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WE ARE ALL TRYING HERE

Why did you want to make a film
about the weather?

I don't know.

I have a feeling,

but I can't explain it.

I like that phrase.

"I can't explain it."

You're the first person I've met
who said they like the phrase,

"I can't explain it."

For over-explainers
who have to put everything into words,

hearing that something can't be explained
is probably scary.

But I find myself

waking up when I hear someone admit

they can't explain something.

"Of course, you can't explain it."

"How do you translate abstract thoughts
into concrete words?"

So that's what it was.

The gap between abstract thoughts

and concrete words.

Those two

will never meet,
even if they circle the Earth 20 times.

Even so,

may I try to explain

why I wanted to make a movie
about the weather?

I find myself
wanting to explain it to someone

who knows the limits of language.

Okay.

It's just

a feeling.

When I watch snow falling heavily

or anything similar…

I feel myself

thinning out.

You see,

I'm the kind of person
who's entirely absorbed in myself.

I want to cover the whole world with me.

I want everyone to know my story.

So I keep talking

and talking.

Then when it snows

or when rain comes down in sheets,

I thin out.

But it's not a bad thing.

A part of me
wants to cover the whole world with me,

and a part of me wants to thin out.

I think both exist in me.

Inside me,

there's Yeong-sil,
who wants to live an easygoing life,

and there's Byeon Eun-a,
who wants to swing blades of revenge.

Is it like that?

That's right.

"Thinning out."

I like that phrase.

Has your nosebleed

thinned out?

It disappeared a while ago.

How's the weather today?

Does it make you thin out?

I'm thinning out severely.

The traffic is terrible,

so I'm completely stuck.

I'm getting a call.

I should answer it.

Right, I'll hang up now.

Be careful driving in the snow.

I will.

H-H-H-Hello?

This is 911.

- H-H-How far along a-a-are you?
- We're on our way.

There was an accident on the way,
so we're taking a detour.

You're okay, right?

I-I-I-I'm… I'm really cold right now.

- Can I turn on the engine?
- No, sir.

Starting the car could cause a fire.

- Curl up as tight as you can.
- Okay.

Please hang in there. We'll be there soon.

Look, I…

I'm not…

making these noises on purpose.

My whole body is shaking on its own.

How are my knees dancing like this?

Are you sure…

I can't turn on the engine?

Okay, please hurry.

Hello?

Is anyone out there?

BY MA JAE-YEONG, YEONG-SIL

MA JAE-YEONG

I-I-I-I can't…

take a call right now.

L-L-L-Let's talk later.

Damn it.

I added Byeon Eun-a's pseudonym
in the screenplay,

so don't go around talking about it,
and keep your mouth shut.

I'm warning you.

If you go around running your mouth,
I won't just stand by.

This little punk…

- Yes?
- I know, you bastard!

It's Yeong-sil!

You rude bastard!

What? "Keep your mouth shut"?

Why do I have to keep my mouth shut?

How am I supposed to do that?

Hey!

I've never kept my mouth shut in my life!

What? What did you say?

I'm not following.

"I'm so sorry!"

"Please forgive me for being a coward
and only listing her pseudonym!"

You bastard!

That's what you should've said, asshole!

Why should I speak respectfully to you?

Think about how you treated me.

Do you know how much crap I took from you?

I'm thankful for one thing, though.

My blood boils whenever I think of you.

It made me think,
"Damn it, I have to succeed

so I can crush those worthless scumbags
and pathetic nobodies

and shut them up for good."

So I clenched my teeth
and fought my way to the top.

The thing is,

I know what kind of person you are.

You want others to fail like you,

so the second someone starts rising,

you rip into them and drag them down.

But guess what?

Your words can't drag me down.

But you can go ahead and try.

Or how about this?

Don't hold back and just come up here.

I'll treat you with respect
when you do, okay?

You don't even have the balls
to make it up here.

I'm going to make it up there,
you bastard!

Just wait, you son of a bitch!

Just you wait!

Sir!

Are you okay?

Kim, grab the gear!

EMERGENCY SERVICES

I'm hot.

Sir, please lie down.

Just lie down.

But I'm really hot.

- Hey, take his temperature.
- I'm hot.

- Yes, sir.
- I'm hot.

I almost died today.

It snowed like crazy in Yangpyeong,

and the car started skidding.

Holy shit.

It kept skidding in slow motion.

Who knew slow motion was so scary?

I was fighting for my life,
upside down in a -20° snowfield,

when that asshole Ma Jae-yeong
pissed me off.

I was determined to make it out alive.

Everyone's asleep.

Let's talk tomorrow.

Go ahead and sleep.
You can read this in the morning.

I have to finish what I was saying.

I imagined an insanely hot summer day.

I was super focused.

I'm not lying when I say
that it made me sweat.

I was sweating at -20°.

I couldn't believe it actually worked.

People can do things
when they're pushed to the limit.

But you know what's even crazier?

I must've imagined too hard
because I'm still sweating.

I can't shut off this heat inside me.

Hey, Dong-man!

Hwang Dong-man!

Let's move up!

That damn bastard is at it again!

You've got to be kidding me.

He sent 300 messages.
You'd think a war broke out or something.

Why can't he just send it all
in one long message?

Why does he send them line by line?
It's a pain to delete them.

Seriously.

When can I finally stop hearing from him?

When can I finally stop hearing you
talk crap about him while we eat?

Whether it's 300 or 900 messages,

just go, "Oh, he's at it again,"
and move on.

I told you time and time again

that anyone trashing an idiot
for being an idiot is an idiot too!

Idiot best friends.

You two won't split up.

Ormy and Gasmy.

Even your nicknames
come from the same cheap word.

Do you know how hard I worked
to split you two up?

You two are soulmates.

You'll never split up.

Just keep living like that.

Keep talking crap about Hwang Dong-man,

keep proving you're just like him,

and keep living as his soulmate.

You're saying this works?

Good morning.

- Good morning.
- Good morning, Ms. Ko.

CEO KO HYE-JIN

Good morning, Mr. Choi.

I'm following up to see if the screenplay
I asked you to forward to Mr. Noh

has been passed along.

I apologize for messaging you
while you're busy,

but I'm reaching out again
because it's urgent.

It's imperative
that we cast him in this movie.

The doors are opening.

- Hi.
- Hello, sir.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Hi.

Hey, Ax.

Did you read the screenplay
sent from Kopark Film?

- Yes.
- How is it?

It's good.

That's it?

Do you not know how to elaborate?

Should I pass this on or not?
Give it to me straight.

Would Noh Kang-sik say yes?

Or would he curse me out for this?

I think it's a shame

that a big company like ours
can't take part in it

because it's a project
funded by the government.

The storyline is genuinely terrifying
and completely blindsides you.

There's no buildup and tension.

It breaks all the basic rules of horror

and pushes forward, full throttle.

When it's released,
people will hesitate before opening doors,

wondering what might be on the other side.

It's the second-best screenplay
I've read this year.

It'll blow the minds of veteran directors.

Give it to me.

Come on, give me the screenplay.

Excuse me, Eun-a.

Can we talk?

Why did you agree to it?

Why did you agree to Mr. Choi telling you
to drop out of my film?

I'm not okay with it.

You could've told him
that you'd discuss it with me first.

Would that have worked?

I enjoy watching people

who walk all over me.

I think to myself, "Just wait."

"I'll make sure you end up embarrassed."

I'm going to be very successful, you see.

Very.

CHEONGRAM WRITING ACADEMY

Fix your printer already,

instead of coming here all the time
to print out stuff.

You know what?

I'll still come here to teach
even after I debut and blow up.

I won't change.

It's fine if you change,
so please make it big.

I'm begging you.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
BY MA JAE-YEONG, YEONG-SIL

This screenplay is insane.

You finally get to see the light of day.

WOW, WHAT'S THAT?

It's amazing, right?

Tonight sound good?

NODS

CEO KO

Hey, it's me.

Keep a room open tonight.

Noh Kang-sik will be coming.

Tonight?

Thank you.

I was worried
I was bothering you too much.

Thank you so much.

Yes, I'll see you later.

Jun-hwan, I have a favor to ask.

Make sure Dong-man stays away

from Agit today.

Goddamn it.

You're kidding me.

What the heck?

- Group chat!
- This is the group chat.

- This is the group chat.
- Oh no. What do I do?

THE EIGHT CLUB

Where's "delete"?

DELETE MESSAGE
DELETE FOR EVERYONE

My goodness.

THIS MESSAGE HAS BEEN DELETED

WEATHER MAKER
BY HWANG DONG-MAN

CEO KO HYE-JIN

- Hello.
- Hello.

So anyway…

Noh Kang-sik is coming.

She's trying to cast him
for Jae-yeong's film.

Hello.

And she knows
you're not on good terms with him.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Wow, losses from voice phishing
reach a trillion won a year.

That's scary.

Can I ask you a favor?

Huh? What is it?

You can say no.

What is it?

Would it be okay

if I registered my grandma's address
at your place?

What?

Seriously, you can say no.

Oh goodness.

Let's go to the hospital.

So what if I'm falling apart?

If we can fix you before that happens,
we should get you fixed up.

If we don't,
I'll have to carry you on my back.

Don't be silly.

You always carried me on your back.

I was in elementary school,

so why did you carry me around?

I loved carrying kids on my back.

It felt comforting
to feel warmth on my back.

I wish I could've carried you on my back
when you were a baby.

Yes?

Two rolls of gimbap, please.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Here you go.

- You're here.
- Hello.

It's been a while.

You're still as sexy as ever.

Watch it.

Where's Mr. Choi?

- He'll be here in about ten minutes.
- Yes.

Okay. Let's head inside.

Thanks.

Hey.

What's wrong with movies
and dramas these days?

They're boring.

Is it just me?

I hear even the editors
are losing their minds while editing

because everything's boring.

In the past, there were at least
a couple of fun releases every year.

But now, everything feels factory-made

and basically the same.

How did this happen?

Everyone is getting anxious.

Don't get anxious.

I miss movies

where people talk normally.

Is he here?

Hey.

Salute!

What do you think?

Amazing, right?

Nice.

Let's open it in an hour.

It only takes an hour to read.

Let's drink first and read after.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
BY MA JAE-YEONG, YEONG-SIL

The title is really lame, right?

But the content is really awesome.

If you miss out on this,
you'll regret it forever.

As soon as I read this…

My heart's still pounding.

I messaged you as soon as I read it
so that no one could snatch it up.

There's never been a character like this
in South Korea,

and there never will be.

You'll thank me after you read it.

Thank me?

Just don't bow to me.

Oh, please.

Have I ever tricked you
with something like this?

Where's the director?

You didn't call Ma Jae-yeong?

The director should be here!
Tell him to hurry over.

Okay.

It's me.

Where are you?

Hey, the meat is done. Eat some.

Does Noh Kang-sik
still beat up younger actors?

I heard when a junior acts well,
he takes them outside and beats them,

then pressures the director
not to use that take.

With so many people hit,
it's a miracle he hasn't been canceled.

If a top-tier actor gets canceled,
then everyone is screwed.

There's no one besides Noh Kang-sik
who can fill theaters these days.

How did Ma Jae-yeong get so lucky?

He's working with Noh Kang-sik
in his debut film.

What am I going to do?

I feel sick to my stomach.

It really hurts.

When someone does well,

I really feel sick to my stomach.

Jeez, my stomach.

How can someone be so…

one-dimensional?

I can't believe your stomach hurts
when you're jealous.

You punk, you were the same way
when we debuted.

You practically
lived in the bathroom for days.

We wouldn't care if we did well.

Who here had a successful debut film?

We all tanked.

I'm even jealous that you tanked.

I'm even jealous that you get slammed
for making a bad movie.

Guys like me,
who've never been in the ring before,

get jealous of stories
about getting slammed and tanking.

I wish…

I could get slammed too. Jeez, my stomach.

You piss me off the most, you asshole.

When everyone was debuting
one after another

and only the two of us were left,

we spent so many nights
trashing everyone in The Eight Club.

You blew me off the second you debuted,

along with the others.

You still blow me off. Do you know that?

- Hey, that's enough.
- I can't.

I can't eat or drink anymore.

Jeez, my stomach.

Wait up. I'll drive you home.

It's okay. I'll just go on my own.

You said your stomach hurts!

Did we commit a crime or something?

Can we stop coddling
Hwang Dong-man already?

Put yourself in his shoes, you punk.

If you were the last one left
without debuting,

wouldn't this situation sting?

Even the junior he used to belittle

is about to move ahead of him.

He's experiencing

the sorrow of the survivor,
you little jerk.

- Welcome.
- It's fun.

Hey.

Hey!

Knock, knock.

Hey.

Are you done reading?

What do you think? It's amazing, right?

How did I end up with a life like this?

A life where I'm first to get
a good screenplay.

Who's the director again?

Hey, Director Ma!

Come in.

Introduce yourself.

Nice to meet you.

My name is Ma Jae-yeong.

Nice to meet you.

I can tell from a handshake

whether you're a man of substance or not.

Nicely done.

Take a seat.

Okay.

Please let it slide today.

Fighting won't get you two anywhere.

One thing I'll give you is that

you don't associate with indecent people.

So why Ma Jae-yeong?

Am I dating him or something?

My revised draft turned out really well.

I wanted to give it to you first,

but I don't think I can do that

with Ma Jae-yeong nearby.

Dealing with two people who clash
means I won't die a natural death.

Dealing with you and Park Gyeong-se
aged me by ten years back then.

If I die,
you'll find holy relics in my remains.

You know, I always take a backseat.

Ten years ago,
I took a backseat to Park Gyeong-se.

Now, I'm taking a backseat
to Ma Jae-yeong.

Dong-man.

Listen carefully to the facts.

You both applied for the same grant,
but Ma Jae-yeong got it, and you didn't.

The judges selected his screenplay
by unanimous decision.

Do you want a list of the judges?

Jae-yeong's screenplay

is good.

He didn't see anyone for years

and clenched his teeth so hard
while writing that five fell out.

You can tell he treated it
like his last chance

and gave it his all.

You're free to hate whoever you want,

but don't ruin something
someone poured everything into.

- It'll end in a killing.
- Yeong-sil probably wrote it!

Not that I know who Yeong-sil is.

- Recognizing talent is also a talent.
- I see.

Like the way Gyeong-se leans on you?

I was just as good as Gyeong-se.

If you had backed me
the way you backed Gyeong-se,

I would've made it already.

Aren't you embarrassed

that people trash his films?

Why, that little…

You know what?

I respect Park Gyeong-se.

He keeps writing

and keeps creating.

He takes the ridicule and keeps going.

He cries for days
with tears and snot running down his face.

Then he steps into the ring again.

He gets pummeled again, thinking,

"Maybe one day,
I'll be able to fight for real and win."

He gets his ass kicked
but keeps getting back into the ring.

You think people only watch movies, right?

They see and sense energy too and think,

"Wow, he's really trying to
see this through to the end."

But you?

You won't make it to the end.

From now on,

don't trash Park Gyeong-se in front of me.

Hey, you know what?

- I can die happy today.
- Good.

I have you by my side.

Good, good.

- Thank you so much, Kang-sik!
- Not at all.

I'm heading out.

- Good night.
- Take this.

Thank you.

Hello.

Can I get a handshake?

Please shake my hand once
and see what I'm like.

Okay.

Relax your grip.

Do you always shake hands like this?

Wait, wait, I give up.

My wrist!

Wait a second!

Build your core strength.

I'm off.

- Get home safely!
- Thanks.

Good night!

Jeez.

Learn some restraint.

How can someone not know when to refrain?

Please refrain!

From giving me a lecture.

That idiot.

If you keep that up,
you'll be attending your own funeral!

There should be lines
that make an actor come alive,

but I didn't see a single one.

All right.

Try revising it one more time.

Let's hear it.

Why are you refusing the money
and the house?

I changed my grandmother's address.

Even if reporters find out about her,

they won't come to our home.

So what?

You're just going to keep living there?

Even if the chances are slim

that people find out you're my daughter…

I'm asking you to live in a way
that won't make me look bad.

Is it just that
you don't want to do it for me?

Do you just want me to catch backlash?

I'm not asking for anything difficult.

Everyone would love to have a nice house
and nice clothes.

And while we're at it,
you might as well date a more decent guy.

Hwang Dong-man is a decent man.

By your standards.

Of course, I'd date someone
based on my standards.

Do you expect me to date someone
based on yours?

What's so decent about him?

I'm curious.

What makes him decent?

I feel safe with him.

He'd be crying in pain,
then shake it off and bounce back.

It hits me.

"Oh, it's possible
to bounce back like that."

"But why am I still struggling…

with what happened in the past?"

Watching him gives me strength

and gives me hope
that I can bounce back like that one day.

I'm not sure that day
will ever come, though.

Giving me money
and dictating how I spend it

is crossing the line.

Do you think I need clothes?

My grandma's the one who saved me
when I was barely hanging on.

After Dad died, I got nosebleeds,
fearing I'd be abandoned again.

She'd tell me, "I'm not going anywhere."

"I won't leave you."

She reassured me
while she fed and clothed me.

When I have money,
I'm going to treat her to good food.

If there's a machine
that'll make her healthy,

I'll sell everything I own
to put her in that machine.

If I can spend your money like that,
I'll take it.

Go ahead. Spend it as you wish.

You think your past is some kind of
badge of honor?

You think your pain
is something to flaunt about?

What about the nine-year-old Oh Jeong-hui,

who grew up in a family
that bought rice in plastic bags

and once stood crying under the eaves
after one burst in the rain,

unable to go home?

What if her first memory

is of her drunk father
slamming a kitchen knife into the table?

I've never said anything like this before.

I hate even the thought
of bringing this up.

What is it to you
that you cherish it so much?

You act as if it's a precious memory!

Pain?

Do you know what real pain is?

It's when your dad
went back to his first love!

Should we get going?

What did Ms. Ko Hye-jin say?

Did she read your screenplay?

I didn't give it to her.

Why not?

She said she won't work with me.

Why?

She said she can't handle
two people who clash.

You see,

I'm not on good terms with Ma Jae-yeong.

Is it okay

if I talk trash?

Yeong-sil, you little brat.

Why did you pour everything into it?

Do talented people just dump their talent
anywhere without holding back?

Do ideas just keep coming?

Why did you waste your talent
on a jerk like him?

Why are you letting that jerk use you?

That's why you get nosebleeds.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

I think I lost my mind for a second.

Wait, Eun-a.

I'm so sorry.

Eun-a.

Do you hold back when you date someone?

Is that how you've been dating people?

If you get used, then so be it.

Do you set a daily limit on getting used?

You should give everything you can
and then more, even if it kills you!

Eun-a.

Hello?

Tell me a funny story.

Thank you.

I know you have one.

Why didn't you tell me about the accident?

Because I wanted to be cool.

If that were my last call with you,

I wanted to be cool.

What do you think?

The moment

you start using words like

"death," "grief," or "pain" in a poem,

it's no good.

Since you absolutely refuse
to give a lecture,

they asked me to arrange a meal with you.

They all say they're your fans, Jin-man.

Come on, help me save face.

We've heard so much from the professor.

He said you were unrivaled in grad school.

People who write good poetry

usually struggle to write a good thesis,

but he said yours was exceptional.

Why aren't you writing?

Many people are waiting
for your poetry book.

I like your poems because they're simple.

They're simple, but powerful.

It makes me wonder
how something so simple can hit so deeply.

It's not actually simple.

When it's carefully refined,
it just feels natural.

My poem goes downhill
the moment I start polishing it.

It's not as good as the first.

How do you get good at refining writing?

Have you seen Hwang Sol-mae's latest book?

His poetry reminds me of yours,
Mr. Hwang.

They're simple and straightforward.

That kind of poetry isn't simple.
It's just bad.

I can't believe poetry books like that
sell tens of thousands of copies.

I heard you read
the entire dictionary three times.

Can you tell me which one it is?

There are so many publishers, you see.

What's your purpose?

What's your purpose in going as far as
reading a whole dictionary to write?

Well, obviously,

it's to write good poetry.

I said purpose, not goal.

What comes after, "You wrote well"?

Is there really a purpose in this?

You just write because you want to,

the way you eat when you're hungry.

You eat because if you don't, you'll die.

Will you die if you don't write?

You can't write a diary

unless you can imagine

someone reading it someday.

It's the hope of being read.

All writing begins
with the hope of being read.

That disgusting hope…

to be seen.

I know a poet…

who lost their child

and turned to alcohol.

One day, a brilliant line of poetry
came to them,

and they scribbled it down on paper.

That's how the poet came to write

what critics still consider
their best poem.

But afterward…

they quit writing poetry.

Their child was gone…

yet they got excited
over a brilliant line of poetry,

and it disgusted them.

That's beautiful.

What's beautiful?

Which part do you find beautiful?

Their child is gone, and they get excited
over a line of poetry?

How is that beautiful?!

Jin-man!

I'll drive you back.

Jin-man!

On clear days, I remember the words,
"I'll come and get you"

A child and their mother

A dog and its owner

A window filling with light

It's Sunday

People pass by

I hope they're on their way
To pick someone up

Or on their way to meet someone

Because they're two different places

Because it'll be different from this place

I believe they are

How much was it again?

The money you got from the KFA.

Three billion won.

That's not much.

Return it.

Excuse me?

Just return

that money.

Ms. Ko.

Let's produce this ourselves.

We'll bring in a top-tier cast,

lock it in as a tentpole
for the second half of next year,

and scale it big

to cash in big.

I'll guarantee at least triple the profit
Kopark Film would make going solo.

This is so sudden.

What would we tell the KFA?

We can make up some excuse.

Maybe say the director
decided to back out or something.

If I fall out with the KFA,
I'll never get government-funded projects.

Come on, why are you trying to
survive off something like that?

You're looking at a deal that could
wipe out your debt and get you a building,

so why are you aiming small,

especially when you always
worry about payroll?

Is this about moral purity?

It's time for Kopark Film

to level up.

I'll take you to the next level.

We'll split the profits

nine to one.

The one I'm carving out for you

will be worth far more than anything
Kopark Film would pull in solo.

I guarantee it!

The thought alone makes you smile, right?

Let's be honest.

What have you done?

Ma Jae-yeong worked his ass off
to win the grant,

and he chose your company,
so you got everything handed to you.

I think…

we'll take it from here.

And we don't need Noh Kang-sik.

The director said he'd work with me.

Of course, I'd choose Kopark Film.

I'm excited to be here.

When I asked how he felt about
working with Choi Film instead…

he said he'd be grateful.

Look, the odds are already
stacked against you.

Just take my offer.

I'll make you money.

Let's make some money, Pro Ko!

All right.

I'm sure you've heard
that I started out as a journalist.

Yes, of course.

I wasn't sure I could make it in film,
so I started as a broadcast journalist.

During my probation period,

I had to hunt for stories everywhere,
including police stations.

There was a day

when I couldn't find anything.

When I called to say there was nothing,
my boss asked,

"Where are you?
What do you see right now?"

I said, "A university hospital."

They told me to go inside, so I did.

And they said,
"Go inside the funeral hall."

"Who died?"

I said, "They're all ordinary people."

Then my boss asked,
"Do you see any unusual deaths?"

There was one young child.

And they said, "Go inside."

"Go inside and ask the parents
how the kid died."

I started swearing.

"I said I can't do it,
you fucking bastard!"

"I won't do this shit, asshole."

"I'm going to do something fun."

"Something really fun."

"I'm going to make something so fun
even grieving parents will be

doubled over laughing, you bastard!"

And then

I quit.

I joined this industry
to do something fun,

but the same kind of scumbag is here,
like at the news desk back then.

I'm going to live a fun life.

And I'm cutting ties with you,
you dirty scumbag.

You can have it all.

Knock yourself out.

Come on, Ms. Ko.

You can't do business
by acting on your feelings.

My grandmother used to say
cooking while angry makes food taste bad.

She always pressed her palms together
before cooking.

When she was feeling good,
she'd grab a radish from the garden

and whip together a soup.

And it was delicious
even though it was a simple recipe!

Feelings?

They matter!

I make movies with that in mind,

so people watching feel good too!

Thank you for everything.

You have a long way to go.

That temper of yours
is why you can't make money.

Who the hell in this country
goes into filmmaking to make money?

You do it for fun!

After quitting,

I went home and bawled.

Then I got a text from Park Gyeong-se.

He sent me a screenplay

and asked me to read it.

I sent you a screenplay. Can you read it?

The screenplay I read

was The Lustful Bottle Opener.

THE LUSTFUL BOTTLE OPENER

Then I called him and said…

Gyeong-se.

I love you.

When you see something really good,

the words "I love you" just slip out.

What happened to the man

who used to write words…

that could make a crying woman…

burst into laughter?

That man is dead.

So what's the best screenplay
you've read this year?

You said Knock knock knock
was the second-best.

So what's the best?

Weather Maker.

What maker?

Weather.

The one by Director Hwang Dong-man.

Goodness gracious.

The revision turned out well.

It's on a whole new level
from the first draft.

Listen carefully.

There are many types of abilities.

A director with an amazing blueprint
can have so-so results.

A director with a so-so blueprint
can bring decent results.

Now, what does this mean?

It means writing isn't even one-tenth
of a director's abilities.

What matters most
is the ability to deliver.

Someone who can handle 200 unruly people,
grit their teeth, and hit the finish line.

Why launch a ship that's going to sink?

First floor.

Jeez.

I'm the only one who's kind enough
to tell you this.

I'm teaching you a lot.

Hey, Hwang Dong-man.

I saw you took a nice crap online.

What was it again?

"Exposing Choi Film's exploitation
of small, powerless production companies."

If you did something wrong,
you have to accept the backlash.

You know what incompetent people
in this field have in common?

It's that

they don't even consider

that this might not be their path.

Capable people
think about it countless times.

But incompetent people don't.

Why? Because they've never
had to stake their lives on anything.

Only people who have pushed themselves
to their limits and truly faced them

can say the words,

"Maybe this isn't my path."

Am I wrong?

People like you
who spend their lives just dabbling…

Whatever.

Even if your path is long and rough,
keep dabbling your way through it.

A few days ago,

something happened to me.

Man, I'm bored already.
Do I have to listen to this?

I listened to you, so now it's your turn.

My car flipped over on a snowy road,
and I couldn't get out.

I couldn't even turn on the engine
because I was afraid it might explode,

so I just sat there shivering.

And then I imagined
a scorching hot summer day.

I'd read somewhere that it works,

and it actually did.

Even at -20°, I was sweating.

As you can see, I'm still sweating.

Go see a doctor.

But I often catch myself
practicing acceptance speeches.

I don't do it on purpose.

It happens while I'm brushing my teeth
or riding the bus.

If I'm still sweating
from briefly imagining something,

will the acceptance speech
I've practiced for 20 years

just scatter like dust in the wind?

You're really messed up.

You should see a psychiatrist
while you're at the hospital.

And delete that post
if you don't want to get sued.

I'm not deleting it.

Delete it, you idiot!

You're practicing acceptance speeches
for when you get famous,

and you post crap like that online?

You can get canceled over an old post.

Delete it, you idiot.

I did it because nobody else can!

I did it because everyone's afraid
of a piece of trash like him!

You punk, I've had enough of this.

"A piece of trash"?

Who wants napa cabbage?

Is he a thug?

Jeez.

Your trunk.

I'm good, thanks.

Open it.

I live alone, so no thanks.

I said open it.

Take two.

- That's it.
- That's it?

- What? 20 billion won?
- Yeah.

Jeez, what's the break-even point, then?

Why would you invest so much money
in a piece of crap like that?

It has no substance.

They're doing everything they can
to cover it up with mise-en-scène.

My goodness.

Now, mise-en-scène sucks too.

And there isn't a single heartfelt line.

It's like the writer racked their brains
and desperately forced out some words.

Jeez.

Hey, say something to Director An.

Does anyone tell him this?

You two are friends, right?

Tell him already!

This is why
I plaster the internet with posts.

It's because no one says anything!

I'm sorry.

The other company
already persuaded the director,

so there's nothing I can do.

I'll have to return the grant.

There's an option to move forward
with the runner-up's screenplay.

If the winner declines the grant,

we can award it to the runner-up,
and there are no procedural issues.

Would you like to read their screenplay?

It's called Weather Maker.

Stop overdoing it
with visual effects and whatnot

and focus more on the props!

What if the actor suddenly opens a drawer?

It could happen, right?

WEATHER MAKER

What do you think?

There's a lot going on.

Do you think it'll make its money back?

I understand your concern.

Then let's just drop it.

Okay.

For the love of god,
stuff the drawers on set!

Who lives in a house with empty drawers?

You know what?

I've had enough.

Are you kicking me out again?

I'm not leaving.

Go ahead and try dragging me out.

You've never stepped into the ring
and gotten your ass kicked.

That's why you just sit there
trashing other people's films.

He won't stop until he enters the ring
and gets beaten into a pulp.

I don't care

if it costs me billions of won.

I'm going to teach this bastard a lesson.

Hey, it's getting bad here. Go home.

- Why? I don't want to.
- Just go.

Hello, it's me.

Instead of Ma Jae-yeong…

we'll go with the runner-up's screenplay.

Yes, Weather Maker by Hwang Dong-man.

I'm going to let it fail.

I'm going to let it fail completely,

but I'll take comfort
in teaching someone a lesson.

No way.

No, I'm serious.
We're producing Hwang Dong-man's work.

Yes, I'll see you tomorrow.

You…

are so dead.

Step into the ring…

and get your ass kicked.

You can't run away.

- Producer Kim!
- Yes?

Put together a production team.

Sorry?

WE ARE ALL TRYING HERE

This year's winner!

We need to push Hwang Dong-man
to his limits.

He can tremble in fear,
give up, and fall flat on his face.

Who's Yeong-sil?

It sounds like a pseudonym.

Tell Yeong-sil I want to meet her.

Did you borrow from a loan shark?

Looks like this bastard
came into some money.

He'll never complete a film at this rate.

Good luck, Dong-man!

Hwang Dong-man is really something.

I'm so embarrassed by who I am right now

that becoming
a slightly less embarrassing person

is my purpose in life!

Subtitle translation by: Jenny Kim