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# Calistoga Canyon Resort & Spa
We've got Claire Wolcott...
female, Caucasian, 32 years old.
She was found shot to death in her room.
Her husband's got friends
at the Governor's office,
so he called in some favors. ํน๋ณํ ๋ถํํ์ด
He wants the investigation to
be kept discreet and low-key. *discreet ์ ์คํ, ์กฐ์ฌ์ค๋ฌ์ด *low-key (๋ง์ ์ด๋ชฉ์ ๋์ง ์๋๋ก) ์ต์ ๋[์ ์ ํ๋]
His wife gets murdered and
his priority is discretion? *์ ์คํจ (→indiscretion)
Oh. Okay.
Yep, Mrs. Wolcott was
cheating on Mr. Wolcott...
Which makes Mr. Wolcott
suspect number one.
Number two. Number one would
be Mrs. Wolcott's mystery lover.
The room was registered
in Claire Wolcott's
name, so no help there.
At 2:24 a.m., hotel staff and
guests heard three gunshots,
but they didn't know where
they were coming from.
15, 20 minutes later, they
come here and call 911.
Whoa. Found a shell.
- Looks like a 9-millimeter.
- And another.
Mark 'em for forensics.
- So the lover didn't do it.
- Because?
The, uh, shell casing things
indicate the shooter
was across the room here.
He or she stepped in from outside
and started blasting away. *(์ด์ด) ๋ถ์ ๋ฟ๋ค, (์ด์) ์์ ๋๋ค
If the lover had done it, he'd
have been closer to the victim,
and he wouldn't have had
to shoot as many times.
And look. Circular,
which means a vertical drip
from someone standing
right here, bleeding. Right?
Not spatter from the victim. * (์ก์ฒด ๋ฑ์ด) ํ๋[๋จ์ด์ง๋] ๊ฒ[๋ฐฉ์ธ๋ค], ํ๋๋ ๋จ์ด์ง๋ ์๋ฆฌ
You're a forensics expert now?
So Claire and mystery lover are asleep.
Someone comes in through the open door,
shoots them, leaves. Poor
lover is woken by a bullet,
Claire dead next to
him. "Aah!" Freaks out.
But nobody comes right away.
Mystery lover, who is
only slightly wounded,
gets to thinking maybe the
best thing to do is just...
slip away, out here.
You two finish up here.
Yes, boss.
Here.
There you go.
Clean one. ์ ๋ช
ํด์
Anything else?
No.
"Doc lady."
#
The silver caddy arrived
last night at 2:31.
Ah. That's about seven
and a half minutes
- after the shooting took place.
- Name and room number?
Open it.
Psst.
- Hey. Wake up.
- Oh, my god. Who are you?
It's all right, ma'am. We're CBI.
- We need to talk to you, sir.
- What's this about?
- Take a wild guess. *์ด๋ฆผ์ง์์ ํ๋ค, ๋์ถฉ ์ง์ํ๋ค
- Put your hands in the air.
Okay. I'm, uh, I'm
not under arrest, am I?
'Cause I've done nothing wrong.
Pants on. We'll talk after.
#
This is Kevin Haightly, resort manager.
Hi.
Um, I know we can't
expect to get the room back,
but when might the walkway
be open for use, do you think?
That depends on when forensics
is done. We'll let you know.
Okay. Thanks.
It was a cold night, so we
lit a fire and made love.
We went to sleep afterwards,
and suddenly there was,
like, a sharp pain and bang! I wake up,
and there's blood everywhere
and I'm shot in the arm
and Claire's dead. You know, I freaked.
- You didn't see who did it?
- No.
Why'd you leave?
Claire was dead. I couldn't help her,
and I couldn't help you guys.
I didn't see anything, so...
You know, what could I contribute?
She's a married woman.
Yeah, we know that.
And Jill Rubenstein...
- what's your connection with her?
- The doctor lady?
I met her in the parking
lot and asked her for help.
A complete stranger
takes you to her room,
treats your wound and then has
sexual intercourse with you?
What can I say? The hippocratic
oath is a beautiful thing.
How well did you know Claire Wolcott?
Uh, I don't really know her that well.
I met her just a few weeks ago.
She was at a bar, and I picked her up.
- Since then, I've seen her occasionally for sex.
- Is that what happened last night?
Yeah. I called and asked
her to meet me for a drink.
We came here.
- Did anybody else know you were here?
- Nobody. Just me and Claire.
And how long had you been in the room?
Um, a few hours.
I'd agreed to, uh, you
know, stay the night.
I was fond of Claire,
and it's a long drive home, so I stayed.
- I don't normally do that.
- No? What... what's your normal procedure?
After lovemaking? Depends
on the type of woman.
- So you've got it down to a science. ์์ฃผ ๋๊ฐ ํ
๊ตฐ์ *have.. down to a science ... ์ ๋ํ ์ง์[๊ธฐ๋ฅ]์ด ์๋ฒฝํ๋ค
- I'm good at what I do.
Okay, Mr. Fricke, and
what is it that you do?
I'm a pickup artist.
Mm.
A, uh, woman whisperer, if you will.
A pickup artist...
that's your profession?
You sound like my mom.
Um, it's more of a total
lifestyle kind of thing.
You know? I-I practice my art,
of course. That's my passion.
But I teach and I blog also,
um, conduct seminars,
workshops, that sort of thing.
- Is that good money? ์์
์ด ๋ผ์?
- Not bad.
- And do you take money from the women you pick up?
- Sometimes, when I need to.
Did you take money from Claire Wolcott?
No. No. Like I say,
I was fond of Claire.
Um, I planned to see her again.
You really only want to
monetize as an exit strategy. * earn revenue from (an asset, business, etc.)
Paul, is your mother still alive?
I know where you're going
with this, Dr. Freud,
And, uh, you're wrong.
My mom's dead, as it goes,
but, uh, I loved her
dearly, and she loved me. *๋๋จํ, ๋ชน์
Who said anything about your mother?
- You just did.
- No, I didn't.
- Yes, you did.
- Didn't.
- What are you talking about?
- I'm just kidding. Just playing with you, Paul.
Just kidding, mucking around. *(ํนํ ํ ์ผ์ ๋๊ณ ) ๋
ธ๋ฅ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ค
Yeah. Are we done here?
Do you know who killed Claire?
No.
Interesting.
He's either a habitual
liar telling the truth
or he's an honest man lying.
Do you keep a list of your pickups?
Yeah, of course. I, uh, I have 'em here.
Names, numbers and a
1 to 10 grading system.
Nice. Something to show your grandkids.
We're gonna need you to forward
a copy of that list to us.
Oh. Yeah, sure.
What, you think maybe this
was a jealous ex-lover?
Could be.
Wow.
#
I say we bring him in *~๋ฅผ ์ฐํํ๋ค
anyway, for creepiness.
Which should be a criminal
offense, but isn't.
He could have shot her, then
shot himself to cover it up.
He simply could have
shot her and left.
He didn't have
the gun on him,
local PD has searched every inch of
this place and found nothing. He's clean.
Maybe someone's trying
to kill him, not her.
Not likely. The room was registered
in Claire Wolcott's name.
Nobody else knew he was there.
What was she thinking?
She was so beautiful,
and he's so... creepy.
Yeah, that Dr. Rubenstein was
hot, too. How does he do it?
All you need is a basic understanding
of the evolutionary psychology of women,
rigorously and fearlessly applied. *์๊ฒฉํ, ์๋ฐํ.
You gotta know what buttons to press.
- Like we're toasters?
- Like men don't have buttons, too?
Men are like toasters.
Women... a little more
like, uh, accordions.
I thought that was a compliment.
#
Mr. Wolcott?
Thank you for coming. I'm
so sorry for your loss.
The effects you requested... *pl. ๊ฒฉ์ (effects) ์์งํ
photos, video of Claire.
We'll return this to
you as soon as possible.
I was just upstairs
speaking with my friend
the Attorney General,
and I told him that I will not rest
until the man who did
this is brought to justice.
I will not rest.
I know I can expect the same
from you and your people.
I assure you
this unit does the best we can
with every case we run. Cho?
If it's convenient,
Agent Cho would like to
ask you a few questions.
Hi.
When did you speak to your wife last?
I was in San Francisco
on a business dinner.
I called Claire around midday,
Told her I'll probably be
staying in town that night.
- Did you? Stay the night in town?
- I did.
Did she say where she was
going or who she was meeting?
- No, but I didn't ask.
- So you didn't know she was at the spa?
I wouldn't expect to know.
She often went up
there on a whim. *์ฆํฅ์ ์ผ๋ก, ์ถฉ๋์ ์ผ๋ก
Can you think of anyone who
held a grudge against her? *์ํ, ์ ๊ฐ
No. No, she was, um... harmless.
- Any friends or family that might be in any trouble?
- She's from back east. *(์๋ถ์์ ๋ณด์) ๋๋ถ๋ก[์]
She doesn't have any
family or friends out here.
She shopped and she played
tennis and she went to the spas.
No one would have any motives...
Yes?
I recall she fired an
assistant last month.
Caught her stealing jewelry.
- I believe she was pressing charges.
- Name?
Natalie... Something. My
people will have her details.
Are you aware that on
the night of her murder,
Your wife was meeting a lover?
Yes.
The local authorities told
me they suspected as much.
Did you know she had a lover?
Prior to her death, I mean?
- No. Do you have a name? is he a suspect?
- We have a name. He is not the suspect.
- Who is he?
- I'm not at liberty to say.
- I want his name.
- You can't have it.
Are you sure, Agent Cho?
Because I can make one phone call,
- And your career is toast. ๋น์ ์ ๋ชจ๊ฐ์ง์ผ ํ
๋ฐ์
- That's impressive.
The best I can get with
one call is a pizza.
Now this business dinner
you were at in San Francisco,
What's the timing on that,
and who else was there?
My people can give you
times, names and numbers.
We're done here.
Thanks for your cooperation.
#
Wolcott's wife was so pretty.
What do you see?
Nice shoes, loneliness.
Where we going?
Natalie Edreau?
Yes?
- We're with the CBI. Can we come in?
- Look, I already told the cops
- I didn't steal anything from that bitch.
- By "bitch," are you referring Claire Wolcott?
- Yeah. So?
- Uh...
She was murdered last night.
#
How long did you work
for Claire Wolcott?
About a year... Till she turned psycho. ๊ทธ ์ฌ์๊ฐ ์ฌ์ด์ฝ๊ฐ ๋๊ธฐ ์ ๊น์ง์
She claimed that you
stole jewelry from her.
Yeah. She was wrong. I
didn't steal anything.
Claire pressed charges against you.
- How'd that make you feel?
- Excuse me, are you trying to say that I killed her?
- Do you own a gun, Natalie?
- Oh, my god. This is really stupid.
Um, no, I don't own a gun.
And, no, I didn't kill Claire.
Where were you last night?
I was hanging out with my
roommate till about 9:00 or so.
And, uh, then I went out for dinner.
What'd you have? For dinner?
What does that have to do with anything?
The chopped salad at Pastucci's.
Ah. Yes.
There's something on
this side of the room...
you don't want us to find.
What is that?
Nothing. There's nothing.
Look me in the eye and say that.
Whatever. Search all you want.
Meh. Too much stuff.
You're not very tidy.
Good in bed I expect, yeah?
Messy women make good lovers.
- Can I hold your hand?
- I...
Shush.
Hmm...
Camera.
- Okay, those are personal, so...
- ooh.
- Uh-huh.
- Is it...
Claire Wolcott and her
lover Paul Fricke...
Time-stamped two hours
before the murder.
#
These are the photos we pulled
from your digital camera.
A couple hours after these were
taken, Claire Wolcott was dead.
That doesn't prove anything.
Opportunity and motive. You
were close by when she died.
And the theft charge she
laid on you dies with her.
That was a garbage charge.
- I wasn't worried about that.
- No?
No.
You didn't steal jewelry from her?
Please. She dressed
like a Mormon call girl.
- I wouldn't want her jewelry if you paid me.
- I didn't ask if you want her jewelry.
- I asked if you stole it.
- No, I didn't.
Why were you photographing her?
Now think this through, Natalie. *think sth through (๋ฌธ์ ·๊ฐ๋ฅํ ํ๋ ๋ฐฉ์นจ ๋ฑ์ ๋ํด) ์ถฉ๋ถํ ์๊ฐํ๋ค
We're investigating murder.
If you have an explanation for these
that doesn't involve killing her,
you should tell us, get
yourself off the hook. *get sbd off the hook ๊ณค๊ฒฝ[์ฒ๋ฒ]์ ๋ฉดํ๋ค[๋ฉดํ๊ฒ ํ๋ค]
I thought if I threatened to tell
her husband about the affair,
then she would drop the theft charges.
That's what the pictures are for.
How did you know she
was having affair?
It was obvious. She kept sending
me out to buy men's gifts.
You know, like, watches and ties.
I knew it wasn't for her
husband. I'm not an idiot.
What did Claire say when
you confronted her about it?
I didn't confront
her about it.
She left with that flugly *An ugly fluffer.
guy before I got the chance.
- Probably wouldn't have worked anyway.
- Why not?
Because Keith Wolcott is,
like, super controlling,
Especially about money.
He probably knew all along *๊ทธ๋์ ๋ด๋ด, ์ญ์ฑ ์ด์ด์ ธ
his wife was sleeping around.
#
- What's the verdict?
- I'm not liking her for this.
But we should talk to the roommate,
Make sure her alibi stands up.
The husband, on the other hand...
- He is the type to know about his wife's affairs.
- His business dinner at San Francisco
- couldn't have made it back to Calistoga to kill her.
- He's also the type
- that'll hire other people to do his dirty work.
- Yes. He is.
- And they don't take credit cards.
- I'll look into his finances.
- Boring.
- Okay, Mr. Entertainment. What do you want to do?
I wanna go back to the crime scene.
That hotel room... there is
something that just isn't right.
Hey.
You're up. ๋ฐ๋ผ๊ฐ์ผ์ง
Great.
#
Something's not quite right.
Don't take too long. I'm hungry.
Let's go eat.
Good to see you again.
So... is there any news?
The owner keeps asking me
when we'll be able to reopen the villa.
- No news.
- We're here for lunch.
Oh. Absolutely. Um...
One moment.
Oh, look who's here.
Ah, just the man.
I have a question I need to ask him.
Right this way.
- Oh. Thank you.
- Thank you.
Katie?
Table four needs fresh drinks, okay?
Yes, sir.
Hey!
My old friends from the
CBI. Come, have a seat.
Surprised to see you back here so soon.
It's my number one hunting ground,
Loaded with my kind of women...
Beautiful, rich, married and unhappy.
So you specialize?
Sure. Yeah.
Some guys will tell ya hot,
young singles are the real test.
But I'm not in this to win
a points contest, you know?
Plus, I like the gratitude
you get from the older ladies.
A woman died... a woman
that you were close to.
- Doesn't that give you pause? *์ง์งํ๊ฒ ์๊ฐํ๋ค[(~๋ฅผ) ์ง์งํ๊ฒ ์๊ฐํ๊ฒ ํ๋ค], ์ฃผ์ ํ๋ค[(~๋ฅผ) ์ฃผ์ ํ๊ฒ ๋ง๋ค๋ค]
- Sure it does. Yeah, I have feelings.
But having this gunshot wound?
- Genius opener.
- An opener?
You know, a prop or a line you
use to start a conversation.
You can't just go up and
say, "Hey, what's your name?"
No?
Duh.
So how do you do it exactly?
You know, pick up women.
- Need some help, huh?
- No.
Big handsome dude like you?
I got a few basic techniques...
...that will turn you
into a freakin' sex machine.
A machine.
Well, I'm not looking
to be a machine so much.
I'm more of a steady
relationship kind of guy.
When you're scoring with a
different super fox every night,
what do you want a relationship for?
Do you ever fall in love...
...with any of these different
super foxes you score with?
No. Never.
Love is for guys who can't get laid.
Oh.
So, uh, what's your basic technique?
Oh, there's a thousand
ways to seduce a woman.
All kinds of workable systems.
But they all boil down to three words... *…์ผ๋ก ์์ฝํ๋ค.
..."contempt", "control", "excitement". *๊ฒฝ๋ฉธ, ๋ฉธ์
Contempt, control, e... excitement?
Women want men that
don't need or want them.
They want to be told what to do,
...and they want
edge, adventure, drama. *ํต๋ ฌํจ, ๊ฐ๋ ฌํจ
Whatever you wanna call it.
Present that package to
them, and they will bite.
Guaranteed.
Ouch.
And then when you have
one under your spell,
...then you get up and leave.
L... leave? But...
No, no, no, no. You leave. Trust me.
Next time she sees you,
she'll tear your clothes off.
Guaranteed.
- What's going on with you two?
- Excuse me?
You and Katie here. You
got something going on?
- No.
- No.
Just askin'.
I used to let her sleep with
me once in a while. That's all.
No, you had feelings for her.
Years ago, maybe a little. Sure.
- You know, before I got my mojo working. * (์ฌ๋์ ์ฑ๊ฒฉ์์) ๋งค๋ ฅ
- Hmm.
Thanks for talking to us, Paul.
Oh, you had one more question...
- ...you wanted to ask.
- Ah, yes, that's right. Thank you. I forgot.
Uh, the night that you
were sleeping with Claire,
...was the patio door open or closed? *ํํฐ์ค ๋ฌธ(์ ์·๋ฐ์ฝ๋๋ก ํตํ๋ ๋ฏธ๋ซ์ด๋ก ๋ ํฐ ์ ๋ฆฌ๋ฌธ)
Uh... Closed, I think.
Thank you.
OK, now I'm really hungry.
- Drive-thru.
- Done.
You think Fricke's right?
Was the door closed? Yes.
It was a cold night. They lit a fire.
Why would they leave the door open?
No, I mean, is he right
about how to deal with women?
100% wrong.
Unless, of course, you wanna
have a lot of casual sex...
...with total strangers.
Then he's right.
#
When did you first meet Paul Fricke?
At a wine tasting event
a friend was throwing.
- And how long were you and he romantically involved?
- Um...
Three, maybe four hours.
So you didn't know Paul Fricke...
- ...prior to agreeing to spend the night with him?
- No.
And you haven't spoken to him since?
What attracted you to
him in the first place?
Four times?
What exactly attracted you to
Paul Fricke in the first place?
I don't know. I guess there
was just something about him.
And were you at all hurt or angry...
...when the relationship ended?
Mm... no. I was disappointed
more than anything.
We had a wonderful time together.
Thank you for your time.
Oh, you'll, um, you'll tell
him "hello" for me, won't you? ์๋ถ ์ข ์ ํด์ค์
Yes.
Hey, how's it going?
Any potential suspects?
Nope. I'm bringing in the rest tomorrow.
There's more?
This is just "A" through
"M". How's it going with you?
No unusual transactions for Mr. Wolcott.
But three days before she was killed,
...Claire Wolcott made
a $200,000 withdrawal...
...in the form of a cashier's check, *(์ํ์ด ์๊ธฐ ์ํ ์์ผ๋ก ๋ฐํํ๋) ์๊ธฐ์ ์ํ
...made out to none
other than Paul Fricke. *none other than ๋ค๋ฆ ์๋ ๋ฐ๋ก …์ธ
Here's the best part...
according to the bank,
Keith Wolcott set up the
account, so he'd be notified...
...whenever a large
transaction took place.
Meaning that Wolcott had to
have known about the 200 grand. *์ฒ๋ฌ๋ฌ
Exactly.
- Nice work.
- Thanks.
Uh... Brandy?
Come on.
#
"Darn it, woman!" said the redneck.
"Ain't you never seen a goat before?"
- He's handling his grief well.
- Mm.
Excuse me, Mr. Wolcott?
Now's not a good time.
I'm sorry to intrude.
We need to ask you some follow-up questions
regarding your previous statement.
I'll be happy to speak with you
tomorrow morning in my office.
- Oh, this won't take long.
- I told you... tomorrow morning, my office.
Very good.
Mr. Wolcott, it's
about your wife's lover.
We, uh, know about the
$200,000 she gave him,
And we know that you know about it.
How dare you.
How dare I? Did I do something daring? *daring ๋๋ดํ, ์ํํ
Am I supposed to be afraid of you?
You're supposed to be respectful.
Respectful? You
contemptible little buffoon. *contemptible ๊ฒฉ์ ๊ฒฝ๋ฉธ์ ๋ฐ์ ๋งํ (=despicable) *buffoon ์ด๋ฆฟ๊ด๋
Your wife just died,
...and you're swanning *๋น๊ฒฉ์ ๋ชป๋ง๋
ํจ (๋จ์ ๋ถ๋ฌ์์ ์ด ์ ๋๋ก ์ ์ ์์ ) ๋๋ฌ ๋ค๋๋ค
around in a monkey suit... *[๊ตฌ์ด] ์ ๋ณต, = TUXEDO
...drinking punch and laughing
with your idiot friends...
And you want respect?
There's your respect.
#
What?
You know damn well what.
You assaulted a man.
- Oh, I just tweaked him on the nose. * (๊ฐ์๊ธฐ) ์ก์๋น๊ธฐ๋ค, ๋นํ๋ค
- Technically, that's assault.
Technically, he's an
ass. He deserved it.
Yes, he is, but this
is not a school yard.
You simply cannot do stuff like that.
I did. I did it.
And the seas didn't boil
and the sky didn't fall.
They will shortly.
Wolcott is on his way down here
with a $1,000-an-hour lawyer.
If you give him a formal apology,
...he says he's willing
to drop the whole matter.
Hmm, let me think... No.
Would you please be reasonable for once?
- I'm busy.
- Right.
I am. I'm just thinking that, uh...
He's gonna drop the
whole matter in any case.
- Oh, really?
- I guarantee it.
He's a shallow narcissist.
It's all about image.
And this whole business makes
him seem small and silly.
Ooh!
#
Contempt, control, excitement.
What?
Nothing.
This place is so nice.
$800 a night, minimum.
Can you believe that?
Huh.
Hello? What, you're
not talking to me now?
You barely said a word the whole time.
I'll talk to you when you have
something interesting to say.
Fine. Be a jerk.
I'd go in. But I'd have
to keep my injury dry.
Gunshot wound.
- Oh.
- Don't worry. Uh, you're not in any danger.
I'm a lover, not a fighter.
Oh, not you guys again.
The old magic not working
so good today, huh?
Just like baseball.
Most of the time, even in major leagues,
You, uh, swing and you
miss. Gotta keep on swinging.
I hit on ten women a day.
I'm going to have sexual intercourse...
- ...with at least one of them.
- That is gross.
She's intrigued by me, this one. *๊ฐํ ํฅ๋ฏธ[ํธ๊ธฐ์ฌ]๋ฅผ ๋ถ๋ฌ์ผ์ผํค๋ค
She's just too proud to admit it.
Yeah, get your shoes on, Romeo.
Hey.
Focus on the shoes.
#
You know, I didn't notice before.
You're not bad lookin'.
Shoulders are a bit too wide,
but, uh, otherwise, pretty nice.
You're kidding, right?
You're trying to hit on me? *(์ฑ์ ์ผ๋ก ๋๋ฆฌ๋ ์ฌ๋์๊ฒ) ์์์ ๊ฑธ๋ค
What man in his right mind
wouldn't want to hit on you?
Okay, leave her alone.
Get in the car.
#
I'm sorry.
My colleague, Agent Jane,
refuses to apologize.
He says he's happy to see you in court.
And you refuse to talk to us,
so I can't rule you out as a suspect.
- I'm afraid this is gonna make a bit of a mess.
- Keith, I suggest...
No, no. I have nothing to hide.
What do you wanna know?
What do you know about your
wife's affair with Paul Fricke?
I knew Claire was having an affair
with this Fricke person,
and I knew about the money
- she was gonna give him.
- Then why did you deny it?
It's not the sort of thing
one likes to admit, now, is it?
And I knew it would make me a suspect,
- and that would be tedious.
- Did you confront her about Fricke?
No. I stopped the check
immediately, of course.
And that was the end of
it? You weren't angry?
Not at all. I was happy.
I wanted to divorce her for ages.
Why?
She'd become irritating.
The cost of divorce always deterred me, *deter ๋จ๋
์ํค๋ค, ๊ทธ๋ง๋๊ฒ ํ๋ค (→deterrent)
but her infidelity with Fricke
cut the payout she'd receive in half. *payout (๋ง์ ์ก์์) ์ง๋ถ๊ธ
Now if Claire had lived, come Monday, ๋ค์์ฃผ ์์์ผ์
She'd be in for a nasty surprise. ๋คํต์๋ฅผ ๋ง์์ ๊ฒ๋๋ค
I was all set to serve
her with divorce papers.
Even cuckolded, she *cuckold ์๊ธํฌ ๋ชป๋ง๋
ํจ ๋ฐ๋๋ ์๋ด๋ฅผ ๋ ๋จ์, ์ค์์ด ์ง ๋จ์
stood to get a big sum. ๋ฐ๋์ ํผ์ ์ด๋ ์์๋ฃ๋ ํฌ๊ฒ ๊ตฐ์
Rich man like yourself...
her death saved you a
lot of money, didn't it?
Yes, it did.
But money isn't everything, is it?
I'm sorry she's dead... truly sorry.
But every cloud... as they say. *Every cloud has a silver lining ์๋ด ๋ชจ๋ ๊ตฌ๋ฆ์ ๋คํธ์ ์๋น์ผ๋ก ๋น๋๋ค.(๊ดด๋ก์ ๋ค์๋ ๊ธฐ์จ์ด ์๋ค.)
Well, I believe we're done here.
Seems so.
You'll be hearing from the
attorney general shortly
regarding Mr. Jane's conduct.
Oh, I doubt it.
Really?
When you've thought about it,
you'll see that this business
makes you seem small and silly,
and you'll drop the whole matter.
#
You misled us, Paul.
You were going to
take money from Claire.
But I didn't, did I?
A business associate of mine
is opening up a new club here in town.
He, uh, offered me a
role as partial owner
if I could come up with a *(ํด๋ต·๋ ๋ฑ์) ์ฐพ์๋ด๋ค[๋ด๋๋ค]
share of the building costs.
- Claire was generous enough to offer me a loan.
- And?
I went to deposit it
just a couple days ago
- and was told that the check had been stopped.
- That must have been disappointing.
- What did Claire say?
- She said it must be a mistake,
- and she'd take care of it Monday.
- Did you believe her?
Doesn't really matter.
- You know what the best part about being me is?
- No, I don't.
There are literally dozens
of rich, needy women out there *์์ ๊ฐ์ด ์๋, ์ ์ ์ ๊ตถ์ฃผ๋ฆฐ
that, uh, I could go
to for financial help.
I didn't need Claire's money.
Hey.
Uh, what's the story *~์ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ๋์์ง?, ~๋ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ๋ ๊ฒ์ธ๊ฐ์?
with Katie the waitress?
I'm in the middle of something.
Oh. I'm sorry. I was just thinking.
I had a thought. Bear with me? *~์ ์ฐธ์์ฑ ์๊ฒ ๋ํด ์ฃผ๋ค[์ฐธ์ ์ฃผ๋ค]
So Katie... tell me.
Nothing to tell.
Used to be if I, uh, didn't
score for whatever reason,
I'd, uh, call her off the bench.
Can't sleep alone, huh?
Some people use cocoa and a good book.
I use beautiful women.
She must have been crazy about you
to put up with a deal like that, huh?
I guess so.
Difficult for her now
to watch you pick up
a different beautiful woman every night.
- That's not how it is with me and Katie.
- Well, sure, it is.
She loves you. That much is clear.
Maybe that's what this is all about.
Your behavior got too much for her.
Katie has absolutely
nothing to do with this.
How can you be so sure?
I know Katie. She's a good person.
She would never hurt anyone.
Okay, great.
Thanks. You can go.
- No.
- Ah, sorry. I'm sorry.
When agent Cho says you can go,
you can go. Not a moment sooner.
Just give me one second.
Hey, you can't dismiss *(์ฌ๋์) ๋ณด๋ด๋ค[๋ฌผ๋ฌ๊ฐ๊ฒ ํ๋ค/ํด์ฐ์ํค๋ค]
my subjects like that.
Oh, I know, and I took it back. ๊ทธ๋์ ์ทจ์ํ์์์
Besides, we need him back
out there in the saddle. *back in the saddle ๋ค์ ์ผํ๋
You will agree with me 100%
when I explain my theory,
my little plan.
Do you have any good clothes?
I'm wearing them.
Uh, do you have anything
with a little more, uh...
zing? ์ ๋น ์ง ๊ฑฐ์ * informal a quality that makes something exciting, interesting, etc.
No.
Okay.
Well...
I'm gonna have to take you shopping,
Just you and me.
I'll wait for you.
Right here.
#
I'm in position.
- Okay, look around for a likely target.
- Will do. Hey...
Bourbon on the rocks. Make it a double. *Bourbon ๋ฒ๋ฒ์์คํค(์ฅ์์์ ํธ๋ฐ๋ก ๋ง๋๋ ๋ฏธ๊ตญ์ฐ ์์คํค)
*on the rocks ์ผ์์ ๋ฃ์
- Those two will do, I guess.
- Good.
Okay, now listen up.
Relax. I'm gonna talk
you right through this.
Keep it smooth. You have
to be calm and confident.
Yeah, you told me that already.
I have the general idea.
Hello, ladies, I'll be right with you.
Start a tab for me, would *(๋ณดํต ๋ฐ์์) ๋์ค์ ํ๊บผ๋ฒ์ ๊ณ์ฐํ๋ค
you? Room 206. That's for you.
Hi. My name's Kimball. What
are your names? You first.
- Darby...
- Darby.
- Sarabeth.
- Hey, Sarabeth. Tell me about yourselves.
Um...
What do you wanna know?
Well, it's not exactly textbook,
but he's figuring it out. ๋๋ฆ๋๋ก ์ํ๋ค์
That worked?
"Hello, ladies"?
- He's kicking it old-school. ์๋ ๋ฐฉ์์ด์ฃ
- There's Fricke.
- Where?
- Let me see.
Cho, look, with the two blondes.
I don't believe this guy.
I give up. I do not understand women.
Never have, never will. ์ด์ ์๋ ์ดํ์๋
Seems like the dumber you treat them,
the better they like it. ๋ง ๋ํ ์๋ก ์ข์ํ๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์์
- They're Drunk Women.
- You can't generalize all women in general.
- This is your fault.
No, it's not. I'm just sitting here.
Katie? You've worked a double today.
Why don't you clock out and *(ํ์ ๋ฆฌ์ฝ๋๋ก) ํด๊ทผ ์๊ฐ์ ๊ธฐ๋กํ๋ค, ์ผ์ ๋ง์น๋ค
have a drink on the house?
Thanks, Mr. H.
That'd be good.
Sure.
Here we go.
This is where we bring it.
- Time for phase two.
- Roger that. Phase two coming up.
What's phase two?
Let's go, Sarabeth.
What did he say?
- What did he say? I didn't hear.
Uh, he said, uh...
You don't wanna know.
Oh, well.
Struck out, huh? ์ฐจ์์ฃ ? *strike out ์คํจํ๋ค[์ฑ๊ณตํ์ง ๋ชปํ๋ค]
I blew it, as usual. *(๊ธฐํ๋ฅผ) ๋ ๋ฆฌ๋ค
I'm just unlucky in
love. Always have been.
I know how that goes.
Same story, huh?
Same story.
That guy?
Him.
You know, no offense,
but I've been watching him
operate this evening, and he
seems like kind of a creep.
A player, no doubt, but a creep.
This isn't who he is.
When we were together,
He was a sweet, caring, generous man. *๋ฐฐ๋ คํ๋, ๋ณด์ดํผ๋
It was me that screwed it up.
And we had this terrible fight,
And I said some mean things.
Mean things.
All this is an attempt to
prove me wrong, I guess.
If I had a woman like
you in love with me,
You could say whatever you like.
I wouldn't be running around.
- That's nice of you to say. Thank you.
- You know what we need to do?
You need to make him jealous.
Let him see you out and about, *(์ด๋๋ฅผ) ๋์๋ค๋๋
- Enjoying yourself with another man.
- Are you hitting on me?
Yes, I am.
It's a good plan, isn't it?
The kid's a natural. Look
at him. Look at him go.
The Cho. No business like Cho business.
206.
Here's the plan. Let's
walk right past him,
Laughing and smiling like
we're on our way somewhere cool.
- Get him thinking.
- And then what?
I'll think of something.
All right. Let's do it.
After you.
#
Okay, we're in the room.
Hey, Cho, that's some nice work.
Very nice work. So just sit tight. *(์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ฎ๊ธฐ์ง ์๊ณ ) ์๋ ์๋ฆฌ์ ๊ทธ๋๋ก ์๋ค
- I don't think it's gonna take long.
- You hope. ๊ทธ๋์ผ์ฃ
Who are you talking to?
My colleagues.
Okay. Who are they?
I'm a state agent, Ma'am.
We're conducting an undercover operation
regarding the Wolcott murder case.
I... I don't understand.
I apologize for the deception.
You mean... You're not... You don't...
No, Ma'am.
Oh.
I'm so embarrassed.
That's understandable.
I...
Nothing is happening.
You have to have patience, woman.
She just doesn't have any patience.
I'm not touching that one.
There.
Come on.
#
- Drop the weapon.
- Drop it, Haightly.
Hands behind your back. Let's go.
Hi.
#
You set me up.
Yes, we did.
How did you know it was me?
Ah. It was a cold night.
Fricke told us that the
patio door in his room
was closed when he went to sleep,
and I checked. You can't
open them from the outside,
which means that the
killer must have entered
by the main door, which requires a key.
Who has the keys? Staff.
Who on the staff would
wanna hurt Claire Wolcott?
I don't know. Nobody.
Who would wanna hurt Paul Fricke?
Maybe you.
But what reason would you
have for hating Paul Fricke?
Let me guess. Uh, something
to do with a woman?
Katie?
You hated him because
he used and abused her...
The woman you loved.
I'm not sorry. He's dirt.
The way he carried on *carry on with …์ ๊ด๊ณ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ๋ค, ๋ฐ๋ ํผ์ฐ๋ค.
with those other women...
Rubbing Katie's nose in it. * (๋ถ์ ์ ์ด์๋ ์ผ์) ๊ณ์ ๋ค๋จน์ด๋ค, ์๊ธฐ์ํค๋ค
I never would hurt her like he did.
I wish I had killed him.
But you killed Claire Wolcott instead.
I never meant to do that.
I wanted to kill Fricke,
Not Claire. But she shouldn't
have been doing what she
was doing, should she? I mean,
it's not like anybody cares.
- Her husband was going...
- I care. I care about Claire Wolcott.
- She was a living person.
- That's enough.
No. You took her life.
I... I just... I think
he should be sorry.
You're right.
Well, do you wanna say it?
I'm sorry.
Thank you.
- Where's Cho?
- I don't know.
Called him a couple times. No answer.
#
The problem is, I really love Paul.
I know how he seems,
and I know how he's been,
but at the end of the day,
when I think of who I
really wanna be with,
it's him.
That's crazy, huh?
Love is crazy, I guess.
No, it isn't.
You should seek psychiatric help.
Ugh.
#
You mind?
Not at all.
Rough night?
Ah, not bad. Couple good phone numbers.
Hmm.
Yep. Two very tasty numbers.
I wish you'd stop being so damn stupid.
You have a good woman
over there that knows you
and still loves you.
Excuse me.
Oh.
You looked kinda lonely.
My friend and I were wondering
if you'd like to join us.
Hi. Um... I'm sorry. I'm... I'm married.
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