Ryan.
- Ryan. - What?
Where are you going?
Quiet, man. She's trying to sleep, dude.
- I... - I'm going for a run.
You're sweating like a pig. What are you doing up?
I can't sleep. I have...
I haven't shut my eyes once the whole night.
Just... Just go lay down.
- I'll try. - Okay.
So, where are you going?
I'm going running, dude.
All right.
You all right?
Yeah.
Okay.
- I'll be back in an hour. - Okay.
No.
Keith!
Sorry.
Fuck!
Okay.
Keith?
Keith, what the fuck did you do?
Sorry!
I'm fuckin' sorry.
Fuck.
How did his mom die?
His dad.
And what'd he kill her with?
- A hammer. - Exactly. A fucking hammer.
Look, I know he's your boy, but we should call the police.
Because he broke his own hand? No.
- Yes! - No.
He's already stabbed someone. He's watching me sleep.
Shut the fuck up.
He thinks you're his fucking mother.
I'll deal with him.
Ryan, he's obsessed with you.
Why do you put up with him?
I'm the only person that he knows.
All right. Here he is.
We need...
I need to get me painkillers somewhere.
Okay.
You wanna stop and get something to eat?
No, no.
You sure? We can get you anything you want.
I just want to go home.
Good, good, good!
Nice. Nice!
Wow, Joe, you tap early.
Nate.
Yes?
Call Jay. Ryan needs to switch to the afternoon.
Why?
'Cause Keith broke his fucking hand or some shit. I don't know.
Okay.
But if Jay doesn't want to switch, Ryan's gotta deal.
All right, just talk to him, you know?
Maybe we can be reasonable for a change, God forbid.
Call him.
Hey, it's me.
Listen, my morning's cleared up,
so I was thinking maybe we could grab some lunch.
I haven't seen you in a couple days. I'd like to see you.
Sorry.
- I have to get out of this room. - That is a superlative idea.
You should call your sister, see what she's up to tonight.
Are you training all day again?
I am. And...
I got you a little something-something.
A camera?
Yeah.
You can do something fun, you know?
Like what?
Like, go to the beach, go to Malibu,
take some photos, go to a museum.
Don't be condescending.
I wasn't.
You can leave.
You don't have to be here. It's fine.
You know...
You can't make me feel guilty for doing my job...
even when I'm barely fucking doing it.
And you know...
I wasn't being condescending.
I just don't know what it is that you want.
Call your sister.
Maybe go out with her, huh?
Okay, mamacita?
Adiós.
- Good morning. - Nate looks good out there.
Yeah, huh?
Maybe he can fight. What the fuck do I know?
I hope so, 'cause his accounting is a shit show.
It's that bad?
Nothing we can't overcome.
My attorney sent over the contracts to Roxanne for you to sign.
Yeah, she's got them. I'll look at them and sign them.
You have any plans to leave that hotel soon?
Yeah, I'm trying to get out of there as soon as possible. I'm looking.
You need any help, you let me know, okay?
Okay.
Jay and Ryan had to switch,
so I'm gonna step out for a little while. I'll be back this afternoon.
- All right, I'll be here. - Okay.
Hey, can you shut the door, please?
So, take these when you wake up.
It hurts now.
Well, then,
you can take one now.
Thanks.
Sorry about all this.
I know you're supposed to be at the gym today.
That's all right, I'm...
I'm going this afternoon.
Hey.
Yeah?
What were you gonna do with that hammer?
I was...
That was an impulse buy.
Shit. That was an impulse buy. You can throw that away, if you want.
I did.
Hey.
Were you gonna hurt her?
I said, "Were you gonna hurt her?"
I don't think so.
Okay.
Well, get some sleep, all right? Here you go.
Hey.
Yeah?
We're gonna have to talk about this, okay?
Didn't... Didn't we just talk about it?
We're gonna have to talk about it some more.
Okay.
Ryan?
Yeah?
You gonna move out now?
No.
No. I'm not going anywhere.
Okay.
See what happens when you return phone calls?
Yeah.
Wait, where you going?
- I gotta... - No. Come on.
- I gotta go back to work. - You're still fuckin' pissed.
I'm not pissed.
You're not happy.
Well, it's a lot to deal with.
- I know. - And you're right to stay with her.
I mean, I get it.
But... I'm a woman,
and I have some fucking feelings about you spending the night with her.
No, I know. And nothing happened.
I told you, she didn't want to be alone, and I didn't know what to do.
Right, and so now I'm jealous of a woman whose life is literally falling apart,
and I just don't know why.
How? How did you fucking put me in this position?
I didn't fucking do this. What are you talking about?
I told you, don't feel guilty about this.
- You did? - Yeah.
Okay.
- Since you say so. - I say so.
I gotta go.
Am I forgiven?
- Yeah. - Coming over later?
You know, I do have some documents for you to sign,
so I'll bring them over.
All right. Answer your phone, all right? I don't like to be ignored.
Bye.
- Pick it up. Let's go! - Time? How much time?
Two more minutes.
Ten seconds. Let's go. Finish strong. Come on, Jay.
We can call Ryan, give him the belt now if you want.
Push! Let's move!
Time.
All right. All right. Dial it down. Let's go.
Let's go! On the mat! Come on, Jay.
Move your ass. Let's go. Come on.
One minute. One minute of work.
Here we go. Hard as you can.
Time. Go!
Go.
I need more. Come on! Work!
You're a disgrace.
You ready?
So, I called Greg Jackson.
Yeah?
He...
He wants me to go to Albuquerque.
And he said I'm really talented.
He... just sees a few things that he can help me with.
He also said he'll work with Alvey.
What?
He's being nice. I mean, he knows Alvey will never be his bitch.
What do you think I should do?
I think he's a legend. I think it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
You gotta do it.
Any downside?
No downside.
You didn't last there very long.
But that's on me. He's got a gym full of killers,
and if you fuck off and you don't perform, you're out.
Next man up.
It's a good thing.
You gotta tell Alvey today. You don't want him to hear it from someone else.
You coming with me or...
Yeah, I'm not staying here by myself.
Shelby?
Is my phone up here?
No.
Did you lose it?
It was in my bag.
You should check the last place you left it.
Yo? Jay? You see my phone?
No.
What's it look like?
Like my phone.
Fuck. You should probably get out of here. Ryan's almost here.
I'm on the move, man.
What?
Good work today.
Not really, actually. You're really fucking out of shape.
I appreciate your honesty.
You're welcome.
Fuck.
What are you doing here? Ryan's gonna be here, like, any second.
Fear not. By the time he arrives, I'll be but a trail of musk.
What are you...
What are you doing later?
Getting my pussy waxed.
Indeed.
And after that activity?
Do you want to have... I don't know, you want to have a drink?
You're in camp. You're not supposed to be drinking.
Lisa, I'm 160 pounds.
Weight...
not an issue.
Also I have the constitution of a goddamn cast-iron skillet.
Have a drink with me.
Lisa, it'll take the edge off of this waxing process.
- No. - Lisa.
Jay.
Lisa.
I fucking miss you.
We haven't shared a drink in over a year, and that makes Jay very sad.
Lisa, I will not let you hide yourself in this office.
No. No longer.
Okay, if I have a drink with you,
am I the worst manager in the history of managers?
Well... It's not for me to judge.
I'll text you all the specifics...
on your cellphone.
Hey, hey. Let me help you.
Thanks.
- You out of here? - Yeah.
- Where you headed? - Miami.
That home?
Yeah.
No shit. You know, I'm from Tallahassee.
- You ever get up there? - Never been.
You're not missing that much.
Hey, you got another cigarette?
- Sure. - Thanks.
So, your boyfriend...
Like a fitness trainer or something?
- He's a fighter. - No shit.
Sorry to ask. Do you have anything...
What are you looking for?
I just want to get high.
I got some blow.
It's not very good.
Do you want to share it?
Your boyfriend's not gonna come after me, is he?
We won't tell him.
Okay.
Good. Box.
All right? Head, head, head.
To the body! Under, hook, pump.
Get out, get out.
I want you to work him on the fucking cage.
I want you to break him down. I want you to break his fucking body.
You put him against that fence, you work his fucking body,
then get off, all right?
- Yeah. - Get me in.
Come on. Good, good.
Body. Come on! Body work. Good!
Work it! Come on, come on!
Come on!
Good! Take it! Take it!
Good.
Legs. Go for the takedown.
Nice!
Come on. There it is.
Up!
Yes! Nice.
You see how more effective you are?
You put it all together, right?
Don't fucking give him that space. Don't give him that space.
Here.
Hey. Come on.
Something you should know. You didn't hear it from me.
Jackson's coming for Alicia.
Wait, when?
After her fight, he came up to her.
She's listening, coach.
- She's going? - She's going.
- Okay. - Thought you should know.
Hey. Good looking out, man.
Yeah, yeah.
Hey.
Let's go.
Very depressing.
Ava?
Hello.
This is Jay-Mo.
Where are you?
I just pulled up, your car is here, but all your shit is gone.
Maybe you're doing laundry.
Yeah, call me back. Bye.
- Hey. - Hey.
Do you have a second?
Sure. What's up?
Un-fucking-believable. You're leaving.
- How did you know? - I'm magic.
Who is it?
Greg Jackson.
Honestly, I didn't look for this. He came up to me at the fight.
- Yeah, I know how it goes. - And he was being cool, you know?
- He said he would work with Alvey. - That's very generous.
Come on, man. It's Greg fucking Jackson.
I know.
He's great.
That's why he's got John, Holly, Carlos, Cowboy,
and 20 other fighters that you'll be behind.
I'll work my way up.
Yeah, one way or another, right?
Look, I know you're pissed, but this is fucking huge.
I'm not.
I can't pass this up.
I understand.
Thanks for telling me.
So, that's it?
Fighters leave all the time.
They leave Greg, too.
Well, do you think I'm making a mistake?
How the fuck would I know?
And stop with the little girl bullshit. You want to go, you should go.
I was just asking your opinion.
You don't get my fucking opinion.
I'm not here to make you feel good about this.
And I don't have time for fighters who aren't on my roster.
Fine.
And you should tell Alvey after he's done with Ryan, or I will.
Hey.
Hey. You're not training today?
No, I... Can we talk?
My office.
Hey.
What's up?
- Okay. - You all right?
What's going on?
I'm leaving.
For who?
Greg Jackson.
You know, I fucking hate it, dude.
I mean, you've been awesome to me, and I fucking love being here.
- Well, we... - I don't...
We love having you.
Come on. You know I'm a pain in the ass.
You think any of these fighters are a day at the beach?
Your mind made up?
Yeah.
- I'm sorry. - Nah. It's okay.
Let me tell you something. You think you're the first fighter to leave me?
You know how many fucking tough guys sat on that couch, tears in their eyes,
trying to nut up, tell me they're gone?
I tell them all the same thing.
This place, my team, it's not for everyone.
Sometimes, it's just not a fit. You know, that's the way it goes.
I don't feel that way about you. I love coaching you.
I love watching you train.
You're very talented.
And you are as fucked up as I am.
But there's one fucking thing I know.
This business will always turn its back on you,
so you need people in your life that never will.
And that's what I am for you.
We're family. Okay?
My door, it's always open.
Always. Do you understand that?
Yeah?
- Thank you, coach. - Okay.
I mean, for everything.
I was nothing before I came here.
It's okay.
We'll miss you.
You take some time in here, all right?
I'll be around, you wanna talk.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
You're all right.
You don't give a shit about this fight, do you?
You know, I tried giving a shit once, and it just...
did not feel good.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
It's nice to see you drinking again.
It's really good to be back.
Been missing my jogging partner.
What's going on with you?
You won two title fights. I thought you'd be happy.
Yeah.
Well, I thought I would, too.
So, why aren't you?
I thought my life would be different somehow.
That things would change.
But nothing's different, you know?
Not a fucking thing came my way.
Okay, fine. Well, I'm back now.
Okay? And I can get you sponsors.
But you have to keep the fucking needle out of your arm.
- I'm done with that. - You promise?
Hey.
Moving on...
Would you like to do this again?
I would like to keep them coming, yes.
Okay.
Whiskey ginger, please.
Keep the tab open.
I think that's it.
Let me see.
Fucking bullshit day.
What happened?
I lost a fighter.
You missed one.
This.
Who was it?
Alicia.
Shit.
- Yeah. - I liked her.
Girl was living in her fucking car when I met her.
Gave her everything she wanted, I gave her my fucking time.
I was... I was gentle with her.
I took care of her. I didn't throw her out in the deep water.
Now, she's got a fucking career.
Thank you, Alvey.
Yeah, that's frustrating.
What did you say to her?
I said I understood her decision and that my door was always open.
- Oh, yeah? That was nice. - Yeah.
Well, anything else would be weak.
But I remember every fucking fighter that's ever left me.
Even the ones I didn't want.
These fucking people.
They don't know what's important. They don't know.
You know? She stood in front of me, fucking tears in her eyes,
telling me how hard this was.
How much I've fucking done for her.
Trying to make me a fuckin' father.
Now she's out the door because she's got her fucking head turned.
Well, good fuckin' luck, sweetheart. She'll be fuckin'...
She'll have five kids with three different dudes before she's fuckin' 30.
- Alvey. Jesus, that's... - What? That's what?
- I mean, that's a little harsh. - That's my fuckin' business.
Hey.
You coming or not?
What? Where?
- I'm at the bar. - What? What bar?
The bar that you wanted to meet me at. I'm here now.
I don't know what the fuck you're talking about.
You texted me that you wanted to meet me.
I didn't text you.
Yes, you fucking did!
Check your phone.
- Will, I didn't text you. - Oh, my God.
I'll send you the fuckin' thread then.
You know what, Nate? You're a nice guy, but you're obviously very confused,
and I don't have time for this in me life right now.
Lose my number, please.
You good to drive?
Yep. Licensed and everything.
- Are you good to drive? - I'm fine to drive.
See? I'm good.
Yeah, you're good. Get going.
- Thank you. - For what?
For making me feel normal tonight.
Lisa, this is something that happened to you, all right?
It is not who you are.
Yeah.
- I love you. - I love you.
Drive safely, okay?
- You, too. - I'll be fine.
- I mean it. - Yeah.
I've had to pick you up from jail
- a couple of times. - Drive safely, please.
Can I get a shot of whiskey?
You drinking alone?
Probably so.
I was supposed to meet someone. Didn't show up.
Did I hear an accent?
Yeah. English.
No. United Kingdom.
- That's the one. - Right, yeah.
What's your name?
Will.
Can you close me out?
- And put Will's drinks on my tab. - No, no, no.
Mate, I can buy me own drink, thanks anyway.
No, no, that's nonsense really.
It's... It's really nice to meet you,
and I hope you enjoy your time here in these United States of America.
- Cheers. - God save the Queen.
- Ah, fuck the Queen. - Fuck the Queen?
- Yes, so what? - Get out of here. Fuck the Queen.
- Thanks for the drink. - Yeah, man.
Wait a second.
- Hey. - Hi.
It's kind of late. What are you doing here?
I... wanted to see you.
Can I come in?
She's here.
I wanna meet her.
- Lisa. - I wanna meet her.
Come in.
Roxanne, Lisa.
Lisa.
- It's nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you, too.
I'm gonna get my things.
- No, you don't have to leave. - No, no. It's okay.
I know you guys have a lot to talk about, so...
I'll be in the kitchen.
She is drunk, so...
Yeah, well, who's not?
I'm sorry.
I'm gonna talk to her, tell her to leave.
No.
Don't do that. I'm going.
- Come on. - Come on, what?
What?
Good night.
She's beautiful.
How old is she?
She's about my age.
Well, if she's had any work done, you can't tell.
What is it that you want?
I had a question that I wanted to ask you.
I was gonna call you from the hotel, but then I thought,
"You know what? I want to see his face."
What is it?
Why didn't you come get me?
What does that mean, "Come get you"?
When our baby died, why didn't you come get me?
You didn't want me to.
Are you fucking out of your mind?
Your father called me and said you didn't want to see me.
My father?
So fucking what?
I was respecting your wishes.
I'm dying,
and you're respecting my wishes?
Did it ever occur to you that I didn't know what the fuck I needed?
That maybe...
what I needed was you?
Your father called me...
My father fucking called?
- Who the fuck cares? - All right.
- What about me? My father? - Okay, okay!
Don't... Don't do this!
Don't fuckin' hit me! Don't fuckin' hit me.
Okay?
Calm the fuck down. You're drunk.
- Calm down. Okay? - I'm not gonna hit you.
- All right, all right. - You're hurting me.
I'm not hurting you. I'm not hurting you.
I don't want you to hurt yourself.
I'm gonna go to bed. You're going back to your hotel.
I'm not done with you.
Just get the fuck out of my house.
Fucking stop! Fuck! Fuck! Stop!
Fucking stop!
Fucking stop! Stop!
Fucking stop!
Stop! Fucking crazy bitch!
Fucking crazy!
Yeah, I'm crazy.
Stop.
I'm crazy because you made me fuckin' crazy.
I'm not even a fucking person anymore.
I crawl around on the floor like an animal.
You killed me.
I fucking hate you.
I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.
Okay.
Okay. All right.
- All right. - Let me go.
Okay, okay.
- Let me go. - Stop.
Okay.
Oh, no, no.
No, no. Oh, God.
No. No.
Suspect's name is James Gibson.
He was released from prison six months ago,
after doing 25 years for rape and murder of a Lake Elsinore woman.
He offered Ms. Flores some cocaine, and she followed him into his room.
At some point, he demanded sex, which she refused.
There was a struggle.
At that time, he stabbed her in the stomach.
She was able to escape from the room.
The suspect chased her down, strangled her,
and threw her in the swimming pool.
No.
Ava!
No! No!
No!