All language subtitles for A Muse.2012.eng

EUNGYO

I CRIED EVERY TIME I THOUGHT ABOUT IT

DEAR MR. LEE JEOKYO,
THANK YOU ALWAYS.

“I have never seen a moon so beautiful.

I believe she was watching the same moon.

But to her...

the moon wouldn’t
have looked so beautiful.

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Every person sees a different vision
of a same object.”

Who are you?

Who are you?

I’m Eungyo.

How did you get in here?

There’s a ladder by the fence.

I’ve always wanted
to sit in a chair like this.

Does it belong to you?

You came down from the woods?

Where do you live?

Next to the Laundromat.

I’ll get going now.

Good-bye.

The term “National Poet” sounds crude.

It is such a blessing to be able
to learn from such a great teacher.

I don’t think age matters
once you’re past 20.

I’m too old to be called a prodigy.

In my case,
I think I’m just the right age...

to present Heart to the world
with confidence.

I will try harder in the future.

And there will be much suffering involved.

Too salty?

Now...

you can write your own stories.

The Heart...

is topping charts...

everywhere!

By the way,
I’ve been commissioned a story.

What?

I’ve...

been commissioned a story.

I would like to concentrate on that, so--

Remember the girl
who was sleeping on your porch?

I gave her a ride
from her school by chance.

She was looking for a part-time job.

Isn’t she in high school?

She said that she does
all the housework at home.

Tell her to come this Saturday afternoon.

Hello.

Sorry!

It’s okay.

-Let me do it.
-It’s fine. I’ll do it.

No, I’ll do it.

Don’t worry.

Be careful.

OMG!

What does “OMG” mean?

Uh, it means thank you very much.

-And your name is--
-It’s Seo Eunpa.

Thank you, Eunpa.

-Thank you.
-Can I get a hug?

Thank you very much.

When I clean the top window,
my fingers go wiggly.

Reminds me of dance lessons.

I used to take dance classes
until seventh grade.

Can you tighten it some more?

How are you going to breathe?

And the skirt?

This short?

Shorter.

They’ll be able to see your panties!

All right, this much.

Grandpa, your pencils are all stumpy.

Would you like me to sharpen them?

Let them be.

Sharp pencils are woeful.

What’s so woeful about them?

What do you think?

Grandpa.

If pencils are sad
because they’re sharp...

does that mean all sharp pencils are sad?

Is that...

poetry?

Images one derives from an object...

is often as far apart as heaven and hell.

When I think of pencils...

I see a boy running to school.

Clatter, clatter.

He loved the sound...

of his pencil case
rattling inside his school bag.

When the boy couldn’t afford
to go to school anymore...

clatter, clatter...

the rattling sounded
as if the pencils were crying.

So, to me, the pencils mean tears.

When you say
“Grandpa, please sharpen my pencil...”

I hear this instead.

“Grandpa, please wipe away my tears.”

Grandpa?

It’s me, Eungyo.

Grandpa.

What are you doing here
this time of night?

Can’t you see I’m wet? Scolding me first--

Grandpa.

May I stay the night?

What?

Please let me stay.
I can’t go home tonight.

Let me see your face.

Let me see your face.

Someone has slapped you.

Who is it?

Is it someone you know?

My mom.

Your mother?

She doesn’t do that
to my younger siblings.

Only to me.

I usually go to my friend’s house
when something like this happens.

Let’s get you changed first.

Follow me.

Grandpa.

Can I tell you something?

I’ll take you home when the rain stops.

Can I tell you something?

Can I?

What?

I said, can I tell you something?

Yes.

I remembered...

your poem in the textbook.

Camellia, right?

A little bird by the camellia grave.

A sad bird with a red beak.

A little bird who left crimson tear marks.

It was in my last exam.

By the way...

for me...

pencils remind me of Mom.

When I was young...

Mom used to sharpen my pencil.

Then she would shave her heels
with the pencil knife.

Crouching.

She doesn’t do it anymore,
now that she works in a public bathhouse.

It’s still sore.

So you have to use a dryer.

I don’t know what’s worse.

That’s why I think
the pencil sharpener is sad.

Or is the heel sad?

That’s poetry.

Sad pencil.

Sad heel.

Grandpa, what do you think about my feet?

OMG!

OMG?

You are thanking me
for dropping your blouse?

Grandpa.

Let’s have breakfast.

Hello.

What are you wearing?

It’s Grandpa’s. Very comfortable.

Where is he?

I don’t know.

Is he in the study?

Grandpa! Did you sleep well?

He doesn’t eat bread.

I said he doesn’t eat bread.

There is some in the freezer.

It’s mine.

I think he will want to eat it.

What do you know?

Then you think you know him that well?

Of course.

Really?

Grandpa.

Ta-da! Homemade club sandwich.

Does it look good?

Stuff in the refrigerator
turned into a work of art.

Try it.

Yes.

Sir, you don’t eat bread.

This isn’t bread. It’s a sandwich.

I’ll bring some coffee.

Sir, she’s a high school girl.

Yes, she is.

What’s wrong with that?

What?

No, nothing.

The roll of thunder was deafening.

How could you be so calm?

I was scared to death.

You must have a lot on your conscience.

That’s why I was hiding in.

I found you near my waist this morning.

Not much of a place to hide.

By the way,
I saw the tattoo below your neck.

Fascinating.

You mean the henna?

It’s not a tattoo?

It rubs off after a few days.

-You can stop coming to his house now.
-Why?

I won’t be paying you anymore.

That’s strange.
He asked me to come twice a week.

What?

He gave me the key to the gate
’cause the ladder’s dangerous.

Hey!

My mirror!

Clumsy girl.
Why do you need a mirror in the woods?

It’s an Anna Sui princess mirror!

Anna Sui? What’s that?
I’ll buy you one just like it.

Mom gave it to me on my birthday.

I’ll buy you one.
I’ll buy you the same one.

It’s not the same!

What the--

It may look the same to you, but to me,
it’s as different as heaven and hell.

It was her first birthday present to me!

The same one isn’t the same!

What are you talking about?
Why shouldn’t it be same?

Sir?

Sir!

Sir, be careful!

Watch your feet!

Under your foot! Right there!

-Do something!
-Slowly!

Right there! Under your foot! Be careful!

That’s it, sir!

Sir, put the mirror in your pocket.

In your pocket! Your pocket, sir!

Sir!

Slowly, slowly. Take my hand, sir.

Here you go.

Your mother gave it to you.
It must be precious.

That was too dangerous!

Grandpa!

Grandpa!

Remember what you asked me before?

What?

About the henna on my chest.

Uh, yes.

I knew then you wanted to try it.

No, no.

You don’t mean that!

You are curious about teenagers’
activities as I am about grown-ups’.

I really don’t want to.

Come on.

Lie down.

-Rest your head on my leg.
-Your leg?

How else would I draw?

Unbutton your shirt.

One, two, three.

Grandpa.

Your chest is really smooth.

Is it?

Stop moving. I can’t draw properly.

Close your eyes.

Okay.

I guess grown-ups are ticklish as well.

I have ticklish ankles.

Just below the ankle.
You know, the shallow part.

Don’t.

Don’t.

“I could easily wrap my fingers
around Eungyo’s ankle.

Her heel slipped between my fingers.

And she giggled.

‘Hee-hee.’

Her fragrant head rested below my chin.

And my lips
were already buried in her hair.

She sighed like a pair of bellows.”

Grandpa, you can open your eyes now.

Look.

It’s the same one as mine.

So it is.

WHY DID I MEET YOU?

“I held you close in my arms.

I caressed your hair,
your shoulders, your waist.

And I put my ear to your chest
listening to your heart beating.

You were so unbelievably beautiful.
I was so unbelievably overwhelmed.”

DON’T SAVE

Can you do me a favor, Eungyo?

No, I think I have the flu.

Can you bring me some medicine?
Just some aspirin.

Hello?

Anybody here?

How is your flu?

You!

-What are you doing to him?
-What?

He isn’t who you think he is, okay?

He’s a noble person!

How do you know what he means to me?

What are you saying? What did I do?

How do you know what he means to me?

Jerk off, you asshole.

What did you say? Jerk off?

What did you say? I could just--

You are putting him in danger.

In danger?

If you hadn’t messed around
with that mirror. Yes, the mirror!

If you hadn’t cried,
he wouldn’t have risked his life.

You were the reason I dropped it!

What’s so special about that mirror?

It’s just one of thousands from a factory.

You can buy the same one over and over.
What’s all the fuss about?

-It was a birthday present from Mom!
-So what!

You think it’s filled
with her love or something?

Here.

I’d forgotten
you were an engineering major.

Engineering major?

He told me
about the first time you two met.

What did he say?

It took you 10 years to realize
that all stars aren’t the same.

What do you think “that” means here?

Yes?

A star.

This is the best example that illustrates
modernity and self-sufficiency in poetry.

It’s meaningful that this poem
emphasizes originality especially.

Sir.

Comparing something
as beautiful as a star...

to goose food or a prison wall...

is considered poetic sentiment?

Do I know you? I don’t believe we’ve met.

My name is Seo Jiwoo. Sophomore,
department of inorganic engineering.

I don’t know who told you
that stars are beautiful.

Stars aren’t beautiful or ugly.

Stars are just stars.

To lovers, stars may look beautiful.

But to a hungry person,
it may look like a tasty snack.

If you are in the inorganic industry,
the star may seem full of pesticide.

Sir.

Inorganic means materials
like ceramics and minerals.

Not inorganic food.

What else did he tell you?

About the time he went to prison.

How he learned to fix cars in there.

He can take a car apart
and put it together again.

What did he tell you about me?

I don’t know.

Is there something I shouldn’t hear?

Or something you want me to hear?

So this is The Heart.

I want to read it. May I borrow it?

Hey, did you... read it?

What?

I mean The Heart.

Your novel?

No, I’ve been busy with midterm exams.

Don’t read it if you haven’t started yet.
It’s just a vulgar commercial novel.

Hey, hey! What do you think you’re doing?

What’s the fuss?

He puts his writings in here.
It’s not practical.

You’ve seen him writing?

It’s hard for him to go back and forth.
This is the perfect spot.

No, don’t, don’t!
He hates it when things are out of place.

He doesn’t like changes.

What’s the use
of wasting this pretty chest?

It’s been there since before you
were born. It’s older than you!

So what if it’s older than me?
Help me move it. It looks better there.

Go away.

Move.

You think I won’t do it? Don’t! What the--

Go away, now.

Move, I said!

Go away, now.

Don’t. I told you to move.

What’s wrong with you?

I warned you! Go away!

Here he is!

Get away from there. Now move!

Grandpa!

LEE JEOKYO

EUNGYO

MY VIRGIN-- EUNGYO

-Grandpa, I cleaned your library all day.
-You did?

Yes, I didn’t do much.

Grandpa, about that chest.

I wanted to move it for your convenience,
but he won’t let me.

What are you doing?

Eungyo, let it be.

Every wooden furniture
likes to take root in a certain place.

It’s been there
since before you were born.

It won’t do to uproot it.

I’m sorry.

Sir, the meeting date has been set.

It’ll be on Monday over lunch.

I made a reservation
at your favorite restaurant.

Who’s coming?

County officials and people
from the Camellia Literature Museum.

I want to go as well.

May I please come?

Now you are pushing it too far.

Why shouldn’t I come?

I can go after school,
and you can give me a ride.

Around 6:00 will be okay.

Yes!

-They have great food there.
-Really?

Let’s go, just you and me.

By the way, have you read The Heart?

The Heart?

You read it?

Yes.

How did you like it?

I was pleasantly surprised! It was good.

How about you?

It’s a genre novel, but not just that.

It’s poetic, and shows
deep introspection of human being.

Sir.

But I don’t think he likes it.
He called it a vulgar commercial novel.

I didn’t mean that, sir.

A parent never discards his offsprings,
no matter how troublesome they may be.

Have a drink.

Maybe you’d like to say a word.

Do you know...

how old the girl from Camellia was?

You mean the girl
who saved you from the communists?

She was 17. Just 17.

About the literature museum, sir.

I’ll get going now.

-Why, sir?
-You haven’t eaten at all.

You haven’t eaten at all.

Are you leaving already?
Where are you going?

This lunch is in your honor.

Is it something urgent?
Perhaps meeting your girlfriend?

Shall I show you something?

Here, sir?

-Sir, you got a tattoo?
-Still trendy and stylish.

Wow, that’s cool.

Wait till I’m dead
if you want to build that literary museum.

But you’ll have to wait a long time.

Thank you for coming, sir.
I’ll call you soon.

Good-bye, sir.

They just can’t wait for me to die.

You don’t build a museum
about a living person.

I’m leaving.

Why does Seo Jiwoo follow him
around like a dog?

-What do you mean?
-What does he hope to get?

Recognition! Just recognition.

-Recognition?
-What else does he need?

Grandpa!

There’s still 20 minutes left.
You’ve been waiting for me?

Well...

-Have you been to a place like this?
-No.

This is a great place to hang out.
It’s divided into different themes.

Excuse me.

Who ordered quince tea?

-I did.
-Grandpa did.

-OMG.
-Sorry?

Is something wrong?

No.

Just saying thanks.

Thanks?

Yes, there’s nothing wrong.

-Thank you.
-You’re welcome.

Enjoy your meal.

Grandpa!

“OMG” is an expression we use...

when we are surprised, amazed,
startled or astonished.

That’s when we use it.

It doesn’t mean thank you?

No.

Bodhi!

It’s a Buddhist expression
meaning you have been enlightened.

Bodhi!

Why? Have you been enlightened?

This is how a teacher scolds his student
when she tries to test her teacher.

OMG!

EUNGYO

What the hell--

Is he home?

Sir, are you here?

Sir!

You didn’t answer the phone.
I have some news.

We decided to call it
Camellia Memorial Hall.

We took out “literary museum”
from the title.

And...

they want to display
your handwritten manuscript.

Fine.

The county office people will be thrilled.

Is Mr. Seo Jiwoo here?

Best-selling authors are always busy.

So how well is The Heart selling?

Over 800,000 copies.

Mr. Seo made a tidy sum
from the royalties.

800,000 copies.

We printed 30,000 more copies last week,
so it’s 830,000 copies to be exact.

Usually popularity
and seriousness don’t mix.

But fortunately I think Mr. Seo
has managed both.

You know about his latest short story?

A short story?

It’s one of his best writings.

The literary circle is buzzing about it.

It’s that good?

What’s the title?

You should read it.

The title is Eungyo.

Eungyo?

It’s the name of a high school girl.

Sir, I’ll get going now.

BOOKSTORE

Sir, good to see you.

Where are the literary magazines?

It’s over there
in the New Arrivals sections.

They’re really popular for some reason.

Yes, right there.

Sir, I’m here.

Would you like a cup of tea?

I’m afraid that
you might have poisoned it.

VILLAGE OF LITERATURE

Do you have anything to say?

I did it because...

it was too beautiful.

What? You did it because?

The moment I saw your manuscript...

I couldn’t let such beauty
waste in the chest.

I had to let the world know.

You call that an excuse?

How dare you, a thief, mention beauty!

You made me who I am.

What?

You were the one who offered
to ghostwrite The Heart.

You wanted to do it.

You wrote it for fun.

I considered it your salary.

You have no talent,
but you kept me company.

So I wrote it for you as a gift.

Are you regretting it
now that it’s become a best seller?

You want to tell everyone
that you wrote it?

The tension is driving me crazy.

I don’t know who I am anymore.
Am I Seo Jiwoo or Lee Jeokyo’s mask?

What did I ever get, living as your mask?

Money? You want it back? The royalties?

Shut your mouth!

Why should this one
be any different from The Heart?

-Stop it!
-People won’t understand!

The relationship between a 70-year-old man
and a high school girl isn’t love. Never!

It’s a scandal, sir.

A dirty scandal!

You won’t be able
to publish it under your name.

You know it!

A story about a national poet
having sex with a minor?

Dirty scandal?

-Sir, you are an old man.
-You say it’s dirty?

Why won’t you admit it?

Son of a bitch!
Never show your face here again!

Your eyes are frightening!
I feel sick listening to your voice!

You are a thief!

You never had any potential!

I never liked that look in your eyes,
like a wolf.

What are you staring at?
I’ll gouge your eyes out!

You dare to call it dirty?
You say this is a dirty scandal?

You bastard!

I know you’re in there.

I don’t know why you won’t let me in.

I can’t concentrate on my studying,
and I’m going to mess up my exams.

Why does it hurt so much?

I don’t know why it hurts so much.

VILLAGE OF LITERATURE

“I could easily wrap my fingers
around Eungyo’s ankle.

Her heel slipped between my fingers.

And she giggled.

Her fragrant head rested below my chin.

And my lips
were already buried in her hair.

She sighed like a pair of bellows.

I held you close in my arms.

I caressed your hair,
your shoulders, your waist.

And I put my ear to your chest
listening to your heart beating.

You were so unbelievably beautiful.
I was so unbelievably overwhelmed.”

Did you read it?

Eungyo reads Eungyo.

Do all writers do this?

Stealing other people’s stories,
using names without permission.

I’m sorry.

Did you really write this?

How did you find out his henna?

He told me about that.

He told you?

He told you about it?

You two don’t keep secrets
from each other?

What is he to you?

My beloved and respected teacher.

A father figure.

Then you tell him everything as well?

Yes.

I am so pretty in the story.

Thank you.

Why are you doing this?

You are doing this because you like me?

I’m lonely, that’s why.

Will you tell him about this?

It’s about time they called.

They will never pick a genre novelist
or a best-selling author.

Finally.

Winner of annual Literary Award,
Eungyo by Seo Jiwoo.

Really?

Really. Eungyo.

I won the annual Literary Award?

I told you would win.

The judges have gone to dinner.

Wow.

Has Mr. Lee Jeokyo read Eungyo?

Yes.

What did he say?

He told me this.

“It’s like...

you went through my mind.

It’s scary.”

35TH ANNUAL LEE SANG LITERARY AWARD

Mr. Seo.

I thought he couldn’t make it?

-No. Why?
-He’s here.

He’s here.

The 35th Annual
Lee Sang Literary Award winner is Eungyo,

written by Mr. Seo Jiwoo.

I am honored to introduce
a special guest today.

He is here to give
a congratulatory speech.

I believe this is
his first public appearance.

Mr. Seo Jiwoo
has called him a father figure.

He is known for aesthetic combination
of lyric poetry with realism.

The true poet of his generation,
Mr. Lee Jeokyo.

I, Lee Jeokyo, am an old man.

Roethke refers...

to getting old...

as wearing the leaden weight
of what I did not do.

Just as your youth...

is not a prize for your efforts...

my agedness...

is not a penalty for my faults.

The novel Eungyo is...

like sweet rain upon a dry land.

It will be hard
to write a story more beautiful...

more truthful or more replete.

Happy birthday, Grandpa!

I got you a cake and a present.

Grandpa.

Your windows are so dirty.

Would you like me to clean it
as a birthday present?

Eungyo’s here.

You don’t seem happy to see me.

No, I’m glad to see you.

Grandpa.

Here’s salt.

Looks really good.

Look at this, Grandpa!

Looks good.

I’ve also brought candles.

Let’s just light one.

What?

Light just one candle.

Okay.

Our famous writer is here.

Sir.

Happy birthday.

I’ll get going now.

He’s diabetic. He can’t eat cake.

Mr. Seo!

Come here. Have a drink before you go.

Try it.

Let’s see.

How’s my salad and soup?

It’s very good.

It is, isn’t it?

Grandpa, do you know
when they started drinking wine?

A 4,000-year-old wine bottle
was found in Georgia.

It’s almost as old as the human race.

Why do you keep asking him
questions instead of me?

Don’t bother him.

You never have good answers.

It’s easier when he explains things.

You are too... loose.

A typical engineer.

I don’t know how he became a writer,
do you?

What’s wrong with majoring in engineering?

Did you write poetry like him?
Like Grandpa?

I wanted to write poetry.
I desperately wanted to.

You started writing novels
because you couldn’t write poems?

Then poetry is the highest level?

Poetry is higher.

Did you know that--

Me, Seo Jiwoo, the genre novelist--

People scorned me...

but now they worship me...

just because I won a prize.

The mighty critics
who never once called me...

now can’t get enough of me.

So you are noble, so what?

So you are a national poet, sir. So what?

The key is to succeed.

No matter what!

I’m no longer a mask.

I’m Seo Jiwoo and--

I’m really going to succeed, sir.

Really.

I have a quiz for you.

I want you to be my student in next life.

Why do you think I do?

That’s the quiz?

To make him do my laundry and cooking.

I’m drunk. I’ll go to bed now.

Eungyo should go home now.

Didn’t you say you have
a breakfast meeting tomorrow?

Go to bed.

It’s not a breakfast meeting.

It’s a lecture.

Good night, sir.

I can do without much sleep.

I’m still young.

Sir, thank you very much.

You turned an engineer into a writer.

Who didn’t know anything about stars?
Thank you, sir.

Happy birthday, Grandpa.

Good night.

I should go to bed.

Good night, Eungyo.

Here? This shallow part?

You are ticklish here?

-Here and here.
-Don’t!

How much do you care for me?

How much do you care for me?

Do you know why teenage girls have sex?

Because you care for me.

You came back because you care for me.

Because I am lonely.

I’m lonely too. That’s why.

Who fiddled with the engine?

The handle has no control.

You are lucky to be alive!

-Is it because the car is old?
-No.

Someone loosened it.

-Loosened it?
-Yes.

If someone loosened it,
it means he did it on purpose.

If he did, he meant to kill you.

Who messed with this car?

And it’s fairly recent.

Look here, no oil marks.

See how dangerous an amateur job can be?

People think the Internet
is all they need to fix a car.

Did you think I’d let
that old man get to me?

I can see inside your head.
I know all about it, old man.

Damn!

EUNGYO

CARELESS

My--

My beloved and respected...

teacher who--

How could he do this to me?

After all I’ve done.
No son could have been more loyal!

You have one new message.

I--

I killed Seo Jiwoo.

Grandpa.

You smell so drunk.

My mom.

Her heels are cracking again.

Like a tree bark.

She’s shaving it with a knife again.

Crouching down.

I was watching her...

when it suddenly came back to me.

Remember the night I came here?

That moment.

That air.

That temperature. That humidity.

That warmth.

Some things can never be felt
no matter how hard you explain.

Even if you had told someone...

a third person... can never describe it.

An engineer...
who thinks all mirrors are the same.

How could he know!

Eungyo belongs to you.

You wrote Eungyo.

Thank you...

for making me so pretty in the story.

I...

didn’t know... I was so pretty.

I had no idea.

I didn’t know anything like an idiot.

I was just a big-headed idiot.

I was so stupid.

Good-bye, Grandpa.

Good-bye...

Eungyo.