𧑠νλ©΄ ν μͺ½μ μμ, ν μͺ½μ μ΄ ν¬μ€νΈ
window ν€ + μ’μ° λ°©ν₯ν€
𧑠ꡡμ κΈμ¨ : μ΅ν ꡬ문
λ° μ€ : μ μλ€λ¦¬λ λΆλΆ
* : κ΅΅μ κΈμ¨ λΆμ° μ€λͺ , μ¬μ λ»
# : μ¬ μ ν, μν© μ ν
#
Anything else you guys hear,
let us know, okay?
Thank you.
Kid's name's Cody Elkins,
16 years old.
Reported missing a couple days ago.
Turned serious enough to call
us when the local policemen
found the boy's shoe two
streets away in a gutter.
Waiting on the DNA.
We figure it's an abduction,
potential homicide,
which makes it a CBI case.
The parents are
Michael and Janice, both clean.
They have another
son named Brad, 14.
They own a flower shop here.
- Cho's with 'em now.
- Let's go.
Think I'll just wait out here.
That's fine.
- Hey, dude.
- Huge bike.
What's he doing?
You boys gotta be pretty
anxious to see something
- to ride this, huh? μ΄λ° κ±Έ νλ€λ κ½€ κΈνꡬλ?
- Huh?
You didn't ride a pink bike through
town to come to the store, did you?
- What'd you come to see?
- Nothing.
- Really?
- Let's go, Clyde.
- Where's Cody Elkins?
- I don't know.
I know you guys know where he is.
You don't have to tell me out loud.
Just look in the direction. κ·Έ μͺ½μ μ³λ€λ³΄κΈ°λ§ ν΄
That way?
Why did you do that?
Thank you. Here's your bike.
Be safe.
#
Cho's gonna bring the Elkins home.
I have a pretty good idea
where Cody Elkins is.
Sharing is good.
#
- What makes you think it's here?
- Because those kids gave it away. *give sth away (λΉλ°μ) λμ€νλ€[λλ¬λ΄λ€] (=betray) (→κ΄λ ¨ λͺ
μ¬λ giveaway)
Plus they smelled like eucalyptus.
But there's eucalyptus
trees all over around here.
- Crows.
- So?
Crows are carrion birds. *carrion (μ£½μ μ§μΉμ) μ©μ΄ κ°λ κ³ κΈ°
They like dead things.
Oh, Jeez.
Poor kid.
What does it mean?
Black magic.
Sacrifice.
But there's no such
thing as black magic.
Well...
Somebody disagrees.
#
Number one,
we're looking for a murder weapon.
Anything you find,
anything at all, tag it and bag it.
Thanks, guys.
Wait a second.
#
When did you last see Cody?
Friday night, after the game.
Cody plays wide receiver
for his high school team.
They got blown out *λν¨νλ€
pretty good that night.
But...
It's a pretty good team this year.
It's nationally ranked.
When exactly
did you see him last on Friday?
When he went to bed.
We were, all three of us,
out early the next morning.
When we came back that afternoon,
Cody was gone.
He was, supposed to meet
his coach the next morning
for, some extra practice,
but he never showed up.
Brad.
And that Friday night,
what was his state of mind?
He was fine.
- Fine.
- He was a little upset with himself
about the game. He'd...
made some mental errors, you know?
Coach D. got on him pretty good. μ½μΉκ° μ¬νκ² λ무λμ£
Cody kind of
pushed back a little bit, I guess. μ½λκ° μ’ λλ€μκ³ μ
- They had a fight?
- You could say.
It's nothing serious
locker room stuff,
a little shouting.
Cody just wanted to do better.
- How did he die?
- There were indications
around the body
of some kind of black magic ritual.
Now did he have any
friends or acquaintances
who were involved in
that kind of thing?
Oh, my god.
It was her.
- Of course.
- Who's this?
Tamzin Dove.
She's into all
that black magic crap.
She's... claims to be a witch.
Says she has powers.
And did she have some sort
of resentment toward Cody?
About a...
a week ago, she...
She claimed that Cody stole her cat.
- Did he?
- No.
Of course not.
But she...
Put a spell on him in revenge.
A spell? What kind of spell?
I don't know,
but she actually called
- and said that she'd done it.
- That must have been worrisome. *κ±±μ μ€λ½κ² λ§λλ, κ±±μ μ€λ¬μ΄
At the time...
Cody thought it was kind of funny.
I mean, She's a... a geek, you know? *λΉκ²©μ κ΄΄μ§ (=nerd)
I think that's why we didn't
think about her right away.
Where can we find Tamzin Dove?
#
Things are getting weird already.
- We're off to see a witch. *κ΅¬μ΄ κ°λ€
- Be careful.
Yeah, yeah.
- You find anything useful there?
- Nothing.
No murder weapon,
not a lot of blood.
Looks like he was killed elsewhere.
M.E. estimates that *ηΎ (=medical examiner)
he died on Saturday morning.
The cause being
several blows
with a heavy, blunt object
like a crowbar or a pipe, maybe. *μ μ§λ λ
OK, I want you two to go
and talk to Cody's football coach.
He and the kid had
a fight on Friday night.
They were supposed
to meet up on Saturday morning.
Got it.
- We got the football beat.
- All right.
#
Look, a goat.
Goats are signs of Satan.
So petting zoos, are *μμ΄λ€μ΄ λλ¬Όμ λ§μ§ μ μλ λλ¬Όμ
like gateways to hell?
Very much.
Look, another bad sign.
Boo!
You shouldn't
joke around about this kind of stuff. *μ΅μ΄μ λΆλ¦¬λ€[λ¨λ€]
It doesn't look like anybody's home.
Not much security for
a servant of the devil.
I could pick that lock with
this in about five seconds.
We'll wait.
Don't look now
but we should grab one of
those kids and talk to 'em.
Damn.
Are they the same kids
from the Elkins shop?
Yes.
#
Let's see some hustle out there now! *(μ¬λμ κ±°μΉ κ²) λ λ°λ€[λ°μΉλ€]
It's a tragedy.
His whole life
ahead of him. Great kid, too.
Go, go, go, go!
Vinson, you manatee!
Move your lard butt downfield! *downfield λ―ΈμμΆκ΅¬ λ€μ΄νλ ((κ³΅κ²©μΈ‘μ΄ λ¬λ €κ°λ λ°©ν₯))λ‘[μ]
Great kid.
Good values, good habits.
You were supposed to meet
with him Saturday morning?
That's right.
Right here, 9:00 a. m., for some serious
fumble prevention reps. *fumble (λ―ΈμμΆκ΅¬μμ) νλΈ, 곡μ λμΉ¨
He never showed.
You and he
had serious words Friday night, right?
Yeah, Cody had a shameful game...
Zero T. D,
two fumbles and five blown routes...
A personal foul
that cost us 15 yards.
He let himself down
and let his team down.
That's been his MO lately. *μΌμ μ μ°¨[μμ
λ°©μ] (modus operandi)
That's why we were meeting
On Saturday morning,
to get him back on track. *~μ λ€μ κΆ€λμ μ¬λ €λλ€
"Shameful"...
That's kind of harsh, isn't it?
I run a reality-based program here.
If you want to hear malarkey, *λΉκ²©μ λͺ»λ§λ
ν¨ ννΌμ리, ννΌμμ
try the English department.
I can see you, Tillis!
I can see you.
What did Cody have to say in reply?
What I discussed with Cody
that it is nobody's business.
People have no freakin' idea. *μ¬λλ€μ μ ν λͺ°λΌμ
How it is between a coach and his team.
Oh, we have an idea.
I doubt it.
We looked
into your history, Mr. Dieter.
Five years ago,
you lost a high school coaching job.
In Oregon for inappropriate
Physical contact with students.
Wait a minute.
You make that sound like
I'm a sex molester or somethin'. *κ΄΄λ‘νλ μ¬λ, μΉν
I smacked *(μλ°λ₯μΌλ‘, νΉν λ²λ‘) λλ¦¬λ€ (→spank)
a couple of kids, because they needed
an attitude adjustment. Their
pantywaist parents made an issue of it. *μ΄λ¦°μ κ°μ
- That's okay then?
- It's football.
Actually, that's assault on a minor.
- There were no charges filed.
- But you had to resign.
No. No, I chose to resign.
With a promise
to take anger management class.
46 hours' worth. I did my time.
Bored the rage right out of me. λΆλ
Έλ₯Ό λ€ λͺ°μλμ΄μ
Ask all the questions you want.
I'm not trying to hide something.
Good. We need to search
the school gym and the locker rooms.
Do whatever you gotta do.
Frank!
Frank, you need to pull around him, *…μ λκ³ λ€λλ€, …μ κ±°μΉ κ² λ€λ£¨λ€
and you need to get upfield.
No, your strong side
tackle should do that. *ηΎ (μ λ°©μ μ€μ) μλΉμ
He's got the better first set. νλν¬λ μ μ§ν΄μΌμ£
And your tight end's
jumping his route. μλΉνμ μ μ리μμ λκΈ° μμΌμ
#
Quick hands, think fast.
- Hit me. I'm open. λμ Έ. λ λΉμμ΄
- No.
What kind of coach's kid are you?
Your daddy would be ashamed.
Fine. Go long. λ€λ‘ κ°
Oh, nice!
- Check this out.
- Interesting.
Let's get this to forensics.
#
OK boss.
Minelli says we can go in.
The warrant's on its way.
Let's do this.
Bet you can't do it in five... *λΉκ²©μ (…μ΄) νλ¦Όμλ€[λΆλͺ
νλ€](무μμ λν΄ κ±°μ νμ ν¨μ λνλ)
Never mind.
- What's wrong?
- I'll wait out here.
Why?
All right, I'll go in,
but you first.
Hello.
Hello.
Welcome.
You must be the CBI.
- Please sit down.
- Thank you.
Why didn't you Just let us in?
If I had, I wouldn't have
the upper hand now, would I? *[the ~] μ°μΈ, μ°μ
- So you were expecting us.
- Of course.
I heard what was
done to Cody Elkins.
They used a pentacle and a flame, * (=PENTAGRAM) λ³λͺ¨μ
Made it look like
Witchcraft... Wicca. *(νλ μ’
κ΅μ ννλ‘ νν΄μ§λ) λ§λ²[μ£Όμ ] μλ°°
Naturally, you'd come to me.
I'm the only witch in town.
Those details about that...
No, thank you... pentacles,
and the candles weren't made public.
- How did you know about them?
- Yes, please.
Friends.
So your friends
were involved in Cody's death?
No.
Are these friends
small with long hair?
The leader's name is Clyde?
- He has a sister with a pink bike?
- Yes, that's them.
So you're friends with
a lot of kids then.
Yes, kids...
They like mystery and darkness,
And I like kids.
What do their parents
have to say about that?
The kids that come here...
Come because
their parents don't give a hoot. *μ ν μκ΄νμ§ μλ€
But they had nothing to
do with Cody's death,
Nor the pentacle and the candles.
What were they doing
in the woods, then?
- Picking herbs for me.
- Herbs?
Fenugreek, Wild roses,
Nettles.
Please.
I make and sell Wicca healing
powders on the internet.
You should check out my web site.
Why didn't you tell the police
your friends found a body?
What for?
I knew the earth
and the rain and the animals...
Would take care of Cody...
You can't help him.
It's true.
We can't, but what we can do
is find and punish
the people who murdered him.
There's no need.
Cody deserved to die.
He was a bad person.
He stole and tortured
and killed my cat.
- I saw him take it.
- Why would he do that?
Fear, I guess.
That's just the way
it is with the Cowen.
They live in fear.
The Cowen?
Those who are not Wicca.
Those who unbelieve our powers.
What powers
are you talking about, exactly?
A witch is simply a high
priestess of the Wicca.
We worship the horned god
and the triple goddess.
We're healers mostly,
but we have the magic also,
When needed... spells and so forth.
- Did you put a spell on Cody Elkins?
- I did.
I put a killing spell on him.
I'd done the spell
several times before,
But this is the first
time it's worked.
What does the spelling involve?
What do you do, exactly?
#
Why am I here?
So you can explain
to us why forensics tells us
that your blood...
was found over a T-shirt
- ...we found in Cody's locker.
- I told you, we had an argument.
So now you're saying
you had an actual fistfight?
- You drew blood? *νΌλ₯Ό νλ¦¬κ² νλ€
- Yeah.
It was no big deal.
I chewed him out. *κ΅¬μ΄ …μ νΈλκ² κΎΈμ§λ€, μΌλ¨μΉλ€
He got mad.
He took a couple of swings at me.
- Laid out by a kid, huh? *~λ₯Ό (κΈ°μ νλλ‘) λλ €λνλ€
- It was a lucky punch.
So your own student beats you up, *~λ₯Ό λλ€κ²¨ ν¨λ€[λ§κ΅¬ μ°¨λ€]
and you don't tell anyone?
- It was no big deal.
- Or maybe you figured you're gonna
get even with him the next morning, *…μ μκ°μνλ€
so best keep it quiet, huh?
No. No. I was
too embarrassed.
People don't know the kid
is a freaking nut bag.
Makes me look bad either way, *(λ μ€) μ΄λ μͺ½μ΄λ
so I just pretended
it didn't happen.
He hit you first... his own coach?
- I told you... a nut bag.
- Well, that's not what we've heard.
Ask Daniel Brown.
He's a good friend of Cody's.
Last month Cody got mad,
over a card game or something.
Beat Danno unconscious.
Had to be dragged off of him.
I don't know why Danno
didn't press charges.
- Daniel Brown?
- Yeah.
#
Killing spells are secret.
But this is a public binding spell
that I can show you,
and it's similar.
- What is your name?
- What's it to you? 그건 μμ?
- Kimball Cho.
- Hey.
God and goddess, hear me.
By light of the one flame,
let this mortal soul,
Kimball Cho, be bound by my power.
So that he knows I speak truth,
let him behold the king of beasts *μκΈν¬ λλ λ¬Έμ체 (λ°λΌ)보λ€
and kneel before him.
Come on.
(speaking Latin)
That's it? That's your spell?
You're not gonna make him drink
a potion or anything like that? *λ¬Όμ½, λ¬μ½
Doesn't look like much, does it? λ³ κ² μλ κ² κ°μ£ ?
- But it's very powerful magic.
- Yeah, okay.
Unfortunately it seems
that one of your friends
helped your magic along
with a blunt instrument.
In which case,
you're as
unmagically guilty, as they are.
If a friend of mine had done this,
they wouldn't have pointed
the police right to me
with a pentacle and flame.
No,
Cody's murder was staged
to look like Wicca.
Any fool in this town would think of it.
It's obvious misdirection.
There's a witch in town. Duh.
A witch that put
a killing spell on the boy in question. *λ¬Έμ μ[λ
Όμκ° λκ³ μλ]
Exactly. It's perfect.
Thank you for your time.
Thank you.
Cho? Kimball Cho,
let's go.
#
Didn't want to bring her in? *~λ₯Ό μ°ννλ€
You don't think she did this,
do you?
She's deep in it somehow...
hiding something or someone.
I agree.
I'd bring her in, but on what charges?
She's a whack job. *λΉκ²©μ κ΅¬μ΄ λ―ΈμΉκ΄μ΄, μ μ λκ° μ¬λ (=wack job)
She enjoys the attention.
Quicker and more effective
to just ignore her.
And let her come to us.
That's very astute psychology. *μ½μλΉ λ₯Έ, μμ
ν (=shrewd)
I'm impressed.
Why'd you give her my name?
She said I was gonna kneel
before the lord of beasts.
What does that even mean?
What? Oh, come on.
You're not telling me you
believe she's an actual witch.
No, of course not.
But I mean, if dark forces did exist,
it stands to reason * λΉμ°νλ€, λ리μ λ§λ€, ν©λ¦¬μ μ΄λ€. (=be clear [obvious, logical, reasonable].)
there could be people
who control them for their own ends. *μμ λ€μ λͺ©μ μ μν΄ κ·Έλ€μ ν΅μ νλ μ¬λλ€μ΄ μμ μ μλ€λ κ²μ λΉμ°νλ€
*end λͺ©μ , λͺ©ν
- They're called investment bankers.
They don't live around here,
I assure you. Relax. *μ₯λ΄νλ€, νμΈ[νμ½]νλ€
No such thing as witches.
Yeah, that's easy for you to say.
Weird witch lady didn't
burn you in effigy *(μ΄λ€ μ¬λμ λͺ¨μ΅μ μΌλΆλ¬ 보기 ννκ² λ§λ ) λͺ¨ν[μΈν]
and bind you to her power.
#
"Kimball," she says,
"you shall kneel before
the lord of beasts."
- That's scary.
- Yeah.
If you're a 12-year-old girl
- at her first sleepaway camp.
- You had to be there.
Don't sweat it, man. *(μλλ°©μκ² νλ λ§λ‘) μ νμ°μ§ λ§
Met this girl in college.
She said she was a witch.
It's not a satanic cult.
They're just nerds in cloaks.
There he is.
Daniel brown?
We've got some
questions about Cody Elkins.
No!
Let me go!
Hands behind your back.
Come on, do it!
- The lord of beasts.
- Let me see your hands.
- Let me go!
- Come on!
The spell was real. Huh?
Let's go!
#
How about your fight
with Cody Elkins?
What fight?
There was no fight.
No? He beat you unconscious
is what we heard.
Put you in the hospital.
We have witnesses.
Who?
Nah, it wasn't that bad.
- Put you in the hospital?
- Yeah, for a couple of hours.
It was observation. μ κΉ μ§μΌλ³Έ μ λμ£
So why didn't you press charges?
It was a misunderstanding
between friends.
Nobody's fault.
Oh, I want to get in there.
Go in there.
Just... I'm just...
Or perhaps you figured you'd
take revenge more... Directly?
Nah.
How did the fight start, Daniel?
Over at Roy Tea's place playing cards,
drinkin'.
His mom's in rehab.
<i>So he's got the run of the place.</i> *~μ λ§μλλ‘ μ°κ² νλ€/μ°λ€
I did some trash-talkin'.
Cody got mad.
We fought. He won.
<i>- That's all.</i>
- I'm going in.
<i>Rigsby,</i>
you...
Do you mind if I...
- No, do your thing, man.
- Thanks.
Hi. I'm Patrick.
- You must be...
- Daniel.
- Daniel, can I keep your hands?
- Yeah.
Thanks.
Nothing strange.
I want you to breathe...
and look right here.
What did you say that angered Cody?
It was a card game.
A lot of trash-talking.
So I was tripping
on his family like, *κ·Έλμ λλ κ·Έμ κ°μ‘±μ μ§λ°κ³ μμμ΄μ
"Your mom's a ho. *μ°½λ
, 맀μΆλΆ
Dad's a punk bitch."
Keep it over here. κ³μ μ¬κΈ°λ₯Ό λ΄
Just relax and keep
it right up in here.
- I'm lookin' at you, man.
- Good.
Anyway,
Cody goes off. *(~μκ²) λ²λ νλ₯Ό λ΄λ€
Bam. Smashes a beer *λ°μ΄λ΄λ€, λ°μ΄λλ€
bottle over my head.
No warning.
I mean, I'm out cold, but... *κ΅¬μ΄ μμμ μκ³ , κΈ°μ νμ¬, κΉμ΄ μ λ€μ΄ μλ
But the guys tell me he tried
to seriously stomp me out. *stomp 쿡쿡거리며 κ±·λ€, λ°μ ꡬλ₯΄λ©° μΆ€μΆλ€
And if they hadn't grabbed him,
I could be dead.
How much did the Elkins
pay you for your silence?
Nothing.
Want to try that again?
$1,000.
#
You have to admit it's uncanny. *μ΄μν, λ¬ν (=weird)
The lord of beasts?
Coincidence.
- Please. What are the chances?
- Million to one.
- There you go.
- Life is a million to one.
The universe is one big coincidence.
Cosmically improbable coincidences... *cosmically μ°μ£Όμ μΌλ‘, μ‘°ν μκ² *improbable μ¬μ€[μμ κ²] κ°μ§ μμ (=unlikely), (↔probable)
They happen all the time.
- We just don't notice 'em.
- Or she's a witch.
Or she's a witch.
#
Is she in custody... the witch? κ·Έ λ§λ
λ₯Ό ꡬμνλμ?
- No, sir.
- Why not?
She did put a spell on your son,
like you said. You're right.
But that doesn't constitute *…μ ꡬμ±νλ€[μ΄λ£¨λ€] (=make up)
a criminal offense.
- That's protected free speech.
- So why are you here?
It seems Cody had some violence
issues that we need to speak about.
No.
He was a good boy.
We're not saying otherwise, ma'am.
But if he had problems
with his temper,
that might help explain
the context leading to his death.
Context? In a pig's ear. *λ―Έ·μμ΄ κ²°μ½ …μλ
You're trying to blame
Cody for his own death.
I have a question.
It's always bothered me.
Why do they call it football?
People don't really use
their feet much, do they?
Are you trying to be rude
or disrespectful or what?
Could I use your bathroom, please?
- Down the hall to your left.
- Thanks.
What's his problem?
Sorry about that.
Do you know a boy named Daniel Brown?
No.
Michael...
Fine.
I see where this is going.
Daniel and Cody had a fight.
#
There you are.
- Go away.
- I can't.
I wish I could.
It's my job to hound people *λ°λΌλ€λλ©° κ΄΄λ‘νλ€ (=harass)
until I get the truth.
Yeah, well, good luck with that.
Nice place.
Must be tough being Cody
Elkins' little brother.
No.
Well...
Sometimes.
Me? I'd hate it. λλΌλ©΄ μ«μμ κ±°μΌ
He gets all the attention,
the glory,
the girls flocking around for what? *flock (λ§μ μκ°) λͺ¨μ΄λ€, λΌ μ§μ΄ κ°λ€[μ€λ€]
For running and jumping
and catching a... a thing?
- Yeah, monkeys could do that.
- Yeah.
Monkeys could do it better.
Yeah, you know,
if monkeys played football,
they would kick some
serious jock butt. *ηΎ μ΄λμ λ§μ΄ νλ λ¨μ[λ¨μ μμ΄]
#
All right, I admit it.
I gave Daniel Brown money
to keep him quiet.
Cody has a...
had... a real shot *have a real shot at ~ν νλ₯ μ΄ λλ€, ~μ μ λ§ μ μμλ€
at a college career.
Would have been the first
Elkins to have that chance,
and we were so proud.
But you gotta understand.
A coach hears about
these kinds of run-ins and... *μΆ©λ
it would have ruined his
chances at one of the top schools.
Had these run-ins
ever happened before?
No.
No, our son had no
problem with violence.
It was an isolated incident.
Where's your friend?
I don't know.
#
How come Cody killed *μ΄μ§Έμ (…μΈκ°)?
Tamzin Dove's cat?
I... I don't know that he did that.
She saw him take it.
Well, look, she...
she saw what she saw, all right?
All right? I... I... I don't know.
If... if he did do it...
you know, k... kill the cat...
Do you think he deserved to die?
Do you?
I'm asking you.
- Hey.
- Hey.
You don't speak to my son
without my permission.
Well, that's a little weird
and controlling, but okay.
Do you mind if I speak to your son, Mr.
Elkins?
Yes, I do mind.
I asked.
See you around, Brad.
#
Oh, my god. Where's my food?
What is this?
That is healthy
and nutritious snacking.
I'm gonna die.
Seriously, I'm allergic to carrots.
Well, I'm tired of the car
reeking like fast food. * μ§λ
ν μ
μ·¨λ₯Ό νκΈ°λ€
It's like working
with a caterpillar...
I can't even be in
the same room as a carrot.
I go into anaphylactic sho... *μν κ³Όλ―Όμ¦[κ³Όλ―Όμ±]μ, μλνλ½μμ€μ
Funny.
That's enough.
Rigsby, come on.
It's Brad.
Look, look, look, look.
There he is.
He's leaving.
#
Why won't this damn thing log in?
- Lisbon.
- Hey, it's me.
Good, Van Pelt.
How do I get on to the...
<i>Wait.</i>
We just followed
the kid to the witch's house.
Is she with him?
He just went inside.
They hugged.
Brad Elkins is at Tamzin Dove's.
He hugged her and then went inside.
Interesting. They should
wait ten minutes, then go in.
Why wait?
Let the plot develop.
Let the fruit ripen.
- Let the yeast rise, etcetera. *κΈ°ν μ¬λ¬ κ°μ§[μ¬λ], κΈ°ν λ±λ±
- What if he means to do her harm?
Well, if he was gonna do that,
he'd have done it by now.
Wait ten minutes, then go in.
Okay, boss.
Well?
We wait ten minutes, then we go in.
And personally,
I don't care if we wait all night.
- Witchcraft creeps me out. *witchcraft λ§λ², λ§μ (νΉν μ¬μ
ν λͺ©μ μ κ²)
- It doesn't bother me. Nerds in cloaks.
There's more to it than that.
It's just a silly
alternative lifestyle, *(λ¬Όμ§λ¬Έλͺ
μ μΈ μ’
λμ μνμμμ ννΌνλ) λμ[μλ‘μ΄] μνμμ
- like "star trek" or yoga.
- I do yoga.
#
By blood, has he been sullied. *sully (κ°μΉλ₯Ό) νΌμνλ€[λ¨μ΄λ¨λ¦¬λ€]
By blood, let him be cleansed. *cleanse (νΌλΆ·μμ²λ₯Ό) μΈμ²νλ€
By blood, has he been sullied.
By blood, let him be cleansed.
By blood, has he been sullied.
By blood, let him be cleansed.
By blood, has he been sullied.
By blood, let him be cleansed.
(speaking Latin)
By blood, has he been sullied.
By blood, let him be cleansed.
By blood, has he been sullied.
By blood, let him be cleansed.
By blood, has he been sullied.
By blood, let him be cleansed.
- Hear that?
- What is that?
By blood, let him be cleansed.
Not yoga.
Police, freeze!
Everybody stay where you are!
Stay where you are!
Drop the knife.
Drop the knife.
Brad, we're CBI. You all right?
Come on. Let's go. Let's go back.
What? No! What...
What's wrong with you people, huh?
- Why can't you just leave me alone?
- Come on.
Stay calm, Brad.
Be patient with the ways of the Cowen.
Everybody just stay where you are.
#
"Tamzin Dove."
I like it.
These files say your real name
is Sarah Jones from New Jersey.
Your mother committed
suicide when you were 16.
You don't know who your father is.
You're a college dropout. *μ€ν΄μ
You have a history of
mild psychiatric problems,
and you served six months for
shoplifting a few years back.
Sarah Jones is dead.
I'm Tamzin Dove.
I am a priestess of Wicca.
You can't hurt me.
I don't want to hurt you.
I imagine there's
been enough of that. κ·Έκ° κ³ μ λ§μκ² μ£ *λλ κ·Έκ²μ΄ μΆ©λΆνλ€κ³ μκ°ν΄
I want to help you.
This is a murder investigation,
so one way or another, *μ΄λ»κ² ν΄μλ
you're looking at trouble.
The goddess will protect me.
Tamzin,
the goddess may
give you solace and hope * 격μ μμ, μλ‘; μμ[μλ‘](μ΄ λλ μ¬λ·κ²), (=comfort)
and meaning in your life,
but she can't protect you
from those police out there.
Brad's been
an apprentice of my coven * λ§λ
λ€μ μ§ν
since last autumn equinox. *μ£ΌμΌ νλΆμ(μΆλΆ λλ μΆλΆ)
- There's no crime in that.
- Kind of young to be a witch, isn't it? λ§λ
κ° λκΈ°μ μ΄λ¦¬μ§ μλμ?
We're all born witch.
We're all born into magic.
It's taken from us as we grow up.
Interesting, if true.
How did Brad's parents feel
about this new
direction in his life?
Brad's parents just...
really hate witches for some reason.
I mean,
like, more than most. λ³΄ν΅ μ¬λλ³΄λ€ λμ
About a month ago his
mom threatened to kill me
- if I ever spoke to him again.
- But you did.
Brad came to me of
his own free will.
He was drawn to Wicca.
I couldn't turn him away. *물리μΉλ€; μΈλ©΄νλ€, λλ³΄μ§ μλ€; κ±°λΆ[κ±°μ ]νλ€.
How does he feel about
the spell you put on his brother?
He's at peace with it.
That's why we were conducting
the cleansing ritual.
<i>Brad knows the difference
between the world of magic</i>
<i>and the real world.</i>
<i>He understands I didn't
kill his brother.</i>
Maybe because in the real world,
Brad did it.
What have you got?
Brad's been hospitalized
twice in the last year.
Both times the accident
report lists the cause
as "roughhousing with brother." *roughhouse ηΎ λΉκ²©μ λν¬λ₯Ό λ²μ΄λ€; μλλ½κ² λλ€, μΌλ¨λ²μμ λ¨λ€
Think maybe Brad had enough? λΈλλκ° νλ°ν κ±°λΌκ³ ?
Everybody has a limit.
I have to go.
#
Me?
No!
Why would I kill my own brother?
So he would stop hurting you.
Yeah, but he never hurt me. Ever!
He put you in the hospital twice.
Accidents. They...
they were accidents. So?
So he did hurt you. It was just...
It was accidentally. *μ°μ°ν, λ»νμ§ μκ²(by chance); μλͺ»νμ¬
Yeah. I... I mean no.
Yeah.
He hated that you were friends
with Tamzin, didn't he?
Yes.
But you never gave her up.
Why?
I feel safe there.
Sorry. Can I have a minute?
We'll be right back.
#
The parents are here.
You want me to hold 'em off? *~μ 물리μΉλ€
Yeah.
Wait. No.
Let Brad go with them
until we get some hard
evidence to bear down on them. *hard evidence ꡬ체μ μΈ μ¦κ±° *bear down (μ ν¬·ν λ‘ λ°μμμ)[μλλ°©]μ ν¨λ°°μν€λ€, μλνλ€
Yes, but let me talk to them first.
#
- Please have a seat.
- I don't see why you had to drag him
all the way down here. *μ¬κΈ°κΉμ§
- We're sorry for any inconvenience.
Strange that neither of you told us
about the connection
with Tamzin Dove.
We were... confused...
to be honest with you.
We don't understand
Brad's obsession with witchcraft.
We want to understand,
and we're trying,
But it's...
It's disturbing *좩격μ μΈ, λΆμκ°μ μ£Όλ
and, a little embarrassing,
to tell you the truth.
We're in this together, right?
We're gonna get help.
Nowadays there's, therapy
for these kinds of problems, right?
We'll get through this.
Have you charged that, woman?
- No.
- No?
I mean,
isn't it obvious that she did it...
Her, one of her weirdo friends?
- I mean...
- She's helping us with our inquiries.
She swears she's innocent,
so we're having her
put a spell of revelation
on the murder weapon.
A spell of revelation?
Witches have
the power of telekinesis.
She says that she has a spell
which will raise the weapon from
wherever it's being concealed
- and reveal itself to us.
- And you believe this evil crap?
Well, you never can tell.
We're gonna give it a whirl. *(μν μΌμ) ν΄λ³΄λ€, μλνλ€
That's insane.
Her last spell seemed
to work pretty well.
How could you be so cold?
Practice.
I apologize. Brad is free to go.
- Let's go.
- Come on, son.
See you, Brad.
#
Well, look after yourself,
and if I were you,
I'd stay very clear of *stay clear of (λ¬Έμ μ μμ§κ° λ ~μ) νΌνλ€[κ°κΉμ΄ νμ§ μλ€]
Brad Elkins for a while.
I'll do as the goddess tells me.
Whatever.
Listen, next time you speak to her,
could you,
put a good word in for me? *λ΄ μκΈ° μ’ μν΄μ€
I will.
Thanks.
I thought you were
gonna have her cast a spell *μμ μ κ±Έλ€
- to find the murder weapon.
- The spell's already cast.
- When did she cast it?
- She didn't. I did.
You can cast spells?
Cho,
there's no such thing as spells.
I know that.
He... eh... really is quite freaked out
about this witchcraft malarkey, *λΉκ²©μ λͺ»λ§λ
ν¨ ννΌμ리, ννΌμμ
isn't he?
Yeah.
We're gonna need to
work a double shift *(곡μ₯·νκ΅μ) 2κ΅λμ , 2λΆμ
on the stakeout tonight. * [λ―Έ·μμ΄] (κ²½μ°°μ) κ°μ, κ°μ μ₯μ, κ°μμΈ
Are you at least
gonna tell me what's going on?
Oh, come on. You're telling me
you don't know what's going on?
You don't know who did this and why?
No, but you're gonna tell me.
How about I show you?
#
Here we go.
Better call Cho.
You're not going anywhere.
Put it down.
This is god speaking.
You made me angry, Michael.
Very angry.
- And you're under arr...
- That's enough.
Arrest.
#
Amazing, isn't it?
The murder weapon revealed.
Tamzin's spells seem to work.
I guess she really is a witch.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
I'm sure forensics will confirm
your son's blood and tissue
on one side of the wrench
and your fingerprints on the other.
I have no knowledge of that.
Then why were you trying to hide it?
Talk to us, Michael.
Maybe there were circumstances.
- Maybe you had to defend yourself.
- I don't have to tell you anything.
What about your sons' trips
to the emergency room...
Their broken bones?
Just clumsy, I guess. μ¬νκ² λμ΄μ§ νμ΄μ£ *(μ¬λ·λλ¬Όμ λμμ΄) μ΄μ€ν, μ¬λ°λ₯΄μ§ λͺ»ν
Maybe a little dense at times. κ°λμ λ°λ³΄ κ°μ μ§μ ν΄μμ
*dense λ©μ²ν *at times κ°λμ
Good that they had you
to keep 'em in line, huh? μ격ν μλ²μ§κ° μμ΄ λ€νμ΄μ£ ?
*keep in line κ·μΉμ μ§ν€λ€[μ§ν€κ² νλ€], μ λ ¬ν΄ μλ€[νκ² νλ€]
Some people just don't
understand how lucky they are.
That's right.
I realized it was you when Brad said
he liked going to Tamzin's house
because he felt safe there.
Safe...
He feels safer at a witch's house
than they do at home.
You've been abusing
and beating your wife and sons
- for years, haven't you?
- No.
My guess?
You were smackin'
Brad around a little too much.
Cody wanted to protect his brother.
- Was that it?
- No.
"No", he says.
Your wife and son
are down the hallway,
and they say no, too.
They know we caught him
throwing away the murder weapon,
And they still don't
believe he killed Cody.
Imagine how much they love this man
to be in such denial.
Cody confronted you, didn't he?
He wouldn't put up with
your crap anymore...
You son of a bitch!
Come on!
But you wouldn't hear of it. λΉμ μ μκ³ νμ΄μ
He hit me.
I was defending myself.
Good-bye, Michael.
#
Morning.
- What are you doing?
- Just a little favor for Cho. μ‘°μκ² μ€ μ λ¬Ό μ΄μμ
Tamzin Dove told
me to give you this.
She said to keep it
in the safe place.
μΆμ² :
μμ www.coupangplay.com