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tell him everything in detail.

Anyway, you need to try

really hard to remember.

That's your only task in here.

Isn't that right?

Right.

Yes, do this.

Is this some kind of exercise?

No, we call it

the Temples of Doom.

From childhood,

whenever he does this

it helped him remember.

- So for memory?

- Yes, for memory.

Yes, it's some kind of,

what do you call it...

acupressure.

Oh, I remember!

What?

I didn't do it.

It wasn't me!

That's right!

Of course you didn't kill her.

No,

not that.

I didn't kick it off, the mirror!

On the Benz... Jin-tae...

It was Jin-tae who did it.

I went whoosh!

And he went crunch!

Sir.

Let me explain.

What he is saying is...

It's a long story.

Wait!

I just got an urgent message

from the office.

I need to go.

Then what about us?

For a first meeting,

this is enough.

- Should I Call you?

- I'll call you.

Then when will you call?

Sir...

What?

Did he leave?

He doesn't like us, does he?

He's a very busy man.

The most expensive lawyer

in our county.

Damn, wasn't there

anything else to tell him?

I should have said more.

Right, who cares about

the mirror?

But, you mean

it was Jin-tae who did it?

I knew it.

That rotten little scoundrel.

That jerk never came

to visit me even once.

But Do-joon,

that night, didn't you go out

to meet Jin-tae?

Then you never met him.

And the golf balls,

he knew about those, right?

Good afternoon.

I've come to see Attorney Gong.

He's not in now.

His car is outside.

He's really not here.

He is, isn't he?

Oh, Mr. Gong! Excuse me!

Oh, look who's here!

- Sir, I...

- Yes?

- Miss Kim, some green tea!

- What I'd like to say is...

If he's here, why can't I...

Ma'am,

would you prefer coffee?

To be honest,

about your case,

we are proceeding

slowly and methodically.

Here, have some.

I understand you feel impatient.

But what can we do?

You just need to wait patiently.

But we need to open an investigation

on Do-joon's friend, Jin-tae!

Ma'am!

Let me be honest with you.

In monetary terms,

if this were Seoul,

the fee we're charging

wouldn't cover an assault case

involving two broken teeth.

You should understand that.

This is Jin-tae's house.

I'm out right now,

so leave me a message.

If you are interested

in fishing equipment or bait

You can call me at

010-3154-1406.

Son of a b*tch.

Files on Scientific Investigation

Blood...

Stop.

I said stop.

Let me look at this first.

Let me take this off first.

- Cooperate a little.

- Just a sec.

Okay, okay.

There you go.

Sh*t, this is the climax.

Spa-ghet-ti!

Ti-ra-mi-su!

Tsu-na-mi!

Mi-ner-al!

Al-arm!

Arm-a-dil-lo!

Where's Je-mun?

- Detective Nam Je-mun.

- What's the problem?

Out of my way.

Push this.

It's not yours, right?

Yes!

Do I look pretty?

She put way too much on.

Isn't that...

the Manhattan lady's daughter?

Is this what you do together?

Lucky bastard.

Watch this part, here.

That's what it is, lipstick?

But do you play golf?

Me, golf?

Those professors

gave it to me when they left.

Excuse me. Sir?

Do we really have to call

the forensics team?

Anyone can tell

this is just lipstick.

All right,

tell them not to bother.

Wait!

Take an umbrella.

Wait a minute.

I went to pick you up

at the station.

Please get in.

Attorney Gong wants to see you.

Welcome, ma'am.

We started without you.

You, wait outside.

Have a seat.

You've had quite a day today.

I heard it from the police chief.

I feel so sad for you.

It's the first time I've seen

you sitting down.

Ah, you have a fine wit.

Pass her a drink.

Ma'am, do you remember

the 2002 World Cup?

The Red Devils,

Gus Hiddink!

Four years passed in a flash

I could still feel

the excitement of 2002.

But then suddenly

it was 2006.

The Germany World Cup!

Four years

is no time at all, I mean.

I really don't understand

what you're saying.

Regarding Do-joon,

let's send him off

for just four years.

It'll be a hospital, not a jail,

and he won't

have to serve 15 years.

Ma'am!

We need to think realistically.

Four years in a mental institution

for this case is a legal jackpot!

Music!

Ma'am.

I forgot to introduce you.

To my right,

my high school classmate,

the president of

Agape Psychiatric Hospital,

Doctor Yoon Jong-gu!

Hey, wake him up?

And next to me

my bar exam classmate,

Attorney Park Jong-pyo!

He's handsome.

What? Are you holding a protest?

He's smashed

after just a few drinks.

Mr. Gong!

Look, my son is...

Do-joon!

Why are you so late?

You've been drinking, haven't you?

It's so late...

Did you eat?

Eat?

I was wondering if you ate.

Thanks so much for asking.

Anyway,

I feel so f***ing betrayed.

How could you

do this to me, b*tch!

Jin-tae, I did a terrible thing.

Forget that.

Just pay me $5000

as a settlement.

In cash.

All I have right now...

it's not much...

Wait...

I've been saving this

to pay back my debt.

Take this for now.

Okay.

Send the rest to my bank account.

I'll text you the account number.

You know what texting is?

Wait. By the way,

that dead girl, Moon Ah-jung.

Do you know anything about her?

Actually there were

rumors about her from way back.

It's not nice to talk

this way about the dead,

but rumors are rumors.

Look,

there are only three motives

for murder.

Money, passion,

and vengeance.

Try to think this through.

That poor kid living on the hill,

what kind of money could she have?

So it must be

either passion or vengeance.

So we need to start

by investigating

the people around her.

But those f***ers

on the police force

found that golf ball

and just close the case?

Exactly.

Do-joon is the

obvious scapegoat for them.

If it were me,

I'd never investigate like that.

Sorry, I didn't know

you thought that way.

Of course. Do-joon has been

totally f***ed over.

I'm his friend after all.

Thank you, Jin-tae.

Don't cry!

This is no time to cry.

Quit it!

Anyway,

Do you know

what the strangest thing is?

The roof.

The body was left on the roof.

That dead girl.

Usually you bury a dead body.

But in this case,

it was hoisted up.

Her body was

practically put out on display.

Like hanging out laundry.

'Look, everyone,

I murdered this f***ing b*tch.

Do you see the corpse? '

That sort of thing...

Look.

If you put the body there,

the whole town can see it.

Anyway this neighborhood

is pretty strange.

So my point is...

Don't trust anyone.

You don't need them.

Don't even trust me.

You go out and find the real killer.

Do-joon,

you're trying hard to remember

that night, right?

If you recall

or remember something,

be sure to tell just me.

Only to me.

Do you understand?

What about that lawyer?

I fired him.

You printed the memorial photo

for Moon Ah-jung, right?

She's a real pretty girl.

That's why

'pretty girls have no luck.'

Isn't it 'pretty girls die young? '

That's why she left us early.

That girl, her mother died early

and her father ran off

with another woman.

Her relatives are

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