Original subtitles

NAVILLERA

This program is rated 15.

EPISODE 9

What was that earlier?

Do you remember what happened?

Of course, I do.

You acted like you didn't recognize me.

Why would I not recognize you?

That makes no sense.

I just had something on my mind.

I mean, I…

Yes, I zoned out for a moment. That's all.

Never zone out during practice.

You'll hurt yourself.

-Let's go home now. -Okay.

See you, then.

I want to come over for dinner.

What?

Then we should ask Hae-nam to make something good.

Hello, Ms. Choi. It's Chae-rok.

I'm craving spicy stir-fried pork.

Hey, Seong-gwan.

-Hello. -Hi.

-What brings you here? -I came to get some stuff.

-Are you going somewhere? -Yes.

All right. Let's go in.

-Come on in. -Okay.

Honey, is that you?

Seong-gwan, what brings you here?

I had to get some stuff.

That's good. Have dinner with us.

Sit.

Why are Seong-gwan and Chae-rok outside?

They have something to discuss.

Can't they talk inside?

Are you going somewhere?

Yes.

To shoot a documentary.

Will it take long?

Yes.

I'm going pretty far away.

Why?

What's the matter?

There's a problem

with Mr. Sim.

A problem?

He's unwell.

Did he hurt himself while doing ballet?

That's not it.

What is it, then?

Spit it out.

He has…

Alzheimer's.

What?

He has Alzheimer's.

"Alzheimer's"?

My father?

He stood out on the street for more than 30 minutes today.

When I got there, he didn't recognize me.

I'm sure you're mistaken.

This is already the second time.

That I know of.

How did you find out?

I read his notebook.

I couldn't decide

whether I should tell his family.

Also, Mr. Sim doesn't know that I know.

I'll keep pretending I don't know.

I'll wait until he tells me.

He wants to continue with ballet.

And I want to make sure he can.

Hey, Ho-beom. Quick!

No. Give it back.

-Give that back. -Does it work?

Give it back.

Damn it. We screwed up.

Why aren't you playing?

Let's start a new room.

Hey, you never call me.

Where are you?

What is it, all of a sudden?

What? Did something happen?

Nothing happened.

Just tell me. What is it?

Seong-san.

Later,

who will regret more,

you or me?

No. You've always been there, so I'll probably regret it more.

What the hell are you talking about? Explain so I can understand.

If…

by any chance,

you get sick or something bad happens to you,

would you tell Eun-ho?

Never.

Why not?

No parents want their children to think they're weak or struggling.

Talk to you later, Seong-san.

Hey, Seong-gwan.

What is with this brat?

What's wrong, Seong-gwan? Why are you staring at me?

It'd better not be another stupid idea.

Father.

You passed.

What? What did I pass?

You're the main character of my documentary starting today.

I bet you're pretty photogenic.

What is this all about?

"The story of a man named Sim Deok-chul who took up ballet at 70."

Isn't that cool?

All you have to do is casually talk about yourself.

From why you love ballet

to what it is like to learn ballet.

You want me to talk about myself?

Are you sure you're not going back to the hospital?

What do you think, Father?

Seong-gwan. It does sound exciting, but…

Chae-rok approved the idea, too.

He did?

I don't really care about you talking about yourself or whatever.

But I thought it might help you learn ballet. That's why.

You've been zoning out a lot lately.

Are you already going through a slump?

Use this opportunity to motivate yourself.

You really think it's going to help me learn?

Yes.

Then I say yes.

How much are you going to pay him, by the way?

Am I getting paid?

Why does he eat here all the time, again?

Why do you?

You never listen to me.

How can you still eat my food?

I'll do the dishes today, Hae-nam.

Who else?

Seong-gwan.

You're not taking the bus?

I'm done with the dishes.

Come here, Deok-chul.

Why do I have to do this, all of a sudden?

Aren't you the main character?

You'll be in a documentary.

Does that mean you're okay with it?

Don't be ridiculous.

Goodness. Like father, like son, really.

And now Chae-rok, that brat, too.

What could I do against the three of you?

I don't know anymore.

Do whatever you want, all of you.

-Hae-nam. -Don't talk.

It's getting all crumpled.

INTERNET CAFE

Ho-beom.

What is it?

Sorry about earlier.

I got the wrong idea.

So?

Mr. Sim is a little unwell.

If you happen to see him like that again,

please do call me.

I beg you, Ho-beom.

Goodness. You startled me.

Why are you here so early?

I'm here to see my main character, Mr. Sim Deok-chul.

For the time being, I'll stay next to him around the clock.

Do you mean you'll be eating and sleeping here?

My, you're pretty flexible, Father.

Hey, Seong-gwan.

What are you doing here?

This must be going to be his masterpiece.

He's going to be leeching off us.

-Really? -I'll do my best, Father.

Me, too.

Go wash up. Breakfast is ready soon.

Okay.

"Alzheimer's"?

How did you find out?

I read his notebook.

NAME: SIM DEOK-CHUL ADDRESS: 11, SILLIM-RO 3GA-GIL, GWANAK-GU

MY NAME IS SIM DEOK-CHUL. I HAVE ALZHEIMER'S.

TODAY, I GOT LOST FOR THE FIRST TIME. THIS HAS NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE.

BALLET IS BECOMING MORE AND MORE FUN

IS THIS MY LIMIT? NO! I WILL TRY UNTIL I CAN.

Does…

he really have Alzheimer's?

Yes.

Exactly how bad is his condition right now?

At this stage, the progress is slow.

But you said he zoned out on the street.

The problem is,

his symptoms may not develop gradually.

They may step up several notches all of a sudden.

Or even a dozen notches at once.

That's why I advised him to tell his family.

My father…

is learning ballet.

Yes, I heard that.

Is it okay for him to continue?

Did you say you're a doctor?

I'm sure you know the answer.

What are you doing?

Get some shut-eye.

You came home after midnight.

Working at the same company as you might not be all bad, after all.

Is it so hard to say thank you?

Hi, Mom.

Do you know if everything's okay with Seong-gwan?

Why do you ask?

Yesterday, he called me out of the blue and talked nonsense.

He's going to shoot a documentary about your father.

-What? -That's what's going on.

Talk to you later.

What's wrong? What happened?

Seong-gwan, that little brat…

Forget it. What's the point of telling you?

Tell me so I know whether I should be worried or not.

My goodness.

By the way, is everything okay at work?

You're coming home later and later.

Everything's fine.

Everything's perfectly normal.

Welcome to Hello, Nine O'clock Part Two.

Here's a message that just arrived.

"Hello, sir.

I listen to your show every day.

I'm a fan living in Gwanak-gu.

And I have a granddaughter.

She just finished college and is working hard to get ahead in life.

I feel so sorry watching her struggle.

The world is not easy for young people these days.

I'm sending this message to cheer her up.

Eun-ho, did you know that I had your conception dream?

The brightest star in the pitch-black night sky

fell into our yard in my dream,

and you were born.

Eun-ho, you're my star. The brightest star.

Eun-ho, you can do this."

That was a message from Mr. Sim Deok-chul.

Our newest writer's name also happens to be Sim Eun-ho.

What a coincidence. Anyway, thank you so much.

Here's a song for Mr. Sim and his granddaughter.

-Standby. -"Two Hands to You" by Sweden Laundry.

Will I be able to forget

About the future I dreamed

Eun-ho.

of everyday long ago…

It's not your fault.

I'm glad that you hung in there, and I'm glad that you yelled at her.

You made me proud yesterday.

Will it be forgotten like the promise

We made to each other locking our fingers?

I keep losing

The things I loved…

I can't decide if I should tell Eun-ho.

I wonder if I could ever get used to it…

SEONG-GWAN: CHAE-ROK, I'LL START SHOOTING TODAY. SEE YOU AT THE STUDIO.

I am still who I used to be

But the way others see me has changed…

Father, should we get going?

Why are you smiling?

What? It's nothing.

Let's go.

I love going to the studio with you.

-Me, too. Let's go. -Okay.

I'll shine like a star someday, right?

Thank you, Grandpa.

My goodness.

I forgot my dance belt.

You forgot it?

Use mine.

I have an extra one.

What's with the fingers?

What are you doing?

What's this smell?

It's been washed.

Thanks.

Shoulders down. Elbows up.

Devant.

Slowly brush your foot.

Raise your leg. Relevé lent.

Point your toes.

Passé and keep your knee up.

Arabesque.

Keep your knee up.

Slowly into fifth.

Turn your head.

Look far away.

Now, try it without the bar.

Get started.

Shoulders down. Elbows up.

Keep your shoulders down.

Tighten your abs.

Slowly. Devant.

Brush your foot.

Relevé lent.

Slowly. Point your toes.

Passé. Keep your knee up.

Ballet is becoming more and more fun.

Sorry. Let me try again.

Do it slowly.

Every new move that I accomplish

gives me a sense of achievement.

I'll work hard so that I can accomplish more moves.

Welcome. What are you looking for today?

I need to get some fish.

-Is the mackerel fresh today? -It sure is.

-How much do you need? -All of this.

It's more than ten of them.

I know.

-You don't have to cut them. -Okay.

What do you need so much mackerel for?

Then again, mackerel is good for the elderly, right?

You sure know your fish.

Okay.

Delivery.

-Thank you. -Who…

Wait, it's from Mother.

What is it?

It's pomegranates.

-Wow. -My goodness. She didn't have to.

-Mom? -Did you get it?

We don't need these.

Honey, be nice.

They're good for women. Have them every day.

Fine, I will.

But don't send anything again.

Honey, pomegranates are supposed to be very good for the skin.

Can I have some?

Gosh, I can't believe you.

Put them away.

They look so tasty.

Where's Seong-gwan?

He has somewhere to be.

Oh, I'll wash the dance belt and return it to you.

Of course. Wash it thoroughly.

Okay.

Did you call your father?

No.

Why don't you go visit him once?

Don't tell me what to do.

Starting today, you'll practice in the afternoon, too.

What? In the afternoon, too?

I don't think it's enough to extend our lessons by 30 minutes.

I've been going easy on you because you don't have much stamina,

but it's time to up your game.

Practice until you can dance instinctively as soon as the music plays.

Muscles never forget.

Okay.

But can we start tomorrow instead?

Why not today?

I have something to do.

All right.

As an apology, I'll pay for the food.

LOCATION TRACKER

-If you're finished, let's go. -Okay.

Mr. Sim.

-What? -Your phone.

Oh, dear. My goodness.

Thanks.

See you tomorrow, Chae-rok.

We're supposed to start soon. What if he doesn't show up?

He will.

Seung-joo never shows up even one minute early.

The dancers are so excited. I really hope he shows up.

Here he comes.

You all saw him the other day, right?

Starting today, he'll be your coach--

Hey, I'm sure everyone knows who I am.

We've got just a month and a half to practice,

and we don't have enough dancers to perform the entire program.

I suggest we do a gala like last year.

First, I need to find out your levels,

so let's do a basic class today.

Let's get started.

-Yes. -Yes.

Two piano keys to you.

DIAGNOSIS SIM DEOK-CHUL

THE PATIENT HAS ALZHEIMER'S. REQUIRES CONTINUOUS TREATMENT.

I asked my sister to pay extra attention to him.

Don't worry too much.

Thanks.

Like you said,

I got doused all the way to my underwear.

It really brought me to my senses.

-Good afternoon. -Hello.

-How are you? -Good, thanks.

Hey, Seong-gwan.

Father.

It's been bothering me.

You go around in sandals even in the winter.

I figured there must be a reason.

But…

I still felt bad.

It was warm.

The blood.

His heart had stopped.

I had even declared him dead myself.

But his blood that dripped onto my feet was still warm.

It's not true, is it, Doctor? Please tell me it's not.

It can't be. No, Doctor.

When I realized there was nothing I could do,

I became disillusioned.

I was wearing these in that very operating room.

I couldn't take them off.

I was afraid I'd want to go back there

if I took them off.

I was afraid that I'd wrongly believe there's something I could do once again.

Father.

I'll wear these when I'm ready.

SIM DEOK-CHUL'S CURRENT LOCATION FOUND

I heard you're working hard on your rehab.

Are you warmed up?

Let's get started.

Okay.

Here's some mackerel. Here, too.

Mom. Is all of this…

It's all mackerel, Seong-gwan.

Let's not complain and enjoy our meal.

You hear that? Don't be picky if you want to get married.

How does that make sense?

Stop nitpicking.

Listen, Seong-gwan.

Your mom is always right.

That's the only rule in this house.

Right, Hae-nam?

-Just eat your mackerel. -Okay.

Dad is late again?

Isn't he the one who insisted on having family dinner once a week?

He's busy these days.

I'm not sure if he even had dinner.

What about you?

How's work? Not too difficult?

Well…

It's kind of fun.

It's fun? What do you mean?

I hurry to the station, go through the security gate

and up to the radio studio every morning.

Then I arrive in a completely different world.

The studio is filled with people I've never met before.

When our show airs,

we get messages from total strangers telling us their stories.

They tell us who they are,

and some people send messages to cheer others up.

And there's someone who roots for me.

Anyway, I find that pretty touching. It's fun.

I want to do better.

I should stop making mistakes soon, but that's not easy.

Then don't.

Mom.

Do you realize you sound just like Dad sometimes?

Are you leaving?

Yes.

You've changed a little.

What do you mean?

You're practicing as usual even after giving up on the competition.

I've always been like this.

No, you've changed.

Did something happen?

I'll be off.

Some kids grow from failure. It makes them desperate.

Nonsense. You can only grow from success.

Failures don't make you grow. They only make you small.

Could it be because of Mr. Sim?

Then that's great.

Isn't that what you wanted?

It is, but…

How was your first day as a coach?

You've never taught anyone other than Chae-rok.

I called Heung-sik to ask if you yelled and quit,

but he told me nothing like that happened.

All the dancers there have their stories, so it wasn't boring.

So you had fun.

Not really.

I know you did.

I forgot my dance belt.

You forgot it?

You do know it's too late for you to become a dancer, right?

Did you mean it when you said you wanted to be on stage?

Why?

I want to soar

at least once in my lifetime.

What really scares me is

that someday, I might not be able to do what I want

or don't even remember what I want to do anymore.

Mr. Sim. Are you okay?

That's why this moment is precious to me.

I'm not going to hesitate.

I'm going to give it my all.

Raise your arms higher.

Don't just imitate. Dance properly.

Try again.

Why are you looking at the camera?

-I just… -Focus on your moves.

Pretend Seong-gwan isn't here and there's no camera.

Pretend I'm not here and you're just by yourself.

I even took all the jumps out of the sequence.

Can't you do better than this?

I'm sorry. Let me try once again.

Arms up, remember?

Chae-rok.

I was just going to shoot without saying anything,

but I'm afraid

you're pushing him too hard.

You see,

just because Mr. Sim is unwell doesn't mean I'll go easy on him

or teach him half-heartedly.

Why doesn't he quit?

Why does he hide his condition and continue with ballet?

If you think about it, there's only one answer.

He wants to give it his all.

I'm going down first.

Chae-rok.

Let's go have lunch.

Seong-gwan, are you coming with us?

Sure.

Father, let's go.

I don't have much of an appetite.

You still need to eat.

I'll eat later. You two go ahead.

-Father. -Then get some rest.

-I'll get you a lunchbox. -That'd be great.

I want an eel lunchbox.

Hello.

-Hello. -Mr. Sim. Did you have lunch?

Are you not feeling well?

After practicing all morning,

my knees are aching. It's quite painful.

-It's okay. Lie down slowly. -Okay.

-Take off your shoes. -Okay.

Oh, my.

Let me have a look.

My body can't keep up after a certain point.

I'm worried

if I'm straining myself.

I feel bad since Chae-rok is working so hard as my teacher.

I'm not sure if this is right anymore.

-Am I just being stubborn? -Mr. Sim.

Then how about

you give up here?

What?

If you give up, you won't have to worry about these things anymore.

Please wait here for a moment.

Gosh, the place looks super cool.

How have you been?

-Come on in. -Thanks.

You renovated a church into a studio?

I didn't know that was even possible.

Gosh, I feel betrayed.

I didn't believe it when you started teaching Chae-rok.

Especially after all my failed efforts to convince you to teach me.

Come to think of it, everything seems so easy for Chae-rok.

He has you as his teacher

and got into the School of Dance in a year.

It wasn't easy.

-What? -It wasn't easy for him.

Was it easy for you?

Come on. You're scaring me. We haven't even seen each other in a while.

How's the preparation for the show going?

It's going pretty well. I should do a good job.

How's Chae-rok, anyway?

He's doing well.

I was so sure he'd easily get into the National Ballet.

How long are you going to have him under your wing?

Hey, what are you two doing here?

-It's been a while, Mr. Sim. -Yes.

Mr. Sim, haven't you heard?

What?

That's Hwang Hui from our school.

Hwang Hui?

Chae-rok, you know him well, don't you?

-Hello, Mr. Sim. -Hello.

Goodness.

Hello, I'm a huge fan of yours.

Didn't you say you were my fan?

I'm a fan of all ballet dancers in the world.

Thank you.

Who…

He's learning ballet from Chae-rok.

You're learning ballet?

I'm just a beginner.

I'm busy learning the basics.

It's not an easy hobby.

You're brave.

Chae-rok, I'm impressed.

I did hear that ballet is becoming popular as a hobby throughout the country.

Just have fun.

What?

Of course.

Good luck with the competition.

Thanks.

-I'll get going. -Okay.

-I'll call you. -Bye.

Goodbye. I look forward to your show.

Wait.

What is it, Chae-rok?

It's not a hobby.

What?

He's not doing ballet as a hobby.

It's only been six months,

but he's working really hard.

He even attended a performance meeting.

I know it's not easy.

At his age, he certainly has his limits.

But you know,

from the moment you first put on your ballet shoes,

ballet isn't easy for anyone.

It wasn't easy for you or me, either.

I know he won't get higher than a certain level.

But he's putting

the rest of his life on the line.

I understand. I'll root for him.

Did he hurt your feelings?

What? No, not at all.

Just what is ballet to you?

It's not a hobby for you.

You're not doing it for fun.

Why didn't you say anything?

Because at least I know it's not true.

I don't care what others say.

And I won't give up.

I'm not such a weak person.

I really love ballet.

I want to do it really well.

What?

You want to put Mr. Sim on stage?

You're being ridiculous.

He can do it.

He did well at the performance meeting.

That's different.

Why are you so eager now?

Hey, Mr. Sim isn't good enough yet.

And there's no show for him.

-What about Kim Heung-sik Ballet Company? -Hey.

They're doing a gala anyway.

Let Mr. Sim be a guest dancer.

It's not some school talent show.

They don't just put anyone up on stage!

-He'll audition. -What are you talking about?

Didn't you see Hwang Hui?

You should try to catch up with him instead of worrying about Mr. Sim.

-This is complete nonsense. -Mr. Ki!

Please give Mr. Sim a chance.

I beg you.

Then he needs to pass the audition.

You know it's not easy.

Are you up for it?

Yes.

What?

An audition?

Me? Really?

Yes.

If you pass, you get to perform on stage.

Chae-rok, thank you.

It's in a month. Let's plan a schedule…

No. Let's come up with a repertoire first.

Let's do Swan Lake.

-You want to play the prince? -No, the swan.

Pick something you're good at, not something you like.

Then I'll do it well.

Then let's decide this evening after having a look at some options.

I'm still picking Swan Lake.

You're unbelievably stubborn.

Thank you so much, Chae-rok.

For me, it's Swan Lake, no matter what.

-Just go back to your practice. -Okay.

Thanks, Chae-rok.

One bus ticket to Seoul, please.

-Here you go. -Thank you.

What do you think?

Does anything stand out to you?

Yes.

Swan Lake.

Still?

Let's take a short break.

Do you want anything from the café?

A vanilla latte.

It's my treat today.

-Forget it. -Father, I want an Americano.

Okay, Americano. An Americano for you, too, right?

Thanks, Chae-rok.

Why isn't this punk picking up?

Hello, Mr. Lee.

Hi, Se-jong.

It's been a while.

Are you here to see Chae-rok?

Yes. You, too?

Yes.

I wanted to have some pizza with him or something.

But I'll come back later.

All right. See you again.

Mr. Lee.

Did you hear that Chae-rok got injured?

That's why I'm here.

Then do you also know…

that Ho-beom did it?

All right. Lattes for you two.

And an Americano for me.

Father.

Yes?

Pass the audition by all means.

Thanks.

I could have practiced some more.

Take it easy. The audition is just a month away.

You don't want to get injured or anything.

You saw me give up the competition because of my injury.

Right. I understand.

See you, Seong-gwan.

Mr. Sim, don't practice at home. Just rest up.

We have a performance meeting tomorrow.

Okay. Don't worry.

Thank you, Chae-rok.

See you.

Father.

Hey. You haven't changed the password.

It's hot. Here you go.

How's your injury?

I'm going through rehab.

I see.

Have we ever…

been to a bathhouse together?

A bathhouse?

-No? -We have. When you were four.

Just wanted to know.

Let's do it again sometime.

Sure. Let's do that.

AUDITION

It's bad luck to sigh, Seong-gwan.

Okay.

Father.

Yes?

You know,

I thought you were someone who always loses.

You always lose to Mom,

and you always lost at work, too.

I thought that was why

our family struggled.

But these days,

you're like a different person.

You've become a person who is determined to win.

You won't back off an inch until you succeed.

Like someone who won't give up to the end.

That's at least what you look like through my camera lens.

How should I put it…

It was…

very touching, Father.

Is that right?

Yes.

Make sure you win. Okay, Father?

Okay. I promise.

Are you leaving?

Yes.

It's late.

Please, spend the night.

My bus is here.

Okay. Go ahead.

Thanks for dinner last night.

Get home safely.

Okay. Thanks. Take care.

DACHEONG BILLIARDS CLUB

I told him about the performance meeting.

Let's go.

Mr. Sim isn't here yet.

He's already here.

I think he went to the bathroom.

Go get him. Meet me downstairs.

I have to remember it.

Pull yourself together, Deok-chul.

Mr. Sim, are you in there?

It's Chae-rok. Open the door!

Mr. Sim!

You have to remember it. Pull yourself together, Deok-chul.

Mr. Sim. Are you okay?

Subtitle translation by: Min-jin Kim

NAVILLERA

You should quit ballet.

-I can do it. -No, you can't!

It's for his own good.

Where is Mr. Sim?

He's going to rest for the time being.

They've sent you an official invitation.

Can I be admitted at any time?

He hasn't been going to class lately.

What the hell are you talking about?

He's a bit sick.

What if something happens to you?

I was really terrified.

Chae-rok.

I'm terrified as well.

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