01x52 - Father vs Son

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Enough!

That's enough!

Dos, that's enough!

I taught Dos, no matter what happens,

not to give in to anger and hatred.

Just relax.

Let go of me!

Don't let emotions control your decisions.

Because in the end,

Dos.

you'll surely regret it.

That's enough.

I hurt my son.

Lift me up.

Water!

-Can I have some water!
-I'm okay.

Let's get him drunk, man.

Hurry up.

Okay.

You should've filled it to the brim.

Add more.

Here,

we saw how your dad punched you earlier.

Take it before the guards sees it.

What's this?

Alcohol.

It can help you calm down.

I got it from the clinic.

This should manage the dizziness.

Doc.

Do you have medicine for my bump?

I'm also dizzy.

I feel like I got hit
trying to stop the fight earlier.

Hey? Yes. I have, I have.

Here, take this.

You even asked me to do it.

This is too much, man.

Wipe this off.

Bro.

-Bro.
-I told you, man.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph!

Wow.

It's like… Let's sit him down first.

It's normal for those
undergoing chemotherapy.

Alright, take the medicine later.

You might just throw it up.

That's amazing, Bro.

Wow.

Oatmeal with Ginkgo Biloba extract.

Has Dos returned yet?

I haven't seen him yet, Bro.

We couldn't follow him since we came here.

Okay. I just need to find him.

-I'll go to him.
-No. You need to rest.

-Bro, listen to the doctor.
-Come on.

Come on.

Why?

I can find him. I can.

No, just stay here.

Damn this cancer.

It's consuming my body.

It's really hard to fight cancer.

Sometimes you need more courage

than medicine.

If I'm going to die, all I want is

to leave good memories for my child.

Without a trace of drugs.

Shot!

One more, Bro. Give him one.

One more.

Alright.

Go ahead.

Drink.

Keep drinking it.

One more.

There.

Keep going.

Keep going.

Drink it up.

He can still do it.

Delicious, delicious, delicious.

It's delicious, man.

I don't want any more.

I don't want any more.

Ah, he's too weak for this, Bro.

He's giving in.

Geez!

Is that how young people are nowadays?

Can't handle their alcohol?

You guys are nothing.

Your dad punched you.

You can't handle a little drink?

Drink up, drink up!

Drink, Dos.

Cheers! Cheers!

Drink up, drink.

You can do it. You're doing good, kid!

Jaguar!

Jaguar!

Hide it, hide it! Hurry!

Hey!

It's night time!

Go back to your cells.

Boss.

Sorry. Can I…

Can I stay here for now?

Yes, Boss. He might punch his dad too.

Yeah, Boss.

Alright.

But don't cause any trouble here, Dos.

Yes, Boss.

Son of a… This kid is different!

Even the guard is scared.

Another shot!

Let's drink.

Drink, drink, drink.

Finish it, Dos.

Dos.

Boss Dos?

Boss Dos!

Boss Dos!

Here, one more.

Boss Dos!

Alright, drink!

Boss Dos!

Boss Dos!

Boss Dos!

Drink!

Boss Dos, come on, I'll stamp you.

I'll take care of you.

Come on.

Come on.

Boss Dos!

This is the way, right?

You're blocking the way.

Here.

I'm watching you, okay?

Don't steal that.

You reminded me, Boss.

I thought you were
already cured of your illness.

Boss.

Alright, alright, take it.

That gets returned after,
not eaten with a meal, man.

Hey, kid.

Kid…

Bro, just talk to each other.

Geez!

I'm having a hard time with you two.

I'm sorry if you're having a hard time.
Sorry.

It just feels like something's wrong with
the world when you two aren't talking.

It's not that easy.

Well,

if it were you who--

Psst.

Look at Toto.

Toto!

You look so out of breath.

No one's chasing you.

How are you, Grandpa?

Don't call me "Grandpa."

You might be older than me.

It's just a side effect of chemotherapy.

Jimmy Boy.

I may look like I've been through a lot,
but I'm still young, you know.

How are you?

My back just hurts. It feels numb.

There.

Ah, that feels good.

Keep going.

I might get used to that
and will start looking for it.

Ouch!

So…

Are you okay now?

I'm okay now.

The only thing
that's always heavy for me is this.

Go ahead, let it out.

Dos and I fought again.

But this time,

I think he's really cursing me.

Not to gossip.

But,

what did you fight about?

I'm stopping chemotherapy.

Because there's a catch.

Of course, my son got angry.

For me, I won't continue this,

even if it reaches the Warden.

Hmm…

Jimmy Boy.

We're talking about your cancer here.

That's why I understand why Dos is angry.

Just a question,

-does this have anything to do with drugs?
-You don't have to find out.

It's dangerous.

It's dangerous to get involved.

It's dangerous gossip.

It's suddenly Gossip?

Can't it just be a concerned citizen?

Who are you concerned about?

About Dos.

And of course, you too, Grandpa.

Why do you keep calling me "Grandpa"?

Fine, call me Grandpa.
I'll call you Gossip Girl.

Just kidding.

I'm happy with Joy.

Yes.

Because it's "Joy." It has to be happy.

Is there a sad "Joy"?

Is your corniness
a side effect of chemotherapy?

Ouch.

You don't want to do it anymore?

There.

Hey.

Psst.

Dos. Hey!

That's cool.

That's awesome, Bro.

It makes you look badass. Who did that?

I also want to get a tattoo,
but it's my kid's face.

Wait a moment.

Come back.

We miss you.

And we're not mad.

I don't want to.

It's heavy.

It's really heavy, if you carry it alone.

Maybe not now.

Alright.

I won't force you.
That wasn't really my plan.

And I know…

you can make decisions,
because you're old enough.

But, Bro…

I really think that
you'll forgive each other.

Yes. It'll go back to
being a happy family.

-I'm telling you.
-I don't know, Bro.

I'm just tired.

It's over.

He keeps insisting on his principles,
and what happened?

Nothing, right?

He always loses.

Hey.

Easy.

Take it easy.

Just talk it over
with a couple of bottles.

I'll take care of it.

I'll set it up,

-so you and your father can reconcile.
-Don't. Don't, Bro.

-No.
-Don't. You're just wasting your time.

I'm only doing this because,
I want him to live longer, right?

But him?

I don't get him. I don't know him anymore.

Hey!

Yes, you!

Get me some snacks.

You, get out of here!

Not this one!

The other one.

Save it, it's a waste.

Alright.

You've been stuck on that for a while now.

You, how many have you had?

Uh…

-What's that for?
-You're not allowed here.

What then?

-Why are you guys hiding that?
-Don't be nosy.

Do you want something other
than cancer to k*ll you?

Do you want your son to be involved?

So?!

Leave!

Thank you.

Warden.

You called for me?

Sit down.

It was supposed to be…

both you and Dos.

But you might fight here.

I'm disappointed, Jimmy Boy.

You and Dos both pleaded with me

for the boxing events.

And now,

you're the ones starting trouble here?

And because you let me down,
I have no choice

but to stop the boxing tournaments.

Thank God.

What did you say?

Thank you?

Warden.

That's fine.

And I'm also sorry for the
trouble my son and I caused.

But it's the right decision to stop
the boxing because it's also…

extra work for everyone.

Tell me the truth.

That's it,

Warden.

Thank you.

Jimmy Boy,

I'm not an idiot who can be fooled here.

Sit down.

Your decision is right.

Promise, believe me.

Don't prolong it. What's going on?

Wow.

Your new look suits you.

Why are you here?

Ah.

I'm just checking
on the status of our boxing.

It's still on.

Don't worry, I'm on top of it.

The truth, Warden?

The real reason I ended up here.

Drugs.

I need to get Mr. Seng's trust
as a drug supplier

to the person I owed.

Who's this person you owed?

Is he in here?

No.

But he's gone, along with
Commander Uncle's disappearance.

I thought Mr. Seng would stop, because
his distributors were gone.

But what happened is,

the selling continues

whenever there's boxing

inside here.

-So you're also involved?
-No.

That's why I'm okay
with stopping the boxing.

My son and I are out of that.

Warden.

Is that why you fought, because Mr. Seng
is the one who's giving you chemotherapy?

That's right.

And because of your bravery
and being sure of yourself, kid,

fine.

We'll continue your father's chemotherapy.

A fitting reward for a good kid like you.

Is that okay?

I understand better now.

Jimmy Boy.

We have the same enemy here.

Drugs.

The problem will only end,

if we can stop Mr. Seng.

I'm ready for that, Warden.

Are you sure?

What you're going to do isn't easy.

We'll go through a difficult process.

We'll look for evidence against Mr. Seng,

and prove that it's him.

We also need substantial evidence, like…

where he made the drugs, if he has any--

Warden.

I have an idea where we can start.

Special dish because you
said you have good news.

Okay, it's cooked.

Go on, spill the good news.

That's it. Do you remember
what I told you before?

About our investigation that started
with a raid but found nothing?

Finally, my investigation
is going somewhere!

-This Kare-kare I cooked was worth it.
-Of course!

I just wish he would answer.

Who?

My old classmate who's now in the PDEA.

Ah, I'll just give him a heads up.

Hold on, okay?

Oh, Jimmy Boy.

You again?

You're going straight again.

Son of a g*n.

How many visits have you made, Jimmy Boy?

Mr. Seng, I miss my son.

I'm sorry if he's causing trouble for you.

I'm begging you again.

You're so persistent.

Again and again.

The boxing is not going to continue.

The boxing is still on.

I won't object anymore.

What spirit possessed you, Jimmy Boy?

Mr. Seng, my son needs me.

So I need to get treated.

As long as there's chemotherapy,

I'll serve you.

What can I do, when that's
what your child wants too.

What?

Alright.

That's fine, Jimmy Boy.

That's fine. Let's continue.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Were you going to make a comment?

Yes,

I'll use the father and son.

If that's what you were going to ask.

No, Boss.

I was going to ask
if Dos' tattoo would suit me.

I want to get the same one.

I don't care.

Even if you get a face lift!

Watch the father and son.

-I was just asking.
-Why?!

Mr. Seng! Mr. Seng!

Be careful.

There's no news yet.

But my friend from PDEA called.

There's a tip from Warden Bennie.

You're being investigated, Mr. Seng.

If you drown yourself in anger and hatred,

excessive anger and hatred
will come back to you.