Confession Page #2
- Year:
- 2014
- 114 min
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with evidence on the cams,
it'd be easy to get a settlement.
Really?
Oh! I wish I could live
comfortably.
Who can help me?
How about a game?
Number 52 is looking good.
Congratulations, sir!
FAKE PATIENT 17
I just went out for
chicken and beer.
Why didn't you go
in the wheelchair!
Sh*t.
Was the chicken good?
The patient went
to replenish nutrition.
What's so wrong with that?
went out without even crutches.
That's not normal.
Chief SHlN?
When will you get off my back?
To all the 6 fake patients
in this room...
You'll no longer receive
recovery payments.
Disciplinary will call you.
Take care.
The f***...
Get up!
Why'd you drink so much?
What's wrong?
Min-su?
What?
Aren't you getting married?
Your dick will rot.
Bastard! What the hell?
It's not cuz I don't want to.
How can I with no girl?
Min-su?
What's with you today?
About Hyun-tae's mom's arcade...
I met with her today.
Is she doing well?
The arcade...
Let's rob it for her.
What?
She asked me to do it.
Think about it.
Hyun-tae's dad got sick.
But she's too busy
to take care of him.
And you know
Hyun-tae's uptight.
As long as she runs it,
he'll never go see her.
They're family!
How sad is that?
If we help her this once...
know what the best part is?
No one loses, pal!
She can retire on the insurance
and make up with Hyun-tae.
And you'll get a cut
to get married and sh*t!
Huh, Min-su?
Isn't it great?
I'm going to bed.
Come in to sleep or go.
Sit down! You fool!
How long will you live
like this?
How long do I have to
take care of you?
Please don't.
The hell! You fool...
Please don't what!
Who're you to stop everyone
from being happy!
Just don't.
Let's sleep.
We gotta head out early.
Damn! Selfish loser.
Who is it?
In-chul's car is here.
- He slept over?
- Yup.
Did you drink?
Told you not to eat it
with drinks!
MUTE:
No luck?
It won't come off.
I have leftover detergents,
but it'll ruin it.
I don't know why
they're at it again.
It's not Yuri's fault
Mi-lan is like that.
It's not contagious!
Why'd ln-chul come?
Is something wrong?
Something happened
at a delivery place.
But ln-chul took care of it.
In-chul seems to do
quite a lot for you.
Like hell!
It's what friends do.
- What friends?
- Don't hit him!
You came?
Aren't you cold?
Dang! It's cold!
Give me that.
Damn young fools
who don't know any better!
Throw it out!
I'll buy her a new one.
It's the 29th, right?
What?
Your parents' anniversary
of passing.
Oh, right.
You son of a b*tch.
Be good to your parents
like everyone else.
Why don't you? Stupid.
I want to be good to them
and live normally.
But they don't live like that.
Exactly!
If they lived normally,
Hyun-tae would be happy!
Right?
The hell.
I gotta go.
I'll come that day.
- Throw that out.
- Okay.
Take care!
Bye.
What?
What? What? What?
Let's eat.
Come in. I'll cook.
FIRE INSURANCE APPLICATION
MESSAGE FROM MIN-SU
Son of a b*tch.
11:
26 PMNOVEMBER 24th, 2013
CLOUDY WITH 90% CHANCE OF RAIN
TO:
MOMHOW ARE YOU? I'LL COME BY SOON
FROM HYUN-TAE
TO:
DADSEND:
You drank?
Not much.
Yeah right!
You bastard!
Let's just do it.
This is dang important!
Listen carefully!
Smash up machines
then pour gas all over. Got it?
I'll handle things
with Mother.
- Okay.
- Get ready.
Let's go.
Oh no!
Sh*t! Come out!
They can't hear us.
- Really?
- Yes!
What now?
Drag me over and hit me.
Hit you?
Yes!
So they won't suspect it!
Sh*t. Okay!
Good!
In front of the cam.
Good!
Ready?
One, two, three!
Ouch!
- Now what?
- The safe!
- Open it?
- Yes! Take my finger!
Okay! Let's go!
- Why'd you hit so hard!
- Sorry, Mother.
Now push me.
- Now?
- Yes!
Good.
- Hey!
- Yes?
- Take the money and go.
- Okay.
Light up a far corner and leave.
Leave the ledger there.
Get it all in!
Hurry up!
Hold on!
I'm doing it!
- It hurts, you fool...
- It does? Sorry.
Min-su!
You done?
Why isn't he answering?
- What's wrong?
- Hey!
Where are you going?
I'll be right back.
Hey!
What are you doing?
What's that?
What?
Father!
Oh no!
Hey!
The camera!
Stupid!
What's wrong?
Mother...
Wait...
- Mother...
- Honey!
What are you doing!
Call 91 1!
Call 91 1 you bastards!
Honey!
- Mother...
- Wait!
Mother... I can explain.
Listen to me! Mother!
Mother! Wait!
Mother!
Mother!
What?
There's a door!
Help me!
Move!
- Mother!
- Mother!
Get down!
It's dangerous!
Help me!
Mother!
- It's dangerous!
- Bastards!
Mother! Be careful!
Son of a b*tch!
Help me!
- Thieves!
- I can explain!
Thieves! Help me!
Thieves!
Help me!
Thieves!
Help me!
You bastard.
Mother?
Mother?
Mother...
Mother?
Mother!
What the hell...
Mother? Oh no...
Oh no...
How did this happen?
Mother...
What do we do?
What do we do?
Hey! Wait!
F***!
What's this?
What's the address?
A basement arcade
at Dal-san 6-1.
Where?
Take the mask off.
What the f***!
I didn't plan for that!
Bastard!
Take it off!
Son of a b*tch!
Go to bed.
I'll come tomorrow.
That son of a b*tch!
Hey!
You bastard!
Stupid!
It's not my fault!
What did I do wrong!
What the hell did I do!
You son of a b*tch!
It's not my fault!
Stupid!
Bastard!
FUNERAL HOME:
Uncle...
Think it's in there?
It has to be
or else we're screwed.
Move it along!
Don't take all day!
Damn it.
Sir?
Working hard?
How've you been?
You're on this case?
Help me out,
Detective CHOl.
It's still not opened?
What's taking so damn long?
What the hell!
Sh*t.
What?
You're on this?
I'll come by the station soon.
Take care.
Mrs. LlM's son,
Hyun-tae, is the culprit.
You know JUNG ln-chul
who's under disciplinary?
They're inseparable friends.
CLOSE FRIENDS:
A hefty fire insurance
on Victory Arcade...
was signed by JUNG
and Mrs. LlM 5 days before.
Then, it's so obvious.
What do the cops say?
The Chief of Police
was at the scene.
Cooperative investigation
is out.
First, find out if JUNG and LlM
had alibis that night.
Yes, sir.
One of the surveillance cams
can be restored, sir.
- Really?
- Yes.
- See if there's anything on it.
- Yes, sir.
Come with me!
- Honey!
- Let's go!
Hey!
The hell?
I didn't even wash up.
What'd you do on the 24th?
The 24th?
Sunday!
Were you working that night?
I don't remember.
Sh*t! It was 4 days ago!
Why can't you remember!
I can't even remember
what I did yesterday.
Then, you were with me
that night.
If anyone asks,
tell them that! Got it?
Was l? Okay.
But who'll ask me?
F***!
Just do as I say!
Why are you yelling!
Fine!
What's with your face?
Are you sick?
Sh*t!
Let's go home.
I'll make chicken soup.
F*** that! Get off!
- Get off?
- Yeah!
- Get off!
- Hey!
Honey!
- Sh*t!
- Hey!
What are you doing?
What the hell!
I'm going to Seoul.
The hell...
If you disappear now,
you'll look most suspicious!
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