Lovely Horribly (러블리 호러블리)

We're at the scene of the crime.

It appears Ki Eun Young, who had submerged...

to work on You Philip's upcoming drama,

"A Ghost's Love Story",

was murdered here and moved.

In order to throw off the investigation,

- the murderer... - Red... Red.

"The blood started to turn the writer's room red."

With her bloody hands,

the writer crawls on the floor...

with every ounce of strength she has.

The location where the body was found...

and the amount of decay of the corpse...

makes it apparent that...

Thundering. At that moment,

the inside of the car goes dark.

A DNA test to check her identity...

What are you?

Just what are you?

Philip?

They are searching the surrounding area...

Philip.

Excuse me!

Gosh, seriously.

You need to keep people out.

Get rid of them.

Please leave.

Just a moment.

"She gets thrown against a wall."

"She falls to the floor." Falls to the floor.

Falls to the floor.

Clock.

The clock falls to the floor and breaks.

Crash.

The writer crumbles under the hand...

of the cruel man in the mask.

She needs to get hurt.

She needs to get hurt.

Table.

With her bloody hands, the writer crawls...

on the floor with every ounce of strength she has.

"A little more. Just a little more,"

"and I can get out of here."

"Help. Help me, please."

This guy is so cruel.

Philip!

What's going on?

Something happened while I was out on an errand.

But sir,

did you leave a script for "A Ghost's Love Story"?

Why would I leave a script here?

Fast forward.

No, no. Rewind. Rewind.

No, no.

Rewind.

A white dress.

A white dress?

I'm sure it was Oh Eul Soon.

She came in a white dress, left the script,

and came back.

But Ms. Oh's hand is bandaged up.

This woman's hand is fine.

What is this?

It's just like "A Ghost's Love Story".

Ra Yun wears a white dress...

and lingers around the main character.

(8 Years Ago, Corina Residence Unit 505)

Thanks.

I'll write quickly, make money, and chip in.

You should move to a nicer place.

I like it here.

Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei...

made a vow under a peach tree,

but let's settle for canned peaches today.

Here.

Here.

- Here. - We came in separately,

but let's succeed and leave at the same time.

- Okay. - We need alcohol.

You've died.

Did you really die?

In order to throw off the investigation,

the murderer appears to have mutilated her face.

The body was exposed...

by the landslide a few days ago...

Where are we going?

Gyeongkwang Hotel.

A charity fashion show starts at 2pm.

Where is that?

Couldn't you cancel my appointments today?

It's a charity event for people with rare diseases.

You have to think about your image.

Anyway, it looks like murder, doesn't it?

Ms. Ki, the writer.

But how did Ms. Oh know when she wrote about it?

It must be one or the other.

She's really possessed, or she killed her.

It's not just about Ms. Ki.

The landslide and the fire from eight years ago...

Something is strange with this house.

Can you contact our landlord?

I don't know. I heard he was in the US.

I'll call the real estate agency.

Call the landlord,

and ask if anyone died here.

What?

- Okay. - Forget it.

He wouldn't admit it.

Just tell him we're moving out.

What?

Philip. Are we moving?

My head hurts.

- Hey, get another pill. - What?

You took it less than 30 minutes ago.

You're sensitive to medicine.

Just do as I say. Stop yapping, will you?

I couldn't sleep because of that woman,

so my head is killing me.

That's right. Mr. Jung called...

while you were in the shower.

I wrote it down.

We asked him to find the person who saved us...

from the car.

What?

Around 9am, Mr. Jung called.

But you were in the shower.

Thus, I had no choice but to write this memo.

60 people passed by the mountain that day.

Checking through a cop that he knows.

He asked how you were doing.

He said he'd do his best. He repeated it six times.

What is this? In other words, he didn't find him.

Did you write all this to say he didn't find him?

(You Philip's Schedule, Gyeongkwang Hotel, 2pm)

(Large Volume of Blood Found in Ki's Apartment)

Oh, my gosh.

(Corina Residence, fifth floor. Now!)

(Large Volume of Blood Found in Ki's Apartment)

Oh, my gosh.

- Hi, it's me. - Mr. Lee.

I just received a text.

- I think it's Eun Young. - What?

What do you mean?

It was from Ms. Ki's number?

I don't know the number, but I think it was her.

Ms. Oh, you need to calm down.

Are you home? I'll go over now.

No. Don't come here.

Corina Residence... No. Go to Gyeongkwang Hotel.

Meet me at Gyeongkwang Hotel.

(Large Volume of Blood Found in Ki's Apartment)

Did you hear about Ki Eun Young?

It's unfortunate.

Out of respect,

I considered canceling today,

but I did not since it is a charity fashion show.

How may I help you?

I came to see someone.

We have an important event today,

so you need an invitation.

You can't park here.

Why are you so late?

Why did the fashion show have to be here?

I didn't want to come, but I came for you.

Are you okay?

About what?

It's so eerie.

What are you talking about?

Your looks are the eeriest here.

What?

There's a fire in "A Ghost's Love Story".

You're saying Ra Yun is a real person?

For real? Gosh.

If you hear what this story's about,

you'll be intrigued too.

You'll want to do it. I'm sure of it.

Ms. Ki knew something.

Something Ms. Oh doesn't know, but Ms. Ki does.

What is it?

Ms. Ki?

- Sir. - Yes?

Over there. That woman. Isn't that Ms. Ki?

What?

That woman in white.

There.

What's wrong with you?

What brings you here?

Fifth... Fifth floor.

There's a charity fashion show today,

so you can't go up without an invitation.

I came to meet someone.

- I'm sorry. - I'll be very quick.

I'm sorry.

I need to...

Thank goodness.

That's a relief.

Ms. Ki!

Philip...

Ms. Ki!

Eun young.