Who's there?
Who are you asking?
Is that a ghost?
Yes, I am.
What brings you here?
I came to eat.
You have the wrong place.
What do you mean?
You're looking for food in my home.
Are you sure this is your home?
Yes.
And this is today's date?
That's right.
How did you die?
I thought so.
Then, how did you die?
I was hungry, so I ate all my memories.
The Famished
What a handsome dog you are.
Your master must be looking for you.
Are you hungry?
I'm starved.
So, what happened?
Did they catch the killer?
The killer?
Fucking shit! You ate it!
You ate the fucking story!
The killer?
You said all 3 family members were killed at once.
I told you to tell me all, before!
I knew this would happen.
You couldn't even wait until I got here for Christ's sake!
You said you wrote the story.
If you keep eating like that, you'll even forget how you died.
How I died?
You shouldn't have started the story.
I didn't get any sleep to come here.
You shouldn't have made promise not to keep!
Piece of shit!
I don't ever want to see you again!
Fuck!
Ronnie.
This way, boy.
Ronnie.
What's wrong, boy? Your leash is tangled.
That's it.
The spring moon illuminates the world so it can treasure farewells.
How pretty.
I am still pretty, right?
We came to the same place on the same day to eat.
Maybe we're a couple who died at the same time?
A couple?
It's a ghost.
Who is it?
Who are you?
If I knew, I wouldn't be a ghost.
Ghosts eat their memories in order to satiate their hunger.
Having consumed all my memories, I no longer exist,
and I know not who I am.
How would the living know that?
What's the name?
Name? My name?
No. The dog's name.
The dog?
Name?
Aren't you hungry?
No! Not this dog!
He's family.
You don't even know his name.
B-b-brother!
Y-you're finally here.
How's mother?
H-h-her mind c-c-comes and g-goes.
She d-doesn't even r-recognize me.
When she s-s-sees me, sh-she asks m-me, "Who are you?"
Sh-sh-she was l-l-looking into the m-mirror
and c-cursing at herself,
and I-I was s-s-so s-scared.
"B-b-b-b..."
Bitch?
Th-th-that's right.
"Y-y-y-you b-bitch!"
"Y-y-you b-bitch!"
"Wh-wh-who are you?"
And she s-spit
into the m-m-mirror.
Eat.
M-m-mommy's illness is that sh-she e-eats everything.
M-m-mommy eats all her m-memories.
Eat.
Wh-wh-when she h-has n-n-no memories l-left to eat,
sh-she'll end up eating h-h-herself.
Eating memories, even before they are dead.
That is what dementia is.
Anyway, do you know who owns the dog tied to the front of the theater?
This should be okay.
You think so?
Of course. Take the leash.
Get him!
Fuck!
How could you let him go?
Fuck!
M-m-mommy.
G-g-guess who I am.
You're my child, Ee-mae.
Y-y-ou've c-come to your s-senses today.
I'm s-so hot.
Would you like to hear a chilling story, then?
Y-y-y-yes.
Long ago,
there lived a couple in a fishing village who loved each other deeply.
But as if the gods envied their happiness,
the husband died from an illness and his wife spent long nights in tears,
overcome by loneliness and sorrow.
Then one day, she learned that she could see the dead
if she gathered flower petals and lit their oil at an altar.
So, she roamed all over the mountain to collect petals.
One night, when the full moon shone coldly,
a night when the crow cried in sorrow over her dead mate,
she set up an altar to her husband, lit the oil from the flower petals
and sat by the door waiting.
Tick-tock. Tick-tock.
Time passed by, and the clock struck midnight.
Shhhhhhhhh...
The wind begin to howl, and the door opened in silence.
Finally, her dead husband entered the door.
Hot tears of joy streamed down the wife's face.
But all the husband could do was wolf down the food at the altar
without a word and get up.
Seeing that her husband was about to leave,
the wife grabbed onto the hem of her husband's coat and cried,
"Please say just one word to me. Just one word before you leave."
But the husband stared blankly into his wife's face,
cut the hem she was holding onto with his scissors and left.
Anyway.
Who are you?
I'm Ee-mae.
I mustn't forget.
I mustn't forget no matter what.
I mustn't...
Hey, what are you doing?
You ate all of it.
D-d-do you think it'll r-really be a-all right?
What do you mean?
Th-th-the ghost.
The ghost?
Yes.
There's no such thing.
Are you scared of ghosts?
Oh! Oh!
I'm scared of poverty.
S-s-stop it.
D-d-did you hear s-something?
What are you talking about?
L-l-listen closely.
D-d-do you hear that?
It's the s-sound of s-s-singing.
Th-th-the m-maiden f-from the v-v-village...
Shhh!
There's more than one of them.
S-s-see?
Ee-mae!
Bring me my stick.
Th-th-the ghosts are h-h-here in d-d-droves!
Bring me my stick, now!
M-m-mom?
My husband is here.
He's come for me.
Dad's no longer here. Will you please get a hold of yourself?
You look handsome in your scarlet coat.
Aren't your feet cold?
Turn around. Let me see your face.
Ee-mae! Ee-mae!
M-m-mommy!
Hold her!
Who are you?
Mom! There's no one there!
Let go of me! I want to go with him!
I want to go with my husband!
Your face is so haggard.
Oh!
Your father is here holding an orange branch in one hand!
Save me! Save me!
It's a ghost.
It's s ghost.
A ghost!
- Great job. - Great job.
Producer Lee Myeongjin's Posthumous Work
The Loneliness of butcher boy
Hello, Everyone!
The sun has risen on another gorgeous day.
I'm Lee So Yeon, here to start you off with Good Morning English.
Here we go!
Eat up.
Your dad won't send you to school unless you eat.
School isn't important.
You have to eat meat to bulk up that thin frame of yours.
Eat!
The 9th and 10th victims were murdered in sequence in the same area yesterday.
Yeongjun, didn't police announce that they suspect the same killer?
Yes. In the past 3 months, 10 teens between the ages of 15 and 18
were killed in similar fashion.
The bodies were white as if drained of blood...
For Chrissake! Eat the meat!
I can't eat this so early.
I have to go to school.
Hand me your brother's backpack.
Give that back!
You eat lunch and dinner at school so there's no way for me to check.
Your teacher even called us because you're so picky!
It's embarrassing for the son of a butcher to be a vegetarian.
People will think you're an idiot.
I'm off!
Have a nice day, sweetie.
You, too.
- Watch out for cars. - Okay.
Bye.
Hello?
Hello, teacher.
Taesik still won't eat his meat.
Yes.
His father is such a stubborn man.
How did he grow up to be such a loser?
Hello.
- Mister. - Yes?
- We'll take six pounds of pork belly. - Pork belly?
Yeah. We have to go together this time.
Let's eat shoulder meat. We'll take shoulder meat.
Shoulder meat?
Stop being picky! Just eat pork belly, fatso.
- We'll take pork belly. - Fatso?
- You want six pounds of pork belly? - You're the fatso.
Have you taken a look in the mirror lately?
Just eat the fucking pork belly, asshole!
Dad!
Actually, pork belly has less fat than pork shoulder. Right, mister?
It's a scientific fact.
No wonder Yunhui dumped your ass.
Yeah.
You want to go to a concert?
No.
I'd rather not.
Then let's go to Jang Saik concert, not Yang Huieun one.
What does she have to do with anything?
- Pork shoulder. - Pork belly?
Why'd you have to bring her up?
Yunhui!
Yunhui...
Yunhui!
Theseus The Legendary Hero
Go home, kid. You're worrying your parents.
I don't care.
Why do they keep bothering me? What did I do?
Anyway mister, I saw something strange today.
It had the head of a bull
but it was wearing a black trench coat and standing upright.
The minotaur?
He's a half-man, half-bull from Greek mythology.
He's a horrible monster
who feeds on snot-nosed kids like you!
Arise.
Who...
You're the only one who can stop the monster.
You are the chosen one. The hero, Theseus.
You are the chosen one.
The hero, Theseus.
Kill the monster.
The Minotaur A Half-Man, Half-Bull Monster
I won't do it! Take back the dagger!
Why must I be the one to do it?
You'll die if you don't do it. You're the 14th sacrifice.
14th Sacrifice
It's the thirteenth victim.
Thirteen...
The 17-year-old victim was found drained of blood
but police have yet to come up with any leads.
But they've learned that the slayings are similar to the unsolved murders
of 14 teenagers that occurred in Brazil 9 years ago.
In an even stranger twist, they discovered a similar series of murders
occurred in Greece 18 years ago.
I never laid a finger on them
I need something hotter.
Run, so your blood becomes hot.
Fuck!
The movie was a bit long, wasn't it?
If you wait a minute, we'll give you a chance to talk to the director.
You've got to be shitting me!
It always takes them awhile to ask the first question.
I'll start us off with...
Let's give the mic to the man in the center.
First, your movie was a bit long
and I don't know if that was necessary to get your message across.
Second, a bullhorn kept appearing in the movie.
What's it mean?
I don't think your first comment was a question
and to answer your second question,
I don't make my movies for the audience.
Fucking idiot!
Bullhorn? Bullhorn?
Bull crap is what it is!
Fucking bitch!
Director!
Did you see that?
The entire audience left there in shock!
An art film like that might not have any popular appeal
but it'll rock the judges at Cannes!
The Korean audience doesn't know shit!
We're going to Cannes, I tell you!
- Anyway, director... - Yeah?
Couldn't you tell me what the bullhorn means?
Just tell me.
You fucking idiot!
You played the lead in the film and you don't know what it means?
You piece of shit!
This is so annoying!
Sheesh!
This is the lady's room...
10 Million
Kim Nani, the director of the recently released "Meaning of the Bullhorn"
was found dead in a bar restroom in Myeong-dong.
She had just finished answering Questions when...
That's the second murder.
It's because they keep making artsy-fartsy films.
At least they got they got to make the film they wanted before they died.
This is the second murder of a movie director.
Anyway, who do you think killed them?
What do you think movies are?
What?
Well, they're works of art.
Taegon, movies are a business.
They're inherently inartistic.
They're different from poems and novels.
Do you know how much money goes into a movie?
It costs millions to make a movie.
Yet, directors use them for artistic masturbation!
I do feel sorry for the dead directors
but did their movies ever make any money?
No!
They put their investors in the poorhouse.
So who do you think killed them?
Hello, director.
Hello, sir.
I enjoyed the rough cut.
The CG and editing are still incomplete.
Don't worry about it. This isn't the first rough cut I've seen
and I kept that in mind.
Anyway, did I ever ask you to make an art film?
I thought I asked you to make a horror flick?
But you had the camera trained on a sitting ghost
for a full two minutes.
That's because the emotions of the ghost are...
The audience doesn't pay to see what kind of expression a ghost makes.
I didn't even know it was a damn ghost at first.
Sir, slasher films with gore and guts at every turn are...
Forget it. We're going to shoot the scary section again.
We can't shoot it again. It's a different season.
Mr. Park will be directing from now, so don't worry about it.
You bastard!
Come here, you little shit!
How can you do this to me? Huh?
I worked on this film for two years without pay
and I even paid to feed the staff!
Just do as I say!
Taehun!
What brings you here?
I have a scenario meeting.
You shouldn't work at this company.
What's the matter?
They're fucking lowlifes!
Taehun!
The injustices perpetrated by the film studio Geoseong
Hello?
- Yes. Who is this? - It's me, Suhong.
Hello, director.
Have you received a strange e-mail?
What?
Remember the murdered directors? It keeps bothering me.
My recent movie tanked, too.
I received a strange e-mail yesterday. I couldn't sleep a wink because of that.
I couldn't tell anyone about it, either, because I didn't want them to think I'm crazy.
Let's meet up.
Idiot. Why didn't he just stick to blockbusters instead of going all artsy?
Huh?
He's standing outside.
Hello? I'm over here.
Where the hell did he go?
Another director has been murdered.
The slain director is Song Sanghun
who directed the blockbuster "Idiots Having Sex"
Anonymous - Take a look director which drew in 10 million movie-goers.
Howdy! I saw you at the bus stop today and your head's smaller than I thought. His body was hacked to pieces and left in an alleyway.
You're next.
Where the fuck is it? I know I saw it somewhere!
Give it a rest, director!
Let go of me, you fuck!
I swear it was here!
They said I was next! I swear to God!
This isn't going to change a thing so stop it!
Doesn't anyone care, that someone's after me? Huh?
The film just has to make a profit.
All the dead directors made films that lost money.
But you're going to entrust the film to him!
I can't trust that idiot with my life!
You should have thought about that when you shot this!
"Nail"Master
Director!
Let him go!
Taehun.
Hi.
I heard about everything. Are you all right?
Hey. Quit the movie industry. Okay?
"Nail"Master
Mom
Hi, mom.
Thank you, Lord. Where are you? Are you okay?
I'm fine.
I heard you ran away with your film.
It's not like that.
We're all dying here. The production company's threatening to sue.
Your father told them to get lost.
I'm sorry.
Is there a church nearby?
No. I only saw temples here.
Then come back home with your film.
Someone's really out to get me!
What's the matter with you? You're a smart boy!
Mom, I'm going to quit the film industry for good.
Thank you, Lord.
I'll take care of everything so don't worry about it.
I'll call you later.
Byeonggu... Byeong...
You shouldn't drink that water. It's really dirty.
Oh.
Just drink the coffee.
Okay.
I don't want to hear it!
I could just jump from a bridge with the movie, you know.
At this point, I don't give a fuck how I die.
Send me the files of the stuff he shot.
I'll decide after I see it.
What do you think?
It's better than before.
It's scarier.
It is, isn't it?
But don't you think it drags a little at the end?
Shorten the fucking ending!
It's boring!
Do it again!
Hey! You bastard!
You hold the camera this way and...
You have to know this.
It's meaningless if you don't.
You can't just shoot anything you want.
I told you to change the ending! Who the fuck do you think you are?
You'd better do as I say
or I'm gonna jump off a bridge with the master!
You fucking bastard!
What do you think?
It's good.
It's even better than before.
You sure this is the best they can do?
I'm sure.
I have to go now.
Are you serious?
Huh!
My life depends on it.
Should I give it my okay?
How should I know?
You're the director.
How many times do I have to tell you?
It's what you think that matters!
Would you tell your friends to go to the theater and watch it?
I download all my movies from the Internet.
Then would you tell them to download it?
What happened?
Who is it?
I tried my best!
What do you want from me?
10 Million
You sure you can do it?