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[car engine revving]

[tires screeching]

[tires screeching]

[tires screeching]

[engine revving]

[panting]

[keys jangling]

Come on. Shit. Come on.

[Morada] Why you running, Carlo?

[breathing heavily]

Mr. Morada...

Nobody blackmails me...

especially a punk-ass kid like you.

No, sir. No, I... I wasn't gonna blackmail you.

I just need help. I wanted to...

Wanted me to buy your silence?

Look, whatever I saw back there,

I promise I won't tell anyone...

Oh, I know you won't, Carlo.

[gasping]

My name is Alex Walker. I'm ex-DEA.

One of my first assignments took me to an isolated beach

right here on this island.

I sold what little I had and bought myself a gift shop.

Just peace, no stress, no drama.

Boy, was I wrong.

[theme music playing]

-[grunting] -Oh, hey.

That's good, but in Yaw Yan, you need to square your stance.

-[grunts] -[groans]

And drop your shoulders like this.

So drop the shoulders. Kinda like...

[groans]

Sorry, got away from me. Are you okay?

Yeah, I just...

[grunts]

[both laugh]

Experience over youth, my brother. [laughs]

[groans]

[both laugh]

Why do I come here?

You hired me to train you Yaw Yan.

Yeah, to get me in shape, not to whoop my ass, man.

[grunts]

Besides, if I'm gonna start dating again, I gotta get in shape.

You know what I mean?

You?

What do you mean, "You"? What am I, Johnny Lunchmeat?

No, um, it's just that I thought you were, you know, over all that stuff.

Thought I was like a relic?

No, no. If I were your age, I'd want to spend my time with my family.

Wow.

Or grandchildren.

Grandchildren? How old do you think I am?

You know what? Don't even answer that.

Why don't you just throw me back in the ring?

You can kick me square in the nuts. It'll be less painful.

-Sorry, I didn't mean to say that. -I'm kidding.

-[Alex speaks Filipino] -[Carlo] Thanks.

-Yeah. -I can actually use the work.

Yeah, me and you both. All right, I'll see you tonight, right?

Tonight?

Yeah. Fight night.

Torres versus Dugan, live from Hawaii. I told you about this.

Bring your wife.

Yeah, yeah, we'll be there.

Good, 'cause it's gonna be epic, right?

I got a big screen TV. I got pizza rolls, beer.

I imported buffalo wings.

Hey, Alex. Um, there's something I want to talk to you about.

Shoot, bubba.

-[phone dings] -I know you know friends who...

Ah... [stammers] Satellite dish guy's early. The guy... [groans]

I gotta go! I'll see you tonight. I'll see you tonight.

[Carlo] Yeah, sure.

[suspenseful music playing]

Hey, hey. God damn it.

Huh? You guys having a good time? You having fun?

Make sure and grab yourself a beer.

Listen up, people!

Fight's getting ready to start, and you don't have to move right now,

but you may want to find yourself a seat in a little bit before the fight starts.

Remember, that's, that's not it. No, no. Absolutely not. Up.

That says "reserved" on the back. I brought this all the way from the lobby.

-What are you looking at that? -[sniffs]

Yeah.

They smell funny.

That's because they're authentic buffalo wings.

-Buffalo? -Yeah.

No, not buffalo. It's chicken. We call 'em buffalo wings.

-Why? -I don't know. It's an American thing.

Americans are so confusing.

Okay. But the point is, is that this is a special recipe.

I had 'em specially flown in from somewhere in New York just for tonight.

[whistles]

I think that they were in the plane for way too long.

All right. Stop being funny. Hold that. Watch.

Mm-hmm.

These are definitely not good. Don't eat those.

Get some chips or something.

Hey. No, no. Beer?

Where'd you get that?

-Hey, man! -Hey! [laughs]

Hey! Wow!

-The place looks great, Alex. -Thank you very much.

Oh, you really went all out, huh? That's a new TV?

Yeah. No, that's... I borrowed it.

But I gotta be honest with you, man, I'm nervous.

I have not hosted since I've been on the island,

but I think it's going well.

Hot wings. I want...

No, I gotta... I gotta garnish some of these.

-Go get a beer, man. Get a beer. -Okay.

-Kai, grab a beer. -All right.

[knocking on door]

Oh, yeah. Can... I'll get it.

Hey. Hey.

I heard you're having a party.

Well, wh... It's more of an informal get-together.

Well, that's probably why I didn't get an invitation. Hm?

I assume you meant to invite me.

Well, that's why you're the chief, huh? Your assumption was correct.

I thought you're not allowed to throw parties here.

It's against hotel rules.

Well, it's not really. It's really not a party.

Oh, okay. I get it.

-Yeah. -Yeah.

-A get-together. -Get-together.

-Got it. -Come on in.

No, no. No, no, no.

-Normally, I don't watch boxing. -No, Chief. Chief.

I find it very barbaric.

Oh, so comfy. The best seat in the house.

How 'bout some hot wings?

Oh, thanks.

-[Kai] Alex? -[Alex] What?

Aren't we were supposed to be watching the fight?

We are watching the fight.

But it's not the fight.

Hey. Uh, what did you... Are you pushing stuff?

[Kai] This is a telenovela.

It's the... stupid satellite dish guy, man! I'm gonna kill him!

You know how much I paid for this?

I love this show!

Well, we're not watching this show.

[phone rings]

Alamares.

When?

Okay, be right there.

Party's over for us. They found a body.

Unidentified male, early 20s, five foot ten, 145 pounds.

Okay, where?

At a parking structure next to, uh, Reynaldo's Gym.

[grunts] Reynaldo's Gym? That's my gym.

[suspenseful music playing]

Uh...

File a report!

Yeah, that's my favorite show.

[siren wailing]

You know the victim, Alex?

[siren wailing]

Carlo Guzman. He was training me at the gym.

Someone did quite a number on this guy.

Strangled, and by the marks on his neck, I'd say from behind.

What do you know about him?

He was a good guy.

Like I said, I hired him to train me,

so, I mean, it seemed like he needed money.

He say anything to you about what was going on with him?

I think he was trying to.

He said he needed to talk to me, but I was too busy trying to...

throw a party.

Hey, Alex. This isn't your fault, man.

We're gonna find out who did this. I promise.

Oh, you're damn right I'm going to.

-Alex, Alex. Just let us do our job... -Ernesto, this man was a friend of mine.

Well, if you want to help, you might want to start with this.

What is that?

[Ernesto] Killshot.

They found it in his coat pocket. Looks like an admission token.

Admission to what?

[door opens]

[Ernesto clears throat]

I don't remember asking all of you into my office.

Excuse the intrusion, Chief, but we need a favor.

We need a warrant to access phone records for a murder victim.

For a victim, that shouldn't be a problem. You just go through the normal procedure.

If we do that, it'll just take too much time, Chief.

But if I make some calls...

-That'll really help us out. -[Ocampo] Good.

We don't have a lot to go on,

and we're worried that leads will dry out if we wait.

And why are you here?

He was a friend.

You know, I always welcome your assistance here,

but if you really want to help us, Manila just sent us a report

about this new drug from Singapore hitting the streets,

and they're offering a $20,000 reward for a conviction.

Now, with your expertise as a former DEA agent...

Listen to me. Listen to me, Chief.

I'm gonna find out who killed Carlo with or without the police, so...

Then work together we shall.

Kai and I will access his phone records.

Uh, you and Ernie will build a portfolio, okay?

Thanks, Chief.

[Ocampo] Let's go, Kai.

[Alex grunts]

You parked right next to the tree, man. How am I supposed to get out?

Sorry.

All right, how do you want to play this? Good cop, bad cop?

How about cop, not cop?

Remember, Alex, you're just an observer.

Oh, right, right, right. That's a good cover.

Not a cover. Not a cover.

Impersonating a police officer is a crime. You know that, Alex.

I gotcha, man. I gotcha. Partner.

Yes?

Uh...

Mrs. Guzman, I'm Detective Alamares.

May we have a few minutes of your time?

Mrs. Guzman, we apologize for intruding at such a sensitive time.

[sobbing] I can't believe he's gone.

Who would do such a thing? We have a child coming!

Miss Guzman, I'm gonna find out who killed him.

I'm sorry, I didn't get your name.

Oh, Mr. Alex Walker knew Carlo, and is, uh, helping us with our investigation.

I knew him from the... from the gym.

Mrs. Guzman, do you know if Carlo had any disagreements with anyone?

Make any enemies?

No, no. Everybody loved Carlo.

Volleyball, swimming, tennis.

That's incredible.

I knew he was a great kickboxer, but I had no idea.

Carlo loved sports.

He loved playing them, watching them, betting on them.

Maybe a little too much.

How do you mean, Mrs. Guzman?

Carlo made a lot of bad bets and he owed a lot of money.

How much are we talking about?

Enough that we're losing this home.

We have nothing left.

Carlo tried to take on more work.

He even tried to win some money by entering a tournament at some club.

A tournament? Do you remember the club's name?

No, no, no. He only mentioned it once.

Is this it?

Yes. I think that is it.

[sighs]

[sobbing] And now he'll never get to meet his son.

[sobbing]

[Ernesto grunts]

A kid who's a martial arts expert's

involved in some sort of secret underground tournament called Killshot.

I think it's pretty clear what we're dealing with here.

This is an underground fight club.

And somehow that club got him killed.

We gotta find this place.

You sure this is the place?

I ran his phone data.

I found that the cell towers pinged three times in the last week

when Carlo was texting his wife.

Take a look.

[Alex] Doesn't look like a security guard.

[Ernesto] More like a bouncer?

[Alex] Yeah.

You go flashing that badge and he's gonna ask for a warrant.

By the time you get one, they'll be packed and gone.

Okay. Then we go undercover.

-Yeah. -But it doesn't mean it's cowboy time.

What... What are you talking about?

Can I help you with something?

Yeah, mind if we take a look inside?

Sorry, it's invitation only.

[Ernesto] Oh.

-[dance music playing] -[indistinct chatter]

Wait here.

[indistinct chatter]

Shady as hell.

Yeah.

This place is full of surprises.

Who the hell are you?

We were invited.

Rocco Morada.

-This is my place. -Hi.

And what are your names?

Ah. Don't answer that.

It doesn't matter, and I don't want to know. [chuckles]

I can see the potential.

I can bill the two of you as a double act.

Yin and Yang. East meets West.

[snaps fingers] Beauty and the Beast.

-Excuse me? -Who? Wait, wh-who's the Beast?

Okay, let's see what you can do.

[snaps fingers]

Here. Suit up.

We'll put you in an exhibition match. Competition starts in 30 minutes.

Competition?

-You've got the token, don't you? -[Ernesto] Yeah.

The token is an invitation to compete.

You can enter the arena through that door over there.

The door with the big red sign that says, "Arena"?

Gold star.

Kai, you ever been inside a fight club before?

Not that I can remember.

All right, well, you wouldn't forget it. It's brutal, it's ugly.

Bare-knuckled fighting, broken noses, popped-out eyeballs, blood everywhere.

[suspenseful music playing]

[people grunting]

Uh-oh.

Oh, man. It's worse than we thought.

[quirky music playing]

Brutal.

[shouting and playing]

It's a badminton club. What the hell is this?

Makes sense.

Philippines are all about the B's in sports.

Boxing, basketball, badminton.

All right, they call it "Killshot."

Why would you call a badminton club Killshot?

A kill shot is a type of serve in badminton,

just like a spike in volleyball.

So it's not a fight club. It's slow tennis.

Hey, badminton's very serious in the Philippines.

People live and die for it.

Apparently.

What if this place has nothing to do with Carlo's death?

On the day he died, when I was walking out of the gym, I saw a strange guy.

That strange guy, he owns this club.

Okay, so what's the connection?

There's only one way to find out.

[chuckles] What, you actually want to play in the tournament?

I mean, we're already players, right?

This is the perfect cover for us, right?

We get him to accept us, we can get him to talk, we find out what's going on here.

Do you even know how to play badminton?

We play this at American picnics. How hard could it be?

Okay.

[rock music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[Morada] Now taking Center Court,

give it up for the currently undefeated mad dogs of badminton...

The Cebu Crushers!

[cheering and applause]

And, hoping for a miracle, please welcome two newcomers...

The Mactan Dalgonas!

[laughing and jeering]

What's Dalgonas?

Black coffee with a spot of milk.

That's just... racist.

Mm, just a little bit. Just a little bit.

[buzzer sounds]

All right, here we go. I got back. I got back.

[referee] Point, Crushers!

[cheering and applause]

[laughing and jeering]

[rock music playing]

-[grunts] -[referee] Point!

[referee] Point, Crushers!

[referee] Out!

What do you mean, it's out?!

-[Ernesto] Hey, hey. -How could you not see that?

-It was right there! -Let's go.

-[grunts] -[referee] Another point, Crushers!

-[both grunt] -[referee] Match, Crushers!

[cheering and applause]

[both grunt]

[buzzer sounds]

-Wow, that went well. -[Ernesto] Hmm.

Yeah. Remind me never to attend a Filipino picnic.

Uh-oh.

[laughs] Not your day, was it, boys?

Still, you showed a lot of heart.

I'd like to offer you a spot in the tournament.

You want us to play?

Oh, absolutely! The crowd loved it.

First round starts tomorrow.

Cash prize for the winner, 50,000.

-Fifty thousand! -[grunts]

Fifty thousand!

Alex, that's like 900 U.S.

I know. That's... But that, that's a lot of money to me.

You've been here over two years. How do you not know that by now?

I know that, man. I was testing you.

Okay. [laughs]

I don't like them.

Yeah, but the crowd loves them.

They love seeing an American getting his ass whooped by locals.

It's good for business. More betting, more drinking.

I saw a locker back there with some tape on it. It said, "C.G."

It's gotta be Carlo's. We should see what's inside.

-There might be something we could go on. -Can you pick a lock?

Well, yeah.

Why do you have...

Hm. Don't answer that.

Heck of a game out there guys, huh? [laughs]

-You mean, "Nice slaughter." -Oh. [laughs]

And that wasn't a game. That was an embarrassment.

-[Alex] Right. -You are an embarrassment.

Well, maybe you guys could give me some tips, huh?

Teach me how to play the game a little better. [pops lips]

The tip is don't come back here. Not unless you want to get hurt.

And next time, we won't be so easy on you.

Gotcha.

Well, that's very unsportsmanlike.

You make a joke out of our sport.

No, no.

Maybe we break your legs so you can't come back, Dalgona.

Okay. You guys are being very hostile, you know?

Maybe you should take it down a notch, 'cause trust me, and I know about this,

it can be very bad for your health.

-[grunts] -You mean, bad for your health.

[suspenseful music playing]

If I'm honest, I made a mistake, okay? I underestimated you guys out there.

Damn right.

Don't make the same mistake.

-[groaning] -Hey, hey! You're breaking his arm!

[Alex] No. No, not yet.

But that's what comes next, all right,

if you guys can't find a serious attitude adjustment.

[Crusher 1] Let him go, man. You're hurting him.

[Crusher 2] Dude, you made your point, now stop!

[suspenseful music playing]

[groaning]

Let's go.

[grunts]

Now, I think we all understand each other.

It's been fun. [laughs] I will see you guys on the court, huh?

[Morada] Everything okay?

-Yeah. -[Morada] Everything on time?

Okay. Good.

[lock deactivates]

[door shuts]

[suspenseful music playing]

[guards speaking Filipino]

[guards speaking Filipino]

[guards speaking Filipino]

Boss wants the rest of these inside now.

Idiots! Clean this mess up!

[Ernesto] We found these in Carlo's locker.

Check this out.

His wife wasn't lying when she said he had a gambling problem.

[Kai] These are bets with every bookie on the island.

Why are they stacked together like this? And why are they in his locker?

I don't know. Maybe he was preparing them for something.

Okay, we know he couldn't pay off his bets, right?

Could he have thought he might be able to trade his debt for something else?

Services rendered? But what? For who?

Making any headway?

Chief, in the new report from Manila,

didn't you say the new drugs hitting our streets came from Singapore?

That's correct.

Well, there were dozens of boxes being loaded into a high-security building

right behind the Killshot Arena. All were marked from Singapore.

And you found drugs inside?

Found this.

I don't think this is what Manila's looking for.

Ah, hold on. I worked a case once in Mexico. The Sinaloa cartel.

They hid the heroin inside of Barbie dolls.

No, not actually in the doll.

The heroin was shaped in the form of a doll.

I'm way ahead of you.

I had the lab check one out, and they found nothing.

But?

Drugs are involved in this somehow. I'm sure of it.

Well, we're gonna have to get into that high-security building.

I don't think we'll be able to get a search warrant with this.

[Ernesto grunts]

Well, it looks like we're gonna have to play our way in.

Yeah.

[slaps rear end]

T-shirts from the gift shop?

-Yeah. -Seriously?

Yeah, might as well get a little promotion, huh?

It might stir up some business.

Okay, look, if we want to see where they're taking those boxes,

we're gonna need Morada's key to get into the secured area.

And he keeps it up there in his private suite.

All right, you got a plan to clear everybody out?

Once you guys hit the court, he'll come out and watch.

That'll give me a chance to sneak in and grab the key.

How do you know he'll come out?

'Cause he gets a kick out of seeing Alex get his ass handed to him.

Yeah, well, he's gonna be sadly disappointed,

because I've been watching some YouTube videos, huh?

I got a vision for the game now, man.

-I even learned how to do the kill shot. -Oh! Jeez!

-Okay. -Yeah.

Look, just keep the game going long enough for me to go in and find it, okay?

[Alex] Sorry.

Let's go.

[laughs]

Sorry, gentlemen.

Maybe you'll have more luck in the next matches.

Pick your teams wisely.

The American and his teammate are taking the court.

[snaps fingers]

Gentlemen, here's your chance to win some of your money back.

I promise you, you're gonna want to watch this next match. [laughs]

[men speaking Filipino]

Take the money, put it in the vault.

[speaking Filipino]

[suspenseful music playing]

James, you're in.

What?

You can't do that! You can't switch a guy on your team!

-[Ernesto] Alex. -[Alex] You can't bring somebody...

Alex. Actually, they can.

If I can direct your attention to Court Six.

In a much-anticipated rematch,

The Cebu Crushers will be destroying...

[cheering and applause]

-I mean, playing... -[laughter]

The Mactan Dalgonas!

-[buzzer sounds] -[cheering and applause]

Nice. [grunts]

-[groans] -Sorry, sorry.

-[referee] Point, Crushers! -Sorry, sorry, sorry.

-[referee] Point, Crushers! -[cheering and applause]

[referee] Out!

[cheering and applause]

Ooh.

-They just cheated. -Hey, man.

This game's going too fast. We gotta buy Kai some time.

I've got an idea. Listen...

Hey, that's delay of game!

Ref!

[dramatic music playing]

[rock music playing]

[screaming]

[referee] Point, Dalgonas!

[crowd jeering]

[door opens]

[suspenseful music playing]

[cheering and applause]

Let's go. Let's get 'em.

[referee] Out!

[cheering and applause]

Alex, if they score one more point, it's game over and Kai is still inside.

No mercy. Time to whip this talunan's ass.

What the hell does talunan mean?

Loser.

[dramatic music playing]

I got it.

-[screams] -[referee] Point, Dalgonas!

-[screams] -[crowd jeering]

[spits]

[all] Ooh!

Alex, man, what the hell was that?

That's a kill shot.

[crowd jeering]

Disqualification!

-[crowd jeering] -Let's go.

[lock activates]

[lock deactivates]

[suspenseful music playing]

What the hell is this?

It's a plastics extrusion machine.

Well, it was before it was converted.

-You're familiar with this? -Yep.

Back in Philly, one of my first cases.

They were smuggling cocaine into the city disguised as plastic bottles.

They take the bottles and they put them in the machine,

and it would extract the drugs from the plastic.

But the shuttlecock Kai brought in was checked and analyzed. It was clean.

Yeah. It wasn't the shuttlecock.

It's the packing peanuts it was packed in.

Guys.

Whoa.

Oh, man.

-[machine whirring] -Dude, check it out...

[machine shuts off]

Yep.

Disguising drugs as packing peanuts, that's a new one.

Do we really think that Carlo was mixed up in all this?

Oh, I don't know. My bet is, is that he found out about this

and then offered to exchange his silence in order to erase his gambling debt.

That would explain all the markers stacked away in his locker.

Yeah. I think he came here to exchange it.

Wait, Carlo thought he could blackmail a gangster like Morada?

[Alex] I don't think he was thinking.

I think he was out of his head, and I think he was desperate.

Desperate enough to think that Morada would cancel his gambling debts?

Morada figured it would be cheaper to just kill Carlo.

Good theory, but difficult to prove.

Oh, crap.

[Kai] Do we have a problem?

I don't hear any alarms.

[suspenseful music playing]

[Alex] They were certainly willing to spend money on security.

Then why don't they have security people here now?

Because it's automated. It's remotely monitored.

See, if anybody sets foot in this building,

it sets off silent alarms

and sends warnings to the guards next door.

So if we're inside and on camera, why didn't we set it off?

Because we used Morada's key fob.

He doesn't want to get caught on camera, and when he uses his key,

it turns off the alarms and the cameras.

But when he finds out his key is missing...

They're gonna turn everything back on.

-We gotta go. -Yeah.

-Kai, let's go. Let's go. -Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What's that?

Hold on.

Hey, maybe you can find some footage of Carlo stumbling on the operation.

This would help prove our theory.

We don't have time for that right now.

We'll just have to come back for it.

No, no. What if... What if they erase it from the servers by then?

-I have one last thing to do. -[keyboard clacking]

[alarm blaring]

Okay, we're leaving.

-Kai. -[Kai] Wait.

-[keyboard clacking] -[beeping]

Okay.

[alarm blaring]

[guns cocking]

No. You're not going anywhere.

Found these badges on them.

Cops.

Detectives.

Actually, I'm just an observer, so...

You made a big mistake coming here.

Listen, big guy. You're already a drug dealer.

You want to add cop killer to your rap sheet?

I'm not afraid to kill to protect my business.

Like you killed Carlo Guzman?

That punk kid thought he could blackmail me,

and he paid the price... just like you three will.

[snaps fingers] Kill them.

Wait, wait. Well, you're... Luther?

You're gonna have Luther do it? [chuckles] I don't think so.

He doesn't have the stones for it.

He's too weak.

Strong enough to choke the life out of your friend Carlo.

Listen, man. There's no shame in being a wimp. All right?

I've met guys, what, twice your size that are just total wussies.

[grunts]

[chuckles] That's all you got?

You hit like a grade-schooler. [laughs]

[grunts]

Okay. Okay. [chuckles]

Now you're... Now you're just gonna hurt your knuckles. Huh?

No one ever told you how to throw a proper punch?

Stop this nonsense and shoot them.

[suspenseful music playing]

[gun cocks]

-[rock music playing] -[all grunting]

[siren wailing]

-[gun cocks] -[police radio chatter]

Going somewhere, Morada?

Ocampo, I'm starting to like these little surprise visits.

Well, this time I was invited.

How did you know to come here, Chief?

A little birdie told us.

We'll just have to come back for it.

No, no. What if... What if they erase it from the servers by then?

-I have one last thing to do. -[keyboard clacking]

[alarm blaring]

Quick thinking, Detective.

Thank you, sir.

[Ocampo] You see, Agent Walker,

I told you your expertise with the DEA would help us solve this drug crime.

I'm sorry I couldn't help you with the murder charge.

Oh, that's all right, Chief. Morada did all that on his own.

He confessed to everything, and so did his accomplice, Luther.

They set up very high-tech security cameras to protect Morada,

but since they turned everything back on without using his key...

[clicks tongue] the cameras were rolling the whole time.

I'm not afraid to kill to protect my business.

Like you killed Carlo Guzman?

That punk kid thought he could blackmail me,

and he paid the price.

Son of a...

[Ocampo] Get him out of here.

Get that checked.

Nice work. Love it.

I gotta be honest with you guys.

Right there at the end, I think I started getting the hang of that badminton stuff.

We should join a league.

Join a league? I don't want to do any badminton for a while.

Huh? What? How about you, Kai? You want to play some badminton with me?

No. How about we just go to a picnic?

-All right. -[chuckles] That's good.

You know what? I know you guys are patronizing me,

but I can get good at this.

What's this?

Open it.

That's over a million pesos.

Yeah. That's $20,000 American.

Wow.

I don't understand.

The Philippine Drug Enforcement Agency put out a reward

for information that led to a conviction.

Oh. Well, congratulations.

-No. -No.

No, Mrs. Guzman. [laughs] That's yours.

But I didn't do anything to catch them.

You're right, but your husband Carlo did.

[Alex] Look, we know this doesn't bring him back,

but just think of it as one last gift from him for his family.

Now you have the finances to keep the house

and have plenty left over to take care of your child.

What about the guys who killed Carlo?

Well, I promised you we'd find 'em, didn't we?

We did.

-[Ernesto] Yeah. -[Alex] And they're gonna pay.

I don't know what to say.

You don't have to say anything.

I found these in Carlo's locker at the club.

Thought you might want them. Some clothes, belongings.

This clearly was something special to him.

[crying]

[continues crying]

[door opens, closes]

Rita, what are you still doing here?

My mother had to do a double shift,

so I figured that while I'm waiting for her,

I could also work double shift, make some serious overtime.

[stammers] No, no. No. I didn't approve any overtime.

But I am here.

But I didn't ask you to be here.

And I'm working.

Uh, without approval.

So, I'm making overtime.

You can't... [sighs]

You know what? Fine.

-You're a good boss, Mr. Walker. -Yeah, I'm a good boss.

Why is this TV still here?

This thing was supposed to be back in the lobby two days ago!

The guy from the satellite dish company had to reschedule until next week,

so he won't be able to take it out until then.

We still have satellite?

Yep.

And in about ten minutes,

they're going to be repeating the whole fight.

-That's why I kept it in here for you. -Shut your mouth!

[Rita] So you can finally see it.

[bell dings on tv]

[announcer] Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the matchup of the century!

Here are some leftover chips from the party.

[announcer] Emilio Torres versus John Dugan.

The Manila Marauder takes on the scourge of Cebu City.

Torres coming in fresh off his first knock-out victory over Sanchez last month.

He has a clear age and height advantage,

but Dugan's experience and stamina in the ring

have put lesser fighters to shame.

[speaking Filipino]

Hey, isn't this that stupid show that you like?

[people speaking Filipino on TV]

Oh, my goodness! This is a new episode. I've never seen this one.

Yeah. Well, grab a seat.

Wait, really?

Yeah, really.

What about the fight?

I think I've had enough competitive sports for a while.

Now, who is this guy with the patch over his eye?

[Rita] That's the guy who's in love with Maria.

[Alex] That's Maria? Who's the guy kissing Maria?

[Rita] That's Reynaldo, Maria's fiancé.

[Alex] This is too complicated for me.

[theme music playing]