01x02 - Eyes That Meet in a Sea of Longing

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Do you believe in multiple lifetimes?

Master Klao!

-What?
-Master!

Where am I?

I too have been pondering

the circumstances that brought you here.

How the hell did I end up here?

What happened to me?

Look at the student sleeping there.

Maybe he's already traveled back in time

to either the Sukhothai
or Ayutthaya period.

Students, what are common methods
for main characters

to travel back in time

and then return to the present?

Through a mirror.

Drowning and being transported
into a body in a another era.

Seeing one's past life
after donning traditional attire.

Those are interesting answers.

But sometimes, drifting off to sleep,

passing out,

or being knocked out by an accident

can make someone travel back in time.

When it comes to traveling back in time,

death is considered the starting point.

It's about dying
and traveling to a different realm,

then being reincarnated as someone else.

Hey, go away.

I want to return to the present.

I'm telling you to go away!

This guy again.

Why am I still here?

I'm stuck in a loop.

Why didn't I die and return to the present
like the professor said?

-Sterilized cloth, posthaste!
-Yes, my Lord.

Gosh, you.

It's just a guy who got soaked.
No need to yell.

As you requested, my Lord.

Really?

Why is he patting me dry?

That tickles.

But if I open my eyes now,
I'll be screwed.

Fetch your master fresh attire,

and summon all servants to the hall.

Tarry no longer,
for my indulgence has its limits.

Yes, my Lord.

Wait.

"Fetch me fresh attire"?
I'm going to be naked?

Hey, don't you dare.
Don't do it.

Don't!

Hey.

You son of a rogue!

Father and son alike!

-b*stard.
-You son of a rogue!

You shall never prosper, Klao!

Father and son alike, wretched both!

Vile thing!

Scum!

You shall never prosper.

Whither do you think to escape me!

A dream within a dream.

Am I dreaming, or is this real?

What is the matter, Master Klao?

Okay, that hurts.

I'm not dreaming.

So I've traveled back in time.

The costumes… the manor…
I'm in the Ayutthaya period, right?

I drowned and passed out,

but I didn't return to the present.

So that's not my way out.

I want my iPad.

I need Wi-Fi.

I want to ask ChatGPT,

"How do I go back to the present?"

Who the hell dressed me up?

Dear Klao's arrival
heralds not the conclusion.

You suffered him to slip away,

unbeknownst to any soul.

Upon his return, you offered no comfort
as he sank into despair.

Chuay.

Have you discerned where he has gone?

Before he vanished,

he was last seen at the riverside market.

And he has been absent ever since.

Henceforth, provide him
with your utmost devotion

and maintain a vigilant watch over him,

especially you, Chuay.

Should any further misfortune befall him,

the caning shall be yours.

I fear a bitter cold has
taken hold of him.

Summon the physician at once.

Yes, my Lord.

Yes, my Lord.

I am aware of your wakefulness,

having heard every word
I spoke behind closed doors.

You yelled
as if the house were on fire.

Forgive me.

Do you wish to return to slumber?

I'm good.

Hey,

by the way,

did you put on new clothes for me?

Indeed.

What stirs your concern?

No, you can't just change
someone's clothes.

I didn't give my consent either.

What has caused this discord?

It was ever my hands
that clothed you in your youth.

Am I now a stranger in your eyes?

Well, you are a stranger to me…

Whether this be a lapse of memory
or the harboring of some silent grievance,

never repeat such displays of conduct.

Voice your concerns, should any arise.

Forsake not your life.

This way, Physician.
Waste no moment, for time is fleeting.

There's no need to hurry.

I believe he's hale and hearty.

Merely adrift in a sea of delusions.

Thee?!

Thee!

Hey, Thee!

-Seize Klao at once!
-Thee!

He has gone mad!

Master Klao.

You traveled through time to save me,

or are you pulling my leg?

Thee.

You've got the guts.

You always have what it takes.

I know your family's rich,

but I didn't expect you to go overboard.

At first,
I thought they were filming a series.

But when I looked around,
there were no cameras.

I've figured it out.

You're providing me
with an immersive experience, right?

Sheesh.

I knew it.

I saw you signaling.

I saw it.

You guys are busted.

Well played, guys.

He suffers not from the wild, Phop,

but from the spirits he has consumed.

I shall provide the remedy.

The remedy?

Hey.

What are you doing?

Expect a severe purging,

yet the remedy shall bring relief.

It shall restore his clarity and dignity.

What are you doing?

What the hell are you doing to me?

Spirits transmute a gentleman
into a vessel of madness.

Take this remedy at once, Klao.

Your condition will improve.

Look at you.
I'm gonna tell Pun about this.

And stop calling me Klao already.

It tastes like sh*t.

What did you just feed me?

Worry not,

for his recovery is assured.

Are you quite certain, Jom?

It appears his condition
is in further decline.

The remedy takes hold.

The expulsion is but the first step.

Does your skepticism remain, Phop?

Does it not strike you as strange

that he so adamantly denies
his own identity,

yet calls you by another name?

I concur.

It is indeed most peculiar.

Where did he acquire these names?

They are entirely foreign to my ears.

By what name did he address you?

He regarded me

with an unfamiliar eye.

A stark contrast to how he was
when he saw you.

This only serves…

to deepen my suspicions.

I believe he remains clouded
by the spirits.

Cast aside your fears,

lest they erode your reason.

Oh, Master.

Master Klao…

Grant him respite,

and forbid him from
all further indulgence.

In time, he shall return to his true self.

Even Thee…

Whatever.

I need to find a way back.

Students, what are common methods
for main characters

to return to the present?

Through a mirror.

Drowning and being transported
into a body in a another era.

Seeing one's past life
after donning traditional attire.

Drowning.

A mirror.

A traditional costume.

The master's mind has once again wandered.

May a star fall this night.

I shall offer prayers
for his swift restoration.

Tonight…

A meteor shower!

I nearly fell, Master!

Yes.

Before I passed out,

I saw a sh**ting star.

Hey, you!

This humble servant is named Chuay,
not "You."

Whatever.

Right now,

where's that scary-looking guy?

The…

The deadpan-looking guy.

The Lord…

or whatever he's called.

He has taken his leave

and returned to
High Lord Pichayabhakdi's manor.

So…

Can you take me back to the woods,

to where you found me, Chuay?

Please help me out, Chuay.

That cannot be done, Master.

The Lord has commanded me to…

prevent any attempt at departure.

Should I disobey,

I would be caned unto my doom.

They cannot be opened.

They have been barred from the outside.

We are both confined to these quarters

until the lord returns.

This is basically solitary confinement.

I'm not shackled by his love!

Get me out of here now!

Hey!

They cannot be made to open.

Fine.

You'll see.

I did warn you, Master.

The doors cannot be opened.

They have been barred from the outside.

Fine.

Oh, good heavens!

A fall from such a height

would certainly shatter
one's bones to dust.

The thought of such an antic

sends a chill through my marrow.

Oh, I'm done.

I can't think of anything.

My Master,

pray tell me.

Is your condition

the result of an indulgence in opium?

If I tell you,

will you take me to the woods?

I cannot, Master.

Master,

was your absence
due to an indulgence in opium?

If I tell you,

you will take me to the woods, right?

It cannot be done, Master.

I think enough has been said.

My master

would not succumb to the allure of opium.

There is a remedy for spirits,

but for the opium

even the Physician has none.

You mean Thee?

I once had back pain.

I asked him to buy me some plasters,

but he came back with
a bag of plaster mix!

The physician…

Master?

What troubles you so?

A stomachache.

Master.

It feels like my tummy's gonna explode.

A stomachache that
could burst one's belly?

Perhaps…

Is it abdominal tuberculosis?

Yes. Abdominal tuberculosis!

Ab-dominoes and everything. Argh!

Get the Physician.

Summon the Physician for me.

Yes, Master.

It hurts. I can't.

My stomach's going to burst!

Cuckoo.

Cuckoo!

Cuckoo.

Cuckoo!

Cuckoo.

Cuckoo!

Cuckoo!

Quite a rascal.

But I'm worse.

Ow!

This way.

Make haste, I beg you.

What is it, Chuay?

He just arrived,

yet you seek the physician
only after nightfall?

You again.

Do people in the old days
have nothing better to do?

It is Master Klao, my Lord.

Such is his distress that he recoils.

I think it's abdominal tuberculosis.

Could such a disease be possible?

His restless spirit
showed no sign of waning.

Who is watching over him?

Chuay, you have been deceived by him.

Klao.

What brings you to these shadows?

Pun!

Yes. I'm safe now.

Pun.

What are you doing here?

Gosh…

You know what's happening, don't you?

Klao…

Jom's words were true.
You have lost your wits.

Hey, Pun.

No, don't do me like this.

Klao, it pains me.

Jom!

Where are you?

Jom!

Oh, Nakun?

Have you eaten yet?

I'm starving.

Nakun, try this.

It's the new mint flavor.

If you don't mind…

-How is it?
-Gosh…

Refreshing breath,

nice and clean.

What kind of prank is this?

Thee.

Stop pulling pranks on Nakun.

This isn't funny at all.

Eat it yourself.

He mocks me for liking mint chocolate.

It's fine, Pun.

This is nothing.

He always does stuff like this.

Come on, Pun.

You're mad like I pranked you.

I'll eat it. Here.

Hey, don't.

It's fine.

It's nothing.

Well, enjoy.

I just ate some.

Yeah, eat up!

-Look at him.
-You--

You're still mad at me?

Pun doesn't pull pranks on others.

If this is really him,
he wouldn't be deceiving me.

Why?

Traveling through time isn't enough?

Why is it someone who looks like
my friend and fraternity brother?

Klao. Return to the manor at once.

Let go!

I told you I'm not Klao!

Stop calling me by that name!

Master Klao!

Master.

Trouble him no further.

Allow him his solitude.

Leave him to the quiet counsel
of his own thoughts.

I shall attend to him shortly.

Of course.

Why would there be a meteor shower?

It doesn't happen
every night, does it?

I won't get to return home, will I?

Will my mom be surprised?

What about the real Thee and Pun?
How will they be?

You're here to drag me back?

I am here for the sake of companionship.

Draw your breath slowly,

or you will faint.

Hey.

Who were those two?

Jom and Kaew,

companions since our youth.

You…

You're not lying, are you?

I harbor no deceit when I speak to you.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Rest now.

Long and undisturbed repose
is what is required.

Fret not,

for you shall return to
your senses in no time.

Can I ask you something?

Where are we?

This is the small manor,

situated on
the estate of High Lord Pichayabhakdi,

my father.

Why can't you remember this?

And…

what province?

Province?

What city?

Is it in Bangkok or what?

Do you speak of…

Phra Nakhon?

Phra Nakhon…

Phra Nakhon Si Ayutthaya?

No.

Ayothaya Si Ram Thep Nakhon.

And…

Day?

What day is it?

Sunday.

What month…

and year?

Year Six of the Decennial Cycle.

or 986 of the Lesser Era.

The Year of the Rat.

The Second Lunar Month.

The First Waxing Moon.

Sunday.

The reign of King Songtham.

KING SONGTHAM

Who is King Songtham?

I just know King Naresuan, King Narai.

ROYAL CHRONICLES OF AYUTTHAYA KINGDOM

Lesser Era?


SUPHANNAPHUM DYNASTY

What year in modern calendar
is this Lesser Era?

See, Nakun?
This is why you failed the exam!

Why didn't you study harder?

I've really traveled back
to the Ayutthaya period, haven't I?

Around 300-400 years ago.

Have you sustained any injuries?

Hey, what are you doing?

Remain still for a moment.

Do men of this age

actually look this handsome?

Hey!

No, no, no, no.

He's 400 years older than me.

He may be good-looking,

but he's like
my great-great-great ancestor!

Klao?

Is it that your memory of me has faded,

or do you harbor grievances against me?

No matter.

It matters not, now.

Rest,

and adhere to
the physician's medicinal instructions,

and you shall recover.

Let's say.

Let's just say…

I've really traveled back
to the Ayutthaya period.

The question is…

Why me?

Why here?

What promise did you make, and to whom?

Someone from the past
awaits its fulfillment.

Why did I have to get into this faculty?

Can we go back in time and change this?

What if time, as we know it,

doesn't move linearly?

It loops back,

becoming a cycle.

This suggests that

the concepts of past
and future lives might actually exist.

Traveling back in time

and becoming myself in my past life?

No way.

That's insane.

It's impossible, right?

That's way too much like fiction.

All right. If I can't go back right now,

I guess I have to become Klao.

I guess you're Klao now, Nakun!

Are you awake from your slumber?

Would you refresh yourself, Master?

Sure.

Does the bathroom have a shower

or a bathtub?

There are no bathrooms
in the Ayutthaya period?

So cold! I refuse.

I won't shower no matter what.

Chuay.

Can you heat up the water for me?

Please?

Master has gone mad,
yet he shall recover…

Master has gone mad,
yet he shall recover.

Master has gone mad,
yet he shall recover…

Master has gone mad,
yet he shall recover.

Master has gone mad,

yet he shall recover.

Chuay.

Yes, Master?

What is this?

Is it a makeup brush?

Master.

The trousers you wear,
are they from the Farangi?

You mean my boxers?

Yes, they're from Farangi.

Oh, but…

Don't let anyone touch them.

Don't let anyone wash them either.

They're extremely important.

My personal belongings,

and they were expensive.

It's also a one-off.

Yes, Master.

I shall not lay my hands on your "boxers."

Gosh…

All right.

Hair curls.

Check out those commas.

It's the Korean style,

Come on.

I'm craving breakfast.

Master has gone mad,
yet he shall recover.

Master has gone mad,
yet he shall recover…

Await me, Master.

Your rice, Master.

Thank you.

Feast, Master.

Where are my spoon and fork?

You want me to eat with my hands?

Here, Master.

Yes, Master…

Yes, Master.

Sai poured her whole heart into this meal.

Indeed, Master.

Your name is Sai?

Yes, Master.

She is my beloved.

Your beloved?

Chuay, how old are you?

Why did you get a wife so quickly?

This is nothing strange.

My peers have already founded
their own lineages.

And…

Klao…

Sorry.

What about me?

Master Klao…

You have even forgotten about…

I have one?

No, Master.

What a relief.

Does no trace of it remain?

Well…

I'm starting to recall some of it now.

Grant us your questions,

for we are both ready to answer.

Sai and I

shall aid you
in regaining memories, Master.

Well…

That deadpan Lord…

is he taken?

Our Lord is a gracious

and generous soul,

much like High Lord Pichayabhakdi,

his father.

He is devoid of arrogance,

treating even the lowliest
with unwavering respect.

He bears a most refined composure,

befitting his striking visage.

By the way…

This Lord…

How old is he?

He is your elder by a year.

He will reach his 21st year
in the course of this cycle.

Twenty-one…

Handsome, with a wealthy father…

He's not old by the standards of this era.

I guess he's married, right?

He has yet to establish
a household of his own.

Really?

Despite his good looks,

he's still not married?

Such is not the case, Master.

A lord of such striking beauty

holds half the maidens of the capital
in longing for his hand.

Desired by many,

he is yet moved by none.

He's not keen on commitment, is he?

He is not, Master.

He takes no liking to any maiden,

nor does he seek

the company of women of the night.

Is he g*y?

No, Master.

He is not gray.

He is sharp, not dull.

He harms no soul,

nor acts in a shady manner.

I get it now. Continue.

He seeks to devote every effort
toward the betterment of the land.

Like doing work?

What work?

He serves in the ranks of
the Royal Patrol Division

of the Ministry of the Capital.

Cease this.
What manner of quarrel is this?

Oh, so he's kinda like security?

He safeguards the populace

and suppresses
all manner of banditry and vice.

He is indebted to us…

a gambling debt, my Lord.

Yet, your grievances
do not excuse this brawling.

Leave.

Claim your recompense on the morrow.

Forsake the wager,

and dedicate yourself to honest trade.

Deliver unto them
the payment on the morrow.

Oh, he's been working so hard

that he doesn't have time for dating.

I mean…

Seeking a partner.

You might well put it that way, indeed.

The lord usually

takes no heed

of the welfare of others.

His concern is reserved solely for…

you, Master Klao.

Indeed, Master.

In your absence,

the lord summoned us all
for a stern interrogation.

His voice resounded across the estate.

I saw that.

If that is the case, Master,

do not depart from us again,

for I fear the lord
may fall into worry once more.

To regain one's memory

requires a long period of restoration.

I cannot say with certainty how long.

Yet you are the finest physician
the capital has ever known.

Surely some remedy exists
to aid his recovery.

I accept your praise with gratitude.

Yet whichever physician you consult,

the conclusion remains immutable.

I shall provide
a remedy to strengthen the mind then.

Shall we see to him at the manor?

I concur,

though only on the morrow.

The capital calls this day.

The capital?

Who requires your summons?

I need to procure medicines
from the Farangi.

No one summons me.

Is another day agreeable to you?

Klao's condition remains precarious.

You…

Regarding Klao's affairs,

your heart is more troubled
than your own.

Phop, the hour of joy calls!

-Klao, stay!
-Klao, mind your footing!

Masters.

Be wary, Masters.

Masters.

Pursue me, if your legs are stout.

Crash!

Jom, this is for you.

Away with it.

I am no lady.

-Master!
-Master!

-Klao!
-Master!

Master…

Klao, you are but a whimper.

Seek solace in your lady mother's skirts.

Jom, cease this mockery.

Heed your manners.

You know full well
he is bereft of a mother's care.

We shall escort you to the manor.

No need.

I will attend to him.

It is truly a grievous thing,

to have been orphaned of a mother's love.

Jom.

I propose that

we attend to him together.

I have prepared
his beloved dessert, khanom tom.

See to him quickly,
before the freshness fades.

On the morrow.

Your affections
have been so lavish that Klao is spoiled.

Observe the fruits
of lavish indulgence.

To find his company, seek breweries
and the ladies of the night.

He is favored by fortune
to have found his way back.

I have long felt the urge to caution him,

but solely out of deference
to your feelings,

I refrained from speaking.

I am utterly confounded.

You've forgotten how to dress yourself
and even eat.

At least you still retain
the ability to dine.

Else I would fear for your very life.

Master! Master!

Your attire is disheveled.

Allow me to assist you, Master.

Come on.

If you're not gonna let me
wear my trousers,

then let me wear them like this.
They're too tight.

It cannot be done.

Grant me this one request, Master.

-Allow me to assist you.
-Gosh.

Master Klao.

What stays your hand, Chuay?

The Lord has summoned you.

Oh, dear, he is summoning us.

Make haste, for His Excellency awaits.

As predicted.

His Excellency awaits.

Gosh, why did you have to
repeat his words?

Master.

If you find the lord stern,

you shall find his father, His Excellency,

even more formidable.

I beg of you, Master.

-Attend to your attire, Master.
-Come on, get up.

Fine!

Troubled throat?

That is Kong,

the lord's servant.

Hello.

Hello?

Do you speak a foreign tongue, Klao?

Or is that
the customary greeting of Phichit?

Phichit…

Klao's from Phichit?

Be seated.

Take your place beside Phop.

Understood.

Phop has mentioned your affliction.

How fares your recovery?

Has it taken its leave?

The servants claim that

you have gone mad.

Is it so?

Have you lost all your memories?

Good heavens.

Who…

Who am I?

By what name am I known?

Is your mind a complete void?

It appears
he has not only lost his memories,

but he has also
lost his command of language.

Could this man
truly not be Dear Klao?

Is this an apparition in his likeness?

-Oh, dear.
-Go not near him.

Bud.

Euang.

Cease your jesting for now.

Dearest Klao,

my name is Lady Prayong,

Lord Phop's mother

and the primary consort of
High Lord Pichayabhakdi.

On the morrow, we shall visit the temple.

Kindly join me on this journey

so that misfortunes may be dispelled.

The current moment is ill-suited,

for he is still feeble.

The physician forbids him
from leaving the estate.

It is a journey to the temple.

What harm could possibly befall him?

Dearest Klao.

Will you join us to the temple?

With pleasure.

Behold.

This brings him immense joy.

Abide by your mother's words.

You, too, are to join us

and accompany him.

Understood, Father.

It is my decree that
he vacate the small manor

and take up residence here.

It's okay.

I'd rather stay at the small manor.

I also don't want to trouble you.

You shall seek shelter here,

where your well-being
can be properly overseen.

Prior to his passing,

Lord Preechapiban,

your father,

left you in my keeping.

Should you vanish once more,

your father's spirit

shall find no rest.

Chuay.

Retrieve your master's essential
belongings

and convey them here before nightfall.

Yes, my Lord.

Klao's father has already died.

What was the cause of his death?

Why did he leave Klao with His Excellency?

Everyone's staring at me harshly.

Why?

Gosh.

How am I supposed to pretend to be him?

I know nothing about Klao.

Our current proximity is indeed ideal,

for it allows me
to keep a close eye on you.

Isn't this a bit weird?

Are you sure
we're just friends from childhood?

This freaking Lord…

What is he to Klao?

Do eat.

You have withered in our absence.

Don't tell me…

Don't tell me that…

Father!

Klao's father is dead.

Whose voice roars so loudly yonder?

Fortune teller!

Klao!

You ought not to run about on your own.
Someone might do you harm.

You are the one
who harms me.

Suffers from amnesia
and remembers nothing of himself…

Should I ever forget you,
what will you do?

Nothing.

Even if you forget me,

I shall care for you still.

I told you not to come in yet, Chuay.

Forgive me for this morning.

Do not hold it against me.