Invisible 2: Chasing the Ghost Sound (귀신소리 찾기)

Jan. 2009. A mystery program team in one station has successfully recorded

five voices of a woman in a pension that sent a report.

I never asked to shoot filming

at all I mean, I don't really want to do this just

the gentlemen who professionally records the sounds of a ghost I might need, named...

- Mr. Jung Pil Woo. - Right.

That's why l called you. Please tell me his number

and I need his help.

Mrs. Lee, he's already tied down by the contract with us for whole year

which means that our team should be with Mr. Jung all the time

no matter where he goes.

What kind of nonsense is that.

Well, if you insist, I don't see I've got any other choices. I can't help stopping.

Is Mr. Jung not coming, then?

Surely not, he's like our team according to the contract.

Well, then...

Jan. 25, 2009

Hey you, why don't you save filming on a load of rubbish. Focus on what you're told.

Leave him as he is, he'd do that all the time.

Stop shooting, get away. Watch your step, it's a bit slippery.

Good afternoon, oh boy.

As the car didn't work, we've walked all the way so far.

Thank you for coming all this way.

- How have you been? - Yes.

Well... this is it.

- So this is the house. huh? - This way please.

Come in boys.

Please come in.

It's an old Korean-style house.

It's a guest house rather than home.

I've often rented it to people who called about Internet ad.

I see.

Boy, I highly doubt that many people would like to come this terrible weather.

It's true, you know now is off season.

Where is he, though?

- Who?, Mr. Jung? - Yes.

Is this room where you might hear something?

Yeah.

Basically almost everywhere in this house,

this floor either.

Elsewhere? Let me check another place.

This is kitchen.

- Did you hear it here either? - Yes.

This is a main room.

- And this room? - Yes.

Yes, why is he walking alone, though?

Don't bother. He's born to be that way.

This bedroom looks like a honeymoon room.

Did you decorate it for yourself?

So I guess my work around here has been done.

- No, one more to go. - Let's go

- What are you doing? - Let me get this.

It's a wireless microphone, you know. There's lots of stuffs like this on TV.

Do like this,

and this one into the waist of your pants.

When you put this on, you can absorb the sound more vividly. That's the stuff.

And this one called 'helmet camera'. Have a look at this baby,

you see, you can record anything

while you actually see at that moment by putting this button.

You might see people in this gear when you watch our show on TV

Yes.

This baby's helped us to take a picture of ghost many times.

Do You really mean it that this could take a picture of a ghost?

Yes, but this one would be useless as you not see but hear it, I mean,

- Whose voices? - Pardon?

The voice. The voice you've heard in this room.

Well, I bet someone she doesn't know.

You called for all this people because of me,

if you need any helps, you should tell me every single detail frankly.

I...

believe that my dead sister's voice.

We need to talk.

Hold on, I'd say let's do it together.

Come on.

- Camera. - Rolling.

- You've got it. - Scene 12, take 1 and 1

Hey, you're overlapping,

go away.

Ready, go.

How did your sister pass away?

It was car accident.

What kind of accident?

It's

a hit-and-run accident,

with my husband.

Your husband?

Yes.

Did you ever hear about your husband?

No

What did she say?

If I knew that, I'd have not asked your helps.

Was it too short to understand or you've

just got some trouble to get the sentences?

It's kind of, way too much short to recognize.

And why are you so sure that they are of your sisters?

I've spent my whole life with her,

so I can feel her a bit easily through just her breath.

Ok then,

first I write down some questions

which I believe your sister wanted to ask, officially behalf of you.

Mainly which room did you hear the voice in?

Let's take a break.

What's this?

It's a picture. What's your problem?

We need to talk.

Hold on, I have no idea what you trying to say,

at least one camera should be accompanied all the time.

This's involved in this lady's personal thing.

I know. Mr. Jung. We've got some tricks.

We can just cut them off if they seem to be trouble.

Well, let's talk together if we have not the camera.

Who is this man on the picture?

- It's my husband. - A girl sitting next to?

It's me, so obvious.

Mrs. Lee. I told you that you should tell me everything,

otherwise I can not give you any helps.

The lady on this picture is definitely not you,

who is the lady?

Who is she?

- Wait, I'll drop this. - Who on the earth is she?

- It's my sister. You knew it. - You're twins, aren't you?

Your sister and husband were walking out of the hotel on this picture.

So what?

It says the date was very yesterday before the accident happened.

What do you mean by that?

Have you ever got nothing to do with the hit-and-run?

What?

Hold on, Mr. Jung.

Just everybody calm down, you sit down.

What you here, to investigate?

I've got them enough. Huh? You bastard.

Director, I don't want to do this anymore.

- Stop it. - Slow down, that's it.

I don't have to be here anymore,

there's no "EVP" at all.

The voice, I assume that Mrs. Lee'd make up for her

feelings of guilt about her sister.

What? Who do you think you are, you fucking wanker!

What the fuck do you know about it?

You twat! Who on earth say that I've killed them?

I've never said that you killed anyone.

What? hey you, don't... I mean it. You fucking wankers. I said stop it.

You dare to air these shits on you shows,

I'll kill you all if you do that.

Alright, I get it. I won't let it go on the air.

- Get out, get out of my house. - Turn it off.

- Now, you fucking benders. - Turn the fucking camera off.

- Get out. - Turn it off.

Get out of my house.

Here, have a cup of tea. Please.

This is a misery. I didn't expect this coming.

Are you still recording?

Look, when you record something, there's got to be red light. You see? it's off.

And the thing is I don't give shit to

the hit-and-run at all, we're not cops.

The only thing I care about is the sound.

I won't do it. I hate his look and the way he talks,

it's like he's investigating me. Did I do something wrong?

I won't do it.

Hold on, slow down, you're moving so fast.

I will cut off Mr. Jung out of my team,

and just our staff will remain and help you.

Boss.

You baster, don't you ever know "knock knock"

We've just caught it, check it out.

- What happened? - Silence.