Nae-bu-ja-deul Page #7

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Yes, sir.

Tell me.

He hasn't spilled yet.

You damn losers.

Bring it here!

First cut here.

And here.

And for here,

I guess we should cut

right above the ankle.

Wait!

What?

Anything to tell us?

Where is Ahn hiding?

How did it go?

I got the watch, boss.

Be careful.

Lots of eyes watching.

Bring it quick.

You bastards will be skeletons

by the time I die.

Seems like Park got busted.

F***ing morons.

F***, this is hot!

Boss.

Boss, it's me!

Damn it.

Get him!

F***!

Lift him up.

You cripple.

You f***ing prick.

Yes, got him.

D*ckhead.

Ahn got away.

How could you let him go?

Shut the f*** up!

Should've killed that f***er

when I had the chance.

You caused this sh*t,

so you should clean it up.

If things go wrong because of Ahn,

I won't go down alone.

You know that.

Of course I know.

That's why all along

I've been cleaning your sh*t

and wiping your ass, too.

So...

keep cleaning my sh*t

and wiping my ass.

Then you can be a cabinet member

or prime minister.

Everyone has a

pre-destined role in life.

You're destined to

clean my sh*t all your life.

Prime minister, Lee.

Okay?

F***ing constipation!

You're awake?

Hey, mobster!

Even if you lost a hand,

what kind of gangster

is so bad at fighting?

You'd be dead if not for me.

Watch your mouth,

you filthy little dog.

What do you expect?

A prosecutor to speak

respectfully to a f***ing gangster?

Listen carefully

as I won't repeat this.

Okay?

You remember Moon Il-seok?

Ex-accounting manager

of Mirae Motors.

He was going to give me

the slush fund file 2 years back.

The records from Mirae Motors.

But a f***ing rat intercepted it.

Who could that be?

You are asking me?

That's what you lost your hand for,

isn't it?

Playing games with those files.

Are you nuts? I must've hit you

too hard the other night.

F***.

Okay then how about this?

What is it that you want?

Revenge, isn't it?

You know what I want?

I want justice.

Because I'm a f***ing

prosecutor of Korea.

I'd like to help

with your revenge,

you wanna work with me?

Good deal, isn't it?

You're quite funny,

Mr. Prosecutor.

You think you're John Wayne?

Justice?

Does a sweet thing like that

still exist in this country?

If you wanna play with that sh*t,

help yourself.

I'm not interested.

You thugs don't listen

when we talk nicely.

You listen carefully.

If you don't cooperate,

you'll be charged for

confinement and assault on Moon.

What'll it be?

I just got in.

See the light on the ceiling?

- The light.

- Pardon?

Okay!

Got it!

You did? Great job!

Bravo!

Tell him to get

a bottle of soju!

Buy a bottle of soju

on your way back.

Any brand is fine.

Tell him to buy 'Dew!'

Fresh.

Mr. Bang.

Mr. Dipshit Gangster

would prefer Dew.

Fresh!

Damn it.

That toilet is f***ed up.

What the f***.

Damn it you!

Cut the crap!

You think it'll do?

Oh's not in it.

Plenty of ways out for Jang.

This can only nail

the president of his campaign club.

Where's the file?

- I told you they took it!

- F*** you!

You think I'll buy that sh*t?

You weren't listening

when I told you that?

You're saying you trusted

Lee that much?

Giving him the original

without making a copy?

You know there is something...

between him and me.

F***!

We have a special bond between us.

Like brotherhood.

Special bond between

a journalist and a gangster.

Got it!

Then how much did you give?

- Huh?

- Didn't you?

The f***ing special bond of yours

is giving him something

to get something back.

Why'd you give the slush fund file

to Lee Gang-hee?!

We need insurance to survive

in this world.

Ah, you got insurance,

but no copy?

You think I'll buy that,

you son of a b*tch!

I told you already

that they took everything!

He is a f***ing loser.

A blockhead.

Prosecutor.

F*** you!

I think we should move

to another place.

Why?

It's a bit weird for guys

to stay in a...

Why is it weird? F***!

And Jang's gang must

be searching for him everywhere.

Staying in Seoul

is too dangerous.

Hey, do you have any place

to hide in the countryside?

I have some bros

in Gwangju.

But damn Park knows them all.

Great!

Who is it?

What brings you here?

Bastard...

You're the only one

catching bad guys in Korea?

Couldn't you have at least

eaten regularly?

Bastard...

How's the food?

Sorry we don't have much.

It tastes good.

- Are you okay?

- Okay with what?

Are things cleaner at the prosecution,

compared to the police?

I'm full.

I'll get going.

- Leaving already?

- Got some early morning business.

Don't come out.

Night.

Damn... bastard.

- Careful with driving!

- Yes.

This was his room.

Make yourself at home.

I'm sorry to cause you trouble.

I'll pay back your kindness later.

It's nothing.

Never mind.

Just take care of my son.

He's still immature

and out of touch.

He's not immature.

A bit rude, but I'll take

care of that myself.

- You don't have to worry.

- Sure.

- Good night.

- Night, sir.

If you're walking in hell,

you should march on!

F*** you.

This isn't enough.

We definitely

need the slush fund file.

You're saying there's no copy?

He says so but...

Professor, how are you doing?

What?

I'm a bit concerned...

a gentleman like you

engaged in politics...

When I first joined the congress

someone said to me...

the only goal

for a congressman...

is to be part of the ruling party.

Politics is survival

in a broad term.

Survival of the country

and the people.

And my survival.

It must be tough.

It's not easy especially

in the opposition party.

- I need something big.

- Professor.

Shall I...

make you an interesting proposal?

What is it?

Please prepare a press conference

for Ahn Sang-goo.

You want me to back that?

I'm sure it'll be a good

opportunity for you as well.

How about the file?

I'll take care of it.

Will Ahn himself show up?

If he doesn't...

We'll have to make him show.

Made a deal?

He gets Jang then join

the Supreme Prosecutor's Office.

So that's why he wanted to get

Jang so bad.

Can you trust him?

You want me to walk away?

I wonder if he'll stab you in the back.

Prosecutors in Korea are like that.

They suck up to those with power.

He needs to get Jang

for his own sake.

Still, don't trust him completely.

You can't be too careful.

He might stab you in the back.

You got a great car!

Is it a new one?

The balance?

You're the only one

raking it in,

when the film's

not even released.

It's not the actor's fault

but the director's.

Take to the hills for a while.

Sang-goo, how about

going away with me?

Who gives a damn about revenge?

We can drink Mojitos in the Maldives.

Like old times.

You should bury

memories in your heart

and keep no feelings for

buses that have left.

What's with you?

Take care, Mr. Chairman.

Bye-bye.

You must've studied hard

to become a prosecutor.

I had blood in my stool.

My ass couldn't take

sitting at a desk 24/7.

Most people are on their way up

once they become prosecutors...

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