All of Us Are Dead (2022) s01e01 Episode Script

- [rain pattering.]
- [dramatic music.]
[approaching footsteps.]
[Myeong-hwan.]
Give me your hand.
Did you cut it? You try to kill yourself, huh? I heard you named me in your suicide note.
You said you can't go on because of me.
- [Jin-su.]
I'm sorry.
- [Hyeon-ju scoffs.]
- What a disrespectful loser.
- You motherfucker.
If you transfer afterwards, how does that make me look? - Have I ever fucking hit you, huh? - [Jin-su.]
No, never.
No, right? That's right.
He's all yours.
[foreboding music.]
- [Gwi-nam sighs.]
- [Jin-su groans.]
- [Gwi-nam.]
There.
- [Jin-su groans, pants.]
- You asshole! You asshole! - [Jin-su grunting.]
- Hit me back, asshole.
- [Jin-su.]
No, wait.
- [Jin-su grunts.]
- [Myeong-hwan laughs.]
- [Jin-su.]
Please, stop.
- [Gwi-nam.]
Hey.
- [Jin-su.]
Stop.
- [Gwi-nam.]
Hey! - [Jin-su.]
Just fucking stop! - [metal clanks.]
- [Jin-su grunting.]
- [Gwi-nam groans.]
- [Jin-su grunts, groans.]
- [thuds.]
[crashes, metal clanks.]
[Gwi-nam.]
You psycho.
[Jin-su and Gwi-nam grunting.]
[metal clatters.]
- [Gwi-nam.]
Get up.
You bastard! - [Jin-su groans.]
[Jin-su coughs.]
- [Hyeon-ju.]
Hey, you splash me! - [Gwi-nam.]
Shit! [metal clanks.]
[Gwi-nam.]
Are you out of your fucking mind, man? - [grunts.]
- [groans.]
[grunts.]
- Asshole.
- [groans.]
- Fuck you, you fucking bitch.
- [Jin-su groaning.]
Motherfucker! - [Gwi-nam panting.]
- [bone cracks.]
- Fuck.
- [Jin-su groans.]
[squeaks.]
[grunting.]
[snarls.]
- [thuds.]
- [grunts.]
[Myeong-hwan.]
All right.
Knock it off.
- [bone cracks.]
- [snarls.]
Let's go.
Come on, we're out of here.
[screams.]
[groans.]
[grunting.]
- You fucker.
- [Jin-su grunting.]
Get him off! - [groans.]
- [Hyeon-ju.]
Cut it out already.
[Gwi-nam.]
Come on.
[growls.]
[Gwi-nam grunts.]
- [glass shatters.]
- [metal clanks.]
[thuds.]
[thunder cracks, rumbles.]
[ominous music.]
What? You scared? [voice wavering.]
Not at all.
I'm not scared.
- Yeah, whatever.
- [groans.]
[thunder cracks, rumbles.]
Shit.
[doctor.]
His BP is okay, but he's drowsy.
He has severe edema in the back of his head and tenderness in his left thorax so I say TBI and abdominal bleeding.
I'll transfer him right away for emergency surgery.
If he isn't in surgery within an hour, he'll be DOA no question.
[suspenseful music.]
Yes.
We'll intubate him, put in a c-line, then send him over.
Yeah.
Okay.
What the hell is taking them so long? I called two hours ago.
RESTRICTED AREA [somber music.]
Dad.
Are they okay? - Huh? - [Jin-su.]
I'm sorry, Dad.
I knew it wasn't right, but I wanted to kill them.
[breathes shakily.]
It'll never happen again, Dad.
It's okay.
Do you mean that, Dad? It'll all be okay, son.
What's gonna be okay, huh? Everything.
[foreboding music.]
All of it.
Has anything gotten better? Just answer me.
Has anything gotten better, Dad? Either I die [straining.]
or they die.
It won't get better until someone dies.
[breathing shakily.]
Jin-su.
- Stop! - [grunts.]
I'm gonna kill them all.
[Jin-su breathes heavily.]
Stop it, Jin-su.
No! [grunts.]
Jin-su.
I'll fix everything, just stop, okay? Jin-su.
Do you wanna die, Dad? [breathes shakily.]
Should I kill you? [yelling.]
Son, you need to stop it! [straining.]
- [snarls.]
- [gasps.]
[guttural panting.]
[foreboding music continues.]
[snarls.]
[guttural groaning.]
[guttural groaning continues.]
[growls.]
I'm sorry, Jin-su.
HOLY BIBLE I love you.
[suspenseful music.]
- [grunts.]
- [thuds.]
[growls.]
[grunting.]
[grunting continues.]
[suspenseful music continues.]
[grunts.]
[struggling.]
[groans, breathes heavily.]
[intense music.]
Jin-su.
[breathes shakily.]
[sighs in relief.]
[breathes heavily.]
[intense music continues.]
[breathes shakily.]
- [Jin-su snarls.]
- [gasps.]
- [struggling.]
- [Jin-su shrieks.]
[struggles, groans.]
[panting.]
- [Jin-su groaning.]
- [gasps.]
[breathing heavily.]
[Jin-su shrieks.]
[breathes heavily.]
[guttural panting.]
[shrieks.]
[theme music.]
[shrieks.]
[female student 1 yelps.]
Tag.
I got you.
TEACHER'S OFFICE Over here.
- [female student 2.]
Hello, everyone.
- [female teacher.]
Hi, how are you? [indistinct chatter.]
- Ms.
Jung.
I'm heading out, okay? - [Ms.
Jung.]
See you tomorrow.
- Okay.
See you.
- [male teacher.]
Bye.
[light music.]
- Goodbye, ma'am.
- Keep up the good work and don't forget your homework, alright? [upbeat music.]
[female student over PA.]
Good afternoon.
The seemingly never-ending heat has finally died down.
And the muggy, scorching weather has been replaced by a fresh, cool breeze.
Today, our topic is a fascinating study from abroad.
A psychologist in the US conducted an experiment.
He gathered 48 men and women who had never met.
To one group, he gave a specific [giggles.]
Well, maybe next time you should learn how to pass the ball.
Whoa, look out.
- [Gyeong-su laughs.]
- [Cheong-san.]
Hey.
- [Gyeong-su.]
Okay, okay, I'll stop.
- [Cheong-san groans.]
I don't know about that.
[Gyeong-su.]
Where are you going? Wait up! What the Idiot.
Come here.
[grunts.]
[thuds.]
WE ROOT FOR THE HYOSAN HIGH SCHOOL ARCHERY TEAM [singing in harmony.]
[school choir singing in harmony.]
[female student.]
Let's go get tteokbokki later.
[Joon-yeong.]
Shouldn't we wake up Hyeon-ju? But it's so yummy.
[female student chuckles.]
[female student.]
Oh, she's just fine.
[door slams.]
[object clatters.]
- [groans.]
- [indistinct chatter in distance.]
Ah, shit! I told them to wake me up.
[grunts.]
[metal creaks.]
[suspenseful music.]
What the? [object clatters.]
[clattering.]
- [metal clanks.]
- [gasps.]
[metal clattering.]
[gasps.]
[breathes shakily.]
[metal clanking.]
[metal clanking.]
- [loud metal clanks.]
- [gasps.]
[metals rasps, clanks.]
[metal clattering.]
[suspenseful music continues.]
[chuckles softly.]
[squeaking.]
Hey.
[squeaking.]
Hey.
[clicks tongue.]
Come here.
- [squeaking.]
- [Hyeon-ju clicks tongue.]
[Hyeon-ju.]
Where are you going? Damn it.
Won't listen.
Hey.
- Hey.
- [squeaking.]
- Hey.
- [squeaks.]
- [squeals.]
- [shrieks.]
Oh [groans.]
- [squeaking.]
- [metal clanking.]
What the hell? You bastard.
[groans.]
[suspenseful music intensifies.]
[squeals.]
[door opens.]
What are you doing? Nothing.
It bit me.
I'm pissed.
Goodbye.
[mice squeals.]
[foreboding music.]
- [grunts.]
- [Hyeon-ju gasps.]
[loud thud.]
[loud thud.]
So the restaurant moved? How about a grand opening? But we're not doing one.
- What? What - [cellphone chimes.]
CHEONGSAN CHICKEN Seriously? I told them to change the name.
What about the old name? We're not doing it.
The fryer hasn't even come in yet.
I heard there'll be one.
MOM: WHICH ONE DO YOU LIKE? CHEONG-SAN: CAN YOU NOT USE MY NAME? I mean, I would know better than you, don't you think? MOM: OKAY.
SO WHICH ONE? CHEONG-SAN: MOM [grumbles.]
My mom's the worst.
[grunts.]
- [I-sak.]
Hey.
- Damn, my phone! You can't run away.
Hey, gopher.
Let's get some chicken.
But we're not open yet.
Sure you are.
Your mom says she's testing out a new recipe today.
[grunts.]
You're going, right? Of course.
[chuckles.]
- Are you going too? - Mm.
Yes.
I mean your mom told On-jo to bring her friends.
Uh, so, is this a double date? What the hell? - Weird, we're not open today.
- Cool.
Uh, what do you know? Let's get out of here.
[whistling to the tune of Auld Lang Syne.]
[both chuckle.]
- [Cheong-san.]
You like chicken that much? - [Gyeong-su.]
Oh, you bet.
I'm gonna eat two whole ones.
[students cheering.]
- [cheering, applauding.]
- [laughing.]
Looks great.
Thank you.
- Thanks a lot.
- [I-sak.]
It looks so good.
- Why'd you bring out so much? - Oh, yes.
Remember On-jo eats a lot.
[laughs.]
I don't eat a lot.
I just eat well.
Oh, yes, sure.
That's what I like to hear.
Eat up, Gyeong-su.
- Yep.
- You too, A-sak.
It's I-sak, not A-sak.
You change your name? [laughs awkwardly.]
[girls laughing.]
Mom.
If you wanna change names, you should start with the restaurant.
Why are you using my name? I named it Cheongsan Chicken way before you were born.
Exactly.
You named me after the restaurant.
- Hey.
Ah - I don't like Quiet.
Okay.
I really like it.
Sounds like a tradition.
- Yeah? - Of course.
[both.]
He's right.
Look, so this is a new recipe we just came up with.
So this one is just a little spicy, and this one's really hot.
[Cheong-san's mom.]
What do you think? [stammers.]
You can be totally honest with me.
[chuckles.]
[mumbles.]
It's super crazy mad good.
It's delicious.
- [Cheong-san's mom.]
Really? - Oh, ma'am, look.
If you ever need a delivery boy, I'll work for cheap.
[laughs.]
You guys need to study.
On-jo.
Is it too hot? It's salty.
Yeah? Oh How about this one? Is it spicy? No.
It's salty.
Wait a sec.
That's not Uhm, honey! - [Cheong-san's dad.]
Yeah? - She says it's salty.
It's salty? - On-jo says it's salty.
- Wait, I - It can't be.
- It's good.
- [Cheong-san's mom.]
Maybe you left - I don't think it's salty at all.
- Yeah, it's good.
- It tastes good to me.
[Cheong-san's dad.]
Let me see.
Stop eating.
It's salty.
It still tastes good.
[indistinct chattering in distance.]
Ah.
Did you hear our science teacher? What about him? Well, he smells like a rotting corpse.
Oh, Na-yeon spread that rumor, right? It's true.
He was absent after his son went missing.
But then he came into class - [class clamoring.]
- [indistinct chatter.]
Oh! [eerie music.]
[On-jo.]
she said he smelled like a corpse.
[Cheong-san.]
How does she know what a corpse smells like? Has she smelled one before? I swear she knows every other smell except that one.
Since she never smelled it before, it has to be a rotting corpse.
[On-jo.]
When his son went missing, he started acting weird.
He was an outcast.
[munching.]
I heard he got bullied all the time.
Mm-hm.
It sucks.
I feel really bad for Mr.
Lee.
Remember last week when he just left class? BETWEEN TISSUE CELLS CELLULAR RESPIRATION [ominous music.]
[ominous music intensifies.]
[door opens, closes.]
- [class murmuring.]
- [male student.]
Did the bells ring? [On-jo.]
He's never done that before.
[munching.]
They say he was a genius.
Lots of geniuses go crazy.
Well, at least you won't have to worry about going crazy.
[both laugh.]
Hey.
Are you talking trash? - [Gyeong-su.]
I'm so full.
- [I-sak.]
Come on.
Hurry up.
[Gyeong-su.]
We're late anyway.
[On-jo.]
Cheong-san, hold on.
Why? We're late.
And I have a music test.
I just need to ask you something.
What is it? - Nothing.
- What? Nothing.
Don't worry about it.
What is it? [soft music.]
Is this better like this? Or like this? Look close.
Like this? Or Like this? This way, right? Get lost.
- [thuds.]
- [Cheong-san grunts.]
[grunting.]
[groans, breathes heavily.]
[groans.]
HYOSAN HIGH SCHOOL [humming.]
[humming continues.]
[girl muffled groaning.]
[breathes deeply.]
[man humming.]
[man humming continues.]
[muffled groan.]
SUPPLY ROOM [humming.]
COMMENDATION NAM SO-JU [crockery clanging.]
Do exams start next week? You always bring up tests when I'm eating.
When else should I ask? Wait a minute.
We have to finish the sprouts.
[So-ju.]
All right? [sniffs.]
I mean, you're not gonna get good grades anyway.
No point in stressing about it.
Don't give up on me, Dad.
I can do it.
I'm not giving up.
Just no expectations.
[munches.]
That's giving up.
Is these from Cheong-san's? [munching.]
Mmm.
Two days ago [munching.]
there was an accident by a tollgate, so I went to the scene, and whether you're rich or poor, got good grades or bad ones, everyone's equal in an accident.
Grades are not that important.
Being healthy and safe.
That's all that really matters.
I mean it.
I can make it into tier five this time.
Don't push yourself.
Then I'll make it into tier six, okay? You shouldn't lie to your dad.
Here, eat.
It's salty but tasty.
[doorbell chimes.]
It's Cheong-san.
[grumbles.]
Always on time.
- Bye, Dad.
- [chair scrapes.]
Hey, have another bite, okay? [munching.]
Hey, kid! Are you okay? That punk.
[grumbles.]
[sucks, munches.]
Come on.
She basically didn't eat anything at all.
Guess I should start with her leftovers, huh.
- Rock, paper, scissors.
One, two, shoot! - One, two, shoot! [both.]
One, two, shoot! One, two, shoot! One, two, shoot! Yeah! - Yes! - [retreating footsteps.]
I'm seriously going to kill you now.
[playful music.]
[breathes deeply.]
[Cheong-san.]
Hey, On-jo! Nam On-jo! [elevator dings.]
[Cheong-san pants.]
Play fair, you punk.
[breathing heavily.]
God, I'm spent.
Carry it.
But look at this.
I got hurt making breakfast.
Let's go, gopher.
[playful music continues.]
[both grunt.]
Nam-ra.
Class president! Hey, hey! Hurry up! RESIDENTS ONLY STUDENTS OF RENTAL APARTMENTS STAY AWAY - [male student 1.]
I'm going first! - [male student 2.]
Hold up! Hey, kids! - Bye.
- Okay.
Hey, kids! You get back here! [security guard.]
Hey you! You live in the rental apartments.
- [male students laughing, screaming.]
- [security guard.]
Hey! You punks! Hey! [laughs.]
- Hello.
- [grunts.]
See you later! [laughs.]
Wait for me! Shit! That fucking shithead.
Ji-min! Share this with your friends at choir, will you? I said I don't want it.
[Ji-min's father.]
Boy, oh, boy.
[sighs.]
She skipped breakfast as well.
- [groans.]
- [chuckles.]
[engine revs.]
[engine rumbling.]
[car honking.]
- [kids clamoring.]
- [yelps.]
[honking.]
[playful music continues.]
[signal beeping.]
[students murmuring.]
[breathing heavily.]
- Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.
- Hurry.
Hurry, hurry! - Wake up five minutes earlier, okay? - All right, that's it! - Stop right there! Stop, stop, stop! - [students groaning.]
- [laughs.]
- [Jin-gu.]
Put your names down.
[Yong-nam.]
Let's see.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
You have been chosen.
- [male student.]
Please, sir.
- [Yong-nam.]
You get three demerits each.
[Jin-gu.]
You three are always late.
- [indistinct chatters.]
- [student laughing.]
Get moving.
[suspenseful music.]
[background chatter.]
- [metal clanks.]
- Hey.
Is it my fault that idiot Jin-su went missing, huh? [breathes shakily.]
That's not it.
Then why the hell did you decide to tattle on me, you little prick? The teacher said to write down everything we knew.
And what do you know, huh? [yelling.]
Asshole.
Seriously, what the hell do you know? [Myeong-hwan.]
You're just freaking unbelievable.
Hey.
Go ahead.
[suspenseful music.]
[Chang-hoon.]
Over here.
Huh? Where you looking at, huh? [laughs incredulously.]
Uh, fuck! [gasps.]
- It's okay.
Take it off.
- [whimpers.]
- Hands off.
- Don't you dare move.
[muffled cry.]
- Stay still, yeah? - [clothes rips.]
CONSTRUCTION NOTICE NEW CONSTRUCTION IN PROGRESS HYOSAN HIGH SCHOOL - [both laugh.]
- You perverted freak.
You like it? [breathes shakily.]
[shudders.]
Hey.
The video.
[breathes shakily.]
[grumbles.]
You asshole.
Go on.
Just press record.
[breathes shakily, gasps.]
- You wanna die, asshole? - [Su-hyeok.]
That's enough.
Stop.
[scoffs.]
[grunts.]
Shit.
Son of a bitch.
[sobs.]
We're not playing around, you moron.
[scoffs.]
You used to party with us.
Don't act all holier-than-thou, you hear me? Fuck off.
You need to grow up.
[scoffs.]
- Get outta here.
- [Myeong-hwan scoffs.]
[shuddering.]
Go ahead.
You might be safe.
[tense music.]
Move.
You always gonna be like this? [sighs.]
Go.
[Gwi-nam.]
You look really sexy in this.
Should I send it to your mom? You know I'm friends with her on Facebook.
[boys laughing.]
[Chang-hoon.]
What kind of weirdo makes friends with an old lady? [snickers.]
[foreboding music.]
I can't go.
It's okay.
You can do it.
[sobs.]
It's not okay.
Because if I leave now it'll be worst tomorrow.
[scoffs.]
[Gwi-nam.]
Take it off.
Should I do it for you? Hurry up, jeez.
- Su-hyeok.
- Hey.
Morning.
[quirky music.]
[breathes heavily.]
[chattering in distance.]
What? If you have time, come to the roof after lunch.
Why? I don't fight anymore.
You think I'd wanna fight you? Then why? See you later.
- [On-jo shrieks.]
- [Su-hyeok gasps.]
[sighs in annoyance.]
[clears throat.]
Weird.
- [indistinct chatter.]
- [male student 1.]
Are you changing? - [male student 2.]
Give back my ball.
- [female student 3.]
Seriously.
- [female student 4.]
You have some water? - [female student 5.]
Mine's too warm.
Let me have some.
- Have you heard her - I can't hear anything at all actually.
- Are you an idiot? - Do you hear the song? Hey, you lost me big-time yesterday.
- Hey.
- No, it's all because of the keyboard! - I go there all the time.
- Yeah, definitely the keyboard.
- Because the lady who works there is cute.
- I'm telling you, dude [Dae-su.]
I gave you a head start.
- [Gyeong-su.]
What are you talking about? - [Dae-su.]
I said I'd beat you, right? - [Gyeong-su.]
That's not true.
- [sighs.]
[Joon-yeong.]
Gyeong-su beat you, right? [Dae-su.]
That's bullshit! What do I do? [Dae-su.]
Don't bullshit me.
- What? - [Gyeong-su.]
I'm serious.
[sighs.]
I don't know.
- What do I do? - Wait.
What? Why? I don't know.
- I'm gonna tell you later.
- Tell me what? - [Gyeong-su.]
Uh, It's my crappy keyboard.
- Huh? - Oh, your keyboard is better than mine.
- [Dae-su.]
That's bullshit.
Sleeping beauty.
- [Dae-su.]
Su-hyeok.
- [Wu-jin.]
I smell your feet from here.
- [boys laughing.]
- [Dae-su.]
This jerk didn't wear socks.
- Hey, hey, hey.
- [Wu-jin.]
It's not okay.
- Take him out.
Come on.
- [Dae-su.]
Hey.
- Hey.
- Really? - [Joon-yeong.]
That's ridiculous.
- [Wu-jin.]
Hey, seriously.
- [Joon-yeong.]
What's the name? Paulo? - [Dae-su.]
Give me a break.
- [Gyeong-su.]
Let's break his leg.
- [Su-hyeok.]
Go ahead.
- Hey! - [Wu-jin.]
Then I'll break his fingers.
Whoa.
What the fuck.
Get off of there.
You stink.
Oh, okay.
My bad.
What's the big deal? Sorry.
Cut it out! You're so dirty.
Hey, what the hell? - Hey, just let it go.
- [school alarm chimes.]
What the hell is your problem? - What I do, huh? - [grunts.]
- What I do that was so wrong? - [door opens then closes.]
- Tell me what I do.
- [Sun-hwa.]
Hey, you punks.
Come on guys.
Take your seats.
Come on, move it.
- [male student.]
Attention! - [student murmuring.]
[chairs scrape.]
Hi, there.
[class.]
Hello! Hi.
Good morning.
[Sun-hwa.]
Time to hand-in your phones.
[exhales.]
Who's in touch with Hyeon-ju? Nobody? So none of you have tried calling her today? [clears throat.]
Uh, we cleaned the science lab together yesterday, but I haven't seen her since.
[sighs.]
Okay.
If anyone hears from her some time the next few days, let me know right away, okay? [class.]
Okay.
Exams start next week, so get your acts together.
[whispers.]
Hey, your phone.
[cellphone chimes.]
[quirky music.]
Hey, uh I heard that.
Why didn't you silence it? [Sun-hwa.]
One more time.
Hand over your phones, please.
[Wu-jin laughs.]
- [Sun-hwa.]
Dae-su.
Seriously? - [Wu-jin.]
You idiot.
How stupid is he? Why is it so much fun to mess with him? Huh? [Dae-su whispers.]
What you gonna do about it? On-jo.
This is your phone from last year.
[class laughing.]
Take it, please.
[students murmur, laugh.]
[Sun-hwa.]
Take it now.
Uh, hello, Mr.
Lee.
- Uh, hello there.
- [Sun-hwa.]
Hi.
Uh, you know Kim Hyeon-ju from my class? She didn't make it home last night.
And The kids haven't seen her since she was cleaning the science lab yesterday.
Oh, really? Do you remember seeing her by any chance? [grumbles.]
No, I haven't.
Uh, so yesterday you went home without stopping by the science lab, right? That's what I told you.
I [frustrated laugh.]
I'm sorry.
Apparently, no one seen her since she was in here, so [metal clanks.]
[ominous music.]
Is someone in there? Yeah.
It's just a hamster.
- Oh - I should probably get ready for class.
Oh, okay.
- Thanks.
- Hmm.
[door slides closed.]
SUPPLY ROOM [receding footsteps.]
[breathing heavily.]
[chimes.]
A student was bit by the hamster.
[Hyeon-ju muffled groan.]
I injected her with benzodiazepine [Hyeon-ju muffled grunting.]
[Mr.
Lee sighs.]
It's only slowing down the infection - by a few hours - [Hyeon-ju muffled grunting.]
[foreboding music.]
[muffled growl.]
[breathing heavily.]
[muffled grunt.]
- [bone cracks.]
- [muffled groan.]
[Hyeon-ju gasping.]
[panting.]
[foreboding music continues.]
[gasping.]
[murmurs.]
Don't kill me.
[Hyeon-ju grunting.]
[whimpers.]
[whimpers.]
Don't kill you? [Hyeon-ju breathing heavily.]
[whimpers.]
Don't bother having any hope.
[muffled gasp.]
[Mr.
Lee.]
A virus is somewhere between a living organism and a non-living organism.
Like a living organism, it adapts to its surroundings and evolves.
Everything that evolves in this manner should be considered an independent living organism.
Mr.
Lee, the textbook says a virus is not an independent living organism.
Whether or not it's categorized that way doesn't depend on its metabolism, but its will to survive.
[students laughing.]
[shuddering.]
If its will is so strong [students laughing.]
I'M SO SEXY - [laughing continues.]
- [shudders.]
The instinct to survive actually surpasses intelligence.
[whimpers.]
[Mr.
Lee.]
And eventually the ecosystem is dominated by that will.
Humanity has never once completely defeated a virus.
Leucochloridium paradoxum.
[sobbing.]
This parasite's final destination is a bird.
The parasite enters a snail and infects its ocular tentacles.
That makes the snail put itself in the path of predatory birds.
So the infected snail commits suicide at the whim of the parasite.
[suspenseful music.]
- Tell me.
- [shudders.]
Now, is that because the snail is less intelligent? It's not.
It's because the parasite's will to survive is much stronger than the snail's.
- Shut up when the teacher's talking.
- [Mr.
Lee.]
The evolving and hereditary will to survive is Keep your head up.
the sole standard by which living organisms are defined.
[ominous music.]
So is the textbook wrong? The textbook? It's wrong.
[snarls.]
[ominous music continues.]
[growls.]
- [snaps.]
- [grunts.]
[bone cracks.]
[Sun-hwa.]
In fact, none of us are completely free from prejudice.
We all have preconceived ideas about others.
Here, "free from" means the lacking in or unincumbered by.
Anyone want to interpret this? [tapping on board.]
Okay.
Hee-su.
I need to use the bathroom.
Okay, go.
[students murmuring.]
Okay, then.
[Sun-hwa sighs.]
Anyone wanna have a crack at it, huh? [tapping on board.]
Class president? The truth is, all of us have some sort of prejudice.
[Nam-ra.]
We all have preconceptions about other people.
Hmm, okay.
Nice.
[inhales.]
Next, Bare-su.
Stand up.
[students laugh.]
Stand up.
[Su-hyeok.]
Yes? What's with "Bare-su"? Mm It's short for Barefoot Su-hyeok.
Bare-su.
- [girls laugh.]
- Ah.
He hates wearing socks.
He's so weird about it.
I can smell it a mile away.
[class laughing.]
Okay, Bare-su.
What did Nam-ra say a minute ago? [shushes.]
Ah [class.]
Ah - [girls giggling.]
- [class murmuring.]
She was absolutely correct.
A hundred percent.
[class laughing.]
What was her absolutely correct answer then? [exhales.]
Hmm - [murmurs.]
- [chuckles.]
All right [exhales.]
- [Su-hyeok.]
Huh? - [door slides opened.]
[suspenseful music.]
[Sun-hwa.]
Hyeon-ju.
- Hey, Hyeon-ju.
- [class clamoring.]
[gasps.]
Hyeon-ju! Hey.
What's wrong? Are you okay? - Hey, Hyeon-ju.
- [Na-yeon.]
Is that blood? Ms.
Park.
Yeah, it's me.
Do you recognize me? He grabbed me [breathes shakily.]
The science teacher grabbed me and locked me up.
- [Sun-hwa.]
He locked you up? - [students murmuring.]
The science teacher? - Mr.
Lee Byeong-chan, huh? - [gasps.]
He tied me up - [Na-yeon.]
I told you, didn't I? - [breathing heavily.]
[Hyo-ryeong.]
Just shut up, okay? Let's go to the infirmary, okay? - What kind of a psycho does this? - Nam-ra.
[Sun-hwa.]
Make sure they study on their own.
And please don't say anything to anyone until I come back and confirm the facts.
Hyeon-ju.
Can you get up? I'll carry her.
[Sun-hwa.]
Okay.
- Can someone help him out, please.
- Here.
- [Sun-hwa.]
Good.
- Okay.
- [Sun-hwa.]
Go back to your seats! - [Su-hyeok grunts.]
Now.
[tense suspenseful music.]
[all panting.]
- Hyeon-ju.
- [I-sak.]
What's wrong? [Sun-hwa.]
Guys, hold her still.
- [rapid footsteps.]
- What's wrong with her? [all panting.]
[groans, breathing heavily.]
What's wrong? Do you feel sick? What do I do? [whimpering.]
[nurse.]
Does your stomach hurt? Is it bad? Let me see.
Please help.
- Huh? - [nurse.]
Uh, wait, hold on.
Put her on the bed.
- Please take a look at her.
- Here, lookout.
[beeps.]
Her temperature is way too low.
Here, hold it down so she doesn't kick it off.
[growls.]
[Su-hyeok.]
Hold her.
Hold her.
- Hyeon-ju, Hyeon-ju.
It's okay.
- Call an ambulance right now.
I'll give her a sedative and clean her wounds.
[Sun-hwa.]
Okay.
[Hyeon-ju grunting.]
[Sun-hwa.]
Hyeon-ju.
It's okay.
Hyeon-ju.
You're okay now.
[tense suspenseful music continues.]
[keypad beeps.]
EMERGENCY CALL - [phone line ringing.]
- [Hyeon-ju snarls.]
[groans, sighs.]
[breathes heavily.]
[grunting softly.]
- [Hyeon-ju.]
Too hot.
- Hang in there, Hyeon-ju.
Your temperature is a little too low.
Too hot.
I'm too hot.
You're going to the hospital soon.
We're all here for you, so don't worry, okay? The science teacher gave me a weird shot.
A shot? Mr.
Lee Byeong-chan gave you a weird shot? He tried to kill me.
[breathes shakily.]
- Hey, Hyeon-ju, tell me what shot? - [Hyeon-ju gasps.]
I'm gonna kill them all.
- [shrieks.]
- Hyeon-ju.
- [snarls.]
- [gasps.]
[Sun-hwa.]
Hey, are you okay? - Hold her down so I can give her the shot.
- Okay.
Just a minute, okay? Hyeon-ju.
Just hang on.
[Hyo-ryeong.]
It's so strange.
Hyeon-ju was really odd.
- [Na-yeon.]
Yeah, totally.
- [Hyo-ryeong.]
It's weird.
Everyone else saw that, right? First, she just disappeared all day, then she comes in all bloody talking about the science teacher.
She could have gone somewhere and got hurt, then came back here and collapsed all of a sudden.
- It's got to be true.
- Did you hear something? You know how we heard his son went missing? I heard he didn't go missing.
- Suicide.
- Come on, don't fall for that.
- That's silly.
- He committed suicide? - You believe that? - No, really.
It's true, okay? Hyeon-ju hung out with the same crowd that bullied Jin-su all the time.
So the science teacher went after them one-by-one.
He hunted them down.
- And kill them.
- Who said that? - All his students.
- [Ji-min.]
Which one? Last time I saw Hyeon-ju was in the science lab.
[breathes sharply.]
Hey.
I think maybe Mr.
Lee made porn with Hyeon-ju.
- [Gyeong-su.]
Porn? - Hey, you moron.
Get your mind out of the gutter, asshole.
[Wu-jin.]
You fat ass.
[Dae-su.]
Why are you cursing at me, dick? [Wu-jin.]
Because you're a fucking pervert, dumb ass.
[Dae-su.]
So why did he kidnap her then? - Have you ever been kidnapped? - Of course not.
Stupid.
- Easy, I'm your brother-in-law.
- [scoffs.]
- I told you to stop saying that.
- [grunts.]
- [class clamoring.]
- [student.]
Hey, tell us what happened? I-sak, wait, what happened? - [Gyeong-su.]
Hey, what happened? - [Wu-jin.]
How is she? [Hyo-ryeong.]
How's Hyeon-ju? It's no joke.
She was biting people and trashing around Where's On-jo? She got hurt.
Where? How bad? She'll be fine.
Uh, Hyeon-ju bit her? I think she went crazy.
[I-sak.]
Her temperature is super low, but she said she was hot.
She tried to bite us.
- [Na-yeon.]
What the hell? - So does she have rabies? [Dae-su sighs.]
What an idiot.
And Hyeon-ju had this weird smell.
- [Na-yeon.]
What smell? - The same one as the science teacher.
- A rotting corpse.
- Yeah, that.
- I knew it.
- And she said, Mr.
Lee gave her some kind of weird shot.
What a total psycho.
- [class clamoring.]
- Shouldn't we tell the police about this? I don't know.
Ms.
Park said she's gonna handle it.
Look She's just been sitting there studying.
Yeah, well, she is the top student.
- So? Where's On-jo? - [I-sak.]
In the infirmary.
[suspenseful music.]
[grunts.]
It seems like she went into shock due to hypothermia.
I manage to give her a sedative.
Okay.
We'll take her to Hyosan Hospital.
Did you contact her parents? Yeah.
I did.
They're on their way.
Please take good care of her.
- Will do.
- [nurse.]
Thank you.
AMBULANCE Thank you.
- [On-jo's father.]
Are you okay? - [nurse.]
That was scary.
Look at me.
Were you scared? Definitely.
[sighs.]
Man.
So, what's wrong with her? I don't know.
I'll tell you later when I get home.
I'm on calls, so I won't be home.
Just try not to get it wet.
Call me right away if you need anything at all.
I'll rush right over.
Okay? - Okay.
- Good.
Bye, hon.
- Bye, Dad.
- Bye.
Thank you and take good care of her for me please.
Given the situation, - I can't stick around.
- [Sun-hwa.]
Okay.
- Hurry up, Dad.
- [Sun-hwa.]
You should go.
[engine revving.]
Thank you for your help, guys.
I'm going to head back in a few minutes Please make sure you don't tell anyone about this just yet, okay? - Yeah.
- Mm-hm.
[Sun-hwa.]
All right.
I think it's better not to tell anyone for the time being.
Sounds good.
[Sun-hwa.]
Go back to class.
Let's go.
Are you okay? Does she bite you? - No, it's just a scratch.
- You sure you're all good? Hey.
You wanted to meet on the roof? - What? - You said come up after lunch.
Can you just tell me now? I'm actually playing basketball after lunch.
[cheeky music.]
What's that? NAM ON-JO [stammers.]
Wait.
This means you wanna go out with me.
Yeah.
But aren't you with Cheong-san? No.
We've lived next door ever since we were little kids, and his mom always gives me free chicken [inhales.]
and I do like chicken.
I love it actually.
- [flustered exhale.]
- But not him, I swear.
Ah, okay.
- [Cheong-san.]
On-jo! - So I Where did you get hurt? How bad is it, huh? You're such a klutz sometimes.
[On-jo scoffs.]
I'm fine.
How bad was she hurt? She's pretty clumsy, huh? [clicks tongue.]
No.
Hyeon-ju tried to bite us.
She got hurt trying to stay out of the way.
Hey.
You're going out with On-jo? Right? Mm-hm.
Right.
[sighs, clicks tongue.]
Can't believe you bought that? You freak.
Seriously, even if it was the end of the world, and it was her, me, and a zombie, I'd honestly rather date the zombie.
Why do you ask? [Su-hyeok.]
No reason.
[chuckles awkwardly.]
Let's go.
[Su-hyeok.]
Anyway, what's for lunch today? Do you have any idea? [Cheong-san.]
I want some tonkatsu.
[ambulance siren wailing.]
[suspenseful music.]
How far are we from the hospital? - We're almost there.
- [gasps.]
[techno music.]
- [music fades.]
- [lock clatters.]
[door opens.]
[foreboding music.]
She went to the hospital.
[sighs.]
- Wait.
- Mr.
Lee.
Wait.
You don't understand.
She can't be in a hospital.
- Let all calm down.
- What are you talking about? No! Let go of me! No! It's time for you to explain yourself here.
We can't send Hyeon-ju to a hospital.
We have to put her in quarantine.
[yelling.]
Hey.
Sit down, Mr.
Lee.
You've already turned things upside down when you're at school with the story about your son.
How the hell could you say that? Jin-su was the victim! And of course, you forced us to bury it.
Oh, that's some crack of bullshit, huh? You know how the school's evaluation is just around the corner.
You should've called me before calling an ambulance, Sun-hwa.
What do you think is gonna happen if the police come? Well, I already called the police.
A teacher should deal with school matters internally.
[principal.]
I'll call the police if we need them.
- Tell them not to come.
- [Sun-hwa.]
I mean - [Jae-ik.]
Mr.
Lee.
- [grunts.]
Police.
It's been a while, Mr.
Lee Byeong-chan.
[breathes heavily.]
[suspenseful music.]
[sighs.]
[groans.]
[grunting.]
[breathing heavily.]
[grunts.]
- [growls.]
- [shrieks.]
[grunts.]
[sighs.]
[squelching.]
- Huh? - [metal clanks.]
[breathes shakily.]
[gasps.]
[groans.]
[whimpers.]
[groans.]
- [breathing shakily.]
- [beeps.]
[foreboding music.]
[grunting.]
[groaning.]
[groaning.]
[retches.]
[snarls.]
[retches.]
- [shrieks.]
- [body thuds.]
[school bell chimes.]
[students clamoring.]
[nurse grunts.]
[breathing heavily.]
[indistinct chattering.]
[overlapping conversations.]
[Wu-jin.]
It's so good.
- What? - Nothing.
[laughs.]
Hey, Cheong-san can feel that.
I wasn't looking at him.
Yeah, right.
The whole school knows you two are going out on dates.
We're not dating.
I'm serious.
Mm-hm, sure.
Yeah.
Actually You can't tell anyone, okay? About what? Well - It was you, right? - [laughs.]
Forget it.
- Hey, come on.
- Stop it.
Tell me.
Stop.
No.
You slept with Cheong-san, didn't you? You did.
I got it, am I right? - Are you insane? - Ow! [whispers.]
I told Su-hyeok I like him.
What? I told Su-hyeok I like him.
You mean? - What? - [male student.]
My gosh.
- Quiet.
- Oh, my god.
I can't believe it.
- Quiet.
- Are you completely insane? Him? Su-hyeok? Quiet.
- You eat it.
It's okay.
- What? How'd you do it? What did you say? Did you ask him on a date or what? My name tag.
[chuckles.]
[I-sak.]
So you threw yourself at him.
[gasps.]
So? Well, that's all.
Huh? He didn't say anything? - Mm-hm.
- Not even a vibe? Mm-hm.
You couldn't tell how he felt or anything? [sighs.]
I'm going crazy.
You're making me go crazy.
[rhythmic techno music.]
Wearing those for too long is bad for your ears.
Earbuds.
They're bad for your ears.
I know.
[rhythmic techno music continues.]
Do you wanna go visit Hyeon-ju later? Why? You're our class president.
You know my mom made me class president by donating a bunch of money to the school.
That's why no one else thinks of me as the real class president.
So why the hell should I act like it? [chuckles.]
What? [laughs.]
I'm surprised.
I've actually never heard you talk that much before.
I thought you never said more than five words at a time.
[chuckles.]
[clears throat.]
[rhythmic techno music continues.]
[sighs.]
[yawns.]
[clicks tongue.]
I want to cut class.
I'm sleepy.
[Chang-hoon yawns.]
What the hell? INFIRMARY Hey, hey.
Come here, come here.
- What? - Check this out.
[laughs.]
Oh, boy.
What's wrong with her? [Myeong-hwan.]
Probably drunk out of her mind.
[cellphone chimes.]
[Chang-hoon.]
Is she serious? She's gonna get fired.
[laughs.]
[Myeong-hwan.]
What's she doing in bare feet? [foreboding music.]
What the hell? [growls.]
God.
Damn.
- [Chang-hoon.]
She really hit her head.
- [Myeong-hwan.]
That was freaky.
What's wrong with her? - [laughs.]
- [Chang-hoon.]
Is she sick? I think she likes you.
[Myeong-hwan laughs.]
Hey, hey.
[Chang-hoon screams.]
- [Myeong-hwan.]
What is she doing? - [screaming.]
Help! [screaming.]
- [screaming continues.]
- [munching.]
Shit.
What the fuck? [grunts.]
[yelps.]
- [students clamoring.]
- [screaming.]
[grunting.]
[student.]
Holy shit, run! [tense suspenseful music.]
[squelching.]
[grunting.]
[breathes deeply.]
[growling.]
[bone cracks.]
[growls.]
[snarls.]
[students clamoring.]
- [chomps.]
- [screaming.]
Shit.
- [chomps.]
- [grunts.]
[screaming.]
[tense suspenseful music.]
[indistinct chattering.]
[tense suspenseful music continues.]
[students shouting indistinctly.]
[students laughing, shouting in distance.]
[breathes heavily.]
[breathes shakily.]
[door opens.]
[Cheol-su.]
Eun-ji.
[gasps, shudders.]
Don't do it.
[Eun-ji.]
Wanna come up? Eun-ji.
Uh, come down.
Let's just talk down here, please.
Come on.
They said they'll gonna post it online.
Huh? No.
[stammers.]
They said they delete it.
They, they promised me they would.
This is a living hell.
So I'm just trying to escape from hell.
[Cheol-su.]
I'll take care of it.
I can do it.
[stammers.]
I'll delete them all.
Just [shudders.]
Please don't [sobs.]
I'm begging you.
Please don't do it, Eun-ji.
[sobbing.]
Why are you crying? Do you like me? [breathes shakily.]
[dramatic music.]
[scoffs.]
Two losers who liked each other, that's hilarious.
But when two losers go out, they get even lamer.
So stay away from me.
Eun-ji.
[Eun-ji.]
And stay away from my dead body.
[breathes shakily.]
Eun-ji.
Eun-ji, Eun-ji! [glass shatters.]
[glass shatters.]
- [glass shatters.]
- [growls.]
[dramatic music continues.]
- [glass shatters.]
- [screaming.]
[girls screaming.]
[chomping.]
[growls.]
- [students screaming.]
- [glass shattering.]
[student screaming.]
[students clamoring.]
[screaming.]
Hey, Prez! Hurry! Hurry! Run! [snarls.]
[indistinct chattering.]
I have a great idea.
Just ask Cheong-san.
Forget it.
Seriously, he and Su-hyeok are really close.
Why don't you just ask Cheong-san how he feels? [scoffs.]
No.
On-jo.
You have to listen to me.
There's a good chance Su-hyeok already told him everything.
It doesn't matter.
He'll make fun of me.
Put mine away too, gopher.
[I-sak.]
Hey, Cheong-san.
On-jo needs to talk to you.
Hey.
So, you're close to Su-hyeok, right? For sure.
Why? Told you? What is it? Nothing.
So get lost.
- [I-sak.]
So, On-jo - Hey.
[whispers.]
You're dead.
Understood.
Hey.
A real friend would help out right now.
[whispers.]
What is it? [scoffs.]
Wait a second? Did Su-hyeok say something? No.
Did you fight? I just said no.
Then what's going on, did he say that he likes you? Did he say that? - What? - That he likes me? Who? Su-hyeok? No? He didn't say anything? Hmm, what are you talking about? Earlier - You can't tell anyone, okay? - About what? You really can't tell anyone.
About what, On-jo? I asked him out earlier, but I don't know.
[On-jo.]
He hasn't said anything.
[ambient music.]
Hey.
Yeah, what? Any chance you could ask him what he thinks about me? [laughs awkwardly.]
We're not close.
Yeah, you are.
No, we're not, really.
Can't you help me out for once? You're not my friend.
[ambient music continues.]
[sighs.]
[foreboding music.]
[students screaming.]
[students clamoring.]
[glass cracking.]
[screaming.]
Shit.
Shit.
[glass shatters.]
[rhythmic suspenseful music.]
Move! Move! [grunts.]
[groans.]
- [growling.]
- [screaming.]
- [snarling.]
- [screaming.]
[growls.]
[grunts.]
[rhythmic suspenseful music.]
[gasps.]
[screaming.]
[growling.]
[whimpers.]
[growls.]
[rhythmic suspenseful music fades.]
[closing theme music.]
ALL CHARACTERS, LOCATIONS, ORGANIZATIONS, AND EVENTS IN THIS SHOW ARE FICTIONAL.