Have you experienced any memory loss?
Heard or seen things that aren't there?
They knocked me out in the first round.
We have a rematch, man.
Esteban "La Maquina" Osuna
won't make it past the second round.
He's gonna make the weight, right?
Huh?
Exactly a hundred and thirty-nine pounds.
Hello?
Did you like our trick at the weigh-in?
-My name is Esteban. -I'm Zamira.
This can end up as a big disappointment.
-[man yelling] -[groans]
"The World Boxing Council invites 'La Maquina' Osuna
"to bet his belt in a welterweight world championship fight
"against the current champion,
"Handsome" Harry Felix!"
[♪ ominous music playing]
IT'S TIME TO PAY
IT'S ESTEBAN'S TURN TO LOSE
OR YOU'RE BOTH DEAD
♪♪
Three minutes up, one minute down.
Come on. Let's go, man.
That's it. Well done.
Do it like you mean it.
Professor?
You know all these fights are online?
Where do you think I got them from?
You recorded the entire Internet?
I'm old school, son.
Atlantic City.
Felix was a beast in the third round.
A beast? He was a groundhog.
You do your thing.
He was a meerkat looking for help...
Esteban, focus on your work.
-You wanna take a look? -Later.
Twelve weeks fly by.
I avoid you.
Hook. Cross.
♪♪
Who are you?
What do you have there? What is this, asshole?
Calm down, Andy.
It's me, man.
Jaguar.
Fucking Jaguar.
It's your bandage, right?
It's all good. You're good.
Go work some more, man.
♪♪
[cell phone ringing]
-Verito? -Yes?
Oh, honey...
Thanks for returning my call.
Maybe you don't remember me. I'm Andy Luján.
How the fuck could I forget you, Andy?
I need to ask you a favor.
See, I lost a manager's number, I think he's retired now.
[Verito] Mm-hmm.
They called him Caicedo.
Yeah, he's retired now,
but not by his own choice.
Can you get me his number?
I'll look for it, okay?
Can you send it via WhatsApp, honey?
-Yes? -Can you do me a favor, Andy?
Anything you want, babe.
Lose my number too, please.
[line beeps]
Sixto.
What do you think?
He looks good.
But don't tell him or he'll get lazy.
Yeah, he looks good.
Time.
Breathe.
[pants]
-What's up? -How's it going?
Hey, can you help me out with something?
I wanna take this girl I met out for dinner.
-Somewhere nice. -What girl?
-Zamira, the one I told you about. -The dancer.
I've run out of restaurants.
Dancer, right? That's good.
I know a nice one. She'll be impressed.
But not too fancy, man.
Esteban, first get laid and then you start saving money.
-Third round is up next. -I'm serious, dude.
I'll handle it, that's why you pay me.
Fucking hell!
[commentator speaking indistinctly on TV]
Basañez, all the moves
of this "Handsome" Felix are impressive.
-He has speed, cadence, rhythm. -Come on.
-He's fantastic. -All the moves...
Do you see how he gets inside?
Just by doing that, he's adding three inches to his reach.
But I can do that.
No, no time to change your attack.
Let's work on defense because Felix is gonna be tough.
Time.
He's a fucking Adonis.
Adonis?
You gonna go Greek or what?
Stop bugging the champ. Come here.
Adonis...
Think before you talk, son.
-I need you to do something for me. -Tell me.
That girl...
-The dancer? -Yeah.
-He likes her a lot. -He does, right?
I need you to watch them for me.
Chaperone?
-Chaperone? No, watch them from afar. -Oh, spy.
Spy? How old are you, man?
This isn't a movie. Watch them.
Like this. Just watch that he doesn't fuck up.
The fight is near.
Don't let him fuck up.
You're good, you're good. Look at that smile.
Spy? You're a...
Where you going?
Stay here, pretend you came in to do something.
[indistinct chatter]
[♪ Spanish song playing]
[indistinct chatter]
The rhythm, Sixto.
Sorry, I got distracted.
-He's losing rhythm. -He zones me out.
-Focus, man. -His presence throws me off.
-I'm going to be in the fight, dude. -Time.
-[bell dings] -[yells]
Champ.
-Yeah? -I almost forgot.
I need you to sign these for me.
-Alright. -They're for charity.
Okay then.
You're looking good.
If you say so.
Okay.
But being stressed is okay too.
Hey.
[marker scribbling]
I sometimes talk to myself as well.
Stress is a bitch.
People think you're crazy when you talk to yourself.
But it really isn't bad.
You think I talk to myself?
Yeah, well... I don't know.
I mean, sometimes...
I hear things, you know?
The other day, I heard you in the car.
Last week, in the shower.
I sometimes camouflage and kinda disappear,
but I'm there.
No, man.
But you're okay.
You don't hear anything.
I think you're doing fine, man.
Strong. Strong.
[bell dings]
-Time. -Thanks, champ.
Alright.
-Three minutes with the rope. -Come on, again?
We did it this morning.
Esteban, that was yesterday.
It was this morning, Sixto.
I told you it wasn't.
-You're so stubborn. -I told you, it was yesterday.
[cell phone chimes]
Fucking hell.
♪♪
I'm gonna get lost for ten minutes. Don't let anyone come in.
Someone comes in, I send you back to your dad.
Yeah.
[indistinct chatter]
Privacy, pops.
Lock it up.
[line beeps steadily]
Hello?
Caicedo?
Yes. Who is this?
[sighs in relief]
What's up, man?
-[Caicedo] Eh? -Eh?
Who are you?
It's your pal, Andy Luján.
What the fuck do you want?
You're not even a bit happy to talk with me?
What do you want, Andy?
I'll be quick. I just need to ask you a favor.
Do you remember we made a deal
involving both of our clients?
It was years ago.
You're not so dumb to talk this over the phone, right?
I know, but I'm in big trouble.
-I just need the names... -Which names?
...of ones who orchestrated the deal, do you remember them?
Listen, you son of a bitch.
Why don't you say it like it is?
The fight we fixed.
♪♪
[inaudible dialogue]
They've come to collect. Am I right, dipshit?
I just need to know... their names.
Or an address. That's all I need.
There's no address. Nothing.
How can that be?
Do you know who you're dealing with?
Or did you bend over without asking questions?
I was young, that's why.
[breathing heavily]
Is there a way or not, Caicedo?
Just tell me if there's a way, man.
Caicedo?
Is there a way to know who they are?
Yes, there is, Andy.
I'm gonna send you to the carwash, ask for the pomegranate one.
And then?
A messenger will meet you there, but...
I can't guarantee you'll make it out alive.
♪♪
-Walos. -I'm sorry.
[Esteban chuckling]
Don't laugh.
He's been acting up.
The teacher said he's attacking other kids with a pencil.
Well, yeah, it's normal at that age.
I'm going to sign him for fencing classes.
[Esteban] Hmm.
[Walos chuckles]
Behave yourselves.
[Walos speaks indistinctly]
You didn't tell me how was your visit to the doctor.
-What did he say? -That I'm fine.
Fine.
Just that?
Yeah, everything's fine.
Well, I'd love it if the father of my children
didn't end up a vegetable.
Let's not exaggerate either.
The other day, I read in an article...
that in the history of boxing,
no middleweight over 36 years old
has come back from a knockout.
Hombre, no.
I'm not a fan of statistics.
[Irasema] Uh...
Yeah, right, only when they suit you.
I'm serious.
I just feel like...
they don't tell the whole story.
Look, when I was a kid...
I had a lot of energy.
In the ring, I would punch with such force,
full of anger.
But I didn't know how to box.
As time went on,
I learned how to box...
and I started to have fun.
I enjoy it.
[elevator bell dings]
Come in. They are waiting for you.
Thank you.
Hi, Irasema.
-Hi, Tere. -What a surprise.
I know.
♪♪
[indistinct chatter]
Hi, Irasema.
[knock on door]
Who do I have to pay to take down that horrible photo?
[man laughs]
We're not taking it down. You look nice in it.
-I look like a teacher. -How are you?
-I'm fine. -Great.
Hey...
[man] Eh?
"A fierce look"?
You used that one last week.
Well...
I stole that phrase from your dad.
A thief who robs a thief. You're both the same.
He became too lyrical in his old age.
I think someone was helping him by that point.
[Irasema chuckles]
To what do I owe this visit?
Can you believe they called me from the network?
They want me to cover Esteban's fight with Felix.
-Cover it? -Yeah, a post-fight interview.
With your ex-husband?
You know them. All they want are viral moments.
They offered four times what they used to pay me.
Can you believe it?
I'm glad they're finally paying
for that head full of stats you have.
-[Irasema chuckles] -Hmm.
What did you want to ask?
[Irasema sighs]
You know I've been wanting to write
about something other than boxing.
The other day, I saw Esteban knock Protasio out
with one punch.
Everyone went crazy, but I kept thinking...
Ten years ago, there weren't as many knockouts.
There've been more knockouts
in these past five years than in the last twenty.
It's because the Commission and the sponsors
want more rating, more show and spec--
-More viral moments. -Exactly.
And who gets fucked?
The boxers.
They end up with trauma and concussions
that ruin their lives.
How do you think the commissions encourage that?
Well, I'm not sure...
but that's why you take the lid off the pots.
Where do you want to start?
"La Chiquita" Morales.
I know you know where he is,
and I know he's been having a hard time.
I'm going to ask you two things.
If you're going to interview him,
please, don't let him know beforehand.
And secondly, please, take care.
Okay?
I promise.
[♪ calm oriental music playing]
[sighs]
[sighs deeply]
[exhales, inhales]
[mumbles]
[groans, tuts]
Hi, son.
Mom.
Come on.
How many cycles have you done?
-Three. -Three?
You'll dehydrate. Get out of the egg, come on.
Get out, mom. It's my turn.
I have to make some decisions, and I'm too stressed.
Of course you're stressed.
I heard you having sex with Carlota last night.
Mom, stop spying on me, please.
You have to do it softer
or the baby will come out too aggressive.
We need a baby to cheer this house up.
[sighs]
Mom, I'm not going to fail you.
You always do.
Come on, stop complaining about it.
I'll give you a baby.
Get out, it's my turn to use the egg.
[groans]
Mom, we said we'd use a thong.
Shit, there it is.
[mumbles]
Your oxygen retention is good.
[Esteban] Hmm.
And your mile time is lower.
But next week won't be as easy.
So this one was easy?
You can complain for the whole month,
but we're talking about the title fight.
Turn around.
Crap.
Bring me the shake.
Yes, professor.
[grunts]
[mumbles]
They tell me you're going to see a lady.
Yeah, Sixto.
I'm kinda nervous.
Rocky Marciano trained like a monk.
A month before the fight, he would quit everything.
He wouldn't call or meet anybody.
And the final week,
he wouldn't look at or shake hands with anyone.
And obviously...
no women.
Are you really gonna say what I think you're gonna say?
On the contrary.
If Rocky Marciano...
wanted to be a fucking monk,
why did that fucking gringo throw punches for a living?
[Esteban laughs]
And talking about women...
I'm seeing in your stats...
that a bit of cardio wouldn't hurt, if you get the chance.
Well, yeah...
Ma'am, are you sure it's here?
Yes, it's here.
I thought "La Chiquita" was dead, ma'am.
That's what many thought.
Do you want me to go with you?
No, thanks, Manu. Just wait here.
-[train horn blaring] -[dog barking]
[knock on door]
[baby crying in distance]
-Hello, good afternoon. -Yeah?
Does Mr. Morales live here?
[Morales mumbles]
Thirty to one.
He's like that all day,
repeating things I don't understand.
Let's see what he says to you.
Thanks.
Nine, two, two.
Champ...
I want to ask you some questions.
Do you remember
if your doctor ever advised you to stop fighting?
[♪ dramatic music playing]
Has the commission supported you over the last years?
Nine, two, two.
I had to lose.
What do those numbers mean?
I had to lose.
I wasn't supposed to win.
No.
[Morales breathing heavily]
Nine, two, two.
[Morales mumbles]
Thirty to one.
That's the odds of you winning.
I lost.
Don't call me champion.
[Morales breathing heavily]
Who told you she could come in?
Who are you?
If you want to talk to my client, you talk to me first.
I'm sorry, I'm a fan and I just wanted to meet him.
Forty point two.
Didn't you use to be on television?
A long time ago, yeah.
And what are you looking for?
I only wanted to ask the champ some questions.
Well, the champion has to go.
Nine, two, two.
Champ, let's go.
I'm sorry, I had no intention of bothering you.
Seek and you will find.
[Morales mumbling]
You don't wanna be snooping around.
-I lost. -Come here.
Forty point two.
Come.
[horn honks]
♪♪
[clearing throat]
Which one do you want?
The pomegranate.
Go ahead.
♪♪
[exhales]
[door opens]
Turn around.
Just look at the foam.
What do you want?
I wanted to see if we could renegotiate
and find another solution.
Another solution?
Yes.
I have a lot of properties. A lot.
I have a bit of money saved up too.
I say "a bit" out of modesty, it's quite big.
I know he's just another boxer for you,
but you're gonna fuck his life up.
Why do you want him to lose if you've supported him so much?
I made the deal with you. I'll pay.
-He doesn't know about this. -Look, asshole.
The only thing that we can negotiate is who dies first.
Esteban's kids? Your wife?
Your mom? Sixto?
We won't chop anyone into pieces.
When it happens, it'll look like an accident.
We're done with you.
It's Esteban's turn to lose.
[door opens, closes]
[panting softly]
[groans]
[footsteps]
[♪ slow tense music playing]
BOXING PROMOTERS TO BLAME
THE FIGHT AGAINST MACEDO IS FIXED, PESOA DISCLOSES HIS SUSPICIONS
[♪ music continues]
Said out loud, it sounds even crazier.
This goes way deeper than match fixing.
It's all about the definition of the cultural moments of our time...
Mom?
Dear, you scared me.
Who is he?
Come here.
♪♪
I have come across data...
That's your grandfather's voice.
[man speaking Spanish on tape]
And what's that?
This?
It's a tape recorder. Look.
...it can influence a country's elections,
and if you influence that,
you control the stock markets, finances, everything.
If you look into it in depth,
you start to see patterns in the numbers,
in everything from a knockout
to the price of gas in China.
The problem of looking into this
is that I have a career and a family.
Cheers, Maquina.
[♪ upbeat music playing]
Hello, Maquina.
Hey.
Hmm.
They've said hi like ten times.
I'll just say hi back.
-Hey, what's up? -But who is it?
I don't know.
People I don't know.
This is a famous people restaurant, I think.
So...
I guess they're used to say hello to them.
But actually, I think they're staring
because of you.
Yeah. Because...
Because you look so beautiful.
That's why.
Thank you.
No, you're welcome.
[Esteban] Mm-hmm.
[sighs]
Had you been here before?
No. I hadn't.
But my manager, who loves food and all that,
he kind of...
To be honest, I haven't gone out in a while.
I'll tell you some other time.
Too many things have happened.
I know. I read your Wikipedia.
-No. -Yeah...
You probably read a bunch of other things.
-Excuse me. -What's up?
This is The Nostalgia.
It has cacao soil from Kenya,
a Maracuya cotton candy cloud,
and, to top things off, some gold bread.
Gold?
[waiter] Mm-hmm.
Fourteen karats. You could even pawn it.
-And can you eat it? -Yeah, it's edible.
-Really? -Enjoy it.
Don't you lose money?
Wow.
-Can you eat gold? -You can eat gold.
-Sí? -Sí.
[speaking Spanish]
Maquina.
-I'm your number one fan. -What's up?
Could I take a photo with you?
-Sure. -Do you mind taking it?
-Of course. -Thanks, really.
Perdón. Sí.
Let's do a funny one.
As if we're about to fight each other.
I do a little boxing too.
[mumbles]
Here it goes.
[Esteban] Mm-hmm.
Alright.
Cool, it's a great sport.
Champ.
-Alright then. -Have a nice dinner.
Thanks, you too.
Hey.
Do you want to leave?
-Yes, please. -Right? Let's go.
Yeah, but...
You've had yours, now it's my turn.
Okay. Fine, perfect.
[♪ upbeat music playing]
[♪ pop music playing]
[grunting, panting]
[Carlota moaning]
[gasps] Andy...
Here it comes.
Here it comes. Wait, don't move.
[both grunting, moaning]
[Carlota exclaims]
[Andy grunts sharply]
-What's wrong, babe? -Nothing, babe.
You're stressed about something.
No, no, I'm fine.
Andy, you only fuck so well when you're stressed.
What's up?
It's nothing.
Fine. I'm a bit worried, yes.
I'm trying to close a deal with some Russians.
For a brand of vodka and they're a handful.
You're lying to me.
Ay?
[stutters]
Why should I lie to you, my love?
Wow.
You really are lying to me.
You're the love of my life, how could I ever lie to you?
You can close a deal in your sleep.
Yeah, but you don't know these fucking Russians.
They start with the vodka and they don't know you anymore.
-And I just want to say... -I'm fucking with you.
[Andy] Ah. [chuckles nervously]
Set another 10 minutes.
But I know you're worried about something.
And do you come here often?
I was going to say yes, but no, not really.
Well, you'll see. Here...
[♪ mariachi music playing]
It's here.
Damn.
This looks like the dive bars from my childhood.
[♪ music swells]
Oh, look at that.
-Now we're talking. -You see?
This place has a great vibe.
What's up?
Pour a bit more for me, please.
Are you a dancer too?
Dancer, choreographer, plumber...
Whatever pays the rent.
Don't listen to her, she's a real artist.
-Eh? -Mm-hmm.
She uses her body
and mixes it with blood, fire, dirt, everything.
What?
Sí, sí, sí.
To be honest, I don't understand much about this,
but I also work with blood.
Yeah, I'm a boxer.
-So then... -Yeah, we heard.
I always bleed on this side.
Enough about blood, let's go dancing.
Yeah, let's go.
[♪ peppy mariachi song playing]
It's the first time I've danced sober in years.
-Ah. -[mumbles] Hey.
[both gasp]
[indistinct chatter]
[♪ song continues]
[buzzing]
Ah.
♪♪
[grunting]
[yells in Spanish]
Vámanos.
[♪ song continues]
Aah!
[indistinct chatter]
[screams]
[cheering]
[♪ song continues]
Damn.
I can't feel my face.
Really?
You don't feel this?
Let's try.
[Zamira chuckles]
A bit, but I'm kind of numb.
[Zamira] Ay.
And why are you a dancer?
Well, I started because of my father.
Mm-hmm.
He was a dancer.
I remember I was hypnotized when I saw him.
As if his body was talking to me through movement.
I fell in love with it.
[♪ soft romantic song playing]
And you?
Why boxing?
Because of my dad as well.
[Zamira chuckles]
He used to take me to a place...
A kind of sketchy place
called "La Fonda."
They had boxing there...
and I was little.
I don't know. That's the answer I give...
in interviews.
[speaking Spanish]
I don't know.
I think I just loved my dad too much...
or maybe I wanted to please him, who knows.
And why do they call you "La Maquina"?
[♪ song continues]
Honestly... I don't know.
Well...
And if I said you don't kiss like a machine.
[♪ song continues]
[Esteban snoring]
[knock on door]
[continues snoring]
[knocking continues]
[Esteban groans]
[Esteban mumbles]
Hey.
-Hello. -Hi.
Um... Eh...
Is the champ here?
[toilet flushes]
Who are you?
I'm Saúl.
Nice to meet you.
[door closes]
Champ.
Esteban?
[footsteps approaching]
I heard you, asshole. Why are you following me?
Andy told me he needed to see you.
-Who? -Andy.
Fuck.
But why didn't you call me?
Just one fucking call.
I called you.
-But you didn't answer. -Of course I didn't answer.
Why?
You're a fucking virgin, right?
-Son of a bitch. -I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry.
-[keys jingle] -Um...
-Do you want to come in? -I'm sorry, I do know him.
-It's okay. -And it's an emergency.
A real emergency, right?
Yeah.
-"Yeah"? Come on, man. -Yes, it is.
Well, yeah, dude.
Yes...
Hmm...
[Zamira] Um...
So, are you coming in or...
No, it's better if you don't let him come in.
-No, thanks. -Okay, then...
Me...
Will you call me?
-Okay. -Alright then.
I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry.
It's nice around here.
Asshole.
-Fucking hell. -She's cute.
Son of a bitch.
[Saúl chuckles]
I admire you.
Come on, let's go, asshole.
[drumbeating]
[sighs]
[moans]
[sighs]
[inhales and exhales]
[clears throat]
[groans]
[sighs, clears throat]
[door opens]
Andy!
Fuck, fuck, fuck...
[winces]
[grunts sharply]
What the hell?
Andy.
What the hell?
What the hell, man?
-Are you okay? -Yeah.
Come on, man, I was having a great time.
What's wrong? Saúl told me it was an emergency--
Do you remember the Delgado fight?
Do you wanna talk about that now?
Round six.
You were in the corner...
And you were saying, well, you said to me,
"I wanna get in bed."
You remember?
[Esteban] Sí, güey.
I was fucked up.
Remember what I told you?
I said, "Give me one, just one.
Just one round. One more fucking round..."
[Esteban] Hey.
"...and after that,
if he knocks you, you take the year off."
Yeah, one says a lot of bullshit when one's in the ring.
I already knew you were going to win.
Of course I was going to win.
No, Esteban, wait.
I...
I knew you were going to win.
You're a great fighter.
-For real. -I'm a bit better than that.
-A hell of a fighter. -Yeah.
Hell of a fighter. The fucking best.
Or one of the best.
Because they've been helping you.
Don't fuck around with that!
They've been fixing your fights.
Not all of them. Just a few.
The one against the undefeated.
-At Caesar's Palace. -Yeah, right.
I made a deal with some people.
What people?
I don't know, man, I really don't,
but they've been helping you.
Right. Hey, I'm gonna go, man.
You're drunk and it's making me want to drink.
No. They contacted me, Esteban.
Fuck, that's crazy. Those damn people.
They contacted me, Esteban,
after your magical win against Protasio.
How did you make the weight
if the judge refused the bribe?
How did you make it?
Answer that one.
Now they want you to lose. Against Felix.
And what if I don't want to?
Then we die and that's that.
[laughs]
Die? Come on.
-What do you mean "we die"? -Don't laugh, man.
"We die"? Are you serious?
How do you expect me to believe you? How are we going to die?
I knew you wouldn't believe me. Not at first.
You're too stubborn.
Not the first or second or third time.
No way I believe you, get in here.
I'm gonna beat the shit out of you.
Whatever. That doesn't matter.
It matters to me.
I could use some fucking you up.
They contacted me since Jalisco.
Once you went pro, they looked for me.
Ah.
Why didn't you tell me?
What for?
It was better if you didn't know.
For whom?
What's the matter? We made a ton of money. Who cares?
That's what I wanted to hear, asshole!
You greedy little bitch.
Oh, now I'm greedy, dipshit?
How the fuck did you buy this jacket then?
Do you want to hear the truth?
Fuck it then.
Okay, I'll tell you the fucking truth.
I didn't think you could beat Delgado.
That's the truth.
How the fuck not?
I knocked him out, dude.
-You were there. You saw it. -You were drunk, Esteban.
You were drunk when you entered the ring, right?
That dude trained for a whole fucking year.
He stopped everything else.
He was on his way to World Champion.
Did you really knock him out?
Did you really?
Yeah, man.
[Andy sighs]
Oh, Esteban.
I left the tape for you.
Watch the tape. Just round six.
That's all you need.
Just watch it.
Then you tell me if you deserved to win.
[door slams]
[sighs deeply]
The sixth round begins.
So far, none has gone in "La Maquina's" favor.
He desperately needs a change of strategy.
Osuna has to leave the ropes
and connect the hook that's saved him in the past.
But wait. "La Maquina" connects and Delgado has to step back!
Another hook and Delgado is on the floor!
Unbelievable. He has knocked him out!
[tape rewinding]
So far, none has gone in "La Maquina's" favor.
He desperately needs a change of strategy.
Osuna has to leave the ropes
and connect the hook that's saved him in the past.
But wait. "La Maquina" connects and Delgado has to step back!
Another hook and Delgado is on the floor!
Unbelievable. He has knocked him out!
-[tape rewinding] -...leave the ropes
and connect the hook that's saved him in the past.
But wait. "La Maquina" connects and Delgado has to step back!
Another hook and Delgado is on the floor!
Unbelievable. He has knocked him out!
Delgado's on the floor! What a historic moment!
Osuna has achieved a resounding knockout.
Look at how Delgado falls. It's amazing, Delgado can't get up.
After all the points Delgado had,
he's losing by knockout.
The count continues...
[tape rewinding]
...another hook and Delgado is on the floor.
Unbelievable. He has knocked him out!
Delgado's on the floor! What a historic moment!
Osuna has achieved a resounding knockout.
Look at how Delgado falls. It's amazing, Delgado can't get up.
After all the points Delgado had...
[sighs]
♪♪
Use your strength! Smash his fucking face!
[breathing heavily]
[♪ dramatic music playing]
-[voices echoing] -[fists thumping]
Keep your guard up!
Move those feet.
Move! Faster!
[fists thumping]
[thumping continues]
Come on. Stay focused!
Two punches each.
Come on. Very well.
[♪ music continues]
Two punches each.
[voice echoing]
Come on, Esteban, again.
One, two, three!
[voice echoing]
♪♪