Ms. Gong.
Have a seat.
He was a friend from the orphanage.
We were practically brothers.
Then we both got sick,
and when Moh Sung Kuk said he would give us settlement money,
I had to agree.
We have to get compensation.
Darn it...
Aren't you going to send Yang Hee to college?
You can't leave her to live like you and me.
We have to be the last ones to suffer.
That's why we need to keep fighting.
He had a daughter...
named Yang Hee.
She was such a good student even when her father was sick.
She got a job as a researcher at TL Chemical.
She was the pride of the family.
Yong Deok and I weren't thrilled,
but we couldn't be picky.
But not long after,
she died.
She committed suicide from depression.
Yong Deok couldn't hold out any longer.
He had severe paranoia and resentment towards TL.
"Revenge"? Wake up!
Why would they kill Yang Hee?
Are you going to waste your life resenting TL?
What did you get from fighting them six years ago...
when you had mercury poisoning?
Nothing!
You and I mean practically nothing to them.
Even if I'm nothing,
I'll have to get revenge before I die.
Just forget about it.
If you don't want to end up homeless and dead,
just forget about and get a job!
They'll have to suffer the same.
Yong Deok.
They'll have to suffer just like how Yang Hee died.
Just the same!
Yong Deok.
I'm going.
I shouldn't have left him.
I shouldn't have...
taken the money in the first place, either.
I shouldn't have...
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Ms. Gong.
No, we're sorry.
Ms. Gong, I'm sorry.
It's not your fault.
It's all my fault...
I'm sorry.
This sucks.
Why do the innocent have to apologize?
It's me.
Come over to Huam-dong.
This way, ma'am.
Dad.
What's going on?
I'm busy preparing for a conference.
Why don't you...
give up your studies?
What?
The time has come.
Dad, I'm not competent enough.
Take your time to learn.
From me, the other executives,
and even Moh Sung Kuk.
What about Tae Young?
It's you.
Hello?
Min.
Most importantly,
handle those under you with extra care.
Give them rewards from time to time...
and put your trust in them.
However,
never trust them.
Where do you think?
I'm in the pathology room.
I'll be there soon.
(Do Not Shake)
Darn.
What is that sound? Goodness.
Oh, my gosh! Min Ki, is something wrong?
Il Sun, what's your favorite type of food?
Why is that important? Is something wrong?
Tell me! What's your favorite type of food?
5, 4, 3, 2, 1!
Roast duck! Eel! Abalones!
Okay.
What just happened?
Darn, that jerk. I'm going to...
He needs to take his medicine.
I never imagined Mr. Ko would do that.
This is why you shouldn't judge a book by its cover.
He pretended to take care of cats with that kind face.
What does this have to do with cats?
But he did help us out a lot.
Yes, but still...
Wait. Why are you taking that down?
We've decided to stop investigating the mercury poisoning case for now.
What do you mean?
Chief, why so suddenly?
This is the least we can do for the last victim.
This was Mr. Ko's last favor he asked us.
(Roasted Duck)
(Roasted Duck Restaurant, Saori)
You punk.
Why do you keep wandering around near me?
Ma'am.
I have...
a long story too.
I'm a doctor.
I'm a doctor, but not just a regular one. I work at UDC,
and we do Epidemiological Surveys...
Epidemiology?
I know that field well.
You must've been conned by some fake doctor or something.
You know, those shamans that pretend to be doctors.
That's the worst case ever.
They make you give them all your money...
and before you even know it, you're paying them more.
You poor lad. You look perfectly fine,
but you're just a stupid homeless man.
- No, it's not that... - I get it.
We all have stories here to tell and our own issues.
But it's been a while since I've seen someone as pitiful as you.
Here. Drink this and forget everything.
This is what life is about, you know. Bottoms up!
You seem like a pretty bright kid.
Ma'am, thank you.
Here, have some eel.
Thanks.
Everyone, look at me.
This guy here...
is my brother from now on.
Get along well with him.
If any of you give him a hard time, I'll kill all of you.
- Welcome! - Welcome!
Welcome!
You'll adjust here in no time.
Is it because of all the dust?
- This is just... - Are you okay?
- I'm fine. I'll eat this. - No, let me take a look.
- What? Look at what? - Let me see.
Take a deep breath, and exhale slowly.
Oh. I don't hear any abnormal crackling or wheezing.
It's nothing to worry about.
Your throat may go temporarily dry due to the weather or environment.
So please,
drink a lot of water instead of alcohol.
My goodness, you're so smart.
Oh, gosh.
Cheers.
Your food is here.
- Did you order two soups? - Yes, over here.
- Oh, boy. - Why did you come so late?
That guy looks homeless too.
Eat up.
Thanks.
This is to thank you for your treatment.
- Here you go. - But...
It's okay. You don't have any money.
Just eat it already.
Do you think I'm some beggar?
Just eat when I buy you food. You got it?
Yes, ma'am. Thank you.
Good, eat up.
Hey, how will you make a living from now on?
I don't think you're prepared yet.
Well, I'm thinking of begging on the streets...
You talk as if it's so easy.
Do you think it's simple to take other people's money?
Listen carefully to what I tell you.
You need a certain concept.
Goodness, I should be paid for providing counseling like this.
I'll give you a special lesson.
When you first met me,
that was my identity.
I never beg in front of anyone, no matter what.
And homeless people shouldn't be dirty like before.
We need to look neat and normal...
but what's important is, we need to look like homeless people.
But if you look normal on the outside,
who would think that you're homeless?
The smell.
It's important to hang out together.
The smell of homelessness...
isn't something that's made easily.
My identity.
Your face looks pale, and you have jaundice in your eyes.
You need to take care of your liver.
Just pay me a dollar for your examination.
What?
I just examined you, so pay me a dollar.
Are you crazy or what?
Come on, pay me a dollar. Just one dollar.
Fine, then.
Here. Are you satisfied?
- Where is Min Ki? - I haven't seen him all day.
All right. Let's take a look at the path TL...
and Moh Sung Kuk have walked in.
Factories started to subcontract their work since the 1990s.
After the IMF Crisis and by the 2000s,
it was expanded throughout most of the manufacturing factories.
Moh Sung Kuk picked out the industrial accidents...
or cases that had a possibility of becoming industrial accidents...
and subcontracted the work.
The late Mr. Son Yeong Gyun.
He worked at a painting factory for 10 years.
He caught leukemia, and it was accepted as an industrial accident.
The next year, a subsidiary of TL Technical...
subcontracted Mr. Son's work to someplace else.
TL Steel. There was an argon gas explosion.
The laborer died on the spot.
After that, they subcontracted the repair and maintenance work.
Of course TL's industrial accident rate dropped rapidly.
To 30 percent.
They just switched categories and deceived everyone.
How could something like this happen?
What can we do? The current law allows them to do it.
Even if an industrial accident occurred in the same factory,
they were part of a different company on paper.
It worked out good for them in the end.
"Great job." The government even gave them an award.
They're like the Silent Cartel.
People are dying continuously, but the ones on top don't care.
Lastly, this is a case you all know about.
TL Metro.
After installing screen doors,
they subcontracted the management work.
As a result,
a young man we know died at the age of 20.
There's no solution.
The law allows the employer to avoid responsibility.
They take home huge profits,
and they should take the same amount of responsibility.
But they just take the profits and pass on the responsibility.
Moh Sung Kuk is deeply involved in all of this.
He made all the loopholes to avoid the law.
As a result, TL's profits are getting bigger and bigger.
(1999 Award for TL Group's Millennium Employees)
(Achievement Award)
(TL Display Supplier's Day)
Let's grab some food together.
- What's your name? - It's Moh Sung Kuk.
Thanks to you, we overcame our deficits for the third quarter.
Mr. Moh.
Thank you.
This is on me, so you can enjoy!
He was really good. We don't have to worry about him making a living.
I like your concept too.
- Let's drink! - Okay!
- Cheers! - Cheers!
By the way, isn't it about time we clean out Mr. Kim's spot?
I mean, it feels kind of creepy,
and we don't have enough space.
No one wants to sit in his spot either.
I understand his situation, but it's too uncomfortable...
- Shut your mouth! - Oh, gosh.
Everyone's always trying to get rid of us all the time.
We shouldn't be the same.
He's dead anyway, so just leave it.
We should remember him at least.
Did something happen?
Well, there was a guy named Mr. Kim.
He seemed sick all the time, like he had some disease.
I don't know what his issue was,
but muttered to himself all day long,
and said things we couldn't understand.
He must've been really ill.
I don't know.
I didn't see him around for quite a while,
and I heard he died.
There were some bad rumors,
and some people even said Mr. Kim was killed.
I felt so sorry for him, and as a way to pay our respects,
I told everyone not to clean out his spot.
Gosh, you did something very admirable.
It's here.
This is the spot Mr. Kim used.
(TL will kill me.)
"TL will kill me."
- The results are out. - Okay, let's start the meeting.
Where on earth is Min Ki?
Let me see.
Min Ki is here.
Why do you look like that?
What happened, Min Ki?
You little punk. Where in the world have you been?
Ms. Byun, report him as an absence without leave.
I already did.
My gosh. What is this smell? It smells like pickled fish.
- Il Sun. - What?
I found a critical piece of information at the homeless shelter.
My homeless friends told me.
What did they say?
That if Kim Yong Deok died, it's probably murder.
What do you mean?
"TL will kill me."
Kim Yong Deok was the president of TL Display's subcontractor.
His life was ruined due to an industrial accident,
and he was fighting TL until the end.
If TL really chased after him and kept records all that time,
Mister.
his death may really be a homicide.
(We thank Lee Jeong Eun for the special appearance.)
(Epilogue)
Back then, he really believed that it was another family.
It's her.
After graduating high school,
he was proud of his daughter for getting a job at Samsung.
I was so happy, and whenever I met my friends,
I told them my daughter got a job at Samsung...
and bragged to them numerous times.
However, his bragging turned to self-blame...
less than two years after his daughter entered Samsung.
At the age of 21,
Yu Mi was diagnosed with acute leukemia.
I threw up everything I ate and felt tired all the time.
(Video before Hwang Yu Mi's death)
And I also felt dizzy.
They said there was something wrong with my blood...
and told me to go to a bigger hospital.
I went to a bigger hospital...
and was diagnosed with leukemia.
The cause of her disease was unknown.
The only proof was the fact that her co-workers also died...
from the same disease.
She had to resign from work,
but before that,
the company asked her to tell them anything she wanted to say.
So she requested for workers' compensation insurance.
They said, "Are you really thinking of going against..."
"this huge company, Samsung, and trying to win?"
The company said she was their family member at first,
but a sick employee wasn't a family member anymore.
Another family.
When they received Yu Mi's letter of resignation,
they promised to compensate 50,000 dollars,
but they only brought five 100-dollar checks...
and said that was all the money Samsung had.
They told me to take it or leave it.
He had even given up his work as a taxi driver,
and he had no choice but to accept.
After taking that money with a devastated heart,
on the way home after his daughter's treatment,
he never imagined...
that it would be the last day he saw his daughter alive.
We were on the highway and I looked back,
and Yu Mi's eyes were red...
and she was gasping for breath.
So I stopped the car next to the highway...
and opened the rear door.
But she had already stopped breathing.
I started crying like crazy too.
21 months after starting work,
at the age of 21,
and after fighting her disease for 21 months, she left like that.
There was only one thing her father could do.
I promised Yu Mi that I would find the cause...
of her disease no matter what.
From that moment, he became David, fighting Goliath.
Politicians, the media,
and even the labor union had turned their backs to this case.
Samsung claimed we wouldn't be able to find anything.
That there would be no proof.
They claimed it was confidential information...
and said it would be difficult to obtain any information.
And we didn't know how a semiconductor factory...
could be hazardous at all.
Since no one would dare go up against Samsung,
they told me to go ask elsewhere,
and no one listened to me.
They told me to bring an official letter that she caught leukemia.
Then they would broadcast it.
However, he didn't give up until the end,
and people started joining him on his lonely struggle.
The safety management leader of the semiconductor company...
told me he'd pay one million dollars,
and asked me not to do anything.
Not to meet any reporters,
nor anyone from social organizations.
12 years passed like that.
Her father became a warrior on the streets,
and after a long fight in court...
and dispute regarding the epidemiological survey,
he finally won the battle.
Cleanroom garments were a symbol of that place.
How could an occupational disease occur...
at a place without even a speck of dust?
The fact that it was a disease that was found...
at Samsung, which was...
a conglomerate that had exclusive rights and power...
was one of the important reasons why it took so long...
to reveal the truth.
Just like a small ivy growing over a high wall,
a poor taxi driver from Sokcho...
went against the oppression and tyranny of a conglomerate...
and finally revealed the truth.
Because she was a poor and powerless laborer,
this case wasn't solved for over 10 years.
It breaks my heart.
We sincerely apologize.
Although he kept his promise to find the cause of her disease,
His daughter is no longer here to thank him and rejoice.
When I'm driving around in my taxi,
I often see Yu Mi's friends.
I think about how...
she would be married...
and take her kids around like them,
living a happy life if she were still alive.
Since he has many other...
daughters and sons to defend instead,
he promises himself that he would never stop...
and drives the taxi which has his daughter's last breath...
in order to fight for a world where all workers...
are treated like family.
(Doctor Detective)
Regarding their death.
We need to make them take responsibility.
It's good to hear that they're dead.
They got divorced three years ago?
That's when Kim Yang Hee's case happened.
What is it that you want to hear from me?
What happened three years ago.
They had an unknown respiratory disease since three years ago.
We can use the public to terrorize them if a virus goes around.
Is Sung Kuk in?
Sung Kuk!
We're practically family, aren't we?