We can't live together.
Nena.
Delete it.
You need to stay here for a while, Nena.
I'll figure something out later on.
Why can't you send me back to the US?
It's the foster care money you'll get, isn't it?
The bad news is your mom is dead,
and the good news is
I'm the only relative that you have left.
Bad timing, you know.
I got a lot on my hands to do with...
with my tour business.
Sorry that my mom had to die when you're so busy.
Your dad used to live here,
and he tried to make it in show business,
but he failed.
Okay, Nena, I've got to go.
I'll figure something out later.
So Nena,
how is it in Thailand?
It's like getting hit by a car.
I feel numb, Jamie.
It's like getting hit over and over again.
The first "bam" was when mom died.
The second "bam,"
was when I had to travel over the oceans
to this country that I never really got to know.
Aunt Sue is okay I guess,
but her husband is another story.
He's a creep, you know.
He snuck into my room last night. Can you believe that?
I told Aunt Sue about it,
and guess where I ended up.
Hey, cheer up, Nena.
At least you got Internet connection...
Great, I so fucking love this place.
I miss you so much, Mom and Dad.
SNOOZE FOR 5 MINUTES
I really can't stay here.
Hey. Is it really that bad?
The only good thing about living in this place
is that it kind of feels like I'm living with my parents.
You know, like they're still around.
That's not nearly enough to make me stay in this hellhole.
What are you talking about, Nena?
They're dead.
You mean, like, their ghosts?
Call me crazy,
but it really does feel like that.
Sometimes, I even hear faint heartbeats in my pillow.
Take it easy, Nena.
I think you're too stressed out.
If not for these feelings, Jamie,
I probably would've killed myself already.
Then, it's a good thing.
But how can you be sure that it's your parents' ghosts.
Not others?
What do you mean?
I don't know, but,
look,
there's something behind you.
Very funny, Jamie.
Nena, I miss you.
You're more beautiful this way.
Okay, Nena.
But the thing is
about the eggs and the toothbrush
that you told me,
it could be just your imagination.
If I were you, I'd set up a camera and see.
I bet that you sleepwalk
and do stuff yourself.
It could be like one of those twisted stories, you know?
I'm so sorry, Mom. I really can't stand it here.
I'm going home, I've already bought a ticket.
I've had enough of this place.
BANGKOK TO NEW YORK
Help! Open!
Help!
Hello.
Auntie.
-Hello. -Please, help.
-Hello, Aunt Sue. -Hello.
Please, help me.
-There's something in my room. -Hello.
-Nena, I can't hear you. -Please, help me.
Hello?
-The signal is bad here. -Please, help.
-There's something in my room. -Hello.
Please, help me!
I'll talk to you later.
Your dad used to live here,
and he tried to make it in show business, but he failed.
Please, come out.
I know you've been here before me.
Don't be afraid.
You and I, we're just alike, you know?
We've both been abandoned here.
Come out!
Hi.
It's you who's been living here with me all along.
This room is yours.
You live with me, take pictures of me.
You...
You like me?
All right, I'm leaving tomorrow then.
You want to come with me?
You weigh a lot lighter than I thought.
Tomorrow, I'm going home.
And you're...
going to hell, fucker!
Fuck you, asshole!
Subtitle translation by Matthew Henry