01x05 - g*ns, Money, Lies

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- Detective.
- Yes.

It's me.

Please be quiet.

Detective...

Calm down.

I wasn't planning to do this.

After you left, everyone said
that it was the wrong choice,

but I believed you.

- Detective...
- Yes, I know.

I know very well,
and I'm very grateful.

Oh, and I also found a phone.

I got in touch with my backup

and they're going to come here soon.

I need you to calm down.
Calm down.

- My informant.
- Detective... Detective.

Am I going to be punished?

Gosh, I've k*lled so many people.

No, it's going to be okay.
You're going to be okay.

I saw him swing that knife around
and t*rture people.

But there aren't any witnesses left
so I can testify for you.

No.

- God...
- God.

God, he...

- Oh, God!
- God.

Are you going to send me to hell, God?

No.

I don't go to church so
I don't really believe in the afterlife...

The reason I came here today

is because one of our believers
is very sick.

- I see.
- And he's a really nice guy.

- Did my informant...
- He has a heart condition.

I see.

I came here to buy your heart.

Please calm down.

I saved a lot of people
by buying organs here.

Oh, really? Okay.

I'm sorry, but where's my informant?

But I now know that...

- Oh, for f*ck's sake.
- ...you shouldn't k*ll someone

- to save someone who's supposed to die.
- Bring me the enforcer.

Please tell me where my informant is.

Please?

f*ck.

Sister, please!

Where is my informant?

Where is she?

The bathroom.

- The bathroom?
- The bathroom.

The bathroom.

All right. Calm down.

- Hey, are you in there?
- Yeah!

Hey, open up.

Open this door.

I can't open it.
You open it.

f*ck, why can't she open it?

Why can't she f*cking open it?

f*ck, I forgot about this.

Detective! Please do me a favor.

What is it?

Can you sh**t me with that g*n?

- You want me to sh**t you?
- Yes.

I don't think I can take my own life.

I've committed so many sins.

If I k*ll myself,

I think I'll really end up in hell.

Detective, please end my life painlessly.

Detective, please end my life!

Detective!

Got it.

- What the hell?
- Mister.

Don't just stand there.

Push him up.

Where are you going?

I'll tell you on the way.

Just get those keys from behind you...

- Keys? Keys.
- ...and follow me.

Okay.

- Please give that back.
- Can't you please just sh**t me?

I can't.
I'm sorry I can't be of much help.

I...

I knew it.

You're a really good person.

I knew it.

I had a hunch at the auction.

You were like Jesus on a cross.

Here you go.

Thank you.

I'm not sure where that leads us,

but wouldn't it be better
if you come with us?

I can't go.

Mister.

Hurry up.

Are you sure
you don't want to come with us?

Go.

Thank you.

I think I can be saved thanks to you.

Amen.

Detective!

He's hurt pretty badly
so keep an eye on him.

Where does this vent lead to?

This guy's room.

This guy's room?

Who is this guy
and what the hell happened?

I knew those assholes
wouldn't change

even if you brought a cell phone.

I had to go for it
when I had the chance. f*ck.

Go for what?

Then was I supposed to do
nothing and just get beaten to death?

That praying woman from before...

Do you remember the knife that was stuck
in the guy who she was holding onto?

Yeah.

Choon-nam and that perm dude

dragged me to the bathroom
to interrogate me.

When I shouted out "God help me!"

that woman totally went insane,

pulled the knife out
and stabbed the perm dude.

f*ck.
Was that your plan all along?

She's pretty famous, you know.
She's a regular.

When her bid is successful,
she starts singing the hymn.

She's crazy, right?

Right?

Why do you ask?

I just felt bad for leaving her behind.

She came here to buy your organs.

Right?
And your job is to sell my organs.

I plum forgot.

Believe whatever you want.

She ended up like that because
she believed whatever she wanted.

Did you bring the phone?

Yeah.

But none of them works.

Right. Of course not.

I don't know
if it's because of the base station

or because the building
is covered in a landslide.

Hey, Mister. Wake up!

Hey, how much further? Mister!

We're almost there.

We're close.

Give me the keys.

Here it goes.

I'm going to go and open the door.

Grab him and follow me.

Got it.

Mister. Just hang in there.

Is something there?
Why aren't you moving?

Just hang in there.

Hey, you have to help me with him.

Come here and grab his legs.

I got him.

Those assholes.

Did they really have to k*ll the dog?

Get me something
to wipe his blood off.

Mister.

I don't think I can leave with you.

I'm sorry.

Do you remember what I used to tell you?

The world has gone to sh*t.

It's done for.

I...

I only managed to make 6 b*ll*ts.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

A whole lot of them
are probably dead by now.

Everything will be okay.

Okay. Don't worry.

Just like we practiced.

It's okay.

You can stop talking.

It's...

It's...

going to be...

a bit loud.

Bang.

f*ck.

Hey, we can't leave him like that.

Let's move him to the bed.

Come on.

One, two, three.

What were you guys talking about?

Were you guys speaking in Russian?

Or was it German?

What were you talking about?

Come on.

What the hell are you doing?
Are you hungry?

What the f*ck?

Hey.

What the hell is that?

Is that real?

I was supposed to leave with him?

Leave where?

I thought you worked here.

Work, my a*s.

Were you really being held hostage then?

Well? Hey!

I remember everything.

You're the one who asked me
for help on the second floor.

I can only do that if I know what exactly
I'm supposed to help you with.

I need to know what went wrong.

What is it that you want to know?

I told you. Everything.

I want to know
if you came here willingly or not.

I want to know how you got here
and what the f*ck this place is.

And since we're talking about this,

I almost died several times now
and it's all because of you.

I need to know something to trust you.
Right?

If I tell you,
are you going to believe me?

You know I'm a good liar.

I'm a cop. I think
I'll be able to tell if you're lying.

When I was 15, I ended up in juvie.

The reverend b*tch
who was a religious worker there

sold me to the owner of this place.

Hold on.

Can you be a bit more specific?

I don't understand.

I didn't have a family,

so it was mandatory for me to stay
in juvie for a year and a half,

and I had two hours
of religious activities a week.

And those religious activities
were hosted by the reverend b*tch.

Okay.

That Reverend b*tch's petition
held a lot of power,

So if we did as she said

we could get out in four months.

So what else was I going to do?

I prayed really hard, read the Bible,

and sang the hymns.

It took me five months.

Five months to get out of there with her.

So?

She took me to a shelter she ran.

I thought it was just

an ordinary house with kids like me.

That's where she sold me over
to the owner...

for three grand.

Three grand? f*ck. Is that even possible?

Isn't that way too cheap?

Reporting me as a runaway kid
made it easier

to make me disappear.

Anyway, I heard it cost them
$15,000 in total.

Happy?

So $18,000 in total.

f*ck. You suffered at such a young age.

You were trying to buy me too.

f*ck.

I was undercover.

Undercover.

Then why did you cut the ransom?
You even took a shower.

Crazy as*h*le.

f*ck, you were trying
to bullshit the others,

so I was trying to act natural.

You see this?

What is it?

What is that?

Put your head down.

What the f*ck is that?

The owner drilled a hole in my head

and inserted a tracking chip.

I tried to run away once and got caught.

If I get caught once,
they take one of my kidneys.

If I get caught twice, I end up like you.

When they took one of my kidneys

I thought I'd never be able
to get out of here.

I even thought about k*lling myself,

but that's just unfair.

I'm such a wuss.

So those assholes in the basement
also have trackers in their head

and the owner tricked them
into thinking it's a b*mb.

But I found this three years ago.

One of the guys
who had their organs stolen

ran an antique shop,
but he used to be in the army.

I have no idea what he was thinking
when he brought this in here.

So you f*cking made these yourself?

It took a while to get the gunpowder.

I wanted to prepare at least 20 b*ll*ts.

Hey, don't go all crazy on me
and sh**t me.

I don't have any b*ll*ts to waste on you.
I only have six shots.

Right? Okay.

I'm trusting you.

f*ck. I think those assholes are here.

Or not?

Is it that woman from before? f*ck.

f*ck, f*ck, f*ck. What do we do?

I'll threaten them with my g*n.
You go do something.

Okay. f*ck.

f*ck. You scared the sh*t out of me.

Did you get a lot of ears?
Drop the knife.

What do you think you're doing?

- This g*n is real.
- Bullshit.

It really is, you as*h*le.

How many more of you are up there?

How many more?

Seven.

Including you?

Yes.

Where's Min and Bu-gwan?

Dead. They're all dead.

And the owner?

The owner? f*ck.
I was outside so I don't know.

Please don't sh**t.

Shut up.

m*therf*cker. Get up.

Get the f*ck up.

Hey.

Open your mouth.

f*ck.

Now that you're in my shoes,
it feels weird, doesn't it?

Right? You're getting a taste
of your own medicine.

You'll get to know
how f*cking frustrating and scary it is.

Listen carefully.

If you make a peep or move a muscle

I will turn you into a f*cking mummy.

Just stay still.

Seven.

Six, excluding him.

We have just enough b*ll*ts.

There's no guarantee
that you'll get every shot.

Who do you think you are?
Chow Yun-fat?

What if you miss a shot?

If you want to leave, then leave.
Through the roof.

I'm doing this with or without you.

If we die, then we die.

f*ck.

Hey.

Seven million dollars, right?

If you're lying, I'm going to k*ll you.

And remember...

Seventy-thirty.

- I take 70.
- I thought it was 80-20.

Are you sure
you're going to be okay with that?

- No.
- Gosh.

I have a f*cking conscience, you know.
Hold on.

Okay.

f*ck. Okay.

What are you doing?

I'm going to fight before I die. f*ck.

What are you, crazy?

Then do you think
I'll be able to fight in my right mind?

You were having f*cking dirty thoughts,
weren't you?

Hold on.

Is there any padding...

f*ck.

Okay. Good.

This is good.

Help me stick this on.

Stick it.

You need someone to be
cannon fodder, don't you?

Then I should at least prepare myself.

Live for a long time, old man.

Okay. You jealous?

- Don't get yourself k*lled.
- I f*cking got it.

Okay. Nice.

Get me another book. Over here.

That one.

The small one.

Yes.

Stick that on there.

Hold on a sec.

If you went to juvie,

you must've done something pretty bad.

You k*ll someone?

My teacher.

Teacher?

The dude with the finger?
That was real?

I didn't k*ll him.

I just stabbed him.

He didn't die, right?

They won't be able to k*ll you easily now.

That's f*cking right.

Okay. Hold on.

Hey, is there
a pair of pants in there?

Well? f*ck. Here it is.

f*ck.

I was going to hike the mountains,

go all the way to Gangneung
and smuggle us both out to Russia.

Smuggle?

Take this.

What is it?

It's f*cking heavy.

What the hell is this?

Gosh, you really are well prepared.

You prepared these with him?

But I don't think I'll need these.

I live in Chuncheon, so all I have to do

is climb down the mountain
and get a cab.

I'll think you'll need those.

You said $7 million, right?

Cash, right?

It's going to be quite heavy.

Wait. Do we have more bags?

I think these
are going to be enough.

Sir, thank you for the pants.

Thank you so much.

You done.

Yes. Let's f*cking do this.

f*ck.

Are you f*cking crazy?

f*cking as*h*le.

How could you k*ll someone
after telling him you'll let him go?

as*h*le.

That's your punishment, you as*h*le.

Find your own way to live.

f*ck. You tricked me too.

Do you really think
he can live after that?

I tricked you to k*ll you.

Did I ever tell you
that I'll let you live?

What the f*ck is that supposed to mean?

Is she saying that she'll k*ll me
or let me live?

Did you find something?

Come over here.

f*ck.

I forgot this was here.

Hey.

I'll go up first and pull you up.

You be the lookout.

Look for what?

Gosh, you really don't know anything.

Forget it.

If the gangsters see us,

when we go up, they will come for us,

and you will have the urge to sh**t them.

If you do, swallow your spit.

- My spit.
- That urge.

Swallow that urge to spit.

Okay? Try to aim your g*n.

Stand back a little.

When they start to come at us,
sh**t them when they're right about here.

If you do, you won't miss.

Got it?

I'll be protecting you like this.

And when they come,
put your hand on my shoulder and sh**t.

- Okay?
- Okay.

I think it's a good idea.

That is what you call a plan.

Careful.

Be careful.

Gosh, it f*cking stinks.

They really are all dead.

Hey.

There are six left
except for these guys, right?

Count to see if it's right.

- Am I right?
- I think so.

Okay.

f*ck.

Seven million dollars.

I'll trust her.

- Which way?
- That way.

Room 404.

Room 404.

Wait.

Hey.

You sh**t the first guy that comes out,
and then I'll attack.

Got it?

Hold on.

Count down before you sh**t.

Then I'll pretend to sh**t too.

It'll confuse them.

Right? Okay.

What are you doing?

They'll only open the door
if we ring the doorbell.

Is that you Chang-seon?

Damn it.

I'll create a diversion.

When they come out, just sh**t.

I told you to knock and not ring the bell.

- I knocked several times...
- What the hell?

Hey.

- One.
- You assholes!

Two!

Three! Four!

Drop the knife.

f*ck. He's alive.

You as*h*le.

You said no one's here.

You said it's safe.

Drop the knife, you as*h*le.

You f*cking murderers.

He's as good as dead anyway.
There's no point in sh**ting him.

sh**t that guy first.

No.

I'm going to k*ll him with my own hands.

What? He's the Boss?

f*ck. He's still alive.

Then what about that as*h*le?
Is he Hee-sook?

Hold on.
Let's just talk this out. Don't sh**t.

Let's talk.

You're here for the money, right?

That old man won't talk.

I have been stabbing him and torturing him
for an hour, and he hasn't said a word.

He's been at it for 30 minutes.

He keeps bleeding,
but he just won't die.

Things aren't going smoothly.
f*ck.

Gosh, Ju-young,
you just don't want to die, do you?

Great job surviving,
but we need to know where the money is.

You don't know, right?

So shouldn't you sh**t that guy
with the knife?

Shut up, you as*h*le.

You b*tch.

You said you know where the money is.

Look at that as*h*le keeping
his mouth shut so we won't k*ll him.

Hey.

They can hear you so lower your voice.

I'll make sure you get your cut.

- You'll make sure?
- So just shut your mouth.

What do you know?

I know, so f*cking shut up, you as*h*le.

Don't f*ck with me.
You don't know, do you?

Are you going to keep on lying?

- Hey.
- Until when are you going to lie?

Why did I not know that?

Why did I believe you?

Hey, if you sh**t him, I will stab you.

Hey.

Do you have nothing to say to me?

No one knows.

Mister.

You're not going to talk, are you?

What the hell are you laughing at?
Stop laughing!

You f*cking b*tch.
You only have one b*llet left.

If you don't sh**t me with that,
you're dead. Got it?

Detective... Did you transfer here?

We usually don't make mistakes.

I'm sorry about this.

I think Ju-young tricked you.

Everything out of her mouth is a lie.

I guess she lured you with money
since you don't make much.

So what? You f*cking as*h*le.

The way I see it, you'll never
be able to find your money here.

Let's team up,

k*ll that b*tch with the g*n,

and calmly discuss
what we're going to do next.

I think that crazy b*stard is
going to die unless he gets a transfusion.

Hey, Auctioneer.

You sh**t that detective

and I'll put my knife down.

That crazy b*stard.

I think this is it for me.

That f*cking as*h*le
won't stop talking.

He just won't die.

Detective.

Let's go and make some seed money,
but not here.

Just cover me and you'll be able to
live a wealthy life until you die.

What would you gain
from sticking with her?

Fry chicken?

I said, shut up!

What should I do?
Should I fight him?

I'm going to count to five.

One!

Even if I die...

Two!

You're mine.

Three!

- Cause I bought you.
- Four!