Damn.
It's Alicia. Leave a message, and I'll call you back.
Fuck.
Hey...
I was just calling you.
Hey, yeah, I missed it.
What's up?
Where are you?
Well, I'm...
I'm in LA.
When did you get here?
I drove in this morning.
From where?
Miami.
Can I... Can I see you?
What time is it?
7:15.
Oh, fuck me.
That got a little bit intense last night.
You're a rough one.
Stop.
I had everything.
Boys and me running wild.
Hot dogs hanging out our asses.
We had all the toys...
boats, big-ass F-250s.
It's a High Desert prison town, so...
us correction officers, we ran the show.
And the women?
You can't believe it.
What can't we believe about the women?
I'm just saying, there were a lot.
Did you screw 'em all, Reggie, or what?
Tell us.
- How many were there? - Plenty.
Give me a number.
Jason, can you shut her up?
Okay.
Christina, Reggie has the floor.
Let's... Let's let him finish.
I'm just wondering, where is he going with all this?
I mean, he's just talking about his boats
and I think his dick.
Is that what "hot dog hanging out your ass" means,
your little dick dangling?
You talk down to everyone, Reggie.
We're all sick of it.
I'm telling you where I come from.
We know where you come from. You tell us every group.
Why don't you talk about being so high, you left your daughter in the car?
Or when you pointed a gun at your wife?
We're all here.
So use the time to help each other out.
What?
You're beautiful.
Don't look at me.
All right.
Okay, let's go!
Get in position.
Ready to take control and take you down.
- Thanks, coach. - All right?
Yup. Yup.
- Cross face. Cross face. - What?
That's how you-- Yeah, there it is.
Push up.
Go a little crazy.
Push.
Fucking perfect.
Relax, Nate.
That was good.
Was he here this morning?
No.
Or yesterday.
He's gonna drop out.
You don't know that.
Alvey will talk him out of it.
Depends on how bad the knee is, Jay.
Don't worry about that. You worry about you.
That's it.
You're right.
You're right, coach.
I'm gonna be positive for a change.
How about that?
I'm going to see Mom.
Join me?
I have to train Bob.
Fuck Bob.
You need to fight.
I'm gonna talk to Dad about that when he gets back.
All right. We gotta get you back in this.
If Ryan comes, you'll let me know?
- Yeah. - All right.
Take that.
Jesus! Fuck me in the ass!
You okay?
You broke my collarbone, asshole.
I didn't fucking break anything, man. You fucking wrecked your bike.
- You weren't even fucking looking! - I was getting out of my truck!
What do you want me to do? Fucking going so fast, moron!
Just call an ambulance.
Jesus! Fucking fruitcakes on bikes!
- Fuck! - Alvey, what happened here?
Lance Armstrong crashed his fucking bike.
It was your fault.
Just fucking sit still.
God. Yeah, I need an ambulance.
This looks bad, Alvey.
3092 Buckingham Road. Guy on a bike.
- Yeah, he's fucking breathing. - You okay?
- Collarbone. Your collarbone? - Collarbone.
Clavicle.
Clavicle. All right.
Fuck. Is Ryan up?
Yes, but he hasn't brushed his teeth yet, so just give him a minute.
Just fucking stay with him until the ambulance comes.
- God damn it! - I'll wait right here.
- Sir, would you like to lay on the grass? - I don't wanna lay on the fucking grass.
Well, with an attitude like that, it's gonna be a long day, sir.
Juan and I were in the cage, just grappling, and...
Just tweaked it. I wasn't even going hard.
- Tweaked it? - Yeah.
Juan didn't say anything. Nobody called me.
Juan didn't know. I didn't say anything to Juan.
I didn't think it was serious.
Yeah, I just... I just went home,
went to bed, then it blew up on me.
Put any weight on it?
I mean, a little bit. It hurts.
- What're you doing? - Let me see it.
All right.
- I didn't even touch it. - I know.
Go on.
- Here? - Yeah.
- Right there? - Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah.
- Just fucking tweaked it, huh? - Yeah.
Yeah. Put the ice back on.
All right.
I'm gonna call Dr. Ember, see if we can get you in there today.
Okay.
Yeah, so Alicia looked good the other night.
Yeah. I talked to her.
Man, you fucking missed it.
You should've seen her.
I talked to her.
What?
She's legit.
Fuck. I gotta get out there.
An asshole on a bike almost killed me.
What?
All right. I'm gonna take care of this. I'm gonna call Ember.
I'm gonna come back, take you to him. Leave that on there.
Thanks, coach.
I'm a complete bag of shit.
We can't keep doing this. I...
I can't even think.
You're not that bad.
It's ethics, Christina.
It's really basic stuff.
You don't sleep with patients. They tell you that the very first day.
People fuck. It's not the end of the world.
I'm not gonna sue you.
I'm married.
I'm... I'm a newlywed.
Her... Her father paid for me to go back to school.
I can't get a divorce.
I can keep my mouth shut.
It's not about getting away with it.
As a therapist and a husband, I don't see how I can...
Jason...
You say this every time.
If you can't handle it, we can stop.
I'm not gonna freak out.
We can stop.
Good.
Because we have to.
My son's taking me out for Mexican today.
I might be a little late getting back. That's okay, right?
Sure.
Just...
Don't tell the others I gave you permission.
- Hey. - Hey.
- Can I help you? - I'm looking for Alicia Flores.
Sorry. We don't have a Flores here.
I just talked to her. She told me to come here.
- Alicia Mendez trains here. - Mendez. That's her.
- I can take you to her. - Thank you.
Alicia.
You have a visitor.
Holy fuck, you're skinny.
Shit.
You look so strong.
Well, this is pretty much all that I do.
I don't really get fucked up anymore, besides drink.
Is that where you sleep?
Yeah. I mean...
Look, there's a sauna, showers. I can pretty much work out whenever.
It's not too bad.
So what are you doing in LA?
Just wanted to come out. I haven't seen you in forever.
Do you not want me here?
Ava, what the fuck? I didn't even almost say that.
- You have a vibe. - Well, I'm sorry.
I haven't even heard from you in a year.
I know. I'm sorry. I was...
I was in Europe, and I just got back from Italy.
I was just doing this job.
At least you're working.
- Was it a runway thing? - Print.
Fucking horrible designer. The photographer sucked.
I look like shit.
Whatever. I don't wanna talk about it.
I'm old now.
Shut up.
When'd you start using Mom's last name?
Couple years ago.
Hello.
You must be the sister.
She's the sister. I'm Ava.
I am Jay Kulina.
I assumed that Alicia was the pretty one, but...
clearly it's a goddamn dead heat.
Well, we got something for everyone.
- Guess who's older. - I would never.
Come on. Guess.
- Ava, come on. - Guess.
You wanna play?
Alicia's younger.
- That's... - I love you so much.
- Wow. - I'm a year older.
That was a guess, truly.
You're both stunning.
Ava...
'Twas a pleasure.
We love your kid sister,
and I think we take tremendous care of her.
In the words of your people, adios.
You better.
Hey, let's go out tonight. Want to?
Come on.
- Yeah. - Yes!
Let's do it.
You got lucky. The MCL's intact.
You have a grade-one tear. No surgery. Should heal up on its own.
Can he fight?
How far out?
Ten days.
That's a hard one.
Hard to know.
You'll have to let pain be your guide.
If you can handle it, go. If it hurts, back off.
Great. Thanks.
You got it.
- How's Nate? - He's better.
He still owes me a follow-up.
- I will make sure that happens. - You better.
- Thanks for getting this guy in. - Any time.
- All right. I'll talk to you soon. - Be well.
What do you wanna do?
I'm not gonna pull out of the fight. Is that what you're talking about?
Yeah. All right. Good.
Stay off it today. We'll see how it feels tomorrow, take it from there.
And I don't want anyone to fucking know how bad this is.
How fucking bad is it? Ryan. Ryan. How bad is it, dude?
- Can you fight or not? - Yes, I can fight.
I'm just saying, as Jay's dad,
I hope you can respect your position as my coach, too.
"As Jay's dad"? Really? The fuck is that supposed to mean?
Think I'm gonna tell the guy you're fighting about your injury?
- I fucking hope not. - Really?
No disrespect. I'm just making sure.
A lot of disrespect.
Lots.
I'm just making sure.
Come on. Walk. I think you got hit in the head.
Boys.
In my office.
Shelby, you don't have to do that.
Nate asked me to. I don't mind.
Well, thanks anyway.
I got you a green drink. It's good for your skin.
Great. Thank you.
Just give us a few minutes.
Hey. Come on in, guys. Sit down.
You look good.
Yeah. Got a mean coach.
All right.
I got something I'm gonna tell you guys,
and then we're never gonna talk about it again, okay?
Lisa lost the baby a few days ago.
I don't have much information, but...
he's gone.
Lisa okay?
I think so. I don't know, but I think so.
Do we know what happened?
I don't know. I got a call from her father...
Told me about the baby and said Lisa didn't want to talk to me.
So I don't have any information yet.
Let's just keep this between us, though, because I don't want anybody else knowing.
I don't want that.
Okay?
I'll be okay.
I'm here. I love you boys.
You know that.
Love you, too.
Are you ready for your big fight?
What's wrong?
You've been on another planet all day.
Ryan's my friend.
I don't like fighting my friends. I don't.
Yeah, but I thought you wanted this.
I do and I don't. I mean, I do and I don't.
It sucks. He's the next step,
and I need to take that next step.
I know that feeling.
I'm just ready to fight.
Well, guess what?
I'm gonna be there.
How is that? I thought you had a curfew.
Well, I get special privileges.
- Why? - I'm a model resident.
I'm gonna try, all right?
They may not let me, they might not say yes,
but I'm at least going to ask.
Come on. Two more, two more, two more.
Push. One.
Good, good, good, good. Pop it. Pop it. Come on.
Come on, come on, come on. Nice.
Good job.
- How do you feel? - Good.
Doc Ember wants to see you for a follow-up.
I'll give him a call.
He clears me, I want to fight.
See what he says.
If he clears you, we'll get you a fight.
If that's what you want.
I'm not gonna stand in your way.
- When did you talk to Ember? - This morning.
What'd he say about Ryan's knee?
It's fine.
Is he gonna fight?
Yes, he's gonna fight. Stop asking me questions.
What happened to Ryan's knee, anyway?
- Whatever he said happened. - "Whatever he said happened." Of course.
Let's go. Give me ten.
Ready?
You're not wearing a dress?
I don't like any of mine.
Well, I got a couple in the car.
- Like I'm gonna fit in your shit. - You might.
No, I like this. I'm comfortable.
I like the way it looks.
You look good. I was just offering.
Hey, we should invite Jay.
- Really? - Yeah.
I think he's funny.
I like him. No?
Yeah.
I just... I wanted to talk to you.
He can meet us later, then.
Seven. Eight. Nine. One more. And ten.
All right. Good work.
Good work. Let's get you stretched out.
Go ahead. Lay down.
Bob.
You're unbelievable.
What?
Been holding my tongue this entire session.
- You're not gonna apologize to me? - For what?
I called you eight times to train the other night. Eight times.
You didn't pick up once. Not once.
- Bob, it was midnight. - So what?
I paid you ten grand, didn't I? Huh?
I was fucking clear on what I expected from you.
Be available to me. I need you whenever I call you.
Okay? Any time, day or night. I told that. Did I not say that?
I apologize. I didn't know that's what you meant.
Do me a favor. Get the fuck out of here.
Please?
You know, I'm trying to help you out, and you're gonna shit on me?
I don't need it. I don't need it.
- I wasn't shitting on you, Bob. - Yeah, okay.
Just pack up your stuff and leave, okay? You're a nice kid, Nate.
I'm just paying you to leave now. That's what I'm paying for. Please. Go.
Make my smoothie before you go, will you?
Sure.
Hey.
How'd it go with your son?
It was nice.
It's always nice.
What are you doing?
I need to talk to you.
- So, I was... - They're wet.
Sorry.
Is something wrong? I was gonna go to bed.
I've been thinking about our conversation.
I've been thinking about you,
which I find myself doing more and more.
I don't want to stop this with you.
I think you are an unbelievable woman.
- I'm really not. - You are.
Look where you met me, Jason.
I don't care.
I don't care how you got here.
I care about you,
and I want you.
That's really sweet, and I'm flattered,
but I'm way older than you, and you're married.
You have a good life.
Don't mess it up.
Sweetie, let's not do this.
No. Get the fuck off of me!
Here you go.
This one is freezing.
Thanks.
- Hey, Ryan? - Yeah?
You're gonna beat this, okay?
It's fine, man. It's just a strain.
Here.
- Thanks. - Okay.
I don't like seeing you hurt.
- You wanna watch a movie? - Yeah, man, whatever you want.
Keith, what the fuck, man? We're not watching this.
Why not?
We're not watching porn together, dude.
You don't do that.
This is your film. I thought you'd like it.
Okay.
You watch it. Don't worry about it.
I'm... I'm going to bed.
- I'm turning it off. - No, no, no.
You... You go ahead and watch, man.
Don't worry about it. I...
I'll leave.
All right.
Night.
You're a boss.
- Hey. - Yo.
Any news on Ryan?
Dad took him to Ember, so whatever it is, he's gonna fight.
So, how badly is he hurt?
He's not gonna tell me that.
But he's gonna fight, right?
That's what he said.
Then I got nothing to worry about.
All right.
I'm gonna be heading out for the evening.
Hold my calls.
How do I look?
So good.
You're not even looking at me.
I like the... floral shirt.
Bro.
You need to turn off these fucking video games
and go outside and play.
You understand me?
I'm serious, though. You know, your brain is made out of neuroplasticity.
You fucking watch this shit long enough, it's gonna...
it's gonna re-carve the pathways, man.
That's science.
Go outside.
Nature.
God's video game.
Hey, Bob. What's going on?
But I'm done with fucking Miami.
Honestly, it's straight up porn and Eurotrash at this point,
or at least that's how I was getting approached.
It was fucking annoying.
Weren't you in Italy?
Yeah, I was. But it was gross, too, and I ended up firing my agency, and...
I'm gonna be out here. I'm gonna take some meetings.
I'm kind of... kind of done.
So what are you gonna do?
I'll probably do some print stuff maybe. I don't know.
I saved a lot of money, so I got a cushion.
But you're a fucking fighter. I can't believe that.
- Why not? - Because, I mean, this is insane.
No, it's not.
Look, I train a lot, treat it like a job.
It is what it is.
Are you making any money?
Not really. No, I'm not.
But if I keep getting better, I keep winning fights,
then it gets better.
Just fucking say it.
- I'm not saying anything. - Good.
Don't.
I mean, is there anything else you need to tell me?
- Like what? - Like, are you eating pussy now?
You fucking kidding me?
- Okay, I'm sorry. - No. Fuck you, man.
Okay, I was just checking. You never know.
I'm not eating fucking pussy.
You're fucking ridiculous.
- Are you eating pussy? - No.
- That's great. - The lovely Mendez sisters.
- May I? - Yes.
...German jet-propelled aircraft in combat.
The Me 262 is a turbojet plane whose operation resembles a rocket.
It uses the turbine only to operate the air compressor
to supply oxygen to the engine.
Propulsion is provided by expansion of gases in the combustion chamber,
as in a rocket jet.
The Me 262 is a single-seat fighter bomber.
I don't think you understand
how big of a star your sister is gonna be.
- Whatever, man. - Whatever?
Yeah, whatever.
Look at her. Look at that.
Take a good, long, hard look at that face.
She's beautiful, and she can fight.
I'm not saying she can fight, like, for a hot chick.
She can dominate a bitch.
Was she always like this?
She was always mean, but she wasn't always hot.
Allie was a late bloomer.
You know what, guys? Can we just not talk about this?
What? I mean, you're fucking hot now. Who cares?
I care. Are you kidding me? That shit was bullshit.
Everybody always loved Ava 'cause she was the tiny, little pretty one.
- She was the bodyguard. - A bodyguard?
That makes it better?
There's a little fire between the two of you.
Then fucking sit down and have a drink with us.
No, ma'am. I have a fight to prepare for against my best friend and her boyfriend.
Wait. Boyfriend?
He's not my boyfriend.
But...
you make love, no?
We fuck, yeah, occasionally.
And you argue. Therefore...
- You're in a relationship. - I agree.
Mm-hmm. She agrees.
- No. - It's your boyfriend.
- I'm good. - I think that's fucked up,
that you're fighting your friend.
Well, as you'll come to learn, it's a pretty fucked up business.
Mm-hmm.
I am gonna go use the restroom,
and then I'm gonna head home.
Stay out of trouble.
I will see you at work tomorrow, Alicia.
And, Ava, don't leave town without saying goodbye.
We'll see.
Hey, Nate. How are you?
- Hey. - Come on in.
Good to see you. Hey.
I thought you wanted to train tonight.
Well, I did, but, you know, lost the urge.
Got it. I can come back in the morning.
No, no, no, no. Listen, listen, listen.
Nate, first of all,
I want to apologize for my tone this morning, okay?
Right or wrong, I was out of line.
It's all good. It's all good. Give me a call, and we'll do a session.
No, no, no, no. Stay.
Look, I got a nice group of friends here,
very nice friends, old friends of mine.
And you're here.
Have a drink. What do you say?
- Am I dressed okay? - You're a trainer. You look great.
Hey, everybody. Say hello to Nate Kulina.
He's my personal trainer.
He's also a professional MMA fighter, if you could believe that.
What're you drinking? What're you having?
- Vodka or something? - How about a White Russian?
- Sure. - Okay, good.
Say hello. I'll bring it to you.
On one occasion, when the fighters escorted heavies deep into Germany,
the Luftwaffe put up one of its rare defenses in force,
lost 208 planes.
Here are some of the reasons.
Our fighters continue to overrun the Luftwaffe.
Gun sight aiming point cameras
parade this destruction of Nazi planes and equipment
whenever and wherever they appear.
- Hi. - Hello.
I think you and I should hang out tonight.
I don't disagree.
Then don't leave.
You should come to my fight.
I think you'll enjoy it.
Jay what? What is it? Kulina?
- Yes. - Come on.
- No. - Give me his number.
No, you're not fucking with him.
He's fucking with me. You saw that. Come on.
His dad trains me, all right? It's messy.
Just find someone else to fuck with, please.
Fine. Don't help me. You know what? I'm still gonna get his number, so...
- Forty-two. - That's us.
Yeah, that's mine.
I'm 42.
I'm 42, bitch.
All right. You need to walk away from me. I'm not talking...
- Fuck you. - Fucking touch her.
Fuck. Shit.
Come on. Come on!
Someone call someone.
Shit. Fuck, that was sick.
Shit. Come on. Get in the car.
- Get in the car. - Okay.
Shit, shit, shit.
Shit.
- Hey, coach. - Hey.
- I wake you up? - No, no. I'm just...
I'm just laying in bed. What's up?
I got some bad news, Ryan.
I wasn't sure if I was gonna tell you or not,
but I don't think it fucking matters at this point.
What?
There's a problem with the baby.
We lost it.
It's gone.
Lisa's okay, though, you know, physically.
That's about all I know.
Alvey, I'm so sorry.
I don't even know what to say.
I know.
And I appreciate it.
Anyway, I know how important she is to you,
so I figured you should know, too.
Yeah, yeah.
Thanks.
All right. We'll get after it tomorrow, okay?
Cool.
Hey, uh...
Alvey.
Yeah?
You think it'd be all right if I called her?
Why don't you give it a few days, Ryan, okay?
Okay.
Okay. I'll see you tomorrow.
The fuck.
Good morning. I'm Will. I'm Bob's assistant.
Take your time. Get dressed.
I'll meet you in the kitchen.
- What the fuck happened to me last night? - I don't know.
Bullshit.
Wasn't here, Nate. I don't know.
You look like you do.
I'm sorry. I don't.
That piece of shit put something in my drink.
- You fucking listening to me right now? - Yes.
- Where the fuck is he? - He's on a plane.
- He'll be back in a month. - Where the fuck is he?
He's on a plane to London. He'll be back in a month.
He wanted me to give you this. Another $10,000 to keep you on retainer.
I don't want this.
Think I want the fucking money?
It's for the month. You won't even see him.
Just... take the money.
I don't want the fucking money.
I want to know where the fuck he is, why he isn't here.
If he was, I'd beat the fuck out of him right now.
What's your fucking name?
What's your name?
Will.
Tell him, Will.
Tell him I'm gonna fuck him up.