Hometown Cha-Cha-Cha (갯마을 차차차)

Hye-jin.

Yes?

When I go back down to Gongjin, can you meet up with me?

Meet up?

Of course, I can.

I really hope you can.

I have something to tell you.

What?

They fixed the streetlamp.

Hye-jin, are you there?

Yes, I am.

Let me know when you're back.

I'll treat you to a meal.

Okay. I'll see you soon.

Okay. Drive safely.

-I will. -Bye.

Who are you?

Who said you could enter my home?

We have a home security system. The police will be here in no time.

I know there's no security system here.

I had it installed yesterday.

-What are you doing with your phone? -What?

Are you calling the police?

There's no one to help you now.

What the hell?

Don't make a sound.

It's a great night to catch a sick pervert.

Ms. Dentist. Are you all right?

-Did he hurt you? -No.

-Are you really okay? -I'm so terrified.

Yes, this is 14 Abnaru-gil, Gongjin-dong.

Hye-jin!

Chief Hong!

Chief Hong!

My gosh.

-What on earth happened? -It was the damn pervert.

He deserves to rot in prison.

That was a close one.

-He should rot in jail. -Watch your head.

-Can you believe it? -What the hell?

EPISODE 10

There wasn't any nerve damage, so stitches will be enough.

I'll get back to you soon.

Thank you, doctor.

What a relief.

Doesn't it hurt?

Of course it does. Even paper cuts hurt like hell,

but the knife was this big. At least 30cm, right?

Don't exaggerate.

It was a paring knife with a blade length of around 15cm.

I thought you'd still be in shock,

but the doctor in you calmed you down already.

That bruise. Did he hurt you?

Oh, it's nothing.

What are you talking about? You're hurt. Let me see.

How bad is it? Does it hurt?

Why didn't you tell the doctor when he was here?

Your injury is much worse.

Ms. Dentist.

Why are you crying?

Gosh, I was so scared.

Who jumps at a guy

with a knife in his hand?

I was just…

I was afraid he might hurt you.

Seriously.

Seong-hyeon?

Director Ji.

Hye-jin, are you all right?

How did you know I was here?

Oh, well…

I came back to pick something up

then saw police cars and your neighbors near your place.

I rushed over here as soon as I heard about you two.

-I see. -Right.

Chief Hong, is the injury serious?

No, it's only a graze.

You seem more shocked than we are though. Are you okay?

Me? No, I'm okay.

I was really worried.

I'm so relieved that you two are okay.

Well, I…

I came back…

because I forgot my tablet.

I need to head back up with my hard drive.

Now that I know you're okay, I'll get going.

At this hour?

Yes. You must be really shocked, so take good care of yourself.

Chief Hong, thank you for saving Hye-jin. I mean it.

Don't mention it.

I'll get going then.

Right. Seong-hyeon--

We're ready for you. I'm afraid only one guardian's allowed to stay.

Go receive your treatment.

Sure.

You jumped in front of a knife, but you're afraid of needles?

Anyone who has been burned by hot soup flinches at the sight of it.

Thank you.

That was out of the blue.

I don't think

I thanked you officially yet.

You did unofficially though.

Look at me. The way you've been looking at me.

It's been shooting out words of gratitude.

That's ridiculous.

So what now?

What do you mean?

About tonight. Your place is now a crime scene.

Oh, right.

Welcome, it's your… No, it's not your first time.

It's my third.

As you know, three is a lucky number.

Like samseon jjajangmyeon

and best-of-three set matches.

And they say the third daughter is always the prettiest.

That's so silly.

Anyway, it's better than staying home alone tonight.

Mr. Pyo went to Seoul, right?

Yes.

Make yourself at home and let me know if you need anything.

I need clothes to change into.

Right.

Should I go fetch some from your place?

Or would you like to wear something of mine?

Would they fit?

-Would they be too small? -Probably too big.

I see you're done.

The clothes are too big for me.

They are not. They fit you like a glove.

You know, you have such broad shoulders.

What do you mean? It's clearly too big on me.

It's just that you have narrow shoulders. They fit just right.

You just have to have the last word.

Anyway, drink this.

What is it?

Chamomile tea. Nothing's better for relaxation and good sleep.

Drink while it's hot.

It'd better be good.

-What is this? -Keep it on you.

It's easy to get aches on a night like this.

Your muscles must be in shock.

Why do I need a blanket on such a hot summer night?

I'm good.

You've got cramp. See? This is what I was talking about?

Let me see. Does it hurt a lot?

What are you doing?

Didn't you wash your feet?

Of course I did.

Then stay still.

The spasm will get worse if you don't treat it right away.

Meow if you don't have anything better to do.

Meow…

Lick your nose too.

Forget it. You can stop now. I think I'm good.

Really? Are you sure?

Yes.

All right.

What's with the special plates? Is it someone's memorial service?

My grandfather.

When is it?

Tomorrow. Hold on.

It's past midnight, so today.

Do you remember a lot about him?

No, I don't.

I want to remember everything about him,

but it keeps fading away.

His voice, his gaze, and his hands…

He had rough palms, you see.

He was a sailor who then ran an oil shop

after my parents passed away, so it's what you'd expect.

But his hands were so big and exceptionally warm.

He raised me with them.

I bet you were a troublemaker when you were little.

The boy in the photo has "mischief" written on his face.

I was absolutely all over the neighborhood.

I stole the squid the old ladies had hung out to dry

and played soccer all day until my neck was badly burned.

-Soccer? -Yes, I loved the sport.

Just like you, I had a pair of shoes I loved so much.

My blue soccer cleats.

I see.

Do you still enjoy soccer?

No, I don't anymore. I don't even watch it.

Why not?

Because of soccer…

No, because of me,

my grandfather passed away.

He had a heart attack.

But he wasn't found in time.

If only I hadn't gone out…

to watch the World Cup matches.

Don't tell me you believe that he wouldn't have passed away

had you been at home.

Those what-ifs are pointless.

There are too many variables in this world

and they're beyond our control.

So it's not your fault.

You've been thinking that way all this time?

Your grandpa must've been fuming in his grave.

Would he be that angry?