02x01 - The Rains

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EVERY MALE CITIZEN
OF THE REPUBLIC OF KOREA

SHALL FAITHFULLY PERFORM
MANDATORY MILITARY SERVICE

ARTICLE 3 OF THE MILITARY SERVICE ACT

I said get back! [echoing]

[somber music playing]

SPECIAL DUTY TEAM

[tense music playing]

[breathing nervously]

[Jang-soo whimpering]

[Suk-bong panting]

Jun-h*.

The kids won't know me after this.

[Suk-bong exhales]

[Suk-bong breathing heavily]

[chuckles softly]

You take responsibility.

[exhales sharply]

[theme music playing]

♪ Seems I've been dreaming for too long ♪

♪ I can't find the reasons to move on ♪

♪ Wake up to reality ♪

♪ Realize we're getting old ♪

♪ All our bones ♪

♪ Are breaking down ♪

[rain pattering]

7. THE RAINS

Hello, sir.

- So, what's going on?
- I'm sorry, sir.

[officer] We've been investigating this
for months,

and you can't even get one signature?

ROK ARMED FORCES HEADQUARTERS

Ah, you f*cking morons
can't do a single thing right.

- Ah, damn it.
- Sir.

I said to get this done today.

Sorry, sir.

Are you going to ruin my day off?

Sorry, sir. We tried to have it done but...

I told my grandson
I'd build LEGOs with him today.

Put it together.

Yes, sir, I will.

[sighs]

- Sir!
- Sir!

[somber music playing]

[sighs]

HIGH PROSECUTOR'S OFFICE
MILITARY INVESTIGATOR'S ROOM

OH MIN-U

What's with all the rain?

Okay. Shall we begin
another thrilling morning?

[beeps]

[sighs]

[Min-u] Just give us your signature
and you can go home.

- D.P. Team Chief for the 103rd Division...
- [Beom-gu sighs]

Sergeant First Class...

Park Beom-gu, ready?

In October 2014,
Private Shin Woo-suk of the 103rd Division

committed suicide by burning
charcoal briquettes inside his motel room.

On the 11th of the following month,

Private First Class
Choi Jun-mok, Infantry,

was apprehended on Subway Line 2.

Private First Class Jeong Hyeon-min,
CDC's deserter, was apprehended in Busan.

[no audible dialogue]

But you failed to apprehend
Sergeant Heo Chi-do of the Recon Unit.

Up to that point, your record wasn't bad.

But the end was the absolute worst.

My God.

In the Cho Suk-bong case,
based on the testimonies

of other soldiers and commanding officers,

it would appear Cho Suk-bong
was suffering from mental illness.

As a result of this illness,
he deserted on impulse,

thus lowering morale
and risking the lives of many soldiers

through criminal acts
and suicidal behavior...

[Beom-gu] Suk-bong suffered
from a mental illness?

I don't agree with the assessment.

I started out in the military
as a soldier in the 103rd Division.

And every day, I was beaten
from morning to night.

I was tortured
with the officer's toothpaste cap.

During lunch, they'd hit me
with a tray until it bent in half.

Why do you think
I became non-commissioned?

[sighs deeply]

I thought I would get beaten less.

But superior staff
still kicked in my shins,

and they'd slap me in the living quarters,

and the sick part is that

the abuse will always get worse,
never better...

Sergeant Park Beom-gu, hey.

That's right. I thought I might develop
a mental illness, too,

unless I already have one of those.

If so, is all of that my responsibility?

Hey, Park Beom-gu.

[clattering]

Hey.

What?

You wanted a statement.

Hello!

Gosh! What a way to start the day. Huh?

[rain pattering in distance]

Is this a bad time?

[Ji-seop] Hey, Mr. Warrant Officer,
we'll go and have a cup of coffee.

[rain pattering]

Ah, this weather is crazy.

It'd be rough in a couple of days
when they say we have to fix the trenches...

- [thunder rumbles]
- Jesus!

Ah, that f*cking as*h*le. [clicks tongue]

He didn't even offer you
an instant coffee?

He's a warrant officer for Christ's sake.

[Ji-seop sighs]

I thought you were disciplined
and had to resign.

But I guess you found a way
to survive still.

Well, I didn't bust my a*s
in the military academy just to get fired.

I heard that those connections
you make last forever.

Must be.

What are you even going on about?
I'm still unassigned here.

Sitting around in an office
that's like a military prison.

[rain pattering]

[Beom-gu sighs]

Sergeant Park.

I really don't want to be saying this.

[Beom-gu] Then don't say it. Right?

[Ji-seop] Jeez, come on.

God...

The Suk-bong case...

needs to be concealed.

Okay?

I mean, if you don't agree
to the written statement

and this goes to trial,
it's over for our division,

and you and me.

For Han h*-yeol and An Jun-h*, too.

It's the right thing. Okay?

Talking to myself again.

Jeez, I wonder if the boys
are doing all right.

[Ji-seop clicks tongue]

[somber music playing]

- [thunder rumbles]
- [gasps]

[phone buzzing]

[buzzing continues]

Salute. Private An speaking.

[Jun-h*] Yes, I'll be right there.

[panting]

[students chattering]

[panting]

[woman] Huh? Jeez, I can't believe this.

We need to be on the same page.

Oh, he's here.

That was a long wait.

My apologies.

Here you are.

Goodness. It's wet. This is all wet.

It's not like you made
the workbook yourself.

[woman] Jeez.

[boy] Mom, let's hurry up,
it's time for my academy.

It's that late?

Good work.

Hurry up, already.

[cars honking]

[indistinct chatter in distance]

413 DAYS UNTIL DISCHARGE

["Ice Cream Cake" by Red Velvet playing]

♪ Ice cream cake ♪

[music playing on TV]

- [guffaws]
- You're crazy.

[Il-seok] You f*cking son of a b*tch.
You think your duties are a joke?

[Jun-h*] I'm sorry, sir?

Dipshit, you heard clearly.

There's no hot water.

You might have your business outside,
but aren't you in charge of the boiler?

But, sir, that's just impossible,
I checked it before I...

Hey, you f*cking sh*t, you back talking?

You f*cking son of a moron.
Do you have a death wish? Look.

Hey, are you saying, like, I broke it
on purpose to f*ck with you? Is that it?

Huh?

Hey.

Are you bullshitting to avoid it?

No, I'm not. I'll get it fixed, sir.

sh*t.

[Il-seok scoffs]

[Il-seok]
That buddy-f*cking trash m*therf*cker.

[soldier 1] Isn't Heo Gi-yeong
such a f*cking moron?

[soldier 2] That as*h*le Gi-yeong
needs a good beating.

Hey, take care of him, okay?

- [soldier 3] Yes, sir.
- [soldier 2] Was that prick? Damn.

[sighs]

Sorry, I just need a minute
to check the boiler.

- [bag thudding]
- [soldier 2 scoffs]

[soldier 2] Do I know you?
Who are you to salute to us?

- What?
- Hey.

- Yeah?
- What are you doing?

Who are you talking to right now?
[chuckles]

[laughing]

[tools clanging]

Why is this stuff on the floor?

Hey, you see a ghost or something?

[seniors laughing]

- Hey.
- Yes, sir.

Now... look over there
and say "m*therf*cker," okay?

- [soldier 3] Uh...
- [soldier 2] Just say it, b*stard.

What? What is it, huh?
Cat got your tongue?

m*therf*cker.

[seniors laughing]

Good job, good job.

- [soldier 2] Let's go?
- [soldier 3] Yes, sir.

[soldier 2] Damn, that was f*cking funny.

- That trash needs to learn his lesson.
- [soldier 1 chuckling]

[door slams]

[Jun-h* exhales deeply]

NINTH MP COMMANDER
LTC CHUN YONG-DUK

TENTH MP COMMANDER
LTC YANG DU-GWAN

["La Donna è Mobile" playing]

Just why won't that smell go away?

[inhales]

Jun-h*.

Good work running that errand.

Sir, it was no problem.

[Du-gwan] Ah, well... My wife is just
so serious over our son's education.

It's really a pain.

Right then.

Also, what is his name?
The original D.P. team leader?

- Han h*-yeol was the team leader.
- [Du-gwan] Right.

How does he spend more time
in the hospital than over here?

Has it been three months now?

Is he faking it or something?

Well, anyway.

Eventually, we need to fill that position.

Hmm?

Speaking of which,

Jun-h*, since you're such
an experienced ace,

you should take over as leader.

And Se-ung...

Private Park Se-ung!

...can join you, and you'll work
as a team from now on.

Does that sound good? Hmm?

- I'm not even a corporal, though...
- Private Park Se-ung!

Sounds good, yes?

So then, what do you think?

["La Donna è Mobile" playing]

Private Park Se-ung!

- Great.
- Private Park Se-ung!

[Du-gwan] So reliable.

[Se-ung] Private Park Se-ung!

Yes, all right.

[Du-gwan] Good luck!

MILITARY POLICE COMMANDER'S OFFICE

[somber music playing]

[h*-yeol] Jun-h*!

[somber music continues]

[h*-yeol] You've grown up a lot
to have a junior under you.

[chuckles] Even so...

you can't forget me, okay?

[h*-yeol chuckles softly]

Do you understand?

[pensive music playing]

[Jun-h* exhales deeply]

[sniffs]

[military drill chants in distance]

[Il-seok] What is this?
You're weaseling your way out again?

- What about the boiler?
- Sir, it's working fine.

I'll check again when I get back.

MILITARY POLICE

And him? The new guy became a D.P., yeah?

Yes, sir, he did.

Hey, new guy. You know
what D. P. means, new guy?

Private Park Se-ung.

- The meaning of D.P. is...
- [Il-seok] Yes?

...Deserter Pursuit.

The team responsible
for arresting escaped soldiers.

[Il-seok] You're wrong, idiot.
D.P. stands for...

[munching]

Dipshit Prick.

Careful.

This guy will give you a serious beating.

[clattering]

Salute.

[Se-ung] Salute!

[light upbeat music playing]

Excuse me, sir?

Is 1993 the year you were born?

Yes, that's right.

[sighs]

I was also born then.

[light upbeat music stops]

[Se-ung inhales]

I, um...

Somebody said to me, uh...

we could speak informally
when we're out, so...

I'm sorry, sir! Never mind!

Okay. Speak informally.

[sniffs]

[Se-ung] Wait for me, Jun-h*.

Which month, though?

Since it's your first time in,
I'll just explain the basics.

Wow, okay.

It's not hard, but if you
have questions, just ask.

- Here you go.
- Thanks.

[Jun-h*] Just learn slowly,
one thing at a time.

- Hello, sir.
- [soldier] Hey, welcome back.

Wow, it's been a long time without this.

[Se-ung] Oh, I missed this smell.

So as the name suggests,
D.P. pursues deserters.

That's what the team is about.

- Hmm.
- Uh...

- [keyboard clacking]
- [Jun-h*] Okay.

Deserters will normally use their log-ins
to play a game,

or so they can email their girlfriends.

But hey, Jun-h*...

I don't really need
to know all this, okay?

What?

I felt cooped up,
and so I asked to be sent out here.

The Captain already handled things
through my father.

I heard how you D.P. soldiers
leave every morning after roll call.

You live a sweet life
since you get to leave.

Now you get to come out like this as well,
every day until you're released.

Isn't that amazing? [chuckling]

[silly music playing]

How do you drink your coffee? Hot? Iced?

[silly music fading]

How much ice?

You do drink it iced, right?

You seem like an iced coffee
kind of guy. You just look like one.

And what about the deserters?

[huffs] Let them be.

When it's time to go home [sucks teeth],
it doesn't really matter if I catch them.

My time won't be extended
or get shorter either.

And to be honest,
let's say I go out there,

arrest somebody who might want to get
some type of revenge, you know.

What happens after that?

Who's responsible then?

[inhales]

You agree? [exhales]

Yeah, sounds about right.

[Se-ung] Obviously, jeez.

- Die, die! Good luck in the next life.
- [video game noise]

[keyboard clacking]

Damn it.

[cicadas chirping]

[sighs]

[Se-ung] Yeah, I'm doing fine.
They're all f*cking suckers.

[Se-ung laughing]

Yeah. Really, you know, in here, just...

All I have to do is act and play the fool

to have everybody just eating
out of my hand.

[laughter continues]

Yeah, that's right. [chuckles]

Yeah, I mean I have an immediate senior

but I buttered him up a little,
and he fell for it.

- That weak b*stard, honestly.
- [Jun-h* sighs]

I'm really gonna take him down a notch.

I will, but damn,
I'm just feeling things out right now.

- [bangs table]
- That son of a b*tch! Yeah! [chuckles]

[clanking]

[somber music playing]

[Jun-h* grunts]

- [metal squeaking, hissing]
- [Jun-h* grunts]

[groans]

- [grunting]
- [metal squeaking]

Damn it.

[metal clanks]

- [tool clangs]
- [sighs]

[Seon-h*] Hey, Horseshit Heo.

It must be great for you, Mr. Horseshit,
to have people looking out for you.

[soldiers laughing]

[Il-seok] What late-night snack
is it today? Oven-roasted hotteok?

[Gi-yeong] An orange-flavored drink, sir.

[Il-seok] You f*ck. I said to bring me
the apple ones. I like apples.

- [Gi-yeong grunts, groans]
- [Seon-h*] He like apples.

[soldiers laughing]

[Il-seok] Hey, you f*cking b*tch.

Just because you hang around
those D.P. b*tches,

you think you're somebody now?

Suk-bong...

died because of you shits, okay?

You b*stards made all that fuss
about catching him

and our specialty team was dispersed.

And the atmosphere got really f*cked up.

Right?

Why do you pretend
to be a victim like that?

Well, you little b*stard?

Back when Hwang Jang-soo was all over him,

you were right there bullying him, too.

- You little...
- [Gi-yeong grunts]

[Seon-h*] This b*stard
has some f*cking nerve.

You better watch your mouth.

Hey.

Watch yourself.

- Stomp on him.
- Stomp on him.

- You son of a b*tch!
- Go join in.

You f*cking b*tch!

- Got some f*cking nerve, moron.
- Son of a b*tch!

- Hey, get up.
- You little sh*t!

- Moron!
- What a b*tch.

- [stomping continues]
- [Gi-yeong grunting]

Son of a b*tch.

- [Gi-yeong groans]
- [Il-seok] How do you f*cking like that?

[stomping continues]

[Il-seok] Stupid b*tch.

[dark music playing]

[light chuckling]

Jun-h*-kun.

Nothing has changed at all.

Not one bit.

I asked you...

to take responsibility.

[Suk-bong chuckles softly]

[water plopping]

[ominous music playing]

[Il-seok] You beat the sh*t
out of that Horseshit Heo.

Good job.

[Seon-h*] Well, the rod
always works better.

And what's with this b*stard?

Hey. Aren't you on duty?

I guess he finally lost his g*dd*mn mind.

[Seon-h*] Hey, what are you doing?

I asked what you're doing,
you f*cking b*tch.

Why did you do that?

[Il-seok] What?

Why did you beat up Corporal Heo Gi-yeong?

[chuckles] Ah, you saw that?

Then can you tell me
why you just got hit by me?

Jesus, there's just no hope
for this worthless piece of trash.

Hey.

You must think you're some kind of
special and distinguished b*stard, right?

But you're a measly soldier
doing grunt work same as everyone,

so what makes you act like that?

[tense music playing]

And how have I been acting?

Do you have to be such a little b*tch?

[Seon-h* grunts]

f*cking little b*tch! [grunts]

[breathing nervously]

[Jun-h*] So if I tell you
not to hit somebody,

If I say it's wrong, morally...

Does that...

make me worthless?

You belong in prison.

[Se-ung] Private An Jun-h*?

[breathing nervously]

Cuff me.

That's your duty.

What?

Cuff me, I said.

[breathing nervously]

[whistle ringing]

[on-duty officer] Hey, An Jun-h*!
What's going on?

[footsteps approaching]

[on-duty officer]
What's going on here, you b*stards?

[Beom-gu sighs]

[Ji-seop] Well, you made
the right decision.

I feel bad for Suk-bong,
but we have to put it on him.

[sighs deeply]

[Ji-seop exhales deeply]

CHO SUK-BONG WAS IN AN UNSTABLE STATE
AND TOOK HWANG JANG-SOO HOSTAGE

HE SUFFERED FROM A MENTAL ILLNESS

PETITIONER PARK BEOM-GU

[clicks tongue]

[pen clatters]

Can I please have a cigarette?

[sighs]

[lighter clicks]

This really is
the right thing to do, isn't it?

For the boys?

[Ji-seop breathes deeply]

[Ji-seop sighs]

[Ji-seop] Yes, of course.

[inhales]

[Beom-gu exhales]

[Beom-gu sighs]

[Beom-gu exhales deeply]

- [alarm wailing]
- [Ji-seop] Hmm?

[soldier 1] This is a real situation!

- [soldier 2] Alpha Company, Alpha Company!
- Second Platoon!

Hey, what's happening here?

- Sir.
- Sir.

There's just been a mass sh**ting
at the 18th Armored Brigade.

The sh**ter still seems to be
in the garrison area.

What?

[investigator] The personal details
of the perpetrator, sir.

[alarm wailing]

[investigator] What are you doing?

What? Who is it?

What? No f*cking way.

[soldier 3] Alpha Company, run, run, run!

[soldiers' faint laughter]

[soldiers chatter indistinctly]

[indistinct taunting echoing]

[soldiers laughter echoing]

[soldier 1] Open your eyes, fat-a*s!
Open them!

[soldier 2] Is your mother a fat-a*s too?

- [soldier 3] Fat-a*s...
- [soldier 4] That f*ck.

[mocking laughter echoing]

[unit sergeant] Hey, Hyeong-beom.

[TV reporter 1] Based on our report,
Private Cho has had...

Hey, fat-a*s.

...not have known the difference
between reality...

You should have changed before roll call,
you worthless piece of sh*t.

Hey, Hyeong-beom,
you better train your junior.

He needs to be better than you are.

[TV reporter 2] The suspect, Private Cho,
was a Military Police soldier...

You fat-a*s f*ck.

[TV reporter 2] Sources say Cho
had trouble adjusting to army life

and had been receiving special treatment.

[Hyeong-beom]
Did you sh**t yourself in the head, too?

[TV reporter 2] ...difficulties,
it has now come to light,

was a history of mental illness
and depression.

[Hyeong-beom]
Why can't you get anything right?

[spritzing]

[raucous coughing]

[ominous music playing]

[c*ck]

[TV reporter 3]
...has left the public in shock...

You kept your ammunition?

...hit by a car and badly injured.
Military authorities...

What are you... doing?

[breathing heavily]

- [rapid g*nf*re]
- [soldiers screaming]

[screaming continues]

[g*nf*re fading]

[heavy footsteps thudding]

[Jun-h* panting]

[pensive music playing]

- [Jun-h* panting]
- [dogs barking in distance]

[breathing heavily]

[pensive music playing]

STOP HARASSING YOUR COMRADES

[Se-ung] Salute!

[r*fle clanking]

- [bag clattering]
- [Jun-h* sighs]

[Jun-h* grunts]

[breathing heavily]

Se-ung, about yesterday, I...

Private Park Se-ung! [panting]

Sir, about before,
I'm really sorry about what happened.

Please forgive me!

[sighs]

Se-ung, it's not that...

It's just I don't really know anything,

and that's why I acted
that way last night.

I'm so sorry about it.

- Se-ung...
- [door opens]

Salute!

Hey, D.P.s, you should get ready
to head out now.

Jeez. An armed deserter is loose.

Re...

Really? Really, an armed deserter? [gasps]

[Se-ung] Does that mean
he has a g*n? [gasps]

There was a sh**ting in the barracks.

[Se-ung] Wait...

Do D.P. soldiers also handle all that?
[inhales]

What happened?

Who was...

[Jun-h*] How is something
like this even possible?

Se-ung, sorry, can you
please give us some privacy?

Ah, yes, of course I will.

Salute.

[Se-ung] Oh... Uh...

Well, you...

I mean...

Maybe you don't know
running around on the outside.

But anyone...

could do that, you know.

Even me.

[tense music playing]

You sticking up for me yesterday,

I'm not the slightest bit grateful.

Not everyone is you.

I'm sorry, I...

didn't think enough about it.

[Gi-yeong inhales]

I'm really sorry.

- I...
- Don't be.

That's not why I'm here.

[door opening]

[sighs]

[phone buzzing]

[buzzing continues]

[panting]

INVESTIGATION DIVISION

[breathing heavily]

Sir.

[exhales]

Spooked by a ghost, huh?
Did you think I died?

[sighs]

Have you been released?

You punk, it's not like
I was serving time, right?

[inhales]

What color of socks do I have?

Well, they are white.

[Beom-gu sighs]

You heard, right?

You need to hurry up and get ready.

Yes, sir. I'll call my teammate right now.

Park Se-ung?

He's not going.

He's leaving D.P. because he's too scared.

But D.P. works in pairs.
Who will come with me?

Who do you think?

[somber music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

- Hey, give me one of those.
- Wake up.

Sit up straight,
or your neck will get worse.

[patient 1] It's better to wake up
and do something.

It reeks of cigarettes in here.

[nurse sighs]

[patient 2] That's so stupid.

We're getting familiar, huh?

Now, I looked at your CT scans
and there are no problems.

You even got an MRI
and there's nothing wrong.

Then what could it be?

I'M NOT SURE

Still not able to speak?

NO

[nurse sighs]

[nurse] So, these are just
my own thoughts.

But is it more like
an illness of the mind?

Are you familiar with PTSD?

And when did you even write this?

Hmm. Well, anyway...

[inhales] Be honest and tell me,

can you really not talk at all
or are you just refusing to?

[anchor on TV] ...that he returned
to his barracks after his shift

and opened fire on the other soldiers.

The military and police are carrying out
a large-scale search

in order to discover
the soldier's whereabouts.

Let's hear now from Park So-hui.

[TV reporter] Soldiers wearing combat gear
stormed the streets of the city

while conducting a search mission.

Local police are assisting the military
as they pursue a soldier named Kim Ru-ri,

a deserter from the 18th Armored Brigade.

Reportedly, Private Kim deserted his base

armed with a K2 r*fle and hand grenades...

You know Private Cho Suk-bong, don't you?

I heard you came in together.

[inhales sharply]

[TV reporter] According to the police,

- Private Kim made an...
- [Ru-ri] Oh, Zoro?

Yes.

[TV reporter] And the police
found the evidence.

[tense music building]

However, as news of the incident spread,
word has come that the military...

[ominous music playing]

♪ Anxiety's cut your blood ♪

♪ Chasing all your ghosts ♪

♪ Everything in your eyes ♪

♪ You cannot hide it ♪

♪ It's undeniable ♪

♪ You'll face it, see the truth ♪

♪ Ain't got no shame here ♪

♪ Just for the fame ♪

♪ Who you gonna aim next? ♪

♪ Ain't got no mercy ♪

♪ Just to survive ♪

♪ Who would want to die? ♪

♪ Isn't it tragic? ♪

♪ No rules for the faults ♪

♪ This game goes in fire ♪

♪ Ooh, before dawn ♪

♪ So shine in your blue ♪

♪ So shine in your blue ♪

♪ Now I know what you do ♪

♪ Chasing all your rainbows ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ These haunting memories ♪

♪ You cannot fix them ♪

♪ It's undeniable ♪

♪ You'll face it, see the truth ♪

♪ Ain't got no shame here ♪

♪ Just for the fame ♪

♪ Who you gonna aim next? ♪

♪ Ain't got no mercy ♪

♪ Just to survive ♪

♪ Who would want to die? ♪

♪ Isn't it tragic? ♪

♪ No rules for the faults ♪

♪ This game goes in fire ♪

♪ Ooh, before dawn ♪

♪ So shine in your blue ♪

♪ Escape from this fate ♪

♪ Uncover the veil ♪

♪ Playing with your pain ♪

♪ Or rolling in the dirt ♪

♪ Never be right here ♪

♪ Blow them away ♪

♪ Look, how did you make me ♪

♪ Even while we sleep ♪

♪ Scars won't fade away until the end ♪

♪ Ain't got no shame ♪

♪ Just for the fame ♪

♪ Who you gonna aim next? ♪

♪ Ain't got no mercy ♪

♪ Just to survive ♪

♪ Who would want to die? ♪

♪ Isn't it tragic? ♪