Sir.
Sir, wake up.
Sir, hello?
Sir, I need you to wake up.
Sir!
Wake the fuck up!
- Hey! - Oh!
Sir, how you doing this morning?
What's your name?
Sir, do you have a driver's license?
Identification?
Kulina.
Sir, we need to see a driver's license.
Yeah. You guys can fucking tone it down a bit, you know?
Gun! Gun! Get the fuck on the ground!
- Do not fucking move! - I have the right!
- I got a... - Do not fucking move!
I got a fucking permit for the gun!
- Alvey Kulina. - Shut up.
I fucking train you guys. Look in my wallet.
Do not speak unless I ask you to.
- I train you guys. - Shut up!
Lieutenant Steve Valdez will vouch for me... vouch for me.
Jesus. You're breaking my fucking arm.
Jesus Christ.
You're fucking breaking my arm, yo.
Any available units,
in the 400 block of Venice Boulevard,
please respond to shots fired outside the bar. White male...
It's okay! It's okay!
No. No problem. Thank you very much.
He's good. Get him up.
Thank you, sir.
You guys are fucking rough.
Sir, in the future, we can't have you sleeping on the beach, all right?
Aah!
Sorry about the gun.
You know, it's dangerous. It's all right.
Why don't you guys come down to the gym? I'll give you a...
give you some training for free, yeah?
Thank you. Yeah.
Congratulations.
Feel better.
Thank you, gentlemen.
Hey, have a good day, all right?
Have a good one, sir.
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Hey. Hey.
You want this?
All right.
Want this?
No? Okay.
There you go.
All right. Okay.
All right.
It is rough out there.
- Russell. - That's right.
Lindsay. Jay Kulina. So sorry I'm late.
I was way the hell out in Whittier.
Hope you guys weren't here too long.
Half an hour.
I really do apologize, but the market is...
It's white-hot right now, as I'm sure you know.
Getting drawn and quartered like a French heretic.
Not that I'm complaining.
And neither should you guys. Look at this, huh?
Jay, this isn't what we talked about.
Well, I think a lot of times in real estate,
it's about managing expectations.
Now, this is the first time this house has been shown.
This is the first showing.
So, if you like it, we should write up an offer today.
It's kind of a dump.
Well...
Or... it's the worst house
on the best street.
And that's real estate.
That's what the pros are really after.
You know, suckers... Only suckers buy turnkey.
And you're no sucker. Come on. Let's take a peek.
Oh, my apologies.
Um...
Whew. Uh, tenants were not supposed to be here.
And, uh, I'm definitely gonna straighten this out.
Why don't you take a look at the kitchen?
And remember, this is about good bones, right?
This is cosmetic, just a paint-and-vacuum sort of...
Oh!
Who the fuck are you?!
Good morning, uh... Andy?
Jay Kulina, Cornwell Properties. We spoke earlier this morning.
Get the fuck out of my house.
Not your house. You are a tenant.
And per your lease agreement, you are supposed to vacate
when we are showing the house.
I don't give a shit.
Furthermore, you are to leave the house in an orderly manner
on days that we are showing the property.
What are you gonna do about it, huh?
California, dickhead. Renters got rights.
You can't do shit.
Or am I, uh, wrong about that?
No.
You have rights.
Well, then, quit violating them and get the fuck out.
Get the fuck out. Get the fuck out of my house!
They go?
Fuck.
Aah.
It's a job like any other, man.
I'm just here to work a shift, punch in, whip his ass,
punch out, go home, have a beer, get a good night's sleep.
All in a day's work.
No malice, just, uh...
You know, Anderson's a good dude.
He's just gonna have a very, very bad night,
but it's, uh... it's not about hate.
That's not my nature.
People in my life will tell you
I'm... I'm... I'm the nicest guy in the world.
I believe in a... in a kind and merciful God,
and I believe that if you operate from a place of love,
good things will happen.
Yeah, it's been a great year... four in a row,
nothing past the second round.
Um, but it is...
it is my last fight with King Beast Promotions.
Contract's up.
I feel like I've been a good soldier. I've built the brand.
I'm getting paid like a fucking migrant
but that's fine.
Uh, well, I mean, every fighter wants to fight in the UFC.
Definitely love another shot at that. Um...
Jesus Christ. Bite the hand that feeds you.
He's frustrated, and so am I.
- What can I do? - Make him an offer.
- I'll make him a verbal offer. - Write it down.
So you can shop it.
Mm.
Has the UFC made an offer?
- We're talking. - But there's no offer.
And I know for a fact the UFC will not make an offer
unless he wins tonight, so you have no leverage.
Okay. Well, you can bid with everyone else after the fight,
including the UFC.
- Lisa. - Hmm?
You trust me?
- Sure. - Okay.
I've been approached by some people from Dubai.
I mean, I'm talking about oil money.
And they want to take King Beast,
and they want to turn it into a major promotion.
Good luck with that.
Of course. Of course you shit all over it.
Garo, the UFC will swallow it up.
Promotions come and go.
Garo, there's no one onstage.
Okay, give me a... Okay, listen to me.
These guys are real, okay?
And they love the sport, and they have money,
and they have a plan, and I want Ryan to be a part of it.
Just promise me... just don't do anything with the UFC
until you let me make my pitch.
When?
Monday. I promise.
- Monday? - Okay, I know. I know.
Don't go dark on me, all right?
Just come by later, and we'll talk.
Bring your food.
- I'll... I'll cook. - Really?
How you feeling, big guy?
Holy shit.
What the fuck happened last night?
You won Coach of the Year.
Yeah. How was my speech?
Uh, to quote you, you were
"Winston fucking Churchill up there."
I got to apologize to anybody?
No. You're good.
What time did you leave?
Around 1:00.
What's up?
What's up? I'm just checking in. Did Ryan do okay?
Yeah. They love him.
They love him? Fucking Garo's got to pay the man.
I know. I'm working on it.
Uh, he said that he was gonna come by and see you later.
No. No, no, no, no. Pass, whatever it is.
Uh, I got to find Nate. He's... He's up soon.
Hey, hey, hey!
What?
Was I a pig?
Not to me, you weren't. Bye.
Oh, fuck me.
No, the breakdown said,
"Trust-fund, sex-pot, Burning Man neophyte."
What? I don't know.
Early 20's, which I'm not, obviously.
M-Maybe we should just use the one where my hair is back.
Yeah.
I'll get new pictures.
Okay.
Well, let me know if you hear anything.
Okay. Bye.
Hey.
Aww. What's the matter, sweetheart?
- She cried the whole time. - Really? Oh.
- I checked her diaper. - I'm sorry. Thank you.
It's all good. How was the audition?
Really good. Yogurt. It was fun.
Did she eat anything?
I gave her a bottle, yeah. You all good?
- Yes. Go. - All right.
Thank you again.
Say, "Bye."
Bye, Maya. Bye.
Bowl of ice and a towel, please.
Juan, glove up. 30 minutes.
Yeah. Come in.
Congrats on your award.
Yeah. Thank you.
Um, can I get you some Pedialyte?
Fruit punch. Actually, anything but grape.
Shelby, how you feeling?
Great.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
It's kicking around a lot.
That's a good sign.
- Yeah, I think so. - Yeah.
Do you need anything else?
- No. - No. Okay.
Don't work too hard, all right?
I never do.
No. I mean it.
I mean, you know, you need some time off,
you just let me know, okay?
It's paid. All right?
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Russell, Jay Kulina calling, trying you again.
I think I have another property that you will love.
Uh, actually, scratch that.
I know you're gonna love it. Why? We've got new construction.
Well, look at this.
We have the en suite in the master
that your wife, um, Lindsay, wanted so much.
Anyway, give me a call, and I can show it today.
Um, and I just want to apologize about this morning.
I was mortified, frankly. I was appalled.
Um, so, give me a call at the office or on my cell.
- Dan, sir, how you doing? - Good.
I just got to say, right off the bat,
you look like a goddamn pit boss in that suit.
That's great. Yeah.
Okay, so, uh, what... what happened at Culver?
- Excuse me? - You... Sorry.
You were just apologizing on the phone.
- So, what happened at Culver? - Oh. Nothing.
The, uh... The tenants were there,
and, um, the place was a little messy.
Oh. Dude, you can't show a place with the tenants there. You...
I totally agree, and... and I wasn't...
Then why did you fucking show it?
- I had spoken to the tenants... - Mm-hmm.
...multiple times,
and they assured me that they weren't gonna be in the home.
- But they were. - Right.
Right. Jay, you never, never
walk into a property with a client
if you don't know what's on the other side of that door, right?
- Yes, sir. - Okay. What time was the showing?
- 9:00 a.m. - 9:00 a.m.
Uh, what time did you get there?
- About 9:00. - About...
Real... You... You really got there about... Dude, no.
If the showing's at 9:00,
- you get there at 8:30. - Right.
That way, you can enter the property
and make sure that everything looks good, it's nice and tidy,
there's no tenant fucking jerking off on the couch.
- That's common sense, okay? - Yes, sir.
Right? I mean, it's just... it's a little foresight, that's all.
I completely understand
- what you're saying. - Good.
And I'll be doing that moving forward.
Good. All right. We need to eliminate unforced errors.
Attention to detail.
I need you to dial it in, man, all right?
- Yes, sir. - Good. Awesome.
Uh, you know, he's a tough kid, heavy hands,
um, definitely, uh, dangerous.
Uh, but I'm up for the challenge.
"Pretty boy"? Really?
He said that? Okay.
I mean, am I pretty? I don't... I don't know.
I like to think of myself more as a...
as a handsome man, I think.
Um, but I'll take it as a compliment.
I think we should ask him again after the fight, though.
See what happens.
Uh, my dad's one of the best coaches in... in the game.
Um, and, you know, we got a lot of killers at the gym.
Um, and then, you know, as far as Jay goes,
I'd love to see him fight again.
I think... I think everybody would.
He's one of the most exciting fighters out there, I think.
I might be biased.
Um, but there are bigger things than fighting.
And, you know, right now he's doing what he's got to do,
and I support him either way.
Okay? Thank you.
Watch that jab.
Come on!
How'd your audition go?
Ugh. It was humiliating.
I was 10 years older than everyone.
Well, just...
You don't need that.
I mean, why would you do something that...
doesn't make you happy, you know?
Because we could use the money.
Oh, I think maybe you should let this caveman
venture out into the world
and hunt, provide for this family
like the good will of God intended.
All right, well, when Daddy sells houses,
then we can talk about that.
That's not a very nice thing to say.
Well, you got to toughen up.
- Oh, yeah? Okay. - Yeah.
You got a daughter watching you now, Kulina.
Mm-hmm.
All right! All right! Stop, you fuck. Stop!
Aah!
Fuck you, guy.
Fuck! Get these gloves off me.
You good?
I feel it. Get these off.
There he is... King Kulina!
Fresh as a spring lamb.
- I know. - Can I talk to you in private?
- Yeah. - 10 minutes.
Not now!
That's it. Let it out.
No more poison.
Feel better?
Kudos on the award last night.
Coach of the Year... not too shabby.
You seem down.
I'm not down.
Well, you're not up.
About what?
The fucking award, winning a trophy?
That's all bullshit. Doesn't mean anything.
Everything's all bullshit. Nothing means anything.
But it's still nice to win a trophy, huh?
Why? It feels empty?
You know want to know what's better than winning a trophy?
A blowjob.
A belt.
I'm offering you a fight.
What are you talking about?
I want to do a legends fight.
Legends? You want me to do a legends...
Two old guys fucking slapping each other around for three rounds?
That's a legends fight. No fucking thank you.
- No, thank you. - I don't think you're that old.
Well, I ain't young.
I got money.
You got fucking money like I got money.
Arabs.
Arabs?
Arabs.
How much?
Well, I would never tell you that,
but once everything is done, we're gonna do a big launch,
and the kids need to see who put this sport on the map.
I know you have another fight in you, Alvey.
I can smell it in your loins.
Get out of here. I got to take a shower.
You have to take a shower? Can I wash your hair, please?
Please.
- You're so gay. - I'm not gay. I'm just fluid.
- Get out. Get out. - All right.
But, for real, think about what I said
because I know you got another fight in you.
- I know you do. - Yeah. Arabs.
Alvey Kulina, one more time.
Bap-bap! Bap! Bap!
Ladies and gentlemen, he's back, the legend!
Whoo!
- How'd it go out there? - Very good.
Are you taking your food somewhere?
Yep. I'm meeting with Lisa tonight.
Business.
If your food is here, why doesn't she just come over?
Because...
we're talking business, Keith.
You got the place to yourself.
Enjoy the quiet.
I'm sick of the quiet.
Good God. Look at this.
Stop looking at that fucking website, man.
What these people are doing to me is a war crime.
They give out our exact address.
It just sucks 'cause people hate sex offenders,
and now they have my location.
It's like I'm a fish in a barrel.
Hey, I promise you, nobody looks at this shit, okay?
- Vigilantes do. - Keith, don't be fucking paranoid, man.
You're making yourself crazy.
Will you just relax?
Try to relax.
All right. I'm home early, okay?
Oh! Oh, my God.
He's supposed to register as a sex offender.
- Mm-hmm. - He didn't.
They put him on house arrest.
And I kept fucking reminding him. He's fucking lazy.
Okay, but it's not like rape. It's with fruit, right?
Doesn't matter. Sex... Sex offender, you got to register.
Poor Keith.
- Poor Keith? - Yeah.
Poor fucking fruit.
I got to start looking for my own place.
- No, Ryan, you can't. - Why?
He'll kill himself.
I don't want to live with a sex offender.
He's your friend.
Okay.
- That's not fair, okay? - Why?
Am I supposed to have this guy with me for the rest of my life?
- I can't do that, Lisa. - Mm.
And, you know, a-at some point, he's a fucking grown man.
You're right. You're right. You've done a lot for him.
You've lasted a fuck of a lot longer than I would have.
Anyway...
I should be able to afford something
nice...
with all this money that you're gonna get me.
I'm working on it.
Anything from UFC?
They want to wait until after tomorrow night.
What about Garo? Garo says he's got money.
Yeah. We'll see if that's real.
If I lose, it's gonna be a lot less money.
It's gonna be another shit contract.
And if you win, it will be a lot more,
and that I can shop with the UFC.
If I do lose, then there's gonna be no leverage.
Ryan, will you fucking bet on yourself?
If I had any doubt, I would close this deal tonight.
I promise you.
You're gonna win.
I hate this shit.
God. I know it.
Go home. Get some sleep.
- Seriously? - What?
You're acting like you suddenly have fucking manners?
There he is.
- Clean that shit. - There you go.
Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow.
Ahh.
Ah, you fuck.
Aah!
Morning. Breakfast is served.
Steel-cut, no sugar, bland as fuck.
Yeah. I refilled your water, too.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
I'm heading into the office.
Then I've got a client dinner...
unless you want me at the fight.
Yeah. Thought so.
Oh, um, I nearly forgot.
Here.
What's this?
It's a key. It unlocks doors.
Relax.
It's just easier for nights that you want to be here.
Okay.
Got it.
Text me when it's over, yeah?
Yeah.
Oh, Nate... knock the fucker out.
I'll try.
Right. Side to side.
That's good.
Good. Good.
Play with what we played with. Come on.
Good. Too much, too much, too much.
You're too tense. Relax. Relax. Relax.
- Just flick it. - Yeah.
So, if I'm getting out of the way of that right...
Sweet right.
Watch that. Watch that. Watch that.
Keep him moving. Keep him moving.
And now come out with your hands.
Block. Right? So... Ohh!
Good, good, good.
Nice.
Good.
- Feel good? - Yeah.
You nervous?
Hey, don't worry about the fucking contract, all right?
Don't chase the money. That's Lisa's fucking job.
You're a fucking savage. You're a fucking...
- Jesus Christ, Alvey. - What "Jesus Christ," man?
- Come on. - You fucking stink, man. Shit.
- What do you mean, I stink? - You fucking stink.
9:00 in the fucking morning. Oh, man. Your breath.
Fucking...
Good work.
Always moving, always moving.
Yep.
Is it hard for you to go to these?
- The fight? - Yeah.
- No. - Not hard to watch?
- No, ma'am. - You don't miss it?
I'd rather dip my dick in honey
and thrust it into an anthill.
Are you staring at me?
No, I'm not staring. I'm just looking.
It's understandable.
There's a lot of nice things to look at you probably like.
What do you think it is... and really take your time...
that you like most about me?
Hmm.
That you're too sensitive for this world.
I am gonna go say good evening to our girl.
She's asleep.
I'll be home early.
- No rush. - Okay.
Tell Nate good luck.
He was fine at the weigh-in.
Yeah, I bet. I bet.
He wouldn't... T-This is so unprofessional, man.
It's very, very unprofessional.
I promise you this... he'll never fight for me again... never.
Yeah. Fuck you, okay? Yeah. I got to make some calls.
Fuck you.
F-Fuck!
Motherfucker! Fuck me!
I am here with Jay Kulina.
Jay, first of all, congratulations on your baby girl.
Thanks so much, Kenny. I appreciate that.
So, I-I got to ask you... is Jay Kulina changing diapers now?
Because I find that kind of hard to imagine.
I do it all. I'm a full-service dad.
I got bottles and diapers.
I'm singing and slinging lullabies in multiple octaves.
- You want to sing one right now? - No, sir, I do not.
All right. Switching gears, you haven't fought in over a year,
your last fight being a loss against Ryan Wheeler.
You guys are 1-1.
Uh, I know the fans would love to see a third fight.
Well, Ryan's having a phenomenal year,
as I think this whole audience can tell you.
And I'm excited to be here supporting him
and my brother, Nate Kulina, out of Navy St. Gym.
But don't you feel like there's unfinished business here?
I'm... I don't know.
You know, I think life...
life... uh, life gets bigger, life moves on.
W-Why not a rematch? What's the hold-up?
There's no hold-up. I honestly just...
So, nobody's talking? There's no plans whatsoever for a rubber match?
I'm focused on being a father right now,
um, to be honest, and, uh, I'm...
I'm loving every minute of it.
All right. R-Rightfully so.
But setting a Wheeler fight aside,
are we ever gonna see Jay Kulina in the cage again?
I don't know. I, um...
I'm excited about what I'm doing right now
and being a father, um,
and I don't see that situation changing at anytime soon.
Jay, thank you. I appreciate your time.
Always great to see you.
And, uh, there you have it, folks...
a domesticated Jay Kulina
playing it very close to the vest.
Hey.
I'm not talking to you until after the fight.
It's about Nate. We got a problem.
Dixon pulled out of the fight.
- Garo, what the fuck? - I know.
No, Garo, what the fuck? It's two hours before the fight.
What's two hours?
- Go ahead, Garo. - What's two hours?
Tell Alvey and Nate.
Dixon pulled out of the fight.
- What? - What happened?
His manager said that he's sick.
That's bullshit. What happened?
Look, I've... I'm... I've got a lot of calls out.
We're gonna find a good replacement for you.
- Listen to me, Nate... - I want to fight.
No. No. You're not fighting. You're not taking a fight
on two hours... I don't care. I want to fight.
- I want to fucking fight. - You're not fucking doing it.
You're not fighting. You're not fighting.
Just get your shit together and let us deal with this.
You suck at your job.
And you're fucking paying him his purse.
I'm gonna pay him the show money...
- Oh, no, you're fucking paying him! - No, no, you're fucking paying him!
You're full of shit! All right. Come on. Warm him up.
Shit happens. Shit happens. Don't be disappointed.
Look, you cannot take a fight with two hours' notice.
This fucker's done it twice.
I know. What are you... What are you gonna do, right?
You're gonna get paid.
We're gonna find you a fight. I promise.
Go get something to eat.
Lord, please clear my head of all distractions
and my heart of all burdens I may bear
so I may perform my very best, knowing you'll always be there.
With great courage, Lord,
I will meet this challenge, as you would have me to.
Keep me humble, Lord,
and remind me that my strength comes from knowing you.
Jesus. Come on. Finish. Finish. Wrap it up. Come on.
And... And when... when all eyes are upon me,
then I will turn their eyes to you for the glory of your name.
- Jesus Christ. Amen. - Amen. Amen. Amen.
- Let's go. Let's go. - Wake me up! Wake me up!
- Wake me up! Come on! - Your fight, motherfucker!
- Wake me up! Wake me up! Aah! - Your fucking fight!
Get your money, motherfucker. Get your money.
- Aah! - Your money! Your money!
- Savage! - ...Ryan Wheeler!
Come on, Wheeler!
All right, gentlemen. We've been over the rules already.
Protect yourself at all times. Obey my commands at all times.
Touch gloves now if you want. Very well.
At the sound of the bell, come on out and handle your business.
Let's go.
Go! Go!
Stay on him! Stay on him! Stay on him!
Anderson, get over here.
Neutral corner. Over here.
Stay right there, right there. Neutral corner!
All right. You're all right, man! Get up! Walk it off!
- Shake it off! - Hey, pick him up, will you?
- Pick it up. - Walk it off.
- Stand up! Let's go! - Over here.
Here. You got time, okay? You got up to five minutes.
- No, I'm... I'm good. - You sure?
- I'm ready to fuck him up. - Sounds good to me.
All right.
That's it, Ryan! Go to work!
You ready? Fight!
Come on, Wheeler!
- Come on, Ryan! Let's go! - Hands up!
Keep moving! Circle left!
Come on, Wheeler! Get him! Come on! Come on, Wheeler!
Aah!
Bullshit!
- Yeah! - You all right?
Ryan! Jesus. Fucking handle this!
That's a fucking point!
Come on. Come here. The doc's gonna come in.
He's gonna talk to you, okay? Gonna ask you some questions.
Hey. How you doing, brother? Look straight at me.
You should take a point, Mike!
- Catch me. - I'm good.
- I just... I want to fight. - You want to fight?
- Yeah. - All right. Let me see you stand up.
Right here.
Let me see your eyes. Let me see your eyes.
- You good? - 2 points!
Intentionally kneeing the head of a grounded opponent!
2 points! Intentionally kneeing the head of a grounded opponent!
Take your time! Take your time!
All right, you ready to go?
Yes? Okay. Ready? Fight!
Circle left! Watch his left hand!
Find your way! Find your way!
10 seconds, Wheeler! Hands up!
Hands up!
Ice.
No more fucking banging with this guy, right?
No more banging. That's all he's gonna do,
is fucking cheat and cheap shot you.
I want you to take him down,
and I want you to fucking finish this, all right?
He's hanging his fucking hand out there.
Shoot him. Take his fucking leg. It's hanging over his leg.
Shoot on him, take him down, and fucking finish him.
Let's get out of here. Come on.
All right, gentlemen, second round!
You ready to fight? You ready to fight?
Come on! Let's go!
Circle left! That's it!
***
It's the official time. 36 seconds of round number 2.
The winner ***
and still King Beast lightweight ***
*** Ryan Wheeler!
This is your fight, man. What was going on in that first round?
First of all, all praise to Jesus.
Without him, none of this is possible.
Amen.
Um, yeah, man, crazy, right?
I-I guess, uh... I guess when a man fears for his life,
you know, he'll do just about anything to survive.
Uh, it was a stunning, violent finish.
What was the difference in the second round?
Well, uh, once he finished kicking me in the balls
and, uh, kneeing me while I was down,
I guess he ran out of stuff to do.
And then I just threw him on the ground
and gave him a gentleman's beating.
It's your last fight on your contract.
What's next?
Million-dollar question. Where's... Where's Garo?
Like I said, he's the guy that...
- Oh, shit. He's right there. - We'll take care of him.
Yeah, well, you know, Lisa and I... we're gonna look at our options.
I'm gonna... I'm gonna get with her
and... and see what's out there.
Like any professional fighter, I want to be paid market value,
so we're gonna be testing the limits of that.
But listen. No... No... No disrespect.
I-I've enjoyed my time here. Thank you guys so much.
It's been a privilege and an honor to fight in front of you.
Thank you, Alvey, Lisa, Joe, Navy St., everybody.
And, uh, thank you guys for watching.
Thank you.
As if they couldn't have found you
another fight at the last minute.
Have they at least promised you another fight soon?
No.
- You getting paid? - I don't know.
What does your contract say?
There must be some language in there that...
I don't care about the fucking money.
Lisa will figure it out. It's fine.
I'm on your side, Nate.
I'm not trying to get in your business.
Beer?
Actually, I'm gonna go.
Okay.
I'm sorry.
We're fine, okay?
I trained three months for a fight.
I don't want to have one with you.
Understood.
Thank you.
- I'll call you tomorrow. - Yep.
What are you up to now?
Smoke this and go home.
That's a plan.
We should talk about Nate tomorrow.
Garo's gonna pay him.
Well
That's the least he could fucking do.
He offered me a fight.
All this money that he's getting,
he wants to do a legends fight.
It's fucking dumb, huh?
Are you gonna do it?
I'm thinking about it.
What are you thinking?
I think it's up to you.
- You don't have an opinion? - Mnh.
No. I'm not a fighter.
My brain's not fucked up that way.
If I do it, if I train,
we got to hire somebody else to pick up the slack.
I'll train Nate and Ryan, but we can afford that?
I'll get into it tomorrow, but do you really want to fight?
Yeah, I think so, one more time.
Be good.
I want you to handle it with Garo, yeah?
I'm on it.
All right.
Don't smoke that whole thing.
Thanks, Dad.
- I'll see you tomorrow. - Good night.
Sorry.
Hey.
Nate came home early.
His fight fell apart.
Shit. That sucks.
Hey. Can I hold her?
We can't fall asleep with her.
I won't.
I think we should baptize her.
Why?
Just in case.
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