Oldboy

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What?

I said...

I want to tell you my story.

What the hell?

Why are you talking like that?

Who the f*** are you?

My...

name is...

Oh...

Dae-su.

Stop flirting with his girlfriend.

Hold on.

-Mr. Oh Dae-su!

-Was I flirting with her? Was l?

Okay! Okay!

Sit down, Oh Dae-su. You're way too drunk.

I need to piss first.

I wasn't even flirting!

Motherf***er!

A**hole!

Sit down!

I'm so sorry.

F***, I really need to piss.

-lsn't she cute?

-Very. Now sit down.

It's my daughter's birthday today.

I got her a birthday present.

A little cloud floating in the sky

A pleasure boat sailing on the river

My name, Oh Dae-su, means...

"getting through one day at a time."

That's what "Oh Dae-su" means.

But, God...

why can't I get through today?

Let me go!

-Shut the f*** up!

-Let me go!

Let go! Get away from me!

He should be locked up.

Grab him!

I'll make sure he doesn't get drunk

and cause trouble again.

Have a nice day, Officer.

He's usually a nice guy.

Let's go.

I'll come back and see you soon.

Don't bother. Never come back.

That's up to me, a**holes.

Hey!

Yeun-hee, it's Daddy.

Yeun-hee, it's Daddy.

Daddy's got a present for my little Yeun-hee.

I'll be home soon with your present,

just wait a bit longer....

Let me talk to her.

-Good girl.

-Give me the phone.

Yeun-hee, Joo-hwan wants a word with you.

You remember Joo-hwan, don't you?

Hold on.

Hello, Yeun-hee.

It's me, Joo-hwan.

So it's your birthday today?

Happy birthday!

I'll buy you a nice treat tomorrow.

Hello? Oh, hello, Ja-hyun.

I'm sorry. I know it's very late.

Dae-su is on his way home.

I'm sorry. Yes?

Hold on. Dae-su, it's your wife.

Dae-su!

Dae-su!

Your wife says you should hurry home!

Dae-su, let's get going!

Stop messing around!

OLDBOY:

Sir, sir.

Wait, come here. Come and talk to me.

I won't ask you to let me go again.

Just tell me why I'm here, please.

I have a right to know why.

God, I've already been locked in here

for two months.

Sir, wait, come here.

Sir, wait. What is this place?

Please, sir, just tell me how long

I have to stay here.

Sir!

F*** you!

Come here, you a**hole!

Son of a b*tch.

I saw your face, a**hole!

You're dead when I get out!

I'm sorry! I won't swear at you again.

Just tell me how much longer.

One month? Two? Three?

Don't go!

I'm sorry.

Just tell me how long, you son of a b*tch!

I said tell me how long, you a**hole!

Son of a b*tch!

You f***ing a**holes!

If they had told me then

that it would be 15 years...

would it have been easier to endure?

Or harder?

LAUGH,

AND THE WORLD LAUGHS WlTH YOU.

WEEP, AND YOU WEEP ALONE.

When the music begins, gas is released.

When the gas is released, I fall asleep.

Later on, I found out...

that it was the same Valium gas

that Russian soldiers used...

on Chechen terrorists.

When I wake up, my hair is cut.

I don't really like the style.

However, they change my clothes...

and clean the room.

Generous bastards.

One!

Two!

Three!

It's too spicy.

I don't want spinach. You eat it.

I won't eat spinach.

Mrs. Kim Ja-hyun's body was found

with stab wounds to the neck.

This was a cold-blooded murder.

As nothing of value was taken...

police suspect the motive was personal.

The victim's husband, Oh Dae-su...

disappeared a year ago and is still at large.

Witnesses say

Oh Dae-su was a heavy drinker...

who fought constantly with his wife.

Neighbors also frequently argued

with Oh Dae-su.

Blood samples found at the scene

match those of Oh Dae-su.

Oh Dae-su's fingerprints have been

matched to those found on a glass.

Sources claim that Oh Dae-su

definitely visited his wife recently.

The only missing item...

was a family album,

which supports the police theories.

After three years...

many wrinkles form on a man's face.

If you stand

outside a phone booth on a rainy day...

and meet a man whose face

is hidden by a violet umbrella...

my advice is...

that you make friends with television.

The television is both clock and calendar.

It is your school, home...

church...

friend...

and lover.

But....

But...

my lover's song...

is too short.

Today at 7:
50 am,

the middle of Seoul's Songsu Bridge...

fifty meters long, suddenly collapsed....

I wrote a list...

of all the people I had offended,

quarreled with, and hurt.

This was both my prison journal...

and the autobiography of my evil deeds.

I thought I had lived a normal life...

but there was too much wrongdoing.

All I could think at that moment...

was that the man in the next room...

probably only had one chopstick.

But....

But....

Who had imprisoned me?

Was it Yoo Heung-sam?

Lee So-young or Kang Chang-suk?

Whoever it was, wait.

Just you wait.

I'll rip your body limb from limb...

and your remains will never be found.

Because I will swallow every last bit.

One line for each year.

When I start doing this,

I am already six lines behind.

So next year will be easier.

The more tattoos I have,

the shorter the chopstick becomes.

The shorter the chopstick becomes...

the bigger the hole in the wall becomes.

Anyway...

time passes well.

Nine years.

Ten years.

Eleven years.

EX-PRESlDENT CHUN DOO-HWAN

ARRESTED:

HONG KONG HANDOVER CEREMONY

PRlNCESS DlANA'S FUNERAL

OFFlClAL APPROVAL OF lMF FUND

Twelve years.

PRESlDENTlAL lNAUGURATlON

PRESlDENT KlM DAE-JUNG

VlSlTS NORTH KOREA

WORLD CUP lN KOREA

Thirteen years.

ROH MOO-HYUN ELECTED PRESlDEN

Fourteen years.

I'll be out in a month.

I'll be out in just one month.

I'll be out. I'll be out in one month's time.

I'll be out of here.

I'll be out in a month. In exactly one month.

I'll need money when I get out,

so what should I do?

Should I steal or rob?

What shall I eat first?

Kimchee soup? Barbecued eel?

Anything but fried dumplings.

But where am I?

With all the car horns, it must be the city.

The most important thing

is what floor I'm on.

What if I break through the wall

and I'm on the 52nd floor?

Even if I plunge to my death,

I'll still be getting out.

I'm getting out.

In one month, I'm getting out.

Picture yourself...

Iying in a field.

When you hear the bell...

you will turn your head...

and look down.

You will see...

an endless field of green grass.

The sun is shining brightly.

There's a cool breeze.

It's a human being.

Don't stop me!

Mister!

Even though...

I'm no better than a beast...

don't I have the right to live?

Even though...

I'm no better...

than a beast...

don't I have the right...

to live?

Yes?

Yes.

The alley with the phone booth

was just here.

Now there's an apartment building.

So he releases me onto the roof.

What a fool.

I want to tell you my story.

Die later.

What?

What the hell?

I see.

Now I'll tell you my story.

The reason...

I want to die is....

Hey, mister!

That's a female human being.

Laugh...

and the world laughs with you.

Weep...

and you weep alone.

My home is gone.

I cannot call my friends or relatives...

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