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The kitchen? Hey, uh, the kitchen?

No, bro, I have no idea.

Ah.

Coming.

Hey. Hey. The kitchen? The kitchen...

The kitchen?

- Relax, sí? - The kitchen? The kitchen?

The kitchen? The kitchen?

That way.

Thanks.

Are you Mexican?

No, I'm sorry.

Hey, uh, the kitchen?

I'm VIP, asshole.

Are you Mexican?

Oui, chef.

Mexican?

- Are you Mexican? - Yes, what do you need?

- I need a Fresquito. - Fresquito?

- Tamarind. - Fresquito?

A fucking tamarind Fresquito. Come on, let's go.

A Fresquito.

Move faster, guys, move faster. We have...

Come on.

Oui, chef.

- Coming. - Here it is.

Watch out, don't break the sauce.

No fucking way!

The exit to the arena?

Make a right and then a left.

- Look where you're going. - Hey.

...three inside.

Three tickets. Eh?

The best for the best papa.

Enjoy the night. Hmm?

You took your time, asshole.

I had to go to three casinos.

You know what your problem is?

You don't respect the sanctity of boxing.

This is not a game, asshole.

Baseball is a game.

Football is a game, but boxing isn't.

Andy, here's what you wanted.

Thanks, honey.

You're a lifesaver.

Give me that.

What is this, asshole?

What's this? This isn't the brand.

I know, but it's tamarind.

- Motherfucker. - It's tamarind.

Asshole.

Take the label off.

I had to do more important things.

- More important? Like what? - Yes.

What's more important than the champion's superstition?

You want to go up on the ring and fight?

Hmm?

- Me? No. - Of course not, asshole.

When the champion asks you to get him something,

you bring him exactly what he asks, asshole.

How is the boy from Jalisco doing?

Hey.

Like a million bucks, baby.

- Like a million bucks. - More like a million pesos.

I hate that fucking old timer.

That chick he's fucking could be his granddaughter.

Come on, boys.

Look alive. Three minutes!

The commissioner is coming.

Hey!

Did you get it?

Of course. When have I failed you?

Huh? When?

What the fuck is this?

- What? - I drink Fresquito.

I drink tamarind Fresquito.

I brought many but this asshole drank them all.

- Esteban, don't be like that. - It's the tapatío flavor!

Who cares about the brand?

I care about the brand!

Breathe. You're nervous, asshole.

Motherfucker! I wasn't nervous until you said that.

Why don't you focus on the fucking fight?

- Fuck! - Don't tell me to...

I'll kick your ass!

Your brother-in-law drank my Fresquitos!

- I'm sorry. - Hey! You!

Thank your son who hid it in his bag.

You should thank him, asshole.

Protasio is eight years younger than you,

when he hits, it'll be hard.

When he tilts his head, his shoulder is out and you have space to hit him.

- I know. - I know you know.

He's your ex, not your son.

Hmm. Yeah.

- I'll see you out there. - It's getting late.

- My tickets? - Here.

Okay, what is this? Fix it.

- You're just jealous. - You look like a Christmas tree.

- That's why you're divorced. - Yeah, right.

This tastes like shit.

There it is, the tapatío flavor.

Let's go. Focus.

Yes, but I'm nervous.

- He's nothing next to you. - Okay, okay.

Kick his ass.

Presenting the tapatío pride,

from Concepción de Buenos Aires, Jalisco, Mexico,

Esteban "La Máquina"

Osuna!

Did we win?

What do you think, asshole?

I'll take a picture for Instagram.

Say hello to your fans.

You went back to sleep.

Just a little, baby.

Here's your juice.

And your shake for yoga.

We'll eat together, honey.

Good luck today, baby.

You can't rise if you're not down.

You can't rise if you're not down.

If you don't fall down, you don't know how to rise.

Rise to succeed!

Rise to succeed.

What's up, sweeties?

Rise to succeed, Becky.

Hi, Susy.

- Hey. - What's up?

- Your Bad Bunny tickets. - Cool.

I still owe you Checo's helmet, it's coming.

Hi, Andy, they're waiting for you.

- I'm going. - Go ahead.

- Play this on the screen. - Yes.

Bro.

One falls only to rise again.

Mexico's history is full of blows, falls and blood.

Esteban Osuna tells that story better than anyone.

He was already a legend before the fight with Protasio,

but he is now going to become an international icon

of perseverance and tenacity.

Think big. Something like Dalai Lama or Mahatma Gandhi.

Hashtag "rise to succeed." Hashtag "La Máquina returns."

That's what I said, yes.

Andy, your client doesn't have the same tracking.

Yeah, right. Put his face on a billboard and you'll see.

According to the last report, my balls would do better.

"My balls"?

Who do you think you're talking to?

Let's see about that in the rematch against Protasio.

You must think I'm stupid.

Is it a done deal?

I don't think you're stupid. I never said it was a done deal.

No, I don't think you're stupid.

I said it was gonna happen.

I'll sign that, it will happen.

Andy, the brands are offering 20% settlement on Esteban's contract.

Settlement?

Mm-hmm.

No fucking way, how can you talk about a settlement?

How many times have we gotten drunk together?

Bro, just think about this.

How many deals have you made thanks to Esteban?

Andy, take the 20%.

Tomorrow it will be 10%.

No one wants to see him lose.

His career is over.

They don't want to see him lose.

Gentlemen, Andy, have a nice day.

Excuse me.

One more.

Come on.

Very well, champ, breathe.

Okay, Sixto,

- see you later. - No, I'm leaving. Close the door.

Okay, Sixto.

Sixto?

Move your feet!

Kick his ass! Come on!

Come on! Four, two each!

Two each!

Move your feet! Three, four!

Two each! Come on! Four!

Two each!

Okay, your heart is healthy.

The blood tests look fine.

Here are your beta-blockers.

Okay.

- One a day. No more. - I know.

Did they help with the anxiety?

Yes...

but they also made me fat.

Eh?

Do you want to try something else?

No, these are great.

- Are you still sober? - Yes.

Did you go to the meetings?

Why not, champ?

If you don't have a group, we won't go far.

- You have to go. - Yes, but...

The first time I went,

about 15 people asked for my autograph, pictures...

The second time,

it was twice as many people.

They wanted pictures, it was complicated.

Okay.

Look...

I found a few things around here.

I'm a little worried.

Have you had any cognitive problems?

Memory loss, hallucinations?

- Do you hear things? - No.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

Depression?

Something like that?

I was knocked down in the first round in front of millions of people.

Is there a support group...

for that situation?

I'm not kidding, champ. You have to take care of yourself.

Okay.

Let me know if anything happens.

Okay.

- My love. - Honey.

- How was it? - Terrible.

- I'm late. - No.

Were you wearing your Dalai Lama necklace?

- Yes, it's right here. - So?

- I don't know. - It can't be.

Can you put this upstairs?

- Yes, but... - So it doesn't wrinkle.

I can't believe it.

- Andy, the hashtag is perfect. - I know.

They're little people with no vision.

- We'll talk later. - Later?

- My mommy. Please. - Right.

Good luck.

Thank you, honey.

Hello, Ma.

You're finally here.

Damn it, Celeste, not so hard.

Are you okay, ma'am?

- You do it, son. - Yes.

I'll do it.

Excuse me.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, Mom. I was late.

Only two men have known how to touch me,

you and your father.

It went bad, right?

Hmm.

They want to dump him.

Of course, you're too stupid for business and he's too old.

Son, you have to let him go.

How can you say that?

He's my best friend.

No, baby, I'm your best friend.

Hmm?

Yes, Mom.

Breathe.

- That's it. - It feels amazing, son.

Saúl, I need a plane ticket from Terminal 2 to see João.

What do you mean, "Which João?" Protasio's manager, asshole!

Yes, I don't care the destination,

buy one to Coatzacoalcos, I'm not going to use it.

Just buy the ticket. Stop talking!

Send the ticket to my cell now.

João!

What a coincidence!

You come to Mexico and you don't call me?

What a douche.

What a douche.

Just a connecting flight.

How is La Máquina?

He recovers fast, like Protasio.

No, Protasio doesn’t need to recover.

Hmm.

Well...

I have to go. My flight is about to leave.

No, you still have 40 minutes.

No?

This is no coincidence.

Let’s make history, man.

Come on!

We are already making history.

It was nice seeing you, Andy. I have to go now.

And I know of a story

no one has seen before.

Huh?

I don't know what you're talking about.

The video.

The one with Protasio.

Like... Like...

we've never seen him before.

That’s a lie.

You offered them 200.

I offered them a little more.

That’s why they don’t take your calls, asshole.

How much do you want? Three? Four?

You know what I want.

Rematch.

Rematch. Rematch.

Rematch.

In ten weeks we’ll knock him out again.

Ten weeks? You're crazy!

That's bullshit. Ten weeks?

Ten weeks, yeah, right. I'm not stupid.

My schedule is full.

Sixteen weeks minimum.

This negotiation has no rules anymore.

- Fourteen. - Twelve.

- Fourteen. - Twelve.

Son of a bitch.

Not a day more.

Take it or leave it.

You have big balls.

Go, and let me eat alone.

It's on. 12 weeks.

Just like in the video.

In 12 weeks, Esteban... will fuck him up.

Ah.

We'll make history.

Thanks, son.

Fuck!

Who's getting married?

Andrónico, motherfucker.

"Andrónico," don't talk to me like that.

How did you get in?

You gave me your keys.

No, I have another set of keys for your safety. Come here.

- Damn... - We have to celebrate.

But I can't drink.

Do you think I'm stupid?

It's what your kids drink at Christmas.

We're going to celebrate.

You'll have to put up a statue of me.

Damn, I can see that.

We have a rematch.

- Drink it! - Are you for real?

- How did you do it? - As I always do.

As I always do, with strategy.

When is it?

That's the problem.

It's in eight weeks.

- Eight weeks? No way. - Yes.

- Yes. - No, that's impossible.

- No, it's not impossible. - I can't do it.

No fucking way!

Eight weeks? You're so stupid!

- Do you really think I'm stupid? - No, but...

I asked for 12 weeks, dummy.

Twelve is almost the same.

- Nothing suits you. - It's almost nothing.

- I asked for 12 weeks. - I've never done it.

That's not the minimum.

- No fucking way, impossible. - That's what I asked for.

I'm sure you asked for more but you only got 12. They fucked you.

- You're right. - Motherfucker.

I can't lie to you.

You'll kick his ass in 12 weeks.

- I won't make it, I'm fat. - You'll make it.

- I won't make the weight. - You'll make the weight.

You have to, or we'll pay the purse, it's eight million.

That's stupid business.

- Give me more leverage. - What's that?

You got knocked out in the first round.

- Fucking blow he landed on me! - Exactly, asshole.

Is this how you want to go?

We can shut it down.

Let people remember you for that blow.

"Who was La Máquina?"

"The asshole who fell in the first round."

"The asshole who fell in the first round."

We'll open up a restaurant, retire, asshole.

Okay, then, 12 weeks, cheers.

In 12 weeks I'll kick your ass and then Protasio's.

- We'll see. - We'll see?

I'll kick your ass and then Protasio's.

- Let's make dinner. - Okay.

Let's make something delicious.

- Does your ex still bring you food? - Yes.

That's why you don't get laid. Just seeing your fridge killed my boner.

You'll agree with me, Protasio is wasting his time...

...fighting a rematch with someone he knocked out in one round.

Protasio should focus on an actual contender,

the current welter champ, "Handsome" Harry Felix.

Samy, La Máquina is still a machine.

La Máquina was a machine

until he became the vacuuming machine for any crap he had in front of him.

Esteban Osuna has fought wars and won them all.

But now he's facing his Waterloo which is the scale!

Because I doubt he'll make it. Have you see him?

I don't think he'll reach the weight. It's 63 kg.

Start looking for another job.

This is fucked.

No, no, no.

You're too slow, do it like Pérez Prado.

I'll give him the benefit of the doubt.

What doubt are you talking about?

Please. Have you seen him?

He looks like a badly wrapped torta.

Samy, please. La Máquina has the iconic body of the Mexican fighter.

Maybe, but haven't you seen Protasio? He's a monster.

He'll knock him out in the first round.

That's it.

Remember the fight against Zimolenko at the Cesar's?

No one thought he'd win.

Yes, but he can't live on his past glory.

No! Come on!

Water. Bring me some water.

- What? - I'm sorry.

I'll give you that in paper,

La Máquina might have a disadvantage,

but he's older and knows best.

I wouldn't give up on him.

This is probably his last fight.

And if he doesn't win, the money machine will come to an end.

What do you think?

You know this is a process.

You're 2.3 kilos over, champ.

We won't make it. Look at this.

Should I start looking for other options?

Do what you have to do.

Let's wait for the weigh-in.

And before Sammy has a stroke,

we'll go to commercials, we'll be right back.

Inside the Ring.

I'll leave tickets for you. Don't leave me hanging.

Hey, Andy, how are you?

Fine and you, love?

- Fine, it's nice to see you. - It's been a long time.

- Commissioner, how are you? - Andy.

- It's nice to see you. - Gentleman.

- Sir, I thought you wouldn't come. - I'm right here.

You pulled an ace out your sleeve with this fight.

I'm just good at my job, don't look so surprised.

People are saying he might die in the ring.

Is that what they're saying?

It's a nice way to go.

When you and I die, we'll leave penniless

and no one will remember us.

They won't remember you! Me, they will.

- A picture? - Yes, of course.

- Come here. - With the commissioner, please.

- For Facebook. - Will he make the weight?

What? Of course he will.

When have I failed you?

Champ.

Champ.

Brother-in-law, come here.

Don't fuck it up, asshole.

Hello, boss, here's a contribution

for your help with the weigh-in, as usual.

Make it 63 kg.

62.5 kg.

Exactly 63 kg!

I told you.

- See? - Well done.

He didn't take it.

Máquina. Máquina. Máquina.

No.

I agree, let's acknowledge

that Esteban Osuna was very tough in the press conference, no doubt about it.

Don't you wish this fight was 10 years ago?

Why wouldn't he wish that?

Now he has to pee every five minutes. It's tough.

Then why do you ask me about addiction?

Lucky strikes exist, that's what happened, Protasio.

What are you talking about?

It was a lucky punch.

Lucky punch?

You're an old machine.

It's nonsense.

Sit down, clown. This is...

It was the perfect strategy, tickets sold out in two hours.

Esteban "La Máquina" Osuna won't get to the second round.

You're all witnesses to the words of Samy Salgado.

La Máquina will lose in the second round.

I think there will be a knockout in the third round.

He has so much faith.

Let's watch that machine break down.

Esteban, this way, please. Make a comment.

Esteban, please.

- Thank you. - That's enough, guys.

- Thank you. - Have a drink.

- Cheers. - Hi.

Ohh!

- Water. - Careful, champ.

...reading the way he moves his head.

No champ, It's the feet.

That's why you lost the last one?

- I'm glad you came. - Win!

Esteban, here.

I think it's that way...

- Hi. - Hi.

It's boring.

What is?

These things are boring.

Yeah. Yeah, no, right.

Do you want some?

No.

No, thank you, I have a thing tomorrow and I can't.

Thank you.

And what do you have to do tomorrow?

Um...

I'm Esteban, what’s your name?

- I’m Zamira. - Nice to meet you.

What do you do for a living?

I’ve done the same thing my whole life,

and it’s coming to an end.

I have to think what I’m going to do next.

You're so mysterious.

I'm just a little bit confused.

What about you? Are you an actress or a model?

Well, I'm kind of a dancer, I do performance.

Great. Where do you do it?

Tomorrow we'll be in La Casa Amarilla in Chapultepec.

Ah.

- I know... - You do?

...Chapultepec.

Hey.

- It's great you do that. - Yes.

It's great when you have an audience.

You don't always have an audience?

No, it's hard...

Zamira, I just met a journalist.

He wants to interview us about the play.

Gaby...

Esteban?

Are you Esteban Osuna?

Hmm.

Do you know him?

La Máquina.

Nice to meet you, I'm Gaby.

- Good night, Gaby. - My family is from Tapalpa, Jalisco.

- Really? - Yes.

That’s great, it's next to Concepción de Buenos Aires.

You're an idol.

- Thanks. - Do you go there often?

- Yes. - You should go.

Everyone loves you there.

Yes, I go there a lot.

When you lost in the last one, everybody cried.

Right.

- Are you okay? - Yes.

- But you'll win this one, right? - Yes.

I have an event tomorrow so I have to go to sleep.

- See you later, nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.

- Good luck. - Bye.

- Bye, Zamira. Nice to meet you. - You too.

- You really didn't you know him? - No, I didn't.

La Máquina.

Run! Two for each.

Hands up!

Move your feet! 3!

Kick his ass! Hard!

- You stood me up. - You did.

- I didn't. You said-- - Of course you did.

- Hi, Andy. - What is it, my love?

- You have a call. - I do? Who is it?

- Hello? - Did you like our trick at the weigh in?

- Who is it? - What do you mean?

- Who is it? - The ones who fixed it, again.

I like your suit.

We'll be in touch.

I don't cry anymore but I used to.

If you have children, stay together.

- You better. - Máquina.

- I'll kick your ass. What? - Máquina, champ.

- Andy's looking for you. - Hey, Saúl.

- How are you? - He's going to cut my balls off.

No, he won't cut them off.

No fucking way, in this house they inject you.

- They inject you. - Shut up, asshole.

They inject your face, your butt, everything.

Don't let him go or he'll get away.

- This way. - I'll open.

I was about to kick some ass...

Shut up, asshole, my mom is asleep.

Andy? What happened?

You're going to wake up my mommy.

He's wasted.

Shut up. What are you laughing at?

- Saúl, is he wasted? - No, he's...

Carlota, come on!

You'll have to cancel the fight.

Go to the bedroom, we'll talk there.

- Okay, bye, kids. - Don't slam the door.

- We'll get some rest. - If my mom wakes up, we're fucked.

Asshole.

If you're lucky, you won't throw up in the first round.

You're so fucking selfish.

Everything I have to deal with for your fucking rematch.

The threats, asshole.

I'm tired.

I'll do as my mom says.

And I'm going to...

- Put everything in there. - Yes.

Don't forget anything.

Last time I told you to put...

and you didn't do it. I'm telling you.

I told you.

Please do it.

Fresquito?

- It tastes like shit. - I want the coldest one.

Saúl.

Here.

Here.

My old man took me to my first fight when I was five.

My mom was furious.

It was a regular fight, none of the boxers were very good.

But one month before,

in those same streets of Camagüey, where I was born,

one of the boxer's brothers killed the other boxer's brother.

So you can imagine how many people went to the fight.

It was very hot.

And my old man who was a smart and educated man,

something of a philosopher,

before the bell rang, he told me,

"This isn't a fight,

a little play."

Because each boxer, like it or not,

brings a story and plays a role.

As stupid as the people who do this are,

what we do here is theater.

Pure theater.

Protasio...

plays the offense in front of the cameras.

But on the ring, he plays defense.

He doesn't like to take punches, he only gives them.

He's so fucking selfish.

I'm sure he's never satisfied a woman, he only thinks about himself.

But this one...

with all his bullshit,

knows that life gives and takes.

And that pleasure comes with suffering.

And he's made a living for himself and for all of us,

eating that suffering patiently.

That's what can save us today.

Patience.

For every 20 bad blows,

give him a good one.

You just have one shot.

Go for it.

I'm sure this venue will be full today.

Packed.

But they didn't come to see Protasio versus La Máquina,

they've already seen that fight.

And we lost.

People will come and see

arrogance versus determination.

Aggressiveness versus resistance.

People will come and see

a little play.

I think this asshole wants a raise.

Come on!

Kick that fucking egomaniac's ass.

Okay, bro.

Finish that IV and fight. Let's go!

Let's fight!

Ladies and gentlemen,

dear fans,

tonight's main event!

From Jalisco, Mexico,

Esteban "La Máquina"

Osuna!

Máquina! Máquina! Máquina!

Máquina! Máquina! Máquina! Máquina!

Máquina! Máquina!

Máquina! Máquina!

Máquina! Máquina!

Máquina! Máquina! Máquina!

And now,

in the other corner,

the current welter champ

from Philippines,

Protasio

Lamco!

Go, Protasio!

You're the champion! You're gonna win...

Samy, La Máquina versus Protasio 2!

What can we expect from this sequel?

My dear Memo de la Peña, I think

that if La Máquina Osuna

isn't a well-oiled machine,

we'll have the same result as in Las Vegas.

And that will be very painful for the audience.

The fight begins, Samy!

Look at that speed and those feet!

That's the strength of youth.

Protasio is going forward without wasting time.

He wants to take the first flight to Manila.

He wants to kill La Máquina in the first round.

- Did we make a mistake? - As usual.

This could end up being a big disappointment.

Don't hurt him!

- That Filipino is showing... - He's fine.

...that the power of youth is crushing

La Máquina's experience.

Ohh!

Get out of here, Esteban!

The bell saves La Máquina.

They're killing him, dad.

This is the chronicle of a beating foretold.

Honey, wait for me, I'll be home for dinner.

- Did you see the swing he gave you? - Yes.

You really felt it, huh?

- Was it good? Let him enjoy that. - Yes.

Let him enjoy it and be patient.

Be patient.

Samy, the second round is starting,

what does La Máquina have to do to turn this around?

Turn back time, my dear Memo de la Peña,

turn back time, back to the future.

Because I don't see any other way.

Esteban needs short term memory to forget that first round,

go forward...

That won't be a problem with that punch,

I bet he even forgot his own name.

La Máquina reacts. Come on!

What did La Máquina take?

Protasio recovers!

He has La Máquina against the ropes.

La Máquina is fighting back.

La Máquina receives many punches but he lands the most dangerous one

and the strongest one so far.

We have him. It's done.

- He's enjoying it. - Yeah.

When he opens up, nail him a hook.

We only have one shot.

One shot or we're fucked.

- Eh? - Eh.

That piece of shit is old.

No more than a round.

Finish it. Is it clear to you?

Samy, the third round is starting, let's see if La Máquina

lands another punch like in the last round.

I doubt it, my dear Memo de la Peña, I doubt it.

I think the punch La Máquina landed in the last round

was a lucky strike

because La Máquina isn't moving,

it's not there, the legend isn't back.

Máquina! Máquina! Máquina! Máquina!

Get out of there!

Esteban is known for waiting...

This asshole is asleep, Sixto!

He only strikes when the time is right.

He's not the same boxer who was here in the first round.

This is La Máquina's last chance to tip the balance

in this memorable encounter.

Protasio moves forward,

Esteban is in trouble, he's against the ropes.

Protasio has him where he wants.

He cornered him, La Máquina has to respond.

Now, hit him now.

Like a donkey's kick!

A definite blow

that La Máquina Osuna landed!

Papa! Máquina!

No fucking way!

It's over!

La Máquina won! Esteban Osuna won!

Knockout!

Esteban won! His fans are celebrating!

Esteban! What a night!

This place is falling apart!

We're all going to celebrate!

Celebrate the glory of La Máquina Osuna!

Máquina! Máquina!

Máquina! Máquina!

Reclaiming the welter championship,

Esteban "La Máquina"

Osuna!

- Hey. - Wait, asshole!

No, it's my turn.

- What do you want? - It's important.

- What? - Excuse me.

Hey.

Santi, turn off the music, please.

I'm sorry, it's the plus side of renting the whole place.

Really quick, I just got a call from the Council

and an email I want to read to you.

We'll play music in a second.

"The World Boxing Council invites the Mexican boxer,

Esteban "La Máquina" Osuna to present his belt

and unify the titles in a world championship fight

against the current British champion,

"Handsome" Harry Felix.

No fucking way!

You're a demon, asshole!

Two fucking hours, Sixto! It took them two hours to call me!

No fucking way.

Máquina! Máquina! Máquina!

- Asshole. - No, man.

- Thank you. - No, I'm done.

- I'm done. - Just one more.

I want to get fat, I want to eat whatever I crave.

- It's always the same. - I want to have a good time.

- We have to do it. - I want to be happy, fall in love.

- You make me the happiest man. - No, bro.

Motherfucker, that hurt.

- Well done, Máquina. - Thanks.

- Congratulations, Máquina. - Damn.

Oh, damn.

Congratulations.

Listen, I was thinking,

I'm done with this,

you and I, the kids, I don't know...

maybe we could give it another chance.

Esteban,

I love you...

but I'm not the one.

I knew you'd say that.

I know, I'm talking nonsense.

A little bit.

I love you, girl.

And I miss you... a lot.

Congratulations, champ.

You're going numb, get up and dance.

What happened to the champagne?

Take this. There's a present inside.

Open it.

Máquina.

It's La Máquina.