Kingdom (2014–…): Season 3, Episode 9 - Cactus - full transcript

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The fuck is that?

You're gonna record this?

Is that a... problem?

Yeah.

I don't like reporters, man.

Thanks, man. Why'd you call me?

I gotta protect myself,
you know, my career.

They're gonna fucking
trash me, so I just...

I want my story out there, too.

I think that's smart.



You gonna talk?

You ask me a question.

All right, uh...

When did you feel things started

to go bad for you at Navy Street?

When I got involved with Lisa.

You care to be more specific?

When I started fucking Lisa.

You know? And I don't know. That's...

It's, like, her thing, you know.

"It's her thing." What does that mean?

Alvey. Ryan.

I didn't know... I didn't
know about them, too.

I didn't know about that.



But she that type of woman.

She liked the attention.

I've known Lisa for years,

and I've never gotten that impression.

Right, but that's because you
don't see that side of her.

You know what I mean? She
loves to do appearances.

She makes you believe what she wants.

Alvey don't even know.

She making him look like a dummy.

Uh-huh.

What about Ryan Wheeler?

What about him?

He seems to be in hiding

ever since the home invasion incident.

Right.

Ryan's a broken person.

He's fuckin' loyal as hell,

but he's troubled.

I personally think he's too
fucked up in the head to...

to keep on fighting.

Fucked up how?

He hates himself.

Self-destructive.

He's expressed this to you?

Yeah. Fuck, yeah.

We were... we were close, man.

I mean, he would come
to me as a... as a coach

and... and as a fighter,
and we would talk.

And then I-I-I'd share

my feelings with him, too, you know.

That's the real reason why we...

why I got fired, because of
my relationship with Ryan.

And that...

fucking cunt turned him against me.

Why?

He's their top fighter, right?

They're afraid that I'm gonna take him,

I'm gonna poach him, you know,

and bring him to a different gym.

What kinds of things would
you talk about with Ryan?

Talk about everything.

Talk about God, and we talk
about his... his father.

Uh, him being lonely. You...

you gotta understand.

Ryan... he ain't got no family.

So when you're a fighter

and you got nothing real in your life,

it's... it's fucking hard, man.

Who's gonna give a shit about
you when you start losing?

Ryan's got good people in his life.

He's been with Lisa and Alvey for years.

Are you fucking kidding me?

I had my car for years.

When that motherfucker breaks
down, I'm getting rid of it.

Right?

Ryan understands that.

He's a commodity.

We all are.

Hardest thing every fighter learns.

Ah.

You fuckers killed me.

Well, there were two of us.

I feel like there was five of you.

How's your back feeling? And that knee?

I'll tell you when the drugs wear off.

So, uh, what is the plan
for the rest of the day?

The plan is to get something to eat

and then go to the hospital,

which you guys don't have to come to.

We can.

I don't want to embarrass her.

Uh, if there's anything that
she needs done around the house,

we can handle it.

Right. That's a good idea.

I mean just get some rest.

I wanna come back and train later.

Did you hear what I said?

Do you wanna go?

- Oh.
- I'm talking to you.

No, no! No, no, no,
I'm tired. I'm tired.

Don't! Don't! Don't!

Don't. Hey.

You know, I adopted you.

Ahh.

Ambrosia?

You have a guest.

- Ah, fuck. Who got hurt?
- Nobody.

Uh, you know what you
want for lunch yet?

Uh, I want chicken teriyaki

and then the two California rolls.

And then get me the,
uh, ice cream balls.

- Mochi.
- Mochi.

Mochi. The mochi. Mochi. Mochi.

- I got it. On it. Thank you!
- Thank you.

- She's new.
- That's Ambrosia.

Let me tell you
something about that girl.

- Hmm.
- I had a mole behind my ear.

- I don't wanna hear it.
- Okay? Listen.

I didn't even see it. She
saw it. She didn't like it.

She sent me to the dermatologist.

Turned out it was the bad
kind. She saved my life.

That woman is a rock
star and she's a notary.

- Sweet.
- Mm-hmm.

- Nice sword.
- Katana.

Cost me a fortune.

Have a seat. I hope you're
not here with bad news.

Uh, Alvey and Ryan are fine.

That's what I like to hear.

You know that guy?

Yeah.

He works for the fund
that bought you out.

Yeah. Jeremy. Jer Bear. I love that guy.

Great guy. Did you meet?

Yeah, we met. He came by my office...

- Mm.
- ... to offer me your job.

- Hmm.
- I said no.

He keeps calling.

You're being pushed out.

Shit.

Tossed in the wood chipper.

I'm sorry.

Ah, don't worry about it.

Sometimes even the horse
with the biggest cock

gets put out to pasture, you know?

You know...

if I wanted control,
I wouldn't have sold.

But I did and I'm rich.

You know what my father used
to say to me when I was a child?

No.

Nothing. I never met him.

That's the shit I come
from. And look at me now.

You should take this job.

Yeah, come on, Lisa.

I mean, that's the real
reason you came here.

- You want this job.
- I'm thinking about it.

- How much they offer you?
- A lot.

- And what are you making now?
- Shit.

Oh, my God. What a difficult decision.

You fucking white
American motherfuckers.

You know it's more
complicated than that.

Why? Why is it complicated?

Because of my fighters.

- Who, Ryan?
- Yeah.

Yeah? You don't think
he would leave you?

They'll all fucking leave you.

And I own part of the gym.

You pay your rent, that's it.

It's always be Alvey's gym, his way.

I love him, but, you know,

he needs you more than you need him.

You have my blessing.

At least have the
conversation with them.

The boss.

- No.
- Come on.

- No!
- Five minutes.

I'm doing press for the
fight. You can cover me there.

I'm writing a story.

Wanna give you a chance to comment.

No comment.

I sat down with Dominick Ramos.
He had a lot to say about you.

Like what?

Sit down with me, and I'll tell you.

You're gonna wanna get
your side out there.

Meet me in the lounge.

Jay!

- Mm?
- Open the door.

Come on, wait.

What are you doing? You
haven't showered yet?

- No.
- What are you doing?

Well...

I was, um...

... trying to commit suicide.

- Not funny yet?
- No.

My poop was taking longer than
I expected, if you must know.

I'm about to jump in right now.

Well, hurry up. And save me some water.

You know what I can do, Nate?

I could plug up the bathtub.

Then you could... you
could bathe in my runoff.

Sounds good.

Love you.

Jesus Christ.

Hey, Amy. Uh, it's Nate.

Um... listen, I-I'm sorry for calling.

I-I know it's none of my business, um...

But if you could call my
brother back, that'd be great.

Um...

Everything's fine. I just think
he needs to hear your voice.

Um, if you... if you
can. I-I understand.

Um...

Okay, well, uh, love to
Maya, and I hope you're well.

All right, bye.

It wasn't a message. I just
found these in the garage.

I wanted you to have 'em.

Alvey, I-I don't want you to feel you...

you're not here for me.

How long have you been planning this?

Not... no set day.

I just woke up that morning and I...

That was it. I had to...
I had... I had the nerve.

I found the note that you left me.

Maybe you should throw it away.

No.

I am not throwing it away.

Then frame it.

Jesus Christ, Ma. I
don't understand. I-I...

I'm happy to see you.

You look so handsome.

You're happy?

You're happy to see me,
but you won't even try.

I've been trying for 70 years.

You're depressed.

You've been depressed. It's
a treatable illness, Ma.

I know.

- You know?
- I know! Sure.

You know that I have it?

Yeah.

I struggle. I struggle.

Want to put a gun in my mouth.

- Oh!
- But I take a pill, Ma.

I take a pill. I feel okay.

I feel okay.

Why won't you try that?

Why won't you try?

Actually, I was talking to,
uh, Doctor... what's her name?

- Robinson.
- Robinson? Robinson. She said...

She said that the newer
medications are not so...

the side effects,
they're not so horrible.

No, they're not.
There's nothing, almost.

No side effects. Yeah.

But you... you gotta
stick with it, though.

It takes a little bit
of time. But that's...

That's what she said. She said
it's rocky in the beginning.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, but I could stick with it.

You can. You can do it.

Ma, you could do this. I know you can.

Come to L.A. and stay with me, okay?

You'd see the boys.
You'd be around the boys.

It'll be good. Come to
L.A. Why don't you do that?

- No.
- Yeah, come, Ma.

No, I can't. I can't leave my house.

You sure?

Yeah, I can't.

Okay. Okay.

Okay.

You know what you could do for me?

What?

Could you get me something to eat?

I can't eat in here. I can't!

Oh!

All right, what do you
want? What do you want?

- Hamburger.
- Hamburger?

Yeah.

Okay. Ma, all right.

I'm gonna get it for you. All right?

When you come back, we're
gonna talk about my grandsons?

Yeah. Yeah, we are.

All right, I'll be
right back. All right?

Yeah. Right.

No, we weren't friends,

and he sure as shit
wasn't my coach, dude.

Did he tell you he got fired?

Yeah. Yeah, he did.

- Yeah.
- Sounds really messy.

He was here, now he's gone.
Sounds pretty clean to me.

Well, he said it was personal,

that you forced him out because
he was sleeping with Lisa.

That's bullshit.

So he and Lisa weren't... involved?

Don't fucking know. Don't fucking care.

Yeah, see, I don't believe that.

I know how fighters are
with this kind of thing.

It's like he has something over you now.

Does Alvey know about it?

Ask him.

Yeah, I'd rather not.

No, he said that you guys
had... got more of a...

more of a relationship
than just a normal coach...

Look, man, I don't wanna
talk about this shit. Okay?

For the record...

he was never my coach, never my friend.

He was a journeyman
coach who couldn't cut it.

That's my statement.

He told me you were having a hard time.

I'm training for a fucking fight, man.

I mean, it's a grind,
but I'm... I'm used to it.

In your personal life.

Nearly beating that kid to death.

Leonard Schaffer.

- He was in my home.
- I know. I know,

I spoke to the police. You
were well within your rights.

But...

you know, given your history,

the injuries that your
father suffered at your hand,

I-I-I-I could imagine how
this might weigh on you.

Lisa was clear that I wasn't
gonna talk about this stuff.

I need you to respect that.

Off the record?

I just wanna know what
you're going through.

It's a very human story.

Okay, let me... You're pushing me now.

You need to stop.

Thanks, man.

Thanks.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Uh, burger.

Well done.

No tomato.

And a, uh, a chocolate shake, please.

Anything else?

No, that's it.

- Name?
- Alvey.

- What?
- Alvey.

Spell it.

Joe.

I have to fucking spell it.

Hello?

Yep, this is Alvey.

Yeah, she's my mother.

I'm... I'm... I, uh, I'm... just...

I'm on my way back to
the hospital right now.

What do you mean she
doesn't want to see me?

I just came to get her
something to eat. Ask her.

Well...

Let me just talk... Can I
just talk to her for a second?

Just put her on the phone.

Oh, come on.

Well, listen to me.
L-look, just listen to me.

Whoever does the evaluation,
you gotta know my mother

is just... she's full of
shit. Do you understand?

Soon as you let her go,
she's gonna try it again.

No, two weeks isn't
long enough. It's not.

Can you... can you... Is there any laws?

Can you keep her longer?

Oh, Christ.

No.

Well, can... can you at least...
can... can you notify me?

Please?

Yeah, this number.

Alvey.

Thank you.

Order for Joe.

Fuck it.

Hey. You're gonna burn the house down.

What's happening?

I thought we were gonna train later.

Listen, I want you to change the flights

to tomorrow morning. Okay?

What happened?

If you can't change the flights,

we're gonna drive the rental back.

Hi.

What?

Mario Goldsmith was here.

I told that little shit no interviews.

He talked to Dom.

What'd he say?

That you fucked him.

Jesus Christ.

Fuck.

- Who... who are you calling?
- Mario Goldsmith.

Mm. I'm telling him to kill the story.

Oh.

Mario, it's Lisa Prince.

I don't know what story
you think you fucking have,

but you're gonna kill
it. Okay? Call me back.

Oh! Um...

Maybe if you fuck him,
then he won't run it.

'Cause... that's what you do.

I do? Oh, do tell.

Well, see, you got it
backwards, you know?

You're supposed to fuck your
way to the top, not the bottom.

Hey, maybe if you fuck Garo,
you could be a ring girl.

How about that?

You're being such an asshole.

How you gonna walk into
a room and represent me

when every promoter in this town

knows you fucked some
second-tier dirtbag

in the parking lot of the gym?

That's my business.

No, forget... forget about me.

How could you disrespect
Alvey like that?

He gave you part of his gym.

Fuck you. I earned it.

Yeah, I guess now we know how.

Okay.

You're right, Ryan. I'm a whore.

I don't deserve any of this.
Does that make you feel better?

Actually, no, it makes me
feel like a fucking idiot.

At least now I know.

Come on, let's go grab a couple drinks.

Where we gonna drink in Tucson?

We'll find a spot.

Come on. Listen, put
something on your white legs,

and let's get the fuck out of here.

Oh!

Cowboy Palace.

This place looks terrible.

When one travels, sonny boy,

you must immerse yourself in
the culture and get fucked up.

I.D.s, gentlemen.

Thank you, sir.

These clowns are my sons.

I.D., please.

He's got a gun. You
gotta give him an I.D.

- Sir, what's your name again?
- Scott.

- That's right.
- Here you go, Scott.

I used to work a door,

so I appreciate your service
and rigid adherence to protocol.

You gotta card everybody,
even the elderly.

Before we go in, I got a quick question.

I plan on taking home
a woman this evening.

Is there anybody I should not approach

so as to avoid crossing a local?

- Just don't cause any shit.
- Nice.

I will not be causing any
shit. Tell it to these shits.

No shit. No shit.

Shit-causing sons of bitches.

This is Mario.

Hey, what's up, brother?

Uh, it's me. Uh, Dominick. Dom Ramos?

Oh. Hey, what's up?

I'm not, uh...

I'm not catching you
at a bad time, am I?

Just picking up my
dog's shit. What's up?

Yeah.

You... you remember
the conversation we had?

You know, what I...
what I said about Ryan?

I... I just don't want...

I don't want people to think I'm a...

that I got an ax to
grind with him, you know?

Okay.

Yeah.

I shouldn't have been talking out...

out my mouth that way to
you. You know what I mean?

I mean, it's like, it...
it's his personal business.

Well, I think it's pretty
clear that you care about Ryan

and his well-being.

I do, man.

I got love... I got... I got
love for that guy, you know?

I know.

I-I feel like I can help him.

You know, we... we were putting
together a good training camp.

And then, um...

the fucking politics.

It all fucking started, you know?

Yeah, man, it's Navy Street.

No shit. So, um, I'm...

I'm wondering if you could do me a favor

and just... just bury
all the shit I told you.

I'm confused.

You reached out to
me. You wanted to talk.

I was... I was emotional.

I was really angry and...

Ryan is a good dude, man.

And I just don't wanna put any
of his shit out there, you know?

Yeah, the problem is,
I've already talked to him.

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

What'd he say?

Well, he says you're full of shit,

but I found you very credible.

You print any of that fucking story,

I deny every fucking word. You hear me?

Cool, man.

Uh, I mean, it's all
recorded, but go for it.

Next time, call your
shrink, not a journalist.

Fuck you, motherfucker! Motherfu...

Come on. Come on.

I mean, you know what
I just benched last?

- Dumbbells? 225.
- No, no, that's... you...

you were saying you're
wasting too much time.

Why do you have to always

beat me with...

Oh. There's my girl.
Thank you, sweetheart.

Thank you.

Listen, I want you to do me a favor

and keep an eye on
the three of us, okay?

I never want this bottle to
be more than halfway empty.

And kind of these shots coming.

We got fucking memories we wanna kill.

Can I have a water, too, please?

No! No, you cannot have a water

because you're drinking with men.

He's fine. Thank you so much.

- Okay, no water.
- No water.

- What a great ass.
- That's very rude.

That's a rude thing to say.

It is a great ass.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Hold on, motherfucker.
I wanna say something.

Are we gonna do this every time?

Yeah, we're gonna do this every time.

You guys are gonna sit
here and listen to this.

You know why? Because you're my sons.

You're a fuck, man.

What?

I-I thought... Was that not the toast?

You're... you're a cunt.

Oh, there you go.

That's when you know the toast is over,

when your old man calls you a cunt.

Oh, stop. Don't get your
panties in a fucking bunch.

I'm just playing. I had
a shitty couple of days.

I'm just fucking with you. Come on.

All right, you enjoy fucking with me.

I need to spend some time with a woman.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

What woman?

The fuck is wrong with him now?

He's a moody fuck, man.

He's... he's like your mother.

Oh, you're gonna go against me now, too?

Nobody's going against you.

- Huh?
- Nobody's going against you.

I'll... I'll fuck... I'll fucking
kill everybody in this place.

I'll wreck the whole place.

What were you gonna say before?

I'm glad you're here with me.

Yeah.

Ma'am, are you drinking alone?

Uh, yeah.

I'm Jay.

Luanne.

Man, Luanne in a cowboy bar.

That's... that's beautiful.

That's beautiful.
Luanne in a cowboy bar.

Luanne, would it be all right
if I bought your drinks tonight?

Well, I drink free here,

so that's not really that impressive.

Well, even better.

- Yeah.
- Maybe I could just sit then.

I could use the peace and quiet.

You used to wrestle?

Mm.

You got the ears.

Yes. That's very observant.
I used to be a fighter.

Oh, a fighter.

Mm-hmm.

Then what do you do now?

Now? Uh...

I'm a philanthropist.

A philanthropist? Really?

Mm-hmm.

Well, what's your cause,
Mr. Philanthropist?

Several.

Yes, uh, the ocean...
both life and water,

children, the great apes, anyone
ravaged by war or oil pipelines.

- Wow.
- Yeah.

They're all very worthy.

Indeed.

Cheers.

Luanne...

when you first saw my ears,

what did you think of me?

I thought you wrestled.

My brother has the same ears.

Do they bother you?

Why would your ears bother me?

Could you fall in love with
a man who had ears like mine?

My husband lost his
left leg below the knee.

Um, uh, you're not married anymore?

No. I left him.

Because of his leg?

'Cause he wouldn't
stop apologizing for it.

Hello?

Uh, you should know that

I'm picking up my daughter
from Taekwondo right now,

so if you're gonna rip me a new asshole,

please do it before she gets in the car.

You're not running that fucking story.

Which one?

The you and Dominick sex scandal,

or the one about your
top fighter's PTSD?

Both.

I gotta write about something.

That guy's a mess, by the
way. Why'd you hire him?

Mario, I'm telling you,
do not fuck me on this.

What other choice do I have?

You won't make Ryan available to me.

Mario, trust me, I've
tried. It's not happening.

All right, then I gotta write

about you and Dom's relationship.

There's no fucking relationship!

Well, whatever it is, I'm gonna
ask Alvey to comment on it.

And doesn't sound like he
knows anything about it,

so thank you for turning
me into a tabloid writer.

I'll give you something else.

Do I get an exclusive?

Yes.

I'm listening.

I'm gonna leave Navy
Street to run King Beast.

Fuck me. What about Garo?

Garo's out. It's not
official, but it will be soon.

Okay. Wow. Congratulations.

So you're killing the Dom story, yeah?

Dead. Felt gross anyway.

Still gonna hound you about
Ryan, but this is important.

It takes a lot for a woman
to rise in this sport.

And, uh, you know, I'm, uh, I'm happy.

I'm... Are you there?

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

I think I... Are you...

You...

are a very beautiful woman, Luanne.

I could use a woman like you...

Oh, is that right?

... Luanne. Indeed, I could.

And, um...

tell me, how exactly
would you like to use me?

Well, I need my ass kicked
in a very specific way,

and I can't seem to find a
woman who can do it just right.

Either kill me or they
can't hardly leave a scratch.

Well, you see, the trick is, Jay...

Mm-hmm.

... you gotta thread the needle.

You know what I'm sayin'?

I mean, you break a man, he's useless.

That's exactly fucking right.

You know things, Luanne.

I do.

- Yes, Ma'am.
- Mm-hmm. I do.

- Let's dance.
- No. No. No.

I'm not dancing with
you. You're just a boy.

That's right. I am a boy.

But I have this feeling
that you could make me a man.

Oh, is that right?

Yes, indeed.

Why don't you come dance with me?

All right, well,

why don't you buy me one
more drink, and we'll see?

Bartender?

Could we have one or two more of those?

Uno m?s.

Hey.

The fuck?

Sorry. I don't... I don't...

What are you doing here?

Can we go to your office?

- No.
- Could you...

I know you've been talking to Mario...

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. No,
I was talking to Mario,

and I killed your little fucking story.

No, no, no. He took me out of context.

- Hey, Dom!
- I wouldn't burn you that way.

No, no, no, that's exactly what you...

- Hey.
- Hey, buddy.

Dude, Mario totally fucked me, bro.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Motherfuck! Fuck me!

Something just happened.
Something just happened.

Fuck! Motherfuck!

Fucking... fuck.

Look at him. Look at him.

He's a fucking savage.

He broke her fucking will, man.

30 minutes ago, she
wouldn't talk to him.

He's relentless.

He was like that when he was a kid.

I'd say, "Jay, don't jump on the bed,"

he would go jump off the roof.

That's the way he fights, too.

We all do.

We gotta work with him, though, man.

I want... I want him fighting again.

Me, too.

Yeah.

Promise me you'll help
me with that, all right?

I will. Yeah.

'Cause he's on edge. He's
always on edge, you know?

It's just the way he's wired.

If he loses hope, I'm afraid...

You see what... what... what
shit we deal with in our family.

I...

You got no problems, right?

Hmm?

No.

Yeah?

'Cause you, my friend,
are on a fucking roll, man.

You are.

I mean, I-I-I was
wrong. You... you are...

Not only are you a real fighter,

you're gonna be a great
fucking fighter, okay?

- I am proud of you, man.
- Stop.

Come on. Hey.

Look at me.

We gotta stick together.

We've got to stick together.

Women and fucking friends...
they come and they go.

In the grand scheme of things,
they don't mean a fucking thing.

Do you understand?

You stay close to me. You
stay close to him. That's it.

My mother wrote one
note, Nate. One, to me.

No one else left.

That's it.

Um... Tell Garo I'm sorry?

I will, but I think you need
to call him tomorrow morning.

Yeah.

I'll try and get an
advance for your next fight.

No, don't worry about it.
I'm... I'm fine on money.

Lisa, I didn't mean what I said.

I think you did.

I'm just kind of...

fucked up right now.

Were you better before?

He's just beneath you. We all are.

Don't forget your pills.

I mean...

Dom told me I had power.

Yeah.

Whoo!

I'm gay.

Hmm?

I'm gay.

Shut the fuck... Get... get
a fucking drink. Come on.

I'm gay.

Shut the fuck up with
that, okay? It's not funny.

What...

Are you fucking kidding me right now?

No.

Hey.

You're not fucking gay.

What are you doing? What are you saying?

I'm gay.

I'm gay.

Your son's gay.

Are you really gonna
fucking do this right now?

What... what the fuck am I doing?

My fucking mother is in the hospital.

She's fucking killed herself almost.

You're gonna tell me
you're a fucking faggot?

Nate!

- Hey, Nate.
- Grab him.

- Nate.
- Grab him.

- Nate! Nate!
- No, he's had too much to drink.

- I got you.
- Nate!

- I got it. Pops.
- Talk to me.

What the fuck... Aah!

- Hey!
- What the fuck?! What the fuck?!

- Hey! Nate!
- Just chill out, man!

- Fuck you!
- What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Fuck you, you piece of shit!

- Hey.
- Out of your fucking mind!

Relax or I'm calling the cops!

- Relax. Hey, Pops... What the fuck?!
- He said he was a fucking...

You got something to say
to me?! Fucking say it!

- He's drunk. He's drunk. Easy.
- You're a fucking pussy!

What the fuck is wrong with you?!

- Fucking pussy!
- Easy. Pops, easy.

- Did you know about this?
- Whoa. Whoa.

- Did you know about this?!
- Know what? Know what?

- Did you fucking know? Did you know?!
- Know what?! Pops...

He's telling me he's gay.
He's telling me he's gay.

Dude, fucking relax...

- Fuck.
- He fucking jumped me!

- Nate! Nate!
- Hey! What the fuck?!

- Hey, Nate! Nate!
- Nate! Nate!

- Nate! Look at me. Nate.
- Nate! Nate!

- Nate!
- Hey, buddy, come on now.

Call a fucking ambulance, please!

Please call us a fucking ambulance!