Lost (No Longer Human / Human Disqualification / Ingansilgyeok / 인간실격)

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Part 8 David and Bathsheba

Woo-nam I can't come home tonight.

Ji-yeon is sick. Call you later.

You're still awake.

Yes.

It's me, Min-ja.

Bong Min-ja.

I'm having a drink in a million years.

Because I'm so upset about my son.

I think

I raised him wrong.

He treats me worse than dog poo.

Bastard.

Oh, my.

You're being modest.

Jeong-su is...

He's one of a kind.

Even today...

Are you at home?

Are you drinking alone?

Yes, I'm drinking alone.

I drink alone.

I eat alone.

You know that

I was against him marrying Bu-jeong at first.

But

I allowed it because of you.

Bu-jeong was so sweet to you.

It was so good to see that.

I thought she was a sweet girl.

I thought she had lots of love.

I thought if she lived with my Jeong-su,

he wouldn't be lonely.

That's why I allowed it.

I was so envious

of your relationship with your daughter.

For the patient,

it's best to make your choice now.

Do Not Resuscitate Contract (DNR)

Funeral Procedure

Coffin procession Enshrining

Mortuary Chief mourner preparations

Mom

Take her call.

She must be calling because she's worried.

Ma'am, can I borrow this?

Yes.

Thank you.

You know what?

Before I called you,

I called my mom.

Because she's my mom.

You know what the first thing she said was?

How should I know?

Yeah.

You'd never guess what she said.

Why? What did she say?

"How can your husband

do this to me on a day like this?"

Because today is my mother's birthday.

Shocking, right?

But what she said next was even more shocking.

"You wench."

"Steel yourself this time."

You don't know what that means, right?

When you're hospitalized, you sign an agreement.

A life support care refusal agreement.

When cardiac arrest like earlier happens,

it means I agree not to ask

for a resuscitation.

I signed that three times already.

First, when he was admitted to the hospital.

Second, around this time last year.

And today.

I signed it just now.

When I came,

like my mom said,

I steeled myself.

If that happened

while I'm not there,

then

I'd ask them to do

what it says on the form.

But he's right before my eyes.

He's right before me.

So I have to beg them to save him.

For people who come now and then,

it seems he's just lying in bed, sleeping.

But if you see him every day,

if you're with him every day,

every moment is different.

He smiles when something's funny.

He cries when he's sad.

The last few days, he smiled a lot.

So I asked them to resuscitate him again.

Jeong-su.

What should I tell my mom?

What time is it?

Past ten, right?

Yes.

I have to be on the set at four.

But I can't sleep at home.

Sit.

Is it busy outside?

No.

Things are going slow.

Are you

seeing someone nowadays?

Me?

No.

Okay.

Why?

Nothing.

You just have a different vibe.

Except for paying more taxes,

nothing has changed with me.

Your comments smell of money now.

Be careful.

If you suddenly become rich, people start hating.

I'll be careful.

You know

the account last time.

The one that posted the story about

my secret kid on my 10th wedding anniversary.

That account

disappeared.

Oh.

Yes.

Did you remove it?

Yes.

You don't know who it is?

All I did was remove it.

So I don't know who it is.

Okay.

I can't report it because it's true.

Was it you?

The only people who know about it

are you, me,

Mr. Seo

and Writer Lee.

It can't be Mr. Seo.

Even though he's out of control,

he's his father.

It wasn't me.

Then it was her.

I wonder what will be posted the next morning.

There might be a post saying

"woke" Jeong A-ran has a kid in Canada who

hasn't seen his mother in 20 years.

That's absurd.

I'm scared to even look up my name.

So this is "shield lift."

Your closest person stabbing you in the back.

Don't Google your name.

You just get upset.

There are good posts, too.

I just don't know if they mean it or not.

How can I not look?

I'm curious to death.

What are you so curious about?

About what people think about me.

When I find a nasty comment,

I go to their friend's friend account and look.

To see what kind of person they are,

what they eat, how they live...

Why?

No reason.

I just want to know if they're better than me.

But they're all the same.

They're the same as me.

Maybe it's hate against the same kind of people.

You know.

Yeah?

What if a post really does come up?

About what?

About Canada...

My son?

Yes.

Will you admit it?

I'll kill Writer Lee.

Through you.

I'll drive you home.

Okay.

Thanks.

You got up earlier than I thought.

I thought you were in a deep sleep.

So I came out first.

If I had known...

I don't want to talk about that here.

Here?

The rooftop?

Or the building your father lives in?

Oh, okay.

I get what you're saying.

Setting boundaries is a good thing.

Want something to eat?

Want some milk?

Milk...

Do you not like milk?