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♪ Well the midnight headlights blind you on a rainy night ♪

♪ Steep grade up ahead, slow me down, makin' no time ♪

♪ But I gotta keep rollin'

♪ Those windshield wipers slappin' out a tempo ♪

♪ Keepin' perfect rhythm with the song on the radio ♪

♪ But I gotta keep rollin'

♪ Ooh, I'm drivin' my life away ♪

♪ Lookin' for a better way for me ♪

♪ Ooh, I'm drivin' my life away ♪

♪ Lookin' for a sunny day

♪ Well the truck stop cutie comin' on to me ♪

♪ Tryin' to talk me into a ride ♪

♪ Said I wouldn't be sorry

♪ But she was just a baby

♪ Hey waitress, pour me another cup of coffee ♪

♪ Pop it down, jack me up, shoot me out ♪

♪ Flyin' down the highway

♪ Lookin' for the mornin'

♪ Ooh, I'm drivin' my life away ♪

♪ Lookin' for a better way for me ♪

♪ Ooh, I'm drivin' my life away ♪

♪ Lookin' for a sunny day

♪ Well, the midnight headlights blind you on a rainy night ♪

♪ Steed grade up ahead, slow me down, makin' no time ♪

♪ But I gotta keep rollin'

♪ Those windshield wipers slappin' out a tempo ♪

♪ Keepin' perfect rhythm with the song on the radio ♪

♪ But I gotta keep rollin'

♪ Ooh, I'm drivin' my life away ♪

♪ Lookin' for a better way for me ♪

Sir, you can't be in here.

Sir!

Sir, you can't be in here!

♪ Ooh

♪ Oh

♪ La la la la la la la la la la la ♪

Can I help you?

I'm here to pick up a gun.

Now I need a picture ID, nine-digit report number,

and the name of the officer that authorized the release.

Name of the officer is Detective Poole,

and yeah, his number's right there.

Okay.

And here is my ID.

All right, need that wrapped?

No, I brought a case in.

- Okay, one moment. - Yep.

739102, six hour, unloaded,

no rounds in the mag.

- Great. - Anything else?

No, I think that'll do it.

Okay.

Oh, actually, I do have a question for you.

What do they do with unclaimed bodies?

It's Decedent Affairs.

Where's that at?

Laurel Heights.

Yeah, I'll write down the address.

How's your weight?

Eight over.

- Eight? - Doing good.

- Juan? - Yup.

Fire up the sauna; we're going in.

Get ready.

What was in that box?

Huh?

You had a box when you came in.

Oh, the box.

That box was what remains of my friend, Sean Chapas.

It's a true story.

I claimed his body this morning.

He's got no fuckin' family.

- Shit, sorry. - Yeah, cost me 400 bucks.

I mean, they couldn't get rid of him,

but charged me 400 bucks.

- Fuck, man, I-- - I almost left him there.

Now his entire existence fits into a plastic box.

Can you imagine that?

Chapas,

male, Latino.

That's it, that's it, that's all there was.

We cremated my father.

Where is he?

Mom has him on a mantle like a pet.

The fuck else you gonna do with him, right?

Storage unit.

What about you?

What?

You wanna be buried or cremated?

Oh, brother, haven't you heard?

I'm never gonna die.

But if I do, I want you to stuff my body

and put it in the corner of the gym, truthfully.

Nice.

I'm counting on you, man, 'cause my fucking kids

will leave me in the morgue.

I got you, man.

We'll pose you up nice, you know?

Make you look fuckin' proud.

Yeah, I like that, like a fuckin' Spartan.

Hey, fucker, you have to pay more than Ryan.

Sorry, Jay agreed to everything.

The deal is closed! - Okay,

well then, reopen the deal.

Forget it.

Reopen the deal and pay my fighter what he's worth.

And how do I know he's gonna show up?

He'll be here!

How do I know, Lisa?

I'm losing my mind.

I don't even know if the guy's in shape.

He won't even do any press.

Okay, for fucking obvious reasons.

I know, I know,

I feel terrible about his girlfriend,

but let's not play that card, okay?

Let's have some dignity.

A girl lost her life.

That's a tragedy; that's not leverage.

Jesus, you're right.

We all care about Jay.

I know.

I don't think he should fight.

What do you mean?

I mean we're gonna lock him in a cage,

put cameras in his face after everything he's been through?

That's barbaric.

You're fucking ruthless.

No, you know what?

I don't think he's in the right frame of mind to fight.

I'm gonna pull him, scratch the whole card.

Okay, okay!

What do you want?

Another five grand.

Two.

35.

- 25. - 35.

- 30. - 35.

34?

Okay, 35.

Always a pleasure.

If he doesn't make weight, I want it back!

My father hated fighting.

He said it was mindless, godless violence

that only a lobotomized Rhesus monkey could appreciate.

He wasn't wrong.

How old were you when your dad died?

22.

I didn't find out till I was 24.

You didn't find out for two years?

A year and a half.

I was in Japan.

We didn't really fucking talk to each other.

Two years is fucked up.

Yeah, well, the man was a stranger to me.

- Mine, too. - What?

The fuck you talking about?

Your father never missed anything.

I didn't know shit about my dad.

He never talked about himself.

He was just pissed off or quiet.

My whole life, I was afraid of him.

Was he around?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

You had a roof over your head?

Yeah.

He ever hit your mother? - No, never.

Just tough on you.

Yeah, fuck yeah.

'Cause you need it.

Yeah? - Absolutely.

He loved you; that's all you need to know.

- Hey. - Hey.

You like cilantro?

No.

Good to know.

Thought you and Jay were cutting weight today.

Yeah, I thought so, too, but he doesn't want me there.

So I'm just gonna meet him at the weigh-in.

How'd he sound?

Tired.

I can't believe he's going through with this fight.

- You gonna go? - He doesn't want me there.

It doesn't matter what he wants.

You need to be there. - Yeah, well,

he knows where to find me if he needs me.

Okay, I don't care whose fault any

of this is at this point.

You guys just need to work your shit out.

He needs to come home.

I don't even know why he's mad at me anymore.

Ask him.

It would help.

Come in.

- It's me. - What the fuck

do you want, Shelby?

There's a woman named Roxanne here to see you.

You want me to tell her to fuck off?

No, no, don't tell her to fuck off.

Give me some aspirin? - Sure.

Shut that?

Thank you.

Fuck.

Hey.

Lisa's not here, is she?

Her space was empty.

No, no, she's out.

You wanna go in my office?

Uh, I think I'd just rather talk outside.

You wanna sit down?

It's actually not as bad as it looks.

Yeah, um, no,

I'm not gonna be here long.

You come to put a bullet in my head?

Pretty much.

- Fuck. - Yeah.

I've been saying that all week.

Look, I know this is complicated, I do.

This shit's gonna settle down.

- Alvey. - What?

I'm done.

I'm not.

You know what?

Sometimes, you just, you gotta admit defeat.

Look, you make me happy, okay?

You're the only thing I look forward to.

And that's not good.

You know, you hardly even know me,

and the more I know about you,

it's just one thing after another,

and this just fucking should not be this hard.

What does that mean?

What, so you just quit?

Yeah.

I'm not gonna beat my head against a wall for you.

Why?

There's a reason that your life is like this,

and it's too much for me.

That's it.

That's it.

And please don't call me.

Okay.

Where the fuck is he?

- I don't know. - Call him.

I'm calling him right now.

I'm gonna go to the motel.

Eight minutes until weigh-in.

You know what, you can push it.

No, we're not pushing it.

Why not?

Because Ryan's here, he did the fuckin' work,

he's not paying the fuckin' price

for Jay's fuck-ups.

I agree with Alvey; it's not right.

If he's not here, he's docked.

If he doesn't show up at all, I don't know,

I'll fucking sue him.

- Oh, you're not-- - you're not gonna fucking--

- Suing him. - Fuck you, I will.

Get him here. - Stop.

It just keeps going to voicemail.

Fucking guy!

It's just going to voicemail.

There he is.

- Yo. - Hey.

- The fuck? - You okay?

- What? - Are you okay?

Yeah, why?

'Cause you're late.

What time is it?

6:58.

So I'm two minutes early.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the former King Beast lightweight champion,

The Destroyer Ryan Wheeler!

155 pounds!

And now the current King Beast lightweight champion,

Jay Kulina!

150 pounds!

The fuck is this?

Don't worry about it.

Jay.

More photos.

No.

Jay, you need them.

It's a fucking disaster.

- He made weight. - He came in five pounds

under, dry as a rhino's cunt.

Did he even train for this?

- See you tomorrow. - It's all fine.

See you tomorrow? It's all fine.

It's over, quit talking.

Come on.

Hey.

I thought you'd be drinking by now.

I earn that shit first.

I'm worried about Jay.

I am.

I've never seen him like this.

This girl dying's got his fucking head twisted, and

- I know. - I don't know

what the fuck to do for him.

Alvey, what do I do?

Nothing, it's on him.

Okay.

I've got some work to do, so I'm gonna--

Wait, don't, don't...

It's your place, too.

Have a drink, one drink with me, okay?

We'll talk some more.

You and me will walk out together.

What made you want these?

I don't know, something about him sitting on a shelf

with a bunch of unknown crackheads didn't feel right,

you know?

He was my friend.

What are you gonna do with him?

Maybe I'll just throw him into the ocean, you know?

That seems ceremonial.

It's definitely deep.

What are we gonna do about this?

About what?

About you and me and running this place.

We'll work in shifts.

You really think you can show up here everyday

and not hate my fucking guts?

Maybe, maybe not.

That's a bit of a problem.

Not seeing Roxanne anymore.

Aw, did you guys have a fight?

What happened?

She pointed out that I

was obviously in no shape to be in a relationship.

Or hold onto one or even finish one like a fucking man.

Wow, ouch.

I didn't mean to be harsh; I'm sorry.

I am

way too tired to fight with you.

I couldn't think about you.

I was a coward.

She was a diversion.

That must've been nice for you.

Is that everything?

Chicken, brown rice, and oatmeal.

Clippers?

Thank you. - You're welcome.

Am I gonna pick you up tonight?

I'll drive myself.

I don't mind, it's no problem.

I don't wanna get there at five

and sit around all night; it's boring.

I will be there, and I'll talk to him.

Be there by nine, all right?

Feel like you got enough rest last night?

Mm-hmm.

If you feel dehydrated, I can get Mac over here

with a bag.

That's illegal.

Okay.

Here, drink this.

Mom's coming tonight.

Look, I know you got a lot on your mind.

I'm not trying to-- - Ah, I don't have a,

I don't have a single thought on my mind

that makes

a stitch of sense.

Okay.

Then talk to me.

Talk to me. - About what, then?

Like all of it, Ava, fight.

Whatever's on your mind, just talk to me.

I'm just going through some emotional shit,

which I think is,

you know, somewhat natural

right now. - Yeah.

Dude,

can you just, please,

get the fuck, yeah, you gotta go.

Dude, you gotta go.

- What are you talking about? - You gotta get the fuck

outta here.

- Jay-- - Can you just

get there for me?

- We're going together. - Set everything up

real nice for your big brother

'cause I'm gonna win this fight, and I need it set up right.

I don't think you're gonna win the fight.

I don't think you're ready. - Well, I think I'm going to.

I need you to think I'm going to.

- I don't think you're ready. - I'm gonna win this fight.

I'm gonna win.

Just go, though, get there earlier.

Yeah, yeah, I'm gonna get there early.

I love you, dude, but go.

I love you, man.

♪ Some roads that you take

♪ Some bonds we'll choose to break ♪

♪ And I swore I'd no longer be the pallbearer ♪

♪ But I carried you to bed

♪ So you could rest your head

♪ You were taking off a load, heavy drinkin' ♪

♪ The world carries on your memories and song ♪

♪ And your pictures on my wall are not forgotten ♪

♪ There was hymns that came from mouths ♪

♪ That turned crosses upside down ♪

♪ But it came through their teeth with great ease ♪

♪ And all are bobbing heads in sync ♪

♪ And all have got a lot on their minds ♪

♪ To think about

♪ But you carry on in pictures and in songs ♪

♪ And the unmade bed you slept in ♪

♪ Where you I laid you down to rest one last time ♪

♪ Goodbye, dear friend

♪ Goodbye, dear friend

♪ Some stories break your heart ♪

♪ And some with such applaud

♪ Buried deep inside where it's okay to cry ♪

♪ Some boys won't shed a tear

♪ Oh, but a tale like this here ♪

♪ It can break me down and get me where it hurts the most ♪

♪ And all are bobbing heads in sync ♪

♪ And all have got a lot of their minds ♪

♪ To think about

♪ But you carry on in pictures and in song ♪

♪ And the unmade bed you slept in ♪

♪ Where I laid you down to rest one last time ♪

♪ Goodbye, dear friend

♪ Goodbye, dear friend

♪ But you carry on in pictures and in songs ♪

♪ And the unmade bed you slept in ♪

♪ Where I laid you down to rest one last time ♪

♪ Goodbye, dear friend

All right, gentlemen, been over the rules already.

Protect yourself at all times,

obey my commands at all times.

Touch those [speaks indistinctly].

At the sound of the bell, come on out.

Have a good match, guys.

Let's go.

All right, gentlemen, first round!

You ready to fight?

All right, let's go!

Right there, that's it!

Ryan, let's go!

Stay on him, stay on him!

Let's go, pull him off!

Move forward,

you fuckin' pussy!

Holy shit.

Guys, in your position.

That's it!

Go, go, go!

10 seconds!

You gotta defend yourself!

You gotta show something!

Hey, hey, turn around, turn around!

No bullshit, come on, look at me.

Sit, sit, sit.

All right, look at me.

You are being way too fucking passive right now.

I need you to attack.

Be yourself; fucking attack.

Don't leave your fucking left hand out, all right?

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.

I'm trying to get him to fucking do something.

Just take him down.

Do you want to be here?

Do you wanna fucking be here?

Then fucking show me! - He's fucking gassed.

Take him down, do what you do, all right?

That's it, let's go.

Let's go, Jay!

You got this.

Breathe, deep breaths.

Come on, you got this Jay, you got this.

Let's go, let's go!

- You got time, you got time! - Stay on him!

Come on, follow up, follow up!

Come on, stay on him!

Wait, stay in it!

Get off the fence!

You know what to do!

Push off, push off!

You got this!

Push hard!

10 seconds!

Hey, let's go, back down!

Get back to your corners!

Get back there!

To your corners.

Let's go!

- Look like you showed up. - Sit down!

Come on, Ryan!

Cover yourself.

Light him up, light him up, light him up!

Relax, now, relax!

Lock it in, lock it in!

Lock, lock!

Water, water, water!

Jay, look at me, look at me.

Don't get fucking caught, all right?

He's desperate, he's fucking hurt.

Don't let him out of this fucking round.

You're good, you're still in this fight, all right?

Take some water.

Keep working that leg, throw jabs in his fucking face.

Go low, come high with the kick.

You gotta fucking knock him out.

You can do this, okay?

You can fucking do this.

I don't want him leaving this fucking round; it's over.

Lets go!

Seconds out, seconds out, !

Let's go!

Seconds out, [yells indistinctly]!

All right, fourth round!

You ready to fight?

All right, let's go!

Get your hands up!

Don't hang those draws out!

Come on, let's go for it!

Stop, stop, stop!

Where's my fucking belt?

Where's that fucking belt?

Stand up, stand up, stand up.

Stand up, stand up, it's over.

You all right?

- Yeah. - Okay, open your mouth.

Look at me, look at me.

All right.

Good job.

- He all right? - Yeah, he's good.

You did good; good job.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the official time, 17 seconds of the fourth round.

The winner by knockout

and new King Beast lightweight champion of the world,

Ryan

Wheeler!

Good job, both of you.

All right, I'm here with Ryan Wheeler.

Ryan, what a relentless performance, man.

This may have been your best performance so far.

What'd you do differently tonight, man?

For one thing, I got healthy, Kenny.

And first, I gotta thank Jay Kulina, man,

for giving me this fight.

He's a stud, he's a beast, and people don't understand

what he must be going through,

the stuff he's been facing.

He's a great fighter, better fighter [voice dies out].

Thanks, brother, thanks, bro.

You're the man, bro, thank you.

Hey. - Good work, buddy.

- Hey. - How you doin'?

How's Jay?

They're taking him to the hospital to check him out.

Should we go by and see him?

Nate and his mother will go.

We'll give him some space.

- All right. - He'll be okay.

- Okay. - How you doin'?

Broken toe, I think, but, you know, I'm good.

It's a hell of a fight, man.

Seriously.

I'd say you finished it.

Papa would be proud.

Yeah, hey, listen.

I'm gonna give you this, Alvey.

I can't fucking take your belt.

- Please, Alvey. - I can't fucking take that.

Then put it in the gym then.

I wanna keep pushing like I don't have it.

I wanna keep hungry.

Here.

- You sure? - Yeah.

All right, I'll put it in the gym.

All right.

Fuckin' wish it wasn't Jay.

I wish he was at his peak. - Ryan!

I wish he was-- - Fuck you!

Fuck you, stop.

You're not gonna shit on this fuckin' win,

do you understand me?

You won the fight; he fucking lost.

Who do you wanna be?

- Me. - You.

Neurotic motherfucker.

Come on, man.

All right.

- Enjoy. - Okay.

- Alvey. - Yeah.

- Kenny's ready. - Okay, I'm coming.

Listen, I'll see you in a couple days.

Enjoy the fuckin' win.

All right.

- Good, bud. - Thanks, coach.

Hey.

Oh, why, thank you.

Congratulations.

Thanks.

You looked great out there.

Thanks.

Hope Jay's all right.

I know.

Yeah.

Okay, so I should go.

So rude. - What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Wanna do something?

It's either you, or I'm going home to stare at a wall.

Thank you.

Nate, can I talk to you a minute?

Dr. Beatty, 4152, Dr. Beatty, 4152.

Go to Jay's motel, get his clothes.

Bring 'em home.

It's not as bad as it looks.

I'm okay.

Really.

"Dear Jay,

"I know that I have been a disappointment to you.

"I know that you feel that I never wanted you.

"I see the things that you do and the ways

"that you hurt yourself, and I know it's

"because of the choices I've made.

"And even when you had the courage

"to beg me to stop using and to stay home,

"I still didn't choose you

"because I didn't care if I was alive.

"I wanted to die.

"For a child to feel that they are not reason enough

"for their mother to live is beyond cruel.

"I don't expect you to forgive me or even accept my apology.

"But I am so deeply sorry for the pain I

"have put you through, for the innocence I cost you,

"and for not truly being your mother.

"I can never love you enough to make up for it,

"but I'm gonna try."

Last couple months, there was no quality

of life at all, so...

And my dad sure as shit wasn't going to a home.

So no, I guess it was a blessing.

Just...

But I really do think that God gives people

as much as they can handle.

Fuck.

Yeah, okay, maybe.

Are you a God person now?

I took his Bible.

I've been kind of reading it.

Not like my dad was some big Christian.

I didn't think so.

I wish I could've said goodbye.

I told him for you.

Mm, really?

He was like, who?

You're such a dick.

You seem really good.

I am now, finally.

It took awhile.

My dad went on a full mental health offensive,

therapists and psychiatrists and grief people,

full suicide watch.

He was not gonna let me be alone in a room.

Were you thinking about it?

- Killing myself? - Mm-hmm.

No.

But I do fantasize about being dead with my son.

I don't know why this happened to you.

Sometimes, I think I caused it.

That's not fucking true.

No, it is.

I didn't want him.

I thought he was someone that Alvey stuck me with,

and he was gonna ruin my life.

I swear to God, he felt that, I know he did,

and it kills me.

But then, when we got to San Francisco, that all changed.

It was just him and me, and

I fell so in love.

I thought about our whole life

and the way that he would look at me.

Lisa.

I know.

It just is.

Hey.

Buenas noches.

Well,

now you know.

Why didn't you tell me?

I really don't want anyone to know,

the gym or especially not ,

you know.

You don't think he'll be cool with it?

Ouch.

Nate,

it's your life.

It's not for me to say anything.

Are you mad?

- That you're gay? - No,

that I didn't tell you.

I'm sorry that you felt like you couldn't.

Yeah.

But listen to me when I tell you

that nothing changes between us,

I swear to God.

Yeah.

Except you better be on top because you're my brother,

and you do the fuck.

You look me in the eyes when I talk to you right now, son.

You understand what I'm saying?

Look at me when I tell you this.

You better be doing the fucking, Nathaniel,

'cause you're my brother, and there's a certain line

that needs to be towed.

- Are you done? - No, sir, I'm not.

I always knew you were gay.

You got a lot of gay qualities.

You're very gentle, - I don't have that--

you smell delightful, you know?

Yeah, you dress well.

But if you turn our house into a Palm Springs pool fiesta,

I'll tell ya, I'm moving out.

I love you, dude.

Love you.

Go to bed.

You'll make a real nice nurse someday.

- Okay. - Make a nice man very lucky.

Okay.