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With my high starched collar And my high topped shoes

And my hair Piled high upon my head

I went to lose a jolly Hour on the Trolley

And lost my heart instead

With his light brown derby And his bright green tie

He was quite The handsomest of men

I started to yen So I counted to ten

Then I counted to ten again

Hmm.

Underneath this prim exterior,

there are depths of emotion,

romantic longings.

Young-Ja Unni.

Ya-ho!

Ya-ho!

There's nothing to fear.

America is here to fight for your freedom.

Do not be alarmed.

There's nothing to fear.

America is here to fight for your freedom.

Do not be alarmed.

America is here to fight for your freedom.

Do not be alarmed.

There's nothing to fear.

America is here to fight for your freedom.

Get away from me, you fucking gook!

God, these zipperhead bitches are gonna cut my leg off!

Help me! Help!

All right, move it off the back.

Let's go. Come on.

Let's go!

The fuck on your knees.

Information is being leaked out of your hospital

to the hands of Communist pigs.

We've intercepted communications

on multiple occasions between 1600 and 1700 hours.

Which makes it this shift.

One of you nurses is a Communist spy.

Which of you is it?

Is it you?

Oh, I know you bitches speak English.

I can do this shit all day.

All fucking day.

Fuck.

Private.

Which of you is a goddamn spy?

Who is it?

It's me!

I'm the spy.

Young-Ja!

Young-Ja Unni! Young-Ja!

Get her up.

Young-Ja. Young-Ja Unni.

- Let's go! - Wait!

Wait, please! Wait! Wait!

Please!

Wait! Wait! Wait!

Back to your truck. Let's go.

Let's go!

Get up! Let's go!

Let's go.

Let's go. To the truck.

Get up. Get up. Let's go.

I have to turn your bed.

- You don't have to do that. - Please.

I need something to do.

Can you do me a favor?

What is it?

Can you read this to me?

My glasses broke in the bombing.

Only got a few chapters left.

Edmond gets his revenge on Fernand in a swordfight.

Takes on Villefort

while defending himself on trial.

Rekindles his romance with Mercédès.

That's how it ends.

You read this?

Interesting premise told poorly.

How so?

Edmond should not have found out about the betrayal

so early in the story.

His relationship to Mercédès, why rekindle it?

It robbed him of his most interesting turn.

What would he have done with his life

when finally given a choice?

Find out for yourself.

Edmond and Mercédès don't end up together.

But I see why they thought that change

would make for a better movie.

Go on.

You gotta read it now.

I have to take my break.

Ji-ah.

Meet my friend Sung.

Seen any new flicks you wanna spoil for us?

I told him about our little debate.

Not everybody can go toe to toe with Alexandre Dumas.

I haven't been able to watch any movies lately.

The only theater in town is shut down.

I was hoping to see Summer Stock.

But who knows if it'll come back after the war...

Or if we're even still here?

With everything going on, it must've been nice

to escape into the dark for a few hours.

Have you two met Judy Garland?

Sorry, we don't mean to laugh.

It's just, the only way we'd meet Judy Garland

is if I was her butler or he was her chauffeur.

I don't understand.

In America, colored folks are treated differently.

We're made out to be an enemy in our own home.

You should stay in Korea after the war,

be with people who respect you.

In America, I'm called a gook.

In Korea, I'm called yangnom.

That's what no one ever gives a shit to think about.

Here or there, I'll always be seen as a foreigner.

Then why do you fight for a country

that doesn't want you?

I was drafted.

If I had a choice, you think I'd be here?

Ask him. His ass volunteered.

You went to the movies to get away from everything,

everybody.

I stuck my nose in books.

I guess it just got to a point

where they couldn't take me far enough away.

So you came here?

And now it's back to books.

"He who has felt the deepest grief

is best able to experience supreme happiness.

We must have felt what it is to die

that we may appreciate the enjoyments of living."

Why'd you choose this one?

It's my father's favorite.

I think maybe because after years of oppression,

unfair oppression,

Edmond gets his sweet revenge.

I don't know, it may also be because it's written by a Negro man.

You should ask him which one it is.

We don't talk much anymore.

Things are difficult with my mother too.

She wishes I was someone I'm not.

I like who you are.

My entire life, my father's been trying to turn me into someone I'm not.

I've gone halfway across the world

to get out from under his thumb, and now...

Being here,

this war,

it's done his job better than he could ever imagine.

We have to stop letting their fear shape us.

That's good advice.

It's from my best friend.

Well, I'd like to meet this best friend.

Get some more advice.

"Live, then,

and be happy,

beloved children of my heart,

and never forget that until the day..."

Hey!

You can have a go with her when I'm done,

if she can walk.

Just make sure you're not fucking your own sister.

Atticus?

Atticus?

Yeah?

Judy Garland's got some competition.

You sure don't.

How did you do this?

I'd like to take the credit, but it was mostly my uncle.

Is he in the movies?

Uncle George? No.

He publishes a book called The Safe Negro Travel Guide,

and he gets to meet all sorts of people,

traveling the country, collecting information for it.

Let's get some good seats.

There stands love My arms around you

That's wonderful too

So glad I found you

You wonderful you Remember

Hey, you okay?

I'm just...

I'm just a little cold.

But I know what would warm me up.

You're mine now

You wonderful you

Ji-ah, hold on.

Hold on.

Hold on.

What's wrong? Don't you want to?

Yeah. Yeah.

It's just...

I've never done this before.

You're a virgin?

I'm not.

No, that's... that's okay.

That's not why... I just...

I just wanted to tell you,

to be honest with you, because...

Ji-ah,

I've done... horrible things,

things I've tried to forget.

And when I'm with you, that seems possible.

It's like...

it's like, 'cause you see the good in me,

I know it's there.

I've never felt this way about anybody before.

Get out.

Get out! Go!

- What... - Get out!

You need to go.

Fellas.

You killed my best friend.

Her name was Young-Ja.

She was a nurse.

Your unit shot some of us at checkpoint,

then dragged her away.

She was a Commie sympathizer.

Is that what you tell yourself?

I was following orders.

Who knows how many lives I saved by doing what I did?

Does that balance how many you have taken,

the ones that keep you up at night and sobbing?

There's no book for you to escape what you have done.

You knew this entire time and didn't say a word?

Ji-ah, you made me care for you.

- What's wrong with you? - Nothing is wrong with me.

You're the monster.

Why'd you agree to go out with me, then?

Because I was going to kill you.

But I didn't,

because I've never felt this way either.

You murdered my best friend,

and then you sa...

and then you saved me, I think.

The first time I saw you at the hospital,

the anger shot through me like lightning.

And then all I could see was a murderer.

And then I got to know you, and I realized

how this war has torn you apart.

We've both done monstrous things,

but that does not make us monsters.

We could be the people we see in each other.

We just have to choose to be.

Relax.

I don't wanna hurt you.

You okay?

Yeah.

"Deep in the mountainous forest

lives a nine-tailed fox spirit called a kumiho.

The spirit can be summoned

into the form of a beautiful woman

to avenge the wrong done by men."

Ji-ah, I got something to tell you.

I earned enough points to rotate out.

I can go home.

That's good news.

I can choose to stay.

I can't ask you to do that for me.

You hate this war.

Then...

Then come with me.

Atticus, there...

there are so many things you don't know about me.

Ji-ah, there's nothing you could tell me

that would change the way I feel about you.

Don't go home.

What just happened?

You're going to die.

What...

What'd you do?

What'd you do?

- Don't go home. - Stay back!

Please listen to me.

- Stay away from me! - Please! Please!

If you go home, you will die. I saw it.

Stay the fuck away from me!

Wait. Wait. Wait. Listen. Listen, please!

Please! I'm a kumiho.

I don't honestly understand why I've been the victim

and been made the victim of so many untruths.

Perhaps you don't understand what it's like to pick up a paper

and read things about yourself that aren't true,

read loathsome things that have nothing to do with your life

or you or your heart or your beliefs

or your kindnesses or your willingness.

I've spent years and years and years

trying to please through singing or acting.

There's nothing wrong with that.

And yet I've constantly been written or talked about

by certain individuals as an unfit person.

Well, what kind of people are they?

They're dead people.

But they've tried to kill me along the way,

and, by God, they won't.

Ji-ah.

They won't.

Oh, Sinnerman

Where you gonna run to?

Sinnerman

Where you gonna run to?

Sinnerman

Where you gonna run to?

All on that day

Well, I run to the rock

Please hide me

I run to the rock

Please hide me

I run to the rock

Please hide me

All on that day

But the rock cried out

"I can't hide you"

The rock cried out

"I can't hide you"

The rock cried out

"I ain't gonna hide you"

All on that day

I said, "Rock

What's the matter with you, Rock?

Can't you see I need you, Rock"

Devil was waiting

All on that day

Power

Power

I cried, "Power"

I cried, "Power"

I cried, "Power"

I cried, "Power"