It's raining again.
Every time it rains, I have to find somewhere to take shelter...
...since I never bring an umbrella with me.
Perhaps that's because I'm accustomed to living by myself.
Nobody cares or worries about me,
even if I get soaked in the rain.
So it doesn't matter whether I carry an umbrella or not.
My grandfather always says,
Hye Young, don't worry...
...the rain will stop eventually...
...and the sun will shine all the brighter...
...One day, you'll find the one for you.
He's such an old-fashioned man.
I am only 25 years old now,
...and waiting for my first love to come...
The rain will stop eventually.
Still I'm not silly...
...enough to believe that my first love will come...
so soon.
I've never expected to run into him like this.
Almost an hour passed since we faced each other.
I remember the time I met him.
4:15
On weekdays,
I work at my grandpa's antique shop.
Flowers!
At night, time is all I've got.
I paint every night for my first exhibition.
On weekends, I am a street painter.
How much?
OK.
Can you pay first?
Usually customers are strangers to me.
But this man felt familiar...
...as if I knew his whole life, from the moment
he sat down in front of me.
I have a hunch that this may be my best piece of work.
Because he came at 4:15 sharp.
Sorry I have to go. Okay?
Oh, I'm not done yet.
Are you... are you Korean?
Yes.
Will you be here tomorrow?
Then I'll come back tomorrow
at the same time and...
...you can finish the rest OK?
While painting him, I found something weird about him.
He was looking at me,
...but the focus was somewhere toward the back of my head.
Oh no! Look at all these split ends.
Was he looking at my hair?
Ok! You want some candy?
Once again, he showed up before me.
He was so punctual.
Four-fifteen is the time we met.
Okay
I'm sorry but I spilled coffee on the painting.
Can I start over again?
Sure.
Go ahead.
Sir.
What?
I need you to look at me.
Oh I'm sorry.
I've been distracted. I'm sorry...
Then shall we go on?
Certainly.
Then please turn your head towards me.
Oh, Okay.
I am sorry but I have to go again.
Actually, I'm done.
That was quick.
I could have done it quicker.
- If you don't like it, I can do another one... - No, it's okay.
That kind of painting probably will take longer, right?
You have to paint the colors too...
Yes, and it costs more, too.
Then, can you paint one like that
when I come again next week?
See you.
Oh, wait!
You've got something on your face...
Huh, bye.
Smile naturally.
What's the long face?
Are you sure you are taking it properly?
Sure.
Let's go again. Here we go...
Why? Did it come out wrong?
No way, you know I always capture the mood of the person.
Then it's good, right?
But yours is like that of an antique.
Here, look.
It looks good to me.
You care nothing but your paintings.
That's why you have no men after you.
You really want to end up like one of these antiques?
Grandpa! I'm only 25.
When I was young, 25 years old women were as old as antiques.
I don't care.
I just want to stay here with you always.
Is he not coming because the rain?
Maybe he's a doctor.
Maybe he had an emergency patient.
Or maybe he had an accident on the way here.
How have you been?
Oh this.
It's just a sprain. It will be fine in a few days.
What happened?
It rained so hard yesterday, and I slipped.
Sorry to have kept you waiting.
Huh?
Actually,
I waited for just for a while...
Not too long.
That's good, then.
I was worried you might have waited for me, long in the rain.
I see. Shall we begin now?
Begin what?
The oil painting.
Didn't you say you wanted one?
Oh, right.
You want me to draw that too?
As you please.
How about this?
What about this?
That day, we chatted like two old friends.
We met for weeks like that.
Not going well?
My smile's rotten.
Flowers!
Here you go.
Can I come in?
Oh, yes.
Is this for sale, too?
Yes, but that's a fake. Except, for my picture.
I like it very much.
But how did you know I was here?
I have my sources.
I'd like to buy this. How much is this?
Just take it. It's a gift from me.
That's no way to do business.
It's okay.
I want to give it to you for free.
Ok then...
...how about exchanging it with this?
You must not have had kimchi like this here.
Here.
This looks delicious!
I've made it myself.
It's the best.
Did you draw all these yourself?
Yes.
Wow, you must have used lots of paint.
Here's your coffee.
Thank you.
I thought you spilled coffee on this.
It's someone else.
Funny, I thought you said...
I'd sworn that was me...
Wow where is this place?
I believe we were meant to meet.
I told him about many things that happened in my past.
That year...
I spent the whole summer
in grandpa's village to prepare for my exhibition.
And I used to cross over the stream to paint the daisies on the other side.
To me daisies were like little sunflowers.
Gogh drew sunflowers, I draw daisies.
Gogh was the reason I dreamed about being a painter.
After that accident, I lost the courage to cross the wooden bridge.
One day,
I found a newly built bridge.
Though it looked totally out of place and was crudely made...
...it seemed beautiful to me at that moment.
At first,
I thought this was a coincidence.
But then I felt that someone
built this bridge just for me.
Besides, he had found the tool that I had lost.
Thank You.
Thank you.
The next day... somebody took the painting...
The next month...
...somebody began sending me daisies.
Then I found out that
the meaning of daisies was "love inside the heart."
The flower sender never showed himself.
Flowers!
Maybe he just wanted to keep his feelings to himself
Bye
I'm looking outside the window,
curious to see the flower-sender.
But there is no one out there.
So I drew a shadow instead.
I've been waiting for him.
And... I think I've found him.
I can't lie that I am that man.
But I can't say that I'm not either.
One thing for sure is that I'm already falling for her.
But my story is not as romantic as she imagines.
She can't even...
...begin to imagine...
...who I really am.
I am an Interpol member...
...caring of Asian criminals in Amsterdam.
This time, our mission is
to spy on a drug- trafficking group and...
...try to discover the routes they use
between Europe and Asia.
Hello sir, do you want to pay?
Do you want to have flowers?
Okay. Thank You. Good bye.
From this position...
...I can see everything...
...and need not worry about being noticed...
...since she is blocking me.
I didn't really see her...
...until I was about to leave.
Oh, I'm not done yet.
The second time I've sat in front of her...
...I discovered two more things.
Hye Young was more beautiful than I imagined.
And I felt that this woman was starting to like me.
What makes it worse is that
I feel my heart stirring as well.
The next Saturday...
...it rained.
I hid myself in the rain without using her as cover.
But I spent even more time...
...looking for her.
I thought the target discovered me.
Fortunately, it was just a plain thief...
...or I would have been dead by now.
How is everything?
This is my gift.
It's been a week
since he hasn't sent me flowers.
Maybe he's afraid of me.
Since we are seeing each other, no need to send me flowers anymore.
I can draw you by memory now.
How much do you know about me, Hye Young?
You're a Korean businessman in the Netherlands.
Your name is Jeong Woo,
And you're about 30 something.
Oh, and you make very good kimchi.
Would you still care for me...
...even if I didn't make that kimchi?
What do you mean?
Hey! Are you okay?
Take care of Hye Young.
Hello! Are you all right? Are you?
Hey. Hey.
Casualty, Casualty, We need an ambulance...
They told me Jeong Woo is a cop.
I lost my voice by bullet wound and shock.
And they told me Jeong Woo was injured and sent back to Korea.
But I can't believe it.
And when these wither, fresh ones will arrive, right?
So, how are you doing today?
Smart. So you don't have to write them out each time.
So no more sign language lessons then?
Take care.
After Jeong Woo left...
...I've gotten to receive daisies again.
The first time I saw her...
It was the next day I first killed a man.
I am a man who always smells of gunpowder.
Maybe my soul also smells of it.
I started growing flowers.
I heard from an old man back from war...
...that mud absorbs the smell of gunpowder...
...and the scent of the flower that grew from the mud...
...can change a person.
For that short moment...
...when I'm planting flowers I can forget the smell of gunpowder.
Every flower doesn't make you forget the smell of gunpowder.
Black tulips mean work for me.
The Magnum 357 revolver doesn't leave shells.
Hollow- point bullets also leave no shells.
Magnum 357 is a little old fashioned to use these days...
...but it resembles me.
I'm a conservative person.
That is why I am still alive.
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I used to stay at a village to hide undercover...
...and that's where I saw her.
I was like a kid, very impulsive.
I just wanted to surprise her.
Okay, guys. Let's go!
Thank you!
How I wish I could have met her
before I committed my first murder.
I couldn't help but wanting to see her.
Flowers!
Every time I wanted to see her, I just delivered flowers.
Well, Here it is.
OK! Here's your key.
I hid all my guns here...
...and started watching her.
I began watching her paintings, and learned to appreciate them, too.
Monet and Degas are not strangers to me any longer.
If I talk to her about paintings someday,
I won't seem like a fool.
I still don't have the nerve to talk to her.
In my line of work you have to follow the rules to survive
The supreme rule is to keep secrets.
To keep secrets, you have to lie.
After you tell the first lie you can never stop.
To keep a secret is the way to survive.
So I try not to start any relationships with too many people.
Okay. Five o'clock coffee time.
- You want some coffee? - Yes, Please.
Cheers.
Good?
Now someone takes my place and...
...I lose the only person I wanted to have any contact with.
I should be able to go on.
But somehow I feel so heartbroken.
What the hell am I doing?
Impressionism is characterized by concentration
on the immediate visual impression produced by a scene
and by use of unmixed primary colors
and small strokes to simulate actual reflected light.
What is he saying??
I thought at first that he was a devil like me.
But he turned out to be the opposite of me.
Are you quite sure you want to move out?
A room like this is difficult to get.
Alright, alright, alright.
I don't know who has a grudge against that cop,
but I pulled my trigger to protect Hye Young.
To welcome me back to work, my grandpa takes pictures of me.
It's him...
It must be him.
But why wouldn't he come to see me?
I believe something has been keeping him,
just like what happened last time.
Hello.
Right. I'm a Korean.
You're a Korean, too?
30 Euro per Sketch
Oh, yeah.
Please draw it nicely.
I don't know where this courage came from...
...yet I couldn't help but get close to her.
I've always imagined I'd smell the fragrance of daisies from her when I got close to her.
Actually it turns out to be the smell of paints.
Who would've imagined that paint smells so nice?
Are you okay?
I am sorry. Can I draw it again?
Yes, please.
Or I can come back next time.
No, it's okay.
Please draw me next time.
You're going home?
I'll take you home.
It's okay.
Give it to me.
Please get in the car.
I live just nearby.
Hello.
I was hoping to meet you on my way back.
Please allow me.
Let's go.
From then on, he comes to pick me up.
We never talk.
Of course I know I can't talk but didn't want to either.
We just listen to classical music quietly in the car.
I know he likes me.
But I'm still waiting for Jeong Woo.
I should find an opportunity to straighten things out with him.
Choi Dae Chi...
Yeo Ok, Wait for me.
Shall we have dinner tonight?
Sure.
I know a good place.
I'm sorry...
...but can you wait a little?
I have to go somewhere.
It won't be long.
Please don't leave.
He went out after checking his watch.
He said he'd be back.
Waiting is a routine for me.
Since the incident with Jeong Woo...
...I often feel this way.
Yet...
...it's nice that I'm still thinking about Jeong Woo.