Your brain trauma is the same
as hitting your head against a concrete wall
for all of your adult life.
If you look into it, you start to see patterns
from a knockout to the price of gas in China.
I did it all. I made a deal with an organization.
Fuck you, Andy! You let the devil inside our house!
Juan Carlos...
If you really want to get out of this shitshow,
look for the one in charge of cleaning it up.
There's a fund for the kids, right?
Show them the money.
Don't listen to him. Throw it to me.
Esteban, you idiot!
-Juan Carlos! -Who's Juan Carlos?
This is all a scam.
Boxing matches, obviously.
The real winners are "Other People."
Our signal is down. We don't know how it happened.
-They're going to ruin our lives. -They were already ruined!
[♪ calm oriental music plays]
Relax...
This is not personal.
[screams]
Fuck!
Metal, no.
It's too cold, don't you think?
Wood. Yeah, that'd be better.
This one is nice, but...
too solemn.
No.
This one's too ugly.
And this one?
It's from the Midas series.
It's solid oak with a titanium structure and silk interiors.
-Silk? -Yes.
-How? The silk goes inside? -Yes, sir.
-What for? -Comfort.
[Carlota laughing]
It's kind of weird it has silk inside.
Babe, we're just about to finish.
Come on...
[Andy sighs]
It's a tough decision.
Did your brother ever tell you if he imagined himself in...
No, right?
Good morning.
Mr. Perez Padilla.
[Carlota continues laughing]
Excuse me.
How are you doing?
I think I need a...
[continues laughing]
-I need a drink. -A drink?
[Carlota] Mm-hmm.
She was the same when we buried her mother.
Pills and alcohol.
It makes sense.
Hernan, this is so sad.
I don't even know where to start.
Better if you don't start.
Don't hurt yourselves.
Wow!
Thanks, Irasema.
It's nothing.
No, really. Thank you for everything.
You know, my dad was working on a similar investigation.
-About match fixing and I thought-- -No, dear, no.
It's best if we don't talk about this.
They're threatening us.
Didn't you see what they did to Saul?
Yeah, so imagine...
Let's conduct ourselves as usual.
After the fight, we'll see.
You think they'll stop after the fight?
It's not going to stop until we find out
what they want and why.
No, stop. I know you.
You'll start digging around like your dad,
and then everything blows up.
Think about the kids.
Did you think of them while you emptied their bank accounts
because an imaginary friend told you to?
-It's not the same thing. -Oh, it's not?
Those people don't stop and neither do I.
[bell dings]
[crunching sounds]
How's your wife taking it?
She's in shock.
Shocked.
I can imagine.
He was starting to get good.
With the bandages,
mixing the shakes...
Hey, Sixto?
-No, nothing. -[cell phone buzzing]
Nothing.
I'll go get my pills.
I don't get it.
How does someone trip into a fishbowl
and end up drowning?
[buzzing continues]
Okay, spill it.
Tell me.
Tell me what you're thinking.
Come on, spill it.
We killed him.
[buzzing continues]
Fucking hell.
No way.
-We didn't kill him. -Come the fuck on, Andy.
We killed him.
We did.
No way.
I'll fix this.
[buzzing continues]
"Fix this"?
-What the hell? -Hey, listen...
You're not the only one who's sad.
-Calm down. -This goes beyond being sad.
It's not sadness, dude.
We have to cross the fucking hells of guilt.
Yeah, that's true.
But I'm not the dumbass who spoke out
on national television.
And I didn't let these fuckers into our lives.
[buzzing continues]
We have to talk.
About the funeral.
What about it?
You can't come.
You can't.
What?
I can't have you talking to the water cooler, asshole.
Fuck off.
You have no shame.
Esteban...
Why didn't you tell me anything?
Huh?
Why didn't you tell me you were seeing things?
I would have helped you.
-What? -So you would have helped me?
Andy, I mean...
-Dude... -What?
You're the one who needs help.
Yeah.
-So I need help? -You're so in denial.
-And in a big way. -I'm in denial?
-In denial? -And about many things.
Look, there you go.
Denial? Please tell me more, doc.
I go to therapy, that's why I know.
-Really. -So you know...
No, I mean...
Well, you need to quit therapy, because it's not working for you.
-There you go. -What? It's my wife!
Stay in denial, go ahead!
-Avoid your issues. -"Avoid"? What does that mean?
What the fuck are you saying?
Deal with your life and stop fucking everyone else's.
-Stop fucking everyone else's. -I'm fucking your life?
I'll deal with it when I stop dealing with yours, asshole.
It's like having a little kid.
Without me, you'd be a crazy fucker standing by a traffic light.
-Get the fuck out of my house. Go! -I'll leave, yeah.
Go fuck yourself.
I wish I had the courage to leave for good.
I'd be so much happier.
-What's up, babe? -Asshole...
No, yeah, I'm fine...
Asshole.
So you're seeing things?
Yeah, a bit.
A bit.
[♪ peppy music and drumbeats playing]
The number you tried to reach is unavailable,
leave your message.
Dr. Pellicer, please pick up.
I'm very anxious. I think I'm having an outbreak.
I'll go buy the flowers. I'll be back in a sec.
I'm going to fix myself up while I'm at it.
I love you. We'll make it out of this.
[♪ music and drumbeats continue]
[sighs deeply]
Yeah, that's it.
[quiet indistinct chatter]
My deepest condolences.
Thanks, Jorge.
Hi, my love.
I'm sorry, I had to take another route.
Is this the one?
-This one. -Right?
And I got you this bottle.
-Only two drops. -Two or three.
No, just two, my love.
-Or I'll tell your dad. -[indistinct chatter]
-I also brought the tonic... -That was no accident.
-Fine. -Wait a moment, honey.
-Let's see how it goes with Felix. -A little respect.
Did you come here to talk about boxing?
In a funeral?
Really?
Are you even related or what?
I'm an uncle, twice removed.
-Oh. -I'm a cousin twice removed.
How convenient, twice removed,
you'll respect the family, there's a dead fucking body there!
We're just chatting.
-He was a good boy. -Thank you.
-My deepest condolences. -Thank you.
Carlota, my dear...
You know you can find a mother in me if you need one, honey.
Jose... I'll call you.
Mom.
-How are you? -Hi, son.
-How are you, dear? -I'm glad you came, such peace.
It's going well, right?
What happened to your face?
My face?
-What? Where? -Some bug bit you or what?
Nothing.
Be right back, I'll see about the flowers.
[♪ peppy music and drumbeats playing]
Mom, what are you doing here?
What happened to your face? What did you do?
-Let me see. -What do you mean?
I'm in big trouble, mom.
When aren't you?
No, this time's for real.
You pinched a nerve with the needle.
Mom...
I closed a deal for Esteban which I should never have done.
The kind of deal that can cost someone's life.
Saul's.
I can't handle the guilt anymore.
Don't you dare say a word.
Let's see this
with a bit of hope.
Maybe you'll stop your bullshit and find yourself another boxer.
Hi.
Carlota.
I'm so sorry.
I can't imagine what you must be going through.
I'm here, whatever you need. Really.
I need my brother.
I'm so sorry.
[sighs]
[Irasema sighs]
That kid wasn't even 30.
His birthday was coming up.
So...
how's the article going?
I'm changing the subject.
"Fight fixing."
I think I found something
that's worth investigating further.
[Facundo sighs]
Look, one thing is to investigate the commission,
but do you know how many journalists have died
for investigating organized crime?
I need to know what's really happening.
Fine...
but I don't.
[♪ dramatic music playing]
I don't know why you didn't tell me about your visions.
I couldn't tell anyone, Sixto.
Disease is not weakness.
And I have experience working with sick boxers.
Sit down.
I spent many years in Cuba in the special forces,
under the guidance of the Vietnamese.
You didn't know that one.
No.
I wasn't expecting that one.
You didn't expect it or imagine the amount of shit they taught me.
Pure survival.
Have you heard about...
Plato's allegory of the cave?
Yes, Plato...
Plato proposes a scenario.
Three prisoners are born inside a cave.
The only thing they've seen in their life is a wall.
Behind them there is a fire.
And what are the prisoners seeing?
Shadows.
Now, if they could turn,
they would see the fire,
and their jailers.
But most important of all,
they could find a way out,
from a jail that's only in their minds.
[♪ somber music playing]
[inhales and exhales deeply]
Let's try to fix your mind, Esteban.
I have a technique that might untangle
what you've got inside.
Strange things will come out,
but I hope you understand them.
Can I stand guard, please?
You damn kid.
[inhales sharply]
[♪ light instrumental music playing]
Fuck...
[breathing heavily]
Thank you for coming.
He left us.
Oh, fuck...
Fuck.
-Are you okay? -Yeah.
Yes, I'm just too sad.
Thanks.
Lulu?
Yeah, it's me. Is the doctor in?
Okay. Yeah.
[quiet indistinct chatter]
Sorry, thank you for coming.
Thanks.
Thank you for coming. Sorry.
I'm at a funeral, doc. I can't go right now.
No...
I can't wait till tomorrow. I have to go downstairs.
[sighs]
I'll call you later. Thanks.
[pants, inhales]
[groans]
[exhales]
[inhales sharply]
[exhales]
Shit!
[♪ upbeat music playing]
[sniffs, groans]
Asshole.
[♪ music continues]
[coughs]
You're going to hit the speed bag to the rhythm of each click.
Switch arms,
from left to right,
left to right.
Left, right...
-Slow like that? -Yeah.
Let's see.
Like this?
Great.
That's great, son.
I'll ask you a question each time you hit it...
and look at me each time you answer.
Fine.
Is it like trivia or something?
I learned this from the Russians. It's like a Soviet trivia.
Ready?
Who fucked you up?
Fucked me up?
-You can't think about it. -Fuck how?
Each time you mess up we start over.
Why'd you start with that?
Just answer and be honest.
I'm going to start with an easier one, okay?
Do you like your work?
Yes.
Do you lie?
Sometimes.
-Who do you envy? -No one.
-Look me in the eyes. -I'm doing it!
You can't doubt.
Let's go.
Let's continue.
Yes.
-Do you like your work? -Yes.
-Do you lie? -Yes.
-Who do you envy? -You.
Do you have hallucinations?
They said I do, but, yeah.
-Let's start again. -Fuck! It's the truth...
You're lying to me.
You're not answering honestly.
Ready?
Let's go.
-Do you like your work? -Yes.
-Do you lie? -Yes.
-Who do you envy? -You.
-Do you have hallucinations? -Yeah.
-Did you see your kids' first steps? -Which one?
Fucking hell, it's just...
Go on. Let's go.
-Did you see your kids' first steps? -No.
-Do you think you're a good father? -No.
-Do you deserve to be happy? -Yes.
-Did you fail your family? -Yes.
-Does God exist? -Yes.
-Do you think you're a god? -No!
-Look at me. Are you a god? -Fuck, what is that question?
-Are you a god? -Of course not!
-Do you deserve what you have? -No.
-Do you deserve to be happy? -No.
Who fucked you up?
-Who fucked you up? -Everybody!
-Who fucked you up? -Everybody! Fuck it.
Stop. That's enough.
Stop. I don't like it, Sixto.
It's not about you liking it.
This is about work.
-Do you like your work? -No.
-Can one reason with you? -No.
-Do you regret your addictions? -No.
-Can you reason with clarity? -No.
-Are you a good man? -No.
-How were you born? -Alone!
-Who fucked you up? -I don't know.
-Who fucked you up? -I don't know!
-Who fucked you up? -Who didn't?
Who fucked you up?
[♪ eerie music playing]
[♪ music continues]
[♪ jarring stinger]
Are you okay?
[panting]
Look at me.
Look at me. Huh?
You were lost for a second.
You didn't stop talking.
What's La Fonda?
I'll see you tomorrow, Sixto.
[shoes clomping]
Andy?
Yeah.
I was looking for you. Are you--
What happened to you?
Nothing.
I had a tiny issue.
But I'm fine now.
I mean, I'm not fine, my lip is swollen but...
as long as I take medicine back home,
the swelling will go down.
It's not that bad. I just injected a bit more.
Please forgive me, my love.
I swear I won't inject myself again.
Today was about you, love. About you.
Shit!
I want to go home, really.
I want to be alone with you
and think about our son.
Or daughter. Whatever comes is fine.
A daughter's good too.
I know you've had a lot on your mind.
Yeah.
I have.
I've been thinking about this
and I don't know how but...
What?
I know you've had something to do with my brother's death.
And if that's true, I can't forgive you.
No...
I mean, how?
[Carlota] Hmm.
You can lie to everyone, but you said you'd never lie to me.
Never! I would never lie to you, love.
I love you, how could I lie to you?
How could I lie to you if I love you so much?
-Andy? -Yes, my love?
My love...
You're lying to me...
I want a divorce.
What?
No.
[footsteps receding]
[♪ somber piano music playing]
[mumbles]
[♪ upbeat music playing]
[breathes heavily]
[♪ peppy Spanish song playing]
Where are we going, Dad?
It's a surprise.
Sleep. Try to sleep for a bit.
We're still a long way out.
[♪ song continues]
[♪ song ends]