All language subtitles for Bogota.City.of.the.Lost.2024

In 1997…

IMF BAILOUT REQUESTED

…the country went bankrupt.

People were driven out onto the streets…

and my family moved far away.

South Korea?

I'm never going back
to that fucking country.

CAPITAL OF COLOMBIA

We'll be doing an inspection.

Hey, Sergeant Park!

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

Yeah, this place is really far.

Give me the address first.

Your bag. Hold onto it.

Calle? How do you spell that?

Sir, allow us to search you.

You don't think I'll be able to get a cab?
Come on, it's an airport. Yeah?

Look over there.
They're beating people up.

No!

It looks like there's been an accident.

They must be dead.

We won't be here for long.
Everything's ready.

Just trust your old man.

Let's think of this place as a tollgate.

A tollgate to the US, okay?

Colombia.

My geography textbook
briefly described this place

as the land of coffee.

Once our visa is sorted,
we'll go to the US.

Kook-hee, you trust your old man,
don't you?

And you know the saying,
"Assarabia Colombia!"

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 don't listen.

A scratch will get me in trouble!
Look at that.

-What was that?
-Hey, not my bag!

He's got a gun! A gun!

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

-Our life savings!
-Are you trying to get me killed?

Give it to me!

-No!
-He's got a gun!

Mom, he's holding a gun! Just let go!

No! Hey, my bag!

Hey, Kook-hee!

Police!

Kook-hee!

Are you nuts?

Kook-hee! It's dangerous!

Kook-hee!

Hey, you son of a bitch!

Hey!

You son of a bitch!

ACHIEVING THE COLOMBIAN DREAM WIDE AWAKE

Put it back up.

-Don't touch anything.
-Now.

Sergeant Park!

How can you do this to me?

At my age, Father was sent to fight
in the Vietnam War.

He said he nearly died
countless times in Vietnam

and that a subordinate whose life he saved

made it big in Colombia.

He said the guy would help us
if we went there.

Impressive.

He told us to trust him.

Come on.

Sergeant Park.

We're comrades
who shed blood together, aren't we?

What?

I almost died because of you.
Have you forgotten?

Don't you remember?

That running nearly killed me.

-Forget it.
-No, that was…

What am I even doing here? Seriously.

Hey, son.

Yeah, you.

Around here,
you can't chase someone who robs you.

That's how you get into trouble.

This isn't Korea.

SAN ANDRESITO MARKET

Afternoon!

Diana, have you been well?

Of course, you?

-Have a good day.
-Thanks.

Hey. Keep going, family.

The Koreans in San Andresito Market

sell clothes brought in
from Pyeonghwa Market.

To get the goods on time,

they need connections
in Colombia's corrupt customs department.

…nothing like in Seoul…

They see Sergeant Park as family.
His father-in-law worked in customs.

Why are you skipping the retreats?

Anyone bringing in goods from Korea
had to stay on his good side.

That's how he became
the Korean businessmen's leader.

Guess what? He wants lower rent.

I'm keeping an eye on you.

-Sergeant.
-Hey, Miguel!

Father!

People here don't care
about what you used to do.

-Hello, sir.
-Yes, hello.

I could no longer believe Father's claim

that Sergeant Park owed him one
from the Vietnam War,

but I had no trouble believing
that he had made it big here in Bogotá.

So this is…

your wife?

This isn't Korea. She's the boss here.

Don't smoke in the shop.

Mrs. Park, thank you. I mean, boss.

He's too old.

-It's fine.
-Huh?

No, wait!

No, Lucia!

He's the one who will work.

Okay? Not him.

He's the one who will work here.

You work for me.

Okay?

I'll do it.

I'll work here.

You, work.

Work here, hard.

-Work…
-That's it.

-Here.
-Good.

Another one.

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!

Ten more!

Okay, I'll quickly--

Nobody move! You sons of bitches!

Let's go! Out of the way!

My mom also started working again.

She worked at a sewing factory
until she was 19,

met my dad there, and married him.

She hates to think about those days,

but she's back to sewing again.

Father ran a small factory
and had a lot of debt

that gradually snowballed.

But he said it wasn't his fault.

IMF BAILOUT REQUESTED

He said it was Korea's fault.

"Get lost"? Who do you think you are?

He became more bitter after coming here,

and he grew more distant
from the other Koreans.

They're all bastards who fled Korea
after causing trouble there.

Stop it.

Be careful
around those Korean bastards, okay?

Please just stop.
For Kook-hee's sake, if nothing else.

Stop, you son of a bitch!

Let's go! Out of the way!

The 20th century comes to an end,
making way for the 21st.

Kook-hee!

Kook-hee!

Wanna try this?

It's fucking dope!

I can't do drugs.

I need to be able to go back
to Korea at any time.

He wants a convoy there
when it isn't even rebel territory?

Armed security is so fucking expensive!

Frankly, you're not even going to check
if there's armed security anyway.

That bastard Soo-young
always comes up with great excuses.

We need to get someone, anyone,
to keep an eye on him.

Are you frustrated?
Then why don't you go over there?

Yeah, that should do it, right?

Rebels or customs,
you can deal with them all. How about it?

Why are you bringing me into this?

Because you're my nephew.

For fuck's sake.

What I'm saying is

you need someone you can trust, Uncle!

Hey, don't.

-These disrespectful bastards!
-Father.

-Let's go, Father.
-Hey!

Father.

-Are you okay, Father?
-Yeah.

That bastard pushed me!

You know who I am, punk?

Hit me.

Go on and hit me.

Kook-hee, don't.

Hit me.

Hit me. Go ahead.

Hit me hard.

Yeah, hit me hard.

-Emilio!
-Hard!

How much will be enough?

So you just turned 22?

An early birthday.

An early birthday?

I have an early birthday too.

I was your exact age
when I came to this country.

After the military,
I took every penny I saved in Vietnam,

went to Pyeonghwa Market
to buy all the lingerie,

like women's bras and panties,
and brought them all to Colombia.

Hey, Cuca!

Alejandro!

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

Alejandro, the head
of the Colombia Merchants Association.

He's close with the authorities in Bogotá

and, according to rumors,
with the cartel too.

Those two are business partners

and inseparable best friends.

Why is that bastard
trying to sweet-talk me, huh?

Still calling me a cuca at my age?

Where were we?

Women's lingerie…

Yes, the lingerie.

At first, I was selling it
on the streets around Medellín.

But the local bastards
would follow me around,

grinning and singing whenever I walked by
with my bundle on my back.

La cucaracha, la cuca…

Christ.

Even after I set up shop,
they still came singing.

La cucaracha, la cucaracha…

Man.

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

Yes.

A cockroach.

Kook-hee.

Yes?

I can just tell.

You're different.

You're different from your father
and the other Koreans here.

You know?

I'm saying you're trustworthy.

You're someone who can be trusted.

You've got grit 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 make a hell of a team, bro.

Avoiding rebels
and passing through police checkpoints

to smuggle goods requires expertise.

OUTSKIRTS OF BUENAVENTURA PORT

And there is apparently
a veteran with that expertise.

Who are you?

Who is this kid?

I work for Mr. Park Jang-su. I'm Song--

For fuck's sake.

Why can't he just trust me?

Lil' Peck sent you? That Little Park?

There's no armed security.

Red alert lifted.

So I sent the security back.

Am I a fool or something?

There's no time. Start loading.

Containers leaving Busan Port
cross the Pacific Ocean

and arrive here in Buenaventura.

Goods come in like this every month,

and if they clear customs properly,
there's not much left.

Only 1% of the goods are declared.

That's Sergeant Park's rule
and that man's role.

DIAN
COLOMBIAN CUSTOMS

-Here.
-Okay.

Of course,
to follow Sergeant Park's rules,

we must also follow Colombia's rules.

Follow the rules,

and the gate opens.

Pass!

CHECKPOINT

Abracadabra.

Good luck!

See you!

Pass!

TUHÚBU PLAIN

Let's see some documents.

Didn't you hear me?

I asked for some documents.

But…

Understood.

…there are exceptions to the rules.

Man, 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!

-Afternoon!
-What's he doing?

Something going on?

-Hello.
-What's with the siren?

Miguel! Can you hear me?

Miguel!

What's going on?

Can you hear me?

-This is Kook-hee.
-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. Hang tight.

Okay.

Get out.

-Go away.
-Out.

Open the door. Out.

Hurry the hell up!

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?

WELCOME TO TUHÚBU

My father was incompetent…

and my mom was listless.

Sergeant Park said he trusted me,

so I have to get him to like me,
no matter what.

You crazy bastard. What is that?

Out of my face. It stinks.

Those sons of bitches
almost killed the kid.

DIAN
BOGOTÁ CUSTOMS

Carlos!

With one hug from Sergeant Park,
I was released.

ALMACÉN DIAN
CUSTOMS WAREHOUSE

Here, nothing goes right…

Get up. Let's go home.

…but nothing is impossible.

Assarabia Colombia.

The east side of the Andes

is composed of sedimentary rock,
geologically speaking.

It's not granite.

What does that mean?

It means this country's emeralds
are the finest.

Hey, come here.

They are pure emeralds, in essence.

But how do you get this
out of the country?

-How?
-Yeah.

Just hide them and leave!
What's the problem?

So naive.

We'd be fucked.

So, Doctor,
you're not doing acupuncture anymore?

What makes you say that?

I'm a doctor by trade.

Dr. Hong is an acupuncturist

but is said to make his real money
by smuggling emeralds.

Yo, Panties!

Hey, bring him over.

-Kook-hee!
-Panties?

You know, he…

-He's cute.
-My uncle really likes guys like him.

The reckless type.

Little Park. He bought a club in the city.

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

He's got three shops and three lovers.
And they're all local girls.

I heard your club in the city
is doing well.

If it's Korean-style,
I'd be curious to see it.

You're so curious
about everything at your age.

-Jae-ung, bring a chair.
-A chair?

Hey, have a seat.

Let me pour you one.

-Just drop by sometime.
-Okay.

These are my fellow
Korea University alums.

Hello.

They've got it good,
living it up here as exchange students.

Hey, that's right!

As of today,
you're a Korea University alum.

All right!

-What are you doing?
-Korea University!

Soo-young, a Korea University grad,

said he came to Bogotá
as an expat for Daewoo Motors.

When Korea's IMF crisis
shut down the expat branch,

he started helping Sergeant Park
with customs and settled here.

Call me bro from now on.

Are you fucking kidding me?
"Bro"? The kid barely knows you.

What is this, a reunion?

Why did you bring all your lackeys?

By the way, listen up, all of you.

Cause a scene in my club again,
and you're dead.

These poor students left home
to study so far away.

They can come to Korean gatherings, right?
They don't even eat much.

Go back and dig in.

All right, fine.
You take care of your fellow countrymen.

Keep them in line when they're drinking.

"Keep them in line"?

Right, keep them in line.

Little Park, you sent this kid
to keep me in line, didn't you?

If you don't fucking trust me,
come do it yourself, Lil' Peck.

You're always up my fucking ass.

What the fuck? "Lil' Peck"?

-Sorry about that.
-How dare you talk to me like that!

-How old are you?
-Sorry.

-Come on.
-Why push him?

-Sit down.
-Come here!

-What?
-Hey! Seriously, sit down.

You fuckers are pissing me off,
for fuck's sake!

Why not flip the table?

That bastard Soo-young started it!

Go home, all of you.

Let's wrap it up.

Well?

Turn the music off!

For fuck's sake.

Call me Uncle from now on.

Pardon?

It's okay.

Your father and I were once comrades
who shed blood together.

I will later, boss.

Sure.

No rush.

In Buddhism,
there's a concept called the "Six Paths."

It means all beings cycle
through the six worlds,

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

based on their karma.

And this country
is the embodiment of that.

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

Right now, we're in Zone 6.

Only the rich live here.

Do you drink?

Yes.

But to climb all the way up here,

you need more.

Just blindly working hard isn't enough.

You know that, right?

Very well.

Dear nephew, I want you to survive
and make it all the way

here to Zone 6.

That day, for the first time,
I didn't want to go back to Korea.

Let's get moving!

What the fuck? Hurry up!

See you, JP.

-Evening!
-Hey, wow.

-I missed you, my friend.
-Yeah.

As the scale of the smuggling grew
and the number of trucks increased,

our wallets got fatter too.

-Pass.
-Come on, count it as a goal.

There, you got it.

Yeah!

Ahn Jung-hwan!

What are you doing?

Ahn Jung-hwan!

SOUTH KOREA ADVANCES TO THE SEMIFINALS

They'll have it next month.

Thank you.

Okay, let's go get a drink.

Sounds good.

-Hey, good work.
-Stop! Don't touch my hair.

-Good work.
-Don't!

Why not?
I'm saying you did a good job. Hey!

Don't spray that at me, you little shit!

What's your name?

Carla.

-Kook-hee.
-Cookie?

-Jump!
-Jump!

Look at that! Isn't it nice?

Right? It's heaven!

Hey, isn't that Kook-hee?

Why's he with that group?

Why else? That fucker Soo-young
is keeping him close.

As for Soo-young,
he handles the customs work for Mr. Park.

There are many eyes on him,
so it's awkward for him to get involved.

-Right? Kook-hee.
-Yeah?

This is my first business,

so please help me out.

You get me, right?

Get what, Jae-ung?

See if you can do it
without Sergeant Park's help.

Come on, that's just not true.

We can manage
without Sergeant Park's help.

Besides, this is…

Hey.

This is Soo-young's plan.

Don't you know him?

You'll need to get your own shop too.

How long are you going to carry on

being someone else's errand boy?

Jae-ung.

How long do you think
I'll be an errand boy?

Huh? How long?

Errand boy, my ass.

Okay.

Fuck you.

-Piss off.
-Who do you think you are?

-What, fucker? Son of a bitch!
-What?

You motherfucker.

Don't worry about me.
Worry about yourself.

Well, I'm just trying to…

What's going on?

Sang-mook!

Stop, you dog!

You son of a bitch!

-What's going on?
-Stop.

Out of my way, damn it.

Come here, you bastard.

Come at me!
I'll kill you all, you sons of bitches!

Let go!

You motherfucker!

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

Fuck.

Shut up, everybody. Damn it.

Shut up, everybody.

I said shut up, everybody!

Hey, what's going on?
What's with this fucked-up situation?

It's an unloaded gun?

Jesus Christ.

Why don't you ask the bastard
who started this fucked-up situation?

Llama .38.

This should be
in a police officer's holster.

Why was he waving it around?

You're here.

Man, you fucking morons.

Seriously, you guys
have really embarrassed me.

Also, you get into a fight

only to get beaten up?

Here, this will help you shit better.

It's good for the kidneys
and stops gray hair too.

Wow!

It isn't booze, then. It's medicine.

Are you really going to sell these?

This country has spring weather
365 days a year.

How can you sell down parkas?

Exactly, it's like selling heaters
in the Tatacoa Desert

and refrigerators in the South Pole.

Have you ever been to a desert?

-Have you been to Tatacoa?
-Not yet.

The desert becomes freezing at night.

I see.

And the South Pole?

Do people only eat frozen food there,
not refrigerated food?

A refrigerator's key part
is its cooling section.

Cold feels way colder in spring.

It's like reverse thinking, right?

Oh! That's right!

Sergeant Park just sells stuff.

What I'm selling is a new concept.

A new fucking concept.

Look at this.
It's light, and it looks cool, right?

These will sell for sure.

Hey, you bastard!

Don't touch that. It's valuable.

You don't get to sit either!

Sit.

You can easily hire a sicario
for 100,000 won in this country.

Why'd you pull a gun?

Because we're in Colombia.

I wish you guys were even
half as good as Kook-hee.

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

But honestly,
I'm two years older than him,

and when you keep comparing me to him,

it really hurts my feelings, you know.

Soo-young, Kook-hee's younger than me,

but he speaks unclearly,

sometimes using honorifics
and sometimes not,

which really annoys me.

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 too.

Helps you shit better,
boosts stamina, and stops graying.

Kid, do you trust Park Jang-su?

Cuca!

La cucaracha, la cucaracha

Di-ri-ri-ri

That's what everybody calls him.

Hey, did he also tell you that story
about how he smuggled panties in blankets?

Fuck, man. It's all lies.

He went to Peru as a chicken sexer,

landed himself in trouble,
and ended up in Colombia.

Have you ever heard of anyone

who started out working
under Park Jang-su and succeeded?

No one.

First, he gives you his trust,
then he uses you.

Once you're no longer useful,
you're nothing to him.

Hey, Kook-hee.

Why do you care so much about him, Uncle?

Let's be real.

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

In South America?

This is why you're so thick.

-What do you mean?
-Why wouldn't they sell?

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

Aren't they?

Look at the way you're dressed.

What would you know about fashion?
All you know is women's panties.

Anyway,

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

he won't be able to react immediately.

Is that it?

Meanwhile,
we target Soo-young's factory in China,

outbid him, and take over.

Okay.

You think you can make it out of Zone 1?

No, you never will.

By the way,

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

We gotta test him.

Test Soo-young?

No, Kook-hee.

Kook-hee? Why?

Soo-young will have to get his goods
to Bogotá somehow.

So who do you think
he'll try to lure to his side?

You don't trust Kook-hee, do you?

You actually trust people?

Me?

I trust you, Uncle.

-You trust me?
-Shit yeah. Amen.

Oh my, I'm so grateful.

Fucking bullshit.
You're better off fooling a corpse, punk.

Hey, yeah.

So did you return the package?

Yes, sir.

And Soo-young didn't say much?

He asked me if I trust you, boss.

Come on, I told you to call me Uncle.

So?

Do you trust me?

I said I can put food on the table,
thanks to you.

Anything else?

No, nothing else.

Nothing else?

You hold on to this.

It'll come in handy someday.

This is Colombia, after all.

That bastard Soo-young will mix his goods
with ours at customs this time.

They'll be the boxes
with the orange stickers.

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

Can I make you a proposition?

Remember. The orange stickers.

Here.

Oh, 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'll test you.

You don't trust Kook-hee, do you?

You actually trust people?

Fuck that. Who can be trusted?

Have I ever told you to trust me?

Just trust yourself.

You fucking bastard!

Son of bitches.

What the hell are you doing?

Soo-young.

Kook-hee!

Shit, man.

Good work.

Okay? Good work.

-It's hot, isn't it?
-Hey, good job.

Damn it. There's more left.

Soo-young was right.

The business was a hit,

and the locals were excited
by its novelty.

Thank you.

Colombians started selling
duck down parkas too.

But their quality was no match.

Well, it's nothing special.

Soo-young was smart.

For reliable smuggling,
he needed connections in customs,

so he gave Sergeant Park a large cut.

SIX PATHS CEO PARK JANG-SU

Sergeant Park had no reason
to decline the offer.

Mr. Park is here.

Awkward situations were unavoidable…

Hey, Kook-hee.

…but money made people forget.

Just as they smuggled in goods,

Koreans smuggled out money.

Unreported money was continuously sent
to their homeland.

The money was laundered through Hong Kong,

then China,

and finally Korea.

Money equaled peace.

I bought a new house in Zone 3…

but this is just the beginning.

It's okay, Mom. This is our house.

Soo-young said

we should go see the ocean.

CARTAGENA

Let's go!

Three, two, one!

Hey, are you jealous?

What?

During the IMF crisis,
many kids went home broke,

but these bastards are lucky
to have rich parents and are living it up.

They say rich kids have a glow about them,

but why do they look so dull?

Give me your hand.

-Huh?
-Your hand.

-Did you see the first James Bond movie?
-No.

This is the watch
Sean Connery has worn since then.

A Rolex Submariner.

Dope, right?

What is this?

Is it for me? It looks expensive.

That's why I'm giving it to you.
Would I give you cheap crap?

This is nice!

Hey, Soo-young.

I've been wondering for a while.

Why didn't you go back to Korea?

Why would I go back?

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

But man, look at this place.

This place

is fucking overflowing with life, yeah?

This is the land of opportunity.

What's your dream?

Why would I have one?

Well, my dream

is to build a fucking amazing
shopping mall here in Colombia.

One that South Americans go crazy for.

What? You don't believe I can do it?

Did you think I'd smuggle
duck down parkas forever, huh?

No, I believe in you.

Really, I do.

Could you let me be
a part of that dream of yours?

-Boss?
-You punk, get off me.

-Of course. Sounds great.
-Great.

A shopping mall sounds great.

Hey, years ago, our chairman said this,

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

A long time ago, someone told me
that's why Daewoo went under.

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

Thanks for that!

This isn't right.
They crossed the line this time!

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 about 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.

What's going on?

What's up with him?

Perez!

What's happening?

Perez.

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?

Hey, please calm down.

-Calm down?
-Those sons of bitches.

Christmas is in less than ten days!

-What do we sell?
-It's peak season.

-Move!
-Please stop.

If we miss the holidays, we're done!
You know that!

-What are we gonna do?
-Come on.

-Contact him now!
-Take responsibility!

Why would Carlos suddenly do this?

When we played poker last week,

we let him win,
and everything seemed great.

Hey, Jeon Soo-young.

Do you know anything?

What would I know?

Are you suspicious of me?

They seized two full containers
of my goods!

That's worth 400 million won!

All right.
I'm just frustrated. That's all.

Isn't dealing with the higher-ups
your job?

Why blame me? Damn it!

I've had enough of you, punk.

You think you're a big shot now, huh?

You expanded too aggressively!

My life's on the line every time!
What do you do in the back room?

What the hell are you doing?

Shut your traps.

From now on,
only speak if you have a plan.

Any ideas?

Cúcuta.

What about Cúcuta?

Since Venezuela is overflowing
with smuggled goods,

if we could just get to Cúcuta…

Hey, you're right.

If we reach Cúcuta,
we can get goods from Venezuela, right?

They won't be Korean goods,

but it should tide us over
until we fix this, right?

Who's gonna go there?

Who's gonna go into rebel territory?

I heard the place is full of armed rebels.

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

You got another plan?

Jesus.

What a fucked-up situation.

I put in 200 million won, bro.

That's everything I've got.

Without it, I'm dead.

Yeah.

It's all there.

All right.

Rebels aren't what they used to be.

Then why don't you go with him, Mr. Park?

Yeah.

It is dangerous for him to go
on his own with all that cash.

Mom! What's--

For fuck's sake.
This is what you're resorting to now?

Give me that.

You can… always start over.

So that thing…

-Give it to me.
-Give you what?

Just give it to me, Kook-hee!

I know about it, too, so…

Where is it?

-Kook-hee.
-Put it down.

Put it down. For fuck's sake!

Let go! Put it down!

-Kook-hee.
-Let go!

-What are you doing?
-Kook-hee, give it to me, please!

-Just give it to me!
-Put it down!

Shit, why did you shoot?

If we get caught, it's your fault!

Out of my way!

Damn it!

Kook-hee.

Father.

My money.

-My money.
-Father, you're bleeding.

Fucking Colombia.

-Colombia.
-Don't talk.

I said don't talk! Fuck!

Father.

I'm tired.

Kook-hee.

Father.

For fuck's sake.

Father!

Father!

Hey, you…

Come on, don't.

Kook-hee.

I know this isn't

the best time to bring this up…

but what about the money?

I'll pay you back, sir.

What are you going to do about this?

We can't even open for business,
and now you've lost our remaining money.

What are you going to do?

I'll pay you back.

How the fuck are you going to pay us back?

What? Let go, damn it!
I just said what we're all thinking!

I'll pay you back.

I said I'd fucking pay you back!

Let go!

My money!

Let go.

It's everything we had!

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

I'll pay you back.

Take this and go.

Somewhere. Anywhere.

Where would I go?

My shop's here. I'm staying.

You stupid idiot.

Someone could shoot you at any moment.

What are you gonna do about it?

Those fucking customs bastards.

Handing all our goods over to Alejandro…

What did you say?

Customs did what?

What did customs do?

Damn it.

They handed over all our goods.

They seized our goods
and sent them to Alejandro's warehouse.

Colombian merchants will get them
before Christmas.

To shut down Korean businesses.

Get out of here.

It's how you'll survive.

Damn it.

-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.

"The goods"?

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.

Alejandro really is a fucking prick.

-Thanks for the smokes.
-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?

Fucker, you wouldn't come alone.

Don't run!

No!

Please, no!

Stop!

No!

No!

Please, stop. Don't kill him!

Let go! You son of a bitch!

Let go!

Miguel came on Sergeant Park's orders.

We managed to get through
the holiday rush,

but this isn't over.

People here

don't pick up guns on Christmas.

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

If we just read the room and stay back,
we'll be fine.

By the way,

how about Kook-hee?

Kook-hee?

Are you feeling guilty now?

You're the one who told him.

You said to wait for the right time
and tell him when--

What the fuck?

Did I tell you to do that?

You're making it sound like
I paid him to do it!

Did I do that?

Well. No, you didn't, but…

Is he a Korea University alum?

Why do you even care about him?

Close up early.

Alejandro.

What the fuck? You fucking bastard!

What the fuck is wrong with you?

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 gonna rob your warehouse,

I wouldn't do it that way!

Don't you know who I am?

I'm Park Jang-su, you motherfucker!

-Hey, Jae-ung.
-Where are you?

I'm on the way.

What is it this time?

Are you worried?

Will you be okay?

You should be, right?

With customs involved,
Alejandro can't do anything either.

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

Damn, Kook-hee. I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have said all that.

Jae-ung.

You and Soo-young are the only ones
who came to my father's funeral.

You know I like you, right?

Yeah.

It's been a long day.

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.

You're here.

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

It's all okay now.

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

Did you 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 just do?

No.

I don't know what you're thinking,

but it's utter nonsense.

Kook-hee.

What is it?

Tell me.

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 to 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 father.

See you again, my friend.

Sergeant Park kept his mouth shut,

and people

now fear 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!

Does this country even have any goods
that haven't been smuggled in?

Don't get worked up.

What about customs?

There are rumors running rampant
that they're gonna raid the market.

Kook-hee!

Did you have a good trip?

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

It's just a phase!

Reform, my ass.

It's not that simple a problem.

Chinese goods are cheaper now,
and our costs have increased.

We need to change too.

Hey, wait.

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

Is that it?

This is Bogotá.

It's Colombia.

How long do you think this will go on?

We just need to lay low for a while,
like we always do.

Is the Anti-Smuggling Act about smuggling?

Those guys?

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

Why act like you don't know?

Hey, Jae-ung.

I saw Carlos the other day
with a new woman.

Lots of expenses this time.
You know what I mean?

Be prepared.

Bro, that's enough.

I'm the one making the decision.

That fucking bastard!

HONORARY DIPLOMA

PRESIDENTIAL COMMENDATION
SONG KOOK-HEE

Hey!

Don't touch them!

Get out of my way!
Out of my way, you bastards.

Let go of that!

-No.
-Don't touch!

Leave those alone!

-I said out of my way!
-Wait a minute!

Don't touch them!

Let's just talk about it.

Hold on!

The protest, which openly opposes
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?

You said you'd wait.

Help me!

Look at them!

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

What the fuck do you expect me to do?

Sir.

Oh, come on.

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 going to die. Fuck!

I'll persuade them, okay?

Persuade who? Whose side are you on?

This isn't the time to pick sides!

Mr. Song, I heard you support the Act!

Did anyone here say we support it?

None of us fucking did!

Guarantee our survival!

Guarantee our survival!

Move faster. Put it down.

Stay away!

Let go of me!

Shit, my eyes are burning!
You motherfuckers!

Hey, you sons of bitches!

-What the hell?
-Fuck you!

Leave it!

Get everyone out!

Do whatever it takes!

Look.

Give them what they want.

Whatever it is!

Fucking useless piece of shit.

Damn it. Seriously.

I've already got one foot in the grave.

But a cake box won't be
anywhere near enough for this incident.

I guess we need to give him
an apple crate, at least.

What do you think?

A diabetic shouldn't smoke.
I just do it out of habit.

So?

What did you tell them, Uncle?

Goodness, what would I say?

I'm president of the Korean Association,
but I'm powerless.

People from my hometown, you know,

are always neutral.

But speaking of which…

monks don't leave a temple
because they dislike the temple itself.

It's the head monk they dislike.

Don't cross the line, too, Uncle.

And set up a meeting.

All right.

A shopping mall sounds great.

Terranova.

What a damn grandiose name.

How long has it been?

Not long.

The market's going to change anyway.

Meaning only the legal shops will survive.

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

I didn't say that, bro.

All right.

Sergeant Park's out anyway.

Now you're the top dog.

Any losses or damages incurred
will hit you the hardest.

I get it.

Then you should leave too.

Walk away from the market.

Stop calling me "dog."

Hey, dog.

If the monk dislikes the temple,
he should leave.

Why try to renovate the whole damn temple?

For fuck's sake!

You wanted a mall
South Americans would go crazy for.

Don't you remember?

Bro, I'm sorry.

Let's not do this.

That was our dream.

"Our" dream?

So you should try--

"Our" dream?

Is it ours?

Huh? Ours?

Don't do this.

It was my fucking dream.
How did it become ours?

What are you trying to say?

We'll shut down the smuggling routes.

And the new shopping mall

will only carry legal products.

Legal? Bullshit.

I was a fool for coming here.

Get up, everyone! Let's go!

Either way, we're foreigners
in this country, right?

We're the ones to suffer, not them.

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

The way I fucking see it,

you have no idea
how we do things around here.

How you do things here?

If you do things my way,

I'll take full responsibility
for any losses from seized goods.

I'll cover them in full.

Seized goods aren't the only problem!

Things will stay like this
from now on, won't they?

If we incur more losses,

will you cover those too?

Will you?

Why can't you fucking answer the question?

We're forming…

a new Korean Businessman Association.

Will that be enough?

The new shopping mall.

Someone has to manage it.

Give us management rights,

and we'll reconsider it.

Mr. Park.

Tell him to quit the bullshit.

We've been through it all here
in the past 20 years.

Haven't we?

We can't go down like this,

can we?

It'll come in handy someday.

This is Colombia, after all.

SON OF A BITCH

Put it on that rack.

This needs to go.

Hello? I'll be right there.

I'm coming.

Kook-hee!

Let's go.

Fucking Colombia.

It was you, wasn't it?

Yes, it fucking was. Happy now?

Hurry and tell Kook-hee it wasn't me.

You think you'll be safe?

Tell him it was you, for fuck's sake!

Tell him yourself, asshole!

You and Kook-hee are tight.

You've been kissing his ass
for so long, dipshit.

Why? Are you worried he won't believe you?

You fucking coward.

Eat shit and die, motherfucker!

Fucking dumbass!

Have your injuries healed now?

This is a security level two vehicle.

It has 22 armor plates

and windows made of polycarbonate,
not glass.

Yes, it's nice.

Yeah, it's nice and sturdy.

I have to say…

I'm very grateful to you.

Well, yeah.

I'll 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.

If you're traveling a long way,

emeralds transport better.

By the way,

where are you going?

I don't fucking know. What does it matter?

Just a place to lay low
until things die down a little.

I don't think
things will die down that easily.

Hold on. Let me get you a few more.

It wasn't me.

I didn't do it.

I know.

What?

I know you didn't do it, bro.

I did it.

What are you saying?

If something's infected and full of pus,
it needs to be popped.

Everyone thinks someone tried to kill me,

but they failed.

So…

no one else will dare try.

Cut the bullshit, asshole.

Let's drop this, bro.

No one got hurt.

Now you just need to return to your place.

You son of a bitch,
acting high and mighty to the end, huh?

I won't repeat myself.

They failed, so no one else will try?

I'll kill you, you son of a bitch!

You think I'll stop there?

I'm also going to kill

your mother and--

Don't move.
I'm inserting an acupuncture needle.

I hope something like this
never happens between us again.

Why come all the way
to the other side of the world

just to act like this
with our fellow countrymen?

Do you remember?

You told me to survive and reach Zone 6.

I do remember.

But honestly,

I never expected you to actually make it.

Impressive.

God. Okay. That's enough.

That's it for me.

Oh my.

La cucaracha, la cucaracha

La cucaracha, la cucaracha

It can no longer walk

Because it doesn't have

Because it's lacking

Marijuana to smoke

La cucaracha

La cucaracha

It can no longer…

Uncle.

Why did the locals here
call you a cockroach?

Those bastards hadn't seen many Asians.

Plus, I'm kind of small.

I guess they took me for a chump.

Those bastards, they don't have shit.

Do you know which creature on Earth

will survive until the end?

Which one?

The cockroach.

La cucaracha.

Wow.

That's quite meaningful.

Life…

is so overwhelming.

Mr. Song, let's pull over.
I need to take a leak.

That's bulletproof!

Bulletproof!

It won't break!

You dumbass!

Why won't you understand, you little shit?

It won't shatter!

Do you understand?

Hello?

Can you hear me?

This car has great soundproofing too.

Dear me.

It's strange, isn't it?

I sent my wife and daughter to Seoul,
even though they wanted to stay.

It's been over three years
since I said I'd wrap up and join them.

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

Anyway, my dear nephew sure is different.

Right?

Different from your father
and different from the other Koreans here.

But you know…

you're just too different.

Being different brings trouble.

Say hello. This is Alejandro's eldest son.

Impressive.

BOGOTÁ

CITY OF THE LOST

Subtitle translation by: Sung In Jang