Goddess Bless You from Death (2025) s01e03 Episode Script

All seven of them, their age, jobs,
surroundings, and families,
nothing connects them at all.
- And who was the latest victim?
- Phakaphong, the transgender victim.
Send our informant to find out
what this symbol means.
Seems like the victim
got involved in black magic.
It'll take a while
before we can close this case.
I'd like us to go back
to how we used to be.
There was a similar case
in Chiang Mai, Sing.
Same traces on the body,
same setup at the scene.
Fifteen years ago in Sisaket,
ten years ago in Phang Nga,
five years ago in Chiang Mai,
and now Bangkok.
Could the killer be committing
mass murders every five years?
Due to Police Colonel Singha Wetarak’s
negligence,
the suspect’s death occurred.
He is hereby removed from his position,
pending further investigation
until the next stage of inquiry.
Oh, Sing.
If the commander doesn’t approve,
should I tell the team heading upcountry
to pause for now?
No need.
We stick to the original plan.
We have to close this case fast,
before it’s too late.
Call back everyone
from provincial fieldwork.
Have them continue
the probe at the next victim’s house.
Roger that.
What are you doing?
Uh, nothing.
I was waiting, so I doodled a bit.
I'm heading out for a bit.
- Where to?
- Victim’s house.
I’ll just wait in the room.
Don’t wanna bother you. I’d feel bad.
What’s wrong with you?
Weren’t you the one who wanted to
stay close because of ghosts?
I told you to come along,
but you held back.
So what do you actually want?
Uh, I…
You’re the only witness
and the spiritual consultant in this case.
Do whatever I tell you to do.
From now on, if any other cop
orders you around, ignore them.
Only listen to me. Got it?
Yes.
Hurry up.
Sey.
Can I take a day off today?
I'm submitting a leave form
to the department head here.
Just thinking about
what I have to do today is exhausting.
No way.
It’s a big case. I can’t handle it alone.
You need to help me coordinate
with the provincial hospitals today.
And cross-check the cases too.
Yeah. Got it.
Then let’s split up.
See you at the hospital.
What?
You should stop these habits.
No touching outside of the bed.
It’s not the same anymore.
Get that straight.
Hey, what’s up?
You coming to my place tonight?
Don’t think so. Busy with work.
I invited a bunch of hot people, man.
All your type.
Maybe you’ll finally get a new guy.
But…
- I…
- Or you’ll never move on from the old one.
See you tonight, man.
Who were you talking to?
A friend.
You invited him?
Nah, not me.
Sey didn’t ask me to come.
I went to Sey’s condo last night.
Didn’t see him there.
So I thought I’d try here.
Are you two back together or what?
Whether we are or not,
it’s none of your business.
But if you’re that curious, I’ll answer.
We’re not getting back together.
Even if everything feels the same.
So why are you here?
If you need anything for the case,
you should come see us
at the forensic institute.
Why? Just like before.
Me, Singha, and you two,
we used to work cases together.
- So why can’t I come see you now?
- Like I said,
everything may feel the same,
but it’s not the same.
I’m actually here about the case.
But not about the autopsy report.
I want to know about the kid
staying with Singha.
I’ll give you one chance to
answer properly. Is that kid a witness,
or… what exactly is he in this case?
Here’s the warrant.
HOUSE FOR SALE
Thank you for your cooperation.
Hello.
Sing. I invited Ms. Koi, the neighbor,
and Mr. Ton, the village committee head,
to witness the house inspection.
Ms. Koi said he hasn’t left home for days.
Mr. Thee?
Mr. Thee, are you home? Mr. Thee.
Even his Dharma radio hasn’t been on.
Until they realized he was gone.
Hm.
Inspector. After his wife passed away,
he started listening to Dharma radio,
and turned more toward religion.
His daily routine was quiet,
avoiding people.
He mostly kept to himself.
Split up and search the place.
Each victim must have
something that connects them.
We just need to find what it is.
- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.
- Stay here for now.
- Okay.
Help!
Help!
Help me!
Help me!
Help me!
Help me!
Help me!
Help me!
No signs of a struggle.
That means
the victim wasn’t attacked here.
After his wife suddenly died
of a heart attack,
he started making merit
and visiting temples every day.
And before he went missing,
he had gone to make merit again.
Find out which temple he usually went to.
And take the neighbor in for questioning.
Got it, Sing.
Oh, Thup.
Can I use the bathroom for a sec?
Don’t touch anything.
Singha!
Singha!
Singha!
Singha!
Singha!
Singha!
Singha!
Singha, help me!
Thup! Thup!
Thup! Thup!
Thup! Thup!
Thup! Thup!
Thup!
It’s me.
Calm down.
Easy, easy.
Breathe slowly.
Easy.
Okay?
Breathe… Breathe.
What got you this time?
Ghosts.
Two of them.
One I’ve never seen before.
It's a woman… White eyes,
and her mouth's slit to her ears.
The other one was the owner of this house.
You mean… Mr. Thee?
Yes.
You sure you weren’t just hallucinating?
He vomited out…
a ghost-summoning talisman.
Same kind you found
at the last victim’s house.
And there was also…
a Tukta Siakaban Samoltat,
with an elephant-like head.
Like this?
Yes.
The doll’s neck was snapped,
just like that.
Now you can’t say
I was just imagining things.
I checked already.
The two yantras are completely identical.
Since you’re the expert
in this kind of thing,
can you tell me,
where these yantras come from,
or who’s giving them out?
If they're just
talismans or yantra cloths,
any temple could hand them out.
There are thousands
of temples in Thailand.
Can you narrow it down a bit?
I may have grown up in a temple,
but I’m not some mystic-marketing expert.
What about this doll?
This kind of doll
is called a "Tukta Siakaban."
It’s used in a ritual to
dispel misfortune.
They believe every child born
into the world
has a guardian spirit called Mae Sue.
Some say Mae Sue protects the child.
But others believe it’s the one
who brings sickness upon them.
That’s why they perform a Siakaban ritual,
or a Mae Sue Cleansing Ceremony.
- Leave the doll at a crossroads.
- Yes, Venerable Grandfather.
The elder monk once told me
I went through that ritual
myself as a kid.
Villagers believe that
the clay doll represents that child.
Once the Mae Sue spirit takes the doll,
it won’t harm the child again.
These rituals vary from place to place.
I’m not even sure
if they always have to break the head.
But honestly, no one
ever takes a ritual doll like that home.
It’s bad energy.
Then can you explain why this victim
buried the doll in his garden?
A doll with its head broken,
wrapped in a yantra cloth
used for summoning spirits,
and buried underground.
I think someone cursed them.
When that happens,
their life force weakens.
And spirits can harm them.
All that just from one doll?
Sing, don’t mock what you don’t believe.
I’ve heard of people
who really use black magic.
Maybe Mr. Thee thought bringing
that stuff home was good luck.
Even if temples hand out yantra cloths,
no temple
would ever give away dolls like these.
You'd only find it
in a shaman's house
or a spiritual medium's shrine.
It's not like I have many options.
But we’ll never know till we try.
Track both victims for me.
See if they ever visited such places.
Yes, sir. I’ll check it out.
Inspector Singha, are you investigating,
or interrogating witnesses?
‪SEVEN-BODY CASE
You never call me in.
Why would I?
My job is to find the culprit.
If all we do is hold meetings,
or kiss up to the boss,
the killer’s not gonna
show up to get caught.
I understand.
So if I work for once,
you won’t interfere, right, Inspector?
Mr. Thamawat,
please come give your statement to me.
King.
I just want to question
the only witness at the scene.
No objections from you, right, Inspector?
Because if you refuse to cooperate,
I might have to reconsider
Mr. Thamawat’s status,
that maybe he’s not just…
a witness anymore.
I can go.
Thup.
Singha, I’m fine.
Either way, I have to cooperate
with the investigation.
Follow me.
When you answered King this morning,
you meant it, right?
When have I ever lied?
Every word was true.
Hey, you think King will believe it?
That Thup really saw ghosts?
Or will he go after Thup like Singha did?
Doesn’t really concern us.
Let the police handle it.
So, you’re not gonna ask me
where I’m sleeping tonight?
Nope.
Got plans tonight.
Yeah.
I’m coming with you tonight.
What’s with Inspector Singha?
Letting a murder suspect walk around free?
Singha did nothing wrong.
I’m a witness, not a suspect.
You just call him by his name?
Are you two that close?
But legally speaking, Mr. Thamawat,
no witness is ever fully reliable,
not until the real culprit is caught.
No matter how many times you ask,
I’ll give you the same answer.
I didn’t do it.
Hm.
Actually,
I don’t intend to ask
what every other officer already did.
They say you can see ghosts.
Is that true?
You insist that you can see the unseen
that science can’t explain,
that’s why you got
tangled up in this case.
Yes.
Singha doesn’t believe
in any of that stuff.
So why did he keep you at his place?
Uh… well,
does that have anything
to do with the case?
When I’m with Sing,
I don’t even know
why I stop seeing those terrifying things.
Singha always protects me
from the spirits,
and also from cops
who just want a scapegoat.
I know the police want to
close the case fast,
but if that’s how it’s done,
I’m not playing along.
Do you know why Singha keeps you close?
So it’s easier to frame you later.
Because you’re so obedient.
Don’t you know
he’s done this before?
Someone died because of it.
But I’m not dismissing
what you said about seeing the unseen.
Because no matter how I look at it,
this case isn’t normal.
If you ever have useful information,
you should come to me, not Singha.
Because if you trust
the wrong cop and end up dead,
don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Inspector, you can't do that.
Didn’t you read Thup’s lab results file?
Nothing on his shirt links to the victim.
There's no circumstantial evidence either.
I read it.
I just wanted to talk.
What's wrong?
Can’t I talk to him?
You’re the one keeping him at your place.
Think no one knows?
How sure are you
that you won’t screw up again?
- Same seat as always.
- Yeah.
Tonight, man,
I’ve got plenty of good wine for you.
Bay, I’m not drinking much.
I’ve got work tomorrow.
That’s Barolo,
a famous wine from Italy.
It has a strong aroma,
maybe not ideal for beginners.
Right. I’m not that good with wine.
Then I'll let Buss take care of you.
Bay.
You should start with a Merlot.
This wine has a rich flavor,
and a soft fruity scent.
Perfect for beginners, or maybe…
for getting to know someone new.
Come on, I’ll take a picture for you.
Smile, man.
One, two, three.
Hey, I’m crashing here tonight.
I’m drunk.
Sey.
I don’t like this.
Go take a shower first.
You stink.
I’m sleeping like this.
Shouldn’t have gone there.
Too crowded, too loud.
Got a headache too.
Then don’t go next time.
Yeah. You still nag like always.
You’re huge, you know.
Thup.
What did King talk to you about?
He just questioned me. That’s all.
He talked about the case's odds.
I insisted I didn't do it.
Same as I told you.
That's it?
Don't you lie to me.
What did King say to you?
Inspector King said that
maybe…
you didn't want to protect me.
But that you kept me
so you could frame me more easily.
I saw the old transfer document.
Did you cause a suspect
to commit suicide in a holding room?
Inspector King said maybe I'm next.
Did you really do it?
Everything he said
was all true.
I did cause someone's death.
Stop, stop, why bring me here?!
- Come.
- Let go. I didn't do it!
Sit.
Sit!
- Why bring me here?
- We'll find out if you're guilty or not!
Down!
Whether you're guilty or not,
We'll deal with it in court.
- Quiet.
- Help!
If you don't cooperate,
the holding room will become a cell.
Let me out! Let me out.
Shit.
King. King.
King.
News spread nationwide
that I arrested the wrong suspect.
So I was transferred.
I had to take responsibility
for every mistake.
As for King,
he was promoted
and joined his father at HQ.
Even if it wasn't all my doing,
I caused an innocent person to die.
If a cop like me had dared to
stand firm a bit more
and hadn’t followed King,
that wouldn’t have happened.
I’m not that good a cop, Thup.
But I'm still better than
that bastard King.
To me,
you're already a good cop.
If I were that good,
you wouldn’t doubt me.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry for misunderstanding you.
But I didn’t believe
Inspector King’s words.
I still came back to sleep at your house.
’Cause my house isn’t haunted.
Right?
Yeah.
But… I wanted to see for myself
what kind of cop you really are.
Otherwise, I wouldn’t have come back here.
Believe me. I wouldn’t risk my life.
Can you stop making that face?
I feel bad now.
I’m not making any face.
Stop sulking.
I’ve never begged anyone
except the elder monk.
Stop comparing me to a monk.
But I’m comparing you
to the one I love most.
Since the elder monk passed away,
I only have you left.
Take me in, please.
Short-term or long-term, I don’t mind.
Don’t cross the line.
You stay only until the case is done.
Ugh.
I know you’re strong on the outside.
But deep down,
you're just so soft.
See? Soft.
The hell’s wrong with you?
Thanks for worrying about me.
I’ve been a burden to you today.
It’s my job anyway.
- Hello.
- Hi.
We are Ghost Hunt.
Today we’re at
the infamous Seven Corpses Tree.
Let me tell you all, today,
if I see a ghost, I’ll ask right away
who the killer is.
Shit.
Damn you guys.
Hey, spirit! Come out!
Someone's testing your power!
Bom, we’re a ghost-hunting channel, dude.
If we want fame,
the ghost better show up fast.
You can’t work with us at all.
- Guys.
- Hey!
Hey, Dear. Where were they hanged?
- Where?
- Here?
- These ropes?
- Yeah.
Shit.
- Damn, it’s real.
- Hey, hey.
- There’s fruit to eat too.
- Guys.
They say this place
was built over an old graveyard.
Right on top of it.
This must be real for sure.
Hey, let’s go back.
Why are you in such a hurry?
The fun’s just about to start.
Hey, Bom. Want an orange? I’ll peel it.
Eat it yourself.
Whoa, look. All rotten.
Stand there, guys.
- What?
- I wanna shoot a thumbnail.
Here.
- Come on.
- Yeah.
I’ll use this shot for the thumbnail.
Ready, one, two, three.
- Yeah. Hey, where’s the stuff?
- Here.
Hey. Did you hear footsteps?
Hey.
This isn’t right.
If you wanna livestream,
do it in daylight.
Ugh.
If you’re scared, wait in the car.
- Yeah.
- Views are spiking right now.
I’m not going anywhere.
- You’ll see something real soon.
- Don’t chicken out. Come on, keep going.
You sure about this?
Yeah, we’ve come this far.
With this method,
it’ll work for sure. I looked it up.
Yeah.
So, one incense stick is
for paying respect to the dead.
But if you do this…
it’s to summon a spirit.
Please, let me see a ghost just once.
I’ll ask it myself who the killer is.
Let me see it, please.
Record this, record this.
Shit, that’s a real crow sound.
The tire’s too soft.
Stay here.
Singha.
Singha, the car door’s locked.
Why can’t I open it?
What happened?
Another ghost?
Yes.
But I’ve seen this one before.
Where?
Clearly… it was in your office.
If it’s followed me this far,
maybe it’s trying to
warn us about something.
If it wanted to warn you,
it wouldn’t scare you.
Let’s go.
Views are skyrocketing,
tens of thousands now.
What should I do to thank the viewers?
If it hits… 30,000,
I’ll climb the tree and call the ghosts.
Yeah, do it!
- Should I?
- Yeah, go on!
- Let’s do it.
- Hurry up!
- For real?
- Yeah.
What’s there to fear? We’ve come this far.
Hey, Jump, be careful.
Relax, man.
Alright. Three, two, one.
Hey!
That’s so cool.
See? Nothing happened.
- Yeah.
- Totally chill.
What’s wrong?
Just seeing things,
stared at the screen too long.
- Shit!
- Jump!
- Hey!
- The hell’s wrong with you?
Jump, what’s wrong?
You called me, so I came to you!
- Shit, I’m scared!
- Jump!
- Jump!
- Jump!
- Police! Stop! I said stop!
- Don’t come near me!
- Hold him!
- Stay still!
- What’s happening?
- Hold him down!
- Calm down!
- I’m scared!
I said stop!
What’s happening? Hey!
- He’s not making sense.
- We didn’t do anything.
- Nothing, sir!
- Jack!
Take him outside to calm down.
I’m scared!
- Move it.
- I’m scared, don’t hurt me!
I’m really scared!
You’ve trespassed on a crime scene.
That’s against the law.
How did you even get in here?
Show me your IDs. Got any?
And stop filming right now.
Give it here.
Turn it off. Now.
How did you get in here, huh?
Do you even know this is a crime scene?
God, these kids…
Thup. Thup.
Thup.
Thup.
Thup.
Don’t be afraid. I’m right here.
Tell me everything you saw last night.
- See a ghost?
- You saw it too?
I think the ghost is following orders.
There’s hair too, I’ll send it to the lab.
Maybe the DNA matches a victim.
You said those yantras and clay dolls
must belong to a spirit Shaman’s House
or a medium’s shrine, right?
What if it’s a meditation center
that lures people in?
I’m glad I could help you, really.
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