Kingdom (2014) s03e01 Episode Script

1 Officer Cassell: Sir.
Sir, wake up.
[Police radio chatter, helicopter blades whirring.]
Sir, hello? Sir, I need you to wake up.
Sir! [Sea birds crying.]
Wake the fuck up! - Hey! - Oh! Sir, how you doing this morning? What's your name? [Horn honks in distance.]
[Children shouting playfully.]
Sir, do you have a driver's license? Identification? Kulina.
Sir, we need to see a driver's license.
Yeah.
You guys can fucking tone it down a bit, you know? Gun! Gun! Get the fuck on the ground! - Do not fucking move! - I have the right! - I got a - Do not fucking move! I got a fucking permit for the gun! - Alvey Kulina.
- Shut up.
I fucking train you guys.
Look in my wallet.
Do not speak unless I ask you to.
- I train you guys.
- Shut up! Lieutenant Steve Valdez will vouch for me vouch for me.
Jesus.
You're breaking my fucking arm.
Jesus Christ.
You're fucking breaking my arm, yo.
[Train whistle blows in distance.]
[Police radio chatter.]
Dispatcher: Any available units, in the 400 block of Venice Boulevard, please respond to shots fired outside the bar.
White male [Man on radio speaking indistinctly.]
Man: It's okay! It's okay! No.
No problem.
Thank you very much.
He's good.
Get him up.
Thank you, sir.
[Groans.]
You guys are fucking rough.
[Grunting.]
Sir, in the future, we can't have you sleeping on the beach, all right? Aah! Sorry about the gun.
You know, it's dangerous.
It's all right.
Why don't you guys come down to the gym? I'll give you a give you some training for free, yeah? Thank you.
Yeah.
Congratulations.
Feel better.
Thank you, gentlemen.
[Coughs.]
Hey, have a good day, all right? Have a good one, sir.
[Baby wailing.]
Hey.
Hey.
You want this? [Wailing continues.]
All right.
Want this? No? Okay.
- [Wailing stops.]
- There you go.
All right.
Okay.
All right.
[Heavy-metal music playing.]
It is rough out there.
- Russell.
- That's right.
Lindsay.
Jay Kulina.
So sorry I'm late.
I was way the hell out in Whittier.
Hope you guys weren't here too long.
Half an hour.
I really do apologize, but the market is It's white-hot right now, as I'm sure you know.
Getting drawn and quartered like a French heretic.
Not that I'm complaining.
And neither should you guys.
Look at this, huh? Jay, this isn't what we talked about.
Well, I think a lot of times in real estate, it's about managing expectations.
Now, this is the first time this house has been shown.
This is the first showing.
So, if you like it, we should write up an offer today.
It's kind of a dump.
Well Or it's the worst house on the best street.
And that's real estate.
That's what the pros are really after.
You know, suckers Only suckers buy turnkey.
And you're no sucker.
Come on.
Let's take a peek.
[Chuckles.]
Oh, my apologies.
Um [Chuckles nervously.]
Whew.
Uh, tenants were not supposed to be here.
And, uh, I'm definitely gonna straighten this out.
Why don't you take a look at the kitchen? And remember, this is about good bones, right? This is cosmetic, just a paint-and-vacuum sort of [Soft rock music playing.]
[Sniffs.]
Oh! Who the fuck are you?! Good morning, uh Andy? Jay Kulina, Cornwell Properties.
We spoke earlier this morning.
Get the fuck out of my house.
Not your house.
You are a tenant.
And per your lease agreement, you are supposed to vacate when we are showing the house.
I don't give a shit.
Furthermore, you are to leave the house in an orderly manner on days that we are showing the property.
What are you gonna do about it, huh? California, dickhead.
Renters got rights.
You can't do shit.
Or am I, uh, wrong about that? No.
No.
No.
You have rights.
Well, then, quit violating them and get the fuck out.
Get the fuck out.
Get the fuck out of my house! [Sighs heavily.]
[Dog barking in distance.]
They go? [Woman moaning.]
[Sighs heavily.]
[Moaning continues.]
[Indistinct speaking on TV.]
Fuck.
[Sighs.]
[Groans softly.]
[Glass thuds.]
Aah.
It's a job like any other, man.
I'm just here to work a shift, punch in, whip his ass, punch out, go home, have a beer, get a good night's sleep.
- All in a day's work.
- [Reporters shouting indistinctly.]
No malice, just, uh You know, Anderson's a good dude.
He's just gonna have a very, very bad night, but it's, uh it's not about hate.
That's not my nature.
People in my life will tell you I'm I'm I'm the nicest guy in the world.
I believe in a in a kind and merciful God, and I believe that if you operate from a place of love, good things will happen.
Yeah, it's been a great year four in a row, nothing past the second round.
Um, but it is it is my last fight with King Beast Promotions.
Contract's up.
I feel like I've been a good soldier.
I've built the brand.
I'm getting paid like a fucking migrant [Chuckling.]
but that's fine.
Uh, well, I mean, every fighter wants to fight in the UFC.
Definitely love another shot at that.
Um Jesus Christ.
Bite the hand that feeds you.
He's frustrated, and so am I.
- What can I do? - Make him an offer.
- I'll make him a verbal offer.
- Write it down.
[Chuckles.]
So you can shop it.
Mm.
Has the UFC made an offer? - We're talking.
- But there's no offer.
And I know for a fact the UFC will not make an offer unless he wins tonight, so you have no leverage.
Okay.
Well, you can bid with everyone else after the fight, including the UFC.
- Lisa.
- Hmm? You trust me? - Sure.
- Okay.
I've been approached by some people from Dubai.
[Exhales sharply.]
I mean, I'm talking about oil money.
And they want to take King Beast, and they want to turn it into a major promotion.
Good luck with that.
Of course.
Of course you shit all over it.
Garo, the UFC will swallow it up.
Promotions come and go.
- [Door opens.]
- Man: Garo, there's no one onstage.
Okay, give me a Okay, listen to me.
- These guys are real, okay? - [Door closes.]
And they love the sport, and they have money, and they have a plan, and I want Ryan to be a part of it.
Just promise me just don't do anything with the UFC until you let me make my pitch.
When? Monday.
I promise.
- Monday? - Okay, I know.
I know.
Don't go dark on me, all right? Just come by later, and we'll talk.
- [Cellphone ringing.]
- Bring your food.
- I'll I'll cook.
- Really? How you feeling, big guy? Holy shit.
What the fuck happened last night? You won Coach of the Year.
Yeah.
How was my speech? Uh, to quote you, you were "Winston fucking Churchill up there.
" I got to apologize to anybody? No.
You're good.
[Groans lightly.]
What time did you leave? Around 1:00.
What's up? What's up? I'm just checking in.
Did Ryan do okay? Yeah.
They love him.
They love him? Fucking Garo's got to pay the man.
I know.
I'm working on it.
Uh, he said that he was gonna come by and see you later.
No.
No, no, no, no.
Pass, whatever it is.
Uh, I got to find Nate.
He's He's up soon.
Hey, hey, hey! What? Was I a pig? Not to me, you weren't.
Bye.
[Phone clicks.]
Oh, fuck me.
Amy: No, the breakdown said, "Trust-fund, sex-pot, Burning Man neophyte.
" What? I don't know.
Early 20's, which I'm not, obviously.
M-Maybe we should just use the one where my hair is back.
[Engine shuts off.]
[Sighs.]
Yeah.
I'll get new pictures.
Okay.
Well, let me know if you hear anything.
Okay.
Bye.
[Door hinges creak.]
- [Baby crying.]
- Nate: Hey.
Aww.
What's the matter, sweetheart? - She cried the whole time.
- Really? Oh.
- I checked her diaper.
- I'm sorry.
Thank you.
It's all good.
How was the audition? Really good.
Yogurt.
It was fun.
Did she eat anything? I gave her a bottle, yeah.
You all good? - Yes.
Go.
- All right.
Thank you again.
Say, "Bye.
" Bye, Maya.
Bye.
[Dog barking in distance.]
Bowl of ice and a towel, please.
Juan, glove up.
30 minutes.
[Rock music playing.]
[Knock on glass.]
- [Drawer opens and closes.]
- Yeah.
Come in.
[Groans lightly.]
Congrats on your award.
Yeah.
Thank you.
Um, can I get you some Pedialyte? Fruit punch.
Actually, anything but grape.
Shelby, how you feeling? Great.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
It's kicking around a lot.
That's a good sign.
- Yeah, I think so.
- Yeah.
Do you need anything else? - No.
- No.
Okay.
Don't work too hard, all right? I never do.
[Chuckles.]
No.
I mean it.
I mean, you know, you need some time off, you just let me know, okay? It's paid.
All right? Thank you.
You're welcome.
[Door closes.]
[Telephone ringing.]
Jay: Russell, Jay Kulina calling, trying you again.
I think I have another property that you will love.
Uh, actually, scratch that.
I know you're gonna love it.
Why? We've got new construction.
Well, look at this.
We have the en suite in the master that your wife, um, Lindsay, wanted so much.
Anyway, give me a call, and I can show it today.
Um, and I just want to apologize about this morning.
I was mortified, frankly.
I was appalled.
Um, so, give me a call at the office or on my cell.
[Receiver clicks.]
- Dan, sir, how you doing? - Good.
I just got to say, right off the bat, you look like a goddamn pit boss in that suit.
That's great.
Yeah.
Okay, so, uh, what what happened at Culver? - Excuse me? - You Sorry.
You were just apologizing on the phone.
- So, what happened at Culver? - Oh.
Nothing.
The, uh The tenants were there, and, um, the place was a little messy.
Oh.
Dude, you can't show a place with the tenants there.
You I totally agree, and and I wasn't Then why did you fucking show it? - I had spoken to the tenants - Mm-hmm.
multiple times, and they assured me that they weren't gonna be in the home.
- But they were.
- Right.
Right.
Jay, you never, never walk into a property with a client if you don't know what's on the other side of that door, right? - Yes, sir.
- Okay.
What time was the showing? - 9:00 a.
m.
- 9:00 a.
m.
Uh, what time did you get there? - About 9:00.
- About [Laughs.]
Real You You really got there about Dude, no.
If the showing's at 9:00, - you get there at 8:30.
- Right.
That way, you can enter the property and make sure that everything looks good, it's nice and tidy, there's no tenant fucking jerking off on the couch.
- That's common sense, okay? - Yes, sir.
Right? I mean, it's just it's a little foresight, that's all.
I completely understand - what you're saying.
- Good.
And I'll be doing that moving forward.
Good.
All right.
We need to eliminate unforced errors.
Attention to detail.
I need you to dial it in, man, all right? - Yes, sir.
- Good.
Awesome.
Uh, you know, he's a tough kid, heavy hands, um, definitely, uh, dangerous.
Uh, but I'm up for the challenge.
"Pretty boy"? Really? He said that? Okay.
I mean, am I pretty? I don't I don't know.
- [Laughter.]
I like to think of myself more as a as a handsome man, I think.
Um, but I'll take it as a compliment.
I think we should ask him again after the fight, though.
See what happens.
[Camera shutters clicking.]
Uh, my dad's one of the best coaches in in the game.
Um, and, you know, we got a lot of killers at the gym.
Um, and then, you know, as far as Jay goes, I'd love to see him fight again.
I think I think everybody would.
He's one of the most exciting fighters out there, I think.
I might be biased.
Um, but there are bigger things than fighting.
And, you know, right now he's doing what he's got to do, and I support him either way.
Okay? Thank you.
Wakin' in the dawn of day I gotta think about what I wanna say - Phone ringin' off the shelf - Watch that jab.
I guess he wanted to kill himself Wakin' on a pretty day Don't know why I ever go away - It's hard to explain - Come on! [Grunting.]
My love in this daze - You can say I've been most all around - [Grunting.]
But, honey, I ain't goin' nowhere Don't worry 'bout a thing [Grunting.]
It's only dying I live along a straight line [Grunting.]
Nothin' always comes to mind To be frank, I'm fried But I don't mind Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Jay: How'd your audition go? Ugh.
It was humiliating.
I was 10 years older than everyone.
- [Sighs.]
- Well, just [Inhales sharply.]
You don't need that.
I mean, why would you do something that doesn't make you happy, you know? Because we could use the money.
Oh, I think maybe you should let this caveman venture out into the world and hunt, provide for this family like the good will of God intended.
All right, well, when Daddy sells houses, then we can talk about that.
That's not a very nice thing to say.
[Laughing.]
Well, you got to toughen up.
- Oh, yeah? Okay.
- Yeah.
You got a daughter watching you now, Kulina.
Mm-hmm.
[Grunting.]
[Rock music playing.]
All right! All right! Stop, you fuck.
Stop! Aah! Fuck you, guy.
Fuck! Get these gloves off me.
You good? I feel it.
Get these off.
[Grunts.]
[Velcro rips.]
Garo: There he is King Kulina! Fresh as a spring lamb.
- I know.
- Can I talk to you in private? - Yeah.
[Coughs.]
- 10 minutes.
Not now! [Vomits.]
[Water running.]
- Garo: That's it.
Let it out.
- [Water stops.]
No more poison.
[Footsteps approach.]
Feel better? Kudos on the award last night.
Coach of the Year not too shabby.
You seem down.
[Spits.]
I'm not down.
Well, you're not up.
About what? The fucking award, winning a trophy? That's all bullshit.
Doesn't mean anything.
Everything's all bullshit.
Nothing means anything.
But it's still nice to win a trophy, huh? Why? It feels empty? You know want to know what's better than winning a trophy? A blowjob.
A belt.
I'm offering you a fight.
What are you talking about? I want to do a legends fight.
Legends? You want me to do a legends Two old guys fucking slapping each other around for three rounds? That's a legends fight.
No fucking thank you.
- No, thank you.
- I don't think you're that old.
Well, I ain't young.
[Singsong voice.]
I got money.
[Laughs.]
You got fucking money like I got money.
Arabs.
Arabs? Arabs.
How much? Well, I would never tell you that, but once everything is done, we're gonna do a big launch, and the kids need to see who put this sport on the map.
I know you have another fight in you, Alvey.
I can smell it in your loins.
Get out of here.
I got to take a shower.
You have to take a shower? Can I wash your hair, please? - [Chuckles.]
- Please.
- You're so gay.
- I'm not gay.
I'm just fluid.
- Get out.
Get out.
- All right.
But, for real, think about what I said because I know you got another fight in you.
- I know you do.
- Yeah.
Arabs.
Alvey Kulina, one more time.
Bap-bap! Bap! Bap! Ladies and gentlemen, he's back, the legend! Whoo! [Spits.]
[Treadmill whirring.]
[Console beeping, whirring quickens.]
- [Console beeps.]
- [Laughs.]
- [Whirring slows.]
- [Groans.]
[Breathing heavily.]
[Siren wailing, horns honking.]
- How'd it go out there? - Very good.
[Exhales heavily.]
Are you taking your food somewhere? Yep.
I'm meeting with Lisa tonight.
Business.
If your food is here, why doesn't she just come over? Because we're talking business, Keith.
You got the place to yourself.
Enjoy the quiet.
I'm sick of the quiet.
[Zipper zipping.]
Good God.
Look at this.
Stop looking at that fucking website, man.
What these people are doing to me is a war crime.
They give out our exact address.
It just sucks 'cause people hate sex offenders, and now they have my location.
It's like I'm a fish in a barrel.
Hey, I promise you, nobody looks at this shit, okay? - Vigilantes do.
- Keith, don't be fucking paranoid, man.
- [Laptop closes.]
- You're making yourself crazy.
Will you just relax? Try to relax.
All right.
I'm home early, okay? [Breathing heavily.]
[Door opens and closes.]
[Sighs.]
Oh! Oh, my God.
Ryan: He's supposed to register as a sex offender.
- Mm-hmm.
- He didn't.
They put him on house arrest.
And I kept fucking reminding him.
He's fucking lazy.
Okay, but it's not like rape.
It's with fruit, right? Doesn't matter.
Sex Sex offender, you got to register.
Poor Keith.
- Poor Keith? - Yeah.
[Chuckles.]
Poor fucking fruit.
[Both laugh.]
I got to start looking for my own place.
- No, Ryan, you can't.
- Why? He'll kill himself.
I don't want to live with a sex offender.
[Sighs.]
He's your friend.
Okay.
- That's not fair, okay? - Why? Am I supposed to have this guy with me for the rest of my life? - I can't do that, Lisa.
- Mm.
And, you know, a-at some point, he's a fucking grown man.
You're right.
You're right.
You've done a lot for him.
You've lasted a fuck of a lot longer than I would have.
Anyway I should be able to afford something [smacks lips.]
nice with all this money that you're gonna get me.
[Chuckles.]
I'm working on it.
Anything from UFC? They want to wait until after tomorrow night.
What about Garo? Garo says he's got money.
Yeah.
We'll see if that's real.
If I lose, it's gonna be a lot less money.
It's gonna be another shit contract.
And if you win, it will be a lot more, and that I can shop with the UFC.
If I do lose, then there's gonna be no leverage.
Ryan, will you fucking bet on yourself? If I had any doubt, I would close this deal tonight.
I promise you.
You're gonna win.
I hate this shit.
God.
I know it.
[Chuckles.]
Go home.
Get some sleep.
[Sighs.]
- Seriously? - What? You're acting like you suddenly have fucking manners? - [Plate clatters.]
- There he is.
- Clean that shit.
- There you go.
Thank you.
I'll see you tomorrow.
[Door opens.]
[Lighter clatters.]
[Door closes.]
[Cellphone ringing and vibrating.]
[Ringing and vibrating continue.]
[Ringing and vibrating continue.]
[Ringing and vibrating stop.]
[Exhales sharply.]
[Groans lightly.]
[Bottle scrapes.]
[Bottle cap squeaks.]
[Liquid pouring.]
[Bottle cap squeaks.]
[Bottle thuds.]
[Birds chirping.]
[Glass thuds.]
[Exhales sharply.]
Ahh.
[Exhales sharply.]
[Dog barking in distance.]
[Retching.]
[Groaning.]
[Vehicle passes.]
Ah, you fuck.
[Spits.]
Aah! [Keys jingle, engine starts.]
[ Rock music plays.]
Morning.
Breakfast is served.
[Zipper zipping.]
Steel-cut, no sugar, bland as fuck.
Yeah.
I refilled your water, too.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
I'm heading into the office.
Then I've got a client dinner unless you want me at the fight.
Yeah.
Thought so.
Oh, um, I nearly forgot.
Here.
What's this? It's a key.
It unlocks doors.
Relax.
It's just easier for nights that you want to be here.
Okay.
Got it.
Text me when it's over, yeah? Yeah.
Oh, Nate knock the fucker out.
I'll try.
[Chuckles.]
[Sighs.]
[Door closes.]
Alvey: Right.
Side to side.
That's good.
[Exhaling sharply.]
Alvey: Good.
Good.
Play with what we played with.
Come on.
Good.
Too much, too much, too much.
You're too tense.
Relax.
Relax.
Relax.
- Just flick it.
- Yeah.
So, if I'm getting out of the way of that right Sweet right.
Watch that.
Watch that.
Watch that.
Keep him moving.
Keep him moving.
And now come out with your hands.
Block.
Right? So Ohh! [Grunting.]
Good, good, good.
Nice.
Good.
- Feel good? - Yeah.
You nervous? Hey, don't worry about the fucking contract, all right? Don't chase the money.
That's Lisa's fucking job.
You're a fucking savage.
You're a fucking - Jesus Christ, Alvey.
- What "Jesus Christ," man? - Come on.
- You fucking stink, man.
Shit.
- What do you mean, I stink? - You fucking stink.
9:00 in the fucking morning.
Oh, man.
Your breath.
Fucking Good work.
Always moving, always moving.
Yep.
[Rock music playing.]
Is it hard for you to go to these? - The fight? - Yeah.
- No.
- Not hard to watch? - No, ma'am.
- You don't miss it? I'd rather dip my dick in honey and thrust it into an anthill.
[Clears throat.]
[Sniffles.]
Are you staring at me? No, I'm not staring.
I'm just looking.
It's understandable.
There's a lot of nice things to look at you probably like.
What do you think it is and really take your time that you like most about me? Hmm.
[Grunts.]
That you're too sensitive for this world.
I am gonna go say good evening to our girl.
She's asleep.
I'll be home early.
- No rush.
- Okay.
Tell Nate good luck.
He was fine at the weigh-in.
Yeah, I bet.
I bet.
He wouldn't T-This is so unprofessional, man.
It's very, very unprofessional.
I promise you this he'll never fight for me again never.
Yeah.
Fuck you, okay? Yeah.
I got to make some calls.
Fuck you.
F-Fuck! Motherfucker! Fuck me! Kenny: I am here with Jay Kulina.
Jay, first of all, congratulations on your baby girl.
Thanks so much, Kenny.
I appreciate that.
So, I-I got to ask you is Jay Kulina changing diapers now? Because I find that kind of hard to imagine.
I do it all.
I'm a full-service dad.
I got bottles and diapers.
I'm singing and slinging lullabies in multiple octaves.
- You want to sing one right now? - No, sir, I do not.
All right.
Switching gears, you haven't fought in over a year, your last fight being a loss against Ryan Wheeler.
You guys are 1-1.
Uh, I know the fans would love to see a third fight.
Well, Ryan's having a phenomenal year, as I think this whole audience can tell you.
And I'm excited to be here supporting him and my brother, Nate Kulina, out of Navy St.
Gym.
But don't you feel like there's unfinished business here? I'm I don't know.
You know, I think life life uh, life gets bigger, life moves on.
W-Why not a rematch? What's the hold-up? There's no hold-up.
I honestly just So, nobody's talking? There's no plans whatsoever for a rubber match? I'm focused on being a father right now, um, to be honest, and, uh, I'm I'm loving every minute of it.
All right.
R-Rightfully so.
But setting a Wheeler fight aside, are we ever gonna see Jay Kulina in the cage again? I don't know.
I, um I'm excited about what I'm doing right now and being a father, um, and I don't see that situation changing at anytime soon.
Jay, thank you.
I appreciate your time.
Always great to see you.
And, uh, there you have it, folks a domesticated Jay Kulina playing it very close to the vest.
[Rock music playing in distance.]
[Keypad clicking.]
[Door opens.]
[Door closes.]
Hey.
I'm not talking to you until after the fight.
It's about Nate.
We got a problem.
Dixon pulled out of the fight.
- Garo, what the fuck? - I know.
No, Garo, what the fuck? It's two hours before the fight.
Alvey: What's two hours? - Go ahead, Garo.
- What's two hours? Tell Alvey and Nate.
Dixon pulled out of the fight.
- What? - What happened? His manager said that he's sick.
That's bullshit.
What happened? Look, I've I'm I've got a lot of calls out.
We're gonna find a good replacement for you.
- Listen to me, Nate - I want to fight.
No.
No.
You're not fighting.
You're not taking a fight on two hours I don't care.
I want to fight.
- I want to fucking fight.
- You're not fucking doing it.
You're not fighting.
You're not fighting.
Just get your shit together and let us deal with this.
You suck at your job.
And you're fucking paying him his purse.
I'm gonna pay him the show money - Oh, no, you're fucking paying him! - No, no, you're fucking paying him! You're full of shit! All right.
Come on.
Warm him up.
Shit happens.
Shit happens.
Don't be disappointed.
Look, you cannot take a fight with two hours' notice.
This fucker's done it twice.
I know.
What are you What are you gonna do, right? You're gonna get paid.
We're gonna find you a fight.
I promise.
Go get something to eat.
Ryan: Lord, please clear my head of all distractions and my heart of all burdens I may bear so I may perform my very best, knowing you'll always be there.
With great courage, Lord, I will meet this challenge, as you would have me to.
Keep me humble, Lord, and remind me that my strength comes from knowing you.
Jesus.
Come on.
Finish.
Finish.
Wrap it up.
Come on.
And And when when all eyes are upon me, then I will turn their eyes to you for the glory of your name.
- Jesus Christ.
Amen.
- Amen.
Amen.
Amen.
- Let's go.
Let's go.
- Wake me up! Wake me up! - Wake me up! Come on! - Your fight, motherfucker! - Wake me up! Wake me up! Aah! - Your fucking fight! Get your money, motherfucker.
Get your money.
- Aah! - Your money! Your money! - Savage! - Ryan Wheeler! [Cheers and applause.]
[Johnny Cash's "God's Gonna Cut You Down" plays.]
Run on for a long time Sooner or later, God'll cut you down Sooner or later, God'll cut you down Go tell that long-tongue liar Go and tell that midnight rider Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter Tell them that God's gonna cut 'em down Tell them that God's gonna cut 'em down Well, my goodness gracious, let me tell you the news My head's been wet with the midnight dew I've been down on bended knee Talkin' to the man from Galilee He spoke to me in the voice so sweet I thought I heard the shuffle of the angels' feet He called my name, and my heart stood still When he said, "John, go do my will" Man: Come on, Wheeler! Beltran: All right, gentlemen.
We've been over the rules already.
Protect yourself at all times.
Obey my commands at all times.
Touch gloves now if you want.
Very well.
At the sound of the bell, come on out and handle your business.
- Let's go.
- [Bell dings.]
[Indistinct shouting.]
[Indistinct shouting.]
Alvey: Go! Go! Stay on him! Stay on him! Stay on him! [Audience groaning, booing.]
Beltran: Anderson, get over here.
Neutral corner.
Over here.
Stay right there, right there.
Neutral corner! All right.
You're all right, man! Get up! Walk it off! - Shake it off! - Hey, pick him up, will you? - Pick it up.
- Walk it off.
- Stand up! Let's go! - Over here.
Here.
You got time, okay? You got up to five minutes.
- No, I'm I'm good.
- You sure? - I'm ready to fuck him up.
- Sounds good to me.
All right.
That's it, Ryan! Go to work! Beltran: You ready? Fight! - [Bell dings.]
- Jay: Come on, Wheeler! - Come on, Ryan! Let's go! - Hands up! Alvey: Keep moving! Circle left! Come on, Wheeler! Get him! Come on! Come on, Wheeler! [Audience groans.]
Aah! [Indistinct shouting.]
Alvey: Bullshit! - Yeah! - You all right? Ryan! Jesus.
Fucking handle this! That's a fucking point! Beltran: Come on.
Come here.
The doc's gonna come in.
He's gonna talk to you, okay? Gonna ask you some questions.
Hey.
How you doing, brother? Look straight at me.
You should take a point, Mike! - Catch me.
- I'm good.
- I just I want to fight.
- You want to fight? - Yeah.
- All right.
Let me see you stand up.
Right here.
[Cheers and applause.]
Let me see your eyes.
Let me see your eyes.
- You good? - 2 points! Intentionally kneeing the head of a grounded opponent! 2 points! Intentionally kneeing the head of a grounded opponent! Take your time! Take your time! All right, you ready to go? Yes? Okay.
Ready? Fight! [Indistinct shouting.]
Circle left! Watch his left hand! Find your way! Find your way! 10 seconds, Wheeler! Hands up! Hands up! [Bell dings.]
[Rock music plays.]
[Indistinct shouting.]
Alvey: Ice.
Ice.
No more fucking banging with this guy, right? No more banging.
That's all he's gonna do, is fucking cheat and cheap shot you.
I want you to take him down, and I want you to fucking finish this, all right? He's hanging his fucking hand out there.
Shoot him.
Take his fucking leg.
It's hanging over his leg.
Shoot on him, take him down, and fucking finish him.
Let's get out of here.
Come on.
[Cheers and applause.]
Beltran: All right, gentlemen, second round! You ready to fight? You ready to fight? - Come on! Let's go! - [Bell dings.]
[Shouting.]
Circle left! That's it! First of all, all praise to Jesus.
Without him, none of this is possible.
- Amen.
- [Cheers and applause.]
Um, yeah, man, crazy, right? I-I guess, uh I guess when a man fears for his life, you know, he'll do just about anything to survive.
[Cheers and applause.]
Uh, it was a stunning, violent finish.
What was the difference in the second round? Well, uh, once he finished kicking me in the balls and, uh, kneeing me while I was down, I guess he ran out of stuff to do.
And then I just threw him on the ground and gave him a gentleman's beating.
[Cheers and applause.]
It's your last fight on your contract.
What's next? Million-dollar question.
Where's Where's Garo? Like I said, he's the guy that - Oh, shit.
He's right there.
- We'll take care of him.
Yeah, well, you know, Lisa and I we're gonna look at our options.
I'm gonna I'm gonna get with her and and see what's out there.
Like any professional fighter, I want to be paid market value, so we're gonna be testing the limits of that.
But listen.
No No No disrespect.
I-I've enjoyed my time here.
Thank you guys so much.
It's been a privilege and an honor to fight in front of you.
Thank you, Alvey, Lisa, Joe, Navy St.
, everybody.
And, uh, thank you guys for watching.
Thank you.
[Cheers and applause.]
[Indistinct chanting.]
Will: As if they couldn't have found you another fight at the last minute.
Have they at least promised you another fight soon? [Scoffs.]
No.
- You getting paid? - I don't know.
What does your contract say? There must be some language in there that I don't care about the fucking money.
[Sighs.]
Lisa will figure it out.
It's fine.
I'm on your side, Nate.
I'm not trying to get in your business.
Beer? [Refrigerator door opens.]
- [Cellphone clicks.]
- Actually, I'm gonna go.
Okay.
I'm sorry.
We're fine, okay? I trained three months for a fight.
I don't want to have one with you.
Understood.
Thank you.
- I'll call you tomorrow.
- Yep.
Alvey: What are you up to now? Smoke this and go home.
That's a plan.
[Siren wailing.]
We should talk about Nate tomorrow.
Garo's gonna pay him.
Well [Inhales sharply.]
That's the least he could fucking do.
[Groans lightly.]
He offered me a fight.
All this money that he's getting, he wants to do a legends fight.
It's fucking dumb, huh? Are you gonna do it? I'm thinking about it.
What are you thinking? I think it's up to you.
- You don't have an opinion? - Mnh.
No.
I'm not a fighter.
My brain's not fucked up that way.
[Exhales sharply.]
If I do it, if I train, we got to hire somebody else to pick up the slack.
I'll train Nate and Ryan, but we can afford that? I'll get into it tomorrow, but do you really want to fight? Yeah, I think so, one more time.
- Be good.
- [Chuckles.]
I want you to handle it with Garo, yeah? I'm on it.
All right.
Don't smoke that whole thing.
Thanks, Dad.
- I'll see you tomorrow.
- Good night.
[Engine starts.]
- [Door hinges creak.]
- [Whispering.]
Sorry.
Amy: [Whispering.]
Hey.
[Door hinges creak.]
Nate came home early.
His fight fell apart.
Shit.
That sucks.
Hey.
Can I hold her? We can't fall asleep with her.
I won't.
[Exhales deeply.]
[Smooches.]
I think we should baptize her.
Why? Just in case.
Just in case.
[Breathing heavily.]
[Siren wailing in distance.]
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