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[๋ฏธ๋“œ๋กœ ์˜์–ด๊ณต๋ถ€][Mimicking] ๋ฉ˜ํƒˆ๋ฆฌ์ŠคํŠธ Mentalist S01-E20 ์‹œ์ฆŒ1 ์—ํ”ผ20 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 ์ „ํ™˜

 

#

Blow out the candles
and make a wish.

Is it a vase?
Wait. Jane's gonna guess.

- Okay Jane.
- Yoga mat?

Correct.

We talked about that ashtanga class. * ์•„์Šˆํƒ•๊ฐ€(ํ˜ธํก ์กฐ์ ˆ๊ณผ ์—ฌ๋Ÿฌ ๊ฐ€์„ธ๋กœ ์ด๋ฃจ์–ด์ง€๋Š” ์š”๊ฐ€์˜ ํ•œ ํ˜•ํƒœ). (๋˜๋Š” as·tang·a)
I just thought...

- It's great. Thanks.
- You're welcome.
- 10 bucks says you don't get this one.
- You're on. 10 bucks.

Happy birthday.

Cover your eyes.


Got it.

- Don't cheat.
- No cheating.

- Clear?
- Okay, Jane.

Okay, Rigsby, it's a gift certificate
for a... spa treatment.

- Damn.
- Correct again.

- Bingo. $10.
- Yeah, I owe you.

Okay, 2 for 2.
How about mine?

Cho...

that's sweet. Thank you.

- I got it.
- Okay.

- OK. What is it?


- It's a...
mid to high-end bottle of...
wine.
Oh, no, no.
Champagne.

Yes. There we go.
Regift?

 

Yeah, It's a really good *an unwanted gift used by its original recipient as a gift for someone else
bottle, and I don't drink it.

- Let's have some cake.
- Okay.

What about your gift?

It's on its way.

Typical.

You really think that I would
forget your birthday present?

- Van pelt.
- It's on its way.

Yeah, right.

A little grumpy 'cause daddy
didn't buy you a pony?

Boss, we got a call.

 

#
A couple of hikers found
on this morning.
Looks like he's been out here
a couple of days.
A gunshot to the forehead.
There's no ID.
This is all we found on him.


A straw tube and a...
I don't know, religious medal?

- Or a good luck charm, maybe.
- It didn't work too well if it was.

Our victim worked
in a video game arcade
in the next big town
to the north of here.

How'd you get that?

There was a big storm
here last week, wasn't it?

A lot of rain.
4 inches of snow up in the mountains.

When the river rises,
this spot must be underwater.

He must have been brought down from somewhere
upriver and got caught in the tree.

Okay, but what about the arcade?

Well, this is a token
used for video games.
And this is a peruvian finger cuff.
They give 'em away as cheap prizes.
Our man looks a little old
to be hanging out
in a video game arcade...
unless he's into kids.
He doesn't look the type.
I bet he works in one. 
We find the arcade,
we find the information.

- What's the next big town upriver?
- Sierra vista.

Okay, it's a theory.
We're done. He's all yours.

Do I detect a slight residue
- of grumpiness in your demeanor?
- No.

I swear to you, Lisbon,
your gift is on its way.

I'm not grumpy, and I don't give
a damn about your supposed gift.

- She's still grumpy with me, isn't she?
Not touching that. ์•ˆ ๋ถˆ์Œํ•ด์š”

 

# Sierra Vista, California
- This is the only arcade in town.
- Only a couple miles from the river.

Gasoline, cheese, mesquite. *๋ฉ”์Šคํ‚คํŠธ(๋‚จ๋ฏธ์‚ฐ ๋‚˜๋ฌด. ์ˆฏ์„ ๋งŒ๋“ค๊ฑฐ๋‚˜ ์Œ์‹ ๊ตฝ๋Š” ๋ถˆ์„ ํ”ผ์šธ ๋•Œ ํ”ํžˆ ์“ฐ์ž„)
- It's wonderful. This is the place.


- Yeah, we'll see.

Hey, you got a dollar on you?
I'll give it right back to you.
Bingo.

Okay, you're right.

Here you go. Have fun.

 

#
That's Ed Didrikson.
He's been working for
me about two years.

- What happened?
- Somebody killed him.

Can you think of
why that would happen?

No, he kept to himself mostly. ์กฐ์šฉํ•œ ์นœ๊ตฌ ์˜€์–ด์š”
No trouble.
No trouble at all.
An honest, reliable, married
man-type guy.

Wife's name?

Don't recall.
Karen, Carol, somethin' like that.

And what was
his position here, exactly?

Shift manager. He ran the till, *๋น„๊ฒฉ์‹ (์ƒ์ ์˜) ๊ณ„์‚ฐ๋Œ€
kept the kids in line. *๊ทœ์น™์„ ์ง€ํ‚ค๋‹ค[์ง€ํ‚ค๊ฒŒ ํ•˜๋‹ค], ์ •๋ ฌํ•ด ์žˆ๋‹ค[ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ํ•˜๋‹ค]
He was good at that.
It's a responsible position.

Any money go missing lately?

- Nope. And I keep tabs, trust me.
- And why should we trust you?

It's just a phrase,
like, "you know?"

- What do I know?


- No, you don't know anything.
I'm saying,
it's just a thing to say. ๊ทธ๋ƒฅ ํ•˜๋Š” ๋ง์ด์—์š”

It's a figure of speech. *๋น„์œ ์  ํ‘œํ˜„
- So I shouldn't trust you, really.


- Yeah... no, you should.

When was the last time
you saw Didrikson?

Friday night when he left work.
He didn't show up for work next day.
I called his home.
First there was no answer.
The next day, his wife was there,
said he was away
on a family emergency.
- Doesn't know when he'll be back.


- An emergency?

- That's all she said.


- How was her tone?
Was she calm or was she... upset?

Upset, I guess.

- We'll need the home address.
Sure thing.

Now...
If you wouldn't mind.

 

#
- Kinda hard to trust the guy.
- Yep.

You and Rigsby stay here.
Talk to the kids Didrikson kept in line.
See if they have
the same take on the guy. *take ์˜๊ฒฌ, ํ•ด์„
Cho, Van pelt and I
are gonna go talk to the wife.

All right. We'll see you later.

Teenagers.
I hate questioning teenagers.
It's like talking to mud.

- You need some love in your heart.
- Is that my problem?

Yeah, it is.
Stay close.

Great.

Not bad. Not bad at all.
You want to see
how it's supposed to be done?

- What are you, sex perverts or cops?
- See what I mean?

He's a cop.
I'm just a concerned citizen. *๊ด€์‹ฌ์ด ์žˆ๋Š”

All right, we got nothing
to say to you.

Yeah. Screw the cops.

Even for a midget villain
like yourself,
That's an untenable *๊ฒฉ์‹ ๋ฐฉ์–ด[์˜นํ˜ธ]๋  ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋Š” (↔tenable)
ethical position.
Every modern society has
some kind of police force.
It's like saying, "screw
the public transport system."
Thank you.

 

#
What'd you find out?


County tax collectors
list the owners
as Ed and Jenny Didrikson.
Moved here two years ago from Texas.
No kids, no criminal records,
not much of anything
as far as the data goes. ๋ฐ์ดํ„ฐ์ƒ์—์„œ๋Š” ๋ณ„๋‹ค๋ฅธ ๊ฒŒ ์—†์–ด์š”
The only odd thing is they paid
for the house in cash.
No mortgage. ์€ํ–‰ ์œต์ž ์—†์ด

 

#
That's crazy.
How'd you do that?

Focus. Watch as I make
this machine do my bidding. *์ž๊ธฐ๊ฐ€ ๋”ธ ์˜ˆ์ƒ ์ ์ˆ˜[ํŒจ] ๋ถ€๋ฅด๊ธฐ, ๋น„๋“œํ•˜๊ธฐ
Do exactly as I..
tell you.
You... take over.
You...
come with me.
Have a seat.
So...
tell us what you know
about Ed Didrikson.

Eddie that works here?
I mean, eddie's a cool guy.

- He'll hook you up if he knows you.
- Hook you up? With what?

Weed, you know?
It's tiny's stuff, but...

- tiny?

 
- He's a biker. He rolls with the x's. *ํ•จ๊ป˜ ๋†€๋‹ค
It's his stuff, same price,
but he doesn't mess with people
like tiny does. Or you could
borrow money from him.
He charges a heavy vig, *์‹ ์กฐ์–ด ์ œ 3์ž๊ฐ€ ์†Œํ”„ํŠธ์›จ์–ด ๊ธฐ์ˆ ์„ ์ œ๊ณตํ•˜์—ฌ ํŒ๋งค์ž์™€ ๊ตฌ๋งค์ž๊ฐ€ ๊ฑฐ๋ž˜ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋„๋ก ํ•œ ํ›„ ์ฒญ๊ตฌํ•˜๋Š” ์†Œ์•ก ์ˆ˜์ˆ˜๋ฃŒ
but that's all right.

- That's what Didrikson calls it a vig?
- Did I say it right? Vig?

- Is he saying it wrong?


- No, no. That's right.
Anything else
you could tell us about him?

He's always talking about respect.
He won't tolerate any kind of diss. *๋น„๊ฒฉ์‹ ํŠนํžˆ ็พŽ ๊ฒฝ๋ฉธํ•˜๋‹ค
This one time, slow
ritchie gave him the finger.
He just reached out and broke it.
You could hear the bone crack.
Ritchie's on the floor screaming,
and did just looks at him real cold.
He cusses him out *๊ตฌ์‹ ๋น„๊ฒฉ์‹ ์š•ํ•˜๋‹ค
in french or something
and goes about his business.

- In french?
- I don't know. Something foreign.

Interesting.
Do you know he's dead?

- Eddie?
- Yeah.

No. What happened?

Thanks for your help.
You can go now.

 

#
Back door's locked as well.
Feels like a dead bolt.

Somebody's watching us
from the upstairs window.

Jenny Didrikson?
CBI.
Police.
Let us in.
We'd like to speak with you.
We don't have time
to wait for a warrant.
But we do have reason to believe
that somebody's life is in danger.
Right?

Mrs. Didrikson?

You get the hell out of my house
right now, you murdering scum.
- I swear to god, I'll blow you away.


- Mrs. Didrikson,
I'm gonna show you my badge.

I got people coming.
You better get out of here.

Mrs. Didrikson,
we're with the California
Bureau of Investigation.
- Put the gun down.


- California bureau of my ass.
You get the hell outta here.
I will shoot you.

This is my cell phone.
I'm gonna dial 911,
and we will get
uniformed policemen here,
and they will sort everything out. *๋ฌธ์ œ๋ฅผ ํ•ด๊ฒฐํ•˜๋‹ค
In the meantime, we'll all relax.

Screw you!
I'm gonna count to ten,
and then I'm gonna start shooting.
One...
<i>- two...


- Lisbon.</i>


- Jane, get off the phone.


- Three...

- I think I know what we have here.


- Four...

- I've got a situation.


- Five...

<i>Didrikson worked with the mob...</i>

<i>- seven.


- That's why he's out here.</i>


Eight...

Freeze! Don't move!
Drop your weapons.
Get down on the ground.
Put your hands on your heads!

Who are you people?

We're with the California
Bureau of Investigation.
I'm agent Lisbon.
These are agents Cho and Van pelt.

- We're US Marshals. ์ €ํฐ ์—ฐ๋ฐฉ ๋ณด์•ˆ๊ด€ ์ž…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค
- Yeah, we can see that.

Okay, fellas. Stand down.
Jenny?
Jenny, it's us.
Sweetheart,
put the gun down. It's okay.
It's all right.
Sorry, agent. I didn't mean
to scare you like that.
You know, we hear
the bell, come running.

That's all right.
We weren't scared.

No hard feelings, right? *์–ธ์งข๊ฒŒ ์ƒ๊ฐํ•˜์ง€๋งˆ
Come on down, Jenny.
It's all right.

All right, so why are you here?
What did eddie do now?

He's dead.
Single shot to the forehead.
- We found him 50 miles downriver.


- Damn.

 

I knew this would happen.


You didn't know he was missing
while he was under your protection?

Jenny informed us
he was missing three days ago.
He's been a. W. o. L. Before.
We just figured he was out,
another drunk or something.

You sons o'bitches!
I told you they'd get him!
And I told you! You bastards!
Bastards.

What'd I miss?

 

#
Up until two years ago, Ed Didrikson
was Eddie Russo from Philadelphia.
He ran numbers ํšŒ๊ณ„๋ฅผ ๋‹ด๋‹นํ–ˆ์ฃ 
for the Battaglia family...
and loan sharking and collections. *๊ณ ๋ฆฌ๋Œ€๊ธˆ์—…
Then he got caught
with 10 kilos of cocaine.
The feds flipped him. *FBI๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ฐฐ์‹ ํ–ˆ์–ด์š”
The guy actually testified
against Santino Battaglia
and his family.
The old man didn't go down,
but two of his sons got life.
Russo and his wife moved
down here under our supervision
- with the witness relocation program.


- So what do you think happened here?
- What went wrong, do you think?


- The same old story. ๋ป”ํ•˜์ฃ 
These people, they can't resist
contacting somebody from back home,
from their old life
and that person tells somebody,
and eventually, somebody sells
him out to Santino Battaglia.
- You know, it happens.


- We tell them again and again...
"look, your old life is dead.
It's gone. Forget it,"
- They don't listen.


- So you people are witness protection?

Then.

So that means you're supposed
to protect people?

We're not bodyguards, agent.
We don't babysit these people.

Consultant. She's the agent.
I'm the consultant.

- Agent.
- You were saying? ๊ณ„์†ํ•˜์‹œ์ฃ 

Consultant?
Okay. We physically meet
with our clients once a week.
And our last scheduled
appointment with Eddie was what,
the day before he
disappeared, right?

And Jenny told you he was missing,
and you did nothing?

What should we have done?
Alert the media?
We were looking
for 'em, and like I said,
it wasn't the first time
Eddie had jumped the fence.
This isn't our fault.

Did you know that Eddie
was dealing drugs?

 

No.

 

Yeah.

Selling marijuana
and pills to children.

 

No. Where did you get that?


A kid down at the arcade
where Eddie worked.
Said he was fronting ์•Œ์„ ํƒ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค๊ณ  ํ•˜๋”๊ตฐ์š”
for a biker named... Tiny.

You guys have been busy, huh? ๋ฐ”์˜๊ฒŒ ๋Œ์•„๋‹ค๋‹ˆ์…จ๊ตฐ์š”?

Just to be clear on this,
you didn't know about
any criminal activities
the victim might
have been engaged in?

Look, he was a made man, *๋ฏธ·์†์–ด ๋งˆํ”ผ์•„์˜ ์ •์‹ ๋ฉค๋ฒ„[์ผ์›]
a mafioso. It's not like *๋งˆํ”ผ์•„(๋‹จ)์˜ ํ•œ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ
he's gonna turn around,
join the church choir.

- So you didn't know?
- No, we didn't.

Nor do we now, actually,
and you wanna know something?
This is starting to sound
an awful lot like an interrogation.
Not appreciated.
We have reports to write.
It was very nice to have met you.

 

#
Do you prefer Gina or Jenny?

Who gives a damn? ๋ฌด์Šจ ์ƒ๊ด€์ด๋žŒ?
Call me what you like.

Gina then.

When did you last see your husband?

It was last friday morning.
He never came home from work.
He called that afternoon,
said he had some business to do
and that he was gonna be home late.
And that was the last time
I heard from him.

What kind of business was that?

I don't know.
Business. I didn't ask.

You didn't ask or you didn't
want to know?

Oh, I get it.
He's a bad man, right?
He must have been doing
something wrong. He's out there
raping and killing people,
must've...
must've deserved what he
got. Is that it? Huh?
What's he gonna do wrong
in this place?
- Vandalize a cactus?


- You don't like it here?

You know what the worst part is?
The food.
They got no good red sauce,
no sausage
and they put pineapple
on their pizza.

Do you have any idea
who might have done this?

Who do you think?
It was that pig,
sonny Battaglia, and his people.
They swore they would get *swear-swore-sworn ์š•์„ํ•˜๋‹ค, ๋งน์„ธํ•˜๋‹ค
my husband, and now they have.
My husband did the right thing,
didn't he?
He did what his country
asked him to do.

So why is it that
they didn't take care of us
like they were supposed to?

Did you or your husband
recently talk to anyone
from the old days,
from your previous life?

- What, are we idiots? No.


- Who do you talk to?

Yeah, right. Who?
I talk to no one.
The wind.

So how would the Battaglias
have found out where you were located?

It was the marshals, of course.

Somebody paid one of those
witsec sons o'bitches *witness security program
- to rat us out. *๊ฝ์ง€๋ฅผ ๋นผ๊ณ  ๋„๋ง๊ฐ€๋‹ค, ์†์„ ๋–ผ๋‹ค; (๋‚จ์„) ๋‚ด๋ฒ„๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๋Œ๋ณด์ง€ ์•Š๋‹ค


- Gina, look at me.
Whoever did this...
we will catch them.
I promise.

 

Okay.

 

#

- What'd you learn?


- She's scared, she's of italian descent *ํ˜ˆํ†ต, ๊ฐ€๋ฌธ, ๊ฐ€๊ณ„ (=ancestry)
she bites her nails, she doesn't
like pets or pineapple.

Useful stuff.
Cho, reach out
to the organized crime unit.
Get a line on Sonny Battaglia.
Find out who's in charge,
who they might hire to do
something like this.
You and Rigsby go and find Tiny.
Bring him in.

Do we know who he rides with?

The kids did say something
about him being with the x's.

I know a guy in San Berdoo,
has a CI with him.
We'll find Tiny. No problem.

 

#
- Hey, we're closed.
- Is one of you Tiny?

Who's askin'? ๋‹น์‹ ๋“ค์€ ๋ˆ„๊ตฌ์š”?
- We're with the CBI.

Get out of here before I call
your parole officers. *๊ฐ€์„๋ฐฉ

You got me! ๋‚˜ํ•œํ…Œ ๋Œ€๋ฉด ์–ด๋–กํ•ด!

Sorry.

Let's bring him on the chair.
We just wanted to ask
you some questions. That's all.

I don't like cops.

Ed Didrikson was found
dead yesterday.

What do you know about that?

Who's Ed Didrikson?

You were in business with Ed.
Dealing marijuana?

Mari... what?

We just want to find out
who killed him.
Help us with that. We don't care
about your other... business.

Eddie was a rat.
Rats get dead.
Not by me. Not by me.
But it happens.
Nobody likes rats.

He ratted you out? ์—๋””๊ฐ€ ๋„ ๋ฐฐ์‹ ํ–ˆ์–ด?

A couple weeks back,
Eddie and me were
in his car doing business.
We got busted by sierra vista PD,
holding 10 pounds of weed.

I'm in the tank two days. ๊ฐ๋ฐฉ์— ์ดํ‹€ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋Š”๋ฐ
go before the judge, ์žฌํŒ์„ ๋ฐ›์•˜์–ด
and it's just me.
Eddie's gone, and I mean gone.
He's not even on the docket anymore. *(ํŠน์ • ๋ฒ•์ •์—์„œ ์ฒ˜๋ฆฌํ•ด์•ผ ํ• ) ์‚ฌ๊ฑด ์ผ๋žŒํ‘œ
He's off the original arrest report.


- So what does that tell you?

Obviously he's a narc *็พŽ ๋น„๊ฒฉ์‹ ๋งˆ์•ฝ ์ „๋‹ด ์ˆ˜์‚ฌ๊ด€, ๋งˆ์•ฝ ๋‹จ์† ๊ฒฝ์ฐฐ
or a snitch. *๋น„๊ฒฉ์‹ ๋ชป๋งˆ๋•…ํ•จ (์•„์ด๊ฐ€ ๋ถ€๋ชจ๋‹˜·์„ ์ƒ๋‹˜์—๊ฒŒ) ์ผ๋Ÿฌ๋ฐ”์น˜๋‹ค[๊ณ ์ž์งˆํ•˜๋‹ค] (=sneak)
And he's so well-connected,
he don't mind that I know
that's what he is...
dirty low-down scum. * ๋น„๊ฒฉ์‹ ์•ผ๋น„ํ•œ, ๋น„์—ดํ•œ (=mean)
That don't mean I killed him.

 

#
So sierra vista PD. Confirmed
that John "Tiny" Callahan
was arrested two weeks ago
on marijuana charges.
They say he was alone,
not with Ed Didrikson.
Don't know anything about him,
apparently.

What about the records
for the vehicle tiny was busted in?

No vehicle.
He was stopped on the street.

Walking around
with 10 pounds of marijuana?

- That's what the police chief says.
- What'd he sound like when he said it?

Like he was covering
for some other guy's mess.


So we need to speak to those marshals again.

I'm gonna make that call.
- Any word on Sonny Battaglia?


- After his two sons went to prison,
Sonny Battaglia retired,
left the family business
to his number two,
Joseph Angelini.


So angelini would only want
to send Eddie Russo his best wishes.
It's Battaglia who
would want him dead.

He's out of the business,
pushing 70. 
Plays a lot of golf in palm desert.
Some people say
he's not really retired,
that he's just playing it that
way to keep his hands clean.

Palm desert right
here in California?

 

No.


Palm desert's not in California?

No, you can't sneak off and try *์Šฌ๊ทธ๋จธ๋‹ˆ ๋– ๋‚˜๋‹ค
and talk to Sonny Battaglia.

I thought you meant
palm desert wasn't in California.
It is in California, right?

 

# Palm Desert
Excuse me!
Sonny Battaglia?

- Keep moving, Jack.


- Name's Jane.
Patrick Jane.
I need a moment of your time,
if I may.

For what?

Speak about Eddie Russo.

You a cop?

 

No.


Good.
You alone?

 

Yeah.

 

Shoot him.

There's 3 reasons I'm not scared.
Okay, I'm scared,
but there's 3 reasons
I'm not terrified.

Please tell.

One.
You don't get to be your age, rich
and unimprisoned by shooting people
willy-nilly on golf courses. *์‹ซ๋“  ์ข‹๋“  (์ƒ๊ด€์—†์ด), ์ข‹์•„ํ•˜๋“  ๋ง๋“ 

Until now.
You know what consistency is? ์ผ๊ด€์„ฑ์ด ๋ญ”์ง€๋Š” ์•Œ์ง€?

The hobgoblin of little minds? ํŽธํ˜‘ํ•œ ์ž์˜ ํ—›๋œ ๋ง์ƒ์ด์ฃ 

*(์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ ์†์˜) ๋ง์ฝ์Ÿ์ด ์š”์ •[๋„๊นจ๋น„]

Right.
Emerson.
Reason number two?

I can significantly improve
your golf game.

You and a hundred other baccalas. ๋ง์ด์•ผ ์‰ฝ์ง€
Reason number three?

I know where to find Eddie Russo.

How do I improve my game?

It's very simple.
You have to think of hitting the ball
more as, an act of creation.
What you need...
is a little more flow.

Flow?
I changed my mind.
Shoot him.

- What's your favorite song?
- You're the smart ass. You tell me.

It's either Elvis, Sinatra
or italian opera.

Enrico caruso singing "Santa Lucia."

Perfect. Could you hand me one of those sticks,
and we'll get started?

Sticks?

Whatever you call 'em.
Not the fat one. Get the other kind.

Okay, well, that's a little
fat, but I'll make it work.

Flow.

 

#
- Thanks for coming.
- What's the deal? We don't have much time.

Why don't you have a seat
in my office? It's quieter.
You remember agent cho.

How you doin'?


I won't beat around the bush. *๋ณ€์ฃฝ๋งŒ ์šธ๋ฆฌ๋‹ค, ํ•ต์‹ฌ์€ ํ”ผํ•˜๊ณ  ๋”ด์ฒญ๋งŒ ๋ถ€๋ฆฌ๋‹ค
2 weeks ago, did you get Eddie Russo
off the hook for a drug bust?

No, we did not.

Somebody did, and it made
his accomplice very angry at him.

Why would we do that?

Maybe you had a deal with Russo.
He gets to deal drugs or what have you,
And you look the other way
or maybe even help him,
As long as he keeps
helping the feds.

Let me explain
the real world to you,
Teresa.
Russo's been squeezed dry *~๋ฅผ ์ฅ์–ด์งค ๋Œ€๋กœ ์ฅ์–ด์งœ๋‹ค[~์—๊ฒŒ์„œ (๋ˆ·์ •๋ณด ๋“ฑ์„) ์žˆ๋Š” ๋Œ€๋กœ ๋‹ค ์šฐ๋ ค๋‚ด๋‹ค]
of testimony. ๋ฃจ์†Œ๋Š” ์ฆ์–ธ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์— ์—„์ฒญ๋‚˜๊ฒŒ ์‹œ๋‹ฌ๋ ธ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค
Federal prosecutors
don't need him anymore.
They don't care what happens to him
and neither do we.
He gets busted, that's his problem,
and it's less work for us.

So either the local cops
were in business with Eddie
or my guess...

You're just as misinformed
as you are disrespectful and dumb. *๋‹น์‹ ์€ ๋ฌด๋ก€ํ•˜๊ณ  ๋ฉ์ฒญํ•  ๋งŒํผ ์ž˜๋ชป๋œ ์ •๋ณด๋ฅผ ๊ฐ€์ง€๊ณ  ์žˆ๋‹ค

Bye now.

Seems dirty, doesn't he?

Why don't you check with I.A. about him
and his partner? See if anything pops.

All right.

Where's Jane?

Don't get mad, but I have a feeling
he went down to talk to Battaglia.

Damn it.


Should one of us head down
to Palm Desert just in case?

He made his bed. *make one's bed ๊ตฌ์–ด ๋ถˆํ–‰์„ ์ž์ดˆํ•˜๋‹ค

 

#
Santa Lucia.
Santa Lucia.


I should've shot you myself
when you showed up.

 

Santa Lucia.
All the hours I spent
on this course...
The thousands I wasted
on videotapes and coaching.
And blondie here,
he does it with singing.
How do you like that?

I'm just polishing the talent
that was already there.

Yeah, yeah, so now tell me,
my strange new friend,
where's Eddie Russo?

- You didn't know?
- Know what?

Eddie Russo's dead.

No kidding.

Killed a couple days ago.

He's in the state morgue in Sacramento *์‹œ์ฒด ์•ˆ์น˜์†Œ, ์˜์•ˆ์‹ค (→mortuary)
under the name of Ed Didrikson.

Who did it?

You don't know?
Interesting.

- Who did it?
- I don't know.

Today is a good day.

Good.

 

Listen,
If you ever found out who killed Eddie,
you call me, okay?

'Cause I want to send
whoever did it some flowers
- and a thank you note.


- What's your number?

What are you doin'?
Don't give him your number.

This guy?
What is he gonna do?

Here. It's a clean line.
You can talk.

Thank you.
So if you didn't do it, then who would
have done it? Who was next in line? *๋‹ค์Œ ์ˆœ์„œ๋Š” ๋ˆ„๊ตฌ์ฃ ?

An angry husband, most likely.
Eddie was a degenerate skirt hound. ์—๋””๋Š” ์—ฌ์ž ์‚ฌ๋ƒฅ๊ฐœ์˜€๋„ค *degenerate ํ‡ดํ์ ์ธ, ํƒ€๋ฝํ•œ

Is that right?

An animal, compulsive. *(์ž๊ธฐ ํ–‰๋™์„) ํ†ต์ œํ•˜์ง€ ๋ชปํ•˜๋Š”, ์ƒ์Šต์ ์ธ
Tell me, how was it done?
- How did they do it to him?


- I can assure you he didn't suffer.
But thanks for your time,
Mr. Battaglia. See you later.

- I'm not finished talking with you yet.
- I'm finished talking with you.

What are you,
Al Pacino all of a Sudden?
People don't act that way with me.

I do when there's witnesses around.

What am I gonna do with this guy?
He's got a screw loose. *์†์–ด ๋น„์ •์ƒ์ ์ธ[๋จธ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์ด์ƒํ•œ] ์‚ฌ๋žŒ

You think you have a certain
outlaw charm about you, and you do,
but you live by oppression.
In reality, you're just a greedy,
twisted little sadist.

Screw you, blondie.
You're lucky you helped me
beat Arnold Palmer here.
Or I'd plug you right now.
The hell with the witnesses!

Screw you. ์ž๋„ค๊ฐ€ ๋‹นํ–ˆ๊ตฐ

 

#
You played golf
with Sonny Battaglia?

Sonny...
I did.

- And what did you learn?


- He didn't kill Russo,
- and golf is, oddly, very easy. *์ด์ƒ[ํŠน์ด]ํ•˜๊ฒŒ (=strangely)


- And you're sure of this?

I'm very sure. It's all about rhythm.
Anyone could do it.
Sonny's clean, at least I think.
It's hard to say with a sociopath.
That doesn't mean that some other
mafioso didn't do it, of course.
Sonny thinks it was an ex-lover.

The key is who sprung Eddie from that
charge, I'm betting it's those marshals.

We're gonna have to accuse *ํ˜์˜๋ฅผ ์ œ๊ธฐํ•˜๋‹ค
the Sierra Vista P.D. of double-dealing.
That should be fun.

A vehicle registered to Ed Didrikson
just entered the system.
It was towed from the lot
outside house of games monday morning.

Sierra Vista P.D. couldn't find
their ass in the dark. ์‹œ์—๋ผ๋น„์Šคํƒ€ ๊ฒฝ์ฐฐ๋“ค ์‰ฝ๊ฒŒ ๋น ์ ธ๋‚˜๊ฐ€๊ธด ํž˜๋“ค๊ฒ ๋„ค์š”

So if Russo's car was still parked outside house of games,

Somebody must have picked him up.

 

Maybe the arcade security cameras
have a picture of who it was.

- Why don't you two find out?
- Right.

You guys go find out.
I'll find the couch.
There it is.

 

#
We need to look
at your security tapes.

Tapes? I have no tapes.

- You have cameras.


- Of course,
but only the little red light works.
That's all you need
What are you guys looking for anyhow?
Nothing happened here.

- We want to know who picked up Russo.

 

I can tell you that.
His wife picked him up.
I saw her in the parking lot.

- His wife?
- Yeah.

- You sure it was her?


- Sure.
I-I mean, I assume it was her.
She's picked him up a couple times before.

Brunette, slim, maybe 5'4"? *ํ‘๊ฐˆ์ƒ‰ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ์˜ ๋ฐฑ์ธ ์—ฌ์„ฑ

No. A pretty black lady about 5'10".

 

#
Boss, we're gonna need to speak to
Marshal Knox about a few things.

What do you people think you're
playing at? Who's your supervisor?
I want some answers right now.

Uh, Lisbon?

I'm gonna make sure you regret
that you ever screwed with me, pal.

- I'm not even a cop.
- Hello, Marshals Exley.

I just got a call from my
supervisor telling me that
you put in an official request to question marshal
Knox as a person of interest in the Russo case.

- Yes.


- It's all over the department. ๋ถ€์„œ ์ „์ฒด์— ํผ์กŒ์†Œ
Why are you trying to ruin her?

Did you know she was with Russo on
Friday night, the night he vanished?

So you're saying that she fingered
him, that she set him up for the mob?

- Well, it certainly looks that way.


- No. That's garbage. It's absurd.
- I would have known.


- Just saying.

She's my partner, for god's sake.
I would know if she wasn't straight.

We confirmed with the Sierra Vista PD
The night that Russo got arrested, Knox
came in and had them drop the charges
As if she was doing it on
behalf of the Marshal service. *on behalf of …์„ ๋Œ€์‹ ํ•˜์—ฌ, …์„ ๋Œ€ํ‘œํ•˜์—ฌ, …์„ ์œ„ํ•ด์„œ. (=as a representative of.)

Why would she do that?

Well, there's no use in fingering Russo
if he's locked up safe in prison.

No, this is a mistake.
There's some explanation.

Then why can't we find
her to hear her say that?

I don't know.

Do you know where she is now?

No.

All right then.

 

#
Ma'am?
Hello?

She's hardly breathing.
Better call it in. *(์˜์‚ฌ·๊ฒฝ์ฐฐ ๋“ฑ์„) ๋ถ€๋ฅด๋‹ค

2 alpha 44, I need fire and rescue to roll
code 3 to the 500 block of Lexington,
attempt suicide.

 

#
Got it. Thanks.
She's at county general. ์นด์šดํ‹ฐ ์ข…ํ•ฉ๋ณ‘์›
They're pumping her stomach now.

Is she gonna be okay?

Well, they don't know what she took
or how much, so it's too early to tell.

- But looks like she's gonna make it.
- Okay.

I'm gonna go see her.

Wait. W-we'll come with.

No, that's all right.
I-I can handle this.

I respect your distress. *(์ •์‹ ์ ) ๊ณ ํ†ต, ๊ดด๋กœ์›€
She's your partner.
But please understand
our situation here.

We've got a case to run, and
she's still a person of interest. *์š”์ฃผ์˜ ์ธ๋ฌผ ('์šฉ์˜์ž'๋ฅผ ์ˆœํ™”ํ•œ ์šฉ์–ด)
We need to speak to her.

Okay, I understand. You got a job to do.

Oh, here's a thought--
- what if you did it?


- Me? What?

Sure. Knox wasn't setting
up Russo with the mob.
She was meeting him that night
because they were having an affair.

- Yeah, that makes sense.
- It does, doesn't it?


You're out of your mind.

That lowlife crook in *crook ๋น„๊ฒฉ์‹ ์‚ฌ๊ธฐ๊พผ (=criminal)
bed with your Christy?
And don't try to tell us you
don't have a secret crush on her.

- That's crap, pal.
- You see the anger?

The sort of scandal that could
screw up your career along with hers.
I mean, I understand. Any man in
your position would want to kill him.

That's enough.

Oh, I'm not saying that
you knew about the affair.
I'm just saying that if you
did, you'd be our prime suspect.
It's funny, really. Your best defense is your
apparent lack of the most basic detective skills.

- Oh, you little son of a bitch.
- Easy.

Hey, I'm sorry. I'm just
thinking out loud. No offense.

- You're right. No offense.
- None taken. ๊ดœ์ฐฎ์•„์š”

Well, you certainly pushed
his button didn't you?
Cho, come to the hospital with me.
You two talk to Gina Russo.
Find out what she thinks about all this.
Try and behave yourself. ์–Œ์ „ํžˆ ์žˆ์–ด์š”

I'll do my best.
- Can I see your phone?

 

- Do you think he did it--Exley?

I don't know. Do you think he did?

Well, if there was an affair, he
had motive, like you say.

Yeah, if.

And he didn't respond
well to being prodded. *์žฌ์ด‰[์ด‰๊ตฌ]ํ•˜๋‹ค

Nobody does.

When someone answers, can
you say, "is Mary there?"

- Why?
- Just for fun.

Santa Lucia!

Hi. um, is Mary there?

No, lady, it's the wrong number.

- Wrong number. What was that about?
Groundwork. ์ดˆ์„ ๋งˆ๋ จ์ด์ฃ 

Can I have a look at your phone?

Here, hold these.
Try 'em on.
They look good.
Do you
have, uh, whatchamacallit-- *๋น„๊ฒฉ์‹ ๊ฑฐ ๋ญ๋ผ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ, ๊ฑฐ์‹œ๊ธฐ
- Uh, warm-up gear, training
sweats, shiny type?

 

- No. Yeah.

- Where are you going with this?
- Ask to speak to Mary. ๋ฉ”๋ฆฌ ์ข€ ๋ฐ”๊ฟ” ๋‹ฌ๋ผ๊ณ  ํ•ด์š”

Oh, I don't like this.

- Can I speak to Mary, please?
- No.

- What did they say?
- "no."

- Who was that?
- Just an old friend.

- Where's your sweat gear?
- Uh,  in my locker.

All right,  let's go.

Jane?

#
Here we go.

Okay,  but I'd feel better
if Lisbon knew about this.

Then tell her.
You know what to do, right?

You just stay for a few minutes
until she gets comfortable,
and then when Rigsby calls, you leave.

What's my reason for leaving?

Oh, it doesn't matter. Something
to do with work. Just be vague.

Rigsby's right, you know.
Lisbon told us to go see Gina Russo.
She told you to stay out of trouble.

Sonny, hi. Patrick Jane.

Oh, yeah, you. Okay, you got a name for me?

Uh, no. Not yet. Maybe
soon. Never mind about that.
Mary wants to know, has anyone
left any messages for her?

Are you crazy?
Listen, u little jerk.
I will tear your freakin' head off
and stick it where the sun don't--

You gotta talk to the Marshals for me.
I want to know when I'm gonna get moved.

Uh, that's not really
our purview, but-- *(ํ™œ๋™·์ง๊ถŒ·๊ด€๋ฆฌ ๋“ฑ์˜) ๋ฒ”์œ„, ์˜์—ญ, ๊ถŒํ•œ

Thank you. I'd appreciate it.

What's he doing?

Oh, uh, you said you can't
get any good food out here,
So, uh, I thought I'd
come by and cook you some.
if you want to help, you can Chop these.

Okay.

Do you have an apron?

I can't imagine being stuck out here
in the desert alone with the coyotes
And the tumbleweeds and the bad red sauce.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Out here, you're all alone.
When you said you were homesick, Eddie
probably told you to make friends,
Join a gym or something, right?

Yoga, he says.

Yoga.
'Cause standing on your head listening
to flute music is definitely the answer.

Yeah. Okay, got it.
I gotta go do something. Work.

Well, come back quick.
We'll still be here.

All right, great.

- Mm, that was good.
- Not bad at all.

- Salute.
- Salute.

Gina, we believe that Eddie was having a romantic
relationship with Christy Knox from the witsec program.

Romantic?
With the marshal lady? Are you
kidding? No. Never happen. No.

Why are you so sure?
Eddie liked the ladies, right?
Didn't he? Womanizer. Famous for it.

Yeah, maybe in his old
life, but he changed.

Changed? Really?
You believe that people
can change who they are?

Yeah, sure. People can change.

Eddie couldn't change. No.
He used to be somebody. Now
he's got to be nobody. No.
Even after he dragged you all the
way out here to the middle of nowhere, *(๋‹ค๋ฅธ ๊ฑด๋ฌผ·๋งˆ์„ ๋“ฑ์—์„œ) ๋ฉ€๋ฆฌ ๋–จ์–ด์ง„[์™ธ๋–จ์–ด์ง„] ๊ณณ
There's still some nights he
doesn't come home, just like before.
Before you can move on, Gina, you
gotta make things right now. ๋ฐ”๋กœ ์žก์•„์•ผ ํ•ด์š”
Tell me the truth.

I'm not sayin' nothin'.

You found out he was cheating.
You snapped, and you shot him.

You can say whatever you like. It
means nothing. You have to prove it.

Where did you do it?
What happened to the gun that you used?

You want some coffee? Dessert?

No, thanks.

The reason I'm here alone--
My colleagues are kind
of straight arrows.
I don't want 'em getting mixed
up in anything, you know, sketchy. ๋Œ€์ถฉ ๋งํ•˜์ž๋ฉด

What sketchy?

I went to talk to Sonny Battaglia.
Impressive man. Knows
how to get what he wants.

He's a vicious scumbag.

Yeah, he is. Didn't speak
too well of you, either.
Seems to think it was you that encouraged
Eddie to rat in the first place.

- That's not true.
- It's what he thinks.

And you know what he's like once he
gets that idea in his head-- stubborn.
He offered me a very sweet deal.

What kind of a deal?

- What kind of deal do you think?
- You tell me.

You can either make me look good with
the cops and confess to what you've done,
Or you can make me look
good with Sonny Battaglia...
And die.
That's your Choice.

Die? You're a cop.

And cops never bend the law, do they?
Besides, I'm not even really a cop.
I'm just a consultant...
Lookin' out for number one. ์ตœ์„ ์ด ๋ญ”์ง€ ์ƒ๊ฐํ•ด๋ณด์„ธ์š”
You better make up your mind.
Battaglia's man is on his way.

I don't believe you.

Well, I'll call sonny and
have him tell you himself.
You remember his voice, don't you?
Don't you?

- Yeah.
- Hey, sonny.

- You again?
- Yeah, it's me again.

Better be what I wanna hear

You remember that woman we were
talking about? Well, she's right here.

Listen, you piece
of dirt, you dog--

yeah, sure. I'll put her on.

- Hello?


- You are dead! Do you hear me?
I am gonna rip off your
head and chew on your spine!
Nobody screws around with
me and lives! You hear me?

So what's it gonna be, Gina?
Confess or die?

- You can't do this.


- Oh, I'm doin' it.
Oh, he's here. Faster than I thought.
There's no guns in the house.
The police have taken 'em all.
It's either him or me, Gina.

All right. All right. I
did it, okay? I killed Eddie.

Good. Tell me the details.

You tell him to stop. Stop him!

Details.

I followed them from work
on Friday night. All right?
I watched them go to a motel.
Afterwards, she drove him back to
his car. There was no one around.
I shot him.
And then--and then I drove his body to
a bridge, and I dumped it over the edge.

Perfect, thank you. Agent
Rigsby, arrest this woman.

Put your hands behind your back.

 

Lookin' good, sport. Lookin' good.

 

#
Knox wanted to apologize to you personally, but
she's, uh, she's still in the hospital.

What is she gonna do now?

Well, she's out of the
Marshal service, of course.
Um, she's just gonna take
some time off, see what's next. ๋ญ˜ ํ• ์ง€ ์ƒ๊ฐํ•ด์•ผ์ฃ 
And, um, I want to apologize, too.
I got turned around, and, um, I *๋ฐ˜ํ•ญํ•˜๋‹ค, ๊ณต๊ฒฉ[๋น„๋‚œ]ํ•˜๋‹ค, ์ ๋Œ€ํ•˜๋‹ค((on, upon))
was out of line.
And congratulations on solving the case.

Come here. Give me a hug.
- Come on. There we go.


- Okay.
- You're a good man.
- All right.

Okay. Okay.

That's not how we do things
in the Marshals office,
But, uh, I guess it works.
You two, be well.

What were you thinking by
the way? Unbelievable.

Believe, Lisbon. Believe.

You gotta look at it this way--
We've closed yet another case.

Toying with mafia bosses is no
way to close cases. It's stupid.

You're just trying to
find fault, and I know why.

Oh, really?

Yeah. You're still a little grumpy about
the birthday present thing, aren't you?

Will you leave that alone? *๊ทธ๊ฒƒ ์ข€ ๋‚ด๋ฒ„๋ ค ๋‘˜๋ž˜์š”?

Oh, unbelievable. You know, you got
no reason to be grumpy anymore.

 

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