Hyeongsa sucheob Page #3

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- you dummy.

- You melt taffy and

omen with your tongue.

But yours melted too much.

Nothing's left.

What a waste.

We're almost there.

Good job.

It's money you told

me you needed.

If the deal goes through today,

we'll definitely

seal some evidence.

So don't wait for

Detective Ahn's team

and go take a rest.

You probably haven't

been home for days.

Sir, we'll be going now.

How about some hot soup first?

Have this at least

on the way.

I'm telling you

this story's true!

Thanks for the drink.

Wait, you should pay instead

for listening to my story!

Hold on!

Damn it, this sucks!

But I'm totally broke.

It's freezing like hell!

I'm sorry.

Autumn seemed like

just yesterday,

but it's snowing already?

Since the country

is in turmoil,

so is the damn weather.

Have you seen a

pretty girlish-looking guy,

and a middle-aged man

wearing a hat?

Can I also have

a hot soup here?

A really steamy one.

If I'm supposed to

meet Namsoon here,

then she should be on time.

You brought the money, right?

No one tailed you, right?

What are you talking about?

If the stuff is real,

then we can pay more for it.

Red hot chili pepper, please.

Hot as Namsoon's temper.

Looks delicious.

Scram!

Cut it off! Who cares

if you cut off my hand!

Minister of Home Affairs,

how about giving up?

He has no guts to

overturn the game.

He's just like our king.

The rich are busy

hoarding goods

in this counterfeit-ridden country.

The poor are becoming homeless

and turn into thieves.

All our country's scholars

are begging the king to act,

but he's being hesitant like

the Home Affairs Minister.

Now, once the

ast piece is laid down,

all we have left is a big celebration,

right Minister Song?

Who are you looking for?

Move!

How dare you!

I told you to move.

I'm very pissed, you see.

So I could just kill someone.

You.

You.

You!

I'm a crazy b*tch.

For seeing a beast like you

as a real person even for

a moment makes me a crazy b*tch.

You rotten bastard!

Are you ignoring me?

Freeze!

I said freeze!

You dare try to run away?

Look at you.

Looking like some pretty pansy.

I knew what you were all along.

I knew it!

- Please leave.

- To where?

Over here?

Over there?

That way?

Over there?

That way?

You can't go!

You can't go alone!

Fine then.

Stab me! Come and stab me!

You hit me?

Fine.

Let's settle this once

and for all.

You and me!

Die!

Stop!

Oh boy.

Trying to teach me

some Confucius?

Now you wanna be courteous

about it?

Say it. Please say it.

Say it.

Say that it wasn't you.

That you didn't do anything.

You rotten bastard!

It's me!

It's me, Detective Namsoon!

Take your hands off now!

You've gone on a rampage,

but have you

delivered anything?

You get valuable

sources killed,

and cause havoc

in useless places.

Detective Ahn, go on patrol

duty with your wonderful partner!

But sir.

That's all I have to say!

But chief.

Turn your badges

in this instant!

Namsoon, this could turn out

to be a good thing.

We can go around on

patrol like this,

eat three meals a day,

have some long rests at home,

and get paid better than now,

don't you think?

Okay!

Let's drink our sorrows away!

Namsoon!

We passed by the pub already.

You know another place?

There isn't a decent

place this way.

Where the hell are you goin'?

This doesn't look like a pub.

What trouble are you

gonna make now?

Oh goodness.

Perfect timing.

Chief, when you waved

your three fingers,

Detective Ahn noticed that

it meant 3 o'clock.

Like rumors have it,

the court's using

the counterfeit ordeal

to take down the young king.

Of course the next king

will be his stepbrother.

Minister Song is trying to marry

his daughter off to that prince.

This is the real aim

behind the counterfeits.

But he needs tons of copper

to make all that

fake money, right?

Then I'm sure that the

documents for this deal

is inside Minister Song's home.

That's what we must find instead of

bellows and copper plates.

We don't have enough time.

I put my faith in you two.

If you don't trust me,

you can stab me right now.

Only if you think

I plotted this whole thing

for my own personal greed.

Remember how you tried to

stab me with this sword?

On my birthday?

I loved you.

Always, like a son.

Although I've agreed,

stealing the Minister's

account book from his house

is like jumping into the fire.

But there's gotta be

a way somehow.

Only if someone on the Minister's

side could help us...

Thank you for coming.

The reason you asked to meet

wasn't because you liked me.

And to fight, this isn't

the right place for it.

What's your real name,

Sweet Flower Moon?

Me? Namsoon!

You wanted to see me

just to ask my name?

Namsoon.

It's a pretty name.

Much better than Sweet Flower Moon.

Pretty, my butt.

Everyone says it sounds dumb.

So what's your name?

I really like how you look

when you get surprised.

At first, it was scary.

Are you making fun of me?

Or are you mocking me?

You keep snickering.

Sorry for yelling.

But you should act

like a real man.

I bought this because

it looked pretty.

Stealing the Minister's account

book from his house

is like jumping into the fire.

But there's gotta

be a way somehow.

There are those who

we meet by fate,

and there are

those that are not.

Namsoon.

You didn't think something

unimaginable like this

would ever happen to you, right?

Move.

Tell me where you're going.

Move.

Or don't go anywhere at all.

Move!

Pull yourself together!

You're a cop! A damn cop!

By the king's order!

Minister Song Pil-joon,

you are under arrest!

- Arrest them!

- Arrest them!

Was it you?

Did you do it?

Yes.

It's been a long time since

I called you by your name.

Your name is...

My name is...

My name is...

What did you say

your name was?

My name is...

The summer grass,

traces of a vanished

warrior's dream.

Cut the crap!

Reciting a poem on your

way to Hell?

Go recite that crap to

my dead cop friends

after you die.

Yeah.

That's your true face.

But, do or die.

If you surrender,

then I won't slice your throat.

Namsoon.

He died.

No.

No.

He can't die!

Sir, are you following me

because you like me?

Are you chasing after me?

Or...

Are you tailing me?

I had something I really

wanted to tell you.

It was last winter.

Don't know whether

I was possessed

by the moonlight or the snow.

I was on my way to

a friend's house with

a bottle of booze.

And a man and

a woman were fighting

like crazy with

some sharp swords.

But they also looked like

they were dancing.

It was like they were making love

under the moonlight as well.

While I was watching them,

I came.

Then what?

What happened next?

I don't know either.

I wasn't even drunk

or even dreaming at the time.

They just vanished all of a sudden.

- Come on.

- Come on.

- You're lying again.

- You're lying again.

No, I'm telling the

truth this time.

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