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window ํ‚ค + ์ขŒ์šฐ ๋ฐฉํ–ฅํ‚ค

 

๐Ÿงก ๊ตต์€ ๊ธ€์”จ : ์ตํž ๊ตฌ๋ฌธ

๋ฐ‘ ์ค„ : ์ž˜ ์•ˆ๋“ค๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋ถ€๋ถ„

* : ๊ตต์€ ๊ธ€์”จ ๋ถ€์—ฐ ์„ค๋ช…, ์‚ฌ์ „ ๋œป

# :  ์”ฌ ์ „ํ™˜, ์ƒํ™ฉ ์ „ํ™˜

 

# Jason Sands' Residence, San Francisco, CA
Mind running it for us, inspector? ์•ˆ๋‚ด ์ข€ ํ•ด์ฃผ์‹œ๊ฒ ์–ด์š”, ๊ฒฝ์œ„๋‹˜?

Not sure why you all were called in.
We could handle it.
Place belongs to Jason Sands,
big-ass political contributor.
Been missing since last night.

That's why we're here.
Attorney general likes to stay
on top of these kinds of things.

Mr.Sands' wife Jennifer
arrived home last night
with their daughter about 9:00.
She found her husband gone and this...
Thanks, guys.
There's been no ransom demand yet,
but I expect we'll get something soon.
If you want our tech guys
to set taps, I gotta let 'em know. *tap ๋„์ฒญ

That's okay. We can handle it.
Do you know where his family is?

Uh, with friends.
Mrs. Sands thought it would be best
for the little girl, and we agreed.

Any sign of forced entry?

No, it must have been
a front door job,
someone posing as *pose as …์ธ ์ฒดํ•˜๋‹ค[ํƒœ๋„๋ฅผ ๋ณด์ด๋‹ค](=pretend to be).
a courier or what have you. ๋ฐฐ๋‹ฌ๋ถ€ ๊ฐ™์€ ๊ฑธ ์‚ฌ์นญํ–ˆ์„ ๊ฑฐ ์˜ˆ์š”

He's still here.

Not unless he's invisible, ํˆฌ๋ช…์ธ๊ฐ„ ์ธ๊ฐ€ ๋ณด๊ตฐ์š”
he's not, agent Jane.

He's not an agent.
He's a consultant.

No badge.
No gun.
They don't even give me dental. ์น˜๊ณผ ๋ณดํ—˜ ํ˜œํƒ๋„ ๋ชป ๋ฐ›์ฃ 

Oh, yeah.
You're the one they were telling
me about... the psychic.
Sorry, Gandalf.
In our own bumbling way, *์šฐ๋ฆฌ ๋งŒ์˜ ๋ฐฉ์‹์œผ๋กœ *bumbling ๊ฐˆํŒก์งˆํŒกํ•˜๋Š”
we did look around pretty good.
He's not here.

He's here, and there's no
such thing as psychics.
He was tortured in this chair...
To give them a pass code...

Pass code to what?

Could you humor me, inspector?
Could you try and pick up
that sheet of paper?

- All right.
- Thanks.

That's... that's it. ๊ทธ๊ฑฐ์š”

 

Well, the bookcase
must have moved.

After these papers were spread
all over the floor?

It's a door.
To a safe?

Or a safe room.

Yes.

The intruder must have been
distracted by something,
left Sands alone for a moment,
Sands punches in the code, *punch (์ปดํ“จํ„ฐ ์žํŒ์ „ํ™”๊ธฐ ๋ฒˆํ˜ธํŒ ๋“ฑ์„) ์น˜๋‹ค[๋ˆ„๋ฅด๋‹ค]
and before they can stop him,
goes into the safe room
and shuts the door behind him.

Which will open if you press
the buttons a lot? ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ํ•ด์„œ ๋น„๋ฒˆ์„ ์ฐพ๊ฒ ์–ด์š”?

I'm entering *enter (์ด๋ฆ„·์ˆซ์ž·๋‚ด์šฉ ๋“ฑ์„) ์ ์–ด ๋„ฃ๋‹ค[๊ธฐ์ž…ํ•˜๋‹ค/์ž…๋ ฅํ•˜๋‹ค]
the top ten pass code choices.

But if it is a safe room,
wouldn't it have a silent alarm
connected to a security company?

Not if you're the paranoid,
secretive type. ํŽธ์ง‘์ฆ ํ™˜์ž๋ผ๋ฉด ๋น„๋ฐ€์„ ์ข‹์•„ํ•˜์ฃ 
You make a safe room only
you know about.

I guess we need a locksmith. * ์ž๋ฌผ์‡  ์žฅ์ˆ˜[์ˆ˜๋ฆฌ์ธ]

Hang on a minute.

 

# Title

 

#
I look around.

I don't see anyone here
who could torture a man to death
with pliers and a lit cigar. * [pl.; ์ข…์ข… ๋‹จ์ˆ˜ ์ทจ๊ธ‰] ์ง‘๊ฒŒ, ํŽœ์น˜

Picture them naked and *…๋ฅผ ์ƒ์ƒํ•˜๋‹ค[๋งˆ์Œ์†์— ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๋‹ค]
ravenously hungry. *๊ฒŒ๊ฑธ์Šค๋Ÿฝ๊ฒŒ, ๊ฐˆ๋งํ•˜์—ฌ.

Ew!

You know, strictly speaking,
he wasn't tortured to death.
He bled to death on his own in
his little hidey-hole there. *๋น„๊ฒฉ์‹ (ํŠนํžˆ ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค๊ณผ ํ•จ๊ป˜ ์žˆ๊ณ  ์‹ถ์ง€ ์•Š์•„์„œ ์ˆจ๋Š”) ์€์‹ ์ฒ˜

Kind of has himself
to blame then, huh? ๋ฒ”์ธ ํƒ“๋„ ๋ชปํ•˜๊ฒ ๋„ค


Mm, kind of.

How does the widow check out?

The night of the murder, she and her
daughter were at a concert...
"Peter & the wolf.


- " She have stubs? *(ํ‘œ์ˆ˜ํ‘œ ๋“ฑ์—์„œ ํ•œ ์ชฝ์„ ๋–ผ์–ด ์ฃผ๊ณ ) ๋‚จ์€ ๋ถ€๋ถ„
- Yep.

Who's the suit hovering around her?

That's Michael claymore Bennett III,
Sands' lawyer.

What about him?

The widow's scared of him or...

Or?

Or, uh, he's reassuring her of *์•ˆ์‹ฌ์‹œํ‚ค๋‹ค
something else that she's scared of. ๋ญ”๊ฐ€๋ฅผ ๋‘๋ ค์›Œํ•˜๋Š” ๋ฏธ๋ง์ธ์„ ์•ˆ์‹ฌ์‹œํ‚ค๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•„์š”

Which is it?

I don't know.
Could be both.

Well, we can't question 'em here.
Let's go get started on Sands'
computer files.
You guys stay here till
this thing's over.

Yes, boss.

You never know. Somebody
might confess.
Van Pelt, you're killing me.

Can I ask you a personal question?

Nope.

Have you told her how you feel?

She's a co-worker.
It's against the rules.
That's how I feel.

That's not how you feel.

I sent out the vibes. *vibes ๋น„๊ฒฉ์‹ (ํŠน์ •ํ•œ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ·์‚ฌ๋ฌผ·์žฅ์†Œ๊ฐ€ ํ’๊ธฐ๋Š”) ๋Š๋‚Œ[๋ถ„์œ„๊ธฐ]
I got nothing back, okay?
So I'm leaving them alone.
 
Vibes. Really?
Vibes?

That's where he stares at the back
of her neck for several hours.
Women love that.

Oh, shut up, Cho.

You gotta go get her, man.
You gotta seduce her.

Yeah, well, seduction's
not my strong point.

Man, seduction's easy once you
know the basic principles.
There's nothing to it.

Oh, really? Well,
I don't see a crowd of women
following you around.

Why would I want a crowd of
women following me around?

Okay. I'll bite. *์ข‹์•„, ๋งํ•ด๋ด; ์งˆ๋ฌธ์— ๋Œ€๋‹ตํ•˜์ง€
What's the basic principle?

Cost you a dollar. 1๋‹ฌ๋Ÿฌ ๋‚ด์š”

For what?

So you pay attention.

- Love and affection. *์• ์ฐฉ, ๋ณด์‚ดํ•Œ
- What?

Love and affection.

Give me my dollar back.

When you're seducing someone,
what are you offering them?
Love and affection.
Who doesn't want
love and affection?
It's that simple.

Seriously, give me my dollar back.

Let me demonstrate.

I will bet you 100 more of these dollars
that I can seduce any woman here.

Okay.
The widow.
Wait a minute.
J-J-Jane!

Good job.

 

#
Hello, sweetheart.
Mrs. Sands, my name is
Patrick Jane, CBI.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Up close, you're really ๊ฐ€๊นŒ์ด์—์„œ ๋ตˆ๋‹ˆ *๋ฐ”๋กœ ๊ฐ€๊นŒ์ด์—์„œ
very beautiful.

That's...
Totally inappropriate and

listen to me, Jennifer.
I don't know what kind of hold *hold ์˜ํ–ฅ[์ง€๋ฐฐ](๋ ฅ); ์–ต์ œ
this man has over you...

- Excuse me.
- back up ๋ฌผ๋Ÿฌ์„œ์š”

now.
And I'm not exactly sure what
kind of trouble you're in,
but I'm confident that
I can help you.
Call me, and I'll come.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.Hey.

Sorry.
Sorry about that.
Come on. Come on.

I'm so sorry.

Looks like you owe me 100 bucks.

Early days, Rigsby.
Early days. ์•„์ง ํŒ๋‹จ์„ ์ผ๋Ÿฌ์š”

 

#
I'm disappointed.
I, I'm... I'm very disappointed,
and I'm embarrassed.
How could you do this me?
I told the mayor of San Francisco that
I was putting my best people on this.
Oh!
Holy mother!
Who takes off the freakin' labels?
I mean, what is that?
Is this... is this real or
is that decaf?
I mean, how am I supposed to
know which is which?

Mix 'em both half and half
and drink twice as much. *๊ทธ๊ฒƒ๊ณผ ๋™์ผํ•œ[๊ฐ™์€] ๊ฒƒ

What kind of idiot drinks decaf anyway?
What is the point?
And what were you thinking, leaving
this man alone at an event like that?

No excuses.
I mistakenly treated him as
a responsible adult.

I do have a plan.

Which is?

Uh, first win the widow's confidence... *win (a person's) confidence ์‹ ์šฉ์„ ์–ป๋‹ค

 

aside from her lawyer making an official
complaint at the attorney general,
how is that going for you? ๋ฌด์Šจ ์ˆ˜๋กœ ์–ป๋Š”๋‹ค๋Š” ๋ง ์ž…๋‹ˆ๊นŒ?

She's playing hard to get. ๊ดœํžˆ ํŠ•๊ธฐ๋Š” ๊ฑฐ ์˜ˆ์š” *play hard to get (์ดˆ๋Œ€ ๋“ฑ์„ ์ฆ‰๊ฐ ๋ฐ›์•„๋“ค์ด์ง€ ์•Š๊ณ ) ๋น„์‹ธ๊ฒŒ ๊ตด๋‹ค

Jane, you close cases.
You... you close like a fiend, so I
tolerate you, and I... and I protect you.
And I let you make Lisbon's
life a misery. * (์ •์‹ ์ ·์œก์ฒด์ ์œผ๋กœ ์‹ฌํ•œ) ๊ณ ํ†ต (=distress)
But th-there is a line.
There is a line,
and when you cross it,
I will protect myself and this unit,
and I will throw you to the wolves. *~๊ฐ€ ๋งˆ๊ตฌ ๋‹นํ•˜๋„๋ก ๋‚ด๋ฒ„๋ ค๋‘๋‹ค
Okay.
As long as we're clear.
Hey.
Mm. Yes?
Yeah.
It's the AG's office.
Um, Mrs. Sands is willing to drop
the matter if Jane will apologize to her.

Great. I'll make the call.

She wants to hear it in person,
at her house.
Huh.

 

#
Do you want to see my trolls?

I'd love to.

This one's a boy.
His name is woody Sands.
Yeah.
Come.

Wow.
You have a very nice room.

Thank you. My daddy made it for me.
This one's a girl.
Her name is Wanda Sands.
This one's a girl, too.

- Her name is
- Whoa... whoa.

Bet I can guess her name.

- Warren moon.
- No.

- Wiley post?
- No.

- Wendy Sands.
- Yes.

- Bye.
- Bye.

 

#
Thank you.

Are you married, Mr. Jane?

Was.
She's dead.

Oh, I'm sorry.
What happened?

It doesn't matter.

You have a very strange way
about you, Mr.Jane.

Do I?

After the memorial service, I don't know
why I simply don't have you fired.
Are you usually so forthright? *์†”์ง ๋‹ด๋ฐฑํ•œ

What's on your mind, Mrs. Sands?
Why am I here?

You know why. I want an apology.

No, you don't.

Here you go, Julie.

You told me if I was ever to need
your help, I should call you.

Yes.
And here I am.

You were right.
Bennett did upset me at the service.
He told me the truth about Jason.

Which is?

His investment business was a sham, *๊ฐ€์งœ, ์—‰ํ„ฐ๋ฆฌ
went broke ages ago.
Our bank accounts are empty.
He left me and Julie with nothing
but massive debts, penniless.
We're gonna have to sell the house
and... and.. and..and everything else we own.

I'm so sorry.

The IRS and the SEC. ๊ตญ์„ธ์ฒญ์ธ์ง€ ์ฆ๊ถŒ๊ฑฐ๋ž˜์œ„์›ํšŒ์ธ์ง€

*IRS ๋ฏธ๊ตญ ๊ตญ์„ธ์ฒญ(Internal Revenue Service) *SEC Securities and Exchange Commission (๋ฏธ๊ตญ) ์ฆ๊ถŒ ๊ฑฐ๋ž˜ ์œ„์›ํšŒ

 

And I don't know who else were
investigating him for fraud.

He told you nothing?

Nothing.
Nothing.
Turns out our...
our marriage was a lie.
Our... our whole life
together was a lie.

Perhaps he was ashamed
in his failure.

No.
Ashamed? Jason?
No.
I always knew he had a-a secretive,
mistrustful side, but this?

Every couple has secrets.

There are rooms in this house
I didn't even know were there.


Mrs. Sands, you asked me...
To help you.

Yes.

How can I do that?

If I know Jason, he..he..
there's something left.
He would have hid
a nest egg somewhere. *nest egg  ๋น„๊ฒฉ์‹ ๋น„์ƒ๊ธˆ, ์ €์ถ•๊ธˆ
Don't you think it's possible?

Whoever killed him
certainly thought so.

 

#
Sheriff's department.

What is this?
Who are you?

Asset seizure. ์žฌ์‚ฐ์„ ์••๋ฅ˜ํ•˜๋ผ๋Š” ๋ช…๋ น์ด์—์š”
No trouble.
Start upstairs, boys. 2์ธต๋ถ€ํ„ฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ•ด

CBI. Department of justice. *์‚ฌ๋ฒ•๋ถ€
Hang on a second.
Mm-hmm.
Yeah, this is in order, but, uh, where's
your lethal toxins immunization papers?

Excuse me?

Did they not tell you
the score here? *๋น„๊ฒฉ์‹ (the score) ์‚ฌ์‹ค, ์ง„์ƒ
Did you get your shots?

Shots?
What are you talking about?

Shots.
There was a murder here.

Yeah, I know.

Excuse me a minute.


Suspected poisoning.
Anthrax. *ํƒ„์ €๋ณ‘

Come on. Let's, uh,
let's go, guys.

Get your shots. We'll talk.

Shots.

 

#
Looks like Sands
was bust all right.
He used to be huge, but he made
some really bad calls in IT. *IT๋ถ„์•ผ์—์„œ ์ •๋ง ์ž˜๋ชป๋œ ๊ฒฐ์ •์„ ๋‚ด๋ ธ๋‹ค
Over the past five years, his business
has dwindled down to almost nothing.
No clients. No income.
There were indictments and injunctions *indictment ๊ธฐ์†Œ *injuction (๋ฒ•์›์˜) ๋ช…๋ น
and the whole nightmare coming,
just down the road. *์žฅ๋ž˜์—

The strange thing is,
until a couple of weeks ago,
there was $10 million
in his personal accounts
in cash and bonds and stocks,
most of it deposited
over the last year.

His business is dead for years.
Where do you get $10 million from?

More importantly, where is it now?

That's what his killers
wanted to know.
Hey. Are you sure the widow doesn't
know where it is?

No, she's genuinely broke
and genuinely scared.

You're not soft on her, are you? *...์—๊ฒŒ ๊ด€๋Œ€ํ•œ

No.
Maybe a little.

- We need to talk to the lawyer. What's his
- Bennett?

We need to talk to him.
You need to stay well away.
Did you say maybe a little?

She's a gorgeous, grieving widow.
Of course maybe a little.
Don't worry. It's not going
to affect my work.
I'm a law enforcement professional.
Jeez.

 

#
My sincere apologies for our
operative Jane, by the way.
Unconscionable. ์ •๋ง ๋ฌด๋ก€ํ–ˆ์ฃ  *ํ”ํžˆ ์œ ๋จธ ๊ณผ๋„ํ•œ, ํ„ฐ๋ฌด๋‹ˆ์—†๋Š” (=excessive)
Supervising agent Minelli gave
him a severe reprimand.

Well, think nothing of it. ์†”์งํžˆ ๊ด€์‹ฌ ์—†์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค
I can't tell you how sad
I am about all this.
How can I help?

I'll try and be brief. ๋‹จ๋„์ง์ž…์ ์œผ๋กœ ๋ฌผ์„๊ฒŒ์š”
You were Sands' lawyer.
You had to have known
he was in ruinous debt. *(๋น„์šฉ์ด) ๊ฐ๋‹นํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋Š”, ํŒŒ์‚ฐ์„ ๊ฐ€์ ธ์˜ฌ ์ •๋„์˜

Yeah, I knew there
were difficulties,
but I had no idea how deep
he was in it.
I don't deal in his
business affairs.

I'm his family lawyer,
so I look after his personal financial
matters, which until recently,
were in pretty good shape.

Yeah, two weeks ago,
he converted a $10 million pension
account into cash.
It's pretty much all he had.

Which is his right. ์žฌ์‚ฐ์šด์šฉ์€ ์ฃผ์ธ ๋งˆ์Œ์ด์ฃ 
I learned about it after
the fact from his accountants.
It's a huge withdrawal, but, uh, of course,
I figured he had much more in reserve. ๊ทธ๋งŒํผ์€ ์•„๋‹ˆ์–ด๋„ ๋น„์ž๊ธˆ์ด ์žˆ๋‹ค๊ณ ๋Š” ์ง์ž‘ํ–ˆ์ฌฌ

Did you ask him what he was
doing with the money?

I did.
He told me he needed it
to surprise his wife.

He did that all right. ๊ทธ๊ฑด ์„ฑ๊ณตํ–ˆ๋„ค์š”

I believed him.

What do you believe now?

I think he was looking at jail time. ๊ฐ๋ฐฉ์— ๊ฐˆ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์œผ๋‹ˆ
I think he grabbed as much cash as
he could, and he was gonna run away.

Thanks for your help, counselor.
We'll be in touch.

Okay. Whatever you need,
I'm at your service. *์ €๋Š” ๋‹น์‹ ์ด ํ•˜์ž๋Š” ๋Œ€๋กœ ํ• ๊ฒŒ์š”

 

#
Hey.
We found out where that money
was coming from.

Sands owns an office supply company
that supplies this happy landings
entertainment with copy paper.
Over the last 2 years,
$55.2 million worth.

Who owns happy landings entertainment?

It's a shell company hidden in a Swiss
trust wrapped in a dummy corporation. ํ—ˆ์ˆ˜์•„๋น„ ํšŒ์‚ฌ์ธ๋ฐ ์Šค์œ„์Šค ์‹ ํƒ์— ์œ ๋ นํšŒ์‚ฌ์— ์ด์ค‘์œผ๋กœ ๊ฐ€๋ ค์ ธ ์žˆ์ฃ 
*shell company ์ž์‚ฐ์ด๋‚˜ ์‚ฌ์—… ํ™œ๋™์ด ์—†๋Š” ๋ช…์˜๋ฟ์ธ ํšŒ์‚ฌ *dummy company ์œ ๋ นํšŒ์‚ฌ

 

It'll take a while to untangle.
But Sands' company?

It's the only one of his businesses
under a separate corporate address.

In Sausalito?

Odd, huh?

Nice work.

Are we gonna have a look?

We are.
You're gonna stay here
and keep digging.
Who owns Happy Landings Entertainment?

 

# Sausalito Marina, CA
Doesn't look like a copy paper
business, does it?

Uh, no.

This is it.
You coming aboard?

Why not?

If Sands lied about this,
what else did he cover up?

 

The place is trashed.
Cho.

I'm..I'm just gonna wait on..on the jetty. *jetty  (ํ•ด๋ณ€·๊ฐ•๊ฐ€์˜) ๋‘‘[๋ฐฉํŒŒ์ œ], ๋ถ€๋‘

Shh.

Who are you?

Patrick Jane, CBI.
Don't shoot.

What's that, CBI?

Police. Lay the gun down.

Show me the badge.

Put the gun down!

Okay, police.
I make no trouble.
No problem.

Who'd you think we were?

Nobody.

Who are you?
What are you looking for?

This is my boat.
I can do what I like.

Yeah, it's very nice,
very put together. *์•„์ฃผ ์ž˜ ์ •๋ฆฌ๋œ
This boat belongs to Jason Sands.

Yes. And Jason Sands is my fiance.

 

#
Adrianna, we can
charge you right now
With burglary, Vandalism,
assault with a deadly weapon.
That's 10 to 15 right there. ์ตœ์†Œ 10๋…„์—์„œ 15๋…„ํ˜•์ด์—์š”

Wouldn't you rather talk to us
about your situation? ๋‹น์‹  ์ƒํ™ฉ์— ๋Œ€ํ•ด ์–˜๊ธฐํ•˜๊ณ  ์‹ถ์ง€ ์•Š์•„์š”?

From you, I buy cookies.
I don't talk about situation.

Listen.
We have enough... shh.

The handsome one.
Gay, yes?

This is a murder investigation.

You've got no alibi for
the time frame in question.
We're looking at you
as a suspect.
You should take this
a little more seriously.

You know, when I was this big,
I was in a detention camp for two years.
You understand?

I understand.

No, you don't.
That was serious.
This... no.

What do you do for a living?

I dance, model, acting.

Is that a good living? ๋ฒŒ์ด๊ฐ€ ๊ดœ์ฐฎ์•„์š”?

What's good?

How long were you and
Jason Sands lovers?

Two years.
We were... we were more than lovers.
We were engaged to be married.

He was already married.

No, he was divorcing her. ์ดํ˜ผ ์ˆ˜์† ์ค‘์ด์—ˆ์–ด์š”

She doesn't know that.

Oh, sure, she does.
Why would she tell you?
It's embarrassing.
He doesn't want her anymore.
It is embarrassing. ์–ผ๋งˆ๋‚˜ ์ฐฝํ”ผํ•ด์š”

What were you looking for?

And we loved each other.

You loved each other. We hear that.

What were you looking
for on the boat?

Jason bought $10 million of diamonds
for when we would run away.
I was looking for them.

When did he buy them?

A month ago.
Once he showed me them.
They are beautiful.
And then he hid them somewhere.
I don't know where.

You were gonna run away?

Jason knew that it was the
end of the road here.
He was going to jail or going
to get killed, so we make a plan.
We are going, to, uh,
run away in the sailboat.

You and him on a sailboat.

No, he was a good sailor.
He teach me.

If, um, those bastards didn't
kill him, maybe me and him
and Julie would be in Tahiti,
rich, instead of here with you.

Y... you were gonna take Julie?

What bastards.
You know who killed him?

Yeah, sure, I know.

Tell us.

If I tell you, I leave here now.
You drop this burglary stupidness.
I don't testify.
Nothing.
I give you names. That's it.

Deal.

These, um, scum pigs run nightclubs.
Jason cleans their, uh, drug and,
um, girl money for them.
It's this money he uses
to buy the diamonds.

Did they have a company called Happy
Landings entertainment out of Oakland?

I don't know.
They live in Oakland.

These people have names?

Dieter Webb and Carter Lewis.
Scum pigs.

Scum pigs.

 

#
Dieter and Carter...
started out as college deejays.
Nightlife impresarios is *(๊ทน์žฅ ๋“ฑ์˜) ๊ธฐํš์ž, (๊ทน๋‹จ·์˜คํŽ˜๋ผ๋‹จ·๋ฐœ๋ ˆ๋‹จ์˜) ๋‹จ์žฅ
what they say they are. ์ง€๊ธˆ์€ ์ž์นญ ์œ ํฅ์—…์†Œ ๊ฐ๋…์ด๋ž๋‹ˆ๋‹ค
They own clubs, restaurants, boutique *๋ถ€ํ‹ฐํฌ, ์–‘ํ’ˆ์ (๊ฐ’๋น„์‹ผ ์˜ท์ด๋‚˜ ์„ ๋ฌผ๋ฅ˜๋ฅผ ํŒŒ๋Š” ์ž‘์€ ๊ฐ€๊ฒŒ)
hotels up and down the west coast. *up and down something ~์„ ์ด์ชฝ์ €์ชฝ
Drugs and prostitution started
as a natural sideline, *sideline ๋ถ€์—…
then became their core business.

Did we find 'em?

These guys like to glide under the radar.
According to official records, they own
no property and live nowhere.
Their only address is a PO Box. *์•ฝ์–ด ์šฐ์ฒด๊ตญ(Post Office) (→PO box)
Working with San Francisco
and Oakland PD as we speak. *๋ฐ”๋กœ ์ง€๊ธˆ

You're letting her go?

She gave us Dieter and Carter.

I could charge her with waving
a gun at Jane, but what for?

 

I don't know, boss.
If ever I saw a woman who could use pliers
and a lit cigar on a man, that's her.

Miss Jonovic, a moment.

Jane, tell her not to leave town.


You said you and Jason were
planning on leaving with Julie.

Yes.

- You didn't mind taking the kid?
- No.I love Julie.


Me and her are good friends.
You were gonna take her
away from her own mother?


Yes.

Oh, that seems a cruel thing to do.


Depends. ์ƒํ™ฉ์— ๋”ฐ๋ผ ๋‹ค๋ฅด์ฃ 
She is a cold person... Jennifer.
She doesn't care so much about Julie.
She pretends, but she doesn't really.
Tell me something.
Do you think, uh, Jennifer
has my diamonds?

I don't know.
Maybe.

Maybe?
Did you ask her?

Don't leave town.

As you like. ์›ํ•˜์‹ ๋‹ค๋ฉด์•ผ *๋‹น์‹ ์ด ์ข‹์„ ๋Œ€๋กœ

 

#
So love and affection, huh?


That's it.

Where you going?

To speak to the widow.

Oh, yeah?

I want to know if she knows
about the mistress.

 

#
Do you have children, Patrick?

No.

They are the greatest gift.

Yes, they are.

Put a little bit of ginger in it.

Hey, it's been bothering
the hell of out of me. ๊ธฐ์–ต์ด ๊ฐ€๋ฌผ๊ฐ€๋ฌผ ํ•œ๋ฐ
"Peter & the wolf"... is the duck
a flute or a bassoon?
I cannot remember.

Oh, um, a-a bassoon, I think.

Never mind.Trivia.
Listen, I have good news,
and I have bad news.

 

#
Dieter Webb's grandmother is 93
and lives in a seniors' assisted
living center in Tucson,
has for a decade, but she...


let me guess.
She's leasing a high-end vehicle and
recently bought a nice house in Oakland.

You're good.

Get Rigsby and Van Pelt on it. ๋ฆญ์Šค๋น„๋ž‘ ๋ฐด ํŽ ํŠธ ์ถœ๋™์‹œ์ผœ

 

#
$10 million?

Yes, just as you suspected,
a very healthy nest egg.

Oh, that's wonderful.
We have to find it.

Wouldn't be a bad idea. ๊ทธ๋ž˜์•ผ์ฃ 

Where should we start?

I don't know.

You found the safe room
in a moment.
You must be terribly clever at that
kind of thing, finding things.

I could try.
But, Jennifer,
that was the good news.

Okay.
Bad news?

We talked to a woman who appears
to have been Jason's mistress.

I knew it.
I knew it. I knew it.

I'm sorry.
You didn't know about her?

No.
What's she like? H-how old is she?

Mid '20s, Eastern European, tough.

Good-looking?

Not bad.

Does she have the money?

Strong possibility.

Life is so complicated.
Patrick?
Will you hold me? ์ข€ ์•ˆ์•„์ค„๋ž˜์š”?
I need someone to hold me. Please.

I'm sorry, Jennifer. I wish I could.

 

# Oakland, CA
Where's the entry team? ๊ธฐ๋™๋Œ€๋Š” ์–ด๋””์žˆ์ง€?
They were supposed to be
here 20 minutes ago.

Relax.
Guys like these probably aren't
even out of bed yet.

Could be up from the night before. ์–ด์ ฏ๋ฐค ๋Šฆ๊ฒŒ ๋“ค์–ด์™”๋‹ค *์ „๋‚  ๋ฐค ๋ถ€ํ„ฐ ๊นจ์–ด์žˆ์„ ์ˆ˜๋„ ์žˆ์–ด
Maybe went out for some breakfast.

We can deal with 'em.

Suddenly she's Steve McQueen.
They're on the move.

Come on. Let's take 'em.

Police! Get out of the car!

Hands up!

 

Get out of the car!

Get out!

Whoa, whoa.

Take it easy, man.

Come on.

Nice and easy.
Up against the car. ์ฐจ์— ๊ธฐ๋Œ€
Up against the car.
Freeze!

Hands behind your head.

 

Hands.
Give me your hands!
Let's go.

Hi.
Let's go.

 

#
You don't want
to talk to me, Dieter?

I've got nothing to say.
Call my lawyer.

What do you know
about Jason Sands?

I know he's dead.

How much did he take from you?

How much what?

We estimate he stole around $10 million
from you. Is that about right? *๊ทธ ์ •๋„๊ฐ€ ๋งž๋‚˜์š”?

Me and my partner,
we host parties.
I'm doing good, but not that good.
$10 million.
Jason didn't steal
anything from me.

You and Carter broke
into his house,
and you tortured him to death
because he stole from you.

Look, dude, I know people that
know how to do that stuff.
You know what I'm saying?
If it was us that tortured him,
we'd have the money right now, ๋ˆ๋งŒ ์ฑ™๊ฒจ์˜ค์ง€
and he'd have his life. ์ฃฝ์ด์ง„ ์•Š์•˜์–ด์š”
I wouldn't kill him.

What money?

Oh, you caught me there. ๋”ฑ ๊ฑธ๋ ธ๋„ค
The imaginary money you said
he stole from us.
Somebody got there before us.

 

An imaginary somebody.

You want my opinion? ํ•œ๋งˆ๋”” ํ•ด์ค˜์š”?
Now this isn't snitching. ๋ฐ€๊ณ ๊ฐ€ ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ผ *snitch ๋น„๊ฒฉ์‹ ๋ชป๋งˆ๋•…ํ•จ (์•„์ด๊ฐ€ ๋ถ€๋ชจ๋‹˜·์„ ์ƒ๋‹˜์—๊ฒŒ) ์ผ๋Ÿฌ๋ฐ”์น˜๋‹ค[๊ณ ์ž์งˆํ•˜๋‹ค] (=sneak)

It's just an opinion.
Write this down.
Adrianna Jonovic.
She's a crazy Armenian dancer
that Jason was tapping. ์ œ์ด์Šจ์ด ํ™€๋”ฑ ๋น ์ ธ์žˆ๋˜

Why?

She's a mercenary bitch. *๋ชป๋งˆ๋•…ํ•จ ๋ˆ ๋ฒ„๋Š” ๋ฐ๋งŒ ๊ด€์‹ฌ์ด ์žˆ๋Š”, ๋ˆ์ด ๋ชฉ์ ์ธ
She made Jason's life misery
and made him like it.
She used to work for us,
so I know where of I speak.
You should check her out.


The other one, Lewis,
has the same line. ๋ฃจ์ด์Šค๋„ ์ €๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๋งํ•˜๋”๊ตฐ์š”

There were class "a" drugs
all over his house,
so we can hold him
as long as it takes.

And Jonovic?

I think she's clean on this one,
but we can bring her back in just to be safe.

Well, don't let up on 'em. ๋ฐฉ์‹ฌํ•˜์ง€๋งˆ *let up on …์— ๋Œ€ํ•œ ์—„ํ•œ ํƒœ๋„๋ฅผ ์™„ํ™”ํ•˜๋‹ค
We need a result here. ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ๋“  ์‚ฌ๊ฑด์„ ํ•ด๊ฒฐํ•ด์•ผ ํ•ด

Mrs.Sands.

 

Oh.


Patrick, she's gone.
She's gone.
Th-they... they took her!
My baby is gone!

It's okay. It's okay.
We'll be right there.

 

#
So you think the guys from
Oakland are behind this?

Just 'cause they're in custody doesn't
mean they couldn't have arranged this.

You said the men my husband
stole from are behind bars.

They are.

Then if they didn't do this, who did?

I assure you we're doing everything
we can to find Julie.
The note left said you knew
what they wanted.

The money, obviously.
We have to find the money.
I have to give them what they want.

Why would they think you have it?

I don't... i-i don't know.
You have to find my baby.

We're trying, Mrs.Sands.

CBI is working in conjunction *in conjuction with ...์™€ ํ•จ๊ป˜ *conjunction (ํŠน๋ณ„ํ•œ ๊ฒฐ๊ณผ๋ฅผ ์ดˆ๋ž˜ํ•˜๋Š” ์‚ฌ๊ฑด ๋“ฑ์˜) ๊ฒฐํ•ฉ
with federal agents...

look, I don't care about any of that.
Look, you have to find
my little girl. Please.

 

#
What are you talking about,
steal a kid?
I've been locked up in this place.

You have friends, remember?

So you think that I'd be ass enough
to hire somebody to do it
while I'm in here?

Dieter has a point. ๋””ํ„ฐ ๋ง๋„ ์ผ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์žˆ์–ด์š”
He and Carter are bad guys,
but they're not mafia.
They don't have that kind of reach. ๊ทธ๋งŒํ•œ ์„ธ๋ ฅ์ด ์—†์–ด์š” *reach (์„ธ๋ ฅ์˜ํ–ฅ๋ ฅ ๋“ฑ์˜) ๋ฒ”์œ„[๊ถŒํ•œ]

Or those kind of stones. ๋ฐฐ์งฑ๋„์š”

We're up.
The kidnappers just
IM'ed Jennifer's cell phone. *IM  (=instant messaging)

Say yes.
Say yes and tell 'em
I'll bring it to them.

What? No.

It's okay.
I know where the money is, honestly.
Say yes.

 

#
Still awake?

Wide. *wide awake ์™„์ „ํžˆ ๊นจ์–ด์žˆ๋Š”
Jane, be careful.
Don't try and get them to say
anything or stop them. *๊ทธ๋“ค์—๊ฒŒ ๋ฌด์Šจ ๋ง์„ ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ํ•˜๊ฑฐ๋‚˜ ๋ง‰์œผ๋ ค๊ณ  ํ•˜์ง€ ๋งˆ์„ธ์š”
All we need is their phone.

 

Just sent us the number.
We'll track the kidnapper's address.

Oh, here comes someone.

Jane, just do your mind games
and get out of there, okay?

Don't worry, mom.

This better not be a trap. *์ด๊ฑด ํ•จ์ •์ด ์•„๋‹Œ ๊ฒŒ ์ข‹์„ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ
I will kill you.
Give me the diamonds.

Oh, Adrianna, you're going down
the wrong road. Kidnapping is..

I'm not a kidnapper.
You think I want to do this?
I have to do this.
I don't want Julie to die.

Tell me what's going on.
I can..I can help you.

I don't know you.
I don't trust you.
Just give me the diamonds.

Okay.
Where's Julie?

I call a number, tell them I have
the diamonds, they give Julie.

Call them.

How do I know those
are real diamonds?

They look real to me.
Here.
Why don't you have a look?
You've seen them before.
Here.
Oh, I'm sorry.
It's okay.

Scan's working.

No, this.. this...
This is not the diamonds.

No, plastic.
Forwarding the last number dialed.

Hey!

Uh... whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You son of a whore.

Signal on that phone is coming from
an apartment building in the Presidio.
All units move in.

They will kill Julie now.

Who is "they"?

I don't know.
They call me.

They send pictures to my
phone of..of Julie tied up.
They say I must give them Jason's
money, or she dies.
I don't have Jason's money.

Did they ask for Jason's money or
did they ask for diamonds?

For money.

Then they're not gonna hurt Julie
if you're telling me the truth.

No if.
I am telling the truth.

 

#
Get back.

Drop the weapon!

Drop the gun!

Drop it right now!

Watch the kid!

 

#
So far what I know is you guys shot
and grievously wounded a prominent *grievously ์ง€๋…ํžˆ, ๊ฒฉ๋ ฌํ•˜๊ฒŒ. *prominet ์œ ๋ช…ํ•œ
and a very well-liked member of *์ธ๊ธฐ์žˆ๋Š”
the San Francisco bar. *๋ฒ•์ • ๋ณ€ํ˜ธ์‚ฌ(barrister)์ง
์ƒŒํ”„๋ž€์‹œ์Šค์ฝ”์˜ ํ•œ ์ €๋ช…ํ•œ ๋ณ€ํ˜ธ์‚ฌ๊ฐ€ ๊ฒฝ์ฐฐ ์ด์— ๋งž๊ณ  ์ค‘ํƒœ์— ๋น ์กŒ๋‹ค๊ณ  ๋“ค์—ˆ์–ด

What's going on?
In simple, declarative sentences. ์š”์•ฝ ์ •๋ฆฌํ•ด๋ด *๋ฌธ๋ฒ• ์„œ์ˆ ๋ฌธ[ํ‰์„œ๋ฌธ]์˜

Bennett's our man. ๋ฒ ๋„ท์ด ๋ฒ”์ธ ์ด์—ˆ์–ด์š”
He killed Jason Sands for $10 million in diamonds,
kidnapped Julie Sands for the same reason.
Either the widow or the mistress
acted as his accomplice.

Which one?

We're trying to nail that down now. *nail down ๊ณ ์ •์‹œํ‚ค๋‹ค; ๊ผผ์ง ๋ชปํ•˜๊ฒŒ ํ•˜๋‹ค; ํ™•์‹คํ•˜๊ฒŒ ํ•˜๋‹ค, ํ•ด๊ฒฐํ•˜๋‹ค.

If Bennett makes it,
he could tell us,
but it doesn't look like he will,
so we're gonna need a confession
from his accomplice.
So, um...

What?

Jane has an idea.
But if we generate any complaints
as to how we go about this, *as to ~์— ๊ด€ํ•ด *go about sth ~์„ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ•˜๋‹ค
you've got our backs, right? ๋’ค๋ฅผ ๋ด์ฃผ์‹ค ๊ฑฐ์ฃ ?

Well, that depends.
Obviously, we need a win here.
But I-i won't sanction anything ๋ถ€์ •ํ•œ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ•์€ ์•ˆ๋ผ *sanction ํ—ˆ๊ฐ€[์Šน์ธ/์ธ๊ฐ€]ํ•˜๋‹ค
underhanded or actionable. *underhanded ๊ณต์ •ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์€ *actionable ์†Œ์†ก์„ ์ดˆ๋ž˜ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋Š”

That's kind of vague.

The whole point of this unit is..
Is subtly and discretion and judgment. ๋ถ„๋ณ„๋ ฅ๊ณผ ํŒ๋‹จ๋ ฅ์€ ์ˆ˜์‚ฌ๊ด€์ด ๊ฐ–์ถฐ์•ผํ•  ๊ธฐ๋ณธ ๋Šฅ๋ ฅ์ด์•ผ

*subtly ๋ฏธ๋ฌ˜ํ•˜๊ฒŒ, ์˜ˆ๋ฏผํ•˜๊ฒŒ, ๋ฏผ๊ฐํ•˜๊ฒŒ, ๊ตํ™œํ•˜๊ฒŒ *discretion ์‹ ์ค‘ํ•จ, (์ž์œ ) ์žฌ๋Ÿ‰(๊ถŒ)

I expect you to do what's right
without dragging me into it. ๋‚  ๋Œ์–ด๋“ค์ด์ง€ ๋ง๊ณ  ์ž๋„ค๊ฐ€ ์•Œ์•„์„œ ํ•ด

Really?

Yes, yes, Lisbon.
Of course.
If I'm forced to it,
I have your back. *๋‚˜๋Š” ๋„ˆ๋ฅผ ์ง€์ง€ํ•œ๋‹ค
I'm insulted you need to ask. *๋„ค๊ฐ€ ๋ฌผ์–ด๋ณผ ํ•„์š”๊ฐ€ ์žˆ๋‹ค๋‹ˆ ๋ชจ์š•์ ์ด์•ผ

 

#
Where is she? Where is she?
Is she okay?

Yes.
She's a little in shock,
but physically she's fine.
Not a scratch.
Doctors just want to make sure.

Hello, Jennifer.

Adrianna?
This is a surprise.
What's she doing here?
Shouldn't she be in jail?

Uh, out on bond, ma'am. ๋ณด์„๊ธˆ์„ ๋‚ด๊ณ  ํ’€๋ ค๋‚ฌ์ฃ  *bond ๋ฒ•๋ฅ  ํŠนํžˆ ็พŽ ๋ณด์„๊ธˆ

So quickly?

I screw better lawyers than you.

You've obviously led a very sad
and difficult life to be so twisted. *๋„ˆ๋Š” ๋ถ„๋ช…ํžˆ ๋งค์šฐ ์Šฌํ”„๊ณ  ํž˜๋“  ์‚ถ์„ ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๊ผฌ์ด๊ฒŒ ๋งŒ๋“ค์—ˆ์–ด
Truly, Adrianna,
you have my sympathy.

You stupid cow.

Cho, let's move.

Oh, hey.
What was that name again?

What name?

The one that Jane thought
was so important.

Wendy.


Right, Wendy.
Do either of you know
a woman named Wendy?

No.

No? Shame.
She'd be worth knowing.

Cho.

What?

Excuse his levity, ma'am. *๊ฒฉ์‹ ๊ฒฝ์†”, ๊ฒฝ๋ฐ• (=frivolity)

This Wendy person...
she has the diamonds?

It's a possibility.

Diamonds?

By the way, your friend
Mr. Bennett is coming along nicely. *(์›ํ•˜๋Š” ๋Œ€๋กœ) ๋˜์–ด ๊ฐ€๋‹ค[๋‚˜์•„์ง€๋‹ค] (=progress)
I expect we'll be
talking to him shortly.
So if there's anything you
want to pass along...

But this other police said
that he was a dead man.

Yeah, they said he was dying.

No.
No, he'll live.

 

#
How'd it go?

I think we sold it. ์ž˜ ๋œ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•„์š”

Are you kidding? We killed. ์ฃฝ์—ฌ์คฌ๋‹ค๊ณ 

 

Well, Jane says give it a moment, ์ œ์ธ์ด ์‹œ๊ฐ„์„ ์ฃผ๋žฌ์–ด
let it play itself out. *play sth out ~์„ ์œ ๋ฐœํ•˜๋‹ค[๋ฐœ์ƒ์‹œํ‚ค๋‹ค] (=enact)

 

#
It's empty.
They're both gone.

Really? Both?
Jane, nobody's there.
Come on.

It's okay, baby.
Everything going to be good now.
Everything's good.

Where have you been?

 

#
Damn! Damn! Damn!

What are you looking for?

You know what I'm looking for.

I'm pretty certain
Wendy Sands had purple hair.
You may want to call a lawyer now.

Why?
What for?

Don't make this difficult, Jennifer.
Bennett told us everything.

Nicely done.
You made me think Adrianna
had the money,
and you made her think
I had the money.

Clever.

Thank you.
Coming from a fine actress
like yourself, I'm...
I'm flattered. *ํ™ฉ์†ก ํ•ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค *flatter ์ž๊ธฐ๊ฐ€ ์ž˜๋‚œ ์ค„ ์ฐฉ๊ฐํ•˜๋‹ค

Is it really in diamonds,
or is that just part of the trick?

No trick.
Diamonds.

Do you know where?

I do.

Tell me.

Tell me what happened,
and I'll tell you where they are.

This whole time, ์ฒ˜์Œ๋ถ€ํ„ฐ ๋‚ด๋‚ด *์ง€๊ธˆ๊นŒ์ง€ ๋‚ด๋‚ด
you were just playing me. ๋‚  ๊ฐ€์ง€๊ณ  ๋†€์•˜๊ตฐ์š”

Not the whole time.

That's so sad.I...
Thought we had a real connection.

We did.

We can again.

No, we can't.

You know, I...
I never meant for this to happen.

I know.

It was Bennett.
He forced me into this.
He... he planned the whole thing.

No, Bennett is an idiot that
thinks he's in control,
but you played him like a violin, with
those big eyes and those trembling lips.
It's a dynamite act. ๋ฉ‹์ง„ ์—ฐ๊ธฐ์˜ˆ์š”
You had me buying it. ๋‚˜๋„ ์†์„ ๋ป” ํ–ˆ์œผ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ *buy (ํŠนํžˆ ์‚ฌ์‹ค ๊ฐ™์ง€ ์•Š์€ ๊ฒƒ์„) ๋ฏฟ๋‹ค

If only you'd told me
the duck was an oboe,
I probably would've told you
where the diamonds were,
and we likely never would've
solved this one. ๊ทธ๋Ÿผ ์ด ์‚ฌ๊ฑด์€ ์˜์˜ ํ•ด๊ฒฐ ๋ชป ํ–ˆ๊ฒ ์ฃ 

The duck was an oboe?

Yeah.
"Peter and the wolf.
" The duck is played by the oboe.
The wolf is a bassoon.
The flute is the songbird.
Anyone who's seen it knows that.
But you didn't.
You didn't go to "Peter and the wolf".
You stayed home and
tortured your husband
to make him give you
his running away money.

Running away with my daughter
and $10 million and that dirty whore.
And leave me with nothing?
I don't think so.
How do you think it feels
that my daughter
prefers her father's whore over me?
That she loves her more
than her own mother?
How do you think that feels?

I'm sure it hurts.

I always knew there was
a safe in that room,
but he would never tell me where
or what the combination was. *(๋ถ€ํ˜ธ ์ž๋ฌผ์‡  ๋“ฑ์„ ์—ด ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋„๋ก ์ˆซ์ž๋‚˜ ๊ธ€์ž๋ฅผ ์กฐํ•ฉํ•œ ์ผ๋ จ์˜) ๋ถ€ํ˜ธ[๋ฒˆํ˜ธ]
And I had a real
breakthrough insight. *breakthrough ๋ŒํŒŒ๊ตฌ
I realized...
That was our whole marriage...
withholding.
Withholding, always withholding.
Whatever it was that I needed
most from Jason...
That's what he refused to give me.
Tell me.
Where are they?
The diamonds.

 

Very nice room.

My daddy made it for me.

 

#
When did you first
suspect it was her?

Oh, I had an idea at
the funeral service.

No, you did not.

I did. I did.
She, uh, she was looking
way too good.
No wife should glow at her
husband's funeral.

So you made that bet with Rigsby that
you could seduce her with the
deliberate intention of snaring her? * (ํŠนํžˆ ์ง์Šน์„) ๋ซ[์˜ฌ๊ฐ€๋ฏธ]์œผ๋กœ ์žก๋‹ค (=trap)

I wanted to win the bet, too, and, uh...
I couldn't.
Just because I lost doesn't mean
you shouldn't take my advice.

 

Yeah, yeah, hush.

I'm serious, man.
Go for it. ์‹œ๋„ํ•ด๋ด์š”

What's he talking about?

Nothing.

 

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