Navillera (나빌레라)

EPISODE 9

What was that earlier?

Do you remember what happened?

Of course, I do.

You acted like you didn't recognize me.

Why would I not recognize you?

That makes no sense.

I just had something on my mind.

I mean, I…

Yes, I zoned out for a moment. That's all.

Never zone out during practice.

You'll hurt yourself.

-Let's go home now. -Okay.

See you, then.

I want to come over for dinner.

What?

Then we should ask Hae-nam to make something good.

Hello, Ms. Choi. It's Chae-rok.

I'm craving spicy stir-fried pork.

Hey, Seong-gwan.

-Hello. -Hi.

-What brings you here? -I came to get some stuff.

-Are you going somewhere? -Yes.

All right. Let's go in.

-Come on in. -Okay.

Honey, is that you?

Seong-gwan, what brings you here?

I had to get some stuff.

That's good. Have dinner with us.

Sit.

Why are Seong-gwan and Chae-rok outside?

They have something to discuss.

Can't they talk inside?

Are you going somewhere?

Yes.

To shoot a documentary.

Will it take long?

Yes.

I'm going pretty far away.

Why?

What's the matter?

There's a problem

with Mr. Sim.

A problem?

He's unwell.

Did he hurt himself while doing ballet?

That's not it.

What is it, then?

Spit it out.

He has…

Alzheimer's.

What?

He has Alzheimer's.

"Alzheimer's"?

My father?

He stood out on the street for more than 30 minutes today.

When I got there, he didn't recognize me.

I'm sure you're mistaken.

This is already the second time.

That I know of.

How did you find out?

I read his notebook.

I couldn't decide

whether I should tell his family.

Also, Mr. Sim doesn't know that I know.

I'll keep pretending I don't know.

I'll wait until he tells me.

He wants to continue with ballet.

And I want to make sure he can.

Hey, Ho-beom. Quick!

No. Give it back.

-Give that back. -Does it work?

Give it back.

Damn it. We screwed up.

Why aren't you playing?

Let's start a new room.

Hey, you never call me.

Where are you?

What is it, all of a sudden?

What? Did something happen?

Nothing happened.

Just tell me. What is it?

Seong-san.

Later,

who will regret more,

you or me?

No. You've always been there, so I'll probably regret it more.

What the hell are you talking about? Explain so I can understand.

If…

by any chance,

you get sick or something bad happens to you,

would you tell Eun-ho?

Never.

Why not?

No parents want their children to think they're weak or struggling.

Talk to you later, Seong-san.

Hey, Seong-gwan.

What is with this brat?

What's wrong, Seong-gwan? Why are you staring at me?

It'd better not be another stupid idea.

Father.

You passed.

What? What did I pass?

You're the main character of my documentary starting today.

I bet you're pretty photogenic.

What is this all about?

"The story of a man named Sim Deok-chul who took up ballet at 70."

Isn't that cool?

All you have to do is casually talk about yourself.

From why you love ballet

to what it is like to learn ballet.

You want me to talk about myself?

Are you sure you're not going back to the hospital?

What do you think, Father?

Seong-gwan. It does sound exciting, but…

Chae-rok approved the idea, too.

He did?

I don't really care about you talking about yourself or whatever.

But I thought it might help you learn ballet. That's why.

You've been zoning out a lot lately.

Are you already going through a slump?

Use this opportunity to motivate yourself.

You really think it's going to help me learn?

Yes.

Then I say yes.

How much are you going to pay him, by the way?

Am I getting paid?

Why does he eat here all the time, again?

Why do you?

You never listen to me.

How can you still eat my food?

I'll do the dishes today, Hae-nam.

Who else?

Seong-gwan.

You're not taking the bus?

I'm done with the dishes.

Come here, Deok-chul.

Why do I have to do this, all of a sudden?

Aren't you the main character?

You'll be in a documentary.

Does that mean you're okay with it?

Don't be ridiculous.

Goodness. Like father, like son, really.

And now Chae-rok, that brat, too.

What could I do against the three of you?

I don't know anymore.

Do whatever you want, all of you.

-Hae-nam. -Don't talk.

It's getting all crumpled.

INTERNET CAFE

Ho-beom.

What is it?

Sorry about earlier.

I got the wrong idea.

So?

Mr. Sim is a little unwell.

If you happen to see him like that again,

please do call me.

I beg you, Ho-beom.

Goodness. You startled me.

Why are you here so early?

I'm here to see my main character, Mr. Sim Deok-chul.

For the time being, I'll stay next to him around the clock.

Do you mean you'll be eating and sleeping here?

My, you're pretty flexible, Father.

Hey, Seong-gwan.

What are you doing here?

This must be going to be his masterpiece.

He's going to be leeching off us.

-Really? -I'll do my best, Father.

Me, too.

Go wash up. Breakfast is ready soon.

Okay.

"Alzheimer's"?

How did you find out?

I read his notebook.

SIM DEOK-CHUL 11, SILLIM-RO 3GA-GIL, GWANAK-GU

MY NAME IS SIM DEOK-CHUL. I HAVE ALZHEIMER'S.

TODAY, I GOT LOST FOR THE FIRST TIME. THIS HAS NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE.

BALLET IS BECOMING MORE AND MORE FUN

IS THIS MY LIMIT? NO! I WILL TRY UNTIL I CAN.

Does…

he really have Alzheimer's?

Yes.

Exactly how bad is his condition right now?

At this stage, the progress is slow.

But you said he zoned out on the street.

The problem is,

his symptoms may not develop gradually.

They may step up several notches all of a sudden.

Or even a dozen notches at once.

That's why I advised him to tell his family.

My father…

is learning ballet.

Yes, I heard that.

Is it okay for him to continue?

Did you say you're a doctor?

I'm sure you know the answer.

What are you doing?

Get some shut-eye.