A Thai TV Soap Opera (Scene 1) - The Unfortunate Mistress from a Poor Family

"Ha-loo." Somchai grips the steering wheel of his (number plate-less) Lexus. The same tree and street markets flash by (in slow-motion) as he's speeding down a Bangkok highway, now and again massaging his temples, for he is stressed out.

"It's me." Pornthip sits on a fluffy pink bed, gripping a tattered teddy bear (with that fucking annoying plastic thingy one has to bite through in order to remove the price tag still stuck in its ear), "Have you eaten yet?"
Her drunk father yells in the background. She gets up and has trouble locking the shabby wooden bedroom door. "I miss you," she whispers.

Close up: Somchai's knuckles turn white on the new Nokia N72. He leans over and places his other hand on the soft skin of Suteeraporn, his mistress' leg (momentarily letting go of the steering wheel). He gives her a 'business smile'.
She's listening to a Thai country song on her new iPod (also close up to reveal the artist's name. It's a sad song).
"Yes, I'm on my way...father," he lies, and puts the phone back on the dash board. A hard-gelled fringe flops over his eye.

Suteeraporn: "Who was that?"

Somchai: "My father. I just said 'father', didn't you hear?"

Suteeraporn: "I was listening to music." She stares out at nothing with a disappointed frown (The camera is briefly reflected in the new car window, and the reappearing vendor who sells papaya, durian, and pineapple smiles - The customer is a young boy with 1980's jogging shorts, half balanced on a bicycle four sizes too big for him. He smiles and waves at the camera.)
"You are a cold man," she screams like a banchee and throws him with the iPod.

Somchai puts his face in his hands; a cut not wider than one of Pamela Anderson's pubes gushes orange blood over his business suit, and the car skids off the road {insert fruit vendor and customer here again}.

Close up: Suteeraporn's eyes are wide and her mouth is so wide open as she screams that one can see her rice soup breakfast. Yes, she added ginger.

A very second-hand Toyaota Corona smashes into a tree and the shatter of glass sounds like a handfull of beads dropped into a silver tray.
Magically the new Nokia falls into Suteeraporn's lap. She grunts like a tortoise about to orgasm and lifts the phone to her diamond earrings (of course fucknuckle never switched off the phone, and Suteeraporn never heard the "Ha-loo, Ha-loo's" coming from Pornthip's side because of the country song now blaring out of 60,000,000 Thai houses). "Help! Help! We've had an accident!" she shouts, placing her hand on Somchai's forehead, making sure he doesn't have a high fever.

Pornthip: "Who is this?!"

to be continued...