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Have we been overreacting?

Should we apologize to him?

Let's go then. I feel bad for him.

Aren't you coming?

I HAVE KILLED SOMEONE

Singh.

We would like to...

I HAVE KILLED SOMEONE

I can't stand it anymore.

Hey!

What's the matter?

What?

What?

What's wrong with them?

Here.

Try it.

What is this? It looks so sloppy. It's unappetizing.

This is called a stew.

Just try it first. You may regret it if you don't.

Who cooked this?

I did.

Then I'll eat it.

But if it's cooked by a murderer, I won't eat it.

Fine!

If you don't eat it,

I'll pour it over your heads!

Eat it now!

Wow, it's good. So delicious.

Wow, you cooked like a chef.

Have some more then.

Let me try to see if it's that good.

Where did you get this from?

-I cooked it myself. -Liar!

Where did you buy it from? Who gave it to you? Tell me now.

Well, I...

-Is it so wrong to cook well? -It's none of your business!

Tell me.

Well...

Well, I...

Damn.

So?

What did you say?

Where are you going?

Hey, you're not going anywhere.

You have to stay with me.

I HAVE KILLED SOMEONE

That's not been proven yet, kid.

But right now,

your mother is seriously ill.

She's at the hospital.

Kid,

are you making an excuse to skip school again?

No, I just want to go and cheer Singh up.

"No, I just want to go and cheer Singh up."

If you really want to go,

don't ever talk nonsense to him again.

What do you mean?

For someone like him who has been through horrible things,

telling him things such as, "Cheer up," "Keep trying," or "You can do it"

are useless.

What horrible things?

That poor boy,

his life used to be like living in hell every single day.

Where did you get the money from? Who gave it to you?

I earned it from working.

-Are you having an affair? -No, I'm not! Stop accusing me.

Please, I beg you! This is for our son's tuition fee.

-I have to pay for it tomorrow. Please! -You want a piece of me?

Stop it!

How can you do this?

Mom!

Wake up, Mom!

-Mom! -Shit! You annoying brat.

-Come with me! -No!

No! Mom, help me!

Mom!

-Come on! -Mom!

Mom!

-Let me go! -Come on!

-Get in there! -Please let me go!

Let me go!

Let me go.

Dad! Let me go!

Let me go!

Mom!

Mom!

Let me go!

But locking him up in the toilet

was just a lighter punishment compared to what his father had done to him.

Whether it was pouring hot water,

burning him with cigarette butts,

or beating him with whatever his father could get his hands on.

He would do whatever it takes to make that boy feel

weak,

inferior, and worthless.

Singh. My dear Singh.

I'm so sorry. Are you okay?

-Are you hurt anywhere? -Mom.

I don't want to live here anymore.

I don't want to live here anymore.

I don't want to live here.

Mom, please!

Where else can we go?

Can we move to another place?

We can go. Just you and me.

Please, Mom. Let's just leave together.

I promise I won't let him hurt you again, okay?

I can't take it anymore, Mom!

If he hurts you again, I'll kill him.

After his mom said she would kill him,

his father was arrested.

Finally, Singh had a short period of peace

and that might have been the only moment

that Singh really felt safe and secure.

Are you bored?

Not at all.

Go and get the vegetable for me.

Okay.

-Hey. -What?

Have you ever heard the proverb "What goes around, comes around"?

It means

-that anyone who does evil deeds, -Don't take it, please!

one day those sins will come back to haunt them.

-The more one does evil deeds, -Give it to me!

-the faster it will return to punish them. -Please!

Stop it!

-Darling. -Dad.

My goodness.

-I didn't mean to. -Go. Run.

-Run away now! -I didn't mean to!

-No. -Stop.

-No. -Listen to me.

Listen to me. Go somewhere far away.

If anyone asks you, don't say anything. Keep your mouth shut, okay?

-Mom. -Stop crying.

Stop crying.

Don't cry.

Don't say anything.

Don't speak a word.

Go. Run.

Run away now!

The promise to not say a word that he gave to his mom

has turned into a curse.

No one has ever heard his voice again.

He kept thinking that he murdered his own dad.

His mom pleaded guilty in order to protect him.

"What goes around, comes around."

This proverb popped into my head.

If I just let that boy struggle with his daily life without intervening,

history would eventually repeat itself.

You know, the root of all evil in the world

starts from behind closed doors.

That's why you quit your job as a police officer.

I have seen too much hell.

Until I couldn't take it anymore.

Thoop,

how long have you been here?

What's the matter?

Well, I...

What's on your mind? You can tell me.

Since you're not living with your parents,

have you ever felt lonely?

Why are you asking me this out of the blue?

My parents told me to decide

whom I prefer to live with.

But I can't decide.

Oh, I see.

If I choose Daddy, Mommy will be heartbroken

and lonely.

Well, I was so sad at first.

Even now I still feel sad

whenever I think of my dad.

Like when I competed in the piano contest,

I thought my dad would come for me, but he didn't.

But I still have my friends.

Whenever I'm sad, they comfort me.

When I feel lonely, I know I am not alone.

It's all right, Thoop.

These bad feelings will pass.

Thoop, you are a boy.

You're smart and stronger than me.

Hey,

what are you doing around here, little one?

Just walking around.

But Nina isn't here today.

That's okay.

I just want to know when do you plan to visit the Cuckoo's Nest?

Oh, yes.

I've already spoken to Maria about it.

At the moment she's working on her schedule.

Please let me know

so I can tell Mr. Yak to make an arrangement.

Really?

I hope you can recommend a good little boy for us.

-Pardon? -We want to adopt a boy.

You have boys at the Cuckoo's Nest, right?

Maria and I have made a decision.

We want to adopt a boy.

Anyway, I've got to go.

Please take care of yourself.

Why must you choose only boys?

Sweetie, bring me some red onions, please.

Sweetie.

Hey, Jamjai!

It's Porjai. My name is Porjai.

Okay.

Don't tease her.

Please come help us with the cooking. Have you ever cooked before?

No? Okay.

For a novice, you can start

by plucking the basil leaves.

Please pluck all of them.

If my child were still alive,

he would be the same age as Porjai.

But he was a boy,

he probably wouldn't help his mom with cooking.

Mrs. Hom, you...

Keep slicing the vegetables.

You left the eggplants out too long, they turned black.

When you're done, we'll marinate the meat.

-Sweetie, keep on plucking. -Okay.

You were right, Mrs. Hom. It became more flavorful.

-See? -Wow, just a drop of sauce can do wonders.

I never knew it before.

Yes. Even though it's a spicy soup,

the flavors must be blended between sweet, salty, and spicy.

Not just spicy, but savory.

-Keep that in mind. -Okay.

What?

What's up, sweetie?

Thank you.

Thank you for what?

For teaching me how to cook.

No one has ever taught me before except my mom.

Oh, dear. It's no big deal. It's totally fine.

What's wrong?

Why are you crying?

-Why? -I miss my mom.

I see.

Please don't cry.

It's all right.

What's wrong with you, Jamjai?

Why are you suddenly making a scene?

You'll move to the new home soon, won't you?

I don't know if my new parents will really love me or not.

I'm so scared.

Oh, don't be scared. Don't worry.

Don't be mean to her.

Don't cry.

FEMALE PATIENT WARD

Listen to me.

Go somewhere far away.

If anyone asks you, don't say anything. Keep your mouth shut, okay?

-Mom. -Stop crying.

Singh.

My son.

Singh!

Let him go.

Hi, Officer.

Thank you for everything you've done, sir.

It's okay.

I don't think I have much longer to live.

Ma'am, please just tell your son the truth.

Hey!

That's okay.

Don't be hard on her.

The reason I wanted to meet him today

is because I wanted to ask him for forgiveness.

Then I'll be able to rest in peace.

Are you sure about this?

Maybe if we just let things stay the way they are,

that might be the best way.

Letting my son think that he killed his father,

even though he really didn't do it,

what kind of mother would that make me?

His life is already like living in hell.

Son,

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that you had to suffer because of me.

Please don't blame yourself anymore.

It was I who killed your dad.

He was still alive at that moment.

But I couldn't take it anymore.

I just couldn't take it anymore.

So I killed him.

Run away now!

Run away!

Go!

Singh!

Hey, Passadu.

Passadu!

Singh.

Stay away!

Why?

Why does it have to be like this?

Why?

Why?

Why?

Why?

Your mom was worried about you.

That's not true!

She lied!

Everyone has told a lie at some point.

But your mom lied

because she wanted to protect you.

For what?

Back then,

if your mom had told the truth

that she killed him,

she might have been convicted of heavier sentences

and probably wouldn't have been able to see you again.

But she couldn't say that you were the murderer either.

So your mom had to keep her silence since then.

But she didn't know that would also make you misunderstand.

Actually, you wanted to protect your mom too, didn't you?

That's why you've been suppressing your guilt

and keeping it to yourself.

Although what she did was wrong,

she loves you so much.

She probably wants you to forgive her too.

When that man hit your husband,

you two were fighting. Is that right?

No. We were just talking.

Are you sure?

Absolutely.

I understand that you want to protect your husband.

But you also need to protect yourself

and the baby in your womb too.

How did you know about that?

I've been working in this field and have seen a lot.

Please think about it carefully.

Do you want things like this to happen over and over again?

Or do you want it to end now?

I can't do it.

I can't leave him.

Of course, you can.

You're going to become a mother.

The baby in your womb needs you to be strong.

That poor boy,

he only has his mother in his life.

That is not true.

He also has you, me,

and his friends at the Cuckoo's Nest.

Also...

But everybody's misunderstanding him now.

Mr. Yak!

What's all this?

Singh's belongings. We helped pack them for him.

-Packing for what? -I already told them not to.

But they didn't listen to me.

Singh is a grown-up now. Just let him move out to another place.

Do you want me to kick him out of the house?

But I'm really scared

to live under the same roof as a murderer.

Stop it!

Singh is not a terrible person.

But he told us himself that he killed someone.

Enough!

Everyone,

go bring your cushions.

-Cushions? -What cushions?

Yes, your own cushions, pillows, bolsters, or whatever that you like.

Bring it and come back in 30 seconds.

Everyone is saying that Singh is a murderer

but it's all a misunderstanding.

How come?

He said so himself.

Because he also misunderstood the situation too. Got it?

But even so,

Singh has killed a man for sure.

He almost beat up that guy to death. Right, Jamjai?

Hey!

Will you listen to me

or will you continue believing in something that is not true?

Right now, Singh's mother

is on her deathbed in the hospital.

She has already confessed that she killed Singh's father.

Singh didn't do it.

The reason that Singh's mother had never told the truth to anyone

is because she was also afraid of punishment.

And as for Singh assaulting that man the other day,

it's because he was abusing his wife even though she's pregnant.

Singh just tried to help her.

All the pillows and cushions you brought, hug them tightly.

So what are you guys afraid of?

Has Singh ever done anything so horrible to you

that you have to kick him out?

Has he?

And is kicking him out of the house the right way to deal with this matter?

Considering that all of you here were once forgotten,

abandoned, and despised.

Just think about it. If you were him, how would you feel?

How upset would he be for being treated like this?

That Singh whom you guys know,

has he ever teased you, bullied you,

or hurt your feelings even once?

Has he?

Never.

If he never did that, why don't you help him?

Why don't you protect him?

When the whole world accuses someone you know for being a bad guy,

but you don't believe that because he's not that kind of person,

you have to protect and support him.

That's what family is for.

Just imagine, what would you do if you were him?

No one believes or helps you and you even get kicked out of the house.

How would you feel?

Listen carefully.

In a family,

one person's problem

is also everyone's problem.

Do you know the reason why adults these days

like to point fingers, blame each other,

use offensive words to hurt feelings,

and kill the other with nonsensical reasons?

It's because those people's hearts

have no cushions to buffer them.

Understood?

Their hearts are so insensitive, so unsympathetic,

and all torn apart.

But your heart is still young.

You still have time.

Yours still has those cushions.

Preserve your hearts well.

All the shit that occurs nowadays

is because this world is full of wicked things,

wicked people, and incidents

that you don't want to face but can't avoid either.

And when you think it can't possibly get worse than it is now,

it may get even worse than that.

Do you know why?

Because it is like an infinite black hole.

And if your heart has no cushion,

when you fall down into the hole

you will be hurt badly.

Don't think any of these matters are none of your business.

If you're indifferent to what happens,

your cushions will gradually get thinner

and thinner.

You might feel pity for yourself.

"How could this happen to me?"

Just think about other orphans,

millions of them who are stuck in the black hole

with no cushions to protect them.

Just think about that. What kind of world are we living in?

Don't grow up to be that kind of adult.

Don't become a worthless person

who never sees the sorrows

or troubles of other people.

I've been teaching you to be strong.

But I've never taught you to be narrow-minded.

If your hearts

have no cushions,

no matter how nice your adoptive parents are,

or whether your real parents will come back for you,

I won't let you go anywhere.

I will consider myself a failure.

Because I have failed to teach you.

This notebook contains every detail

of all of you.

Who likes to eat what?

Who doesn't like to eat what?

Who has a food allergy?

Who was born on what date,

or what month?

What are your favorite belongings?

It's all here.

You guys read it carefully.

And tell me whether Singh is a bad guy like you all think or not?

After you've read the content of this notebook,

if you still want me to kick Singh out of the house,

I'm okay with that.

I won't oppose it.

I won't reject it.

Meanwhile,

Singh will be his usual awkward self

and conceal his feelings like he's always been.

Just like before.

This is the last time I'll say this,

I ask all of you

to learn your true feelings,

open your hearts

and read this carefully.

Don't judge people one-sidedly.

If you guys can overcome the terrible incidents,

then your cushions will become thicker.

And you will see

that this world still has many beautiful things,

not just the ugly side of it.

Everything I said,

it's not because I wanted to blame you.

But I think it's a very important thing

that most grown-ups have forgotten.

Sometimes

I also forget about it.

That's why I'm like this.

Aren't you scared of him?

No.

Why do you have so much trust in him?

Because he's like my big brother.

Singh, I'm sorry.

Me too.

Please forgive me.

Subtitle translation by Albert Potjes