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Chicago Typewriter

Due to Author Han Se Ju's novel, "Unfair Game," hitting the bestseller lists

a book tour is planned.

“Writer's block is a fancy term made up by whiners

so they can have an excuse to drink alcohol.”

Those aren't my words, but spoken by Steve Martin, the actor and screenwriter.

But I agree wholeheartedly.

You're buying it again? You don't even own a home, yet you seem like you will build yourself a castle with Han Se Ju's books.

Haven't you heard? Maniac fans will change the world.

These days, being a fanboy or fangirl makes more impact than throwing your weight around with money.

How can she admire a writer like a fan-girl going crazy over an idol?

It's Author Han Se Ju!

How have you been living your life

that everyone around you are that way?

Han Se Ju.

How long will you continue to write work in which you remain so conscious of Han Se Ju?

If you intended to release this trash to the public

I will be very disappointed in you.

I told you about Han Se Ju's "backup project."

I need to let the investors know by tomorrow what the item is.

Unbelievable! This alone can make the advertising.

Is this a home or a castle?

A package for you. - What are you?

I am here from Can-Do-Anything Errand Service.

How did you manage to get in here?

Isn't that your dog? - I am allergic to dog fur, so I don't raise dogs.

No!

Does it look like an ordinary USB?

That is my blood and tears.

A son of b**ch! You better not eat that!

If you eat that I will cut your belly open!

I'll catch it, so you should return home.

What if you were an item thief?

Your imagination really runs wild.

Concentrate only on your ramyun. Be less noisy.

Are you staying with me in case I feel lonely-- - Throw away such dreams.

That I am not a stalker-- - Throw away such hopes.

Go, if you've finished eating.

Shall I type that for you? That looks urgent, and isn't it difficult for you to type right now?

It's an earthquake!

You act so arrogant, but you are so selfish!

Oh, so you have nothing to fear when facing death?

An ominous energy is approaching.

It's definitely two of them...

An ominous energy, what bullcrap.

It's laid on thickly, in every corner of his face. His handsomeness.

Go pick up the red beans. Those are produced in Korea.

Thank y--

Oh, here's one more. And here, too.

Finger hearts.

No, it's not. It's a red bean.

Your name? - I'm not in a situation where I can tell just anyone my name.

Please just call me Yoo.

How strange. It definitely felt like someone was just staring at me.

About that ghostwriter I told you about?

What I tell you now, you must take to your grave.

It turns out that I will "eat from the same rice pot" with Se Ju. (Meaning they are working for the same company, in this case, the same publisher)

I got contacted about reprinting "Relationship."

Author Han? My father is very worried about you.

That you are writing such dangerous things, he seems constantly concerned about it.

That dangerous writing, I already wrote it 10 years ago.

Reporter Song just detonated a bomb.

Someone sent an anonymous letter to Reporter Song, I've heard.

I told you you have to shut that woman's mouth first!

I won't ask you to take a legal responsibility for this matter.

It's my fault for not properly keeping your mouth shut.

It was also my fault for letting my guard down.

Hey, Han Se Ju!

"Hey?"

What is so great about you, anyway?

Accuse me of stalking you. Even if I am kind to you, all you do is suspect me and act wary.

Do you think things will always go so well for you?

Someday you will hit a brick wall, too!

Author Han, from now on, make sure to not watch TV or look at the internet.

Do you feel any moral responsibility or pangs of guilty conscience?

Don't try to write it well, just write it!

It's been a month. You are not in your right mind. We need to do something!

How did we come this far? I said I would write it!

The worst thing in the world is to give something and then take that away!

Chicago Typewriter.

Don't be ridiculous. There's no idiot who gets his life ruined because of a novel.

The person who ruined your life is you.

What are you doing Mr. Writer? Get a hold of yourself and call the police.

Chicago Typewriter.

It's police.

Episode 2 -

What? What? - Step aside. Aside.

What's happening?

I thought I heard a gunshot.

How scary.

Is that right?

Really?

Thank you for your cooperation. If I have anything else to confirm, I will contact you again.

Then...

How about we talk now?

But... I am feelng a little dizzy right now...

Can we go inside for that talk? - Can you not understand the situation?

I am currently trying to decide if you were the stalker's accomplice or not,

and whether to turn you in the police or not.

So would I let someone like that into my home?

I am not an accessory. I was just trying to help you, Mr. Writer--

Just answer the questions I ask.

How did you get into my house?

The front gate and your front door were open.

Maybe the stalker left them open when he entered your house...

That's something the police can investigate and find out.

So never mind that. How did you know to come back?

How did you know that I was in danger and returned here?

That was because the dog suddenly barked so I came back--

Because the dog barked?

Yes. But

I am... right now...

I'm having a dizzy spell...

Hey! Come to your senses!

Hey!

Oh my God!

Yes?

Hey, where are you that you are not home, yet?

You said you would do some typing for me.

Is the part-time fee too low?

I'm sorry, but I can't speak right now.

Why is your voice so secretive?

Where are you right now?

In Author Han Se Ju's bedroom.

W-W-W-What?

W-why are you there?

I don't know. I lost my memory. Anyway, I'm hanging up.

Speechless.

Because she has been into one thing with such devotion, she finally accomplish something.

Is no one here?

Look at these books.

Where is the front door?

Wow, this is really cool.

Look at these books.

What are you doing here?

Get out.

Oh, my... Mr. Writer.

Hold on, please.

Why do you keep going into someone's writing room without permission?

I apologize. The door just...

Never mind.

Who are you really? Are you an elevator girl?

Why do doors automatically open whenever you appear?

Then you believe me?

If I do? Then you won't even make the effort to plan any strategies, you will just enter anywhere?

Why? Have you bid that dog goodbye?

You don't pay enough to cook up a scheme with a dog, so the dog won't work with you anymore?

Then you won't believe the dog, yet.

What interest do you have in that typewriter?

Were you examining it to make sure your hidden camera is still properly attached to it?

What? When did I? What are you saying--

You're the one who brought it to me, so it's not impossible.

When did I... ?

A package has arrived.

So that package was that? - Never mind.

You seemed dead, like you wouldn't wake for 100, no, 1,000 years.

Why did you come down?

Concentrate only on your ramyun.

Be less noisy.

If you can't do cud-chewing, then chew before you swallow.

I can't call my personal doctor for you again. - Okay.

But are you here because you thought I would be lonely eating alone?

Throw that dream away.

I am keeping watch over you because I am afraid of where you will go and what you will do.

Yes.

Then that I am not a stalker--

Throw those hopes away.

My suspicions have not completely gone away.

I even saved your life. How cold.

Let's speak of it properly.

I didn't ask you for help, you just jumped in on your own.

I have rank as a martial artist, as I said earlier.

I could have taken care of it on my own.

But since you kept me here instead of taking me to the hospital,

you must feel a little bit of worry and maybe a little grateful--

Reporters were swarming around this place.

Tomorrow, my face will be plastered on every pages of social and cultural section.

Is there a reason to covet the gossip section as well?

You are more brutal than at the Military Demarcation Line.

There is no demilitarized zone in your personality.

Have you learned shooting before?

It's clear that you've held a gun many times.

Have you learned it?

It was a very, very long time ago.

A very, very long time ago?

So when?

When I was in high school.

I was a member of the national team.

I quit in 11th grade.

High school...

But you must have a tiny bit of interest in me--

Those those hopes away.

I have no interest in other people.

Why does he keep telling me to throw away things as if he is intending to tell me a non?

Why did you quit? - Huh?

Shooting. Why did you quit?

Because your hands shook?

It's top secret.

Since it's a scar, so to speak.

Were you an alcoholic?