(DEEP, RUMBLING PERCUSSIVE MUSIC PLAYS)
ONLY GOD FORGIVES
(DISTANT CROWD CHEERING)
Go.
(TRADITIONAL MUY THAI MUSIC PLAYS)
(CROWD CHEERING)
(SHOUTING IN THAI)
(CROWD CHEERING)
(COUNTING IN THAI)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
(EXCITED CHATTERING)
(BELL DINGS)
(SHOUTS)
My brother's right.
You're a good fighter.
Don't spend it all in one place.
Time to meet the devil.
(ENGINES RUMBLING)
Are those women?
Yeah, 50 percent.
I'm looking for a girl. A young girl.
I want to fuck a 14-year-old.
Only what you see.
Let me ask you a question.
You got a daughter?
Bring her in.
I'll pay you 15,000 baht.
No, no, no. Sorry.
Hello.
Hey, not do like that. Come on.
(GLASS SHATTERS)
(WOMEN SCREAMING)
(FOOTSTEPS ECHOING)
(LIGHTS CLICK OFF)
Hello, sir. Right this way, please.
She's your daughter?
How could you do it?
How could you let this happen?
I didn't do anything.
Now's your chance to do something.
Do what you want.
(DOOR LOCKS)
(RAIN PATTERING)
(MAN GRUNTING) (BLOWS THUDDING)
Come with me.
I'm sorry. My apologies. Please don't kill me.
What are you sorry for?
You were there. You know what I did. He killed my daughter.
Why did you kill him?
Because he murdered my daughter!
You knew what your daughter was doing. Why didn't you stop her?
How else was I to make ends meet? I have four daughters and no sons.
What else was I supposed to do?
Don't you understand?
My daughter's just been murdered!
This isn't about your dead daughter.
It's about your three living daughters.
This is to make sure you never forget them.
(BLADE SCRAPES, RINGS)
Please. I'll be a better man. No, please don't!
No!
(BLADE SLICES) (SCREAMING)
(WOMAN PANTING SOFTLY)
(GASPING)
(MOANING)
MAN: It's about your brother.
Billy's dead.
(PIANO PLAYS BRIGHT INTRO)
(LOUNGE MUSIC PLAYS)
(SINGING IN THAI)
- Good morning. - I'm checking in.
Wait a moment, please.
I'm afraid the room won't be ready until four o'clock. It's a policy.
Get your manager.
Mr. Manager, could you please come out to the reception?
He'll be here in a minute.
What's your problem?
I have a guest here who'd like to talk to you.
Good morning, madam. How may I help you?
Listen to me.
I have just traveled 10,000 miles
to see the corpse of my first-born son.
I haven't slept in 30 hours,
and this bitch says I can't have my room.
(ELEVATOR DINGS)
MAN: How are you? Keep an eye on things, my child.
CHILD: Mother!
Ask him why he killed my brother.
(IN THAI) Who hired you to kill his brother?
(INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE)
Hello.
- Sorry, I'm late. - Don't worry about it.
- Thank you. - Thank you very much.
- What did she have for dinner? - Soup and rice with chicken.
We have to leave him alone now.
Then how do we make sure he doesn't cause trouble again?
By talking nicely to each other.
Did you miss me?
I missed you so much.
Did you get the guy that did it?
How did you kill him?
I let him go.
Get the door.
WOMAN: Are you out of your fucking mind?
Some cunt killed your brother and you let him go?
It's a little more complicated than that, Mother.
Meaning what, exactly?
Billy raped and killed his 16-year-old girl.
I'm sure he had his reasons.
Now sit!
I know it's hard for you emotionally.
You've lost your brother.
Don't worry.
I'll take care of the yellow nigger who killed my son.
It's too much for you.
Now get up and kiss your mother.
(SHOUTS)
If you ever come back,
I'll kill you.
Is it done?
Yeah.
How's business?
Yeah, it's OK.
I could do with having Billy back, though.
Isn't Julian taking care of everything?
He hasn't told you, has he?
There was someone else involved
when Billy was killed.
Who?
Some cop.
Don't worry.
I'll find him.
And then we'll kill him.
Good.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER, LAUGHTER)
MAN: Who is that?
Maybe he'd like a whisky. Would you like a whisky?
(GROANING)
(GRUNTING)
(GAGGING)
WOMAN: She just don't know what to think.
They don't find him.
(WOMAN SPEAKING THAI)
MAN: Hey, Julian.
The cops want to see you.
What do they want?
Probably money. You want me to ask how much?
No, I'll go.
MAN: You are Julian?
Do you know Choi Yan Lee?
Who?
Your brother killed his daughter.
What's that have to do with me?
Choi Yan Lee was murdered.
When?
Yesterday.
He's not the one.
(BLADE SCRAPES, RINGS)
You can't go around killing cops anymore.
MOTHER: How much do you want?
It's not about the money.
What's in it for me?
I have five kilos of blow arriving Friday.
I need someone to help me move it.
You got any questions, you ask him.
And what about Julian?
Don't worry about Julian.
Are you in or out?
I'm in.
(BLOWING)
(BLADE RINGING)
I'd like you to meet my mother.
I want us to pretend that we're a couple.
Can you do that?
Will you wear this?
So, tell me, Mai, what line of work are you in?
- I'm an entertainer. - An entertainer.
And how many cocks can you entertain
with that cute little cum-Dumpster of yours?
What do you think of his line of work?
I'm not talking about the fag boxing club.
I'm talking about where the money comes from.
You know what he does, right?
He deals drugs, Mai.
Heroin, cocaine... That's where the money comes from.
That's how he can afford to pay you to fuck him.
Oh, great. I'll get the crab. He'll have the spicy chicken.
And May here will have a salad with the dressing on the side.
It's Mai.
I'm sorry.
I apologize for my behavior.
It's just that I'm a little upset.
I have lost my first son.
I'm sorry for that.
Thank you.
It's good to know someone cares.
'Cause I swear to God, sometimes I think Julian hated Billy.
Maybe "hate" is the wrong word.
But you were always jealous of him.
You know the way boys are, May. Competitive.
And what with Billy being the older brother and having a bigger cock...
Julian's was never small, but Billy's was...
Oh, it was enormous.
How can you compete with that?
Billy was everything Julian wanted to be.
Is that not true?
'Cause let me tell you, if the tables were turned,
your brother would have found your killer
and brought me his head on a fucking platter!
And you just sit there thinking he got what he deserved!
Fuck you.
I don't want to talk about it anymore.
Do you mind if I smoke?
You can keep that dress if you want to.
I don't want it.
Why do you let her treat you like that?
(GASPS)
'Cause she's my mother.
Now if you don't want that dress, take it off.
(SCREAMING) Take it off!
(INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE)
(ENGINE REVVING)
(ALARM BLARING IN DISTANCE)
(SIRENS APPROACHING)
(SIZZLING)
(SCREAMING)
Do you know why I'm here?
Yes, I do.
He's the one who planned it.
You can ask him anything.
Mind your own business. No one's asking any questions.
- Yes, sir. - What's your excuse?
I'm not afraid to face the consequences.
I'm just asking you...
...to spare my son.
- It's like I told you. - Mind your own business!
(BLADE SCRAPES, RINGS)
(INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE)
(BLOOD SPATTERING)
(THAI MUSIC PLAYS)
(SINGING IN THAI)
Who the fuck are you?
Get out of my club.
(SONG STOPS)
(SPEAKING THAI) Remember, girls, no matter what happens...
...keep your eyes closed.
And you men...
Take a good look.
Can somebody tell me
what the fuck this cunt is trying to say?
(IN ENGLISH) Who put out the hit?
Go fuck yourself. How about that?
(SCREAMING)
Why?
She said you murdered her son.
She wanted you dead. (SOBBING)
(MAN CONTINUES SOBBING)
(MAN SCREAMING)
Who is she?
(GASPING) Fuck you.
(MAN MOANING)
You can't see what is good for you.
(MOANING)
So it's better you don't see.
(SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING CONTINUES)
You have an opportunity here.
But you're stubborn. You don't listen.
If you don't want to listen,
then stop listening.
(INAUDIBLE SINGING)
(MUFFLED SINGING)
You know who he is?
You wanna fight?
(GASPS)
(GRUNTS)
(GRUNTING)
(BLOWS THUDDING)
(SOFT, RAGGED BREATHING)
When I was pregnant with you...
...it was strange. You were different.
They wanted me to terminate...
...but I wouldn't.
And you're right.
I don't understand you.
And I never will.
(WHISPERS) What have you done?
I fucked up.
I tried to do right by Billy.
And now I'm going to pay.
He's coming after me next,
and I have no one left to protect me.
I know after your father I said I'd never ask you again,
but please, Julian, just this once.
Take care of this for me.
Don't let him hurt me.
Then we can get out of here. We can go home.
I can take care of you.
I can be your mother again.
(BLADE SCRAPES, RINGS)
- Be on guard. - Yes, sir.
(GUNSHOT ECHOES)
Who's going to do the kid?
We're just here for him.
But that's not what she said.
What did she say?
She said to kill them all.
MOTHER: I came here to collect my son's body.
Now that it's been released, my business here in Bangkok is done.
I'm ready to go home.
MAN: When are you leaving? - I was leaving tonight.
And your other son? Is he going with you?
What, Julian?
I haven't had any real contact with Julian since he left America.
But you were there last night.
Yeah.
He's not much of a fighter.
And it breaks my heart to think
that Billy got caught up in the scene here because of him.
Billy was my first son.
We had a very special relationship.
Julian was so jealous.
It was like he was cracked or something.
He had paranoid delusions about us.
And it pains me to say this to you,
as it would pain any mother...
...but he killed his own father with his bare hands.
That's why he had to get out of America.
He's a very dangerous boy.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(GUNFIRE, CARTRIDGES CLATTER)
(BLADE SCRAPES, RINGS)
(BLOOD SPATTERING)
(BLADE SCRAPES, RINGS)
(BLADE SLICING, BLOOD GUSHING)
(WIND WHISTLING)
(BRIGHT MELODY PLAYS)
(SINGING IN THAI)
(SONG ENDS)