Dalah: Death and the Flowers (2025) s01e01 Episode Script

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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 killed himself
because of your family’s greed?
How could you say that?
-Poor Tong.
-Yeah.
-So sad.
-Ekasit, you piece of shit!
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 shit?
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 bitch.
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 gun with them.
A gun?
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 dick,
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 asshole breaks in?
Pam, watch your language.
What? "Asshole"?
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.
Subtitle translation by: Praeploy Mahawan