♪ Ooh, can you hear me clearly? ♪
♪ Oh, you will never trust in me ♪
♪ Lights, camera, action ♪
♪ I can't leave it to Lady Luck We'll take it all the way ♪
♪ We'll disappear ♪
♪ There's no turning back ♪
[song ends]
[upbeat rock music playing]
[chuckles softly] What did I say, guys?
I told you that even Mr. Famous himself would fall for it.
Now, we gotta get started working on the other artists.
Okay. Let's go wet our whistles.
-[laughs] -Why are you talking like an old man?
-What the... -[siren blaring]
[Yong-bok] If the beginning's good, then the ending usually sucks.
What?
[suspenseful music playing]
-Oh? What are they-- -No.
Oh my God.
-Over there. Mr. Famous! Come. -Oh God.
-Come, guys. Mr. Famous, let's run. -Mr. Famous is here?
[suspenseful music continues]
[whispers] This way.
[car starting]
Get down, James!
-He already left. -He left?
He's gone?
-Mr. Kim... -What happened?
-Well, we almost got caught. -[cell phone vibrating]
-He didn't see us, right? -No.
Yeah, I don't think so.
Oh my God.
Fuck, he saw us!
He must have! He's calling me.
-What the hell? -[James] Calm down. Calm down.
-We need more details. Okay? -Huh?
-Third-generation chaebol. -Third-generation chaebol.
-I'm a third-gen chaebol. I'm superior.
-I'm superior! -[James] Answer it.
Hello, Mr. Choi. This is Mr. Famous.
Why are you calling?
-Is that too much? -No. No.
-I wasn't rude? Did I sound okay? -You sounded all right.
[Gu-ho groans]
[Mr. Famous] If you're available tomorrow, can I come see you at your place?
-No, no. We have no time. -What am I telling him?
-No. Wait, stop... -What? Oh fuck...
-No! -[groaning] Shit!
[calmly] Uh, well...
There's a place I often go. I'll meet you there.
Okay. Send me the address and I'll meet you there.
[James] That wasn't our house! Damn it! Okay. What now?
Oh, what's he planning?
There might...
Yeah, right.
Does he know?
[opening theme music playing]
EPISODE 4
[sighs]
[clears throat]
[knocking on door]
Mr. Famous.
Kim Yong-bok?
Heard that name?
[captivating music playing]
Kim Yeon-bok.
Kim Yeon-bok...
Yeon-bok is the name of a Chinese chef...
[Mr. Famous clicks tongue]
Kim Yong-bok. Do you know him?
Not sure I know who this... Kim Yong-bok is.
[inhales deeply]
[exhales deeply]
[suspenseful music playing]
My apologies for not... telling you earlier.
Oh, why are you apologizing?
I'm sure it made you quite uneasy,
but I needed to report your painting.
I needed to verify something first,
so I apologize once again for not informing you beforehand.
[suspenseful music ends]
Honestly,
I do feel a little uneasy.
Oh, this doesn't get you involved with the authorities
or put you in any kind of trouble.
What a relief.
So...
how did you know it was a forgery?
Oh. [chuckles softly] Actually, it's pretty simple.
Just like everyone has their own unique handwriting,
well, all painters have a unique brushstroke.
Even the art forgers have a particular habit they can't hide.
[slams table] Never underestimate experience.
I'm aware of all the best art forgers as well as art conservators in Korea.
Just super connected.
Any ordinary appraiser would've fallen for it, got it?
However, I'm Mr. Famous.
And nobody can get the best of me.
What did you think we appraisers do, huh?
Being an appraiser is not an easy job.
But I will begin a new era.
An appraiser doesn't just judge a painting, they judge your whole--
[sighs in frustration] I'm so tired.
The guy just kept on talking.
Oh my... gosh.
How are we to know he had info on the art conservators?
Mr. Famous, current director of Gallery Fame and seasoned art critic,
is drawing attention after revealing
that a recently sold Elcasso painting was a forgery.
Because of this, several past forgeries he identified
are now under renewed scrutiny.
This stunt will only give Mr. Famous more influence.
Which means he'll gain even more trust with his clients.
We totally underestimated this guy.
We really should've planned this better.
That's one way to put it.
Yeah, I guess...
He needed to build up his reputation
in order to get involved with serious deep pockets.
before the night of the big event.
-And we all fell for it. -[sighs]
Wait, by big event, you mean, like...
this one?
[sighs softly]
[James] A charity auction gala event.
He called you over just to give you this?
Yeah. He did say...
You should swim in the big water now. Let me invite you to something.
-Big water. -[Gu-ho] Oh yeah?
Big water.
Join us.
"You should swim in the big water.
Big water Join us now."
That's all he kept saying.
Yi-rang, are you listening?
Stop talking, dude
I'm gonna get some rest. Don't wake me.
[sighs softly]
-She must be so shocked. -That's right.
[clicks tongue]
We should give her space, right?
-She needs that right now. -Okay.
[doorbell rings]
Yay! The tasty fried chicken is here!
[excitedly] Oh my goodness, it's so tasty!
It's so delicious I could just die,
but you two wouldn't even notice 'cause it's so damn good!
It's sweet and salty, juicy on the inside but crispy on the outside!
This time I ordered the special garlic sauce,
which will help boost your immune system.
We'll sleep when we're dead, guys.
And since drinking kills the liver, we might as well enjoy it.
-Cheers! -Cheers!
[James] Cheers!
-Ah. -[moans]
Oh, by the way, Yi-rang...
Do you have our next plan?
Of course, Yi-rang would never give up like this.
Obviously.
-Right, I'm sure this one's even worse. -[James] Of course.
[chuckles softly] We'll just find Mr. Famous's famous list.
His what now?
A list of the artworks and their political benefactors
that ties them all to the slush funds... Bang!
Ah...
And how do we find that?
[Yi-rang chuckles softly]
[stirring music playing]
This leads us to our answer.
[Gu-ho exclaims]
Neither Mr. Famous's house nor his gallery had anywhere to hide his weaknesses.
If those are his public spaces, then this is his private one.
And it just so happens
that this is where many of his illegal activities take place.
[James] Mmm.
It must be around here somewhere.
[music intensifies]
[Yi-rang] Operation begins. Are you all ready?
[James] Okay.
[Gu-ho] I'm ready, boss.
Let's do this, Olivia.
[captivating music playing]
[Gu-ho] Ah, just you wait, Mr. Famous.
Does this van belong to the artist?
Yes, it does. Is there something wrong?
Uh... can I talk to the singer? It can't be you.
Oh. Yeah, I ain't the singer.
Sir, I think you gotta show this guy your face.
Oh, but you're so handsome.
[exclaims]
I almost didn't recognize you without your wig.
Nice to meet you, sir. Big fan.
Don't you watch television?
[James laughs]
The director asked me to make sure I showed you guys around.
[guests chattering indistinctly]
Mr. Choi. Oh, thank you for coming.
[Gu-ho] My pleasure.
And may I ask who this is?
This is Wonderby Asia's head buyer, Olivia Kim.
Oh... Yeah.
I've heard much about you.
I'm Choi Seung-chan from LHC.
[seductively] Pleasure to make your acquaintance.
Mmm. It's truly my pleasure.
I never imagined I'd meet a woman as beautiful as you in a place like this.
-[chuckles] -[chuckles softly]
[Yi-rang chuckles nervously]
-I will take that as a compliment. -Hmm.
Well, there's someone you should meet. Come this way.
-What's with the voice? -And your corny speech?
What?
[air hissing]
[hissing stops]
[captivating music playing]
You must be tired. Get some rest.
I'll handle the performance my way. [chuckles softly]
I got the invitation letter. I'm going in.
Okay, James.
[Mr. Famous clears throat] Ladies and gentlemen.
Let us now commence our special auction.
The first painting is donated by Mrs. Na Mi-hee,
the wife of the leader of the Jinpureun Party.
Ma'am?
[captivating music playing]
[guests murmuring]
There's nothing special about it. Why is everyone so impressed?
[Mr. Famous] It's a fascinating piece.
We'll start with seven million.
Seven.
Eight.
Nine.
Ten.
How far is it going up?
Hey, Yi-rang.
-Do I also need to bid? -Don't do anything stupid.
Moving forward, the bid rises from millions to tens of millions.
Twenty.
-I'm bidding. -Thirty.
[music intensifies]
-What is he doing? -Forty.
Fifty.
Eighty.
One hundred!
Moving forward, we'll be raising the bid price by 50 million.
One-fifty.
Two. Two hundred!
Three hundred!
Three-fifty!
Four!
Four-fifty?
Five.
Anyone for 500?
[Yi-rang scoffs] Suit yourself.
[Mr. Famous] Anyone else?
It seems...
Five hundred.
Five!
[inhales deeply, coughs nervously]
[muffled] Thank God.
-Sold for 500! -[gavel bangs]
[applause]
[Mr. Famous] Congratulations.
-Please see my manager for instructions. -Hey, Yi-rang, why...
is she leaving with him?
It's the perfect opportunity to bribe on behalf of a certain charity auction.
So, basically, if you spend a lot of money,
your favor will be granted.
Is that how it works?
That's right.
My goodness. This is just perfect, damn it.
[enthralling music playing]
[Mr. Famous] Now, the last item.
Donated by the chairman of Hundred Victories Group.
His wife is joining us tonight.
Now then, time for the last piece.
[dramatic music playing]
Intangible cultural heritage number two.
The dance of Byeolsandae Nori.
The mask of Maltugi.
Maltu what?
It was created in the late Joseon Dynasty.
Pristine condition.
One hundred million.
-Huh? -[Mr. Famous] One hundred!
Two.
-Gosh, are people buying this shit? -Five!
Eight!
One billion.
One point five.
Two billion.
Two point five.
[dramatic music intensifies]
[chuckles softly]
Three billion.
[whispers] Hey. Hey!
You're really trying to pull the same stunt?
[Mr. Famous] Anyone for three?
Three billion.
Three point five.
Three point five?
Three point five.
Item sold.
Thank goodness.
[Mr. Famous] Congratulations.
We've prepared an after-party.
-I hope you've enjoyed your evening. -Three billion, Jesus...
He could make billions in commission practically overnight.
Wow.
[thrilling music playing]
[shushes]
[Yi-rang chuckles]
Come.
-[door closes] -[scanner beeping]
Okay. I got his fingerprint.
[digital beeping]
I got the password! Password secured.
Okay.
Behind the frame, next to the desk. [clears throat]
Oh, shit.
MAINTENANCE ROOM
Hey. Why are you just standing there?
Oh... [chuckles] A little something to cheer you guys up.
-[chuckling] Get in, get in. -Sure.
-[guard 1 sighs] -[guard 2 grunts]
-Oh, the director... -[guard 1] Yeah.
He told me to get you nonalcoholic drinks.
[guard 1] Nonalcoholic?
Thank you, this is very nice! [giggles]
[guard 2 sighs]
[keyboard clacking]
[sighs]
The security room is down.
[moans]
Oh, what's wrong? Wait, wait.
What's wrong, Olivia?
[Yi-rang moans]
-Hmm? -[Yi-rang moans]
-[Mr. Famous] Huh? -Are you...
Why are you doing that stuff right now? Come on.
[seductively] Do you...
want to go outside for some fresh air?
[breath hitches] Shall we?
Come with me.
-[Yi-rang groans] -Oh.
-Oh... I'm lightheaded. -Oh. Oh no.
-Come, this way. -Oh.
Careful.
[panting]
[beeps]
-[audience cheering] -[upbeat music playing]
♪ I need somebody to stop me now ♪
♪ I need a little bit of tequila ♪
♪ It's like a déjà vu Déjà vu, déjà vu, vu ♪
♪ It's not strange to me ♪
[guest] Woo!
♪ Is there something to lean on That could help me live? ♪
♪ Everyone's here to dance with me ♪
♪ It's like a déjà vu Déjà vu, déjà vu, vu ♪
♪ Dancing to the rhythm ♪
[guests cheering]
[music increases in tempo]
[all cheering]
[both laughing]
Oh, that's nonsense. So embarrassing.
[suspenseful music playing]
-[chuckles nervously, kisses] -[grunts]
Uh... Oh, I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself.
[gasps] I should have held back.
Olivia.
[gulps]
Don't push it away.
Or you'll get cancer.
[Yi-rang exclaims]
-[horn honking] -[gasps]
Huh?
[Yi-rang gasps]
[muffled gasp]
-[stuttering] -Is someone...
[chuckles nervously]
Security!
-Someone's in my office! Move it! -Yes, sir!
Jesus...
[breathing heavily]
[sighs]
[groans softly] I found it.
I got it.
[chuckles nervously]
[giggles]
-[breathing heavily] -[giggles]
[stuttering] Was I too forward?
Olivia.
[suspenseful music continues]
It's dangerous.
Stay here, where it's safe.
I'll be right back.
[chuckles softly] Yeah.
[sighs in relief]
How are you doing?
-Get out of there now! -Not yet, guys.
Just wait.
James, buy me more time.
-[upbeat music playing] -What?
-[people cheering] -Say what?
What? Stop them?
Where? Where?
Got it.
-To the right side! -[all cheering]
Jump!
-Over there! Over there! Over there! -Excuse me!
-Jump! Jump! Jump! -Move!
[people whooping]
Jump!
[panting]
[groans]
Aw shit!
[James singing] ♪ I need a little bit Of something to stop me now ♪
♪ I need a little bit of this And some tequila ♪
[muffled] ♪ It's like a déjà vu Déjà vu, déjà vu, vu ♪
[groans nervously]
[tense music playing]
[grunts nervously]
-Check the engineer's area. -Yes, sir.
[guard sighs]
What the hell?
[guard 1] Damn it.
What? What happened here?
I think it's all been deleted.
-Check that as well. -[guard 2] Okay.
[tense music continues]
Hey, who are you?
-[guard grunts] -[Gu-ho grunts]
[grunts]
[guard 1 groans]
-Whoa! -Oh.
[grunts]
[coughs]
[muffled groaning]
Oh. Ow.
[guard 2 coughs]
[both grunting]
Woo!
[pants]
[exhales deeply]
[sniffles, sighs]
[clears throat]
[music ends]
[upbeat music playing]
-[music ends] -[all cheering]
[Gu-ho exclaims]
-Woo! -[all whooping]
What... What's with the noise?
Hey! What's going on?
-[all cheering] -Still partying.
-[door closes] -[mysterious music playing]
[sighs]
God damn it.
[pants]
[panting]
Should I alert the police?
You wanna tell everyone they robbed us? Huh?
And my reputation with the VIPs, will you fix it? Asshole!
Apologies, sir.
[tires screech]
What's that?
[dramatic music playing]
That car, stop it. Stop that car.
Quickly!
[guard] Stop the car!
-Thank you for coming. -Thanks. Good night.
Get home safely. Bye.
-Hmm? -Here.
-Are you sure you're okay? -[laughs] Nothing happened, I'm fine.
Glad to hear that.
-[chuckles softly] -[clears throat] Mr. Famous. Thanks.
-[Mr. Famous] Oh, thank you. -Good night.
-Bye. -Bye.
[suspenseful music playing]
[tires screech]
Let's go!
[groaning]
-Do you want me to turn the heat on? -Mmm-hmm, to level four.
[both groaning]
-That's not the heat control. -I thought it was.
-It's on, boss. -It's warm.
[Yi-rang] Know what, guys? Please help. My feet are killing me.
[James groans]
-Seriously. -I'm drained.
-You could've taken your shoes off... -[sneezes]
I think I got a cold from Mr. Famous.
-I'll check the flash drive. -God.
-Oh... -[James] Okay, get some rest.
[both groan]
Oh my God.
-[sighs] Good. -[laptop beeping]
Okay.
Gosh, I'm thirsty. Do you guys want a drink?
Mmm.
-Chamomile would be nice. -[James] No, just drink water.
Shit, that was really close.
Let's see what's in it.
Oh. Good job.
FAME WORK TRADE LOG
-Oh good. Gosh. My goodness. Oh. -[James] I need to catch my breath.
[suspenseful music playing]
[Gu-ho] That's what I'm talking about.
[Gu-ho moans]
-Wow, this is a huge list. -[James] Really?
[mysterious music playing]
Let's find out who the VIPs doing business with Mr. Famous are.
Right.
[Yi-rang] This isn't a trade log, though.
[James] "M27CH-1." What the hell's that?
M and F.
So male, female.
Male. Male 27.
What?
[music intensifies]
What the...
[woman panting]
[breath trembling]
[whimpers]
[tense music playing]
[Yi-rang] Wow.
This guy's an even bigger piece of trash than we thought.
What kind of weird, fucked up kind of situation is this?
Some of the greatest works...
have been created by me.
Believe it or not.
So he's locking up innocent, upcoming painters
and forcing them to make forgeries.
Wait.
Kim Bo-ra.
Twenty-three.
Kim...
Bo-ra.
[tense music continues]
Hey. Mmm...
-Oh boy... -No more!
[inhales deeply, clears throat]
[music ends]
[tense music playing]
Bo-ra.
[mellow music playing]
You feeling better?
[sighs] Okay...
Hey, your mother is worried because you've not been eating.
At least pretend to eat for your mother, okay?
Huh?
Do you want to go back inside?
It's cold.
I'll go up first and talk to your mother. Take your time.
Gu-ho.
Mr. Famous...
said he'd take a look at my paintings,
so I went to see him.
[dramatic music playing]
-You're here. -[gasps]
It's me. Mmm.
You got better
since the last time.
You mean it? [chuckles softly]
[chuckles] You get better every day.
[Mr. Famous clears throat]
Bo-ra.
Yes?
Would you like to work...
as an intern artist at my company?
-Intern... For you? -Mmm.
After the internship, I would like to open an...
exhibition dedicated to young upcoming artists.
An exhibition?
Yeah, an exhibition.
And I think you could really be a part of it.
You're cute.
[Bo-ra] An exhibition at the Fame Gallery.
In hindsight, it was the perfect bait for vulnerable students like me.
I had to endure it all.
I thought that was the only way I'd ever get to open my own exhibition
and become a real artist.
But then...
[gripping music playing]
-[banging on door] -[man 1] Hey, you bastard!
I did everything you said! Wasn't that enough for you?
The exhibition.
You said you'd open it for me.
This really is the last time.
[woman 1] My hand is...
not listening to me. [sobs]
[whimpering]
I really need to go home.
[woman 1 wailing]
[man 2] Professor, I finished it!
[indistinct shouting]
[man 2] Let me go, I beg you...
-[Bo-ra] Everyone started going insane. -[man 3] Let me get out of here!
And my body couldn't take it anymore.
In that short period of time...
[music intensifies]
[gasps]
[breathing heavily]
I kept telling myself
again and again
I had to stay awake,
but it was no use.
[sighs]
The supportive Mr. Famous that had offered me a chance
didn't exist anymore.
Hey, watch it.
-[gasps] -[paint brush clatters]
[Mr. Famous] They told me about minor mistakes.
I guess it was your fault.
No, Mr. Famous.
I can finish this painting if I can rest a little--
Sleep isn't the issue
but, rather, your skills.
Huh?
I thought you said I was doing really well...
You know why I'm doing all this.
-The exhibition... -What?
What exhibition?
[scoffs] Hey.
Now that you're working here,
you think you've become a real artist, huh?
Despite your pathetic skills, right, Bo-Ra?
You think anyone can hold an exhibition?
[breath trembling]
All that fucking effort
but zero talent.
But you told me that I had the right skills and the talent.
That's not bad.
"You got much better
since the last time."
Do any of those words imply talent?
[breath trembling] I'll do better.
I swear I can be good. Please.
Give me one more chance, I'm begging you!
[Mr. Famous] Stop that shit!
Please, one more chance. I'll show you. [yelps]
Show me what, huh?
[Bo-ra whimpers]
You get it together.
Stop ruining my paintings.
[Bo-ra whimpers]
[Mr. Famous grunts]
-[breathing heavily] -Oh...
don't do anything stupid.
We caught you on camera getting high.
If you want to call the police, go ahead and do it.
If you want to be arrested,
your mom will be happy to know her daughter's a junkie.
[dramatic music playing]
[intense music playing]
[breathing heavily]
[Mr. Famous] What?
What exhibition?
Hey, now that you're working here,
you think you've become a real artist, huh?
Despite your pathetic skills, right, Bo-Ra?
You think anyone can hold an exhibition?
All that fucking effort
but zero talent.
-[gasps] -[tires screech]
[car honking]
-[Mr. Famous] Hey, Kim Bo-ra. -[gasps]
Kim Bo-ra!
No. No.
-I can't! No-- -[car honking]
-[yelps] -[tires screech]
[whimpering]
[car door opens]
[footsteps approaching]
[car driver] Hey, are you okay?
[solemn music playing]
[inhales deeply]
Hey, Bo-ra. I'll tell you what. Hmm?
[breathes shakily]
[sobbing]
Fucking Mr. Famous is an evil asshole.
And so? How's Purple doing?
Well, she's just spaced out and in her head all day, you know?
Hmm. Must be tough.
She's hurt by the work that she loves to do.
That asshole exploiting the passion of innocents for his own profit...
Shit, I'm going to crush him, I swear it.
Woo! Bo-ra's mom's delicious three-side-dish combo?
It smells really great!
Well, can't you at least ask how Bo-ra's doing, like James did?
James already asked.
Ooh, what's this? I've never seen this before.
Is this kimchi?
[Gu-ho] Oh, that's fermented flounder.
Bo-ra's mother's family is from the Hamgyong Province,
and it's a typical dish.
-It's actually pretty good. -Mmm.
-Mmm! -[Yi-rang] Mmm.
It's pretty delicious!
[Gu-ho] Right?
What did you just say?
-I didn't say anything. -He didn't say anything.
[gasps excitedly]
[exclaiming]
[chuckles]
I got an idea.
They don't match the interior design of the villa I'm moving to.
Still, there's more artwork than I expected.
Let me take a closer look.
[gripping music playing]
Did your daughter draw this one?
Just kidding. [chuckles]
Motherfu--
You should get rid of all of them.
They don't suit you whatsoever.
You can't say yes to everything.
These here are all cracked and broken.
Maybe your goal is to try and pour water into a bottomless jar.
Mr. Choi, what is this...
Mmm.
[Gu-ho] That there is from the year 1933.
"The Sight of the Sea."
The name of the painter is Cheon Myeong-shin.
[inhales sharply]
That name sounds very familiar.
It's beautiful.
It's so beautiful that it's making me cry.
[scoffs softly]
What year did you say it was painted?
Mmm...
It's from 1933.
1933.
I'll be damned, yeah.
[whispers] Thirty-three...
1933.
The next artwork has an interesting story.
It could be
that this is in fact a very valuable piece.
The piece number 23.
"The Sight of the Sea"
by Cheon Myeong-shin.
[intriguing music playing]
It's dated to 1933. Oil painting.
Sixty-one by fifty centimeters.
The interesting aspect is the period when it was drawn.
As I said, 1933, known as the Japanese colonial period.
Unlike other countries that gradually adopted various painting styles
from all over Europe,
Korea saw these styles flood in all at once,
making it difficult for each one to fully develop at the time.
However,
there is always one genius in every era.
During this time,
one unknown painter we weren't aware of
used strong brushstrokes and vivid colors,
Fauvism and Cubism,
as if van Gogh and Cezanne had had a baby,
giving this artist a unique fineness.
In my opinion,
it was a real breath of fresh air for me.
Now, the decision is up to you.
The bid price
will commence at 15 million won.
[gripping music playing]
Fifteen.
Sixteen.
Seventeen.
Eighteen.
Nineteen.
Twenty.
The bid price will go up by ten million.
Thirty.
-For-- -One hundred.
[all murmuring]
We have 100.
Going once.
Going twice.
-[gavel bangs] -And sold.
In all honesty,
I never expected you to say 100 million at once.
Let's call it an investment.
Do you think there's only one, or are there any other paintings?
[chuckles]
The seller probably had something else in mind
when they brought you this painting for auction.
[clicks tongue, inhales sharply]
I keep thinking that we...
we could...
actually be the best of partners if we kept working together.
Partners.
[both laughing]
What are you talking about?
-[giggles] -[grunts]
Aww.
Oh?
[both giggling]
KOREAN ART'S HIDDEN GEM FOUND
BY DIRECTOR OF FAME GALLERY AND ART CRITIC, MR. FAMOUS
[gripping music playing]
[Yi-rang] Let's call it an investment.
Do you think there's only one, or are there any other paintings?
[chuckles softly]
If Wonderby acquires
all the pieces that Cheon Myeong-shin ever created, the profits will be...
[chuckles softly] The profits will be enormous.
[snaps fingers, chuckles]
Secretary Kim.
Get me all the works by Cheon Myeong-shin, please.
Now that I have thrown out the bait,
there should be a bite any moment now.
Sir.
I got a call that someone has a similar painting.
Really?
[suspenseful music playing]
[gulps]
[Mr. Ray-bang] When I got the call,
I searched thoroughly, like I was combing through every strand for lice.
So?
Is that what you're looking for?
[Mr. Famous] Sensual texture.
Dizzying colors.
-This... -[chuckles]
was definitely painted by Cheon Myeong-shin.
Sir, let me take this painting over.
I'll pay you triple.
Do you have any information on this painting?
Well, I thought I saw writing on the back.
Oh, there it is.
CHEON JONG-YEOP, EUNGSAN-EUP, PAEJU-SI
[chuckles softly]
CHEON JONG-YEOP
Excuse me?
Mr. Cheon Jong-yeop? Are you inside?
I came down from Seoul.
-Who are you? -[gasps]
[gasping]
Were you snooping around to see if there's something to steal?
Mr. Cheon Jong-yeop?
[yelps, grunts]
Thanks.
Welcome drink.
Oh, yes.
Every guest who comes into my home has to drink one, no exceptions.
It's the one rule I have. It's a rite of passage.
[chuckles softly]
I selected only the very best of herbs and... [slurps]
used this pot to boil 'em.
[chuckles] It's great for there.
There?
I mean, down there.
Do I have to say it? Shit. [clicks tongue]
-Down there. -Oh.
[stutters] Down-- Down there. [laughs]
[laughing] Oh, I see. Down there. Yeah.
Drink.
[slurps, gulps]
-[spits] -Shit.
-Don't be messy. -[coughs]
Oh, it stinks. [coughing]
Drink!
Look.
-It's a rite of passage. -Okay.
You passed.
[breathing heavily] By chance,
do you happen to know Cheon Myeong-shin?
Oh, let me think. Let me see.
Myeong-shin, Myeong-shin. Cheon Myeong-shin. That sounds familiar--
Yes!
Yeah, yeah?
Huh?
Why are you looking for my aunt?
Are there any... any of her paintings here? Well...
Oh my, how did you know that she was a dauber, huh?
[chuckles nervously]
-Yeah, here it is. -Yes.
Oh.
She must've been born in 1919.
Sir, by chance,
can I see her paintings today?
[mysterious music playing]
She was born very frail, during difficult times.
Came close to death more than once.
But I guess she painted a lot.
Seems she even won awards in primary school.
[James] Still though, what's the point?
She was born into a poor family and was never in good health.
[woman panting]
At the time, canvases and paint were quite expensive compared to today.
[woman coughing]
To prepare painting materials, she delivered milk
when she wasn't even well,
and she even did everyone's laundry for hours on end
till her hands were all swollen.
That year, when the snow was coming down hard,
she went out to deliver milk and never came back.
We never found her. That's it. End of story.
Aunt, you have a visitor.
Are these...
Are these all of her paintings?
An unnecessary amount, huh?
Like, how did she paint such a large number in such a short time?
Oh, she almost had bloody stool.
What?
-[gripping music playing] -[gasps]
I mean...
She kept painting without eating properly. What do you think her condition was like?
Bloody stools are the result.
-Oh, right. -Would she or would she not?
She would've. Yeah.
[inhales heavily, sighs in relief]
Sir,
I will personally...
purchase all of these paintings.
Oh, goodness.
Why in the world would you do that?
How's 100 million?
What do you say to that?
[amusing music playing]
Oh, wow, okay. [chuckles]
I don't need your jokes. Do you think I'm an idiot?
Then what if I double that?
Two hundred! Two hundred. Two!
[laughs heartily]
Forget it. I'll trade them for taffies later.
Then ten million each.
That's 300, 300.
Three hundred.
Oh God. Is this really happening right now?
Then I'll... I'll be right back!
[door creaks open]
Huh?
[upbeat rock music playing]
How about three billion won, sir?
Three billion?
-[mutters excitedly] -Olivia.
What are you doing here?
[chuckles softly] You left in a rush, so I tailed you.
Are these all Cheon Myeong-shin's paintings?
Lady, did you just say three billion?
Yes, three billion.
Even three billion isn't much for beautiful paintings like these.
Sir. Hold on, sir.
You don't need company approval for that amount?
I know it's Wonderby, but aren't there guidelines?
That won't be a problem.
[upbeat rock music playing]
Uh... Mr. Choi?
What? But...
You told me to go ahead and swim in the big water.
So I decided to make an investment.
-Hello, sir. -Who is this man here?
Late-learned vices really are the worst. Just look at you two.
-Shit. -Hold on!
You actually said three billion won?
Three and a half billion.
-Won. -Three point five billion!
-[choking] -Sir, please calm down.
And listen to me.
This person is just a buyer from abroad.
She'll be sending all these precious works to another country. Huh?
-Sir. -[James] Huh?
To this man, paintings are just money.
Only offered 100 million for all of this.
-That's so shameless. -Earlier, you had said...
Fuck!
Olivia, you're approaching this whole thing incorrectly.
You're a buyer, not an appraiser.
Turning an amateur painter from the countryside into van Gogh?
Only...
Only Mr. Famous can do that.
Understand?
Oh, if you're that good, why don't you go be van Gogh yourself?
[chuckles softly] Oh, sir.
Let me settle this for you.
I will buy every single one of...
Cheon Myeong-shin's works,
and I'll pay you four billion.
Four billion! [gasping]
Four point five!
Four point five.
Five billion!
-[James] Five billion! -Five...
For goodness' sake!
[groans]
-Oh no. -[James groans]
That's a damn shame.
-Shit. Mmm. -Oh...
Yes, five billion.
[grunting softly]
Sold.
[gripping music playing]
In today's auction,
we'll feature the works of a little-known painter
who had not been discovered until recent days.
This marks the birth of a new star in Korean art.
Cheon Myeong-shin during the Japanese colonial era
was a passionate and talented artist,
who fearlessly battled her illness and poured her soul into painting.
In this masterpiece,
her bold strokes and powerful but delicate lines
capture her aching desire to live.
Such dedication and passion.
That's me up there.
[dramatic music playing]
[guests gasping]
-[buyer] Oh... what? -[guest gasps] What's happening?
-[all murmuring] -[camera shutters clicking]
[all gasping]
[dramatic music playing]
Uh...
Please, everyone, remain silent. Thank you.
I'm Cheon Myeong-shin.
I'm not a genius painter who died young.
I'm a small business owner who runs a little shop at the beach.
I was born in '64, the Year of the Dragon.
[all murmuring]
I am the proud mother of...
Kim Bo-ra, my talented daughter.
Kim Bo-ra?
[music intensifies]
[cameras shutters clicking]
I assume that you all enjoyed admiring my paintings?
They're yours?
These are all yours?
Well, but how?
["Lights, Camera, Action" by Hui playing]
We'll make a real artist! A real one!
We'll make the painting real
since it'll be done by a painter that's real!
Oh, yeah!
-[both] Real! -[squeals excitedly]
Bo-Ra.
Never blame yourself if you're attacked by a crazy dog.
But whether you fall apart like this or get back on your feet
will always be up to you.
Sleep on it, okay?
78 DOKSIMNI, MUN-GU, SEOUL ANTIQUE ART SHOP
[digital beep]
Woo!
[James] Look here. Yeah, very nice.
Let me see.
-[Gu-ho] Damn... -[James] Great.
[Gu-ho] That's a really good picture.
Right? Hmm.
Wow.
[song ends]
I was a little worried that you might have recognized them.
[Bo-ra chuckles softly]
I guess that you appreciate my talent now.
[all murmuring]
Yeah, I'm actually the one who painted all of these.
[all gasping]
-What the hell is going on? -What a swindler!
-He's been lying to us! -So this was all a scam?
A historical moment? My ass.
Hey. What kind of scam are you running here?
I bet that damn junkie is still high. How dare a lowlife like you come in here?
Hey!
-You little... -[all gasping]
[Mr. Famous grunts]
How dare you lay your hand on my precious daughter?
I'll cut your hand off and make kimchi with it!
-Everyone, look. What the hell's that? -Look!
[man 1] Are they painting forgeries?
How is that possible?
-[woman 1 gasps] -But he said...
-[Bo-ra whimpers] -[Mr. Famous] Show me what, huh?
Oh...
[Mr. Famous] Get it together. Stop ruining my paintings.
No. No!
No.
[gasps]
[man 2] What's the hell's going on?
[panting]
[woman 1 laughing]
-[Mr. Famous exclaims] -[all laughing]
Oh... Oh, my gosh.
-That's really embarrassing. -[woman 2 chuckles]
[Mr. Famous grunts on screen]
No.
-This isn't true! -[woman 3 laughing]
This is all fabricated.
Deepfake, deepfake.
That's AI.
That is not real!
[officer] Mr. Famous.
-That's you, right? -[camera shutters click]
-What now? -We got a report.
A report?
You're under arrest for abduction, confinement,
blackmailing, plus selling narcotics.
You have the right to hire a lawyer and the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.
Fuck.
You can't do this. Who the hell are you?
-We can talk at the station. -I'm Mr. Famous.
-Take him. -Hey, I'm Mr. Famous. Don't touch me.
Huh? Hey!
Hey! I'm Mr. Famous!
Fuck!
You'll see, huh? You damn lowlife.
[people murmuring]
[Mr. Famous] Let go of me!
Stop!
[all chattering]
Wow!
[exclaims softly] The food smells so delicious!
-Oh, be careful. -No, I got it. Go call the kids.
Here.
Hey, everyone! Ramyeon's getting soggy!
Come here. Run.
-Go for ramyeon. Run! -I thought Gu-ho...
was a handsome kid, a little silly.
But he's actually very nice.
Yeah, right? I already knew that.
Is he husband material?
-[gasps] What are you talking about? -[laughs]
He's okay.
Not fair! You're way taller than us!
[Myeong-shin] Oh. Is that a no?
-Hmm? -[both chuckle]
-No. No way. -[Myeong-shin] Really?
-Bon appétit. -[kids] Bon appétit.
-You lost, so you can't eat. -No, stop it, dude.
-Those are the rules. -That's mine.
-[kid 1] No, bro, leave it. -But we scored all three goals.
-[kid 1] Yes, he's right. -[Gu-ho] You scored two and I one.
[kid 2] No, we'll go to the beach...
[car revving]
[suspenseful music playing]
FAME WORK TRADE LOG
YU KANG-IL, GHOST CASTLE
EMPTY TRASH
[car revving]
DO NOT ENTER
[music ends]
[mysterious music playing]
[music continues]
[music ends]
[siren blaring]
[grim music playing]
[indistinct conversation]
[music intensifies]
[sobbing]
[breathing heavily]
["Bleed It Out" by Elaine playing]
[Yi-rang] We should have just
figured out from the start if he was really a doctor.
He played all three of us.
[gasps]
What matters is that she didn't die during surgery.
Our promotional materials are bringing a bunch of business in for us,
so what use is this little girl?
And how will we teach them a lesson?
[Yi-rang] Okay.
The codename is...
Eye and Tooth.
[Gu-ho] An eye for an eye, my guy.
-She will experience a brutal hellfire... -[yelps]
in the middle of this cold winter.
[song fades]