01x08 - Love, The Basic Instinct

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EPISODE 8
LOVE, THE BASIC INSTINCT

SEOBU POLICE STATION

Dr. Brain. What's this about?

Is it because of me?

If you get that, go away.

It's really because of me?

Why? What did I do?

Is it because we fought that day?

Okay, I apologize.

What would you need to apologize for?

I challenged you to a fight
after calling you up at night.

Wasn't it because I riled you up?

You did, yes. That was why.

Still, I'm sorry.

Detective.

SECOND PLACE

Detective.

I...

k*lled someone.

Who did you k*ll?

Was it your wife, Kim Jae-sook?

It's so reassuring to have you by my side.

I'm staying to help
because I was on the case from the start.

I know. Thank you.

Let me be very clear.

This is my last case.

Will you stop it? I said I was sorry.

Hello?

Ms. Kim. Are you all right?

Ms. Kim. Can you hear me?

My husband...

I guess he turned himself in.

Yes. He said he k*lled someone,

and then he stopped talking.

Who is it that he k*lled?

INVESTIGATION IN PROGRESS

He was hit in the head.

I think he died from a single blow.

It looks like he was hit with the trophy.

Why do you think
he suddenly k*lled his neighbor?

That's...

unknown.

Let's ask Mr. Heo.

After waking up...

I went to the rooftop for a smoke
and was coming back down.

On my way back, I ran into him.

We're in the same cycling club,

so we've hung out a few times.

But he behaves like a gangster,

so I was never fond of him.

But...

I heard you thought
Cherri was a real woman.

My goodness. This world is full of women.

What kind of loser

falls in love with a virtual human?

I lost it at the sight of him mocking me,

and we got into a fight.

You lost it,

so you followed your neighbor
into his place

and beat him to death with a trophy?

Yes.

Early that morning,

when I got home after my workout,

I heard an argument.

Turns out, my husband was tussling

with my next-door neighbor at his place.

Why are you mocking me?

Why are you mocking me?

I even had to get surgery.

You think that's funny?

-Get lost.
-You little...

My husband wanted to turn himself in...

but I begged him not to.

I don't really remember
what happened after that.

You touched the trophy
after he dropped it?

Yes.

I think so.

FINGERPRINT ANALYSIS REPORT

This is the trophy, the m*rder weapon.

It matches the wound on the victim's head.

It had two fingerprints on it,

one belonging to Heo Bum-soo
and the other belonging to Kim Jae-sook.

As you can see,
Heo Bum-soo's print looks clear,

but Kim Jae-sook's is only partial.

She said she touched the trophy
after her husband had dropped it.

Then both should be considered suspects.

I don't understand
Mr. Heo's motive though.

His neighbor mocked him,
so he swung a trophy at him?

He doesn't strike me
as the hot-tempered type.

The forensics team conducted
a blood pattern analysis.

They think the direction
of the blood spatter seems suspicious.

Let's see the photos.

These shoeprints are
from Heo Bum-soo's sneakers.

He barged in with his shoes on,
which tells us he was very worked up.

These are Kim Jae-sook's footprints.
She was wearing socks.

The problem is
the direction of these footprints.

The blood spatter was found
just next to where Mr. Heo was standing.

It doesn't match the angle at which
the neighbor's head was struck.

I don't think it's impossible.

Enough talking.

Let's try it.

-There.
-Okay, got it.

All right. We'll reenact his statement.

The victim and Heo Bum-soo argue.

After insulting Heo,
the victim turns to leave.

At that moment, Heo loses it
and strikes him with a trophy.

-Okay?
-Sounds good.

Goodness, wait. What was that?

You're not actually going to
crack my head open, are you?

How else would we know
the direction of the blood spatter?

Goodness. I won't do this. I refuse.

Dr. Brain, you play the victim.

I look nothing like the victim.

You don't look like Heo Bum-soo either.

And I don't look like Kim Jae-sook.

Be quiet!

The roles match your personalities,
so just do it.

Dr. Brain.

It's not time to swing yet.

Gosh, this is making me nervous.

Don't hit hard, okay?

All right, here we go.

Action.

I heard you thought
Cherri was a real woman.

My goodness. This world is full of women.

What kind of loser
falls in love with a virtual human?

You...

I'll smash your head in!

Cut.

Let's try it one more time.

Dr. Brain, who said you could
make up the lines as you go?

Can't I improvise?

Just hit him with that trophy.

What's with the overenthusiasm?

I heard you. Let's do it again.

Goodness. Being a director isn't easy.

Okay, let's try again.

What kind of loser
falls in love with a virtual human?

If he struck down on him from that side,

there should be blood stains
on Mr. Heo's clothes.

But we found none.

The blood was only
on the floor between them.

Then based on the direction
of the blood spatter...

It's more likely that I struck him.

KIM JAE-SOOK

It's not for certain yet,

but based on where they were facing
and the direction of the blood spatter,

it's more likely that Kim Jae-sook did it.

Does that mean

they're lying to us?

Let's see what their brains tell us.

I don't want to do that.

You see,
I've been under a lot of stress lately.

I've even developed these symptoms
out of the blue.

I cannot take a polygraph test
in my current state.

If you refuse to take the test,

it'll make you look suspicious.

I still won't take it.

I'm in no state to take the test.

Sure, that's fine.

I'll take the test.

We'll begin.

Who swung the trophy?

Mr. Heo.

Who hit Mr. Lee Chang-yong
with the trophy?

It was me.

I did it.

It says he's telling the truth.

Goodness. What is going on?

NEUROSCIENTIFIC INVESTIGATION TEAM

My gosh. So he k*lled him?

You can certainly fool a polygraph.

It's easy to fool a machine,

but it's hard to fool the brain.

You see, the brain...

Very nice.

What are you doing here?

Hi, honey.

What on earth is this?

When I met her at the award ceremony,

I asked her to come
and install this for us.

I wanted to stop
bothering Captain Seol with it.

Good thinking, right?

What?

What is it?

Oh, my. You're very handsome.

Hello, handsome neuroscientist.

At the award ceremony,
I didn't even see you leave.

You left very quickly.

I didn't feel like staying.

Well, if it isn't
the Knight in Shining Armor. Hello.

We'll be seeing each other
often from now on.

Why is that?

I guess you don't know.

These days,
water purifier coordinators stop by often

to disinfect the filters
and check on the machine.

We're supposed to do it once a month,

but since my ex-husband works here,

you get special treatment.
I'll visit seven times a week!

That's every day!
What is wrong with you? Forget it.

Hey, Ms. Coordinator.
If you're done installing, please leave.

I must check if it works smoothly.

It works fine. I checked. Leave already.

-Enjoy the clean water...
-Go.

-Wait, I'll call you tomorrow.
-You need to leave.

-I'm just doing my job!
-Have you lost your mind?

-This is my workplace.
-So what if it is?

Can't an ex-wife come by
to install a water purifier?

-Is it against the law?
-It is.

It's absolutely ill*gal, so leave.

-Go.
-Honey!

-Honey.
-Take your bag.

-Honey, let's hurry home.
-What are you doing?

We're going to watch an X-rated movie!

-Keep your eyes ahead.
-Let's go home.

-Unbelievable.
-Come on, let's go...

Couldn't you have
discussed this with me, sir?

What's wrong?
She gave us a friends-and-family discount,

and it's cheaper than ordering bottles.

That's not what I mean. Seriously.

She's not even my wife. She's my ex-wife.

Imagine how I would feel
if she were in and out of my workplace.

Right, I guess you'd feel uncomfortable.

That's an understatement!

Should I tell you a neuroscientific way

to overcome the discomfort?

-Does such a thing exist?
-Of course.

Dr. Brain, you're a genius. What can I do?

Try to believe
your ex doesn't make you uncomfortable.

Now if you'll excuse me.

Try to believe
my ex doesn't make me uncomfortable?

-What does that mean?
-He's telling you to try to believe

your ex doesn't make you uncomfortable.

You know,

anyone could've told you that,

but he makes it sound insightful.

You should try it.

Maybe I should.

My ex doesn't make me uncomfortable.

I don't feel uncomfortable.

-I feel very uncomfortable.
-What?

No, I should try harder.

My ex doesn't make me uncomfortable.
She doesn't make me uncomfortable.

My ex doesn't make me uncomfortable.

My ex doesn't make me uncomfortable.

My ex doesn't make me uncomfortable.

My ex doesn't make me uncomfortable.

-What's wrong?
-I need to get going.

But we're already here.

I'm tired, that's all.

I'm just not in the mood today.

-Let's talk inside.
-No, you go inside.

What's wrong?

-We...
-Honey!

Honey?

Why you...

Detective Geum, calm down.

No, let me go.

I knew you'd come.

-Unbelievable.
-That's him.

Congratulations, darling!

Come on, get off me.

What do you say?

How about a trip

down memory lane?

Get out of here, ma'am. Leave.

My ex doesn't make me uncomfortable.

My ex doesn't make me uncomfortable.

My ex doesn't...

My ex doesn't...

She makes me so uncomfortable!

The more I say it,
the more I think about her.

She keeps bobbing around in my head.

Dr. Brain...

Help me!

Okay, here's an empty spot.

What the...

Are you kidding me?

Dr. Brain, didn't you see
I was about to park here?

I did spot a car dawdling
without its blinkers on.

Shouldn't detectives be better drivers?

Why did I stop him from leaving?
I should've let him go his way.

I must've been out of my mind.

Wait up, Dr. Brain! This is bad!

Why are you making a fuss
over a parking spot?

That's not what I'm talking about.

I can't stop thinking about my ex-wife.

I tried all night to stop thinking of her,
but she's haunting me.

I'm in agony. What's going on?

It's only natural.

The brain isn't familiar
with the concept of denial.

It's why you can't tell it
not to do something.

If you tell someone
not to think about elephants,

they'll keep thinking about elephants.

Exactly. It's k*lling me.

Hold on a second.

Did you give me that advice
knowing what it'd do to me?

Yes, exactly.

To mess with me?

You finally caught on.

It's a widely known neuroscientific fact,

but you didn't know.

You only have your ignorance to blame.

Why that little...

Was I being played by him all night?

Darn him.

Forensics came back with
the analysis of the neighbor's phone.

They found a strange photo.

"A strange photo"?

That photo was on
the next-door neighbor's phone?

They obviously had a thing.
It's undeniable.

What are they, teenagers?

This is flat-out adultery.

Everyone seems to find matches easily.

I'm so jealous...

I mean I'm disgusted.
It's completely disgusting.

Whatever we call it,

this is a strong motive for Mr. Heo.

It could also be Ms. Kim's motive.

Perhaps she k*lled him to hide her affair.

Ms. Kim seemed overwhelmed with guilt.

We don't know if the guilt is
for the affair or for m*rder.

The cheating spouse
isn't always the perpetrator.

Gosh.

Our clever Dr. Brain.

Similar to the way you messed with me,

isn't there a neuroscientific way
to identify the k*ller?

There is.

There's a neuroscientific way
to figure out

why Ms. Kim is experiencing guilt.

We found a clear motive
for your husband's m*rder.

You're wrong.
It wasn't like that between us.

When my husband was
having an affair with Cherri,

I befriended my neighbor out of spite.
That's all.

Who knew my husband's affair
was the result of an illness?

Of course,

we understand the betrayal
you must have felt.

Why you cheated
isn't what's important here.

What matters is that
we have proof of your husband's guilt.

Your husband will be indicted
for the m*rder of Lee Chang-yong.

How many years in prison will he get?

At least 35 years.

Did you say 35 years?

No way.

That's absurd.

My husband isn't a bad person.

Self-defense.

That's right. It was self-defense.

There is no evidence

that points to a struggle
between the two men

or shows that the victim fought back.

Your husband k*lled Mr. Lee
by striking his head from behind.

That isn't self-defense.

Your spasms seem severe.

They appear to be caused by severe stress.

Would you like to know how to remedy that?

The most important thing

is that you don't think

about what happened that day.

But I can't stop thinking about it.

You should try harder.

Try not to think about the incident.

Don't think about it.

Don't think about it.

SECOND PLACE

No.

Don't think about it.

I must not think about it.

Darn it!

Did you call for me?

No, I didn't!

Wait a minute.

I'm glad you showed up.

This is all your fault.

Cherri, you...

You stole my husband's heart
and made me do this.

Now he's in trouble because of you.

This is all your fault!

I didn't understand that.

Can you say that again?

I didn't understand that.

Can you say that again?

I didn't understand that.

Can you say that again?

This is a waste of time.
I think we're wasting our time.

Shall we make a bet?

Let's do it. The winner gets a wish.

That's so old-fashioned.

How about we bet ten million won?

I'm having so many first-time experiences
because of you.

I've never heard of
such a terrifying and upsetting bet.

Then I'm reducing
your chances of getting dementia.

Because our brain likes new experiences.

Of course,
you bring everything back to the brain.

Hey, look.

Over there.

She's looking around?

This smells fishy.

It smells like
the destruction of evidence.

If we collect the evidence she throws out...

That will bring this case to an end.

Darn it.

Why didn't you put it on silent?

I forgot.

Is she coming?

Is she?

Was the driver in the car all along?

Why didn't they leave sooner?

This is so embarrassing.
I feel my ears turning red.

You're always cramping my style.

Detective?

Am I

a suspect?

Not at all.

We were just inspecting the scene.

Yes, that's it.

We came to see
if we'd overlooked anything.

But then Dr. Brain...

Dr. Shin dropped something.

That's why we were crouching.

You must've wondered
what we were doing down there together.

Ms. Kim?

How are your symptoms?

I did as you said,

but they're getting worse.

I couldn't stand it anymore,

so I came out to take a walk,
take out the recyclables,

and drop off the dry cleaning.

The symptoms won't go away overnight.

You must keep trying.

-Please be on your way.
-Okay. I'll get going then.

Bye.

Goodbye.

Gosh, my back.

It'll take ages to go through all this.

This is nothing.

In the movies,
they go through mountains of trash.

Can you quit yapping and help out?

Yapping is what a consultant does.

I'll be resting in the car.

So find it

or else.

Is there anything I can beat him with?

No, I'd prefer something sharp.

Yes, something like this.

Wait.

This is...

I guess you found it.

The crucial evidence.

You're right.

I found it just when I was thinking
I'd love to beat you to death.

It makes me want to swing it around.

It must carry murderous energy.

It's definitely the m*rder weapon.

Could this be the actual m*rder weapon?

On this trophy,

any evidence to indicate
it was the m*rder weapon

such as blood, tissue, or DNA...

was non-existent.

Other than Ms. Kim's fingerprints,
it was very clean.

Completely clean.

And you thought it had "murderous energy."

You got ahead of yourself.

You're the one who got excited,

calling it "crucial evidence" and whatnot.

Enough!

It seems she threw out this trophy

because the sight of it tormented her.

She'd smashed a speaker to pieces.

I think she flew into a rage
whenever she heard Cherri's voice.

Ms. Kim's state does suggest
she's under great duress.

The NFS sent over
the trace analysis report.

They found a piece of fiber
underneath the victim's fingernail.

This is it.

-I'll get going then.
-Bye.

I think I know

what Ms. Kim left her home with that day.

The day you ran into us,

you dropped this off at the dry cleaner's.

Although I think

you meant to throw it away
rather than take it to the cleaner.

Either way, I picked it up for you

and tested it with luminol
and found blood.

It went in a straight line like this.

We analyzed the DNA

and found the blood belonged to Mr. Lee.

It got on me
when I was standing next to him.

Why didn't you submit this
when we were collecting evidence?

I feel weird.

I think my arm is paralyzed.

Do you need to go to the infirmary?

Just a moment. Ms. Kim?

How about...

we try this?

What are you doing?

You dodged the pen,

indicating your arm isn't paralyzed.

I really can't move my body.

Exactly.

I'm sure you feel
like you're really paralyzed.

It looks to me like conversion disorder.

Sudden trauma,
psychological conflict, or duress

can cause symptoms.

You could feel paralyzed

or experience motor and sensory problems.

If it gets worse,
it could even trigger a seizure.

Unlike with standard
paralysis and convulsions,

the symptoms go away
once your anxiety disappears.

In other words,

the only antidote for your symptoms

is the truth.

Tell us the truth
about what happened that day.

It wasn't me.

As you can see, I'm not well.

I should get going.

Then we'll hand over your husband
to the prosecutors to be indicted.

Are you okay with him
being transferred to the detention center?

Are you okay? Let me help you up.

No.

I can't get up.

I can't move.

You'll be able to get up
once you tell us the truth.

Fine! It was me!

I hit him with the trophy.

I k*lled him.

I'm the one who did it.

I ran into my neighbor on my way home

from an early-morning workout.

You see, I'd slipped once.

And I'd been avoiding him ever since.
I even stopped attending club meetings.

The conversation turned naturally
to the topic of my husband.

What a bizarre disorder.

You must've been very upset.

What's even crazier is that

you have to have
strong feelings for a person

and love that person very much

to mistake them for someone else.

For Cherri or an alien, for example.

So if you were to develop that condition,

you could mistake me for an alien.

Right?

We had fun last time.

Back then, I thought
my husband was cheating on me.

That happened in a spur of the moment.

It doesn't matter how it happened.

You two cheated on each other,

whether it was caused
by an illness or a misunderstanding.

What are you doing?

My husband will hear us.

Come on.

Honey.

What are you two doing?

Honey, it's...

What is going on?

You heard everything. Why ask?

Fine, forget it.

You cheated on her with Cherri too.

So...

just call it even, okay?

Call it even.

He followed him into his place,
and they started fighting.

Hey!

Darn it.

You hit on my wife, didn't you?

All the club members know
you're a womanizer.

Look who's talking.
Didn't you cheat on her too?

You cheated on her with Cherri.

-Don't act all innocent.
-Did you call for me?

That wasn't cheating!

It was an illness.

As if.

-Oh, boy.
-You piece of...

Gosh, what's your problem? You little...

-Did you call for me?
-Shall I teach you a lesson?

You see,

this world is full of
easy women like your wife.

Yet, you fell for a virtual human.

What? Cherri?

-Did you call for me?
-You fell in love with Cherri?

-Look, there she is. Your lover.
-Did you call for me?

In all my life,

I've never met a loser like you.

He was ill.
Don't talk to my husband that way!

Why you...

Honey, what do we do?

What should we do?

I think...

he's dead.

What are you doing?

I did this.

Honey.

Listen carefully.

I did this.

It was all me!

Okay?

What are you talking about?

When we got married,

I promised to protect you
for the rest of my life.

I will protect you.

My husband...

turned himself in to take the fall for me.

I was the one who swung the trophy.

I k*lled him.

You can feel it too, right?

Your symptoms are going away
now that you've told us the truth.

Detective.

Please...

let my husband go at once.

Yes.

I will.

I'm okay.

Why did you do that?

I said I'd protect you.

I told myself
I would be strong and stick to the story.

But the more I told myself that,
the harder it got.

My body refused it.

I feel much better now.

Since I've been here,
my spasms have completely gone away...

and I can sleep comfortably at night.

I'm sorry.

I developed such a bizarre disorder...

and gave you the wrong idea.

I ruined everything.

No.

Thanks to your condition,

I realized

that we never saw eye to eye...

although we truly care for each other.

Why was that...

so hard to say?

I'm sorry...

for...

making you feel lonely.

It's such a mystery.

How did Mr. Heo pass the polygraph test?

Because his brain
believed it was the truth.

If your brain completely deceives you
into believing that you k*lled someone,

the polygraph could say it's the truth.

So he loved her enough
to completely fool his brain.

Even though they were
in a sexless marriage for years.

To me, you are more of a mystery.

He's beneath you in terms of

intellectual ability,
financial status, physical appearance,

and in every other way.

On top of that,
he has a bratty daughter in middle school.

How is it that your love system
was activated for him?

Is it that obvious?

You make it obvious.

Only a fool wouldn't know.

Then why hasn't Detective Geum caught on?

Because he's a fool.

He's a fool.

So how do I approach this fool?

People like him

need things spelled out for them.

I should confess my feelings?

That's right.

By the way,
I can teach you a neuroscientific way

to increase your chances with him.

How much? How much do you want?

Since it's my last day here,

this one's on the house.

I feel so sad when I think about Mr. Heo.

I completely get why he did it.

Gosh, who knew you were such a romantic?

You mean you would also
take the fall for a cheating spouse?

That's not what I meant.

I meant I get why
he fell for Cherri the virtual human.

I see.

Even without that weird syndrome,

I'd be able to fall in love with her
with a sound mind.

You can hear her voice
even from the rice cooker.

I was scooping rice one day
when she said this to me.

"Please enjoy your meal."

I almost burst into tears.

Only Cherri speaks to me
with that much warmth.

I hear that in Japan,

there are men who marry
virtual humans like her.

Is that so?

Should I sh**t my shot with Cherri then?

I urge you to hold back,

or your wife might bash your head in.

Shall we?

Hold on.

What were you two
discussing so secretively?

Something you would be very grateful for.

Dr. Shin, our dear consultant for
the Neuroscientific Investigation Team.

We set up a press conference
for you to speak on behalf of the team.

-I refuse.
-Sorry?

But why?

You love to boast.

How many times must I tell you?

It's not boasting. It's stating facts.

Besides, I already told you.

Now that the case has been closed,

I will be leaving.

But...

Don't just stand there. Beg him to stay.

Why is it always me who has to beg?

Dr. Brain!

Dr. Brain, come on.

If there's anything you want or need,
just tell me.

I'll pay for it out of my own pocket.

There is something I want.

What is it? Just tell me.

I'll do anything you want
to make you want to stay.

I want you to leave.

Let me say this again.

This is my workplace.

If anyone should leave, it should be you.

That's why I'm leaving.
So what's the issue?

You're a weird one.

But that's not what I meant.

Are you really leaving us?

But we've grown so close.

How about a drink?

If not, how about a meal?

We could have beef. I'll buy.

He's just leaving. How cold.

He's going to turn around.

He'll turn around.

Turn around.

Turn...

Darn, not even a glance in my direction.

Could I have grown attached to him?

Why am I sad to see him leave?

Your last case?

But why?

-Why not stay a bit longer?
-You're the one who found it odd.

That was when you were plotting revenge
and not acting like yourself.

Recently, you seemed
more interested in the cases themselves.

Why are you quitting?

I guess you're right.

I would never have come across
someone with Capgras syndrome,

had I been cooped up
at the research center.

That reminds me.
What happened with that case?

The wife was the k*ller.

The patient, Mr. Heo,
was trying to take the fall for his wife.

I see.

Mr. Heo must love his wife dearly.

Not you too.

Why is everyone going on about love?

Love is merely

an electric signal
exchanged between neurons.

People let those signals take over
and fall head over heels for each other.

Then come betrayal, hatred, and suffering.

After all that,
they repeat the process with someone new.

How pathetic is that?

Ha-ru.

Do you know when those electric signals

shine the brightest?

I'm guessing you already have the answer.

Of course.

It's when people are in love.

Like you said,
love does end painfully in a lot of cases.

Still,

the brain remembers forever the moment
our signals sparked for someone.

I believe

those memories keep us going in life.

Ha-ru.

There's only one thing I wish for you.

I want you to experience...

that blissful moment.

It's love.

Love is causing you pain.

How did you know that?

There's no need to be so surprised.

It only took minor observation skills.

You're not wearing your ring.

My superiors ordered me
not to speak with you.

Is it your girlfriend or your wife?

It's my girlfriend.

Then it's all good.

You'd be in trouble if it was your wife.

Because you'd have to
lose something that belongs to you,

and you'd have to fight
the urge to beat her up.

However,

lovers are expendable.

Love...

is merely a program used by our brains

to pass our DNA to the next generation.

Another such tool will appear

to help you pass down your DNA.

So don't be too heartbroken.

Sure.

There are fools

who make a huge fuss about love

like it's the most beautiful word
in the world.

But that isn't the case.

Love is the root of all evil.

Just think about it.

Think of all the murders
that are committed in the name of love.

The love for a god
leads to religious wars.

A parent's love leads some

to k*ll themselves
together with their innocent children.

Some maniacally m*rder their ex-lovers
because they can't get over them.

You see that often in the news.

They k*lled

because they were deeply in love.

Whether it was driven
by possessiveness or jealousy,

love was at the heart of it.

I also know someone like that.

Someone who k*lled

because of love.

I want to forget.

But I can't.

The memories creep up more often lately.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Yi-na! Honey?

Yi-na!

Honey, you'll be late at this rate.

Seriously! You made me mess it up!

-Where?
-Right here.

My eyebrows don't match.

You ruined everything!

Nothing's ruined. They're the same.

They look identical to me.
So come and eat.

-I'm late!
-You said you'd eat.

I said I'm late! Bye.

If you skip your after-school lessons,
I'll dock your allowance.

Yeah, I got it. Bye!

At least she said bye.

You said you'd eat.

You told me you would eat.

I'm so exhausted.

This is harder than catching criminals.

That Dr. Brain.

I wonder how he's doing.

He's such a jerk.

He hasn't called once since he quit.

No.

It's stupid of me
to even expect him to call.

Should I call him?

No. Why bother a busy man?

Hold on.

Wouldn't he like it
if I ask him how he's doing?

Okay.

Hello, Captain Seol.

Come on down. I'm outside.

In my hiking attire?

Yes. If you don't have any,
come as you are.

I'll buy you a whole new set.

That's okay. I have hiking clothes.

But why are we suddenly going hiking?

I'll give you five minutes. See you soon.

Hello? Captain?

What was that about?

Why are we going hiking?

Five minutes? sh**t.

Wait. Sir!

Wait for me!

Sir!

Sir!

Darn it.

I'll get penalty points if I'm late today.

I can't breathe. I shouldn't have run.

Hey, Geum Yi-na.

Why are you grinning when we're late?

If I weren't running late,
I would have missed the better bus.

The bus you're on.

What kind of pick-up line is that?

It's corny. I hate it.

-What are you doing after school?
-I have lessons.

-Do you want to watch a movie instead?
-Seriously? You're a model student.

Yes or no?

I can't go.

My dad said he'd call to check on me.

What movie would we watch?

-We could watch anything.
-I can't be bothered.

-Hey.
-Let's go.

Guys.

Look at her smiling.

Who's the loser next to her?

Why do you suddenly care
about staying fit?

Why do you suddenly want to go hiking?

Look at the view!

I have a plan.

What?

What's the secret

to a successful love confession?

You're more likely to succeed if you
tell him somewhere up high and dangerous

and while you're both out of breath.

High up, dangerous, and out of breath.

They're all things
that increase your heart rate.

That's right.

You see, our brains

are constantly monitoring our bodies.

When the heart races,
the brain tries to identify the cause.

If you confess your feelings
at that moment,

he'll think,
"My heart's racing because I like her."

You see, I have something to tell you.

Something to tell me? Go ahead.

First, I need to sit down.

I can't breathe. My heart's pounding.

-No, you can't.
-What?

I must say it at the peak.

We're almost there,
so let's run the rest of the way.

-What?
-Come on. Let's run.

I really wish you'd just say it here.

Come on. Run.

What could you possibly
have to say up on the peak?

You're still young.

When you're married,
you'll understand how I feel.

You can tell if someone's been in love
by their eyes.

Your eyes tell me you've never loved.

I want you to experience...

that blissful moment.

Love?

My gosh.

Hold on.

Thank you.

I feel much better.

I have something to tell you.

Go ahead.

Shall we turn on that love system
Dr. Brain talked about?

You and I

should give love a try.

What?

Detective Geum!

The suspect is addicted to games.

A homebound recluse left home
after five years and committed m*rder?

At certain points in time, he asks
the same questions over and over,

so we've been calling him the Reset Man.

Hold on.

The assailant's memory
is reset every 30 minutes,

so he shouldn't have
any memory of the m*rder.

How did he report it?

We found the witness
in the security footage.

They're clearly lying.

Why are they lying?