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WE ARE ALL TRYING HERE

AS GROUP COMPANY FALL RETREAT

You know, when I'm in a good mood,

I eat vegetables.

Have you eaten yet, Ye-ji?

Eat lots of vegetables.

There are no vegetables.

THE LOYAL CATERING

Salute!

- Hello, can I get your name? - Byeon Eun-a.

Eun-a!

Eun-a, over here.

XIMFIT WILL ANALYZE EMOTIONS YOU DIDN'T EVEN KNOW YOU HAD

I was categorized as an unemployed male in his forties.

What about you, Eun-a?

A female in her thirties with psychological issues.

I'm serious.

Did Lee Jun-hwan specifically describe you that way?

No, someone else introduced me to this.

Nobody at work knows I'm wearing this watch.

Oh, right, I see.

They said this could help people with psychological issues.

Psychological issues?

You've got a word that makes your heart pound, don't you?

I had no idea

the word "unemployed" would make my heart pound so much.

When my heart rate goes up, and warning beeps go off,

my heart pounds even more.

Knowing that it's pounding makes it pound more.

It feels like,

"Oh, I've been caught."

You haven't experienced it yet, have you?

You'll discover a word that makes your heart pound.

Just hearing that makes my heart race.

So you do have a word that makes your heart pound?

I have too many.

They're not words

- so much as they are names. - Names?

The names

of the men who left me.

"Men"?

Plural?

Whenever I hear the name of anyone who wrote me off,

my heart pounds immediately.

Gosh, the mere thought makes it pound.

I don't react

to names at all.

Your relationships must be nice and neat.

They're actually nice and messed up

because everyone has written me off.

All names disrespect me,

and I disrespect all names.

Thanks to this watch,

I've realized that I don't like anyone or anything in this world.

Except for food.

Food is the only thing I respect and love.

My favorite writing is what's on a menu.

There's nothing more beautiful than that.

Wearing this watch

made one thing very clear.

I'm a destructive person.

You see…

there was a moment that made me really trust this watch.

I went to a café the other day,

and all of a sudden, I heard a screech and a thud.

I'd never heard anything like that so up close before.

- Oh no. - I didn't see you.

I'll have my insurance take care of it.

My heart was pounding like crazy from the shock,

so when this vibrated, I didn't even think twice.

I figured it'd be "fear" or "shock."

But do you know what it said?

EXCITED

"Excited."

No way.

I had to cover it up before anyone saw it.

I just accepted it at that point.

That's right. I was excited.

Jeez, Hwang Dong-man.

There was a world leaders' summit not too long ago.

I woke up with a cold that morning,

but I still worked a catering gig for a 500-person luncheon

and then taught a class in the evening.

I barely made it home and just collapsed,

but I had to look at my phone.

Yeah.

I think

I'll check my phone even on my deathbed.

Anyway, I was on my phone, and I see there's been a terrorist attack.

So I jumped up and turned on the TV.

I saw special forces rushing in and heard gunfire.

And I thought to myself, "If all those world leaders were to die,

the world would finally fall apart."

I'm watching in shock, and you know what popped up on my watch?

I think I know.

"Thrilled."

Oh jeez.

I wasn't watching out of concern.

I was about to die from exhaustion,

but suddenly, I was wide awake and not tired at all.

I forgot I was tired and kept watching.

They rescued everyone, and the terrorists were captured alive.

- You know what popped up? - Beep.

No, I can't. I don't want to get it right.

"Disappointed"?

How could there be no casualties?

I was exhausted, but I watched it till the end.

I deserved to see a dramatic ending.

That's just the guy I am, and I accept it.

This is who I am.

Guilty as charged.

Words like "love" or "peace"

bore me to death.

But "revenge," "destruction," or "retribution"?

When I hear such words, my eyes sparkle.

The best part about wearing this was when I realized,

"Hey, Hwang Dong-man."

"You're a destructive person."

It laid it out for me, nice and simple.

So I decided to stop pretending to be a good person.

When Park Gyeong-se's movie tanked…

I was truly happy.

SISTER VENGEANCE

Bad reviews were pouring in.

And it was

really brutal.

There was a certain satisfaction in knowing

the whole country realized just how lame he really was.

I cooked myself some fresh rice for once,

and danced for the first time in my life.

I felt guilt-free satisfaction in someone else's misfortune.

I realized, "So this is peace."

Now, you might ask,

"Aren't you two close?"

Nope.

We need to clarify the meaning of "close."

We've just known each other for a long time.

We're well acquainted, but we don't like each other.

We used to be close.

Back when we were all the same.

When we were all nobodies

sitting around together, roasting other people's movies.

Park Gyeong-se was the one who talked the most trash back then.

This is why it's getting bad reviews!

There's no storyline, and it's just noisy!

What's this even about?

Someone explain it to me.

One by one, they made their debut.

Look, over here. The transitions.

- Jeez, did you see that? - Damn it.

You're going to break the TV!

Now, the seven of them get together to talk trash without me.

Whenever I show up…

Hey, you're here.

They're indifferent.

Like I'm not on their level anymore, and they don't see me as worth debating.

What a bunch of jerks.

I'm starting to get upset.

In any case,

I, Hwang Dong-man,

am a destructive person.

You seem like someone

with a thousand doors wide open.

Imagine everyone had a thousand doors inside them.

Reading something written by someone who hasn't even opened a single door

is so boring and suffocating.

But reading a screenplay by someone with a few doors open grabs my attention.

You seem like someone

who's got all a thousand doors wide open.

Then why'd you say those things

last time?

In front of Mr. Choi.

The protagonist in Weather Maker didn't feel like you.

Well, that's because the protagonist has to be cooler than me.

You're way cooler.

You're much more raw…

and much warmer.

I thought I'd feel better

if I wore this watch.

Like, "Oh, I'm feeling down right now. Let's change that."

I thought I could change my mood.

But turns out, I can't.

Nope.

You can never force your emotions to change.

When you feel down, pick up a 500-won coin on the street.

Like a small win.

That's what can change your mood.

Willpower can't make that happen.

That's why I take off running from here every day.

Here's to the joy of setting a new record!

YOUR CURRENT SPEED 24 KM/H

A new record!

Have a good night.

- Good night. - Bye.

HWANG DONG-MAN AND HIS BROTHER NOT ALLOWED

Writing a noir? Why?

- Why not? - Don't do it.

There you are.

You traitors.

You having fun drinking at a place your friend's banned from?

Lee Jun-hwan!

You might as well come out.

Your shadow is a dead giveaway!

Hey!

- Jeez! Hey, pull him over. - Is he insane?

Jeez, you're such a handful.

What the heck?

- What are you doing? - So then…

Salute, sir.

Did you know that Hitler resides in him?

He has a desire

to get rid of anyone he finds incompetent or disapproves of.

A strong urge to clear them out.

Salute, sir!

…and deliberately made time for us.

Excuse me.

Hye-jin.

Just a moment.

Tell me.

Is there anyone you actually approve of?

Everyone on the subway sucks, don't they?

And they're all ugly.

Might as well get rid of them and live alone then.

Does this mean

I can also get rid of something

that I don't approve of?

I've been patient enough, you bastard!

Hey, get back here!

Hey!

You little bastard.

Damn it. You punk!

You started this, so this is what you get!

What the hell is he saying?

That little…

Hwang Dong-man!

This is the first time anyone has come to my place.

Wait, Jun-hwan's been here.

Well, you're the first woman to visit.

I think canned ham tastes better than pork.

If I had to choose between ham and pork to take to a deserted island,

I'd choose ham.

Two eggs?

Four?

- Four eggs. - Okay.

One.

Two.

Four, right?

The perfect trio.

The perfect trio.

What?

Watch yourself.

Or else I'll really lock you up in a mental hospital.

And the maintenance fee?

I paid it.

Don't drink on an empty stomach.

SISTER VENGEANCE STAGE GREETING

The entire cast pushed themselves to the breaking point.

I hope you all enjoy the film,

and please spread the word about Sister Vengeance.

Thank you!

Hello, this is Jang Mi-ran.

WE'RE HERE TO SEE YOU, MI-RAN!

My body didn't actually break,

but my arm did get wrecked.

I worked so hard I couldn't tell if I was sawing with my arm

or sawing my arm off.

Did you see the weekend screening schedule?

We need more afternoon showings on the weekends.

No one will watch it if it's just mornings and nights.

That's up to the distribution team. You know the theaters don't listen to me.

They only add showings for movies that are selling.

Then how about

we hand out free tickets?

Just 3,000.

All right, I'll get to it.

Okay.

I'm the one who took the loss,

so why are they the ones bitching?

Director Park, I think your debut film was your best work.

- It's time to go now. - Let's go.

Man, these reviews…

- Hey, it's Jang Mi-ran! - Wow!

I'm Director Park Gyeong-se.

I just liked filmmaking…

not knowing how tough it was.

We worked really hard on this film.

"I got mad and looked up the director's films."

"I haven't watched a single one. I'll know to skip his work from now on."

"A movie that spends the whole time

pretending to be cool and meaningful."

"This is the first movie

I've ever walked out of."

"Hey, Director."

"If you have a conscience,

refund my 15,000 won

for the ticket."

"Refund my 15,000 won."

My movie…

makes people want a refund.

You can skip the movie…

You can skip the movie…

You can skip the movie…

You can skip the movie and read about it in group chats.

"A movie so dull

that you don't even get mad when people text or take calls."

"…when people text or take calls."

"I feel like murdering my friend

who recommended this movie."

My movie

drives people to murder.

My movie

drives people to murder.

Gyeong-se isn't answering.

Leave him alone.

I never liked it when people tried to make me feel better

by texting or calling.

You should've told me before I sent it.

Darn it.

THE EIGHT CLUB

Huh?

Did you know

Gyeong-se was in the group chat?

Yeong-su probably added him back in.

When did he do that?

Damn it!

Wait, this is…

Gyeong-se keeps leaving every time he's added back in,

so Dong-man probably sent these messages, thinking he'd left again.

HOW DID THIS MOVIE EVEN MAKE IT OUT INTO THE WORLD?

I GUESS IT COMES DOWN TO WHETHER YOUR WIFE IS AN EXECUTIVE PRODUCER

Hwang Dong-man, that bastard.

Why would he say this in our group chat?

So no one noticed all the messages he's been sending?

Who bothers to read them?

They're always about what he ate

or what he watched or whatever.

He sends dozens of messages.

I just go in to clear the unread count.

- You don't read them either! - Oh jeez.

What's Gyeong-se doing?

He went hiking in Jirisan.

In any case,

Gyeong-se can never see this.

The unread count is still at one,

so he hasn't read them.

Just leave him alone for now.

Don't call and tell him to leave the chat without reading the messages.

That'll just make him go in and read them.

Just leave him alone.

Leave him alone

and pray that he'll leave the group chat.

Hwang Dong-man, that little punk.

What?

Yeong-su.

The number disappeared.

What?

Hwang Dong-man, you fucking bastard!

You fucking bastard!

- Here, Mr. Hwang. - What?

Thank you.

Yeah, this one tastes the best.

It's the bestseller at our store.

- Tell your mother I said thank you. - I will.

I got up early today and did some writing for the first time in a while.

I was totally focused.

I feel guilty for trying hard these days

because I swore to live a worthless life.

I can't help it because I'm having fun.

But don't forget to live a worthless life.

Right, live a worthless life.

- Hello. - Hello.

Hey, eat before you go in!

No change in advance ticket sales despite giving out free tickets?

None at all.

Forget the marketing, then.

Stop wasting money

and just let it go.

Who called the opening week numbers for Sister Vengeance?

The current number is about 310,000.

No one came close, right?

Someone called 300,000.

Who?

Ms. Byeon Eun-a.

Lucky you for guessing correctly.

What about the numbers for that one?

Don't hold back. Just tell me.

Can't you give it to me straight for once?

How frustrating.

I'm meeting Actor Song at Agit tonight.

Come with me.

Agit is like heaven these days

now that Hwang Dong-man, that pile of crap, isn't there.

It feels like we've cleared out ten years' worth of trash.

He should've been banned a long time ago.

But he keeps coming back, only to be kicked out again.

He's insane.

Did you just sigh?

No.

Yes, you did. Why?

Why did you sigh?

What you said was too harsh.

"Ten years' worth of trash."

"A walking corpse."

If I remember correctly, you used to talk pretty harshly too.

But you've lost your edge these days.

You keep siding with Hwang Dong-man,

but don't call us the bad guys

without seeing what he's like.

I'll see for myself.

Did you see her talk back to me?

I promoted her from office assistant because she had an eye for screenplays.

Now she's full of herself and still hasn't come to her senses,

even after screwing up.

Director Park Su-hyeon still rages when her name comes up,

saying she's a crazy you-know-what.

You're pulling another all-nighter?

Where are you getting stuck?

Tell me, and I'll sort it out.

Or come out for a quick drink.

Sitting there won't solve anything.

Come eat before you get back to it.

Okay, bye.

Hey, why are you here?

You know how it is.

It's technically a group chat,

but Dong-man made it his own private chat.

No one knew he was saying things like that.

Jun-hwan has been so busy writing

that he didn't really read them either.

Right.

I'm sure Dong-man didn't know you were in the group chat.

Slow down.

Man, I'm starving.

Excuse me!

Can I get a bowl of rice and a rolled omelet?

Make it a cheese rolled omelet, please!

Sure thing.

If I'd known this was a kimchi stew place, I wouldn't have come.

Should I give it a shot?

Should I try it?

Hey, come on.

Jeez, man.

Looks like you went hiking.

It's best when you need to clear your head.

Hang in there.

- You crazy punk. - What?

Here, drink this.

Goodness gracious.

You know,

I can't even dream of hiking.

I went to Seoraksan on a FAM tour a long time ago,

but I had to take a dump so bad that I almost lost it running downhill.

So now I break out in a cold sweat whenever hiking comes up.

I get anxious just looking at mountains.

After that experience,

I have nothing but respect for men who go hiking.

Which mountain did you go to?

Why are you looking at me so lovingly?

Tell me.

You're enjoying this, aren't you?

Yeah.

Yeah.

How did you know?

I run around these days

because I'm delighted.

Put your hat back on. You're hard to look at.

I printed out the most scathing reviews

and slowly read them out loud.

I told myself to swallow them.

If I couldn't swallow them,

it felt like these bad reviews would haunt me forever.

So as I hiked up the mountain…

I read each word carefully and choked it down.

Sweat streamed down my body,

and I wasn't sure how I climbed up as I kept mumbling the reviews.

When I finally reached the summit eight hours later,

I thought I'd swallowed everything.

Then I went into the group chat.

That's right.

I'm still in it.

When I checked it,

I saw the same words I had choked down.

I guess you were impressed with your own writing

because it was posted all over the internet.

The words that went,

"This is how good I am with words."

"I guess whether you become a director or not

comes down to whether your wife is an executive producer."

"His wife spends a fortune on her husband's hobby…"

The one thing I was relieved about…

was that Hye-jin had already left the group chat.

I noticed in the group chat…

that one-third of the reviews I had to choke down

were written by you.

I went to Jirisan at dawn to force myself to choke down these words!

Then I got so pissed I ended up getting lost!

I fought tooth and nail to find my way back.

I couldn't stand the idea of dying without going straight for your throat,

so I found a way down the mountain like my life depended on it.

- Hey. - Gyeong-se.

You asked how I had the nerve to attend post-screening Q&As.

I feel like dying.

Even the actors refuse to talk to me.

I look at my phone in the waiting room.

I feel like crying…

being an outcast at my age.

It's fine to go after me personally,

but to attack my work like this makes me feel like shit.

I went through hell, and I'm getting trashed.

And the criticism is brutal.

It feels like I've been stripped naked and publicly dragged and shamed.

I now feel compassion and respect

for all the directors who came before me.

They must've been ripped to shreds like this…

and been in so much pain.

Hwang Dong-man,

you've never been in the ring before.

That's why you don't have any compassion and just love it when people fail.

That's the difference between us.

It's a huge difference!

It's the difference

between a boxer who's been beaten to a pulp in the ring

and someone who's never stepped in one.

It's like comparing someone already born to someone not even born yet.

Do you get it?

You?

You're just a nobody.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing!

Park Gyeong-se, that bastard.

How dare he? He calls that a movie?

He hasn't made any good movies.

That stupid bastard.

Jin-man.

What are you doing?

Weren't you drinking?

Jin-man.

Come down.

It's okay. Come down.

You need to eat something.

I'll make kimchi fried rice, so come down.

Please come down, Jin-man.

Hey, Jin-man.

Want me to read you a poem?

It's my favorite one.

You wrote it

when I was in middle school, and I loved it so much

that I hugged and kissed you until you beat me up.

The title is

I Was a 0.2 mm Speck.

EUNJEONG HIGH SCHOOL LITERARY MAGAZINE

A sperm is 0.001 mm

An egg is 0.2 mm

I mark the paper with a 0.2 mm dot

That was me

I was a 0.2 mm speck

How did all this hatred fit in there?

How did all this emptiness fit in there?

My stomach churns

A 0.2 mm fire ant passes by

I crush it with my fingernail

My hatred and emptiness

Get crushed along with it

Ms. Ko.

Welcome.

You're here.

Congratulations!

Congratulations.

Thank you.

It's good to see you.

I'm excited to be here.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK BY MA JAE-YEONG

I enjoyed it.

Every character stands out, and the story never loses momentum.

Thank you.

This is one of the top three screenplays I've ever read.

Thank you.

And thanks for choosing Kopark Film to handle the production.

Of course, I'd choose Kopark Film.

But you know what?

I sense someone else was involved in the screenplay.

Oh.

I just got some help

from a friend.

People like us can tell

whether someone just gave advice or actually had a hand in it.

The way the characters talk didn't come from you.

It came from someone else.

It was a woman.

I know because I'm a woman.

I can tell when a woman's lines

were written by a man versus a woman.

The same goes for you.

You know when a man's lines were written by a woman versus a man.

There's an obvious female influence in the screenplay.

Is there a reason she can't be the co-writer?

Oh, she wasn't that involved.

A co-writer?

She just looked over it a bit, but not enough to be credited.

Does she know your screenplay won the grant?

This needs to be cleared up from the start.

It'll get messy if this becomes an issue later.

Goodbye.

Are you less busy now?

Yes.

But I'm about to get busy again.

I'm glad. It's good to be busy.

WEATHER MAKER BY HWANG DONG-MAN

You still need to eat on time even if you're busy.

PRODUCER BYEON EUN-A

I'm home.

Are you just getting in?

You're late.

Why haven't you been replying to my texts?

"I got the grant."

"Thanks for your help."

Want me to fill in the parts you left out?

"Don't tell anyone you were involved in my screenplay,

or that you know me."

"Don't even act like you know me."

I'd appreciate that.

It won't do either of us any good

if word gets out we dated.

That's not what you're afraid of.

You're afraid of people finding out we wrote it together.

For fuck's sake.

Hey.

I've lost five teeth working on this.

How dare you say we wrote it together?

It really hurts

to wish the worst on someone I used to like.

It feels like acid being poured on my heart.

But I won't take it anymore.

Your cursing and violence

made up only 3% of our time together.

But now you're trying to undermine

the other 97% of the time when we were okay.

So I'll have to respond in kind.

Now all that's left is that 3% of bitter fighting.

Put my name on the screenplay,

or take out all the parts I wrote.

We exchanged emails, so you'll know which parts I wrote.

I wish you'd just die.

There are tons of people like you in this industry.

People who can't write anything on their own,

yet tell others how to write

and try to go along for the ride.

Is it Hwang Dong-man this time?

I hear you only review leftovers

since you can never get a good one.

Seriously.

Aren't you embarrassed

to be involved with a loser like him?

Damn it!

A man on the verge of success

is easily blinded.

And they can easily become a bad guy.

Everyone here has been through the same.

And everyone is still ashamed about what they did.

I love that they know how to feel ashamed.

People who remain blinded

and driven by ruthless ambition

and selfish desires are not allowed here.

So what about you?

Will you get yourself banned,

or will you be someone who lives with shame for a long time?

If you wanted all the credit, you should've pursued a solo art form,

not filmmaking, where 200 people collaborate.

I can't believe you said you were delighted.

I felt my stomach drop.

We have to keep seeing each other,

so you have to watch what you say.

You know he's having a rough time.

I'm not asking for much, am I?

Can't you just be kind to him?

Is that so hard to do?

Kindness is basic human decency, right?

Jeez.

Yeong-su.

I'm really sad.

How could you ask me to be kind to those guys?

I'm really good at telling

who likes me and who doesn't.

When I'm with someone who likes me,

I become really gentle.

My body responds.

My blood pressure and heart rate drop.

It's an instinctive reaction that all animals share.

I feel really grateful

when someone chooses to sit next to me in a coffee shop.

I even put my hands together and pray

that they have a wonderful day.

I'm just mad I don't have enough luck to make that wish last more than a day.

That's who I am.

If you show me an ounce of kindness,

I'll do anything for you.

So why do I have to be kind to people who hate me?

I'm not the one you should be talking to. Talk to those guys!

You know,

I'm like a litmus test strip.

If the other person is acidic, I'm acidic too.

If they're alkaline, I'm alkaline as well.

You're not aware of this…

but I'm a freaking lovable guy.

They say catching falling leaves brings good luck.

I'm passing along the luck I caught.

Do you know what my emotion watch says whenever I see my friends?

Not me.

- He's your senior, right? - I'm clean.

What's that?

Oh, it's clean because of that?

Come on, that's enough.

"Anxious."

I had no idea

I felt that anxious.

If I wedge myself into a place

where I'm not welcome,

how could I not feel anxious?

So I talk my head off to overcome that anxiety.

I laugh and talk until tears come out,

but when my emotion watch vibrates, and I look down at it,

do you know what it says?

"Fed up."

FED UP

How long am I banned for?

Until you get a girlfriend.

That'll knock some sense into you much faster than wearing that watch.

Talk to a woman. Hug her. Sleep with her.

Then you'll come to your senses.

You're not brave enough to grow old and die on your own.

So find a woman.

People who like me

ease my anxiety,

so I don't have to act out like crazy.

Eun-a.

RESTRICTED AREA EMERGENCY MEDICAL CENTER

Grandma.

Do you have a 500-won coin?

When I get nosebleeds…

my whole body hurts like it's being torn apart.

I'm in excruciating pain one moment…

Don't act like you're the adult here.

Nobody here asked you to.

And just you wait. I'm about to become something incredible.

Look forward to my shiny story.

Then suddenly,

just like that,

the pain disappears.

As if a knot

just slips loose.

What does your watch say then?

"Relieved."

RELIEVED

Whenever I come across a similar situation,

I'm right back at that moment, paralyzed with fear.

Back to when I was helpless.

Back in the classroom where I couldn't leave.

Back when I was nine.

Back when I couldn't even breathe

in front of the people who crossed me off…

and all I could do was to helplessly wait for death.

Who do you think it was?

Who do you think

was the first person to cross you off?

M…

O…

T…

H…

E…

MOTHE…

That word…

is so overrated.

Jeez, you scared me.

Can you guess…

what just popped up?

"Shocked."

"Flustered."

"Worried."

It didn't say "excited."

Gosh, I…

I was really surprised.

I'm not a destructive person!

I'm not a monster!

Where do you live?

I'll scatter 500-won coins for you!

Where do you live?

WE ARE ALL TRYING HERE

Did you see the social media post?

Her husband raised their kid. She wasn't neglected.

One wrong move and Oh Jeong-hui can kiss her career goodbye.

- No way. - Read this, Hwang Dong-man.

I bet Hwang Dong-man wants to die right now.

Damn it!

Hwang Dong-man, did you read it?

Where are you going?

Tell me a funny story.

Don't fight the thing that's giving you a hard time, Eun-a.

It's like sleep paralysis.

I always chose to avoid them.

But this time, I'm going to put them in their place.

We should meet. Come outside.

So? Did you choke down every last word?

Subtitle translation by: Jenny Kim