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Hey,

I fell asleep in front of the TV waiting for you.

Are you coming home tonight?

Or should I just go to bed alone?

Do you remember the noodle stand downtown?

That little street kid heard us arguing

and he kept trying to sell you flowers to make up with me?

Yeah.

That boy went missing a week ago.

I'm leaving the van near there.

Why?

Love you, Navin, but I have to go.

I haven't seen you in days, Matia.

Just come home--

Hey! She's there!

Run!

Run! Go! Go! Go!

What a waste.

That boy is dead because of you.

Doesn't matter. I'll just pick up another one, you know?

Fuck. It's late.

I got to get home to my wife. Hey, take her downstairs.

I want to know how she got in here.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

- Bye-bye. - Bye-bye.

I have good news.

Found you a buyer out of Eastport.

A rich one.

How many?

- Here. - Thank you.

Three's a piece of cake.

Thirty.

I need a favor.

Get me a meeting with your boss.

Can you do that?

See you.

Matia Pham alleged a connection

between numerous kidnapping cases

in a livestream to her followers shortly before her disappearance

earlier this year.

The police want to treat these cases

like isolated incidents,

but if you take a step back

to look at these families' social and economic status,

and the neighborhoods where these kids go missing,

there's an obvious pattern.

I'm talking about a coordinated effort

to target kids

from some of the city's poorest communities.

Asked about Pham's allegations,

a law enforcement...

...Spokesperson told our reporter that,

as a matter of policy,

the agency will not comment on ongoing investigations.

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I have good news.

Found you a buyer out of Eastport.

A rich one.

Get him inside!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Hey!

Hey! Grab her, idiot!

Faster, faster!

Sir? You're bleeding on my counter.

If you've had an accident, there's a hospital down the street.

"Big bald guy..."

If you need to report a crime,

take a seat over there.

Okay?

There's always time, sir.

Just slow down--

Hey! Don't do that again! Okay?

- What's going on here? - I don't know.

Something about a kidnapping. But I told him to wait.

Come with me.

What the hell is going on around here?

Captain, this man's daughter's been kidnapped.

He's got a license plate and a perp description.

It doesn't look like a report to me.

Look, we have procedures here.

I'll hang on to this.

If we come over something, my guys will get a hold of you.

No driver's license.

No employment history.

No criminal record.

Like he appeared out of thin air.

Probably a fugitive.

Who are you?

Stop. Stop.

Go!

Keep the boss in a good mood,

he'll agree to anything. Just be cool.

Have a drink, enjoy the girls.

Hey!

Get up, big boy!

I brought a guest.

Hi.

Mm-hmm.

Uh-oh.

Hold on a minute.

You stay.

Stop!

Mr. Song.

Finally, a man that might know how to get me what I want.

- Sit. - Thank you.

Ah... So...

You want...

- Thirty for the weekend? - Longer.

That's some kind of big party, huh?

It's not a party. Shrimp boats.

My partner does business in Eastport.

Thirty kids. That's, uh...

Shit, that's like shipping a fucking school bus, man.

We understand.

That's why we're offering you a very good deal.

Three times the market price.

All in cash. USD?

All cash. USD.

With one small requirement, Mr. Song.

I have to hand-pick them myself.

Ah, that's not gonna work, cowboy.

Well... commercial fishing is a competitive industry.

I need your best, and I just have to make sure.

So, let me get this straight.

You want to come...

to my spot, right?

Shop around like it's, uh, some fruit stand...

and then pay me later?

Who the fuck are you? What do you want?

If you're a cop, you're either new

or too stupid to be on my payroll.

Mr. Song...

Let me put it this way.

I'm just a messenger here.

My partner's waiting for me,

and you're wasting my fucking time...

Boss.

His fucking time.

Your fucking time.

Your fucking time?

I like you!

If you want to pick 'em, cowboy...

I'll take you there myself.

- Let's go! - All right. Sit down! Party!

Hey, slow down there, man.

Hey, this is a private party. Hey!

Listen, buddy, it's invitation-only up here.

- Turn around. - Fuck off!

Okay...

Hey! Hey! Hey!

He's got a gun!

Come on! You want money?

Kill him! Go fucking kill him!

Mr. Song, that's got nothing to do with me.

- I - Kill this fucker! Now!

Mr. Song! Mr. Song!

Fuck!

Enjoy the party, asshole!

Fucking asshole!

Who are you?

Huh?

All right.

Wait!

I'm not one of them. Okay?

You're looking for someone.

Soam I.

We've gotta get out of here. Come on!

I can't give you this, okay?

But I can show you what's on it, all right?

You vouched for a rat.

Boss, please.

Come here, boy.

Watch your father die.

You know the drill. Freeze this bastard.

No! I'm sorry! Boss!

Boss, I'm sorry!

Father said the bad ones get punished.

Hey! Hey! Enough, big guy.

Your father wants them shipped out alive.

You know you ruined two months of my hard work, right?

At least say something.

Enough with the quiet, tough guy act.

What are you?

A mute?

Huh? You know him?

Song picked him up young.

Threw him into the ring between rounds as a joke.

He's a poster boy for head trauma.

This guy. Mr. Song.

You know him too?

Come with me.

Sorry about the mess.

I've kinda been living back here.

Mr. Song is the biggest human trafficker in the city.

My wife is a journalist.

This is everything she's gathered about Song's operation so far.

She went missing while investigating this case.

Her name is Matia.

May 1?

I haven't had time to go through everything she left behind.

She knew Song was organizing the kidnappings.

He moves the kids around while he checks out potential buyers.

What?

What is it?

Same truck.

The refrigeration truck makes deliveries everywhere.

The insulation would make them completely soundproof.

The factory's an hour outside the city. Come on.

All this in plain sight.

Hey, hey! What are you doing?

There could be a hundred guys in there.

You won't save your daughter by being impulsive.

We wait.

What do you suggest?

Hey! Hey!

Hey!

Father says, "No trespassing."

Bitch!

Die!

What the fuck?

You are in my fucking house!

Die! Ah, shit!

Eat shit and die!

On my fucking day off, huh.

You again?

Ah, shit!

Hey!

Ah, I see you!

Enough!

Are you crazy?

Song's the only lead we have left!

Killing him won't get you any closer to your daughter!

She might still be alive.

And we're getting closer.

Listen close.

You can hear your little girl's heartbeat.

Have you chosen a name?

Um... Mirai. It means "future."

Baby Mirai...

Oh, excuse me.

What?

A fight broke out at your father-in-law's factory

and Song's not answering the phone.

Sounds like that Chinese mute, looking for his daughter.

I'm still trying to identify the other guy.

The old man will want to know how security failed.

He'll want to hear it from you. Face to face.

You all trusted me.

I want you to know I take that responsibility seriously.

The factory was empty.

I'd already moved the cargo somewhere else after the break-in at the club.

I mean, sure, a few men died, but we didn't lose anything of value.

Your investment remains secure.

If there is any additional expense,

I'll cut it from my own earnings.

All I want is to do right by the family.

This fool is reckless.

You...

fucking motherfu--

Hey!

We need him awake. I got this.

Mr. Song...

I've been investigating you for months.

I know everything about you.

Listen, my friend back there wants his little girl back.

So if you don't talk...

...the whole world is gonna know who you are,

and how you make your money.

Even if we let you live...

you won't last long.

What are you? A reporter? Huh?

You know what happened to the last bitch

that said she was a reporter?

Your kind... You get in...

deep over your head, man.

What the fuck did you say?

Is it her?

Is it her?

Tell me what you know right now.

I don't know shit.

Tell me what you know about her.

I don't know.

I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.

I don't know!

I've just heard about her from

the guys at the Snake Pit.

- No one's getting out alive. - What the fuck is the Snake Pit?

Get the boat ready!

I'll be there in a half-hour!

Where are you going, Mr. Song?

I heard something about boats. You're going to the pier?

What did you tell the Chinese mute?

The freezer truck's over there.

Find another way in.

I'm checking the kids now.

Yeah.

They're asking for you, sweetheart.

Come on. Get down here.

Go! Go!

Go!

Hello, everyone.

My name is Navin.

I've been posting under Matia's account for the last few months.

My name is Navin.

I've been posting under Matia's account for the last few months.

I'm streaming from a location out on the west side called the Snake Pit.

Matia discovered kidnapped children are being held against their will.

And I think she's in there too.

If there's anyone out there seeing this stream,

please share it.

We need people on the street to have any chance

of exposing the men that did this.

Sergeant! Sergeant! Look at this!

Oh, my God!

We've gotta get out of here!

They're coming!

Come on!

I'll stay.

Your job is done here. Mine is not.

Now get her out of here.

Go!

- Where are they? - Over here!

This way!

This way!

Yadong!

What the hell are you doing?

Stand down.

There's video of children being held here.

I saw it myself.

God damn it!

Get that stupid idea out of your head,

- and clear the street! - Hey, stop!

Stop right there!

Stand aside.

Captain, you can't be serious.

Stay together. We're leaving.

Come on!

This way. Over here. Over there!

Let's go! Go! Hurry! Run!

Go! Go!

- Watch your step. - Go!

- Stay together! - Hurry!

Let's go.

Come on!

Let's use this!

Come on!

Slowly.

Next one.

Squad one and two, come with me.

I told you, I'm not authorizing this.

You can't deny what's happening!

Take her away!

Sacha! I'm ordering you!

I heard you!

Sergeant.

Yadong!

Cover the exit!

Follow me! This way, this way! Come on!

Freeze!

Drop your weapons! Drop it now!

That's what you get, asshole!

Get him the hell off our streets!

Officer.

Did you guys find this woman inside the building?

She's the journalist whose work led us here.

Mm-mm.

Unrest broke out earlier

when police responded to the live-stream rescue

of dozens of trafficked children

from a westside district building

owned by local tycoon Kun Tai Luo.

The company's issued a statement to the press

promising a thorough investigation

on how the leased building--

Yes?

I'll be right there.

My daddy's looking for you.

All of his partners are here. What's going on?

Everything is fine.

I'll see you in our room.

You wanted to see me, sir?

The captain is here to take you into custody.

We all need to save face.

As one father to another...

you disgust me.

If it were guns or drugs, I would understand.

But children?

So when I make you money, I'm family, but when shit hits the fan...

I disgust you?

Boss, I told you this kid was trouble!

Now we're left to clean up your mess!

Hey! Are you crazy?

Let me go! I'm a cop, damn it!

I brought you into my home!

I gave you my daughter!

Why?

Why?

Sergeant. Coffee.

Thank you.

Mr. Wang, here's your statement.

If there aren't any issues, sign at the bottom.

I can testify that you acted in self-defense.

But I can't officially release you until you've been granted bail,

which may not be until tomorrow morning.

I hope you understand.

We'll look after your daughter.

You don't have parents?

Who are you, really?

Father...

Hey...

We saved a lot of kids today.

All because you chose to come back.

Thank you.

My wife called the night she disappeared.

We had an argument and she walked out.

I wanted to leave this country for good.

Find somewhere safe. Raise our own family.

Basically, to save ourselves.

She was obsessed with finding all these missing kids.

I had no idea how close she was until after she was gone.

So, when I find her someday...

I hope she can forgive me.

Nice work today.

Do I get a promotion?

Boss.

Five minutes.

Hey.

Hey!

God, I'll be glad when this renovation is done.

Let me go check the breaker box.

Don't make a sound.

My father...

I'll check on him.

For now, just stay quiet and don't go anywhere, okay?

The key!

Try to reach it.

Hold on. Hold on.

Keep pushing.

Stop!

I said, "Stop!"

Put down your weapon!

Ah, you must be the Chinese mute.

Finally.

You know, I was going to be a father.

But you guys took that away from me.

You killed Father! You!

Your "father"?

Seriously?

Did you really think that fucking cowboy was your father?

You weren't his son.

- Get that through your thick skull! - No! Father said--

You're all evil!

Oh, that reporter...

Did you give her this ring?

Such beautiful eyes...

She died very slowly.

You want this?

Take it back.

Come on. Come on.

My friend...

I found her.

I found her. I found...

Now you'll know how it feels to see your daughter die.

All this pain and suffering--

This is your fate.

Accept it.

Mirai...

I've got to go home.

I've got to get back to my wife and daughter.

Hey... See you.

Mirai...

We brought down the entire trafficking ring.

And I still don't even know your name.

My mysterious friend.

Hmm.

If you're brave enough to change yourself...

you can change the world.

Wang Wei.

♪ Shakin' the spot With the cash in my hand

I Better check on your man ♪

♪ Big boots like a mudhole I

♪ Big boots like a mudhole I