Room 104 (2017–…): Season 1, Episode 11 - The Fight - full transcript
Two female Mixed Martial Arts fighters work together to score a bigger payday in an upcoming bout.
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
Room 104 1x11
"The Fightt" Oct 6, 2017.
(WOMEN GRUNTING)
(BOTH GRUNTING, PANTING)
(BUZZER BLARES)
(PANTING)
COMMENTATOR: That was a good
low takedown for Gaines.
Not a bad move for Greta,
a woman of her age.
(NECK CRACKING)
COMMENTATOR #2: Yeah,
she's hanging in there.
COMMENTATOR: She's still protecting
that left side, though, Greg, you know?
I wonder if she came back a
little too early from that injury.
- What do you think, man?
- (LAUGHS) How long is she gonna wait?
At her age, she's probably
only got a few fights left
before they send her off to the glue
factory, you know what I'm saying?
- COMMENTATOR: Jesus, Greg!
- (PHONE BUZZING)
COMMENTATOR #2: What? I'm sorry.
- Hey.
- MAN OVER PHONE: Hey, how's my girl?
Are you ready?
I'm nervous as shit.
Nah, nah, you're gonna be great.
Did they even fix my
name on the marquee yet?
Oh, yeah, they... yeah,
they're working on it.
What about the hotel mix-up?
Yeah, you know, they, uh...
they haven't called me back yet.
- So I gotta...
- Jesus, JR.
What? What are you so pissy about?
It's supposed to be my big shot.
I'm the fucking headline on
this fight tomorrow night,
and they're supposed to put me in a...
what did they call it in the contract?
- Four-star hotel.
- That's right.
A four-star hotel, and this is
the shit hole that they put me in.
Yeah, and that's why I
said if it's really bad,
then we'll move you and
deal with them later, okay?
- No, no, it's not about that.
- Okay, okay...
It's about them showing me
some fucking respect, JR.
Okay, I got it, all right?
Do you really... do you... (SIGHS)
What?
Is it really worth
freaking out like this?
Well, you know Rayna Gold's
getting her fucking four-star hotel.
I fucking know for a fact
that she is not, okay?
You need to be focusing on
the fight and get some sleep.
No, what's Rayna making
on this fucking fight?
You know she's making more than
the six grand that I'm making.
You know, six grand is not
a bad wage for a day's work.
"Not a bad wage for a day's work"?
Dude, I can fight, what, four
times a year? That's $24,000.
And that's before I have to pay
you and my fucking medical bills,
so don't fucking tell
me, JR, how well I'm paid.
All right, fine! I...
all right, I'm sorry.
- Calm down.
- I will not fucking calm down!
I wanna stay in the same
fucking kind of goddamn hotel
that Rayna Gold's fucking staying in!
You are in the same hotel as Rayna Gold.
She's in this fucking hotel?
Yes! Yes!
Well, why the fuck would they put us
in the same goddamn hotel
the night before we fight?
Jesus, Greta, I don't fucking know!
I... I don't know what to tell you.
- Just deal with it.
- (SIGHS)
If you wanna blow up your career
and you wanna bitch out
some upper-level executive
about a hotel booking, then be my guest.
Thanks a lot, JR.
You're the fucking best.
I guess I'll see you tomorrow.
- Good Ni...
- (HANGS UP)
(EXHALES)
(LINE RINGING)
- WOMAN OVER PHONE: Front desk.
- Rayna Gold's room, please.
- Uh, can you repeat the name?
- Rayna Gold.
No, we don't have any
guest here under that name.
Uh, Carol Jackson.
One moment, please.
(LINE RINGING)
(SIGHS)
RAYNA OVER PHONE: Hello?
So they put you in this
shit hole, too, huh?
The fuck do you want?
We need to talk.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
What makes you think I'm making more?
Well, you got more experience,
your record's better.
I gotta think that
all that shit adds up.
(SCOFFS)
(SCOFFS)
Six grand.
With a six-grand win bonus
- after I beat your ass.
- Dude, no, fuck that.
How many people do you think are
gonna be there tomorrow night?
People bought the
tickets. They're expensive.
People watching the livestream.
All the merchandise they're gonna sell.
We don't fucking see any of that shit.
Getting our heads busted
the fuck in for what?
All right, I'm going to sleep.
I don't know what the fuck you're...
Tell me it doesn't bother you.
Yeah, that shit bothers me.
But what the fuck else
am I supposed to do?
I got kids. I gotta put
food on the table, man.
What are we supposed to do?
(SIGHS)
We call Martha Simms.
You know, Martha Simms.
That old-ass, rich white lady?
Okay, hear me out.
Everybody is making
money in this business
but the fighters, right?
We can't change that
'cause the system is fucked.
But we can try and beat it.
How?
'Cause we're gonna throw the fight.
We're gonna throw it,
and we're gonna make a
ton of money doing it.
(BOTH PANTING)
(EXHALES)
Damn, man!
I said watch the fucking punches.
Yeah, well, you were the one fucking
smashing my face into the carpet
like a fucking cheese grater.
I'm just sayin'.
Yeah, well, I'm just sayin'.
(PHONE BEEPS)
- (GRUNTS)
- Oh, shit! I didn't mean...!
(GROANING)
(GRUNTING)
(GLASS SHATTERS)
- (GRUNTS)
- Fuck!
You split my fucking face!
Yeah, well, you started that
shit with the fucking uppercut!
(BUZZER BLARES)
(BOTH PANTING)
(MARTHA TALKING OVER PHONE, INDISTINCT)
Oh, yeah, I've talked
to Rayna. She's down.
So you'll bet 500,000 on the fight,
take 20% off the top,
and we'll split the rest.
All right.
Hold on a sec.
The odds are even,
so she needs to know who to bet on.
You know what? We're gonna
have to call you back with that.
Till then, just get the money together
and then we'll make the bet
first thing in the morning.
Okay?
All right, I'll get back to you.
Look, it doesn't really matter
who wins or loses, right?
Right.
Because we're gonna get out after
tomorrow night anyways, right?
Right.
Okay, so then it doesn't matter.
Right, it doesn't matter.
Yeah, so?
So?
(SIGHS)
(BOTH PANTING)
(GRUNTS)
Hey! What the fuck, man?!
- You're fucking cheating!
- I'm not fucking cheating, dude!
I fucking saw you grab the bed, bitch.
You're just fucking scared 'cause
you know I was gonna fucking win!
No, 'cause you're fucking cheating!
Enough.
GRETA: So, we gotta watch the faces
so that we don't look like
shit for tomorrow night.
We gotta cover our asses
so that no one gets suspicious.
No, shit. We gotta keep this
shit super tight and be careful.
And since there's no judge,
we gotta keep it clean.
- No face work.
- Simple.
All right, how many rounds, three?
RAYNA: Three two-minute rounds.
GRETA: So, winner takes 60%?
RAYNA: Hold up. On the phone,
you told Martha we split 50/50.
GRETA: Yeah, but I think
the winner should get more.
What, scared you're gonna lose?
RAYNA: Fuck you. 60/40 it is.
- GRETA: Tap out?
- Tap out.
Whoever taps loses.
(BOTH PANTING)
- (BOTH GROAN)
- Fuck.
What do your kids think
when they see you like this?
They're used to it.
(SIGHS) What are you gonna
do when you get out of this?
(SCOFFS)
That's a good question.
What are you gonna do?
I don't know.
Fighting's the only thing
I've ever been good at,
but I'm tired of
getting fucked over, man.
(SIGHS)
Okay, let's finish this thing.
Last round.
(EXHALES)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
- (GRUNTS)
- (GRUNTS, GROANS)
- (GRUNTS)
- Fuck!
(GRUNTS)
(BUZZER BLARES)
(BOTH PANTING)
- GRETA: What if no one taps?
- (EXHALES)
RAYNA: One of us is gonna
tap, but it ain't gonna be me.
(GROANS)
GRETA: I've never tapped in my life.
RAYNA: Well, one of us has to lose.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(GROANING)
(BOTH SCREAMING)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
Fucking tap!
Tap, bitch, before I
break your fucking arm.
- GRETA: Tap!
- (GRUNTS)
Tap.
Fucking tap!
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(SIGHS)
(MUTTERS)
There's that.
Jesus.
(TV PLAYING, MUFFLED)
(WOMEN GRUNTING)
- MAN: Oh!
- (CROWD CHEERING)
- COMMENTATOR: Come on! Oh, man!
- Everything okay in there?
MAN: Uh, yeah, crazy good fight!
Yeah? Who's fighting?
I don't know. Two chicks, but
they're fucking going at it.
It's an all-out brawl.
Best fight ever, man, seriously!
Oh!
Dude, you gotta come see this!
Really?
Yeah, really, man! Come on over.
- Oh!
- MAN #2: You see that?!
Yeah, you bet.
- COMMENTATOR: Oh!
- (CROWD CHEERING)
COMMENTATOR #2: These
two have been through
a war, and they just keep bringing it.
You gotta wonder how
they're even on their feet.
COMMENTATOR: Best fight
I've seen in a long time.
COMMENTATOR #2: Seriously, we
won't be forgetting the names
of Rayna Gold and Greta
Gaines any time soon.
(CROWD GASPS)
COMMENTATOR #2: Oh, she
just got the arm bar.
- COMMENTATOR: This is it.
- (RAYNA GRUNTS)
COMMENTATOR #2: But
she's not tapping out.
It's like she wants her to break it!
- COMMENTATOR: Oh, oh!
- (GRETA GRUNTS)
- (BONE SNAPS)
- CROWD: Oh!
(MUSIC PLAYING)
♪ Yeah, ho, Kitana, Kitana, Kitana, Kitana ♪
♪ "Mortal Kombat," I'll see you mañana ♪
♪ "Mortal Kombat," I'll see you mañana ♪
♪ "Mortal Kombat," I'll see you mañana ♪
♪ Kitana, Kitana, Kitana, Kitana ♪
♪ "Mortal Kombat," I'll see you mañana ♪
♪ "Mortal Kombat," I'll see you mañana ♪
♪ "Mortal Kombat," I'll see you mañana ♪
♪ I step in this bitch and I do what I want ♪
♪ I don't give a damn
and I don't give a fuck ♪
♪ Yeah, ho! ♪
♪ I step in this bitch
and I do what I want ♪
♪ I don't give a damn
and I don't give a fuck ♪
♪ Princess Nokia, you can
call me on my cellular ♪
♪ I think I'm the shit and
I never been a regular ♪
♪ Rhymes I spit are sick, see
you bleeding from your jugular ♪
♪ You can suck my dick, all them
shady fucks that set me up ♪
♪ I step in this bitch
and I do what I want ♪
♪ I don't give a damn
and I don't give a fuck ♪
♪ Yeah, ho! ♪
Room 104 1x11
"The Fightt" Oct 6, 2017.
(WOMEN GRUNTING)
(BOTH GRUNTING, PANTING)
(BUZZER BLARES)
(PANTING)
COMMENTATOR: That was a good
low takedown for Gaines.
Not a bad move for Greta,
a woman of her age.
(NECK CRACKING)
COMMENTATOR #2: Yeah,
she's hanging in there.
COMMENTATOR: She's still protecting
that left side, though, Greg, you know?
I wonder if she came back a
little too early from that injury.
- What do you think, man?
- (LAUGHS) How long is she gonna wait?
At her age, she's probably
only got a few fights left
before they send her off to the glue
factory, you know what I'm saying?
- COMMENTATOR: Jesus, Greg!
- (PHONE BUZZING)
COMMENTATOR #2: What? I'm sorry.
- Hey.
- MAN OVER PHONE: Hey, how's my girl?
Are you ready?
I'm nervous as shit.
Nah, nah, you're gonna be great.
Did they even fix my
name on the marquee yet?
Oh, yeah, they... yeah,
they're working on it.
What about the hotel mix-up?
Yeah, you know, they, uh...
they haven't called me back yet.
- So I gotta...
- Jesus, JR.
What? What are you so pissy about?
It's supposed to be my big shot.
I'm the fucking headline on
this fight tomorrow night,
and they're supposed to put me in a...
what did they call it in the contract?
- Four-star hotel.
- That's right.
A four-star hotel, and this is
the shit hole that they put me in.
Yeah, and that's why I
said if it's really bad,
then we'll move you and
deal with them later, okay?
- No, no, it's not about that.
- Okay, okay...
It's about them showing me
some fucking respect, JR.
Okay, I got it, all right?
Do you really... do you... (SIGHS)
What?
Is it really worth
freaking out like this?
Well, you know Rayna Gold's
getting her fucking four-star hotel.
I fucking know for a fact
that she is not, okay?
You need to be focusing on
the fight and get some sleep.
No, what's Rayna making
on this fucking fight?
You know she's making more than
the six grand that I'm making.
You know, six grand is not
a bad wage for a day's work.
"Not a bad wage for a day's work"?
Dude, I can fight, what, four
times a year? That's $24,000.
And that's before I have to pay
you and my fucking medical bills,
so don't fucking tell
me, JR, how well I'm paid.
All right, fine! I...
all right, I'm sorry.
- Calm down.
- I will not fucking calm down!
I wanna stay in the same
fucking kind of goddamn hotel
that Rayna Gold's fucking staying in!
You are in the same hotel as Rayna Gold.
She's in this fucking hotel?
Yes! Yes!
Well, why the fuck would they put us
in the same goddamn hotel
the night before we fight?
Jesus, Greta, I don't fucking know!
I... I don't know what to tell you.
- Just deal with it.
- (SIGHS)
If you wanna blow up your career
and you wanna bitch out
some upper-level executive
about a hotel booking, then be my guest.
Thanks a lot, JR.
You're the fucking best.
I guess I'll see you tomorrow.
- Good Ni...
- (HANGS UP)
(EXHALES)
(LINE RINGING)
- WOMAN OVER PHONE: Front desk.
- Rayna Gold's room, please.
- Uh, can you repeat the name?
- Rayna Gold.
No, we don't have any
guest here under that name.
Uh, Carol Jackson.
One moment, please.
(LINE RINGING)
(SIGHS)
RAYNA OVER PHONE: Hello?
So they put you in this
shit hole, too, huh?
The fuck do you want?
We need to talk.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
What makes you think I'm making more?
Well, you got more experience,
your record's better.
I gotta think that
all that shit adds up.
(SCOFFS)
(SCOFFS)
Six grand.
With a six-grand win bonus
- after I beat your ass.
- Dude, no, fuck that.
How many people do you think are
gonna be there tomorrow night?
People bought the
tickets. They're expensive.
People watching the livestream.
All the merchandise they're gonna sell.
We don't fucking see any of that shit.
Getting our heads busted
the fuck in for what?
All right, I'm going to sleep.
I don't know what the fuck you're...
Tell me it doesn't bother you.
Yeah, that shit bothers me.
But what the fuck else
am I supposed to do?
I got kids. I gotta put
food on the table, man.
What are we supposed to do?
(SIGHS)
We call Martha Simms.
You know, Martha Simms.
That old-ass, rich white lady?
Okay, hear me out.
Everybody is making
money in this business
but the fighters, right?
We can't change that
'cause the system is fucked.
But we can try and beat it.
How?
'Cause we're gonna throw the fight.
We're gonna throw it,
and we're gonna make a
ton of money doing it.
(BOTH PANTING)
(EXHALES)
Damn, man!
I said watch the fucking punches.
Yeah, well, you were the one fucking
smashing my face into the carpet
like a fucking cheese grater.
I'm just sayin'.
Yeah, well, I'm just sayin'.
(PHONE BEEPS)
- (GRUNTS)
- Oh, shit! I didn't mean...!
(GROANING)
(GRUNTING)
(GLASS SHATTERS)
- (GRUNTS)
- Fuck!
You split my fucking face!
Yeah, well, you started that
shit with the fucking uppercut!
(BUZZER BLARES)
(BOTH PANTING)
(MARTHA TALKING OVER PHONE, INDISTINCT)
Oh, yeah, I've talked
to Rayna. She's down.
So you'll bet 500,000 on the fight,
take 20% off the top,
and we'll split the rest.
All right.
Hold on a sec.
The odds are even,
so she needs to know who to bet on.
You know what? We're gonna
have to call you back with that.
Till then, just get the money together
and then we'll make the bet
first thing in the morning.
Okay?
All right, I'll get back to you.
Look, it doesn't really matter
who wins or loses, right?
Right.
Because we're gonna get out after
tomorrow night anyways, right?
Right.
Okay, so then it doesn't matter.
Right, it doesn't matter.
Yeah, so?
So?
(SIGHS)
(BOTH PANTING)
(GRUNTS)
Hey! What the fuck, man?!
- You're fucking cheating!
- I'm not fucking cheating, dude!
I fucking saw you grab the bed, bitch.
You're just fucking scared 'cause
you know I was gonna fucking win!
No, 'cause you're fucking cheating!
Enough.
GRETA: So, we gotta watch the faces
so that we don't look like
shit for tomorrow night.
We gotta cover our asses
so that no one gets suspicious.
No, shit. We gotta keep this
shit super tight and be careful.
And since there's no judge,
we gotta keep it clean.
- No face work.
- Simple.
All right, how many rounds, three?
RAYNA: Three two-minute rounds.
GRETA: So, winner takes 60%?
RAYNA: Hold up. On the phone,
you told Martha we split 50/50.
GRETA: Yeah, but I think
the winner should get more.
What, scared you're gonna lose?
RAYNA: Fuck you. 60/40 it is.
- GRETA: Tap out?
- Tap out.
Whoever taps loses.
(BOTH PANTING)
- (BOTH GROAN)
- Fuck.
What do your kids think
when they see you like this?
They're used to it.
(SIGHS) What are you gonna
do when you get out of this?
(SCOFFS)
That's a good question.
What are you gonna do?
I don't know.
Fighting's the only thing
I've ever been good at,
but I'm tired of
getting fucked over, man.
(SIGHS)
Okay, let's finish this thing.
Last round.
(EXHALES)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
- (GRUNTS)
- (GRUNTS, GROANS)
- (GRUNTS)
- Fuck!
(GRUNTS)
(BUZZER BLARES)
(BOTH PANTING)
- GRETA: What if no one taps?
- (EXHALES)
RAYNA: One of us is gonna
tap, but it ain't gonna be me.
(GROANS)
GRETA: I've never tapped in my life.
RAYNA: Well, one of us has to lose.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(GROANING)
(BOTH SCREAMING)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
Fucking tap!
Tap, bitch, before I
break your fucking arm.
- GRETA: Tap!
- (GRUNTS)
Tap.
Fucking tap!
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(SIGHS)
(MUTTERS)
There's that.
Jesus.
(TV PLAYING, MUFFLED)
(WOMEN GRUNTING)
- MAN: Oh!
- (CROWD CHEERING)
- COMMENTATOR: Come on! Oh, man!
- Everything okay in there?
MAN: Uh, yeah, crazy good fight!
Yeah? Who's fighting?
I don't know. Two chicks, but
they're fucking going at it.
It's an all-out brawl.
Best fight ever, man, seriously!
Oh!
Dude, you gotta come see this!
Really?
Yeah, really, man! Come on over.
- Oh!
- MAN #2: You see that?!
Yeah, you bet.
- COMMENTATOR: Oh!
- (CROWD CHEERING)
COMMENTATOR #2: These
two have been through
a war, and they just keep bringing it.
You gotta wonder how
they're even on their feet.
COMMENTATOR: Best fight
I've seen in a long time.
COMMENTATOR #2: Seriously, we
won't be forgetting the names
of Rayna Gold and Greta
Gaines any time soon.
(CROWD GASPS)
COMMENTATOR #2: Oh, she
just got the arm bar.
- COMMENTATOR: This is it.
- (RAYNA GRUNTS)
COMMENTATOR #2: But
she's not tapping out.
It's like she wants her to break it!
- COMMENTATOR: Oh, oh!
- (GRETA GRUNTS)
- (BONE SNAPS)
- CROWD: Oh!
(MUSIC PLAYING)
♪ Yeah, ho, Kitana, Kitana, Kitana, Kitana ♪
♪ "Mortal Kombat," I'll see you mañana ♪
♪ "Mortal Kombat," I'll see you mañana ♪
♪ "Mortal Kombat," I'll see you mañana ♪
♪ Kitana, Kitana, Kitana, Kitana ♪
♪ "Mortal Kombat," I'll see you mañana ♪
♪ "Mortal Kombat," I'll see you mañana ♪
♪ "Mortal Kombat," I'll see you mañana ♪
♪ I step in this bitch and I do what I want ♪
♪ I don't give a damn
and I don't give a fuck ♪
♪ Yeah, ho! ♪
♪ I step in this bitch
and I do what I want ♪
♪ I don't give a damn
and I don't give a fuck ♪
♪ Princess Nokia, you can
call me on my cellular ♪
♪ I think I'm the shit and
I never been a regular ♪
♪ Rhymes I spit are sick, see
you bleeding from your jugular ♪
♪ You can suck my dick, all them
shady fucks that set me up ♪
♪ I step in this bitch
and I do what I want ♪
♪ I don't give a damn
and I don't give a fuck ♪
♪ Yeah, ho! ♪