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Life's like a game of chess.
We hope to checkmate in life,
but many times, life checkmates us instead.
The question is would you accept defeat so easily?
My name's Tay.
And these four are
Beat, Khung,
Zoe,
and Wen.
We're not friends, not family. We don't even know each other well.
But today we have the same mission.
We will go out and pull off one of the craziest
and most dangerous plans.
We'll make possible
an impossible mission.
Son of a bitch! Watch where you're going!
I don't want to spoil it.
But one of us won't make it back alive.
Or is it two of us?
Why don't you guess who won't make it?
Rushing to your dad's funeral? I'm the real deal! I dare you to fight me!
I'll smack your stupid face. Come back! Shit!
Hey, wait up.
-I'm coming for all of you. -Hey, don't run away from me! Fuck you!
That is Pie, a cheerleader from Liberal Arts.
I once dated her for a while.
Even if it was just for a few months, it felt like I was in heaven.
That's right.
I crash-landed hard
on harsh reality.
-Take this. -Okay.
Thank you.
What?
The reality in which
I'm just a perennial loser.
INTER-UNIVERSITY CHESS COMPETITION
SECOND PLACE
GET RICH LIKE A CHAMP
I'm a fourth-year business student living off the government's student loan.
I'm like most young adults.
I was born and grew up in a society in which the rich only get richer.
They have everything and can get anything they want.
Meanwhile, the poor become poorer and poorer
till they eventually lose everything.
I share the dream of other poor people, who make up this country's majority.
I dream of getting rich…
so I can finally escape the reality of my life.
Actually,
I'm so close to achieving my dream.
I can feel it every 16 days.
Mom, I'm leaving.
Okay.
This is my mom, Toi.
I want to introduce you to her more than anyone else.
Darling.
-Hey! -Don't go, darling.
Darling! Don't leave me.
Please!
PAVILION OF SADNESS
Darling.
Well, as you've seen, my dad left my mom while she was still pregnant with me.
All he left us was just
a shitty memory.
Then my mom drank to console herself.
WHITY
But she picked the wrong drinks.
-BEST SUPER CLEAN -WHITY BATHROOM CLEANER
First you drank an acidic liquid,
then an alkaline one, so they canceled each other out.
You're very lucky.
What?
And also…
Congratulations!
It's a boy.
What?
It seemed like God didn't want us to die so easily.
My mom told me that the moment she saw my face,
she had a spark of inspiration.
So she moved on from being extremely poor in Nong Khai
to being averagely poor in Bangkok.
Get your lottery tickets here.
She soon became the number one lottery hawker in the Si Phraya area.
Her business is both offline and online.
Not to brag, but her business was booming.
You want tickets ending in 12?
Singles or sets?
Sure, I'll save them for you.
Hey, Tay, put the comic down
and watch your step, or you'll fall into the water, okay?
It looked like life for mom and me was getting better and better.
We even managed to get a house.
Hey, stop looking at your phone.
Watch your step, or you'll fall into a pit.
You've never learned. Go and put away the food.
Even though the door…
Fuck.
often comes loose,
Shit.
and the water leaks.
-Tay. -Yeah?
-Jeez, clean your ears. -Right.
And cockroaches share our living space.
-Shit! -What?
-Jeez. No! -Mom!
Jeez!
Mom.
Despite all that, we were happy.
But it seemed like… God wasn't done with us.
BANGKOK… A CITY OF GOOD LIFE
Mom dislocated her hip,
so she started working at home, sewing clothes for a living.
Hello, ma'am.
-Hello, ma'am. -I brought your clothes.
My son helped me sew these too.
Lovely.
I had to take over mom's business of selling dreams
every day after school and on weekends.
-Girl, look! -Gosh!
The lottery guy is so handsome.
-Take photos! -He really is!
MOM
Yes?
I just wanted to tell you not to sell the set of five ending in 69.
Last night, my clients paid for four of them already.
FIVE TICKETS, 30 MILLION BAHT, 1 NOVEMBER 2022
For each draw, I always put away one ticket for ourselves.
hoping that my dream will come true, in one draw or another, some day.
Ouch!
Mom!
What happened?
Tay, watch out.
Boss Chye was kind enough to give you a loan.
But you've missed the due date.
Well… the sewing machine broke, so I had to get it fixed.
Please let me pay later.
You're already three months overdue.
You intend to cheat!
You need an attitude readjustment.
No!
What the fuck?
A noble son, huh?
Sing "Value of Mom's Milk."
-Hey! -Hey!
He has an iron.
I can see that.
-Shit! -Hey!
You think you're Iron Man?
Asshole. You're going to get it!
He has a fan.
I can see that.
Asshole, you were Iron Man, but now you're Electric Fan Man.
Well!
Dang, is the power out in your house?
No, Toi.
I forgot to pay the bill.
Mom!
Run, Mom!
Tay, run!
-Tay! -Jeez, you old bitch!
-What? -Tay, run! Don't worry about me!
Go! Get out of here, son!
Shit! What a fuss!
Fuck! Why don't they get new stairs? This is worse than climbing down Everest.
Shit.
You love running?
Be kind to my old lungs, eh?
-Dude! -What the hell do you want?
Hey.
There you are.
-Sir? -Are you selling lottery tickets?
You got number 28?
Number 28.
-Well… -My wife wants her lucky numbers.
We've looked for them everywhere.
She's giving me a headache.
How many do you have with 28?
-Okay. -Let's take a look.
How much for one?
-Eighty baht. -Come on, don't lie.
No one sells them for 80 now.
They all sell them for 120 each.
Come on.
A hundred and twenty. Here's all I have.
Okay, I'm off.
Wait. Hey!
You are…
Jeez, it's on the tip of my tongue.
Hey…
Sorry, I mistook you for someone else.
Sorry. It's all good.
-No problem. -Let's go.
Back to our round. I'm glad I got the ticket for my wife.
Let's go.
You prick.
-Hey! -Take that!
Your house has nothing of value.
I'll take your lottery tray then.
I'm not sure what was more painful.
Was it when Mee hit me,
or was it when he said my house had nothing of value at all?
How could I tell Mom,
without shocking her that Mee's gang took our lottery tray?
But then something more shocking followed.
Tay!
-Hey! -What's up, Mom?
The jackpot has been announced!
-And? -Look.
Number 197469 hit the jackpot?
Right!
-Don't tell me… -Damn right!
We sold the winning tickets!
Yes!
The jackpot!
I've sold lottery tickets for years.
I never thought any of them would hit the jackpot!
I'll take your lottery tray then.
I'm so damn happy!
From now on, we'll sell out all our tickets!
Wait.
We should make a banner.
"We Sell Jackpot-Winning Tickets Here!"
Wait.
If we sold four tickets,
then there's one ticket left.
Hey, Tay, did you keep the fifth ticket, or did you sell it to anyone?
Did you keep it?
-Well? -I kept it.
Really?
So we've won the jackpot too!
Dang! I won the jackpot! Do you hear me?
Six million baht! We're rich!
Hey, I'll buy a new house and pay off the loan shark.
I'll treat the whole neighborhood to pork hot pot, all right?
Six million! My God! I'm rich!
Hey. What's wrong? Aren't you happy?
You're so happy, I can see your goosebumps!
Six million! Can you believe it, Dang?
What's wrong, Tay?
What? Aren't you happy?
Mom… please don't be shocked.
Why should I? We hit the jackpot.
-The thing is… -Yeah?
The lottery tickets.
What about them?
Mee's gang took them all.
Where are we going, Mom?
Let's run before the customers who bought our tickets come!
Why run?
Are you daft?
If they know, they'll come after us for the winning tickets!
We just talk to them nicely…
You go talk with them. I won't! I'll be gone!
-Oh no. -Oh no.
Remember what I said at the start?
This guy is Wen.
Action!
Wen's birth name was Prachuab.
But he changed it to Jesdaporn to honor his acting idol.
Wen dreams of becoming a famous actor.
But
the best roles he's played are…
Then came the big day
when he got to play the hero's friend and had a whopping four lines of dialogue.
"From here to New Delhi, not a soul has never heard of me!"
"I've been a thug since your dad was wearing diapers."
"From here to New Delhi, not a soul has never heard of me!"
"I've been a thug since…"
Wen, the director wants to rewrite your lines.
Okay.
Cut!
Great! Scene!
Moving on! Clear the set!
No umbrellas for you!
Auntie Toi!
Why did you do this to me?
I've bought from you hundreds of times! You've earned so much money from me.
Now I've hit the jackpot, and you're fleecing me?
This is Khung.
Everyone says he looks like the Olympian boxer, Somjit Jongjohor.
Except for the hair,
the giant mole,
and… the boxing skills.
NEW STAR, POBCHOKE
Khung is actually not very old.
But he started boxing when he was 12, so at 32, he looks way older than his age.
He won two fights in a row and lost every match ever since.
He has never won again.
He dreams of winning for the third time.
But that dream seems to be running far away from him.
Hey! Driver, wait!
With just one tablet,
our Amazing Drain Attacker will unclog and clean your toilet right away.
Your toilet will feel as good as new.
You'll always feel happy whenever you take a dump.
Khung tells everyone he works in an office
specializing in improving household cash flow.
Now we wait a moment.
Don't worry.
It's the standard operating procedure.
There it is.
You see that?
That's all it takes.
What?
BREAKING NEWS
Let me give you a vivid description.
His face was hit by a shitload of shit.
Some of the turds entered his lungs.
My gosh, he could get a blood infection!
I'm not fleecing you. The mafia took my lottery tray.
Well, get it back, ma'am.
This woman is Zoe.
Good afternoon, dear customers.
Today, we'll unveil our new top-of-the-line model.
Our fermented fish sauce… gosh, let me be honest with you.
It's so hot and tasty, you'll forget your hot husband!
Our Amazing Bra is really amazing.
It lifts and accentuates your boobs,
making them bouncy just like this!
Zoe says she can sell every product from chili pounders to submarines.
But the only thing she's not selling is…
Shit!
Are you part of the car package? If you are, I'll wire the cash right now.
Help me! This pervert grabbed my butt!
-Help me! -Easy, girl! Easy!
Easy my ass, motherfucker!
Did you go easy when you grabbed my butt? You nearly tore my panties off, asshole!
Such a bitch.
Stop right there! Don't run away! Stop! We haven't settled this!
-It was just a little touch! -Little? Bullshit. Come here!
Zoe and Zeven's parents left them, and their grandma raised them.
When Grandma passed away, Zoe became both sister and mom to Zeven.
The ball is blue.
Yeah? What's that other color in English?
Pink.
Pink!
Zoe's dream is to go to Korea to have a boob job.
She believes big boobs will help get her more work
and more money to take better care of her brother with.
Jeez, I don't care how hard it is!
You have to get the tickets back somehow because they belong to me.
And to me too. It's six million!
Why don't we all just go to them
and tell them, "Those tickets are ours, assholes!"
Sounds good!
But if they find out there are winning tickets in the tray,
they'll never give it back.
Right.
Then we go to the police.
Sounds good!
What's with you?
Do you have to comment on everything? If you have nothing to add, shut up!
We go to the police.
-But… -No buts.
This is a matter of life and death.
-I'll go to the cops myself. -Yeah.
THE PEOPLE'S POLICE STATION
-Please make way. -Excuse me.
What happened?
Jued was a soccer betting addict.
He placed bets with underground bookmakers.
They fleeced him, and he got angry.
So he told the police.
The police raided the bookmakers.
Well, they ran for their lives.
Have the police caught anyone?
Look, this cop died before Jued did.
Shit!
Really?
Shit, if we get the tickets back, but then those assholes kill us,
count me out.
Hey, what if we sneak into their lair and take them without them knowing it?
Sounds good?
Not at all.
Boss Chye's factory has 24-hour security guards.
At night,
the gate is tightly secured.
And there are security cameras watching every corner.
But there's something worse than the CCTV and guards.
The thing is
the grilled chicken vendor there told me
that last year, two drug addicts
tried to burgle the factory in the New Year break.
You know what happened?
They got electrocuted and died right on that wall.
We're done eating. Let's go. It's so damn scary.
I don't care.
You have one day to sort this out. I'll come back tomorrow.
Her name is Beat.
I have never met her before.
But her eyes are so oddly sad that they captivate me.
That night, I stayed awake, wondering what to do.
Suddenly, I had an idea.
It sounded fucking ridiculous, but we had nothing to lose.
I decided to try it.
Sir, it's Subdistrict Chief Chang we're talking about here.
Exactly. You win some, you lose some.
I've heard about Boss Chye.
Sure.
But I set out to gather more intel on him.
The guards won't let anyone enter the factory unless you work there…
…or bring fighting cocks to let Boss Chye estimate their worth.
Only boxing gamblers can get in there.
Anyone else has no chance.
How many do you want?
But I go into the factory all the time.
Really? How come?
I deliver food like rice and noodles to the boxing gamblers.
Millions change hands every night in there.
No kidding? You saw with your own eyes?
Of course.
Three thousand, okay?
Small-time gamblers pay downstairs.
But big gamblers pay upstairs.
-How much? -Forty baht.
-I'll be back. -Okay.
Boss, here's to settle my 1.5 million debt.
Cash, gold, and all the valuables are kept in that office.
Doe, put this away.
Yes, sir.
What are you doing here?
Nothing. Just hanging.
Put Boss's amulet away.
Can you lend me some money?
Forty baht.
What? Again? You're always doing this.
Your 40 baht.
Okay. Thanks.
Why are you asking?
You don't look like a boxing gambler.
Where is he?
Sorry. Forgot this.
Once I had enough intel, I put it together with my plan.
KHUNG, WEN
ZOE, BEAT
KHUNG, WEN, TAY, BEAT, ZOE
Are you sure your plan is going to work?
No.
What?
-Then what's the point? -Yeah.
To get back our tickets
and get back our six million baht,
so we can go realize all our dreams.
Are you nuts?
You think you're Tom Cruise?
That movie, Mission Impossible,
was made in Hollywood, okay?
This is real life, all right?
Si Phraya is our real life. Right, kid?
-I'll do it. -See? The girl agrees with you.
Wait. What?
-What? -I'm in. I'll follow your plan.
Well, we can't waltz in there and ask them nicely.
We can't go to the police. We can't just burgle the place.
So why don't we try this plan?
Even if it sounds ridiculous, stupid, and impossible,
it's still better than sitting around and arguing like this.
NEW STAR, POBCHOKE BUFFALO BRIDGE, WINS TWO MATCHES IN A ROW
WATER FOR STARS
WATER FOR EXTRAS
EXTRA 2
Hey.
No records, no plate.
Is it okay?
Perfect.
-But do you have it in gold? -What?
No more! I'm scared!
Don't run! Let me remove your mole first!
Here.
-What's this? -A million baht.
Huh?
But only 100,000 baht of it is real.
-What? -The rest of the bills are fake.
Wen borrowed them from the movie prop department.
And where did you get the 100,000 baht?
Khung borrowed it from the soccer betting mafia.
We'll mix real and fake money to fool Boss Chye.
Cool, right?
Stop smiling.
It's getting more and more outrageous.
What you plan to do is not as easy as your chess game.
In chess,
if you lose, you just start a new game.
But with this plan,
if Boss Chye catches you,
you're dead.
Your plan
is way too absurd!
And what's not absurd in this world, Mom?
The fact that we were born poor, that you fell into a manhole,
or that Dad abandoned us?
It doesn't matter how many gods you pray to.
Our lives won't get any better.
The world is absurd.
But we should live in this absurd world
with six million baht in our pockets.
Our plan begins with
Zoe playing the role of a sexy secretary.
So… how sexy must I be?
I need your maximum degree of sexiness!
Who do I have to be the secretary to?
COUNCILOR BOSS
Wen's acting skills
will trap Boss Chye for us.
Can we see Boss Chye?
Upstairs, please.
Shut up.
Saengchai.
I'm working.
Hi, I'm Provincial Councilor Boss.
I see. Yes, Mr. Councilor?
I'm here
because I want some fireworks for my wife's birthday.
Mr. Councilor
has to be gangster-like!
What kind of fireworks?
Hey!
I deserve the biggest ones!
I'll pay any price!
The biggest I've provided costed over a million.
He's also hot-tempered.
Don't insult me! I'll spend millions if necessary!
But also a drama king.
My wife loves fireworks.
She's dying of terminal cancer.
My dear wife!
The first time, it took one of her boobs.
A few years later, it took the other one.
Both boobs are gone.
Can you imagine
how lonely my hands have been?
My dear wife…
But you must still keep the anger.
Fuck you, cancer!
Why didn't you take my boobs instead?
I'd have thrown in my balls for free, asshole!
And the sorrow.
Why don't you take me instead?
Why not me?
Why not?
And aggression.
Son of a bitch!
You can hurt my wife,
but you can't hurt me!
More sorrow.
Then aggression.
-Fuck you, cancer! -Then sorrow.
Why not?
-Then aggressive. -Is he bipolar?
You have fun directing me, huh?
Look, I'll play him as a smooth criminal.
Serene but ruthless beneath
mixed with very handsome looks.
I heard you host underground fights with no rules here.
You take huge bets every Friday, right?
You must have been misinformed.
This is a firework factory.
I only sell fireworks.
Before you lie any further,
allow me to unveil my boxer to you first.
Somjit Jongjohor?
Who'd fall for that? Only idiots would believe it.
Your fighter is really something.
Okay.
I'll match my fighter against him.
The fight is on Friday.
You'll get fireworks for your wife
plus a high-stakes fight you can bet on.
Deal.
Shit. They really are idiots.
Ta-da!
Here's your uniform.
Right, let me close up the shop.
Okay.
Wanna get ice cream?
Yeah, let's go.
Want me to help?
No, it's done.
What are you looking at?
I just realized the lottery results came out two days ago.
Maybe there's a winning ticket in there.
Shall we check?
-Hey! -Hey!
Put away Boss's fighting cock and stuff, then get out.
Come on, let's go.
I don't get it. Why do you seem so scared of Sek?
He's younger than us and looks pretty harmless.
Take that.
You're new here.
If you knew him, you wouldn't dare say that.
Boss Chye assigns different jobs to his workers.
We look after the factory,
collect debts, take boxing bets…
But as for Sek, when he's not fixing the boss's cars…
he's assigned to do special jobs.
What's that?
This.
Bang!
Seriously?
You know the room full of concrete slabs where he fixes engines?
They say… beneath those slabs
are Sek's "special jobs."
Fuck! Scary shit!
Fuck! When did he get here?
Amazing, right?
Ten-baht ice cream… but with a million-baht view.
Sometimes I wonder who lives on the top floor of those buildings.
Certainly not someone we know or someone we've ever met.
I'd love to know how they spend their days.
Have they had to deal with sad shit like we do
and face shitty lives like ours?
One of those living up there
could be the one who's made my dad the way he is now.
My mom told me about your dad. I'm sorry.
Dude, what happened?
This goddamn sports car hit the locksmith at his stall.
Jeez, the car is so wrecked. Will the locksmith survive?
When I see my dad's condition at the hospital,
it hurts.
But what hurt me even more was when I saw him laugh.
Thank you for settling this for me.
I thought about getting back at him.
Please thank your dad for us, Mr. Great.
I wanted him to feel the pain that we felt.
-Hi. -Hi there.
Have you eaten something?
But I couldn't even lay a finger on him.
Since my dad went to the hospital,
he's never visited my dad,
or… spoken to me, or apologized to me.
In fact… he probably doesn't even know
who the guy he hit is and what his daughter looks like.
I hope the six million
will be enough to hire a good lawyer
who will throw that rich asshole in jail.
But I also know…
that no matter how much I spend on a lawyer,
the son of a bitch will outspend me and get an even better lawyer.
And no matter how much money I have,
my dad will never wake up to talk to me.
But at least… it's good to give it a go, right?
What's that?
Whenever I'm sad, I whistle this tune.
And… when you're happy?
Come on. Let's get back our six million.
To the ridiculous and improbable plan.
Let's call the whole thing off and run.
Too late.
Hello, everyone.
Gosh, I love your style, Mr. Councilor.
Wanna borrow some loincloths?
Your fighter is on in ten minutes.
I hope you're all set.
I'm new here. I don't wanna shock you with my bet size.
One million baht.
It's yours if your fighter wins.
A million baht.
But only 100,000 baht of it is real.
We'll mix real and fake money to fool Boss Chye.
No need to count.
I'll take your word for it.
If my fighter loses,
you'll get my fireworks to let your wife enjoy for free.
Aren't you gonna show us your boxer?
Khung, where are you going? Stop!
-I'm running away, of course. -Khung, stop!
Let me go!
Stop right there!
What's going on? You can't run away now!
If not now, when?
That's Rodtung, the Iron Man!
Who?
The Iron Man, the MMA champion. He knocked out all his opponents!
Brutal kicks! Killer punches!
Tay's plan is a long shot. But one thing's for sure.
If I fight with the Iron Man,
I'm fucking dead.
Maybe he's a fake Iron Man. Like you're a fake Somjit.
Gosh, you're a genius. I should have thought of that.
This country is full of pirated copies.
Fake, my ass!
Who'd fake it like us? That's the real Iron Man.
-Jeez! -Stop it, Khung.
Didn't you say you wanted another chance in the ring?
Now you're wimping out just because of this?
If you run away now, you'll have to run away forever.
Your chance is right here.
You gotta take it.
Don't forget who you are!
You're not Khung the Loser.
You're not Pobchoke Buffalo Bridge!
But you are
Somjit, the Olympic gold medalist!
I'm Somjit!
You're Somjit!
I'm Somjit!
You're Somjit!
I'm Somjit!
You're Somjit Jongjohor!
I'm Somjit Jongjohor!
Shut the fuck up!
Stop with this bullshit!
You can never psych me up!
What if I can give you some "holy help" to win?
What?
What the fuck is this?
Boxers all need a dramatic entrance.
It's not my fucking wedding.
Bitch! Stop sprinkling! It's all over my face and in my damn eyes!
What are you waiting for?
Go!
I hope you're ready.
The Sacred Lip Balm blessed by Venerable Yam of Yamnok Temple.
A super rare talisman.
People would pay four million for this tiny tin, I swear.
Amazing stuff.
It was blessed on the fifth day with five earthly elements.
The holiest balm since our first dynasty.
It makes you invulnerable to attacks,
Not even 50 kicks in the neck can hurt you.
It's been passed down from generation to generation.
Put it on, bro. I guarantee its superpower.
The rule is there are no rules.
Freestyle fighting.
If you're knocked down and can't get up, you lose, all right?
I'm not gonna lose!
Just go home now!
Don't make me make you cry!
-Damn it, just fight! -Oops.
Sorry, sir.
Yeah! Hey, throw a straight punch!
Focus! Come on!
Yeah! Always on target.
Always on… damn it, bitch!
Stop sprinkling those already!
Go for him! Do it!
Don't lose your rhythm!
Yeah! Again!
Get him!
Peekaboo!
Jeez!
Peekaboo!
-What? -C'mon!
What the hell?
Good.
The Ball-Grabbing Monkey Move!
-Good! -Good!
Your little punches can't hurt me!
Damn! The "Holy Balm" is fucking amazing!
"Holy Balm," my ass. It's just normal lip balm.
What?
What? I got it from a convenience store.
Sorry, time out.
-More lip balm! -Give him more lip balm!
C'mon!
-Jeez! -Jeez!
Damn, isn't he tired?
Don't back out! Go!
That's it! Yeah!
Zoe… activate "Operation Bear Trap."
Go get him!
Left hook!
Yeah!
Get him. Quicker. Come on!
Don't you want to watch the fight?
Not anymore.
I want to watch something else.
Come.
You like it rough?
So do I.
Slap me again.
What?
Again?
I see.
There!
Again.
Enough!
Now it's my turn.
What?
Good. That's it!
Back away. Yeah!
Good! That's it.
That's it. Yeah! On your guard! Just like that!
Good! That's it! Good job.
Good! On your guard!
The keys! Where are they?
We're screwed.
Why did you stop?
I'm hurting so good…
Fucking hell, it's pure bliss to meet a kindred soul!
What the fuck?
Shit!
Why did you hit me?
Fuck me.
It was dark.
Toi's son?
What are you doing here?
Damn.
What now?
You tried to hit me?
Wait. Are you two…
Fuck, the lotteries!
Shit!
-Hey! -Hey!
Your lip balm is truly holy! I don't feel anything now!
Best lip balm since our first dynasty.
Great!
The Monkey Devours the Shin!
Loser!
You can't be a boxer!
Wimp!
Go back to selling your stupid toilet cleaner!
Fraud!
I'm not a toilet cleaner salesman.
I'm a boxer, damn it!
That's the referee, dumbass!
What? Was I dreaming?
Jeez, I shouldn't have woken up!
What took you so long?
Long story. Come on.
Now, we have to make an important move.
TAY, BEAT
We're fucked.
Shit.
What's that?
You're so stupid.
It's a fingerprint lock.
What now?
Let's hope it works.
Hey!
What? There's no key for this cabinet.
Shit! Again?
Beat,
it's time to show off your locksmith skills.
Hit him!
IS THE OLYMPIAN REALLY AT YOUR RING? TAKE A LOOK AT THIS LINK.
And we're back with our special guest who's come to chat with us today.
Please welcome Somjit Jongjohor!
Assholes.
-Shit. -Shit.
Where's the lottery tray?
Hey, order more drinks. Stir mine for me too.
The fingerprint
and the key for the cabinet.
Don't forget my cut.
-Where is it? -You prick!
-Mee! -Hey!
Great!
Boss, look.
What?
Today, dear viewers, I'll tell you everything.
-Right. -I use this product on my hair. See?
It looks thick, black, and shiny.
-My face looks younger too. -So true.
We can confirm right here, right now, that…
LIVE 1.7K
Don't run. Fight back!
Son of a bitch!
Yes. Keep him at bay. Good. That's it. Way to go. Super!
That's my boy.
Did you lie to me?
Lie about what?
Mr. Lip Filler over there
is not Somjit Jongjohor.
What? Who told you that? Of course he's Somjit.
Khung!
I see.
So his name's Khung?
And you,
are you really a Councilor?
Will you tell me nicely, or should I make you cry first?
Jeez!
What the hell?
The lottery tray! It's mine!
It's mine!
Your little kicks can't hurt my ripped body!
I've been working out.
Fuck! Who kicked me?
It was me! What the fuck are you waiting for? Run!
Leave me!
Follow them!
Shit.
Fuck, you caught me off guard. I had no time to flex my face!
It hurts. I love it.
-I'm sorry. -Stop right there!
You love protecting women, right?
Enough!
Shit.
-Hey! -What?
What happened to my face?
It's a convex mirror.
-It's mine! -It's mine!
-Let go! It's mine! -It's mine!
Hey, you!
Your trick is too basic for me!
For fuck's sake!
How about this trick?
The electrocution trick!
It worked.
Let's go!
Run!
Are you okay?
Why didn't you use the taser before?
I forgot.
Hey.
Are you okay?
Shall we proceed?
Yeah, let's go.
-I'm tired. -Where are you going?
-What? -This way! Hurry!
-It's mine! -It's mine!
It's mine!
Hey, what's that?
You can't fool me.
I won't look… because I'm not a fool!
Fool!
What the fuck?
Stop!
Please. Let me pass out in peace.
Hey there.
Hi.
Hey.
-You got it? -Fuck!
-What happened to your face? -Later! Let's deal with this first!
FIVE TICKETS, 30 MILLION BAHT
Here it is… our set of five!
Thirty million.
Our money.
-Come on. -Come on.
Shit!
What's the hurry?
I think you have to sort it out with my boss first.
Why are you in here?
You risk your lives for this lottery tray?
Is it worth it?
Or maybe that tray has…
Give me the tray.
Give me the tray!
Is it about time?
Perhaps…
Our plan can fall apart at any moment.
So we need a Plan B just in case.
Give it to me!
-Shit! -Shit!
Nice shot!
None of you shitheads
will make it out of here alive!
PARKING BEHIND THE SHRINE
Shit.
What should we do? Our car is blocked.
Let's take that one.
Which one? I can't see shit!
-Your face barely looks human now. -Come on! Go!
Hurry!
Close the doors!
Tay, how do you know this car has a key in it?
Jeez!
Here it is.
Hey.
-Shit. -The guard and the gate.
What now?
Just run into it, Wen.
Sure. I've always wanted to do this scene.
Fuck! Why is it not like in the movies?
We're fucked. The gate is still standing.
They're going to kill us.
No, they'll torture us first.
Jeez!
What are you waiting for?
Okay!
Get out now.
Damn. We made it.
FACTORY STORE
Doe.
You bit the hands that fed you.
You brought me trouble and betrayed me by stealing my stuff.
Boss, please don't kill me.
I have to take care of my grandma. She can't live without me.
I won't kill you.
At least, you brought me the jackpot.
Give me the tray!
FIVE TICKETS, 30 MILLION BAHT
-Mee. -Yes, Boss.
Nobody will take care of your grandma now.
-Hey! -What? Wen!
-Wen! -What?
-Hey! -Wen.
-What's wrong? -Wen?
Were you shot?
Let me look at the wound.
Hang in there. Don't worry.
We'll take you to the hospital.
-Let me see. -Hang in there.
You know,
This is the first time I feel so proud of being shot.
Though there's no camera to record it…
I feel…
I feel I have so much value.
-Beat. -Yeah?
I give you my share.
Use it for your dad's treatment.
No, I won't accept it.
Don't say that!
Why do I feel so damn cold?
Wen.
Where did the light go?
Hey, Wen!
I'm so sleepy.
Wen, you prick.
What are you babbling about? You have no wounds.
What?
Look. You weren't shot.
I wasn't shot?
-Exactly! -Exactly!
What the fuck is wrong with you?
What the fuck is with me?
Jeez.
Oh, I wrapped the loincloths too tightly until I couldn't breathe, so I fainted.
-Good grief. -Hey, Beat.
Yeah?
About my offer to give your dad money… deal cancelled, okay?
The last thing we have to do is to pack up our belongings,
go our separate ways
as far away as possible,
and pray that we're all safe and get to spend our lottery money.
Hey.
I hate goodbyes.
Be safe, everyone.
And send news of where you guys are.
Okay?
Khung.
-I may have disrespected you in the past. -Yeah.
What I want to say is
I'm not sorry.
Fuck you. So why did you bring it up?
It fits the mood.
But I hate being sentimental. It ain't cool.
Tay!
Mom!
Sek,
you'll need more cement this time.
It won't be just two bodies,
but eight.
Give me the tickets.
Let my mom go first.
You think you can negotiate?
Wake up already.
Hand them over!
Tay!
Sorry, everyone.
-Tay! -Tay!
-Be careful, son! -Be careful!
Stop! No!
Stop!
Don't!
Let go!
Push it down.
What?
It's still here.
Remember I told you one of us wouldn't get through this alive?
Now, can you guess which one?
Mom!
-Mom! -Auntie Toi…
No… Mom…
Mom…
No… Mom…
Hang in there.
Mom.
Remember, we're just ordinary people.
So it's possible
that Plan B is not enough.
We'll need a Plan C just in case.
And it has to be a chess piece that's as ruthless.
SOCCER GAMBLING BOOKMAKERS
Damn!
-Auntie Toi… -Auntie Toi…
Mom.
Well, that was close, you lucky bastards.
I'll take this as a payment for your 100,000-baht loan.
The rest is the fee for saving you, you, you, and all your lives!
Okay?
Mom… don't take it off.
Be strong, Mom.
We'll get to the hospital soon. The doctor will take care of you.
Mom!
Tay.
Don't say anything now.
Wait till you get better, and we'll talk, okay, Mom?
Do you know
what I ask from the gods when I pray?
I ask for nothing.
I just thank the gods.
I thank them…
for letting you be born as my son.
You often said
that there's nothing valuable in our house.
You're wrong.
You
are the most valuable thing
in my life.
We don't have to be richer.
We don't need more good luck.
Just having you…
is good enough for me.
And what do you want to do with the six million baht?
It's simple. I'll buy a new house for Mom.
I want her to have a more beautiful and more comfortable one.
I don't want her to break her back sewing or selling lottery tickets in the heat.
Why are you smiling?
You sound like such a good son.
Nah. That's an overstatement.
But I think you would understand this too.
The equation of life is quite simple.
How?
"Someone we love is happy" equals "us being happy."
It's that simple.
That's true.
How's Mom, Doctor?
She's safe now.
She's safe?
Thank you, Doctor.
Come over here. I'll teach you a lesson! Go ahead. Hit me!
Wake up!
Okay, I'm awake!
Tay's mom is safe now.
Mom narrowly survived,
though she was hospitalized for over a month.
And since it was a fatal gunfight, we were interrogated by the police.
We told them everything,
Our absurd heist plan was, therefore, revealed.
In the end, Boss Chye's firework factory shut down.
The police are still hunting for him for his many crimes.
But what the police and everyone else didn't know was
that our five lottery tickets weren't lost during the shoot-out that night.
The soccer mafia took them.
But we never thought of revealing that secret to anyone.
It's like we all realized on the night we were held at gunpoint
that sometimes even six million baht has less value than us being alive,
even if our lives are the same old crappy ones we had before.
Hey, I get it.
But I still regret losing my six million.
No new boobs for me.
Wait!
Let's plan to get our cash from the soccer betting mafia.
What?
Enough! May that ludicrous act
happen only once in our lives!
Or shall we sell that truck and split the money?
You're nuts, Tay! How much can we sell that scrap metal for?
How little will we get?
True.
But holding shit is better than holding farts.
True!
What the…
What?
Hey, it's the fighting cock from Boss Chye's office.
Don't tell me that on top of getting money from selling the truck,
we'll also get to eat chicken boiled in fish sauce?
Wait a second.
4 MILLION BAHT CHAMP
Holy shit!
TOP FIGHTING COCKS
What now?
I hope I'm right…
RED DRAGON, WORTH THREE MILLION
-Holy crap! I'm right! -I don't know what the fuck you're saying!
-Just spill it! -Yeah.
I knew I'd seen this necklace before.
Don't tell me that's a real diamond necklace!
Forget the necklace.
-What? -I meant the fighting cock!
-Look! -The fighting cock?
SAENGCHAI, WORTH EIGHT MILLION BAHT!
-Fuck me! -Fuck me!
-We're rich! -We're rich!
It turned out that this fighting cock is an A-list champion!
It has won so many tough matches.
And most importantly, it's worth eight million baht!
Khung sold the fighting cock to the soccer mafia.
We split the money and began to pursue our dreams.
Khung opened a boxing camp in his hometown, Chai Nat.
After his match with the Iron Man, he doesn't need to fight anyone else
to exorcise his demons,
so he runs a boxing camp to help others realize their dreams.
Let me say, whoever experienced what I had would be excited too.
He was a real gangster. I was a fake councilor.
-I see. -I see.
Wen got rich and famous as he wished. Always surrounded by admirers.
I haven't received many offers. Just four movies and eight series.
-Gosh! -Gosh!
I don't have time to sleep.
Please watch my film, Hunt for the Lizard Man.
Who do you play in the film?
-Take a guess. -Do you play the lizard?
-Really?
Are you the lizard?
Zoe ditched the boob job and saved money to send Zeven to an international school.
Please welcome the Prime Minister to press the button for the unveiling!
Her boobs may not have grown bigger, but Zoe is still Zoe.
She gets hired to promote major products anyway.
And this is Thailand's new submarine!
When she said she could sell anything from chili pounders to submarines,
she wasn't lying.
LOTTERY, 2 MAY 2023
What about me and my mom?
Hope you get rich.
We returned to live in Nong Khai…
MAMA TOI'S LOTTERY
…and expanded our business of selling dreams every 16 days.
Mom doesn't have to risk falling into manholes anymore.
Any updates on Mr. Great's case?
The court has cleared him of all charges.
He was only guilty of reckless driving, with a suspended sentence.
The case is now closed.
I still check in on Beat often.
She used her money to hire a lawyer to represent her father's case.
But as she told me on the rooftop,
the rich asshole outspent her and hired a better lawyer.
He was cleared of all charges.
Beat's father passed away a few months after that.
It's the reality that fucking hurts.
And I sympathize so much with her.
I'll do your keys in a moment.
Wow! You're better at fish keeping. Your goldfish is much bigger than mine.
Why are you here?
Not to copy keys for sure.
If I asked you to do something else, would you come with me?
Come join me. We have plenty of hot chicks and drugs.
What more do you need?
Why are you so scared? See how I got cleared of all charges?
See you.
Mr. Great?
You seem too comfy.
Now I see how amazing the view from the top is.
That's why no one wants to go back to the slums down there.
Are Wen and the gang ready?
WEN
To the most ridiculous plan. One more time.
The advisory team you requested is here.
Shall I bring them in?
Yes.