Postman to Heaven
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- 2009
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Mom...
Are you doing good?
There isn't any problems there, right?
It has been 7 years since you've left.
Until now, I still can believe that you're gone
Ah it's been too long.
Meanwhile, I'm married
And have a kid.
I really want you to see my baby
Mom
I think I'm immature even though I'm an adult now
Even though I'm already married,
even after my daughter's born
It feels as though I'm still playing with toys.
Because to my mom,
I'm always a young child
I don't know what to do
Mom, today I looked down the veranda
and waved down to my young daughter who turned 1 year old this spring.
She was wearing a yellow school bag
And I suddenly felt as if I wanted to talk with you.
Mom
How have you been?
How's the world there?
There...
There...
In heaven.
Heaven.
Heaven's Postman
- Who are you?
- Here.
Thanks.
It's dangerous taking water from a stranger.
Are you dangerous?
I'm not saying that I'm dangerous.
But who are you?
Heaven's Postman
Huh?
A postman who delivers mails to heaven.
Ahh..
The one from the fairytale?
Not fairy tale...
I deliver the mail you send to heaven.
Excuse me.
Wait a minute.
What are the heck are you doing?
What are you doing?
- There?
- What?
Read the time over there.
I knew!
Heaven's Postman!
That's what I told you before.
Wait.
These days there is talk in the internet of a handsome postman who appears
And says that he delivers mail to heaven...
Oh, you do have legs.
So, you're not a ghost?
An Angel
Hey!
Stop mocking me!
Then fly.
From here to there.
- Now?
- Now.
Fine.
Close your eyes then.
Fine.
Close then
They're closed.
Don't peek.
When I count to three,
open your eyes.
Okay.
One..
Two..
Three..
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Stop there!
There!
Hey!
Hey!
Lots of mail has come.
Letters for parents from their children.
A husband who left his wife.
A letter for a dead friend.
A mom who lost their daughter.
Or a lover who lost his lover.
Because people who are left behind believe there is a heaven.
But one of the letters is seriously wicked.
If that person were normal,
they wouldn't write that.
"You're so bad,
how can you go without me."
"People like you should die."
She sent foul-mouthed,
abusive words to heaven.
What do you think I should do with her?
She's narrow-minded!
You sent that letter.
Who says that?
Today you have the same envelope,
the picture with red cherries.
Because of your rude and spiteful mind.
I, a ghost, have to actually come down to talk to you about that letter.
You think I'm such trouble that a ghost should talk to me?
To tell you the truth,
I wanted to put a bomb inside the letter.
I wanted to send a bomb to heaven!
So that when he opens the letter,
boom!
He will be ripped into bits and pieces.
But he's already dead.
Wait!
There,
that coffee cup...
Is it floating in the air?
Pardon?
To you, do I look if I'm a crazy woman talking to herself and ordering two coffees?
Pardon?
Is there...
A person there?
Yes, there is!
- There is?
- Yes!
The person there,
He says he's an angel or a ghost.
What do you think I should do?
He must be insane!
Just don't talk to him and leave him alone.
You know,
I heard all of that.
So,
what are you exactly?
Aah!
I know!
To make people believe you're a postman to heaven.
- You walk from here to there around the mailbox,right?
- No, it's a part time job.
Part time job?
For example,
Delivering letters to heaven.
- Are you possibly insane?
- No
I'm just helping people who lost their loved ones, perhaps?
So what is that?
Give me more details.
There's no more because it's a secret.
Unless you're going to help,
What?
If you can,
let's do it together.
I'll give you a salary of $20 an hour.
$20?
Yeah
No.
Alibi Art Factory
Staff Needed
Highly Skilled
Excuse me?
What type of factory is this place?
See this?
I made this.
I've been on this subject and this place for seven years.
I'm a dealer for this staff.
This and that
Porn sounds $18
Bar sounds $30
Market sounds $7
School bell sounds $5
Busineess meeting sounds $8
That's porn sounds.
And these are bar sounds.
You can use these sounds when you're calling people,
like when you're cheating on your lover.
It's to cheat,
that's what this place does.
Cheat.
But how much is the salary for the highly skilled staff.
You're not a customer?
One... two...
three...
Yo!
Yo...
What...
Did you come to send those evil letters again?
No.
I don't send those anymore.
You're going to put them in the trash anyway.
Then what...
Did you decide to work with me?
No way...
I came to bribe you...
$5,000?
How about that?
I cannot forgive you...
I really, really can't forgive you
You told me you liked me.
Was that a lie?
As I stroked your face.
You told me you liked me much.
You could throw your soul away into a dark black hole.
So, was that all a lie?
Are you writing a poem..
- Are you writing a lyrics for a song?
- Did you already forget what you wrote in the letter?
Oh,this guy!
That's foul play!
Since you're threatening me,
I'll write your letters on the internet.
No
How can a man be so crooked?
What crooked?
Wow.
What?
It's a luch box.
Sushi and eggrolls.
For a lover?
A mother who lost her 5 year old daughter, Dong-ju.
She made it for her daughter.
"Since I was a beginner at cooking when you past away,"
"since you couldn't tried the yumy things because you died young..."
"The eggrolls Mom made,
are they yummier than before?"
"Now,I can make kimbap without bursting the ends."
Are you crying?
You are.
But
I'm a heaven's postman not a heaven's delivery service.
Are you going to eat it?
It'll be a waste if it goes bad.
If it rots...
I'll feel bad.
Want some?
Yes.
I want some.
Is it good?
It isn't salty?
Really?
Dong-ju!
What are you doing so suddenly?
Dong-ju!
The eggrolls your mother made is really delicious!
What are you doing?
A reply from Dong-ju that she ate well.
- But that's a lie..
- It's a lie but it isn't a lie.
If she were alive,
she would've done this.
Do you want the job?
Can I ask you something?
Yes.
Is it really $20 an hour?
Yes.
I'm Cho Hana.
Nice to meet you.
I'm Shin Jaejun.
Nice to meet you.
Father,did you take your medicine?
I'm taking it now.
Father, can you please move over?
Father, it's not that.
I know it's weird telling you this but it's been 3 months since mother died.
Yes.
If you keep being so sad,
it's worrying.
Oh yeah!
Please don't be late today.
- My husband's coming so let's have dinner together.
- Right
He's worried about you because you look so depressed so lately.
He shouldn't be worried about his 80 years old dad.
- I'll go and play chess and go out for a walk until dinner.
- Yes, father.
Wallet...
wallet.
Dear, how can you go first without me?
I didn't even prepare for this.
After your death,
All my will to live was gone.
Dear,
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