All language subtitles for Flower of Evil S01E06

FLOWER OF EVIL

Yes, I'm on my way.

Oh, no. It's all right.

But thank you.

It's tough, but I'll have to face it.

So...

About that person.

How was that person?

Thank goodness.

Excuse me.

Are you all right?

I'll call an ambulance, so hang in there.

No.

What was that?

Not the hospital...

Pardon?

No.

Not the hospital.

FLOWER OF EVIL

One, two, three!

Get the AED ready,
and charge at 150 joules.

All stand clear.

Shock!

200 joules.

Shock!

Hae-soo!

Hae-soo!

Come down here for a second.

Why?

Hae-soo.

You live an ordinary life, all right?

And don't...

Don't ever look for me.

Because I...

I...

I won't live as Do Hyun-soo anymore.

EPISODE 6

PATIENT NAME: BAEK HEE-SEONG

He's awake.

Do Hyun-soo.

It's all over.

Do Hyun-soo.

Are you all right?

Let me escort you back to your room.

Come on.

It's okay.

I'm fine.

Please spare me some time. Just this once.

I came all the way here to your workplace.

Then just this once question.

On May 12, 2002,

did you really witness the
abduction of Ms. Jung Mi-sook?

Hello? Ms. Jang Young-hee?

-Look.
-Is that true?

It has been revealed
that Park Kyung-choon,

who is accused of plotting
the Chinese Restaurant Murder,

is the bereaved family of
Ms. Jung Mi-sook,

a victim of the Yeonju Serial Killings.

Park, who is a taxi driver,

brutally murdered his passenger, Nam,

in the very restaurant he runs.

But Park's atrocity did not end here.

He also kidnapped another passenger, Baek,

causing severe bodily damage to him.

Many questions are still left unanswered,

such as Park's motive
and his relationship to the victims.

According to the police,
they are still investigating

what caused Park to commit such crimes.

Name, Baek Hee-seong. Age, 39 years old.

He was brought to the hospital
ten days ago with cardiac arrest.

His heart stopped for eight minutes.

so we decided on TTM.

For the next two days...

"TTM"?

To put it simply...
With animals in hibernation,

we see their metabolism
slow down, don't we?

It's the same principle.
By lowering the body temperature,

we prevent cell damage by
limiting metabolism.

I see.

However, possible side effects
include memory loss and confusion,

so we'd like to ask you a few questions.

Sure.

Will you tell us your name
and your birthdate?

March 15, 1982. My name is Baek Hee-seong.

What is the name of your wife?

Cha Ji-won.

What about your daughter?

Daughter?

I have a daughter?

Daddy, it's me.

How can you not recognize me?

That's all right.

Memories are recovered
in a retrograde order,

and these things do happen.

There!

Baek Eun-ha, six years old.

She was born in September 2015.

And she goes to
the Little Bird Kindergarten.

I hate you, Daddy.

Your husband's back entirely now.

-Professor Shim.
-Director.

Hello.

How is he?

Sir, I think you should
discharge Mr. Baek right away.

He's been pulling
his primary physician's leg.

What about his vitals?

He's recovering fast,
as he was quite fit to begin with.

We'll leave you to it, then.

Let's go.

You must've been extremely worried.

Seeing him liberated from
those awful machines,

I couldn't hope for anything more.

How are you?

Are you in pain anywhere?

I'm fine.

I'm sorry to trouble you.

What on earth are you up to these days?

-Do you think your life belongs...
-Honey.

His in-law is here.

Oh, hello.

Hello. Seeing Hee-seong...

I mean, my son-in-law in good
health has finally assured me.

You should've informed me
that your mother was coming.

I really should've thought better.
I'm sorry.

I'd like a moment, just with my family.

What?

Did you say, "my family"?

Is there a "my" and
"your" family here? We're all...

Mom.

Eun-ha.

Let's go, Mommy will buy you snacks.

No, I want to stay here with Daddy.

Daddy needs rest. Let's go.

No!

No. Mommy, I hate you.

I hate you, Mommy.

Eun-ha.

Daddy can only go home soon
if you listen to Mommy.

You know that, right?

Eun-ha, come here.

Let's go. Come on.

That little brat has such a temper
for her size.

I can never take a liking to her.

It's Baek Eun-ha.

What?

Her name isn't "little brat."
It's Baek Eun-ha.

I can't believe those people.

What? Just "my family"?

Were they all born with
blue blood or something?

What are you looking at?

What?

I said, what are you looking at?

Nothing.

I'm just worried about
Hee-seong, that's all.

Let's go.

Anyway, what will you do now?

I'm talking about that Park Kyung-choon.

I hear his condition is still serious.

It's still unstable, and...

definitely not to our disadvantage.

In fact, it may be the exact opposite.

He underwent surgery
for a fractured skull,

and his prospects are bad.

He regained consciousness,

but he's yet to show any kind of response.

Mr. Park Kyung-choon.

Please answer me, Mr. Park.

Why is he in such a state?

Well. The surgery went well and
his blood vessels are clear, too.

You should get some rest, too.

Sure.

Eun-ha, say bye to Mommy.

Mommy, when are we going home?

Daddy will come home soon.

I'll get going, then.

Mom.

Can you not go?

I just want to stay
with you a little longer.

All there's left is his discharge.

There's no more possible bad news.

Come by this evening.

I'll make your favorite
braised ribs and kimchi.

Sure.

See you, Mommy.

Sure, Eun-ha. I'll see you later.

Okay.

Bye.

Hey, Ho-jun.

Don't worry about Ji-won.

I'll take care of her.

Wasn't she suspicious about
why you were there?

Do Min-seok's atelier is
still around there.

I gave her the excuse that

I joined Kim Moo-jin
on his excursion out of pure curiosity,

being in the same profession.

Can that Kim Moo-jin be trusted?

I have his weakness.

And what is that?

I don't see why you two
need to learn that.

Don't you trust us?

Then how much do you trust me, Mother?

Let's not get sidetracked.

Our main concern now is Park Kyung-choon.

So? Do you have an idea?

What?

How will you shut him up now?

Calm down.

Calm down?

He's a ticking bomb!

That Park Kyung-choon, I mean!

Have you forgotten about
what happened to us 15 years ago,

when you lost your cool?

Have you forgotten about
why we feel powerless to

a nobody like Park Kyung-choon?

This will be too much for you to handle.

You should just go home.

I'm trying to be considerate.

I know.

I know very well

how useless I am.

-Detective Cha.
-Hey.

Thank goodness. I mean it.

I'm so happy for you right now.

Why do you look happier than me?

Do you know how worried I was back then?

I thought I'd end up losing you, too.

Doctor!

Why won't he wake up?

We raised his temperature back up,
so why isn't he up already?

We've prescribed him
some narcotics, that's why.

Could you go and check up
on him once more?

There's no flutter of an eyelash,
or a twitch of his fingers.

It's as if he's a mannequin,
and not a person who's asleep.

This just doesn't feel right.

Please go and see him.

You said the same thing yesterday.

But I really don't have
a good feeling about this.

Don't start doubting already.

It's only been five days.

He may end up staying here
for much longer than expected.

You need to brace yourself
and hang in there.

Detective Cha.

Let's go.

He says it's only been five days.

How can 24 hours be this long?

What's with that flat response?

I thought you'd get up and dance

once your husband got up.

I already did my dance.

Tell me about Park Kyung-choon.

He's driving us crazy.

His warrant review is tomorrow,

and I think this is one of
his tricks to try dodge an arrest.

What did the doctor say?

He said they couldn't find
a clear cause that

may be affecting
his cognitive ability, but...

They can't say for sure because he
happens to be a cancer patient, too.

The police have requested
our hospital's cooperation.

Park Kyung-choon's warrant review
will go as scheduled tomorrow,

and our medical opinion
won't be in his favor.

There's a high chance he will be
arrested immediately tomorrow.

-And that means...
-In other words,

we must also act tonight.

Will you do it?

His body is already saturated
with narcotic analgesics.

Medically speaking,
I wouldn't be surprised if he goes into

cardiac arrest anytime soon.

What's more, he has no family to
demand an autopsy.

If you say you'll do it, I can help you.

But you won't do it yourself?

Let me think about it.

All right.

But tonight's your only chance.

Remember that.

A victim's testimony?

Yes.

Will your husband be able to help us?

With the victim testifying
how cunning and vile

Park Kyung-choon is,
we'll be at an advantage.

What's more, your husband was
even tortured, right?

-I don't believe this.
-What the...

Are you really alive?

Pervert.

I mean, I thought
you'd die for sure this time.

You sure are healthy.

Ji-won says you're yet to
respond to the police's call.

Hey, I've been avoiding them,
with the excuse I'm too busy.

We first need to get
our story straight, don't we?

Good job.

I'm sorry, but can you
stop it with the compliments?

Because it feels like I'm your dog.

Listen to me carefully from now on.

Yes, I got it.

So you and I...

Yes, by coincidence...

Hey, do you think I'm stupid?

I said I understood,
so why should I repeat...

Hey, I better go.

Ma'am, give me that. Come on.

Come on.

Give me that. Let me help you.

Don't do this.

I really have nothing for you.

Come on, I know you do.

Because you, Ms. Jang Young-hee,

were the last person to see
Ms. Jung Mi-sook alive.

You just need to tell me what you saw

on that night, 18 years ago.

I don't remember.

How can I remember something
from 18 years ago?

But you even called the police.

I said, you have the wrong person.

You've heard of
the Park Kyung-choon case, right?

Well, Jung Mi-sook is
Park Kyung-choon's wife.

If the police had investigated
the case properly

after you called them,
she may have been saved.

This is my daughter.

I just want to live a quiet life,
supporting my daughter.

Ms. Jang Young-hee.
I think there's a misunderstanding.

I'm not here to hassle you.

I only want to uncover
the police's poor work.

Mr. Kim.

Stop coming here.

Please just leave me alone.

What if I say something,

and he comes to harm my daughter?

Do Min-seok is long dead.

I'm not talking about him.

What? What are you talking about?

Oh, no. It's nothing.

Move.

Are you sure about this?

Yes, I'll be fine.

Are you confident?

Is this something that
requires confidence?

What I meant was...

it could be hard on you
to think about that time.

Why are you so startled?

Look, there was something in your hair.

Why are you the nervous one?

Right?

Help!

Hee-seong.

Why are you looking at me like that?

I can't stop...

thinking about you, back then.

So I put together a list of questions.

If it gets too hard for you,
let me know anytime.

Sure, thank you.

Detective Choi.

Hey.

Oh, me? I'm just fine.

I know you were all very worried for me.

But really, I... Ouch. I'm fine.

So don't come visiting me at
the hospital like now, all right?

He's pissed.

Long time no see.

I should've come see you, but I was
in the same situation, so couldn't.

Gosh, Mr. Baek. You went through so much.

But seeing how that Park Kyung-choon
is also completely battered,

you must know how to throw a fist.

Were you a bit wild back in school?

He's a victim. Watch your language!

What is that?

A list of questions.

And you call yourself a police officer?

Shall we begin, then?

You'll do it yourself?

I'm bored to death already.
So come on, let's start.

Mr. Baek Hee-seong.

Yes.

Why do you think
Park Kyung-choon tortured you,

instead of finishing you off
right then and there?

Usually,

torture is the most extreme way

of squeezing out an answer from anyone.

That's what I was most curious about.

What could Park Kyung-choon
have asked you, Mr. Baek?

What do you think you're doing?

You're leading him, when he's a victim.

Honey, you don't have to
answer him diligently.

If you don't know, say you don't.
If you don't remember, then say so.

Answer him simply.

Ji-won.

If you're going to be an officer,
sit down next to me.

Or if you're here to support
Mr. Baek, go sit next to him.

Don't just jump out and interrupt.

Right, you stepped over the line.

You know how he does his business.

Ji-won, hurry up and pick a side
so we can continue.

I'll be fine.

I think it's best I leave.

While trying to persuade
Park Kyung-choon to let me go,

I told him there was
a police officer in our family.

That triggered him and
he lashed out at me,

asking why they failed to save his wife.

He stabbed me in the arm
and I blacked out,

and the next thing I knew,

there was water right up to my chest.

See, that's what baffles me.

Why didn't Park Kyung-choon

kill you in the way

he murdered Nam Soon-gil,

but took his time to drown you to death?

That...

I'm curious about myself.

I think I know.

Had the police been five minutes...

No, even just a second late,

we wouldn't have been
able to save Mr. Baek.

Our guilty conscience then,
would've plagued us for life.

Perhaps that was what he'd been after,

because Park Kyung-choon
despises the police.

Hey, you may be right.

You're really smart.

Hey, are you his lawyer?

How do you know Park Kyung-choon so well?

Right.

Only Park would know what's on his mind.

Which means I wouldn't know either.

Will you only ask me
what I can answer you,

Detective Choi Jae-sub?

So, in other words, you, Baek Hee-seong,

just happen to accompany Mr. Kim
who you got to know by chance,

and just so happened to
hop into Park's taxi

who ended up kidnapping you.
Is that right?

Was that a question?

It's more of a suspicion.

Detective Choi.

Do you not like me?

Me? Why would I?

Don't you know how fond of Ji-won I am?

No need to deny it, I know.

When Ji-won first introduced me to you,

you called me your brother,

but then you turned around

and told Ji-won to break it off with me.

Saying I'm a jerk.

Did I make a mistake?

If you'd tell me, I'll apologize.

If there's something
I've come to realize in life,

as you can see,
I'm not an amicable person.

If someone's trying to win points with me,

they fall into one of
the following three categories.

One, they lied,

two, they're planning to lie,

or three, they're currently lying.

In other words...

you're currently asking me questions

while holding a prejudice about me.

Detective Lim Ho-jun.

Yes?

I think it may be best you handle this.

Oh, sure.

Detective, let me do it.

Fine. It's not like dealing with
victims is my specialty.

Once that bastard,
Park Kyung-choon, is arrested,

I'll be coming to expose him.

Hello, Cha Ji-won from Gangsu Station.

First of all, thank you so much.

For catching the criminal.

Thanks to you, my husband
may now rest in peace.

I only did what I ought to.

The reason why I called you today

is because I thought you should know this.

About what?

I have something to tell you
about Do Hyun-soo.

I thought it may help you,
which is why I called you today.

I'd rather talk in person
and not over the phone, though.

I'll be out of town next week
to see my mother,

and if possible,
I'd like to meet you before then.

Once I'm done with this case,
I'll come to see you.

And...

Yes, Detective?

I'd appreciate it
if you'd give me this information

about Do Hyun-soo, to me only.

Of course. Of course I'll do that.

I want you to take the credit for this.

Thank you for your understanding.

After it has been revealed that

the Chinese Restaurant Murder was

yet another tragedy brought on
by the Yeonju Serial Killings,

many are turning their attention

to Do Min-seok, who is at the center
of this horror story.

This is the very atelier where
Do Min-seok,

Korea's most notorious serial killer,
and his son, Do Hyun-soo,

who is still on the run, had once resided.

The atelier is still here and standing,

but draped with cobwebs
in every nook and cranny.

On the floor are remains of
his hideous artwork.

It's almost as if it is haunted.

The place where the victims
were confined in

is the basement of the
warehouse next door.

Let's head over there now.

This is the basement where
Do Min-seok confined his victims.

It's as if I stepped foot inside a
dungeon located deep underground.

THE UNDERGROUND DUNGEON
WHERE VICTIMS WERE CONFINED

The air is suffocating.

I can see a massive cage.

THE MASSIVE CAGE
WHERE THE VICTIMS WERE LOCKED IN

Let me go inside and take a look.

No matter how much force I use,
it won't budge,

and I soon feel powerless.

TRACES OF NIGHTMARE
THAT POSSIBLY CONFINED THE VICTIMS

This looks like a cable tie that
was used to tie down the victims.

Eighteen years have passed,

but the traces of that terrible nightmare

still remain here in this place.

Once that bastard,
Park Kyung-choon, is arrested,

I'll be coming to expose him.

Tonight's your only chance.

Remember that.

It went well.

What is it? Did something happen?

It's nothing.

Ho-jun said you did very well.

Thanks for that.

Don't say that.

You look as if
there's something on your mind.

What is it? Tell me.

No, it's really nothing.

Ji-won.

You should go home and
get a good night's rest.

You look exhausted.

How can I go home and rest?

Ji-won...

How can I go home
and get a good night's rest?

What is it?

What is it, did you ask?

You almost died right in front of my eyes.

And that was just ten days ago.

While you lay there,
unconscious for ten days,

do you know how I felt?

Do you?

Every time I get a call
outside of the hospital,

my knees would start to shake.

"Why are they after me?"

"Who could be desperately
after me, for what?"

In the short seconds
I fumbled to check the caller,

I almost suffocated to death.

And you're telling me to
go home and get rest?

Every time I went home,

I'd be scared to death that in the end,

it'd really be just me left in this house.

You have no idea what hell I went
through these past ten days.

You'd never know, not in your life.

Yet you...

All this time...

Who are you?

Who are you?

-I'm leaving.
-Ji-won.

Let's talk.

Talk about what?

Just anything.

Anything will do.

I'll just stay here and listen, so...

Later.

I'm feeling so tired, all of a sudden.

I want to just sleep like crazy.

Can you hear me?

Do you recognize me?

It's me, Ji-won.

Hae-soo.

What?

Hae-soo.

You live an ordinary life, all right?

And don't...

Don't ever look for me.

Because I...

I...

I won't live...

as Do Hyun-soo anymore.

I'm really sorry.

But with reporters keep
sneaking onto the set,

we can't get any work done. You know it.

Yes, I understand.

I'll resign.

I'm really sorry about it.

Still, thank you.

For what?

For saying that you're sorry.

For not yelling your head off at me,

screaming why I didn't tell you
about my family affairs,

blaming me that I almost ruined your life.

What kind of person would do that?

Shouldn't you be breaking
it off with me first?

KIM MOO-JIN

Yes, that's right.

You remind me of your father
and it just creeps me out.

There are many.

Many who are angry with me.

I'm really not shameless
or rude, you know.

It's that... I'm really bursting.

Please let me use your bathroom.
Just one minute.

Please! This is...

This is about human rights.

I'm not lying about this, ma'am.

No good. I'm really sorry,
but I'll really have to...

Gosh, Mr. Kim.

This is an invasion of privacy.

You've really gone too far.

Don't you think you're being hard on me,

keeping me hanging in there that

Do Min-seok had an accomplice?

Oh, I really know nothing.

Please be brave, for the truth.

For the truth, my ass.

Fine.

If I agree to an interview,

will you protect me and my daughter?

There you go again,
using your daughter as your shield.

Who are you, mister?

Why are you hassling my mom?

Go back in.

I'm not hassling her.

I'm a reporter in pursuit of the truth,
and nature was calling...

If you don't scram while I count to three,

I'm calling the police.

Police, really?

-One.
-I won't take long.

-Two.
-I swear it'll only be a minute.

Didn't I tell you to shoo?

Three.

Let's go in.

FATHER

I'll do it.

I need to do this.

LUMINOL, HYDROGEN PEROXIDE

VICTIM'S PROFILE

GAKYEONGRI VILLAGE CHIEF MURDER

CASE FILE

CONSULTATION RECORDS

NAME: DO HYUN-SOO

DISPLAYING SERIOUS LEVEL
OF AGGRESSION AGAINST MAMMALS

ART THERAPY RECOMMENDED

NO EMOTIONS, EXPRESSIONS, INTERESTS
LACK OF EMPATHY AND GUILT

SCHIZOID PERSONALITY DISORDER SUSPECTED

NEEDS DRUG THERAPY

WITNESS' TESTIMONY: BYUN SEOK-GI

I lived in the same village
as him for almost ten years,

and I never saw him smile or cry once.

He'd always be holed up in
that atelier with his father.

So who knows what he'd learned in there?

When they uncovered his mother's
body from underground,

he didn't even bat an eye.

After Do Min-seok died,

it was the Village Chief
who cared for those kids.

But it had come to this.

I'd warned him to watch out
for Do Hyun-soo...

CONSULTATION RECORDS
NAME: DO HYUN-SOO

Don't leave any needle tracks behind.

LUMINOL

HYDROGEN PEROXIDE

We change his dressing every afternoon

between 2 and 3 p.m.

The detectives take turns
watching over him,

changing shifts at 9 a.m. and 9 p.m.

That's why the detective
who stands guard at night

know nothing about
when we dress his wounds.

I'm here to dress his wounds.

What, so late?

Us interns have it badly

as you do, Detective,
working night and day.

Gosh, I'm so tired. I'm aching all over.

You should go and grab some coffee.

To be honest, I was dying for a smoke.

-I'll be quick, then.
-Sure.

I've been waiting.

Wait for me, to do what to you?

I knew you'd come to kill me.

What are you up to this time?

Where's Mi-sook?

Do you really not know where Mi-sook is?

I'm just like you.

I only found out through TV,

that my father was a serial killer.

Is that so hard to believe?

When you came to kill me...

I thought you'd tell me
the truth then, at least.

Whether you believe me or not,

I don't plan on sparing you.

You tried to ruin my life,

and you're capable of doing it anytime.

I've come to realize something
after lying in bed,

staring at the ceiling all day.

That all I know about you...

are the rumors.

And that...

I may have been wrong this entire time.

I killed an innocent person,

and tortured you horrendously.

There's no need to hesitate.

This looks like a cable tie that
was used to tie down the victims.

I'm curious.

When you found out that
Jung Mi-sook had died...

how did it feel?

What?

How did it feel,

when your wife died?

Why...

Why do you...

Why do you want to know?
Why? Are you really curious?

But why? Why?

Why do you want to know?

You almost died right in front of my eyes.

You have no idea what hell I went
through these past ten days.

You'd never know, not in your life.

I'm curious.

I wanted to die.

But why didn't you?

Because there was something
I needed to do.

I wanted to take...

Mi-sook to a more comfortable
place for her to rest.

She's already dead,

so does it even matter?

Because when people talk about Mi-sook,

at least the ending will change.

Goodbye, then.

Thanks for dressing
Park Kyung-choon for me.

He's handcuffed,
so what could be so scary?

But it felt to me as if our eyes met.

-Don't be such a wimp.
-Hey.

Excuse me.

Does Park Kyung-choon gets
his wound dressed twice a day?

-Pardon?
-I'm the detective in charge.

Oh.

Just once a day.

And you already did it for the day?

Yes, I did it.

About what you asked me last time.

The fish charm.

Someone came to the funeral
and gave it to my sister.

And she gave it to me.

Why are you only telling me this now?

Would you have believed me then?

Rather, you'd have kidnapped her
and drowned her, too.

Who could it be?

This person left it
with my sister on purpose.

But why? Why?

So what you're saying is...

The witness who saw
Jung Mi-sook get kidnapped,

and I, who was my father's alibi...

What if we had both told the truth?

So Do Min-seok really
did have an accomplice?

I hear you still have two months.

This time, why not chase after
the real thing, and not an illusion

called Do Hyun-soo?

It's your decision.

Hey, this...

Take this out for me.

I'm not going to die. I don't want to!

Help me. Help.

It's locked. You won't die.

From the very beginning, you...

But why?

Because you didn't tell anyone about me,

when you could have.

Oh, that's right.

The police were curious

about why you had tortured me.

Listen to me carefully from now on.

I never saw him smile or cry once.

He'd always be holed up in
that atelier with his father.

He's clearly not normal.

I'd warned him to watch out
for Do Hyun-soo...

Mommy!

Eun-ha, don't cry.

Come on, don't cry.

Daddy will feed you.

Just you wait.

Daddy.

Here, Eun-ha.

I should get up and hold you.

Sure.

No need to come out. Get some more sleep.

This morning at 9 a.m., the suspect of

the Chinese Restaurant murder
was transferred to the prosecution.

According to the police, Park Kyung-choon

admitted to all allegations against him,
including the murder of Nam

as well as the kidnapping and
attempted suicide of Baek.

Park confessed that it was
his grudge against the police

for their investigation
on the Yeonju Serial Killings

that spurred him to plot
and commit his crime.

He is currently demanding
a re-investigation.

Meanwhile, the Yeonju Serial Killings...

I wanted to reinforce my research here.

-I'll go ahead with it.
-All right.

First of all, thank you once again
for taking the courage.

This is all your fault, Mr. Kim.

Pardon?

I thought I'd forgotten all about it,

but after meeting you...

I keep seeing her face in my dreams.

"Her face"?

Ms. Jung Mi-sook.

She'd stare at me
with such pleading eyes...

I guess she was begging me
to meet with you.

I'll make sure you don't regret

coming out to see me today.

Then, let's go back to year 2002.

Ms. Jang,

you witnessed the kidnapping
of Jung Mi-sook,

who was the final victim of Do Min-seok.

You even reported this to the police.

But later, you went on to
completely reverse your statement.

What was your reason for doing so?

Could you tell me what this is?

I had an answering machine
at home at the time.

It's from that.

Daddy!

Eun-ha.

Goodness.

Did you have fun today?

-Yes.
-Well done.

All right, then let's go.

-Daddy.
-Yeah?

Look at that cloud.

It looks like an egg tart.

Wow, that's amazing.

It looks like your mother's face.

No, it looks like an egg tart.

Does it?

I have something to tell you
about Do Hyun-soo.

So, this is...

Do Hyun-soo's bag.

I found it while
tidying up the restaurant.

I took a look inside,

and I think my husband
kept it with him all this time,

believing that he'd come for it someday.

He'd been on the run for 18 years,

so do you think you can
catch him with just this?

We will.

Lady, I suggest you
mind your own business.

You're not the only one who saw me.

I saw you, too.

The red car.

I know where you work, and where you live.

You have kids too, don't you?
So I suggest you lay low.

By the way,

did you hear about the
Gakyeong-ri Village Chief murder?

Do you know why he died?

Because he wouldn't mind his own.

That piece of nothing
should've known his place.

When I think about how such a wicked man
is wandering about freely,

it terrifies me.

Nobody ever saw it in person.

Pardon?

I had a look at the records myself,

and there was nobody who saw Do Hyun-soo

commit those heinous crimes himself.

But my husband told me,

that he's different from other people.

He's not normal, so you never know
what he'll be up to next.

That's why he's scary, he said.

Psychopaths...

can never take care of an
existence weaker than they are.

However, Do Hyun-soo had
a dog for over ten years,

and even looked after her puppy.

And that is a fact.

But he murdered someone,
and is on the run.

He's a murderer. And that's a fact, too.

Yes, that's also a fact.

But I want more facts.

Because everyone should
receive the punishment that they deserve,

whether that's criminal punishment

or emotional punishment.

Which is why I'm after more truths,

in order to...

punish Do Hyun-soo rightly.

But the rumors on the Internet...

And this is my principle as a detective,

but...

I only believe what I see.

FLOWER OF EVIL

Do Hyun-soo lived as Baek
Hee-seong for at least 14 years,

and Baek's parents actively
took part in the charade.

What if the police had
investigated the case,

without ruling out the possibility
that Do Hyun-soo and

Do Min-seok were accomplices?

You need to trust me.

This is the consequence of
you breaking our promise.

So how can I trust you now?

I thought I'd try and catch him.

Do Hyun-soo, that is.