Finally,
you have become a true monster.
What is this smell?
Ah, that scared me.
- Hey, Officer Park. - Yes, sir.
- Open that window. - Yes, sir.
Don't touch that.
Don't touch it.
I'm Lieutenant Kang Jin-ah from Seodong Police Station.
Don't touch the window, please.
You're working so hard until late night.
I'm Officer Jin Hae-soo.
We were just trying to ventilate, so you detectives won't suffer…
When cold air comes in, it affects the rigor mortis.
Then it can cause confusion in the time of death.
And if that messes up the initial investigation,
are you going to be responsible for it?
It's obviously a murder case. Why would the time matter?
You two contaminated the crime scene already.
Ugh… seriously.
Now, now.
Well done.
We'll take it from here, so you can leave now.
- Let's go. - Yes, sir.
- Get their footprints later. - Yes, ma'am.
No, thanks.
It really does look like suicide.
When is the forensic team coming?
They'll be here soon.
- What is that? - A vomit.
There was someone else who inhaled the toxic substance.
There was a brawl.
She had a husband.
Identify her husband.
Yes, ma'am.
Ugh, I told you not to touch the window…
Lieutenant, what is this?
Jung Jong-seok?
Hold on.
What should I do? Should I start over?
Start over what? You bastard.
Hey, this wasn't even caught on camera.
You bastard, you're making us do the work twice.
- You did that on purpose, didn't you? - Uh… no.
Forget it.
Start over.
Sir, we'll do it.
Yes, sir, I'll do it, okay?
We don't want the ace cop of the Wide Area Investigation Team
- to get hurt. - I'll do it.
Hey, forget it.
I'll do it, okay?
When you guys are beaten up, your wives will give me crap.
- And Man-jae. - Yes, sir.
Think about it.
Can you picture yourself being beaten up by him…
when you're way bigger than him, you bastard?
Hey.
You, beat me up properly, okay?
When Dogpark figures it out, you'll be cuffed. Okay?
- Okay. - Geez.
Make sure to film it well, so the face isn't shown.
Then shall I try using this thing this time?
Why, you…
You, do it correctly.
Then let's start over.
Hey, his face shouldn't be seen.
Do it when I say "Ready, action." Okay?
Okay.
- We're starting now. - Okay.
Okay, your face can be seen, so cover your face.
Ready, action!
- Uh… - Yes?
What are you… what are you doing…
and why is that detective wearing my clothes…
Someone ordered that jerk to beat you up,
which makes it contact assault.
Huh? Who… who did?
We're doing this to find out who did it, too.
So just relax.
Detective Jung Jong-seok.
Why, Lieutenant? Is it someone you know?
Preserve the scene until the forensic team comes.
Where are you going?
Yes, right there. Please pause.
Mister, do you have the list of the residents?
Ah, the list?
- Here you go. - Thank you.
Born in 1987…
Please call me.
- Is it done now? - It's being uploaded.
Zoom in on the video, so we can check it.
Okay.
- It's nicely done. - Well done.
- Hello? - Jung Jong-seok?
This is Kang Jin-ah at Seodong Station.
Long time no talk. How have you been?
Hello? Jong-seok?
Uh, what… hey, who is this again?
Kang Jin-ah, a 25th member of Korean National Police University.
Oh, Senior.
Jung Jong-seok, hey, what's going on? Jong-seok?
Uh, Senior, I'll call you back later.
The call cannot be connected.
Please leave a message after the tone…
Now then, what's next?
When we beat up the target Dogpark designates for us
and upload a visual proof,
then Dogpark contacts us through Telegram.
Are you having fun?
I'm sorry.
Listen.
When Dogpark contacts you,
say that you want to meet him, no matter what.
Beg him to meet you, okay?
Okay.
Huh?
- It's here. - Hey.
Do it right if you don't want to be cuffed.
Okay.
"I just need to meet you once,
Dogpark, my role model."
What should we do?
Damn it…
Hey, hey, wait, wait.
He must be just provoking you.
Bald… damn it.
You should've told us…
Why are you doing this to me?
Ugh, damn it! Seriously…
Hey, arrest that bastard for possessing an illegal video.
Yes, sir.
- Hey, you bastard! - Hey, you bastard!
Hey, what are you doing?
Hey, stop! Hey!
Hey, hurry and get him!
Hey!
Man-jae, get him! Hey, he's here!
Hey, Man-jae! Get him!
Hey, where did he go?
- I don't know. - Isn't he there?
Hey, hey! Hey!
Hey, stop right there!
Hey!
What's going on?
I'm sorry!
Please forgive me! I won't do it again!
I wondered where he went.
Hey, you have a charge of assaulting a police officer, too.
On the same year, Jung Jong-seok transferred,
and Hwang Kyung-min quit school.
What are you doing all by yourself over there?
You're here.
I have some things to look into.
What about the crime scene?
Officer Jin is there. The forensic team has arrived, too.
Hey, Detective Kang.
I know that you don't trust your co-workers, but,
please don't work alone. Work together, okay?
The other guys are cranky at you because
you made Team Chief Park lose his job.
I should get going.
Yes, Senior, I was…
I was supposed to call you back, yes.
I forgot.
I heard someone screaming earlier. What was going on?
Well, just…
It wasn't a big deal.
By the way, what is it?
Did someone die?
Jong-seok, can you come see me now?
- Now? - Yes.
- Is it urgent? - Yes, I must see you now.
I'm sure you're saying that because it's serious.
So, where are you now?
Uh, Senior…
Uh, Senior.
I know it's urgent, but don't you think this is wrong?
Why are you looking in there?
Are you okay? Is anything wrong?
Uh…
Just what's going on?
You know someone named Hwang Kyung-min, don't you?
Hwang Kyung-min?
He was the CEO of Sinseok Transportation until recently.
And he's from Sinseok Middle School, where you went to.
Yes, I do know him.
Uh, but, what's with Hwang Kyung-min?
Five hours ago, in our area,
a married couple attempted joint suicide.
And the dead woman's husband is Hwang Kyung-min.
An attempt…
So that means Hwang Kyung-min survived.
Yes.
Hwang Kyung-min ran away right after his suicide attempt failed.
Hwang Kyung-min…
I haven't met him since middle school.
I haven't even contacted him.
That was 20 years ago.
Even if he was in front of me, I wouldn't have recognized him.
There's something more to it, huh?
Hwang Kyung-min's deceased wife.
Her name is Park Min-joo.
She's the same age as Hwang Kyung-min.
Where was this at?
On the living room window of Hwang Kyung-min's house.
I think this message is some kind of a signature.
A signature like the ones serial killers leave
to brag about what they did?
Yes.
But you said it's suicide.
There was a strangling mark on the dead wife's neck.
So Hwang Kyung-min killed his wife and fabricated it as suicide?
Or it could've been forced suicide by power.
There was a trace of a brawl at the crime scene, too.
A signature of a serial killer…
So you're thinking…
that Hwang Kyung-min is targeting me.
He killed his wife,
had a panic attack, and suddenly recalled his friend
from middle school, whom he'd lost contact with,
and asks how he's doing,
"How have you been?" Is that what you mean?
That's even weirder.
How did Hwang Kyung-min know that I'm a detective?
I told you earlier,
but I never had any contact with him for the past 20 years.
Look. This is not an ordinary message.
Park Min-joo's autopsy result will be out in eight hours.
Seeing how the livor mortis on her chest area is scarlet,
the cause of death is cardiac arrest
due to carbon monoxide poisoning.
What about response to drugs?
A large amount of Zolpidem components were found in her body.
Which means it's similar to typical suicide.
What about this strangling mark?
Isn't there a possibility of attempted murder by strangling?
It's too light for that, and her entire body is too clean.
If it was murder by strangling,
there should be more vivid defense marks on her.
Lieutenant Kang.
Are you suspecting forced suicide by power?
Yes.
- It's not impossible. - Really?
There was a fracture on her ribs.
Based on the condition of the fracture, the damage was recent.
Then…
There's a possibility of her husband
trying to make her take Zolpidem,
but it failed, and he used violence on her.
Seeing how only Hwang Kyung-min didn't die and woke up,
it means he might've been overdosing drugs already.
- Yes, Officer Jin. - Hello, Lieutenant.
Check Hwang Kyung-min's credit card history
and see if he visited a neuropsychiatrist recently.
- Yes, ma'am. - Okay.
Forced suidice at least…
or murder fabricated as suicide.
Yeah, 100%.
Don't jump to conclusions.
Our job is to doubt everything until clear evidence is found.
Then 99%.
Yes, Officer Jin. How did it go?
Where's that at?
Okay, I got it.
Hwang Kyung-min went to see a neuropsychiatrist regularly.
Let's go confirm the remaining 1%.
Here…
I'm sorry.
Were you close to…
Mr. Hwang Kyung-min?
Min-joo is…
my friend's younger sister.
Min-joo really liked me,
and I liked Min-joo, too,
so we've been friends since we were young.
And I treated Kyung-min because Min-joo asked me to.
- Let's come back later. - When was it?
When did you start treating Mr. Hwang Kyung-min?
It was when Min-joo was still a newlywed,
so it was about five years ago.
How was Mr. Hwang Kyung-min's condition when he first came here?
Kyung-min showed serious symptoms of chronic depression
due to the trauma from his childhood.
Trauma?
Yes.
Kyung-min has been…
exposed to domestic violence since he was young.
- Hwang Kyung-min! - Honey, please…
You little brat! Open the door!
When I, your dad, is back from work,
you must come out and say hi to me, you brat!
How can you lock the door and not come out?
I said come out! You bastard!
- Honey, please stop! - Out of my way!
The others may look down on me,
but you should never look down on me, you bastard!
Kyung-min, don't come out!
Why do you get insulted outside
and let your anger out on innocent Kyung-min!
He's a failure because you're spoiling and pampering him!
Dear God,
I wish that my dad would die.
Hwang Kyung-min! You bastard!
You bastard! Open the door!
Oh, are you okay?
If that was the case…
then married life must've been troublesome, too.
No.
Those two were different.
Because they loved each other so much.
Have some more braised ribs.
Help yourself.
Mom, why are you only giving those to Min-joo?
I like ribs, too.
I must be nice to Min-joo, so you won't be picked on.
If that's the reason, you don't need to be nice to her anymore.
Because her love is overflowing and I find it bothersome now.
Oh, really?
Okay, then, no more kisses, starting today.
How can you say that when my mom is here…
Ma'am, he's blushing.
- I am? - Oh, my.
Even your ears are red, too.
- This one, too. - No, I'm not blushing.
You're blushing.
Help yourself.
Hold on. Go ahead.
Go ahead.
Ah, I'm sorry. I won't do that again, Honey.
Ma'am, isn't Kyung-min so cute?
Min-joo did everything she could
to make Kyung-min get better.
And thanks to that, Kyung-min's condition did get better,
and his dose of medication has decreased a lot, too.
I don't know if I should say that this was a good thing,
but Kyung-min's father passed away around that time,
so his condition has improved greatly.
Really?
But one year ago,
after that incident happened, Kyung-min started
to collapse again.
That incident?
Where's Min-joo?
Oh.
I think she went to the storage to look for something.
Okay.
Min-joo, what are you doing?
Kyung-min, you were so ugly when you were a baby.
How cute.
Let's take this album home.
What are you doing, without any permission?
Kyung-min, what's wrong?
I was just…
Sorry.
It's no use to look at ugly old pictures.
Let's get out of here.
Let's go.
What did Hwang Kyung-min see at his mother's house?
I'm not sure, either.
But I'm sure that reawakened
Kyung-min's trauma.
It's my mistake.
I should've given him exclusive treatment at that time,
but I missed it.
Did you prescribe Zolpidem
to Mr. Hwang Kyung-min recently?
What? To Kyung-min?
Yes.
No.
I never prescribed Zolpidem to Kyung-min.
Because the other medicine I prescribed for him
already contained components of sleeping pills.
- Are you sure? - Of course.
Though I prescribed it to Min-joo before, but…
To Ms. Park Min-joo, not Mr. Hwang Kyung-min?
Yes, Min-joo said that she couldn't sleep recently,
so I prescribed her a few Zolpidem.
It's all my fault.
It's my fault that Min-joo is…
Seeing how the livor mortis on her chest area is scarlet,
the cause of death is cardiac arrest
due to carbon monoxide poisoning.
Park Min-joo was dead
facing the ceiling at the crime scene.
So why was the livor mortis on her chest area,
not on her back?
How did it go?
Ms. Park Min-joo visited five neuropsychiatry clinics
two days before she died.
And she got a Zolpidem prescription from all of them.
Are you sure? Was it Park Min-joo, not Hwang Kyung-min?
Yes, Ms. Park Min-joo got the prescriptions.
Uh, did Ms. Park Min-joo visit anywhere
before she died?
Who are you?
Oh, it's okay, Officer Jin.
- Did she visit anywhere? - Hold on.
She went to a supermarket.
The last place she used her credit card at
was a supermarket near her house.
Let's go there.
Damn it.
The loser of this round pays for tteokbokki!
Yeah, free tteokbokki is the best thing in the world.
Jung Jong-seok, you're going to eat
the strongest tteokbokki today.
Yes!
This is really good.
It's good.
Ma'am, here you go.
Hey.
- I'll pay. I will… - No, thanks.
I said I'll pay.
You paid for the arcade game, too.
I know you lost on purpose for the game.
You jerk, did you figure it out?
Yeah.
I got beaten while I was growing up, so I'm quick and keen.
This is my treat.
I'll do your vacation homework.
Really? I didn't finish my Korean language homework yet.
Let's go.
Are you sure about that? Huh?
- Thank you for the food. - Goodbye.
I hope I can be in the same class
as you when we're in 8th grade.
We've never been in the same class,
from elementary school up til now.
- That actually is true. - Yeah.
Please let me be in the same class as Jong-seok.
Hwang Kyung-min!
You pimp bastard! Come here.
- Jong-seok, I'm going first. - Huh?
Hey, you! Where are you going? You bastard! You!
Let's go.
Kyung-min! Hwang Kyung-min!
Hey, if it isn't Hwang Kyung-min!
Wow, that pimp bastard is ignoring me!
Hey! Hey, you pimp bastard!
Ugh, that pimp bastard hid in a place that looks like him.
Kyung-min.
If you don't come out on the count of three,
you'll get ten times the beatings you were supposed to, okay?
Alright, one!
Two!
Where's that at?
Hold on a second. That's…
Let's go, Senior.
What is the percentage of the chance of Hwang Kyung-min
might've killed his wife?
Min-joo, is today a special day?
What's with all this feast?
I went to a supermarket today in a long time,
and they were selling a lot of your favorite things.
You don't need money, do you?
Isn't the soup a bit salty?
Huh?
A little bit.
By the way, did something happen today?
You don't look very well.
Kyung-min.
Thank you for loving me so much all this time.
No, you are a bit weird today.
I mean it.
I see.
You went to see Hyun-jung today, huh?
Don't worry.
I'm really healthy these days.
I feel great, and I sleep well, too.
You know it, because you've been watching me.
Yes, I know.
Kyung-min, the you I know,
have been trying so hard to live your life.
I do know that.
You just…
had too many bad people…
around you.
Huh?
What does that mean?
A year ago…
when we went to your mother's house…
what did you see in the storage at that time?
Kyung-min, why aren't you in bed? What are you doing here?
Kyung-min.
Kyung-min, what's wrong?
Kyung-min, are you okay? What is it? What's wrong?
Kyung-min, what is it? What's wrong?
Your condition was getting so much better, but…
we're…
so unlucky.
Right?
Kyung-min, let's not do that.
I will help you.
Kyung-min. If you don't come out on the count of three,
you'll get ten times the beatings you were supposed to, okay?
Alright, one!
Two!
Hi, guys.
This is ridiculous.
Still, shouldn't you withhold until the count of two?
And you call yourself a boy?
Sorry.
Then shall I go back in?
Forget it, you idiot.
I called you so many times. Why did you run away?
You pimp bastard! Damn it.
I'm not a pimp.
Yes, you are, you bastard.
Your dad is a pimp who runs a prostitution business.
That makes you a pimp, too, you pimp bastard.
That's true…
Sorry…
If you're sorry, you should be beaten up again, right?
Hey, Jung-hee.
Don't you have anything new?
Why are you only beating him up? That's boring.
Alright, something new, something fun…
Okay.
Hey, Hwang Kyung-min.
- Pull your pants down. - Huh?
Pull your pants down and jerk off.
- But that's… - Hey, if you're a pimp, you should
be good at jerking off, too.
So do it.
Now it's fun.
Why? You don't want to?
Did your brain and guts get stronger
since you're going into 8th grade now?
What? Are you too embarrassed to do it?
Then I'll do it for you. Come here, you bastard.
No, I'll do it.
Pull your pants down, right now!
Huh?
Get up, get up, get up, get up!
Get up, get up!
Hey, hurry up and do it!
- Trainee no. 11, you're slow! - Bastards…
Faster, faster!
- You bastard, do it like this! - Damn it…
You bastards!
Die!
It was Park Min-joo, the wife, not Hwang Kyung-min,
who planned the joint suicide.
Then the fracture on Park Min-joo's ribs were…
Hwang Kyung-min was already tolerant to psychoactive drugs
because he's been taking large doses of them.
An average dose of sleeping pills weren't effective on him.
Park Min-joo died lying with her face down.
So the livor mortis formed on her chest area.
Min-joo!
Min-joo, wake up! Min-joo!
Hwang Kyung-min woke up,
saw his dead wife,
- and did CPR on her. - Min-joo!
He lost his reasons, so he put too much power into it,
and that damaged Park Min-joo's ribs.
Min-joo! Min-joo!
Ugh, you bastard, why don't you ever listen to me?
You bastard.
Hey, you, come here.
Hey, did I tell you to do that, or not to do that?
Did your brain and guts get stronger
since you're going into 8th grade now?
Pull your pants down and jerk off.
Hey, if you're a pimp, you should be good at jerking off, too.
So do it.
I told you not to do it!