Behind Your Touch (힙하게)

BEHIND YOUR TOUCH

-The person -The person

-who killed me… -who killed me…

-is here. -is here.

-Oh, no! -Mr. Park!

-Mr. Park. -Detective Bae,

-call an ambulance. -Yes, sir.

-I'll carry him. -Okay.

Get him on his back.

-Be careful. -There you go.

Let's go.

Are you okay?

I twisted my ankle.

Hurry up and go!

Jong-muk, are you okay?

I'm fine.

-Let me see. -What just happened?

I just twisted it.

-Are you okay? -I'm fine.

Be careful.

Why did this…

For goodness' sake.

Welcome.

-Hi. -Hi.

Give us something cold to drink.

Girls, bring out some iced coffee.

Why are you all so worked up?

Wasn't the village rite today?

Don't get me started.

The rite was over the minute it started.

Why?

The soul of a dead person went into the shaman's body.

His eyes were fluttering like this,

and he was saying things like, "The person who killed me is here."

It was totally, you know…

How scary.

Oh, my goodness!

Pick up the phone!

Mujin Coffee Shop.

-Two cups of coffee to Mujin Realtors? -I was thinking.

Okay.

How can we believe everything that shaman says?

But when it was all happening,

I actually got goosebumps all over my body.

It seemed real.

Come now.

So what if it's real?

Are you saying that there really is a killer among us?

Enjoy.

Thank you.

In any case,

I think I'll be too scared to go around the neighborhood now.

But we can't just lock ourselves up at home.

This is bad.

This might completely ruin our village.

MUJIN POLICE STATION

Have you found anything yet?

Not yet.

How can this be? There's absolutely no trace left behind.

Maybe the shaman is right and the killer is a resident here.

Otherwise, how could the killer know how to avoid all the CCTVs?

According to my father,

that shaman has occasionally been right about things in the past.

Then should we seriously consider asking the shaman who the killer is?

I told you countless times that the killer is from around here

even before the shaman said it.

Detectives should rely on scientific methods, not superstitions.

Listen. We're grasping at straws here because there's nothing else to go on.

I'm not going to grasp at straws. I'm going to grasp the killer.

Jeez, you really have a knack for making things awkward as hell.

I'm heading out to investigate.

You can't just leave like this. What does that make me?

Shall I go ask the shaman?

Sure. And while you're there,

ask him whether your husband is cheating again, why don't you?

Mr. Park, are you okay?

Why am I here?

You fainted during the rite.

You were running a fever all night.

I fainted?

Do you not remember?

I remember performing the rite,

but I don't remember a single thing after that.

You said that the killer was among the people who came to watch.

You don't remember that either?

No.

I don't remember a thing.

I'll come back after work.

Get some rest.

Are you okay,

sis?

What the hell am I doing?

Is here okay?

Yes.

But what are you doing here this early?

I was on my way to work,

but it was a little hot today, so…

That'll be 3,000 won.

What's wrong?

No, it's just…

Ye-bun!

-There's a problem! -What happened?

I think I'm sick.

What do you mean?

Fireworks are going off like crazy, and I hear bells ringing.

What are you talking about?

Everyone looks like a squid except for one guy.

Who? Detective Moon?

No!

That's why I think I'm sick!

The person who looks most like a squid doesn't look like one!

So you have another crush.

This is natural.

When you like someone, everyone else looks like a squid to you.

Some hear bells ringing, and others see fireworks.

Come with me.

It's that guy over there.

Ok-hui.

You are sick.

You're really sick.

Come here.

It's 37.1 degrees Celsius.

It's hard to tell whether you're running a fever.

I'm definitely sick.

I should head home and rest.

What about the store?

There's no one around anyway.

The streets have been empty since what happened to Mr. Park.

That shaman is a fraud. Do people really believe him?

He apparently used to get things right.

And what he said isn't something you can easily brush off.

I guess the killer could've been curious and come to see the rite.

Right? He must be curious about the investigation too.

There's no doubt about it.

They say that criminals always return to the scene of the crime.

He's probably hiding and watching what the police are doing.

Then he's probably seen you and Detective Moon looking for evidence.

Of course.

Who found the first body?

It was me, right?

And I was there when the second victim died.

Unless he's stupid,

he must know that I'm trying to find him.

Then you must be such a nuisance to that serial killer.

Of course.

I bet he can't wait to get rid of me.

Ok-hui,

what do I do?

I shouldn't have been poking around like that.

I must have been out of my mind.

What do I do?

This is all because of that nutjob.

NUTJOB

Speak of the devil.

Hello?

Let's finish what we started.

A thousand people a day, remember?

Sorry, but my power was gone when I woke up this morning.

So I don't think I can help you again.

I'll call you if my power ever comes back.

What are you talking about?

I dropped my phone in the toilet!

What? Hey!

Whatever.

This is better than getting murdered.

What the…

What do I do now?

I'm in front of the hospital. I'm going in.

Tell him you didn't see me, okay?

Where are you…

All criminals are the same.

Their patterns never change.

You've been doing so well until now. What's gotten into you?

The serial killer's next target could be me.

What?

Think about it.

The serial killer knows that the police are after him.

So he's watching from afar.

But then he sees this cute girl who's not even a police officer

visiting the crime scenes.

So the serial killer will wonder,

"Who's that girl?"

He'll get curious.

That's when he starts watching my every move.

And he'll eventually see me touching people's butts and think,

"She doesn't look like a pervert, so why is she touching people's butts?"

With that question in his head, he'll end up finding out

the real reason I touch butts.

"So she's psychic."

"Then she'll eventually find out that I'm the killer

because she is not only psychic but also smart."

-Smart? -That's when he thinks,

"It's such a shame to kill someone as good as her,

but I have no choice since I have to live."

Then he'll put on that rain poncho,

pick up the rose knife, and make a call.

"Hello, is this Bong's Animal Hospital?"

"I have a sick puppy here. Could you come take a look?"

Then I'll feel too bad to say no.

So I decide to go, but something doesn't feel right.