[Episode 4]
Every day, 'My sweetie,' that's all he heard.
He would.
So his sister says, 'No, I think...'
'My baby?'
You're lovely when you laugh.
Isn't that everyone?
No.
Not from what I've seen.
Don't talk to others about me.
Because they'll say I'm crazy for my wife?
Hm.
Who cares.
And thanks.
For what?
For not changing. Even after all these years.
Quite a trick.
You should know.
At home anyway. Never mind when you're out.
You're killing me.
Kidding.
If you call that a joke.
Make it up to me.
Then I'll forgive you.
Forgive me, huh?
I mean it.
Inside.
No one's coming.
Talk about a buzz kill.
Come in.
Did you eat?
Yes.
What?
Japanese.
What?
She quit.
What? Her job?
Yes.
Why?
Thank her for the rice rolls.
I got it, I got it.
Stop coaching me already.
Got it.
Wait up. C'mon.
We're back. Here.
Thanks.
I love rice rolls. Any left?
They're no good as leftovers.
I'll make some tomorrow.
I was just talking. Rolls are a pain.
Lunch would have been better.
I didn't get any.
Why?
Yes.
It's me.
Where are my folks? The living room?
No.
I'll call in 30 minutes. Let me in on the sly.
I got a dog.
Don't tell anyone.
Right.
Queenie, no barking, no whining.
You weren't abandoned, it's just for a week.
I'll look after you.
11 o'clock. Bedtime.
Sure.
I'm here.
Thanks.
Rule 1, hush. Rule 2, hush.
No barking. Never. That would be bad.
Do your business.
Can't go?
Go on.
Nervous?
Okay. Go on.
That's not our show. Is it boring?
It's on commercial break. Why so many commercials?
If you say that we're in trouble.
No kidding.
Goodnight.
Hm. Night.
Where's that Muom?
Here. Night-night.
Make yourself at home.
Nana.
Where are you?
Why?
It's after midnight.
I'm home.
You are?
Right now.
You didn't say goodnight?
I'm kinda sick.
Sick?
A little.
Something you ate?
It's nothing. An upset tummy.
Out drinking again?
No. Eating.
I'm fine. Go to bed.
You're really home?
Would I lie?
Definitely.
Should I clean up and say goodnight?
Never mind.
Okay, Nana. Goodnight.
Uh-huh.
You say goodnight back, not uh-huh.
Why?
It's old school.
Cause I'm old.
Not to me. You're a cutie.
Bite your tongue.
Go ahead. Goodnight.
Goon-night.
Not goon. Good...
Good-bye!
Who is it?
Me. What's up?
Nothing.
Open up.
Um...
Stay. S-T-A-Y.
Watching something?
No.
Well?
What?
Someone here?
Someone? A girl?
As if. Take a look.
Why was it locked?
Mom walks in.
I was changing.
And Kim Hyanggi?
Nothing to tell.
We weren't actually dating.
Breaking up would mean we were.
You know, just let it drop off over time.
Girls are different these days.
It's cool.
Don't make the family look bad.
You think I would?
I smell dog.
Dog?
Ah, it's me.
I was at Yomin's.
What?
Wait, wait.
Just for a week. Yomin's on a trip.
Mom's allergic.
She'll stay in my room.
His mom is in Hawaii, his sister's in Japan.
Poor puppy.
Take it to a dog hotel.
No way. That's why he asked for my help.
Some hotel. A kennel is a prison.
Look at that face. Could you do that to her?
Mom is more...
Not one paw outside.
And Dad?
It's a secret.
Just for a week. Give me that much.
Where did he go?
New York.
New York?
That's why I'm helping.
She'd feel abandoned in a kennel.
Dogs get heartsick.
Just like people.
You can't be with it all day.
It's fine.
Mom and Nana volunteer every day.
Our housekeeper can walk her and such.
I've always wanted a dog.
Isn't she adorable?
Her name's Queenie.
Queenie.
Trust me, okay?
Ten-hut!
Come to order.
Salute.
Solidarity.
At ease.
Any illness?
None.
Hats.
Hey.
You busy today?
I have class.
Cloth diapers.
Why?
Cloth? Not disposables?
Baby's skin is sensitive.
It's better for them.
Who's washing them?
Not me.
There are services for that.
Use disposables.
For Yongjun's sake, 'Kay?
Okay.
Cut your hair short.
It would suit you.
I don't think so.
Never know till you try.
I did once.
When? Aren't you tired of it?
In school. Yongjun hates it.
Wanna bet? He loves it.
I know a good shop.
I'll think about it.
Looks good.
Muom?
He's tired.
At his age? Wake him.
You go.
Ma’am.
What? Not hungry?
No good?
On a hunger strike?
Hwaom?
Breakfast.
Say I'm not hungry, that I'm sick.
Dad's orders, huh?
Just one bite.
We have fish?
She won't eat her food.
Of course but it's salted.
Make some without the salt.
After Mom leaves.
Of course.
Stay here a second.
I'll put in an appearance.
Feeling poorly?
No.
We eat breakfast together in this house.
Yessir.
You going out today?
Aroma of 1,000 Miles.
The Chinese restaurant?
Hm.
What about your digestion?
I'll keep it simple. Mapa tofu or something.
Nana, the aroma of wine travels 100 miles,
flowers 1,000 miles, and people 10,000 miles.
True, very true.
People, huh?
How far does yours travel?
Across the Pacific to the States.
And to my friend in Paris.
A girl?
Would I lie?
Catching a chill? Or a cold?
No.
Water.
Oh.
That's age for you.
Why?
She's not old.
Close the window.
Ma’am.
At a certain age we catch colds as easy as babies.
Just a tickle in my throat.
Found anyone for Hwaom?
Plenty. He could start next month if he wanted.
That would be great.
Nana wants great-grandbabies.
Meet a few at least.
Don't ask him. Set it up.
Right, women deal with other women.
Men with other men.
Everyone is different. We'll look her over first.
Different from my day, that's for sure.
Dieting and what-not.
That's just on TV.
Take a walk. Plenty of log legs out there.
Do you have a type?
I'm no fatalist.
I won't be forced into marriage.
Who's forcing? A few dates, that's all.
It's not fair to them.
You going to wait till you're dead?
I'll find my match.
Somehow, somewhere.
Where?
Not if you don't try.
The smallest tasks require effort, never mind the human heart.
You expect her to fall out of the sky, this match of yours?
I just want it to happen naturally.
Easy to say.
I'm sorry.
So you say.
Who knows what tomorrow will bring at my age?
Much less tonight?
You have years left.
I've lived long enough.
I'll pray for you, 100 bows.
I swear.
Better yet, 3,000.
3,000?
Better safe than sorry, right?
All in a day, to save time.
3,000? Impossible.
Girls do it, don't they?
It's good exercise.
Does it work?
The reason why Master Seongcheol made people do the 3,000 bow before Buddha
was to free themselves of care and focus their minds.
Yes, I've heard that.
A friend of mine is a Buddhist. Very devout.
Do it.
Not for me. For a good woman.
Right.
If it's that good, join me.
What would I pray for?
I'm not a Buddhist.
The Buddha wouldn't care for me pulling that on him.
Plenty of non-Buddhists do it.
Christians, Catholics. For the exercise.
It's good for you.
How so?
Total body workout.
Nothing to pray for?
You love dogs.
A dog?
Never.
Maybe in your new house.
Um, you can hurt yourself, too.
Not if you do it right.
Other people do it.
There's no reason Hwaom can't.
I should to it instead, to set a date.
He should to it himself.
Mothers do it for sons all the time.
It works.
I appreciate it.
Hm.
I'll just say I did it.
Pray that he finds a good woman.
Ma’am.
Every bow.
Sure.
Always busy.
Work?
A friend.
Hey.
What?
Uchol's mother?
Why? How?
I'll be late tonight.
You're on your own.
Mom says we're making dinner.
Sandwiches, how I've missed you.
You buying?
You won't like what he buys.
Or you can show off.
You want us to cook?
It's easy. Tater salad.
Easy to say.
You can't make a tater sandwich for your master?
Nope.
Everyone knows that much.
You do, right?
Never tried it.
Perfect.
You're quite a pair.
That's why we're besties.
I'm hungry, I need food to paint.
You a baby?
Till I get married.
You're soaking me dry here.
When did we ever?
You so did.
C'mon.
Okay.
The cards in my wallet.
I've seen Mom do it but that's it.
Look it up on the 'Net.
Potatoes and eggs, maybe?
Boiled and chopped up.
My brother loves his food.
Too much.
It's cause he stopped smoking.
I think it's cute.
He'd better get married.
Who needs a sister-in-law?
He's better off.
But then there are babies.
The pitter patter of little feet?
Why isn't he interested in girls?
He is.
Nuh-uh.
So he says.
Hello.
I'm looking for Jang Hwaom, if you could please?
Potty break.
I'll be at the elevators.
Good afternoon.
Mr. Jang Hwaom, please come to the first floor information desk.
Jang Hwaom, the first floor information desk please.
This is fine.
Of course.
Did you hear? Hwaom.
Huh?
Your brother. At the information desk.
They called his name?
Hm.
The information desk?
This way.
Baby!
When did you get here?
It's been a year.
You didn't call?
How could I?
Right, my number changed.
You know her?
Hwaom.
It's Sondong.
Don't you remember?
Who?
You're Jang Hwaom?
I am.
In Hannam... I'm Baek Sondong.
You must have the wrong guy.
Your brother is Jang Muom?
I don't have a brother.
Sorry.
I've thought about you.
You have?
Of course.
You married?
Not yet.
Hwaom's been a pain.
About what?
Stuff.
It's broken.
So?
Pay up.
The club chick.
Did I run into you?
You did.
Look where you're going.
Not at your phone.
You knocked it out of my hand.
When you ran into me?
Keep it in your purse.
I found your dog.
A dog's a dog.
Now. Pay me.
'Now Pay me.' Don't think I know her.
You owe me.
C'mon.
I'm your daddy now?
It's both our faults. Get a screen protector.
It won't protect it from this.
Inside voice, granny.
Granny?
Mind your manners.
I'll transfer the money, what's your account number?
You don't have it?
Too bad, so sad.
It's both our faults.
Fine. Pay $100 to fix it, but keep the broken screen.
They won't let you at first, but argue that it's your screen.
Then sell it for $70-80. That leaves you with $20-30 less.
But here's $50, happy?
So, um... What's your number?
What do you say we go out?
What for? Come on.
Jerk.
Ugh.
Old hag.
What hag?
Did you see her groceries?
Maybe she's helping her mom or living on her own?
Try to be nice.
You saw her. Senseless.
Senseless...
You buy something else?
No. That dog.
Which dog?
The club.
Again?
Did you get his number?
Again? It's so fate.
Go ahead. He's on the first floor.
Han Kilung's Purity Number 5. I'd like to buy it.
Of course. One moment.
Sure.
Hm?
Ma’am, someone wants to buy a painting.
Which one?
Han Kilung's Purity Number 5.
Our director.
Hello. A pleasure.
Hello.
You want the Han Kilung?
Yes.
Have you bought from us before?
No.
I've been her less than 2 years myself.
I see.
Shall we change the frame?
No. It's perfect.
One of our better woodworkers.
Shall we?
Where will you display it?
At home.
This is the age of art over technology.
But price doesn't indicate quality.
Han Kilung may not have Im Yongsop's technique.
But the work has soul, wouldn't you say?
Yes.
How much?
Do you need a bill of sale?
The same Hwaom as the Flower Garland Sutra?
No, different spelling.
People think your family is Buddhist?
Yes. Very much so.
And no ring.
[Subtitles provided by MBC Translated by D. Bannon]