The Tin Mine Page #4

Sure, up to you.

It's also our clubhouse.

Have a drink with us?

Nah, me and alcohol don't get along well.

I thought it was you and your wife that didn't get along!

The canteen-owner can be tight-fisted,

but he's the president of the club.

The canteen's also our recreation center.

And our office of public affairs.

This newspaper says that...

the Korean war is the fiercest war yet.

If they fought it here,

near our home, and our mine...

we'd all be filthy rich by now! / And why is that?

Because they're shooting up everything in sight

and they're using lead bullets to do it.

Our mine is a lead mine, right?

So if we wouldn't get rich, who would?

Sometimes, the canteen is our courthouse as well.

This sure as hell is a dinky little mine.

Mine might be small...

but the people here aren't!

What's that?

This mine ain't so big.

But the miners here are plenty big enough.

What's so big about digging a little hole in the ground?

You might use a 10-Baht shovel to dig your holes...

but we use a 10-Million-Baht dredger to dig ours.

Yeah, that's right!

But the canteen's most important function...

is to serve as our casino.

And the canteen-boss is its owner,

doorman,

and dealer of the cards.

The hottest games here are

"guessing the number of seeds inside the durian" game,

Ok, pay up, pay up.

The "smashing the sardine can" game,

Will he break it or not?

Break it! Break it!

Pay the dealer! Pay the dealer!

The "guessing the number of lines on

the mangosteen" game,

Pay the dealer!

500 grams for 2 Baht.

Place a bet.

700 grams.

700 grams? Ok.

The "guessing the weight of the milk can" game,

500 Grams! 500 Grams!

And the "guessing the height of the candle" game.

It's 7.9 cm!

No, it's 8!

You looked at it sideways that's why!

Brother, one shot of whisky.

Pien's wife's giving birth...

but the baby's still not out. Stillborn, you think?

Okay, let's bet on it.

Is the baby dead or alive?

Place your bets!

Alive! / Dead for sure!

Hey! Take this.

The canteen was also like a sanitarium...

when I needed a cure for my homesickness.

What?

Catch the thieves

tonight at 3 a.m.

Catch the thieves.

Me?

Hurry!

Make it snappy! Hurry it up!

Kong?! Are you the one stealing our tin?

Well, I wouldn't put it that way... Hold on.

Hey, what are you waiting for? Get a move on!

What are you afraid of?

Move it!

Stop right there. That stuff's not going anywhere!

On behalf of the Boss, I order everything's back to the dredger!

Hey, you'd better keep in mind who's in charge here!

Oh, you're the senior man here alright...

But this is an order direct from the Boss.

Yeah? And what country is he from?

And which country is yours?

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