Bad Papa (배드파파)

Are... Are you okay?

I was in an accident.

I see.

- What is it? - Can you take me to a hospital?

Yes, get in the car.

Did you call 911?

I lost my phone.

I'll call them for you.

It's okay.

Okay.

Don't you have a black box?

What?

Black box?

I keep saying I should get one,

but I keep forgetting.

My goodness.

You didn't pass.

What?

Dancing is my dream.

I think it will be better for you...

to draw a line between dreams and delusions. Please leave.

Can you crush a student's dream like this?

This is so unfair.

I'm sorry. Just give me one more chance.

There's a reason why she is a front-runner.

There aren't a lot of current idols who have neat dance skills like her.

- Do we have to watch this? - She's not good either.

People will be upset.

- Sorry? - What will...

the other participants do if you perform so well?

- They'll have to go. - Yes, they'll have to go home.

I'll give you a pass.

Thank you.

It was a neat dance...

that made the viewers naturally want to dream.

Thank you.

I wasn't that bad compared to her, was I?

- You've done well. - Right?

- They don't know anything. - What are you talking about?

- Why did they drop me, then? - Because you dance like...

- Like... - Like what?

All right. You have chosen...

to dance to "Swan Lake".

- Yes. - Wait, are you here to do ballet?

I just need to dance well no matter what it is, right?

Go ahead, then.

Hey.

Has Young Seon always been that good?

- No, I had no idea. - She's amazing.

Oh, really?

I'll talk to Writer Choi.

Yes, thank you.

They finished reading your novel.

It's a little rough here and there,

but they think it'll work if they polish it up a bit.

What do you...

They want to publish your novel.

Oh, gosh.

- Really? - Yes.

It must be a good read. What's the title?

Oh, the title is...

"You Who Came Spilling Blood".

Oh, is this a zombie novel?

That's pretty trendy nowadays. I know that.

No, it's not that.

It's a story of a high school girl.

Like a coming-of-age story.

Oh, anyway.

Writer Choi, will you finally debut as a novelist?

Come on, don't call it a debut.

This feels really weird.

Hey, you still have to finish...

writing my autobiography.

Yes, of course.

I took the job, so I'll finish it too.

Wait, I need to calm down.

Anyway, have you decided on the title of your autobiography?

"Two Dreams".

"Two Dreams"?

What do you think?

I like it.

It's pretty sentimental...

and not so bad for a title to show off yourself.

Show off myself?

Doesn't that mean that you have achieved...

both of your dreams?

I guess you can take it that way.

It's all thanks to you.

If it wasn't for you,

I would have never had any dreams.

Boxing, I mean.

You told me to try it out.

Right, I did.

If I didn't listen to you,

where would I be right now?

You definitely wouldn't be preparing an autobiography.

You're right.

And you would have never met Ji Cheol.

Get in.

Hurry up and get in.

Min Woo, did something happen?

Ji Cheol and Seon Joo didn't look so well.

Min Woo. You know...

You are seeing Seon Joo only because of the autobiography, right?

Of course.

- Why do you ask? - I mean,

you're busy, but you seem to be meeting her quite often.

- Is that bad? - It's because of Ji Cheol.

I know it's because of work,

but he still wouldn't feel too great to leave his wife alone...

- with another guy. - Then I should see her more often.

Min Woo, it's all in the past.

I thought it was too.

But writing an autobiography is a very uncanny thing.

It makes you remember everything.

Happy things, things that made your heart flutter,

and even dreadful things.

You didn't give it your best as the game went on.

You didn't even want to fight.

You know me, you idiot.

You know that I had to try very hard...

Very hard to hold out to the end.

This isn't a victory.

Why did you lie to me?

I knew you were going to be angry if I told you.

And if you did...

I'm really sorry that I didn't tell you the truth.

Then you need to quit right now.

My work isn't a joke.

I can't quit something that I already accepted to do.

Tell him that something personal came up...

and that he'll have to find another writer to do it.

Would you be able to say that?

Fine, I'll go tell him that.

"Something personal came up, so I can't fight anymore."

"Find another fighter."

If you quit first, I'll think about it too.

Will you stop being unreasonable?

Fine, look.

We got this because I was in that darned fight.

Do you know what would have happened to us without this?

That darned fight is making... It's making you...

Forget it.

I have to go. I'm late for my shift.

Hey, you know what?

You should...

You should quit this job immediately too.

You only make a few pennies after standing around all day.

Things have been tough for you until this day.

You can relax now.

I'll do the dirty work.

This is my job.

Do you think my jobs are ridiculous...

just because you make some money now?

Why do you take it like that? You know that's not what I mean.

And think about it. I'm the joke here.

You lied to me because of...

- that nobody's book. - But that is my job, okay?

No matter how much I make or how I write a nobody's book,

they are all my jobs.

My jobs...

What do you think you've done well to be so confident?

No, I haven't done anything well.

We both haven't.

So let's stop meddling in other people's business.

That's the only way we can go on.

What? "Other people"?

Wait, did you just...

Hey, how can you address me like that?

We're a family!

We're a family who lives together!

- What do you want? - You have to be honest with me.

The medicine you keep in your water bottle...

isn't for your headache, is it?

Did you come up with the choreography yourself?

- Yes. - I said that Sang A's dance...

made people dream when they watch her.

But when I saw your dance,

I could see the reality.

My gosh!

I could see how each of your joints...

move around...

desperately to make your dream...

become a reality.

Thank you, Young Seon. You passed.

Thank you.

You aren't so bad. I'll give you a pass too.

Thank you.

- My gosh! - Oh, my goodness!

Young Seon! Great job!

My gosh, I knew it.

- Goodness. - Open the door, please.

My gosh, she has done so well.

That's my friend.

Young Seon.

That was nice.

You did so well.

Stop making a huge fuss. She just passed the first audition.

Come here. Let me give you a hug.

Come here. Great job.