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-Mom. -Yes?

Why are we going home?

You said I had to stay at the hospital to get better.

Well, you can get better at home too.

It's been a long time since you've been home, right?

But I like it here.

They have a bed, and it's warm too.

Daddy fixed up the heater.

It won't be cold.

Upsy-daisy.

Let me help.

-Thank you. -Let's go home, Da-in.

What about you, Dad?

If you go wait at home first, sweetie...

ELEPHANT CIRCUS

...I'll be there in the blink of an eye.

You go on first, Da-in.

How could they do such a thing? Doesn't she have a rare disease?

We don't have the money.

Even so, how could they?

How could the hospital kick out a sick little girl?

Don't they give a damn if she dies?

Thank you for letting us use the car.

Taking the subway would've been tough for her.

She can make it home comfortably.

Also...

please don't forget my request.

Can't you think this through? Your daughter loves you so much.

ILYEONG HOSPITAL

POLICYHOLDER: NO SANG-GUK

Would you please wake up?

You have to stay awake.

I said you must stay awake!

We gotta get out of here now.

Pull yourself together, okay?

Wake up.

Wake...

Are you awake now?

Awake...

Drink some water first.

What did you mean by "get out of here"?

No screaming, no acting surprised,

and no going berserk, okay?

Listen carefully.

You can change rooms.

It costs a billion won.

Sounds familiar, right?

Remember how 1st Floor always went on about making a billion won?

I had no idea the money was for that.

Honestly, he put up with a lot.

He secretly had a grand scheme all along to change rooms.

1st Floor proposed that we cooperate

to try to overthrow 8th Floor and her manipulative and tyrannical rules.

Of course he suggested that

since I'm risking my life for everyone's sake,

I get first pick of the rooms.

He's basically telling me to take 8th Floor's.

The offer was too good to refuse.

If you agree with the plan, flare your nose three times.

We have more people.

Wouldn't it be better to just attack her?

I doubt she'll shoot us with the gun, don't you think?

Bang!

Isn't it just sexy?

Sorry?

The way blood splatters.

It's rather avant-garde.

I want to shoot for real.

Not paint cans,

but a real person.

Maybe it's better

to shoot everyone...

"And end the show."

Those were her exact words.

I was so scared that she might shoot me.

Don't even think about going up against that girl.

It'd be best to be careful with her.

What if

we raid her at night?

You see,

she doesn't sleep at night these days.

What?

Well,

she just paints.

There are already paintings titled from Number 5 to Number 9.

I bet she's watching us now through the CCTV.

We must do it during the day.

She plays golf out in the square when the sun is out.

Good shot! That was great!

Did she buy any additional weapons?

"Weapons"?

Coco is a new addition.

"Coco"?

It doesn't look like it,

but it's hella vicious.

After playing golf, she always takes a bath in her room.

Yes, you're getting better by the day.

That's our only chance.

The only time she puts down her gun.

We can rush in, take away the gun, and attack her.

It will naturally lead to close combat,

so we need someone to take the lead.

I'll do it.

I can do it.

But

there's another issue.

What other damn issue could there be?

Well, there's no one to untie and set you guys free.

What?

You know, while she's playing golf,

I have to be her caddie.

Good shot, 8th Floor!

We've got 5th Floor.

What are you doing out here?

The sunlight is so nice, isn't it?

She's the only one

who's free to move except for you.

You have to convince her, no matter what.

4th Floor...

you are our only hope.

Please.

You know who I am, right?

Of course. Our lovely 4th Floor.

-That's good. -What is?

Come here for a second.

Well, you've been by yourself recently,

and I wanna have a chat.

Why don't we have a chat?

These are my favorite plates.

I nabbed them from 8th Floor's room to give to you.

By the way, how did you end up coming here?

You look like you were well-off.

I'm pretty good at reading people.

I was well-off once.

But I blew all my money.

How?

My husband was a famous dermatologist, so he made a lot of money.

But he never showed me any respect

and cheated on me all the time.

At first, I went there to blow off some steam.

I couldn't help but be drawn to his kind words.

He asked me to lend him some money.

I ended up giving him the house, my husband's building, all our money.

When I could finally see things clearly, my husband had already sued me,

and I had absolutely nothing left.

What a motherfucker.

I was the fool.

I always tend to delude myself.

When you leave this place,

just bump off all those bastards.

With that money, hiring a hitman will be pocket change.

Goodness me.

You make it sound so fun.

Thank you, 4th Floor.

4th Floor convinced 5th Floor with all her heart.

She told her about 1st Floor and the billion won

and how everyone was exhausted from the psychological torture.

She made it sound even more tragic.

Is there anything I can do?

You just need to do what I tell you.

I'll do it.

Whatever it is.

5th Floor.

But

under one condition.

At last, it's D-Day.

All right. Shall we go play golf?

But we had a bad start.

Shall we take a day off?

My Coco looks tired as well.

All the more reason you should exercise!

Coco, if you feel lethargic,

you should move more.

Come here, sweetie.

Good dog. Let's go over there.

Listen, I set up the hazards and the course, all ready to go.

It will be so much fun!

But 4th Floor's quick thinking got our plan back on track.

By the way,

what did you talk about with 5th Floor last time?

Sorry?

Well, you guys were crying and hugging each other.

I almost joined you out of curiosity.

Oh, that?

I guess you saw everything.

We listened to each other's old stories and stuff.

Good shot.

Your swing is exquisite today!

What do you call this swing?

I mean, wow!

You're just like Pak Se-ri.

We should take it up a notch, right?

Are you okay?

Yes, I'm okay.

Where did the ball go?

It must've gone really far.

It went super far.

I know, right?

8th Floor, I think one went that way earlier.

Look over there.

-Over there? -Yes.

Over there. Right there!

That's it, right?

That was such a great shot.

Come on. Up you go.

Hold on. My legs.

It's because you haven't moved for so long.

Stretch them out a bit.

Your swing is amazing today.

-Out of this world! -You reckon?

What's wrong, Coco?

Are you okay, Coco?

You're okay, Coco.

It doesn't seem okay though.

-5th Floor, I'm so sleepy. -Are you okay, 3rd Floor?

Get a grip.

My shoulders ache too.

I can't get a grip.

We just have 7th Floor left.

I seriously can't get up.

I might fall asleep.

You can't stay like this.

Get up. Let's go.

Hide!

5th Floor, I can't go any further.

We must go, 3rd Floor.

Just a bit further.

8th Floor, what's wrong?

I think I just saw someone pass by.

What?

Where? I don't see anyone.

-I can't move. -Keep going.

Maybe 5th Floor was out for a second earlier.

Isn't that right?

Look how clever Coco is!

What's wrong, Coco?

-What? Coco. -Coco.

Where are you going, Coco?

Wait, you're almost done.

I'm having a seizure! I'm dying!

Damn that bitch.

8th Floor, wait for me!

Coco, where are you going?

3rd Floor.

3rd Floor, come here. We have to hide.

This way. Gosh.

Come on, over there.

What's wrong, Coco?

Where did you go?

8th Floor.

That fucking dog.

8th Floor!

Oh no!

What's going on here?

8th Floor!

Welcome.

The parking lot is full. Please turn right...

Excuse me!

Excuse me, ma'am. I'm afraid you can't park here.

Sorry, I'm in a hurry. I'll be out in ten minutes.

Ma'am. There are parking spaces on the floor below.

What's up with you? Didn't I say I'd be quick?

I'm a VIP customer. Do you realize how much I spend here?

Wait. You are...

It is you.

-Is this your job? -What is it?

You know her?

Come on, she was in school with us.

The loudmouth who said she'd be a K-pop star. The poor girl.

Let's go. We don't have time.

I mean, in a way, she's dancing. I guess she made it.

She must've debuted in the parking lot!

Did you see? I was shocked.

She was like this.

Stop it! People might see!

Fucking hell.

Shit! I should've done that from the start.

What about your golf session?

Oh, you see,

I scored a hole-in-one.

Sorry?

Why isn't she waking up?

She should be up by now.

I didn't smack her that hard.

I think she's just taking a good nap.

I don't know why we cried.

For some reason, seeing the sunlight brought us to tears.

A true liberation.

6th Floor, our biggest threat, couldn't move due to his back.

8th Floor was tied up with Coco,

and her only weapons, the Taser and the pistol,

were in our hands now.

We were finally...

Sorry, just one thing before we go on.

Remember the deal we made?

Would you mind if I did it now?

What deal?

5th Floor

helped us out with one condition.

Give me a medical scalpel,

some gauze, bandages, styptics,

anesthetics, antibiotics, disinfectants,

and a pair of medical gloves, please.

What?

What is it?

What are you doing?

Ma'am?

Damn it. Wait.

Why are you doing this?

You're who I think you are, right?

-Sorry? -Hello.

-Hey, do you have a pen? -One second.

Could I get an autograph?

-Goodness. -You are him, right?

I was a huge fan. You were the king of stealing bases.

-We're big baseball fans. -Really. Here.

I see. Okay, sure.

Your names?

-It's Oh Seung-jun. -And Cho Min-ah.

What's the mileage on this?

Thank you.

You don't wanna make money?

I know.

-Thank you. -Thank you.

-Sure. -Thank you.

-Thank you. -Bye.

-Fancy running into him here. -Right? He's nice.

Happy?

Sorry?

Are you happy signing autographs?

Come on, boss.

You got kicked off the team for gambling,

and you are happy signing autographs?

Damn it.

"Damn it"?

What, you gonna beat me up too?

Hey, do you realize how many cars you sold this month?

You need to get your act together.

Get your stuff together, all right?

That motherfucker.

What?

Wait, my pants. Why are you...

why are you doing this?

5th Floor's one condition for helping us was...

I'm getting my revenge.

I'm going to make 6th Floor a eunuch.

The anesthetics. I'm not under anesthetic!

I treated him perfectly using antibiotics,

so he shouldn't have trouble moving.

I proposed that we use 8th Floor's money to switch rooms.

However, 1st Floor answered calmly.

I saved up money for this very moment.

I want to do this with my money if nothing else.

Of course. You're so manly, 1st Floor.

So pretty girls are "big sis," and high rollers are "so manly"?

We agreed amicably on all the rooms.

4th Floor went to the 8th floor, and 8th Floor went to the 4th.

And 1st Floor, who had dreamed of this, would become 6th Floor.

Everyone else was happy with where they were.

Of course, I'd like a higher floor too.

But everyone was rational, and we reached an agreement.

With no one to protect us,

we created our own ending of poetic justice.

I'd like to...

change rooms.

I'll change them.

What is this?

Why is there an envelope?

-What? -What is it?

What does it say?

What?

What on earth

does it mean?

What is the meaning of...

-What's wrong? -I mean...

Those sons of bitches.

-What? -What is it?

What? What's the matter?

"As long as the show continues,

you can purchase and own rooms with your prize at any time."

"You can purchase each room

at the prices listed below."

"1st floor, ten billion won."

"2nd floor, 20 billion won. 3rd floor, 30 billion won."

"8th floor, 340 billion won."

What?

We didn't understand at first,

as we thought we could switch to the rooms we wanted.

However, we only purchased the instructions for changing rooms.

And for a ridiculous price at that.

After seeing the prices, everything became so clear.

There were ways to buy and sell.

But in reality, there was nothing we could buy.

In other words,

our fates were sealed from the beginning.

What's going to happen to me now?

Oh no, 1st Floor.

The prize difference following the Fibonacci sequence,

which I had attributed to the hosts showing off,

and the price of each room

was chosen to be the natural order of the show

and the golden ratio in the creator's eyes watching us from above.

All the money I saved up until now...

What do I...

What should we do, 7th Floor?

Come on, 7th Floor.

You always have the answer.

Come on, say something!

You don't seem to know the audience very well, Mr. Yu.

Just as people spend money on delicious cakes such as this...

they spend money for a satisfying experience.

So why do you insist on portraying the real world?

People are sick and tired of their lives.

That message you're trying to get across? They know it already.

We just need to throw them

something fun and entertaining to watch.

But with all due respect, sir,

wouldn't that be an insult to the audience?

Mr. Yu, I took you for a smart man,

but you're totally clueless.

My dear Mr. Yu.

You used to be such a big shot back in the day.

Give me a call

when you want to make something fun,

not stuff like this.

This was incredibly boring to read.

What kind of title is "Downfall"?

I don't know.

I have no idea at all.

I pretended all this time to be a know-it-all.

But I'm fucking clueless.

They're screwing us over.

There's no way to change rooms.

He was assigned a double shift because they didn't want to hire anyone.

What a ridiculous way to save money.

If he doesn't get surgery now, he won't make it.

And he has no insurance.

This is some bullshit. God, those penniless bastards.

Exactly.

He apparently dozed off due to overwork,

but why did he have to crash into my car?

He needs surgery by tomorrow at the latest, right?

I'll do it.

I just need to stand surety, right?

Whether it's money for surgery or a settlement, I'll take care of it.

Tell them to do the surgery.

Let's

end it now.

We can

all chip in and give 1st Floor his money outside.

What do you say?

Right?

There's nothing more we can do here.

Let's get out of here.

No.

Nobody move.

-1st Floor. -Not like this.

I can't end the show like this.

Don't you agree?

This is wrong.

1st Floor.

Stay where you are.

Nobody moves!

3rd Floor.

Tie 2nd Floor up.

Use the tape.

Hurry up.

7th Floor, tie 4th Floor up.

Do it right now!

This place is so much fun.

I love it.

Did you see how much time we just earned?

Isn't this just amazing?

What the heck?

-She's here again. -That attention seeker.

Who?

A washed-up performance artist.

Since no one was hiring her anymore,

she held her own shows and accrued hundreds of millions in debt.

Now that she's broke, she performs here without permission.

Call the police. She's making a racket.

We should all stay here longer! Come on!

Let's stay here!

We were like an audience waiting for a performance.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Thank you for your patience.

I now present to you a performance

you've never seen before.

Oh, 1st Floor.

-1st Floor! -1st Floor!

Be careful!

1st Floor!

1st Floor, watch out!

-1st Floor. -Oh dear!

1st Floor, just come down!

-Are you okay? -You crazy bastard!

It's too dangerous.

-Come down! -Please come down!

What's gotten into him?

-I told you to come down! -1st Floor, please come down!

Is he doing this to get more time?

-Go for it, 1st Floor! -Oh dear!

What do we do?

-1st Floor! -Be careful!

1st Floor!

-Oh no, 1st Floor! -What do we do?

Hold on tight!

1st Floor!

Hold on tight!

What do we do?

What do we do?

-Hold on. -1st Floor, hold on tight!

Be careful!

Oh my God!

The fire...

Oh no!

1st Floor.

1st Floor! Hang in there.

He can't stay here.

He needs to go to the hospital.

Can you breathe?

Open the door, you bastards!

He's going to die!

Give me anything. Right now.

I'll buy whatever you have, so end this show!

Just give me anything.

Whatever's the most expensive.

Diamonds, gold bars,

anything to use up all this time! Fuck!

Right now!

1,440 hours?

Fucking hell.

-Stop now! -Open your eyes.

Fuck!

Why is it going up?

Because it's so touching.

Look at all of you desperately trying to save him.

How can you not be touched?

That's why I said that...

at this rate,

we may never be able to leave this place.

1st Floor, open your eyes.

1st Floor, wake up!

You can't give up!

Just stop it, please!

What more do you want to see, you bastards?

What more?

1st Floor.

Just hang in there.

Don't let them see.

1st Floor, please breathe.

1st Floor, open your eyes.

3rd Floor.

Hurry, 3rd Floor!

Hey, stop that!

Come on, hurry!

Fuck. The stairs.

Yes, he got them all.

-1st Floor! We're almost done. -1st Floor.

-Just a little longer. -1st Floor!

I don't want to leave!

You can't see us now.

What will you do?

What more can you fuckers do?

It won't open.

Motherfuckers.

It was only when we showed them nothing

that they finally set the time to zero.

-1st Floor! -1st Floor!

-It's open! -1st Floor, come on!

1st Floor.

I...

wanted to rise higher.

I've spent my whole life at the bottom.

1st Floor.

A nobody like me

shouldn't have been greedy.

Stay awake, all right?

1st Floor.

I apologize...

to my daughter.

I'm so sorry, everyone.

I'm so sorry.

1st Floor.

The ending is too mawkish...

but this isn't all that bad.

Hey, you fucking sons of bitches!

"Congratulations."

"The prize money will be wired to your bank account."

About two and a half months had passed

while eight people disappeared from society.

In there, we saw all kinds of criminal activities and horrific events

that a normal person would never believe

even if they heard them,

but naturally, the world remains oblivious that they ever took place.

At first, the shock of witnessing 1st Floor's death,

the infinite money,

and the ephemeral time utterly destroyed me.

I struggled to get back to life.

Also, after going through psychological torture,

my body demanded I sleep all day.

I just slept day in and day out.

I had the same dream over and over.

I dreamed of it so many times

that I wasn't sure if I had really been to such a place,

if I had really met those people,

or if any of it had even happened.

Even though it seems unbelievable...

if those events hadn't been real,

I wouldn't see this ridiculous sum of money

sitting in my account.

The identity of the host,

who was thorough and deducted half of my prize for shooting the cameras,

the cruel people on the upper floors,

and 1st Floor's death

started fading from memory.

However, we shouldn't forget.

We mustn't forget.

Even if everything else was forgotten, we had to remember one thing.

To do this, I had to gather the participants.

Though I did not know their names, ages, jobs, or anything else,

I still had to find them.

And there was only one way to do that.

It was time I used up this abundant surplus of money I had.

YOU'RE INVITED TO THE FUNERAL OF 1ST FLOOR

We had to hold a funeral for 1st Floor somehow.

We must remember him.

SEPTEMBER 21, 2024 SEONGSAN HOSPITAL FUNERAL HALL, HALL ONE

2ND FLOOR

Am I the only one here?

No.

Here, have some more.

I found

1st Floor's family.

My goodness.

How?

I was looking into it to hold his funeral,

and there weren't many circus troupes in Korea.

So...

it didn't take long.

I see.

But they thought

that 1st Floor was working overseas.

What do you mean?

I met 1st Floor's wife.

She said her husband's colleague came to see her.

He said he came back to Korea first

and that he visited her at the request of 1st Floor.

And

he gave her a bankbook

with enough money for a lifetime.

Who could it be?

She said it was a man in his thirties.

Apparently, he spoke formally, was wearing glasses,

and had his hair

pulled back all neat like this.

It must be 7th Floor.

Right.

I was the one who promised to give him the money.

I couldn't find them.

I knew it.

I did mention before that you weren't so smart.

Excuse me.

This is 1st Floor's funeral, right?

And the chief mourner is 3rd Floor?

Yes.

There's a wreath delivery.

It's from... What was the name again?

MY DEEPEST CONDOLENCES 6TH FLOOR

6th Floor?

Yeah.

Judging by the flowers,

he must be doing well.

I thought it would be from 7th Floor.

I guess it's only us on the lower floors here, then.

Come on. He might not have seen the ad.

He would've come if he knew.

He even went to see 1st Floor's family.

Oh, right. Here.

Have you seen this?

Look at this.

8th Floor.

"This is not art."

PERFORMANCE ARTIST SONG SERA DESTROYS ART GALLERY WITH AN EXCAVATOR

8th Floor was an artist?

To be exact, a performance artist.

8th Floor had hired an excavator at night and destroyed an art gallery.

She then left the title on a sign.

THIS IS NOT ART

She had to spend all her money to compensate for the damages

done to the gallery and works, and she was arrested.

I knew she'd end up like this.

Still, going to prison and all...

Like that, we went our separate ways.

We did not ask anything about each other.

Not even where we lived or how our lives were.

We simply encouraged each other.

1st Floor.

Would it make any difference even if we tried hard to live a good life?

This damn world.

CHEER UP, DON'T LOSE HOPE WE'LL KEEP MARCHING AHEAD!

So the story ends like this at the funeral.

You finally came to your senses, Mr. Yu.

I knew you'd be able to come up with something good.

This is one hell of a story!

Hey, but you didn't show much

about the higher-floor people in the ending.

I'm more curious about them.

Well, I'm still contemplating it.

The viewers won't want the higher-floor people to turn out well.

They'll feel more at ease that way.

Yeah. Well, I guess so.

But we're living great lives, aren't we?

Sorry?

To tell you the truth, I was in this show too.

I almost had a heart attack reading this.

How else do you think I have so much money?

No, don't tell me this is real.

You participated in this show?

Well,

of course not.

It's all fiction.

-A made-up story. -All right.

You have my full support, so let's make a masterpiece.

Yes, of course.

Who knows? There might even be a season 2.

Right.