Memories of Murder: Six Feet Under

They took him out to the shrubs where they could hide while doing such a dishonest deed. Being rather unintelligent, Kwang-Ho would obviously refrain from denying these allegations. They forced a shovel into his hands and told him to dig.

"Look at you..." Detective Cho Yong-gu utters with disgust. "Hey bastard, give me that! Can't you eve hold a shovel right? Here, watch me." He grabbed the shovel from Kwang-ho and continued to loosen the dirt of the cold, hard ground. He watched carefully, like a small child watching his mother do something exceptionally complicated.

"KWANG-HO! You punk. Did you come here to play?" Park Doo-Man strides over to Kwang-ho, arrogance overflowing from every pore on his sweaty body. Kwang-ho looks up, confused. "Do you know where this is?" Park asks, slapping the back of Kwang-ho's head. "We came here to bury you."

"What? Why? Why?!" Kwang-ho wails, even more flustered than before. Cho, still digging, at the now-frightened little boy. Park is becoming angrier as the moments pass. "Because you won't listen, you bastard."

Kwang-ho tries to avoid his fate. "But I'm a good boy!"

"THEN TELL ME!" Park interrupts. "Out here, in the fresh air, with that face..." Park grazes his fingers over Kwang-ho's burns. Kwang-ho cringes away. "Hey, come here. Women have this face, don't they? They grimace and all fucking run away."

Kwang-ho nods in vehement agreement. "It's true. I'll kill them all. Everyone who...grimaces at my face. I'll kill them all" Cho drops the shovel and pulls out a tape recorder, ecstatic over finally convincing this boy that he's the murderer. A sick smile spread across Kwang-ho's deformed face. In the distance, Detective Seo Tae-Yoon's attention has been captured.

Park pushes Cho away and greedily grabs the recorder. "Hyang-sook too?"

"Hyang-sook?" Kwang-ho look up, perplexed as he repeated the dead girl's name.

"Hyang-sook," Park clarified, "you always followed her around." Comprehension failed to dominate Kwang-ho's childlike face as he said, "Hyang-sook is pretty."

"Oh yeah, she's pretty. But Hyang-sook, she grimaced too, huh? She said "Fuck! Get away!" Didn't she? Because you liked her. So you killed her, huh?" Park continued on his triade, speaking quickly and giving away more information that was needed. The tape recorder continued to digitize their conversation. In a trance-like state, Kwang-ho murmured, "By the train tracks. In that rice paddy."

"The train tracks! RIGHT!" Park replied, coaxing Kwang-ho to continue. Seo and Cho stand idly by, listening in silence.

"Her throat. Hyang-sook's throat..." Kwang-ho began, "...strangled her tightly"

"With what?" Park interrupted.

"Her brassiere. With her white brassiere, strangled her tightly." Kwang-ho breathed out softly.

Park spoke to match the boy's tone. "And then?"

"Her stockings...pulled off her leg." Kwang-ho remained in his trance through Park's growing urgency.

"Then in was the stocking...THIS GUY'S SMART, HUH?" Park gets up and looks around at Cho and Seo, the latter watching with cool and reserved disbelief. "And then?"

"What...what was it? Something with a strap..." Kwang-ho scratched his head like some juvenile cartoon character. Coercing a satisfactory answer, Park replied, "A handbag strap?"

"Right, a bag strap. Strangling Hyang-sook's throat with it tightly." Kwang-ho imitated the morbid movements.

"And?"

"Then, Hyang-sook's body shook a bit. She looked completely dead."

"And then?"

"Her head was covered up." Kwang-ho smiled that sick smile once again.

"With what?"

"Her panties. Covered her head with her panties"

"Do you mean a girdle? That women wear?" Not having received the proper response to his previous question, Park had to rectify this business. Mimicking the the girdle girdle sliding over his head, Kwang-ho happily replied, "Right, girdle! Looked like it covered her head right up."

"And then?"

"Umm...had to dress her again," Kwang-ho said with certainty.

"And why was that?" Park inquired, anger slowly broiling again.

"I don't know. Put the clothes back on."

"Why was that?" Cho cut in, intent on solving this crime.

"How would I know?" Kwang-ho laughed. Park quickly got up and kicked Kwang-ho down. "YOU WERE DOING WELL! BASTARD! WHAT DID YOU DO NEXT?"

"Then...running!" Cho had started beating down the startled Kwang-ho.

"WHERE?"

"It was raining!" Was all he could manage to say. Seo, dissatisfied with this turn of events, started to walk away from his less than respectable colleagues.

"WHERE DID YOU RUN?" Cho screamed.

"Kept running!" Kwang-ho pled. Cho, very prone to violence, was absolutely livid.

"Oh, you little shit!"

"The lightning struck!" Kwang-ho cried in his defence.

"Where the hell were you running, you bastard!" Cho screamed again. Ending the fight, park ordered, "Yong-gu, start digging."