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[hard rock music plays]

[male vocalist growls]

ANNOUNCER: Mayans.

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[panting]

[music playing]

-Good work, bro.-Cool, man.

-Good sesh, man.-All right.

-I'll catch youat your next fight.-Yeah.

Hey, Ray.

Yeah, man?

Hey, um, you want tohelp me out with the kids?

-Yeah. All right. Yeah.-Appreciate it, man.

-Yeah. Which ones?-Just take that group.

-I've got these guys.Let's do it.-Yeah. All right.

RAY:All right, so what we'll do is,

we're just gonna dosome light sparring, uh...

Don't try to knockeach other over, right?

So, you guys go together.

-Yeah.-All right? And just keep itnice and friendly,

and we'll do a bit of this,do a bit of that. All right.

Let's see what you got.

Okay. Okay.

All right. All right,I'm gonna throw a few.

-You ready?-Yeah.

Ooh, okay. Yeah. Mm-hmm.

Yeah. There you go.

-Pretty good, pretty good. Yeah.-Thanks.

So, how longyou been doing this for?

-About a month.-Is that all?

I used to do jiujitsufor a couple of years

-before this, though.-Oh, okay.

Well, do you want to seeif you can get a takedown?

-Sure.-Cool. Well...

Huh?

[grunts]

[grunts]

[coughs]

You okay, old man?

Yep.

Should've tapped.

No shit.

[groans]

JOHN:All right, let's go.Back to work, guys.

Back to the gym,back to the ring. Let's do it.

[indistinct chatter]

[coughs]

-[indistinct chatter over TV]-[Ally laughs]

[Ray chuckles]

Feel my leg.

-Why?-Just feel it.

[coughs]

-Hmm?-They feel fat.

-Do you think they feel fat?-Not really.

-Not really?-Mm.

Why didn't you say "no"?

'Cause when you say"not really,"

it kind of soundslike they are fat.

MAN [over TV]: Three million dollars! Do I hear...

[chuckles]Don't get shitty.

Do I hear 125?

-126?-Don't get shitty.

I'm not shitty.

[passes gas]

Are you all right?

[Ray passes gas]

Yep.

Do you mind not fartingin my face?

I didn't fart in your face.

Yeah, come on, don't.It's disgusting.

You should be happyI fart in front of you.

Why should I be happy?

Well, I only fart in frontof people I'm comfortable with.

Just 'cause you feel comfortabledoing something

doesn't meanthat you should do it.

So, if I...if I felt comfortable

taking a shit on your chest,does it mean I should do it?

[over TV]: Oh! Ah, sold...

Do you want to take a shiton my chest?

-Maybe.-Eh?

Well?

Go for it.

Don't tempt me, pal.

I'm daring you.

All right.

[chuckles]Huh?

-[grunting]: I'll do it.-Do it. Yeah, really?

But you got to takeyour pants off first,

'cause you're just gonna end upshitting in your pants.

-[laughing]-Huh?

You're an idiot.[grunts]

-Where are you going?-I got to have a wee.

RAY:You wee'd half an hour ago.

Thanks for keeping score.

-MAN [over TV]: So, what's your name, sir? -CONTESTANT: Kevin.

I haven't peed for hours.

Good for you.It's not a competition.

Yeah, it is.

[playful chatter]

All right. Give us a kiss.

I don't want to goto school today.

Why not?

-What's going on?-Nothing.

If there's somethinggoing wrong, you can tell me.

Come on. What's wrong?

There's a girl at school, andshe's mean to me all the time.

What's she doing?

She calls me names and stuff.

Have you told your teacherabout it?

No.

Do you want me to talk to herabout it?

No, I'll tell her.

Okay.

Well, yeah, if you haveany problems, darling,

you just talk to your teacher,

'cause that's whatshe's there for, okay?

-Okay.-Uh-huh.

Mwah. Love you.

Bye. Love you.

RAY:Have a good day.

[indistinct chatter]

Mm.

[children laughing, shouting]

VINCE: So, my girlfriend wanted

to go out with her friends,like, have a girls' night out,

go clubbing, and, um...

Well, I don't really like hergoing out without me.

So, yeah, we just startedfighting about it.

And why don't you like hergoing out without you?

Oh, well...

I just don't.

Do you not trust her?

I mean, has she ever...has she ever cheated on you?

No.

No, no.It's nothing like that.

I mean, not that I know of.

I guess the thing is, like...

Well, yeah.

Yeah, actually,I guess I don't trust her.

And why do you think that is?

VINCE:Well, she's, like,

like, really fucking sexy,you know. Like...

when she goes out,she wears these tiny little

fucking outfits,and, you know, they don't leave

a whole lotto the imagination, so...

Here, look.

I'll show you.

-Here's, uh...-Oh, Jesus Christ.

-She's a fucking stunner, man.-Yeah.

[Carlo coughs]

Let's have a look.

Oh, holy shit, mate.

If my missus looked like that,

I'd never let herleave the house.

-[laughter]-Okay. Thank-thank you, Carlo.

VINCE: So, like, when me and hergo out together,

guys will just come upand start hitting on her

while I'm standing there.

You know, like, that's, like...the last guy

I bashed was because of that.

Uh, this fucking blokejust comes up

and starts hitting on herright in front of me, you know?

And she loves the attention,so...

-Right, so...-RAY: Can I ask you something?

VINCE:Yeah.

How many blokeshas she slept with?

-Ray...-VINCE: It's all right.

Like, 30, 40.

No wonder you don'ttrust her, man.

I mean, shit, if she's sleptwith that many blokes,

what's to stop herfrom sleeping with a few more?

-You know what I mean?-Exactly.

-Ray, that's enough.-RAY: I mean, you know,

she goes there, she gets drunk.Before you know it,

-she's fucking somebody else.-PETER: Ray.

How about you keep your misogynyto yourself?

-My what?-Your misogyny.

-What's that?-Um...

A-According to the dictionary,

a misogynist is a personwho despises women.

I don't despise women.

Well, from whatI'm hearing here,

it sounds like you don't thinkvery highly of them.

I got a girlfriend.I got a daughter.

Hey, what are you saying?

Like, I hate 'emor something, or...?

Plenty of history'sgreat misogynists

have had daughtersand girlfriends, Ray.

Like who?

Like... plenty.

Name one.

I think we should, um, move on.

Uh...

Hugo.

HUGO:I managed to drive to work todaywithout incident.

PETER:That's terrific.

RAY:Britt?

What are you doing? You gonnacome have some tea or what?

What you doing?

What's the matter?

Who put that up there?

-Who did that?-BRITTANY: Taylor.

-[sets down phone][sighs]

Dad, why does she hate meso much?

Look, not everybodyis gonna like you, darling.

-Okay?-Okay.

And you can't make peoplelike you, okay?

But you can make them fear you.

I don't want peopleto be scared of me.

Well, I'm not saying that,you know,

you should make everybodyscared of you.

But, um, if peopledon't respect you,

that's when you make 'emfear you.

So, if people respect me,I don't need to scare them?

Yeah. Yeah, that's right.

But if people... see,if people don't respect you,

and you still treat themwith respect,

then you're a doormat,if you understand what I mean.

-What does that mean?-Well, you know, like a doormat.

A doormat is a person who letsother people walk all over 'em.

-Okay?-Okay.

And that's not the kindof person you want to be.

-Okay?-Mm-hmm.

I'm gonna take careof this problem for you, okay?

-Okay.-This Taylor...

Look at me, darling.Look at me.

She's not gonna bother youagain, okay?

All right? I promise you.

-Okay?-Okay.

Now, you want to comehave some tea?

What are we having?

-Pizza.-Johan's?

Mm-hmm.

With the bacon?

Of course.

-Okay.-Yeah?

[crowd cheering, booing]

Excuse me, guys.

Thank you. Thank you.

Sorry.

Sorry. Sorry, guys.

Is that another goal?

-Yeah.-What's up with all the fuckinghand passing, man?

It's like a game of hot potato.

[laughs]

These blokes need to harden up.

Every time they get the ball,they shit themselves.

-Mm.-[phone chimes]

GARY:Oh, shit.

Mate, I need a favor.

-What?-I need you to come

around my place and puta password on my computer.

Why?

'Cause I'm watching too muchfucking porn, man.

Every day, I'm jerking off.

Twice a day sometimes.

Fucking serious.

Why don't you pick the password?

'Cause if I know the password,I'll just unblock it.

Well, if you ask me,I'm not gonna tell you.

I know.That's the whole point of it.

[crowd cheering]

That's it.Just score another goal.

Get on to it!

-Well, don't get shitty.-I won't.

You will. You'll get shitty.If I don't tell you

what the password is,you'll get shitty.

-No, I won't.-Yes, you will.

Yeah, all right. Maybe I will,

but no matter what,just don't tell me, all right?

-And save my marriage,for God's sake.-[laughs]

[cell phone ringtone playing]

[clears throat]

What's up?

[crowd cheering]

Have you got an address?

[knocking on door]

[dog barks in distance]

MAN:Who's there?

Freddy sent me over.

Freddy sent you?

Yep.

-MAN 2: Who is it, man?-MAN 1: I don't fucking know.

Why?

You want to let me in,mate, or what?

-MAN 2: What's he want?-I don't know.

[door unlocks]

After you.

H-How you doing?

Hey, good, man. How you doing?

-Good.-Excellent.

Yeah.

So, Freddy's been tryingto call you.

Ah, yeah. No...

I mean, we've run outof credit, eh.

Sorry, man.

Uh-huh.

Sorry.

-So, you're supposed to do a jobfor him or something?-Oh.

-Yeah, yeah, job-job's done.D-Do you want to see?-MAN 2: Ah, yeah.

-Yeah? Yeah, come...-Yeah, come through.

Just come this way, then.

[grunts]

So, uh, we were gonna dump himin the hills, but it got light,

like, the sun came up,so we brought him back here.

But as soon as it gets dark,we're gonna go get rid of him.

How hot's the car?

-What do you mean?-Well, when did you steal it?

Oh, it's my car.

It's our car. It's our car.

[cell phone ringing]

Yello?

RAY [over phone]: What do you think you're doing?

What?

You're using these idiotsto do hits now?

No, mate. I just thought I would

give them a goand see how they went.

Oh, okay. Well, I'll tell you how they went, mate.

They've grabbed this guy,

they've killed him-- whoever he was--

and now they've got himin the boot of their car

in their garagebecause they didn't

feel like getting ridof the body just yet.

Yeah, all right, settle...settle down, will you, mate?

Don't fucking tell meto settle down.

-He hung up on me.-Aw.

[cell phone ringtone playing]

Yello?

Funny. Look, I'm sorry, mate, okay?

I-I didn't think you'd mind me using them on this one.

I mean, they chargea quarter what you do.

All right? And, I mean,

I'm having a bad week this week.

Mate, you've beenhaving a bad week

for the last 20 years.

-Yeah, I know. I know. -Well, do something about it.

-Well, like what? -I don't know. Not my problem.

-So, what do you want to do? -I don't know. You tell me.

I can't read it from here. What do you think?

Well, they're drug-fucked, mate.

If they get pinched,they're gonna roll on you.

Yeah, okay, well, dig a hole,

put the dead guy in, and, uh...

and put the other twoin with him.

All right.

How much is this gonna cost me?

-90.-90?!

Yeah. 30 each, mate.

I'd charge anybody else 40 each.

Yeah. Okay, and I appreciate that,

but, look, it's not like you gotto do a lot of work here.

You know? I mean, one of them's dead already.

Yeah, but I stillgot to bury him.

Sure, but you're charging melike you got to kill him.

All right.

Ten to get rid of the dead guy,30 each for the other two.

-70.-Okay, and I appreciatethe discount there, mate,

but-but the other two guys...

I mean, you know, it's not like you got to dig

three holes, you know.

Y-You're only gonna put 'em all in the one hole, so...

Yeah, but I got to diga much bigger hole.

Well, get them to dig it.

Why don't you come down here, yeah, and you can dig it?

I'm not gonna...

Why would I...

Fucking slimy little prick.

Hung up on me again.

[cell phone ringtone playing]

-Hello? -60.

65, take it or leave it.

[sighs]

Yeah. Deal.

I don't want to wait six monthsfor my money, either.

Yeah, I know. You'll-you'llhave the money next week.

You know the thingthat shits me about you?

There's only one thing?

You haggle over every cent you got to pay me, right?

And then you get intothe casino, you blow 100 grand

-like it's nothing.-Yeah, I know, I know.

Yeah, you know.

All right. Bye.

[door slams shut]

[indistinct chatter]

[sighs]

[lighter clicking]

[inhaling]

[dog barking in distance]

-I'm gonna get a car.-Oh, just use ours, mate.

Can't use yours.

-Why not? Why not?-[door opens]

-[door shuts]-I don't know, man.

[parking brake sets]

[dog barks in distance]

-Lift him up.-I am, man. Wait.

RICK:Got him?

-Ooh!-RICK: You fucking idiot.

WAZ:Shut up, man.

You want to take the head?!

[Rick grunts]

[both grunting]

WAZ:Ah, man. This stinks.

♪

WAZ: How do you get on with the ex?

RAY: Oh, not too bad.

She's remarried, but...

[clears throat] ...yeah, we get on.

[sniffs]

I've got a...I-I got a daughter.

-Eh?-Yeah.

How old is she?

She's, um...

-she's six, eh.-Mm.

Ava.

-Beautiful.-Yeah.

-She gets that-thatfrom her mum, eh?-Mm.

You see her?

WAZ:Nah. Not-not anymore, really.

How come?

Uh, the ex won't let me, man.

-Yeah.-Yeah.

That's cool, man. Like...

I know I'm a fuck-up.

Just need to getoff the drugs, man.

WAZ:Yeah.

Tell me about it, bro.Fuck.

I tell you, man, these...

these last 24 hours, I just...

I'm not cut out for this shit.I... This is not me.

No. No offense, eh.

Eh, it's not for everybody,mate, so...

So are you, like, you fromSydney originally, or...

Nah. Country boy.

What brought you up here?

You know, work,mainly, but, uh...

Eh, I wouldn't mindgetting back to the...

back to the country one day,

but I got my daughter here

-and me brother, so...-Oh.

-I got a bro as well, man.-Mm.

-He's, uh, he's back in Perth.-Yeah.

He's a fucking muso, man.

He's killing it, eh, like...

You heard of the bandMore or Less?

-No.-Yeah.

We started it together, man,

-like, me and him.-Mm.

We used to write songs togetherand shit.

Fucking, like, playing gigs.

Fucking...

Do-do you, like,play any musical instruments?

Nah.

Tried to learn how to play thedrums when I was a kid, but...

[chuckles]

That's what I am, eh.

Yeah, I'm a drummer.

-Yeah?-Yeah, man.

Yeah, I-I'll fucking teach you.Hey.

Yeah. Well,I don't have a drum kit, so...

Yeah. I-I don't either, man.

But if you buy one,then I'll-I'll teach you how...

-I wouldn't charge.-Mm.

It'd just be... We'd have, like,fucking drum sessions.

[radio knob clicks]

♪ No less than the trees and the stars♪

♪ You have a right to be here♪

♪ And whether or not♪

♪ It is clear to you♪

-♪ No doubt...♪-Put it out.

Fuck off.

♪ The universe is unfolding... ♪

RICK:Shit!

Sorry about that.

Fucking motherfucker.

All right, good one, buddy.

RICK:Yeah, well, what are yougonna do about it?

-Put the fucking gun away.-Yeah, shut the fuck up.-Rick!

-Go on, what'd you say?-Just chill out, man.

No, shut the fuck up!I'm the fucking boss here, okay?

WAZ:Okay, okay, chill!

-No, you're notthe boss of me, okay?-Rick, okay...

What the fuck?!

♪ For the world is full of trickery♪

♪ But let this not blind you♪

♪ To what virtue there is♪

♪ Many persons strive for high ideals♪

♪ And everywhere life is full of heroism♪

♪ Be yourself♪

♪ Especially do not feign affection ♪

♪ Neither be cynical about love... ♪

[gasping]

Hey.

♪ Take kindly the council of the years♪

♪ Gracefully surrendering the things of youth♪

♪ Nurture strength of spirit♪

♪ To shield you in sudden misfortune♪

♪ But do not distress yourself with imaginings♪

♪ Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness♪

♪ Beyond a wholesome discipline♪

♪ Be gentle with yourself♪

-♪ You are a child...♪-♪ You are a child♪

-♪ Of the universe♪-♪ Of the universe♪

♪ No less than the trees and the stars♪

♪ You have a right...♪

[coughs]

[spits]

-♪ It is clear to you♪-♪ It is clear to you♪

♪ No doubt the universe is unfolding♪

♪ No doubt the universe♪

-♪ Is unfolding...♪-♪ As it should♪

♪ As it should♪

♪ Therefore, be at peace with God♪

♪ Whatever you conceive him to be♪

♪ And whatever your labors and aspirations♪

♪ In the noisy confusion of life♪

♪ Keep peace with your soul♪

♪ With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams♪

♪ It is still a beautiful world♪

♪ Be careful♪

♪ Strive to be happy♪

♪ You are a child♪

♪ Of the universe♪

♪ No less than the trees and the stars♪

♪ You have a right to be here♪

♪ You are a child♪

♪ Of the universe♪

♪ No less than the trees and the stars♪

♪ You have a right to be here♪

♪ You are a child♪

♪ Of the universe♪

♪ No less than the trees and the stars♪

♪ You have a right to be here♪

♪ You are a child♪

♪ Of the universe♪

♪ No less than the trees and the stars♪

♪ You have a right to be here♪

♪ You are a child♪

♪ Of the universe♪

♪ No less than the trees.♪

♪

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I'm gonna have to get that to you on Wednesday.

Said you'd have the money, man.

No, I know I did. I'm definitely gonna have it by Wednesday.

Definitely.

I'm gonna have to give you a touch-up.

What? Well, can it not be the face?

-It's gotta be the face. -Why?

It's gotta be somewhere where people can see it.

-Now, don't flinch, yeah? -WOMAN: Jason?

Whoa, whoa. Mate, mate. It's just my mum.

-Hi. I'm Lorraine. -Nice to meet ya.

-We have to talk, Angel.-There's nothing to talk about.

-[gunshot] -What we did was personal.

We broke the rules.

-[rock music] ♪ Yeah ♪ -[gunfire]

[sirens wail]

ANNOUNCER: Mayans.

All new Tuesdays at 10:00 on FX.

I'll see you at the lake.

[gasps]

-[recorder playing theme song]-[babbling]

Pink eye!

[grunting]

[babbling]

Pink eye!

FRANK: Don't judge me! This is art!

[recorder hits sour note]