Memoir of a Murderer

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YOU JEONG-HUN

- Salute!

- Yup.

Look who's here again.

Did you forget where you live again?

- Help him with the bag.

- Of course.

- You can give that to me.

- Take it easy.

Let's see now.

Then do you know me?

What's my name?

An...

An...

Byung...

Don't remember.

Who are you?

Aw, that hurts.

What's with the puppy?

He brought it.

Dad!

You okay?

Are you alright?

Look.

This is the record button.

Push this and record things in advance.

I had noodles with Eun-hee.

I should eat dinner at home.

I had noodles with Eun-hee.

If you forget,

you'll order noodles again.

That's why I write in my journal.

Remembering yesterday is pointless!

You can't remember what you'll do today.

If I forget to record,

it's all pointless too.

So don't remember, make it a habit.

Habits last a lot longer.

Do as I say!

I'm sick of fetching you

at the station during work.

I recorded your song

'Spring Rain' in there.

Forget it then!

Take this too.

Our address is on it.

Don't worry.

I won't let you change my diapers.

Dad!

3 months ago

I was diagnosed with dementia.

The doctor said,

recent memories will flicker

like traffic lights,

and all memories will fade in time.

It's vascular dementia,

but we're not sure what stage it's at.

The hippocampus has shrunk,

so Alzheimer's progressing too.

Can the symptoms stop?

They can be slowed down,

but they can't be stopped.

Try to hold onto the memories.

Alright...

Whoa...

You had brain surgery

after an accident.

We'll have to do a full

medical checkup,

but this could be due to a hemorrhage

from that or an aftereffect.

A body of a woman in her 20s

was found in Kanghwa City today.

This is the 2nd murder case in the city

after a high school girl

was found dead last month.

The police stated that

both bodies share similarities,

and they are open to the possibility

of a new serial killing case.

The body was inside a piece of luggage

and thrown away in this mud flat.

The victim was identified

as a 20-year-old resident of Kanghwa,

and much like the last victim,

her body was wrapped in plastic,

and bruises were found

on her neck and wrists.

It's getting dark,

where are you going?

I told you, it's my friend's birthday.

There was a murder in the next town.

Don't worry!

Be careful of the stove, okay?

Murder isn't all that common!

But it can be, Eun-hee.

Because I am a murderer.

Memory

Journal

Autumn, 1971,

Father returned home.

When I opened the door...

My white shoe

was covered in kimchi sauce...

Byung-su.

Shouldn't you greet your dear father?

"He beat me mercilessly."

Honey, don't do this!

At attention.

At attention!

At attention!

"His slap was still first-rate."

Byung-su!

Byung-su!

Brother...!

Alright, boy.

Let me give you a proper beating today.

It was the look of a beast.

My sister shook in fear.

Curfew in effect!

I trembled all night

after burying the body.

But the day after,

and the day after that,

no one came to arrest me.

And peace found its way to our home.

I realized then that obligatory murder

exists in the world.

I continued to kill after that day.

The seafood merchant

who beat his family every day.

That wasn't murder.

Let's call it 'cleansing.'

There were plenty of people

who deserved to die,

and I began to cleanse them

from this world.

For swallowing a diamond ring,

she beat her dog to death,

and brought it to me

to cut its belly open.

An alcoholic homeless man

who took in runaways

and used them as slaves.

A loan shark who led an entire

family to its demise.

None of them deserved

to exist in this world.

Most of the trash I collected

are buried in this bamboo grove.

I didn't just kill.

If you think about it,

I saved lives.

Lives of men and animals...

what's the difference?

No lunch yet?

I brought your favorite.

Giant dumplings.

You can't buy these

without lining up.

I don't like giant dumplings.

Come on!

Eat it or toss it.

Whoa, it's hot.

Isn't it amazing?

I'll have one too.

I'm glad I can still work

even with dementia.

30 years of muscle memory

won't just fade away.

It's alright, kitty.

Good, very good.

I had forgotten about

the morning injection.

Michelle died after

3 anticancer injections.

- Mom!

- Let go!

- Don't do this!

- Michelle!

- Please, mom!

- Let go!

Don't do this!

Michelle...

That was the last straw.

I ate noodles for dinner.

I took dementia pills too.

I'm going to poetry lecture

at the Community Center at 7.

The knife pierces through

the bones and muscles.

Crimson blood splatters

on my chest.

Eun-hee said poetry is good

for dementia and signed me up.

But it's nauseating.

People don't know what his deal is,

but he gets involved

with these cougars.

The old me would've

buried him already.

Mr. Kim?

You've never learned

how to write poetry before?

Does it require schooling?

Of course not.

Early bad habits could

ruin your wording.

It's perfect as is.

With raw language

and the imagination of death,

you can show the futility of life.

With such an acute choice of words.

Like so, poetry cannot be learned.

Like Mr. Kim,

the poet captures language

and kills it like an experienced killer.

By the way, Mr. Kim.

Have you ever killed someone?

Right.

My apologies.

I was being funny!

Funny?

According to Eun-hee,

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