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What the hell are we
promoting here, Jack?

When you've had the belt
as long as I have,

people gonna attack you
from all angles,

which is why the state fair
is gonna be

so darn explosive.

Previously on Heels...

He cut a promo in our ring

like he was a goddamn plant.

I've decided
to challenge Jack

and Ace in a three-way
ladder match.

I don't like that man.

I don't like what he brings out
in me or you or anyone.

You just want us to win.

I just want us to stop having
the same fucking conversation.

Dude, you should be a star.

And right now, you aren't one.

If you're gonna smoke,

can you do it
in the back, please?

We got fans in there
buying jewelry.

I was thinking
about quitting anyway.

I just feel like I don't
have a place right now.

Whose fault is that?

You decided you didn't like

what was written,
so you decided to change it.

You lit the match.
Don't be pretending

you don't know how fire works,
'cause you do.

Why did he do it?

His spirit got broken.

How did his spirit get broken?

Your father, Tom,

he was one tough
sumbitch, Jack.

Always had to have
things his way.

Come clean with me, Jack.

You got some
of your old man's anger?

Oh, man, this is a great song.

Underrated guitar solo.

Saw these guys in '78.

You know what?

Why don't you let me drive
the rest of the way?

Why don't you just
sit back and relax?

If you drive
a little faster, I will.

Staci's got us saving
for a vacation.

I'm not risking
a speeding ticket.

Then let me get one.
I ain't afraid of my wife.

What's up your ass?

Doctor just gave you
a clean bill of health.

Well, I didn't need to go
all the goddamn way to Atlanta

to get my heart checked.

If I croak, I croak.

I don't think your grandson
would see it that way,

so just try and put
a smile on your face.

They told you
to go see a specialist.

Specialist said
that your ticker's good.

Yeah, well,
my ticker's gonna blow

if I'm late
for this Eddie Earl dinner.

You're not gonna be late
for the Eddie Earl dinner.

And I already went by his place
yesterday and teed you up.

The fuck for?

Look, I can manage
my own sponsors.

I need to plant the seed

that we're gonna need money
to fix up the Dome.

If I need help
planting fucking seeds,

I'll let you know.

Pull over. I gotta take piss.

Oh, come on, Dad.

There's-there's an exit
in a few miles.

I ain't too good
for the side of the road, boy.

No son of mine better be
either.

Now, your mom tells me

you've been quite
the farmer boy lately.

Don't know what that means.

Planting other seeds.

Planting seeds in your
brother's head about wrestling.

Well, we were just
bullshitting.

You don't bullshit, Jack.
You're just like me.

You're always operating.

Don't wind Ace up and get him
off track, all right?

I-I... hey, I think it's good
that Ace is taking an interest

in the family business.

He's got
a football scholarship!

It's to a D2 school.

Tony Romo came outta D2!

Ace ain't no Tony Romo.

Hey, you don't know who Ace
is gonna be,

- all right?
- Well, okay, here's what...

here's what I know right now.

He barely goes to class,
doesn't know the plays,

so he's flying
by the seat of his pants

on the team and in life.

And despite
being freakishly gifted,

he's not very coachable.

But you think you can
manage him, huh?

I think the DWL
needs him.

Hey, Dad, we need him.

We need the young,
good-looking, athletic hero

to come after
King Spade's throne, Dad.

Look, I already started
writing a story...

Don't make me keep fucking
telling you, all right?

The DWL is what you and me do.

Ace has a different destiny
away from here.

Well, then, Dad, Dad,

we need a better plan

than choking down spaghetti
with Eddie Earl.

The only footage
that we have online

is from people's cell phones
in the Dome.

All the guys
from your generation

are-are dropping like flies.

We haven't sold out
in five years.

I mean, we're one step away
from running the show

in the fucking parking lot
at a Kmart.

Ebbs and flows, Jack.
That's how it goes, all right?

Ebb's here.
Flow is soon to come.

Well, then guess what.

Wherever the flow's
fucking flowing to,

it needs to start flowing
towards us, or we're done.

And you wanna drag your brother

down into this fucking
homemade quagmire, huh?

I... I wanna help you

save what you spent
your life building

so that then you and me,
we can make it thrive.

Well, I tell ya what.

You pin me,
and you can have it.

Let's get back
on the road.

No.

You put me
on the fucking ground

for a three-count,

and I'll sign over the DWL
and the Dome to you

free and clear.

You can run it
the way you want to,

find out if your way
is the better way,

which I fucking doubt.

Oh, ha!

Is Jack Spade
afraid of his pops?

You know, I know
every one of your moves...

but in the real world,

people don't solve their shit
by fighting.

Shut the fuck up
with that modern-man horseshit

and fucking wrestle me.

- Come on, pussyboy.
- Hey.

- Fucking wrestle me!
- Hey!

Huh?

Come on!

Dad... no!

Come on.

You don't come
for my shit, boy.

Wild Bill just posted

he's definitely
on the DWL roster.

Well, I guess Wild Bill's
my enemy now too, which is sad,

because he was pretty funny
back in the day.

All I remember is, his valets
were so fucking hot.

- Mm.
- Bunny Boopie?

- Bunny Bombshell.
- Bunny Bombshell.

The second they gained weight,
they got replaced.

Yeah, until they reappeared

spread-eagle and naked
in Penthouse magazine.

That's the thing, guys.

Wrestling has treated women
terribly for decades.

We at Dystopia, we're gonna
be beacons for a new hope.

Mm.
How did Wild Bill fall so far?

Lotta bad decisions, obviously.

Look, boss.

This is real. DWL's got heat,

and ticket sales are up
since Wild Bill signed.

Look at fucking StubHub
over here.

How do you know
ticket sales are up?

I tried to get tickets up close

so I could heckle
the shit out of them.

The closest I can get
was row 40.

They're gonna bomb.
State fair's next week,

and they're still doing
fucking tryouts.

They're a joke.

Nah. Jack Spade's
a resilient fuck, Paul.

And Wild Bill's got
a lot of connections.

This fair pops, Jack wins.

I gotta upgrade
my marketing efforts

and finish this fucker off.

Sorry to show up unannounced.

I've been trying
to talk to you, but...

I-I just...
I keep losing my nerve.

So I drove over here to, uh...

to give you this.

I know I really,
really messed up

by going off script
and all that...

all that then happened.

I'm just really
ashamed of myself

and my part of that night
and my choices.

And I really wanted
to apologize to you

at the baptism, but...

...I just... I got stuck.

You gave me a chance,
and I blew it.

I wrote all this down, uh,
in the letter...

just a-about how sorry I am...

...but, uh, also...

...my gratitude.

I may not deserve it,

but if you give me
another chance,

I promise I'm never gonna
let you down again.

I know I could make an impact
at the state fair.

And I have no idea if...

Tricia is still Ace's valet

or how you would even use me.

But I just know
that I will show up,

and I'm gonna work my ass off

and prove to you
that my regret is real

and that I value this league
so much and all of the people.

Thank you for letting me know.

I'm sorry,
barging in here like this.

Hey, Crystal, you didn't barge.

You don't have to apologize.

I-it's your life.
It's important.

You're a good person.

I'm not so sure that I am.

Well, I may not know you
that well, but...

I do know that anyone
who can express contrition

in the way that you did
is a good person.

Thank you, Staci...

...for, um, the coffee
and for saying that.

They're printed
on cardstock, man.

That's expensive shit.

Gully made my pecs look jacked.

Gully got a crush on you, D.

- Psh!
- Looks like we're all invited

to this party
at Gully's mansion.

We should go
crack some skulls, man.

- Yeah.
- Nah, don't wanna mess

with Rooster's first match.

- Let it be.
- Psh.

How'd Gully get so rich?

Family money from up north.

Built on that
by coming down South,

selling fishing
and hunting shit.

Hoo, I wish I came
from money, man.

Nah, Bobby.
The less people help you,

the hungrier you are.

I grew up with nothing.
Made me better, stronger.

I mean, who cared about me
when I was on food stamps?

The government clearly did.

Government
didn't do shit for me.

Who you think
bankrolls food stamps?

- The banks.
- Fuck no.

Food stamps
come from taxes, son.

Government-levied taxes
paid for government-fed,

government-loved,
government-grown

cute little baby Diego.

Gonna have to rethink
my biography.

Who prints a flyer
on cardstock?

Rich motherfucker.

Rich motherfucker
with a crush on me.

Trying to poach you, Diego.

Ways back,
before Gully and Dystopia,

there was a little
upstart promotion.

They got a couple of our guys.

Remember that, 'Poc?

Oh, yeah. CRAWDAD.

Fucking CRAWDAD.

It's a acronym
for Crazy Rassling Assholes

Wrestling Day And...

Dawn and Dusk,
which is like day and night,

except dusk is right in between
day and night, so not exactly.

Never failed:
dudes would leave us,

go wrestle
for a few dozen meth heads,

come crawling back to Duffy
a few months later.

Back to the family.

To the DWL 'cause, fellas,
you know and I know

if you're standing here
right now,

it's not for the money,

'cause I can't pay you
any fucking money.

I'd pay you if I could pay you.

And I really do hope
that one day,

I will be able to pay you
for the money,

but if you are here right now,
it's 'cause once a week,

you get to get in that ring
for a few minutes

and you get to feel like a god.

You get to walk
into the Duffy Dome,

and you don't have a job
and you don't have a boss

and you don't have
a wife up your ass.

I would like a wife up my ass

or anywhere near my body.

- I'm looking for one, Diego.
- There we go, Bobby.

Diego. Look, here, the only
person that you answer to

is the crowd.

We got the best crowd, fellas.

And after the state fair,
we're gonna have the biggest.

So... I say to Charlie Gully

and his FWD cardstock

the same thing that King Spade
would say to CRAWDAD.

Who gives a flying fuck?

Yeah.

Hey, Jack.

Wild Bill's inside... training.

Oh, let's go
and amuse ourselves.

Damn, they even
got nice-ass glue.

- You okay, Boss?
- I'm great.

Just... Bill being back...

I'm great, Debbie.

Don't have to pretend
that you're training

just to kiss my ass.

I don't need to train

to wrestle you two shit bricks,

but I do wanna limber up
before our trip to Florida

to beat Charlie Gully's ass.

Not gonna happen.

Son of a bitch
desecrated your church.

You can't let that shit stand.

But I shall,
because I need to focus

on the biggest main event
in the history of the league.

Now, y'all know me.

Normally, I'd hole myself up,
write the entire main event,

and piss Staci off.

Piss me off.

Piss Willie off.

- Piss me off.
- Piss everyone off.

Thank you.

That's not what I wanna
do this time.

This time, I would like to have
a creative discussion

about the main event.

Then I'll make the final call.

Here's an idea
to kick off your discussion.

I should win.
End of discussion.

Who could have predicted

that you'd have
that perspective?

Says the guy who kept
the belt for himself

by deep-dicking me
six ways from Sunday.

Can we please
scour the Earth

and find a new metaphor
for betrayal?

I agree, Willie.

I've always considered
deep-dicking

to be a reward of sorts,
a gift,

something desired
with anticipation,

longed for, if I may
stretch the metaphor.

Ace, you're right.

I've held the belt long enough.

Yeah. Sure.

You're seriously
gonna give it up?

Somebody else's turn.

Just a matter of who.

Look, I could give a fuck.

I worn hundreds of belts.

This ain't about pride,
but y'all know what's what.

You want the biggest pop
on the biggest nights,

you put it on the biggest star.

C'est moi.

- Bullshit.
- Excuse me?

Bullshit, man.

The whole point of this thing
is making new fans.

Everybody's seen Bill wrestle
a thousand times.

Bill winning's the same old
fucking story, emphasis on old.

I mean, shit,
the guy's speaking French,

which is a fucking
dead language.

You should try it
in the brothels of Paris.

It's very much alive there.

Jack,
the tickets we've sold...

I've sold.

...are getting people
to follow the posts

and previews and recaps.

They're getting invested.

You're welcome.

And if Bill wins, yeah,
they may cheer.

Then they'll never think
about us again.

But if the kid pulls off
an upset...

I don't know,
that feels like something

you maybe wanna come back for.

I gave you a gift, Jack,

the gift of my ass.

And you don't look
a gift ass in the mouth,

'cause that mouth
is my asshole.

Jesus Christ. Willie?

Flip a coin.

Fuck that. It's my turn.

Last time it was your turn,

you cried like a little bitch.

Shut your fucking mouth, Bill.

Hey, hey,
two of you, knock it off.

God damn it.

You let me know when you make
the right decision, Jack.

Is he almost done?

Chill. He's thirsty.

So am I.

Get fucked, third grader.

Say that again, I'm gonna
punch you in the face.

I said get fucked.

Hardest worker I got.

Hey, Staci, the Earls here,
they're looking for you.

Oh, hi, Annie.
Hey, Eddie.

Hey.
Sorry to bother you at work.

Howard, you stay right here.
Eddie.

I-I was golfing
with Mickey Holloway,

and, uh, I was going
on and on about you.

He showed Mickey

the video that I took of you
singing at the baptism...

- Mm-hmm.
- ...and Mickey was just

slack-jawed.

He was just playing it
over and over

and just welling up and crying
real tears, and it was...

Mickey's a softie.

I-I mean, just a bighearted
pastry bag of a man.

But he wants you to sing
the national anthem

at the Georgia State
Rodeo Championship.

- What?
- Yes.

He runs the whole rodeo,

and he wants you to sing
the national anthem.

Staci,
that rodeo's on television.

I don't-I don't know
what to say.

Say yes.

Well, yes, of course. Yes!

Whoo!

Well, I guess this'll be
my first rodeo.

Isn't she funny?

Oh, I'm so sorry.

This is Thomas' school.
Give me one second.

- All right. Okay.
- Hello.

It's a Friday
afternoon in north Florida,

and it is popping, y'all.

I mean, this motherfucker
got peacocks walking around,

trying to out-bird the Rooster.

Come on, look.
Check this shit out.

Check this shit out.
Come on, bro. Hey.

Hey, peacock.

North Florida, baby. Let's go.

You got suspended
for a week.

You can't hit people
out of anger.

Dad hit Uncle Ace
at the hospital.

Uncle Ace broke Bobby's leg.

But that's no excuse for Daddy.

Uncle Ace deserved it.
He is bad.

No, he's not bad. He's just...

He's bad and he cries

and people throw Kleenex
at him and hate him.

That's all pretend.

No, if it was pretend,
people wouldn't be sad

and mad, hurting each other.

It's okay to hurt someone
so they'll know you're mad

because of what they did.

If that is truly
what you think,

then we have failed you
as parents.

Hey, Mister, get back here.

I've gotta go number two.

Hurry up.

You hit Ace at the hospital?

Ace broke Bobby's leg

and I had to get
through to him.

Well, now your son's
getting through the same way.

No, he's going after
bullies at school

who are a year older.

Right, so you think
this is cool.

I-I got in plenty of fights
when I was a kid.

Because you needed attention.

Because I went to school
with assholes.

We're not raising our son
to beat people up.

We have lost
the thread here, Jack.

He thinks we're lying
about wrestling being fake.

That's reverse Santa Claus.

Look, I get why he thinks that.

Everyone at the DWL's
not acting like it's pretend.

Everyone at the DWL
is acting like they care

a whole lot about what happens
and who it gets to happen to.

Isn't that the point?

Not if it's ruining
real-life relationships.

Thomas worshipped Ace.

He's upside down
ever since you turned him heel.

Crowd prefers him that way.

Crowd is a bunch
of terrible people too...

...throwing Kleenex,
mocking him.

You know,
somebody went out there,

bought Kleenex,
passed 'em all out.

I don't understand people going
out of their way to be cruel.

The fucking appetite
for unkindness

is... fucking disturbing.

Crowd's just playing
pretend too.

Shows that they're invested.

Invested in being cruel?

It's not a great environment
for kids, Jack.

It's life, Staci.
It's just good and evil.

Ace wasn't pretending
to be sad.

I think we both know that.

Thomas senses it too.

I don't know how much longer
Ace'll put up with it.

You okay, honey?

Yes.

You need help in there?

Mom, I'm eight years old!

Oh, hey, I forgot
to tell you my news.

What's up?

Who do you know
who's been asked

to sing the national anthem

at the Georgia State
Rodeo Championships?

Hey! How'd that happen?

Eddie's friend saw a video
of me singing at church.

Hey, we ought to pop open
that nice bottle of wine

I got for my birthday.

- No, that's the good stuff.
- Well, we open the good stuff

when we got good news.

I'm so proud of you.

Thank you.

Crystal,
you're gonna kick ass.

Come on.

I'm nervous.

Yeah, 'cause you care.

But I mean,
you got God on your side.

You got me on your side.
You got all of us.

Just get in here and kick ass.

Thanks, Bobby. You're the best.

All right, we'll see you
in a minute. Bye.

Bobby, when you
gon' let her know

that you like her, like her?

Oh, when the time
is right, man.

Don't wait too long.

Women like her
don't stay available.

Drop your nuts and speak up.

- Hello.
- Hi.

What's your gimmick?

- I'm The Dad.
- The Dad?

Yeah, just your average dad
with a passion

for grilling,
drinking beer, and kicking ass.

Sign here in case you die.

- Thank you.
- 'Sup, Crystal?

'Sup, Diego? Debbie?

Oh, uh, hi, Crystal.

Uh, between me and Diego,

we're covered with all
the help we need today.

I'm here to try out
as a wrestler.

Did you tell anyone?

Well, this is
an open tryout, right?

It is. Sign here.

In case I die?

In case you die.

All right, men.
Time to get started.

Willie.

Crystal Tyler wants to wrestle.

All right,
let's go, boys.

Hit the ropes.

Dystopia!

Ace of Spades.

I didn't wanna believe it,
but, uh,

he said you'd show up.

That shrewd motherfucker.

Who is?

I assume the guy
you came to talk to,

'cause I assume
you didn't come to talk to me.

I didn't come to talk at all.

Well, whatever
you came to do, uh,

you can do when he lands,
'cause that's him.

Hey, motherfuckers!

I'm Nozomi.
I like your hairstyle.

Oh, yeah!

Gully's a little different
than your brother, huh?

Hey there, Ice Man.

You here to tell me
I'm dangerous?

Nah, I came to kick your ass.

Ooh!

You mess with the DWL,
you mess with my family.

Take a look, folks.

Feast your eyes
on the embodiment of gallantry.

The what?

You drove all the way here
to defend your family's honor,

to be a white knight,

do what your cowardly
big brother could not do:

put the big, bad fish man
in his place.

I'm not a fucking knight.

Well, that's certainly
how you present...

bold, fearless, duty-bound.

I'm just saying
it's worth mentioning

before you kick my ass.

Why don't you stay?

Drink some of my beer.
Smoke some of my weed.

Let's talk about Ace Spade,
the hero.

Gully is God. Gully is God.

I didn't come up with it,
but it's kinda nice.

Gully is God.
Gully is God.

Gully is God.

Come on.

Y'all better
look the other way.

I ain't signing jockstraps
or jill straps.

That was a good one.

It was stupid.

Uh, ready.

Ready, huh?
Well, let's see it, then.

Hey, Pippi Longstocking.

I'm not screwing around.

Nor am I.

Come on, killer.
Get him!

Lock it up, youth pastor.

- My gimmick's actually The Dad.
- Shut your mouth.

Your gimmick
is to make me look good

so I can stick a woman you love

who I imagine you call...
The Mom.

Now, come on.

Loosen up.

Christ.

Get out.
Go sip some microbrews.

Kind of a shame
I can't wrestle every match.

Come on.

Ho-ho-ho.

There you go, girlie.
You hear the crowd?

I hear 'em.

Hmm.

Aah!

That's good shit.

Slam me.

I don't think I can.

Then get the fuck
out of my ring.

Ooh!

That's enough.
Got what I need.

Why don't we have
women wrestlers?

Way to go, dude.

Thanks.

Sorry, I got delayed.

My... little guy beat the shit
out of a bully at school,

but he got suspended for a week

because right now, there's
a zero-tolerance policy.

- How'd it go?
- Not great.

Wasn't anybody any good?

One guy, The Dad.
It's a fun gimmick.

The Dad. Well, he's hired,

'cause Rooster's gone,
Big Jim's retired,

Bobby Pin's injured,
and we need bodies.

Willie, there had to be
somebody else that was good.

Crystal Tyler tried out,
and honestly, Jack,

she's pretty fucking good.

How many fingers
of Maker's Mark

did you put in your mug today?

I know she's small,
but she is acrobatic as hell.

And what she's really got
is just... it.

You just wanna watch her.

I don't wanna watch a valet.

She can be more than that.

Sure, yeah,
she could go off script

and have Bobby Pin's legs
snapped in two.

Did you forget?

I remember it well.

I remember it was Ace
who did the actual snapping.

Oh, okay, so you gotta
make a choice right now

between Crystal and Ace,
and you're saying

that you choose Crystal,
'cause that's the choice.

They cannot be together
anymore, Willie.

It's not safe.

The fans like her
just as much as Ace.

Bullshit!

You wanna put her
in the main event

with me, Ace, and Bill?

I do.

She's five-foot-nothing.

Five-three.
Who gives a fuck? It's fake.

Well, she can't pick me up.

Can she pick up Ace?
Can she pick up Bill?

She doesn't have
to pick anyone up.

Oh, you think Bob Backlund

could've really beat up
Jimmy Snuka?

You write the scripts.
Have him lean in

like Andre did for Hulk,
for fuck's sake.

And write for the times.
I mean, why do you think

the Real Housewives
are so popular, huh?

Women can be terrible
to other women.

So let's give them
the opportunity

to be terrible to each other
in the DWL ring.

It's not about what she is.

It's about who she is,
and who she is

is the girl who did a number
on my little brother.

I see.

I can't put her
anywhere near Ace

before the biggest match
of his life

and the biggest match of mine.

Well, he sure is lucky
to have his big brother

looking out for him.

Wish you were as concerned
about how Bill makes me feel.

I'm not concerned about you,

because you're not
emotionally immature

and you recognize
that Bill represents us

selling out the state fair.

He's a gift of fate.

Fate can twist.

Everybody else sucked.

You want a cigar?

I didn't come here
to smoke cigars or break bread

or play fucking pattycake.

First off, you
said nothing about pattycake.

Secondly, calm down.
I already sent a crew of guys

up there to clean this shit up
and restore your façade

to its former fucking
rail yard brick elegance.

It's a prank.

Don't tell me you ain't never

toilet-papered
somebody's house.

It's a sign of respect,
and it got you here

so I could show you my world.

I know all about you.

No, you don't.
My world is about F-U-N.

I know how to spell "fun."

You interrupted.
F-U-N-C-T-I-O-N-A-L.

The world you are witnessing
is functional.

People get along.
Yeah, it's fun.

It's also the opposite
of life at the DWL,

which appears to be one
of those young adult dramas

my daughter spends half
her fucking life watching.

Hey, I heard that.

Dad, can I take the Lambo?

- How many drinks you had?
- Two.

Wait an hour. Drive slow.

- Uh, Lucy, this is Ace Spade.
- I know.

My dad shows us videos
of your matches all the time.

- You're really talented.
- Uh, thank you.

All right. Bye, honey.

- Make good decisions.
- I'll try.

- Hey!
- Joking.

Daughters, they're the best.

As I was saying,
my world is not filled

with intrigue and resentment.

I try to foster a world
where dreams can come true.

That's why we're killing it.

We're selling it out.

We got great content,

great matches.

That's why streaming companies

are sniffing around us
right now.

You gotta join us,
become famous,

fulfill your destiny.

You're nervous, man.

We got better athletes,
better story lines.

Our venue would look better
on TV than yours.

The last time
I was nervous was never.

Dude, we're killing it!

The state fair... sold out

because of me, Jack,
Wild Bill, Ricky Rabies.

Two old farts and two guys
who hate each other.

Can't wait.

You finally winning
the belt at the fair?

You gonna stay heel?

I'm better as a heel.

As far as the belt, we're still
finalizing the story.

It's wrestling,
not Shakespeare.

Yeah, but you can't just
flip-flop on characters, man.

Dude, for fuck's sake, man,

people who come out
to watch large men

beat each other,
they're not intellectuals.

They're not smart
like you and me.

Ace, sit down. Seriously.

Let me just talk real talk
for five minutes.

You're pissing away your prime.

Come wrestle with my promotion

playing the kind of character
you are in real life...

strong, cool,
captivating, brave.

My fans would love you.
They'd eat your shit up.

I'll give you your own merch.
You can make your own money.

It'll all be emblazoned
with the word "champ."

Get the fuck out
from under Jack's thumb.

He's my brother.
I won't screw him like that.

Like he screws you?

You familiar with rule 34?

Rule 34 is the Internet
principle that posits

that for any
fictional character,

someone somewhere online
has drawn them having sex.

Like Hentai, the Japanese shit?

Yes, like Hentai,
but Hentai has evolved.

I bookmarked this.

It's disturbing,
but do you notice anything?

- Is that me fucking Jack?
- No, that's Jack fucking you.

What the fuck, man?

Look, I got no problem
with gay shit,

but don't show me
that fucking shit.

That's twisted.
That's my brother, man.

Why do you think
I call my promotion Dystopia?

We live in a fallen world,

a world of smut
and shit and violence

and people who traffic in
and revel in

dark, twisted shit.

Why are you so obsessed
with dark and twisted shit?

Have you ever had
the displeasure of having

a fat French-Canadian priest

put his soft hands
on your 12-year-old cock?

I have.

It'll give you a point of view
about the world.

- That's fucked up, man.
- Yeah.

And those drawings,
that's how people see you, kid:

getting fucked by Jack
and kind of enjoying it.

It's sad, and it doesn't
have to be that way.

Look, man, party on with us.
Stay the night.

See what we're all about.

Walk away knowing you're making
an informed decision,

a decision that you make
for yourself by yourself.

Hey, Jack,
it's Constance Garrity

from the South Georgia
State Fair Commission

just following up
about the insurance forms.

If you can please
email me out a copy ASAP,

we'd appreciate it.

Jack, it's Tim.
Hey, you just left

before we could go over
next week's schedule.

I'm going on a golf weekend
in Hilton Head,

and Johnny's got surgery
on Tuesday,

so I need you
to cover more shifts.

Call me so we can go over it,
okay?

No, don't. Just-just text me.

Anyway, okay. Bye.

Jack, I got the perfect idea

on how to script
the whole fair,

but I'm gonna need to hire
a new valet,

and, uh... well, call me...

Fuck!

Robin!

Robin, get in here!

Did I not text you to clean
this shit up before I got home?

Explain why it's still here.

- I forgot.
- You forgot.

I did.

- You smoking weed now?
- No!

Then how'd you forget?
Put your phone down.

I'm looking to find
my reminder.

Your reminder
to clean up the counter?

I was already at school
when you texted me

to clean up the counter,
so I set a reminder,

but Dad picked me up
after the reminder

had gone off, so I forgot.

Terrible, Robin.
I mean, honestly, so terrible.

There are my two
favorite people.

Did you know
we raised a daughter

who needs to set
a fucking reminder

to remember to clean up
her fucking breakfast dishes?

Well, that must be
my bad genes, I guess.

Sorry, Robbie.

It's fucking pathetic, Ted.

Willie, she's a teenager.

That's no excuse.

Well, we actually
learned about how

the teenage prefrontal cortex
goes through the process

- of myelination...
- Hey!

You better
start the fucking process

of cleaning this shit up now.

It's all right.
It's okay, darling.

Hey, what's going on?

Turn that off.

Tell me what's bothering you.

Talking bothers me.

This stuff
with Jack and Bill still?

No, do not speak to me
about that.

I'm speaking
with concern and love.

It's not
coming across that way.

Jesus Christ.

He hasn't been much help.

What can I do to help?

Let me sit without talking.

You know, you can always quit.

Oh, God,
that's definitely not helping.

You do not need
these guys.

Leave 'em to their own misery.

Right, right,
before all the work pays off.

Willie...

...you wanna know
one of the reasons

why I fell in love with you?

'Cause I hate
conversations like this?

No, 'cause you live
in the present...

not the past, not the future,

right here.

Never too much regret or stress

or planning or worrying.

That may be how it seems, but...

I'm with you
for the long haul.

But I don't look at it
like a haul.

I mean, I look at it like
just enjoying the day,

just enjoying another day
with Willie Day.

And when you told me
that your old friend Bill

needed a place to crash,
I welcomed him in.

And when you told me that you
wanted me to kick him out,

I booted him in seconds.

If you need me to speak
to Jack and speak to Bill...

I don't need
anyone speaking for me.

This situation at the DWL...
Tom, Bill, Jack...

has put you
in some kind of a undefinable,

I don't know, distress,
and it's startling.

I mean, you're drinking
way more than you have been.

Deal with it.

Well, that's what
I'm trying to do.

Just because the Spade family
has staked

their entire identity
on this league

doesn't mean that we have to.

You're a talented producer,
administrator.

You could work
at a theater, college.

In Duffy?

Yeah, well, we can move.

Look, I don't wanna
talk about this.

I don't wanna talk and I don't
wanna listen to you talk.

What, you just prefer
to sit and drink?

Yes.

Willie.

Ted...

I don't wanna say things
I shouldn't.

Because they're the truth?

Ted!

Willie, you had
a life before me.

I had a life before you.

I understand that Bill's return

has brought some emotions
up to the surface.

I don't wanna talk about it!

I told you.

I told you I didn't wanna
talk about it,

and you had to go on talking.

I told you! Fucking told you.

Fuck!

Excuse me.

Wake up, sleepy.

Dystopia show day.

Where am I?

Gully mansion.

What time is it?

It's party time.

Yeah!

Get it in there.
Let's go! Come on, now!

Yeah,
welcome to Dystopia, baby!

- Say what?
- I wanna fuck you

- right now.
- Oh, fuck!

Ah, I'm sorry,
can I have the room...

- Why?
- ...for a sec?

You're just so fucking hot.
I just... I gotta call my mom.

- Really?
- She's in the hospital.

Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.

What?

I'll say a prayer.

Oh. Thank you.

What's up, girl?

Hey, where are you?

FWD, baby.

I'm jumping ship.
We're announcing it tonight.

Uh, Jesus, Ace. That's, uh...

Fucking sick, right?

Best part is,

I want you to come with me

but, uh, not as my valet.

As my partner in crime
or whatever.

A fellow wrestler.
I'll talk to Gully.

Shit, he wants me here
so fucking badly anyway.

Have you talked to Jack?

Fuck no. Fuck Jack.

I'm done
letting him bend me over.

Tonight Gully's bringing me
out after the show.

I'm gonna say fuck Jack,
fuck the DWL.

I found a new home.

Oh, my God.
What the hell was that?

That's this dude Bob Wired.

He hits people with barbwire.

Smashes glass over their head
or some shit.

Hey, my phone's gonna die,

but, uh, you should
make it out if you can.

You know, you can stay
at Gully's mansion.

You can have your own room
or whatever.

I'm not suggesting anything,
but...

if not, just call me tomorrow.

Uh, all right.

Well, hey, be safe, okay?

How's your mom?

Resting.

Shit.

Who's here?

It's Crystal.

Crystal, at a certain point,
dogged tenacity

begins to lose its charm.

We're right in range.

I'm not here to talk about me.

I swear. It's Ace.

What about him?

He's at the FWD show
with Gully.

Are you fucking with me?

He FaceTimed me,
said he's gonna go out

at the end of the show tonight,
join the FWD officially.

Say fuck the DWL and fuck you.

Why are you telling me this?
What's the angle?

Not everything is an angle.

It is if you're smart,
and you are.

I told you, Jack,
I care about the DWL a lot.

And I know how important this
state fair is for everybody,

but more importantly,
I care about Ace.

And even though
you're an asshole...

and you are an asshole, Jack...
I don't think

you're gonna let him get hurt
like how Gully might.

But I could be wrong.

Just thought I should tell you.

He ain't gonna listen to me.

Uh... Crystal.

Thank you.

What's wrong?
What's going on?

- It's Ace.
- What happened?

- Is he okay?
- No.

What's happening
with Uncle Ace?

- Jack!
- Hey, look, it's not...

He's in Jacksonville

with Charlie Gully from
Florida Wrestling Dystopia,

who's my biggest rival
and a mortal threat to the DWL.

- Oh! Jesus, Jack.
- What?

- I thought it was serious.
- It is serious.

Like Ace was hurt.

Staci, come on.

Hey, it's movie night.

We opened the wine
celebrating my rodeo news.

Staci, if he gets up
in Charlie Gully's ring

and he shits on the DWL,
we're done and they win.

Why can't you
just let him go

if that's what he wants?

Because he doesn't know
what's good for him.

- And you do?
- Yes.

I do.

I love you.

Hey, love you.

Don't wait up.

This is Ace.

Leave a message
and I'll hit you back.

Shit!

All right, stay here, boo.
I'll be right back.

Mom.

I think I got into the fight
because I'm sad.

Sometimes I feel like
my spirit is broken...

like Grandad Spade.

You know, I feel mad
and sad sometimes too.

That's a terrible feeling.

Hey, but we're gonna fix that.
All right?

I promise,
'cause you're my best boy.

You're my love.

I'm really glad
you told me this.

It's important to tell people
how you feel

because then it doesn't stay
all bottled up.

It gets to go out
into the world.

That's a good thing.

Hey, why don't you help Mommy
run some errands?

Can you do that?

Good, 'cause I could sure
use your help.

Hey, Howard.

Hey, Staci. Hey, Thomas.

I need your help
with something.

Sure thing. What's up?

Yeah, we got a bulk purchase

of these Kleenex packets
right here.

Um, purchase order came

from the Duffy Wrestling League
account.

Picked up in-store
by Jack Spade.

Rooster time!

One, two, three!

Yeah!

Yeah!

Rooster! Rooster!

Rooster! Rooster!
Rooster! Rooster!

Rooster! Rooster!

Hey, man. Got this for you.

Welcome to Dystopia.

Thanks, man.

It's beautiful, ain't it?

Two hours of mayhem.
Let's bring it home.

Yes, sir.

Yeah, Rooster's awesome.

Yes, he is.
We put the belt on him tonight,

but next week,
it's gonna be yours.

I wanna do a pop-up show
same night as the state fair.

Uh... I don't-I don't
need it right away.

Why not?

Shouldn't we, uh, build it up
a little, you know?

And Rooster probably
deserves it for a little while.

Rooster's just the bait, son.

You're the fish.

- Really appreciate you, Gully.
- Love ya, pal.

Top that, little bitch.

Gully is God! Gully is God!

Gully is God! Gully is God!

What a fucking night!

Florida Wrestling Dystopia
forever!

Forever! Forever! Forever!

Forever! Forever!

Forever! Forever!

All right, now...

...There's a rumor
floating around...

...a rumor that we have

a visitor from out of town.

Ace! Ace! Ace! Ace!

Oh, so you've heard
the rumor too?

Can you imagine the roar

if the Ace of Spades walked
down that ramp right now?

I bet you'd be able
to hear that roar

all the way up in Duffy.

Sorry to say...

sorry to say
the rumors aren't true.

Yeah.

You know,
your friend Charlie Gully

only has so many surprises
up his sleeve.

That's your cue, Ace.

But just when you think
that the fish ain't biting...

That's when you feel a tug!

Whoa!

Hey, hey that's no way
to treat a guest.

Ladies and gentlemen,
our legendary nemesis,

Mr. Jack Spade.

You piece of shit.

Don't come for my shit, boy.

Man, y'all got
a fucked-up family.

Somebody get that motherfucker!

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