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THE TRUNK
I heard it's your first time.
5 YEARS AGO
How desperate must you be to do something like this?
I'm just curious.
Isn't marriage supposed to be romantic?
Romance might be a stretch,
but there is a natural order to things.
You go through the motions, then mate with someone at your level.
By following the natural order, a marriage earns society's approval.
Wouldn't you agree?
I guess I figured,
"Fuck the natural order."
What's so special about putting two names on a piece of paper?
It's actually a proclamation of mutual distrust…
with both parties knowing it won't last forever.
It's no more than a means to tie each other down.
Romance?
What's romantic about a contract?
What's so romantic about a certificate?
None of that crap means anything.
You must have a lot of issues with marriage.
No.
The idea of marriage just…
disgusts me.
This was a bad idea.
Let's call this off.
I'll be dead in six months. Four at the soonest.
You would be my first and last wife.
If you're okay with that…
will you marry me?
THE TRUNK
Don't you recognize me?
Of course I do.
How do you know me?
It's not important.
A senior I knew had plans to study abroad but committed suicide because of you.
They said dying was the only way to escape from you.
It sounds like I was a real bitch.
That's just how I know of you, not necessarily how I think of you.
Meaning?
Who knows what goes on in the mind of someone
who's decided to disappear from the world?
Maybe they just needed an excuse.
But that doesn't mean I'm convinced you're not a bitch.
I also remember you…
from back then, Ms. In-ji.
But the reason doesn't really matter,
so I'll tell you later when I get a chance.
Don't get out. I was just leaving.
Were you visiting our house?
"Our house"?
It's weird hearing you call it that.
I met your wife.
Did you?
What did you think?
She just
looks like someone's wife.
So you didn't know each other before today?
Actually,
it turns out we went to college together.
I wish I could trust you too.
So hang in there, even when it's hard.
She came because of the lights.
Ms. Lee Seo-yeon had some tea and stayed for 20 minutes or so.
I didn't ask.
I would want to ask if I were you.
I can take you to the hospital.
My appointment's next week. I'm going out on personal business now.
Do you still dabble in you know what?
I need an expert.
Does he beat you?
Let's cut to the chase.
Rude-ass southerner.
At least ask me how I'm doing.
I was curious how you were.
How is your new post, Assistant Manager Yoo In-yeong?
I'm pregnant.
I like the idea of having a family. Maybe because mine's all dead.
Do you have family?
Does your husband know?
I sure hope not.
You might be better off without a so-called family.
Then why look for him?
Wasn't it enough to find out he's well and didn't die a year ago?
Works for me, as long as I'm getting paid.
Do you plan on marrying him again?
Or are you going to kill him? That I could get behind.
Where is he?
According to the broker,
he was in Prague, and then moved to Hungary two weeks ago.
Budapest, to be exact.
Please keep me posted as usual.
I sometimes dream about finding my younger sibling's corpse.
Some days, I can kind of make them out,
other days,
they're just a bloody mess of skin and bone.
But the dreams give me peace of mind.
It's the what-ifs that drive us insane.
What sort of dreams do you have?
I don't have dreams.
BUDAPEST
I guess you've forgotten…
what day it is today.
Fuck me.
HAN JEONG-WON
Yeah, it turns out that I had it.
I found it while I was cleaning.
It's your prized possession, after all.
Sure, I'll bring it then.
It doesn't hurt,
if that's what's bothering you.
Excuse me, coming through.
Going down.
Ignore everything else and just look at the numbers.
They're just numbers.
Should we schedule Ms. Noh to see a plastic surgeon next month?
Yes, sure.
-When might be a good date? -Just a moment, sorry.
WIFE
Sorry, I'll call you back later. I'm at the hospital.
Do you need any paperwork for insurance purposes?
-No, it's fine. -Okay, then I'll assist you with payment.
Thank you.
Wait here. I'll go get your meds.
I've seen countless people get hurt and torn apart,
but never seen someone heal.
I don't want to see it…
but I think the stitches will be etched in my mind if I don't.
I know you're no crybaby, but can you at least try to whine a bit?
That might just put my mind at ease.
Are you free in two days?
If you don't have any plans, we should get married then.
NO RECENT MISSED CALLS
Sorry, I'll call you back later. I'm at the hospital.
What is this mess? Did you kids really eat all this?
Guys, didn't mommy tell you no snacks at night?
Come out and brush your teeth.
-No messing around! -Sucker!
-Don't mess around! -Come here!
My mom texted yesterday. What should we do about the rice cakes?
Why on earth did I ever get married?
Because I was the best of the worst
out of all the class-eight guys at W&L.
I swear I'm as stable as they come, but somehow my life's still a mess.
You want me to buy you something? Keep it under two million.
What's the name of Mr. Han's new wife?
-Why do you ask? -I want to get to know her.
Why?
I've got nothing going for me. No career, no inheritance, no high-salary husband.
You're a CEO with just a 5% stake, so my connections are my only pride.
It's just standard procedure. Per the manual.
The manual…
Hey, Yoon-a said--
Isn't it about time you got a new car? I'll buy you one.
Just give me 30 minutes of your time tomorrow.
What is it this time? What kind of trouble are you in?
I'm getting married tomorrow.
They need a witness for the ceremony.
Weren't you skipping the ceremony? And a witness for what?
Tomorrow at 3:00. They'll send you an invite.
Who will?
How are your wife's injuries?
She's doing better now. She had her stitches removed.
Doctors say she's healing fast.
I'm not sure whether that's true or if she's just good at masking pain.
You went with her to the hospital?
You didn't know that we went to the hospital together?
Her injury was my fault.
I'm glad.
You two seem to be bonding.
OH SE-EUN OUR LOVER/THE ORPHAN/YOU
It's a souvenir to remind us of our worst moment.
How does it feel seeing it again?
That's just cruel.
How could you…
Those pills aren't for you to take.
I want you to resist.
I'll do as you say.
I'm getting married tomorrow.
INBOX NM: INVITATION
GROOM HAN JEONG-WON BRIDE NOH IN-JI
AS THE WITNESS TO THIS WEDDING, PLEASE NOTE THE FOLLOWING RULES
You call this a wedding invitation? It's more like blackmail.
How'd I put these on back then?
I could have been undressed.
If you weren't dressed by now, you'd be planning to bail.
The thought crossed my mind.
I had no idea I'd be doing all this again.
The ceremony is meant to take place after a week of acclimation.
Ours was delayed due to the accident.
It's all in the manual.
I thought I would be spared all the pomp, but I guess not.
You're pretty good at this.
I'm good at other things too.
My grandmother always said that I was born with deft fingers,
and that people with deft fingers end up doing things they don't need to.
Apparently, they are destined to shed a lot of tears.
Have you?
No.
I was going to wear this to the funeral.
I knew these were mourning clothes.
The only black suit in the wardrobe of someone who never wears suits.
I figured it'd be of comfort to someone who wishes their father dead.
Think of it like signing a one-year insurance contract.
One that can simply be terminated for a fee.
Insurance?
Let's go.
The space you're looking at now is the library. So over here…
It's not too late. Say the word, and I won't do it.
This wedding ceremony is to reaffirm the contract between the two of you.
This contract is confidential between NM, Mr. Han Jeong-won, and Ms. Noh In-ji.
Legally, this marriage will leave you with no obligations or records.
In case of breach of contract, both parties may face civil liability
as stated in your contract with NM.
The marriage will last a year,
but if the two of you agree, it can be extended.
However, if one side objects, an extension is void,
and from then on,
you may never contact each other again.
This marriage will begin the moment you sign the contract.
Mr. Han Jeong-won and Mrs. Noh In-ji,
I now pronounce you husband and wife, per the contract by NM.
I'm honored to join you both in your marriage.
MARRIAGE AGREEMENT GROOM HAN JEONG-WON, BRIDE NOH IN-JI
What did you do before this?
According to protocol, I can't tell you.
Protocol?
Your legal team did seem sharp.
They'd win a case arguing that Messi plays for Spain.
Why do other people do this?
Did you ever ask your former husbands why they did this?
I've given it some thought,
and I can see how a lonely, terminally ill patient
might give this a go.
Still, what's the point of a fake marriage?
Maybe they wish to hide their loneliness so desperately,
they're willing to cling to a facade.
Having company doesn't hide loneliness.
They know, but they grow accustomed to it.
It's like a habit, like they're afraid to be alone.
Wasn't that why you got married?
Like a habit or separation anxiety,
fully aware of the fact that you'd feel alone anyway.
Good night.
Whatever the case,
it is our first official night as newlyweds.
IT'S NOT TOO LATE SAY THE WORD, AND I WON'T DO IT
Were you drowning?
Seemed like that kind of dream.
It's the same old dream.
Don't worry.
The tidal waves can't reach you here.
Last night, did you…
Never mind.
I think I had sleep paralysis.
If you want to know if I was by your side last night, I was.
The manual says to share a room after the wedding.
Were you drowning?
Seemed like that kind of dream.
It's the same old dream.
Don't worry.
The tidal waves can't reach you here.
Except in special circumstances, the couple sleeps together.
Special circumstances?
Like diseases classified as "highly infectious."
Why is she taking it this far?
I may need a woman, but not like this.
I'm already a train wreck.
Ask Lee Seo-yeon how broken I need to be for her to feel satisfied.
All I asked of you was to let a year pass by quietly.
Was that too much to ask?
What's making you so nervous?
Nervous? I just don't want to care about any of this!
I want things to go back to how they were, as soon as possible!
Do you really want to go back?
Yes!
I understand.
I'll see what we can do about our sleeping arrangement.
-How did they do that? -He lifted her.
-I got you. -Yeah, you have.
-Turn and do that thing. -How?
-Try to do something with your leg. -Wait, like this?
Now, turn! Go on!
-Spin around like this? -And then spin me like this.
-That's it, go low. -Lower me.
-Lower me down. -Like this?
-Come on, don't let go! -Hold up.
The lights shipped from Paris. I'll replace them next week.
Congratulations on your marriage, honey.
I'd like to inquire about some drugs.
The contents may be different from what's on the label.
I'll send them via express mail.
What brings you here so early?
Hasn't it been a while since you cooked?
Is that bastard returning from the grave?
Glare at me all you want.
Give me some too.
I know it's going down my own gullet,
but eating is such a chore.
Your kimchi went too sour and wilted, so I threw it out.
I just winged this batch, but it tastes damn good.
I don't cook for it to be eaten.
So you make it just to throw it away?
I don't like the house feeling empty.
Hold up.
I heard that jerk told the realtor
to leave this place alone until you move out.
Jesus, you guys are something else.
Have some stew.
Why don't you eat before you go?
I'll eat at the office.
But this baby radish kimchi is delicious.
"She came by just nowww"? Darn typo…
And I've got red pepper powder everywhere.
We'll be blooming these flowers now, so follow along slowly.
Just go with the flow, like this.
Now, we're going to move the finished flower over
by supporting the base of the flower with these garden shears
and removing the nail slowly.
Then you simply place it…
wherever you'd like.
Would you like to try?
His work is so delicate, like a true master.
-Absolutely stunning. -Goodness!
His makeshift methods may stir curiosity, but they're far from traditional.
Tradition takes time to develop, you know.
When will the lights arrive from France?
Can I come over to see them?
They're the only set in the country, after all.
I'll never get another chance.
I'm not sure. It's not up to me, really.
I'll take that as a yes from you.
Thank you for the great class. I can't wait for the next one.
-Thank you. -Goodbye.
I ordered some birthday rice cakes under the name Oh Hyeon-cheol.
Right.
Please prepare them carefully. They're for a picky bunch.
If anything goes wrong, I'll be the one to blame.
Is he your husband?
Sorry?
I assume it's not your name.
Right, they're for my father-in-law's birthday.
I get it. You don't like dealing with your in-laws.
Don't worry.
I'll make your in-laws say,
"I'm not sure about everything else, but
the rice cakes were good."
Wow.
I had to get roped into this 50-million-won trunk fiasco.
My gut tells me that all our hard work on this case will get us nowhere.
The fingerprints?
They were underwater, so it'll take time.
What is it now?
There's a lot going on here,
but there's also nothing.
It's too clean, as if someone's tidied up.
What are you saying?
I don't know, okay?
Hello?
They found out who owns the trunk.
You must have a lot of items like this lying around.
This costs over 50 million, yet you had no idea it was missing.
You didn't use it yourself, did you?
It was found with the deceased.
How do you know the owner of the trunk?
I'm her husband.
My wife used to use it.
Which wife?
I'll keep watch, so you're free to go. It's going to get dusty.
He seems to be looking for a house in Budapest.
I think he plans on settling down.
I'd like to take the old lights.
-Is that okay? -Sure.
It's an antique piece with artistic value. Don't you think Jeong-won…
I mean, shouldn't you discuss it with your husband?
You know very well he loathes that thing.
I had been wondering how to get rid of it anyway.
Why don't we have dinner as a group with our spouses?
What with changing the lights and your wedding,
a celebration is due.
Or not, if you're uncomfortable.
Of course not. Let's do it.
How does next Wednesday sound?
Sure, sounds good to me.
Oh my!
Here you both are.
I've heard a lot about you from my husband.
I'm Kang Yoon-a.
Right.
She seems easygoing, classy, and not too talkative.
I was worried she might be a whack job. Good thing she's not, right?
Mr. Han doesn't look the type, but he's got an eye for nice women.
Are you doing okay?
Of course.
It's about time Jeong-won was happy.
We'll be having Lee Seo-yeon and her husband over for dinner.
Are you two close?
She did help us replace the lights,
so I agreed to it.
I was going to sell it to a junkyard for 3,000 won,
but she offered to take it, so I let her.
Why 3,000 won? It's worth well over 30 million.
I didn't want it to be remembered as something of value.
I wanted it to become junk worth only 3,000 won,
then be torn apart and melted bit by bit until eventually nothing remained.
Now, annoyingly, it will live on for years to come.
Seriously, what did you do before this job?
A lot of things.
Just tell me one.
I once taught dancing.
Tango, waltz, and all that jazz.
Let me guess, milonga?
There was a USB drive plugged into the car.
Why do you go out at dawn?
To exercise.
What kind of exercise?
Kayaking.
No one else is ever out that early,
so I feel like an island floating alone on the lake.
You sure get up to a lot.
This was the best I could do about our sleeping arrangement.
Think of us as peaceful islands.
In exchange, I'll block any tidal waves for you.
What are you doing here alone?
Seeing where the newlyweds sleep.
What about it did you want to see?
Maybe it's the diffuser, but it smells different.
Is it bergamot?
I like the new lights.
Thank you.
Did you even get a proper look at them?
-Doesn't all this make you uncomfortable? -What?
A divorced couples' reunion?
Maybe.
Dinner's ready.
Eat up. I know you like this.
I would never have put something like this on the table when I lived here.
But now that I'm a guest, I get to try it here.
Isn't that funny?
Please indulge yourself.
I made it because I heard you liked it.
Do you hate tomatoes too?
That's unexpected.
I thought you would like them. Aren't people mostly similar?
You've got something here, honey.
How long have you two known Seo-yeon?
About 30 years, I suppose.
That sounds about right.
Wow.
But you were only married two years?
I guess even 30 years together
can't save a marriage.
I guess that's why people say you're meant for who you're meant for.
-Mr. Yoon Ji-o-- -Have I crossed a line?
I'd rather not play pretend.
How long did you date before marrying?
Well…
that didn't really matter to us.
We hit it off right away.
Wasn't it the same for you guys?
I'm handsome, aren't I?
Young.
And tall too.
What are you doing?
As in, what do I do for a living?
What's my source of income?
Yes, that too.
Uptight curmudgeon.
Do you love Ms. Noh In-ji?
Why the silence?
Just so you know,
I love Lee Seo-yeon.
We've had a lot of wine.
How do you two like it?
We really get into it after about three glasses.
How about you two?
We prefer beer.
Beer? Really?
I think they have us beat. Beer has lower alcohol content.
The more I look at it, the more I prefer the old one. Don't you?
I don't.
That's what I've always found childish about you.
That's what's wrong with you.
Holding onto the past, unable to let go of old wounds.
Don't you think?
I knew I should've sold that fucking pile of crap to a junkyard.
Some things can never be forgotten.
You should watch what you say.
You took it too seriously.
Don't you have any old wounds you can't let go of?
That's unexpected.
Shall we wrap this up?
I'm not a fan of dragging things out.
Did you see a USB drive in my car? I couldn't find it.
Don't you use Bluetooth?
I don't like leaving my name or any kind of trail.
Why don't you use it?
I do, storing my work as I go along.
Security's an issue, and Bluetooth's a hassle.
I'll plug yours back in.
I listen to it out of habit.
Do you dance to that song?
Tango?
You know it's hard to imagine, right?
You seem like you'd hate that kind of thing.
You, dancing? I just can't see it.
I apologize. I was being too honest.
Too bad I can't show you.
It would blow your mind.
You did say you'd blow my mind, didn't you?
What are you…
It takes two to tango.
No, please, no.
The man's right hand rests on the woman's back,
and his left-hand holds up her right.
Do we really have to…
Let's try moving our center of gravity, one step at a time.
You never take the steps alone. You're meant to carry your partner over.
Both our weights should shift entirely to one side.
Try stepping forward two steps with your right foot.
-Sorry. -It's all right.
Right foot forward, another step, now your left foot.
Step to the side with your right foot.
Change your center of gravity, then your right foot.
Let's go again.
Subtitle translation by: Jimin Choi
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