Detective K: Secret of the Lost Island

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[a Generation Blue Films production]

[It is 1795, the nineteenth year

of King Jeonjo's reign]

[At this time, Joseon relies entirely

on imports from Japan for silver.]

[At one point, a large amount of

counterfeit silver enters circulation]

[creating a substantial threat

to the economy in Joseon.]

[King Jeonjo secretly commands

his closest ally to investigate.]

[That man is Joseon's first detective

who will search for the truth and justice.]

You filthy rat!

How dare you steal from the master

who has been taking care of you, huh?

- My lord...

- If you stole from me...

Did you think I wouldn't

be able to find you?

My... my lord...

What are you doing?

Hurry up and kill him.

If I pay you good money,

then I want my money's worth.

S-spare me.

If you spare me, I'll double whatever

the lord has promised you.

What are you doing?

Cut his throat, you barbarians!

This barbarians, you'll regret...

I told you.

Life or death depends on

the order payment is received.

Is this the formula

for making counterfeit silver?

So in your attempt

to steal this from your master...

you'll ultimately die in the end, too.

Have you seen the boss?

I heard he's asked for me.

The boss.

He's... over there.

I didn't find him there.

If not there... then perhaps

somewhere over here?

He's not here, is he?

No, he isn't.

If you've come to infiltrate

the enemy's camp

then shouldn't you at least know

what the boss looks like, huh?

Someone has surely put him up to this.

I'll beat a confession out of him.

That's enough, kid.

We'll know when we hang him

whether someone comes for him or not.

You all right, Seo Pil?

I know you're hurt,

but at least you're still alive.

Know that I just saved your life.

And who got me here

in the first place?

You told me to come for you

if you didn't return in a month's time.

That's right.

I underestimated my own sociability.

I never imagined that I'd pull off

my undercover assignment so perfectly.

You bastard!

Tell me! Why have you come?

I've come to contact

an undercover detect...

Goodness!

How could you tell the truth!

The words are just flowing

out of my mouth...

The boss has a secret vault

to store his important items.

It takes him roughly eight minutes

to walk there.

Four minutes each way.

His average stride length is two feet.

Multiply that by 300 strides...

and that's 600 feet.

That's where the clue

to the counterfeit silver lies.

A 20 feet high tree located

600 feet away is roughly one inch.

So, this is it.

The vault must be

around here somewhere...

Nothing here!

How pathetic.

No wonder why you got dumped.

Did you see?

If it weren't for me, it would've

remained a riddle forever.

You're still a pompous trout

even in a dung tub.

Can't see a thing because

it's pitch black in here.

My lord.

These are from Ming Dynasty.

I've never seen anything like them.

How can we take all these with us?

As I had expected, a formula for

manufacturing counterfeit silver

along with our silver

smelting secrets.

If we destroy this, it'll be the end

of the counterfeit silver production.

- What is that?

- It's a 'jipu.'

Jip...

A little invention of mine,

a portable fire.

The spark created by the flints

light the kerosene-soaked straw.

Or 'jip' as they call it.

Hence, 'jipu.'

What are you doing

to these fine paintings?

Better destroy them before

they're used for dishonorable means.

Let's go.

Oh no.

What do we do now?

We'll either burn

or get beaten to death!

Seal the entrance.

How are we going to escape

if we seal the entrance?

You jerks!

Backdraft. When a compartment fire

is suddenly exposed to air

a backdraft explosion occurs.

Get out of the way.

Get under the covers

and hold your breath.

Let's jump.

Are you insane to jump off of here?

We'll face certain death if we don't.

You go ahead, my lord.

I can't jump.

How can I hope to live

knowing that I had left you to die?

If you die here, then I shall make

this place my grave, too.

Let's jump together then, my lord.

Good thinking.

We jump on three.

- One, two, three!

- One, two, three!

I would happily give my life

to my lord...

That son of a b*tch!

What a relief that you're not dead.

Whatever happened to dying together?

Why didn't you jump?

People like me can

calculate 18,000 things

in a blink of an eye.

It occurred to me just as

I was about to jump.

That it could kill me

if things went horribly wrong.

You couldn't tell from a glance?

You had to calculate that?

Seeing as you didn't die,

I guess I was wrong.

Seriously.

I almost became a water ghost.

Right, what happened to the bandits?

You think His Majesty would leave

a treasured asset like me to die?

Don't let anyone get away.

You are free to kill them

if they resist.

In any case, since you solved a big case

the king will reward you

with a high position...

Hold it, when have I ever been

interested in those kinds of things?

[Detective K:
Secret of the Lost Island]

[Six months later]

Your Majesty!

What Your Majesty's ministers call

a time of peace is only for the rich.

If there is even one hungry subject

how can one call that

a time of peace?

Your Majesty!

Please be a wise king who

opens his ears to the hungry.

That's Japan in that direction.

And that's the direction of Qing.

How many kings do you serve?

Such a poor sense of direction.

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