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[dramatic
percussive music playing]

[music fades]

[soft, contemplative
music playing]

[announcer]
Syrian government forces today

launched
a chemical weapons attack

against
its own civilian population

in the suburbs
of its capital city,
Damascus.

Under international pressure,

Syrian president
Bashar al-Assad
was forced to surrender

his entire stockpile
of chemical munitions.

560 tons of nerve gas
were removed
and neutralized at sea,

including a significant amount
of VX nerve agent.

Over the course
of the operation,

several canisters
were unaccounted for
and never recovered.

[peaceful choral music playing]

They're nervous.

Normal.

I was told we were
meeting the general.

I was told
you'd be here yesterday.

Hard place to find.

Welcome to Myanmar.

Next time
I put up a sign for you.

Funny.

I represent the general.

We good?

Maybe.

Da. We're good.

[whistles]

Hey, pull those tarps up.

The product is ten years old.

The general insists
we test the quality.

Whatever you want.

Come on, let's go.

[both straining]

[groaning]

We have a deal.

[birds calling]

[leader] Where
are those toys?

[sighs]

Any problems?

Nah. Those Russians will steal
from their own mother.

But this time
they didn't cheat us.

The ironies of war.

If the Chechens buy it,
they will use it on...

the Russians. [laughs]

[inhales sharply]

Now, let's discuss tournament.

Yes, sir.

[agent] This case
went cold years ago,

but now we're seeing chatter
about an auction for VX

all over the dark web.

Do we know when or where?

Negative.
That's why we're here.

All right,
listen up, people.

I want information,
and I want it fast.

Data is on it.

Let's get busy,
come on!

[bell clangs]

[crowd cheering]

[emcee]
The youngster, Scott Schiff,

has to make up a lot of points
in this final round...

You're doing good, man.
You're doing good, buddy.

Don't forget,
protect yourself.
Protect yourself.

Protect yourself.
Protect yourself!

[cheering]

[bell clangs]

[coach] Yeah! Yeah!

Whoo! Whoo!

Yeah, Scottie! Yes!

Whoo!

[indistinct chatter
on police radio]

[camera shutter clicking]

[indistinct chatter]

We've got something.

These just came in.

Dogs dug this guy up
in a shallow grave.

Body shows extreme levels
of nerve agent toxicity.

Where?
- Myanmar.

South coast.

Who posted the photos?

A Swiss NGO
that monitors chemical weapons.

Backpacker saw the body,
called his embassy.

Turns out,
dead guy was a local drunk.

Testing the merchandise.

That's our theory.

All right,
give me some names.

Anyone that can be
in the VX business

within a thousand miles
of that beach.

Already got one.
Our old friend Thiha.

His compound's about
a hundred miles from the site.

What assets do we have
in the area?

Not much.
We've still got one local,
and Buckley.

Oh, thank you.

We need more rum,

but get Havana Club
this time, okay?

Nick, it's expensive.

And customers don't care.

I care.

I care a lot.

Just order it,
please, okay?
- [phone ringing]

Oh, bat phone.

Buckley.

Yes, ma'am.

When do you think
this might happen?

Okay.

I can do that.

I'll circle back.

Thank you, ma'am.

[groaning]

[opponent groans]

Yeah!
- Let's do it again,
come on!

[phone rings]
- Uh...

Hey.
- Oh, shit.

Sanchai. Gimme a sec.

You left your phone on?

We're training here.
- Sorry, man.

Hello?

Wow, is this the actual voice
of Scott Schiff?

Listen, I know it's the weekend,
but you gotta come in.

Uh...

I'm a little busy right now.

Well, that's too bad.

Jenkins wants everyone here,
including you, so step on it.

Copy.

I'll be right there.

Sorry, bro, I gotta go.

It's work.

So you made me come all the way
down here for nothing?

Yeah. The commute from upstairs
must have been terrible.

We'll pick this up tomorrow.

No, no, no!

I won, didn't I? Come on.

Yeah, but not good enough
to beat Sanchez.

Sanchez?
Doesn't he fight pro?

Number one in Mexico
or something, right?

That's why number two
in the US needs to fight him.

What are you talking about?

Andrew, he dropped out.

Went full MMA.

That leaves
our Scottie Schiff here

as the official
number-two rank.

Hmm.

I'll take it.

We got another
sponsorship offer.

They're offering us
the opportunity to fight
professionally in two weeks.

We could be fighting
professionally full time
making real money.

I already got a job.

Well then, quit.

You quit.

What is it you do again?

A data analyst? Come on.

Look, it's interesting work,
all right?

Plus, kickboxing
is never gonna pay the rent,

my credit card bill,
and my cranky-ass trainer.

All the real money's in MMA.

I don't look good in spandex.

Dude, you look great in spandex.

And you're wrong
about something.

We would be making real money.

But they need an answer.

Right? No pressure.

An answer?
- Yeah.

When?

By 5:00?

5:00?

Today 5:00?
- Yeah.

This is something
we always talked about,

when we were kids
fighting in the backyard.

Look, man,
can we talk about this later?

Please? I really gotta run.
We'll talk about this,
all right?

Like-- - We'll talk about it.

Later, like, before 5:00.

Hey, come on, Scottie!
No pressure, though.

Please! Just listen!

Morning.

[indistinct chatter]

Glad you could make it.

Morning, Daniel.

Jenkins was looking for you.
You don't want to be
on her radar.

Well,
technically it's a day off.

Technically,
we don't have days off, Scott.

And neither
do the world's problems.

Right. So, uh,
what's the red alert?

We've got a lead on the VX

and a whole stack of data
to sift through.

I'm gonna need a coffee.
You want some?

Scott, you know,

just because your father's
a decorated agent here

doesn't mean that you can just
coast through on this job.

He, uh, was a decorated agent.

I'm a low-level analyst.

So are you, by the way.

But an analyst just like us
found bin Laden.

So you mentioned
a few hundred times.

You know,
if you really wanted to,

you could make your own mark
here at the company.

But if I'm going to be
completely honest...

Please.

Be my guest.

I think it's time
you made a choice

between your hobby
and your work.

Agent Jenkins.
- McCormick.

Good morning, Mr. Schiff.
- Good morning, ma'am.

Would you please come with me?

Yes, ma'am.

Scott, this is
special agent Rittenhouse.

Good morning, ma'am.
- Hey, Scott.

Agent Jenkins recommended you.

She assures me you have
a bright future here.

Actually, ma'am, um...

[clears throat]

...I think I've come
to a decision

about my future
with the company here--

Love to hear about it,
but we have a time issue here,

so I'm going to get
straight to the point.

We believe we've located
the VX nerve gas.

Jenkins.

This is Thiha,
a major arms dealer.

He resupplied the military junta
in Myanmar after the coup,

and part of the deal
was they let him run
his operation there

with total impunity.

This is his compound.

And he also runs an elite
martial arts academy there,

the Golden Tiger.

Each year he holds
an exclusive tournament.

We believe Thiha
is in possession of the VX

and he plans
to use the tournament
as a cover for an auction.

[fighters kicking, boxing]

Getting way too old
for this, Cho.

Okay, okay, enough.

Niang, Song!

I want you to fight Zeya.

He needs a real workout.

Which one?

Both.

Come!

This should be fun.

If you know he has it,

why not just send in
the Navy SEALs?

Kablooey, done.

President won't approve
a military strike

without concrete confirmation
that it's there.

We need a specialized
piece of equipment

smuggled into our contact there
to do that.

Actionable intelligence.

This is our contact: Cho.

Local Burmese, trainer
at the Golden Tiger Academy.

He works for us.

And this is Nick Buckley.

He's running the operation
for us.

Coincidentally,
he worked with your father.

Really? How?

That's still classified.

[cheering]
- [applause]

Come on!

[chanting] Zeya! Zeya!
Zeya! Zeya! Zeya!

This is what we'd like you
to bring in.

Uh, a wristwatch?

It's an IMS.

It can automatically detect
trace amounts
of chemical weapons.

It's highly sensitive
and extremely accurate.

Looks and functions
like a regular watch.

[Scott] Hmm.

We'd like you to deliver that
to Cho at the academy.

One of the fighters
in the tournament will be
reported as injured today.

Cho will arrange
for you to replace him.

The morning of the tournament,
you will fake an injury

and Cho will have you extracted.

You're gonna fly me
halfway around the world

to a legendary
martial arts tournament

to not fight?

That's the mission.

Look, if you're not up for this,
don't waste our time.

Lives are on the line here.

Cho gets
actionable intelligence.

We extract you
and SEAL Team Six
does their job.

Once the nerve agent is ID'd,
the SEALs will be there
in 14 minutes.

This is everything you need:
a secure phone, passport, money.

And you would wear
one of these at all times.

They're highly visible
to our high-altitude
surveillance drone

that will be keeping
an eye on you 24-7.

What if I'm caught or killed?

Don't be.

[Asian music playing]

[fighters kicking, boxing]

[whispering inaudibly]

Cho. Cho!

Come here!

[speaking Thai]

The American fighter
tore his ACL.

He won't be able to compete.

It's not easy
to replace a fighter
right before the tournament.

The general insists
we have an American fighter.

What about checking
the IKF rankings,

see who's available?

Tore his ACL?

Yeah.
It was confirmed
in the press.

Well, this is not good.

Well, there's another option.
We can use a number two.

All right. Get him.

I'll introduce him
as number one.

You destroy him in the ring.

[exotic birds calling]

[camera shutter clicking]

I guess we're here.

Welcome to Myanmar,
Mr. Schiff.

Just Scott's good.
Very glad to be here.

I hope you had a great flight.

Yeah. Wasn't short.

Now we go by train,
go to Golden Tiger.

Be faster than road.
Road is very bad.

Oh. Well, how far?

Uh, train take two
or three hour.

Bad road, maybe one day,
one night.

Long time.

Let's go.
- Okay.

No, I got it.
- Okay.

Come to this side.

[Rittenhouse]
Jenkins, what's the update?

We have confirmation
Schiff is in country.
This was shot an hour ago.

Anything on the buyers?

Nothing yet.

All right, let's keep this
on a tight leash.

Yes, ma'am.

[door closes]

[hydraulics hiss]

[train horn blares]

[wheels clang]

You sit here.

Hey, are you here
for the tournament?

He does not speak English.

Oh. Is he a fighter?

He looks good.

[chaperone]
Current world wushu champion.

He represent
the People Republic of China.

Oh, China.

Mr. Schiff.

Uh, just Scott.

[speaking Mandarin]

He welcome you
and wish you luck
in the competition.

Oh. That's so kind of you.

[speaking Mandarin]

Okay, we wait for car.

[suspenseful music playing]

[speaking Mandarin]

[speaking French]

Welcome, Mr. Schiff.

My name is Nan.
Welcome to
the Golden Tiger Academy.

Thank you.

[Nan] How was your journey?

[Scott] The train was nice.

[Nan] I hear it's beautiful.

We're just going to pass
through security.

If you could hand him your bags.

And I'll take
your jacket, please.

Thank you very much.

[scanner beeping]

Watch.

Take off your watch.

[Scott] Okay.

There you go.

Gift for me?

No. You know, I need it.

For, uh, sport,
boxing training, tournament.

I like. Gift for me.

Oh, okay.

Gift for you.

No. When finish tournament,
you can take back.

Sorry for the extra security,
but it's for your safety.

Sure.

[shouting, speaking Thai]

We always have trouble
with workers.

Hmm. Right.
- Please.

So this is where
we'll be holding the tournament.

[Scott]
Is this all Golden Tiger?

[Nan] Yes.
It was an ancient palace,
abandoned years ago,

but now
it's General Thiha's home,

and the academy.

Nice place.

Your jacket?
- Thank you.

If you'll follow me,
I'll take you to where
the training area is.

Lead the way.

[fighters throwing punches]
- [Ying speaking French]

We've trained
more five-star fighters
here at the Golden Tiger Academy

than anywhere else in the world.

That's impressive.

Who's that guy?

That's Zeya,
our reigning
Golden Tiger champion.

And over there
is our General Thiha.

You'll be meeting
with him tomorrow.

And with him is Nai,
our previous champion.

If you can just
follow me this way.

Visiting fighters
will rest in these buildings.

Oh, wow!

That's something.

Do you think I can grab a phot--

Oh, right.
You guys have my phone.

That's right.

How about a tour
of the rest of the place?

I'll see
if I can arrange something.

This is your dorm up ahead.

Home sweet home.

Here we are.

The general believes
a humble existence

opens one's mind
to a higher level
of mindfulness.

So I see.

Today you rest
from your travels,

tomorrow you will train.

Is there anything else
I can get you, Mr. Schiff?

Nope.

I've got everything I need

right here.

All right, then.

The welcome dinner is at 7:00
in the main training building.

You can meet your trainer then.

And I suggest
you stay up until then
to adjust to the local time.

Thank you. I'll just unpack,
and I'll see you at 7:00.

As you wish.

[sighs]

Everything looks good.

Foreign fighters all here.

Seem pretty settled.

I am so excited
about this tournament.

How about the buyers?

Should be no problems there.

They travel tomorrow.
They'll be here soon.

You have it.

Why didn't you
bring it to me at dinner?

[softly] Oh, shoot.

I'm sorry.

I meant to.

We have no time.

So this is what we do.

You keep it

and search the buildings
at the academy tonight.

Whoa. No, no.

I'm supposed
to deliver this to you.

You don't understand.

Everything here is controlled.

All the staff are searched.

And I'm not allowed
on grounds off-hours.

So, just take a walk.
- No.

Give it to me
at training in the morning.

If it's lit, we are done.

There are guards,
so don't be seen.

I have no idea
where I'm going.

What if they catch me?

You are a contestant.

You just arrived,
slept through dinner

and took a walk
just to clear your head.

It's all true,
so it should be easy.

The IMS is automatic.

The closer you are to it,
the more bars.

Yeah, yeah,
they showed me.

Just follow the path
around the property.

With luck, you'll be back
in the room in 15 minutes.

Fifteen minutes.

Yeah, easy.

I can do that.
- [door closes]

Where have you been?
I was getting worried.

Sorry, Mae.

Sent a rookie
to deliver the device.

He didn't show at dinner.

So I had to change the plan.

A rookie?

Yeah.

An American kickboxer.

They used the tournament
as cover to get him in.

Well, he must be
a capable fighter
to be invited.

I haven't seen him fight yet.

What about the nerve gas?

The American
is checking right now.

So, if he finds it,
can you stop?

We will know tomorrow.

[sighs]

I want all of this to be over,
and you know that.

It will be, very soon.

I promise.

Father?

Yes?

I love you.

I love you too.

Now let's eat.

I have subject activity.

What time is it there?

10:30 p.m.

What the hell is he doing?

Looks like
he's checking the buildings.

[suspenseful music playing]

This was not the plan.
Where is Cho?

Look, Schiff is smart.

Maybe he's just thinking
on his feet.

[dust pan clatters]

[speaks Thai]

Shh. People are trying to sleep.
Scott Schiff. Mr. Schiff.

Fighter. Not you.
I don't want to fight you.

[guard shouting]
- Damn it!

I don't want to fight you, man.
That's a very sharp sword.

Take it easy!
I don't wanna fight!

I'm sorry about that.
That's my fault.

Uh, that's my fault.

Take it easy!

Man, I told you to stop!

Oh, shit. You okay?

That looks bad. We should stop.
We should stop, man.

Let's stop.
Get that taken a look at.

Take it easy. Okay?

Okay.

It's a good thing
you guys are here.

You speak English? Okay.

[shouting]
- All right,
all right, all right.

Easy, easy.

[Rittenhouse]
This is getting messy.

[Jenkins] It's fine.

He can hold his own.

If his cover is blown,
this entire thing is a bust.

Let it play out.

What the hell is going on here?

He attacked the guard.

Your guard
was trying to kill me.

And then this guy
had to jump in.

I'm afraid we haven't met.

I'm Scott Schiff.

I was invited to participate
in this tournament.

What are you doing out here
at this hour?

Exercise helps with jet lag.

So I took a walk.

I was trying to explain
to your men
that I'm a contestant.

Americans assume
everyone speaks their language.

He doesn't.

But you do.

There's a curfew of 2200 hours.

Perhaps you were not told.

I'm sorry.
I didn't realize.

So let's start over.

I am General Thiha.

The academy
and the Golden Tiger Tournament
are mine.

This here is Nai,
the former champion,
now my chief of staff.

This is Zeya,
our current champion.

[Scott] So,

I gotta go through you
to get the belt.

We look forward
to seeing you fight.

But for now,
my men will show you
back to your room.

Thank you, General.

Have a good night, Mr. Schiff.

Have a good night.

Do you believe him?

I don't believe
in coincidences.

Keep a close eye on him.

USA, kale spinach.

Good.

Okay, yeah.

Kale and spinach every time.

Mm. It's good.

Me Singh.

Me Scott.

Thanks.

[Casseiux]
Water, s'il vous plaît.

Water, s'il vous plaît.

Hey, go. Go on.

Water,
s'il vous plaît.

Kale spinach.
- I asked water, idiot.

De l'eau.

Kale spinach good.

[speaks French]

[in English] I said water.

[speaks French]

[glass shatters]
- [fighters] Whoa!

Easy, big guy.

[speaks Mandarin]

Hey, hey, hey! Stop!

[speaks French]

[in English]
Hey, stop!

Go! Go!

Okay, you okay?
- Okay.

Okay,
kale and spinach, good.

Careful.

Let's get you changed.

No, I'm fine.

No, you're not.

Tell me exactly
what happened last night.

You didn't tell me this place
turns into a zoo at night.

It was crawling with security.

I barely had the chance
to search every building
before they caught me.

I was attacked.

Yes, I heard.

How unfortunate.

I did the best I could.

The watch stayed dark?

Yeah. Not a blip.

[zips bag]
- What did you tell them?

I told them exactly
what you told me to say.
They seem to have bought it.

Thiha is smart and paranoid.
He will be suspicious.

Yes.

That is exactly why you need--

We need you
to do one more thing.

No, no, no, no.

I'm just a delivery boy.

You take it from here.

No. You have been noticed
wearing the watch,

so it's best
that the IMS stay with you.

I need you
to bring it into town

so we can scan
Thiha's place there.

What happened last night?
Are we compromised?

No, ma'am.
I think we're still in business.

What I heard was that
Cho got the device too late
to stay on the compound,

so he had the kid do it.

Cho thinks
I should get the IMS.

I can use it to scan
all of Thiha's
off-campus properties.

I'll debrief when I know more.

We don't have much time.

Thank you, ma'am.

I'll let the chief know
we're still up and going.

Maybe we should
leave him in place
and let him fight.

Might help Cho
if he's still there.

We've already been over this.

Schiff has one assignment:
deliver the device.

I just think at this point
the mission has changed,

and he's more good in than out.

And you're comfortable
knowing you're the one

that asked him
to put his life on the line?

He can do this.

I hope you're right.

When the event ends tonight,

everyone will be leaving
at the same time.

So just follow me
and try to mix in.

When you're outside,

turn left
and follow the road into town.

Go to a nightclub
called Havana Social.

And what do I do
when I get there?

Just hang out.

Someone will contact you.

[camera shutter clicking]

[Nan] Assalamu alaikum.

[both] Alaikum salaam.

Welcome
to the Golden Tiger Academy.

General Thiha is waiting
for you in his office.

For now,
I'll give you a tour
of the facility.

Please?

[fighters shouting]

Welcome to
the professional training area.

We've trained
more five-star fighters
than anywhere else in the world.

Hey, US.

US, water.

Water.
- Kale and spinach?

Yeah!

Mm!

Gentlemen. Welcome.

Please.

Sit.

I trust that your journey
was not too difficult.

I've had worse.

Akhmed Umarov.
It's good to see you.

Abu Abdullah Yassin.

The caliph sends his regards.

I'm hoping that this

will be a profitable trip
for all of us.

Is impressive setup
you have got here.

It works well.

Now, as far as
the tournament goes,

we have very interesting
fighters on the card this year.

We would like to conclude a deal
as soon as possible.
- [Yassin] I agree.

The buyers I represent
are not the most patient people,

with all due respect.

With all due respect,

we agreed to a plan,

to watch the tournament
with the other guests.

Any deviation and, uh,
it will draw suspicion.

Tonight I will be presenting
a special cultural exhibition,

so we'll negotiate tomorrow.

If we can reach an agreement,

the transfer can be made
at the end of the tournament.

Tell your people

to stay with the plan.

[Nan chattering]
- [person] Alaikum.

[Nan] Here we are.
Enjoy the ceremony.

So, um... [clears throat]

...what about
the local guy, Zeya?

That's the best Muay Thai
fighter I've ever seen.

He won the tournament
the last three years.

So you know any Muay Thai?

Uh, kickboxing.

Oui.

[nasal horns blowing]

I want to welcome you all

to the Golden Tiger
Tournament of Eight Limbs!

What makes our tournament unique

is our modification

of the mixed martial art rules,

which allow any form
of stand-up kickboxing.

This year includes
American kickboxing...

[applause]
- ...savate,

wushu,

in addition to Muay Thai.

[applause]

This evening,
we will all be treated

to an ancient Thai boxing
Muay Kard Chuek exhibition.

[applause]

Let the tournament begin!

[cheering]
- [applause]

[Asian music playing]

In the old days,

the fighters would
wrap their hands with rope,

traditionally, to protect them.

Also serves
to cut their opponent.

Interesting.

[shouting battle cries]

[applause]

[cheering]

[applause]

[spectators groan]

[cheering]

[music stops]

You were right.
The fight was good.

That was only a demonstration.

In the tournament, it's real.

[indistinct chatter]

Just follow me.

[suspenseful music playing]

[crowd shouting, laughing]

[Latin music playing]

Your first time
at Havana Social?

Huh. How could you tell?

I'm Mae.

Scott.

Hmm. You're a fighter.

How did you know that?

You have fighter's hand.

And let me guess.

You must be here
for General Thiha's tournament.

You know the general?

Of course.

Everyone in Myanmar
knows the general.

Right.
- Hmm.

You, uh-- You always lived here?

No. Not in town.

We were too poor.

We live in the jungle,
near the academy.

[laughs] The jungle.
That sounds pretty rough.

Maybe for some.

But I love it there.

I live there with my father.

He works at the Golden Tiger.

Actually, you may know him.

His name is Cho.

[waiter] I'm sorry!

[patron]
What are you grabbing for?

Would you watch my drink
for a minute?

[patron]
I want the manager.

No, I want the manager. Eh?

Sorry, can I help you?

Let me get you
another drink, sir.

Not another drink.
I need a--

[groans]
- [patrons gasping]

I am the manager.

Security.

Throw this man outside.

Come, Mr. Cho.

Sit with us.

How are the fighters looking?

Casseiux's good,
but he's hotheaded.

The Chinese fighter
could present a challenge
for Zeya.

The American is a wild card.

A wild card?

Interesting choice of words.

It was quite unfortunate
that Xavier Smith

sustained such serious injuries,

training until
almost the final day.

But it was quite fortunate

that we found a replacement
for him so quickly.

It worked out in the end.

Did you help
with finding this person?

I can't take credit for that.

Nai found the American.

You're very humble, Mr. Cho.

It was you, wasn't it,
that suggested searching
the IKF rankings?

That's how we found
all the fighters.

He wasn't here for 12 hours

and was in a fight
with the guards.

After curfew.

I've heard the guards
jumped him.

He's in Kawthuang now,

escorted out by you
against all our rules.

And what do you expect?

He's young and wants to explore.

Oh, this is the owner.

Nick Buckley.

Oh. Nick. Scott.

Nice to meet you.
I'm sorry
about that little ruckus.

That's all right. She's good.

I would, uh-- I would hate
to get on her bad side.

Oh, you would so hate
to get on her bad side.
- Oh.

What can I get you to drink?

[Scott] Rum. Darker the better.

Well, let's get this man
a Havana Club.

And then we'll take him
upstairs. It's more private.

It was nice to meet you, Scott.

You as well.

[phone ringing]

Yeah.

I'll let the general know.

[whispering inaudibly]

The American is now
at Havana Social.

Ah. A bee to honey.

As I said, he's young.

I have managed
a significant degree
of success in my life

due to my gut feeling
and intuition.

And right now it is telling me
that you are involved in this.

Involved in what?

That is what we want to know.

Why you helped the American
out of the compound.

I've already told you,
he wanted a night out.

A night out?

At a club owned by an American
who seemed to be expecting him.

A nightclub
that your daughter works in.

This is ridiculous!

Hmm. Jesus.

Oh, this place is pretty cool
for a field office.

[chuckles] Well, I spent
a lot of years in Havana.

It gets in your blood.

Speaking of which,
you look an awful lot
like your father.

Or, what I should say is,

you look a lot
like the way your father looked

the first time I saw him
walk into Langley.

Yeah. And I met you.

When you were in diapers.

Small world.

It's getting smaller
every day, Scott.

And that's what's brought
these two pawns
onto the same chess board.

What's our next move?

Well, we know the stuff's
not at the academy now,

don't we, thanks to you?

I did the best I could.

Uh, I was interrupted
by some overzealous guards.

Yeah, so I heard.

Well, I never thought Thiha
was gonna keep the stuff
in the compound anyway.

Where would he keep it?

He owns buildings
all over the city.

Now, it's my hunch

that what he's done is
he's stashed it
somewhere nearby.

If we can find it,
we can get the SEALs
there in 14 minutes.

Where do you want me to look?

I don't.

Look, this is not going to plan,

and Langley wants
to extract you.

It's the right move, Scott.

We don't want you here
when this goes down.

But thank you for
stepping up to the plate.

Your dad was the best agent
I have ever met in my life.

He'd be proud of you.

Thank you.
- So now what?

When Cho gets back,
he will get you out.

In the meantime,
you do nothing.

They're gonna know I got out.

Then you do
what your dad always did:

stick to the truth
until you can't.

I was at the Havana Social

just having a drink.

[sighs]

It is taught
that a trained mind

avoids action
that cause suffering
and remorse.

I know the Five Precepts.

To lie or deceive is forbidden.

So is taking a life.

From great suffering
comes great compassion.

With great compassion
comes a peaceful heart.

You will pay for your karma.

He is stubborn.

But he'll break.

How about the American?
Let's just get rid of him.

He knows nothing.

Yeah, but still,
he's caused enough trouble.

We'll take care of it
in the ring.

An unfortunate accident.

And Cho?

Alive for now.

[suspenseful music playing]

[music fades]

Father, I'm home.

Father?

Welcome to the Golden Tiger
Tournament of Eight Limbs.

Our first bout will feature

current and three-time
world savate champion,

Gerard Casseiux!

[cheering]

His opponent,
wushu grand master Kong Tou Nu!

[cheering]

Let this match begin!

This should be good
because savate and wushu,

they're almost opposites
in combat techniques.

[crowd booing]

The big man will kill him.
- Pay attention.

The little man
more dancer than fighter.

He's only teasing him.

But if you want
to make a wager...

[crowd booing]

Enjoying the fight?

It's close.

Are you ready
for your match?

Ah, actually, I--

I think I pulled something
training yesterday.

I'm looking for my trainer.

Go to your locker room
and I'll send someone
to look at it.

He says he's injured
and he's looking for Cho.

I've sent him
to his locker room.

Understood.

You met with Schiff?
- [Nick] Yeah, I did.

He seems like a nice guy.

He brought me the IMS,

and I'll use it
to scan Thiha's properties
later today.

We have confirmation the buyers
are definitely
at the Golden Tiger.

The nerve gas has to be nearby.

I mean,
I can scan his properties--

and I'll do that today,
that's about the best I can do--

but you know
how I feel about this.

Get the SEALs in there now

or this is not
going to end well.

I'll circle back to you at 1900.

I should be back by then.

We'll talk to you then.

Thank you, ma'am.

[crowd cheering]
- Fight!

Is savate superior
to wushu?

Savate,
it means during training,

you need sparring partners.

There's going to be
combative stuff,

but, uh, in wushu,
during practice,

rote movements called katas.

Savate and wushu...
play fighting.

Okay.

Yes.

[crowd groaning]

[bell clangs]

[cheering]

Nick, my father
didn't come home last night.

Oh, damn.

The drone had him outside
the academy gates at 2300 hours

with Scott.

If Thiha suspects something,
he will have your father

under lock and key,
and we don't have a lot of time.

The best way to find your father
is for me to find the nerve gas.

Well,
I'm going with you.

What's going on?
- Where's Cho?

Cho's gone.
Family emergency.

Here's your new trainer.

[groans]

Because you have both
indulged me,

I have decided
against a bidding war.

Okay.

I have four canisters
of the VX nerve agent.

$2.5 mil each.

Pretty steep price.

Is it?

It can kill
three million people

if released
in a densely populated area.

Like Moscow?

Like Moscow.

I agree.
Two canisters.

Or we can take them all
if Mr. Umarov declines.

Mr. Umarov?

We will take the two canisters.

Here are the addresses
for the Bitcoin accounts.

[camera shutter clicking]

Deal.
- Deal.

Why don't we go and enjoy
the rest of the tournament?

Are you gonna fight or not?

Yeah, I'll fight.

[roars]

Look down all these lanes.
Look down there.

[Mae] Nothing.

Still nothing.

How close do we have to be?

It can detect airborne traces
of chemicals within 20 meters.

Still nothing.

I guess I was wrong.
Maybe it's not here after all.

We have to keep looking.

Zeya is performing
a traditional Wai Kru
Muay Thai prefight ritual,

which pays homage
to his teachers
and his family.

How long
this little dance will take?

He's sealing off the ring
to block out negative forces.

[cheering]

The next fight is between
current and three-time
tournament champion,

Zeya Daw Shan!

[cheering]

[crowd chanting]
Zeya! Zeya! Zeya!

His opponent, top contender

in the International
Kickboxing Federation.

From the United States,
Scott Schiff.

[scattered applause]

Let the fight begin!

[cheering]

[crowd booing]

Fight!

[applause]

[Scott groans]
- Yes.

[driver speaking Thai]

It's going to be
in something big enough
to carry those canisters.

It'll be in a truck
or it'll be in an SUV
or something.

What's the reading now?

You've got one bar.

[watch beeping]

Two bars now.
- Okay.

I think we're close.
- Yeah.

We must be getting closer now.

It's got to be
up here somewhere.

Three. Three bars.

That truck, there.
That's it!

That's got to be it.

He's stopping.

What?
- Damn.

That's gotta be him.
Do you still have three bars?

[Mae] Yeah.

[Nick] Oh, damn it.

I think
he might have spotted us.

Okay, you get out,
pretend you're shopping. Go on!

Shit!

Nick!

Nick!

Can I borrow your tuk-tuk?
- Mine. No buy.

I'll bring it back.
- Mine!

Mine!

[shouting]

Sorry!

[shouts]

[cheering]

Fight!

[crowd chanting]
Zeya! Zeya! Zeya!

Kill!

[crowd chanting]
Zeya! Zeya! Zeya!

Do it!

Yes!

[bell clangs]

[bell clangs]

Hell of a finish.

Too bad your guy lost.

[cheering]

Very interesting fight.

But I think the American won.

[Mae] Crap!

Congratulations on your fight.

You fought admirably.

Uh, personally,

I think I kicked his ass.

I guess we'll settle it
for real in the final.

You insult my integrity.

But you won't be fighting again.

So we will never know.

[groaning]

Listen, there's something
you should know

before, uh, whatever's
gonna happen next happens.

I'm here because of your dad.

He died saving my life.

When we were--

We were in Kosovo.

It was black ops,

signaling for ordnance
to come in.

All of a sudden,
the door got kicked down.

There were two guys
with Kalashnikovs,

and before you could
blink your eye,

your dad just ran
straight towards the guns.

He took a bullet,
but it gave me time
to get my sidearm out.

I got the other guy.

He died so I could live.

That's the kind of man
your father was.

You know,
at first I thought
it would be beneficial

to extract information from you.

But I already know
why you're here

and who you work for.

Are you familiar
with the phrase

"actionable intelligence,"
Mr. Schiff?

I admit
you've caused minor problems.

But you have
no actionable intelligence.

The silence confirms it.

All that's left
is to tie up the loose ends.

This is Dr. Phet.

He introduced me
to succinylcholine.

It's a drug that,
uh, induces paralysis,

asphyxiation

and death.

So, if you'll excuse me,
gentlemen,

I will leave you and Dr. Phet
to perform his magic.

It's done.

Make sure Phet leaves
before you go, okay?

Will do.

Don't touch him,
damn bastard.

I am here to take you
on a magical ride.

Nick.

Palm tree by the sea.

Hey!
- It is just you
and the palm.

Stop it!

My mother used to sing to me

when I was upset like you.

Just relax.

No!

[Phet humming softly]

[Mae shouts]

The needle, the needle!

[Scott] Quick,
get the knife!

Nick!

Nick.
- [Scott] Mae...

He's gone.

Grab the IMS.
Cut me loose.

We gotta go.

[Mae, softly] I'm so sorry.

All right, what do we know?

Buckley and Cho are still MIA.
Nothing on Schiff.

The director told me again today

the president
won't authorize anything
without rock-solid intel.

Our hands are tied.

At this point, it's up to them
not to become collateral damage.

[suspenseful music playing]

Hey, USA.

USA.

Kale spinach?

Stop them!

Water? Water?
- [Nan] Somebody,
stop them!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Hey!

[Mae] All right,
let's go.

Scott!

USA A-okay.

[guards shouting]

Boss!

Dr. Phet is dead,
and the American escaped.

The guards chased Schiff
and some woman into the jungle.

Cho's daughter.

I've sent a security team
after them.

This way!

[guards shouting]

Quick! Over here!

[guards shouting]

[inaudible]

Come.

Scott.

[guards shouting in distance]

What?

Slow down.
Where are we going?

I don't know, Scott.

I don't even know
what I'm doing anymore.

This is all my fault.

Mae, this isn't your fault.

I did this.

All right?
I screwed up this mission.

But I'm gonna fix it.
- Oh, yeah?

Can't you see
we're being hunted
like animals right now?

And your government
is not doing anything.

They're the problem.

I need your help, Mae.

Tell me exactly what happened.

We located the VX gas.
It was in the truck.

Did Nick get word
to Washington?

No, everything
just happened too fast.

But I know where the truck is.

It turned off
when I was chasing Nick's car.

Wait, how were you
chasing Nick's car?

I just-- I just stole a tuk-tuk.

[Thiha] I thank you both
for indulging my passion
for the martial arts.

Now, I know how anxious
you are to complete
this transaction.

So I've decided
to move the date forward.

Excellent.
- Thank you, General.

That's good news.

And what about delivery?

As soon as my bank
receives the funds,

the product will be released.

Works for me.

The safe house isn't far.

[whispering] That's the truck.

[beeping softly]

Bingo.

We need to get this open.

Can you keep a lookout?
- Sure.

Hey.

Be careful.
- You too.

[shouting]

[coughing]
- [Scott] Mae!

There's a canister missing.

Where is the canister?

Where is my father?

Where is Cho?

[screams]

Inside.

Mae, wait!

Look,
we need to think a minute here.

We're completely outnumbered.
We can't just rush in there.

Scott, we don't have time.
We need to get inside now.

No, we need backup.
Let me get the SEALs in here.

They'll never come.

Just give me one minute.
- Okay, fine.

Don't move.
- Please hurry.

Okay, one minute.

[shouting, groaning in distance]

[drone buzzing]

[camera shutter clicks]

Gentlemen,

I have prepared
a proper demonstration
for you today.

Rest assured,

the clean room
that we've built

requires no extra
safety precautions.

[Cho groaning]

[guards shouting]
- [Cho groaning]

Father!

[Thiha] Put her in there
with her father.

[Thiha chuckling]

[beeping]

Mae!

Father and daughter
together again.
Beautiful.

[chattering in distance]

Please, General,
let us proceed with the test.

But of course.

General, may I?

Be my guest.

[Thiha]
Once this test is over...

[Scott] General Thiha.

The Golden Tiger Academy.

A tournament
of true martial arts.

What a joke.

The moment you rigged
that tournament,

you proved yourself
to be a fraud

and your champion,
just your dancing clown.

You trusted this guy
to make a deal?

Mr. Schiff, get inside.

Now, wait a second, General.

You promised
your guests a fight.

Prove you're a man
of your word.

Let me fight Zeya again.

If I win, they go free.

Boss, I want to fight him.

No. Put him inside!

Wait, General.

I would like to see this fight.

Yeah, why not?

What's the matter, General?

You don't think your fighter
can win in a real fight?

We both know
who won the first fight.

Okay.

Let them out.

[alarm beeping]

[beeping stops]

What the hell is going on?

[indistinct radio chatter]

[bomb bursts]

[soldiers shouting]

Get down, get down!

[coughing, gagging]

This is US agent Scott Schiff

with two local agents in escort.

So hold your fire! Do not shoot!

I repeat, do not shoot!

Copy, copy.
We've identified Schiff
and friendlies.

Stand down!

[gas hissing]

Active nerve agent in that room.

There's exposed nerve gas.

There's three more tanks
outside.

You'll need a hazmat team.
- It's over.

Command Center,
this is Team Leader.

Secure all vehicles.
Requesting a hazmat team.

[SEAL] Hostages secured,
targets in custody.

Target Alpha deceased.

Agent Schiff.

[clears throat]

Schiff here.

Schiff. It's good
to hear your voice.

You too, ma'am.

Your dad would be proud.

Why you were ever an analyst,
though, I'll never know.

Hmm, me neither.

Seems you've made quite
the impression here, Scott.

How's the team?

The team?
Well... [clears throat]

...I'm very sorry to report
we lost Nick Buckley.

He was a true hero.

Cho and Mae,
they put their lives
on the line.

I wouldn't be here without them.

We owe them a lot.

Look, we're gonna
need a full debrief.

But for now, thank you.

Thank you, ma'am.

[intense rhythmic music playing]

[crowd cheering]

[bell clangs]

[bell clangs]

[cheering]

[peaceful Asian music playing]