- March. - March.
Private Kim! Private Yoon!
Corporal Jang!
Stop moving.
Don't stand there, and move it. Quickly.
- He's a citizen now. - But he was our senior before.
Stop moving!
You've gone crazy, so stop.
Gone crazy?
Roll to the left. Roll to the right.
Crawl forward. You're pathetic. On your head.
Listen carefully. I'm still active. Got it?
Yes, sir!
- I can't hear you. - What the hell are you doing?
Why? Is it wrong to straighten up these weaklings?
- Are you crazy? - Crazy?
Who's crazy?
Sons of bitches, on your heads.
On your heads!
On your backs!
Back on your heads!
Listen carefully. I'm not discharged.
I'm still your senior, 1st Private Kang Han-chul.
- Got that? - Yes, sir.
I haven't discharged. Got that?
What are you bastards doing?
Why are you taking orders from a civilian? Get up!
- Don't move! - Bastard, pull yourself together.
Go back to base.
It's detention for anyone who listens to this bastard.
Get moving!
Where are you going? This place is forbidden to civilians.
Private Kim, go back in as well.
Hey, Kang Han-chul! Are you crazy?
Damn it. All because of a crazy lunatic.
What?
Did I say something wrong?
Why does that lunatic keep bothering us?
For punks or soldiers?
- Who ordered coffee? - Here.
Just anyone take it.
What are you looking at?
- Damn it. - Drink the coffee.
- Two sugars. - Okay.
- Salute. - Salute.
Weren't you discharged? What's with the uniform?
- Like it that much? - Who's discharged?
You've gone crazy like everyone said. It's punishment for killing Young-gil.
You asshole!
Bastard!
You son of a bitch!
Bastard.
Mister. Mister. Are you okay? Try to get up.
Han-chul, are you okay?
Young-gil.
Young-gil. Young-gil.
Whoever was at the billiard come out.
The bastards who watched Private Kang get beaten!
Bend over.
- Bend over! - I can't.
- What? - Why do we have to help a civilian? A lunatic at that.
He killed a civilian by mistake so why get on our case?
Bastard!
I'm being patient here, but outside the army, I don't lose to anyone.
- Don't abuse your seniority. - Bastard.
If we had met outside... Damn it.
- Bastard. - Private Kim. Please be patient.
- Put it on easy! - Please be calm.
It's done.
Damn it. All because of that crazy son of a bitch.
I think I know how he's feeling.
- Isn't he his comrade? - Who are you kidding?
Why are you doing this? It's just my opinion.
Salute.
- Get out of here, fuck. - 2nd Private Cho.
Fuck, are you done talking?
Yeah, I'm done, you crazy bastard. Go away!
Private Cho, please stop.
Let go.
So what? So what?
Come here, asshole. Come here!
Private Cho.
Private Cho, please stop.
Go. Go, you son of a bitch, and never come back. Got it?
See what happens if you do.
It's a fishing tube.
A fishing tube spotted at 200 meters 3 o'clock, over.
Freeze! Bluebird.
Hey, Han-chul.
What's up with your face?
Don't move!
- Are you crazy? - I'm crazy.
Han-chul, stop it.
Know hard you're making it on us?
Please go to the hospital.
- Don't move. - Get rid of your gun.
I can't.
Think anybody can shoot a person?
Shoot.
Shoot me.
If not, I will.
One. Two.
Do you wanna die, asshole?
Go before I call the MP.
Manage your gun right!
Don't screw up, got it?
Go! Damn it.
Hey! Hey!
Young-gil. Young-gil.
What is it?
Platoon Leader, here!
Platoon Leader, over here!
Hey, Han-chul.
- This bastard has gone totally insane. - Han-chul.
Let go! Let go! Let go! Stay still. Get on.
- Let go! - Go. Stay still!
- Let go! - Stay still!
2 to 3, 3 to 5, 5 to 2, 2 to 5, 5 to...
Wait.
One, two...
Catch him!
- Are you okay, sir? - Just go catch him, idiot!
Let's go.
let go of it.Damn it. Go inside.Go inside.
Get up.
Stop it. Get up.
Hurry and get up. Get up. Get up...
Sons of bitches. Come here. Come here!
Open up.
- Open up, asshole! - Civilians can't enter!
Open up asshole.
Or I'll slice you like a fish! Open it now!
Open up, you sons of bitches! Open it now!
Open it, you son of a bitch!
You fucking bastards. Who messed with my sister?
- Who is it? - What are you talking about?
What am I talking about? Are you dumb, asshole?
All of you get ready for detention!
Let's go to the MPs. Come here.
- Let's go! - Hey! Hey!
Open the gate.
Whoever did it, step forward.
Step forward now!
You son of a bitch! Son of a bitch!
You fucking monster. You're not the only bastard.
Come out. Come out now!
Hi.
Salute.
Step back, Miss.
Sons of bitches. You bastard! You bastard!
You fucking bastards! Sons of bitches!
One.
Two. Three. Four. Five. Six.
- The first one out. The rest run! - Yes, sir.
On your knees. Gun over you head.
Are you satisfied now?Let's end it here, and don't go to the MPs.
- And the baby? - Don't worry.
I'll make sure she doesn't get hurt.
You also did it, huh?
- What? - Tell me the truth, if you want to end it.
Hey.Corporal Jang. Move away.
You bastard.
You can do it, right?
But I've never done a gynecological surgery.
Just do it. Tonight at guard post 26. Got it?
Yes, sir.
- You can't. - You bastard.
- It could be my kid or yours! - But you can't do this!
- This is wrong! - You bastard. Wannna see all of us go to detention?
Corporal Jang, go get her.
Do it.
There's no anesthetic.
Just do it.
Get away from here!
You can't! Stop!
- Take him to guard post 25. - Platoon Leader!
- Let go, Private Yoon. It could be your kid. - That's why we're doing this.
Let go!
- Private Kim. - Let go! Let go!
Please calm down. We're scared, too.
Get out of my way.
Haven't you finished yet?
I'm almost done.
Please stop it!
Sun of bitch !
It's already done. Finished, right?
I'm sorry, Private Kim.
Private Kim, we know how you feel. We're going crazy, too.
Die!
Die, you son of a bitch!
Die, you asshole! Die!
Die, you sons of bitches! Die!
Wake up, Unit 3!
Hey, get your asses up now. It's time for duty.
Where's my uniform?
Where are my boots?
Private Kim. Who'd take our stuff?.
Could it be Private Kang?
My gun! Shit, wait.
This is bad. What should I do?
You idiots!
Where the hell are your brains? You lose your precious gun?
You bastard! Teach your soldiers right!
Get up, you bastard!
- Who the hell took it? - I think it was Kang Han-chul.
Son of a bitch is fucking with us.
Shit. Until we find the gun, I won't report it.
- Keep it a secret. Got it? - Yes, sir!
Think Private Kang really stole the gun?
He won't shoot at us, right?
- Did you hear something? - What?
Hey, Private Yoon. Let me see.
You're okay.
What's going on? Who fired?
- Cover the area. - Private Yoon, get up.
- Where did it come from? - Over there.
Kang Han-chul, you son of a bitch!
Salute.
- Salute. - What happened?
Sorry, a new soldier fired by mistake, sir.
How come your platoon is a mess? Get your act right, you idiot!
Think this is some survival game? Know how much a bullet costs, you bastards?
2nd Commander.
How the hell are you training your boys? Get it right!
Yes, sir.
Get it right from now on, got it?
- Yes, sir. - Do you or not?
- Yes -Huh
Get it right, assholes! Got it?
- Sorry, sir. - Get it right!
You bastard!
Run! Run!, you sons of bitches!
Private Kim, move your ass!
One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six!
- Eight! Ten! - The first one out.
The rest run.
Spread out, you bastards.
Run, you bastards!
One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten!
First one out. The rest run.
Stop where you are.
- Lie forward. - Lie forward.
- Lie backwards. - Lie backwards.
Faster!
- Roll to the left. - Roll to the left.
Go faster, you bastards!
- Roll to the right. - Roll to the right.
On your heads!
- On your head, bastard! - On your heads!
One for the enemy. Two for destroy.
- One! - Enemy!
- Two! - Destroy!
One for spirit. Two for unification.
- One! - Spirit!
- Two! - Unification!
Until we catch that bastard Kang Han-chul, don't change your uniforms.
- Got it? - Yes, sir!
Calm down.
- You bastard! - Let go!
Stop it.
Calm yourself.
Raise your arms.
- Dispatch to your duties. - Dispatch.
- Private Cho, aren't you scared? - About what?
- What's to be scared about? - Kang Han-chul stole Private Kim's gun.
Think he'll try to shoot you?
Don't say shit like that, bastard.
- I have to go piss. Watch my gun. - Okay.
What the hell?
Who is it?
Fucking bastard.
- Flag. - Hibiscus flower.
- Who is it? - It's me.
That was sneaky, damn it.
What was sneaky?
Stop playing games.
Don't act cowardly. Let's fucking fight man to man instead, okay?
Fucking fight?
Finished talking? Shit.
Get up!
Private Cho, please stop.
Let go!
Saw what happened, huh?
- But you went too far, and... - And what?
What, you bastard?
Private Cho! Private Cho!
Platoon Leader! Platoon Leader!
Hurry, Private Cho is going to die!
Cover all sides! Medic!
Shit. Kang Han-chul is fucking crazy!
He's in serious pain. Hurry it up.
Son of a bitch.
Are you trying to ruin my career?
- Go catch that bastard now! Got it? - Yes, sir.
Run!
Line up!
Private Cho finally gets killed by Han-chul's gun.
No one knows who'll be next. Kang Han-chul is now our enemy.
This may be absurd, but this is our sad reality.
From now, shoot anyone who shows up on the coast.
- Got it? - Yes, sir!
Got it?
You son of a bitch!
You dumb son of a bitch! You fucking bastard!
Are you badly hurt?
It's weird, huh?
How could a crazy guy shoot his heart precisely?
And plus at night?
You also hated Private Cho, right?
And you lost the fight.
- You're saying I shot him? - Come on, no way.
Just that Private Cho was rude to his seniors.
If it was me... They'd think Kang Han-chul would kill him anyway.
Where are you going?
That crazy bastard.
Anyway, where's Private Kim?
*Music* If that happy day could return *Music*
*Music* Tracing back to that fading memory If only I could express my feelings now *Music*
*Music* No matter how much I regret The past has already gone *Music*
Freeze!
Throw your weapon down!