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Why are you doing this?

This isn't your first rodeo.

We're asking for the call record of our own office.

Why must we ask the police?

Just tell us who called us this morning.

He seems to have bribed the telephone company.

(He seems to have bribed the telephone company.)

You should give it up this time.

You're anxious.

He's stalling.

(Hyesung Hospital)

(Hyesung Hospital)

Thank you for your service. Hello.

There is a patient named Han Seok Joo here, right?

Yes, please fill this out first.

Are you sure you're his guardian?

Sure. I'm just one of his acquaintances.

If you're not his guardian, please leave. You can't see him.

I am his guardian. I'll fill it out.

Han Seok Joo.

Then are you all from Sunday Syndicate?

Sure, we are.

When I called you earlier, you pretended not to know him.

You sure came here early.

Of course, we should.

From outside, the hospital looked pretty big,

but it's pretty empty inside.

Gosh.

We're an appointed hospital. And we only have the ER.

In a month,

even this hospital will close down.

I see.

The medical bill for emergency procedures is 2,717 dollars.

Pardon? Why is that so expensive?

Listen. He doesn't have medical insurance.

You didn't know that? I thought you all worked at the same company.

Darn it.

Gosh. I don't have cash right now.

Then let me go and see him first.

We accept cards too.

Six months, please.

Sure.

You must have a lot of time after quitting your singing career...

seeing you're chasing after this.

I didn't quit.

I was kicked out thanks to you.

Me?

Is that how it happened?

Gosh, you must have ruined a lot of people's lives...

since you don't remember it at all.

Thanks to you, I'm cleaning up the messes...

that singers at my label make.

That's not true.

You got kicked out because you weren't popular enough.

Frankly, you weren't even that good of a singer either.

- He bolted. - There's no camera either.

Darn it.

Darn it. Where did he go?

(Laundry Storage Room)

Hey, hey. He's here!

Hey, hey. Get him!

Hey!

Darn it!

(Off Limits)

That rat.

- You two, that way. - Yes, sir.

Get him!

Stop right there!

You're right.

I didn't become an idol singer because I was good at singing.

Just like how reporters...

didn't become reporters because they wrote good stories.

Right?

It's the truth.

If you took a photo, you should release it.

Blackmailing to extort money after getting a scandalous photo...

isn't journalism.

My gosh.

Well, thanks to such journalism,

you could retire on a good note without getting arrested.

I'm so grateful that I'm tearing up.

But this time,

I think you should thank me.

We obtained...

last night's surveillance footage of the passenger cart on the train.

Because you forced a photographer to take paparazzi photos,

the photographer fell off the train. We have that in the footage.

Gosh, what a shame.

If he died right there,

even you, the almighty editor-in-chief,

would be escorted in a police car.

"If he died"? He's alive.

Then... If he is...

Widen the search and search every hospital nearby.

Hospital?

We already looked...

That's right.

The hospital. It was the hospital.

Where was it? It was... Jeong...

Hey, move!

- Hey, get him. - Come here, you jerk!

Hey!

What is this?

Hey, go out that way.

Hey, you. Let's just talk. Okay?

Wait. Take it easy.

You spilled hydrochloric acid and glass bottles shattered everywhere.

You can't run away from us. Let's stop here, okay?

Darn it! Push!

Don't look so surprised.

He even jumped off a moving train yesterday.

What are you doing? Go get him now!

Darn it.

Where?

"Sunday Syndicate"?

Yes.

Doctor. My apologies.

Our intern wasn't properly trained and made a mistake earlier.

Is it correct that Han Seok Joo is there as a patient, right?

Yes, that's right. Han Seok Joo.

But is he really an employee at your company?

Earlier, she wasn't interested in paying his medical bill earlier.

I see. Right. He is an employee here.

Of course. We will cover his medical expenses.

By the way, did he...

have a camera with him?

What?

But as for his medical bill,

other employees from your company came and paid for it.

Pardon? Employees from our company?

(Ms. Seo)

Yes.

Hyesung Hospital? Jeongseon?

He did drift far.

Guys, guys. Get him! Get him now!

That rat!

Open up.

Open up. Open up!

Open up, you jerk!

Hey.

Excuse me.

Mr. Trapped Mouse.

You saw that guy next to me break the door down, right?

He's mad strong and has a nasty temper.

So let's be gentlemen...

and talk this out,

okay?

(Mr. Kang - Gong Agency)

- Hello, sir. - What happened?

What? A trapped mouse?

Okay. Get it out quickly.

What a shame. It was getting interesting.

But sorry.

Looks like the game will be over very soon.

Hey, Ms. Seo. Call the police right now.

- Police? - Send the police...

and have them take Han Seok Joo into custody.

Then he'll have to reveal his relationship with us.

Really? Okay.

Report him as a law-breaking paparazzo.

Soo Hyun.

What if he gives the photo to the cops?

Sir. Let's give up on this one.

I'll give the photo to the police.

I'll make up for the loss in income with something else.

What are you trying to pull?

If we let them get away with it this time,

they'll continue...

to take us for fools and disrespect us.

We use this to set a clear example.

You have a point.

Sir.

There's a thing called business ethics. You can't do this!

Why not? What?

We should reclaim our identity as a media company this time.

That's what you said earlier.

Hear that?

Report it and leak it to the local press that it's a big scoop.

That a paparazzo has a photo of a big celebrity...

gambling illegally.

Sir. There's been a strange turn of events.

Hey. I'm really curious about something.

How much do you get to take a picture?

Can't you just sell it to us?

We'll pay you well!

- Break it down. - That punk.

- Hold on. - What?

Yes.

Pardon? The police?

Police.

(Hyesung Hospital)

Hey, let's clear out.

I told them to leave. It's all good now.

And double. We'll pay you double for that photo,

so send the police away.

Sorry, but it's too late.

It's out of our hands now.

Darn it.

Police.

Clear out.

Hey.

- How much will you give me? - Why that...

That's why I said from the start that I wanted to talk.

- How may we help you? - We received a report.

What room is Han Seok Joo in?

- He's in room 205. - 205? Thank you.

(Hyesung Hospital)

What brings the police here?

- We received a report. - A report?

Who...

We can't disclose that for the person's safety.

I think it was a false report.

Darn it. You're right.

- Excuse us. - Sure.

Just a minute.

Good.

Since the police are here too,

you won't change your tune later on, right?

So,

how much will you give me?

What?

Don't worry, kid. We'll give you plenty. Of course.

You've been through so much.

We'll give you whatever you ask.

Right?

Of course. Naturally.

Sure.

Hear that?

You shouldn't mess with a government agency.

Our apologies. He isn't well.

- He isn't feeling well. - That's right.

Darn it. It was a false report.

Let's go and grab lunch.

Have a nice day.

Yes.

What? How much?

Okay, I'll pay that. Tell him we'll pay.

Han Seok Joo?

He says he'll sell that photograph to us.

That's the problem with mercenaries.

They'll sell their souls if the price is right.

It was an amusing battle.

Sure. Congrats.

We'll meet again.

Idols are always causing trouble.

And we'll always be there.

I'm sure. That's right.

But I guess you'll have more time on your hands now.

Since the mighty Ji Soo Hyun was made a fool of.

Everyone will start...

to "disrespect" you.

Okay, then.

That rude jerk.

Ms. Ji, don't worry too much.

I'll mess them up good next time.

You?

In my place?

Do you want to replace me as editor-in-chief?

What?

That's not what I meant.

Young Ja.

Don't drink the Kool-Aid you were trying to feed me.

Hold on. It looks like they were saved onto a memory card as well.

He said the cover popped open when he fell from the train,

and the memory card fell out.

Search him.

Send people to search that hospital in Jeongseon too.

Yes, sir.

Remove the bandage.

Good work.

Go to the hospital first.

Does this mean...

the almighty Ji Soo Hyun's winning streak will crumble now?

The news that her streak ended has already spread in this industry.

But it doesn't sound like you're concerned.

Well, not really. Besides,

do you think SH will take a hit just because I'm not concerned about her?

Gosh, you have a point.

The most useless worries in this world are...

about rich people, celebrities,

- and SH. - It's SH.

I can hear you guys.

Were you on a stakeout again?

Gosh, that must've been exhausting.

I won't tell on you. Stop pretending to be my friend.

What happened to your cameraman?

He was in a motorcycle accident.

- Yes. - Did he get hurt badly?

I guess so.

How much was it?

He's hospitalized for two years.

2 years? 2 years?

Gosh, why...

I had a feeling that this would happen someday.

SH...

SH, that viper, nags us, the photographers.

It's strange that we're still alive somehow.

Think about it. Am I wrong?

Yes, it is a wonder.

You know what? There is one more strange thing.

What is it?

You, photographers.

You say that your job here is demanding.

Why do you guys not leave and try to stay with Sunday Syndicate?

The doors are closing.

The doors are opening.

Who is this?

I brought a photo for your chief editor.

A photo?

Ma'am,

someone came here with a photo now.

Ms. Lee. Ms. Lee. Please come out now.

- What is it? - Please hurry.

What is this about?

- Do something. - Don't do anything.

I mean...

- Who is he? - Does she know him?

- What is it? - What's going on?

- What? - What are they doing?

No address,

no photo.

(Big Issue)

Do you want to work with us?

Please make me look like an office worker.

Did you get a job?

Tell me about Han Seok Joo.

She had a heart disease since birth.

You are going to dry us out.

Make it look like he needed a scoop.

It is true that I needed a scoop, but that wasn't my agenda.

Do you admit that you did ask your superior for a favor?

I had no idea he was that desperate.

He was trying to set up a drinking party in the middle of an underpass.

The patrol is here! Hurry!

I'm in big trouble.