Uzys SMI Merge Tool

911ÀÔ´Ï´Ù.
¹«½¼ÀÏÀ̼¼¿ä?

 

ºê¶óÀ̾îŬ¸®ÇÁ¿¡
Â÷¸¦ º¸³»

 

-±×µéÀÌ ±â´Ù·Á
-´©°¡ ±â´Ù¸°´Ù°í¿ä?

 

³­ ¸Å¿ì ¹Ù»Û ¸öÀ̰ŵç

 

À̸§ Á»
¾Ë·ÁÁֽðھî¿ä?

 

¿©º¸¼¼¿ä

 

±×µéÀ» ¹ß°ßÇϸé
³» À̸§À» ¾Ë°Ô µÉ°Å¾ß

 

±×µéÀÌ ³¯ »çĪÇ߰ŵç

 

°æÂûÀÔ´Ï´Ù

 

´©±¸ ÀÖ³ª¿ä?

 

¹Ùºñ, ¼¼»ó¿¡!

 

Á¨Àå

 

Sync & corrections by honeybunny
www.addic7ed.com

 

Ç×»ó Á¦ À߸øÀϰŶó°í
»ý°¢Çß¾ú¾î¿ä

 

³» ¸ö¾È¿¡¼­
9°³¿ùÀ̳ª ÀÖ¾ú´ø ³» ¾ÆÀÌ..

 

°£È£µµ ÇØÁÖ¾ú°í, ¾Ä°ÜÁÖ°í,
¾È¾ÆÁÖ°í, ÀÚÀå°¡µµ ºÒ·¯Áá´Âµ¥..

 

¼ö³à´Ô, Àú´Â ¾ÆÀÌ°¡
µÎ¸í ´õÀÖ¾î¿ä

 

µÑ ´Ù ¸ðµÎ ¿ÏÀüÈ÷ Á¤»óÀÌ¿¡¿ä

 

²Ï Èûµå½Ã°Ú±º¿ä,
·¹À̳îµå¾¾

 

ÇÏÁö¸¸ ¿©±â¿£
¾Æµ¿À» À§ÇÑ ¹æÀÌ ¾ø¾î¿ä

 

¼ö³à´Ô, Á¦´Ï´Â
±×Àú ¾ÆÀÌ°¡ ¾Æ´Ï¿¡¿ä

 

»ç½Ç,
±×°Ô ¹®Á¦¿¡¿ä

 

¾ðÁ¦³ª ¾î¸¥Ã³·³ ÇൿÇØ¿ä

 

Á¦´Ï°¡ Çѹøµµ ¿î ÀûÀÌ
¾ø´Â °Å ¾Æ¼¼¿ä?

 

Çѹøµµ¿ä.
¾ÆÁÖ ÀÛÀº ¾Ö±â¿´À»¶§¿¡µµ

 

³²µé¿¡°Ô ÇÑ ¹øµµ ¸»ÇÑ Àû ¾ø´Â °É
¸»Çص帱°Ô¿ä

 

 

Á¦´Ï¿Í Ä£±¸ Á¶½Ã´Â
¹æ°úÈÄ¿¡ °°ÀÌ ³î°ïÇß¾î¿ä

 

 

µÑº¸°í ¹Û¿¡ ³ª°¡¼­
³ª¹µ°¡Áö¸¦ ÁÖ¿ö¿À¶ó°í Çß¾ú¾î¿ä

 

°¡À»È­È¯À» ¸¸µå·Á°í Çß¾ú°Åµç¿ä

 

Á¦´Ï¿Í ³î¾ÆÁÖ´Â ¾ÆÀÌ´Â
Á¶½Ã¹Û¿¡ ¾ø¾ú°í,

 

µÑÀÌ Àß Áö³»±æ ¹Ù·¨¾ú¾î¿ä

 

±×¸¦ ¸ØÃß·Á°í Çߴµ¥,
³ªº¸´Ù µ¢Ä¡°¡ ÄǾú°í¿ä

 

³»°¡ °¡¸¸È÷ ¾È ÀÖÀ¸¸é,

 

³ªµµ Á×ÀϰŶó°í ¸»Çß¾î¿ä

 

Å°°¡ ÄÇ°í¿ä, Åμö¿°ÀÌ ÀÖ°í
°¥»ö ÀÚÄÏÀ» ÀÔ°íÀÖ¾ú¾î¿ä

 

±×¸®°í °æÂûÀº °¥»öÀÚÄÏÀ» ÀÔÀº
³²ÀÚ¸¦ ¸ø ã¾Ò°í¿ä?

 

 

±×µéÀÌ ¼ö»öÀ» Çß¾î¿ä

 

ÀÌƲÀü, Á¦°¡ ¼¼Å¹À» ÇÏ°í ÀÖÀ»¶§,
ÀÌ°É Á¦´Ï ÁÖ¸Ó´Ï¿¡¼­ ã¾Ò¾î¿ä

 

 

Àü °æÂû¼­¿¡
°¥ ¼ö ¾ø¾î¿ä

 

¼ö³à´Ô, Àü ¸øÇØ¿ä
Á¦ µþÀ̶ó°í¿ä..

 

·¹À̳îµå¾¾..

 

ºê¶óÀ̾îŬ¸®ÇÁ°¡ ¿­¾úÀ»¶§ºÎÅÍ
Á¦ ²Þ Áß Çϳª°¡

 

¾î¸°ÀÌ º´µ¿À» ¿©´Â °Å¿´¾î¿ä

 

 

¿ì¸®ÀÇ µµ¿òÀÌ ÇÊ¿äÇÑ
ÀÛÀº ¿µÈ¥µéÀÌ ¸¹Áö¿ä

 

 

ÇÏÁö¸¸ Áö±ÝÀº
ÇÒ¼öÀÖ´Â°Ô ¾ø¾î¿ä

 

±âµµ°¡..

 

´ç½ÅÀÇ ÈûÀÌÀÚ Çù·ÂÀÚÀÔ´Ï´Ù

 

±×³É Çѹø ºÁÁֽǼö´Â
¾ø³ª¿ä?

 

°è´Ü ¹Ù·Î ¹Ø¿¡ ÀÖ¾î¿ä

 

¼ö³à´Ô,
Àý ÀÌÇؽÃÄÑÁÖ¼¼¿ä

 

ÀÌ ¾Ç¸¶°¡ ¾îµð¼­ ¿À´Â°ÅÁÒ?

 

±×³É ¾Ç¸¶·Î ž¼öµµ
Àִ°ǰ¡¿ä?

 

 

 

Å©·ÎÅ©¹«½´ ³¿»õ¸¦ ¸ÃÀ¸¸ç
³·Àá¿¡¼­ ±ú¾î³ª´Â°Íº¸´Ù

 

´õ ȲȦÇÑ°Ô ÀÖÀ»±î?

 

 

ºñ¿À´Â³¯ ¾ö¸¶°¡,
¹æ°úÈÄ ¸¸µé¾î ÁÖ½ÅÀûÀÖÁö?

 

 

 

 

¼Ò¸® Áö¸¦´ë·Î Áú·¯ºÁ,
¾Æ¹«µµ ¸øµéÀ»Å×´Ï

 

¾Ë´Ù½ÃÇÇ,
ÁöÇÏ´Â ¹æÀ½À̰ŵç

 

³¯ ¹Ï¾î, Àü¿¡ ¿©ÀÚµéÀº
³Êº¸´Ù Æó°¡ ÄǾú¾î

 

 

À¢µð´Â ¾îµø¾î?

 

À¢µð ¸ö¿¡
¹«½¼ÁþÀ» ÇѰžß?

 

¾Æ¹«µµ ¸ø ãÀ»°÷¿¡
¼û°Ü³ùÁö

 

Å°Æ® ¿öÄ¿°¡ ±× Ãæ°ÝÀûÀÎ
»ìÀεéÀ» Çß´Ù°í ÀÚ¹éÇߴµ¥

 

½Ãü°¡ ºÒ¾¦ ³ªÅ¸³ª¸é ¾ÈµÇ°Åµç

 

 

ºñ¹ÐÇϳª ¾Ë·ÁÁÙ±î?

 

ÀÌ ´ã¹è°¡ ÀÌ ¼¼»óÀÇ ¸ðµç
Â÷À̸¦ ¸¸µé¾î

 

 

Å©·Î½º¹«½´¿Í
Å丶Åä ¼öÇÁ.

 

¾ö¸¶°¡ ¸¸µé¾îÁÖ½Å
¿Ïº®ÇÑ °£½ÄÀÌÁö

 

³ª´Â ÀÌ·±°É ¸¸µé¾îÁÖ½Ç
¾ö¸¶°¡ ¾ø¾úÁö¸¸

 

 

´ç¿¬È÷, ³ªµµ ¾ö¸¶°¡ ÀÖ±äÇßÁö
ÇÏÁö¸¸ ³­ ¾ö¸¶¸¦ ¸ô¶ú¾î

 

 

±×³à°¡ ³¯ ¹ö¸° ³ªÀÌ°¡
´Ï ³ªÀÌ¿Í ºñ½ÁÇßÁö

 

°í¾Æ¿ø¿¡¼­ ÀÚ¶ú¾î?

 

±×·¡,
±× ü³»¼Ó¿¡¼­ ÀÚ¶úÁö

 

°Å±â¼± ±âº»Àû ¿å±¸¸¦
ÃæÁ·½ÃÄÑÁÖ¾ú¾î

 

À½½Ä, ¹°,

 

±âº»ÀûÀÎ ±³À°.

 

±×¸®°í °¡Á×¼öÈ®ÀÇ µµ¿òÀ¸·Î,

 

 

¿ÇÀº°Í°ú À߸øµÈ°ÍÀÇ
Â÷À̸¦ ¹è¿üÁö

 

±×µéÀº ¸ðµç ±ÔÄ¢À» ÁؼöÇß¾î

 

ƯÈ÷ ¾ÖÁ¤À̳ª
ºÒÇÊ¿äÇÑ À°Ã¼Àû Á¢ÃË¿¡ ´ëÇÑ ±ÔÄ¢µéÀ»,

 

 

¿Ö³ÄÇϸé Á¢ÃËÀº ´ç¿¬È÷
¾ÆÀ̸¦ ¸ÁÄ¡°Åµç

 

ÀÌ°Å ±¦Âú³×.

 

¸Â¾Æ

 

ÀÌ°Å ±¦ÂúÁö

 

¸ÀÀÖ¾î

 

¿Ã¸®¹ö,
´ç½ÅÀ» °¡¸£Ä¡·Á ÇÏ´Â°Ô ¾Æ´Ï¶ó

 

´ç½ÅÀÌ ¾Ë¾ÆÁáÀ¸¸é ÁÁ°Ú¾î,
ÀÌ·± È£ÀÇ°¡ °í¸¿´Ù°í

 

 

³ªµµ ¹ö·ÁÁö´Â
±âºÐÀ» ¾Ë¾Æ

 

ºê¶óÀ̾îŬ¸®ÇÁ¿¡ ¹ö·ÁÁ³´ø
±âºÐ°ú ºñ½ÁÇØ

 

³»°¡ ¸Â¾Ò±º

 

´Ï°¡ ¹Ù·Î..

 

¶ó³ª, ³ª´Â ¾ðÁ¦³ª
ÀÚ°¢ÇÏ°í ÀÖ¾ú¾î

 

³ª´Â ´Ù¸¥ ¾ÆÀ̵é°ú
Á¶±Ý ´Þ¶ú¾úÁö

 

³­ ´õ ¶È¶ÈÇß¾î

 

ÇÏÁö¸¸ ³­ ¶ÇÇÑ
´õ ±«·Î¿üÁö

 

³» Àå¾Ö¸¦
´õ Àß ÀÌÇØÇϱâÀ§ÇØ,

 

³­ Á¤½ÅÀÇÇÐÀ» °øºÎÇß¾î

 

ÀÇ´ë¿¡ ÀÔÇÐÇؼ­¾ß
óÀ½À¸·Î µ¹Æı¸¸¦ ã¾ÒÁö

 

 

¾ß, Æ®·¹µå½¼,
µè±â·Î´Â ÀÌ °Å¸®°¡

 

´Ï°¡ ¿©ÀÚÄ£±¸¿¡°Ô °¡Àå
°¡±îÀÌ °¥¼öÀÖ´Â °Å¸®¶ó´øµ¥

 

 

³­ ³» ¸ÛûÇÑ µ¿±âµéÀ»
µû¶ó¼­ ¿ô¾ú¾î

 

ÇÏÁö¸¸ ³­ ±×°Ô ³» ¿©ÀÚÄ£±¸°¡
¾Æ´Ï¶ó´Â°É ¾Ë°íÀÖ¾úÁö

 

¿À´ÃÀ» À§ÇØ Àç·áµéÀº
°ËÅäÇß°ÚÁÒ?

 

 

±×³à´Â ³» ¾ö¸¶¿´¾î
±×³à´Â 33»ìÀ̾úÁö

 

³» ¾ö¸¶°¡ ³ª¸¦ ¹ö·ÈÀ»¶§¿Í
¶È°°Àº ³ªÀÌ¿´¾î

 

¶ó³ª,
³Ê¿Í °°Àº ³ªÀ̾ß

 

³­ ³í¸®ÀûÀ¸·Î,
À̼ºÀûÀ¸·Î,

 

Å×À̺í À§¿¡ÀÖ´Â ¿©ÀÚ°¡
³» ¾ö¸¶°¡ ¾Æ´Ï¶ó´Â°É ¾Ë°íÀÖ¾ú¾î

 

ÇÏÁö¸¸,
³» ȯ»ó¼Ó¿¡¼±,

 

±×³à°¡ ÁøÂ¥ ¾ö¸¶Àϼöµµ
ÀÖ´Ù°í »ý°¢ÇßÁö

 

¿ª°Ü¿î ÇغÎÇа­ÀÇ¿¡¼­
ÆÇÀ§¿¡ ÀÖ´Â ¾ö¸¶¸¦

 

óÀ½¸¸³­°Ç
½ÃÀû Á¤ÀÇ(ïáëù)¿´¾î

 

±×¶§ ³­ ³»°¡ ÀÒ¾ú´ø°É
µÇã¾Ò¾î

 

¾ö¸¶ÀÇ ¼Õ±æ.

 

¾ö¸¶¿ÍÀÇ Á¢ÃË.

 

±×°Ô ³»°¡ °¥±¸Çß´ø°Å¾ß

 

±×°Ô ³» Æò»ýµ¿¾È
ã°íÀÖ¾ú´ø°Å°í

 

¿À, ÇÏÁö¸¸ ±×³à¿¡°Ô¼­
Æ÷¸§¾Ëµ¥È÷µåÀÇ ³¿»õ°¡ ³µ¾î

 

 

±×¸®°í ÇǺÎ, ³»°¡ ¹þ°Ü³»°í ³ª¼­µµ,
Â÷°©°í µüµüÇßÁö

 

ÇÒ·Î¿ì ¿¬±¸¿¡ ´ëÇØ
Àо°Å³ª µé¾îº»ÀûÀÖ³ª?

 

 

¾Æ±â ¹ð°ñ¿ø¼þÀÌ°¡
Ãâ»êÁ÷ÈÄ ¾ö¸¶·ÎºÎÅÍ ºÐ¸®µÇ°í

 

 

µÎ¸íÀÇ ´ëü
¾ö¸¶¸¦ ¸¸³µ¾î

 

¸ðÀ¯°¡ ÀÖ´Â
ö¸Á ¼Ó ¾ö¸¶¿Í,

 

µû¶æÇÑ ¿ÊÀ»
ÀÔ°íÀÖ´Â ¾ö¸¶¿ø¼þÀÌ.

 

¸ðµç ¿ø¼þÀÌ°¡
µû¶æÇÑ ¿ÊÀ» ÀÔÀº ¾ö¸¶¸¦ ÁÁ¾ÆÇß¾î

 

½ÉÁö¾î ¿ìÀ¯°¡ ¾øÀ»Áö¶óµµ.

 

¿Â±â¶§¹®¿¡?

 

ÇǺζ§¹®¿¡.

 

½ÉÁö¾î ¿ø¼þÀ̵µ
Â÷ÀÌÁ¡À» ¾Ë¾Æ

 

³­ ³ë·ÂÇß¾î,
Á¤¸» ³ë·ÂÇß¾î

 

ÇÏÁö¸¸ ±× ½Ãü´Â
³» ¿å±¸¸¦ ÀáÀç¿öÁÖÁö ¾Ê¾ÒÁö

 

³­ ÇÊ¿äÇß¾î...

 

..´õ »ý±âÀÖ´Â ¾ö¸¶¸¦

 

 

 

µû¶æÇÏ°í »ì¾ÆÀÖ´Â ÇǺÎÀÇ..

 

 

¾Æ´Ï¾ß, ¾Æ´Ï¾ß

 

±¦Âú¾Æ

 

±¦Âú¾Æ,
ÀÌÁ¦ ´Ï°¡ ¿©±âÀÖÀ¸´Ï±î

 

±× ÀϵéÀº µÞÀü¿¡ ÀÖ¾î

 

¾ö¸¶.

 

 

¿©º¸¼¼¿ä?

 

Áêµå ¼ö³à´Ô

 

»ù ±Â¸ÇÀÔ´Ï´Ù.

 

»ù,
ÀüÈ­ÇÏ·Á°í Çß¾ú´Âµ¥

 

´äÀÌ ¾ø´õ±º¿ä

 

´ç½ÅÀÌ ºÎŹÇÑ°É
Á¶»çÇÏ°í ÀÖ¾ú¾î¿ä

 

³×, ÇÏÁö¸¸.. Á¦°¡
±×¸¸Ç϶ó°í Çß¾ú´Âµ¥¿ä

 

Á¦¸»Àº, ±× ¿©ÀÚ,
±× ȯÀÚ°¡,

 

¾È³× ÇÁ¶ûÅ©°¡
¾Æ´Ï¾ú¾î¿ä

 

±×³à°¡
´Ù Áö¾î³½°Å¿¡¿ä

 

¾î·µç,
±×³à°¡ ¸Â¾Ò¾î¿ä

 

 

±×°¡
'Çѽº ±×·çÆÛ'ÀÔ´Ï´Ù

 

±×´Â ¾Æ¿ì½´ºñÃ÷¿¡¼­
SS´Ü¿øÀ̾ú°í...Àǻ翴¾î¿ä

 

¹¹¶ó°í¿ä?

 

±×³à°¡ ¸Â¾Ò´Ù°í
¸»ÇϽô °Ì´Ï±î?

 

 

ÇعæÈÄ,

 

±×´Â '¾Æ¼­ ¾Æµç'À̶ó´Â À̸§¾Æ·¡,
±¹Á¦ Àû½ÊÀڷκÎÅÍ

 

ÅëÇà Çã°¡ÁõÀ»
¾ò¾ú¾î¿ä

 

Á¦°¡ Àû½ÊÀڷκÎÅÍÀÇ
¿øº»À» °¡Áö°í ÀÖ½À´Ï´Ù

 

 

ÇÏÁö¸¸ È®½ÇÈ÷ ÇÏ·Á¸é
±×·çÆÛÀÇ Áö¹®ÀÌ ÇÊ¿äÇØ¿ä

 

Á¶½ÉÇØ¿ä. ±×´Â À§ÇèÇÏ°í,
¿¬´ë°¡ ÀÖ¾î¿ä

 

±× »ç¶÷µéÀº ¾ðÁ¦³ª
±×¸¦ º¸È£ÇÒ°Å¿¡¿ä

 

±×µéÀÌ ºÒ¾ÈÇÔÀ» ´À³¢´Â ¼ø°£,
»ç¶óÁ®¹ö¸±°Å¿¡¿ä

 

Áö¹®À» °¡Áö°Ô µÇÀÚ¸¶ÀÚ,
¹Ù·Î ¸ðÅÚ·Î °¡Áö°í¿Í¿ä

 

 

 

´©±¸¾ß?

 

Á¦´Ï¿¡¿ä

 

¿©±â´Â ¾î¸°À̺´µ¿ÀÌ ¾ø´Ù°í
¾î¸Ó´ÏÇÑÅ× ¸»Çߴµ¥..

 

 

-¾ö¸¶ ¾îµð°¡¼Ì´Ï?
-°¬¾î¿ä

 

Á¦ »´¿¡ »Ç»Ç¸¦ ÇÏ°í´Â
"ÀßÁö³», Á¦´Ï"¶ó°í Çß¾î¿ä

 

 

¸Å¸® À¯´Ï½º ¼ö³à´Ô!

 

µµ¿ÍÁà¿ä

 

¸ù½Ã´¥,
¿ÍÁּż­ °¨»çÇÕ´Ï´Ù

 

Á¦°¡ °¨»çÇÏÁÒ

 

Á¾ºÎ¼º»ç¸¦ ÇÒ
±âȸ°¡ »ý±ä°É¿ä

 

´ç½ÅÀÌ µ¿Á¤½ÉÀÌ ¸¹¾Æ
õ¸¸´ÙÇàÀÔ´Ï´Ù

 

¿©±â¿¡ ¸î¸î
½ÅÀÚµéÀ» ºÒ·¶¾úÀ¸³ª,

 

´º½º ±â»ç¸¦ º¸°í´Â
´Ùµé Ãæ°Ý¿¡ ºüÁö´õ±º¿ä

 

ƯÈ÷ ±×µéÀÌ ±×³àÀÇ
¾Ï¿ïÇÑ »çÁøÀ» ºÃÀ»¶§¿ä

 

±×³à¿¡°Ô
¹«½¼ÀÏÀÌ ÀϾ°Ì´Ï±î?

 

¾Æ¹«µµ ¸ô¶ó¿ä

 

¿ì¸® ÀÇ»çµéÀÌ ¸¹Àº
°Ë»çµéÀ» Çß¾ú¾î¿ä

 

ÇÏÁö¸¸ °áÇٰ˻翡
¾ç¼ºÆÇÁ¤ÀÌ ³ª¿À´õ±º¿ä

 

Oh, I didn't realize
there were still new cases.
¿À, Àü ¾ÆÁ÷ ´õ ¸¹Àº
°æ¿ì°¡ ÀÖ´ÂÁö ¸ô¶ú´Âµ¥¿ä

 

Á¦°¡ °æ°í¸¦ Çؾ߰ڱº¿ä..

 

±×³àÀÇ ¿Ü¸ð°¡ ²Ï
Ãæ°ÝÀûÀÔ´Ï´Ù

 

¿ì¸® ¸ðµÎ ½ÅÀÇ
âÁ¶¹°ÀÌÁö¿ä

 

Àú´Â º¹µµ¿¡ ÀÖ°Ú½À´Ï´Ù

 

 

¾ÆÀ̾ß,

 

 

¼Ð¸®?

 

¿À, Àú°É º¸½Ê½Ã¿À

 

Á¦ÀÓ½º ½ÅºÎ´Ô

 

ÀÌ°Ô ¿ì¸® ȯÀÚµéÀ» À§ÇÑ
ÈǸ¢ÇÑ ÈÞ°Ô½ÇÀÌ µÉ°Å°°±º¿ä

 

 

ÀÌ·±, Àü °áÇÙȯÀÚµéÀÌ
´Ù ¶°³­ÁÙ ¾Ë¾Ò´Âµ¥¿ä

 

 

ÀÌ »ç¶÷µéÀº
ºÒÄ¡º´È¯ÀÚµéÀÔ´Ï´Ù

 

Æó°áÇÙÀÌ ±Þ°ÝÈ÷ ÁøÈ­ÇßÁö¸¸,

 

»õ·Î¿î ±âÀûÀûÀÎ ¾àÀÌ
È¿°ú¸¦ ¹Ï¾îºÁ¾ßÁÒ

 

ÃູÀÌ Àֱ⸦..

 

¾ÆÁ÷Àº ¾ø½À´Ï´Ù

 

¾Æ¼­ ¾Æµç ¹Ú»çÀÔ´Ï´Ù.

 

ºê¶óÀ̾îŬ¸®ÇÁ¿¡¼­
°áÇÙȯÀÚµé °¨µ¶ÀÇ»çÁö¿ä

 

¾Æ, Àü(îñ)°¨µ¶À̶ó°í
Çؾ߰ڱº¿ä

 

Ƽ¸ð½Ã ÇÏ¿öµå
½ÅºÎÀÔ´Ï´Ù..

 

³×,
´©±ºÁö ¾Ð´Ï´Ù

 

»õ ¼ÒÀ¯ÁÖÀ̽ÃÁÒ

 

»ø¸® ½ºÅº½ºÀÔ´Ï´Ù.

 

±×³à´Â ¿¹Àü¿¡
¿©±âÀÇ °£È£»ç¿´ÁÒ

 

¿îÀÌ ÁÁÁö¾ÊÀ¸¸é,
¾Æħ±îÁö »ìÁö ¸øÇÒ°Ì´Ï´Ù

 

ÀÌ ½Å¼ºÇÑ ÇâÀ¯¸¦ ÅëÇÏ¿©

 

½Å°ú ±×ÀÇ »ç¶û°ú ÀÚºñ°¡
³ÊÀÇ ¼º½º·¯¿î ¿µÈ¥À»

 

Çϳª´ÔÀÇ ÀºÇý·Î
µµ¿ÍÁֽñ⸦

 

 

½ÅÀÌ ³ÊÀÇ Á˷κÎÅÍ
ÀÚÀ¯·Ó°Ô ÇØÁÖ°í

 

³Î »ì·ÁÁÖ°í
³Î ÀÏÀ¸ÄÑÁֽǰÍÀÌ´Ï

 

ÀÌÁ¦ ±¦ÂúÀ»°Ì´Ï´Ù,
Àڸſ©

 

¿¹¼ö±×¸®½ºµµ°¡
ÆÈÀ» ³Ê¿¡°Ô Æì½Ã´Ï

 

 

ÀÌ Àü¿°º´ÀÌ
±Ø½ÉÇÏ°Ô µ¹¾ÒÀ»¶§,

 

¿ì¸®°¡ ¿©±â¸¦ ÅëÇØ
100±¸°¡ ³Ñ´Â ½Ãü¸¦ ¿Å°å¾úÁö¿ä

 

 

-Àå·Ê´Â ¾î¶»°Ô ´Ùµé Ä¡·ð½À´Ï±î?
-Àå·Ê½ÄÀº ¾ø¾ú½À´Ï´Ù

 

¿©±â¿¡ ÀÖ´Â ´ëºÎºÐÀÇ »ç¶÷µéÀÌ
ÀØÇôÁøÁö ¿À·¡µÈ »ç¶÷µéÀÔ´Ï´Ù

 

¿ì¸®´Â ½Ãü¸¦
Àú ¹Û¿¡¼­ ¼Ò°¢ÇÏ°í´Â

 

¿©±â¿¡¼­ À縦 º¸°üÇÕ´Ï´Ù

 

 

ÀÌ ¹ö·ÁÁø »ý¸íµé

 

ÀÌ ¹ö·ÁÁø ±âȸµé.

 

¸¶Ä§³» ÀÌ °ø°£À» ¶°³¯¼öÀְԵǾî
±â»Ú½Ã°Ú±º¿ä

 

 

ºê¶óÀ̾îŬ¸®ÇÁ¿¡¼­
Á¦ Á¦ÀӱⰣÀÇ ³¡Àº

 

Á¦ ¿¬±¸ÀÇ ³¡À»
ÀǹÌÇϱ⵵ÇÕ´Ï´Ù

 

¿¬±¸¿ä?

 

Àú´Â ¸é¿ªÃËÁøÁ¦¿¡ ´ëÇØ
¿¬±¸¸¦ ÇÏ°í ÀÖ½À´Ï´Ù

 

¹ÚÅ׸®¾Æ ĬÅ×ÀÏÀ̶ó°í
¸»ÇÒ¼ö ÀÖ°Ú±º¿ä

 

Àΰ£ÀÇ À°Ã¼¿¡ µé¾î¿À·Á´Â
´ëºÎºÐÀÇ Áúº´µéÀ»

 

¶³Ãij¾ ¼ö
ÀÖÀ»°Ì´Ï´Ù

 

±× ¿¬±¸¸¦ À§ÇØ
¹¹°¡ ´õ ÇÊ¿äÇմϱî?

 

ÀÎü½ÇÇèÀÌ
´ÙÀ½ ´Ü°èÀÔ´Ï´Ù

 

¾Æ¸¶ Áö¿øÀÚµéÀ» ã±â´Â
¾öû Èûµé°Ì´Ï´Ù

 

ÀÏ¹Ý ´ëÁß¿¡¼­´Â,
±×·¸ÁÒ

 

ÇÏÁö¸¸ ¾Æ¹« ¸ñÀûµµ ¾øÀÌ »ç´Â
»ý¸íµéµµ ÀÖ½À´Ï´Ù

 

¿ì¸®°¡ °°ÀÌ ÀÏÇϸé,
±×µéÀÌ ´õ ÁÁÀºÀÏ¿¡ ¾²¿©Áú¼ö ÀÖÀ»°Ì´Ï´Ù

 

 

 

°£°úµÇÁö ¾ÊÀ»
ÁÁÀºÀÏ ¸»ÀÔ´Ï´Ù.

 

·Î¸¶¿¡¼­¶óµµ¿ä

 

 

 

 

 

¹¼´Ï±î?

 

¸ðÂ¥¸£Æ®¸¦
´õ ÁÁ¾ÆÇϽʴϱî?

 

Áêµå¼ö³à°¡
¸Â¾Ò¾î

 

´ç½ÅÀº ±«¹°À̾ß

 

¾îÂîÇÏ¿© ÇüÁ¦ÀÇ
´«¼Ó¿¡ Àִ Ƽ´Â º¸°í

 

´ç½Å ´« ¼Ó¿¡ ÀÖ´Â µéº¸´Â
±ú´ÝÁö ¸øÇϴ°̴ϱî?

 

 

´ç½ÅÀÌ ¼Ð¸®ÇÑÅ×
¹«½¼ ÁþÀ» Çß´ÂÁö ºÃ¾î

 

 

ÁøÀüÀ̶ó´Â
¸í¸ñÀ¸·Î¿ä.

 

°°ÀÌ ÇÕÀÇÇß´ø°Ô
¾Æ´Õ´Ï±î?

 

¾Æ´Ï, ÀÌ°Ô ÁÁÀºÀÏ¿¡
¾²¿©Áú°Å¶ó°í Çسõ°ï

 

´ç½ÅÀº ±×³à¸¦
ºÒ±¸·Î ¸¸µé¾ú¾î!

 

¾Æ¸¶µµ¿ä.

 

±×·¯³ª ´ç½ÅÀº
¿äÁ¡À» ºø°Ü°¡°í ÀÖ±º¿ä

 

ºê¶óÀ̾îŬ¸®ÇÁ´Â
Àΰ£ ¾²·¹±âµéÀ» À§ÇÑ

 

¾²·¹±âÅëÀÔ´Ï´Ù

 

°¢°¢ÀÇ È¯ÀÚ°¡ ÁøÈ­Àû ½ÇÆÐÀÇ
¿Ïº®ÇÑ ¿¹½ÃµéÀÌÁÒ

 

 

 

 

¿À, ¿¹

 

 

¿À, ±×·¡
±×°Å¾ß, ±×°Å¾ß

 

±×·¡, ¿À

 

 

ÀÌ°Í Âü ¾û¸ÁÀ̱¸¸¸,
½ºÆÄÀ̺ñ

 

û¼Òµµ±¸ÇÔÀ»
³îÀÌÅÍ·Î Âø°¢Çß³ªº¸±º

 

 

¾î¸° ¿©ÀÚ¾Öµé°ú ³²Àھֵ鿡°Ô
´Ï ¸öÀ» º¸¿©Áá´ø°÷ ¸»À̾ß

 

 

³²Àھֵ鿡°Õ
ÇÑÀû¾ø¾î¿ä, ¹Ú»ç´Ô

 

³» ±âÁØÀÌ ÀÖ´Ù°í¿ä

 

³Ê´Â ¿ÏÀüÈ÷
Ÿ¶ôÇß¾î

 

³Í ´õÀÌ»ó
°³¼±ÀÌ ¾ÈµÇ´Â±º

 

¾Æ´Ï¿¡¿ä,
Ʋ·È¾î¿ä ¹Ú»ç´Ô.

 

³­ »õ·Î¿î
»ç¶÷ÀÌ ‰ç´Ù±¸¿ä

 

Á¦°¡ ¿¹Àü¿¡´Â
»çÁ¤ÇϱâÀü±îÁö´Â ¸ØÃßÁö¾Ê´Â

 

¿ª°Ü¿î ¿å±¸µéÀÌ
ÀÖ¾úÁö¸¸,

 

Á¦¸»Àº, ÀÌÁ¦´Â »ç¶÷µéÀÌ Àִµ¥¼­
ÆÒƼ¸¦ ¹þ°í

 

µ¹¾Æ´Ù´ÏÁö ¾Ê´Â´Ù±¸¿ä

 

¸Å¸® À¯´Ï½º ¼ö³à°¡
Àý ¿©±â·Î ºÒ·¯¼±

 

º¸Áö¸¦ º¸¶ó°í
½ÃŲ°Å¿¡¿ä..

 

Á¦ ¸ñÇ¥´Â
ÀÌ ¾²·¹±âÀλýµé¿¡°Ô

 

»îÀÇ Àǹ̸¦
Áִ°ÍÀ̾ú½À´Ï´Ù

 

±×¸®°í Àú´Â ±× ¾û¶×ÇÑ »ó»óÀ»³Ñ¾î
±×°ÍÀ» ¼º°øÇßÁö¿ä

 

 

Àú´Â ¸Åµ¶°ú °áÇÙÀÇ
°áÇÕ½ÇÇèÀ¸·Î

 

 

ÀÇÇнüú¿ª»ç¿¡¼­ º»Àûµµ ¾ø´Â
°á°ú¸¦ ³º¾Ò½À´Ï´Ù

 

ÀÌ È¯ÀÚµéÀÌ Ã³À½ ¿ÔÀ»¶©,
Àΰ£ÀÌÇÏÀÇ »ý¹°µéÀÌ¿´ÁÒ

 

Áö±ÝÀº,
³ª ´öºÐ¿¡,

 

±×µéÀº ÀÌÁ¦
Àΰ£ ÀÌ»óÀÇ »ý¹°µéÀÔ´Ï´Ù

 

´ç½ÅÀÇ ÀÚºñ½ÉÀº
¹«½¼ °á°ú¸¦ ³º¾Ò½À´Ï±î?

 

 

Àΰ£ ÁøÈ­ÀÇ
´ÙÀ½ ´Ü°è¸¦ °üÂûÇغ¸½ÃÁÒ

 

 

´ç½Å ¹ÌÃƾî?

 

´ëü ¿Ö ÀÌ·±ÁþÀ»
Çϴ°žß?

 

¿Ö±×·¯½Ê´Ï±î?

 

·¯½Ã¾ÆÀεéÀÌ
Çٹ̻çÀÏÀ» ÀåÀüÇßÀ»¶§,

 

2õ¸¸¸íÀÇ ¹Ì±¹ÀÎÀÌ
´Ü¼ø°£¿¡ ¼Ò°¢µÉ ¿î¸íÀ̾úÁÒ

 

´Ù¸¥ 2õ¸¸¸íÀº ´À¸®°í,
±«·Î¿î Á×À½À» ¸ÂÀ»¿î¸íÀ̾ú°í¿ä

 

ÀÚ¿¬¼±ÅÃÀÌ ¾àÁ¡À»
Á¦°ÅÇÏ¿´°ÚÁö¸¸,

 

±×°Ç ÃæºÐÀÌ ½Ã°£ÀÌ
Áö³ª¾ß¸¸ ÇÕ´Ï´Ù

 

¹Ý¸é¿¡ Àú´Â Á¾(ðú)À»
Çâ»ó½Ãų¼öÀÖ¾úÁö¿ä

 

±×·¸±â¿¡ ¿ì¸®´Â ÇÙÆø¹ß¿¡¼­µµ
»ì¾Æ³²À» ¼ö ÀÖ°í,

 

¹æ»ç´É¿¡¼­µµ »ì¾Æ³²¾Æ
´Ù½Ã Áö¹èÀÚ°¡ µÉ¼ö ÀÖ½À´Ï´Ù

 

 

´ç½ÅÀº °¨¿Á¾È¿¡
µé¾î°¡¾ßÇØ

 

´ç½Å°ú
ÇÔ²²¸»ÀԴϱî?

 

½ÅºÎ´Ô,
¿ì¸®´Â µ¿·áÀÔ´Ï´Ù

 

±â¾ï³ª½Ê´Ï±î?

 

´ç½ÅÀº ³ª¿¡°Ô ÃູÀ» ÁÖ¾úÁÒ,
ÀÌ ½Ã¼³°ú ȯÀÚµé°ú ÇÔ²²

 

 

ÀÌ°É ´õÀÌ»ó
Çã¶ôÇÒ¼ø ¾ø¾î

 

ÀÌ°É Æø·ÎÇҰžß

 

¸¸¾à ±× ¹®À»
¿©½Å´Ù¸é,

 

ºûÀÌ ºê¶óÀ̾îŬ¸®ÇÁÀÇ
¸ðµç°É ¹àÈú°ÍÀÔ´Ï´Ù

 

'¸ðµç°Í' ¸»ÀÔ´Ï´Ù

 

 

±×·¯½ÇÁÙ
¾Ë¾Ò½À´Ï´Ù

 

ÀÌÁ¦,
³» ¸» Àßµé¾î¿ä

 

´ç½Å°ú ³ª´Â
¼­·Î µÎ·Á¿öÇÒ ÀÌÀ¯°¡ ¾ø½À´Ï´Ù

 

ÇÏÁö¸¸,
¿ì¸®´Â °øµ¿ÀÇ À§ÇùÀÌ ÀÖÁö¿ä

 

¿ì¸®¸ðµÎ ÁøÁ¤ÇÑ À§ÇèÀÌ
¾îµðÀÖ´ÂÁö ¾ËÀݽÀ´Ï±î

 

Á¦°¡ ÇغÁµµ µÇ¿ä?

 

³Í Ä®¾²±â¿¡ ³Ê¹« ¾î·Á.
´Ï ¼ÕÀ» À߶ó¹ö¸±°Å¾ß

 

±×³ªÀú³ª ¾ö¸¶°¡ ³Î ¿Ö
¿©±â¿¡ ¹ö¸°°Å´Ï?

 

-¾ö¸¶°¡ ³¯ ¹«¼­¿öÇØ¿ä
-Á¤¸»?

 

¿Ö?

 

³»°¡ Á¶½Ã¸¦
Á׿´´Ù°í »ý°¢ÇØ¿ä

 

Á¤¸» Á׿´´Ï?

 

¾Æ´Ï¿ä

 

-Á×ÀΰŠ¸Â±¸¸¸
-¾î¶»°Ô ¾Ë¾Æ¿ä?

 

³­ ¸ðµç°É ¾Ë¾Æ

 

³­ ¾Ç¸¶°Åµç

 

Á¶½Ã´Â Á׾ ½Î

 

¬¾²·¹±â¿´°Åµç

 

°Ã ³Î
ÁÁ¾ÆÇÏÁöµµ ¾Ê¾Ò¾î

 

¾ö¸¶°¡ ½ÃÄѼ­
³Ê¿Í ³î¾ÆÁØ °Í »ÓÀ̾ß

 

 

ÇÏÁö¸¸ ³Í Çà¿î¾Æ¾ß,
³Í ÁøÁ¤ÇÑ Ã浿À» Ÿ°í³µ°Åµç

 

 

´Ù¸¥ »ç¶÷µéÀÌ
±×°É ¾ï´©¸£°Ô ÇÏÁö¸¶

 

³­ ÂøÇѼҳడ µÇ±âÀ§ÇØ
¾öû³­ ½Ã°£À» ½ñ¾ÆºÎ¾úÁö

 

 

³»°¡ ¹Ù¶õ°Ç
»ç¶÷µéÀÌ ³¯ ÁÁ¾ÆÇÏ±æ ¿øÇß´ø°Í »ÓÀ̾ß

 

 

¾êµé¾Æ!
ÀÌÁ¦ ½Ã°£‰ç¾î!

 

¿ì¸® ¸ðµÎ ¸Å¸® À¯´Ï½º ¸ÆÅ°¸¦
ȯ¿µÇÏÀÚ!

 

 

 

¸Å¸® À¯´Ï½º,
´ÙÀ̺ù´ë¿¡ Çѹø ¿Ã¶ó°¡Áö ¾ÊÀ»·¡?

 

´Ï°¡ ¿À´ÃÀÇ ±ÍºóÀÌÀݾÆ

 

°¡ºÁ

 

 

¾êµé¾Æ, ÀÌÁ¦

 

¼ÂÀ» ¼¾´ÙÀ½

 

¸ðµÎ °¡¿îÀ» ¹þ´Â°Å¾ß.

 

Çϳª...

 

µÑ...¼Â!

 

 

³­ ±×Àú ¿Õµû¿´¾î

 

ºÒ½ÖÇÑ ¸Å¸® À¯´Ï½º.

 

 

 

³»°¡ ¾ÈÀüÇÒ °÷Àº
½Å°ú ÇÔ²²ÀÖ´Â °÷À̶ó°í »ý°¢Çß¾ú¾î

 

½Å.

 

½Å°°Àº°Å
¾ø´Â°Å ¾ËÁö?

 

³ÊÀÇ Á¤Ã¼¼ºÀ» ¹Ù²Ù±â À§ÇØ
¾î¶²»ç¶÷ÀÌ ¸¸µé¾î ³õÀº

 

¾²·¹±â´õ¹ÌÀÏ »ÓÀ̶ó´Â°Å
¾Æ¸¶ ¾Ë°Å¾ß.

 

 

´Ï°¡ ÇÏ°í½ÍÀº°ÍÀ¸·ÎºÎÅÍ
Á¦ÁöÇϱâÀ§Çؼ­ ¸¸µç°ÅÁö

 

¸ÛûÇÏÁö

 

±×°Ô
³¯ ¾î¶»°Ô ¹Ù²ã³ù´ÂÁö ºÁºÁ,

 

¿©±â¿¡¼­, ´ÄÀº ¸øµÈ ¹ÌÄ£³â
¶ËÀ̳ª ¹Þ°íÀÖ°í

 

±× ³âÀº ¼úµµ ¸¶½Ã°í
»¡°£ ¶õÁ¦¸®µµ ÀÔ°íÀÖ¾î

 

¼ö³àº¹ ¾È¿¡.

 

 

¿À·¡´Â ¸øÇҰžß

 

±×µéÀÌ ³¯ ¹æ¾È¿¡
°¡µÑ°Å¿¡¿ä

 

±×·³ ³ª´Â ÇÏ°í½ÍÀº°É
´õ ÀÌ»ó ¸øÇÒ°Å¿¡¿ä

 

Åõ´ú´ëÁö¸¶

 

³Í °Âµéº¸´Ù
´õ ¶È¶ÈÇÏÀÝ´Ï

 

±×°É ÀØÁö¸¶

 

±×Àú ³Í ½º½º·Î º¸È£ÇÏ´Â °É
¹è¿ï ÇÊ¿ä°¡ ÀÖ¾î

 

¾Ë¾Ò¾î¿ä.
±â´Ù¸®°í ÀÖÀ»°Ô¿ä

 

¸ù½Ã´¥

 

À§±â¸¦
ÇÇÇؾßÇØ¿ä

 

Á¦ ¸»Àº,
±×-±×³à°¡ µþÀ» ¿©±â ¹ö¸®°í´Â

 

µµ¸Á°¡¹ö·È¾î¿ä

 

¸¶Ä¡ ¿ì¸®°¡ ¾î¸°ÀÌ ½Ã¼³À̶óµµ
ÀÖ´Â °Í 󷳿ä

 

¼¼»ó¿¡³ª,

 

Ƽ¸ð½Ã,
´ëü Ç¥Á¤ÀÌ ¿Ö±×·´´Ï±î?

 

ºê¶óÀ̾îŬ¸®ÇÁ°¡ ´ç½Å¿¡°Ô´Â
Á» °úºÐÇß´ø°Å °°±º¿ä

 

¾Æ´Ï¿ä,
¾Æ´Õ´Ï´Ù

 

¿ì¸®°¡ Á¶±Ý ¾î,
Èûµç³ª³¯À» º¸³»±ä ÇßÁö¸¸,

 

Áú¼­°¡ ȸº¹µÇ¾úÀݽÀ´Ï±î

 

¼ö³à´Ô,
Àú´Â ÇÇÃ÷¹ö±×¿¡ÀÖ´Â

 

¹ö³ªµå ½ÅºÎ¿¡°Ô
¿¬¶ôÀ» Çß½À´Ï´Ù

 

´Ù·ç±â Èûµç ¿©ÀÚµéÀ» À§ÇÑ
ÁýÀ» ¿­¾ú´Ù´Â±º¿ä

 

Á¦°¡ ´ç½ÅÀ» °Å±â¸¦ °æ¿µÇϴµ¥¿¡
°­·ÂÇÏ°Ô ÃßõÇß½À´Ï´Ù

 

 

Àý ÇØ°íÇÏ´Â °Ì´Ï±î?

 

´ç½ÅÀº ±æÀ»
ÀÒ¾ú¾î¿ä

 

»õ ½ÃÀÛÀÌ
ÇÊ¿äÇÕ´Ï´Ù

 

·Î°Ç°øÇ×, ±Ý¿äÀÏ, ¾Æħ 8½Ã¿¡
ºñÇà±â ¿¹¾àÀ» Çسõ¾Ò½À´Ï´Ù

 

 

ÀÌ°Å.. ÀÌ°Å ´Ù
¾Ëµç¹Ú»ç ¶§¹®ÀÌÁÒ? ¾Æ´Õ´Ï±î?

 

¾Ëµç¹Ú»ç´Â
»ó°ü¾ø½À´Ï´Ù!

 

¾Ëµç¹Ú»ç°¡
ÀÌ ¸ðµç ÁþÀÇ ¿øÀξƴմϱî!

 

±×°¡ ´ç½ÅÀ»
³ª¿¡°Ô¼­ µîÀ»µ¹¸®°Ô ¸¸µé¾ú¾î¿ä

 

ÇÏÁö¸¸ Á¦°¡ ±×¿¡ ´ëÇØ
¸Â¾Ò½À´Ï´Ù

 

ÁüÀ» ½Î¼¼¿ä,
¼ö³à´Ô

 

 

Á¦´Ï ·¹À̳îµåÀÇ ¾ö¸¶°¡
¿Í¼­´Â µ¥¸®°í °¬¾î¿ä

 

ÀߵƱº¿ä

 

 

¾ê±âÇÒ°Ô ¶Ç ÀÖ½À´Ï±î,
¼ö³à´Ô?

 

¾Æ´Ï¿ä, ¼ö³à´Ô

 

³×, ¼ö³à´Ô
¹¹ÇϽô°ſ¡¿ä?

 

Áü ½Î´Â °Ì´Ï´Ù

 

ºê¶óÀ̾îŬ¸®ÇÁ¸¦ ¶°³ª¿ä

 

¸ù½Ã´¥ÀÌ ±×ÀÇ ÁöÇý·Î,
³ªÀÇ Àç´ÉÀÌ ´Ù¸¥°÷¿¡¼­

 

´õ¿í ´ëÁ¢¹ÞÀ» °ÍÀ̶ó°í
»ý°¢Çß´ä´Ï´Ù

 

'ÇÇÃ÷¹ö±×'¶ó´õ±º¿ä

 

ÇÇÃ÷¹ö±×¿ä?

 

¾ÈµÅ¿ä, ¼ö³à´ÔÀÌ
¿©±â¸¦ ¶°³ª¸é ¾ÈµÇ¿ä

 

¾î¿ ¼ö°¡ ¾ø¾î¿ä

 

¿ì¸®´Â ¾î¼±¸¿ä?

 

 

¾Æ´Ï¿ä, ´ç½ÅÀ» ¾Ëµç¹Ú»ç¿¡
¸Ã±â°í ¶°³¯ ¼ø ¾øÁö¿ä

 

 

Á¦°¡ Ãß¹æµÇ±â Àü¿¡
¹º°¡ ÇÒ ¼öÀÖ´Â ÀÏÀÌ ÀÖÀ»°Ì´Ï´Ù

 

ÁÖ¹æÀ¸·Î °¡º¸¼¼¿ä

 

¸ù½Ã´¥À» À§ÇØ ³öµÐ
Äڳź´ÀÌ Çϳª ÀÖÀ»°Ì´Ï´Ù

 

µé°í¿ÍÁÖ¼¼¿ä

 

¼úÀÜ µÎ°³µµ¿ä

 

 

Æ®·¹µå½¼ÀÇ ÁýÀÔ´Ï´Ù

 

¹ÞÀ¸¼Å¼­ õ¸¸´ÙÇàÀ̳׿ä,
Æ®·¹µå½¼ ¹Ú»ç´Ô

 

ÀüÈ­ ÇÑÅ븸 ÇÒ¼öÀְŵç¿ä

 

Àý µµ¿ÍÁּžßÇØ¿ä

 

°æÂûµéÀÌ Àý °¨¿Á¿¡ °¡µÎ°í´Â,
Á¦°¡ ¾Ë¸¶¿Í ´Ù¸¥ ¿©ÀÚµéÀ»

 

Á׿´´Ù´Â Áõ°Å°¡ ÀÖ´Ù°í ÇØ¿ä

 

±×µéÀÌ ³»°¡ °í¹éÇÑ Å×ÀÌÇÁ¸¦
°¡Áö°í ÀÖ´Ù°í Çß¾î¿ä

 

 

ÇÕÀÇÇÑÁÙ ¾Ë¾Ò´Âµ¥¿ä

 

´ç½ÅÀÌ ±×·¨Àݾƿä,
Á¦°¡ ÇÑÀÏÀ» Å©°Ô ¸»Çϸé,

 

¹ý¿ø¿¡¼­ Á¦°¡ º´µ¿¿¡ ÀÖ¾î¾ßÇÑ´Ù°í
¸»ÇØÁֽǰŶó°í¿ä

 

¾Æ´Ï¿ä, Å°Æ®

 

´ç½ÅÀÌ ÁøÂ¥ ¹Ï´Â°ÍÀ»
¸»Ç϶ó°í Çß¾úÁö¿ä

 

Àü È¥¶õ½º·¯¿ü¾î¿ä

 

ÀÌÁ¦ Áø½ÇÀ» ¾Ë¾Æ¿ä

 

¾Ë¸¶°¡ ¾È Á×¾ú¾î¿ä,
±×·¹À̽º°¡ ±×³à¸¦ ºÃ´ë¿ä

 

-±×³à°¡ ¸»Çß¾î¿ä
-Å°Æ®..

 

´ç½ÅÀÌ ÇÑÀÏ¿¡ ´ëÇÑ
ÁË°ªÀ» Ä¡·ï¾ß ÇØ¿ä

 

 

´ç½ÅÀÌ ¹ýÁ¤¿¡¼­ ³¯ À§ÇØ
°ÅÁþ¸»À» ÇØÁٰŶó°í ¾à¼ÓÇßÀݾÆ

 

°ÅÁþ¸»À̾ú±º

 

¾î¶»°Ô °æÂûµéÀÌ
Å×ÀÌÇÁ¸¦ °®°ÔµÈ°É±î?

 

´ç½ÅÀÌ ÁØ°ÅÁö?

 

¾Æ, Á¦¹ß

 

 

ÀÌ°Å ¸ðµÎ ´Ù °èȹÀ̾ú±¸¸¸,
¾È±×·¡?

 

 

³¯ µµ¿ÍÁÖ·Á
ÇÏÁö ¾Ê¾Ò¾î

 

ÀÌ º´½Å»õ³¢,
°ÅÁþ¸»ÀïÀ̾ß

 

±×¸¸ÇØ,
³¯ ±×·¸°Ô ºÎ¸£Áö¸¶!

 

ÀÌ ±¸¶óÀïÀÌ º´½Å»õ³¢¾ß!

 

±×¸¸...!
±×·¸°Ô ºÎ¸£Áö¸¶!

 

 

¹ÏÀ»¼ö¾ø±º

 

 

³¯ °ÅÁþ¸»ÀïÀÌ·Î
ºÎ¸¦¸¸ÇÑ ¹è¯ÀÌÀÖ´Ù´Ï,

 

¿Ü°èÀο¡ ´ëÇÑ
ÆÇŸÁö¸¦ ³»¹ñÀº ÁÖÁ¦¿¡!

 

 

Å°Æ®?

 

Å°Æ®ÇÏ°í ¸»Çß¾î?

 

ü¿ÂÀÌ ¿Ã¶ó°¡´Ï
¶¡ÀÌ ³ª´Â±¸³ª

 

½ÉÀå ¹Úµ¿µµ
»¡¶óÁö°í

 

¹¹ÇÏ°í ÀÖ¾ú¾î?

 

¾Æ¹«°Íµµ

 

 

ÀÌ·² ÁÙ ¾Ë¾Ò¾î

 

³¯ ¹ö¸± ÀÛÁ¤À̾ú±¸¸¸

 

³» ¾ö¸¶Ã³·³!

 

 

 

³Êµµ ´Ù ¶È°°¾Æ

 

-¾Æ´Ï¾ß..
-¾Æ°¡¸® ´ÚÃÄ

 

³­ ±×µé°ú ´Þ¶ó..

 

³­ ¾Æ´Ï¾ß

 

³­ ±×µé°ú ´Þ¶ó,
³­ ±×µé°ú ´Þ¶ó

 

ÀÌ°Å Âü ½Ç¸ÁÀ̱¸¸¸..

 

³­ ¾Æ´Ï¾ß..

 

»ç¶÷µéÀÌ ±â´ë¸¦
ÃæÁ·¸øÇÒ¶§´Â..

 

 

ÇÒ ¼öÀִ°Ç..
³¡³»´Â °Í ¹Û¿¡¾øÁö

 

 

´Ï À߸øÀ̾ß

 

³Ê¹Û¿¡ Å¿ ÇÒ»ç¶÷ ¾ø¾î

 

Á¦¹ß

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

¿©º¸¼¼¿ä

 

»ù ±Â¸ÇÀÔ´Ï´Ù

 

Àú Áêµå¼ö³à¿¡¿ä

 

 

°Ç¹èÇÏÁÒ, ¾Æ¼­

 

¹» À§ÇÑ °Ç¹èÀԴϱî?

 

´ç½ÅÀÌ ÀÌ°å¾î¿ä

 

±×·¯³ª Àü ¾ðÁ¦³ª
Á¦ ½ºÆ÷Ã÷¸Ç½±À» ÀÚ¶û½º·¯¿öÇßÁÒ

 

´ç½ÅÀÇ ³î¶ó¿î
À̱â½ÉÀ» À§ÇÏ¿©,

 

ÀÌ°Ô °Ç¹è°¡ µÉÁÙ
¾Ë¾Ò´Âµ¥¿ä

 

¾Æ, ¸Â¾Æ¿ä

 

¿ì¸® ±ÝÁÖÇÏ°í ÀÖÁö ¾Ê½À´Ï±î?

 

¹¹..
È¥ÀÚ¼± ¸¶½Ç»ý°¢ÀÌ ¾øÀ¸´Ï

 

ÀÖÀݾƿä..

 

Àλý¿¡´Â ¾ðÁ¦³ª
¿¹¿Ü¸¦ ÁÖ´Â ³¯ÀÌ ÀÖ½À´Ï´Ù

 

´ç½ÅÀ» À§ÇØ

 

 

±×¸®°í ½ÅÀÇ ¶æÀ» À§ÇØ

 

 

 

³×?

 

Á˼ÛÇÕ´Ï´Ù¸¸,
Áêµå¼ö³à°¡ ´ç½ÅÀ» º¸³½°Ç°¡¿ä?

 

±×³à´Â ³»°¡ ¿©±â
¿ÂÁÙµµ ¸ô¶ó

 

 

±Â¸Ç¾¾?

 

±Â¸Ç¾¾?

 

ÃÖ´ëÇÑ »¡¸® ¿Ô½À´Ï´Ù

 

Áö¹®ÀÌ ÂïÇôÀÖ´Â
À¯¸®ÀÜÀ» µé°í¿Ô¾î¿ä

 

 

±Â¸Ç¾¾?

 

¿©º¸¼¼¿ä,
¿©º¸¼¼¿ä?

 

 

 

 

 

¿À, ¼¼»ó¿¡!

 

¿À, ¾ÈµÅ!

 

 

¿À..¾ÈµÅ..

 

¿À, ¼¼»ó¿¡

 

 

±¸±ÞÂ÷¸¦ ºÎ¸¦°Ô¿ä

 

µé¾î¿ä, µé¾î¿ä..

 

-³×?
-µé¾î¿ä..

 

¾ËµçÀÌ ÀÌ·¨±º¿ä

 

¾Æ´Ï, ¾Æ´Ï

 

-¼ö³à
-¾Æ..³×?

 

¹¹¶ó±¸¿ä?

 

-¹¹¶ó°í..
-¼ö³à..

 

-¼ö³à
-¼ö³à..

 

¼ö³à¿ä?

 

-¹¹¶ó°í¿ä?
-´ç½Åµé Áß..

 

-´ç½ÅÁ÷¿ø..

 

´ç½Å Á÷¿øÁß ÇѸí..

 

Çѽº ±×·çÆÛ

 

Àß»ý°å¾ú±º¿ä

 

¸ðÅÚ¿¡ ÃĹÚÇôÀÖ´Â
À̽º¶ó¿¤ÀÇ ¼È·ÏȨÁî°¡
622
00:33:44,763 --> 00:33:49,400
ÀÌ°É Áêµå¼ö³à¿¡°Ô ´Ù ¸»Çß´Ù´Â
¸»¾¸À̽ʴϱî?

 

±×³à°¡ ´ç½ÅÀ»
Æø·ÎÇÏ·ÁÇß¾î¿ä

 

ÇÏÁö¸¸ ÀÌÁ¦
°ÆÁ¤¾ÈÇϼŵµµÇ¿ä

 

´Ù ó¸®ÇßÀ¸´Ï±ñ..

 

Çѽº,

 

³ª¸¦ ±×·¸°Ô..

 

ºÎ¸£Áö ¸¶

 

Àý´ë·Î

 

ÀÌ°Ô ÀüºÎÀÎ°Ô È®½ÇÇմϱî?

 

¾Æ´Ï¿ä

 

ÀüºÎ°¡ ¾Æ´Ï¿¡¿ä

 

´ç½ÅÀÌ ³¯ ¹è¹ÝÇÒ °æ¿ì¸¦ ´ëºñÇؼ­,
Áõ°ÅÀڷḦ Á» ¼û°Ü³õ¾ÒÁö¿ä

 

 

ÀÌ°É ¾Æ¼Å¾ß ÇÕ´Ï´Ù,
À̰͵é..

 

¼ÒÀ§ ³ªÂî ÇåÅ͵éÀº
±×Àú..

 

ÀÚ±âÇø¿À¿Í
À̱âÀûÀÎ

 

µ·¹ú·¹ À¯´ëÀεéÀÏ
»ÓÀ̶ó°í!

 

Ä«Å縯 ±³È¸°¡
±×°É ºÐ¸íÈ÷ ÀÌÇØÇҰžß

 

Àû¾îµµ ±³È²ÀÌ
ºÐº°ÇÒÁÙÀº ¾Æ´Ï..

 

-¾Æ¼­..
-³­ ±«¹°ÀÌ ¾Æ´Ï¾ß!

 

³­ ¼±ÁöÀÚÀÏ »ÓÀ̾ß

 

ÀÌ ±æÀÌ ¾ó¸¶³ª ¿Ü·Î¿î
±æÀÎÁö´Â ¾Æ³ª?

 

Àú °æ°ÇÇÑôÇÏ´Â ÀÚ°æ´Üµé ¸ô·¡
ÀÌ ÀϵéÀ» ¸ô·¡ ÁøÇàÇϴ°Ô?

 

¾Æ¼­!

 

ÀÌ°Ç ºÎó¿¡°Ô ¼³¹ýÇϴ°ſ¡¿ä

 

¿Ö?

 

¿Ö ³¯ º¸È£Çϴ°ǰ¡?

 

³Í ³¯ »ç¶ûÇÏÁö¾Ê¾Æ

 

 

³­ ¹Ùº¸°¡ ¾Æ´Ï¾ß

 

³ªµµ ³»°¡ ´ÄÀº°É ¾Ë¾Æ

 

¸ø»ý±â°í

 

³ªÇÑÅ×¼­..
¹º°¡ ¿øÇÏ´Â°Ô ÀÖ³ª?

 

 

ÀÌ°Ç »õ·Î¿î ½Ã´ëÀÇ
½ÃÀÛÀÌ¿¡¿ä

 

´ç½ÅÀÌ ÇؾßÇÒÀÏÀº
Àý ¹Ï´Â°Í »ÓÀÌ¿¡¿ä

 

 

´ç½ÅÀÇ ¸ðµç ¿µÈ¥À¸·Î,

 

±×·³ Á¦°¡ ¾à¼ÓÇÏÁö¿ä,

 

¸ðµçÀÏÀÌ ÀßÇ®¸±°Å¿¡¿ä

 

´©°¡ Á׿´´Ï?

 

±×¸¦ ºÃ¾î?

 

Å°°¡ ÄǾî¿ä

 

Åμö¿°ÀÌ ÀÖ¾ú°í

 

°¥»öÀÚÄÏÀ» ÀÔ°í ÀÖ¾ú¾î¿ä

 

¸ÕÀú, ±×°¡ ³» ³²µ¿»ýÀ» ¹è°í
¿©µ¿»ýÀÇ ¸ñÀ» º«¾î¿ä

 

±×·¯°í´Â
¿ì¸® ¾ö¸¶ÀÇ µîÀ» Âñ·¶¾î¿ä

 

±×¸¦ ¸ØÃß·Á°í ÇßÁö¸¸,

 

³»°¡ ¿òÁ÷À̸é
³ªµµ Á×ÀÌ°Ú´Ù°í Çß¾î¿ä

 

 

¼Ò¸® ¾ÈÁö¸£·Á°í
³ë·ÂÇϴ±¸¸¸

 

ÇÏÁö¸¸ Áö¸£°Ô µÉ°Å¾ß

 

³»°¡ óÀ½ Àý°³¸¦ Çϸé
¾ðÁ¦³ª ¼Ò¸®Áö¸£Áö

 

±×¸®°í ¼îÅ©°¡ ¿Í¼­´Â..

 

...¾Æ¹«°Íµµ ´À³¢Áö
¸øÇҰžß

 

ÀÌ·±½ÄÀ¸·Î
ÇÒ ÇÊ¿æ¾ø¾î¿ä

 

±×°Ô »ç½ÇÀ̾úÀ¸¸é ÁÁ°Ú±º,
¶ó³ª

 

 

³Ê¿¡°Ô Å« ±â´ë¸¦ Ç°¾ú¾ú°Åµç

 

³Î óÀ½ ºÃÀ»¶§ºÎÅÍ,

 

³Ê¹«³ª ¾ß½ÉÀ־¿´°í..

 

³Ê¹«³ª..»ý±âÀ־¿´Áö

 

³­ °Å±â¼­ »ý±âÀÖÁö ¾Ê¾Ò¾î¿ä

 

¾Æ´Ï, °Å±â¸»°í

 

ºê¶óÀ̾îŬ¸®ÇÁ Àü¿¡

 

¾Æ, Á¦¹ß ÇÊ.

 

À̸§¸¸ ´Þ¸®ÇÏ¿©
¶È°°Àº ºÎºÐÀ» ¾²´Â°Ô Áö°ãÁöµµ¾Ê´Ï?

 

 

ÇÇ¿Í ¿ë±â·Î ½ÃÀÛÇؼ­´Â,
ºÒ½ÖÇÑ Èñ»ýÀÚµéÀ» ÇâÇÑ µ¿Á¤½É,

 

 

±×¸®°ï µµ´ö»óÀÇ À¯¸°±îÁö.

 

-¿ÏÀü ¿Ü¿ì°í ´Ù´Ï´Â±¸¸¸
-´Ï°¡ ¿Ü¿ì°í ´Ù´Ï´Â°ÅÁö

 

³Í ¿©±â ¿Ö¿Â°Å¾ß?

 

±×¸®°í ¹üÁ˱â»ç¿¡´Â ¾ðÁ¦
¹èÄ¡¹ÞÀº°Å¾ß?

 

´Ï »ý°¢¿£ ¾÷Æ° ½ÌŬ·¹¾î°¡
À̾߱⸦ ¾²´Âµ¥ ¹èÄ¡µÈ°Å°°´Ï?

 

³» ½º½º·Î ¾²´Â°Å¾ß

 

-¿À, ¿©ÀÚÀÇ ¼Õ±æ¸»À̱¸¸¸,
-±×·¡

 

±×°Ô ÀÌ À̾߱⿡¼­
ºüÁ³´ø À̾߱âÁö

 

³Ê´Â ±×³É Àú°Ô
±×Àú ±«¹°À̶ó°í »ý°¢ÇÏÁö¸¸,

 

¾Æ¹« »ç¶÷µµ ±«¹°·Î žÁø¾Ê¾Æ

 

±×´Â ´©±º°¡ÀÇ ¼ÒÁßÇÑ ¾ÆÀÌ¿´À»°Å¾ß,
¾ö¸¶¸¦ °¥±¸ÇÏ´Â

 

¼ÒÁßÇÑ ¾ÆÀÌ°¡
ÀÌÁ¦ ¿À³×

 

 

¿öÄ¿¾¾,
´ëü ¿Ö±×·±°Ì´Ï±î?

 

 

½Ãü´Â ¾îµð¿¡ ÀÖ½À´Ï±î?

 

¿öÄ¿¾¾!

 

ÇÒ ¸» ¾øÀ¸½Ê´Ï±î?

 

 

³­ ´Ï°¡ óÀ½À¸·Î
³¯ ÀÌÇØÇÒ¼öÀÖ´Â »ç¶÷À̶ó°í »ý°¢Çß¾î

 

 

¸Â¾Æ

 

-³­ ÀÌÇØÇØ
-¾Æ´Ï¾ß

 

³Í ÀÌÇظøÇØ

 

¿Ã¸®¹ö,
´Ù ±¦Âú¾Æ

 

ÁËÃ¥°¨À» ´À³¢Áö¸¶

 

¾ö¸¶ÀÇ »ç¶ûÀº
¹«Á¶°ÇÀûÀ̴ϱî

 

¾ö¸¶ÀÇ »ç¶ûÀ»
´À²¸º»Àû¾øÁö?

 

¸ðµÎ°¡ ±×°É ´À²¸¾ßÇØ

 

³Êµµ

 

¾Æ°¡¾ß

 

 

³ª¾ß,

 

¿ì¸® ¾Æ°¡

 

 

¾Æ±â´Â ¸ðÀ¯°¡ ÇÊ¿äÇØ¿ä

 

¾Õ¿¡ÀÖ´Â Â÷´Â '·¹¿À ¸ð¸®½¼'
À̸§À¸·Î µî·ÏµÇ¾îÀÖ¾î¿ä

 

Ķ¸®Æ÷´Ï¾Æ, À¯´ÏÄÚÀÇ.

 

±×°¡ ÇÒ·ÎÀ©ºÐÀå
ÇÑ ¾ÖµéÁß ÇѸíÀΰ¡?

 

¾Æ´Ñ°Í °°½À´Ï´Ù. ¸ð¸®½¼¾¾´Â
30´ë ÃʹÝÀ̰ŵç¿ä

 

ÀÌ 3¸íÀÌ 10´ëµé °°½À´Ï´Ù

 

½Å¿øÆľÇÇغÁ

 

Çü»ç´Ôµé!

 

¶Ç ã¾Ò¾î¿ä

 

¸ð¸®½¼¾¾ °°½À´Ï´Ù

 

¾Ë¾Ò¾î,
¹Ù´Ú ¸ðµÎ Á¡°ËÇغÁ

 

ÇØ Áö±âÀü¿¡ ³¡³»ÀÚ

 

À߸° ÆÈÀ» ã°í ÀÖ¾î¿ä

 

ÀÌ »ç¶÷ ÆùÀ¸·Î ÀüÈ­ÇÑ »ç¶÷ÀÌ
¹üÀÎÀÏ°Å¿¡¿ä

 

 

Á¸ ±×·¹À̽¼ Çü»çÀÔ´Ï´Ù

 

´©±Á´Ï±î?

 

´©±ºÁö¾ËÀݾÆ

 

¾Æ´Ï, ¸ð¸¥´Ù

 

´Ï°¡ ÀÌ »ç¶÷À» Á׿´³ª?

 

»çĪÇÑ »ç¶÷µé¸¸

 

±×°Ç ¾Ë¾ÆµÖ

 

·¹¿À ¸ð¸®½¼ÀÇ ¿©µ¿»ý°ú ÅëÈ­¸¦ Çß¾î¿ä

 

¿©±â ½ÅÈ¥¿©ÇàÀ» ¿Â°Å·¡¿ä

 

Á¨Àå

 

½ÅºÎ´Â ¾îµø´Â°Å¾ß?

 

¿ÀÅ°Å°Å°Å°Å°
Sync & corrections by honeybunny
www.addic7ed.com

                                                                                                                                                                                                                 

(phone rings)
WOMAN: 911. What is your emergency?

 


MAN: You need to send
a car to Briarcliff.

 


They're waiting.
Who's waiting?

 


I've been a very busy boy.

 


WOMAN:
Can you give me your name?

 


Hello?

 


MAN: You'll know my name
when you see them.

 


They were imposters.
(line clicks)

 


Police.

 


Anybody here?

 


Jesus, Bobby.

 


Holy shit.

 


Sync & corrections by honeybunny
www.addic7ed.com

 


WOMAN: I used to think
it must be my fault.

 


My own child, who lived
inside me for nine months,

 


someone I nursed and bathed
and held and sang lullabies to.

 


I have two other children, Sister,

 


both of them perfectly normal.

 


She sounds like quite a handful,
Mrs. Reynolds,

 


but we do not have
a children's ward here.

 


MRS. REYNOLDS: Oh, but she's
more than a child, Sister.

 


In fact, that's the problem.

 


She's always seemed like an adult.

 


Do you know that she's never cried?

 


Not once, not even
when she was a little baby.

 


I'm going to tell you something

 


I haven't told anyone.

 


Jenny and her little friend, Josie,

 


were playing after school.

 


I had told them to go out into
the woods to gather leaves.

 


We were gonna make a fall wreath.

 


See, Josie was the only one
who would play with Jenny,

 


and I wanted it to go well.

 


I tried to stop him,
but he was bigger than me,

 


and he said he would kill me, too,

 


if I didn't stand very
still and be quiet.

 


He was tall, he had a
beard and a brown jacket.

 


And they never found the bearded man

 


with the brown coat, I take it?

 


They searched.

 


Two days ago, I was doing the laundry,

 


(voice breaks):
and I found this in her pocket.

 


I can't go to the police.

 


Sister, I can't.
She's my daughter.

 


Oh, Mrs. Reynolds...

 


One of my dreams

 


for Briarcliff has been to open

 


a children's ward.

 


There are so many

 


little souls who could use our help.

 


But we can do nothing until that time.

 


Prayer...

 


is your strength and your ally.

 


Could you just meet with her?

 


She's right downstairs
with her coloring book.

 


Sister, just help me understand,

 


where does this evil come from?

 


Could she have been born that way?

 


(utensil scraping on plate)

 


(man sighs)

 


THREDSON: Is there
anything more heavenly

 


than waking from a nap

 


to the smell of
croque-monsieur?

 


I bet this is what your mother made you

 


after school on a rainy day.

 


(screams)

 


(yells)

 


You can scream all you want.
No one will hear you.

 


Obviously, the basement is soundproof.

 


Believe me, girls with
bigger sets of lungs

 


than yours have tried before.

 


Where's Wendy?

 


What did you do with her body?

 


I put her somewhere where
she'll never be found.

 


It wouldn't do to have her body pop up

 


now that Kit Walker has confessed

 


to all those horrendous murders.

 


Can I tell you a secret?

 


Nutmeg makes all the difference

 


in the world.

 


Croque-monsieur
and tomato soup.

 


The perfect mommy snack.

 


Only I didn't have

 


a mother to make this for me.

 


Well, of course,

 


I had a mother, but I never knew her.

 


She was about your age
when she abandoned me.

 


You grew up in an orphanage?

 


Yeah. In the system.

 


Where all my basic needs were met:

 


food, water,

 


a rudimentary education.

 


And with the help

 


of a leather crop,

 


learning the difference
between right and wrong.

 


They followed all the rules.

 


Especially the rules against affection

 


or any unnecessary bodily contact,

 


because touch would certainly
spoil the child.

 


This is good.

 


You're right.

 


This is good.

 


It's delicious.

 


I'm not trying to patronize you, Oliver.

 


I just want you to know

 


how much I appreciate
this act of kindness.

 


I know what it's like to be abandoned.

 


That's how I felt at Briarcliff.

 


I was right about you.

 


You're the one. (snickers)

 


Lana, I've always
been self-aware.

 


I knew I was different
from the other kids.

 


I was smarter.

 


But I was also more afflicted.

 


It's what led me to study psychiatry...

 


to better understand my disorder.

 


It wasn't until medical school

 


that I had
my first breakthrough, though.

 


Hey, Thredson, from what I hear,

 


this is the closest you'll get
to a girlfriend this quarter.

 


(laughter)

 


I would laugh along
with my idiot colleagues,

 


but I knew the woman on the
table wasn't my girlfriend.

 


I trust you gentlemen
have reviewed the material

 


in preparation for today.

 


She was my mother.
She was 33 years old,

 


the same age as my mother
when she abandoned me.

 


The same age as you, Lana.

 


Now, I knew logically, rationally,

 


that the woman on the table
wasn't my mother.

 


But somehow, in the
cosmic joke that is my life,

 


I felt like she could be.

 


And it was poetic justice
that I would be meeting her

 


for the first time on a slab
in my gross anatomy class.

 


It was then that I knew
what I was missing.

 


A mother's touch.

 


Skin-to-skin contact.

 


It's what I was craving.

 


It's what I was missing my whole life.

 


Oh, but she smelled of formaldehyde.

 


(sniffs)

 


And her skin, even after I
removed it, was cold and stiff.

 


Have you ever read

 


or heard about the Harlow studies?

 


Baby rhesus monkeys

 


were separated
from their mothers after birth,

 


and they were given
two substitute mothers:

 


a wire mesh one with milk

 


and the other covered in terrycloth.

 


Every monkey preferred
the terrycloth-covered mother,

 


even if it didn't have milk.

 


Because of the warmth?

 


Because of the skin.

 


Even monkeys know the difference.

 


I tried, I really tried.

 


But that cadaver did nothing
to quiet my craving.

 


I needed someone...

 


...a little more lively.

 


(blow lands) (gasps)

 


(quiet sobbing)

 


Warm living skin.

 


(sobbing)

 


No, no, no, no, no.

 


It's okay.

 


It's okay, because now that you're here,

 


all of that work is behind me.

 


Mommy.

 


(phone ringing)

 


Hello?

 


SAM:
Sister Jude.

 


It's Sam Goodman.

 


Sam, I tried calling you,

 


but you never got back to me.

 


I was working on your case.

 


Yes, but I-I-I asked you
to stop.

 


I mean, this girl, this mental patient,

 


she wasn't Anne Frank.

 


I mean, she just made
the whole thing up.

 


Well, somehow,

 


she got it right.

 


He is Hans Grouper.

 


He was an SS officer and a physician...

 


at Auschwitz.
What?

 


Did you say...

 


she got it right?

 


After the liberation,

 


he obtained a laissez-passer

 


from the International Red Cross
under the name Arthur Arden.

 


I have the original documents

 


from the Red Cross,

 


but I need Grouper's fingerprint
to establish a match.

 


Be careful. The man is dangerous
and a flight risk.

 


These men are always on their guard.

 


The moment they get nervous,
they disappear.

 


As soon as you have the print,

 


bring it directly to the motel.

 


(dial tone drones)

 


Who are you?

 


I'm Jenny.

 


(groans) I told your mother,

 


we don't have a children's ward here.

 


Where is she?
She's gone.

 


She kissed me on the cheek

 


and said, "Be good, Jenny."

 


Sister Mary Eunice!

 


I need help here.

 


Monsignor, thank you for coming.

 


Oh, it's my pleasure.

 


I consider it a privilege
to perform last rites.

 


Oh, thank God you're
a man of compassion.

 


We called several priests in the area,

 


but they were all in a panic
over the news reports.

 


Especially after they published
those grim pictures of her.

 


What exactly is wrong with her?

 


No one knows.

 


Our doctors have ordered
a battery of tests.

 


But she did test positive for TB.

 


Oh, I didn't realize
there were still new cases.

 


I should warn you...

 


the sight of her is quite shocking.

 


We're all God's creatures.

 


I'll be in the hall if you need me.

 


(faint breathing)

 


Hi, child.

 


(wheezing)

 


Shelly?

 


Oh, look at that,

 


Father James.

 


This will make a splendid dayroom

 


for our residents.
(coughing)

 


All right, I thought all

 


TB patients had been cleared out.

 


ARDEN: These are
the incurables,

 


those whose tuberculosis
was too far advanced

 


for any of the new miracle drugs

 


to have an effect.
God bless.

 


ARDEN:
Well, he hasn't yet.

 


Dr. Arthur Arden,
Briarcliff's

 


Tubercular Ward's supervising physician.

 


Former supervising
physician, I should say.

 


Father Timothy Howard...

 


Yes, I know who you are.

 


You're the new owner.
(coughing)

 


Sally Starns.

 


She was actually a
nurse here at one time.

 


She won't live till morning,
not if she's lucky.

 


MONSIGNOR:
Through this holy anointing,

 


may the Lord and his love

 


and mercy help you with the grace

 


of the Holy Spirit.

 


May the Lord who frees you from sin

 


save you and raise you up.

 


It's all right, my daughter.

 


The Prince of Peace

 


opens his arms to you.

 


Back when the epidemic was at its worst,

 


we'd sometimes move more than

 


100 bodies a week down through here.
Oh.

 


- How did you manage to keep up with
all the burials? - There were no burials.

 


Most of the people here
have long since been forgotten.

 


We incinerate the bodies

 


in the crematorium out back

 


and store the ashes in here.

 


All these wasted lives.

 


All these wasted opportunities.

 


I suppose it will be a relief for you

 


to finally leave this place.

 


ARDEN: The end of my
tenure at Briarcliff

 


also means the end of my research.

 


Research?

 


ARDEN: I've been working
on an immune booster.

 


It's a sort of bacterial
cocktail, if you will.

 


It would actually inhibit most disease

 


from ever taking hold in the human body.

 


What would you need
to further your work?

 


Human trials would have
been the next step.

 


I assume it would be difficult
to find volunteers.

 


From the general public, yes.

 


But there are those whose lives
otherwise serve no purpose.

 


Through our work together,
they would have contributed

 


to the greater good.

 


(brakes screech)

 


A good that would not go unnoticed.

 


Even in Rome.

 


(panting)

 


(classical music playing)

 


(humming)

 


(record scratches, music stops)

 


I'm sorry.

 


Would you have preferred Mozart?

 


Jude was right about you.

 


You're a monster.

 


Why do you look for the speck

 


of sawdust in your brother's eye...

 


and pay no attention
to the plank in your own?

 


I saw that girl, what you did

 


to Shelly.

 


All in the name of progress.

 


Isn't that what we agreed upon?

 


No, you told me this
was for the greater good.

 


You mutilated her!

 


Perhaps.

 


But you're missing the entire point.

 


Briarcliff is a receptacle

 


for human waste.

 


Each patient a perfect example

 


of an evolutionary failure.

 


(man moans) (Sister Eunice hums)

 


¢Ü Jesus... ¢Ü

 


Oh, yeah.

 


¢Ü Loves me ¢Ü (moaning)

 


Oh, yeah, that's it, that's it.

 


Yeah, oh.

 


(door opens)

 


Another mess to
clean up, Mr. Spivey?

 


You seemed to have

 


mistaken the broom closet
for the playground,

 


where you used to expose yourself

 


to innocent little boys and girls.

 


No, never the boys, Doc.

 


I had my standards.

 


You are utterly depraved.

 


You've done nothing to improve yourself.

 


No, you're wrong, Doc.

 


I'm a new man.

 


I used to have these disgusting urges

 


that wouldn't quit
until I busted a nut--

 


I mean, even in public--
but I'm not sneaking around

 


with my pants down anymore.

 


It was Sister Mary Eunice that asked me

 


to come watch her flash her pussy...

 


My aim was to give
these wasted lives purpose,

 


meaning,

 


and I've succeeded

 


beyond my wildest imagination.

 


My experiments

 


with a combination of syphilis
and tuberculosis

 


have produced results unseen in
the history of medical science.

 


When they arrived here, these
patients were less than men.

 


Now, because of me,

 


they're more than human.

 


(keys rattle) Would you care to see what

 


your benevolence has produced?

 


Witness the next stage
of human evolution.

 


(faint breathing)

 


MONSIGNOR:
Have you lost your mind?

 


Why on earth would you do this?

 


Why?

 


When the Russians launch
their nuclear missiles,

 


20 million Americans will
be incinerated instantly.

 


Another 20 million will suffer
a slow, agonizing death.

 


Natural selection would have

 


weeded out the weak, but only
over the course of time.

 


Whereas I have managed
to improve the species now,

 


so that we can survive the atomic blast,

 


live through the radiation and become

 


dominant once again.

 


You should be locked away.

 


With you to keep me company?

 


We're in this together, Father.

 


Remember?

 


You gave me your blessing,
along with the facility

 


and the subjects.

 


I cannot allow this to continue.

 


I have to expose this
to the light of day.

 


If you do open that window,

 


the light will illuminate
everything in Briarcliff.

 


And I mean everything.

 


(faint breathing)

 


Yes, that's what I thought.

 


Now, you listen to me.

 


You and I have nothing
to fear from each other.

 


However, we do have a threat in common.

 


We both know where the real danger lies.

 


Can I try that?

 


You're too young to use a knife.
You'll cut yourself.

 


Why'd your mother
abandon you here anyway?

 


She's scared of me.
Really?

 


Why?

 


She thinks I killed Josie.

 


Did you?

 


No.

 


Did so.
How do you know?

 


I know everything.

 


I'm the devil.

 


She deserved it, that Josie.

 


She was a phony little shit.

 


She didn't even like you.

 


She just played with you
because her mother told her to.

 


(groans)

 


But you're lucky, because you were born

 


with the gift of authentic impulse.

 


Don't ever let them kill it.

 


I wasted so much time

 


trying to be a good girl.

 


All I wanted in the whole world

 


was for people to like me.

 


WOMAN:
Okay, okay everyone, it's time!

 


Let's all welcome Mary Eunice McKee

 


to our annual pool event.

 


(clapping)

 


Hey, why don't you get up on
the diving board, Mary Eunice?

 


You're our guest of honor today.

 


¢Ü Love me... ¢Ü
Go ahead.

 


¢Ü But how do I know? ¢Ü
¢Ü Tell me ¢Ü

 


¢Ü How do I know? ¢Ü
All right, everyone.

 


On the count of three,

 


we're all gonna drop our robes.

 


One...

 


two... three!

 


(laughter)

 


I was just everyone's victim.

 


Poor Mary Eunice.

 


(groans)

 


(sniffles)

 


The only place I thought
I'd be safe was with God.

 


(chuckling):
God.

 


You know there's no God, right?

 


You already figured out that it's just

 


a bunch of crap someone made up

 


to keep you from being who you are,

 


from doing what you really want to do.

 


What a chump.

 


Look where it got me.

 


Right here, taking shit
from a mean old bitch

 


who drinks and wears trashy red lingerie

 


(whispers):
under her habit.

 


(both chuckle softly)

 


But not for long.

 


They're gonna lock me up in my room.

 


I'll never be able to do
anything I want ever again.

 


Don't be a whiner.

 


You're smarter than they are.

 


Don't you ever forget it.

 


Maybe you just need to learn
how to defend yourself.

 


SISTER JUDE:
Fine. We'll be expecting you.

 


Monsignor.

 


Crisis averted.

 


I mean, she-she went off

 


and-and left her daughter here,

 


as if we're some kind of
personal child care facility.

 


(chuckles):
For heaven's sakes,

 


what is that expression
on your face, Timothy?

 


It seems Briarcliff's become
quite a burden for you.

 


No, no.

 


We just had a few, uh, difficult days,

 


but the order has been restored...

 


Sister, I've contacted a colleague,

 


Father Bernard, in Pittsburgh.

 


He's just opened a home
for wayward girls.

 


I've recommended you highly

 


to run it.

 


Are you firing me?

 


You've lost your way.

 


You need a new beginning.

 


You're booked on a plane

 


out of Logan Airport,
Friday morning, 8:30 a.m.

 


This is... this is all
about Dr. Arden, isn't it?

 


Dr. Arden is not
the issue here!

 


Dr. Arden is
entirely the issue here!

 


He's turned you against me.

 


But I was right about him.

 


Pack up your things, Sister.

 


(knocks)

 


Little Jenny Reynolds' mother
came by and picked her up.

 


That's fine.

 


(sniffles)

 


Is there anything else, Sister?

 


No, Sister.

 


Yes, Sister.
What are you doing?

 


I'm packing.

 


I'm leaving Briarcliff.

 


The monsignor, in his wisdom,

 


has decided that my talents
would serve better elsewhere.

 


Pittsburgh, as it turns out.

 


Pittsburgh?

 


No, Sister Jude,
you can't leave Briarcliff.

 


I have no choice.

 


But what will become of us?

 


(chuckles softly)

 


No, I won't leave you

 


to the tender mercies
of Dr. Arden.

 


There's something I can do
before I'm exiled.

 


Go to the kitchen.

 


The special bottle of cognac
I keep for the monsignor--

 


bring it to me.

 


And two very clean glasses.

 


(phone ringing)

 


Thredson residence.

 


KIT: Thank God you picked up,
Dr. Thredson.

 


You're my one phone call.

 


Listen, you got to help me.

 


The cops put me in jail,
and they say they have proof

 


I killed Alma and those other ladies.

 


They say

 


they have a tape of my confession.

 


I thought we had a deal.

 


I thought you said, if I say
all that stuff out loud,

 


you'll tell the courts
I could stay at Briarcliff.

 


No, no, Kit.

 


I told you to say
what you believe is true.

 


KIT:
I was confused.

 


Now I know the truth.

 


Alma's not dead. Grace saw her.

 


She told me.
Kit...

 


you need to take responsibility
for what you did.

 


(sobs)

 


You said you'd lie for me
so I could avoid the chair,

 


but all you did was lie to me.

 


How'd the cops get the tape, huh?

 


Did you give it to them?

 


Oh, come on.

 


(panting)

 


I bet this was

 


your plan all along, wasn't it?

 


You didn't want to help me.

 


You're full of shit, and you're a liar.

 


Stop. You stop calling me that.

 


You're a phony, lying bastard!

 


Stop...! Stop calling me that!

 


(gasps)

 


He's unbelievable.

 


(panting)

 


He has the nerve to call me a liar,

 


when he's the one spouting fantasies

 


about little green men!

 


Kit?

 


You talk to him?

 


Perspiration from a rise
in body temperature.

 


Accelerated heart rate.

 


What are you up to?

 


Nothing.

 


(panting)

 


I knew it.

 


You were gonna abandon me.

 


Just like my mother.

 


(yelling)

 


(sobbing)

 


You're all the same.

 


I'm not...
Shut your dirty mouth.

 


I'm not like them.

 


I'm not.

 


I'm not like them.
I'm not like them.

 


It's such a disappointment...

 


I'm not.

 


...when people don't
live up to expectations.

 


(panting)

 


Sometimes all you can do is...
end it.

 


(sighs)

 


This is your fault.

 


You have no one to blame but yourself.

 


Please.

 


("You Don't Own Me"
by Lesley Gore playing)

 


¢Ü You don't own me ¢Ü

 


¢Ü I'm not just one of your many toys ¢Ü

 


¢Ü You don't own me ¢Ü

 


¢Ü Don't say I can't go with other boys ¢Ü

 


¢Ü And don't tell me what to do ¢Ü

 


¢Ü And don't tell me what to say ¢Ü

 


¢Ü And, please, when I go out with you ¢Ü

 


(phone ringing)

 


¢Ü Don't put me on display... ¢Ü

 


(music stops, phone continues ringing)

 


(humming music)

 


Hello.

 


SAM:
It's Sam Goodman.

 


This is Sister Jude.

 


(knocking)

 


Toast, Arthur.

 


A toast to what?

 


You won.

 


And I've always prided myself
on my good sportsmanship.

 


To your impressive
single-mindedness.

 


I thought this was
supposed to be a toast.

 


Ah, yes.

 


We're abstaining these days, aren't we?

 


I wouldn't dream of drinking alone.

 


You know...

 


there are times in life
that warrant an exception.

 


To you.

 


(glasses clink)

 


And to God's will.

 


(chuckles)

 


(clock ticking)

 


Yes?

 


I'm sorry, did Sister Jude send you?

 


She doesn't know I'm here.

 


(phone ringing)

 


Mr. Goodman?

 


Mr. Goodman?

 


I came as fast I could.

 


I have the glass with the fingerprints.

 


(phone continues ringing)

 


Mr. Goodman?

 


Hello. Hello?

 


(line clicks, dial tone)

 


Huh.

 


(labored breathing)

 


(thumping)

 


Oh, God.

 


Oh, no!

 


(screams)

 


(sobbing):
Oh... no...

 


Oh, God.

 


Oh, my God.

 


I'll call an ambulance.
(groans)

 


Listen, listen...

 


What?
Listen...

 


Arden did this.

 


No, no.

 


Nun.
Ah... What?

 


What? What?

 


What did...?
A nun...

 


A nun.
A nun...

 


A nun?

 


What?
One of...

 


yours.

 


One of... yours.

 


Hans Grouper.

 


You were handsome.

 


Do you mean to tell me Sister Jude

 


has this Israeli Sherlock Holmes
holed up in some motel?

 


She was determined to expose you.

 


But you don't need to worry anymore.

 


I've taken care of everything...

 


Hans.

 


Don't...

 


call me that.

 


Ever.

 


Are you quite sure this is all of it?

 


No.

 


It's not all of it.

 


I've hidden some evidence away

 


in case you try
and double-cross me.

 


You must understand, these...

 


so-called Nazi hunters
are nothing but...

 


self-loathing,
self-seeking,

 


money-grubbing Jews!

 


The Catholic Church
certainly understood that.

 


At least the Pope had
the good sense to...

 


Arthur...
I am not a monster!

 


I'm a visionary.

 


Do you have any idea how
lonely a path this is?

 


What it's like to have to
carry on your work in secret,

 


hiding from those pious vigilantes?
Arthur!

 


You're preaching to the converted.

 


Why?

 


Why are you protecting me?

 


You're not in love with me.

 


(chuckles)

 


I'm no fool.

 


I know I'm too old.

 


Too ugly.

 


Is there something...

 


you want from me?

 


This is the beginning
of a whole new era.

 


All you need to do

 


is trust me

 


with your entire soul,

 


and I promise you

 


that everything will work out.

 


Who killed her?

 


Did you see him?

 


He was tall.

 


He had a beard

 


and a brown jacket.

 


First, he slashed my brother
and sister's throats,

 


then he stabbed my mother in the back.

 


I tried to stop him,

 


but he said he would kill me, too,

 


if I moved a muscle.

 


THREDSON: You're trying not to scream.

 


But you will.

 


They always do
when I make the first incision.

 


But then shock will take over...

 


...and you won't
feel anything.

 


It doesn't have to be this way.

 


I wish that were true, Lana.

 


(sobs quietly)

 


I had such high hopes for you.

 


From the moment

 


I saw you, so ambitious,

 


so... alive.

 


I was never alive in there.

 


No, not there.

 


Before Briarcliff.

 


LANA:
Oh, come on, Phil.

 


Aren't you sick and tired
of writing the same piece

 


with different names?

 


Start with some blood and guts,
a pinch of sympathy

 


for the poor victims,

 


and then top it off with moral outrage.

 


Isn't that the recipe?
You're the one who knows about recipes.

 


What are you doing here?

 


And when did you get
assigned to the crime beat?

 


You think Upton Sinclair
waits to be assigned a story?

 


I'm making this my story.

 


Oh, a woman's touch, huh?
Yes, exactly.

 


That's what's been missing
from this story.

 


You think this mook's just some monster,

 


but no monster starts off that way.

 


He was somebody's precious baby,
crying for his mommy.

 


Here comes your precious baby now.

 


(reporters clamoring)

 


REPORTER:
Hey, Walker, why'd you do it?

 


Huh?

 


Where's the body?

 


Come on, Walker.

 


What, you got nothing to say?

 


You got a statement, Walker?

 


I thought that you

 


were the first person

 


who could understand.
I do.

 


I do understand.
No.

 


You don't.

 


That's all right, Oliver.

 


I don't want you to feel guilty.

 


A mother's love is unconditional.

 


You never had that, did you?

 


Everyone deserves that.

 


Even you.

 


Baby.

 


(sobbing)

 


It's me.

 


My baby.

 


(sniffs)

 


Baby needs colostrum.

 


Car out front is registered

 


to a Leo Morrison out
of Encino, California.

 


He one of our dead
trick-or-treaters?

 


Doubtful. Mr. Morrison's
in his early 30s.

 


We're putting these three as teenagers.

 


Still trying to I.D. them.

 


MAN:
Detectives!

 


We got another one!

 


Mr. Morrison,
I presume.

 


All right, full search of the grounds.

 


Let's do it before we lose daylight.

 


We're looking for at least a body part.

 


Chances are whoever
called this in is our perp.

 


(cell phone ringtone plays)

 


This is Detective John Grayson.

 


Who is this?

 


MAN:
You know who I am.

 


No, I don't.

 


Did you kill these people?

 


Only the imposters.

 


I just wanted you to know that.

 


Just spoke to Leo Morrison's sister.

 


He's out here on his honeymoon.

 


Shit.

 


Where's his bride?

 


Sync & corrections by honeybunny
www.addic7ed.com