Who are you? Tell me who you are.
You don't know?
I'm Moon-jae. Je Moon-jae.
Your head's in a noose, so be careful.
'Cause it's getting tighter.
If you survive, all your questions will be answered.
MOUSETRAP
Fuck this!
Oh, come on!
Would you prefer the trunk?
Uh… no.
Then settle down.
Okay.
Yeah?
Noja, remember that guy we were looking for three years ago?
When we paid off those credit card companies?
What was his name? Uh, Je Moon-jae.
Well, they called me. He used a card under his name.
- Yeah? When? - Just now.
Oh, wait, hold on a second.
Looks like he used it again.
He went quiet for three years, but now he's swiping everywhere.
- Send me the location. - You got it.
Get out.
W… what?
Go back home. We're not done yet.
If you're not there when I get back…
Uh…
GS25 CENTUM HEIGHTS FORE
You little shit.
Oh, he moved out.
- When? - Today.
He gave me this water and he told me thanks for everything.
Then he came back. It was like he'd forgotten he'd moved out.
He was standing out here, just kinda staring,
then he walked toward the market over there.
Ah.
You asshole.
Shit.
You mess with me, you're fucking dead.
Where is it?
Damn it…
Ah!
Your head's in a noose.
If you survive, all your questions will be answered.
Oh! Jesus Christ!
Wait. Aren't you the guy who was in the apartment I…
I think we'd better talk.
There was nothing wrong with the contract.
You should report this to the police.
It's not my problem.
You're saying he stole your apartment?
REAL ESTATE SALES CONTRACT
Do not cross the police line!
Hey, no photos! Please step back.
There's so many cops.
The entire area is closed off tonight.
Stay behind the line.
- Mr. Min. - Yeah.
This is the area. Do not cross the line.
Time of death?
- Good thing someone called 911. - Back up.
- Yeah, right there. - Did you see?
Can you see him?
Hmm. You got his prints?
- Yeah. - Are you sure?
Hey, what's up?
- What the hell are you doing here? - Hey. Do you know him?
- What's this? - See, they're…
- What's happening? - Who said I'd know this guy?
Violent Crimes did. They said that you and Team 1 were looking into him.
Really? They said that? I wasn't even on Team 1.
Now they're telling everyone else?
- Stay back. - Can you see anything?
- Oh, this is Sang-cheol. - I can't share any details.
- He was into illegal gambling. Loan shark. - What's going on?
Well, he killed someone over a gambling site,
then he ran off to the Philippines.
- Probably still there. - What about him?
- This other guy… I have no idea. - They're working together.
That gang fell apart a few years ago. It was a shitshow. Who is this guy?
We got a tip that…
- I can't tell you anything. - Forget about it.
Wait, what were you gonna say?
- So what's all this? - Homeless, found dead.
He'd been living here for two days.
No signs of foul play. But we can't ID him.
- His prints aren't registered. - What's goin' on?
You can't ID him?
Hey, take it easy. There are lots of unclaimed bodies these days.
And stop answering him.
Oh. Take him. Go ahead.
After we wrap up, I know a good place for hangover soup near here.
- Huh? Come on, it's on me. - Well, that sounds good.
Ahem.
- Hey. - Did you hear anything?
Hey, how's your wife?
Huh? It's a lonely world when you've got no family.
You don't want to end up like that guy.
I think that's the body.
What are you staring at? You gonna hit me?
What? I'm giving you advice!
We're all done here. Why don't we go now?
- Fuck you looking at? - Yeah, come on!
Fucking clown.
Your problem is you're always running your mouth. Asshole!
- Whoa! Whoa! Hey, hey! - Mr. Park!
- Let me go! Come here! - Fucking asshole. Get over here.
- Let's do this! - What are you doing?
- You wanna go? Asshole. - Let's do this!
- Let go! - Come on, you bitch.
You idiot!
You got into a fistfight with a colleague at the fucking crime scene!
Are you trying to ruin your life?
Just keep investigating that tip. I'm hanging up, asshole!
I hate this fucking job.
SEOUL DONGBU POLICE STATION PARK SUN-YONG
- Settle down. - Okay, let's get started.
- Here comes the river. - You're making me go all-in?
- Can I get another drink? - Straight. This hand wins.
Raise.
Place your bets.
I'm all in.
- All right. Betting is closed. - Think you got… Call. Show 'em.
Oh, wow!
There you go. Yes!
- Nice! - Let me sort the chips out.
See, that's luck!
- Yeah, it is. - You're paying.
- Aah! - Winner to my right.
Aw, come on!
Don't think I won't hurt you.
What?
You still upset with me?
You see the news?
What news?
The woman in the Han River. The unidentified body.
No.
Is that even newsworthy these days?
You know that's ours, right?
- Is it? - The fuck do you mean, "Is it?"
Every single body in that morgue belongs to us.
Oh, so that was us, huh?
However…
it seems someone tipped off the police.
And so this whole thing could turn into a giant fucking headache.
Did you hear anything?
Course not. Nothing.
Well, shit.
You look relaxed.
Maybe you didn't know.
Maybe, but…
Listen.
That look on your face better not change later.
Or it's your ass. Got it?
Fucking hell. If the pigs get their hands on Noja,
they're gonna learn about everything, man.
Every job we've ever done, Seung-gyu.
We need to get the fuckin' asshole who tipped them off.
I'm pretty sure it wasn't Myeong-su.
It's gotta be someone who really understands our operation.
Hey.
Keep an eye on Noja.
'Cause if he gets busted, we're gonna have to run.
Yes, sir.
Man, what the fuck smells in here?
- Oh. I put a guy in the trunk. - Seriously?
Son of a…
Is he dead?
Last I checked.
Well, now the car's gonna smell.
Are you kidding me?
Please, I just need to talk to him for a moment.
Can you open the door?
Hey, Son Soo-hyun! Can we talk for a second?
I told you, wrong building.
- There's no Soo-hyun here. - I already checked.
I know there's a Son Soo-hyun that lives here!
I don't know who that is, but he doesn't live here!
We've been living here for six years now!
Hey, where's the security guard? Did you call him?
What's he doing? He needs to get over here.
PROFESSOR PARK GEUN-YEONG
You!
This guy was here earlier!
Spent 4,500 won. Remember? Americano?
Uh… Yeah, uh… To go.
He… he ordered an Americano.
- Was it this guy? - Mmm.
Shit.
What the hell is he doing?
- Hey, Moon-jae. - Where are you?
I'm right near the café.
Already? Noja's faster than I thought, even with that piece of shit car.
Where is he?
He's at the Han River.
Maybe he's going to kill himself.
No fucking way.
He's afraid of the water.
Hey, Moon-jae. How long do I have to follow this guy?
Um…
Until I say it's enough.
I told you. We're gonna let Noja chase him,
but we won't let him get caught.
It wouldn't be much fun if he died, now, would it?
Call me when you're at the river.
Who are you?
Sorry?
Do I know you?
Don't think so.
- Then what are you doing? - I don't know what you're talking about.
I don't like being followed.
I wasn't following you.
This street is a dead end.
You're right. It is.
I'm not familiar with this area,
and I thought this would eventually connect me to a highway.
I figured that's why you came this way.
I apologize. Okay? Are we done?
- Yeah, we are. - I'm sorry.
Look, his money is all dirty anyway.
I can launder it. I'll take care of everything.
You just need to take care of a few things for me.
That punk wants a fresh start?
I mean, it's basically free money.
He can't report it to the cops.
It's too risky.
How would he catch you?
He'll have nothing to go on. You'll disappear without a trace.
So stop worrying. I'll take care of you.
Don't forget, I'm the only family you've got.
Aren't I?
But you gotta help me too.
Let's say
ten percent?
Okay.
Have mercy
On Andrew…
- You already knew. - There were no skid marks.
- This was planned. - You knew, didn't you?
On Andrew
You've gone through so much at your age.
Do you have any other relatives?
It's like I've always said.
You have to be a better Je Moon-Jae than the old Moon-Jae.
Always remember that, all right?
You hated your father as much as I did.
Don't matter. Your father is gone. You're safe from him now.
Aah.
You listen to me. I hated you even more than Dad.
Your depression, it was unbearable. It drove me insane.
He thinks he's hiding in there. He doesn't realize he's trapped.
What the fuck are you two doing to me?
Aah! Hey! Hey!
It's all your fault.
You created this mess.
- It's all because of you. - What…
What did I do wrong, Father?
Got you, asshole!
You shouldn't leave your glasses lying around.
How many pills did you take, man?
Who are you?
If you don't get some help soon, you'll die.
Who are you?
Hey. Start running.
Noja's coming.
Ah, shit.
Fuck!
Welcome.
Fuck.
Hello, sir.
Shit.
Long time no see.
Aren't you happy to see me?
Yaah!
Shit. Shit.
Where is my money?
Where is it, motherfucker?
Answer me, you son of a bitch!
Get back here!
It took you three years to come crawling out of your hole.
Like a little rat.
I'll send you here when you're done.
What do you think?
I'm no good with water.
That's how my father passed.
That does look pretty nice, though.
Hey! Shit.
No!
God damn it!
Help! Hey! Over here! Help! Please!
Hey, over here!
Over here! Please, help me!
Here, grab onto it.
Ah, shit.
Are… are you okay? What happened?
I slipped. I slipped and fell in.
Shit.
Yeong-geun.
Yeong-geun!
Yeong-geun, please don't do this!
Wait, Noja! Please! Please! I'm sorry!
- I won't do it again! Don't leave me! - Son of a bitch. I'm sick of this shit.
You're sitting in Kim's spot.
I told you, he's gone.
Who are you?
I said, who are you?
Tell me who you are, motherfucker!
Who are you?
THE BODY FOUND IN THE HANGANG RIVER WAS NOT A SUICIDE
KIM YEONG-GEUN
What the hell?
Like I said, he was in a hurry. Someone was looking for him.
So, why are the police looking for this guy?
I don't know.
Tell you what, though.
How about I let you know just as soon as I figure it out?
Okay, chief?
Looks like you've made some progress.
Quite a case you're building.
Kim's breathing down our necks. This case has to be airtight.
Hey, rookie. Take a look at this.
What does this look like to you?
Does it remind you of anything?
- Forget it, man. - Hmm…
The composition's all lopsided. It's just a mess.
The whole thing's a fucking mess.
Check this out.
I stopped by this jerk's apartment, but some writer was living there instead.
So, I went back the next day to see if the writer knew the victim.
The security told me he had just moved out.
I started researching. Turns out, the writer doesn't own that apartment.
The owner is someone else. It's this slimy-looking shit.
And you know what's even more fucked?
This. Yeah?
How the fuck did I get tangled up in this shit? Huh?
Tell me. How did… how does this happen?
I don't know.
Thanks a lot. Keep brushing.
I'd like to begin by hearing who you think
should have custody of the child.
Your Honor, I should get full custody.
Sun-Yong has never cared about his family.
Is that because of his job? I understand he's a police detective.
No, it's not his job. It's just how he's wired.
He grew up in an orphanage, Your Honor, so he has no concept of family.
That's quite harsh,
claiming that he doesn't value family because he grew up in an orphanage.
Uh… I apologize, Your Honor. I didn't mean it like that.
It's just a fact.
Have you reached an agreement on the terms of child support?
A STORE MADE A REPORT ABOUT THE GUY FROM THE TIP
I reached out to him, but I haven't heard back.
He never responds, even when it's something important.
- I don't know what he's thinking. - Mr. Park!
Let's go.
Uh… I… I'm making noodles.
Then turn the stove off!
Oh, this is fucking bullshit!
I waited for you just like you said.
You treat me worse than the police.
Oh!
Why are those guys trying so hard to find you?
Money, what else? Gambling debt.
How much you owe them?
A building's worth.
The fuck?
I owned a building.
But then I fucked around and lost everything I had!
Oh, God damn it!
Those bastards run an illegal gambling site.
They're all fucking evil.
They've got middle schoolers addicted to gambling on their phones and shit
But the worst part is…
…they even swap people.
- They what? - Hmm. Uh…
They prey on the vulnerable.
Like the homeless or people without a family, know what I mean?
They strip them of their identity and they throw out the rest.
- What are you talkin' about? - Oh, come on.
They kill them, obviously!
They take advantage of unclaimed remains,
missing persons, and people who have no family.
'Cause nothing ever comes up when you run their prints.
They're basically ghosts.
And there are plenty of assholes who could use a new identity.
Or how about foreigners who want a Korean identity?
That's what they're selling.
The real person just disappears
and the fake one is just roaming around out there.
They make a lot of money off of it, too. Those motherfuckers.
They ruin people's lives through gambling.
Then they steal their identities and throw them away!
Uh…
So, please I'm begging you!
Just tell them you couldn't find me, and you'll never see me again.
Please, spare me, sir!
I promise I'll go back to my house and I'll stay inside!
It took you three years to come crawling out of your hole.
Like a little rat.
Please.
He came at the guy with a hatchet. I thought he would kill him in the store.
Then they ended up running off towards the construction site.
Hmm.
This kid said he didn't know who Kim Yeong-geun was,
and yet here he is.
That son of a bitch made a real fool out of me.
Where can I smoke?
Uh, outside?
Okay.
Well, thanks for all your cooperation.
Man, this place is a real mess!
All right, well, you guys better get busy.
DONGBU POLICE STATION
You know this is a crime.
Only if the police find out.
But who's gonna report this to the police?
That piece of shit? No way. We're safe.
There was a young nobleman who was deeply absorbed in his studies.
As he sat at his desk, writing things down,
he began to feel uncomfortable.
You see, his fingertips had grown rough and scratchy,
so he took a small blade and began trimming his fingernails and toenails.
"Young man!"
The door swung open as a monk entered.
He said, "Your nails come from your body!"
"You must not throw them away so carelessly."
"They're only nails," the young nobleman said.
"And people aren't animals. Who would crave such a thing?"
And so, without even wrapping the nails in paper,
he carried them outside
and he tossed them into the woods behind the pavilion.
A few days later, the young nobleman headed back to his hometown.
He crossed mountains and rivers, and at last arrived at his family home.
But there was something uneasy in the air.
He turned and saw someone with a face exactly like his own.
His eyes, his jawline, even the way he spoke was identical.
"How dare you impersonate me!" he said.
But the fake nobleman was unfazed.
He simply replied…
Get inside.
Go report it.
What are you doing? Get inside.
But how are you going to prove it?
DONGBU POLICE STATION
That you're Je Moon-jae?
Can I stop watching TV now?
I've watched enough.
No. Keep watching.
But I don't like the bad rat story.
You think the rat is bad?
It ate the nobleman's fingernails.
Where's my mom?
Where is she?
Think about how badly that rat wanted to be human. Okay?
You can understand how he must feel, can't you?
That rat.
- Please don't kill me. - Ah, shit.
Finish it.
Hey, get up.
Huh?
Get on your feet! Let's go, asshole!
I can pay. If you give me three days, I'll pay you back.
- I'll get the money. I swear! - Three days, my ass.
- You're gonna run again. - I won't run!
- Just give me three days! - Stop bullshitting. Get up.
- Three days! - Get up.
- I'll get the money! - Get your hands off!
We're just getting started with you!
- Got that? I said you got that? - Motherfucker!
You're fucking dead!
- Get up. You piece of shit! - That's right, you're dead.
Fucking die, asshole!
Oh, fuck. Look what this asshole made me do.
- You bastard. - Hey.
There's something I've been wondering about.
What happened to those guys I brought you?
Are they alive?
Hey, Noja.
You already got paid.
No need to dig deeper.
All right, look. We all have our own shit we need to take care of.
Yeah? Well, listen up, motherfuckers.
Something I've learned is that no one is truly worthless.
Everyone comes into this world with some kind of value.
And I'm not talking about civil rights or whatever.
Know what I mean? I'm not talking about human rights.
It's called dignity.
You understand, right?
The fuck is he talking about?
This guy is from my hometown.
All right? So let him go.
No man has the right to take a life.
You can't wash that sin away. It will haunt you forever.
Why are you giving us a fucking lecture all of a sudden?
You can take his kidney, a piece of his liver, an eyeball.
That's all fine. Just let him live.
'Cause if you kill him, then you'll always have to live with it.
Sir, please! Please, sir. Please, save me.
You should've stayed hidden, asshole.
I know a guy who made it three years without leaving a trace.
Ugh.
I told you to keep the noise down, guys.
Noise always carries in this fucking building.
Ugh.
It's you!