Project D

Muay Thai Training Center. A small, local place saturated with the damp aroma of salty sweat. The old photo of the founder, once a champion, clings desperately to whatever reputation the center has left.
The father of a little trainee is not thrilled that his adorably cute 4-year-old daughter is still getting bullied after months of training at the gym. He wants her to toughen up. While trying to calm the fuming father, the master Kiet scans the room, searching for the trainer responsible for the child. Far away in the corner, Prayut is conspicuously pretending to mop the floor.
Once the father and daughter leave, Kiet rounds on Prayut, scolding him for being too soft with the kids. "But they’re very... very tiny," Prayut protests. He hates being around kids, terrified he might accidentally break them. Kiet counters by pointing out that it's difficult to train adults with his limping leg. Just as Prayut is about to argue that he can handle teenagers, his phone rings. It’s the delivery service company, his other part-time job. Sometimes, it’s risky, but hey, it pays well.
At the same time, the Pharmaceutical company. A large, lifeless gray building stands isolated, hidden from prying eyes. The place is heavily guarded by armed security, and everyone entering or exiting is scanned by metal detectors.
Taksaorn, the principal researcher in the Bio-Department of Nanoparticles, is nine months pregnant. Although she's entitled to maternity leave, her workaholic nature drives her to work right up to her due date. Even the security guards respect her dedication and allow her to bypass the radiation exposure of metal detectors.
After the usual meeting, Taksaorn heads to the basement, a restricted area accessible only to a select few scientists. Oddly resembling a children's hospital, the basement feels out of place in such a desolate location. Taksaorn walks past a series of nursery rooms—pink, green, yellow—until she stops, staring at an eight-month-old infant playing innocently in a blue room.
Minutes later, Taksaorn appears on a small security camera feed, clutching her swollen belly and running out of sight. An ear-piercing emergency alarm blares, shutting down the entire building within moments.
The rendezvous at WAT ARUN. Prayut's instructions are clear: find a woman and give her a passport and pre-paid phone. The job seems simple enough for the amount of money promised. Prayut finally spots Taksaorn among the tourists. She is pretending to be a tourist mother with a stroller. However, Taksaorn is expecting two passports: one for herself and another one for the baby. Panic sets in as she interrogates Prayut, but he is clueless. They get busy arguing among the swarm of tourists, only to find out the stroller is GONE!
There! Prayut spots a man wearing a blue shirt running away with the stroller. Yet over there! Taksaorn spots the security guards from the pharmaceutical company. RRRRRRUN!!!
Prayut is running after the blue shirt with the stroller, Taksaorn is following Prayut, the pharmaceutical guards are following Taksaorn, the Wat Arun guards are chasing all of them, and countless tourists are also running in panic.
Then, Prayut finally gets to the stroller, but the panicked tourist takes the baby, thinking it’s hers– My baby! NO!!!! The Wat Arun guards take over– Who is this baby? Both the pharmaceutical guards and Prayut get to it– I’m the mother!! Taksaorn holds the baby and makes a run. The pharmaceutical guards are following again. The blue shirt is following, too. Prayut is also following and thinking– I’m NOT getting paid nearly enough for this!! Then, Taksaorn trips over while evading the guards, and the baby slips from her grasp. Time... seems to slow... as the baby... plummets... toward the stone... floor. Instinctively, Prayut dives, catching its tiny body just before impact. In the same fluid motion, he delivers a powerful KICK to the approaching guard, knocking him down... WHAT?! Prayut realizes that he’s no longer limping! Prayut wants to know how it can be, but not now. It’s time to kick some ass like his old Muay Thai pro days.
Meanwhile, at Suvarnabhumi Airport, after stepping out of the first-class cabin, Korean businessman Jang immediately places a call, but the other party fails to answer. Annoyance creases on Jang's face.
At the Pharmaceutical company, Dr. Liu screams at the head of security for allowing Taksaorn to escape with the baby—no ordinary infant, but subject D-042. They confirmed that Taksaorn faked her pregnancy the entire time so she could carry out the baby in her empty plastic belly. THAT CUNNING BITCH! Dr. Liu cries while she is the official cunning bitch in the company.
From the City Orphanage Center, Politician Rungrueang calls Dr. Liu as he attends the annual fundraising event. As Rungrueang takes the stage for his speech, an uninvited reporter named Satja confronts Rungrueang with a question about rumors of money laundering through these fundraising efforts. Satja is swiftly escorted out by Rungrueang’s assistants, but not before he detects a shift in Rungrueang's demeanor, indicating something might be amiss.
NOW–
Taksaorn and the baby are on their way to the airport, planning to meet Jang, who is supposed to whisk them out of the country to safety. Prayut is escorting them, just in case the bad guys follow. The pharmaceutical people must be the villains since they want to take the baby away from the mother (at least, that's what Taksaorn told him). Somehow, the police are in cahoots with the bad guys because they also try to snatch the baby. Prayut remembers that he wasn't limping at Wat Arun but is limping again now. But he decides it's best to ignore it. The safety of Taksaorn and the baby is paramount.
Goodbye, little baby, and live happily ever after somewhere over the rainbow... Prayut whispers his farewell to the baby– until Jang betrays them! And to make matters worse, the guy in the blue shirt is working for Jang!

Again, chaos erupts: the blue shirt is chasing Prayut, who is running after Jang with the baby, Taksaorn is also following Jang, the airport guards are on their heels, the pharmaceutical guards are charging in, and countless airport passengers are scurrying everywhere in a wild panic!
Prayut helps Taksaorn escape from the airport yet again. While Taksaorn thinks of Plan B, Prayut gets a call from the delivery company. Half-nervous, half-desperate, he spills the beans about their situation. They make him an enticing offer: bring in the woman and the baby, and they'll pay off his debt and throw in some extra cash.
When Prayut returns, Taksaorn mentions a friend who can assist them once they reach Singapore. Prayut nods and says he knows someone who can help them out... As they move, he secretly texts someone.
Prayut takes Taksaorn to a very shady place near the dock, where suspicious figures lurk in the shadows. Suddenly, the pharmaceutical guards appear out of nowhere. Taksaorn's suspicion flares—could Prayut have betrayed her? Prayut looks utterly dumbfounded. Fighting the guards is no easy task, especially with his limping leg. Desperate, Prayut begs Taksaorn to give him the baby. “Are you f*cking kidding me? Of course NOT!”
Prayut finally manages to get his hands on the baby and throws a good kick, then Taksaorn snatches the baby back, and Prayut limps and gets a beating from the guards. Just then, Prayut’s Muay Thai buddies, along with Kiet, pop out and join the fray, fighting off the guards and helping Prayut and Taksaorn escape. As they run, Prayut demands the truth from Taksaorn. In the midst of their argument and efforts to get hold of the baby, they accidentally drop the baby (not again!), and Satja snatches the baby and starts running with them. "Who are you?!" they all shout simultaneously.
Here is the truth. The pharmaceutical company, notorious for its vivisection researcher Dr. Liu, is funded by Rungrueang and his secret cult, Deus—people obsessed with achieving immortality. Among the many scientists working on creating super-human genes is Taksaorn, and the baby, D-042, is their most successful experiment so far. D-042’s special power seems to temporarily heal Prayut’s limping leg whenever he holds the baby. Taksaorn couldn't bear to subject the baby to more experiments, so she ran away, trying to find a safer environment for them both. Satja has been tracking a money laundering rumor involving Rungrueang, and his investigation has led him to this point. Prayut, holding the baby and feeling his leg miraculously strengthened, blurts out, “But... you haven’t even given the baby a name?”
Taksaorn is dead certain—a GPS tracker is lodged in the baby’s body and demands surgical equipment to extract it. Satja whisks them off to his ex-girlfriend Vasia’s medical office. The atmosphere was electric with tension, every movement from Taksaorn like a live wire, ready to snap.
While Taksaorn and Vasia perform a high-stakes operation on the baby, Prayut is on his own covert mission. He rounds up his Muay Thai buddies, hoping they could kick and punch their

way to a secret escape route to Singapore. Satja, meanwhile, dives headfirst into the murky depths of the internet, hunting for any scrap of information about the shadowy Pharmaceutical Company.
Time seemed to bend and stretch as Satja connected the dots, each revelation more sinister than the last: the Pharmaceutical Company was using the City Orphanage Center as their personal lab, experimenting on the children.
Here’s the plan: Kiet will secure a boat to Singapore while Taksaorn and the baby lay low at Vasia’s clinic. Satja, driven by a relentless need for justice, will infiltrate the City Orphanage Center, searching for the damning evidence that could topple Rungruean and the Pharmaceutical Company.
As for Prayut, his heart isn't in the fight anymore. He calls it a day and heads home, seeking solace in the mundane. The world's weight lifts slightly as he steps through the door, greeted by the familiar sight of his ailing mother. There, Prayut sits in front of a photo of his sister Amara.
Prayut was supposed to meet his sister Amara at the shopping mall for his 24th birthday. She had secretly planned to surprise him with a new pair of boxing gloves for the big fight he had been preparing for. On his way there, Prayut saw a motorcycle thief trying to snatch a woman’s purse and instinctively stepped in to help. As he wrestled with the thief, the motorcycle lost control, veering into the crowd and striking Amara– she never woke up from the coma.
To pay for her mounting hospital bills, Prayut joined an illegal underground fight club. It was there he sustained a career-ending injury, leaving him with a permanent limp. His dreams of becoming a renowned Muay Thai fighter were shattered. A year later, Amara passed away.
The weight of the tragedy crushed their mother, who fell ill while trying to care for her injured son and support the family. Prayut bore the brunt of the blame—he couldn’t shake the belief that it was all his fault. If only he hadn't intervened and let the thief go, Amara might still be alive, smiling as she used to. He might have achieved his dream, and his mother wouldn't have worked herself into illness. Haunted by guilt and grief, Prayut vowed never to go out of his way to help others again. From that day forward, he promised to look out only for himself and his family, retreating from the world that had taken so much from him.
Then, Prayut receives a text from Satja. It’s a photo from the City Orphanage Center— several children are scheduled to be sent to the Pharmaceutical Company. Satja's message is clear: he needs Prayut’s help to save them.
Prayut stares at the screen, his heart heavy with conflict. He doesn't respond, but the weight of his guilt pressing down on him. His mother, sensing his turmoil, gently speaks up. She tells him how proud she is of her son, of his good heart. She reminds him that it would break Amara’s heart to think she was the reason he stopped helping those in need. The words hang in the air, thick with emotion, as Prayut wrestles with his conscience, torn between his vow and the urgent call for help.

At the City Orphanage Center, Satja frantically snaps photos, gathering as much evidence as he can. But as he looks at the children's frightened faces, he’s paralyzed by uncertainty. How can he possibly take all of them, and where would they go?
Stepping away from the Center, he promises the children he will return. Just then, Prayut arrives with the Muay Thai buddies to take the children to their Training Center, a temporary safe haven until a more permanent solution can be found.
As they begin transferring the kids, Satja’s phone rings. It’s Vasia. Her voice is tense with suspicion. She reveals that she’s uncovered disturbing information: Taksaorn’s friend works for another Pharmaceutical Company in Singapore, one with equally nefarious intentions. The revelation sends a shiver down Satja's spine—could Taksaorn be hiding a darker agenda? The clock is ticking, and the stakes have never been higher.
Prayut and Satja race to the dock where Taksaorn and the baby are supposed to meet Kiet. The tension is palpable as they arrive just in time to stop the boat from departing. Taksaorn tries to plead her case, insisting her Singapore contact is trustworthy. But Satja steps forward, revealing the damning evidence that exposes the contact’s true intentions. The moment hangs heavy with disbelief and betrayal.
Realizing she’s cornered, Taksaorn’s demeanor shifts. With a steely edge, she warns them that the baby needs a vaccine to survive. If they don’t head to Singapore right now, it is only obtainable from the very Pharmaceutical Company they’ve been fighting against. The path ahead is clear yet treacherous: Prayut and Satja have no choice but to infiltrate the Pharmaceutical Company to save the baby’s life. Prayut wraps the baby tightly to his body. Now, with a no-more-limping leg, he is ready to bring his Muay Thai skills back.
Back at the Pharmaceutical Company, Prayut and Satja stealthily navigate their way into the building, with Vasia following close behind. Who better to handle the vaccines than her, after all? As Prayut and Vasia make their way toward the laboratory, Satja heads off in search of incriminating documents.
Suddenly, Satja finds himself face-to-face with Dr. Liu and Rungrueang. Dr. Liu shouts for help, and the head guard springs into action, pursuing Satja. The alarm blares, sending the entire building into a red-level alert.
Meanwhile, Prayut and Vasia are confronted by a phalanx of security guards. Prayut readies himself, knowing he can take on two or three, but the sheer number is overwhelming. Just as all seems lost, a fierce battle cry pierces the chaos—AHHHH! Prayut's Muay Thai buddies and Kiet storm in. The fight is on, a whirlwind of fist kicks and adrenaline as they battle their way through the guards. HOOK PUNCH! JAB! JAB! HORIZONTAL KNEE STRIKE! SPINNING ELBOW! And ends with MUAY THAI KNEE BOMB!
As the Muay Thai fighters take down the guards, Vasia locates the vaccine for the baby, and for Satja, he manages to put a bloody hole in Rungrueang’s forehead using Dr. Liu’s heel as a weapon.

The team races against time, barely escaping the building before it erupts into a fiery explosion. Bewildered, they glance at each other, unable to fathom what just happened. More evidence was left behind, and countless children still needed saving. As they stand in stunned silence, watching the inferno consume the building, none of them notice a black sedan quietly slipping away with Jang and the man in the blue shirt inside the car.
The nightmare finally ends. Prayut sits in his living room, watching the news broadcast the downfall of the corrupt Pharmaceutical Company. Rungrueang, now in handcuffs, is escorted into the interrogation room, justice finally catching up with him. Dr. Liu, completely losing her mind, is led away to a mental hospital.
Satja, on the other hand, becomes the focal point of attention. His investigative prowess during the ordeal propels him into the spotlight, and he is destined to become one of the nation's most respected journalists. Perhaps now, he has a chance to rekindle things with Vasia, their shared trials bringing them closer once more.
Just then, Prayut's mother interrupts his thoughts, watching the baby with full of love. She asks Prayut,
Boy or girl?
... I don’t know.
Let me... Oh, it’s a girl.
Oh, it’s a girl.
What’s her name?
She has no name.
Then... we should call her Amara. Amara.