Original subtitles

Brought to you by HaruHaruSubs

Please do NOT hardsub/stream our English Subtitles on any streaming site

Next, the 'Baby Goat' sang by the Butterfly class.

Attention. Bow.

What are you doing? Isn't this yours?

You're clumsier than you look.

I'm sorry, I was in such a rush.

You don't have to apologize.

I left something behind too, so I went back there.

I was shocked to see your scarf there.

I thought you had returned too.

I'm just joking.

How was your daughter's performance?

Good, thanks to you.

Thanks to me?

You were so mad because it was my fault you were late.

Is this because I found your scarf for you?

I'll be going then.

Hyejin.

Let's have lunch.

Let's have lunch together.

I have to work.

Don't pretend to work so hard.

It's just a job. Let's go.

No, I really don't feel like it.

I'm sorry.

All right then.

Director, I thought the painting was going to be ruined.

The paint flew out of my hands.

- That painting was worth $5 million. - Really?

Yes, Minyeong.

Goodness, you would've had to pay it back for life.

I couldn't pay it off this lifetime on my salary.

I thought I was going to die.

Director, isn't the vice-director having lunch?

Let her be.

Excuse me?

She's so mean.

I asked her to eat and she said she's going to work.

She can do all the work. Let's just enjoy lunch.

- Come on, eat up. - Yes, director.

- Minyeong, eat up too. - Yes.

Thank you.

Yes, this is Seonghyeon Gallery.

- Eat up. - Yes, director.

It's done! The birth of 'The Cuckoo's Password.'

Written by Kim Yeonghui.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I've finished writing it!

I was tired, so I came home early.

What? Mr. Kang's going to fill in for me. I want to rest.

What? I know.

The students keep switching to the big academy next door.

I don't know what to do. I have a headache too.

All right, I know.

Let's discuss it tomorrow. Let me rest today.

If we think about it tomorrow, we should think of something.

I know. I'm sorry about this.

Bye.

Look at this mess.

What's this doing here?

Honey? Where are you?

Are you in here?

Are you home?

What are you doing? The house is a mess.

I'm in the shower. I'll be out soon.

I'll clean up afterwards. Just leave it.

How can I just leave it?

You call this a home?

Shouldn't she clean up before taking a shower?

Is that the correct attitude? How can I live like this?

Kim Yeonghui! Be quiet!

Hey! Are you taking a long bath?

Don't sing in the shower. Be quiet!

Where are the boys?

They went to academy. They'll be home tonight.

Why are you home so early?

Because I'm beat.

Look at how she leaves her clothes lying around.

Did she take her clothes off here because no one's home?

[The Cuckoo's Password]

'The Cuckoo's Password?'

Yes, the cuckoo's password.

What is this?

There was a man in Seoul with the nickname Cuckoo.

Why the name? Because he always promised his wife and kids.

But he never did anything for them. He was a terrible husband.

Geez... So what?

So? His wife and 3 sons had a terrible life.

What? 3 sons? Geez!

Then one day, her husband died in a car accident.

What? Died?

Geez!

Yes, her husband died.

Honey...

Dad...

Dad!

Dad!

Kids, let's get over this sadness and go on with our lives.

- All right? - Yes, mom.

Honey...

The husband left them $2 million in inheritance.

But he died without giving them the password.

His wife met his lawyer to retrieve the password.

My skin is still so firm. Look at this slender neck.

Looking sexy, Kim Yeonghui!

But what should I do about this underarm fat?

My arms are so strong.

Why are you standing there like that?

What is it now?

Is it because it's messy?

I'm sorry. I was about to clean up.

What is this?

- Give me that. - Hold it right there.

I said stay still.

I told you not to write.

- I didn't write. - You didn't? What is this then?

A lucky charm? The one that the monk gave you?

May Buddha bring you good fortune.

Your home has a bad energy.

I don't believe this.

Gichang, give that to me. I just...

Have you lost your wits?

How can you do this with all that's going on in our house?

What's wrong with our house? Give it to me.

Stay still! Back away!

What? What's wrong?

One locks the door so that I have to tear it down.

One beats up his friend and gets his hair permed.

How could you do this again?

What did I do? What's wrong with a little bit of writing?

Did I spend money? Gamble? Did I cheat on you?

I just sat at home and thought about what I like.

I wrote it down in words. Why do you punish me for that?

Am I your slave? Am I?

You've kept me locked up in this house for 16 years.

Must you try to control my mind too?

- It's so immature and dirty. - What's immature and dirty?

A widow who has 3 sons.

A story of how she starts over with the inheritance...

That's right. She meets a young lawyer.

She remarries. That's immature and dirty, not beautiful.

You leave the house in a mess to write that nonsense?

You sit down and what you do is

immature and dirty. That's why I'm saying this.

She doesn't marry that man.

She searches for the password. She misses her husband again.

Be quiet!

Anyway, it's immature and it's of low quality, isn't it?

- What? - Does that hurt your pride?

Should I be more specific? You may feel hurt...

But in my opinion, that's what all TV dramas are like.

They sell unrealistic dreams to middle-aged housewives.

'When will they kiss? When will they get married?'

'Goodness, his mother is against the marriage.'

'What a mean, stubborn mother-in-law.'

'The poor daughter-in-law. Reveal the secret of her birth.'

'Father, are you really not my biological father?'

'Then who is my father?'

'What? I'm the enemy's daughter?'

'I'm a sinner who has loved someone I should not.'

Should I keep doing? This is what TV drama is about.

What? Am I wrong?

I can't stand having you ridicule my work.

Work? Did you call it your work?

'Hamlet,' 'King Lear,' 'Crime and Punishment,' 'Resurrection,'

'Anna Karenina,' 'The Great Gatsby,'

'Homage to Catalonia,' 'Honbul,' 'Taeback Mountains,' 'The Square.'

These are works.

I may not be that good, but I want to be a writer.

A writer? Did you say a writer?

Listen to me. Writers write about life, death, family and religion.

They deal with the problems of humanity like Tolstoy.

Dostoevsky overcame poverty to write 'Crime and Punishment.'

Gabriel Marquez who was awarded the Nobel Prize.

The Greek novelist, Nikos Kazantzakis. Jo Jeongrae who wrote 'Taeback Mountains.'

Oh... And the late Park Wanseo. We call them writers. Got that?

You are not a writer, so what you've written are not works.

Then what is this? What?

Like I said. The immature fantasy of middle-aged housewives.

You want to be involved in such an immature fantasy.

So you disregard your 3 sons.

You disregard your husband who has come home sick.

The house is 5 minutes away from becoming a dump.

What man wouldn't be angry? Don't you agree?

What is a family? What?

- A family is one heart, one mind... - Forget it.

I understand, so stop it. I won't write again.

So just give that to me, please!

- No, I can't give it to you. - Why not?

Don't worry. Another monk will come and give you a lucky charm again.

- What? - Forget it.

- Honey, wait a minute. - Let go of me.

- No, don't. - Let go!

Honey! No!

No...

Excuse me, where's lot 109?

What?

Pipe down!

What have you done right to be so noisy?

Mother, stop it.

What did you do right then?

- I'm home. - Hello.

What are you doing?

Can't you tell? Preparing dinner.

- Why are you doing it? - Come home early after work.

Why is the gallery so busy?

I'm sorry.

I was going to come quickly, but I got caught up.

Where's mother?

Don't even talk about her.

I told her to be careful in the bathroom.

She didn't listen. She went into the wet bathroom and slipped.

So I'm preparing dinner and she's lying down in her room.

Mother, are you all right?

No, I'm not.

Live a good life after I die.

Mother, don't say that.

Did you go to the doctor?

Yes, I went.

Anyway, can you make dinner before everyone gets home?

There's nothing to eat.

All right. Don't worry and rest.

Goodness...

Mom, let's play. Can we play with dolls, please?

I'm busy. I have to make dinner.

No, no! Play with me!

Why don't you ever play with me?

Rani, stay still. I'm tired.

Mom, what is it?

Nothing. Play there.

I'll play with you when I'm done.

When?

- Are you working hard? - Yes, grandmother.

Your mother-in-law's not well, so you take care of it today.

I will.

Why is she following you around? She'll just get in the way.

I hate you, grandma!

It's great to have two daughters-in-law. If one gets sick, two does the work.

It's great.

Mom...

Rani, it's okay. Don't cry.

- Mother, don't be like that. - I told you to be careful.

You're so clumsy, despite your age.

Don't cry.

This is for you. This is for you, father.

- Honey. - Thanks.

- Hurry up. - Yes. Here.

Thank you.

Did you make this?

- Why? Does it taste funny? - Even if it does, just eat it.

Your mom hurt her arm today.

Grandma... It's good.

Your cooking gets better every day, Hyejin.

Really?

Don't laugh!

Both of you just leap at the chance to make fun of me.

Aren't you going to have dinner?

I told you.

I'm in so much pain. Don't talk to me.

She should've been careful. It will take ages to heal.

I know.

Rani! Don't spill your food.

Speak for yourself.

What? Do you want me to teach you a lesson?

Be quiet, I can't eat.

Do you all want to fall in the bathroom too?

That should teach you to be quiet.

I think mom hurt herself badly.

What's the matter?

It's nothing.

Are you tired? Come here. I'll massage you.

It's okay. How is mother?

I was massaging her. Dad took over for me.

Come over here.

Hyejin! Hyejin!

I want a cup of coffee, but we've run out.

Yes, grandmother. I'm coming.

Do you want coffee?

Give it to me. I'll make it and bring it to your room.

2 coffees, 1 cream, 2 sugars.

Yes.

You should be more careful.

I know. I was so busy cleaning the bathroom.

That's why this happened.

- You have Hyejin to do that. - She doesn't come home early.

She always comes home late from the gallery.

I have a daughter-in-law, but it doesn't even show.

I'm sure Hyejin's having a hard time too.

It can't be easy living with you and mom.

But she didn't slip in the bathroom.

- Do it right. - Okay.

Dad, why isn't mom eating since last night?

- She's full. - Excuse me?

She's full, so she hasn't been eating since last night.

- What did you do this time? - Be quiet.

If you argue with me again, it will be worse than the door.

Eat your meal.

- Duhui, don't spill. - I won't.

- But dad... - Speak.

Can't you fry me an egg?

- An egg? - Yes, there's nothing to eat.

Hands up if you want a fried egg.

- Me. - Me.

2 fried eggs coming up.

Duhyeon, Duhui, you'll be late.

- Study hard at school today. - Yes!

- Don't hit your friend. - I won't.

Don't argue with your parents... I mean, your teacher.

Have a good day today, full of meaning, okay?

Left face!

Okay. Head to school! Start!

Hey, don't fight.

How long will you keep this up? Has there been a death in the family?

Did your parents die? Did your children die?

Are you acting this way over a little USB?

I'll let it go until tonight.

I won't tolerate this if you're still like this tonight.

The boys were so wary until this morning because of you.

Do you think they will be able to focus on their studies?

Get over it, for the sake of our family.

If you don't get over it, that's fine too.

It's your loss. You're not going to be a writer.

You, a writer? People will laugh.

How? Like this!

Hey, wife. Get over it!

Are you feeling better now?

I even have to make lame jokes for my wife.

Stop it.

Do you think it's possible for anyone to be a writer?

It's an occupation sent by the heavens.

If you were destined to be a writer, they wouldn't have given you 3 sons.

Think about why the heavens gave you 3 sons.

Once you've thought about it, clean up this dump of a house.

I'm going.

You, a writer?

If you become a writer, I'll burn my palm.

I'll burn both my palms.

Come inside.

Vice-principal.

Hello, vice-principal.

You boys... What happened to you?

Did you really go and catch them?

Yes, they will be back at school as of today.

Are these all the boys who ran away last time?

Why? What do you want to say to me now?

No... I just...

I'm glad you're back.

You rascals.

What will we do with you?

You must graduate school, no matter what.

How could you run out in the middle like that?

If you ever run away again, I won't let it go easily.

- Got that? - Yes.

Have you given up on being singers then?

No, we're going to sing and continue attending school too.

- What? How? - It's possible.

Will you be good in school or not? Answer me.

- We'll be good! - You troublemakers!

They're so handsome. Pity they're not smart.

Vice-principal...

- Did you wash the vegetables well? - Of course.

Let's see.

- Grapefruit juice? - I'm about to make it.

No, make it just before it's served.

Did we leave anything else out?

What is that noise?

Ujin, what are you doing?

What are you doing?

Playing the drums, why? Is it too loud?

No, it's fine. The house feels alive.

But come down and have some breakfast.

- Breakfast? - Yes.

All right.

- Hello. - Hello.

- Wow... - Don't stare. Eat up.

Aren't you hungry?

- But... - What is it?

Where's dad?

Your dad... Where could he be?

Ujin, don't worry. Just eat.

I'm sure he'll eat later.

Ujin! Where are you going?

- Dad. - What is it?

- What are you doing down here? - Having breakfast.

Did you come down to steal my instant noodles?

What's wrong with you?

- Hey! What's wrong? - Come with me.

Your mom will kill me if I go upstairs. Stop it.

Ujin.

I'm innocent. I'm being dragged to the table.

What is it?

I need rice and soup in the morning.

- What? Rice and soup? - Yes.

Rice and soup? Want to die?

Just eat as you're given.

Just eat it. I like rice and soup too, but I eat it.

We haven't eaten together in ages. You're ruining my taste for bread.

- Are you ignoring her efforts? - Honey.

- Be grateful to your mother. - Honey!

Yes, please speak.

- Do you want rice? - Yes.

I'm sorry. I had bread every morning in the States.

It's okay. Should I make rice?

- I'd be grateful for that. - Okay. Wait a minute.

- Excuse me! - Yes?

Let's make some rice. Can you make soup too?

- Yes. - Then make it right now.

All right.

Let's make it together.

Ujin, do you want some coffee?

Yes, leave it there.

Okay.

How's work going?

So-so.

If you have a headache, should we go shopping later?

It's all right. I don't like shopping.

Really? Work hard then. I'm leaving.

Hello?

It's me.

- Who? - Me! Kim Ujin's father.

- Are you joking? - No, I want to ask something.

- What? - Can I go up again tomorrow morning?

Are you making fun of me?

I got to eat because of Ujin today. I'm curious about tomorrow.

Actually, how about lunch and dinner?

Do I have to starve when Ujin's not home?

Listen to me. We only just got him to come home.

Until he's at peace, we're calling a truce.

A truce? I was abused until now.

Anyway, let's work as a couple to maintain this peace.

- All right? - All right.

But I want to have chopped noodles with clams for lunch.

- What? - Make the broth first with the clams.

Then roll out the dough and chop up the noodles.

I want it with egg topping too.

Ujin feels the same way. We spoke on the phone just now.

Bye!

How dare he?

Geez! Do you call this a wardrobe concept?

- What? It's pretty. - Pretty? Is that all?

Read the script. It has to suit the character and situation.

So what if it's pretty?

But she has to look pretty on camera.

So she's going to wear a black lace skirt at a funeral house?

- Geez! Do it again! - Okay, I will.

What will I do with you?

Did you really make spicy rice cakes for me?

If I didn't, you'd probably nag me.

Thank you.

- Mister. - Yes?

- Where are the instant noodles? - We don't have any.

- What? - We don't have any.

Kim Myeonghui! My brother hardly ever makes this for me.

Don't ask him for noodles. Just eat it.

You asked for spicy rice cakes at a soup restaurant.

Leave the egg. I want some too.

Let's split it in half.

Aren't you having any?

- No. - Why not?

I just don't want to. I'm listening to the music.

Your brother's so strange.

So are you.

What's this music? It's nice.

Mister!

It's the wedding scene from the ballet, 'Don Quixote.' Okay?

'Don Quixote?' Is there a ballet version of that too?

Yes, there is.

Aren't you getting married?

Don Quixote got married too. What about you?

- Mister! - I'm not getting married!

Why do you care anyway? Just eat that and go.

Don't shout at me. I'm just worried about you, dear.

Dear? Who's your dear?

Geez...

Talk about overreacting.

I bet no one has called you dear before, right?

I don't need to hear that. Just eat it and leave.

- What? - Be quiet!

I can't make any sense of that music. Don't talk about it.

Eat.

Minyeong, Hyejin isn't answering the phone.

Has she gone somewhere? Isn't she in her office?

Yes, director. She just went out for a little while.

Did she?

Okay, I'm heading over to the gallery now.

Yes.

- Are we almost there? - Yes.

Wait a minute.

- Let me out and go to the gallery. - Yes.

Your shoes are so old.

- Can you mend them? - Sure.

They're just old. It doesn't mean I can't mend them.

- Please mend them well for me. - I will.

- Director. - I knew it.

You're slacking off while I'm away. How could you?

- No, I... - I'll mend my shoes too.

- Excuse me, can I sit down? - Of course.

Come on, sit down.

- Should I wear these? - Yes, go ahead.

Here.

- They don't need to be mended. - Take a closer look.

- Or just polish them for me. - Yes, all right.

- What are you looking at? - Excuse me?

Did you get shocked that I caught you slacking off?

Look at you getting mad at me.

Someone would think you were my boss.

You don't even eat with me.

How have you been? I haven't been here for a few days.

Good.

None of the paintings have been stolen?

I get to tease you now that I've gotten away from the factory.

This is great.

How did you hurt your hand?

While I was cooking. It's taking a while to heal.

Really?

It's okay. You won't die.

- Your shoes are both done. - Thank you.

- How much is it? - $15 for the two of you.

Excuse me, Hyejin... I mean, vice-director.

Can you lend me some money? I don't have any cash.

Or just pay for me. Don't just stare.

Do me a favor. Pay for my shoes.

You don't want to pay for me?

Think about the fact that I pay you your salary.

Come on.

Your purse is so neat.

Stop it.

Stay still or I'll take a look at your ID card photo.

- Did you say it's $15? - Yes.

Thank you.

You live with your grandmother-in-law?

Yes.

It must be tough.

My mom had a hard time living with her mother-in-law too.

If you have a grandmother-in-law as well...

How long did your mother live with her mother-in-law?

Around 10 years. She had to look after her when she was ill too.

Your mother must have had a hard life too.

- What is it? - Now you talk to me.

Excuse me?

You can be really cold sometimes.

Excuse me?

I guess that's your trait. Let's go.

The biscuit factory has to do well for this gallery to operate.

If the factory fails...

My dad will fire me on the spot.

That's why I'm working so hard.

I have to work hard.

- Yes? - Ujin?

- Who is it? - Me, your father.

We just met and had chopped noodles for lunch.

Dad... Just come up. Why call me on the phone?

You're not the only busy one. I have to write my screenplay too.

- What is it? - Hey.

- Let's have dumpling soup for dinner. - What?

I didn't know you'd be like this.

I know they say you can never really know another's heart.

But how could you do this to us?

Hello? Yes, Ujin.

Dumpling soup? You want to eat that?

Yes, I'll make it for you.

How should I make it?

What kind of dumplings? Home-made dumplings?

All right.

You should go inside and rest. I can do this.

It's all right. Does the filling taste okay?

- It's good. I tried it. - Really?

Can you prepare another plate and take it to your mother-in-law?

- I'm cutting hers up already. - Really?

- The apples are good. - Right? I bought them.

You brats...

The parents of one of my colleagues runs an orchard.

These are organic apples that have been picked from there.

I'm treating our family.

- Are you close to them? - What?

Are you close to that colleague?

We're not that close...

- Keep being friends with him. - What?

Grandma!

What? All acquaintances have a reason and motive.

- Be close to him. - I will.

- You'll be in trouble if you fight. - All right.

- Yunhui, are all your students back? - Yes.

That's great. You must be quite relieved too.

Of course. I'm at peace now, thanks to Yunhui.

How did you bring them back? Do boys listen to their teacher?

Yunhui threatened Ujin to drag them back.

- Threatened him? - Yes.

- Hey. - What? It's the truth. Yunhui...

- Mother, have some fruit. - I'm not in the mood for fruit.

Donghun bought it from a colleague. They're organic apples.

I'll help you up. Have some.

I don't need to try them.

Here.

Wow, Yunhui. You're brave.

No...

- She's really crafty, that's all. - Hey.

Ujin can be very stubborn. You did well.

Ujin really hates me now.

It's okay. You did the right thing.

Why didn't you send a box of apples to Yeonghui's?

I already sent a box over.

- You did? - Yes.

Why doesn't she even call to say thanks then?

Leave her, she must be busy.

- Still. - Dad.

- Hello? - Kim Yeonghui.

It's the last day to apply for the screenplay contest. Where are you?

- I came to apply. - I can't apply.

Why not? I don't have a screenplay to hand in.

What do you mean? What about 'The Cuckoo's Password?'

That cuckoo has died.

It got run over by a truck and died on the spot.

So I'm boiling chicken now, in place of the cuckoo.

My husband wants to eat ginseng chicken soup.

He has no shame. That rotten man...

My husband ruined the USB that had the manuscript in it.

Why? He won't let me write.

How many times has it been already?

I'm tired of it now.

My dreams were over the moment I met him.

I think it will be better to live thinking that way.

Why did my brother send apples over?

Anyway, I can't apply. You're on your own.

- Hey! - Hang up!

- I have to clean up and go shopping. - Kim Yeonghui!

My life is so hopeless.

Welcome.

- One mackerel, please. - Yes, mistress. Just a minute.

Excuse me, I'm not a mistress.

Why do you always call me that?

Do you think that will convince me to buy more expensive fish?

I just say that to make you feel good.

It's not helping. Just give me my mackerel, please.

- Geez... - Coming right up.

Enjoy it. Bye.

Let's see which one's fresh.

- How about this one? - Yes.

All right then.

- What is it now? - Yeonghui.

Why are you calling me? I don't have a manuscript!

I think I have your manuscript in my email inbox.

What?

You sent it to me to read.

It's still in my inbox.

I'll give you my password. Go and print it out now.

Okay, Yeonghui?

Excuse me... Computer, computer...

- What is it? - Move out of the way.

Here it is!

[Attached is 'The Cuckoo's Password'. Please read it]

Print.

You have until 5 p.m. So hurry over, okay?

I'm sorry!

Wait! Wait! No!

Brought to you by HaruHaruSubs

Please do NOT hardsub/stream our English Subtitles on any streaming site

Translations by KBS WORLD Special thanks to KaKak

Transcriber & Timer: starstruck

Coordinators: sayroo, cute girl

Where have you been? Why can't you tell me?

Why do you care about where I've been?

Why?

You didn't feed us and went out without notice.

That's wrong.

You did wrong this time, mom.

Do I look like food to you?

- What are you doing? - What's wrong with it?

- Don't get mad over that. - I told you not to do it.

- How long will you live like this? - Will you feed me then?

Can't you act with grace? You're his father.

Where is Seongmin? Did you take him?

I have nothing to do with it. Do you want me to kill you?

Mister, do you like Yunhui?

Who says I like her?

Are you free, mother?

You want us to come over to eat? What's going on?

Why do you work so hard? Do you think I'll fire you?

Why isn't Yunhui coming down? Is she taking a dump?

- Stop! - Save me!

You can't walk out of this room alive today.

What are you going to do?

Please spread the word to get High Quality English subtitles for this drama @ haru2subs.com