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[The content, events, techniques, and outcomes of massage depicted in this series]

[are entirely fictional and intended for entertainment purposes only.]

[They should not be used as medical advice or as a reference for traditional Thai massage.]

[Viewer discretion is advised. Do not attempt to imitate any of the techniques shown,]

[as doing so may result in injury.]

[Massage services should only be provided by practitioners]

[who are legally licensed and registered.]

Are you sure Phat is helping you out of the goodness of his heart?

Think about why he killed Dongyang and is still alive…Master Tim.

Police Colonel Krit Teeranasakul.

Hattha.

I'm sorry to bother you at home, sir.

My father, Uncle Doctor In, and the caregiver

have been kidnapped by Master Tim and taken to Arokaya.

Please help me, sir.

I think Master Tim knows the people who attacked my family in Phuket.

And do you still have any evidence from that case?

- Yes, I do. - Let's go right away.

So we can get this whole thing sorted out.

- Don't worry. I'll have the housekeeper take care of it. - It's okay.

- I can clean it. - No, it's fine.

You're Flatfoot!

You're Flatfoot! You killed my mom!

Hey! What are you doing?

Stop!

I've been waiting for you to finally figure it out.

You...

You worthless parasites

have been getting in the way of my business for far too long.

Dad.

Don't!

Hey, wait!

You killed Dongyang because of this bitch, didn't you?

You didn't kill him for me. You killed Dongyang for her!

- Dad! - Hey!

Just let her go.

Dad, I'm begging you.

You're in love with her, aren't you?

Can a hitman like you even love someone?

Huh?

Have you ever asked her if she loves you back?

I'd like to know if she'd still love you

if she found out your father killed her mother.

Would she still love you then?

You're such a fool.

Just as stupid as your mother.

What am I supposed to do with you, Phat? Huh?

What kind of son are you? You're nothing like me!

Dad.

Please, Dad. I'm begging you.

I love Hattha.

Please let her go.

So tell me,

are you supposed to obey my orders, or am I supposed to obey yours?

Huh?

Answer me!

Answer me!

Whatever you want me to do, Dad,

I'll do anything for you.

All I ask is that you let me have her.

I won't allow it!

And right now,

I'm ordering you to kill her!

- Dad! - Kill that bitch right now!

- Dad, I'm begging you! - Now!

Dad!

Please, Dad. I'm begging you.

If you won't do it,

I'll kill her myself!

Dad!

Hey, Phat!

- Phat! - Go!

- Phat! - Go!

Phat!

Phat!

You son of a bitch!

Hop on!

Phat!

Stop!

Stop!

Hattha.

Hattha.

Hattha.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you.

You knew all along that your father killed my mother, didn't you?

You were trying to deceive me!

No, Hattha.

Hattha, I wasn't lying to you.

And I only recently found out he was the man you wanted to kill.

You told me to stay away from that flatfoot bastard.

And go back home to my father in Photharam.

- You were trying to protect your father! - Was I protecting him back there?

I know you're angry with me.

But I can't change the fact that I'm his son.

Then stay away from me!

Hattha.

- What can I do to make you trust me? - Let go of me!

Hattha.

Trying to help your father

and kill him is far too dangerous.

- Stay out of it! - You can't do this alone, understand?

My father has planted someone inside Arokaya.

You'll get caught before you even reach him.

I told you to stay out of it!

Hattha! Hattha!

If you don't trust me,

then shoot me.

Hello!

- Hello! - Where's Hattha?

- Hattha! - Wan!

What? Mr. Krit did this to you?

How did you know, Wan?

Phat called and told me you'd snuck into Mr. Krit's house.

Thank goodness he got you out of there.

Did he also tell you how he managed to get in and out?

Because it's his father's house.

What?

Phat is Mr. Krit's son?

No wonder nobody can touch him.

Even after he killed Dongyang.

No wonder Phat always seemed so mysterious.

He barely talks to anyone.

When I saw him getting close to Hattha,

I wondered when they had become so close.

It was probably because of his father's orders.

What does Mr. Krit have to do with this?

This morning, I went there to find out

if he really had a scar on his foot. And he did!

Mr. Krit is that flatfoot bastard who killed my mother.

I never imagined Mr. Krit could be so evil.

He looks so respectable in this picture.

I was even thinking that if he became the party leader,

I'd vote for him as prime minister in the next election.

Like father, like son. They're both good at putting on an act.

They're despicable!

Master Tim!

Master Tim!

What are you doing?

Why didn't you kill that bastard Korn?

Why the hell did you let him live?

Don't worry.

I won't let him cause you any trouble, sir.

Goddamn it!

You knew he was still alive, but you deliberately kept it from me!

How the hell am I supposed to trust you anymore?

Can we discuss this like civilized people?

Fine.

Why did you capture those bastards?

What do you want?

Korn and I studied massage therapy together.

I once asked him to help me develop a massage technique that could kill.

A deadly massage technique?

What the hell? Like in those Chinese martial arts movies?

That's fucking ridiculous!

Moo, take me to those bastards!

If you do anything to them, sir,

the upcoming party leadership election will be in jeopardy.

But if those bastards are still alive and expose me, it'll be just as bad!

We each have our own goals.

The prime minister position you're after

is no different from my desire to find Korn.

Once I become prime minister,

I can call black white, and no one will dare contradict me.

And you'll benefit from that, too.

If I get the deadly massage manual from Korn,

I can help you eliminate your political rivals.

And becoming prime minister

will be much easier for you.

Fine.

I'll give you until the party leadership election. No longer.

And once that day comes, I won't let any fucking bastard stand in my way!

Whatever you're planning, you'd better hurry.

His daughter looks like she's not one to mess with.

She'll be coming to rescue her father soon.

I'll be waiting for her.

Call Muk.

Ask if Korn has been acting suspiciously.

Muk isn't keeping an eye on him, sir.

Where did Muk go?

Called in sick. Said he had a doctor's appointment.

Arokaya is actually a gambling den?

Is there any way we can expose them?

Like sneaking in, filming them, and posting it on social media?

Then people online could pressure the authorities to investigate Arokaya.

Or should we approach Mr. Krit's political rivals

and get them to do something about it?

Wan, now I'm jealous!

You invited a girl over here?

You don't have to leave.

I won't tell Master Tim.

I came alone.

Master Tim doesn't know I came to see you.

I told Muk to let me know if anything happened.

If I help you find your father and bring him back,

will you help me?

What do you need help with?

I'll go get some first-aid supplies for you.

Master Tim is obsessed with the deadly massage technique.

At first, he wasn't even sure it existed.

So he just...

kept searching for it.

But once he heard about it from you,

he became even more violent.

Then why do you put up with it?

Master Tim took me in off the streets.

I look up to him like a father.

No child would dare speak up

about what their father has done to them.

I know that if I keep putting up with this,

I'll end up as nothing more than a practice dummy for his deadly massage technique.

I'm scared.

Stay with me.

You don't have to go back.

But Master Tim...

You've already endured enough

to repay everything he's done for you.

If you want me to help you,

you have to learn to love yourself first.

This is an old ice factory owned by my father's friend.

Hattha and I have been hiding out here.

It's close to home, and Master Tim would never think to look here.

I ran away from Master Tim.

I didn't bring anything with me.

I was afraid he'd find out.

It's okay. You can use my things for now.

You can borrow my clothes, too.

Then I'll take you shopping for essentials tomorrow.

- Are you hungry? - Yes.

I'll go see what we have in the kitchen.

After you.

Would you like some sausages?

Let's add some sausages.

(Master Tim)

It's Master Tim.

He probably knows by now that I've run away.

Actually, I'm glad he found out.

He needs to know he's not God and can't control everyone's life.

So what's your plan

to rescue your father?

Master Tim knows you're coming.

He's already prepared for your arrival.

We're still figuring it out.

But Ya said the VIP floor is guarded and covered by CCTV cameras.

Phat could handle all those guards on his own.

We're doing this without him.

I don't know what happened between you two,

but if you're planning to sneak into Arokaya and rescue someone,

you'll definitely need his help.

Hello? I need a favor.

Hello?

What do you need?

It's about your father, isn't it?

If you're uncomfortable helping, you don't have to.

Did I say I was uncomfortable?

Let's talk at home.

Hop on.

Thank you.

By the time you sneak in, get the footage, and post it online,

it'll take days for the public pressure to build up.

Are you afraid I'll expose your father?

Hattha.

If I were, I wouldn't be sitting here.

Then what's the plan?

If we can't get in, we'll have to lure them out.

Arokaya's alarm system is extremely sensitive.

If we trigger the smoke detectors,

the alarm will go off.

All the automatic doors will open.

Everyone will panic, including the people in the gambling den.

Anyone carrying chips, cash, or guns

will be exposed.

Then we'll use the chaos

to rescue your father.

If the plan fails, they might move your father somewhere else.

Do you really think I'm that stupid?

Hattha.

Phat's only warning you because he's worried about you.

If Master Tim moves our father somewhere else,

it'll be even harder for us to rescue him.

We might not even get a second chance.

We can't work together if you still don't trust me.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

I only found out my father killed your mother when you told me.

This is grown-up business. Go to bed.

And everything I've done

was because I wanted to make it up to you on his behalf.

So you're finally admitting it?

I just want to feel less guilty about my father.

Guilty about what?

My father and I

were never close.

When I was little,

he wouldn't let my mother and me move to Phuket to live with him.

He said he was worried about our safety.

Until my eighth birthday,

when my mother took me to Phuket to surprise him.

Uh... Phat.

Hi.

Well? Are you surprised?

Yes, I am.

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday, happy birthday.

Happy birthday to you.

[Marriage Certificate]

- Dad... Dad, come here! - Dad, don't go!

Dad!

Come on, don't hit him. Stop it, son.

Phat!

Are you okay?

We'll talk later.

Hey, have you seen my money? It blew this way.

No, I haven't.

That was the day we met on the beach.

I'm sorry, but how did your mother get into a car accident?

When I found out the truth about my father,

I was angry at everyone in the world.

And I wanted them to know how much I was hurting.

So I stole my mother's money and ran away.

She went looking for me and got into an accident.

After that,

my father sent me to live with my uncle, who worked as his hitman.

What about Dad?

Just stay here with me.

Behave yourself, and maybe your dad will love you.

He was sick.

And he knew he didn't have much time left.

So he raised me to take his place.

Harder!

Yeah!

Come on! I said harder! Faster!

Good! Faster! Keep going!

Faster!

Come on!

I grew up feeling guilty

for causing my mother's death.

And my uncle kept telling me every day

that if I wanted my father to love me, I had to obey him.

And there were my mother's last words to me.

My son, Patrick.

Stay with Dad.

Listen to him.

Mom!

Mom!

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Mom!

Mom!

Mom!

Your mother was worried about you.

That's why she drove out to look for you.

Otherwise, she'd still be...

Dad, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Hey!

I knew what I was doing was wrong.

But I didn't care.

Because the only thing I wanted

was for my father to forgive me.

So I did everything he told me to do.

Until I met you.

I'm not that important.

Yes, you are.

I kept the truth about my father from you,

but I never lied to you.

And the reason I wanted you to give up your revenge

was because I genuinely wanted you to go back to your father.

You still have a father waiting to hold you in his arms.

But I don't.

And I don't even know if I'll ever have that before I die.

I'm sorry.

My father has never forgiven me.

But you'll forgive me, won't you?

I'm ordering you to kill her!

And you're going to do it right now!

Kill that bitch right now!

If you won't do it,

I'll kill her myself!

Please, Dad. I'm begging you.

I love Hattha.

Leave her alone.

[Teeranasakul Residence]

Yesterday, Mr. Narong played golf with Secretary Chukiat.

So that means

Chukiat has already picked a side.

What does Narong's team have to say?

They're digging up information on you, sir.

But we've already taken precautions.

I assure you,

nothing they could use against you

will ever get leaked.

You never know.

I'm going to elevate traditional Thai healing

into a premium wellness identity.

It's an intellectual legacy passed down from our ancestors.

And I'll make sure it earns a place on the world stage.

- Do you know how I'm going to do that? - How, sir?

By looking beyond just tourists.

I'm targeting multinational corporations.

Because they have enormous purchasing power.

And that enormous purchasing power

will also help boost Thailand's grassroots economy

to new heights.

Hey, everyone! Today, I am taking you to check out a chic new spot!

And the atmosphere here is amazing, everyone!

- Exactly! - It's gorgeous!

Welcome to Arokaya Land!

I'm telling you, everyone,

this place is huge and absolutely stunning!

And it's got everything you could possibly need.

From a movie theater to cafés, they've got it all!

And if you love massages, you're in for a treat!

- Because massages are their specialty here! - Let's go!

Come on!

And this is Master Tim, an expert in traditional Thai massage.

He's the man behind Arokaya Land.

First of all, we'd like to thank Master Tim

for taking the time to speak with us today.

Thank you.

Okay.

Thank you, Master Tim.

I'll send you the video as soon as we've finished editing it.

But I haven't been able to reach your assistant, Muk.

Who should I contact instead?

I'll have someone else get in touch with you.

Muk is on sick leave.

Oh, I see.

- Found anything yet? - Not yet, Master Tim.

The smoke detector has been triggered, Master Tim.

But we haven't found the source yet.

They're here.

Oh my God, there's a fire! Let's get out of here!

Wait! My livestream views are skyrocketing!

Who cares? Let's get out of here! Hurry!

Hey! Stop filming!

Look! What are those chips?

Everyone, are you seeing what I'm seeing?

Shit! What if Master Tim has already moved our fathers?

Maybe he took them through the VIP exit.

Come here!

Get in!

Where are Korn and the others?

I asked you where the hell they are!

I don't know, Master Tim.

I thought you'd already taken them out.

Check the CCTV footage! Find out who took them!

Go! Get in the car!

Hurry!

- Hey! Uncle! Dad! - Hattha, calm down! Calm down!

Where the hell have you been?

Where have you been?

Let me go, Master Tim.

I just want to live a normal life.

Your life

belongs to me.

Have you forgotten that?

Come here!

Master Tim, you're hurting me!

Stop being such a psycho, Master Tim! Muk said no, and she means it!

Go!

There's no way you can overpower those bodyguards.

Your only chance is precision.

Apply steady pressure to cut off blood flow to the brain.

The body will shut down,

and they'll quietly lose consciousness.

Muk! Muk, hurry!

But remember,

you have to keep your fingers steady.

If your hand shakes or you miss even slightly,

they'll turn around and attack you immediately.

Wan, I'm following the car that took our father.

Master Tim struck Muk in the back with his cane.

She's probably having trouble breathing.

How is Muk doing?

Is Muk okay?

I'm okay. I'm just a little winded.

Then...

Wan, take Muk home.

And gently massage her neck and shoulders along the way.

But don't press randomly. Let Muk guide you to the right spots.

And Muk, gently press the points below your collarbones from time to time.

I'll come as soon as I've rescued my father.

Okay, I will.

Okay, Hattha.

Hey, hurry up!

Go!

Go!

That's strange.

These are my father's men who were sent to infiltrate Arokaya.

Why are they involved with your fathers?

- I don't care who they are. I'm saving my father! - Wait!

Let go!

In, are you okay?

I'm okay. How about you?

Mr. Krit!

Dad!

I thought you'd died back then.

You've got quite a capable daughter.

You've met Hattha before?

Of course.

Many times, in fact.

- Dad! - Wait!

Dad!

- Hattha! - Hattha!

Dad!

He's the flatfoot bastard who killed Mom!

The flatfoot bastard?

Is that true, sir?

You killed my son too, didn't you?

Your son was hired to be a scapegoat.

I just helped him finish the job.

You're a fucking monster!

Hattha, watch out!

Hattha!

Hattha!

The boss ordered us to kill everyone.

Go! Hurry!

Hurry!

- Go! - Phat!

Hurry!

Phat!

Hey…

The knife!

Come on, let me help.

- Wait! The wheel's come off! - What?

Leave it! We'll never escape in this thing! Go!

Keep quiet.

Uncle, let's rest here for a bit.

Doctor, my car's over there. The keys are in my pocket.

Being around those bastards has made your life a living hell!

You have to kill those bastards! Let me go!

From now on, I won't blindly follow your orders if they don't make sense.

What the fuck do you mean, they don't make sense?

If those bastards are still alive, I'll never become party leader!

Then I guess you're out of luck. You've got plenty more dirty secrets to hide.

I've kept them hidden all this time. And today, I'll get rid of you all, too.

Please let them go, Dad.

Just let them go.

So now you dare defy my orders?

I just don't want you to do anything wrong again.

What the fuck is wrong with that?

Letting those bastards live would be the real mistake!

You're just as fucking useless as your mother!

Leave Mom out of this!

Your mother was the worst of them all!

But I really have to thank you.

If you hadn't run away from home that night,

I wouldn't have known where your mother's brakes would fail.

Mom's brakes failed?

Did you do that?

Why?

Why did you have to kill Mom?

Because she was going to betray me, just like you're doing now!

That bitch demanded I leave my wife.

Or she'd expose me for taking bribes.

Can you believe that shit?

She fucking deserved to die!

What the fuck is taking them so long?

Did you ever love Mom and me?

Whether I love you or not doesn't matter.

But your mother loved you very much.

And thanks to you, I managed to get rid of her, you little bastard!

If you're going to shoot me, do it!

Go ahead! Shoot me!

- You bastard! - Phat!

You're the real bastard!

I'm lucky I don't have a father like you!

You don't want me to shoot Phat?

Then I'll shoot your father first!

Hattha, don't!

Is this that bullshit deadly massage technique of yours?

Hattha!

Go get the gun, Minkheng!

Where are you going? Where the hell are you going?

You little shit!

Hattha, press his neck!

Press his neck!

Harder!

Harder! Put more pressure on it!

Good!

Phat, help me!

Hattha!

I was just trying to stop him.

You little bitch!

Drop your weapons!

Inn, we're safe now.

The police are here.

Shit!

Hey.

Master Tim reported that you deliberately caused a disturbance

and damaged Arokaya's property.

You'd better surrender peacefully.

We're the ones Master Tim held captive!

Master Tim is the one who should be arrested!

Don't be stubborn, Inn.

They came all this way to ask you nicely.

So you'd better go quietly.

Let's not make things difficult for everyone.

And these are the cops we're supposed to rely on?

You're nothing but thugs in uniform!

You little shit!

Let go!

Let me go! Let go!

Come here!

So, you think you're good at massage, huh?

Don't!

Stay still! Mind your own fucking business, you little bastard!

What about this side? This one too, right?

That's enough!

I told you not to touch Korn or his daughter yet!

You still haven't given up, Master Tim?

What's with your obsession with that ridiculous deadly massage technique?

It's fucking absurd!

Hey!

I think it's time to end this, massage therapist.

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

You little...

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

Hand over the manual already!

I'll give it to you once everyone is safe.

If you don't give it to me,

every last one of you will die here!

- Uncle! - Dad!

Hand over the manual!

Give it to me now!

Tim, don't! Please, Tim!

Tim, don't! Tim!

Here, take it!

This damn manual

is between you and me.

No one else is involved.

Whatever you want to know,

I'll tell you everything.

But on one condition.

You have to let everyone go.

You're in no position to bargain with me!

You hear me?

- Hey! - Dad!

- Don't do it! - Dad, put the gun down!

Go ahead. Try me.

Without me,

this fucking manual is worthless.

The choice is yours.

Dad, don't!

- What's it going to be, Tim? - Dad!

Well?

Make your choice.

Master Tim has the deadly massage manual now. I don't know what he'll do to Dad.

Then let's go rescue Uncle Korn.

Let's use the evidence to expose him.

Master Tim! The place is swarming with cops!

Your daughter and that bastard Phat

have ruined everything for me!

You

are going to pay for what your daughter did!

I'll burn her father alive right in front of her!