[Episode 34]
My son isn't lacking in manners I trust?
No.
We all have a type.
Which do you prefer?
Well...
Maybe a favorite celebrity?
Kim Suhyon?
Any foreign stars?
Tom Cruise. But taller.
You skip dinner?
No. But just a bite or two.
If that.
I prefer eating at home.
You're so thin.
That's nice for a lady, but still.
We can't invite osteoporosis.
Ma’am.
Have you spoken to Nadan?
Yes.
I swear, this is like pulling teeth.
Any dreams of your own?
We all need dreams.
In relationships, for example.
Say when it comes to eating.
One is elegant, refined, likes some atmosphere.
The other doesn't care, just shovels the food in.
At first it doesn't matter much.
But it can be wearing.
You prefer listening to speaking?
Yes.
My mother says that listening is an important art.
There's the 1-2-3s of conversation.
1. Speak. 2. Listen. 3. Nod.
First you must speak.
Just listening won't do.
You can't play ping-pong alone.
The shoes don't make the ballerina.
It takes years of training.
Just as it does with relationships.
At least try.
You serve, you return the serve.
Not always one or the other.
A few swipes is no fun at all.
You understand?
Yes.
Women must manipulate men.
They're hunters.
Not people, not individuals, just fools that love the chase.
They don't like an easy hunt.
Make him think he caught you.
That's how you control him.
The battle of the sexes?
Even stuck in a tank, one fish dominates the others.
It keeps them alive.
Ma’am...
Hm?
I thought he was a person. I don't know how to manipulate.
Ugh, one of those.
Master the art of small talk.
You don't have to care.
He's just a man, after all.
Feign interest.
'Oh, really? You're so right.'
Don't bother listening. Just bat your eyes.
You can do that at least.
Yes.
So cosmopolitan.
Any shows coming up?
At Christmas.
We'll have to attend.
If you don't a lot, at least try a little of everything.
She's pretty enough, but sheesh.
Hm?
How could she?
What?
She up and left.
What?
I'm hungry. I can't talk about it.
I'm on my way.
No explanation?
Nope.
Well, she was on the phone with her family.
Some kind of emergency, like that matters.
'Not again,' she said.
The nerve.
She said, 'No,' hung up, packed and left.
Without making me food.
So rude.
I'm sooo hungry.
She'll get hers. Thinking she can have a life.
I want meat.
Did we eat it all?
Where...? We had 3kg.
When did we eat it?
Did she eat that, too?
Come on, let's go.
Yes.
I'm especially fond of line drawings.
I trust you'll do more of those.
Yes.
I'm heading to the bank.
If you'll pardon me.
A deposit?
Yes.
The price we pay for shopping.
Says the rich girl.
I've been on my own 3 years now.
Which bank?
First Financial.
Dusang Building, 1st Floor.
Thanks.
I personally prefer a larger canvas.
Bright colors, vibrant, alive.
Yet subtle in their variations, surprising the eye.
Any thoughts on an exhibition?
You may make some sales.
Sounds good.
Roasted sweet taters.
Oh, I love them.
I'm lucky that way.
Coffee?
Me, too.
Of course.
Wait.
Your nails.
Allow me.
You don't smoke?
No. It stinks.
I can't stand the stench, not on anyone.
Aren't you persnickety.
But when you work?
I tried it once.
I'd rather have clean nails.
You have a dream?
Not that so much as a life goal.
Oh?
To be healthy.
If you have your health, you have everything.
And you?
A house in the suburbs with a fireplace.
Where I can roast potatoes.
You can do that anytime.
I have a mother and sister.
They won't move out of Seoul.
I would.
It's hot.
You eating?
Later.
Dream on. I'm eating them all.
Is he interested?
I met someone today.
What's he do?
But he's younger.
How much?
Five years.
Who cares?
I don't. But he might.
Men like 'em in their twenties.
Maybe. Or maybe not.
You think?
Is it far?
Where are we?
Samsongyo.
Samsongyo?
I couldn't stand to wake you.
There's a noodle place up ahead.
Ten minutes or so.
Shall we eat there or in the Pyongchang dumpling place?
Wake me...
If I had you'd get a headache.
You hungry?
A little. Well, a lot.
Ten minutes then.
Okay.
Noodle soup...
...and dumplings?
Two soups, one serving dumplings.
Coming up.
You looked exhausted.
Did I snore?
If that's what you call it.
More like a fog horn.
Kidding.
You slept so soft and sweet.
Kidding again?
Nope.
So cute.
You tired?
No.
Bet you are. From lack of food.
I'm not, really.
You're wasting away.
I'm starving, okay?
Been here before?
A friend of mine moved here.
Read my palm.
It's not free.
I'm buying dinner.
It's not enough.
No?
A movie at least.
Done.
Yeah?
Yeah.
There's more?
Yeah.
Dumplings first.
Thanks.
So good.
Hey.
What?
How old is Ms. Mo?
No idea.
You two got along.
I suppose.
Ms. Mo?
Her name is Na-Lisa.
Mona Lisa?
Yep.
No.
A stage name?
She's a curator.
Single? Married?
He didn't ask.
But I'd bet single. Wouldn't you?
Uh-huh.
Pretty?
What did you think?
Well?
What?
How did she look to you?
The fancy ones don't do it for me.
And yet you peeled her tater.
She's a guest.
Never mind those nails.
Blech.
You'll never get married at this rate.
Good kimchi?
Hm.
I'd eat it every day.
You can.
With you?
If I can.
Would you really, sir?
Call me brother.
Ugh.
Why ugh?
When I don't work for Jia.
Fair enough.
Sure.
Muom?
He left?
I think maybe.
He seeing someone?
Not that I know of.
Spit it out.
No one.
Allow me.
A fine meal is a joy to behold.
And relaxing?
Oh, yes.
Better than a couple of drinks.
True.
Ever been to a club?
Once. With friends.
It's not my thing.
You?
On my friend's birthday.
A total bust.
How so?
We wore costumes for the occasion.
The Venerable Kong routine.
I did the monk, she did the old hag.
Brillo pad hair and all.
The other friend was a shaman.
Baby.
Lady...!
Venerable...!
Jerks.
Jerks?
Yeah?
Yeah.
And?
Apologies all around.
So silly. Costumes, smooches and slaps.
Any funny memories, sir?
Nah.
That's no fun.
True.
Ah-hah.
What?
The love of a woman?
Love? I'd have to fall, too.
What about your first love?
Go on.
The love of my life?
Not yet.
We can't all find it.
How wise.
And young.
Can you believe?
There must be a reason.
Sure. Greed.
She rushed off to another house.
For a few lousy bucks.
Anything missing?
Nothing.
We treated her like family.
Gave her a raise, too.
People, I swear, can you believe?
What's done is done.
I know.
What now?
I called day help.
About tomorrow.
I'll be ready. What time?
9am.
What's keeping Nadan?
The clinic needs work.
Where?
The restrooms.
Hold on.
He's with Yaya.
Yaya?
They were getting dumplings.
Call.
It's off.
Yaya.
Hers, too.
How odd.
Surely they're not still together.
I've never had noodle soup so good.
Thanks to you I got some rest, I feel a lot better.
Thanks.
Sorry for the long drive.
Night.
Monday at nine?
Yes. If Jia doesn't need me.
Like she would.
I'm back.
Oh.
Did you eat?
Yes.
The boys aren't home yet?
Hm.
Wash up and see Junso.
Okay.
Are you still hungry?
There's some left.
I'm full.
So tired.
Nice to see him every day?
Yes. I'll sleep with him tonight.
In your bed? That's dangerous.
Junso. Baek Junso.
So sweet.
He knows his auntie.
Junso just smiled at me.
Is Dad in bed?
Hm. Now explain yourself.
You were with Yaya?
Yes.
I dozed off.
In the car?
Yeah. She didn't dare wake me.
You had dumplings?
No. A noodle shop in Samsongyo.
All the same.
Both your phones were off?
Hers was off so naturally...
She's a nice girl.
How nice exactly?
What does she call you?
Sir.
Is it sarcasm?
No. She won't call me brother.
Why?
It's not appropriate, seeing as she works for Jia.
That's right.
She's a real thinker. But polite.
You. She just kept driving?
Yes.
I was worried.
About what?
You know what girls are nowadays.
Unlike sweet little Jia.
Look at that Susannah.
Drinking like a sailor.
What a lush.
Did she call today?
Why would she bother?
We sent her packing.
She's lucky we don't tell people.
Oh, the missus left.
People, I'm telling you.
Hwaom.
Hm.
Why is everyone in bed?
They're tired.
I should have come home sooner.
Someone's birthday?
To welcome you.
Want some?
Sure.
Here.
Thanks.
You haven't changed a bit.
You can be happy with us.
I hope you are.
You'll never cry again, not if I can help it.
Yummy.
I'm sorry.
I can't live like that.
It may mean I'm never happy again.
But I can't stop.
92 sheep... 93 sheep...94 sheep...
198... 199... 200 sheep.
1 chicken... 2 chicks... 3 chicks...
Hey.
You angry?
I'm sorry.
It's Yomin's birthday, I had to go.
Go away.
Don't fuss at me tomorrow.
Not with Yaya here.
Go, go, go.
Yaya here?
Hm.
Trust me.
I'll work super hard now.
You can't even pinky-swear?
Arms up, huh?
You drunk? You been drinking?
Nope.
Go lie down.
I'll sleep here.
Hey.
So tired.
'Mom says come in.'
[Subtitles provided by MBC Translated by D. Bannon]
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Hello, I'm your announcer Yun Yongmi.
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Our first guest is an ordinary person.
Yes.
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