I think this show was created to give a heart attack.
First things first, the murders are connected. That’s right, there’s a bigger plan in motion for Chan-ho and Hyun-soo, but if three people were already murdered, who and why? How did these two came across each other and what do they have in common for them to form an alliance in order to kill people? I think it has to do with the young girl Hyun-soo remembered in the last episode when he was walking at the park, listening to music. It can’t be a coincidence that the girl had what it look like the exact same music player and headphones.
I knew things wouldn’t be the same between them after Chan-ho set up on purpose for Hyun-soo to be caught. He totally did, right? It’s clear that Chan-ho has second thoughts about this plan they cooked up and his conscience it’s hunting him, which is why I give him credit for wanting to confess everything to Ji-wook or Bong-hee, but too bad Hyun-soo was listening to everything. Whose phone do you think is tapped? Chang-ho or Bong-hee’s?
I admire Ji-wook‘s smarts to connect dots and intuition about people because he knew exactly who to look for when it came to find out the truth about Hyun-soo. And it seems our resident murderer knows he’s being suspected once again because of the look he gave Ji-wook. With all the worry about Bong-hee, I’m starting to worry about Ji-wook’s safety instead. It looks like Hyun-soo has some sort of sick soft spot for Bong-hee, so she would be safe for now.
Speaking of soft spots, Bong-hee’s confession to her mother was heartbreaking because you can feel how truthful she is about Ji-wook. Even his eavesdropping Mother was moved to almost tears and I love even more that she listened to all of it because when both Moms find out their respective kids are together and in love, they are going to have a fit. I’m looking forward to the in law wars but even more to Ji-wook’s mother knowing how much her son is love, especially after everything they went through. The callback to Ji-wook’s childhood and insomnia makes me think it’s related to his father’s death and I have to wonder if it was an accident or something else that happened. His father was a prosecutor, maybe he crossed the wrong people or found out something someone didn’t want anyone to know. What do you guys think?
I also really liked seeing our leading man pinning and sending longing looks in the way of Bong-hee but I was even more happy to see him finally doing something about it. That’s the Ji-wook I know and love, the one who goes after what he cares relentlessly, whatever it’s s case or a person, and I’m really looking forward to see what Bong-hee and Ji-wook will be like after today’s kiss, which by the way was sweet and damn hot. *fans herself*
I wonder how things will be from here on now that Ji-wook and Bong-hee lay their hearts on the table. I really enjoy their easy banter and solid friendship, I hope any romantic interactions only enhance this tacit understanding they have of each other. I’m really, really, really looking forward to see what shenanigans they have in store for us.
As for the rest of the characters, the law firm members remains awesome: lawyer Byun is a great source of comedy, but I would like to see him being a badass in court one day. Also, (Ship Captain) Lawyer Bang making all the right comments, with the support of Eun-hyuk (Maritime pilot) steering the ship with a smart move in order to lead it to safe port.
Big applause for this team and their awesome shipping skills.
Suicide Squad-verse. One-shot. Finally some lighter, fluffier Jarley. Summary: Harley goes for an (involuntary) swim.
The dark water in the harbor
glimmered in blue, reflecting the night sky. The momentary peace was only
disturbed by the sound of gunshots peppering a building.
Harley sighed and crossed her
legs, sitting on a car as far away from the water she could come. “This is
boring,” she whined.
returning from Louisiana’s fun house known as Belle Reve, she was promptly paired up with Frost and had to sit
out some jobs. That drove her insane, figuratively speaking, and she had fussed
quite vehemently until she was allowed to go out again. Boss didn’t want to let
her out of his sight, and she had used that fact to her advantage. At least she
was physically closer to him now.
Frost checked his watch as he
kept his eyes on the building his boss and the crew had just entered. For once,
the whole ordeal was not supposed to draw attention. They were going to
infiltrate a warehouse to get hold of a large shipment of weapons. Harley and
Frost had been placed as ‘look-out’ and eventual back-up – something she had
been complaining about all evening.
A man in an expensive,
discrete black suit, flanking a well-dressed woman, approached the car Harley
had occupied. Frost realized that anyone parking an shiny car down in Gotham
City’s harbor at this time of night really was up to something. Frost went
closer, staying alert.
“Get off,” the man
told Harley sternly, waving a hand. Someone of his type should at least have
been aware of her identity.
Harley draped herself over the
white, shiny vehicle with a slow grin. “Nice car. Compensating for
Frost tried to keep a straight face. She never went anywhere if it wasn’t in
her boyfriend’s Lambo, after all.
She must be deadly
“Get the fuck off my
car,” Mr. Compensator threatened.
“Yeah?” She winked
at him, her pointy wristbands rubbing against the windshield. It created a
sharp, shrill sound. “Ya gonna come over here and tell me that again, big
The man took a step towards at
her, reaching inside of his suit, but she quickly turned him over and pressed
him into the hood of his car. The woman gave a small scream and Frost inwardly
sighed. So much for keeping a low profile. Boss was going to so be pissed if
she got the cops on their trail.
“What do you want?”
the man stuttered. Now he must have connected the dots. Smart guy.
Harley grinned. “Ya got a
pretty nice ride… not as good as my Puddin’s, though. Ya know who he is?”
“You-you’re with that
clown, right? You’re his, crazy bitch.”
Her smile fell. Sensing the
direction of her little game, Frost decided to step in. “Miss Quinn…”
“Mr. J is the king,
showing off what he’s got, and you’re just compensating.” Harley
slammed her nails down on his arm, making him gasp. “Can’t really
entertain your girl, huh? Too bad. I wanna ride.” She held out her hand,
With Frost approaching and
Harley glaring at him, the man seemed to realize his disadvantage. Swearing, he
reached down to his pocket and retrieved the keys, handing them over to her.
She giggled to herself, violently shoving Mr. Compensator off the hood. The
woman helped him up, and they started backing away.
Harley straightened up,
mischief sparkling in her eyes. “I’m going for a ride.”
“Boss said you were not
to leave without his permission.” The Joker was going to nail him to the
ground if he let her get away, but Harley always did what she wanted to anyway.
The rules regarding her had been harder ever since she got back, resulting in a
lot of collateral damage and dead goons.
They were interrupted by the
sound of gunfire. They looked in the direction of the warehouse only to see a
big group of men welling out on the street, followed by the Joker’s thugs.
Joker was among them, laughing merrily, as they scattered across the open area.
Seeing her chance for action,
Harley grabbed her bat and was in the mix a moment later. In contrast to the
rest of the Joker’s crew, she preferred face-to-face combat. While the men
depended on heavy firepower from a safe distance, she wanted to be right up in
the action. With her beloved toy and gymnastic skills she crushed skulls like
glass. She was always one step before, but had been ordered not to dance in the
crossfire this time.
She took on two men on her
own, closing in on them from behind and beating their weapons out of their
hands. The three of them ended up in something similar to a wrestling match and
constantly drew closer to the edge of the dock. She was impressively fierce for
her thin body, showing a determination close to the Boss’ when she beat
Frost kept himself out of
reach as he fired his semi-automatic gun and let the thugs do their thing. He
watched his boss having the time of his life gunning down every person in
sight. It was truly a relief to see Boss so relaxed again. The ground turned
red – it was only a matter of time before the cops would be alerted, but Boss
didn’t seem bothered in the least. He was in his true element.
Distracted by keeping on an
eye on the Boss and staying out of the gunfire, Frost only heard the loud
splash from somewhere behind him. He kept firing as he stepped closer to the platform
on the dock. He looked over the edge to see no other than Harley Quinn wildly
struggling to keep herself afloat in the water down below.
“Boss,” Frost called
as he shot at the few mobster thugs that she had been wrestling with, forcing
them back towards the street. The rest of Joker’s crew, lead by Panda Man, had
effectively taken out a whole group of them and stormed the warehouse to pick
up the goods.
The Joker turned around when
he heard him, before he saw his partner in the water. He growled in frustration
– he needed to take care of that little problem as soon as possible.
couldn’t have her screwing up his plans anymore with her habit of falling,
jumping or otherwise ending up in water. Wouldn’t do to have little Harley
drowning on him, after all he did to get her back, no.
He barked at the nearest thug:
“Get her!” and finished firing at the remaining opponents with his
customized, gold-plated Kalashnikov. They scattered like leaves all around him.
Oh, how he loved automatic weapons. Even better than knives – the way they just
cleared theway in record time, like mowing the lawn. But knives
were funnier, when he wanted to take his time and really savor it.
The henchman realized he had
no choice as the Joker turned his rifle on him, and immediately threw himself
into the dark water.
Joker couldn’t fully focus on
the joys of murdering as he knew Harley was out of his reach, again, reminding
him of something. An obsessive part of him felt forced to supervise; he
couldn’t trust his idiot henchmen save for good ol’ Jonny Frost.
He stepped to the edge to
watch. Harley reminded him of a drowning dog, wet hair in her face, spitting
and spluttering, doing some kind of improvised dog paddle and sinking fast. As
soon as the rescue-henchman got close to her, she grabbed a hold of him, still
panicking. She took a choke-hold on him and clung tightly to his body.