What's the matter, love? You are worried about something.
-I'm okay. -You are lying to me.
Why would I, love?
I'd love it if the father of my children
didn't end up as a vegetable.
Champ, I'd like to ask you some questions.
Do you remember if your doctor ever suggested you stop fighting?
I had to lose.
I sometimes talk to myself as well.
You think I do?
Two for each one. With strength!
I know, but I'm in big trouble.
I just need the names
of the ones who orchestrated the deal.
What do you want?
I made the deal with you. I'll pay.
Listen, asshole, Esteban has to lose.
Andy!
They've been fixing your fights.
Don't fuck around with that!
-I knocked him out, dude! -You were drunk, Esteban.
Watch the tape. Then you tell me if you deserved to win.
Now they want you to lose. Against Felix.
-What if I don't want to? -Then we die and that's that.
Unbelievable! He has knocked him out!
Good morning.
-[♪ dark music playing] -[siren wails in distance]
How did the champ sleep?
Did he rest?
[wailing continues]
[wailing fades]
Morning...
Coffee?
I'm in trouble, right?
Here comes the fun part.
You're under arrest.
-Fucking shit! -You tell me.
[Esteban clears throat]
Look, I did my research,
and you shouldn't mix this with alcohol.
No...
What are you doing here?
-[♪ peppy dance music playing] -[guests] Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
You're a cop, right?
Yeah, for some years now. But tell me about yourself.
That was a real shit show, champ.
[officer] Hmm...
Fuck...
-[♪ music continues] -[cheering]
[all scream]
[♪ music continues]
[all yelling]
Fuck off!
You are "La Máquina."
He's "La Máquina." Can we take a selfie?
This is the moment in Hollywood movies...
when they ask for a lawyer.
-Really? -Yeah, and I have one.
So, I want my lawyer.
I hope it's not that condom-face dude out there.
No... no.
No, that's my representative.
Yeah.
Juan Carlos.
Esteban "La Máquina" Osuna.
Why don't we cut to the chase?
So...
How much is this going to cost me?
Ah.
A lot of money.
About 40 ringside seats.
-Ringside? -Yeah.
Damn.
I'm joking, champ, I don't want anything.
You don't remember me, right?
Yeah...
but I don't remember where from.
A few years back, you were in another mess.
Remember the zoo?
You were... How can I put it?
Buzzed over your victory against Manny Alonso.
[Esteban] Hmm.
Yeah.
I helped you out that time.
You probably don't remember, you were high as a kite,
but you did something I'll never forget.
On our way to the station, I told you my son was your fan.
I asked for an autograph.
You offered something else instead,
so I took you to see him at the hospital.
-Was he sick? -He was.
He's no longer suffering.
Oh!
I'll tell you one thing, champ.
Your friend out there is not looking after your best interests.
I know.
But he's still handling my stuff.
I'm not talking about yesterday's shit show.
I'm talking about another type of situation.
From your babbling in the police car,
I gather you're in one hell of a mess
with your next fight.
Yeah.
[♪ dramatic music playing]
This stays between us.
Of course.
Absolutely.
If you really wanna get out of this shit show,
you should look for the one in charge...
of cleaning it up.
Especially if he owes you a favor.
-Alright, Juan Carlos. -See you next time.
Hopefully, we'll meet in better circumstances.
Sure, yeah.
Yes, of course.
-Thanks. -Don't get in trouble.
[door hinges creak]
[door closes]
[♪ soft pensive music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
What?
Haven't you seen the new one?
Hey, what are you staring at?
[chatter continues]
Luján, need your signature.
Sign here.
Okay. Here?
What's up?
Look, here's your shake.
It's got peanuts in it.
It's a milkshake, dude.
Don't say "shake." It's a fucking milkshake.
That's what Carlota calls it.
Fucking hell.
What the fuck, Esteban?
Yeah.
Dude...
You knocked two policemen out.
What the hell were you thinking?
Nothing! I was drunk as hell, man.
You can't act like this right now.
Aren't you fighting against Felix?
You can't do this shit now.
Why not?
[Andy stutters]
They're watching us.
-Now is not the time. -Who is?
The ones who fix fights?
Like in that fucking video you gave me?
Yeah? Who are they?
I told you. I don't know.
-Just tell me. -Esteban...
-Tell me already. -We can't discuss this here.
What language do they speak? Are they Russian? Chinese?
Chinese? There are no Chinese here, idiot.
They're from everywhere then.
A Russian-Chinese-Gringo cartel?
-It's not a fucking movie, dude. -They're giving you a cut.
Am I right?
Don't you know me, asshole?
It's because I know you, that's why.
That's why I know they're giving you a cut.
Can we talk about this later?
Why later?
Because they hear everything, man.
Everything.
Well, let's take advantage of that.
Let's find out who they are.
Máquina, you're free to go.
Great.
Let's go.
Thanks.
-Bye. -See you.
Nos vemos.
[♪ drumbeats]
We have to be careful with these things for a while.
What things?
What the fuck, Irasema?
What the hell are you doing here?
What do you mean? You were arrested, Esteban.
He can't fight Felix like that.
He can't. He'll get hurt, Andy.
I hate when you talk as if I wasn't here.
You don't just relapse.
And it's been twice in a week.
Twice, Andy.
-He's under a lot of pressure. -Thanks to you.
Listen, when this is over, we'll put him in a fancy clinic.
Whatever it costs.
-Right. -But let me remind you...
you divorced this asshole.
It's not of your concern anymore.
-Really? -Yeah.
This has nothing to do with the fight.
Esteban...
Don't worry. You and the kids will be fine.
Me and the kids?
Fuck.
It's all over now, asshole.
-What the hell did you do? -You'd better stay out of this.
Why? What are you hiding from me?
It's better if you don't know.
For once, you'd better tell me what's going on.
Sit down, asshole.
-Sit down, Andy. -Fine, fine.
Look, we made...
No, sorry, I did. I did it.
I did it all. I made a deal...
with an organization.
An organization?
What organization?
I haven't got a clue.
It's not what you're thinking.
They weren't politicians. Or narcos.
Definitely not.
No.
They were "Other People." I don't know who, but worse.
I fixed several matches with them.
They never asked for anything.
No, never.
They said they'd come back when it was time to pay,
but they hadn't looked for me.
I thought they'd forgotten about us,
but now they want us to pay.
What do they want?
The fight against Felix.
They want me to lose.
[sighs]
That's it.
Are you happy now?
No, Andy, I'm furious.
From all the shit you do.
We agreed we wouldn't do these things.
These people don't mess around.
So now you're a crime expert?
Fuck off. You don't even know them.
Fuck you!
You let the devil into our home, Andy.
Now you're talking about the devil?
[Andy sighs deeply]
It's been a blast, right?
You enjoyed it while we were at the top!
So this is the top?
Really? This the top?
Last time I checked, my marriage was ruined.
and my ex husband is Mexico's favorite junkie.
-Irasema. -Don't call him that.
-Poor asshole. -Shut up.
Shut up, Andy. I'm sick of you.
[sighs]
What if I get injured before the fight?
Or we get a doctor's note...
We're not in high-school, asshole.
What if he tests positive for doping?
-That's it. -Has that ever mattered?
[Andy] Eh?
These assholes always get away with it.
You have to get into that fucking ring.
You have to.
And you have to lose.
They threatened to kill us, Esteban.
He's right.
Fucking hell!
[Esteban grunts sharply]
[sighs]
Can we trust them to leave us alone if I lose the fight?
No, we can't.
But we can't take the risk, you have to lose.
Alright then.
It's a deal.
Oh, fuck.
Fuck, Esteban, I didn't want it to be like this.
Me neither.
But I'm going to ask you...
to get out of my house, please.
-Me? -Yes.
And while you're at it, go fuck yourself.
Uh...
Fine.
I'll leave.
We have to keep up appearances until the fight.
Yeah.
When we met at the gym and at events...
we'll just wave at each other.
But we've nothing left to say.
Fine.
I'm going to take this, it's starting to smell.
It smells real bad.
I'll leave it downstairs.
We're doing an interview tomorrow.
I told you.
[sighs]
I said you couldn't trust him.
I know you love him and that awful mother of his, but...
God knows what else he's been hiding from you.
I know, dear, but...
what's done is done.
-Come on, Esteban. -No, please, just listen to me.
Look...
You think I could've done this on my own?
Without Andy's help?
Esteban...
You're a great boxer,
maybe one of the best.
But I also know that a boxer fights two, three times a year,
leaving him plenty of time to do stupid shit.
Fix this, Esteban.
It's fixed.
We agreed I'm going to lose the fight.
[sighs]
[♪ unsettling drumbeating]
[♪ ominous synth music quavers]
[♪ drumbeating continues]
You're ovulating right now.
Huh?
Andy's really stressed.
That's not my fault, is it?
No.
I know him too.
I'm not just his...
-Driver? -Right hand.
[Andy speaking indistinctly]
We're family.
I've thought about it and it would be nice
if you brought a kid into this world,
despite your age.
[door closes]
Everything okay?
Want a full report, asshole?
-How was it, love? -Fine.
That's how kings are. They always fuck up.
Bad thing he hasn't trained in six days.
You killed the story about his outburst, right?
Yeah, nothing a few ringside tickets won't fix.
Respect, sir.
I'm just sorry for you, kiddo.
Why?
You lost your ringside seats, dumbass.
-Thanks for your solidarity. -No...
What?
Look, remember the new girl from the spa?
-It's just that... -Wait.
I like her and I asked her out.
You think that's important right now?
Really?
Did I lose my tickets too, Andy?
-Are you serious, love? -No?
No way, I'd never do that to you.
Use mine then.
-Hold on. -He's my brother.
And my brother-in-law, but I make the rules here.
Thanks.
Thanks for what, asshole?
-[Carlota chuckling] -[cell phone buzzing]
Was I meeting my mom?
No.
-Andy? I'm ovulating. -Yeah, I know.
-We have plans. You and I. -I know.
[buzzing continues]
Hello?
What's up, Ma?
What? Who?
With Reina? Who's Reina?
The girl I like from the spa.
Oh, yeah, we're close.
We're a block away, Ma. Traffic was horrible.
What are we doing today? Wraps?
Right, I love the fish.
[chuckles nervously]
Yeah, Ma, get ready. I'll see you there.
I love you too, Mom.
Hang up, Mom.
No, you hang up.
[♪ calm oriental music playing]
Tea?
[Josefina] Mm-mm.
[♪ music continues]
Hello, Yuki.
I'm late, Ma.
Hi, son.
[Andy clears throat]
-Tea? -Not now, thanks.
[Andy sighs deeply]
[Andy sighs]
[exhaling]
[♪ music continues]
Your sperm count is too low, my dear.
They told me it's uncommon for a man your age
to have such low numbers.
[Josefina chuckles]
Nothing surprises me anymore.
Why did they give you my results, Mom?
Because I'm your mom, sweetie.
[Andy scoffs]
Do you really want to talk about this now?
When do you want to talk then?
I don't want your wife to know how few swimmers you have.
Please, son.
Can you leave us alone for a bit, Reina?
Excuse me.
Mom, I swear Carlota and I are having tons of sex.
They told me it could be an issue
of undescended testicles.
-What? -Or emotional stress.
[sighs]
I know for a fact it's not the first.
I've seen them, baby.
I mean...
Here's a brochure with information
on how to improve your sperm count.
No cigarettes, no alcohol,
and you need a more "fertility-friendly" lube.
Not that toxic stuff you and Carlota use.
Mom, stop going into my bathroom, please.
[sighs]
Andy, Andy...
Besides, Carlota likes the smell of that one.
You know what smells better?
A newborn baby.
You have to hurry.
Carlota is not getting any younger.
And your father-in-law needs a grandson
to leave his fortune to.
[water sploshes]
Son of a bitch. These fish are fuckers, son.
[sighs deeply]
Give me your hand, son. Your little hand.
My baby.
Just breathe.
[inhales and exhales]
[both inhale and exhale]
[♪ Spanish pop song playing faintly]
Nice look, champ.
Sit down, I don't bite.
Relax, take it easy.
Coconut?
I'm not used to this sort of stuff.
What sort of stuff?
This sort of transaction.
Of course not, you're the talent.
Let's start with the fact
that you're way out of your weight division, champ.
You're messing with real heavyweights.
Do you know them?
Have you ever dealt with them?
As with any criminal group, but more so with this one,
I need to know what each party wants.
It's the only way I can close a deal where everybody wins.
Yeah.
What I want is a sit-down with them
and have a chat.
I don't want to stain my name.
It's not only about me, I'm thinking of my kids...
my family, my ex-wife...
and boxing.
This is gonna be my last fight.
I don't want to lose.
It's been too much work.
Too much sacrifice.
It's been too good just to throw it all away.
Look...
If they're holding a gun at your head,
they set the price.
However, in my experience,
if I don't offer them at least this,
they won't even see you.
I just want to return the favor, champ.
Now, if you wanna keep trusting your representative...
we can end this right now.
I'm sorry, but you don't have access.
That's weird. It's my money.
You know you lost control of it nine years ago
over substance abuse.
There's a fund for the kids, right?
-Their education fund? -That one.
-Let me check. -Okay.
I need you to give me that money in cash,
in large bills
and write a note saying I swear to pay it
after the next fight.
After the next fight, I'll put 20 percent more.
Very well.
[♪ fast-paced drumbeating]
[keyboard keys clacking]
What's up, Saul?
What are you doing here?
Andy told me to check on you in case you needed anything.
Since you're not on speaking terms after your fight.
I don't need anything.
I don't know, he told me that...
He said I should keep an eye on you.
"Wherever he goes, you go."
[Esteban groans]
"He" being "you" and "me" being...
-Alright. -..."me."
Well, just respect my space.
Of course.
Did I tell you I met a girl the other day?
No.
She's smart and beautiful, you know?
She is...
[sniffs]
And she always smells like sandalwood incense.
Her name's Reina, she works at an oriental spa
where Andy usually goes.
I'll introduce her to you one day.
She is...
seriously,
she really is...
wife material, as they say.
I even want her to meet my sister.
But I've always had really bad luck in matters...
of the heart.
They always try to pair me with high-class women, rich girls,
millionaire's daughters, and so on.
People think that, just because you have money,
you're set for life, but, no.
Us rich people cry too, champ.
[shower running]
What?
Rich people cry too.
Well, the sons of rich people.
In other words, me.
I dropped the soap, can you give it to me?
Don't joke around, champ.
We're close, but not that close.
No, for real, I need soap.
And two towels. A big one and a smaller one.
-Alright. -Good.
Okay.
The small ones are on top.
You didn't need anything, huh?
What?
At the back.
Where?
Next to the toilet paper?
On the top shelf in the back.
No, champ, since my sister married Andy
I haven't had a girlfriend. I'm nervous.
[whistles]
[♪ peppy music playing]
[sighs]
You tell me when, champ.
Champ?
Fuck.
Esteban?
Baby, please tell me.
One second.
What's that?
It's liver.
You're going to blend it? Gross!
They say it's great. My mom recommended it.
No!
Is that mommy's recipe for your sperm count?
Yeah.
I can't believe it.
-You're not going to drink that. -I am.
Besides, it's "grass-fed."
Fuck!
We're going to have triplets with that, love.
Don't drink that.
I will. Anything for you, babe.
-Anything. -Oh, no!
Let me put the lid on because it smells awful.
This goes straight to the bloodstream.
Gross. You're actually drinking it.
[groans, winces]
That's awful.
I think it's working.
[Carlota laughs]
-It has an instant effect. -Really?
-That fast? -Yeah.
We can do it here, real rough if you want.
-Come here. -No.
-Wait! -I won't kiss you.
Look, I'll shut my mouth.
Andy!
-No, hold on. -What?
Seriously, what's wrong?
That shit upset my stomach.
Nothing's wrong.
Why?
This is the third time you say it's nothing
and that's a lie.
You see right through me.
You always do. Shit.
I don't know if I should tell you.
Andy.
Come sit down.
Sit down and...
Don't judge me, please.
No.
[exhales deeply]
Andy, come on, tell me, it's me.
Fine.
[inhales deeply]
[cell phone ringing and buzzing]
No, no.
[ringing and buzzing stops]
I'm listening.
Yeah...
I'm going to tell you...
but you can't say a thing.
-Hmm? -[cell phone buzzing and ringing]
You don't need to answer my brother.
Maybe I should...
Maybe it's urgent. I should pick up, baby.
Andy...
[buzzing and ringing continues]
Stop fooling around, you're annoying me.
It's just work stuff, and that can always be fixed.
Don't worry.
I have to answer. I can't...
play dumb right now.
[buzzing and ringing continues]
Hello?
You called me, dipshit.
What do you mean he's gone?
No fucking way.
-[♪ soft dramatic music playing] -[siren wailing in distance]
[vehicles passing]
Hey.
Stay there.
They're watching us. Don't turn around.
-And the money? -It's here.
Show it to them.
[siren wailing]
Show them the cash.
[Juan Carlos laughs]
Fucking awesome, man. Come here.
Come here, man.
Esteban!
Stay there.
Why did you follow me?
-I don't wanna see you! -What are you doing here?
You took the kids' money, asshole!
-Stay there! -I haven't moved.
Fuck! He's gone.
-Who? -I have all the money here.
-Is the money there? -He said I should come alone.
-He said I should come here alone. -Who did?
-I'm fixing everything. Everything. -Is the money there?
-Trust me! I have the ca... -I did, Esteban.
[Juan Carlos whistles]
Hey, champ.
Throw me the money. Don't listen to him.
Throw it.
Esteban! What the fuck?
Esteban! You idiot!
[Juan Carlos laughs]
You really thought it was gonna be this easy, champ?
-Esteban. -[Juan Carlos] No, cabrón.
What's wrong?
Let me go!
Juan Carlos!
-Who is Juan Carlos? -Juan Carlos!
-Who is Juan Carlos?
-There's no one here. -Juan Carlos!
Fuck! Goddamit!
There's no one here!
I know, man, I see that now.
Then, man?
He was here, Andy. I swear!
[Andy sighs]
Holy shit.
This is messed up, Esteban.
What the fuck is happening to me?
[♪ dramatic music playing]
[Andy sighs]
What am I gonna do with you?
[whirring]
Is there any stressful situation
that might have triggered these episodes?
No, just the usual.
Are you on medication right now?
Hey, isn't Dr. Suazo available?
I should be talking with him, he should be here too.
I understand, but Dr. Suazo
doesn't specialize in this type of case.
I do.
Of course, thanks.
Do you remember the first time that you saw
or heard something that was not there?
[sighs]
-To be honest, no. -Esteban...
No...
What about that thing two years ago?
Remember?
Oh, that!
Well, that day...
I was leaving the gym...
I was very dehydrated.
I was going down the stairs when...
I thought I was just too tired,
-but suddenly... -He heard a voice.
A voice... What type of voice?
A weird one.
What did the voice tell you?
-I don't know. -Doctor, what is happening?
Mr. Osuna, in the last 20 years,
you've had 72 professional matches.
That's the record, yeah.
Your brain trauma is the same
as hitting your head against a concrete wall every day
for all of your adult life.
You've had a series of strokes,
the damage has aggravated
due to your constant substance abuse,
so your symptoms might be particularly severe.
At first, you might experience forgetfulness or confusion.
But with time, you might develop motor skill issues
and manic episodes.
Mr. Osuna,
do you understand the seriousness of this situation?
You shouldn't fight again.
-Andy, man. -What's up?
It's worse than we thought.
Seriously? What did they say?
He can't fight.
What? How dare she?
[Andy sighs in frustration]
These damn doctors are assholes, Irasema.
He has to get into that ring. These people don't mess around.
Make sure he takes his medicines. I'll take care of the rest.
Fucking asshole.
Okay, champ, your segment will be four minutes long.
You come in, Sammy interviews you,
"How are you?", "How's training?",
"How do you feel?" The usual.
And then, the fight with Harry Felix.
Are we clear?
Ready. We're clear.
Are we, though?
Andy, this is going live.
Boxing is live too, man.
And a whole lot of people watch it, unlike your show.
"He's in the zone," that's how he is.
[♪ pensive music playing]
[sighs]
[♪ bombastic music plays]
Esteban, you had a great comeback against Protasio.
Certainly, it was a very fortunate event,
but Harry Felix is a different kind of beast.
How is "La Máquina" preparing for his next match?
The usual, I train everyday, yeah.
Youth is no match for technique.
Indeed.
Besides, this is not the first time
you climb into the ring being the underdog.
I mean, your most famous fight, against Delgado,
you were four to one against him.
But we all know how that ended, Samy.
-Yeah. -Yes, we do.
And we also know that you're 38 years old.
A fucking dinosaur.
Have you thought this could be your last fight?
I don't know.
And you?
We should ask the audience.
Do you think about your legacy, Esteban?
For me, my legacy are my kids and boxing.
But, so you can understand me...
You're a fucking fraud, champ.
I've been thinking about something lately...
Bullshit.
You're just saying bullshit.
This is all a scam.
[♪ dramatic music playing]
What is?
This.
Boxers, promoters...
Boxing matches, obviously.
In boxing, you usually get into the ring
and sort things out by beating one another.
But reality is not like that.
It's corrupt. It's prearranged.
It's...
Perverted.
It's not about who's a better fighter anymore.
Maybe it was never about that. You know it.
It turns into a game. An ugly one.
Like a chess game. I don't know.
If they want you to win the title, you'll win.
But if they say you don't win...
Well, you don't win shit.
But who are they?
No one knows.
Worst of all, no one cares.
But, Esteban, you won all those fights.
Who's going to win the match? If you ask me, I say I will,
but if you ask Harry Felix, he'd say...
-Me. Me. [chuckles] -Sí.
No matter who steps into the ring,
the real winner is decided by others.
Yes, it is.
What we boxers do, in the end, is make money.
The promoters even more so.
But the winners,
the real winners...
are "Other People."
But, Esteban, you won all those fights, titles...
-[cell phone buzzing] -[muffled chatter]
[buzzing continues]
Cut!
Excuse me. I'm so sorry.
Our signal is down. We don't know how it happened!
Nothing went on air. They're checking it right now.
What? We don't have anything of what he just said?
-No. -Can we do it again?
-Yeah, let's do it. -Can you?
Just repeat what you just told us.
We'll restart the signal and check that it's on air.
Let me check one thing.
[shouting angrily]
Esteban.
What the fuck was all that shit about chess?
Esteban!
They'll ruin our lives. They'll kill us.
They were already ruined!
Since a long time ago.
[♪ calm oriental music playing]
Get your feet in, love.
It's hot.
It's good.
It is, right?
Close your eyes.
Relax.
Be calm.
[♪ music continues]
Relax.
This is not personal.
[♪ sinister music playing]
[water splashing]
It will soon be over.
[choking]
[gags]
[♪ music continues]
[screams]
[♪ music continues]
Doctor Leroux, please go to ward three.
[bell dings on PA]
[Carlota gasps]
Tell me it's not true.
Tell me it's not!
Andy! Tell me it's not true!
Please, tell me it's not true.
No, tell me it's not.
Not Saul, not my brother!
[crying]
Please, tell me my brother isn't dead!
[♪ sinister music playing]
Oh, fuck.
[Esteban gasps]
[bell dings on PA]
[static on PA]
We warned you.
See you on the ring.
[bell dings on PA]
[♪ fast-paced peppy music playing]
[♪ music continues]
[♪ drumroll]