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WE ARE ALL TRYING HERE

- Oh, come on! - What the hell?

Oh dear.

I'll take care of him. No objections, right?

Hold on!

- Hold on. - Excuse me, sir.

Don't do this.

Get off me!

Oh no!

Damn it.

Don't go out.

Hey.

Sir!

Please stop!

That's enough!

Come on!

- Come on! - I said enough!

- Stop already! - Jeez!

- You didn't drink, right? - Yeah.

Where's your car?

- Over there. - Let's go.

Okay.

- Write your screenplays like that! - "Write your screenplays like that."

Every word was dripping with sincerity.

It was the best thing you've written so far.

Write your screenplays like that!

"Write your screenplays like that!"

Welcome.

Where is everyone?

Oh, well…

The police came, and…

I'm not really sure.

This is for the window.

It's 200,000 won. Let me know if it's not enough.

Oh, okay.

Did you…

throw that rock?

Yes.

Why?

Because I was bored.

Bored?

"37, Hyowon 2-gil…"

Occupation?

Occupation?

He's a film director.

Who are you?

The producer in charge.

Dong-man!

- Dong-man! - My goodness.

Dong-man, are you okay?

Hey.

They won't take him for the same reason.

They said his blood pressure and pulse are normal, so he's not an emergency case.

Did you tell them he got beaten badly?

I did!

I said he got the crap beaten out of him and to look at his face!

He says he's dying from a concussion,

but when they ask for his name, he says, "Hwang Dong-man."

He answers every single question the nurse asks him.

He needs to act like he's unconscious, but he can't even do that!

How can I get my own name wrong?

That's not what I said!

Just don't answer!

Keep quiet and pretend to be unconscious!

Jeez.

Whatever.

If they turn him away again, I'll just take him home.

Damn it, why can't you just pretend you passed out?

That's the only way to get admitted into the ER!

That's embarrassing.

How am I supposed to act?

He's not hurt.

He hasn't suffered enough.

So, 120 over 80…

What's your name, sir?

Your name, sir.

Your name.

Here. How many do you see?

How many?

Why would you get that right, you idiot?

How can I get "two" wrong?

Just take him home, all right? Damn it.

They said he's not an emergency case!

Fine, let's just take him home!

- What's wrong? - Hey!

- Hey! - Stop him!

- Hey! - No, wait!

He sure stuffed himself.

Do you have any water?

Right away, sir.

It's snowing.

Here.

Take it.

Oh, thanks.

I feel better now.

I'll give you 10,000 won. Let's just go!

I'll give you 50,000 won.

You've got to be kidding me.

Hello?

It's not a concussion. There's no need to go to the hospital.

Doesn't even look like he's in pain.

He's going nuts trying to fish out a 500-won coin.

Yeah, 500 won!

Out of the sewer! Where he just threw up!

- Come on, hold it up right. - It's not even 50,000 won.

It's 500 won.

- He was feeling nauseous, and… - Lower, lower.

- For goodness's sake. - To your six o'clock.

Good.

What did he say?

Park Gyeong-se, come out!

I said come out!

Damn it.

I got cut off because I was getting my ass kicked,

but let me finish what I was saying.

I had a lot prepared, but none of it matters now.

I'll just get to the point.

The Eight Club?

Forget it. I'm out.

That's for you shiny people.

I chose to live a worthless life…

so what's The Eight Club to me?

I'm sorry

for sticking around when I wasn't wanted.

You win at cutting down people with words.

I'll give you that.

But you know what?

If I put my mind to it, I can cut people down too.

I just choose not to.

Then do it.

Go ahead!

My jokes

are just for blowing off steam,

not cutting people down.

Hey, let me ask you something.

Why have you been so mean to me?

You don't treat the others like that.

But you always tear into my films like a maniac.

People ask, you know.

"Why does Hwang Dong-man hate Park Gyeong-se so much?"

You must have a reason.

A reason why you hate me so much.

I only liked Hye-jin for a short time.

Not that, damn it!

There's got to be a reason why you hate me!

Because you hated me first.

Why made you hate me so much?

As of today, I'm leaving The Eight Club.

I'm sorry I stuck around for so long without taking a hint.

THE EIGHT CLUB

I'm leaving my crap behind.

Just make a new group chat.

THE EIGHT CLUB LEAVE THIS CHAT?

LEAVE

HWANG DONG-MAN HAS LEFT THE CHAT

INVITE HWANG DONG-MAN TO THIS CHAT?

CONFIRM

The Eight Club isn't something you can join

and leave as you--

HWANG DONG-MAN HAS LEFT THE CHAT

Goddamn it.

Jeez.

HWANG DONG-MAN HAS LEFT THE CHAT

They used to be inseparable.

I don't know how they ended up like this.

What? They used to be close?

Damn it.

I thought you threw up a lot.

I need to fill up again

since I threw up a lot.

"If I can't prove myself by succeeding,

I'll prove myself by falling apart."

I feel proud because I really fell apart today.

It's the feeling of a day well spent.

Doing it alone is exhausting.

It's less exhausting when you have someone telling you whether it's good or not.

I'll stay by your side

and watch you.

Why do you keep covering it?

Oh, well…

This thing

does that sometimes.

I feel good.

I'm sure I feel good.

But the watch is red.

When it was snowing earlier,

the watch vibrated, and I didn't even question it.

I figured it'd be green.

But it was red.

I was curious

and looked at it.

It said, "lonely."

So I thought, "I guess I like being lonely."

I guess it's no different from me

liking things like "destruction" and "hate."

I'm the kind of guy

who's anxious by default,

so my watch turns red all the time.

But when it does,

I feel like I'm being rude to the person in front of me.

Don't you agree?

If this ever hits the market,

it'll destroy all relationships.

Imagine couples wearing this.

They claim to be in love and such,

but it's not love.

They say "love" doesn't appear.

Because "love" is a concept, not an emotion.

Oh.

I see.

"Love" isn't an emotion.

They say it just shows things like "excited," "thrilled," or "nervous."

What you're feeling in the moment.

Right.

How would you even detect love?

Everyone's definition of love is different.

No wonder.

The word "love" always made me feel frustrated.

Everyone keeps going on about love,

so I wondered if I was the only one who didn't know that feeling.

I mean, I understand what it means to long for or miss someone.

But I kept wondering, "What exactly is love?"

"What is love?"

What a huge relief.

Now that I know it doesn't show "love,"

I suddenly feel like I can trust it again.

In that case,

I can roll up my sleeve.

Man, I was so worried

that "love" would suddenly show up…

I mean…

What I mean is…

Like a glitch, you know?

I mean, I guess it's possible

to love someone for a split second, right?

Because we can't control how we feel.

Anyway, there's no "love."

By the way,

can I text you?

Of course.

Can I text you anytime?

Absolutely.

I have no one to talk to now.

- Can I really text you anytime? - Yes, really.

Okay.

You'd better not beat me up again.

How many times do I have to tell you?

I'm not taking it because your punches are stronger.

You stuff your face like that in public too?

WE SELL GIMBAP

EMPLOYMENT HISTORY RECORD BYEON EUN-A, ADMIN ASSISTANT AT CHOI FILM

What's he doing here?

Why do I have a bad feeling about you being here so early?

The doors are opening.

Your official statement was nice and heartfelt.

So what is it?

- Did some other problem come up? - The doors are closing.

Get in.

The doors are closing.

Did you not go home last night?

I did.

Then why is your outfit the same?

It's a different outfit.

- Good morning, Mr. Choi. - Hey.

- Hello. - Hello.

Hello, yourself.

Showing up this early means he's on edge.

Who is he?

The CEO of Oh Jeong-hui's agency.

So?

Did you find her daughter?

Sorry?

Where's your head at?

I asked if you found Oh Jeong-hui's daughter.

Yes.

Then what's with that look?

What is it?

Is her daughter absolutely furious?

Damn, you're making me nervous!

What is it?

No.

She's not furious.

OH JEONG-HUI REFUTES CLAIMS SHE NEGLECTED HER DAUGHTER

"ALTHOUGH MS. OH WAS UNABLE TO BE WITH HER DAUGHTER UNTIL THE END,

SHE SOUGHT TO MAINTAIN THEIR RELATIONSHIP EVEN AFTER THE DIVORCE."

Just beg her to spare you.

Get on your knees if you have to!

The doors are closing.

WEATHER MAKER BY HWANG DONG-MAN

Eun-a sent me her revision notes.

And damn,

she did an amazing job.

It's pissing me off.

There's a mountain of revisions to make,

and she's right about all of it.

Do you look blank now?

This is so damn embarrassing.

Stop crying and come out. I'll treat you to barbecue.

It has to be Jang Mi-ran, no matter what.

I was up all night worrying she'd turn it down right away.

Then I texted her to read my screenplay, and she called right away

and suggested we meet.

With you.

Jang Mi-ran knows me?

I doubt she even knows my name.

She said she saw you arguing with Gyeong-se in front of Agit.

Goodness, has she fallen for me?

Oh boy.

She must hold a lot of resentment toward Park Gyeong-se.

If I had said everything I prepared that day,

it would've been game over.

- Is she okay, by the way? - What do you mean?

About Oh Jeong-hui's real daughter.

I mean,

how's that Jang Mi-ran's problem?

Don't bring it up later, okay?

Why would I do that?

Welcome.

Wait.

Jun-hwan.

Hey.

It's been a while. Good to see you.

I heard you won the grant.

Congratulations.

Oh, it's nothing.

All that hard work paid off.

It's just the beginning.

It's been a while, Dong-man.

Yeah, it has.

I was wondering how you were doing.

I'm doing fine.

What brings you here?

Oh, I'm meeting Gi-yeong here.

I see.

- Excuse me. - Sure.

Hello?

Yes, I see.

Can we go somewhere else?

But we're meeting her here.

Seeing that jerk's face pissed me right off.

I've always thought he was terrible at writing,

even back when I was mentoring him in film school.

I've never seen anyone write so badly and so cowardly.

There's no substance in his writing.

Instead, he obsesses over font styles and line spacing like some pervert.

He's an idiot who puts effort into crap like that.

I got pissed while reading his screenplay.

He's the first bastard to make me think I could commit murder.

I feel attacked.

I'm one of those idiots who obsess over fonts now.

Oh jeez. Have you lost your mind?

When I like the font, I feel like I like the writing more.

Everyone is crazy.

Investing three billion won in a guy like him,

and the production company wanting to make it.

Hye-jin's company is producing it.

I'm just telling you so you won't slip up.

It doesn't matter.

I'm not in The Eight Club anymore.

- Have you been well? - Yeah.

Do you have a producer lined up?

No, not yet.

No producer at Kopark Film fits the schedule.

Producers work back and forth between Choi Film and Kopark Film.

But the only good producer at Choi Film is Producer Hyo-jin.

What do you mean?

There's Producer Byeon Eun-a.

There are lots of capable people.

Well, Producer Byeon Eun-a

hasn't done much to be considered a producer.

What do you mean? She's developed a handful of projects.

Do you know how many she's saved from being thrown out?

That's what I don't like.

It feels like whatever she picks is a dud.

I hear she only goes for stuff that's about to get tossed.

You know, the ones below her level.

Like some kind of underdog solidarity.

No, that's not fair.

Established directors have their own producers in charge.

Producer Byeon is just starting out, so she works with a different pool.

You shouldn't put it like that.

Right, well…

That's just how I see it.

Dong-man,

how come you're not making films?

You think I'm choosing not to?

Hi!

Oh, you're here.

Hello.

What qualifies as a good poem?

The ones experts recommend are all so hard to understand.

A poem…

makes sense once you memorize it.

You won't get it just by reading it.

I've never met anyone who speaks so well but is so bad at filming.

Honestly, I didn't like the screenplay.

I know, right?

He said he'd explain it in person, so I met him.

I almost died laughing that day

because he was so hilarious.

I thought, "Was I wrong about it?"

- I was fooled. - You were fooled.

Everyone does, all the time.

You know the scene where I had to saw my arm off?

Guess how many takes it took.

Cut!

Let's try one more time.

- The emotion's good, but… - Scene 8, shot 7, take 17.

Show me rage in the arm that's still attached,

and sadness in the other. Action!

Cut!

It looks like you're playing the violin.

Cut! Can you add about 10-won worth of sadness?

Cut!

Action!

He said I lacked soul.

Who has a soul when they're sawing their own arm off?

Who in their right mind would saw their arm off?

I kept sawing like I was actually cutting off my own arm.

I kept going until I was half-dead and the sun came up.

Cut.

That's good for now.

Let's call it a day here. Good work, everyone.

- Good job. - Great work today.

Can you get the right side?

It felt like I was missing an arm.

I couldn't feel it.

I really sawed it off

in my head.

After that, I can't really use my left arm anymore.

I'm still like this.

After all that method acting,

Sister Vengeance was roasted online as Tone-deaf Sister Vengeance.

After that, whenever I see a weird scene,

I get pissed because I know it'll make me look like an idiot.

And how many screenplays start off strong but fall flat by the end?

A smart, put-together woman suddenly turns into a moron by the end.

I'd stay up all night wondering

how I could channel my inner moron to play the role.

Then I thought, "Forget it. I'll write one myself."

"I'll write one myself instead of living at the mercy of garbage screenplays."

Why don't you come to my class?

No, I don't want to learn.

Nothing's more boring than formal writing.

I hate hearing about crap like authenticity and story structure.

You just have to write recklessly and perform recklessly.

- You're right. - Right?

- You have to be reckless. - Exactly.

Here's to being reckless.

- Reckless! - Reckless!

Is one guy writing all the screenplays in this country?

How are they all the same?

Then they ask the actor if they can show another side.

- Fetch me a different screenplay, then! - Fetch it.

- Fetch me a drink. - Oh, okay.

"Write your screenplays like that!"

When you said that,

my arm started twitching.

Like a dead person suddenly opening their eyes.

It kept twitching.

You know what Park Gyeong-se's nickname used to be?

What?

"Watermelon Licker."

He just needs to crack into it

and at least give the audience a taste,

but he can't.

He just keeps carefully

licking at it.

Please stop licking it and give us a taste already.

That's what I'm saying.

It's a sweet, juicy watermelon, but he says,

"I can't cut into this. This is the best I can do."

"Let's all give it a lick. You'll feel the juice."

What the hell?

Oh? My goodness.

It's moving again.

It's twitching.

Park Gyeong-se is a bastard Damn Gyeong-se is a bastard

He turns actors into morons

What's my talent?

Licking watermelons

-Licking watermelons -Licking watermelons

Licking watermelons

Licking… Oh!

Holy crap.

Are you trying to scare me with bad news?

Why are you stalling?

She changed her name

from Byeon Si-on to Byeon Eun-a.

- "Eun-a"? - Yes.

And she turned out to be closer than I thought.

She works at…

Choi Film.

I went there just in case,

but no one seemed to know that she's your daughter.

If they knew, I don't think Mr. Choi would have made such a fuss

to find your daughter.

And if he knew she was your daughter,

would he treat her so badly?

It's to the point where you almost wonder if she's unaware of who her mother is.

No one around her has any idea.

She started as a contract admin assistant and then went full-time.

Considering that she worked similar jobs after graduating high school,

I don't think she intentionally joined Choi Film.

That man didn't even send her to college?

Mr. Byeon Jae-su passed away in 2008,

so she lives with her grandmother now.

What grandmother?

Both of her grandmothers have passed away.

The thing is…

Mr. Byeon Jae-su remarried--

I know that.

So…

it's his second wife's…

mother.

She's living with her step-grandmother.

Grandma, put it in here.

They've been living together

since Mr. Byeon remarried when she was 11.

Even after he passed away when she was in middle school,

they continued to live together.

It's not that good. Your gimbap is better.

And her stepmother is in Japan for work.

It's okay, just take a seat. I'll do it.

We need to have her move before reporters find out she's living in such a place

and probably have her cut ties with her grandmother too.

I'll call her and tell her to move out as soon as…

Don't call her.

I don't want anyone calling her.

- I'll do it myself. - Okay.

Where's Mi-ran?

She said she had plans with Director Lee Jun-hwan tonight.

She should be with him right now.

Tell her not to drink and to go home early.

Understood.

I'm on my way now.

Yes, I'm in the car.

She's the one who's in trouble.

Take your time reading this.

- Let's meet up again. Promise? - Okay.

Yes, of course. We promise.

Get home safely.

Have a good night.

- Good night. - Bye!

- See you again! - Okay.

Let's share a taxi. I'll drop you off.

Let's go together!

The 46th Korean Film Awards Best New Director Award goes to…

Hwang Dong-man for Weather Maker!

Hey, Ax.

I hear you'll be working with Hwang Dong-man.

You're on my payroll,

but you're taking work from outside?

You know that many people ask me to review their screenplays.

That doesn't even count as work.

Hwang Dong-man

was under CEO Ko Hye-jin's wing for ten years before she gave up.

You think she gave up because she's not as good as you?

For the love of god, Ax.

Stop digging through other people's trash.

You only review screenplays that are seconds from the shredder.

I bet you only support the underdog team when you watch sports.

You think your workplace is where you build your humanity?

You think that's what I'm paying you for?

If we only work with directors who have already proven themselves,

who will discover the breakout rookie directors?

You don't have to do that!

People who have money just focus on those who are a sure bet.

Only people with no money go around digging through trash.

When you get to my age,

you can just tell at a glance

who's going to make it and who won't.

There's no such thing as a tragic genius or a hidden expert.

Money just follows people who are destined to make money.

They can't hide from it even if they wanted to.

Do you see me hiding?

So stop rummaging through trash!

Throw them all out.

How frustrating.

Why would a successful director work with small fries like us?

I don't get it.

I can't credit you as a writer. I'll list you as a development producer.

That's the best I can do.

Are you kidding me?

Stop leaving me on read,

or else I'll show up at your place and turn it upside down.

I wish I had an older brother.

A crazy-ass older brother.

The wedding is right around the corner.

I need a straight answer on whether you've booked someone or not.

I've called you dozens of times.

What are you going to do?

I bragged to the in-laws

that a famous singer would perform the wedding song.

Am I supposed to tell them it's not happening anymore?

I'll lose face!

You've been in that industry for 20 years, and you have no one to ask?

WEATHER MAKER

MA JAE-YEONG, YOU PIECE OF SHIT

MA JAE-YEONG'S "KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK" AWARDED KFA'S GRANT

…A PSYCHOLOGICAL FANTASY THAT OPENS A THOUSAND DOORS…

A THOUSAND DOORS

Can you get me Ma Jae-yeong's screenplay?

He'll show it to you if you ask.

Or maybe you can ask Hye-jin.

I just need to check something.

That piece of shit.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

For as long as I can remember,

I've never seen people as just people. I saw them as masses.

Masses of emotion.

PEOPLE ARE ALL… MASSES OF EMOTION

You seem like someone

who's got all thousand doors wide open.

JI-WON: (MUTTERING) A THOUSAND DOORS…

Don't you think we should meet?

Why?

Just tell me over the phone.

If you don't come out, I'm going to Ko Hye-jin.

Want me to do that?

Fucking hell.

Fucking what?

I should be the one swearing, you bastard.

Have you ever seen someone who's got all thousand doors wide open?

Mine are all open.

You're in real trouble, you punk.

Forcing myself to read your writing back in the day has finally paid off.

So this is how I catch you, huh?

I told you, didn't I?

When you read someone's work, you can see right through them.

Like what they're thinking,

what kind of person they are, or how they've lived.

So tell me this.

Why am I seeing Byeon Eun-a in your writing?

Because we dated.

I dated Byeon Eun-a.

I know, you bastard! I can see it in your writing!

But why isn't she credited on the screenplay?

Do I have to credit every little help I got from someone I was dating?

Writing is like blood, so you can't transfuse it unless it's the same type.

It clots and tangles.

Your screenplay clearly has two people with different blood types in it.

Sharp and precise Byeon Eun-a,

and dull, old-fashioned Ma Jae-yeong.

I could go through your screenplay and precisely pick out who wrote what,

without making a single mistake.

Want me to do that?

You think I'm the only one who can tell?

I'll bet my life Ko Hye-jin knows too.

You stole from someone you shouldn't have.

You stole from a genius, you bastard.

You stole from someone who shines like a jewel.

Someone so unmistakably bright there's no way you wouldn't know it's her.

But what did you say?

You don't like her work?

She only goes for duds about to get tossed?

You call that manners?

Unlike you, that shining woman

sets aside her own greed and desire

and picks up the ones that are about to get scrapped.

Isn't it remarkable that she uses her talent

for what others would toss out?

- You should put her on a pedestal! - Goddamn it!

Save your lecture until you've proven yourself.

You know what I realized when you gave me so much crap?

"I see. I remind this guy of himself."

"He hates himself right now."

You despised me for being as incompetent as you

and belittled me.

You really think

I'm still as incompetent as you?

DIRECTOR HWANG DONG-MAN

You said you'd text me.

Thank you.

Thanks to you,

my watch turned green for the first time today.

Same here.

Mine just turned green for the first time today too.

Jeez, who is it?

My goodness.

Hello?

Are you sleeping?

Yeah.

Okay, go back to sleep.

It's better that you sleep.

Just listen as you sleep.

Yeong-su.

What?

Why are you answering? Go back to sleep.

Just go to sleep.

I'll just talk to myself.

This is embarrassing, so I'll talk to myself.

Go back to sleep.

Yeong-su.

Nobody knows about this.

Not even Hye-jin.

It's a secret I'm taking to my grave.

THE LUSTFUL BOTTLE OPENER

You know my debut film, The Lustful Bottle Opener?

That was actually…

about Dong-man.

When we lived together back in college,

he came home totally wasted one day.

He said he'd given a bottle opener as a gift to a girl he liked,

but he saw it on Cheol-ho's fridge and totally lost it.

He said he tore the door off the fridge.

He was drunk and rambling on and on,

and I wanted to write it all down.

Because everything he said as he was flipping out was hilarious.

I lay down to go to sleep,

but scenes started unfolding before my eyes.

A lackey in a gang

gave a bottle opener as a gift to a woman he liked…

Monte Cristo.

…but sees it on his boss's fridge.

I knew it'd be a hit.

I wrote it in three days.

After that, I couldn't sleep because it was too good.

I kept thinking, "This is Dong-man's story."

"What if he says he wants to write it himself?"

But that idiot…

didn't remember anything.

He was so drunk that he blacked out.

I've been on pins and needles ever since.

Even during the premiere,

I was afraid he'd suddenly remember while watching it.

Goddamn it.

I hoped he'd just die in an accident.

That's when I started

to act snarky toward him.

You already know…

I'm sick of hearing

that my debut film is my best work.

Whenever I hear that…

But if Dong-man suddenly gets his debut,

and his film is actually good…

Then…

That'd make me nothing.

That's why…

I wished that the bastard would never debut.

I hoped he'd just disappear.

Dong-man

never showed it in front of you,

but he really liked The Lustful Bottle Opener.

He liked it so much

that he said he could almost kiss you.

He said he wanted to make a film like it before he died.

That's how much he loved it.

Were you awake?

Why aren't you sleeping?

Jeez, why aren't you sleeping?

There's no need to be so on edge.

We all use other people's stories all the time.

Even if you had told Dong-man, he wouldn't have made it work.

How many good stories has he let slip by?

If he just wrote about his own stories,

he'd have made three or four films by now.

He doesn't realize how good his stories are

and keeps trying to force something out.

Gyeong-se.

It must've been really hard for you.

That was a beautiful confession.

You deserve a round of applause.

HWANG DONG-MAN AND HIS BROTHER NOT ALLOWED

Is there anyone here

who hasn't written about Dong-man?

Ki-ri.

The troublemaking brother-in-law in X-Family is Dong-man, right?

Seung-tae.

In You Drive Me Crazy,

the idiot loan shark is Dong-man, right?

Whenever Dong-man talks, everyone's eyes light up

at the thought of using it later.

You know this. I know this.

We all do.

Hey, Woo Seung-tae.

You just openly take notes on your phone.

That day when he went from ER to ER,

threw up, and made a scene trying to fish out a 500-won coin.

You really think no one will write about it?

Hey, Gyeong-se.

That story about the National Stress Management Department.

Can you finish that without Dong-man?

I want you to think about

how many ideas he's given us while driving us up the wall.

Just think.

Now tell me…

if we should still get rid of him.

We're all relieved because he's so clueless

and doesn't even realize we're using him.

But we still feel guilty,

so we get snarky with him.

Am I wrong?

Do you think you can come up with ideas without Dong-man?

Okay, then.

Do I get to have Hwang Dong-man to myself?

Huh?

Fine.

Starting today, I'm his best friend.

Everything that happens to him is mine to write about.

You can't use any of them without my permission.

Come on, Yeong-su.

That's not how you end a scene.

You know I'm not good at endings.

I've already revised the ending 27 times.

Whatever.

In any case,

Hwang Dong-man is mine.

I'm old and don't have any ideas.

Hwang Dong-man…

Hwang Dong-man is mine.

Why aren't you saying anything?

Not you.

I'm sure you have a lot to say.

I'm against it.

I'm against Director Hwang rejoining The Eight Club.

I don't want him seeing anyone but me.

Why?

You want him for yourself too?

Yes.

I want him all to myself

and then give everything back to him.

So he can see…

how brilliant he really is.

Why didn't you tell me you've got a girl?

What?

I told you I'd lift the ban when you get a girlfriend.

It's a one-way crush.

Hey, don't spread any rumors.

If Eun-a finds out…

Don't, okay? I'm serious.

It's not one-sided.

She's openly taking your side.

You're no longer banned.

HWANG DONG-MAN AND HIS BROTHER NOT ALLOWED

Goodness me.

That idiot better not go up there and sing himself.

I'll drag him off the stage.

Please welcome the guest singer with a big round of applause.

Now,

the wedding song.

I'd like to congratulate

Director Hwang Dong-man's cousin, Ms. Lee Ye-rin,

and her groom, Mr. Kim Sin-yeong, on their wedding.

I'd also like to thank Director Hwang Dong-man

for healing my arm that got injured while filming Sister Vengeance.

Director Hwang,

don't forget I'm first in line for your next amazing screenplay.

Now for the wedding song.

Excuse me, just a moment We're still strangers for now

But soon enough We'll be an addictive game

This feeling I'm feeling right now Like it's connecting us

Like ice cream that's melting away

Right now, this feels like a dream

You and me, dancing together

The feeling is so incredible It's like art

Ooh-eh-oh, ooh-eh-oh, ooh-eh-oh

I'm not even hoping for success.

I just want to make one film.

So I can overcome this feeling of worthlessness, even just a little.

WE ARE ALL TRYING HERE

I should've fallen in love.

Who knew I had such a powerful engine inside me?

I should've fallen in love.

Byeon Eun-a can revive dead scripts, and now she's backing Hwang Dong-man.

Think this through.

Another person came forward.

There's even a photo from when she was young.

Excuse me. Please answer Ms. Oh Jeong-hui's call.

Forget it. I'll tell them myself.

On live TV, in front of the whole country.

They showed the same pattern as you again.

I've never gotten an "unknown."

Why does…

Why does that person feel that way?

Subtitle translation by: Jenny Kim