The Tin Mine Page #3

and shut the Tin Mine down,

we all had to work three double shifts.

But Mr. Sam worked for 72 hours straight,

and never took a break.

We got the dredger up and running again

thanks to this Australian

and this one man who we respected even more,

Mr. John, the foreman of our dredger crew.

The Chief is here!

It's your day to get that f***ing bike! Wait till my turn!

Just the way Mr. John stood there was a show of power

and a demonstration of strict control.

With every breath he took, he let you know he was in charge.

Boy! Black coffee, double bitter!

Yes, Mr. John.

Clear water like this, we should dig a lot of tin today, man!

(Dialect) Tomorrow, Mr. Henry, the big boss from Penang

is coming to check the dredger.

Whoever comes to work without a shirt

will not get his time card signed that day!

(Different dialect)

(Thai Southern dialect) No shirt, no time card signed!

Mr. John spoke so fast and fluently in so many languages that

you'd think a fan's blowing words out of his mouth.

He may be a foreigner

but that doesn't mean he can insult us!

We are not jungle savages!

We're here to work!

Attention!

Mr. John drinks even more than we do.

Smokes more, too.

He packs away much more food.

It takes him twice as long to take a dump.

Wow! What a sh*t I just took!

Must have been a foot long

and all in one piece!

There's just no stopping his craziness

especially when he's got his team with him.

Kong, the mechanic,

and Weng, the tinsmith.

I was hoping he'd make me his team's youngest member.

Hey, how's it going, Mard? / Just fine, sir.

You want to go blind? Put your mask on!

You've got to write "Cotton Waste", not "Waste Cotton."

Heaven may have sent John to our Tin Mine...

but they'd sent Ying to give John a taste of Hell too.

Ying, how many pounds exactly is this?

Getting senile are you, old timer?

I've never claimed to be expert on the steaming machine.

What kind of Mechanic Foreman are you?

The Foreman's got to be an expert on everything.

I do know everything...

I know about Thai boxing too! / Don't push me, Ying.

I'll push you more than that, John.

I may not be the gangster I once was,

but I can still teach you a thing or two!

Want to fight me?!

Hey! It's a fight!

Come watch the fight!

Sh*t! Everybody back to work!

"To Archin, thinking of you always."

Hey Jieng?

I'm gonna gaze at the clouds.

Might see a lucky number up there.

At the Tin Mine, our home is any dry place

to sleep when it rains.

I got the runs!

Our toilet is the nearest bush.

Our kitchen is the Boiled Rice-Noodle stand.

Our lounge and living room is the local canteen.

I'll put this bottle on my tab.

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