Once Upon a Time in Seoul (소년은 울지 않는다)

Seoul, 1953

Hello, Mister.

Everyone off.

- You're here. - Yeah.

- How many? - 6.

Move it.

Make a line.

- What's your name? - HAN Chul-Ho.

Get over there!

Name.

What?

Bring it next time.

It's okay.

No one saw, right?

Yep.

Move it carefully.

Boss! Boss!

- Who's there! - It's Tae-Ho.

- What? - I think Jong-Du took off.

I thought he came over here.

What?

Who's here?

Jong-Du.

You're sure he's here? I didn't hear a thing.

I'm sure. I followed him here.

Son of a bitch.

Maybe he's dead.

Dead, my ass.

I knew it.

Wait.

Let's do one more round.

This is enough.

This is a one in a million chance.

Hurry.

Shit, what the heck.

Just take only cigarettes and liquor.

They sell at high prices.

Fuck, it's heavy.

Let go of me!

Hey, come out here!

You fuck, let go of me.

Let me go.

Come on out.

- Here's your cards. - Got something good?

- Huh? - I win, I win.

Who the hell is it?

Laugh, you fucker.

Laugh. Go on!

What's that noise? Check it out.

Don't move!

Move if your want your head blown off.

Fucker.

That's enough.

I saw some unauthorized stuff on the market.

You sons of bitches.

You steal from right under my nose.

Sung-Jae!

Now that it's summer and all, let's round a few mutts.

Yes, boss.

Come here, you fuck.

I said come here, you fuck.

There are 50 boxes of liquor and over 100 boxes of cigarettes.

The reason they mess with our stuff is they're not getting it on time.

So I was thinking of finding some new deals.

Take care of that with Myung-Soo. Good job, yesterday.

I'll tell Sooyangro to expect you. Take the boys for a drink.

Good day, sir.

How are you sir?

It should be easy to find out who supplied them.

You beat them for half a day and still haven't find out?

That black guy they were talking about,

I can't find him anywhere.

Forget it. I'll take care of that.

What about the stuff?

Why does it take half a day to calculate how much it is?

Well...

How much is just the Luckies?

The Luckies?

Well, there's 50 boxes of Luckies. And I got 5 more boxes.

That's 55 boxes.

So how much is that, you dickhead?

Calculating that is no big deal but

I spent all morning looking for that black master sergeant.

Get it done by tonight.

Yes.

Okay.

That's reward for yesterday.

I'd like something else, sir.

Something else?

Let us work the market, sir.

Look, boy, you need brains to work the market.

1,760,000 huan.

What's 1,760,000?

One pack of Luckies is 40 huan. One carton of 20 pack is 800 huan.

One box is 40 cartons,

8X4 =32, 32,000 huan.

50 boxes X 32, 1,600,000 huan.

Plus 5 boxes equals 1,760,000 huan.

You can do that in your head?

Boss, he's really good.

Forget it.

Take that and get out of here.

- I can do well, sir. - You little prick...

Why not?

Give them Kyung-Soo's store.

They're only boys, boss.

What if someone robs them?

The market's unstable now.

You know that, boss.

So what if stolen goods get stolen.

- Good day, boss. - Let 'em try.

Good day, sir.

Fuck, why do we have to work for them?

We got U.S. Goods, too.

So how are we gonna get rid of them?

If we move too early, we become targets.

Keep your enemies close. I got an idea.

So you decided for both of us!

Just take your share if you want to leave.

That's for running out on me.

If I had stayed there, we'd have both died.

All that for nothing.

Fuck. That's all our stuff.

Forget about it.

We'll get another chance.

- Don't eat this. - Okay.

If you're told to stop, then pack up and come back in.

There's lots of days you can't work.

Then find other work or something.

Here, Johnnie Walker!

Johnnie Walker!

You get into trouble, mention our boss.

Mister Do-Chul?

Whatcha talking about?

I mean Boss Myung-Soo of course.

There's a fight.

Fuck off.

He grabbed his throat and just threw him.

Never seen nobody so strong.

He was like someone else.

They're all still thugs.

No, they said he was even better during the war.

I don't think he's just a thug.

I'm warning you now, stay away from any fight.

They attacked first.

You're working here but you take off at a time like that?

Shut up.

We got nothing to do with them.

Whoever messes with me is dead meat.

Make sure you don't mix it up with our stuff.

This is really good.

Yeah, it's sweet.

- Give me that. - No.

I heard about this place. Is this real?

Of course. We got them straight from the Yankees.

Then I'll take one for 1,000 huan.

No way. That was the price yesterday.

From today, it's 1,300 huan.

We can't do that.

It went up again? This is getting crazy.

Then I'll take it for 1,200 huan. But give me 3 bottles.

- I shouldn't. - Then forget it.

All right then.

Here you go.

Thank you. Do come again.

Give me chocolate.

This month's pay. Go on.

- All done? - One more to go.

Have a heart, bro.

- Please! - Next time.

No way. That doesn't make sense.

I'm telling you. Look at the office.

There's stacks of stuff that aren't being sold.

Why do you think?

Maybe other areas don't sell well.

That's not it.

Mister Do-Chul isn't interested in business.

We close shop a lot too.

I was wondering why and now I get it.

When stuff sells, you buy more stuff.

When it doesn't sell, you hold onto it.

It's because prices keep going up.

It might be better to keep our stuff.

What? Then you really won't sell it?

No, we could get caught anytime.

We should get rid of what we can.

Just as long as we don't keep it in cash.

Then what do you suggest?

I don't know about after that.

Pick it up.

Grab it.

Let go, you fuck.

Fucker.

Thief! Thief! Help us!

Help! Please!

Come on!

Let go, you fuck.

Come on, quick!

What's this?

What the hell were you thinking?