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-Todd. -Leave him be.
The death of Neil Perry is a tragedy.
He was a fine student. One of Welton's best.
And he will be missed.
We've contacted each of your parents to explain the situation. | - ํ ๋ - ๋ด๋ฒ๋ ค ๋ฌ
๋ ํ๋ฆฌ์ ์ฃฝ์์ ๋น๊ทน์ด๋ค
๊ทธ๋ ํ๋ฅญํ ํ์์ด์์ผ๋ฉฐ ์ฐํผ์ ์ฐ์ํ ์ธ์ฌ์๋ค
๊ทธ๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ์ธ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค
๋ถ๋ชจ๋๋ค์๊ฒ ์ฐ๋ฝํด์ ์ํฉ์ ์ค๋ช
ํด ๋๋ ธ๋ค |
Naturally, they're all quite concerned.
At the request of Neil's family,
I intend to conduct a thorough enquiry into this matter.
Your complete cooperation is expected. | ๋ถ๋ชจ๋๋ค์ด ๊ฑฑ์ ์ ํ์๋ ๊ฒ๋ ๋น์ฐํ๋ค
๋ ๊ฐ์กฑ์ ์์ฒญ์ ๋ฐ๋ผ
๋๋ ์ด ๋ฌธ์ ์ ๊ดํด ์ฒ ์ ํ ์กฐ์ฌํ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค
์ฌ๋ฌ๋ถ ๋ชจ๋ ๋ค ํ์กฐํ๊ธธ ๋ฐ๋๋ค |
-You told him about this meeting? -Twice. That's it, guys. We're all fried.
How do you mean? Cameron's a fink. He's in Nolan's office right now, finking. | ๋ชจ์์ ๋ํด ๊ฑํํ
๋งํ์ง? - ๋ ๋ฒ - ์ด์ ์ฐ๋ฆฐ ์์ด์ด์ผ
๋ฌด์จ ๋ป์ด์ผ? ์บ๋จธ๋ฐ์ ๋ฐ๊ณ ์์ผ ์ง๊ธ ๊ต์ฅ์ค์์ ๋ค ๋ถ๊ณ ์์ด |
About what?
The club, Pittsie. Think about it.
The board of directors, the trustees and Mr. Nolan.
Do you think for one moment they're gonna let this thing just blow over? | ๋ญ ๋ง์ด์ผ?
ํด๋ฝ์ด์ง, ์๊ฐํด ๋ด
๊ต์ก์์ํ์ ์ด์ฌํ ๊ต์ฅ ์ ์๋
๊ทธ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ด ์ด ๋ฌธ์ ๋ฅผ ๊ทธ๋ฅ ์ง๋์น ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์? |
Schools go down because of things like this.
They need a scapegoat.
What's going on, guys? You finked, didn't you, Cameron?
Finked? I don't know what you're talking about. | ์ด๋ฐ ๋ฌธ์ ๊ฐ ์๊ธฐ๋ฉด ํ๊ต ์์ ์ด ๋จ์ด์ง๋ค๊ณ
๊ทธ๋์ ํฌ์์์ด ํ์ํ ๊ฑฐ์ผ
์ฌ๊ธฐ์ ๋ญฃ๋ค ํ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ? ๋ค ๊ณ ์์งํ์ง, ์บ๋จธ๋ฐ?
๊ณ ์์ง? ๋๋์ฒด ๋ฌด์จ ์๋ฆด ํ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ? |
You told Nolan everything about the club is what I'm talking about.
Look, in case you hadn't heard, Dalton, there's something called an honor code at this school, all right? | ๋ด๊ฐ ํด๋ฝ ์๊ธฐ ํด์ค ๊ฑฐ ๊ต์ฅ ์ ์๋๊ป ๋ค ๋งํ์์
๊ธ์, ๋ ์ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๋ ๋ชจ์์ธ๋ฐ ์ด ํ๊ต์๋ ๋ช
์์ ๊ท์น์ด๋ผ๋ ๊ฒ ์์ด, ์์? |
If a teacher asks you a question, you tell the truth or you're expelled.
He's a rat! He's in it up to his eyes, so he ratted to save himself.
Don't touch him. You do, and you're out. -I'm out anyway. -You don't know that, not yet. | ์ ์๋์ด ๋ฌผ์ด๋ณด๋ฉด ์ฌ์ค๋๋ก ๋งํด์ผ ํด, ์ ๊ทธ๋ผ ํดํ๋นํด
๋ฐ๊ณ ์! ์ ํผ์ ์ด์๊ณ ๊ณ ์์ง์ ํด?
- ์ฐฐ๋ฆฌ! ์ด๋ฌ๋ฉด ๋ชจ๋ ํดํ์ด์ผ - ์ด์ฐจํผ ํดํ๋นํ ๊ฑฐ์ผ ์์ง ๋ชจ๋ฅด์์! |
He's right there, Charlie.
And if you guys are smart, you will do exactly what I did and cooperate.
They're not after us. We're the victims. Us and Neil.
What's that mean? Who are they after? | ๋ง ์ํ์ด, ์ฐฐ๋ฆฌ
๋ํฌ๋ค์ด ๋๋ํ๋ค๋ฉด ๋ด๊ฐ ํ ๋๋ก ๋๊ฐ์ด ํ์กฐํ ๊ฑธ
๊ทธ๋ค์ ์ฐ๋ฆด ๋ฒํ๋ ๊ฒ ์๋ ์ฐ๋ฆฐ ํฌ์์์ผ, ๋๊ณผ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๋ชจ๋
๋ฌด์จ ๋ง์ด์ง? ๊ทธ๋ผ ๋๊ตด ๋ฒํ๋จ ๋ง์ด์ผ? |
Mr. Keating responsible for Neil?
Is that what they're saying? Well, who else do you think, dumb-ass?
The administration? Mr. Perry?
Mr. Keating put us up to all this crap, didn't he?
If it wasn't for Mr. Keating, Neil would be cozied up in his room right now studying his chemistry and dreaming of being... | ํคํ
์ ์๋์ด ๋์ ๋ํด ์ฑ
์์ ์ง๋ค๊ณ ?
๊ทธ๋ ๋จ ๋ง์ด์ผ? ๊ทธ๋ผ ๋๊ตฌ๋ผ๊ณ ์๊ฐํด ์ด ๋ฉ์ฒญ์ด์ผ?
์ด์ฌํ์ผ? ์๋๋ฉด ๋ ์๋ฒ์ง?
ํคํ
์ ์๋์ด ๋ชจ๋ ์ด ์ง๊ฒฝ์ผ๋ก ๋ง๋ ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๊ณ
๋์ ์ง๊ธ์ฏค ์๊ธฐ ๋ฐฉ์์ ํํ ๊ณต๋ถ ํ๋ฉด์ ์์ฌ๊ฐ ๋ ๊ฟ์ ๊พธ๊ณ ์์ ๊ฑฐ์ผ |
That is not true, Cameron. You know that.
Believe what you want, but I say let Keating fry.
I mean, why ruin our lives?
Charlie. You dummy. Charlie. | ๊ทธ๋ ์ง ์์, ์บ๋จธ๋ฐ
์ข์ ๋๋ก ์๊ฐํด ๋ ํคํ
์ ์๋์ ๊ดด๋กญ๊ฒ ํด์ค ๊ฑฐ์ผ
์ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์ธ์์ ๋ง์ณ ๋์ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?
์ง์ ํด, ์ฐฐ๋ฆฌ! |
You just signed your expulsion papers, Nuwanda.
And if the rest of you are smart, you'll do exactly what I did!
You can't save Keating, but you can save yourselves. | ๋ ์ง๊ธ ํดํ ์๋ฅ์ '๋์๋ค'๋ผ๊ณ ์๋ช
ํ ๊ฑฐ์ผ
๋๋จธ์ง ์ ๋ค๋ ๋๋ํ๋ค๋ฉด ๋ด๊ฐ ํ ๊ทธ๋๋ก ํด์ผ ํด
ํ์ง๋ง ๋ํฌ๋ ๊ตฌ์ ๋ฐ์ ์ ์์ด |
Knox Overstreet.
-Meeks. - Go away, I have to study.
-What happened to Nuwanda? - Expelled.
What'd you tell them? Nothing they didn't already know.
Todd Anderson.
-Hello, son. -Hello, darling.
Have a seat, Mr. Anderson.
Mr. Anderson, I think we've pretty well put together what's happened here. | ๋
น์ค ์ค๋ฒ์คํธ๋ฆฌํธ
- ๋ฏน์ค - ์ ๋ฆฌ ๊ฐ, ๋ ๊ณต๋ถํด์ผ ํด
- ๋์๋ค๋ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ๋์ด? - ํดํ๋นํ์ด
๋ญ๋ผ๊ณ ํ์ด? ์๋ฌด๊ฒ๋, ์ด๋ฏธ ๋ค ์๊ณ ์๋๊ฑธ
ํ ๋ ์ค๋์จ
- ์ ์์๋ - ์ ์์๋
์๋ฆฌ์ ์๊ฒ, ์ค๋์จ ๊ตฐ
์ค๋์จ ๊ตฐ, ์ฐ๋ฆฐ ์ด๋ค ์ผ์ด ์์๋์ง ์ด๋ฏธ ๋ค ์๊ณ ์๋ค |
You do admit to being a part of this Dead Poets Society?
Answer him, Todd.
Yes, sir.
I have here a detailed description of what occurred at your meetings. | ์๋ค๋ ์ฃฝ์ ์์ธ์ ์ฌํ ์ผ์์ด๋ผ๋ ๊ฑธ ์ธ์ ํ๋?
ํ ๋, ๋๋ตํด
๋ค, ๊ทธ๋ ์ต๋๋ค
์ฌ๊ธฐ ์๋ค๋ค ๋ชจ์์์ ๋ฌด์จ ์ผ์ด ์์๋์ง ์์ธํ๊ฒ ์ ์ด ๋์ ์๋ฅ๊ฐ ์๋ค |
It describes how your teacher, Mr. Keating, encouraged you boys to organize this club and to use it as a source of inspiration for reckless and self-indulgent behavior. | ๊ทธ๋์ ์๋ค๋ค์ด ๋ฌด๋ชจํ๊ณ ์ ๋ฉ๋๋ก ํ๋์ ํ๋๋ก ํ๊ฒ ๋ง๋ค์๋์ง ๋ค ์ฐ์ฌ ์๋ค |
It was Mr. Keating's blatant abuse of his position as teacher that led directly to Neil Perry's death.
Read that document carefully, Todd. Very carefully.
If you've nothing to add or amend, sign it. | ํคํ
์ ์์ ์ ์์ผ๋ก์์ ์ง๊ถ์ ๋จ์ฉํด์ ๋ ํ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ฃฝ์์ผ๋ก ๋ชฐ์๋ฃ์๋ค
์๋ฅ๋ฅผ ์ ์คํ๊ฒ ์ฝ์ด๋ด๋ผ ํ ๋, ์ ์คํ๊ฒ
๋ด์ฉ์ด ๊ทธ๋๋ก ๋ง๋๋ค๋ฉด ์ฌ์ธํด๋ผ |
What's gonna happen to Mr. Keating?
I've had enough. Sign the paper, Todd.
Grass is garment or herbal.
Lapis is stone. The entire building is aedificium. | ๊ทธ๋ผ, ํคํ
์ ์๋์ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ๋๋ ๊ฑฐ์ฃ ?
๋๋ค, ์ด์ ์๋ฅ์ ์๋ช
ํด๋ผ ํ ๋
ํ์ '๊ทธ๋ผ๋ฉ' ๋๋ 'ํ๋ฐ'์ด๊ณ
'๋ผํผ์ค'๋ ๋์ด๋ค ๊ฑด๋ฌผ์ '์์ด๋ํผ์์'์ด๋ค |
Sit.
I'll be teaching this class through exams.
We'll find a permanent English teacher during the break.
Who will tell me where you are in the Pritchard textbook? | ์์๋ผ
์ํ ๋๊น์ง ๋ด๊ฐ ์ด ๋ฐ์ ๋งก์ ๊ฐ๋ฅด์น ๊ฒ์ด๋ค
๊ทธ๋์ ์๋ก์ด ์์ด ์ ์๋์ ์ฐพ์ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค
๋๊ฐ ํ๋ฆฌ์ฒ๋ ๊ต๊ณผ์ ์ง๋๊ฐ ์ด๋๊น์ง ๊ฐ๋์ง ๋งํด์ฃผ๊ฒ ๋? |
Mr. Anderson. In the... In the Pr... I can't hear you, Mr. Anderson. In the Pritchard?
What about the realists? I believe we skipped most of that, sir. | ์ค๋์จ ๊ตฐ? ์ด, ์ ๊ธฐ ์ ๋ค๋ฆฐ๋ค, ์ค๋์จ ๊ตฐ ์ ๊ธฐ, ํ๋ฆฌ์ฒ๋์?
์ฌ์ค์ฃผ์๋ ์ด๋ค๊ฐ? ๋๋ถ๋ถ์ ๊ฑด๋๋ฐ์์ต๋๋ค |
All right, then. We'll start over. What is poetry?
Come.
Excuse me. I came for my personals.
Should I come back after class? Get them now, Mr. Keating.
Gentlemen, turn to page 21 of the introduction.
That page has been ripped out, sir. | ์ข๋ค, ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ฉด ์ฒ์๋ถํฐ ์์ํ๊ฒ ๋ค, ์๋ ๋ฌด์์ธ๊ฐ?
๋ค์ด์ค์์ค
์ฃ์กํฉ๋๋ค, ์ ๋ฌผ๊ฑด์ ๊ฐ์ง๋ฌ ์์ต๋๋ค
์์
๋๋ ํ์ ๋ค์ ์ฌ๊น์? ์ง๊ธ ๊ฐ์ ธ๊ฐ์์ค, ํคํ
์ ์
์ฌ๋ฌ๋ถ, ์๋ฌธ 21ํ์ด์ง๋ฅผ ํด๋๋ก
๊ทธ ํ์ด์ง๋ ์ฐข์ด๋ฒ๋ ธ๋๋ฐ์ |
Well, borrow somebody else's book. They're all ripped out, sir.
What do you mean, they're all ripped out?
Sir, we... Never mind.
Read.
"Understanding Poetry, by Dr. J. Evans Pritchard, Ph.D.
To fully understand poetry, we must first be fluent with its meter, rhyme and figures of speech, then ask two questions. | ๊ทธ๋ผ ๋ค๋ฅธ ํ์ ์ฑ
์ ๋น๋ ค๋ผ ์ ํฌ ๋ชจ๋ ์ฐข์ด๋ฒ๋ ธ์ต๋๋ค
์๋ ๋ฌด์จ ๋ง์ด์ผ? ๋ชจ๋ ์ฐข์ด๋ฒ๋ ธ๋ค๋?
์ ์๋, ์ ํฌ๋... ๋๋ค
์ฝ์ด๋ผ
'์์ ์ดํด' ์๋ฒ์ค ํ๋ฆฌ์ฒ๋ ๋ฌธํ๋ฐ์ฌ ์
'์ด์จ, ์์กฐ, ๋น์ ๋ฅผ ์ดํดํ๋ผ' '๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ 2๊ฐ์ง ์ง๋ฌธ์ ํ๋ผ' |
How artfully has the objective of the poem been rendered?
How important is that objective?
Question one rates the poem's perfection. Question two rates its importance.
And once these questions have been answered, determining the poem's greatness becomes a relatively simple matter.
"If the poem's score for perfection is plotted on the horizontal of a graph..." | '์ฒซ์งธ, ๋์์ ์์ ์ ํํ๋'
'๋ ๋ฒ์งธ, ๋์์ ์ค์๋์ด๋ค'
'์ฒซ์งธ๋ ์์ ์์ฑ๋ ์ธก์ ์ด๋ฉฐ' '๋ ๋ฒ์งธ๋ ์ค์๋์ ํ๋จ์ด๋ค'
'์ด ๋ ์ง๋ฌธ์ ๋ํ ๋ต์ด ๋์ค๋ฉด' '์์ ์๋ํจ์ด ์ฝ๊ฒ ํ๋ณ๋๋ค'
'์์ ์์ฑ๋๋ฅผ ๊ฐ๋ก์ถ์ ๋๊ณ ์ค์๋๋ฅผ...' |
Mr. Keating, they made everybody sign it. Quiet, Mr. Anderson.
You gotta believe me, it's true.
I do believe you, Todd. Leave, Mr. Keating.
But it wasn't his fault. Sit down, Mr. Anderson. | ํคํ
์ ์๋! ๊ทธ๋ค์ด ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋๋ฌ ์๋ช
ํ๋ผ๊ณ ์ํจ ๊ฑฐ์์!
์ ๋ฐ ์ ๋ง์ ๋ฏฟ์ด์ฃผ์ธ์ ์ฌ์ค์ด์์
๊ทธ๋, ๋ ๋ฏฟ๋๋ค, ํ ๋ ๋๊ฐ์์ค, ํคํ
์ ์
ํ์ง๋ง ํคํ
์ ์๋ ์๋ชป์ด ์๋์์ |
One more outburst from you or anyone else, and you're out of this school.
Leave, Mr. Keating.
I said leave, Mr. Keating.
O Captain! My Captain!
Sit down, Mr. Anderson.
Do you hear me? Sit down. Sit down. | ๋๊ตฌ๋ ์ง ํ ๋ฒ๋ง ๋ ์๋ฆฌ์น๋ฉด ๋ชจ๋ ํดํ์์ผ ๋ฒ๋ฆฌ๊ฒ ๋ค
์ด์ ๋๊ฐ์์ค, ํคํ
์ ์
๋๊ฐ๋ผ๊ณ ํ์์
์ค, ์บกํด, ๋ง์ด ์บกํด
์๋ฆฌ์ ์์๋ผ, ์ค๋์จ ๊ตฐ
์ ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋? ์์๋ผ, ์ด์ ์์ |
This is your final warning, Anderson. How dare you?
Do you hear me?
O Captain! My Captain!
Mr. Overstreet, I warn you. Sit down.
Sit down. Sit down. All of you. I want you seated. Sit down. | ๋ง์ง๋ง์ผ๋ก ๊ฒฝ๊ณ ํ๋ค! ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ๊ฐํ!
์ ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋?
์ค, ์บกํด, ๋ง์ด ์บกํด
์ค๋ฒ์คํธ๋ฆฌํธ ๊ตฐ, ์ด์ ์์๋ผ
์์, ์์ผ๋ผ๋๊น ๋ํฌ๋ค ๋ชจ๋ ์๋ฆฌ์ ์์ ์ด์ ์์ |
Leave, Mr. Keating.
All of you, down. I want you seated. Do you hear me?
Sit down.
Remember when they let airlines land in this town?
Yeah. Well, I don't understand where we're going... | ์ด์ ๋๊ฐ์์ค, ํคํ
์ ์
๋ํฌ๋ค ๋ชจ๋ ์์ ์ ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋?
์์ผ๋ผ๋๊น
์ฌ๊ฐ๊ธฐ๊ฐ ์ฌ๊ธฐ์ ์ฐฉ๋ฅํ๋ ๊ฑฐ ๊ธฐ์ต๋?
๊ทธ๋ฐ๋ฐ ๋์ฒด ์ด๋๋ก ๊ฐ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ? |
...or why we're bothering anyhow.
-You're doing a good deed. -Wanna give us a better reason?
A maniac hijacked a municipal bus with 30 passengers on it. | ์ ์ด ์ง์ ํด์ผ ํ์ง?
- ์ข์ ์ผ์ ํ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ - ๊ทธ๋ด ์ด์ ๋ผ๋ ์์?
์ ๋ฏธ์น๋์ด ์น๊ฐ 30๋ช
์ ์ธ์ง๋ก ์ก์ ๊ฒ ๊ทธ ์ด์ ์ |
I got a hunch where those passengers are and who that maniac is.
You wanna share it with us?
Phoenix. Simon Phoenix.
Send a maniac to catch one. | ํ์ ๊ทธ ๋ฏธ์น๋์ด ์๋ ๊ณณ์ ์น๊ฐ์ด ์์ ๊ฑฐ์ผ
๋๊ตฌ ์ง์ด์ค?
ํผ๋์ค, ์ฌ์ด๋จผ ํผ๋์ค
๋ฏธ์น๋์ ๋ฏธ์น๋์ด ์ก์์ผ์ง |
Phoenix!
Don't move, Phoenix.
You're under arrest.
Ha-ha-ha. Arrest? Shit.
And you're trespassing.
Where are the passengers?
Oh, yes, the passengers. | ํผ๋์ค!
๊ผผ์ง ๋ง, ํผ๋์ค
๋ ์ฒดํฌํ๊ฒ ๋ค
์ฒดํฌ๋ผ๊ณ ? ์๊ธฐ๋๊ตฐ
๋ฌด๋จ ์นจ์
ํ ๊ฑด ๋์ผ
์น๊ฐ๋ค์ ์ด๋ ์์ง?
์น๊ฐ๋ค ๋ง์ด์ง |
Well, they're, uh....
Fuck you. The passengers are gone. Ha-ha-ha.
Postmen figured it out...
...policemen figured it out.
But the goddamn bus drivers just wouldn't listen. | ๊ธ์... ๊ทธ๋ค์ด...
์๊ธฐ์ง ๋ง ๊ทธ๋ค์ ๋ค ์ฃฝ์์ด
์ฐ์ฒด๋ถ๋ ์์๋๊ณ
๊ฒฝ์ฐฐ๋ ์์๋๋๋ฐ
๊ทธ ์ด์ ์ฌ๊ฐ ๋ง์ ์ ๋ฃ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ |
Last time, Phoenix.
Where are the hostages? To hell with the hostages. This is between you and me.
-Yeah. -What? What?
What you got, soldier boy? Do something.
Go ahead. Ha-ha-ha.
You're up to your ass in gasoline. | ๋ง์ง๋ง์ด์ผ, ํผ๋์ค
์ธ์ง๋ค์ ์ด๋ ์์ง? ์ธ์ง๋ค์ ๋ญ ํ๊ฒ? ์ด๊ฑด ๋์ ๋์ ๋ฌธ์ ์ผ
- ๊ทธ๋ - ์! ๋ญ!
๊ตฐ์ธ ์์ ์จ? ํด ๋ณผ ํ
๋ฉด ํด ๋ด
์๋ผ๊ณ
์์ ์ฒ์ง๋๊น... |
Set your ass on fire.
Is it cold in here?
Or is it just me?
Where are they, Phoenix? Now, where did I put them? Ha.
I swear, I'd lose my head if it wasn't attached. | ๋ถ๋ฐ๋ค๊ฐ ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ
์ฌ๊ธฐ ์ถฅ์ง ์์?
๋๋ง ๊ทธ๋ฐ๊ฐ?
์ธ์ง๋ค ์ด๋ ์์ง? ์ด๋๋ค ๋๋๋ผ?
๋ ๋ด ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ชป ์ฑ๊ธฐ๋ ๋์ด๋ผ |
I'll keep that in mind.
Damn it, John, I'm tired of this Demolition Man shit.
You were not supposed to come down here.
...or blow anything up! | ๊ทธ ๋ง ์๊ฒจ๋์ง
์กด, ๋ ์๋ค๊ฐ ์ง๊ธ์ง๊ธํ๋ค
์๋จ ์ฌ๊ธธ ํญํํ์ด
์ฌ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ ๋ ค ๋ณด๋ด๋ค๋ ๋ง์ด์ผ |
It's not me. He dumped the gas and rigged the place to blow.
You had nothing to do with it.
I know you've tried to nail this psycho for two years.
-Where are the hostages? -Not here. | ๋ด ํ์ด ์๋์ค ๊ทธ๊ฐ ์์ ๋ก ๋ถ์ ์ง๋ ์
์ด์ฉ ์ ์์๋ค๋ ๊ฑฐ์ง
2๋
๋์ ์ด๋์ ์ก์ผ๋ ค ํ ๊ฑด ์์ง๋ง
- ์ธ์ง์ ์ด๋ ์์ง? - ์ฌ๊ธด ์์ด์ |
-What do you mean? -He must've stashed them someplace else.
Are you sure they weren't in there?
Wrong again!
You got something to say? Ha-ha-ha. | - ์ฌ๊ธฐ ์๋ค๋? - ๋ค๋ฅธ ๊ณณ์ ์๊ฒ ์ฃ
์ฌ๊ธฐ์ ์๋์ง ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ์์?
์๋ ๊ทธ๋ฌ๊ฒ ๋ค
๋ฌด์จ ํ ๋ง ์์ด? |
Over here. There are bodies everywhere.
See that? I told him. He said he didn't care.
We'll spend a lot of quality time together. See you, sweetie! Honey! Sugar! | ์ ๊ธฐ์ ์์ฒด๊ฐ ์์ด์
๋ด๊ฐ ๋งํ์ฃ ? ์ ์๋ ๊ด์ฌ๋ ์์์
์ฐ๋ฆฐ ์ฆ๊ฑฐ์ด ์๊ฐ์ ๊ฐ์ด ๋ณด๋ผ ๊ฑฐ์ผ ์๊ธฐ! ๋์ค์ ๋ด ์ฌ๋ณด! ๋น์ ! |
You got a lawyer, you better call him.
John Spartan, you've done great deeds for the city of Los Angeles.
Skip it.
You've been sentenced to... ...70 years' sub-zero rehabilitation in the California Cryo-Penitentiary... | ์๋ ๋ณํธ์ฌ๋ผ๋ ์๋?
์กด ์คํ๋ฅดํ LA์์ ๊ต์ฅํ ์ผ์ ํ๊ตฐ
์ง์ด์ณ์
์คํ๋ฅดํ ๊ฒฝ์ฌ 70๋
๊ฐ ๋๋ ์ฌํ ๊ฐ์ฅ์์ ๋ณต์ญํ ๊ฒ์ ์๋ฆฐ๋ค |
...for the involuntary manslaughter of 30 innocent civilians.
Skip it.
You'll be placed in cryostasis for the duration of your sentence...
You'll be eligible for parole no earlier than the year 2046. | 30๋ช
์ ๋ฌด๊ณ ํ ์๋ฏผ์ ๊ณผ์ค ์น์ฌํ ํ์์ด๋ค
๊ทธ๋งํ์์ค
ํ๊ธฐ ๋์ ๋๋์ํ๋ก ์์ผ๋ฉฐ
2046๋
๊น์ง ๊ฐ์๋ฐฉ์ด ํ์ฉ๋์ง ์๋๋ค |
I'm sorry, sergeant.
...will take place at 0715.
Warden William Smithers, report to Level A conference room.
Mellow greetings, Warden William Smithers.
Be well, Lieutenant Lenina Huxley.
As it is a beautiful Monday morning... ...and as my duty log irrationally requires it...
...I'm hereby querying you on the prison population update. | ์ ๊ฐ์ด๋ค, ๊ฒฝ์ฌ
7์ 50๋ถ์ ์์ต๋๋ค
์๋ฆฌ์ ์ค๋ฏธ๋์ค ์์ฅ๋ A์ธต ํ์์ค๋ก ์์ฃผ์ญ์์ค
์๋
ํ์ธ์ ์๋ฆฌ์ ์ค๋ฏธ๋์ค ์์ฅ๋
์๋
ํ์ ๊ฐ ๋ ๋๋ ํ์ฌ๋ฆฌ ๊ฒฝ์
์๋ฆ๋ค์ด ์์์ผ ์์นจ์ด๊ณ ๋ ์ ์ผ์ด๊ธฐ๋ ํด์
์ฃ์ ๊ทผํฉ์ ๋ฌผ์ด๋ณด๋ ค๊ณ ์ ํํ์ด์ |
Does the tedium continue?
Your questioning is as amusing as it is irrelevant.
The prisoners are ice cubes. They never move.
I find this lack of stimulus to be truly disappointing. Don't you think? I try not to. However, you're young. Think all you want.
Things don't happen anymore. We've taken care of all that. | ์ฌ์ ํ ๋ฐ๋ถํ๊ฒ ์ฃ ?
๋น์ ์ง๋ฌธ์ ์ฌ๋ฏธ์์ง๋ง ๋ณ ์๊ด์ด ์์
์ฃ์๋ค์ ๋๋ ๊ฐ์ฅ์ ์์ ์์ง์ด์ง ๋ชปํ์ฃ
์ด๋ ๊ฒ ์๋ฌด ์ผ์ด ์๋ค๋ ์ฐธ ์ค๋ง์ค๋ฝ๋ค์, ๊ทธ๋ ์ฃ ? ๋น์ ์ ์ ์ผ๋ ์ข์ ๋๋ก ์๊ฐํ์์ค
ํฐ์ผ์ ์ด์ ์์ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์์์ ์ฒ๋ฆฌํ๋๊น |
I'll Fiber Op you back after the parole hearings.
Have a peachy day, lieutenant. Be well.
Be well.
Vector 137. Upcoming, Santa Monica Boulevard.
Retina coding accepted, Warden William Smithers. Be well. | ๊ฐ์๋ฐฉ ํ์๊ฐ ๋๋ ๋ค ์ ํํ๊ฒ ์
์ฆ๊ฒ๊ฒ ๋ณด๋ด์์ค, ๊ฒฝ์
๊ทธ๋ผ ๋ค
๋ฒกํฐ 137 ์ ๋ฐฉ์ ์ํ๋ชจ๋์นด ๋๋ก
๋ง๋ง ๊ธฐ๋ก ํ์ธ, ์๋ฆฌ์ ์ค๋ฏธ๋์ค ์์ฅ๋, ์๋
ํ์ธ์ |
Go on.
Huxley, Lenina coding on.
No police presence is requested in the city at this time.
Report to the station.
Oh, boy, how exciting.
That's it. Food, glorious food. There'll be another one in 12 hours. These assholes are nothing if not predictable. | ์ข์
ํ์ฌ๋ฆฌ ๋ ๋๋ ๊ทผ๋ฌด ๋ณด๊ณ
์ง๊ธ์ ๊ฒฝ์ฐฐ ์์ฒญ ์ ๊ณ ๊ฐ ์์
์ง์๋ก ์ฐ๋ฝ ๋ฐ๋
์ฐธ ์ ๋๋ค!
์ ๊ธฐ ์์ด, ๋ง์๋ ์์์ธ๋ฐ 12์๊ฐ ์์ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๊ฒ์ด ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ ์ ๋๋ค์ ์์ธกํ ์๊ฐ ์์ด |
God, I love to hate this place.
There's not enough of us, Friendly. That doesn't really matter anymore. People are hungry.
We got nothing left to lose. | ์ ์ธ๊ณ๋ฅผ ๋ฏธ์ํ๋ ๊ฒ ์ ๋ง ์ฌ๋ฏธ์์ด
์ด๊ฑธ๋ก ์ถฉ๋ถ์น ์๋, ํ๋ ๋ค๋ฆฌ? ๊ทธ๊ฑด ์ค์ํ ๊ฒ ์๋์ผ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ ๋ฐฐ๊ฐ ๊ณ ํ
๋ฐ์ ธ์ผ ๋ณธ์ ์ด์ง |
Greetings, Erwin. Lovely Lenina.
Greetings, welcome to the emergency line of the San Angeles Police Department.
If you'd prefer an automated response, press 1 now. | ์๋
ํ์ธ์ ์๋
ํ์ธ์, ๋ ๋๋
์๋
ํ์ธ์, ์์ค์ ค๋ ์ค ๊ฒฝ์ฐฐ์ ๋น์ ์ ํ์
๋๋ค
์๋ ์๋ต์ ์ํ์๋ฉด 1๋ฒ์ ๋๋ฅด์ธ์ |
Be well, lieutenant.
Mellow greetings, Lenina Huxley.
Let me guess, all is serene?
On the contrary, it's been a horrific a.m.
Public buildings were defaced. Walls smudged with... ...scandalous graffiti.
Really? Brutal. Why wasn't there an all-cars notified? | ์๋
ํ์ธ์, ๊ฒฝ์
์๋
ํ์ธ์, ๋ ๋๋ ํ์ฌ๋ฆฌ
๋งํ ๋ณผ๊ฒ์ ์กฐ์ฉํ ๋ ์ด์ฃ ?
์ ๋ฐ๋๋ก ๋์ฐํ ๋ ์ด์ผ
๊ด๊ณต์๊ฐ ํผ์๋์ด ์์ค๋ฌ์ด ๋์๋ก ๋๋ฝํ์ก๋ค๊ณ
๊ทธ๋์? ์ ๋ถ๋ฅด์ง ์์์ฃ ? |
Because there was no need to create widespread panic.
Lieutenant Huxley...
...I monitored your disheartening and distressing comments... ...to the warden this morning.
Do you really long for chaos and disharmony? | ๊ดํ ์๋์ ํผ์ฐ๊ธฐ ์ซ์ด์์ง
ํ์ฌ๋ฆฌ ๊ฒฝ์
์์นจ์ ๊ต๋์์ฅํํ
ํ ํ์ฌํ ๋ง์ ๋ชจ๋ํฐํ์
ํผ๋๊ณผ ๋ถ์กฐํ๊ฐ ์๊ธฐ๊ธธ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ ๊ฑฐ์? |
Your fascination with the 20th century seems to be affecting your judgment.
You realize you're setting a bad example for other officers and personnel. | 20์ธ๊ธฐ ๋ถ๋์์ ๋ํ ๊ด์ฌ์ผ๋ก ํ๋จ์ด ํ๋ ค์ง ๊ฑฐ๊ตฐ
๋ค๋ฅธ ๊ฒฝ์ฐฐ๋ค์๊ฒ ๋์ ์ ๋ก๊ฐ ๋๋ค๋ ๊ฒ ์์์ค? |
Thank you for the attitude readjustment, Chief Earle. Info assimilated.
Sanctimonious asshole.
Thank you.
Phew, that was tense.
-That was tense? -Yes.
Tell me, Garcia... ...don't you get bored code-tracing perps who break curfew and tell dirty jokes? | ์ถฉ๊ณ ๊ฐ์ฌํฉ๋๋ค ์ผ ๊ตญ์ฅ๋, ์ ์๊ฒ ์ด์
์์ ์ ์ธ ๋!
๊ณ ๋ง์
๊ธด์ฅ๋๋๋ฐ
- ๊ธด์ฅ๋๋ค๊ณ ? - ๊ทธ๋
๋๋ดํ๋ ๊ฒ๊น์ง ๊ฐ์๋นํ๋ ๊ฒ ์ง๊ฒน์ง ์์? |
No, I find my job deeply fulfilling.
I just cannot get over the reality of this office, Lenina Huxley.
You're still addicted to the 20th century. | ์๋, ์์ฃผ ๋ง์กฑ์ค๋ฌ์
์ด ์ฌ๋ฌด์ค์ด ํ์ค์ด๋ ๊ฒ ๋ฏฟ๊ธฐ์ง ์์ ๋ฟ์ด์ผ
๋น์ ์ 20์ธ๊ธฐ์ ์ค๋
๋์ด |
High from its harshness. Buzzed by its brutality.
Holy smokes!
Is there anything in this office which doesn't violate Contraband Ordinance 22?
Only you, Alfredo Garcia. | ์ฌ๋์๊ณผ ์์ธํจ์ ์ค๋
๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ
์, ์ธ์์!
์ ๋ขฐ ์กฐํญ 22์กฐ์ ๋ง๋ ๊ฑด ์ด ๋ฐฉ์ ์๋?
๋น์ ๋ฟ์ด์ผ, ๊ฐ๋ฅด์์ |
Don't you ever want something to happen?
Goodness, no.
I knew you were gonna say that.
What I wouldn't give for some action.
Mr. Simon Phoenix.
One of our first and most illustrious members.
Allow me to welcome you to your parole hearing. | ๋ญ๊ฐ ์ผ์ด๋ฌ์ผ๋ฉด ํ์ง ์์?
์ฒ๋ง์
๊ทธ๋ด ์ค ์์์ด
๋ ๋ชธ์ด ๊ทผ์ง๊ทผ์งํ๋ค๊ณ
์ฌ์ด๋จผ ํผ๋์ค
์ต์ด์ด์ ์ ์ผ ํ๋ คํ ์ฃ์๋ก๊ตฐ
๊ฐ์๋ฐฉ ๊ณต์ฒญํ์ ์จ๊ฑธ ํ์ํ๋ค |
Let's get this one over quick.
Twenty-nine years ago, the parole system as you know it--
was rendered obsolete.
Federal Statute 537-29--
Stop it! | ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ๋๋ด์๊ณ
29๋
์ ์ ๊ฐ์๋ฐฉ ์ ๋๊ฐ
์์ฉ์๊ฒ ๋์ง
์ฐ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ 537์กฐ 29ํญ
๊ทธ๋ง๋ฌ! |
Do you have anything fresh to say on your behalf?
I thought not.
Yeah, I do. Teddy bear.
How'd you know the password to the cuffs?
I wish I knew. Simon says, die. | ์์ ์ ๋๋ณํ ๋ง์ด ์๋?
์์ ์ค ์์๋ค
์๋, ์์ด ๊ณฐ๋์ด
์ํธ๋ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ์์์ง?
๋ด๊ฐ ์๊ณ ์ถ์ผ๋ฉด ๋ญ๋ ์ ์ ์์ด |
Warden... ...let's get this over quickly.
Retina coding accepted, Warden William Smithers.
Be well.
Yeah, you too.
187. 187.
Northwest quadrant. 187.
Oh, my. Oh, my. | ์์ฅ, ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ๋๋ด์๊ณ
๋ง๋ง ๊ธฐ๋ก ํ์ธ ์๋ฆฌ์ ์ค๋ฏธ๋์ค ์์ฅ๋
์๋
ํ ๊ฐ์ธ์
๊ทธ๋, ๋๋
187...
๋ถ์๋ถ ๊ตฌ์ญ
187... ์ธ์์! |
I don't believe it.
What's a 187? I don't know.
Cryoprison. Level 6.
Identify code 187.
MDK.
MurderDeathKill.
MurderDeathKill.
Last recorded offense, September 25, 2010.
Initiate search, confirming location. Cryoprison, Level 6.
Two code 187s. Officer Jean Desjardins, guard. | ๋ฏฟ๊ธฐ ์ด๋ ต๊ตฐ
187์ด ๋ญ์ง? ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ์ด
๋๋ ๊ฐ์ฅ, 6์ธต
์ฝ๋ ๋ฒํธ 187 ํ์ธ
MDK
์ดํด, ์ฃฝ์, ์ด์ธ
์ดํด, ์ฃฝ์, ์ด์ธ?
๋ง์ง๋ง ์ด์ ์ฌ๊ณ 2010๋
9์ 25์ผ
์์น ํ์ธ ์ถ์ ์์ 6์ธต์ ๋ฒ์ฃ ๋ฐ์
๋ ๋ช
์ดํด๋จ ์กด ๋ฐ์ ๊ฐ์์ |
Officer Alfred Pamela, guard. Tracking. Live transmission diagnostic check, Warden William Smithers. severe eye trauma, ruptured spleen...
...punctured lung... ...broken rib, internal bleeding. Condition critical.
Vital signs failing. Imminent death.
Subject deceased. 187, Warden William Smithers. | ์จํ๋ฆฌ๋ ํจ๋ฉ๋ผ ๊ฐ์ ์์กด์ ํ์ธ ์ง๋จ ์ถ์ ์๋ฆฌ์ ์ค๋ฏธ๋์ค ์์ฅ ์๊ตฌ ์ธ์, ๋น์ฅ ํ์ด
ํ ์์, ์๋ชฉ ํ๊ตฌ ๋ด์ถํ, ์คํ
๋ฐ์ดํธ ์ฌ์ธ ์
ํ ์ฃฝ์ ์๋ฐ
์๋ฌผ์ฒด ์ฌ๋ง 187, ์๋ฆฌ์ ์ค๋ฏธ๋์ค ์์ฅ |
Born February 14th, 1967...
...died August 4th, 2032.
What's the matter with all of you? The cryoprison. Three non-sanctioned life terminations. | 1967๋
2์ 14์ผ ์ถ์
2032๋
8์ 4์ผ ์ฌ๋ง
๋์ฒด ๋ฌด์จ ์ผ์ด์ผ? ๋๋ ์ฃ์๊ฐ ํ์ฅํ์ต๋๋ค |
Do you wish to assign a coroner?
MurderDeathKills? Three MDKs?
Access the cryopen's hearing schedule.
Display a list of people interviewed for parole.
Accessing cryoprison processing. Restricted information.
Cocteau Cryoprison, morning hearing schedule.
August 4th, active file. Seven a.m., Hyde, Quentin. | ๊ฒ์๊ด์ ๋ฐฐ์ ํ ๊น์?
์ดํด, ์ฃฝ์, ์ด์ธ์ด๋ผ ์ธ ๋ช
์ MDK๋ผ๊ณ ?
๊ฐ์๋ฐฉ ๊ณต์ฒญํ ์ค์ผ์ค๊ณผ
์ธํฐ๋ทฐํ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ ์ฐพ์์ค
๋๋ ๊ฐ์ฅ ์๋ฃ ์ฒ๋ฆฌ ๊ธฐ๋ฐ ์ ๋ณด
์์นจ ๊ฐ์๋ฐฉ ๊ณต์ฒญํ ์ค์ผ์ค
8์ 4์ผ ํํฉ 7์์ ํ์ด๋ ํํด |
Eight-fifteen, Peterson, Scott.
-Seven-thirty, Phoenix, Simon. -It's Phoenix.
Hold that thought, Zachary Lamb.
Simon Phoenix's code, now.
Access code for Phoenix, Simon.
No code found. L-7, are you getting another virus? | 8์ 15๋ถ, ํผํฐ์จ ์ค์ฝง
- 7์ 30๋ถ, ํผ๋์ค... - ํผ๋์ค ์ง์ด์ผ
์ ๊น๋ง์, ์ฌ์ปค๋ฆฌ ๋จ
์ฌ์ด๋จผ ํผ๋์ค ์ฝ๋๋?
์ฌ์ด๋จผ ํผ๋์ค์ ๊ดํ ์ ๋ณด ์ถ์
์ฝ๋ ๋ฏธํ์ธ ๋ ๋ ๋ฐ์ด๋ฌ์ค์ ๊ฐ์ผ๋ ๊ฒ ์๋์ผ? |
Of course not. You don't get it, Huxley.
Phoenix isn't coded.
He was chilled back in the 20th... ...before they started LoJacking everybody.
Declared his own kingdom in South Central L.A. | ์ฒ๋ง์์ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๋ ๋ณธ๋ฐ
์ฌ์ด๋จผ์ ์ฝ๋๊ฐ ์์ด
20์ธ๊ธฐ ๋ง์ ๋๋๋์ด ์ฌ๋๋ค์ ์
๋ ฅํ๊ธฐ ์ ์ ๋ง์ด์ผ
LA๊ฐ ํ๋ ๋ณธ๊ฑฐ์ง์์ด |
Locating stopped code. MurderDeathKill. MurderDeathKill.
Location, cryoprison parking area. Cryoprison, Level 6.
Tracking Dr. Mostow. Oh, my. 187, deceased.
Do you wish to assign a coroner? | ์์น ํ์ธ ์ดํด, ์ฃฝ์, ์ด์ธ
์์น๋ ๋๋ ๊ฐ์ฅ ์ฃผ์ฐจ์ฅ ๋๋ ๊ฐ์ฅ 6์ธต
๋จธ์คํ ๋ฐ์ฌ ์ถ์ , 187 ์ฌ๋ง
๊ฒ์๊ด์ ๋ฐฐ์ ํ ๊น์? |
L-7, is the doctor's conveyance still in the parking zone? The answer is no. Car missing.
Doctor's conveyance is not in parking zone. It is in motion.
Locate precise code-fix on doctor's conveyance.
Fixing location. Beverly Hills.
Robertson.
-Doheny. -Yes. Beverly Drive.
Doctor's vehicle has been code-fixed. | ์ด๋ด, 07 ๋ฐ์ฌ๋ ์ฐจ๊ฐ ์ฃผ์ฐจ์ฅ์ ์์ด? ์๋๋๋ค, ์ฐจ๋ ํ๋ฐฉ๋ถ๋ช
์ฐจ๋ ์ฃผ์ฐจ์ฅ์ ์์ ์ด๋ ์ค
๋ฐ์ฌ๋ ์ฐจ์ ์ ํํ ์์น๋ฅผ ์ฐพ์๋ด
์์น ์ถ์ , ๋ฒ ๋ฒ๋ฆฌํ์ค
๋ก๋ฒํธ์จ, ๋ํ๋
- ์ข์ - ๋ฒ ๋ฒ๋ฆฌ ๋๋ผ์ด๋ธ
๋ฐ์ฌ๋ ์ฐจ ์์น ํ์
|
Approaching the corner of Wilshire and Santa Monica Boulevard.
Glorious. Heh, heh.
Ah, fine work.
All nearby units, ProtectServe, Wilshire and Santa Monica.
Unit 12 ProtectServe. Apprehend fugitive. | ์ํ๋ชจ๋์นด ๋๋ก ์์
๊ฐ์ ์ ๊ทผ ์ค
์๋์ด
์ํ๊ตฐ
๊ทผ์ฒ์ ๋ชจ๋ ๋์์ ์ํ๋ชจ๋์นด๋ก ๋ณด๋ด
12๋์ ๋๋ง์๋ฅผ ์ฒดํฌํ๋ผ |
Proceed with extreme assertiveness.
Lately I just don't feel like there's anything special about me.
You are an incredibly sensitive man... ...who inspires joy-joy feelings in all those around you. | ๊ฐ๊ฒฝํ๊ฒ ๋์ํ๋ผ
๊ทธ๋ฅ ๋ด๊ฐ ๋งค๋ ฅ์ด๋ผ๊ณค ์๋ค๊ณ ์๊ฐ๋ผ์
๋น์ ์ ์์ฃผ ์๋ฏผํ ๋ถ์ผ๋ก ์ฃผ์ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ ์ฆ๊ฒ๊ฒ ํฉ๋๋ค |
Greetings, citizen. How are you on this glorious day?
You look great today!
Ha-ha-ha. Yeah, well, I feel good too.
Angeles Information Network. Automated banking. City of San Angeles.
Damn, I'm possessed.
Wonder if I can play the accordion too.
File code accepted.
Friendly, Edgar. Code level 60. civil unrest.... | ์๋
ํ์ธ์? ์ค๋ ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ ์ด๋ ์ธ์?
๋น์ ์ค๋ ๋ฉ์ง๊ตฐ์
๋๋ ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์
์์ค์ ค๋ ์ค ๋คํธ์ํฌ ์๋ ์ํ ์
๋ฌด ์ฒ๋ฆฌ
์ ๋ค๋ฆฐ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ๊ตฐ
์์ฝ๋์ธ๋ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ๋ ๋ชป ํ ํ
๋ฐ
์๋ฃ ์ฒ๋ฆฌ ์๋ฃ
ํ๋ ๋ค๋ฆฌ, ์๋๊ฑฐ ์ ๊ณผ ๊ธฐ๋ก, ์์ ์ฌํ ์ฃผ๋ฒ... |
Don't you hear a thought repeating in that brain of yours?
The name Friendly, Edgar? Edgar Friendly.
Don't you have a job to do?
Don't you have someone to kill? | ์๋ค์ ์ฉ๋งน์ ๋ค์ ํผ์น ์๊ฐ์ ์๋?
์ด๋ฆ์ ์๋๊ฑฐ ํ๋ ๋ค๋ฆฌ
ํ ์ผ์ด ์๋ค
์๋ค๊ฐ ์ฃฝ์ฌ์ผ ํ ์ฌ๋์ด์ผ |
Someone to kill. Someone to kill.
I don't need a history lesson, HAL. Where are the goddamn guns?
You are fined one credit for a violation of the verbal morality statute. | ์ฃฝ์ฌ์ผ ํ ์ฌ๋...
์ญ์ฌ ๊ฐ์๋ ์ง์ด์น์ ๊ทธ๋์ ์ด์ด ์ด๋ ์์ด?
๋น์ด ์ฌ์ฉ์ผ๋ก ๋ฒ์ 1์ ๋ถ๊ณผ ๋ญ? |
Fuck you.
Your repeated violation has caused me to notify the San Angeles Police Department.
Please, remain where you are for your reprimand.
Yeah, right. Ha.
Fuckers are fast too. | ๋น์ด๋จน์
๋น์ด ๋ฐ๋ณต ์ฌ์ฉ์ผ๋ก ์์ค์ ค๋ ์ค ๊ฒฝ์ฐฐ์์ ํต๋ณด๋จ
๊ฒฝ์ฐฐ์ด ์ฌ ๋๊น์ง ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆฌ์ธ์
์๊ธฐ๋๊ตฐ
๋น์ด๋จน์, ๋นจ๋ฆฌ๋ ์ค๋ค |
ProtectServe in place.
Four minutes, 15 seconds lapse.
Maniac is imminent. Request advice.
With a firm tone of voice... ...demand maniac lie down with hands behind back. | ๋ณดํธ ๋์ ๋ฐฐ์น ์๋ฃ
4๋ถ 57์ด ๊ฑธ๋ ธ๊ตฐ
์ ์ ๋ณ์๊ฐ ๊ฐ๊น์ด ์๋ค ์ถฉ๊ณ ๋ฅผ ๊ตฌํ๋ค
๊ฐ๊ฒฝํ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ์์ ๋ค๋กํ๊ณ ์๋๋ฆฌ๋ผ๊ณ ์๊ตฌํ๋ค |
Simon Phoenix!
Lie down with your hands behind your back!
What's this? Six of you. And such nice tidy uniforms.
Oh, I'm so scared.
You guys don't have sarcasm anymore? | ์ฌ์ด๋จผ ํผ๋์ค
์๋๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์์ ๋ค๋กํด
์ด๊ฒ ๋๊ตฌ์ผ? ์ฌ์ฏ ๋ช
์ ์์ ํ ๊ฒฝ์ฐฐ์ด์๊ตฐ
๋ฌด์ญ๊ธฐ๋ ํด๋ผ
๋น๊ผฌ๋ ๋ง๋ ์์ด๋ฒ๋ ธ์ด? |
Maniac has responded with a scornful remark.
Simon Phoenix!
Lie down on the ground... ...or else!
Anti-Graffiti Activation Program activated.
Aborted. Human presence detected.
Safety override code accepted.
Lucky number seven.
Okay.
Olรฉ! | ๋ฒ์ธ์ด ๋น๊ผฌ๋ ๋ง์ ์ด๋ค
์ฌ์ด๋จผ ํผ๋์ค!
๋
์ ์๋๋ฆฌ์ง ์์ผ๋ฉด
๋์ ์๋ฐฉ ํ๋ก๊ทธ๋จ ์๋
์ฌ๋์ด ๊ทผ์ฒ์ ์์
์์ ์กฐ์น ์ ๊ฑฐ ์ฝ๋ ํ์ธ ์ฒ๋ฆฌ
ํ์ด์ ์ซ์ 7
๋ค๋ฒผ
์ฌ๋ ! |
Did you see that? We're police officers. We're not trained to handle this kind of violence.
Hey, wait for me!
Stupid.
Simon says, everybody stay! | ๊ฒฝ์ฐฐ์ด ์ด๋ด ์๊ฐ ํญ๋ ฅ ๋์น ํ๋ จ์ ๋ฐ์๋๋ฐ
์ด๋ด, ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ ค!
๋ฐ๋ณด ๊ฐ์ผ๋
์ฌ์ด๋จผ ๊ฐ๋ผ์ฌ๋ ๋
ธ๋ํด! |
And the home of the brave
Play ball!
We've lost every camera for six blocks.
Go to Century City, 1200 millimeters.
He's going for the vehicle's battery coil. | ์ฉ๋งน์ ๊ณ ํฅ
๊ฒฝ๊ธฐ ์์!
6๊ฐ ๊ตฌ์ญ์ ์นด๋ฉ๋ผ๊ฐ ์๋ ๋ถ๋ฅ์ด์์
๋์ ์ค์ฌ 1200mm ํ๋
๋ฐฐํฐ๋ฆฌ ์ ์ ์ผ๋ก ๊ฐ๋๋ฐ์ |
It's pure capacitance gel.
Allow me to explain.
The real problem lies in the man whose initials...
For a sadly extended period of time... ...we in San Angeles have been plagued by a pack of subterranean hooligans. | ์ฝ๋ด์๋ฅผ ๋ง์ง์์์
์ ๊ฐ ์ค๋ช
ํด ๋๋ฆฌ์ฃ
ํํ๋ก์ด ๋์์ ๋์๋ฅผ
์ ํฌ ๋์๋ ์งํ์ ์
๋น๋ค์ ์ํด ํผํด๋ฅผ ๋ณด์์ต๋๋ค |
Men and women who have left the comfort of our society...
There was a time when we used to look upon these scraps... ...as rather pathetic and relatively harmless.
Now they have a leader. Mr. Friendly seems relentless in his ambition to infect our harmony with his venom. | ํธ์ํ ์ฌํ๋ฅผ ๋ ๋ ์๋ค์
์ ์๋ ์ด์๋ค์ ๋ฏธ์ณค์ง๋ง ํด๊ฐ ๋ ๊ฑด ์๋ค๊ณ ๋ดค์ง๋ง
์ธ์ ์ง๋์๊ฐ ์๊ฒผ์ด์ ํ๋ ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ฌด์์ด ๊ฒ ์์ฃ ๊ทธ์ ์ผ๋ง์ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์ฌํ๋ฅผ ๋ณ๋ค๊ฒ ํ๋ ๊ฒ์
๋๋ค |
He must, of course, be stopped.
This radical terrorist behavior, led by Mr. Friendly... ...must not be allowed to undermine our safety.
Safety above all. | ์ด์๋ฅผ ๋ง์์ผ ํฉ๋๋ค
์ด์๊ฐ ์ฃผ๋ํ ํ
๋ฌ ํ์๊ฐ ์ฌํ ์์ ์ ๋ง์น๋ฉด ์ ๋ฉ๋๋ค
์์ ์ด ์ ์ผ์ด์ฃ |
I expect your trust, confidence and certitude.
If you'll excuse me.
Dr. Cocteau, a CryoCon has effected self-release from the penitentiary.
It's quite horrific. MurderDeathKills, all categories of chaos. Enhance your calm. Enhance your--
Get me Captain George Earle immediately.
It was just.... | ์ฌ๋ฌ๋ถ์ ์ ๋ขฐ์ ํ์ ์ ๊ตฌํฉ๋๋ค
์ค๋กํ์ง์
์ฝํ ๋ฐ์ฌ๋, ๋๋ ์ฃ์๊ฐ ํ์ฅํด์ ์ฌ๋์ ํด์ณค์ด์
๋์ฐํด์ ์ดํด, ์ฃฝ์, ์ด์ธ ์ฃ๋ ์ฃ๋ ๋ค ์ ์ง๋ฅด๊ณ ์นจ์ฐฉํ๊ฒ, ์นจ์ฐฉํด
์กฐ์ง ์ผ ๊ตญ์ฅ์ ๋ถ๋ฌ ์ฃผ๊ฒ
๊ทธ๋ฌ๋๊น... |
I mean, it was so....
How can a man be so blatantly sadistic?
It was fun for him.
I want you to do everything in your power to snare this agent of destruction.
You have my utmost confidence. | ์ด์๋...
๋ฌดํฑ๋๊ณ ์ฌ๋์ ํด์ณ์
์ฌ๋ฏธ๋ก์
๋ชจ๋ ํ์ ๋ค ์จ์ ์ด ํ๊ดด๋ฒ์ ์ก์ผ์์ค
๊ตญ์ฅ๋๋ง ๋ฏฟ๊ฒ ์ต๋๋ค |
It will be done, Dr. Cocteau.
Be well.
What else is there?
Zachary Lamb... ...how was the fiendish Simon Phoenix apprehended back in the 20th? | ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ํ์ฃ , ์ฝํ ๋ฐ์ฌ๋
๊ทธ๋ผ ์ด๋ง
๋ฌ๋ฆฌ ๋ญ ํ๊ฒ ์ด?
์ฌ์ปค๋ฆฌ ๋จ, ํผ๋์ค๊ฐ 20์ธ๊ธฐ์ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ์กํ์ฃ ? |
Twelve-state manhunt. Satellite surveillance.
A video bite on Unsolved Mysteries.
Heh, none of them worked.
In the end, it took just one man. One cop. John Spartan. | 12๊ฐ ์ฃผ๋ฅผ ๋ค์ ธ์ผ ํ์ง
์ธ๊ณต์์ฑ์๋ค TV ๋ฒ์ฃ ํ๋ก๊ทธ๋จ์ ์ด์ฉํ์ง๋ง
๋ค ์์ฉ์ด ์์์ด
๋๋ด ์กด ์คํ๋ฅดํ์ด๋ ๊ฒฝ์ฐฐ์ด ์ก์์ด |
John Spartan? That's right.
They called him the Demolition Man.
Spartan file 98345, L.A.P.D.
Spartan file 98761C, L.A.P.D.
Are you sure this is real life? | ์กด ์คํ๋ฅดํ์? ๊ทธ๋
ํ๊ดด์๋ผ๊ณ ๋ถ๋ ธ์ง
์กด ์คํ๋ฅดํ ์๋ฃ 98345, LA ๊ฒฝ์ฐฐ
์คํ๋ฅดํ ์๋ฃ 98761C, LA ๊ฒฝ์ฐฐ
์ค์ ์ธ๋ฌผ ๋ง์? |
Barely. Spartan is a legend.
I've been doing a historical study. Over 1000 arrests over three years.
All authentic criminals.
How can you justify destroying a $7-million mini mall... ...to rescue a girl whose ransom is only $25,000? | ๊ทธ๋, ์ ์ค์ ์ด์ผ
์๋ฃ๋ฅผ ๋ดค๋๋ฐ 3๋
๋ง์ 1,000๋ช
์ ์ก์์ด
์ ๋ถ ์ค์ฃ์ธ๋ค์ด์์ง
๋ฐฐ์๊ธ์ด 2๋ง 5์ฒ ๋ฌ๋ฌ์ธ ์ ๋ฅผ ๊ตฌํ๋ ค 7๋ฐฑ๋ง ๋ฌ๋ฌ ์๊ฐ๋ฅผ ํ๊ดดํ ์ ์๋์? |
Fuck you, lady. Good answer.
This is your recommendation? The Demolition Man's an animal.
He's clearly the man for a job such as this. You could reinstate him. | ๋น์ด๋จน์ ๋๋ต ์ํ์ด
์ด ์ฌ๋์ ์ถ์ฒํด? ํ๊ดด์์๋ค ์ง์น์?
์ด ์ฌ๋์ด ์ ํฉํด์ ๋ณต์ง์ ์ํค์ฃ |
He's a musclebound grotesque...
...who hasn't worn a shield in 40 years.
Simon Phoenix is an old-fashioned criminal. We need an old-fashioned cop. | ์ด์๋ ๊ทผ์ก์ง์ ๊ดด๋ฌผ์ด์ผ
40๋
๋์ ๊ฒฉ๋ฆฌ๋์๋ค๊ณ
์ฌ์ด๋จผ์ ์๋ ๋ฒ์ฃ์๋ ์๋ ๊ฒฝ์ฐฐ์ด ํ์ํ์ฃ |
John Spartan, 5864. Pulmonary activity approaching normal.
Body temperature, 63 percent and rising.
Biolink engaged.
Laser defibrillation sequence started.
Plasma transfer in 15 seconds.
Plasma transfer, 10 seconds...
Plasma transfer complete.
MTL complete.
Hunting down an escaped CryoCon... ...by releasing another one? | ์กด ์คํ๋ฅดํ 5864 ํ ํ๋ ์์
์ฒด์จ 63% ๋๋ฌ, ์์น ์ค
์ต์ข
์๋ฃ
๋ ์ด์ ํด๋ ์์ ์์
ํ์ฅ ์ฃผ์
15์ด ์
ํ์ฅ ์ฃผ์
10์ด ์
ํ์ฅ ์ฃผ์
์๋ฃ
์์
์๋ฃ
๋ค๋ฅธ ์ฃ์๋ฅผ ํ์ด์ ํ์ฅํ ์ฃ์๋ฅผ ์ฐพ๋๋ค๊ณ ? |
I am unconvinced. This is within the powers of the police.
He can be released on limited parole and reinstated to active duty.
It's not enough to collect the '90s, you bring them back? | ๋ ํํ์ง ์๊ตฐ ๊ฒฝ์ฐฐ ์กฐํญ์ ๋์ ์์ด์
์ ํ๋ ๊ฐ์๋ฐฉ์ผ๋ก ๋ณต์ง๋ ์ ์๋ ๊ฑฐ์ฃ
ํ๋ ์์ ๊ฒ ์์ด ๋จผ์ ์ด๋ ค ๋๊ธฐ๋ ํด์ผ์ง |
Dr. Cocteau said everything within our power.
I can't think of a better idea. That still doesn't mean it's a good one.
This man comes from a dissimilar method of law enforcement.
I'm not sure he's any different than Simon Phoenix himself. | ์ฝํ ๋ฐ์ฌ๊ฐ ๋ญ๋ ๋ค ํ๋ผ๊ณ ํ์์์
๋ค๋ฅธ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ์ด ์์ด์ ๊ผญ ์ข์ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ์ ์๋์ผ
์ด์์ ์น์ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ์ ํน์ดํด
ํผ๋์ค์ ๋ณ ์ฐจ์ด๊ฐ ์์์ง ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ์ด |
Detective?
Detective, I am Lieutenant Lenina Huxley.
The year is 2032.
-The reason you have been released is-- -How long have I been under?
Thirty-six years. | ํ์ฌ๋
ํ์ฌ๋! ์ ๋ ๋๋ ๊ฒฝ์์์
์ง๊ธ์ 2032๋
์ด๊ณ ์
- ๋น์ ์ด ํ๋ ค๋ ์ด์ ๋... - ๋ด๊ฐ ์ผ๋ง๋ ์ด๋ฌ๊ณ ์์์?
36๋
๊ฐ์ |
I had a wife. What happened to my wife?
Her light was extinguished in the Big One of 2010.
Um, she died. In an earthquake.
The earthquake.
I had a daughter. | ๋ด ์๋ด๋? ์๋ด๋ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ๋์?
๊ทธ๋ถ์ 2010๋
์ ์ฃฝ์์ด์
์ง์ง ๋๋ฌธ์์
ํฐ ์ง์ง์ด์์ฃ
๋ธ์? |
I made a promise. What happened to her?
John Spartan, I am Chief of Police George Earle.
We didn't thaw you out for a family reunion.
Consider it fortunate the lieutenant even bothered to do a probe on your wife.
This is about you and the CryoCon Simon Phoenix.
What? This morning, Simon Phoenix escaped from this cryo facility. | ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ๋๋์ง ๋งํด ์ฃผ์์ค
์กด ์คํ๋ฅดํ ๋ ๊ฒฝ์ฐฐ๊ตญ์ฅ ์กฐ์ง ์ผ์ด์ค
๊ฐ์กฑ ์๋ด์ ์ํด ๋น์ ์ ํด๋์ํจ ๊ฒ ์๋์ค
๋ ๋๋๊ฐ ๋น์ ์๋ด๋ฅผ ์กฐ์ฌํ ๊ฒ๋ง๋ ๋คํ์ผ๋ก ์์์ค
์ด๊ฑด ๋น์ ๊ณผ ๋๋ ์ ๊ณผ์์์ ์ผ์ด์ค
๋ญ์? ์ค๋ ์์นจ์ ํ์ฅํ๋๋ฐ |
We've had 11 MurderDeathKills so far.
You see, we have become a society of peace... ...loving and understanding...
...and we are, quite frankly, not equipped to deal with this. | 11๋ช
์ด๋ ์ฃฝ์์ด์
์ ํฌ๋ ํํ, ์ฌ๋ ์ดํด์ ์ฌํ๊ฐ ๋์ฃ
์์งํ ์ด์๋ฅผ ๋ค๋ฃฐ ์ค๋น๊ฐ ์ ๋์ด์ |
There have been no deaths of unnatural causes in San Angeles in 16 years.
Where?
The Santa Barbara-Los Angeles-San Diego Metroplex merged in 2011. | 16๋
๋์ ์์ฐ์ฌ ๋ง๊ณ ๋ ์ฌ๋์ด ์ฃฝ์ง ์์์ด์
์ฌ๊ธด?
2011๋
์ ์ํ๋ฐ๋ฒ๋ผ, LA ์๋์์ด๊ณ ๊ฐ ํฉ๋ณ๋์ฃ |
You are in the center of what used to be Los Angeles.
That's great.
-You, get me a Marlboro. -Yes, of course. Right away.
What's a Marlboro? It's a cigarette. Any cigarette.
Uh, smoking is not good for you. | ์ฌ๊ธด ์์ค์ ค๋ ์ค์ธ๋ฐ ์ ์ LA๋ผ๊ณ ํ๊ณ ์
๋๋จํ๊ตฐ
- ๋ง๋ณด๋ก ์ข ์ฃผ์์ค - ๊ทธ๋ฌ์ฃ
๋ง๋ณด๋ก๊ฐ ๋ญ์ฃ ? ์๋ฌด ๋ด๋ฐฐ๋ ์ฃผ์์ค
ํก์ฐ์ ๊ฑด๊ฐ์ ์ ์ข์์ |
It has been deemed that anything not good for you is bad. Hence, illegal. Alcohol, caffeine, contact sports, meat--
Are you shitting me?
What the hell is that? | ๋ญ๋ ์ ์ข์ ๊ฒ์ ๋ค ๋ถ๋ฒ์ด์์ ์์ฝ์ฌ, ์นดํ์ธ ์ ์ฒด ์ ์ด ์ด๋, ์ก๋ฅ ๋ฑ
๋น์ด๋จน์
์ ์ฅ, ์ด๊ฒ ๋ญ์ผ? |
You are fined one credit.... Bad language... ...chocolate, gasoline, uneducational toys and anything spicy.
Abortion is illegal, but so is pregnancy if you don't have a license. | ๋น์ด ์ฌ์ฉ์ผ๋ก... ๋น์ด, ์ด์ฝ๋ฆฟ, ํ๋ฐ์ ๋น๊ต์ก์ ์ฅ๋๊ฐ, ๋งค์ด ๊ฒ๋์
๋ํ๋ ๋ถ๋ฒ์ด๊ณ ํ๊ฐ ์์ธ ์์ ๋ ๋ชป ํด์ |
Caveman... ...let's finish with all the Rip Van Winkle and get moving.
A Mr. Phoenix has risen from the ashes.
Uh-huh. I tracked that dirtbag for two years...
...and when I finally bring him down, you turn me into an ice cube for my trouble. | ๋ฏธ๊ฐ์ธ ์จ, ์๋ ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ๋ ๊ทธ๋ง๋๊ณ ์์ง์ด์๊ณ
ํผ๋์ค๋ฅผ ์ก์์ผ์ง
๊ทธ์๋ฅผ 2๋
๊ฐ ์ฐพ์๋ค๋
์
์ก์์คฌ๋๋ ๋ ๋๋ ๊ฐ์ฅ์ ์ฒ๋ฃ์์ง |
Thanks, but no, thanks.
The conditions of your parole are full reinstatement into the S.A.P.D...
...and immediate assignment to the apprehension of Simon Phoenix. Or... | ๊ณ ๋ง์ง๋ง ์ฌ์ํ๊ฒ ์
๊ฐ์๋ฐฉ๋จ๊ณผ ๋์์ ๊ฒฝ์ฐฐ์ ๋ณต์ง๋๋ค
์๋ค ์๋ฌด๋ ํผ๋์ค๋ฅผ ์ฒดํฌํ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ |
...you can go back into cryostasis.
Not many people get a second chance, John Spartan.
Any new inforama on Simon Phoenix? There is nothing, Lenina Huxley. | ์ ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ฉด ๋ค์ ๋๋ ๊ฐ์ฅ์ ๊ฐ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ง
๊ธฐํ๋ฅผ ์ป๊ธฐ๋ ์ฝ์ง ์์์ ์กด ์คํ๋ฅดํ
์๋ก์ด ์ฌ๊ฑด์ด๋ผ๋? ์์ง์ ์์ด |
Where's your John Spartan?
He went to the bathroom. I guess he got all thawed out.
Sir, I formally convey my presence.
How you doing?
We are not used to physical-contact greetings. | ์กด ์คํ๋ฅดํ์ ์ด๋ ์์ง?
ํ์ฅ์ค์ ๊ฐ์ด์ ์์์ ํ ๊ฑฐ์์
์ ์ ์ธ์ฌ๋๋ฆฝ๋๋ค
์๋
ํ์์ค
์ ์ฒด ์ ์ด์ ๊ธ๋ฌผ์ด์์ |
...but you're out of toilet paper.
Did you say toilet paper?
Oh. They used handfuls of wadded paper back in the 20th.
I'm happy that you're happy, but in place of the toilet paper...
He doesn't know how to use the three seashells. | ๋น์ ๋ค ํ์ฅ์ค์ ํด์ง๋ฅผ ๋ค ์ด ๊ฒ ๊ฐ๋๋ฐ
ํด์ง๋ผ๊ณ ์?
๊ณผ๊ฑฐ์๋ ํ์ฅ์ค์์ ํด์ง๋ฅผ ์ผ๋์
์ฆ๊ฑฐ์ํ๋ ๋๋ ์ข์ง๋ง ํ์ฅ์ง๊ฐ ์์ด์ผ ํ ๊ณณ์
์กฐ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ์ฌ์ฉํ ์ค ๋ชจ๋ฅด๋ ๋ด์ |
I can see how that could be confusing.
No. Zach? Zach Lamb?
What happened to you?
Ha-ha-ha. I got older.
My God, I remember when you were a snot-nosed rookie pilot.
They finally grounded me. | ๋ชจ๋ฅผ ์๋ ์์ฃ
์ญ? ์ญ ๋จ?
๋น์ ์ด์ค?
๋์ด๋ง ๋จน์์ง
์ธ์์, ๋ค์ฐฝ์ฝ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ง ์กฐ์ข
์ฌ๋ก ๊ธฐ์ตํ๋๋ฐ
์ง์ ๊ทผ๋ฌด๋ก ๋ฐ๋ ค๋ฌ์ง |
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