5th Floor.
5th Floor!
Hurry! Wake up!
It's over now!
The show is all over!
5th Floor.
It's so refreshing!
5th Floor!
Shall we head home now?
5th Floor, thanks so much for everything.
Don't cry, 5th Floor.
It just feels so unreal.
Try the hot dog.
1st Floor grilled it to perfection.
- Try the beer too. - Really?
Wow, it's delicious.
Hey, you did a great job.
Let's get our prize money.
We're finally leaving.
Wait. Hold on a second.
Where's 2nd Floor?
2nd Floor?
Over there.
"You crazy bitch"?
What on earth is going on?
Run! Bang!
Dear me.
No wonder I had trouble reading.
But I don't get what this all means.
Please
untie my hands for just a second.
I want to hold you.
Hand me the tape!
Get that bastard!
You bastard!
You little...
Oh, over there!
Smith and Wesson M36.
And...
four bullets.
Thank you, 5th Floor.
I really mean it.
I thought they were a bunch of wimps,
but they can also play dirty.
I've got to give it to them.
One of you pulled out eight of my toenails,
but two were left intact.
I'll admit that I underestimated you guys.
Sorry about that.
I mean it.
So, who was it?
Who was it?
You better speak up.
- Was it you? - No, it wasn't me.
I swear.
Was it you?
No, it wasn't me!
You?
It was you, wasn't it?
We all know you have beef with me.
I understand.
I understand why you tied me up and beat the hell out of me.
However, one of you really crossed the line.
One of you here must know
that you've done something unspeakable.
I mean, really!
For fuck's sake.
Shit. I'm speechless.
Do you know what I thought about while I was tied up?
"How will I find that bastard?"
No.
"How will I find the bastard in an interesting way?"
So I came up with a game.
Russian roulette.
You all know it?
RUSSIAN ROULETTE
I've loaded the gun with one bullet.
The chances
are one in five.
I'm gonna shoot one person at a time.
Obviously, I won't aim at your heads.
I wouldn't wanna kill you.
I'll shoot your legs instead.
It'll be excruciating, I guess.
Let's go one by one.
I bet it'll be fun.
Who is it?
The culprit.
I said I don't know.
One.
Two.
I said I don't know!
Three!
Fucking hell. Aren't you lucky?
But you still deserve a fucking beating.
You arrogant bitch.
Our dear Mr. Limousine Liberal.
You know the culprit?
No. I don't know who it is.
So you have no idea.
Okay.
All right.
Here we go.
It'll sting a little.
One.
Two.
Three!
Fuck! That scared the shit out of me!
Hey.
Wrap his leg.
Goddamn it!
Wrap it tightly.
He's bleeding a lot, right?
This can do real damage.
Oh my.
Our dear Mr. 1st Floor.
Such a shame. You've only got one good leg.
Please don't.
Please, 6th Floor.
No, please. Not my leg.
Not my leg.
No, not my leg!
I prayed for the first time in my life
to help me catch the bastard who did this to me.
With all my heart.
Please! I'm begging you.
Spare my leg!
Pray.
Perhaps your prayers will be answered.
One.
Two!
Please don't!
- Three! - Wait!
Please wait!
I know!
I...
I know who did it.
No. I mean, I know how to find out.
You know "how"?
You don't know "who." What bullshit.
A witness. There's a witness.
A witness?
The...
the people who watch through the CCTV.
The CCTV!
Buy the footage from that day.
We even bought the recipe for making booze.
You can surely buy it.
You can do anything with money here!
That's ingenious!
I'm certain you can!
- Where are you going? - To my room.
Why?
To watch the footage.
Why would you watch it?
Because it's fun!
Who will it be?
I hope we're in for a surprise.
I'm just dying to know.
Where are you going?
Sorry?
Stay and watch them!
Okay.
You know the footage of 6th Floor's toenails being pulled out?
We'll buy the footage.
From my room, please.
Oh! 100 million won?
I will
watch it alone in my room.
Fun is meant to be shared, you know?
7th Floor.
Are you okay?
Who was it?
Tell us.
Be quiet!
Everyone will find out soon enough.
The real culprit.
100 million won, gone.
It's just like the movies!
Wow, I really love this kind of event.
A surprise!
Who is it?
My palms are sweating.
1st Floor.
It was you, wasn't it?
That son of a bitch!
I'm sorry.
Thinking about what he'd done to me,
I was so furious,
upset, and...
And you needed more money.
Right?
Was that so wrong of me?
Those people used us to make money.
Don't we have the right to do the same?
Why are we the only ones to always suffer?
Why?
Oh my!
1st Floor is a total maniac!
Look at you lapping it all up!
To be honest, I didn't want the show to end.
How could I...
How could I possibly leave this place?
Regardless of what happens to me,
I wanted to stay here, even if it was just a little longer.
And that's why I...
I'm sorry.
I mean, still,
how could you pull out a girl's tooth?
You evil bastard! You lunatic!
I need a dental implant at this age because of you!
I'm gonna kill that bastard
and end the show.
6th Floor! That prick is the culprit!
- Hey, 1st Floor! - 1st Floor, that bastard!
Please don't do this!
What?
You're too aggressive, 6th Floor.
From the very start.
He looks like he's injured.
4th Floor.
- Can you come tie him up? - What?
Okay.
5th Floor is just too soft at heart.
Don't blame her too much.
That bastard. I'm going to kill that bastard.
That scumbag.
He tricked me, the bastard.
That won't do, 5th Floor.
It won't do. Or else I can't free you.
Okay?
I got back at him for you.
His back snapped in two.
It'll be much worse for him to be alive.
No one can die in here.
Not ever.
Can you promise me that?
Can you?
Look at the time, everyone.
One surprise event after another!
I simply adore being here.
Isn't this just beautiful?
I bet there's more fun waiting ahead.
I'm so excited.
8th Floor had 5th Floor treat 7th Floor.
Then she made us move 6th Floor to his room.
Speed it up a bit.
Then she tied us up one by one
and confined us to our rooms.
Just like that, our revolution came to an end.
Get some rest.
We were numb to the pain.
Just last night, we'd slept in such comfort.
It all feels like a dream.
As if it had never happened.
As if we'd always been in this pain.
As if it had never left us.
Will this pain ever end?
No, is this even real?
Perhaps I'm still dreaming.
Every day, 8th Floor purchased footage of us writhing in pain
and watched it.
It was quite expensive,
but she earned way more, so she was able to.
I think I need something more stimulating.
We've sweat and bled.
Beat, stabbed, and tased one another.
Incitement, deceit,
treachery, and extortion.
To deceive, to be deceived, and to deceive again.
We've just about done everything
humans can do to each other.
It's dying.
The flame.
They've seen all there is to offer.
It's become boring.
Stimulation.
What's the ultimate stimulation?
I pondered about that yesterday.
Stay still.
What would they find truly exciting?
Something they haven't seen yet.
You won't be injured or anything,
since the show must go on.
And if you get hurt, 5th Floor will be there to help.
SLEEP DEPRIVATION TORTURE
Wait.
One thing that the Geneva Conventions forbid under any circumstances,
even in wartime when people kill one another ruthlessly,
is using human bodies for experiments.
The stimulation was no longer for the show but just for the sake of it.
To cause pain to another person
without a basis of reason.
The simple act of one individual inflicting pain on another.
Nothing is quite as stimulating as a never-before-seen act.
It is unique, and even its dullness is not an issue.
I'm sorry.
Touching the deepest parts of the human, though perhaps never fully understood how.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry!
4th Floor fed us,
taped us when the tape fell off,
and continued torturing us by depriving us of sleep.
Oh, please let me go.
5th Floor appeared to have lost all hope.
Despite our desperate cries for help,
she only maintained our bodily functions,
just enough to keep us alive.
So that we were unable to die, forever in pain.
Are you okay, 3rd Floor?
7th Floor, how are you...
Weren't you tied up?
Me?
Why would I be? I'm 7th Floor.
What?
You didn't know?
I guess you had no idea.
You're the only one like this.
This...
What?
This is all...
happening in your head.
Oh no!
Oh, I feel the suffering of the world!
I know, right?
It's like I can feel their pain too.
This won't do.
Should I set them free, then?
I must paint.
Sorry?
I'm overwhelmed with emotion.
This feeling...
I must express this feeling.
What do you think?
8th Floor.
I'm deeply touched.
What's the title of the painting?
Both the title and the painting are luxurious.
Just like you.
Then don't you think...
I deserve to buy a purse?
Of course, 8th Floor.
Oh, wait.
I have one more thing to buy.
What is it?
Coco.
Coco, how do you like my new purse?
"Woof, woof! It's so pretty!"
It's pretty, isn't it?
"Woof, woof."
I'm so sick and tired of this.
4th Floor.
What?
I'm in a bad mood today.
I'm sorry.
What is it?
Did you relieve yourself again?
Come on! You barely even eat!
It's not that.
For pulling your tooth out, 4th Floor,
I'm truly...
I'm truly sorry.
You surprised me then.
It's fine.
With time,
I came to understand you.
We are all dead serious when it comes to money.
And in a way, I'm making more money thanks to you.
I'll just get a dental implant.
1st Floor.
In this place,
I don't consider myself a human.
I'm just, how should I say it, a player.
A human being should behave humanely,
but a player only needs to perform well.
That's why I'm putting up with this,
cleaning human poop
and now dog poop as well.
I'm really serious about the show now.
4th Floor.
Yes?
Do you really mean it?
About what? The dog poop?
That you're serious about the show.
I mean,
do you think I'm cleaning up after you for fun?
Aren't you going to eat more?
You can leave with much more.
You can make
an amount you couldn't even begin to imagine.
What?
You can change rooms.
What the fuck are you saying?
You can
change rooms.
There's a way
for you to become 8th Floor.
Ten thousand won.
First floor.
By any chance...
is there a way
to change rooms?
A billion won.
When do you want to end this show?
In my opinion,
1st Floor should be the one to decide.
Yeah, you decide.
How much will be enough for you?
I...
want to make one billion won.
I just need...
a billion won.