Original subtitles

We are not yet open.

Is this the museum that has cursed artifacts?

Help me.

This typewriter...

It's typing by itself.

Yes.

You're at the right place.

This is the place

where cursed artifacts from all over the world are kept.

Objects with stories,

myths,

or feelings behind it.

Welcome to Midnight Museum.

It's doing it again.

Take it. Just take it.

I'm out of here.

Tor Thanaphob

Gun Atthaphan

Foei Patara

Namtan Tipnaree

Saiparn Apinya

Ployphach Phatchatorn

Directed by Attaporn Theemakorn

Hey, you little shits.

Get your filthy hands off my freaking motorcycle.

If you want it so bad,

beg your mother to buy one for you.

Go away.

Jib.

Shut it.

Just take care of him.

Who the hell orders one coffee every day but never freaking drinks it?

Dome. Jib.

Come see me upstairs for a bit.

I have something I need to talk to you about.

From tomorrow on, you two don't have to come to work anymore.

Why not?

Some trouble came up in the country.

I think I might need to stay there for a while.

One more thing,

this place isn't exactly minting money.

Damn it.

Won't you try the coffee?

I really put my effort into making it.

This could be the last cup I brewed, too.

I want to at least thank you.

What will you do after this?

Why not come work for me?

I have a museum not far from here.

Museum?

I don't think I'm the guy for the job.

I can't see myself doing it.

You have no idea what you are capable of.

Jib?

What are you doing?

Shut up.

That's Uncle's money.

Screw him.

No.

He's been nice to you.

Give it back.

Nice to me?

He's literally just fired us.

Just give it back.

Get away!

Jib.

Like hell I'll give it back.

How will I live now that you fired me, geezer?

Jib!

-You jerk! -Stop!

You put me into this!

I said stop.

You brought this on yourself!

Stop.

Get the hell away from me!

You jerk!

Hey.

Help me!

Jib.

Dome, you!

Don't! No!

Hey.

Take this.

For real?

Just take it.

Let's go. Let's go.

Damn.

Sweet.

Go.

Hurry up.

Hey, that's mine!

Dome, you ass.

Uncle...

Uncle?

Uncle.

Are you alright?

Let's go to the hospital.

I'm alright.

Thanks, Dome.

I need to talk to you.

You owe me the rent for months.

If you can't pay,

move out by the end of the week.

You seen Dome from Room 612 around?

Answer me when I talk to you, jerks.

Dome!

Hey, stop!

Hey!

Dome, stop running!

Dome, stop!

Oh, crap!

Stop, Dome.

Stop!

Dome!

Told you, didn't I?

Don't let me catch you.

Y–You.

We meet again.

Hey.

You have nothing to do with this. Get away.

Easy there.

Easy, my ass.

I told you to take it easy.

What the hell, dude?

Crap.

Hey.

Just gang up on him.

What the hell?

Where the hell have they gone?

Crap!

You...

Khatha.

My name's Khatha.

Do you remember me?

Of course.

You're...

the customer from the cafe, right?

Where are you going?

Why don't you come inside?

Hurry up.

Take care of him.

I'll get changed.

Yes.

Mr. Dome, is it?

You can drop the mister.

Yes, Mr. Dome.

Welcome to Midnight Museum.

I'm Triphob.

Please follow me.

Are you alright?

Yes.

This museum is open after sundown until two in the morning.

It's not open to just anyone, however.

Only the chosen ones can enter.

This place houses everything from your average objects

to cursed artifacts

from all over the world.

There are no definite categories.

But each piece comes with an interesting story.

All of the collection here is Mr. Khatha's life work.

Who exactly is he?

Mr. Khatha?

He owns this museum.

Every single piece of artifacts

was collected by Mr. Khatha

all through his life,

wanting to display them all here in this place.

All through his life?

Yes.

His whole life.

Collecting all of this?

How old is this Mr. Khatha?

Please follow me.

Your main duty here will be to take care of the artifacts.

The only restriction for staying here is:

Do not enter Zone 16.

What do you mean...

you can start right away.

I didn't say I'd take the job.

But will you?

What?

Sorry.

Did I scare you?

I'm not a ghost, you know.

Are you new here?

Well?

Does the uniform fit?

Perfectly.

You are—

I'm a staff here, too.

You okay there?

Oh, yeah.

Have you worked here for a long time?

Yeah.

I guess.

Long enough to see

or hear something strange.

Strange how?

You're not afraid of ghosts, are you?

Is this place haunted?

Yeah.

By way more than just ghosts.

They have their own story.

But my favorite has gotta be...

the Bride in the Red Wedding Dress.

Did Triphob not tell you this place is off-limits?

He did.

But...

I...

I heard something so I came.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey, wake up.

Hey.

Mr. Khatha?

What happened?

Fix the electricity.

Yes.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Mr. Khatha.

Mr. Khatha.

Mr. Khatha.

Mr. Dome.

Mr. Dome, wake up.

Mr. Dome, you need to wake up.

Mr. Dome, wake up.

Mr. Dome. You need to wake up.

Mr. Dome.

What?

What happened?

It's the Bride in the Red Wedding Dress.

She left Zone 16.

What have you done?

Did you—

Hang on a minute.

Did you hear something?

Hear what?

Listen carefully.

The typewriter.

That little menace...

(The whole of Zone 16 of Midnight Museum was now dyed in red light...)

So that's how this stupid machine works.

What did you just say?

I know now that this machine is the one controlling all of this.

What will you do?

Write the ending.

Khatha!

You...

Who are you?

Don't disturb me.

I'm thinking of a good ending.

I had it on the tip of my fingers.

The ending?

For what?

Give me a minute!

Damn it. Damn it!

Damn it!

Hey... slow down.

Tell me.

I'll help you think.

How can you even help?

Two is better than one, right?

It's a story about this beautiful woman.

She'd dreamed of putting on a beautiful wedding dress her whole life.

She was on the verge of getting married.

But unfortunately...

the groom died.

She was stuck in her own emotions.

She was confused...

She couldn't come up with an answer

as to what she wanted in life.

She was a poor soul.

All her life,

she just wanted to marry the man she loved.

But because of a mistake she'd made,

he died.

The incident drowned the bride in her own guilt,

misery,

and despair.

All of these feelings

turned the bride into a spirit,

even though she wasn't even dead.

But I don't know if you realize that the bride

is really hurting right now.

Is this my doing?

Your face basked in sorrow...

It's beautiful.

I finally created something perfect.

I just got an idea for a great ending.

Stop!

Don't touch my stuff.

Dome!

No!

Tell me.

How did you end it?

So you didn't know?

Not at all.

I only felt a connection with the dress.

Take a rest.

You...

What's your name again?

Why can't I remember your name?

I can't seem to recall it, either.

This means that the power of that typewriter has changed something.

What do you want to be called?

You're free now.

What do you want me to call you?

It's your decision.

June...

My name is June.

How did you end it?

I just went with something I thought would be a happy ending.

What exactly was that?

Well, it's like...

Finally,

she found what she had been looking for...

Liberation from her past.

What did you do?

Something as serious as this never happened here before.

You got here for a minute and all hell broke loose.

Who exactly are you?

I...

I just...

I'll go take a look.

Hey.

You take care of this room.

You two. Follow me.

Don't!

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Move.

Stop!

Thanks for this.

If it weren't for you,

I wouldn't have thought about robbing this place.

Dome!

You need to take responsibility for this.

Directed by Attaporn Theemakorn

Lee Thanat

Aou Thanaboon

THE BRIDE IN THE RED WEDDING DRESS

All the missing artifacts are from Zone 16.

I checked.

No artifacts from other zones are stolen.

I'm the reason the museum was robbed.

You silly.

Your only fault was that

you didn't take good care of something I gave you.

When I first met you,

I could tell right away that you're not normal.

Anyone seen this dagger?

I've been looking for it the whole night.

Found it.

Petch?

You're late, man.

I'm going to take everything back.

When Khatha and Triphob come back,

tell them this is me taking responsibility.

Isn't that Mr. Dome?