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THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION,

WHICH IS NOT BASED ON REAL CHARACTERS OR EVENTS.

Fuck!

Open up!

Where are these fuckers?

Hey, go that way. Not there.

IT'S NOT FALSIFYING SPREADING INFORMATION IT'S SPREADING FALSE INFORMATION

DETECTIVE HAEGYONG LEE

EXTRACURRICULAR

MINHEE'S LOCATION

SUNGHAN GENERAL HOSPITAL

RESTRICTED AREA

My gosh. What is all this in the middle of the night?

My daughter, where are you? It's late.

BANANA KARAOKE CLUB

Hey, he's sleeping.

He's out of his mind.

I'm speechless.

Hey, wake up!

Hey, wake up!

Look at him sleeping peacefully.

You know, Mijung has such strange taste.

I understand paying for sex, but someone like him?

When you eat steak every day,

you start craving fast food.

Hey, stay still.

Hey! Stay still before I pound you.

Hey, Fast Food.

I'll explain why you must die, so listen carefully.

Hey.

She's my girlfriend. You slept with her, right?

Right?

As her boyfriend, I'm pissed off.

I need to get revenge.

- Start. - Okay.

EMERGENCY ROOM

Are you going to stay here all night?

You must be very worried.

Who is that man in there?

You know him, right?

- Jisoo. - What?

Where's Jisoo?

Was someone else there?

- They took him. - They took him?

I'm sure...

I'm sure they took him. Where is he?

Minhee, who's Jisoo?

They took him.

Hey, Minhee Seo.

Hello.

I was exhausted last time after cutting that guy's leg.

- Let's take it easy today. - Cut off his arm.

Hey, that's a tendon. It's too stringy to cut.

The bone is easier.

- Here? - Yes, around there.

Stay still. It's okay. It'll be over quickly.

You must have redecorated yourself.

Come on in. It's a vintage style.

You can move in at any time...

What are you doing?

What's with all the plastic?

It's under construction.

You can move in anytime you want,

but this room's repair work isn't finished yet.

I can't show it to you today.

Is there a problem?

- Shit. We're fucked. - What do we do?

Hey, clean that up first.

- Gosh. - Hurry up and clean, asshole!

If Mijung sees this, we're dead.

Hurry!

Hey, Daeyeol Ryu!

Are you a moron?

I told you the realtor was bringing someone today.

When did you tell me?

How many times did I tell you not to do this crap at the shop?

Why not? It's under my name.

What? Your name? Fuck.

You're so fucking brazen. I got confused.

Don't you feel sorry for me?

For what?

Hey, I do all the work by myself and run the store on my own.

Don't you feel bad for me?

Fuck. Please don't do these stupid things

and stop going out all the time.

Try being helpful in my life for once!

It's because...

you cheated on me.

That's why I'm doing something this extreme.

I know you hired a compensated date.

Did you go through my phone?

Is that important right now? Is it?

He's like this because of you.

Don't you feel sorry?

Please help me.

- Who is this kid? - What?

Who the hell is he?

Goodness.

You fucking thug.

Wait outside.

Okay.

Hey, have you ever satisfied a woman?

Don't bother trying.

You can't do it. It's impossible.

No matter what shit I do, I can't make her happy.

She wanted a store, so I got her one.

She wanted a karaoke bar, so I got her one.

There's nothing I didn't do for her.

Why is it my fault that she can't pay rent

because business is slow?

What did I not do for her?

What is it? What?

Aah...

Shit.

What?

May I go now?

- You want to leave? - Yes.

It looks like there was a misunderstanding.

Oh, that's right.

Sorry. I'm sorry.

Oh, no. I'm really sorry.

You should go to the hospital.

Go straight to a hospital.

- Hey. - Yes?

Is it really not you?

What?

How could you not be him?

When I sent the message earlier, it showed up on your phone.

Hold on.

I'm sure it showed up on your phone.

Look. "Blue Flavor".

I think Mijung lied to me.

Logically, it has to be you.

Am I wrong?

SEXY LADY

It's okay...

It's okay.

No, it's not okay.

A person was hurt.

If you had told me something, anything, at school,

he may not have gotten hurt.

Why are you picking on me?

I'm not the bad guy.

Why is everyone picking on me?

Of course, you're not.

But if you don't say anything,

you're helping the bad guys.

I... I...

- I... - Minhee.

When will you tell me?

Once that boy Jisoo is found dead,

will you tell me then?

Stop it!

What are you doing to her?

She's already traumatized.

I'm sorry.

I lost my cool because of the urgency of the situation.

I understand, but...

grilling her won't get you anywhere.

Jisoo...

Jisoo is my student too.

I'm sorry.

Get up, Minhee.

I'll take you home.

It's okay. Get up.

COMPENSATED DATING POSSIBLE? SIZE?

165, 52. B, 26.

What's that? What are those numbers?

- Specs. - What?

Height, weight, cup size and pay.

I see!

Okay.

Hey, I'm sorry.

Oh, hey.

You got something.

"Where are you?" Look.

Oh! He wants to meet you now.

Wow!

This is quick.

I'm just a middleman for the chats. That's all.

I see...

That's why when you sent the message,

I got the text alert on my phone.

Nickname, Blue Flavor.

Ah! So, you're...

a part-timer that responds to text messages.

- Yes, that's right. - That's right.

In that case, that old man is the pimp, right?

I'm right.

So this is how they do it now.

Hey, then... what's the benefit of doing it this way?

First,

there's no physical place of business like this,

so you save on overhead expenses.

Oh!

- The rent! - The rent!

You don't have to pay rent, right?

Fucking landlords. They take all our money.

Yes, that's right.

Still, our role is very important.

When you work on a personal basis,

it can get dangerous

if you rely too much on that.

There are some bad incidents at times, too.

Like what?

Like psycho clients.

- Oh, psycho... - That's right.

You don't know whether the person is a psycho.

What if it's someone like him? He is a total psycho.

That's bad news. You're screwed.

Shit.

Anyway, even mobile transactions need a middleman to moderate.

The client list is sort of the core.

But since it's done via an app, there are many variables.

Wow...

He's like AlphaGo or something.

You did your research!

He is so fucking smart.

AlphaGo! AlphaGo!

- Keep talking. - Yes, go on.

- I want to learn and use it. - More?

- Yes. - Tell us more.

Do you have a pen?

- Hey, get him a pen! - Pen.

- And some paper. - Write here.

- First... - Yes.

Like this.

First, you can hack the network with this.

DNS checking

and MX record hacking.

This is a free tool.

You use it to modify standard websites.

Hey, stop.

Do you know what your problem is?

- You're fucking bad at explaining things. - This is...

You should dumb it down so the person can understand.

If you write English

and speak in English,

do you think we'd want to learn or not?

We'd stop wanting to learn.

There are YouTube videos,

where they explain

very carefully and thoroughly step by step.

- So I... - "Step by step" is also English.

- Daeyeol. - What?

Will you just let him go?

What?

We're not doing that?

Hey! It was a misunderstanding.

He's not the one that slept with Mijung.

So what happened was...

This is...

You see "Blue Flavor" here, right?

If you open the app

and type "Hi"...

Shit, how much do I have to explain?

Still, given the circumstance,

I think we should kill him.

Stop it. You'll scare him.

I mean, he knows way too much.

He knows where we are, right?

And he knows what kind of business Mijung runs.

It makes me uneasy as we are exposed.

See that? That's how you explain things.

Get the saw.

- Fuck! - What did you say?

Then you should've blindfolded me when you brought me here.

Come here, asshole.

- You asshole. - I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean it.

I'll do it all.

You'll do this?

Then what's this?

Job application?

He seems smart, but still...

Even convenience stores vet the applicants.

We can't just take anyone.

That's right.

It would be nice if his boss tells us.

But you hacked him with an ax.

Shit, I know.

No.

He isn't the boss.

It's someone else.

That...

pimp.

CALL CONNECTING

Un... Uncle...

Uncle, it's Jisoo.

Uncle.

I don't know how to explain this,

but some people kidnapped me...

Shh!

Don't say that!

I'm with some people right now.

They want to ask you something.

- Silence. - Silence.

- Oh. - Sorry?

- I'll do the talking. - I'll do the talking.

That voice is creepy.

Identify yourself.

Hm?

Oh, us?

Does he always talk down to people from the get-go?

Uncle, I...

Hello, Sir. How are you?

So you really do exist.

Uncle.

Please find Mr. Lee.

He must be at a hospital nearby.

He was badly injured earlier...

I've already checked.

He's alive.

He's alive?

That's one persistent prick.

Then what about that girl, Minhee?

- Police. - Police.

Gosh, Sir.

My goodness.

By any chance,

which organization are you with?

Does it have a name?

Like something corporation or something gang.

Samun Gang.

Samun Gang?

Have you heard of it?

I'm not sure.

Do gangs still name themselves?

If you're done talking to your nephew,

let me talk about us.

One of the babies who work under you

took on my fiancée as a client.

He slept with her.

You understand so far, right?

That's why I'm very hurt right now.

I need to be compensated.

Our man's medical bills.

Our man's medical bills.

Lost opportunities due to losing resources.

Lost opportunity and psychological trauma.

The stifled business due to police involvement.

How will you compensate us?

What?

He's a total psycho.

If you take my words like that,

- we'll... - Uncle.

Let me work here for the time being.

- What, asshole? - What, asshole?

Tell him.

It's a long story, so I'll explain later.

For now, just confirm my identity.

Otherwise, I'm really dead.

Shut up. Are you kidding me?

Shit. He's mad.

It'll be just for a short while. It won't take long.

I just need to teach them...

- the know-how. - Boss.

Our kids can't work right now.

- What kids? - Uncle, this business...

is a front.

- These people... - How many?

There are eight full-time

and about 30 freelancers, right?

- What's the front business? - A karaoke bar.

- Second Round Karaoke. - How about security?

Security...

It seems sufficient.

What about their ages?

Early 20s to late 20s.

They say early 20s to late 20s.

But why are you asking these things?

- Stand by. - What?

- Uncle. - Hey, give me that.

Boss! Shit.

Shit.

Let's wait.

MINJU: UNCLE, I WANTED TO SAY BYE THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING

MINJU CHO LEFT THE ROOM

He's calling.

- Yes, Uncle. - Mr. Daeyeol Ryu.

Oh, yes. Yes, Sir.

I guarantee that our employee is hardworking.

However, I cannot consent to the disclosure of our core know-how.

- Gosh, is that so? - Wait, Uncle...

Hold on.

- Cut it off. - Get the saw.

- Uncle, you see... - However,

I can send him on assignment on my terms.

...on my terms.

What are those terms?

A partnership between you and us.

Those are my terms.

- Partnership? - He wants to work with us.

Do you agree?

SAMCHEONG LADY, CHEONHO-DONG BIG LADY

See that? This is how you do a showdown.

They did everything and told us what to do.

How is this a showdown?

You got something on your face. Come here.

What do you know?

This is all strategy

to make them think they're in control.

This is business psychology.

Okay, all done.

Jisoo Oh.

So our AlphaGo's name is Jisoo Oh.

Here. This is for you.

HELLO, I AM ALPHAGO I WILL BE LOYAL TO DAEYEOL FROM NOW ON

Okay, from now on,

call me here.

This is our direct line.

Okay? This is so great.

YANG

Oh, Yang. Who cares about Yang? Cross this out.

Al... Pha... Go.

Okay. Eat up.

Oh, right. You have like 20 missed calls.

Call him back. He must be worried.

Mr. Jinwoo Cho or something?

Jinusean? Is that who it was?

♪ Tell me ♪

♪ Tell me to eat ♪

♪ Tell me to mix the noodles ♪

Minhee, you did nothing wrong, so don't worry about it.

They must have their situations.

And it's their jobs, that's why.

It's called a panic attack.

Quit this work...

if you can.

- I said I'm fine. - Why are you...

here?

You don't want to do this.

Without this, I'm nothing.

Stop it already.

Hello? Jinwoo Cho speaking.

Mr. Cho, this is Jisoo.

You called, right? My battery was dead.

Can you hear me? Hello?

Hello?

Hey! Jisoo Oh!

Why couldn't I reach you?

If your phone dies, you...

You irresponsible jerk!

Oh...

I'm sorry.

My battery keeps dying randomly

before I even know it, so...

- Mr. Cho? - Seriously...

Shit. Seriously.

Hey.

Jisoo, you little jerk.

Are you hungry?

No way.

They want to see an ID.

No way.

I got caught because they got a new cashier.

So where are my cigarettes?

What? You don't have them?

- Sorry. - Don't ask for something you don't have?

Just deal with it?

I'll go to the convenience store by the school.

Fucker.

What am I supposed to do while you go all the way there?

Hey. Come here.

What is this?

You don't look that young.

Why do you keep getting caught?

Hey. Go.

- What? - Go. Scram.

Hello?

No, there's nothing.

I thought it over, but I did nothing wrong.

So what's with this mood?

Give me cigarettes.

Give me cigarettes.

- Kitae wants to smoke. - I've been doing compensated dating.

While we were seeing each other.

You said you liked my money, right?

That's how I made that money.

The money for your cigarettes,

your alcohol,

your presents,

and your condoms.

All of it.

That's how I made that money.

Do you still like my money?

Do you still like me?

Why did you tell me?

Why did you tell me?

What?

So...

why did you tell me?

Did you...

Did you know?

KWAKKI

I'll tell.

I'll tell everyone.

Fuck off.

- Is this a game to you? - Why are you giving me crap?

Everything is a game to you, right?

You said you'd work there.

You asked me to play along.

I said to play along, not make it worse.

I said it would be for a short time, didn't I?

For a short time!

Do you even know what they do?

Hey. Look.

Do you know what did this?

A saw.

They were going to chop me up.

I was almost murdered.

But you lived.

What?

I saved you.

I know you.

I know you did that for the money.

Even my life is a game to you, isn't it?

They left the chat room. All of your clients.

I think they cut us off.

Why?

I don't know.

Will you keep working?

Then those jerks are...

our only option now.

BANANA KARAOKE CLUB

Who's this?

It's me. Jisoo.

- How did you get my number? - I...

found it on our class emergency contact list.

What's up?

Well...

I was just... wondering if you were okay.

You really came.

You must have nothing better to do either.

What about the cops?

What about them?

Did you tell them anything?

You said... you got away.

I wondered if you told them...

because of me.

Not really.

Good.

Don't tell them. Don't say anything.

NEAT APPEARANCE

Minhee is so fucking late.

Can't she show up early for once?

She'll throw a hissy fit if we smoke without her.

- She must be sleeping. - Hey, Hyemin.

I need nicotine. Look at my hand shaking.

You're practically an addict now.

My... My phone.

What?

My phone... My phone...

My...

Get my phone from my car.

My phone.

My phone.

MINHEE CALLING

Who's calling?

Minju!

I know you're sleeping! Open up!

Please open up!

Minju!

Minju, Uncle's number.

- What? - You have Uncle's number, right?

Give me his number. Fast.

MINHEE

UNCLE

DOGGO COMMUNICATION

MR. LEE

SAFETY AND HAPPINESS OF CITIZENS

Haegyong, what are you doing?

The passcode...

Why are you doing this to me?

Are you trying to get me kicked off the force?

You can't do that nowadays.

They'll bite your head off for stealing personal data.

The Door. Hurry.

UNCLE

Mr. Lee?

MESSAGE FROM MINHEE

MR. LEE AWAKE COPS TOOK HIS PHONE

Are you Uncle?

What was that?

What was that call?

UNCLE

Who could this Uncle be?

First, I don't know.

Second, I don't care.

Third, why do you have that?

Well... Remember the witness, Minhee Seo?

- The girl who got dragged into this. - What about her?

She came to see the victim in the middle of the night.

But the victim asked her

to find his cell phone for him.

Is that a favor

you'd ask someone you don't know?

I'm sure they know each other.

The question is, how do they know each other?

It's not like they're Leon and Matilda.

Fuck.

We won't get caught.

We won't.

- We won't? - We won't.

- Really? - I think this is...

a sex trafficking case.

It may be much bigger than we think.

With a big boss on top like an organized crime ring.

Okay. Then let's do this.

Well, this is an...

assault and battery case, right?

This isn't a sex trafficking case to them.

It's an assault and battery case.

Mr. Lee is the victim.

His phone is passcode-protected, right?

Yes.

- We're fine then. - What if they hack it?

Can the cops...

crack his passcode and hack his phone?

It's the victim's phone.

How could they get a warrant to hack it?

I guess we won't get a warrant, right?

For what? The victim's phone?

Right?

Whether it's bagged for evidence

or a warrant is requested, it's up to Violent Crime Unit.

Am I right?

Anyway, what will you do about them?

They called this morning. They want to see you.

Are you telling me to meet those psychos again?

Yes. Or pack your things right now and run away.

It's one or the other.

Is it comfortable just talking like that from a distance?

What?

It was Minhee who texted me to warn me earlier.

So?

Even she knows how serious the situation is,

and she is trying to fix it.

What about you?

Whether the cops round us up and arrest us

or the psychos take us and kill us,

you're safe. Is that it?

You're always at a safe distance from trouble.

Where are you going?

Where are you going?

I'll handle it, okay?

Handle what?

The psycho asshole.

IF YOU NEED HELP, REACH OUT TO A PARENT, A FRIEND, A SCHOOL COUNSELOR

OR AN ADULT YOU TRUST, OR CALL A LOCAL HELPLINE.

Subtitle translation by Yoonji Choi