My Dear Keum Hong
Production & Planning Lee Tae-won
Kim Kap-soo
Kim Su-cheol
Lee Ji-eun
Screenplay Yu Ji-hyeong Adaptation Yook Sang-hyo
Cinematography Park Seung-bae Lighting Kim Kang-il
Music Kim Su-cheol Editing Kim Hyeon
Art director Kim Yu-jun Prop Kim Ho-gil
Makeup Hong Dong-eun Costume Lee Hae-yun
Mix & Recording Kang Dae-seong Recording Yang Hu-bo
Director Kim Yu-jin
I'm not sure if you'll remember, I'm Keum Hong from Baekcheon.
You have aged quite a bit.
Time sure goes fast.
Please visit me when you can.
It's a great place for painting.
I miss Baekcheon.
This feels very awkward.
After returning to Gyeongseong from my studies in Tokyo,
I held a homecoming exhibition right away.
My paintings had a Fauvist approach which was new,
and they became the talk of the town.
Hello.
I'm Lee Tae-jun from Joseon Joongang Daily.
Oh, the writer Lee Tae-jun.
Congratulations on your successful exhibition.
It's widely rumored that it shook up the old-fashioned art circle in Korea.
Thank you.
Please explain Fauvism for our newspaper readers.
Let's take a photo first.
Over there.
Yi Sang
This is great!
You've brought on modernism with one blow.
You owe us a drink for stirring up our city.
I'm Yi Sang.
Long time no see, Ji-yong.
Park Tae-won, Kim Gi-rim! Here you are, all of you!
Oh, Tae-jun!
- Congratulations! - Congratulation!
Thank you, Bon-wung.
You know what I saw in your art?
I saw a genius.
You mean that?
It takes one genius to recognize another.
Then I'm not a genius.
Because I see no genius in you.
Hey, Jeong Ji-yong.
Let's have a poem to go with the drinks.
Please recite Cafe France, your immortal masterpiece.
Yes, right. All other poems are just rubbish.
Oh, you folks...
Under the lady palm that was transplanted
stands a stone lantern with a tilt.
Take us to Cafe France, I...
Shikaku naibuno, shikaku naibuno.
Shikakuni nata undozo, shikakuni nata undozo.
Hey!
Isn't my poem worth listening?
Why do you have to ruin my poem with Jap talk?
Jap talk?
Is Cafe France Korean then?
Think of what's happening in our country! So thoughtless.
You're so thoughtless.
What did you see in Painter Gu's art?
Didn't you see true freedom that overcomes the strong time?
Gu is the only true artist here.
The rest are bumpkins of the 19th century. All trash!
Who are you calling trash? Huh?
- Why you! - Calm down.
Overcome the time? Ha!
Leave it, Gi-rim. He has a chip on his shoulder.
Right. He'll be back when he's sober.
Let's just enjoy our drinks. Sit down.
This party is over. I'm going somewhere else.
Good bye, everyone.
A nice stick you got there.
Ill-mannered fool!
Ignorant fool!
A clown!
A Fauvist beast!
A good-for-nothing punk!
The universe is dependent on multiples of numbers.
People, discard numbers.
Silently accept me as protons of electrons.
Spectre.
The X-axis, the Y-axis and the Z-axis.
This poem is more modern and progressive than any others I've seen.
I just changed numbers and symbols into texts. That's all.
I used to be an architect.
No, you truly broke down the stereotype of poems.
Yi Sang, you are a genius.
Genius?
I told you, it takes a genius to recognize another.
Genius?
Yes, you are a genius.
You're so silly.
Please take this quick.
You come to me every time you need money to go drinking.
Last week, it was an essay. Two days ago, it was a letter.
You're going too far.
They are written by a genius. A letter or even a bank book, so what?
- Come on. - Take it away.
Hey!
Come on, bro.
You're a total rascal.
Okay. What is it this time?
Here.
Memos About Lines 1.
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8.
1 dot dot, 2 dot dot.
Huh?
Are you playing war games?
This isn't a poem, they are just codes.
Good. Boxing is a sport that satisfies the violent nature of men.
Why are you doing this?
They are Japanese scoundrels. Let's just go.
Hey! You!
What are you doing to that lady?
What's a hunchback doing here?
A monkey?
Hang on.
I'm Officer Hasegawa of Jongno Police.
Shall I take you in for punishment?
Good job!
Thank you.
I'm Kim Yeong-suk, a student at Ewha Woman's University.
I have to go to Ahyeonmaru but the trains have stopped.
Then let's go to his place, it's nearby.
- Fine by me! - Let's go.
Oh, you are a painter.
I'm a Fauvist painter.
It’s an art movement that started in France a few years ago.
Like Picasso.
Nothing like Picasso.
He's more of a Cubist.
Have some coffee.
It's MJB brand.
April edition of Joseon and Architecture.
My poem is published in here.
- Here. - Wow!
Then you're a poet?
A man who loves all forms of art.
Ah!
We need some drinks to talk all night.
Right. Some drinks.
I'll get a bottle of Scottish whisky.
Give you the know-how?
It's really easy.
First.
A girl usually has her guard up when you chat her up.
So the mood has to be...
I can see a fine husband in your future.
Really? Oh, I get that a lot.
Please let go.
Do you want to spend the night together?
Mother, when did Brother come home last night?
At dawn.
Yi Sang was adopted by his father's elder brother,
and returned in 23 years when his uncle passed away.
Please be quiet. You'll wake him up.
Okay.
Yi Sang always wanted to escape from his family,
but always worried about them at the same time.
Hey, my friend. Drinking in broad daylight?
Great timing. I need a drinking buddy.
- Oh? - Say hello.
She's my secret savior and goddess.
We studied together at Tokyo Art School.
She just came back yesterday.
Nice to meet you. I'm Choi Gyeong-ja.
I'm Yi Sang.
It's an honor to be with such a beauty.
Oh, you. Why do you stare at me like that?
What do you like about Painter Gu's art?
His vigorous artist sprit.
Oh, his artist spirit.
And where did you find that spirit?
In his paintings, his money? Then in pleasures?
You are speaking out of line.
Oh, it's money.
She doesn't want your art or body.
She just wants your money.
The truth looks like a young maiden,
but once you grasp it, you'll feel the wrinkled hand.
Thus spoke Zarathustra.
So no more secrets.
Poor and empty is a man without secrets.
I write this letter as I cough blood.
I really don't want to die in this white hospital room.
I miss you, Bon-wung.
Where is the patient?
Oh, he's run off again. Doctor!
Where have you been, my friend?
I knew you'd forgive me.
Welcome!
- Welcome. - Come on. Let's go inside.
You're Korea's first Fauvist hunchback painter, our own Toulouse Lautrec.
More like the hunchback of Notre Dame than Lautrec.
But you're the son of a millionaire.
But you were born with good looks.
You have no idea!
My father only had seven fingers.
I was adopted by his elder brother because my family was so poor.
They were so proud when I became an architect
for the Japanese Government General in Korea.
But I gave up my duty to the family.
I'm just a coward and an escapist with personality disorders.
So we are just a cripple and a loser.
What are we to do in these hard times?
What to do? You buy the drinks and I drink them. Then...
- Girls! - Girls!
Yikes! What is this?
I knew it. Let's go back to the hospital.
The hump on your back and
my putrid lumps of blood are signs of a genius.
Let's drink to that. Okay?
He hated the hospital more than death itself
so we left Gyeongseong and headed to
Baekcheon Hot Springs as a recuperative measure.
Are you going to be okay?
We're almost there already!
Any girls?
Girls at this country tavern? Ha!
Looking at you, we don't need girls.
My husband died five years ago, so what good are my looks?
Oh!
Oh! Oh, my goodness!
Oh! It's killing me.
Oh! Oh, my goodness!
Oh!
Where is this woman? She hasn't even cleared out the table.
Field...
- She went to the field. - The field?
Yes.
We're in trouble. Her husband is here!
Help! Help! He's going to kill me.
Help! Oh, you bastards!
You bastards!
Stop right there, you thieves!
Oh, this is so soothing.
- Hey, man. - So soothing.
You should've put the towel on your crotch, not your back.
It's azalea wine, a specialty of Baekcheon.
We don't drink.
- Just a cup... - We quit drinking.
I see.
There is a man who shoots bullets into my lungs.
As I lie carefully and quietly in my sick bed,
I notice something in the yard rolling around by the wind.
The stars are wavering.
Just as my memories begin to lose their order,
I diagnose my sickness in my childhood pictures.
In my lungs, the polished crosses grow day by day.
The cook and the angel in my lungs sometimes urinate.
The numbers on my calendar gradually decrease.
The neon sign is gaunt like a saxophone.
And my veins are gaunt like a whistle tune.
A white angel knocks lightly in my lungs.
The water boils quietly in my lungs that are like the dusk.
Sang!
Sang, my friend!
I have to go to Gyeongseong tomorrow.
- Gyeongseong? - Yes.
I need to get some money.
We should stay here about a year.
Why all of a sudden?
This place...
I love this place.
Medicine at such a youthful age.
Mr. Mr.
Did you call for me?
Where is that drum sound coming from?
Could be Neonglajeong. May be Nampojeong.
- Please take me there. - What?
I get to drink there.
But you said you don't drink.
- I can't take it anymore. - Sure. Okay.
I'm Keum Hong.
How delightful!
I like the way you drink.
I like a well-mannered man like you.
She called me well-mannered.
What's going on? You're shaving?
What took you so long?
We have somewhere to go. Let's go.
Huh? Let me just catch my breath.
Let's go. You'll see when we get there.
This is for you, Mr. Painter.
So you've already met?
Well...
Life has many surprises.
- So what do you think? - Tastes good.
Not the wine, the girl!
Shall we try it with her?
Sure.
Let's drink.
Rock, paper, scissors. Rock, paper, scissors.
Rock, paper, scissors. Rock...
Let's stop.
But we must decide who will be with her tonight.
- Rock... - But not here...
Scissors!
I won.
Scissors.
That rascal.
Rock, paper, scissors.
- Take it off. - No.
You are an expert at rock, paper, scissors.
Take it off.
No, you take it off.
That's cheating.
Sir, it's time for your medicine.
- You had a child. - How do you know that?
I know everything.
- I did. - When?
I got married at sixteen and had him at seventeen.
- Where is he? - He died.
I will be that son.
Mommy, I want to go back inside your womb.
What's that sound?
He must that intelligent guy who studied in France.
Oh, mademoiselle.
Je t'aime!
Hey, don't move.
- Do I look pretty? - Yes.
Do you like me?
I'm curious about something.
What?
How do hunchback do it?
What do you do when you go to bed?
Tres bon!
Let's do the counting and see.
I need a break.
Why are you out here?
You said you were playing majong. Sorry, I'm late.
I lost everything waiting for you.
- What? You're broke? - Yes.
No worry. I'll win it all back for you.
Don't worry.
The fun's over. We were just about to wrap it up.
No way. The fun starts now.
Let's play.
Why is so hot?
Here it is!
Hello, money. Long time no see.
Keum Hong!
Do you like me?
- Yes. - Why?
Don't know. Just do.
Do you like me?
Of course I love you. I even stopped coughing up blood.
What do you like about me?
Your smell.
Smell? What smell?
The lemon smell.
What's lemon?
This the smell of lemon.
You're tickling me.
It's okay, Keum Hong.
- I don't want to. - Just go.
You're testing me, aren't you?
No. Let's just have some fun.
I'm a courtesan but I have my principles.
Of course, I know that.
- Do you love me? - Of course.
So you love me, right?
Of course.
- Fine. But don't change your mind. - Of course not.
Bon-wung. Come and check out the fun!
- Isn't it a roar? - What do you think you're doing?
Les Miserables. To hell with all that.
Damn! Where are my clothes?
How should I know?
Gosh. Where did they go?
- Put this on instead. - Huh?
Geez!
Bonjour, monsieur.
Are you sure it's okay, Mr. Yi Sang?
Sure. You can go in.
But she's your woman.
I'm not her husband.
Oh, then I will oblige.
Thank you so much. Thank you so much.
Mr. Sakaki was saying thank you over and over again.
He sure is a first-class citizen.
What are you going to do?
What do you mean?
Keum Hong may be just a courtesan,
but you can't pass her around like that?
Nonsense. I love Keum Hong.
You give her to other man and yet you say you love her.
Really?
It's genius Yi Sang's radical love.
Rubbish! You're just using her,
calling it revolutionary and modern.
You're just selfish and egotistical.
You're a hypocrite!
Just say you can't bear seeing the girl you like corrupting herself.
You're a beast of a man!
Yes, I'm a beast and you're a camel!
Someday.
Your work, your life,
There will be a time you're going to deny it all.
A 20th century radical Fauvist still hung up on 19th century ethics.
How come you look so down?
- Are you sick? - No.
Go and get yourself a drink.
If you run out, then put it on my tab.
Where are you going?
Some rich old guy wants to see me.
The scenery on your canvas is also like a wild beast.
Stop joking around.
Hey, Bon-wung.
I'm going to Gyeongseong tomorrow.
Then let me go with you.
I got a telegram notifying my uncle's one-year memorial service.
What will you do about Keum Hong?
My heart feels heavy leaving you behind.
Some go, some stay. What's the point?
Goodbye to you too, Mr. Ku.
All the best in your paintings.
Hope everything goes well for you too.
I'm always great.
My lover is gone, but the love in my heart remains.
Where shall I put my heart?
What to do with all this love?
I'll unfurl it when my lover comes back.
We came back to Gyeongseong.
Poems that Yi Sang wrote in Baekcheon were published in some catholic papers
and attracted the attention of some writers.
I can't take it anymore. Do you have any cigarettes?
Yes, here.
I try to quit but it's too hard.
- What are you up to? - Just doodling.
Kim Yu-jeong is here. You wanted to meet him.
Kim Yu-jeong? I should meet him.
You're the famous novelist with consumption, Kim Yu-jeong!
And you're the famous poet with an evil tongue, Yi Sang!
- How is your coughing? - The same as usual.
- How about your hemorrhoid? - Also the same as usual!
Kim Yu-jeong has joined our group as of today.
Now we have two coughing geniuses in our Nine Writers Club.
Thanks to you, I'm a coughing genius.
This coughing genius wants to sniff some lemon scent.
What is he doing? What a crazy man!
You want some action, then just say so. Where are you sticking your head?
Jerk!
To hell with lemons! Stick to oranges!
When the body withers, the mind is sharp. But why can't I write?
May be your body is reviving.
I miss Baekcheon.
Come on. Let's go.
I really miss Keum Hong.
Then why don't you bring her here?
Bring her here?
Get married,
or open a cafe and have her as the madam.
Madam?
A cafe madam!
Madam Keum Hong...
That's it. Why didn't I think of that?
This is all that remains of your severance pay.
Why did you quit your architect job at the Japanese Government General in Korea?
Don't go back to that again.
Right, he will look after us all.
It's going be to a hub for the artists in Gyeongseong. What do you think?
What will you call the cafe?
Tsubame. The Swallow.
The Swallow?
A swallow flew in from Baekcheon.
We can get married. Yi Sang
Your painting is really fine.
What's going on? May be she didn't get the telegram.
No, we already sent five.
Damn it! Who talked me into starting this dumb cafe?
It was you, wasn't it?
- Calm down, man. - Let's just forget it all.
Forget it all! I knew it! To hell with everything.
Hey!
Dame it all!
I'll send another telegram.
Come on!
Hey! You're here!
Hey, aren't you curious about how hunchbacks do it?
I am.
This is like Yi Sang's literature salon.
It's rather cozy.
Goodbye.
- Where is the madam on the opening day? - Just have some rice cakes.
Hello. Hope to see you a lot.
Hello. Please come by often.
Like they say, she sure is just like Jeanne Duval.
Look at the camera.
And you, please move on, sir.
Here we go.
We made only 5 won.
How are we going to keep the business afloat like this?
Don't worry.
We have the prettiest madam in Gyeongseong.
What are you working on so hard?
What's this? Is it a poem?
It's not a poem. They are words of venom.
The poem is right here.
- Yikes! You're tickling me. - I want to smell your lemon scent.
- You're tickling me. - Smells like heaven.
Where have you been? I've been waiting for you.
I read your poems.
I knew you'd appreciate them.
It's very unique.
I'm not sure if it's a good material for newspapers.
What does Ogamdo mean?
Tae-jun always grants anything you ask for. Come on.
I'll ask, but don't get your hopes up.
Geez. Come on.
13 children rush down a street.
A dead-end alley is suitable.
The first child says it's frightening.
The second child says it's frightening.
The third child says it's frightening.
The fourth child says it's frightening.
No editor in this country will appreciate this poem but you.
The readers won't understand it.
Come on!
I've heard of Jogamdo, but Ogamdo?
Come on.
Can't you feel the poem?
Doesn't your heart pound?
Only because it's you, but still...
Hello, madam.
Hello.
Please drop by often for our MJB coffee.
My name is Park. I own a pawnshop across the street.
Your MJB coffee is going to run out very soon.
Such soft hands.
I'll get your coffee. I'm a little busy.
Busy? I'm the only customer here.
Please wait.
What do you think? Nice, huh?
- What is? - Madam Swallow!
She's like a slender swallow in the sky.
- Do you want to do her? - Sure!
Who are you by the way?
I'm her lover.
Her what...
Why are you so late? You'd better hurry.
Oh, the check for the coffee.
Let's go. You'll see when we get there.
- Where did he go? - I don't know.
This pays for more than ten cups.
Hello.
Ok-hui, what are you doing here?
Mother sent me.
Wait just a minute.
- Who is that? - My little sister.
Don't we have more?
This is everything.
Give this to Mother.
How come cafe is empty?
Don’t worry. It's going well.
- Who is that woman? - Your sister-in-law.
Really?
You know we are all counting on you.
It's the newspaper.
It's the newspaper. Newspaper.
Here I am! Here I am!
Keum Hong, come and look at this!
See my name here?
My poem Ogamdo is in the papers.
Wow, that really is your name.
Finally this ignorant nation has recognized a genius.
- Then we're going to be rich, right? - Of course!
It doesn't matter if the second child is a scared one.
It doesn't matter if the first child is a scared one.
An open road will also do.
It doesn't matter if the thirteen children don't rush down the roads.
Geez...
It has a surrealistic feel to it.
It's just a gimmick trying to shock people.
Cheap imitation.
A pathetic attempt to overthrow Korea's literary traditions.
He's a total lunatic and charlatan. He's crazy.
Why write such a poem at a time like this?
He just wants to help the Japanese, doesn't he?
Now that Kafka is dead, such rubbish is going around.
What kind of a newspaper would print such crap?
You all look dazed.
Oh, Tae-jun!
Thanks to you, that newspaper has been gifted a great honor.
The honor of publishing the poem of a genius.
Oh, hello.
I'm the writer of the great poem Ogamdo.
Don't stare at me such admiration. No need, really.
Inferiority complex is bad for your health.
The first child says it's frightening. The second child says it's frightening.
The third child says it's frightening.
- Are you sure this will bring us money? - Of course.
The fourth child says it's frightening. The fifth child says it's frightening.
The sixth...
The sixth child says it's frightening. The seventh child says it's frightening.
The eighth child says it's frightening.
You opened the cafe ages ago but no rent money.
- What is going on? - Hello.
I'll come up with it. Please don't worry.
When will that be? You've said that so many times.
My man's work was in the newspaper, so don't worry.
- Promise me you'll pay up this month. - Okay.
- Do you promise? - Yes.
I wouldn't trust her man. He's a real weirdo.
I'd rather trust you. Right, madam?
- Two cups of MJB coffee. - Jerk!
What did you say?
I didn't write the poem.
Why are you swearing at me, you bastard?
Geez!
I'm so sick of this.
The father of the father of the father?
What's all this about the father?
The father of the father. How many times does the word father.
I need you to go down to the printing department.
Ogamdo has been changed to Jogamdo again.
How much longer are we going to print his poems?
I'm sick of it too. Some guy even calls my home at night.
I'm so sick of this damn Ogamdo shit!
- What the heck is this? - You call this a poem?
The only things you call poems are like a girl's diary.
It's just nonsense that doesn't make any sense.
A poem is not an instruction manual to be understood.
You have to know what it's about at least.
What's a poem? You don't explain a poem, you ignorant fool.
Then what is a poem to you?
It's the creative act of a poet. There!
Nobody understands your poems, so why write them, fool!
I write them for me.
I spew out my pains and despair through my poems. So there!
The one that fights is one that didn't use to fight.
The one that fights is also one that doesn't fight.
So if the one that fights wants to watch a fight.
Then watch a fight by the one that didn't use to fight.
Or watch a fight by the one that doesn't fight.
Or even better watch the one that didn't use to fight.
Or doesn't fight not fight.
I'm inside a building without mirrors.
I, inside the mirror, is away.
I am trembling with fear at the me inside the mirror.
What is the me in mirror planning to do with me?
I've done all I can. Can't do it anymore.
But we must try new things for Korean literature.
Enough! Do you know what they're saying about us?
They say we are crazier fools than Yi Sang.
Bon-wung, this is the climax of Ogamdo.
They pulled the plug on Ogamdo.
Delicious MJB coffee. Come to The Swallow Cafe.
맛이 좋아 MJB 더 맛이 좋아 MJP 제비다방으로 오세요
What's wrong? What happened?
Keum Hong!
Are you sick?
- They stopped printing Ogamdo. - They stopped?
- So it won't be in the newspaper anymore? - No.
Don't worry. It's all because you are too good for them.
Ignorant fools! They don't have the eye for such a masterpiece.
Don't cry, okay? Don't cry.
Give this to the landlord.
I don't think this is enough.
Tell him I'll give him the rest in a few days. Okay?
Okay.
Hey, give that to me.
I'll give it to the landlord.
- Who am I, boy? - My boss.
Then give it to me.
I became famous thanks to you, Tae-jun.
Such a celebrity can't die over this.
Here's Yi Sang's 'I'm doing fine' drink.
There!
Let's drink to the death of Korean literature!
Madam! How can you do this to me?
You said you'll pay up no matter what!
So keep your word.
If you can't pay the rent today, then vacate the shop!
I'm not moving an inch!
Damn that noisy old bastard.
Hey, you go home. I don't want you here.
What do you think you are doing?
What am I supposed to do?
Drinking is the last thing an ailing man like you should be doing.
What are you doing? Do you think this is a joke?
How am I supposed to pay the rent?
Stop it!
Do you even know what I'm saying?
We are going to get kicked out.
Will you give money if I pawn a watch?
Of course.
- How about a jade hair pin? - Sure.
- A gold ring? - Yes.
Why do you ask?
What if this girl has no gold rings, jade hair pin or watches?
What can she give to get money?
This isn't the way it works.
You've seen the goods, so show me the money.
Only the price of ten coffees? What a miser.
Hello there.
Why don't you take it all off?
So soft for a man's hand.
Not as soft as your behind.
- Three glasses of Calpis. - Okay.
Do you think we're goldfish? That's our ninth drink already.
Stop making a fuss. You all have too much money.
- Madam! - Hang on.
Mr. Ku, it's been a long time.
Sang is not here right now.
You're running a good business here.
It's like a bar.
Mr. Gu, don't look at me like that.
That girl. She sure looks tasty.
Good! Clinch him!
Don't let go! Clinch him!
Hey, Sang! You should look after the cafe.
Keum Hong seems to be going too extreme.
Extreme?
Then you go and have some fun too.
The coffee is really good here.
That fool ripped off the button.
You're late.
You whore. You dirty whore.
What? Whore?
You're calling me a whole, you bastard?
How do you think I'm getting our food?
What?
A whore? You dare call me a whore?
Come here.
You dare call me a whore?
How do you think I'm getting our food?
A whore? You're calling me a whore?
Come here! Where do you think you're going?
A whore, you bastard?
Come here! Where are you running off too?
That bastard called me a...
The madam is gone.
He's been like that for days since she left.
Please get us some coffee.
We've run out.
Then get us some tea.
We're out of tea too.
What a business they're running here!
Just get me an ashtray.
Hello, boys! It's been a while.
Yu-jeong!
Why...
You look terrible.
Look who's talking.
I thought a corpse was walking in.
You'll die if you keep on going like this.
I know it's hard for you since she left, but this isn't right.
Girls and rickshaws are always on call.
A great man doesn't get dragged down by a girl.
My poem made me famous.
This time I will cause a sensation in the country with a novel.
- Hello. - Let's come on in.
Hello.
Don't talk to me about him anymore.
Once you step into this night life, there is no going back.
You've wanted to sleep with me since we first met, right?
- Stop it. - Why?
I'll do it for free like, like I did with him.
This isn’t right, Keum Hong.
Stop being so proud.
You men are all the same.
Come on. Do it.
Don't ever come looking for me again.
Do you know the genius that became taxidermized?
I am joyful.
This love affair is joyful.
Only when my body and worn out and weary,
my mind becomes clear like a silver coin.
When nicotine enters my worm-infected stomach,
a white sheet of paper unfolds in my head.
I lay down wit and paradox like a go game grid.
It's a hateful disease of the common sense.
Hello.
My name is Byeon Dong-lim.
I am a fan of your writing.
It's obvious you won't become an ordinary citizen.
Here we go.
One, two, three.
Tell me the first.
An inn in Incheon.
I know that one. Tell me the second.
Say it. Say it.
- At S's office. - Tell me the third.
- Restaurant Eumbyeokjeong. - Tell me the fourth.
How long are you going to play these games?
Please stop!
You're a genius of transformation!
Hey, I'll go to Tokyo and become an electrical engineer.
I will become fluent in five languages.
Enough with the drinks!
Freier geist!
Invitation de voyage.
You know where Keum Hong is, right?
Come on. You must look after yourself.
Where is Keum Hong?
Keum Hong! Keum Hong!
Oh, Tokyo. Tokyo.
Keum Hong. Keum Hong. Tokyo. Tokyo.
No. Keum Hong. Keum Hong.
Tokyo. Tokyo. No.
How is your hemorrhoid?
The same as usual.
How about coughing blood?
The same as usual.
All we do is exchange silly greetings.
Isn't that right?
Let us geniuses commit suicide together.
I don't want to.
I don't want to die.
Let's just die.
I want to live.
Let's die together.
I can't die because I want to eat a fried chicken.
You really want to live, huh?
You know where she is, right?
A big X.
It's like the grade for my life.
You were right.
I deluded myself thinking that I was Korea's most avant garde.
You were right.
Family, love, and even literature.
I betrayed everything.
All for myself.
I was a hypocrite to Keum Hong.
I never gave her true love,
only look for consolation.
I'm going to Tokyo.
I want to start again.
I'll come back soon.
Goodbye.
Tokyo turned out to be a disappointment.
It's a cheap and mean place.
I came here looking for a life and it's nothing but a disappointment.
I'm so lonely.
I haven't found anyone I can call a friend yet.
My health is not good.
I envy your good health.
When will I step on Gyeongseong's soil again?
The future is unclear.
Dear Yi Sang who is 26 years and 3 months old.
You are a scarecrow, an old man.
A skeleton with knees up the ears.
No, no. You are your own distant ancestor.
He left this epitaph and died in Tokyo.
Excuse me. Do you know where this place is?
- This address? - Yes.
- Go straight and then that way. - Thank you.
She will be back soon. Please wait here.
He's a hunchback.
He died six months after going to Tokyo.
That poor man.
Are you leaving?
Yes.
Sang left this for you.
My beloved dear.
All my life, I would never forget you.
I know I don't deserve to ever have you.
But I will still cherish you on my own.
May you always be loved.
Bon-wung, I want to smell the lemon scent.