In KhetTawan’s living room, Mattana pleads her case and tries to prove to him that she is indeed his real fan.
She tells them (KhetTawan and Khun Akachai) that she went by “Tawanchai Glaang Jai Chan” during her fangirling days. Khun Ak perks up at the name, “so you’re her?! I remember that- you would correct the news on Ponn’s behalf a lot. You were very cute.”
KhetTawan gives his friend a warning look. “That’s how I feel, I’ve been wanting to meet you for a long time now,” Khun Ak continues.
“Are you finished with your show and tell now?” KhetTawan questions with irritation.
“Not yet-“ she says and adds, “not until you’re convinced.”
But he pretends to look away, as if he doesn’t care.
She tells him to check his camera, she was one of the fans who were in the front line when he was coming out of his car and taking a picture of his fanclub. Khun Ak encourages KhetTawan that Mattana’s case is easy to prove, he has saved all of the memory cards.
KhetTawan leans down and says, “So what if you’re the real fanclub? Should I agree to interview with you then? Get your stupid belongings together and get out of my house.”
Mattana starts to tear up, “They’re not stupid treasures! They’re my good memories, they’re meaningful and they will stay with me until I die.” One man’s garbage is another man’s treasure.
KhetTawan doesn’t budge, “Ak, help her pack her things.” He walks towards her, “You’re no different from other paparazzi’s who constantly stalk me! You start with lies but I have integrity. We have nothing to say to each other anymore. I don’t want to see your face and you remember this,” he spat, “you only know me one sided.”
She is crying openly now, the tears flowing from her eyes.
He continues on his chastising, “You’re just a fangirl. I don’t know you and that’s the way it’s going to be forever. Goodbye.”
Ah so cruel. I must say, that is not how you should treat your fangirl. But we also have to consider it from KhetTawan’s perspective too, she didn’t go about things the right way and that’s just the repercussion.
KhetTawan walks away after his last words.
Khun Ak consoles Mattana as she cries, while KhetTawan peers at them from the doorway. His friend tries to talk some manners/sense into him later.
“This kid is not like other reporters. Even if you don’t like her, just speak nicely to her. No need to crush her like that,” Khun Ak says. “How can you treat someone who adores you like that?” But all KhetTawan could muster is a scowl and takes his dog out for a walk.
But as much as he tries to stay away, she keeps coming back. Persistence is her middle name- and she’s going to write his story if it kills her.
She sneaks around KhetTawan’s house, climbs the fence and proceeds to climb the tree for a better view of the house. Bot and Risa are bantering on the balcony but Mattana only focuses on the pictures of the property.
“What are you doing little girl?” KhetTawan questions as he peers at her from below the tree. Her lucky sneakers are on the ground.
His voice scares her and she topples from the tree branch.
“I’m not like the leading guy in the movies,” he comments, no effort to help her.
“Are you trying to kill me?” she accuses as she rubs her bottom.
“You did it to yourself- but it is an appropriate punishment.” KhetTawan notices the camera and makes a beeline for it.
“Please don’t throw it away!” she pleads. “I’ve saved up money for years to be able to purchase it- I’ve stopped eating ice cream for 4 years!”
He takes the memory card out and she stammers, “I stopped eating chocolate for those.”
KhetTawan has her memory card in one and her camera in the other, “Ice cream and chocolate?”
“Please give it back to me.”
“What pictures did you take?” he questions.
“Nothing much, just the hotel, beach and your house..”
“You must have taken a picture of Risa and Bot arguing too- and you’ll create something scandalous with that too, right?!”
“I swear I didn’t take it. I guarantee it.”
He wants to scoff, “What honor do you reporters have left to guarantee your words? But it’s good you didn’t take it- otherwise Siam Sarn will hear of this.
“We don’t create news, we write the truth,” she defends.
“Journalists like you write the truth?”
“It’s been two times now that you’ve insulted me- since you must have met bad journalists in the past, why don’t you give me a chance to prove to you that not all journalists are bad?” Well, seeing that she was conniving from the start..
“I don’t need to try!” he barks. “I’m keeping this memory card and you can have your camera back.”
He focuses on her backpack instead and searches the contents.
“There’s nothing in there,” she says.
He tosses it back to her, “Little girl, go back and remember this, don’t let me see your face or your camera around here again.”
”Then I’d like to ask you for an interview.”
“Forget it!” he replies.
“I’ll go now, but when you’re in a better mood we can talk again.” She starts to backtrack.
“There is no next time!”
Mattana leaves barefooted and the rain starts to pour.
When she reaches the hotel, she starts to feel chilled to the bone. Shane Cross calls to ask her out to dinner again. Prior to this, when she was taking photos of the hotel and she snapped one of him, he practically barked at her. His reaction scared her to death, so the phone call was surprising.
“You’re still mad at me?” he asks. Totally bipolar. “I must apologize I was in a bad mood and I don’t like to take pictures..”
“It’s not that. I get it. I’m not mad. I don’t like people calling me fat either,” she says. “But I forgot my shoes from Khun KhetTawan’s house.”
“Go and buy a new one,” he advises.
“No it’s my good luck charm- I won’t leave without it until I know it’s safe.”
“Then we can eat at the hotel’s restaurant,” he offers, and she accepts.
During dinner, Shane plants a seed in Mattana’s head. He tells her about his business ventures and that one in particular was damaged terribly due to a man who has smeared his name. He tells her that he likes to do merit and that he has forgiven said man for the damages.
Mattana goes for round two the next morning. She wakes up with a searing headache from yesterday. In bunny slippers, she heads over to KhetTawan’s house and refuses to leave until he accepts her interview.
She is determined, strong willed- she stands outside of his driveway as the pouring rain soaked through her bones.
After some time later, Khun Ak convinces his best friend to check on the girl. And as a good friend he does. KhetTawan looks at her crumble form on the floor, like a wet dog.
“So you’re here,” she says quietly, getting weaker by the minute.
“I came here to kick you out,” he retorts, the rain submerging his umbrella.
Mattana tries to get up, but she weakly topples over and KhetTawan catches her before she falls. He carries her into the house as she peers at him weakly from beneath her lashes.
Before he escorts her to the bedroom he tries to get her to drink brandy. It should warm her from the inside. Like an obedient child she finishes the glass. He gives her a robe to change into and helps to dry her wet hair.
Khun Ak prepares a simple soup for her, since the housekeepers and the models are away on a fashion shoot. Mattana starts to get blurry eyed and loosened from the brandy. She tells a tale of Ket-Tai and mutters on about her family. Khun Ak laughs at her drunken state. But when she slipped up about interviewing the Abbott, KhetTawan sees red. He pulls her by her arms and accuses her of giving no one a break, not even the Abbott.
Exhausted, Mattana faints.
The doctor is called and advises KhetTawan that she needs to stay put and heal, not to mention her swollen feet.
That night KhetTawan tends to her bedside. She hallucinates and thinks that he is her father.
“I thought everyone left me,” she murmurs, “please don’t leave me daddy.”
“I won’t,” he replies quietly, feeling her head for a fever. Mattana takes his hands.
“My head hurts so much.”
“It will get better soon; we’ll get you some medicine.”
She stops him before he could leave her bedside, “please don’t leave me daddy. Stay with me until mommy comes. I have nightmares.”
“What did you have nightmares about?” KhetTawan questions, consoling her.
“There is this man I am interviewing and he hates reporters. He doesn’t like me and he scolds me. He wants to kill me. I may even go to jail..” her voice trails off in fright.
“Nonsense,” he assures her.
“It’s true,” she says.
He feels guilty. “Rest so you can get well soon.” She won’t let him leave her, but he tucks her in bed and stays by her bedside.
Sometime later, KhetTawan brings soup to her bedside. As he feels her forehead, he smiles.
“Your temperature is down,” he murmurs. She has beaten her fever.
Mattana rouses slowly, ”What happened to me?”
“You passed out from a cold,” he replies.
“I’m sorry,” she says.
“For being such a bother.”
“Don’t mention it,” he replies. ”I’m not that mean to ignore a woman who passes out in front of me.”
She gives him a shy smile. He offers her soup and decides to feed her. But Mattana only has a few spoonfuls.
“I’ll order a nurse take care of you starting tomorrow,” he says.
“The doctor orders not to be on your feet, it’s swollen.”
“I feel bad,” she comments, “there is no need to hire a nurse.”
“I’m doing this not to take care of you- “ he says, “Use your head, if someone knows that you are alone with two men at the house what would they think?”
“They would be jealous,” she says with a small smile.
“What did you say?” he asks again.
“Many would be jealous,” she replies, haha.
He laughs and shakes his head. ”You’re so nonsensical. You’re not afraid of ruining your reputation?” And he couldn’t help but throw in, “I always think before I do something. Unlike you- who goes in feet first.”
“Then I will pay for my own stuff,” she offers.
He laughs, ”Don’t you worry, I will send a bill for the food, place to stay and the fee for getting tricked by you.” Heeh.
Also in this episode, we get further introduction to the second and third part of this trilogy. I am already so much more interested in watching the other two.
As we know, Mee writes about crime, so her boss assigns her to a case of two girls getting sold to do “work.” She is supposed to dress up as an insider- Je (Chinese for older sister)- and pay the criminal. So Mee, taking Waree’s advice, wears a short wig, tight black leather pants and removes her glasses. But she doesn’t have contacts, so her perception and vision is blurried.
During the scene, Mee is handing over the money to the criminal in payment for the two girls, but she pauses, hoping that a cop or police force would intervene. Things are not working out for her. She yanks the money envelope from the guy, which angers him and he uses one of the girls as collateral. Mee uses her self defense but gets punched in the stomach by the criminal. The police, in the form of our good looking Boy Pakorn, enters the scene with his handy gun. They chase the criminal down the alley. The case is a success- but as Mee veers around the corner- and practically blind without her spectacles- she mistakes him for being the criminal and smacks him on the shoulders with her weapon.
He yelps in pain and announces that he’s a cop.
Embarrassed, not to mention hurting a cop, Mee apologizes.
“Well, thank you-” he’s referring to her help in getting the criminal.
“I hate men who sells women, I want to get them back.”
“Isn’t returning it back a little much?” he questions, grabbing his hurt shoulder. She looks at him with uncertainty. “You’re this pretty- but it is clear you are a tranny,” LOL. The best line ever. The cop leaves and Mee is mortified.
She shares her embarrassment with Waree and the boss. They laugh- Waree couldn’t believe Mee would take her advice on the clothes. Mee admits that she would never be able to face him again.
They meet again at the eye glasses shop, but doesn’t recognize each other. I can already see the chemistry! I can’t wait for their story. It is also clear that TV scene will be changing the plot too.
As for Waree, she is also starting on her project. She needs to investigate a rich but sketch man who operates his business out of town. Her boss hands her an unclear picture – she assumes the guilty man is the older, more bolder and rounder man- so she tears up his portion, and throwing away the portion with another man in it (probably the real one since it’s Charkit’s face!) She didn’t think that a 37 year old man would look that old, haha. Oh, I can’t wait either.