All language subtitles for Bogota City of the Lost 2025_track4_[eng]

In 1997…

IMF BAILOUT REQUESTED

…our country went bankrupt.

People were driven out into the streets…

and my family moved far away.

South Korea?

No way I'm going back
to that fucking country.

Hey, Sergeant Park!

No, I'm not at Gimpo.
I'm at El Dorado. Yeah.

This place is
really far, yeah.

Look, give me the address first.

Your bag. Your bag. Grab it.

Cayu? How do you spell that?

Come on. You don't think
I can hail a cab at the airport?

Oh my God. They're beating
the shit out of them. Jeez.

Oh no. Looks like an accident.

I think
that person's dead.

At least we don't have to stay
here for long. Everything's all set.

You've just gotta trust me, okay?

Just think of this place
as kind of a pit stop.

A pit stop to the United States,
all right?

Colombia.

According to the one-line description
in my geography book at school,

it's the land of coffee.

As soon as we get
our visas sorted, we'll head to the US.

Kook-hee, you trust your dad, don't you?

Know what they say about Colombia?
That it's a great land.

Stop it!
Piss off! You'll scratch it!

-I'll clean it well.
-You should ask first!

-You'll scratch it!
-Eat shit and die, asshole!

They just don't listen. A scratch
will get me in trouble! Look at that.

No, no, no! He's got a gun!

Asshole, give me the bag!
Give it to me!

Ugh, you're choking me!

Let go!

He's got a gun! He's got a gun!

Let go!

No! Hey! No!

No! Fuck!

Kook-hee! Kook-hee!

Hey! Stay here.

Stay here.

Whoa! Stop!

Son of a bitch!
Are you nuts?

Kook-hee, no!
It's too dangerous!

Kook-hee!

Hey, stop, you son of a bitch!

Hey!

You fucking prick!

ACHIEVING THE COLOMBIAN DREAM
WITH EYES WIDE OPEN

Put it back up there.

-Don't touch anything.
-Go on.

Sergeant Park.

What the hell kind of country
are you living in?

When my dad was my age,
he fought in the Vietnam War.

He said he almost died a few times
in the jungle.

A foot soldier whose life he'd saved

had made it big in Colombia.

Dad said if we went there,
this guy would help us out.

Unreal.

-He told us to just trust him.
-Come on!

Sergeant Park, we're brothers in arms.
We fought together, didn't we, hmm?

Huh?

I almost died because of you. Remember?

Or have you forgotten?

All that running
damn near killed me, huh.

-Forget it.
-No, that was…

What the fuck am I doing?

Hey, kid.

Yeah, you. Listen.

Don't go chasing down
someone who robs you here.

They'll just kill you.

This isn't South Korea.

Stay close.

Afternoon!

-Diana, have you been well?
-Of course. You?

-Have a good day.
-Thanks.

Hey. Keep going, family.

The Koreans selling in San Andresito

import their clothes
from the Pyeonghwa Market back home.

But to get the goods in time,

they need to have a contact
in Colombia's corrupt customs department.

Sergeant Park's father-in-law worked
in customs. He's like family to them.

Anyone who needed to bring in goods
from Korea had to be on his good side.

He acted like he was
the head of all the Korean merchants.

Hey, he wants to know
if the rent can be lowered.

-Hey, Miguel.
-Look out! Dad! Dad!

People here have absolutely no interest
in what you used to do, Sergeant Song.

-Hello, sir.
-Yes, hello.

It was obvious to me now
that my dad's story

of saving Sergeant Park's life in the war
wasn't true.

But what was true was
that he was successful here in Bogotá.

So is this

your wife, then?

This isn't Korea.

She's the boss here.

Don't smoke.

-Okay, okay.
-Okay?

Okay.

Um, thank you, Mrs. Park…
I mean, boss. Yeah.

-He's too old.
-It's fine.

Huh?

No, wait!

No, Lucia. Lucia!

He's the one who will work.
Okay? Not him.

He's the one who will work here.

You work for me.

Hmm?

Uh, yeah,
I'll… I'll work here, yeah. I'll…

You, work.

Work here, hard.

-Work…
-That's it.

-Here.
-Good.

Another one.

Okay!

Yo, good!

Very good!

Excuse me! Sorry.

I am Korean.

I am Korean.

"She's prettier than Maria."

Watch out!

-Kook-hee!
-Yes!

Ten more polka dots! Quickly!

You want ten more?
I'll hurry--

Nobody move!
You sons of bitches!

Let's go! Out of the way!

My mom started
working again too.

She'd worked at a sewing factory
until she was 19.

She met my dad there,
and then they got married.

Even though she hated
even talking about those days,

she went back to working
at a sewing factory.

My dad ran a small factory in Korea,
but it was in debt,

and that debt snowballed
and just got bigger.

But he said it wasn't his fault.

IMF BAILOUT REQUESTED

He said it was Korea's fault.

Who do you think you are?
You can't talk to me like that!

He became
more bitter after coming here,

and he grew more distant
with all the expats.

They're all a bunch of crooks
who got into trouble in Korea.

Stop it.

Just be careful
around those Korean lowlifes.

Ah, stop saying that!
Kook-hee works with these people.

-Please!
-Shit!

Let's go! Out of the way!

The 20th century ended,

ushering in the new millennium.

Kook-hee!

Kook-hee!

Wanna try this?

It's fucking dope!

I couldn't do drugs.

I had to stay ready.
Ready to go back to Korea at any time.

He wants a convoy,
and it's not even rebel territory? Fuck.

Armed security costs a shit ton of money.

And let's be honest.

You're not even gonna check
if he hires armed security, are you?

Soo-young always makes up excuses,
doesn't he?

We need to find someone
to keep an eye on that guy.

Well, if it bothers you,
then why don't you go?

Yeah, that should do it, huh.

Rebels, customs, you can handle them all.
How does that sound to you?

Hey, you got it wrong.
That's not what I meant at all.

Oh really?

Then shut the fuck up.

Hey, all I'm saying is,
you need someone you can trust.

That's what I meant before.

-Hey, stop.
-Bastards are making fun of me!

-Please! Let's go, Dad. Dad!
-Hey!

-Are you okay?
-See that?

-The bastard pushed me!
-You know who I am, you punk?

Hit me.

Go on and hit me.

Don't!

Hit me.

Hit me hard.

Yeah, hit me hard.

-Emilio!
-Hard!

How much will be enough?

What are you, 22?

Uh, almost.

Oh, almost?

Yeah, me too.

That's how old I was
when I came to Colombia.

After I got out of the army,

I took all the money I earned
fighting in Vietnam,

and then I went to Pyeonghwa Market,
and I bought up every piece of lingerie,

like women's bras and panties.
I brought it all to Colombia.

Hey, cuca!

Alejo!

-How are you, my friend?
-My friend!

Alejandro, the head
of the Colombian Merchants Association.

He's in tight
with the higher-ups in Bogotá

and, according to rumors,
with the cartel too.

Those two are business partners

and best friends.

What is that bastard
up to now, huh?

Still calling me a cuca at my age?

What were we talking about?

-Women's lingerie?
-Oh yes, the lingerie.

At first, I was selling 'em
on the streets near Medellín.

The local assholes
used to follow me around,

grinning at me
and singing that fucking song…

♪ La cucaracha, la cuca… ♪

Christ.

Even when I set up shop,
they'd come and sing.

♪ La cucaracha, la cuca… ♪

Damn!

Hey, do you know
what "la cucaracha" means, kid?

Uh…

A cockroach?

Kook-hee.

Yeah?

I can tell with one look.

You're different.

You're different from your dad
and from the other Korean expats.

You know that?

I mean you're loyal.

You are someone who can be trusted.

And you're strong-willed too.

Why did your father
give you a name that sounds like "cookie"?

So easy to make fun of.

How about this?

You're Cookie, and I'm Cream.

We'll be inseparable.

Avoiding rebels

and going through police checkpoints
loaded with merchandise

requires someone with a certain expertise.

And I was about to meet that person.

Who are you?

Who's the boy?

-I work for Mr. Park. My name's--
-Jesus! For fuck's sake.

Why can't he just trust me?

Stew Face sent you, didn't he?
Little Mr. Park.

There's no armed security.
Red alert lifted.

So I sent the security back.

Am I a fool or something?

We don't have much time.
Let's go.

Containers that leave
the Port of Busan cross the Pacific Ocean

and arrive here at Buenaventura.

This is how the goods get here
every month.

And if they go through customs
the proper way,

there isn't much left for the merchants,

so only 1% of the goods are declared.

That's Sergeant Park's rule
and Soo-young's job.

BOGOTÁ CUSTOMS

In order
to follow Sergeant Park's rules,

we've got to also follow Colombia's rules.

If we follow the rules,

the gate opens.

Pass.

Abracadabra.

Good luck!

See you!

Pass.

Let's see some documents.

Didn't you hear me?

I asked for some documents.

But as usual,
there are always exceptions to rules.

This bastard's a real patriot.

-What's going on?
-Stand by for an hour.

A guy I know will come then.

Got it.

It means someone died there.

People believe those will send
the poor souls to heaven.

No, I'm good.

Do you know
how many bodies are buried there?

Stop being a bitch and try it.
You'll relax instantly.

-Take it.
-No. Illegal in Korea. No.

Pussy.

Whatever.

-What's going on? What?
-Shit, it's the fucking customs guys.

-What is it?
-Wait here.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Afternoon!

-Something going on?
-What's with the siren?

Miguel! Can you hear me?

Miguel! What's going on?

Can you hear me?

-This is Kook-hee here.
-What?

A car came by, but I'm not sure
if it's the police or customs.

Fuck, we can't catch a break today.

I'll be right there, so hang tight.

Okay.

Get out.

Go away.

Sh--

Open the door.

Hurry the hell up!

Uh…

There's nothing much there.

Don't close the door.
Stop the truck. Goddamn it!

Kook-hee!

-Don't move!
-Come on, relax.

Relax how?

My dad was incompetent,

and my mom had pretty much checked out.

Sergeant Park said he trusted me,

and I needed to get him to like me,
no matter what.

You crazy bastard.
What is that?

Get it out of my face.

Man, those sons of bitches,
they almost killed the kid.

BOGOTÁ CUSTOMS

Carlos!

With one hug
from Sergeant Park, I was released.

CUSTOMS WAREHOUSE

A country where nothing goes well…

Get up. Let's go home.

…but nothing is impossible.

Colombia, a great land.

My ass.

The Andes, east of here,

is all sedimentary rock,
geologically speaking.

In other words, it's not granite.

Now, what does that mean?

It means this country's emeralds
are the very best.

They are pure emeralds,
through and through.

But how do you get this
out of the country?

-How?
-Hmm.

You just hide them somewhere and take off.
What's the problem?

I guess. Otherwise, we'd be fucked.

So, Doc, you're not gonna run
your acupuncture shop anymore?

What makes you say that?

I'm a doctor by trade…

Dr. Hong. He's an acupuncturist
but makes his money smuggling emeralds.

Yo, Panties!

Get him over here.

-Who's this "Panties"?
-That guy.

-That's Panties? He's cute.
-No way.

My uncle really likes this kinda guy.

Ballsy.

Little Park.
He bought a club in the city.

You need to get on his good side.
Little Park owns three shops. Three!

Shit, he doesn't just have
three shops. He's also got three lovers.

All local girls too.

I heard the club you bought
in the city is doing well.

If it's Korean-style,
I'm curious to see what it's like.

Why are you
so curious about it, huh?

Don't you think
you're a bit old for clubbing?

-Why are you being disrespectful?
-Hey, sit down.

Let me pour you a drink, kid.

-Drop by whenever.
-Okay.

These guys are
fellow Korea University alums.

Hello.

They've got it good.
Came as exchange students,

and now they're partying it up, man.
Yeah!

As of today, you're one too.

All right?

-What are you doing?
-All right.

-To KU!
-Yeah!

Soo-young graduated
from Korea University

and came to Colombia
to work for Daewoo Motors.

But the expat branch closed
during the IMF crisis.

That's when he started helping
Sergeant Park with customs clearance.

Call me "bro" from now on.

Are you fucking kidding me?
"Bro"? He hardly knows you, huh?

This is a company dinner, huh?

Why'd you bring all your lackeys with you?

Oh, by the way, guys. Listen up.

You ever cause a scene in my club again,
I'll kill you.

Jeez, these poor students left home
to study in a faraway country.

Why can't they join us
for an expat gathering?

There's enough food.
Go back to your table and enjoy your meal.

All right, fine.
You look after your alum boys.

Keep them in line so they don't get wasted
and cause trouble.

"Keep them in line"?

Right, keep them in line.

You mean like the time you sent
this little kid to keep me in line.

Is that it?

Shit, if you really don't trust me
that much, come yourself, Stew Face, huh?

You're always up my ass.

"Stew Face"? You're calling me that?

-Sorry about that, sir.
-You son of a bitch.

-Sorry about that.
-Come on, guys.

-What are you doing?
-Seriously, sit down.

Would you two
knock it the fuck off?

What the fuck are you doing?

-It was Soo-young's fault. He started it!
-Go home, all of you.

Party's over.

Well?

Turn that off!

Fucking hell.

Call me "Uncle" from now on.

Sorry?

It's okay.

Your dad and I were army buddies.
Call me "Uncle."

I… I will later on, boss.

Yeah.

Sure. No rush.

There's a concept in Buddhism
called the six paths.

It means all beings circulate endlessly
between the six worlds,

from the lowest on the ground
to the highest up in the sky,

based on their karma.

And this country
is the essence of that. Huh?

From Zone 1, where you live,
to Zones 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6.

Here and now, we're in Zone 6.

Where the rich people live.

Do you drink?

Yes.

Thanks.

But in order to climb all the way up here…
you need something special.

Just working hard day and night
isn't enough.

You know that.

All right.

I want you to survive

and make it here to Zone 6.

That day,
and for the very first time,

I didn't wanna go back to Korea.

Hey!

Let's get moving!

What the fuck? Hurry up!

See you, JP.

-Hello, my son!
-Oh wow!

The scale of the operation grew,

and as the number of trucks increased,
so did the money in our pockets.

-Pass.
-Count it as a goal!

There. You got it.

Yes!

-Ahn Jung-hwan!
-What are you doing?

SOUTH KOREA ADVANCES TO THE SEMIFINALS

They said they'll have
all this next month. Thank you.

-Okay, let's go get a drink.
-Sounds good.

Good work.

Stop! Don't touch my hair.

-Not the hair!
-Why not? You did a good job.

Hey! Hey, hey!

Don't spray me! Hey, you little shit!

-What's your name?
-Carla.

-Kook-hee.
-Kook-hee?

Jump, jump, jump, jump!

Look at that!

Isn't it amazing?

Ah, it's heaven, I tell ya!

Hey, is that Kook-hee down there?

Why's he with that bunch of guys?

Why wouldn't he be? That fucking bastard
Soo-young dotes on the guy.

See, Soo-young's busy doing
the customs work for Mr. Park, right?

There's lots of people watching him,
so it's hard for him to get involved.

-Right? Kook-hee?
-Huh?

And this is my first business,

so can you help me out?

You get what I'm saying?

I get what you're saying,

but pulling it off without Sergeant Park
is impossible. Cheers.

Ah, come on. That's just not true.

We can do this
without Sergeant Park's help. Trust me.

Besides, this is…

Hey.

This is Soo-young's plan.

Don't you know him by now?

You'll need to get a shop of your own too.

Unless you wanna be

just someone's errand boy?

Dude.

You think all I wanna be is an errand boy?

Huh? Seriously?

Shit, no.

Okay, okay, okay.
Sorry about that.

-You fucking…
-Whoa, whoa!

-Piss off!
-Hey, what the fuck are you doing?

You wanna go? Come on, asshole.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

-Take it easy, guys!
-Whoa! Hey! Look out!

Don't worry about me.
Worry about yourself.

What the fuck?

Shit!

Get the fuck out of my way!

Fucking hell! Asshole!

Fuck you!

Jae-ung! Hey, you son of a bitch!

Everybody, shut the fuck up!

I said shut it. Hey!

I said shut your fucking mouths!

What the fuck? What's going on here?

Huh?

An unloaded gun?

Jesus fucking Christ.

Why don't you ask the asshole
who started this fucking thing, huh?

A Llama .38.

Why the hell
was he carrying this thing around?

Should be in a police officer's holster,
huh?

Oh, you're here.

Man, you fucking morons.

Seriously, you guys are an embarrassment.

You get yourselves into a fight…

…shit, only to get beaten up.

Here, it'll make you poo better.

Good for your kidneys,
and it'll stop you from going gray.

Wow! This isn't booze, then.
It's medicine.

Are you really gonna sell parkas?

Uh, do you really think people will buy
winter parkas in this country?

Exactly. It's like saying,
why don't we sell heaters in the…

I mean, refrigerators in the South Pole?

Have you been to a desert, huh?

-Have you been to Tatacoa?
-No, not yet.

You morons, it gets cold at night there.

-Oh.
-What about the South Pole?

Do people there only eat frozen food?
Nothing refrigerated?

The role of a fridge is
to keep things cool.

What about keeping things warm?

-Oh, so it's like a novelty, right?
-Oh, that's right.

Sergeant Park is merely selling products.
What I'm selling is called value.

New fucking value.

Look at this. It's light and fashionable.
It'll sell like hot cakes.

Don't touch that!

It's valuable. Put it down.

You don't get to sit either.

All right, sit.

You can hire a sicario for $100 here,
so what was the deal with the gun?

We're in Colombia. That's why.

Ah. Jeez, I wish you guys were
half as good as Kook-hee.

You're always saying,
"Kook-hee this," "Kook-hee that."

But to be honest,
I'm two years older than he is,

and when you keep comparing me to him,

it hurts my feelings a lot,
you know. It really does.

Soo-young, the thing with Kook-hee is,
even though he's younger than me,

he speaks down to me.
I don't know. It just…

It kinda pisses me off.

But he's not a bad person or anything.

I was told to return this to you.
He said you'd understand.

Hey, have a drink of this.

It's good for your bowels,
your sex drive, and prevents gray hair.

Kid, do you trust Park Jang-su?

Cuca! Cuca!

♪ La cucaracha, la cucaracha ♪

♪ Di-ri-ri-ri-ri-ri-ri ♪

That's
what everybody calls him!

Oh, by the way,
did he ever tell you that story?

The one about
smuggling panties in blankets?

Ah, shit, man. It's all lies.

Sergeant Park went to Peru
as a chick sexer,

got into some kind of trouble,
and ended up in Colombia.

Have you ever heard of anyone becoming
successful after working for that guy?

No one.

He gives you his trust, then he uses you.

When you're no longer useful,
then that's it. You're toast.

I swear.

Jeez, why do you give this guy
the time of day, Uncle, huh?

I mean, come on.

He wants to sell parkas here.
You think that'll work?

In South America?

That just shows
how thick in the head you are.

-What do you--
-Why wouldn't they sell here, huh?

They're light, warm, stylish, and new.

Right?

Look at the way you're dressed.

What the hell do you know about fashion?
Panties. That's it.

Anyway,

getting back to Soo-young, if we seize
that bastard's first shipment,

he can't do anything about it.

That the plan?

We also take over
Soo-young's factory in China.

-Put some capital in it and take over.
-Okay.

Do you think you'll be able
to get out of Zone 1?

You can't. There's no way.

By the way,

why did you send Kook-hee to Soo-young?

To test him.

Soo-young?

No, Kook-hee.

Kook-hee? Why?

Soo-young's gonna have to get his goods
to Bogotá one way or another.

So what do you think?
Who does he want on his side?

You don't trust Kook-hee?

You actually trust people?

Me?

Well, I trust you, Uncle.

-You trust me?
-Hell yeah. Jeez.

Yeah, right.

Careful there, Pinocchio.

Your nose is growing.

Yeah, hello.

-So did you return the package?
-Yes, sir.

And, uh, did Soo-young say anything?

He asked me if I trust you, boss.

Uh, I told you to call me Uncle.

So?

Do you trust me?

I said it's thanks to you
I can put food on the table.

Did he say anything else?

No, nothing else.

Nothing at all?

Hold on to this.

Might come in handy someday.

This is Colombia, after all.

Soo-young's gonna secretly
mix his goods with ours

when we go through customs this time.

They're the boxes

with orange stickers on them.

Kook-hee, your job is to bring them to me.

Can I make you a proposition?

Remember. The orange stickers.

Here!

And, Miguel,

if Kook-hee takes off
with one of the trucks, turn a blind eye.

Because Soo-young's goods
have blue stickers.

The orange stickers aren't important.

He's going to test you.

You don't trust Kook-hee?

You actually trust people?

Shit, man. Who can you trust?

Did I ever ask for your trust?

Just trust yourself.

You fucking bastard! Puta!

What the fuck?

Soo-young!

Kook-hee!

Shit, man.

Good work.

Excellent.

-It's hot, huh?
-Hey, good job.

Ah, shit. There's still more.

Soo-young was right.

Business was booming,

and the locals were excited
by the novelty of it.

Thank you.

Colombians started
selling duck down parkas too.

But the quality of theirs
was nowhere near ours.

It's nothing special.

Soo-young was smart.

To make sure the smuggling ran smoothly,
he needed a connection in customs,

so he handed over a large share
of the profits to Sergeant Park.

Sergeant Park had no reason
to decline the offer.

Mr. Park's here.

Awkward situations
were unavoidable…

Ah, Kook-hee.

…but money helped people forget all that.

Just as they had smuggled in goods,
Koreans smuggled out money.

Unreported funds were constantly
being sent back home to Korea.

The money was laundered
by being sent to Hong Kong,

then to China,

and then finally to Korea.

Money equaled peace.

I bought a new house in Zone 3.

But this was just the beginning.

Hey, it's okay. This is our house now.

Soo-young

said we should go see the ocean.

Ah!

Three, two, one! Yeah! Whoo!

Are you jealous?

Lots of kids went back home

because they ran out of money
during the IMF crisis.

Those guys are lucky.
They got rich parents,

so they're having the time of their lives.

They say rich kids have a glow about them.

Why are those guys so dull, then?

Hey, give me your hand.

-Huh?
-Give me your hand.

-You've seen the first James Bond movie?
-Uh-uh.

Sean Connery bought this model of watch
after he made it.

A Rolex Submariner.

Dope, right?

Yeah, but wait.

Are you giving it to me?
It looks expensive.

Shit, of course I am.
I'm not gonna give you some cheap garbage.

This is nice!

You know,
I've been meaning to ask you this.

How come you never went back to Korea?

Why would I do that?

If I did, I'd end up a nobody.

Look at this place, man.

It's… just so full of vitality, you know?

This is the land of opportunity.

What's your dream?

I don't have one.

Well, mine is

to build an amazing shopping mall
here in Colombia.

One that'll make South Americans go crazy.

What's wrong? Don't think I can?

You little shit. You think I'm gonna
smuggle parkas for the rest of my life?

No, I believe in you.

I do, really.

But is there a chance I could be
part of this dream too, boss?

Uh, get off!

-Of course you can. Yeah.
-Great.

A shopping mall. Jeez.

Hey, do you know
what the chairman said once?

"It's a big world out there,
and there's lots of work to be done."

Doesn't that saying
have something to do with Daewoo?

And then, of course, they went under.

And I'm so thankful they did.
Fucking Daewoo.

I love this!

This isn't right.
They crossed the line!

If we don't get our shit together,

these rats will completely
take over the market!

But they're kind and work hard,
and I don't think this is my problem.

They're not like that at all.

They're full of tricks.

Always ready to stab you in the back
at any moment.

I think you're slandering
perfectly fine folks.

Don't forget that you're a smuggler too.

No, you're wrong, Carlos.

We spend what we earn in this country.

But they're sending their money
back to Korea.

Let's think on it.

Expect a bigger cut this Christmas.

All right.

You can afford to laugh.

Perez! How have you been?
Working hard, my man.

Drink these.

Don't come any closer.

The hell?

What's with him? Perez!

What the…

Perez. Hey, hey, hey!

Calm down. Take it easy!

Lower your guns, and let's talk.

-Arrest them.
-Aim.

What's with you guys?

Get inside! Hurry!

Control stand 6-0-7.

I repeat. Control stand 6-0-7.

What do you mean,
it was seized, huh?

Hey, please calm down.

Those sons of bitches.

Christmas is coming. I need my stuff now!

Just wait a sec.

For God's sake!
You guys need to calm down!

We need to do something right now!
You tell your boss we need help.

Why'd Carlos turn against us
all of a sudden?

When we played poker last week,

we let him win. Everything was fine.

Hey, Soo-young.

You know anything about this?

What would I know?

You think I had something to do with this?

They seized two whole containers
of my stuff!

Four hundred fucking grand!

I'm sorry. I'm just frustrated
like everyone else, okay?

It's your job to deal with the higher-ups.
Why the fuck you blaming me?

Look, I've had enough of your shit.

You think you're the big cheese now, huh?
This is because you wanted your own thing!

I put my life on the line every time!
All you do is sit on your ass!

What the hell are you doing?

Shut the fuck up.

I don't wanna hear another fucking word
unless you got a plan.

Anybody got an idea?

Cúcuta.

What about it?

Venezuela's overflowing
with tons of smuggled goods,

so if we could just get to Cúcuta…

Hey, you're right. Cúcuta's on the border.

We'll be able to get some goods
from Venezuela, huh?

I mean, they won't be from Korea,

but it could tide us over
until we solve the problem, couldn't it?

Who's going to go there?

Who's going into rebel territory?

That's right. I heard
that area's full of armed revolutionaries.

I don't know
if this is the right call, man.

You got a better plan?

Christ.

What a fucked-up situation.

I put in 200,000, bro.

That's everything I got.

Without it, I'm dead.

All right.

It's all there.

You know,

the rebels aren't what they used to be.

Then why don't
you go along with him?

Yeah.

It's dangerous to go alone
with all that cash, right?

Mom?

Mom! What…

Christ. Is this what you're
resorting to now? Fuck.

Give me that.

Go on.

You can always start over,
so give… give me that.

Give you what?

Just give it to me now!

I know what you're thinking.

Where is it, huh? Huh?

-Kook-hee.
-Put it down. Come on.

Put it down, I said! Give it back!

Let it go!

-Kook-hee!
-Stop it!

-Kook-hee!
-Come on! Don't!

-Please let me have it!
-Put it down!

Shit!

Shit!

Shit, why did you shoot?
If we get caught, it's your fault!

Fuck!

Kook-hee!

Damn!

Hey!

-Hey, Dad!
-Where is it?

Hey, my money.

My money…

Dad, you're bleeding.

Fuck! Jesus!

Don't talk, Dad.

I said don't talk! Fuck!

God!

Dad!

I'm so tired.

Kook-hee!

Dad. God!

Oh shit.

Dad!

Dad!

-Hey, you…
-Come on, don't.

Kook-hee.

I know this isn't exactly

the best time to bring this up…

…but what about the money?

I'll get you your money back.

What's your plan now, huh?

We can't even open for business,

and now you've lost all our money.

Get off! What are you gonna do?

I'll pay you back.

How the fuck
are you gonna do that?

What? Let me go!
I only said what we're all thinking!

I'll pay you back!

-I said I'd pay you back, damn it!
-Let go! Let go!

I want my money!

Let go of me!

It was everything we had left!

I'm sorry. I'll pay you back.

I'll pay you back.

I'll pay you back.

Take it and go.

Anywhere.

Where would I go?

My store's here. I'm not going anywhere.

You stupid idiot.

Someone could come along and shoot you.
What exactly are you gonna do?

Ah, those customs pricks!

They gave all our merch
to Alejandro. Shit!

What did you just say?

Tell me more.

What did customs do?

Shit. They… they handed over

all our goods.

The merchandise they seized from us,
they're stashing in Alejandro's warehouse.

They were gonna give it
to Colombian merchants before Christmas.

They wanna put Korean merchants
out of business.

Get out of here.

It's the only way you'll survive.

Oh shit.

No! This shit! No!

No, son of a bitch! Fuck!

Don't forget my 50,000 pesos!

Calm down, you fat fuck.
It's just getting interesting.

Who are you?

What's up?

Are you deaf?

I asked you a question!

I came to get the goods.

You came to get them?

Isn't it tomorrow?

You know…

you know how impatient the boss is.

Then you should've called first.

You take us for fools?

-Look, buddy.
-Forget it.

Alejandro is being a bitch. Hey!

Alejandro really is a fucking prick.

-Thanks.
-Yeah.

But I still need to check.

He's so damn loud.

No answer.

I'm busy. Let's make it quick.

You're the first one here?

What about the other trucks?

Son of a bitch, you wouldn't come alone.

Don't run!

No!

Please, no!

Stop!

No!

No!

Please, stop. Don't kill him!

Let go!
Let go, you son of a bitch!

Let go!

Let go!

Miguel came
on Sergeant Park's orders.

We barely managed to make it through
the holiday rush, but it wasn't over yet.

It's just that people here
stop the hostilities at Christmastime.

Isn't it a bit too quiet, Soo-young?

If we just lay low
and keep our heads down, we'll be fine.

Hey, what about

Kook-hee?

Kook-hee?

What, are you feeling guilty now?

You're the one who told him.

Well, you said I should. You said I should
tell him when the time was right.

What the fuck?

Did I tell you to do that?

You're making it sound
like I instigated this whole thing.

Did I do that?

No, uh, you didn't. No.

Is he a KU guy?

Then why do you care about him?

Close up early.

Alejandro!

Oh!

Please!

No! It wasn't me.
It's a misunderstanding!

No? It wasn't you?

Your boy robbed my warehouse,
but you didn't order him to?

If I were going to rob your warehouse,

I wouldn't do it that way!

Don't you know who I am?

Huh?

I am Sergeant Park, asshole!

-Hey, man.
-Where are you?

I'm on the way.

What is it this time?
What are you worried about?

Will you be okay?

You should be, right?

Customs are involved,
so Alejandro won't be able to do anything.

Mr. Park said he'd handle it,
so don't worry.

Oh God, Kook-hee. I'm sorry, man.
I shouldn't have said anything.

Bro,

you and Soo-young are the only ones

who came to my dad's funeral.

I like you. You know that, right?

Very well.

Let's clear up this misunderstanding.

Don't think too hard.
Just hand the boy over.

That'd reaffirm our friendship.

We can bury the hatchet,

my friend.

Colombians forget the past quickly.

Living day to day is hard enough here.

Very hard.

Cheers.

Oh, here you are.

Don Alejandro chose not
to cause any trouble over this incident.

Huh?

It's all okay now.

Huh?

But this fat, ugly bastard is
asking us for half our profit.

Did you know?

Know what?

What do you mean?

Wait a minute.

Kiddo, have you forgotten where you are?

This is Colombia.

We speak Spanish here.

Listen carefully.

I've got no money or goods
for thieves like you.

That sicario you hired,

I paid him double.

You fucking bastard!

What did you do?

Oh, no, no.

I don't know what you're thinking,

but you're out of your fucking mind.

Kook-hee.

What are you doing?

Huh?

I need to survive and reach Zone 6…

Uncle.

The path to enlightenment
is through compassion.

The path to enlightenment
is through compassion.

The path to enlightenment
is through compassion!

Carlos,
congratulations on your promotion.

And please accept our condolences.

Alejandro was an old friend of yours.

When the killer is caught,
we'll know who was behind it.

What do you mean?

Many people are curious
about where Alejandro got

all those Korean products
in his warehouse.

Please allow Koreans
to contribute in revitalizing

the Colombian economy.

Listen, I have one thing to tell you.

I do not like cakes.

You'll learn to like them.

This is how Koreans show appreciation.

Is this Kook-hee's message?

It's the wish
of all the merchants.

We found her,
Kook-hee. The bitch who killed your dad.

See you again, my friend.

Sergeant Park kept
his mouth shut,

and now

people are afraid of me.

3 YEARS LATER

In exchange
for exempting customs duties in Bogotá,

there has been an endless stream
of corruption involving bribes.

Countless smuggled goods
are taking over the San Andresito Market,

and despite opposition from the smugglers,

raids will never stop.

Congress has introduced
the Anti-Smuggling Act,

and we'll properly root out
the illegal activities happening

in the San Andresito Market.

Anti-Smuggling
Act? Tell them to fuck off with that shit!

Seriously!

-This country's full of smuggled goods!
-Don't get all worked up.

Jae-ung, what about customs?

There are rumors going around
that they'll raid the market.

Kook-hee!

So how was it?

Wow, you went to Seoul
and brought back good vibes.

It's just a phase, that's all.

Reform, my ass.

The problem's not that simple.

Chinese goods are cheaper,
and our costs aren't what they used to be.

We need to change too.

Wait.

Are you saying
we need to accept the Anti-Smuggling Act?

Seriously?

This is Bogotá.

It's Colombia.

How long do you think this will go on?

We just need to keep our heads down
for a while. That's what we always do.

Do you actually think they're doing this
'cause of smugglers?

This is them trying
to push Koreans out of San Andresito.

You know that,
so why are you saying all this?

Hey, Jae-ung.

I saw Carlos, and he's got a new woman.

Looks like we need to spend more money.
Know what I'm saying?

Be prepared.

Bro,

that's enough.

I'm the one calling the shots now.

Shit! That bastard!

HONORARY DIPLOMA

PRESIDENTIAL COMMENDATION
SONG KOOK-HEE

Let go of that!

-No.
-Don't touch!

Leave those alone!

Now, get your hands off me!

Don't touch me!

Let's just talk about it.

Shit!

Hold on!

The protest, which
is openly opposing the Anti-Smuggling Act,

is becoming increasingly violent.

The Santa Fe shopping district,
which is resisting the most fiercely,

is led by Korean migrants
and is now in a standoff with the police.

Why the fuck
are you doing this, huh?

You said you'd wait.

Look at them.

Can't you see they're out of control?

What the fuck do you expect me to do?

Sir.

Shit!

Please trust me!
I'll take care of it!

Sanches.

Let the guy heading your way in.

He said he'll take care of this.

We have nothing to lose.

WE WANT TO SURVIVE

Guarantee our survival!

Police and customs, get out!

We're all gonna die
if you don't stop this!

-I'll talk to them, okay?
-Talk to them?

What'll you say? Whose side are you on?

You know which side I'm on!

Oh yeah? I heard
you support their stupid act!

Did you hear
any of us say we support it, huh?

-Fucking dick!
-I'll kill you!

Move faster. Put it down.

Don't come any closer!

Get everyone out!

Do whatever it takes!

Look.

Give them what they want!

Whatever it is!

Useless piece of shit!

Goddamn it.

I've already got one foot in the grave.

You know, I don't think a cake box
is gonna cover this whole mess, huh?

We need to go bigger.
I think maybe an apple crate.

What do you think, huh?

I'm a diabetic.
I shouldn't smoke. I just like holding it.

Okay, so…

What did you tell them, Uncle?

Oh boy, what can I say?

Sure, I'm the president
of the Korean Colombian Association,

but it's just a title.

Oh, and, uh, we've always been
kinda neutral, like Switzerland.

Hmm.

But you know what?

Monks don't leave a temple
because they don't like the temple itself.

It's the head monk they don't like.

Don't you cross the line too, Uncle.

Set up a meeting, okay?

Sure.

A shopping mall.

Sounds great.

Terranova.

That's a grandiose sounding name.

How long's it been in the works?

Not long at all.

The market's gonna change anyway.

Which means only the legal shops
will survive.

So you're a legal merchant,
and I'm a dirty, illegal smuggler?

I didn't say that, bro.

All right.

Sergeant Park's out of the picture.

And now you're the head.

So whatever losses or damages
are incurred, you lose the most.

I get it.

Then why don't you leave too?
Walk away from the market.

Stop calling me the head.

Hey, head.

If the monk doesn't like the temple,
he should just leave.

Why are you trying
to renovate the whole fucking temple?

For fuck's sake!

You said you wanted to build
a shopping mall here.

That's what you said. Remember?

Look, I'm sorry.

It was our dream.

Let's not fight.

Our dream?

What you should do--

Our dream?

Ours?

Huh? Ours?

Don't do this.

You shit. That was my dream.
How did it become ours?

What exactly
are you trying to say?

We're shutting down the smuggling routes.

And the new shopping center will
only carry legal products from now on.

Shit! Fuck that legal shit.

Why the fuck did I bother
wasting my time coming here?

Let's go, everyone. Come on!

Listen, we're foreigners here,
no matter what, right?

We're the ones who have
something to lose, not them.

Hey, you think
we've had an easy life here?

The way I fucking see it,

you don't have a clue
how things work here.

How things work?

If you do things my way,

I'll take full responsibility,

and I'll compensate you
for all your seized goods.

That's not our only problem,
though, is it?

It's gonna be like this
from now on, right?

If they seize more of our goods,

are you gonna keep compensating us?

Huh?

Why aren't you answering me?

We decided to create…

a new Korean Merchants Council.

Will that be enough?

What about this?

Someone's gotta run the shopping mall.

Turn the management rights over to us,

and we'll think about it some more.

Mr. Park.

What he's suggesting is stupid.
We've lived through so much

in the last 20 years.

Am I right?

We can't go down like this.

I know that.

Might come in handy someday.

This is Colombia, after all.

SON OF A BITCH

Hello? I'll be right there.

I'm coming.

Kook-hee!

Let's go.

Fucking Colombia.

Oh shit!

It was you, wasn't it?

Yeah, you shit, it was. Happy now?

Just tell him that I wasn't a part of it.

You think you'll be safe?

Just fucking tell him
I didn't do it, all right?

Why don't you tell him yourself,
you little shit?

You and Kook-hee are so fucking tight.
You've been kissing his ass for years now.

What? Afraid he won't believe you?

You chickenshit.

Go fuck yourself, you son of a bitch!

Little fucking prick!

You all healed up now?

By the way,
this car's a security level two.

This vehicle's got 22 armor plates.
And the windows aren't made of glass.

They're polycarbonate.

Yeah, it's nice.

Yeah, nice and sturdy.

Gotta say…

I'm very grateful to you.

Seriously.

I'm gonna help you as much as I can.

-I won't be long.
-No, it's fine. Take your time.

ACUPUNCTURE CLINIC

Hey.

It's me.

Yes!

Don't you understand?

Cancel my flight in two days,

and get me on the next flight.

Yes, anywhere!

Fastest one!

Yes, that's good.

Here you go.

Yep, when you're crossing the border,

emeralds are safer to transport.

By the way,

where are you gonna go?

I don't fucking know. It doesn't matter.

Somewhere I can lie low

till things die down.

Yeah, I don't think things'll die down
all that quickly.

Wait. Let me give you a few more.

I didn't do it.

It wasn't me.

I know.

What?

I know. I know you didn't do it, bro.

I did it.

What did you say?

If something is infected and filled
with pus, it needs to be popped.

People think someone tried to take me out,

and I'm still standing.

So, uh…

no one's gonna try
to pull that shit again.

-Cut the bullshit, asshole.
-Just drop it, bro.

Nobody got hurt.

You just need to come back
where you belong.

Acting all fucking high and mighty
till the bitter end, huh?

I'm not gonna ask you again.

You may be alive now.
Doesn't mean you will be for long!

I'll kill you, you piece of shit!

You think I'll stop there?
I'll kill your mother too.

I'm going t--

Don't move now.

This won't hurt.

There you go.

I sure hope nothing like this
happens between us again.

What are we expats doing to each other?

We've travelled so far.
We should stick together.

Do you remember…

telling me to survive
and make it to Zone 6?

Yeah, I do.

But, to be honest,

I never expected you to make it.

Unreal.

All right. That's enough.

Oh, my leg.

♪ La cucaracha, la cucaracha ♪

♪ La cucaracha ♪

♪ La cucaracha ♪

♪ La cucaracha ♪

♪ La cucaracha… ♪

Uncle.

Why did the locals
call you a cockroach here?

Oh, that's 'cause
they hadn't seen a lot of Asians before.

And I'm kinda small.

They took me for an idiot,

those stupid, fucking losers.

Do you know which creature

will survive the longest on earth?

No idea.

The cockroach.

La cucaracha.

Oh.

A good metaphor.

Life is…

so fucked up.

Let's take a bit of a break.

I gotta take a leak.

That's bulletproof.

Huh?

Bulletproof.

It won't break!

Did you not understand
what I said?

It won't shatter.
Do you understand?

Kook-hee? Kook-hee!

Can you hear me?

This car's soundproofing is great!

Wow!

You know, it's strange, isn't it?

Been over three years since I sent
my wife and daughter back to Seoul.

They didn't wanna go either.

I told them I'd be there soon.

Seriously,

I don't know what's keeping me here.

Anyway, you, my friend, are different.

Huh?

Different from your dad,
and different from the other Koreans here.

You know what though?

You're a little too different.

A jagged stone is bound to be chiseled.

Say hello to Alejandro's eldest son.

Unreal.

BOGOTÁ

CITY OF THE LOST