All language subtitles for Kingdom S2E13

- Are you ok?
- You broke my collarbone, asshole.

I didn't fucking break anything,
man. You fucking wrecked your bike.

- You weren't even fucking looking!
- _

- What happened here?
- Lance Armstrong crashed his fucking bike.

- It was your fault.
- Just fucking sit still.

We can't keep doing this. You
don't sleep with patients.

People fuck. It's not
the end of the world.

- You must be the sister.
- She's the sister. I'm Ava.

I assumed that Alicia was
the pretty one, but...

it's a goddamn dead heat.

Sweetie, let's not do this.

No. Get the fuck off of me!

I made an investment
with a friend of mine.

30 thousand dollars to Chapas?

If you fuck me on this,
I'm gonna kill you.

You're gonna have to find
me first, motherfucker.

Now he's disappeared with my money.

What did you do with
my money, motherfucker?

You're not gonna shoot me, man.

Don't do that. Aaah!

- Chapas is dead.
- What?

I got something I'm gonna tell you guys.

Lisa lost the baby a few days ago.

- Do we know what happened?
- I got a call from her father.

Told me about the baby, and... and
said Lisa didn't want to talk to me.

I'll be okay.

I love you boys. Love you.

♪

Doing what I'm doing, this fucking loop?

Same shit, day in, day out.

I destroy myself.

Then I peel myself off the floor.

I puke it out.

And I work it out.

And then I talk it out
twice a week with you...

emotional stripper.

You could give two fucks
about what I'm saying.

You're probably thinking
about lunch right now, Doc.

No offense.

Everything's off.

Across the board,
everything's off. I miss Lisa.

I need her here.

The gym's not the same without her.

I don't know what it's
gonna be like, though,

if she comes back.

I haven't heard from her.

It ain't gonna be the same.

Everybody's looking at me for something,

you know, like I'm supposed to
supervise their fucking lives, like...

I'm hanging on by a fucking
thin thread here, Doc.

I sit still, and my chest gets tight.

My fucking ears ring, and
I feel like I'm gonna die.

I fuck myself up over
and over and over again,

and I can't stop.

I can't.

Truth of it is, I think
it's keeping me alive.

All right, we're going
fucking balls to the wall.

Five 5-minute rounds.
Nobody fucking quits.

You go down, you take a breath,

you compose yourself, you get back up.

Nobody fucking quits.

You want to wear headgear,
if you're a pussy, you can.

Get him out. Get him out. Next guy.

Next guy. Come on.

Let's go!

This place is fucking stupid.

Well, good morning, princess.

Did we just wake you up?

- What time is it?
- 7:45.

I'm done. I'm
checking myself into a hotel.

I mean, I feel like I'm
in the fucking army.

What time is the fight tonight?

Well, Jay and Ryan will
probably go on around 10:00.

We're gonna get there
a little bit early.

And we got to pick up the
alcohol for the after party.

- Where is it gonna be?
- Most probably Jay and Nate's.

I'm gonna talk to Nate about it.

Let's do it in a hotel.
I can get us a suite.

Really?

Trust me... you do not want these
drunk-ass fighters wrecking shit.

That's the whole point of a hotel.

I'm gonna take a shower,

and then we're gonna find
a dope place for tonight.

- Are you serious?
- Yeah.

Can you make me one of those?

Nate?

Nathaniel?

Nate?!

What? Oh, fuck!

You're safe. The pooping has ceased.

Okay. What do you want?

Well, Nathaniel, I'm
ready for my oatmeal.

I'll leave it on the counter.

I got to run by the gym and
make sure your kit's all good.

- Your preparation is meticulous.
- Thank you.

I'm honored to have you in my corner.

We have to pick up Mom at rehab.

Can she be out that late?

Apparently, she got a pass.

Wait. Hold on a second.

Oh.

I have a poop wave coming.

- Ugh.
- Privacy, please.

Hmm. Rawr.

Ryan, it's time to eat.

Keith, Keith, Keith,
will you knock, please?

Go back outside. Come on, man.

I don't just fucking
walk into your room.

Come on in.

Wait until I fucking
say, "Come in," dude!

Come on, bro! Hold on!

Knock and then wait,
and I'll say, "Come in."

Okay, Ryan.

Come in!

- Good morning.
- Morning.

Would... How would... Or
would you like to eat now?

- Yes, I would. Thank you.
- Okay.

And those are steel-cut oats.

None of the sugar's
added, like I like it.

Great.

Um, listen, listen,
it's just... Hey, buddy.

Hmm? It's just day of the fight, okay?

There's a certain headspace
that I have to be in.

- Yeah.
- Okay?

I just need everything
mellow. I need you mellow.

- Copy.
- Great.

Great. Thank you.

How's your knee doing?

Hmm.

How long did you know Sean Chapas?

25 years, give or take.

Came up together.

I hadn't seen him in
a long time, though.

You guys, uh... You
guys have a falling-out?

No, not at all. We just
had different lives.

Well, you must have been suspicious
when he showed up at your gym.

Nah, not really. I mean,
a friend of ours...

an old friend of ours... died,
and... and, uh, you know,

he seemed like he was lonely.

And he was sentimental, wanted
someone to talk to, you know?

Hey, tell me... tell me about
this investment you guys had.

Yeah. It was a development
that he was into.

It was a... a senior-care facility.

He said it was a good opportunity.

And you loaned him 30
grand. Is that correct?

- I did.
- Did you get your money back?

- I did not.
- Piss you off?

What do you think?

Yeah. You know, he took a
beating before the gunshot.

- Was it you?
- No.

You know he called
you the night he died.

I didn't see him.

I was cornering two fights,

and a couple thousand
people could back me up.

I don't understand.

What... What... Why are
you taking this tone?

I mean, I came down here on
my own. Should I get a lawyer?

No, sir. No. This isn't,
uh, an interrogation.

Oh? 'Cause it feels like that.

Well, I apologize. It
wasn't my intention.

Look, um...

So, you believe... you
believe he killed himself?

Yeah, I believe he killed himself.

The guy stole a lot of fucking
money from a lot of people, right?

He was gonna go to jail for a
long time. He had no family.

What the fuck else is he gonna do?
Why stick around? What's the point?

You get what you need? Because
I got to get back to my gym.

- Oh, one last thing.
- Mm?

The gun he used... it
was registered to you.

- I reported it stolen.
- Yeah, I saw the report.

You filed it the day
before the body was found.

He was dead for at least two
days before the maids found him.

Just took it from my gym, you know?

I didn't check the gun every day. I
didn't... I didn't keep tabs on it,

you know, so he... He
was a fucking thief.

He took it from my gym.

Am I good?

Can I go?

Yeah, yeah, unless you have an idea

of how I could find his family.

Nobody's claimed his remains.

Well, his parents are dead,

and any family he has I'm
... I'm sure are in Mexico,

if you want to go down there.
It's nice this time of year.

- I figured as much.
- Yeah.

Hey, thanks for coming down.

Oh, by the way, when
do I get my gun back?

As soon as it's out of evidence.

- Shouldn't be too much longer.
- Okay.

- Good morning.
- Morning, Shelby. Thank you.

- What do we got?
- Everything's all set for tonight.

Van will be here at 5:00.

A couple people called for
Alicia, and this came for you.

Certified mail? What is it?

- You're being sued.
- What?

- Are you fucking kidding me?
- Who is it?

Some shithead on a
bicycle almost kills me,

wrecks his bike, and now he's suing me.

This is amazing. Jesus Christ.

Sounds like a bunch of bullshit.

It's just... I got to
call my insurance company.

Get them ready to leave the gym, please.

- And when Ryan gets here, let me know.
- Okay.

Hey, guys. Great session today.

And, Becca, thank you for sharing.

Gold star today.

- All right.
- Good work.

All right, see you later.

- Good morning.
- Morning.

So, um... you missed group again.

I know. Sorry. I overslept.

Yeah. It's... It's just
important that you...

that you're in these meetings, you know?

Okay, uh, what is going on with you?

- Nothing.
- You're ignoring me.

No. I'm just, uh... I just woke up.

I'm just trying to eat my breakfast.

Oh. Um, well, when you're done,

why don't we go up to my office and...

talk about how well you're doing.

Jason...

I'm just trying to stay clean.

You're my therapist.

I think we should
re-establish those boundaries.

Why are you being so cold with me?

Because I'm starting to think
you're not a very good person.

That... That's not fair, okay?

And... And please do not
absolve yourself from this...

You took advantage of me.

I was barely alive when I got here,

and you used that because you
just had to stick your dick

in someone who wasn't your wife.

What's wrong?

You don't like to think
of yourself that way?

How many other women
have you done this to?

None.

This is not...

This is not about me sticking
my dick in someone, okay?

Christina, I care about you...

more than you think.

I'm out of here in like a week,

so I just want you to stay away from me.

I just want to get through this.

You got this.
You know what to do.

You keep him calm. You stick to
the game plan. You feel him out.

- Yeah.
- How is he?

He's chill. He's ready to fight.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

You keep him relaxed.

- How we feel?
- I had diarrhea all morning.

- How's your knee?
- What's Nate doing here?

He's just getting the kit ready.

He's cornering Jay.

Could you ask him to fucking leave?

Of course I can ask him.

I'm not doing shit until
he's fucking out of here.

I understand that. Will you calm down?

Look... Look what you're
doing to yourself.

I'm calm. I'm just saying
get him the fuck out of here.

Relax. Relax. I will right now.

Just relax, and we'll warm up.

- Okay.
- Totally fucking inappropriate.

Loosen up. Loosen up.

Joe! Can you warm me up, please?

You got it, boss.

- Does he want me to leave?
- Yeah.

- All right.
- You good?

- Yeah.
- Tell your brother I said good luck.

- I will.
- All right?

You're moving good.

Stay on the back leg.

Stay on the back... Jab
off the back leg, man.

Take an angle. Take an angle.

You're standing right in front of him.

How's your knee feel?

It just feels tight as
butt when I think about it.

Well, don't think about it. Stay back.

Just stay back. Stay back.

All right, listen. You
know what I want you to do?

Jab, jab, come back to southpaw,
let him come in, shoot.

Pivot back. Boom.

Good. Try to come a little
... When you pivot, bop, bop.

Don't pivot here. So, you... bop, bop.

Pivot here.

Your knee's fine. Come on.
Move around a little bit.

Move around. Stay on that back leg.

Just stay on the back leg.

Stop. Stop.

No. Stop. Just stop.

- I just fucking slipped.
- All right, all right.

- Good.
- I just fucking slipped.

It's good. It's good. Come on. Ice it.

Ice it. Ice it. Let's
save it for the arena.

Just ice it up, okay?

Stay off it.

Joe, come here.

I'll see you out there.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I just wanted to say good luck tonight.

Thanks.

Hey, maybe we can talk after.

Maybe.

All right, I'll see you there.

Bye.

- Keith, can you grab this for me?
- Yeah.

- What are you doing?!
- I'm checking on you.

You can't just barge in on me.

Well, I can because I'm in charge here.

If I see a closed door, I
have to assume contraband.

Give me a break.

- Is there a problem here?
- Not with me.

Why are you dressed up?

Going to my son's fight. I
told you about it last week.

Oh, oh, you told me about it?

I asked you. You said I could.

What time does it end?

I don't know. I'll be
back around midnight.

I never agreed to that.

Yes, you did, and I know
you're fucking with me.

No. Look, this program has rules
that every resident has to follow.

- I'm sorry, but you're not special.
- You're trying to punish me.

No, Christina. I'm trying to treat you

like everyone else because
that's what you want.

Okay, Jason.

You want me to suck your dick?

Then what? What do you want?

I want you to stop manipulating me.

I'm going to my son's fight.

You can either let me, like
you already said you would,

or I can just go crazy and make
everything fall apart for you.

I don't want to do that, but I will.

Okay.

Have fun, Christina.

But you have to pee for me tomorrow.

I'm not gonna let you backslide.

I will happily pee for you,
Jason. Will you shut my door?

231.

Here it is.

Whoa!

Fuck, yeah!

We are going to murder this place.

That's what maids are for.

Wow.

Wow.

Damn.

- Don't do it. They're like 20 bucks.
- Worth it.

How much money do you have?

Will you fucking chill?
We're staying for one night.

- What are you worried about?
- What your plan is.

- For what?
- You've been here for a week.

I mean, are you gonna stay here?

Are you gonna go back to
Miami? What's your plan?

Not Miami. It's too
depressing and fucked up.

- You visit Dad?
- No.

He doesn't have my new number, so
don't give it to him if he asks.

We don't talk.

Good. I hope he's getting raped
in the ass by a fucking Nazi.

Can... Can we not talk about this?

- Can we just have fun, do some shots?
- Let's go.

All right. To a great week.

I got you.

I missed you.

I missed you, too.

Mm. Mnh-mnh.

Handsome.

- No, no, you take the front.
- Please. Come on. I insist.

Thank you.

Ah, what a night! Your
boys are fighting, man.

You must be a mess. Feel
my heart. Look at this.

All right, calm the fuck
down. Calm the fuck down.

It's like a machine
gun, like a machine gun.

I vomited twice today from joy.

I need two separate rooms
for my fucking guys, okay?

Ryan and Jay can't be in
the same room together.

Of course they can't
be in the same room.

Fuckface over there is
saying that I got one room.

- I need another fucking room.
- Fuckface is a moron.

The man has his job
written on his shirt.

- I'll sort it out.
- Okay.

What's the matter?
Where's your joy, man?

Come on, man. You look haggard.

Yeah, I'm haggard. I'm
being fucking sued.

Why?

Some fucking cunt on a bicycle
crashed, ran up on my car door.

Now he's suing me for
half a million bucks.

This is the world we live in, man.

It's too bad you can't
cut his fucking head off.

Yeah, well... You ever been sued?

Have I been sued? Is
this a serious question?

Tell you a story.

I have a pair of pants,
my favorite pants, okay?

Beautiful.

Sometimes, because they're
designer pants, you

can see the outline of my
cock, you know, the way...

No, man... No, just the
direction that it rests.

I got it. All right. All right.

Okay, so, my old assistant
that I fired one year ago...

one year ago... is suing
me for sexual harassment.

What can I do? It's
the cut of the pants.

Do you have a lawyer?

Your insurance will take care of it.

It fucking lapsed.

What?

- It fucking lapsed, okay?
- Jesus Christ, man.

You have to grow up, man. It lapsed?

You can't let shit
lapse, not at your age.

I don't need a fucking speech,
okay? You got a lawyer?

Yeah. I have a girl... Roxanne.

She handles everything. I
barely even hear about it.

Your lawyer's name is Roxanne?

- "Foxy Roxy."
- Aw, Jesus.

No. Listen, I'll make a call for you.

Smart girl, mean as fuck.
She'll take this guy's nut sack.

She'll turn it into a mitten.

All right. Don't forget, all right?

I'm not gonna forget.
I take care of you.

Now, can we have a good time?

This is gonna be a massive
night, man. Look at this.

Go fuck yourself. Just
take care of it for me.

- I'm gonna take care of it!
- Tell him. Hey, two rooms!

I'm gonna take care of it!

Ava, come on. Let's go.

What are you doing?

Wishing Jay luck.

Fuck, girl. You make it too easy.

Like you don't.

All right.

Good evening, ladies
and gentlemen, and welcome.

This is the night that we
have all been waiting for...

Ryan Wheeler versus Jay Kulina.

I'm Jenn Brown, and with me tonight

is the always dapper Kenny Florian.

All right, Kenny, where do we begin?

We have two great fighters,
very close friends,

both coached by Alvey Kulina,
who... oh, by the way...

just so happens to be
Jay Kulina's father.

Yeah, there's a
lot to untangle here.

I know Jay and Ryan.

They're both good guys, great friends,

but there's been a surprising amount

of animosity leading up to this.

These guys are very different

both in personality and fighting style.

Jay we all know. He's a big personality.

He enjoys the spotlight.

In conversations I've had
with the guys around Navy St.,

he has clearly gotten under
Ryan's skin a little bit.

Wheeler... he's a different
animal... very reserved, quiet.

- He takes a businesslike approach...
- Get it. Get it.

... that I think is serving him well.

I expect an aggressive
and brutal fight here.

I can't wait to see
how these two match up.

Indeed. And let's
not forget Alvey Kulina.

What's going through his
mind on a night like tonight?

Yeah, this is a very difficult
position for a coach to be in.

Only one of these guys can win,

and that's gonna change the
entire dynamic of the gym.

Publicly, Alvey says he's neutral.

He's not cornering
either fighter tonight.

But it's human nature
to pick a favorite,

and when he does, the
other fighter's gonna know.

As a fighter, you can just feel it.

I'd be very surprised if
both of these fighters

remain at Navy St. after tonight.

Well, one would think there's
only room for one, right?

And one thing is for sure...

it certainly puts Alvey
in a tough position.

It does, and it's unfortunate

because I know he cares about
both these guys a great deal.

Obviously, Jay's his son,

but he's really raised
Ryan as a fighter.

He discovered him. He's
given him a second chance.

And with the passing of his father,

there is a lot of history there.

It's a tough situation,
but it's a tough sport.

So many story lines, so
much drama, but, Kenny,

one thing's for sure... we
are in for a great night.

Uh-oh. Here comes trouble.

- Hey, coach.
- Hey.

How you guys doing?

I saw you with a
suitcase. You leaving us?

Yeah. You guys get up way
too early for me, so...

Oh, well, get up way
too early for me, too.

Is, uh, Jay here? Can I see him?

Yeah, if you, uh... you see the guy

by the door with the yellow shirt?

- Yeah.
- Just show him your credentials.

- He'll let you back.
- Great. Thanks.

What's up?

You know... wishing
I had a proper drink.

- It's just beer and wine?
- Yeah.

- Ugh. I hate that.
- Yeah. Me too.

We got some time before the fight.

You want to go across the
street and get a real drink?

Yeah. I'd be up for that.

- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

Hi.

Hi.

I'm Ava. I'm a friend of Jay's.

Christina. I'm his mother.

Oh, wow. Hi.

Uh, I just... My... My
sister trains with him.

- She's... She's a fighter.
- Oh.

Um, is he sleeping?

Oh, no. He's just getting ready.

Okay. I'm gonna go say hi to him.

Oh, uh, he really just
likes to be left alone.

Okay, I'll... I'll be quick.

Hey.

Sorry.

That's a beautiful dress.

I wore it for you.

I came to wish you good luck.

Don't leave without me tonight.

I won't.

Well, it's a pretty fucked up night.

Got that right.

Who do you want to win?

I'm more worried about who's gonna lose.

It won't leave the bar.

You really think I'm gonna
answer that fucking question?

Come on, man.
I won't say anything.

Who do you want to win?

It's in the hands of God
almighty, Jesus Christ,

the fucking Buddha. How about that?

I didn't know
you were so religious.

There's got to be some
motherfucker to blame for this.

Hey, man, you know what?

I'm... I'm sorry for
what happened to Lisa.

That was... It's pretty terrible.

Who told you about that... Ryan?

Everybody know?

Look, I'm not trying to get
into your shit or anything.

I just felt it was weird
if I didn't say something.

You're good. It's fine.

Thank you.

How is she?

She's struggling, you know?

To be honest, it's a...

very difficult situation.

Lisa's strong. She really is.

She'll get through it. She'll be fine.

As far as you're concerned,
don't worry about it.

Nothing is gonna slip
through the cracks.

Fuck, Alvey. Come on, man.
That's not why I brought it up.

No, I... I brought it up.
I brought it up, you know?

The training that we do,
the fights that we get you,

the sponsorships... none
of that's gonna go away.

I'm getting a lot of calls about you.

I just want you to keep doing
what you're doing, all right?

Stay focused.

Your life's gonna change.

You got to be fucking ready.

You ready?

Ready to get warmed up?

Listen, Ryan's knee is not okay.

- Don't care. Don't want to know.
- It's a fight, Jay.

- You got to take advantage, all right?
- I'm not going after his knee.

He is fit. He is strong.
He has zero limitations.

That's the only way I can
think about him right now.

I'm just giving you the information.

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay?

Let's go.

Boosh.

Yep.

Go. Hey.

Can I ask you a personal question?

Sure.

How fucked up is your father?

Now, what makes you think that?

Well, number one, you're a fighter.

Number two, I met your sister, and
I think you might be the normal one.

Oh, come on. You've
barely even talked to her.

Nah. I'm just saying. It's
in her eyes, you know?

I... I married one like that.

Oh, boy. Um...

I mean, I guess we had kind
of a fucked up childhood.

Our mom passed away from breast
cancer when we were young...

and my dad's in prison.

Ah.

What'd he do?

He raped one of the
girls in our building.

Ended up being one of Ava's friends.

I'm sure there was probably more,
but that's who they got him for.

Fuck.

Yeah.

You know what, though?

Look, I'm here.

I'm not dead. Nope.

I'm not strung out with a bunch of kids.

Not yet.

I'd say that I'm pretty
in control of my life.

Yeah. Here's to that.

Sorry. I didn't mean to,
like, just go off on that.

I... I know you have a lot on your mind.

No. You are... You're part
of the family now, okay?

We love you.

We're glad you're here.

Thank you.

Oh, shit. All right, it's time to go.

Yeah. You have fun.

You're not coming?

And do what, sit on my hands?

Text me when it's over
and tell me who won.

All right.

- Thanks for the drinks.
- Yeah.

Ladies and
gentlemen, it is time,

the moment you've all been waiting for.

First up, please welcome to the cage,

fighting out of Navy St.
MMA, Venice, California,

the King Beast featherweight
champion of the world,

Jay Kulina!

Let's go.

This is your fucking time, okay?

Nobody deserves this more than you.

Mouthpiece. Crotch cup? All right.

Ladies and gentlemen,
please welcome to the cage,

also representing Navy St.
MMA, Venice, California,

the reigning and defending King Beast

lightweight champion of the world,

Ryan Wheeler!

Once again, your referee
in charge of the action,

Mike Beltran, with the
final instructions.

Five rounds of championship
action scheduled.

Let's go, gentlemen. Bring it in.

All right, gentlemen,
this is the main event.

Protect yourself at all times.

Obey my commands at all times.
Touch gloves now if you want.

At the sound of the bell,

come on out and handle
your business, guys.

Let's go.

Showtime, baby!

All right, gentlemen, first round!

You ready to fight? You ready to fight?

Hit it! Let's go!

All business
now! All business now!

Position! You know what to
do! We prepared for this!

Get off the fence. Come on.

Aw, fuck.

Nice! Get him, Jay!

Nice!

Change position.

There you go. Keep him
there! Keep him there!

You got this, Jay! Come on now!

Let go!

Fuck yeah!

Hands up! Hands up!

All right, Jay.

Stop!

All right, breathe.
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

Small steps. Great fucking round.

Amazing fucking round.
Look at me. Look at me.

Look at me. He can't take you down.

Just stay with the game plan.
You'll win this fucking fight.

You understand what I'm saying?

Leg kicks... low, low, high.

Keep attacking. Keep being aggressive.
Stay in this fucking fight.

It's your fight. It's
your time. Let's go!

Let's go. Come on.

Second bell! Second bell! Peace in.

Second bell! Second bell! Peace in.

All right, gentlemen, second
round! You ready to fight?

You ready to fight?

Hit it! Let's go!

Put him on the fence!

Oh! Oh!

Here we go! Here we go!

Jay, don't you fucking tap.

Breathe! Breathe!

You're good. Sit. Sit. Sit.

Okay. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit.

You're good. Sit. Sit down. Sit down.

You're good. Have some water.

Listen, you look good. You're
gonna win this fucking fight.

You hear me? You're
gonna win this fight,

but listen... it's a fight now, okay?

Fuck your conscience.
No. Fuck your conscience.

You got to fucking work that leg
'cause he's fucking trying to kill you.

Fuck your conscience. It's
not your friend. Get in there.

Get this job done. You
got to win this fight.

Come on. Look at me. Look at me.

It's your fight. It's
your time. Let's go!

You hear me? Stick with
it. Let's go, Jay. Come on.

Stay on top. Let's go.

All right, gentlemen, third round.

You ready to fight? You ready to fight?

Let's go!

Last round, Jay! Let's go!

Come on, Jay. There you go.

Hands up, hands up, hands up!

Come on.

Tap. Fucking tap.

Tap, friend! You're gonna fucking break!

Tap, motherfucker! Tap!

Tap! Fucking tap!

Fucking tap, man, or I'm
gonna fucking break it!

Tap. Just fucking tap.

Tap. Tap, or it's gonna fucking break.

Tap!

Jay!

- Ryan, fucking tap!
- Tap!

Hold him back. Hold him back.

No, no, no. Come on. Come on.

Get his knee in there!

Tap!

Tap!

Fucking tap!

Show me your tap, Ryan.

Show me your nerve,
Ryan. Show me your nerve.

Fucking tap, Ryan! Go!

Ladies and gentlemen,
referee in charge Mike Beltran

steps in and calls a halt to this bout,

the official time 2:27
of round number 3,

your winner by triangle choke

and new King Beast lightweight
champion of the world,

Jay Kulina!

Put all your weight on me, Ryan.

- Watch for the step, Ryan.
- I got it.

Whoa. Whoa. Wait.

- Okay.
- Thanks.

Hey.

Hey, do you... do you want any alcohol?

No.

I'm gonna order a pizza.

She's a fucking angel.

Maybe.

These are her breasts, Nathaniel.

She sent them to me for good luck,

and it worked.

Only angels are capable of that.

You cornered the fucking
hell out of me at that fight.

You cornered the fucking hell out of me.

You fought a great fight.

Thank you very much. I think I did.

I know what they're gonna say.

What?

That I only won because of his leg.

You can't control that, Jay.

Yeah, I know.

But that's what they're gonna say.

Hey, Jay, it's me. I keep
getting your voicemail,

so I'm just gonna leave you a message.

I'm sure you're out celebrating, man.

God knows what the... what
the fuck you're doing,

but I just wanted to say, uh...
wanted to say congratulations.

And I'm... I'm so fucking
proud of you, okay?

This is a... This is a
big deal for you, man.

You... You really turned a corner.

And, uh, well, I...
I'm proud of you, okay?

No... No need to call me back.
I'll... I'll see you tomorrow.

You have fun. Be careful. Bye.

You're gonna get another shot, okay?

And I'm gonna get you out
of that bullshit contract.

I'm gonna tell Garo he
wants you in a rematch,

he's got to fucking pay real money.

That I promise.

Jay went for my leg.

It's a fight. He didn't
do anything illegal.

I didn't say he did,
but it was a factor.

Ryan, don't do that.

I couldn't shoot.

I couldn't slam him,
couldn't take him down.

Hey, man, it's... it's nobody's fault.

You took the fight. You
took the fucking fight.

You start talking about
your knee to the press

or the guys in the gym, man,

and you're gonna look like
you're fucking whining, okay?

No, I know. I'm not...
I'm not saying anything.

Don't make excuses.

- I'm not.
- Let it go.

You got 48 fucking
hours to feel like shit,

and then you and me are getting
back to work, end of story.

All I want you to do now is rest, okay?

- Hey, Alvey.
- Yeah?

Do you want to be my coach?

Of course I do. Why
would you ask me that?

Because this "stepping aside
and passing me off to Joe" shit

isn't good enough.

I needed you tonight.

You fought my son, Ryan.

I'm just telling you.

Okay. You get some rest.

We'll talk in a couple days.

I just wanted to say, uh...
wanted to say congratulations.

I'm... I'm so fucking
proud of you, okay?

This is a... This is a
big deal for you, man.

You... You really turned a corner.

And, uh, well, I...

I'm proud of you, okay?

No... No need to call me back.
I'll... I'll see you tomorrow.

You have fun. Be careful. Bye.

Shh.

Did you buy this outfit for me?

No.

But I'm wearing it for you.

Keith, I'm asleep, bro.

Kei...

Hey.

I thought you were at the party.

I got bored.

Kitchen's closed.

You're not
supposed to be here.

You scared the shit out of me.

Sorry about that.

I'm... I'm... I'm so sorry.

What are you doing here so late?

Uh,
I... I was at a banquet.

Uh, I... I won an award...

along with 12 other therapists

for providing affordable care

to those struggling with addiction

in the greater Los Angeles area,

but, really, it was for taking
the only fucking job I could get.

- Are you drunk?
- Um...

Yeah.

Christina, yeah, I'm
... I'm a little drunk.

I think you should call a
cab and go home to your wife.

Wait. No. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait.

Just wait just a second.

Just, um...

How did today go?

The, uh... Like, who won the fight?

My son.

That is s... That... That's great.

Yeah, it is.

I'm gonna go to bed.

Shit.

Oh, Jason, what are you doing?

You have got to leave me alone.

It's all on your terms, huh?

- Oh, for crying out loud, Jason...
- However you want it?

- You got it all rigged?
- Let go.

Get off of me!

Be still.

God damn it.

Ah, be still. Fucking...

God fucking damn it.

Fuck.

I'm such a fucking idiot. Oh, fuck.

Oh, my life is ruined.

So fucking stupid.

I... I didn't rape you.

I didn't penetrate you, so...

I didn't rape you.

Unh!

Oh. Wait...