Festival Page #2

---

Uncle, there's a phone call for you.

I'm not sure

if it's real this time.

Laying out a body for burial

Oh, mother!

How can you leave us, mother!

My poor mother!

Announcement of the death

There's a lot about

your mother in your works.

So I wanted to see how

her final moment is taken care of.

I tell you not to

make fuss here and there.

I barely persuaded the editor

for taking off near deadline.

I'm fired if I don't bring in a story.

I'm sure you'll be cooperative.

- Who is this?

- Here he comes.

Oh, Mr. Ha.

Yes, this place is...

He's the one who draw the orchid

hung at the Hall of the seniors.

- Really?

- I heard he's good at calligraphy.

Calligraphy? Yeah, right.

Follow the road straight and

you'll find the milepost that says Nam-pyeong.

Right, just follow that road.

Drive safely. See you soon.

Bring some oil, please.

Oh my, Aunt U-dong is here.

- Oh my god.

- Thanks for coming.

Where's your husband?

- Please, come in.

- He is on his way.

Yes, Doo-shik.

When will you be here?

Oh my god, sister.

Can I borrow a cigarette?

My, my! How come...

You've left us! Don't go!

Don't you recognize me?

How did you come here?

Thanks to having a famous uncle...

But it's pitiful that I only knew this

after seeing it in the newspaper.

Did I come somewhere

I'm not suppose to come?

Looks like a hard work to you.

Do you need some help?

No, thanks.

It should be

a much harder work to you.

If only I were 10 years younger,

I wouldn't make you do this.

Such an unscrupulous thing!

What was so important

to her than her own child?

A Potion of Youth?

A new husband?

She said she went to Jejudo

but there's no news

from her for a month.

She said she was going to

make money and buy a house, didn't she?

By picking the mandarins at Jejudo?

It will take a lifetime.

Bad girl.

One should take care

of one's own kids.

Oh my, what is

Uncle Pyeong-chon doing here?

She was really pretty

when she got married.

She got married

from Dok-do over there

at the age of 1 7.

She was so pretty that

the entire Jin-mok-ri area got bright.

It wasn't just the prettiness.

She was also so good at work

that she was worth two servants.

But what a fate she had!

Three years after she got married

her father-in-law past away

and then her mother-in-law

after 2 years.

Besides the husband was good

for nothing other than making kids.

So everything was

all hers to do.

Misfortunes never come singly.

What an unlucky fate she has!

Even that useless husband

suddenly died.

She raised all by herself

seven sons and daughters.

Just when things

were getting settled,

it's her eldest son now.

Five to Wando and

the rest to Cheongsando, right?

Where are you heading for?

No matter where,

can we get a ride?

No, we are going far away today.

She got him married early

to stop him fooling around.

But he sold off his land,

bought a boat,

and started a business

selling foods to island residents.

How far would a business be ran

by two alcoholic Casanovas?

Did we get the money

for the latest work?

I'm going to get it

this time.

Isn't it that you've already

spent it for your pleasure?

What are you talking about?

Soon he sold off

his boat and house

and died leaving three children.

The women with the short hair

must be her oldest daughter

from Gwang-joo.

Right.

And the ones coming out

are her daughter and

son-in-law from Ham-pyeong.

That's right.

The guy bringing a skate is Soo-nam,

Gwang-joo sister's eldest son

and the guy behind him is

the son of Ham-pyeong sister, right?

Exactly, he's her son.

I don't think you're from here.

How do you know

this family so well?

Who's the women

with the flirty clothing?

She is a stranger to me.

She seems to have come from Seoul.

What a shiny clothe.

Aunt Kang-jin,

don't you recognize me?

It's me, Yong-soon.

The despised child

of this family, Yong-soon.

Oh my, you're Yong-soon?

How long has it been?

Oh my god!

How dare she came in here!

Get out of here thief!

You are bad luck.

What? Thief?

What the f*** is this about?

Do you think I came to see you?

What's all this fuss

when I came to see my grandmother?

Get out!

You bring bad luck.

Don't touch me, you b*tch.

Do you think I'm

your Kitchen Maid like before?

What? You b*tch?

You guys, what are you doing?

Have you forgotten

where we are?

- It's Yong-soon, indeed!

- Who is she?

Huh? Well, she's...

She's an illegitimate child

of Joon-seop's dead brother.

Why are you saying

those unnecessary stuffs?

Get inside.

I said, let's get inside.

You're driving me crazy.

Funeral streamer

That is the registry

to the other world, so to speak.

Really? Shhhhh.

- What a good hand!

- He's indeed a noted calligrapher.

Hello?

My name is Jang Hye-rim.

I'm a reporter from

a magazine called 'Literature Times'.

Have you ever read it?

No one really reads it

other than authors.

I thought I knew quite

a lot about Mr. Lee's family.

Most of his writings

are based on his family

and I can see that

he really described the atmosphere,

even the details very accurately.

But I'm surprised to

find your existence, actually.

Why is his niece

never mentioned in his works?

A wrong question to a wrong person.

Ask the author.

What did you steal?

Steal what?

It's nothing compared to the work

I'd done for 10 years here.

Besides I paid it back

including the exact interest.

After graduating elementary school

I worked like a dog for them.

What's the big deal about using

some of her money for high school?

F***!

I wanted to make money

and live with my grandmother.

Do you know the song Chilgab-san?

You don't know Chilgab-san

sung by Joo Byeong-sun?

I've heard it before

but I can't sing it.

The lady working

on the bean field,

Your shirt is all wet.

What are you

so sorrowful about?

You plant tears

to every plant.

The day you got married

leaving your mother behind,

at the top of the ChiIgab-san...

I wanted to see her live

in comfort in Seoul with me.

F***...

Things didn't go the way I want.

What about your birth mother?

I know nothing about her.

I heard she died of illness

after going from one bar to another.

The life of that kind of girl,

you know...

Father?

I hate him but I miss him.

As much as Grandmother.

What?

They refused to give the drinks...

They told me to tell you,

I can't open a new bottle

to give your father on credit.

Pay what you've drunk so far.

Those b*tches!

They used to be busy buttering me up

when I had money and now...

After father went broke

and lost his house,

the family got separated.

I lived along with my father

in a mud hut.

Who am I?

I'm asking you. Who am I?

My father.

Right. I am your father.

Who is this?

She's your mother.

A stupid b*tch!

The moment I see her again,

she's a dead meat.

You still have plenty

of stuffs to sell off,

your wife and your kids.

The one thing you are good at

was to sell off the things!

How did you let go

of yourself leaving all these?

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes