All language subtitles for BELIEVER 2018 ENGCP

Look, look. It's her. See?

It's Cha Soo-jung, the druggie.

Why meet here? It's fucking embarrassing!

What's she wearing?

Taste good?

Is she for real?

It's my first meal today!

I can hear every fucking word,
you bitches!

What's with you?

Freakin' junkie. Let's go.

No, you girls can stay. Come back!

Like I said, Detective.

I may have taught her religion
and let her be my friend before,

but that's over now.
Why should I meet that bitch again?

That Mr. Lee can go fuck himself,
I'm pissed off!

Hey, control yourself!

Damn it…

Soo-jung, I'd be glad
never to see you again.

But that bitch called you,
asking you to work for Mr. Lee.

If it were something hard, I wouldn't ask.

Just do the interview and come back.

Call on this phone.

This is the last time, I promise.

You feel a bit sorry, don't you?

I…

What do you mean?

So you do care.

She'll pick me up at Yongsan
and take me to the terminal.

You're meeting at Yongsan,
why go to the terminal?

If you're curious, come along.

I can't go. How long will it take?

Two hours, she said.

Two hours…

I'll meet you at 9:00 p.m.
in the Yongsan Station lobby, okay?

You know…

I know everyone calls me a crazy bitch.

But still, I wish you wouldn't.

Crazy bitch!

I really want to live normally for once.

Then why do drugs?

'Cause the world's gone to shit.

Only you've gone to shit.

Only I do drugs?

Hey, watch your attitude.

Sit back down.

You want a hamburger?

Now you ask.

Come back!

A day after Ewoo Shipping CEO,
Lee Hak-seung, died of a heart attack,

political, economic and cultural figures
are paying their respects.

After founding Ewoo Shipping,

Lee supercharged Korea's economy
in the 1980s,

and led national development
projects in the '90s,

earning the title
of Korea's leading industrialist.

For God so loved the world…

However, after the doctor's statement that
there were no signs of health problems,

people are questioning
the real cause of Lee's death.

YOU RUN OFF? DO…

PHOTO MESSAGE RECEIVED

Soo-jung.

Soo-jung!

Hey…

Soo-jung! Come on!

Wake up, damn it!

Soo-jung!

Hey…

Raise the NS, keep checking her vitals.

Yes, doctor.

Are you family?

A policeman.

I meant, are you her family?

Someone needs to make arrangements.

Her condition is critical.

- Prepare the Ativan.
- Yes, doctor.

That son of a bitch…

Eight? Eight?

She's going into cardiac arrest!

Hey, Soo-jung.

I'll do CPR.

- Get out.
- Okay.

One, two, three, four, five, six.

- Get the defibrillator ready.
- Yes, sir.

Give me your report,
and try to explain yourself.

You've been on the narcotics team so long,

your judgment is blurred.

They told me 100 times to
form a new team, so what am I?

Do you know Mr. Lee's face,
name or age? Or even their gender?

You work like crazy
getting nowhere for two years, and...

You use a minor as bait
and get her killed?

Soo-jung was like a niece to me.

I have no interest in your relation
with that girl.

Forget it.

You're out of your mind.

I'm putting Team 2 on the case,
you're out.

I'm going to catch Mr. Lee.

You're fucking crazy!

Then don't provoke me!

Mr. Lee, that bastard, sent me a message.

"I killed your rat."

Fuck off, scumbag.

I need to catch him.

I will catch him.

Hey.

Hey!

Which floor is the narcotics team on?

Oh Yeon-ok.

You walked in here on your own two feet?

Thanks for recognizing me,
but that's a bit rude.

You really know me?

CEO of Yeon-ok Paint.

Mr. Lee's guardian and power broker?

You look like a thug,
but you're well-informed.

You want to catch Mr. Lee?

Do it. I'll help you.

But you have to hide me here.

I was supposed to die today, but I didn't.

If he finds out, he'll come for me.

They didn't even try to hide this factory.

Sir, the list of casualties.

No wonder we couldn't find it.

Look at the casualty list.

Everyone's here.

It was a meeting
with all the major executives.

All dead, right?

Ammonium nitrate bomb, with a detonator.

You see?

2007, 2012.

Those two explosions in Incheon, remember?

Those were ammonium nitrate, too.
Same methods.

Both those times,
it was your superiors who died.

Actually, it was you who benefited,
not Mr. Lee.

Mr. Lee set those bombs
to clear a path for me, it's true.

He became a star when Leica caught on.

That was all me, behind the scenes.

Guess how much my marketing earned him?

I was worth clearing a path for.

But this time he tried to kill me too.

So Mr. Lee is the culprit?

Yeah. But this time it's different.

He killed his master too, not long ago.

You saw the news?

Ewoo Shipping CEO, Lee Hak-seung.

Dead.

That captain of industry
was a drug master.

I thought you meant master
like in a kung fu movie.

Cuff her.

Catch the rabbit, kill the hunting dog.

A master in name only.

Lee Hak-seung was just another servant.

That famed industrialist spent years
wiping Mr. Lee's ass, then was dismissed.

You get what I'm saying?

Mr. Lee is the devil.

In here! Go, go!

Hey, what's going on?

There's a survivor.

I'll go there.

You take this guy to a doctor, okay?

Okay.

We're about to enter the Chinese market.

The scale is off the charts,
like Samsung-level.

At this crucial time,
Lee Hak-seung is bumped off

and half the HQ killed.

Why'd he do it?

It's a clean slate, a fresh start.

So Mr. Lee's ambitious.

But who is he?

I don't know.

Come on.

The remote marketing strategy
I developed was inspired by him.

He never appears in person.

He works behind the scenes.

Only Lee Hak-seung met him in person.

Still, I may not know who he is…

No smoking here!

But I know his name.

You curious?

Now I've got your attention.

This is tiring.

You're not tired, you don't talk.
Shall we rest?

Hey, order me some stew.

I need to eat regularly,
because of diabetes.

My driver's alive too,
so I told him to come here.

When he arrives, have him bring
my medication from the car.

As we rest,

let's not waste time.

The prosecutor's office
has a few items filed on me.

Let's start by canceling those, okay?

The survivor is Seo Young-rak. Age 28.

There were living quarters in the factory.

The entire ceiling collapsed,

but the fire didn't catch there,
so he lived.

Among the deceased was a female
factory worker, that's his mother.

Yook Pil-soon, age 56.

They lived there
back when it was a greenhouse.

When Mr. Lee bought it
and turned it into a drug factory,

they stayed on and did chores.

Just one survivor?

Right, no others.

They're still checking the second floor,

but the chances are slim.

And there was one dog.

Its burns were serious, so we rescued it.

She's a snake.

Junkies look up to Mr. Lee,
like he's Steve Jobs or something.

That's her doing too, I guess?

There are a lot of rumors
that Lee Hak-seung was murdered.

Given his medical history, there's
no reason he'd have a heart attack.

Was he really killed by Mr. Lee?

If she's telling the truth, maybe.

Or maybe she's toying with us.

But check up on Lee Hak-seung.

She took the pills and ate,
is it really diabetic shock?

- The driver brought the pills?
- Yeah.

Check up on him.

Right away.

You said he was unconscious.

He was. I stepped out
for, like, three minutes?

And then he was gone.

The doctor said it'd be a while
before he woke up.

Contact hospital security
and close off the exits.

We can't lose him.

He's the only one left.

Wait. Play it back.

He's unlikely to retrace his steps,

so we can rule out the emergency room.

He'll be looking for some way
out of the building.

Have a security guard
stationed at each restroom.

I found him on the hallway security cam,

but not after that.

Is there anywhere
in the hospital with no cams?

His mother's personal effects.
He won't even look at them.

He hasn't spoken a word.

He was carrying these two phones.

He received a message just now.

Doesn't look like spam.
Probably a password?

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- And the drug test?
- Negative.

Seo Young-rak.

I hear your mother called you Rak.

Mind if I call you that?

Who is Mr. Lee?

All right.

Still, you must know people
a couple levels above you.

You won't talk?

You haven't said a word yet.
For whose sake?

Sure, if you were raised
by an organization your whole life,

you'd be blindly loyal to them.

But in the end, your mother's dead
and you were almost killed.

All because of a boss you've never seen.

I feel bad for you.

Loyal as a dog. Oh, one dog survived.

He's covered in blood but still
wags his tail in front of people.

Is the dog all right?

They sent a photo.

Here it is. Wow, what cruel bastards.

We moved him to the hospital.
Hey, how's the dog?

His burns are pretty bad,
so they can't do surgery yet.

They're doing emergency care now.

He's in a lot of pain,

so they gave him painkillers
and are trying to save him.

Okay!

Let's go.

What's his name?

Jindo Dog.

It's not a Jindo breed.

His throat was crushed,
so they had to open it up again.

He'll still be able to eat,

but not bark.

Was it really Mr. Lee who did this?

He's got a history of cleaning out
his board with similar methods.

Someone gets on his nerves, he takes
them out, whether it's family or a dog.

Like somebody once said,

Mr. Lee is the devil.

Can you catch him?

I can.

How?

Nobody knows who he is. You don't either.

I'm going to catch him.

Over the years, several people
have claimed to be Mr. Lee.

They'd bad-mouth and suspect each other,

so there were a few fights at the factory.

A guy who worked with me
got his hand cut off.

So that's why he wanted to wipe them out.

Even knowing that
you and the dog were there.

No.

Nobody knew I was there.

I came back from a trip
earlier than expected.

Here they are.

So these two phones are both yours?

One's a company phone...

The other is for contacting
Chinese buyers.

You contact the Chinese buyers?

Yeah.

ASCII code.

Tomorrow at 8:00 p.m., Acre Hotel Suite,

I'm supposed to take the director
to meet the buyer.

Mr. Lee's entry into China.

- This is it?
- Yes.

But Mr. Lee won't show up.

But the Chinese buyer made it
a condition to meet Mr. Lee in person.

This buyer has top quality raw materials.

Tomorrow, I need to get him
to agree to supply us.

Then we make drugs with it,
go back to the buyer,

and complete the deal.

So Mr. Lee only shows up at the end.

Did you tell the company you came back?

Not yet.

Then you…

You're still in China,
and you haven't heard from the buyer yet.

We've got 18 hours. Go brush your teeth.

We're pulling an all-nighter.

Look at me.

MR. LEE

Buyer, Jin Ha-rim.

He's Chinese,
but was born in Mokpo, Korea.

That's the nickname he uses in Korea.

Recently Jilin emerged
as China's biggest drug market.

The true market size is unknown.

People say he controls
over half the drug market in Jilin.

Hundreds of millions in cash,

impossible to trace.

He leaves no record of himself anywhere.

Suddenly Mr. Lee sends him a sample,
asks him if he wants in.

Jin Ha-rim was stunned
that Mr. Lee even knew about him.

An answer came back that night.

That he was coming to Seoul
to meet Mr. Lee.

The one going to meet him
is Park Sun-chang.

An original member of Leica.

The organization's been cleaned out
a few times, right?

The fact he survived
shows how ruthless he is.

He used to be managing director
at Hankuk Airlines.

With his corporate background,
he's efficient, has a good reputation.

During the fight at the factory last year,

he took out his knife

and further secured his position.

The buyer's never met Jin Ha-rim?

Hardly anyone has.

Then Jin Ha-rim has never seen him.

I'm supposed to introduce them today.

Tell Park Sun-chang
the meeting's postponed an hour,

and the deal with Jin Ha-rim
is at 8:00 p.m. as scheduled.

We will direct this deal.

According to our script.

We'll meet him first.

They're here.

I thought we changed them all?

We did. Did you miss one?

Hello, sir.

Pleasure to meet you. I'm Park Sun-chang.

It's an honor.

Sir, we'll wait in the other room.

He's here.

Who are you?

I'm the one scheduled to…

Are you Mr. Lee?

No, I'm…

I came to see Mr. Lee.

We'll make the products
from your materials,

then he'll bring them directly to you.

Thank you.

Our organization has its own procedures.

You know what it means
that I came to Seoul?

I spend my life only in my house.

I don't do travel.

When I go out, things get on my nerves.

The worst of all…

are LED light bulbs.

They're so loud.

They give me headaches.

I came to Seoul.

Where is Mr. Lee?

Fucking hell, I thought
you were some nobody.

Who the hell are you?

My seat was right next to Lee Min-ho!

Did you take a picture?

See?

His face is smaller than mine!

My kitty's excited!

I got them tickets to a fashion show
with Lee Min-ho.

So they went out of their way
to come a bit early.

Out of our way?

When would I ever get
to sit next to Lee Min-ho?

Here you go.

A present.

Hey, I can't see.

Looks good.

I don't know how to tie it.
I'll look it up online.

Learn from me.

Miss!

You really are a beauty.

With an actress's face,
but a model's body.

Sir, there's an old Chinese proverb,

that if one does a lot of good deeds…

Models have small breasts.

Are these small?

This thing here…

It's a fake, right?

Our supplier's brother-in-law
makes these in Hangzhou.

Just tell me if you ever need anything.

He makes bespoke watches too.

Darling.

I buy the real thing.

Kitty.

Yeah?

Attention!

Spin!

You loser, buying fakes.

For the crime of knowing who I am…

this jerk here…

I could use him as dog food in Jilin.

But this kid never crosses the line.

That's good, right?

That's what you want in an employee.

Yes.

Halfway is the safe way.

Koreans made up that proverb…

but they never go halfway.

It's hot. Or cold.

All or fucking nothing.

Mr. Lee!

Mr. Lee's a funny guy.

"I'm sending a sample."

"Hope we can do business."

You know…

Even when people know me,

they pretend not to, to save their skins.

You crazy fools.

I could kill you right now,
and I've got nothing to lose.

Actually we had an accident
at our company recently,

a fire in our factory,
so things have been unsettled

as we've worked to recover what we can.

At the next meeting,
Mr. Lee will meet you personally.

I apologize again for his absence.

So this time,
I prepared different samples.

The ones from last time
were our Voyager series,

but this is our first hit, the Leica.

If Voyager is trendy and sensual,

then Leica is classic and weighty.

What do you think?

Sir.

How should we pick up the raw materials?

You think I want to do business with you?

Sir, your gun…

I'm just an employee on a salary.

Someone needs to report back.

You'll get the call.

One of you two.

Whether I give you
the raw materials today,

or kill you both…

you just wait for now.

Hurry, there's no time.

You go first. Run!

The monitors are ready. Everything's set.

You nervous?

"I could use him as dog food…"

- "I could use him as dog food…"
- "…in Jilin."

"I could use him as dog food in Jilin."

To your places, stand by.

It's 8:57. Three minutes to go.

Our man is here.

You heard about the Incheon factory?

It's a pity what happened
to your mom, but…

There's a thousand heads at stake
in this business.

You told the salt factory to be ready?

Bastard.

Let's not screw up.

"Halfway is the safe way…"

Let's wrap it up, people.
Dong-woo, get out of there now!

Almost done.

They're leaving the elevator.
Walking your way.

Dong-woo, get out! Time's up.

I'm going!

Wait, wait, wait!

Hold up.

They turned the corner.
Dong-woo, hide somewhere.

Incoming. Ten meters.

Team, don't be nervous. Keep calm.

Dong-woo, did you hide? You good?

Sir.

Where do I hide?

Hide anywhere, you idiot!

Wan shang hao!

Okay, team, relax. Don't worry, just open.

I'm Park Sun-chang.

It's an honor to meet you.

Don't smirk.

Don't bother trying to charm me.

I'm not going to like you anyway.

Sir, we'll wait in the other room.

Mr. Lee!

You guys are something.

Contacting me first!

Where's Mr. Lee?

I'll meet you first today,
and next time, Mr. Lee...

Even people who know me pretend not to,
to save their skins.

For the crime of knowing me,
I could wipe all of you out now!

I could rip your heads off,
and I've got nothing to lose, right?

Right?

Yes.

Drink up.

But this guy's okay.

He never crosses the line.

It's what you want in an employee.

Okay, show me.

You can rest easy about security.

Inside the organization,

each person only knows a few others,
above and below them.

So no fire gets too big.

The sample we sent before was the Voyager.

This is one of our best sellers, Leica.

Hold on.

What material did you use
to make it so opaque?

Is that really Leica?

Oh, sorry.

Are you all right?

What's with me? Gosh.

It's okay, miss.

I'll do it.

Sir.

I'll prepare it for you.

These are special raw materials,
so it's the highest quality.

And…

I specially prepared
one more thing for you.

This is a new product
designed for Chinese tastes.

Director.

Let's just do the Leica today.

I didn't tell him
about the new product yet.

Let go.

Let's just do as we planned.

You little fucker!

Bring it here!

Yes, sir.

From here, one after the other.

How is it?

You bastard!

Are you Mr. Lee?

He'll come next time, I promise.

I said I'd come to Seoul to meet Mr. Lee.

If Mr. Lee doesn't come next time,

you'll be pushing up daisies.

Breathe…

Sir…

Stay with me.

Please.

I stepped out of bounds. I'm sorry.

Listen.

If this deal falls through, I'm going to…

Is there any more ice?

Bring everything we have!

Bring ice, quickly!

Hurry up!

Pour it in.

Why'd you do it?

Why?

Why?

We have to get him out.

It's okay.

You!

Who told you to provoke Park Sun-chang?

Did you really think
we're on the same team?

Sir, hold on.

You just do what I tell you.
Your actions, your thoughts…

What you saw…

was just a dream.

Don't fuck with me.

You can't do anything without me.

Don't kid yourself.

Even before we're done,

I can throw you in jail.

A message from Jin Ha-rim.

He'll do the deal.

He's set aside the raw materials.

Hey, wanker, you fucked a girl yesterday?

But where will you make the drugs?

The factory burned down.

There's a salt factory in Taean.

The quality there's the best.

There are two cooks, both geniuses.

The problem is they don't communicate
by nature.

And after an accident last year,
they went independent.

Now they only talk to me.

They're no longer
with the company, either.

Why only you?

I'm the only one they can talk to.

Hello, sir.

Come here.

It's okay.

See you later.

The sign language interpreter.

- Hello.
- Hello.

I'm Jo Won-ho.

Kim Soo-hee.

The monitor is live.

Dude!

You're getting handsome… fucker?

Tell me everything, it's okay.

He's ugly.

He looks like a TV star.

- Get out!
- What do you mean, get out?

What's your problem?

Shut up, shut up.

Hey, I got this from a Chinese guy.

Which Chinese guy?

There's so much, your eyes will pop out.

It's okay, bring it out.

Wow, one, two, three, four, five…

Fuck, how many are there?

Two days? No way.

Two days?

No way we can do that.

Sure you can.

Crazy fool.

How much do you want to squeeze out of us?

I'll suck out everything you've got.

What, is this summer camp?
Have some coffee.

Fuck yourself. You fuck yourself.

I already did.

Do it again.

Come on, haul these inside.

Go wash your hands. I'll make you dinner.

You hungry? Let's eat.

Huh? What's wrong?

There was an explosion at the factory,
and my mother died.

But there were so many cops,

I couldn't hold a funeral.

Your mother passed away?

Which way is north? Go…

Croaker.

- Bring some croaker.
- Croaker.

She liked fish.

Right, hurry!

IN MEMORY OF YOOK PIL-SOON

When our dad passed away,

his mother did the same for us.
Right, I remember.

When you die you have no body,
so she'll definitely come here.

IN MEMORY OF YOOK PIL-SOON

What, are they robots?
How can they work 30 hours straight?

Hey, they're on drugs. We're on coffee.

- We're back.
- We're back!

Hi.

Looks like the factory explosion
will be blamed on Ms. Oh.

Incriminating evidence keeps turning up
at Yeon-ok Paint.

And since she died,
that complicates things.

Her autopsy results are out.

She took a hypertensive instead
of a suppressant, causing diabetic shock.

Someone switched her meds.

No evidence on the driver.
He even passed a lie detector test.

Mr. Lee punished her.

Sir.

Here's a file on Rak. Take a look.

They found this in the wreckage.

Who is this?

Not me.

Of course it's not. What are you?

But it is me.

Bastard.

Can I have a cigarette?

Every month, Yook Pil-soon received
a banana container from Hong Kong.

Usually it had 20 kg of bananas
and 1.5 kg of meth,

but once, there was a kid inside.

I was eight years old.

The year before,
the Young-rak in this photo

was playing behind a truck loading
at the factory, and got crushed.

They just buried him
without reporting his death.

I wore his clothes and ate from his bowl.

When a notice came for him
to go to school, I went.

And I got a citizen ID as Seo Young-rak.

So tell me.

Does that make me Seo Young-rak or not?

Were you expecting anyone?

No, no one.

Go in and act normal.

Don't forget, I'm watching you! Go.

One is Park Sun-chang.

And three cars behind him.

Can't see the plates from here.

The ones getting out look like guards.

Wait.

Someone's in that car.

Bloody hell, this is loud.

Director Brian is here.

What, Brian?

Director Brian is here.

That's what Park said.

Brian?

Say hello. This is Brian.

He's not on our list.

Seo Young-rak.

You're angry, aren't you?

You're grieving, outraged,

and burning up inside?

That's to be expected.
You've been through a lot.

It's natural.

What is your religion, Mr. Seo?

Answer him.

It's all right.

You can start by believing in one thing.

"But let him ask in faith,

nothing doubting," says the Scripture.

Of course,

your faith may be tested right now. Yes.

That's all right.

I won't let you fall.

You can lean on me.

Okay?

Did Mr. Lee give me this?

Does he know who I am?

How many times did I warn you?

Learn some manners
before I rip your eyes out.

Yes, sir?

About that Seo Young-rak.

My apologies for his behavior.

Actually,

I put some sense into him just now...

His services are no longer needed.
Let's do without him.

But, sir,

he's in charge of all communications,
so for now...

That wasn't a question.

Did you find out who he is?

He's the second son
of Ewoo Shipping CEO Lee Hak-seung.

What?

Brian.

Real name Lee In-mu.

He studied at a seminary in Canada.

Five years ago, he was expelled
for administering cocaine to believers.

In Ewoo Shipping too,
his brothers got promoted over him.

- He's always been overshadowed.
- Give me the Ewoo Shipping file.

That's not all.

Manslaughter.

Those six believers
all died of heart attacks.

On the same day.

Lee Hak-seung died of a heart attack, too.

But his team of lawyers
is like the Avengers.

Verdict is not guilty.

Looks like they silenced the press.
There's hardly anything.

Move over.

EWOO SHIPPING, BOARD MEMBERS
LEE IN-MU

"MY BUSINESS PHILOSOPHY
BASED ON FAITH"

DIRECTOR BRIAN

Yes, Brian.

If you turn a blind eye to Rak
just this one time,

I'll deal with him personally.

But for now, we need him.

Jin Ha-rim only trusts Rak,

and the salt factory
is impossible to handle without him.

If we expel him now, it could...

Let us…

pray together.

Sir… Please…

What the fuck?

Mr. Park.

How many times did I tell you,
no matter what happens,

never come see me here.

Right?

If these basic rules are not upheld,

then we all fall prey to disbelief.

I'm sorry.

I'll…

fix things, and…

fix things.

Amen.

Amen.

Nice work.

Take care of yourself.

Okay, Jeong-il and Dong-woo stand-by here.

As soon as we get Mr. Lee,
arrest the factory boys.

So-yeon, you drive out first.
Duk-cheon, come with me.

We deliver the products, and we're done.

Let's go get Mr. Lee.

- Yes.
- See you later.

What, are you joking?

We brought in a truckload, and this is it?

That's worth $18 million.

I'll be on my way.

Who's that Brian?

I'd heard of him,
but this was the first time I saw him.

So Park Sun-chang will pick this up
at Hannam-dong, 6:00 p.m.?

Yes.

Wait here a second.

You little shit.

Lee Min-ho has a girlfriend.

Why are you so careless?

You Koreans sure are talented.

You make great kimchi,
great semiconductors…

great drugs.

I'm relieved to hear
that you're satisfied.

When you do business,

the most important thing
is to know people.

Your money, your life all depend on it.

But how can you read people
correctly every time?

I'm not a shaman.

You know my strategy?

Whoever it is,

I never trust the bastard.

Where were you taking the drugs?

I'm sorry, sir.

Our deal is tomorrow,
then where were you going?

Mr. Lee wanted to personally
inspect the product first.

Since it's such an important deal.

That guy there?

Is he Mr. Lee?

No, he isn't.

Right, he isn't.

That guy isn't Mr. Lee.

And you're a cop!

You fucking assholes!

Huh?

Isn't that the truck that Rak was driving?

Something's gone wrong.

It'd be a shame to kill you two right now.

On the way back to Jilin,
I'll cut you up piece by piece,

and only after you're fed to the fish
will my rage be spent.

Damn, what piece to cut off first?

Wait just a minute, please.

Save me.

What?

I said, save me.

- Huh?
- Dying now would be too…

Duk-cheon!

You fucker!

Duk-cheon!

Duk-cheon, get up. You're fine.

Fuck.

Shoot, you bastard!

You all right?

I'm okay.

Jeong-il…

You shithead.

Who the fuck do you think I am?

Asshole.

You're a real jerk!

Out of bullets?

What?

You bastard!

Stay still!

Stay!

Uncle!

Uncle!

Goddamn you.

Don't you know what "Uncle" means?

Don't flinch!

Get up.

I'm not done yet!

Let go.

All right.

All right!

Give me the gun!

Rak.

Call Park Sun-chang,

and tell him you're running late.

24 MISSED CALLS

Yeah.

Listen to me, there was an accident…
We lost Dong-woo.

What?

Dong-woo is dead.

What?

- Sir…
- What happened?

There was a bomb planted
in the salt factory.

It exploded. Those cooks set up a trap.

Dong-woo died…

Get over here, bastard.

Why didn't you tell me
the factory boys were armed?

Tell me!

Since his hand was cut off,

I heard he kept guns
or homemade bombs for defense.

He probably never thought he'd use it.

The number you have called
cannot be reached…

Son of a bitch!

You goddamn motherfucker!

We couldn't make it on time. I'm sorry.

The quantity was so…

You think you're smart, huh?

You think you're the only ones
who can make Leica?

Anyway, you're finished.

I delivered the product.

I'll get a call when Mr. Lee
finishes inspecting it.

I never thought
that would happen to Dong-woo.

You won't believe anything I say,
will you?

But, sir.

You need me.

Sir.

A message from Mr. Lee.

6:00 p.m.

- The terminal.
- Terminal?

Which terminal? In the Seoul region alone,
there are more than 20.

Sir.

You don't think?

Sir.

Without blinking an eye,
he got Dong-woo killed and fucked us up.

But we're still going to trust him?

Why?

Move.

Fuck!

Let's go get Mr. Lee.

Get up.

You don't trust me.

From the start, I never trusted you.

It's okay.

I trust you.

CHA SOO-JUNG - DECEASED

OH YEON-OK - DECEASED

LEE HAK-SEUNG - DECEASED

MR. LEE

They search you
when you enter the terminal.

You can't bring electronics or weapons.

How many left in our team?

Right now…

I persuaded him to come back.

We want to catch Mr. Lee.

Did you eat something?

This is for you.

Let's get ready.

YONGSAN STATION

What the hell?
The terminal is Yongsan Station?

Call for backup.

Hello, sir.

What's with your face?

Sir, please raise your arms.

This is our managing director, Brian.

Do you always treat VIPs so carelessly?

Did we?

Did you?

Please forgive us. This way.

Mr. Park has something
to settle with Mr. Seo.

Don't be long.

Let's go.

That's the new product
we showed you before.

This is our production room.

I pay each of them $1 million a year.

I scouted them myself.

That's the Gyeongbu train line.

At night,

if you look out this way…

you'll find it to be quite relaxing.
I love it here.

Does it suit your tastes, Miss?

So, where did you take Seo Young-rak?

You rubbing him out?

Did you get sick of him?

You think it was Mr. Lee who ordered this?

I decided myself, asshole.

With all my heart.

I told you I'd rip your eyes out.

It's going to hurt.

Straight to the head!

You mean, you're Mr. Lee?

When I met you,

I couldn't introduce myself at once.

I am indeed Mr. Lee.

Let's crack things open one at a time.

You wanted to work in the family business,
but he refused?

I mean CEO Lee Hak-seung.

He wasn't overprotective, so was it,
so to speak, belief issues?

In the end, persuasion was no use,

so you killed your father?

Stop, stop.

Stop.

What you said just now…

That crossed a line.

I know Mr. Lee.

I've known him a long time.
Much longer than you imagine.

I got this far by focusing only on him.

You know something?

If you concentrate so much on one person,

some strange,
inexplicable belief rises in you.

So why does something feel wrong to me?

Listening to you,

your words have no pretext,
no justification.

My father Lee Hak-seung believed that

this thing called salvation

is not something that comes
from belief or faith.

If a person carries an improper faith,

it's the same as having
an incurable disease.

So sometimes death itself…

can be a method of healing.

Well, anyway,

since you're the one
who flipped over the chessboard,

I'll just do as I please, okay?

You jerk.

Droning on, trying to look cool.

Hiding your true colors, huh?

So you all want to play hard to get?

I need to check something,
so sit down and wait.

You jerks, it's rude to stand
in front of a guest!

Sit down, assholes!

What's that?

Huh?

I said, what is that?

Mr. Lee sent it.

So you sent it.

But you didn't know?

Open it up.

Slowly!

What the hell is it?

Shit!

MR. LEE

You demon!

Hold it.

Come on.

Fucker.

Come here, you.

Don't make a move!

- Hands up!
- Don't move, down!

Freeze!

Hurry up.

Gas masks off.

Off with the masks!

How old are you, kids?

You okay?

Those bastards took Brian.

- So-yeon!
- Yes. I'm okay.

- You two check the stairs.
- All right.

You come with me.

Hello, sir.

You…

Did you really think
you could become Mr. Lee that way?

Seo Young-rak…

It figures… I almost died because of you,

so perhaps you could've become him.

What a waste.

Hey.

This is ridiculous.

Nine people?

Those are the ones I remember,
but there must be more.

People calling themselves Mr. Lee.

But I wouldn't care
if there were hundreds of them.

Lying is in Koreans' DNA.

Because reality sucks.

That desire to be recognized.

It's quite sad, really.

But the rest of the impostors,
they were all but words.

This is the first time
anyone's taken it this far.

To be honest, I was shocked.

And I'm really curious.

Who is this crazy fool?

Go that way.

Killing Lee Hak-seung,

and removing Ms. Oh was all fine.

Let's just say it is.

But the factory explosion…

You seem to have copied my methods,

but you didn't do it right.

You only thought of the goal,
not the "why" of it.

If you're going to do it, do it right.

I spent all that time building an image
for myself.

There was no sense
or sensibility in your work.

That's why all your life,
your father called you an idiot.

Wait a minute.

Can we…

Can we pray?

I'll pray for you.

No, thank you.

I know you're a smart man.

But you made three big mistakes.

Ms. Yook Pil-soon,
who worked like a dog all her life,

her hair was burned and stuck to her head.

You know what I thought then?

She should've burned quickly.

So fast that she couldn't feel any pain.

And then, you couldn't even kill the dog.

His back is all burned,

and everything from his intestine
to his anus is all melted.

He lived and suffered through all that.

But your worst mistake…

was thinking you could replace me.

The nerve to pretend you were Mr. Lee
in front me.

Are you scared?

You're scared?

Are you scared, asshole?

MR. LEE

I told you before. I trust you.

So you caught him.

You…

Mr. Lee is going to the lobby.

Out of the way!

Out of the way.

Leica.

What's its name?

Jindo Dog.

It's not a Jindo breed.

Why did you call it Jindo Dog?

The breed isn't Jindo.

I like Jindos.

Jindo Dog!

Hey.

Hey, Jindo Dog!

Leica.

…then Sun-chang says,

"If this is it, I've had a decent life."

Fucking idiot.

Mr. Lee and his gang were arrested,

and a total $30 million worth of drugs,

including 20 kg of Leica, were seized.

The suspect Lee,
who went by the name Mr. Lee,

is an heir to a prominent shipping group.

Lee's organization set up
a gigantic drug production

and distribution operation…

Front page on the economics paper too.

I said in the report
that it's not Mr. Lee.

He confessed!

No, it was false representation.

Let's see…
How long have we worked together?

Thirteen years?

How come you still have no sense?

- Come on.
- What?

That dealer who took you for a ride?

You don't even know his name.

Or if he's a Chink or a Jap, even.

The Mr. Lee who confessed
called himself Mr. Lee.

But actually the real one
was the guy who hung out with the cops.

We don't know his name or nationality,
but we'll catch him!

Is that it?

That's your truth?

What I need is resolution,
not determination!

- So that's it.
- What now?

I wondered what they meant.

"The world's gone to shit, so I do drugs."

What are you talking about?

Huh?

Where are you going?

To find a dog.

Sir, we're reorganizing our files now.

Let's start over from the beginning.

The case is closed. It's over.

Why don't you go shower
and get some sleep?

Sometimes,

when you chase something like hell,

you wonder, what am I chasing and why?

At times like that,

just go wash up and get some sleep.

I just hope you all never feel jaded.

Good work, everyone.

Leica!

A GPS on Leica… What were you thinking?

That I might not find you.

Do you believe in yourself?

Then how'd you make it all the way here?

Good question.

You're a good person.

But Mr. Lee is dead.

Yes, officially.

But you're still alive.

So?

Who am I?

I don't even know who I am.

The container I came in.

My parents were in it, too.

On the way over, they overdosed and died.

Both of them.

In front of me.

What will you do now?

Want some coffee?

Have you ever been happy in your life?