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filled with fakes.

You're not fake so

don't worry.

Hermit Gongan...

Remember?

Only Hermit Gongan

could make a fake

prosecutor's seal like that.

Isn't he in Surin Jail?

As far as I know,

someone paid big money

to bail him out.

Is that so?

Are you absolutely sure

you can protect me?

We'll even cover the money

for your paintings.

Is he the one who visited you

at Surin Jail a month ago?

Yes, sir.

His eyes looked quite sad.

You sure you got

a good look at him?

That Sad Eyes

or whatever guy?

I did! This is where

he vanished.

There's nowhere else to go.

But you know where we are,

don't you?

The powerful Defense Minister,

who can even stop

a bird from flyin'.

That Minister Song

whatever's home.

Why'd a powerful official like

him hang around those rotten crooks?

That's so you.

You don't have much of a brain.

That's why you were

never promoted.

What did you bring that up for?

That's complete nonsense.

I just like to sweat

on the job.

It means that I like

being out on the scene.

Well, sometimes you

can be right.

But I still don't buy

what you said.

It's really iffy.

Corvina fish and

Ambrosia casserole!

Oh my, it looks so tasty!

But nothin' exciting

is happening.

Is that Sad Eyes?

Don't get too close to him.

It's not time yet.

Oh goodness, my belly!

Where are you hurt?

Stomachaches...

Sir, are you following me

because you like me?

Are you chasing after me?

Don't know what you're saying.

Or...

Are you tailing me?

Oh goodness!

Where've you been

all this time?

Trailed the fallen

leaves to here?

Or were you drunken

by the perfume?

Or were you possessed

by the night?

No one saw us, right?

- Yes, sir!

- Let's go.

I swear it was the Defense Minister's

old assistant, Gu Jang-gon.

I clearly remember

because I served

under Minister Song

in the last war.

They're smarter

than I thought.

They installed bellows

in the boat,

made the fake coins while

riding in the canal,

and also distribute them.

The Defense Minister's

assistant, you say.

These are the fake coins gathered

in Pyongyang and Hamheung.

Money is also useless there,

and prices have skyrocketed.

Sir, shall we bring

in Gu Jang-gon first?

You scared the hell out of me!

Where the hell have you been?

Anyway, are you alright?

Sir,

it's impossible to produce the

counterfeits in huge sums

without aid from

the dignitaries.

Since Defense Minister Song

controls the entire military

and has no rivals,

I'm sure he's

behind everything.

Who are you to shoot off

your mouth like that?

Please let Detective Ahn

and me go into Minister Song's home.

We will definitely

find evidence.

You have good intentions,

but we could fall first

if we're too hasty.

But sir!

Why aren't you sleeping?

Are you trying to put me

on a skewer or something?

You know that you're done for

if you weaken before a fight, right?

A fight only comes

one time around.

There's no second chance.

That's Minister Song's

old assistant, Gu Jang-gon.

Your Excellency,

I wish you a happy birthday.

This a famous sword brought

over from Japan.

It was made for the Prime Minister

during the Muromachi era.

They also say that a curse

comes with this sword.

According to its curse,

the sword's maker was executed.

The Prime Minister,

who held this sword,

was eventually assassinated

by his men.

The sword disappeared for

centuries and was then found

at the Prime Minister's grave.

Strangely, it wasn't rusted

and was perfectly in tact.

Quite an interesting sword.

A sword like

that suits the

Minister perfectly!

Yes indeed!

They say those

kinds of swords become

a lucky sword to powerful men.

Of course.

Nazukusa.

Zuwamonodomoka Yumenoato.

The summer grass, traces of

a vanished warrior's dream.

Jeez, I guess this

ain't the toilet.

Oh boy, this place is

as big as a palace.

I was told the way,

but I can't find the toilet.

Oh my, I peed on myself.

You all scared me to death.

Your Excellency,

could we see an example

of the sword's power here?

Great idea!

Yes, please show us!

Strike me if you like.

If you don't trust me.

Your Excellency!

How about giving him

this girl as a prize?

That's a great idea!

Your loyal henchman

seems to be very interested

in this girl.

Hurry and pour him a drink!

Drinks aren't important now!

She better go wash up first!

Oh no!

What is your name?

Nam! Namsoon...

I mean, Sweet Flower Moon.

Then what's your name?

Sir...

Well...

What?

We've met before, haven't we?

There are three things we can't

foresee how they'll change.

One is a cat's eye.

Another is the sky's color

in late fall.

And the last

is a woman's face.

I was a loony to teach

a young kid how to

fight long ago.

What am I gonna do

about her now?

You didn't like that girl?

I should've sent you

another girl.

You have to learn how to rest.

An instrument may make no sound

if the strings are always tense.

Why'd you come here instead?

I took a walk to sober up.

I hope I'm not interfering.

You were just a kid when

you first came here.

Time sure flies.

Having it hard lately?

Seems like you are

since you're so quiet.

Since I have a sword with me,

how about a duel for

old time's sakes?

In the sutra,

there's a story about a man

shot by a poisoned arrow.

What would you do?

If someone was shot

by that arrow,

you'd swiftly take it out

and suck out the poison

if you want to save him, right?

But someone once said,

Finding out who shot

the arrow is more important.

People agreed and looked for

him while neglecting

the wounded.

Meanwhile,

what do you think happened

to the poisoned man?

Right now,

this whole country is the

same as that poisoned man.

But all the high statesmen,

who are also like the trash

that came to my feast,

are blabbering how they'll

save our country.

They're just casually

arguing over

where the arrow came from

in front of the dying man.

I think I left

a difficult job to you.

It worries me all the time.

Namsoon, in my opinion,

whether he steals

an apple or a chicken,

a thief is a thief.

Whether the person's

young, old, a man, woman,

or pretty-looking

like a gigolo,

if they've done bad things,

then they're a bad person.

I've looked in every nook

and cranny for

bastards like them,

and have put them into

jail all my freakin' life.

Well, by any chance...

- Well...

- Well what?

What are you yelling

at me for?

Shut up out there!

Well, then forget about it.

I'm just feeling sad that

you look so down.

Those stars sure

do look pretty.

Don't you think?

Yup.

But did you just say "yup"?

Yup.

Please, just for once.

When will you ever

address me as "sir"?

People will think that

I didn't teach you anything.

I think I left a

difficult job to you.

- Then what's your name?

- It worries me all the time.

I'm Sweet Flower Moon.

Doctor!

What are you doing under

a married woman's belly?

What do you think?

I'm just stroking her belly

because she feels sick,

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