Gangnam 1970 Page #3

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I could've been attacked, too.

If you come up to Seoul,

come see me.

Let's go.

This way, sir.

What about our boys?

Where did the others go?

They all packed up

their things and left.

Now that Boss Nam Soon Chul is dead,

and the rumors about your retirement

they all skipped town.

It's better this way then.

You all should leave, too.

Pardon?

Go and find a better way of life

for yourselves.

You won't be able to earn a living

if you remain here.

[Three years later]

President Yoon...

Don't! Let me live!

I'll sell! I'll sell!

No, don't! Please don't!

Spare me! Let me live!

I'll sell it! I'll sell!

For a young fellow,

you sure know how to do a clean job.

Thank you.

He's a smart kid, so he'll make

a great candidate for the hotel.

Fine. Don't let the hooligans

come in and out.

I'll settle things with Jang,

so don't worry, sir.

Yong Gi.

Move it to the assemblyman's car.

Yes, sir.

What is it?

The leftover cash after

taking over Daewang Hotel.

You'll go far

because you're not greedy.

She was probably lonely.

I can understand the idea of her

falling for a gigolo a hundred times over

but that b*tch hands over

our property deed?

That b*tch!

Consider yourself lucky.

Some girls have sent their husbands

dried seaweed soaked in rat poison.

Look at this man talk.

Do you know what that land is?

My ancestors are buried there!

Family matters should be

dealt within the family.

It's because I'm ashamed

to face my ancestors!

Geez.

I earned this while working in

the Saudi desert.

Please get it back for me.

Hey, come out for a second.

I won't beat around the bush, huh?

Wrap up your business here

within the month.

What's the matter now?

If you've got eyes,

look around you.

This place's gathering dust

and we can't even cover

the electricity bills.

I didn't put you in charge

to run chores for chump change.

We're looking for good dancers to hire,

so the sales will go up soon.

Forget that.

I'm dropping the cabaret,

so look elsewhere.

If you kick us out, we can't

pay back the laundromat debt.

Pack up before I tell Gil Soo

about what you're doing here.

Oh honey! Baby!

- Feels good?

- So good!

Let's keep going.

Would you take a look at that gigolo.

- Ah!

- Oh!

Holy sh*t!

What the f***?

- Who... who are you?

- 'Who are you'?

It's your father, you a**hole!

You little sh*t.

You bastard, her husband's working

to earn dollars for our country.

And what do you think you're doing?

Die, die, you a**hole.

Come over here.

Come here you filthy little...

- It hurts!

- Hold still.

- What did you do with the deed?

- Huh? What?

You go that deed from her, a**hole.

Where is it?

I didn't get anything like that.

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