Kingdom (2014–…): Season 2, Episode 1 - New Money - full transcript
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But we are family.
Nobody can change that.
You're my boys.
I love you.
Now go fucking cave his face in.
_
I own a gym, MMA.
I train professionals, like Ryan.
Wasn't he in a gym when he
bruttaly assaulted his father?
There's a condition
of your parole.
You will be completing an
inpatient drug and alcohol
rehabilitation program.
You and Alvin,
how long is it going on?
Two years.
Are you kidding me showing up here.
Ryan Wheeler wants
to fight again.
I'm putting together a big show.
You got a main card?
He's your fighter.
I've got my own fighter.
- What does that mean?
- I'm getting Jay a fight.
I do whatever I want
whenever I want...
Why do you want to fight?
Because I have the heart of a lion.
He's your own son and you can't
even fucking talk to him.
Wanna be tough guy?
You have no idea what a tough guy is.
What do I got to do to
fix things with Nate?
He won't talk to me.
He's all...
Closed off inside.
I didn't think I'd ever see you again.
How are you?
You don't need to live in chaos.
I don't ever want to see
you fight for your life.
- I need some help.
- I'm not giving you any HGH, Nate.
If I don't get it from you,
I'm gonna get it from somebody else.
Dad, you remember Mom, right?
Hi, Alvey.
I don't care what you've done.
I'm your son,
and I love you.
I don't know what you're trying to do here,
son, but you're doing the wrong way.
This is our family.
Come on!
Hands up!
Good!
My boy's ready.
There you go!
I've gotta thank my coach...
Alvey Kulina.
He gave me everything.
[Crowd cheering]
Jay: Fuck him up! Fuck
this motherfucker up!
He's a bitch! Come on! Let's go!
Come on! Tastes great!
Less filling!
Come on! Let's go! Come on!
Murder this pudgy motherfucker!
Come on, Mac!
Come on! Let's go! Come on!
Keep those hands up.
Keep those hands up.
- There you go.
- This is it! Fuck him up, Mac!
Fuck him up Mac!
[Crowd booing]
You suck!
[Spits]
[Indistinct shouting]
Hey, yo. Come on.
Deep breaths, baby.
Deep breaths.
Jay: Come with that
overhand right, Mac.
Beat this motherfucker
down, Mac!
This fat motherfucker!
[Horn blares]
All right, hey!
Nice first round!
Looking good... Light and fresh.
- How you feeling?
- Terrible. Fucking terrible.
Well, I'll tell you this much...
You look great.
Water him down, Nate.
Hey, you got to
listen to something.
I need you to hear me now.
I need you to look at me.
I need you to
understand one thing.
Look at me, Mac, right in
the fucking eyes right now.
- Pussy hates a loser.
- What?
- Pussy hates a loser.
- Pussy hates a loser.
- Okay.
- What does pussy hate?
- Pussy hates a loser.
- Okay.
We're fighting in the junkyard for a
reason, 'cause you a junkyard dog!
Come on, Mac!
You're a bull master
motherfucker!
Fuck this boy!
- [Growls]
- _
- [Horn blares]
- Come on.
He don't like it! He loves it!
Mac, come on! Come on, Mac!
- Oh, shit!
- Nate: Oh-ho-ho!
Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!
[Cheering]
Yeah!
Whoo!
- Get off me!
- That's my boy!
That's my boy!
Nate: I'm sorry you
had to see this.
Whoo! Ahh!
Mac, you motherfucker!
Jay, stop fucking him.
Jay, get the fuck off me!
Why are you doing this?
[Gunshots]
[Indistinct public address]
Blue, red, blue,
triangle, orange.
[Gunshots]
All right, bud.
Anything you want.
Yeah? Anything I want?
Yeah.
[Machine gun firing]
Aah!
- Ohh!
- Yeah!
That's what I'm talking about.
Nice!
Is it wrong that I
want to fuck this gun?
It would be wrong if you didn't.
Short barrel, primary weapon
system rifle with trigger work.
Modified stock, triad
flash suppressor,
eotech sights, and
a viking sling.
I don't know what the fuck you
said, but I will take it.
- It looks good on you, bud.
- Yeah, man.
- I want the sig.
- All right.
And, uh...
[Gun clicks]
Give me this gen 3.
- 17-round mags, yeah?
- Yeah, goddamn right.
- Fuck you, California.
- My man.
Do all three for $5,500.
- $5,200. I like that.
- $5,500, buddy.
- You're all about the money.
- Big fight tonight, huh?
Ryan's first title defense.
Yeah. Big for Jay, too.
- How they looking?
- Ryan looks great.
Jay's got a stupid fucking
haircut, but he looks good.
It'll be a good matchup,
so we'll see how it goes.
Yeah.
- Want a ticket?
- Yeah, man.
- Any way I can bring my wife?
- Yeah.
- I'll leave a couple tickets at will call.
- Cool. Thanks.
- Good to go.
- $5,500!
- You should be taking that to my truck.
- [Laughs]
[Vomiting]
[Toilet flushes]
[Ringtone playing]
Hello?
I'm lovely, Garo. Why are
you calling me so early?
What? No.
I'm not listening to this.
No, 'cause you know
it's bullshit.
You know what? Fuck you.
I'll see you tonight.
[Music playing]
[Horn blaring]
[Knocking on door]
[Door opens]
Jay: Yo!
What the fuck?!
I got to come collect
you at the door?!
[Door closes]
You dirty little debutante, you.
Hmm?
You make a puppy work?
What the hell happened here?
The chicken after
the weigh-in, bro.
Huh?
The chicken after the weigh-in.
- I heard you.
- I puked, man.
I puked, and I stopped that,
but I can't stop shitting now.
I got no sleep. I don't
think I can go tonight.
Are you fucking kidding me?
The champ does not pull out of a
fight over a few juicy poops.
Dude, I'm dead, Jay.
Come on, dude. You're
not fucking dead.
You're alive. You've got vitals.
I'm getting you to the gym.
Mac's gonna nurse you
back to health, boy.
How did Mac's fight go?
Beautiful, dude. He won.
I mean, it was a walrus
fight, but it was primo.
I was legitimately fucking aroused.
Hard as a fucking ox.
Come on.
Up, up, up, up, boom!
- Let's cruise.
- Yeah.
Oh, I got to tell you something, man.
I hate this fucking house.
Free is free, dude.
Where did it happen?
- Keith's mom?
- Yeah.
Back bedroom.
With a fucking hammer.
With a fucking hammer
while she was sleeping.
- Have you ever been back there?
- No. Hell, no.
Come on, let's go before
I have to shit again.
[Music playing]
[Engine shuts off]
[Indistinct conversations]
Ah!
Where's Ryan?
- Huh?
- Ryan, Ryan, Ryan.
Uh, Jay's picking him up.
All right, Joe, I want you to clear this
place out when they get here, okay?
Fight night, guys. Big night.
Big night.
Hi, Casey.
[Scoffs] Joe, one more?
Wait, and you said
you were done.
Hey, it's... it's three minutes.
One more.
Hey, you.
- Good morning.
- Hi, Shelby.
- What's going on?
- Mm, not much.
You got a bunch of messages and
some ticket requests for tonight.
- Who called?
- A bunch of people.
I wrote it down.
[Chuckles]You know,
writing a message down
is different than
delivering the message.
It doesn't do me any good simply
knowing it exists... Shelby.
I think Confucius said that.
[Both laugh]
Um, the hot water's out again,
too, and the alarm's being weird.
Right, isn't that
Lisa's department?
Right, I just thought
because of the baby...
Hmm.
Man: About 15 pounds overweight.
Well, she's... She's pregnant, Shelby.
She's not paralyzed.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, guys!
What's going on?
He ate a filthy bird.
Lisa needs to talk
to you right away.
- About what?
- She's in her office.
- Go see her.
- I got to take a piss.
Okay.
Are you sick?
Yeah, if food poisoning is sick.
Coming from both ends.
- What time did this start?
- About 1:30 last night.
- Did you get any sleep?
- No, not a wink.
Keep anything down?
I don't know, I haven't puked in
a couple hours. I don't know.
Mac! Mac!
Mac: Hey, what's up, coach?
- I.V. in the lounge right now.
- Oh!
- He needs it, all right?
- Not looking good. Yes.
Get some rest. I'll be right in.
I'll be right in.
[Sighs]
Good morning, Mrs. Prince.
- [Knocks]
- Hi.
How are you two feeling?
I hate everything. Can
you shut the door?
Sure, no problem. Look,
I don't want to...
I don't want to overstep
my bounds here, but...
If you need somebody to...
Massage your perineum...
- You're the guy?
- I'm that guy. Dr. Jay.
Oh, my God, Jay. You are so sweet.
Thank you so much for stepping up.
You're welcome. So, what's up?
Hassan pulled out of the fight.
He says he strained his MCL.
Doing what? I mean, getting
out of fucking bed?
- I know.
- It's the day of the fight, Lisa!
His manager called
Garo this morning.
I-I'm sorry.
I know that you're disappointed.
- [Slams phone]
- Fuck disappointment!
Are you kidding me? This is the
second time in four months, Lisa!
What the fuck?!
This is a business
decision for these guys.
You're a great fighter
with an average record.
There's no upside
to fighting you.
What do you want me to do
with this information?!
I fuck up, I don't get a fight.
I do great, I still
don't get a fight.
I'm a little confused.
I know. Jay, it sucks.
- It sucks?
- Yeah.
Hmm. What the fuck are
you doing about it?
- I'm working on it.
- How?
I don't know. I... But
I'll figure it out, okay?
You'll figure it fucking out?
You want to manage me?
- You want to be my manager?
- Yes.
Then manage to get
me a fucking fight.
Jesus fuck! Fuck!
- Mac: Hit him right in the throat.
- [Chuckles]
He dropped like somebody unplugged him.
It was awesome.
And then, uh... And
then Jay humped me.
I got video on my phone
if you want to see it.
- Oh, man.
- Check this out.
Alvey: How's my guy?
Uh, good. I just, uh...
He just started the
second bag of fluids.
You're good to go
tonight, right?
Yeah, I think so.
You think so, or you know so?
'Cause Morant's a tough
son of a bitch, man.
He could hurt you.
No, there's sponsors coming tonight.
I'm not gonna pull out of the fight.
- You sure?
- I'm good.
- I'm just gonna sleep.
- You need some food, too.
A little solid food,
try to keep it down.
- Mac.
- Mac: Yeah?
Alvey.
Did you know about my
fight falling apart?
I just found out. I just
found out, and I'm sorry.
What happened to Hassan?
Hassan... fucking Hassan, all
of a sudden, has an MLC.
Ah, ah, easy.
What, they can't...
There's nobody else?
Nobody. I take all.
Nobody takes me.
All right, Lisa's gonna
handle the situation, okay?
- [Spits]
- Just relax.
Don't get yourself crazy.
- It's sucks.
- [Humming]
I'm not even fucking
worried about it
'cause tonight is about you.
Yes, sir. Yes, champ.
Tonight is about you.
I'm gonna go home. Mackles,
you're coming with me.
I'm gonna have a burrito. I'm
gonna have a few Martinis.
I'm gonna put on my finery.
And I am going to cheer for you
like a Peruvian girl at a Michael Jackson
concert, 'cause you know I love you.
I'll see you tonight... Champ.
All right.
I might even love you.
- Oh, shit.
- Yes, sir.
Mac, when you've concluded
your nursing services,
I expect to see you
back at the chalet.
- Kick some ass tonight, bro.
- Sorry, bud.
[Grunting]
- Fuck!
- I fucked up the toast.
Oh, yeah.
I need you to work a
double next week.
No. What? No.
I don't want to work a double.
I worked two last week.
Tim's got mono.
- What about Chauncey?
- He's out of town.
- Well, what about Madison?
- She ain't gonna do it.
She never has to do anything.
Seriously, has she ever
cleaned the grill? No.
Has she ever emptied
the grease trap? No.
She's in school. She
works 15 hours a week.
But I'm trying to help you out.
Oh, lucky me. A double.
Thank you.
You always give me
the worst schedule.
Why you always got a problem?
You keep saying you want hours.
I'm giving you more hours.
What the hell you want?
[Sighs]
Nothing.
I'll do it.
[Gun clicking]
How badass is that thing?
Nate: Yeah, this
is very practical.
You definitely
needed to buy this.
[Chuckles]
When the shit goes
down, Sonny boy,
you're gonna be running
to big Papa's house.
Big Papa's house.
[Chuckles] Here. Help me out.
I'm trying to get
more tape on Barnes.
I've seen enough.
- Well, it can't hurt to see more.
- You're right.
Lisa's gonna set up some press for
you the week before the fight.
I know you hate it, but
first fight back...
No, I'll do it. It's fine.
Yeah?
Yeah.
What?
You're very relaxed.
It's disturbing.
I'm not taking this guy
lightly or anything.
I'm just fucking ready to fight.
I know you are. You
busted your ass.
I'm proud as hell of you.
Thank you.
You're not in your head.
I like that.
You're off that
shit, too, right?
The HGH that you think
I didn't know about?
I know you had an injury
and it was necessary,
but you get popped, and that
follows you your whole career.
So we are done with that, yeah?
We're done. I'm off it.
I'm clean. I swear.
Handsome kid.
Go see if, uh, Ryan
needs anything, okay?
Yeah.
- You good?
- Yeah.
All right.
Nothing's loaded.
Don't forget we're going to see
Garo to look at that Brazilian.
- Where are you going?
- To go and see another fighter.
- Anyone I know?
- Alicia Mendez?
She's young.
Mm, young's good.
You gonna bring those home?
I'm not gonna leave them
in a gym full of maniacs.
See you there.
Okay. Bye.
[Ringtone playing]
Ah, fuck.
[Ringtone stops]
[Music playing]
- Motherfucker!
- [Horn honks]
Fuck!
So, where are you training now?
At Team Elite in
North Hollywood.
Just trying to get out of there.
It's a good gym.
You're not happy?
[Sighs] It's all right.
You know, it's just...
It's not the right fit.
Why, did Marco try to fuck you?
[Chuckles]
He kept asking me out to dinner.
And then you keep saying no and
then he'll cancel your privates
and no one wants
to roll with you
and then you're the lonely girl
in the corner hitting a bag.
That's pretty much
exactly how it happened.
Or it could be that
he's lost interest
'cause you've lost your
last three fights in a row.
- Yeah, maybe.
- It's not.
It's the not fucking him, but
your record isn't helping.
I'm sorry. Why did you
even call me here?
I want to sign you.
I think you're a really talented fighter
who's gotten some really bad advice,
or maybe none at all, and I
want to change all that.
What do you mean? I mean,
what can you get me?
Right now? Probably nothing.
Look. You're 1-3, and you're
not getting any better.
You're taking bad fights with girls
with way too much experience.
Well, Marco says I need
to take what I can get.
Yeah, no, and if you
keep doing that,
uh, you'll end up
fighting in Palm Springs
until you're mercy-killed
by the commissioner.
Well, how else am I supposed to get
experience if I don't take a fight?
My job is to build your career.
I'm gonna find you the right
fights at the right time.
The sponsors and all that
shit will come later.
You're a beautiful girl, but that's
not gonna happen without a plan.
If I go with you, will I be
able to train with Alvey?
I can't promise that,
but he'll evaluate you.
I told him about you, and, uh, he's
hoping you'll come by the gym.
[Snorts]
Mac: Ohh!
Yeah, I miss your
old house, man.
Fuck my old house, dude.
I like this place.
I get my own space here, Mac.
Ohh! [Inhales sharply]
Ohh!
I got... I got my own theories
about this whole fucking thing.
- [Snorts]
- What thing?
You know, about the whole business
industrial complex of the sport.
Sport, you know? See?
It's fucking... It's like
I'm a fighter, dude.
I'm a fucking fighter.
[British accent] I'm
not a sportsman, sir.
[Normal voice] Jesus.
- Have you ever read Sigmund Freud?
- I know who he is.
He's fucking amazing, man.
For instance, do you
ever get depressed?
Huh? [Sniffs]
When I think about my
grandpa, all right?
Like, uh, he was
more like a father.
No, Mac, I'm saying, like,
for no fucking reason,
like you're sitting in your house and you
can't manage to do another fucking thing.
You can't motivate.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
I know what that is.
That's fucking Freud, dude.
That is anxiety, and you're having it
because you are suppressing your impulses.
- [Snorts]
- All the shit that is built into you...
Fucking, fighting, surviving...
All the animal shit.
Um, but, however, the...
We have to have that,
otherwise, you cannot have
a functioning society
'cause you're gonna get
motherfuckers like me
who go around stealing everyone's
fucking property and women.
You have to suppress. Yeah.
[Snorts]
Uh, uh, it just makes...
Makes me really sad.
You know, fuck, man.
- No, no, no, no, no, no.
- That's what I'm saying.
Hey, hey, hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey.
Hey, no. No, no, no.
What are we talking about, Jay?
Wh...
What?
What... what... what...
What I'm talking...
What we're talking
about, Mac, is that...
- What?
- Look, I'm...
I'm... I'm...
Everybody's too fucking careful.
F-Fighters fight, dude.
Fuck! That's all they do.
Huh?
True statement?
Hmm? "T" or "F," fucking Mac?
Yeah, I get... I agree.
Ga-Ga-Ga, you sound,
um, uh, dubious.
It's... it's an
oversimplification.
See? That's the infection
right there, dude.
Hassan is... Fucking Hassan's trying
to curate his record, and, yeah.
No, that's bullshit, dude.
Hassan's fucking stealing from
me, Mac, by bitching out.
And that...
[Sighs]
It gives me anxiety, man.
It gives me fucking anxiety.
[Sniffs]
Should we clean this all up
before your Mom comes home?
Go... hey, hey...
Dude, my Mom's working
a fucking doble today.
Line it up, Mac, with your
fucking forearms, dude.
I want to march to fucking
Bolivia and back, motherfucker.
Get that shit going.
We have a really
long night, Jay.
All right, dude. We
got to set a pace.
We got to make it all
the way to the end.
This is my fucking pace, Mac.
You will not fucking
suppress me.
I'm Martin Luther King, dude.
Watch out, bro.
That... You cannot say that.
[Moaning]
[Siren wailing]
Christina: I get the worst
hours of anybody there.
"If nobody wants to work that
shift, give it to Christina."
In the meantime, this Madison
girl, who has gigantic boobs,
has Jamal wrapped
around her finger.
I wouldn't be surprised if
she'making the schedule.
Why don't you just tell this guy
what hours you want to work?
It doesn't work that way, honey.
Haven't you ever had a job?
That's actually not good.
I get paid to fight.
Yeah, but you need to know what
it feels like to have a boss.
Why do I need to know that?
Well, pardon me, Your Highness.
You're getting a little cocky.
It's actually very attractive, Nate.
Women like it.
That's good to know, Mom.
Thank you.
- How's Casey?
- She's good.
Hmm? You two doing okay?
All good.
She's not going crazy
with you training?
No drinking, no
good food, no sex?
- Are you almost done with that?
- Almost.
Is your brother ready
for his fight tonight?
The guy pulled out.
- Oh. That's too bad.
- Yeah, it sucks.
So... so, is he gonna
be home tonight?
We're gonna watch Ryan.
Hmm.
Well, I guess I'll just have
the house to myself... Again.
No, I'm not fishing
for an invitation.
I'll just sit at
home and do my nails
like some old retired lady
whose friends have all died.
You're not retired. You
work at the Patty Palace.
You're a little jerk.
[Chuckles]
So, I'll leave some tickets
for you at will call...
And then just text me when you're there,
and I'll bring you back to meet everyone.
- Hey, are you married?
- No, but, uh, we're together.
It's Alvey's.
[Chuckles] Any other
questions for me?
Look, I'm gonna be
straight up with you.
I really like you, and I
think this could be great.
I just...Wonder what's gonna
happen when the baby's born.
What do you mean?
When you're busy
being mom, I mean,
who's gonna be making
phone calls for me?
Me.
Nothing's going to change.
All I need is a phone.
Oh, shit, you parked in the red.
[Scoffs]
There's nowhere to park.
Thanks for lunch.
[Car door opens, closes]
[Engine turns over]
[Music playing]
[Inhaling deeply]
[Screaming]
[Screaming continues]
Alvey: There he is.
Do you got everything?
[Engine turns over]
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
All right, come on. Let's go.
Eddie: This is the
way he put it...
He says, like, a shark bit
off half his asshole.
- Lisa: Eddie.
- Hey!
- Where's Garo?
- Lisa. Hey, you look good.
Uh, Garo had a bit of a health scare.
You got me tonight.
- I'm running things. Hey.
- What happened?
He has what's called
an anal fistula.
How did he des... Kind of like a...
like a...
- It's okay.
- ...Like an abscess...
- No, no, no, you don't have to...
- ...In the asshole... Region?
- Honestly, please, please, please.
- I'm so sorry.
That's disgusting. What are
we gonna do about Jay?
Ohh, I am so sorry about Jay.
Mm-hmm.
What are you gonna do?
It happens.
No, it doesn't happen.
- You guys got to lock down these fighters.
- Locked.
- It's getting ridiculous.
- I hear you.
- And also, just a little FYI...
- What's that?
- Jay's on the rampage.
- Whoa.
Why are you pointing at me?
Hassan fucked him over.
It's not us, all right?
- We're hurting, too.
- Fix it.
Alvey: Whoa, whoa,
whoa, what's going on?
Hey! There he is!
What are you doing here?
Where's Garo?
Uh, his fistula went
ape-shit this morning.
- [Imitates explosion]
- Stop, stop, stop.
Stopping.
Where are these Brazilians
I'm supposed to see?
Follow me, my friend. Follow me.
Garo thinks you're
gonna love this guy.
23 years old. Tough,
mean son of a bitch.
Raised like a dog straight
out of the favelas, right?
And get this... this guy,
he can't even fucking read.
I don't care if he can read.
I just want to see him.
- Ah! Fabricio!
- [Speaks Spanish]
[Chuckles] [Imitates punching]
Ah, just kidding, man.
Just kidding, right?
Hey, how you doing? Alvey Kulina.
Nice to see you.
- Right?
- How are you?
This guy's a fucking beast, huh?
Beast.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- [Speaks Spanish]
- Guy speak English?
- What? No, man. No, not a word.
- You sure?
- Yeah, I'm positive.
- I'm positive.
- I know this guy, man.
He's been knocking around
for a couple years.
No, no, no. You're
thinking of somebody else.
- No.
- Somebody else. He's new.
- [Speaks Spanish]
- Yeah.
Look at him. He's like
a piece of jerky.
He's 23 like I'm 23.
He's too old. I got no
time to train him, okay?
Maybe he's 25, 26.
Tell Garo not to waste
my fucking time.
And, idiot, he speaks
Portuguese, not Spanish, okay?
Okay, first of all, same thing.
Second of all, Garo
specifically inst... Al...
All right. Fuck!
[Speaking Spanish]
Next time.
Tiempo. Next fucking time.
Fuck me.
Woman: Looks like I
got that new job.
Man: We're slashing
prices on all...
[TV shuts off]
[Siren wailing in distance]
It's a nice house, yeah.
No, it's cool.
What's that? How's the fistula?
[Chuckles] What's that?
No, it's good. It's good.
Yeah, it's a good house.
It's full.
I mean...
What's that? No. I
talked to Lisa.
Yeah.
Hey. Hey, pal.
- Hold on a second.
- Hey, okay.
- What?
- Do you know where Garo is, by any chance?
- Yeah, I'm on the phone right now.
- Oh.
- Yeah, he's helping.
- Hey, Garo, it's Jay.
- Yeah, let me call you back.
- How you doing?
Garo, let me call you back.
- I feel like this is his fight promotion.
- How's it going, Jay?
- Yeah, it is.
- No, I'm doing all right.
- He's home sick.
- He had a bit of a...
- Oh, shit.
- ...Fistula thing.
It doesn't matter.
Good to see you.
Hey, sorry about the fight, all right?
I talked to Lisa.
- We're gonna take care of you, okay?
- Great, yeah.
How do... how do... how do you
figure you're gonna do that?
I don't know. We're gonna get
you on a big card, all right?
- Big card.
- Big card. Big card.
But maybe... maybe I don't
want to be on your big card.
Maybe a fighter such as
myself deserves better
- than your ghetto-ass fucking promotion.
- Step back a little bit, Jay.
These are the thoughts that
start going through my mind
- when you deny me my fucking right to work.
- You know what? Fuck you, Jay.
- Oh, "fuck you"?
- You just crossed the line, all right?
- I will take a little shit from you.
- I will fucking...
I will eat a little bit of shit...
a bite...
- But that's it, all right?
- Okay, we're good.
- Back the fuck up right now.
- Jay, we're good. Jay, we're good.
- I got to go. Good luck.
- We're good.
I need you to control your boy.
What the fuck you just say?
Oh, okay. All right. [Chuckles]
Those guys, huh? Hey, Mac
Sullivan, heavyweight.
How you doing, Mac?
All right, I think eyou run
a top-notch promotion.
- Appreciate that, thank you.
- I'd love to be a part of it, okay?
- Okay.
- Mac Sullivan, all right?
- I'll keep that in mind.
- S-U-L-L-I-V-A-N.
- S-U-L-L-I-V-A-N.
- I know how to spell Sullivan.
- Hey, you know?
- Okay. All right.
[Grunts]
Pull it. Pull it. Nice!
Come on. Come on. Come on.
Wake up.
Go.
Hey. Champ is here.
Yes, sir!
Yo, Morant is not
ready for you, son.
You better handle that business.
You know what I'm saying?
[Laughs]
All right, good. Come on.
- Whoa. Hey.
- Come on. We're working. We're working.
Who is this? Quién
es esta, señora?
Uh, Jay, this is Alicia Mendez.
- Yes, ma'am!
- Alicia, this is Jay Kulina.
She's gonna be training with us.
You are a very beautiful
young woman, Ms. Mendez.
She is.
I don't mean that to be
sexually disrespectful.
Okay.
It's just that's the only thing
that I know about you right now.
Gotcha.
Thank you. I like your suit.
Thank you very much. You
have tremendous taste.
Tonight!
What a fucking night, y'all?!
[Laughs]
Come on, shoot that.
Just like that.
You got it, Ryan. Ha-do-ken!
- Yes, sir!
- Come on. Get a drink or something.
I don't need a drink. I'm good.
I'm gonna be there to
walk you out, Ryan.
- Yes, you are.
- Gonna be laying petals.
- Mac.
- Come on. Let's go, Mac.
Ryan, I'm gonna be there
for your walkout.
Ms. Mendez, you look fine.
Yes, ma'am, you do.
Give me time.
All right, come on.
[Music playing]
I don't buy condoms. I
don't use condoms, Mac.
Just not my thing.
I think that's a
terrible decision.
[Chuckles] Look at that, huh?
Hassan's boys have arrived.
- Boy, the balls on these...
- Come on.
We welcome them to our home.
It's the only right thing to do.
Am I wrong? Boys, how you doing?
How's everything
going over here?
How is Hassan's knee?
That's really the topic
of conversation.
Godspeed to his recovery.
Godspeed to all.
We've been very sanguine
about the entire affair.
You know, that poor knee.
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm.
Mac, let these gentlemen know
the cocktails are on me for
the rest of the evening
in honor of Hassan's weak knees
and our big fucking hearts.
[Inhales sharply]
[Grunts]
Right here.
[Soft piano plays]
No, I am out there, and I am killing it
because I am the only guy in my region
who even understands the
product that we're selling.
- My head would explode.
- Yeah, right? I...
[Sighs]
But these... These underwriters, these
nutless worms, they live to kill a deal.
Mm.
I mean, I-I'm out there hunting,
and they're cutting
me off at the knees
because, of course, they
are incentivized to do so.
I mean, I'm really...
I'm just...
[Sighs] I'm frustrated. Man.
But still, you must
do pretty well.
This is a nice place.
Yeah.
So, how do we do this? I mean,
I've got about 700 bucks.
- I could...
- Shh.
Don't. Not here.
I'm... I'm sorry. I-I-I
don't do this, so I...
It's okay.
- Do you have a room?
- Uh, yeah.
Give me the key, you settle up
here, and meet me upstairs.
It's, uh, 713.
- Dave.
- Yeah?
I'm really, really wet right
now, so don't keep me waiting.
Could I get my check, please?
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen,
fighting out of Navy St.
mixed martial arts,
Venice, California,
here he is...
The one and only Ryan Wheeler!
[Cheers and applause]
♪ You can run on
for a long time ♪
♪ run on for a long time
♪ run on for a long time
♪ sooner or later,
God'll cut you down ♪
♪ sooner or later,
God'll cut you down ♪
♪ go and tell that
long-tongue liar ♪
♪ go and tell that
midnight rider ♪
♪ tell the rambler, the
gambler, the back biter ♪
♪ tell 'em that God's
gonna cut 'em down ♪
♪ tell 'em that God's
gonna cut 'em down ♪
Protect yourself at all times.
Keep it clean.
Be professional, all right?
All right.
♪ Go and tell that
long-tongue liar ♪
- Who's the champ?
- I'm the fucking champ.
♪ Go and tell that
midnight rider ♪
- Whose fucking house is this?
- It's my house.
Go bust his face.
♪ Tell the rambler, the
gambler, the back biter ♪
♪ tell 'em that God's
gonna cut 'em down ♪
[Cheers and applause]
[Indistinct shouting]
Damn it. Fuck!
Ryan, you suck!
[Indistinct shouting]
Come on!
Lisa: Let's go, Ryan! Let's go!
Cross firm... Circle! Circle!
Oh, come on.
Throw your hands!
[Bell clangs]
[Crowd boos]
Sit down. Breathe. Breathe.
Deep breaths. Come on.
Breathe.
Cut. Cut.
Small sips. Small sips. Breathe.
Hey, you're doing fucking great.
Relax. Listen to me.
I need you to engage.
Take him down.
Take him down. Take him down.
Take him down.
I need points. I
need you to engage.
- I need you to get aggressive.
- I'm slow.
- You're not slow.
- I'm too fucking slow.
You're doing fine, but I need you
to throw your fucking hands,
and I need you to take him down.
Do your thing. He can't
fucking roll with you.
You hear me? Say it.
- We're gonna win this fucking fight.
- I'm gonna win this fucking fight.
Good. Let's finish
this, all right?
Man: [Shouting indistinctly]
Referee: Fifth and final round.
Are you ready to fight?
Are you ready to fight?
- Go! Let's go!
- Set the pace, Ryan. You set the pace.
Change levels. Shoot! Shoot!
That's it, Ryan! Come on!
Let's go!
Let's go, guys, improve your
position, guys. Let's go.
Work the finish, guys.
I'm gonna stand you up.
Work the finish, guys.
Control. Control.
Stop. Let's go. Stand up.
Let's go.
Ready? Let's go. Fight.
Let's go.
[Cheers and applause]
Come on, let's go! Go!
Let's go, guys. Improve
your position, guys!
Come on, move, move, move!
Stop. Stand up. Let's go.
[Crowd booing]
Ryan, you suck!
Ready? Fight! Let's go!
Let your hands go. Let
your hands go, Ryan.
Come on, showtime, Ryan. Let's go.
Showtime, Ryan. Let's go.
10 seconds. Come on.
Finish!
[Bell clangs]
[Crowd booing]
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen,
this bout goes all five
championship rounds,
so we go to the
judges' scorecards.
Judge number one scores the
bout 48-47 for Wheeler.
[Crowd booing and cheering]
And your second judge scores
the bout 48-47 for Morant.
[Crowd cheering]
And your third and deciding
judge scores the bout 48-47
for your winner by
split decision...
- And still lightweight champion...
- Yeah!
Ryan Wheeler!
[Crowd booing and cheering]
Whoo!
Ryan: All right.
I know. I fucking
suck, thank you.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hey, guys, listen.
I just... listen, please. Okay.
Please, let me just... I just
want to apologize, okay?
Uh, it... Uh, it
wasn't my best fight.
Man: Oh, really?
Uh, you guys don't know this.
Coming into this, I had
a 102-degree fever,
and that's not a fucking excuse.
It's not an excuse, okay?
It's just... it wasn't
up to my standard, okay?
Uh, but next time, I promise
I'll fucking be here.
Sorry. I'll be healthy.
I'll put on a show for you
guys, all right? Thanks.
Hey, Ryan, you're a pussy!
Hey, fuck you, man.
You suck.
Jay!
Take him out! Take him out!
There he is.
What happened?
Jay's a fucking idiot.
That's what happened.
Let me see.
Oh. It's nothing.
You're still pretty.
Thanks.
Garo's gonna be fucking pissed.
About what?
I put on a shitty fight.
Fuck Garo. He's home
with a torn asshole.
You fought sick.
He's lucky you didn't pull
out and kill his whole card.
He should be down here
sucking your dick.
And fuck those savages
that want to see blood.
That is not your job, all right?
There were sponsors
here tonight, though.
Yeah, and they raised your hand.
You take the win.
- Mm-hmm.
- Look at me.
Take the win.
- Yeah.
- Okay.
- Good job.
- Thanks, coach.
Okay. I'll see you tomorrow.
Okay.
[Scoffs]
What happened to your faces?
Yeah, Jay. Good question.
What happened to our faces?
I was provoked.
Nate, can you make daddy
a cocktail, please?
Please, please.
Well, I guess you
got your fight.
[Inhales sharply] Yeah.
[Grunts]
How was your night?
It was nice. I meditated.
I'll make you a drink.
You would do that for me?
What do you want?
I would like some rum... Please.
Coming right up.
Ahh.
You're a wonderful mother.
- I love you.
- I love you, too.
[Sighs]
[Cellphone vibrating]
Alvey: Fuck.
I keep getting this unknown caller.
They won't leave a message.
- Answer it.
- No.
I don't fucking
talk to strangers.
- Come here.
- Alvey, no.
Come here.
Come here.
Come to daddy. Come here.
- I can't. I can't.
- What?
It's the scotch. You
smell like scotch.
[Scoffs]
Don't be sensitive.
It's not you.
It's... Everything
makes me sick.
Yeah. Oh, thanks.
Makes me feel better.
I'm not gonna take
it personally.
You can take it a
little personally.
Oh.
[Chuckles]
I want you to take a look
at this girl Alicia.
I think she's special.
Okay, after Nate's fight.
No, I know. I just... I want
you to take her seriously.
I will. I'll give
her a look-see.
Thank you.
Come over here.
Come here.
Hmm?
- Oh, my God, no.
- Ohh.
- What?
- I'm sorry.
- It's that bad?
- Mm-hmm.
I'm going to bed.
Good night.
- Congrats on the win.
- Yay.
[Groans]
[Music playing]
[Door closes]
- Alvey in his office?
- Yes.
Fantastic. Thank you.
Don't change anything.
You're perfect.
Hey. How's the asshole?
Fucking miserable. The
worst pain of my life.
Take care of your ass while
you still can, my friend.
[Both chuckle]
[Grunts]
Oh, boy.
[Sighs]
What's that in your hand?
[Sighs]
I got the pre-fight
test back this morning.
Ryan popped.
- For what?
- Cocaine.
Okay. I can't get a break.
[Sighs] Who else knows?
Just me for now.
Fuck you, "for now."
What are you gonna do?
Are you gonna leverage me?
I'm gonna help you. Forget his career.
This could put him back in prison.
[Sighs]
Son of a bitch.
What do you want?
I want Ryan to sign with King Beast
Promotions for the next six fights.
- Six fights?
- Six fights.
- How much?
- The same as he made for his last fight.
- Get out of here.
- Come on. Best I can do.
I can't lock this kid
up for no money.
It's the best I can do, Alvey.
- Three fights.
- Three fights?
Three fights. Do three fights.
- Alvey.
- Do three fights.
I have to bury that test.
Cocaine.
I have to hide it from the
commission and possibly the police.
How long we known each other?
How much business
we do together?
You're gonna leak this?
You're gonna fuck me?
- Alvey. Alvey.
- All these years, you're gonna fuck me?
I'm not gonna fuck you.
I'm gonna help you.
I have to bury this test, okay?
And I can't do that alone, which
means I can't do it for free.
It has to be six fights.
There's nothing I can do.
My hands are tied.
Listen, Alvey, sometimes you
have to be on the receiving end.
All in all, it's not a bad deal.
For you, it's a good deal.
For me and for him so he doesn't
have to go back to prison
and for you because you hold on to your
golden boy and you get to work with me.
[Scoffs]
Alvey, I'm not the bad guy.
I'm not your problem. Ryan
is your problem, right?
Okay.
[Straining] I have to go...
Back to the doctor's.
Nobody sees this.
Trust me. I'm gonna
make it go away.
Six fights.
You're with me now.
[Door closes]
[Music plays]
Fuck!
---
But we are family.
Nobody can change that.
You're my boys.
I love you.
Now go fucking cave his face in.
_
I own a gym, MMA.
I train professionals, like Ryan.
Wasn't he in a gym when he
bruttaly assaulted his father?
There's a condition
of your parole.
You will be completing an
inpatient drug and alcohol
rehabilitation program.
You and Alvin,
how long is it going on?
Two years.
Are you kidding me showing up here.
Ryan Wheeler wants
to fight again.
I'm putting together a big show.
You got a main card?
He's your fighter.
I've got my own fighter.
- What does that mean?
- I'm getting Jay a fight.
I do whatever I want
whenever I want...
Why do you want to fight?
Because I have the heart of a lion.
He's your own son and you can't
even fucking talk to him.
Wanna be tough guy?
You have no idea what a tough guy is.
What do I got to do to
fix things with Nate?
He won't talk to me.
He's all...
Closed off inside.
I didn't think I'd ever see you again.
How are you?
You don't need to live in chaos.
I don't ever want to see
you fight for your life.
- I need some help.
- I'm not giving you any HGH, Nate.
If I don't get it from you,
I'm gonna get it from somebody else.
Dad, you remember Mom, right?
Hi, Alvey.
I don't care what you've done.
I'm your son,
and I love you.
I don't know what you're trying to do here,
son, but you're doing the wrong way.
This is our family.
Come on!
Hands up!
Good!
My boy's ready.
There you go!
I've gotta thank my coach...
Alvey Kulina.
He gave me everything.
[Crowd cheering]
Jay: Fuck him up! Fuck
this motherfucker up!
He's a bitch! Come on! Let's go!
Come on! Tastes great!
Less filling!
Come on! Let's go! Come on!
Murder this pudgy motherfucker!
Come on, Mac!
Come on! Let's go! Come on!
Keep those hands up.
Keep those hands up.
- There you go.
- This is it! Fuck him up, Mac!
Fuck him up Mac!
[Crowd booing]
You suck!
[Spits]
[Indistinct shouting]
Hey, yo. Come on.
Deep breaths, baby.
Deep breaths.
Jay: Come with that
overhand right, Mac.
Beat this motherfucker
down, Mac!
This fat motherfucker!
[Horn blares]
All right, hey!
Nice first round!
Looking good... Light and fresh.
- How you feeling?
- Terrible. Fucking terrible.
Well, I'll tell you this much...
You look great.
Water him down, Nate.
Hey, you got to
listen to something.
I need you to hear me now.
I need you to look at me.
I need you to
understand one thing.
Look at me, Mac, right in
the fucking eyes right now.
- Pussy hates a loser.
- What?
- Pussy hates a loser.
- Pussy hates a loser.
- Okay.
- What does pussy hate?
- Pussy hates a loser.
- Okay.
We're fighting in the junkyard for a
reason, 'cause you a junkyard dog!
Come on, Mac!
You're a bull master
motherfucker!
Fuck this boy!
- [Growls]
- _
- [Horn blares]
- Come on.
He don't like it! He loves it!
Mac, come on! Come on, Mac!
- Oh, shit!
- Nate: Oh-ho-ho!
Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!
[Cheering]
Yeah!
Whoo!
- Get off me!
- That's my boy!
That's my boy!
Nate: I'm sorry you
had to see this.
Whoo! Ahh!
Mac, you motherfucker!
Jay, stop fucking him.
Jay, get the fuck off me!
Why are you doing this?
[Gunshots]
[Indistinct public address]
Blue, red, blue,
triangle, orange.
[Gunshots]
All right, bud.
Anything you want.
Yeah? Anything I want?
Yeah.
[Machine gun firing]
Aah!
- Ohh!
- Yeah!
That's what I'm talking about.
Nice!
Is it wrong that I
want to fuck this gun?
It would be wrong if you didn't.
Short barrel, primary weapon
system rifle with trigger work.
Modified stock, triad
flash suppressor,
eotech sights, and
a viking sling.
I don't know what the fuck you
said, but I will take it.
- It looks good on you, bud.
- Yeah, man.
- I want the sig.
- All right.
And, uh...
[Gun clicks]
Give me this gen 3.
- 17-round mags, yeah?
- Yeah, goddamn right.
- Fuck you, California.
- My man.
Do all three for $5,500.
- $5,200. I like that.
- $5,500, buddy.
- You're all about the money.
- Big fight tonight, huh?
Ryan's first title defense.
Yeah. Big for Jay, too.
- How they looking?
- Ryan looks great.
Jay's got a stupid fucking
haircut, but he looks good.
It'll be a good matchup,
so we'll see how it goes.
Yeah.
- Want a ticket?
- Yeah, man.
- Any way I can bring my wife?
- Yeah.
- I'll leave a couple tickets at will call.
- Cool. Thanks.
- Good to go.
- $5,500!
- You should be taking that to my truck.
- [Laughs]
[Vomiting]
[Toilet flushes]
[Ringtone playing]
Hello?
I'm lovely, Garo. Why are
you calling me so early?
What? No.
I'm not listening to this.
No, 'cause you know
it's bullshit.
You know what? Fuck you.
I'll see you tonight.
[Music playing]
[Horn blaring]
[Knocking on door]
[Door opens]
Jay: Yo!
What the fuck?!
I got to come collect
you at the door?!
[Door closes]
You dirty little debutante, you.
Hmm?
You make a puppy work?
What the hell happened here?
The chicken after
the weigh-in, bro.
Huh?
The chicken after the weigh-in.
- I heard you.
- I puked, man.
I puked, and I stopped that,
but I can't stop shitting now.
I got no sleep. I don't
think I can go tonight.
Are you fucking kidding me?
The champ does not pull out of a
fight over a few juicy poops.
Dude, I'm dead, Jay.
Come on, dude. You're
not fucking dead.
You're alive. You've got vitals.
I'm getting you to the gym.
Mac's gonna nurse you
back to health, boy.
How did Mac's fight go?
Beautiful, dude. He won.
I mean, it was a walrus
fight, but it was primo.
I was legitimately fucking aroused.
Hard as a fucking ox.
Come on.
Up, up, up, up, boom!
- Let's cruise.
- Yeah.
Oh, I got to tell you something, man.
I hate this fucking house.
Free is free, dude.
Where did it happen?
- Keith's mom?
- Yeah.
Back bedroom.
With a fucking hammer.
With a fucking hammer
while she was sleeping.
- Have you ever been back there?
- No. Hell, no.
Come on, let's go before
I have to shit again.
[Music playing]
[Engine shuts off]
[Indistinct conversations]
Ah!
Where's Ryan?
- Huh?
- Ryan, Ryan, Ryan.
Uh, Jay's picking him up.
All right, Joe, I want you to clear this
place out when they get here, okay?
Fight night, guys. Big night.
Big night.
Hi, Casey.
[Scoffs] Joe, one more?
Wait, and you said
you were done.
Hey, it's... it's three minutes.
One more.
Hey, you.
- Good morning.
- Hi, Shelby.
- What's going on?
- Mm, not much.
You got a bunch of messages and
some ticket requests for tonight.
- Who called?
- A bunch of people.
I wrote it down.
[Chuckles]You know,
writing a message down
is different than
delivering the message.
It doesn't do me any good simply
knowing it exists... Shelby.
I think Confucius said that.
[Both laugh]
Um, the hot water's out again,
too, and the alarm's being weird.
Right, isn't that
Lisa's department?
Right, I just thought
because of the baby...
Hmm.
Man: About 15 pounds overweight.
Well, she's... She's pregnant, Shelby.
She's not paralyzed.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, guys!
What's going on?
He ate a filthy bird.
Lisa needs to talk
to you right away.
- About what?
- She's in her office.
- Go see her.
- I got to take a piss.
Okay.
Are you sick?
Yeah, if food poisoning is sick.
Coming from both ends.
- What time did this start?
- About 1:30 last night.
- Did you get any sleep?
- No, not a wink.
Keep anything down?
I don't know, I haven't puked in
a couple hours. I don't know.
Mac! Mac!
Mac: Hey, what's up, coach?
- I.V. in the lounge right now.
- Oh!
- He needs it, all right?
- Not looking good. Yes.
Get some rest. I'll be right in.
I'll be right in.
[Sighs]
Good morning, Mrs. Prince.
- [Knocks]
- Hi.
How are you two feeling?
I hate everything. Can
you shut the door?
Sure, no problem. Look,
I don't want to...
I don't want to overstep
my bounds here, but...
If you need somebody to...
Massage your perineum...
- You're the guy?
- I'm that guy. Dr. Jay.
Oh, my God, Jay. You are so sweet.
Thank you so much for stepping up.
You're welcome. So, what's up?
Hassan pulled out of the fight.
He says he strained his MCL.
Doing what? I mean, getting
out of fucking bed?
- I know.
- It's the day of the fight, Lisa!
His manager called
Garo this morning.
I-I'm sorry.
I know that you're disappointed.
- [Slams phone]
- Fuck disappointment!
Are you kidding me? This is the
second time in four months, Lisa!
What the fuck?!
This is a business
decision for these guys.
You're a great fighter
with an average record.
There's no upside
to fighting you.
What do you want me to do
with this information?!
I fuck up, I don't get a fight.
I do great, I still
don't get a fight.
I'm a little confused.
I know. Jay, it sucks.
- It sucks?
- Yeah.
Hmm. What the fuck are
you doing about it?
- I'm working on it.
- How?
I don't know. I... But
I'll figure it out, okay?
You'll figure it fucking out?
You want to manage me?
- You want to be my manager?
- Yes.
Then manage to get
me a fucking fight.
Jesus fuck! Fuck!
- Mac: Hit him right in the throat.
- [Chuckles]
He dropped like somebody unplugged him.
It was awesome.
And then, uh... And
then Jay humped me.
I got video on my phone
if you want to see it.
- Oh, man.
- Check this out.
Alvey: How's my guy?
Uh, good. I just, uh...
He just started the
second bag of fluids.
You're good to go
tonight, right?
Yeah, I think so.
You think so, or you know so?
'Cause Morant's a tough
son of a bitch, man.
He could hurt you.
No, there's sponsors coming tonight.
I'm not gonna pull out of the fight.
- You sure?
- I'm good.
- I'm just gonna sleep.
- You need some food, too.
A little solid food,
try to keep it down.
- Mac.
- Mac: Yeah?
Alvey.
Did you know about my
fight falling apart?
I just found out. I just
found out, and I'm sorry.
What happened to Hassan?
Hassan... fucking Hassan, all
of a sudden, has an MLC.
Ah, ah, easy.
What, they can't...
There's nobody else?
Nobody. I take all.
Nobody takes me.
All right, Lisa's gonna
handle the situation, okay?
- [Spits]
- Just relax.
Don't get yourself crazy.
- It's sucks.
- [Humming]
I'm not even fucking
worried about it
'cause tonight is about you.
Yes, sir. Yes, champ.
Tonight is about you.
I'm gonna go home. Mackles,
you're coming with me.
I'm gonna have a burrito. I'm
gonna have a few Martinis.
I'm gonna put on my finery.
And I am going to cheer for you
like a Peruvian girl at a Michael Jackson
concert, 'cause you know I love you.
I'll see you tonight... Champ.
All right.
I might even love you.
- Oh, shit.
- Yes, sir.
Mac, when you've concluded
your nursing services,
I expect to see you
back at the chalet.
- Kick some ass tonight, bro.
- Sorry, bud.
[Grunting]
- Fuck!
- I fucked up the toast.
Oh, yeah.
I need you to work a
double next week.
No. What? No.
I don't want to work a double.
I worked two last week.
Tim's got mono.
- What about Chauncey?
- He's out of town.
- Well, what about Madison?
- She ain't gonna do it.
She never has to do anything.
Seriously, has she ever
cleaned the grill? No.
Has she ever emptied
the grease trap? No.
She's in school. She
works 15 hours a week.
But I'm trying to help you out.
Oh, lucky me. A double.
Thank you.
You always give me
the worst schedule.
Why you always got a problem?
You keep saying you want hours.
I'm giving you more hours.
What the hell you want?
[Sighs]
Nothing.
I'll do it.
[Gun clicking]
How badass is that thing?
Nate: Yeah, this
is very practical.
You definitely
needed to buy this.
[Chuckles]
When the shit goes
down, Sonny boy,
you're gonna be running
to big Papa's house.
Big Papa's house.
[Chuckles] Here. Help me out.
I'm trying to get
more tape on Barnes.
I've seen enough.
- Well, it can't hurt to see more.
- You're right.
Lisa's gonna set up some press for
you the week before the fight.
I know you hate it, but
first fight back...
No, I'll do it. It's fine.
Yeah?
Yeah.
What?
You're very relaxed.
It's disturbing.
I'm not taking this guy
lightly or anything.
I'm just fucking ready to fight.
I know you are. You
busted your ass.
I'm proud as hell of you.
Thank you.
You're not in your head.
I like that.
You're off that
shit, too, right?
The HGH that you think
I didn't know about?
I know you had an injury
and it was necessary,
but you get popped, and that
follows you your whole career.
So we are done with that, yeah?
We're done. I'm off it.
I'm clean. I swear.
Handsome kid.
Go see if, uh, Ryan
needs anything, okay?
Yeah.
- You good?
- Yeah.
All right.
Nothing's loaded.
Don't forget we're going to see
Garo to look at that Brazilian.
- Where are you going?
- To go and see another fighter.
- Anyone I know?
- Alicia Mendez?
She's young.
Mm, young's good.
You gonna bring those home?
I'm not gonna leave them
in a gym full of maniacs.
See you there.
Okay. Bye.
[Ringtone playing]
Ah, fuck.
[Ringtone stops]
[Music playing]
- Motherfucker!
- [Horn honks]
Fuck!
So, where are you training now?
At Team Elite in
North Hollywood.
Just trying to get out of there.
It's a good gym.
You're not happy?
[Sighs] It's all right.
You know, it's just...
It's not the right fit.
Why, did Marco try to fuck you?
[Chuckles]
He kept asking me out to dinner.
And then you keep saying no and
then he'll cancel your privates
and no one wants
to roll with you
and then you're the lonely girl
in the corner hitting a bag.
That's pretty much
exactly how it happened.
Or it could be that
he's lost interest
'cause you've lost your
last three fights in a row.
- Yeah, maybe.
- It's not.
It's the not fucking him, but
your record isn't helping.
I'm sorry. Why did you
even call me here?
I want to sign you.
I think you're a really talented fighter
who's gotten some really bad advice,
or maybe none at all, and I
want to change all that.
What do you mean? I mean,
what can you get me?
Right now? Probably nothing.
Look. You're 1-3, and you're
not getting any better.
You're taking bad fights with girls
with way too much experience.
Well, Marco says I need
to take what I can get.
Yeah, no, and if you
keep doing that,
uh, you'll end up
fighting in Palm Springs
until you're mercy-killed
by the commissioner.
Well, how else am I supposed to get
experience if I don't take a fight?
My job is to build your career.
I'm gonna find you the right
fights at the right time.
The sponsors and all that
shit will come later.
You're a beautiful girl, but that's
not gonna happen without a plan.
If I go with you, will I be
able to train with Alvey?
I can't promise that,
but he'll evaluate you.
I told him about you, and, uh, he's
hoping you'll come by the gym.
[Snorts]
Mac: Ohh!
Yeah, I miss your
old house, man.
Fuck my old house, dude.
I like this place.
I get my own space here, Mac.
Ohh! [Inhales sharply]
Ohh!
I got... I got my own theories
about this whole fucking thing.
- [Snorts]
- What thing?
You know, about the whole business
industrial complex of the sport.
Sport, you know? See?
It's fucking... It's like
I'm a fighter, dude.
I'm a fucking fighter.
[British accent] I'm
not a sportsman, sir.
[Normal voice] Jesus.
- Have you ever read Sigmund Freud?
- I know who he is.
He's fucking amazing, man.
For instance, do you
ever get depressed?
Huh? [Sniffs]
When I think about my
grandpa, all right?
Like, uh, he was
more like a father.
No, Mac, I'm saying, like,
for no fucking reason,
like you're sitting in your house and you
can't manage to do another fucking thing.
You can't motivate.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
I know what that is.
That's fucking Freud, dude.
That is anxiety, and you're having it
because you are suppressing your impulses.
- [Snorts]
- All the shit that is built into you...
Fucking, fighting, surviving...
All the animal shit.
Um, but, however, the...
We have to have that,
otherwise, you cannot have
a functioning society
'cause you're gonna get
motherfuckers like me
who go around stealing everyone's
fucking property and women.
You have to suppress. Yeah.
[Snorts]
Uh, uh, it just makes...
Makes me really sad.
You know, fuck, man.
- No, no, no, no, no, no.
- That's what I'm saying.
Hey, hey, hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey.
Hey, no. No, no, no.
What are we talking about, Jay?
Wh...
What?
What... what... what...
What I'm talking...
What we're talking
about, Mac, is that...
- What?
- Look, I'm...
I'm... I'm...
Everybody's too fucking careful.
F-Fighters fight, dude.
Fuck! That's all they do.
Huh?
True statement?
Hmm? "T" or "F," fucking Mac?
Yeah, I get... I agree.
Ga-Ga-Ga, you sound,
um, uh, dubious.
It's... it's an
oversimplification.
See? That's the infection
right there, dude.
Hassan is... Fucking Hassan's trying
to curate his record, and, yeah.
No, that's bullshit, dude.
Hassan's fucking stealing from
me, Mac, by bitching out.
And that...
[Sighs]
It gives me anxiety, man.
It gives me fucking anxiety.
[Sniffs]
Should we clean this all up
before your Mom comes home?
Go... hey, hey...
Dude, my Mom's working
a fucking doble today.
Line it up, Mac, with your
fucking forearms, dude.
I want to march to fucking
Bolivia and back, motherfucker.
Get that shit going.
We have a really
long night, Jay.
All right, dude. We
got to set a pace.
We got to make it all
the way to the end.
This is my fucking pace, Mac.
You will not fucking
suppress me.
I'm Martin Luther King, dude.
Watch out, bro.
That... You cannot say that.
[Moaning]
[Siren wailing]
Christina: I get the worst
hours of anybody there.
"If nobody wants to work that
shift, give it to Christina."
In the meantime, this Madison
girl, who has gigantic boobs,
has Jamal wrapped
around her finger.
I wouldn't be surprised if
she'making the schedule.
Why don't you just tell this guy
what hours you want to work?
It doesn't work that way, honey.
Haven't you ever had a job?
That's actually not good.
I get paid to fight.
Yeah, but you need to know what
it feels like to have a boss.
Why do I need to know that?
Well, pardon me, Your Highness.
You're getting a little cocky.
It's actually very attractive, Nate.
Women like it.
That's good to know, Mom.
Thank you.
- How's Casey?
- She's good.
Hmm? You two doing okay?
All good.
She's not going crazy
with you training?
No drinking, no
good food, no sex?
- Are you almost done with that?
- Almost.
Is your brother ready
for his fight tonight?
The guy pulled out.
- Oh. That's too bad.
- Yeah, it sucks.
So... so, is he gonna
be home tonight?
We're gonna watch Ryan.
Hmm.
Well, I guess I'll just have
the house to myself... Again.
No, I'm not fishing
for an invitation.
I'll just sit at
home and do my nails
like some old retired lady
whose friends have all died.
You're not retired. You
work at the Patty Palace.
You're a little jerk.
[Chuckles]
So, I'll leave some tickets
for you at will call...
And then just text me when you're there,
and I'll bring you back to meet everyone.
- Hey, are you married?
- No, but, uh, we're together.
It's Alvey's.
[Chuckles] Any other
questions for me?
Look, I'm gonna be
straight up with you.
I really like you, and I
think this could be great.
I just...Wonder what's gonna
happen when the baby's born.
What do you mean?
When you're busy
being mom, I mean,
who's gonna be making
phone calls for me?
Me.
Nothing's going to change.
All I need is a phone.
Oh, shit, you parked in the red.
[Scoffs]
There's nowhere to park.
Thanks for lunch.
[Car door opens, closes]
[Engine turns over]
[Music playing]
[Inhaling deeply]
[Screaming]
[Screaming continues]
Alvey: There he is.
Do you got everything?
[Engine turns over]
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
All right, come on. Let's go.
Eddie: This is the
way he put it...
He says, like, a shark bit
off half his asshole.
- Lisa: Eddie.
- Hey!
- Where's Garo?
- Lisa. Hey, you look good.
Uh, Garo had a bit of a health scare.
You got me tonight.
- I'm running things. Hey.
- What happened?
He has what's called
an anal fistula.
How did he des... Kind of like a...
like a...
- It's okay.
- ...Like an abscess...
- No, no, no, you don't have to...
- ...In the asshole... Region?
- Honestly, please, please, please.
- I'm so sorry.
That's disgusting. What are
we gonna do about Jay?
Ohh, I am so sorry about Jay.
Mm-hmm.
What are you gonna do?
It happens.
No, it doesn't happen.
- You guys got to lock down these fighters.
- Locked.
- It's getting ridiculous.
- I hear you.
- And also, just a little FYI...
- What's that?
- Jay's on the rampage.
- Whoa.
Why are you pointing at me?
Hassan fucked him over.
It's not us, all right?
- We're hurting, too.
- Fix it.
Alvey: Whoa, whoa,
whoa, what's going on?
Hey! There he is!
What are you doing here?
Where's Garo?
Uh, his fistula went
ape-shit this morning.
- [Imitates explosion]
- Stop, stop, stop.
Stopping.
Where are these Brazilians
I'm supposed to see?
Follow me, my friend. Follow me.
Garo thinks you're
gonna love this guy.
23 years old. Tough,
mean son of a bitch.
Raised like a dog straight
out of the favelas, right?
And get this... this guy,
he can't even fucking read.
I don't care if he can read.
I just want to see him.
- Ah! Fabricio!
- [Speaks Spanish]
[Chuckles] [Imitates punching]
Ah, just kidding, man.
Just kidding, right?
Hey, how you doing? Alvey Kulina.
Nice to see you.
- Right?
- How are you?
This guy's a fucking beast, huh?
Beast.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- [Speaks Spanish]
- Guy speak English?
- What? No, man. No, not a word.
- You sure?
- Yeah, I'm positive.
- I'm positive.
- I know this guy, man.
He's been knocking around
for a couple years.
No, no, no. You're
thinking of somebody else.
- No.
- Somebody else. He's new.
- [Speaks Spanish]
- Yeah.
Look at him. He's like
a piece of jerky.
He's 23 like I'm 23.
He's too old. I got no
time to train him, okay?
Maybe he's 25, 26.
Tell Garo not to waste
my fucking time.
And, idiot, he speaks
Portuguese, not Spanish, okay?
Okay, first of all, same thing.
Second of all, Garo
specifically inst... Al...
All right. Fuck!
[Speaking Spanish]
Next time.
Tiempo. Next fucking time.
Fuck me.
Woman: Looks like I
got that new job.
Man: We're slashing
prices on all...
[TV shuts off]
[Siren wailing in distance]
It's a nice house, yeah.
No, it's cool.
What's that? How's the fistula?
[Chuckles] What's that?
No, it's good. It's good.
Yeah, it's a good house.
It's full.
I mean...
What's that? No. I
talked to Lisa.
Yeah.
Hey. Hey, pal.
- Hold on a second.
- Hey, okay.
- What?
- Do you know where Garo is, by any chance?
- Yeah, I'm on the phone right now.
- Oh.
- Yeah, he's helping.
- Hey, Garo, it's Jay.
- Yeah, let me call you back.
- How you doing?
Garo, let me call you back.
- I feel like this is his fight promotion.
- How's it going, Jay?
- Yeah, it is.
- No, I'm doing all right.
- He's home sick.
- He had a bit of a...
- Oh, shit.
- ...Fistula thing.
It doesn't matter.
Good to see you.
Hey, sorry about the fight, all right?
I talked to Lisa.
- We're gonna take care of you, okay?
- Great, yeah.
How do... how do... how do you
figure you're gonna do that?
I don't know. We're gonna get
you on a big card, all right?
- Big card.
- Big card. Big card.
But maybe... maybe I don't
want to be on your big card.
Maybe a fighter such as
myself deserves better
- than your ghetto-ass fucking promotion.
- Step back a little bit, Jay.
These are the thoughts that
start going through my mind
- when you deny me my fucking right to work.
- You know what? Fuck you, Jay.
- Oh, "fuck you"?
- You just crossed the line, all right?
- I will take a little shit from you.
- I will fucking...
I will eat a little bit of shit...
a bite...
- But that's it, all right?
- Okay, we're good.
- Back the fuck up right now.
- Jay, we're good. Jay, we're good.
- I got to go. Good luck.
- We're good.
I need you to control your boy.
What the fuck you just say?
Oh, okay. All right. [Chuckles]
Those guys, huh? Hey, Mac
Sullivan, heavyweight.
How you doing, Mac?
All right, I think eyou run
a top-notch promotion.
- Appreciate that, thank you.
- I'd love to be a part of it, okay?
- Okay.
- Mac Sullivan, all right?
- I'll keep that in mind.
- S-U-L-L-I-V-A-N.
- S-U-L-L-I-V-A-N.
- I know how to spell Sullivan.
- Hey, you know?
- Okay. All right.
[Grunts]
Pull it. Pull it. Nice!
Come on. Come on. Come on.
Wake up.
Go.
Hey. Champ is here.
Yes, sir!
Yo, Morant is not
ready for you, son.
You better handle that business.
You know what I'm saying?
[Laughs]
All right, good. Come on.
- Whoa. Hey.
- Come on. We're working. We're working.
Who is this? Quién
es esta, señora?
Uh, Jay, this is Alicia Mendez.
- Yes, ma'am!
- Alicia, this is Jay Kulina.
She's gonna be training with us.
You are a very beautiful
young woman, Ms. Mendez.
She is.
I don't mean that to be
sexually disrespectful.
Okay.
It's just that's the only thing
that I know about you right now.
Gotcha.
Thank you. I like your suit.
Thank you very much. You
have tremendous taste.
Tonight!
What a fucking night, y'all?!
[Laughs]
Come on, shoot that.
Just like that.
You got it, Ryan. Ha-do-ken!
- Yes, sir!
- Come on. Get a drink or something.
I don't need a drink. I'm good.
I'm gonna be there to
walk you out, Ryan.
- Yes, you are.
- Gonna be laying petals.
- Mac.
- Come on. Let's go, Mac.
Ryan, I'm gonna be there
for your walkout.
Ms. Mendez, you look fine.
Yes, ma'am, you do.
Give me time.
All right, come on.
[Music playing]
I don't buy condoms. I
don't use condoms, Mac.
Just not my thing.
I think that's a
terrible decision.
[Chuckles] Look at that, huh?
Hassan's boys have arrived.
- Boy, the balls on these...
- Come on.
We welcome them to our home.
It's the only right thing to do.
Am I wrong? Boys, how you doing?
How's everything
going over here?
How is Hassan's knee?
That's really the topic
of conversation.
Godspeed to his recovery.
Godspeed to all.
We've been very sanguine
about the entire affair.
You know, that poor knee.
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm.
Mac, let these gentlemen know
the cocktails are on me for
the rest of the evening
in honor of Hassan's weak knees
and our big fucking hearts.
[Inhales sharply]
[Grunts]
Right here.
[Soft piano plays]
No, I am out there, and I am killing it
because I am the only guy in my region
who even understands the
product that we're selling.
- My head would explode.
- Yeah, right? I...
[Sighs]
But these... These underwriters, these
nutless worms, they live to kill a deal.
Mm.
I mean, I-I'm out there hunting,
and they're cutting
me off at the knees
because, of course, they
are incentivized to do so.
I mean, I'm really...
I'm just...
[Sighs] I'm frustrated. Man.
But still, you must
do pretty well.
This is a nice place.
Yeah.
So, how do we do this? I mean,
I've got about 700 bucks.
- I could...
- Shh.
Don't. Not here.
I'm... I'm sorry. I-I-I
don't do this, so I...
It's okay.
- Do you have a room?
- Uh, yeah.
Give me the key, you settle up
here, and meet me upstairs.
It's, uh, 713.
- Dave.
- Yeah?
I'm really, really wet right
now, so don't keep me waiting.
Could I get my check, please?
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen,
fighting out of Navy St.
mixed martial arts,
Venice, California,
here he is...
The one and only Ryan Wheeler!
[Cheers and applause]
♪ You can run on
for a long time ♪
♪ run on for a long time
♪ run on for a long time
♪ sooner or later,
God'll cut you down ♪
♪ sooner or later,
God'll cut you down ♪
♪ go and tell that
long-tongue liar ♪
♪ go and tell that
midnight rider ♪
♪ tell the rambler, the
gambler, the back biter ♪
♪ tell 'em that God's
gonna cut 'em down ♪
♪ tell 'em that God's
gonna cut 'em down ♪
Protect yourself at all times.
Keep it clean.
Be professional, all right?
All right.
♪ Go and tell that
long-tongue liar ♪
- Who's the champ?
- I'm the fucking champ.
♪ Go and tell that
midnight rider ♪
- Whose fucking house is this?
- It's my house.
Go bust his face.
♪ Tell the rambler, the
gambler, the back biter ♪
♪ tell 'em that God's
gonna cut 'em down ♪
[Cheers and applause]
[Indistinct shouting]
Damn it. Fuck!
Ryan, you suck!
[Indistinct shouting]
Come on!
Lisa: Let's go, Ryan! Let's go!
Cross firm... Circle! Circle!
Oh, come on.
Throw your hands!
[Bell clangs]
[Crowd boos]
Sit down. Breathe. Breathe.
Deep breaths. Come on.
Breathe.
Cut. Cut.
Small sips. Small sips. Breathe.
Hey, you're doing fucking great.
Relax. Listen to me.
I need you to engage.
Take him down.
Take him down. Take him down.
Take him down.
I need points. I
need you to engage.
- I need you to get aggressive.
- I'm slow.
- You're not slow.
- I'm too fucking slow.
You're doing fine, but I need you
to throw your fucking hands,
and I need you to take him down.
Do your thing. He can't
fucking roll with you.
You hear me? Say it.
- We're gonna win this fucking fight.
- I'm gonna win this fucking fight.
Good. Let's finish
this, all right?
Man: [Shouting indistinctly]
Referee: Fifth and final round.
Are you ready to fight?
Are you ready to fight?
- Go! Let's go!
- Set the pace, Ryan. You set the pace.
Change levels. Shoot! Shoot!
That's it, Ryan! Come on!
Let's go!
Let's go, guys, improve your
position, guys. Let's go.
Work the finish, guys.
I'm gonna stand you up.
Work the finish, guys.
Control. Control.
Stop. Let's go. Stand up.
Let's go.
Ready? Let's go. Fight.
Let's go.
[Cheers and applause]
Come on, let's go! Go!
Let's go, guys. Improve
your position, guys!
Come on, move, move, move!
Stop. Stand up. Let's go.
[Crowd booing]
Ryan, you suck!
Ready? Fight! Let's go!
Let your hands go. Let
your hands go, Ryan.
Come on, showtime, Ryan. Let's go.
Showtime, Ryan. Let's go.
10 seconds. Come on.
Finish!
[Bell clangs]
[Crowd booing]
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen,
this bout goes all five
championship rounds,
so we go to the
judges' scorecards.
Judge number one scores the
bout 48-47 for Wheeler.
[Crowd booing and cheering]
And your second judge scores
the bout 48-47 for Morant.
[Crowd cheering]
And your third and deciding
judge scores the bout 48-47
for your winner by
split decision...
- And still lightweight champion...
- Yeah!
Ryan Wheeler!
[Crowd booing and cheering]
Whoo!
Ryan: All right.
I know. I fucking
suck, thank you.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hey, guys, listen.
I just... listen, please. Okay.
Please, let me just... I just
want to apologize, okay?
Uh, it... Uh, it
wasn't my best fight.
Man: Oh, really?
Uh, you guys don't know this.
Coming into this, I had
a 102-degree fever,
and that's not a fucking excuse.
It's not an excuse, okay?
It's just... it wasn't
up to my standard, okay?
Uh, but next time, I promise
I'll fucking be here.
Sorry. I'll be healthy.
I'll put on a show for you
guys, all right? Thanks.
Hey, Ryan, you're a pussy!
Hey, fuck you, man.
You suck.
Jay!
Take him out! Take him out!
There he is.
What happened?
Jay's a fucking idiot.
That's what happened.
Let me see.
Oh. It's nothing.
You're still pretty.
Thanks.
Garo's gonna be fucking pissed.
About what?
I put on a shitty fight.
Fuck Garo. He's home
with a torn asshole.
You fought sick.
He's lucky you didn't pull
out and kill his whole card.
He should be down here
sucking your dick.
And fuck those savages
that want to see blood.
That is not your job, all right?
There were sponsors
here tonight, though.
Yeah, and they raised your hand.
You take the win.
- Mm-hmm.
- Look at me.
Take the win.
- Yeah.
- Okay.
- Good job.
- Thanks, coach.
Okay. I'll see you tomorrow.
Okay.
[Scoffs]
What happened to your faces?
Yeah, Jay. Good question.
What happened to our faces?
I was provoked.
Nate, can you make daddy
a cocktail, please?
Please, please.
Well, I guess you
got your fight.
[Inhales sharply] Yeah.
[Grunts]
How was your night?
It was nice. I meditated.
I'll make you a drink.
You would do that for me?
What do you want?
I would like some rum... Please.
Coming right up.
Ahh.
You're a wonderful mother.
- I love you.
- I love you, too.
[Sighs]
[Cellphone vibrating]
Alvey: Fuck.
I keep getting this unknown caller.
They won't leave a message.
- Answer it.
- No.
I don't fucking
talk to strangers.
- Come here.
- Alvey, no.
Come here.
Come here.
Come to daddy. Come here.
- I can't. I can't.
- What?
It's the scotch. You
smell like scotch.
[Scoffs]
Don't be sensitive.
It's not you.
It's... Everything
makes me sick.
Yeah. Oh, thanks.
Makes me feel better.
I'm not gonna take
it personally.
You can take it a
little personally.
Oh.
[Chuckles]
I want you to take a look
at this girl Alicia.
I think she's special.
Okay, after Nate's fight.
No, I know. I just... I want
you to take her seriously.
I will. I'll give
her a look-see.
Thank you.
Come over here.
Come here.
Hmm?
- Oh, my God, no.
- Ohh.
- What?
- I'm sorry.
- It's that bad?
- Mm-hmm.
I'm going to bed.
Good night.
- Congrats on the win.
- Yay.
[Groans]
[Music playing]
[Door closes]
- Alvey in his office?
- Yes.
Fantastic. Thank you.
Don't change anything.
You're perfect.
Hey. How's the asshole?
Fucking miserable. The
worst pain of my life.
Take care of your ass while
you still can, my friend.
[Both chuckle]
[Grunts]
Oh, boy.
[Sighs]
What's that in your hand?
[Sighs]
I got the pre-fight
test back this morning.
Ryan popped.
- For what?
- Cocaine.
Okay. I can't get a break.
[Sighs] Who else knows?
Just me for now.
Fuck you, "for now."
What are you gonna do?
Are you gonna leverage me?
I'm gonna help you. Forget his career.
This could put him back in prison.
[Sighs]
Son of a bitch.
What do you want?
I want Ryan to sign with King Beast
Promotions for the next six fights.
- Six fights?
- Six fights.
- How much?
- The same as he made for his last fight.
- Get out of here.
- Come on. Best I can do.
I can't lock this kid
up for no money.
It's the best I can do, Alvey.
- Three fights.
- Three fights?
Three fights. Do three fights.
- Alvey.
- Do three fights.
I have to bury that test.
Cocaine.
I have to hide it from the
commission and possibly the police.
How long we known each other?
How much business
we do together?
You're gonna leak this?
You're gonna fuck me?
- Alvey. Alvey.
- All these years, you're gonna fuck me?
I'm not gonna fuck you.
I'm gonna help you.
I have to bury this test, okay?
And I can't do that alone, which
means I can't do it for free.
It has to be six fights.
There's nothing I can do.
My hands are tied.
Listen, Alvey, sometimes you
have to be on the receiving end.
All in all, it's not a bad deal.
For you, it's a good deal.
For me and for him so he doesn't
have to go back to prison
and for you because you hold on to your
golden boy and you get to work with me.
[Scoffs]
Alvey, I'm not the bad guy.
I'm not your problem. Ryan
is your problem, right?
Okay.
[Straining] I have to go...
Back to the doctor's.
Nobody sees this.
Trust me. I'm gonna
make it go away.
Six fights.
You're with me now.
[Door closes]
[Music plays]
Fuck!