Original subtitles

(theme song playing)

Woman: Are you ready to start?

Man: Oof, man. I don't know.

Just, uh...

feeling really cloudy today.

Woman: I understand.

Shall we just give it a shot?

Man: Yeah, sure. Okay.

Woman: Good.

(footsteps)

(light clicks)

Man: Oh. I always forget these things

can't really stand on their own.

There, I got it.

It's kinda like me.

My old busted-up legs, ya know?

-Man: Oof... -Woman: Who's this?

Man: What do you mean?

It's me. I mean... not like "me" me, but,

character me--

Raw Dawg Avalanche.

Woman: I understand.

I meant this other person, with the robe.

Who was that?

Raw Dawg: Oh, shoot. Sorry. So dumb.

Woman: You're not dumb. You're just--

Raw Dawg: I know. Forgetful.

This brain. Lot of abuse through the years.

Don't work so good anymore.

Woman: So... the other gentleman?

Who is that?

Raw Dawg: That's a guy I've known

for a long time. It's a big guy.

Dr. Destruction, that's it. Dr. Destruction, yeah.

Woman: Are you sure?

Raw Dawg: Yeah, pretty... Yeah. 100% sure.

Dr. Destruction. Good guy. Good wrestler.

Done a lot of... a lot of good in the community.

Anyway, he always had my number.

Especially in this championship match we've been talking about.

Woman: What do you mean by that?

Raw Dawg: I mean, he really crushed me that night.

Woman: Wait. He crushed you?

He won?

Raw Dawg: Yeah. Of course he won.

I assumed you knew that already.

We've gone over this enough.

Woman: And you're sure about that?

Raw Dawg: Yes. I wouldn't forget something like that.

It was for the championship. We've gone over this!

And I thought I was the one with the memory problems.

(rock music playing)

(ding)

(music continues)

Raw Dawg: First couple of minutes were pretty regular.

But then it really heated up.

-(music continues) -(crowd cheers)

Raw Dawg: We're both locked up. Real tired.

And I felt him come up under me. Throw me to the ropes.

And he hit me with a vicious clothesline.

Then he come right back across with that running leg drop.

I knew what was coming so I rolled out and he landed on his ass.

Ha!

So I jumped up and hit him with a quick elbow drop!

Then I wrapped him up real good, real good for the pin.

But he was real slippery-like.

And he got out of my grip and came up behind me.

Then I felt him reach for my leg with one hand,

and my neck with the other.

And that only means one thing.

Woman: What's that?

Raw Dawg: "The Vertical Suplex Powerslam."

Yeah, that's right.

You bet your ass you should write that down.

Once that move comes out,

it's fuckin' fat lady sings, over and out.

Pardon my language.

Anyway, I start to feel him

gettin' in there for it and I'm like, oh shit.

It's coming.

Sure enough, he flips me.

Before I knew it-- suplex.

(crowd cheers)

(heavy rock music playing)

Woman: And that's it?

Raw Dawg: What do you mean, "that's it?"

-Of course. -(bell dings)

Once you get suplexed, you're done. He won. Over.

Woman: And you're sure?

Raw Dawg: Geez, lady.

Why do you keep askin' me? Yes. I'm sure.

Woman: Okay...

-It's just that-- -Raw Dawg: Just that what?

Why do you keep pushing me on this?

Think I'm lyin' to you or something?

Woman: No.

I just make sure that we get it right.

Raw Dawg: I have it right.

You're the one that's messing it up right now

with all these dumbass questions.

Pressuring me...

Raw Dawg (on tape): And as soon as I flipped him upside down,

he knew what was coming.

I just dropped him back and kablam!

It was over. I won.

Raw Dawg: What was that?

Woman: That was you.

Last week.

Raw Dawg: You recording this?

Yes, I record all of our conversations. You know that.

No, I didn't know that. And I didn't agree to it.

You did agree to it.

Why the hell would I do that?

Because someone was badly hurt.

And we're trying to figure out how and why.

Um, God. This is, um...

I'm not liking this. You know, I don't like

when you mess around with me like this.

I'm not messing around with you.

My head's already cloudy and I don't need you

futzin' around all in my memory like this!

I should never...

Should never have agreed to do this.

-It's okay. -No, it's not!

It's not okay, dammit!

(doll thuds)

Woman: Okay... (exhales)

Let's just take a breath.

We can-- we can forget about that for now.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get all worked up.

It's not like me.

That wasn't like me. I'm not a violent person.

It's okay.

Have a sip of water.

(gulps water)

Raw Dawg: Who's that?

Woman: Does he look familiar to you?

Raw Dawg: No. I mean, he's a little boy.

A lot of them look alike. It's not like, um,

there's... (breathes deeply)

Not like there's a lot of details on his face. I mean...

He's dressed kinda like a...

Woman: Like what?

Raw Dawg: I don't wanna be mean about it but,

he looks...

kinda like a little nerd or something.

Geez. You really write down everything, don't you?

Woman: The details are important.

Why am I looking at this nerdy kid?

Is there anything that you feel when you look at him?

Raw Dawg: Feel like... he needs some friends.

Maybe some new clothes.

Woman: Anything else?

Raw Dawg: I mean, I don't know what

you want me to say here. I mean...

just a strange little kid.

And I don't know what he's got to do with

what we've been doing here last couple of weeks.

I'm just trying something new to try to jog your memory.

Anything that occurs to you is fine.

Anything at all.

I mean, I guess it occurs to me is what's this

little kid doin' in a hotel room by himself?

Woman: That's a good question.

Raw Dawg: Where's his parents?

(heavy rock music playing)

Raw Dawg: Ahh. Okay. Sure.

So now this nerdy little kid's in here with Dr. Destruction.

This...

This is getting stupider and stupider.

Sorry, I don't have another doll.

Let's just pretend that this doll is this boy's father,

since you asked about his parents.

This kid's dad dresses like a pro wrestler?

Hard time believing this.

Try to look past the details.

Said the details were important.

Okay, fine.

(Raw Dawg laughs)

Woman: Is something funny?

Raw Dawg: (laughs) I don't know... it's just...

Woman: You're laughing.

Raw Dawg: Sorry, I don't know, I just--

started laughing.

Woman: Can you tell me what you're thinking about?

Raw Dawg: Wait.

Something's comin' to me.

I mean, I don't know if it's a memory or something else but...

Woman: Just go with it.

Raw Dawg: Okay. If you say so.

It's nice to meet you.

(sighs)

(soft music playing)

Here you go.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Where's your parents?

I was hoping you could show me

the Vertical Suplex Powerslam?

Nah, that's a dangerous move.

I know. You don't have to actually slam me.

I just wanna know how you do it.

Could you show me?

Woman: It's okay.

All right.

You got it.

But don't tell anybody 'cause we could get into trouble.

Okay.

Come on.

(light clicks off)

(electric guitar note)

All right.

I'm gonna show you the move,

but I'm not gonna give you the slam, okay?

-Okay. Yeah. -Ready?

(bell dings)

(heavy rock music playing)

(grunts)

-(boy laughs) -Whoa, okay!

-You are heavy! -(boy laughs)

(laughter continues)

Man, I don't know if I can hold ya.

I don't know if I can hold you.

-(boy laughs) -Gettin' dizzy.

I might drop you.

-I'm not feelin' too good. -Put me down.

-I might drop you. -Please put me down!

You're gettin' heavy, kid.

Boy: Put me down!

Put me down!

(shirt ripping)

-No! -No!

(echoing): No, no, no...

(sirens wailing)

-Raw Dawg: Can you... -Woman: Yes?

Raw Dawg: Can you get that gurney out of there, please?

Woman: Don't you wanna know who it is?

Raw Dawg: I want you to get that gurney outta there.

Please.

Woman: I think you should take a moment

to ask yourself,

who is under those--

Raw Dawg: Wait...

was that...

was that a real memory?

Did something happen to that little boy?

(sirens fade)

Is he who got hurt?

Am I...

Am I responsible?

Just try.

Try to remember.

I-I... It's too confusing.

(softly): You know...

The championship match, the wrestlers, suplex...

The little boy in the room.

Man in the room.

It's-- it's too cloudy for me.

I'm trying to straighten it out, but...

It's all just-- it's getting mixed up.

You're doing so well.

Just stay with it.

Why can't you help me?

Do you know what happened?

Woman: I know some things.

Tell me.

It's important that you remember.

(exhales)

I remember...

I remember a wrestling match.

Somebody got hurt, I think.

What's that have to do with the little boy?

Woman: Just go from what you remember.

(breathes heavily)

I can't-- I can't!

(panting)

I mean, the last thing I definitely remember is,

I put Dr. Destruction in the suplex...

(rapid breathing)

I've done it a million times before and nobody ever got hurt.

And I, I didn't mean to hurt that doctor.

At all...

Wait... wait, the-- the doctor.

It was--

It was definitely Dr. Destruction, right?

Woman: There is no Dr. Destruction.

(high-pitched tone)

What?

Woman: He's not real.

(heavy rock music playing)

Woman: It's okay.

Keep going.

It was a doctor.

Like a real doctor?

Yeah...

Yeah, I--

I put him in the suplex,

but I didn't mean to hurt him.

Woman: No, you didn't.

Raw Dawg: So how'd he get hurt?

Woman: You know.

There's a table and chairs and all the glasses...

What the...

fuck were they doing in the wrestling ring?!

-Woman: Were they in the ring? -Raw Dawg: Yeah.

Yeah, if he fell and broke his neck and his back...

Woman: It's okay. Keep going.

Raw Dawg: He broke his neck.

He got paralyzed.

Woman: Tell me why those chairs and that table

and those glasses were in the ring.

Raw Dawg: I don't know!

They don't have those things in wrestling rings.

Woman: They don't.

Raw Dawg: They only have 'em

in restaurants and bars and...

Raw Dawg: It was a bar.

Woman: Yes, it was in a bar.

Keep going, Doug.

-Raw Dawg: Who's Doug? -Woman: That's you.

That's your name.

You're Doug Avalon

and your wrestler name is Raw Dawg Avalanche.

Doug: That's right...

That's right 'cause I-- I've been retired.

Woman: Yeah.

Doug: Retired for a long time now.

And I was just sittin' there,

in that bar, having a drink, minding my own business,

like I always do and this...

It was that fucking doctor!

He sees me and he knows me.

So he starts telling jokes and they're not real nice jokes.

So I tell him...

I tell him to shut his fuckin' mouth or I'm gonna shut it for him.

And he says to me...

Woman: What did he say?

You remember.

Doug: He says to me...

(high-pitched tone)

"If you don't like it,

go cry to your daddy like a little fuckin' boy!"

(echoes): Like a little fuckin' boy...

(back bones crack)

(rock music playing)

Ahhhh!

(grunts)

Ahhhh!

(groans)

(music continues)

Man: Oh shi--

Ahhh!

(grunts)

(glass shattering)

(panting)

(heavy breathing)

(country song plays quietly)

I am not a violent person!

He was just an innocent man!

And nobody stopped me!

He was just a little man!

And no one helped him!

(sobbing): I'm not a violent person!

That monster made me a monster!

(song continues)

(sobs)

(crying): I was just a little boy...

(cries)

No one helped me...

(breathes heavily) None of you helped me!

None of you!

(exhales) You let him hurt me.

(cries)

He wasn't a good guy!

He was a monster!

And he hurt me...

(faint sirens)

(breathes heavily)

And now I'm gonna hurt you...

I'm gonna hurt all of you.

Raw Dawg Avalanche

is gonna kill every last one of you motherfuckers!

(panting)

(distorted sirens)

(sirens approaching)

(sirens stop)

(birds chirping)

So that's me.

Woman: Yes.

That's my dad.

Woman: Yes.

He was a doctor.

Woman: Yes.

Furnishings are different.

But this is it.

(exhales)

(ragged breaths)

Doug: Pat's Pizza.

(laughs)

That was a tradition every time we came.

He'd pick it up when he was done volunteering.

That's why we came here.

He volunteered at the free clinic once a month.

Good guy.

We couldn't tell anybody what we did here.

'Cause we might get in trouble.

Woman: Are you okay, Doug?

(clears throat)

It's all startin' to...

to become more clear to me now.

Woman: And?

What do you think?

(inhales)

I think I did something really terrible in that bar.

(exhales)

(sighs)

Something really...

terrible happened to me in this room.

(crying)

Hello?

Hello?

(cries)