Festival Page #5

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leave the house?

I'm sure Joon-seop

didn't go out without thoughts.

I know that he's a good writer

but it doesn't mean that

he knows well about funerals.

He probably went airing himself

because there weren't

as much people as he expected.

Can you give me

a cup of water?

Oh my, finally I see you

in the kitchen.

Well, the aunt from Gwang-joo

asked for water.

Do you think you're done

with your charge at the funeral

just by talking on the phone?

Don't you care about

other's attention?

Roll up your sleeves

and pretend to help at least.

We expected a flood of people

judging from your husband's reputation.

Who's going to

eat up all this food?

He doesn't like troubling people

so he didn't inform

a lot of people.

His mother is dead!

He shouldn't try to save

his face in this situation!

Why is she so bent

to eat you up?

You remembered she asked money

to build a room closer

to the bathroom for mother.

But she bought a cabinet inlaid

with that money, instead.

The money you gave her

for a new boiler

was spent on the renovation

of her kitchen after all.

With that much of money

she would have three boilers at least.

She used all excuses

related to the old one

to get money from you.

She must have troubled you a lot.

And why does she have

so much against you?

Hey, anyway

what happened about my son

getting a job in the publishing house?

I'm a close friend of Joon-seop.

I went to the same elementary

and middle school with him.

I already know that but...

I'm asking you your opinion on him.

Joon-seop is a genius,

a real genius.

Once he learns one thing,

he's fast to learn the rest.

Hey, you, reporter!

I'm not done with my story.

What an annoying reporter!

Look at you, all restored!

Did you catch a lot?

No, absolutely nothing!

It was a sight last night.

I've never passed out

drinking before.

How embarrassing!

He's the best singer in town.

He said he had another schedule

but I brought him here

using your fame.

Thank you for giving me

such an honorable work.

Thank you for coming

all the way.

Nowadays people simplify

the process of the funeral.

So we'll do the First

and Second watch together at nine,

Third Watch at one,

and since the it's a bit cold

we'll skip Fourth and Fifth.

As you wish, sir.

- Soo-nam...

- Yes.

That old man is quite a player

in seducing women.

He uses his singing skill

to move girls.

You have to be watchful of yours.

- Hello.

- How are you?

We tried to come earlier

but he was late.

He's always sneaky

like that, you know.

Are you here to fish or to drink?

Well, you already knew?

She passed away at the age of 87.

It's not something to be sad about.

It must have unloaded your heart.

It's the chief mourner that you're talking to!

How rude!

Why not call it a feast?

Such rude people!

Laugh, guys.

I can't but you guys laugh

and lighten up the atmosphere.

No coffin goes out without a song.

The song I sing

can make her last step

either comfortable or miserable.

Sir!

My grandmother had

such a hard time in life.

Please console her spirit

with good song.

It can't be done just by voice.

Human emotions must be

melted in it.

There's a singer in every town

but good ones are

never easy to be found.

My bladder's bursting,

where's the bathroom?

Wow, It took 7 hours

for four hundred kilometer road.

Oh, my back aches.

What are all these guests

coming at once?

Get ready to serve them.

Let's do it all at once.

We have too much pallbearers.

I don't know who to exclude.

Mr. Choi Eun-chul

came with me, by the way.

Here he comes.

You came a long way.

Never mind.

This is my brother-in-law.

- My condolence.

- Welcome.

Nice to meet you.

He's a critic.

He writes about

other literary works.

He's well known in the field.

A lot of famous writers

become modest in front of him.

- Thank you for coming here.

- Nice to meet you.

This is Kwon Young-gil

from Nampo Bank.

- How do you do?

- Nice to meet you.

This is Mr. Kim

from Dae-dong stock company.

Miss, you're so lovely.

Even at the funeral

of tasteful noblemen,

gisaeng used to be found.

There should probably be those

who left this world

listening them singing.

You're really lovely.

I need some more.

Excuse me,

bring some more drinks here.

Disgusting...

He acts like he's here

to drink with a gisaeng.

I know.

Wow, an avalanche of cars!

What are they all here for?

Next time there's

a funeral in Joon-seop's family,

we have to widen the road first.

I said move this car out.

Hurry, move out!

All right, go ahead!

Oh my, it's the mayor.

The chief of the general

affairs section is with him.

The mayor has arrived.

It's crowded here,

get out, kids!

Oh my god...

He passed out

even before the First Watch.

This is troublesome.

Who gave him this much of drinks?

Wow, the mayor came to Jin-mok-ri.

It's the first

after the typhoon Sarah.

What are you doing?

Clean the room for the mayor.

- My condolence.

- You must have a busy schedule.

It must be harder

for you as a filial son.

Stop the bullshit

and go have a drink, buddy.

That's a vulgar thing

to say as a chief mourner...

If you just extend it

by 20 meters,

it would also work as a breakwater

when a typhoon comes.

Why is that so hard to do?

We gave in a petition

concerning that subject

but people were busy

passing it on to others.

They don't even take it seriously.

- There's the budget problem and...

- We're not asking you.

I think you're responsible

to answer to that problem.

I said we need another deck.

Oh, you still didn't get it?

Hey, what are you doing?

Bring him one!

The mayor went to

the same school with us

but he's ignoring

our request for a new road.

It's kind of disappointing.

Well, if he thinks

he fulfilled his obligations

by sending some money

and visiting a few times a year,

then he can be said devoted

to his mother by his definition.

What the hell are you doing?

Start playing yut right now!

Hurry up and come here!

Brother!

That son of a b*tch is cheating!

I came here

on behalf of Seo Jae-soo.

- Can I have an envelope?

- Sure.

Why do you keep drinking when

you know you can no longer take it?

OK, OK.

What are you doing

in that crowded room?

Get out of there.

Why are you asking

such touchy questions?

If you want to know

something about mother, ask her.

In the old days,

they would taste the parents stool

to check their health,

bit their fingers

to feed them blood

and made medicine

out of their own thigh flesh.

When we were growing up

we obeyed our parents even responding

to their unreasonable orders.

Nowadays, no one really

knows the filial piety.

To my surprise,

your reputation here

goes from extreme to extreme.

There are those who respect you

for the pride of Jang-hung

and there's also

doubt and hurl against you.

Why is that?

As a college graduate,

I should've been a lawyer or a judge

but I disappointed them

by becoming a useless writer.

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