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EBS History of Culture Series - Part 1 THE COUNT OF MYEONGDONG
Narrated by JUNG Bo Seok
Starring PARK Cheol Ho
LEE Jin Woo
KIM Seong Ryeong
CHA Gwang Su
LEE Jae Eun; AHN Jung Hoon
KANG Tae Gi; PARK Young Ji
LEE Young Hu; KIM Ja Ok; CHOI Sang Hoon
HWANG Beom Shik; HEO Yoon Jung; YOO Jong Geun
Screenplay by JUNG Ha Yeon
Episode 1
May 1951 Outskirts of Seoul
Is Seoul still far from here?
He said we just passed Suwon or whatever.
I can see some houses scattered around.
Wow... It's pitch black all around.
Did they sound the air-raid warning?
The only things that fly around here are American planes,
what damned air raid?
You wench!
Why, you can see what's going on with all this darkness?
If those planes went around with their lights on,
they'd get shot as if there was no tomorrow.
Isn't that right, Seonsaeng*?
*Deferential address of respect to an elder or more esteemed person
You said you were a writer, right?
But what did you need to do in Seoul,
going through all this to come back?
It's not like that will feed you.
I'm going back to make some money.
You'd think there'd be something useful lying among the rubble.
LEE Bong Gu (novelist)
April 1951 Busan
I told you it'd be 10,000 won and nothing less...
I've been asking around, borrowing to make that much.
Just because you were so frank with me,
I went ahead and got tickets that sell for 15,000 won with my own money.
What's with these 7,000 won?!
It's not like he's going all the way to Seoul. It's just Daegu.
10,000 won?!
Don't talk such rubbish!
All the train tickets going to Seoul are sold out.
Didn't you hear it would take at least a year?
Even tickets for Daegu are almost all sold.
It's been hard even spotting them the last two months.
You stay all day trapped inside this coffee shop.
What would you know?
I spent 8,000 won getting this myself...
I just can't help it.
I can't suffer a loss selling it to you, can I?
It has great sentimental value to me.
It was a relic my father left behind.
What could be so important in Seoul,
that you struggle so much to leave now,
as if it was a life and death matter?
Who did you say?
Daegu
Myeongdong!
Myeongdong?!
Is it this?
How can a woman be called like that?
What's Myeongdong?!
If it was Eoudong*, I'd understand.
*Famous Joseon femme fatale who lived during King Seongjong's reign
I miss it more than a lover.
How I miss it! From the moment I left Seoul,
I haven't spent a day without dreaming about Myeongdong.
Myeongdong!
Here! Everyone!
Get out now.
What is he saying?!
I said get out. What are you waiting for?
Look, Mr. Driver Sir!
We haven't even crossed the bridge over the Han River.
What's going on?
I told you already, that the patrols are checking the bridge,
so we can't cross it by truck.
Hurry up and get out!
So how are we supposed to cross it?!
I didn't have it so hard even when I crossed the 38th Parallel*.
*Pre-Korean War boundary between North and South Korea
Just for a quick look at Seoul, how much money are we spending?!
Calm down...
Ahh... there's even no commie bastards around. Why can't they let us in?
Isn't that right, Seonsaeng?
Ahh... I really... You don't even know that?
Without a crossing permit, you won't get past the bridge.
I'm going back to my house, what damned crossing permit?!
- I really... - The war still isn't over.
And public order in Seoul is in disarray.
That must be why.
Still... What is all this, really?
Have any offsprings under your care?
During the Jan 4 retreat*,
*South Korean and UN forces retreating after Chinese intervention
I just left my kids there and ran away in the fury of the moment.
Because she started feeling ill.
Why is it my fault?! You...
Who imagined they'd take Seoul again?
Keep quiet, you two!
Patrols are all over the riverbanks!
Don't worry.
They must be alive.
Young Seok is smart, so he'll be taking care of his brother,
and they'll both be alive and well.
What's inside that luggage, if I may ask?
Yes?! Ah... this...
This is all I have. It puts food on the table.
Yes. They must be alive.
They must be.
You're telling me this is Myeongdong?!
Is this really my Myeongdong?!
Bong (Seon) Hwa
Madame!
Let us listen to something else!
I've heard those Hungarian dances so often,
now I can't take it anymore.
So did you rent the whole coffee shop,
with the sole cup of coffee you buy, sitting there all day?
You're always so tight.
That's what I should say.
The other one, we listened to it all day yesterday.
I told you already.
I couldn't bring all my records with me here.
If you don't want to listen to the same thing, should I turn it off?
Of course not! Without music, it's so dreadful.
And the coffee tastes worse as well.
Lee Seonsaeng, why isn't Oh Seonsaeng coming these days?
Well... I was curious myself.
You mean Poet Oh Jung Hwan?
Park In Hwan (poet)
You always used to hang out together.
I haven't seen him in a while, so I was curious.
You're not telling me our Madame Kim liked Oh Seonsaeng?!
Of course not, Park Seonsaeng!
Ehh... don't lie.
Your face got as red as a beet.
Why are you making fun of me?
It's just that... I like Oh Seonsaeng's poems.
Change argument, will you?
Which Oh Jung Hwan poem do you like?
"I sent you away in the paltry light of that station, O Sorrow!"*
*Oh Jung Hwan's "Last Train"
Oh! Listen to our Madame Kim! Remarkable.
You even memorize poems now!
Don't you know the sparrow near the school can sing the primer?
I need to learn at least one myself.
You're saying you memorized it all?
It's short, anyway.
"I sent you away in the paltry light of that station."
"Sorrow!"
"Near the barrier, fragments of my youth, like a ticket I couldn't use..."
"Lie scattered in the sand."
"Our untoward history, riding along that coach."
"That person left waiting in the lobby..."
"Is still waiting for someone."
"If I ever meet Cain here..."
"We'll together shed a river of tears."
"Oh, turtle!"
"Carry laggard, purblind memories with you. Then go."
"All the railways meeting in sorrow..."
"Are stretched on your back, like a sorrowful map."
See why I like our Madame Kim?
But you haven't the slightest interest in me!
So you had a crush on Oh Jung Hwan alone, is that it?
Park Seonsaeng! If you keep talking like that,
I won't serve you free coffee anymore.
Oh my! That's scarier than a wife warning she'd starve me!
Lee Bong Gu.
He led a long career as a journalist, despite his roots in literature.
Roaming the taverns and bars of Myeongdong,
he wrote autobiographies of all the famous artists of the 50s and 60s.
You could say whatever is left from 50s Myeongdong...
and about those artists was written by him,
and it certainly wouldn't be an exaggeration.
The man who protected and basked in the sights and sounds...
of this place called Myeongdong for close to twenty years,
Lee Bong Gu.
People attached a moniker to him, as "the Count of Myeongdong."
Myeongdong Arts Theater
Hey! You made it intact!
At least you were still standing on your feet!
Aren't you Lee Bong Gu Seonsaeng?
Don't you recognize me?!
I ran the Arts Theater...
Mister Jang!
Yes, Lee Seonsaeng!
You were alive as well, Mr. Jang! You are alive!
You survived too, Lee Seonsaeng!!
But, tell me. Have you seen Kim Su Young yet?
Who are you referring to?
You know him. His eyebrows were so thick he looked like a Yankee.
Ahhh... the one who used to go around with his pretty sister?
That's him. Have you seen him?
I haven't.
It hasn't been long since I've come back from the countryside.
He must be alive somewhere.
He must. Even someone like me survived.
Would the ghosts be so cruel to take all our national treasures?
Ahhh... of course not!
Nice to see you again!
If even you were bombarded to pieces,
I would have thrown myself in the Han River!
Who are you talking to?
Arts Theater!!
Inside here, our country's culture survives.
Theater, music, dance, motion pictures, opera!
Lee Bong Gu, the Count of Myeongdong is back!!
That's right.
Right at the heart of Myeongdong was the Arts Theater,
the Mecca of our culture.
Theater and pansori, countless concerts and opera.
Jung Bo Seok
Our traditional dance and the West's ballet.
Films, which back then were called motion pictures.
It was a multi-use concert hall for all arts.
I will explain it more in detail later,
but with all the various groups trying to secure exhibition spots here,
the Arts Theater couldn't close its door even a single day.
For instance,
let's imagine Yoo Chi Jin's Shinhyeop troupe was staging "Wonsullang."
The moment they completed their performance,
the stage would be dismantled at the speed of light.
And they'd start preparing for the next day's opera performance.
And then, a few days later,
Tchaikovsky's "Swan Lake" would be next.
It wasn't just about the stage alone.
On the day before a performance,
the next troupe would be practicing as well.
What I'm saying is, in front of the "Wonsullang" set,
the swans were dancing.
That Myeongdong was almost all bombarded to ashes by the war.
Not only were the houses and streets victims of the onslaught.
The people who filled Myeongdong's streets to the brim,
from the nameless merchants to the artists and all their dreams.
Keeping inside the loneliness, the patience, the principles and conscience,
the youth and romanticism.
At times devoured by rage, at times wailing their grieving fate,
at times dancing with joy and jubilation.
Countless artists...
left Myeongdong.
Myeongdong in the spring of 1951...
carried two different faces of the same man.
From here, the place where you'd find the Arts Theater...
to here up north, where you could find the Midopa Dept. Store,
this place was thankfully able to avoid the bombardments,
and maintains the aspect of yesteryear.
But all the area leading to Jingogae (Street) was bombarded to ashes.
As a result,
the only building escaping intact, the Myeongdong Catholic Church up there,
stood in all its magnificence, as if piercing the sky.
All this part used to be a park.
And the alley up front, should we call it the cream of the crop?
The various stand bars,
Bong Seon Hwa usually frequented by poets.
The Bronze Coffee Shop, the Dolce Music Hall,
and the Applause Coffee Shop on the left.
On the other side, the Carmen.
And right over there,
the biggest coffee shop in the country during the late 50s,
Na Il Gu.
And...
here, left of the Arts Theater was the Song Ok Fashion House.
On the other side was the famous Korean restaurant, Han Il Kwan.
Yes, Myeongdong was the core of postwar Seoul.
Seoulites would take their kids here during the holidays or weekends...
by car or electric tram, and feast their eyes at the Midopa Dept. Store.
They'd stroll about the busiest streets of Myeongdong,
and again feast their eyes.
Have lunch at the Han Il Kwan or Sam O Jeong, and then going home...
would be their only pleasure in life.
It wasn't just that.
When you came to Myeongdong, you could meet...
famous writers, painters and musicians obviously.
You could see pop stars like Hyeon In or Nam In Soo quite as easily.
You could meet one of the few film actors as well.
If it was your lucky day,
you could have met theater actor Kim Dong Won,
or even Im Chung Aeng.
Nowadays our female traditional performing arts have withered,
but back then they were much more famous than film actors.
Im Chun Aeng, Kim Jin Jin, or Kim Kyung Soo.
Those were stars among stars.
However...
The Myeongdong of May 1951...
was a street of death.
For every dark street and corner,
all you could smell was the grief and angst of its people.
Still...
In no time even this street...
will be filled by people once again.
Drinks, love, the thick cigarette smoke and the sound of saxophones...
will start filling the air.
Kim Su Young (poet); Park In Hwan (poet)
Kim Su Young and Park In Hwan would once again...
devote themselves to the bottle and argue.
They'd grab each other by the throat, saying who's right and wrong.
And after badmouthing each other's poems,
they'd grieve at a world which had nothing more to steal from them,
and hug each other, crying out their woes.
Bronze Coffee Shop
"Gongcho" Oh Sang Soon would smoke a pack in rapid succession,
Oh Sang Soon (poet)
and then lose himself singing the hollowness of it all.
Song Beom (dancer)
Kim Baek Bong (dancer)
Im Man Seop (tenor)
Kim Dong Won (stage actor)
Im Chun Aeng (pansori performer)
Kim Jin Jin (pansori performer)
However, before people could come back,
Myeongdong was still immersed in darkness.
1951 Seoul
Who is there?
It's Lee Bong Gu, Ma'am!
Who did you say?!
Su Young's drinking buddy, Lee Bong Gu!
Kim Su Young's mother
I promised myself I'd find the baby's father,
but he needs to eat something first.
I can't feed him properly, he doesn't even cry.
Is Su Young really alive?
I have no idea.
The Northern army shouldn't have taken him up North yet.
But, then, why in Busan...
Someone saw Su Young in Busan.
That's impossible.
I've been in Busan for months, I would have heard of him.
I was just thinking...
Su Young might be hiding here in Seoul.
So I came up to look for him.
Don't worry too much.
I'm hearing of people taken up North who are running away.
If he ran away, why wouldn't he be here already?
He must be dead.
He was born without seeing his father even once.
Kaoliang?! (Chinese liquor)
July 1950
Kim Su Young (poet)
Isn't this a hairpin?
It's gold, uh? A golden hairpin!
Take it easy with the drinking, my friend.
You'll get sick if you keep that up.
Ahhhh! That was great!
How's your wife?
Why?
The mother needs to eat well...
They'll both be fine!
Ajumma! If you have some boiled beef,
pack some up for me, will you?
That golden hairpin is worth that much.
Why is it so hot?
I wish we could go to Oidong Valley and have some boshintang (dog stew).
By the way, where did you get that golden hairpin?
Where do you think?
Did you go turning your mother's warehouse upside down again?
It's my lucky bag.
I even found plenty of golden rings and bracelets.
That's so unfilial of you.
She even raised you alone, don't you have some conscience?
Our damned Park In Hwan, he's the lucky one.
Then again... he ran away first and made it safely...
Didn't he run away ignoring everyone else?
Would he ever imagine all this would go on for so long?
Still, he left his friends here and ran away. Does that make sense?
Ohh... have a seat, Byung Wook.
I decided to kick the habit, for once.
Man, just sit!
Kim Byung Wook (poet)
Think about it. We're easy targets already,
shouldn't we stop drinking at least?
Are we still in Myeongdong, back in the day?
Wasting time here drinking.
When did you ever stop drinking?
Was it yesterday? Or the day before?
Look at you, man!
Are you a party member?!
What's wrong with you?
When did you really become a commie, I'm asking you!!
What is it, this time? A golden ring?
We'll have to be careful.
They've been catching scribes like us for the last few days.
Where did they bring them?
Political Security Agency or something.
A few days ago, Kim Ki Rim was going home after a meeting with a professor.
Near the entrance of Eulji-ro, a bunch of youngsters forced him into a jeep.
And... Jeong Ji Yong, Park Gye Ju, Park Young Jun.
All them went there under the Literary Alliance's instruction.
And after turning themselves in, they were arrested.
Rat bastards.
Anyway, be careful. Uh?
Why are you just leaving, Lee Seonsaeng?
Kim Hyeon Kyung (Kim Su Young's wife)
What's wrong with him?
Said the commies are starting their games.
The South, thanks to the heroic struggle and sacrifices of our comrades,
has been liberated from the fetters of the American Imperialists...
and their pawn, conspirator Lee Seung Man.
However!
As the poisonous vestiges...
of the bourgeois are still flowing in these comrades' veins,
we shall first cleanse them of those moral toxins!
Here! Let's sing this song together!
It was written by comrade Im Hwa, and composed by comrade Kim Sun Nam!
"The Red Flag." You all know it, right?
Comrade Choi Jung Hee!
I can sense an air of gloom around you.
It's nothing.
Your constant looking outside the window is full of apprehension.
Choi Jung Hee (novelist); Oh Jung Hwan (poet)
Is it because you're worried about comrade Kim Dong Hwan?
Don't worry about it.
Not all reactionary elements are punished.
I shall pay special attention to him.
Be strong.
Are you still getting drunk every night?
Just drink coffee, uh?
Hey, Oh Jung Hwan!
If you call someone's name, you need to say something!
"I sent you away in the paltry light of that station..."
"O Sorrow!"
This was not written by a commie.
You think it was just a girlfriend I...
"sent away in the paltry light of that station"?
It wasn't my girlfriend, just the revolution army.
Sorrow symbolized the majesty of revolution.
This is not the Oh Jung Hwan I know.
This can't be.
So why are you still willing to back up Oh Jung Hwan?
Look, Su Young.
Lyrical poets can never become commies.
What he sent in the paltry light of that station was the revolution army.
What? Sorrow is the majestic symbol of revolution?!
Despite his ideology, his prose is still full of lyricism deep down.
Lee Seonbae*! (*older colleague/fellow intellectual)
You know who is the man I despise the most in this world?
Park In Hwan!
A scribe like him acting all cool, dressing in fancy Western clothes,
seducing women.
But!
Oh Jung Hwan, compared to Park In Hwan,
is a thousand, no, ten thousand times worse!
You?!
Me?
I've never treated women like a plaything.
In Hwan was the same.
Where would you find another feminist like Park In Hwan?
His head is as empty as my wallet. Style? The hell...
Still, aren't you and In Hwan inseparable despite the diatribes?
Am I wrong?!
In Hwan... that fool.
He must be still flirting with women in full enjoyment. Uh?
But, Lee Seonbae.
Why do I miss that fool so much?!
I sent you away...
in the paltry light of that station...
O Sorrow.
Just as Kim Su Young...
was becoming obsessed and ravaged by the everyday reality of the time,
Kwon Young Min (professor of Korean Literature, Seoul National Uni.)
Park In Hwan already was going beyond that,
in many ways escaping such reality.
He moved into idealism,
that romanticism of dreaming about a new artistic world.
So as the middle of the 50s came, they started growing apart.
Jang Seok Ju (poet, literary critic)
Back then, the one who strove for their reconciliation was...
the Count of Myeongdong, Lee Bong Gu.
So the two drank together and talked.
But this wasn't something borne out of a simple misunderstanding.
It was really about a quintessential difference in views,
so it wouldn't be easy to solve those differences.
Oh Jung Hwan, just like Lee Yong Hak or Im Hwa, was in truth a communist.
Kim Byung Wook (ad honorem professor of Korean Literature, Chungnam University)
Still, there's this one anthology from the 30s, entitled "Castle Wall."
If you look at that, you'll see how Oh Jung Hwan was a vintage lyrical poet.
That showed the world of literature and ideology didn't always go hand in hand.
Just as Oh Jung Hwan had a strong lyrical prose,
he was involved in left-wing activities.
He went over the border up North and the like.
Hence, we should separate between his literary work,
and his political activities.
Mister Choi!
Oh my! Seonsaengnim!* (*deferential version)
You survived!
You, too!
I thought everyone just closed up shop.
Need to make a living, you know?
How's business? Selling something?
Selling what?! I just thought maybe I'd sell something, so...
Wow!
"Life."
Photos are nice!
Take it.
Oh... how much is it?
Just take it!
You're still giving me credit?
Think people would turn it down, in a world like this?
You haven't changed a bit, Mister Choi.
Oh oh! Lee Seonsaengnim!
You have dollars?
Dollars?!
Aren't dollars the best nowadays?
If I find any, I'll sell them to you.
Sir! Let me mend your shoes!
As long as they don't let water in, I'm fine.
Ahhh... still! Need to fix the flanks!
Yes.
Ajoesshi... let me shine your shoes!
Oh?!
Didn't we ride together on that truck?
Oh my! Seonsaengnim!
So you had a bit of everything to sell!
Yes. Didn't I tell you?
This was how I made a living.
Ah... did you find your kids?
I don't know where they are.
We'll find them.
If they're not dead.
Where is your wife?
That wench is so fierce.
They said for every cart they'll give 2,000 won.
So she went out to make it.
2,000 won for a cart?!
Corpses, you know?
Isn't Seoul full of dead bodies?
If you clean those up, City Hall pays you.
What's wrong with you?! That's mine!
Look at her. Why are you so stubborn?
So you want to hit me?
Go ahead, then!
If you don't want to end up like that corpse,
let go of that!
Hit me! You'll have to go over my dead body to get this!
Hit me! Go ahead!
I knew this was bad luck!
Ma'am.
Is everything all right?
It's just because I'm starving.
If that weren't the case, I'd be all over those pricks by the dozen.
Here, wipe the blood.
What a waste of blood.
You should find your kids first.
Who are you again?
You need to find your kids first, then you can earn your money.
If I'm broke, what's the use of looking for them?
So I can starve them to death?
You wench.
Did you need to go around bleeding from your nose?
What did I tell you?
That's not something anyone can do.
Don't scold her.
She risked getting beat up.
At first, it was a decent way to make money.
Aren't corpses all over the place here?
But those damn pricks...
told us to throw them on the fields.
But because they couldn't be arsed,
they just threw everything on the levee outside Cheongryang-Ri.
So, these days...
those City Hall folks are guarding the fields.
I said just eat, you wench!
Do I go clean corpses because I want to?!
We need to make a living!
So that...
we can find those poor souls,
and feed them a few decent meals.
Always so grumpy!
Ahh... by the way, Seonsaengnim. You don't even have money.
How did you pay for this?
It's on my tab.
What?
So credit still works for you?
For me, it does.
Ahhh... yes.
Don't I own Myeongdong?
Ma'am, some drinks, please.
Coming.
To make a decent living,
you can't just eat and be done with it.
You know that?
What you eat is important as well,
but cultivating your mind!
If that is malnourished, you just become a dirty pig.
Of course! Of course!
What's with you?!
Here... here... here! Mister Hwang.
Yes, yes. Ahhh... Seonsaengnim!
Know why Myeongdong is important?
Because, of all places, this is like a granary supplying us...
goods to cultivate our minds!
Applause! Applause! Exactly! I can't help but applaud!
- Seonsaengnim! - Honey!
What's wrong with you, wench?!
- I'm listening to what... - Look, you!
- Are you some journalist? - Oh my!
This man is just an ignorant fool, no need to worry!
Looking for me?
I write and am a journalist as well. Lee Bong Gu to be precise.
Why?!
You won't let me go, you prick?!
I'll write all this in the newspaper, you fool!
Hey! If you drink someone else's liquor, you need to pay!
Who told you you could have credit?
So you're a hoodlum, is that it?
Fine, you fool.
Let's see what you're made of!
Ahh... just move, Seonsaengnim!
Let me go!
You fool probably think you have one on me...
because of your big figure.
Hey, you prick!
You can't fight with strength alone, you fool!
You shouldn't dirty your hands, Seonsaengnim!
- You'll get hurt! - Let me go.
You!
Oh my! Seonsaengnim!
You little rat bastard!
Let him go.
Lee Hwa Ryong
I said let him go.
This fool was trying to act like a journalist to get free drinks.
See, you fool?
You lost!
I never said you were hurting me.
Try to snap my arm, if you can!
I won't say it hurts even once!
Look, you prick.
No matter how strong you are,
you can't beat this brain of mine, you fool!
Help him out.
How much is the bill?
Was it 1,200 won or something?
You keep the rest, and whenever that man comes, offer him drinks.
Ahh... yes.
Let's go.
Think of this as your lucky day!
Ahh... look!
Let's know your name, sir.
I'm Lee Bong Gu.
The Count of Myeongdong, Lee Bong Gu!
You're too nice for your own good, uh?
That kind of fool shouldn't even set foot here.
So this place will finally clean up!
Well done. Spend it wisely.
Yes.
Use this chance to make your voice heard.
So Myeongdong will fall into your...
If Myeongdong gets filled only with people like you and businessmen,
it will become even dirtier.
We need some smell of real people here.
Hey! That was something!
All those gangster bastards, right in front of you!
Look at how they couldn't move a finger!
You know, fighting?
It's not something you do with your fists.
You need energy.
If we fight with that, I can't possibly lose.
Of course! Of course!
Didn't look like that to me.
Look!
What do you know, to always play the party pooper?
They let him go because he looked pitiful,
but he's acting up too much, that's why.
Listen to this wench!
Ahh...
What she said was right.
I was just lucky tonight.
It was my lucky day.
Where have you all gone?!
To meet you...
I've run all the way to Seoul!
Where is everyone?!
You're telling me I'm all alone,
in this damned darkness of Seoul?!
Su Young!
In Hwan!!
Seonsaengnim!!
It's been 51 years since the Korean War ended.
There aren't too many people left...
who can remember the sorrow of those days.
I don't know if you knew already...
But the amount of bombs that fell on the Korean peninsula back then...
was even more than the amount of bombs used during World War II.
Not a single building was left intact up North.
And just because we were in the South,
we couldn't avoid the onslaught of bombardments either.
Everything was destroyed...
and turned into rubble.
But...
were buildings and infrastructure the only things...
which ended in destruction during the war?
Trampled on the ground along with the war was our spirit.
We fell into ruins, for a war we couldn't possibly comprehend.
The horror and fear of death.
Families lost in a matter of days.
Dissension, separation,
widespread skepticism about life itself.
Of course, rebuilding the houses...
and fixing the bridges could solve things.
But what can we do to repair the anguish that brought our spirit into ruins?
That is what, from today on, for 24 episodes,
EBS is trying to reminisce.
Lee Bong Gu, who devoted his life for Myeongdong,
called himself "The Count of Myeongdong."
That Kim Su Young,
whom Lee Bong Gu went to look for as soon as he arrived in Seoul,
and along with Park In Hwan,
opened a new page in Korean poetry's modernism.
We will start by tracing back to his whereabouts.
1951 Busan
Kim Hyeon Kyung
It's you!
It's Park In Hwan!
Park Seonsaengnim!
When did you find refuge in Busan?
Su Young is doing well, right?
I've heard they've having it hard in Seoul, now that the enemy took it back.
Just get in. We'll go meet Su Young!
- I... - Come on!
We're going to Daegu, so there's no time.
They took him to the North.
What?
I've heard there're people running away from there,
so I came to look for him.
Really?
So he must be alive for sure.
I don't know.
I've heard rumors there're people who are caught again.
Ehh... really.
Hyeon Kyung.
Weren't you pregnant?
I gave birth.
Is it a boy?
Yes.
Congratulations.
Park Seonsaengnim.
Please, find him for me.
He must be alive, somewhere.
Of course he's alive.
Su Young is smart,
so he's not the type to die easily.
I'm working for the army,
so I'll look around and find where he is.
Don't worry too much.
Geoje Island Prisoners of War Camp
Kim Su Young (poet)
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Kim Eun Shil?!
Eun Shil!
It's me! Remember? Poet Kim Su Young!
Don't you recognize me?
Kim Seonsaengnim?
Yes!
Ohhh... this...
Actually... I'm not one of them.
Don't get close... you commie bastard!
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There's good news!
I found where Su Young is!
I've heard Su Young was dead.
He's alive, Su Young.
They said it's Park In Hwan.
Where is he now?
I knew you'd be in Myeongdong, Lee Seonbae!
Who would protect Myeongdong, if I don't?
Uh?
I'm not part of the People's Army.
I'm just a poet.
To all your efforts, hurrah!
To our poetry, hurrah!
To a new start for Korean contemporary poetry!
Isn't life all about sentimentalism?
I've never lost my reason, even for a brief moment.
So Su Young. Are you on the left, or right?
I'm a person, you bastard!
I'm not a commie!
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