Mr. Wheeler. Detective Fromm.
- Hey. - Oh, shit, man.
They didn't let you clean up?
- No. - Those fucking morons.
Hey!
Hey, can we get some wet paper towels down here, please?
Thank you.
Hey, we have someone in common.
Alvey Kulina?
Yeah, he trained a couple of us.
He wore my ass out.
You tell him I said hello, huh?
I will.
Jesus, you had a fucking night, huh?
Okay, in your own words,
why don't you just tell me what happened?
I was, uh...
I went out. I was...
Having a couple of drinks.
Who were you with?
Myself.
What time did you get home?
1:00, uh, 1:00 somethin'.
Then what?
Um...
I went inside...
And...
I saw the door was busted, and...
They were still in there.
And it... it was on.
Yeah.
Thank you.
You want a cup of coffee?
- No. - All right.
Bye.
So these guys...
Uh, you say you've seen these guys before.
Yeah. Earlier in the day.
They came to the house, um, askin' for, um...
A donation.
Yeah, they were definitely casing your place.
What was... what was his name?
Who?
The, uh...
The guy that I, uh, that I...
the...
That I fucked up?
Uh, Leonard...
Leonard something like... like, Shaff or Shaffer.
- Yeah. Yeah. - It's Leonard Shaffer.
Mm. Mm-hmm.
Did I kill him?
No.
No, but he's critical.
Ryan, hang in there.
You gotta clear something up for me.
Why'd you chase him down?
Were you in fear for your life?
- Me? - Yeah.
Did you believe they were going to get a weapon?
Listen, man.
I'm not trying to jam you up.
You beat a man outside your home.
You pursued him.
That complicates things a little bit.
I need to know...
... that you were in fear for your life.
Somethin', Ryan.
You gotta give me somethin',
or you're not going home tonight.
I was in fear for my life.
Why?
'Cause I believed that they were gonna get a weapon,
and I couldn't let them do that.
Okay.
I'd have done the same thing.
Okay, you stay put.
I'm gonna get you a ride
home, all right?
Here, put that in there.
- There's more towels right there. - Thanks.
- You use 'em. - Thanks.
I'll be right back.
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Ohh.
- Mornin'. - ***
Uh, I made the oatmeal.
Yep. I see that.
It's, uh, it's all over the floor.
What is this? What, four nights in a row?
Sorry, Mom.
What time did you get in?
What time is it right now?
It's about 7:30.
Recently.
Where'd you go?
Jesus Christ.
Where didn't I go?
You know what's sad?
You... you're not eating oatmeal anymore?
No, what's sad is, um...
... you're 30 years old, you know.
Fight day!
Morning.
It's payday.
- What? They didn't tip me? - They weren't happy.
That's bullshit. I did girl-on-girl and two guys.
They said you had a bad attitude,
like you didn't wanna be there.
Oh, my God. I literally did everything they wanted.
Ah. That's the problem, Kayla.
You gotta make it feel like you want it.
You gotta sell it. That's your job.
I can barely fucking walk, okay?
Sweetie, maybe this isn't for you.
- What's not for me? - This business.
You're working half as much as the other girls.
Maybe it's not what you thought it would be.
Whatever. This place is just a stepping-stone.
To what?
To making money and getting famous.
That's not a goal.
I'm not trying to have your life.
What exactly would you know about my life?
I know that you're broke and you're still selling pussy.
And I think it's sad and I feel bad for you.
How many cam shows are you doing today?
Two.
Do five.
You're here to make money, not sit around.
You ready?
I'm not feeling it today, man.
- You're not feeling it today? - Yeah.
You haven't done shit in a week, man. You gotta work.
- Maybe... maybe this afternoon. - Can't do it. Can't do it, man.
I got press, and then I gotta get Nate ready for tonight.
Well, then, tomorrow.
Why tomorrow? Let's do it now.
We're both here. Come on. What's the problem?
It's been five fucking days, man. You gotta let this go.
He's still in the fucking ICU.
- How do you know? - I called the detective.
You gotta stop doing that, bro.
The guy broke into your house. You did what you had to do.
I'd have shot the motherfucker. I dream about that shit.
They charge you with anything?
- No. - No. You know why?
'Cause you didn't do anything wrong.
You're lucky you didn't break your hand on that cunt.
Come on, let's just get dressed. You get dressed.
We'll roll around. You can punch me in the face.
You'll feel better, I promise.
We'll go tomorrow, swear to God.
I just need one more day.
Okay. Tomorrow.
You're gonna come to, uh, you're gonna come to Nate's fight, right?
Yeah, I'll be there.
All right, we're gonna go hard tomorrow,
so don't drink too much, okay?
You either.
Fuck you.
Unfortunately, that was our last oatmeal.
But I am gonna go to the supermarket,
and you will be fattened with oatmeal
within the hour.
It's all good, man. I'll just, uh,
I'll get some food at the gym.
Why are you going so early?
Dad wants me there for some press thing.
What is it?
Just some... some interviews
and shooting some stuff around the gym.
Mm-hmm. But what's the angle?
Is it like a...
Like a family thing?
Definitely is.
Family is the low-hanging,
ass in the seats fruit of fight promotion.
Ahem.
This is how I would pitch it,
if asked.
"The Kulinas: Portrait of a Combat Family."
I'd start out with
a-a black-and-white photo of a young Alvey,
center cage.
Got his chest hair matted and bloody,
his championship belt proudly hanging across his waist.
His young boy and infant son held aloft.
Face turned towards the heavens.
We cut a few years.
Those same young brothers
now young men...
... learning the Warrior's Way
at the knee of their battle-scarred father.
Then...
Dissolve to, like, right now, present day.
The aged lion in winter
gnashes his teeth one last time
as his loyal sons follow behind him,
carrying robe and belt.
Yeah. Something like that.
See ya.
But wait. Hold on.
There's a gaping plot hole.
Where is that second son?
He's on a 4-day coke bender,
and he's too fucked up to make a bowl of oatmeal.
Well, I think you're takin' that out of context. Don't you, Nate?
I think the context makes it worse.
Get some sleep. See you later.
I need to cancel an appointment I had for, uh, tomorrow.
Dr. Amato.
Kulina.
Kulina?
Yeah.
And did she have me down for an MRI as well?
Yeah, I need to cancel that, too.
No, I'm gonna be away for about a month.
I-I'll, uh, once I settle back in,
I'll... I'll give you guys a call.
Thanks. Hey.
We're ready for you.
How long is this gonna take?
A couple of hours.
They need some singles, some of you and Nate,
and then some shots of you training.
This is gonna take all day.
Well, we're waiting on you, diva.
- You speak to Ryan? - No, I can't get ahold of him.
He bailed on me again. I mean,
he's all fucked up over what happened.
Shit. I know where this is going.
Well, can you talk to him?
Yeah. I will go over there and talk to him this afternoon.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait. - Come here.
I need you to help me with something. Shut the door.
- What is that? - Toradol.
Is it still that bad?
It's worse.
Just don't want to seem like a fucking gimp
in front of all these photographers.
Mm.
Control yourself.
Hold still. Careful now.
You might feel a little prick.
Ah. That's what she said.
It's a terrible joke, my friend.
There you go, tough guy.
- You comin' out? - Yeah, be right there.
- Thanks. - Mm-hmm.
I miss this.
Me, too, buddy.
Just two fucking Velociraptors
pulling a midday shift.
Unbridled.
I worked this morning.
Of course you did.
Saving lives.
Nurse Mackles R. Sullivan.
Profile in Courage.
I had a guy take an intentional shit in his bed.
- That's very aggressive. - It was premeditated.
Guy told me yesterday, "I'm gonna shit in this bed,
and you're gonna fucking clean it up."
And the asshole followed through.
You should Angel of Death that motherfucker.
- Yeah, I thought about it. - You ever put anyone to sleep?
No.
No, I never murdered anybody at work.
You're a very docile man, Mac. I like that about you.
- Cheers. - Mm.
To the day.
To us.
Ahh.
You know what we need?
Money.
Women.
We need women, Mac. Women with loose morals.
I'm thinking of one in particular.
Mac...
- Let's call Ashlee. - No.
- What do you say? - Don't call Ashlee.
Come on, why? She's friends with Shelby?
- Yeah. - Give me a fucking break.
Shelby doesn't want to be with you, Mac.
I'm not gonna... I'm having a baby with her.
I can't go hanging around with broads she knows.
Shelby hasn't made any responses to your overtures.
- Come on. - No, sir.
What is she waiting for? The second fucking kid?
- I'm growing on her. - Mac, she wants no part of you.
I don't mean to be cruel, but them's the facts, sir.
Despite the fact that your size, I think,
- would make you a great fucking father. - Thank you.
Damn it!
Fuck, Jay!
Do not fucking suck today.
What the fuck you doing?
Yeah, all right. That's compelling. I'm in.
Goddamn right it's compelling.
Mac, this is gonna be such a fuckin' good day, sir,
that you're gonna have a hard time
not getting fucking laid.
Fetch your bag.
I'm calling the motherfucking women.
Don't call Ashlee.
- Ashlee. - Jay, fuck!
- Yeah. - Yo, brother. You all right?
Mm.
Hey, man.
I'm scared of myself.
I beat the fucking life out of him.
Didn't have to.
They were fucking running, man. They didn't get anything.
And I just... Dude, I couldn't fucking stop myself.
Fuck.
Fucking scary shit, huh?
Yeah.
I got that rage, too.
I knew.
I mean, I would... I would lose it, brother.
I mean, I would fucking go off.
And all that... that rage and adrenaline...
... just go away like that,
then I'd fall to the fucking floor.
You know that feeling?
Yeah.
Mm.
You know what that means?
Means you got a conscience.
Means you're not an animal.
You're just a man, brother,
that's seen more fucked up shit than most people.
Yeah.
You were dealt that shit.
It ain't on you, brother.
It ain't on you.
But you can't isolate yourself. Don't do that.
You call me. You call Alvey. You call Lisa.
Anybody, right?
Just don't let it get in your fucking head.
You'll lose yourself, you start thinking fucking crazy shit.
"Am I a fighter because my life is this way?"
"Is my life this way because I'm a fucking fighter?"
Or is life just shit and you're a fighter?
That's the club we in, brother.
The club we in.
The dues are a motherfucker,
but they gotta be paid.
What'd Alvey say?
He said I'm lucky I didn't break my hand.
- Really? - Yeah.
I mean, you can't... you can't fault him for that.
Looking out for your career, right?
- Yeah. - His... his, too.
His, too.
You're a business, man, you know?
Motherfucker.
Who is that?
Dickhead reporter. He keeps calling me.
I gotta piss. You want another one?
Brother, I'm doing what you're doing.
I've been doing this since I could walk.
Nice.
My father fought. My grandfather.
You wanna be a Kulina, you gotta learn how to handle yourself.
It's in the DNA.
When I was 17, my father put me to work.
Yeah. He used to run this... this, uh, this bar.
Cozy's. Dive.
Real shit part of town, you know?
A lot of drunks.
The, uh, the regulars, you know,
they'd run up a tab and sometimes they couldn't pay.
You know, hard... hard times, whatever.
So he... he started giving 'em a choice...
You either pay your bill
or you go and fight my son Alvey.
Yeah. You win, we're good. We're settled, right?
You lose, I want your watch or your gold chain
or I want the title to your piece of shit car.
Whatever... whatever it was. Anything... anything of value.
Every Sunday, bar none,
he would drive me down to that bar parking lot,
and there'd be two or three guys waiting for me.
Didn't matter how cold it was.
Dead of winter, there'd be a couple guys there.
And I fought 'em, one at a time.
I fought 'em. Grown men.
I was a kid.
Yeah.
But I'll tell you something.
I won more of those fights than I lost. Made me a man.
I was too afraid to tell my mother,
but it made me a man.
All right?
Oh.
Why are you here?
I'm talking to Ryan. What's up?
Where is he?
Hey.
- Hi. - I'll catch you later.
- You're going? - Yeah.
- You're out? - Yeah.
- Take one for the road? - No, I'm okay.
All right.
- You all right? - Yeah.
Hey, remember what I said.
Yeah. Okay?
You want a drink?
Uh, what time is it?
Middle of the day.
Then I'll have vodka.
I'm out of ice cubes.
Then I'll have vodka.
The Japanese loved him.
Uh, you know, he... he was over there all the time when I was a kid.
I was too young to go, but... but Jay went a couple times.
I don't know. I don't really think of him as a legend.
I mean, I-I knew he was a-a big deal.
He was important, but, um...
not... not legend, necessarily.
In the gym, he... he was very important,
and we could feel that.
No, there was never pressure. No.
I mean, it's the family business.
You know, my... My father always encouraged my brother and me
to be ourselves,
both as... as fighters and... and men.
Hey, Melody. It's Jay Kulina.
I need you to drop everything you're doing
and come to my house, posthaste.
Only an intimate, little... pool party.
Stimulants and booze provided.
Hello. How you doin', Erin?
Nope.
Single as a drifter and I am in need of your company.
Nope. Not married.
Well, the theme is scantily clad
with Mexican undertones.
And I want you and Shana and Amanda...
No.
Fuck me. I did not know that.
Can you send my thoughts and prayers to her family, please?
Yeah, she... We had a kid.
But they...
... no longer live here.
Maya.
Mm-hmm.
Oh, no, she's with her mom and her family.
Wisconsin, yeah.
My father always told me, you know,
"If it's important to you, you'll find a way.
If not, you'll find an excuse."
Yeah, I went through a pretty bad slump.
You know, I was... I was hanging my head,
feeling sorry for myself.
Right hook. Nice.
He questioned my desire to be a fighter.
Right. Step out. Jab the right.
Pissed him off.
Block. Good. Block.
But you have to be able to answer that question.
You know, you can't lie to yourself.
You... you gotta be willing to bleed for it.
My father never smiled.
The day I left home, we shook hands.
You know, I mean, did he love me? Yeah, you know.
I didn't always know it.
You know, when you're fighting, it takes you all over the world.
You know, and you're not... You're not home
as much as you wanna be. But when I was home,
we were always... we were always together.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Yeah, him and his brother would come to the gym with me every day.
You know, they were my shadows.
That's probably why we're... We're still so close.
- Who's better than Navy Street? - No one.
- No one. Who's better than Navy Street? - No one!
- Who's better than Navy Street?! - No...
That it?
- Yeah. - Let's break it down.
All right, uh, just, uh, we'll get you shaken out,
and, uh, the rest of the day is yours. Did you, uh...
Uh, did you tell your brother about this?
Yeah. Yeah, I did.
I should've ask him to come, huh?
- He wouldn't have come. - No?
No.
I've gotten a lot of interview requests, all positive.
And sponsors have been reaching out.
Tell them thank you, but I'm not interested.
It might be good to talk, you know?
- Mm. Get your story out there? - Why would I do that?
Because it's a great story.
And if it's picked up nationally,
then it would be amazing for your brand.
I don't care about that.
Hey.
Don't feel bad about this.
It was a home invasion with some piece of shit criminal
who would've probably killed you if he had the chance.
Hey, listen, listen. No interview, Lisa, okay?
I did this shit with my father, and I'm not doing it again.
Done.
Okay.
I'm not trying to be fucking difficult.
No. I know.
It's fine.
Okay.
Why was Dom here?
Just hanging out. Why?
You know I suspended him, right?
Yeah, for the protein powder thing. But he knows he fucked up.
Well, it's just kind of dicey between him and Alvey,
and you're Alvey's fighter.
He came over as a friend, and I appreciated that.
Alvey's got friends. I've got friends.
- It's not an issue. - Okay.
- I'm gonna see you tonight, right? - Yes.
Hey.
Yeah.
Who's comin'?
Nobody is fucking coming, Mac.
What do you mean?
I mean...
I'm a double sword, man.
I'm a...
... double-edge, you know?
Man creates a new life...
Only to be exiled from his old life.
You know, I have no idea what the fuck you're talking about.
- Here. - Fucking life, Mac.
Come here. Take it. Before Amy?
Yeah, it's fucking deeper than that, because I'm like...
I'm... I'm like... I'm locked up in a fucking penile colony.
I'm locked up like a... Like a fucking leper here.
I'm getting sick of this.
Oh, fuck!
Not... not... No, no, no, no. Not you.
Not... not... not this.
But I love you.
You know, again, just, uh...
I don't know. I don't want to be the old guy at the club.
Mm. Ahh.
You don't get it.
Regulations abound, Mac.
Restrictions. You understand?
That's the only way I can put it.
It's not an open road, man.
You're not sitting at the teppanyaki grill,
getting fucking shrimp tossed into your mouth.
There's no steaming volcano of onion.
Your appetite is not addressed.
You're starving.
Okay?
Your thirst not quenched.
It's a dry fucking desert, Mac.
Jay, I...
I-I just, uh...
I just don't know if I wanna be doing this in, like, 10 years.
9 or 10 years, that's all.
Jesus!
Goddamnit, Jay. Get... get out of here.
Not... no, no, no! Don't!
Goddamnit!
Fuck!
Why can't we just... Fucking hate doing things.
You fucking... You need this, Mac.
God! No, I don't.
Yes.
No, look, the kid's staying at Shelby's.
Shelby sees you got this bassinet. Ow.
That's a fucking gesture, Mac.
That's a fucking man
standing up on his own two fucking feet for his woman.
You understand?
Yeah. All right, all right. Okay.
This...
This. Oh, Mac.
Top of the fucking line.
Very European.
We got dual suspension,
a ton of anti-suffocation technology.
This is premium, Mac. Take a look.
Put your hands on it, Mac. Feel it.
There you go.
What do you think? Huh?
Will the color work for a boy?
Goddamn right it will.
- No, no, no. You... you keep it. - Mac...
- What if she comes back? - I need you to fucking take it!
- It's a goddamn fucking... - All right, all right.
... empty casket for me right here now.
Let's... let's get it the fuck out of here.
You're gonna love this.
You're gonna not regret having taken it, Mac. I'm telling you.
What?
Hey.
I'm about to do a show, so you can stop freaking out at me.
Okay.
I just wanna let you know I'm leaving for the fight.
Such a fucking waste of time.
You need to change your attitude.
Guys can tell if you're not having fun.
Yeah, well, like it matters. They barely tip me.
- Talk to them. - I do.
Listen to them.
You need to reach through the screen
and make them want to give you everything.
I'm trying, okay? I fucking suck at this.
Well, first of all,
don't start in your underwear.
It should cost, like, 50 bucks to get to that.
You need to tease 'em a little.
Ha! Look! You got this whole schoolgirl thing goin'.
Put that on.
You gotta make 'em pay to see you.
- Here you go. - Thanks.
Here you go.
Mm-hmm.
You have to make them know you're worth it.
How does that feel?
It's cute.
It's adorable.
You're gonna get the hang of it. Just...
just do one show tonight and then watch a movie.
I'll be home around 11:00.
- Okay. - Thanks.
Maybe we should do, like, a scene together.
Yeah, like, I'll be your stepdaughter,
and you'll catch me, like, sucking off my boyfriend,
and then you can teach me to do it right.
- Never gonna happen. - I think it'd be fun.
- Make some money. - Bye.
- You look pretty! - Thank you!
Hey, um, Amy, it's me.
Uh... Yeah, I know it's loud
'cause I'm at my brother's fight right now.
He was just askin' about you.
Uh, everyone is.
I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.
I-I, uh, I know I love you.
I know that. I know that.
And believe me, I know that this is entirely my fault.
And I-I know I don't even deserve a phone call back from you.
But...
I mean, is this easy?
How did you make this decision?
I'm not...
I'm not angry.
I'm not angry. I'm just... I'm... I...
We were really good for a while.
I was really happy.
Can you just tell... Tell Maya that I love her, please?
Ryan!
Get out of here. Get out of my fucking face.
Dude, get out the way.
No, I'm not talking about that shit.
Okay, let's go back up here. Dom.
Can we fucking move somewhere?
Yeah, yeah, in the back. Come on, come on.
I need a pass. I don't have a pass.
- Uh... Dude. - Fuck it. Here, take this.
- Thank you, Mac. - I'll be drinking.
- Thanks, Mac. - Owe you, brother.
Okay, right here to the left. Come on.
- Come on. - Ooh!
- Hey. - Hi.
- How did you get a lanyard? - Ryan.
Why are you fucking with me?
- It ain't always about you, you know? - Warm it up.
- Hey, Alvey. - Yeah?
I was wondering if I could, uh, get a word with you.
- Now? - No, no, whenever you get a chance.
Just to talk about some shit that's going on, you know?
- Whatever, so... - All right, listen up!
Anybody who doesn't have to be here,
and you know who you are, get the fuck out. We gotta warm up.
- Let's go. - Party's over.
Have a drink with me after the fight, all right? It'll be short.
- Kayla. - Hi!
- What are you doing here? - Well, I wanted to see the fight.
I-I tried to call you, like, three times.
It's so fucking crazy.
Is this where Nate's fighting?
It's gonna be big.
Come on.
What? Stop. What are you doing?
- Can you let go? - No. You need to go home.
No! Why can't I stay?
Because I did not invite you.
Well, I'm pretty sure you didn't invite a lot of these people.
- I'm getting you an Uber. - No, no, no, I-I wanna stay.
Please, I wanna see the fight.
My sons are here.
I won't... I won't even talk to you.
I won't... I won't sit near you. I promise.
Please, can you...
can you please just let me stay?
I just... I don't wanna be at the house without you.
You really can't talk to me.
I won't.
Just stay out here for a few minutes before you come in.
Thank you.
Nice.
Work for the underhook.
There you go. Knee.
- Beautiful. - Nate, you're up.
Your fight, man. Your fucking fight, right?
I want you to drag this cocksucker to the deep end
and drown this motherfucker, okay? Good? Let's do it.
Let's do it. Game time. We need to focus.
Work is done.
Game time.
- It's all you, Nate. - Oh, boy.
- Whoo! - Here we go.
- Nice and loose, Nate. - Nice and relaxed.
- Whoo! - Love it.
- Let's go. Nice and relaxed. - Faggot.
Oh!
- Go! - Get out of here!
- Are you okay? - I'm fine. I'm fine.
- You still good to fight? - I'm fine.
... making his way to the cage...
Let's go. Let's fucking go.
- Commission, please, let's go. - We gotta fight.
- Okay, Nate, it's your warm-up. - Let's go!
- What was that? - Nothing.
What'd he say? What'd he say?
Nothing! Let's go! We gotta fight, Nate!
... Nate Kulina!
Go, Nate!
Yeah!
Ladies and gentlemen,
this is the main event of the evening,
sanctioned by the California State Athletic Commission.
And now, ladies and gentlemen,
from the Events Center in Los Angeles, California,
where battles are fought and champions are made.
Ladies and gentlemen,
let the battle begin!
Relax! Relax, breathe! Come on!
Relax your shoulder!
Don't stand in front of him!
Oh!
Come on, Nate! Focus!
Side to side! Relax!
- There you go! Nice kick! - Come on, Nate!
- There you go! - Nice. Nice.
Drop his ass!
- Relax! - Get him! Get on him!
Roll the fuck out, Nate! Roll out!
Roll out! Roll out! Roll out! Roll out! Yes!
Follow him!
No! Come on, you got it, you got it,
- you got it! - Come on, sink it in! Sink it in!
Up! Up!
Up! Come up! Up! Up!
Oh, shit!
Cover him! Get up!
Stand up, Nate!
- All right, here we go. - There you go!
Get down! Get down!
- Almost there! Come on! - You got this! Come on!
Come on!
Hold up. Hold up. Hold up.
What the fuck are you doing in there, man?
What are you doing? You're all over the fucking place. Relax.
You wanna fucking box him? You wanna fucking box him?
Angle, angle. Move your fucking head, okay?
This is fucking your fight. Don't fuck this up.
Ready? Fight!
Again! Again!
Come on! Go after him!
Come on, Nate! Duck and roll!
Come on, Nate!
Let your hands go!
Nice!
- Yeah! - Ohh!
That's how we fucking finish! That's how we finish!
Referee Frank Trigg has called an end to this contest
at 2 minutes and 16 seconds
of the second round.
Declared your winner, by way of knockout,
Nate Kulina!
I'm here with our winner, Nate Kulina.
Nate, wow! What a knockout!
What were you thinking? Where did that come from?
- What did you see? - I-I saw opportunity, you know,
when we exchanged, uh, the kicks.
And... and he caught mine. I thought I was in trouble,
and I was able to get that elbow out there and... and finish him.
Well, you came out pretty wild in the first round.
What did your father say to you in the corner?
Uh, he, um, told me to calm the fuck down...
- Yeah... - Which I needed to do.
Uh, you know, Nauta's a great fighter. Respect to him and his team,
uh, but... but we got it done today.
All right, well, you did.
And I am happy to present you
with Knockout of the Night.
- Yes! How much?! How much?! - Well deserved.
It's a $5,000 cash bonus.
So congratulations to you.
Ladies and gentlemen, your winner...
Nate Kulina!
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Come here.
I don't know what the hell he was doing out there.
He was out of control.
5 grand doesn't suck.
No, it doesn't.
To your brother.
How you holdin' up?
Have you heard from her?
Yeah. She, um, she got there safe and sound.
That's... that's all I know.
You know, you got rights. You know, this is your kid, too.
If this is what you wanna talk about, we should just settle up.
No, I'm just saying, man, I've been there. Okay?
I wasn't ready when I had you. I did some stupid shit.
Mm.
Anyway... Look, I wanted to apologize
for not having you at the interview, okay?
It was wrong.
You just... you make nervous, man.
I don't know what you're gonna say.
How'd it go?
How'd it go? I don't know. Just, uh, it was fine.
You know, did what it's supposed to do.
You got some slo-mo shots of you and Nate hugging?
Laughing at some hi-larious situation from our childhood?
- In fact, we do. - Yeah, people love family.
Mm-hmm. They do. They do.
I mean, my father was a fucking monster.
I made it sound like he was my hero.
Like he made me a man, which he did not.
Anyway, I apologize.
I didn't want to hurt your feelings, you know?
It's a business decision.
Don't worry about it. I think you made the right call.
- I got it. I got it. I got it. - I'll pay.
I got it. I can't buy you a drink?
- Thanks. - You're welcome.
Now I'm getting a little tired of beating up Joe and Juan.
I could use another body if you wanna come spar,
maybe, uh, take your mind off shit.
Well, I have to find a job.
A job.
Pay my bills and shit.
Come to the gym. We'll figure something out.
You teach a couple classes. We'll find money.
Yeah. Maybe.
I'll play it by ear.
All right.
Thanks for the drink.
- Synced and corrected by UnderclassHero