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Welcome.
- Name of reservation? - Mirae Motors.
They're waiting upstairs.
It's divine.
Of course, it's Chateau Haut-Brion.
Getting a feel for wine, huh?
Hello, sir.
Come on in, Mr. Yoon.
I heard you're flying to LA today.
I can spare half an hour before heading to the airport,
so let's get to it.
It's very simple, 10 minutes will do.
Then finish in 10.
The buried-type charger that we've developed…
If you could take a look at the screen here…
- Damn, it's cold! - I'm so sorry.
Shit.
Excuse me? We've spilled the Chateau Haut-Brion
Jeez, what now?
He needs to go to the airport
so go find a boutique nearby.
A boutique?
- I'll clean that, sir. - Don't bother.
Get the croco bag in my car, there are spare pants in there.
Alright.
Would you like another bottle?
Should we order more?
Make it the same red.
And let's trash these.
I'll pay for the wine.
You'll buy a Chateau Haut-Brion?
No need.
Mr. Yoon,
I've heard the buried type involves a higher initial investment.
Isn't it a bit excessive?
I hear the exposed type is better value for money.
Not at all, sir.
Tests show that exposed chargers are more vulnerable
and cost 37.5% more in repairs.
Their sensors also have blind spots so there's a greater fire hazard.
So our company has developed sensors and heat shields
that are both built into our buried chargers.
Furthermore, buried chargers can also be used under smart roads
- so in terms of value-- - How's the food?
Good.
Where are your pants?
This man spilled the big bucks.
No way!
A Chateau Haut-Brion? You know how much that is?
Come on, my pants cost more than the wine.
- More than 3 grand? - Make it 5.
They're limited edition.
Sorry, you were saying?
Well, to put it simply,
our sensors can even detect metal coins and stray cats…
Put even simpler, how much do you need?
I've sprinkled some truffles, they go for 8 grand per kilo.
I'm scared to check the bill.
They're on the house.
Would you like another bottle?
Already ordered one.
Sorry, go on.
We've also developed an "Eco-shield--
Enjoy your meal.
- Hurry, bring the wine here. - Eco-shield… and?
Last week, the government invited bids for the e-parking lots project.
Our tech is cutting-edge so we're sure to win the contract.
- So, for development-- - Sir?
- Good, my bag. - Here.
Here you go.
Is this the wine?
- That's Barolo. - Let's just drink it.
Alright.
You know Mr. Son, right?
He had some other things to say.
This is a strategic industry
so we need to stay aligned with the government.
Let's discuss this again,
if you win the bid.
Even if they do fix the issues with their tech,
this isn't just about the parking lots.
With government funds, there's potential for much more.
Our tech could lead to smart roads with underground charging.
Think ahead.
Who thinks ahead when today is such shit?
And Ms. Kim, did you see Park's article?
We're toe-to-toe with exposed chargers?
Didn't we pay him for promotion?
We paid him the usual…
Mr. Son must have paid him more than the usual.
He failed to develop a buried type
so he's lobbying hard for the exposed one.
A lobbyist like Son could get Samsung to sell iPhones.
Please, cut the crap.
Come on, boss.
If Son plays dirty, shouldn't we fight back dirty?
It might be crap to you, but lobbying wins the race.
Not for us.
This company is my baby,
I refuse to win with crude lobbying.
MS. YOON
Well, I've told Han to keep an eye on Son's next moves.
I'll be joining him.
What's with you all?
Hello?
Yes, he's here.
I'll put him on.
Hey, I can't talk.
I'll be there.
Mr. Yoon Chang-wook?
Yes, over there, please.
Oh, my poor sister…
Chang-wook, my boy.
How could this happen?
Your mom…
is in a much better place, I can feel it.
She's probably up there, bingeing on basketball...
Sorry to bring this up,
but your mom owes me 2 grand--
Honey, none of that!
Let's pay our respects first.
Hye-jin, you're glowing. Get something done?
- A meridian massage. - Good for you.
Lord, let her go to all the NBA games she wants,
and enjoy her peace in heaven with basketball players.
- Amen. - Amen.
Chang-wook, how are your knees?
Fine, thank you.
Put this on.
Thank you.
Ho-sik needs a job, and family should stick together.
How about giving him a shot?
You punk, greet him properly.
Hello.
It's me, Ho-sik.
Do you even remember me?
He didn't graduate high school, but he got to junior year.
I've beat him good so he's sharp as a tack.
When you were in the States, your mom just adored him.
He'd get her those jerseys and basketball cards,
god knows where he'd get them.
He's very resourceful, trust me.
I can handle all your dirty work and get it done squeaky clean.
Okay, sure.
What a relief. Leave Chang-wook to it now.
- Yes, let's go eat. - Take care.
If you give Ho Sik a job, you don't have to pay the 2000 USD anymore.
- Please, have some food. - We will.
I'm starving.
How did you come? You didn't have to.
They say you should never miss a funeral, even if you aren't invited.
Of course I'd come. I have to.
I heard you got married.
Third time's a charm, huh?
Why didn't you call? I would've showed up.
So sweet of you, caring about my married life.
You should eat.
- You nicking that? - Definitely not.
And watch your words.
How could you steal Mom's condolence money?
You can't just jack it for yourself.
You're a literature teacher. What's with your language?
Go.
I will.
Did they each hand in an envelope?
Son gave a single envelope on everyone's behalf.
They're all mooching off one envelope?
And it was thin, 300 dollars max.
You'd think they were at an all-you-can-eat buffet.
Looks like she's good with spicy food.
For me it's mild.
Her mother's from Jeolla.
Naomi, could you give us a moment?
I'd like to talk with my childhood friend.
Why don't you go vape?
Okay.
What are their plans?
Who knows.
They don't have the finesse to win the contract
so they probably want to buy us out, aboveboard.
Actually, our boss came up with their exposed tech.
What?
Times were hard in San Fran, just after my father passed.
I wouldn't have made it if it weren't for you.
- So thank you. - Bullshit.
What's your MBTI?
- ISTJ. - I see.
Sensitive but lacking empathy, and oblivious to others' needs--
Still, more responsible than you.
Let me buy out your sense of responsibility.
How's 80 million?
Wow.
I'll pay you…
what's right for the tech.
What is this?
What fish is this?
Pollack?
Yes. I like it.
Come on.
Idiot.
All that aside, only 300 for condolence money?
You gave 300 too, you prick.
Because I paid for our flights.
And who paid rent in Silicon Valley?
Rent?
Your wallet's nice and fat now, all thanks to who?
And who paid for the R&D?
Don't you remember I paid for it?
Seriously? Still, 300 is a fucking joke.
Well, I'm not laughing.
I'm offering you 80 million, and you're bitching about that?
Do your chargers still overheat?
Fancy killing strays with magnetic fields?
And how will you find enough GAN semiconductors
for those Eco-shields of yours?
We made a deal with a supplier in Japan.
With what money? You can't afford that.
None of your business.
Oh my God.
Here's for that flight.
Stop being hard on yourself and take investors.
I'll compensate you for your work back in Silicon Valley.
A retirement plan.
You could focus on research.
Man, your breath stinks.
No thanks.
Alright then.
Good luck, friend.
Ms. Kim, can we talk?
Did we extend the loan?
I just called them up, but they're still deliberating.
If Son is playing dirty,
how do we fight back dirty?
Something wrong?
Let's do it.
Lobby.
These two have the last say in the bid for the e-parking lots.
Minister Cho Hyang-sook.
In office after losing the election. Quite the socialite.
An attention-whore and very ambitious,
but word is her brain is on the smaller side.
Oh, right.
For the future-smart, e-parking lots,
can we contract this out privately?
But we've already issued an invitation to bid.
Operations Director, Choi Woo-hyun.
He's a technocrat,
so he's perversely meticulous when it comes to EVs,
and as a bureaucrat, he's strict and proud.
So what? Just uninvite them.
- Director Kim. - Yes, ma'am?
Any legal issues with that?
But doesn't the minister have the final say?
I think her husband does.
Who's her husband?
Director Choi.
Minister.
It's not just a couple of parking lots that are at stake.
We could boost competitiveness in our EV charging industry--
Which is why we need a private contract.
To nurture a company on the same page as us,
so we can boost competitiveness!
Yes?
I want my name plastered all over it.
They're married?
Yes, but mid-divorce and living apart.
They stayed together for show during Cho's campaign.
If they divorce, wouldn't Cho have the final say?
Not really.
She doesn't care for logistics so she might just listen to Choi.
Her brain's small, after all.
But maybe that small brain makes her stubborn too.
In that case,
how about you meet the smaller brain first?
Must I show my face there?
You go and tell him the round must go smoothly, got it?
Golf?
Cho does all her deals on a golf course.
- And Choi? - Him too.
I don't know golf, is there anything else?
Nothing.
We've been digging and found nothing but golf.
You play, right?
I don't…
Well, you have to.
I told you, I don't.
- You can't? - I can't.
I only took a couple of classes in college.
Which coffin are we choosing?
A nice one, the nicest one.
You play amateur baseball, you should be fine.
Not fine enough to play with others.
They say Paulownia wood is nice.
- Just pick one. - Which one?
You pick. Domestic is pricey. Vietnamese is cheap.
Domestic. Mom was a patriot.
- I don't have clubs. - I'll get you some.
Have a brand in mind?
Callaway? I've heard that before.
A Callaway coffin? Made in the USA?
You're distracting me, just wait.
Just buy me the latest ones.
And for golfwear?
- And her burial clothes? - Nike?
What the fuck? Nike?
Athletic, overseas Koreans have chosen Nike in the past.
Should I look into sportswear?
Your mother must be cold from lying in the mortuary.
Please give her a warm sendoff.
She was…
a huge LeBron fan.
She always asked us to bury her with his uniform.
Mother…
May you watch the NBA to your heart's content in heaven.
Mom!
How's prep for the VIP round?
Per the manual, we've set entry and exit routes
and blocked out bookings.
- And for food? - Jiri caviar,
and Cristal Champagne.
Who'd be good as a caddie?
Jung-sook or Eun-jung.
Who's better?
Eun-jung's more experienced,
but rumor says she nicks customers' stakes.
- Some say she has a rap sheet. - And we haven't fired her?
There's no evidence, it could just be rumors.
She's bright and quick so the club members seek her out.
And Jung-sook?
A raging alcoholic.
Let's go with her.
Okay.
Chief,
by any chance…
Would you know some people
who get the unlawful done in a strictly lawful manner?
In what sector?
To unbuckle the belt,
I want some evidence like a recording,
as insurance.
A vlog of sorts?
I do know a priest who specializes in that area.
- A priest? - Last year he was a monk.
That's fucking hilarious.
Priest or monk, I just want a play by play.
I want to hear Cho drooling.
Whoa, it's a Ferrari.
- It's a woman. - I can see that.
I've seen her somewhere…
Wait, that's Minister Cho!
- Film her. - I am.
- With Minister Cho? - Yes.
Son bought luxury women's golf clubs and visited her in Cheongdam.
Dirty prick.
I guess that leaves Director Choi, do we have a point of contact?
Mr. Park at Munchang Daily is from the same hometown and college.
Maybe we should meet him first?
- How complicated. - You think lobbying is easy?
Just try to get on his good side.
Hello.
Ms. Kim briefed me on the generals.
Hold up.
The guy in the back wasn't on the list.
He's our new intern.
What we're asking
is nothing illegal.
This is a small token of our gratitude.
I guess you're quite the hasty type.
It's a Pepsi Red, we heard that you collect.
A minute in and you hand me a Pepsi?
Now,
why does this feel like a Faustian bargain?
Nothing of the sort.
Mr. Park, how would you advise we approach Director Choi?
I've worked under him for years,
know him like the back of my hand.
He's frigid, doesn't take to medication,
never even gets diarrhea.
If he never gets diarrhea,
what would you prescribe?
50k if I set up a round of golf and business goes well. Deal?
20k if you get the round set up, 10k once it's over.
And we clear the balance once the deal is sealed.
Well, okay.
I'll scan his head and get back in touch.
First, I'll need to get you and Choi in the same room.
Hang on,
for the round, who's filling the last spot?
Someone Director Choi will be dying to meet.
Jin Se-bin?
Hit, turn, swing, and smack!
Hello, you're watching "Scratch and Swing!
Today, I'm joined by none other than Jin Se-bin,
who's here to answer questions
and address any of your golfing concerns.
Ms. Jin, will you scratch the itch for us?
Sure.
I'll scratch the most troublesome, itchy part for you all.
- Great. Shall we start? - Sure.
Our first question is from a longtime fan.
He's been playing for 10 years but struggles with tee shots.
- He asks what he should do. - Huh?
What are your thoughts, Ms. Jin?
Please, scratch his itch!
Before I scratch your itch,
let's think about the best stance, distance from the ball,
width of backswing, and wrist rotation.
She's demonstrating the bad moves herself
to explain how to do it right.
Now, show us the solution.
Swing smoothly, just like you usually do.
Se-bin.
- Go back in. - I said, no tee shots.
Of course I told them, but it's broadcasting live.
- I couldn't help it. - That's why I told you
that I'm not in shape to be on a show.
Many people put in much effort to give you this chance.
Get back in there and show them what you have.
I can't do this.
I'll just prepare for next year's season.
This show will prove you're still in the game.
And Se-bin,
you can't let your sick mom keep working so hard.
Dad, you can't blame me for that.
I ranked top ten for four years, but who spent all my money?
Your chicken franchise ruined us all!
You can't decide what I do.
I want to quit.
How should I start the conversation?
Ice breaking.
Yeah, open with a breezy joke,
and don't jump straight into the contract.
You're offering her a ten-year sponsorship, be bold.
My thoughts exactly.
Your backbone is way too limp.
Okay, so I don't start with the contract.
Ho-sik, head home. Wish me luck.
- One, two, three… - One, two, three…
Four, five, six, seven…
Do you have something to say?
Let me buy you!
I don't mean buy like that, I mean a player sponsorship.
I called yesterday, I'm Chang-wook from Yoon Interactive.
Oh, right…
I already told you I don't attend golf meets.
Sorry.
But Ms. Jin, I have a new offer.
I heard your contract with ES Construction ended recently.
I was hoping we could start a new partnership…
If you would please just…
take a look at the contract--
- A sponsorship? - Yes.
Have you spoken to my father?
No, do I need to?
There's not much I can decide for myself.
Ms. Jin…
SHE THINKS HER FACE CARD IS STRONG. Ms. Jin has had to excuse herself momentarily,
PRO, MY ASS. Tee shots can be tricky, even for pro golfers.
PRO, MY ASS. ACT LIKE A PRO, SNOWFLAKE. Everyone can make a mistake.
Hope she hits the right spot when we're back
after the commercials.
Ms. Jin.
This is Hyatt Hotel's signature cake,
- The mango mousse… - Mango Choco Coco Mousse.
The Mango Choco Coco Mousse. They only sell a slice per person.
I camped out and got first dibs.
That's not important.
If you check the contract, you'll see it's all in your favor.
You're nearing your 30s, so--
Why say that?
Please just read the contract. We'll wait for your call.
Okay, thank you.
The cake…
Fuck!
Hello, Director.
Who…
I'm Yoon of Yoon Interactive.
- Oh, the buried guys? - Yes.
Park put a word in so I'll accept your greeting,
but I'm not the type to get chummy with businessmen.
I've heard about your love for golf.
If I may, I'd like to invite you to a round.
Park has explained things,
and I understand your situation.
Your technology does seem innovative--
Fuck!
But I must decline lobby golfing.
If it makes you uncomfortable, we can split the check.
Please just hear me out about our buried tech.
Wow.
You have quite the backbone to make such a request so publicly.
I've heard bidding will be void,
and you'll sign a private contract with the Son Brothers.
You'd best watch your words.
Yes.
Nothing's set in stone.
Even if it were, it's illegal for me to discuss it.
Then…
could we befriend one another within the bounds of the law?
Why would I befriend you?
You make friends with people who have shared passions.
Leave, before I call the cops.
Director Choi, we…
We do have a shared passion.
I heard you're a fan of Jin Se-bin.
I'm also a diehard fan.
She'll be joining us for this round.
Please just think of it as a casual round with Ms. Jin.
Ms. Jin?
You playing with me?
Why would she attend such a round?
She's not the type!
You liar.
I'm not lying.
She signed a sponsorship contract with us.
See, here?
RECENT CALLS JIN SE-BIN
A couple of phone calls?
A no is a no,
even if there were two Ms. Jins!
Mr. Yoon, what's your average score?
I score between early to mid 90s, sometimes even 100.
See the second flag over there?
Whoever gets their ball closer to the flag wins.
You first.
Sure.
Oh boy, you're all muscle!
I guess you hit it in the general direction.
Move.
Ah, shit!
Today is not my day.
Hold up,
what does this mean?
I'm sorry, but I think I won.
Damn…
Golf is simple, you just need to swing.
Let's go, boss.
MS. JIN, LOOKING FORWARD TO YOUR REPLY.
Imagine you're holding a sparrow, not too tight or you'll kill it.
You killed the sparrow.
MS. JIN, LOOKING FORWARD TO YOUR REPLY.
Have you checked the contract?
I won't ask again,
so please just go over it, and let me know your decision.
Whatever it is you decide.
Arms, straight. Swing!
Muscle.
Don't bend your knees.
- Hello… - Oh, hi.
If it's not a betting game,
players will grant a gimme and finish up the hole.
They're admitting that the ball is close enough to make it in.
Two meters or so, just grant a gimme.
Okay.
It's all about being generous, so always concede to Director Choi.
Hello, Ms.JIN. Will wait for yoiur reply!
When the ball lands safely on the green, you say
- Nice on. - Nice on!
With more sincerity.
- Nice on. - Nice on!
Lovely.
This is called a mulligan, it's when you get another shot.
It's said the name mulligan is taken from an Irish pro-golfer--
Excuse me, sorry.
I'm sorry to cut you off.
Getting to the point,
the crux of golf lobbying is the "ball slip.
Ball slip?
Just hear me out.
If a ball is lost or goes out of bounds,
you bring it back to life with a ball slip.
Back to life? Does that mean it's foul play?
- We're lobbying here. - Let's hear him out, go on.
Here's how, you walk in the direction of the ball,
take out the extra ball in your pocket
and let it slip to the ground
as if it were there all along.
Ms.JIN, tomorrow is the day ...will you please come?
Mention that during your start-up days in Silicon Valley,
golf was your only happy place.
And throw in…
a grandma next door.
Let's say you picked up golf with her clubs.
It kind of adds a humble touch.
Why should I mention it?
You need your own golf history. Like every man has his military tale.
Ho-sik, tomorrow,
just stay at the office.
Will you be okay without me?
You think I won't?
Just do as I say.
Did Ms. Kim confirm this?
Hey, I don't need her permission.
I'LL SEE YOU TOMORROW AT AUGUST CC.
It's Ms. Jin, she said yes!
It's happening!
Mulligan is a second chance,
and O.B. stands for out of bounds.
Always give him short putts.
The crux of golf lobbying is the ball slip.
Bringing the ball back to life.
It's raining, what should we do?
It won't affect the game.
Just going to drizzle on and off all day.
Ho-sik isn't here, is he?
No, I told him not to come.
And we're all set?
I've arranged Fiji water, sweet iced herbal tea,
two kinds of rice cakes, and some boozy slush.
Plus, some cold cuts fresh from the market.
Do we need all that?
Everyone snacks like this when golfing, apparently.
And the gift for Director Choi.
Heard his favorite number is 3.
Will these three be enough?
Offering just three is the way, kind of like good luck charms.
Let's go in.
I heard our Director is quite fond of you.
I know him too well, he even roped me into karaoke before.
You two must be tight then.
Here, take this…
And this is for a ball slip.
Ball slip is already included. How much did you put in?
Please, have a look.
Is it not enough?
Far from what's needed for a premium service.
How much are we talking?
One more envelope like this.
Let me check.
Not sure if I have enough cash.
- Will these cover it? - Kind of.
Here.
About Mr. Yoon, it's his debut on the green.
Think of him as your little brother and take good care of him, please.
I do care about looks, is he hot?
Yeah, not too shabby.
- Thank you for coming. - This is Mr. Park of Munchang Daily.
Hello, nice to meet you.
You look way more stunning on screen.
Thank you.
Do you know who's joining us today?
Actually…
You didn't know your biggest fan would be here?
You must be hungry.
Let's grab something when our guest arrives.
Take your time. I'll use the restroom first.
You better keep it tight today.
Can't I wear something else?
You're not the star today.
That's not the point, it's just really stuffy.
Stop fussing, and just wear it.
I don't want you to show too much skin.
Who are the other two? Do I need to butter them up too?
Just make sure that minister bitch keeps babbling constantly.
Personal stuff, work stuff, state affairs, anything.
How many bottle of this do we have?
Four more, five in total.
Hey, Jung-sook.
Yes, sir.
How much do you drink?
About five soju bottles in the past,
but I've been cutting back.
Stay on that track today,
and make sure the VIP drinks all those bottles.
Set the mood, okay?
Yes, understood.
Welcome, Director Choi. How was your ride here?
Not good at all.
I forgot to bring my clubs.
Can you believe it?
Took them out to clean my car, and just left them like that.
What should I do?
How about sharing Mr. Yoon's clubs?
As mine are tailored for me, they'll totally clash with your fit.
Why'd you bring your bag here?
Carrying it puts at me ease, like the Scottish tradition.
You're a weirdo, you know.
How about we share my clubs?
I use a Callaway driver, and it's pretty forgiving.
Give it a try, and if you like it, I can arrange one for you.
What on earth are you talking about?
Don't say stuff like that, even as a joke.
I'm sorry.
And which irons do you use?
Oh, Callaway as well.
Gee, I'm a Ping guy.
This isn't going to work, I should just back out today.
Please stay, you've made it all the way here.
Just join us for a round. His clubs will do just fine.
Gosh…
Sorry for the trouble, Mr. Yoon.
No worries.
So, is it just the three of us?
Jin Se-bin is joining us.
- The pro golfer? - Yes.
She just got here and went to take a dump.
Ms. Jin did?
Seems like it, let's get moving.
Alright.
Welcome, sir.
Can I borrow some clubs?
One moment.
All we have is this women's club set.
Hey, Hyang-sook!
- Welcome, Minister. - Glad to meet you.
You manage to squeeze golf into your packed schedule.
You really are the self-care master. Always learning from you.
It's nothing special.
You gotta stay active to live like a decent human being.
Burn some visceral fat, and reduce neutral fat.
I'm Son Gwang-woo.
I should've made your acquaintance sooner.
I heard you've developed some sizzling technology.
It's still cold.
It needs a breath of life from the Minister.
Like this?
Excuse me, Ms. Jin is here.
Nice to meet you, I'm Jin se-bin.
Ms. Jin, what a delight.
It's truly an honor to meet you in person.
Please take a seat, this way.
Ms. Jin, please.
We'll be playing a casual round, so nothing serious today.
What do you mean, a casual round?
We should learn eagerly from Ms. Jin as much as we can.
Let's sit down.
With Director Choi on your side, no harm will come your way.
Don't say it like that, you'll make her uncomfortable.
Right, Ms. Jin.
It may be nothing,
but I gave it a try and made this for you.
A salmon bagel sandwich.
Heard you're vegetarian, so I made this.
I even forgot to bring my clubs just to get this to you.
Here, have a taste.
I really appreciate it, but I'm strictly vegan.
Try just the bagel then.
No, absolutely not.
It could still have traces of salmon on it.
Then let me just rinse off the salmon from the bread.
She said no.
They have pollack soup and chicken soup today.
Wait,
what happened to your father's chicken franchise?
Your uniform used to have a logo on the right shoulder.
That was his company, right?
Yes, he scaled it down to one store now.
Must be tricky for him, having a vegan daughter.
His business turned me vegan.
That must've been tough.
I'll have pollack soup for breakfast, then.
I had a multigrain shake, so I'm fine.
I'll have chicken soup.
Let's be considerate of her and have pollack soup.
Okay, three pollack soups then.
So, who else is joining us today?
- Welcome, Mr. Ma. - Pleasure.
Everyone, Mr. Ma Tae-su is here.
- Nice to meet you. - Likewise.
Mr. Ma,
you're much taller in person.
Seemed about my height on screen.
And is your beard real?
Oh gosh.
Where'd you get your outfit?
- You're rocking this color. - Hold on.
It looks so great on you.
Still looking gorgeous, right?
Indeed.
Still gorgeous.
Da-mi.
Yes, Hyang-sook.
Why so awkward all of a sudden?
Am I?
How so?
Maybe because of this stupid outfit?
If I had known Mr. Ma was playing today,
I'd have brought a cap for him to sign.
I heard you just did a harmonica recital in Moscow.
Those are days gone by. I still have much to learn.
It's merely a tiger's rage kept--
inside the muted whispers of a stag.
Jung-sook.
Oh, my bad.
It's just…
It's Mr. Ma's famous line, and I kind of memorized it.
I saw that movie too.
You played a North Korean there.
Did you do the stunts yourself?
You seemed lethal.
A true martial artist never flaunts but always restrains the strength.
But I've never felt intimidated anywhere.
Today Mr. Ma has a Military Training Session.
He had to call the Department of Defense to cancel.
He tried his best to join us.
Mr. Ma, let me know if there is any military training later.
The Minister and I are close friends.
Minister, let me escort you to the cart.
So, Mr. Bae.
They say stem cell tech has worked wonders on your dad.
He became a gym rat, and basically lives in the gym.
He'd love to share a bottle of wine
and deeply discuss the musk deer issue with you.
I'll scrap the green belt soon,
so just lie down quietly by my side.
But after three years of lying still, I'm getting bedsores.
Look who's here, it's Eun-jung!
She's the real deal, the best one around here.
Hey, Eun-jung.
You know I can carry a tune as well.
Have I ever heard you sing?
I think the pink bag isn't ours.
That's mine for today.
Back in my Silicon Valley days,
I picked up golf using clubs the granny next door had thrown out.
They remind me of those days, so I chose them on purpose.
Mr. Yoon.
Too much enthusiasm can rub people the wrong way.
Well noted.
I mean,
Why do you think I like Ms. Jin?
Her games are never too much or too little.
She's extremely precise, and restrained too.
That's so kind of you.
It's time to play, we'll head out.
I told you, it's clearing up.
- Oh, it is. - Exactly.
You have great foresight.
- Father. - Hello.
Thank you.
What a fucking setup.
Father,
I hit the gym earlier and did 3 sets of squats as penance.
The photo I saw at your office says you're devoted to martial arts.
As a true martial artist, I try to avoid flaunting my strength.
But I read the news today about those government bastards.
I think they're planning to milk you dry.
What nonsense is that?
Please hold this.
Here's the article.
Take a look.
30-YEAR CONSERVATION PROJECT BEGINS, NO MORE GREEN BELT DEREGULATIONS
Fucking bitch lied again.
Don't take it too hard. I'll ensure it doesn't happen again.
Mr. Lee, get ready.
- Hold this. - Sure.
Allow me the duty of shepherding that hairless soul.
Certainly.
JOIN US ON THE JOURNEY OF FAITH
Oh, come on.
Sorry, got a deadline for an article today.
You can take the call.
I've switched it to silent mode, please continue.
Well, Ms. Jin.
Rumor has it that you've got driver yips, is that true?
I'm just readjusting my shots.
Just relax and use the driver today. It's just us here.
I'm good.
So lovely!
- Good shot. - Nice on.
Thank you.
You're great.
Will you be okay with that?
That might be too flexible for you.
It's fine.
It will take me back to my innocent days.
I mean, we can share clubs.
I'm alright.
Director, the hook wind is pretty strong now.
You should focus on the left.
What did you say?
Which to focus on?
You should aim right for a hook wind, since it's blowing to the left.
It's early in the game, and Mr. Yoon's already sabotaging me.
Director, try closing your right shoulder.
Oh, really?
With you in front of me, it just keeps opening up.
I'm way too nervous to do this.
Take it easy, you can start with a mulligan.
Ms. Jin,
I don't take mulligans.
They just take away the fun.
How about we play by competition rules?
Okay, Ms. Jin?
But sticking to those rules won't be simple.
- We must stick to the rules. - Then,
we're doing competition rules, fair and square.
Do we play any side games today?
Ms. Jin, what kind of game do you like?
Should we play truth or dare?
Truth or dare?
Quiet please. Director will swing now.
I'm sure it'll land on.
Stay in!
It will, for sure.
It's in bounds, right?
Well, there's--
Plenty of room, so it must be in, right?
Eun-jung, I swear the ball's in play.
It's bound to be in with all that space, Ms. Jin?
He hit the ball thin, and the clubhead was slow.
No, I know it's in.
He's obviously out.
Hurry up, you're not gardening.
This isn't going in.
I'll go ahead.
Good shot.
No, hold up.
If I don't pick my clubs, it gives me a panic attack.
So no need to get mine, just stay put.
What an idiot.
In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit,
on standby at the first hole.
Position secured, all clear.
Arigato.
Getting a little hungry.
Do you carry instant noodles?
Send us the instant noodle lineup.
Let's all use the ladies' tee to sweeten things up.
But boys can't use drivers, only irons allowed.
Hand me my 2 iron.
Mr. Ma, okay with the ladies' tee?
No reason for complaint, life can't always be good.
We abide at the ladies' tee already.
Tae-su, enough with the nonsense. How about a drinking game?
Does this club have any rules?
Here's what my boss decided.
Two shots for O.B. and one each for any hazards and 3-putt.
You can ask for help but must chug when rejected.
Let's go with those.
Hey, bring me champagne.
Sure.
Got salami and cheese?
Of course, care for some Taiwanese jerky?
Champagne first.
What's your lifetime best score, Tae-su?
Since that day, nothing in my life has come close to it.
Are all your responses scripted?
What, rehearsing for a period piece?
It's just a sorrowful tale of heartbroken turtles.
- Scratch my back, Tae-su. - Later.
Then I'll go first with all my heart.
Good shot!
It should be somewhere over there.
Sure, I'll go look for it.
Nice on.
It's out, absolutely gone.
But for our precious VIP,
how about some magic tricks?
The ball slip?
Right.
Please go ahead.
As if it was here all along.
Director, I found it! The ball's here.
You found it?
A Titleist number 3, right?
Yes, I told you it'll be there.
They always come back down around here.
You're right.
Let's see, how far could this be?
Let me check it for you.
Looks like 117, it's 117.
I don't think so, hand it over.
Come on, it's 107 meters.
Where were you aiming at?
Sorry, I meant yards.
Koreans must stick to meters.
Of course.
Are you just going to stand there?
I mean, move aside.
Sorry.
No, back out all the way.
Come over here.
Are you signing with Mr. Yoon for a sponsorship?
Yes.
Mr. Yoon is pretty smart.
He's got this innovative, groundbreaking technology,
but he needs time to bloom.
What you need is someone who can back you up straight away.
Consider your moves today. It could make or break you.
Nice on.
- Good shot. - A genius!
Your turn, Mr. Yoon.
Oh, right.
Hey, go further down.
Why don't you know where your ball is?
My goodness.
Nice on. Lucky!
How on earth did he get it on like that?
Director, it's a birdie chance!
It's an upward slope,
so aim here and hit firmly.
Alright.
Nice.
Thank you.
Thanks.
You're in my line of sight.
Sorry.
Don't stand around there.
So luck's on your side, but couldn't you let that go?
Opps.
- It's a gimme. - Given, a bit far but still.
Let me pick up the ball.
Stop, I gotta keep sinking it to get better.
- Get over here. - Will do.
You pulled the shot a bit.
You weren't really pulling it, but a subtle slope was hidden there.
No, I did pull the ball.
Ms. Jin.
At the 13th hole on the first round of last year's Lotte Open,
you also pulled that short four-meter putt.
How did you know that?
I've watched every game you played.
But that wasn't a pull.
Eun-jung, go read his lie.
Director, mind if I assist you?
Now you're offering help? Just move aside.
- Get over here. - Alrighty.
Shit.
- A gimme, no doubt. - Okay, given.
How come it took you four putts?
Could be a good sign for a new girlfriend?
Your putter face was open this time.
Eun-jung, how about some iced tea?
Sure.
- I'll just have some booze. - Alright.
Doubling the bet this time, right?
Yes.
Where am I supposed to aim?
Stop thinking too much and just hit it.
I'll drink for you, don't worry.
Hey, rules are rules.
Stop killing my vibe, I want to drink too.
Stop drinking the champagne. It's our penalty drink.
Who drinks this as a penalty drink?
Don't hesitate to have some, Mr. Son.
Alright.
Sip on the good stuff now, and you'll run out of options.
Show us who you are, Minister Cho!
Quiet!
You got this!
- Gotcha. - Fuck!
You crazy bitch!
Jung-sook, think it's on the hill?
Looks like it rolled down.
It does, but I'll go check to make sure.
Jeez, I'm pissed.
Lemme just drink now. Have some too, Jung-sook.
Hurry and swing, Da-mi.
Tae-su, scratch my back please.
If I made it on the green, you have to drink two glasses.
And you too, Jung-sook.
Yes, I'll start now.
Stop.
I'm always at your service, Minister.
Here I go.
Tae-su!
- You okay? - It's hard to breathe.
Mr. Son, call for medical help.
Tae-su, are you really okay?
Shouldn't you go see the doctor? You need an MRI.
No really, I'm fine.
It was bad when you hurt your ribs 3 years ago.
We shouldn't overlook this.
I said I'm fine.
Have yourself a mulligan.
Wait, you two know each other?
Dunno.
It's all in the past.
I don't remember.
But you remember he broke his ribs 3 years ago?
It was all over the news!
Hold on.
I get that you're hurt, but we can proceed, right?
Yes, I'm fine.
No need to call for help.
This is Jung-sook, we'll keep playing.
Make it quick.
That bastard?
Call Chang-wook's bank manager,
and tell him this.
If they turn on us, we'll withdraw all our funds.
We're here.
Game time.
Ms. Jin.
Want to learn tango?
- Give me the 6 iron. - Excuse me?
He's been dancing tango for five years.
He's a qualified instructor.
No need to mention that.
I just want to teach you how to tango, if you're free.
For free.
That's great, I'd like to learn too.
You two can do it then, I can't really dance.
Ms. Jin.
Tango helps with golf too.
I've never heard that.
When you tango, your torso and legs move separately.
It's the same with golf, when you're swinging,
you have to move them separately.
It's not hard, watch me.
First, you take a breath,
and just move to the beat.
Like how the ball rides on the wind.
Like this.
And this.
Something like this. Got it?
Even if your feet get tangled or you miss a beat,
or if you're not flexible, it doesn't matter.
That's how life is, and that's what tango is.
- You're adorable, Director. - Am I?
Director.
Then I'll check Ms. Jin's schedule, and let you know.
Who are you to do that? You're not her manager.
Right.
She makes the decision herself.
Well noted.
I hope you make a smart decision.
Might help with your driver yips.
I'll think about it.
Director Choi will swing now.
- Lovely shot. - Nice on.
It's not on.
Why do you keep saying "nice on"?
Jeez.
Confusing, huh?
Just say, "Nice shot."
There's a strong headwind. Use a longer club.
It'd be nice if you loosen up.
7 iron, please.
Second round of the Hoban Classic, last hole, second shot.
There was a headwind, and you used the 7 iron then too.
You could've made the cut by just making it on the green.
I just hit it toward the pin.
I'm actually kind of aggressive.
That cost you a triple bogey on the 3rd round of the Shinhan Open.
You weren't even on TV after that.
I was so upset. I drank so much that day!
He did.
Thank you for the advice.
But you can't always play safe.
I'll swing now.
You have a great memory. How do you remember all that?
He's a Mensa member.
He repeats Ms. Jin's videos all day on his phone.
His computer's packed with her videos.
Stop that.
You must be an INTJ
like Elon Musk, Mark Zuckerberg--
I'll go now.
Hold it.
Ms. Jin.
Let's make a bet.
If you can't get it on the green, you have to learn tango from me.
Once a week. No, twice every 10 days.
That's too easy for a pro golfer.
Don't you see the wind?
We're betting on tango.
I'll swing.
Nice on.
She's not helping.
Director, wait for me!
Are you okay? Tell me if you need anything.
No, it's fine. I'm learning a lot.
Great.
It's okay, I'm doing fine.
You've changed, playing golf to butter up someone.
Why are you here?
To play golf.
How's your business?
This is just my debut on the golf course.
You don't have time for this.
You must be up at night worrying over that $5 million debt.
How do you know that?
Our company has an account there too, so I heard.
Don't get all suspicious now.
You're overthinking it.
Did you do something with my loan?
Chang-wook, let's do this the easy way.
I'm not your kind.
You walked into a pigsty and still want clean hands?
Here's some advice.
When you're lobbying,
never hesitate.
Did you get the call?
What happened to our loan?
I just got the call, and they won't extend it.
What now? We need 5 million by month's end.
I'm sorry, boss.
Director Choi's all we've got now.
- Nice birdie! - Great!
I've got this hole!
You should really try out for pro golf.
It's all luck, so stop that nonsense.
He's so giving.
- For the birdie. - Wow, 5 bucks!
Thank you.
That's a lot.
Great, Director.
Thanks.
You're just like Tiger Woods.
Oh, stop that.
Now's the time.
Let's see.
Director, the next hole is close. Why don't we walk?
Sure, let's do that.
About Ms. Jin,
our company is set on making her a golf legend.
Help us please.
I can't do much.
Maybe become her mentor?
That's plenty.
I've heard you made many good calls running national projects.
Mr. Yoon.
I'm well aware your buried tech is way more innovative.
But you know,
it's the same as golf.
A good tee shot doesn't guarantee you a good score.
That's how golf is, and that's what life is.
Yes, you're right.
But my concern is,
that our innovative tech
might not even get a shot in the field.
I don't expect you to favor us.
Just get us on the cart.
I'd rather you ask bluntly.
When you do that,
I can just take your side, it's so simple.
But to be fair…
You need rules,
you need a judge…
But then people still find something unfair.
It's not as easy as you think.
That's why life is always unfair to someone.
Minister,
Did you learn English at some outdoor market?
At the market, and on the streets…
Why, is it weird?
No, I understand it fine,
it just sounds kind of crude.
That's what our exposed tech is.
Sure, I like your tech because it's sexy like that.
But that buried tech is so advanced.
We'll have our hands on that tech in a month.
That solves the problem then.
But my staff are making such a fuss.
Have you been to Pebble Beach?
No, but I've heard much about it.
Heard the highs and lows are extreme.
Makes it perfect for golf.
You start with a jacket on, finish in short sleeves,
dry and cooled off.
Great weather to chill.
Pebble Beach, Spanish Bay, Spyglass Hill…
Only three courses to play. The rest is trash.
Take me, then.
I've been looking into a house there.
It's got an underground bunker.
Lucky you can afford a house there.
It's not my money, it's the company's.
If you want to, you chill out in that bunker.
I'll offer you a remote job as our advisor.
- Really? - Yes.
I'm drooling now.
Should I get Tae-su to lick that for you?
I should keep drooling then.
Wow.
Father, I think we've got it.
Hold it. Mass isn't over yet.
We're going until the last hymn.
About the donation for musk deer protection.
I've prepared a small amount in a bag.
In dollars, to make it safe.
Dollars need to be untraceable.
Better be laundered squeaky clean.
Let's make pleasant things happen together.
Nice!
Bravi!
Let's wrap it up.
With this portfolio, I'm sure you can bag plenty of deals.
Back up the files and bring Mal-bong back.
Tell him to wash up.
Yes, Father.
Am I hurting because of the ball, or was I always hurting?
Tae-su, can I join you?
Fuck, what's wrong with this?
Drinking on the job, huh?
Fuck.
Move your fucking head!
Are you two kissing?
Why?
Why do you want to know?
We have a purpose here.
I'm sort of heartbroken.
Let's talk for a sec, Tae-su.
Do it here.
I'm sure you know why you're here today.
She looks like she's going to die of loneliness.
Give us some space.
I'm the one dying of loneliness!
In that moment,
had I held onto you,
could joy have found us?
In that final dance,
had I wrapped you close,
where would we be now?
Gwang-woo, I need a putter. And champagne too!
Yes, Minister. I'll be right there.
- Here you go. - Hurry!
Mr. Ma, you're a celebrity. Act like one.
You look like a moron now.
What, you bastard?
Don't bother.
Just look at me.
Dammit!
This sand sucks.
Shit, it's a double par.
Really?
- I'll do it, sir. - No, I will.
- It's okay, I'll clean-- - I said I will!
The player should do it.
Eun-jung.
Who's the caddie here? Me?
You're no help today!
- Director! - Are you okay?
- So slippery. - Jeez.
Hands off me.
Eun-jung, dust him off.
- Eun-jung. - Yes?
Are your looks all you got?
The sand is soaking wet.
And it's salty!
What kind of a private golf club has sand this crappy?
Is it from a salt farm?
Fuck!
Where'd it go?
Mr. Park.
How about playing that truth or dare game now?
Right, that'd be great.
But how do we incorporate that into golf?
He'll do his magic, he even added tango to golf.
If only Ms. Jin would agree to learn tango.
She won't, right?
Sorry, I can't find your cap.
Why bother?
Eun-jung,
sharpen up.
Alrighty.
Here, I kept the one you threw away last time.
Why do that? I have the same one at home.
That's my job.
Sir, why don't we play truth or dare?
Truth or dare?
The game you told us earlier. What are the rules?
It is what it is, you know.
We tell truths.
Let's see.
See that flag over there?
Whoever gets the ball closest to that flag
can ask a question.
Then you must answer honestly, hand on your heart.
- Just like tango. - Exactly.
What happens if we don't tell the truth?
The deepest and the most fervent wish you have in your minds
will be doomed.
Say you weren't being honest.
Then everything you wished for will come to nothing.
Oh, I've got the chills.
Who's gonna go first?
Give us the drawing lots.
Yes, sir.
Ms. Jin,
you should play, too.
You mean truth or dare?
I'll pass.
Please, just this once.
Ms. Jin, it's just for fun.
Join us for three rounds.
You'll win anyway, no?
Ms. Jin, honesty is the way of life.
Alright.
I'll pick this.
Too bad, Ms. Jin.
Didn't quite make it there.
Using your driver could've got you closer.
Why am I pulling every shot today?
Don't you try to win, and pull to your left.
Okay.
I've never seen a shot like this one in my life.
Are you drunk or what? You're the one lobbying.
It was the ball, not me.
Get a grip!
Fore!
Please, take a mulligan.
No, not with truth or dare.
It was just a practice round.
I said, no!
That's not how you play this game.
Hop in.
Ms. Jin, please.
Mr. Yoon, fire away.
Okay.
Then I'll ask Mr. Park first.
Who's your ideal type?
Kazuha from Le Sserafim.
Okay, next.
And you, Ms. Jin?
I like younger guys. They're never clingy.
Aren't they clingier?
You bet, they always ask for clothes and whatnot.
They can be all over you.
Mr. Yoon, you gotta come up with better questions.
Ones with more quality or depth.
Okay, I'm sorry.
Here's one for you, Director.
Who's your favorite philosopher?
Descartes.
"I think, therefore I am.
Thinking itself brings existence.
Long story short, his idea connects with tango.
And most importantly, his thinking is never clingy.
So true.
We'll take turns starting from Mr. Park.
Whoever's closest to that tree wins.
Mr. Park.
Let's go.
Okay.
Okay, here I go.
Oops, a sky shot.
Swung over the top.
I'll learn tango starting tomorrow.
Next, Mr. Yoon.
Mr. Yoon, you really are something.
You're doing this on purpose, right?
- It's so up close. - I'm sorry.
I'll go check.
What do you want to ask so bad?
Director will swing now.
Wow, beautiful! You're on fire.
I think you've got this one.
Nice!
Must be pretty close, right?
Ms. Jin.
Gosh, you hit the tree.
It was a nice shot.
But these things happen when you're too good.
It was a really good shot.
What a shame!
I think I beat Ms. Jin,
so it's between you and me.
Run.
I said, run.
Excuse me.
Why is he running?
He's in a good mood, I guess.
I never knew truth or dare could be this thrilling.
Am I wrong, Ms. Jin?
Mr. Yoon!
So who's the winner?
Jeez, I gotta pee.
Mr. Yoon, how did it go? I'm dying to know.
Director won!
Yes!
I won?
Yes, you did.
Today's my lucky day.
I'll treat you to a great dinner today.
Buy us an omakase sushi.
Ms. Jin should choose the menu.
- She's a vegan. - Oh, right.
I'll find vegan sushi.
How far were they apart?
So close, just a meter apart.
- Really? - Yes.
- Wow. - Great.
The scene is well preserved. Director won, obviously.
Ask us questions.
Shall I?
Let's see…
Let me ask some truthful questions.
First, Mr. Park.
When was your first kiss?
That's a silly question. What are we, kids?
9th grade!
You were a naughty boy, I see.
Next, Mr. Yoon.
Mr. Yoon.
When was your last kiss?
Last year's Thanksgiving, I think.
I'll make sure to win next time and ask about the details.
Next one's for you, Ms. Jin.
I've got quite a simple question for you.
Ms. Jin.
Do you see me…
as a man?
You are a man.
That's not what I mean.
You must've looked manly when you were young--
Of course I look manly, I'm not a woman, you know.
That's not my point. Am I
Am I…
charming?
Of course you are.
Then
Can I assume you might be into me?
I thought only one question was allowed.
Mr. Park, what are the exact rules?
Don't ask me.
Oh, did I ask two questions?
Alright, rules are rules.
Okay, then let's get back to the game.
How far are we from the pin?
In meters…
we are 90 meters away.
Are we aiming for that flag this time?
Wait a minute…
It's less than 100 meters.
That's unfair, she'll definitely win.
Let's continue at the next hole.
Ms. Jin, let's do the last one at the next hole.
Yes, as you wish.
Put me up against her, then I'll…
Shit, where did they go?
The hell…
Huh?
What?
What the fuck!
Where did they go?
Aren't we playing?
They went to look for their ball.
Why are you so drunk?
I'm fine.
You're not!
Let's advance to the next hole. I'll drive.
How much did you pay Tae-su?
I thought I'd give him $3,000 but guess not.
If you'd given him five, he'd be better.
Fucking bastard!
- Brothers, unite. - Yes, sir.
Dad, when you were out lobby golfing,
did they ever want me to come, too?
Is everything okay?
Are you at that golf meet right now?
I knew it. Why didn't you tell me?
How could I?
You think I got you into golf
for you to go and lobby?
Who pees so often during the game?
Oh, stop it.
Jeez, they don't know when to stop.
Tell them you quit.
I'll help you out.
Is it my turn?
Yes.
They already took turns, leaving just the two of us.
Oh?
Would you be okay with the driver?
Yes, I'll tee off with my driver.
Sure, that way you can overcome your yips.
Director, let's make a bigger bet.
The winner gets a wish.
What kind of wish are we talking--
Hey, keep out of it.
Younger folks must have their own rules.
Ms. Jin, what are the rules?
It is what it is, you know.
The winner can ask anything.
You walked into a pigsty and still want clean hands?
If Son is playing dirty…
Director Choi's all we've got now.
We should also fight back dirty.
I refuse to win with crude lobbying.
Never hesitate.
I'm not your kind.
Don't touch anything!
Stay right there.
How did it go? Who won?
Did I get it closer?
Did I win?
Yes, Director. Congratulations.
You won.
Director Woods, you should really try out for pro golf.
- Mr. Yoon. - Director, anything for you.
Why aren't you wearing pants?
Put on your pants. Looks disgusting.
It's fine.
I'm just going through the downs of life.
Mr. Ma, let's call it a day today,
and before things get uglier, go home.
Hyang-sook,
that prick must've heard everything we said today.
I'm sure of it.
You didn't…
say anything inappropriate, right?
What do you mean?
There are cameras everywhere.
Do you know what it's like to be watched 24/7?
You don't know shit about fuck.
What?
I know all about fuck.
Tae-su, go home now!
Go home, you shit!
Ms. Jin.
I'll tell you my wish.
It's just…
On a personal level, if you could see me…
I mean, no one else but me.
Could you…
See me in a special way?
What I mean is that…
To be honest,
I have the authority to do things.
I can listen to your troubles.
And…
when you have problems, I can fix them, like your hero.
But I'm not suggesting this in a corny, dirty way.
It's all just part of the game.
Let's just…
give it a thought for a sec.
So let's say…
in simpler words…
Let's settle on this idea.
No, not settle down with me.
Like I said, I want us to have…
this…
special relationship--
Are you sick?
- Are you okay? - Move it!
Ms. Jin?
Eun-jung, bring some medicine!
Hurry and bring water, towels, and wipes!
Not you too, goddamnit!
- We don't have any meds. - Drink some water.
Move.
Ms. Jin.
- Drink up. - Fuck!
Stop it, old man!
I can't stand it anymore, just stop!
You're disgusting.
Why are you so clingy, you motherfucker?
Ms. Jin, I'm so sorry to put you through this.
He's such a big fan of you
I think he crossed the line.
No, I don't care about that. That's not the point.
I hate to ask,
but could you please bear with it a bit longer?
I totally get how you feel.
Just two more hours please.
Mr. Yoon, you moved my ball?
You said I could trust you.
And that this was all about fair chances.
I really wish I hadn't come.
I've made up my mind.
Forget our contract.
I'm done.
What you asked for.
Thank you.
So I guess it's really over now.
Director,
even with her yelling, I'm sure Ms. Jin's into you.
Stop it already.
With Dad's funeral and all, I forgot to tell you something.
You can just tell me later.
Finally, the funding is secured.
We haven't gotten the FCC, UL certifications yet.
We can sort that out afterwards.
We need the money now. Haven't we struggled enough?
That's fraud.
Don't like it? Walk away then.
Dude, how could you do this to me?
Fucking stupid!
Fucking moron.
See? He's here.
Had fun shagging my wife, you jerk?
What's wrong with you? Can't you be civil?
Are you kidding? After what he's done?
Why don't you hit me instead?
Stop the beat!
You money-flashing creep who stole my darling Da-mi,
come here, now!
You come over here, you son of a bitch!
Sipping the past, ah, that bittersweet taste...
Taste? What are you implying?
What'd you do with her in the woods?
- Did you… - Are you serious?
- Come behind me! - No, come here!
"Never felt intimidated, my ass.
You're scared now, dickhead.
No, get away.
Take this, dipshit.
- You okay? - Cho, you're next.
Fucking dirtbag.
Da-mi, I'll be your guardian angel.
So hot!
Will you stop it?
No, not there!
Stop this in front of me! Don't you know who I am?
You're looking at a minister.
Right.
Minister Cho!
I've recorded everything you guys fucking said today!
Give it up, you pathetic loser.
I know about the new conservation project!
That's another 30 years!
I said, scrap the green belt
but my superiors won't approve because of wildfires!
You lying--
Stop, don't forget we're your guests.
This isn't the way to solve a business problem, okay?
Fuck you! Shut up!
I heard it all!
Pebble Beach, dollars, clean money…
Minister!
Come on, Hyang-sook!
Tell me!
You wanna hold onto your seat?
Stay all cozy in Pebble Beach?
Then, you listen to me.
Okay, I heard you. Now I get what you mean.
I'm so disappointed in you.
Sorry, I should've listened to you more closely.
In the meeting next week,
I'll be sure to sort this out.
Screw you, woman.
Hello, police?
Please send help to August CC, 14th hole clubhouse!
Sweetheart.
Why can't you just love me?
What does he have that I don't?
Listen…
I can't bear another second with you.
It's over.
Bitch, but I really care about you!
How dare you blackmail us, you damn psycho.
Go ahead and leak the tape.
Move your foot.
It hurts.
Leak the recording,
and you really think I won't come after you?
I have zero respect for a sorry-ass wimp like you!
Tae-su,
- let's go. - Go where?
Mr. Son,
easy now, and take your foot off.
Jeez, I feel drowsy.
Finally I see this clearly from everyone's perspective.
Now that you've both landed a fair hit,
let's discuss what we each want.
I'll settle it here now.
Thank you, ma'am.
Huh?
What's this?
What are you doing here?
And you? What's on your clothes?
Wait a sec.
Mr. Son?
So, the company you wanted to boost and nurture was…
the exposed one?
Director, it was just a casual round,
and you'd be seriously overreacting to accuse us of--
Sure, sure.
So, you mean all of this is fine
- from a legal stand-- - Damn it!
You fuckhead.
- Clean it up! - Napkins!
Watch your mouth, will you?
Hands off! I can do it myself.
Sorry. Director Choi, it's to finally meet you.
- Who…? - Bae Min, the owner here.
Since both of you are here,
please permit the plan right now.
What…
What happened? Fell down somewhere?
Gosh…
Who's this now?
This is Mr. Yoon from Yoon Interactive,
the buried type…
Oh, the man behind the buried-type chargers?
Director, you were meeting with him today?
Who's guilty now?
Playing all clean and noble…
It's not what you think.
Give me a break.
Say something, Mr. Yoon, will you?
How pathetic.
What made you think you have the authority?
You got it wrong. I'm the one in charge.
Ma'am, what you said about Hwacheon Golf Course,
could you say it once more?
I, Cho Hyang-sook, approve the development plan.
Okay!
I'm content now, so I'll wrap it up here.
What a fucking joke.
I trust you'll take care of that recording then.
Sure, I wish you the best of luck.
- Sorry about earlier. - It's no problem.
Now I must go chase down my wife,
but if you swing by later, please give me a call.
- I've got you covered. - Much appreciated.
- No charge here. - Yes, sir.
You okay, buddy?
Even if you win the bid, your company can't pull it off.
How will you repay the $5 million loan?
He's reckless like this.
- Oh dear. - Listen,
I can clear that loan for you right now.
The bank manager is quite loyal to me.
If I heard it right,
you'll hand over your tech to Mr. Son--
Wait.
Mr. Yoon, what's all this?
Director, we're nearly done developing buried types too.
I'm only offering the buyout for old times' sake.
Stop with the lies.
You think I'm stupid?
You still lack their features,
like heat shields and object detection sensors!
He just said they're in the final stages, idiot.
You're so clueless, just zip it!
You're drunk.
Played truth or dare again?
What?
Sir, she's already made her decision.
Not before I give my approval--
Director, quit yapping already--
Minister, you wanna end up in jail?
Jail? That's a fucking laugh.
Forgot about the messes I had to clean up
when you fucked around with those pro chicks?
It was just golf meets, I said!
Ever heard of "Me Too?
Shut it!
Well, aren't you a romantic?
Mr. Yoon,
I'm giving you the contract.
My decision here is final.
I'm the one in charge, understand?
Don't listen to him.
It's a 4-billion-dollar project. You can't give this up!
How about a drink?
Yes.
I'll pass this up.
You told me earlier
life's always unfair to someone
so I should just seek favors.
Before, I thought I knew what you meant…
But thinking about it more,
I'm not so sure.
Count me out.
Sorry.
Oh, and this.
For ball slipping.
Looks like I totally went O.B. I'm sorry.
It's just one shot, no big deal.
Ms. Kim, what about the loan…
Now's not the time. Let's talk tomorrow.
Okay.
I said take a day off. Why are you all here?
This is one of Yongin's top restaurants.
We didn't come for you.
Bit pricey for just noodles though.
Throw in transportation, and it really hurts the wallet.
Yet you shop for clothes almost every day.
Actually, I got this for free.
People saw you shopping.
Must be someone else.
- Ignore them, order yours. - Okay.
Black bean noodles are a must, and fried meatballs too.
Don't forget fried chicken and shrimp toast.
Sure, but aren't you guys full?
We're only getting started.
Ho-sik.
Did Ms. Kim okay you being here?
Well, actually…
I came for spicy noodle soup, and ran into them by accident.
And by accident, I ended up sitting with them.
- By accident? - That's right.
Why the stutter then?
I'm not.
Also, doesn't everything happen by accident anyway?
You're right.
Let's fill up then,
and hurry back home.
Ms. Jin,
you know this Mango Choco Coco Mousse cake?
Once again, my cousin snagged this by being first in line.
Enjoy, it's a special one.
And I am so sorry about that day.
P.S.
Your tee shot was absolutely perfect.
Welcome back.
I thought I got better after seeing you last week,
but I've been getting jitters since yesterday.
Have you tried the pills I prescribed you?
No, I'm afraid I'll become too reliant on it.
How's your bowel health?
I wouldn't say it's great…
I've got diarrhea.
Had any raw food lately?
- Clams. - That must be it.
Enteritis and diarrhea can surely cause anxiety.
Hello.
Excuse us.
It's quite urgent.
No matter how urgent, you can't come in like this.
It won't happen again.
What is it?
Boss,
looks like it wasn't O.B. after all.
Look.
While investigating an assault at the golf course,
the police found evidence of bribery involving Minister Cho and Son,
the CEO of a company bidding on the e-parking lots project.
While playing,
I overheard Cho and others chatting in the clubhouse.
I felt we must root out this injustice and corruption.
Otherwise there's no future for our country.
I could never let it slide,
so I decided to report it myself.
With Minister Cho's resignation,
the government announced plans to ensure global competitiveness
by selecting the best wireless EV charging system
through a transparent and fair process.
Kim Ji-hoon, SNC News.
You nutjob.
Ho-sik, here you go.
Thanks.
- Well done. - Sure.
Is this the one?
Inverted Jenny, as I live and breathe.
How'd you get this?
We agreed not to ask questions.
Right.
Let's catch up when things settle down.
Okay, see you at the reunion?
Yeah, any dress code?
Fur coat.
- See you. - Bye.
Good shot!