Lights Out (2024) Movie Script
Be advised, we are in a bad situation
that we can't really get spots on ground.
Jimmy, hey, we're on the west side,
left-hand side of the valley,
approaching one now.
Go! Now! Move!
Watch it.
Hey, Duff! Ford's been hit.
We gotta go back for him.
Let's move.
-Duff, let's go!
-Go!
Come on!
Contact!
On me. Let's go. Come on.
Hey. Let me see.
You're okay. Look at me. Look at me.
You're okay. You're okay.
I need you to breathe. Breathe.
Hey, we don't fucking die.
We don't fucking die.
Thanks a lot, brother.
What can I get you, papi?
Anything cold.
Yeah, that's right.
Go ahead, deal them up.
Motherfucker.
Fuck me.
You got a problem, chief?
No, no problem here.
I was wondering
if you could get one more in.
You got money,
we'd be happy to take it off you.
-What's the buy-in?
-Two hundred dollars.
What about this?
Make room for the stranger, boys.
He just paid for a place.
Two hundred dollars.
Don't spend it all at once.
I see you, and I'm all in.
Quite a poker face you have, chief.
Only face I got.
Just showed you my ball sack.
What you gonna do?
I'm a little light.
Yeah, you are.
The fuck you think you're doing?
I'm winning.
Fucking son of a bitch.
You're a fucking cheater.
Give me the watch.
Try and take it, asshole.
I think I'll just let my boys decide.
Hey!
Jesus fucking Christ!
You are a bad motherfucker.
I can't kick your ass.
I should shoot you
right where you fucking stand.
I'm standing right here.
You ain't taking my bike.
You can keep the fucking bike.
I'm taking my money
and I'm taking my watch.
You fucking guys are pathetic.
Jesus Christ!
How you doing?
Fosco.
Yeah, that's right. It's Max.
Yeah. I'm back in town, baby.
Hey, listen, let me ask you a question.
Still having that thing tomorrow?
Yeah, I'll be there.
And I'm bringing a friend with me too.
-Hey.
-Hey.
I know you?
No, I just wanted to--
All right, we'll go with the hard sell.
All right, look.
The name's Max.
I was in the bar last night.
I saw you in action.
I gotta tell you,
you got some amazing skills, my friend.
So, look, how about this?
How about you let a brother
buy you breakfast while you hear me out?
You know, some eggs, some bacon,
maybe a little chorizo.
Listen...
if you don't like what I have to say,
if you're not interested,
then, hey, we can just part ways.
No harm, no foul.
Besides, breakfast is the cheapest meal
of the day anyway.
I know you don't know me,
but I know fighters.
And that skillset you got there
could be a fucking gold mine...
if it were to be exploited
by the right per--
That's a great speech, man.
I got no desire to be exploited.
-Just--
-My country did that.
All right, look, just tell me...
how much money did you make last night?
Enough.
Enough for what?
One, maybe two more nights
in some shitty motel?
What if you could make enough
to stay in a decent place for,
I don't know, a month? Maybe even more.
I would tell you
that I'm not one for laying down roots.
There has to be something
that you want, right?
Come on. Something that you need.
Everybody needs something.
I don't need anything, man.
Everything I need is right in that bag.
I can tell you
what you're not gonna find in that bag.
Enlighten me.
An outlet.
Yeah.
I saw you last night.
More importantly,
I saw that look in your face.
That look in your eyes.
You didn't just wanna
choke that clown out.
You wanted to make sure he understood
that you had something that
you were trying to prove to the world--
Hey. Don't think
that you fucking know me.
-I didn't say that I know you.
-Don't.
I didn't say that I know you.
But I do know that fucking look.
It's the same look my brother had
when he came home from Afghanistan.
It was probably the same look he had
when he put that goddamn Glock
in his mouth and he squeezed the trigger.
Last night I did what I had to do.
That's it.
Yeah. I understand that.
But you got a lot of anger inside you...
and if you don't find a way
to let that shit out,
it's gonna eat you alive.
You're full of shit.
And if you don't get it out,
that shit will eat you alive.
You know, you are one
hard fucking sell, my friend.
I don't even know what you're selling.
Then why not let me show you?
Place your bet, you fucking motherfuckers.
You degenerate assholes.
Wanna tell me what the hell's going on?
This, my friend,
this is your fucking outlet.
My outlet?
-Is this what I think it is?
-What do you want me to say, huh?
You know the first rule of fight club.
Just wait here.
-My man.
-Yo, Maxie, what's up?
What's up, brother? How you doing, man?
Listen up, man. I need to talk to you.
My man right there.
He's good, I'm telling you.
Okay? Do me one solid.
Okay, no more bets, assholes.
No more bets, pendejos. That's it.
No more fucking bets.
Okay, come on.
Go! Get the fuck back there. Come on.
It's my fucking turn to speak. Come on.
So you all know the rules.
The guy at the hospital afterwards
is the winner.
The loser is the guy at the morgue.
In a real fight,
there are no fucking rules.
Are you ready? Are you ready?
Are you ready? So let's fucking fight!
Come on, bitch.
Come on.
Yeah! That's right.
Too slow, bitch. Come on.
Yeah, yeah?
Yeah!
Get this piece of shit out of here.
Get him out.
You suck. You kidding me?
Get the fuck out.
Okay, now for those
who aren't already broke and destitute,
we got a special event.
You know Karloff.
Karloff!
Hold on! Hold on. No!
Hey, hey! Shut the fuck up.
I know some of you are eager
to put your money on this guy,
on the big boy,
aka Frankenstein's monster.
But you know what?
We have an unknown quantity for you
to risk your hard-earned cash on.
Today, I'm gonna give you--
Maxie, what's your boy's name?
Oh, shit.
What the hell is your name, anyway?
-Spit it out.
-No fucking way.
-What are you talking about?
-No fucking way.
Can't leave me standing here.
I bought you breakfast.
-Bought me fucking breakfast?
-Yeah.
Cheapest meal of the fucking day.
No harm, no foul.
No fucking way.
Looks like we have ourselves
a fucking pussy here.
Is that it? Are you a wet fucking pussy?
You fucking coward!
You fucking coward!
You heard me. You're a fucking coward.
You know what, guys? If he stays,
I'll give you 10-to-1 on the wet pussy.
Do your thing.
You degenerate motherfuckers.
Go get him.
Easy fucking money, Max.
You should get your head examined.
Yeah.
Yeah! Yeah! Yes!
Yes! Yes!
Easy fucking money, huh?
Yeah, my ass. Pay up.
Come on. Thank you.
Fuck.
-Hey, hold up.
-Cop car!
Motherfucker!
Rolled just in time, baby.
Don't make me regret this.
What you got to regret, huh?
You just kicked some fucking ass.
Oh, I almost forgot.
Here you go.
What's this?
-Your winnings.
-My winnings?
Yeah. For the fight.
I didn't place a bet.
I did, on your behalf.
You used my fucking money?
Look, you handed me your bag.
I saw the money inside, all right?
Fosco was offering 10-to-1 on you winning.
I saw your skills.
I knew you couldn't lose.
My skills.
So why didn't you use your own money?
I would have, except I spent all of mine
buying you breakfast.
Oh, and just for full transparency,
I took a little commission on that.
For, you know, administrative costs.
Administrative costs?
Hey...
-You got a place to stay in L.A.?
-Nah, not yet.
Don't worry about that. I've got you.
Oh, well, if you got me...
I feel much better.
I'm glad you do.
What is wrong with you?
What are you looking for?
-Baby, what are you looking for?
-Nothing. Nothing!
I'm not looking for anything.
Just watch out.
-It's all good. It's all good, baby.
-Mom?
-Did you take my stuff?
-What?
-Did you take my stuff?
-Calm down.
-Mom!
-Oh, baby.
-You ass!
-Don't touch me.
-Go! Get out! Get the fuck out!
-No! Come on. No!
Mom?
-Get the fuck out! Get out! Get out!
-Baby! Baby!
-Get the fuck out!
-Hey!
-No!
-Stan, get the fuck out of my house.
-Hey! Hey! What's this?
-You can't do this.
Who the fuck are you, man?
Get the fuck out of here.
-You okay?
-I'm fine.
-You sure?
-I'm fine.
-Hey.
-When the fuck did you get out?
Just in time.
Who the fuck is it?
Fuck.
-What's up, Stan?
-No, man. Fuck.
-Where you going, Stan?
-I'm packing to come see fucking Sage.
It's all good.
Let's go. Sage is waiting.
It's good. It's good.
Go ahead. I'll follow you.
I don't give a fuck.
-I don't give a fuck. Let's go. Let's go.
-Come on, man. I don't wanna...
Do we have to go there?
I know what the fuck is--
Let's go.
Stan.
Stan the Man. How you doing, baby?
Sage.
Good to see you.
Yeah, good to see you, Stan.
-We got a problem.
-We do?
There's a problem? Yeah.
The problem is your books are light.
There's a shitload of money missing
and nobody's telling me anything.
So, what the fuck?
Where's my money?
Are we talking about my money?
Now, see here? You make me look bad
in front of the company.
You both got it all wrong, though.
Oh, good, so there's no problem.
I've got your money. It's just--
Whoa, you fucking bitch.
Sage, come on. You know me.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Just...
It's all right, baby.
It's your lucky day.
Hi.
Come here.
If you tell me the truth,
I won't be upset.
Come on, Stan. Think, fucker.
I know where it is.
It's at my girlfriend's house.
We can go get it right now.
We can get in my car and go.
Do you know what he's talking about?
Please.
Good. Then you clean up the fucking mess.
Fuck me! Come on. He was an earner.
If you don't get me my fucking money,
you'll be dealing with people
that make me look like Snow White.
How am I supposed to get
the money from him now?
Handle the fucking body.
-Are we good?
-No, we're fucking not.
-The money?
-I don't wanna fucking talk about it.
Kincaid.
Shit. Give us 20 minutes.
Gang shooting, six dead.
Shocker.
Look at you. Building and fixing things.
Well, Max said I had to earn my keep.
-Thank you.
-You're welcome.
Oh, I fixed your sink too.
It had no pressure.
-What? That's amazing. Thank you.
-You're welcome.
It's nice to have
some real help around here.
Oh, and I fixed your bathroom light.
You're welcome.
-Thank you.
-Yeah.
Get-- Go in the house.
-Thank you.
-You're welcome.
Sage.
Max Bomer. I heard you were out.
Yeah. Made parole about two weeks ago.
Two weeks?
Man, that's a long time.
I thought we were friends, Max.
I didn't hear from you once.
You didn't call. You didn't DM me.
I was on the road, all right?
But I'm here now.
Yes, you are.
Where's my fucking money?
Now, look, obviously it's not all of it.
But it's just, you know,
a good faith gesture, you know.
-Oh, is that it?
-Yeah.
That's nice. I appreciate that.
I don't think it's gonna cut it, though,
because it's like 39 short.
Thirty-nine?
No, no, no. When I went away, it was 20.
You think the juice stopped
when you went inside?
Max, you know, they wanted
to fuck you up when you were in there,
and I wouldn't let them, you know why?
You're a fucking degenerate, but you're
a degenerate with a heart of gold,
who loves his family and wouldn't want
anything to happen to them.
Don't even think about
going near my family.
Keep them out of it.
This buys you one week.
Why don't you let me earn it?
-In the ring.
-No, those days are gone, Max.
I'm not talking about me. I got a guy.
He's good. He's real good.
Now, look, all I need
is one fight to prove it.
Yeah.
-Hey, Carter.
-Yeah, boss?
What do you say?
What's that?
Should we give
our old friend here a break?
I say you let me beat his ass,
throw him in the fucking river.
Yes. The guy's hardcore.
Come on. Look, just--
I don't know. Give me 3-to-1.
My guy against any one of your guys.
You sure you wanna take
that kind of bet against me?
What have I got to lose?
-You could always pick fighters, Max.
-Thank you.
Can't bet sports for shit,
but we wouldn't be here if you could.
Well, all right.
I'll set you up one fight, 3-to-1.
That's a bet.
Who's this fighter you're talking about?
You wouldn't know him.
That's my dad's bag.
His left hook was better, though.
-What you know about boxing?
-He taught me a little something.
-Oh, he taught you a little something?
-Yeah.
-It's good on him for doing that.
-Yeah, well, he died.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Must have been tough for you.
Hannah, baby, I need you to empty
all the trash when you come in, please.
-Yes, ma'am.
-Thank you.
-You hungry?
-I'm always hungry.
Good. Dinner will be ready soon.
Sweet kid you got there.
Yeah, I know.
Hey.
-Something smells good.
-Thanks.
Oh, I left some fresh towels out for you.
Okay. Thanks.
You're welcome.
Thank you, really.
For what?
Taking me in. I feel like a stray.
I always had love for the strays.
Ever since I was little, actually.
I remember
there was this cute little puppy
that used to run around the neighborhood.
And I wanted to keep it so bad,
but my dad would not let me have it.
So I hid it and I fed it for two weeks.
Did he change his mind?
No. He took it to the pound
and had it put to sleep.
-No.
-Said it was to teach me a lesson.
-Oh, that's rough.
-It was.
-Did it?
-No.
I still got love for the stray.
Hey.
Well, look who decided to show up.
I missed it.
-You did. At the dinner table.
-You did.
I'm sorry about that.
Since you've been gone,
Duffy fixed almost ten things.
At least.
You should have seen him.
He was like Bob the Builder.
Thank you for helping out.
Still the same old Max.
Hannah, will you help me
do the dishes, please?
-Please?
-Yeah.
-Thank you.
-Smells good.
Thank you. Thank you.
-It was good.
-It was great.
-This is a good family, man.
-Yeah. Yeah.
Where you been?
You wanna know where I've been?
-Yeah.
-You sure?
Yeah.
-I've been setting up the next things.
-The next thing?
Man, we haven't done the first thing.
Listen, I talked to my guy.
He says he can get us in
on these next fights.
I'm talking bigger venues, bigger money.
-Your guy?
-Yeah.
The next fights. More truck-stop bullshit?
-No. Duffy.
-I'm not doing it.
Just listen to me for a second, all right?
It ain't that.
We talking about real fucking money here.
Real money.
And like I told you before,
I know fighters.
These bums, they're not even
in your league, man.
We can take this shit.
We?
Yeah, we. You know, it's a team effort.
Yeah, man, it makes sense.
I get punched in the face, you get paid.
-Hey, we all gotta do what we gotta do.
-Yeah, cheers.
Get her!
She's one of my best fighters.
I put together 20 for you.
Feels light.
Yeah. Well, I'm working on it.
I'm thinking tonight,
we'll bring in 150, easy.
Thank you.
I appreciate you doing this, man.
It's cool.
You win this thing, I could finally
be out of debt from this dickhead.
Be free and clear
for the first time in a long time.
Just stay free and clear.
-Is this your guy?
-Yeah.
You look like a tough fuck.
You a middleweight?
You think you got what it takes?
-We'll see.
-We'll see.
-I think we said 3-to-1, right, Max?
-Yeah.
Let's say 5-to-1.
Oh, well, the agreement was three.
Well, it's 5-to-1 or I'm gonna walk.
This guy... He's got balls, huh?
He's got skills to back it.
Skills too?
You got skills to pay the bills?
Why don't you place the bet and find out?
5-to-1?
I'm down with it.
Let's go.
Yeah, yeah, okay.
All right, all right, all right. Yeah.
We got new faces for you here tonight.
No, no, no. Trust me on this one.
I've seen both of these two,
and they're the real fucking contenders.
You're in for a fucking treat. Seriously.
So you know the rules.
You fight until one of you drops.
There are no fucking tap-outs.
We got that?
Got it? Got it?
Let's fucking fight!
No! No!
Come on!
Yes! Let's go! Keep it going!
Yes! Yes!
That's what I'm talking about, goddamn it.
Yes! That's what the fuck
I'm trying to say.
Congratulations.
I fucking told you, Sage.
I fucking told you.
-Hey, knock this win off my principal.
-Understood.
You made me eat my words.
What can I say?
But just give me another chance.
-A chance for what?
-To win my money back.
You against Carter.
No, no, no.
What you say, cowboy?
He ain't no fucking cowboy.
What odds?
Hey, Duffy, listen to me.
You don't have to do this shit, man.
-Double or nothing.
-Triple.
It's triple or nothing,
he keeps all his money, he walks away.
You're a beast.
You got me feeling all warm and fuzzy.
-You good?
-Yeah.
You got a deal.
Where and when?
Here and now.
Let's do it.
Come on!
Come on!
Enough! Enough! Come on! Hey! Hey!
Stop! Stop! Stop!
You got him. All right? All right?
You got him, man.
I gotta tell you, Duffy,
you are one bad motherfucker, man,
but let me tell you something.
This is what I noticed.
You're a little flat-footed
when you're throwing your punches.
You need to get on the balls of them feet,
generate more power that way.
-Is that right?
-I'm telling you.
Here you go.
Lion's share.
Let me ask you something,
and this is real talk here.
Why are you in L.A.?
-Why am I in L.A.?
-Yeah.
It's a family thing.
My mother, she...
She died suddenly a couple years back.
I wasn't here. Nobody was here for her.
Sorry to hear that.
So they put her in some hole somewhere.
Alone.
Anyway, I'm gonna get her a headstone.
I'm gonna get a piece of land
and she's gonna rest in peace.
That's why I'm in L.A.
Sounds like you're doing
the right thing by her.
Underneath it all,
you're a good dude, Duffy.
Maybe that's why you met me.
-Maybe.
-Maybe.
Get some rest, man.
-Hello?
-I got the address to Stan's girl.
-Rachel Bomer?
-Yeah?
We're looking for Stanley Lazare.
He's not here.
We're gonna have to search your home.
Not without a warrant.
Fuck.
-Go.
-What, go? What the fuck are you doing?
-Don't touch me.
-Step aside.
What? You can't just walk in my house.
Don't touch her! Hannah, come here.
Take a seat, both of you!
Let's go. Everything. Everything.
Let's go. Tear it apart.
The kid's room. All of it. Fuck it.
Somebody get out there.
Look through all this fucking shit.
-Get the kid's room.
-I'll go.
All right, let's go. Let's go!
Keep looking.
What's that? Check that fucking shit.
The house is clean.
Fuck.
You're a smart woman, Rachel.
And a mom.
You want what's best for her, right?
Hey, look at me.
Your boyfriend Stan...
he's a piece of shit.
It's in your best interest
to find the money.
God, it's so fucking hard to be a mother.
There's never enough time.
It's okay, baby.
Take it easy.
Where's my money, Rufus?
I'm just gonna need
a little bit more time, okay?
-Wrong answer.
-Jesus!
Fuck, you're making a mess, Rufus.
All right! All right! Take it easy.
All right.
-Let's go! Come on.
-Okay.
Here. Take this. It's all I got right now.
-What is that?
-I'm gonna have the rest next week.
-Next week?
-No!
Tomorrow. Or this is gonna feel
like a fucking massage.
You missed a spot.
Oh, shit.
Friends downtown are concerned.
That's nice. Their concern doesn't
really fucking help, though, does it?
I'm just the messenger, pal.
Your partner is out of control.
Her judgment is fucked.
I heard you ran into a little trouble
with one of your CIs.
-You remember Stan Lazare?
-Yeah. That piece of shit.
Word is he's cleaning money
for Sage Parker.
Well, he was.
Until we trusted him
to move some money for an associate.
And then six figures went missing.
What kind of associate?
Friends from down south.
How much you owe?
Hola, Ridgway.
You've been a tough woman to track down.
Five hundred K.
We got less than a week to cover it.
Five hundred? Friends from the south?
-Got any accounts you can tax?
-Nothing that big that fast.
-Where does Sage come in on this?
-It's on him too.
I'm working on a couple of things
to try to come up with it.
Okay.
My patience is running out.
-It's handled.
-Good.
I would hate to have
to hear about you on the news.
Like I said, it's handled.
I've got a crew. Six guys.
Straight fucking killers with badges.
You can trust them.
If the money's right, we got your back.
Make that happen.
Tick-tock.
Tick-tock.
Oh, fuck.
-You okay?
-You all right?
-No, I'm not okay. Look at this place.
-Holy shit.
-They destroyed everything.
-Why? What'd they say?
-They were looking for Stan.
-Stan?
What is this guy into?
He owned a dry cleaners.
That's all I know.
-That's it?
-Yes.
-What else did they say?
-They were looking for money.
And they asked
about somebody named Sage.
-You know somebody named Sage?
-Sage.
Max, is he coming back here?
Is he coming back? What do I do, Max?
Look, just...
You just sit tight, all right?
Just listen to me. Listen to me.
Just sit tight. Lock the door.
We're gonna be right back, okay?
-Just lock the door. I'll call you.
-No cops. Don't let anybody in.
Okay?
Yo!
Where's Sage at?
I wouldn't.
Hey, he in the office, man.
Come on, man.
-Hey. What the fuck?
-What the fuck?
You send the cops to my house
and rough up my family?
-No, I didn't do shit.
-That's bullshit.
They fucked up my house.
They roughed up my sister!
-What?
-They threatened her!
No, that ain't me.
But I do know
Stan still owes a lot of money
to people much more dangerous than I am.
If you wanna mess with them,
go on ahead.
But it went missing
from your sister's house.
If you're not responsible for it,
who do you think will be?
Listen, just keep your people away
from my family.
All right, well, I'll call off the dogs,
if you pay the debt.
-And you come fight for me.
-Never gonna happen.
All right,
I'll give you 48 hours to decide.
After that, the outcome's
beyond my control, believe me.
Sage, you know what? Fuck this.
Oh, Max, come on.
We're friends. I love you, man.
You want another shot at the title,
tough guy?
You got lucky.
-You got this, baby.
-Yeah.
Hello.
Do I know you?
I know you.
Call me if you want to level up.
Level up?
What the fuck?
What kind of cops do you got here?
Goddamn it.
What the fuck is going on here?
I don't know, man,
but these are bad fucking cops.
Your sister's in trouble, Max.
Hey, I appreciate everything,
but you don't have to do this, all right?
This is my fight.
This is our fight.
It's our fight.
Come on.
-The fuck you doing here?
-I need a fight, ASAP.
-Yeah, well, you better keep looking.
-Fosco. What you got for me, man?
You're not a good person
to be seen with right now, Max.
Sage will hand me my ass
just for talking to you.
-He wants payback.
-I'm trying to get him that payback.
What, is he all of a sudden
hurting to put fists in the ring?
Come on, man.
Between you and I,
we both know he's not the only one
putting on fights in this town.
What about that lady?
You really wanna go there?
Okay.
I'll see what I can do.
-I owe you one.
-I'll remember you said that.
-Hey, look at me. Look at me.
-Can you breathe? Can you breathe?
Put this in the wound.
Put this in the wound.
-Breathe.
-Okay.
You're gonna walk out of here.
Look at me. You're gonna walk out of here.
Duffy, keep the pressure on him.
I'll lift him forward.
It's gonna fucking hurt. Are you ready?
-Three, two, one, go.
-Fuck!
Okay. Okay.
-I want you to stay calm. Relax.
-All right. All right.
-It's nothing. We're gonna go out of here.
-You're okay. You're okay.
-We're gonna take him out of here.
-Yeah. We're gonna get you out of here.
Yeah.
Ford?
We got you, buddy.
-We got you, old boy.
-Hey.
Hey.
Shit.
-We gotta go. We gotta go.
-Goddamn it.
We gotta get him
back to his family, Duff.
We gotta get him
back to his fucking family, okay?
-Come on. Come on.
-Up!
Hey.
-Can't sleep either, huh?
-No.
-Did I wake you?
-No. No.
I'm up all night.
That Hannah, that girl can sleep
through an earthquake.
-You're fine.
-Okay, good.
Thank you. For everything.
Fixing the house.
I appreciate you.
You're welcome.
So tell me about you.
What was it like being in the military?
It was all right at first.
I was really young when I joined.
I was gonna change the world.
-Really?
-Yeah. Till the world changed me.
How so?
Well, I mean,
I saw some bad things, you know.
You don't see the worst parts of humanity
over and over and over again
and not be affected, not be screwed up.
I'm sorry.
Yeah. I lost a lot of good friends.
A lot of good brothers.
I see their faces every night
when I close my eyes.
Every, every single night.
I can't escape it.
That's why I keep moving.
So...
That's my sad story.
It's not that sad.
Come on.
What can I do for you, Fosco?
The question is, what can I do for you?
Well, I'm seriously intrigued.
-Duffy.
-What about him?
You want to know the shit about him?
Word on the street is,
he's put a major dent in your payroll
and he's made you look like a fool.
You think I look like a fool, Fosco?
Well, would I be here if I did?
-Right.
-Max is desperate for another fight.
He wants high stakes.
Fine. Fuck it.
Let's give him what he wants.
See if he can fight with the big dogs.
The real shit. You ready?
-Fosco!
-Yo.
What the fuck?
You really do owe me one, Max.
I had to call in more than one favor
to get you through those doors.
Don't worry. You'll get your cut.
-Yeah?
-Sage will get his too.
Your boy's gotta win first.
Buy-in's in there.
I threw in a little bit for Santiago.
'Cause I like you.
What do you know about this guy?
Well, slower than you,
there's no doubt about that.
But he'll try to use his weight on you.
He'll try to tie you up.
Make sure you keep it moving.
Stay on your toes.
Yo.
The guy you're about to fight
is a fucking cop.
What?
He's as dirty as it comes,
so watch out for anything, okay?
A fight's a fight.
I should handcuff you
to that fucking pole behind me.
Well, as much as I like the sound of that,
if you're talking about Stan the Man,
the guy's a piece of shit.
He was skimming.
He paid for it. He's gone.
I don't think you really understand.
The house was clean.
It's on you.
Oh, no, no, no.
This is on both of us, detective.
If you're thinking
about coming down on me hard,
I'll only come down on you harder.
Twenty-year decorated LAPD detective
Ellen Ridgway...
with dope and money
and the gangs and cartels.
That sounds like
some front-page shit to me.
I got the pics.
High resolution and everything.
Are you ready tonight?
Are you fucking ready tonight for a fight?
Fighters.
Go, Duff.
The rules are there are no rules.
Tonight, these gladiators
are fighting for blood.
They're fighting for respect.
They're fighting for you.
So let's fucking fight!
Let's go, Duff.
Let's go! Come on.
Watch out! Come on. Come on.
Come on, let's go.
Yes!
Bullshit!
Oh, shit.
-Come on.
-Come on!
Yes! Yes!
It's all good. Yes!
Yes!
-Yes!
-We got a winner!
Winner!
-Shit. What the fuck just happened?
-What the fuck just happened?
Your boy just killed a fucking cop.
That's what the fuck just happened.
LAPD!
Everyone clear the fucking place out now!
Get the fuck out!
I'm getting my ass out of fucking town
before Ridgway finds me,
because she'll want your beating heart
on a fucking plate.
Let's go.
Get the hell out of here.
Santiago was undercover.
Gang-related killing.
Put that in the report.
He was a good fucking cop.
He was one of us.
Sage is blackmailing us.
Says he has pictures of us
coming out of the O'Sullivan case.
Then fuck him too.
Just make sure
nothing comes back to haunt us.
Okay.
Shit, Mom, you could have knocked.
You start paying rent,
then I'll start knocking.
-You wanna explain this to me?
-Shit.
"Shit"?
Hannah, what is this doing in our house?
Ask that piece of shit that you're dating.
Excuse me?
You know it's true.
I mean, he is.
Look at the way that he treats you.
He had this money in the house,
knowing that we need it,
and that we're always behind,
always struggling.
And he just forgot that it was there
because he's high all the time.
I hate him!
I hate that you're with him.
I hate the way that he treats you.
I hate that he acts that way
towards you.
-You don't deserve that.
-Okay, baby.
-I was just trying to help.
-I know. I know. It's okay.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean for those cops
to mess up the house.
-Baby, look at me.
-I didn't want anyone to get hurt.
-It is not your fault.
-I'm sorry.
It's my fault.
-I love you.
-I love you.
It's okay.
-Max?
-Listen to me.
I need you to pack some things right now.
Be ready in 15 minutes.
We're almost there.
-What are you talking about?
-I'll explain when we get there.
Wait, Max, listen.
We found the money.
Well, you might as well keep it.
You'll need it.
Just be ready to leave
as soon as we get there.
All right, bye. Pack up. We gotta go.
-What?
-Pack up. Come on, let's go.
Mom!
This is Kincaid. Shots fired.
Wabash and Fourth.
Armed suspect on the premises.
Send backup.
Go, go, go!
-What the fuck is going on?
-In the car.
-Hannah, let's go.
-Come on. Move!
Rachel, come on! Get in the goddamn car.
We gotta go now!
What is going on, Max?
Down!
Down, get down!
-Mom!
-Call 911!
All right. Come on. Call 911!
-All right, all right. Look at me.
-Fuck me.
Look at me, Hannah. You're okay, baby.
You're okay. Look at me.
-Yeah, listen. My niece has been shot.
-Relax. Relax.
Just send someone
the hell down here right now.
-B-O-M-E-R. Yes. Hannah Bomer.
-Look at me. Look at me. It's okay.
I'm her uncle. Just hurry the hell up.
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
-How far?
-Just hang on.
They're just two minutes out. Okay?
The ambulance is two minutes away, baby.
-I don't wanna die.
-You're not gonna die, baby.
You're not gonna die.
Where the fuck are they?
We need to end this tonight.
Let's do it.
Let me get your phone.
For what?
I'm gonna call somebody
that may be able to help us.
Duff!
Hey.
Don't you fucking sneak up
on me like that.
-How you doing, Duff?
-How are you?
Look at you, mate. Haven't changed a bit.
-How you doing, mate?
-Hey.
-That's Max. That's who I'm talking about.
-Max. I'm Don. Nice to meet you.
Take a seat. You guys want a beer?
-Sure.
-Yeah?
-Fucking hell.
-How you been, man?
You know, getting by.
Look at you.
Look at you, man. Fuck me.
-How long's it been?
-About seven years.
-Fuck off.
-Yeah.
I'm not counting or anything, but yeah.
I tried to get in contact with you.
-You did?
-Yeah, I did.
Yeah, I went through a thing, you know.
Yeah. Nah.
It's all right, mate.
Thank you.
Did he fill you in
on all this guy's accomplishments
and the legend that is Duffy?
-Not a clue.
-Fucking legend.
Saved my ass at least twice.
-Probably more.
-Probably.
Yeah. One time in Kenya.
-Yeah, you remember that? And then...
-Mogadishu.
Moga-fucking-dishu. Yeah.
Lucky to get out of that place
in one piece.
Maybe.
So you wanna tell me what's going down?
Going through the shit, man.
His sister is-- His niece is in trouble.
We're dealing
with some crooked fucking cops.
-The worst kind.
-It's bad.
We need guns. We need gear.
We need it tonight.
Well...
there's something in the car.
-In the car?
-Yeah, I got something in the car.
I wasn't sure exactly what you needed,
so I brought a few options.
-Yeah, you did.
-We appreciate this.
Hey, don't worry.
For this guy, whatever you need.
-Fuck.
-I owe you, brother.
You don't owe me, mate.
-So when do we leave?
-We?
-You got nothing to do with this, man.
-I fucking do now.
This isn't your fight.
Since when was any of the shit
that we did over there our fight?
It was never our fucking fight, was it?
Right now, I got a mate
who needs my fucking help.
So whether you like it or not,
I'm coming with you.
Besides, I'm bored out of my fucking mind.
They're here.
Green means go.
Miley, through the front.
Riggs, through the back.
Remember, no arrests tonight,
no paperwork. Toe tags for everyone.
-Where is he? Where is he?
-Hey! Hey!
-Where is he? Where is he?
-Fuck you.
-Where is he?
-Where's Sage? Sage!
We had a fucking deal.
I fight, you leave his family alone.
-And I did. The fuck you talking about?
-The drive-by.
The drive-by at my house,
you fucking asshole.
-They shot my niece!
-I didn't do--
You think this shit is funny, huh?
It's Ridgway.
-Fuck her.
-Where is she?
Where is she?
-Ridgway's a cop.
-I don't give a fuck.
Santiago was a cop.
She's cleaning up loose ends.
We're all fucked.
Light them up!
Max?
Baby!
Fuck.
-Are you okay?
-Look behind you, Lynx.
Baby, are you okay?
I didn't do shit.
I know you didn't do shit.
Max!
You good?
-Max!
-Drop the gun
or I'll shoot him in the head.
-Fuck.
-Drop the fucking gun!
All right, all right.
All right.
How will you get out of this?
It's what I do, Duffy.
It's too bad Sage fucked up.
We could have had some fun.
Fuck off.
-You good?
-Yeah, yeah.
Fuck!
Am I dying?
I can't...
-Come on.
-Help me up.
-Let me see.
-Fuck.
The goddamn thing actually works.
You're welcome.
Oh, fuck.
You're all right. You are all right, man.
Sorry, brother.
I'm sorry.
Don't be sorry.
All right. All right. All right.
Look at me. Walk you out of here.
-Duff?
-Yeah.
I'm gonna walk you out of here.
I'll walk you out of here.
-Duff?
-Yeah.
I missed you, man.
I missed you.
I missed you too.
Hey, I'm sorry, man.
You okay?
-Yeah. Yeah, I'm good.
-Okay, good.
Hey, Duff, come on, man.
We gotta go.
-Go, man. You go. Get out of here.
-No.
Listen to me. We go together.
That's it. Together.
Okay.
All right.
Morning, John.
We are live here in downtown,
where last night police are saying
a massive shootout took place
between local law enforcement
and drug traffickers.
At least ten are dead,
including veteran detectives
Ray Kincaid and Ellen Ridgway,
who tragically lost their lives
in the line of duty.
Ridgway was a highly decorated officer,
who, according to the department,
served her district
with passion and honor.
And her loss will leave a void
in the community she served
for years to come.
Hey, Rachel, it's Duff.
Look, I just wanted to say thank you...
looking out for me, you know,
taking in a stranger. I appreciate it.
Sorry I won't be there for Hannah
when she wakes up.
But she is strong, like her mama.
She'll be fine.
Anyway, I gotta take off for a while,
till this whole thing dies down.
Cops, they look out for cops.
Good or bad.
As for the money...
I took what I needed
for a proper headstone for my mom.
Somewhere I know she's gonna be happy.
Keep the rest for you guys.
Keep Max out of trouble.
He's a good man.
Keep that spare room ready, okay?
You never know when I might pop in
to see you guys.
I'll see you again.
Duff.
that we can't really get spots on ground.
Jimmy, hey, we're on the west side,
left-hand side of the valley,
approaching one now.
Go! Now! Move!
Watch it.
Hey, Duff! Ford's been hit.
We gotta go back for him.
Let's move.
-Duff, let's go!
-Go!
Come on!
Contact!
On me. Let's go. Come on.
Hey. Let me see.
You're okay. Look at me. Look at me.
You're okay. You're okay.
I need you to breathe. Breathe.
Hey, we don't fucking die.
We don't fucking die.
Thanks a lot, brother.
What can I get you, papi?
Anything cold.
Yeah, that's right.
Go ahead, deal them up.
Motherfucker.
Fuck me.
You got a problem, chief?
No, no problem here.
I was wondering
if you could get one more in.
You got money,
we'd be happy to take it off you.
-What's the buy-in?
-Two hundred dollars.
What about this?
Make room for the stranger, boys.
He just paid for a place.
Two hundred dollars.
Don't spend it all at once.
I see you, and I'm all in.
Quite a poker face you have, chief.
Only face I got.
Just showed you my ball sack.
What you gonna do?
I'm a little light.
Yeah, you are.
The fuck you think you're doing?
I'm winning.
Fucking son of a bitch.
You're a fucking cheater.
Give me the watch.
Try and take it, asshole.
I think I'll just let my boys decide.
Hey!
Jesus fucking Christ!
You are a bad motherfucker.
I can't kick your ass.
I should shoot you
right where you fucking stand.
I'm standing right here.
You ain't taking my bike.
You can keep the fucking bike.
I'm taking my money
and I'm taking my watch.
You fucking guys are pathetic.
Jesus Christ!
How you doing?
Fosco.
Yeah, that's right. It's Max.
Yeah. I'm back in town, baby.
Hey, listen, let me ask you a question.
Still having that thing tomorrow?
Yeah, I'll be there.
And I'm bringing a friend with me too.
-Hey.
-Hey.
I know you?
No, I just wanted to--
All right, we'll go with the hard sell.
All right, look.
The name's Max.
I was in the bar last night.
I saw you in action.
I gotta tell you,
you got some amazing skills, my friend.
So, look, how about this?
How about you let a brother
buy you breakfast while you hear me out?
You know, some eggs, some bacon,
maybe a little chorizo.
Listen...
if you don't like what I have to say,
if you're not interested,
then, hey, we can just part ways.
No harm, no foul.
Besides, breakfast is the cheapest meal
of the day anyway.
I know you don't know me,
but I know fighters.
And that skillset you got there
could be a fucking gold mine...
if it were to be exploited
by the right per--
That's a great speech, man.
I got no desire to be exploited.
-Just--
-My country did that.
All right, look, just tell me...
how much money did you make last night?
Enough.
Enough for what?
One, maybe two more nights
in some shitty motel?
What if you could make enough
to stay in a decent place for,
I don't know, a month? Maybe even more.
I would tell you
that I'm not one for laying down roots.
There has to be something
that you want, right?
Come on. Something that you need.
Everybody needs something.
I don't need anything, man.
Everything I need is right in that bag.
I can tell you
what you're not gonna find in that bag.
Enlighten me.
An outlet.
Yeah.
I saw you last night.
More importantly,
I saw that look in your face.
That look in your eyes.
You didn't just wanna
choke that clown out.
You wanted to make sure he understood
that you had something that
you were trying to prove to the world--
Hey. Don't think
that you fucking know me.
-I didn't say that I know you.
-Don't.
I didn't say that I know you.
But I do know that fucking look.
It's the same look my brother had
when he came home from Afghanistan.
It was probably the same look he had
when he put that goddamn Glock
in his mouth and he squeezed the trigger.
Last night I did what I had to do.
That's it.
Yeah. I understand that.
But you got a lot of anger inside you...
and if you don't find a way
to let that shit out,
it's gonna eat you alive.
You're full of shit.
And if you don't get it out,
that shit will eat you alive.
You know, you are one
hard fucking sell, my friend.
I don't even know what you're selling.
Then why not let me show you?
Place your bet, you fucking motherfuckers.
You degenerate assholes.
Wanna tell me what the hell's going on?
This, my friend,
this is your fucking outlet.
My outlet?
-Is this what I think it is?
-What do you want me to say, huh?
You know the first rule of fight club.
Just wait here.
-My man.
-Yo, Maxie, what's up?
What's up, brother? How you doing, man?
Listen up, man. I need to talk to you.
My man right there.
He's good, I'm telling you.
Okay? Do me one solid.
Okay, no more bets, assholes.
No more bets, pendejos. That's it.
No more fucking bets.
Okay, come on.
Go! Get the fuck back there. Come on.
It's my fucking turn to speak. Come on.
So you all know the rules.
The guy at the hospital afterwards
is the winner.
The loser is the guy at the morgue.
In a real fight,
there are no fucking rules.
Are you ready? Are you ready?
Are you ready? So let's fucking fight!
Come on, bitch.
Come on.
Yeah! That's right.
Too slow, bitch. Come on.
Yeah, yeah?
Yeah!
Get this piece of shit out of here.
Get him out.
You suck. You kidding me?
Get the fuck out.
Okay, now for those
who aren't already broke and destitute,
we got a special event.
You know Karloff.
Karloff!
Hold on! Hold on. No!
Hey, hey! Shut the fuck up.
I know some of you are eager
to put your money on this guy,
on the big boy,
aka Frankenstein's monster.
But you know what?
We have an unknown quantity for you
to risk your hard-earned cash on.
Today, I'm gonna give you--
Maxie, what's your boy's name?
Oh, shit.
What the hell is your name, anyway?
-Spit it out.
-No fucking way.
-What are you talking about?
-No fucking way.
Can't leave me standing here.
I bought you breakfast.
-Bought me fucking breakfast?
-Yeah.
Cheapest meal of the fucking day.
No harm, no foul.
No fucking way.
Looks like we have ourselves
a fucking pussy here.
Is that it? Are you a wet fucking pussy?
You fucking coward!
You fucking coward!
You heard me. You're a fucking coward.
You know what, guys? If he stays,
I'll give you 10-to-1 on the wet pussy.
Do your thing.
You degenerate motherfuckers.
Go get him.
Easy fucking money, Max.
You should get your head examined.
Yeah.
Yeah! Yeah! Yes!
Yes! Yes!
Easy fucking money, huh?
Yeah, my ass. Pay up.
Come on. Thank you.
Fuck.
-Hey, hold up.
-Cop car!
Motherfucker!
Rolled just in time, baby.
Don't make me regret this.
What you got to regret, huh?
You just kicked some fucking ass.
Oh, I almost forgot.
Here you go.
What's this?
-Your winnings.
-My winnings?
Yeah. For the fight.
I didn't place a bet.
I did, on your behalf.
You used my fucking money?
Look, you handed me your bag.
I saw the money inside, all right?
Fosco was offering 10-to-1 on you winning.
I saw your skills.
I knew you couldn't lose.
My skills.
So why didn't you use your own money?
I would have, except I spent all of mine
buying you breakfast.
Oh, and just for full transparency,
I took a little commission on that.
For, you know, administrative costs.
Administrative costs?
Hey...
-You got a place to stay in L.A.?
-Nah, not yet.
Don't worry about that. I've got you.
Oh, well, if you got me...
I feel much better.
I'm glad you do.
What is wrong with you?
What are you looking for?
-Baby, what are you looking for?
-Nothing. Nothing!
I'm not looking for anything.
Just watch out.
-It's all good. It's all good, baby.
-Mom?
-Did you take my stuff?
-What?
-Did you take my stuff?
-Calm down.
-Mom!
-Oh, baby.
-You ass!
-Don't touch me.
-Go! Get out! Get the fuck out!
-No! Come on. No!
Mom?
-Get the fuck out! Get out! Get out!
-Baby! Baby!
-Get the fuck out!
-Hey!
-No!
-Stan, get the fuck out of my house.
-Hey! Hey! What's this?
-You can't do this.
Who the fuck are you, man?
Get the fuck out of here.
-You okay?
-I'm fine.
-You sure?
-I'm fine.
-Hey.
-When the fuck did you get out?
Just in time.
Who the fuck is it?
Fuck.
-What's up, Stan?
-No, man. Fuck.
-Where you going, Stan?
-I'm packing to come see fucking Sage.
It's all good.
Let's go. Sage is waiting.
It's good. It's good.
Go ahead. I'll follow you.
I don't give a fuck.
-I don't give a fuck. Let's go. Let's go.
-Come on, man. I don't wanna...
Do we have to go there?
I know what the fuck is--
Let's go.
Stan.
Stan the Man. How you doing, baby?
Sage.
Good to see you.
Yeah, good to see you, Stan.
-We got a problem.
-We do?
There's a problem? Yeah.
The problem is your books are light.
There's a shitload of money missing
and nobody's telling me anything.
So, what the fuck?
Where's my money?
Are we talking about my money?
Now, see here? You make me look bad
in front of the company.
You both got it all wrong, though.
Oh, good, so there's no problem.
I've got your money. It's just--
Whoa, you fucking bitch.
Sage, come on. You know me.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Just...
It's all right, baby.
It's your lucky day.
Hi.
Come here.
If you tell me the truth,
I won't be upset.
Come on, Stan. Think, fucker.
I know where it is.
It's at my girlfriend's house.
We can go get it right now.
We can get in my car and go.
Do you know what he's talking about?
Please.
Good. Then you clean up the fucking mess.
Fuck me! Come on. He was an earner.
If you don't get me my fucking money,
you'll be dealing with people
that make me look like Snow White.
How am I supposed to get
the money from him now?
Handle the fucking body.
-Are we good?
-No, we're fucking not.
-The money?
-I don't wanna fucking talk about it.
Kincaid.
Shit. Give us 20 minutes.
Gang shooting, six dead.
Shocker.
Look at you. Building and fixing things.
Well, Max said I had to earn my keep.
-Thank you.
-You're welcome.
Oh, I fixed your sink too.
It had no pressure.
-What? That's amazing. Thank you.
-You're welcome.
It's nice to have
some real help around here.
Oh, and I fixed your bathroom light.
You're welcome.
-Thank you.
-Yeah.
Get-- Go in the house.
-Thank you.
-You're welcome.
Sage.
Max Bomer. I heard you were out.
Yeah. Made parole about two weeks ago.
Two weeks?
Man, that's a long time.
I thought we were friends, Max.
I didn't hear from you once.
You didn't call. You didn't DM me.
I was on the road, all right?
But I'm here now.
Yes, you are.
Where's my fucking money?
Now, look, obviously it's not all of it.
But it's just, you know,
a good faith gesture, you know.
-Oh, is that it?
-Yeah.
That's nice. I appreciate that.
I don't think it's gonna cut it, though,
because it's like 39 short.
Thirty-nine?
No, no, no. When I went away, it was 20.
You think the juice stopped
when you went inside?
Max, you know, they wanted
to fuck you up when you were in there,
and I wouldn't let them, you know why?
You're a fucking degenerate, but you're
a degenerate with a heart of gold,
who loves his family and wouldn't want
anything to happen to them.
Don't even think about
going near my family.
Keep them out of it.
This buys you one week.
Why don't you let me earn it?
-In the ring.
-No, those days are gone, Max.
I'm not talking about me. I got a guy.
He's good. He's real good.
Now, look, all I need
is one fight to prove it.
Yeah.
-Hey, Carter.
-Yeah, boss?
What do you say?
What's that?
Should we give
our old friend here a break?
I say you let me beat his ass,
throw him in the fucking river.
Yes. The guy's hardcore.
Come on. Look, just--
I don't know. Give me 3-to-1.
My guy against any one of your guys.
You sure you wanna take
that kind of bet against me?
What have I got to lose?
-You could always pick fighters, Max.
-Thank you.
Can't bet sports for shit,
but we wouldn't be here if you could.
Well, all right.
I'll set you up one fight, 3-to-1.
That's a bet.
Who's this fighter you're talking about?
You wouldn't know him.
That's my dad's bag.
His left hook was better, though.
-What you know about boxing?
-He taught me a little something.
-Oh, he taught you a little something?
-Yeah.
-It's good on him for doing that.
-Yeah, well, he died.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Must have been tough for you.
Hannah, baby, I need you to empty
all the trash when you come in, please.
-Yes, ma'am.
-Thank you.
-You hungry?
-I'm always hungry.
Good. Dinner will be ready soon.
Sweet kid you got there.
Yeah, I know.
Hey.
-Something smells good.
-Thanks.
Oh, I left some fresh towels out for you.
Okay. Thanks.
You're welcome.
Thank you, really.
For what?
Taking me in. I feel like a stray.
I always had love for the strays.
Ever since I was little, actually.
I remember
there was this cute little puppy
that used to run around the neighborhood.
And I wanted to keep it so bad,
but my dad would not let me have it.
So I hid it and I fed it for two weeks.
Did he change his mind?
No. He took it to the pound
and had it put to sleep.
-No.
-Said it was to teach me a lesson.
-Oh, that's rough.
-It was.
-Did it?
-No.
I still got love for the stray.
Hey.
Well, look who decided to show up.
I missed it.
-You did. At the dinner table.
-You did.
I'm sorry about that.
Since you've been gone,
Duffy fixed almost ten things.
At least.
You should have seen him.
He was like Bob the Builder.
Thank you for helping out.
Still the same old Max.
Hannah, will you help me
do the dishes, please?
-Please?
-Yeah.
-Thank you.
-Smells good.
Thank you. Thank you.
-It was good.
-It was great.
-This is a good family, man.
-Yeah. Yeah.
Where you been?
You wanna know where I've been?
-Yeah.
-You sure?
Yeah.
-I've been setting up the next things.
-The next thing?
Man, we haven't done the first thing.
Listen, I talked to my guy.
He says he can get us in
on these next fights.
I'm talking bigger venues, bigger money.
-Your guy?
-Yeah.
The next fights. More truck-stop bullshit?
-No. Duffy.
-I'm not doing it.
Just listen to me for a second, all right?
It ain't that.
We talking about real fucking money here.
Real money.
And like I told you before,
I know fighters.
These bums, they're not even
in your league, man.
We can take this shit.
We?
Yeah, we. You know, it's a team effort.
Yeah, man, it makes sense.
I get punched in the face, you get paid.
-Hey, we all gotta do what we gotta do.
-Yeah, cheers.
Get her!
She's one of my best fighters.
I put together 20 for you.
Feels light.
Yeah. Well, I'm working on it.
I'm thinking tonight,
we'll bring in 150, easy.
Thank you.
I appreciate you doing this, man.
It's cool.
You win this thing, I could finally
be out of debt from this dickhead.
Be free and clear
for the first time in a long time.
Just stay free and clear.
-Is this your guy?
-Yeah.
You look like a tough fuck.
You a middleweight?
You think you got what it takes?
-We'll see.
-We'll see.
-I think we said 3-to-1, right, Max?
-Yeah.
Let's say 5-to-1.
Oh, well, the agreement was three.
Well, it's 5-to-1 or I'm gonna walk.
This guy... He's got balls, huh?
He's got skills to back it.
Skills too?
You got skills to pay the bills?
Why don't you place the bet and find out?
5-to-1?
I'm down with it.
Let's go.
Yeah, yeah, okay.
All right, all right, all right. Yeah.
We got new faces for you here tonight.
No, no, no. Trust me on this one.
I've seen both of these two,
and they're the real fucking contenders.
You're in for a fucking treat. Seriously.
So you know the rules.
You fight until one of you drops.
There are no fucking tap-outs.
We got that?
Got it? Got it?
Let's fucking fight!
No! No!
Come on!
Yes! Let's go! Keep it going!
Yes! Yes!
That's what I'm talking about, goddamn it.
Yes! That's what the fuck
I'm trying to say.
Congratulations.
I fucking told you, Sage.
I fucking told you.
-Hey, knock this win off my principal.
-Understood.
You made me eat my words.
What can I say?
But just give me another chance.
-A chance for what?
-To win my money back.
You against Carter.
No, no, no.
What you say, cowboy?
He ain't no fucking cowboy.
What odds?
Hey, Duffy, listen to me.
You don't have to do this shit, man.
-Double or nothing.
-Triple.
It's triple or nothing,
he keeps all his money, he walks away.
You're a beast.
You got me feeling all warm and fuzzy.
-You good?
-Yeah.
You got a deal.
Where and when?
Here and now.
Let's do it.
Come on!
Come on!
Enough! Enough! Come on! Hey! Hey!
Stop! Stop! Stop!
You got him. All right? All right?
You got him, man.
I gotta tell you, Duffy,
you are one bad motherfucker, man,
but let me tell you something.
This is what I noticed.
You're a little flat-footed
when you're throwing your punches.
You need to get on the balls of them feet,
generate more power that way.
-Is that right?
-I'm telling you.
Here you go.
Lion's share.
Let me ask you something,
and this is real talk here.
Why are you in L.A.?
-Why am I in L.A.?
-Yeah.
It's a family thing.
My mother, she...
She died suddenly a couple years back.
I wasn't here. Nobody was here for her.
Sorry to hear that.
So they put her in some hole somewhere.
Alone.
Anyway, I'm gonna get her a headstone.
I'm gonna get a piece of land
and she's gonna rest in peace.
That's why I'm in L.A.
Sounds like you're doing
the right thing by her.
Underneath it all,
you're a good dude, Duffy.
Maybe that's why you met me.
-Maybe.
-Maybe.
Get some rest, man.
-Hello?
-I got the address to Stan's girl.
-Rachel Bomer?
-Yeah?
We're looking for Stanley Lazare.
He's not here.
We're gonna have to search your home.
Not without a warrant.
Fuck.
-Go.
-What, go? What the fuck are you doing?
-Don't touch me.
-Step aside.
What? You can't just walk in my house.
Don't touch her! Hannah, come here.
Take a seat, both of you!
Let's go. Everything. Everything.
Let's go. Tear it apart.
The kid's room. All of it. Fuck it.
Somebody get out there.
Look through all this fucking shit.
-Get the kid's room.
-I'll go.
All right, let's go. Let's go!
Keep looking.
What's that? Check that fucking shit.
The house is clean.
Fuck.
You're a smart woman, Rachel.
And a mom.
You want what's best for her, right?
Hey, look at me.
Your boyfriend Stan...
he's a piece of shit.
It's in your best interest
to find the money.
God, it's so fucking hard to be a mother.
There's never enough time.
It's okay, baby.
Take it easy.
Where's my money, Rufus?
I'm just gonna need
a little bit more time, okay?
-Wrong answer.
-Jesus!
Fuck, you're making a mess, Rufus.
All right! All right! Take it easy.
All right.
-Let's go! Come on.
-Okay.
Here. Take this. It's all I got right now.
-What is that?
-I'm gonna have the rest next week.
-Next week?
-No!
Tomorrow. Or this is gonna feel
like a fucking massage.
You missed a spot.
Oh, shit.
Friends downtown are concerned.
That's nice. Their concern doesn't
really fucking help, though, does it?
I'm just the messenger, pal.
Your partner is out of control.
Her judgment is fucked.
I heard you ran into a little trouble
with one of your CIs.
-You remember Stan Lazare?
-Yeah. That piece of shit.
Word is he's cleaning money
for Sage Parker.
Well, he was.
Until we trusted him
to move some money for an associate.
And then six figures went missing.
What kind of associate?
Friends from down south.
How much you owe?
Hola, Ridgway.
You've been a tough woman to track down.
Five hundred K.
We got less than a week to cover it.
Five hundred? Friends from the south?
-Got any accounts you can tax?
-Nothing that big that fast.
-Where does Sage come in on this?
-It's on him too.
I'm working on a couple of things
to try to come up with it.
Okay.
My patience is running out.
-It's handled.
-Good.
I would hate to have
to hear about you on the news.
Like I said, it's handled.
I've got a crew. Six guys.
Straight fucking killers with badges.
You can trust them.
If the money's right, we got your back.
Make that happen.
Tick-tock.
Tick-tock.
Oh, fuck.
-You okay?
-You all right?
-No, I'm not okay. Look at this place.
-Holy shit.
-They destroyed everything.
-Why? What'd they say?
-They were looking for Stan.
-Stan?
What is this guy into?
He owned a dry cleaners.
That's all I know.
-That's it?
-Yes.
-What else did they say?
-They were looking for money.
And they asked
about somebody named Sage.
-You know somebody named Sage?
-Sage.
Max, is he coming back here?
Is he coming back? What do I do, Max?
Look, just...
You just sit tight, all right?
Just listen to me. Listen to me.
Just sit tight. Lock the door.
We're gonna be right back, okay?
-Just lock the door. I'll call you.
-No cops. Don't let anybody in.
Okay?
Yo!
Where's Sage at?
I wouldn't.
Hey, he in the office, man.
Come on, man.
-Hey. What the fuck?
-What the fuck?
You send the cops to my house
and rough up my family?
-No, I didn't do shit.
-That's bullshit.
They fucked up my house.
They roughed up my sister!
-What?
-They threatened her!
No, that ain't me.
But I do know
Stan still owes a lot of money
to people much more dangerous than I am.
If you wanna mess with them,
go on ahead.
But it went missing
from your sister's house.
If you're not responsible for it,
who do you think will be?
Listen, just keep your people away
from my family.
All right, well, I'll call off the dogs,
if you pay the debt.
-And you come fight for me.
-Never gonna happen.
All right,
I'll give you 48 hours to decide.
After that, the outcome's
beyond my control, believe me.
Sage, you know what? Fuck this.
Oh, Max, come on.
We're friends. I love you, man.
You want another shot at the title,
tough guy?
You got lucky.
-You got this, baby.
-Yeah.
Hello.
Do I know you?
I know you.
Call me if you want to level up.
Level up?
What the fuck?
What kind of cops do you got here?
Goddamn it.
What the fuck is going on here?
I don't know, man,
but these are bad fucking cops.
Your sister's in trouble, Max.
Hey, I appreciate everything,
but you don't have to do this, all right?
This is my fight.
This is our fight.
It's our fight.
Come on.
-The fuck you doing here?
-I need a fight, ASAP.
-Yeah, well, you better keep looking.
-Fosco. What you got for me, man?
You're not a good person
to be seen with right now, Max.
Sage will hand me my ass
just for talking to you.
-He wants payback.
-I'm trying to get him that payback.
What, is he all of a sudden
hurting to put fists in the ring?
Come on, man.
Between you and I,
we both know he's not the only one
putting on fights in this town.
What about that lady?
You really wanna go there?
Okay.
I'll see what I can do.
-I owe you one.
-I'll remember you said that.
-Hey, look at me. Look at me.
-Can you breathe? Can you breathe?
Put this in the wound.
Put this in the wound.
-Breathe.
-Okay.
You're gonna walk out of here.
Look at me. You're gonna walk out of here.
Duffy, keep the pressure on him.
I'll lift him forward.
It's gonna fucking hurt. Are you ready?
-Three, two, one, go.
-Fuck!
Okay. Okay.
-I want you to stay calm. Relax.
-All right. All right.
-It's nothing. We're gonna go out of here.
-You're okay. You're okay.
-We're gonna take him out of here.
-Yeah. We're gonna get you out of here.
Yeah.
Ford?
We got you, buddy.
-We got you, old boy.
-Hey.
Hey.
Shit.
-We gotta go. We gotta go.
-Goddamn it.
We gotta get him
back to his family, Duff.
We gotta get him
back to his fucking family, okay?
-Come on. Come on.
-Up!
Hey.
-Can't sleep either, huh?
-No.
-Did I wake you?
-No. No.
I'm up all night.
That Hannah, that girl can sleep
through an earthquake.
-You're fine.
-Okay, good.
Thank you. For everything.
Fixing the house.
I appreciate you.
You're welcome.
So tell me about you.
What was it like being in the military?
It was all right at first.
I was really young when I joined.
I was gonna change the world.
-Really?
-Yeah. Till the world changed me.
How so?
Well, I mean,
I saw some bad things, you know.
You don't see the worst parts of humanity
over and over and over again
and not be affected, not be screwed up.
I'm sorry.
Yeah. I lost a lot of good friends.
A lot of good brothers.
I see their faces every night
when I close my eyes.
Every, every single night.
I can't escape it.
That's why I keep moving.
So...
That's my sad story.
It's not that sad.
Come on.
What can I do for you, Fosco?
The question is, what can I do for you?
Well, I'm seriously intrigued.
-Duffy.
-What about him?
You want to know the shit about him?
Word on the street is,
he's put a major dent in your payroll
and he's made you look like a fool.
You think I look like a fool, Fosco?
Well, would I be here if I did?
-Right.
-Max is desperate for another fight.
He wants high stakes.
Fine. Fuck it.
Let's give him what he wants.
See if he can fight with the big dogs.
The real shit. You ready?
-Fosco!
-Yo.
What the fuck?
You really do owe me one, Max.
I had to call in more than one favor
to get you through those doors.
Don't worry. You'll get your cut.
-Yeah?
-Sage will get his too.
Your boy's gotta win first.
Buy-in's in there.
I threw in a little bit for Santiago.
'Cause I like you.
What do you know about this guy?
Well, slower than you,
there's no doubt about that.
But he'll try to use his weight on you.
He'll try to tie you up.
Make sure you keep it moving.
Stay on your toes.
Yo.
The guy you're about to fight
is a fucking cop.
What?
He's as dirty as it comes,
so watch out for anything, okay?
A fight's a fight.
I should handcuff you
to that fucking pole behind me.
Well, as much as I like the sound of that,
if you're talking about Stan the Man,
the guy's a piece of shit.
He was skimming.
He paid for it. He's gone.
I don't think you really understand.
The house was clean.
It's on you.
Oh, no, no, no.
This is on both of us, detective.
If you're thinking
about coming down on me hard,
I'll only come down on you harder.
Twenty-year decorated LAPD detective
Ellen Ridgway...
with dope and money
and the gangs and cartels.
That sounds like
some front-page shit to me.
I got the pics.
High resolution and everything.
Are you ready tonight?
Are you fucking ready tonight for a fight?
Fighters.
Go, Duff.
The rules are there are no rules.
Tonight, these gladiators
are fighting for blood.
They're fighting for respect.
They're fighting for you.
So let's fucking fight!
Let's go, Duff.
Let's go! Come on.
Watch out! Come on. Come on.
Come on, let's go.
Yes!
Bullshit!
Oh, shit.
-Come on.
-Come on!
Yes! Yes!
It's all good. Yes!
Yes!
-Yes!
-We got a winner!
Winner!
-Shit. What the fuck just happened?
-What the fuck just happened?
Your boy just killed a fucking cop.
That's what the fuck just happened.
LAPD!
Everyone clear the fucking place out now!
Get the fuck out!
I'm getting my ass out of fucking town
before Ridgway finds me,
because she'll want your beating heart
on a fucking plate.
Let's go.
Get the hell out of here.
Santiago was undercover.
Gang-related killing.
Put that in the report.
He was a good fucking cop.
He was one of us.
Sage is blackmailing us.
Says he has pictures of us
coming out of the O'Sullivan case.
Then fuck him too.
Just make sure
nothing comes back to haunt us.
Okay.
Shit, Mom, you could have knocked.
You start paying rent,
then I'll start knocking.
-You wanna explain this to me?
-Shit.
"Shit"?
Hannah, what is this doing in our house?
Ask that piece of shit that you're dating.
Excuse me?
You know it's true.
I mean, he is.
Look at the way that he treats you.
He had this money in the house,
knowing that we need it,
and that we're always behind,
always struggling.
And he just forgot that it was there
because he's high all the time.
I hate him!
I hate that you're with him.
I hate the way that he treats you.
I hate that he acts that way
towards you.
-You don't deserve that.
-Okay, baby.
-I was just trying to help.
-I know. I know. It's okay.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean for those cops
to mess up the house.
-Baby, look at me.
-I didn't want anyone to get hurt.
-It is not your fault.
-I'm sorry.
It's my fault.
-I love you.
-I love you.
It's okay.
-Max?
-Listen to me.
I need you to pack some things right now.
Be ready in 15 minutes.
We're almost there.
-What are you talking about?
-I'll explain when we get there.
Wait, Max, listen.
We found the money.
Well, you might as well keep it.
You'll need it.
Just be ready to leave
as soon as we get there.
All right, bye. Pack up. We gotta go.
-What?
-Pack up. Come on, let's go.
Mom!
This is Kincaid. Shots fired.
Wabash and Fourth.
Armed suspect on the premises.
Send backup.
Go, go, go!
-What the fuck is going on?
-In the car.
-Hannah, let's go.
-Come on. Move!
Rachel, come on! Get in the goddamn car.
We gotta go now!
What is going on, Max?
Down!
Down, get down!
-Mom!
-Call 911!
All right. Come on. Call 911!
-All right, all right. Look at me.
-Fuck me.
Look at me, Hannah. You're okay, baby.
You're okay. Look at me.
-Yeah, listen. My niece has been shot.
-Relax. Relax.
Just send someone
the hell down here right now.
-B-O-M-E-R. Yes. Hannah Bomer.
-Look at me. Look at me. It's okay.
I'm her uncle. Just hurry the hell up.
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
-How far?
-Just hang on.
They're just two minutes out. Okay?
The ambulance is two minutes away, baby.
-I don't wanna die.
-You're not gonna die, baby.
You're not gonna die.
Where the fuck are they?
We need to end this tonight.
Let's do it.
Let me get your phone.
For what?
I'm gonna call somebody
that may be able to help us.
Duff!
Hey.
Don't you fucking sneak up
on me like that.
-How you doing, Duff?
-How are you?
Look at you, mate. Haven't changed a bit.
-How you doing, mate?
-Hey.
-That's Max. That's who I'm talking about.
-Max. I'm Don. Nice to meet you.
Take a seat. You guys want a beer?
-Sure.
-Yeah?
-Fucking hell.
-How you been, man?
You know, getting by.
Look at you.
Look at you, man. Fuck me.
-How long's it been?
-About seven years.
-Fuck off.
-Yeah.
I'm not counting or anything, but yeah.
I tried to get in contact with you.
-You did?
-Yeah, I did.
Yeah, I went through a thing, you know.
Yeah. Nah.
It's all right, mate.
Thank you.
Did he fill you in
on all this guy's accomplishments
and the legend that is Duffy?
-Not a clue.
-Fucking legend.
Saved my ass at least twice.
-Probably more.
-Probably.
Yeah. One time in Kenya.
-Yeah, you remember that? And then...
-Mogadishu.
Moga-fucking-dishu. Yeah.
Lucky to get out of that place
in one piece.
Maybe.
So you wanna tell me what's going down?
Going through the shit, man.
His sister is-- His niece is in trouble.
We're dealing
with some crooked fucking cops.
-The worst kind.
-It's bad.
We need guns. We need gear.
We need it tonight.
Well...
there's something in the car.
-In the car?
-Yeah, I got something in the car.
I wasn't sure exactly what you needed,
so I brought a few options.
-Yeah, you did.
-We appreciate this.
Hey, don't worry.
For this guy, whatever you need.
-Fuck.
-I owe you, brother.
You don't owe me, mate.
-So when do we leave?
-We?
-You got nothing to do with this, man.
-I fucking do now.
This isn't your fight.
Since when was any of the shit
that we did over there our fight?
It was never our fucking fight, was it?
Right now, I got a mate
who needs my fucking help.
So whether you like it or not,
I'm coming with you.
Besides, I'm bored out of my fucking mind.
They're here.
Green means go.
Miley, through the front.
Riggs, through the back.
Remember, no arrests tonight,
no paperwork. Toe tags for everyone.
-Where is he? Where is he?
-Hey! Hey!
-Where is he? Where is he?
-Fuck you.
-Where is he?
-Where's Sage? Sage!
We had a fucking deal.
I fight, you leave his family alone.
-And I did. The fuck you talking about?
-The drive-by.
The drive-by at my house,
you fucking asshole.
-They shot my niece!
-I didn't do--
You think this shit is funny, huh?
It's Ridgway.
-Fuck her.
-Where is she?
Where is she?
-Ridgway's a cop.
-I don't give a fuck.
Santiago was a cop.
She's cleaning up loose ends.
We're all fucked.
Light them up!
Max?
Baby!
Fuck.
-Are you okay?
-Look behind you, Lynx.
Baby, are you okay?
I didn't do shit.
I know you didn't do shit.
Max!
You good?
-Max!
-Drop the gun
or I'll shoot him in the head.
-Fuck.
-Drop the fucking gun!
All right, all right.
All right.
How will you get out of this?
It's what I do, Duffy.
It's too bad Sage fucked up.
We could have had some fun.
Fuck off.
-You good?
-Yeah, yeah.
Fuck!
Am I dying?
I can't...
-Come on.
-Help me up.
-Let me see.
-Fuck.
The goddamn thing actually works.
You're welcome.
Oh, fuck.
You're all right. You are all right, man.
Sorry, brother.
I'm sorry.
Don't be sorry.
All right. All right. All right.
Look at me. Walk you out of here.
-Duff?
-Yeah.
I'm gonna walk you out of here.
I'll walk you out of here.
-Duff?
-Yeah.
I missed you, man.
I missed you.
I missed you too.
Hey, I'm sorry, man.
You okay?
-Yeah. Yeah, I'm good.
-Okay, good.
Hey, Duff, come on, man.
We gotta go.
-Go, man. You go. Get out of here.
-No.
Listen to me. We go together.
That's it. Together.
Okay.
All right.
Morning, John.
We are live here in downtown,
where last night police are saying
a massive shootout took place
between local law enforcement
and drug traffickers.
At least ten are dead,
including veteran detectives
Ray Kincaid and Ellen Ridgway,
who tragically lost their lives
in the line of duty.
Ridgway was a highly decorated officer,
who, according to the department,
served her district
with passion and honor.
And her loss will leave a void
in the community she served
for years to come.
Hey, Rachel, it's Duff.
Look, I just wanted to say thank you...
looking out for me, you know,
taking in a stranger. I appreciate it.
Sorry I won't be there for Hannah
when she wakes up.
But she is strong, like her mama.
She'll be fine.
Anyway, I gotta take off for a while,
till this whole thing dies down.
Cops, they look out for cops.
Good or bad.
As for the money...
I took what I needed
for a proper headstone for my mom.
Somewhere I know she's gonna be happy.
Keep the rest for you guys.
Keep Max out of trouble.
He's a good man.
Keep that spare room ready, okay?
You never know when I might pop in
to see you guys.
I'll see you again.
Duff.