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Hello.

My name is Warden Cetan.

And this is Hkantaut Prison.

Every inmate that comes through this gate

is either serving a life sentence

or awaits execution on death row.

For the very first time,

please join us inside the walls of Hkantaut

as champions fight for a new chance at life.

Death means going to the ground,

living means being under a golden umbrella.

[IN ENGLISH] I think these are the same guys.

They're making the rounds.

Okay, see? This is what I'm talking about.

There's no police presence anywhere.

Hey, is that--

Give me-- Give me my meds!

-No! -

Give me my fuckin'... Hey!

Give me my fuckin' medicine!

How important is it?

You're willing to die for this shit?

-Leave me alone! - What the hell are you doing?

- Just call it in. - Charlie!

-Stop! - Call it in, Wells.

Shit!

Hey!

Get the hell away from her!

Hey, give her her medicine! Get the hell out of here!

Fuck off, lady!

Look, I am a journalist.

I have footage of this entire thing

and my partner has already called the police.

- Really? - Yeah.

So, I suggest you get out of here before the cops arrive.

Mm.

So, what you gonna do about it?

9-1-1, what's your emergency?

Shit!

Charlie, come on! Hey! Hey! Whoa! It's me, it's me.

You're done. It's done.

We've got to go. We got to get out of here.

Jesus!

Separated mandible.

- Shattered cheekbone. - I know it looks bad,

but I was protecting this woman from imminent danger,

and then they attacked me.

You inserted yourself into imminent danger.

Wells told you what happened.

What was I supposed to do?

Just sit there and watch this woman get stabbed?

Wait for law enforcement to show up,

like you've been trained to do.

The minute you get all kung fu,

the story becomes about you

and not the bad guy.

I have to suspend you.

Two weeks, unpaid leave. It's out of my hands.

Wait, what? Now I'm going to get fired for protecting this woman?

No, I didn't say that.

Corporate is trying to get ahead of it.

They are concerned about a lawsuit.

Well, corporate should be more concerned

with releasing a story that is gonna save lives.

They're having me pull you off the story too.

You cannot be serious.

Liz, come on, I've been working on this for weeks.

Our insurance carrier requires an internal investigation.

Liz... Oh, my God.

What do you want me to say?

Call it a vacation, if that helps.

This is bullshit.

I did the right thing, and you know it.

I know your heart is in the right place,

but I am telling you,

your inability to control your anger

is starting to have real consequences.

This is not the first time we've had this conversation.

Your conditioning sucks.

Yeah, fuck you too.

You left the door wide open.

Yeah, well, I had a rough night.

Still...

your takedown defense is an embarrassment.

Well, that's why I'm a journalist.

Thought you were a crusader for the homeless.

You're such a dick.

So, how long are you suspended for?

Do you want to talk about it?

- What do you think, Jack? - Okay.

Did you hear back from that company yet?

- Venum? Yeah, last week. - And?

They're interested in doing something with the gym

as long as I keep winning fights.

Hey. That's fucking-- that's great!

Yeah. Yeah, it's something.

Hey, you got a minute?

I got all the time in the world.

Come on, I wanna show you something.

It's the deed to the building.

Yeah. It needs to be transferred into one of our names

in order to settle Mom's estate.

- Okay. -There's a problem.

His name's on it. Of course it is.

The lawyers say that we can't transfer title

without his signature.

So... let's just have him declared legally dead.

Dad's not dead.

Well, he might as well be.

Look, I know this is a sore subject...

No, it's not a sore subject, Jack.

It just... It's a pointless conversation.

And I don't want to deal with this right now.

Charlie! Hey! Seriously?

Maybe it's time we give this place up.

My first memories are of Dad training fighters here.

We practically grew up in this gym,

Charlie, this place means a lot to me.

Well, I wish I could say I shared the same fond memories.

Charlie...

What, Jack? What is your plan?

You want to just swing by the prison

and ask him to sign it?

It's already cleared.

And if he doesn't?

Max doesn't care about you or me, or anyone.

People do change, Charlie.

He-- He's been in there, like, 20 years.

You're too young to remember what he was like.

And you've built him up to be this great guy, and he's not.

Like, he's the guy who gets caught with drugs

in a foreign country and abandons his family.

People like that, they don't change, Jack.

Narcissists never change.

I mean, just...

look what it did to Mom.

I gotta do it.

If you give him any chance to screw us, he will.

You give him way too much power. He's in prison.

Okay, if he says no, you know what we do?

We turn around, and we come home.

What if I told you

that I already bought you a plane ticket?

I would tell you that was stupid.

- Did you? - We leave in two days.

- Jack! - What else are you gonna do?

You don't have a job!

Charlie, come on. Please. I don't want to do this alone.

- Fine. I'll go. Okay. - Okay?

- Okay, all right. -Okay, okay.

It's a bad idea.

You're welcome.

Bolo gets one of these every night,

so make sure you rotate the flavors.

You really think it's a good idea

to be leaving in the middle of an investigation?

Cans go in recycling.

"Shrimp and lobster"?

So, this prison is in Thailand?

No, Hkantaut Prison is actually in Myanmar,

but Jack has us flying into Bangkok.

When are you coming back?

Well, Jack is in charge of the itinerary, so...

That must be driving you crazy.

Ooh.

It'll probably be a week.

So, in theory, I could be cat sitting Bolo for months.

Hey, I want you to send me those files.

Not gonna happen.

Why?

Do you even want to keep your job?

Come on, Wells,

we've been working on the story for weeks.

I just want to see it through to the end with you.

You're not playing the game, Charlie.

If you want to get things done, you gotta play by their rules.

Optics matter.

Please don't lecture me on optics, all right?

Just send me the files.

Okay, what else? Oh!

I need to FaceTime with Bolo each morning,

which is nighttime here.

It's a cat, for Christ's sake.

And this cat gets very sad if we don't talk,

so promise me, Wells.

- I promise, I promise. -Thank you.

What's the name of the hotel again?

It is the Riva Arun on the river.

Maybe text that to me?

Okay, Dad.

Oh, it's just my little Bolo!

You are so handsome.

All right, you be good for Wells, okay?

I'll miss you.

Okay, FaceTime.

Every night.

Yeah, I got it.

Oh, stay out of my fridge.

[IN ENGLISH] Thank you!

Hey, I'm really happy you're here, sis.

Well, someone's gotta look after you.

- Don't point that thing at me. -Why?

I'm serious, stop.

Cut it out.

What? You afraid it'll steal your soul?

No.

That asshole James at KTD

ran our entire story on the thug incident.

You have any idea what it's like to be turned into a gif? Hm?

Well, it's good you're here then.

Let's not pretend like this is for my benefit.

Come on, when's the last time you took a vacation?

Look at this place. It's beautiful, isn't it?

Did you know that the city is actually

sinking two centimeters every year?

Well, we better enjoy it then.

I'm working on it.

- Good. - Here, want some?

Yeah.

So, how long did you say the drive was?

A few hours.

A few?

Three.

To the border.

Oy.

Well, I guess we should go get the shitty part over with.

Shall we?

Let's do it.

Thank you.

You're gonna thank me when this is over.

Okay, Jack.

Thank you.

It's like the entrance to your apartment.

I didn't get into journalism for the money.

I know. You did it to beat up bums.

Too soon?

Are you sure you want to do this?

Demons get stronger the more you ignore them, sis.

Thank you.

I'm just gonna wait for you outside.

-Charlie, please. - I really don't want to

- talk to him, Jack. -Okay.

Just... Can you stay with me, then? Please?

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Hey, Dad.

Been a while, Jack.

I don't know exactly what to say or...

where to start.

How's my gym?

Your gym?

Your mother sell it?

No, she didn't sell it.

Well, that's a... that's a surprise.

Actually, she's passed away.

Sorry.

Yeah. Well...

two packs of cigarettes, a bottle of wine.

Every day for 30 years.

I'm not surprised.

- Fuckin' asshole. - Charlie. Hold on a minute.

I'm not gonna sit here and listen to his bullshit.

Char...

I have been waiting a long time...

for you to visit.

I got this picture.

It's a little faded.

I think you were eight.

And... I think she was 13.

What's with the briefcase?

Actually, I've been running the gym.

Training fighters and...

I've been trying to turn the place around for...

one or two years now.

That's good.

Anyway...

We need your signature on the deed

in order to transfer title to one of our names.

It could be Charlie or me.

It doesn't really matter.

Really?

Yeah.

This is the deed here.

That's why you're here?

That's my gym, Jack.

That's my gym, Jack!

You're gonna earn your victories,

just like in the ring!

I'm not just gonna give that to you!

Tell your sister goodbye,

or hello, or whatever.

Jack.

Hey. You okay?

His gym.

What a fucking waste of time...

Hey. Come here....and a life and...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

But you know what? I'm proud of you.

It took a lot for you to come here and face him.

I mean, look at me, I just ran.

And you know what, fuck him.

Seriously, what has he ever done for us?

Nothing.

And we always figure it out, don't we?

Now, let's get back to Bangkok.

We have a whole city we're going to explore.

Go see some fights, have some pad thai.

Find you a girlfriend.

Let's go.

Not going to let him ruin anything else.

The water, come on!

Let's see some aggression, all right?

When you get her in the clinch, knee her up.

That's what she's doing to you. You do it to her.

Knee her up.

Exhale on every strike, okay?

You take care of her this round.

This round!

All right? Set her up for the spinning kick!

Go! Go get her!

Fight!

Set it up!

Yep! Good!

Sure, the high-speed stuff is gonna be insane.

Hello, fight fans, and welcome to death row.

There's only two ways to leave Hkantaut.

First is in the box.

The second is by victory in the ring.

The only way to leave alive

is as a champion.

Watch it live on the Fighting for Freedom app.

Fighting for Freedom, where the champions go free.

It's the perfect setup.

Freedom from captivity. Violence rewarded

- regardless of the crime. - What's all this?

Who are these guys?

Max, meet my nephews.

They both just earned graduate degrees in marketing

in America.

I'm Kukrit. I create the content.

Satra here does our analytics and social media.

You must be very proud.

We're taking the summer away from Bangkok

to help Uncle monetize the fight promotion.

"Monetize." Well, that's a big word.

Max, let him explain.

Well, you see, in the age of devices,

everyone now watches TV on their phones.

When live sports are marketed as a must-see event,

fans pay to watch, right?

Look at the UFC. They proved it.

My nephews have assured me that this will pave the way

for an early retirement.

We use all the platforms,

TikTok, Instagram, Facebook, Twitter.

We're selling heroes and villains,

so we either want the fans to love or hate the fighters.

So far, they don't think our challenges are good enough.

They gotta be better, a lot better.

Something with a... backstory.

Okay. Well, sounds like you got it all figured out.

We're not done.

We know nothing about matchmaking.

But Uncle here tells us that you're the best.

I want to make you an offer.

If you can deliver what my nephews need,

I'll grant your release.

My release?

Barring the platform is successful, of course.

You need fighters?

- Villains. - Foreigners, ideally.

Huh?

Well, that's going to be a problem

because, uh, we don't have any of those here.

I trust you're gonna figure it out.

Show me the girl again.

Hello, my friends, and welcome to death row.

There's only two ways to leave Hkantaut.

First is in the box...

Here's to that.

Salud!

Clearly, a thinly sliced--

I swear to God.

Good. Good. Good. Good.

Have a good night.

Thank you.

Hey there, Mr. Bolo.

How is my little monster?

Well, I know you're not talking about me.

I'm going to need the number to HR.

Hey, Wells, check out this view.

And here are your - Bloody Marys, sir. - Ah. Thank you, sir.

Looks like we got the short end of the stick.

You did.

So, when are you coming home?

- Friday. -You just got there.

And I'm anxious to get back

'cause you never sent me the files.

Maybe you should stay a little longer.

Funny. I feel like utter dog shit.

Say hello to Wells.

Hello, Wells.

Hey! This guy.

Hey, Wells, just give me server access.

Not gonna happen, Charlie. Come on.

Say bye, Bolo. Wait, Wells, don't--

Damn it. Asshole.

- Cheers. - Mm.

Mr. Hightower, a call for you.

Well, go see who it is.

You ready?

His only condition was that you talk to him.

I'm here, aren't I?

We're here to see Max Hightower.

Please, place your bags on the table

and complete forms.

Copy.

Yaba! Yaba!

Face the wall! Hands up over your head!

What's going on here? Hey! Hey, hey, hey!

You bring yaba into prison.

Yaba? What is yaba?

Meth! You bring meth.

No, no, nobody's--Charlie, be cool, be cool!

Hang on a second.

Jack!

- Stop! Stop! Stop! - We're going to cooperate, all right?

- Just wait! - We're cooperating.

We're cooperating.

Run.

We need to talk.

Come!

Please don't leave. Please, can you help me?

- Do you speak English? -

Please! Have you seen my brother Jack?

- Have you seen Jack, please? -

Wait, don't-- Can I--

I need to speak with someone at the embassy.

Please, English. Do you speak English?

Charlie, Charlie!

Jack! Jack! Oh, my God, Jack!

Are you okay?

Yeah, are you okay? CHARLIE: Yeah. I'm all right.

What is going on? CHARLIE: I don't know.

Jack.

Hey. JACK: You okay? You all right?

This is not what I meant.

Got exactly what you asked for.

Foreigners. Trained to fight.

Who are they?

His own children.

Jesus Christ.

How'd you pull this off so fast?

Sometimes you've got to think outside of the box.

This carries a considerable degree of risk, Max.

They're perfect.

They really are perfect.

You sure?

Yeah.

We have a limited amount of time

before someone comes looking.

Max, you motherfucker.

"Wagyu and lamb"?

Mañana, Bolo.

Okay.

There are police

and there are real courts in this country.

Wells knows we're here, huh?

Right? Right?

We'll get... Jack.

We'll get a lawyer.

- We'll get the U.S. Embassy. - Jack, he screwed us.

He fuckin' screwed us.

You think Max had something to do with this?

- I know he did. - How? He's an inmate.

Jack, think about it. Why did he change his mind?

What are you-- What are you saying?

The gym, Jack, why did he reconsider?

You think he just had this change of heart

all of a sudden?

No, Charlie.

Go.

Stop.

Jack and Charlene Hightower.

My name is Warden Cetan.

You-- You speak English. Thank God.

Look, we have not been given access

to counsel or a phone call.

That's what happens when you assault my guards.

Okay, this has all been a misunderstanding.

- We came here to visit our dad. -You are being held

for intent to distribute illegal drugs.

- No. No. No. - Look, it is our legal right

to be given access to an attorney.

Charlie! Charlie!

All right, okay!

All right, breathe through it. Breathe, breathe. You all right?

Everything here is under my discretion.

Including a right to counsel.

- What are you talking about? -It means

I can keep you both here indefinitely.

This is fucking insane, man.

You think we're drug smugglers?

What you're doing here

is against international law. JACK: Yes.

You have two options.

Fight for your freedom or rot in this cell.

Today, you'll both be introduced to the general population.

-Up! - What?

Come here!

Go!

Jack! Jack!

Hey, help. My name is Jack Hightower.

My sister Charlie and I have been falsely accused of drug smuggling.

Up. Up!

American.

Simon.

Jack.

- You British? - Essex.

Dallas, Texas.

I haven't met many Yanks since I've been in here.

How long has that been?

Long enough.

What's it like?

Total fucking shit.

But it can be better

if you know how to work the system.

What do you mean by that?

The only reason I'm not starving to death

is I work for the fight team.

Look.

There must be an execution today.

- What's their deal? - They don't like farang.

Farang? Foreigner.

Careful, mate, they can smell fear.

They want you to give them a pack of cigarettes

every day or they'll fuck you up.

- Tell them I don't smoke. - Yeah?

He don't smoke. No smoke.

No smoke?

Oy, where did you learn to fight like that, huh?

You must be new here.

Yeah. How does this work?

You got cigarettes?

I'll spot you.

Thank you.

So, everyone here has to buy food?

Well, they give you two bowls of rotten rice every day,

and if you don't want to eat that,

you have to buy your own.

The only exception is if you're on the fight team.

You don't seem much like a criminal.

I crossed the border after a full moon party

and got popped with seven hits of ecstasy

and a life sentence.

Can't your family do anything?

They tried.

Did they at least let you talk to a lawyer?

A lousy public defender that didn't do much.

How about you?

It's a long story.

Hey, will you tell me more about the fight team?

- They get better food? - Better everything.

And who's that old white guy that I saw training them?

That's Max, a total asshole.

He runs the fight teams.

Rumor has it he introduced the pardon thing.

So the pardons are real?

Sure, but they're rare.

And he's an inmate?

As much as any of us, I guess.

He's close with the warden.

He lives in his own private part of the prison.

Everyone comes here before lockup.

When's that?

3:30 in the afternoon to 6:30 in the morning.

That's... Jesus, 15 hours?

Hey!

What the hell?

An American, what a surprise.

- She must be new. - We don't want any trouble.

Don't get involved.

If you apologize,

we won't stomp on your face.

You need to apologize.

For what?

Want me to take care of it?

Go ahead.

Do you think she's good enough?

What, to fight Jeeja?

Yeah, who else? Jeeja is a coldblooded killer.

I'm not worried about the matchup.

For this to really work,

we need our fans to care about who we want them to.

You know, like Women of Wrestling.

Your favorite show, no?

- It's not my favorite show. -No, you love that shit.

- I know you do. - Just get on with the gig.

There was an execution today.

Warden wanted me to talk to you.

You can tell the warden the only thing we want

is to speak with a lawyer.

I don't think you get it.

You're in a death factory.

Unless you figure out how to survive...

you won't.

It's rare foreigners are given a chance to fight.

I suggest you take it.

Oh, fuck!

You were right.

Jack... No.

You were right.

This is all my fault.

This is not your fault.

Okay? You hear me? It's not your fault.

Don't go spiraling on me right now, okay?

I need you, I need you here with me, okay?

Jack? Yeah.

I'm here. I'm here.

We need to buy ourselves some time.

Now, the fight team, they... they get better food.

- They get better treatment. -Right.

But why is it so important to them that we fight?

I don't know.

But it gives us a degree of leverage.

Yeah. Leverage.

You think every new inmate,

that they get this kind of attention?

They need us for something. I don't know what, but they do.

Hello, fight fans.

They're here for one reason.

And one reason only.

Reigning prison champions

calling you on their path to freedom.

When they brought me here, I did not think of crying,

but the tears came by themselves.

I never thought I'd be in a place like this.

I will never break the law again.

I haven't seen my family in a very long time.

I sleep, I train, I fight for them.

Champions behind bars

fighting for redemption.

Who will face the deadly duo next?

Only on the Fighting for Freedom app,

where the champions go free.

I heard you might be training with us.

Who the fuck are you? And who told you that? Max?

Simon, meet my sister Charlie.

Lovely to meet you as well. Uh...

I'm supposed to get you some food.

Don't take it personal.

- What was that about? - We've met.

Here you are.

Enjoy.

There he is.

So nice of you to join us.

Are you even an inmate?

Yeah. With privileges.

You're just such a piece of shit.

You sound just like your mother.

Listen...

the important thing

is that I can get you out of here.

Yeah, let's cut the bullshit.

You wouldn't help anyone unless it was good for you.

We have conditions.

Well, I'm listening.

We want our own shared cell,

with new sleeping mats and new bedding.

From now on, we eat with the fight team,

we share the same privileges.

And we each get two cartons of cigarettes every week.

I can do that.

Training starts right now.

You owe me four cartons!

Four!

...we're drug smugglers. You think...

- Here you go. - Thanks.

Ooh! What is this? Uncle's cheap-ass whiskey?

Yes, good shit.

Mm.

All right, so I was thinking

we block North America, keep the rollout to Asia.

Smart.

I'm targeting ads utilizing Japanese and South Korean data

and filtering with the martial arts fans

who identify as "more than casual."

Nice.

We need to introduce our villains now.

Let us see how Americans can fight.

Up!

Pay attention.

Work harder. Be smarter in the ring.

Fight for the honor of your nation.

Fight as Nai Khanom Tom did many centuries ago.

You're late.

This is when the guards let us out.

Yeah, well, I'll talk to somebody about that.

Right now we're running!

You two lead!

We're still not finished from last time.

[IN ENGLISH] They'll fight.

Fair enough.

And what do you suppose we do when we're done?

If they become champions...

they get pardons.

If not...

they keep fighting until they do.

If they lose, they're done.

- You got a second? -Uh, what's up?

Is... is that Charlie's cat?

Check your inbox.

What's this?

It's the footage we shot. And she's right.

There is a story here.

Let me guess, Charlie put you up to this?

Actually, she has no idea.

She's in Thailand with her brother.

Charlie's in Thailand?

She didn't tell you that, either, huh?

- No. -No?

Well, I was hoping you'd heard something from her.

She was supposed to be back this past Friday.

Uh, seeing as this is the first I'm hearing of this,

I don't know what to say.

Do... Do you know where they were staying?

The Ruva Sala or something.

It's by the river.

Maybe you should look into that, Wells.

And get that cat out of here.

You said we would be up and running by now.

We're moving as fast as we can.

We promise it will be worth the wait.

The appetite for this is huge.

You wanted to see me?

Come in.

Show Max what you showed me.

Just press that "play" button.

Jack, American and all-around bad boy,

moving from prison fight to his first battle in the ring.

We're ready for the first fight.

The moment we've all been waiting for...

We need videos of them fighting to build the audience up.

You know, get them invested.

They need more time.

I thought they were trained fighters, Max.

All right. You're the boss.

They used to do it with machine guns.

They'd force the prisoners to turn their backs

so that the spirits wouldn't see the guards

when their souls left the body.

Jesus.

- What do they do now? - Lethal injection.

Executioner wears a hood.

Where do they go?

They leave the bodies outside,

and if a family member shows up, they can claim it.

- And if they don't? -They're cremated.

Monk puts the ashes in little urns,

puts them inside of a plastic shopping bag

that he carries around with him sometimes.

Gives me nightmares.

Ten more laps.

Go get me some water.

Your first fight's here tomorrow.

You're fighting Lek.

You're fighting Netra.

Per her request.

If you win...

you're that much closer fighting for the championship.

And if we lose?

Losing is never an option...

Jack.

Ew. Nasty.

We're sorry, your call--

Yeah, hi.

Is there any chance you could put me in touch

with your manager?

Please hold.

Yeah, hi. My name's Cameron Wells.

I have a colleague who is a guest at your hotel.

Her name's Charlie Hightower. She's staying with her brother.

Yeah, I'm afraid they never checked out,

but we are holding their bags at the front desk.

When was the last time you saw them?

Lek, an eager contender trying to move up the ranks

in the prison fight team.

Winning is his only thought.

[IN THAI] I'll fight anyone they put in front of me.

I will go until my body can't handle it anymore.

I fight for the honor of my family.

I fight for freedom.

His opponent, Jack.

An American and all-around bad boy,

moving from prison fight to his first battle

in the ring.

We're drug smugglers.

The moment we've all been waiting for.

Degenerate American drug dealers

fight live tonight,

only on the Fighting for Freedom app.

- Bang! - Our social's gonna eat this up.

Woohoo!

He's dropping his lead.

So come over the top with a right-hander or kick.

Okay. - How do you feel?

- Good. - Good.

- You got this. - Right.

- All right. - Over the top.

Get him some water!

How about that?

- That was fucking badass. - Incredible.

Your boy can take a shot.

Will he be good enough to fight Lam?

Given time.

What about the girl,

you think she can go three rounds?

Given time.

She has to be competitive in order for this thing to work.

Oh, she'll be competitive.

All right, so I got this angle here, okay?

This will slow it down and then cut to the second angle

- where it's wider. -Right.

This one, look at this.

So just a clean cut, or is there a transition...

- I can't do this. - Wait. You okay?

Breathe, focus. You're gonna be fine, okay?

Come on.

Breathe.

Focus. Use your jab. Keep yourself at distance.

Okay? Good luck.

Come on!

Fight!

Use your body, Charlie. React. Breathe.

Hi-yah!

One, two, three.

Holy shit, we just made it to the next level.

- When can this be cut by? - Give me 24 hours.

Yeah?

We fucking did it!

Hey.

Sit down.

It's okay. It's okay, Charlie.

It's okay.

Charlie.

You got beat up, didn't you?

Yeah.

I'm fine, fine.

- All right. - Fine.

You okay?

Yeah.

-Yeah? - Yeah.

Hey. Look at me.

We made it, though. Right?

Good.

We'll make it through, Char.

We always do.

You feeling all right, then?

Max wants to see you.

Come on.

Sit down.

Jack, your Muay Thai is good.

It's... very good.

And, Charlie...

for someone who's not trained as a professional fighter...

you surprised me.

In a good way.

So what, you... you think we got a chance?

Maybe.

Listen.

I know every fighter in here.

I know their strengths, and I know their weaknesses.

So, if you two would just trust me...

just trust me...

I can get you out of here.

What do you say?

Charlie?

I don't need anything from you.

Let's go. Kick. Wow.

Two!

- Kick! -Hey!

Knee.

Two! Yes, yes!

Good, Charlie, good.

Breathe, breathe.

Own the inside, own the inside, own the inside!

That-a-boy. Yeah.

Get away. There you go. All right. Keep your distance.

Relax. Nice, nice.

Weakness to let emotion cloud your mind. Come on.

Strength is knowing your opponent.

One-two. Back. Ooh!

Kick!

Who's getting excited?

Next up is our championship round.

Will the evil American survive another bout,

or will Lam and Jeeja finally earn their freedom?

Give me freedom!

Don't miss the action live on death row,

only on the Fighting for Freedom app.

How can I help you, sir?

I'm Cameron Wells. I have a reservation.

Welcome to Riva Arun, Mr. Wells.

I have you here for seven nights.

It's hard to overhype the power

of mobile push notification technology.

We've triggered a significant campaign

highly targeted to

a demographic with a known discretionary income.

Each one is invited to join our

exclusive Fighting for Freedom community,

which then lets them watch our premiere event

this week for free.

This week?

If we wait any longer,

the risk of them being here will outweigh the reward.

How come I'm getting this information now?

Just get us two good championship fights.

We need to pay off the buildup.

It will be a good test of our model.

Come on, Charlie. Nice. Nice. Control.

Again. That's it, good.

Yes. The more you're in control, the better your technique is.

Okay? Get some water.

Chanchai!

It's going to be impossible for you to avoid the clinch,

so you need to learn the art of disengagement.

Otherwise this fight's going to be over.

Pull him down.

Never seen the prick act like that before.

Normally he just stands around with his arms crossed

and barks at his fighters.

Dump the clinch!

- Lookin' good. -Well,

Jack was supposed to be his legacy.

Good. Hurt him, hurt him.

Uma! Uma!

Good, Jack!

Thank you.

No walk-up.

I just have a question.

I'm looking for these two people.

Their father's an inmate here.

-Who? - Max Hightower.

This is Charlie and Jack Hightower.

His children.

- I don't know. -Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Does someone have access to the footage

from the cameras outside?

Maybe I can take a look.

Visitors need appointment. You are not the police.

Okay, so how do I make an appointment?

Here.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Do you work here?

I'm looking for my friends.

These two. Charlie and Jack Hightower.

They came here to visit their father.

I understand they were brought in for a drug charge.

Drugs? Jack won't even take aspirin.

Is there anything else?

What... What exactly do you do at the prison?

I look after the bodies of the executed

and guide them on their journey.

That's kind of dark.

In this situation,

the condemned man knows his destiny

and can clear his conscience.

Sir, one of the Americans' friends

came looking for them.

-When? -Earlier today.

Cancel any and all visitations

until further notice.

- Get me the tape. - Okay, sir.

Hey, Jack.

Hey, Char.

You know I love you, right?

Good.

I love you too, sis.

I have reason to believe

they're being held against their will.

That's a serious accusation.

Well,

what happens if someone is caught committing a crime

while visiting the prison?

Are you a lawyer?

Just a friend.

We've taken this as far as it can go.

We need to cancel the fight and get rid of them.

We have a deal.

The minute you let them come into my prison,

they became my problem to handle.

The risk is the same, whether they fight or not.

Send them in.

Is, uh... Is everything okay?

How much?

176,293 subscribers.

Holy shit.

That's a little over 350,000 U.S.

And we're going to get a lot more sign-ups day of.

Wait outside.

That's a lot of money.

You can retire very nicely with that kind of money.

I think you want out of here worse than I do.

Let 'em fight.

Let 'em fight.

Let them fucking fight.

[IN ENGLISH] Camera one, during the walkout,

you're going to get some audience shots.

Camera two, you'll go wide and cover.

Camera three and four, you're good.

Okay. We go live in ten.

The lightened ring makes a huge difference.

Thank you.

This could've been so much bigger

- if they let us play it out. - We're good.

We have a strong proof of concept

that we can build from.

Build from? We're tearing it all apart.

Hey, it worked.

That's all that matters.

Aah!

Move!

You're doing everything right, Charlie.

Congratulations, Max.

Tomorrow you'll be a free man, with a fresh start.

It's a shame your children won't be joining you.

What?

Only champions ever leave this place alive.

You know that.

Yah!

Hi-yah!

Let them fight.

Charlie, look out!

- Round's over! - Call her out!

Charlie! Charlie!

Charlie, no! No!

- The round was over! -Charlie!

No! No!

No! No! Charlie!

No! Charlie!

This is not some conspiracy theory, Liz.

I cannot put this on the air

until you can corroborate what the monk told you.

What about TikTok and YouTube?

What about them?

If I could create enough public awareness

of what's really going on,

the authorities will move on this.

Well, it can't hurt. If you can just get me something,

I will get you on air.

...take on American brother and sister,

the bad boy combo, Jack and Charlie.

Live tonight, only.

- Excuse me. What was that? - It's the stupid adverts.

- Can you let me see it again? - Sure.

Next up is our championship round.

Prison champion

Lamsongkram Saenchai and Jeeja Aromdee

take on American brother and sister,

bad boy combo, Jack and Charlie,

live tonight, only.

Thanks.

Holy shit.

You know...

I've spent my whole life trying to live up to your...

legacy.

And everything Mom ever said about you is true.

You're right, Max.

You have to earn your victories.

I should have never given you a second chance.

Stay out of the clinch!

He's killing you in there! You hear me?

Jack? Jack!

Let me. Jack! Hey, hey!

Stay with me, all right? All right.

I'm right here.

I'm right here, Jack. I'm right here.

Hey. Hey, Jack? Jack...

Okay. Yeah.

Hold this for me. Hold onto that for me.

- Yes. - Thank you.

Ready.

I'm Cameron Wells,

and I'm standing outside Hkantaut Prison in Myanmar,

just across the border from Thailand.

I came here to look for my colleague

Charlie Hightower and her brother Jack.

They arrived a few weeks ago to visit their estranged father,

who's serving a life sentence here.

But they haven't been heard from since.

Wake up.

Hey, hey, hey. What? Hey!

- What's going on? Charlie! - Jack!

- Charlie! No, no, Charlie! - Jack! Jack!

Jack and Charlie Hightower are being illegally detained here,

forced to participate

in a fight promotion run by the prison.

Help!

No! No!

No, don't!

Jack!

- Please! Please! -Please help!

We've done-- Jack!

-No! No! -Jack!

I tell you this with the hopes that you'll join me

in urging the authorities

to assist in their immediate and unconditional release.

Uncle's gonna be pissed if we're not out of here.

So we just go, man.

Where the fuck is Nuke, man?

He's late, man.

Fuckin' asshole should fucking be here.

Let go of me! Get your dirty hands...

I'm the protector!

You'll live to regret this. I'm coming back!

I'm coming back for you.

You knew.

How?

Your good friend.

Oh, my God. There you are.

- Oh, my God. There you go. - Wells? What happened?

With Bolo?

What... We were-- Wha... How did you find us?

It wasn't easy.

- This was you? -No.

- I had help. -It was your father

who truly revealed what was happening.

When a double execution was scheduled,

at the last moment,

I notified the police.

He asked me to give you this.

"I know I haven't earned my victory yet,

but you and Charlie did a long time ago."

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Kicking your ass into gear.