Navillera (나빌레라)

FAMILY CHAT ROOM

-Did you send it? -Yes.

WIFE

-Hello? -Come home this instant!

Not picking up?

Why aren't they picking up?

Why won't they answer?

Emergency family meeting.

Everyone be there by eight o'clock.

Mr. Sim.

Be confident.

Okay.

You can do it.

Thanks, Chae-rok.

EPISODE 4

Since when?

Do you think this makes any sense? Ballet?

Well, you see…

Are you all for it?

Say something, will you?

-Yeong-il. -Yes?

Right. Well… You see…

Don't bother asking. We're all against it.

I finally have a reason to like you.

I didn't say that for your sake.

Father, you should just go hiking with Mom.

Why ballet of all things?

I had no idea he liked ballet.

Did you?

If she did, she wouldn't have sat still.

Father, about that photo…

What if others find out?

So what if they do?

You should butt out of this.

Ae-ran, come on. He can't do ballet at his age.

If he gets injured, our mother will be the one suffering.

Don't worry about something that hasn't even happened.

She's right. He's still very healthy.

And even if he does hurt himself, technology these days--

See? Only those who aren't from this bloodline are okay with it.

Seong-gwan, say something.

Speak not only as his son, but as a doctor.

Dissuade him.

I'm for it.

-What? -What's so wrong about it?

Did you really have to hold a family meeting for this?

Is that all you can say?

Why are you so full of complaints?

You should stop being nosy and interfere in other people's business.

What did you say?

I'm not being nosy. I'm concerned.

-Father. -Yes?

Tell them incessantly that you like ballet.

If you keep at it,

they'll stop with their nagging.

Goodbye.

-He's unbelievable. -You bastard. Where are you going?

-I'm not done talking. -Sim Seong-gwan!

Look what you've done.

I'm sorry.

Why are you apologizing?

Stop frowning.

I'm not frowning.

Do you know what your problem is?

That's enough, you two.

I'm too troubled. You should all leave.

Mother, may I take the leftover cake?

How unbelievable. You're so dense.

It's Ae-ran's fault for buying the cake.

We didn't come here to party.

By the way, where is she?

That day,

I knew you had stopped by.

Gosh, you're okay.

Mom.

I want to start working again.

I know you were behind me,

holding Eun-ho who was crying.

You just stared at my back.

Don't give up.

Do what you want to do.

Thank you, Ae-ran.

How could you support him?

How could you be against it?

I mean, why are you so harsh on him?

I'm not.

Isn't he the one who's being harsh?

I have no idea what kind of grudge he has on us

to do something so ludicrous.

But I'm really trying my best.

But ballet?

I'm so flabbergasted.

Is he seriously doing ballet?

-Yes. -No.

What? Is he or isn't he?

What do you think?

I'm not sure.

You don't need to be adventurous.

It's right to choose a piece

that you're the most confident at and that can accentuate your skills. But…

You need to be a finalist.

You need to consider the judges' dispositions.

I'll just overwhelm them with my skills.

Hey, nothing can be taken for granted

when you're on the stage.

You can't let your guard down.

Oh, please. I should at least have this much confidence.

That's arrogance.

Which piece do you want?

Don Quixote.

Your knees won't be able to handle all that jumping.

I'll give it a try.

I bet I'll be far more superb than you.

Fine, then. You can do Le Corsaire and Paquita for the first two

and Don Quixote for the final performance.

Okay. I'll buy some coffee.

I wonder if he received their permission.

What?

Honey. Where are you going?

They're all like that at first.

My wife won't speak to me.

-She's in stage two. -What?

I'm speaking from experience.

When a man announces that he's going to do ballet,

his family's response is similar to that of the five stages of grief.

Denial, anger, compromise, depression, and acceptance.

Your wife has passed the first stage and is enraged.

Hang in there.

It will get better.

-What do you think? -What?

Is it too long?

-Here you go. -Thank you.

-Thank you. -Thank you.

-Mr. Sim. -Yes?

Aren't you forgetting something?

I already paid.

Right. I forgot about that.

-Goodbye. -Goodbye.

Slowly brush your foot forward.

Did you get that? Let's see you do it.

Turn out your legs a bit more.

Tighten your inner thighs.

Let's start with devant first.

Slowly brush your foot forward.

Point your toes.

Okay. Now, brush your foot and go back. Slowly.

Try an à la seconde. Go to the side. Brush.

-Why aren't you concentrating? -I'm sorry.

What's with that camera?

Are you filming me?

Hey, let's do that again.

You're wrong. I'm not filming you.

Then why is it propped up?

"Chae-rok, competition".

How incredible. You're entering the competition?

Yes. I need to submit a demo to be accepted.

Gosh, you're truly incredible.

-It's only the beginning. -I know you'll do well.

CHAE-ROK, COMPETITION

-You should add one more star. -What?

Fine. Here's a gigantic star for you.

Happy?

They've become too close.

Why isn't So-ri picking up?

Sang-su, again.

At this rate, you're not going to win.

By the way, you should be busy preparing for the competition.

Are you sure we can continue our class?

Don't worry uselessly.

If a mere 70-minute class becomes a hindrance,

then I should just quit.

I'm just worried about bothering you.

Don't make me repeat myself.

Oh, hello.

Hello.

I guess you've recovered.

Yes. It's all thanks to you, Doctor.

We were actually on our way to see you.

Goodness. What is it this time?

Chae-rok will be entering a competition.

I thought maybe you could take care of him up-close.

Mr. Sim, let's go.

How should I put it?

You'd be like the national athletic team's physician.

Doctor, please help us out.

Gosh. I'm flattered.

We'll do a medical checkup tomorrow morning, so come here by 8 a.m.

-Thank you, Doctor. -Goodbye, then.

Since we're here already, how about you get acupuncture?

Chae-rok.

MEDICINE

What's wrong? Are you sick?

Oh, this?

I have a headache. I couldn't sleep well last night.

Are you already getting ready for the final interview?

I wish that was the case but…

Forget it.

I want to quit.

Why? Is something wrong?

No, that's not why.