Face (페이스)

PRODUCED BY CHUNG TAE-WON FOURTH SKULL TURNS UP

SCENARIO DEVELOPED BY NEEDLE FILM

SHIN HYUN-JUN SONG YOON-AH

SCREENPLAY BY PARK CHUL-HEE

CINEMATOGRAPHY CHOI GI-YEOL LIGHTING KIM SUN-HWA

MUSIC LEE HAN-NA EDITING PARK GOK-JI

SOUND SUPERVISOR YOO DAE-HYUN CO-PRODUCER HAN YONG

SKULL TURNS INTO FACE LEE HYUN-MIN, A SPECIALIST AT NISI

DIRECTED BY YOO SANG-GON

FACE

NATIONAL INSTITUTE OF SCIENCE INVESTIGATION

Found in the sand again?

I Wonder the look upon death.

This is the fourth skull.

A LETTER OF RESIGNATION

I'm sorry for leaving at a time like this.

Not that I don't understand,

but the police need faces reconstructed ASAP.

You're the only hope they have.

I’ve made up my mind, sir.

You might feel better Working at home.

No daily report is necessary.

I never heard your resignation request!

I'll tell them you're on leave. You hear me?

DAEYOUNG GENERAL HOSPITAL

Chart!

- Increase dopamine by 10 micro. - Sir.

- Keep it under 8000 an hour. - Okay.

She's now stabilized. It will pass.

It wasn't this bad when you operated on her last year.

Like I said before, your daughter is Beta-allergic.

Two to three years of observation is crucial.

Considering cells are adapting, It's pretty normal.

And the transplanted heart needs time to settle in.

Don't be too worried.

But it's gotten worse recently.

How could I not?

I was wondering,

what if the donor had heart issues?

Can I meet the donor's family?

The heart was fine. I checked it out myself.

I assure you.

Doctor?

I'd like to meet the family, just in case.

They don't want to be exposed.

Take her home.

Take her somewhere quiet and peaceful.

Take a good care of her.

She'll be just fine.

Here comes ice-cold beer!

I thought I was the owner here.

Here you go.

Han-su, should I leave the hospital and open up a cafe too?

Shut up and drink.

No more doctor-turned cafe owner please.

I know a pediatrician was your childhood dream.

Sun-young, you're the last person to give her advice.

You reconstruct faces, for Gods sake.

That's right.

Face Reconstruction wasn't even a required course.

Did you take it too?

I dropped it after the first class. I don't know what got into her.

She worked harder than anybody in the class.

She simply changed boats.

That's what life is all about.

Your fate changes before you even know it.

That's the fun part of life.

I'm getting thirsty here.

Cut the chitchat and let's make a toast, guys.

- To our scuba club! - Sure.

- Cheers! - Cheers!

The air is good!

Today is the first anniversary of our scuba club.

Let's take a picture.

Gather around, guys.

Ready?

Hey, get your arm off Sun-young.

It doesn't belong there. Here we go.

One, two...

Flippers!

Excited to see grandma?

We'll go fishing too, Jin.

I bought a fishing pole for you.

Okay?

Don't be sick, my pumpkin.

Tell me.

Is she really okay?

Yes.

She just needs some rest.

Shell be better off out here.

I'll Wrap things up in Seoul and hurry back.

It's okay, sweetheart.

Her mom was so worried

that she smiled too much.

But I haven't seen her smile since her mother died.

My poor baby!

Daddy, Mommy...

And this is me.

Her parents sent test results to Cleveland Clinic,

requesting a heart transplant on her.

Meanwhile, her conditions have gotten Worse.

- Cleveland Clinic? - Yes.

Having no experience with Beta-allergic cases,

they refused to accept her.

Moreover, they recommended you for the surgery.

Which means they know that you have a 100% success rate

in performing heart transplants

on Beta-allergic patients.

What about the match?

Not found yet.

But I'm sure we'll find one soon.

How?

By sitting around in here?

- Go find me one now! - Yes, sir.

This is a great opportunity.

For what?

The patients grandfather,

he's the president of Jin-myung Corp,

the third biggest company in the country--

How does that relate to this?

If the surgery is successful, he might donate--

If you have time to daydream, make another round!

Yes, sir.

Mr. Lee Hyun-min?

Yes?

Nice to meet you. I'm Jung Sun-young, newcomer to the Institute.

This is the skull you need to--

- Go back. - Wait!

The director is away on business.

Look--

Name's Jung Sun-young.

I'm not in any condition to work.

With all due respect...

- Worried I might get in the way? - Take this back.

I'm not just a messenger.

My job is to assist you to reconstruct it.

Can I have a glass of water?

I'll fill you in later.

So stop spying on me and leave.

You said the same thing last time and gave me nothing.

How is that my fault?

This crazy-ass melted down the whole body.

Look,

to cover up their crimes,

some assholes out off fingers or pull out teeth.

But melting the body like this...

What?

Wait a second.

He melted the whole body. Why?

He didn't want us to find out what was wrong with it.

I guess God is watching over her.

- Prepare the operation. - Yes, sir.

Scalpel.

- ACC on. - ACC on.

- Clamps. - Clamps.

Close her up well.

Okay.

What are you doing here alone?

Jin, let's go home. Jin?

Good morning!

I'm here to help you with the work.

Look, Miss--

I told you the other day. Names Jung Sun-young.

Look, Ms. Jung...

What's wrong with you?

Who said you could leave the skull here?

Fine.

If you won't work on it, I'll take it back.

Go ahead. I haven't even touched it.

I see you've already started.

Hyun-min.

The skull?

I understand things are tough for you.

But...

think of the victim's family, without knowing whether--

I have one of my own.

Can't you reconsider it?

Please go back.

That victim has lost a face.

Whoever it was deserves one.

And you can get it back.

Please.

Get in!

Who are those punks?

Loan sharks and organ traffickers. They might know something.

I'll squeeze them out.

I'm also checking the victims' credit card transactions.

Credit cards? What for?

If those female victims sold their organs,

it must've been for money, right?

- Right. - That's why.

And I’ve found out they all had their hearts scanned.

Isn't that strange?

Not to me, man. Must be a coincidence.

Your ears are fine.

Yet, science and logic can't explain everything.

A psycho-pathological matter such as an illusion,

stems from a series of troubles.

It wasn't an illusion.

I saw it clearly. Right before my eyes.