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[๋ฏธ๋“œ๋กœ ์˜์–ด๊ณต๋ถ€][Mimicking] ๋ฉ˜ํƒˆ๋ฆฌ์ŠคํŠธ Mentalist S01-E16 ์‹œ์ฆŒ1 ์—ํ”ผ16 English subtitle ์‰๋„์ž‰ ๋ฏธ๋ฏธํ‚น ์˜์–ด์ž๋ง‰ ์˜์–ดํšŒํ™”

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๐Ÿงก ๊ตต์€ ๊ธ€์”จ : ์ตํž ๊ตฌ๋ฌธ

๋ฐ‘ ์ค„ : ์ž˜ ์•ˆ๋“ค๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋ถ€๋ถ„

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

# :  ์”ฌ ์ „ํ™˜, ์ƒํ™ฉ ์ „ํ™˜

 

#

- Hey, Tommy.


- Good morning, Mr. Jane.
You're all set. ๋‹ค ๋์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค

- Have a good one.
- You, too. Have a good one.


- Good morning, everybody.
What's so good about it? ๋ญ๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ์ข‹์•„?

Here, have a file. The
division's being audited again.

No problem. Let me just put
milk in this, and I'll dig in.

No problem. What's with her?

You mean, why isn't she
cynical and jaded like you? *๋ฌผ๋ฆฐ, ์‹ซ์ฆ๋‚œ

Notice her relaxed body language, the
general sense of emotional satisfaction?

Yeah.

Someone's engaged her *๊ฒฉ์‹ (์ฃผ์˜·๊ด€์‹ฌ์„) ์‚ฌ๋กœ์žก๋‹ค[๋Œ๋‹ค]
romantic interest.

Who?

Well, I couldn't say.

She's focused on
her work, that's all.

Well, then I have to assume
that the man that kissed her outside
- was making an embarrassing mistake.


- What? Who kissed her?

- I didn't catch his name.


- It's probably that
knucklehead from payroll. ๊ฒฝ๋ฆฌ๋ถ€ ๋ฉ์ฒญํ•œ ๋†ˆ์ผ ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š” *knucklehead ็พŽ ๋น„๊ฒฉ์‹ ์–ผ๊ฐ„์ด, ๋ฉ์ฒญ์ด

He's been stalking
her like a chicken.
What did this man look like?

Lisbon!

How do you stalk a chicken?

You know what I'm talking about.

 

#
There's a very large bomb nearby?
Are you smart enough to find it?

Another bomb threat.
- That's the third this year.


- Not on my phone, it isn't.

Well, Granted, they don't *๊ทธ๋ž˜, ๋งž์•„; ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ธด ํ•œ๋ฐ; ๊ทธ๊ฑด ์ธ์ •! ๋‹ค๋งŒ ...
usually come through CBI,
but that's what the drills are for. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๋Œ€ํ”ผ ํ›ˆ๋ จ์ด ์™œ ์žˆ๊ฒ ๋‚˜

The text read, "are you
smart enough to find it?"
I think this was directed at me.

Of course you think
this is about you.
Just relax. It could be a hoax. *(ํŠนํžˆ ๋ถˆ์พŒํ•œ ์ผ์— ๋Œ€ํ•œ) ๊ฑฐ์ง“๋ง[์žฅ๋‚œ์งˆ]

It could be.

- Where is the bomb squad?
- They're on their way now.

PD did an initial
sweep of the building. *(์ˆ˜์ƒ‰๊ณต๊ฒฉ ๋“ฑ์„ ์œ„ํ•ด ์–ด๋–ค ์ง€์—ญ์„) ํ›‘์Œ
So far, they haven't found anything.


"Are you smart enough to find it?"

Okay, listen, if this really is
about Jane,
I don't want him just... I...

Jane!
Jane, stop right there!

Minelli. Yes, sir.
Let me explain what happened.
Jane got a text on his phone.

The text said, "a very large bomb."
A large bomb can only be
transported in a large car.
They didn't say inside CBI.
They said nearby.
Ergo, the parking lot. Simple. *๋ผํ‹ด์–ด์—์„œ ๊ฒฉ์‹ ๋˜๋Š” ์œ ๋จธ ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋ฏ€๋กœ(therefore)

Exactly. They challenged * (์ƒ๋Œ€๋ฐฉ์—๊ฒŒ ๋„์ „์ด ๋  ์ผ์„) ์š”๊ตฌํ•˜๋‹ค
you to an easy puzzle.
They want you to find the bomb.

If there is a bomb. It could
be just a hoax, like you said.

Yes sir.
I'll have him back in a minute.
I'm trying, sir.

Lisbon! Found it!

Oh, no.

Shoot it out! Shoot
it out with your gun!

I can't! There's no time! Come on!
Jane, come on, let's go!
Come on, run, Jane! Jane, run!
I mean it, come on! Jane! *์ง„์‹ฌ์ด์•ผ
Run! Come on!

- I'm okay.
- You all right?

I'm okay, I'm okay. I'm fine.

I'm gonna get you... I
need an ambulance now!

No, no ambulance. I just
got something in my eyes.
I can't see.
I can't see!

 

#
You're a lucky man, Mr. Jane.
This could have been much worse.

Yes, that's what
people keep telling me.
But why is it I can't see, doc?

Well, there's a moderate concussion
with some short-term memory loss,
disorientation, headache, and
of course, fleeting blindness. *์ˆœ์‹๊ฐ„์˜, ์ž ๊น ๋™์•ˆ์˜ (=brief)
It's most likely due
to small floating blood
clots in the vessels around the eyes,
demonstrating a C.V.I.
Or Cortical Visual Impairment. *cortical [ํ•ด๋ถ€] ํ”ผ์ธต์˜; ํ”ผ์งˆ์˜, ์™ธํ”ผ์˜; [์ƒ๋ฆฌ] ๋Œ€๋‡Œ ํ”ผ์งˆ์„ฑ์˜


How long will his
vision be affected?

Well, It's hard to say, really.
The body's healing powers
are unpredictable,
but 48 to 72 hours is the norm.
We must wait and see, so to speak.

Humor. Great. ์žฌ๋ฐŒ๋„ค์š”. ์ข‹์•„์š”
Everybody loves
witty doctor in times of trouble.
You know, I've heard enough.
Do you think you can take this
conversation outside, please?

Mr. Jane, this is temporary.
Your sight will return
and you'll be back to work,
- but it's gonna take time and patience.


- Well, time I have,
but patience, I lost a while ago.

You're alive. Appreciate it.

I do. Believe me, I do.

Now if you'll excuse me,
I'll check in again later.

Thank you, doctor.

I'll do worse if you don't stop
mouthing off to people *ํฌ๊ฒŒ ๋งํ•˜๋‹ค[ํˆฌ๋œ๋Œ€๋‹ค]
who are trying to help you.

- You pinched me.
- How is he?

- Guess what. He's a bad patient.
- Who would've thought?

I'm not a bad patient.
She's a bad visitor.

What'd you find out?

The victim is James Medina, 44,
stockbroker, out of highlands.
The van wasn't his. It was
reported stolen yesterday.
We're digging up
everything we can on Medina.
The question... is it possible he
was on some bizarre suicide mission?

No.
I looked in his eyes.
That was very much a man who
didn't want to be where he was.
Whoever did this wanted me to
watch James Medina die in terror.

- They nearly killed you, too.
- Well, That wasn't the intention, though.

- Well, What then?
- "You're next" was written
on the man's forehead.
- Why?

I don't know why.

- You're gonna be fine.
- Yeah, probably.

- We're gonna find who did this.
- Good.

Please don't look
at each other like that.

- Like what? You can't see.
- I can feel. I can feel your pity.


Please. Would you
stop? We'll be back.

Later, man.

 

#
Thank you, Rose.

All righty, you two. I love you.

You be good with your auntie
Rose now, okay? You promise?

- See you.
- Bye, Mom.

- Sweet kids.
- Thank you.
Jim loved them very much.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Medina,
but we have to ask you
a couple questions
about your husband.

He didn't seem preoccupied, *(์–ด๋–ค ์ƒ๊ฐ·๊ฑฑ์ •์—) ์‚ฌ๋กœ์žกํžŒ[์ •์‹ ์ด ํŒ”๋ฆฐ]
trouble by anything unusual?

Preoccupied, yes, but there's
nothing unusual about that.
My husband was a stockbroker and,
nowadays, that's like
being a professional gambler.

What about your personal finances?

I never let Jim put all our
money into the stock market.

Did he ever mention any
particular client being unhappy?

Do you know how much clients have lost
their money in the last six months?
A lot of people are angry,
and they blame their brokers.
Jim's received hate mail,
phone calls, e-mails.

Any specific threats?
Did he ever mention names?

There was an ex-coworker,
Terry Andrews.
He came by the house a few
times. He was very threatening.

Thank you.

 

#
Terence Carter Andrews,
46 years old,
worked for two years at Lynch-Halstead
in the junior trader program.
Tax records indicate
that he also worked
as a guard for
several security companies
- that cover the state capitol system.


- He was a state house employee?
- He worked here?


- That's what it says.
He also has a rap sheet on him, *๋ฏธ·์†์–ด ์ „๊ณผ(ๅ‰็ง‘) ๊ธฐ๋ก
- domestic violence and two DUIs.


- This is him?

Where is he working now?

Guest relations manager
at something called "Hype".

 

#
You, little miss fierce,
can come in.
Lose the backup dancer. ์˜†์— ๋ฐฑ๋Œ„์„œ๋Š” ๋นผ๊ณ ์š”
He's too, too butch. *๋‚จ์ž ๊ฐ™์€

Get lost, fluffy. *get lost ๊บผ์ ธ, (๊ฑฐ์ ˆ์„ ๋‚˜ํƒ€๋‚ด์–ด) ํ„ฑ๋„ ์—†์–ด
- Are you Terence Andrews?


- What do you guys want?

Do people call you Terry or Terence?

They call me Mr. Andrews.

Someone killed James
Medina today. Thoughts?

Yeah.
I'd like to buy whoever did it
a nice bottle of french brandy.

Flat-out hated him, huh? *flat out ๋”ฑ ๋ถ€๋Ÿฌ์ง€๊ฒŒ, ์™„์ „ํžˆ


- Yeah. Yeah, I did.
What, Do you think I had
something to do with it?

Yeah, It crossed our minds.

Why don't you come downtown
with us, answer a few questions?

No, I don't think so. You know
why? Because I didn't do it.

- Come on, man. Let's go.


- Get off me!
- Now you want some, too?


- No, thank you.

Okay, everybody step back.
Give him some air. Fun's over.

Are you okay, Mr. Andrews?

 

#
Hey, aren't you supposed
to be in the hospital?

- Nope.
- Yes, you are.

No, they've had enough of ๋‚˜๋ผ๋ฉด ์ง€๊ธ‹์ง€๊ธ‹ํ•˜๋Œ€์š”
me. Can't say I blame 'em. ๋ญ ๊ทธ๋“ค ์ž˜๋ชป์€ ์•„๋‹ˆ์ฃ 

Officer Powell here was kind
enough to give me a ride back.

Thank you. I guess.

Have a good one, Mr. Jane.
- Yeah.

Go ahead. Talk to your
boyfriend. I don't mind.

Shush.

- Why are you embarrassed?
- I'm not.

- What the hell...


- Doctor's orders.
She said It was the best thing
for me to do get back to work.

She did not.
She said you insulted the entire ward
and were a complete pain in the ass.

- So?
- So you can't do that.

Well, what was I supposed to do, just
sit there and listen to television?
Besides, the food was terrible.

- You need the rest.
- I need to work.

- You're blind.


- No problem, honestly.
My other senses are heightened. They're
super heightened. I'm like Daredevil. *์ €๋Œ์ ์ธ[๋ฌด๋ชจํ•œ] ์‚ฌ๋žŒ

- Now if you'll excuse me...


- Okay.

Okay.
Heightened.

 

#
Where were you yesterday morning?

My shift at the club ended at 3:30.
I went back to my place, watched a
little bit of TV, then I went to bed.
I slept till about 11:00 or so.

Anyone who can vouch * <์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ด> ๋ณด์ฆํ•˜๋‹ค, ๋ณด์ฆ์ธ์ด ๋˜๋‹ค, ๋‹จ์–ธํ•˜๋‹ค ((for))
for that time frame? *(์–ด๋–ค ์ผ์— ์“ฐ์ด๋Š”·์“ธ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋Š”) ์‹œ๊ฐ„[๊ธฐ๊ฐ„]

No.
I live alone, on account of my lady
walked out on me when I lost my job. *๊ตฌ์–ด …์—์„œ ๋– ๋‚˜๋‹ค, …์„ ๋ฒ„๋ฆฌ๋‹ค

- Sorry. Don't mind me. ์‹ ๊ฒฝ ์“ฐ์ง€ ๋ง์•„์š”
- Jane?

What is this? What is this?

- He's blind.
- Yeah.

Sorry.

Cool, huh?
Yeah, so, did you kill James Medina?

Did I kill James Medina? Screw him. *screw him, you, that, etc. ๊ทธ ๋†ˆ, ๋„ค ๋†ˆ, ๊ทธ๊นŒ์ง“ ๊ฒƒ ๋“ฑ์€ ์—ฟ์ด๋‚˜ ๋จน์œผ๋ผ ๊ทธ๋ž˜
I didn't kill him.
I could have and I
wanted to, but I didn't.
What are you doing?

Have we ever met before?

- No.
- So what happened?

Why did you and Medina
fight in the first place?

I was a junior trader
in the company's program.
And he had been picking on me for months.*๋น„๋‚œํ•˜๋‹ค, ํ˜นํ‰ํ•˜๋‹ค; ๊ดด๋กญํžˆ๋‹ค, ์ง‘์ ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋‹ค; ์„ ํƒํ•˜๋‹ค. (=blame, criticize; harass, tease; choose.)


 I took a job his nephew wanted.
Anyway, a freakin'
envelope falls off his desk.
Pick it up, he said.
Like that, "pick it up."
I don't think so.
Pick it up your own damn self,
I said.
Big deal. But I guess he *๊ทธ๊ฒŒ ๋ฌด์Šจ ๋Œ€์ˆ˜๋ผ๊ณ !
figures I'm just, you know,
I'm gonna snap my fingers and *์†๊ฐ€๋ฝ ๋‘ ๊ฐœ๋กœ ๋”ฑ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋‚ด๋‹ค.
totally just ruin this dude's life.

Can I hold your hand?
Artistic fingers.

- Soft.
- Don't do that.

Nice to talk with you, terry.
Be well. You can let him go.

That's, not your call.

Well, I didn't say
you must let him go.
I said that you can, if you want.
Being that he's innocent.

- Thank you.
- Jane?

That was loud. That scared me.

How many times
do I have to tell you to stop
interrupting interviews like that?

I'm sorry.
- Just a minute.


- What are you doing?

How will I know if I can see
or not if I have bandages on?

Here goes.

Well?

- Black as night.
- I'm sorry.

Never mind. Andrews didn't do it.

Did you sense that
with your superpowers?

Yes, I did.

He's filled with anger, but, not
fearful, guilty, murderous anger.
That has a tang of ammonia about it. *tang ์‹ธํ•œ[ํ†ก ์˜๋Š” ๋“ฏํ•œ] ๋ง›[๋ƒ„์ƒˆ]
His is a more clean,
righteous anger. Lemon-y. * (๋„๋•์ ์œผ๋กœ) ์˜ณ์€

Lemon-y?

This blind thing really works.
Without my vision, I can tune into *become sensitive to something
my other senses much more clearly.

That's great. Let me go
make you a superhero costume.What do you wanna be
called? What are you doing?

I wanna know what your face
feels like when you're smiling.

So what's the deal, boss?

Have forensics check him
for any explosives residue.
If he comes up clean, let him go.

Will do.

I'm still convinced there's a
connection between Medina and me,
So before you make me that superhero
costume I'm looking forward to,
Could you take me to
visit with his widow?

- Maybe.
- Thank you.

And incidentally, you're
smelling particularly good today.
Is that cinnamon in the
mix there somewhere? Lisbon?

 

#
Your tea is right in
front of you, Mr. Jane.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Mrs. Medina, we don't mean
to keep you from your family.
We just have a few more
questions to ask you.

I understand. I'm... Happy to help.

I can feel what a warm,
caring home this is.
I'm very sorry for your loss.
I think whoever did this was
targeting your husband and me also.
I don't know why, but
something links us.
I have to ask,
have we ever met before?

Not that I know of.

 

Would it be a terrible inconvenience
to show me some
of your husband's personal things?
Jewelry, anything he used a lot?

Sure. I guess. Why?

Holding something
of James would help me
pick up a feel for him,
get a sense of his being.

Okay.

- Excuse me.
- Thank you.

A sense of his being?
What are you playing at?

Just go with it. *go with it ์‹œ๋ฅ˜๋ฅผ ๋”ฐ๋ฅด๋‹ค, ์‚ฌํƒœ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ˆ˜ํ•˜๋‹ค
I have to practice this touchy-feely *๋น„๊ฒฉ์‹ ๋ณดํ†ต ๋ชป๋งˆ๋•…ํ•จ ๊ฐ์ • ํ‘œํ˜„์ด ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ์ˆจ๊น€์—†๋Š”[์ ๋‚˜๋ผํ•œ]

stuff. It's been a while.

You're not gonna be blind forever.

No, right, 'cause bad stuff
like this doesn't happen
nearly as often
as people think it does.

 

#
Bifocals. * [pl.] ์ด์ค‘ ์ดˆ์  ์•ˆ๊ฒฝ

Jim couldn't read without them.
He was considering surgery, but I
liked the way he looked in his glasses.
He held off because of me. *๋ฏธ๋ฃจ๋‹ค[์—ฐ๊ธฐํ•˜๋‹ค]

Did he like horses?

We liked to ride together.
We were planning to take a
trip up the coast this fall.

This feels expensive.

Yes. He only wore
that to business functions.

There's a jewel with an engraving
on the back. What is that engraving?

It's a bull.
It was a company gift
from Lynch-Halstead.
A little too much bling
for Jim's everyday taste.

Jane?

Well, thank you for
your time, Mrs. Medina.

 

#
The watch I recalled
was the exact same.
It had the same engraving
on the back as James Medina's
and his was from Lynch-Halstead.
Thank you.
So, years ago,
I must've done a psychic reading for
someone else connected to the firm.

- You don't know who?


- I can't remember.
I tried to see the woman's
face, recall her name.
I just can't do it.

But she paid you and was hurt so
badly she's still holding a grudge.

Well, probably.

The man's blind. Go easy, maybe.

- Sorry.
- Oh, it's okay. You're fine.

Did you keep a record
of all your customers
or clients or whatever
you called them?

Yeah, I had to.
I had to keep track of all *~์— ๋Œ€ํ•ด ๊ณ„์† ์•Œ๊ณ [ํŒŒ์•…ํ•˜๊ณ ] ์žˆ๋‹ค

the lies I'd already told them.

Where are they?

Probably on a disk in my
boxes over there, I expect. 

Van Pelt, why don't you
help Jane find his records?

First, could someone
please make me a cup of tea?
Is that a yes?
Rigsby.

Thank you.

Did you put the milk in...


milk in first?
Yep. Just like you asked.

- You sure the water boiled...
- was truly boiling? Yep.

- Tastes weird.
- Tastes weird?

Jane, I need to ask you a favor.
I need you to...
I need to you find out
from Van Pelt
about this guy she's dating.
- You know, what's the score?


- The score?

Is it serious?
Are they, you know?

Ask her yourself.


- Yeah, right. No. Come on.
You know the situation.
It's against the rules,
relationships between coworkers.

- What are you, a man or a mouse?
- Well, man, obviously.

Could've fooled me. *๋‚˜๋ฅผ ์†์ผ ์ˆ˜๋„ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค

If it's that guy from
payroll, I will kill him.

Well, that would be a
strong, romantic statement.
Women like a man that
would kill for them.

- Hey, Van Pelt!
- Don't!

- What?
- No. No.

- Trust me. Honesty's better.
- No.

What's up?

Grace, personal question.
Rigsby and I were wondering...
Who is this man you were
kissing by the coffee cart?

That's none of your business.

Not from payroll?

Payroll? No, he doesn't even work
here. It's none of your business.

Well, thank heavens for that,
at least.
No killing needed.

- Don't be so sure.
- You'll see. Honesty's best.

Yeah, well, honestly, I'd like
to kick your butt right now.

I'll take you.
But could you take me to
my couch first, please?

- Yes.
- Thank you.

You're in your office.
Here's the table on the left.

Yep.

- Here's the couch.
- All right.
- You're very good at this.
- Thank you.

Thanks for your lovely tea.

That was cruel. Why did you do that?


It's this blindness nuisance. *์„ฑ๊ฐ€์‹ [๊ท€์ฐฎ์€] ์‚ฌ๋žŒ[๊ฒƒ/์ผ], ๊ณจ์นซ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ
It makes me mean.
I'm... I'm sorry.
But you two do need to talk.

There's nothing to talk about.

Is this it? Sorry.
A white CD with "R.P.B."
written on it in black?

Could be.
- You have a lot to talk about.


- Like what?

Is it serious...
you and coffee cart man?

It's too early to tell.

I'd like to meet him.
What floor does he work on?

He doesn't. He's a lawyer.
He was just visiting.
And no offense, but why does my
personal life have any concern to you...
Or Rigsby, for that matter?

Well, me... I'm just nosy. * ๋น„๊ฒฉ์‹ ๋ชป๋งˆ๋•…ํ•จ ์ฐธ๊ฒฌํ•˜๊ธฐ ์ข‹์•„ํ•˜๋Š”, ๊ผฌ์น˜๊ผฌ์น˜ ์บ๋ฌป๋Š” (=inquisitive)

But Rigsby... he loves you.
He's just scared of
emotional commitment. *์ •์„œ์  ๊ฐœ์ž…(ๆƒ…็ท–็š„ไป‹ๅ…ฅ), ์ •์„œ์  ๋ชฐ์ž…

And you're attracted to him,

but you're deeply
repressed and emotionally shut down.

- Is that right?


- Because of a trauma in your past
that you've
never spoken of to anyone,
ever... even yourself.
Sorry. I was just thinking out loud. *think out loud ์ƒ๊ฐ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋Œ€๋กœ ๋งํ•˜๋‹ค

What? I wasn't listening.

- What's his name?
- Dan.

Dan? Can I meet him?

If you like.

- I would.
- Here's your client list.

I'll run it against the
Lynch-Halstead records.
One match.

You both shared a client a
long time ago... Carol Gentry?

Carol Gentry.

 

# Jane Residence, Malibu 8 YEARS EARLIER
She forgives you, carol.
Your mother...
truly forgives you.

I don't understand, Mr. Jane.

She forgives me?

Yes.
That's what she says.
And I believe it to be sincere.

She was a vicious,
evil, abusive woman, *ํ•™๋Œ€ํ•˜๋Š”
but I loved her and cared
for her like a good daughter.
What did I ever do that
she should forgive me for?

It's a hard truth, Carol,
that people don't change
when they pass on. *๊ณ ์ธ์ด ๋˜๋‹ค
They simply become the
essence of who they are.
Your mother
- was a very complicated woman...


- she forgives me?
That lunatic bitch forgives me?

People are very complicated.
Aren't they?
I'm afraid that's all we have
time for this week.

Okay.
I'm sorry. I just...

It's okay. Just breathe.

We'll talk more about
this next time, shall we?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Okay.

- Thank you, Mr. Jane.
- Thank you.

 

#
Jane? Are you all right?
Jane? Are you all right?

Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. I'm fine.

Jane!

 

#
Is he all right?

I'm 100% okay. No
need to send me back.

Sir, he needs to be in the hospital.
He has to go if you order him to.

I could, but someone did
try to kill him, remember?
We can protect him better
here... At less expense.

Thanks, Virgil.

Okay, but this is a favor.
If you die in this
department, I'm responsible.
I do all the paperwork.
In fact, if he does die
for whatever reason,
move him
to a public area, would you?
I'd be very grateful.

- I hope he's smiling.
- Places to be!

Don't we all.
A little help here?
Just the stick. Just the stick.
Thank you.

We started doing research on
your old client, Carol Gentry.

- She's not a suspect.


- Lynch-Halstead were her brokerage * ์ค‘๊ฐœ์—…
firm for a while.


- Just a coincidence.
- She's not a suspect.


- How can you be so sure?

Carol Gentry killed
herself eight years ago.
She left no family.
- You all still here?


- We're all here.

Good.
So back to square one, I guess? *(์•„๋ฌด ์ง„์ „์„ ๋ชป ๋ณด๊ณ ) ์›์ ์œผ๋กœ ๋˜๋Œ์•„๊ฐ€๊ธฐ

Not quite. Van Pelt's
done some deeper research.

We cross-checked the spouse's
names and came up with a second hit. *come up with (ํ•ด๋‹ต·๋ˆ ๋“ฑ์„) ์ฐพ์•„๋‚ด๋‹ค[๋‚ด๋†“๋‹ค]
You used to have a
client named Jill Lamont.
Her husband was Paul Krager, and
he used to work for Lynch-Halstead.

Jill Lamont?
Yes.

Tell me more about your
husband... just anything.

He loves me, loves our son.
Family is everything to him.

But I've noticed a change...
Lately.

- What sort of a change?


- He seems...
Preoccupied.

And that's when you began to
wonder if he was being unfaithful?

- That's right.


- All right.
Something's coming through. *(์ „ํ™”·๋ฌด์„ ·๊ณต์‹ ๊ธฐ๊ด€์„ ํ†ตํ•ด) ๋“ค์–ด์˜ค๋‹ค[๋„์ฐฉํ•˜๋‹ค]
Feel it with me.
Here.
Yes, I'm feeling that Paul
hasn't been 100% honest with you.
He hasn't been happy.
You know that, don't you?

Yes.

Do you sense someone
else in his life?
- Your senses never lie.


- Yes.
Yes, I do.

Okay.

There's someone else.
Is he leaving me?

You have to talk to him, Jill.
You have to tell Paul not to
ruin what you have together.

 

# Lynch-Halstead Brokerage Firm
Paul Krager's a name
I haven't heard in a while.
It never even entered my mind.

What do you know about
his personal life?

We've all made our
mistakes over the years.
Fat wallets and good
wine can do that to a man.

You're referring to his divorce?

That was no divorce.
That was a massacre. *๋Œ€ํ•™์‚ด
His wife remarried, I think.
But Krager's whole world fell apart.
Work-wise, he never recovered. *-wise ๋น„๊ฒฉ์‹ <‘…์— ๊ด€ํ•˜์—ฌ, …์˜ ๋ฉด์—์„œ๋Š”’์˜ ๋œป์„ ๋‚˜ํƒ€๋ƒ„>
Went off the rails, to be frank. *์ •๋„๋ฅผ ๋ฒ—์–ด๋‚˜๋‹ค[ํƒˆ์„ ํ•˜๋‹ค]
We had to let him go.

Who actually did the firing?

Now that you mention
it, Jimmy Medina did.
Jm did a lot of the ax work
here... unfortunate part of the job.

Any idea where
we can find Krager now?

Last I heard, someone saw him at a
church soup kitchen during the holidays.
There but for the grace of god, *there but for the grace of God (go I) (ํ•˜๋Š๋‹˜์˜ ์€์ด์ด ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค๋ฉด) ๋ˆ„๊ตฌ๋ผ๋„ ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ ์ƒํ™ฉ์— ์ฒ˜ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์—ˆ์„ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค *but for …์ด ์—†๋‹ค๋ฉด[์—†์—ˆ๋”๋ผ๋ฉด], …์ด ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ผ๋ฉด[์•„๋‹ˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค๋ฉด]

 

 if you know what I mean.

 

#
Well, Lynch was right. The legal
fees alone nearly bankrupted Krager.
His wife took their son,
moved east and remarried.

So where's Krager now?

Well, based on we could find,
he was so devastated
losing his family,
his whole world collapsed.

No permanent address. He hasn't
filed a tax return in years. *์†Œ๋“์„ธ ์‹ ๊ณ ์„œ๋ฅผ ์ œ์ถœํ•˜๋‹ค.
His last known employer
was Lynch-Halstead in 2001.

Boy, you really did a number on him. ์ •๋ง ๋ชน์“ธ ์ง“์„ ํ–ˆ๋„ค์š” *do a number on informal to have a very bad effect on (someone or something), to hurt or damage (someone or something)

Yes, I did. Thank you.

No, you simply confirmed what
she knew in her heart already.

Has anyone tried
contacting her... Jill Lamont?

Yeah, I left word. No answer yet.

I put an APB out on Paul Krager.
Cho and I are gonna
follow up on some leads. *…์„ ๋๊นŒ์ง€ ํ•˜๋‹ค.
You stay right there.
Nobody take him anywhere. No
excitement whatsoever. Clear?

- Clear, boss.
Crystal.

 

#
Did you see how many
clients Jane had?

Well, I guess he helped
a lot of people.

I'm not so sure.

Can I help you?

- Dan.
- Hi.

What are you doing here?

I was at another meeting upstairs.
Thought I'd stop by and say hello.
Is that cool?

Yeah, totally. You know, it's
just a surprise, that's all.

So...
Introduce me to your colleague, who
keeps staring at me so strangely.

Yeah.
Agent Rigsby?
This is my friend, Dan Hollenbeck.

- Good to meet you.
- How you doing?
- I'm excellent. And you?
- Good. Yeah.
- Okay, so...
- A lawyer, are you?

I am.
I'm sorry. Do we have a problem?

No. No problem. It takes *์ด ์„ธ์ƒ์—๋Š” ์˜จ๊ฐ– ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์ด ๋‹ค ์žˆ๋‹ค[์ด ์„ธ์ƒ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์ด ๋‹ค ๊ฐ™์„ ์ˆ˜๋Š” ์—†๋Š” ๋ฒ•์ด๋‹ค.]
all sorts, even lawyers.

Okay, that's enough.

Pleasure to get to
know you, agent Rigsby.
Can we... Can we be somewhere
private for a moment?

I don't know if that's such a...

- Please?
- Good idea.

You know what? I'm sorry.
You and me do have a problem.
Not a big one,
but we do need to talk.
- No trouble, I swear.


- All right, then.
- No, it is not all right.
- No trouble. I promise.
- It's okay, Grace. It's fine.
- Okay.

So here we are. Talk away. *์ง€๊ป„์ด๋ฉฐ[์‹œ๊ฐ„]์„ ๋ณด๋‚ด๋‹ค

I don't know you, Dan.
Maybe you're a nice guy.
I hope so. I don't know.
Because if you ever
hurt Grace Van Pelt,
I will find you
and I will cause you pain,
Because she means a
lot to... to the unit.
So you treat her right, okay?

Yeah, I hear you.
I appreciate your concern.
You care for Grace.
Don't worry. I'm a...
I'm a nice guy.

Okay.
I'm sorry to get heavy with you. *(๊ฐ์ •์ด ๊ฒฉํ•ด์ ธ ์‚ฌํƒœ๊ฐ€) ์‹ฌ๊ฐํ•ด์ง€๋‹ค[ํ—˜์•…ํ•ด์ง€๋‹ค]
I had to say it, you know?
Just so long as we
understand each other.

Yeah, sure thing.
I understand. I do.

 

#
I am so embarrassed.
What did Rigsby say to you?

No call for embarrassment. He's
a good-hearted person. I like him.
He just wants you to
be happy... Or else.

- And what did you say?
- Well, I'd say I did my best.
- You did?
- I did.

Hey, where is this psychic
character you told me about?
- I'm dying to meet him.


- He wanted to meet you, too.
Jane?

Damn.

Sorry. I didn't know
whether to wake you or not.

I'm awake.

You said you wanted to meet
the man I've been dating.

- Yeah. Is he coming?
- he's here.

Here?
Here now?

- Yes.


- Right here.
Dan Hollenbeck, sir.
It's a real pleasure to meet you.
Grace has told me so much about you.

Good to meet you, too, Dan.

- Excuse my asking, but are you...
- Blind? Yes, as a bat.

Temporarily blind. Think positive.

Yes, positive. That's right.
So, Van Pelt,
where is Rigsby exactly?

I don't know. Out getting
pizza, if I know Rigsby.
- You need him for something?


- Lisbon? Cho?


Still chasing down Paul Krager. *~๋ฅผ ์ถ”๊ฒฉํ•˜๋‹ค, ~๋ฅผ ๋’ค์ซ“๋‹ค
- Nobody here but us.


- Of course.
So, Dan, quite the hard
grip you have there.
Working man's hands.
That,
faint scent of chemicals but
an expensive Italian suit.
It's interesting.

Dan's a lawyer.

A very junior lawyer.
I lobby the state senate.

But You're good with your hands. ์†์žฌ์ฃผ๊ฐ€ ์ข‹์œผ์‹œ๋‹ˆ
You're good at building things
as a hobby, maybe.

I guess.

What sort of things do
you build as a hobby?

You know, stuff. ๋ญ, ์ด๊ฒƒ์ €๊ฒƒ

And your parents? Where are they?

They're dead.

Sorry to be a busybody. I just wanna * ๋ชป๋งˆ๋•…ํ•จ ์ฐธ๊ฒฌํ•˜๊ธฐ ์ข‹์•„ํ•˜๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋žŒ
be sure grace finds the right young man.

Hush. ๊ทธ๋งŒํ•ด์š”

Well, I'm hungry. I guess I'll
just, get myself something to eat.

Don't be silly.
I'll get you something.

No, no, no, no, it's okay. I can manage.

Think I'm dumb?
Make the wrong move, and ํ•จ๋ถ€๋กœ ์›€์ง์ด๋ฉด
I'll shoot her in the head.

I hear you.

What are you guys whispering about?


Nothing.
- Some chips would be nice.


- What kind?

I'm easy. ์•„๋ฌด๊ฑฐ๋‚˜์š”

It's the boss.

<i>Looks like we've cracked it.</i> *(๋ฒ”์ธ์ด๋‚˜ ์ ์„) ๋•Œ๋ ค์žก๋‹ค[์ณ๋ถ€์ˆ˜๋‹ค]
We found Paul Krager.
He was obsessed with
Jane and Medina.
Remember he has a son?
Well, Krager told us he's
living in the city now.
He goes by the name Dan Hollenbeck. *~๋ž€ ์ด๋ฆ„์œผ๋กœ ํ†ตํ•˜๋‹ค
Van pelt?

<i>- Sorry about this.


- Van pelt?</i>
That was weird.

I don't understand.

He's the bomber.
He killed James Medina, and
now he's come to kill me.

Don't even think about it.
I'm sorry I had to lie
to you, Grace, truly.

- But I needed you.
- Why?

To access the statehouse lot.
- He used your security pass.


- You son of a bitch.

Just be cool, Van pelt.
Please, be cool.

Grace, relax.

- I have no desire to hurt you.
- Give it up, Dan, please?

I'm in too deep. I can't stop now. ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๋ฉ€๋ฆฌ์™€์„œ ๋ฉˆ์ถœ ์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ์—†์–ด
- Don't make me hurt you.


- Just do as he says.

You're a nice guy now, aren't you?
You destroyed my life for what?
Because my dad cheated on my mom?
Big deal. He wasn't perfect. *๊ทธ๊ฒŒ ๋ฌด์Šจ ๋Œ€์ˆ˜๋ผ๊ณ !
And for that, he's on the street.
He loses everything!
One day, I'm at the best... the
best private school in Los Angeles.
I'm playing soccer
with movie stars' kids.
Next minute, I'm in dogpatch, *๋„๊ทธ ํŒจ์น˜((LI'L ABNER๊ฐ€ ์‚ฌ๋Š” Kentucky ์ฃผ(ๅทž)์˜ ์‚ฐ์†์˜ ๋„์‹œ)).
new jersey, with my weeping mom,
Getting my ass whipped by thugs that *thug ํญ๋ ฅ๋ฐฐ
don't even speak freaking English.
Why?
Because you... you had
to be the man who knows.
You had to tell my mom the truth.

I'm sorry, Dan.

Yeah, sure you are,
with a gun at your back.
Take out your handcuffs.
Handcuff yourself.
Behind the back. Drop the cane.
Okay. Here we go.
- Let's go.


- Where are we going?

Somewhere quiet and
private. You won't like it.
- Where's your car, grace?


- In the side parking lot.
A jeep, Iowa plates.

I didn't know you were from
Iowa. Famous potatoes, huh?

That's Idaho, you ignorant jerk. *๋ฌด์ง€ํ•œ, ๋ฌด์‹ํ•œ; ๋ฌดํ•™์˜

Oh, yeah?
- What's Iowa famous for?


Gullible women.
- That's not fair.
- Keep moving.

Tommy, you still here?

Hey, Mr. Jane. Just locking up. *(~์—) ๋ฌธ๋‹จ์†์„ ํ•˜๋‹ค
You folks need anything?

Run! Run, Grace!

Freeze!

Jane, go to the right way.

Okay, you're gonna
take this to your car.

- But I can't drive.
We'll manage. Keys, keys. *manage (ํž˜๋“  ์ผ์„) ๊ฐ„์‹ ํžˆ[์šฉ์ผ€] ํ•ด๋‚ด๋‹ค, (์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ๋“ ) …ํ•˜๋‹ค[ํ•ด๋‚ด๋‹ค]
- In the left front pants pocket.
- Sorry.
- Got her. Come on. Let's go.
- All right.

Okay.

- The jeep's on the right.
- Got it?

Okay, there's the handle.

You're in, Grace?
Grace, you in?

Hang on.

On the dash or on the column? ๊ธฐ์–ด๊ฐ€ ์–ด๋”จ์ฃ ? ๋Œ€์‹œ? ์นผ๋Ÿผ?


- On the... on the column.
Up. Up.
- That's... that's reverse.


- Good?
- All... all clear?


- Back it up. Yeah, slow. Slow.

- Slowly. Slowly backing. Slowly.


- Okay, yeah, slow, slow, slow, slow.

Sorry about that.

- Straight.
- Okay, I got it.

Okay. Straight, straight, straight.
Now, you're gonna make a right.
Turn right.
No, no, not yet! Not yet!
Punch it, punch it, punch it! ๋ฐŸ์•„์š”
Go to the right! Wait.
Reverse, reverse, reverse.

- You all right?
- Go, go, go. Yeah, reverse, reverse.

- Come on. Stop. Come on.


- Come on, come on.
Okay, put it in park.
Put it in park.

Start. I can't start.

Jane, no!
Oh, thank god. Oh, thank god.

What? What happened?
Did something good happen?

Didn't I say no
excitement of any kind?

 

#
Oh, you're alive. Are you okay?

Yeah. It's no bother. I'm fine. *๋ณ„๊ฑฐ ์•„๋‹ˆ์•ผ

I'm sorry. God, I'm so sorry.

It's all right. It's all right.

Sorry about that.

I have an h746b form
to fill out. Yeah.

 

#
Oh, you have no notion how good *๊ฐœ๋…, ๊ด€๋…, ์ƒ๊ฐ
it is to see your face, Rigsby.

Rigsby?
You're funny.

 

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