Won't be much in the way of music for now.
Store the instruments and keep your heads down.
Alright? Get out.
Sir.
I can't figure it out. The Queen's behind all this?
Watch that mouth of yours.
Oh, so you think it's the consort?
When did I say that?
If not the Queen, it's gotta be the consort.
Hush. Hush up.
We gotta keep our heads down, see, wa-a-ay down.
My head's down AND I'm whispering, see?
Wha..?
Anyway, whoever's behind it, this isn't going to end well.
I worry for the King.
His mother in a coma and trouble in the court.
It must be so hard on him.
Why do you think the doctor testified that he was working under your orders?
Surely you don't believe him?
No, of course not, but we've got to find out why he would say it.
It's as I told you. I received an anonymous letter.
That led me to assign inspectors to conduct a discreet investigation.
The only thing I'm guilty of is failing to tell you for fear it would upset you.
My lord, why would I harm the Queen Mother?
It's clearly a set-up.
I think so, too. But is there anything else?
You've told me everything?
Yes, my lord, everything.
What reason could I possibly have for lying?
My lord, you know as well as I how many times I've been slandered.
Yet the inspectors found circumstantial evidence-..
And you must believe them, of course, don't you think so?
I've always appeared composed, even when my heart is torn asunder.
And now to be accused of hurting the Queen Mother?
When, oh, when will the slander stop?
Get me Chief Seo.
Sire.
I've decided not to believe the Queen or my consort.
We must uncover which of them is lying.
I've got to know, however awful the truth may be.
Sire.
I'm placing you in charge of the investigation.
Time is short. We can't let this get out of hand.
Yes, Sire.
So the King ordered Chief Seo to investigate?
That won't do. We should-
Do nothing.
Seo's investigation plays into our hands.
How so? Suppose he learns the truth?
That can't happen. Relax.
Can you be sure? It could be the end of you and the Royal Consort.
I've prepared for everything, so why get all worked up?
Relax, Minister. You'll live longer that way.