Last Misson

EP37

"Hello?"

"Mr. Knight? How may I help you?"

"You still have the same voice."

"....." 

"Excuse me?"

"Have you forgotten who I am?"

"What? I know who you are."

"You think I forgot about you?" 

"Park Se-hoon...?"

"I won't make this long. I have all the criminal data on your nursery school."

"How can we hold a press conference? I can't afford it if it's broadcast live and all over the internet."

"What do you want from me? You could just blurt it out."

"I just want an apology and money, straight up, and I'll keep my mouth shut and keep the material to myself."

"Really? We still haven't figured out what you're after. Is it money?"

"Wasn't the crime you committed there for over 20 years also about money?"

"Yes, but there's something else."

"Why did you kill Dahae? You didn't have to."

"Did I kill her?"

"...."

"Bring a lot of money, and you're going to have to close your business."

"Did you plant Gyuri, too?"

"Whoever that is, I don't know. I'm a water purifier guy."

"Bring all your coworkers to the Trench Convention Center this Saturday."

"There, I'll release the data in front of your relatives."

"We'll exchange money for the data there."

"I don't want backups or anything ugly. I just want an apology and money."

"Okay. You're not interested in vain things like revenge. Okay. How much money do you want?"

"Bring me a billion. I'm emigrating. I need the money."

"Yeah, that's not a lot of money. Okay."

"But if there's any police or bullshit going on that day, I'm gonna release it live, you know what I mean?"

"Okay, but why does the whole daycare staff have to go there?"

"You owe me a face-to-face apology, and like I said, you need to shut that place down."

"Hands off, I don't want you guys to keep working. You should be thankful I didn't kill all of you while posing as a water purifier technician, okay?"

"Okay. I'll see you at the meeting that day. Se-hoon Park."

"I changed my name. Park Jung-min."

I end the call.

 They will come. Take the high road. 

It's time to face your fears boldly. 

I receive a text. 

"Show me the proof. We have key information."

You carefully select the information you have that doesn't incriminate Gyuri and send it. 

"I've emailed you the transcripts of Ned's conversations and some of the footage of the abuse. Have the cash ready. Three days."

Time flies. Of course, the footage also shows Gyuri's participation in the crime. It's a deliberate choice. 

EP 36 Organizing

Gyuri starts to organize her house little by little. It feels good to throw away unnecessary things. Of course, she hasn't forgotten about meeting the 'psycho'. 

"If you'll take care of it, I'll take care of it right now."

"Really?"

"Aren't you crazy anyway?"

"Neither you nor I are anymore."

"Okay, please, big brother."

"You should finish it yourself. Life imprisonment is much worse."

"I understand."

He meets with Gyuri. She tells him the whole story. 

She's off the drugs now.

 She's a little shaky, but her complexion looks better. 

Her hand tremor hasn't improved yet. 

The cicada season is over. 

"I wish you well. Make sure you testify correctly. 

My staff will be watching, you know what I mean?"

"Of course I do."

"My girlfriend died suddenly."

"What?"

"I think she's probably trying to kill people around her, like her kindergarten teacher the other day."

"Then what do you want me to do?"

"You threaten evidence with a weapon. Always have a designated mailbox and video of the crime on reserve. That way they can't kill you."

"I'm coming. Please."

"Sehun, I'm so sorry. I've made your life miserable."

"..."

"It's okay. I'm past the point where I need to hear that."

"Then?"

"I'm going to see this through to the end."

"I've just been this guy. You don't have to be sorry anymore."

"I've already committed enough sins. Just do your job. Please."

"Thank you. I will."

Nietzsche's words come to mind. 

He who fights monsters should be careful. 

Something about how you end up becoming one.

Fuck you. Everybody.

D-1 

In a few hours, it will be the day I die. 

I've cleaned up the house and written a suicide note.

I've also prepared a letter apologizing to my neighbor for the loud sex. 

It's my last time, and I don't want to be bitter. 

Life sucks when you're born, but it sucks when you die. 

There are so many things to say, so many last words to say. 

Life and death are not my choice. 

My house is full of guns and bombs. 

I need a big dump truck to haul it all away, and I only managed to get one. 

Myung-heon said I could blow up a few buildings with this much. 

The bomb isn't that heavy. 

Something with a clear focus doesn't need to be so heavy or cumbersome. 

The house is quiet. Time passes quickly as I fiddle with the photo of Dahae. 

What does this all mean? 

There's no time. 

He loads the gun and points it at his head. 

I practice shooting the gun. 

It doesn't matter if it goes off, it doesn't matter if it doesn't. 

Tonight I will sleep through the night. 

My last night on earth. 

"I'm sorry, Jung-min. I'm sorry."

Myung-heon calls his brother.

"It's okay. Take care evacuating."

"Okay, I won't say anything more. And Jung-min, don't get caught or anything. It's life imprisonment without release, right?"

"I'm sorry and thank you."

And so the day begins.