Kingdom (2014–…): Season 2, Episode 2 - Simulations - full transcript

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Hassan pulled out of the fight.

Are you kidding? This is the
second time in four months, Lisa!

You wanna be my manager?
Then manage to get me a fucking fight!

I got no sleep. I don't
think I can go tonight.

The champ does not
pull out of a fight.

You're alive. You've got vitals.
I'm getting you to the gym.

I think you're a really talented fighter
who's gotten some really bad advice,

I want to sign you.

If I go with you, will I
be able to train with Alvey?

I want you to take a look at this girl,
Alicia. I think she's special.



I'll give her a look-see.

Thank you.

Lightweight champion
Ryan Wheeler!

Got the test back this morning.

Ryan popped.

- For what?
- Cocaine.

Forget his career.
This could put him back in prison.

Fuck!

You're probably
wondering who I am...

Why I'm here.

What the hell does this guy
know about selling time-shares?

Truth is, I don't know
much about you people.

I see you lurking in hotel lobbies

trying to pick off fat people who
don't understand their money.



I don't even know if selling
time-shares is legal.

Is it legal?

Anybody comes to me and tells
me they bought a time-share,

I'm thinking, "you're a moron, and
the state should take your kids."

A lot of people feel this way.

Well, those are the odds you're up against
when you're trying to make a sale.

Harsh? Yeah. Bet your ass, it's harsh.

Life's harsh. Life in
sales are a fight.

Well, I know how to win a fight.

Ma'am?

Hello?

I think I lost one.

Hard truths, people, hard truths.

It's not until you face these realities
that your preparation can begin.

Now, today I'm here show you
how a fighter prepares.

I'm also gonna show you how to
recognize your opponent's weaknesses.

Yes?

When you say opponents,
do you mean customers?

Bam!

Yes, I do. We have to
eliminate obstacles.

We have to probe defenses,
find the breaking point.

We have to be able to recognize, when
we smell blood, to go in for the kill.

How do we do that, you say?

Well, it begins with sparring.
Everybody know what sparring is?

We're gonna spar a little bit.

So, I want to everybody to grab some
pads and some gloves and pair up.

We're gonna have some fun. Come on.

Anybody comes to me and tells me

Huh. They bought a time-share,

I'm thinking, "you're a moron and
the state should take your kids."

That's not bad. A lot of people...

That part's totally off the cuff.

Yeah. No, and it's very inspiring.

I just think that maybe the
putting them down part

you could tighten up a little bit.

Who gives a shit?

I could read a cereal
box to these people.

You're the one who wanted other
forms of income, and this is it.

Don't turn your nose up at this.
This is serious money.

Look around.

I'm talking to 25 deadbeats in tustin.

Actually, 24. One walked out.

Hmm.

This is very low rent.

You got to start somewhere.

I think we could do better.

- Really?
- Mm.

Like what?

Nicer hotels, more people.

I just think there's
more out there for us.

Oh, who are you? Tony fucking Robbins?

- This is your first time doing this.
- Yeah.

You just made $1,500 in an hour.

Oh, boy. $1,500.

You're such a snob.

I'm never fucking answering the phone.
Leave a message.

You didn't eat anything. You want
me to order you something else?

No, I got to get back to the gym.
Nate's got press coming.

- What card is that?
- Business. Why?

Just want to make sure we
write all this shit off.

I'm all over it.

Hey.

Hey!

Oh. I didn't mean to scare you.

I'm not crazy.

My name is Jay.

- Laura.
- Hi, Laura. What is your last name?

Laura Melvin.

Miss Melvin, that's a very
expensive camera you have.

Are you a professional photographer

and will any of those photos
appear in a publication?

I am, and these are
just for inspiration.

Oh. For inspiration.

- I guess I'm your muse.
- Maybe.

But I also shot a homeless man
peeing on another guy's sleeping bag

and some wet garbage
I got on the beach.

I guess the muse takes many forms.

Indeed.

So, what's your story?

Oh, I don't know. What's my story?

I think I'd start when I was born.

You know, I came shooting
out like a fucking missile.

And at first I was
interested in soft food,

but then I grew teeth, and I...
I fell in love with red meat.

It's all I wanted. I
couldn't get enough of it.

And I think that... that
started something in my brain,

a sort of circulation that
made me want to walk and talk

and kind of grow up into the beautiful
young man that you see before you.

Okay, I get it. It was
a stupid question.

No, no, no, no, no, it
wasn't a stupid question.

Miss Melvin. I'm just trying to give
you an honest, full-fledged reply.

What do you do for a living?

I'm a fighter.

- Oh, yeah? What kind of fighter?
- You know.

The kind that gets into cages.

What's that like?

Ah. Hurts like hell, but
the pay is terrible.

Can I take a picture of your black eye?

Yes, you can.

Hey, Ryan.

How are you doing, man?

I'm great. How are you doing?

Same shit,
different shovel, brother.

Thanks for coming in, man.

Are you good? You comfortable?
You got a drink? Great.

Ah, the reason I asked you down here

is because there's a couple
things in Keith's file

that aren't quite lining up, and I
was hoping you could help us out.

So, walk me through that morning
again, as you can remember.

I know. It's a pain in the ass.
But it's a murder investigation.

It's important to get this right.

No, of course. Yeah. Okay.

Just, uh, due respect, I've
told you a million times.

This... I mean, it's...
I signed a statement.

It is what it is.

- Just want to make sure you...
- I know.

Just tell me again.

We woke up.

- What time?
- Around 6:30.

- We were making breakfast.
- Was Keith... how was he?

- Was he agitated or...?
- No, he was normal.

But Michael had been
giving him shit, right?

Every day.

- Well, was Keith getting fed up or...?
- No, not as much as I would've been.

So, okay.

You're making breakfast,
Michael comes downstairs,

yada, yada, yada.

He's being a dick. You
tell him to put on gloves.

- No. Mnh-mnh.
- Then he says...

What?

Keith wanted to put on gloves,
and it's right there in my...

- Oh, shit. Yeah, you're right.
- It's right there.

You're right, yeah. You said that.
My bad, man.

- Okay, so, then what happened?
- Well...

- I was cutting onions.
- Mm-hmm.

And Keith said something to Michael.
I couldn't hear what.

And then I turn around, and Michael's
going after him with a cleaver, and...

Keith got him first... Self-defense.

Okay.

All right.

Here's my problem, man. Keith's
story keeps on changing.

I got six different versions
from him, including yours,

but the one that he keeps going
back to is that he stabbed Michael

because Michael was
verbally harassing you.

Michael didn't come after
him with no cleaver.

Mm. Well, you know,
Keith also has a, uh...

An emotional relationship
with a stuffed teddy bear,

and a sexual relationship with fruit.

So, I mean, it's possible
that Keith doesn't know

what the fuck he's talking about.

I'm telling you what happened,
detective, and I was the only witness.

Now, personally, I think it's bullshit that
he was ever charged in the first place.

I think it's bullshit that you're
still actually fucking holding him.

- He got bail.
- Yeah, but you know he can't pay.

Listen, detective, uh...
You have my statement.

Not gonna change it.

There is weights and cardio,
grappling mats, bags,

and the women's locker
room is back there.

Is there a sauna?

Yeah, but it's in the men's room,
so you just have to knock.

- What if I'm in there first?
- Uh, let someone know.

Most of these guys are gentlemen.

- Hey.
- Speaking of gentlemen, hey.

Uh, you remember Alicia?
She was at your fight.

Yes.

Of course. Yeah.

- How are ya?
- Good.

Good. Hey, congrats on your win.

Thanks.

This is for you.

Let me know if you
want to talk about it.

So, are you... Are you around now?

- What's up?
- That's the plan.

- I mean, we'll see how it goes.
- All right.

Well, it's a good group, you know.

Everybody's pretty laid-back,
no assholes, you know.

- Alvey with Nate?
- Yeah.

Uh, they're about to go
through their simulations

- for Nate's embed.
- Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Got it.

Well...

Work time.

Alicia, nice to see you again.

So, anyway, today you're gonna
be working mostly with Joe.

Uh, just get comfortable, get
to know people, have fun.

Am I gonna get any time with Alvey?

Uh, probably not until after Nate's
fight, but he knows you're here.

There's no pressure or anything.
Just be aware.

You're gonna do great.

- I'll check in on you later.
- Okay, thanks.

Motherfucker.

- Hey.
- Yo.

- I've been trying you all day.
- Sorry, man.

I was on my way here. What's going on?

I got to do this thing with Nate.

- Don't go anywhere until we talk.
- No problem.

Good.

Laura, Laura, Laura,

I know it's disappointing, but I'm just...
I'm not interested, you know.

I don't model.

Believe it or not, I don't
even really like cameras.

- I prefer my life undocumented.
- Liar.

I'm a very rare species. I
am difficult to capture.

You're running around here half naked.
Just be what you are.

Hmm?

You're an exhibitionist.
You like to be looked at.

- Oh.
- You do.

Okay.

It's not a bad thing. It's
bad if you're boring.

But you are definitely not that.

If I was interested, what would
this photo shoot entail?

It would entail me taking pictures
of you and you getting paid.

- Would I have any creative control?
- No.

So I just got to do whatever you say?

Yeah.

Yeah? Suppose I don't
like the concept. Huh?

Suppose you want to dress
me up in some sort of,

you know, like a fucking baby diaper,

shaking a rattle or
some ridiculous outfit.

Okay, that's a fetish, and
this is professional.

Hmm. Well, to tell you the truth, I have
very strong opinions on fashion, Laura.

Yeah, I can tell.

I'll tell you what.

Why don't you come to my studio tomorrow
night, and I'll tell you more about it.

- Oh, I got you.
- What?

I got you, girl. You...
You are a control freak.

- How's that?
- 'Cause you're making me wait.

That is a form of control.

- You're paranoid.
- Fuck, yes, I am.

I live under a constant
threat of assault.

Pow, pow, pow, pow.

- I got to go.
- Got to keep your hands up.

Where do you got to go? We're
getting settled in here.

I have a dinner downtown,

and you have this desperate
need to be begged and adored,

and I'm not the girl for that.

I'll tell you something.

We've had a wonderful time having
cocktails here this evening.

And I've obviously shown

that I'm much more
than that Greek statue

that you've seen outside
there on the beach.

I'm more than just muscle
and glistening skin.

And now you want me to say
yes, but I'm not gonna do it.

I got to hold my ground.

My line in the sand.

I'll see you tomorrow night.

Boom! Shakalaka.

He's on fire! Bam!

Yeah, yeah.

Sure, this feels like a
new beginning for me.

Going through what I did, um, injuries,

um, not being able to fight
or train, that was hard.

You know, not being around
the guys or in the gym.

Uh, this is my family.

You know, there were definitely
days you feel sorry for yourself.

Move! Move! Move!

Come on! Come on! Move!

Good, good.

Move and dump him!

It was never really a question
of if I would continue fighting.

Just more, you know, why do I fight?

Speed! Speed! Speed! Speed, son!

Why do I do this?

Power! Switch!

You know, as you mature as a
fighter and just as a person,

those are the kind of
questions you have to answer.

Speed! Speed! Speed!

Come on now! Speed! Speed! Power! Move!

Without a doubt I'm in the
best shape of my career.

I'm carrying way less weight.

I'm more explosive than I've been.

My knee structurally is way stronger
than even before the injury.

I feel good. I feel ready.

I'm just anxious.

I've got one job.

That's to get in the cage and
take the guy out in front of me.

Oh. All right, Hollywood.

Come on, come on, come on.

Get out of that monkey suit.

Let's get to work. You get
the hell out of my cage.

Again!

Again!

Oh! Yes!

Way to work. Nice!

Beautiful. You're my favorite son.

- Did you see my boy?
- Yeah.

And he gave a great interview.

Ryan paid us.

Kind of. It's barely 6%.

- Are you kidding me?
- You want me to handle it?

- Fuck.
- No. I got to talk to him.

What is going on?

Garo came by a couple days ago.

Ryan popped.

- For what?
- Cocaine.

- Oh! Nice.
- Yeah.

I was gonna tell you, but I
wanted to sit on it for a second.

And, of course, Garo's
putting the screws to me.

Right. What's he want?

Ryan's next six fights. No money.

- But he'll bury it.
- Yeah, but...

Fuck.

I think you should take it.

- Six fucking percent.
- Six fucking percent.

Okay.

I heard Alvey
can be an asshole.

Who said that?

Some of the guys at my old gym.

Yeah, probably guys that
he ran out of here.

Have any advice how I can avoid that?

Yeah. Work hard, have talent.

He sees that, and he won't
fucking leave you alone.

That's good to know.

So, what's up with you? You
have anything coming up?

I wish.

Lisa says that we should wait and
make sure it's the right fight.

Smart. Listen to her. She
knows what she's doing.

You've known her awhile, right?

A long time, since before Alvey.

What is up with that?

What?

I mean, they're running
the place together.

- They're having...
- Ryan.

My office.

Ooh.

Yeah?

What the fuck's that?

I knew we usually do 10%.

No, we always do 10%.
Every fighter pays 10%.

This way I don't have to have these
stupid fucking conversations.

You know, I'm still getting
back on my feet, Coach.

I mean, I got lawyer bills, I got rent.

Well, I... I thought
your place was free.

Yeah, but I still got
power, I got cable.

I'm not trying to dick you over.

- This is real.
- Do me a favor and shut the fuck up.

You got popped for cocaine.

What the fuck are you thinking?

Hey, I...

I was nervous about the fight.

I just fucking spun out, Coach.

You are walking a very fucking
fine line, my friend.

I'm not even talking about your career.

I'm talking about prison,
your fucking life, Ryan.

Do we have to get you into some
kind of treatment facility?

No. No.

- We could probably do it quietly.
- No, I'm not doing that.

This is not happening. This is one time.
It's never gonna happen again.

Neither is this.

That never happens again.

Fucking done.

So...

What do we do?

Well, because we're all crooked as fuck in
this business, Garo's willing to bury it.

He wants your next six fights.

- How much?
- Not what you're worth.

Plus I don't even know if
you have six fights left.

You're this close to
fucking it all up again.

Amazing.

Um, I thought we were
gonna get Mexican.

We are.

But you're about to eat.

So?

So why would we get Mexican?

Well, we could still go.

I'll sit with you.

Oh. That's fun.

Casey, I got to eat after I train.

So, it doesn't mean you
can't still go get Mexican.

And so I'm supposed to just eat a bunch
of fucking tacos in front of you, Nate?

No, we're supposed to go together.

You're right.

That was the plan.

We'll go. We'll go get Mexican.

- That's fine.
- You don't want to. It's...

I do. I do.

All right?

I'll find something there.
It's not a big deal.

- All right?
- Okay.

- Okay?
- Okay.

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Dick.

Hey, man.

Hey, bud.

Hey. D-did you win your fight?

Uh...

Yeah, I did. I did.
Thanks for asking, Keith.

- Was it crowded?
- Uh, yeah.

Ryan, it must've been electric.
Was Lisa there?

She was.

- And did you let her have sex with you?
- Uh, no.

- That's not happening, man.
- W-why not?

Well, uh...

Her and Alvey are
having a kid together,

- and we're just...
- What the fuck?!

What the fuck, Ryan?!

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.
- Ryan!

- Hey.
- He took...

He... why?

I don't know, man. They're
together now. It's...

Relax.

How long have you known about...

We're not talking about this, Keith.

Honestly, I'm good. It's fine.
Just calm down. Got it?

Oh.

- Well, she fucked up.
- Okay.

Thank you.

Hey.

Hey, Geoffrey.

I...I don't like when you
b-bring him in here, Ryan.

I have told you that because if
you accidentally drop him...

I'm not gonna drop him, Keith.

He's gone forever if you drop him
because they're not gonna help you

look for personal items here, Ryan.

- It's too dangerous.
- Yeah.

I'll keep him safe.

I just don't... Just put
him in your pocket.

He's all the way in my pocket, Keith.

- Is he deeper?
- Yeah.

Keith, he's all in the way
in my pocket, okay, bud?

So, tell me about your fight.

I won. That's...

- That's it.
- Good.

- And was it a knockout, like...?
- No.

- Well, did you strangle him?
- No. Listen. Um...

And you said it was a nice crowd.

Yeah, yeah, it was crowded.

But listen, Keith. I, uh...

So how was it?

Well, I talked to the, uh...

Talked to the detective
yesterday about your case.

Yeah. Here's the deal, man.

They don't have shit, okay? But you
got to stop changing your story.

Literally all you have to do is shut the
fuck up and they will drop the charges.

- Um, I'll shut the fuck...
- Great.

Uh...

How are you doing anyway? I
mean, you hanging in there?

I'm trying.

Just really having a hard time
connecting with some of the guys here.

Um, it's like they've all
been friends forever.

And not to mention the pillows
are like an inch thin.

It's like you may as well not
even have a pillow to sleep with.

Um...

I'm trying to help you.

I'm gonna get you out
of here, okay, Keith?

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

- Can we talk about something else now?
- Of course, man.

How's... how's my house?

It's nice.

- Yeah, it's nice, man.
- I know.

- It's our house.
- Yeah, bud.

There's two bathrooms. I
don't know if you saw.

Yeah. Luxurious.

I only use one. I mean...

Well, that's 'cause you're humble.

Hell yeah, dude.

- Thanks.
- I don't know if I can touch you.

Yeah, yeah.

Still waiting on
that cock shot, Kulina.

Sean Chapas, you cunt.

You crazy fuck.

I almost sent one. I swear
to god, I was half hard.

- I'm a good-looking man.
- Yeah, you are, man.

Jesus, how long's it been?

- Seven years.
- Yeah?

Yeah. At Misha's thing.

- Yeah, I guess you're right.
- Yeah.

God damn it. You look good.
You look great.

Yeah, you know, staying fit.
I'm out hunting.

Women and money, they run fast.

Fucking guy.

Was that you calling me
with the unknown number?

Yes. Answer your fucking phone.

Motherfucker, leave a message.

- Would you call me back?
- No, but leave a fucking message.

- You're a deceptively stupid man.
- Okay.

At first blush, you
seem like a smart man.

But at second blush,
you're a fucking moron.

You know they're gonna test you.

Why don't you wait one more night?

You could do all the blow in fucking Baja.
I would've done it with you.

What do you want me to say? I already
feel like shit about it, okay?

It's... it's...

It'll blow over. Alvey's
taking care of it.

- Oh, he is?
- Yeah.

Of course he is. Why wouldn't he?

Fuck off, man. I got...

I got six fights for dog-shit money.

Yeah, am I supposed to
be offended right now?

About what?

The fact that you're
treating my old man

like a little fucking bitch.

You could kill a little
baby while it's sleeping

and Alvey would help you dig the grave.

Well, he ain't doing
it for me, pumpkin.

Ahh!

Ahh. You like this couch?

I don't know. I'm just not
sure about the leather.

I might... I might want that cloth.

Nah, man. You don't want it cloth.

Ghetto rich don't like cloth.

Ghetto rich... You're all
about the leather, son.

But, you know, you gots
to buy the whole set.

- No, I'll only get the couch.
- Yes, sir.

The whole damn set.

Mmm! See how it feels
against your skin?

- This is nice.
- It's so soft, man.

Yeah. Furniture d'elegance.

Hey, uh...

You check out Lisa's new chick?

- The one from the fight?
- Alicia.

- She was in today.
- Yeah, yeah.

- Yeah. Yeah.
- Oh, yeah, yeah?

Oh, yeah.

You just can't keep
that hog in its pen.

Oh, I did.

Ahh...

- Hey, excuse me, sir?
- Yes?

How much, um...

How much for the, uh, the couch?

- The whole set.
- No, just for the couch, just the couch.

- Okay.
- I got cash.

- Cheap fucking bastard.
- Be right back.

Hey, smile, handsome.

So, you living
down in San Diego?

No, my office.

Yeah. I got a house in Del
Mar, right by the beach.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, man.

- Nice?
- You got to come down.

Got a great yard, we'll burn some meat,

hit the gaslamp, chicks.

I'm... retired from that game.

Come on, man. Are you serious?

What? Are you married still?

No, I'm with one... Lisa.

She runs this place with me.

Lisa. Do I know her?

Lisa Prince.

Used to go out with Ryan Wheeler.

Oh! Lisa Prince.

- Yeah.
- Right. Yeah.

Oh.

- We're having a kid.
- No way!

- Yeah.
- Congratulations, man.

- That's great.
- I'm very excited, yeah.

- Having a kid.
- Wow.

- Yeah.
- What about you?

- What are you doing up here?
- Oh. Business.

Yeah, my company invests
in real estate.

You know, commercial stuff,
some apartment buildings.

- It's catching fire again, man.
- That's great.

Yeah, it's been a great
second act for me.

You know, once fighting was over with,

there were some dark times.

- Yeah.
- Don't I know it, brother.

Yeah, which is why I
actually reached out.

You remember Cappy Winbush,
the ref up in Nor Cal?

- I love Cappy.
- Yeah. He's dead.

Shot himself.

- What?
- Yeah.

- Nobody told me. Yeah.
- I mean, he didn't leave a note.

He was broke, didn't have any kids.

So, a few of us got together
and we paid for his burial.

Oh, man.

That makes me sad.

Who was there?

Corey and Anton, Lucinda.

And do you remember Robbie Scarpetta,

that dirtbag promoter that did
that thing down in Mexico?

He was there.

He's got Parkinson's.

- It's karma.
- That's what I said.

We got out good compared
to the rest of those guys.

We got lucky.

And they were asking about you,

and I thought, "damn, the
next time I'm in Los Angeles,

I'm gonna stop by and say hello."

So that's why I'm here. I'm
glad you did, man. I really am.

I mean, I-i wish I would've
known about Cappy.

- You know, I'd have been there.
- Listen, man.

Life's busy. Shit's hard.

- What are you gonna do?
- Yeah.

Ah, fuck.

Anyway, I got to be heading
back tonight, so...

Any chance you... You
got time for dinner?

No. You know, I got...

I got to be in early
tomorrow, so it's...

Ah, come on, let the traffic pass.

Come on, I'll... I'll
take you to some place.

- You like calamari?
- Sure.

- Yeah?
- Come on.

- All right, fine.
- Yeah? Good.

I got to hit this thing
in Culver City first,

- but after that, I'm all yours.
- Great.

I'll text you the information
about the restaurant.

Yes, sir.

And I'm gonna send you a
nice picture of my cock.

Oh, beautiful. I would like that.

- And I'll keep sending it.
- Yes, sir.

- I'll see you later.
- All right.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- How'd it go?
- Good. Good.

I mean, Joe's awesome.

Everyone's pretty cool.

Does the laundry here take coins?

No. It's free.

I like free.

So, I, uh, saw you talking
to Ryan the other day.

- Was I not supposed to?
- No. God, no.

You can talk to whoever you want to.

You got to be fucking kidding me.

I'm sorry?

Look, I was just Nasking
him questions, all right?

- That was it. I swear.
- Okay. Calm down.

I'm having another man's baby,
so it's not about that.

Sorry. I just...

I hate drama.

I just want to train
and get the fuck home.

Okay. There's no drama.

Everything's fine.

It's just...

I don't think Ryan's the best
person to emulate around here.

That's good to know.

Thanks.

Grab your clothes. I'll show
you where the laundry is.

- Will you make me one?
- Do you want one?

No.

God, I'm so bored.

Read a book.

Why don't we do something?

What do you want to do?

I don't know. Your Mom's working.

Nobody's home.

Case, I can't fuck when I'm in camp.

- Why?
- I just can't.

- Why are you so mean to me?
- I'm not being mean to you.

I'm... I just need you to
respect what I'm doing.

I do respect what you're dong.

Then why the fuck do we keep
having this conversation?

Whatever.

Well, if we're just gonna sit
here, then I'm gonna get wasted.

We don't have to sit here.

Call somebody. You can go out.

Look, I know this sucks.

- Yeah, it sucks.
- I'm sorry.

But I'm going to drink
until it doesn't,

because I am a good girlfriend,
even when you're being a dick.

- Do you have vodka?
- Check the freezer.

The client makes made-to-measure suits.

Pshew. Perfect.

I love suits.

I wear them all the time.

Well, then, I'll make sure
they let you keep one.

That'd be great.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

- Mmm!
- Ooh.

Boom.

I'll tell you something.

I love this place.

It's not just the appointments,

but you're tasteful, obviously.

I mean, the view is phenomenal.

Thanks.

Cheers.

Wow. That...

Hey, pal, let me get a check
when you get a chance.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Oh, Alvey, I'm so sorry, man.

- You didn't eat, did you?
- I didn't eat?

I'm sitting here like
an ass for an hour.

Oh, man, I feel terrible.

I was on my way over,
and the agent calls.

The building I'm looking at...
Got a full cash offer, right?

So I have to scramble with my partners

to get an offer out the door.

Anyway, long story...

Nope, nope, nope, nope, no, no.

- Don't you have to drive back?
- No, no.

The offer's out. It's in God's hands.

Keep it open. I need a menu.

What are you drinking?

Just same thing.

- I'll have a ros?.
- You'll have a ros??

Yeah. Fuck you. A ros?. I drink ros?.

I offered to take...
We're gonna have...

All right. Drink ros?. Nice.

It doesn't even seem real.
I am having a baby.

My age, I'm having a fucking kid.

I... I barely survived the last two.

- They barely survived you.
- Exactly.

But somehow we all made
it through in one piece.

I don't know if I can
fucking do that again.

You ever think she did it on purpose?

- You mean, like, trap me?
- Yeah, man.

It happened to me,
man, I'm just saying.

No, no, no, no. Lisa's not like that.

- Truth is, man, we were splitting up.
- Fuck me, really?

Yeah. She had one foot
out the door, man.

She had enough of my shit.

- Why?
- Ah, you know.

Usual stuff... money.

Neither one of us ever back
down from a fucking argument.

She fights harder than I do.

Let me ask you a question.

- Do you love her?
- I do.

Do you trust her?

Yeah. She's a good girl. Mostly.

I mean, you know, we have
this business together.

Does she understand you?

She knows exactly who the fuck I am.

Does she understand it?
That's another story.

- And she still wants the kid.
- Mm-hmm.

I mean, she could've
got rid of it, right?

Mm-hmm.

I say you embrace it.

I mean, you're not that old,

and who knows where
your life's gonna go,

and, you know, sometimes God
just wants to get in there

and fuck things up, right?

And maybe this baby takes
you guys to another level.

Hmm.

Wow.

You in a fucking cult?

That's the second time
you've mentioned God.

I got this feeling you're gonna
ask me to join something.

No, man. Just li...

Wear a fucking band on
my wrist or something.

Nah, man.

Just... just... Just live life

and don't be so fucking
scared of everything.

Last call, guys.

Oh. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

We're not done drinking.
Are we done drinking?

- Back to your place?
- To my place?

Not like that, man.

I got a pregnant
woman trying to sleep.

Mm. You know what? Let's
go back to the gym.

- I got a couple of good bottles there.
- Fantastic.

It's already paid.

- What?
- Yep.

- Are you kidding me, you little prick?
- On me.

I just
want to take a shower.

God damn it.

Wait. I want to take a shower.

Wait, wait, wait.

Hold on.

I want to take a shower.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, well, fuck you.

Why are
you doing this to me?

- Am I snoring?
- It's time to go.

I feel like I'm fucking snoring.

Oh, why... why are you...

- Time to go.
- What?

- You cannot sleep over.
- Why?

You're giving me such a
fucking hard time right now.

- Come over.
- Mnh-mnh.

- Just come over here.
- No.

Do you have, like, a fucking
husband or something?

You just fucked me, silly,

so obviously I don't have a husband,

but a polite guest knows
when it's time to leave.

Here.

Come on.

Okay.

I'll call you about the shoot, okay?

Yes, yeah, yeah, yeah.

- You know what I want you to do?
- Hmm?

I want you to call me
about this photo shoot

'cause I'm... I'm very intrigued by it.

I'm very intrigued by it.

But also, um, I would like to
thank you for your generosity...

And also...

- Goodbye.
- Yeah.

And... Goodbye to you.

- Chapas!
- Yo!

$200 bottle of whiskey.

Half empty.

Probably my son Jay.

- No respect for the elders.
- None.

Ugh.

None. None.

Whoa.

Come on.

- To the O.G.S.
- Yes, sir.

Mmm.

Oh. Oh, that's good.

The finer things, my
friend, the finer things.

- Oh, someone's got the itch.
- I'm telling you, man.

The last time I was in the cage...

Final fight.

- Come on.
- For real.

Ooh!

Too many memories.

Hey. You got to embrace it.

Yeah.

You know...

I'm sorry I never called you when...

- Come on, man.
- After Misha died.

- Come on.
- No, no.

I was wrong, you know. I...

I didn't know what to say to you.

I let too much time go by.
It got weird.

Forget it.

I know you were thinking about me.

I swear to Christ,

I'm getting fucking goose bumps, man.

I want to hit something.

Come on, man.

Look at... hey, you want
to move around a bit?

- You and me?
- Yeah!

Come on, I'll go easy on you, sunshine.

Oh, no. You're not taking
the watch off, are you?

Don't be smiling like that in my cage.

- Whoa.
- What?

Who's that?

No. Is that Nate?

You remember Nate?

Holy shit.

Hey!

- What's up?
- Who's that?

That's my old friend Sean Chapas.

You met him when you were a kid.

It's 2:00 in the morning. What
the fuck are you doing here?

Couldn't sleep.

All right. Well, what
do you want to do?

I'm just gonna lift.

What's that mean? You got
something on your mind?

No.

I'm here. I'm here if you need me.

- You know that, right?
- Yeah.

Yeah. I'm...

- All right?
- Give me a hug.

- You sure you're okay?
- I'm good.

Why do you make me so
worried all the time?

All right.

Don't lift too much.