Midnight Museum (พิพิธภัณฑ์รัตติกาล)

You are…

Dome is abducted.

Dome!

Dome!

Dome!

Dome!

What the hell did you do that for?

What?

Oh.

Alright, then, bastard.

You’re asking for it, huh?

How is Mr. Dome doing?

His vitals are good.

But there is no sign of him waking up soon.

Hey, careful!

Hey.

That’s the third time this week.

I’m not giving him another ride home anymore.

Hey.

For someone your size, you’re annoyingly loud.

Careful!

Mr. Khatha, sir—

Triphob, I know. I don’t need your lecture.

Don’t you even start.

Wanna come see Dome?

Her name is Anthika.

She’s been hiding in the antique business for ten years.

The reason you never heard of her before

was probably because she always goes by an alias.

At the auction, she went by The High Priestess.

Triphob.

Triphob.

Dome is missing.

I call this place “The Limbo.”

You can call it

the “seam” between space and time,

a parallel universe.

But honestly?

Call it whatever you want.

Because in reality,

no one has ever named it anyway.

So I call it what I want… The Limbo.

Hey.

Snap out of it already.

Stay with me.

I met you before.

You’re right.

I tried making contact with you twice…

One, two…

I think two or three times.

But it took me some effort to drag you out here.

Hey.

You’re curious, aren’t you?

You’re wondering why we look the same.

Well, the easy answer is

everyone shares the same face.

I guess the Creator just really likes this mold.

But if you ask me? This mug’s boring.

Oh…

You know what?

I’ll have you stand here and watch it play out.

I’ll be right back.

Where are you going?

Watch what play out?

My bad.

What is this?

Dome.

Dome.

Khatha!

Dome?

You look just as stupid as you did before.

Your silliness ages like fine wine.

I’ve missed the hell out of you.

Dome?

Mr. Khatha.

Dome?

You’re better now?

He’s not Dome.

Who are you?

Okay, then.

I know that everything that’s happened to you guys seems

unreal and extremely unbelievable.

But so many unreal and unbelievable situations

have happened repeatedly countless times before.

But of course there is a first time for everything.

My name is One.

It’s short for…

The One.

And it’s me who caused all this trouble.

Tor Thanaphob

Gun Atthaphan

Foei Patara

Namtan Tipnaree

Saiparn Apinya

Ployphach Phatchatorn

Directed by Attaporn Theemakorn

Where is Dome?

He's here.

Not right here, though.

What do you want?

Oh, that.

To heal a poor man’s sightless eyes.

To give a muted companion a voice.

To ease the pain weakening a warrior’s leg.

Why are you speaking in riddles?

Why don’t we play a game?

What for?

What’s with all the questions?

Do you even want to see Dome?

This game is not unlike the rest.

Just stay alive before it’s game over.

Most importantly…

Find out who killed the witch.

What’s going on?

Hey.

It’s Dome.

It’s not him.

Listen up, guys!

Let’s start our game.

You said we need to find out who killed the witch.

What witch?

Oh, but it’d take all the fun out of it if I told you.

Let us meet the first Thai person

to ever come into contact with a witch.

May 18th, 1820.

On the sixth day of the waxing moon of

the seventh month, Year of the Dragon,

in a small village right at the heart of Old Bangkok,

an epidemic was plaguing the entire city, taking countless lives.

At the time, I was 21 years old.

One nightfall,

a boat came and hit the pier by the waterside.

Who is it?

Hey.

Hey.

What are you doing sleeping in a boat?

Come.

I’ll help you up.

Help!

Is that…

Mr. Chan,

Mr. Khatha’s younger brother.

Ding-ding!

Is that…

Mr. Chan,

Mr. Khatha’s younger brother.

Ding-ding!

Stop this.

I can’t.

The game is already on.

Where are you going?

You can’t run from the truth.

After that incident,

Khatha became so grateful for Chan.

Chan didn’t only save Khatha from drowning,

but also healed his crippling leg.

Let me help you.

From now on,

you have nothing to be ashamed of.

How…

How did you do it?

I don’t know.

Just please don’t—

I truly thank you.

Thank you.

Within a short period of time,

the two of them formed a strong brotherly bond.

What are you?

When Khatha learned that Chan was also a friendless orphan just like him,

he asked Chan to come live with him.

I am also without a companion nor family.

Would it be impertinent of me to think of you as my brother?

Everything was all happily ever after…

and then came Boon.

This is Mr. Boon.

He was a villager ravaged by the catastrophic pandemic, known as…

Cholera.

It was 1820.

The Cholera Outbreak had reached and swept through Bangkok,

killing thousands of people.

It was easily contacted.

The cause?

Contaminated water.

Bam! - Bam.

Bam.

Bam.

Bam!

The symptoms included diarrhea

...vomiting and body forcing everything out. - Bam! Bam!

It was like all the water had been drained off the body.

In the worst case scenario, the patient’s skin would turn bluish grey.

Because of uncontrollable diarrhea and vomiting,

the body started experiencing severe dehydration,

and severe loss of electrolytes.

Mr. Khatha, help her! - The end result was death.

Mr. Khatha!

Bam.

Mr. Khatha, help!

I should help him.

Do not.