Kingdom (2014) s03e06 Episode Script
All Talk
1 I've never broken down before.
I always hold up.
That's how I live.
What I'm seeing is nothing that would account for the tingling and weakness in your hands.
I can't train.
Alvey, this is a million-dollar fight.
Now either you're gonna fucking call Garo, or I'm gonna do it myself.
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.
- How'd you buy that big-ass TV back there? - Okay, okay, you guys need to get off my property.
Did you tell Dom he could sell that in my gym? No.
What are you talking about? You better take care of this fucking guy.
I'm telling you, I got him up to here.
Amy.
I'm going to Madison to be with my parents.
- But not tonight.
- I waited so that you could say goodbye.
Nate got offered a fight.
They need an answer by tonight.
He wants it.
Keith's a buddy of mine.
He's killed two men.
His life is over.
Let us pray.
Don't Easy.
Easy.
- Weren't weren't we just fucking - Fuck you! We fucked once.
And no one can know about it.
[Fingers tapping tabletop.]
[Tapping continues.]
[Sniffs.]
[Indistinct conversations.]
[Knock on door frame.]
Mr.
Wheeler.
Detective Fromm.
- Hey.
- Oh, shit, man.
They didn't let you clean up? - No.
- Those fucking morons.
Hey! Hey, can we get some wet paper towels down here, please? - [Telephone rings.]
- Thank you.
Hey, we have someone in common.
Alvey Kulina? - [Mug thuds.]
- [Sighs.]
Yeah, he trained a couple of us.
He wore my ass out.
You tell him I said hello, huh? I will.
[Door closes.]
Jesus, you had a fucking night, huh? Okay, in your own words, why don't you just tell me what happened? I was, uh [Sniffs.]
I went out.
I was [Inhales sharply.]
Having a couple of drinks.
Who were you with? [Sniffs.]
Myself.
What time did you get home? 1:00, uh, 1:00 somethin'.
Then what? Um I went inside [Inhales sharply.]
And [Swallows.]
I saw the door was busted, and They were still in there.
And it it was on.
[Grunts softly.]
- [Pound on door.]
- Yeah.
Thank you.
You want a cup of coffee? - No.
- All right.
Bye.
[Door creaks, closes.]
[Telephones ringing in distance.]
- So these guys - [Clears throat.]
Uh, you say you've seen these guys before.
Yeah.
Earlier in the day.
They came to the house, um, askin' for, um - A donation.
- [Pen scratching.]
Yeah, they were definitely casing your place.
What was what was his name? Who? The, uh The guy that I, uh, that I - the - [Stifles grunt.]
[Whispers.]
That I fucked up? [Inhales sharply.]
- Uh, Leonard - [Paper rustles.]
Leonard something like like, Shaff or Shaffer.
- [Whispers.]
Yeah.
Yeah.
- It's Leonard Shaffer.
Mm.
Mm-hmm.
[Paper rustles.]
[Voice breaks.]
Did I kill him? No.
No, but he's critical.
[Inhales sharply.]
Ryan, hang in there.
[Exhales slowly.]
You gotta clear something up for me.
[Inhales deeply.]
Why'd you chase him down? [Sniffles, stifles sob.]
[Swallows.]
- Were you in fear for your life? - [Sniffles.]
- [Voice breaks.]
Me? - Yeah.
[Breathes shakily.]
Did you believe they were going to get a weapon? - [Sniffs, clears throat.]
- [Grunts.]
Listen, man.
I'm not trying to jam you up.
You beat a man outside your home.
You pursued him.
That complicates things a little bit.
- I need to know - [Sniffles.]
that you were in fear for your life.
[Swallows.]
Somethin', Ryan.
You gotta give me somethin', or you're not going home tonight.
[Swallows.]
I was in fear for my life.
Why? 'Cause I believed that they were gonna get a weapon, and I couldn't let them do that.
[Sighs.]
- [Clears throat.]
- Okay.
Okay.
[Taps tabletop.]
I'd have done the same thing.
[Sniffles, exhales deeply.]
[Stifles sob.]
Okay, you stay put.
I'm gonna get you a ride - home, all right? - [Sniffs.]
- Here, put that in there.
- [Inhales sharply.]
- There's more towels right there.
- Thanks.
- You use 'em.
- Thanks.
- I'll be right back.
- [Door opens.]
[Crying.]
[Door closes.]
[Continues crying.]
[Crow cawing.]
[Dog barking in distance.]
[Loud thud, object crashes.]
[Helicopter whirring.]
[Siren wailing in distance.]
[Baseball bat clinks.]
[Inhales deeply.]
[Beads clinking.]
[Baseball bat clanks.]
Ohh.
[Groans, exhales deeply.]
- Mornin'.
- [Speaks indistinctly.]
Uh, I made the oatmeal.
Yep.
I see that.
It's, uh, it's all over the floor.
[Sighing deeply.]
What is this? What, four nights in a row? Sorry, Mom.
What time did you get in? What time is it right now? [Mutters.]
- [Thud.]
- It's about 7:30.
Recently.
[Sniffs, groans.]
[Pot clatters.]
Where'd you go? Jesus Christ.
- [Knob clicks.]
- Where didn't I go? You know what's sad? You you're not eating oatmeal anymore? No, what's sad is, um [Knob clicks.]
you're 30 years old, you know.
[Inhales deeply.]
Fight day! [Beads clink.]
Morning.
Morning.
It's payday.
[Bills rustle.]
- What? They didn't tip me? - They weren't happy.
[Scoffs.]
That's bullshit.
I did girl-on-girl and two guys.
They said you had a bad attitude, like you didn't wanna be there.
Oh, my God.
I literally did everything they wanted.
Ah.
That's the problem, Kayla.
You gotta make it feel like you want it.
You gotta sell it.
That's your job.
I can barely fucking walk, okay? Sweetie, maybe this isn't for you.
- What's not for me? - This business.
You're working half as much as the other girls.
Maybe it's not what you thought it would be.
Whatever.
This place is just a stepping-stone.
To what? To making money and getting famous.
That's not a goal.
I'm not trying to have your life.
What exactly would you know about my life? I know that you're broke and you're still selling pussy.
And I think it's sad and I feel bad for you.
How many cam shows are you doing today? Two.
Do five.
[Scoffs.]
You're here to make money, not sit around.
[Rock music playing.]
You ready? I'm not feeling it today, man.
- You're not feeling it today? - Yeah.
You haven't done shit in a week, man.
You gotta work.
- Maybe maybe this afternoon.
- Can't do it.
Can't do it, man.
I got press, and then I gotta get Nate ready for tonight.
Well, then, tomorrow.
Why tomorrow? Let's do it now.
We're both here.
Come on.
What's the problem? It's been five fucking days, man.
You gotta let this go.
He's still in the fucking ICU.
- How do you know? - I called the detective.
You gotta stop doing that, bro.
The guy broke into your house.
You did what you had to do.
I'd have shot the motherfucker.
I dream about that shit.
They charge you with anything? - No.
- No.
You know why? 'Cause you didn't do anything wrong.
You're lucky you didn't break your hand on that cunt.
Come on, let's just get dressed.
You get dressed.
We'll roll around.
You can punch me in the face.
You'll feel better, I promise.
We'll go tomorrow, swear to God.
I just need one more day.
[Sighs.]
Okay.
Tomorrow.
You're gonna come to, uh, you're gonna come to Nate's fight, right? Yeah, I'll be there.
All right, we're gonna go hard tomorrow, so don't drink too much, okay? You either.
- Fuck you.
- [Chuckles.]
[Clicking.]
Unfortunately, that was our last oatmeal.
But I am gonna go to the supermarket, and you will be fattened with oatmeal within the hour.
It's all good, man.
I'll just, uh, I'll get some food at the gym.
Why are you going so early? [Dog barking.]
Dad wants me there for some press thing.
What is it? Just some some interviews and shooting some stuff around the gym.
Mm-hmm.
But what's the angle? Is it like a Like a family thing? Definitely is.
Family is the low-hanging, ass in the seats fruit of fight promotion.
Ahem.
This is how I would pitch it, if asked.
"The Kulinas: Portrait of a Combat Family.
" I'd start out with a-a black-and-white photo of a young Alvey, center cage.
Got his chest hair matted and bloody, his championship belt proudly hanging across his waist.
His young boy and infant son held aloft.
Face turned towards the heavens.
We cut a few years.
Those same young brothers - now young men - [Zips bag.]
learning the Warrior's Way at the knee of their battle-scarred father.
Then Dissolve to, like, right now, present day.
The aged lion in winter gnashes his teeth one last time as his loyal sons follow behind him, carrying robe and belt.
Yeah.
Something like that.
[Sighs.]
See ya.
But wait.
Hold on.
There's a gaping plot hole.
Where is that second son? He's on a 4-day coke bender, and he's too fucked up to make a bowl of oatmeal.
Well, I think you're takin' that out of context.
Don't you, Nate? I think the context makes it worse.
Get some sleep.
See you later.
[Gate opens, closes.]
I need to cancel an appointment I had for, uh, tomorrow.
Dr.
Amato.
Kulina.
Kulina? Yeah.
And did she have me down for an MRI as well? - Yeah, I need to cancel that, too.
- [Knock on door.]
No, I'm gonna be away for about a month.
I-I'll, uh, once I settle back in, I'll I'll give you guys a call.
Thanks.
Hey.
- We're ready for you.
- [Sighs.]
How long is this gonna take? A couple of hours.
They need some singles, some of you and Nate, and then some shots of you training.
This is gonna take all day.
[Sniffs.]
Well, we're waiting on you, diva.
- You speak to Ryan? - No, I can't get ahold of him.
He bailed on me again.
I mean, he's all fucked up over what happened.
Shit.
I know where this is going.
Well, can you talk to him? Yeah.
I will go over there and talk to him this afternoon.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Come here.
[Drawer opens.]
I need you to help me with something.
Shut the door.
[Drawer and door close.]
- What is that? - Toradol.
Is it still that bad? It's worse.
Just don't want to seem like a fucking gimp in front of all these photographers.
- Mm.
- [Inhales deeply.]
[Unzips pants.]
Control yourself.
[Chuckles.]
Hold still.
Careful now.
You might feel a little prick.
Ah.
That's what she said.
It's a terrible joke, my friend.
- There you go, tough guy.
- [Syringe clatters.]
- You comin' out? - Yeah, be right there.
- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.
I miss this.
Mac: Me, too, buddy.
[Growls.]
Just two fucking Velociraptors pulling a midday shift.
Unbridled.
[Mouth full.]
I worked this morning.
Of course you did.
Saving lives.
Nurse Mackles R.
Sullivan.
Profile in Courage.
I had a guy take an intentional shit in his bed.
- That's very aggressive.
- It was premeditated.
Guy told me yesterday, "I'm gonna shit in this bed, and you're gonna fucking clean it up.
" And the asshole followed through.
- Brother Johnny - [Sighs deeply.]
He bought a plane You should Angel of Death that motherfucker.
- Yeah, I thought about it.
- You ever put anyone to sleep? No.
No, I never murdered anybody at work.
You're a very docile man, Mac.
I like that about you.
- Cheers.
- Mm.
To the day.
Well, all right - To us.
- Ooh, ooh, ooh Ahh.
Ooh, ooh, ooh You know what we need? Money.
Women.
We need women, Mac.
Women with loose morals.
I'm thinking of one in particular.
Mac - Let's call Ashlee.
- No.
- What do you say? - Don't call Ashlee.
Come on, why? She's friends with Shelby? - Yeah.
- Give me a fucking break.
Shelby doesn't want to be with you, Mac.
I'm not gonna I'm having a baby with her.
I can't go hanging around with broads she knows.
Shelby hasn't made any responses to your overtures.
- Come on.
- No, sir.
What is she waiting for? The second fucking kid? - I'm growing on her.
- Mac, she wants no part of you.
I don't mean to be cruel, but them's the facts, sir.
Despite the fact that your size, I think, - would make you a great fucking father.
- Thank you.
Ooh - [Chair scrapes.]
- Damn it! Fuck, Jay! Do not fucking suck today.
What the fuck you doing? Ya Te robasta mi television y mi radio today.
Y ahora quiere llevarse mi carro uck you doing? Yeah, all right.
That's compelling.
I'm in.
Goddamn right it's compelling.
Mac, this is gonna be such a fuckin' good day, sir, that you're gonna have a hard time not getting fucking laid.
- Ooh, ooh, ooh - Fetch your bag.
I'm calling the motherfucking women.
Don't call Ashlee.
Hey, Johnny, they looking for you, man - Ashlee.
- Jay, fuck! [Knock on screen door.]
- Yeah.
- Yo, brother.
You all right? - [Door unlocks.]
- Mm.
Hey, man.
I'm scared of myself.
I beat the fucking life out of him.
Didn't have to.
They were fucking running, man.
They didn't get anything.
And I just Dude, I couldn't fucking stop myself.
[Siren wailing in distance.]
Fuck.
Fucking scary shit, huh? Yeah.
I got that rage, too.
I knew.
I mean, I would I would lose it, brother.
I mean, I would fucking go off.
And all that that rage and adrenaline [Snaps fingers.]
just go away like that, then I'd fall to the fucking floor.
You know that feeling? Yeah.
Mm.
You know what that means? Means you got a conscience.
Means you're not an animal.
You're just a man, brother, that's seen more fucked up shit than most people.
Yeah.
You were dealt that shit.
It ain't on you, brother.
It ain't on you.
But you can't isolate yourself.
Don't do that.
You call me.
You call Alvey.
You call Lisa.
Anybody, right? Just don't let it get in your fucking head.
You'll lose yourself, you start thinking fucking crazy shit.
"Am I a fighter because my life is this way?" "Is my life this way because I'm a fucking fighter?" Or is life just shit and you're a fighter? That's the club we in, brother.
The club we in.
The dues are a motherfucker, but they gotta be paid.
What'd Alvey say? He said I'm lucky I didn't break my hand.
- Really? - Yeah.
I mean, you can't you can't fault him for that.
Looking out for your career, right? - Yeah.
- His his, too.
His, too.
You're a business, man, you know? [Cellphone rings, vibrates.]
[Ring.]
Motherfucker.
[Cellphone thuds.]
- Who is that? - [Ring.]
Dickhead reporter.
He keeps calling me.
[Ring.]
I gotta piss.
You want another one? Brother, I'm doing what you're doing.
[Bottle thuds.]
[Ring.]
- [Ring.]
- [Sighs.]
[Ringing stops.]
Alvey: I've been doing this since I could walk.
Joe: Nice.
[Speaks indistinctly.]
[Grunting.]
My father fought.
My grandfather.
You wanna be a Kulina, you gotta learn how to handle yourself.
It's in the DNA.
When I was 17, my father put me to work.
Yeah.
He used to run this this, uh, this bar.
Cozy's.
Dive.
Real shit part of town, you know? A lot of drunks.
The, uh, the regulars, you know, they'd run up a tab and sometimes they couldn't pay.
You know, hard hard times, whatever.
So he he started giving 'em a choice You either pay your bill or you go and fight my son Alvey.
Yeah.
You win, we're good.
We're settled, right? You lose, I want your watch or your gold chain or I want the title to your piece of shit car.
Whatever whatever it was.
Anything anything of value.
Every Sunday, bar none, he would drive me down to that bar parking lot, and there'd be two or three guys waiting for me.
Didn't matter how cold it was.
Dead of winter, there'd be a couple guys there.
And I fought 'em, one at a time.
I fought 'em.
Grown men.
I was a kid.
Yeah.
But I'll tell you something.
I won more of those fights than I lost.
Made me a man.
I was too afraid to tell my mother, but it made me a man.
[Grunting.]
[Chime blares.]
- Joe: All right? - [Speaks indistinctly.]
- [Speaks indistinctly.]
- [Knock on screen door.]
[Knocks.]
[Siren wailing in distance.]
- Oh.
- [Unlocks door.]
[Speaks indistinctly.]
Why are you here? I'm talking to Ryan.
What's up? [Sighs.]
Where is he? Ryan: Hey.
- Lisa: Hi.
- I'll catch you later.
- You're going? - Yeah.
- You're out? - Yeah.
- Take one for the road? - No, I'm okay.
All right.
- You all right? - Yeah.
[Pats arm.]
Hey, remember what I said.
Yeah.
Okay? You want a drink? Uh, what time is it? Middle of the day.
Then I'll have vodka.
I'm out of ice cubes.
Then I'll have vodka.
[Camera shutter clicks.]
Nate: The Japanese loved him.
Uh, you know, he he was over there all the time when I was a kid.
I was too young to go, but but Jay went a couple times.
I don't know.
I don't really think of him as a legend.
I mean, I-I knew he was a-a big deal.
He was important, but, um not not legend, necessarily.
In the gym, he he was very important, and we could feel that.
No, there was never pressure.
No.
I mean, it's the family business.
You know, my My father always encouraged my brother and me to be ourselves, both as as fighters and and men.
Hey, Melody.
It's Jay Kulina.
I need you to drop everything you're doing and come to my house, posthaste.
Only an intimate, little [Sniffs.]
pool party.
Stimulants and booze provided.
Hello.
How you doin', Erin? Nope.
Single as a drifter and I am in need of your company.
Nope.
Not married.
Well, the theme is scantily clad - with Mexican undertones.
- [Ice crunches.]
And I want you and Shana and Amanda No.
Fuck me.
I did not know that.
Can you send my thoughts and prayers to her family, please? Yeah, she We had a kid.
- But they - [Rattle clatters.]
no longer live here.
Maya.
Mm-hmm.
Oh, no, she's with her mom and her family.
Wisconsin, yeah.
[Whirring.]
Nate: My father always told me, you know, "If it's important to you, you'll find a way.
If not, you'll find an excuse.
" [Alvey speaks indistinctly.]
Yeah, I went through a pretty bad slump.
You know, I was I was hanging my head, feeling sorry for myself.
Right hook.
Nice.
He questioned my desire to be a fighter.
Right.
Step out.
Jab the right.
Pissed him off.
Block.
Good.
Block.
But you have to be able to answer that question.
You know, you can't lie to yourself.
You you gotta be willing to bleed for it.
My father never smiled.
The day I left home, we shook hands.
You know, I mean, did he love me? Yeah, you know.
I didn't always know it.
You know, when you're fighting, it takes you all over the world.
You know, and you're not You're not home as much as you wanna be.
But when I was home, we were always we were always together.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Yeah, him and his brother would come to the gym with me every day.
You know, they were my shadows.
That's probably why we're We're still so close.
- Alvey: Who's better than Navy Street? - All: No one.
- No one.
Who's better than Navy Street? - All: No one! - Who's better than Navy Street?! - No That it? - Man: Yeah.
- Man: Let's break it down.
All right, uh, just, uh, we'll get you shaken out, and, uh, the rest of the day is yours.
Did you, uh Uh, did you tell your brother about this? Yeah.
Yeah, I did.
I should've ask him to come, huh? - He wouldn't have come.
- No? No.
I've gotten a lot of interview requests, all positive.
And sponsors have been reaching out.
Tell them thank you, but I'm not interested.
It might be good to talk, you know? - Mm.
Get your story out there? - Why would I do that? Because it's a great story.
And if it's picked up nationally, then it would be amazing for your brand.
I don't care about that.
[Sighs.]
Hey.
Don't feel bad about this.
It was a home invasion with some piece of shit criminal who would've probably killed you if he had the chance.
Hey, listen, listen.
No interview, Lisa, okay? I did this shit with my father, and I'm not doing it again.
Done.
[Siren wailing in distance.]
Okay.
I'm not trying to be fucking difficult.
No.
I know.
It's fine.
- Okay.
- [Kisses cheek.]
Why was Dom here? Just hanging out.
Why? You know I suspended him, right? Yeah, for the protein powder thing.
But he knows he fucked up.
Well, it's just kind of dicey between him and Alvey, and you're Alvey's fighter.
He came over as a friend, and I appreciated that.
Alvey's got friends.
I've got friends.
- It's not an issue.
- Okay.
- I'm gonna see you tonight, right? - Yes.
Hey.
Yeah.
[Purse thumps.]
[Denney and the Jets' "Lovin' Days" playing.]
Who's comin'? Nobody is fucking coming, Mac.
- What do you mean? - [Liquor sloshes.]
I mean I'm a double sword, man.
- I'm a - [Sniffs, exhales sharply.]
double-edge, you know? Man creates a new life [Clicks tongue.]
[Strained voice.]
only to be exiled from his old life.
You know, I have no idea what the fuck you're talking about.
- Here.
- Fucking life, Mac.
Come here.
Take it.
Before Amy? - [Sniffs.]
- [Whistles.]
Yeah, it's fucking deeper than that, because I'm like I'm I'm like I'm locked up in a fucking penile colony.
I'm locked up like a Like a fucking leper here.
[Inhaling.]
I'm getting sick of this.
- [Tapping.]
- Oh, fuck! [Sniffs.]
Not not No, no, no, no.
Not you.
Not not not this.
- [Sniffs.]
- But I love you.
- You know, again, just, uh - [Sniffs.]
I don't know.
I don't want to be the old guy at the club.
[Inhaling.]
Mm.
Ahh.
Baby, I'll pick you up Get you high as the ceiling - [Tapping.]
- You don't get it.
[Tap, object clatters.]
Regulations abound, Mac.
Restrictions.
You understand? That's the only way I can put it.
It's not an open road, man.
You're not sitting at the teppanyaki grill, getting fucking shrimp tossed into your mouth.
There's no steaming volcano of onion.
Our lovin' days Your appetite is not addressed.
You're starving.
Okay? Your thirst not quenched.
It's a dry fucking desert, Mac.
[Sniffs.]
Jay, I I-I just, uh [Inhaling.]
I just don't know if I wanna be doing this in, like, 10 years.
9 or 10 years, that's all.
- [Smack, thud.]
- Jesus! Goddamnit, Jay.
Get get out of here.
- Not no, no, no! Don't! - [Smack.]
- Goddamnit! - [Objects clatter.]
[Groans.]
Fuck! [Glass rattles.]
Why can't we just Fucking hate doing things.
You fucking You need this, Mac.
God! [Strained voice.]
No, I don't.
- Yes.
- [Inhales slowly.]
No, look, the kid's staying at Shelby's.
Shelby sees you got this bassinet.
Ow.
- That's a fucking gesture, Mac.
- [Groans.]
That's a fucking man standing up on his own two fucking feet for his woman.
- You understand? - [Sniffs.]
Yeah.
All right, all right.
Okay.
This - This.
- Oh, Mac.
Top of the fucking line.
Very European.
We got dual suspension, a ton of anti-suffocation technology.
This is premium, Mac.
Take a look.
Put your hands on it, Mac.
Feel it.
There you go.
What do you think? Huh? Will the color work for a boy? Goddamn right it will.
[Sniffs.]
No, no, no.
You you keep it.
Mac - What if she comes back? - I need you to fucking take it! - It's a goddamn fucking - All right, all right.
empty casket for me right here now.
Let's let's get it the fuck out of here.
You're gonna love this.
You're gonna not regret having taken it, Mac.
I'm telling you.
- [Knock on door.]
- [Sighs.]
What? Christina: Hey.
I'm about to do a show, so you can stop freaking out at me.
Okay.
I just wanna let you know I'm leaving for the fight.
Such a fucking waste of time.
[Inhales deeply.]
You need to change your attitude.
Guys can tell if you're not having fun.
Yeah, well, like it matters.
They barely tip me.
- Talk to them.
- I do.
Listen to them.
You need to reach through the screen and make them want to give you everything.
I'm trying, okay? I fucking suck at this.
[Sighs.]
Well, first of all, don't start in your underwear.
It should cost, like, 50 bucks to get to that.
You need to tease 'em a little.
Ha! Look! You got this whole schoolgirl thing goin'.
Put that on.
You gotta make 'em pay to see you.
- Here you go.
- Thanks.
Here you go.
Mm-hmm.
You have to make them know you're worth it.
How does that feel? It's cute.
It's adorable.
You're gonna get the hang of it.
Just just do one show tonight and then watch a movie.
I'll be home around 11:00.
- Okay.
- Thanks.
Maybe we should do, like, a scene together.
Yeah, like, I'll be your stepdaughter, and you'll catch me, like, sucking off my boyfriend, and then you can teach me to do it right.
- Never gonna happen.
- I think it'd be fun.
- Make some money.
- Bye.
- You look pretty! - Thank you! - [Rock music blaring.]
- Hey, um, Amy, it's me.
Uh Yeah, I know it's loud 'cause I'm at my brother's fight right now.
He was just askin' about you.
[Sniffs.]
Uh, everyone is.
[Indistinct conversations.]
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I-I, uh, I know I love you.
I know that.
I know that.
And believe me, I know that this is entirely my fault.
And I-I know I don't even deserve a phone call back from you.
But [Head thumps.]
I mean, is this easy? How did you make this decision? I'm not [Mouths word.]
I'm not angry.
I'm not angry.
I'm just I'm I We were really good for a while.
I was really happy.
Can you just tell Tell Maya that I love her, please? [Groans.]
- Man: Ryan! - [Photographers shouting.]
Dom: Get out of here.
Get out of my fucking face.
- Dude, get out the way.
- [Speaks indistinctly.]
No, I'm not talking about that shit.
- Okay, let's go back up here.
Dom.
- [Speaks indistinctly.]
Can we fucking move somewhere? Yeah, yeah, in the back.
Come on, come on.
I need a pass.
I don't have a pass.
- Uh Dude.
- Fuck it.
Here, take this.
- Thank you, Mac.
- I'll be drinking.
- Thanks, Mac.
- Owe you, brother.
- Okay, right here to the left.
Come on.
- [Speaks indistinctly.]
- Come on.
- Ooh! - Hey.
- Hi.
- How did you get a lanyard? - Ryan.
Why are you fucking with me? - It ain't always about you, you know? - Warm it up.
- Dom: Hey, Alvey.
- Yeah? I was wondering if I could, uh, get a word with you.
- Now? - No, no, whenever you get a chance.
Just to talk about some shit that's going on, you know? - Whatever, so - All right, listen up! Anybody who doesn't have to be here, and you know who you are, get the fuck out.
We gotta warm up.
- Lisa: Let's go.
- Jay: Party's over.
Have a drink with me after the fight, all right? It'll be short.
[Sniffs.]
[Indistinct conversations.]
- Kayla.
- Hi! - What are you doing here? - Well, I wanted to see the fight.
I-I tried to call you, like, three times.
It's so fucking crazy.
Is this where Nate's fighting? It's gonna be big.
Come on.
What? Stop.
What are you doing? - Can you let go? - No.
You need to go home.
No! Why can't I stay? Because I did not invite you.
Well, I'm pretty sure you didn't invite a lot of these people.
- I'm getting you an Uber.
- No, no, no, I-I wanna stay.
Please, I wanna see the fight.
[Sighs.]
My sons are here.
I won't I won't even talk to you.
I won't I won't sit near you.
I promise.
- [Cellphone dings.]
- Please, can you - can you please just let me stay? - [Scoffs.]
I just I don't wanna be at the house without you.
You really can't talk to me.
I won't.
Just stay out here for a few minutes before you come in.
- Thank you.
- [Sighs.]
[Jay speaks indistinctly.]
Nice.
Work for the underhook.
There you go.
Knee.
- Beautiful.
- Nate, you're up.
Your fight, man.
Your fucking fight, right? I want you to drag this cocksucker to the deep end and drown this motherfucker, okay? Good? Let's do it.
Let's do it.
Game time.
We need to focus.
Alvey: Work is done.
Game time.
- It's all you, Nate.
- Jay: Oh, boy.
- Whoo! - Man: Here we go.
- Jay: Nice and loose, Nate.
- Nice and relaxed.
- Whoo! - Love it.
[Indistinct conversations.]
- Alvey: Let's go.
Nice and relaxed.
- Faggot.
- [Grunts.]
- Oh! [All shouting.]
- Go! - Get out of here! [Men speak indistinctly.]
- Are you okay? - I'm fine.
I'm fine.
- You still good to fight? - I'm fine.
[Cheering.]
making his way to the cage Let's go.
Let's fucking go.
- Commission, please, let's go.
- We gotta fight.
- Okay, Nate, it's your warm-up.
Let's walk.
- Man: Let's go! - What was that? - Nothing.
What'd he say? What'd he say? Nothing! Let's go! We gotta fight, Nate! Nate Kulina! - [Cheering.]
- [Bell dings.]
[Hard rock music playing.]
Ready for more I won't back down Ready for more [Cheers and applause.]
Go, Nate! Ready for more I won't stop now Ready for more I won't back down Ready for more Ready for more I won't stop now Ready for more I won't back down Ready for more Ready for more I won't stop now Ready for more I won't back down Ready for more [Music stops.]
Man: Yeah! Karbis Sarafyan: [Amplified voice.]
Ladies and gentlemen, this is the main event of the evening, sanctioned by the California State Athletic Commission.
And now, ladies and gentlemen, from the Events Center in Los Angeles, California, where battles are fought and champions are made.
Ladies and gentlemen, let the battle begin! [Bell dings.]
[Cheering.]
- Relax! Relax, breathe! Come on! - [Shouts indistinctly.]
Relax your shoulder! [Cheering, shouting.]
Jay: Don't stand in front of him! Audience: Oh! Come on, Nate! Focus! Side to side! Relax! - There you go! Nice kick! - Come on, Nate! - There you go! - Nice.
Nice.
Jay: Drop his ass! [All shouting.]
- Relax! - Get him! Get on him! Roll the fuck out, Nate! Roll out! Roll out! Roll out! Roll out! Roll out! Yes! - [Cheering.]
- Follow him! No! Come on, you got it, you got it, - you got it! Come on, sink it in! - Sink it in! - Up! Up! - [Shouts indistinctly.]
Up! Come up! Up! Up! - [Thud.]
- Oh, shit! [Shouts indistinctly.]
[All shouting.]
Jay: Cover him! Get up! Stand up, Nate! Stand up, Nate! - Alvey: All right, here we go.
- Jay: There you go! [Alvey shouts indistinctly.]
[Jay and Joe shout indistinctly.]
Get down! Get down! [All shouting.]
- Almost there! Come on! - You got this! Come on! Alvey: Come on! [Shouts indistinctly.]
[Bell dings.]
[Rap music playing.]
Hold up.
Hold up.
Hold up.
What the fuck are you doing in there, man? What are you doing? You're all over the fucking place.
Relax.
You wanna fucking box him? You wanna fucking box him? Angle, angle.
Move your fucking head, okay? This is fucking your fight.
Don't fuck this up.
[Music stops.]
Ready? Fight! [Bell dings.]
[All shouting.]
- [Cage rattles.]
- [Cheering.]
Again! Again! [Cheering.]
Come on! Go after him! Come on, Nate! Duck and roll! Come on, Nate! Let your hands go! Nice! [Bell dings.]
[Cheering.]
[Hard rock music playing.]
- Yeah! - Ohh! Ready for more I won't back down Ready for more [Cheering.]
That's how we fucking finish! That's how we finish! Sarafyan: Referee Frank Trigg has called an end to this contest at 2 minutes and 16 seconds of the second round.
Declared your winner, by way of knockout, Nate Kulina! Lisa King: I'm here with our winner, Nate Kulina.
Nate, wow! What a knockout! What were you thinking? Where did that come from? - What did you see? - I-I saw opportunity, you know, when we exchanged, uh, the kicks.
And and he caught mine.
I thought I was in trouble, and I was able to get that elbow out there and and finish him.
Well, you came out pretty wild in the first round.
What did your father say to you in the corner? Uh, he, um, told me to calm the fuck Dow - [Chuckles.]
Yeah - Which I needed to do.
Uh, you know, Nauta's a great fighter.
Respect to him and his team, uh, but but we got it done today.
All right, well, you did.
And I am happy to present you with Knockout of the Night.
[Cheers and applause.]
- Yes! How much?! How much?! - Well deserved.
It's a $5,000 cash bonus.
So congratulations to you.
Ladies and gentlemen, your winner Nate Kulina! - [Cheers and applause.]
- [Kisses.]
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Come here.
Alvey: I don't know what the hell he was doing out there.
He was out of control.
Jay: 5 grand doesn't suck.
No, it doesn't.
To your brother.
[Glasses clink.]
[Trapper Schoeppe & The Shades.]
: Can't give her more time So long, so long, so long [Sniffs.]
How you holdin' up? No sad goodbye - Have you heard from her? - [Glass thuds.]
Yeah.
She, um, she got there safe and sound.
That's that's all I know.
Leave everything behind You know, you got rights.
You know, this is your kid, too.
If this is what you wanna talk about, we should just settle up.
No, I'm just saying, man, I've been there.
Okay? I wasn't ready when I had you.
I did some stupid shit.
So long Mm.
Anyway [Sighs.]
Look, I wanted to apologize for not having you at the interview, okay? It was wrong.
You just you make nervous, man.
I don't know what you're gonna say.
So long, so long, so long How'd it go? How'd it go? I don't know.
Just, uh, it was fine.
You know, did what it's supposed to do.
You got some slo-mo shots of you and Nate hugging? Laughing at some hi-larious situation from our childhood? - In fact, we do.
- Yeah, people love family.
Mm-hmm.
They do.
They do.
I mean, my father was a fucking monster.
I made it sound like he was my hero.
Like he made me a man, which he did not.
So long - [Glass thuds.]
- Anyway, I apologize.
I didn't want to hurt your feelings, you know? It's a business decision.
So long, so long [Glass thuds.]
Don't worry about it.
I think you made the right call.
- I got it.
I got it.
I got it.
- I'll pay.
I got it.
I can't buy you a drink? So long [Sighs.]
- Thanks.
- You're welcome.
Now I'm getting a little tired of beating up Joe and Juan.
I could use another body if you wanna come spar, maybe, uh, take your mind off shit.
Well, I have to find a job.
A job.
Pay my bills and shit.
Come to the gym.
We'll figure something out.
You teach a couple classes.
We'll find money.
Yeah.
Maybe.
I'll play it by ear.
All right.
Thanks for the drink.
So long to the evening A new day will rise
I always hold up.
That's how I live.
What I'm seeing is nothing that would account for the tingling and weakness in your hands.
I can't train.
Alvey, this is a million-dollar fight.
Now either you're gonna fucking call Garo, or I'm gonna do it myself.
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.
- How'd you buy that big-ass TV back there? - Okay, okay, you guys need to get off my property.
Did you tell Dom he could sell that in my gym? No.
What are you talking about? You better take care of this fucking guy.
I'm telling you, I got him up to here.
Amy.
I'm going to Madison to be with my parents.
- But not tonight.
- I waited so that you could say goodbye.
Nate got offered a fight.
They need an answer by tonight.
He wants it.
Keith's a buddy of mine.
He's killed two men.
His life is over.
Let us pray.
Don't Easy.
Easy.
- Weren't weren't we just fucking - Fuck you! We fucked once.
And no one can know about it.
[Fingers tapping tabletop.]
[Tapping continues.]
[Sniffs.]
[Indistinct conversations.]
[Knock on door frame.]
Mr.
Wheeler.
Detective Fromm.
- Hey.
- Oh, shit, man.
They didn't let you clean up? - No.
- Those fucking morons.
Hey! Hey, can we get some wet paper towels down here, please? - [Telephone rings.]
- Thank you.
Hey, we have someone in common.
Alvey Kulina? - [Mug thuds.]
- [Sighs.]
Yeah, he trained a couple of us.
He wore my ass out.
You tell him I said hello, huh? I will.
[Door closes.]
Jesus, you had a fucking night, huh? Okay, in your own words, why don't you just tell me what happened? I was, uh [Sniffs.]
I went out.
I was [Inhales sharply.]
Having a couple of drinks.
Who were you with? [Sniffs.]
Myself.
What time did you get home? 1:00, uh, 1:00 somethin'.
Then what? Um I went inside [Inhales sharply.]
And [Swallows.]
I saw the door was busted, and They were still in there.
And it it was on.
[Grunts softly.]
- [Pound on door.]
- Yeah.
Thank you.
You want a cup of coffee? - No.
- All right.
Bye.
[Door creaks, closes.]
[Telephones ringing in distance.]
- So these guys - [Clears throat.]
Uh, you say you've seen these guys before.
Yeah.
Earlier in the day.
They came to the house, um, askin' for, um - A donation.
- [Pen scratching.]
Yeah, they were definitely casing your place.
What was what was his name? Who? The, uh The guy that I, uh, that I - the - [Stifles grunt.]
[Whispers.]
That I fucked up? [Inhales sharply.]
- Uh, Leonard - [Paper rustles.]
Leonard something like like, Shaff or Shaffer.
- [Whispers.]
Yeah.
Yeah.
- It's Leonard Shaffer.
Mm.
Mm-hmm.
[Paper rustles.]
[Voice breaks.]
Did I kill him? No.
No, but he's critical.
[Inhales sharply.]
Ryan, hang in there.
[Exhales slowly.]
You gotta clear something up for me.
[Inhales deeply.]
Why'd you chase him down? [Sniffles, stifles sob.]
[Swallows.]
- Were you in fear for your life? - [Sniffles.]
- [Voice breaks.]
Me? - Yeah.
[Breathes shakily.]
Did you believe they were going to get a weapon? - [Sniffs, clears throat.]
- [Grunts.]
Listen, man.
I'm not trying to jam you up.
You beat a man outside your home.
You pursued him.
That complicates things a little bit.
- I need to know - [Sniffles.]
that you were in fear for your life.
[Swallows.]
Somethin', Ryan.
You gotta give me somethin', or you're not going home tonight.
[Swallows.]
I was in fear for my life.
Why? 'Cause I believed that they were gonna get a weapon, and I couldn't let them do that.
[Sighs.]
- [Clears throat.]
- Okay.
Okay.
[Taps tabletop.]
I'd have done the same thing.
[Sniffles, exhales deeply.]
[Stifles sob.]
Okay, you stay put.
I'm gonna get you a ride - home, all right? - [Sniffs.]
- Here, put that in there.
- [Inhales sharply.]
- There's more towels right there.
- Thanks.
- You use 'em.
- Thanks.
- I'll be right back.
- [Door opens.]
[Crying.]
[Door closes.]
[Continues crying.]
[Crow cawing.]
[Dog barking in distance.]
[Loud thud, object crashes.]
[Helicopter whirring.]
[Siren wailing in distance.]
[Baseball bat clinks.]
[Inhales deeply.]
[Beads clinking.]
[Baseball bat clanks.]
Ohh.
[Groans, exhales deeply.]
- Mornin'.
- [Speaks indistinctly.]
Uh, I made the oatmeal.
Yep.
I see that.
It's, uh, it's all over the floor.
[Sighing deeply.]
What is this? What, four nights in a row? Sorry, Mom.
What time did you get in? What time is it right now? [Mutters.]
- [Thud.]
- It's about 7:30.
Recently.
[Sniffs, groans.]
[Pot clatters.]
Where'd you go? Jesus Christ.
- [Knob clicks.]
- Where didn't I go? You know what's sad? You you're not eating oatmeal anymore? No, what's sad is, um [Knob clicks.]
you're 30 years old, you know.
[Inhales deeply.]
Fight day! [Beads clink.]
Morning.
Morning.
It's payday.
[Bills rustle.]
- What? They didn't tip me? - They weren't happy.
[Scoffs.]
That's bullshit.
I did girl-on-girl and two guys.
They said you had a bad attitude, like you didn't wanna be there.
Oh, my God.
I literally did everything they wanted.
Ah.
That's the problem, Kayla.
You gotta make it feel like you want it.
You gotta sell it.
That's your job.
I can barely fucking walk, okay? Sweetie, maybe this isn't for you.
- What's not for me? - This business.
You're working half as much as the other girls.
Maybe it's not what you thought it would be.
Whatever.
This place is just a stepping-stone.
To what? To making money and getting famous.
That's not a goal.
I'm not trying to have your life.
What exactly would you know about my life? I know that you're broke and you're still selling pussy.
And I think it's sad and I feel bad for you.
How many cam shows are you doing today? Two.
Do five.
[Scoffs.]
You're here to make money, not sit around.
[Rock music playing.]
You ready? I'm not feeling it today, man.
- You're not feeling it today? - Yeah.
You haven't done shit in a week, man.
You gotta work.
- Maybe maybe this afternoon.
- Can't do it.
Can't do it, man.
I got press, and then I gotta get Nate ready for tonight.
Well, then, tomorrow.
Why tomorrow? Let's do it now.
We're both here.
Come on.
What's the problem? It's been five fucking days, man.
You gotta let this go.
He's still in the fucking ICU.
- How do you know? - I called the detective.
You gotta stop doing that, bro.
The guy broke into your house.
You did what you had to do.
I'd have shot the motherfucker.
I dream about that shit.
They charge you with anything? - No.
- No.
You know why? 'Cause you didn't do anything wrong.
You're lucky you didn't break your hand on that cunt.
Come on, let's just get dressed.
You get dressed.
We'll roll around.
You can punch me in the face.
You'll feel better, I promise.
We'll go tomorrow, swear to God.
I just need one more day.
[Sighs.]
Okay.
Tomorrow.
You're gonna come to, uh, you're gonna come to Nate's fight, right? Yeah, I'll be there.
All right, we're gonna go hard tomorrow, so don't drink too much, okay? You either.
- Fuck you.
- [Chuckles.]
[Clicking.]
Unfortunately, that was our last oatmeal.
But I am gonna go to the supermarket, and you will be fattened with oatmeal within the hour.
It's all good, man.
I'll just, uh, I'll get some food at the gym.
Why are you going so early? [Dog barking.]
Dad wants me there for some press thing.
What is it? Just some some interviews and shooting some stuff around the gym.
Mm-hmm.
But what's the angle? Is it like a Like a family thing? Definitely is.
Family is the low-hanging, ass in the seats fruit of fight promotion.
Ahem.
This is how I would pitch it, if asked.
"The Kulinas: Portrait of a Combat Family.
" I'd start out with a-a black-and-white photo of a young Alvey, center cage.
Got his chest hair matted and bloody, his championship belt proudly hanging across his waist.
His young boy and infant son held aloft.
Face turned towards the heavens.
We cut a few years.
Those same young brothers - now young men - [Zips bag.]
learning the Warrior's Way at the knee of their battle-scarred father.
Then Dissolve to, like, right now, present day.
The aged lion in winter gnashes his teeth one last time as his loyal sons follow behind him, carrying robe and belt.
Yeah.
Something like that.
[Sighs.]
See ya.
But wait.
Hold on.
There's a gaping plot hole.
Where is that second son? He's on a 4-day coke bender, and he's too fucked up to make a bowl of oatmeal.
Well, I think you're takin' that out of context.
Don't you, Nate? I think the context makes it worse.
Get some sleep.
See you later.
[Gate opens, closes.]
I need to cancel an appointment I had for, uh, tomorrow.
Dr.
Amato.
Kulina.
Kulina? Yeah.
And did she have me down for an MRI as well? - Yeah, I need to cancel that, too.
- [Knock on door.]
No, I'm gonna be away for about a month.
I-I'll, uh, once I settle back in, I'll I'll give you guys a call.
Thanks.
Hey.
- We're ready for you.
- [Sighs.]
How long is this gonna take? A couple of hours.
They need some singles, some of you and Nate, and then some shots of you training.
This is gonna take all day.
[Sniffs.]
Well, we're waiting on you, diva.
- You speak to Ryan? - No, I can't get ahold of him.
He bailed on me again.
I mean, he's all fucked up over what happened.
Shit.
I know where this is going.
Well, can you talk to him? Yeah.
I will go over there and talk to him this afternoon.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Come here.
[Drawer opens.]
I need you to help me with something.
Shut the door.
[Drawer and door close.]
- What is that? - Toradol.
Is it still that bad? It's worse.
Just don't want to seem like a fucking gimp in front of all these photographers.
- Mm.
- [Inhales deeply.]
[Unzips pants.]
Control yourself.
[Chuckles.]
Hold still.
Careful now.
You might feel a little prick.
Ah.
That's what she said.
It's a terrible joke, my friend.
- There you go, tough guy.
- [Syringe clatters.]
- You comin' out? - Yeah, be right there.
- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.
I miss this.
Mac: Me, too, buddy.
[Growls.]
Just two fucking Velociraptors pulling a midday shift.
Unbridled.
[Mouth full.]
I worked this morning.
Of course you did.
Saving lives.
Nurse Mackles R.
Sullivan.
Profile in Courage.
I had a guy take an intentional shit in his bed.
- That's very aggressive.
- It was premeditated.
Guy told me yesterday, "I'm gonna shit in this bed, and you're gonna fucking clean it up.
" And the asshole followed through.
- Brother Johnny - [Sighs deeply.]
He bought a plane You should Angel of Death that motherfucker.
- Yeah, I thought about it.
- You ever put anyone to sleep? No.
No, I never murdered anybody at work.
You're a very docile man, Mac.
I like that about you.
- Cheers.
- Mm.
To the day.
Well, all right - To us.
- Ooh, ooh, ooh Ahh.
Ooh, ooh, ooh You know what we need? Money.
Women.
We need women, Mac.
Women with loose morals.
I'm thinking of one in particular.
Mac - Let's call Ashlee.
- No.
- What do you say? - Don't call Ashlee.
Come on, why? She's friends with Shelby? - Yeah.
- Give me a fucking break.
Shelby doesn't want to be with you, Mac.
I'm not gonna I'm having a baby with her.
I can't go hanging around with broads she knows.
Shelby hasn't made any responses to your overtures.
- Come on.
- No, sir.
What is she waiting for? The second fucking kid? - I'm growing on her.
- Mac, she wants no part of you.
I don't mean to be cruel, but them's the facts, sir.
Despite the fact that your size, I think, - would make you a great fucking father.
- Thank you.
Ooh - [Chair scrapes.]
- Damn it! Fuck, Jay! Do not fucking suck today.
What the fuck you doing? Ya Te robasta mi television y mi radio today.
Y ahora quiere llevarse mi carro uck you doing? Yeah, all right.
That's compelling.
I'm in.
Goddamn right it's compelling.
Mac, this is gonna be such a fuckin' good day, sir, that you're gonna have a hard time not getting fucking laid.
- Ooh, ooh, ooh - Fetch your bag.
I'm calling the motherfucking women.
Don't call Ashlee.
Hey, Johnny, they looking for you, man - Ashlee.
- Jay, fuck! [Knock on screen door.]
- Yeah.
- Yo, brother.
You all right? - [Door unlocks.]
- Mm.
Hey, man.
I'm scared of myself.
I beat the fucking life out of him.
Didn't have to.
They were fucking running, man.
They didn't get anything.
And I just Dude, I couldn't fucking stop myself.
[Siren wailing in distance.]
Fuck.
Fucking scary shit, huh? Yeah.
I got that rage, too.
I knew.
I mean, I would I would lose it, brother.
I mean, I would fucking go off.
And all that that rage and adrenaline [Snaps fingers.]
just go away like that, then I'd fall to the fucking floor.
You know that feeling? Yeah.
Mm.
You know what that means? Means you got a conscience.
Means you're not an animal.
You're just a man, brother, that's seen more fucked up shit than most people.
Yeah.
You were dealt that shit.
It ain't on you, brother.
It ain't on you.
But you can't isolate yourself.
Don't do that.
You call me.
You call Alvey.
You call Lisa.
Anybody, right? Just don't let it get in your fucking head.
You'll lose yourself, you start thinking fucking crazy shit.
"Am I a fighter because my life is this way?" "Is my life this way because I'm a fucking fighter?" Or is life just shit and you're a fighter? That's the club we in, brother.
The club we in.
The dues are a motherfucker, but they gotta be paid.
What'd Alvey say? He said I'm lucky I didn't break my hand.
- Really? - Yeah.
I mean, you can't you can't fault him for that.
Looking out for your career, right? - Yeah.
- His his, too.
His, too.
You're a business, man, you know? [Cellphone rings, vibrates.]
[Ring.]
Motherfucker.
[Cellphone thuds.]
- Who is that? - [Ring.]
Dickhead reporter.
He keeps calling me.
[Ring.]
I gotta piss.
You want another one? Brother, I'm doing what you're doing.
[Bottle thuds.]
[Ring.]
- [Ring.]
- [Sighs.]
[Ringing stops.]
Alvey: I've been doing this since I could walk.
Joe: Nice.
[Speaks indistinctly.]
[Grunting.]
My father fought.
My grandfather.
You wanna be a Kulina, you gotta learn how to handle yourself.
It's in the DNA.
When I was 17, my father put me to work.
Yeah.
He used to run this this, uh, this bar.
Cozy's.
Dive.
Real shit part of town, you know? A lot of drunks.
The, uh, the regulars, you know, they'd run up a tab and sometimes they couldn't pay.
You know, hard hard times, whatever.
So he he started giving 'em a choice You either pay your bill or you go and fight my son Alvey.
Yeah.
You win, we're good.
We're settled, right? You lose, I want your watch or your gold chain or I want the title to your piece of shit car.
Whatever whatever it was.
Anything anything of value.
Every Sunday, bar none, he would drive me down to that bar parking lot, and there'd be two or three guys waiting for me.
Didn't matter how cold it was.
Dead of winter, there'd be a couple guys there.
And I fought 'em, one at a time.
I fought 'em.
Grown men.
I was a kid.
Yeah.
But I'll tell you something.
I won more of those fights than I lost.
Made me a man.
I was too afraid to tell my mother, but it made me a man.
[Grunting.]
[Chime blares.]
- Joe: All right? - [Speaks indistinctly.]
- [Speaks indistinctly.]
- [Knock on screen door.]
[Knocks.]
[Siren wailing in distance.]
- Oh.
- [Unlocks door.]
[Speaks indistinctly.]
Why are you here? I'm talking to Ryan.
What's up? [Sighs.]
Where is he? Ryan: Hey.
- Lisa: Hi.
- I'll catch you later.
- You're going? - Yeah.
- You're out? - Yeah.
- Take one for the road? - No, I'm okay.
All right.
- You all right? - Yeah.
[Pats arm.]
Hey, remember what I said.
Yeah.
Okay? You want a drink? Uh, what time is it? Middle of the day.
Then I'll have vodka.
I'm out of ice cubes.
Then I'll have vodka.
[Camera shutter clicks.]
Nate: The Japanese loved him.
Uh, you know, he he was over there all the time when I was a kid.
I was too young to go, but but Jay went a couple times.
I don't know.
I don't really think of him as a legend.
I mean, I-I knew he was a-a big deal.
He was important, but, um not not legend, necessarily.
In the gym, he he was very important, and we could feel that.
No, there was never pressure.
No.
I mean, it's the family business.
You know, my My father always encouraged my brother and me to be ourselves, both as as fighters and and men.
Hey, Melody.
It's Jay Kulina.
I need you to drop everything you're doing and come to my house, posthaste.
Only an intimate, little [Sniffs.]
pool party.
Stimulants and booze provided.
Hello.
How you doin', Erin? Nope.
Single as a drifter and I am in need of your company.
Nope.
Not married.
Well, the theme is scantily clad - with Mexican undertones.
- [Ice crunches.]
And I want you and Shana and Amanda No.
Fuck me.
I did not know that.
Can you send my thoughts and prayers to her family, please? Yeah, she We had a kid.
- But they - [Rattle clatters.]
no longer live here.
Maya.
Mm-hmm.
Oh, no, she's with her mom and her family.
Wisconsin, yeah.
[Whirring.]
Nate: My father always told me, you know, "If it's important to you, you'll find a way.
If not, you'll find an excuse.
" [Alvey speaks indistinctly.]
Yeah, I went through a pretty bad slump.
You know, I was I was hanging my head, feeling sorry for myself.
Right hook.
Nice.
He questioned my desire to be a fighter.
Right.
Step out.
Jab the right.
Pissed him off.
Block.
Good.
Block.
But you have to be able to answer that question.
You know, you can't lie to yourself.
You you gotta be willing to bleed for it.
My father never smiled.
The day I left home, we shook hands.
You know, I mean, did he love me? Yeah, you know.
I didn't always know it.
You know, when you're fighting, it takes you all over the world.
You know, and you're not You're not home as much as you wanna be.
But when I was home, we were always we were always together.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Yeah, him and his brother would come to the gym with me every day.
You know, they were my shadows.
That's probably why we're We're still so close.
- Alvey: Who's better than Navy Street? - All: No one.
- No one.
Who's better than Navy Street? - All: No one! - Who's better than Navy Street?! - No That it? - Man: Yeah.
- Man: Let's break it down.
All right, uh, just, uh, we'll get you shaken out, and, uh, the rest of the day is yours.
Did you, uh Uh, did you tell your brother about this? Yeah.
Yeah, I did.
I should've ask him to come, huh? - He wouldn't have come.
- No? No.
I've gotten a lot of interview requests, all positive.
And sponsors have been reaching out.
Tell them thank you, but I'm not interested.
It might be good to talk, you know? - Mm.
Get your story out there? - Why would I do that? Because it's a great story.
And if it's picked up nationally, then it would be amazing for your brand.
I don't care about that.
[Sighs.]
Hey.
Don't feel bad about this.
It was a home invasion with some piece of shit criminal who would've probably killed you if he had the chance.
Hey, listen, listen.
No interview, Lisa, okay? I did this shit with my father, and I'm not doing it again.
Done.
[Siren wailing in distance.]
Okay.
I'm not trying to be fucking difficult.
No.
I know.
It's fine.
- Okay.
- [Kisses cheek.]
Why was Dom here? Just hanging out.
Why? You know I suspended him, right? Yeah, for the protein powder thing.
But he knows he fucked up.
Well, it's just kind of dicey between him and Alvey, and you're Alvey's fighter.
He came over as a friend, and I appreciated that.
Alvey's got friends.
I've got friends.
- It's not an issue.
- Okay.
- I'm gonna see you tonight, right? - Yes.
Hey.
Yeah.
[Purse thumps.]
[Denney and the Jets' "Lovin' Days" playing.]
Who's comin'? Nobody is fucking coming, Mac.
- What do you mean? - [Liquor sloshes.]
I mean I'm a double sword, man.
- I'm a - [Sniffs, exhales sharply.]
double-edge, you know? Man creates a new life [Clicks tongue.]
[Strained voice.]
only to be exiled from his old life.
You know, I have no idea what the fuck you're talking about.
- Here.
- Fucking life, Mac.
Come here.
Take it.
Before Amy? - [Sniffs.]
- [Whistles.]
Yeah, it's fucking deeper than that, because I'm like I'm I'm like I'm locked up in a fucking penile colony.
I'm locked up like a Like a fucking leper here.
[Inhaling.]
I'm getting sick of this.
- [Tapping.]
- Oh, fuck! [Sniffs.]
Not not No, no, no, no.
Not you.
Not not not this.
- [Sniffs.]
- But I love you.
- You know, again, just, uh - [Sniffs.]
I don't know.
I don't want to be the old guy at the club.
[Inhaling.]
Mm.
Ahh.
Baby, I'll pick you up Get you high as the ceiling - [Tapping.]
- You don't get it.
[Tap, object clatters.]
Regulations abound, Mac.
Restrictions.
You understand? That's the only way I can put it.
It's not an open road, man.
You're not sitting at the teppanyaki grill, getting fucking shrimp tossed into your mouth.
There's no steaming volcano of onion.
Our lovin' days Your appetite is not addressed.
You're starving.
Okay? Your thirst not quenched.
It's a dry fucking desert, Mac.
[Sniffs.]
Jay, I I-I just, uh [Inhaling.]
I just don't know if I wanna be doing this in, like, 10 years.
9 or 10 years, that's all.
- [Smack, thud.]
- Jesus! Goddamnit, Jay.
Get get out of here.
- Not no, no, no! Don't! - [Smack.]
- Goddamnit! - [Objects clatter.]
[Groans.]
Fuck! [Glass rattles.]
Why can't we just Fucking hate doing things.
You fucking You need this, Mac.
God! [Strained voice.]
No, I don't.
- Yes.
- [Inhales slowly.]
No, look, the kid's staying at Shelby's.
Shelby sees you got this bassinet.
Ow.
- That's a fucking gesture, Mac.
- [Groans.]
That's a fucking man standing up on his own two fucking feet for his woman.
- You understand? - [Sniffs.]
Yeah.
All right, all right.
Okay.
This - This.
- Oh, Mac.
Top of the fucking line.
Very European.
We got dual suspension, a ton of anti-suffocation technology.
This is premium, Mac.
Take a look.
Put your hands on it, Mac.
Feel it.
There you go.
What do you think? Huh? Will the color work for a boy? Goddamn right it will.
[Sniffs.]
No, no, no.
You you keep it.
Mac - What if she comes back? - I need you to fucking take it! - It's a goddamn fucking - All right, all right.
empty casket for me right here now.
Let's let's get it the fuck out of here.
You're gonna love this.
You're gonna not regret having taken it, Mac.
I'm telling you.
- [Knock on door.]
- [Sighs.]
What? Christina: Hey.
I'm about to do a show, so you can stop freaking out at me.
Okay.
I just wanna let you know I'm leaving for the fight.
Such a fucking waste of time.
[Inhales deeply.]
You need to change your attitude.
Guys can tell if you're not having fun.
Yeah, well, like it matters.
They barely tip me.
- Talk to them.
- I do.
Listen to them.
You need to reach through the screen and make them want to give you everything.
I'm trying, okay? I fucking suck at this.
[Sighs.]
Well, first of all, don't start in your underwear.
It should cost, like, 50 bucks to get to that.
You need to tease 'em a little.
Ha! Look! You got this whole schoolgirl thing goin'.
Put that on.
You gotta make 'em pay to see you.
- Here you go.
- Thanks.
Here you go.
Mm-hmm.
You have to make them know you're worth it.
How does that feel? It's cute.
It's adorable.
You're gonna get the hang of it.
Just just do one show tonight and then watch a movie.
I'll be home around 11:00.
- Okay.
- Thanks.
Maybe we should do, like, a scene together.
Yeah, like, I'll be your stepdaughter, and you'll catch me, like, sucking off my boyfriend, and then you can teach me to do it right.
- Never gonna happen.
- I think it'd be fun.
- Make some money.
- Bye.
- You look pretty! - Thank you! - [Rock music blaring.]
- Hey, um, Amy, it's me.
Uh Yeah, I know it's loud 'cause I'm at my brother's fight right now.
He was just askin' about you.
[Sniffs.]
Uh, everyone is.
[Indistinct conversations.]
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I-I, uh, I know I love you.
I know that.
I know that.
And believe me, I know that this is entirely my fault.
And I-I know I don't even deserve a phone call back from you.
But [Head thumps.]
I mean, is this easy? How did you make this decision? I'm not [Mouths word.]
I'm not angry.
I'm not angry.
I'm just I'm I We were really good for a while.
I was really happy.
Can you just tell Tell Maya that I love her, please? [Groans.]
- Man: Ryan! - [Photographers shouting.]
Dom: Get out of here.
Get out of my fucking face.
- Dude, get out the way.
- [Speaks indistinctly.]
No, I'm not talking about that shit.
- Okay, let's go back up here.
Dom.
- [Speaks indistinctly.]
Can we fucking move somewhere? Yeah, yeah, in the back.
Come on, come on.
I need a pass.
I don't have a pass.
- Uh Dude.
- Fuck it.
Here, take this.
- Thank you, Mac.
- I'll be drinking.
- Thanks, Mac.
- Owe you, brother.
- Okay, right here to the left.
Come on.
- [Speaks indistinctly.]
- Come on.
- Ooh! - Hey.
- Hi.
- How did you get a lanyard? - Ryan.
Why are you fucking with me? - It ain't always about you, you know? - Warm it up.
- Dom: Hey, Alvey.
- Yeah? I was wondering if I could, uh, get a word with you.
- Now? - No, no, whenever you get a chance.
Just to talk about some shit that's going on, you know? - Whatever, so - All right, listen up! Anybody who doesn't have to be here, and you know who you are, get the fuck out.
We gotta warm up.
- Lisa: Let's go.
- Jay: Party's over.
Have a drink with me after the fight, all right? It'll be short.
[Sniffs.]
[Indistinct conversations.]
- Kayla.
- Hi! - What are you doing here? - Well, I wanted to see the fight.
I-I tried to call you, like, three times.
It's so fucking crazy.
Is this where Nate's fighting? It's gonna be big.
Come on.
What? Stop.
What are you doing? - Can you let go? - No.
You need to go home.
No! Why can't I stay? Because I did not invite you.
Well, I'm pretty sure you didn't invite a lot of these people.
- I'm getting you an Uber.
- No, no, no, I-I wanna stay.
Please, I wanna see the fight.
[Sighs.]
My sons are here.
I won't I won't even talk to you.
I won't I won't sit near you.
I promise.
- [Cellphone dings.]
- Please, can you - can you please just let me stay? - [Scoffs.]
I just I don't wanna be at the house without you.
You really can't talk to me.
I won't.
Just stay out here for a few minutes before you come in.
- Thank you.
- [Sighs.]
[Jay speaks indistinctly.]
Nice.
Work for the underhook.
There you go.
Knee.
- Beautiful.
- Nate, you're up.
Your fight, man.
Your fucking fight, right? I want you to drag this cocksucker to the deep end and drown this motherfucker, okay? Good? Let's do it.
Let's do it.
Game time.
We need to focus.
Alvey: Work is done.
Game time.
- It's all you, Nate.
- Jay: Oh, boy.
- Whoo! - Man: Here we go.
- Jay: Nice and loose, Nate.
- Nice and relaxed.
- Whoo! - Love it.
[Indistinct conversations.]
- Alvey: Let's go.
Nice and relaxed.
- Faggot.
- [Grunts.]
- Oh! [All shouting.]
- Go! - Get out of here! [Men speak indistinctly.]
- Are you okay? - I'm fine.
I'm fine.
- You still good to fight? - I'm fine.
[Cheering.]
making his way to the cage Let's go.
Let's fucking go.
- Commission, please, let's go.
- We gotta fight.
- Okay, Nate, it's your warm-up.
Let's walk.
- Man: Let's go! - What was that? - Nothing.
What'd he say? What'd he say? Nothing! Let's go! We gotta fight, Nate! Nate Kulina! - [Cheering.]
- [Bell dings.]
[Hard rock music playing.]
Ready for more I won't back down Ready for more [Cheers and applause.]
Go, Nate! Ready for more I won't stop now Ready for more I won't back down Ready for more Ready for more I won't stop now Ready for more I won't back down Ready for more Ready for more I won't stop now Ready for more I won't back down Ready for more [Music stops.]
Man: Yeah! Karbis Sarafyan: [Amplified voice.]
Ladies and gentlemen, this is the main event of the evening, sanctioned by the California State Athletic Commission.
And now, ladies and gentlemen, from the Events Center in Los Angeles, California, where battles are fought and champions are made.
Ladies and gentlemen, let the battle begin! [Bell dings.]
[Cheering.]
- Relax! Relax, breathe! Come on! - [Shouts indistinctly.]
Relax your shoulder! [Cheering, shouting.]
Jay: Don't stand in front of him! Audience: Oh! Come on, Nate! Focus! Side to side! Relax! - There you go! Nice kick! - Come on, Nate! - There you go! - Nice.
Nice.
Jay: Drop his ass! [All shouting.]
- Relax! - Get him! Get on him! Roll the fuck out, Nate! Roll out! Roll out! Roll out! Roll out! Roll out! Yes! - [Cheering.]
- Follow him! No! Come on, you got it, you got it, - you got it! Come on, sink it in! - Sink it in! - Up! Up! - [Shouts indistinctly.]
Up! Come up! Up! Up! - [Thud.]
- Oh, shit! [Shouts indistinctly.]
[All shouting.]
Jay: Cover him! Get up! Stand up, Nate! Stand up, Nate! - Alvey: All right, here we go.
- Jay: There you go! [Alvey shouts indistinctly.]
[Jay and Joe shout indistinctly.]
Get down! Get down! [All shouting.]
- Almost there! Come on! - You got this! Come on! Alvey: Come on! [Shouts indistinctly.]
[Bell dings.]
[Rap music playing.]
Hold up.
Hold up.
Hold up.
What the fuck are you doing in there, man? What are you doing? You're all over the fucking place.
Relax.
You wanna fucking box him? You wanna fucking box him? Angle, angle.
Move your fucking head, okay? This is fucking your fight.
Don't fuck this up.
[Music stops.]
Ready? Fight! [Bell dings.]
[All shouting.]
- [Cage rattles.]
- [Cheering.]
Again! Again! [Cheering.]
Come on! Go after him! Come on, Nate! Duck and roll! Come on, Nate! Let your hands go! Nice! [Bell dings.]
[Cheering.]
[Hard rock music playing.]
- Yeah! - Ohh! Ready for more I won't back down Ready for more [Cheering.]
That's how we fucking finish! That's how we finish! Sarafyan: Referee Frank Trigg has called an end to this contest at 2 minutes and 16 seconds of the second round.
Declared your winner, by way of knockout, Nate Kulina! Lisa King: I'm here with our winner, Nate Kulina.
Nate, wow! What a knockout! What were you thinking? Where did that come from? - What did you see? - I-I saw opportunity, you know, when we exchanged, uh, the kicks.
And and he caught mine.
I thought I was in trouble, and I was able to get that elbow out there and and finish him.
Well, you came out pretty wild in the first round.
What did your father say to you in the corner? Uh, he, um, told me to calm the fuck Dow - [Chuckles.]
Yeah - Which I needed to do.
Uh, you know, Nauta's a great fighter.
Respect to him and his team, uh, but but we got it done today.
All right, well, you did.
And I am happy to present you with Knockout of the Night.
[Cheers and applause.]
- Yes! How much?! How much?! - Well deserved.
It's a $5,000 cash bonus.
So congratulations to you.
Ladies and gentlemen, your winner Nate Kulina! - [Cheers and applause.]
- [Kisses.]
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Come here.
Alvey: I don't know what the hell he was doing out there.
He was out of control.
Jay: 5 grand doesn't suck.
No, it doesn't.
To your brother.
[Glasses clink.]
[Trapper Schoeppe & The Shades.]
: Can't give her more time So long, so long, so long [Sniffs.]
How you holdin' up? No sad goodbye - Have you heard from her? - [Glass thuds.]
Yeah.
She, um, she got there safe and sound.
That's that's all I know.
Leave everything behind You know, you got rights.
You know, this is your kid, too.
If this is what you wanna talk about, we should just settle up.
No, I'm just saying, man, I've been there.
Okay? I wasn't ready when I had you.
I did some stupid shit.
So long Mm.
Anyway [Sighs.]
Look, I wanted to apologize for not having you at the interview, okay? It was wrong.
You just you make nervous, man.
I don't know what you're gonna say.
So long, so long, so long How'd it go? How'd it go? I don't know.
Just, uh, it was fine.
You know, did what it's supposed to do.
You got some slo-mo shots of you and Nate hugging? Laughing at some hi-larious situation from our childhood? - In fact, we do.
- Yeah, people love family.
Mm-hmm.
They do.
They do.
I mean, my father was a fucking monster.
I made it sound like he was my hero.
Like he made me a man, which he did not.
So long - [Glass thuds.]
- Anyway, I apologize.
I didn't want to hurt your feelings, you know? It's a business decision.
So long, so long [Glass thuds.]
Don't worry about it.
I think you made the right call.
- I got it.
I got it.
I got it.
- I'll pay.
I got it.
I can't buy you a drink? So long [Sighs.]
- Thanks.
- You're welcome.
Now I'm getting a little tired of beating up Joe and Juan.
I could use another body if you wanna come spar, maybe, uh, take your mind off shit.
Well, I have to find a job.
A job.
Pay my bills and shit.
Come to the gym.
We'll figure something out.
You teach a couple classes.
We'll find money.
Yeah.
Maybe.
I'll play it by ear.
All right.
Thanks for the drink.
So long to the evening A new day will rise