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Now you can steal luck too.

But there's one thing you need to know.

If the other person's chi is too strong,

even this bujeok won't be enough to steal their luck.

When that happens,

you have to meet them face-to-face.

If you recite the spell before them,

no matter how strong their chi is,

you'll be able to take their luck.

Do you understand?

BUJEOK THE LUCK-STEALING TALISMAN

Hello, sir. It's Jeong Gi-sam. I auditioned for you last week.

-Gi-sam, lucky number seven. -Hi.

How have you been?

So, to what do I owe this call?

You said the results would be out this week,

but since you're busy, I figured I'd call you first.

So...

Did I get the part?

Not this time.

Pardon?

But the audition went so well--

Hello?

This can't be true.

That fraud has to be lying.

I spent so much time preparing

because I heard they cast Jeong Un-cheol.

-Hi, Mom. -Hi, Son.

I'm meeting with the director right now.

-Let me call you back. -Okay.

I know you're expecting good news.

Call me as soon as you find out. Love you!

I'll call you back later.

All right. Good luck!

I can never catch a fucking break!

God damn it!

How much longer do I have to do this?

How much longer

do I have to keep working hard?

Why can't I catch a break! Why!

Why! Fuck!

I just keep…

How much longer do I have to work hard? Fuck.

How much longer will it take? Damn it…

What's this?

Who put this crap in here?

Was it my mom?

I know I've been down on my luck, but…

Wait, no. Dad?

My brother-in-law? Sister? Su-hyeon?

After nagging me about when I'll get my big break and settle down,

they went to see a psychic?

I'll tell you why…

I'm suddenly on a roll.

This is my secret.

Yong-jin.

That idiot.

Last weekend…

to hear the secret behind his sudden stroke of luck,

my broke self treated him to barbecue.

I knew alcohol would make him spill all his secrets.

Hey, man, be honest with me.

After never catching a break like you,

now that things are suddenly going so well for me,

I bet you're envious. You must be dying of jealousy.

Do you want to know why I've been on such a roll?

Should I tell you or not?

Should I? Huh?

Should I?

He taunted me the entire time we drank.

Because he's been thriving.

Even though he used to be my lackey.

I've always worked harder, and your acting is god-awful.

Shut up, dude. It's all because of this.

This?

This is the secret behind your success?

Yeah.

Jesus Christ. You've lost your damn mind.

Cut it out.

This talisman paper isn't the reason why things have been working out for you.

You just happened to have it when things were looking up.

Even if you hadn't had that piece of paper,

all that luck was bound to come to you.

You poor, unenlightened soul.

Think about it.

Why else would all this luck to me when it never has before?

Especially when I used to be even unluckier than you.

And why do you think that luck has never come to you?

Even with lightning,

just like you can use a lightning rod to steer it in any direction you want…

Okay.

To attract luck to you,

you need this.

Shut up and stuff your face.

This right here is like a lightning rod.

You idiot. For goodness' sake.

After we finished our drinks, instead of letting him go home,

I took him to our favorite b-ball court and tried to find out more.

Wait! Man, I'm exhausted.

That bujeok you were talking about...

So are you saying

that a bujeok can attract all the luck that's floating around or something?

Luck doesn't float around in the air.

You see,

luck travels between people.

Back and forth.

What kind of bullshit is this?

So if you want luck,

you have to steal it from someone else.

Steal it? Like some kind of physical object?

Gosh, I remember the old days.

Back when I was dirt-poor,

nothing ever went my way

because some guy had snatched all my luck.

Man, how much should I believe what he's saying?

Same goes for you, you poor loser.

The guy who stole your luck

is probably somewhere living the high life.

That's why you're still so unlucky,

you moron.

What the… Hey.

I'm not the only one who's in on this secret.

Anyone who's anyone goes

to the same psychic I do.

Oh, you know one of them too.

Jeong…

-Hey. -Yeah?

So where'd you get that bujeok?

After hitting the bar, basketball court, and playground,

we barged into the psychic's house in the middle of the night,

while reeking of alcohol.

I wasn't holding my breath for a bujeok

which costs millions of won have made,

but I wanted to know who pilfered my luck and if he was living it up.

I wanted to at least see the bastard's mug.

Look.

I hear someone's been stealing my luck.

I'm here today to see his face.

I'm sorry, Master Cheon.

You see,

he can never catch a break,

and he reminded me of myself…

So after a few drinks, I...

If you want a bujeok,

at least show Master Cheon some respect.

For God's sake. Master, my ass.

What would you do with that information anyway?

Isn't it obvious?

If someone did steal my luck,

I should do whatever it takes to get it back.

Am I supposed to stand by and do nothing

after being robbed?

I don't know.

There's no way to find him.

Unbelievable.

If you're a psychic,

you should be able to see when my luck was drained.

I want you to find the person who absorbed my luck

and tell me who it is.

Are you planning on asking every person you meet,

"Hey, did you happen to steal my luck that day?"

Is that how you're going to waste the rest of your life!

If I can't find them today,

I'll come back as a ghost later to find them.

He must be out of his mind.

Yeah, that's right. I'm insane!

You try being a no-name actor for ten years

and see if you don't go insane.

Master Cheon,

could you try to be a little understanding?

After just one month as nameless actor...

No.

After just one day, you'd see right away.

Life is utter shit.

Then if you add alcohol to the mix,

you turn into a wasted mess.

That's enough. I'm going to get drunk off disinfectant.

Stop combing your hair. I don't want to clean up after you!

Will you look me in the eye, please?

Where do you keep looking?

Get off me.

I knew people like you

who wandered around their whole lives in search of their luck.

They wasted away their youth.

Guess what happened to them in the end.

They all died in the streets.

They died a pitiful,

miserable death.

Is that how you want to go to the afterlife?

Listen.

Rather than dying in the streets,

I'm more afraid of growing old and dying as an unknown actor.

Stop spraying that!

And stop messing with your hair!

Look me in the eye when you're talking to me!

What on earth do you keep looking at?

Are you trying to ignore me?

You...

You have a sibling who died.

Many years ago...

In pigtails.

She was a little girl.

When I was little,

after the heartbreaking death of my little sister,

no one in my family

ever spoke of her existence again.

She died 30 years ago…

I remember she liked to wear her hair in pigtails.

Master Cheon.

I've misjudged you.

Please help me this one time. Please…

Help me get my big break.

I was wrong about you.

Please help me.

I can't find the person who stole your luck.

But

I can help you get your luck back.

Get… my luck back?

Me?

The unluckiest guy on the planet?

Me?

Thank you.

I'll make a bujeok for you.

I'm doing this for your poor sister next to you.

In this world,

there are those who steal luck

and those who get their luck stolen.

Up until now, as you've been robbed of your luck,

I'm sure nothing has ever worked out in your favor.

But now since you've met me,

as of today,

you will become someone who steals luck.

Omshira huyacream

Klysahirim sitadraha

Omnama hwibaya

Omnamo narayanama

Omaim saraswati namaha soham

Omshira huyacream

Klysahirim sitadraha

Omnama hwibaya

Omnamo narayanama

Omaim saraswati namaha soham

This bujeok was made according to my fortune,

so why isn't it working?

Why did I fail that audition?

Maybe that psychic was a quack.

That can't be right.

Those famous people Yong-jin saw wouldn't go to her

if her bujeoks weren't effective.

Damn it!

Then why isn't it doing anything for me?

Now

you can steal luck too.

But there's one thing you need to know.

If the other person's chi is too strong,

even this bujeok won't be enough to steal their luck.

If that happens,

you'll have to meet them in person.

If you recite the spell before them,

no matter how strong their chi is, you'll be able to take their luck.

Do you understand?

But earlier, you said

it would be impossible for me to meet the bastard.

Your luck is like a deep valley,

while his is like a tall mountain.

That means you can find him.

Because tall mountains can even be seen from far away.

Please help me, Master Cheon.

Help me meet him face-to-face.

Please.

After hearing how I could find that jerk,

I was in such good spirits

that I drank to the point of not remembering

how I got home that night.

All right, let's drink.

Cheers!

When I'm chanting, should my hands be like this?

Like this.

-Okay, time for another. -Master Cheon.

Thank you!

-Think you can do it? -Master Cheon.

So my hands should be up high? Like this?

I got blackout drunk.

The memories of seeing Yong-jin,

meeting the psychic,

and having the bujeok made

were all erased from my head.

Considering how I failed an important audition

even with a bujeok that we chanted a spell over,

my opponent might have a powerful chi, just as the psychic said.

In that case,

I'll have to meet him in person.

No matter how strong his chi is, if I say the spell to his face,

she said I can steal my luck back.

It's likely that

that man has stolen enough luck to achieve fame.

Enough to get his name on the news and TV.

It'll be easy to find him.

Especially in this day and age.

During my reading, the psychic was able to

figure out the exact dates my luck hit rock bottom.

I have to find the guy who got lucky on that day.

The first date the psychic guessed was

the unluckiest day of my life.

Hey, Yong-jin.

Can you find out where Jeong Un-cheol is right now?

Jeong Un-cheol? The actor?

Yes, Jeong Un-cheol the actor.

Ask your manager to figure out where he is

and get me Jeong Un-cheol's location.

-I need to go see him in person. -Why?

Because that bastard stole my luck!

What?

So that means…

No way…

Yes way. It was Jeong Un-cheol all along.

Jeong Un-cheol, the actor!

Hey.

On one of the days I failed an audition,

an article was published about him being cast

in Bong Joon-ho's Father.

Do you remember the day my movie was scrapped last year?

That same day, that asshole won a best actor award.

Our fates have been entangled numerous times

over the past ten years.

It happened today too.

You know the audition I prepped for for one year?

Well, today…

the assistant director told me I didn't get the part.

That bastard, on the other hand,

got contacted by a Hollywood director. I saw the article.

They say he could become a global star.

Every time my luck hits rock bottom, he hits the jackpot.

You hear me?

So how do you expect me to believe that it wasn't him!

Jeong Un-cheol? The actor?

-When are you going to see him? -Right this second, of course.

But Master Cheon.

I have a question.

When I do the incantation in front of him,

I just have to do it the same way you showed me.

Right?

That's right.

Remember where I stuck the bujeok?

Of course. The forehead.

Do it just like that.

First,

I'm going to go make a straw doll.

When I'm saying the spell,

can I just quietly recite it in a corner?

You don't need a straw doll if you're planning to see him in person.

You have to stick the bujeok on Jeong Un-cheol's forehead.

What?

Spin him clockwise

and make him look up at the sky with both arms raised.

Lastly, recite the spell at the top of your lungs.

Shout it so loud that the whole universe shakes.

Hey, Gi-sam.

I know where Un-cheol is.

His first action training lesson is today.

He's filming an action clip to send to Marvel Studios.

I guess they want to cast an Asian actor who knows how to sword fight.

Maybe that's why he had to rush into action training.

Buy apparently, Un-cheol has been on edge lately.

If he's been draining all my luck,

shouldn't he be happy even when he's just breathing?

No, listen.

Apparently, he lied his ass off about being an expert with a sword.

He's sweating bullets right now.

Then,

maybe I should give him a little lesson.

By the way, did you ask Master Cheon how you should cast the spell?

Is it done the same way?

Yes.

It has to be done the same damn way.

Hey, be careful when you're doing the incantation.

If you do it wrong, you'll be screwed.

Hey.

If you're that concerned,

why don't you come and watch?

You can see me slap a bujeok

on the forehead of a top actor,

recite a spell as I spin him in circles,

and put on a rousing ritual for the gods!

Hello.

Hello. Why are you here so early?

I have to go to Hollywood.

Yes, of course.

We're getting set up,

so why don't you get changed and wait for a bit?

Sure thing.

Crazy punk.

He should know better than to call me right now.

You don't need a straw doll if you're planning to see him in person.

You have to stick the bujeok on Jeong Un-cheol's forehead.

Lastly, recite the spell at the top of your lungs.

If talking to him doesn't work…

Are you with the martial arts team?

What?

The martial arts team.

Oh, yes.

They just left for lunch. Why didn't you go?

Oh, I…

Thirty minutes for lunch,

another 30 for the coffee break,

add the commute time…

They just left, so at the most, I have…

One hour.

They'll be back in an hour.

I have to settle the score with him before then.

Are you really part of the martial arts team?

He's filming an action clip to send to Marvel Studios.

Maybe that's why he had to rush into action training.

Of course.

We heard you'd be filming an action clip here,

so we've prepared everything you'll need.

Hold it together, Gi-sam.

Let's think about some courses of action that come to mind.

First,

I could just be honest with him.

Second, I could try to persuade him with logic.

And third,

I could get on my knees and beg.

And lastly,

I could tie him up, stick a bujeok on him,

hang him from the ceiling, spin him around,

and recite the spell.

Apparently, he lied his ass off about being an expert with a sword.

He's sweating bullets right now.

Then,

maybe I should give him a little lesson.

Mr. Jeong.

Would you like me to teach you how to use a sword?

Wow, how did you do that?

Okay, sounds good.

Just until the action director gets back.

If only one of us can possess the luck,

let's see this through to the end today.

First, I'll show you how to wield your sword.

The way you handle a real sword is different

from how you handle a prop sword.

First…

Try to hit me.

One, two, three, four.

One.

One, two, three, four.

Okay, again.

One, two, three, four.

One.

One, two, three, four.

One! Okay.

Looks like you got the hang of that,

so this time I'll attack you.

Do your best to block me.

Go easy on me. It costs people money if I get hurt.

Of course. We can't let any part of you get injured.

Especially your good-looking face.

All right.

Nice.

Other side.

You're good.

Side.

Whoa, nice.

Okay, other side.

There you go. Head.

Good. Neck.

Good. Other side of the neck.

A little harder. There you go.

Okay, very nice.

Goodness.

Side. Good.

Head.

Good. Other side.

Side, head.

Good. Neck.

Neck.

Side! Head!

Neck!

Neck! Side!

-Side! -Damn it, stop!

What the hell are you doing?

Don't you want to go to Hollywood?

Don't you want to work with Marvel Studios?

Side!

You need to show this much intensity

to make Hollywood happy.

That's how you get them to cast you.

Side.

Hey!

Are you trying to kill me?

Oh, come on.

I'm just trying to get you to Hollywood.

To be honest, I'm a fan of yours.

Catch your breath. Let's take a break.

Hey.

You're going to get me to Hollywood?

What a nutjob.

Okay, fine.

Seems like you've got something planned,

so let's see what it is.

You have attacking and defending down,

so let's go over our sequence.

But you'll need to stay on your toes.

If you don't,

you could get a scratch on that handsome face.

Hey, we never introduced ourselves.

I'm sure you know my name.

My name is Gi-sam. Jeong Gi-sam.

I see.

Shall we give it a go then?

Should I trust Mr. Jeong Gi-sam to send me to Hollywood?

One, two.

Two, three.

Good. Let's go again.

Okay, three strikes to the head.

Legs.

Shoulder.

Thrust it.

Here.

Mr. Jeong.

Could I ask you advice on something?

I nearly choked on my water.

I didn't realize we were already that close.

This is why you can't be nice to these people.

Don't get flustered. Keep pushing ahead.

Apparently, someone has been stealing my luck.

What would you do if you were in my shoes?

It could be fun to film the clip from up there.

In this world,

there's a fixed amount of luck.

If one person's luck goes up, another person's goes down.

Like a seesaw.

But what's unfortunate

is that people have no clue

that they're stealing someone's luck

or getting their luck stolen.

Maybe I'll use those wires too.

And this bujeok right here is

a luck-stealing talisman.

What is this nonsense he's spewing?

Up until this morning,

I thought the same way you do.

Okay?

But this isn't a superstition. It's the truth.

He's living the good life with the luck he took from me.

I can see it with my own eyes.

So who is this person, and how did they steal your luck?

Did they hold a knife up to your neck?

Why'd you let them steal it like some moron?

I mean, look.

I'm not saying this because I believe in superstitions or bujeok.

On days I bombed auditions or heard my movie was canceled,

that jerk…

won an award or his movie hit it big.

-Is he an actor? -Yes.

He's an actor.

Every time I was down on my luck,

he was showered with love and blessings,

and everything he touched turned to gold.

My parents were so worried about me that…

they ended up falling ill and passing away!

That's how everyone in my life has left me!

You hear me?

God damn it.

Because I've never had an ounce of luck in my life…

Quit blubbering and tell me what you need my advice for.

On to Plan B.

I have to go find that person

and tell them I'm taking their luck.

How would you do it?

How would you tell them?

What do you mean, how? I would be honest.

"You and I are linked by these shitty circumstances.

That's why I'm here.

I'm here to take back the luck you stole."

Do you think he'll believe me?

What difference does that make? All that matters is you're sincere.

So then,

what if I beg and plead

and he still doesn't give in?

What would you do in that situation?

I'd make sure he could never snatch my luck again.

I'd crush one of his body parts.

And if that weren't enough,

I would off him.

What?

Why are you so surprised?

All his luck would become yours.

No, I've never entertained that thought.

He's lived a good life until now,

so if I could do the same from this point on,

that's all I want. I'd be satisfied with that.

You sure are naive.

I'm talking about if he keeps refusing to give in.

If that's the extent of your request, I think he'll comply.

Do you really…

think so?

Noblesse oblige.

If he's been living a life of comfort,

isn't it his duty to share some of his luck?

What are you still doing here?

Go and take back your luck.

There's just one problem.

What I have to do to steak back my luck is…

-It's fucked up. -As is everything you've said so far.

What do you have to do?

Well…

I have to take this bujeok...

I take this bujeok

and stick it on my forehead,

look up,

put both hands up high like this,

spin clockwise,

and say a spell.

-Then that person's luck-- -So, to summarize...

After sticking this right on your forehead...

Let's try that again.

Stick it right… It's not sticking.

Try putting some spit on it.

Spit?

Is that kind of gross?

Hold on.

It's crooked.

Okay, and then...

So you have to look up,

raise your arms, and spin around in circles?

Right. You don't have to spin so fast.

-And then? -The spell! Hurry!

After you do this…

-Say the spell! -That's how you steal his luck?

Klysahirim sitadraha

Omnama hwibaya

Omnamo narayanama

Omshira huyacream

Klysahirim…

What are you doing?

I told you to take this bujeok and go find him.

Why are you mumbling gibberish?

Hurry up and go talk to him. Okay?

"I'm here to take back my stolen luck.

You've lived a good life,

so now it's my turn." Go tell him that.

I'm really going to…

-I'm going to tell him. -Okay. Go right now.

-I'm going to do it. -Go for it.

I'm serious.

Do it.

It's you, asshole.

You're the one who's been stealing my luck!

All right?

I failed my audition while you got a call from Hollywood.

Man, I bet you're ecstatic.

You've accomplished all you can in this tiny country,

and now you're going to Hollywood.

I could never even dream of that.

So it's my fault you never got your big break?

That's what I've been saying.

What the hell do you think I've been talking about all this time?

Oh, you mean when you prattled on about me

and pretended it was about someone else?

If I hadn't, would a hotshot like yourself

have listened to a peon like me?

Okay, you have a point there.

I'm not an easy person to approach.

Especially if you're a peon.

By the way,

do you really believe that psychic?

Every time my luck ran out, you had a lucky break.

Coincidentally, I'm sure.

These instances overlap too perfectly for it to all be a coincidence.

In the opposite way.

So how can I not believe the psychic?

Why do only you get to live in comfort?

Why do I have to live in misery, you asshole?

Gosh, now that you're being candid, this all sounds different.

You never got your big break because you lack effort and talent.

I just worked hard at my job.

I got to where I am

through my skills and my skills alone.

Why are you blaming other people

for your lack of skill and talent?

What did you say?

Skill? Talent?

I'm at the practice room every day

doing vocal exercises, character analysis,

and memorizing lines!

I've done that every day for ten years!

All I believed in was my hard work.

How much harder to I have to try?

How much longer do I have to toil away in that dark practice room!

Do it until you make something of yourself!

You tell me how much longer I have to work my ass off!

So you fell for some superstitious drivel and came looking for me?

To steal my luck?

What's wrong?

-Don't want to give it to me? -Would you want to?

That isn't what you said earlier.

Hey, if you're going to

keep talking bullshit like that, get lost.

And stop believing in superstitions.

Get out of here.

Plan C. Get on my knees and beg.

Hey.

Couldn't you just do this favor for me once?

You don't believe in it anyway. You think this is trash.

Then, couldn't you let me try?

Look.

If I gave you my luck,

and all my luck

and opportunities disappeared, I would regret everything.

Would you do it?

You said you don't believe in superstition.

I don't. I don't believe it.

Hey, be honest with me.

It's not that you're just a schmuck.

It's because you want more, isn't it?

You're just hungry for more.

Yeah, you're right.

I am just hungry for more. So what?

-I'm not even close to being full. -You're digging a hole for yourself.

Your greed will ruin you.

Like I said, I'm still hungry, you bastard.

All right?

All right.

Another plan bites the dust.

Okay.

It's fine. I understand.

Okay.

Got it.

What was Plan D?

Oh, that's right.

Tie him up, stick a bujeok on him,

hang him from the ceiling, spin him around,

and recite the spell. Plan D.

Do you remember what you told me earlier

with your own mouth?

Do you remember what you said I should do

if he didn't give in even after I begged?

What was it?

You said I should crush one of his body parts

or just off him.

Do you remember telling me that?

So what are you going to do? Kill me?

If you do,

I wonder how many years you'll be behind bars.

Why would you assume I'd get locked up?

Have you ever heard of a murderer who doesn't?

It's a possibility.

Because if you were to disappear,

all your luck would come to me.

You are one crazy son of a bitch! For fuck's sake.

You think this is a superstition?

What else would it be?

If you disappeared and my ship came in,

then it wouldn't be a superstition.

What do you think of my idea?

Hey. Don't you come any closer.

Beat it! Go!

There's nothing to be scared of. I'm not going to kill you.

I'm just going to rearrange your face a bit.

Just enough so you can't act.

If I mangle your face and your career tanks,

that luck of yours

will all come to me.

Get it?

You asshole!

You crazy bastard!

You've lost your mind over a superstition!

Damn straight. I am crazy!

Stop!

You can either let me maim your face

or do the incantation.

Just give me back my luck, you bastard!

Stop!

Please stop!

I'll do anything you want, so please stop.

I'll do anything you want!

If you mess up my face, I'm done for!

So stop! Please!

Then get up, asshole.

Spin.

Start spinning around, you bastard.

You hear me?

Omshira huyacream

Klysahirim sitadraha

Omnama hwibaya

Omnamo narayanama

Omaim saraswati namaha soham

Soham!

Happy now, asshole?

Spin around one more time for me.

For fuck's sake!

Omshira huyacream

Klysahirim sitadraha

Omnama hwibaya

Omnamo narayanama

Omaim saraswati namaha soham

Namaha soham!

Now your luck is all mine!

It's all mine!

Leave the bujeok, you bastard.

Thanks, you scumbag.

Hey, Yong-jin!

Dude! Yong-jin!

Hey!

Why didn't you answer your damn phone!

I couldn't answer the phone. I was executing a major plan.

Did you meet him?

-Yes. -Did you do it?

Of course, I did.

I just went up to the top actor in Korea

and slapped a bujeok on his forehead!

Now all of his luck will come to me.

But Gi-sam, something feels off.

Of course.

The thought of me getting lucky is weird for me too.

I've gone my entire life without having any luck.

Let's see if I can get lucky now.

Hey, about Jeong Un-cheol…

Yeah?

I'm pretty sure told you

that night at the playground.

He's one of Master Cheon's clients.

She makes a bujeok for him whenever he needs luck.

He's a VVIP client who pays millions of won for one bujeok.

But she abandoned a major backer like him

and helped you, when you're flat broke.

Doesn't that seem odd to you?

Jeong Un-cheol? The actor?

I have a feeling

that those two…

What…

What did they dupe me into doing?

Stop beating around the bush, you idiot.

Where are you?

Tell the action team they can come in.

I just wanted to practice alone.

It was one of those days.

Yeah.

And tell the action director I'm not training today.

Why is he being so rigid?

That part is mine anyway.

MASTER CHEON

Hello, Master Cheon.

I was just about to call you.

The day we went to see Master Cheon,

when you were chanting the spell, she put the bujeok on the doll.

And you said she told you

to put the bujeok on Jeong Un-cheol.

Any time I've chanted a spell,

I've stuck the bujeok on my forehead.

I just went along with it

because I figured she had a reason for changing it.

But no matter how I look at it…

Hey.

Gi-sam.

I think they screwed you over.

That bujeok you have…

It sends luck to the person who has it on their forehead.

How did the incantation go?

The incantation? The one I do every day?

I'm just amazed he came to see me like you said he would.

Anyway, I'm relieved everything worked out easily.

Easily? Hardly.

Keeping up that act was a struggle for me.

"I don't believe in superstitions and bujeok."

You know how hard it was to act like I believed that?

My goodness.

So that punk

put on airs when he was training me with his lousy sword fighting skills.

What did he say?

He even lied about being on the action team.

It was so hard to pretend like I didn't know who he was.

He's the type to pounce on you

if you act dumb and retreat.

You're right.

When I pretended to give in,

he got all excited and swooped in.

Hold on.

He's calling me right now.

-Who is? -That man. Jeong Gi-sam.

Gi-sam? Answer the phone and say…

that the luck is his now, and congratulate him.

I don't think this is the time for games.

I have a bad feeling.

What are you worried about? What's done is done.

To be honest, something's been bothering me.

He came to see me with a friend of his.

A guy named Yong-jin. He's one of my clients.

I'm sure he knows

that you come to see me.

If those two men

discussed this bit of information…

Hey.

Don't look anywhere else, and just answer me.

Are you acquainted with that bastard, Jeong Un-cheol?

Jeong Un-cheol…

He's a client of mine.

I hear he's one of your VVIPs.

Is that true?

You can't even compare to him.

A con artist discriminating. That's rich.

Hey.

Let me ask you one question.

Why did I have to stick the bujeok on Jeong Un-cheol?

Shouldn't it have been on me?

That bujeok is designed

to allow you to steal luck if it's stuck on you

and for Jeong Un-cheol to steal luck if it's stuck on him.

In person, it allows you to steal more thoroughly.

That means

every bit of your luck has probably been taken,

including the last dregs of luck that were in your soul.

Your luck has plunged so far that you're now fated to die in the streets.

So, be careful.

Especially when you're outside walking or driving.

Although I don't have to tell you this,

I'm letting you know because I feel bad for your dead sister.

My final act of mercy

ends here.

You need to be careful from now on.

Don't have expectations of anything.

Nothing will pan out the way you want.

All that's left is for your life to plummet to new lows.

So get your head on straight

and just be grateful for even being alive and well.

Hey, be careful when you're doing the incantation.

If you do it wrong, you'll be screwed.

Let me say one last thing to you.

Yong-jin told me something after a few drinks.

He said if I did the incantation wrong,

I would be screwed.

That if the bujeok is upside down,

I'd be royally screwed.

Shit.

It's your turn to be screwed over, assholes!

Now that Captain America and Iron Man are gone,

who will lead the Avengers?

Maybe I should do it.

MASTER CHEON

Man, I was really in the zone.

What? What is it this time?

Did he say he'd come after me with a gun?

How was the bujeok placed during the incantation?

Why do you sound so serious? Did someone die?

Just answer the question!

Unless you want to end up in hell and not Hollywood!

Klysahirim sitadraha

Omnama hwibaya

Omnamo narayanama

Omaim saraswati namaha soham

Hey, dude! Gi-sam!

Did you really stick it on upside down?

Yes! I stuck it on him upside down.

If you noticed something was off,

don't you think I would've felt it too?

Why would that psychic drop a VIP like Jeong Un-cheol

and help me? She'd have to be insane.

Those bastards.

It was obvious they were trying to pull a fast one on me.

When I was trying to think of a way to return the favor,

I remembered what you told me over the phone earlier.

"Be careful when you're doing the incantation."

"Or you'll be screwed."

"If the bujeok is upside down, the luck will flow backwards."

Backwards.

That's why I did exactly what you said.

I put it on upside down!

Jeong Gi-sam…

He knew that you and I…

I think He knew we had tricked him,

and he was putting on an act.

From the beginning.

When you flip a bujeok

in which energy flows from top to bottom,

the luck flows backwards.

He knew that.

How did he know that?

Did you two scheme this to screw me over?

How much did he offer you for a bujeok?

More than me?

Stop being so suspicious!

That's why you can't get to the next level.

His friend…

His friend, Yong-jin,

had his bujeok on upside down once,

and I told him his luck would flow backwards.

I'm sure Yong-jin was the one who told him.

You should've told me too!

How could I have known he'd do it upside down?

How could I have known

that Gi-sam...

would be so lucky!

I've been laughing so much that I'm crying!

Why didn't you tell me earlier? My stomach hurts!

You scared me, you punk!

That was method acting.

It takes a while to get out of character.

If you keep giving performances like that,

the Best Actor award is in the bag.

You're right.

Shit, I wish I could win the Best Actor award too.

Let's talk later. I have another call.

Hello, sir.

Mr. Jeong Gi-sam?

I was scouting for locations this morning

and couldn't really talk earlier. I'm sorry.

No, it's fine.

Is there something else you needed to tell me?

I made a mistake earlier,

and I gave you the wrong results.

I'm just calling to say

that we would like to cast you for our movie.

Pardon?

The director wants to meet you soon

and have a meal with you.

When would be a good time for you?

Un-cheol.

I've just been informed

that the Hollywood project is being shelved.

So there's no need

to film that action clip anymore.

Wait, what did you just say?

Why is it suddenly being shelved?

I just got the email about it myself, so I need to look into it.

Can't you talk to them

and see if they'll let us send an audition video?

If they watched that,

it would probably change their minds.

I promise to film a killer action video.

Man, it's not being postponed.

It's being canceled.

What?

They're canceling the production of the movie?

A Marvel movie in Hollywood?

They scrapped the movie?

How does that make sense?

Damn it!

Man, how am I going to face that jerk

on the set of the movie?

Shit, my life these days is

awfully eventful.

Hello?

Hey there, Gi-sam.

"Hey there, Gi…"

My goodness, who is this?

What could the hotshot actor I just saw be calling me about?

What could he want from a peon like me?

You're touchy.

I've always been a little touchy.

So… I've been thinking.

And I feel kind of sorry about what happened.

I called because I'd like to treat you to a meal.

What do you like?

Wow, you're suddenly acting like a human being.

What's gotten into you?

Gosh, you seem so warm and friendly all of a sudden.

Do you normally cling to people this easily?

Are you going to ask to be friends?

I looked it up and saw that we're pretty close in age.

So?

Are you saying you want to be my friend?

Wouldn't you want to be friends with a superstar?

How old are you?

I'm 42. I was born in 1980, Year of the Monkey.

I'm 44! Born in 1979, Year of the Sheep!

Hey, we should be friends then!

Sure, why not? I'll be your friend.

Okay then, Un-cheol, you bastard.

Okay, Gi-sam.

Where are you right now?

At the action team's studio.

I wanted to revel in this delightful feeling.

Why do you ask?

Did something interesting happen?

This guy tried to dupe me,

and I stabbed him in the back.

Of course it was interesting.

Gosh, are you that happy about stabbing someone in the back?

Who cares? He's a swindler.

Stay right where you are. I'm almost there.

Listen, friend.

You shouldn't trick someone more than once.

What kind of a person tries to trick the same person twice?

Why are you jumping to conclusions?

Do you really think

I'd try to dupe my friend again?

That's right! We're friends, Un-cheol. Right?

That's right, friend!

Un-cheol, you bastard! We're friends, aren't we?

You know, I was thinking,

I think I was too harsh on you.

That's why I've come to make you an offer.

For free?

What do you think?

Come on, we're friends.

Between people who are close,

give-and-take should be more precise.

I have no idea what you mean.

But you must be here

to steal from me again.

You'll never escape from the gutter with a skewed perspective like that.

It's time you got your head on straight.

You're an actor, right?

An unknown actor with no lines.

You must've seen me on set before.

You probably watched me with eyes full of envy

or full of jealousy.

Wow.

You sure know a lot about me.

We're friends. I should know at least that much.

You sure you didn't do a background check on your friend?

Why are you being so difficult?

I'm saying that I'll help you.

But why?

Why do you keep insisting on helping me?

Huh?

What do you think of my offer?

You haven't even said what you're offering.

Man, this punk.

I guess you're pretty anxious,

considering how desperate you are right now.

Do you really need to double-check the obvious?

I'm saying I'll pull you out of the gutter.

You should jump at my offer.

Beggars can't be choosers.

Wow.

You must have an awfully tempting offer to make.

When I tell you, you'll probably lose your mind.

Don't get too excited and piss your pants.

Piss my pants? Man, you're gross.

All right.

Go ahead and make me piss my pants. Tell me.

Hand over your luck to me.

I'll get you a supporting role in my next movie.

Come on.

You're offering some measly supporting role?

So that you can drain me of all my luck?

It's an important role in a major film.

One that I'll be starring in.

So

you're telling me you're going to keep stealing my luck.

Think about it. I need to keep succeeding

so that I can keep getting you good roles.

In addition to supporting roles,

I can help you get the lead role in small movies.

Use your talent to achieve success.

With talent, not with luck.

That's how I want to see you succeed.

Instead of relying on bujeok and superstitions,

use your talent to succeed honorably.

Then why can't you do that?

Because I've already became an addict who can't do anything without luck.

In any case, only one of us can possess this luck.

I'll help you with my talent.

You help me with your luck.

Don't be like me.

Be honorable.

Achieve success honorably with your talent.

You can do that.

Achieve success honorably with my talent?

That's how I've lived my entire life.

I may not have luck, but I can use my talent to succeed.

Because I believe in my talent.

Because that's how I've lived my entire life.

Because I'm talented. Because I believe in my talent.

Because I've believed in my talent my whole life!

You can take that opportunity and stuff it, you asshole.

Talent? Hard work?

None of that matters.

Luck is what you need to succeed in this world.

What good does it do to work hard and develop your talent?

Everyone in the world is already doing that.

In the end, success favors the lucky.

I'm fucking sick of this world where bastards like you succeed.

I'm not going to keep living the way I used to.

I'm going to become a lucky bastard too!

You asshole.

Come out here!

You bastard!

You little rat!

It's my luck!

It's mine, damn it!

It's mine, asshole!

Get out of there!

-Come out here! -Stab me if you can!

Try stabbing me, damn it!

Gladly, you son of a bitch.

Just disappear, you bastard.

Come out here!

Give me back my luck!

-Shit! -Omshira huyacream

-Shit! -Omshira…

Omshira huyacream

No!

-No! -Klysahirim sitadraha

Omnama hwibaya

No!

Klysahirim sitadraha

Damn it, it's mine! It's my luck!

It's mine, you bastard!

It's mine.

Die, you son of a bitch!

Omshira huyacream

Klysahirim sitadraha

Omnama hwibaya

Omnamo narayanama

Omaim saraswati namaha soham

Omshira huyacream

Klysahirim sitadraha

Omnama hwibaya

Omnamo narayanama

Omshira huyacream

Klysahirim sitadraha

Omnama hwibaya

Omnamo narayanama

Omaim saraswati namaha soham

Omshira huyacream

Klysahirim sitadraha

Omnama hwibaya

Omnamo narayanama

Omaim saraswati namaha soham

Can you guess what happened

to those two men three years later?

Can you guess who took the luck

and who had their luck stolen?

Which one do you think stole the luck?

The guy who took the luck…

He visited that place every year.

So that he wouldn't forget the day he stole the luck.

Just as you visit your parents' grave on the anniversary of their death,

just as you blow out candles on a cake

on the day you were born,

he went there once a year.

And

do you know what he did once he got there?

Omshira huyacream

Klysahirim sitadraha

Omnama hwibaya

Omnamo narayanama

Omaim saraswati namaha soham

Omshira huyacream

Klysahirim sitadraha

Omnama hwibaya

Omnamo narayanama

Omaim saraswati namaha soham

Omshira huyacream

Klysahirim sitadraha

Sitadraha

Omaim saraswati namaha soham