All language subtitles for Enigma Black Stage (3)_track3_[eng]

I'll help Plengpin win.

Let's meet in the costume showcase room.
I've got something to show you.

No, Anya! Hang in there!

Whoa! Her head's totally twisted!

What are you even hoping for?!

What, is no one gonna do anything?!

Should we call the cops?!

Quick! Call the cops!

Don't call the police.

No one calls the police. Period.

Crew, take everyone
who isn't involved to their room.

The rest, check the CCTV footage
from every angle.

Are you out of your mind? Why the hell
won't you let us call the cops?!

Hey! Is no one gonna do anything?

Hey! Someone just died!

Don't you people even care?!

Call the police already!

A person just died, damn it!

Walking around alone at a time like this?

Never mind though.

I guess nowhere's safe anymore.

Hey!

Ajin, what the hell is going on?

You said Anya was a powerful sorceress,
didn't you?

And now she's just gone, just like that?

You asked me why I wanted access to
the Bu-nga Muen Phamorn dress, right?

I've been looking for a certain group.

And based on what I've found,
it's likely they're after the dress too.

What does that have to do
with any of this?

This is Madam Kosum.

She's one of the most dangerous people
I've ever known.

And now I'm sure of it.

Someone in this mansion
is working for her.

They're hiding among us.

Ajin.

What's up, hotshot?

Can't sleep either?

Do you need something?

M.L. Ray's calling everyone
to the stage zone.

I've reviewed all the CCTV footage
from last night,

and here's what I found.

The cameras only caught Anya carrying
her documents out of her room.

After that, none of the cameras
captured anything suspicious.

Ajin, this Madam Kosum…

Is she really that dangerous?

So… what do we do now?

We just have to find out
who the disciple is that she sent in.

For now, we just have to watch.

See who starts acting weird.

All right, stop right here.

Drop it right here.

Given the situation, I've decided…

the competition will continue.

Please act as if everything is normal.

Carry on like nothing happened.

Wait, what about Anya?

No one's going to do anything?

Don't worry about that.

Three, two, and we're rolling.

I've decided to withdraw
from the competition.

My health hasn't been great lately.

I don't want to burden the crew
or the other finalists.

I'm really sorry to all the fans
who've been supporting me.

Where did you get this footage?

Shot it on day one.

What you all need to know is this.

Anya suddenly withdrew from the show.
Then she vanished.

I'll take care of everything else.

But Anya's dead.

I know.

But you know how it works.

In this industry,
no one cares about the truth.

What matters is
what we want the audience to see.

Seriously.

Until now, I've never cared
how unhinged or crazy you've been.

But if you're using your ego to force
the rest of us to cover up the evidence

and keep competing like nothing happened,

there's no way I'm going along with it.

Cover what up? What evidence?

Didn't I just say
the cameras didn't catch anything?

So what evidence is there?

And listen up, everyone. Listen carefully.

I'm not shutting this production down.
Everything will continue as normal.

What was that you said just now?

"Forcing"? Who's forcing anyone?

We're not locked inside a sealed mansion.

There's no storm. No landslide.

The bridge didn't collapse, did it?

So if anyone wants to quit,
go ahead and leave.

I'm not stopping you.

But remember this.

If you walk away now, everything
you've worked for in life will be lost.

Your chance at stardom?
Your lifelong dream?

They'll be gone just like that.
Is that what you want?

So, who's still in? Raise your hand.

What's wrong?

Honestly?

You said to keep an eye on
anyone acting weird, right?

But just being able to stay
in this house until now

already says that none of us
are normal anymore.

I've fought so hard to get here.

I don't want to give up.

And you?

All right then.

Go get ready.

Oh, and let's all try not to die, okay?

We're already short on people.
I wouldn't want the show to get boring.

This way, please.

- What are you doing?
- Holy shit!

I thought you were someone else.

I was just packing to leave.

Everyone here's completely insane.

I can't take it anymore.

What about you? Wanna come?

You can't just suddenly walk away
from the show.

What about the killer?

- We still haven't found them.
- Screw it!

I'm not a cop.

Why should I care who the killer is?

There's a delivery truck
coming in two days.

I've already told them to bring
an empty one too.

It's big. It'll fit a few people.

You can ask others to come too
if you want.

Are you in?

Never mind. Think it over.

But while you're still here, act normal.

Think it through.

I don't know why you came here,

but for me,

life matters most.

Is your reason
worth risking your life for?

To break through the ceiling
of your acting,

you must do more than just
understand the assignment.

You must dig deep,
to the very core of your soul.

Inhale.

Be one with yourself.

Feel every step you're experiencing.

Geez, this is insane.

Someone literally just died.

If it were me,

just thinking how someone in there
might be the killer,

I'd be too freaked out
to do any of this exercise crap.

I think they know.

Being surrounded by
this many cameras and crew…

This might actually be the safest place.

Lie down.

Focus on your breathing.

Feel your inhale and exhale.

The ground beneath you is now a meadow.

You smell flowers.

You feel the coolness of the soil.

You feel the breeze
brushing against your skin.

Sit up slowly.

You look toward the meadow.

The green soothes your eyes.

And in the distance,
someone's walking toward you.

They're so far away.

But you start to make out their shape.

From a silhouette to a face.

You see them clearly now.

You see their face.
It's the person you love the most.

You see their smile.

They wave at you.

You feel their love.

The warmth they give you.

That joy of seeing them in front of you
lives on your skin.

You feel your skin tremble.

It's the feeling of love.

But suddenly…

their expression changes.

A stranger approaches.
They're staring down your loved one.

What are you feeling?

You're breathing fast.

Suddenly, the stranger lunges,

grabbing them by the hair.

He pins them down.

Your loved one is begging for help.

But you just stand there.

They scream, but nothing comes out.

You watch as they struggle
in the stranger's grip.

He's got a stick. He hits them.

Again and again! Harder each time.

You want to help,
but you can't reach them.

Scream out. Scream out.

Call out to them.

All you can do is reach.

You reach for them.

Scream. Scream. Let it out.

This is the last time you'll ever
get to speak to them.

Tell them what you need to say. Tell them.

Scream it out. Scream it out.

Wow! That last session
was really something.

It felt like
I unlocked something deep inside.

Thank you so much, M.L. Ray.

That relaxation exercise was amazing.
It really moved me.

Relaxation, my ass.

Uh… if the last person's done,
please return to your rooms.

So, hotshot. Did you make up your mind?

I've decided.

I'm staying.

You're not scared of dying?

You don't need to worry about me.

I'll make sure I stay safe.

Thanks for offering.

Fair enough.

Back in my day, I was just like you.

But aren't you worried about Plengpin?

She's the last person
I need to worry about.

She can take care of herself
better than you think.

Really? Well then, stay safe.

I'll prep the remaining documents.

But it's kinda weird though.

You suddenly… brought up Plengpin.

It's like you knew.

You knew she and I were working together.

You killed Anya, didn't you?

You're with Enigma, right?

Ask the person behind you.

It's been a while, hasn't it, Ajin?

Oh my.

We haven't seen each other in years,

and now you're
this hot-headed little punk?

A kid should know
how to respect their elders.

Otherwise, they get punished.

Got it, dear nephew?

What do you want?

So impatient.

Can't we catch up a little first?

And stop fighting it already.

You've studied enough about me
to know this by now.

In this place, no one can touch me.

Then just kill me already.

Do you know something?

If I wanted to kill you,

it'd be ridiculously easy.

But it wouldn't be elegant.

To hell with elegant!

Do you know what's most elegant about
the Bu-nga Muen Phamorn dress?

It's the code.

The set of commands,
written under impossibly perfect rules.

That's what makes it elegant.

Even someone like me

can't touch the dress directly.

Artifacts of that level must be created
through advanced rituals,

with dozens, hundreds,
of lives sacrificed.

And in the end, you have to use
your own blood and soul

to write the final code meticulously.

The only way to possess it
is to follow the rules.

It's perfect.

- There's nothing more elegant--
- I don't give a damn!

Quit rambling about this elegant shit!

And--

Shut up and let me finish,
you little shit.

People like you,

you contaminate the whole system.

I won't let that happen.

Anyone who turns their back
on these sacred rules

must be eliminated.

Let me go!

Quit.

Quit.

I'm out!

I'm going to… I'm out!

I'm pulling out!

Do you understand now?

I will never let anyone
taint this competition.

What do you want?

I'm giving you a chance.

You used to be my favorite nephew.

Tell Plengpin to withdraw.

Give up.

The two of you will never beat the rest.

The rest?

Yes.

You think I only planted one or two
of my disciples among the crew?

Ms. Plengpin?

This is the crew.

We have to shoot
some extra interview footage.

Can you hear us?

This is the crew.

Ms. Plengpin?

Let me spell it out.

Other than you and Anya,

everyone else here
is one of Enigma's people.

Now do you get it?

Think hard, my dear.

You don't want to see someone you love
get killed again, do you?

Let me go!

Let me go! Let go!

I said let me go! Let go!

Let go!

Let go!

I'll give you one last chance.

Help me, Ajin!

- But hurry…
- No!

No!

No!

- Before I change my mind.
- Help!

Ajin, help me!

No!

No!

Plengpin!

Whoa, hotshot!

You're up.

Come help us with the shoot.

Wait!

Did something happen to you?

Ajin! What's the matter?

What happened?!

Ajin!

What's the matter? What happened?

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

Let's pull out of this.

Based on this chapter of the novel,

the contestants must search
for magical orchids,

hidden somewhere in this dark mansion,
with only a lantern to guide them.

Whoever finds the most orchids

gets the highest score and wins.

Ready?

Team A, take your positions.

Starting the timer now.

Zone B, they're almost there.
Make sure we don't miss it.

- Should we go to the monitor room now?
- Yeah.

So Plengpin really did withdraw, huh?

Yes, she did.

I've already confirmed it with the team.

What a shame.

Didn't you say you wanted screen time?

Come on.

- Don't overthink--
- Ajin.

If what you told me is true…

then what Madam Kosum said
doesn't make sense.

What do you mean?

We might actually have a chance to win.

POETRY FROM THE NOVEL

- How far along are they?
- They've started collecting orchids.

Seems like it's going
faster than expected.

Oh!

Myday just got another one.

She has three now.

That pair has great instincts.

When you said we might have a chance
to win, what did you mean?

Something feels off about Anya's case.

You said you saw her lantern go out
when she was killed, right?

She died. That's why it went out.

Are you sure?

Think carefully.

Did it go out before or after she died?

Before.

Exactly. And the way Madam Kosum
described the dress,

the rules are so powerful that
even she can't break them.

So what if she couldn't kill Anya

unless Anya said she's out first?

Which means

her threats to kill us
might just be bluffs.

What she really wants is to get us
to say "we withdraw" ourselves.

That might be true.

But so what?

We withdrew.

We haven't said the word.

And more importantly,

I saw it with my own eyes.

Saw what?

My lantern it's still lit.

How do you know?

For real,

if we go back now, we might still make it.

Plengpin.

- But I don't think--
- Hey!

Ajin,

we don't have time to hesitate!

Myday is currently in the lead.

Jew is just slightly behind.

Got one!

Let's keep going!

What are you doing?

What's wrong with Myday?

It looks like Plengpin
did something to her.

Now that's more like it!
This game's getting interesting.

But that's cheating.

You can't just take the orchids
from another contestant.

Why not? There's no rule against it.

Keep recording. Get plenty of coverage.

Let's pull up this screen.

Plengpin.

You asshole!

This is how you want to play?!

You think I can't break your spell?!

Hurry and give her flowers back.

Let go! Let go of me!

What just happened?

What's going on here?

Looks like all the security cameras
went out.

- I'll work on fixing it now.
- No time!

Grab a camera and go shoot outside.

Hurry! Move!

Weird, huh?

You were already given a clean exit,

but you were dumb enough to come back.

You really are a fascinating woman.

Reckless.

Impulsive.

Smart.

But I still don't get you.

No matter how hard you fight,

it's all pointless.

Myday!

Here are your orchids.

Because in the end,
every single precious orchid…

Thanks.

…ends up in the hands of the same people.

No matter who wins this contest,

Enigma wins anyway.

What you're doing now
is tossing a pebble into a lake.

It makes a ripple, sure.

But it doesn't change anything.

Whether you came back or not…

in the end,

the audience will still get
the same ending.

Isn't that right?

But you know how it works.

In this industry,
no one cares about the truth.

What matters is
what we want the audience to see.

But if you never try, you'll never know.

Hey! Help!

Hey!

He's not breathing!

Hey!

Hey!

- You got him?
- Hey!

- Hey!
- Hey!

Quick, grab her!

Wait!

Plengpin.

I don't get it.

Why did you do that?

Your time's up.

The game is over.

You know you lost.

So why keep going?

That's not true.

Who gets to decide
if Plengpin lost or not?

Isn't that you, sir?

What's that supposed to mean?

We have all the proof now

that you deliberately tried
to hide Anya's body.

And if I press this one button,

the footage will be sent to the police
and the press.

You wouldn't want the show
to end like that, right?

So let Plengpin move on to the next round.

Are you crazy?!

You're part of the crew!
You can't just side with a contestant!

Mind your business!

Let me ask you something.

Aekasit really is dead, isn't he?

Yes.

All right.

Everyone, listen up.

From this moment on,

I'm taking complete control
of this production.

- But, sir--
- I said, shut it!

And you two…

You gave one hell of a performance.

Congratulations. You're moving on.

Unbelievably, someone actually found
the special orchid

that the show team hid
at the bottom of the mansion's pool.

Oh, Myday, you haven't packed yet?

Drop the act.

Let's finish this together.

What I need from you is your commitment
to deliver the best show possible.

Let's spend these last moments
enjoying watching the show.