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This is the film director

who wants to cast Ploy.

Hello.

This is my nephew Tui.

He's just started working for us.

- Hello, Boss.

- Hi.

Go talk to the director.

I'll go see Big Boss.

- Thanks, Boss.

- No problem.

Hello, everyone.

Hold on!

Light this for me.

I quit smoking.

Your boss doesn't have a light.

Why don't you pricks get him one?

How did you train your men, huh?

Excuse me, Big Boss is expecting me.

Big Boss, this is Daeng and his friends.

For men like us,

the word "gangsters"

is more meaningful than people think.

It doesn't matter how many

people we manage to beat up,

people still call us

"hooligans" or "thugs. "

But to me, gangsters and thugs

are two different species.

For us, to be a gangster

means you're a part of...

a family.

Right, I'll draw the number now.

Number 10!

Sh*t, the house always wins!

Are you screwing me?

I'm not paying!

Hey!

You lose, you pay up.

Daeng, you think you can boss me around?

Let's go!

- Forget it.

- Cheaters!

The brothers always told me

that a gangster's worth is his courage.

That's why Jod has pledged

his life on Daeng Bireley,

even though Jod was

more senior in years and experience.

Hey, that looks kinda fun.

Dam, look there.

Running away, Jod?

Stop!

I don't know why you guys helped me.

Thank you anyway.

I'm Jod.

What the?

Just as Laem Singh had predicted:

Pu was a mad dog.

He gritted his teeth and waited for the

time when he could challenge Daeng.

Then one day, every newspaper branded

him with a formidable nickname...

Pu the Molotov Cocktail.

In that gang, there was Pu

the Molotov Cocktail,

there were Dam Esso and Jod.

But Pu was a real slimebag,

especially with women.

He'd lick his lips every time

he saw schoolgirls walk by,

waiting to pounce on them like a wolf.

He was in the news every day.

I used to deliver newspapers,

and Pu was always on the front page.

Almost every day.

Watch me.

We're leaving now!

Hello, darling,

would you like to join Pu for a ride?

Pu? Which Pu?

Oh right, I used to meet

them near the cinema.

You're Daeng's lackey, aren't you?

Shut up!

Who told you I'm his lackey?

Let's go now.

Let me bang you once and

you'll thank me for it.

B*tch!

It was an accident,

but it made Pu the Molotov Cocktail

an overnight sensation.

Then he decided to challenge Daeng.

Take it off!

Please let me go!

I'm Daeng's brother, you know that?

Daeng's brother?

Get it in your skull...

this is my territory!

If Daeng's little brothers

mess around here again,

- I'll kick the sh*t out of you!

- F*** off!

Tell Daeng it's me who beat you up!

Give me a smoke.

- Lor...

- Yes, chief.

- I envy you.

- Why's that?

You've trained your boys well.

- Look at this walking dynamite. Pu!

- Sir.

- You're famous now.

- ThanKs, chief.

But Boss Lor will make

Daeng his lieutenant anyway.

Is that right?

My boys are like brothers.

No one is rising above anyone's head.

Lor, you should be a politician!

A gangster won't stab someone in the back.

Pu...

if you want to work for me, let me know.

Let it rest, Chief Tong

is Big Boss' stepson.

It's all right.

I respect the chief like my own brother.

You don't have to worry.

Mm-hmm.

I want to become a monk.

I'm here to see what I can do.

Thanks, pal.

Have you heard?

He wanted to piss you off.

If you don't do something,

no one will take Daeng Bireley seriously.

And if you want to be a monk,

it's going to be hell out there.

It's all right.

Just do what you want.

I'm happy for you.

I want you to find peace.

About Pu...

I'll take care of him.

Thanks again.

In my life I've done a lot of bad things.

What I really want to do now

is to become a monk for my mother.

And you, Jod?

I want my mom and my sister to live well.

That's your mom and sister.

I'm asking about you.

America.

What?

I've heard about people

who've immigrated to America.

They send back tons of money.

And maybe I'll bump into

James Dean or Elvis.

If you do, don't forget

to tell them about our adventures.

Daeng?

There's only one thing I want to ask you.

If something happens...

please take care of my mother and sister.

Hi.

An invitation to Brother Daeng's ordination.

Please join us, both of you.

Sorry, my wife and I have to go out of town.

- Please join us at the ceremony.

- Sorry, I really can't.

- Really?

- I'm so sorry.

All right.

You're not being helpful at all!

Thong...

I think something's not right.

Nobody wants to go to the ceremony.

Look...

I think Pu has sent his boys

to warn the people here

not to go to Brother Daeng's ordination.

Well, so this means...

if anybody shows up,

they're taking Daeng's side.

That's exactly why I'm not

running around like you!

So which side will you choose?

I don't know.

You?

I'll choose the winning side.

But I think this is really not our business.

You're making me confused!

Let's go!

Lots of envelopes to give out.

- Come on!

- Go!

Hurry up!

Will you go to Brother Daeng's ceremony?

Go back and tell your Brother Daeng

this is Pu's territory!

Only idiots will want to watch

Daeng become a f***in' monk!

Whoo-hoo!

DAENG BIRELEY'S

ORDINATION CEREMONY

Eat up, boys!

It's Brother Pu's treat!

And he's not coming?

I don't know.

It's okay. We can start.

This one?

Yes, and that one too.

Is this yours?

Eat it.

Stuff this sh*t in your mouth.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Jod! This is Pu's territory!

You cocky piece of sh*t!

Eat it!

Let me help.

It's okay, Mom.

Now, let me.

Don't act like a little boy.

Walapa!

It kicks pretty hard,

but the aim is perfect.

I put it together myself.

It looKs fine.

ThanKs.

Hey, Pu!

They say Jod was the first man

who killed with a gun.

That shot marked a shift

from the age of knives

to the age of guns.

I'd like to say

that today I am speaking to you

with tears in my eyes.

Then there was a coup d'tat.

The military government cracked down

on gangsters and triads

and threw them all in jail.

Field Marshall Sarit famously

said that as prime minister

he would take all responsibilities for using

the iron rule of Article 17.

Daeng and his gang faded out.

They didn't go around

wreaking havoc as much.

That was the end of the

rock 'n' roll gangsters.

Boss Lor expanded his business

to contraband smuggling in the south.

He asked Brother Daeng to look after it.

Daeng was certain that he could get

rich there and quit the gang life.

But Brother Daeng left us unexpectedly.

The death of the notorious hoodlum

made headlines for a few days.

Then he was forgotten...

Why did you kill me?

What did I do to you?

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to.

4 YEARS LATER

Piak!

Got the stuff?

Sure, wait here.

Thong!

Someone wants the stuff.

Over there, get it.

Stop it!

Finish it!

I need you downstairs.

Hey, stop painting now.

Take a shower.

I'll take you somewhere cool.

Get out now! Go!

Place your bet!

Now!

No more bets!

Hup!

All right!

- Bet now!

- Drawing now!

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