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THOU SHALT NOT COVET

Cheol.

Hi there! Going someplace nice?

Yes.

Someplace nice?

These clothes look weird, don't they?

Should've worn dark blue.

What do clothes matter?

Clothes matter to me.

The things I wear.

What I'll cook to eat tonight.

Those things matter to me.

I haven't worn these shoes in years. My feet hurt.

But it's not like I can wear sneakers.

If you want to cry, just cry.

It's flying.

What are you doing?

You go in.

I'll stay here.

After coming all this way? You even went to the dry cleaners.

Can't you stop in for a minute? No?

What about Cheol?

Cheol, go with Mom.

Dong-min was always good to you.

He bought you Legos. You should say goodbye to him.

Go on.

Bow, Cheol.

Two times.

Mi-ok...

She was changing the baby's diapers, and he said from the door,

"I'm going!"

She was too busy to even answer.

That was the last she saw of him.

Recently, she'd look for him

and find him smoking on the veranda, just sighing.

She saw him that way a few times.

She's blaming herself now for not catching on sooner.

They're shooting something.

Yeah, she said it's a sketch.

What kind of sketch?

The mood here.

She's making a documentary.

You know Director Kang at the counseling center?

She got permission from the union president.

Where's your husband?

Outside. He didn't want to come in.

He's in the car?

Your face is so thin.

I lost 5 kg.

Are you on a diet?

No, I eat a lot, but I keep getting thinner.

My wedding ring is loose. It keeps falling off.

It's the only thing I got from my husband when we married.

It's all I have, but it keeps trying to run off.

Dad's here.

Here he is.

- Is this your son? - Yes.

Hello. It's nice to meet you.

My gosh.

Sure, it's nice to meet you too.

So well-mannered. Not like his dad.

Don't joke in front of him. He'll take it seriously.

He's a serious kid?

That's like his dad.

Hello.

You know the therapy meetings are starting again?

Yeah, I know.

Will Cheol's dad refuse to go this time, too?

Someone like him could really use therapy.

He was affected by the strike more than anyone.

Hey.

Never mind.

Oh, that's not allowed. No drinking allowed.

- Give it back. - No, you promised.

He promised me he wouldn't drink outside.

I won't drink, give it back.

If you won't drink, why ask?

- Just give it back. - No, why?

Look, I get it.

What do you get?

What's with you?

- What are you doing? Stop. - What's your problem?

You promised.

What is this?

What are you shooting?

I'm sorry. I'll turn off the camera.

Is this amusing?

Do we amuse you?

- You think it's amusing? - Can I have a cigarette?

Shit.

Looking for something?

I dropped my ring.

Just a second.

Got it.

Thanks.

Sang-woo!

Hello.

My film will be focused specifically on the personal lives of laborers.

I believe that documentaries are a very powerful tool for storytelling.

So, through the real-life stories of the laborers and their families,

I hope this film inspires viewers to consider the value of labor

and to think about life, work, and all of our futures.

Thank you.

THE VANISHING LABORER "LABOR IS LIFE."

Well, these days, documentaries on labor issues

typically focus on things like AI robots replacing workers

or the coming world where workers are no longer even necessary.

Have you considered that the topic of corporate restructuring

might come across to viewers as being a little outdated?

Well, I don't believe that corporate restructuring is an outdated issue.

On the contrary, in this era when labor is shrinking,

this issue is even more vital.

Since in the future, such restructuring will become commonplace.

In your application,

you say you'll center your story on workers laid off by SP Heavy Industries.

Among the many laborers you could've chosen,

why select them as the main characters of your story?

As you know, SP Heavy Industries

laid off 40% of its workforce in a restructuring two years ago.

The workers resisted by launching a general strike.

It was forcibly repressed by the state, and the aftereffects are still being felt.

Not long ago,

one of the laid-off workers took his own life.

I see the laid-off workers of SP Heavy Industries

as embodying the laborers of our time.

I'll depict how they feel about their work

and how they survive after being laid off.

In this way, I'll make their voices heard.

Yes, that will be all.

Thank you.

We're ready for the next presenter.

- I'm off! - Bye.

Boss, I'm heading out.

You need to sort the trash.

I can't do it today, Boss.

Today is trash sorting day. If you don't do it, who will? Me?

I told you, I have an important meeting,

so even if it kills me, I have to go at six.

This is exploitation of labor.

My god. Exploitation of what?

Listen to this woman.

Do you even know what that means? Don't throw around words like that.

Anyway, I can't do it.

Or ask them to do it. I can't.

What do they know about sorting trash? You show them.

This is why I keep getting pissed off.

Why are you telling me this now?

You'll do it anyway, don't flip out.

You're the one making me flip out!

Do it. Hurry.

Shit.

- Put this over there. - Okay, we will.

Hello.

I'm sorry. Were you waiting long?

Not at all.

Hello.

I hope I don't smell like trash.

Oh my god!

My baby. His name is Blue.

Blue... like the color?

Yes, Blue.

His phone is off.

You seem worried.

It's his first day at work since being laid off by SP.

It's been two years.

Actually, I wanted him to get admitted to a hospital.

I thought his mind and body needed treatment.

But he refused.

People around us kept telling him to get a job.

To work, forget the past, find a new job, give up on getting reinstated...

After hearing it so much, he finally got this job.

Why doesn't he want to get therapy?

He says he's not the type who can blabber on in front of others...

Actually, he's scared.

Of what?

Beats me.

There's something inside him he's scared to pull out.

He said once,

if he talked about everything in him, there's no telling what might happen.

He might flip out and kill everyone around him.

He's not normal.

- Was it a love marriage, not arranged? - Yes.

When did you first meet?

When I was young.

And I don't mean slightly young.

Was it in your teens?

He was 18, and I'm two years younger, so I was 16.

Wow, you dated a long time.

Yes.

But was it actually dating?

Oh my.

Director Lee--

Don't call me that. Just call me by name.

I'm Ye-ji. Lee Ye-ji.

Ye-ji, do you always call your husband by name?

"Hey, Sang-woo..."

Yes, how'd you know?

When I first met you, in the parking lot at the funeral,

I was surprised to hear you say, "Sang-woo!"

I always call my husband oppa.

Yes, we were high school classmates.

He must have been popular.

All the girls liked him.

He was good-looking, tall, and athletic.

I didn't know it, but his nickname was "Dream Lover."

Once at morning assembly, we both received some certificates on stage,

and the other girls were so jealous.

"Lucky you, standing next to Dream Lover."

I'm not bragging. I'm badmouthing my husband.

Of course.

All the girls liked him,

but he only liked the dumb, pretty ones with nice figures.

The girls he was attracted to were all bimbos.

So humane of him.

A girl like me was invisible to him.

Besides, he was out of my league.

He was the son of a rich, well-known family,

and though I lived in Gangnam, my home was nothing special.

Then how'd you end up marrying him?

I went to the US to study and met him by chance then.

- If it weren't for the US, I'd never-- - Ah, wait.

He's on his way. Says he'll be a bit late.

I see.

At the café by the counseling center.

How many minutes?

Okay.

He'll be here soon.

Mi-ok, what was your childhood dream?

Childhood dream?

Was there something you wanted to be?

I had nothing like that.

I don't know why I never thought about it.

Ye-ji...

What was it for you?

From a young age, I wanted to be a film director.

I liked stories, and I liked to imagine things.

I like documentaries, but later, I plan to make a feature film.

Imagining things is still my hobby.

When I was a kid,

my mom worked at a car wash.

My dad was a junk dealer, so he was always out.

But as a kid, I was sick often.

I'd lie down, and it seemed I could hear my heart beating.

We lived in a room at the car wash, and lying there alone,

I saw my mom spraying down cars with a hose.

I don't know why,

but the sunlight sparkling through the water was so pretty.

So I wanted to try it too.

But my mom got furious at me.

Just a sec.

Could you say the same thing again in front of the camera?

I'd like to shoot this.

Okay.

I'll run and get the camera.

This is why I should always carry my camera with me!

Yes.

LORO PIANA BACKPACK 5,630,000 WON

So many airplanes today.

There's a US military base nearby.

Okay, say what you said before.

Look at me, not the camera.

When I was a kid, my mom worked at a local car wash.

They washed cars by hand then.

My dad was a junk dealer, so he was always out.

But as a kid, I was sick often.

I'd lie down, and it always seemed like I could hear my heart beating.

Lying there alone, I saw my mom spraying down cars with a hose.

I don't know why,

but the sunlight sparkling through the water was so pretty.

So I wanted to try it, too.

But my mom came out and she was so furious.

Mi-ok!

What is this?

What are you doing?

Back then I didn't know why my mom was so angry.

But thinking back now, I guess she hated seeing me do that.

Worried I might end up doing such work, too.

Where's your mother now?

She still works for a living. In Jeolla-do.

She does all kinds of work. Cleaning, restaurant work, odd jobs...

Okay, that's good.

Nice job.

- It's done? - Yes.

You did great. Oh, here he is.

- Hello. - Yes, hello.

- What are you doing? - An interview.

How did it go?

Well, nothing special.

Think it'll be okay?

I guess.

So you agreed to do an interview?

It just sort of happened.

I wasn't planning to shoot any interviews today.

Today, I just wanted to introduce you to Director Kang at the counseling center.

But I really loved what she told me earlier,

so I asked if I could film her.

Anyway, I'm glad you came.

I heard it wasn't easy for you to come even this far...

But if you meet the counseling director, it will help.

- Since we're short on time-- - Should we go?

Yes.

Wow.

How long has it been?

How's your health?

Not bad.

It's good you came.

We were all talking, wondering if you'd show up.

But here you are.

Give it a try.

Even when I don't talk myself, listening to other people talk,

it makes me feel a bit better.

There'll be people you know inside.

For now, we're just meeting the director.

Ah, okay.

See you later.

I can't do this.

Why not?

I'm sorry, maybe next time.

But...

What's wrong?

When you drive past that factory, you must feel conflicted.

Do you ever take a different route to avoid it?

I'm sorry.

I'm not trying to interview you, I was just curious.

Come on, get out.

Should we just go ahead?

Yes, don't mind us. Just go.

Come on.

What now?

- Cheol. - Let's go.

The other kids are wearing uniforms too.

Look.

It's not just you.

Let's go.

DAEYA ELEMENTARY SCHOOL FIELD DAY

- Hello. - Hi!

Ready!

Begin!

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Choi Cheol!

Cheol, try harder! You can do it!

It's because he hates wearing that uniform.

Why does he hate wearing the uniform?

Maybe he's uncomfortable.

He doesn't like new clothes. He always wants his old ones.

But he really hates that uniform.

Who knows what he's feeling.

It's true he's not very athletic.

He's in third grade and still uses training wheels on his bike.

His dad was good at sports.

What's he doing?

I think we should shoot that.

You think so?

Don't shoot that!

Don't shoot!

I wish you wouldn't shoot things like that.

Yes, I totally understand. Don't worry.

Return to ready!

When we first got the call from SP Heavy Industries,

it was like we'd won the lottery.

He was a regular employee at a major company.

When he heard he was hired, my husband said,

"We have no one to call and boast to."

Both his parents passed away early.

He kept picking up the receiver and putting it down.

Still, it only felt real when he got his company ID.

That's when it hit me. This here.

It's just a card with his name and ID number,

but I was so moved.

SP HEAVY INDUSTRIES CHOI HO-SEOK

Cut!

Wow, you brought that on purpose?

I just thought we might need it.

- You're a natural at this. - It's nothing.

I don't suppose your husband would do an interview?

He won't.

He barely agreed to let me talk to you. He said he definitely won't do it.

I really want that interview.

Someone like him needs to tell his story.

It'd be great if you could help me, Mi-ok.

Our home's nice, right?

Yes, nice and cozy.

People ask if SP Heavy Industry workers

made a good living as regular employees.

Well, this is exactly the kind of living we had.

Oh my.

A spider!

What are you doing?

My husband's from the countryside, so he likes this more than an apartment.

When I first saw this house, I said, "No way!" but we ended up living here.

I wanted an apartment,

but I've come to like it here.

Cheol can run all he wants here, unlike an apartment.

There used to be an outhouse there and a big puddle here.

So we brought in five or six loads of dirt--

Nine!

We poured in nine truckloads of dirt and made it level.

As for these trees, I drove all over buying them one by one.

There's crepe myrtle, royal azalea, sweet olive...

All different kinds of trees here.

We planted them ourselves, with Cheol strapped to my back.

It took a few years,

and just when it was looking like a proper garden,

that's when the strike happened.

Take a look!

We've got nothing to show off, but nothing to hide.

Let's do a sketch.

This is Cheol's grandpa and grandma,

and next to them, his maternal grandparents.

Before going to the sit-in strike, we bowed before these photos.

We vowed to fight to the end, to protect our family and workplace.

These are Cheol's cousins.

My husband's not in touch with his siblings anymore.

Even when he got hurt in the strike and spent several months in bed,

none of them called even once. He was really hurt by that.

Before, we lived in an apartment,

then suddenly my sister-in-law got divorced and moved in with her two kids.

She had debts of 40 million won and no way to pay it back.

So after thinking things over,

we decided to sell the apartment and pay off her debt.

It was my suggestion.

We paid off her debt and bought a used car with what was left,

then we got a rental home.

Then, it's not like we fought,

but one day we lost contact.

After moving a couple more times,

we came here.

My husband made this all by himself.

It took about two months.

- Know why he made it? - Why'd he make it?

For drinking, with his brothers.

That was his dream.

His brothers?

His junior colleagues who worked on the same production line.

He always called them his brothers.

He wanted a space where he could drink and hang out with them.

With his brothers, he had...

What do you call it?

He had a thing about that.

He wanted to take them here after work, not spend money in a bar.

He worked really hard on it, sweating in the heat.

Those marble tiles, he cut and fit them himself.

On his days off, one by one.

Then right after putting the last one in, he called everyone.

"Hey, it's finally done!"

"Then let's set a date."

"How about this Saturday?"

"Yeah, everyone can make it."

And so, the date was fixed for a pork belly party.

All his brothers on the same line, plus some guys on the next line.

And then, the strike was called.

The party was set for Saturday, but the strike started on Friday.

So now he'll never get to meet up with them.

Then what about his junior colleagues?

The brothers still work at the factory.

They're "the living."

Right, the living.

That's what we call them, you heard?

The fired ones are "the dead."

The living and the dead.

So, after building this, he hasn't used it once.

It's good for drying laundry or red peppers.

For wet blankets, it's perfect.

Can you tell us about how you met your husband?

You said you were 16.

Grade 3 in middle school.

That summer,

my friend invited me to sleep over at her aunt's orchard cottage.

She said no one would be there at the house.

She had a cousin, but he was sleeping at the gym and wasn't coming home.

But actually, she was lying.

It's here!

Come on in.

What's going on?

Who is that?

You said there were no boys here!

Ho-seok!

Put your clothes on!

Why are you so shocked?

Never seen a guy work out?

Get dressed, now!

Okay, it's fine now.

Who is that?

My cousin and his friends.

I said I wouldn't come if there were boys!

- I'm leaving! - Why?

How can we leave? There's no bus.

Right! Come in, quick.

It's okay.

Come on in.

Ho-seok, what are you doing?

In the end we went in,

and he welcomed us with steamed eggs.

And coarse salt.

We said to ourselves, "Wow, he knows how to steam eggs!"

And then, "Coarse salt? What the hell is this?" We told him off.

So he crushed the salt with a spoon.

Then we all went to hang out at the orchard.

I don't get it The whole process seems messed up

Falling in love and drifting apart Is such a cliché

I don't think I have to say things Everyone can relate to

Everyone has their own feelings Everyone lives...

...their own way

Ever tried breaking up on a sunny day?

Outside the village

Acacias bloom on the orchard path

White flower petals

Flutter in the air like snow

The sweet scent of flowers

Rides gently on the breeze...

Hey.

Suddenly, he gave me an apple.

It wasn't even ripe yet, a small green apple.

He'd polished it so much it shimmered.

We girls slept on the pavilion.

But for some reason, I woke up early.

The sun wasn't even up yet.

But as soon as my eyes opened,

I thought of that apple.

It was such a strange feeling.

The others were still sleeping,

but I went out on my own.

I just...

couldn't stay still.

I don't know what it was,

but it was a strange feeling.

Like I'd turned into someone else.

Like the world itself was different from the one I'd lived in.

But it was such a good feeling.

Strangely, I felt happy.

For the first time,

"Ah, it really is beautiful," I felt.

The wildflowers covered in dew, the sunbeams...

The world was so beautiful.

I'm sorry.

Now I'm being silly.

No, not at all. It was really good.

I have goosebumps.

This is just what I wanted to capture.

- Thank you. - We'll be going!

You on the way?

I sent the crew home.

But Sang-woo, I have a favor to ask.

I want to have dinner with this family tonight.

With you too.

Please.

Join us, okay?

It's important. That's why I'm asking you.

I really want to do well by them.

You'll come, right?

Sang-woo, thank you! I love you!

Oh my. Were you here?

Mi-ok, how about eating out for dinner tonight?

My husband's coming to pick me up,

and he wants to buy dinner, for the two of you and Cheol.

He said he'd really like that.

Hello.

- Hello. - Hello.

Hi.

Hello, it's nice to meet you.

- Let's go in. - Yes.

Here, eat up. You hungry?

You like meat?

What's your name?

I'm Choi Cheol.

Choi Cheol?

Last name Choi, first name Cheol?

Cool name.

My dad's a welder, so my name means "steel."

Really? That's even cooler.

Thank you.

You won't drink that, right?

Today I will.

Why today?

He promised me he'd only drink at home.

Why just at home?

Outside he always causes a scene.

- He drinks and fights with people. - Don't tell them that.

We should tell them everything. Right, Director Lee?

Thank you.

Cheers, everyone.

Cheers!

Cheers.

I can't drink.

Because you have to drive?

No. I'm taking medication now.

You are too, oppa.

Just one drink. It's rude not to.

I'm sorry.

- I'll drink for him. - Me too.

Cheers!

This is so tasty.

You grilled this so well.

I'm not so bad at grilling meat.

Your husband looks like that guy.

Who?

What's his name?

Steve Jobs.

Steve Jobs?

They look similar?

No, they don't.

There's something similar about them.

You know I liked him a lot.

When I saw on the news that he died, I couldn't eat.

Really?

Why not?

I was too sad.

- Sorry. - No, I thought it was strange too.

That I was so sad.

I guess I really liked him.

He looked like he knew everything.

That he could solve all our problems.

He looked free.

There's one thing I can do better than Steve Jobs.

Grilling meat.

Okay.

To Steve Jobs!

Cheers!

- Cheers! - Cheers!

Sang-woo.

Let's have a barbecue in their yard sometime.

They've got a marble platform there.

We have to grill some meat there.

Pork belly.

Shall we?

Is that okay?

I can grill pork belly well too.

Actually, that's my specialty, not beef.

You two are great.

What do you mean?

Calling each other by name, "Sang-woo," "Ye-ji!" Like friends.

Should we call each other by name too, like friends?

Shall we?

"Shall we?" Don't be so formal, we're friends.

Okay, we're about the same age, anyway.

Yeah, let's do it, bitch!

You crazy bitch.

How old are you?

I'm 25.

No, really!

I'm 43.

What's so funny?

How old are you, bitch?

I'm 44.

Fuck, she's my big sister.

- Cheers! - Cheers!

Should we wait?

Go ahead. We called a designated driver.

Goodbye, Mr. Steve Jobs.

- See you later, friend! - Okay.

See you, bitch!

Where's that driver?

He's coming soon.

Then, I'll start walking.

Cheol! Walk with Mom for a bit.

Sang-woo, I'm doing well, huh?

Sure, Director Lee. You're doing well.

That's it?

Come on, say it like you mean it.

In this age when no one takes an interest in labor issues,

you're doing well to capture workers' stories in a documentary.

Jeez. Sounds like ChatGPT.

No soul.

You don't think of workers and their families as subjects of a film,

but you truly try to get close to them and be friends.

Thanks for understanding.

That's right. I think that's important.

My friend is fun, right?

Yeah, she's fun.

The problem is Choi Ho-seok. The husband.

He should be my film's protagonist.

He's really special.

What do you mean by special?

There may be only one man like him in all of Korea.

Why do you laugh?

You may find out he's a cliché.

As usual.

A typical laid-off worker.

But his eyes are so sad.

Oh, fuck.

Well, look who's here?

You called for a driver?

Damn, what are the odds, huh?

You changed your phone number.

I'm trying to live without seeing SP people.

I'm not joking, bro.

You lost weight. Do you exercise?

Where's your car?

My car? Over there.

Bro, I'm sorry.

What is it?

Call another driver. Sorry.

Hey, Jung-dae!

Hey!

Fuck...

When you stood by my side

I loved the look in your eyes

Fuck, that hurts!

Yesterday I cried but because of you today

I'll be happy tomorrow

It's not your face, it's not your style

I just needed some gentle love

To make me forget

The times gone by

Now I can't do anything without you

All I know is love

Let's go!

The driver didn't come?

Get in.

No way. I won't get in.

Don't you get in either.

Damn it.

Let's go.

Get in now!

Finally, keep your work area clean.

Safety starts with cleanliness. Right?

Yes!

Now, let's shout our safety slogans.

Let's have our new colleague Choi Ho-seok lead us.

Go for it!

Just follow this here.

"Safety..."

"Safety measures"!

Say it louder!

"Safety through action"!

Yes, yes, yes!

"Work..."

"Workplace safety"!

Yes, yes, yes!

"Safety every day"!

Yes, yes, yes!

You worked in heavy industry, so you know this, right?

The angle must exactly match the order.

When grinding, the bevel must be 35 degrees.

We don't allow negative tolerance.

Got it?

Answer me.

Yes, I understand.

Then how much positive tolerance is allowed?

Less than 10 mm.

If you mess up and get negative tolerance, it's a reject.

Then ten million won is out the window.

So you need to focus! Got it?

Understood.

Hello.

Get in.

The director's preparing the shoot, so she asked me to get you.

Yes. I guess you help her often.

It's an independent film.

Without much manpower, I should help when I can.

What's an independent film independent of?

It's a film independent of capital.

Basically, a film shot with no money.

You aren't mad at me, are you?

No, why would you think that?

I just got that feeling.

Hardly.

I like being with you now.

SP LAID-OFF WORKERS ACTION COMMITTEE

You can go in now.

The problems started when SP got private equity investment.

They don't care about the industry

or the workers who stake their lives on the company.

All that matters to them are numbers and short-term profits.

Private equity bought SP for the sole purpose

of restructuring and selling it off.

If they just intended to sell it off, why restructure?

That's how you get a buyer.

If you fire some workers,

the buyer thinks they'll save on expenses.

Cut!

That's good. Thank you, President!

- This is tough. - You did great.

Isn't our director looking stylish today?

She's a fashionista.

She's got good taste.

But fashion is all about money.

When the strike started, I didn't know it'd turn out this way.

Still, back then we had hope.

I went with a swelling heart.

Hey!

Come in! Thanks for coming!

Welcome!

It's this way.

Come this way.

Welcome.

Unite!

So glad you came!

Welcome!

"We'll win this sit-in strike. If we fight to the end, we'll win."

I was sure of our victory.

Really...

I felt...

so certain of that.

What made you feel so certain?

We were in the right.

We'd worked hard

and the company was wrong, so we'd win.

I believed that.

Can you describe the mood at the start of the strike?

That day, it must've been past 7 p.m. since it was getting dark.

It started drizzling, almost like it was scripted.

It was something between raining and not raining,

and we all just stared at the gate.

Even as we said people who weren't fired would never come,

we hoped they would.

I've never been so happy to see someone.

The union members wore backpacks.

Since it was a sit-in,

they brought food to cook.

One by one they came, through the main gate.

Welcome!

- Hello. - Come this way.

We watched them from inside the tent, and it felt so strange.

So one person came in, then another...

Some had been laid off, some hadn't.

Seeing people who weren't laid off was amazing.

For every person who came in, we were pleased and grateful.

That's how the strike started.

PLEASE SAVE OUR DAD'S JOB

The mood was good, like a small festival.

Last night, my daughter asked me.

Ah, this...

The next day, the families gathered, and we took turns speaking.

"Mom, when are we going home?"

I could have lied and said we'll go home soon.

But I couldn't bear to.

Let's win this, so I can go home with my daughter.

Thank you.

For the women, it was our first strike,

so we needed to share our feelings and greet each other.

This is me.

Can we skip this?

This is embarrassing.

I stayed up all night, too.

It was my first time,

and the rain made me feel even more down.

I want to stop these layoffs quickly so we can go home with my husband.

Please help us, so we can do this soon.

If we give up here, I'll feel so angry and wronged

I won't be able to sleep.

I'm sorry. Thank you.

Smash the layoffs!

Smash the layoffs!

Smash the layoffs!

Smash the layoffs!

Preserve our right to live!

Preserve our right to live!

Preserve our right to live!

Preserve our right to live!

What are those?

Helicopters dropping flyers.

Trying to break our spirit.

That's when it started.

Why drop them over there?

They're coming down here.

If the company goes bankrupt,

it'll be our fault, they say.

- They've got some nerve! - Rip it up!

Fuck off, you bastards!

But the kids had a hard time there.

My job was to look after the kids who weren't in school.

I taught them songs like a preschool teacher.

The sweet scent of flowers

Rides gently on the breeze

Sis, I want to shoot some other things, too.

Not just interviews, but your daily life.

It's nothing special.

That's what I want. Like you working at the factory.

My boss won't allow that. He's a real hardass.

I'll persuade him, I'm good at that.

Did you talk to your husband?

Not yet. He needs more time.

He won't do therapy, how can he do an interview?

Can I ask you something?

Sure, ask me anything.

How much does this shirt cost?

- You're curious about that? - Yeah.

I noticed before how good it looks on you.

I was suddenly curious about the price.

I got it cheap, on sale.

So how much?

Don't ask. It'll make you wince.

All right.

But can I be honest?

What is it?

Those clothes stand out here.

You're shooting laid-off workers.

I don't know, they seem out of place. Nothing good in that.

I'm not advising you, just my thoughts.

What made you want to shoot a documentary about workers?

- Oh, didn't I tell you? - You did.

But don't say the importance of labor and so on.

Do you have any personal reason?

Honestly, you're not a natural fit for workers' issues.

I think it was then.

Last year, I went to Qatar with my husband.

We stayed at a hotel,

and I couldn't believe they had this huge, artificial paradise in the desert.

My husband said something then.

"This paradise doesn't just run on its own."

"A huge amount of labor makes this paradise run,

but we don't see the workers who do it."

Those words were a shock.

The workers there aren't from that country.

They come from India, Sri Lanka, the Philippines,

Ethiopia, and places like that.

And like people from the underworld, they mustn't be seen.

Seeing them makes you uncomfortable.

Reminding people their enjoyment is at the cost of someone's labor,

that's forbidden.

Remember what you said then?

What did I say?

"Soon, all workers will disappear."

Those words were such a shock.

And strangely, it made me think of an elephant.

An elephant?

When I was little, I saw a magician performing on TV.

He put a curtain in front of an elephant, then raised it, and the elephant was gone.

How could such a large elephant vanish in the blink of an eye?

Then my dad told me.

The elephant didn't disappear, it's actually still there.

The magician made it so our eyes can't see it.

Hearing that workers will disappear, I thought of that elephant.

I thought of my dad, too.

My dad ran a dry cleaner's.

We watched that program on a TV where he worked.

I'd do my homework in the corner surrounded by clothes covered in plastic.

Just like the elephant, people like my dad will disappear.

That thought made me want to make a film about labor.

But your dad didn't think of himself as a laborer.

He was a business owner.

He hated trade unions and strikes.

Why are you answering?

Where are you, Mom?

Downtown.

What are you doing downtown?

What do you think? Eating with people and waiting for Dad.

You're waiting for Dad?

He can't go.

Why not?

Dad's sleeping.

How could he...

All right, I'll figure it out. Bye.

Shit. He's going soft.

Who?

My husband was supposed to pick me up, but he's sleeping.

I'll have to take a taxi.

Want one?

I don't usually smoke, but this has got me started again.

Thank you.

What does the director's husband do?

He's quite famous in this field.

He contributes a lot to culture and the arts.

He must be rich.

He inherited a big company from his grandfather.

But he turned over management to a professional CEO

and took himself out of it. It was in the news.

He's a big name in investment funds, too.

That's what it says online.

Still, our director makes films without a cent from her husband.

She applies for support funds on her own...

I'm not sure that's a good thing.

Her husband's got money,

but she takes funds that could go to people who really need it.

A husband's money isn't your money.

We'll go in.

Yes, Director Lee?

We're eating lunch.

Yes.

You can come in now.

That man's our boss.

His wife is next to him. And his daughter, 38 but still single.

They're all here.

This is a family company run by the three of them.

The boss declared bankruptcy after COVID when masks stopped selling.

So his wife is CEO on paper, and the daughter's a supervisor.

There used to be more than ten employees, but now only three.

All middle-aged women.

I'm the youngest.

Should I ask him now?

I'll talk to him.

Hello, sir!

Stop. Stop right there!

Hey! That pipe weighs over a ton!

If it hits you, you're done for!

If you stand there like that, there'll be an accident.

Didn't you get the training?

You have to stand diagonally.

Get your act together!

Don't space out on the job.

Okay?

Okay.

Cut!

Are you done? It's done.

Sis, it's done!

How'd you convince my boss?

It was easy.

I said I'd promote his company's products.

So the shooting's all finished?

Yeah, the work is simple and repetitive, so it's not very interesting.

I wish there was something worth shooting.

Something interesting?

Like starting a labor union?

Can you do that?

I was considering it already.

- That sounds interesting. - Really?

Boss, I have a request.

What is it?

I'd like to start a union at the company,

and I'd like your permission.

A union?

Hey, a union in a company like ours?

We barely have any employees.

A union can be created with two or more workers.

That's what the labor law says, boss.

I've been so good to all of you.

Everyone hires temps these days, but I made you full-time.

And you repay me with a union?

That wasn't just for our sake.

Without us you'd need foreign workers. They cost 180,000 won per day.

What's that per month? And what do you pay us?

Let's be honest, full-time workers are cheaper.

Then...

If you get four members, I'll allow it.

That doesn't make any sense.

We only have three workers here. How can I recruit four?

With four members, I'll allow it, okay?

I'll join the union, too.

What? Why are you butting in?

I'm an employee here too, so I can join the union.

If I join, there are four people.

Isn't that enough?

What are you doing?

My god.

I didn't expect anything, but look what happened.

What else should you do to make a union?

Hold an inaugural meeting.

Should we just do it today?

Hey, ladies.

Here's the membership form. Write your name in pen.

Why move the flowers? They're pretty.

Yeah, we need something like that.

Sure, looks good.

Madam President. Read out the union bylaws.

Does it have to be the president?

Of course!

"Purpose of the labor union."

"To maintain and improve working conditions

and promote workers' economic and social status."

Nice!

"The union is a com... community and strives for horizontal relationships."

What does that mean?

It's hard to understand.

In the union, we're all the same. Isn't that it?

I'm the president, so how are we the same?

Get real.

From now on, call me "Madam President," okay?

Madam President, my ass!

His phone's been off for a while.

He's probably still working.

It's Cheol's birthday today. I'm worried he forgot.

If it's Cheol's birthday, I should go too.

To our house?

I'll send the crew home and go myself.

I should wish him happy birthday.

- You'll take this one? - Yes.

- Here's your card. - Thanks.

How many candles?

Give me ten small ones.

- A daughter or a son? - Daughter.

Then I'll give you this, too.

Thank you.

- Come again. - Yes, thank you.

I'll ring that up for you.

I'll take it.

- What kind did you buy? - Chocolate.

Dashcam recording started.

Choi Ho-seok. He joined the company last week.

I'm wondering if he clocked out.

Yes, at home.

No, no special reason...

Two hours ago?

All right.

Sorry for the trouble.

He clocked out two hours ago.

It's strange. His phone's off, too.

He might have gone drinking.

It's your birthday today.

He might have forgotten.

Why are you out here?

Why are you so late, with your phone turned off?

I stopped somewhere on the way.

Where? Why'd you turn off your phone?

I didn't turn it off, the battery died.

Tomorrow I'll do the therapy.

Really?

Ready?

Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday, dear Cheol!

Happy birthday to you!

Congratulations!

We fought and lost.

Know what we lost to?

The corporation? Foreign capital?

It wasn't that.

We lost to jeong, or righteousness.

We lost to justice.

When private equity came in from abroad, we knew they'd take our technology,

then flip the company for a profit.

We have all the evidence.

But to give the hit-and-run investors even more profits, they fire workers.

That's just wrong.

I don't know about labor activism,

but I know that's wrong, because that's how I was taught.

So I thought if we fought, we'd win.

If people learned about this, in the end we'd win.

But we lost.

We got kicked and beaten by the police, but it wasn't them who trampled us.

We were trampled by justice.

I feel so wronged.

It's so wrong.

It's so hard

running into SP people who live in our apartment building.

Before, if we met in the elevator,

we'd talk about things like receiving our paychecks

or what the kids are doing in school.

Now, there's just silence.

Those few seconds together in the elevator are unbearable.

When I have to take the elevator, my heart pounds.

Like I've committed a crime.

If I don't meet anyone, I can breathe easy,

but if I see someone,

I pretend I forgot something and go back out.

I don't know how much longer I have to live like this.

There's a term I can't stand, "labor aristocrat."

Conservative newspapers often use it.

"High-paid laborers at big companies are engaging in turf wars."

I've worked for ten years,

and I live in a three-room apartment in this town.

I don't know. Compared to other workers, maybe that's living like an aristocrat.

But when I think back, the best thing about life at SP...

I'd come home in the morning after the night shift.

I'd sleep and wake in the afternoon, and since the house was hot in summer,

I'd say to my wife, "Let's get some air conditioning."

I'd throw on shorts and slippers, go out to the street,

and take the free shuttle bus to Emart.

We'd push a cart around for two hours, not buying anything.

We had no money to buy anything.

But we were at ease. We were customers.

We'd take our time browsing.

That was the best, thinking back now.

I really was a fucking aristocrat.

But now,

they call me a commie.

First I was an aristocrat, and now I'm a commie!

Recently, I had pork belly with some high school buddies.

But from the bathroom, I heard them.

"He used to be okay,

but after being fired, he's turned into a commie."

So what do you think I did?

Slam the door open,

"Hey assholes! Why am I a commie?"

"If I fight to get rehired after being wrongly fired, am I a commie?"

"Don't you all work at companies? You're workers too, you fuckers!"

No, I didn't do that.

What did I actually say?

"I'm really sorry, something came up, I need to go."

"See you next time."

A big smile, all friendly, not to look like a commie.

But after leaving the restaurant and walking a long time,

I realized I was still smiling.

My lips like this.

It was stuck this way.

And after I got home,

I got sick from the pork belly and ended up in the ER, for fuck's sake.

There's one thing I learned that day.

Don't smile when you're angry.

Smiling when you're angry makes you sick!

All of you remember that.

As for me,

strangely, I really loved those days.

After the strike started, we women, too,

were pitching tents and striking together with the kids.

Not husbands and wives separately, we were all fighting together.

I really loved that.

The mood was so positive.

To be honest, it was like a party at first.

We were so busy and tired, our backs ached and we couldn't even sit,

but we were happy.

We weren't "so-and-so's mom."

We were "Jeong-ah," "Ji-young," and "Hye-soon."

Calling each other by name.

People who'd normally pull back if you brushed their arm

had arms around your shoulders, conversing with just a glance...

The women were in front, speaking out and fighting.

We were really equals.

Like family, like brothers and sisters...

I wanted to hug everyone.

"So this is why they call it liberation..."

Like a better world was coming soon.

Thinking back now, I was truly happy.

In all my life...

I've never felt such happiness.

And I never will again.

Why did I feel so happy?

Later, this thought came to me.

Maybe the pain and suffering I feel now

is the price I'm paying for that happiness.

Maybe people aren't meant to feel such happiness.

That happiness, however brief, I'm paying for it now.

That happiness, however brief...

I'm paying for it now.

Mr. Choi Ho-seok, would you like to say anything?

If not, feel free to talk later.

I'll do it.

I'll talk now.

That scene, I didn't see it when it was on the news.

But everyone said it was my husband.

I was too scared to watch it,

but later I ended up seeing a recorded copy.

But I still can't understand it.

I'll never understand

why the government went that far.

At the time, did you know your husband was injured?

That day, I rushed to the police station, to meet him after his questioning.

But one of his colleagues came, saying, "Please come with me."

"Where? I need to wait for my husband to come out."

"Ma'am, don't be alarmed."

"The ambulance that left before was carrying your husband."

So I went to the ER, and he was there.

He was on a respirator, unconscious.

Three days later, he regained consciousness,

but he still couldn't breathe.

He was hyperventilating.

I found out later he couldn't move his legs,

so I asked the doctor,

"What's going on? Why can't he walk all of a sudden?"

But the doctor didn't know either.

They said it was probably shock and diagnosed him with panic disorder.

But you told me your husband went to prison.

Did they really take him away when he was so injured?

Yes.

On the morning of October 19,

there was a hearing on his arrest,

so they took him out in a wheelchair, still in his hospital gown.

And that day he was imprisoned.

It was really cold and windy that day.

I heard all this at the hospital and told the nurse,

"I'll return the hospital gown later."

The nurse said, "Don't worry about the gown."

And so he was imprisoned, charged with obstructing the police.

So how long was he there?

A month and 19 days... A month, 19 days.

The trial went to high...

The high court sentenced him to a year, with a two-year probation.

This is mine.

Can't Dad have it with his soju?

I saved this to eat later.

All right, I won't eat it.

Choi Cheol! You stingy brat.

We always sit here and drink. It's comfortable here.

They're our designated seats.

Did you always like to drink?

No, not at all.

Just smelling alcohol made her drunk. One shot, and she was wasted.

But now...

After getting hurt, he couldn't sleep because of the pain.

- Not even five minutes. - Will you stop that talk?

Painkillers were no help.

It was only when he drank that he could sleep a little.

What could we do?

"Go ahead, drink. But we'll drink together."

Since then, we drank together every day.

I need to drive home.

Oppa, Director Lee has a favor to ask.

A favor?

So, I heard you two are taking time off this weekend.

My husband and I are going on summer vacation then, so...

I thought it'd be nice to go together.

Together? Where?

On the west coast,

my husband has a kind of vacation home.

He's gone since he was young, and we go there every summer.

She says it's really quiet and comfortable.

Better than overseas resorts.

I want to go.

How long has it been since we took a summer trip?

No need to worry, please come with us.

If I go, do I have to do an interview?

That would be great, but if not, it doesn't matter.

You've been through so much,

I hope you can rest a few days.

Quite active, aren't they?

I'll go.

I'll go with you.

And I'll do the interview. If you want.

Really? Wow...

Sis! Let's go on vacation!

Thanks for doing this for me.

This makes me happy, too. Going on vacation with them.

Really?

Sure. I like this side of you.

You're trying hard to feel what's in their hearts.

You're doing great method acting.

I'm doing method acting?

You're different from those people.

But you yourself believe that you're the same.

That's great.

I'm trying to love those people.

I'm a documentary filmmaker.

A documentary's strength comes from the people it depicts.

So I should love them.

In 300 m, you'll arrive at your destination.

You have arrived at your destination.

Navigation has ended.

Blue, let's go!

Cheol, get out!

Let's do the tour later. First, I'll show you your room.

You can put your things in here.

And here...

The bathroom.

This bed is for Cheol. It was in storage.

My husband used it as a kid.

Make yourself comfortable. Think of it as home.

I can see the ocean.

Cheol.

Choi Cheol, come here.

So many old books.

Almost none are mine.

They're my father's, or my grandfather's.

These are mementos of my youth.

He kept them all and displayed them.

I found this by the beach.

A dinosaur egg.

Is it a real dinosaur egg?

No, but I believed it was.

This is a very old whistle.

When my grandfather was young, he served in the police.

This was his police whistle.

He called it his fue. It's a Japanese word.

Does it still make a sound?

Sure, it still works well.

- Want to try? - Yes.

Blow harder.

What?

No, I wasn't calling you.

His father was the caretaker here.

When his dad passed away, he took over.

When we're not here, he takes care of everything for us.

Min-sik is our house fairy.

We're similar ages, so as kids we'd play together.

When I wanted to play, I'd blow on this fue.

Then he'd come running.

After so many years, I guess he still remembers.

I want to see the ocean.

Blue, wait up!

I guess no one else can come in or see this place.

That's right.

When I was little, I often came here on my own.

It was my sea.

Back then, I'd--

Don't tell them that!

I'd always swim naked.

Why'd you say not to tell us?

You can't help but imagine it.

The first time I came, he told me that. And again today.

Must be a very important memory to him.

Right, it's important to me.

But why take off your underwear?

I don't know.

Maybe because there was no one to see me?

If no one can see, why wear them? That's what I thought.

Freedom.

That's right. It was freedom.

Cheol, come here!

Come closer.

Come up close.

It's okay.

Try going closer.

Go.

Cheol's asleep?

Yes, finally.

When did you cook all this?

There's a Chinese-Korean lady who cooks for us. She's quite good.

Who will you send it to?

I want to brag, but there's no one to send it to.

Cheers.

Drink.

Today you can drink.

It's so beautiful here.

Like something out of a novel.

Interesting way to put it. Not a movie or TV drama, but a novel.

It's too obvious to say a movie or drama.

Do you read many novels?

No.

Actually, I've hardly read any.

Still, this looks like a place from a novel I haven't read.

I like it here too. I feel most comfortable here.

I hope you two have a comfortable stay, too.

Excuse me.

He's working on some important thing with the US.

It's their working hours now.

How did you two end up getting married?

After meeting in your teens, did you date until getting married?

Date?

Actually, it wasn't dating. We'd just meet up.

We'd plan to meet, but Choi Ho-seok frequently stood up Ahn Mi-ok.

That's when I was working out a lot.

When you work out, sometimes you don't notice the time.

It wasn't that, he was getting into fights. He was famous for that.

So the winter before graduating, I ran off to Seoul to break up with him.

I needed to earn money anyway.

Hold on, just a second.

And then?

So I came to Seoul and found work at a sewing factory.

They had sewing factories then?

Sure, they still do.

Girls from the countryside usually got work at semiconductor plants,

but I had no high school diploma, so they wouldn't take me.

My only options were the sewing factory or a bar.

The factory was cramped and filled with fabric dust.

We always worked overtime. I never got a good night's sleep.

That's when he came to me.

Mi-ok, you have a visitor.

Who?

I don't know. A soldier.

I spent my whole leave looking for you.

How'd you find me?

I asked your sister where you were.

That bitch.

I warned her not to tell you.

Think she could refuse?

She knows my temper.

I'm going to change.

I'll drink less, not get into fights,

control my temper...

I'm sorry.

But from now on,

I'll make sure I don't have to say sorry.

What's with your hand?

Hey, the boss is calling.

Hey, Mi-ok!

Come on!

After all that, we went to Wolmido, Incheon.

The two of us sat by the dock, looking at the sea.

The waves made a lapping sound in front of us.

But there was a full moon.

We just sat there, staring at the moon.

Like we'd caused that scene earlier just to look at the moon.

As he looked at the moon, he said,

"Don't just look at my outer shell, look inside me."

So I said, "What's inside you?"

Then he said, "My insides are like that full moon."

I don't know how those words came out of his mouth.

He laughed too.

Then we sat and looked at the moon some more,

not saying a word.

Staring at the moon like that,

my mind became calm.

"Okay, I'll trust him for now."

"I guess I'm fated for this man."

"If we try our best, better days will come."

Hearing you talk about the moon reminded me of something.

My own memory of the moon.

I'd like to hear it.

This is when I was studying in the US, 20 years ago.

What were you doing 20 years ago?

I was 24 then, so I was still at the sewing factory.

Living in a cheap flat, commuting from outside Seoul.

I was waiting tables at a Korean restaurant in Chicago.

Seven dollars an hour.

But one day, my boss told me to wash the dishes before going home.

The kitchen helper had gone home sick. He said he'd pay ten dollars an hour.

There were a lot of dishes to do.

By the time I finished, it was after 11 p.m.

But at the bus stop, I realized I'd left my wallet in the restaurant.

I ran back, but the doors were locked.

What did you do?

I had no choice but to walk to my dorm.

Walking home that night was so scary.

It's only ten minutes by bus, but walking, it felt like all night.

That night the moon was in the sky.

I kept looking at the moon as I walked.

I was so scared

and the only thing I could rely on was that moon.

The moon I saw then was the same moon you saw in Wolmido.

Was it?

No moon tonight, though.

Taegeuk Yi Jang, get ready!

One!

More precise, face forward.

Your body...

One!

Once again. Body facing forward.

Be sharp.

Two!

Look, it's forward stance.

Watch me.

Be precise. Bend your knees.

Try again.

Front strike. To the solar plexus.

To hit stronger,

use the recoil.

Pull your left hand back.

Go.

That's good.

I made it myself, not sure how it'll taste.

Tastes good to me.

Though I'm no expert on coffee.

You did taekwondo?

Yes.

I liked all sports,

but I liked taekwondo the best,

because my father hated me doing it.

So I did it even more.

When my father objected to me marrying my wife,

I was studying in the US,

so I thought about living there and teaching taekwondo.

I used to do taekwondo, too.

I practically lived in the gym.

Really?

Me and my friends, thinking we were pretty strong,

went around fighting.

It's really nice here.

Yes.

I always feel relaxed here.

As if I were a kid again.

In Seoul I pretend to be an adult,

but here, I don't need to act.

Thank you.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

Would you like to sit down?

Can you go somewhere else?

Okay.

Sang-woo's taking Blue for a walk, want to join him?

You can do it!

Cheol!

What are you doing there?

Let's go to the beach.

You look cool.

I'm not trying to look cool.

You're still cool.

- Never mind. - Why?

I don't want to be the only one looking cool.

Wow.

Even after many years,

I won't ever forget this moment.

Why?

I don't know why.

No, I think I know.

During the police crackdown, you were badly hurt.

Can you tell me what happened then?

POLICE

- Jung-dae! - Bro!

Jung-dae!

Get up!

Let's go!

I passed out twice.

I passed out and woke up.

Then they kept beating me, so I passed out again.

Fuck.

Fuck.

The last thing I saw as I blacked out

was my brothers running away.

They turned their backs and ran into the distance.

"They're leaving me behind."

"I'm here being trampled."

"They're running to save their own skins."

Even now, I still can't forget that.

Their backs, like the tide going out.

That memory keeps coming back.

Bye-bye.

I wish you well.

Recently, I drank at a restaurant and called for a driver.

The driver came,

and it was my colleague.

One of the guys who ran away while the police were beating me.

I saved him when he was getting beaten.

When I was getting punched and kicked, blacking out,

having my body all ruined...

I still remember his face so clearly, looking back as he ran away.

But do you know what he said to me?

He said he wouldn't drive me.

Then he just left.

What was his reason?

I have no idea.

I wanted to grab him and ask why,

but he just left.

Probably, he doesn't like me.

Why wouldn't he like you?

None of them like me.

When the union people look at me, I can tell they don't like me.

Because they know I don't like them.

Drinking with them, I caused a scene more than once.

Why don't you like the union members?

Whenever I see them, I can't help it, I get angry.

When they talk solidarity, resistance, workers' rights... I can't stand it.

Why can't you stand those words?

Because it's all rubbish, bullshit!

Those words trick people.

And I was tricked, too.

You can't trust people.

They'll turn their backs on you anyway, betray you...

When things change, they'll leave you behind.

Solidarity, resistance, unity...

Those words

give people hope.

"We'll succeed, we can do it!"

It's all a scam.

All that is crap.

All nice words...

- Slowly... - are bullshit.

Take deep breaths.

Slowly, take a breath.

Slowly, that's right.

Breathe in slowly.

Slowly, it's okay.

Everything will be fine.

Breathe in and out slowly.

I just needed some gentle love

To make me forget

The times gone by

Now I can't do anything

Without you

All I know is love

You were the only one to cry for me

When I was coldly abandoned

I dream of leaning my head

Upon your broad shoulders

Please don't shatter that dream of mine

I've always waited for this day

Hold me as long as these sad years last

I fear you'll disappear

Like the long-awaited wind

If you love me and leave me

I'll miss you so

I adore you so much

Fuck.

- Not yet? - No, not yet.

They're driving me crazy, putting off the announcement.

Good news?

Jackpot! It's finally done.

What is?

There's a project I've been trying hard to launch,

and I just heard it was successful.

Seems it's great news?

Smashing success.

Congratulations.

Thank you very much.

You're the first to congratulate me, Mi-ok.

Would you go to the beach with me?

How much will you earn from that?

How much will I earn?

A million won?

Ten million?

I'm joking.

I don't know how much either.

It's not about money. This is...

a whole new dimension.

Last week on Cheol's birthday,

I went to get him a cake,

and I saw a man paying for a cake.

He was one of "the living" working at SP Heavy Industries,

an employee from another division.

I know his face, but he didn't recognize me.

It must've been his kid's birthday. He bought a cake and ten candles.

I guess his kid is ten, like Cheol.

I bought a cake and came out...

and then suddenly, I began following his car.

I don't know why I was following this family of the living.

It was my son's birthday, so my family was waiting at home,

but I went with another kid's family.

After driving a bit, they parked at a restaurant.

They were eating out for their kid's birthday.

Before dinner, they lit the candles and sang "Happy Birthday,"

and I was watching them nearby.

It's not like I was angry

or sad...

I felt just one thing then.

"I'm really sick."

Was that when you decided to get therapy?

I realized how deep it was.

Sitting by that family of the living, I felt like a dead phantom.

A useless thing, with no reason to go on living.

Inside me,

there's nothing at all.

It's totally empty.

I'm sorry to say this to my wife and kid,

but I don't know why I should keep living.

Thinking my family might find out who I really am,

I'm so scared.

It scares me so much.

That's enough. Stop.

Let's go, oppa. Let's go home.

We don't belong here. Come, get up.

Wait. What is this, all of a sudden?

We're going home. No more of this.

This is as far as it goes.

Hold on.

You can't just stop like this.

Why not?

Why can't we stop?

Look at me.

Hands off her!

I said hands off!

Fucker!

You want to do taekwondo?

Calm down. You'll get hurt.

Fuck, let go.

Stop it! Stop!

Go, sis.

Go if you want.

I'm sorry for making you two uncomfortable.

As you said, I guess this is it.

I'm sorry...

Have you seen the whistle?

What whistle?

The whistle that was on the shelf downstairs.

It's always in that spot on the shelf, but it's not there.

It disappeared.

So you think we took it?

Since that day, we haven't seen or touched it.

Here. Take a look.

Check it to make sure we didn't take anything else.

Sorry, I asked just in case.

Why would we take that thing?

You think we'd believe it's an expensive antique?

It's not that. I was just asking.

I'll look someplace else.

I'm okay.

Go away.

Hold on.

SP has finally been sold.

An American fund bought it.

Someone posted in the group chat.

What happens now?

Is there any chance of getting rehired?

Dream on.

They bought it because it was restructured.

Then what do we do?

What do you think? Go on living.

You took that?

Why'd you take it?

Why take someone else's stuff?

I'm home!

Now I see our house is a garbage bin. Smells, too.

It doesn't smell.

Just hasn't been aired out.

It's strange.

What is?

It felt different today.

You were like a different person.

I'm me.

Right.

You're you.

She's not answering.

Who?

Ahn Mi-ok.

I texted her asking if she got home okay.

No answer.

Why sneak out here to drink?

Cheers.

Cheers.

Why peer at me like that?

I didn't.

Yes, you did.

Because the soju suddenly tastes sweet.

Drinking without you, it's so bitter.

Full moon tonight.

Is that a ring around the moon?

Will it rain tomorrow? A ring means it'll rain.

As long as it doesn't rain tonight.

I always talk about things to come,

but you just talk about now.

We're not compatible.

Compatible for conversation?

Right.

But we're compatible in bed, right?

Who knows?

It's been so long, I can't remember.

What a load of crap.

LEE YE-JI DID YOU GET HOME OKAY?

IN MEMORY OF DEKALOG 10

BY KRZYSZTOF KIESLOWSKI AND KRZYSZTOF PIESIEWICZ

Subtitle translation by: Darcy Paquet