Good Casting (Gootkaeseuting / 굿캐스팅)

I have access to Ok Cheol's phone.

All I need to do is find Michael's contact number.

What? It's on speed dial.

Michael. That's him, right?

The phone is turned on.

Trace its location.

What do you mean you lost the signal?

It's been 30 seconds since I asked for a trace...

and you couldn't even get a signal?

Transferring to voicemail. - I don't need the cell tower!

Yes! Yes, I was a bit rude!

What? - Darn it.

We almost had him. - At least...

we connected Ok Cheol to Michael. - That's why we always fail!

That's why I'm so annoyed.

What?

He'll be watching us from his hiding spot.

How old are you?

How old are you?

Where are you? Yes, where is your location?

If I had gotten rid of her three years ago,

it would've been clean-cut.

I want a report on Baek Chan Mi's whereabouts.

Off the record.

Gosh.

Do you think Ok Cheol found out about the cameras?

You said he saw you in the vent...

and passed out.

Yes, and that's what I don't get.

Is this the kind of face you'd pass out over?

I got a bigger scare.

You have no idea how much...

What's that?

Shoot. What happened?

Why didn't you tell me sooner?

What is this?

But still, just in case,

I brought it with me.

No way.

How did you think of that?

You still have the touch.

That was nothing at all.

I was in the field for years.

Years and years.

We got a call from Taiwan.

They found him?

I think it's for sure this time.

Arrange a business trip. I'll meet him right away.

You have other plans.

I'll go alone this time.

Gosh. I searched for him for three years.

Finally.

I must leave tomorrow afternoon.

Sir.

You'll have to take Ms. Baek on your unofficial schedule.

Ms. Baek?

Look for all of Michael's aliases.

I checked all the old text messages,

but it's too clean.

I don't think this is his main phone.

What's that? This.

It's all research data.

When a sneaky jerk doesn't leave a trail,

it means they have something huge hidden away.

My goodness...

Gosh.

Oh, dear.

Why is this so easy?

This is making things so boring.

If anyone tries to hack your computer,

the hacking tool will begin to operate...

and trace the other person's IP address.

So it turns it the other way around and hacks that person's computer?

That's right.

Gosh, if I ever get to use this, it's going to be so fun.

Does it also work on cell phones?

I think I could make it work.

Let me see.

Why don't we ask Chief Tak for help?

He got discarded by Director Myeong,

so we could just ask him to help us instead.

Chief Tak...

didn't tell anyone who I was even though he knew.

Things might backfire on us if we don't do it right.

Did you get anything else from Mr. Ok's phone?

They're all just research materials.

It looks like all he ever does is do research.

Mu Hyeok, find the guy who registered the phone.

And Ye Eun, keep looking into Mr. Ok's cell phone...

until you find anything regarding Michael.

"Ye Eun"?

She looks pretty.

If you took one,

I should take two...

to make things even.

Right?

"It's okay. That was just a dream."

"Monsters do not exist."

"That's what her mom said to her as she patted her on the back."

"She patted her on the back."

"A few days later, So Hui had another dream."

"This time, a huge goblin appeared in her dream."

"No, go away! Get away from me!"

Chan Mi!

Darn it.

It was that dream again.

Oh, my gosh.

"That's right."

"We create our own dreams."

The fact that you keep having nightmares...

means your suppressed traumatic memories...

keep showing up in your dreams.

People who have short-term memory loss...

tend to suffer from repetitive flashbacks.

They repeatedly experience the fears from their past.

Why don't you start a hobby...

so you can forget about your anxiety by focusing on something else?

You can try puzzles, play an instrument, read,

or even draw.

Perfect.

Ms. Baek, do you have a driver's license?

I used to.

Until my license got suspended.

Didn't you write in your resume that you could drive?

The thing is...

What should we do?

I need someone to take Mr. Yoon to the countryside.

He never shares anything that's informal.

I wonder what's up.

I'll take him.

But you don't have a driver's license.

Well, I do.

As of this afternoon.

But how will you drive with that arm?

I'm really good at driving with just one hand.

I see.

Really?

Hey, it's me. Can you make me a driver's license?

Why do you need a driver's license?

It's urgent.

When can Chan Mi legally start driving again?

CEO Yoon needs someone to drive him to an informal schedule.

I really need it.

We don't break the law.

Hey. Seriously? Team Leader Dong.

My gosh.

Ms. Baek doesn't have a driver's license?

She can drive like a professional F1 driver.

But her license got suspended.

Did you check where Mr. Ok's cell phone got registered?

I'm still checking.

Wait a minute. Her license got suspended?

Did she drive under the influence?

No, road rage.

With that temper of hers, I can already imagine what happened.

A habitual DUI driver committed a hit-and-run,

so she followed that person and drove her car into his.

The car practically destroyed and they had to scrap it.

I wonder if the driver was okay.

What?

Hey, isn't it time for lunch?

I need a temporary driver's license.

There's still a minute left before the clock hits 12, right?

Why do you think I married a fool like Yoon Seok Ho?

He always keeps his promises.

He never even held my hand because of the prenup we signed.

We agreed to live our own lives, respect each other's privacy,

and stay out of each other's bedrooms.

But why won't he wire my money?

He always kept his promises.

I wonder if he has suddenly changed his mind.

Look into their relationship.

It'd be great if you find something.

If you don't, then it'd be a relief.

I'll sit in the passenger seat.

I feel bad that you have to drive with an injured arm.

It's okay.

Please slow down.

Are you okay? - Yes.

Don't be too nervous. Just take your time. It's okay.

It would've been more comfortable for you to sit in the back.

I prefer the passenger seat.

But Mr. Byun always beats me to it.

Here.

The flight to Taipei departing at 1:35pm, correct?

Yes.

The receiver cannot be reached. You will be directed to voicemail.

Does this old man have dementia or something?

How could he forget that I have a big mouth?

Why couldn't he just take what I offered?

Does he really need me to explain everything?

My gosh.