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BASED ON A TRUE STORY

MY PAPAROTTI

I'm almost there.

Yes.

Okay, sir.

Dragging me to work on my day off. Bastard.

What the heck?

What the…

I'm sorry.

I wasn't looking.

What the hell?

My neck hurts.

I'm sure I didn't hit you that hard.

What are you, a doctor?

With that Farrah Fawcett hair?

Seriously, who wears their hair like that anymore?

That's rude coming from someone I just met.

Accidents usually happen between strangers, don't they?

Isn't that right?

I'm in a bit of a hurry, actually.

Do we look like we've got nowhere better to be?

I mean…

I'll bury your sorry-ass alive.

What's going on?

This asshole won't apologize for bumping into us.

Then, make him.

I'm real sorry about the trouble. This is my insurance number…

That's a killer audio system you've got.

Much too good for this piece of junk.

My spoiler alone is worth more than your car.

Get his card and tell him to piss off.

Yes, boss.

You're almost here? Good.

Finally, a breakthrough for this school.

The moment I heard his demo,

every single hair on my body stood on end.

Even my armpit hair.

A true genius. Wouldn't you agree?

Maybe that's a bit of an overstatement. But he is quite special.

Why are you sending this boy wonder to our school?

He got into a bit of trouble, so he has to be transferred.

We'll welcome him with open arms.

Open arms sounds good and all,

but, sir,

this is gonna be his fourth transfer.

That poor boy has been through a lot.

He got expelled from your school, didn't he?

You see…

There you are.

This is Lee Jang-ho.

Say hello to your new principal.

Morning.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning.

What a good-looking fella you are.

This is the head of the music department. Say hello.

Good to see you…

again.

What do you mean?

You two know each other?

My neck hurts.

Something wrong, Mr. Na?

I'm suddenly feeling a sharp pain in my neck.

Why don't you give him a vocal test, Mr. Na?

Mr. Lee?

What?

Yes, boss.

I understand.

Mr. Na.

I'll take the test some other time.

I've got some urgent business to take care of.

When you gotta go, you gotta go.

Go ahead.

Great.

But before you go…

It's not, "I'll take the test some other time."

It's, "May I take the test some other time, sir?"

Show some respect, okay?

Off you go.

Sure.

And…

Don't worry about the spoiler.

Use the money to buy snacks for your kids, okay?

That little piece of shit.

Mr. Na, can we have a word?

Did Jang-ho leave early?

Yes. He had some urgent business to take care of.

Said he'd take the test some other time.

You need to sort this out.

We're the ones that need him. You, me and this school.

Why are you always so difficult?

Would it kill you to be a little more cooperative?

You're a teacher, you're on the pay roll. So this isn't your problem, I know.

If you took half the interest you have in anything…

Are you saying you want me to resign?

Fine. You got it.

Damn scumbags.

What?

This is gonna fall off any moment now.

Snack money for kids, huh?

Sang-Jin, old buddy…

Get off me.

I'm the principal here.

I said let go, damn it.

And I'm a persistent man.

Let go of me.

Have a drink.

Come on, it's all for the sake of the school.

I can't remember the last time we won a competition.

I see. So you brought in a thug to sing for the school?

When my late father made me principal, he said to me,

"Noblesse oblige."

We all have to do our part for society.

Do you owe him money?

Is he threatening to kill you?

If only we hadn't gone to college together…

Mr. Na!

What is it, sir?

Don't try to boss me around outside of school.

I remember how my late father

took you under his wing during your worst times.

How would he feel if I let the school close down?

Give the boy a chance. Please?

What the hell?

What do we have here?

That's some fantastic needle work.

Your skirt is so tight that it won't even roll up.

-How do you even walk in it? -Very well, actually.

Not only do I feel bad for your poor skirt,

but also for my eyes for having to put up with this sight.

More trouble?

It's you again.

When will you grow up?

How much peroxide did you use to get a color like this?

It's discolored from malnutrition.

Really?

Look at these bags under my eyes.

Is that right?

Have it tested at the crime lab.

A single strand won't do.

They'll need at least a handful of samples.

Bring me a pair of scissors.

What a sad-looking bunch.

Have a good day, boss!

Is that him? I heard a big guy was transferring in.

How do you know it's big?

I'm not talking about that, silly.

What the hell?

Why aren't you stopping him?

Hey, you!

Could you please come here for a second?

Oh, dear.

What's up?

You should be wearing a uniform. Right?

And the shoes…

You got a problem with my shoes?

Let me check the rulebook again.

I think it's allowed, though.

LET'S BECOME AN INTELLECTUAL PERSON WITH FAITH

Who's next?

Min-Seok?

Yes, Mr. Na.

He's dyed his hair, too.

What?

Tell me,

where do you get your hair done?

Is that a tattoo on your face?

What the…

Piss off.

You smell nice.

-What shampoo do you use? -Hey.

What's going on?

Nothing.

Maybe he doesn't feel like talking.

Is that right?

Hey, douchebag.

What do you take me for?

Hey.

I'm talking to you.

You're bleeding.

No, I'm not. It's nothing.

Let me take a look at it.

It's gushing out now.

The damn bell saved your ass, dick.

What the hell are you looking at? Go back to your books, assholes.

Why don't you paint the entire school in blood?

You got it wrong. He started it.

I don't care.

What the hell have you done to your face?

This isn't art class.

Are you gonna take a swing at me?

Little punk.

RESTAURANT COUPON

What's this?

Snack money.

Order yourself a bowl of noodles, on me.

It's a 30% off coupon.

-Your hairdresser-- -Shut up.

God damn it.

Nobody wants to eat with you because of your stinky temper?

Let me join you.

I get indigestion from eating with people.

Jang-ho hasn't come to school in days.

Did you call him?

I've been busy.

Too busy to carry out your duties as a teacher?

Fine. I'll call him. Enjoy your meal.

Stop acting like you've got ants in your pants.

Sit down, please.

Well…

Here.

HANSUNG APT UNIT 311 MANCHON 3DONG, DAEGU

That's his address.

He doesn't live far from you.

Why don't you pick him up on your way to school?

It'll be nice for you to have some company.

You think it'll make any difference?

He's not gonna change.

He's a piece of crap.

How can you say that without giving him a shot?

My poor father.

Your son is treated like a piece of shit by his colleagues.

Mr. Na!

It's about time you did something for this school.

The school doesn't run on air and water.

Bring me Jang-ho or your resignation.

Something going on between you two?

I hear rumors that you've been making out on school grounds.

-That's absurd. -No way.

Turn it off.

Why are you sleeping here?

I'll go under the bed.

Buzz at your own risk?

Damn thugs.

Scum of society.

Damn it.

Screw it.

I don't believe this.

What the…

Who the hell are you?

Who sent you?

-A hit man? -No, I'm not.

You got this all wrong.

The fender bender?

What's going on?

Boss, it's the fender bender punk from the other day.

Mr. Na?

"Mr. Na"? Is that his alias?

-He's my teacher. -Your teacher, boss?

Good morning, sir.

Morning.

What brings you here so early?

Let's go.

Go? Where?

Where do you think?

To the school.

I see you changed your ride.

-It's not the same piece of junk. -No, it's not.

Used cars are as bad as used women.

-See you boys later. -Yes, boss.

-Call me if anything happens. -Yes, sir.

Have a good day, boss.

So, you've upgraded from a wreck to a piece of junk.

Let's roll.

Have a good day, boss!

Are you done?

Yes.

What's the title of this song?

"The Trout."

A live trout or a dead one?

How would I know?

That's what's wrong with you.

Is he for real?

-Sook-Hee? -Yes.

You majored in dance last year, didn't you?

Yup.

Why did you change to singing this year?

Mr. Na!

I didn't think I'd ever make it big.

What will you take up next year?

Continue singing, I guess.

Find a husband.

Get married and then you can sing and dance all you want.

Go to your seat.

That's all for today.

Thank you, Mr. Na.

What the hell?

If you weren't going to teach me anything, why'd you drag me here?

Because the principal asked me to. Happy now?

So we're not going to train at all?

If you were in my shoes, would you wanna teach a thug?

Do you have to keep calling me a thug?

But you are a thug. Aren't you?

Last time I checked, thugs were allowed to sing.

It's classical, not country music.

It's not something you can take lightly.

But I'm not taking it lightly.

I didn't think that music discriminated too.

I don't want to learn from a stuck-up old fart either.

"Old fart"?

Fine.

Do whatever you want.

A singing thug. Nice.

I'd rather scatter manure on those who have actual potential,

shithead.

Do I look like a freaking carrot to you?

Manure, my ass! Gross!

You know what?

You're not the only vocal coach around.

Did you bring my coupon?

No.

That's no way to treat a regular customer.

You should take pride in your job no matter how trivial it may be.

-I didn't order a large portion. -That's okay, sir.

Not a soul in the entire school to have lunch with. Loner.

Looks like teachers bully each other too.

Loser.

It means you don't want anything to do with it.

-Are you done with the phone call? -Are you done with the phone call?

Not really.

I can't get reception in the hallway.

Who is it this time?

Good reception here, I guess.

Yes, boss.

Him again?

Okay.

Right now?

I'll be right there, sir.

Look at this.

This is 100% fake.

You shouldn't add tap water to the whiskey that you sell.

Because that's wrong.

Wrong.

That's a terrible practice.

No, no, no.

You.

Are you in charge here?

This is your judgment day.

Look.

I'm calling the cops.

Go on, then.

I will. I'm dialing.

Do you want me to call them for you?

Did you see that? Did you see what he did to me?

Go on. Why don't you just kill me?

You picked the wrong guy to mess with. Bring it on.

My head.

Is this a school or a club?

You sent us a thug to work with.

But…

For all you know, he could put a knife through me.

Will you take responsibility?

That's why you should be careful.

What the hell, man?

You're not invited to my funeral. Don't you pay condolences either.

Calm down, man.

I've got to take this call. Don't hang up, we're not done here.

What a jerk.

Gimcheon Arts High.

What?

He got into trouble already…

Hello?

VIOLENT CRIMES UNIT

Lee Jang-ho,

a student at Gimcheon Arts High.

A student by day and a gangster by night,

you must be pretty busy.

He must be your favorite student.

Very touching. I'll let him off this time.

Thank you, Officer. Please keep up the good work.

Looks like anyone can study singing these days.

Do you need a high school diploma to be a gangster these days?

That's not why I go to school.

Why do you, then?

I just love to sing.

You haven't heard me sing yet.

When you get to my age,

you don't have to taste it to know that shit is shit.

I'm not shit!

It's been a really hot day. Have a cold drink.

Thank you, ma'am.

What a handsome fella.

Mom, is he a gangster?

Give us some privacy.

Sure. Let's get out of here.

He's so cool.

And handsome, too.

What do you want to sing?

You can play anything?

Which song?

"E lucevan le stelle."

You don't know it?

Pick something you can actually sing.

But I like this one.

Fine, then.

What are you doing?

Warming up.

Seriously?

And he called me shit.

You went to the cop shop?

It was not a big deal.

Be careful with customers, especially the ones from hell.

If you get kicked out of school again…

I'm sorry, boss.

Drink up.

So, did he make you stand in the corner?

Actually, I'm sure I got to him.

You little piece of shit.

He's quite a singer.

-He's something, isn't he? -Come on.

Be a man. Give him the credit that he deserves.

Let me eat in peace.

But you are eating it.

That ganster tenor freaking rocks.

Watch your mouth!

Don't finish all of it.

Why can't you just share?

I'm the one who asked you to make it.

So it's mine.

A COUNTRY BOY WHO BECAME A HERO OF CARNEGIE HALL

Gimcheon Arts High School.

One moment, please.

Mr. Na, it's for you.

-Mr. Na? -Yes?

It's the Daegu Singing Competition, they want to speak to you.

Hello. Na speaking.

Lee Jang-ho?

DO NOT GO IN I AM WATCHING YOU

How dare he do this to me.

Hey, Daegu Competition!

Deok-Saeng!

Come here, you.

-Jang Deok-Saeng. -Please calm down.

You signed him up, didn't you?

Shouldn't you be in class, Mr. Na?

You wrote him a freaking recommendation.

You mean the Daegu Competition?

Without consulting with me first.

How dare you do that behind my back?

Did Jang-ho make it into the main competition?

That's good news.

Damn you!

-Wait, hold on. -Come here, you.

Shouldn't you be busy preparing?

What?

You shouldn't be wasting your time.

He really continues to impress you, doesn't he? Keep it up.

-Why, you little-- -Come on, buddy.

-What? -Did you get my text?

-What text? -Class reunion tomorrow night.

Let's talk tomorrow, okay?

Lee Jang-ho.

It's eel rice.

You know what it's good for?

I'm allergic to eel.

Are you shy?

I know you're just lying because you're shy.

What?

-What, do you stutter? -I didn't.

I'm asking you nicely, now piss off.

Are you nervous about being in a confined space with me?

I said piss off!

Why would I wanna do that?

I don't wanna.

Things are gonna get ugly.

Such harsh words, but such smooth hands.

What do you think about me?

What?

You're stuttering again.

For crying out loud.

Keep it up.

Go, Jang-ho.

Is she out of her mind?

-Cheers! -Cheers!

Won't you get lonely in Italy?

-I've made arrangements. -You never disappoint me.

How was the Carnegie Hall recital? It's a great venue, right?

The acoustics are amazing.

The sound travels so powerfully.

It's a truly wonderful venue.

Fucking beautiful.

Do you want me to fix you a drink?

No, thanks.

Sang-Jin was truly wonderful.

Getting an offer from an Italian opera company and all.

Don't you ever get tired of putting other people down?

You two have been like this since our college days.

Why don't we try to be friends now?

I heard you're teaching now in the countryside.

-I don't know if you can handle that. -Come on, man.

You were such a promising star, and you ended up in the middle of nowhere.

Are you so proud of your tenure position that you bought with money?

I guess if it weren't for your throat tumor,

things would've turned out quite differently.

It could've been perfect.

Perfect, my ass.

Yes, boss.

Yes, sir. I'm out taking care of some business.

Yes, sir.

-The big boss wants to see you. -Really?

I'll be there soon.

Who did this to you?

Him?

That kid did this to all of you?

Why don't you take him under your wing?

Have you eaten?

Come on.

What do you feel like having?

Have you thought this over?

Yes, I have.

Will I be staying in a camp with the brothers?

When you're all by yourself,

it gets so quiet that you can't sleep.

There were times when I wouldn't utter a single word for days.

For days?

There's only so many conversations you can have with yourself.

You've got no siblings?

I've been on my own since Gran died.

Think it over again, carefully.

It might seem like a good choice now,

but death is the only way out of this.

Boss, I saw it on TV.

They all wear black suits for competitions.

How about this one, boss?

I got a bow tie too.

I got it off one of the waiters. Nice, isn't it?

Are you freaking kidding me?

Who wears stuff like that these days?

That Permarotti guy you like, he wears a bow tie all the time.

How many times do I have to tell you,

it's Paparotti, not Permarotti.

When are you gonna learn?

You gotta learn, man.

But he's got a perm.

Come on, man.

Go for it, boss!

Good luck!

-Who are these people? -Is he really a student?

What the heck!

Damn it!

If it weren't for this fucked-up suit…

Shiny silver, damn it!

GALBI RESTAURANT

-Hello. -Welcome.

Chicken feet and a bottle of soju, please.

Coming right up.

Keep your chin up.

What the hell?

I'm still your teacher.

Put that bottle away.

Here.

I don't eat chicken feet.

And why not?

It's nasty.

You're the nasty one.

Are you embarrassed?

You walked in there thinking you'd win that competition easily.

And here you are, empty-handed.

You and your ridiculous silver suit.

What kind of a classical singer doesn't have a tux?

Unbelievable.

It should be about your singing, not the stupid clothes you wear.

Don't talk about singing when you can't even stand up straight.

Not like you ever taught me how.

Wait.

Were you at the competition?

Man, my tongue's on fire.

To check on your shitty student?

You were shit all right.

Your enunciation and emotional expression were total shit.

Your singing is nothing more than mimicking.

Like a parrot.

We all have to start somewhere.

How would I learn these things on my own?

I have no interest in teaching someone who is unwilling to learn.

Teach me.

Please.

Sweet.

I'm confiscating this.

Not that, please. It cost me a fortune.

Quit smoking, dumbass.

What kind of singer smokes cigarettes?

Jang-ho…

if you're gonna do this, do it right.

Got it?

Where are you going?

To take a leak, asshole.

Are we late?

Not yet.

Then, why are we running?

Because they're running too.

Why are they running?

I don't know.

Seriously?

You started running first.

It's your lover boy.

He must have had a change of heart.

He's wearing his uniform. Unbelievable.

How about a duck boat ride this weekend?

Forget the duck boat. Let's get some roast duck.

Oh, dear.

Morning.

Are you crazy? You got to be kidding me.

That prick.

-Jin-Ju. -Yeah?

Schubert wrote this piece after watching trouts playing merrily.

The way you're singing it, they might as well be frozen trout.

Pollacks usually come frozen.

What kind of fish do you like?

Fresh, succulent ones full of vigor…

That's enough talk of sashimi.

Focus on the Trout, the song, okay?

Yes, Mr. Na.

Do you want to stop?

Yes, Mr. Na.

When I look at your gestures and emotional expressions,

I feel like you're a budding prima donna.

What's this song called?

"Forbidden Song."

You're forbidden from singing.

You can't lip-sync to arias.

What's your dream?

To get married.

I figured.

Go on, get married. The sooner the better.

Back to your seat. No singing, though.

What's wrong with her?

Lee Jang-ho.

Yes?

Aren't you going to sing?

Yes.

-Aren't you going to sing? -What?

I am.

What were you looking at?

At the…

You can't read music?

Unbelievable.

Come closer.

Are you kidding me? Closer.

What will you do for me

if I teach you how to read music?

Dinner?

What did you have in mind?

That thing…

that you're thinking about…

right now.

I wasn't thinking about anything.

Don't be naive.

I'll teach you for free.

Pay attention.

Sol-ti-re-fa!

Great Big Dogs Fight.

Fight what?

That's how you memorize it.

Great Big Dogs Fight

Okay.

-Got it? -I got it.

-And A-C-E-G? -What's that?

"All Cows Expel Gas."

-All Cows Expel Gas. -I thought you said you had it?

Okay, got it.

What's this?

Great Big Dogs Fight.

What?

And this?

All Cows Expel Gas!

Do you have to do that for every chord?

-I got it right, though. -You've done your homework.

I can do anything once I put my mind to it.

It's not that hard.

No, it's not.

-Hello, sir. -Hello.

It's nice to see you work together.

-Mr. Na. -Yeah?

Does this student of yours have potential?

-He sure does. -Is that right?

Have a look at this, Jang-ho.

What's that?

A flyer?

Flyer.

Right.

It's about the most prestigious singing competition,

Sejong Competition.

Awesome!

Are you interested? Do you want to go for it?

-Me? -Yes, you.

-Sir… -Please let me talk, Mr. Na.

May I have a word with you?

Outside?

Let's talk here. It's hot out.

Outside, please?

No need to make the serious face.

It's boiling hot outside.

I said I want to discuss something with you.

All right.

What kind of monkey business are you trying to pull?

Come on, you know what I want.

If he wins first place, we can restore the school's reputation.

-First place? -Yeah.

The boy can't even read music.

That's only a minor problem.

What's that Tom Cruise movie? The really famous one.

-Tom Cruise? -Yes.

Come again?

That's what this is. Mission impossible.

That's why your contribution is crucial.

Come on.

This is mission impossible. Down to the letter.

Why don't you do it yourself?

Father, this school you built with your bare hands

is about to go to pieces thanks to your protégé--

Will you stop playing the father card for everything?

Mr. Na,

it's all up to you now.

I'm counting on you.

Take a look at the flyer, or the pamphlet.

Damn you!

I said no making out on the school premises.

We weren't.

Never mind. Continue.

But we weren't doing anything.

Only the best amateur singers will be singing at this competition.

I understand how you feel,

but don't bite off more than you can chew.

Bring it on!

Do you really want to be in this competition?

Yes.

Have you thought about what you're going to sing?

"Nessun Dorma."

Is something wrong?

Can you hit high C?

Hi-C? Like the soda?

No, not the soda, you idiot.

You've got to be able to hit high C in order to sing that song.

I'm gonna sing it anyway.

Why don't we pick something else?

No. I want to sing "Nessun Dorma."

Why?

Because I have to.

When I was little, I lived with my grandmother.

People used to call me a genius when they heard me sing.

Gran was so proud of me, too.

One time, I won this CD as a prize.

I loved it so much. That's how I fell in love with opera.

That song was "Nessun Dorma."

Nobody cared when my gran died.

But when Paparotti died, it was on the news everywhere.

They played his rendition of "Nessun Dorma" all day.

CONDOLENCES FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD

That's when I promised myself

that I'd become a tenor just like him

and sing "Nessun Dorma" on a big stage.

Such a pain in the ass.

Of all the songs out there…

Oh, man.

You all right, Mr. Na?

I'm not, you prick.

Do I look like your chauffeur?

If you don't want to make a fool of yourself at the competition,

you're gonna have to work your ass off.

Yes, sir.

Stop being so nasal, for crying out loud!

Are you a country singer?

I'm sorry, boss.

-What? -I mean, "sir."

-From the top. -Yes, boss.

What's wrong with you?

The boss is busy studying.

Motherfuckers!

Christ! I almost crashed, you bastard.

Did we crash?

Are you training to be a rock climber?

Use minimal gestures to convey emotion.

Like this?

Is that what I think it is? Don't mess around.

Where on earth do you go every weekend?

Are you seeing someone else?

Good morning, sir.

Lee Jang-ho.

Do you know what "vincere" means?

Victory.

You know the meaning of the word,

and yet that's all the emotion you can manage?

Is it good?

Yes, ma'am.

I highly doubt that.

Shall I try that again, Paparotti style? I can sound exactly like him.

Who's Paparotti?

Your father?

It's "Pavarotti," you idiot.

Pavarotti?

Are you trying to get yourself killed?

Excuse me!

Forget Pavarotti… or Paparotti. Forget Domingo.

Find your own voice. Lee Jang-ho's own unique sound.

I can't tell if they're happy or sad songs.

There is no emotion in your songs.

Break-ups, love…

How am I supposed to know what that feels like?

Let's start with romance.

I made a selection specifically for your IQ level.

My IQ level?

Pre-teens.

Forget it. I'm not watching it.

I'm a scumbag. The worst scumbag.

"I'm a scumbag. The worst scumbag."

Is he a true gangster or what?

Man, he's killing me.

I know this song.

"The One Who Gives Me Happiness."

How do you know it? It's an old song.

It's my dad's favorite song.

-Really? -Yeah.

Even if it's a long and tough journey

I'd like to go with you

Here we are. At the end of the road.

"Four go."

You rock, man.

Dad, you're screwed.

It could've been worse.

I'll take the chicken head.

Yes.

A joker. That's good.

Take that!

Just one more!

I collect two cards from you, and I'm saved.

Just one more.

You're dead, Dad.

Jang-ho, have some fruit.

I'm good. Thanks, man.

You don't like fruit?

I eat plenty at the club.

You little piece of crap!

Don't talk about clubs in front of the kid.

This is bullshit!

-What? Gambling's bad. -What were you thinking?

-Do you know how much you just blew? -Go to your room, Ji-Min.

That's not fair.

Unbelievable.

How dare you ignore my call?

Do you have a death wish?

I'm so sorry, boss.

I'm making an exception for you so you can get a school diploma.

Get your shit together.

Before I put an end to it all.

Don't make me tell you again.

I quit. For my singing.

It's a tuxedo.

For what I owe you from the card game the other night.

You think this rag makes up for it?

It's an Italian tailored suit, dumbass.

-Italian? -Yes.

Is this your old tux?

Go on. Try it on.

If you've got no money to pay me…

Forget it.

-I'm joking, man. -You ungrateful brat.

How do I look?

Great.

It's a perfect fit.

It's as if it was made for me.

Try moving your arms around.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Did you get into a fight?

I said it's nothing.

This fits really well.

So, is this a regular house call?

I'll cut to the chase.

Please let Jang-ho go.

You went to a lot of trouble to come here.

Have a drink on me.

Let me know if you want a girl.

If Jang-ho owes you money,

I'll pay it back in installments, if that's okay.

Did you say you work at Gimcheon?

Country school teachers probably can't afford to drink here.

Drop by some time.

Gimcheon has plenty of bars.

Not that I ever go to them.

Whatever it cost you to feed and raise him,

I'll pay it all back.

You're a funny man.

How come I only had assholes for teachers?

Enough of this now.

Does it look like I run an orphanage here?

I think it's better if you leave now.

You're making a big mistake.

Jang-ho shouldn't be wasting…

He shouldn't be working here.

Didn't you hear what I said?

I need to be able to play the piano for a living.

So, I'll need my hands.

But you can take one of my feet if you have to.

Please, let him go.

I beg you.

Chang-Soo.

Don't touch me! Let me go!

We're not done here!

Mr. Na…

did you get into a fight?

Did you practice?

What happened to your hand?

A grown-up like you going around fighting?

Shut up. Start with the vocal exercise.

People are gonna say I'm a bad influence on you.

Yes, boss. I'll call you right back.

Turn off the damn phone!

Do you like living like that?

Student by day, gangster by night.

Do you like throwing your life away like this?

What's wrong with you, man?

Did you have a fight with Mrs. Na?

What shall I sing? I'm in top form today.

People don't avoid you thugs because they're scared.

They avoid you because you're filthy scumbags.

Come on, man. What's gotten into you?

Ask anyone you want what they think of you people.

Extorting, pathetic…

low-lives.

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

After Gran died, there was no one who cared for me.

My school, my teachers… No one.

The only ones that cared were my family, my brothers.

Chang-Soo is more than a brother to me.

If you're serious about singing, you gotta clean up first.

Even if you sing in your fancy tux and win awards,

all people will see when they look at you is a thug.

And why would you care?

As long as I get you the damn trophy.

What?

Isn't that why you took me in in the first place?

Get me the trophy?

Get me the trophy?

You fucking asshole.

I treated you like a human being, and you think I did it for my own gain?

Even if you get that trophy, what good will it be?

You gotta be a man before you can be anything else.

Fine. I quit.

You fucking bastard.

I'm done. I'm outta here.

I don't owe you shit.

Damn punk…

Keep up the good work.

Thank you, boss.

Hey.

-About the Dongseongno district… -Yes, sir.

There seems to be a lot of noise.

It won't be easy until we move out or the Suseong clan does.

Why should we move out?

Take care of the problem with Jang-ho.

Yes, sir.

Good.

-Enjoy your evening, boss. -Enjoy your evening, boss.

Is it good?

It's just a burger.

Lift your chin up.

Jang-ho.

Who do you think is the biggest loser here?

It's me.

What are you talking about?

I've got no dreams.

What I want to do in a year's time…

Forget a year,

I don't know what I want to do tomorrow.

If I had a talent like yours, I wouldn't be living like this.

Kid…

take the school seriously.

Listen to your teachers.

If you get kicked out again, I'll kill you myself.

I'm done with school.

I'm gonna concentrate on work.

Wearing a school uniform didn't make me feel like a student.

Your pretty ass looks best in uniform.

Who are you calling pretty?

Jang-ho…

Your teacher came by to see the big boss.

He said that you needed to continue studying.

He was willing…

to give up his foot…

in exchange for letting you leave the family.

Don't come to the club for a while.

Focus on your studies.

Boss.

Are we all here?

Yes, sir!

-Shall I call Jang-ho? -Don't worry about it.

Let's get the job done and then go for a drink, okay?

Yes, sir!

Let's go!

Boss!

Hold on.

Are you okay, boss?

Hang in there.

Assholes!

This way, boss.

Take Chang-Soo and get the hell out of here.

Get the car.

You all right, bro?

Hang in there, man. Okay?

Boss.

Will you stop fussing?

This is not my first fight.

Give me a cigarette.

Here.

Good to know you've still got your sense of humor.

I thought you quit smoking.

You lying prick.

Does that really matter now? Stop talking, man.

Keep your eyes on the road.

All right, all right.

Let's get you all stitched up and then go for a burger.

What do you say?

Fuck…

Forget the burgers. Let's go for a drink, just the two of us.

Remember what I said to you?

Live your life.

Don't throw it away like I did. All right?

Bro.

Bro!

Bro!

Man, the things I do for you.

I never went out and bought soup even when my wife was sick.

Who asked you to?

Shut up.

Have some soup.

Before it gets cold.

Here.

Just a little bit.

Come on.

Mr. Na?

Yeah?

Do you think I have a shot?

Even a thug like me…

If I do this right,

do you think I could make a decent life for myself?

Jang-ho,

listen to me carefully.

Do you remember…

the first time I heard you sing?

Do you know why I left the room

without a word after I heard you?

I was envious.

I felt so envious I could have died.

Your voice…

is a God-given gift.

I could never be half as good as you if I tried.

I can tell you with all confidence,

you'll be a world-class tenor.

Do you mean that?

Jang-ho…

take off your gangster suit…

and put on the tux.

That is your destiny.

This is the first time

that anybody has said anything like that to me.

No one…

ever said anything like that to me before.

Thanks, Jang-ho.

I'm sorry.

And thank you.

Have you lost your mind?

After all that I've done for you,

you want to walk out on me? You ungrateful son of a bitch!

What are you gonna do with that? Stab me?

No, sir.

If I can't leave, I would rather die here.

Is singing more precious than your life?

Yes, sir.

I won't hold it against you if you killed me right here and now.

But if you told me to stay here and continue living this life,

then I think I would despise you.

Is that so?

You want me to kill you?

If that's what you want…

Where do you want to be buried?

Answer me!

Fuck you.

Go.

But you listen to me.

If you fail to make something of yourself in ten years,

then I'll have your head and the foot…

of that teacher of yours.

I'm not doing this for you.

I'm doing it for Chang-Soo.

I can't remember the last time we were in the finals.

Good morning, sir.

Morning.

Mr. Na, you have really hit it big.

-Are you getting nervous? -About what?

The grand prize.

-Good morning, sir. -Morning.

You two!

I'm talking to you, lovebirds.

Yes, sir.

We should all be there, too.

It's not like we have nothing better to do…

Are you talking about me?

Of course not, sir.

Of course, we should all be there.

Off you go.

Yes, go on.

How does he catch me every single time?

Why are they going in opposite directions?

Don't worry. They'll meet around the back.

She's too good for him.

You think so?

Take a deep breath.

And start.

I think I figured out how to hit high C.

Do you want to hear it?

That's okay.

From now on, don't sing unless you're paid.

It's not a sound that anybody can make.

Nor is it something you can hear anywhere.

You and I are so much alike.

We like the same food and have the same hobby.

Isn't that right?

What's your hobby?

Go-stop card game.

Rock, paper, scissors.

All right.

Here I go.

You had two bowls of rice, didn't you?

Go and nail it.

The competition.

Lee Jang-ho's own vincere?

When you find that,

that'll be your true victory.

Yes, sir.

Yo, vincere.

You should never use your fists again. All right?

I'll bet everything I've got that you'll make a living with your voice.

How much is that, exactly?

It's the thought that counts, dumbass.

That wasn't bad. Let's try that one more time.

Ready?

Mr. Na,

I need to go.

-I'll be right back. -Wait. Hey!

Out of the way!

That doesn't sound good.

That was close.

Is that you, Jang-ho?

Who's that?

It's me, your principal.

Hello, sir.

Tomorrow's the big day, right?

Yes, sir.

Give it your best shot,

just like you're doing now.

Yes, sir.

Take Mr. Na's advice.

I'm already doing that, sir.

Harder than you're doing now.

Yes, sir.

He's a genius.

Really?

He won the Sejong Competition when he was younger.

He got a scholarship to study in Italy.

He even landed primo uomo in a Puccini production.

No way.

There's no way.

If he hadn't suffered from that vocal cord tumor,

he would've started an incredible career with his debut in Turandot.

The song he was going to sing at his grand debut

was "Nessun Dorma," the song you're going to sing.

That's why you're important to him.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Yes, sir.

-Jang-ho. -Sir?

Thanks for being here.

Do you have toilet paper there?

I may have been here too long.

Will you pass it to me? Over or under?

Perhaps under the partition…

Damn you, boy.

Yes, Mr. Na.

Tuxedo? I'm in my school uniform.

Just kidding.

I'll be there on time. Okay.

Where's the bouquet?

-Here. -Why did you leave it on the floor?

-I am so nervous. -What are you, his wife?

Where do you think you're going?

You tore my club to pieces.

Now you've given up fighting, have you?

What's this?

What are you, a country singer now?

Teacher?

You go to school?

What's a thug gonna do with a diploma?

I'll educate you with my fists.

Come on, pick up the phone.

Son of a bitch.

No one so far even compares to Jang-ho.

Of course not.

You sound like his mother.

When is he going to be on?

The person you're calling is not available…

Will you please let me go?

Why don't you fight me now?

Let's see how long you'll hold out.

I really have to be somewhere, okay?

Let me go, for fuck's sake!

What the…

How could you…

This isn't what it looks like. I didn't fight.

I didn't throw a single punch.

I got beat up…

pretty bad.

But I protected my torso,

so I would be able to sing.

It's over, isn't it?

What am I gonna do?

Our judges are going to be making their decision shortly.

Excuse me. Sir, madam.

My student arrived a little late because something happened.

Can he please have his go?

The decision has almost been made.

-But-- -Better luck next time.

But he worked really hard for this competition.

-Please-- -What's happening here?

Please come with us.

-Just a minute. -Come on.

He put so much work into preparing for today.

I know I shouldn't do this, but please give him a chance.

Let's go.

-Just one chance, please. -Come with us.

Let me talk to the judges for a second.

I'm begging you.

What's gotten into him? He's acting like a thug…

-Please. -Come with us, sir.

I said let me go, damn it!

All I'm asking for is five minutes of your time.

-You see… -Get him out of here.

It's not about the award.

-Just give him a chance. -Come on.

All he wants is a chance to sing on this stage.

Damn you. All of you.

It's not about the award.

All he wants is a chance to sing on this stage.

All you've got to do is hear him sing.

You can keep the damn trophies for yourselves.

All he wants is the chance to sing here.

-Please give him a chance. -That's enough.

Jang-ho!

Did you bring the noodles?

Since you came all the way out here, I'll give you three more coupons.

Take them.

Come back in an hour for the bowls!

You all right?

I can take a punch.

I'm talking about the competition, idiot.

Rules are rules. I got there late.

Still,

the douchebags that won today won't be smiling

when they realize who the real winner is.

Asshole.

That's why you're the way you are.

Look at the rag you made out of this fine tux.

Relax.

I'll be wearing it to school instead of the uniform.

Hey. It's me, Sang-Jin.

To what do I owe this pleasure?

I wanted to apologize for last time.

The reunion?

You don't need to apologize.

I have a favor to ask of you.

There is this kid…

Man, I don't get you at all.

Most people would kill for--

I've never been on a plane.

Then, take the damn boat.

I get seasick.

Why, you little…

Stop throwing things at me.

I got the paperwork ready. End of discussion.

I said I'm not going. You can't make me.

Go swim in the big waters, you shortsighted prick.

But there's nobody there.

In Italy, I mean.

Nobody to drive me to school…

or whack me over the head with a book,

and nag me endlessly.

I'll be all on my own.

You dumb piece of shit.

You're not willing to do the one thing that'll make me happy?

You won't let me have the pleasure

of telling the world that I made a world-class tenor out of my protégé?

Mr. Na.

What?

Do you think I can make it?

There'll be gifted singers from all over the world.

You are Jang-ho.

Didn't I tell you already that I'll put all my money on you?

Let's do one last song together before you go.

Will this be the last lesson?

School's out.

Even if it's a long and tough journey

I'd like to go with you

If the morning sun rises in our way

I'd like to tell you I'm happy

-I've looked around enough to know -I've looked around enough to know

-It's with you that I am happy -It's with you that I am happy

I'm not the kind of girl

that likes to get in the way.

I happily send you on your way.

Really?

Cool.

Thanks.

Shall I wait for you?

Don't.

Why not?

I have to enlist in the military when I get back.

I'll wait that out, too.

If you can't help it.

-Jang-ho. -What?

What are you doing?

From this moment on,

you're mine.

Got it?

What are you doing here

in a sacred place of learning?

-Shit! -Run!

Come back here, you bastards.

This is a school!

Come and help me with the gardening.

Don't stay too close to each other.

Jang-ho,

when you get on the plane, you've gotta sit in the front.

That way, you get served first

and you get the best seat.

Okay.

And don't forget to take off your shoes.

-You have to take off your shoes? -You didn't know that?

Man, how are you going to survive in a foreign country?

I was just kidding. Of course I knew that.

If there's something you need,

don't even think about calling me.

Figure it out on your own.

I'll call Mrs. Na.

Enough now. Get out of my sight.

Fine.

Go on.

You got me again.

Damn you.

7 YEARS LATER

I have a good eye for talent.

I'm just impatient.

Why couldn't I wait it out?

Maybe I'll give it another go.

My heart…

Are you okay, sir? Shall I call 114?

It's 911, idiot.

-Hold on a second. -Okay, 911!

It's really pulling at my heartstrings,

watching him perform on stage after all these years.

Bravo, Lee Jang-ho!

Why did you bring a bouquet?

It's much more sophisticated to throw a single rose.

Jang-ho likes to live large. You know nothing about him.

Quiet. It's the curtain call. Encore!

A competition was held here a long time ago.

And there was a man who created a scene.

He threw a tantrum

because he wanted his protégé to have a chance to sing on this stage.

If it wasn't for that crazy man…

I wouldn't be standing here tonight. He was my music teacher.

So, today,

I would like to sing my favorite song.

Even if it's a long and tough journey

I'd like to go with you

If the morning sun rises in our way

I'd like to tell you I'm happy

I've looked around enough to know

It's with you that I am happy

You're the one that gives me happiness

Even if it's a long and tough journey

You're the one that gives me happiness

You're the one that gives me happiness

Even if it's a long and tough journey

You're the one that gives me happiness

You

Even if it's a lonely and boring journey

I'd like to go with you

If there comes a day that makes me smile

I'd like to tell you I am happy

I've looked around enough to know

It's with you that I am happy

You're the one that gives me happiness

Even if it's a long and tough journey

You're the one that gives me happiness

You're the one that gives me happiness

Even if it's a long and tough journey

You're the one that gives me happiness

You're the one that gives me happiness

Even if it's a long and tough journey

You're the one that gives me happiness

Even if it's a long and tough journey

I'd like to go with you

If the morning sun rises in our way

I'd like to tell you I'm happy

I've looked around enough to know

It's with you that I am happy

You're the one that gives me happiness

Even if it's a long and tough journey

You're the one that gives me happiness