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I want to fight again.

You win, you go out on your own terms, you loose...

they push you the fuck out. I got to be who I was.

I have a gift for you. At King Beast and the Middle East.

You giving this to me?

Give me one night.

If they fuck around... You are going to loose me.

Hello Andy.

Get off the property or I will call the police.

What the fucking you doing, man? Get out of my house.

Hi Kayla.

Is this where I do my shows?

Uh, well, I spoke to Alvey,

and we'd like to offer you the job.

Let's do it.

Yes. Motherfucker.

Did you push your way into the house?

I spoke to him in his front door...

- But were you... - in his jamb on the door.

- Were you in the man's house? - No! Fuck, no!

Maybe this isn't for you, man.

- What happened to you? - I just kind of want to be alone.

There is a rumor...

that your brother's a fag.

Dixon pulled out of the fight, because he heard you were fucking gay.

This is a contract.

It's three fights.

$300,000.

- Let's fucking do it. - Yes.

Fucking idiot.

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You ready?

Fight me, you fucking cunt!

Come on!

Come on!

Ready?

You ready to fight?

Are you ready?

I can't do it for you.

Why would you do that?

We have children in the house.

♪ In every other song ♪ ♪ that I've heard lately ♪

♪ Some fellow gets shot ♪

♪ And his baby and his best friend both die with him ♪

♪ As likely as not ♪

♪ In half of the other songs ♪

♪ Some cat's cryin' or ready to die ♪

Do you know how loved you are?

♪ We've lost most all of our happy people ♪

♪ And I'm wonderin' why ♪

♪ Let's think about livin' ♪

♪ Think about livin' ♪

Do you know how much I love you?

♪ Let's think about the whoopin' and the hoppin' ♪

♪ And the boppin'... ♪

Do you know how much our boys love you?

♪ ... and the shootin' and the dyin' ♪

♪ And the fellow with a switchblade knife ♪

♪ Let's think about livin' ♪

♪ Let's think about life ♪

Doesn't it feel good?

Yeah.

♪ ... down in old El Paso a little while back ♪

That's all there is, Alvey.

Let it happen.

♪ Where they feel like-a they could die ♪

Let it happen.

♪ If we keep on a-losin' our singers like that ♪

♪ I'll be the only one you can buy ♪

♪ Let's think about livin' ♪

♪ Let's think about lovin' ♪

♪ Let's think about the whoopin' and hoppin' ♪

♪ And boppin' and the lovey lovey dovin' ♪

♪ Let's forget about the whinin' and the cryin' ♪

♪ And the shootin' and the dyin' ♪

Are we awake?

♪ Let's think about livin' ♪

Mnh-mnh.

♪ Let's think about life ♪

♪ Let's think about livin' ♪

Everyone is waiting. Press is here.

Matt Hughes wants to stick his fist up my tender asshole.

It was supposed to begin five minutes ago.

I told you not to set the press conference.

You said we were close.

And then the number changed.

Alvey doesn't need this fight. You came to him.

Is that him? Where the fuck is he?

Alvey, where the fuck are you?

What... What do you mean, where the fuck am I?

I'm in the bathroom, like you told me.

No, I'm just fucking with him.

What'd he say?

- We're not there yet. - Ah, fuck.

Should I just come down to the press conference?

We'll sort this out later.

No. I'm gonna break him.

Should we come down on the number?

Why would we do that?

I don't fuckin' know.

Lis, are we being pigs?

Yes.

Is Hughes there?

Yeah, and he's pissed that you're not.

His manager's been face-fucking Garo all morning.

That's good, that's good, that's good.

What's he gettin'?

I want more. All right?

I don't give a fuck if it's a dollar.

I want more.

I'm trying.

All right. Don't overplay it, though, okay?

Don't... Don't overplay it.

I'm not gonna blow the deal, but I need to know

how far you want me to push this.

Are you willing to walk away?

No. No, no, no.

Just... Just...

Just do the best you can, all right?

Stand by.

All right.

Where is he?

It's not good. He's having a full-on meltdown.

You need to cancel the press conference.

What did he say?

He's hurt.

He feels like you're not delivering what you promised.

I'm gonna pay him more than he's ever made in his life!

Garo.

You know who we're dealing with, right?

He's emotional. He wants to feel the love.

You're a fuckin' terrorist.

I'm trying to make this work.

Okay. Give me a number.

How can I do this?

Call Dubai.

This is about Ryan.

It's about money.

And, Garo, you did this to yourself.

You've been going around town, swinging your dick,

talking about all this oil money

and how you're a big fucking deal now.

Either you have the money or you don't.

Pony the fuck up.

What are you doing?

What'd he say?

We're good. Get up.

That's disgusting.

How much?

How much?

I did the best I could,

and it's a million fuckin' dollars.

You, Alvey Kulina,

are going to make a million dollars to fight.

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

Wow, wow, wow.

Dumb money fuckin' pays.

No. Oil money pays.

You okay?

Yeah.

Well, you should get to the press conference.

Otherwise Garo is gonna jump out a window.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

You go up there. I'll meet you up there.

Yeah?

Who's that from?

Ryan.

"To Maya. Ride dirty.

Love, Uncle Destroyer."

Charming.

Ohh!

This is the fuckin' good one.

This is the one with the four wheels

and the fuckin' canopy.

This is some Brentwood shit.

Ryan!

Mm-hmm.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Don't... Don't... No, no, no, don't open it.

Why not?

Because this is a thousand-dollar stroller.

We can't afford that.

We didn't buy it. This is a gift.

Come on.

No, please. Don't.

Amy, he's trying to be generous.

It's gross, Jay.

What?

What are you talking about?

You know what I'm talking about.

I-I know, but why don't you explain this to me?

Your family has money.

You had nice shit.

What's the difference?

The difference is that we don't have

money or nice shit except a stroller.

What other nice shit do we need?

You're being a dick, and you're missing the point.

Why don't you tell me the point?

The point is that that is a $1,000 stroller,

and we can't afford it,

and so to have it feels fake to me.

It feels fake?

Yeah, like L.A., to be honest.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

W-What's wrong with L.A.?

Just not where I thought I'd be raising my kid.

I was raised in L.A.

And you've lived here, what, 10 years?

Wait a second.

What place would be better?

I don't know.

Oh.

How about... Wisconsin?

You're being an asshole!

I mean, are you kidding me?

I know you grew up with this fucking bucolic childhood,

picking fucking apples out of the orchards,

but that's not the only way to raise a child.

Why are you being so mean?

Because I don't need your unsatisfied,

depressing shit

just hanging on my fucking head all the time.

I'm sorry.

This is the best I can do right now.

Now, we were given a gift,

but if you would rather push our daughter around

in a fucking wheelbarrow

because that would be more real,

then okay.

Morning.

Why do you shower before you train, Ryan?

Because it wakes me up.

Mm.

Why do you care?

We're in a drought. That's all.

I made a fresh pot of coffee for your hangover.

I'm not hungover, Keith.

Oh.

Well, you've been out so much lately,

I guess I just assumed.

A new sex offender moved in.

Guy lives half a mile away from us, Ryan.

Why don't you bring him a casserole, Keith?

You're not as funny as you think you are.

♪ Livin' the big lie ♪

Shut the computer.

♪ This smile that I'm wearin' ♪

Shut the computer.

I want to tell you something

and I don't want you to freak out, okay?

Oh, man.

I haven't even said anything, Keith.

What is it?

I'm thinking of moving out.

Keith?

Why?

Well, because, um...

I've been here a long time.

And, you know, we're grown men.

We... We need our space.

It's not happening tomorrow, man.

I'm just telling you I'm looking.

Ryan, I...

Ryan, I know I'm not perfect, and...

And it's not about that, dude.

... you probably have better...

It's nothing you did.

Then what? Why?

Because.

This was never permanent.

Hey... Hey, we're still boys, dude.

We're still gonna hang out all the time.

Sit down, man.

Keith.

I... I have diarrhea, Ryan.

Good afternoon. We're going to start anyway.

Alvey will be here shortly.

Yes. Go ahead.

This question's for Matt.

No kidding.

Matt, you retired a legend...

UFC Hall of Fame, all the accolades.

Why are you doing this? What do you have to prove?

Well, first thing,

I want to thank Garo for putting this together.

And I'm sorry my opponent couldn't be bothered.

Why am I doing this?

Well, first thing, I'm not that old.

If you look at Hendo, he's older than I am,

and he's... he's still fighting.

Um...

But Alvey made it personal. He called me out.

And now it looks like the guy's having cold feet.

The dude's still a head case.

Okay, well, uh, anybody else?

Next question.

You, young lady.

Alvey. What are you doing?

Mm.

Has it started?

Yes!

Another glass, please.

No, no, no, no, no. We're gonna go.

- Alvey. - How's Hughes? Is he pissed?

Yeah. So is Garo.

Good.

I hope they turn all fuckin' purple and sweaty.

Can you stop?

To you.

Come on.

To you.

You are very fucking good at what you do, okay?

You're a hustler in the best of ways.

You took care of me. Thank you.

I made your deal. I didn't change your diaper.

Now will you please go?

I'm going.

You got this?

Yeah.

All right. Thank you.

A million bucks.

Fuckin' open the door, please, Kayla.

Kayla, op... I'll kick the fuckin' door down.

Open the fuckin' door, Kayla.

I'll kick the fucker down!

Open the fuckin' door, Kayla!

Stop it!

Listen. Listen, listen.

I have got an entire film crew, okay,

getting paid by the hour,

sitting on their fucking asses, doing nothing.

Where the fuck is she?

She can't work. She's sick.

Oh, fuck's sake. What the fuck is wrong with her?

She can hardly walk.

Those guys were too rough with her.

They hurt her.

Fuck that. She was fine last night.

Fuck you.

How you feeling, love?

Okay.

Chrissy says your cunt's sore.

Mm.

You know, we've got this beautiful location.

Big, flashy house in the hills.

Good-lookin' boy.

He's fucked a lot of the girls that you've heard of.

This will be good for you.

There is a lot of people counting on you today, love.

So, think you can work?

Yeah, of course.

Yeah, I can do it.

Of course you can do it, big girl like you.

Come on. Up and at 'em.

Kayla.

Get back in bed.

I'm okay.

Just get in the fuckin' bed.

Take her to the doctor on Lankershim.

Get her tested, too.

Maybe you should see the doctor.

I'm fine.

Just get her fixed.

Well, I'm just thrilled that Matt took this fight, you know.

It's an honor to fight him.

He is an all-timer.

Yes, sir.

Why was it so important to fight Matt Hughes?

Unfinished business.

Uh, last time we fought, Matt took it to me pretty good.

Left me with a bad taste in my mouth.

I want to get rid of that.

Some people are saying this fight's nothing more

than a sideshow,

a marketing ploy.

Some people can go fuck themselves in the ass.

How about that?

Okay. The guy with the bad shirt.

Go ahead.

This is for Alvey.

What kind of condition are you in right now?

Well, I'm not fight-ready, that's for sure,

but I've been training hard.

I spar a few times a week.

Everything's gonna get kicked up once I go into camp.

But I will be ready for Mr. Matt Hughes.

What about mentally?

Huh?

Mentally.

Mentally.

Mentally, I'm on a tropical island

with a beautiful woman

and not having to answer your stupid questions.

I mean, what the fuck does that even mean?

It's fair to say

you had a mercurial reputation as a fighter.

Before you arrived, Matt called you a head case.

Do you want to comment on that?

You called me a head case, Matt?

Are you comparing me to Matt Hughes?

This piece of fuckin' cornbread.

He goes to bed at 8:00 every night

with a glass of milk in his hand.

He drives a fucking tractor.

I am Sid fuckin' Vicious compared to this Cub Scout.

Any other thoughtful questions? No?

Thank you very much.

Shelbanator.

Hi.

Hi. How are you?

Good. How are you?

I'm doing all right.

Good to see you.

May I?

Yes, you may.

You are going to birth a strapping highlander boy

with hair of fire.

What are you doing here?

Uh, I'm picking up Ryan.

He is right inside.

Can you tell him I'm here?

Okay.

Hey, fellas. How are ya?

Dom Ramos. New coach.

Ryan.

Ryan. Pleasure.

Jay Kulina.

Ah, okay.

I'm fuckin' excited.

Helping out while Alvey's training.

I don't want to keep you.

I just wanted to introduce myself.

You know what I mean?

You guys need anything, don't hesitate.

I'm at your disposal. Okay?

Yeah.

Take care, guys.

Looking forward to working with you, all right?

Uh, where's the truck, man?

Truck's at home.

They give this to me when I work.

Dan calls it the "white glove service."

When I'm driving this car, you imagine me to be

a highly successful and sought-after

real-estate expert representing prestigious clients

and the toniest properties in the greater Los Angeles area.

To me you'll always just be Jay in a suit.

Monday, Wednesday, and see how it goes.

Here's an I-9 and a W-4 I need you to fill out,

and I'll need a copy of your driver's license.

Is there a problem?

Cash would be better for me.

Why is that?

Ex-wife.

Horrible woman, good lawyer. You know?

I don't fuck around with the IRS.

Yeah, all right.

Yeah.

I had to ask.

Here you go.

Okay, why don't you go lie down?

I'll get you some water.

Well?

She has a bruised cervix and some tearing.

How long's that gonna take?

Can you be fucking decent for once?

I was just fuckin' askin'.

You know?

Here, sweetie.

Take one of these.

You try to get some sleep, okay?

Will you lay with me just for like a minute?

Sure.

Oh, oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

What are you doing?

Oh, stop. I'm just cleaning up.

No, no. You should not be lifting this.

It's not that heavy.

I don't care.

Look, I don't even think you should be working.

Alvey's looking for you.

Come here.

How's my boy?

Large and in charge.

Oh, I pray to God he has my hair.

Yeah?

Hey.

What's happening?

I need a muscle relaxer and a painkiller.

Not too strong, though. I need to train.

What's going on?

Man, I got this fucking pain from my neck down both arms.

My hands are numb.

I think it could be a nerve or somethin'.

My back is really tight.

You hurt it?

No. Nothing happened.

Just started feeling it.

My grip is weak.

That sounds like a disc.

- Yeah? - You should get an MRI.

I'll give it a couple days.

Here.

Flexeril.

Percocet.

You know, the other thing is my, uh,

my pinky twitches and my tricep too.

What do you think that is?

Sounds neurological.

Neurological, like what? What do you mean?

You know, like ALS or Parkinson's.

Are you fuckin' kidding me? Like Parkinson's?

Look, it could just be you had a strong cup of coffee.

Jesus fuckin' Christ.

Oh, it's Parkinson's or I had coffee?

ALS? Come on, Mac.

It... It could be a million fucking things

or it's, you know, nothing.

Is it coffee or is it ALS?

Look, just get an MRI, all right?

I don't need a fuckin' MRI.

It could be a million things.

- I don't need an MRI! - It's probably nothing.

Give me some Xanax.

Yeah, okay.

How many do you want?

Two.

Eight. Give me eight.

Okay, how about this? Here's the bottle.

I'm sorry I said ALS.

Get out of my office.

Hey.

Just... Just get out of my office.

Stay off the fucking Internet, all right?

Yeah.

Fucking idiot.

HOAs are $700 a month.

That includes pool access and a shared courtyard.

There's a, uh, reverse osmosis filter for the water.

What's that do?

It reverses the osmosis process.

Makes it taste better.

I'm not feeling it.

Moving on.

Dude, you don't have to do this. Man, come on.

Do what?

This.

Showing me around like a bitch, man.

It just feels weird.

This is what I do now.

You need to be fighting, dude.

We're 1-1.

A fucking draw, man. That doesn't bother you?

I don't even think about it.

I do, man. Don't you want to know?

Know what?

Who's the better man.

You are the better man.

Better fighter.

I'm serious.

Better warrior.

I give you my belt.

No, come on, man. Quit fuckin' around.

I give you the blue ribbon.

Jay.

Sir, I humbly lay my sword upon your feet.

I'm serious, Jay.

I call mercy.

The war is done.

You are supreme.

You can sleep, sir.

Stand the fuck up, man. Come on.

I'm trying to have a fuckin' conversation, Jay.

You're clean. Think how good you'd be.

Both those fights, neither of us were healthy.

Let's do a third fight and get you fuckin' paid, man.

Garo'll pay out the ass...

It's not about money.

I have a daughter.

Do it for her.

That'd be corny as fuck, Ryan, and it's a lie.

I don't even care if you fight me, man.

Just get back in, dude.

Just fucking get back in, man. Come on.

Make money with the gift that God gave you.

You weren't raised like I was.

Let's see some more properties?

Yeah.

You got anything better than this?

Nothing you can afford, but...

Well, then show me something I can afford.

Dare to fuckin' dream.

Yeah.

Hey.

You okay?

Am I okay? Yeah, I'm fine. Why?

How's the new guy?

He's, uh, getting acclimated.

Everything good?

He asked to be paid in cash.

Ah, I bet you he has an ex-wife.

Fuck!

Do all you guys think this way?

What... What are these?

Pinched a nerve. Bad.

What?

I think you were a little salty at the press conference.

Oh, come on. I was selling the fight.

It was more than that.

Fuckin' Hughes is a prick. You know that.

He's always been a prick.

You were on that medication for a long time.

- Lexapro? - Mm-hmm.

- It's not that. - Well, it changes your brain chemistry...

- It's not that. - ... and when you stop taking it...

Lis, I feel good. Look at me.

I feel good. I really do.

I'm not sleeping enough, but I'm... I'm following

my doctor's orders to the letter.

I swear to God, hand on heart.

There's no meltdown here.

Good.

Good?

Yeah. Okay.

- Great talk. - Where are you going?

I got a date.

Really?

What's he do?

Something with money.

Something with money? You like money?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

You know, I got about a million bucks coming my way.

Minus 10 percent.

You're welcome.

This is what I'm talkin' about!

Yeah. You can't quite afford it.

How much is it?

5.7.

Yes.

Yes!

Dude, look at this.

Hey, whoa. Take your shoes off.

- What? Oh, shit. - Take your shoes off.

Who lives here?

Nobody. It's just staged to sell.

Is this your listing?

It's my boss's, so don't fuck up anything.

Dude.

How do I get a place like this?

Ah, you don't, even if you had the money.

Six offers... five all cash.

200 over listing.

Chinamen and Russians, man,

they are blowing us out of the water.

You sound like my dad.

That guy knew some shit.

Thank you.

You got it.

Dude.

Hey, you ever get that stroller?

Yeah. It was very generous of you.

There's more coming, dude.

We're gonna spoil that girl.

- We can't take it, though. - Why?

Yeah, it was a thousand bucks.

You know, Amy feels uncomfortable.

I wasn't even thinking about that.

That was so fuckin' rude, man.

I wasn't big-timing you. You know that.

Oh, I didn't take it that way.

We're all good, man.

Why don't you just take it back to the store,

get a bunch of little shit, you know?

Tell Amy I took it if you want.

It's a gift for Maya, man. That's it.

Show me the pool.

Dom, what are you doing?

God damn, you look delicious.

Sorry. You caught me off-guard.

I was just gonna say, we have a girl that does that.

You don't have to do that.

Nah, it's all good. It's meditative.

Helps me with my OCD, you know?

Okay.

Uh, well, make sure you leave before Joe.

He's got the keys to lock up.

Who's the lucky guy?

Good night, Dom.

Good night, boss.

Oh!

Coming back from Santa Barbara,

and it was a good trip but not a great trip.

You know, we had a nice hotel room,

but we both just feel this distance between...

Do you need something?

Well, I was just gonna get another one lined up.

You're gonna lap me.

I drink fast.

This is boring. I should shut up.

No, it is the best story

I've ever heard in my whole life.

It's so good.

Santa Barbara, ex-girlfriend, go.

I'm in.

Long story short, we broke up about a year ago.

I'm just coming out of the rubble,

and a friend of mine mentioned Transcendental Meditation, so...

Is it helping?

No. Not at all.

It's basically just shutting my eyes for 20 minutes.

I can't even remember to do it.

I have an alert on my phone twice a day,

and I still don't do it.

So, how did you get into the TM community?

That's a dark story.

Ooh. I love a dark story.

Really?

- Yeah. - Okay.

Shit. It's work.

Ah, that's... Take it.

But you are gonna have to tell me the story after.

You get me another drink, and I'll tell you everything.

Deal.

Thank you. Hey.

Hey, Lis. I'm sorry to bother you.

I got locked in. I was in the shower.

Oh, um, there's a key in my office,

in the middle drawer.

So, how's your date?

Fine.

That don't sound good.

Are you in my office yet?

I'm walking in now.

So what's his deal?

I don't know what his deal is.

I just met him.

Did he at least take you someplace nice?

Yeah, it's okay.

He a white boy?

What?

Ah, he is a white boy!

Is that all you date?

No, and that's inappropriate.

Are you fucking high?

No, no, I didn't... I didn't mean anything by that.

I'm just playing with you.

Did you find the key?

I did.

What's the alarm code?

0816.

And I want that key back tomorrow.

... 1-6.

Hey, you have fun.

I need a woman.

Dial your phone.

No, I need a woman in my life.

Like, a real one, like Amy.

Amy was just a girl at the bar.

They're out there.

Not like her, man. She's a good girl.

Oh, she wasn't when I met her.

I had her pregnant five hours after she said hello.

Which is remarkable because "I never do this sort of thing."

I did not know that.

Yeah.

I didn't either.

Until six weeks later when she called, but...

Yeah, I got very lucky.

I fucked up with the right girl.

Hey, no.

Hey.

She was put in your life for a reason.

Mm.

You love her, right?

Very much.

Why? How do you know?

'Cause she loves me and I believe it.

And now we have Maya.

Ahh.

So, it was a good time.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Um...

Should we leave your car?

Uh, yeah, actually,

m-maybe we shouldn't do that tonight.

Why not?

I mean, you know, I just got over something.

You just went through a lot of stuff.

Tim, this is not a big deal.

Well, I mean, it is to me.

And you've had a lot to drink.

Oh, fuckin' God.

What... Lisa, I'm sorry.

No. Don't apologize.

Okay, uh, I think you're misunderstanding me.

I like you a lot, and I had a great time tonight.

Thank you, Tim, for dinner.

Can I call you?

Are you... Are you sure you're all right to drive?

Yes, Tim, I am.

Thank you for asking

and thank you for being such a gentleman.

Okay.

Oh, my God!

Let's think about livin'

Yes, that was fuckin' intense.

You guys are so fun.

And generous.

I love it.

Thank you, boys.

♪ Let's think about livin' ♪

♪ Let's think about lovin' ♪

Hi.

What are you doin'?

I'm lying in bed.

What are you doing?

Lying on the floor.

Why?

Pinched nerve.

Well, that's no fun.

Ah, it's not so bad. Took something for it.

You going to the baptism?

I am.

Are you?

I think so.

You probably should since you're the reason

Jay thinks he's Catholic.

Be careful. God is listening.

Well, I just hope he's not watching.

Is there something I can do for you, Alvey?

I had a dream about you.

What happened?

You took the bullets out of my gun.

It felt real.

Good night, Alvey.

2-4...

Bingo, bango.

You rinsed all the glasses?

Yeah.

Yo.

Come on.

Get the fuck off me.

Get the fuck off me.

Come on, man.

Give me a fuckin' break.

What?

Fuck!

Ha!

Fuck you.

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