Jan Dara the Beginning

Well...

My name is Jan Dara.

The first name

was given to me by the man I called father.

My last name...

I gave it to myself.

My life

has been a chain of unpredictable twists.

If you really want to know...

I was born while my mother was dying.

Isn't that wicked?

I was born in Bangkok...

in the monsoon season of 1915,

at the Pijitwanich Mansion in Bang Lampoo.

It was the residence of my mother's family,

a respectable merchant clan

from the province of Pijit

who had moved to the capital

and prospered in wealth and social standing.

But fate was unkind.

My maternal grandparents

passed away all of a sudden

Madame Pijitraksa, my grandfather's sister,

became the guardian of my mother.

She also reigned as the matriarch

of the Pijitwanich Mansion.

Somjook, is it coming out?

It's coming out ma'am!

Or is it not?

Watch what you're saying!

You must be in great pain, Dara!

Scream, dear! Scream and you'll feel better!

Is that so?

Yes, ma'am.

Push!

Push!

It has come out!

We have a young master.

Oh god!

The baby's been born!

We have a young master, sir.

Dara...

Dara is gone...

You scum!

No!

Get off me!

No!

I'll kill that piece of trash! Get off me!

Move over, ma'am!

Put it down!

Don't you hear me?

Put it down now!

Don't curse this house with another death!

Let Dara go in peace.

All right.

I'm Lord Wisnandecha!

I swear by my soul that

I' II curse that goddam child!

I'll take revenge on him!

May he rot in hell and be damned

to eternal suffering.

In this life and every one after this!

Never, I'll never forgive you!

Jan Rai - you scum!

Now you know why I'm called Jan

from Jan Rai, or scum.

Followed by the aristocratic surname of the man

whom I call father...

"Wisnan"...

"Jan Wisnan" was my name then.

But "Jan the Scum"

would've been more sensational.

Because that was what

he actually christened me.

So mean.

I'd like to make a vow with

Dara's soul as my witness.

For the rest of my life...

I, Lord Wisnandecha...

will never remarry.

I'll mourn the death of

my dear wife for three years.

To honor her memory.

And I ask everyone in this house

to do the same.

Among the relatives from Pijit

who'd come for the funeral,

there was a lady who possessed

such classical beauty.

She's Aunt Wad, the beloved cousin of my late

mother.

This is Wad, our cousin.

Dara loved her so much.

After paying respect to my mother,

Aunt Wad told my grandmother

that she wished to see me

at the small house in the garden

that served as a prison to

the little murderer like myself.

I was taken care of by Poom,

and her one-year-old son, Ken.

Don't worry my dear. I'll be your mother.

Did I really hear what you just said?

I' II stay here. I'll raise Jan myself.

Thank you Wad!

Madame, will we really call him "Jan"?

It's adorable. Like "the moon" and "nutmeg".

Who's know that Jan come from

Janrai... The Scum.

From that day on,

Aunt Wad never returned to Pijit

and moved permanently into the house.

With the absence of the maternal liquid,

she fed me with the imported milk Glaxo.

Luck was on my father's side.

After the 100-day

memorial service of my mother,

My grandmother had to leave the house

on a three-month-long...

overseas trip with the princess

whom she served.

I get it, ma'am. I'll te-le-graph

Yes, te-le-graph.

Chom, tell the male servants to

watch the small house.

Look after Miss Wad

and baby Jan every night.

Watch that house closely, get it?

Yes, ma'am.

Marvelous! It's certainly marvelous,

right, Somjook?

Marvelous indeed, ma'am.

Goodbye then.

From that moment on, my malicious father

launched a campaign to seize power.

I rule this place now!

He began by kicking out the servants

who refused to bow to him,

forcing them to return to Pijit.

Somjook was the invert maidservant

closest to my grandmother.

And my father employed a filthy trick

to win him over to his side.

For the female servants

who'd served my aunt loyally,

he conquered them, body and soul,

with his erotic proficiency.

Single or married,

they melt without resistance.

Even Poom wasn't spared.

Poom, the recently widowed mother of Ken.

Oh my god!

It's me!

When was the last time

you slept with a man?

Not since Ken's father died.

It is my lucky night!

Before long,

all servants once faithful to my grandmother...

defected to my father

and became his sex slaves.

The next target in this politics of

seduction was no one else

but Aunt Wad, the woman who loved me like my

real mother.

Jom...

Our love is doomed.

Our families are sworn enemies...

They despise each other.

It's a consequence from the sins

of our forefathers.

It's not fair to us.

No...

It's not fair to us.

Jom

I love you.

How can I live without you?

Runaway with me please.

I'm scared...

That's the only way we can live together.

Wait until my heart is stronger.

I will wait for you.

Wait... my lord

What happened?

I desire you.

I have since the first time I met you.

You must promise me one thing first.

Anything, love.

Promise me

that no matter how intensely you detest Jan

you must never harm him to death.

Give me your word.

And I' II give my whole life to you, my lord.

I promise.

Wad! Who got you pregnant?

Who did it? Tell me!

It's lord, right? Tell me!

That pervert knocked you up?!

Yes, ma'am.

Damn you!

I trusted you, and you behave like a harlot!

You harlot!

Disgusting, I' II kill you!

Scandalous! A curse on the house!

I' II kill you!

Damn it, I' II kill you!

Bastard!

I' II blow your brains out!

Ma'am, that gun is an antique.

It's not even loaded.

I think you might want to try...

this gun instead!

It's fully loaded and cocked!

Stupid hag, get out!

Get out of this house!

Are you going or not?

If not, come play with my rifle!

Let's screw, hag! Come here!

No! I won't! I'm going!

Finally my father succeeded in staging a coup

and seizing the power to rule

Pijitwanich Mansion from my grandmother.

Through his sordid manipulations and filthy,

depraved cunning.

"Aunt Wad"

You paid respect to your mother, do the same to

your father when he comes back.

Yes, Aunt Wad.

Kaew, come have some sweets.

Jan, have some sweets with your sister.

No, not stupid Jan!

Who taught you that?

Buga, who taught Kaew to say that?

Good afternoon, father.

I've told you a dozen times not to

let this scum on the main house.

He's here to pay respect to his mother,

and to you too.

He' II leave soon.

Look at him, Kaew.

That devil killed his own mother.

Call him Jan Rai - scum!

Jan Rai, Jan Rai!

Wilailek "Kaew" Wisnan.

Jan's here. Come take a picture

with Kaew and me.

Yes, Aunt Wad.

No! Not with stupid Jan!

Kaew, I've told you not to call him that!

No! Not with stupid Jan!

You won't?

No!

Stop it!

I won't!

You won't, huh?

You' re not my mother's son

and you're not my father's son!

Master Jan, go back to our home.

I have to pay respect to my father first.

Don't do it today.

No, I have to bow at him every day.

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