Farewell My Darling Page #5

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If you don't take the car back,

I'll kill myself right here.

Don't be ridiculous!

Why can't I be a son-in-law

in this family.

Who else would overlook your past and

accept you the way you are?

- Bullshit.

- Chan-sook!

- If Dad's here, you're dead.

- Chan-sook!

Bullshit?

Your father is dead, and

that's why we're here.

Chan-sook.

Mom!

Mom!

Chan-sook, my dear.

It's all right.

I know, I know.

I know...

How was Dad?

You'll never know how much he missed

you and cried for you.

Day four San-Yuek, Bin-Sang-Yu Nori

It's chilly out here.

Did you stay up all night?

Yeah.

Go and get some sleep.

Your wife just left.

Hey, hey, this must just be

a misunderstanding.

What a jerk it is!

This son-of-a-b*tch ruined

Chan-sook's life.

- Is that the a**hole?

- Right.

Stop it. You've got the wrong man.

Stop it.

Stupid, you should have listened

to me when I told you not to come.

...Come on. Come on. Hurry up

Stupid. Come on... Hurry up...

You just show up out of the blue and

stir up the whole family...

Let's get you out of here.

Sir, I'd like to pour your

a glass of Soju.

I heard there will be built a expressway

in front of your house.

Aunt, please set another table here.

Their praise of land will be increase

if expressway is built.

Even though expressway is built,

that is good for the rich, not the poor.

We have a lot of things to

take care of

before the coffin can be carried

to the burial site.

The grave hasn't been dug yet.

We'll have a lot more people coming.

We also need pallbearers.

Mother?

Yes?

How dare you!

Where did you get that stupid suit?

You look so sexy in that mourning

dress. Sex-y!

Ouch.

We need more hands here.

Where are the pallbearers?

Did you hear that?

They need my hands.

Is everything going all right?

Who's up there digging the grave?

Don't worry.

I'll take some men up there soon.

Good, good.

Let's just forgive him.

Here they come.

What's going on?

- The air raid siren.

- Air raid? We need to take cover.

I noticed the deceased isn't leaving.

Does he want to put the others

through their paces?

- We ought to hide somewhere.

- Me, too?

What are we supposed to do?

Should we take cover or not.

If you're in the Civil Defense Corps

you take part no matter what.

Damn. Well, the head of the CDC is here.

As long as he's here, we're safe.

Nobody's going to write us up for

not participating.

Time to wake up, sir.

Has the drill started yet?

Ladies and gentlemen,

please sit down and listen.

This house of mourning is now proclaimed

to be extra territoriality.

Please continue with whatever

you were doing.

If you were eating, go ahead and eat.

Those of you in the kitchen, you can

keep on cooking and serving the food.

- He said this was territoriality.

- Let's go.

Those of you who were mourning,

please continue.

You who were making the bier,

please continue.

Go back to your places.

This is extraterritoriality. Go on.

- What did he say?

- Extraterritoriality.

Come on, hurry up.

You can trust me completely.

The chief says you can trust him.

Have some drinks. I, Captain Huh,

take all the responsibility.

Come over here!

Look.

Father's obituary is in the newspaper.

We may need to get some

more meat.

Uncle, we may need another pig.

That's right. We'll need it to put on

the bier tomorrow and for lunch.

How there he shoot the gun

in the funeral!

Nice shot.

Remember,

the gall bladder is mine.

What did you say?

He said, "The gall bladder is mine.''

Why is it yours?

He turns the funeral into

a hunting ground.

This way, please, sir.

This way...

- Do you know the gentleman?

- No, I've never seen him before.

- You stay here.

- Yes, sir.

Sir, do you remember me?

I'm the driver Yoon who ran off

with your car.

Mother, do you know a driver

named Yoon?

- What, a driver named Yoon?

- Yes.

Dad, Dad.

Something's happened.

- What's all this about?

- Dad, the car's gone.

What are you talking about?

- Where's Yoon?

- He's gone too.

Are you sure?

Chan-woo, go home.

He'll be back.

He's got no place else to go.

You son-of-a-b*tch.

You destroyed this family.

How dare you come here!

Why haven't you been struck

by lightning?

Yoon, the driver?

That son-of-a-b*tch.

- What did you say?

- That's Yoon. The driver.

Bastard. Yoon...

How could you do that to

my brother?

Please calm down.

So you are Yoon, our old driver.

You finally came back.

I'm so sorry.

I would have come back earlier,

but I couldn't face him.

I want to make amends for

what I did to you.

Let's just forget it.

Forgive him and rest in peace.

We can't undo the past.

Let's just forget about it.

- Mr. Kim!

- Yes, sir.

Please bring that here.

I know I have no right to ask

you to forgive me.

- But please take this.

- It's full of money!

Haven't you ever seen

money before?

How much is it?

It seems to be more than

a hundred million won.

Excuse me,

I'd like to watch it, too.

As far as the amount of money

is concerned...

...it's far less valuable than

the land this family once owned.

You need to do something with it.

Let's put it in the farmer's cooperative.

Everybody back in your places.

Do you think we have all day?

They're looking for you,

Chan-woo. Hurry.

Uncle, is this really necessary?

Chan-sae!

Don't be silly. The funeral rites console

the family of the deceased.

They allowed your father to take a last

look at the house,

and they gave the neighbors a taste

of the food.

All that ensures your father his place

in heaven.

You know, our ancestors always had

a reason for each of these procedures.

You take this, take!

You fool.

I'm very proud of you.

You behaved just as you should have as

Chan-sook's older brother.

That's the way it should be.

You must be very tired.

Are you OK?

The baby has been very quiet.

He seems to understand what's going on.

But you can't stay out here like this.

Let's go inside.

Fire! Fire!

Oh, my God. It's a fire!

Maybe it's the ghost of the deceased.

No, it isn't.

Is a ghost that big?

No way. The Uncle Pal-bong's car

just seems to have caught on fire.

Stop it. Don't do that.

Stop it. Stop it.

He's also your father's son.

He... he's your half brother.

Your father... don't hate him.

Now you can stand up.

With this all the bad luck in

this house will go away.

The female members of the household

should now stop following the coffin.

Mother, gives those to me.

I'll do it.

- Is the baby asleep?

- Yes.

That's OK.

I'll finish up.

Cut.

Very good.

Hello, yes, it's me.

The job's done.

I'm on my way home.

You know Ms. Oh, the writer?

Yes, that's the one. Please call her

and arrange a meeting.

OK.

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