Breathless Page #2

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I gave you in the morning?

C*nt!

What do you think 20,000 is worth?

I ordered some Chinese and that was it.

Hurry up and give it to me.

You took 50,000 from my wallet

without asking the day before yesterday.

Well, I thought I could help myself,

seeing as you left it lying around.

But it's not like it's your money.

Why are you getting f***ing worked up,

like it's your own money?

F***ing b*tch.

Well, it's not your money.

Then you take care of the house

with that money.

You can do all the grocery shopping

and cooking and cleaning,

and get accused of being

a thieving b*tch by dad.

Shut it, f***ing b*tch.

Are you losing it cos you want to die? C*nt.

Give me the money

while I'm asking you nicely, f***ing c*nt.

Otherwise I'm going to tear

your panties to pieces.

F***ing c*nt.

Eat.

Aww, my daughter's made dinner for me.

Your mother's lost her mind

meeting other men,

but my daughter's a good girl. My girl.

Have you seen my bank book?

I can't find it in the drawer

or in the closet.

Your mother hasn't run off

with it again, has she?

I earned that money

getting shot by bullets in Vietnam.

Your mother hasn't spent it all

on other men, has she?

Dad, you left your bank book

with me, remember?

You told me to do the housekeeping.

As it's all under control,

don't worry. Eat your dinner.

Is that so? Okay, you take care of

the housekeeping.

What did you put in the food?

You put rat poison in it, didn't you?

You put rat poison in it

to kill your old man, didn't you?

F***ing b*tch.

Trying to kill your old man off

with rat poison

cos he's incompetent

and good for nothing eh?

What would I put in the food?

I cooked it with the groceries

I just bought.

Why would I want to kill you, dad?

Stop picking faults and eat up.

Eat up?

Ha! You mean hurry and eat up

the rat poison and die?

You f***ing b*tch,

opening up your c*nt to f***ers.

You're just like you're mother.

Go and find your mum!

Off you go! Go get her!

Where do you think she is?

She's dead. Don't you remember?

Go find your mum! Go get her.

I haven't seen her in a while.

Do I need to go search?

Hey have you not found it yet?

No. I think we're near,

but there are so many houses here.

We're only taking all f***ing day, cockhead.

You a high schooler?

No, I graduated.

The f***ing cockhead's playing games.

F***.

This is it.

That didn't take you long,

did it now, you wanker.

Hey! Open the door!

F***ing a**hole.

You f***ing wanker,

it's cos you took so long finding it.

Hey, let's go.

F***ing prick.

Son of a b*tch!

Cos you made those f***ing dog noises,

you got found,

ain't that right? Son of a b*tch.

Hey! How much is it

for this son of a b*tch?

You heard that right?

Hand it over now.

I'll be able to pay it back

if you give me ten days.

What you f***ing playing at,

you f***ing cock?

You thinking of doing a runner?

Work us harder, eh?

Do you know what it's like to get up at 4:30

and go around collecting money?

Because of you, I had to get up at 4:30.

But, why the hell are you

missing out the 'please'.

Don't you know how to pronounce the word?

It's not that...

We have a lot more places to stop by.

So, you've got ten seconds to decide.

You get to decide

if we turn into saints or devils

in ten seconds. Got it?

That's two seconds gone.

You motherf***er!

He said ten seconds, you f***er.

F***! It hasn't even been

eight seconds. Eight!

How many houses left?

Six.

Make sure you collect it properly.

Got it. Here...

Oi!

Hurry up and stuff it down your trap.

Earlier on you looked like

you could kill someone.

Now you aren't so tough eh?

You high schooler bastard.

- Hey!

- Yes.

Finish up and come out.

You a high school kid?

F***ing c*nt.

Take the children outside.

What's this. You bastard, eh?

I'm your dad, you f***ing bastard.

The f***er who goes round

beating people to a pulp.

He thinks he'll never get it himself.

But there's gonna be a day when the f***er

gets f***ing beaten to a pulp too.

But that day's f***ing today

and the guy doing the beating

is a f***ing c*nt.

There's even an audience.

So I'm saying if you borrowed something,

pay it back.

Why you putting it off?

Making bastards like me come and visit.

I'm sorry, I'm wrong.

Let me offjust the once.

The f***ing fathers of this country

are all such c*nts.

He's a f***ing fool

but when it comes to his family,

he's Mr. Kim ll Sung.

You Kim II Sung? You f***er.

You Kim II Sung?

Eh? F***ing shithead?

Son of a b*tch!

Eh?

- You bastard.

- Stop. Please stop.

Boss!

I'm here.

Ohh, you're early?

F***ing bastard. I woke up at 4:30.

You f***ing around?

Hey, c*nt. We have newbies here.

You gonna show

such disrespect for the boss?

What they gonna learn?

What have you taught them?

Teach my ass.

They do fine without any teaching.

Oh?

Wow. Who would've thought I'd see the day

Kim Sang Hoon gives out compliments.

Well done.

But...

Aren't you a high schooler?

I graduated.

Did you?

Okay.

Hand me the collected funds.

How much is there?

Woohoo... you managed to collect a lot.

The two of you are

a match made in heaven.

And this is the change from

the Chinese food, taxi ride

and snacks for the boys.

That's fine. Don't worry about it.

Normally you'd get your pay monthly.

But seeing that you came out at daybreak

and worked your f***ing ass off.

- Here, take this.

- Thank you.

Hey! You don't need the money now,

do you, Kim Sang Hoon?

Hey. Let's go for a drink.

Hey! I want to have another drink,

but seeing as you guys were

out all day working your asses off.

Go home and get some rest.

I bet you're tired.

Let's go for a drink next time.

Round up all the family

and go someplace nice.

Put out the pussies like this.

Good idea, isn't it?

- Hwan Gyu. Innit, Hwan Gyu?

- Sure.

Hwan Gyu, you go ahead.

Sang Hoon and I need to talk.

- Then I'll be off then.

- Alright now.

Thank you.

Off you go.

That bastard's quick.

Cute, isn't it?

Then live with him. Bastard.

I don't like a**holes, bastard.

If you've got something to say,

say it now. So I can get going.

F***er.

Yeah, got something to say.

How's your old man doing?

Take this to him, eh?

It's not like he knows how to do anything.

Do you think he's even eating properly?

I'll pass it on to him today.

Tell him it's from the president of his fan club.

I'm off.

Hey!

For orphan bastards like me.

Even having a dad like that

would be swell. F***er.

You having a drink, f***er?

Your fan told me to pass this onto you.

Lucky you!

There's a bastard out there

who gives you money.

Have a drink.

Did you lace it with rat poison,

knowing I was coming?

Drink.

Drink!

Drink.

Drink!!

Drink.

If you're gonna take a good beating,

then you better make sure your stomach's full, eh?

Sorry.

What are you sorry for?

Who you are sorry to, huh? Me?

What are you sorry to me for?

What are you sorry for? F***er.

What are you sorry for, f***er.

Why are you sorry?

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