Extracurricular (2020–…): Season 1, Episode 7 - Episode 7 - full transcript
Stuck in a dicey encounter, Jisoo calls Gyuri, hoping she can help get him out - but balks when she takes things in an unthinkable direction.
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Fuck!
Open up!
Where are these fuckers?
Hey, go that way. Not there.
NOT FALSIFYING SPREADING INFORMATION
IT'S SPREADING FALSE INFORMATION
DETECTIVE HAEGYONG LEE
My gosh. What is all this
in the middle of the night?
My daughter, where are you? It's late.
BANANA KARAOKE CLUB
Hey, he's sleeping.
He's out of his mind.
I'm speechless.
Hey, wake up!
Hey, wake up!
Look at him sleeping so peacefully.
You know,
Mijung has such strange taste.
I understand paying for sex,
but someone like him?
When you eat steak everyday,
you start craving fast food.
Hey, stay still.
Hey! Stay still before I pound you.
Hey, Fast Food.
I'll explain why you must die,
so listen carefully.
Hey.
She's my girlfriend.
You slept with her, right?
Right?
As her boyfriend, I'm pissed off.
I need to get revenge.
- Start.
- Okay.
EMERGENCY ROOM
Are you going to stay here all night?
You must be very worried.
Who is that man in there?
You know him, right?
- Jisoo.
- What?
Where's Jisoo?
Was someone else there?
- They took him.
- They took him?
I'm sure...
I'm sure they took him.
Where is he?
Minhee, who's Jisoo?
They took him.
Hey, Minhee.
Hello.
I was exhausted last time
after cutting the leg.
- Let's take it easy today.
- Cut off his arm.
Hey, that's a tendon.
It's too stringy to cut.
The bone is easier.
- Here?
- Yes, around there.
Stay still. It's okay.
It'll be over quickly.
You must have redecorated it yourself.
Come on in. It's vintage style.
You can move in at any time—
What are you doing?
What's with all the plastic?
It's under construction.
You can move in anytime you want,
but this room isn't finished yet.
I can't show you today.
Is there a problem?
- Shit. We're fucked.
- What do we do?
Hey, clean that up first.
- Gosh.
- Hurry up and clean!
If Mijung sees this, we're dead.
Hurry!
Hey, Daeyeol Ryu!
Are you a moron?
I told you the realtor was bringing
someone today.
When?
How many times did I tell you
not to do this crap at the shop?
Why not? It's under my name.
What? Your name? Fuck.
You're so fucking brazen. I got confused.
Don't you feel sorry for me?
For what?
Hey, I do all the work by myself
and run the store on my own.
Don't you feel bad for me?
Fuck. Please don't do these stupid things
and stop going out all the time.
Try being helpful in my life for once!
It's because...
you cheated on me.
That's why I'm doing something
this extreme.
I know you hired a compensated date.
Did you go through my phone?
Is that important right now? Is it?
He's like this because of you.
Don't you feel sorry?
Please help me.
- Who is this kid?
- What?
Who the hell is he?
Goodness.
You fucking thug.
Wait outside.
Okay.
Hey.
Have you ever satisfied a woman?
Don't bother trying.
You can't do it. It's impossible.
No matter what shit I do,
I can't make her happy.
She wanted a store,
so I got her one.
She wanted a karaoke bar,
so I got her one.
There's nothing I didn't do for her.
How is it my fault that she can't pay rent
because business is slow?
What did I not do for her?
What is it? What?
Shit.
What?
May I go now?
- You want to leave?
- Yes.
It looks like
there was a misunderstanding.
Oh, that's right.
Sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry.
Darn it. You should go to the hospital.
Go straight to a hospital.
- Hey.
- Yes?
It's really not you?
What?
How could you not be him?
When I sent the message earlier,
it showed up on your phone.
Hold on.
I'm sure it showed up on your phone.
Look. "Blue Flavor. Hello."
I think Mijung lied to me.
Logically, it has to be you.
Am I wrong?
It's okay...
It's okay.
No, it's not okay.
A person was hurt.
If you had told me something,
anything, at school,
he might not have gotten hurt.
Why are you picking on me?
I'm not the bad guy.
Why is everyone picking on me?
Of course, you're not.
But if you don't say anything,
you're helping the bad guys.
I...
I...
I...
Minhee.
When will you tell me?
Once that boy Jisoo is found dead,
will you tell me then?
Stop it!
What are you doing to her?
She's already traumatized.
I'm sorry.
I lost my cool
because of the urgency.
I understand, but...
grilling her won't get you anywhere.
Jisoo—
Jisoo is my student too.
I'm sorry.
Get up, Minhee.
I'll take you home.
It's okay. Get up.
A hundred sixty five, fifty two.
B, 26.
What are those numbers?
- Specs.
- What?
Height, weight, cup size, and pay.
I see!
Okay.
Hey, I'm sorry.
Oh, hey.
You got something.
"Where are you?" Look.
He wants to meet you now.
Wow!
This is quick.
I'm just a middleman for the chats.
That's all.
I see...
That's why when you sent the message,
I got the text alert on my phone.
Nickname, Blue Flavor.
So, you're...
a part-timer that responds
to text messages.
- Yes, that's right.
- That's right.
In that case, that old man is
the pimp, right?
I'm right.
So this is how they do it now.
Hey, then...
what's the benefit of doing it this way?
First,
there's no physical place
of business like this,
so you save on expenses.
Oh!
- The rent!
- The rent!
You don't have to pay rent, right?
Fucking landlords.
They take all our money.
Yes, that's right.
Still, our role is very important.
When you work on a personal basis,
it can get dangerous
if you rely too much on that.
There are some bad incidents
at times, too.
Like what?
Like psycho clients.
- Oh, psycho...
- That's right.
You don't know
whether the person is a psycho.
What if it's someone like him?
He's a total psycho.
That's bad news. You're screwed.
Shit.
Anyway, even mobile transactions need
a middleman to moderate.
The client list is sort of the core.
But since it's done via an app,
there are many variables.
Wow...
He's like AlphaGo or something.
You did your research!
He is so fucking smart.
AlphaGo! AlphaGo!
- Keep talking.
- Yes, go on.
- I want to learn and use it.
- More?
- Yes.
- Tell us more.
Do you have a pen?
- Hey, get him a pen!
- Pen.
- And paper.
- Write here.
- First...
- Yes.
Like this.
First, you can hack the network with this.
DNS checking
and MX reboot hacking.
This is a free tool.
You use it to modify standard websites.
Hey, stop.
Do you know what your problem is?
- You're fucking bad at explaining.
- It's—
You should dumb it down
so the person can understand.
If you write English
and speak in English,
do you think we'd want to learn or not?
We'd stop wanting to learn.
There are YouTube videos,
where they explain very carefully
and thoroughly step by step.
- So I—
- "Step by step" is also English.
- Daeyeol.
- What?
Will you just let him go?
What?
We're not doing that?
Hey! It was a misunderstanding.
He's not the one that slept with Mijung.
So what happened was...
This is...
You see "Blue Flavor" here, right?
If you open the app
and type "Hello"--
Shit, how much do I have to explain?
Still, given the circumstances,
I think we should kill him.
Stop it. You'll scare him.
I mean, he knows way too much.
He knows where we are, right?
And he knows what kind of business
Mijung runs.
Being exposed makes me uneasy.
You see that?
That's how you explain things.
Get the saw.
- Fuck!
- What did you say?
Then you should've blindfolded me
when you brought me here.
Come here, asshole.
- You asshole.
- I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean it.
I'll do it all.
You'll do this?
Then what's this?
Job application?
He seems smart, but still...
Even convenience stores vet
the applicants.
We can't just take anyone.
- That's right.
- It'd be nice if we could ask his boss.
But you hacked him with an ax.
Shit, I know.
No.
He isn't the boss.
It's someone else.
That...
pimp.
Un... Uncle...
Uncle, it's Jisoo.
Uncle.
I don't know how to explain this,
but some people kidnapped me—
Shh!
Don't say that!
I'm with some people right now.
They want to ask you something.
- Silence.
- Silence.
- Oh.
- Sorry?
- I'll do the talking.
- I'll do the talking.
That voice is creepy.
Identify yourself.
Oh, us?
Does he always talk down to people
from the get-go?
Uncle, I—
Hello, Sir. How are you?
So you really do exist.
Uncle.
Please find Mr. Lee.
He must be at a hospital nearby.
He was badly injured earlier...
I've already checked.
He's alive.
He's alive?
That's one persistent prick.
Then what about that girl, Minhee?
- Police.
- Police.
Gosh, Sir.
My goodness.
So...
which organization are you with?
Does it have a name?
Like something corporation
or something gang.
Samun Gang.
Samun Gang?
Have you heard of it?
I'm not sure.
Do gangs still name themselves?
If you're done talking to your nephew,
let me talk about us.
One of the babies who work under you
took on my fiancée as a client.
He slept with her.
You understand so far?
That's why I'm very hurt right now.
I need to be compensated.
Our man's medical bills.
Our man's medical bills.
Lost opportunities
due to losing resources.
Lost opportunity and psychological trauma.
The stifled business
due to police involvement.
How will you compensate us?
What?
He's a total psycho.
If you take my words like that,
- we'll—
- Uncle.
Let me work here for the time being.
- What, asshole?
- What, asshole?
Tell him.
It's a long story, so I'll explain later.
For now, just confirm my identity.
Otherwise, I'm really dead.
Shut up. Are you kidding me?
Shit. He's mad.
It'll be just for a short while.
It won't take long.
I just need to teach them...
- the know-how.
- Boss.
Our kids can't work right now.
- What kids?
- Uncle, this business...
is a front.
- These people—
- How many?
There are eight full-time
and about 30 freelancers, right?
- Front business?
- A karaoke bar.
- Second Round Karaoke.
- How about security?
Security...
It seems sufficient.
And age range?
Early 20s to late 20s.
They said early 20s to late 20s.
But why are you asking these things?
- Stand by.
- What?
- Uncle.
- Hey, give me that.
Boss! Shit.
Shit.
Let's wait.
UNCLE: I WANTED TO SAY BYE
THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING
MINJU CHO LEFT THE ROOM
He's calling.
- Yes, Uncle.
- Mr. Daeyeol Ryu.
Oh, yes. Yes, Sir.
I guarantee
that our employee is hardworking.
However, I cannot consent
to the disclosure of our core know-how.
- Gosh, is that so?
- Wait, uncle...
Hold on.
- Cut it off.
- Get the saw.
- Uncle, you see—
- However,
I can send him on assignment...
on my terms.
What are those terms?
A partnership between you and us.
Those are my terms.
- Partnership?
- He wants to work with us.
Do you agree?
See that?
This is how you do a showdown.
They did everything
and told us what to do.
How is this a showdown?
You got something on your face.
Come here.
What do you know?
This is all strategy
to make them think they're in control.
This is business psychology.
Okay, all done.
Jisoo Oh.
So our AlphaGo's name is Jisoo Oh.
This is for you.
HELLO: I'M JISOO
I WILL BE LOYAL TO DAEYEOL
Okay, from now on,
call me here.
This is our direct line.
Okay? This is so great.
YANG
Oh, Yang. Who cares about Yang?
Cross this out.
Al... Pha...
Go.
Okay. Eat up.
Oh, right. You have like 20 missed calls.
Call him back. He must be worried.
Mr. Jinwoo Cho or something?
Jinusean? Is that who it was?
Tell me
Tell me to eat
Tell me to mix it
Minhee, you did nothing wrong,
so don't worry about it.
They must have their situations.
And it's their jobs, that's why.
It's called a panic attack.
If you can,
quit this work.
- I said I'm fine.
- Why are you...
here?
You don't want to do this.
Without this, I'm nothing.
Stop it already.
Hello? Jinwoo Cho speaking.
Mr. Cho, this is Jisoo.
You called, right?
My battery was dead.
Can you hear me? Hello?
- Hello?
- Hey! Jisoo Oh!
Why couldn't I reach you?
If your phone had died, you...
You irresponsible jerk!
I'm sorry.
My battery kept dying randomly
before I even knew it, so...
- Mr. Cho?
- Seriously...
Dang it! Seriously.
Hey.
Jisoo, you little jerk.
Are you hungry?
No way.
I got carded.
No way.
I got caught
because they got a new cashier.
And my cigarettes?
What? You don't have them?
- Sorry.
- Don't ask for something you don't have?
Just deal with it?
I'll try the store in front of the school.
Fucker.
What am I supposed to do
while you go all the way there?
Hey. Come here.
What is this?
You don't look that young.
Why do you keep getting caught?
Hey. Go.
- What?
- Go. Scram.
Hello?
No, there's nothing.
I thought it over,
but I did nothing wrong.
So what's with this mood?
Give me a cigarette.
I want some cigarettes.
- Kitae wants to smoke.
- I've been doing compensated dating.
While I was seeing you.
You said you liked my money, right?
That's how I earned it.
The money for your cigarettes,
your alcohol,
your presents,
and the condoms.
All of it.
That's how I bought them.
Do you still like my money?
Do you still like me?
Why did you tell me?
Why did you tell me?
What?
So...
why did you tell me?
Did you...
Did you know?
KWAKKI
I'll tell.
I'll tell everyone.
Fuck off.
- Is this a game to you?
- Why are you giving me crap?
Everything is a game to you, right?
You said you'd work there.
- You asked me to play along.
- I said to play along, not make it worse.
I said it would be
for a short time, didn't I?
For a short time!
Do you even know what they do?
Hey. Look.
Do you know what did this?
A saw.
They were going to chop me up.
I was almost murdered.
But you lived.
What?
I saved you.
I know you.
I know you did that for the money.
Even my life is a game to you, isn't it?
They left the chat room.
All of your clients.
I think they cut us off.
Why?
I don't know.
Will you keep working?
Then those jerks are...
our only option now.
BANANA KARAOKE CLUB
Who's this?
It's me. Jisoo.
- How did you get my number?
- I found it...
on our class emergency contact list.
What's up?
Well...
I was just... wondering if you were okay.
You really came.
You must have nothing better to do either.
What about the cops?
What about them?
Did you tell them anything?
You said...
you got away.
I wondered if you told them...
because of me.
Not really.
Good.
Don't tell them.
Don't say anything.
Minhee is so fucking late.
Can't she show up early for once?
She'll throw a fit
if we smoke without her.
- She must be sleeping.
- Hey, Hyemin.
I need nicotine.
Look at my hand shaking.
You're practically an addict now.
My... my phone.
What?
My phone... my phone...
My...
Get my phone from my car.
My phone.
My phone.
MINHEE SEO
TWENTY MISSED CALLS
Who's calling?
Minju!
I know you're sleeping! Open up!
Please open up!
Minju!
Minju, Uncle's number.
- What?
- You have his number, right?
Give me his number. Fast.
MINHEE
UNCLE
MR. LEE
What are you doing?
The passcode...
Why are you doing this to me?
Are you trying to get me
kicked off the force?
You can't do that nowadays.
They'll bite your head off
for stealing personal data.
The door. Hurry.
UNCLE
Mr. Lee?
MESSAGE FROM MINHEE
MR. LEE AWAKE
COPS TOOK HIS PHONE
Are you Uncle?
What was that?
What was that call?
UNCLE
Who could this Uncle be?
First, I don't know.
Second, I don't care.
Third, why do you have that?
Well... Remember the witness
Minhee Seo?
- The girl who got dragged into this.
- What about her?
She came to see the victim
in the middle of the night.
But the victim asked her
to find his cell phone for him.
Is that a favor
you'd ask someone you don't know?
I'm sure they know each other.
The question is,
how do they know each other?
It's not like they're Leon and Mathilda.
Fuck.
We won't get caught.
We won't.
- We won't?
- We won't.
- Really?
- I think this is...
a sex trafficking case.
It may be much bigger than we think.
With a big boss on top
like an organized crime ring.
Okay. Then let's do this.
Well... this is an assault
and battery case, right?
This isn't sex trafficking case to them.
It's an assault and battery case.
Mr. Lee is the victim.
His phone is passcode-protected, right?
Yes.
- We're fine then.
- What if they hack it?
Can the cops...
crack his passcode and hack his phone?
It's the victim's phone.
How could they get a warrant to hack it?
I guess... we won't get a warrant, right?
For what? The victim's phone?
Right?
Whether it's bagged for evidence
or a warrant is requested,
it's up to Violent Crimes Unit.
Am I right?
Anyway, what will you do about them?
They called this morning.
They want to see you.
Are you telling me to meet
those psychos again?
Yes. Or pack your things right now
and run away.
It's one or the other.
Is it comfortable just talking like that
from a distance?
What?
It was Minhee who texted me
to warn me earlier.
So?
Even she knows how serious
the situation is,
and she is trying to fix it.
What about you?
Whether the cops round us up
and arrest us
or the psychos take us and kill us,
you're safe. Is that it?
You're always at a safe distance
from trouble.
Where are you going?
Where are you going?
I'll handle it then.
Handle what?
Those psycho assholes.
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THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION:
WHICH IS NOT BASED ON REAL
CHARACTERS OR EVENTS:
Fuck!
Open up!
Where are these fuckers?
Hey, go that way. Not there.
NOT FALSIFYING SPREADING INFORMATION
IT'S SPREADING FALSE INFORMATION
DETECTIVE HAEGYONG LEE
My gosh. What is all this
in the middle of the night?
My daughter, where are you? It's late.
BANANA KARAOKE CLUB
Hey, he's sleeping.
He's out of his mind.
I'm speechless.
Hey, wake up!
Hey, wake up!
Look at him sleeping so peacefully.
You know,
Mijung has such strange taste.
I understand paying for sex,
but someone like him?
When you eat steak everyday,
you start craving fast food.
Hey, stay still.
Hey! Stay still before I pound you.
Hey, Fast Food.
I'll explain why you must die,
so listen carefully.
Hey.
She's my girlfriend.
You slept with her, right?
Right?
As her boyfriend, I'm pissed off.
I need to get revenge.
- Start.
- Okay.
EMERGENCY ROOM
Are you going to stay here all night?
You must be very worried.
Who is that man in there?
You know him, right?
- Jisoo.
- What?
Where's Jisoo?
Was someone else there?
- They took him.
- They took him?
I'm sure...
I'm sure they took him.
Where is he?
Minhee, who's Jisoo?
They took him.
Hey, Minhee.
Hello.
I was exhausted last time
after cutting the leg.
- Let's take it easy today.
- Cut off his arm.
Hey, that's a tendon.
It's too stringy to cut.
The bone is easier.
- Here?
- Yes, around there.
Stay still. It's okay.
It'll be over quickly.
You must have redecorated it yourself.
Come on in. It's vintage style.
You can move in at any time—
What are you doing?
What's with all the plastic?
It's under construction.
You can move in anytime you want,
but this room isn't finished yet.
I can't show you today.
Is there a problem?
- Shit. We're fucked.
- What do we do?
Hey, clean that up first.
- Gosh.
- Hurry up and clean!
If Mijung sees this, we're dead.
Hurry!
Hey, Daeyeol Ryu!
Are you a moron?
I told you the realtor was bringing
someone today.
When?
How many times did I tell you
not to do this crap at the shop?
Why not? It's under my name.
What? Your name? Fuck.
You're so fucking brazen. I got confused.
Don't you feel sorry for me?
For what?
Hey, I do all the work by myself
and run the store on my own.
Don't you feel bad for me?
Fuck. Please don't do these stupid things
and stop going out all the time.
Try being helpful in my life for once!
It's because...
you cheated on me.
That's why I'm doing something
this extreme.
I know you hired a compensated date.
Did you go through my phone?
Is that important right now? Is it?
He's like this because of you.
Don't you feel sorry?
Please help me.
- Who is this kid?
- What?
Who the hell is he?
Goodness.
You fucking thug.
Wait outside.
Okay.
Hey.
Have you ever satisfied a woman?
Don't bother trying.
You can't do it. It's impossible.
No matter what shit I do,
I can't make her happy.
She wanted a store,
so I got her one.
She wanted a karaoke bar,
so I got her one.
There's nothing I didn't do for her.
How is it my fault that she can't pay rent
because business is slow?
What did I not do for her?
What is it? What?
Shit.
What?
May I go now?
- You want to leave?
- Yes.
It looks like
there was a misunderstanding.
Oh, that's right.
Sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry.
Darn it. You should go to the hospital.
Go straight to a hospital.
- Hey.
- Yes?
It's really not you?
What?
How could you not be him?
When I sent the message earlier,
it showed up on your phone.
Hold on.
I'm sure it showed up on your phone.
Look. "Blue Flavor. Hello."
I think Mijung lied to me.
Logically, it has to be you.
Am I wrong?
It's okay...
It's okay.
No, it's not okay.
A person was hurt.
If you had told me something,
anything, at school,
he might not have gotten hurt.
Why are you picking on me?
I'm not the bad guy.
Why is everyone picking on me?
Of course, you're not.
But if you don't say anything,
you're helping the bad guys.
I...
I...
I...
Minhee.
When will you tell me?
Once that boy Jisoo is found dead,
will you tell me then?
Stop it!
What are you doing to her?
She's already traumatized.
I'm sorry.
I lost my cool
because of the urgency.
I understand, but...
grilling her won't get you anywhere.
Jisoo—
Jisoo is my student too.
I'm sorry.
Get up, Minhee.
I'll take you home.
It's okay. Get up.
A hundred sixty five, fifty two.
B, 26.
What are those numbers?
- Specs.
- What?
Height, weight, cup size, and pay.
I see!
Okay.
Hey, I'm sorry.
Oh, hey.
You got something.
"Where are you?" Look.
He wants to meet you now.
Wow!
This is quick.
I'm just a middleman for the chats.
That's all.
I see...
That's why when you sent the message,
I got the text alert on my phone.
Nickname, Blue Flavor.
So, you're...
a part-timer that responds
to text messages.
- Yes, that's right.
- That's right.
In that case, that old man is
the pimp, right?
I'm right.
So this is how they do it now.
Hey, then...
what's the benefit of doing it this way?
First,
there's no physical place
of business like this,
so you save on expenses.
Oh!
- The rent!
- The rent!
You don't have to pay rent, right?
Fucking landlords.
They take all our money.
Yes, that's right.
Still, our role is very important.
When you work on a personal basis,
it can get dangerous
if you rely too much on that.
There are some bad incidents
at times, too.
Like what?
Like psycho clients.
- Oh, psycho...
- That's right.
You don't know
whether the person is a psycho.
What if it's someone like him?
He's a total psycho.
That's bad news. You're screwed.
Shit.
Anyway, even mobile transactions need
a middleman to moderate.
The client list is sort of the core.
But since it's done via an app,
there are many variables.
Wow...
He's like AlphaGo or something.
You did your research!
He is so fucking smart.
AlphaGo! AlphaGo!
- Keep talking.
- Yes, go on.
- I want to learn and use it.
- More?
- Yes.
- Tell us more.
Do you have a pen?
- Hey, get him a pen!
- Pen.
- And paper.
- Write here.
- First...
- Yes.
Like this.
First, you can hack the network with this.
DNS checking
and MX reboot hacking.
This is a free tool.
You use it to modify standard websites.
Hey, stop.
Do you know what your problem is?
- You're fucking bad at explaining.
- It's—
You should dumb it down
so the person can understand.
If you write English
and speak in English,
do you think we'd want to learn or not?
We'd stop wanting to learn.
There are YouTube videos,
where they explain very carefully
and thoroughly step by step.
- So I—
- "Step by step" is also English.
- Daeyeol.
- What?
Will you just let him go?
What?
We're not doing that?
Hey! It was a misunderstanding.
He's not the one that slept with Mijung.
So what happened was...
This is...
You see "Blue Flavor" here, right?
If you open the app
and type "Hello"--
Shit, how much do I have to explain?
Still, given the circumstances,
I think we should kill him.
Stop it. You'll scare him.
I mean, he knows way too much.
He knows where we are, right?
And he knows what kind of business
Mijung runs.
Being exposed makes me uneasy.
You see that?
That's how you explain things.
Get the saw.
- Fuck!
- What did you say?
Then you should've blindfolded me
when you brought me here.
Come here, asshole.
- You asshole.
- I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean it.
I'll do it all.
You'll do this?
Then what's this?
Job application?
He seems smart, but still...
Even convenience stores vet
the applicants.
We can't just take anyone.
- That's right.
- It'd be nice if we could ask his boss.
But you hacked him with an ax.
Shit, I know.
No.
He isn't the boss.
It's someone else.
That...
pimp.
Un... Uncle...
Uncle, it's Jisoo.
Uncle.
I don't know how to explain this,
but some people kidnapped me—
Shh!
Don't say that!
I'm with some people right now.
They want to ask you something.
- Silence.
- Silence.
- Oh.
- Sorry?
- I'll do the talking.
- I'll do the talking.
That voice is creepy.
Identify yourself.
Oh, us?
Does he always talk down to people
from the get-go?
Uncle, I—
Hello, Sir. How are you?
So you really do exist.
Uncle.
Please find Mr. Lee.
He must be at a hospital nearby.
He was badly injured earlier...
I've already checked.
He's alive.
He's alive?
That's one persistent prick.
Then what about that girl, Minhee?
- Police.
- Police.
Gosh, Sir.
My goodness.
So...
which organization are you with?
Does it have a name?
Like something corporation
or something gang.
Samun Gang.
Samun Gang?
Have you heard of it?
I'm not sure.
Do gangs still name themselves?
If you're done talking to your nephew,
let me talk about us.
One of the babies who work under you
took on my fiancée as a client.
He slept with her.
You understand so far?
That's why I'm very hurt right now.
I need to be compensated.
Our man's medical bills.
Our man's medical bills.
Lost opportunities
due to losing resources.
Lost opportunity and psychological trauma.
The stifled business
due to police involvement.
How will you compensate us?
What?
He's a total psycho.
If you take my words like that,
- we'll—
- Uncle.
Let me work here for the time being.
- What, asshole?
- What, asshole?
Tell him.
It's a long story, so I'll explain later.
For now, just confirm my identity.
Otherwise, I'm really dead.
Shut up. Are you kidding me?
Shit. He's mad.
It'll be just for a short while.
It won't take long.
I just need to teach them...
- the know-how.
- Boss.
Our kids can't work right now.
- What kids?
- Uncle, this business...
is a front.
- These people—
- How many?
There are eight full-time
and about 30 freelancers, right?
- Front business?
- A karaoke bar.
- Second Round Karaoke.
- How about security?
Security...
It seems sufficient.
And age range?
Early 20s to late 20s.
They said early 20s to late 20s.
But why are you asking these things?
- Stand by.
- What?
- Uncle.
- Hey, give me that.
Boss! Shit.
Shit.
Let's wait.
UNCLE: I WANTED TO SAY BYE
THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING
MINJU CHO LEFT THE ROOM
He's calling.
- Yes, Uncle.
- Mr. Daeyeol Ryu.
Oh, yes. Yes, Sir.
I guarantee
that our employee is hardworking.
However, I cannot consent
to the disclosure of our core know-how.
- Gosh, is that so?
- Wait, uncle...
Hold on.
- Cut it off.
- Get the saw.
- Uncle, you see—
- However,
I can send him on assignment...
on my terms.
What are those terms?
A partnership between you and us.
Those are my terms.
- Partnership?
- He wants to work with us.
Do you agree?
See that?
This is how you do a showdown.
They did everything
and told us what to do.
How is this a showdown?
You got something on your face.
Come here.
What do you know?
This is all strategy
to make them think they're in control.
This is business psychology.
Okay, all done.
Jisoo Oh.
So our AlphaGo's name is Jisoo Oh.
This is for you.
HELLO: I'M JISOO
I WILL BE LOYAL TO DAEYEOL
Okay, from now on,
call me here.
This is our direct line.
Okay? This is so great.
YANG
Oh, Yang. Who cares about Yang?
Cross this out.
Al... Pha...
Go.
Okay. Eat up.
Oh, right. You have like 20 missed calls.
Call him back. He must be worried.
Mr. Jinwoo Cho or something?
Jinusean? Is that who it was?
Tell me
Tell me to eat
Tell me to mix it
Minhee, you did nothing wrong,
so don't worry about it.
They must have their situations.
And it's their jobs, that's why.
It's called a panic attack.
If you can,
quit this work.
- I said I'm fine.
- Why are you...
here?
You don't want to do this.
Without this, I'm nothing.
Stop it already.
Hello? Jinwoo Cho speaking.
Mr. Cho, this is Jisoo.
You called, right?
My battery was dead.
Can you hear me? Hello?
- Hello?
- Hey! Jisoo Oh!
Why couldn't I reach you?
If your phone had died, you...
You irresponsible jerk!
I'm sorry.
My battery kept dying randomly
before I even knew it, so...
- Mr. Cho?
- Seriously...
Dang it! Seriously.
Hey.
Jisoo, you little jerk.
Are you hungry?
No way.
I got carded.
No way.
I got caught
because they got a new cashier.
And my cigarettes?
What? You don't have them?
- Sorry.
- Don't ask for something you don't have?
Just deal with it?
I'll try the store in front of the school.
Fucker.
What am I supposed to do
while you go all the way there?
Hey. Come here.
What is this?
You don't look that young.
Why do you keep getting caught?
Hey. Go.
- What?
- Go. Scram.
Hello?
No, there's nothing.
I thought it over,
but I did nothing wrong.
So what's with this mood?
Give me a cigarette.
I want some cigarettes.
- Kitae wants to smoke.
- I've been doing compensated dating.
While I was seeing you.
You said you liked my money, right?
That's how I earned it.
The money for your cigarettes,
your alcohol,
your presents,
and the condoms.
All of it.
That's how I bought them.
Do you still like my money?
Do you still like me?
Why did you tell me?
Why did you tell me?
What?
So...
why did you tell me?
Did you...
Did you know?
KWAKKI
I'll tell.
I'll tell everyone.
Fuck off.
- Is this a game to you?
- Why are you giving me crap?
Everything is a game to you, right?
You said you'd work there.
- You asked me to play along.
- I said to play along, not make it worse.
I said it would be
for a short time, didn't I?
For a short time!
Do you even know what they do?
Hey. Look.
Do you know what did this?
A saw.
They were going to chop me up.
I was almost murdered.
But you lived.
What?
I saved you.
I know you.
I know you did that for the money.
Even my life is a game to you, isn't it?
They left the chat room.
All of your clients.
I think they cut us off.
Why?
I don't know.
Will you keep working?
Then those jerks are...
our only option now.
BANANA KARAOKE CLUB
Who's this?
It's me. Jisoo.
- How did you get my number?
- I found it...
on our class emergency contact list.
What's up?
Well...
I was just... wondering if you were okay.
You really came.
You must have nothing better to do either.
What about the cops?
What about them?
Did you tell them anything?
You said...
you got away.
I wondered if you told them...
because of me.
Not really.
Good.
Don't tell them.
Don't say anything.
Minhee is so fucking late.
Can't she show up early for once?
She'll throw a fit
if we smoke without her.
- She must be sleeping.
- Hey, Hyemin.
I need nicotine.
Look at my hand shaking.
You're practically an addict now.
My... my phone.
What?
My phone... my phone...
My...
Get my phone from my car.
My phone.
My phone.
MINHEE SEO
TWENTY MISSED CALLS
Who's calling?
Minju!
I know you're sleeping! Open up!
Please open up!
Minju!
Minju, Uncle's number.
- What?
- You have his number, right?
Give me his number. Fast.
MINHEE
UNCLE
MR. LEE
What are you doing?
The passcode...
Why are you doing this to me?
Are you trying to get me
kicked off the force?
You can't do that nowadays.
They'll bite your head off
for stealing personal data.
The door. Hurry.
UNCLE
Mr. Lee?
MESSAGE FROM MINHEE
MR. LEE AWAKE
COPS TOOK HIS PHONE
Are you Uncle?
What was that?
What was that call?
UNCLE
Who could this Uncle be?
First, I don't know.
Second, I don't care.
Third, why do you have that?
Well... Remember the witness
Minhee Seo?
- The girl who got dragged into this.
- What about her?
She came to see the victim
in the middle of the night.
But the victim asked her
to find his cell phone for him.
Is that a favor
you'd ask someone you don't know?
I'm sure they know each other.
The question is,
how do they know each other?
It's not like they're Leon and Mathilda.
Fuck.
We won't get caught.
We won't.
- We won't?
- We won't.
- Really?
- I think this is...
a sex trafficking case.
It may be much bigger than we think.
With a big boss on top
like an organized crime ring.
Okay. Then let's do this.
Well... this is an assault
and battery case, right?
This isn't sex trafficking case to them.
It's an assault and battery case.
Mr. Lee is the victim.
His phone is passcode-protected, right?
Yes.
- We're fine then.
- What if they hack it?
Can the cops...
crack his passcode and hack his phone?
It's the victim's phone.
How could they get a warrant to hack it?
I guess... we won't get a warrant, right?
For what? The victim's phone?
Right?
Whether it's bagged for evidence
or a warrant is requested,
it's up to Violent Crimes Unit.
Am I right?
Anyway, what will you do about them?
They called this morning.
They want to see you.
Are you telling me to meet
those psychos again?
Yes. Or pack your things right now
and run away.
It's one or the other.
Is it comfortable just talking like that
from a distance?
What?
It was Minhee who texted me
to warn me earlier.
So?
Even she knows how serious
the situation is,
and she is trying to fix it.
What about you?
Whether the cops round us up
and arrest us
or the psychos take us and kill us,
you're safe. Is that it?
You're always at a safe distance
from trouble.
Where are you going?
Where are you going?
I'll handle it then.
Handle what?
Those psycho assholes.
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