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After my father could

no longer afford to buy drinks

he drank poison

and killed himself.

After my father died,

the family get together again

near grandmother's maiden home.

For me, I was better off

in the hut with my father.

Yong-soon!

Yong-soon!

I told you to

fill the water bucket.

I'm your husband's daughter,

not a servant of his family.

What? You can leave

whenever you want!

No one's stopping you!

Do you know what people say?

What do they say?

They envy you for having

a free servant to sweat.

What? Feeding, clothing,

and sending to school...

Are these what people do

for their servants? Huh?

That sounds perfectly like

what adults may say to children.

Stop it!

I have had more than

enough of it!

Hatred, quarrels, and everything!

Did the poverty breed them?

Welcome.

- How are you?

- It's been quite a while.

- You're getting prettier.

- One sea bass and one flatfish.

Never expect to

see me here, right?

Huh? Reporter Jang!

It's meeting my enemy

on a log bridge.

Are you here for condolence?

Shhh. We're the pallbearers

so we'll go there tomorrow night.

Bearing a bier is

our only job to do.

We came early to fish

while we are here.

Don't let Joon-seop know

that we're here now.

We never met today, alright?

Anyway, good timing.

Last time you managed to slip out.

But today, we'll settle things up!

My, my...

How shameful as a professor!

I'm sure you'll be the one

who'll be settled up!

What a crazy b*tch!

Totally out of her minds.

Yong-soon went to

karaoke with guys.

Like mother like daughter,

a bastard daughter even!

She's having fun at the place

where her father used to drink.

How shameful!

I never saw her

this drunk before.

Give us some towel here.

How much had you two had?

A dish of raw fish and

five or six bottles of soju...

Uh! She even peed.

Just what I expected!

You're playing

a faithful son role here.

Sitting up all night

to keep grandmother company.

You are drunk.

Yes, I am.

I drank with your friends,

those gentlemen from Seoul.

Go and rest.

And there was

this Reporter Jang girl.

According to your friends,

she probably knows your body

as well as your works.

They might be right.

You seem more than a god to her.

She didn't stop praising you.

Warm, compassionate, profound and

respected author Lee Joon-seop.

So I told her the truth

that you're a hypocrite

who's different inside and out.

She didn't seem to

believe it, though.

Anyway, what are you

thinking right now?

Now that you sold off

the stories of her whole life

maybe you're thinking of

making the last story out of her death.

When I became eight

and started going to school

I was as tall as grandmother.

Sometimes grandmother fell asleep

in the kitchen or the living room

on her way back from the bathroom,

or she would look for

dead family members,

or she would make haste

getting back home

before it gets dark

while staying at her own room.

My mother gave me this beautiful

dress for my birthday present.

So I wrapped it in a cloth

to keep it clean.

Dad, how come does grandmother

only talks about her past?

And she keeps on acting

like a kid.

She gives away her age to you

and the wisdom in it

leaves her as her age does.

That's why.

She goes back to her past

as much as the ages

she gives to you

and gets younger and younger.

It was amazing and appreciative

but at the same time

it weighed on my mind

to know that it was my fault.

To be a grown-up

you can't refuse

your grandmother's wisdom.

Being a grown up is

not only about height

but also about your wisdom as well.

Grandmother is sharing

her age and wisdom with you

and going back

to her happy childhood life.

Eventually she became

your best friend.

Isn't it something grateful

for both you and grandmother?

It was indeed something

to thank for.

Grandmother's wisdom

is making me a decent adult.

Whenever her daughter-in-law's out

she would make dinner

again and again.

And she would take the dried laundry

and wash it again and again.

The persimmon tree would get

thrashed before the fruits get ripe.

God, it's not a chestnut

you're dealing with.

They aren't even ripe yet.

It's too early to pick them.

You lazy things will

never finish picking these...

Providing the dead with foods

One hundred bags of rice.

One hundred bags!

One thousand bags of rice.

One thousand bags!

Ten thousand bags of rice.

Ten thousand bags!

What an incredible energy

she had as an 80-year-old lady!

In one blink, she's 10 miles away

and in a moment she's gone again.

Her daughter-in-law was

so busy chasing her

she didn't even have time to pee.

At least two or three times a month,

all the villagers

had to make a fuss

to look for that old lady

who used to be missing even

in another village far from here.

Everybody gets fagged out after all.

Mother!

Aunt! Aunt!

- I found her!

- Aunt!

She's here!

Wonder why she ended up

at a retired spot like this.

Who would know?

She might have been

following a messenger from Hades.

Hold tight!

Washing and clothing a corpse

Don't leave us...

As I was working on the field

I saw smoke coming

out of this house.

So we came here in such a haste

to fine the air thick

with smoke in the room

and the old lady

rolling on the terrace stone.

She just wanted to light

a cigarette but boy...

It almost burned out

the entire house.

Mother, no more cigarettes

from now on.

Mother, short hair

is the vogue these days.

People even like

having their hair permed.

So don't feel bad

about cutting this.

What's the matter, darling?

Oh my, look at this hair.

Open your mouth...

And I promise I'll give

this hairpin back to you

so don't worry.

It was obviously a hard work

to take care of her long hair

and the babies would chew on it.

I guess they had no choice

but cut it.

But for the old, the long hair

with the ornamental hairpin

stands for the womanhood

That's probably why

she lost her shame

and became more senseless

after that.

Mother, here's rice

and baked potato.

Have them when you're hungry.

I have to go to work

at the bean field.

I'll be back at sunset.

Don't move an inch.

Take care of your needs here.

I feel stuffy.

Take me with you.

It's not like we put her

into prison or something.

We just put a bolt

on the door.

If not, she would disappear again!

We can't follow her all day long.

It would leave us no one

to bring home the bacon.

Was Mr. Lee also aware of this?

Of course.

They are her son and daughter-in-law.

She can't make such

a decision by herself.

They probably discussed the matter

and made the decision together.

After all, it cost him a fortune.

Every time he comes here, he prepared

presents for the whole village

to make up for the troubles

that his mother caused.

Placing a body in a coffin

Placing a body in a coffin

Grandmother!

Now, she's leaving us for good

so let her keep your memorabilia.

Mother, remember that I promised

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