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(Based on the true story of an unresolved criminal investigation set under a military dictatorship)
Junk car! Junk car!
Get out of here, kid.
I told you to get out of here.
(October 23, 1986)
- Go home, kid. - Go home, kid.
- Little brat. - Little brat.
- What the hell are they doing? - What the hell are they doing?
- Hey, you! - Hey, you!
- Put that back! - Put that back!
Hey, leave it there. Go away.
- Hey, you! - Hey, you!
- That's important, don't touch! - That's important, don't touch!
- Those brats. - Those brats.
(Memories Of Murder)
What?
You dated the dead girl and she dumped you last August?
Correct or incorrect?
That's correct.
That's correct?
Take off your hat, you damn punk.
Do women like guys like you?
After watching Body Heat...
Body Heat? That an action movie?
A, c, t...
Damn punk...
Since it's a rape and murder case and all...
Well...
If she was sexy or pretty, that sort of thing.
Your impressions?
Well,
she didn't seem like a country girl...
Don't blink.
You blinked, didn't you?
Hey, look at me.
Don't look at the ceiling, look at me!
Was he born that way? One, two...
Didn't you want to go to the Military Academy?
Did you take the exam?
You need to study hard to get in there.
Receipt!
You didn't ask for one.
What? I told you to bring one.
- I told you. - No, you didn't.
That's what you said last time...
Here's one, here.
You answered the phone, you lying bastard...
I need a receipt from the restaurant. Not from a bicycle shop.
Hey!
Why didn't you rope the place off?
At least get some sticks to drive them in, morons.
Inspector Park, over here!
What is this?
It's a footprint.
When did you find it?
This morning, sir!
Go help those jerks over there.
Ah, yes!
You called the forensics team, right?
Yes, they're on their way.
By the way, where's the person who reported this?
No forensics team, this is a total mess!
Jesus, look at him!
Hey!
Get out of here!
Who got the call for this?
Did you find out who reported it?
The phone... the crime site is getting ruined.
Damn forensics team isn't here, it's a mess.
What are you talking about?
Take pictures when I tell you!
Why'd you bring so many reporters?
They were all here when I arrived.
Reporter Park's not here. Must be on vacation.
- I don't see him. - Feels great with that shithead gone.
- How can I investigate like this? - Why does this have to happen to me?
Hey, tractor!
Tractor!
Tractor, stay away! Detour!
If someone is waving, shouldn't you look?
Is he fucking deaf?
Shit! Look at this.
Now these bastards show up.
What the hell took you so long?
The crime scene's ruined!
Jesus, look at these fuckwits, sliding around!
What's going on?
How can you look at those photos while eating?
If I keep staring at them,
one moment, it'll hit me.
Instinctively.
Are you a fortune-teller?
Open up a shop then.
Chief, I may know nothing else, but my eyes can read people.
It's how I survive as a detective.
There's a reason people say I have the eyes of a shaman.
Okay, then.
You see those two guys there?
One of them's a rapist, the other is the victim's brother.
He caught the guy doing this to his sister, and dragged him in.
So tell me...
which one's the rapist?
- Hey. - What?
I think it fell out.
Really?
Let's do this properly.
I'll give this to you for special today.
I'm so grateful.
It's just a flu shot.
Do you know how much this costs?
- Sulyoung? - Yeah?
You must be earning more now than at the hospital.
I hear everyone in town comes to you.
Shh. I have something to tell you.
I heard this from the old woman at the mill.
You know the Baek family meat restaurant?
The Baek family?
You know what people call them?
What?
The Baek Lady Killers.
- Ladies? - Yeah.
But the son's a little bit retarded. Kwangho.
Kwangho used to follow Hyangsook around all the time.
Hyangsook? The dead Hyangsook?
Yeah.
She was found with a girdle over her head, right?
Right.
Even more importantly,
the night she was killed...
that old woman saw Kwangho following her.
- Really? - That's what I'm saying.
I heard that old hag went senile last year.
No, she's fine.
That kid... wait.
Kwangho? What does he look like?
This side of his face is a bit...
you know.
Tell me in detail.
Anyways, he's a poor kid.
Kwangho.
Let's talk man to man.
You see a pretty girl, you want to do her.
When I was your age, I'd go out with friends.
I understand.
You didn't intend to kill Hyangsook at first, huh?
How about just touching her breast...
I couldn't touch it.
So you killed her? Kill her, then you can touch it.
No, I didn't.
That guy coming down has had a hard life, like you.
He's nice.
He's really sweet.
He never beats anyone.
But sometimes, you know...
if he gets worked up about something...
God, what an ugly face.
Just looking at this face makes me angry.
Shit.
Pretty, right?
It's so this won't leave scratches, you punk.
Hey, hey...
What's with the army boots?
Doing this to the kid...
Kwangho, get up.
Are you really innocent? Huh?
Look in my eyes.
Huh?
Where the hell's he looking?
Look into my eyes!
(Turn yourself in or may you rot and die)
Excuse me, miss...
Excuse me?
Oh, miss!
Are you all right?
Why are you following me?
No, I just wanted to ask directions.
Let me help you.
Let go!
What's wrong?
Rolling in the fields, huh? Is this town a rapist's paradise?
You shithead.
What the hell? Hey!
Who are you?
Get over here, fucker.
Hey, miss! The victim has to file a report!
Miss!
Where is she going?
Hey! You're a detective?
You should've told me.
Sorry.
How can a detective be such a bad fighter?
How can a detective have such a bad eye for criminals?
What's that smell?
Oh, sneakers.
They stink, don't they?
But these here are evidence item J28.
Develop these quickly, huh?
- Uh, chief. - What?
This guy here... from Seoul.
Oh! Nice to meet you! I got the call...
But...
your face...
Did something happen?
- No, nothing. - Your desk...
Oh, I prepared a desk over there with lots of sunlight.
I think... I like that corner.
Okay, okay! As you wish.
Inspector Jo, say hello.
From Seoul...
Seo Tae... yoon, senior officer.
Jo Yonggu. Nice to meet you.
He volunteered to assist with this investigation.
Quite an uncommon thing.
Well, go arrange your desk.
Yes, sit down.
(Inspector Chief)
The song is great. The opening song.
I always watch Inspector Chief with Dad.
What was my phone number?
Just eat.
Right, I need to call Dad!
Eat.
I should call. Oh, it's Dad!
Hey, Kwangho.
Listen.
This footprint was found at the site of Hyangsook's murder.
Look.
And... these are sneakers we found at your house.
You wear these, right? Don't you?
Now, look closely.
The footprint in this photo and the sole of your shoe.
The same!
This pattern?
The circle, this indentation? Exactly the same.
Am I right?
This part was smudged,
don't worry about that.
You killed all those women, didn't you?
Okay.
You didn't kill them all, right?
So you didn't not kill only Hyangsook, correct?
I didn't kill anyone.
We've got the evidence here!
Where's our shovel?
Shovel?
Jesus, look at you...
Hey, bastard. Give me that.
Can't you even shovel right? Watch me.
Loosen the dirt first. Then push with your foot.
Kwangho!
Yes?
This punk.
Did you come here to play?
You know what this is?
We came here to bury you.
What? Why?
Why?
Because you won't listen, you bastard.
I'm a good boy.
Talk to me then.
Out here in the fresh air. With that face.
Hey, come here.
Women hate this face, don't they?
They grimace and all fucking run away.
It's true.
I'll kill them all.
Everyone who grimaces at my face.
I'll kill them all.
Those women who grimace, they're all in my head.
Hyangsook too?
Hyangsook?
Lee Hyangsook. You always followed her around.
Hyangsook is pretty.
Oh yeah, she's pretty.
But Hyangsook grimaced too, huh?
She went "Fuck, get away!" didn't she?
So because you liked her,
you killed her, didn't you?
By the train tracks.
In that rice paddy.
The train tracks? Right.
Her throat...
Hyangsook's throat...
strangled it tightly.
With what?
Her brassiere.
Brassiere?
With her white brassiere.
Strangled her tightly.
- And then? - Her stocking.
- Her stocking? - Pulled off her leg.
Then it was the stocking.
This guy's smart, huh?
And then?
What?
What was it?
Something with a strap?
A handbag?
Right, a bag strap.
Strangling Hyangsook's throat with it tightly.
And?
Then, Hyangsook's body shook a bit.
She looked completely dead.
And then?
Her head was covered up.
With what?
Her panties. Covered her head with her panties.
Do you mean a girdle? That women wear?
Right, a girdle!
Looked like it covered her head right up.
And then?
Had to dress her again.
And why was that?
I don't know. Put the clothes back on.
Why was that? Why?
How would I know?
You were doing so well!
Bastard! What did you do next?
- Then... running! - Where?
- It was raining! - Where did you run?
- Kept running. - Oh, you little shit!
The lightning struck!
Where the hell were you running, you bastard?!
Yonggu, start digging.
Huh? Digging?
Lightning!
Citizens, this is a civil defence drill.
The air raid siren has begun to sound. This is only a drill.
The entire country is now under a civil defence drill.
A blackout is called for in all buildings and houses.
Please find cover in the nearest underground space.
Follow the instructions you hear in this broadcast.
Please move all flammable materials to a safe place.
Unplug all cords, then hurry to an underground area...
Shut off the lights!
Hey, you!
Come here.
Put this on. Everyone ready?
Yes, sir!
Get in the car, what are you doing?
Turn around.
(Lee Hyangsook)
You should take off your pants as well.
What'll the headline be?
"Crime-Fighting Trio" or "Smiles of the Unstoppable."
Inspector Park, in the back.
Make a straight line now.
Miss Kwon, big party tonight! Reserve a room.
Smile!
Okay!
This time, hold up your fist!
Inspector Seo! Come take a picture!
That's okay.
Come on!
Wait a second.
With these webbed fingers,
you can't even hold chopsticks, right?
Have they always been this way?
Go on.
Kwangho, this is the spot, right?
I don't know.
What's he talking about? It was here.
For the re-enactment, you have to act well.
There are a lot of reporters here.
How's this?
A bit lower.
What do we start with?
Wait...
It's best to write it down in the precise order.
Then why didn't you do it? I'm fucking busy.
Chief.
The re-enactment isn't going to work anyway.
Call it off before it becomes an embarrassment.
Hey, I told you to stay away. Why'd you come back here?
Just give them some excuse. The suspect being sick, or...
Inspector Seo!
You're dumping shit on cooked rice here!
I told you before, Kwangho isn't guilty.
Be quiet!
Chief...
The cords around their necks were tied with three tight knots.
Look at Kwangho's hands. Could he do that?
Go away!
Even a child can see it.
Just go away!
Grab the strap...
Hey, concentrate!
Dad!
Kwangho! It's me!
Dad!
Hey, you're innocent! You didn't kill anyone!
That's right! I didn't do it!
Mr. Baek Kwangho! Are you denying the charges?
He didn't kill anyone! My son's innocent!
Baek Kwangho! You were tortured, weren't you?
My team never tortures suspects!
It's all gone to hell.
Don't bring it up.
Hey, did you see the look on Prosecutor Choi's face back there?
Fuck, how could he revoke the warrant?
We even had evidence.
Evidence? That footprint?
How can they just set him free?
What can we do?
All we had was a confession.
It was no ordinary confession. You heard the tape.
All the details of the crime came pouring out his mouth.
Things he'd never know if he weren't the killer.
Like how she was strangled.
You heard it too.
Be honest, didn't you rehearse that in advance?
What?
Quiet. Eat something.
Jesus...
What? I said to separate the noodles and bean sauce.
What the fuck!
(Investigative Team Reshuffled)
(Murder Case Shrouded In Mystery Once Again)
The location of the first homicide
and the second homicide.
Now, a distance of...
approximately 1,000 meters.
A length of no more than... one kilometre.
The victims, on the 12th and the 16th...
both days at twelve o'clock...
Ah, December 16th.
On December 16th,
at twelve o'clock...
Location: Yangji Teahouse.
Han Sunggeun,
a 32-year old office worker.
An arranged date, perhaps?
Anyway, at the crime site,
two drops of blood and a footprint were found.
And a drop of semen. Semen? They found semen?
What? Yes.
The two dead women...
Did they have anything in common?
In common...
Well, firstly...
both of them were single.
They were both very pretty.
And?
The murders all took place in the rain.
Rain?
He murdered them on rainy nights.
Is that so?
Also, red clothes.
They were all wearing red clothes.
Both of them?
No, all three of them.
Three of them?
What are you talking about?
Three were murdered.
We just haven't found the third body.
This is a missing person form. The name is quite unusual.
Dokko Hyunsoon, age 27. It was two months ago, July 18.
Oh, her? Dokko Hyunsoon? I know that girl.
Everyone in this town knows her.
A pretty girl, that Hyunsoon.
Even a Miss Korea is no match for her.
Did you process the missing person form, Yonggu?
Oh, shut up.
This is no ordinary incident, Chief.
If you take a detailed look, documents never lie.
It says she was wearing a red shirt.
It's written right here.
What's that?
The weather, on the day she vanished, is marked here.
It rained that day too.
Rain, red clothes...
She was murdered. By the same person.
You don't know this town, that's why you talk nonsense.
She always said she'd go to Seoul one day...
I have an idea where the body is.
Take a look at the map.
Right here...
I marked where the victim went and where the body might be.
Give me two squadrons of cops. I'll find her in two days.
Are you confident?
By the way...
when university students go on orientation...
people say the guys all get laid.
In a big group, guys and girls going at it in one room...
Is that true?
I don't know. Hurry up.
You went to a 2-year school, didn't you?
Student trips, orientation... Did you go on those?
Go ask Seo, he went to a 4-year university.
Whether he had group sex...
Fuck, four years.
I spent 4 years in high school.
I'd like to see Hyunsoon again.
Right?
She was just too good for this town.
I'm telling you, she went to Seoul.
What is it?
Lots of snakes down there.
Each part of a corpse decays at a different speed.
Look. It's old,
but the inner thigh is still firm.
There's evidence of rape?
A bit of semen was found.
But it's so old that we can't determine the blood type.
Oh, Hyunsoon...
He used her belongings this time as well.
Right, that's her stocking around the throat?
Yes.
The victim's panties are on her face,
the same as Hyangsook.
Her hands were bound the same way too.
His methods of killing are quite professional.
He's thorough.
And neat.
So there hasn't been a single witness yet?
Would you like a bit more tenderloin?
That's okay. We're fine.
Where did Kwangho go? I don't see him.
Is anything...?
I bought your son something, give it to him later.
What's this?
Oh, last time, I saw his sneakers...
they smelled so awful that I felt bad for him.
I figured I should buy him new shoes.
So I picked up some Nikes.
You didn't have to...
That punk, he's always sleeping in the strangest places!
Kwangho!
Your shoe size is 250mm, right?
Here, Nike. Try them on.
Give me that. Give it.
These are "Nice", not Nike. N, I, C, E.
Nice or Nike. Who cares?
If you were going to buy him sneakers, you should get the real thing.
Cool, huh?
Have a drink.
Hey, I beat you because I care about you.
So if you see me on the street, don't run away. Say hi.
Yeah, Yonggu feels bad about...
Punk.
Hey, where are you going now?
You see, Chief.
That boy is the exact opposite of the type of guy we're looking for.
Dragging in suspects like that is a waste of time, so...
Inspector Seo!
Have some meat before you speak.
I don't eat burnt meat.
♪ When the spring flower blooms ♪
♪ You said you'd come back to me ♪
♪ Like the singing swallows ♪
♪ On the hills ♪
♪ Singing birds and blooming flowers... ♪
Sir?
♪ Alone on the hill ♪
Hey, Seoul city bumpkin.
What?
Why did you come here?
Out to the boondocks. Huh?
To catch a killer.
Is Seoul that big?
Huh? Is it big?
Bigger than America?
Hey... hand me a banana.
Let me tell you about America.
They've got the F.B.I! The F.B.I!
Do you know how those fuckers investigate?
Their heads spin like tops.
Huh? Analysing things...
You know why?
It's because they've got so much fucking land!
If you don't use your brain, it's too much ground to cover.
So they have no choice, those American F.B.I. bastards.
But our Republic of Korea...
using just your own two legs, you can run all over it.
You know why?
Because our land's the size of my dick.
As they say, Korean detectives investigate with their feet.
That's folk wisdom, you bastard.
So brainy geeks like you...
can fuck off to America.
Go and...
Ah, just shut your fucking mouth!
You motherfucker!
Let go of me!
What? You f...
Give him this.
Take it away! Take it!
Everything's clearer now. That's much better.
I've got it now. About the killer.
That bastard...
he'll do it again.
The next night it rains.
So we need to stay one step ahead of him.
A pre-emptive strike! Okay?
And if you two ever fight in front of me again,
I'll kill you both! Understood?
Ladies and gentlemen!
In just a moment,
our President will be driving past.
Wait a minute...
It's raining nicely.
Are you ready?
Oh, Guiok... wow...
Shut up.
What if he grabs her for real?
Inspector Seo should be following close behind her.
Shit, do we have to do this every time it rains?
But, thanks to this...
Guiok puts on that red skirt.
With makeup on, she looks like a different person.
So?
Was she always that pretty?
You getting hard?
- Wait, what are you doing? - Let's check.
- We're on duty now... - Oh, Yonggu!
Hey.
Do you really keep watch here?
These days, nobody ever goes outside.
Someone's coming.
Hey, kids!
Over here.
You're so wet!
Hey, stay here until the rain stops.
That umbrella is useless.
We just picked it up in front of the school.
Someone threw it away.
Miss, are you going that way too?
Hey, she's a detective.
No way!
She's in the Violent Crimes Division.
Really?
Yeah!
Wait a minute. We'll give you a ride.
Wow, in a police car?!
Hey, you two. What are you doing out so late?
We always stay together, so it's okay.
You'll be fine even if you're alone.
Namju, tell them about what you heard at school.
What?
You know, during cleaning time, about the murderer.
Right! Do you know why they can't catch the murderer?
This is the truth. We go to Ansong Girls Middle School.
There's an outhouse behind our school.
They say a crazy man lives under it, the murderer!
He stays there all day
and when night comes, he sneaks out and kills women.
So when he comes out at night,
you must be able to smell the shit from miles away.
That's not the story.
Yoojin said a crazy woman fell in there and died.
Then I'll meet you in front of the factory with an umbrella.
It's okay.
Okay.
I'll see you soon.
♪ Stand by me, don't leave me ♪
♪ I still love you ♪
♪ Walking by myself... ♪
Hello?
Everyone, stay where you are!
Don't touch anything near you. Don't move one step!
Hey, you!
I'm talking to you!
Wait for the forensics team.
Look.
These are genuine footprints.
You see the Remicon factory there?
He caught her near the factory
and quietly pulled her more than 400 meters over here.
The footprints look like a bride and groom's.
But you didn't find anything aside from the footprints?
I'd hoped to find fingerprints on the umbrella, but no luck.
Not only that, due to the rain...
the footprints are all smudged.
Even after such a thorough investigation, nothing.
That's why, Chief, I think this could be a hint. A hint!
What are you on about?
The fact that we found nothing at the scene.
In every rape case,
at the crime scene,
one or two of those hairs get left behind.
So?
I'm saying that the criminal must not have any hair down there.
You mean hairless?
That's right, hairless. A total baldie.
He can't leave hair behind because he doesn't have any?
For example...
a Buddhist monk who shaved the hair down there.
It's a perfect crime.
Well, then...
Yongdeok Temple is just next door.
Should we start there?
Hey, Guiok! The radio. The radio
Excuse me, coffee...
Lots of sugar for me.
- Inspector Seo! - Yes, sir?
Do you have any more ideas?
I don't know. As you saw today,
this criminal is flawless.
- So? - Therefore...
our standard procedures aren't going to help.
So what are we going to do?
Jesus...
Excuse me, but I have something to show you.
What'll she show us today?
What's this?
These are documents from an FM radio station.
Looks like a broadcast schedule.
Yes, it's an evening music program I listen to.
There's someone who keeps requesting this song, "Sad Letter".
If you look, it lists the dates this song was broadcast.
Actually, this isn't a very popular song.
It's quite obscure.
A song? What letter?
"Sad Letter" The singer is Yu Jaeha.
Jo Youngpil's band.
- Sure, I've heard it. - So?
The song was broadcast on the same days as the murders here.
Look.
October 20. That's Park Bohee's murder.
December 19 was Lee Hyangsook.
Then...
this song was broadcast for last night's murder too?
Yes. I listened to it myself.
The DJ read out the postcard containing the request.
Sent by a lonely man from Terung District.
'Please broadcast it on a rainy day.'
Miss Kwon, nice! Good idea!
Did you read too many mystery novels as a student?
That was a nice story.
Chief, this can't be a coincidence.
Look at this. Documents never lie.
Christ, here we go again.
It seems like he's a real psycho.
As soon as he hears this song, he goes crazy.
Oh, Chief, now you're doing it too. This makes no sense!
It does make sense, sir! It's quite simple.
Assemblies start with the National Anthem. It's the same.
Did you get the postcard?
I requested it, but...
the radio station is a bit disorganised.
Find it quickly.
Check the postmark, fingerprints, and handwriting.
Yes, sir!
Officer Kwon, call the station and follow up on this.
Baldies...
- What about that? - Huh?
What we mentioned before...
Hairless, sir!
How would you investigate?
Pull the pants off passing men?
The postcard from yesterday. I asked you to keep it!
What postcard?
You read it on the air yesterday!
Look how many we get here!
Hey, mister!
Nothing. Get dressed.
Inspector.
They've already carted off yesterday's trash.
It's no use.
You're not going to shower?
Enough showers, for god's sake.
My skin feels like it'll burst.
You couldn't find any hairless men?
It's like looking for horns on a dog. All I did was give money to the sauna.
Can't even get fucking reimbursed.
At least your face is clean.
How many times in a day... dressing, undressing, dressing...
I'll lose my hair there too.
I asked the workers at the sauna there
to call me if they saw anyone.
Bastards just smirked at me.
Don't do it all yourself, have someone else do it.
What's that guy from Seoul doing these days?
Researching pop songs.
What?
Shit, it's nothing.
Is he still talking nonsense?
Driving me crazy.
If you feel that way, go see a shaman.
A shaman?
Sure, ask a good fortune-teller.
Ask them where the murderer is hiding.
A problem at the main gate of the police station.
It should be moved about 10m to the southwest.
A face just passed by me. I think he's the one.
Is his face among these pictures here?
Take those dirty photos away.
- Hey, just look... - Put them away!
It's bad fortune.
Take this, and do what I say.
You better not try to sell me that.
Wait, wait a minute.
You have to mix in dirt from the crime scene.
Stir.
She said that was most important.
Now pour it.
Stop.
Good.
Once this dries,
the stain will form the shape of the murderer's face.
That's ridiculous.
Quiet, you'll break the charm, motherfucker
Know how much this costs?
Shut up!
Who's that?
Don't you know?
Criminals always return to the crime scene.
Wait a second.
What the...
What's that fucker doing here?
Why'd he come?
What the fuck...
We need science here!
What the hell's that?
Still, he's got style.
Stop there!
Hey, you!
It's getting narrow! Single file!
Miss, did a strange man just run past here?
No.
- It's that policeman. - What?
From the guard post.
You know him?
Damn, he's a fast bastard.
He's not there?
Did you check the alleys properly?
You think you know this village?
You stepped on a stick back there.
A stick or a shit pile who cares?
He stepped on it.
What?
Over there... Hey, you!
Stop!
Jesus, not again.
Hey, over there.
Black clothes, black clothes...
Everyone's in black except you.
Everybody stop!
Don't move an inch!
Inspector Jo!
Yes?
Gather them together.
Hey, stop.
Gather around.
Lift up your heads.
Stand in line.
Look in my eyes.
Give me that.
What is it?
You bastard!
Move.
Fucker!
Ah, that hurts!
You ran away from us?
But...
is jerking off a crime?
It's not a crime.
So why did you run away?
Someone jumped out of the woods and ran at me,
so I panicked.
Sure, but why'd you go all the way out there to do it?
There are kids at home
and the air's nice in the woods.
Or did you go back to fantasize about the dead girls?
Your husband likes to go out at night, huh?
What's this?
Give me that.
What did you make these with?
These days, you know
real events in our town are stronger than the magazines.
When I read the newspaper,
I start fantasizing.
I ask myself why I do this
but when will this chance come again?
According to neighbours,
he diligently looks after his sick wife,
never misses a week at church,
and he's honest.
All perverts are like that.
Nice on the outside.
But my eyes can't be fooled.
One look, and I know.
Honey.
I put socks in here. Change them after dinner.
Don't forget, or they'll smell.
I'll take care of it. Go feed the kids.
Watch out for protesters.
Release Jo Byungsoon!
What now?
I heard Byungsoon confessed last night.
Says who?
Oh, Chief!
When will you make an announcement?
We know nothing. Just wait a bit more.
You've held him without a warrant for 4 days.
People are saying it's illegal detainment.
This time... be realistic, like in a movie.
Go!
You did a good job just now.
Yonggu?
So, you were hiding behind the outhouse
and you saw Park Myungja
coming towards you with a flashlight, right?
Yes, yes, yes. It seems so.
Not "it seems", you bastard. Be precise!
I think that's how I dreamed it.
Anyway, I snuck up behind the woman,
and I must have chopped the back of her neck?
With my hand, like this.
Next?
Myungja cried out and I guess she collapsed?
So I laid her on the ground and was about to take her...
Hey, it didn't happen there. It was...
Ah! The pine grove! I took her there.
From the rice paddies, to the pine grove.
According to the news, more than 200 meters, right?
That's so far!
So the rain was pouring and I dragged her through the mud.
And then?
So I threw her down in the pine grove.
Then I strangled her.
With what?
The bag strap.
Really?
Her stocking!
Ah! Oh, yeah...
A brassiere! A Venus brassiere.
I wrapped it around her throat like this.
So the woman
took a rock and clocked me in the face.
Where'd she hit you?
Right here, next to my eye.
It still hurts, even if it was just a dream.
Byungsoon?
Are you going to keep saying it was a dream?
That's enough. Turn your head.
So this bruise is from the rock?
- No, this guy here... - Shut up! Look here.
You've done well so far, now let's finish this.
So...
since she hit me like this with the rock,
I must have lost consciousness?
After lying there a while, I woke up, and looked around...
And?
I was under an outhouse! A shithouse!
Maggots were crawling all over the place!
- Not the outhouse again. - So after brushing them off
I grabbed some straw and pulled myself up.
Even in a dream, it's hard.
But then I saw
this wasn't at someone's home, it was a school toilet.
Walking to the playground,
I saw huge swarms of girls,
so many, and the smell...
Wait! Over here.
Where did you hear about that school outhouse?
Everyone knows that story.
I saw it in a dream.
From below the gas attack, run in a direction...
perpendicular to the wind.
- Understood? - Yes, sir.
Put it down. Hey!
Pretend you're dead!
Back then, who told you that story about the outhouse?
You came because of that?
What's wrong?
I hurt myself in the chute.
There was a pebble in there.
Where's the nurse?
I'll put it on for you.
I'll do it.
Shy? You're just a kid.
Sit down.
Give it to me.
Lift up your shirt.
Think about what I asked you.
The murderer in the outhouse coming out at night...
Who might have told that story first...
How would I know?
It's like asking who made up elephant jokes.
Why don't you go to the outhouse yourself?
Do I look like I have time for that?
Even still...
Some kids talk, so you snoop around the outhouse?
You have that much time?
- Giving me a heart attack. - Investigating...
What?
Is investigating such a dirty job?
Ah! Is that why they made up that rumour?
I saw her myself once or twice.
That woman.
A woman?
A crying woman.
When was it?
I was in the outhouse then too,
when I heard a woman crying.
When I came out,
there was a woman working on that hill
who kept crying.
A woman was crying?
Yes.
She kept crying on that hill.
It looked strange.
Hello?
Excuse me.
Are you the person who lives here?
Who are you?
I came to ask something. I heard that...
Wait!
Look here.
I'm a policeman.
Really?
You can't stay there. Someone might see.
There's no-one here.
Leave.
Please.
Rest assured, this will remain confidential.
As we're both women,
please tell me everything, comfortably and in detail.
That night...
it was raining lightly.
When was it?
It was...
last September.
I had read all the articles...
about the women killed.
The methods he used were exactly the same.
It was...
the same.
You saw his face?
I tried not to, on purpose,
keeping my chin down.
My panties covered my head,
but I closed my eyes tight.
If I had seen his face, he would've killed me.
I don't know about the rest, but there's one thing I definitely remember.
His hands were very soft.
The hand over my mouth
was delicate,
just like a woman's.
We're done. Let's get ourselves some sleep.
Once we get your seal, it's done.
As you said.
Sound good?
Yes, of course.
Oh, it's finally over, right?
Please let me down. Please.
Let him go. He's not the murderer.
What?
Byungsoon. Are you the murderer?
Yes, sir, yes...
Don't make me laugh, you're not the killer.
I think I am...
Let him go!
Write down everything she said...
Hey!
You toying with me, motherfucker?
Are you having fun?
I caught the murderer, okay?
What do you mean you caught him?
You hung him from the ceiling, right?
Well, he kept lying, and...
Get your head on straight. Those journalists...
- Chief! - Those goddamned bastards!
Stop!
This.
What is that?
Is that live?
It's being broadcast now?
Yes, it's live.
First, declare a state of emergency.
And send me two garrisons of men.
Because our intelligence says so!
Tonight.
There'll be a murder tonight!
Hello, I need to speak to Producer Lim...
What? He quit?
Get me the A.D. now.
The song that was just played, "Sad Letter".
Read the name and address of the requester.
You must have the postcard!
What? A prank?
This is the police, you bastard!
Hello? Hello?!
I'll go myself.
Chief, what about the garrisons?
They don't even have one man available.
They went to suppress a demonstration in Suwon.
Name: Ahn Miseon. 28 years old.
Estimated time of death: Between 7:30 and 8:00 last night.
When the two of you were fighting like madmen. Right?
Wait a minute.
There's something in the vagina.
This... looks like peach.
Nine pieces in total.
By the way...
Do you see this kind of thing a lot in Seoul?
Never.
You were right.
About what?
These guys... were a waste of time from the start.
Hey!
A call came from the radio station.
It seems like they found the postcard.
I've got the postcard. It has an address.
Can you write it down?
Terung District, Jinan 1-ri.
#32. Park Hyungyu.
Who are you?
We're policemen. Where is Park Hyungyu?
Hmm... at this time of day, he works at the factory.
Hey, Hyungyu.
Park Hyungyu!
Show me your hands.
They're quite smooth.
How long have you worked in the factory office?
Since last September.
Then...
a little before the first murder.
So, after doing your military service, you came to this town,
and the murders began taking place.
Right?
Park Hyungyu.
You sent this postcard to the station.
Yes.
You sent several others too.
Yes.
You asked for it to be played on rainy days.
Yes.
"Sad Letter"?
Every time this song was played...
a local woman died. Did you know that?
No.
Look at the broadcast records.
Okay, fine.
The song played yesterday, didn't it? "Sad Letter".
Yes.
You listened to the program?
Yes.
Your song played at 7:08, and the program finished at 8:00.
Did you listen to it all?
Yes.
Continuously, in your room?
Yes.
What was the last song?
I don't know.
It was yesterday, you bastard!
I don't remember.
You don't remember because you went out!
I was home!
She was killed between 7:30 and 8:00 last night.
You weren't listening, you went out!
Don't make me laugh.
Yonggu!
You motherfucker. Are you messing with us?
Let go of him now!
Hey!
Get back here!
Even the kids in this town know you torture innocent people.
Shut your mouth, you fu...
Get back here!
In any case, I wont be one of them.
Never.
Okay. Park Hyungyu.
You say you listened at home, until the end, right?
But you couldn't have forgotten the last song.
Because... the DJ introduced it
with some very striking words.
She mentioned you, and the many postcards you sent.
If you had heard it, you couldn't have forgotten.
Tell me!
If you really listened to the end.
I don't remember.
You don't remember?
Shall I explain it for you?
This is a recording of yesterday's program.
Last night, you sat listening to this song.
The rain was pelting down outside, you listened...
and soon, you started itching with excitement.
There's something you always do when you hear this song.
You heard a TV program playing in your landlady's room.
you left the lights on in your own room, and crept outside.
And in the pitch dark, you wandered back and forth.
Who will it be today?
Right?
And you hid in a reed field, waiting for a woman to pass.
The rain drenching you.
Nonetheless, you find all of this pleasurable.
Exhilarating, right?
And so, yesterday...
you stuffed this in that woman's body!
Do you remember how many pieces it was?
One piece. Two pieces.
Three pieces.
Shut up!
Four pieces. Five.
Six. Seven. Eight.
Shut the fuck up!
Sit down!
Yonggu!
I told you not to hit him.
Didn't I?
You know why journalists snoop around here.
You stupid bastard.
Don't even think about coming into the interrogation room again.
I'm going crazy.
No eyewitnesses.
Not one piece of evidence.
We need fucking something.
Shit, we don't need any damn witnesses.
Just a confession will do.
We should just beat that bastard within an inch of his life.
You've changed a lot.
Try it and you'll be disgraced. Like with Baek Kwangho.
Baek Kwangho...
I always wanted to ask you.
When you dragged him up the mountain,
he talked about Hyangsook's death in so much detail.
So?
Did you really not rehearse that conversation with him?
Fu... I told you I didn't!
So how did he know the way she was strangled...
That was my point!
The tape... Where's the tape from the mountain?
Miss Kwon? Guiok.
Then, Hyangsook's body shook a bit.
She looked completely dead.
Here. Listen to him closely.
Covered up Hyangsook's head.
With what?
Her panties.
Her head was covered with her panties.
He isn't talking like he did it himself.
And then?
Then...
He's talking about what he saw.
Kwangho is a witness.
Where is Kwangho?
Kwangho...
No, no. We came for a drink.
Some meat, please.
What are you doing here, you bastard?
Control yourself, huh?
He's not in his room. I'll check outside.
Hey! Try the arcade. The arcade.
How long have you been here?
Have you seen Kwangho?
It has now been 23 months since the incident first surfaced.
Before interrogating Detective Moon...
They should just castrate all those fucking detectives!
Hey, that wouldn't even do anything.
They've always been stupid bastards.
Quiet, let's listen.
The trial of Detective Moon, suspected of police torture and sexual assault, began today.
You fucked your professor didn't you, bitch?!
Your parents paid good money...
Hey, Yonggu!
Kwangho!
Fuck!
Kwangho! Don't run away!
Hey, Kwangho!
Kwangho!
Stop right there!
Kwangho!
I'm sorry...
What's wrong with you?
We're not here to catch you.
Come down.
You're going to kill me, right?
Hey! We'll forget that any of that happened.
Things like that can happen when a fight breaks out. Don't you agree?
It's okay, so just come down, huh?
If I do, you'll kill me, right?
I know.
We won't kill you, just come down.
Okay, just stay there for now. We have something to ask you.
You...
You remember Hyangsook, right?
The dead Hyangsook.
Hyangsook is pretty.
That's right. The Hyangsook you used to follow.
But that night, when it was raining...
when it was pouring down, you saw her die, right?
That? I told you already.
In the forest. I told you already...
Right! You saw when Hyangsook was murdered, didn't you? Here?
Yeah, here.
The paddy next to the train tracks.
That night,
her killer's face... did you see it?
Yeah.
You really saw it?
Lightning, ka-rang!
I saw everything from inside here.
Hey, so you...
saw his face, right?
Three times.
Do you remember that face clearly?
He was handsome.
More handsome than me.
Was this the face you saw?
Look at the picture.
You know how hot that fire was?
Look at the photo properly, bastard!
It was so hot!
Snap out of it!
Here, look closely.
Hot, hot, hot, hot!
Look at the photo!
Hey. Kwangho.
When I was young,
he threw me in the fire. That man.
Kwangho!
You bastards!
What the hell?
Please forgive him.
You bastard!
What are you students doing?!
Fuck! We're police!
Bullshit! Then we're the F.B.I!
Hey, Kwangho!
Hey, we were looking for you.
Hey!
A train's coming! Come here!
Out of the way, quick!
It's dangerous there.
Get out of the way! You idiot!
Stay away. Go...
Go!
Hey! Move! Move!
Is it okay for you to be here? They'll be looking for you.
Yes, yes.
Journalists tend to be like that.
(Mr Baek, former suspect, hit by train)
Sir, as I said last time...
(Prime suspect 'Park' released after 3 days)
Hello?
Assholes!
High-ranking bastards...
Chief!
What?
It's Investigative Crimes. They found semen.
They found what?
Take a look.
The semen was found on the victim's clothing
He likely masturbated on the corpse
and semen fell on her clothes.
Wait.
So...
if the DNA in this semen
is confirmed to match that of Park Hyungyu,
then that would make it game over, wouldn't it?
Yes, that would be quite definitive evidence.
But the problem is...
we don't have the technology in Korea
to carry out such tests yet.
It has to be sent to America.
There's no other way.
America...
Once the test is complete, the results will be released.
So we just have to wait for the documents from America?
That's right.
You sent people to watch over Park Hyungyu?
Yes! They're watching him 24 hours a day.
Once the results come back from America...
Wait until we get our hands on that bastard!
Hey, punk.
What?
What's wrong with your leg?
Did you go to the hospital?
- For this little scratch? - Come here.
It's okay. I put some medicine on it.
- What is that? - Oh, that night...
It keeps swelling.
Come on, let's go.
Just get in.
You have to amputate?
Should I explain it again?
It was pierced, but why cut off a healthy leg?
If we don't, he'll die.
Tetanus is a very brutal thing.
For rusty nails, you need to see a doctor fast.
Bunch of dim-witted boneheads.
Be grateful it's under the knee.
Crazy bastards.
Let's go.
Are you family?
He doesn't have any, but I'm like his brother...
In any case, you came together, right?
The authorisation for the surgery. Read it, then sign.
You fucker...
Hello, post office?
It's Seo Taeyoon, Investigative Crimes.
Have the documents from America arrived?
Have you definitely checked?
I keep calling because it's important!
Because it's so important, please please as soon as it comes. Alright?
Hello?
Huh, now?
Why'd you call me out?
Why? Can't I do that sometimes?
Your face looks worn out.
Are you sleeping well?
What kind of detective sleeps well?
- What's wrong with you? - Fishing? Damn free-riders.
Why'd you call out a busy man?
You look like a corpse.
There may be no use asking, but...
can you do anything else?
Can't you quit?
Violent Crimes Department...
Violent Crimes!
How many visits in one night?
Is money that important?
Bokyung's grandmother collapsed again.
I have to go.
You deserve a medal.
Get one from the Ministry of Health.
Chief!
Park Hyungyu hasn't come home for 2 hours.
It's only six stops from there to his house.
That bastard must have gotten off.
Would a man under investigation act so recklessly?
That fucker is capable of it.
He's a psychotic bastard.
You seem like the crazy one!
Once the DNA tests arrive, he's through. Stop it.
I let him go...
Don't get so upset!
Citizens,
this is a civil defence drill.
A blackout is called for in all buildings and houses...
Will you make a special investigation into this incident?
On the breast... a wound from a blade...
Ah, what is this?
There's something inside the vagina.
What the hell...
A ball point pen...
and a spoon.
Jesus...
Look inside, closely.
Wait, what's that?
An old band-aid.
What are you doing?
Why are you touching a corpse?!
What?
Get up, you bastard!
You motherfucker!
Get up, asshole.
Are you human?
No-one will care if I kill you anyway.
Tell me!
Tell me you killed them!
Tell me!
Tell me everything, you fucker!
Yeah.
I killed them.
I killed them all.
That's what you want to hear, isn't it?
Right?
Do you feel better? Huh?
Inspector Seo!
The documents from America!
Read them!
You asshole.
You fucker!
You mocked us, didn't you?
You bastard!
You mocked us!
What's wrong?
Something's wrong.
This document is a lie. I don't need it.
What does it say, huh?
It really wasn't you?
Look in my eyes.
Look in my eyes!
Fuck, I don't know.
Do you get up each morning too?
Go!
Just go, fucker!
That's enough.
Chihyuk.
You played computer games all night, didn't you?
Huh? Did you or didn't you?
Look in your dad's eyes.
Eyes all bloodshot.
Are you good?
Yeah.
Well, I guess if you don't study, you might as well be good at games.
Hey. If you won't study, go get some exercise.
Sitting in front of the computer...
I really didn't!
What do you mean you didn't?
You think you can fool my eyes?
He said he didn't. Believe him.
No, Manager Oh called my company two days ago.
He kept saying you can't do this to people, that it's not fair.
You shouldn't believe Manager Oh.
Did I do anything wrong?
Oh, Chairman Kim... I'm on the road now with our product.
Sure, let's have dinner with Manager Oh.
It's been a while.
Chulyong! Pull over for a minute!
Is something in there?
Do you see anything?
No...
Why are you looking?
I'm just looking.
That's really weird.
What is?
A while back...
a man was here looking into that hole.
I asked him the same thing.
Why he was looking in there.
What did he say?
What was it?
Right...
He remembered doing something here a long time ago,
so he came back to take a look.
Did you see his face?
What did he look like?
Well...
kind of plain?
In what way?
Just...
ordinary.