The Bros Page #2

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-Her head. Head.

-Okay.

It hurts so much.

You want a bunch?

-It hurts so much!

-Does it hurt a lot?

Go fast...

-Gopher?

-Go faster.

She said to go faster!

Okay. Let's go. Go!

Hurry. Let's go.

Thank you.

Thank you for being alive.

Can't you go faster?

Why aren't there any hospitals?

This hick town.

Do you live here?

No. This is our hometown.

-Hometown.

-Yes.

Hometown.

I feel warm and fuzzy

just hearing the word.

I'm a Seoul girl.

Where can we drop you off?

I don't know.

I can't remember.

Just take me as far as you're going.

I'm sure I'll remember

if I walk around the town,

since it's the countryside.

No, Andong is bigger than you think.

It'll be too hard to look

while walking around.

Why? What are you laughing at?

Nothing. It's just...

I feel like I was too obvious

about being a Seoul girl.

It's so hot.

You must have hit your head hard.

Go to a big hospital,

-and get...

-No. I know my body.

The smell of the country.

But you know,

is it right to say this outhouse smell

is pleasant and nice?

I mean, flowers and food

smell pleasant and nice.

No one poops and says,

"That smells nice."

-She's weird.

-You hit her.

We hit her together.

Then cooks the poop and eats it.

Excuse me!

What the...

Please call us if anything hurts later on.

She says she's fine.

Stop it.

You wear the mourning robe.

Are you insane? You're the First Grandson.

I refuse. I will never.

They never fit, either.

I hate it more. I'm sick of memorials

and mourning robes.

Don't step foot in Andong again.

Don't come even if I die.

How could you hold a funeral

without the children?

Mom lived like a slave in this family,

and died!

Father, you...

You're the ones who wouldn't

answer your phones. How dare you?

Who did you call?

We didn't get a call!

Even if you were in a rush,

what are you wearing?

Mom died because of you, Father.

Mom got cancer

because you bugged her so much!

You didn't take her to the hospital once!

Was money that precious?

Say something!

Why that...

Sh*t. Father!

-Oh, my gosh.

-What is this?

-How dare that little...

-That insolent brat.

Stop!

What did I do?

Seriously...

Everyone, down!

Father.

FUNERAL IN PROGRESS

My goodness. Look who's here.

It's the family's First Grandson.

How have you been?

Well, other than a death in the family.

Are you two dating?

GEOSAN HOUSE:

Let's stick to formalities

and get this done.

FIRST DAY OF THE FUNERAL

Mi-bong. Seeing you makes a shock

travel through my body.

How could you shoot me?

Mom's things are here.

Wearing a mourning robe solemnly

expresses one's filial love

toward his father.

Thus, although it is tricky

and complicated...

Why you brats!

Who wears that these days?

You know how our family is.

A symbol of Confucianism

based on rules of family rites.

Once the funeral is over,

we'll say you moved

to Uzbekistan or something,

and make someone else the First Son,

so you two just do your part

as the mourning family,

-and keep quiet...

-There's no need for words.

We'll be watching. Do it right!

A woman's voice shouldn't be heard

outside of the walls during mourning.

It is proper for you to mourn

the loss of your parent,

but since having immature children

was our destiny,

just make sure not to make

the family lose face.

Behave yourselves and follow etiquette.

You can do that, can you not?

-What?

-Their father

did not live to see them be good sons.

They are empty vessels

with loud mouthpieces.

I have a few things to tell you...

Hello?

Yes. No, I wasn't doing

anything important. It was all nonsense.

Mother, please taste the broth.

Just look up the recipe online,

for the Andong-style.

Hey.

The kitchen really feels different

with the First Daughter-in-Law gone.

She stopped working in the kitchen

in her last days.

She died without being treated properly

for not preparing

the ancestors' memorials.

Where's the blender?

You always do this without even looking.

The head is here. Where would the body be?

Did it grow feet? It must be here.

She got married not long ago,

so she knows absolutely nothing.

Don't laugh

when the family is in mourning.

Gosh.

Give me that. I bought it for my mom

for her birthday.

What a great birthday present.

Give me the wooden measuring spoons too.

We don't have that.

Should I look again?

How did the mom raise him

that he ended up like that?

Let me tell you about this sign.

It was displayed

at every national exhibition,

as well as in France.

This went all the way to France.

It's a work of art that was acknowledged

world-wide.

This went to France?

Then how much is this worth?

-I don't know about...

-Sh*t.

Is there anything else?

Like what?

You know, something valuable.

We don't have anything like that.

Why is the study locked?

The study?

-The study...

-Hey, why is this...

-What? What are you doing?

-Why are you putting it away?

I put it in because it was a pain to hold.

Even still, it's my father's funeral.

Do you think I would steal from there

and take off with it?

You can't fool me.

-I'm a cop.

-Forget it.

-Just hold it in your hand.

-It's heavy!

You can't do that to me.

-You're hurting my feelings.

-Why can't I?

I used to buy you ice cream

and take care of you when you were little.

Ice cream was so cheap...

I would steal money from my father...

Is there anything new?

Yeah, this has the highest value.

Is this real?

Yes, but there's a crack. Oh, well.

Why did you bother telling me, then?

You were asking for something new.

What's this?

-Isn't this a Joseon Dynasty coin?

-Yes. It's a cultural heritage.

-Why is this precious item here?

-This is for display.

The real one was sent

to the Studies Advancement Center.

Why was it put on display here?

-I didn't do it.

-There's nothing useful.

What do you mean?

All of these are so precious.

Hold on. This...

This calligraphy is by Seok-bong Han...

How did you know? It's Seok-bong Han...

-It is, right?

-Yes.

I could tell right away,

that it was Seok-bong Han.

Our ancestor Geo-san Lee,

who learned directly from Seok-bong Han,

wrote this himself.

That's right.

He learned from him?

It looks the same.

There's nothing decent.

They're all precious.

What is this? A washboard?

If you did laundry on that,

you'll lose all your hair.

-What is it?

-A woodblock.

It's our ancestor's diary

left behind for their descendants.

They carved these words one by one.

They could have written anywhere.

Why did they bother...

-That woodblock

-Oh, my gosh.

is our family's history,

and the link that connects

the past to the future.

-Okay.

-That's how holy

the blood flowing in your veins is.

Sure.

-How much does this go for?

-What was that?

Nothing. I was wondering

what the market value was.

Why you!

You shameless jerk!

You keep that up,

and you'll be all alone in this world.

You disgraceful brat!

You little...

Gosh.

Don't eat that in here!

Gosh.

Okay. Good day.

What was that? Interpret it for me.

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