Kingdom (2014) s03e05 Episode Script
Please Give
1 Zorro on TV: Law must be enforced.
Our republic must prosper.
As your new leader, I hope to achieve these purposes in spite of all danger, all opposition.
- Are you willing to follow me? - Men: Yeah! Alvey: I've never broken down before.
I always hold up.
[Gunshot on TV.]
I've always been proud of that.
[Tape flaps.]
[Knock on door.]
[Clatter.]
Hey.
Hi.
[Siren wailing in distance.]
- [Locks click.]
- I never looked down the road, forward or back.
There's nothing to see, zero visibility.
That's how I live.
[A Brutal Confession's "Into the Flames of Destruction" playing.]
[Gears shift.]
[Breathing heavily.]
Yeah, you can have a strategy, but forget about a plan.
- [Moaning.]
- [Door closes.]
Forget about what you want in life.
You don't know.
Focus on yourself.
Be honest.
Assess who you are [Coughs.]
who you're with.
[Coughs.]
[Objects rustling.]
Are you alone? Do you deserve to be? [Door creaks opens.]
Where do you fit into this world? [Metal creaking, rattling.]
How are you gonna survive? [Moaning.]
Maybe you won't.
Maybe good things are coming.
And then let it go.
Don't examine it.
Don't take it apart.
Just accept it.
[Door creaks.]
You gotta think like a Stoic [Door slams closed.]
which boils down to enduring life's ass-whippings without complaint.
[Moans.]
That's how I live.
I put my head down and I fucking grind.
But don't ever think you're safe, 'cause when your head's down, that's when you get caught.
And we all get caught.
Well, shit, I thought we had fun.
Well, shit, we did.
- [Faucet turns on, off.]
- What time is it? [Lowered voice.]
Too early.
You should go back to bed.
You were snoring like crazy last night.
[Swishes water, spits.]
I took a pill.
It's worse when you drink.
[Kisses cheeks.]
[Sniffs.]
[Whispers.]
When are you coming home tonight? [Whispering.]
I don't know.
You should eat without me.
[Exhales slowly.]
I'll call you later.
Bye.
Bye.
[Departing footsteps.]
[Inhales and exhales deeply.]
[Door opens, closes.]
[Clock ticking.]
- [Telephone ringing in distance.]
- Alvey, how are you? You tell me.
According to the MRI, you have a lot of scar tissue uh, primarily around your neck and rotator cuffs.
Not unexpected given your line of work.
What I'm not seeing is any real structural damage, bulging discs or joint arthritis.
Really nothing that would account for the type of pain you're describing or the tingling and weakness in your hands.
Well, I'm not making this shit up.
I mean, what the fuck could it be? I can't say for sure, but I want you to see a neurologist.
Why? Think of this as a murder case.
We're just eliminating suspects.
What do you think it is? Don't know.
Come on, I'm not gonna fucking sue you or anything.
Just tell me what you think it is.
I'm not seeing anything here that leads me to a diagnosis.
Well, you must have a theory, Doc.
I mean, you're sending me to a neurologist.
We're just covering our bases.
Look, I'm a fighter, man.
I-I-I You think maybe it's ALS? Parkinson's? Those are very rare diseases.
I've had a lot of concussions, more than I can count.
And some of these symptoms are in line with with Alvey, you're getting way ahead of yourself.
Tell me it's not.
Tell me it's not.
You can't.
Let's investigate this a little further before you start to panic.
You're gonna see Dr.
Amato at UCLA, and we'll get to the bottom of this.
In the meantime, stay off the Internet.
Try to relax.
Yeah.
- You want a Xanax? - Yes.
- [Pen clicks.]
- [Knock on door.]
[Dog barking in distance, crow cawing.]
- [Knocking continues.]
- All right.
Jesus.
[Pounding on door.]
[Dogs continue barking in distance.]
[Pounding.]
How you doing, sir? Sorry to bother you like that.
- How are you today? - Good.
My man reading the Bible.
Um, my name is Leonard.
This is Jacob.
- What's your name? - Ryan.
Ryan.
Ryan, nice to meet you, man.
Hey, is that your car out there? Yeah.
It's sick, man.
What what kind of wheels you got on there? I don't know.
It came like that.
- Oh, it's a V8, right? - Can I help you Leonard? Yeah.
Um, We're from the Reading Lights Child Literacy Program.
What we do is take inner-city children who don't have the methods or means to obtain a proper education and we get books in their hands.
We'd like to know if you'd be willing to make a small donation to help that cause.
I'm so sorry, man.
I'm in a hurry today.
But, you know, it seems like a good cause, man.
Good luck, dude.
You're not interested in helping a child learn to read? I mean, you've obviously been blessed in your life.
- You can't give a few dollars? - [Siren wailing in distance.]
[Vehicle passes.]
We need a credit card.
Then I can't help you, man.
I'm sorry.
Come on, man, you got a credit card.
How'd you buy that big-ass TV back there? Okay, okay, you guys need to get off my property.
You got so much, and you can't give a little? That's fucked up.
You need to go.
[Dog continues barking in distance.]
Goodbye.
Thank you.
[Mirna Orozco & Francisco Cendejas' "El Cielo Azul" playing.]
[Glass bottles clinking.]
- Rafael, are you done? - Yeah.
[Click, buzzer.]
[Machines whirring, clanking.]
The first one was 14 pounds.
Thanks, man.
[Bottles clinking.]
[Truck beeping.]
[Speaks Spanish.]
Hey, man, can I get a, um [Speaks indistinctly.]
burrito? Thank you.
You have salsa? [Man speaks Spanish.]
[Truck brakes hiss.]
Father Tom: We all have demons.
Greed.
Jealousy.
Rage.
These demons whisper.
They whisper vice into our ears.
Alcohol.
Drugs.
Doughnuts.
[Scattered laughter.]
These vices are the devil's tools of oppression that stand between us and our loving God.
We have a guest today.
Please introduce yourself.
My name is, uh, Dominick.
- Man: Hey, what's up, man? - Yeah, man.
You guys can call me, uh, Dom.
I'm, uh.
.
[Exhales.]
new to Los Angeles.
Ryan, uh, was kind enough to invite me here.
We're blessed to have you, brother.
What vice does the devil tempt you with, huh? Women.
[Scattered laughter.]
The wrong women.
[Chuckles.]
Father Tom: We're always filling that cup, aren't we? It's never enough.
Maybe it's because you don't feel loved.
But, brother you are.
God loves you, Dom.
Know that.
Know it.
[Music playing in distance.]
[Sighing.]
[Baby crying in distance.]
Hey, girls, family meeting.
In the living room now.
[Indistinct conversations, Laughter.]
What'd they say about Terry? Would you get them all in here, please? Guys, Christina wants to talk to us! What's up? [Inhales deeply.]
Where's Haley? - She's doing a show.
- Okay, everybody, take a seat.
[Music continues playing.]
First off, I'm not your maid.
Pick up your stuff or I'm giving it all to Goodwill.
Is Terry okay or what? Yes.
He's gonna be in the hospital a few days.
What's wrong with him? He has Hepatitis C, which he's been ignoring, and that's very dangerous.
You you all have to be tested.
He wears condoms, and you can't get it through blowjobs.
I-I don't care.
You're all getting tested every two weeks.
You girls have to think about your life after this.
If you get something, nobody's gonna want you.
Okay? Now [Sighs.]
You two, uh, you two have a cam show at 5? What are you doing? Uh, if we're not shooting till later, I'm gonna nap.
Or you could squeeze in a solo show.
- [Whines, groans.]
- Just do a half an hour.
- [Huffs.]
Fine.
- Thank you.
Okay, 7:00 on the dot.
And pick up your shit.
[Footsteps depart.]
Before we go, Ryan would like to say a few words for a friend of his who's going through a hard time.
Young man named Keith.
Ryan? Thanks.
Yeah.
Keith's a buddy of mine, uh, I met right after prison, and We were roommates.
Um He he had some [Inhales deeply.]
He's kind of a weird guy.
Definitely some strikes against him.
[Sniffs.]
So he's fat.
He's low-level sex offender.
He can't socialize for shit.
And he's And I'm pretty sure he's never been laid or even close.
He killed a man.
He's, um He's killed two men.
And I don't know why.
And I'm not making excuses for what he did.
He's gotta pay for it, and and he will.
His life his life is over.
Um But I do question God.
I question what my friend's life was supposed to be about.
Was nothing supposed to go his way? Was he supposed to was he supposed to see his mother murdered? Was he supposed to be a target his whole life? Made fun of.
Humiliated.
Left out.
Just lonely as shit.
'Cause if he was, I mean, he fucking nailed it.
Um He had no one.
I just It's hard for me to understand why God would put someone on this Earth just to suffer.
Father Tom: Hmm.
Wow.
We can't understand.
Um, but it's okay.
It's okay to question God.
I do.
God has a plan.
And He has a plan for Keith, too.
Ryan Trust.
Trust.
Prayers sent for brother Keith.
Let us pray.
I believe in God All: the Father Almighty, creator of Heaven and Earth and Jesus Christ, His only son - Bring it on, bitch! - [Speaks indistinctly.]
[Courage, You Bastard's "Poltergeist" playing.]
[Joe speaks indistinctly.]
Move the head.
[Joe speaking indistinctly.]
high for the fence.
Stand up! Stand up! Stand up! Lay down! On the side! On the side! Joe: Go! [Joe continues speaking indistinctly.]
[Under breath.]
Fuck is this? [Knock on door frame.]
Hey.
Thank you.
Take care, Nicole.
What's up? The fuck's that? Protein powder? Did you tell Dom he could sell that in my gym? No.
What are you talking about? What am I talking about? You didn't see the fucking gigantic stand - right by the door right there? - No, I didn't.
I'll handle it.
- Where the fuck is he? - He doesn't have class until tonight.
You better take care of this fucking guy.
I'm telling you, I got him up to here.
Okay.
Hey, wait.
Nate got offered a fight.
CFL.
- When? - Saturday.
With who? - Charlie Nauta? He's 6-0.
- Yeah.
Yeah, I know.
He's tough.
They need an answer by tonight.
Did you talk to Nate? He wants it.
And he can make weight.
Good.
- Great.
- I'll get him ready.
You better hope you find your boy before I do.
Dom: Hey.
I really appreciate today.
Yeah, man.
[Indistinct conversations.]
How often do you guys meet? Twice a week.
I don't always go.
Well, it's good to know it's there, right? You get that get that tune-up.
Get right with God, you know.
[Inhales deeply.]
Yeah, I guess so.
What the fuck you smiling at? - Oh.
- What? Oh.
You're a very interesting cat, brother.
You have layers to you.
You know that? Some people might see that a certain way.
You know, they say you're cocky, you got that little swagger.
I can tell you're humble.
You hold yourself to a higher standard.
And maybe that rubs people the wrong way.
Fuck 'em.
All right? Fuck 'em.
I don't really give a shit how people see me.
I saw that, um, that video piece they did of you and your pop a while back.
Remember that? Oh, that's just some you know, just promo shit, man.
Yeah? It spoke to me.
My pops got sick, and, um You know, he he yeah, he suffered a lot before he passed - [Hand thuds.]
- You want another drink, then? - You okay? - Yeah.
Yeah.
Hey, let me get I'm gonna get this.
Hey, I-I got it.
I got it.
I got it.
I got it.
What is it, Blood and Sand? Fuck is that? It's Voodoo Juice.
Voodoo Juice.
- Not too sweet.
- Yeah, yeah.
[Rock music playing.]
- [Click.]
- Man: Everything - [Click.]
- Man on radio: Sorry, wrong answer.
- [Click.]
- [Man rapping in Spanish.]
[Trapper Schoepp & The Shades' "Twenty Odd Years" playing.]
[Siren wailing in distance.]
[Can crunches.]
[Can clatters.]
My friend I, I ain't got no one to blame I, I am down to my dying name Lay me down on a bed of shame And all I ask for is one more day And all I ask for Is one more day All right.
You ready to go home? [Women laugh.]
[Sniffs.]
- Leg! - Uhh! [Shocked Minds' "Confusion" playing.]
- Lift! Nice! Nice! Nice! - [Cage rattles.]
Off the fence.
Off the fence.
Move it around.
Move it around.
There we go.
Go, go.
Work the body! Work the body! Work the body! Come on! Come on! Nice! Work him! Work him! Work him! Go for the leg! Work that leg! Work that leg! Confusion Come on! Come on! Come on, Coach, let's go! Gotta stay moving.
Gotta stay moving.
- [Shouts indistinctly.]
- Just shoot! Go! Let's go! - [Cage rattles.]
- Get back! Circle off! Circle off! Off the fence! Off the fence! Get up! Get up! There you go! Work the body! Work the body! Beautiful! Beautiful! [Boom.]
Joe: [Muffled voice.]
Nice! Nice! [Muffled sounds.]
[Normal voice.]
Off the fence! Off the fence! [Muffled sounds.]
[Joe speaks indistinctly.]
[Normal voice.]
Get him on the fence! Off the wall! There we go! There we go! There we go! Work the body.
Nice.
Take a shot! Here we go.
Here we go.
Up! Up! Up! Up! [Muffled voice.]
Up! Up! Up! Up! Up! [Muffled sounds.]
Time, time, time, time, time, time, time, time, time, time! [Muffled sounds.]
[Muffled voice.]
You okay? [Music muffled.]
[Muffled sounds.]
[Muffled voice, speaks indistinctly.]
Man: Come on! Open the doors.
Open the doors.
Joe: Get back to work! Get back to work! [Muffled voice.]
Back to fucking work! [Muffled voice, speaks indistinctly.]
Confusion [Heartbeat thumping.]
All right, give me a minute, then get out of here.
[Exhales deeply.]
[Tape rips.]
[Exhales sharply.]
[Footsteps approach.]
Hey.
What's going on? I can't train.
Why not? Are you hurt? - Call Garo.
- Why? I'm fucked up.
You gotta get me out of this.
Alvey, this is a million-dollar fight.
I don't give a fuck how much money it is.
If I can't train, I can't fight.
I'm not gonna fucking embarrass myself.
Why can't you train? I don't know.
[Breathing heavily.]
Just fucking call Garo, all right? Call him.
Just fucking call and tell him I'm hurt.
- Tell him tell him - I'm not doing that.
- Tell him I tore up my fucking back.
- I'm not gonna do it.
I'm not doing that.
Fuck the 10%, Lisa.
Just fucking call Garo.
If you don't fucking call Garo, I'll call him.
It's your choice.
That medication that you were on, it was for a reason.
- You have a chemical imbalance.
- No, Lisa, that's not what it is! Now either you're gonna fucking call Garo, or I'm gonna do it myself.
[Breathing heavily.]
I'll do it.
Good.
Tell him I apologize.
I know it's a big fucking card, and and and I don't know what else to say.
I don't know what else to say.
[Inhales sharply.]
- [Head thuds.]
- Okay.
[Exhales sharply.]
[Footsteps depart.]
[Cellphone rings.]
[Man shouts indistinctly.]
- Yeah.
- Dom: Hey.
I'm sorry I missed your call.
Uh, you missed a couple of 'em.
Yeah, that's my bad.
My bad.
Poor choice.
What's going on with you? Where are you? I'm grabbing lunch with Ryan.
Are you fucking kidding me? He asked me to come to his Bible study.
I don't know what you want me to do.
When are you coming in? Well, I got a I got a class at 8.
Uh, well, come see me before.
Okay? Am I in trouble? Mm, we're gonna have a little conversation about the fucking protein powder display you put up.
What about it? I'll talk to you when you get here.
Okay? [Men shout indistinctly.]
[Rock music playing.]
Hey.
This guy bothering you? Huh? Not yet.
I gotta go.
Lisa's calling me back to the gym.
Hey, man, do you mind finding another ride? I Katie's getting off in a couple hours, and she was begging me to stay.
I-I don't wanna disap You know, I can't just - Jesus Christ, - I want your fucking life.
Look at that.
- For Katie.
- It's for Katie.
Hey, Katie? This is a prizefighter right here.
You're gazing upon greatness.
Yeah, I'll keep that in mind.
[Chuckles.]
You have a good time, huh? Yeah.
Hey.
Hey, Dom.
It was good having you there today, dude.
Um, I'm sorry about your father.
- Thanks.
- Yeah.
Hey, I-I wanna I wanna come again, if you don't mind.
- Any time.
- All right, cool.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Hey, uh, Dom.
Hey, why is why is Lisa calling you back to the gym? You know, you don't have a class till 8, right? She's mad at me.
I put up the, uh, the display of my protein powder.
I didn't ask her.
So it's fucking on me, right? - That's it? - Yeah.
That's it.
Why? Yeah? Well, it's just, Juan saw you guys leave the other night.
I was seeing if it was something more personal.
No.
We just had a drink.
That's it.
Cool.
Hey, it's me.
Um, I'm just checking in.
We're on lunch right now, so I just thought I'd try and and catch you.
Um, it's a, it's a TV show about World War II nurses at a Nazi hospital, but they're spying for the Americans, And everybody's fucking each other.
Lot of costumes.
Lot of costumes.
But, um, I spoke to the producer.
I told him that you were an actress, and he said that he'd keep you in mind.
So, you know, who knows where that could go? We'll see.
[Crunches.]
Anyways, the P.
A.
said that they are going to wrap early tonight, so I'd love to just be able to give Maya a kiss before she went down.
But if obviously it's too late, then that's fine, too.
I love you.
Bye-bye.
[Sighs heavily.]
[Mucho Deniro's "In a Row" playing.]
- [Inhaling.]
- Yeah Yeah [Siren wailing in distance.]
Like Bang Chitty Bang Bang All these bitches on the floor, hundred in a row Pussy know I'm from the city Okay, girls, listen up.
- You like that - They have you for three hours.
That's all they paid for, that's all they get.
If they try get you to stay longer, tell them no.
- [Gears shift.]
- We've shot here before.
They're cool.
I'm not finished.
They try to ask you to do something you're not comfortable with, politely tell them to fuck right off and call me.
They did not buy the right to do anything they want to you.
Got it? Text me the second you're done.
Bye.
[Bottles clink.]
See ya.
[Engine turns off.]
[Car alarm blaring in distance.]
[Unbuckles seat belt, alert dings.]
[Horn honks.]
[Tires screech.]
[Engine turns off.]
[Car door opens.]
[Car door closes.]
Hey.
Sorry I'm late.
Had to get my car.
You really pissed about this? Yeah, I am.
That's why your shit's out here.
I want it gone now.
I apologize.
I should've I should've asked you.
You're not sorry.
I am sorry.
I should've gone through the proper channels.
- Yeah.
- I just I thought you were in charge.
Oh, no, I am in charge, and you work for me.
You're not gonna manipulate this situation.
I'm not.
- Yeah, you are.
I know exactly what you're doing.
- No, no, no, no.
I'm not.
I don't appreciate you questioning my character, okay? [Chuckles.]
"Your character"? - That's not fair.
That's not fair.
- Give me a break.
Listen, I'm not I'm not trying to fucking manipulate you! I'm trying to get fucking paid! You know what? Fuck this.
Fuck this.
[Canisters clattering.]
I'm sorry.
Come again? What are you saying? What are you saying? Fuck what? You leave me alone right now? Leave me alone.
I need you to take off for a couple of days.
- Can't afford it.
- I'll pay you.
No, fuck that, I earn my money.
I work for it, right? - Yeah, I need you to stay home.
- Why? 'Cause I need you to stay out of Alvey's way - for a couple of days.
- Why do I gotta do that? I don't know.
So he doesn't fucking murder you? [Panting.]
I'll talk to him right now.
- I'll talk to him man to man, right now.
- God.
No.
- Where is he? - Dom.
Dom, go home.
Dom.
I got respect for him.
Where is he? I need you to get the fuck outta here! [Punches landing in distance.]
[Panting.]
[Whispers.]
Okay.
[Dog barking in distance.]
[Canisters clatter.]
[Ignition alert dings, car door slams.]
[Horns honk in distance, cellphone vibrating.]
I'm actually right around the corner from you.
- You alone? - [Announcer speaking indistinctly.]
- Uh-huh.
- Oh.
I think you should come see me.
I should? Can I give you a bit of advice? You know, just for the next girl.
Oh, please.
[Scoffs.]
Women don't like to be told what they should do.
Just get the fuck over here, all right? I got a good bottle of wine.
I can't stay long.
I'll take what I can get.
Have you ever been knocked out? Never ask a man that.
You know, when I was in high school, my friends and I used to choke each other out.
- Why would you do that? - To get high.
You wake up, you wouldn't know what had happened.
Always made me feel like I was gonna come.
Actually, it made you feel like you were gonna die.
Ohh.
I hope it feels like that.
I've never hit anybody in the face.
You'd love it.
Don't you feel bad? - About what? - Well, hurting people.
- Do you feel bad when you make a drink? - That's not the same.
I bet you've ruined more lives than I have.
Probably true.
Tell me what it's like.
What does it feel like to [Inhales sharply.]
commit violence? - I can't.
- Why not? It's a matter of personal context.
My experience would be different than yours.
Does it feel powerful? Sometimes.
Sometimes it makes me feel sick.
I've never even slapped anybody.
Do you want to slap me? [Inhales deeply.]
Can I? No.
I don't get hit for free.
[Don Ho's "E Lei Ka Lei Lei (Beach Party Song)" playing.]
Tonight for sure E lei ka lei lei Cha, cha, cha, ra-cha-cha, cha-cha, cha Cha, cha, cha, ra-cha-cha, cha-cha, cha Aikane sake, tonight you make Tonight you bring one ding-a-ling E lei ka lei lei Cha, cha, cha, ra-cha-cha, cha-cha, cha Cha, cha, cha, ra-cha-cha, cha-cha, cha [Groans.]
Yeehaw! [Exhales.]
Hasa mañana, hemo da pajama [Slap.]
E lei ka lei lei - La la la - The fuck? La, la, la, la-la Fucking hit me.
Fucking hit me! Fucking hit me! - Yeah, you like that?! - Yeah.
Cha, cha, cha, ra-cha-cha, cha-cha, cha Cha, cha, cha, ra-cha-cha, cha-cha, cha - [Breathing heavily.]
- The higher the mountain The higher the mountain, the cooler the breeze E lei ka lei lei - The younger the couple, the tighter the squeeze - [Both moaning.]
E lei ka lei lei Aah! Cha, cha, cha, ra-cha-cha, cha-cha, Cha, cha, cha, ra-cha-cha, cha-cha, cha [Inhaling.]
Hey, just my girls! I took my girl for a surfboard ride - [Truck door closes.]
- Man: Hey, come on! [Grunts, sniffs.]
The surfboard huli and she huli makaluli E lei ka lei lei Cha, cha, cha, ra-cha-cha, cha-cha, cha - Cha, cha, cha, ra-cha-cha, cha-cha, cha - [Shelves thumping.]
[Groans.]
Cha, cha, cha, ra-cha-cha, cha-cha, cha - [Grunting.]
- [Moaning.]
[Exhales deeply.]
[Muffled music playing.]
[Sighs deeply.]
[Footsteps depart.]
[Grunts.]
[Chuckles.]
I love these.
Any idea why your mom sent 'em? Not a fucking clue.
- Oh.
Maybe she's reaching out? - [Glass clatters.]
[Sighs.]
When was the last time you two talked? Two three years ago, maybe? - Alvey.
- What? It's not me, it's her.
You know, she's she doesn't approve of the man I've become.
Well, she's an old lady.
I am an old man.
[Sighs.]
Are you gonna call her? - Mnh-mnh.
[Swallows.]
- [Glass clatters.]
Not a chance.
She wants to talk, she can call me.
I'm not gonna decode her cryptic bullshit.
No.
Anyway - I was cute, huh? - [Chuckles.]
What were you doing out tonight? - Just minding my own business.
- Oh.
We're still gonna do that "don't ask, don't tell" bullshit, huh? How are your hands? [Inhales deeply.]
My hands are killing me.
[Exhales deeply.]
My hands are killing me.
- Everything fucking hurts.
- Did you see a doctor? - I did see a doctor.
- [Bottle scrapes.]
And he makes a guess and then he passes you on to another doctor.
It's a fucking joke.
Big scam.
[Sighs.]
I'm sorry.
That's frustrating.
It's not that bad.
I'll be okay.
[Swallows.]
This makes it better.
[Glass clatters.]
[Loud clank in distance.]
[Alarm bell ringing.]
[Loud clatter.]
[Clicks.]
[Exhales sharply.]
[Ringing continues.]
- Fuck! - Hey! Don't [Grunts.]
- Fucker! - Stop! Stop! Stop! Put the fucking gun down! I forgot the code for the alarm! [Panting.]
Easy.
Easy.
- [Keypad beeping.]
- You wanna put it down? - [Ringing stops.]
- Jeez.
[Breathing heavily.]
How did you get in here? Made a key.
You made a fucking key? What is wrong with you? I made a key.
Give me the key.
You don't need a fucking key.
Okay.
You wanna put the gun down? [Breathing deeply.]
What are you doing here? I came to apologize to you.
Okay? And listen, I was unprofessional and I was act I was acting like a knucklehead.
You know what I mean? It's just hard, you know, when someone's wagging a finger at you.
You know, you know you're wrong.
Right? [Whispers.]
Jesus Christ.
And my pride got the best of me.
You know, just I'm sorry.
Yeah, it's fine.
Shit happens, right? I still need you to take some time off.
Yeah.
And when you come back, clean slate, okay? Cool.
- It's done.
Thank you.
- You scared the shit out of me.
[Chuckles.]
You fucking scared the shit out of me.
- [Sighs deeply.]
- Hey, can I can I ask you a question? Sure.
[Chair wheels rattle.]
[Sniffs.]
Why are you so cold to me? [Exhales.]
I'm not being cold.
You act - you act like nothing happened.
- Why are we talking about this? Am I am I am I missing something? - God, please, stop talking.
No.
- No, all I'm saying Am I missing something here? I mean, weren't weren't we just fucking in the - in the parking lot? You know what? - Please stop talking.
Just please.
[Sighs.]
If I remember correctly, you were eager to fuck.
You were eager to fuck me.
You had my cock in your mouth - before the car was - Fuck you! Okay, listen.
Um, I'm gonna be really clear with you.
We fucked once.
It will never happen again.
Do you understand that? Whatever you want.
You're, you know - You're in charge.
- And no one can know about it.
Mm-hmm.
Great.
I don't know how long that's gonna be for.
What? Hey! What? What do you mean? Somebody saw me and you leaving the other night, and they told Ryan.
He asked me about it.
- What did you say? - I said we had a drink.
- And what the fuck did he say? - He didn't say shit.
Okay? - He just gave me a fucking look.
- Oh, fuck.
Yeah, that's fucked.
Really fucked.
It's fucking you and Ryan, you and Alvey, me and you.
It's fucking dramatic, man.
It's fucking too much.
I can't deal with this fucking bullshit.
[Door creaks.]
[Door slams, locks.]
Jay: Shit.
Fucking [Whispers.]
Fucking Amy.
- Amy, come on.
What are you doing? - I waited so you could say goodbye.
You're not going anywhere.
Where you going? Home.
I'm going home.
[Objects clattering, unzips bag.]
You are home.
I'm going to Madison to be with my parents.
[Zips bag.]
- But not tonight.
Not tonight.
- Yes, tonight.
I waited so that you could say goodbye.
You're not driving tonight.
Hold your daughter, Jay.
We're leaving.
[Unzips bag, pills rattle.]
- [Maya crying.]
- [Zips bag.]
- [Exhales deeply.]
- What? What are you gonna say this time? [Maya continues crying.]
Pfft.
Come on.
Go hold your daughter, Jay.
We're leaving.
[Whispers.]
Amy.
Amy, just please.
Please, please, please, please.
Why do you still talk to me? That's a loaded one.
I wasn't good to you.
Hey, I was too high to notice.
I've been thinking about you a lot, you know.
A lot.
Our marriage.
How bad I treated you.
[Sighs deeply.]
I know I put that needle in your arm, Christina.
I know I did.
[Cellphone vibrates.]
I have to go.
[Inhales deeply.]
- Thanks for the wine.
- Take the bottle.
That's okay.
Let me walk you to the car.
Alvey I've slept on streets you wouldn't drive down.
I can walk to my car alone.
Get some sleep.
[Footsteps depart.]
[Door opens.]
[Door closes.]
[Dog barking in distance.]
[Burps, exhales deeply.]
[Inhales deeply.]
[Keys jangle.]
[Screen door rattles, unlocks.]
[Opens and closes mailbox.]
[Thump, door creaks.]
[Door unlocks.]
[Door closes, keys jangle.]
[Sniffs.]
Mm.
[Chuckles.]
[Keys clatter.]
[Switch clicks, glass clinks.]
Motherfuckers.
What the fuck? [Exhales sharply.]
[Pillow thuds.]
[Whispers.]
Fuck.
How the fuck [Exhales slowly.]
Piece of shit.
[Dog barking in distance.]
[Scrape, thud.]
- Aah! - [Loud crash.]
Man: Look out! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! - Fuck! - [Glass shatters.]
[Door bangs.]
Man: Go! Go! Fence! Jump the fence! [Dog continues barking.]
- Man: Move! Move! Move! Move! - [Ryan grunts.]
Man: Aah! The fuck off me or I'm-a fuck you up! [Grunting.]
[Breathing heavily.]
[Punches continue landing.]
[Muffled thumps.]
[Line rings.]
[Ring.]
[Panting echoes.]
Woman: 9-1-1 emergency.
Hello? Ryan: I have, uh, I have a guy who needs help right now.
I need an ambulance right away.
I got This fucking guy broke into my house, and I fucked him up really badly.
He's not fucking moving right now.
Fuck! [Grunts.]
I need an ambulance to come take care of this guy.
He's unconscious.
He's outside.
He's unconscious.
He's not he's not breathing.
I don't know, man.
I He's not breathing and he's not fucking moving.
What do I do? It's my fucking it's in my it's in my front yard.
Just fucking trust me and get an ambulance here as as fast as you can - so you can figure this shit out.
- [Sirens wailing in distance.]
Motherfucker.
Wake up, motherfucker.
Can you hear me? Fuck, man! Come on! Come on, fucking wake up, dude! This Hey! Hey! Okay, listen okay, listen listen to me.
Listen to me.
This motherfucker is going to die, okay? [Sirens continue wailing.]
I don't fuck I don't fucking hear him breathing at all right now, dude.
What do I do? Uh yeah.
Yeah.
[Grunts.]
Okay.
Okay.
Okay.
Okay.
Okay.
Okay.
I'm sorry.
Sorry.
Sorry.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah.
- Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, he's - [Speaks indistinctly.]
[Cory Branan's "The Last Man on Earth" playing.]
Shannon, Skylar, get those garbage cans and bring 'em in.
- Just like the last man - Honey, can you get the mail? - Would - [Alert dinging.]
If he was left with a secret [Wheels rattle.]
[Unbuckles seat belt.]
It's the very last bottle on Earth [Touchscreen clicking.]
Might as well get my money's worth "Can I have everybody's attention?" "Can I have everybody's attention?" "Can I have everybody's attention?" Laughs the loudest drunk on Earth My love is all eagles and tigers - [Keypad beeping.]
- Bald eagles and saber-tooth tigers My love is either endangered - Or gone - [Switch click, lights clank.]
[Door creaks.]
[Siren wailing.]
- But your love was a newborn - [Police radio chatter.]
I never seen the likes No cuffs.
You've been cooperating.
Your love was something newborn And it changed everything [Gasps.]
Yeah.
I know, it's a little sad.
[Maya crying.]
Tonight, I'll tie one on real good Just like the last man on Earth would [Maya continues crying.]
- [Jay speaks indistinctly.]
- If he never got to say - "Sorry, my sweet girl" - [Siren wailing.]
Deaf, dumb, and alone And I am standing Barely My lips still parted towards - [Maya continues crying.]
- The last, last kiss On Earth - [Engine starts.]
- Tonight, I'll tie one on real good Just like the last man on Earth would If he had to go back to the crowd Tonight, I'm the last man on Earth And there's a big, big moon
Our republic must prosper.
As your new leader, I hope to achieve these purposes in spite of all danger, all opposition.
- Are you willing to follow me? - Men: Yeah! Alvey: I've never broken down before.
I always hold up.
[Gunshot on TV.]
I've always been proud of that.
[Tape flaps.]
[Knock on door.]
[Clatter.]
Hey.
Hi.
[Siren wailing in distance.]
- [Locks click.]
- I never looked down the road, forward or back.
There's nothing to see, zero visibility.
That's how I live.
[A Brutal Confession's "Into the Flames of Destruction" playing.]
[Gears shift.]
[Breathing heavily.]
Yeah, you can have a strategy, but forget about a plan.
- [Moaning.]
- [Door closes.]
Forget about what you want in life.
You don't know.
Focus on yourself.
Be honest.
Assess who you are [Coughs.]
who you're with.
[Coughs.]
[Objects rustling.]
Are you alone? Do you deserve to be? [Door creaks opens.]
Where do you fit into this world? [Metal creaking, rattling.]
How are you gonna survive? [Moaning.]
Maybe you won't.
Maybe good things are coming.
And then let it go.
Don't examine it.
Don't take it apart.
Just accept it.
[Door creaks.]
You gotta think like a Stoic [Door slams closed.]
which boils down to enduring life's ass-whippings without complaint.
[Moans.]
That's how I live.
I put my head down and I fucking grind.
But don't ever think you're safe, 'cause when your head's down, that's when you get caught.
And we all get caught.
Well, shit, I thought we had fun.
Well, shit, we did.
- [Faucet turns on, off.]
- What time is it? [Lowered voice.]
Too early.
You should go back to bed.
You were snoring like crazy last night.
[Swishes water, spits.]
I took a pill.
It's worse when you drink.
[Kisses cheeks.]
[Sniffs.]
[Whispers.]
When are you coming home tonight? [Whispering.]
I don't know.
You should eat without me.
[Exhales slowly.]
I'll call you later.
Bye.
Bye.
[Departing footsteps.]
[Inhales and exhales deeply.]
[Door opens, closes.]
[Clock ticking.]
- [Telephone ringing in distance.]
- Alvey, how are you? You tell me.
According to the MRI, you have a lot of scar tissue uh, primarily around your neck and rotator cuffs.
Not unexpected given your line of work.
What I'm not seeing is any real structural damage, bulging discs or joint arthritis.
Really nothing that would account for the type of pain you're describing or the tingling and weakness in your hands.
Well, I'm not making this shit up.
I mean, what the fuck could it be? I can't say for sure, but I want you to see a neurologist.
Why? Think of this as a murder case.
We're just eliminating suspects.
What do you think it is? Don't know.
Come on, I'm not gonna fucking sue you or anything.
Just tell me what you think it is.
I'm not seeing anything here that leads me to a diagnosis.
Well, you must have a theory, Doc.
I mean, you're sending me to a neurologist.
We're just covering our bases.
Look, I'm a fighter, man.
I-I-I You think maybe it's ALS? Parkinson's? Those are very rare diseases.
I've had a lot of concussions, more than I can count.
And some of these symptoms are in line with with Alvey, you're getting way ahead of yourself.
Tell me it's not.
Tell me it's not.
You can't.
Let's investigate this a little further before you start to panic.
You're gonna see Dr.
Amato at UCLA, and we'll get to the bottom of this.
In the meantime, stay off the Internet.
Try to relax.
Yeah.
- You want a Xanax? - Yes.
- [Pen clicks.]
- [Knock on door.]
[Dog barking in distance, crow cawing.]
- [Knocking continues.]
- All right.
Jesus.
[Pounding on door.]
[Dogs continue barking in distance.]
[Pounding.]
How you doing, sir? Sorry to bother you like that.
- How are you today? - Good.
My man reading the Bible.
Um, my name is Leonard.
This is Jacob.
- What's your name? - Ryan.
Ryan.
Ryan, nice to meet you, man.
Hey, is that your car out there? Yeah.
It's sick, man.
What what kind of wheels you got on there? I don't know.
It came like that.
- Oh, it's a V8, right? - Can I help you Leonard? Yeah.
Um, We're from the Reading Lights Child Literacy Program.
What we do is take inner-city children who don't have the methods or means to obtain a proper education and we get books in their hands.
We'd like to know if you'd be willing to make a small donation to help that cause.
I'm so sorry, man.
I'm in a hurry today.
But, you know, it seems like a good cause, man.
Good luck, dude.
You're not interested in helping a child learn to read? I mean, you've obviously been blessed in your life.
- You can't give a few dollars? - [Siren wailing in distance.]
[Vehicle passes.]
We need a credit card.
Then I can't help you, man.
I'm sorry.
Come on, man, you got a credit card.
How'd you buy that big-ass TV back there? Okay, okay, you guys need to get off my property.
You got so much, and you can't give a little? That's fucked up.
You need to go.
[Dog continues barking in distance.]
Goodbye.
Thank you.
[Mirna Orozco & Francisco Cendejas' "El Cielo Azul" playing.]
[Glass bottles clinking.]
- Rafael, are you done? - Yeah.
[Click, buzzer.]
[Machines whirring, clanking.]
The first one was 14 pounds.
Thanks, man.
[Bottles clinking.]
[Truck beeping.]
[Speaks Spanish.]
Hey, man, can I get a, um [Speaks indistinctly.]
burrito? Thank you.
You have salsa? [Man speaks Spanish.]
[Truck brakes hiss.]
Father Tom: We all have demons.
Greed.
Jealousy.
Rage.
These demons whisper.
They whisper vice into our ears.
Alcohol.
Drugs.
Doughnuts.
[Scattered laughter.]
These vices are the devil's tools of oppression that stand between us and our loving God.
We have a guest today.
Please introduce yourself.
My name is, uh, Dominick.
- Man: Hey, what's up, man? - Yeah, man.
You guys can call me, uh, Dom.
I'm, uh.
.
[Exhales.]
new to Los Angeles.
Ryan, uh, was kind enough to invite me here.
We're blessed to have you, brother.
What vice does the devil tempt you with, huh? Women.
[Scattered laughter.]
The wrong women.
[Chuckles.]
Father Tom: We're always filling that cup, aren't we? It's never enough.
Maybe it's because you don't feel loved.
But, brother you are.
God loves you, Dom.
Know that.
Know it.
[Music playing in distance.]
[Sighing.]
[Baby crying in distance.]
Hey, girls, family meeting.
In the living room now.
[Indistinct conversations, Laughter.]
What'd they say about Terry? Would you get them all in here, please? Guys, Christina wants to talk to us! What's up? [Inhales deeply.]
Where's Haley? - She's doing a show.
- Okay, everybody, take a seat.
[Music continues playing.]
First off, I'm not your maid.
Pick up your stuff or I'm giving it all to Goodwill.
Is Terry okay or what? Yes.
He's gonna be in the hospital a few days.
What's wrong with him? He has Hepatitis C, which he's been ignoring, and that's very dangerous.
You you all have to be tested.
He wears condoms, and you can't get it through blowjobs.
I-I don't care.
You're all getting tested every two weeks.
You girls have to think about your life after this.
If you get something, nobody's gonna want you.
Okay? Now [Sighs.]
You two, uh, you two have a cam show at 5? What are you doing? Uh, if we're not shooting till later, I'm gonna nap.
Or you could squeeze in a solo show.
- [Whines, groans.]
- Just do a half an hour.
- [Huffs.]
Fine.
- Thank you.
Okay, 7:00 on the dot.
And pick up your shit.
[Footsteps depart.]
Before we go, Ryan would like to say a few words for a friend of his who's going through a hard time.
Young man named Keith.
Ryan? Thanks.
Yeah.
Keith's a buddy of mine, uh, I met right after prison, and We were roommates.
Um He he had some [Inhales deeply.]
He's kind of a weird guy.
Definitely some strikes against him.
[Sniffs.]
So he's fat.
He's low-level sex offender.
He can't socialize for shit.
And he's And I'm pretty sure he's never been laid or even close.
He killed a man.
He's, um He's killed two men.
And I don't know why.
And I'm not making excuses for what he did.
He's gotta pay for it, and and he will.
His life his life is over.
Um But I do question God.
I question what my friend's life was supposed to be about.
Was nothing supposed to go his way? Was he supposed to was he supposed to see his mother murdered? Was he supposed to be a target his whole life? Made fun of.
Humiliated.
Left out.
Just lonely as shit.
'Cause if he was, I mean, he fucking nailed it.
Um He had no one.
I just It's hard for me to understand why God would put someone on this Earth just to suffer.
Father Tom: Hmm.
Wow.
We can't understand.
Um, but it's okay.
It's okay to question God.
I do.
God has a plan.
And He has a plan for Keith, too.
Ryan Trust.
Trust.
Prayers sent for brother Keith.
Let us pray.
I believe in God All: the Father Almighty, creator of Heaven and Earth and Jesus Christ, His only son - Bring it on, bitch! - [Speaks indistinctly.]
[Courage, You Bastard's "Poltergeist" playing.]
[Joe speaks indistinctly.]
Move the head.
[Joe speaking indistinctly.]
high for the fence.
Stand up! Stand up! Stand up! Lay down! On the side! On the side! Joe: Go! [Joe continues speaking indistinctly.]
[Under breath.]
Fuck is this? [Knock on door frame.]
Hey.
Thank you.
Take care, Nicole.
What's up? The fuck's that? Protein powder? Did you tell Dom he could sell that in my gym? No.
What are you talking about? What am I talking about? You didn't see the fucking gigantic stand - right by the door right there? - No, I didn't.
I'll handle it.
- Where the fuck is he? - He doesn't have class until tonight.
You better take care of this fucking guy.
I'm telling you, I got him up to here.
Okay.
Hey, wait.
Nate got offered a fight.
CFL.
- When? - Saturday.
With who? - Charlie Nauta? He's 6-0.
- Yeah.
Yeah, I know.
He's tough.
They need an answer by tonight.
Did you talk to Nate? He wants it.
And he can make weight.
Good.
- Great.
- I'll get him ready.
You better hope you find your boy before I do.
Dom: Hey.
I really appreciate today.
Yeah, man.
[Indistinct conversations.]
How often do you guys meet? Twice a week.
I don't always go.
Well, it's good to know it's there, right? You get that get that tune-up.
Get right with God, you know.
[Inhales deeply.]
Yeah, I guess so.
What the fuck you smiling at? - Oh.
- What? Oh.
You're a very interesting cat, brother.
You have layers to you.
You know that? Some people might see that a certain way.
You know, they say you're cocky, you got that little swagger.
I can tell you're humble.
You hold yourself to a higher standard.
And maybe that rubs people the wrong way.
Fuck 'em.
All right? Fuck 'em.
I don't really give a shit how people see me.
I saw that, um, that video piece they did of you and your pop a while back.
Remember that? Oh, that's just some you know, just promo shit, man.
Yeah? It spoke to me.
My pops got sick, and, um You know, he he yeah, he suffered a lot before he passed - [Hand thuds.]
- You want another drink, then? - You okay? - Yeah.
Yeah.
Hey, let me get I'm gonna get this.
Hey, I-I got it.
I got it.
I got it.
I got it.
What is it, Blood and Sand? Fuck is that? It's Voodoo Juice.
Voodoo Juice.
- Not too sweet.
- Yeah, yeah.
[Rock music playing.]
- [Click.]
- Man: Everything - [Click.]
- Man on radio: Sorry, wrong answer.
- [Click.]
- [Man rapping in Spanish.]
[Trapper Schoepp & The Shades' "Twenty Odd Years" playing.]
[Siren wailing in distance.]
[Can crunches.]
[Can clatters.]
My friend I, I ain't got no one to blame I, I am down to my dying name Lay me down on a bed of shame And all I ask for is one more day And all I ask for Is one more day All right.
You ready to go home? [Women laugh.]
[Sniffs.]
- Leg! - Uhh! [Shocked Minds' "Confusion" playing.]
- Lift! Nice! Nice! Nice! - [Cage rattles.]
Off the fence.
Off the fence.
Move it around.
Move it around.
There we go.
Go, go.
Work the body! Work the body! Work the body! Come on! Come on! Nice! Work him! Work him! Work him! Go for the leg! Work that leg! Work that leg! Confusion Come on! Come on! Come on, Coach, let's go! Gotta stay moving.
Gotta stay moving.
- [Shouts indistinctly.]
- Just shoot! Go! Let's go! - [Cage rattles.]
- Get back! Circle off! Circle off! Off the fence! Off the fence! Get up! Get up! There you go! Work the body! Work the body! Beautiful! Beautiful! [Boom.]
Joe: [Muffled voice.]
Nice! Nice! [Muffled sounds.]
[Normal voice.]
Off the fence! Off the fence! [Muffled sounds.]
[Joe speaks indistinctly.]
[Normal voice.]
Get him on the fence! Off the wall! There we go! There we go! There we go! Work the body.
Nice.
Take a shot! Here we go.
Here we go.
Up! Up! Up! Up! [Muffled voice.]
Up! Up! Up! Up! Up! [Muffled sounds.]
Time, time, time, time, time, time, time, time, time, time! [Muffled sounds.]
[Muffled voice.]
You okay? [Music muffled.]
[Muffled sounds.]
[Muffled voice, speaks indistinctly.]
Man: Come on! Open the doors.
Open the doors.
Joe: Get back to work! Get back to work! [Muffled voice.]
Back to fucking work! [Muffled voice, speaks indistinctly.]
Confusion [Heartbeat thumping.]
All right, give me a minute, then get out of here.
[Exhales deeply.]
[Tape rips.]
[Exhales sharply.]
[Footsteps approach.]
Hey.
What's going on? I can't train.
Why not? Are you hurt? - Call Garo.
- Why? I'm fucked up.
You gotta get me out of this.
Alvey, this is a million-dollar fight.
I don't give a fuck how much money it is.
If I can't train, I can't fight.
I'm not gonna fucking embarrass myself.
Why can't you train? I don't know.
[Breathing heavily.]
Just fucking call Garo, all right? Call him.
Just fucking call and tell him I'm hurt.
- Tell him tell him - I'm not doing that.
- Tell him I tore up my fucking back.
- I'm not gonna do it.
I'm not doing that.
Fuck the 10%, Lisa.
Just fucking call Garo.
If you don't fucking call Garo, I'll call him.
It's your choice.
That medication that you were on, it was for a reason.
- You have a chemical imbalance.
- No, Lisa, that's not what it is! Now either you're gonna fucking call Garo, or I'm gonna do it myself.
[Breathing heavily.]
I'll do it.
Good.
Tell him I apologize.
I know it's a big fucking card, and and and I don't know what else to say.
I don't know what else to say.
[Inhales sharply.]
- [Head thuds.]
- Okay.
[Exhales sharply.]
[Footsteps depart.]
[Cellphone rings.]
[Man shouts indistinctly.]
- Yeah.
- Dom: Hey.
I'm sorry I missed your call.
Uh, you missed a couple of 'em.
Yeah, that's my bad.
My bad.
Poor choice.
What's going on with you? Where are you? I'm grabbing lunch with Ryan.
Are you fucking kidding me? He asked me to come to his Bible study.
I don't know what you want me to do.
When are you coming in? Well, I got a I got a class at 8.
Uh, well, come see me before.
Okay? Am I in trouble? Mm, we're gonna have a little conversation about the fucking protein powder display you put up.
What about it? I'll talk to you when you get here.
Okay? [Men shout indistinctly.]
[Rock music playing.]
Hey.
This guy bothering you? Huh? Not yet.
I gotta go.
Lisa's calling me back to the gym.
Hey, man, do you mind finding another ride? I Katie's getting off in a couple hours, and she was begging me to stay.
I-I don't wanna disap You know, I can't just - Jesus Christ, - I want your fucking life.
Look at that.
- For Katie.
- It's for Katie.
Hey, Katie? This is a prizefighter right here.
You're gazing upon greatness.
Yeah, I'll keep that in mind.
[Chuckles.]
You have a good time, huh? Yeah.
Hey.
Hey, Dom.
It was good having you there today, dude.
Um, I'm sorry about your father.
- Thanks.
- Yeah.
Hey, I-I wanna I wanna come again, if you don't mind.
- Any time.
- All right, cool.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Hey, uh, Dom.
Hey, why is why is Lisa calling you back to the gym? You know, you don't have a class till 8, right? She's mad at me.
I put up the, uh, the display of my protein powder.
I didn't ask her.
So it's fucking on me, right? - That's it? - Yeah.
That's it.
Why? Yeah? Well, it's just, Juan saw you guys leave the other night.
I was seeing if it was something more personal.
No.
We just had a drink.
That's it.
Cool.
Hey, it's me.
Um, I'm just checking in.
We're on lunch right now, so I just thought I'd try and and catch you.
Um, it's a, it's a TV show about World War II nurses at a Nazi hospital, but they're spying for the Americans, And everybody's fucking each other.
Lot of costumes.
Lot of costumes.
But, um, I spoke to the producer.
I told him that you were an actress, and he said that he'd keep you in mind.
So, you know, who knows where that could go? We'll see.
[Crunches.]
Anyways, the P.
A.
said that they are going to wrap early tonight, so I'd love to just be able to give Maya a kiss before she went down.
But if obviously it's too late, then that's fine, too.
I love you.
Bye-bye.
[Sighs heavily.]
[Mucho Deniro's "In a Row" playing.]
- [Inhaling.]
- Yeah Yeah [Siren wailing in distance.]
Like Bang Chitty Bang Bang All these bitches on the floor, hundred in a row Pussy know I'm from the city Okay, girls, listen up.
- You like that - They have you for three hours.
That's all they paid for, that's all they get.
If they try get you to stay longer, tell them no.
- [Gears shift.]
- We've shot here before.
They're cool.
I'm not finished.
They try to ask you to do something you're not comfortable with, politely tell them to fuck right off and call me.
They did not buy the right to do anything they want to you.
Got it? Text me the second you're done.
Bye.
[Bottles clink.]
See ya.
[Engine turns off.]
[Car alarm blaring in distance.]
[Unbuckles seat belt, alert dings.]
[Horn honks.]
[Tires screech.]
[Engine turns off.]
[Car door opens.]
[Car door closes.]
Hey.
Sorry I'm late.
Had to get my car.
You really pissed about this? Yeah, I am.
That's why your shit's out here.
I want it gone now.
I apologize.
I should've I should've asked you.
You're not sorry.
I am sorry.
I should've gone through the proper channels.
- Yeah.
- I just I thought you were in charge.
Oh, no, I am in charge, and you work for me.
You're not gonna manipulate this situation.
I'm not.
- Yeah, you are.
I know exactly what you're doing.
- No, no, no, no.
I'm not.
I don't appreciate you questioning my character, okay? [Chuckles.]
"Your character"? - That's not fair.
That's not fair.
- Give me a break.
Listen, I'm not I'm not trying to fucking manipulate you! I'm trying to get fucking paid! You know what? Fuck this.
Fuck this.
[Canisters clattering.]
I'm sorry.
Come again? What are you saying? What are you saying? Fuck what? You leave me alone right now? Leave me alone.
I need you to take off for a couple of days.
- Can't afford it.
- I'll pay you.
No, fuck that, I earn my money.
I work for it, right? - Yeah, I need you to stay home.
- Why? 'Cause I need you to stay out of Alvey's way - for a couple of days.
- Why do I gotta do that? I don't know.
So he doesn't fucking murder you? [Panting.]
I'll talk to him right now.
- I'll talk to him man to man, right now.
- God.
No.
- Where is he? - Dom.
Dom, go home.
Dom.
I got respect for him.
Where is he? I need you to get the fuck outta here! [Punches landing in distance.]
[Panting.]
[Whispers.]
Okay.
[Dog barking in distance.]
[Canisters clatter.]
[Ignition alert dings, car door slams.]
[Horns honk in distance, cellphone vibrating.]
I'm actually right around the corner from you.
- You alone? - [Announcer speaking indistinctly.]
- Uh-huh.
- Oh.
I think you should come see me.
I should? Can I give you a bit of advice? You know, just for the next girl.
Oh, please.
[Scoffs.]
Women don't like to be told what they should do.
Just get the fuck over here, all right? I got a good bottle of wine.
I can't stay long.
I'll take what I can get.
Have you ever been knocked out? Never ask a man that.
You know, when I was in high school, my friends and I used to choke each other out.
- Why would you do that? - To get high.
You wake up, you wouldn't know what had happened.
Always made me feel like I was gonna come.
Actually, it made you feel like you were gonna die.
Ohh.
I hope it feels like that.
I've never hit anybody in the face.
You'd love it.
Don't you feel bad? - About what? - Well, hurting people.
- Do you feel bad when you make a drink? - That's not the same.
I bet you've ruined more lives than I have.
Probably true.
Tell me what it's like.
What does it feel like to [Inhales sharply.]
commit violence? - I can't.
- Why not? It's a matter of personal context.
My experience would be different than yours.
Does it feel powerful? Sometimes.
Sometimes it makes me feel sick.
I've never even slapped anybody.
Do you want to slap me? [Inhales deeply.]
Can I? No.
I don't get hit for free.
[Don Ho's "E Lei Ka Lei Lei (Beach Party Song)" playing.]
Tonight for sure E lei ka lei lei Cha, cha, cha, ra-cha-cha, cha-cha, cha Cha, cha, cha, ra-cha-cha, cha-cha, cha Aikane sake, tonight you make Tonight you bring one ding-a-ling E lei ka lei lei Cha, cha, cha, ra-cha-cha, cha-cha, cha Cha, cha, cha, ra-cha-cha, cha-cha, cha [Groans.]
Yeehaw! [Exhales.]
Hasa mañana, hemo da pajama [Slap.]
E lei ka lei lei - La la la - The fuck? La, la, la, la-la Fucking hit me.
Fucking hit me! Fucking hit me! - Yeah, you like that?! - Yeah.
Cha, cha, cha, ra-cha-cha, cha-cha, cha Cha, cha, cha, ra-cha-cha, cha-cha, cha - [Breathing heavily.]
- The higher the mountain The higher the mountain, the cooler the breeze E lei ka lei lei - The younger the couple, the tighter the squeeze - [Both moaning.]
E lei ka lei lei Aah! Cha, cha, cha, ra-cha-cha, cha-cha, Cha, cha, cha, ra-cha-cha, cha-cha, cha [Inhaling.]
Hey, just my girls! I took my girl for a surfboard ride - [Truck door closes.]
- Man: Hey, come on! [Grunts, sniffs.]
The surfboard huli and she huli makaluli E lei ka lei lei Cha, cha, cha, ra-cha-cha, cha-cha, cha - Cha, cha, cha, ra-cha-cha, cha-cha, cha - [Shelves thumping.]
[Groans.]
Cha, cha, cha, ra-cha-cha, cha-cha, cha - [Grunting.]
- [Moaning.]
[Exhales deeply.]
[Muffled music playing.]
[Sighs deeply.]
[Footsteps depart.]
[Grunts.]
[Chuckles.]
I love these.
Any idea why your mom sent 'em? Not a fucking clue.
- Oh.
Maybe she's reaching out? - [Glass clatters.]
[Sighs.]
When was the last time you two talked? Two three years ago, maybe? - Alvey.
- What? It's not me, it's her.
You know, she's she doesn't approve of the man I've become.
Well, she's an old lady.
I am an old man.
[Sighs.]
Are you gonna call her? - Mnh-mnh.
[Swallows.]
- [Glass clatters.]
Not a chance.
She wants to talk, she can call me.
I'm not gonna decode her cryptic bullshit.
No.
Anyway - I was cute, huh? - [Chuckles.]
What were you doing out tonight? - Just minding my own business.
- Oh.
We're still gonna do that "don't ask, don't tell" bullshit, huh? How are your hands? [Inhales deeply.]
My hands are killing me.
[Exhales deeply.]
My hands are killing me.
- Everything fucking hurts.
- Did you see a doctor? - I did see a doctor.
- [Bottle scrapes.]
And he makes a guess and then he passes you on to another doctor.
It's a fucking joke.
Big scam.
[Sighs.]
I'm sorry.
That's frustrating.
It's not that bad.
I'll be okay.
[Swallows.]
This makes it better.
[Glass clatters.]
[Loud clank in distance.]
[Alarm bell ringing.]
[Loud clatter.]
[Clicks.]
[Exhales sharply.]
[Ringing continues.]
- Fuck! - Hey! Don't [Grunts.]
- Fucker! - Stop! Stop! Stop! Put the fucking gun down! I forgot the code for the alarm! [Panting.]
Easy.
Easy.
- [Keypad beeping.]
- You wanna put it down? - [Ringing stops.]
- Jeez.
[Breathing heavily.]
How did you get in here? Made a key.
You made a fucking key? What is wrong with you? I made a key.
Give me the key.
You don't need a fucking key.
Okay.
You wanna put the gun down? [Breathing deeply.]
What are you doing here? I came to apologize to you.
Okay? And listen, I was unprofessional and I was act I was acting like a knucklehead.
You know what I mean? It's just hard, you know, when someone's wagging a finger at you.
You know, you know you're wrong.
Right? [Whispers.]
Jesus Christ.
And my pride got the best of me.
You know, just I'm sorry.
Yeah, it's fine.
Shit happens, right? I still need you to take some time off.
Yeah.
And when you come back, clean slate, okay? Cool.
- It's done.
Thank you.
- You scared the shit out of me.
[Chuckles.]
You fucking scared the shit out of me.
- [Sighs deeply.]
- Hey, can I can I ask you a question? Sure.
[Chair wheels rattle.]
[Sniffs.]
Why are you so cold to me? [Exhales.]
I'm not being cold.
You act - you act like nothing happened.
- Why are we talking about this? Am I am I am I missing something? - God, please, stop talking.
No.
- No, all I'm saying Am I missing something here? I mean, weren't weren't we just fucking in the - in the parking lot? You know what? - Please stop talking.
Just please.
[Sighs.]
If I remember correctly, you were eager to fuck.
You were eager to fuck me.
You had my cock in your mouth - before the car was - Fuck you! Okay, listen.
Um, I'm gonna be really clear with you.
We fucked once.
It will never happen again.
Do you understand that? Whatever you want.
You're, you know - You're in charge.
- And no one can know about it.
Mm-hmm.
Great.
I don't know how long that's gonna be for.
What? Hey! What? What do you mean? Somebody saw me and you leaving the other night, and they told Ryan.
He asked me about it.
- What did you say? - I said we had a drink.
- And what the fuck did he say? - He didn't say shit.
Okay? - He just gave me a fucking look.
- Oh, fuck.
Yeah, that's fucked.
Really fucked.
It's fucking you and Ryan, you and Alvey, me and you.
It's fucking dramatic, man.
It's fucking too much.
I can't deal with this fucking bullshit.
[Door creaks.]
[Door slams, locks.]
Jay: Shit.
Fucking [Whispers.]
Fucking Amy.
- Amy, come on.
What are you doing? - I waited so you could say goodbye.
You're not going anywhere.
Where you going? Home.
I'm going home.
[Objects clattering, unzips bag.]
You are home.
I'm going to Madison to be with my parents.
[Zips bag.]
- But not tonight.
Not tonight.
- Yes, tonight.
I waited so that you could say goodbye.
You're not driving tonight.
Hold your daughter, Jay.
We're leaving.
[Unzips bag, pills rattle.]
- [Maya crying.]
- [Zips bag.]
- [Exhales deeply.]
- What? What are you gonna say this time? [Maya continues crying.]
Pfft.
Come on.
Go hold your daughter, Jay.
We're leaving.
[Whispers.]
Amy.
Amy, just please.
Please, please, please, please.
Why do you still talk to me? That's a loaded one.
I wasn't good to you.
Hey, I was too high to notice.
I've been thinking about you a lot, you know.
A lot.
Our marriage.
How bad I treated you.
[Sighs deeply.]
I know I put that needle in your arm, Christina.
I know I did.
[Cellphone vibrates.]
I have to go.
[Inhales deeply.]
- Thanks for the wine.
- Take the bottle.
That's okay.
Let me walk you to the car.
Alvey I've slept on streets you wouldn't drive down.
I can walk to my car alone.
Get some sleep.
[Footsteps depart.]
[Door opens.]
[Door closes.]
[Dog barking in distance.]
[Burps, exhales deeply.]
[Inhales deeply.]
[Keys jangle.]
[Screen door rattles, unlocks.]
[Opens and closes mailbox.]
[Thump, door creaks.]
[Door unlocks.]
[Door closes, keys jangle.]
[Sniffs.]
Mm.
[Chuckles.]
[Keys clatter.]
[Switch clicks, glass clinks.]
Motherfuckers.
What the fuck? [Exhales sharply.]
[Pillow thuds.]
[Whispers.]
Fuck.
How the fuck [Exhales slowly.]
Piece of shit.
[Dog barking in distance.]
[Scrape, thud.]
- Aah! - [Loud crash.]
Man: Look out! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! - Fuck! - [Glass shatters.]
[Door bangs.]
Man: Go! Go! Fence! Jump the fence! [Dog continues barking.]
- Man: Move! Move! Move! Move! - [Ryan grunts.]
Man: Aah! The fuck off me or I'm-a fuck you up! [Grunting.]
[Breathing heavily.]
[Punches continue landing.]
[Muffled thumps.]
[Line rings.]
[Ring.]
[Panting echoes.]
Woman: 9-1-1 emergency.
Hello? Ryan: I have, uh, I have a guy who needs help right now.
I need an ambulance right away.
I got This fucking guy broke into my house, and I fucked him up really badly.
He's not fucking moving right now.
Fuck! [Grunts.]
I need an ambulance to come take care of this guy.
He's unconscious.
He's outside.
He's unconscious.
He's not he's not breathing.
I don't know, man.
I He's not breathing and he's not fucking moving.
What do I do? It's my fucking it's in my it's in my front yard.
Just fucking trust me and get an ambulance here as as fast as you can - so you can figure this shit out.
- [Sirens wailing in distance.]
Motherfucker.
Wake up, motherfucker.
Can you hear me? Fuck, man! Come on! Come on, fucking wake up, dude! This Hey! Hey! Okay, listen okay, listen listen to me.
Listen to me.
This motherfucker is going to die, okay? [Sirens continue wailing.]
I don't fuck I don't fucking hear him breathing at all right now, dude.
What do I do? Uh yeah.
Yeah.
[Grunts.]
Okay.
Okay.
Okay.
Okay.
Okay.
Okay.
I'm sorry.
Sorry.
Sorry.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah.
- Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, he's - [Speaks indistinctly.]
[Cory Branan's "The Last Man on Earth" playing.]
Shannon, Skylar, get those garbage cans and bring 'em in.
- Just like the last man - Honey, can you get the mail? - Would - [Alert dinging.]
If he was left with a secret [Wheels rattle.]
[Unbuckles seat belt.]
It's the very last bottle on Earth [Touchscreen clicking.]
Might as well get my money's worth "Can I have everybody's attention?" "Can I have everybody's attention?" "Can I have everybody's attention?" Laughs the loudest drunk on Earth My love is all eagles and tigers - [Keypad beeping.]
- Bald eagles and saber-tooth tigers My love is either endangered - Or gone - [Switch click, lights clank.]
[Door creaks.]
[Siren wailing.]
- But your love was a newborn - [Police radio chatter.]
I never seen the likes No cuffs.
You've been cooperating.
Your love was something newborn And it changed everything [Gasps.]
Yeah.
I know, it's a little sad.
[Maya crying.]
Tonight, I'll tie one on real good Just like the last man on Earth would [Maya continues crying.]
- [Jay speaks indistinctly.]
- If he never got to say - "Sorry, my sweet girl" - [Siren wailing.]
Deaf, dumb, and alone And I am standing Barely My lips still parted towards - [Maya continues crying.]
- The last, last kiss On Earth - [Engine starts.]
- Tonight, I'll tie one on real good Just like the last man on Earth would If he had to go back to the crowd Tonight, I'm the last man on Earth And there's a big, big moon