Mother

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MOTHER:

At ease!

Salute!

Do-joon!

Hey, Benz! You a**hole!

Do-joon, are you okay?

Oh no, blood!

Oh no, blood!

Do-joon, you're bleeding!

Sh*t, mom, get back in the store!

You're bleeding!

He's bleeding!

I knew it!

This is your own blood!

To the golf course.

Royal Palace Country Club!

Did they go there?

You idiot,

Where else in this town

would a Benz be going?

Is this hit-and-run?

Bastards who slam on the gas

after hitting someone

deserve to have

their faces slammed.

Look!

- I'm bleeding!

- All right, All right.

Plate number 5362...

White Benz...

It's 5293, idiot.

A black Benz, f***.

Ah, a black Benz, black...

How could you mix up...

It could happen.

For you, it could...

That head of yours is special.

Oh, there it is!

That must've hurt.

Come on, stupid.

Enough, it's not a surgery.

What are you, a doctor?

Wait, don't move your finger.

What are you doing?

This is driving me crazy.

Where the heck has he gone?

It's a golf course.

Right. It's a golf course.

But you don't remember

why we came, do you?

Yay!

Twelve of them!

What does she see in you anyway?

Your mom?

Right, mom...

The car... Vroom.

Crash!

My blood!

This is revenge.

Right, we're here for revenge.

Anyway,

Where the f*** are

these Benz a**holes?

They should have passed by now.

Wow, look!

What're you gonna do

with all those golf balls?

I'll give it to a girl.

You got someone to give it to?

Uh... Yeah.

You ever slept with a woman?

Idiot...

You with your pretty face.

I slept with a woman.

What woman?

Mom.

Where the f*** are they...

Come on!

They're here!

Revenge! Revenge!

What's that idiot doing?

What's with him?

F***ing a**holes!

Stop the car! You!

What are you doing?

Who do you think you are?

What is this?

You shitheads!

Who was driving the car?

You hit-and-run bastards!

Who was driving? You?

What is this?

- What's gotten into you?

- Who was it?

Were you the one driving?

Excuse me.

This person is

too important to be here...

As I was saying, settlement

would be better for both of you.

After all, respected professors

such as yourselves

being involved in a hit-and-run...

And these two aren't

some kind of hustlers.

They're just local kids.

So we're going to settle, okay?

The hit-and-run and the assault

cancel each other out.

Do-joon

The verbal threats don't factor in.

Dean Kwon, the car...

They smashed my rearview mirror

in the parking lot.

A Mercedes Benz 280.

Aw f***, why the hell

did you smash their mirror?

That'll cost a lot.

You bet.

Damn... Why did I do that?

You know how much that cost,

you dumb retard?

Retard?

What are you doing?

Let go! Let me go!

That bastard,

who does he think he is?

Sit down, Mister.

The mirror on a Benz...

That would cost...

A lot.

$1500? $2000?

Ah, here she comes...

Good afternoon, sir.

Eat up.

Eat.

Always eat well after

coming back from the police station.

F***...

I can feed myself.

I boiled this

with deodeok root and gugija.

It's good for your virility.

Really? My virility?

Why are you

so concerned about that?

Women.

Are you seeing someone?

Sure. Gonna sleep with her.

Sleep with her?

Who is it?

Gonna sleep with a woman.

How could you do that to

that Benz-whatever?

That expensive mirror?

Smash! With my foot.

It was revenge!

Good boy.

But I've got no money.

Where will I dig that up?

Whose yard will I dig it up in?

Why dig it up?

Just borrow it from Jin-tae.

Jin-tae!

Stay away from him.

Rotten kid.

He's from bad seed.

Okay.

Where are you going?

To meet Jin-tae.

You should finish dinner.

Have some medicine then.

You shouldn't skip medicine.

Do-joon, you didn't finish this.

Come home early!

Don't be late.

It doesn't hurt, right?

No, it's fine.

This won't hurt,

and I won't charge you for it.

So can you lend me some money?

How much?

It's really urgent.

And I'll give you medicine

instead of interest.

- Medicine?

- Yes!

To make you pregnant,

guaranteed effective.

Is there such a thing?

It really works.

I took some, and then

I got pregnant with Do-joon.

Your son will be

just as good-looking.

Do-joon...

His eyes are a work of art.

Like a deer's.

- Like mine?

- Yeah.

They're just like yours.

They're beautiful.

Anyway,

you're looking sexier these days...

- I mean...

- Yeah, whatever.

Why hasn't Jin-tae shown up?

He's not?

He should be here by now.

You've been saying that for hours.

Don't mess with me.

I just came back

from the police station.

Have some respect.

Jin-tae, where the hell are you?

Hurry up!

Go to bed, mom!

I'm staying up late.

I told you to go to sleep.

Good shot!

Hey, wake up.

Wake up!

Do something about him.

Did you have a nice sleep?

Wipe the spit off your face.

Goddamn freak,

piss off and go to hell.

Call your mom and tell her

to come pay the bill!

This is driving me crazy.

Do-joon!

Hey, I told you

to use the backstairs.

- Mina!

- How have you been?

Yeah, you wanna

have a drink with me?

Really?

- Turn around and march!

- Call me.

Okay, I'm going.

Shut up

and go do your homework.

That skirt is pretty.

You! Turn around!

Her legs are prettier.

Get your eyes off her!

Get out of here!

BAR MANHATTAN:

Please f*** off, okay?

Wait...

To pay for the drinks...

Expensive ones...

Hey!

Hey!

Where are you going?

How about you and me...

have a drink?

With a guy... Don't want to?

You don't like guys?

So late...

What was her name, Ah-jung?

It's Moon Ah-Jung.

Seorin Girls' High School,

second year, fourth class.

You called her house?

She has guardians?

There's a grandmother,

but she's a real loon.

Always walking around with

a rice liquor bottle in her fist,

making a scene.

So the kid is the guardian.

She takes care of her grandma.

Anyway, how long has it been

since we had a murder case?

It's the first since I came here.

Has it been that long?

Yep.

The crime scene seems intact.

It is.

Quite a picture, huh?

Cops these days...

You know, CSI and all that on TV.

They all watch it.

The forensics team

is pretty sharp, too.

Anyway,

a rain shower passed earlier.

So things must be

pretty mucked up.

I suppose.

Anyway, it must have been

a blunt object.

A fractured cranium,

lots of blood...

What's with this?

Didn't this come in last week?

God, that smell...

Yeah, well...

This smells like a rotting corpse.

My god!

Look at this if you're not blind.

And the appearance...

People are going to think

they're from China.

Ma'am, these are from China.

Hey!

Give me a break.

Don't even mention China.

Besides, Chinese imports

aren't that bad.

Don't tell me...

You're still giving acupuncture

without a license?

No, no way!

My husband is a public official.

You know how much trouble

we'll be in?

Sure, I know.

He'll be promoted soon,

so let's not cause any trouble.

Last year, do you know how hard

it was to cover for you?

You think only you will

get in trouble?

It will ruin my family completely.

Listen when someone's

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