All language subtitles for Kingdom.2014.S1E03

[Turn signal clicking, car engine revving]

[Siren wailing in distance]

Christina: I loved college.
[Chuckles]

I went for a year
in Northridge.

I was gonna major
in graphic art,

but then I found out

that you only end up designing
pharmaceutical pamphlets,

so then I switched
to art history.

I'm actually
a pretty good artist.

I mean, not good enough
to really, like, do it,

but I still sketch.

Like, even ugly things
can be pretty in ways.

Then I had a kid,
so I dropped out.

[Siren wails in distance]

[Knocks on door]

Man:
What's the password?!

Open the door, asshole.
Come on.

What's up, fellas?

- Man: Not bad.
- Hey.

Wow, you guys
are really cute.

Skinner:
Dude, how old is she?

This is who he had.
It'll be fine.

She's not even dressed up
or anything.

I got an outfit.

Are you Skinner?

Yeah, but...

We got you for all of us.

Okay.

Let me just get changed,
and we'll have some fun.

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[Breathing shakily]

[Muffled rap music playing]

♪ There's a greed war
going on, man ♪

♪ Love the red, love the blue,
love capitalism ♪

♪ Let's go ♪

[Alvey sighs]

[Tape rips]

♪ Hey, now,
you gotta set me free ♪

♪ Hey, now,
I got a world to see ♪

♪ Hey, now ♪

♪ hey, now ♪

[metal clinks]

♪ That don't look good on you ♪

♪ are you gonna tell me
what to do? ♪

[Grunting]

♪ Why don't you tell me
where to go? ♪

Aah!

Oh! Fuck!

Ah, shit.

[Indistinct conversations]

[Vacuum running]

Carl: Point is,
rats can be fucking anywhere.

[Thud]

Downtown, Boyle Heights,
fucking Palisades...

- they don't give a shit.
- [Coughs]

[Chuckles]
And that's great for me.

'Cause I'm building
a goddamn empire on rats.

See what I'm saying?

You got to find a spot
and fit in.

Do the shit nobody wants to do.

You see, I saw a need
and I filled it.

That's being an entrepreneur,
being a boss.

Goddamn, boy.
You hearing me?

I'm trying to give you
a motherfucking road map.

Oh, you're
an inspiration, Carl.

You're giving me
goose bumps.

[Scoffs]

[Door closes]

Ah.

Okay.

You just keep on staring
at that ass

that you ain't
never gonna get.

Shit, boy, you may be white,
but you still a felon.

[Chuckles]

Hey, Shelby.

Morning.

Alvey's in his office.
He screwed up his knee.

What'd he do?

I think he was doing dead lifts
or something.

[Indistinct conversations]

Dead lifts?
At your age?

I'm fine.
I just tweaked it.

Have you thought about,
I don't know, water aerobics?

Maybe a brisk walk.

[Chuckles]
So funny.

Give me it.

By the way, there was blood

all over my canvas
this morning.

Yeah, Josephina
called in sick today.

Well, then Josephina's
got to find somebody
to cover for her.

Or get Taylor or one
of these other jerk-offs

who owes fees to do it.

You got to get somebody
to do this.

You can't leave me
with blood on this canvas.

- [Chuckles] I'll get into it.
- [Sighs]

Is Ryan
working out today?

No, he texted me.

He's stuck
at some bullshit job.

I got to figure out
how to handle him, too.

I got to...
I got to protect him.

Okay, well,
it's your thing.

What do you want to do?

I think I want to close down
the gym while he's training.

- No, Alvey.
- A couple of hours.

- You're killing me.
- A couple of hours.

Yeah, that's
a couple of hours

that we're not making money.

I know, babe,
but I got to manage this.

Okay? He hasn't been
in a cage in five years.

He's hesitant.

He's got a lot of fucking eyes
on him. You know?

He's scared.

I need him to open up,
shake off the ring rust.

Not to mention the P.R.
of it all.

I mean, I can't have
anybody, you know,

saying Ryan Wheeler's
washed up,

he's no good, he sucks,
he's finished.

[Cellphone rings]

I, uh, got to take this.

- All right, two hours.
- Bye.

- No more.
- Yep.

Thank you.

- Two hours, I'm serious.
- Nice jeans.

Jay: I am bushed.

There was a tranny in there
who would not shut up.

Oh.

I mean, what a chatterbox.

Good stories, but Jesus.

[Breathes deeply]

Are you a fucking maniac?

Attacking a cop?

I mean, really, you're gonna
fight a detective?

What is wrong with you?

I didn't attack
or fight anybody, okay?

You've got to knock
this shit off, Jay.

Don't make me feel bad,
Lisa. Come on.

- [Scoffs]
- All right?

I haven't slept for
a fucking night, I'm tired,

I got to take
a colossal shit.

I'm not in the mood.

I'm not making you feel
any way, Jay.

You do this shit
to yourself.

You've seen the scar
on my brother's head.

I'm just asking you to calm
the fuck down a little bit.

You're right.

You're right.
You're right.

Don't fucking placate me,
motherfucker.

No, I'm... I'm...
Lisa, I'm not.

I'm saying, seriously,
you're fucking right.

Sometimes I can't
help myself, Lisa.

- I'm an emotional man.
- [Scoffs]

- Did you tell my dad about this?
- Fuck no.

I actually like
having you around the gym.

Thanks for picking me up.

- Where to?
- Home. I got to shower.

Also, I'm working the door
at Tanya's this week,

so you can come by
for some free drinks.

I might just take you up
on that.

- Yeah.
- Seat belt.

Fucking asshole.

Tatiana:
So, other than the knee,

we're looking
at a separated shoulder,

a cracked clavicle,
and neck and back strain, right?

That's it.

How much pain are you in?

Pick a face.

Really?

Um...
The light green one.

Number two.

Mild is a goal.
It's not a starting point.

You should be
at least a purple.

No, he looks like
he's about to die.

I... I don't feel
that bad.

Maybe you've just gotten used
to a certain level of pain.

[Clears throat] Maybe.

You can feel
so much better than this.

You just have to learn
to listen to your body.

How long until
I can start fighting?

Look at you,
already missing the point.

No, I...
[Sighs]

I'm ju... you know, t-there's
just, like, a lot of beads

and Buddhas
and shit in here,

and I-I'm not looking
to meditate.

What's wrong
with meditation?

Nothing. It's great.

I'm not judging.

Yeah, you are.
You'll see.

Okay, so,
before we get started,

are there any other injuries
that I should know about?

Yeah, um, three cracked ribs
on this side,

two on my right,
uh, cracked orbital,

um, broken collarbone,
a couple concussions,

ripped my left a.C.L.

Uh, it's fine now, though.
It's been a while.

And, uh, I keep
spraining my ankle,

but it's just
'cause of how I run.

Oh, man. You're fucked.

Alvey: Then what?
Where do they go?

Like, to a mass grave?

Well,
I think they burn 'em.

There's, like, a way
they got to do it.

Do you do that?
You burn rats?

No, I don't do it.

What a gig.

Yeah,
it's fucking miserable.

But, you know,
I got to have a job.

So I have no choice.

You got a job, dude.
You're a fighter.

This isn't your job.

My parole officer put me
in this,

and I'm there all day,
so...

What's your
parole officer's name?

- Dantzler.
- Dantzler.

All right, I'm gonna talk
to Dantzler.

I'll get you squared away.

Okay.

In the meantime,
do you need anything else?

You okay in here?

- Yeah, I'm good. Thanks.
- Okay.

This is fucking temporary.
[Chuckles]

You know that, right?

We'll get you back
in the cage.

This is a fucking blip.

Eyes up. Eyes up.

Always.

Good.

[Breathes deeply]

Now king me.

♪ A-a-all it is not lost ♪

♪ ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ got your back ♪

[indistinct conversations]

Woman: Hey, baby.

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ got your back ♪

♪ I turn ♪

[engine shuts off]

[Indistinct conversations]

Hey, man, I'm...

I'm looking for someone?

I got a black chick.

No.

You fucking racist?

[Chuckles]
Uh, no.

I'm looking
for someone specific.

Um, her name's Christina.

She's a little older,
dark hair, pretty.

Yeah, she's good.

But she's expensive.

Worth it, though.

She'll make you blow a load

through the fucking
ceiling, man.

How much?

$300.

She's upstairs,
second floor.

Room 8.

What's your name?

Terry.

Terry.
I'll remember that.

Thanks, Terry.

[Muffled rap music playing]

[Exhales deeply]

[Knocks on door]

- [Gasps]
- No! Jay, no! Stop.

No, Jay,
what are you doing?!

- Shh! It's okay.
- Terry has a gun!

I know, ma.
I paid him for the hour.

I paid Terry, okay,
for an hour.

All right?

Ma? Mom?

[Sighs]

[Sniffles, crying]

Mom.

- Hey.
- What are you...

how am I supposed to work
after this?

Oh, I'm crying.
Nobody wants a crying girl.

They're gonna bitch
at Terry,

and then he's gonna
bitch me out...

D-don't tell me that.

What do you think I'm doing
down here in this shit hole?

Whoa, what do you think
I'm doing down here?

I'm trying to talk
to you, mom.

You don't want
to talk to me.

You want to give me a little
money and give me a hot meal

because mom's a whore,
and it's so fucking sad.

Hey! S-stop, mom.
Stop. Okay?

Hear me.

I'm your son,
and I love you.

I don't care what
you're doing right now

or what you've done.

I love you.

I got this phone for you.

[Sniffles]

I'm programmed in it,
under number one.

So you call me
any time you want.

Okay? My phone number
is programmed.

You just press one
and call.

I got you.

Jay...

Your jacket.

No, you can have it.

[Sniffling]

Keith:
Don't stare at the bear.

Sorry, bro.

Do you bring him
everywhere?

He's a gift
from my mother.

The only time
I didn't have him

was when I was locked up.

Your mother come
to visit you much here?

No, she's dead.

Oh, shit, man.
I'm sorry.

When did she pass?

A couple weeks after
she gave me the bear.

I was almost 10.

She was the best.

She was the smartest person
I've ever met.

And she was only 32,
so she was still very pretty.

I don't mean pretty
because she's my mom,

but pretty
like if you saw her,

you'd think,
"that's a pretty lady."

Yeah.

Pretty young, man.
Was she ill?

No, she was fine.

[Spits]

My dad killed her with a hammer
when she was asleep,

then shot himself
in the backyard.

[Spits]

[Breathing heavily]

I'm gonna go to the kitchen
and get some yogurt.

If I find some,
do you want some?

Uh, no.
I'm great, thanks.

[Telephone ringing]

Hey.
Mark Dantzler.

- How you doing?
- How you doing?

Alvey Kulina.

[Chuckling]
How you doing?

They restocked
the nutter butters today,

and I... I got to sweep
in there like a hawk

and clean
the whole machine out.

I think
you got all of them.

Yeah, it's greedy as shit,
isn't it?

Of course
you got that vascular look.

You probably
don't touch these things.

Nah, not really.

They're good, though.
I like 'em.

Yeah, they're good.

So, uh...
You're here for...

- Ryan Wheeler.
- Yeah.

- How can I help you?
- Well, he's an old friend.

Uh, I mean, he's more
like family, actually.

And we're just really proud
of the progress

that the kid's been making.

Well, his piss is clean,
and he's got a good attitude.

Yeah, so I'm thinking

it's time for him
to take the next step.

- To what?
- I want to give him a job.

Well,
he's already got a job.

He's killing rats.

I think I can do
something better for him.

What kind of business
you in?

I own a gym, MMA.

I train professionals
like Ryan.

[Sighs]

Doesn't sound like
the best environment

for a violent offender.

Well, it's, uh...

It's a little different
than you're thinking.

He's an athlete in the...
in the prime of his career.

You know, why you want
to take that from him?

Well...

I'll take him,
just, you know...

I-I-I-I'll pay him to be a coach

so he meets
his employment obligations,

but more importantly,

I'm gonna give him structure
and discipline.

And the way we run our gym,
it's... it's a family.

This kid will be surrounded
by love.

- I get it.
- Yeah.

You're selling.
You're selling.

[Both chuckle]

I see the veins
popping in your neck.

[Chuckling] Yeah.

Appreciate the,
uh...The passion.

Uh-huh.

But, um...

Wasn't he...

In a gym,
surrounded by a family,

when, uh, he brutally assaulted
his father?

That's a good question.

I mean, but, you know,
that was a long time ago.

This... he was lost.

This... this kid was lost
back then.

And he wasn't with me.

[Sighs]

I like him at rat reapers.

He's gonna stay there.

It humbles him.

Some of these guys,
you got to cut their balls off.

Huh.

Man: In the sweeping wilderness
of yellowstone,

the grizzly once ruled alone.

[Bears roaring]

[Water gurgling]

[Sighs]

[Indistinct conversations]

Whoa!

[Coughing]

[Laughter]

[Gagging, spitting]

Unmatched in size and strength,

no creature could challenge
the mighty bears.

It's hard to find people
for this job, man.

Can't do it.

It's backbreaking work,
you know?

I mean, probably find
some Mexicans to do it,

but then you got
documentation issues.

So, what, Dantzler
just funnels you ex-cons?

[Chuckles] It ain't like
they got choices.

What's in it
for Dantzler?

You know, me and Dantzler

really got nothing to do
with me and you.

So, why don't you tell me
what you need,

and maybe we can work
something out.

Dantzler don't need
to know.

Yeah, all right.

What I need is for you
to pick up Ryan every morning

like he's doing his shift,
you bring him to my gym, right?

End of the day,

you pick him up,
take him home.

It's a carpool.
It's fucking nothing.

Well, it's not nothing.
I'll be down a guy.

How much you want?

[Breathes deeply]

- 5 grand.
- Oh, come on, playboy.

You got to give me
a better number than that.

Well, I mean,
there ain't a better number.

It's $5k.

Jesus.

It's $5k,
or we're done.

Hey.
Lisa: Hey.

How we doing?

We're are fucking flush.

For real?

Yeah.
You know what?

You can just take
this whole pile

and go get us a boat
and some jet skis.

Wise ass.

I'm thinking maybe we need
a new canvas for the cage.

We don't need a new canvas
for the cage.

I'm thinking we need
a new canvas for the cage.

We can't afford a new canvas
for the cage.

Honey, no.

Wanda, I need the money.

How much do you need?

What do you think
you can get?

I can do $4,000.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- You're big in Japan.
- [Chuckles]

I'm fucking tiny here.

Well, this was
a legendary tournament.

I know a Japanese collector,
he's gonna buy it sight unseen.

Good.

Let me get your cash.
Thank you.

Big in Japan.

[Knocks on door, door opens]

Terry: Jesus, get dressed,
Chrissy.

[Chuckles]

Where we going tonight?

The Marriott hotel,
West Covina.

That rodeo...
all the guys is down there.

- Should be a good night.
- Mnh.

Bring some extra rubbers.
Cowboys love to fuck.

All right.
[Smooches]

I'll be waiting
in the car.

Okay.

[Camera dings]

What happened
to your leg?

I hurt it training.

[Groans]

And don't say
anything smart.

How about you?
How's the rehab going?

It's good.

Yeah?
You like your P.T.?

Yeah,
she seems all right.

Mnh.

She?

What's...
what's her name?

Tatiana.

Come on.
That's her real name?

Is Tatiana a hooker?

[Chuckles]

How'd you get hooker
from that na... I...

You can get a hooker
from anything, son.

Doesn't matter, as long
as she's taking care of you.

I need you healthy and
training as soon as possible.

Yeah, I know.

How's the camera?

The camera's
a piece of shit.

I can get a better image
on my phone.

- We should just use that.
- We're not using your phone,

because your phone is a pubic
hair away from the Internet,

and I can't have
that video leaking.

Use the camera.

Camera it is.

Carl: Wheeler.
Get out.

[Hip-hop music playing]

Rat reapers.

What are we doing?

I got a locker
set up for you.

- Go get changed.
- No, no, no.

Dantzler's gonna
write me up, man.

No, no, no, no.

Dantzler is taken care of,
my friend.

Now go get changed,

and let's get ready
to crank some nuts.

Where you going?

Lisa: You said you wanted
the gym closed.

Not you.

No, Alvey.
I'm not mad.

I just... I don't need
to be around for this.

Am I gonna see you later?

- Eventually.
- I'm gonna see you later.

[Metal clanging]

[Belt clinking]

[Tape ripping]

[Breathing deeply]

[Exhaling sharply]

[Breathing deeply]

[Grunts]

Wake up.

Come on, move your head.

Come on, move your head.
Move your head.

Watch my foot. Yep.

Come on.
Come... come on.

It's not there.

[Both grunting]

Ryan, make me post down.

Where's your head?
Where's your head?

Where's your fucking...

heads up!

[Speaks indistinctly]

Come on. Come on.
Come on. Come on.

Breathe. Relax.

Relax. Relax.
What's there?

Ryan: Man.

What's there?

[Air horn blows]

Good. Good. Good. Good.

Good. Good.

Fuck!

Shut it off.

Ryan: I'm fucking
exhausted, man!

I got no flexibility,
I got no flow at all, man.

You got fucking
training wheels on me,

- and I still can't even keep up.
- Oh, come on, man.

You've been away from the game
for four years.

Bullshit!
Bullshit, Alvey.

You're fucking worried,
too.

You think I don't notice
why the gym is empty?

[Sighs]

You don't even want Nate
to film me,

I fucking suck so much.

- Trust the process.
- It's a waste of time.

- Trust the process.
- It's a waste of time!

[Breathing heavily]

[Laughs]

Dude, I don't fucking
have it anymore, man.

This is all you got.

[Chuckles]

[Snorts]

This is all you got.

Come on. Come on.
Come on. Come on.

We got a long way to go.
Come on! Come on!

[Grunts]

- Hey! Hey! Hey! Come on.
- Fuck!

[Breathing heavily]

Fuck.

Jay: You know what?
You should make a drink

that's an ice cube
of nitrous oxide

- underneath a fried egg.
- Mmhmm.

You just gently
lay the egg ever so...

hey.

[Howls]

[Laughs]

Well, now it's happy hour.

Look at that!
Why are you here so early?

Oh, we closed the gym

so that your dad could train
with Ryan.

And I thought I'd throw
some booze down my throat.

- [Moaning]
- Get off me, you weirdo.

Boy, look at you.
You got that look, Lisa.

What look?

- You know that look.
- I don't have a look.

The "fun time,
party time" Lisa.

Sit down!

- We're drinking!
- Yes, we are.

[Upper-class accent]
Barwoman,

get this lady a drink,
please.

[Normal voice]
Drinks are on me.

Put 'em on the tab.

[Scoffs]

Hear, hear.

[Chuckles]

Mm.

How about you make up
one of those drinks

I was telling you about?

How about you stand
by the fucking door?
You're working.

Yeah,
that's where I'm going.

Pfft! I'm doing it.
I'm out of here. Look.

- You keep drinking.
- I'll do that.

- And I'll be back...
- M'kay.

At my leisure,
mama bear.

Thank you, mama.

Tanya:
Of course, sweetie.

[Indistinct conversations]

[Rock music plays]

Red bull. Vodka.
Ice. Tab.

Smile.

Excuse me?

You should smile.

[Chuckles]

Smile. Yeah,
you're right.

[Sighs]
I had a shit day today.

Mm-hmm.

And like an idiot,

I come to the bar
and start drinking.

But, really, all
I should've done was smile.

Hmm.

Oh, my God, you're right.

Right?

[Chuckles]
Smiling is the best.

You know,
you should write a book

and call it "smiling: A guide
to making bitches happy."

Well,
you're definitely a bitch.

Can I give you
some advice?

You are a pretty girl.

You should talk less.

Ow! Shit!
Son of a bitch!

[Grunts]

Are you fucking
kidding me right now?

Oh, whoa.
Get the fuck out, boy.

[Groaning]

Are you fucking
kidding me right now?

Aah!

Get the fuck out of here.
Get the fuck out of here.

We'll hit it again
tomorrow, all right?

You're exactly where
you're supposed to be.

I'll be better tomorrow.

Maybe.
Maybe you'll be worse.

Let go of perfection.
Trust the process.

Trust your coach, yeah?

Yeah.

All right.

I, me, Lisa,
will get you a fight.

No, you, Lisa, cannot.

Yes, I can, you fucker.

Do you know
what a tragedy it is

that you're not fighting?

I mean, you're a bouncer?

In this shit box...
no offense, Tanya.

Tanya: Uh-huh.

That's like Picasso
painting fucking murals

on the side
of a kindergarten.

Jay, you're really good.

You're as good
as anybody in the gym.

You're just
kind of an idiot.

Yeah.

That is a fucking
very valid point.

So stop doing
idiot things.

Alvey's not wrong, Lisa.

Nobody wants to put me
on a fucking card.

I've pissed off
a ton of promoters.

Do you want to fight?

Fuck. Yes. I do.

Fine.

Then, if I get you a fight
and put my ass out on the line,

you're not gonna leave me
or not show up?

I swear. On my mother.

I'm not just gonna show up,

but I will murder
any motherfucker

you put in front of me.

Deal.

You fucking little hustler.

- [Chuckles]
- It's very sexy.

- Thank you.
- Very attractive.

I see why my father
makes love to you

every night after supper.

Is he not gonna
be wondering where you are?

Yes.

Are you just fucking with him
because of Ryan?

I wouldn't let Ryan
anywhere fucking near you.

I think it's bat-shit crazy
he's at the gym.

But this is just,
you know, me, a man,

saying this
right fucking now...

you don't let the wolf
through the front door.

I mean, shit, Lisa.

He pretends like
he doesn't want to fight.

Then why is he back
at the fucking gym?

[Muffled conversation]

[Knocks on door]

Lisa: Alvey, I don't have
the keys. I'm so sorry.

- Jay: Ding, dong.
- It's really terrible.

Got a delivery,
a nubile young woman

for a virile,
much older man?

[Chuckling] He's not nice.

- Come on. Come on.
- He's very virile.

Come on. How much
has she had to drink?

She's had exactly,
whoa, that much to drink.

Why didn't you
fucking call me?

- Hey, I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry I didn't call you.

You're driving her
to drink, man.

You should put a bucket
by your bed.

Thanks for taking her home.
Be careful.

- I'm sorry.
- Sleep tight.

- All right. Come on.
- Hi.

- [Chuckles]
- Oh, look.

Look,
you want some water?

No, fuck water.

- No, fuck water.
- Fuck water.

Let's go to bed.

- No.
- Come on.

- He's right.
- What?

You're driving me
to drink.

I know, baby.
I'm a shithead, okay?

- No.
- I am. I'm a shithead.

See, you can't just run over
what I'm saying.

Um, like, you got
to listen to me.

Okay, but can we talk
in the morning?

No.

If you really
were listening to me,

then Ryan
wouldn't fucking be here.

Ow! [Chuckles]
Hey, girl.

[Laughs]

He wouldn't be here,
and you would hear me.

All right, let's not.
Let's... tomorrow,

I promise you we'll talk
about Ryan tomorrow, okay?

Come on, baby.
You're drunk.

Come on. Come on.

- I want to have sex.
- What?

I want to have sex.

[Chuckling] No,
you don't want to have sex.

No, you don't want
to have sex.

- Yeah, no, it'll be real nice.
- On the couch?

[Chuckling]
Yeah, on the couch.

Come here.
Come here.

You come here.

No, Alvey, no, no.
Please, I'm gonna throw up.

You need...
you need some sleep.

- Sleep.
- This is not good.

- Come on. Come on.
- No.

[Indistinct conversations]

Keith, get up.

It's breakfast time.
Sound good?

No, I'm not hungry today.

Bullshit, man.
I'm hungry.

If I'm hungry,
you're fucking ravenous.

Not today.

[Breathes deeply]

You're scared of Michael.

No, I'm not.

I just don't want
to deal with him today.

Here's the deal, man.

If you don't stand up
to these guys,

they're never gonna
leave you alone.

What am I
supposed to do?

It's actually
pretty simple.

Next time they mess with you,
even a just a little bit,

you got to hit 'em.

Right on the jaw.

[Air hisses]

But then
they'll hit back, so...

Not if you hit 'em
hard enough.

Look, you got... you got...
look at these...

fists like a honey-baked ham, man.

Honey-baked ham fists.

You got to let 'em
feel your power,

then they'll back off.

You ever punched
anybody before?

Like, in the face?

Yeah,
like punch somebody.

No, not... no, not in the face
I've punched.

[Sighs]
Okay, get up, I'll show you.

Come on, get up.

Come on.

I'm gonna show you how
to stand up for yourself.

All right.

Now, curl your fingers like
this, all right, into a fist.

Yeah, like that.

All right.

Now, you want to hit him

with these two knuckles,
all right?

These two hurt them,
the bottom two hurt you.

You don't want that.

These two hurt them,
these two hurt me.

Exactly.
Now get your hands up.

Just like that. Nice.

Bend your knees
a little bit.

Yeah, no,
like an athlete.

Like an athlete,
come on, sturdy.

Yeah.
Up. Nice.

Okay, now, if you want
to hit me in the face,

you got to imagine
that the target

is like a foot behind me

and you got to punch
through my face

to hit that target.
You understand?

Yeah, got...
okay, I got it.

Okay,
go ahead and hit me.

[Inhales sharply]

No, I don't want to,
though.

Keith, Keith,
come on, look.

I get punched in the face
for a living.

This is not gonna hurt me.

Right through it.
Come on.

No, but it's not Michael.
It's you.

Okay, you got to get
past this, Keith.

- You got to be willing to throw.
- [Sighs]

Hit me. Hit me.

No.
It might hurt.

Hit me,
you fat fucking pussy.

Come on, you deserved
that shit-water bath.

- W-what?
- [Mockingly] What? What?

What, you bring it
on yourself, Keith.

You're
a fucking weird dude.

- I'm not a weird fu...
- [Mumbles mockingly]

- That's not how I talk!
- [Mumbling continues]

Dude, I will lock you
in this room

and shut the lights off.

Oh, you'd probably
like that.

Then you can play

with your gay little
fucking Teddy bear, right?

Whacking your little
fucking piss pump...

ohh.
[Breathing heavily]

I'm sorry.

That's...
that's a great start!

That's great!

But next time,
use your fist.

[Sighs]

Okay?
Not this, okay?

Look at that.
What do we do next time?

To... oh, make the ham fist,
then just...

Boom! But, no, no,
no, no, no, no.

Save it.
That's a good start.

Let's get some breakfast.

I'm sorry that I went there
with the bear,

but I was just trying
to prove a point.

It's cool.
He doesn't give a fuck.

I thought so.

[Blender whirring]

[Whirring stops]

It's fucking blended.

What time
did you get home?

I don't know, dude.

Lisa and I,
we got after it.

[Chuckles]

I'm sure
dad appreciated that.

Yeah.

- You want the rest?
- Oh, yeah.

- Here.
- [Sniffs]

- Come here.
- What?

Come over here, Nate.

[Sniffing]
Wait a second.

Oh, boy.

You smell exquisite.
What is this?

I'm, like, walking through
a woods right now.

I'm getting, like,
a... a Christmas cone.

Sort of smell
like a, uh...

[Sniffs deeply]

Like a yummy
little vanilla.

Yeah, it's soap.
I took a shower.

- Soap?
- Yeah. Yeah.

Where you going?

I got physical therapy.

[Groans]

You got a little crush?

[Sniffing]

All right,
I'm out of here.

Hey, stop.
Let me just... stop.

No need to fight.
Let me just get one more whiff.

Don't fight.

[Groans]
Oh, Jesus.

[Groaning]

- You're an idiot.
- Ugh.

See you later.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah.

- Feel better.
- Have a great day, Nate.

[Groans]

[People grunting]

[Sighs]

[Chuckles]

I'm sorry
about last night.

You were wasted.

[Sighs]

Haven't seen you like that
in a long time.

I think it's just gonna
take me a minute

to get used
to having Ryan here.

Me, too.

I'm a fucking bully.
I'm a bulldozer.

But I hear you.

- Okay? I do.
- Do you?

Yeah.

I love you.

I don't exist
without you.

You know that.

This place,
it's me and you.

Alvey,
I can't clean this up.

I mean, I feel like
you're creating

this emotional and
professional cluster fuck

that I can't untangle.

Ryan fucks up one time,
he's out, he's gone.

We move on. Case closed.

I promise you that.

Okay.

You were fucking Janis Joplin
last night, okay?

[Laughs]
Ow! Never.

You're a little bit filthy
when you're drunk.

I was.

[Chuckles]
It's not funny.

Come here.

I notice that
you're always gentle.

Come here,
you little lush.

[Chuckles]
Don't make me laugh.

Oh, yeah. There it is.

Oh, my God.

[Sighs]

Hey, where'd
your pride trophy go?

Oh, the... the, uh...

The guy on top broke,
so I'm having it fixed.

[Bell dings]

[Chuckles]

You ever seen that?

- Jay: Yeah, I have.
- [Chuckles]

The only magic trick
I know.

I'm glad
you called me, ma.

I wanted to apologize
for the other night.

I felt cornered,
a-and you're my baby.

I didn't want you
to see me like that.

I-I-I-I'm not always like that.

There are whole parts
of my day

that have nothing to do
with any of that.

I don't see you then,
mom.

I know.

[Sighs]

H-how's Nate doing?

You know,
he's doing good.

He's getting better.

That's good.
That's good.

He's so sweet.

[Chuckles]

He never even really cried
when he was a baby.

Your dad thought
he was autistic.

But you, on the other hand,
would scream bloody murder

for, like,
insane amounts of time.

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

You just wanted
to be picked up.

I'd hold you and walk around,
and you'd be fine.

Mnh, I used to walk with you
on the promenade,

and people would stop

and ask if you
were a gerber baby.

[Chuckling]
Total strangers.

[Terry laughs]

[Sighs]

Hey, guys.
What are we doing?

Christina:
We're just talking, Terry.

She's not on the clock,
so...

Why don't you
leave her alone?

She's always on the clock.

See, my girls wear
this big fucking neon sign

that says
"open all the time."

Hmm?

I mean, um, I mean, they'll
fuck you at your convenience,

but you do have to pay.

- Jay!
- Take your fucking hands off of her.

Jay!

You have no idea
what I can do to you.

[Sighs]

And you have no idea
what I can do to her.

Jay, please, let him go.
It's okay.

There are people here.
Please.

Jay.

[Inhales sharply]

Is this your kid
or something?

Hmm?

Ohh.

[Sighs]

[Snaps fingers]

Don't worry.
I'm gonna take care of her.

I mean, your mom is
a fucking thoroughbred, man.

[Chuckles]

♪ This storm will pass ♪

♪ this storm will pass ♪

♪ this storm, it will pass ♪

♪ this storm will pass ♪

[dishes crash]

♪ This storm will pass ♪

♪ this storm, it will pass ♪

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