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[Episode 5]
Is Heo Jun here?
Why do you ask?
His Lordship has asked for him.
For what reason? Why is he asking for Jun?
How should I know? Go get him.
I will do anything and everything it takes to save my father.
Please help me find a way.
Jun, Jun.
His Lordship has asked for you. Make preparations.
What is this about?
I don't know.
Hold on, hold on.
Wear this.
What is it?
I prepared it in case you ever needed it.
Forget it.
Jun.
A tall hat and full robes don't become me.
Wearing these things is a show of bravado.
No need to put on airs for His Lordship, is there?
When he asks for you, it's no trivial matter.
Please wear it for me.
Milord, Heo Jun is here.
Let him enter.
Go on.
Sit.
My Lordship, the wound has festered. I have to squeeze out the pus.
Go ahead.
It will be excruciatingly painful since I'll scrape your skin.
That is not a concern.
Then I will treat the wound.
Do you know how I got this wound?
I do not.
When I was a military officer in Hyesan at your age,
a barbarian struck me with an arrow.
An entire life on the frontier, and I am merely a governor now.
Yet I've always upheld the honor of my sword and family.
But how do you explain your life?
Hanging out with thugs and getting into fights.
Drunken nights at the gisaeng house. Did I hear wrong?
Pathetic fool.
One's social position cannot be veiled by a nobleman's attire.
Stop playacting as a noble and clean up your life.
Never let me hear of you hanging out with thugs again.
Or I will punish you myself.
Milord, the new commander from Euiju is here.
I am Bae Cheon-su, commander of Euiju.
What brings you here?
I am chasing a runaway criminal upon orders from Pyongyang.
I am here to request your cooperation.
Who is this criminal?
An ex-Secretary of Defense, Lee Jeong-chan, and his daughter.
Lee Jeong-chan?
Pyongyang is currently investigating a conspiracy.
They need Lee's testimony, so I must take him to the capital.
But he and his daughter have deserted their place of exile.
Let's go.
- Let's go. - Sir.
Jun, Jun.
I found the girl's whereabouts.
Where is she?
At a deserted house in Hancheongol where the potters live.
- Let's go. - Okay.
Jun, this is the house.
But it's completely desolate.
His face is plastered everywhere. Of course they won't be conspicuous.
- Jun. - Huh?
Look, over there.
Let's go.
Who are you?
You really don't recognize us?
As grateful as I am for your help, I won't deal with your harassment now.
Please leave.
Harassment? You've got a sharp tongue.
Do you know who this man is? He's the son of the magistrate.
Shut it and step back.
How is your father's condition?
This may be presumptuous of me, but you look like you need help.
I can't just let it slide.
It's my problem to handle. Please leave.
Wait.
Officers and soldiers are looking for you.
You need to leave this place. Maybe return to your place of exile.
This is none of your business.
Darn her.
Talk about being ungrateful. Still putting on airs as a noblewoman.
Who is she to treat us like bad guys?
Let's go.
Father! Father!
Jun, do you think her father died?
Please help me. Save my father.
Father.
Father.
Yang-tae, Yang-tae!
Yes?
Get the physician.
What?
Go get Physician Jang.
Okay.
Father.
Father.
Father.
Father. Father!
He's been dead a while.
Father!
What?
But his body is warm. Please check again.
This isn't the patient's body warmth, but the warmth of the heated floor.
Is there no other way? Try acupuncture while you're at it.
Please save my father, please.
He has to be alive for acupuncture to work.
No point sticking needles into a corpse.
Father.
Father.
How is he?
He's already crossing the Styx.
Darn it.
We need to talk.
Is that the wanted criminal? Am I right?
Are you out of your mind? How could you help them?
My mind is my business, so stay out of it.
What of the medicine?
The ports are closely watched and we couldn't trade.
That's your problem. What of my reputation as a supplier?
If you don't keep up your end, I have my own ideas.
Are you threatening us?
Yang-tae.
We'll keep up our end, so don't say a word about today.
You tore your finger for her father. You two must be awfully close.
Better supply the goods in time if you want to keep my mouth shut.
That sly old fox.
Jun, why are you doing this?
Why do we have to suffer for a complete stranger?
Yang-tae, take Seok-gu and Gil-sang and prepare a funeral.
Jun.
Something to wrap him in and a coffin, too.
We'll be lumped in as accomplices if we take on the funeral.
Let's not.
Do as I say.
Prepare some candles while you're at it.
The wake will be bleak if there are no candles to light his way.
Don't be scared. Stay calm.
Onward.
Halt.
Whose funeral is this?
Lord Kim Cho-si of Dangsangol.
What?
Such a meager procession for a noble, without even a flowered bier?
The physician noted signs of a plague and advised we rush the funeral.
A plague?
Then hurry.
- Let's go. - Sir!
Onward.
Father.
Good job.
You guys go on ahead.
I didn't have a chance to observe propriety.
I am of the Lee family. My given name is Da-hee.
I will eternally remember the kindness you've extended.
Please tell me your name.
I am satisfied that I was of some help.
I am of lowly birth, my name is not worth knowing.
I heard your father is the governor of Yongcheon.
How embarrassing.
I cannot deny my father, but I am not his legitimate son.
I am known as a debauchee and a good-for-nothing.
However you are classified by birth, you helped a complete stranger.
Not anyone is capable of such kindness.
Allow me to remember your name always.
I am Heo Jun.
What will you do now?
Since you're wanted by authorities, you can't mourn at your father's grave.
That is my given fate. I will leave things to the heavens.
I may turn myself in and accept my punishment.
No, you cannot do that.
If you turn yourself in, you will be executed.
Please do not give up, I will get you to safety.
We are complete strangers. I've already troubled you enough.
Please do not concern yourself anymore.
I never considered you as a stranger since the moment we met.
A little ways off is Mt. Buyong. Miruk Temple is there.
The mountain road is rough so the soldiers won't bother.
You can take refuge there.
You're crazy, the ports and borders are crawling with guards.
How will we conduct an illegal trade?
You know Physician Jang. He'll start talking if we don't.
It will be easier to get rid of the old fox.
I need money.
I have to do it for the money.
Because of the girl? You need money to save her?
You--!
Jun.
Yang-tae, you asked if I had forgotten the girl from my past.
I have not forgotten her.
Ten years later, my heart is still raw and bleeding.
I wanted to protect her, but I failed.
I am trying to help this girl now in order to lessen that pain.
Do you understand how I feel?
If this deal is a success, I'm going to leave Yongcheon for good.
Leave for good? And go where?
A place where my lowly birth can be hidden.
Wherever that may be.
Our social status won't disappear even if we run away.
Unless we burn the slave register that list our ancestors.
We can't ever escape our given lives unless a new world is created.
I will search for that new world, even if it exists among barbarians.
Will you do as I wish?
Gil-sang.
I will follow you always.
I will do the same.
We'll conduct the trade, even if it means certain death.
Yang-tae, bring Lady Da-hee to the docks.
After the trade, we'll take her to Miruk Temple.
Alright.
Let's go.
Jun!
There!
Run!
Jun.
Let's go!
There's a saying, the unlucky lass ends up falling for the eunuch.
Why did Jun have to fall for a criminal's daughter?
Is there a way to save him?
How will we magically save him when he might already be dead?
Don't you know that illegal traders are beheaded?
Do you even know why he attempted a trade?
It was forโฆ!
Look, wasn't it enough that we helped you with the funeral?
How could you expect more and force him into danger like this?
Is it the nature of nobles to forfeit others' lives for your own?
Say something, make some kind of excuse.
We caught these men conducting an illegal trade at the ports.
They know that conducting illegal trades is a capital crime.
The rightful punishment is beheading.
However, I'd like to use them to smoke out the other traders.
Interrogate them until they give us names.
Sir!
Prepare the rack for interrogation.
- Sir! - Sir!
Didn't I see you leading a funeral procession?
Your clothes indicate nobility. Which family are you from?
Answer me at once.
Sir, this man is Heo Jun, son of the governor.
What's that? The governor's son?
Your father is Heo ryun, governor of Yongcheon?
This doesn't concern him. Just punish me.
Quiet.
Transfer him to Yongcheon.
Sir!
This is an illegal trader we caught at the ports.
Raise your head.
I said, raise your head.
Is this man your son, Governor?
Is it true?
Milord! Milord!
Leave me.
He deserves punishment, but I beg you for mercy.
It's my fault he turned out this way.
I gave him the fate of being lowly so it's my fault.
Please punish me instead and save him!
Milord.
I wouldn't have lived this way if not for my status.
I'd rather be a lowly butcher or a thug on the street--
Enough! Youโฆ!
Impertinent brat!
- Youโฆ! - Milord!
I have information on the runaway criminal and his daughter.
You know their whereabouts?
I met a woman in desperate need of help so I helped her.
Where is she?
I don't know!
- Leave. - My Lord.
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