Midnight Museum (พิพิธภัณฑ์รัตติกาล)

You will be in this state for a while.

Until the power of the rock completely withdraws from you.

In the upcoming auction,

we need to get that item.

Every woman dreams of being the picture of perfection.

But being perfect,

it comes with a cost.

Why are you taking Mom's photo down?

Bee, please have breakfast.

No.

Bee.

Come back here.

Bee, come here.

Just to be the perfect woman...

What on earth brought me here?

Tor Thanaphob

Gun Atthaphan

Foei Patara

Namtan Tipnaree

Saiparn Apinya

Ployphach Phatchatorn

Directed by Attaporn Theemakorn

Dome.

Will you please eat something?

He's still not eating?

I'll be gone for a few days.

I leave Dome in your care.

The item you're going to the auction for...

It will really help Dome, won't it?

Oh, look.

Excuse me.

You're Ing, the new resident, right?

Nice to meet you.

I'm Manee.

This is Chinda and Ploy.

We happened to see you and Mr. Kong just now.

You were adorable.

You totally are.

Reminds me of way back.

Budsara used to give Mr. Kong a kiss goodbye before work, too.

I wonder what happened between them that made Budsara...

We'll stay in this position for three breaths.

Keep your right knee soft.

Chest open and eyes to the ceiling.

Three.... Take a deep breath.

Two... Keep your right foot on the mat.

One...

Thank you.

Thank you.

You are...

I'm Nisa.

Thank you, Nisa.

Was it your first time trying yoga, Ing?

Yes, it was.

So it was. And you did such a good job.

Thank you.

I didn't want to hold anyone back so I tried my best.

I've heard so much about you,

but you're nothing like what they all said.

People talked?

Well...

Nisa, you're here, too?

We didn't see you in class at all.

Right?

I've been here the entire time.

But you probably didn't see me because

you were so busy nitpicking someone else.

Oh, no way.

I was just looking at Ing

because she looked really enthusiastic and determined.

She totally was.

I thought the exact word was "eager"?

I think I heard something like "eager to enter high society."

No way.

I think you might have misheard that, Ing.

It's about time we leave.

Our kids must be waiting.

That's true.

We have to go pick up our babies.

Excuse us.

Let's go.

I didn't take you for someone who bites back, Ing.

Don't you have to pick up your children, too?

I don't have children.

Well, then.

Do you want to come to my place to talk some more?

I'd love to get to know more about you.

Here, Mr. Khatha.

Mr. Khatha.

The item we want is the last piece to be auctioned off on the last day.

Is that so?

Well, until then,

if there's any other pieces you want for the museum,

feel free to go for it.

Like that pearl egg thing you like so much—

The Fabergé egg.

That.

I think I'll take a rest.

You can use my card.

Thank you.

But I've got mine.

Excuse me.

That brat....

So he came prepared, huh.

Please, come in.

Feel free to take a seat.

A hot soup after a workout soothes the body and the mind.

Thank you.

Don't worry yourself about those people, Ing.

They're just jealous.

You got to marry the handsome and rich Mr. Kong,

and he's young, too.

Us women are driven by envy, after all.

Don't you think so, Ing?

Actually, every family has their own problems.

Manee just caught her husband cheating,

but she's turning a blind eye.

Chinda's and Ploy's husbands are secretly fooling around.

How come you know everything?

It's probably because...

I live above everyone.

The higher it is, the more I can see.

I can even see someone who jumps off the top floor.

But you don't need to worry.

I don't care what other people's stories are.

I simply think you and Mr. Kong are perfect for each other,

because you're such a strong woman.

One issue, though.

Too bad he already has a child.

He'll definitely put his daughter first.

I bet he's already started to feel a little distant, hasn't he?

Let me be frank with you...

When was the last time you two slept together?

Don't tell me it's even before the wedding.

How is that funny?

Excuse me.

What do you want?

Try the soup.

That's not what I'm talking about—

Please try the soup.

What on earth did you put in this?

This bag is full of charmed salt.

It will give you everything you ever want.

(but after getting married,

I learned that it also means something else.)

You're home?

Bee.

Try it and see if you like it.

It's good.

You like it?

Can I have more?

Of course.

and that was indirectly having control over those in power.

Ing.

I love you, Ing.

I love you, too.

Why are you just sitting there?

Don't know how to play?

You don't have to care.

Even if I played, no one would anyway.

So you're saying you can play, or you could,

but you don't know how anymore?

Musician's sense, I guess.

I'm a piano teacher. My name's Ratchanee.

Let me see.

Musician's dystonia.

That doesn't happen to all musicians.

Only to those who play a lot, who practice a lot.

Some understand that

it is caused by vigorous or bad practice.

But what many don't know is that

someone with this condition

can't control their own muscles because of anxiety.

In someone who's a perfectionist,

it could be even worse.

Is there a solution

to what you just described?

Do you want to try again?

I actually charge an hourly fee.

We start practicing at 6PM.

I'm not sure if I want to learn.

That's not a definite no, is it?

Believe me

and everyone will look at you again.

Who are you?

Bee?

I'm not playing with you, Bee!

Let me go!