this.
Mr. Choi may have info on him.
Ah.
Jun-min is just a coward.
He's turned way too easily.
It'll be very obvious.
One look at his face, and he just gives everything away, huh?
Sir.
All right now.
Beom is just a small fry here.
So Lee Du-yeong is our man.
He's got a bike.
That's who they'll send to tail him.
Yeah.
Block the streets and trap him.
Yes.
Should be fun.
Oh!
Did you sleep well, sir?
Did you get any sleep?
Yeah.
You got back so late. You should rest now.
I got plenty of sleep, but thank you.
Ah, Gun-woo,
I've been meaning to talk to you, actually.
Oh.
Hyeon-ju, uh… You may have noticed she always has a bit of an edge to here.
Oh.
I think that's the reason why she acts a little cold at times.
Ah.
But she seems to have softened considerably
since meeting you and Woo-jin.
For that, you have my gratitude.
We really enjoyed working with Hyeon-ju.
Oh, very good.
So, the money I paid you in advance,
it's gone.
Oh, so… where did the money go then?
I meant to say that we're even now.
Oh, why?
Do you have any idea how much money you managed to recover?
Uh, well…
I'm going to give you a nice bonus for a safe transport.
Oh, uh…
I'd like to pay it back by putting my fair share of work, sir.
You've already done your share.
You three managed to retrieve a considerable sum.
So from this moment, you're not indebted to me anymore.
Get your mom and go open a new café somewhere nice.
I'll make all the necessary investments.
Thank you so much, Mr. Choi.
I want to help you catch Kim Myeong-gil
I'll do that until the very end.
You've been very helpful.
I know that, but I'd like to see it to the very end.
Why?
To repay my debt.
You've done enough already.
It's not enough in my book, sir.
It's not over until it's over for real.
Yeah.
It's not over till it's over for real.
We should have a drink sometime soon.
Oh, I don't really drink, unfortunately.
Huh.
I'll be more than happy to pour your drinks, sir.
-Go on. -Oh, okay.
Use wasabi and soy sauce.
Mm.
Wild caught.
You see, farmed halibut have a lot of fat in their fins that can be too heavy.
But wild ones like this have all that fat evenly distributed.
It's such a clean and exquisite flavor.
I can still taste it.
And it's aged to perfection.
Huh.
You? An expert?
Oh…
I was a restaurant YouTuber back in the day,
but my channel didn't get enough subscribers, so I quit.
This was my first time having it cut long.
It wraps around your mouth like a whip.
That was the best halibut I've ever had, sir.
Love it.
That was amazing.
Hey, I'm a hustler.
I'll subscribe.
-I told you it's over. -Oh.
You kids went through a lot.
That's why I wanted to treat you.
-Thank you, sir. -Thank you.
What do you plan to do now?
Well, kill the big guy.
Then catch the one that looks like a wildcat.
That one is Kim Myeong-gil's cleanup crew.
He's the one they send around buying people's silence
and threatening their lives whenever it's needed.
We'll fuck him up.
And then he's going to lead us to where the bodies are buried.
Then we'll have Kim Myeong-gil.
-Then Smile Capital is over. -That's right.
Well, what do we do if we don't find any bodies?
Well, we can find a murder weapon or maybe some security footage.
Here.
As for the yellowtail,
the age--
Oh, sorry I'm late.
-Sit, sit. Sit, sit. -Took your time.
Lee Du-yeong. Nice to meet you. Pound this.
-Kim Gun-woo, sir. -Uh-huh.
-Hong Woo-jin. -Oh, boxer fists. Hello.
I went to the underpass that day.
I went over there as soon as your grandfather called me,
but I got there late.
Then I saw those goons lying on the ground and thought,
"These guys can fight."
Remember when you wanted to be a boxing champion back then?
-That was a long time ago. -What is it?
We got a hit.
Who?
The sales director.
Let's talk in the back.
What? Why? They're coming with us.
What are you talking about?
-What's the problem? -It'll make them all accomplices.
Hey, they're the ones who wanted in.
Listen, once you have a record, boxing days are over. Got it?
Yeah.
Why are you fighting Kim Myeong-gil, Mr. Hwang?
I'm here to finally avenge our boys.
But you could die fighting him.
Aren't you… afraid?
What I'm really afraid of is not managing to kill the fucker.
Okay, and what about you two?
-I'm in. -Me too.
Why?
Because Kim Myeong-gil is a bad man.
My family would have been ruined without the help of Mr. Choi.
I'm only good at fighting,
so I'll help however I can.
Same here.
These two Marines, they're ready for your assistance, sir.
You two are Marines?
Yes.
Are you a Marine?
Exempted, but he was.
Oh!
Salute!
Hey, can you stop telling everyone my personal shit, man?
This is how you get to know people.
Put your hands down.
What was your class?
Sit down.
You are my senior Marine!
Are you really going to make me get up?
Now sit down.
Once a Marine, always a Marine, sir!
-Whoa! -Go easy on him.
This punk trying to one up on me.
No, sir. It's the Marine spirit.
Uh, sir, he's just high on pride.
If you could let him off the hook this one time.
"High on pride"?
Oh, uh, too much MCP, sir.
And what is that, huh?
-It's short for Marine Corps Pride. -Ah.
What's your class?
He's high on MCP.
Please tell me.
571. Happy?
Sir.
Salute!
And you?
You think I can't put up a fight?
Mr. Choi might worry about you.
That's all.
I started this thing.
I'm gonna end it.
Okay.
We strike tonight.
Once you take down the sales director, you'll have to call me directly.
I'll be at the hospital.
Got it.
Why do we have to wait to go in?
If the director has goons protecting him, they're onto us.
That means thugs are at the hospital.
Isn't it dangerous for Du-yeong to go in alone?
He's too fast for them.
Wouldn't it be safer if we all ganged up on Kim Jun-min,
and went with him to the hospital?
Once they know that we're coming for them, it's going to be all hands on deck.
And we're dead.
There's too many.
That's why we split up and hit at the same time.
-Mm-hm. -It's risky, but it's how we win this.
I'm on a motorcycle.
I'll dip if it gets rough.
What do you think we should do?
Can you ride a motorcycle?
No.
They're way too fast.
What?
Nothing, sir.
I'll bring these guys with me.
I may need help at the hospital.
Okay.
Then I'll go with Du-yeong, okay?
I'll bring my bike.
All right.
Shall we have some food?
-Yeah. -Yeah.
I didn't know you rode.
-Yeah. -What kind?
I ride a naked bike.
Hey, we look kinda similar, yeah?
-Right? -Yeah.
Damn it.
Why are you mad? We look good.
Where'd you serve, sir?
Just leave it be.
Stop it, man.
Hey, Min-dong.
-Get some soup and rice. -Yes, sir.
Duk.
-How are you? -Oh, good. Been a while.
This is my friend.
-Oh, hello. -Hi.
I've already prepped.
The new ones are beautiful.
-Have you ridden one? -Yeah, briefly a while back.
You're both Marines.
They taught you how to use knives, right?
-Try this. -Oh, no.
They didn't?
-No. -No.
Then take these.
Sir, are we… planning on using knives?
-Did I just say that? -Well, you just offered them.
I did.
I'm sorry, sir!
You need to know how to use a knife, so you can counter someone using one.
You need to know how they think.
Oh.
You scared me.
Okay. This one's yours.
It's the fastest.
It suits you.
Sashimi knives don't have a guard between the hilt and blade.
Because it's not meant to stab.
Now, look. If you stab hard,
your hand slides forward, and the blade fucks you up.
If you want to stab with this,
you need to support the end.
And that…
…prevents slipping.
If they come at you like this, what do you think they're going for?
They're probably trying to slash your hand or wrist, sir.
That's right. Not a kill attack.
In boxing terms, it would be like throwing light jabs.
-Mm-hm. -Ah.
Once more! Keep it up.
Loosen up and keep circling.
And if they're supporting the hilt with both hands,
It's the kill.
If you push down the knife with your thumb,
your hand won't slide unless there's a lot of force behind it.
If they're using this grip, it means they're experienced.
You're swinging like a bat.
-So relax? -It's too much force.
-Uh-huh. -That's right.
That's it!
-What the hell? Amazing. -Show me. Show me.
Try to fuck with me, and I'll kill you.
Deal the cards.
-Fuck. Let me have this. -Hey, show me.
What's up, man?
You fucking pricks!
We'll wait here.
Whoa, whoa!
-Which apartment are you visiting? -603.
A car is coming.
There's a goon.
What now?
We'll wait.
INCOMING CALL
Damn it.
Thank you.
Now, listen.
If you want to survive doing this work,
you gotta sell everything.
All of it.
Your fists, soul,
all of your dreams.
But you can never sell out your friends and family.
That's no way for you to live.
-Yeah. -Yes.
Once we're inside the hospital,
if I tell you guys to run, don't argue and just run.
I'll take care of things myself.
You hear me?
You just said not to abandon our friends or family, right, sir?
I'm a criminal.
We may be in the same boat right now, but we're not a family, all right?
We'll never meet again.
So don't get attached to any of this, okay?
Understood?
Yeah.
Kim Jun-min is here.
What should we do?
Mr. Lee, what do we do?
Can you hear me?
-Just answer me. -It's a go.
Ah, shit. This asshole!
-Fuck! -Call the hospital, idiot!
You son of a bitch!
-You motherfucker! -Die, asshole.
Do-hu, put this asshole in the trunk.
Get him up!
What the hell?
Who is that fucker?!
Fuck!
Hey! Whoa, whoa!
Are you okay?
MAIN BUILDING PATIENT ROOM, BLOCK 17
DU-YEONG
What's up?
You all right?
Okay.
Let's go.
-Okay. -Yes, sir.
That was Im Jang-do.
BITCOIN
That's right, up you go.
Damn it!
I know. We're just--
Hold on.
Damn it!
The hell?
-Let's go. -Okay.
-Careful. -Okay.
WE'VE GOT IM JANG-DO TAKING HIM TO DU-YEONG'S STORE
Gentlemen.
-Hello. -Hello.
Put him in that.
Yes.
One, two…
Careful with him.
Where's the salt?
Salt?
In the office.
Go make some salt water.
Find a bucket, dump it in.
Okay.
-Let's go. -All right.
In the corner.
-Okay. -Yes.
Hyeon-ju, you okay?
Yeah, are you all right?
Mm-hm.
We got Im Jang-do.
-Mm-hm. -What about you?
Uh, I was outside, but Du-yeong got him.
-Oh. -He killed him?
Let's go make the salt water.
-Come on. -Uh-huh.
We can use this.
-Water? -I think I saw it downstairs.
Let's go.
Hyeon-ju, come on.
Yeah?
I'll be there in five minutes, so shake him up a little.
Oh, and… have Hyeon-ju and the guys watch.
What's up?
He told me to have Hyeon-ju watch.
Why?
I hope she can take it.
Hello, sir. This way.
Stop. Now show us the stairs.
We don't have cameras on that side.
Why not?
We just don't.
Are you kidding me? You shit--
So, tell me something.
Are there any cameras facing the building?
The police would probably have some.
How's Jun-min?
He's still unconscious.
Go to the management office
and get the plates of the fuckers who attacked him.
Yes.
Right there, man.
How much do we pour in?
Uh, didn't he tell us to use it all?
It's a lot.
Let's put it all in. I guess that's what he wants.
Okay.
But why?
Making salt water.
Bring it here.
Uh, yes.
Sit down and watch.
Why?
Mr. Choi's orders.
My pet peeve is people not talking when they say they're going to.
That means you'll nod your head only when you have something to say to us.
Because if you nod and don't talk, I promise I will cut your lips off.
Got it?
You don't want to talk?
Hyeon-ju.
Why did you make me watch?
Myeong-gil has probably started looking for Im Jang-do by now.
We don't have much time.
You watched because I wanted you guys to know something.
What are you talking about?
This is not going to end until someone dies.
And there's no guarantee that someone won't be me.
Why would you say something so horrible?
-Hyeon-ju. -That's enough.
Hyeon-ju!
Mr. Oh, look after her.
Yes, sir.
Oh, goddammit, that kid.
-Gun-woo. -Uh, yes.
If you end up…
fighting Myeong-gil,
can you protect the others?
Will you please do that for me?
With all of my will, sir.
Thank you so much.
We don't have much time.
Let me teach you just one thing now.
In order to take down an organization, all you need is
dispersion and division.
People tend to trust those that know and empathize with them.
If you're not able to gain their trust,
your organization can be divided.
Take that off.
Im Jang-do?
I've been led to believe that you
may be the one who understands Myeong-gil the best of all his men.
Myeong-gil is a very violent, cruel man.
But he's capable of reading people like a book.
He truly gets them.
I'm sure plenty of his men take him at his word.
But you're smarter.
You know Myeong-gil.
You know he doesn't ever empathize with any one of his people.
He's cold and calculating.
Always thinking how best to move his little pieces to his advantage.
You knew all this, and you still decided to work for him.
Why?
At first, you were just led by greed.
In only one year,
he paid you what a major corporate gig would have paid in five.
Graduating from the Police Academy was supposed to give you authority,
but you ended up getting yourself demoted.
It was all about your pride.
I suppose that pride was the real reason you were fine working for him after all.
You were confident that you could keep your sense of agency.
You'd never lose that.
Not to a low-life thug.
And if by chance he found some reason to kill you,
you could just run off
with the money you made working for him.
Hm, I like that plan.
If I took your photo and decided to sent it to him right now
and said that you gave me the names of the people he had you kill,
he would surely believe me over you.
After all, what man wouldn't squeal if they were in your current position?
Then he'd call back all the men he sent out to find you…
…unleash a pack of bloodhounds,
and they'll kill you in no time.
You wouldn't even get a chance to plead your case.
He won't let you.
Myeong-gil doesn't care about the truth.
The math tells him to bury you.
I mean, if there is one person on the planet
who knows every single one of Myeong-gil's crimes,
that person is you, isn't it?
You know him just as well as I do.
If I plant even the smallest seed of doubt about you to Myeong-gil…
you are a dead man.
Fuck.
Wait. Damn it.
Why should I die?!
Fuck me!
Im Jang-do!
Shut up and listen to me!
If you don't pull yourself together, you will die.
Tell me everything.
And I will send you to a safe country far away from here
with more than enough money to live.
I taught Myeong-gil everything.
I know of places that he hasn't even heard of.
This is a promise.
You were already planning to leave sooner or later.
I'm giving you the chance to do it.
If I talk,
how much money?
I'd answer quickly if I were you.,
Myeong-gil and Smile Capital are going down for good.
After that, you're in Guam.
I know some people there.
You'll have plenty enough to start a new life.
Get him some clothes.
How long have you worked for him?
Five years.
And what is it you do exactly?
I ensure Mr. Kim's illegal dealings fly under police radar
and make sure things run smoothly if the police do sniff around.
All right, but what did you do?
For small stuff, me and In-beom handled it.
And for bigger things, we used Kim's service company.
What small stuff?
Like…
…filming things to use against people.
You threatened Iil Group, am I right?
Tell me.
Look, Mr. Kim made me do it.
He didn't ask you who made you do it. He asked you what you did.
I gathered some footage of the Iil Group heir.
And?
We just… We stripped him.
Why?
Tell me everything from the start.
There was a 40-story boutique hotel being built in Gangnam,
but the company went bankrupt during the pandemic.
Mr. Kim got wind of intel
that the Iil Group heir was going to take over the hotel project.
But from whom?
The hotel became an eyesore, so Seoul City decided to step in.
They were looking for someone with cash.
An assemblyman who plays golf with Mr. Kim recommended him to the mayor.
He wants the… hotel to become a casino.
Seoul City said they'd grant him a permit for it.
Mr. Kim got excited.
But the Iil Group heir tried to back out,
so I forced him to cooperate.
How many people have you taken videos of?
Fifty.
And Myeong-gil still has all of them?
Yeah.
He sees people's weakness as a source of income.
He never gets rid of anything that's of value to him.
Where does he keep these videos?
He keeps an encrypted hard drive in a safe inside his bedroom.
But it's this German smart safe.
It has a biometric lock.
And if he knows there are any issues arising,
he can incinerate everything inside it.
He can press a button on his phone,
and this thing will burn its contents.
Nothing left.
He knows that this is a double-edged sword.
A weapon in his hands but evidence for the police.
The service company, is it a gang?
Yeah.
How big?
I believe it's around 30, but they can get more.
And who runs it?
It's Mr. Jung.
He's basically Mr. Kim's guard dog.
He was an MMA fighter,
but apparently he was banned for beating a man to death in the octagon.
That's when he was recruited.
Who handles the bodies?
Mr. Jung takes care of that.
Tell me everything you know.
Three years ago,
Mr. Kim had a bit too much to drink and killed a man with his bare hands.
I was nearby at the time,
so I handled the scene until Mr. Jung arrived.
He called a 3-ton fish truck with an aquarium
and carried the body away.
From the way he spoke to the driver, it seemed like he did this a lot.
The name?
I don't remember the name.
I see.
I know a hospital in Incheon.
I'll call an ambulance, and you'll get some rest.
Once everything is over,
I'll arrange a flight and ID for you.
Do not try to contact anyone.
Otherwise, he'll find you.
Your phone. I'm keeping it.
Let me ask you one last thing.
Where does he keep his gold stashed?
Only In-beom knows.
Tell me why that is.
In-beom is the only person Mr. Kim trusts.
They met in prison.
and they've saved each other's lives multiple times.
In-beom would give his life for him.
I don't know everything Mr. Kim is thinking,
but I know In-beom is like a brother.