Park Nam-il:
[Points his gun precariously at Gang-du, who is sitting on the other side of the room, sound asleep]
Look at that... Isn't that amazing? In this situation?
Park Nam-Joo:
Wake him up, there's no time.
Park Hie-bong:
Let him sleep a minute. He needs to sleep every so often.
Park Nam-il:
Should we leave him here? He's no help anyway.
Park Hie-bong:
Kids, wait a minute. Sit down. In your view, is Gang-du really so pathetic?
Park Nam-il:
Yup.
Park Nam-Joo:
Yes.
Park Hie-bong:
You wouldn't know it, but he was a really smart kid. For example, when he was two, he'd sit in front of the village store, and everyone walking by would ask him directions. That's how smart he looked. As you know, when he was young, I was out of my mind, hardly ever coming home, staying out all night. And this poor boy with no mother, he must have been so hungry. Going around, doing seo-ri all the time. Raising himself an organic farm. Whenever he got caught, he'd get beaten up. In this way, he lacked protein when he needed it most. So that's why, every now and then, he dozes off like a sick rooster. I think something up there...
[He gestures to Gang-du's brain]
Park Hie-bong:
...must have gone wrong too.
[Nam-il starts as he nearly falls asleep]
Park Hie-bong:
Have any of you heard it? The heartbreak of a parent who's lost a child... When a parent's heart breaks, the sound can travel for miles. So I really need to say this to you. Be as nice to Gang-du as you can. Don't scold him, okay?
