A KILLER PARADOX
Stop right there. All right.
-Now move this here. -Okay.
-We got a picture! Nice! -We got a picture.
-Hey! -Oh, no.
-Take this. -Look at that!
-Stretch out this part. -Try to hold your palm flat.
-No. Hold your palm flat. -In you go!
-Turn this. -Okay!
You having a good time there?
-Perks of getting discharged. -What are you talking about?
I've been out six months already.
Wow, really?
Time flies when you're not doing anything.
Yeong. Don't you have some work for Tang while he's here?
-Work? What? -Oh, you know.
Ah!
SON SEONG-UK AND LEE YEONG
I almost didn't recognize the groom.
He's your brother-in-law now.
-Oh, right. -Were you up all night gaming?
I've been grinding. You know I've been working.
-My part-time job ends late. -As if.
Kid. I don't care if you're working or playing games.
-Go to bed when it's time to sleep. -Yeah, yeah.
How's the picture?
Eh. It doesn't do you justice, honey.
-Nah. -I've only heard that from you.
Oh, who was it? Jae-deok's son.
-I heard he was tutoring or something. -Oh, come on, Dad.
-It's a few hours for decent money. -University-wise, he's on another level.
Think about it from the parents' point of view.
Would you want your oldest son to be a tutor?
Hah! That is true.
-Why are you doing home? -Oh!
That working holiday thing I told you about…
-I wanna do one of those. -Working holiday?
-Yeah. -So you can pick fruit in Australia?
Australia? Why Australia?
-Is the fruit good there? -Not Australia. Canada.
If you feel like picking fruit, go over to your aunt's in Nonsan.
Dad, fold some.
-Oh, fine. -Why go so far away just to do labor?
-You don't have experience. -I wanna try it.
You sure you can? You should check.
I wouldn't go right away.
I'd need to get the visa and prep for a while.
Have to get a doctor's appointment and all the paperwork. Everything I need.
Wait. If you go to Australia…
-So he can't use his savings account? -Not Australia. Canada.
-Do you have the money? -Yeah, he still can.
-I have savings? -Can he?
Hey, fold while you talk.
Hey, loser.You give up already?
Give up what, dumbass?
Finding a job and a life, you broke ass.
Oh, a job? Not really. I haven't even really looked for one.
And the trip? You still trying to escape?
Hey.
You… remember what high school was like?
-Are you serious? -Mm.
Uh…
I don't know.
I remember the spaghetti was all right, and…
-And the school nurse was-- -You two never talk about high school.
Were you guys actually close?
We were trying to be considerate.
We just didn't want you to feel left out, all right?
Oh, really?
Why, what about it?
Well,
things have been smoother since then.
I wanna live a different life or something, I guess.
Why isn't there anything spec-- spectacular in our lives, man?
Well, your life is pretty spe-- spe-- spectacular, isn't it?
Yeah?
Hey. I've thought about this, okay?
You're just gonna waste money again.
Remember that gym membership you had? You went only once, right?
That was so freakin' stupid.
Then, you spent 200,000 won on that whole workout thing.
Ah, shit, man. Pull-up bar.
God, you're such an ass.
And before that, what was it?
You went and got all into board games and spent all your time at the club. Like…
Not like you didn't do the same thing, asshole.
Oppa. Check it out.
"The night before last, I had the hottest hook-up."
Not that one, this one.
"I'm a guy who already did my military service."
"I'm going back to school after my working holiday."
"All my friends have jobs now. I don't know what I'm going to do."
-"I'm so worried, so I'm writing this." -Shit, man.
-That's you! -Go to hell.
This is Tang in three years.
This is Canada!
It's the Rocky Mountains, everyone.
Wow.
Wow, it's really insane.
You just have to come see this.
Guys, it's totally awesome!
Look at this amazing view!
Making my way here was--
Aah, shit.
Give it a rest.
…so hard.
Guys.
If heaven existed,
this place would be it.
STARTING APRIL 1 BEEF UP YOUR AVERAGE BODY!
Shit.
Hmm?
YOUR ORDER HAS ARRIVED ROCKY MOUNTAINS PICTURE FRAME NO.7
Shit.
Ah, shit.
I want a refund.
What?
I said I want a refund. I think it went bad.
Well, it's not expired.
If it isn't expired, then you must have stored it wrong.
It's the sanjeok. It tastes sour.
Try it yourself if you don't believe me.
That's… how it always tastes, so…
Are you for real?
What's your name? Jung Eun-seon?
Hey!
So? Am I the bad guy?
Huh? Is that it?
Hey, don't ignore me.
-Wake up. Get your shit together. -Here's your refund.
You clean it up.
Shouldn't you be here before your shift starts?
Huh.
Now I'm swimming!
-Oh, man! Let's try again. -I'll get us another drink.
No, buddy, that's okay.
-This is the hotel… -Seriously, let me.
-Come on, man, it's my treat. No. Hey! -Zip it, you. Enough!
-I'm buying, ya bastard. You go sit. -Yeah--
-Go sit down. -Hello.
-All right, all right. -Give me Esse.
Hey, hey, no. I want the, uh, "Soon," with the bamboo on it.
Oh, you mean Soo?
These?
Nah, not this one. The 0.5 milligram one.
SMOKING CAN CAUSE ERECTILE DYSFUNCTION!
Oh, fucking bitch. Not this…
Get me one with another logo.
There. One more.
-Two packs cost 9,000. -Hmm?
9,000, please.
Ah, shit, my… oh, money…
I heard this is how kids these days make a heart. Is that right?
Not funny?
God, you little shit… Here.
Bring me a bottle of Cass and dried squid legs outside, got it?
-What? -That's right.
Sir, wait. You have to get it…
Hey!
Hey, let's have another round!
Hey, why are your hands empty?
-Just wait, you little bitch. -Have a good day!
-Hey, sir. I can't-- -Hey, do you have the squids I asked for?
Not the dried ones.
Listen. I can't bring them to you.
-First, you have to pay. -You fucker.
-You think we're not gonna pay-- -Shit, man, stop. Knock it off!
-I'm sorry. -Yeah…
-He's working. Why say that? Fucking hell. -He's being a fucking ass.
-"Fucking ass"? I'm sorry. -Have a good day!
He's not like that usually. I don't know what his problem is. Oh, I'm sorry.
Really, I mean it. He's normally such a nice, courteous, and quiet guy.
I don't know what's gotten into him.
Yeah, he's not himself today.
Thing is, he got an earful all day from the site manager, that's why.
-Ah, yeah… -You got a plastic bag?
-Yeah. -Oh, wait a minute, yeah.
Oh, gosh.
You remind me of my kid back at the house, having a tough time working and all.
-Yeah. -We'll be out of here soon.
-Okay. -How much is it?
-15,150 won. -Ten thousand…
-And did you want a receipt? -No. Thank you.
-All right. -Okay. 15,150 won.
-Yeah. -Have a good day!
-Here's the 50. -Hey! Get two more bottles.
-Gosh. -Sir, you can't smoke in here.
-Oh, Lord. -I can smoke, fuck it--
-What makes you think you can smoke? -Hey.
Go on and get out.
-Hey, did you pay? -Oh, come on.
-Let's go. -Ugh, are you kidding me?
-Hey, come on… -Calm down. It's fine.
BUTTER ROASTED
Seriously?
Spectacular, isn't it?
Have a good day!
Hey, Tang. Good work.
-Go home now. -Okay.
Oh, sir.
Could I borrow this hammer?
Shit.
Sir.
Sir, you can't sleep there.
Great.
Uh, sir?
Sir, wait.
Hey, sir.
Huh?
Your, uh, buddy, he's sleeping right over there.
Oh?
It's okay. Yeah.
-Go. Go on. -Huh?
Uh, it's gonna start raining pretty soon, so…
Get outta here.
Get lost.
No, uh… I…
You motherfucker. Why, huh? You dumb son of a bitch!
Why, huh?
Why won't you go? You fucker!
-I told you to go! -Ah!
-Gyeong-hwan. You motherfucker. Twerp. -Son of a bitch.
-You must have been hungry to cut in line? -You pathetic dipshit.
-Aren't you gonna help him? -We were in front of you.
-Are you gonna help? -You're done for.
-You son of a bitch. -You gonna help?
I bet he's full now.
You fucking bastard.
-Chin up, Gyeong-hwan. -Hey, you're hurting him.
Let's give him one good hit and end it.
Just one. Hey, Tang.
-I could use some more. Bastard. -You pick. Number one, here…
Two, right here…
-Number three. -Where could it be?
-Oh, here. The balls. -I'm good with that.
-Pick one. -Yeah.
-Balls, good thinking. -Choose already. Come on.
-Hey, pick already! -Gyeong-hwan.
-You don't mind just having one ball? -Can't decide?
-Hey! Gyeong-hwan. Look at this bitch. -Should I flick it? Kick it?
-Fucking hell. You suck so much. -Come on, man.
The fuck, idiots? Are you both mute?
-God, this is boring already. -Bastards.
-I feel so fucking bad for Gyeong-hwan. -Fucker!
-Hey! -Boring.
-This is no fun. -Why won't you answer, bitch?
Striking back
has never been an option in my life.
Life isn't an essay question.
It's multiple choice.
So, that day, why did I…
Where on earth did I find the courage…
Guys, if heaven existed,
this place would be it.
Oh.
Uh, hey, sir?
Oh…
S-- sir?
A-- are you okay?
Are…
Hey.
Sir…
S-- Hey, sir?
Oh…
S-- Hey, sir!
Come on! Let's get another drink!
Hold on!
-Hey… -It's pouring. Where would we go?
This awesome pork skin place.
Huh? Whatever, you can go alone. I'm going home!
Hey, come with me. Come on, let's drink some more.
Hey! Where are you going?
Huh?
Rex.
What is it?
We gotta go.
Yeah.
Let's go.
Why is there music coming from the ground?
This song is so old.
Hmm. Rex.
Hey, come back. You're going the wrong way.
SEEING-EYE DOG
Rex!
Come on, what are you doing?
Rex.
Oh, what are you doing, huh? Let's go!
Okay, buddy. All right, let's go. Come on.
Do you feel wronged?
Do you?
Jeez.
Hey, part-timer.
You do a terrible thing like this to someone,
and you're only worried about yourself.
How do you sleep at night?
Look…
I have
an old mother.
She has dementia.
You know what else?
I have three kids.
You see, my kids…
They're what get me through the day.
What are you gonna do?
Huh?
'Cause this is all your fault, you know?
Hey, buddy…
What did I say? Huh?
I only just wanted you to leave me alone.
You fucker!
Open the door.
It's Gyeong-hwan.
Dude, open the door. Please.
Hey, thank you. Thanks.
Why didn't you answer my calls, jerk?
Oh, I'm dying.
Hey, could you get me a cup of water, please?
I got shitfaced with the guys that I play with.
I, of course, outdrank all of them, though.
Oh, I told Mi-yeong I was drinking with you,
and so you gotta back me up, okay?
DOES YOUR SENTENCE GET REDUCED IF YOU KILLED SOMEONE BY ACCIDENT?
No way. I didn't…
You've got the wrong guy!
-He's in there! -Back off! Back off!
I'm telling you, I'm innocent! You can't do this! Let me go!
Hey, are you asleep?
Gi-hun and his gang.
What do you imagine they're doin' now?
Ah, fuck.
They must still be a bunch of shithead, lowlife idiots making trouble, right?
Fuck me.
No.
They're doin' fuckin' well.
I looked them up on Instagram.
That asshole Gi-hun has his own business.
He's always bragging about his Mercedes online.
One's a seventh-grade teacher.
One just got married.
They're all doin' fuckin' great.
Livin' large.
What are you doing?
Huh?
I said, what are you looking for?
Oh.
My promise ring.
Promise ring?
What's it look like?
It was the same when I cheated with a girl from the board game club
before my service.
Huh…
I was gonna break up with my girlfriend if I got caught.
Keep lookin'.
But luckily, that never happened.
There.
What are you doing?
Oh, shoot. My tablet.
-Oh, that? -Yeah.
-Hey, let's all go with Ji-eun. -You asshole…
Shit…
-What? -Motherfuckers.
What? Why not, man?
And when I stole something back in high school,
I got lucky and got away with it too.
Hey, you had it with you at lunch, didn't you?
No one suspected me.
It felt like
everything was going my way.
Hey.
What…
What time did you get here earlier?
Eleven.
No, idiot.
You got here when I got home from work. That's ten.
Oh, yeah, ten. Right.
No.
I watched the soccer game till the end, so it was 11. You dumbass.
When you go on your trip,
can you give me the pull-up bar?
Oh, shit.
Just go to sleep, you freeloading idiot.
Stop talking to me so I can.
I have a morning class tomorrow.
Ah, shit.
-Yong-jae. -Yes, sir!
Did you find anything there?
Uh, there's a security camera in that alley over by the market,
but nothing here.
This place has been empty 'cause of the redevelopment project.
-Nothin's here. -Hey, over there. That house.
-Does anyone live there? -The one up there? I'll check.
-Ask the patrol unit. -Hurry up. Go on.
-I'll go check. -Ah, Christ.
Hey, hey, hey. Tell him to put his gloves on.
You too, come on.
I'm not doing anything. Put your gloves on, Detective Jang.
Come on.
God, you never listen.
Hey, why aren't you turning that off?
Where is it?
What's wrong with this?
Fuck, I'm late!
Oh, my head's pounding.
Oh shit. I'm late, I'm late, I'm late, I'm late.
I'm outta here.
Shit, I'm so late.
Oh crap!
My day shift girl says she's sick and can't make it.
But honestly, I bet she isn't really.
Probably has a date with her boyfriend.
BOSS
But what can you do? She says she's sick.
You can fill in for her, right?
Get here as soon as you can, okay?
I'll fill in until then.
Ugh, I stayed up all night. I'm so tired.
-Yes. -Have a good day!
Two people, dead on the ground, right near the market,
It's unbelievable!
Hello.
They need to clean up these streets. What kind of country is this?
The police just sit on their asses.
I've never seen a patrol car in this neighborhood.
Need cigarettes?
How many, uh…
security cameras does this place have?
What?
-Her face is fucking… -What about her?
She keeps giving me a bunch of shit.
I fucking hate her, seriously, bro.
-Wait, who are you talking about? -You know.
That bitch that smells like fabric softener.
I don't know what the teachers look like.
Dumbass. Come to school for once in your life.
Let me get a light.
Hey, sir. Excuse me, but could I borrow, um, your lighter?
I don't smoke, punk.
Ah. Thanks anyway.
Man…
What? What's up?
-Hey, so… I'm a punk? -Hey, hey, hey.
-Let's go. I've got a vape. -Get off.
-Let's smoke this. -Let go of me.
-You look familiar. -Come on.
-Come on, Jae-jun. -Oh yeah? That so?
-Let's go, you idiot. -Wanna go to the station now?
-Mm-hmm. You get all the hard drives? -Yes, sir. I got everything.
-Let's go! -Oh, and put these boys in the car.
-Wait. -They need a lesson.
-What? -Wait, we aren't high school students.
-We're not. -Get in the black car now.
-We're not in high school. -Uh-huh…
-Right, -Really, sir…
-Yeah, sure, sure. -We aren't… Sir, listen.
-We're 20, sir. -Seriously, bro…
You idiots. God.
What is it this time?
-I swear, this time we didn't do it. -As if.
-Look at this haircut. -Don't touch my hair.
-What did they do wrong? -But we weren't…
They're just petty offenders.
Look at you idiots.
Hey, he's just raggin' on you 'cause you guys are slouchin' in your chairs.
See, there's not a lot I can do about you boys.
I'm givin' you a warning.
But… kids need consequences to put some sense into your heads.
Whether it's a fine or some jail time.
-Right, Detective Jang? -If I catch you guys at it one more time…
Hmm?
You heard him.
-Sit up straight. -Did you get anything from the cameras?
-Not really. -Want me to call your parents?
I'm checking out some people the shop owners might've run into.
How could they both end up dying after a fight, though?
The bodies are in completely different areas.
Yes, that's true.
Hey, but when your brain hemorrhages, you don't go down right on the spot.
It's possible you kill the other guy, then collapse and die on the way.
That's true too.
You just have to go off of the test results we get.
You can't rely on your gut feeling with this.
-Just believe what you see, all right? -Well, I'm lookin'.
Fine. He won't listen.
Do you wanna turn out like him?
Why are your pants all ripped up?
You'll freeze to death trying to look cool, dummy.
The guy who worked here yesterday.
Yesterday?
Yeah.
The one who came in at 4:00 p.m. and left at 10:00 in the evening.
Oh! You must be talking about Tang. Lee Tang.
His name is Lee Tang?
Lee Tang. Yes. The name's odd.
-Can you give me his contact information? -Right, his number.
Uh… Oh.
Ah! There he is.
-Hey, just in time, Tang. Come on in. -Have a good day!
You heard what happened yesterday?
-Huh? -There was a murder.
There's a detective here now.
So, uh, go talk to him. Tell him everything you know.
Have a good day!
Have a seat.
Oh.
I haven't been sleepin' well lately.
So, if you're a college student, I guess you're at Usang?
-Yeah. -Mm.
So…
Are we gonna talk right here?
You want to go to the station?
Oh. No.
You recall those older guys, yeah?
This guy? Hmm?
They threw money
and made you bring food out.
And left a mess.
They were pretty drunk.
That why you killed them?
Huh?
I'm screwin' around. You really seem nervous.
Those two drank here at this table for somethin' like two hours yesterday.
I need to know what they talked about.
It was late at night, so I'm guessing you could hear 'em from inside.
So, do you remember anything?
Just…
a bit about their family.
Family?
How things have been hard.
-I told you my mother has dementia, okay? -That his mother has dementia.
Besides, I've got three children!
And that he has three kids.
And then what?
AN YONG-JAE
I… I'm not really…
Detective Jang.
They identified the prints. It's a match.
It's like Detective Park said.
They killed each other. We found a witness too.
His statement even matches.
Apparently, the two got drunk and got into an argument.
Lee Gwang-hun must've hit him with a brick first.
We found blood from Lee Gwang-hun's head.
It was on Kim Myeong-jin's speaker.
It looks like… they did actually kill each other.
Mm. Mm.
Could I borrow this hammer?
-Yong-jae. -Sir?
Well done.
You found the witness too. That's good.
I appreciate it.
You did good, but be careful.
About what?
You talked about the case in front of the kid.
Don't get sloppy.
That was neglectful.
Sorry if I made you Jang-gry.
Oh. No, I was joking.
They choose to fight somewhere there aren't any security cameras.
What are the odds?
I mean, it's unbelievable.
So he got hit there, then walked all the way over here before he dropped dead?
-How's that even possible? -Whatever.
Hey, hand me the wire stripper.
Okay.
Here.
The man's eyes were swollen too.
Which means he would have manifested these symptoms after the first blow.
However, the autopsy shows a blood alcohol level of 0.13,
so there's a chance he might not have felt them at all.
How long have you known Mr. Kim Myeong-jin?
I think I've known him for around maybe three years or so.
I'm home! I brought over a friend.
-You don't mind, right? -The kids are sleeping! Sh!
-Sh! All right. Get us a drink and food. -Oh, ma'am, excuse me.
-One day, my husband… -He said we could come here.
-He brought him home. -What'd I tell ya?
Said he was a friend who worked with him.
…real big heart.
I'm heading out.
-Hey! Hey, Yong-jun. -All right, see you.
-He was a caring man. -Wait. Hang on.
-Always very nice. -I have something for you.
-I know it's not much, but take it. -Ah, you don't need to do that.
-Oh, Myeong-jin! -Bye, kiddo.
Keep doing that, and you're gonna spoil the kid.
-Oh, come on. -See ya.
All right. Bye.
-He became friends with the kids too. -Come on.
And would give them pocket money.
He'd even remember my birthday, and my husband never did.
Wow, your cooking is just as good as a professional chef!
Mm! God, your skills are wasted as a housewife.
Man!
-Ma'am. -Yes?
Would you like to come have a drink?
So…
You were going to get a divorce, as soon as your son moved out,
and marry your husband's friend after that.
Does that sound right?
Yes.
Potato, potah-to.
What's the point of marriage if you just let yourself be seduced, huh?
And she's serving food at her lover's funeral when her husband also died?
She's nuts!
Hey.
See, look.
That's no way to behave when you've got a son that age.
Even I'd knife the guy.
-Not a knife. A brick. -Oh yeah? So?
We didn't find any blood on the brick. What's that about?
-Don't start with that. -And about Kim Myeong-jin.
-There's somethin' strange about him. -What are you sayin'?
I looked up his records, but nothing came up.
And, most importantly, I think, well…
I think I've seen the guy.
Doesn't work if you think you've seen him. Just believe what you see.
Enjoy your break. I gotta go somewhere.
I'll come with you.
Can you recommend a gum?
OH YEAH! BUBBLE GUM
Is this bubble gum?
Yeah. I saw you blowing a bubble before.
I can do that with regular chewing gum as well.
Oh.
So what? Huh?
You think that… bubble gum and chewing gum are different?
You keep chewing, and you just blow bubbles all the same.
How do I say it?
Murder's just like that too. It just happens.
You're not a witness, although…
when people are the last to see a murder victim before they die,
they tend to suffer from trauma afterwards.
I thought I might have scared you too much earlier.
And judging by your looks and your name, I get a feeling
that you might have it a bit rough in life in general, and…
let me just say, I can sympathize.
Hmm?
JANG NAN-GAM NATIONAL POLICE AGENCY
I became a cop so people wouldn't think I'm a joke.
You get it, right?
Take care.
Thanks. Come again.
No, thanks.
You won't be seeing me again.
-Have a good day! -Well, would you look at that?
You little fucking punk.
What are you doing here?
So, what's your deal?
You didn't answer my calls or texts.
Oh, I didn't tell you? My phone broke.
So then why haven't you had it fixed? God.
Why aren't you going to school?
I have a family thing.
Hey… I heard some guys got killed near here, bro.
Wanna hear something really funny?
Yesterday, after class, a detective came to see me and Mi-yeong.
He was asking us a bunch of stuff.
He wanted to know what you were up to that day.
It was intense as hell.
And it was almost like he thought you were the murderer.
A professor walked by,
and he was totally staring at us.
I can't seem to get drunk these days.
What is this, water?
Let's do another round.
It's been so hard to get drunk. Like, especially today, even. Shit.
I drank with the guys a while back, and I freaking destroyed them.
Drank, like, ten bottles.
Mm. Yeah, go ahead.
Detective Jang! Detective Jang!
Breaking news.
In regards to the murder in an alley in Yuseong-gu, Daejeon, a few days ago,
an investigation into the identity of Mr. Kim, a victim of the case,
revealed him to be Kim Myeong-jin,
a construction worker who lived in the area.
A closer analysis of his DNA revealed…
-Kim Myeong-jin, who you said felt off? -Yeah.
His age, history, none of it was real.
I ran a background check,
and this man, it turns out, is Yeo Bu-il.
It was actually a match for that of Mr. Yeo,
the suspect in a serial murder that took place in Gangwon-do in 2009.
The police found Kim's true identity
after they conducted a more detailed DNA analysis
following suspicions about his records.
The discovery that Kim's DNA matched that of the serial murder suspect, Yeo,
and the fact that he had been living under an alias all this time
comes as a shock to many.
Oh, oh, Yeo Bu-il!
-Ah! -I wasn't sure either.
Then I recognized him right away when I saw the picture.
WANTED FOR MURDER NAME: YEO BU-IL
One of the characteristics of a psychopath
is that they are experts when it comes to manipulation, deception, and disguises.
Jesus, isn't it strange, huh?
It's like they say. What is it?
-Uh… comeuppance. -Yeah…
He got what was comin' to him.
The discovery that Kim was actually Yeo,
the suspect for the serial murder in Gangwon-do,
has led to renewed attention on the vicious crimes years ago.
He broke into a house for the insurance payout and murdered the entire family…
You servicing yourself
'cause you killed a bad man?
Hey, part-timer.
The heart is
so very cunning, isn't it?
You murdered a family for the insurance money.
Hid in a mountain, then raped and killed college kids who went for a hike
before dumping their bodies.
And you say what?
I have an old mother at home.
And…
And I also have three kids.
I heard you went from place to place, killing a fuckload of people.
Right up until you died in my hands!
There's a lot more that aren't on the internet and news, aren't there?
And you say what?
The stuff about your mother and kids was all bullshit!
They were all lies, weren't they? Huh?
Ooh!
There you go. Good job!
Good boy. Yeah.
Well done! Good!
One more time? Okay?
Here we go!
There you go. Good job!
One more. Go.