01x01 - Episode 1

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Dalah. Do you trust me?

DALAH: DEATH AND THE FLOWERS

My beloved fellow party members,

please give a round of applause

for our prime minister candidate,

Anusorn "Ohm" Uathepa.

Ohm! Ohm!

Let it end in our generation!

Thank you.

-Prime Minister!

-My prime minister!

Thank you, Mr. Vibul

and the For Thai Society Party,

for your confidence in selecting me

as the candidate in this election.

I've been asked

why I chose to make feminism

the central focus of my campaign,

especially when Thai society has shifted

its attention toward the LGBTQ+ movement.

Some even question

if our party is moving backward.

But we’re taking a step back

to make a giant leap forward.

FOR THAI SOCIETY PARTY

#BECAUSEWEAREALLEQUAL

…is a promise

that no one will be left behind.

We’re not using "Gender Diversity"

as a trendy buzzword.

We, the party,

and everyone who shares this ideology,

are committed to working

to dismantle the patriarchy

that has held this country back

for far too long.

Miss Dalah.

Miss Dalah,

are you rearranging our flowers again?

Next time, you should inform us

before touching the hotel’s property.

The angle bugs me.

Mr. Rat.

It's Sarath.

You…

remember my name?

No, but I can read.

Right.

Does this flower you gave me

have a special meaning?

Yes.

And what would that be?

You should know where the trash can is.

THE FLOWER OF LOVE CONFESSION

All Thai men are full of themselves,

aren't they?

I'm just trying to decode your message.

Miss Dalah.

Miss Dalah.

Hey, be careful.

Good afternoon, Miss Dalah.

I’ve seen your floral design.

It’s going to be extravagant!

-Thank you.

-Alright.

Make sure to take plenty of photos

of the flowers for our hotel’s PR.

Mr. Ohm Anusorn, the groom,

is all the rage right now.

Sure, Boss.

No mall!

No mall!

No mall!

-The Square must not be demolished!

-No mall!

The Square is our life!

-It's our flesh!

-Wait for daddy here, baby.

And blood!

-Alright.

-You cannot destroy it!

No mall!

No mall!

No mall!

No mall!

No mall!

-Mr. Sanchai.

-No mall!

Please, calm down first.

Calm down how?

The backhoes

are about to destroy our homes!

Don’t use us as pawns

in your nephew’s wedding.

Have you forgotten

your grandfather’s promise?

Have you forgotten

Tong k*lled himself

because of your family’s greed?

How could you say that?

-Poor Tong.

-Yeah.

-So sad.

-Ekasit, you piece of sh*t!

We didn’t forget.

You have to stop the demolition now.

Okay.

I'll make a call right now.

No mall!

No mall!

How much longer

do I have to clean up Uathepa's sh*t?

It's going to be a landslide win.

My Ohm is definitely going to be

the next prime minister.

Your Ohm has caused

quite a stir at the Square.

Hey, Ekasit.

The new mall

will benefit both our families.

But the ones they’re condemning,

should it be the one who wants the mall

or us, who have always been compromising?

Facing a bit of backlash

is not a big deal, right?

Always remember that…

See, even your nephew

knows our motto by heart.

Well, actually, Ohm--

Mom.

You can’t blame Ohm.

I’m sure he’s figured it all out,

that the world has to move forward.

With Ohm as the future?

Well, am I wrong?

Now, he'll have Risa as his confidant.

She has a Ph.D. and good manners too.

The new rich know how to raise their kids.

Yes.

So do dogs.

Eat some.

Miss Dalah.

Sorry to disturb you.

I have something to discuss

with Mr. Ekapop.

Everyone,

let me introduce you to Miss Dalah,

an award-winning floral designer.

She’ll ensure the wedding flowers are more

stunning than those on the engagement day.

Barf!

My dog needs to puke.

Please.

The large tulips won’t arrive in time.

We’ll need to adjust the design.

As long as the roses are fine,

it’s not our problem.

The tulip is the emblem

of the bride’s family.

You’ll have to wait for the Tangsinsup.

-Hello.

-Good evening.

You sit here.

Take a seat, Ma.

Hello.

Sure. Let's do it.

Here.

‎Kris!

-Got it?

-Yes.

This one too.

I love your music!

Thank you so much.

I have to excuse myself now.

Thank you. Love Y'all.

He's so cute!

Everything will be fine, Bee.

Trust me.

Oh, Kris!

I’m sorry my son is a bit late.

Kris is the only grandson of the family.

He’s really busy right now.

His new song is topping the charts.

I've lost count

of how many million views now.

As I told Mr. Ekapop,

the large tulips won’t arrive in time.

We’ll need to tweak the design

or reduce the number of tulips.

No!

How come you don’t have enough tulips?

This is a serious matter.

As the eldest daughter-in-law, I order you

to find more tulips,

no matter what it takes.

Wasn’t that the whole point

of changing the floral designer?

Look, Mrs. Prapha,

Ekapop is the one

who chose Dalah for the job,

but he’s not making a fuss about this.

Shouldn’t we discuss this

like civilized and educated people?

Well,

why don’t we use Thai tulips?

I used to work

with a foundation in the North.

They grow lots of tulips up there.

Thai tulips are low-class.

You know why, Miss Nattha, Mrs. Amara?

It’s not because of their small size,

but because they’ve never been a currency

like Dutch tulips were in history.

What was it called again, Xinxin?

Tulipmania during the 17th century

in the Netherlands.

That’s why the Tangsinsup family

can only use imported tulips.

Whose wedding is this again?

It’s about the image of our family.

Where did your mind wander off to?

I’ll get it.

This way, ma’am.

I forgot again.

Sorry.

I’m sorry.

Shouldn’t be a problem, right?

I’ve listened to Ohm’s campaign policy

on gender equality.

If the number of flowers

on both sides isn’t equal,

then I’m not sure

how it would reflect

on the Uathepa family

and on Mr. Ohm himself.

-Good evening.

-Good evening.

-Good evening.

-Good evening.

-Good evening.

-Good evening.

-Hi Pa.

-Hi, dear.

Hi, Grandma.

Is there a problem?

Dalah just told us that

the imported tulips won’t arrive in time.

We’re debating what to do.

Since the tulip issue

concerns Risa's family,

I think

she should be the one to decide.

Come on, Dad.

Let’s not refer to it

as "Risa’s family" or "our family".

We’re becoming one family,

and we’ll have many things to do together.

The Uathepa Square,

social movements, and so on.

We should consider the bigger picture.

The bigger picture, huh?

How about this?

Let’s reduce the number of roses

to match the tulips we have.

Nat, sister.

This is to show our respect

to the Tangsinsup family as well.

Mutual respect

is what our society needs these days.

What do you think, honey?

Well…

if your family doesn’t mind,

we would really appreciate that.

I’m sure nobody minds.

Right?

-But--

-Hey.

Let the bride and groom make the call.

I’ll leave this to you, Dalah.

Adjust the design as you see fit.

A first-honor civil engineering

graduate like you

can handle this easily, right?

Oh.

Dalah was actually

my classmate back in the US.

The six degrees of separation, isn’t it?

What does that mean?

It means, "It's a small world."

Honestly, I was surprised

when my dad chose Dalah for the job.

Then, I learned that she also

studied engineering with Risa.

The world is so full of coincidences.

One of the reasons I chose her

was her social media profile.

Her bio describes her design philosophy,

which happens to match our family motto.

Another coincidence.

This is great.

She’s someone I personally know,

and her motto is the same

as the Uathepa family’s. How perfect.

I don’t care how good you are,

who you know, or what your motto is.

All I care about is that our family’s

flowers must not be outnumbered,

and I want to see it with my own eyes.

But the bride and groom

have already made their decision.

That’s a good idea.

You’ll get to show off

your floral studio too.

Wasn’t it featured in a French magazine?

Oh yeah?

Send me the location then.

Send it to me too!

What’s your business, Jib?

Just double-checking

the eldest daughter-in-law’s work.

Nosy b*tch.

Then I’m going too.

I’ll send the location

to our group chat then.

If this girl is done,

please give us some privacy.

I want to discuss the Uathepa Square

and how to settle the problem.

I’ll leave then.

But I want Dalah to stay

and have dinner with us.

Get her a chair, please.

Yes.

Dr. Anusorn's election campaign

continues to gain momentum

as the sole candidate for Prime Minister

from the For Thai Society Party.

However, this afternoon,

tenants from Uathepa Square

stepped up their protest

against the demolition of the Square

to construct a new mall, following

its transfer as dowry to the

Tangsinsup family, real estate tycoon…

You can't park here, sir.

Sanchai brought the mob from the Square

to protest about the demolition,

blocking all the entrances and exits.

It was a real mess.

So, I had to back out.

Hope you understand.

But I'll have to order the backhoes

back into the Square soon,

since the tenants

refuse to leave peacefully,

despite our long advanced notice.

If the demolition is delayed any more,

we'll miss the auspicious date

the fortune teller gave.

We’ve already

postponed it twice, Mr. Ekapop.

If this continues,

when can we start

building the community mall?

The Uathepa way of making compromises

is too old-fashioned.

Mr. Kittisak, you know what?

When I went out to talk to the mob,

they had a g*n with them.

A g*n?

I think…

Uncle Ohm must have some ideas.

He’s going to be prime minister,

surely he can handle

something like this, right?

I think we should build a mall that

accommodates the needs of the old tenants.

We'll ask them to move out temporarily,

then let them return

and give them livelihoods

in the new community mall.

Good idea. I think.

A fair compromise.

It’s Risa’s idea.

So, we already have the solution.

Let’s toast to the couple

who always fixes our problems,

Ohm and Risa! Cheers!

I’ll be right back.

Risa said you'd tried the black garlic

I got from Chiang Mai,

-does it help with your blood pressure?

-I'm no longer dizzy.

Kris.

Would you look at the world sometime?

Risa.

Are you all right?

Beautiful.

So sweet.

-Thank you.

-Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Congratulations, Ohm, my nephew!

I want to congratulate the groom-to-be

and the prime minister-to-be.

Let’s celebrate!

That’s right.

Dalah, dear, what’s your mix?

Is your father or mother Thai?

Dalah’s father is American.

He was so cool. I met him

when we were studying in the US.

My goodness!

Is everybody okay? Anyone hurt?

-What’s happening?

-Is this really a six-star hotel?

Oh God. Ohm!

Ohm!

Are you hurt?

Are you okay?

I’m fine.

My hand just got cut

from the broken glass.

Where are the staff?

Get someone to clean this up.

I don’t like seeing broken things.

It's a bad omen.

Slowly, Mother.

Dokrak.

-Come to Daddy.

-Slowly.

You go home first, okay?

Daddy will see you later.

Take good care of her.

It was a good evening,

despite a few bumps.

Right.

Hello, sir.

Koon.

When did you leave the monkhood?

Why didn’t you come see me first?

Oh, Mr. Ekapop.

You know Koon?

Yes, he was my driver a long time ago.

You know, good chauffeurs

are hard to find these days.

Let's come out again, okay.

Okay.

-Good night, sir.

-Good night, sir.

It’s not far.

What's the matter with you?

A night out with your grand-uncle?

You’re of age now, right?

Let me show you how to drink.

Look at you. Who’s going to teach who?

Come on, Pete!

Pam, want to join us?

No, I want to check out the floral studio.

So, it’s just the two of us.

-It’s going to be fun!

-What if you run into a checkpoint?

Checkpoint? I’ll just say, "Take this."

Okay, see you later.

Don’t work your grandson

too hard, alright?

It just occurred to me

that I’m the only guy

among all these girls.

Does that make you proud?

Risa.

Please let everyone know

that the studio

is accessible

from both 13th and 11th Street.

Okay.

Hi.

Hey, Ohm.

Where the heck are you?

Our dicks are hanging waiting for you.

Just your d*ck,

not mine.

Mine is in salute.

Ohm, are you coming?

This is our last prayer service.

Don’t leave us hanging.

I’m on speaker.

Risa is here too.

Is that your new code word?

Prayer service.

Hello, Mommy.

So, can your son Ohm

come out and play with us?

Of course, he can.

But let me borrow him for an hour first.

We’re having some issues

with our flower decorations.

Once that’s sorted,

I’ll send him your way.

You heard that?

Copy that, Mommy.

Bye. See you.

Prayer service?

You have a bachelor night?

Won’t that look bad for a candidate

with a feminist campaign?

It’s not like that, Pam.

I’m just going out for drinks

with my friends.

If I were trying to hide something,

I wouldn’t have put them

on speaker, right?

Even my bride-to-be doesn’t mind.

Right, honey?

Next time, I’ll give you a lesson

on how to please a woman.

-Are you alright?

-I’m fine.

Just keep your eyes on the road.

The road is waiting

for the new PM to come and fix it.

True that.

Temple fair.

A trial of patience for those

who hate entertainment, like me.

This way, please.

Do you trust us this much?

Exposing your passcode like this?

You guys have everything.

More than you could spend in a lifetime.

If you still want to steal my flowers,

be my guest.

The passcode is 0-8-0-9.

What if some as*h*le breaks in?

Pam, watch your language.

What? "as*h*le"?

She’s raising ants as pets?

Creepy.

Be careful.

You have secrets?

Don’t you?

Um…

I’ve already put

all the tulips I could find

in buckets of water for you.

Also some caspia and gypsophila.

The dyed roses

will fully absorb the color by 10 p.m.

Don’t forget to switch them

with a new batch of flowers by then, okay?

Yes, mentor.

Very well. Off to the temple fair now.

Jerd wants it!

That's Jae Som,

the godmother of the flower market.

Right this way.

My design for your wedding tomorrow.

Wow.

They’re beautiful.

Do you like them?

Yes, I do.

Are you cold?

The flowers need this.

What’s the temperature?

Outside the cooler, 15-20 degrees.

Inside the cooler, ten degrees.

Celsius, by the way.

Wow.

You know,

I was so relieved

when I told Mr. Ekapop that blue roses

do not exist in nature

but are created

through genetic manipulation.

He said he chose me

because I’m good at fixing problems.

So, we have to fake it.

But this Royal blue

is such a meaningful color.

It signifies aristocracy,

like the Uathepa.

The sharper we cut the stems,

the better they absorb water

and the longer they’ll last.

Pam, be careful with that.

It’s not a plaything.

I’m not playing.

Uncle Ohm, can you take me to the toilet?

I don’t know where the toilet is.

Out this door.

There can’t be a toilet in here.

Flowers don’t like the scent of urea.

Use the same code to get in.

0-8-0-9.

I’ll go welcome more guests.

I’d like to step out

for some fresh air.

Go ahead.

Welcome.

How mysterious.

Where are the bride and groom?

Inside.

But they went out to the garden

for some fresh air.

Proudly present…

The cold reminds me of Europe.

Package tour? How many countries?

Well, I’m not a government officer

to go on these trips

with taxpayers' money.

Oops. Just kidding.

Excuse me.

Tomorrow is the day,

but the flowers haven’t been paid for.

-I’ll handle it.

-You said you don’t need to get married.

You’ve got the land.

You’ve got everything.

Why do you still need to get married?

You said you could handle everything

without marriage. So, what’s this about?

What is this?

You know you’re harming yourself?

Is it your childhood dream

to be surrounded

by all these beautiful flowers?

A princess in a floral garden,

bright, colorful,

and full of life.

These flowers

may appear bright and colorful,

but they lack vitality.

I work with beauties

that are actually lifeless.

My duty is done.

I’ll leave the rest

for you to take care of.

Tell the bride and groom

not to stay out too late.

How do you plan to move this to the hotel?

The wedding planner’s team

will come to get it in the morning.

I still think the tulips are too small.

See you tomorrow.

See you!

Good night.

Hello?

We’ve called a hundred times.

-No answer. But they told us to come.

-Right, what a waste of time!

In a garden brimming with blooms diverse,

we’re entranced by hues,

a vibrant universe,

that we fail to notice

the subtle competition.

Some flowers are delicate

but eye-catching.

Others are robust but discreet.

We can never know

which flower is battling for space

and by which strategy.