The Last Shot (มือปืน)

ALL CHARACTERS AND EVENTS IN THIS FILM ARE FICTIONAL

NO REAL PERSONS ARE REFERENCED OR IMPLIED

GUNMAN (N.)

A PERSON WHO CARRIES A FIREARM TO PROTECT INFLUENTIAL OR IMPORTANT PEOPLE

A HIRED SHOOTER

A PERSON WHO KILLS

You take this truck.

I'll take the sedan and go get you.

ANNUAL TEMPLE CONSECRATION, KHAO LUK CHANG

It's your second gig. Don't screw it up.

And don't fall asleep in here.

What would you like?

- One bowl of shaved ice, please. - All right.

And for tonight,

we'd like to give our heartfelt thanks to Headman Mee

for his support of the Ramwong Dance.

Headman Mee is capable and generous.

No matter how many terms,

he'll always be number one in our hearts.

What are you waiting for? Let's hear some applause.

And now, we've reached the final act for tonight.

Headman Mee has sponsored this round.

Everyone can come up and dance for free.

Move it, folks. Hurry on up!

- How much for the meatballs? - Five baht a stick.

Two sticks.

Go!

It's been a week.

You still don't know who shot Headman Mee, Captain?

It takes time, Kamnan.

Police investigators

don't just flip tarot cards

to figure out who did it.

You're right, Captain.

But when it's one of my men,

you can't wait to make me turn him in.

Well?

Haven't I always looked out for you, Captain?

And I figure

you wouldn't want your cards wiped clean either.

So…

I'm counting on you to take care of this.

Right.

If you feel like having anything else,

just go ahead and order.

I've got it covered.

Consider the job done.

- Cheers! - Yeah!

There's still some left in the bottle and you order more?

- Already. - Can you afford it?

Here's the rest of your pay.

All yours.

But let me yell.

Fucker! Son of a bitch! Damn brat!

Stupid shit! Piece of shit!

I told you to take down one target,

but you got three dead.

They had families, kids, wives, fathers, mothers.

They had guns, Uncle.

Shoot them up then.

- Uncle Tor. - What?

This is over what we agreed. What's with the rest?

The rest? You don't want it? Fine. Give it back.

- No. - I'll keep it.

Come on, Uncle. We'll take it.

Damn you, Bom.

We'll take it.

The boss added that cash so you could escape

in case you didn't make it.

- He's generous. - Yeah.

Take us to pay our respects to him sometime.

He's a secret.

No way. You'll never meet him.

Don't worry, Petch.

Just think of it as

a bonus.

You know how to spell "bonus"?

Samlee, spell it out for your bro.

B-O-N-U-D.

Bonus, sir.

It's "S," idiot!

Damn. You're good, Samlee.

No wonder the school kicked you out.

You were just wasting classroom space.

How long are you going to keep drinking?

After this glass, I'm done.

- That's it? - Yeah.

- Last shot? - Yeah.

Fill it up, quick!

Shit, Bom. Enough.

Last one and done.

Damn. I'm soaked.

You piece of shit.

But listen, Petch. Watch yourself.

I heard the cops

are humiliated over what went down in the case.

They're angry.

Go hide wherever you can.

Don't worry. I won't mess up next time.

Here, I'll help pay.

Oh, jackass.

Is your whole family a bunch of thieves?

You left me 900, you punk.

- How much have you got? - Five thousand.

- Five thousand? What, to feed your dad? - Yeah.

- Almost cried. - Fucker.

- Goodbye, Uncle. - Leaving already?

Bye, Uncle.

Take care.

- Don't drink too much. - Well, well!

When this bottle's gone, we'll all head back.

Why the rush, Petch?

We don't come to Bangkok often.

We're in the lounge. Stay and spend the cash.

Bom's right. Makes sense.

I totally agree, man.

That means I'm stuck with you?

An occasion. We won't be too late.

Finish it first. There's still plenty left. Drink up.

- I don't come here often. - Yeah.

Hello.

Hello.

- Mama. - Yes?

Call three girls for us.

Of course. I'll arrange it.

- One moment. - Yes.

Hungry again?

Moron!

Mama's not instant noodles.

Mama-san, the hostess.

You two look like fresh fishermen.

Be careful or you'll die for a woman.

Dying for a woman is dying in duty.

Better than dying to a bullet.

Here's another shot.

Watch your smart mouth, punk.

- Just kidding. - Jackass, you can't talk like that.

- Here they are. - What about that?

How about these three?

I'll take this one.

My type.

She's Petch's ex.

What?

Well…

You come sit by me.

You stepped on my foot.

- Go sit with him, honey. - It's all right.

Take good care of them.

Top girls all taken. They left me only a guinea pig.

Just joking.

Want some?

Girls, would you like a drink?

Some drinks?

Want to eat something, Sai?

Hey, I was ordering more drinks.

Why'd you bail on me?

You're drunk. Go home, old man.

Look, girl, I'm serious.

Ten thousand. Sleep with me, okay?

You're insulting me.

I'm no whore, you bastard.

Twenty thousand. Take it or leave it.

Keep it for your mom's cremation.

Damn old fart.

You're acting all high.

Not for sale? I'll just take you.

What the hell are you doing?

Motherfucker! Stop it!

I'm asking.

Asking what? Who the hell are you?

I'm asking nicely, man.

Hey! No!

Stop it, bastard!

Or I'll shoot your boss's head off.

All right.

Fuck off!

Move! Go!

Are you all right, Sai?

Here you are.

This meal's on me, Petch.

If you're paying,

then we'll order more.

Bom, are you full?

You can double.

I won't hold back.

Four smalls, two noodles, to go.

Sure.

Two bowls of soup, no veggies.

- Just one? - Two.

Two, man.

Okay.

You come here often?

Yeah, my usual place.

It's good.

- Sai. - Yes.

Can I ask you something?

Why do you have to work a job like this?

And why haven't you quit that job?

And coming to Bangkok this time,

did you run away or pick up another gig?