Voice of a Murderer Page #7

Is there a resemblance?

I'm watching you...

You said one eye has

a double eyelid, right?

Yes...

Analysis shows him as male,

in his early to mid-thirties,

from Gyeongsang Province.

About 5'11", thin physique.

His has an educated voice

and doesn't get worked up easily.

Judging by his extremely

cunning strategies,

he has had higher education.

We're not looking for the same face,

just something that feels similar...

You know, the impression.

First impression.

Let me see.

I was busy making the seal...

A lid. Try putting a lid on him.

Right, a cap.

A cap...

- What do you think?

- It looks similar.

Do you really want to save him?

It hurts, so don't shout.

What is this about?

I'm HAN In-seok.

No, I don't have the money

to buy land.

For one thing,

it's very similar.

I'll need to bring him in and

get some more voice samples.

Okay, let's can this HAN In-seok.

Do you really want to save him?

I'm going to starve him.

He's sound asleep

from the cold medicine.

Hey, now. You have a cold too

or something?

Roll it again.

You better do it right.

His fever is getting worse.

I ought to just finish him

and all this.

Once the money is safe with me,

the kid will be docked safe with you.

Is that all?

Dr. LEE?

Is that good?

Okay, good.

You suckers.

You know what this is?

This is the suspect's voice.

Down here, yours.

There's a resemblance there,

don't you think?

Disguise it all you want,

but in the end,

your voice is still

your voice. That's what.

Analysis doesn't lie.

This is the beauty of

forensic science, you see.

I told you,

I was down in the country!

Why do you keep accusing me?

Days Missing:
23

You! What were you doing?

I was in reserve forces training.

Here's the note of confirmation.

Well, I'll be damned.

Let me lay the facts out for you.

You sent someone else

to reserve training.

- We have all the evidence.

- What evidence?

Anyway, you've got the wrong person.

Show me proof.

Anyway? Anyway...

Fine. Proof?

My thoughts exactly.

You want proof?

Days Missing:
24

Mr. HAN.

Mr. HAN, sir.

Mr. HAN.

- Mr. HAN.

- Where's Sang-woo? Where is he?

A bit early to be drunk,

isn't it? Get off me.

You wanna die?

Where is Sang-woo?

Let's say I do know where he is.

Do you actually think

I would tell you?

Where's Sang-woo, you sick f***?

Jae-jun.

I was wrong.

I'll apologize.

I'm so sorry.

So please, give Sang-woo back.

I'm the bastard.

Sang-woo did nothing wrong.

Please, Jae-jun. We're frien...

Friends? The f*** we are.

Spineless motherf***er.

Please, just once.

I'll give you everything.

Money. As much as you want.

Everything...

No, I'll do anything you tell me to.

Anything.

So please,

just give us back our son.

I don't care what happens to your son.

Should've loved him

when you had the chance.

Jae-jun. Jae-jun.

Sir, the suspect just

called the house.

He wants a hundred grand

ready by tomorrow.

What?

July 13th, 1991

Days Missing:
25

Massage coupon

- Sang-woo

Good evening, everyone.

I am HAN Sang-woo, the son of

news anchorman, HAN Kyung-bae.

HAN Kyung-bae is too busy today,

so I came to take his place.

I'll try my best to do it right.

Please be kind.

Now, for our first report.

July 13th was HAN Sang-woo's

His mother, OH Ji-sun, prepared

a feast of pizza, hamburgers,

and sweet-and-sour pork.

HAN shed tears of joy

and said it was

the happiest day of

his ten years alive.

We look forward to how they

might please him next year,

with an even bigger feast.

I hope everyone has

a peaceful evening.

Do you think the Frog Boys

will come home?

Sang-woo's gonna need

some Pepto-Bismol.

You look good.

The mustache and all.

Our Sang-woo will too,

when he's older.

He takes after you, after all.

- Dad, Help me.

- Sang-woo, Sang-woo, it's Dad.

- Dad. Help me.

- Sang-woo, Sang-woo, it's Dad.

- Help me.

- Sang-woo. Sang-woo, it's Dad.

- Dad. Help me.

- Sang-woo. Sang-woo, it's Dad!

- Hello?

- You still have a hundred grand left.

Dad. Help me.

You still have a hundred grand left.

Sir, it's me.

About Sang-woo's voice.

We said we want to be alone.

The thing is, Mr. HAN.

Forensics called in today,

and it appears that

Sang-woo's voice

was a tape recording.

What?

Well, we've got orders from up top,

so I think we'll have to go public

with the investigation.

But we still have hope, so...

Wait, Mr. HAN. Mr. HAN!

Days Missing:
25

Phone Threats:
41

You clearly have no devotion

to your son.

What made you think you

could stay home?

You've got some nerve,

I'll give you that.

- Give us back our son.

- You're obviously impudent as well.

You should've kept your promise.

The money wasn't transferred.

I told you, the technical problem

wasn't our fault.

Are you gonna keep on

lying to me?

Oh, I see. Maybe you're

testing my patience.

So then, you really want to

have a go at it?

Gladly.

Don't you ever think of seeing

Sang-woo again.

Hello.

Mr. HAN, you're being

quite unreasonable here.

You're the one

that's unreasonable.

Alright, then.

Please come out right now.

We'll try to get this over

with within the day.

Sang-woo...

Put him on the phone.

- Then, will you come out immediately?

- I said, put him on the phone!

Dad. Help me.

Sang-woo...

Come out right away. Right now.

I don't want to right now.

It's raining, and I'm tired too...

Let me clean up and get some rest.

Let's talk tomorrow.

Hello? Mr. HAN... Mr. HAN...

Days Missing:
26

Hello?

So, are you ready now?

I'm eating.

Have you eaten yet?

- Not yet.

- Eat.

Let's eat first.

Anyway, let's be over

with this today.

I will call back in ten minutes.

Make it thirty minutes.

I'm in the middle of breakfast.

You don't want to be

doing this, Mr. HAN...

You want Sang-woo to die,

don't you?

Anyway, let's do this

in thirty minutes.

Thirty minutes?

No problem.

It tastes good?

Can you eat at a time like this?

Are you, are you human? Huh?

Have you gone completely insane?

You think...

our Sang-woo is dead?

Who told you to give up?

Who gave you the right?

You can't give up, you can't...

Our Sang-woo isn't dead.

My son won't die that easily.

So...

So please, please don't do this.

Promise me that you'll

come back with Sang-woo today.

Hello.

Today, I'm taking the wife's car.

Excuse me?

There's no car phone,

so I can't call anywhere.

Let's meet each other right away.

Well, that sounds good.

What's the car's license

plate number?

It's a white Sonata,

number 3911.

Come to Jamsil Lotte World

by 9:
30.

Put the bag on the ticket box

at the carousel.

Sang-woo will be at the carousel.

9:
30, it'll be over there.

- Dad.

- Sang-woo. Sang-woo, it's Dad.

Do you want Sang-woo to live?

Do you really want to save him?

One more mistake,

and Sang-woo dies.

Sir, please...

I'm down on my knees...

I'm going to starve him,

starting from now.

I'm watching you.

Every move you make.

You think you can get away

with this?

Silence. It hurts, so don't shout.

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