All language subtitles for Shine EP04 1080p WeTV WEB-DL_English_track2_[eng]

Come here!

Can we live here forever, mommy?

(walk on...)

(with hope in your heart)

(The Long Way Home)

The sound of guitar at the beginning of the song,

the beats that quicken the heartbeat’s thrill,

and the simple lyrics of the song "Hold your hand"

make me think of humanity’s deepest yearning—

the longing to be connected,

and to be accepted by someone.

Sarasawadee has responded!

Where?

"So, if

"Klai Rung"" decides to hold my hand at our next meeting,"

be brave enough to look into my eyes.

They've met!

I thought they were both guys.

If they actually are....

Be brave enough to look into my eyes.

Don't look away.

And I will...

touch you back to your heart's content, Klai Rung.

Whoa! This lady!

Do you dare speak to me as the lyrics say?

My dear, why don't you act like Sarasawadee for once?

Because you are not sweet like Klai Rung! That's why.

Am I not sweet? Really?

Just say those words, and I will welcome them

right into my ears.

Breach of the community’s rights?

Is that what connect those two together?

Yes.

Here.

No, I don't think it's right.

Whoa.

Don't include it.

Hey, what’cha doin’?

No, man. I think this is better.

- Fucking no, what? / - This way, bro!

Trin's waiting for you over there.

You are my shining star!

I wish you’d shine your light into my life.

I adore you so much!

Have a seat!

That's not gonna work.

No. No.

Move your ass.

Stop messing, will ya?

Lemme help.

No, stop messing.

You should stop messing.

Hey, don't wipe it out.

I just wrote...

...that it’s the model and cause of—

Right, just one.

No. I wrote this ages ago.

Damn, I beg you guys—don’t fight.

That’s a no-no.

If this was supposed to stay between us,

why splash it across the newspaper for the whole country?

Or are you simply too much of a wimp to be any braver?

You're too bold.

As if you dare.

Alright!

Let's go outside.

We’ll kiss on the librarian’s desk,

and make love between the shelves.

Wait!

I'm just teasing you.

Act as bold as your lips.

You know

my lips aren’t the only thing I’m good with.

Klai Rung, I know you can’t hold back anymore,

because the pleasure of touch,

doesn’t stop at holding hands—

it flows into something far more intimately tangled.

That. You wrote it well.

Because

that’s exactly

how tangled we are.

And I mean “tangled” in the way

we fit together perfectly.

Readers,

when you share a touch with the one you love,

you must be feeling happy inside, isn’t that so?

It does for me.

And I believe Klai Rung feels it as well.

You should know—refusal is futile.

How exquisite it is,

to feel the warmth of a heart

that beats in time with ours.

And you, dear readers—

do you have someone whose hand you

wish to hold for as long as the world will allow?

If you have found that person,

grasp their hand tightly,

and never let it slip away.

For even if it is a love that must remain hidden,

it still grants us a moment to ask ourselves—

in this tangled, unyielding world,

can we still offer a touch,

and an acceptance without condition,

to just one soul?

Hey, slow down!

If you’re afraid of falling, just hold onto my waist.

Are you kidding?

Worried about what people will think again?

Why so tense?

My back’s soft—see?

Where are you taking me?

Not telling.

Just go with the flow!

Just a keepsake to look at when I miss you.

I must go now.

Wait.

That's okay. I'll pick it up for you.

(The (in) visible Cage : Stalin's Reign of Terror Exposed by Ivan Salenko)

Stalin

It belongs to someone I know.

I just want to help him get this book published.

That's it?

And how’s it going?

Not easy.

I need to be careful.

I must go now.

I will be late.

Just go.

I'll see you soon.

See you.

Veera,

contact the publisher in the USA for me—

the one that asked for an interview before.

Tell them I need their help with something.

Dao, you should have this.

- Eat more, my dear. / - Thank you.

You don’t look well. Did you manage to eat or sleep?

Ran has been busy lately.

And will he even have time to take care of you, Dao?

Have you ever thought about changing your work?

I'm proud of what I'm doing.

People must be informed of what's going on...

And when will you be stable enough?

Once I'm promoted to chief editor,

my salary will go up to two thousand baht.

Barely enough to cover this meal.

Dao,

eat this.

Excuse me, Pa.

Mouthy brat...

Why can't you save my face?

Your pa never thought about saving mine.

Then get him to accept you.

Don’t make it harder than it already is.

Okay, I’ll have my chauffeur drive you.

That’s alright—

I need to go to the press.

But you've just come from the press!

Dao, you know well

why I have to work my ass off like this.

You’ve wandered the whole city,

only to end up at the same old record store.

Destination is not as important as traveling

with someone by your side.

The Journey's all I need to see

As long as you walk with me

Are you okay?

Are you really sad because of this?

Because John Lennon quitted The Beatles?

Silence! Hold my hand now.

Yoko Ono

is in the house.

To John Lennon—

the one who makes us wonder

what lies inside the "Strawberry Field";

who teaches us that

"all you need is love";

who makes us "Twist

and Shout"

to the rhythms of a life we can’t fully understand.

Today, we say goodbye to him.

But his memory

will live within us,

"Yesterday,

Today,

and Forever."

John Lennon is still alive... isn’t he?

One

two

three

four

Good evening!

Why are you standing here alone? Have you no friends?

Kom,

is there any party you don’t show up to?

Did you just get here?

I've been here since they summoned Yoko Ono.

Really?

Then why didn’t I see you?

It’s plain as day—

You were looking at only one person.

What did you say?

Are you and Tanwa...

seeing each other?

Trin, bro,

you’ll always be my friend no matter what.

This is the first time

I don't know what I'm doing.

'Cause right now you're not using your brain.

It's your heart that's taking the lead.

And yes—

it will make your life more complicated.

Especially here, in this country.

That's okay.

If you want to run off with him to France,

my dad

would still want you working with him at the Consulate.

Don't think that far ahead.

Tanwa

is a sincere guy,

but he's always drifting, just like that.

If you love someone like him,

you’d better brace yourself...

You can’t move, can you?

...Yes?

You want to be firm, but there are obstacles.

Freedom

and free will make you restless.

And what should I do.

Stay still.

Wait.

You don't need to do anything.

You can’t move... can you?

Have you heard about Krailert?

Someone telegraphed

the payment evidence of the power plant bid-rigging

to Krailert.

Telegraph?

This is the nation's top-level corruption case.

Who the hell would wire something

like that out in the open?

If you’re smart, you cut the deal in some backroom!

A dumb piece of shit like this can be forged by anyone.

The army's top dog like Krailert

would never pull such a stupid stunt—too damn risky.

What the hell’s gotten into you?

Why are you blowing up all of a sudden?

What the fuck is wrong with him?

Why do I have to see him

every damn time my shoes get soiled?

Whoa! Calm down officer!

Calm down!

Let's talk it out!

What's up with you?

If you let me search you,

this ends quickly.

Come on—move! Go! Hey!

I didn't do anything. I just put it on the wall!

What gives you the right to search us?

I can sue you for this!

This half-White farang boy's got a sharp-mouth.

You're not even Thai.

Trouble-makers like you shook the whole damn country.

Why couldn't you just be students?

Why become communists?

You won’t die a normal death.

Hey! How could you spit out crap like that?

What!

Stop! Stop!

These kids are my students!

I'll take care of them.

Stop sticking your nose in!

What, are you a communist too?

We'll talk at the station. Move!

Hey! What!

Stop!

(Mr. Trin Suwannapas)

Dinner's on us, Prof.

That's okay. I'd help you anyway.

Why the fuck are you smiling?

I'm still fucking fuming!

We just put up some posters—

the police were overreacting!

Power to the people!

You know?

But I don't think what you did was right.

Field Marshal Thanom won the election.

His party had the majority.

He had the right to form the goverment.

Were you back from France then, Prof?

Did you know the elction was rigged?

The United Thai People’s Party

was backed by the military

and senators.

It was nothing but a handover of power.

You studied in Europe,

but brought nothing back with you.

If moving forward means giving in to violence,

I won't walk with you.

To move this country forward, you need knowledge.

But we just dodged the bullet—

not because of knowledge,

but because of your surname, Prof.

That’s how this country works.

If you want change, you’ve got to strike the right spot.

It’s useless letting yourself be guided by anger.

Here comes the food!

I could eat a horse.

If you want to fight for justice,

you must listen to every voice,

not just your own.

Like the voices of capitalists?

And how about the people of Huay Kam Saeng?

Have you ever spoken to them?

or do you only stage your protests in Bangkok?

And do you even know what villagers truly think, Prof?

I don't.

That’s why I need to go there—

and talk to them myself.

And how do we know you won’t manipulate them?

Right.

Those poor villagers always bow to government officials.

They’re the people’s masters.

I'll go with you.

I want to know what the villagers really think.

And how do we even get there?

Where’s the money?

You can go in my car.

You four can fit.

Why?

Afraid I’ll lure you out there just to have you killed?

Eat on.

There are four of us.

You should be the one who's scared.

Please eat a lot, sir.

If not, the food will vanish.

Scoop this up for him. Eat up, Prof!

Clear all the plates!

Prof's paying today!

Hey! How about more booze at my place?

Huh, better next time.

I've exhuasted my energy today.

What’d you spend it on?

Eating.

It’s almost morning. I’d better go.

Me too. I'll walk with you.

Alrighty. Come with me.

Hey, trust me. That Prof—

Don't get involved with him.

He won't change his mind no matter how much you try.

Trust me.

Come on.

Let's go.

Good bye, Prof.

Wanna watch the sunrise with me?

My house is in the backstreets nearby.

This area’s been my playground since I was young.

Was the sunrise in France beautiful?

Depends on the day.

Some days gloomy,

some days stunning.

But I never got to see much anywhere else.

Ever since I was born,

I’ve been Thai.

Only my face looks farang.

You know what,

the sky in Thailand

is the most beautiful,

especially when the sun rises.

But you've been to places, Prof,

you can choose which place is better.

If only Thai people lived better lives—

if they could spare even a moment

from their daily struggles to admire the sky,

then the sky in Thailand

would look even more breathtaking.

You have a way with words.

You should be a writer,

not a revolutionary.

Why choose?

Why can’t we be all those things?

Then live long enough to be all those things.

You're an invited lecturer

who only taught me one class.

You don’t have to lecture me all the time.

I do it because I care.

Okay. No more lecture.

From now

I won't call you Prof.

Can I call you "Phi"?

Call me whatever you want.

Just don’t use any prefix that drags me down.

Thank you for caring.

"Phi Trin"

"Phi," turn left here.

Hey! Farang boy—

who's this?

A friend

- A... frien’...? / - Um.

Hahh! Yer friend’s got fancy clothes... real fancy.

I... I wanna dress jus’ like him... hah!

Watch yer step... walk... caaareful...

Don't mind them.

They’re drunk from dawn ‘til night.

(United Land Party 一 Scam Party)

Victor!

Where have you been?

Putting up posters all night?

This is the Prof from my university.

So you've taught him until morning?

Nuch,

go back and help at the stall!

Auntie Num asked me to find you.

Your senior, Naran's here.

I think I should excuse myself.

I've got work to do.

Good bye.

Why do you want to study so bad?

It's not like

they'll let a farang like you become a district chief or something.

Go home, quick!

You big mouth!

Yo! leaving already?

Hah!

What did you just say?

My friend in the USA said

he'd interested in Uncle Ivan's manuscript.

It could be published with a big company.

Really?

Pa must be overjoyed.

Should I wake him up now?

Calm down!

Just wait until he wakes up.

The Banyan Tree Lord is truly sacred.

Praise the lord!

Did you take an oath on him?

Twenty years ago.

I need to rush to the market—

buy a pig’s head before they’re all gone!

Naran, son, thank you so much. You're our savior.

Oh how handsome!

Wait a min, how do I even get there?

What a pity I'm underdressed today. Thank you!

Go now, go, go!

Ran,

thank you so much, bro.

You're welcome.

Do you also draw?

Casually, ma'am.

Do your eyes still feel irritated, Mrs. Dhevi?

A little bit.

Perhaps it's an allergy.

It's been a month.

The old bottle should be discarded.

Thank you.

The Huay Kam Saeng Power Plant Project,

I think this is an interesting case study,

because the protesters claim

the project will disrupt the villagers’ way of life.

More importantly,

the student protesters believe

the villagers themselves don’t want this.

Huay Kam Saeng

has a poverty rate of 35.7%,

which is 22.1% higher than the national average.

The Infrastructure Accessibility Index is 0.46,

which is 0.61% lower than the regional average.

It’s obvious Huay Kam Saeng

is the right candidate for the power plant project.

I need to go on a field trip

to Huay Kam Saeng,

to speak to the villagers directly myself.

Is that a good idea?

We're policy makers.

It's not our job to go on field trips.

There’s an organization responsible for this, isn’t there,

Dr. Trin?

That's true.

But if we implement centralized governance policies

without actual data from the affected area,

the 3rd development plan

will become nothing more than an elite fantasy—

just as the protesters have accused.

I agree with Dr. Trin.

Me too. We could actually learn about the problems.

What's that?

(Good morning)

I think we should go back to our meeting.

Like I said earlier,

the centralized governance policies

could....

Good morning.

Good morning.

Good morning to you all.

Aren't you Mr. Padoem's son?

Please excuse my intrusion,

but I have an extremely important document

Mr. Trin left behind.

So I decided to deliver it myself.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Anyhow, I have to take my leave now, Mr. Trin.

Once again—good morning, and thank you.

You're not allowed to enter government premises!

Please allow me to go on a field trip.

(The tide has swept Trin away.)

(Please, drift back to listen to our old song.)

I'll take it from here.

Aren't you covering the other zone?

What's wrong with him?

What would you like to order, sir?

Martell Cordon Bleu, neat.

and...

And… one bourbon

on the rocks.

But aren't you here alone?

I'm here!

Sorry I left you waiting alone for too long.

My throat is so dry.

Waiter,

fetch my drink from there.

I'm so glad you still keep my paper boat.

No matter how far it drifts,

it always finds its way back to its owner.

I’m just here to say—

don't come to my workplace again.

That's it.

Don't be a stonewaller.

Just say you miss me already.

Didn't I order two drinks?

I'm still tired. I can only lift one.

Last night I was with Phi Trin—

I didn't sleep a wink.

You can have it first.

I've already ordered mine.

The army is confident and will continue the project.

On this occasion, I'd like to invite Mr. Padoen Chatbodi

to share his vision with us.

Thank you.

Good morning.

Energy is the foundation of development.

Therefore, this project is an important step—

laying the groundwork for stability, creating jobs,

and stimulating the economy.

We're ready to cooperate with all relevant departments

on the basis of facts

and mutual understanding.

Damn... thick-skinned bastard.

Still dares to push the power plant forward.

Vinai, keep it down.

Let's talk outside.

You know it's true.

Yeah.

- Let me help you / - That's alright.

Why are you here?

I'm here to see you off.

Let me help.

I'm going with Phi Trin anyway.

No need for an outsider to barge in.

Who's really an outsider here?

A student who only attends his class once?

Hey.

What's about you and Phi Trin?

What's your relationship with him?

I also want to know.

Victor,

go give your friends a hand.

Give me some privacy.

That's alright.

Kid just wants to sass me.

I'll teach him a lesson.

See? How cool am I?

Don't fall for me.

What are you doing?

What are we?

We're ...

We're good friends.

Good friends?

You're such a dickhead.

A flip-flopper.

Always drifting, never sticking to anything.

Never committing to anything.

Don't play with my feelings.

Good friends don't kiss.

How come you're here?

How do you know where I live?

I know everything about you.

I miss you.

Do you... also miss me?

"(Enigma and Power : The Truth behind Huay Kam Saeng
by Naran Pitayatorn)"

Assignment from the chief.

Still working on this news?

Any progress?

Still can't find any evidence.

Forget it.

Let's continue.

Can we just lie down together?

Can we?

Okay?

Don't bow down to them, village chief.

You must think of the younger generations.

You must choose the right path.

And what do you mean by "the right path"?

It means choosing the best for our future generations to—

Let the villagers choose for themselves,

if they really want the power plant.

Just tell us what to choose.

All villagers think like Uncle Poem.

Village chief, Uncle Poem, listen to me,

if the power plants are built here,

the air you breathe will be polluted,

the water you drink will be contaminated.

What’s certain is that

your families will be forced to leave the village.

If the government wants to expropriate the land,

they must compensate you with new land.

And if the power plants are built at Huay Kam Saeng,

it will generate tremendous income for the country.

And if the development plan I'm drafting is approved,

the government can evenly

distribute social welfare to everyone.

What if the village chief

and Uncle Poem don't want it, Prof?

Are you going to force them?

I'm not forcing them.

I’m just stating the facts.

Didn't you only mention the cons?

Isn't that indirectly forcing them to vote no?

I didn't mean it that way?

What you said is typical of someone in an ivory tower!

Tiva, calm down.

The village chief is obviously on the ground.

If we have to move,

we must make sure the new place

has a school,

a temple,

and a health station.

We must have the right to choose our own work—

not be earmarked for the factories.

You're still arguing among yourselves.

How can we trust you on this?

Development takes time.

How long?

Next month?

Next year?

Or another ten years?

Huh.

We don't even know if we can

fill our tables with food tomorrow.

We barely know what the government is doing.

Nobody tells us what's going to happen.

And if they really want to move forward with it,

at least we should be able to participate in the decision—

so that we're assured that what we decide today

won't make the villagers worse off.

Is that possible?

Huuh.

I don’t think we’ll get anywhere.

How about this—

if you know what we should choose,

just tell us.

What the village chief said is right.

The villagers have the right to know,

and to verify the information given by the state.

It's still a long way.

You said yourself that everything takes time.

But if we start now,

there's still a chance we can make a difference.

If we try hard enough.

Trin,

look! I'm here!

Come here!

I'll be back in a while.

Alrighty.

Let's go.

Why did you drive all this way?

Well, because you're here, Trin.

What's stressing you out?

I don't know what I'm doing.

You don't need to know everything.

And don't ask me where I'm taking you.

Just go with the flow

I envy you.

You must never worry about anything your whole life.

I don't know why we should live in agony.

We don't even know what will happen tomorrow.

The U.S. might blow us to pieces any day.

This is my mom.

She was a writer,

an artist.

She loved singing and dancing.

So full of life.

My mom...

chose to leave me when I was twelve.

She took me to the beach with her friends.

We were brimming with happiness

She smiled from ear to ear in that picture.

I couldn't have known.

Nobody could have known.

Mom was lying on the beach...

letting the flood tide

drown her.

Mommy!

Mommy!

Mommy!

Mommy!

Every news station concluded it was an accident.

With my father's influence,

the police closed the case just like that.

But I know that wasn't it.

If that day,

you had known what your mom was going to do—

would you have stopped her?

No.

Everyone has the right...

the right to follow their own heart.

Let's go.

Let's have a dip in the sea.

Come on.

Come, Trin.