Made in Korea (메이드 인 코리아)

The collapse of the Mapo Citizens' Apartment

already notorious for shoddy construction…

Would you look at that? The world has gone crazy.

It's not long before everything goes to hell.

Well, I guess it had a good run.

One day, the whole world will come crashing down like that apartment.

Will you stop with the doom and gloom already?

What about our Huijeong? Want her to die before she even blooms?

I'm just saying. The world is not going to fold that easily.

The doenjang stew is good.

I'm scared the baby might hear you.

With its so-called dad spouting that kind of talk,

you think it'd even want to be born?

Geez. I'm sorry, okay? Let's just eat.

Who's that?

Damn, who is it?

Mr. Kim, it… It's Robert.

Are you nuts?

I told you not to come to my house.

Mr. Kim, we're going back to the States next week.

For old times' sake, let me have it just this once.

I'll pay you double.

Double?

Damn it.

Come on.

Have you lost it? What were you thinking calling them here?

I didn't. They showed up on their own.

Hello?

BEOMCHEON-DONG, CAFÉ C'EST…

Got it. I'll see you tomorrow. Bye.

They said they'll pay double.

Let's just give it and send them away. Go get it.

Hurry, go grab it.

- - What? Have you lost your mind?

- What the hell are you doing? -

- -

Huh? Mr. Jang.

Be careful.

Evening, sir.

The victims were married.

Kim Taeyeong, 29 years old, and his wife, Lee Suni, 26.

They had a three-year-old daughter, and…

the wife was pregnant.

Oh, and this.

The US Army already took them into custody and got their confessions.

First,

let's get the kid out of here.

She doesn't really have anywhere else to go.

Her uncle's on his way now.

Is it because of the rain?

The whole place reeks of blood.

BEOMCHEON-DONG, CAFÉ C'EST LA VIE, 6 P.M., 1 KG

This child's parents were drug dealers.

Middlemen who got meth from suppliers and sold it on to end consumers.

The couple seemed as ordinary as anyone,

but they were murdered by US soldiers while dealing drugs.

Those US soldiers were addicted to meth.

They never had the money to buy it in the first place.

With no money, they had to steal.

Once you're hooked on meth…

-Move, please! - …nothing else matters.

This way, sir.

I bet that's what happened when they killed this girl's parents.

They decided their own craving mattered more than someone else's life.

This girl's name is Kim Huijeong.

Now that her parents are dead,

the bottle in her mouth is all she has to survive on.

When she grows up, will she remember this moment?

People say time heals all wounds.

That everything gets better with time.

But this girl will remember this for the rest of her life.

Her own face as she sucked on the bottle,

her parents' faces as their throats were cut over a drug deal,

and the stench of blood that filled the room.

If there really is a God,

may he save this girl's soul

from the power of the dog.

Ah, ah.

Good afternoon, sir.

What's that?

Well, I went home to grab some files I'd forgotten.

- On your bike? - Yes.

Did you guys eat yet?

Yes.

Sure did.

Can you order me a jjajangmyeon? Make it extra-large.

- Yes, sir. - Hey, Jang!

Listen.

You said you weren't taking public security cases.

That's right.

Then focus on narcotics.

Why are you poking around in a public security case?

It's connected to the victims in my case, so I looked into it.

Being a KCIA informant doesn't mean you can't be a junkie too, right?

Jang.

When I first met you at the Seoul Office,

I was a section chief, and you were just a prosecutor with no title, right?

And when I was in Gwangju as a departmental chief,

you still had no title.

And now, I've been sent here to Busan as the deputy chief prosecutor.

But you? You're still without a title.

All your peers are section chiefs now, some moving up to departmental chiefs.

How long will you keep drifting around the country without a title?

Well, all I can do is give it my best.

That's exactly why you never get promoted. You're too rigid.

No flexibility!

Learn to work the hierarchy.

What do you think an organization is, huh?

An organization is a place where you work.

I still have work to do, so I'd better get to it now.

Jang. Don't mess with the KCIA, all right?

Cross them and we're the only ones who bleed.

Okay. I'll keep that in mind and do my best, sir.

We certainly can't have bloodshed on the job.

You're impossible.

Open a window in here, will you? It smells like…

And turn the lights on! It's so dark in here.

-Yes, sir. -What is this, a rat's nest?

- -Geez.

Well, I'm off!

Good day, sir!

- Turn them off. -

The lights.

Goodness.

It's nice and gloomy, isn't it?

-You order my jjajangmyeon yet? - Yes, sir.

DIRECTOR GENERAL HWANG GUKPYEONG

Director General Hwang Gukpyeong, my direct superior.

In charge of the entire Busan branch of the KCIA.

It got on me.

One word from him, and the whole city moves.

Anyway,

about Jo Manjae.

I hear he's been dealing meth with the Yakuza.

Yes, I'm aware.

You're aware?

Yes, sir.

That meth is what I loaded onto the plane and sent off to Pyongyang.

The Manjae Gang's meth.

The Manjae Gang, Busan's biggest crime syndicate.

KANG DAEIL, THE MANJAE GANG UNDERBOSS

JO MANJAE, THE MANJAE GANG BOSS

Under Director Hwang's protection, they grew fast.

They kick back 30% of their monthly take to him,

straight into the KCIA's pocket.

The gang pulls every crime in the book

and rakes in a million dollars from the underworld.

At this point, you could say they practically run the Busan economy.

THE POWER OF THE DOG

Jang Geonyoung, a prosecutor at the Busan District Prosecutors' Office,

is apparently gunning for Jo Manjae, all fired up.

They say he's a Marine legend who once took down armed guerrillas

with his bare hands and got a Hwarang Order of Military Merit for it.

And he's the kind of loose cannon who doesn't give a damn about higher-ups.

So how do you plan on handling him, Mr. Baek?

Don't worry, sir.

I'll take care of him myself.

- -

Why don't you guys go out for a smoke?

-Sit. -

-Everything good while I was away? - Yes, sir. All good.

Listen, look into Prosecutor Jang Geonyoung

at the Busan District Prosecutors' Office.

His background, family, relatives, friends, personality…

Well, whatever it is, don't miss a single detail.

Dig up every last thing connected to him and bring it to me.

Yes, sir.

Ah. Nice to meet you. John Evans.

Just call me John.

Okay, John.

What are those bastards doing here?

Exercise. One hour per day.

The murderers have rights too? Hmm?

Don't they in Korea?

Let's get done with this quickly.

We've already provided enough information with the police regarding their cases.

That's different, man.

Look.

Hmm?

In the corner. Here.

Something's written.

Remember the man you killed?

He wrote it down when he was in the phone…

No. On the phone.