TODAY'S MENU
Dad always said
to make your second favorite thing your occupation
and cherish what you love most as a hobby.
That is why my dad is a criminal attorney
who runs a cafe on the side.
He believes in going the extra mile for both,
so his cafe below our residence
has always been packed with ex-cons.
Many of my dad's clients have become his loyal fans.
They all visited my dad after being released from prison
to ask for food or a job.
They stuck around and eventually became my friends too.
My friends taught me a lot of things.
Things they never teach you in school.
Attagirl!
Jeez, she's a natural.
I knew it.
-Hello, sir. -Hi, Yeong-sin.
-Sir. -Hey. You're back early.
Isn't it clean?
-What? -Here.
What about it? It's clean.
Hurry!
What?
Hey!
Are you kidding me?
Come on. Just one more bite.
What do you think?
It's called A Midsummer Night's Dream.
My friends were former gangsters, thieves, and con artists,
and they also taught me to trust my gut feeling.
I need to have eyes on the back of my head
and know if someone is watching me.
That way, I can escape.
Do it right the first time.
Don't get hair samples without the root again
like last time, okay?
What would be ideal is to draw her blood
or scrape the inside of her cheek with a cotton swab,
but that would be difficult even for you.
What do you mean I'm late? I'm already at work.
Where else? I'm at the scene.
Where else would a reporter be except at the scene of the news?
Boss, I haven't slept in two days.
I have sallow skin
and under-eye darkness from a late-night stakeout.
My hair is disheveled and beyond help.
But what can I do?
I still attract men wherever I go.
I'm just too popular.
She must have noticed that you're tailing her.
She's super perceptive which is annoying.
Should I just drag her into an alley and draw some blood?
Her bag.
What?
Check out its size.
She's probably carrying toiletries, so grab her toothbrush
or brush.
-Oh, no! -Are you okay?
-Yes. -Sir!
-You should have been more careful! -I'm sorry.
-I can't believe this. -I'm sorry.
Oh, dear. The fruits are damaged.
-I'm sorry. -How am I supposed to sell these now?
Look where you're going from now on!
Something came flying towards me.
I can't sell these anymore. What am I going to do?
-Oh, no. -What a disaster.
How am I supposed to sell these?
-I couldn't help it. -My gosh.
There's no brush.
What on earth is with this girl?
Hey, thief!
That's my bag
which makes you a thief.
I found him.
Second-floor men's room of Dongsin Building.
I locked him in, so hurry up.
Isn't there a policeman patrolling nearby?
Keep it down.
Hey...
Hush.
It hurts.
No...
Miss.
Move and I'll hurt you.
Don't ever follow anyone blindly again.
It may cost you your life.
Long time no see.
Take a look at my Benny. Doesn't she look different?
I touched it up.
What do you think? Isn't it awesome?
So, I was thinking, since I fixed up Benny and all,
can't you put in a good word with the boss?
I know I'm nowhere near your level when it comes to the job,
but I can take on an easy one!
Instead of lousy delivery jobs,
give me something decent and I'll prove myself.
Shit!
Just tell her to give me a shot.
After she sees me in action, she can decide whether...
I'll take something simple. Please?
Drive safely.
Hey!
Come on!
LOCKER 08 PASSCODE 0808
Hello, Mun-ho.
-Hello. -Where have you been?
There.
Suseong Industries called.
Have you been meeting its retired employees?
Me?
Don't bother.
There's no point.
-I won't air it. -But it's super fun.
You, I mean...
Chief Kang, you'll be hooked once you hear this.
The interview I led yesterday--
Do you know
how many commercials we get from Suseong?
Do you know how much money that is?
Your salary comes from there too.
I know, and I'm always grateful.
The station has been struggling lately.
It isn't how it used to be.
- One commercial-- -That's odd.
Why is the head of Special Feature News worried about commercials?
Our advertising department has plenty of skilled people.
Leave it to them
and stick to your own job.
I've chased this story for over three months.
If you give me more time, I'll have three hours' worth of news.
-I have solid interviews, and-- -Is being popular that important?
I know every time you're on TV, social media blows up.
"A rare progressive reporter of our time."
"Always on the side of the weak."
"He's even good-looking."
The more fans and applause you gain, the more you get swept away.
You're addicted to being popular.
-"I'm addicted to being popular"? -Yes.
You can't control yourself.
You want more and more applause.
Those who applaud you though
will leave you over something inconsequential.
Easily too.
They won't just leave me.
They will step on me, tear me apart, and bury me.
-Mun-ho. -That's when I'll stop.
When they leave me.
I have nothing to do if not this.
Anyway, is this a new outfit?
Are you seeing someone?
You're glowing these days.
It hurts your ex-boyfriend to see you this way.
I got everything from the archives, but the statistics are from two years ago.
-What about last year's? -I can't find them.
I want last year's.
Okay, I'll look again.
-Jong-su. -Yes?
I have a favor to ask.
On your way home,
take this to the lab from before.
You know my friend there, right?
-Again? -Yes.
They have a sample for comparison, so just hand this to him.
-This DNA testing... -I told you, it's a secret.
Who are you searching for?
Do you...
Do I what?
Never mind.
There's a case I'm investigating.
I see.
What is it?
I'll include you when I know more.
Really? That's a promise.
If you go back on your word, I'll talk shit about you.
Will you be okay though?
About what?
I heard the high-ups are furious.
A written apology may not suffice this time.
-The statistics. -Sorry?
-Last year's statistics. -On it, sir.
MYEONG-HUI
Mun-ho.
Do I need to officially invite you to see your face?
There you go again, exaggerating everything.
I know you're busy, but let's eat together once a week.
What do you say, Mr. Hotshot Reporter?
I hope this will stop your nagging.
Chin cactus!
It's pretty.
What's on the menu? Can I help?
I got some porcini mushrooms
and some nice veal too.
I'm making wine sauce for the steak.
Can you wash vegetables for the salad?
Sure.
I smell...
tomatoes, cheese, and potatoes being baked in the oven.
It's a gratin, so take some home later.
You can heat it up for a meal.
My dear sister.
What?
Leave your husband and go to Seoul with me.
I'll get you a house with an amazing kitchen.
What do you think? Come on.
First, stop calling her your dear sister.
It's been almost 20 years since she became your sister-in-law.
Let him be.
If he addresses me formally, I'll have to too.
I'll even have to use honorifics.
Are you staying the night?
I have to go back.
I have work to do.
I heard they hate you in the newsroom.
You mean by the ones who envy my fame?
I heard you went off script on air,
and it wasn't the first time.
Did you have dinner with my station director?
Just quit already.
Come work for me, and I'll give you a newsroom.
You can talk all you want.
Being the head of a cable channel isn't so bad.
Should I?
It's true that having connections is a skill too.
It's time for your sister-in-law's medicine and nap.
She's been refusing her medication lately.
She doesn't like being drowsy.
You took your medicine, and you're tucked in.
What next?
Tell me about your girlfriend.
That again?
Don't you still have one?
Give it up because I don't have one.
You're no fun.
Stay until I fall asleep.
Okay.
Just before I fall asleep has been the toughest for me.
Too many thoughts run through my head.
I can tell you a funny story to keep them out.
You're not good at telling them.
I could always tell a serious one.
Go ahead.
What was that novelist's name? He's Chinese.
Tell me more.
Well...
"There are people locked in a steel room.
Everyone is asleep.
Soon, they will all suffocate to death.
But one of them woke up.
Should he wake up the others
to look for a way out together?"
"Since there is no way out anyway,
isn't it better to let them die peacefully in their sleep?"
Right.
"If they wake up, they will be miserable."
That's it.
I think
it's from a preface, not a novel.
His name begins with the letter L.
Lu...
-Lu Xun! -Lu Xun!
That's right, Lu Xun.
-But why? -What?
Why did you think of that story?
Is there something you can't tell me?
Look,
the world doesn't always revolve around you.
But isn't the media supposed to question what's going on?
Yes, the media should question and expose the truth.
If they don't question or expose something suspicious,
When did you take off your seatbelt?
Buckle up!
Were you crying?
It's because you spilled your milk after you begged your brother for it.
Right?
Mun-ho.
You can cry.
You can cry in front of me.
It'll be our little secret.
Arc de Triomphe by Remarque
Wouldn't it be better to take care of them together?
It isn't easy to meet Healer, and even if we do...
It's been taken care of.
Here.
Here is the item.
Is his name Healer?
So where is he?
We've tied him down for now.
What's the next step?
Wouldn't it be better to take care of them together?
It isn't easy to meet Healer.
Even if we do, it won't be easy.
I heard that he's very skilled.
It's me.
Hey, Mun-ho. The results are out.
I didn't expect you
to call in person.
I can't tell you for free.
This normally takes over a week,
but I came to the lab to run it myself.
Tell me the result.
Whoever this is, congratulations.
Is this the fourth one?
The previous samples weren't a match.
The two samples are a familial match of 99 percent.
They are both female, so mother and daughter.
Mun-ho, are you still there?
Yes.
Am I right to assume that this is good news?
I am a hired gun.
I started when I was 20, so it's been eight years.
Excuse me.
I'm pretty good too.
To be honest, I'm the best. That's why I'm quite expensive.
I do anything except kill people.
I don't care about ethics or justice.
That is my principle toward my clients.
I don't care what the clients do with the items I steal for them.
You can't call me a thief
just because I steal things or wiretap people.
As I said earlier,
I'm just a man for hire.
Hi.
I only have three numbers saved on my phone.
The lady who aids me, my gofer, and my favorite chicken place.
I have no family, friends, or colleagues.
Why would I need them?
I honestly don't know.
MS. JO
SPEAKER
Hello.
Tell me the truth.
Do you have my house under surveillance?
You find joy interrupting my meals.
What you're eating isn't a meal.
Pig's feet and fried chicken are just snacks or late-night snacks.
I knew it.
You installed cameras here.
You really did.
That girl must be the right one.
Did we get paid?
I love this client. He pays almost immediately.
Anyway, our favorite client sent a follow-up request.
What is it?
There are seven questions in total.
He wants you to look into each one.
How much are we getting paid?
A small bill for each question.
Nice.
Seriously?
First, her family.
Look into each family member,
including how they treated her as a child.
Those new glasses have a shorter battery life
so charge them whenever you can.
Hello. Good morning.
Chae Yeong-sin.
She lives alone with her adoptive father.
His name is Chae Chi-su.
She was adopted at the age of eight.
Chae Chi-su was born in 1963 and is an attorney.
He runs a cafe on the side.
His law office is in the cafe. Really?
LAW OFFICE OF CHAE CHI-SU
I see.
-Sir. -Yes?
I'll have the breakfast set, please.
Which breakfast set?
The...
The first one. Set A.
Set A.
That will be 6,000 won.
How would you like your eggs?
What?
Fried, scrambled, or hard-boiled?
I want the first one, fried.
Okay, fried.
I found a newspaper article.
Chae Chi-su is known for taking care of his clients
even after they are released from prison.
He even holds barista classes for them every weekend
and helps them find jobs.
Six.
I have the records of the guy who took your order.
PERSONAL INFORMATION
He has three priors for pickpocketing and burglary
and was released from prison seven years ago.
He's been working there ever since.
So, Chae Yeong-sin's adoptive father is her only family.
Her adoptive mother passed away in 2001.
Dad.
I'm having a shitty day today.
Because of that psycho thief,
I had nightmares all night and almost went crazy.
Let's not start the day with gloomy music.
This isn't gloomy. This is "Thirsty."
Give me some water
I am thirsty
Give me some water
Water is love
It tickles my throat
And teases me
And sends me out
Oh, I will leave
I will leave
I will cross that hill
If I meet a woman
During my trip
I will live
I will live with her
WAS SHE ABUSED AS A CHILD?
HIGHLY UNLIKELY
Give me some water
I'm sorry.
Second, her job.
Is she good at it? What is her work style?
The number is 3389 5425.
It must be around here somewhere.
Chae Yeong-sin.
A reporter at an Internet newspaper...
She's a reporter at Someday News.
How are her skills?
Ms. Jo.
Are you sure she's a reporter?
Why?
She acts like a petty car thief.
A complete rookie too.
Jeez.
Security cameras and black boxes
don't seem to exist in her eyes.
Hey.
Brush your hair for crying out loud.
And put on some lipstick!
Lee Jun-bin?
Excuse me! Can you open this?
Damn it.
Access denied.
What?
Thank you.
Right, ninth floor. I knew it.
You got off on the ninth floor!
I knew it. I got you this time.
Fifth floor.
Doors opening.
Aren't you getting off?
Doors closing.
Ninth floor.
Doors closing.
I think she left work early to follow a guy.
She acts like a total stalker.
Just so you know, I got the chills while watching her earlier.
I'm telling you,
women like her scare me more than serial killers.
I can't stand them.
Let's see. She's 11m above me.
She's not on the sixth floor. Right, she's on the ninth.
Should I see who lives there?
Like I said, it's a guy.
He's a poor soul being stalked by a weirdo.
We need to see just how bad it is.
Ms. Jo.
Do I really have to see that?
Seeing isn't enough. You have to record it.
Okay.
Unbelievable.
Who is it?
I'm from Sinsa Precinct.
We're investigating a burglary in the neighborhood.
Could you open the door?
This is Officer Park Yeong-ja. I'm at unit 903 in complex three.
The resident won't cooperate. What should I do?
Hold on. Let me get dressed.
Going up.
Ninth floor.
Doors closing.
Where is the woman?
Did you see the owner of that purse?
Doors closing.
She better be there.
Doors closing.
I almost had them. Of all the luck...
25th floor.
Shit. What do I do?
Excuse me, miss.
Wait! Hold on!
Hello, miss.
I need to tell you something, so please talk to me.
What I need to say is...
This purse.
This is yours, right?
It looks nice, but it was in the elevator.
Wait! Stop!
Don't do that.
Talk to me.
Whatever it is, you can tell me.
So, please turn around and look at me.
You know,
I've stood there before too.
I was seven.
When I was seven,
I stood there too
because everyone I knew then
left me.
My mom
and my dad
abandoned me.
I was found next to a dumpster when I was five.
From there,
I moved to five different orphanages.
I was adopted, then abandoned.
I was adopted again
but only to be beaten up.
So...
It was too painful.
It hurt so much that I wanted to die.
A seven-year-old
thought that it wouldn't hurt
if she jumped.
Do you remember when you were seven?
Most people don't.
But I remember everything so clearly.
It was cold
like today.
It was winter.
Where I got hit hurt like crazy.
I had a few broken ribs.
But you know what?
It doesn't hurt anymore.
That's how it is.
It all passes.
Just hang in there,
and it too will pass.
Trust me.
It will all pass.
I know
because I've been there.
Why did you turn it off?
We got enough.
But the client--
My mom
and my dad
abandoned me.
I was found next to a dumpster when I was five.
It was winter.
Where I got hit hurt like crazy.
I had a few broken ribs.
Did Myeong-hui lend this to you?
Then I'll wash it and give it back to her.
That's good manners.
You're unbelievable.
What?
I'm not going to kiss you.
-Check that out. -What is it?
-That over there. -What?
-Stop it. -I just missed you.
-Stop it. -Why?
Stop fooling around.
I'm not doing anything I shouldn't do.
FORENSIC SCIENCE
Excuse me. Can I help you?
"Cyber Crime Division".
-What brings a detective here? -So...
the victim was thrown out from a train passing by up there?
You don't know yet if he was alive at the time.
-How do you know that? -I read the report.
It says that there was something in his pocket.
A memo.
-That's correct. -May I see it?
But we submitted the report less than two hours ago.
How come there's already someone from Seoul--
It's been two hours and 40 minutes. Let me see it.
Fucking hell.
Hold on a second!
This is evidence.
We don't know if this was suicide or not,
so it may be an important lead.
-It's Healer. -Pardon?
This is Healer's e-mail address.
I've been chasing him for over five years,
so help me out a little.
The client must be very satisfied with what we sent.
He said we can forget the rest of the questions
and just look into one thing.
That is...
Well, it's...
What is it?
It's actually quite corny.
Still, it's what the client wants.
-What? -"What is Chae Yeong-sin's dream?
What does she desperately wish for?"
He wants you to find that out.
Good God.
My choice of words weren't as nice.
You can look into that.
Girls take pictures of every little thing they eat
and post them on their blogs.
She must have blabbed about her dream somewhere.
I already told you.
She doesn't have any anything. No social media accounts, no blogs.
Hey, Healer.
What if you went on a blind date with her?
You can easily ask her then.
"So, what is your dream?
What's your name?
What's your number?"
Ms. Jo, snap out of it.
What do you plan to do?
I plan to work since I want to make money.
What are you looking for?
Something like a journal.
Who writes a journal these days?
Here you go. You can start with a bath.
Take out a new toothbrush and use whatever products you want.
I'll bring you a change of clothes.
INVESTIGATION REPORT
A MAN WAS FOUND DEAD...
KO SEONG-CHEOL WITH A MAN...
Pink is probably better.
Where is the new underwear?
It's around here somewhere.
Here it is.
Healer, you're wanted by the police.
I've been wanted for years.
This time, you're a suspect in a murder.
-Why? -Ko Seong-cheol is dead.
How?
Let's wrap up and stay low for a while.
Wrap it up.
What are you doing? Get out.
-I can't. -Why not?
I need to stay with her a little longer.
What are you talking about? You're a murder suspect.
You said to find out her dream.
The client wants to know what her real dream is.
Then, I should stick to her like glue
in order to figure it out.
The back of my head keeps tingling lately.
It feels like I'm being followed.
Why does she have my picture?
Is she a bait to catch me?
This is Kim Mun-ho. Don't you know him?
You want to be taken seriously as a reporter.
This reporter is hiding the possible female victim.
That's why he wrote it with such confidence.
Look into him. He's probably hiding that woman.
I believe in such things.
Fate, destiny, and things like that.
Life just used to be bland.
But it's about to get interesting.