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So, you know, I read
this really interesting article

about a man whose dog dragged
him out of a flaming gym.

Matthew, I love you,
but we're not getting a dog.

Okay? We couldn't even keep
a Roomba alive.

We shouldn't have given
it that beer.

It was funny, though.

Hi, welcome to Champions.

You give us a mere 15 years,

we'll give you the body
you always wanted.

I'm looking for a Vincent Cook.

You're looking at him.

Whoops! Now you're looking
at me.

I'm his brother, Matthew, okay?

That's Vince, the guy you were
just looking at!

- He knows.
- You slept with my wife.

And now you're gonna pay.

- Whoa!
- Oh my God!

Please don't kill him,
just shoot him in the shoulder

if you have to, or better yet,
the penis!

- Or not! Okay?
- Hey, sir, listen, please.

I'm sure there's been some
kind of mistake, right, okay?

Uh, what... what's
your wife's name?

- Debra Kemp.
- Okay.

So there hasn't been a mistake.

Do you have any final wishes?

Please don't shoot him.

He's got so little
to live for already.

What?

I mean, he's had so many
tough breaks.

He was the star baseball player
of our high school team.

Full ride to college,

and he lost it all
through bad decisions.

Okay, there were some things
that were out of my control.

The economy was in the pits,
also Iraq,

and then, yeah, some alcohol,
some weed, but like...

Wait, you were an athlete?

How? I mean, your brother
on the other hand,

I mean, his body's smoking.

I mean, I'd get it if my wife
slept with him.

Thank you.

- That was so nice.
- What is happening right now?

But what is the point
of killing this guy, huh?

Broken dreams,
deteriorating body,

no dog.

In a lot of ways, keeping him
alive is worse punishment,

don't you agree?

Scientifically, we're all
deteriorating, right?

But yes, there's some truth
to what he's saying.

Huh. I mean, I guess,
if you put it that way,

my cheating wife and incurable
dandruff aren't really anything

- compared to your whole deal.
- Exactly!

Well, I'm gonna head out.

I got five other guys I gotta
confront this morning.

- Five.
- Yeah.

Okay, good luck with that.

You know what would've
protected us in that situation?

We're not getting a dog.

Damn it!

[upbeat music]

So, sign these papers,
and it's official.

Your gym is sold.

I can't believe I'm really
doing it, you know?

Finally, I can just
let go and disappear.

Sir, if you're going to kill
yourself,

I'm obliged to tell the police.

No, no, no, I'm not... I'm not
disappearing like that, okay?

I'm moving to Florida.

Yeah, I've just led a life
of letting people down,

and need a change of scenery,
you know?

No, I do not.

Wow, I picked the wrong
person to confide in.

I usually confide
in my wife and son.

Do you have anything like that?

Can I just say what an honor
it is to be here

at the Manhattan Academy
for the Performing Arts?

I have dreamt of this moment
ever since my humble beginnings

in the horrible town
I was raised in.

- It's not that bad.
- It's Cleveland.

LeBron James,
Rock & Roll Hall of Fame,

very vibrant Polish music
scene, actually.

No, I wasn't criticizing.

You know, you did
the best you could

with your limited resources.

She's a single mom.

Mm-kay, there is a tragic
overtone to this

that I just want to refute.
He has a nice life.

We have a panini press.

- She's my rock.
- Okay.

All I'd asked was "Did you
find the building okay?"

Anyway, I unfortunately
have terrible news.

Something has happened
to Mr. Stevenson,

the dean of students
who recruited you.

He was caught in a sting.

Ooh. Mm. Like a hand in
the cookie jar sting?

More like a Jared
from Subway type sting.

Both: Oh, my God!

The point is
because he admitted you,

and offered to let you
live in his home,

we're reevaluating
his decisions,

and therefore need you
to re-audition

for the admissions board
tomorrow.

- What?
- I have to audition again?

I don't have a place to live!

Can I live with you?
I can fit in a suitcase.

He really can, a carry-on even.

I mean, what are we supposed
to do?

Just one more signature,
and I'm on my way to Florida.

Hey, you don't think I'm doing
the wrong thing

by not telling Matthew, do you?

I forget who that is.

Chester, it's my brother.

I've mentioned
him several times.

In my defense, you've
mentioned numerous people

in your rationalization
about why

you're abandoning
friends and family.

Okay, it's not
a rationalization,

it's just what I'm telling
myself to feel better

about my secretive behavior.

- Okay?
- Mm-hmm.

Okay.

All right.

Here's your form.

- This is your copy.
- Cool.

- Now, watch out for gators.
- Yep.

Keep marshmallows
in your pocket.

They think they're turtle eggs.

All right, thank you.

- And good luck to you.
- Thank you.

[upbeat music]

♪

Well, good-bye, dreams!

Because now, I'm gonna
have to return to Ohio,

go back in the closet,

marry an ugly girl
from my high school,

and run a pashmina cart
at the mall.

[melancholy music]

Hey, come here.

♪

I am so sorry
that this happened.

But if you can nail
that audition tomorrow,

I think I know a place
where you can live.

The Plaza? Like Eloise?

Obviously not.

Okay, come on, let's go.

[upbeat music]

♪

Hey, Matthew,

I gotta talk to you
about something important.

Yeah, of course,
we can handle anything.

As long as we're together.

Emotionally together.

No, physically, like living
and working together.

Okay, um...

I think we can both agree
that having this gym

for the past 13 years
is not what we planned.

I agree completely.

- Really?
- It has exceeded my plans!

And frankly,
all of my wildest dreams.

Hey!

I need to shower
at your guys' place tomorrow.

I'm making sports drink
in my tub.

As long as I drink 30 gallons
a week,

it pays for itself.

That's smart, Ruby.

Yeah, you can use our shower.

Uh, can you give us a second?

Oh, I see.

The two people
with private offices

take over our only break room.

You know, that's some
real one-percenter crap!

Guess I'll go eat my pad see ew
in the alley.

I'm sorry, Vince.

Well, well, well.

I guess you have time to sit
and chat

with your white brother,

but not to text back
your Indian girlfriend

if we're on for movie night.

Oh, yeah, Britney, sorry, uh...

I'm just dealing with some stuff

but I'll meet you
at the theater.

This is why we work.

My entire family was so wrong
about you.

We are so blessed to work
with such strong women.

God, I hope nothing
ever changes.

But why would it?

[laughter]

Yeah.

[upbeat music]

Mom, I'm starving.

Why are we at a gym in Brooklyn?

Is this another stop in
your "Sex and the City" tour?

No, they never came to Brooklyn

unless they were dating a loser.

Speaking of which,

I need to talk to someone,
all right?

So I just want you to wait
here, and, um...

Oh, read this "Men's Health."

And try not to get too
turned on... damn!

- I'll be right back.
- Okay.

♪

Oh, thank God, food.

♪

- Oh, hey, private office.
- What are you doing?

Give me that.

Who are you?

Do you want my real name
or my stage name?

Your real name.

Miguel Blanchett Almodovar.

Your real name.

Michael Patel.

Well, Michael Patel,
congratulations.

You're about to be
the first Indian kid

to ever get arrested
for stealing.

- How dare you?
- I would never steal.

I was simply looking
for something to eat,

like Jean Valjean
from "Les Miserables."

- I never read it.
- It's not a book,

it's a musical and a movie.

What is this place anyway?

Oh, is it a treatment facility?

I sing at the nursing home

where my mom works in Cleveland.

My act is a little racy...

Wait, where'd you say
you were from?

Cleveland.

Priya?

Michael.

This is your father.

What?

.

When I got pregnant, I had
a full ride to Ohio State.

I had a baseball scholarship

to perennial powerhouse
Arizona State,

in a very competitive year.
Dustin Pedroia, Andre Ethier...

And he lost that scholarship
one month

into his freshman year.
He was smoking a joint,

marijuana, at a gas station,
and caused an explosion.

In my defense, that would've
happened to anyone

smoking a joint
at a gas station.

Anyway, that was just one
of many, many reasons

that we decided it was best not
to tell you he was your dad.

That makes sense,
right, sweetheart?

Um... No!

Okay.

You told me my dad died in
Afghanistan

liberating a school
of blind girls.

You're a liar!

You're a deadbeat, and neither
of you have any style.

- I think that's unfair.
- I mean, I'm matching.

The only person
I like is my uncle!

Thank you, only I cannot
enjoy your compliment

as I too am reeling
from this life of deception.

I raised you by myself,

and it was the hardest time
of my life.

But it was all worth it,

because you were
the sweetest little boy

until you turned four,

and you saw Bernadette Peters
sing "Send in the Clowns"

on PBS, and you've complained
every day since

that you needed to live
in New York City.

♪ Isn't it rich

- Stop, stop, not the time.
- Okay.

Vince, I need to talk to you
for a second in your bedroom.

I know this is sudden,
but you have to take him.

I have to be at work tomorrow.
Otherwise, I'm gonna be fired.

I wish I could help you,
but I can't, okay?

And I can't tell you why.

You can't tell me why?

What are you, Jason Bourne?
You run a gym.

Wow, you were a lot nicer
in high school.

Anyway, how am I the bad guy
here?

You're the one who didn't
want me involved, remember?

I was 18 years old.

I also thought it was
a good idea

to have unprotected sex with you

under the Coney Island
Boardwalk.

I wanted to do it on
the Cyclone,

but you were like,
"That's tacky, don't do that."

- Okay.
- You know what?

The point is, I don't know
how to be a dad.

Do you think I knew how
to be a mom

when I was a freshman
in college?

I carried him in my backpack.
He was always covered in pen.

[sighs]

You know I would've helped you.

Cool, here's your chance.

That's when I realized
I just didn't have

what it takes to collect coins.

Great news.

We decided that
you're gonna live here,

and we couldn't be happier.

- I love you so much.
- I love you too.

Matthew, help me get the bags
from the car.

You two can get
to know each other.

Um...

[clears throat]

It's Vance, right?

Vince.

- Mm-hmm.
- Oh.

Isn't he adorable?

I think he has my eyes.

Stop, okay? Do not get
too used to this.

I guarantee you
Priya's coming back.

Hey, Michael, dinnertime.

How can I be thinking about
food when I don't even know

what I'm playing
for my audition tomorrow?

Brahms? Chopin? Liszt?

Yeah, one more name, and it
is a list, you're doing great!

Whoa, you cooked this?

Or are you doing that thing
where you bought it

and put it on plates to look
like you cooked it?

No, I'm not trying to date you.

- We cooked it.
- Wow.

Have you never had
a home cooked meal before?

Mom works a lot, so we eat
takeout, like, every night.

You eat fast food every night
for dinner.

Okay, and I'm the deadbeat.

My mother is an angel.

You robbed her of her youth
and left her for dead,

like Fantine in "Les Mis,"

so I had to be raised
by the ghoul she had become.

Okay.

Hey, what are you doing?

What I do every night:

Eat dinner while watching
"RuPaul's Drag Race."

Oh, no, I don't think so.

Look, we're not degenerates
who eat dinner

in front of the television.

- [clears throat]
- Unless they are re-running

the episode of
"The Price Is Right"

- that Matthew was on.
- I lost!

Since I'm going
to be living here,

and since you're both jocks,

I feel compelled to reveal
something to you

that you must consider
a disgrace.

I'm gay.

Okay.

Um, first of all,

it's not that difficult
to tell that you're gay.

Yeah, I could tell
from the way that you talk.

Also, you think we have
a problem with gay people?

No, we own a gym.

In fact, our big dream is that

someday our gym
will become a gay gym,

because women and straight guys
are filthy.

[doorbell rings]
And that would be your mom.

I told you she'd come back.
Right?

You know, we always had
a volatile relationship,

which is kind of
what made it hot.

- Mm, I'm gonna throw up.
- Okay.

- Oh, hey, Britney.
- Matthew. Vince.

Why did I see some Indian
chick with bad clothes

come out of your apartment
this afternoon?

You were watching my apartment?

Of course, duh. Hello.

I'm Britney Sundaram,
Vince's soulmate.

Well, we're on-again, off-again.

On-again, off-again soulmates.

How many Indian women
have you dated?

How many white women has
Leonardo DiCaprio dated?

No one's asking about that.

Well, you've cheated on me
for the last time.

It's over. I've gotten engaged.

- Engaged? To who?
- My career.

- "Career"?
- You post pictures of yourself

drinking flavored vodka
in a bikini on Instagram.

- Both: Ow.
- I'm almost verified!

Stop, whatever he's done,

you don't humiliate a man
in front of his own son.

Matthew's your son? I knew it.

You look so much older than him.

What? No. What? No.

The other one is my son.
Guys, can you give us a minute?

I gotta talk to Britney.

- You're fabulous, by the way.
- Oh, thank you.

So this is my room.

Yeah, I'd say
my personal style is

"health conscious guy
on a budget."

Well, you nailed it.

I love how you put a plant

in an old protein powder
container.

Ah, thanks, yeah,
these containers are the best.

This one here...
[change clinking]

It's a piggy bank! [Chuckles]

And this one holds
protein powder.

Hey, I think
they might be a while.

- You wanna sit?
- Sure.

Okay.

So is it rude of me to say
that I wish you were my dad

and Vince was my uncle?
Or not really a part of this.

- What, are you crazy?
- Your dad is amazing.

Your mom only told you
half the story.

After Vince lost
his scholarship, our dad died,

and he had to take over the gym.

Gave up every dream he ever had.

Well, I've always wondered
who my father was.

I'm glad inside he's nice.

Did you ever, uh...

Mm, wonder who your uncle was?

Not once,

which makes meeting you
all the better.

- Yes!
- [laughs]

So who's your favorite
Housewife?

Ooh! Um...

My mom?

How could you not tell me
you have a son?

And now he just shows up
and gets to live here?

He's not moving in, okay?

I got a lot of stuff going on,
all right?

He's never been part
of my life before,

and I can't make room
for him now.

You know what, I was
actually beginning

to think that you were okay.

Sure, you look like the abusive
boyfriend in a Lifetime movie.

- Oh, my God, you do.
- That I could look past.

But I don't want
to live here either.

Your life is sad
and your gym is even sadder.

I can't believe anyone would
even want to buy it.

Wait, what are you
talking about?

He's selling Champions.

Oh, did you not know?

I saw the signed contract
on his desk

and a joint, which I'm keeping

- for my 18th birthday.
- Wait, is that true?

- About the joint?
- Selling the gym.

Yes, yeah,
I'm moving to Florida.

- By myself.
- [sighs]

You selfish son of a bitch.

I can't believe the day
I gained a nephew,

I lost a brother.

Michael, let's go.

Michael? Michael!

Michael?

- Michael?
- Michael!

.

- Michael?
- Michael Patel!

- Hey, slow down, all right?
- Look...

- I know you're mad at me...
- Mad...

Doesn't even begin to describe
how I'm feeling.

I... am... angry.

Putting aside the secret son
you didn't tell me about,

how could you sell the gym?

We were gonna grow old
together in that gym.

Two gray hairs, lifting weights,

till one day, the rack
topples over and kills us both.

- That's your dream?
- Hell yeah.

- Okay.
- But now it's dead,

- because you're abandoning me.
- I'm not abandoning you.

Yeah, then what
would you call it?

Running away
from responsibility,

all right?

I don't know why
you're so surprised!

This is what I do.

Okay, I let people down.

Right?
Mom and Dad, coaches, Priya.

I've had a son for 12 hours
and he went from

promising musician to a real
bummer of an episode of "SVU."

[phone ringing]

- That might be Michael!
- Answer it!

[sighs] It's Priya.

- What do I do?
- Oh, I know.

- Give me the phone.
- What, what?

I got this.

Hey, Priya, it's Matthew.

Oh, what's that?
Oh, you want to talk to Vince?

- Okay.
- What?

- She's really good.
- I... just...

- Priya, what up?
- Vince, hey, look...

Uh, I need to apologize
for last night.

- Oh, that's cool.
- I forgive you. I gotta go.

No, I'm not apologizing
to you; You're a dick.

I'm apologizing to Michael.

And I'm coming back to get him.

Hey, can you put him
on the phone?

He's not pick up
and his audition's in an hour.

- Wha... uh, audition?
- What audition?

- To get back into the school.
- Did you really forget?

- Forget what? Ha ha, kidding.
- That's not funny!

Priya, would you just get off
my jock?

All right, I'm gonna take him
to the "Glee" audition

because I'm his dad.

Okay, thanks.

I guess you're not as
completely terrible

- as I thought you were.
- Thank you.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Wow, that woman
is obsessed with me.

All right, we gotta
find Michael now.

- Michael!
- Michael!

Hey, when you said
you were gonna make signs,

- I thought you had a photo.
- A photo captures his looks.

A drawing captures his soul.

- Hey, guys, we're urp.
- I broke your shower.

Ruby, what are you doing here?

I told you I needed to use
your shower.

I didn't tell you I needed
to use your razor.

Might wanna put that
in the dishwasher.

Great, thanks.

You haven't seen
a half-Indian kid, have you?

No, but I did hear
someone crying in the gym.

I would've investigated,

but it's not my turn to kick
out the homeless people.

I'm gonna sleep in your bed.

- Michael.
- [soft gasp]

Michael, I just saw
your Insta story.

I know that you're in here.

What, did you sleep here
last night?

Oh, I tried to run away,

but I don't have any money,

and I'm not hot enough
to pay with my looks.

Thanks for that, by the way.

Okay, I get it,
you're mad at me.

But your audition's
in ten minutes; We gotta go.

No.

- What do you mean, "no"?
- Isn't this all you ever wanted?

- What's your problem?
- What's my problem?

My problem is my father
doesn't even want me.

What's an admissions committee
gonna think?

All right, look,
if you don't go,

that's the same as quitting,

and trust me,

once you start quitting,
it's hard to stop.

Hmm.

Wow, that was amazing.

That's Oscar-worthy.
You should submit yourself for.

Best Supporting Douchebag
in a Movie.

I didn't want to have
to do this, but...

What are you... what [gasps]

[grunts]
- [screaming] Help, help!

You know, I like that kid
from Hoboken.

You don't see a lot of
black kids playing the oboe.

- You know?
- Put me down, put me down!

- Come on.
- I know my rights!

Look, I got one more
contestant or whatever

for your audition stuff.

Auditions were
over 30 minutes ago.

And now we're eating our salads.

- Okay.
- Wait, hey, nope, nope.

Uh, sir, I'm sorry,
it's my fault that he's late.

Fifteen years late, actually.
You see, his mom and I...

- Nope!
- We did it...

No, no time for stories,
all right?

Don't care. Just play.

Thank you.

- Okay.
- I can't do this, okay?

I don't have my music; I don't
even know what I'm gonna play.

- Close your eyes.
- What?

- Just trust me.
- Close your eyes,

picture yourself,
and tell me what you see.

A diminutive 15-year-old
with no friends.

- [imitating buzzer]
- Wrong answer.

You are a talented
and amazing kid

who's worked his whole life
for this moment.

And that is why
you are gonna crush it.

Right?

All right, everybody, let's put
your hands together.

Straight from Cleveland,
the mistake by the lake,

but he ain't fake.

It's Miguel Blanchett Almodovar.

[thud]

Oh, my... are... are you okay?

- Just do it!
- Just go, go, he's good!

O-okay.

I'm gonna perform
my favorite song,

written
by another openly gay man

who also happens to be Indian.

♪ I've paid my dues

♪ Time after time

Freddie Mercury was gay?

♪ But committed no crime

♪ And bad mistakes

♪ I've made a few

♪ I've had my share of sand
kicked in my face ♪

♪ But I've come through

♪ We are the champions,
my friends ♪

♪ And we'll keep on fighting
till the end ♪

♪ We are the champions,
we are the champions ♪

♪ No time for losers

♪ 'cause we are the champions

♪

♪ Of the world

Whoo! Damn, boy!

[applause] Ha ha, all right!

Did you see that? Oh, my God!

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

[upbeat music]

♪

[phone ringing] Hang on.

- Hello.
- Vincent, it's Dean Pasqueasy.

Oh, hey.

Turns out there's a rich
family in Gramercy

who's very intrigued by Michael.

And they would like
to take him in.

Kind of a "Blind Side"
situation for you.

Should I give them
your information?

No, you may not.

Mike's living with me.

Um, it's Michael.

Although it should be
Laughingstock,

because I have wrinkles
in my cardigan on my first day

like I'm straight up Oliver.

I'll be in the car trying to
steam it on the heating vent.

♪ Take a look in the mirror ♪

Thank you, Uncle.

Yeah, Dean, actually, email
me that family's information,

- just in case.
- Okay.

Thank you.

♪ Lord, somebody

♪ Ooh, somebody - Uh, today?

♪ Can anybody find me
somebody to love? ♪

Love you guys.

Go to bed.