[♪ somber music playing]
You had something to do with my brother's death.
I want a divorce.
I made the deal, I pay.
We're done with you, Esteban has to lose.
My dad was working on a similar investigation.
If you go deep enough, you find patterns.
-Who fucked you up? -I don't know.
How could you not be fucked up? He abandoned you in a warehouse.
Juan Carlos. Do you remember me?
I know where your dad lives.
Gato?
-Dad? Let's go. -No, I'm safe here.
What kind of monster tells you to abandon your son?
Do you want to know why they want to control you?
[gunshot]
Fuck.
[♪ dramatic music plays]
[coughs, gags]
[spits]
[retching]
Are you okay?
[Esteban groans]
I'm fine.
Let's go.
[sighs]
[engine starts]
What are they going to do with the body?
I don't know.
Think they'll bury him?
He was my dad.
Esteban, I feel guilty about all that's been happening.
It's been a lot for you, I know.
You just have to do this. Just this and...
And if we do it, we get our lives back.
What lives, Andy?
Everything is a fucking lie.
It'd be great if I died from Felix's first punch.
Stop saying shit.
Imagine dying in the ring, it would be great.
Heroic. Mythical. That would be great.
Instead of throwing the fight.
Losing... here, in Mexico.
We'll be a joke.
Maybe that's true but...
[Andy inhales and exhales]
There's no other way, Esteban. There isn't.
We have to do this.
-We have no choice. -When have we had a choice, Andy?
When have I ever had a choice?
You've always decided everything.
Who I fight, who my sponsors are,
when I eat, shit, train.
I don't even get to decide when I see my kids.
Man.
[scoffs]
I didn't know you felt that way.
Yeah, man.
You knew.
You just didn't care.
You should have never taken me out of that fucking warehouse.
[♪ somber music playing]
What I care about is the future, Esteban.
Your legacy.
It's important to me that people remember you.
You deserve it.
No matter what you decide after the fight, but...
I'm thinking of something we can do.
I don't know about you, but...
We can start training Esti Jr.
La Maquinita.
And then?
Let's get him into the gym, make him buff.
He's old enough for junior fights.
And we start his boxing career.
So you're gonna be Esti Jr.'s manager?
I mean us. You and I.
It's not about business, it's about your legacy.
The thing is we don't kill the brand.
Sure.
-Stop the car. -Wait, what are you doing?
-I'm getting out of the car. -What? Hold on, asshole.
-It's dangerous. -Stop the car! Stop it!
-Esteban, wait!
-[tires screech] -[horns honking]
Esteban!
Esteban. Wait, asshole!
Hey!
[horn honking]
Esteban!
Get in the car! Get in!
Don't do this stupid shit!
[horn honking]
Hold on! Hold on! Hold on, asshole!
[bell dings]
Harry Felix is arriving,
the bitter rival of Esteban "La Máquina" Osuna.
Welcome, Mr. Felix.
Let me tell you, his arrival caused an uproar
in the boxing world.
I'm not surprised at all by that uproar.
Knock out in the fifth.
What's happening with Esteban Osuna?
He's been really quiet and avoiding the cameras.
You're right. La Máquina isn't usually so silent and absent.
My dear Memo de la Peña, I don't want to scare you with this,
but have you seen the shape Felix is in?
He's the rock star of the ring.
Harry Felix looks like the ideal boxer.
He reminds me of a young Esteban "La Máquina" Osuna.
And if we're talking about a young Esteban Osuna,
we have to mention his legendary manager,
Andronico "Andy" Luján, who's made him the man he's today.
Both for good and bad,
because there are many dark stories about that character.
And now, do not get me wrong.
La Máquina had his moment back in the day.
But Felix is the real deal.
Ten of his wins were KO's. Two of those fighters...
[continues indistinctly]
If Esteban manages to win against Harry Felix,
it'll be the surprise of the year.
We won't forget his career
but we can't forget his mistakes either,
and we'll see his last and sad defeat.
He didn't make it.
Should I pick him up at his place?
I don't even know if he'll show up to the match.
What a manager, right?
I'm a fucking joke.
It's very hard.
Please, say something, Sixto.
What?
Say something...
Shit on me, tell me anything, tell me what you're thinking.
Listen.
All I know is we're the last thing we do.
It's not fair but that's how it is.
"We're the last thing we do." That's right. Tell me more.
-What? -Tell me more.
Sixto, I'm in deep shit, tell me more, please.
Don't leave me like this, don't be cruel.
At least insult me, asshole.
I'm heading to the gym.
Last round.
How are you going to finish?
What should I do?
Magic, Andy.
Do magic, asshole.
[telephone ringing]
[beeps]
Hello?
You just don't get it, do you?
We'll have to meet in person to explain it to you.
How do I know you won't hurt me?
If we wanted that, you and your sons would already be dead.
Write this down.
[♪ dramatic music playing]
-Morning. -Morning.
Which will it be?
Pomegranate.
Go on.
[door opens]
Turn around.
We need you to stop investigating.
I know what you want.
You don't know anything.
If I don't, why did you call me?
So you'll stop before you regret it.
Take it as a courtesy.
I know everything is connected.
This goes beyond boxing.
You're just like your father.
Remember what you felt when he died?
Don't do the same to your kids.
As we speak, someone is at your house wiping your computer.
Surely you must have evidence hidden somewhere,
just like your dad.
You can't write a word about this.
In return, we won't make your kids orphans.
Don't follow your father's footsteps.
[♪ pensive music playing]
[door opens]
It's fucked knowing your kids would be better off without you.
Think about it, champ, there are two options.
You either end up with a bullet in your head
or you end up a fucking vegetable.
You're fucking awful.
That's fucking terrible of you.
Look, I know you're about to become a national embarrassment.
But I only want to help you, champ.
Are you sure you've considered all of your options?
What if you grabbed everything you have left and ran away?
No.
I won't leave without my kids.
What if you were in a terrible car crash on your way to the arena?
I'd just be delaying the inevitable.
And if you didn't survive the crash?
You think too much about your legacy, don't you?
But your career is as fake as me.
"Semi-pro state champion from Jalisco, welterweight division."
You won this one for real?
It's cool.
What's this?
Don't tell me.
[chuckles]
What a nice hiding spot.
[sniffs]
[exhales deeply]
You know? You're lucky booze doesn't go bad.
Come on, champ.
With all the shit you're carrying,
it's best to defeat yourself already.
[♪ soft somber music playing]
[sniffs]
Don't waste it, champ.
What's up?
[groans]
What's wrong, champ? Come on, breathe.
Calm down, are you okay?
[groaning]
Wait, wait--
[groaning]
I'm a product of your imagination. I can't feel a thing.
[Esteban grunts]
[laughing]
Esteban.
You almost broke your hand.
What are you doing here, Irasema?
I'm going away, Esteban.
I'm taking the kids with me.
I'm scared.
You can see them when this is over.
I'm sorry, Esteban, I have to do this.
It's for the sake of our kids.
[sniffles]
Forgive me, honey.
Oh, Esteban.
[rattling]
[♪ mariachi song playing]
[♪ song ends]
[♪ dramatic music playing]
I ran out of battery, that's why I'm calling from this one.
What else do you want? The money is in the account.
I'm paying for that fucking plane. I decide when it takes off.
I'll call you 15 minutes before I get there.
And then you start the plane.
It's an international flight.
Write this down. "It's an international flight."
[grunts]
It's my money, all funds are going to that account.
I'm closing it because I'm moving abroad, okay?
Leave 100 pesos and move the rest of the money.
Let's think that La Máquina is focusing,
-and is working hard to give a good fight. -Let's hope so.
I doubt that La Máquina will surprise us this year.
I've been knocking for ten minutes.
-[indistinct chatter on TV] -[turns off TV]
I just... I didn't hear you.
You didn't go to the gym today, or yesterday.
I saw Felix training, and I tell you, he's tough.
If we don't make some adjustments, he'll take you by surprise.
What's going on, Esteban?
Esteban?
What's happening?
I have to lose the fight.
By knockout.
Could you tell me who they are?
I don't know, Sixto.
And that's the problem, that nobody knows.
This is Andy's issue
and not even he knows.
But...
they want me to lose the fight.
[sighs]
This place is real pretty.
It's the third time I've come back after a failed marriage.
[chuckles]
Well, thanks for letting me in.
What do you want?
I've fucked up many times in my life.
A lot.
In fact, I think that's what I'm really good at.
Fucking things up.
And yet,
that fuck up with your brother, I really didn't...
I didn't see that one coming.
And I feel like shit because...
I'm so sorry that you lost someone so important--
Are you here to try and get back together?
No, not really.
It's just that, our marriage always was--
Weird?
No, not weird. I mean,
it was a mess, but a pretty one.
That's why my loss is twofold, Andy.
I lost my brother...
and I also lose you.
Thank you for coming to say sorry.
I didn't come so you'd forgive me.
How could I ask you that if I can't forgive myself?
[exhales deeply]
I only wanted to say goodbye.
I'll leave now.
I wanted to give you this.
Remember?
It's the one the Dalai Lama gave me.
When he came to the Auditorium, remember?
It's better if you have it.
Okay.
[♪ somber music playing]
Have you heard from Andy?
No.
I know, it tastes like shit.
Well, son...
it's time.
If this is the last one,
then enjoy the little play.
It's been an honor being with you, champ.
It was a good run.
[knock on door]
What's up?
I thought you wouldn't come.
[Andy scoffs]
How could I ever miss it?
I'll leave you two alone.
Here.
Your milkshake.
Thanks.
It's fucking packed outside.
For real.
You're a trending topic and all that.
Esteban...
I've been thinking about what you said.
And you're right.
I disrespected our friendship, didn't I?
But I don't want it to be like that.
And you do have options.
You really do.
Our families will be alright.
Trust me, that's taken care of.
The rest is up to you.
You can throw the fight and give them what they asked
and then we'll see what happens.
But if you want to go up there and give it your all...
I'm with you.
Hmm?
And if we're fucked,
we're fucked together.
[audience cheering]
[announcer] Ladies and gentlemen,
good evening and welcome
to the Arena de la Ciudad de México
for the main event of the evening.
Now, entering the arena...
The Legend of Jalisco,
Esteban
"La Máquina"
Osuna!
Tonight, he is the champion.
He wears the solid black trunks.
He scaled the welterweight limit of 147 pounds bang on.
His professional record, 56 victories, seven defeats...
[continues indistinctly]
And now, set to make his ring walk,
please welcome the reigning, defending,
undefeated welterweight champion of the world,
"Handsome" Harry Felix!
His professional record a perfect one.
Twenty-six fights, twenty-six victories,
and proudly representing his home London...
[continues indistinctly over radio]
Take your luggage and bring it home.
[sighs]
Thanks.
[sighs]
Right here in the city of emperors,
México City,
the fight starts now!
The stage lights up to witness the story of "La Máquina" Osuna.
My dear Memo, this has just begun.
That's right, we're about to see history in the making today.
The first round begins.
The boxers greet each other and the fight begins immediately.
Harry takes the center of the ring
and sends La Máquina to the ropes.
Harry Felix attacks but La Máquina defends himself.
-He looks dazed. -No points for anyone yet.
They're measuring each other.
Let's see who comes out on top, Memo!
La Máquina goes on the offensive--
What a counter. A hook from Harry Felix.
And now a jab to La Máquina's face.
La Máquina is in trouble, he hugs him.
What's happening? Why's he going for the hug so soon?
It's the first round and things don't look good.
How can we defend this?
This is just gearing up and La Máquina already looks tired.
He looks tired and exhausted.
-Move on. -Come on, Máquina.
Move.
Let's see if Harry Felix can take advantage of this!
-Knockdown. -I told you, Memo. I told you.
One...
two...
three...
four...
[panting]
Four, hold on.
...five...
six...
seven...
eight...
[continues panting]
-[indistinct yelling] -[heart thumping]
...nine...
ten.
La Máquina rises.
[cheering]
I don't know if he'll last ten rounds,
but we have a fight.
I don't know if I'll be able to make it. But I'm about to explode!
This is heating up. La Máquina has to find his way!
He's dodging Harry Felix!
That's the rhythm that made him a legend!
This is La Máquina we know!
Come on, man!
[indistinct yelling]
What are you doing, champ?
Are you really listening to him? After all he's done to you?
Felix executes a very strong combination.
The referee has to separate Felix and him.
[audience cheering]
What a fucking beating you're taking, champ.
What's just happened? Did he see the Virgin Mary or what?
If I didn't know better, I'd say you really want to win this one.
La Máquina has to find consistency.
He has to give two good rounds and move from there.
Come on, champ!
Someone bring me my heart pills.
La Máquina dodges everything Felix throws at him.
What a dodge by La Máquina Osuna.
Harry Felix attacks, but La Máquina counters.
It looks like La Máquina is coming back to life.
-That's your boy right there. -I knew he was in there!
Surely he knows something we do not.
-[bell dings] -[audience cheering]
La Máquina ends this round strongly.
[cell phone buzzing]
[exhales]
-Hello? -Why did he get up?
-He has to lose. -You took your time.
Sorry, I have to hang up. The fight's getting good.
-Fine. Come on, champ! -[cheering continues]
Here comes the combo, here it comes.
[grunts]
I'm telling you, champ.
Work the body, you're Mexican, man.
I'm surprised you're not working the body.
Keep your distance. That's it, champ.
That's great, champ. That's it, champ!
[laughs]
That's it, champ.
[bell dings]
My dear Memo, you know what they say,
fifth time's the charm.
That's right. La Máquina has picked up a second wind.
Harry Felix looks desperate. He can't land any punches.
-La Máquina is a ghost. -He looks and searches but can't find him.
[bell dings]
And the round is over!
Harry's hugging Osuna against the ropes!
-This round has a clear winner. -I can't believe it.
Enjoy it! Put everything into it!
-[audience chanting] Máquina! Máquina! -[cell phone buzzing]
-[chanting continues] Máquina! Máquina! -Hello?
-Listen, if Esteban doesn't lose-- -You listen to me, asshole.
If you want me, you know where to find me.
Don't be stupid.
Watch the fight and we'll deal with this afterwards.
-Sammy, the sixth round is on. -And nothing is set in stone.
Felix has proven to be a sponge, dear Memo.
Harry Felix is connecting the blows he couldn't last round.
He has him against the ropes. La Máquina has to escape!
[bell dings]
The bell saves La Máquina,
who lives to fight another round.
"La Máquina" Osuna has us in a roller coaster of emotions.
I don't want to see you on the ropes!
-Will he make it? -It's too early yet.
If we're going to get fucked,
I don't care if they forget about me,
but they'll remember you.
Bring out the magic, man.
Alright.
It's the last one, man.
[audience cheering]
Youth was no rival for the experience of "La Máquina" Osuna.
Just look at the spectacle La Máquina
is giving us in the seventh round!
He's revealing himself! He's scoring points!
We're witnessing La Máquina recover the style
that made him a legend.
It's the best we've seen in 20 years!
What a marvel. How good it feels, how great it is to have an idol!
This is why we live, for days like this, Sammy.
This is what this country needed.
We have two rounds left,
and even if he's being dominated,
Felix's still a world-class fighter.
-Let's not celebrate just yet. -I won't.
I'm calling on every witch in Catemaco
to cast a spell on Felix and freeze him out.
Harry Felix is growing in confidence.
He's going forward more.
La Máquina is still on top, I believe.
I'm on my knees.
-[bell dings] -[all cheering]
Sammy, another one. Just one more.
What did you think of this round?
Where's Andy?
-Andy? -Where is he?
He can take care of himself. Focus on the ring.
-Andy? Where's Andy? -Focus, son, please.
Hi, Irasema.
I'm leaving you this message just to say goodbye.
[♪ soft instrumental music playing]
To Doctores, please.
[announcers speaking indistinctly over radio]
Could you turn the volume up, pal?
A victory for Esteban Osuna is approaching!
Thanks.
It's a story nobody believed!
He's bleeding!
Memo, the blood is flowing now!
The ring is all covered in the red liquid!
The round is finished!
Very well.
The fucking wound's open again. Close it.
Sammy, we're in the last round!
The whole of Esteban's career has come down to this last round.
It's the moment of truth, Memo.
La Máquina is covering himself in glory.
He has proved that he's one of the greatest in boxing history.
Look at me. Look.
Finish what you started, not here,
what you started so many years ago in Guadalajara.
This is the last round.
Be happy, son.
Enjoy it, take it in and be happy.
For fuck's sake, let's go! Come on!
-[audience cheering] -[bell dings]
[cheering grows louder]
[♪ inspirational music playing]
He's all yours, champ.
[bell dings]
[♪ music continues]
♪ Owner of you ♪
♪ Owner of what? ♪
♪ Owner of nothing ♪
♪ A harlequin that makes your soulless skin tremble ♪
[bell dings]
[♪ Andy continues singing in Spanish]
[loud cheering]
Ganamos!
[announcer] Ladies and gentlemen,
a round of applause, please,
for these two warriors!
[cheering]
After 12 rounds of action here in México City,
we go to the judges' scorecards.
All three judges score this bout identically.
One-fifteen to one-twelve.
For your winner by unanimous decision,
and still, Harry Felix!
It's impossible!
Memo, Memo, they've robbed us!
Memo, they stole the title from us! Damn it!
-It's alright. -Sammy, I can't believe it.
What appeared like a clear victory for La Máquina
has turned into a controversial defeat by unanimous decision.
They robbed us! They stole it from us!
-[sobbing] -[audience chanting] Máquina! Máquina!
Máquina!
Hi, Irasema.
[Andy] I'm leaving you this message
just to say goodbye.
You and the kids will be fine.
Esteban as well. I've fixed everything.
But you'll never see me again.
I've left everything fixed with the judges.
No matter what he does, they'll never let him win.
Welcome. Good night.
You know that in this business everything can be bought.
I got us into this mess, Irasema.
[in English] Three hundred and fifty thousand euros.
I know that.
And now I have to get us out.
Sixto Javier Lenin Moncada Ramírez.
I've left you all the money.
Everything to the account I mentioned.
If I were you, I'd burn everything, Irasema.
Think about the kids.
But I need you to say something to Esteban.
Please tell him how proud I am of how he's giving it all in the ring.
Tell him I love him very much.
♪ Owner of you ♪
♪ Owner of what? ♪
♪ Owner of nothing ♪
♪ A harlequin that makes your soulless skin tremble ♪
-[cheering] -[♪ Andy continues singing in Spanish]
-Where's Andy? -I don't know.
[audience chanting] Máquina! Máquina! Máquina!
[audience cheering]
La Máquina says goodbye,
and has given us the best fight of his life, Sammy.
The title was ours, Memo!
In people's hearts, Esteban is the undisputed champion.
[♪ symphonic music playing]
[lock clicks]
[♪ peppy music playing]
[fists thumping]
My arms are hurting.
Hurt? They'll always hurt.
Very good, boys, very good.
But after, you'll see that big smile come out.
-Listen to trainer Esteban. -This is for fun.
That Wallos is already ten times better than you.
Move. Move. Keep jumping.
He has way more Máquina than you.
[♪ Spanish pop song playing]
He's gonna be the real money-maker.
I miss you, man.
[♪ song continues]
Forward, forward, forward.
[♪ song continues]
[mumbles excitedly]
[yells]
[♪ song continues]