- What's going on? - That's the end?
A car accident! It's an accident!
Oh, no, an accident.
- I knew it. - I thought so.
Music, music.
Here, drink this.
What is it?
It's coffee!
Where on earth did you get it?
Oh, maybe I stole it!
Eyes wide open like a crazy rabbit...
Darling...
- Stop it! - Stay still.
Get lost, will you?
Come on.
- Wait! Wait! - Why? Why?
- Just do me this one favor. - What is it?
You see...
You mean you didn't write a single scene the whole night?
Mr. Noh, looks like we've got a situation.
- I'm sorry. - Don't say that.
Don't worry too much.
Now, no matter what happens let's get this drama to a finish.
It's the car accident.
I'd never even thought about it.
Who would've?
But what I really haven't thought about is the ending.
Come on, Mr. Noh.
I know you had a great ending in mind.
But then, the actors kept improvising, making mistakes.
So you're unable to use that great ending, right?
You're right! Absolutely!
So, if we have Jang-hoon and Arisu restart their relationship,
what would Young-shin do?
Maybe she'll drink something toxic to kill herself over the betrayal.
Yes, yes.
- But the problem is... - The problem?
- She's against it. - Who is?
My wife.
If I kill Young-shin, I'm dead meat.
But if we let Jang-hoon and Young-shin get married...
Marie will probably refuse to continue, right?
On top of that Jang-hoon is hit by a car.
I mean, if it were Arisu who got hit,
I could come up with alternatives.
Anyway, about Jang-hoon... He lives, right?
Yeah, of course he lives.
We can't make Arisu and Young-shin fall in love.
Ah, how about this?
Let's just put him away in a hospital for two weeks.
I've a suggestion.
How about amnesia?
Amnesia...
What? Writer's block again?
Would you like me to help?
Let us make one simple commitment.
No more improvisations from now on. Got that?
Don't worry about us. Marie's the problem.
No, we need a fine instead.
Every time someone walks away from the script
that person pays $10.
Nope.
Whoever doesn't follow the script will have his or her role cut out.
And Man-chul.
I'll take care of the narration.
But you do the music and direct. Wouldn't it be too complicated?
No, I think it'd be better.
It'll be easier to resolve things quickly.
Be quiet! Be quiet!
Silence!
Mr. Jang, are you awake?
Where am I?
The hospital, of course.
I'm so glad you are all right.
Mr. Jang.
Yes, but may I ask who you are, Miss?
Oh, my!
You're illness has just been cured.
How on earth could this happen?
Oh, please, Mr. Jang, say something!
A drunk cab driver put our hero into a coma.
Miraculously, he wakes again three weeks later.
But he has lost all memory of Young-shin.
I am so sorry.
The memory part of the nerve system is paralyzed.
He remembers nothing.
Young-shin cries in despair at the doctor's words.
Doctor.
Please save him!
My memory. I remember nothing.
Who are you?
Mr. Jang!
Was there ever a greater tragedy?
He may have survived the accident.
But he has forgotten the woman he so loved.
Young-shin, finally, resolves to meet Arisu.
Perhaps he could remember Arisu.
Arisu rushes to the hospital after Young-shin tells her.
My love!
Do you not remember me?
This is Arisu! Your sworn eternal love!
The perfect modern girl, back from a six-month study in Japan.
So beautiful and intelligent.
It is I, Arisu!
So you don't remember Arisu, either.
Oh, my poor Mr. Jang.
I can't remember.
I can't remember anything.
I can't even remember you beautiful ladies in such charming red shoes.
Next, please.
Mister, are these the red shoes in 'The Flame of Love'?
Of course, they are. These are the ones Arisu wore.
Really?
So you don't remember Arisu either.
Oh, my poor Mr. Jang.
'The Flame of Love', a drama you can't listen to without tears!
Yes! 30,000 radios!
Paper! Paper!
Marie versus Myung-wol, the war begins!
Special story on 'The Flame of Love'!
Is it true you'll be starring in a movie?
When are you planning to get married?
This is an announcement I am making for the first time.
We are just colleagues.
Oh my!
Why did you sneak up on me like that?
What is our star writer doing looking like a Peeping Tom?
Can't you see? Look at all those reporters!
We are in trouble, Lloyd.
What's the trouble in being so successful?
That's not it.
I haven't come to a decision, yet.
On the ending, I mean.
What?
Make their relationship an impossible love?
Yes.
Illegitimate, impossible.
But how?
You see, we can make Arisu and Jang-hoon
half siblings.
They're not animals.
And a blood brother and sister can't love each other.
Yes, of course.
This is art! Amazing!
I can't believe we were brother and sister all this time.
It's a lie, a lie, a lie.
This cannot be! This should not be!
Arisu, can this really happen?
What happened to our vows of love!
My love.
I had not known it myself.
It was our father's last wish to keep it a secret.
What must we do now?
Whatjoke has fate played on us?
Can I call you just once?
Oh, Arisu, my sister. How Ionely have you been?
Say it, say it. Loud and clear.
Bro... ther.
Brother!
Even the distant seagulls take pity on their ill fate.
I can't believe Mr. Park, my family's enemy, was my real father.
And you whom I've loved so passionately...
My one and only brother!
What are we to do?
What a joke
has fate made of us!
Their ill-fated love so dear.
Thus ended in grave misfortune.
Take out your handkerchiefs.
You modern boys.
And modern girls.
Korea's first and painfully sad radio drama...
'The Flame of Love'.
Episode six ends here.
I'd like to make an announcement.
In appreciation of your avid support,
we have decided to air an extra episode of
'The Flame of Love'.
We'll see you next Friday at 6 p.m. For the final episode.
We'll see you then.
JODK
This is the Seoul Broadcasting Station.
Do you think that makes any sense, sir?
This is unexpected and not like you at all.
Getting excited about something.
Now, cool it, and listen to me.
I was a top executive of Tokyo Broadcasting Company, J.O.A.K.
You think I don't know about series?
Let me cut this short for time sake.
The ending must be like this.
Our hero Jang-hoon,
wanting to run away from it all, decides to travel.
Why are you just sitting there?
Get up at once!
He's not sure where to go, perhaps some place in Manchuria.
Just then!
He sees something.
An army of young patriotic men going to fight in Manchuria.
And Jang-hoon comes to his decision.
I don't need love.
To the grand unification of Asia,
I shall give up my youth as do those soldiers!
Isn't it exciting?
Why don't we just say it was all a dream?
That'd be a better ending.
That's not interesting at all.
Is that all you can do?
Yes, sir, maybe it's my lack of talent.
- But I refuse your ending. - What right do you have?
Who do you think you are?
I am the director of 'The Flame of Love', sir!
The director? Kiss my ass.
Think I had you do it because of your talent?
No, because you're easy to control, idiot!
You brainless good-for-nothing.
Look at you, a worthless scum boasting like he's done something.
Look at yourself in the mirror.
Know thyself.
If you don't do as I tell you,
I'll have them cut off the transmission.
Don't forget that, Lloyd.
Even the invisible radio waves belong to His Highness the Emperor.
The case of the interception has not been solved,
and the Governor-General suspects our staff.
And I, too, have a hunch that it was one of you bums.
What are we gonna do?
Are we finished, like this?
Lloyd, say something!
It's time.
They'll ruin the drama.
I'm going to take over the station.
Get the lunchboxes ready.
I'm going to sneak the transmitter into the station.
How do you like it here?
Mr. Noh.
Write your final episode here in peace.
Don't think about anything else. Just write as you like.
I don't know. You think I can do it?
What are you saying? Of course, you can!
'The Flame of Love' was created by you.
We can't air a censored version now, can we?
Mr. Noh.
WANTED
30 minutes before the last broadcast of 'The Flame of Love'.
Let's go!
Hey, get out of my way.
So how are things going?
Sir. The drama will end as we've planned.
These fools are incapable of coming up with alternatives.
Good.
What about the other one?
They're too stupid
to have planned anything so bold, sir.
That's the problem with you.
Always, it's the stupid ones that do the unexpected.
Keep an eye on them.
Yes, sir!
Hey, Lloyd.
Where's K?
He went out to get some tools for sound effects.
Lloyd.
Hey, where are you off to?
What are you doing?
Stop it.
Stop!
Did you intercept the radio signal?
Answer me.
Answer me!
What are you doing?
What are you doing!
Calm down and listen to me!
Lloyd, listen to me!
I'm from the independence group, Taegukdang.
Make the drama the way you want to, and no one will get in your way.
I know for sure that you will not follow their orders.
Butjust one thing.
Let me make the sound of a spark.
That's our signal.
Your signal?
When the sound of the spark is transmitted,
all the activists across Korea and Manchuria will take action.
Now what idiots do have we here?
What are you doing in the basement of the imperial broadcasting station?
So you dirty rats have freely used the Emperor's radio waves?
I never imagined I'd be making a radio series.
I enjoyed it.
I really did, Lloyd.
Hey, help me.
Please, don't shoot.
This way!
Smoke screen! Smoke screen!
What is this smoke?
Lloyd, look out!
Are you all right?
Think you can make it?
But what about the spark?
You do it for me, Lloyd.
It's in the bag.
Hurry.
It's time for the show.
Hurry!
Think speed.
I'm going to the market for groceries.
Do you want me to get you anything?
No, I'm fine. Take care.
Excuse me, is anybody home?
Strange, where has he gone?
Jang-hoon does not answer.
Nor is he in the room with Young-shin.
He is alone, utterly alone.
Whomever he chooses, all three are doomed to suffer in misery.
The only choice is for him to leave.
At last, Jang-hoon arrives...
At Seoul Train Station.
He is embarking on a trip.
With solitude as his only companion.
Perhaps he is going to some place in Manchuria.
Manchuria?
Why Manchuria?
He catches sight of something.
It was an army of young patriotic men leaving to fight in Manchuria.
Arisu, and my dear Young-shin!
I am going to erase you from my memory.
I will go to the battlefields in distant Manchuria,
and sacrifice my life for the victorious unification of Asia!
So do be happy, my loves!
Young-shin, where is Jang-hoon?
You're pseudonym from now on is James.
James? Who is that?
The name sounds very nice.
He's the first American guy to have heard our program.
He lives in California.
Mr. Jang, what ever happened to our love?
Let us leave the city.
And start a movement among the farmers.
Let's open their eyes as you have mine.
This is the Seoul Broadcasting Station.
You are listening to 'The Flame of Love', the first radio series in Korea.
As we approach the grand finale, we'll take a break for some swing jazz.
Excuse me!
Here! Here!
Hurry!
Thanks!
Yes!
Now.
We return to the grand finale of 'The Flame of Love'.
The howling of the train.
It is speeding away.
The train is speeding.
Away and away.
But the train at its top speed runs off the rails.
What prank is fate playing now?
The train carrying Jang-hoon has raced off the tracks in an accident
caused by some terrorists.
But listeners, you need not worry.
Because in dramas, the hero never dies.
And our hero survives this train accident like a miracle.
My legs are broken.
The unexpected accident darkens Jang's heart as death draws near.
But he survives like a miracle.
And suddenly he realizes the transience of life.
Yes, I have one life and no more.
I shall light it as a flame of love.
His legs may be broken, but his power to love could not be.
Oh, Mr. Jang.
Young-shin has been rushed to the hospital.
Oh, what has happened to you, my dear Mr. Jang?
Let me remind our audience out there
to never, never, never relax till the very end.
I thought I would go far away to war in Manchuria.
Brainless scoundrels. They've fooled me!
Arrest them!
I have no use to fight in Manchuria.
Though I have told you that Arisu and Jang-hoon are half siblings...
Oh, dear listeners.
Jang-hoon had been, in fact, adopted.
I don't believe this!
So in truth,
Arisu and Jang-hoon were not biologically related.
Jang-hoon was the only one who knew this.
And it was soon to be revealed why he had been so tormented.
But...
No matter how the times have changed,
three people cannot be in a relationship at once.
As Young-shin and Jang-hoon meet again, here comes Arisu.
Destiny has called these three lovers together.
And what choice will Arisu make?
Only this time! Please.
Come on.
Arisu, you've done so well till now.
Brother, you and I are not blood-related.
And yet why is our love so full of pain?
Oh, what a prank fate is pulling on us?
But, dear brother,
I mean Jang-hoon.
And Young-shin.
You are the heroes of this love story.
And a modern girl is not a slave of love.
I am returning to Japan.
There I will devote myself to my studies.
And to the women of this country,
I bless you and your love.
Do be happy.
Now those of you who are listening.
From here on, listen with your eyes closed.
And let your imagination fly free as you listen to this sad love story.
On the bridge stand Arisu, Jang-hoon and Young-shin.
The teary Arisu takes out a white handkerchief and shouts,
Please, do be happy.
Arisu.
My sister, Arisu.
Do take care.
Do take care!
- Do take care. - Unable to look back,
Arisu wipes away her tears with her handkerchief,
turns around and darts away.
Dear Young-shin.
My dear love, Young-shin.
My love, Young-shin!
The vow of my undying love.
Jang-hoon.
Now there is only one thing.
There is only one thing left to us.
The time to love.
Jang-hoon.
Give me your hand.
Now no obstacle lies before these lovers.
They feel each other.
Tears trickle down their cheeks.
And Jang-hoon takes his love into his arms.
As their breaths quicken with the excitement of love.
Just then.
Just then!
The sound of sparks go off loud and clear across Seoul!
That was...
Open up! Open!
Open the door! Open up!
That was...
That was from the fireworks set off at a concert nearby.
But to Jang-hoon and Young-shin,
it was the flame of love!
What's happened?
Damn, why at this important scene?
Hey! Hey!
Who touched it?
Get them! Get them all!
- Yes, sir! - Yes, sir!
Do something!
This is the most important scene!
Wait a minute.
It's too dark.
Anyone have a light?
Light it.
Dynamite!
Wait, wait.
Calm down. Calm down.
Turn the light off!
Careful! Careful!
Stay still!
Don't come any closer!
That's the signal.
Hurry.
Let's light ours, too.
We should too.
Get in line, please.
This was 'The Flame of Love', the first radio series in Korea.
Written by Noh Bong-al.
Narration and Jang-hoon played by Lee Man, sorry, James Lee.
And Arisu played by jazz singer Marie.
Young-shin by Jo Myung-wol.
Other characters by Huh Soon-duk, sound effects by K,
and directed by Lloyd Park.
That's it folks. Good night.
This is JODK, the Seoul Broadcasting Station.
'The Flame of Love'! Lee Man-chul and Jo Myung-wol engaged! The winter of the year
How does it feel?
Hope the film does better than the radio play.
Yeah, let's hope so.
'The Flame of Love'
Mr. Noh, I know this might sound silly,
but I thought of an incredible story last night.
What story?
Well, you see, there's a man and a woman in love.
Yes, of course. It always has to start like that.
Yeah, but they were actually brother and sister.
Oh, come on.
I've already used that part in 'The Flame of Love'.
Hey, but it's different from that.
You see, it was their mother who fixed them up.
Are you sure it's today?
The tip's from a reliable source.
You can trust it.
What's the time?
It's around two o'clock.
What kind of a story is that?
Let me finish, all right?
You see, the mother had deserted her daughter and got married again.
And her new husband had a son by his first wife.
They'll be here in no time.
Everyone ready?
Don't be nervous.
And so they were living quite happily.
But you know, it's not easy to erase the memory of her daughter.
So, she is tormented by the memory of the daughter she'd abandoned.
She keeps on thinking until...
Wait, wait a minute.
So her daughter and her stepson...
Yes, I knew you'd get it.
And she takes her in as her daughter-in-law.
Oh, heavens. Oh, heavens.
I heard they're going to open a new radio station in Busan city.
We'll get a good chance some day, right?
You know, Lloyd. I'm feeling something.
Something hot is shooting through my you-know-what.
You've become a real storyteller now.
Oh, no.
It's smoking again.
Hey!
It's smoking!
Damn it.
The 1930s, our great pastime...
The Radio Dayz!