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[New Taipei City Courthouse] After 4 hours and 20 minutes

Wu Ji Rou, the daughter of the owner of Yaotai...

Wu Ji Rou is accused of having murdered her husband...

Her husband, the judo champion...

The murder of the judo champion

has been on trial for four hours.

After 15 minutes of recess

it's time for the closing arguments.

[She's guilty... So many holes in her story...]

[Her statement is full of contradictions.]

[What a big fat liar!]

The defense counsel claims he has crucial evidence.

And another eye-catcher

is Wu Ji Rou's lawyer and the prosecutor.

- Her lawyer is the undefeated... - Stop!

28-year-old legend Ke Zhen Yu.

See that?

If the murderer were the same height as the defendant

she would have hit the victim below the brainstem

not on the back of his head.

Objection!

Your Honor, the simulation is playing to the gallery.

And the promising young prosecutor is Mu Si Ming.

Counselor, you were not there.

How do you know the murderer was holding the lower half

of the trophy to kill the victim, instead of the top?

Of course, the murderer could have grabbed the top.

Let me do as the prosecutor has said.

I'll grab the top of the trophy.

See?

Based on the principle of the lever

it's not easy for a strong man like me to do it

never mind a young girl.

She wouldn't have been able to kill her husband like that.

The judicial circle is seeing this case

as one of the toughest battles ever.

[Meet Me @1006]

[Closing arguments] Let's hear the closing arguments

for the case of Wu Ji Rou

who is accused of murdering her husband.

The prosecutor accused Wu of murdering her husband

but the murder weapon was never found.

However, on December 19th

we found it in a bush at the foot of the mountain

1.8 kilometers away from the crime scene.

The victim, Jiang Cheng Hao, got this trophy

in the national judo championships seven years ago.

It had been in Jiang's living room.

The DNA has been washed off the trophy

but the forensic expert found

that it has a dent on the bottom edge that matches

the wound on the back of the victim's head.

So, according to the scientific evidence

we know that the trophy is the murder weapon.

And I have something more convincing.

After it was processed

we got a fingerprint from the trophy

which belongs to a gangster named Zhang Wu Xiong.

Zhang Wu Xiong is 181 centimeters tall.

It would have been easy for him to kill the victim like that.

Judging from the evidence

Zhang is more likely the murderer in this case.

When the defendant claimed gangsters killed her husband

it was an obvious fact.

Your Honor, it's clear

that Wu Ji Rou is not the murderer here

but a scapegoat created by the prosecutor

to play to the gallery.

She has been wronged.

Silence!

Prosecutor, what do you think of the evidence

that the counsel has presented?

Your Honor...

I think what the counsel claims to be the murder weapon...

may be fake.

Silence!

Prosecutor, that's a very serious accusation.

You don't need me to remind you of that.

I know, Your Honor.

But I think the counselor ignored something.

On December 17th

two days before he found the trophy in the bush

the so-called murderer, Zhang Wu Xiong

was killed in a gangster fight.

The defense counsel found the murder weapon

but he was killed in a fight two days earlier.

Don't you think it is a strange coincidence?

Objection!

Presumption of innocence can't be based on coincidence

and fake evidence can't be proven by it either.

Objection sustained.

Your argument must be supported by facts.

The photo that you're looking at

was taken by the forensics of the cabinet

in the victim's living room on November 8th

while the next one

was taken at the crime scene last night.

There's one trophy missing.

And coincidentally

it's what the counselor claimed to be the murder weapon.

We examined the trophy meticulously last night.

Here are the results.

Your Honor...

it doesn't match the metal chips

in the victim's skull.

This proves that the trophy isn't the murder weapon.

It's likely that the counsel sent someone

to steal it from the crime scene.

That's bullshit, Mu Si Ming!

How could I do that?

Please calm down, counsel.

Go on, prosecutor.

After the counselor stole the trophy

he sent someone to take the dead gangster's fingerprint...

and made his false evidence with it.

- What the hell? - That's horrible!

What are you talking about, Mu Si Ming?

I faked it?

- Do I look like a moron to you? - Silence!

Silence! Silence!

- Mr. Ke Zhen Yu... - Tell me!

You laid the snare, right?

I didn't think you could get

evidence right away.

They've wronged me.

It's unreasonable, Your Honor.

It's impossible that they decided to take another photo.

They've wronged me, Your Honor!

Don't worry, Ji Rou.

I'll get to the bottom of it.

Ke Zhen Yu, how could you do that to my sister?

And you told me that you had never lost any cases.

What now?

To me, you're an unprofessional clown in court.

Listen, you're fired.

Mr. Wu...

I showed you all the evidence.

I was also surprised that I lost the case.

By the way...

fabricating evidence has cost me my license.

So you don't have to fire me.

I'm off this case already.

Good. I'll get Ji Rou another lawyer now.

The defense counsel, Mr. Ke, tried to fabricate evidence to win this case.

What he did was not only illegal

but a shame to the legal system.

We'll get him to pay

and ask for a stiff sentence.

- Hello? - What the hell, Ke Zhen Yu?

How could you fabricate evidence?

Are you trying to ruin our law firm?

Or are you trying to kill me too?

De Feng...

what did you say when I made a profit for us?

You said that I was like the brother you never had.

Just say it. You want dissolution, right?

Fine. I'll quit tomorrow.

What?

You'll have to get a new signboard?

Fine. I'll pay for it, and everything else, okay?

Rest assured that I'll get the money.

I'll sell the house and pay for everything.

Anything else?

I don't need this bullshit.

I have to go.

Where do you want me to put this, sir? In your study?

Put it there. All the boxes go there.

Do you want me to put them in your room?

No, I'll be moving soon. I won't stay long.

Okay.

Excuse me. Can you stack them up properly?

- I want all the labels facing me. - Okay.

And stack up everything labeled “study” over here

and the rest over there.

Okay.

Stack up three boxes at most

no taller than my chest.

Will that do, sir?

I'll get some more boxes, okay?

Mr. Ke fabricated evidence.

Will you ask for jail time?

The defense counsel Mr. Ke tried to fabricate evidence to win this case.

What he did was not only illegal

but shameful to the legal system.

We'll get him to pay

and we will ask for a stiff sentence.

What a promising young prosecutor.

You're a bright star that's blinding me.

What?

Only half a bottle and I'm drunk?

Ghosts come when you're down on your luck.

I thought I saw one.

What the hell?

I have white hair?

I'm such a wreck.

See that?

Yeah, up ahead.

Is it really that big?

It's hilarious because it's big.

But I see some small ones.

You get the small ones.

The small ones? Okay.

Hey, you were an assistant in the law firm.

Why do you work in a cyber café?

What can I do?

Thanks to you

no law firm is going to hire me.

It's all right. My uncle needs my help.

I'm busting ghosts anyway. It suits me well.

Come on!

- Help me! - Get it!

But...

- Let's play it again. - What, again?

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I got rid of my mortgage and moved to a new place.

Some loving father bought the apartment for his son.

Plenty of cheap and delicious food around.

And I can take a walk in the park.

- And I had a revelation. - What?

Do you know what good a bad reputation does?

No one wants you.

No one wants you?

But you're a lawyer.

How do you make a living?

And what's with this lock of white hair?

Is it the new fashion?

By the way, have you found the fake informant?

No, he disappeared. I can't find him.

I think he's out of the country.

He fled.

Son of a bitch!

What a coincidence.

All my witnesses are gone.

Are you kidding me?

What are you looking at?

I can't do anything, can I?

I want to get you out of there too

but you don't belong in this rotten place.

Fine. I promise.

I'll move soon

and take you all with me.

Do I really have to be a psychic lawyer?

The killer was merciless.

The fatal wound was a cut on the neck

which is 8 centimeters deep.

To be honest, Miss

I don't want to know how you were killed.

The windpipe and carotid artery were cut

which caused the victim to die

from hemorrhagic shock.

Please. I don't want the details.

But why did the killer hate you so much?

The killer was refused again and again

- so he lost control in great anger. - I see.

The lovelorn are often sick.

The killer is still on the loose.

Now I know why her spirit is still here seeking help.

To hell with it!

Hey, Miss Ghost...

No, Miss, I...

I would like to help you, but not now

because they've revoked my license.

Listen, maybe Mu Si Ming can help you.

He's a promising young prosecutor.

I'll promise you with his life

that he'll do you justice.

Thank you. I'll take your silence as a yes. Well...

I'm feeling dizzy and weak, so...

I'm going to bed. Good night.

Good afternoon. I'm Cheng Jia Le.

This is ITV news.

Here's the latest news.

There has finally been a major breakthrough

in the month-long investigation

of the murder in Mt. Datun last month.

Yesterday the police declared that the prime suspect

is the victim's boyfriend, lead vocalist of the band IRON.

Okay. Lighting ready. Camera ready.

Talent, stand by. T minus three.

Hey, intern! Take this to the director.

I'm not an intern.

I'm a journalist.

And I'm Cheng Jia Le.

Hi, Chief.

It's lunch time.

What, already?

Well...

I've been here for a week, Chief.

But I've been running errands.

When will I do fieldwork?

Fieldwork?

You're...

Cheng Jia Le.

I know you. Yeah, I know you.

- The judo girl? - Yeah.

You want to do fieldwork?

Of course you can, but we're short-handed now.

There's no one free to train you.

You need a trainer, right?

Here's the deal.

I have some magazines over there

and some newspapers in that box.

Go over those

and look for any useful material.

Pick it out

and maybe you'll have some in-depth coverage.

- Can you do that? - Yeah.

- Okay? - Okay.

- Just take it slow. - Okay.

But don't forget to put them back

because they need to be recycled.

Someone will come and get them. Okay?

Pick them out.

- Hi, Yen. - How's it going, Wen?

- You can't trust female journalists. - What's wrong?

They quit after getting married.

And they don't want to do the dangerous fieldwork

when they're pregnant.

What am I going to do?

What dangerous fieldwork?

So they all ran away?

Yeah, and some news is history now.

What can I do?

I had appointments. Do I have to go by myself?

You won't go by yourself.

No. I'll get you someone.

Calm down. I have someone.

Hey, Yi Tong.

It's time for you to return a favor.

But I have a meeting. I have to go.

- You have a meeting? - Yeah, it's short notice.

Short notice?

What a coincidence!

I'll do it.

- Okay. - No.

Yes.

Why not?

Be it a distressed area or a crime scene

or even a gangster's funeral

I'll go wherever is dangerous.

But Yen, you know me.

I'm not training a rookie.

- But... - Especially a girl.

Don't have be prejudiced.

You need to adapt.

Don't look down on Jia Yi.

Jia Yi is a judo girl. Maybe she can protect you.

You moron!

I can do it, Wen.

And I'm Cheng Jia Le.

Okay? That's it. Let's do it.

She'll do.

All right, Jia Yi? Let's do it.

Yeah. No problem.

They've had a major breakthrough

in the murder of the judo champion.

The defense counsel, the undefeated lawyer Ke Zhen Yu

is very likely to be prosecuted

- Hi, ma'am. - for fabricating evidence.

Hi. How can I help you?

If he's proven to be guilty as charged

they'll be asking for at least a seven-year sentence

according to the penal code.

The robber, a 59 year-old man...

I want noodles, to stay.

Here are your noodles.

Chili sauce.

Chili oil.

Listen...

conscience is what matters to us.

It's on me. Don't come here again.

Wait!

I want cucumber salad and bean sprouts.

The braised tripe looks yummy. I want some. Thank you.

I'm starving.

A serving of braised tripe!

How much?

Didn't I tell you it's on me?

You're the owner here

but I insist on paying you.

Everything you have here is delicious.

I'll come back soon. Keep the change.

Come on! Have faith! Good!

Come on!

Go up!

Firm grasps! Or you'll hurt yourselves!

Don't use your legs! Come on!

Get down! Again!

Okay?

Good. And you too. Again.

Come on!

What's wrong?

You don't look good. What is it?

Nothing.

No, I'm fine.

I've known you since you were little. Don't lie to me.

But I'm fine.

Everything's fine at work.

And Chief's been nice to me.

And...

I have a partner named Wen. He's a photographer.

- I'm doing fieldwork now. - Really?

Well, how's your new place?

Do you want me to have a look?

No.

Remember? I'm a judo black belt.

What's the matter?

I don't think I can get used to it.

Since you told me that you were going to work in Taipei

it's been quiet here. It feels like...

something's missing.

Stop beating around the bush. Just say I'm nagging.

I'll come back here when I'm free

to be your assistant trainer.

How's that? I get to earn some extra money.

No, you can't.

Why not?

Your father used to tell us it's the heart that counts.

Not only in judo, but in everything.

It's the heart that counts.

Physicality and techniques come next.

You've been dreaming of being a journalist.

This is your big chance.

Don't miss it. Try to do your best.

Jia Le...

what I'm trying to tell you

is that whenever you're in trouble

you're welcome to come back here.

It's your home.

And we're all your family. Understand?

It's okay if you need money. I'll lend you some.

Okay.

Yeah.

All right then.

Pack your stuff.

This is the hot spring that caused an allergic reaction

and some skin problems.

I'll try it personally

and see if it's true or not.

Who's that?

Don't you have anything better to do?

Jia Le, you're a real journalist now.

Why didn't you tell us?

Yeah.

Jia Le, I didn't know you could be sexy.

What? Watch me.

"I'm Cheng Jia Le. I'll try it personally."

"This is the hot spring that caused an allergic reaction"

"and some skin problems."

"Now we're going to..."

She's really upset.

What are you doing, Cheng Jia Le?

What?

You can't even defeat me. How are you going to win?

You need to be great in those international matches.

Yeah, and you're the best.

- Enough! - Leave me alone!

You're good at judo, and now?

You're a showcase journalist.

What are you talking about?

It's the truth.

This is your dad's gym.

And you're the talented one here.

Does being a showcase journalist make you happy?

He doesn't mean it, Jia Le.

I do mean it!

Your dad wanted you

to be a judo champion.

He never thought that you'd be a journalist.

We're doing our best here.

We don't need an outsider's opinions.

Is that how you think of me?

Yeah, I'm a rookie.

And that's all I can do.

But I do my best whenever I have a chance.

Don't eat instant noodles anymore.

Weight control is important for a judo athlete.

Here is some low calorie food for everyone.

Keep away from greasy food.

I'll be busy. I won't have time for you.

Good luck with the matches.

Jia Le!

It's for you.

[Good luck!]

Can't you shut your big mouth?

Good job on the hot spring news, Jia Yi.

Our ratings will be great. Keep up the good job.

I know you can do it.

I'm Jia Le.

Dad?

Do you think I should stay in judo?

But I really want to be a journalist

to change people's lives.

Is that wrong?

In the trial of the sensational judo champion murder

the defense counsel, Ke Zhen Yu

claimed to have found the murder weapon.

But the prosecutor accused him of fabricating evidence.

He was fired by the defense's family.

And if he's proven to be guilty, he'll lose...

I'll go to bed now, lest I see a ghost again.

Land Gods...

Guanyin, Buddha...

Jesus Christ...

He broken in with a bottle of wine?

Bastard!

It's dirty!

I need alcohol.

Are you out of your mind?

You can't get an erection in a situation like this.

Are you that lusty?

I'll kill you!

Open the door!

You pervert!

Open it!

- Are you a man or what? - Lord, please...

Are you a man or what? Open it!

I'll kill you! Open the door!

Open it!

You can't scare me!

Open the door!

Open it!

Go away, bad spirits!

She's around 25 or 26.

A short girl.

She's slim with blond skin and big eyes.

Her hair is short.

Have you had a tenant like that?

- No, I don't know her. - Maybe she's really a ghost?

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