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100 DAYS OF DECEPTION

EPISODE 1

SPRING 1932, GYEONGSEONG

Rickshaw coming through!

Damn it.

Something good better be coming my way today.

-Out of the way. -Move.

-Out of the way. -Extra!

This stop is Keijo, Keijo Station.

Please ensure you have all your belongings before you get off.

Thank you for using our service today.

I'll get your bag down.

It's okay.

I'll do it.

So-ran!

Does he not watch where he's going?

Thank you.

-Excuse me. -Yes?

This is Changgyeongwon, right?

Well, Changgyeongwon is…

Go straight to the left, then turn right.

-Thank you. -My pleasure.

Thank you.

You have something here.

Thank you.

Thank you. It slipped out of my hand.

Who's here? What's all this about?

It's the inspector general of the Government-General of Joseon.

The inspector general…

Is he someone important?

Look, miss.

The inspector general is the Government-General's number two.

You don't even know what an inspector general is.

How could you know what "number two" means?

Of course I do.

It means he's second only to the Governor-General.

Well, well. How do you understand English?

And you're a woman at that.

I speak a little English myself.

Yeah, sure.

Thank you.

Welcome to Joseon, Inspector General.

Thank you, Interpreter Suzuki.

-Have you been well? -Yes, sir.

You look about ten years younger than you did in Tokyo last month.

They say Keijo is quite a place. Seems the rumors are true.

It's improved quite a bit since you were last here.

That's good to hear.

Fukuda!

No,

I should call you Chief of Police of the Government-General of Joseon now.

Has it been ten years?

Yes, sir.

It's an honor to serve you again.

This is…

Who is that?

He's a WWP News Keijo correspondent, the one I mentioned in Tokyo.

I see.

You said he's Joseon-American?

Yes, he's from Hawaii. He was based in Shanghai, China until three months ago.

He's quite friendly toward our Government-General.

Then have him come over. I should introduce myself.

He's an American reporter. With what's happening in Manchukuo,

he's someone our home country would keep a close eye on.

We should keep him on our side.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Yoo Philip!

One moment.

A Chinese couple?

Nice to meet you.

I'm Yoo Philip, Keijo correspondent for the American WWP News Agency.

It's a great honor to meet you.

No, the honor is mine.

Nothing's scarier than a journalist's pen these days.

I hope you'll be gentle with us.

Please don't worry.

Allow me to introduce my wife. She's Chinese.

I first came to Keijo three months ago,

and she arrived from Shanghai just now.

My congratulations on your reunion.

And congratulations on the little one.

Thank you. My wife cannot speak Japanese.

He kindly congratulated us on our baby on the way.

Thank you.

You speak the Joseon language.

Now that you're in Gyeongseong, you should learn Japanese.

Sir, I must say you speak the language so well.

Does it sound okay?

I left Joseon more than ten years ago, so I've forgotten quite a lot.

You still speak it better than I do.

Let's get together for a meal sometime soon.

Yes, I was actually hoping to have you over.

How about at our place?

Would that be all right?

We would be honored.

How about next Thursday?

Very well.

All right, we'll talk more then.

Is Hideo not here yet?

My son and daughter came with me.

Is that a chair with wheels?

Please, no pushing.

Excuse me.

I didn't know you had a daughter.

I have a 12-year-old girl.

She's excited. It's her first time in Gyeongseong.

That's natural at her age.

-What's the matter? -My bag…

What's wrong?

We'll be conducting a brief inspection.

Form a single line, everyone!

What's going on? Is it a pickpocket?

I think it's that way.

A bag was stolen?

Did someone steal a bag in this crowd?

I left something in my seat, but this isn't where I was sitting.

Oh my.

Babe, what was your name?

What?

Never mind. "Gorgeous" will do.

-Oh dear. Excuse us. -Excuse me.

FIRST-CLASS COMPARTMENT

-I'm sorry. -I'm sorry.

-I'm sorry. -I'm sorry.

Are you from Joseon?

Sorry, I just assumed because you spoke the language.

I'm also from mainland Japan.

One second.

Thank you.

Come on, let's go.

Please go ahead.

Go this way. That way is closed off.

Well then.

No, you can't go through that door.

I said you can't go that way.

Wait…

Excuse me.

Yes? Me?

Haven't you seen a picture of the princess in the newspaper?

Sorry?

Look at all the crowd waiting to welcome her.

Doesn't it occur to you that she might actually be the princess?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Though of course she isn't.

Well then.

Hey, hold on.

I really thought she was the princess.

FIRST CLASS

Thank you.

A bag was stolen?

Yes, so you can exchange greetings later.

It's cold.

Are you cold?

Hold on, Hanako.

No, you can't go through that door.

Where are you going?

Hold on, Hanako.

I said I'm cold.

I'm sorry.

Is it always winter in Joseon?

It's March, but it's still too cold.

No.

Spring will soon be here in Joseon too.

Could I speak with the police?

Why don't you take a taxi?

How about a tour of Gyeongseong?

Joseon Shrine, Gyeongseong Shrine, Jangchungdan Shrine, then turn, okay?

Do you go to America too?

What? America?

Welcome!

I'm going to America.

Sure, ma'am, I'll take you there.

Here we go.

You were taking so long. I thought you went to America without telling me.

In spirit, I'm already there.

100 DAYS OF DECEPTION

APPRAISAL

Damn it.

Hey.

Goodbye.

JONGNO PAWNSHOP

Come on.

Hey, did you see who arrived at the station?

He's the Government-General's number two.

Number two?

What, English again?

If I'd grown up in a missionary's house like you did,

I'd have learned English too.

Do you think being a live-in maid was easy?

Of course I know it was hard.

When I first met you, you were crying outside that house.

You were accused of stealing food and got beaten for it.

And the next day,

the missionary felt bad and gave you rice, didn't he?

Right. But they weren't mistaken.

Wait, what?

I really did steal their bread.

What? You actually did?

Yes, I was starving.

I shed a few tears, and they all fell for it.

Hey, how could you not have told me that all this time?

You never asked, dummy.

Would you have told me if I'd asked?

Answer me.

Hey, Lee Ga-kyung!

You were taking forever.

I thought you'd run off again.

Take it all out.

If I catch you swiping anything again, you're dead.

Cigarettes. Look at you.

Go eat.

Why'd you bring pine cones?

You idiot. All you brought is junk.

What do I do with you?

Damn it.

Go on, eat.

One jeon?

Work hard!

-Yes, sir. -Now eat.

Is this it?

If anything turns up in your pockets,

I'll beat you for every jeon.

You little bastard, how dare you try to sneak some off?

Eat up, asshole.

Why are you empty-handed?

You went to Itsukoshi Department Store. How come you've got nothing?

Today, there were three policemen…

What? Did you just say "policemen"?

Hey!

What are the police?

The police are Boss's tomodachi.

Did you hear that?

The police are my friends.

So that's no excuse.

You little bastard.

You get nothing to eat today.

What are you, some kind of animal?

That's disgusting.

You got nothing either?

Of course not.

What is this crap?

Here you go.

Thank you.

All of this together isn't even worth one won.

After I bribe the police at Gyeongseong Station,

what's left for me?

You stole my money three years ago and ran off to sneak onto a ship.

And when you were caught at Incheon Port, what did you promise me?

If you fail to repay one won a day,

or if I catch you sneaking something away…

how were you going to repay me?

Come on, Boss.

You know Ga-kyung. That's not all she's got.

Hold on.

Here's the big one.

You little bastard.

You tried to sneak this away, huh?

No, I was about to give it to you,

but you were being so impatient.

First, let go of this.

If she hurts her wrist and can't work, who will lose out?

Isn't that right?

Stay out of this!

Don't forget…

what you promised me.

Okay?

Okay.

-Neener-neener, neener-neener -Neener-neener, neener-neener

-Neener-neener, neener-neener -Neener-neener, neener-neener

-Kkot-nim can't walk -Kkot-nim can't walk

-She can't walk -She can't walk

I'll tell my sister and brother on you all!

-Go on, tell 'em, Jap! -Go on, tell 'em, Jap!

-Go to Japan and rot -Go to Japan and rot

Damn it, I'm not Japanese!

Hey, you brats!

Get over here.

You're at it again.

Get over here! You little punks.

You try picking on Kkot-nim again, I'll teach you a lesson!

Kkot-nim, did they pick on you again?

I know where you live!

Kkot-nim, it's a big secret, so I've kept it from you all this time.

But I think it's time you knew.

Listen carefully.

Kkot-nim, your mom and dad

joined Ahn Jung-geun, the patriotic martyr,

in assassinating Ito Hirobumi and died.

They carried you on their backs, but then you were injured and could no longer walk.

Wow, for real?

Yeah. So next time they make fun of you--

S…

-S… what? -S… what?

Kkot-nim, hold on.

Lee No-ma. If you're going to lie, get your story straight.

What's wrong with my story?

Ahn Jung-geun assassinated Ito Hirobumi more than 20 years ago.

If her parents died back then,

how could she be 7 now?

You're right.

If you're going to lie, make it convincing.

Otherwise, don't even bother.

Even so, how could we possibly tell her…

that her parents caught the disease from her and died,

and that she's paralyzed for life?

If we tell her that her parents

gave their lives for independence,

she can live with pride like I do.

Pride? What does that even matter?

Kkot-nim.

Don't go telling people about the independence movement.

No, just forget about it altogether.

You want to eat millet porridge here or eat rice in an ondol house?

I want rice.

Right?

So you should just think about living a good life.

Got it?

Hey, Lee Ga-kyung.

What devilish nonsense are you rattling on about?

The independence movement means nothing?

Are you not one of us?

Why does that matter?

Let's be frank. What did your parents dying for independence in 1919 get you?

It didn't bring independence.

It just left you orphaned and suffering.

Do you like that?

Still, I'm proud of my parents for fighting for independence.

I don't envy those who sold out our country

or the Japs who live comfortably at all.

If I'd been 10 in 1919,

I'd have been out there shouting for independence.

Yeah, right. Whatever.

Then why aren't you fighting for independence now?

Why take Japanese passengers in your rickshaw?

Yeah, why?

-That's different. -Whatever.

The independence movement is none of my concern.

I'll save up so I can leave this country.

I'm going to America.

America?

There she goes again with America.

-Watch your step. -All right.

The bag…

What do we do?

Even if the thief finds what's in there,

we can only hope nothing goes wrong until after next Thursday.

This is the living room.

And this is…

the dining room.

And the kitchen is further inside.

The bathroom is here.

And this is my room.

Upstairs, there's a living room, a study, and a larger bedroom.

You can use this room.

All right, then.

Let's share this room.

Pardon?

We're a married couple.

Someone might drop by. We'd look more natural sharing a room.

I'll keep wearing this belly wrap.

Right. Understood.

Someone stole your wallet?

Yes, I'm sorry.

Was there something important in it?

Not really.

Then don't waste your time over a little money.

Yes, sir.

Welcome.

Have you been well, Yanagi?

What are you all doing?

Let's go.

If I had a million won

I'd buy a gold hairpin and a fancy ring

And I'd even buy a plane

And fly high above the clouds

Spinning round and round

No, stop dreaming of a million won

Or you'll waste your youth Chasing a foolish dream

There.

Let's see what's in there.

Come on, something big.

Clothes.

More clothes.

I hid it away in case it was worth something.

It's just clothes?

My goodness.

My, my. What could this be?

It feels heavy.

Let's see.

What's with the rice?

Wow, rice!

I haven't seen white rice in years.

I'm going to sell this.

Kkot-nim, don't tell me you want to eat this, okay?

The bag was disappointing,

but I can tell this is it.

I stepped in dog poop earlier.

Dog poop, I'm counting on you.

Yes. Come on, give us a jackpot.

Meh? That's it?

It's three won.

Jeez, only three won from a first-class passenger?

I need to poop.

Hey, I asked for a big drop, not a big dump.

Let's go.

Right, you can keep all those clothes.

I'll take 10% of that three won.

That makes it…

Yeah, three jeon.

Hey, make sure I get my cut.

Can you hold it?

Hey, one won is 100 jeon, so ten percent of three won is 30 jeon.

What would he do without me?

"Tokyo Imperial University."

"Literature…"

"Department"?

"Department."

"English Literature."

What's a Tokyo Imperial student doing in Gyeongseong?

His name is…

What?

Isn't this a pawn ticket?

"Jongno Pawnshop."

"1919."

"Sin Tae-jin."

Not worth a thing.

What a bust.

What's wrong with this?

A bullet?

It's a bullet.

I knew the dog poop wouldn't let me down.

Three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine.

I apologize for not being able to attend your wife's funeral last year.

Don't worry about it.

No need to come all the way from Keijo to Tokyo for something trivial.

It's fruitcake.

-Itsukoshi Department Store? -Yes, sir.

Last time you were in Keijo, wasn't Itsukoshi a drapery shop?

They built and opened a big Keijo branch on Bonjeong Avenue.

The plaza in front of it became so clean.

The old drapery shop

used to be crawling with Josenjing pickpockets.

I'm aware.

I used to be one of them myself.

My apologies.

I didn't mean to offend you.

It's quite all right.

I'll take it as a compliment

that Hideo has become such a fine Japanese citizen.

Indeed.

That's precisely what I meant.

He's not just an ordinary citizen.

He graduated from the Army Academy and Tokyo Imperial University.

He's an interpreter trainee for the Government-General of Joseon,

fluent in Japanese, English, and the Joseon language, no less.

No one would think that Hideo is from Joseon.

Hideo couldn't speak a word of Japanese when we first met.

Do you remember?

What do you think you're doing?

What is it?

Pickpocket!

Police!

Why won't you beg me to spare you?

You don't know Japanese.

Why won't you beg me to spare you?

Whether I get caught and killed

or starve to death on the street,

it makes no difference.

Hurry, over there.

What a nuisance.

Is this the pickpocket?

Not this one.

Watch closely.

The pickpocket…

A gun!

…is that kid.

Do you remember that day?

I don't.

It was too long ago. I don't remember.

Can't you sleep?

Shoot.

No!

I've waited 13 years.

Yet waiting a few more days feels even harder.

-Get out. -Auntie.

Get out.

You disgust me.

That filthy blood!

Get out of my house!

Weren't you sleeping?

No.

Hey, you know what?

I'm just wondering.

If your money and I both fell into the water, which would you save?

You.

Really?

Yeah.

Seriously?

Hold on.

Oh, but I was lying!

Why are you always messing with me?

You learned that from the foreign missionary.

You cross your fingers when you lie.

What if you do this?

It means "wish me luck."

Right.

How does that go from lying to wishing for good luck?

It means you're wishing for luck so nobody catches you lying.

I always cross my fingers every time I pickpocket,

so I won't get caught.

Maybe that's why you never get caught.

By the way,

when you save up enough money, will you really go to America?

Yeah.

I'm going to leave Joseon, no matter what.

I'm sick and tired of this place.

It's miserable here.

Yeah.

Anywhere should be better than this dump.

But why America?

Just because.

Okay.

-Forty. -Fifty.

-Forty-five. -Fifty.

-Forty-five. -Fifty.

I give up. Fine, 50 jeon.

Thank you.

It's so strange.

Why does it feel like I always pay you whatever you ask?

Tell me about it.

Mister.

How much do bullets go for?

Bullets?

Those are hard to come by. How many?

Fifty?

Ten won.

Come on, 30.

-Fifteen. -Thirty.

-Fifteen. -Thirty.

Fine, 20 won. That's it, 20 won.

I can't go any higher.

Get out of the way. Welcome. Welcome!

Twenty won…

The going rate must be around 40 won then.

Are you saying it's not one of them?

Right.

But I've never heard of a pickpocket who can speak English.

Most of them can't even read their own letters.

Then we'll look again.

Once we get her, we'll take her to Jongno Police Station and notify the residence.

Don't take her to the police.

Then what?

I want you to contact me directly.

The Government-General, not the residence.

Will you deal with her yourself?

Understood, sir.

HANSEONG MEDICINE CLINIC

I'll give a prescription for a restorative herbal tonic.

Wait here.

Here.

The gun and bullets for that day,

and some rice.

The Japs have taken every last grain of rice,

so it was very hard to come by.

I hope you enjoy it.

Thank you. I'm sorry you had to spend such valuable funds.

Forgive me. Those bullets were meant for you to use later.

No worries.

I just can't stand

the thought of that Sato bastard eating this precious rice.

I want to soak it in poison.

We can't use poison.

The police will inspect the food before dinner.

I know. That's why I brought the gun.

Thank you. I'll make sure I succeed.

I deliberately approached and married an American who knew nothing in Shanghai

and came to Gyeongseong to assassinate Sato.

We've been apart for three months. As I've been moody due to the pregnancy,

my husband had no idea the pregnancy was fake.

You've changed your identity twice.

So they'll never trace the link

between So-ran and the Gugukdan after the operation.

I'll keep an eye on the situation from within the Government-General.

During dinner that night…

Here's the cake.

A cake?

My wife makes excellent cakes.

By the way, sir.

Hands off.

What the hell is this?

Do you remember Gyeam-ri?

Gyeam-ri?

April 1919!

It's where you shot my daughter and burned 23 other Joseon people alive.

Pay for it with your life.

Listen, So-ran.

I'll wait in the car nearby that day.

No. Security will be tight, so we won't be able to get away.

Even so…

Suzuki, won't you have a gun that day?

Don't call me that.

Have you already forgotten my Joseon name?

Suzuki has to stay.

The Gugukdan needs Interpreter Suzuki

who can provide us with information from within the Government-General.

Besides, Suzuki is the one

who's been anonymously reporting our activities and achievements

to the newspaper.

Thanks to him, those short articles tucked into the corners of the newspaper

have been giving the Joseon people a breath of air and hope.

I know living as a spy for so many years has been difficult for you.

Please keep doing what you're doing.

Of course.

It took 13 years to track him down

and finally get this chance.

Once I kill him, there's nothing left for me to live for.

So I have to succeed,

and I'll gladly die alone.

All of you, please welcome Joseon's independence with joy.

Even if I fail,

I'll be the only one who dies.

THREE YEARS AGO, SHANGHAI

Why are you looking for the Gugukdan?

Don't move.

Or I'll shoot.

The Joseon people at the sugarcane farm in my hometown, Hawaii,

collected 926 dollars for the independence of our country.

I'm here to deliver this money.

Yes?

"Heewon."

"Hee" means joy, and "won" is garden. So it's "Garden of Joy."

The former owner, a British reporter, left this foundation stone in place

when he tore down the hanok and built this house.

HEEWON

Garden of Joy.

When I saw the name…

I wished I could spend…

many years happily…

here with you.

You will succeed today.

I have a favor to ask.

Please make a hanbok for me.

Lay me to rest in it when I'm gone.

I lost the clothes I'd brought for that.

I can't stop thinking about it.

So please do it for me.

What are you doing?

Please show some basic respect.

Everybody out.

Continue outside.

Yes, sir.

Welcome, Inspector General.

Mr. Suzuki.

-Good to see you. -Good evening.

Hello.

My son came with me.

I hope you don't mind.

Not at all. He's more than welcome.

Let me pour you a drink.

Thanks.

You too, Mr. Suzuki.

Thank you.

You too, Mr. Sato.

-You don't have to stand-- -No, sir.

And please, call me Hideo.

Would that be all right?

Yes.

I know it's rude to bring a gun here. I hope you'll kindly forgive me.

Force of habit. For my father's protection.

I don't mind at all.

A son like him must make you proud.

I hope our baby grows up to be like you, Hideo.

I certainly hope so.

Well, then.

Cheers.

-Cheers. -Cheers.

I hope you'll enjoy the food.

It looks absolutely sumptuous.

Thank you for preparing such a nice meal tonight.

My wife doesn't speak Japanese well.

Mr. Inspector General said--

That's right.

I completely forgot.

Let's switch to the Joseon language then.

Everything looks absolutely incredible.

Thank you.

Let me serve you some soup.

I should have skipped lunch today.

I skipped it.

You did? Good.

How many dishes did you make today?

Six.

Six dishes.

I made six dishes.

She even baked a cake for dessert.

Even a cake?

For some reason, your wife seems like a Joseon person.

But the way she counted on her fingers tells me she really is Chinese.

I learned how to count with my fingers the Chinese way

while I was in Shanghai.

Six.

This is how the Chinese do it.

Joseon does it this way.

And Japan does it this way.

That's right.

Did you know the difference?

Yes, I learned it at the Army Academy.

I ordered a cake from Itsukoshi Department Store.

I didn't know your wife had baked a cake,

so I made a mistake.

Not at all. It's thoughtful of you.

Thank you.

I'll…

I'll get the door. Please continue, gentlemen.

Would you?

-All right. -Yes.

Where's the cake…?

She says she's a live-in maid here.

Is that true?

He doesn't speak this language.

I'll give the bullets back. Just give me 60 won.

So it's you. The pickpocket.

If you stall now, he'll catch on.

You'll pay me, right?

Ma'am?

Is she your live-in maid?

Come in.

I'm going in, then.

The taxi driver at Gyeongseong Station remembered you right away.

He said a lady who looked great in a qipao got off at a very nice house.

This house is so amazing.

Whatever you're up to--

If you lock me up or threaten me, I'll scream and make a scene.

Then they'll all hear it.

Right?

The Government-General's number two is here.

Give me 60 won,

and I'll leave quietly.

Sixty won, not six.

That's all I have now.

Wait here quietly, and I'll get the rest later.

All right.

I'll bring the bullets tomorrow.

I didn't bring them since there'd be police everywhere.

Stay here until I get back.

Don't try anything stupid.

Stupid?

Don't worry.

I couldn't care less what you'll do with those bullets.

It's not like anyone's going to pay me to tell

the Government-General's number two

that you smuggled bullets in.

I'll be waiting.

You have quite an eye.

Oh, you think so?

You took so long, I was about to send him after you.

Is there a problem with the cake?

No, it wasn't the cake. It was our live-in maid.

I sent her on an errand earlier.

I scolded her for staying out late playing around.

Again?

The food is delicious.

Thank you.

I said 60 so I could come down to 50, but she didn't even haggle.

I should've started at 100.

An American passport?

It's real.

By the way, sir,

I always think about how I can be of service

to the Government-General.

So I wanted to discuss--

-What is it? -Yes.

I suppose this is a rather sensitive issue.

So I was wondering if the others could give us a moment alone.

Is it something these two shouldn't hear?

If you don't mind.

Very well.

Give us the room. You too.

Sure.

Can you step out for a moment?

All right. Then…

I'll go get the cake.

Excuse me, where's the bathroom?

Right this way.

I'll go check on the kitchen.

All right.

Keep Hideo distracted in the living room.

I'm sorry.

Hello.

I didn't expect to see you here.

Gyeongseong really is a small place.

Excuse me?

I was impressed by your pickpocketing skills.

I'm not sure what you mean.

It's a compliment. I was genuinely impressed.

I was quite hopeless myself.

Would you mind telling me your secret?

It might come in handy someday.

I'm afraid I don't understand.

I work here as a live-in maid.

I see.

Come to think of it, she said she was from mainland Japan.

I must have mistaken you for someone else.

All right, then.

What did you steal upstairs just now?

Why do you keep accusing me of…

stealing?

If you keep suspecting me,

I'll take off my clothes and prove my innocence.

No need.

I apologize.

That reminds me.

Did you see the princess's photo?

My wallet.

I'd like it back.

I don't know what you're talking--

Enough with the act.

Just return my wallet, and we can end this quietly.

Making a scene won't do either of us any good.

Who is it?

And you are…

Are you the live-in maid?

Yes, I'm the maid.

I was on my way out on an errand.

You startled me.

How can I help you?

Are you expecting a cake from Itsukoshi Department Store?

So, what exactly is this sensitive issue?

Right.

Yesterday, President Hoover--

One moment.

Let me use the bathroom first.

I've had too much to drink.

That's right.

The inspector general ordered it.

Yes, sir.

Aren't you going to get the cake?

Sure.

Give it to me.

The cake is here.

The cake is…

Where's the bathroom?

It's that way.

-Hideo. -Yes.

It's the second door down the hall.

Bring the cake when I call for you.

I wonder if Mr. Yoo has a cigarette.

Come in.

She's the pickpocket who stole the bullets?

Yes.

But once I kill Sato, it won't matter what she says.

I'll shoot Sato when he walks in.

Philip will be my hostage.

Excuse me, I need to head out soon.

You can put the cake over there…

Take me to the bathroom.

Make a sound, and you'll die first.

I'll leave the rest to you.

Thank you for everything.

Wait. We're not done talking.

What?

100 DAYS OF DECEPTION

Who are you really?

Where did he run off to? Say it!

Think carefully.

Give me what's in my wallet, and I'll let this all go.

I don't trust Josenjing.

If you get caught, do you think I'll be safe?

They're looking for her.

For 13 years, I didn't know if he was alive.

Keum Seo-hee!

Could this be some kind of fate?

There's no way we'll see each other again.

Do you want to get rid of her?

Subtitle translation by: Youji Kim