Born Again (본 어게인)

Is there such a thing as being fated to meet?

Do you have the book?

Excuse me. May I have the book?

I guess you are interested in dead bodies?

It so happens that I'd ordered this book.

It's a limited edition with the author's signature.

I'd pre-ordered this book to pick it up at three.

It's 3:15 p.m.

I really need this book.

Hey, there.

Would you like to buy my book?

You just scribbled in it.

I'll charge you for a used book.

A used book?

I'm fine if you don't want it.

By the way, I guess you have a habit of pressing...

the fountain pen down when you write.

You'll break your pen soon writing like that.

I guess it's better than spilling coffee on your book.

I thought you weren't coming. I'm sorry.

Why would my friend who is moving away want this particular book?

Why is it that she's flying out just...

tomorrow morning?

It must be her fate to not have the book.

It's her sad fate that she values the writer's autograph...

over 100 million won.

- I'm sorry. - It's okay.

Lovers never break up.

Though you may not know when or where it will be.

We will meet again.

In the next life...

and the life after that.

I envy you...

who is hoping for eternal love, Ms. Jung Ha Eun.

Are you with us now?

We'll play your song request.

"When Love Passes By," by Lee Moon Sae.

Miss,

you shouldn't be carrying that yellow umbrella.

Haven't you heard of a scumbag...

who only kills lasses with a yellow umbrella?

Lasses?

Don't get me wrong. I'm not a spy.

I defected to South Korea.

There are so many jerks who kill lasses in South Korea.

We should bury those jerks in the coal mine.

Aren't I right, Miss?

They will all be caught.

My boyfriend is a detective.

- What's happened here? - How can this be?

She must have seen an evil being with her own eyes.

Who could've stabbed someone so recklessly?

Take a look, Detective Cha.

The culprit stabbed her twice from the chest.

Once in the abdomen from this way.

Once from the other side.

And then stabbed like crazy here.

- Like... - Will you please move over?

The body has been damaged.

But her face is untouched.

What does this mean, Detective Cha?

There are two guys.

One killed her.

The other one held a funeral for her.

We have a clue.

The culprit has long hair.

Only a few men have long hair in Korea.

- Nine. - Nine?

He waited 2 years after killing 9 people.

Why did he start murdering again?

In Do,

can there be such a thing as murder without a motive?

How can a man kill someone for no reason?

(No Trespassing. Under investigation.)

Get out!

Hey, you!

Don't take that!

Come here!

You there!

I said come!

Are you okay?

It's your girlfriend who has a weak heart.

How come you're acting like this every time?

Your heart is like a hard rock.

Let it go. Now!

Give me this!

Are the hearts of lovers connected?

At the same moment that I feel pain in my heart,

his heart hurts as well.

It's not a heartache...

but as though...

his heart was stabbed with a knife.

He said it's here.

Right here.

Geez, you startled me.

- My heart almost dropped. - I'm sorry. Are you all right?

Try breathing. Can you breathe?

Breathe in, quickly.

Look at me.

Breathe out again now.

We've got to go to the hospital. Your face turned blue.

I'm not a Smurf. Look who's talking.

Do you have to say that your heart dropped?

Why can't I say it? I do have heart disease.

It's genuine.

You can't use this.

Throw it away, right now.

Let's go.

It's not just a yellow umbrella.

- Didn't you see Dooly on it? - Get in.

("Wuthering Heights" by Emily Brontë)

"If all else perished, and he remained,"

"I should still continue to be."

"Whatever our souls are made of..."

"His and mine are the same."

Written by Emily Brontë.

"Wuthering Heights," page 123.

Come on.

Should I throw out the ladder too?

Hey.

It's on page 73. I've read it countless times for you.

Is it?

Open it anyway, to page 123.

Why page 123?

You already marked page 73 so well.

I told you no one will buy the books if you write on them.

I don't think the owner of a used book store should say that.

I thought the scribblings were a part of the book's history.

Also, that's not just a scribbling. It's a proposal.

I waited a month for your answer.

Okay. Then...

I should scribble my answer too.

Look for it when I'm not around.

You'll have to scribble a lot. I've written it everywhere.

They're in all the books in your store.

What?

Then, let me answer you now.

I'm not marrying you.

Sorry?

I don't believe in love.

"Love story" just released its sequel.

And the main character loves a different girl in the sequel.

Well...

If my heart beats...

for another year, we could maybe get married.

You've been turning me down for four years for that reason.

It's not going to work this time.

- Hey, Hyung Bin. - Stop talking.

I already know what you're going to say.

We're not meant to be married.

Then what are we?

Lovers.

Lovers who miss each other even as they look at each other.

Lovers who can feel each other no matter where they are.

A lover who will stay together even after death.

That's what we are.

Then I don't want to be your lover.

I will be your lover forever.

You can get married to someone else.

I don't want you to embrace this body.

I want to be embraced by your soul.

I don't.

I've never looked at any other woman with these eyes.

I want to touch your face...

and go to sleep with you in my arms.

I want to see you go to sleep,

wake up, in pain,

and cry.

I want to see all of that in my arms.

What if I die within your arms?

Would you be okay with that?

I'm happy,

just looking at you like this.

I'll be happy...

to be your husband when you die,

and when you die...

I'll keep on living, missing this very moment.

Please stop.

I hate tragedies like this.

I hate how stuffy these are.

I can open a store with all the gloves you bought me.

It's because I can't walk you home. I've been called for an emergency.

Why? Is it the yellow umbrella?

He's so good at running from officer Cha Hyung Bin.

I'll kill him if I catch him.

You know you should never run, right?

Take the big roads, the ones with street lights.

I know all about your shortcuts.

Don't take them.

- When you get home, lock... - My gosh, your nagging never stops.

I'll have to run away.

That scream...

It was a woman, right?

You heard the dead woman's scream, didn't you?

Did you see the face of the man who returned the yellow umbrella?

Geez.

My aunt has an IQ of a seven-year-old.

Little one, come here.

Do you want to play a game with this man?

Do you see that sharp-looking man like a razor blade?