The first 200 lines.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other word would smell as sweet
Race,
Homeland,
Nation,
Unification,
uh... Patriotism,
Integration,
Compatriots,
Goodwill,
makes me sick.
Rulers,
Repression,
Slaves, no... Subjects?
Aggression, Discrimination,
Exclusion, Chosen ones,
Blood, Mixed, Pure, Union...
Born in Japan,
as a so-called "Korean-Japanese."
Don't think I'm any different.
They call me this:
Zainichi!
Enough.
No.
This is my love story.
Three years ago
Don't be chicken on me.
OK.
Tawake,
how many have made it?
One who made it 10 years ago died on a Yakuza job.
I'm the only survivor.
So it's called "Super Great Chicken Race."
"A train is approaching platform 2, please stand behind the line."
You idiot!
Coming!
Run!
Go!
Hey!
Wait!
Wonsu!
I'm a legend!
Not bad!
Pigs are comin'.
Faster, idiot!
Another!
C'mon asshole!
Under arrest!
Let go!
Are you the father?
Hello...
What? You're not?
Father, right?
He, he's gonna get killed!
Lady, lady!
Hey, um...
P-p-please...
Look. Didn't have to go to family court.
Be grateful.
Say thanks.
Kill you.
Didn't mean it.
I'll say it again,
'This is my love-story'.
SUGIHARA
Here we are in Hawaii.
Beautiful blue sea, blue sky.
And next...
Here.
You can't beat father, you know.
He ranked 7th in Japan.
Hey, let me do it myself!
No, I do it best.
Let me do it.
I can do it better!
Hawaii...
Hawaii...
Yes!
What, you wanna go there?
Go where?
To the "symbol of corrupt capitalism."
Ideologies go out-of-fashion.
The Soviets lost out to the cold.
The cold freezes your nose. Same with ideology.
Where are you going?
Hawaii.
Huh?
Let's go to Hawaii.
He's gone senile.
(You can go as a North-Korean these days, you know.)
Hey buddy, I'm a real Marxist.
A spy...
Go, if you want!
No use. Can't talk sense.
I just want to go to Hawaii.
Anything can happen.
Just for a trip to Hawaii,
he gave up his North-Korean citizenship,
and became a South Korean.
That stupid picture is still at the front door.
So,
now I should call them "mom and pop."
Stop the car, mom.
Huh?
Pull over.
Get out.
Sit down.
Have a good look.
What'll you do?
What?
Easily change your nationality.
Be an American or Russian if you got money.
Wish the scenery was better.
See the world,
and,
decide for yourself.
The ocean stared at me.
And I stared right back.
So I thought about it.
I thought hard about my futureless existence.
Hey there, scum.
What are you up to?
Causing a disturbance. Move.
What the fuck. Just looking.
Wha-, what the hell!
Japanese eventually mix into society.
But as for me...
The fool of the North Korean school...
this is me.
Looking for a job, after university...
...this is it.
Work to be a doctor or a lawyer...
My nickname is "Stupid" so forget it.
I hated marches,
classical music and raisin curry.
Stupid
Stupid
But I had a right to choose.
North or South Korean national.
A narrow choice.
But I felt like a person for the first time.
Decision made.
Turning South Korean.
Really?
But not going to Hawaii.
Going to Japanese school.
So sudden.
Seeing the world.
Whatever.
I gave up smoking, fighting and,
...entered Japanese school.
And now, this is me.
But people don't change easily.
Thanks to this, I got my break.
Where's Sugihara? You?
Not me.
You, asshole?
Wrong.
Who is it?
After leaving basketball, the challengers lined up.
I'm 24 for 0 now.
I'll make you famous.
What the hell is that?
What 'Billy The Kid' said.
I know Captain Kidd.
Buried treasure?
Hardy, har, har.
Right.
Hardy, har, har.
Har, har.
Har, har.
Hey! Sugihara!
The leader Malcolm X
said something really cool.
Self-defense isn't violence.
It's intelligence.
Totally right.
I hate violence, but,
sometimes have no choice.
I hate hitting, but hate getting hit more.
That's all.
I knew it.
The Revolutionary History.
Textbook from North Korean school.
What I'm doing is revolutionary,
so it comes in handy.
You hit that guy with an iron dumbbell.
It was an ashtray.
I just heard a rumor.
Kato was the first to challenge me.
What?
Huh?
It's bubbling.
Eh?
Bubbling.
Kato was the only son of a Yakuza boss.
He should've told me.
Daddy.
Looks better than before.
Really?
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