Mahalai sayongkwan
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- 2009
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Okay.
That's more like it.
Hey. Hey. Hey.
She's a shy type.
Shy type ass.
She's afraid of you.
Hey, look.
She's calling her hubby.
Hey, you b*tch.
- Dumbass, where are you going?
Turn left here. - Man.
Turn left.
- Yeah. Yeah.
- Nothing to see here. Make way, please.
- Out of the way please.
- I have studied very hard this semester. I deserve an A.
Of course, I'm scared.
I just took off to read some books.
Hey, these are books
you love to read.
Hey, excuse me.
- Oh, wait. Hold on.
- Excuse me.
Yes?
We're here to work.
Not to chit-chat.
Oh, right. Right.
Come on.
Ok. I've got to go.
They're calling for me.
Hurry up.
Okay.
Come give me a hand.
Okay.
Here.
Okay.
Okay?
See you.
You got it.
You make no sense.
- Are you drunk?
- I'm okay.
She's got a boyfriend,
you know. Hey.
You're kidding me.
She's in a school uniform.
- He's coming.
- You're available, aren't you?
Hey, here comes her man.
Your boyfriend?
- Am I? A**hole.
- Not my dad.
Sorry, sorry.
Who's that?
No one. Relax.
Have a seat.
Let's have some fun.
- Come on. Let's drink to us.
Come on. - Your glass.
- Come on.
- Let's drink.
Damn, I always sit next
to the ice bucket.
Stop. Stop. Stop.
Excellent.
Bottoms up, guys.
Beautiful.
Cherd.
I've been looking for you.
You want trouble?
What are you doing?
Let me go, bastard.
Hey, Cherd. Please.
She's my girl.
- Let me go.
- Your girl?
What are you doing?
What are you going to do?
What are you going to do?
Son of a b*tch.
Enough.
Don't you dare.
That's enough.
You're a drug dealer?
Just ice.
You're lucky my boss
didn't want you dead.
Or you would've been
six feet under.
You've got some guts
stealing from us.
Making money
to get married?
I didn't steal.
I just couldn't deal them.
Cops have been on me.
Just shut up.
You take us to get the dope.
And pay the boss
two hundred grands, that's it.
Two hundred grands?
- Okay, I'll take care of it.
What is it?
Any problem here?
No problem.
Hey, is that you, Cherd?
Nothing, man.
He's with me.
You sure?
Who's that?
Just stay away from him.
This bastard's scarier
than ghosts.
Sh*t.
It's real quiet in here.
Where're all the people?
You such a dumbass, huh?
Hiding the dope
in your school.
It's a university.
It's the same.
Go.
Quickly.
Hurry up.
Here it is.
- What's wrong with you, Jimmy?
- Don't hurt him.
Nothing.
It's good. Go.
No. No.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing there.
Jimmy.
- Please.
- Please, I'll tell you.
There's a ghost upstairs.
Really,
in the ladies' room,
fifth floor.
during school break.
Or it could be
a nymph in Thai dress.
The lights must not be turned off.
It's true. There's a shrine
inside the ladies' room.
A shrine inside the ladies' room.
Don't bullshit me.
Really. No one dares to enter
even during daytime.
I want to see it.
Please.
Go.
Let's get out of here.
Go.
Push the button.
Go inside.
Go.
Why did she hang herself
in the toilet?
Got dumped, obviously.
- Don't say that.
- Why not?
If I don't see a ghost,
I'll piss all over the shrine.
Sh*t.
Got me spooked.
Please.
- Please, let us go.
- Please, let me go home.
- I can't take it anymore. I want to
go home. - Enough, please.
Please.
I beg you.
Hey.
It won't close.
Pia, close the door.
Come on.
I told you
not to come here.
Sh*t.
Let's get out of here.
Do you believe me now?
Get out.
Sh*t.
Are you happy now,
a**hole?
Shut the door.
Sh*t.
It's broken.
I did push the button.
Quickly.
Please. No.
Where's the way down?
Exit.
Take me there.
Oh, sh*t.
Please.
Hey. Don't close yet.
Hey, wait.
Open up. Open up.
Ladies' room.
Hey Cherd,
open the door.
Cherd, open the door.
Cherd, please.
Please open the door.
Cherd, open the door for me.
Cherd.
Son of a b*tch.
Son of a b*tch.
I'm scared now.
I'm scared now. I'm sorry.
Nakorn 64, dispatcher 2. Over.
Nakorn 64, dispatcher 2.
Dispatcher 15. Three falls from height.
One seriously injured. One unconscious.
The other one is talking gibberish.
Some kind of mental problem.
One dead
in the ladies' room.
Cause of death? Over.
Hey, how did he die?
He shot himself.
Shot himself in the head.
Really. Oh, died from
gunshot wound.
- We're on the way.
- Your boyfriend?
My friend.
Close friend.
Close friend?
Well, are you scared of the dead?
I'll get used to it.
Did you mean
the corpses or your face?
Smartass, you're asking for my foot.
What was he thinking
shooting himself like this?
Look at his face. Does he look
like he wants to kill himself?
Oh, really? Did you see
his face? I only see a big hole.
- Hey, oh man.
- What?
Damn.
Let me sit.
Sh*t. Have some respect
to an old man.
- Long night, hum?
- Hmm.
Hey, where's my girl, Muay?
How would I know?
- You dare said that.
- Why?
Your girl is overthere in the mortuary.
I think she gave you a wink.
Look who's talking. You were
pissing your pants up there.
You think it's funny? I hope you see
one for real. I'll laugh my ass off.
So, have you seen Muay?
I haven't. I only saw her
talking on the phone over there.
So do you know
or not know?
What are you doing?
It's kind of weird tonight.
Scary both cases. Oh, they went to deliver the corpses.
Got it. Yeah.
Okay. Okay. Bye.
Can you help me, please?
Fired chicken. Fried chicken.
Put a stick in their asses. Left and right.
Is it her?
Yeah, that one.
Let's give her
a history lesson.
Enough.
Go back to your seat.
You're having
so much fun, huh?
Do you realize that you're sitting
on a hallow ground?
What the hell is wrong
with him?
That girl is the niece of the general
who ordered the killing of the students here in 1976.
I heard Meng and Kiak talking about her last name.
What did they do for you?
They fought for democracy.
Who sacrificed themselves
for our democracy?
The students.
Louder.
The students.
Who killed those brave students?
Who?
I said, who?
- The conflict of political ideologies.
- Wrong.
It's the tyrannical dictators.
Everything is cool, guys.
Kiak is a little emotional today.
Let's move to the next activities.
Get up and follow me.
What the hell
is wrong with you?
You shut up.
This is not something
you take lightly.
Even though it happened a long time ago,
and it won't revive any victims
from their deaths. But you should
know that giving the order to kill
is the same as killing. What a surprise
the murderer's niece dares to come here.
Calm down. My friend is a little too emotional.
Don't make it an issue.
I'm sorry. What would you do if
someone berated your ancestor?
What did I do to you? Can't you think logically?
Was I born yet when it happened?
Your mom and dad probably hadn't
met. I come here to study,
not to argue with someone
about the past.
Moreover, maybe the students
were not totally right.
Then follow me.
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