๐งก ํ๋ฉด ํ ์ชฝ์ ์์, ํ ์ชฝ์ ์ด ํฌ์คํธ
window ํค + ์ข์ฐ ๋ฐฉํฅํค
๐งก ๊ตต์ ๊ธ์จ : ์ตํ ๊ตฌ๋ฌธ
๋ฐ ์ค : ์ ์๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ถ๋ถ
* : ๊ตต์ ๊ธ์จ ๋ถ์ฐ ์ค๋ช , ์ฌ์ ๋ป
# : ์ฌ ์ ํ, ์ํฉ ์ ํ
#
We do this too, you know.
- What's that?
- Silence as a weapon.
Make people uneasy,
make them talk.
I get paid whether
you talk or not, Teresa.
CBI's been paying you
for five weeks now, doctor.
This was supposed to be routine.
Routine, like you have to see me
after a shooting, sure.
Not routine,
like I have to sign off on you. * ์๋ช
์ ํด์ ์น์ธํ๋ค/๊ฒฐ์ฌํ๋ค.
I didn't even pull the trigger on Tanner,
Jane did.
You signed off on him
after one session.
He has good mental health.
Now I want to see
your license to practice.
- Ha, ha.
- Ha, ha.
I've got six open cases,
I'm testifying in two more...
And it's not as if you have anything
to talk about. ํ ์๊ธฐ๋ผ๊ณค ์๋ ์ฌ๋์ฒ๋ผ ์ ์ด๋์?
Mom dead when you were 12,
three younger brothers...
...abusive alcoholic dad,
now dead also...
It doesn't say "abusive."
But he was, yes?
This coffee tastes like crap, seriously.
- Are we done?
- No.
Let's talk about
what you wanna talk about.
- What do you do for fun?
- Fun?
That thing when you're not working.
I... What does this have to do...?
Lisbon.
Yeah, I'll be right there.
Duty calls, I get it.
Dr. Carmen?
Why won't you sign off on me?
Because there's something
you wanna tell me first.
I'll see you next week.
#
- How'd we catch this one?
- Got an anonymous call...
...saying there's a dead body,
it's two blocks from us.
- There's just one problem.
- No body?
- No body.
- Oh, not the dumpsters.
Please not the dumpsters.
Look around for the body,
see what you see.
- Shrink day, huh?
- No.
Yes. Yes.
You have the line
between your eyebrows.
He annoys you. And besides,
you smell a little of his cigar smoke.
- I'm annoyed because I forgot my cell phone.
- Oh, right.
- Cho, anything?
- Nothing.
Did you know that if you weighed
every living thing on planet Earth...
...a quarter of that biomass *(ํน์ ์ง์ญ ๋ด์) ์๋ฌผ๋
would be just ants.
- That's a lot of ants.
- It is.
- Cho, anything?
- No sign of a body.
All right then, look in the dumpsters.
Let's get out of here.
I did it last time.
Oh, man, I just got this suit.
All right, Rock, Paper, Scissors on three.
Ready? One, two, three.
Been dry this fall, huh? No rain. ์ด๋ฒ ๊ฐ์์ ๊ฑด์กฐํ๋ค์
Like tinder. ๋ถ์ด ์ ๋๊ฒ ์ฃ *tinder ๋ถ์ฏ๊น, ๋ถ์์๊ฐ
Mm. That why those ants are looking
for moisture wherever they can find it.
Then why aren't all the ants
in the wet, stinky dumpsters?
Exactly. Because they've found
somewhere else...
...where there's a little more, mm..
Uh...
Rigsby?
- A little help here.
- Oh, please.
Looks like three to the chest,
point-blank. *(๋ชฉํ๋ฌผ์) ๋ฐ๋ก ๋๊ณ ์, ์์ฃผ ๊ฐ๊น์ด์์ ์
Perfect triangle formation.
No brass.
Looks like the shooter took
the shell casings with him.
Pro job.
I can't find any i.d.
Call forensics. Run him for prints.
Who is he? Name's William
mcteer, from San francisco,
serial child rapist, served
six years at pelican bay.
And you know this how?
I'm the one who sent him there.
ah.
We're near Marie's donuts.
Anyone want to go for a bear claw after? *large, sweet pastry filled with raisins and spices
Can't say I'm hungry.
#
Jane, we have a case. You
think I have time for games?
Life is a game. You have
plenty of time for that. Shh.
Shh! I'm gonna read your thoughts.
I want you to take a deep breath in...
And out.
Will you concentrate?
Name as many 20th century
presidents as you can... Now.
Uh, coolidge, wilson, roosevelt...
Um, eisenhower, truman,
kennedy, nixon, l.b.j.
Good.
Take another breath in...
And out.
Concentrate on which mug it is under.
I am listening to your thoughts.
Don't shout. I can hear you.
Open your eyes.
Well, you did have a 25% shot.
We could do it all day, and
I would get it every time.
Give me that. How'd you do it?
You told me, Lisbon.
Our minds are in sync.
In fact, right now... right
now I'm feeling something...
I'm getting it right here.
It's a... It's a nickname.
"saint... Teresa."
How come you never told me
how you know agent Bosco?
#
Look, another one. Lisbon was
like a rock star for awhile. *๊ฒฉ์ ๋๋ ๋ฌธ์์ฒด ์ ์, ์ ๊น
What's with her hair?
What's wrong with my hair? Nothing.
The Mcteer case made your
career and you never said a word.
You're like a superhero
with a secret identity.
uh, You wanna know the deal?
Fine. Mcteer hit the
bay area for 18 months.
He attacked 7 girls
between the ages of 6 and 9.
I was the SFPD
Inspector who caught it.
I inspected... took mcteer
down. Now, what do you got?
BFS found the shooter's gun
a block away in a trash bin.
They're running it for prints now.
"'inspector Lisbon's
actions were lauded as heroic *์นญ์ฐฌํ๋ค
"'by city officials and
her SFPD Colleagues,'
said her supervisor,
lieutenant Samuel Bosco"?
"inspector Lisbon did an exemplary job *๋ชจ๋ฒ์ ์ธ
tracking down and
arresting this animal."
Well, that's pretty good. You
should get an act together. ์ฐ๊ธฐ๋ ์ํ๊ฒ ์ด
Can you do Barbra
Streisand? *๋ฐ๋ธ๋ผ ์คํธ๋ผ์ด์ ๋(Barbra Joan Streisand)((๋ฐฐ์ฐ, ๋ฎค์ง์ปฌ๋ฐฐ์ฐ; ์ถ์์ง: ๋ฏธ๊ตญ; 1942~))
Don't tempt me.
So I heard about Mcteer.
Weird, huh? I mean, here we
are again, after how many years?
Too many. Have you spoken to Dreyer?
He'd be my favorite.
Dreyer Whelan... Father
of the last victim,
Katy...7 years old, promised
to kill Mcteer on release.
I called him. He's on his way
down from Marin.
All right.
You're all over it. *be all over it (์ฌ๋ฌผ ํน์ ์ฌ๋์๊ฒ) ๋ชน์ ํฅ๋ฏธ๋ฅผ ๋๋ผ๋ค, ํฐ ๋
ธ๋ ฅ์ ํ๋ค
Let me know if you need any help.
For old times' sake. ์์ ์ ๋ด์
For old times' sake.
Here's Mcteer's address.
Parole officer says he's got
a live-in girlfriend. Go and *๋๊ฑฐ ์ค์ธ[๊ฐ์ด ์ฌ๋] ์ ์ธ, ๋จ์ ์น๊ตฌ, ์ฌ์ ์น๊ตฌ ๋ฑ
talk to her.
He has a girlfriend?
I think I'll go with her.
Good idea. Rigsby, check up
on Mcteer's old friends
from the pedophile world, *paedophile(์) ์์์ฑ์ ์(์ด๋ฆฐ ์์ด๋ฅผ ๋์์ผ๋ก ์ฑ์์ ๋๋ผ๋ ์ฌ๋)
especially those who might have moved
from San Francisco to
Sacramento.
Sure, boss.
Cho and I have a trial
meeting with the deputy A.G.
Not if I throw myself into
oncoming traffic first. ๊ตํต์ฒด์ฆ ๋๋ฌธ์ ์์ดํ์ง ์๋๋ค๋ฉด์
#
Ms. Derask, what was your relationship
with William Mcteer?
He was my fiance?
Fiance?
You have a problem with that?
Oh, she just can't see how a
woman could fall in love with
a convicted pedophile... not,
uh, the best husband material.
Bill was a good man, a good provider. * (๊ฐ์กฑ ๋ฑ์ ๋จน์ฌ ์ด๋ฆฌ๋) ๋ถ์์ (→service provider)
And he treated me like a queen.
And those charges in San Francisco
were totally bogus anyway.
That bitch cop had it in for him... *~์๊ฒ ์์ฌ์ ํ๋ค
A "vendetta," is what Bill called it.
You gotta learn how to
clean that trap, Tanya...
That's where the clog w... *๋ง๋ค, ๋งํ๋ค
Hey.
Hey.
It's the police... About Bill.
My brother came over
to fix the sink for me.
David.
Patrick.
Hey. That's grace.
David, do you know William Mcteer?
I met him a couple of times.
He treated Tanya good, so, you know...
Anyway, I just gotta reattach *๋ค์ ๋ฌ๋ค, ์ฌ์ฅ์ฐฉํ๋ค
it and you're all set, t.
Nice meeting you guys.
You, too.
Do you know anyone who
would want to harm William?
Well... It's probably nothin',
but he had a fight with
his boss last week...
Came home all moody, said
the guy was out to get him.
Who's his boss?
Some pip-squeak. I don't know. *[์์ด] ๋ณด์๊ฒ์๋ ์ฌ๋[๋ฌผ๊ฑด], ๋ฒผ๋ฝ์ถ์ธํ ์ฌ๋
Uh, XXXXYZ incorporated is the
name of the place, I think.
It's, uh, over on
Winley, near the highway.
Hey, mommy.
Hey, Emily, baby. How was school?
I can multiply my sixes.
Wanna hear?
Wow. Maybe a little later, okay?
Bill wasn't who you think.
Hi, Emily. I'm Patrick.
How are you?
Good.
Good day, huh?
Mm-hmm.
Six times tables, huh?
Wow. Why don't you go into the kitchen
and help your uncle David?
It's okay, sweetie.
See ya.
I don't think Mcteer touched Emily.
See? I told you.
Because he was still grooming her.
You don't know what
you're talking about.
You met Bill at a
shopping mall, didn't you?
Near the video arcade
or... or the movie theater.
Emily was with you.
He worked there back then.
Yeah. Real gentleman...
Not like your other guys.
He... he never pressured
you to have sex.
Wasn't love at first
sight, but he was just
so good with Emily. He listened to her.
Nobody listened to you
like that, growing up.
Bill wanted to be a father.
My girl doesn't deserve a father?
Lately, he'd been asking
if he could take Emily away
on an overnight trip... Maybe camping,
a little father/daughter bonding.
He'd been pressuring you
to say yes, just a little...
But just enough to start to nag you... *๊ณ์ ๊ดด๋กญํ๋ค
A tiny, little scratching nag...
That maybe what you
felt deep down was right.
William Mcteer...
Was too good to be true.
You deserve a good man, Tanya.
If you can't believe that for yourself,
then just pretend... For Emily's sake.
We done here? Could... can...
I gotta eat. I'm starving.
Yeah.
All right.
#
You each are the state's key witnesses
in a few cases this month.
Agent Lisbon, you've got Howard and Eng.
Agent cho, you've got
Ringman, Daly and Freed.
Freed. Freed bit me.
And be sure to mention
that on the stand.
Teresa, you remember Howard?
He and his syndicate stole $100 million
from the online accounts
of thousands of people.
And then he stashed the *(์์ ํ ๊ณณ์) ๋ฃ์ด ๋๋ค[์จ๊ธฐ๋ค]
money and killed his partner?
I remember him. The guy's
creepy.
Guy's going to prison,
thanks to agent Lisbon and
her cool, calm expertise. *์ ๋ฌธ ์ง์[๊ธฐ์ ]
That's me... Cool and calm.
So glad this isn't a Jane case.
You have got to tell him,
Teresa, that he cannot
threaten people with
bombs to get a confession.
No rubber masks, no monster suits...
Hey, we have a problem.
BFS got a print off
the gun that killed Mcteer.
And that's a problem?
Yeah.
Boss, the print is yours.
#
Your fingerprint is on the magazine *(์ฐ๋ฐ์ด์) ํ์ฐฝ
of the murder weapon.
Tell me why I shouldn't be
throwing up in the bathroom right now.
It's a lab error. It must be.
They're overworked and underfunded.
This happened last
year with the LAPD.
Just have them retest it.
Come on! You don't think I did this.
What I think is, I'm up to my
asterisk in political quicksand. ์ด๋ฌ๋ค๊ฐ ์ ์น์ ์ผ๋ก ๋งค์ฅ๋นํ๊ธฐ ๋ฑ ์ข๋ค ์ถ๋ค
*๋๋ ์ ์น์ ์ผ๋ก ๊ธ๋ฐํ ์ํฉ์ ์ฒํด ์๋ค
*asterisk ๋ณํ(*) *quick sand ํค์ด๋๊ธฐ ํ๋ [์ํํ] ์ํฉ
You and your team are off
the Mcteer case, obviously.
I understand. Are we
throwing it to the FBI?
No.
Hey, Lisbon. How about this, huh?
Bosco.
He knows as much about
the Mcteer case as you do.
It makes sense.
And, yes, I had to pull some strings. ๋ค์์ ํ๋ ์ข ์ผ์ง *pull string (~์๊ฒ ์ ๋ฆฌํ๋๋ก) ์ํฅ๋ ฅ์ ํ์ฌํ๋ค
Thank you. I... Guess.
No, no, don't... Don't misunderstand me.
If you're guilty, I want you nailed. ์ก์๋ฃ์ ๊ฑฐ์ผ *nail (๋ฒ์ธ์) ์ก๋ค, ๊ฒ๊ฑฐํ์ฌ ์ ์ฃ๋ฅผ ๋ฐํ๋ค
I just don't want the feebs *FBI
strolling around my offices,
asking impertinent questions. *(์ฐ์ฅ์๋ ๋ ์ค์ํ ์ฌ๋์๊ฒ) ๋ฌด๋กํ, ๋ฒ๋ฆ์๋ (=impolite)
Okay.
So you understand, I have to
ask you some questions now?
Nothing personal.
Absolutely. Shoot. ํ์ธ์
Hey, everybody.
Uh, well, I bet you wish
you wore some gloves, huh?
So you have some input here? ์๋ ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๋ ์์ต๋๊น?
No. Just nosy. *๋น๊ฒฉ์ ๋ชป๋ง๋
ํจ ์ฐธ๊ฒฌํ๊ธฐ ์ข์ํ๋, ๊ผฌ์น๊ผฌ์น ์บ๋ฌป๋ (=inquisitive)
It's okay. He can stay
if he wants to.
I'll stay.
Where were you Tuesday night?
I was at home, watching television.
Nobody saw me.
What'd you watch?
Some reality show.
Which?
Cooking show, with a man.
Oh, yeah. That one.
The angry man.
Yeah. Oh, I know the one. That's good.
Cooking show. Tuesday nights.
Yeah.
Angry man.
So I can, uh, set up a time
for you to take a polygraph. *๊ฑฐ์ง๋ง ํ์ง๊ธฐ
No.
I didn't kill Mcteer.
Nobody said you did yet.
Yet?
Good luck with the case.
#
Having lunch?
A discussion... About
Lisbon's situation.
Okay, Cho, you say work
the Mcteer case hard,
screw Bosco and Minelli,
you disagree,
and you're not so sure.
I'm just saying, maybe we should
let Bosco do his job, stay out
of his way. He's a good cop.
Is anybody gonna go as
hard after this case as us?
I don't think so.
Well, you're assuming
Lisbon didn't kill him.
What if she did kill
him? What would you do?
What would you do?
Me? I'd walk away. But I ain't the law. ๋๋ผ๋ฉด ๋ด์ฃผ๊ฒ ์ง๋ง. ๋ด๊ฐ ํ์ฌ๋ ์๋์์์
Yes, we walk away.
Yeah.
I disagree.
Mcteer went after little children.
Hey, maybe he deserved to
die. If Lisbon has the guts
to kill him, she has the
guts to serve her time for it.
I'm gonna talk to Mcteer's
boss.
I'll come with you.
Okay, okay. Look, Lisbon
didn't do it anyhow.
I mean, right? She's
not capable of that.
I'm not so sure.
#
What's up that we couldn't
talk inside? ์ ์์์ ์๊ธฐํ๋ฉด ์๋์ฃ ?
I'm busy.
Thought you might want
to be outside so you could
express your anger
without constraint.
Why?
I know you lied about the alibi.
I didn't lie.
I don't know what you
did on Tuesday night,
but you weren't watching tv.
I didn't lie. He made risotto.
Now this is insulting. You
gonna continue lying to me?
I can't remember.
I can't remember what I did
on Tuesday night. It's weird.
Thank you. And it's
okay. The memory's there.
We can get it back.
If I put you in a light trance... ์ฝํ ์ต๋ฉด์ํ๊ฐ ๋๋ฉด
Like that's gonna happen. ๊ทธ๋ฌ๊ฒ ๋๊น ๋ด์?
Stop trying to hypnotize me.
What if something traumatic happened
and you're blocking it out? *(๋ถ์พํ ์๊ฐ·๊ธฐ์ต์) ๋จ์ณ ๋ฒ๋ฆฌ๋ค[์ง์ ๋ฒ๋ฆฌ๋ค]
I didn't kill Mcteer.
Well, let me hypnotize
you so we can be sure.
No.
Why not?
'cause I don't
want you inside my head.
#
So it turns out you're not
quite done with the Mcteer case. ๋งฅํฐ์ด ๊ฑด์ ์์ ํ ํด๊ฒฐํ์ง ๋ชปํ๋๋ด
Funny. ์ง๊ธ ๋๋ ค์?
It's not my choice.
He'll only talk to you.
Who?
Agent Lisbon. Hello, Dreyer.
Thanks for coming in. Mr. Whelan.
#
So, you guys are still working together,
still a team?
We're both handling this interview
at your request, Dreyer. We just have
a couple questions for you.
Just one, in fact. Did
you kill William Mcteer?
I didn't.
Glad to hear it. How's Katy doing?
She's well.
Doing well.
Healing better than I am,
according to our therapist.
Where were you Tuesday night?
At home, alone.
Katy spent the night at a
friend's.
And what time...
You let him hurt her.
Excuse me?
I recently read the incident files.
The internal SFPD files?
How'd you get ahold of those? *…์ ์
์ํ๋ค
You could've taken Mcteer
down the Friday before...
A whole week earlier.
That was not the case. I didn't have it.
I didn't have anything to nail him on.
And in the meantime, he attacked Katy.
And you could've saved her.
If I'd arrested him on a hunch,
he would have been acquitted. *acquit ๋ฌด์ฃ๋ฅผ ์ ๊ณ ํ๋ค (↔convict)
He would have walked. ๋ฌด์ฃ๋ก ํ๋ ค๋ฌ์ ๊ฑฐ ์์
But Katy wouldn't have been raped.
And that is your fault.
Mr. Whelan.
What?
You swore you'd spend your
entire fortune in the service
of killing William Mcteer.
Why didn't you?
I couldn't.
What if I'd been caught?
I couldn't leave Katy alone.
My take? ์ ์๊ฐ์
Maybe you just didn't have the guts. ์ฉ๊ธฐ๊ฐ ์์ด์ ๊ฐ๊ตฐ์
Go to hell. Both of you.
Don't worry about him. He's angry.
Anger turns you.
Yes, it does.
I want to take the polygraph.
#
How long did Mcteer work for you?
Uh, couple months.
His record didn't bother you?
Nah, freaks work harder, you know?
They're grateful for the gig, you know?
Not Mcteer, though.
Is that why you two got in a fight?
Me and him? No. We
didn't get in a fight.
He got in a fight with
his jackhole buddy, dog. *์์ด (๊ฒฝ๋ฉธ๋ฐ์ ๋งํ ํ๋์ ํ๋) ๋ถ์พํ ์ฌ๋
They got in a fight right here
in the middle of the place...
Busted it all up, so I
fired his twisted ass.
I mean, that's management
101, you know... no fistfights, * [๋ฏธ] (๋ํ์) ๊ธฐ์ด ๊ณผ์ ์, ์
๋ฌธ์, ๊ฐ๋ก ์; ์ด๋ณด์, ๊ธฐ๋ณธ์
so I booted him. *์ธ๊ฒ ์ฐจ๋ค
He come back at you about that?
No. He knows better than
that. He knows I'm connected.
Connected, really? To whom?
Uh... People?
So what was it about? Mcteer's
fight with dog?
I don't know.
Could've been about a
million things, you know?
Dog was a utility idiot. *๋ค์ฉ๋[๋ค๋ชฉ์ ]์
He's dumb in ten different ways.
"dog" have a real name?
Everybody does. I don't know what his was.
Oh, those are on special...
Buy one, get one free.
No, thanks.
#
People vs. Milton r. Howard,
case number 97t03254, come on down.
Agent Lisbon, we have to talk.
How about you give me
a confession, Howard?
Agent, I-I didn't do these
things they said I did.
Okay? Y-you have to hear my
side of it.
I'll see you inside.
Agent Lisbon.
Virgil, talk to her after. We're up.
Agent Lisbon will not be joining you.
Is my team okay? Is somebody hurt?
No. You failed the poly, agent Lisbon.
"significant indications
of deception," they say.
You're relieved of duty, agent. ๋น๋ถ๊ฐ ์ ์ง์ด๋๊น
Report to admin for processing.
Boss.
Don't.
#
Signature on the bottom,
gun and badge in the tray.
Here's your receipt.
Have a nice day.
#
Teresa Lisbon in my office,
talking. You must be desperate.
I failed the polygraph. I
don't know what I'm gonna do.
Well, reading polys is
more art than a science.
Ask to retake it. I can
teach you how to relax.
My father used to have
blackouts when he drank.
One time, he beat my
brother half to death,
and he didn't remember a thing.
The whole way to the
hospital, he couldn't believe
it was him who did it.
Are you drinking?
Is that why you're talking of blackouts?
What I need to know
is, is... is it possible
that I killed Mcteer and blotted it out?
You can't remember the
night of the murder?
Well, don't panic. There
could be lots of reasons...
Stress or...
Cops can
become killers, doctor.
It can happen.
It's ridiculous.
You didn't even know
Mcteer was in Sacramento.
His parole officer
called me last month...
Courtesy heads-up. *์๋น์ค์
Well...
Can memory loss be a
result of trauma? Sure.
Your mind shields you from
the awful thing you did,
or even what someone else did.
Child molesters don't get better.
The killer saved a child's
life, whoever it is.
How do I unblock my memory?
Maybe it will come back
on its own. Give it time.
I don't have time.
You... you're useless...
You and all your talking.
I'm sorry.
Until you remember, I don't know how to help you.
#
Jane.
Oh, hey, Lisbon.
I imagine you want me
to hypnotize you now.
Yeah.
Nothing in Mcteer's parole
files about any "dog".
No known associates, either.
Black widow. ํ๊ฑฐ๋ฏธ๋ค
Dead one.
What the hell
do you think you're doing?
Killing a spider. What are you doing?
You're interfering with my case.
You're talking to witnesses.
You're wrong.
You gonna lie to me now?
What's the problem?
Drop the Mcteer case, or
you'll be on guard duty
at the state capital, saluting tourists.
Is that right?
Yes, it is.
Nice comeback.
You told him.
He knows the score. ๋ญ์ง ๋ณธ์ธ๋ ์๊ฑธ
May I?
Thanks. My guy at
Pelican bay came through. ์ฐ๋ฝํด์์ด
Mcteer had a cellmate for two years...
Nicknamed "dog".
Hey, we know this guy.
That's the brother of Mcteer's
girlfriend... David Charles.
#
It's kind of a mess.
Not at all.
It's nice.
I like those pictures.
Those are mostly from the last tenants.
Uh, where... Where are we gonna do this?
Ah, interesting.
Let's just do it. Let... let's go.
No.
No?
No, I'm not gonna
hypnotize you here, Lisbon.
You're... you're too
stressed.
Are you kidding me?
No, it's okay, shh.
It's okay, all right?
I'd have to make all the
stress leave your body,
maybe have you count
down from 100, 99, 98...
We'd go round and round...
94, 93... Listen to me, Lisbon.
All the stress would have to melt away.
You'd have to feel calm
and relaxed and very safe.
It's just about impossible.
I'm not hypnotizing you, Lisbon.
It's not gonna happen,
so you can just relax.
You are not falling into a
deep, relaxing trance state.
Sleep.
Okay. Good.
All right.
So you're going down the steps...
Relaxing with each step...
And now you reach the bottom...
The very last step.
The ultimate place of calm.
How are you feeling?
Good.
Good.
You're gonna remain in
this relaxed trance state
while we think about Tuesday night.
But first...
Sometimes you dance to that
Spice girls cd, don't you?
Yeah.
I thought so.
Now, Tuesday.
You can watch the whole
day like it's a movie.
Every detail is in focus.
You can zoom into any moment you want.
You can fast-forward, rewind. ๋นจ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ๊ธฐ, ๋๊ฐ๊ธฐ
You are in total control, okay?
Okay.
Good.
What do you see?
I'm finishing up the form
41s on the Milbank case.
I feel...
Hungry, 'cause I skipped lunch.
The new guy in the mailroom is hot.
Is he?
Yeah.
Let's fast-forward a little.
Later in the day...
You're about to leave CBI.
Van pelt's working late.
She's a hard worker.
She might do well if she
manages not to sleep with Rigsby.
Where do you go now?
I...
I...
H
- home?
Do you?
Where... where...
where do you go, Lisbon?
I'm in my car.
It's low on gas.
It's okay. You're in a trance state.
Everything is okay.
I can't...
What do you see?
Where do you go?
I... I don't... It's blank. *blank ๋ฉํจ, ์๋ฌด ๊ธฐ์ต์ด ์ ๋จ
I just see a blank
screen.
It's all right.
It's all right.
I don't...
I don't know where I went. I
- I can't remember.
I don't know where I went.
It's okay. It's okay, it's okay.
I can't remember.
That's a little weird.
I thought you were the best.
I want my money back.
Hmm. Yeah.
Why can't I remember?
It's interesting, isn't it?
Yeah.
Yeah, it's interesting.
Hmm.
Well, you know, th-thanks for trying.
You probably have, uh,
somewhere you need to go, right?
Well, I'm not gonna give up that easily.
I can count on you not to
tell anybody about this, right?
On the team?
Oh, Lisbon, come on.
Hey.
Jane, I just need
you to leave, okay?
All right.
Could you please go?
It's... it's gonna be okay.
It's gonna be fine, all right?
I promise.
Okay?
Mm-hmm.
#
Tanya? I got your text.
It said "9-1-1."
What's going on?
Oh! Hey, help, police!
Relax, buddy.
Yeah, we're clear. You good?
Yeah.
You fought with Mcteer
in the parking lot.
He beat the snot out of you.
That must've been pretty humiliating.
So you lured him into the alley and you
killed him.
No, I didn't kill him. I didn't!
You did kill him, David. You killed him,
but it's our friend on the hook for it. ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๋๋ฃํํ
๋ฎ์ด์์ ์ง
Look, dog, jail is gonna be so
much better than what you get
if you keep lying to us.
Look, your friend, the cop...
She's the one who paid me
to bring Mcteer to the alley.
Look, I had no idea she was
gonna shoot him, I swear to you.
I never would've taken the money
if I knew it.
Agent Lisbon...
She's the one who paid you?
Yeah,
I mean, it had to be her, didn't it?
I heard you guys already arrested her for it.
But you're guessing, right? You never actually saw her.
Well, I didn't see
anybody. It was all text.
The deal was I got Bill drunk. ์ ์ ์ทจํ๊ฒ ํ ๋ค์
We went out in the alley
to go take a pee, and then I split.
I heard those shots. I started running like hell, man.
And the next day, there's 10
grand in my checking account.
10 grand?
#
10 grand, Sam.
I heard.
10 grand just to lure the
vic in, not even kill him.
This is somebody with resources, ๋์ด ๋ง์ ์ฌ๋์ด์์
connections.
Someone who's not Lisbon.
Seriously, where's she
gonna get 10 grand from?
No offense, boss.
I will have Van Pelt track the text.
Cho and I will talk to the guy's bank.
Lisbon, get this through your head. ์ ์ ์ฐจ๋ ค
You're relieved of duty.
You're not even supposed to be
in the building, and you
two clowns are way out of hand. ์๋ค๋ค๋ ๋๋ฅผ ๋์์ด
Let me deal with this. Come here.
Lisbon, look at me. Look at me.
I'll handle it. Will you please trust me?
I'm sorry. You don't understand.
Later, you will. ๋์ค์ ์ดํดํ๊ฒ ์ฃ
What are... are... are
you medicated or something? ํน์ ์ฝ ๋จน์์ด?
Okay, I'm all right. I'm fine!
What the hell is everybody
looking at?! I'm fine!
Just stay the hell away from me!
I'm done with this crap! ์ด์ ๋๋ ๋ชป ์ฐธ์!
I am done! I'm sick of everybody!
What was that... Lisbon?
She's freaking out.
Oh, come on. It's just Lisbon.
She's a little stressed.
What is going on?
Sorry.
Why is this happening
to me?
It's all right.
Let's... let's go home.
I'll take her.
No. Leave me alone.
#
The 10 grand paid to David Charles
came from an account owned by
a shell company in the Caymans.
Well, that's good.
The day after it paid David,
the account paid out a million dollars to someone else.
I bet that's for the shooter. Can we trace the payment?
I'm trying, but...
You'll find it dead-ends
in a blind account that
was closed yesterday. ๊ทธ ๊ณ์ข๋ ์ด๋ฏธ ์ด์ ํ์ ๋์ด
Okay. We are working the case. We just want to...
Forget about it. How's Lisbon?
She's fine.
#
She's fine.
Well, what did she say, exactly?
Uh, I didn't actually talk to her.
She... she wouldn't let me in.
You're worried about her.
You think she might do something stupid?
Suicide? No.
If she did, she wouldn't blame the bureau.
That's not my concern at all.
I should've taken her off-duty weapon.
Oh, I'm sure she'll be all right.
#
Minelli asked me to drop by.
Well, ordered me to drop by, actually.
Can we talk?
Minelli?
He's worried about you. We all are.
'cause I had a meltdown,
got perp-walked out of the CBI ์์ฌ๊ตญ์ ๋ฐ์ฐจ๊ณ ๋์์์?
or because I killed a guy?
Wh... you killed Mcteer?
How the hell would I know? Maybe?
Teresa, you... you wanna
put away your glock there?
Very good eye, doctor.
The glock 9-millimeter.
The safety's in the
trigger. How stupid is that?
I mean, it's kind of like
not having a safety at all.
How about you give it to me?
Don't look at me like that.
Don't look at me like
that. This is your fault.
Oh, whoa, Teresa.
You unlocked too many things in my head,
and now I can't remember.
My head is messed up,
and it's your fault.
Teresa... Put it down.
You need to be calm...
And put down the gun.
Calm?
You were right, doctor.
There was something
I wanted to tell you.
I act calm on the
outside, but on the inside,
I'm so angry, sometimes
I think I'm gonna explode.
All the misery and the *(์ ์ ์ ·์ก์ฒด์ ์ผ๋ก ์ฌํ) ๊ณ ํต (=distress)
pain that I see every day
makes me wanna scream,
but I lock it down.
I lock it down because I have to be calm and rational,
because that's my job, but I wanna pull this trigger.
I wanna kill.
You're angry. I hear that.
I think I did it.
I think I killed Mcteer.
Oh, shh, Teresa.
If you did it, that's okay.
He was a bad man.
No reason for you to hurt anyone else...
Or yourself.
I still can't remember.
You can and you will. And when you do, Teresa,
when you push through to the truth, ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ง์ค์ ๊ธฐ์ตํด๋ด๊ฒ ๋๋ฉด
all this weight and worry
will come off your shoulders. *๋ผ์ด๋ผ[์ ๊ฑฐํ ] ์ ์๋ค
Okay.
I want you to visualize that scene for me.
Relive that moment. *(ํนํ ์์ ์์์) ๋ค์ ์ฒดํํ๋ค
You went into the alley...
After this terrible man.
Can you see him?
No.
Well, yes. Yeah, m-maybe.
Yes. You see him.
You see the dumpsters and the trash
and the crumbly old brick, *์ ๋ฐ์ค๋ฌ์ง๋
and you see Mcteer. Yes.
You see there this... this monster
who destroyed so many lives.
It's too much.
See it, Teresa.
Live it... ๋๊ปด๋ด์
The reek, the garbage, *์ง๋
ํ ์
์ทจ (=stench)
the filthy alley walls,
the faded cross there.
God might have mercy on William Mcteer, *…์ ๋ถ์ํ ์ฌ๊ธฐ๋ค.
but you sure as hell wouldn't.
He deserved to die.
But you're still a good person, Teresa.
You can get through this. ๋ค ์ด๊ฒจ๋ผ ๊ฑฐ์์
The cross?
Uh, what?
The cross, Roy.
How did you know about the cross?
It was inside the door.
Only the killer saw it.
Well, Teresa, you told
me about the crime scene.
No, I didn't.
Oh, beautifully done.
Lovely work, Lisbon.
What are you...
Of course... the cross.
You couldn't resist the
imagery, could you, doc? *(์์ ์ํ์์์) ํ์ํ[์ด๋ฏธ์ง] (→metaphor)
Lapsed catholic, *๋ ์ด์ ๊ฐํจ๋ฆญ๊ต๋ฅผ ๋ฏฟ์ง[์ฑ๋น์ ๋ค๋์ง] ์๋ ์ฌ๋
perhaps?
What's going on?
Surrender, Dorothy. We
got you. Brilliant, though.
Made Lisbon come back week after week
so you get her fingerprints
off her coffee mug
and dose her up with, uh, lorazepam?
Double dose for Tuesday
to cause the memory loss...
Memory loss you knew
Lisbon would conceal,
which made her fail the polygraph.
Quite the, uh, student of
human nature, huh, doctor? ์ญ์ ์ธ๊ฐ์ ๋ณธ์ฑ์ ์ ์์๋ค์
Well done, really.
Your breakdown in CBI... That was fake?
And how good was that,
huh? What about that?
After that, all I had
to do was get Minelli
to get you to come around here.
I've been waiting for you all night.
There was one little thing...
I'm... I'm just...
Just one little thing.
The lorazepam? Maybe that
went a little too far.
When... when Lisbon couldn't
remember the night of the murder
even under hypnosis, I knew she'd been drugged.
The rest of it? Spot on. ์ ๋ง ๊ต์ฅ ํฉ๋๋ค *่ฑ ๋น๊ฒฉ์ ๋ฑ ๋ง๋, ์ ํํ
Very, very impressive.
Thanks.
Not at all.
You're under arrest. You have
the right to remain silent.
Anything you say or do
can and will be used
against you in court.
You have the right to an attorney.
#
So this guy who gave
you the million bucks...
You ever met him
face-to-face?
You want him?
I want a deal... a good one.
What I got, it's worth it.
Two to five, minimum security.
Oh, there won't be a
deal. We know who he is.
Just curious if you knew.
#
It took us a while,
but we traced the shell
company back to you, Howard.
You paid Dr. Carmen and David Charles
to frame Lisbon for Mcteer's murder.
These cash transactions prove it.
Discrediting a cop is so *์ ๋น์ฑ์ ์์ ๋ค
much smarter than killing her.
We'd have been all over that.
But this way, her testimony
dies along with her career.
How about you give us a statement?
Maybe help yourself? ๋น์ ํํ
๋ ์ข์ ๊ฑฐ์ผ
How about you kiss me?
You're pretty.
So are you, compared to
most state prison inmates.
#
I hear Minelli's billing
you for the glass.
It's only fair. *๊ทธ๊ฑด ์ง๊ทนํ ์ ๋นํ๋ค
You know, for a cop, you made ๊ฒฝ์ฐฐ์น๊ณค
a very convincing lunatic.
Jane must be proud.
Maybe it's not good police work, ๊ฒฝ์ฐฐ๋ก์ ์ํ ๊ฒ ์๋๊ฒ ์ง๋ง
but I have to confess, I enjoyed it.
Letting loose for once? ์์ ์ ์ ์ค ๋๋ ๊ฑฐ์ *for once ์ด๋ฒ๋ง์
Look, I'm glad you got cleared.
I'm sorry that we couldn't
let you in on the plan.
You could have, but you didn't. ์ผ๋ถ๋ฌ ์ ๋ผ์์ค ๊ฑฐ๊ฒ ์ง
You should know that if
it turned out to be you...
I know.
Just so you do. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ตฐ
Enough said.
I'm not interrupting anything, am I?
No. Night, Lisbon.
Night, Sam.
Doughnuts from Marie's. oh.
I didn't see it. Of course.
What?
He's in love with you.
Don't be silly.
I know, hard to fathom, but, uh, * (์๋ฏธ ๋ฑ์) ํค์๋ฆฌ๋ค[๊ฐ๋ ํ๋ค]
there's no accounting for taste, is there? ์ทจํฅ์ ๋ค์ํ๋๊น์
Hush! *์ฟ, ์กฐ์ฉํ ํด[์ธ์ง ๋ง]
์ถ์ฒ : ๋ค์ด๋ฒ ์๋ฆฌ์ฆ์จ