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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.]

That massage therapist drugged you.

I should've killed her.

She wasn't trying to seriously hurt you.

She's just keeping you from fully recovering

so you'll call her back for another massage.

Tell that fucking massage therapist to come massage me again in three days.

Has Hattha ever gone through any of my storage boxes?

She asked me for the key so she could look for a herbal compress recipe.

Please don't let it be what I think it is.

You're going to die by my hand, Dongyang.

This is your father's massage shop, isn't it?

Don't worry. Dongyang doesn't know.

This place is more dangerous than you think.

Get in the van. Mr. Dongyang is waiting.

Hello, Mr. Krit.

I'm Hattha. Do you remember me?

Ah, the one in Phuket, right?

- Yes. - I should get going.

Of course. Goodbye.

Only the hostesses are going on the boat?

Can I go massage Mr. Dongyang now?

He only asked for the hostesses.

Li, are you in Pattaya?

If I can't find a replacement for tonight,

we're all totally screwed.

Are you looking for someone to take your place on the boat?

I can take your place. I won't even charge you.

But you have to do something for me.

Open the room for me. I'm going to take a nap.

Oh, I ordered some food. It should be here soon.

Hey, what are you doing?

I'm going to take a nap.

Give me that.

All right, go.

Just go inside.

- Go! - Hurry up!

Let's go.

Come on.

Dongyang.

You told me he would clear the route

from the border to Samut Prakan.

I didn't pay a million dollar for him to sit around,

making empty promises.

That's why I brought everyone together today, Singh.

All my men were busted at the checkpoint.

My entire logistics network is ruined.

I know.

But let's wait and hear what he has to say, okay?

Speak of the damn devil, here he comes.

Your police are announcing

they are going to expose our whole operation.

What'd they have to say?

They're just doing what they're told.

It's all scripted.

What about my men who got arrested?

I've already set up a scapegoat for the police to close the case.

Okay?

Clear?

I need to talk to you.

I need to talk to you, too.

Enjoy.

Hey, get out.

All of you, out!

Get out.

You think saying that is enough to make this all go away?

I warned you. The DSI's been watching you closely lately.

I told you to lie low, but you wouldn't listen.

So what? You can take my business elsewhere. I don't care.

But when it comes to money laundering or human trafficking,

if you use my name, no one else will bother you.

Want to test that?

Are you threatening me?

I'm warning you because we've known each other a long time.

This really isn't the time to be making more enemies.

You've already got so many,

you're practically tripping over them.

What the hell are you talking about?

Hey, I ran into a girl named Hattha at the hotel earlier.

The massage therapist's daughter.

The one whose shop you burned down in Phuket years ago.

She said she was waiting to give a client a massage.

Hey, don't tell me you're the client.

Did you hit another sen line again?

That massage therapist drugged you.

That bitch! I should've killed her.

She wasn't trying to seriously hurt you.

She's just keeping you from fully recovering

so you'll call her back for another massage.

What kind of fucking massage therapist keeps her customers sick?

Bring that damn massage therapist onto the boat. Now.

Okay.

The boss is calling for you.

Did you hear me?

Hey, wake up.

How the hell did you get here?

Where's Hattha?

Wait.

Room service.

Come in.

Everything okay?

Why are those guys guarding the door?

It's nothing. Come here.

I'll explain everything.

The thing is... it's...

Oh, your shoulders are pretty stiff.

It's nothing. They just hired them to stand guard.

Back home, it's like... you know, like...

Your shoulders are really tense. Have you been stressed?

Does that feel good?

I'm pretty good at massages.

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15…

She's been moved to the room.

Phat, that damn Hattha escaped onto the boat.

All right, go.

Just go inside.

- Go! - Hurry up!

Let's go.

Come on.

[Mr. Dongyang]

Is that massage therapist on the boat yet?

Mr. Dongyang.

That massage therapist, Hattha, disguised herself as an escort and got on the boat.

Yes.

What are you going to do?

That's my business.

What's your plan?

I never do anything without expecting something in return.

14…

15…

What are you waiting for?

The last step of the deadly massage.

The pressure point on the neck.

Apply light pressure for 15 seconds.

The target will begin to lose consciousness.

Keep applying pressure for another 45 seconds.

The result is death.

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You Phuket brat.

You little shit.

Get over here.

You fucking bitch!

One…

Two…

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Four…

Go to hell.

You little brat!

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- Mr. Dongyang. - 43…

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Mr. Dongyan! Mr. Dongyang!

- Go get the AED! - Okay.

- Hey, I'm taking the girls back. - Sure.

You all can leave now.

We need to talk.

Give up on getting revenge on Dongyang.

Death isn't the answer to everything.

Trust me.

He deserves to die.

Once you kill someone, you'll never sleep soundly again.

You have a father who loves you and is waiting for you.

Go back and live your life with him.

Some people would give anything to have that chance, but they don't.

He killed my mother and my brother.

And he left my father disabled.

If I can't kill him, I'm the one who'll never sleep soundly again.

You were going to kill Dongyang with massage, weren't you?

Like when you kissed me and knocked me out?

Don't be ridiculous.

Have you ever kissed a woman, Mr. Bodyguard?

You didn't pass out.

You can't beat us.

Okay, I'll be right there.

Mr. Dongyang is safe.

What kind of security is this?

How could you let this happen?

That massage therapist, Hattha, snuck onto the boat.

I called Phat, but we barely got there in time.

Why would she want to hurt Mr. Dongyang?

I don't know.

When I went in, I saw Mr. Dongyang on top of her.

Then he collapsed.

She tried to kill me.

How?

How?

That damn Hattha.

She's the daughter of that massage therapist in Phuket.

Phuket?

She's here to avenge her parents.

Phat!

Round up her and all her relatives.

Bring them to me alive.

Muk.

Stay here and look after Mr. Dongyang.

I'm going with Phat.

Yes, Master.

Dad!

Dad!

Dad, please. Don't go back yet. Just a little longer.

- I'm so close, Dad. - Close to what?

You mean successfully killing someone?

How many more people are you going to kill?

Dongyang, Flatfoot,

and his men too, right?

If you kill them,

you'll be no different from them.

I'm all packed, Uncle. Shall we go?

Wan!

Do you want to heal people or kill people?

If you go any further down this path,

there'll be no turning back, Hattha.

Using the art of healing massage to kill people...

the consequences will come back to haunt you.

And you'll become the very kind of person you hate.

We're going home. Now.

It's because of this journal, isn't it?

This is what made you so sure you could do it.

- Dad! - Go!

Please stay. Wan, come on.

- Hattha, go home. - No, stay.

Dad! Wan!

Wan! Let me go!

Dad! Dad!

Dad!

Hey, it's on fire.

Hattha!

Hattha!

Her hands are blistered. That must hurt.

Physical pain is nothing compared to a broken heart.

What about the journal?

Master Tim is on his way.

Who's with Hattha?

Her older brother, Wan,

her father, and a caretaker.

Her real father?

I'm not sure.

But he's disabled.

Isn't he one of Dongyang's men?

Then why did he warn us that they're coming to our house?

No time for questions. We need to go.

Wan, get inside. Hurry! They're here. Go!

They might know what we're up to.

Check around the house too.

Hey, check the back.

Go! Go!

Wan, what do we do?

Uncle, get on my back.

Come on, Dad.

It's okay. It's okay. Just go!

They're not here.

Damn it!

Master!

- You found them? - Yeah.

They escaped out the back.

Hattha!

Ram them. Keep your head down. Trust me.

Shoot out their tires!

Everybody, get down!

Watch out! Move!

What the hell are you doing?

I told you to shoot the tires!

Can you go home with me now?

But we made it out alive.

Hattha.

All clear. We can go now.

Drive straight back to Photharam.

Yes, sir.

Wait.

Why did that bodyguard help you?

You know him, don't you?

Yeah…I guess.

Hattha, you bitch.

She must've used the deadly massage technique.

How did she know it?

How did she know?

Uncle!

Uncle!

- Uncle! - What is it?

- Be careful. - What is going on?

I woke up and Hattha was gone.

But she left a note.

Let me see.

Once everything's taken care of, I'll come back as soon as I can.

I promise I'll take good care of myself. —Hattha

What's wrong, Korn?

I knew this would happen.

I'm not lying, Wan.

Hattha really didn't come to see me.

She didn't call me either.

Okay, okay.

If Hattha calls me back or I hear anything from her,

I'll let you know right away.

Okay.

Thank you so much.

But I won't be staying long.

Please don't tell anyone I'm here yet.

So what's going on?

You showed up out of nowhere in the middle of the night.

Is there something I should know?

No.

Since when did you get so good at lying?

Korn! Hi. How have you been?

Not too well, actually.

- I had a fight with my daughter. - Oh!

- Wan. - Yes?

Get her back home.

- Hattha, go home. - Wan.

- Let's go. - Come on.

Korn!

- What is going on? - Go home!

Where are you going?

Hattha, go home.

Wan!

Muk?

Korn.

I thought you were fucking dead.

Thirty-five years. You really thought you could hide from me forever?

I trusted you.

I had you help me find a deadly massage technique

that could kill someone without them even realizing it.

Is he dead?

No, he's not dead. He's just unconscious.

Hey, Tim.

I think that's enough. I feel sorry for him.

How can we stop now?

We still haven't succeeded.

We still don't know which pressure point

can kill someone without them even realizing it.

When he wakes up, you can try another spot.

Damn it.

The guiding point.

The surrounding point.

Then this must be...

the death point.

The final one.

The death point.

I'm glad you're still alive.

I heard about what happened to your family ten years ago.

I'm sorry.

Thank you. What about you?

How have you been?

Good.

You never came to see me.

Well...

It's not easy for me to get around.

She's your daughter?

What a small world.

No wonder she's so good. Now I know where she gets it from.

Tim

If my daughter did anything to offend you,

I apologize on her behalf.

Please let her go.

She's still young and doesn't know any better.

Doesn't know any better?

Looking like that?

She's old enough to have a husband.

But you need to teach her better.

If you're going to strike a snake, make sure you kill it.

Otherwise, it'll come back and bite you.

Don't worry.

I'll take my daughter back home to the countryside,

and we'll never come back here again.

I'll be going now, Tim.

Wan. Hattha.

Hey!

Hey! Hey!

I can help treat you so you can walk again.

- Master? - Master?

Are you okay?

Hattha.

- You need to apologize to him. - Dad.

Apologize to him now.

- Hattha. - Hey!

You went all the way there and found them.

How could you just let them go?

Are you going to wait until she tries to kill me again?

I have something important to discuss with them.

That's your business.

Any of you who see her,

take her out.

If any of you find her, bring her to me first.

I'll deal with her myself.

Don't worry.

Your muscles are going to be tight.

You followed me all the way here from the hospital.

What are you still standing there thinking about?

I'm here to collect the massage fee you still owe me.

I want to stay here for a while.

Until you manage to kill Dongyang?

Aren't you afraid I'll turn you over to Dongyang?

You wouldn't do that.

Otherwise, you wouldn't have helped me so many times.

I'm here to ask for your help.

My dad wants to take me back to Photharam, but I don't want to go.

Fine.

But you have to give me a massage first.

What's with you?

Someone's asking for treatment. Aren't you going to help?

- Don't you want to heal people? - It's not the time.

Do you choose when to make your move?

What about the method?

Do you choose that too?

What?

The massage.

You want a deep massage, right?

Fine.

The Swallow Glides with the Wind.

The Lion Bows and Snaps Its Neck.

Massage can kill someone, can't it?

What?

There are vulnerable points on the human body.

Press the right one, and you can kill someone.

What have you been reading? Or have you been watching too many movies?

The Sideways Stretch.

If it were that easy, we wouldn't need massage therapists, would we?

Every massage therapist knows the body's vulnerable points.

They already know to avoid them.

And it's not just massage therapists. Even patients know

where the body's vulnerable points are.

Even if a skilled massage therapist tried to press one,

the moment it hurt, the person would pull away.

So how could you possibly kill someone with massage?

Think about it.

The Cobra Sways Its Head.

But I saw your hand on Mr. Dongyang's neck.

Don't change the subject just to protect your boss.

I'm the victim here.

Push forward.

The Tiger Circles the Cave.

If you keep tensing up like this, I can't apply any pressure.

No massage is going to fix it.

Feel any better?

You're stressed, aren't you?

Sometimes you need to let things go.

It'll help loosen up these tight muscles a little.

Sometimes you have to let yourself make mistakes.

It's exhausting trying to be good all the time.

He killed my mother and my brother.

And he left my father disabled.

If I can't kill him, I'm the one who'll never sleep soundly again.

Do you really want to be a murderer that badly?

If I can kill Dongyang, I don't care what I become.

Once you do it, you'll never be the same person again.

Go home with your father.

I refuse to be the same person, consumed by what he did to my family.

You wouldn't understand.

You have no idea how painful it is to live with that kind of suffering.

Why wouldn't I understand?

You know what they say.

Wounds need to be treated.

Leave them untreated, and they become chronic.

You and I just have different ways of healing.

How are they different?

Maybe I can help you.

Trust me.

Go home with your father.

Someone like you isn't cut out for this.

Can you help me get close to Dongyang?

You can sleep on the couch tonight.

I'll get you some clothes.

Keep a close eye on Dongyang.

I'll let you know when it's time... Dad.

Do you want to heal people or kill people?

If you go any further down this path,

there'll be no turning back, Hattha.

Using the art of healing massage to kill people...

the consequences will come back to haunt you.

And you'll become the very kind of person you hate.

What are you doing?

He's dead.

You can go home to your father now.

Dongyang is dead.

- It's all over. - No, it's not.

You think I'm supposed to be grateful? Do you know how much I've endured,

how hard I've trained just so I could kill him with my own hands?

I told you, I don't want you to become like me.

What's wrong with Master Tim's feet?

Master Tim isn't someone you should mess with.

Stay away from him.