Gagman Page #4

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I shall deluge myself

with drinks tonight.

Go ahead.

I'm not going to stop you.

Where do I get to sleep?

Oh, sleep...

Here's a pillow...

I get cranky when some wakes me

up too early,

so don't wake me up

even if you do.

Thank you for braving

the blazing heat of summer,

forsaking your family on

what was to be family night,

to enjoy the hospitality of

the Mammoth Club tonight.

We will now get our world-famous

variety show on the way,

full of laughter and music,

with beautiful women dancing to it.

The first on our stage tonight,

a very special singer.

Please welcome Rambo!

Hands up. Stick 'em up!

I said hands up!

I'm... I'm warning you.

If you so much as move or scream,

I'll shoot you dead right here.

This is my direct order.

And soldiers do not like

to repeat orders.

Turn on the lights.

Get the lights!

Get the lights!

Do you... have any cigarettes?

I'm terribly sorry.

I never really learned to smoke.

What the heck is it that you do?

Your forever lover boy who gets

bigger with your, love, love, love.

Your lark on a sunny day,

I'm your funnyman Lee Jong-sae.

Anyway, what are you doing here?

The club is closed today,

and I was rehearsing by myself.

Where's the bathroom, mister?

Police and army troops are

currently on the trail

of a deserter from an unknown

unit on the run near

a road junction

in the Cheonho-dong area.

The name and unit of that soldier

will be identified in our regular

broadcast as soon as more

information becomes available.

That's the end of

a breaking report.

Ungrateful runts like that should be

taken downtown for a public shooting.

I mean, we pay the taxed that pays

for their food, uniforms,

and training.

Who could ask for anything more,

free of charge?

Young runts nowadays

are basically bastards

who never speak up

properly to their elders,

and even wenches don't think

twice about smoking.

They start kissing the moment

they get inside my car.

I mean, what is

the world coming to?

Don't you think so, too?

Please, please don't shoot me.

Please, I didn't see anything.

I have a wife and four kids.

I swear I'll never tell on you.

Just don't kill me, please.

That's everything

I made for today.

Please, just let me live.

Don't move,

or I'll shoot!

We meet again,

Shanghai Park.

I have spent the last twenty years

in a cold prison cell,

chewing on cold, rotten

barley through hot and cold,

waiting for this day, honing

my blade of revenge for you.

I can understand why you

took away the woman I love.

Perhaps I can even forgive you

for selling my sister

into a brothel, maybe.

But the treacherous betrayal against

our friendship, I could not forgive.

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