The Seven Legends (2026) s01e05 Episode Script

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I'm here to help you. Hurry, get out.
What did you say? The women escaped?
Damn it. What am I supposed to do now?
What's wrong with you?
Kicking hard again. And again.
Boss gives you 48 hours.
Find the mole in your place.
That alone is enough
to turn Natee into complete mush.
There are also the account records showing
money transferred from the government.
And the photos I deep-faked
that he's in contact with the government.
I'm screwed.
All the data will make Natee look like
a top-tier mole inside the network.
And just now,
I uploaded everything to the dark web.
And faked unencrypted
data-trading conversations.
In just a few minutes,
the criminals who prowl
the dark web for information will…
find it.
So that means
Phoenix will find out soon
that Natee is the mole.
After that,
we'll see what Natee decides to do.
I won't let myself become a pawn
for you to parade around for credit.
We couldn't find him.
He probably managed to escape.
He couldn't have gone far.
If I'm still here,
no one escapes from Pha Mok.
The ones causing trouble for us and Natee
are moles working with the government.
Once they were exposed, they tried
to blackmail us with the Death File.
It's the data that can lead to Boss.
Death File?
Data that can lead to Boss?
Boss trusts him deeply.
So he has a lot of information on
the trafficking network.
But don't worry.
Arab is hunting them down.
They can't escape.
Those backstabbing dogs.
What?
-Death File?
-Yes.
A crucial file that can expose
and rip off Phoenix's mask.
But if you reach Natee
later than Arab Dammoh,
the gunman who attacked you that day
and is now hunting Natee,
we'll lose the chance
to get the Death File.
So if we get this file,
we can end the game completely, right?
Perfect timing. Moh and I
are already tracking that gunman.
Thanks so much for the great intel, babe.
Hey. Enough messing around.
It's our time now, Moh.
Just the two of us left. Let's move.
It stinks, Sarge.
What stinks? Someone else's leftovers?
-Ms. Mook, calm down please.
-Let go.
-Ms. Mook, please. Stop.
-Let go. I said let go!
-Let go.
-Mook. Enough. Stop it.
You're the one who needs to stop.
You can't force me
to stay locked in here forever.
How many times do I have to repeat myself
why this is necessary!
That's your problem.
You created this mess.
You never listen to anyone.
But the ones who suffer are me and Mom.
Mook.
Boss.
Please take care of her.
I'm not a prisoner.
I promise.
I won't let them come in
and make you uncomfortable again.
But your father
is still very worried about you.
So you'll have to stay
within my sight at all times.
Is that better?
It's fine.
Anyway, my relationship with your father
only seems to make you uncomfortable.
I'm not trying to replace your mother.
Do not talk about my mom.
If you've really lived life as an adult,
you'd know
that for men, love alone is not enough.
Love alone isn't enough?
Just like they say.
People with matching morals
tend to attract each other.
So this is how it is.
We're adults now. I think speaking
directly is easier to understand.
Okay.
I'm sorry.
I understand how you feel now.
You want to see your mother
at the hospital?
I can take you there.
But only if I go with you.
Otherwise, your father won't agree.
So what do we do now, Sarge?
There are these guys and those guys.
Should we call for backup?
If we wait for backup
and Natee gets killed first,
the Death File will be gone.
So what's your call?
-Where is he now?
-He's into the forest to cross the border.
There are armed villagers escorting him.
He's probably fleeing across the border.
Those three small fry are yours.
Arab is mine.
Are you insane, Sarge?
Three of them and just me?
Can I handle that?
Hey.
There's nothing Sai Pradit Technical
guys like us can't do.
And if you don't make it,
I'll tell your family
that you're a national hero.
Hey!
-I love you.
-I can't, Sarge.
Go handle it.
Let's go.
Sarge.
Oh? Great. And you say you love me.
I'd better love myself right now.
Sarge, seriously.
If I survive, I'll kill you.
Hey. Let's take a break.
Hey. We can't stop.
I paid you to get me across. Keep going.
I know who you're running from.
-What the hell? You want trouble?
-You messing with me?
Damn.
Calm down.
I get it. You don't want
to get targeted by Pha Mok.
But I promise.
If you help me cross,
you can take all the money in my bag.
Think about it.
Just a few more kilometers
and I'll be across.
And then what? You'll all be filthy rich.
Who the hell are you?
Choose.
Come with me,
or stay here and wait
for Arab to blow your head off.
You're one of those who attacked me.
Go with me and you live.
Stay here and
Arab will torture you
until you hand over the Death File.
You know about the Death File.
So it's true, just like Arab suspected.
One of you is the mole.
I only threatened the Death File
with Tiangmon.
If this leaked, that means…
Ratee is the mole.
You figured it out just now. Good.
I'm the only one who can help you survive.
Come with me. Hand over the Death File.
The government
will protect you as a witness.
-Go. Help me. Go.
-Go.
Why did you pull the pin?
Right. I forgot.
Moh.
Looks like I'm not the only one
who got played by Arab.
Come here.
If Ratee really is a mole, that means
she's with the same group
Boss ordered me to get rid of.
She survived and stayed undercover.
You still call Phoenix "boss"?
Even after he sent a gunman to hunt you
just because you screwed up once?
-It's because you staged this to frame me.
-I didn't stage it.
But you only stay together
for the benefits.
I just poked your jealousy a bit,
and you started tearing each other apart.
Don't think my boss is stupid.
And don't think Ratee can survive forever.
The moment she slips up, I guarantee
she'll be tortured
until she begs for her life.
Don't get smart with the person
who's trying to save you.
Where's the Death File.
Ouch. Okay, okay. I swear.
Okay.
You'll get to see my trick shot too.
If you save my life,
I'll hand the Death File over to…
Natee. Natee. Don't die yet.
Help… Help me.
All right, I'll help you.
Where did you put the Death File?
The Death… File…
It's not with me.
You didn't keep it on you?
Hey. Natee. Where's the Death File?
Looks like I really can't
make friends with you after all.
But that's fine.
Soon, we probably
won't see each other again.
Since you'll likely
be following your mother.
What do you mean? Where am
I supposed to follow my mother to?
I thought
you already heard from the doctor.
About what?
Say it.
Your father is moving your mother
to England for treatment.
That's not true.
My mom already told my dad
not to move her anywhere.
Your father means well.
Staying here, her condition
will only stabilize or worsen.
Over there, there are
better doctors to treat her.
More like he wants to get rid of my mom.
So you and my dad can make
a fool of her more conveniently.
Let's go.
Hey.
Miss, move that way.
Come on. Follow me.
Ms. Mookda, hurry and get away.
This place is dangerous.
Go that way.
Thanks. Hey!
That's enough…
Hey!
Today is your day to die.
So how is he? Is he dead yet?
He can't die.
I need a witness to confirm everything.
Or Tiangmon will suspect me.
The Death File.
Natee didn't keep it on him.
He left it with someone.
He was about to tell me, then he died.
So you just watched him die
and came back empty-handed.
You don't get it. Haven you seen movies?
When the villain is about to talk
and then just dies.
I've already taken enough risks.
And wasted time too.
And I still don't know…
I still don't know where Moh is.
I don't know if he's dead or not.
How do you even lead the team?
If it weren't for that gunman in uniform,
I'd have handled it already.
I had to take risks
and I even lost one of my men.
But at least
the plan to have Dan gather intel
from Ms. Mookda can still move forward.
Hey. What are you doing?
For realism. I need to look
seriously injured from this attack.
Hey. You want me to shoot you?
Are you crazy? I can't shoot you.
I didn't say shoot.
Hit me in the face with the gun. Here.
Come on.
Hit you with the gun?
I don't think that looks very realistic.
Someone like you needs something like…
Where are you going? Come here. Headlock!
You damn nagging woman.
Not even married yet and already
ordering this and that nonstop.
Make your ear tear off.
That way Tiangmon won't suspect anything.
One ear is enough.
You nagging woman.
Not even married
and already bossing around.
-Sarge. Sarge!
-If married, you'd order me to do laundry.
What are you doing?
I have to rehearse.
I'll do it properly
so Tiangmon won't suspect you. Come on.
In your dreams. You want payback on me?
I'll let those two handle it.
I'll kiss you.
Loud as a war drum.
Off to the underworld you go.
-Ms. Mook.
-Mr. Dan?
Ms. Mook.
Damn. That's messed up.
What the hell are you doing?
I'm asking what the hell you're doing!
If it's not realistic,
how would she trust you?
That was real ammo?
You used real bullets?
Why the hell did you use real bullets?
Why did you use them? I'm asking you why.
Did you even listen to the briefing?
If you don't push it to the limit,
like a trial from the Bu-Tueng sect,
how will she see your true nature.
And what if she got hit by a stray bullet
and died?
What would you do?!
I'm asking you!
If you can't separate real life
from fiction,
you shouldn't be working with us!
Why are you working with me?
Why are you even here?
Stop, Dan.
-Dan.
-Let go.
I told you to let go!
-What the hell's wrong with you?
-Me? This bastard is crazy!
If you can't separate
real life from fiction,
you shouldn't work.
You should be in a mental ward.
Tell Sarge and Ms. Duangnet this for me.
If he's here, I'm not.
Boss.
There's no trace at all.
Then why did you come back
if you still haven't found my daughter?
Dad. It's me. Mook.
Mook.
Are you safe?
I'm safe, Dad. You don't have to worry.
Mook, where are you hiding?
Tell me. I'll come get you right away.
You don't need to know.
Just know that I'm safe.
So you won't go around causing trouble
for other people just to look for me.
-Mook.
-That's all, Dad.
Maybe, if you can't control me,
it might make you realize
that between me and your work,
which one is more important.
Is that really a good idea?
It looks like your father
is very worried about you.
Mr. Dan, you don't know
what my father is like.
If he doesn't know
whether I'm alive or dead,
he'll definitely cause trouble for others.
He's never cared about anyone.
But he cares about you.
But everything he gives me,
I never wanted.
I just want to live happily.
No suspicion.
Without constantly being on guard.
That's all.
I don't have much time left.
I want to spend what time I have
as happily as possible.
I want to keep good memories.
Is that okay?
Really?
I saw Natee's body.
So we were called here.
Now Tiangmon is starting to trust no one.
Yes.
Because proving loyalty
is what Boss wants right now.
But Beauty and I have always worked
for Boss with absolute loyalty.
Natee said the same thing.
But when cornered,
he tried to use
the Death File to destroy Boss.
The Death File is gone.
But we can still be sure
they didn't get it.
Because my daughter was kidnapped,
and the Death File hasn't been used
to strike at Boss yet.
So where's the Death File now?
With someone Natee trusted.
It could be one of you two.
Or it could be someone else entirely.
Natee's death
made whoever has the file afraid to act.
But hunting them down
and protecting Boss's network interests
is the top priority.
We're fully ready to help.
Thank you very much.
How many years have you been working now?
About the same time as me?
No wonder Boss trusts you
to oversee the entire
financial network of Pha Mok.
But you…
still have to prove your loyalty.
So we don't repeat Natee's mistake.
Why are you grabbing me? Let go.
-Let go.
-Come here.
Hey. I didn't betray Boss.
It's just questioning.
If she's confident she's not a traitor,
there's nothing to worry about.
Open the door for me.
Open the door.
Open the door.
Okay. You probably
already know everything now.
I get that you're scared.
But I'm not here to drag you down with me.
This is the Death File.
Everything needed
to expose Boss is in here.
If I kept it on me,
I'd have no leverage against them.
Arab and Tiangmon don't listen to anyone.
They've never seen us as equals.
Right now,
you're the only one I can trust.
Keep it safe.
It'll be useful to protect us.
If you can't separate
real life from fiction,
you shouldn't work.
You should be in a mental ward.
Tell Sarge and Ms. Duangnet this for me.
If he's here, I'm not.
Dan is crazy about women.
He just sleeps with anyone.
That's why he got kicked out of service.
But what he said isn't wrong.
Someone messed up like me
doesn't deserve a second chance.
I should be in a hospital instead.
You know that, huh?
Well. Sometimes you're so messed up…
What happened to you?
My own team betrayed me.
They were afraid
I'd expose their corruption
with drug dealers.
So they lured me into a trap.
Back then,
even the doctors gave up.
They thought I wouldn't survive.
Severe head trauma.
Wow, everyone on my team…
Where's Sarge?
Moh. Moh.
Moh.
Let me see.
Shit. Where did you crawl out from?
Tell me.
Where's Sergeant Dab?
I'm going to kill him.
Moh.
Sarge.
Hey. Moh. You're alive?
I was just about to go help you…
-Moh. Moh.
-Moh!
-Moh. Stop.
-I'm still here!
-What the hell, Moh?
-Moh.
What do you think I am? Huh?!
A dog carrying a bone,
bringing it to you like that?
Isn't that what you are?
I'm the leader.
You're the subordinate.
If I order something, you do it.
Let go of me.
But you had no plan at all.
You sent me to die.
Do you even realize that?
-Really, Moh?
-Yeah!
Those three small fry are yours.
Arab is mine.
Hey!
-I love you.
-I can't, Sarge.
Why did you pull the pin?
Right. I forgot.
Sarge.
Was what Moh said true?
If it's true, so what?
Look at my face.
Do I look like your mom?
I'm not your mom.
I'm not here to comfort you
every time you come back injured.
Are you blind or something? Are you crazy?
I'm so disappointed in you.
You know what, Sarge?
We followed your lead
because we believed
you'd get us out alive!
Don't be an idiot.
No matter how much I comfort you,
or baby you, it won't save you.
If you can't handle a mission like this,
if you're that scared,
go home and hide under your mom's skirt.
Let go of me!
-Sarge, let go.
-Get out.
You want your friend to die?
Listen to me. On the battlefield,
if you don't know how to love yourself,
no one else will love you.
-You'll all die anyway.
-Oh.
So all those subordinates who died
died because you were selfish, right?
-That's too much, you bastard.
-Sarge!
-Stop, Sarge.
-Stay out of this.
I'm so damn disappointed in you, Sarge.
-Sarge.
-Hey, hey.
What's going on?
Nothing.
And where did you two disappear to?
Kla. You again.
You're late because you were
fooling around with these girls, right?
Hey, Sarge.
All of you listen up.
Every one of you is a coward.
I give orders and none of you follow them.
Always chasing women.
Nothing ever gets done right.
Useless at work,
but when it comes to women,
you never miss.
This mission is off. I'll do it alone.
Go flirt. Go do whatever you want.
That's too much, Sarge.
I don't care what problem you've got,
but if you disrespect women like that,
-you'll deal with me!
-Why? you wanna fight?
I can take all of you on. You want it?
-Shoot me then!
-Sure. You want it?
Akki.
-Akki, don't. Step back.
-No.
I'll pull the trigger for real.
-Sarge. Please. Don't.
-Please what, you bastard?
-Tangkuay. Tangkuay.
-Go be crazy somewhere else, Tangkuay.
You bunch of trash.
If I finish this whole bottle
and I'm still standing,
you go back and work with everyone.
Okay?
Hey. Whoa.
The plan to wipe out Tiangmon's online
gambling and call center scam network.
-This is the place.
-Follow the plan.
Dan. Juk.
Cut the system and prep the bombs.
Kla. Tangkuay.
Infiltrate and clear the escape route.
I've got a bad feeling about this.
Can I borrow your phone for a moment?
So you suspect
that I might be a mole, don't you?
-Come into this line.
-Moh.
-Sit down first.
-Moh.
What happened to you?
Where's Sarge?
I'm going to get back at him.
On the neck too.
-Oh, the face.
-Warn me first.
Powder. Dust. Powder.
I grab the arm.
Then throw you to the ground.
-Throw you down, then break the arm.
-Break the arm first.
All right.
Throw me down?
Just kidding.
-He already planned it.
-Easy. Easy. Easy.
Punch. Punch. Headlock.
Grind the head. After that, pull the ear.
Something like that.
Go.
-Move. Move. Move.
-Okay.
Subtitle translation by: Panuwat Baikeawon