Produced and presented by Dream Comes
in association with Mabubsa Film
co-presented by Jeonju Intl Film Festival
a film by SONG ll-gon
JUNG Woong-in JANG Hyun-sung
LEE Seung-bee KANG Kyung-hun
KIM Hak-sun
produced by LEE Yong-ju
written and directed by SONG ll-gon
THE MAGICIANS
- It's cold. - It's freezing.
I’m tired. (speaking in Spanish)
What?
Repeat after me.
I’m tired. (speaking in Spanish)
Shit, would you stop saying weird stuff?
Hey, say it slowly this time.
You bastard.
Anyway, what does it mean?
I'm tired.
Bastard, you got me all worked up.
What does it mean?
It means 'I'm tired.'
I'm sorry.
Hey, want another drink?
Hey, don't you have something
other than this beer?
I'm too full to keep drinking.
Would you like Tequila?
Good!
Anyway, what's taking that chic, Ha-young, so long?
That damn girl.
Hey, what's with her?
Why doesn't she carry a cell phone?
Is she a nun?
Hey idiot, even nuns carry cell phones.
Did you know that nuns eat dog meat?
They do? Did you see it?
You didn't even see it, you asshole.
What about you, you bastard?
A young guy like you locks himself up in the mountains.
So what are you? Aren't you a nun?
But I have all that I need here.
The Internet works, I can drive to the peak,
and I can go to a sauna in 30 minutes by car.
Really?
Anyway, how's your dad?
He's not telling you to get married?
Shit, think marriage is for everyone?
But he did talk about a blind date.
So what happened?
With what?
Hey, how can I get fucking married
when my girlfriend had just died?
Hey, three years is a long time.
Long time, my ass. It feels like yesterday.
Hey, so what happened?
With what?
The blind date. What happened? Did you meet her?
Of course I did.
You son of a bitch.
So what does she do?
She's a psychiatrist.
She's lucky to meet a bastard like you.
- Isn't she? - Of course.
Is she pretty?
Pretty, my ass.
Hey, I even gave her a nickname.
What is it?
Binoculars.
Why so?
Her eyes were wide apart.
Hey, I guess that's why she had to study hard.
So what happened next after you two met?
She hasn't called back.
You screwed around, didn't you?
Her eyes looked like that, so how could I not drink?
We went to a bar after dinner.
She drank two tequila shots and left.
She said she had to go to the hospital the next day.
Hey, no matter how wide apart her eyes were
how could you get drunk on the first date?
Anyway, you're lucky to have your dad set you up with a doctor.
Screw you.
Hey, but guys like us do need a psychiatrist.
A psychiatrist doesn't care for guys like us.
Hey, but they looked alike.
What did?
She had a short pinky.
Ja-eun always complained about her short pinky.
She had a natural born talent.
But because of her short pinky she couldn't be a great guitarist.
Didn't she play as good as Jeff Beck?
Fuck.
Of course she did.
Sometimes when I'm in the corner alone at night,
all I hear is the wind.
When I'm playing the drums alone like this,
it feels like Jae-eun is playing the guitar.
Then I turn quickly,
but no one. It's strange.
I swear I had heard a guitar.
Hey, was it five years ago?
You know, when Samsung lost the series from a comeback.
When we played at the Golden Pitch
before the second album came out,
remember when Jae-eun played the guitar while crying?
Shit, it was incredible.
It sure was.
After she played it while crying, she smashed the guitar.
Then she hurt herself.
All the emergency rooms were
full, so we went as far as Mokdong.
And we were all smeared with hot barbeque chicken.
Wasn't it Shinchon? Shinchon.
No, that bar was near Mokdong. That hot chicken place.
No, no, Shinchon, Shinchon.
No, hold on a second.
Let's meet in the middle. Mokchon.
Mokchon, good!
Water won't come out in the bathroom.
It must be frozen.
A thousand uncertainties, one hope.
What's that? A song title?
It just popped up in my head.
Where are the others?
Myung-soo and Ha-young left for the chicken place first.
So what's your one hope?
What could it be?
Remember what I asked you long ago at the Hongchun villa?
Oh, in the forest. What was it?
Does a person go to hell if he hills himself?
- You did? - I sure did.
So what?
If a person kills himself,
they'll be in pain in that awful heat.
So they won't die even if they want to?
Not too sure.
That fire pit that melts metal was at Pohang steel factory.
Isn't it just a scare tactic
to prevent us from killing ourselves?
You think so?
Wanna go to that chicken place?
How about another drink there?
I'm sick of that hot chicken.
You like that hot chicken?
That joint is really good for a barbeque chicken place.
Why can't Myung-soo tell her?
He should tell her he likes here.
Love is about expression.
You knew? Does Ha-young know, too?
Men think they know everything, but they don't.
Men don't know things.
Men are just animals that only know about fighting and sex.
And soccer.
- And baseball. - A bag Of rice...
- Okay, I got it. - And boxing!
Know how many kilograms is a sack of rice?
No, why?
You really don't know?
- No. - See?
You don't even know the basics.
Is knowing that so important?
It's not, but everyone knows that at least.
Ja-eun, know the Pond Snail Maiden story?
She cooks at night, and turns into a quiet pond snail at dawn.
I'd like to meet her.
I'd really like to meet her.
Women usually wait on their knees for their men with food ready.
Are you joking with me?
Then go meet that kind of woman, or live with an insect.
Insect?
Is a pond snail an insect? Or a Crustacea?
What's that got to do with me?
Whether it's an insect or Crustacea?
It's just a joke.
How could the Pond Snail Maiden wait all day on her knees?
Girls like that are disgusting.
That's why I like my Ja-eun.
There's no one in this world like Ja-eun.
Come and smile.
How many kilos is a sack of rice?
80 kilos.
You're ashamed of me being
a high school grad, huh?
All you dated were Ewha college bitches.
Please stop bringing that up.
Weren't you going solo too much at the concert?
You changed the rhythm as you like.
And why couldn't I reach you yesterday?
My head hurts!
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Sweety, coo-coo-roo-coo-mo-po-ah.
I don't want to.
Coo-coo-roo-coo-mo-po-ah!
Not now.
Coo-coo-roo-coo-mo-po-ah!
Later.
Do you know me?
Who'd know you if I don't?
Damn, Samsung lost again today.
If you're that worried about me, shouldn't you find me and check?
Seung-yub hit a home run, but they still lost.
Just saying that you miss me doesn't cut it.
Do you love me? Asshole, say something.
Ja-eun.
Do you know that you're a really great chic?
I like you because I've never seen an honest and brave girl like you.
But you have one shortcoming.
You do too much as you please.
So?
If you had been a politician or a revolutionary instead,
then I would've been your loyal henchman.
But what?
But you're a musician.
Ja-eun.
Your way of thinking isn't always the best.
Let's stop.
You're too drunk so let's go. I'll take you.
Asshole, answer me. Do you love me?
- Give me your arm. - Why?
Give it to me.
Why?
You promised me.
Didn't you promise me you'd stop doing drugs?
Tell me.
Hey.
What are you so tormented about?
Give me a reason. What's so tormenting?
Say something! Tell me!
I try to get close to you, but you don't open up.
A thousand uncertainties, one hope, no.
Can't we just live a normal life like everyone else?
Say something, you idiot!
Life's about trying to fucking live with things!
Or stop the drugs and put an effort into it!
You don't know me that much?
- Hey, Myung-soo! - What?
I brought this to show you.
What is it? Our first recording.
- When? In high school! - Wow!
When the first recordable Sony walkman came out!
Your father bought it for you from Japan!
Damn bastard, you still have it?
Remember? We recorded on it back then.
Sure I do. The red one.
You crazy bastard.
Does it still play?
Wow, it plays smoothly. Listen to how it rolls.
Is it working?
You don't have to talk close to it.
Sony, Sony.
Thanks dad!
- I am Sony. - A short song.
- Come and eat! - Mom!
We're recording!
She drives me crazy.
The short song that we...
Don't! Stop it!
It's September 16, 1987.
We're recording to play at our school's Spring Festival.
- This is Jae-sung. - I'm Myung-soo.
Let's name our band.
- Should we do It again? - No, no.
Got no time. Hurry.
What Should we name our band?
Band-Aid?
A bit weird and corny?
Something classy like Wild Chrysanthemum.
It was when we first named our band The Magicians.
Yeah, we named it back then.
To make it cool, foreign names like Led Zeppelin.
Or Simon & Garfunkel would be cool.
Simon & Garfunkel.
Then, how about Jae-sung & Myung-soo?
Let's make it Myung-soo & Jae-sung.
Hey, I'm four months older.
Simon & Garfunkel was cool.
How about the song we'll play now?
You wrote it.
The Magicians? We're The Magicians?
We're The Magicians!
Like real magicians?
Is it a bit strange?
Nothing's better than magic. Just start.
Now, we'll listen to The Magician's song.
We're The Magicians!
There still remains
A road flying towards hope
We'll try to jump up and fly
We can do it
- Great voice. - Yeah! We're the Magicians
Wearing shiny sparkling capes
Proudly chant it out loud
Our own magic words
We're the Magicians
Abracadabra Mabra
We're the Magicians
Abracadabra Mabra
That sounds great.
You sing pretty good.
Hey, Jae-soo.
I got a favor to ask you.
What is it, my Myung-soo?
Your old buddy's a bit lonely.
Tell me that Windy story.
You always make me tell that when you're drunk.
I'm not a comedian.
I really, really love that story!
So you're not going to?
If you want, here I go.
Then go!
Okay.
In Jamaica, there was a boy named Windy.
Don't laugh from the start.
Sorry, sorry.
W.I.N.D.Y!
According to Jamaican customs, when a baby boy's born,
they tattoo on their 'thing'.
So they tattooed 'Windy' on Windy's 'thing'.
When it's not big,
only the letters W and Y showed.
When Windy grew up, he went to study in New York.
Then one day, he went to the bathroom.
A guy similar to him was taking a piss.
And he also had a W and a Y.
So our friend Windy
was thrilled to meet someone with the same name as him!
Hey, your name's also Windy?
In the bathroom?
Then the guy smiled and said,
No, my name is
'Welcome to Jamaica,' have a nice day'! '
Jamaica!
How big could it fucking be? Welcome to Jamaica...
Shit, stop making me tell that story.
Stop making me tell that story.
Hey, we should meet Windy one day.
Hey, it's a monk.
A monk! Monk!
It's a real monk. Shut up for a sec.
Bastard, I told you it's a monk.
Stay quiet.
Stop laughing!
Hello.
What brings you here at such a late hour?
By chance, do you remember me?
Well...
I left my snowboard here three years ago.
A snowboard, three years ago?
I'm not sure.
I did leave it here under your care.
I see, a snowboard, three years ago...
Oh! That guy!
He had the whole snowboarding outfit.
With 'Audi' and 'F2' here.
That's right. Yes, I do remember.
But at this hour, are you going snowboarding?
No, I decided to leave the temple today.
You mean, you're leaving the temple for good?
- Yes. - That's great.
That's not it, I'm sorry. We just had a lot to drink.
Please have a seat here.
It's really cold out there.
And the temple's really far from here.
- Did You walk here? - Yes.
So you did.
Please have a seat.
I'll go find the snowboard. It's probably in the storage.
Something to drink? Like some warm green tea?
Yes.
Excuse me.
Mind I have a glass of beer instead?
A cold one?
Of course not.
Sir!
But I don't have any money on me.
Don't worry about money.
It's the last night of, no, it's already the new year.
Anyway, it's on me.
Don't worry at all. Drink as much as you'd like.
Oh, thank you. I wish you happiness and peace.
Please sit and warm yourself up.
You know that monk?
What monk?
There's a small temple up there...
Hey, that monk's from that temple.
And when this bar first opened three years ago,
this guy came and left the board with me.
But he's back to pick up the board.
As a monk now.
- The board? - Yeah, The snowboard.
He was an old snowboarding athlete.
He represented Korea in the Winter Olympics.
But shit, at this hour?
He quit being a monk today, and came to pick up the board.
He even has his snowboard outfit underneath his clothes.
Hello.
What is this?
It's Guinness. An Irish beer.
It's very delicious.
Well, congratulations on leaving the temple.
Please enjoy your drink. I'll go look for it.
Thank you.
Hey, go and chat with him.
No, why should I?
He's all alone.
If he's bored, tell him to come here.
Hold on.
Priest, this is my best friend.
Hello.
You go and look.
How about a drink?
- You're in... - Yes?
You're in love with someone.
Ah, yes, how did you know?
The way you drink looks like
you're waiting for somebody you miss.
Your eyes, yes.
You sure talk like an expert.
But how did you become a monk?
I also had someone I loved.
But I chose to lead a religious life away from the mundane world.
But I'm not sure whether it'd be appropriate for me to ask.
But that board is for?
Ah, I was an athlete in snowboarding.
You know the Alpine
where flags are stuck on the mountain slope,
and you come down fast like this in a slalom?
- Oh, I see! - Timing by The second.
So you were a misfit, too?
That is, I'm sorry.
Actually, we're of the same kind.
Going to work, getting paid or getting insured.
These things are unrelated to us.
Well, I guess you can say that.
But Priest...
Is it hard to learn snowboarding?
- I Did ski A bit... - No, it's very easy.
But there are difficult things for a former skier to learn.
Because they have their own 'swing' to it.
But there's no transportation at this hour.
And the roads are all messed up because of the blizzard.
How will you go down?
Oh, that's why you want the snowboard.
Today, I solved a Buddhist riddle.
A Buddhist riddle?
When I entered Joongwon Temple up there three years ago,
Priest Imhu, whom I served, told me something.
At the time, I lost meaning in life
after breaking up with my loved one.
So while on my way to practice, all of a sudden...
So suddenly, I shaved my hair off,
and went straight to Joongwon Temple
way up over this cafe.
I had no way to deal with my sadness and emptiness.
So I didn't even contact my parents.
Well, anyway...
After I shaved my head and became a monk,
feeling heavy at heart, I asked as if pleading,
Priest, now I've just entered' this Buddhist temple.
Please grant me your teachings.'
Then the Head Priest said,
Oh, so have you had breakfast?
So I answered, 'Yes, I ate a lot.'
Then he replied, Then go clean your plate well.
And then he turned his back on me.
What's a plate?
You see, it's the bowl that monks eat with.
So he said to clean your bowl.
That's right.
If you had your meal...
It's got some deep meaning, right?
Yes.
You found that meaning?
Yes.
Today?
Yes.
Please, if you can tell me a bit about it.
People like us actually go through a lot of hardships.
And we need a bit of help...
This Guinness tastes really great.
Yes.
But sir.
Who are you waiting for?
Me?
Well, I'm just...
I also had a person I loved.
It's delicious.
Humans are really cunning.
How can a Hot Choco taste this good in a situation like this?
- What about Jae-sung? - He's with the owner.
One, two...
Twenty-seven...
Is it a birthday cake?
What does Jae-sung plan to do after buying that place?
Open a bar or a cafe. He'll try it out and quit, maybe.
It's too far.
It's only takes three and a half hours from Seoul.
When Jae-eun was still alive,
it seems they came here often on a date.
They used to stay here for days.
I know.
The forest here is really nice.
What's this tree called?
Sylvia.
- Sylvia. - Sylvia?
Was there such a tree?
Sylvia could also mean 'forest', maybe.
I think that's what Ja-eun told me long time ago.
She told me about visiting the chalet
in Kangwon Province with Jae-sung.
And how there's a small forest behind the chalet.
And how the name of the forest was Sylvia.
That girl sure is an expert in talking nonsense.
Probably, dozens of more things around her are named Sylvia.
Myung-soo, what will happen to Ja-eun?
What about Ja-eun?
Myung-soo, Ja-eun is...
Ja-eun is gone. Not Ja-eun.
The gig next week is cancelled. The recording, too.
Okay.
Should we go on a trip?
To where?
Well, let's see.
Far away.
Should we go to Argentina?
My older sister lives there.
What'll we do there?
Well, play around. It's warm there.
And you love the tango.
Myung-soo.
At our age,
you know how people around you leave one by one.
I thought that wouldn't happen to me until a long time later.
I really hate that.
You gotta accept things. What else can you do?
Hey, it's cold. Let's go inside now.
I won't sing.
You don't mean quitting the band, are you?
That's exactly it.
If you want to finish the
recording, try finding another vocal.
Ha-young.
It'll be all right.
How come everything is always so easy and simple for you?
I don't think it will. Or I need a lot more time.
You're so selfish, like always.
You think that's what Ja-eun wanted?
I thought a lot about this before I got drunk.
Don't feel so guilty. Anyway, it was Ja-eun's choice.
This is my choice.
You always talk so superficially.
That's both a good and bad thing about you.
But you can't talk like that in a situation like this.
Don't you know me?
Jae-sung, what's this tree's name?
This one?
I think it's a white birch. But maybe not.
I don't know.
There's something that you don't even know?
- Let's go! - Where?
Back to Seoul, of course.
Let's stay one more day.
We have dinner with Dad tomorrow.
Always Daddy, Daddy.
- He wants me to bring You over. - Why?
He wants to meet his son's girlfriend, naturally.
- You told him about me? - Sure.
No, not that.
That I didn't go to college and I'm a strange alien?
- Yup. - And?
He wants to meet that alien.
I feel sorry for your dad.
He spends money on you to send you to med school,
but you drop out saying you want to do music.
Nobody spent any money.
Now you're bringing the house down
saying you're making an album.
And going around seeing a reckless strange alien girl.
Who's reckless?
Ja-eun's such a sweet and beautiful woman.
Who said that? Who the fuck said that?
I the fuck said that.
You look gloomy. What's wrong?
I couldn't sleep last night because you snored so much.
It's weird. I must've gained weight lately.
Hey, I had a really weird dream last night!
What was it about?
You became the owner of the chalet.
And a monk came to collect his snowboard.
A snowboard?
A monk with a snowboard?
Ha-young and Myung-soo were also there.
But it was my memorial ritual that day.
Then you're dead in the dream?
Yeah, I killed myself.
- Did You see blood? - I did.
- How Did You die? - I fell from A high place.
Ja-eun!
Let's buy a lottery ticket. It's a very good dream.
Last year, Myung-soo had a dream like that.
And his sister sent him tons of cash just for pocket money.
And then on my death anniversary a song is sung.
What song?
The song is called Sylvia. Sylvia.
Sylvia?
Yesterday, I named this tree Sylvia.
Oh, Sylvia. Oh, Sylvia.
You even named this tree while we were here?
But why Sylvia?
Because it's lonely.
It's a good luck dream.
Let's read your palm.
You'll live up to 100 years old.
You don't even know how to read palms.
But if you kill yourself would you really go to hell?
Well, I don't know since I haven't died.
But isn't that what Christians say?
I attended church eagerly long time ago.
- Really? - Yeah.
I even accompanied the choir on the piano.
But why didn't you go to church after that?
Don't know.
How come a young girl like you have so many secrets?
She just doesn't talk. No talk.
You didn't even ask!
Have this.
Where did you get it?
I snatched it at that store.
This really looked delicious.
Try it.
I can't eat apples and pears.
I've heard about peaches,
but it's a first to hear about apples.
Try it. It looks delicious.
No!
I can't bear the sound of an apple crunching.
It makes my blood run cold. Spit it out.
Is there such an allergy?
A sound allergy.
What happens if you eat this?
I pass out.
Try eating this once.
You want to see?
No.
How would I live if you pass out?
A long time ago,
my step-mom beat me up for not eating apples.
She'd beat me the whole day.
I was dead serious, but she just wouldn't believe me.
I'm told her that my real mother couldn't eat apples as well.
Why does this apple taste so bad?
It's not as good as it looked.
Wow, like a model.
Now, should I shoot one?
A photo?
Here we go.
One, two, three!
Stand over here.
Oh, yeah!
- Let's see! - Wait.
Do the coo-coo-roo-coo-mo-po-ah.
Coo-coo-roo-coo-mo-po-ah.
All right!
No, no, no.
You know the puppy in the car, the doll.
Their necks...
Their necks are relaxed.
Like this? Like this?
I know, I know. That puppy.
- Dance like this? - Yeah.
Yippie! Yippie!
Relax! Relax!
- Ha-young, it's me. - Hi, Ja-eun.
- What are You doing? - Just hanging around.
Want to come over? I got something to tell you.
Let's have a drink. Just one drink!
It's not a good time.
We got a gig next week and the recording schedule's set.
It's important.
What is it? Tell me over the phone.
Why are you putting me down?
When did I ever do that? I'm just worried about you.
Then you should come. Right now!
Even Jae-sung avoids me now. That fuckin' bastard.
Ha-young.
Why do people change?
I mean the relationships.
Like when two people meet for the first time.
Why can't they hug and pat warmly
like they did back then?
Ja-eun, stop drinking and get some sleep.
Ha-young, in 'City Lights,'
Charlie Chaplin boxes to fix the eye of a blind girl.
He boxes. In a boxing match.
That scene is really funny.
But I always cry during that scene.
- Let's watch it together, okay? - Ja-eun!
We saw it together last week at your house.
Yeah? Then we can see it again.
Let's play the game of watching movies over and over again.
Ja-eun, you know we have a gig next week.
You even know my throat hurts.
I want to get some rest.
We have to practice for the recording.
When will you ever grow up?
Is the gig that important?
Is the recording that important? More important than friends?
Hang up.
I'm tired of taking all this shit from you!
Ha-young.
I'm thirsty.
Thirsty.
Delicious!
The darn taxi driver said he couldn't come all the way up.
Why can't he if he has chains on his tires?
It hasn't started yet, right?
Man, I thought I was going to die while climbing up here.
Where's Jae-sung?
To look for the snowboard.
Snowboard?
It's the monk's.
Priest, this is the girl I was talking about.
Hello.
That's what happened.
Good thing you came before it started.
What do you want to drink?
Give me a drink. I'm freezing.
Jae-sung is the same, right?
As always.
What would you like?
Anything. What you were having.
How about tequila?
Fantastic! Got lemons?
Yeah, but there's no salt.
Forget it. Just give it to me.
Great.
Oh, it's cold, cold, cold.
Happy New Year, Priest. Wish you a lot of luck.
Thank you, Happy New Year.
It's been a while.
It sure has.
Not since summer, right?
Your hair was longer then.
You look better putting on some weight.
I'm trying to live it up now.
Give me another shot. I'm too cold.
Priest, would you like one as well?
Yes.
Ha-young, you're here!
Why don't you carry a phone around
and make people worry?
You think you're some big shot?
Live like a normal person. Work like everyone else does.
And sleep when it's time to sleep.
Give me a fucking hug.
Good to see you.
Me, too.
Thanks for coming.
Your breasts have gotten bigger.
You wanna die?
Hey, but Ja-eun's breasts were much prettier.
Wait, did you ever even see mine?
Why do I need to see them? Pros know right away.
Come on.
I don't wanna see them. What's there to see anyway?
When will you grow up?
All you can think about is sex cooped up here in the mountains.
- I'm a mountaineer, so? - And another thing!
Didn't you see Ja-eun's short legs?
They were short?
Priest, I'm sorry.
I ran my mouth too much.
Priest! Tada!
Mind if I open it?
Of course! It's yours!
Thank you.
You're not going to ride this now, are you?
If it's okay, do you mind if I stay until the sun rises?
Not at all. Of course you can.
Thank you.
Hey, let's get started.
Myung-soo, stop eating.
Time to get ready.
Let's get ready!
Priest.
I have a favor to ask.
Today is my friend's memorial ritual.
To be exact, it was my girlfriend.
Her name's Gu Ja-eun. She was a guitarist.
We were in a band, you see.
Is that so?
What was the band's name?
The Magicians.
So that's why this place is called Magicians Cafe?
What was that song?
The Magician's Heart.
I liked That song.
Wow, He knows our song.
Not that many people know that song.
Yeah.
I'm alone
- You know That song? - Yes, Of course.
I knew he was a party animal.
Priest, you got a knack for music.
I'll call you buddy from now on.
- You had A second album. - Yes, we did.
You bought it?
She was the lead vocal.
Yes, I sang.
He was on bass.
And I played the drums.
But the guitarist died three years ago.
That's why today's the memorial.
So I was wondering if you could do the funeral ode.
It would be better if you did it for us.
- That's right. - Of course.
Well, not the funeral ode.
I'll read the Thousand Hands Sutra to console the spirit.
- Oh, thank you. - Anything is great.
Hey, is everything all set?
Hold on.
Here we go.
Tada!
What's that?
I thought I was going to die from buying this.
Wow, you brought this precious thing
all the way from Seoul.
Green tea Frappuccino.
Thank you, Ha-young.
Ja-eun was addicted to this.
Everything's done, right?
The mantra that purifies negative karma of speech
Suri Suri Mahasuri Susuri Sabaha
Suri Suri Mahasuri
Susuri Sabaha
Suri Suri Mahasuri Susuri Sabaha
The mantra that pacifies all the gods in the heavens and earth
Namu Samanda Motdanam
Namu Samanda Motdanam Om Doro Doro Jimi Sabaha
Namu Samanda Motdanam Om
Doro Doro Jimi Sabaha
How unsurpassable, profound and marvelous Buddha's teaching is
It is very really met with even in a zillion eons
Now that I am blessed of hearing, seeing, and preserving it
Buddha, let me realize your true intention
Om Aranam Arada
Please grant me The Great Dharani of the Vast, Great, Complete,
and Unimpeded Mind of Great Compassion
of Bodhisattva Avalokiteshavar
possessing a 1000 hands and eyes
Bending my head, I bow to Bodhisattva Avalokiteshavar
By the power of your vows so vast and...
Priest, thank you.
Put away what you can and clean up.
Let's clean up.
Ha-young.
Next month, no, it's this month.
I'm going to Argentina.
Why?
Just because. My sister told me to come.
She told me to help out on the farm if I'm not working.
That's right. Your sister is Argentina.
For how long?
I'm going for good.
I applied for immigration.
I see.
I bet you'd live it up there.
Hey, I got nothing to lose.
Nothing's bad about doing something new.
Before it gets too late.
Who knows?
I could become rich and come back riding in a Jaguar.
Oh boy, you had a dream like that?
You can't even drive.
Hey, I can hire a driver.
Ever seen a VIP drive?
I heard you played in a gentlemen's club in the fall.
It was just part-time work.
It was fun.
I saw a lot of pretty girls.
Those girls all had plastic surgery done.
Hey.
They were really pretty!
You...
Aren't you going to sing?
It's no fun anymore.
Liar.
Hey, this.
It's your New Year's gift.
What is it?
Look at it. I wrote it.
Title: Sylvia
You really wrote this?
Yeah.
Awesome, huh?
Wow, I'm amazed.
Wow, it's really good.
Very beautiful.
Can you sing it for me?
Me?
No, I' won't sing. Never.
The doctor said I'll die if I sing.
What kind of idiot would...
What person in this world could die be singing?
He said there is.
They die after they go crazy.
You saw me have a seizure and foam from my mouth last time.
You can stop now.
Stop what?
I'm sick of this.
Let's start again.
Start what?
Us.
Us, what?
What the hell is this?
You call this living?
It doesn't feel like I'm living.
Let's stop.
Let's forget it. Let's forget it and start again.
Myung-soo, do you think
people can easily forget just like that?
Not me.
I'd like to, you know.
I want to forget about it, too.
I really do want to.
That day,
Ja-eun wouldn't have died if we had watched 'City Lights'.
Forget it.
Stop it.
Sing it for me just once!
That...
That's the best thing I ever did all my life.
For someone...
Me!
If you sing that for me,
I won't go to Argentina.
I love...
Jae-sung, my man!
Let's go take a piss!
Fantastic!
Did you tell her?
Yeah.
Don't worry. Ha-young's gonna sing.
Ja-eun said so.
You crazy bastard.
Ja-eun's dead.
Bastard, what's with that shriveled up dick of yours?
Seems you don't know.
Although it's rusted, it's still top-grade.
So if I oil it up once, it becomes top-grade right away.
Top-grade, my ass. Look at that pissing power.
It's no top-grade. It's an imitation, idiot.
Korean imitation, number one, asshole!
Remember when you told your dad you were gonna be a musician,
and he beat you with a belt?
I should've put a stop to it at that time.
My dad?
You, you idiot.
You shouldn't have picked music.
What is this crap?
Hey, Jae-sung.
Let's start it up again.
What?
What do you think, dummy? The band! The Magicians!
If you had coaxed a straight-A student,
then you should be responsible of me till I die!
Aren't you going to Argentina?
I was going to go because of Maladona
and because of Piazolla,
but it hurts me thinking about these bastards.
Crazy bastard.
Your fingers still got flab on them.
You must've practiced a shitload alone.
You bastard, you must've been ripping your drums apart.
And not run your business up here, asshole.
Hey, you wanna scream out?
It'll be fun. No one's around.
Scream what?
Let's scream out one thing that we wouldn't dare say.
How about it? Ready?
Hold on a sec.
Since it was your idea, you should go first, idiot.
Why make me go first, asshole?
Okay, hold on.
Are you ready?
Then go!
Hey! Gu Ja-eun!
I'm going to meet another girl and live happily, okay?
Why'd you die on me so fast, you rotten bitch?
I'm going to meet a girl with much prettier breasts,
and live very happily!
Next time you're born,
live a normal life and be happy.
You didn't even know that one sack of rice was 80 kilos.
Coo-coo-roo-coo-mo-po-ah!
Feel better?
Yeah, fuck.
I feel fucking great.
Hey, it's your turn.
Ha-young!
Let's stop now!
I'm sick of it!
I don't want to go to Argentina at all!
I hate the fucking heat!
A dead person is a dead person.
So a living person should live, you fucking bitch!
You're a 30-year old hag now.
Who'd marry a hot-tempered hag like you?
What the hell is this? It's humiliating!
Hey, asshole.
I told you to say one thing. Why'd you take so long?
You know that everything's long.
Welcome to Jamaica, have a nice day.
Hey misters!
Who is it?
Over there.
Stop babbling and come inside.
Stop what?
Stop babbling and come inside!
Okay already!
Jae-sung.
Yeah?
Are the mike and instruments still in tact?
What? What's in tact?
Are the mike and instruments still in tact?
Of course! Of course!
Hey, Lee Myung-soo!
I'll sing for you.
What?
I'll sing for you, so don't go to Argentina!
But if I have a seizure, you better be responsible for me!
And clean everything up!
Of course.
Hurry inside. It's cold.
Right!
Why aren't you getting ready?
The drapes are finally coming off.
Priest, mind if you sit over here?
Me?
Yes, please sit over here.
This song was written by this wrinkled up guy here.
Tell me if it's going to be a big hit or not.
It's an honor.
I haven't sung in three years.
Exactly three years now.
I don't know if I can sing it well.
A friend that I love so dearly killed herself.
I'd like to be forgiven by this friend.
I'm going to sing for that friend.
Are you ready?
Like a shining dream
The day you came
I knew
Love was in your eyes
Only one person
Only one love
Sylvia
My spirit
Sylvia
My destiny
Embracing me like a miracle
Sylvia
Now I will stay forever
One day
Even if the harsh wind blows
Always inside you
A beautiful song
Will play dazzlingly
And my love
Will become a flower for you
Sylvia, my paradise
Sylvia, my destiny
Embracing me like a breath
Sylvia
Now I will stay forever
One day
Even if the harsh wind
Blows and hides the light
Always
Sylvia, my sun
Sylvia, my sea
Hugging me like a miracle
Sylvia
Now I will stay forever
One day
Even if the harsh wind blows
I will always be by your side