Pattaya Heat (ปิดเมืองล่า)

You might not know

how this road became so globally well known.

It's thanks to the American soldiers.

It all started in 1966.

The first go-go bar opened here.

I was born in that year.

Right now, I'm the boss here.

Despite being just a low-rank police officer,

no matter where I go, people respect me.

No one was bigger than me on this road.

Well,

Mr. Simon is actually the boss.

He's the real boss here.

Ja-Chai!

Ja-Chai! Please help me!

Leave me out of this! Get off!

Help me! Simon is going to kill me!

- I don't know what you're talking about! - He'll kill me!

- Hands off me! - Ja-Chai, please!

Please! Ja-Chai!

Boss, please listen to me.

He owns hundreds of businesses,

both underground and above-ground.

He can do whatever he pleases.

Now, listen carefully.

Why did you do me dirty like that? Huh?

Why?

Do you remember what the money I gave you was for?

To start a new life!

Not gambling and losing it all, asshole!

Chai! You're a cop! Chai! You're a cop! Chai!

Hey, Ja-Chai! Where are you going?

Wait a sec. I've got something to talk to you about.

This is where it all started.

Last night, I went to Mr. Simon's club.

Hey, Ja-Chai!

Hey, come on. One more time.

Here's a tip for you.

Fucking hell.

You can't just leave like that. Give me another round!

Remember this gun.

From this point on, this was where it all branched out.

I need 500,000.

- Don't gamble if this isn't your day. - No! I have to.

I just lost my daughter's treatment fee. I need to get it back.

I'll definitely take this back. Trust me.

Take care of it.

Five hundred thousand?

For this old thing, I can give you 100,000 at most.

Mr. Simon is under someone else's oversight,

his stepdad.

His name is Nicholas.

He's on his deathbed.

Mr. Simon now runs all the businesses.

May I take your order?

What's your bestseller?

Well, that'd be the Neapolitan.

How about a Hawaiian?

Yes, we have that.

Great. One Hawaiian pizza, please.

One Hawaiian pizza.

Any drinks?

What are you drinking right now?

Lemon tea.

Here's your order.

Right.

Thanks.

I'll get you the change.

No need.

This is good. You made this yourself?

My husband did.

Your husband...

is such a good cook.

Though,

I made this lemon tea.

This?

What's that?

This?

It's a gift for a friend.

A gift?

Is it an antique? Does it shoot?

Have you pulled its trigger?

Maybe to kill someone or something?

Killing people? I don't have to kill anyone anymore.

I'm Simon.

Nice to meet you, Mr. Simon.

See you.

Of course.

Fah?

Are you Fah?

I'm Thod.

I'm Thod, Singh's brother.

Thod?

Yes.

Is Singh here?

Yes.

Why are you here?

Is Singh here?

Singh! Singh!

Singh!

Did you break out of prison?

What?

Singh!

Why do you think I shouldn't talk to him?

I took care of him since childhood!

You have two weeks.

No more, no less.

Learn how to make pizzas and put your ass to work.

Thod got out of jail and helped his brother run his pizza restaurant.

This is around the same time Mr. Simon came to me with the gun.

These stories weren't going to blend,

but ultimately, they did.

That's life.

Something unexpected

can change your fate forever.

Ja-Chai, just let me know if you need credit.

Really?

Hey, Ja-Chai.

You know that at Lion Star,

we're extremely profitable.

But do you know where our money goes?

I need to send it to Bangkok,

to have it turned into gold before it's shipped back to me.

However, things went wrong the last few weeks.

Ja-Chai.

Wait. Who is this lady to you?

- My wife. - Your wife?

Yes.

The same person as on the movie poster?

- Yes. - Seriously?

- She's your wife? - She is.

Oh wow! She is a movie star?

How amazing.

-Mr. Simon, -What a man!

let's continue your gold story.

Where is your wife now?

She passed away.

She did?

- Many years ago. - Really?

What a shame.

No wonder I've never seen you with anyone.

Mr. Simon, I...

I don't think I can help you

because I'll retire soon and live off of my pension.

Ja-Chai!

Just do this for me

and you won't ever need your pension.

Ja-Chai, I've cleared everything for you.

You don't need to do a thing.

Walk in, show the document, and my people will do the rest.

They'll hand you the gold.

You just put it in a car

and drive back to me.

Just like that? Put it in the car

- and bring it back to you? - The gold in a car,

drive back to me. That's it.

So, why me? You have many men that could do that.

In 1998,

a 16-year-old girl

went on a trip with her family from a fishing village near Pattaya.

They planned on having a beautiful holiday in Pattaya.

On their journey,

a tragic event happened.

It was a car accident.

Her dad, mom, and little brother died.

The girl survived but only after seven surgeries.

That girl is Gee.

Hey, Gee!

- Where's the guy? - There.

Is he coming up or what?

Not anytime soon.

- What does that mean? - Well, he only talks to me.

Then we don't need this conversation.

You can talk to me

and I'll pass it on to him.

Why would I come all the way here to talk to you?

Fine!

Hey!

What's next? Are we going to talk?

Fine, it's a no.

Start the engine!

Ms. Gee.

Hok's coming out.

There's Hok. Hok!

This is Ms. Gee. She's big around here.

I heard you are a good fortune-teller.

See you tomorrow at Na Kluea Market.

The first thing Gee did after getting out of the hospital

was to visit a fortune-teller to learn the craft.

A few years later,

she became the most mysterious fortune-teller in Pattaya.

She knows a large number of people

and, of course,

her insight

is just as vast.

Okay, let's go.

I'm just a fortune-teller.

You don't have to believe me.

Many people don't.

Six months ago,