-Bag it. -Yes, sir.
It's ready.
-Pocket a few for yourself. -Sir?
Everyone does it. Have a taste.
-You hid your son very well, huh? -My apologies.
Tell him to visit us. At the prosecutor's office.
-Nothing will happen to him. -Yes, sir.
Our cash won't leave you any troubles.
Cash without trouble? There's no such thing.
But you're still willing to take it?
-Thank you, Eva! -My pleasure, Grandpa.
Thank you for doing this.
Sorry for the trouble.
Scared shitless, but he still took it.
No one would turn down that much money.
Must have demons in their stomachs, they never get full.
-Young-jak, come see me later. -Yes, madam.
-You don't have to bow to me like that. -Ma'am?
Bowing. Like this.
-I'm serious. -Sure.
Bye.
The bickering never stops.
All of them. Politicians, judges, prosecutors, bureaucrats, scholars... They hound us for money.
Like they're insane over it.
But they'll never get rich off such loose change.
We made them that way, with our loose change.
Where's my son staying tonight?
-Can we call him? -Yes, madam.
-Is this secure? -Yes.
Son, it's mom.
Dad met one of them in person.
Gave him a package. The top dog.
It's all taken care of, so relax.
Go over there and wrap this up.
Don't act cocky and come off looking obnoxious.
Why don't you try it?
-It's a great wine, at least taste it. -Yes, ma'am.
Ah, wine... Tastes like wine...
-Hi, Eva. -Hi.
-What's up? -He wants more champagne.
Okay.
-Thank you. -You're welcome.
-Are you going to join us? -Certainly not.
-Okay, Ciao. -Ciao.