The Tin Mine Page #2

7 for 20 baht. / That's enough.

85 for 20 baht.

He's open-minded and kind.

He'll always tell his driver to stop and

offer a lift to anyone he sees on foot.

Stop! Stop!

Chai, stop!

How dare you treat human remains this way?

Don't just sit there getting drunk. Show some respect!

He's the kind of foreigner Thai people are proud to know.

Whenever he drinks too much,

he likes to show us the souvenir he got from the world war.

I am Corporal Sam...

... and this is the anklet I got, building the bridge on the River Kwai

.

That's no anklet, boss.

What?

That's a ball and chain!

Look, the baby's got one too!

The Boss's younger brother, Mr. Tom, works here too.

He handles the open-air works,

and he's the dredger's chief engineer.

C'mon, push harder!

There's one thing the brothers can never agree on.

The older brother will hire anyone

even though they're as drunk as he is.

But the younger brother will never

hesitate to fire every last drunk he sees.

Mr. Sam is a workingman's hero.

He taught me the meaning of the motto, "duty unto death".

Like the day the dredger's engine-roller fell into the water

and shut the Tin Mine down,

we all had to work three double shifts.

But Mr. Sam worked for 72 hours straight,

and never took a break.

We got the dredger up and running again

thanks to this Australian

and this one man who we respected even more,

Mr. John, the foreman of our dredger crew.

The Chief is here!

It's your day to get that f***ing bike! Wait till my turn!

Just the way Mr. John stood there was a show of power

and a demonstration of strict control.

With every breath he took, he let you know he was in charge.

Boy! Black coffee, double bitter!

Yes, Mr. John.

Clear water like this, we should dig a lot of tin today, man!

(Dialect) Tomorrow, Mr. Henry, the big boss from Penang

is coming to check the dredger.

Whoever comes to work without a shirt

will not get his time card signed that day!

(Different dialect)

(Thai Southern dialect) No shirt, no time card signed!

Mr. John spoke so fast and fluently in so many languages that

you'd think a fan's blowing words out of his mouth.

He may be a foreigner

but that doesn't mean he can insult us!

We are not jungle savages!

We're here to work!

Attention!

Mr. John drinks even more than we do.

Smokes more, too.

He packs away much more food.

It takes him twice as long to take a dump.

Wow! What a sh*t I just took!

Must have been a foot long

and all in one piece!

There's just no stopping his craziness

especially when he's got his team with him.

Kong, the mechanic,

and Weng, the tinsmith.

I was hoping he'd make me his team's youngest member.

Hey, how's it going, Mard? / Just fine, sir.

You want to go blind? Put your mask on!

You've got to write "Cotton Waste", not "Waste Cotton."

Heaven may have sent John to our Tin Mine...

but they'd sent Ying to give John a taste of Hell too.

Ying, how many pounds exactly is this?

Getting senile are you, old timer?

I've never claimed to be expert on the steaming machine.

What kind of Mechanic Foreman are you?

The Foreman's got to be an expert on everything.

I do know everything...

I know about Thai boxing too! / Don't push me, Ying.

I'll push you more than that, John.

I may not be the gangster I once was,

but I can still teach you a thing or two!

Want to fight me?!

Hey! It's a fight!

Come watch the fight!

Sh*t! Everybody back to work!

"To Archin, thinking of you always."

Hey Jieng?

I'm gonna gaze at the clouds.

Might see a lucky number up there.

At the Tin Mine, our home is any dry place

to sleep when it rains.

I got the runs!

Our toilet is the nearest bush.

Our kitchen is the Boiled Rice-Noodle stand.

Our lounge and living room is the local canteen.

I'll put this bottle on my tab.

Sure, up to you.

It's also our clubhouse.

Have a drink with us?

Nah, me and alcohol don't get along well.

I thought it was you and your wife that didn't get along!

The canteen-owner can be tight-fisted,

but he's the president of the club.

The canteen's also our recreation center.

And our office of public affairs.

This newspaper says that...

the Korean war is the fiercest war yet.

If they fought it here,

near our home, and our mine...

we'd all be filthy rich by now! / And why is that?

Because they're shooting up everything in sight

and they're using lead bullets to do it.

Our mine is a lead mine, right?

So if we wouldn't get rich, who would?

Sometimes, the canteen is our courthouse as well.

This sure as hell is a dinky little mine.

Mine might be small...

but the people here aren't!

What's that?

This mine ain't so big.

But the miners here are plenty big enough.

What's so big about digging a little hole in the ground?

You might use a 10-Baht shovel to dig your holes...

but we use a 10-Million-Baht dredger to dig ours.

Yeah, that's right!

But the canteen's most important function...

is to serve as our casino.

And the canteen-boss is its owner,

doorman,

and dealer of the cards.

The hottest games here are

"guessing the number of seeds inside the durian" game,

Ok, pay up, pay up.

The "smashing the sardine can" game,

Will he break it or not?

Break it! Break it!

Pay the dealer! Pay the dealer!

The "guessing the number of lines on

the mangosteen" game,

Pay the dealer!

500 grams for 2 Baht.

Place a bet.

700 grams.

700 grams? Ok.

The "guessing the weight of the milk can" game,

500 Grams! 500 Grams!

And the "guessing the height of the candle" game.

It's 7.9 cm!

No, it's 8!

You looked at it sideways that's why!

Brother, one shot of whisky.

Pien's wife's giving birth...

but the baby's still not out. Stillborn, you think?

Okay, let's bet on it.

Is the baby dead or alive?

Place your bets!

Alive! / Dead for sure!

Hey! Take this.

The canteen was also like a sanitarium...

when I needed a cure for my homesickness.

What?

Catch the thieves

tonight at 3 a.m.

Catch the thieves.

Me?

Hurry!

Make it snappy! Hurry it up!

Kong?! Are you the one stealing our tin?

Well, I wouldn't put it that way... Hold on.

Hey, what are you waiting for? Get a move on!

What are you afraid of?

Move it!

Stop right there. That stuff's not going anywhere!

On behalf of the Boss, I order everything's back to the dredger!

Hey, you'd better keep in mind who's in charge here!

Oh, you're the senior man here alright...

But this is an order direct from the Boss.

Yeah? And what country is he from?

And which country is yours?

This is Thai tin.

And the land you're standing on is Thailand.

The tin beneath Thailand belongs to Thai people!

What about the dredger, the other machines?

They belong to the Boss, don't they?

And the wages you get paid, who pays them?

Who hired you to work here?

What kind of a**hole steals from the man

who puts a roof over their head?!

If you love that foreigner so much,

try and stop me if you can.

Go suck your bottle and power your ass.

Loving that foreigner has made you a baby.

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