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Excuse me.

Are you Professor Eun Sook Cho?

I'm the one who called you. I'm Assistant Seung Hoon Lee.

I heard you had an afternoon class.

I'm sorry it's so early.

Man. What a knockout.

And she is a professor?

Yes. At Shim Chun Design School. Dyeing Department.

Dyeing Department? Is there such a thing?

So why she an environmental activist?

Huh?

She is even hotter with that limp!

Moon So-ri

Ji Jin-hee

Our Shim Chun Environment Awareness Group plans to be fiercely vigilant.

We intend to maintain constant monitoring.

It's reassuring to know that there are people like you who love Shim Chun

and its environment.

- We salute you for your hard work and long hours. / - Thank you.

Thank you.

So we have had 40 cases a year

since 1991, so a total of 246 cases...

Is that a Palm Pilot?

No. It's a PDA.

- Ah, PDI. - Are you still here?

Are you a reporter?

You were pretty good back there.

No. I introduced myself earlier.

My name is Young Ho Kim.

I'm the producer of "Village Keeper."

Well...

I'm Professor Eun Sook Cho.

Do you use a PDI because you're a PD?

What?

I'm glad you focus on the environment.

I hope it's a great show. Eun Sook Cho.

Bewitching Attraction

How did it go?

You took your glasses off for it?

Then your eyes weren't so bad?

I'm wearing contact lenses.

Well, you put a lot of effort into this.

Of course. I'm a TV star now.

HaHaHa

That's why Professor Cho shouldn't go back to wearing glasses.

Her good looks aren't just for her.

They might rub off on plain-looking folks like us too.

On whom? You over there?

Oh flower! Your scent is not your own.

- It belongs to the bees and butterflies. - What an excellent poem.

Why is everyone making a big deal? I just took off my glasses.

You know men like it when women take things off.

Of course.

Aren't you overreacting?

Like what?

Is this the first time you see me like this?

It is.

Are you kidding?

No. It's my first time.

Then do I do it with my glasses on?

Jung Hyun Oh. Jung Hyun Oh!

Hye Sung Jung. Hye Sung Jung!

Of course they aren't here.

Didn't I say I would check attendance?

You girls have to do things like this.

What good is a pretty dress if...

it doesn't compliment your surroundings?

See that green backdrop?

Myung Hee.

That's why your yellow looks good today.

It isn't because the dress is pretty.

Today's attendance will be your midterm. Dismissed.

Here.

After the Rain Shower.

By Eun Sook Cho.

Oh, this will be good.

My body... rides the wind...

mixes with the thick scent of leaves...

and departs.

I wait for its return...

Imprisoned like a prisoner...

And this moment has freed me.

Wow. Bravo.

This idiot.

Stay still, you stupid dog.

Yes. This is writer Park.

Mr. Park. This is Star Comics.

Yes.

So, is the manuscript finished?

Yes, it's all done.

Then, are you on your way over?

Yes.

Really? Good.

Let me buy you a drink today.

I heard you became a professor.

You should be pleased.

Yes.

- You are teaching comics? - No, well...

Well, congratulations.

Hello?

That idiot.

I'll give it to you at half price. I can't use it anyway.

I just want enough to buy some sushi... since we're near the sea and all.

No thanks.

Fine. Don't buy it then. Don't! Just take a look.

- Then I'm really just looking. - Sure.

Young guys like car audios, right?

Take a look.

What the hell.

You guys are a bunch of swindlers!

Hey!

You motherfucker!

Who are you calling swindlers... you fucking asshole.

That's because you said you were buying.

What about the ripped plastic, asshole. You tore it open...

so what are you gonna do about it!

Fuck! I'm gonna fuck you up for that!

Well...

What does your father do?

Huh?

I asked What your father does.

He just stays at home.

He isn't busy?

No.

Be good to your father.

I have a kid with red hair too.

What are you, a fuckin' matchstick?

Well. Think you can do it?

Beats being a bum.

Don't do it too long.

That guy looks like a real punk.

He is a punk... Shit.

Good thing you're here. Go find him for me.

Who?

You know. My kid Yong Hee.

He ran away again?

He's your son, so you go get him.

- I'm busy. - Doing what?

Making money. If I find him now...

I'll end up killing him. I can't.

I can't either. I'm going to Shim Chun for awhile.

For what?

I've been invited to teach...

at a small college there.

Forget about kids you don't know.

Go get your nephew and teach him.

OK? Shit.

He really has issues.

Look at his involvement with the group.

Do we come to the meetings to flirt?

Why does he try to stand out so much!

Stop saying that.

Well, you're the one in the tough spot.

But as a teacher...

Stop!

You were the same back then. Remember?

Do you remember or not?

I do.

What did you say?

What did you say to me back then?

See? You professed your love to me too.

When you first approached me...

I thought it could turn into love.

So you shouldn't judge him.

It isn't shallow capitalism, you know.

It should be lowly capitalism. How shallow.

But he works hard.

That's a different issue.

And, I wasn't going to say this... because it isn't very nice.

But why the hell did he go abroad... to study Korean literature in Russia?

Why go all the way to Russia... to earn a degree in Korean literature?

Does that make sense?

But I'm uncomfortable... with you two acting like this.

Uncomfortable?

Well, it must be... Sure...

Stop it now and try some of this.

No, I'm full.

The faster we eat, the more we get the food. Like that table there.

And why do you keep doing that with your mouth?

Hurry up, you little punk.

Hey! What's the matter?

What?

Yong Hee's Friend Yong Hee's gonna kill me!

Hey, you little asshole. I'm Yong Hee's uncle.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Man, they all suck.

They all need to be bashed up.

Hell, what's the coach teaching them?

If I were him I would go die in a hole.

Are you kidding around?

C'mon, do it right already.

I feel sorry for your parents...

What the hell.

Asshole.

Mind your own business, fatty. Shit. Look at that belly.

Hey, fatty!

Year 1986

Hey! Cho! Quiet!

Bro.

What are you doing here?

Mom's at home right now.

- Shit. I told Eun Sook to come by. - To the house?

What about Eun Sook?

She got detention for smoking.

Crazy bitch, acting all tough. Even I don't smoke at school. Shit.

Hey! Do you know what this is?

Remember how I told you that Eun Sook got busted for smoking?

The teacher went through her stuff but couldn't find the cigarettes.

- Do you know where she hid them? - Where?

In her underwear.

That dirty bitch. Shit.

Isn't that crazy?

Ah, the sweet smell of pussy.

Really? Give me.

- No way. - C'mon, let me see.

Damn, this smell is crazy.

C'mon, man!

Let me see. For real.

You little shit. Asshole. You little asshole.

- Hey, Jong Du. - Yeah?

You like Eun Sook, don't you.

No way.

Don't shit with me. I know you like her.

You wanna fuck her, right?

Huh?

You wanna screw Eun Sook, right?

What about you?

Huh?

You wanna do it too, right?

Fight. I'll let the winner fuck her once.

Idiot! Why can't a senior beat a freshman?

Tie.

Suk Ho isn't back yet?

No.

When is he coming back?

I don't know. Dad went to get him so he should be back soon.

I heard you fought with Jong Du.

What?

You want to sleep with me, right?

Do you want to do it later?

Why?

I heard you won.

Oh shit.

He came after you with a bat? Are you sure he is your uncle?

Shut up, bitch!

Son of a bitch!

You asshole! Did you do it or not?

I didn't, asshole.

Fuck you.

Asshole. You fucked Eun Sook, right!

You're a real asshole.

You son of a bitch. Shit.

Hey! Asshole!

We didn't.

She says it didn't happen.

You take care of him.

That asshole!

Son of a bitch! Stop right there!

Fucking retards.

Son of a bitch!

I'm sorry I'm late.

I'm Writer Park the new comic illustrations teacher.

Oh!

Something came up on the way. I'm sorry.

This is the dean.

How do you do? I'm Writer Park.

Don't just stand there. Come on in.

Is Producer Kim available?

He's away from his desk right now.

I see.

Are you Professor Eun Sook Cho?

Yes, I am Eun Sook Cho.

Hello.

I'm Assistant Seung Hoon Lee.

Oh, hello.

Then, shall I give you... Producer Kim's cell phone number?

No, no. That's OK.

I called to say that I saw the show.

I see.

But if you insist... should I give him a call?

Excuse me?

I said I would give him a call.

- Is your dad Young Ho Kim? - Yes.

- Is your dad home? - He isn't here.

- Is he at the studio? - Yes.

Why are you answering his cell phone?

Oh, he must have left it at home.

What about your mom?

- No. - Did she go somewhere?

Mom's not around.

She's not?

No.

So no mommy?

No.

Oh, I see.

Then, what's your villege?

108

No, I didn't mean number of building...

Oh, professor. Yes, number 108.

I see. Yes, professor.

The exhaust fumes are dangerous...

especially in a densely populated city...

Hello.

Oh, hello.

What are you doing here?

Didn't you see me?

I came to take notes on the hearing.

What did you do without your glasses?

I got a new pair. I'm wearing contact lenses now.

Do you think I could... get those glasses back?

Isn't it nice?

Yes.

Oh my God!

What is he? A spy?

No.

He looks like a reserves trainee. Must have gotten lost by himself.

What is this?

Don't worry. They're just passing by.

OK everyone! Let's take a 15-minute break here.

Please take your pastry and drink here.

- I thought... - Quick. Lie down.

I thought... Shit!

Your doorbell sounds just like the one at my house.

Go home.

And don't wear those clothes anymore.

Why not?

They make you look old, like an old man.

I'm not being vain. Really.

What?

They look like things people wear around the house. Lounge clothes.

Did I hurt your feelings?

It's just... That's my personal opinion.

Of course it's personal. It's not public opinion, right?

They look like pajamas.

Do you know what that means? Pajama is an English word.

P! A! J! A! M! A! Pajama! Didn't you know?

There are things in this world...

that you will never know... Professor Cho.

How do you like teaching? Fun, right?

Yes.

Don't have too much fun.

If you enjoy it too much... you can't do anything else later.

It's comfortable.

You get used to it... and it brings you respect.

After a few years... you can't do anything else.

You don't want to do anything else.

And it gets a little scary.

Scary?

You can reprimand them all you want...

but they can turn on you later.

They might be your pupils at school...

but once we're in the real world we're like enemies.

Oh! In any case...

I came by to ask a favor from you.

An 11% incrase in business from the same months in the previous year.

Can we start off with other people?

Why? Are you embarrassed?

Well, a little bit...

Will you go to Japan with me?

Japan?

Yes.

Right now?

No. Not right now.

Do you have plans to go to Japan?

No.

Then how would we go?

Why can't we?

We'll just go.

I want to go with you. Together.

Instructor Yoo will handle the plot.

He teaches at Duk Chun Elementary...

and he's done this before... so it should go smoothly.

First off, it's a comic textbook so it needs to be fun for the students.

Fun is good, but more importantly... it's an educational book.

There will be many important aspects.

Let's meet later to discuss.

Yes. We must discuss it in depth.

Come in. Everyone is here.

Hello, Professor Cho.

Hello, Professor. Sit down.

It took you forever to get here.

Why do you call if you're already here?

Then again, Professor Cho, always calls Professor Moon.

What's his problem?

Now, now. Professor Cho.

This is the comic artist, Writer Park that I told you about before.

This is our colleage, Professor Cho.

Hello. I'm writer Park.

I'm Eun Sook Cho.

You didn't tell me about him before.

I didn't?

No, you didn't.

So.

You're a painter?

What?

You're a painter, right?

No, I'm a cartoonist.

Not... painter...

Car... toonist...

Is there something about me... that bothers you?

Then...

Don't I bother you as well?

I'll submit a plan. Please review it.

Producer Kim. A network... is just like a regular company.

We can't be relaxed... and easygoing all the time.

If you say on a whim... that you're going to Japan...

do you think say, "Have a good trip" and give you money to go?

Work with your schedule.

Then I'll submit it directly to the chief.

You didn't learn one damn thing here.

Do you think we're SBS?

How come it's OK at SBS... but not at SBC?

Is there that much difference between an S and a C?

What's the matter?

What?

I heard something from Producer Lee.

Who cares what he says.

- Are you recording today? - Yes, at 8 o'clock. With Producer Lee.

Why do he always schedule at night?

Don't do these producers any favors.

Finish up quickly and go home.

Why are you talking like this?

Aren't you a producer too?

Don't producers worry about their kids?

And do you think producers here are real producers?

Myung Hee.

Yes?

About Professor Eun Sook Cho... She is your professor, right?

A real professor?

Didn't you know?

It's by invitation from the Cartoon Illustration Department.

Haven't you heard of the cartoonist Park?

Well. You can't know if you don't read comics.

He is certainly living in the right times.

Actually, he's just a cartoonist, isn't he?

These days, you're a professor if you're good at just one thing.

But I think I've seen him before.

His face looks familiar.

Japan isn't too far, right?

No, not in distance.

Then let's not go. I don't like going overboard.

It's meaningless if we can't escape completely.

Did something happen?

I'm not saying that. It just would be meaningless.

But what do you mean? What's the matter?

Let's go.

Maybe we'll find the meaning... once we're there.

Hello. Yeah.

I'm out.

I'll be coming in late.

Yeah, just go ahead. OK.

Girlfriend?

Is it? Is that your girlfriend?

It's my wife.

Your wife?

Didn't you know I was married?

I knew.

But you have a wife too?

What?

Eun Sook. I know you're upset. I'm sorry.

I was rude to you.

But when you avoid me like this...

you are being rude as well.

Please call me... when you get this message.

I don't think I'm asking for too much. I will be waiting.

Professor Cho! Are you OK?

Instructor Yoo!

Were you hailing a cab?

Yes.

How can you leave after calling me here?

You don't remember at all.

Professor Cho.

Professor Cho.

Professor Cho!

You have a message.

I know.

But I don't want to listen to it.

Then turn it off.

I have to know it's there.

I'll forget if I turn it off.

Is it from someone I know?

Instructor Yoo.

You know, I really like you.

You are reliable and honest.

I hate liars.

You're much better... than those kind of people.

Eun Sook.

Yes?

You're also a good person.

- I love you. - I love you.

Wait! Stop!

Are you awake?

Stop!

Turn your face!

What?

I asked you to turn your face.

Keep looking at the wall while I leave.

- Professor Cho. - The wall!

I'll go get some medicine.

Oh, I forgot. Professor Park.

You know Professor Cho's cell phone number, right?

I wanted her to get me something...

since she already went out.

Her number...

You do know, right?

It's 010-410-7393.

410-7393.

Do you have to do that?

My head is killing me.

And I think I smell something.

Did you bring it from home?

Yes.

Did you wash it when you brought it here?

Yes.

But I smell something... like a rotten smell.

If you don't clean a humidifier well it becomes a germ breeding ground.

It's releasing germs right now.

I don't smell anything.

I think I do.

Isn't there a smell ever since we turned it on?

Hey!

Enough already!

How've you been?

I didn't recognize you... because of your leg.

Do you think you remember him?

I'm not sure.

Instructor Yoo doesn't just say things.

Think harder. You must have met before.

Well, I'm not sure.

Well, just be mindful around him.

Do you have sins to hide from him?

Then are you saying we don't?

On air

I'll ask one last time.

Why go to Japan... when we have all the material?

That material is 3-4 years old.

We can't lie to our audience.

I won't be responsible. I'm turning off your mic.

Sir!

I've made up my mind this time.

I don't care what you think of me.

But, in the name of journalism...

How can you do this?

How can you turn off the mic... when someone is speaking?

Please tell me.

Crazy bastard.

Why did you bring me here?

What are we going to do?

It's not what you think.

Then why are we here?

Is this really the right time?

What are you doing?

What?

Hey.

That little...

Take that, you bitch.

Hello. This is Producer Kim's cell phone.

Hello?

He's away from his desk so I'm answering for him.

Hello?

Are you dating? You got a love letter.

You fucking bastard. Really.

If you take him away from me...

it will be the worst punishment that I could give to you.

Did I do something wrong?

Are you angry at me for something?

Why would I be angry at you?

Then why are you acting like this?

Like what?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Is it because of him?

Because of that man?

Because of who? What did I do?

Mr. Park.

What?

Are you seeing Mr. Park?

What are you talking about?

What about me and Suk Gyu Park?

Why are you connecting me with him?

Suk Gyu Park...

Suk Gyu.

So that's what you call him in private.

Suk Gyu.

That sounds so personal.

Opening Day August 23 (Mon) 9:30 AM

His brother was a senior and the guy who died was his friend.

Suk Gyu became a complete punk because of his brother.

And?

And they both transferred out after the friend died.

Oh, and there was a girl involved too.

- A girl? - Yeah.

A freshman punk.

Eun Sook Choi? Eun Sook Kim?

Eun Sook Choi?

Yeah. She was a real punk too.

I think she was his brother's girl.

She was in Suk Gyu's class.

They probably did it a few times too.

Eun Sook Choi?

Old Swimming Pool Suk Gyu, Eun Sook, Punk&Sex

I think this is straying from the original purpose.

This is a comic book... but it is also a textbook.

It can't just be a comic book that makes you laugh once.

But you have to think about its form.

This book isn't just to inform.

What's important is the mindset of the person making the book.

Take a closer look at it.

It has no concern for the environment.

It's just a comic book for kids.

Well...

I admit that it lacks the care.

I was never really interested in the environment to begin with.

Then why are you here?

Are you interested in something else?

I apologize for what happened before.

I spoke rather harshly.

No. You were right.

By the way, Mr. Park.

Did you go to Chung Joo middle school?

- Sorry? - Chung Joo middle school?

No.

No? You weren't in its 35th class?

- No, I wasn't. - Well...

Wait, you transferred in the middle... but you did go there for awhile, right?

No, I didn't.

Don't you know Eun Sook?

- Who? - You know, Eun Sook.

What? What about me?

Pervert!

This isn't about you, Professor Cho.

Don't you remember Eun Sook Choi?

I think you were in the same class.

Of course not. I didn't go to that school.

Can you swear by it?

- What? - Can you swear by it?

You're acting strange, Instructor Yoo.

Fine. I'll swear.

On what?

What?

What are you going to swear it on?

Fine. I swear on my mother.

Mother. Satisfied?

Son of a bitch!

Mr. Park.

Your family called...

several times...

Your mother...

Your mother passed away.

It was cheat but it failed helping out this guy and that guy.

When I was firefighter...

I told you to just look out for yourself.

Then your wife wouldn't have suffered. Oh shit.

Are you...

married then?

He left without telling anyone?

Well, he is a little strange Seung Mok Yoo.

You bastard!

A new face, huh?

Mr. Park is upstairs...

so who is he?

My fiance.

Oh. Your fiance.

So who are you marrying?

What do you think you are doing?

It isn't Suk Gyu...

so is it Suk Gyu's brother?

That fucking punk?

I'm just kidding.

That isn't important now.

Really.

The past is the past.

Please come back, Eun Sook.

What are you talking about?

Are you drunk?

Eun Sook. I'll forgive everything.

Forgive what?

Stop making me crazy!

What?

Let go of me!

What are you doing?

Let go, you jerk!

Instructor Yoo! Instructor Yoo, let go.

Let her go and talk.

Just talk.

- Let go - Please.

Why are you acting like this?

Suk Gyu Park!

How was the funeral?

You shouldn't swear... by your mother so carelessly.

She must have had a hard time raising two fucking punks.

Look here!

Fine. You can have her.

Either you take her. Or give her to your brother.

Or fuck her up and throw her away.

But you won't be able to show...

your faces around here from now on.

Do you think I can't do it?

You wanna see it?

Let go!

You can't drive in this condition.

Don't fuck with me, you piece of shit.

OK. OK,

Instructor Yoo. Wait.

I'll be straight with you.

Let's say...

Starting that way isn't being straight!

Look, Instructor Yoo.

Instructor Yoo!

Instructor Yoo, Instructor Yoo. Stop calling me!

The Seung Mok Yoo you knew is dead.

I'm just a corpse now.

So don't expect sympathy from a corpse.

Fucking bastards.

Are you OK?

Do you want to get a drink?

Let's go to my place.

Do you want to toast?

Here.

You can toast right after someone dies?

Go back.

Go back and draw your comics.

We can't meet again.

Why not?

Do you know how many people...

we have killed until now?

Did we kill them?

Just go back.

And live quiet separate lives.

I was going to anyway.

I'll take the south. You take the north. Don't you dare cross that line.

Got it?

Do you understand?

What if we have reunification?

Then we'll fucking split it sideways.

I'll take the east. You take the west.

No fucking way. I'm going east.

Do whatever you want, asshole.

We'll have one toast.

Live well. I'll live well too.

And... Cheers, for all the poor souls.

Cheers.

- I got divorced today. - What?

I got a divorce.

Young Ho.

- Can you come out? - What?

Can you come out for me?

- For me... - Myung Hee.

Let's go to Japan now.

That's where this all started.

Young Ho! I told you...

that I hate going overboard.

We'll be fine, Eun Sook.

You said there were too many people dying around you

They say that's a good omen.

If you can come out for me...

I can do everything for you.

Myung Hee.

Please come out?

Dyed with blood.

Blackened blood...

blackened petals...

naturally wither.

A fistful of memories to the heart...

a fistful of tears to the womb.

I will be your grave of pleasure.

My body resurrects...

from the tomb of petals...

in the red morning light

of summer.

Title. Tomorrow... No

No...

My Body is A Red Flower?

Yes!

Young Ho, it's Eun Sook.

Things were a little hard for awhile...

but everything is fine now.

It all worked out OK.

I'm sorry that you got a divorce because of me.

I wrote a poem.

Would you like to hear it?

It's called "My Body is a Red Flower."

By Eun Sook Cho. www.rarelust.com