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He can be saved by the bell in the last round. Eight seconds left!
Just so many right hands one man can take.
It's a bloodbath.
He may think he has him.
- Wow! - He's not getting up, Jake! He's not getting up!
No! He's been knocked out.
Incredible!
A sensational right hand K.O. of the undefeated champion!
Unbelievable.
Let's look alive, gentlemen.
They pay the bills, so be polite.
10-4.
- Whatever. - Copy that.
I owe you a drink.
You don't.
I could use one.
You want ice or something?
I'm okay.
Do you want a job?
What kind of job?
A fun one.
What do I gotta do?
Protect me.
From who?
Only my adoring fans.
Forty-five an hour okay?
Forty.
Call me so I have your number.
Nomi. That's your name?
What kind of name is that?
What kind of phone is that?
I'll text you when I need you, okay?
Okay.
Or you can call me.
Why would I do that?
I don't know... Maybe you get lonely.
I do.
My daughter is still undefeated.
My... My oldest, remember I told you about her?
You must be proud.
She's a winner, like her old man.
Salud.
But you know, her weight class,
most of the boys don't even have hair on their coin purses yet.
But still...
Three years undefeated, boy, girl, nobody.
High school wrestling, of all things.
You know, uh,
the guy you worked up, he's not a friend of mine.
But he's a friend of this place. So...
We gotta part company.
Professionally speaking, that is.
It's your severance.
I respect you.
That's why we're having this drink, you understand?
I bet you she loses.
That's a tough bet.
I got one for you.
I bet you never fight in the ring again.
What about that? You'd take that bet?
Let me know when you lace 'em up again, kid.
You used to be something to see.
Yo, Nick.
Hey, don't forget about Thailand in December.
- He ain't coming. - It's a shame.
Come on. You're better than that, Max.
Help, Uncle Nicky.
Please, help. Please, help.
All right, ladies. Breakfast.
- Who wants juice? - Me.
All right.
Maybe you should take some time before you, uh,
jump on to another night crew.
Get back in the gym, even.
To teach, I didn't say fight.
I got nothing to prove.
I know you don't...
Do you?
Oh, karaoke.
I don't like karaoke.
Why?
- We hate it. - It's the worst.
Although you sang a lot of Sade.
I always get everyone so depressed.
Like, I'm the worst to take to karaoke.
- I'll see you. Call me. - Yeah, I'll message you, yeah.
- Bye. - Bye.
Are you gonna stalk me like some creep, or walk with me like a gentleman?
- Fuck that motherfucker. - I know.
Aw, beautiful.
Mmm. Look at this.
- Wow, marry me. - Oh shit, sweetie!
Let me have your phone number.
Aren't you gonna say something?
They're harmless.
I guess.
You're hurting me.
I-I'm coming from a place of love, why do you gotta hate?
- Shh! - I'm just... I'm trying to show my love.
What is it you think I do, exactly?
I don't know, some type of art.
- Where are you from? - The Bronx.
Ah yes, I figured that.
You from around here?
I am from far, far away.
Bay Ridge.
A Nuyorican.
You know that guy you beat up in the club the other night?
What about him?
He wasn't my boyfriend or anything.
What do I care?
He deserved what you did to him.
I live here.
- This is your place? - Yeah.
You must love what you do.
Fulfill fantasies?
Who wouldn't?
Goodnight.
Nick.
Hey.
Where did you get this jacket?
I don't remember.
Give it to me.
No.
There's someone I want you to meet.
Mama.
This is the man I was telling you about.
Nick Molloy.
Hi.
She says Irish.
The good half.
That's what my old man used to tell me.
Give us a minute.
Who's this?
Me.
Wait.
What?
Where we going?
Can't you adjust to your surroundings or whatever?
Like a ninja?
No.
I'm going to work.
Is this your car?
Shut up.
This car is, like, brand new.
- Yeah I built it up from junk. - You built this?
I didn't build it, but I fixed it.
Took me about five years.
Ten, to be exact.
I got kicked out of high school so I went to trade school instead.
I was also kicked out of high school.
Jinx.
That's not how it works.
- Hey. - Hi.
I'm here for a session with Logan.
- What's your name? - Nomi.
I'm getting no answer.
I just ordered them a bunch of food, though, so I know they're there.
- Just head on back. - Okay.
Wait for me here, yeah?
- You sure? - Yeah, I'll be right back.
Uh-huh. Turn me up a little in there.
♪ Gorilla, uh
♪ I stare death in the eyeball Walk through your crib
♪ Smack your pops right through the drywall
♪ Pussy, what the fuck is you crying for?
♪ These bars are raised Hell melt the heavens and make the sky fall
♪ Shoot up your block and drive off...
Logan.
- Oh hey, Nomi, what's up, boo? - How are you?
What's going on?
You ready for these hooks?
Your manager didn't call you?
About what?
Fuck.
- You know this... - No track?
Nah, this dude, I don't really know about him.
- He made a couple of comments. - My manager?
What the fuck is this?
Got any sports magazines here?
That's all we got.
Yo, what is this?
Come on, let me talk to you real quick.
- Ain't nothing to talk about, man. - Come on, come on.
Matter of fact, I'm glad this freak is here
so I can tell them to their fucking face.
Tell me what?
You wanna be on my hit list? Why you so mad?
Yo you better watch your mother fucking mouth.
Or what? What are you gonna do?
Or I'm gonna smack the shit out of you.
What happened?
- What happened? - Where were you?
You told me to sit...
So you just do whatever the fuck I say?
- Yeah, I guess I do... - Just shut up.
Here, for parking.
Take it!
Go home.
Hey, look what you catch right here.
All right, what are we looking at? Let's get back to work.
Or go home.
I had to see this to believe it.
Everything how you remember it?
I've been meaning to come by for a while now.
So how have you been?
- I've been good. - Bullshit.
It's good to see you, Nick.
Hello?
You busy?
If you're asking if I want to get ditched again, the answer is no.
I'm sorry, okay.
Well?
Are you free?
Let me see you.
- No. - Come on.
They're too tight.
It's a European fit.
- Let me in. - No.
Now you have to come out.
What am I doing here?
You need a base.
You'll burn to a crisp in LA if you don't get some sun.
Besides, it's the beach, who doesn't love the beach?
Well?
Hey, it's not like I'm asking you to turn around and touch your toes.
Come on, we're losing prime sun.
You know the sun's not that good for you, right?
I proposed here once.
What'd she say?
Yes.
What?
Tell me everything.
What do you wanna know?
She was nice, she was pretty.
We used to work together.
So what happened?
It fell apart after I lost a fight.
I heard you were pretty good.
I don't remember losing.
I hear it sometimes.
The thing is, I don't know if it's a memory or a dream.
So she was a fair-weather fan.
Nah, she was cool.
I hurt her.
Her feelings.
The end.
Or the beginning.
How're you doing over there?
Good.
You like those?
Yeah.
Try them on.
Do you have them in a 10 and a half?
Can I have a minute?
Please take your time.
I may have screwed up.
They only have one room for both of us.
Take me to dinner tonight.
What?
We're going to dinner tonight.
Before my show, on me.
Okay.
But I got to see some people first.
And I'm gonna go alone, all right?
You sure you don't need me?
Definitely not.
Meet me at Jean-Jacques at 10:00.
- P.M.? - Yes.
- For dinner? - I got you something to wear to the pool,
they're in that bag in my luggage.
And I'll see you later, okay?
♪ Hold on to your heart, my love
♪ When we're far apart, my love... ♪
This place looks expensive.
Only the best.
Can I get you sparkling or still water?
Sparkling, please.
Those shoes had zero grip.
Where are the ones I bought?
I need to be able to plant my feet.
It was like standing on ice.
Can I get you two something to drink other than water?
I'll have champagne.
Nothing for him.
He's working.
Very well, miss.
I brought the shoes.
I checked them up front, want me to go get them?
Unbutton that top button.
Better?
Much.
♪ Oh, whatever you do, my love
♪ Hold on to your heart ♪
♪ Yeah
♪ I like that groove
♪ Make me the way that I do
♪ It was once upon a time
♪ I was yours and you were mine
♪ But that came to an end so long ago
♪ Underneath my veil again
♪ Can no longer pretend
♪ That I can't see you on your way back home
♪ I still see you in that kind of glow
♪ It's all that you would know
♪ I still hear you In my lullabies
♪ And when I close my eyes
♪ I see you like a ghost
♪ Like a ghost
♪ Do you feel it, too?
♪ Or am I just playing?
♪ Is it haunting you?
♪ Do you miss my lovin'
♪ Living my life to the limit
♪ Giving my love to the limit
♪ Living my life to the limit
♪ Giving it up ♪
Reaching for the stars
Reaching for the stars.
Let's have a toast.
Please, in the eyes.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
Nomi, my dear,
where have you been all this time?
We miss you.
Come, and are you enjoying your life?
The new life I made for you?
Is this the Nomi that burned down the Malibu house?
That...
was an accident.
Yes, a very, very expensive accident.
What did you promise?
We've all heard this story.
I have another one.
Spill it.
You owe me big time.
Time to go.
Nomi. Who is he?
Nobody.
So you add a bodyguard to your trunk of rented clothes.
Very clever, very clever. I'll drink to that.
- Hope you enjoyed the show. - Nomi.
Nomi.
Nick, what are you doing?
We can't leave. That man is the reason why I'm here.
You had too much to drink.
Get off me. Get off me!
What do you expect me to be?
I'm not like other girls, okay?
I don't just get things handed to me.
You really think after all this time, that what I needed was a babysitter?
You're even more clueless than I thought.
What do you want from me?
I can't be something that I'm not, okay?
So that doesn't work for you.
Let's go.
Hey.
I need you to come unzip me.
- What's up? - Hey, there he is.
Thanks.
Who do you like?
If I had to pick, red.
She's clever. Setting something up.
How's the gig?
I don't know.
Yes, you do.
It's good.
You're getting paid, right?
I guess I am.
Come on. You're a Bronx boy your whole life,
now you're getting paid to see the world.
I'd say that's pretty goddamn good.
Right?
Fuck everyone else.
Oh, hell no.
I can't with these promoters.
Oh, my God!
Nomi, introduce me.
This is my shadow, Nicky "Mitts" Malloy.
Whoa!
Ahh!
All right, let's hit it.
I said, how are y'all feeling out there?
All right.
♪ I ain't never gonna let you go
♪ You're the dream I'm the queen,
♪ Baby, now I know you're a savage
Ooh, let's go, let's go.
Come on, guys.
Hello.
How about that?
- For what? - For Nomi.
- Absolutely. - Ah.
What was your walkout song? That's what it's called, right?
The song they play when you walk out to the ring.
It was different every time.
Usually slow songs.
Slow songs? Why?
You just wanna hype the crowd?
Calm before the storm.
I can't believe I haven't seen you my whole life.
I know.
(CHUCKLES) I love all these Latinos in Greece.
So what time is your show?
- Uh, probably like 10:00 or 11:00. - Oh, cool.
It's like a stadium show, so...
- Oh! Yes, yes. - Come and check it out.
- Tomorrow, please, tomorrow. - Thank you.
- Hi. - Can you pay me what you owe me
for this week? Minus yesterday.
Yeah.
Thanks.
- Where are you going? - I quit.
Nick.
Nick, you can't go.
You don't need me.
Hell, you don't need anyone.
Airport.
Just say it.
Say what?
Okay, I want you to stay, okay?
Maybe I don't need you.
Is this really the life you want?
Moving from place to place and person to person?
With nobody? Nothing?
No home?
I'll never have the life that I want.
No one will.
Hi, can you get me to Thailand?
More power! Okay? Farang!
More power! Go!
Hey, Farang!
Huh?
- Any advice? - Yes.
Go home.
All the best for tonight.
- Have fun please. - Thank you.
We really hope you have fun.
Hola, Mexico City.
♪ It's obvious that we have so much to do
♪ Whatever you do just please don't make me wonder ♪
♪ Please don't make me cry
♪ No, no, no
♪ All of this is something strange
♪ You know better, make it feel right
♪ No no please don't make me worry
♪ No no please don't make me sad
♪ No, no, no
♪ No, no, no, no
♪ You know better, make it feel right ♪
Thank you.
Bravo, Nomi, bravo, bravo, bravo.
Thank you so much.
I'm seeing things.
- Miss me? - Yes!
Better late than never.
Hey there, guys,
I'm here with the former champ Brett "The Threat" Hlavacek.
He has been living and training in Bangkok
for the past two months.
- How are you doing, Brett? - Doing great, thanks for asking.
I'm here with some old teammates,
we're watching a night of fights,
life's all right.
Now your last fight,
you put in a great performance
against an up-and-coming young fighter.
When can we see you in the ring again?
As soon as possible.
This is Tiger Radio One in Bangkok on 104.1
Rice.
Rice and ketchup.
Is that a thing?
No, I wasn't eating rice and ketchup.
It's a cheap immigrant family type.
- Yeah, wow! - Spanish people do it.
No, no honestly, yeah.
Even Asians.
- There's more beer. - Yeah.
- Dip it in sauce. - I'm a no-sauce guy.
All right, guys, let's do some drinking.
All righty.
Thanks.
All right, let's go.
Cheers.
Delicious.
Let's do it again.
You know we got a train in the morning, right?
Yeah, I do, actually. Yeah.
Bring it back.
Not again.
- Yeah. - No, not again.
This is Tiger Radio One
in Bangkok on 104.1.
Nick, where are you going buddy? Nick.
All right, you guys.
I hate you.
Hi, you've reached Nomi.
Leave a message and I'll get back to you.
Hey, it's Nick.
I've been getting some good sun.
Called to tell you about it.
Hope you got home okay.
I've been getting some good sun.
Called to tell you that.
Got these for the boys.
That's great.
Welcome home.
You got an offer.
For what?
A fight, tough nuts. What do you think?
Who knows I've been training?
I didn't say a word.
Well?
Come on, you fuck.
So put that jab out there.
What're you, punching him in the tits?
Come on.
Hands up.
There it is.
Right on that front leg.
All right, stop.
What're you, telegraphing that switch?
I can see it a mile away. Can't be doing that, right?
I don't wanna see you picking that foot up, right?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Yeah? You know this, right? - All right.
Good.
Don't let him get away with that, Walter.
Oh, sorry honey. Gym is closed.
Does it look like I'm here to fight?
It's cool.
What's up?
- Are you Nomi? - Yeah.
So you're that boy.
The one that's been hanging around my daughter.
Yeah.
You know, when my mother...
When I was pregnant,
my mother knew I was gonna have a girl.
She told me that baby
is gonna show you the real meaning of life.
So when Nomi was born, I knew she was that baby.
You see, I know my kid.
I tried to teach her how to survive here,
how to keep herself from being hurt from men
that would do anything...
to get what they want from her.
I did the best I could.
Nomi's a tough cookie.
Maybe too tough.
There's no such thing.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Hey, Irish...
wanna know what the key to a woman's heart is?
Be there.
I'm actually a whole bunch of different European races.
Whatever, baby.
I'm not allowed to answer the door.
Hi, is uh... Nick home?
No.
I just came to wish him luck.
Do you know who I am?
Yeah, that's a bad idea.
What? Wishing him luck or... me in general?
Both.
It's superstition.
I'll tell him you stopped by, but after the fight. How's that?
Boys are ridiculous.
Who was that?
How's your weight?
I'm two pounds over.
Who was it?
Nomi.
Hey!
What are you doing here?
I... just came to make sure you're staying out of trouble.
You look good.
Thanks, so do you.
Flattery will not work.
You cannot have your job back.
I shouldn't have left like I did.
Yeah, we... We both did things we shouldn't have done.
I heard you came to the wake.
Yeah.
I'm sorry.
She wasn't in any pain, so...
Anyway, I brought you something.
There is a track on this flash drive
that I think is the perfect walkout song.
Thanks.
Do you wanna come?
I leave tomorrow to South America,
I have like, a full month of shows.
Flying on the red eye.
I'm bad luck anyway, right?
That's what your boy just told me.
Yeah, you probably wouldn't have liked it anyway.
I should pack.
I haven't even done it and...
I... Yeah, I should go.
I'll see you.
You can call me if you want.
Why would I do that?
You get lonely?
Do you?
All the time.
Okay go. I hate goodbyes.
Nicky.
You don't have to win.
I know.
Where the hell is this boy?
Gee, Nicky. Glad you could make it.
It's called fashionably late.
How about we get you fashionably taped?
You're good?
- Great. - All right, warm up.
Thanks, Mack.
For what?
Never giving up on me.
Yeah, well it ain't over till it is.
What do you say? Gonna do this thing?
We live for this shit, Nicky.
It's time for five rounds of
full rules Muay Thai.
Introducing first...
fighting out of the red corner,
weighing in at 174 pounds,
fighting out of Rose Muay Thai by way of Bronx, New York,
Nicky "Mitts" Malloy!
And in the blue corner,
weighing in at 171.5 pounds,
fighting out of Khongsittha by way of Brooklyn, New York,
Brett, "The Threat" Hlavacek.
Remember what we worked on. He's got a fat right hand,
he's got speed, he's got that awkward timing crap.
But you've got me, all right? Let's do this.
- You got this. - Do your thing, Nicky,
bust him up.
Loser buys lunch tomorrow?
Lunch and drinks.
I'd shake, but...
Which terminal, ma'am?
- What's your name, sweetheart? - John.
- We have a stop first, John. - No problem.
I can't watch this.
Fight!
What the fuck, ref?
Hands up, hands up.
This isn't anything you haven't seen before.
Right?
Okay, Nicky, you can't stomp a snake
with both feet in the bucket, okay?
Okay?
Relax. Breathe.
Seconds out.
Let's go.
Nick!
Fight!
Come on!
- How you doing bro? Good? - You're okay?
Nicky.
Nick. Or the beginning.
Don't go.
I have a plane to catch.
One more night...
with me.
Okay.
But only because I hate...
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