CJ ENTERTAINMENT presents
A UBU FILM ANOTHER PICTURES PRODUCTION
EXECUTIVE PRODUCER KATHARINE KIM
ASSOCIATE PRODUCER LEE SANG-MOO
INVESTMENT EXECUTIVE JANG JIN-SEUNG
Myfather is a hunchback,
but he's been dancing ever since I was little.
People loved his dancing They called it 'the hunchback'.
KIM YUN-SEOK
YU AINE
PRODUCERS / KIM DONG-WU HAM JEONG-YEOB / BAE SUNG-EUN
BASED UPON THE NOVEL WANDEUKYI BY KIM LYEO-RYUNG
WRITTEN BY KIM DONG-WU
CINEMATOGRAPHER CHO YOUNG-KYU
ART DIRECTOR GANG SO-YOUNG
EDITOR NAM NA-YOUNG
MUSIC DIRECTOR LEE JAE-JIN
CO-PRODUCER KIM JAE-JOONG
DIRECTED BY LEE HAN
The cabaret was our home,
and the only world I knew.
PUNCH
CHARIOT CABARET IS GOING OUT OF BUSINESS THANK YOU FOR THE YEARS OF SUPPORT
Hey, Min-su!
You're here.
What happened?
- The owner took off last week. - Business was dead anyway.
The landlord is making this a nightclub.
Where's Dad?
He's at the market.
He and Min-ku are out trying to sell things.
Oh no!
Please stop! We'll leave!
Look, it's a pair of retards.
Fuck off before the guards get here.
Clear them all!
This is for wasting my time.
You can't take that!
- We're going, sir! - Ours!
- Get off me! - We're going, sir!
Please!
You fucking bastard!
What the!
Wan-deuk!
I told you no fighting.
I'm sorry.
Why were you there and not in school?
I'm gonna quit school and start working, Dad.
You little punk!
I told you never to say that again!
We moved to Seoul for you!
Go beat your kid inside!
Goddamn disgrace! Aren't you ashamed?
Just push him over if you hate him so much!
Goddamn idiots...
Wan-deuk.
See you tomorrow.
Skipping class and leaving your bag at school!
- How many is that? - Thirtenn.
Since your dad hit you, I'll take some out.
How many are left?
Two.
Did you get it all? Report me.
I know you kids love to report things.
Back to your seat!
Take a nap if you want and go home when it comes time.
Why do they keep you lost causes late at school?
Am I right?
What a tough crowd.
Almost forgot!
Someone didn't take home their share of the food aid.
DOH Wan-deuk!
You take them.
Are you too good for it?
Starving is humiliating, not being poor.
Take it home!
How much did Dung-zoo pay you?
When I start making money,
I'll pay ten dollars more than him.
I know you like money, God.
So please, just...
Just kill Dung-Zoo for me.
Good to see you, Sister.
Please kill Dung-Zoo, please.
Amen.
Five, six, seven, eight.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
One, two, three, seven.
Wan-deuk is home!
What are you doing?
Can't pay the bills sitting around.
Min-ku and I are going to the monthly markets.
Markets open on the fifth!
Pack this up.
So where will you go?
Peddlers don't pick where they want to go.
We'll follow the crowds.
We probably won't be back for a week or two.
You'll manage on your own?
Yes.
Cucumber packs are easy peasy!
Elevator insoles are super-duper!
Chariot Cabaret! Twenty years strong!
Open all year round, until six AM!
Come to Chariot Cabaret!
Thank you, sir.
Come see the sights!
Chariot Carbaret!
Go home!
- Come to Chariot! - You dance good!
Come see our shows!
What's your name?
I'm Min-ku. Min-ku!
Wan-deuk, say hello to Uncle Min-ku.
Hello.
Uncle Min-ku became part ofthe family
and learned to dance from my dad.
Left, right, left...
No, no. Left foot first.
Uncle Min-ku was the only one who thought of Dad as an adult.
Wan-deuk!
Come out!
Who is that?
Hey, DOH Wan-deuk!
Dung-Zoo.
Mind your manners!
- Dung-Zoo! - Your manners!
You took your sweet time.
Quick! Throw me a pack of rice.
Taking food from a student living on food aid
Here.
No black rice?
Just white rice this month.
- The rest is gone. - Why didn't you save...
How are you, Mr LEE?
Mr DOH!
You're home at this hour?
It looks that way.
Wonderful costume, I must say!
You motherfuckers!
Who's this Wan-deuk you're screaming for every damn night?
Don't you have phones?
Strange people live around here.
Why call him when he's right here?
What? What?
What did you say? Who the hell are you?
Fuck! Why won't this open?
Goddamn it! Now I'm wide awake.
Fucking bastards!
Bang, bang!
Are you that excited?
Make me some money...
Let's ride safe!
- You bought that? - I did.
We need it to get to the markets.
You're a real go-getter, sir.
But it'll break down under all this weight.
It works fine.
280 thousand kilometers.
You're really riding it out.
It's a sturdy car and I'll drive safe.
Drive safely, sir.
It'll break down soon.
Mr LEE.
Please look over Wan-deuk.
Don't worry, sir.
Get in, Uncle Min-ku.
- Drive safely - I'll call.
Don't get into any fights.
No fights.
It's all rusted.
Want to go to church?
Sheesh...
You've got rice left?
You want more?
Don't skip meals, kid.
No wonder my prayers weren't working.
He's a stronger believer than I thought.
The person closest to me right now is...
Dung-Zoo.
'Dung-Zoo'
You couldn't come up with a better name?
'Dung-Zoo doesn't take care of us and says weird things.'
'Nothing he teaches us comes out on the tests.'
'I wonder if he is a teacher.'
What could I be teaching you?
You already learn everything at those fancy academies.
I don't go to an academy.
I can tell by your grades.
Who's top in our class?
CHUNG Yoon-ha.
How many academies do you go to?
Hope you get intothe best college.
You'll fit in with those smart assholes.
Fine!
I'll give you what you want.
You're dead if you skip class or sleep.
Come on!
Quiet!
Especially DOH Wan-deuk!
Hey you, DOH Wan-deuk!
All great men have a title.
'Baekbeom' KIM Koo.
'Dosan; AHN Chang-ho.
Hey you, DOH Wan-deuk.
Hey you, DOH Wan-deuk!
Wow! Hey you, DOH Wan-deuk!
Go back to class!
Mine is...
Hey you, DOH Wan-deuk!
He's gone mad.
Don't skip study hall.
I don't want to get fired.
and have to sell knives with your dad.
There's no shame in selling knives, dimwits.
They're better people than lazy assholes that sit around all day.
Come see me, Wan-deuk.
Hey, DOH Wan-deuk.
So your dad's not dancing at the cabaret anymore?
I guess it was bad for his back.
What the!
You bastard!
Your mother is Filipino.
Huh?
Your father didn't say anything?
I don't have a mother.
Yes, you do.
I thought you were different, from the very beginning.
There's no mother on any of my paperwork.
But she's still in the family register.
You know The family register?
What's the difference?
You dumb kids always make me spell it out.
It means that only her address changed.
So they never got a divorce.
Just been separated for seventeen years.
She still had a copy of the family register.
LEE Sook-hee.
It has her Korean name on it.
You want to meet her?
No.
LEE Sook-hee.
How can you say a woman I've never heard of is my mom?
Why can't you leave me alone?
Wan-deuk!
DOH Wan-deuk!
That's not the way to class! Hey you!
Shit...
I fit the mold for runaway kids.
Poverty, A disabled father.
Soon-to-be-senior.
Now a Filipino mother.
Don't know when Dad and Uncle Min-ku will be back.
It's most likely that...
I'M RUNNING AWAY
I'll be the first to read the note I left.
Hey, DOH Wan-deuk!
Wan-deuk!
Hurry and open up!
DOH Wan-deuk!
You better open up!
I know you're in there.
DOH Wan-deuk! Open the door!
Hey!
I brought your bag. Open up.
Let him in, motherfucker! He knows you're inside!
Go away!
Why are you making a fuss?
He opened the door!
What? What did you say?
Crazy neighbors we've got.
Even if you're having a hard time,
you shouldn't just run out of school!
You little.
Look at me delivering students' bags.
And you have alcohol.
Get me a cup.
You didn't bring one yourself?
Just do it.
Get one more.
Take it.
Take it!
Drink.
You can't drink?
Should a teacher be asking a student that?
You still don't know how to drink at that age.
Your mother works at a restaurant in Seong-nam.
Our church has a reception office for foreigners.
I met her at the affiliate in Seong-nam.
She's doing well.
How the hell do you know if she's my mother?
I saw a baby picture of you with your dad.
She waited until you finished breastfeeding to leave.
For better or worse, you finished quick.
I was breastfed by my mother?
You think you ate burgers and fries right away?
I assumed the cabaret girls fed me.
Always get the last word, eh?
Your mother wants to see you.
Ask my dad.
It's you she wants to see.
That's why you should ask my dad.
She doesn't want to see him, she wants to see you.
Will you cut it out? I said, ask my dad!
Since when did you listen to your dad?
I'd love to have my mother alive,
wherever she may be from!
I'm leaving.
Do whatever you want.
You're really not gonna help?
Look at what he's doing to me!
He drinks at a student's house and hits us all the time.
What kind of a role model is he for us?
I think he's gone mad,
since his life is screwed.
I have a mother?
And she's from the Philippines.
I just can't think of any other solution.
You have to kill him.
lfyou don't kill him this time, I'm going to Buddha.
Sister!
What brings you here this late?
Where are you from anyway?
I'm Hassan, from India.
- Dad. - Huh?
Nothing.
'Motherfuckers'
What kind of asshole does this?
Sir!
- Get out here! - It don't erase.
Second floor!
Who are you?
- You live up there? - What do you want?
- The man that lives there. - Huh?
Who are you?
What is it about?
This car right here!
- What's going on? - Get out here!
Motherfuckers!
At the crack of dawn.
Fucking pounding on my door, huh?
You slit their tires.
- Didn't you? - No!
I didn't do it!
- 'You motherfuckers' - What, motherfucker!
You wrote that, didn't you?
You're the only one that curses.
You asshole!
- What, motherfucker! - Come down!
You got drunk last night, huh?
- I did, motherfucker. - You don't remember.
- I remember, motherfucker! - You don't!
- Come down and see this! - You come up, bastard!
You dimwit!
Motherfuckers!
- Street number 8-4 - There you go.
There's no spare.
Should've parked there in the first place,
instead of being rude and blocking my door.
In any case, we will apologize.
If you apologize as well, we'll let it go.
Apologize for what? I didn't do it, you crazy idiots.
They're being civil, you!
Motherfucker! Drunk!
Fucking flock of retards.
What?
Who rented to these retards? It's bad for real estate!
No son would just let him say that to his father.
- Fucking. - I'm his sociology teacher.
It's no use teaching them when that's waiting at home.
I'm ashamed to face my students.
They parked their car at their house
But he scratches it and rips the tires.
Is that sane?
It was in front of my house!
You live right next door!
I own mine and they're renting!
So you can't park if you rent?
Come on, now! You can't do this here.
Mister! The teacher is right.
So I'm fucking wrong?
I'm his homeroom teacher.
He's a hard-working student.
If you go easy on him, I'll make sure to...
He has to agree to settle.
You have pay to paint the car anyway.
Just make peace and let it go.
Like it'll cost much to paint that piece of shit!
Jail will knock some sense into these bastards!
I won't settle! I won't!
We'll get the law on this. The law!
- You like the law? - Of course!
- You'll do this by the law? - Of course!
Desecration of personal property, infringement of human rights.
Compensation for psychological damage.
Then what about my fucking eye?
I don't have rights? I wasn't violated?
Who's gonna take care of this?
Hey!
You started this mess. Just stop it.
Beat up in my own neighborhood...
Please let me apologize on his behalf.
No, it's my fault for not raising my kid right.
Hurry and apologize to her.
Hey, DOH Wan-deuk!
Listen to your father.
Come on!
I'm sorry.
Let's go.
Fuck!
Excuse me, sir!
- Yes? - You have to sign this form.
Fuck signing!
If you're gonna lock it, then lock it properly!
- Sir! - I'll sign it for him.
- Are you his wife? - No, I'm his sister.
I'm sorry.
All's well that ends well.
- There's folks like that everywhere. - Right.
You're not leaving, sir?
She's his sister.
Pardon?
- His sister signed it, I mean. - Yes, right.
Take care!
- Pass it over here! - Don't let him get it!
- Isn't this Yoon-ha? - Let me see!
Hey, it's you!
I LOVE YOU, HYUK-JU YOU'RE MINE, YOON-HA!
You see that? Yoon-ha is mine.
Give it to me!
Take it.
Guys, break them up!
Fuck! My hair!
Let go of me!
Are you okay, Hyuk-ju?
I'll kill you, Jun-ho!
He's not worth it.
Get out of my way!
Can you move?
Wan-deuk!
Let's go to your house and have some ramen.
You crazy bastard!
That's what friends do.
We're friends.
Hey, it's Yoon-ha.
I'll go eat with my darling, then.
Hey.
DOH Wan-deuk!
I need to talk to you.
So you go to church.
It's nice and cozy.
- What did you want to say? - Why are you always alone?
what?
You eat by yourself, walk home by yourself.
Just popping in and out of class.
So...
I thought maybe you'd forget whatever I told you.
I don't care if you saw that drawing or not.
- I just... - I didn't.
I didn't see it.
I never thought he'd get back at me like that!
Get back at you?
The truth is...
I used to go out with Jun-ho.
I caught him drawing those kinds of things.
So I dumped him.
Are all guys like that?
I wish someone would just kill Jun-ho.
You've got a full load, God.
But don't forget, my prayer was first.
- What? - Nothing.
I feel better now.
Thanks.
You're really easy to talk to.
Can we hang out again?
You're really easy to talk to.
Can we hang out again?
Holy!
Hello!
That little...
Hi!
Yes, hello.
Hey you, DOH Wan-deuk!
Get over here.
Shame on you, spying on a woman late at night.
What are you mumbling?
Nothing.
- You know the church? - Yes.
Take this to the reception office.
What are you smiling about?
Me?
- Go after study hall! - Yes, sir.
Your mother is coming to the church today.
Sister!
Mr LEE called ahead.
Huh? Called about what?
That you're coming.
Here, take these.
Thank you so much.
This is my wife.
Hello.
How have you been?
I'm glad you've grown up so well.
Do you want some ramen?
I just wanted to see...
Wait inside. I'll bring it to you.
You don't have any kimchi?
You eat this every day?
I like ramen.
I heard it's bad to eat so much ramen.
You speak Korean well.
I've been in Korea for a long time.
It'll get cold.
I'm sorry.
I neverforgot aboutyou.
I missed you very much.
I'm a bad person.
I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry I can't be there with you.
- Someone came by. - Huh?
Turns out she's Filipino.
- She left her number. - Take this to the dry cleaners.
Where do you dance at the market?
At the newsstand.
Min-ku's dancing draws the crowds.
Gak-Sul dances good too.
You never got divorced.
- I let her go. - Why?
She didn't understand my dancing at the cabaret.
That's it? So you let her go?
I hated how everyone there treated her like some servant.
Like she was there to do their dirty work.
I'll go take this over.
She comes from a poor country,
but she got a good education there.
What's wrong with him?
I left the gate open.
You'll break the door.
Open up.
Open the fucking door!
Don't curse at your teacher!
You fucking little student!
The nerve.
Why did you tell her?
Tell her what? I didn't.
You told her.
I gave her my address.
Why did you do that?
Because she asked me for yours.
See? You told her!
I just said it was next to mine.
Yours isn't the only one.
Wan-deuk, can'tyou keep it down? It's a fucking Sunday!
If this is too loud, then move!
- What? - What are you, a monk?
- What the fuck! - Hey, stop!
Thank you.
- What was that? - I said, thank you.
Now. After all that cursing?
Go home, kid.
And throw this out.
Millet's The Gleaners gives us insight into French society in the 1800s.
Let's look at the painting.
Yoon-ha!
It's good. Want some?
Want to die?
In the back, by the window.
Yes?
You look compelled. What do feel about the painting?
What you looking at?
I think that's what it says.
What?
The lady on the far right.
She's leering and saying, 'What you looking at?'
The peasants suffered from hard labor.
Seeing Millet leisurely painting while they're toiling away,
I guess she could have been leering at him.
You don't feel anything else?
They look like women sold into marriage from poor countries.
So they needed to be strong, in order to protect themselves.
The woman on the far right,
she's about to make a fist to fight the farm owner.
The one on the far left pretends to be working,
but she's gonna throw that hay at her opponent's face.
The woman in the middle is a pro,
because she has a rock in her fist.
It's a dirty trick, but you fight to win.
And those women...
They received good educations in their own countries.
Sister!
- Hello. - You haven't visited in a while.
- Did someone hit you? - I was in a fight.
- Where is he now? - Probably at home.
Don't go around by yourself.
- I bring someone into the ring? - Huh?
I had a kickboxing sparring match.
I could've won, but he was too good.
You should've just beat him up.
I guess you're good at fighting.
You want to try kickboxing?
Stop!
Stop, asshole!
Get down here, Man-deuk.
It's Wan-deuk.
Stand up straight.
This is a slap.
And this is a jab.
You think this is some sort of street fight?
Get up.
You might win a fight where you can hit and run,
but you're hopeless inside the ring.
Hassan.
Where'd you find a thug like that?
At church.
You!
Don't come back! Just stay on the streets!
Go fight like a petty thug.
Get out.
What? Kickboxing?
We didn't move to Seoul so you could fight.
But it's a sport.
I thought dance was a form of art.
But people just pointed and laughed
That's reality.
In any case, I won't allow it.
You've done all the things you wanted.
Why can't I?
Where could a guy like me be welcome?
Dance was the only way I could be with people.
Why does a healthy kid need to resort to fighting?
You wouldn't have danced if you were like me?
The way I see it,
they didn't accept you because of your dancing.
- Mr LEE. - Yes.
I really hated my body.
It didn't just stop at me.
It hurt my kid too.
When I visit the homes of these problem kids,
their parents have healthy bodies but not healthy minds.
With a father like you,
I'm positive Wan-deuk won't go wrong.
I saw my share of thugs while working at the cabaret.
They're mostly failed athletes who become thugs.
That's what worries me.
It's good that he's found something he wants.
It's not a bad sport for him.
You think so?
He wants to face the world on his own.
What more could you ask for?
Oh!
Hello.
I think I'm drunk
- Are you alright? - Sure.
Nice night for a drink.
- Have a seat. - Right.
Let me apologize again for last time.
No, it's all right.
So how is your brother?
He's asleep.
He's just really sensitive and hears everything.
I see...
Can't judge a book by its cover.
- Do you like to drink? - Occasionally.
Just a few drinks whenever I get writer's block.
So you're a writer.
- You write novels? - Yes, martial arts novels.
Martial arts novels?
Well... Existential martial arts novels.
Oh...
- Why are you laughing? - No, it's just...
Because you said existential.
My pen name is MOON Bow.
Moonbow.
Sounds like the name of a province or a traditional drink.
I used to love martial arts novels in my day.
Is that so?
I could fly up into the sky, like, levitate!
I become the hero and dominate the whole land.
- Dad! - Oh.
- It's getting late. Let's go. - My boy!
Yes, you should go.
Then Mr LEE...
Well, then I guess I'II...
- Get some rest. - Yes.
- How much is... - No, just go.
All right, Mr LEE. Okay, sir.
- Good night. - Okay.
You drank so much.
Let's drink, moonbow.
It's Ho-jeong. LEE Ho-jeong.
Your name is LEE Ho-jeong, your pen name is...
- Moonbow. - Moonbow.
Then you practice martial arts
- Yourself? - Of course!
To achieve realism.
But how did you know?
Now that I think about it.
All that nonsense was you doing martial arts.
You saw?
I'm so embarrassed!
You're a peeping Tom.
I couldn't help seeing it.
What a creepy teacher!
You can see everything from my house.
- Come on! - You were by the window
with all the lights on!
Then why are you blushing?
Your face is getting red. Are you embarrassed?
What do you take me for?
It's getting redder!
Let's just drop it.
Are you upset?
What in the world!
Why are you doing this to me?
Let's go.
I'm okay. Let's go.
- Just get on. - Huh?
What the hell! Let's see.
I'm so high up, it's making me queasy!
Look at how tall my son is!
My boy is the best.
Wan-deuk, my boy!
The best of them all.
My son is the best.
Mr LEE.
What's this? He's exempt from study hall?
Wan-deuk.
I excused him.
He's learning kickboxing, and I hear he's pretty good.
Even so, we're running an educational institution.
He should be studying for the entrance exams next year.
Wan-deuk?
You know what his grades are like.
He's got no hope.
Even if he starts now, it's no use studying.
Kickboxing is perfect for him.
And who knows? He might be good at it.
Might be the next Fedor.
And while we're on the subject,
I exempt him from study hall, right?
'Exempting a student from study hall'
Was study hall mandatory?
May as well call it boot camp.
Or boot camp hall.
Or study camp boot hall?
Wan-deuk!
Don't put on gloves without my permission.
Build up your stamina.
Jump rope at the gym and sprint outside.
Got it?
Yes, sir!
Bring me the brown rice.
Not this one. The pumpkin porridge.
Damn it...
Go get it.
Put your guard up. Tighten your shoulders.
Chin down.
Jab! Do a thousand!
Yes, sir.
Tighten your stomach! More!
You didn't come home, so I willjust go.
Don't leave leftovers.
Salty.
Just look at our great kickboxer.
You better get up!
Learn from Hyuk-ju!
At least he sits up. You're just advertising it.
I even got you out of study hall.
You sure you're good? You're not getting beat up?
Are you sick of me?
You two are in my class next year too.
So that's why the famed Karl Marx and Max Wertheimer...
Mr LEE. You have guests.
- You're Mr LEE Dong-ju? - Yes.
Let's step outside
What for?
You have students here. Let's step outside
I have students here, so wait outside.
Wait.
Quiet down.
Where were we?
- Why? - Yes, why!
Marx wanted to know,
why the poor were always poor
and lazy rich bastards were always rich.
Privatization of the means of production.
Privatization...
Privatization of...
Privatization of production.
- Lets have some tea. - Unbelievable!
Hey, kid!
The guy on the rooftop. His light hasn't been on.
Did he go somewhere?
- He went to jail. - What?
Detectives came by and arrested him.
- Isn't he a teacher? - He is.
Then why?
That's his day job, but who knows hat he does at night.
Hey, Wan-deuk!
Dung got arrested for helping foreign workers.
That's a crime?
It's because they're illegal immigrants.
He's at the Nambu Prison.
Who says?
My mom heads the school committee.
But Dung-Zoo...
He might get fired.
CHUNG Yoon-ha!
Yeah?
- Let's go see Dung-Zoo. - Mr LEE?
- Where is he? - The police station.
- Why? - Beats me.
But why should we go?
Just because.
The weather is nice.
And it's Saturday.
Okay.
An unexpected duo.
The best and the worst, side by side.
Sit down.
Why are you in here, sir?
Did she miss school that day?
Detectives came and got me.
But why did they take you?
Beats me.
Maybe I skipped my taxes.
It's okay I'll be out soon.
How do you know that?
Why are you here?
You need test tips or something?
Go home! You shouldn't be in places like this.
Don't worry about me.
Hey you, DOH Wan-deuk!
What are you, her bodyguard?
You just stand there and then leave?
Did you take some food over?
Huh?
Never mind, idiot!
Your teacher is stuck in a place like this,
and you act like you're on a field trip.
Did you ever stop by the church?
No one was there.
All right. Go home.
Go on.
He looks so miserable.
Letter paper is really cheap these days.
What about letter paper?
No, I just.
- You wrote me a letter! - No, I didn't!
You wrote me a letter!
Come on.
Hurry up!
Read it at home!
I'll read now, or I won't ever.
Everything I see these days looks like you.
The clouds, the flowers, and even the moon.
Give it back.
The clouds, the flowers?
What are you, in kindergarten?
What? Kindergarten?
Give it back!
- Come on! - No! I'm gonna read it every day.
Huh?
Eat.
Salty...
Who's that?
- A classmate. - Why is she here?
She's going on a diet.
What is this, a fitness center?
- Did you warm up? - Yes, sir.
Hey, kid!
What's your name?
CHUNG Yoon-ha.
You be the referee.
And...
Start!
Head!
Stomach!
Are you okay?
Learn how to lose first.
Getting hit will teach you how to dodge.
Don't just wait to strike. Watch your opponent move.
Yes, sir.
You should eat roasted garlic.
- Huh? - That's what CHOO Shin-soo eats.
I'm not a baseball player.
I'll be your manager from now on.
Okay.
They've gone mad.
Have you all gone mad?
Why are you studying so hard?
Mr LEE!
He wasn't at the office before!
You like studying without me?
Yes!
You missed me, eh?
I can't handle all this love.
Where's my stick?
That's better.
If you skipped study hall, turn yourselves in.
Don't wet your pants, now.
Exams are coming up.
Those scores go on your permanent record.
Don't study other stuff during music or gym!.
Those teachers worked hard to be teachers too.
- What? - Go take a shower.
You smell.
It stinks!
To think I came straight here, in case you might worry.
I'm going to the sauna. Do whatever.
Hey.
How is he still teaching after getting arrested?
How would I know?
You live next-door.
Sir!
Mr LEE!
He must be out. Let's just go, Dad.
Mr LEE?
- Come on in. - Here, sir.
You brought me tofu!
- Come in. - Yes.
The house is a mess after the cops came through.
But why take a good man like you?
There's an old fart who exploits foreign workers.
He reported me.
Why?
Because I reported him first.
Are you in some kind of group?
No, there's no group.
Just like-minded people who come together for a cause.
We reported a big place, and they fought back.
So how's business at the markets?
It's hard to get settled.
Big markets have unions
and the good spots are taken.
What happened to Hassan?
He and his wife got deported.
Why?
They didn't realize their visas expired.
That's how most of them become illegal immigrants.
But some lousy employers take advantage of that too.
Won't you get arrested again if you keep helping them?
Is it illegal to be friends with foreign workers?
There's no such law.
So the church is just a gathering place for them.
- It's a real church. - It's not some cult?
No, it's not a damn cult.
But I kept praying and he won't answer.
You prayed?
See you at home, Dad.
Hey! What did you pray for?
Prayer should come from the heart, Wan-deuk!
Forty-six! Forty-seven...
Fifty!
- DOH Wan-deuk. - He already took his.
- He came and got it? - Yes.
You little punk!
Go get it.
Throw them one by one!
Kick it!
Mr LEE!
Yes.
What?
- It's my class now! - Right.
You punks could've woken me up.
Wan-deuk!
Want to spar with a kid from another gym?
Where are you going?
He went up! You check the left side.
A thief?
Sir!
What are you doing here?
- Wait... - What? Where?
Your side?
Why did you...
Sir!
This wasn't what I meant in my prayers!
Out of the way, mutt!
It's a cat, you idiot.
Put me down. Hurry.
Are you okay?
No, I'm dying. You asshole.
You could've just called 911, you moron.
Now I know what you prayed for.
Of all the things...
Stop talking, sir.
How could you pray for...
You kicked me on purpose, didn't you?
You knew it was me!
Get that cab. Taxi!
Don't skip study hall just because your teacher is away.
- I expect the utmost behavior. - Yes, sir.
Dung got arrested again?
- He fractured his ribs. - How?
Kickboxing.
He's really lost his marbles now.
EAST SEOUL ORTHOPEDICS
- To think, my one and only son... - It's because I'm your only son.
That's why you reported my factory?
You made their lives miserable.
I followed the letter of the Law.
No, you did everything to avoid the law.
Where are you going?
Come in.
- Come and sit down. - I saw you had a visitor.
Stop worrying about foreigners! Just worry about teaching.
Are you thinking of marrying a foreigner or something?
Get your own life together!
Remember Tilo from Vietnam, Dad?
The woman who cut off her finger while working sheet metal.
You just sent her home.
This is a business and I can't keep employees who can't work.
But you should've gotten her treated.
Did you even compensate her?
How could you work her until her hand rots.
Then send her away?
Those people all slave for your factory.
Oh, right.
You always took advantage of the helpless.
- I keep forgetting that. - Driver!
- Yes, Chairman LEE!
You worthless fool.
- Did you kick him? - I'm sorry, sir.
- You should've kicked harder!
Lousy old fart.
I'll get you for this.
You have my glasses?
They said it's a tiny fracture.
Do you know how dangerous this area is?
- I could die. - Where did you get the keys?
You should've turned the lights on.
I was trying to when you charged in.
And your dad gave me the keys to look after you.
You thought something happened to me?
Something happened to me.
The old man sent his goons to take me away.
- I guess he's rich. - Sure.
He inherited his father's assets.
Then you're rich too.
- You won't like me if I'm rich? - I don't like you anyway.
I already know that, asshole.
Why did you pretend to be poor?
I am poor.
You know where I live.
It's not the same.
You don't have a mother who had to marry for money.
You never got taunted for having a disabled father.
You've never starved...
Humiliated for taking home handouts.
You think you've got it so tough?
Your father was just born that way.
Is that his fault?
He couldn't give you everything, but did he ever starve you?
You can't afford humiliation when you're really poor!
You idiot.
You'll see when you're older.
The fact that you were ashamed by that is more humiliating.
You get a kick out of me.
'How could anyone be so completely pathetic?'
That's what you're thinking.
Of course.
You're pathetic for blaming everyone but yourself.
You've got some nerve, visiting your victim
without even a fruit basket.
Get out of here!
Where are you going? The gym?
Just go on a date instead. Don't get beat up again.
Your mother is a great cook, eh?
Be good to her.
Your father looked pretty old.
Why don't you be good to him?
You always have to get the last word!
Getting beat up and hospitalized by a student.
So humiliating!
Your face...
Oh, this?
It's just a sports thing.
Oh...
I heard you're kickboxing. It must be hard.
How did you know?
Mr LEE told me. How is he?
Well enough.
I never thought your dad would let you kickbox.
I'm pretty stubborn.
I'm stubborn too.
Impossible, really.
Do you want to meet him?
You can go on Sunday.
Sunday...
She works on Sundays.
The perfect excuse.
Are you sure about this?
Yes, sir.
They might be better off as it is.
Still...
I think it's worth giving it a try.
Fine.
- Then what do I get? - Huh?
I excused you from class and study hall.
What makes you special? Nothing is free, kid.
- You're on the paper route? - Yes.
Good.
I can't find a paper worth the money.
Swipe me a paper.
You can read the news online.
You take your computer into the john?
Why, I oughta!
It's so humiliating, I can't even tell anyone.
Go on your trip.
- I'll carry that. - It's okay.
No, I can carry it.
- Cut it, Min-ku! - Cut!
- Min-ku! The insoles! - Insoles!
Come get your super-duper insoles!
Yes, ma'am!
Thank you, sir!
Thank you very much!
That's good!
Super-duper insoles! Get them right!
Wan-deuk! Wan-deuk is here!
I felt bad for Wan-deuk, but not for you.
Is that why you left your baby behind?
Why are you back after all this time?
Because I finally found him!
Giving birth doesn't make a mother.
You haven't done very well either.
What?
He does the laundry, the dishes, and eats by himself!
You said you could take care of him!
Did you know that Wan-deuk has no friends?
Did you know that he's alone all the time?
You think giving him food and an allowance is everything?
I would've stayed had I known, even if I hated you!
You must be hungry.
I should get... some food ready.
Did you come to Korea to cook?
It's getting late. We should head back.
Welcome!
Look around.
- What size do you wear? - I'm okay.
What size?
She looks like a size seven to me.
Show us a seven, then.
Not flat like this, but with some height.
We've got heels over here and some over there.
What about this one?
- Try it on. It's nice. - It's okay.
It just came in.
It's okay.
Then how about this one?
It's nice and colorful. Try it on.
Try this one.
See, he's buying it for you. That's a nice shoe.
She's obviously not from here. How do you know each other?
It's a perfect fit!
You should get it.
No, just wear it now.
How much are they?
It's thirty-five dollars, but just pay thirty-three.
I'll put these in too.
That's thirty, and that's five.
Here.
The change, please.
How do you know each other? She's a nervous wreck.
She's my mother.
My mother.
When you came to Korea to get married,
did you already know about dad?
Did you know he was disabled?
No.
That's not important.
The heart...
The heart is important to me.
Thank you for the shoes.
The food is a bit salty.
I don't eat as salty as dad does.
And maybe try not to be so nervous next time.
Wan-deuk.
I wanted to say your name.
I have a favor to ask.
Huh?
I want to hug you once.
Hey, KIM!
Good to have you
- Do-jin! - Yes, sir.
- Is that thim? - Yes.
Say hello.
- Should we get started? - Sure.
You good?
Yes, sir.
Fight!
There you go!
Put your guard up!
Relax!
Steady your breathing!
Stop!
- You okay, kid? - Steady breath!
Fight!
Good!
Put your guard up!
Three! Four! Five! Six!
Seven! Eight!
Are you okay?
To the center!
Fight!
Stop!
You did good.
Are you okay?
- Coach. - Yeah?
How can three minutes go on this long?
If you can still joke, you're fine.
Keep it light. Using force makes it harder.
Got it?
Knockout!
Hey, Wan-deuk!
DOH Wan-deuk! Can you see me?
That was good enough.
The kid you fought. He ranks third in the youth division!
Third...
Damn kid's marbles are still running loose.
You should laugh like that more often, kid!
Are you okay?
You worked yourself too hard.
Even your eyes are red.
Can you see me?
Hey!
What was that for?
What are you, my boyfriend?
Let's go. Dung-Zoo might come.
Dung-Zoo is here.
You little punk. Dung-Zoo, huh?
What were you doing sitting so close?
- We kissed. - What?
My brother and sister.
Why are you all lovey-dovey inside a church?
What are you here for?
I'm a minister here, my brother.
- What? - Why so surprised, idiot?
- Never seen a minister before? - No.
At least, not one like you.
Who said you could kiss in a church?
- Are you sure this is a church? - This is a holy place!
Faith, hope, love! And the cross!
A minister.
It's a church, all right.
Come to your senses, Yoon-ha.
Why are you hanging around a kid like this?
He gets worse grades than Hyuk-ju!
You'd be better off with Hyuk-ju.
Yoon-ha, let's go.
Every man to his trade, eh?
I can't understand kids these days.
Wan-deuk!
How did you win her over,
when you're last in our class?
What do you want?
Huh?
What are you asking me?
Bastard!
How did Wan-deuk win you over?
Huh?
What do women like?
I didn't know there were still hunchbacks these days.
Here.
Say...
Are you busy?
Give me a few minutes.
Who is that? Do you know him?
- Asawa ko. - What?
My husband.
You'll be seniors after winter break.
Look at you punks, all scared.
Don't let it get you down!
Enjoy your vacation!
Exercise and build up your strength!
Nothing you do now will change
what college you go to.
And college isn't the only college out there.
The whole world is waiting to teach you.
I'd like some kind of reaction when I say something inspirational.
I meant to teach homeroom,
for Wan-deuk and Hyuk-ju's sake.
But the principal told me not to.
The parents' committee says I don't make you study enough.
You better say 'Hi' in the halls.
Yes, sir!
See you next year. Happy New Year.
Wan-deuk. Did you eat breakfast?
Want to go get some ramen?
- Sure. - Huh?
Let's go.
Hey, but I only have three bucks on me.
Welcome!
- How much is the hen? - Four dollars and fifty cents.
- Three, please. - Okay.
You should get the chicken. Hens are hard to chew.
It's not because they're cheaper. Your father likes these.
Eat up, everyone.
We should've done this sooner.
Come and sit down.
It feels like I'm chewing on a tire.
What kind of chicken is this, sir?
It's an old hen.
It's very chewy and flavorful. Try some.
- Sit down with us. - Yes, have a seat.
This is fit for animals.
Watch it!
You really need constant supervision.
This is nice and sour. What is it?
It's Filipino food. How is it?
Oh!
-It's called Sinigang. - Sinigang!
Like kimchi stew in Korea.
Yes, it is very similar!
Kimchi stew, my ass!
Asshole! Asshole!
- This is my uncle. - Oh.
And over here...
- This is my mother. - Oh, I see.
Hi.
- An international marriage. - Yes.
Wan-deuk gets his good looks from his mother.
- From me, too. - Right.
Did you think about my proposal, Mr DOH?
I'd love to, but I haven't much to offer.
All I need is your time, sir.
I'll take care of the rest.
It's no big secret. Mr DOH and I...
We're going to start a great new art business.
Uncle Min-ku, too.
We're opening a dance school.
- A dance school? - Yeah.
- Where? - Our church, of course.
They let you do that at church?
It's mine, so I'll do what I want with it.
- How is the church yours? - I bought it.
Put in every last penny and even got a loan.
It's a big church.
We can hold cultural events for our neighbors.
And there's even a room, called the 'Loving Room'.
So now you'll make a ruckus with all the dancing.
I don't know why you won't come out of your house.
Get out, exercise, and learn some dance.
We'll give you a half-price deal.
Of course!
- Private lessons from Uncle Min-ku. - Okay.
No, not okay.
Let's toast to our own cultural center!
- Cheers! - Cheers!
RE-ENCHANTING HUMANITY
Everything I see these days looks like you, Ho-jeong.
The clouds, the flowers, and even the moon.
I love you.
I'm sorry.
I'm just drunk.
- Don't be an idiot. - Huh?
JIMYUNG MULTICULTURAL CENTER
The multicultural center opens today.
The man from next-door was actually a painter.
- Hello. - Hi.
Have some snacks! Take a brochure!
Lots of people came.
Dad is teaching dance theory
and Uncle Min-ku is doing the dancing.
Mom is teaching other foreigners how to cook.
At least give me a helper when you're exploiting me!
Or give me some food!
Selfish bastards, hogging all the food.
Where's Ho-jeong?
Where the hell did she go?
Ho-jeong is teaching Korean
and Dong-ju is flirting with her.
According to Dad, it seems Mom will move in with us.
Having a mother inside our home.
It's pretty hard to imagine.
Isn't your match today? Dad and I will be there.
Our son is the best!
Ya!!!
It's too early for this!
What's wrong with you?
Damn, this hangover.
Hey, throw me some rice.
Got any pumpkin porridge?
Wan-deuk, you motherfucker! Let me fucking sleep!
lfyou want to scream, just go to the mountain!
Throw me two pumpkin porridges.
Don't you like pumpkin porridge?
But...
My stomach is all queasy, honey.