Based on the true story of set under a military dictatorship.
Executive Producer LEE Kang Bok
Produced by TCHA Seung-Jae NOH Jong-Yun
Junk car!
Get out of here, kid.
I told you to get out of here.
Go home, kid.
Little brat.
What the hell are they doing?
Hey you!
Put that back!
Hey, leave it there. Go away.
Hey you!
That's important, don't touch!
Those kids.
MEMORIES OF MURDER
What?
You dated the dead girl, and she dumped you last August?
Is that right?
That's correct.
That's correct? Take off your hat, you damn punk.
Do women like guys like you?
After watching Body Heat...
Body Heat? That an action movie?
A, c, t...
Damn punk...
...since it's a rape and murder case and all...
well...
...if she was sexy, or pretty, that sort of thing.
Your impressions?
Well,
she didn't seem like a country girl...
Don't blink.
You blinked, didn't you?
Hey, look at me.
Don't look at the ceiling, look at me!
Was he born that way? One, two...
Didn't you want to go to the Military Academy?
Did you take the exam?
You need to study hard to get in there.
- Receipt! - You didn't ask for one.
What? I told you to bring one.
- I told you. - No you didn't.
That's what you said last time...
Here's one, here.
You answered the phone, you lying bastard...
I need a receipt from the restaurant. Not from a bicycle shop.
Directed by BONG Joon-Ho
Why didn't you rope the place off?
At least get some sticks to drive them in, morons.
Inspector Park, over here!
- What is this? - It's a footprint.
- When did you find it? - This morning, sir!
Go help those jerks over there.
You called the forensics team?
Yes, they're on their way.
But, where's the person who reported this?
No forensics team, this is total chaos!
Jesus, look at him!
Hey!
Get out of here!
Who received the call on this?
Did you find out who reported it?
The phone... The crime site is getting ruined.
Damn forensics team's not here, this is a mess.
What are you talking about?
Take pictures when I tell you!
Why'd you bring so many reporters?
They were all here when I arrived.
Reporter Park's not here. Must be on vacation.
I don't see him.
Feels great with that shithead gone.
Why does this have to happen to me?
How can I investigate like this?
Hey, tractor!
Tractor!
Tractor, stay away! Detour!
If someone waves, shouldn't you look?
Shit, is he deaf?
Shit! Look at this.
Now those bastards show up.
What the hell took you so long?
The crime scene's ruined!
Jesus, look at these sliding fools!
What's going on?
How can you look at those photos while eating?
If I keep staring at them,
one moment it'll hit me.
Instinctively.
Are you a fortune teller?
Open up a shop then.
Chief, I may know nothing else, but my eyes can read people.
It's how I survive as a detective.
There's a reason people say I have shaman's eyes.
OK, then.
You see those two guys there?
One of them's a rapist, and the other is the victim's brother.
He caught the guy doing this to his sister, and dragged him in.
So tell me, which one's the rapist?
- Hey. - What?
I think it fell out.
Really?
Let's do this properly.
I'll give this to you especially today.
I'm so grateful.
It's just a flu shot.
Know how much this costs?
- Kwak Sul-young? - Yeah?
You must be earning more now than at the hospital.
I hear everyone in town comes to you.
Shh. I got something to tell you.
I heard this from the old woman at the mill.
You know the Baek family meat restaurant?
The Baek family?
You know what people call them?
What?
The Baek Lady Killers.
- Ladies? - Yeah.
But the son's a little bit retarded. Kwang-ho.
Kwang-ho used to follow Hyang-sook around all the time.
Hyang-sook? The one who was killed?
Yeah.
She was found with a girdle over her head?
Right.
Even more important,
the night she was killed...
that old woman saw Kwang-ho following her.
- Really? - That's what I'm saying.
I heard that old hag went senile last year.
No, she's fine.
That kid... Wait.
Kwang-ho? What's he look like?
This side of his face is a bit... you know.
Tell me in detail.
Anyways, he's a poor little kid.
Kwang-ho.
Let's talk man to man.
You see a pretty girl, you want to do her.
When I was your age, I'd go out with friends, I understand.
You never intended to kill Hyang-sook at first, huh?
"How about just touching her breast..."
I couldn't touch it.
So you killed her? Kill her, then you can touch it.
No, I didn't.
That guy coming down now, he's had a hard life, like you.
He's nice.
He's really sweet.
He never beats anyone.
But sometimes, you know,
if he gets worked up about something...
God, what an ugly face.
Just looking at this face makes me angry.
Shit.
Pretty?
This is so it won't leave scratches, you punk.
Hey, hey...
What's with the army boots?
Doing this to the kid...
Kwang-ho, get up.
Are you really innocent? Huh?
Look in my eyes.
Where the hell's he looking?
Look in my eyes!
Excuse me, miss...
Hello?
Oh, miss?
Are you all right?
Why are you following me?
To ask directions.
Let me help you.
Let go!
What's wrong?
Rolling in the fields, huh? Is this town rapist's paradise?
You shithead.
What the hell?
Who are you?
Get over here.
Hey miss, the victim needs to file a report!
Miss!
Where is she going?
Are you a detective?
You should have told me.
My mistake.
How can a detective be such a bad fighter?
How can a detective have such a bad eye for criminals?
What's that smell?
Oh, sneakers.
They smell bad?
But these here are evidence item #28.
Develop these quickly, huh?
- Uh, chief. - What?
This guy here... from Seoul.
Nice to meet you! I got the call...
But...
your face...
Did anything happen?
- No, nothing. - A desk, you need...
Oh, I prepared a desk over there with lots of sunlight.
I think... I like that corner.
Okay, okay! As you wish.
Inspector Jo, say hello.
From Seoul,
Suh Tae...yoon, senior officer.
Jo Yong-gu. Nice to meet you.
He volunteered to assist with this investigation.
Quite an uncommon thing.
Well, go arrange your desk.
Yes, sit down.
Inspector Chief
The song is great. The opening song.
I always watch Inspector Chief with Dad.
What was my phone number?
Just eat.
Right, I need to call Dad!
I should call. Oh, it's Dad!
Hey, Kwang-ho.
Listen.
This footprint was found at the site of Hyang-sook's murder.
Look.
And these are sneakers we found at your house.
You wear these? Right?
Now, look closely.
The footprint in this photo, and the sole of your shoe.
The same, right?
This pattern?
The circle, this indentation? Exactly the same.
Am I right?
This part was smudged,
don't worry about that.
You killed all those women, right?
Okay.
You didn't kill them all, right?
So you didn't not kill only Hyang-sook, correct?
I didn't kill anyone.
We've got the evidence here!
- Where's our shovel? - Shovel?
Look at you...
Hey, bastard. Give me that.
Can't you even shovel right? Watch me.
Loosen the dirt first. Then push with your foot.
- Kwang-ho! - Yes?
You punk.
Did you come here to play?
You know where this is?
We came here to bury you.
What? Why? Why?
Because you won't listen, you bastard.
- I'm a good boy. - Then tell me!
Out here in the fresh air. With that face.
Hey, come here.
Women hate this face, don't they?
They grimace and all fucking run away.
It's true.
I'll kill them all.
Everyone who grimaces at my face.
I'll kill them all.
Those women who grimace, they're all in my head.
- Hyang-sook too? - Hyang-sook?
Hyang-sook. You always followed her around.
- Hyang-sook is pretty. - Oh yeah, she's pretty.
But Hyang-sook grimaced too, huh?
She said, "Fuck, get away!" Didn't she?
Because you liked her.
So you killed her, huh?
By the train tracks.
In that rice paddy.
The train tracks? Right.
Her throat. Hyang-sook's throat...
...strangled it tightly.
- With what? - Her brassiere.
With her white brassiere,
strangled her tightly.
- And then? - Her stocking.
- Her stocking? - Pulled off her leg.
Then it was the stocking.
This guy's smart, huh?
And then?
What?
What was it?
Something with a strap?
A handbag strap?
Right, a bag strap.
Strangling Hyang-sook's throat with it tightly.
And?
Then, Hyang-sook's body shook a bit.
She looked completely dead.
And then?
Her head was covered up.
With what?
Her panties. Covered her head with her panties.
Do you mean a girdle? That women wear?
Right, girdle!
Looked like it covered her head right up.
And then?
Um... had to dress her again.
And why was that?
I don't know. Put the clothes back on.
Why was that?
How would I know?
You were doing well!
Bastard! What did you do next?
- Then... running! - Where?
- It was raining! - Where did you run?
- Kept running. - Oh, you little shit!
The lightning struck!
Where the hell were you running, you bastard!
Yong-gu, start digging.
Huh? Digging?
Lightning!
Citizens, this is a civil defence drill.
The air raid siren has begun to sound.
This is only a drill.
The entire country is now under a civil defence drill.
A blackout is called for in all buildings and houses.
Follow the instructions you hear in this broadcast.
Please move all flammable materials to a safe place.
Unplug all cords, then hurry to an underground area...
Shut off the lights!
Hey, you!
Come here.
Put this on. Everyone ready?
Get in the car.
Turn around.
"Lee Hyang-sook"
Take off your pants.
What'll the headline be?
"Crime-Fighting Trio" or "Smiles of the Unstoppable."
Inspector Park, in the back.
Make a straight line now.
Miss Kwon, big party tonight! Reserve a room.
Smile!
This time, hold up your fist. Tight!
- Come take a picture! - That's okay.
Come on!
Wait a second.
With these webbed fingers,
you can't even hold chopsticks, right?
They've always been this way? Go on.
Kwang-ho, this is the spot, right?
I don't know.
What's he talking about? It was here.
For the re-enactment, you have to act well.
There are a lot of reporters here.
How's this?
A bit lower.
- What do we start with? - Wait.
It's best to write down the correct order.
Then why didn't you do it? I'm fucking busy.
Chief.
The re-enactment isn't going to work anyway.
Becomes an embarrassment.
Hey, I told you to stay away. Why'd you come back here?
Just give them some excuse. The suspect is sick, or...
Inspector Suh!
You're dumping shit on cooked rice here!
I told you before, Kwang-ho isn't guilty.
Just shut up!
Chief...
The cords around their necks were tied with three tight knots.
Look at Kwang-ho's hands. Could he do that?
- Get out! - Even a child can see that.
Get the hell out!
Grab the brassiere strap...
Hey, concentrate!
Dad!
Kwang-ho! It's me!
Dad!
Hey, you're innocent!
I know! I didn't do it!
Mr. Baek Kwang-ho! Are you denying a crime?
He didn't kill anyone! My son's innocent!
You were tortured, weren't you?
My team never tortures suspects.
It's all gone to hell.
Don't bring it up.
Hey, did you see the look on prosecutor Choi's face back there?
Fuck, how can he revoke the warrant?
We even had evidence.
Evidence? That footprint?
How can they set him free?
What can we do?
All we had was a confession.
It was no ordinary confession. You heard the tape.
All the details of the crime came pouring out his mouth.
Things he'd never know if he weren't the killer.
Like how she was strangled.
You heard it too.
Be honest, didn't you rehearse that in advance?
What?
Quiet. Eat something.
Jesus...
What? I said to separate the noodles and bean sauce.
What the fuck!
Investigative Team Reshuffled
Murder Case Shrouded In Mystery Once Again
The location of the first homicide,
and the second homicide.
Now, a distance of...
approximately 1000 meters.
A length of not more than... one kilometer.
The victim, on the 12th and the 16th,
both days at twelve o'clock...
Ah, December 16th.
On December 16th,
at twelve o'clock,
Location: Yangji Teahouse,
Han Sung-geun
a 32-year old office worker.
An arranged date, maybe?
Anyway, at the crime site
...were found a footprint, two drops of blood,
...and a drop of semen. Semen? They found semen?
What? Yes.
The two dead women...
Did they have anything in common?
In common...
Well, first...
Both of them were single.
They were both extremely beautiful.
And?
The murders all took place in the rain.
Rain?
He murdered them on rainy nights.
Really?
And red clothes.
They all wore red clothes.
Both of them?
No, all three of them.
Three of them?
What are you talking about?
Three were murdered. We just haven't found the third body.
This is a missing person form. The name is quite unusual.
Dokko Hyun-soon, age 27. It was two months ago, July 18.
Oh, her? Dokko Hyun-soon? I know that girl.
Everyone in this town knows her.
A pretty girl, that Hyun-soon.
Even a Miss Korea is no match for her.
Did you process the missing person form, Yong-gu?
Oh, shut up.
This is no ordinary incident, Chief.
If you look in detail. Documents never lie.
It says she was wearing a red shirt.
It's right here in writing.
What's that?
Marked here is the weather on the day she vanished.
It rained on that day too.
Rain, red clothes...
She was murdered. By the same person.
You don't know this town, that's why you talk nonsense.
She always said she'd go to Seoul one day...
I have an idea where the body is.
Look at the map.
Right here...
I marked where the victim went, and where the body might be.
Give me two squadrons of cops. I'll find her in two days.
You sure of this?
You know...
...university students, when they go on orientation...
people say they guys all get laid,
a big group, guys and girls, in one room going at it...
Is that true?
I don't know. Hurry up.
You went to a 2-year school, didn't you?
Student trips, orientation... Did you go on those?
Go ask Suh, he went to a 4-year university.
Whether he had group sex...
Shit, four years.
I spent 4 years in high school.
Shit, put that away.
You know, I miss Dokko Hyun-soon.
You too?
She was just too good for this town.
I'm telling you, she went to Seoul.
What is it?
Lot of snakes down there.
Each part of a corpse decays at a different speed.
Look. It's old,
but the inner thigh is still firm.
There's evidence of rape?
A bit of semen was found.
But it's so old, we can't determine the blood type.
Oh, Hyun-soon...
This time too he used items belonging to her.
Right, that's her stocking around the throat?
Yes.
The victim's panties on her face,
as with Hyang-sook.
Her hands were bound the same way too.
His methods of killing are quite professional.
He's thorough.
And polished.
So there hasn't been a single witness yet.
Would you like a bit more tenderloin?
That's okay. We're fine.
Where did Kwang-ho go? I don't see him.
Is anything...?
I bought your son something, give it to him later.
What's this?
Oh, last time, taking a look at his sneakers,
they smelled so awful, I felt bad for him.
I thought, I'II have to buy him new shoes.
So I picked up some Nikes.
You didn't have to...
That punk, he's always sleeping in the strangest places!
Kwang-ho!
This here... your shoe size is 250mm, right?
Here, Nike. Try them on.
Give me that sneaker.
These are "Nice", not Nike. N, I, C, E.
Nice or Nike. Who cares?
If you buy him sneakers, you should get the real thing.
Cool, huh?
Have a drink.
I beat you because I care for you.
So if you see me on the street, don't run away.
Yong-gu feels bad about...
Punk.
Hey, where are you going again?
You see, Chief.
That boy is the exact opposite of the type we're looking for.
Dragging in suspects like that is a waste of time, so...
Inspector Suh!
Have some meat before you speak.
I don't eat burnt meat.
¢Ü You said you'd come back to me ¢Ü
¢Ü Like the singing swallows ¢Ü
¢Ü On the hills, singing birds and blooming flowers ¢Ü
...¢Ü Alone on the hill ¢Ü
Sir?
Hey, Seoul city bumpkin.
What?
Why did you come here?
Out to the boondocks?
To catch the killer.
Is Seoul that big?
Huh? Is it big?
Bigger than America?
Give me a banana.
Let me tell you about America.
They've got the F.B.I.!
If you watch how they investigate... You know how?
Their heads are spinning like a top.
Analyzing things...
You know why?
It's 'cause they got so much fucking land!
If you don't use your brain, it's too much ground to cover.
So they have no choice, those F.B.I. Bastards.
But our Republic of Korea...
using just your two legs, you can run all over it.
You know why?
'Cause our land's the size of my dick.
So it's said, Korean detectives investigate with their feet.
That's folk wisdom, you bastard.
So brainy geeks like you can go the hell to America.
- Go there and... - Shut your fucking mouth!
You bastard!
- Let go of me! - What? You f...
Give him this.
Take it away! Take it!
Everything's clearer now. That's much better.
I've got it now. About the killer.
That bastard,
he'll do it again.
The next night it rains.
So we need to keep one step ahead of him.
Pre-emptive! Okay?
And if you two ever start fighting in front of me again,
I'll kill you both! Understood?
Ladies and gentlemen!
In just a moment,
our President will be
driving past. Wait a minute...
It's raining nice.
You ready?
Ooh, Gui-ok's looking nice!
Shut up.
What if he grabs her for real?
Inspector Suh should be following close behind her.
Shit, do we have to do this every time when it rains?
But thanks to this,
Gui-ok puts on that red skirt.
With makeup, she looks like a different person.
- So what? - Was she always that pretty?
You getting hard?
- Wait, what are you doing? - Let's check.
- We're on duty now... - Oh, Yong-gu!
Hey.
So do you really keep watch here?
These days, nobody ever goes outside.
Someone's coming.
Hey, kids!
Over here.
That's cold.
You're so wet!
Hey, stay here until the rain stops.
That umbrella's useless.
And we just picked it up in front of the school.
Someone threw it away.
Miss, are you going that way too?
Hey, she's a detective.
No way!
She's in the Violent Crimes Division.
- Really? - Sure.
Wait a minute. We'll give you a ride.
Wow, in a police car!
Hey, you two. What are you doing out so late?
We always stay together, so it's okay.
You'll be fine even if you go alone.
Nam-ju, tell them about what you heard at school.
What?
You know, during cleaning time, about the murderer.
Right! You know why they can't catch the murderer?
This is the truth. We go to Ansong Girls Middle School.
Behind our school, there's an outhouse.
They say a crazy man lives under there, the murderer!
He stays there all day,
and when night comes, he sneaks out and kills women.
So when he comes out at night,
you must be able to smell the shit from miles away.
That's not the story.
Yoo-jin said a crazy woman fell in there and died.
Then I'll meet you in front of the factory with an umbrella.
It's okay.
Okay.
I'll see you soon.
don't leave me.
I still love you. Walking by myself...
Hello?
Everyone stay where you are!
Don't touch anything near you. Don't move one step!
Hey, you!
I'm talking to you!
Wait for the forensics team.
Look!
These are genuine footprints.
You see the Remicon factory there?
He caught her near the factory,
and quietly pulled her over 400 meters to here.
The footprints look like a bride and groom's.
But you didn't find anything, aside from the footprints?
I hoped to find fingerprints on the umbrella, but no luck.
Not only that, due to the rain,
the footprints are all smudged.
Even after such a thorough investigation, nothing.
Therefore, Chief, I think this could be a hint. Hint!
What?
The fact that we found nothing at the scene.
Always in rape cases,
at the crime scene,
there's one or two of those hairs left behind.
So?
I'm saying the criminal must not have any hair down there.
You mean hairless?
That's right, hairless. A total baldie.
He can't leave hair behind, because he doesn't have any?
For example,
a Buddhist monk who shaved the hair down there.
It's a perfect crime.
Well, then.
Yongdeok Temple is just next door.
Should we start there?
Hey Gui-ok, you've got the radio on over there.
How would you like your coffee?
Lots of sugar for me.
- Inspector Suh! - Yes, sir?
Do you have any more ideas?
I don't know. As you saw today,
this criminal is flawless.
- So? - Therefore,
our standard procedures aren't going to help.
So what are we going to do?
Excuse me, but I've got something to show you.
What will she show us today?
What's this?
These are documents from an FM radio station.
Looks like a broadcast schedule.
Yes, it's an evening music program I listen to.
There's someone who keeps requesting the song, "Sad Letter".
If you look, it lists the dates this song was broadcast.
Actually, this isn't a very popular song. It's quite rare.
A song? What letter?
"Sad Letter" The singer is Yu Jae-ha.
Jo Young-pil's band.
- Sure, I heard it. - So?
The song was broadcast on the same days of the murders here.
Look.
October 20. That's Park Bo-hee's murder.
December 19 was Lee Hyang-sook.
So...
...on last night's murder too, this song was broadcast?
Yes. I listened to it myself.
Containing the request.
"Sent by a Ionely man from Terung District."
"Please broadcast it on a rainy day."
Miss Kwon, nice! Good idea!
You read too many mystery novels as a student?
That was a nice story.
Chief, this can't be a coincidence.
Look at this. Documents never lie.
Christ, here we go again.
It seems he's a real psycho.
As soon as he hears the song, he goes crazy.
Oh Chief, now you're doing it too. This makes no sense!
It does make sense, sir! It's quite simple.
Assemblies start with the National Anthem. It's the same.
Did you get the postcard?
I requested it,
but the radio station's a bit disorganized.
Find it quickly. Check the postmark,
fingerprints and handwriting.
Yes, sir!
Officer Kwon, call the station and follow up on this.
Baldies!
- What about that? - Huh?
What we mentioned before...
Hairless, sir!
How do you investigate?
Pull the pants off passing men?
The postcard from yesterday. I asked you to keep it!
What postcard?
You read it on the air yesterday! Look how many we get here!
Hey, mister!
Nothing. Get dressed.
Inspector.
They've already carted off yesterday's trash.
It's no use.
You're not going to shower?
Enough showers, for god's sake.
My skin feels like it'll burst.
You couldn't find any hairless men?
Like looking for dog's horns. Just paid sauna fees.
Shit, can't even get reimbursed.
At least your face is clean.
How many times in a day... dressing, undressing, dressing...
I'll lose my hair there too.
I asked the workers at the sauna there,
to call me if they saw anyone,
Bastards just smirked at me.
Don't do it all yourself, have someone else do it.
What's that guy from Seoul doing these days?
- Researching pop songs. - What?
Shit, it's nothing you've heard of.
Is he still talking nonsense?
Driving me crazy.
If you feel that way, go see a shaman.
A shaman?
Sure, one that tells fortunes well.
Ask her where the murderer is hiding.
A problem at the main gate of the police station.
It should be moved about 10m to the southwest.
A face just passed by me. I think he's the one.
Is his face among these pictures here?
Take those dirty photos away.
- Hey, just look... - Put them away!
It's bad fortune.
- Take this, and do what I say. - Don't try to sell that charm.
Wait, wait a minute.
You have to mix in dirt from the crime scene.
Stir.
She said that was most important.
Now pour it.
Stop.
Good.
Once this dries,
this stain will form the shape of the murderer's face.
That's ridiculous.
Quiet, you'll break the charm.
Know how much this costs?
So shut up!
Who's that?
Don't you know?
Criminals always return to the crime scene.
Wait a sec.
What's he doing here?
Why'd he come?
What the fuck...
We need science here!
What the hell's that?
Still, he's got style.