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100 DAYS OF DECEPTION

It's me.

What's going on this late?

So he's dead.

All right.

I see.

Wait a moment.

You got soaked in the rain.

All right, then.

Go get some sleep.

A castella cake.

He told me to buy you that.

What?

Seo-hee's father…

told me…

to get you a castella cake.

Did I hear that right?

On your way home,

buy a castella cake.

Shut up!

That was

the last thing he ever said.

I didn't know what a castella was.

On the day of the March First Movement in Kyeam-ri,

Seo-hee had a cold and was unusually fussy that morning.

So I asked him

if he could stay home that day.

Around then,

he'd been coming home late every night.

But he said

he had something important to do and had to go out.

Just as he was leaving,

he said to me…

When spring comes, let's take Seo-hee to Gyeongseong

and have some castella.

Castella?

It's a sweet, soft bread.

I'm sure you'll both like it.

Sure.

Thank you for passing that along.

I knew this would happen.

-Nieun. -Nieun.

-A. -A.

-Bieub. -Bieub.

-I. -I.

-Nabi. -Nabi.

A butterfly.

Well done.

How about we draw one?

Yeah, give it a try.

HEEWON

EPISODE 7

Keep an eye on Keum Seo-hee.

We don't want any trouble.

He should have been given a proper trial.

Is he really…

with the Gugukdan?

You never used to ask questions like that.

Why?

Have you had a change of heart since coming to Joseon?

I told you not to show it, didn't I?

Even with me,

do not let it show.

And yet look at you now.

You look like a pathetic little kid.

100 DAYS OF DECEPTION

Thank you.

Good morning!

Inspector General!

-Good morning! -Good morning!

-Good morning! -Good morning!

The inspector general

usually takes the elevator.

So you won't run into him often.

My mother was a Joseon person.

I mean my stepmother.

Or I suppose I should call her my adoptive mother.

I don't remember my birth mother.

My father took me in as his son,

and then married her.

Apparently, even more so than today,

marriages between Japanese and Joseon people

were encouraged back then.

Right.

I know that.

We only lived together for a short time.

But my mother taught me what love was.

She even taught me

how it would feel to be abandoned by that love.

Mother.

Your mother…

is not coming back.

My mother

left us out of the blue one day.

Why are you telling me all this?

I wanted to apologize

for the things I said yesterday.

People like you make me sick.

People who throw words around…

with no intention of standing by them.

I'm sorry

for what I said yesterday.

My mother…

abandoned me too.

She married a Japanese man.

And then,

she died.

But I'm not someone to pity.

I've felt that way a few times,

but really, I was just unlucky.

The only thing is…

if she was going to leave me anyway,

I only hope she was happy with him until the very end.

Whatever you do, you should at least make sure it was worth it.

Anyway, after that, I did my best to get by on my own.

Well, I'd say I'm doing pretty well, aren't I?

I was cast out onto the streets of Jongno without so much as a worn-out spoon,

but I made it out alive.

Ms. Keum,

you're a good person.

That's why it's hard to understand.

He…

is a married man.

You said enough about that yesterday.

Did it have to be him?

I don't need you to understand me.

I'll stop by the post office.

I really hate pretending to have an affair.

I'm off.

I need to ask you a favor.

It's about Seo-hee.

Please find a way to get her to America.

-So-ran. -I know.

The United States doesn't allow Asian immigrants right now.

Some Joseon people manage to study there,

but she never even went to school.

And the Government-General already knows about her,

so forging her paperwork for studying abroad wouldn't be easy.

Yes, that's why we planned to pay her off and settle things once this was over.

I feel bad for lying about sending her to America,

but she does love money--

Yes, that was the plan.

We also said that if she turned against us,

her very existence could put us in danger.

Still, I want to keep her alive and get her to America.

I want to keep my promise.

Do you mean that?

Yes.

I believe you'll find a way.

Please, I'm asking you.

SATO, DIVISION OF REGIONAL AFFAIRS

Excuse me.

This was put in our mailbox by mistake. It's not for the Foreign Affairs Division.

Mr. Sato of Regional Affairs!

I saw "Sato" and put it in Foreign Affairs by mistake.

Thank you very much.

Sato is a common surname, and there are several of them at the Government-General.

INSPECTOR GENERAL

Suwon Police Station?

PERSONAL, CONFIDENTIAL FOR THE ADDRESSEE ONLY

TO SATO SHINICHI, THE INSPECTOR GENERAL

What could be personal and confidential for the inspector general?

His name is Keum Seok-jung.

He's from Kyeam-ri, Suwon.

Could it be about Kyeam-ri?

Kobayashi!

Yes, sir!

Darn it.

Put me through to Inspector Matsui Kenji at Suwon Police Station in Gyeonggi.

Yes, Matsui speaking.

I'm sorry to interrupt.

I'm Sato from Regional Affairs at the Government-General.

The reason I'm calling is that I received some mail you sent.

I checked the contents, and I don't think it was meant for me.

Sorry?

I sent that to the Inspector General's Office.

How did it end up there?

Wait.

Then, did you open the envelope?

Yes, it was addressed to Mr. Sato at the Government-General.

The post office delivered it to me.

My goodness, what was I thinking?

I guess it wasn't marked as "personal" and "confidential" for the inspector general.

No.

I can't believe this.

I'm sorry.

I ended up taking out what was inside.

If you give me a list of the documents you sent,

I'll put everything in a new envelope and send it to the Inspector General's Office.

I'd really appreciate that.

The documents I sent were…

the report file on the Kyeam-ri riot in 1919,

the files on four of the main suspects who were persons of interest,

their individual persons of interest cards,

along with their court rulings, prison records,

and surveillance report.

Yes, it's all here.

I'll put everything back in place and deliver it. Don't worry.

And I'll make sure to mark it "personal" and "confidential" as well.

Thank you so much.

All right, then.

Oh, wait a moment.

There should be a family photo in there too.

A family photo?

Yes.

There's a photo of a man named Keum Seok-jung,

one of the main suspects, with his wife and child.

Yes, I've got it right here.

Take care, then.

Thank you.

Hello there!

Hello.

You must be Ms. Yamada, the inspector general's secretary.

Yes.

I'm sorry.

I must've surprised you, acting like we knew each other.

Sorry?

I've heard so much about you from Interpreter Sato.

I felt like I already knew you.

I'm sorry if I came on too strong.

He's been talking about me?

Yes.

You wouldn't believe how often he talks about you.

Just the other day, while eating the cookies you brought,

he said, "Ms. Yamada… Ms. Ya…

mada is…"

Ms. Yamada what?

Yama…

I'm sorry.

It was on the tip of my tongue.

I've been so tired lately, so I'm forgetful.

I should eat something sweet.

That'll help me remember…

By any chance,

do you like chocolate?

Yes.

Ms. Wada from our secretary's office is out sick today,

so I've been swamped by myself.

I didn't even have time to pick up the mail.

I just managed to come down after serving tea to the guests.

That's quite a lot of mail.

Do you want me to help you?

No, I'm fine.

Oh, right. You're fine.

INSPECTOR GENERAL'S OFFICE

We have guests inside, so keep your voice down.

Come in.

Thanks.

The new-season catalog is here.

This one's for the inspector general…

The chocolate is in the break room.

One moment.

Sure. Take your time.

Okay.

SUWON POLICE STATION

GINZA BOUTIQUE

Here you go.

Here's chocolate.

Thank you.

What did Interpreter Sato say about me?

He said…

Ms. Yamada.

I see you have your clothes tailored at Ginza Boutique on Bonjeong Avenue.

That's right.

This outfit is from there.

Of course. I was thinking how pretty it was.

Though, of course, you look pretty in anything.

I get that a lot.

I'll have to go there myself when they get new styles in.

This is their new-season catalog.

Really?

Great! Let's have a look together.

Sounds good!

Where's the letter opener?

What?

I can't wait to see the new styles.

Found it.

When you go to Ginza Boutique, ask for Mr. Hashimoto, not Mr. Kim.

Mr. Kim can be awfully frustrating. He never seems to understand.

Joseon people are a little slow, you know.

No offense.

No worries. None taken.

Oh no.

What's wrong?

It's confidential mail meant for the inspector general to open,

but I opened it by mistake.

What do I do?

I mixed up these two envelopes.

Oh no.

Oh no.

Myung-nam.

I'm so sorry.

Thank you.

Oh dear. It seems my daughter was a bit taken aback by the talk of marriage.

The truth is,

I lured her here by promising tonkatsu on Bonjeong Avenue.

I called Hideo here without telling him what this was about, either.

Oh dear.

This feels like the first chapter of a popular fiction.

Goodness.

Oh my.

Yamada!

Did he just call me?

Yes.

What am I going to do?

I'll sort this out. You'd better go on inside.

-So he won't get angrier later. -Okay.

You got this.

Thank you.

Did you call for me?

1919 THE KYEAM-RI RIOT

OFFICIAL CASUALTY LIST

Keum Seo-hee…

Keum Seo-hee…

Not here.

Ms. Keum?

Why are you here?

Mr. Sato.

Were you in there?

Yes.

What are you doing here?

I'm running a quick errand.

A quick errand?

Yes, but I'm done now.

Hold on.

Stay right there.

Your hand behind your back.

What is that…

in your hand?

Can you

show me your hand?

Well, I gave her that chocolate.

Please don't tell the inspector general.

I'm asking you, please.

I really appreciate you taking the time today.

-Well then. -Yes, I'll be in touch.

-I'll see you again. -Of course.

Hideo.

Show Mr. Kim out.

Yes, sir.

All right, Myung-nam. Say goodbye.

Goodbye.

We'll be on our way, then.

Take care.

Let's go.

Aren't you going to clean the table?

Right away, sir.

Is there any new mail?

Yes,

there is.

I'm sorry.

I thought it was addressed to me and opened it by accident!

Please forgive me.

Did you take out what was inside?

I only opened it. I swear I never looked.

You opened the envelope,

but you didn't look inside?

I swear.

I never looked.

I'm terribly sorry.

NA BYEONG-SUN

KEUM SEOK-JUNG

Sorry, madam.

It seemed like you didn't have a photo of Seo-hee.

I never had a picture of my mom,

so I can barely remember her face.

When did I get this?

Thanks for walking us out. See you soon.

All right.

Go on.

Inspector Matsui.

This is Sato, the Inspector General.

I want the full list of the materials you sent over.

A family photo?

Inspector General.

It's Interpreter Sato.

I see. That'll be all.

Help yourself.

No, thank you.

That was out of nowhere.

A marriage?

The wedding will be held once the League of Nations Commission

finishes their visit to Keijo this summer.

Mr. Kim plans to hand Joil Textile Factory over to you within three years.

Once you're married, move over to Joil Textile Factory.

What good is sitting around as an interpreter?

You're only wasting your time.

Is this about what's best for me?

Isn't it for yourself?

Don't be so cynical.

A marriage like this is only natural for someone in your position.

We each have something the other needs.

We exchange what's needed.

Surely your marriage wasn't based on a bargain like that.

That's right.

And I paid a heavy price for that.

After that failure,

I chose my next marriage based on what I needed and what I hoped to achieve.

That's how I came to where I am today.

I have no regrets.

I guess you regret

marrying Mother, then.

No.

It was a failure, but I don't regret it.

I've never regretted my choices.

Even if I could turn back time,

I'd make the same choice.

The same goes for making you my son, Hideo.

You hurt your hand.

You should be more careful.

Just as I have no regrets,

I hope you won't either.

Why were you at the Government-General?

Father wants me to marry the inspector general's son.

You startled me.

I'm sorry, there was a puppy on the road…

By the way, what did you just say?

You're getting married?

Yes, I am.

SUWON POLICE STATION

Are these from Suwon Police Station?

There's nothing out of the ordinary.

Keum Seok-jung is dead.

His daughter died back then.

Find out where his wife is.

If she's dead, find out when and how she died.

Yes, sir.

So about Keum Seok-jung's interrogation…

Yes?

He asked specifically for Keum Seo-hee to interpret.

Yes, he did.

Look into Keum Seo-hee's record. Her past, all of it. Leave nothing out.

Yes, sir!

RELIEF FOR KIDS' CONSTIPATION

Kkot-nim.

Why aren't you taking that?

Ga-kyung gave this to me.

I want to save it.

Don't be silly.

Medicine is meant to be taken.

Use it or lose it.

Geum-ok.

Hey, Mr. Lee!

Hello.

Kkot-nim is here too.

Perfect.

Have some potatoes.

Oh my.

Goodness, thank you.

Wow, thank you.

Where'd you get the potatoes?

Did you go haul a load?

Yeah.

I had no work all week and finally hauled one load today.

This damn leg.

I walked just a little, and it's acting up again.

You earned that wound fighting for our country. Look after it.

Kkot-nim, eat before it gets cold.

So hot!

Come on, you silly goose.

Blow on it first.

You should have some too.

I haven't had potatoes in a long time.

-Potatoes. -Good grief!

When did you get here?

My baby is hungry.

Just give me one.

Hey. Here.

Have this.

It's hot, sweetie. Mommy will blow on it for you.

Nom, nom.

Bun-i!

If you eat it all up, what about me?

Mommy needs to eat to make milk.

Right. You need to eat too.

Did Mrs. Jo-i's baby really die?

Yes.

She was starving and had no milk to feed her baby.

That baby wrap she was holding

looked brand-new, didn't it?

I'm sure Ga-kyung gave it to her.

Kkot-nim got constipation medicine, No-ma got a bicycle,

I got these rubber shoes,

and you got some salve.

My goodness.

She left something for everyone, before moving so far away.

What's the point?

She left without even saying goodbye.

She's gone so far away to America.

We may never get to see her again.

Ga-kyung

will be all right in America, won't she?

Of course.

She'd find her way out of a tiger's den.

I miss Ga-kyung.

You're here?

I'm sorry.

What?

I misunderstood earlier.

We were at the Inspector General's Office.

Is that what you mean?

Don't worry about it.

I'm used to being the first suspect whenever something goes missing.

I'm sorry.

Ms. Keum.

I trust you.

I don't suspect you.

Well…

Let's go.

Today, I'm having the most expensive meal in Gyeongseong.

I'm going to clean out your wallet.

Haven't you already cleaned out my wallet?

What?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Please, sir. I can run faster than a bicycle.

Gosh, you idiot.

Hey, you punk. What kind of delivery boy doesn't have a bicycle?

Stay here for a minute.

Where are you going?

I know him.

Sorry?

Wait, how…

How do you know him?

He's the brother of a kid I'm tutoring.

Tutoring?

But what kind of tutoring?

Please, just…

I think he's hurt. One moment.

Don't go.

He'll be embarrassed if you see him like that.

What?

Have you no shame? Isn't this too much?

Whatever, I don't care.

Just get out of here.

-Sir. -Go away.

Come on, let's go.

Wait, this won't do.

Mr. Sato.

Listen.

Stay away from those kinds of people. Don't take pity on them.

Excuse me?

You work for the Government-General, yet you'd help a poor Joseon man?

Do you think your father would be happy if he found out?

Ms. Keum.

He's way beneath you, you know.

So keep your distance. Stay away from him.

Don't get involved with him again, okay?

You sound more like a Government-General official than I do.

What?

You weren't

any different from him before you joined the Government-General.

Neither was I.

Have you already forgotten those days? He's beneath me?

You've adapted perfectly to the Government-General.

Well, that figures.

I suppose you're clever enough to have caught

Mr. Yoo's eye.

Well, what do you know about me?

And why am I the only one getting the blame?

You came from the streets yourself,

but you've adapted perfectly as a Japanese now.

You know what?

An elite from Tokyo Imperial University and the inspector general's son

playing teacher to some poor Joseon kid.

That's so obnoxious.

That's enough.

I'm sorry.

I just…

I just wanted you to be careful.

Forget it.

Thanks for the reality check.

Wait, that's not what I meant.

Let's have dinner

some other time.

I'll see you tomorrow.

No, wait.

Darn it, this is driving me crazy.

How do they know each other?

And how did he get his bicycle stolen?

It's bugging me.

And why does he look so sad,

trudging along like a drenched puppy?

He's making me feel awful.

What?

You'll marry Sato Hideo?

Yes.

Getting married?

To a guy like Sato of all people?

Do you realize how dangerous that is?

Absolutely not.

It's not as though I can just say no to this marriage.

The wedding will take place once the foreign commission leaves this summer.

I don't want to marry him, but if I can't avoid it,

I'll try to see what I can do later.

Why are we fighting for independence?

Why have we all come together?

So that we can all live with dignity on our own land.

But independence can't come

at the cost of destroying your life.

-But… -Myung-nam.

In the past, we've…

Never mind.

In the past?

What happened in the past?

If Sato dies, the marriage will be called off.

It was only arranged because he's the inspector general.

You mean…

Okay.

I'll use my position as Sato Hideo's fiancée,

and see what I can do for now.

Okay.

By the way,

what happened in the past?

Last time, you were telling us something, but you never finished.

Years ago, we…

I put someone's life in danger.

And I put the person she loved through hell.

What's that?

Sato Hideo brought it.

Sato Hideo?

Yes.

He comes by every so often.

He asks me to take good care of Mr. Suzuki

since he has no family to visit him.

I guess he worries about him since they worked together

even if only briefly.

It's time for rounds. Let's go.

All right.

Suzuki?

-Suzuki, can you hear me? -Mr. Suzuki.

Is my name still

Suzuki?

Come on.

I've been to the other side and back,

and we still haven't won our independence?

Mr. Sato!

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have said that.

I'm sorry.

I missed

the streetcar.

I wanted to apologize.

Will you accept

my apology?

I'll buy you a drink.

Come with me.

Let's go.

No.

It's my treat.

I promised.

Except…

you didn't say "please."

I'm sorry?

Thank you.

Oh my.

Beer really is golden, just like I heard.

I was just going to buy him a glass of rice wine.

Doesn't he ever take you out to places like this?

Sorry?

Of course not. He wouldn't bring me somewhere like this.

You know, it'd look bad if people saw us.

You know how it is.

Thanks for the drink.

Can I have one more glass?

By the way,

what's your Joseon name?

I was just wondering.

You must have had one before.

Then let me ask something else.

Why did you become an interpreter?

Was it money, like it was for me?

You can be honest with me. It's nothing to hide.

I don't belong anywhere anyway.

Even with a gun in my hands,

I wouldn't know which way to point it.

Why?

Are you disappointed that I'm not in it for the money

like you are?

Yes.

I thought you and I had something in common.

I guess I was wrong.

Someone like you who lives in luxury and a starving nobody like me

could never be equals.

And what's so terrible about money?

At least money doesn't lie.

Whether it's Japanese, Joseon, or American money,

once it's in your pocket, it buys you food just the same.

There was a time

when I had no idea where I belonged either.

Whenever I felt that way…

Mom.

I was playing with the other kids today,

and some man called us Joseon pigs.

He did?

Yes.

I try not to think about it, but I can't stop thinking about it.

When that happens, just keep walking.

Keep walking?

Because where your feet stand is more real than what's in your mind.

The ground beneath your feet

is yours,

and that's your path.

You don't know who your father is, do you?

I bet you've got Jap blood in you too.

Whenever that happened,

I just kept walking.

Because where my feet stand

is more real than what's in my mind.

So I kept walking and walking.

But there was no path and nothing in sight.

Then…

just when I really felt like giving up…

I finally saw the path.

What was it?

Going to America.

There is the tallest building in the world.

They said I could climb all the way to the top.

So I made up my mind to go there.

I'm going to make it to America.

I'll save enough money to go to America

and climb all the way to the top of the building.

And then what?

What?

Once you get up there,

what will you do next?

Well…

I don't know.

I guess I'll find out when I get there.

You won't know where a path leads until you take it.

So,

you should

take one step forward.

Who knows?

You might discover what you really want.

Never mind.

Oh, come on.

Now, just do as I say.

First, close your eyes and count to three.

Then open them,

and whatever you see first, make that your goal.

You should try it sometime.

You have to pay for everything except breathing in this world.

This is one thing you can do for free. You just need to blink.

I'm not making it up. It's true.

Yes.

I suppose you're right.

What?

I can't hear you with all this noise.

It's Kim Tae-ung.

My Joseon name.

100 DAYS OF DECEPTION

She might've told Sato Hideo things she shouldn't have while drunk.

I don't understand…

Mr. Sato!

I think Sato Hideo has feelings for Seo-hee.

There'll be several senior officials from the Government-General that day.

We can't afford to miss this opportunity.

You'll set off a bomb at the banquet?

No. You'll never get a bomb inside.

So in the end, you chose to do something stupid.

Subtitle translation by: Youji Kim