Only God Forgives

My brother's right.

You're a good fighter.

Don't spend it all in one place.

Time to meet the devil.

Are those women?

Yeah, 50 percent.

I'm looking for a girl.

A young girl.

I want to f***

a 14-year-old.

Only what you see.

Let me ask you a question.

You got a daughter?

Bring her in.

I'll pay you 15,000 baht.

No, no, no. Sorry.

Hello.

Hey, not do like that.

Come on.

Hello, sir.

Right this way, please.

She's your daughter?

How could you do it?

How could you let this happen?

I didn't do anything.

Now's your chance to do something.

Do what you want.

Come with me.

I'm sorry. My apologies.

Please don't kill me.

What are you sorry for?

You were there. You know what I did.

He killed my daughter.

Why did you kill him?

Beacause he murdered my daughter!

You knew what your daughter was doing.

Why didn't you stop her?

How else was I to make ends meet?

I have four daughters and no sons.

What else was I supposed to do?

Don't you understand?

My daughter's just been murdered!

This isn't about your dead daughter.

It's about your three living daughters.

This is to make sure

you never forget them.

Please. I'll be a better man.

No, please don't!

No!

It's about your brother.

Billy's dead.

I'm checking in.

One moment, please.

I'm afraid the room wouldn't be ready

until four o'clock. It's a policy.

Get your manager.

Mr. Manager, could you please

come out to the reception?

He'll be here in a minute.

What's your problem?

I have a guest here who'd

like to talk to you.

Good morning, madam.

How may I help you?

Listen to me.

I have just traveled 10,000 miles

to see the corpse

of my first-born son.

I haven't slept in 30 hours.

And this b*tch says

I can't have my room.

How are you?

Keep an eye on things, my child.

Mother!

Ask him why he killed my brother.

Who hired you to kill his brother?

Hello.

- Sorry, I'm late.

- Don't worry about it.

- Thank you.

- Thank you very much.

- What did she have for dinner?

- Soup and rice with chicken.

We have to leave him alone now.

Then how do we make sure

he doesn't cause trouble again?

By talking nicely to each other.

Did you miss me?

I missed you so much.

Did you get the guy that did it?

How did you kill him?

I let him go.

Get the door.

Are you out of your f***ing mind?

Some c*nt killed your brother

and you let him go?

It's a little more complicated

than that, Mother.

Meaning what, exactly?

Billy raped and killed

a 16-year-old girl.

I'm sure he had his reasons.

Now sit!

I know it's hard

for you emotionally.

You've lost your brother.

Don't worry.

I'll take care of the yellow n*gger

who killed my son.

It's too much for you.

Now get up and kiss your mother.

If you ever come back,

I'll kill you.

- Is it done?

- Yeah.

How's business?

Yeah, it's OK.

I could do with having

Billy back, though.

Isn't Julian taking care

of everything?

He hasn't told you, has he?

There was

someone else involved -

when Billy was killed.

- Who?

- Some cop.

Don't worry.

I'll find him.

And then we'll kill him.

Good.

Maybe he'd like a whisky.

Would you like a whisky?

She doesn't know what to think.

He says he didn't see it, Mum.

A foreigner called up Liang

and spoke English.

Then he went with him

and took the phone with him.

Hey, Julian.

The cops want to see you.

- What do they want?

- Probably money.

- You want me to ask how much?

- No, I'll go.

You're Julian?

- Do you know Choi Yan Lee?

- Who?

Your brother killed his daughter.

What's that have to do with me?

Choi Yan Lee was murdered.

- When?

- Yesterday.

He's not the one.

You can't go around

killing cops anymore.

How much do you want?

It's not about the money.

What's in it for me?

I have five kilos of blow arriving Friday.

I need someone to help me move it.

You got any questions, you ask him.

And what about Julian?

Don't worry about Julian.

- Are you in or out?

- I'm in.

I'd like you to meet my mother.

I want us to pretend

that we're a couple.

Can you do that?

Will you wear this?

So, tell me, Mai.

What line of work are you in?

- I'm an entertainer.

- An entertainer?

And how many c*cks

can you entertain

with that cute little

cum-dumpster of yours?

What do you think

of his line of work?

I'm not talking about

the fag boxing club.

I'm talking about

where the money comes from.

You know what he does, right?

He deals drugs, Mai.

Heroin, cocaine. That's

where the money comes from.

That's how he can afford

to pay you to f*** him.

Oh, great. I'll get the crab.

He'll have the spicy chicken.

And May here will have a salad

with the dressing on the side.

It's Mai.

I'm sorry.

I apologize for my behavior.

It's just that I'm a little upset.

I have lost my first son.

I'm sorry for that.

Thank you.

It's good to know someone cares.

'Cause I swear to God,

sometimes I think Julian hated Billy.

Maybe "hate" is

the wrong word.

But you were always jealous of him.

You know the way boys are, May.

Competitive.

And what with Billy being the older

brother and having a bigger cock...

Julian's was never small,

but Billy's was...

Oh, it was enormous.

How can you compete with that?

Billy was everything

Julian wanted to be.

Is that not true?

'Cause let me tell you,

if the tables were turned,

your brother would

have found your killer

and brought me his head

on a f***ing platter!

And you just sit there thinking

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