All language subtitles for Recipe.For.Farewell.S01E07

(Seoul Family Court)

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Is this enough?
You need to have a proper meal.

You know I like bread.
I like to eat like this.

I imprinted my registered seal,

so imprint yours...

and mail it
with your certificate of seal impression.

Then, I'll take care of the rest.

You know my studio's address, right?

I do.

Then, this is the last time
we see each other, right?

Well, we'll have to see each other
for various reasons.

I'll go see Jae Ho too.

Okay.

Make sure to call me in advance.
I'll be away for you.

You don't have to do that.

We just couldn't share
our day-to-day lives together.

It's not like we hated each other.

After some time,

I'm sure we'll be able to become friends.

I didn't know that.

If we'd known it sooner,
we should've stayed as friends.

Maybe we should have.

You'll now be able to focus on your work.

And after some time passes,

I'll change somehow.

Like how?

Into a nasty and cranky person?

I'll be doing lectures,

writing, and taking naps.

Like that.

Just do not skip meals.

You shouldn't eat poorly like now
because you're alone.

But I can't cook.

All right.

I'll take care of myself, so don't worry.

Okay.

Now it's not something
I should be worried about, anyway.

- I'm leaving.
- Okay.

You'll be injected with a pain reliever.

Hang in there, Ms. Jung.

Sir, please hold this side.

- Hold her tight so that she doesn't move.
- Okay.

We administered her sedative as well,

so she'll be able to take some rest.

Please keep an eye on her
and let me know if she feels pain again.

You can let go of her arm now.

Sorry?

You can let her go now.

(Episode 7, What I Couldn't See Yesterday)

I'm late.

I heard the alarm,
but I failed to wake up.

I finally managed to open my eyes,

and I don't have much time.

I have to make lunch for my son,

who stayed up all night in the hospital.

Of course, the 20-year-old boy...

wouldn't satisfy
with the food served at the hospital.

No matter what I make,

I start cooking by chopping pork.

But when I need to defrost pork,

I sometimes start
by chopping potatoes or onions.

I plan to make fried rice today.

It's the best dish for picky eaters.

It becomes delicately flavorful
if you add fruits.

One good thing about cooking at home...

is that you can go heavy on ingredients.

Now that I've tried it many times,

I can easily tell how big one serving is.

I never forget to add bird's eye chili.

Because it raises appetite at once.

My son tells me not to cook,

but he always enjoys the food I make.

So it's worth cooking for him
all the time.

(Fried rice lunch box
covered with an omelet blanket)

What are you doing?

You said you were late. I'm late too.

Then, you can go first.

I'll do it when I come home. Just leave.

How can I leave with these here like this?

It's okay. You'll create even more mess!

If your work is too busy,
we can just eat simply at home.

What's all this? It's so gross.

Don't do it
if you're going to say it's gross.

Everyone has his own way.

Don't ruin the day because of nothing
before it even starts.

Whatever. Then, you take care of it.

You're here.

Hi, Dad.

Why aren't you eating?

She didn't get a wink of sleep,
so she has no appetite at all.

What's that?

It's Jae Ho's lunch.

You didn't have to bring it...

I said I was really okay.

You both are going through a lot
because of me.

Where's yours?

I already had some at home.

Mom, I'll come back tomorrow.

Okay.

Oh, Jae Ho.

You don't need to hurry.
And call me if anything comes up.

Okay.

How are you, Ms. Jung?

Not so different.

I wish the pain had stopped.

I know.

Actually, I talked to the doctor,
and he prescribed morphine.

So I'm going to connect it
to your IV line.

This is a button to inject morphine.

You can press it
when the pain is unbearable.

Then, can she press it
whenever she feels pain?

Right.

But the drug doesn't go in
every time she presses the button.

Once she presses it, it's not going
to work for the next ten minutes.

So you don't need to worry about overdose.

I see.

Let's see how it works.

Thank you.

If it feels too stuffy to stay inside,

so how about we go out
to get some fresh air?

It's okay. I want to lie down.

Okay.

It's strange.

What is?

There are especially
many of Gogh's paintings in this hospital.

You're right.

If they knew how Gogh's life had been,

they wouldn't find the paintings
that comfortable, though.

I heard...

Gogh's paintings make
people feel comfortable.

Do you remember
the painting in the hallway?

"Bedroom in Arles."

It's the painting Gogh painted...

when he invited Gauguin to his house...

after he moved to the countryside.

And there is a total of three versions...

Why do you stop in the middle of talking?

I don't really remember.

I guess my memory is failing too.

I guess so.

You don't even know why I asked you that.

What?

Nothing.

Actually, I remember.

The two friends, Gogh and Gauguin,
who'd missed each other so much,

had a big fight...

due to their conflicting notions
about art before long.

And Gogh, under extreme anxiety,

cut his own ear.

The last version of "Bedroom in Arles"...

was painted in the mental hospital
ten months before he died.

What's that?

You brought lunch out of the blue?

I just did.

You have no choice if your mom makes it
and tells you to take it.

Jae Ho, you're such a mama's boy,
aren't you?

Shut it, you geek.

I'll rather have my mom's lunch
than this school food.

Hey.

I thought we were having
our mom's homemade lunch...

only on the SAT day in our lives.

I felt so sick after having the cold rice
that day...

that I messed up the afternoon subjects.

You'd never know
how much I blamed my mom at home.

What a great son you are.

My mom didn't make it.

Then, are you living alone?

Just dig in.

Can I stop eating?

Sure.

I'll cook something for you
when I come here next time.

Is there anything you'd like to eat?

- Anything you want to drink?
- No.

Okay.

- Anything to drink?
- Yes.

I think I can drink juice, though.

Juice? What juice?

Are mangoes expensive these days?

You can't eat much, anyway.

Why would you even worry
about such a thing?

And...

I have something to ask you.

Okay. What is it?

Is Ms. Jung's condition serious?

She's getting treatment
and trying to overcome it.

She'll get better.

She said she was waiting for your answer.

She's really something.

That's not what's important now.

For her, the publishing house
is the most important, you know.

No, it's not.

She cares so much about you and Jae Ho.

Does she?

Anyway, have you thought about it?

Even if the doctor lets her go home,

she won't be the same as before.

She's overworked herself too much so far.

I hope you don't get
too stressed out, either.

And don't be too complacent
with your youth.

I'm not that young, though.

Come on.

If you aren't young,
should we be lying in coffins by now?

I didn't mean it.

I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry,
and take over the publishing house.

You're practically running it already,
after all.

What's making you so hard to say yes?
Nothing is going to change, anyway.

I know.

But if I say yes,

it'll feel like I accept reality.

And I don't like it.

If I do,

it means the publishing house will go on
without Ms. Jung.

Emotions are
the reactions of automatic nerves.

You just need to avoid too much stress,

or the automatic nerve will get too salty.

If you can't avoid getting stressed,

taking deep breaths can be helpful.

If you take deep breaths,

the automatic nerve will get bland.

When you're overwhelmed with emotions,

remember to take deep breaths.

It's better if you're outside.

Inhale as much as you can
until your lungs are about to pop.

And then, exhale.

Then,

the saltiness will be removed
from your emotions.

Tell me if you need time.
I can come sometime later.

You can take your time.

No. I'm done reading.

So?

Even if I beat around the bush,
nothing will change,

so I'll cut to the chase.

Let's upset the current book project.
It's too far from our initial plan.

But you asked me to do this,

and we all agreed on it
in the first script meeting.

And now you want
to call off everything now?

But it's just way too different
from what I thought. It can't be helped.

Be honest with me.

Would you have been the same
if it'd been someone else, not me?

I would've been the same
no matter who the writer had been.

I'm not doing this because you wrote this.

Come on. Do you know how many projects
I've turned down because of this?

So many people already know...

that the book you translated
has become a best seller.

Still, I can't give a yes
when it doesn't look okay, can I?

But... Then, what's the problem?

If there were problems
that could be fixed,

I would rather suggest you fix them.

But the writer's tenor falters.

The idea isn't consistent
throughout the work.

Is it because you've translated
others' works too much?

What?

I made a tongue slip. Never mind.

("Ghost Called Individuality")

Gosh.

The fantasy of sharing
day-to-day lives together.

The reckless belief that all conflicts
can be resolved through conversations.

And...

the wrong assumption...

that both of us will lead a decent life
even after a divorce.

Like so,

we agreed to go separate ways.

If you've never cut mangoes before,
you'll get flustered.

The thin yet hard seed is...

located right at the center of the fruit.

So you need cut off...

each side of the seed
so that it becomes three slices.

Leave it unpeeled...

and make crosswise cuts in the flesh.

And if you stretch it to each side,
the flesh comes off easily.

As I cut mangoes,

I'm reminded of Gogh's "Sunflowers."

The juice was
much thicker than I expected it to be.

Will it get thinner
if I blend it with some pear?

Now I'm confused
if the main fruit of this juice...

is mango or pear.

It's lost its identity already,

so I decided to put
in as many fruits as I could.

(Ask your mom what fruits she likes
other than mango.)

Dad asks you what fruits you like
besides mango.

Tell him that I'm good, just with mangoes.

(She said mangoes were enough.)

Just tell her to name one.

(Then, grapefruits.
She likes grapefruits.)

(Got it.)

- Excuse me.
- Yes?

Do you have grapefruits?

Grapefruits?

I don't think we do.

But we have grapefruit juice.

- Grapefruit juice?
- Yes, do you want it?

No thanks. I'll just take these.

Okay. This way, please.

I had to visit a few more supermarkets
and finally found grapefruits.

I bought a couple of fruits
at each supermarket,

and I ended up
with a shopping basket full of fruits.

Maybe I bought too much.

I started with making grapefruit juice,
my wife's favorite.

The next one was dragon fruit juice.

I added lemon and grape too.

And I made apple juice.

Tomato juice is rich in fiber...

and has a good anticancer effect as well.

I also made some green juice
using barley grass and kale...

with green grapes
that can neutralize bitterness.

I have one unused bottle left.

I can just stop here,

but I want to make some more now.

Oh, maybe I should make cabbage juice.

It will help her soothe her stomach.

This is the mango juice you wanted.

Here's grapefruit juice.

And this one is kale juice.

Dragon fruit juice.

I only asked you for mango juice.

You can choose what you like now.

I can drink what you don't like.

What's this one?

That's cabbage juice.

I like the color.

You do?

Then, I'll store the rest in the fridge.

Try the mango juice first.

It's so you.

Gosh.

Honey, what's wrong?

Wait here. I'll be right back.

It's intestinal obstruction
caused by cancer.

The tumor blocked the intestine,

so she can neither digest food
nor defecate.

In this case, we usually make
a new outlet through surgery,

but Ms. Jung's peritoneal metastasis
is so severe...

that we need to see
if she can get the surgery.

Then, she can't even get surgery?

We'll first remove the remaining food
and feces through a nasogastric tube.

And we'll be able
to control her pain until then,

but long-term administration of analgesic
can cause vomiting.

If she keeps retching
with a nasogastric tube in,

she can get pneumonia.

It doesn't look favorable in many ways.

- Once a nasogastric tube is inserted,
- she can no longer eat food.

Through her nose,

she'll get the minimum amount of nutrients
she needs to survive.

It'll feel a bit uncomfortable.

Hold your breath.

You'll feel like coughing.
Try to hold it and swallow your saliva.

One more time.

Hold on!

Please try to stand it.

We'll do it again.

Please wait outside, sir.

Let's try once again.

Hold your breath,
and you should suppress your cough too.

Hold your breath and swallow the saliva.

(Kangbuk Samsung Hospital)

I take a deep breath and exhale,

and I repeat it.

Do not forget...

that emotions are
only the reactions of automatic nerves.

Now I can no longer cook for her.

I didn't even get to complete
the separate tangsuyuk yet.

The next day,
my wife was transferred to the ICU again.

Pain control was somehow possible.

In that sense, modern medical science
almost felt like magic to me.

She no longer screamed like she used to.

But even modern medical science
was honest with itself.

Uncovering the thin blanket called hope...

that had kept us warm...

and allowing us some time to say goodbye.

That was the best
modern science could give us.

I thought
she could drink all these juices.

There are many things we can't realize
before they come true.

We say bye and go to each's home...

and have no doubt that we'll be able
to see each other tomorrow.

But it's such an arrogant belief.

I don't know how much time
we're left with,

but we could talk to each other
with a smile on.

Although she was in grave pain,

because she knew
that her pain was controllable,

she must felt relieved.

Is it painful?

How did you take care of those?

Those? What?

The juices.

What do you think?
Of course, I drank them all.

You're so mean.

When they remove all these wires
and let me go to the general ward,

the first thing I was going to do
was drink mango juice.

I can make it for you again. Don't worry.

Mangoes are expensive.

It's only seven dollars each.
I'll make it again.

- Really?
- Yes.

Then, promise me you'll make it again.

Sure.

But...

you don't have to make cabbage juice.

Okay.

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