We Are All Trying Here (모두가 자신의 무가치함과 싸우고 있다)

WE ARE ALL TRYING HERE

- Oh, come on! - What the hell?

Oh dear.

I'll take care of him. No objections, right?

Hold on!

- Hold on. - Excuse me, sir.

Don't do this.

Get off me!

Oh no!

Damn it.

Don't go out.

Hey.

Sir!

Please stop!

That's enough!

Come on!

- Come on! - I said enough!

- Stop already! - Jeez!

- You didn't drink, right? - Yeah.

Where's your car?

- Over there. - Let's go.

Okay.

- Write your screenplays like that! - "Write your screenplays like that."

Every word was dripping with sincerity.

It was the best thing you've written so far.

Write your screenplays like that!

"Write your screenplays like that!"

Welcome.

Where is everyone?

Oh, well…

The police came, and…

I'm not really sure.

This is for the window.

It's 200,000 won. Let me know if it's not enough.

Oh, okay.

Did you…

Throw that rock?

Yes.

Why?

Because I was bored.

Bored?

"37, Hyowon 2-gil…."

Occupation?

Occupation?

He's a film director.

Who are you?

The producer in charge.

Dong-man!

- Dong-man! - My goodness.

Dong-man, are you okay?

Hey.

They won't take him for the same reason.

They said his blood pressure and pulse are normal, so he's not an emergency case.

Did you tell them he got beaten badly?

I did!

I said he got the crap beaten out of him and to look at his face!

He says he's dying from a concussion,

but when they ask for his name, he says, "Hwang Dong-man."

He answers every single question the nurse asks him.

He needs to act like he's unconscious, but he can't even do that!

How can I get my own name wrong?

That's not what I said!

Just don't answer!

Keep quiet and pretend to be unconscious!

Jeez.

Whatever.

If they turn him away again, I'll just take him home.

Damn it, why can't you just pretend you passed out?

That's the only way to get admitted into the ER!

That's embarrassing.

How am I supposed to act?

He's not hurt.

He hasn't suffered enough.

So, 120 over 80…

What's your name, sir?

Your name, sir.

Your name.

Here. How many do you see?

How many?

Why would you get that right, you idiot?

How can I get "two" wrong?

Just take him home, all right? Damn it.

They said he's not an emergency case!

Fine, let's just take him home!

- What's wrong? - Hey!

- Hey! - Stop him!

- Hey! - No, wait!

He sure stuffed himself.

Do you have any water?

Right away, sir.

It's snowing.

Here.

Take it.

Oh, thanks.

I feel better now.

I'll give you 10,000 won. Let's just go!

I'll give you 50,000 won.

You've got to be kidding me.

Hello?

It's not a concussion. There's no need to go to the hospital.

Doesn't even look like he's in pain.

He's going nuts trying to fish out a 500-won coin.

Yeah, 500 won!

Out of the sewer! Where he just threw up!

- Come on, hold it up right. - It's not even 50,000 won.

It's 500 won.

- He was feeling nauseous, and… - Lower, lower.

- For goodness's sake. - To your six o'clock.

Good.

What did he say?

Park Gyeong-se, come out!

I said come out!

Damn it.

I got cut off because I was getting my ass kicked,

but let me finish what I was saying.

I had a lot prepared, but none of it matters now.

I'll just get to the point.

The Eight Club?

Forget it. I'm out.

That's for you shiny people.

I chose to live a worthless life…

So what's The Eight Club to me?

I'm sorry

for sticking around when I wasn't wanted.

You win at cutting down people with words.

I'll give you that.

But you know what?

If I put my mind to it, I can cut people down too.

I just choose not to.

Then do it.

Go ahead!

My jokes

are just for blowing off steam,

not cutting people down.

Hey, let me ask you something.

Why have you been so mean to me?

You don't treat the others like that.

But you always tear into my films like a maniac.

People ask, you know.

"Why does Hwang Dong-man hate Park Gyeong-se so much?"

You must have a reason.

A reason why you hate me so much.

I only liked Hye-jin for a short time.

Not that, damn it!

There's got to be a reason why you hate me!

Because you hated me first.

Why made you hate me so much?

As of today, I'm leaving The Eight Club.

I'm sorry I stuck around for so long without taking a hint.

THE EIGHT CLUB

I'm leaving my crap behind.

Just make a new group chat.

THE EIGHT CLUB LEAVE THIS CHAT?

LEAVE

HWANG DONG-MAN HAS LEFT THE CHAT

INVITE HWANG DONG-MAN TO THIS CHAT?

CONFIRM

The Eight Club isn't something you can join

and leave as you...

HWANG DONG-MAN HAS LEFT THE CHAT

Goddamn it.

Jeez.

HWANG DONG-MAN HAS LEFT THE CHAT

They used to be inseparable.

I don't know how they ended up like this.

What? They used to be close?

Damn it.

I thought you threw up a lot.

I need to fill up again

since I threw up a lot.

"If I can't prove myself by succeeding,

I'll prove myself by falling apart."

I feel proud because I really fell apart today.

It's the feeling of a day well spent.

Doing it alone is exhausting.

It's less exhausting when you have someone telling you whether it's good or not.

I'll stay by your side

and watch you.

Why do you keep covering it?

Oh, well…

This thing

does that sometimes.

I feel good.

I'm sure I feel good.

But the watch is red.

When it was snowing earlier,

the watch vibrated, and I didn't even question it.

I figured it'd be green.

But it was red.

I was curious

and looked at it.

It said, "lonely."

So I thought, "I guess I like being lonely."

I guess it's no different from me

liking things like "destruction" and "hate."

I'm the kind of guy

who's anxious by default,

so my watch turns red all the time.

But when it does,

I feel like I'm being rude to the person in front of me.