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