Run Phee
- Year:
- 2015
- 104 min
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Bhannawadee Palace was originally
the residence of
Princess Bhannawadee Rasmee.
She was murdered by
to her descendants
and later sold to a series of owners.
Finally, it became St. Maria Convent,
the setting of our story.
No! I didn't do it!... No!!!
Help me!... Help me!...
HELP ME:
H...e...l...p...
m...e...!!!
Stop screaming!
You'll get us into trouble!
I won't tell you another story again!
Damn it. Ma Soeufis coming.
Who was that?
Piangfah?
Oh, the new girl, Ma Soeur.
Her name's Mon.
Mademoiselle Adhiti! Anything to say?
It wasn't me.
It's you.
The whole room heard it was you, right?
Yes, it's her! Mon was screaming.
I didn't do it...
I didn't do it...
Hey Mon, why are you mopping the floor?
Come in.
She doesn't get better?
Meningitis? That's too bad.
I pray every day for a miracle,
but there's no miracle.
You have to understand.
I wouldn't have been so strict
in trivial matters,
if your aunt hadn't left you in my care
when she got sick.
So don't disappoint her.
You can go now.
It wasn't me.
No...
I said no!
Why keep bothering me?
No!
Damn it. I said no!
I don't want fish.
Piangfah, here she comes.
You're such a pest! Beat it!
Watch the crazy b*tch catching a frog.
A frog indeed, big and green!
B*tch!
Mon.
Can I sit with you?
Yuck! What are you eating?
Mashed potatoes? So gross!
Sh*t, I have mashed potatoes too.
Bummer!
When I was a child, my mother made this
for me every morning.
I think my head has more mashed potatoes
than brains.
She thinks she's so pretty.
What a dick-chaser.
I heard gossips from her old schoolmates.
They confirmed she's a real slut.
Her dad's super-rich, the b*tch's spoiled.
She slept around with a lot of boys.
When school's out, I went to Disneyland.
Have you been?
Hollywood too.
No wonder she has no friends
and has to hang out with that freak.
The old guy with long white hair...
The one in Harry Potter.
What's his name?
Gandalf!
Yes, Gandalf!
Gandalf your ass!
That's Lord of the Rings!
Is it that good? You eat like a starving pig!
Shut up and get lost!
Come with me?
My name's Adhiti,
but everyone calls me Mon.
From the day my parents died
12 years ago,
I began to feel that
death always hovered around me.
Silence has been my best friend since.
I knew it better than anyone else.
Silence has many levels.
The silence that lets you hear leaves ruffle,
or insects flutter their wings...
The ticking of the clock,
the beating of your heart.
And...
the silence of your own thought.
Hi Mon, you're here.
No I'm not.
I've got this for you, almond cookies.
I saw it freshly-baked this morning
after I finished my shift.
I remember you like almonds.
Excuse me, Dr. No.
I gotta pee.
But the deepest silence...
is the silence so complete
that you can hear the spirit talking to you.
You're here?
Still following me around?
I've come for your answer.
What answer?
I already said no.
I already said no.
Please. Only you can help me.
You're such a pest!
If you don't help me, I'll keep following you.
Beat it!
Watch the crazy b*tch catching a frog.
Watch out! Step over! Back-heel!
Is it that good?
You eat like a starving pig!
Please, only you can help me.
Shut up and get lost!
The night before
Who are you? How did you get in here?
I was a student here, a long time ago.
No way, this is a convent school.
Thirty years ago,
it was a male-only business college.
I see.
What's your name?
Just call me Senior.
Senior?
Fine.
What do you want, Senior?
I need your help.
That was the first time
I met the mysterious Senior.
I didn't know why he told me about
the murder in Bhannawadee Building
50 years ago.
The gardener was sentenced to death
for the crime he didn't commit.
to demand justice.
If the real murderer is still out there,
he will keep haunting the place forever.
Even the dead want justice.
Why are the dead asking the living to help?
I think ghosts know everything.
No, only what's left of their memories
when they're alive.
Some of the memories are lost,
and sometimes we don't even remember
how we died.
Grade Whore!
Leave me alone, Mon.
I'm a slut.
I'm a b*tch, a spoiled child.
I'd sleep with any men!
I'm a whore, a skank, a shameless hooker.
When you finish punishing yourself, tell me.
Wait!
I've just finished.
Take this back.
Keep it. I don't need it.
They call me a slut
because I get close to Master Rati,
the new chemistry teacher. You know him?
Well...
When I got good marks,
they spread a rumor
that I slept with the teacher.
What should I do?I'm going crazy!
Ant, your mom's dead, right?
How do you know?
Five years ago she hanged herself to
get back at my father for having a mistress.
Then my dad married his lover
and they moved to the US.
Hey, can I ask you something?
Why's your nickname Mon?
When you were a baby you were chubby
like Doraemon?
I don't know.
My guess is Mon is from Dream.
You like sleeping?
No, I don't like.
Duh!
What about your Ant? A short for Giant?
Yes, when I was a kid I was so big,
my mom called me Giant.
Growing up I was so embarrassed.
So I shortened it to Ant. Cute?
As hell.
When no one cared about me
You walked in
when I felt the world was exhausting
You walked in when I wanted nothin'
Honestly, I have a huge crush
on Master Rati.
Let me show you something.
He gave me this on Valentine's Day!
Lovely, isn't it?
To be frank, I have a bad feeling about him.
How can you say that about my boyfriend!
You're jealous, aren't you?
Damn it!
Why the hell are they making that noise?
They say that dogs howl
when they see ghosts, is it true?
Ant, do you know
dogs have such shitty eyesight?
But they have a very, very good nose.
So dogs can't see ghosts.
They smell them.
How come you know so much about dogs?
Were you one in your past life?
No. But I can smell ghosts too.
Don't kid me, I'm scared!
I don't. It's a secret
I've never told anyone before.
When I was four, I survived the car crash
that killed my parents.
Since then, I can smell dead people.
Just by sniffing at the things they touched.
Right now,
I can smell your mother.
You're bullshitting me.
Lavender... cool but sad.
That's my mom's favorite perfume.
How do you know?
Don't fool around with that man.
Your mom asked me to tell you.
Dans une ancienne maison de Paris...
qui a ete couverte de vignes...
Princess Murdered In Pool
So you agree to help?
You just played hard to get.
No! No! No!
Crazy!
Who was that?
You've always wanted to help me, admit it.
You know it so why did you ask?
Adhiti, you want to test me?
So hot-headed!
If you were my sister, I'd smack your head.
Go on! I dare you!
Mademoiselle Adhiti!!!
I'm a nutcase.
Don't come within 100 meters.
So we're partners now, right?
Partners in what?
Detective partners.
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