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[dramatic music]

[upbeat music]

[woman] Hey, Cash!

[man] Cash, you're the man!

[crowd cheering]

Yeah, yeah!

Hey, chief, I'm not sure this is the right time.

[Cash] Fuck that. Lay it on me, sport.

Any chance your nine-inch claim is a bit of an overstatement?

What?

You some kind of an authority on my cock now?

[Jett] I've seen it. Not sure if that makes me an authority.

-When? After a workout? -Yeah.

Well, he's not nine inches after I peel off my bun-huggers, sport.

-Even still. -Even still what, shit bird?

Physics just don't equate.

[chuckles]

You think a woman of Jade's caliber's gonna settle for six inches?

Look, all I'm saying is you are not nine.

[sighs] Fine, eight.

But if you think I'm dropping down to seven,

you need to go see a motherfucking optometrist.

[Cash] This sardine's dropping in 30 seconds, people! Who wants in?

Fuck, yeah! You know what time it is?

-[crowd cheering] -[rock music]

-[man] Come on, Cash, come on, Cash! -Whoo! Yeah!

-I love my baby so much. -I love you too, sweetheart.

The time is now, Instagram!

I finally get to kill myself a commie. Lock and load, motherfuckers!

-I love you. -Love you, too. Go get him.

After all the talk, all the insults, World War III is finally erupting!

-Tyron, USA versus Russia. -We've broken this fight down.

[Tyron] Stylistic. Literally down to a molecule.

These guys cannot stand each other.

And it's gonna make for a spectacular matchup.

It could be an instant classic.

[whooping]

[Kenny] Cash is in the cage, the crowd is on its feet,

let's throw it to ring announcer,

-Richie Simpson! -Bitch!

Come on!

[Richie] And now, for the fight we've all been waiting for!

From the sold-out MGM Grand in beautiful Las Vegas, Nevada,

it's time…

-for damage! -[crowd cheering]

In the blue corner, Fighting out of St. Petersburg, Russia!

Standing at five foot eight inches

weighing 170 pounds,

with an impressive record of 18 wins, 4 losses,

the world's number one welterweight contender,

-Timofei "The Terrible"… -[crowd jeering, booing]

…Kozlov!

And in the red corner, standing five foot nine inches

weighing 171 pounds,

-fighting out of Birmingham, Alabama… -[crowd cheering]

…with a record of 37 wins, one defeat,

the undisputed lightweight champion of the world,

the undisputed welterweight champion of the world,

-The Slayer! -[crowd cheering]

Liquid Cash Boykins!

All right, gentlemen, bring it in.

Bring it in, guys. Let's go.

Okay, gentlemen, you both received your instructions in the locker room

you all know the rules. If you want to touch gloves, do so now.

Did you check this commie fuck for nerve agents, Mike?

It's 1:00 a.m. on the East Coast, Cash. You wanna get this thing started?

This election-meddling son of a bitch won't take long.

-America suck dick. -[grunts]

[crowd cheering, jeering]

Get back to your corners.

[Mike] All right, let's go. Let's do this thing.

Blue corner, you ready? Red corner, you ready?

-Fuck, yeah! -Let's go.

-[bell rings] -[crowd cheers]

[grunts]

[groans]

Come on, bitch.

[crowd cheering, whistling]

Come on!

-[grunts] -[clinks]

Yes.

Yes!

[grunts]

[crowd cheers]

-[referee] Enough! Fight's over. -[grunts]

[sound fades]

[Cash] Roses are red,

violets are blue.

I'm feeling pretty tits right now, but sure could really use a blow job.

-That almost rhymed! -Eat your heart out, Emily Dickinson.

-Yes, sir, baby! -Cash, you are not posting that.

Never, baby. Never.

Ooh, yummy, yum, yum, yum!

-Drink looks tasty, too. -[Desiree chuckles]

Desiree, sweetheart, please do not encourage that cheese.

It's called humor, darling.

-Not where I come from. -Ooh, burn!

[laughs]

-Isn't my son a face god, Dez? -Here we go.

I mean, it's hard to believe with that faggoty hair

and those pretty boy looks, but…

You know, chief here slipped one past the goalie back in college.

And sport was the youngest ever to make the US judo team.

Will you please shut the hell up and just drink your drink?

Desiree, we'll let you know if we need anything else.

-[Desiree] No problem, just let me know. -Thank you.

Are you fucking blind?

She's tighter than a seven-year-old Korean boy.

Enough with the damn Olympic card.

Since when did throwing out a résumé

for a tasty piece of hair pie become a goddamn crime?

Have a beer with me, we'll jack her back to the mansion.

No mansion-jacking.

-I've got a calculus test tomorrow. -Fuck arithmetic!

You know Mom's gonna breathalyze my ass right when I get home, too, so…

-Goddamn wack job she is. -[Jett] Hey.

Dill weed, she might be your ex, but she's my mom.

Way to go, Jetty!

Apologies, sport.

How is Miss Looney Tunes doing anyway?

She still on Match.com? [chuckles]

No. Threw in the towel last month.

What about Tard? How's he?

Come on. Can you please not call him that for me? Please?

Fine, pussy hole.

[opens can]

-Don't you ever stop? -Hmm!

Yeah.

-Ten seconds before I puke. -[chuckles]

How's Timofei "The Terrible" feeling right about now?

About three million bucks richer.

And you?

I made a million bucks per second last night, sport.

Holy crap. Ah, uh… This is me right here on the left.

-Love you, Jade. -Love you too, Jetty.

-You got Kareef tomorrow at 3:00 p.m. -I'll be there.

Wow.

-Thanks for including me. -Always, sport. It's fun.

-[jabbering] -Oh, fucker!

-Hey! -Too slow, pussy hole!

[Cash] Vengeance is mine, fucker!

[car door closes]

[engine revving]

[somber music]

[somber music continues]

[vomits]

[utensils clinks]

[Susan] I'm gonna need you to help me out this afternoon, Jett.

[Jett] Oh, I've got Kareef at three, Mom.

[Susan] Just take his Xbox with you and stick him in Patti's office.

[Jett] Patti is busy, Mom!

[Susan] No, she's not, trust me.

I don't want to go to the gym. He'll call me a 'tard.

-Oh, I talked to him. That's done, Okay. -I want to play with Patrick.

No chance, baby.

-But I want to. -Today's no good, Q.

Can you get him his meds and finish up everything?

I got a client at 7:45.

-[Jett] Yeah, go. -Don't forget your lunches, okay?

-I love you guys. -[Jett] Yeah, love you, too.

Here you go.

[door closes]

Swallow it.

Open.

Good man. Hey.

When you're finished, plate in the sink, brush your teeth, and get dressed, okay?

[Quinn] Okay.

[Quinn] Hey, Jett?

-Hey, Jett? -Yeah?

Will there always be toys in the world?

Look, I've got a huge test.

Just tell me yes or no and I promise I'll stop.

Yes, there will always be toys.

Forever?

Yeah.

[bell rings]

-What's up, man? -How you doing, man? Good?

-I'll catch you boys later. -All right.

-Yo, Q. How you moving, homie? -Looking handsome, dawg.

-Thanks, bro. -You look good, boss.

-Nice T-shirt, man. -My man.

Hey, your dad is filthy, man. That's the only way to describe him.

Dude, were you there when he made it rain at Olympic Gardens?

How'd you guys see that?

[Quinn] Excuse me, I have a question.

Do you guys like ever stick out your tongues at each other?

-On my phone and everything. -Quinn!

Quinn, did you know that

Fat Lexi have like big, giant, flabby boobies?

-[man] Hey! -[laughing]

Patrick, come on now.

-[Patrick] It's funny, Mr. Stewart. -[Mr. Stewart] No, it's not funny.

Your dad's the shit.

Okay, Gerry. Come on, man, what's up? You want detention?

-No, sir. -[Mr. Stewart] No.

That language doesn't fly in my class.

-Make it quick, Jett. -[grunts]

-Tongue fixation. -No, it's not tongue fixation!

Jett, what the heck is wrong with you?

[Mr. Stewart] Okay, every… everybody, calm down.

All right? Thanks for the heads-up.

[paper rustling]

[pencil scribbling]

[footsteps]

-[girl] There you go. -[teacher] Thank you.

[indistinct chatter in hallway]

Thanks, Jett.

Improper integrals, huh?

-Can you get lower than an F? -[chuckles]

No, seriously, when she hands back our tests,

mine's gonna have a big red G written across the top.

No.

[zipper grasps]

Hope this fighting thing works out.

[woman laughing] Thank, God.

[coach] Nice, baby, nice!

You hit a hammer. Again!

Good, good! Now, don't get lazy, come on.

[gun in games beeping]

[coach] Do it again, but quick and fast. Let's go.

There you go, come on! Move, move, move!

[phone rings]

Boykins Fight Academy, this is Patti.

[coach] Very good! Nice, nice.

[man] Paid for this suit, too.

-Jamie's on two. -How's Quinn holding up in there?

Other than asking me if he can watch Pornhub, splendidly.

Jesus. [chuckles]

All right.

Jamie!

-You shaved that hideous beard off yet? -Fuck you, Cash.

I'm sitting here with my attorney, Mr. Adelsberg, AKA the Jew Assassin,

and he's just informed me that you and Rami once again

are giving it to me up the dirt chute.

[Jamie] Shocking.

The gate, merchandise, pay-per-view, foreign PPV, all way down.

Your numbers in Russia alone aren't even close.

[Jamie] Yeah, all right. I'll get into it with Rami

and I'll get back to you fellas, okay?

-What does that even mean? -They're worse than Putin.

Yeah. But they can be defeated.

[Kareef] Three, two.

One. Good, twist.

[grunts]

-Is this Colbie fucking Caillette? -Caillat.

Holy fuck. My son's a turd burglar, fellas!

How do you expect to issue a beat-down

when you listen to all that West Hollywood Meryl Streep bullshit?

Colbie's hot, chief. Her, Taylor, and Selena.

And they do more for charity than you ever will.

I give millions to charity, dickface. It's called taxes.

We gotta hook you up to System of a Down,

Deftones, Rob Zombie.

I love my girls. Deal with it.

If you say so, sport. You ready to deal with me?

No, not a chance.

-I can't even lift my arms. -Hey, I'm wearing skinny jeans, buddy.

We're even. Get the fuck up here.

[pants]

You don't need that pussy headgear.

Come on!

[blows air]

Come on, pussy.

Judo fag mamma's boy.

-[grunts] -[high-pitched ringing]

[Cash] Oh, shit, we got a bleeder here!

[Patti] Cash!

[Cash] Hey, Insta, what's up?

Yeah, I'm back from Vegas with my boy Jett here,

about to be arrested for child abuse!

[Cash] Come on, sport.

-That's right. -Come on, Jett, get fistic, baby!

Kareef, maybe put on some of that Call Me Maybe shit and wake his ass up.

-[grunts] -[man] Ooh!

-Ooh! Shit. -[Patti] Holy crap.

-Finish him! What you doing? -He's fucking stupid.

Kick me in the fucking face, huh?

Fuck off! Fuck off! Fuck off! Fuck off!

[grunts]

Fuck! I can't!

-How does that feel? -Fuck off!

Yo, Patti! You delete that shit, now!

[Patti] I'm deleting! Jesus.

[indistinct chatter]

[grunts]

[drumbeats]

Hey, Quinn.

-Go to bed. -Am I good?

Yeah, solid, Q. Keep practicing and you can be in a real band soon.

You'll slay babes left and right. Now, go to bed.

[chuckles] "Slay babes."

-Hey, Jett? -Hey, what?

I have a question. Do some girls have wieners?

[scoffs]

Where'd you hear that?

I saw it on BeNaughty.com.

You visiting those sites again?

Do you want Mom to kill you?

I'm won't do it again, I promise.

Yeah. Well, you do it again and I'm telling her.

-Because it's weird, right? -Yes, very.

Now, look, it's 10:20. Go to sleep.

Oh, wait, did I have melatonin?

-Yeah. -Can you have Mom peek on me?

Mm-hm.

-You promise? -Yes.

-Okay, love you, Jett. -Love you, too.

More than yourself?

-Say it. -More than myself. Now go to sleep.

[water running]

[door closes]

[Jett] Hey.

[Susan] Hey.

Not again, Mom.

Made 200 dollars in four hours. That's twice what I make at Pro-Sport.

-Where? -The Yard.

Mom, everyone we know goes there!

No, don't give me that look.

A physical therapist at 41 is great, but a waitress at 41 is pathetic.

Providing for my boys is pathetic?

How many nights a week?

-No, ballpark. Three? Four? -Yeah.

So four nights a week, I have Quinn?

He's making millions.

You wanna ask him for more money? Cause I'm not doing that.

[Susan sighs]

[water runs]

I fought that son of a bitch in court for ten years.

All the while, he never gave me a dime for Quinn's heart surgery,

never a dime for his stomach surgery.

I know he is back in your life,

and I know he's helping you follow your dream, so I keep quiet.

But it's real goddamn hard, Jett.

[phone rings, vibrates]

[indistinct chatter on phone]

-[Jett] Got you good today. -Yeah, you did.

That was only the second time in what…

22 years of fighting, that I got caught by a roundhouse.

[Jett] Yeah? When was the first?

Ten years ago. Claude.

Is that the only time you ever lost a fight?

[Cash] In my life?

Fuck, no!

Birmingham's 75 percent black.

Homies went Reginald Denny on my ass hourly.

[chuckles]

Hey, I got a nice surprise for you tomorrow.

Don't be late.

W… Wait, what is it?

[exhales]

[Ms. Malek] Then we multiply all of this by delta X,

which is two over N, and this is gonna be the setup

for rewriting our definite integral using Riemann sum.

-[bell rings] -Have a productive day, everyone.

How'd you do?

-I'm sorry. -[Jett] It's not your fault.

See ya. Good job. Great work. Good job, good work.

[student 1] I know. Well, wish me luck.

[student 2] I know. What are you doing after school?

-Ms. Malek. -Hello, Jett.

Is… is there anything I can do?

-Yes, you can avoid Las Vegas. -That trip was planned.

You've known about this test for a month, Jett.

Oh, what if I did some extra credit?

[Ms. Malek sighs]

I think it runs a little deeper than that.

That 41 was generous.

Look, you missed a lot of important stuff last year.

What about a tutor?

If I don't pass your class, I don't graduate.

[Ms. Malek] Just 25 bucks an hour.

Whatever it takes.

♪ Now child-eating spiders Quickly run away ♪

♪ And slithering snakes Will be too scared to stay ♪

♪ They run for the hills ♪

-♪ Fleeing your neighborhood ♪ -[TV music fades out]

[somber music]

[inaudible chatter]

[somber music continues]

[Jett] Yo, chief!

You ready?

Yeah.

Meet your sparring partner?

You want me to spar Enrique Castaneda?

[Cash] Number-three welterweight in the world.

Got to fix your jab.

[Enrique grunts]

[woman] Excuse me, are you okay?

Are you sure?

Yeah. I'm fine, ma'am.

I appreciate your concern, though.

-Thank you. -[woman] Okay.

Hey, y'all. [chuckles]

-[Jett] Quinn, look towards me, please. -I'm watching the game.

There's no TV in here, Quinn.

Just shut up and look towards me. And finish your damn burger, now!

-Hi, yeah, is this… -I'm going to go watch the game.

[Jett] Is this Johnnie?

My name is Jett Boykins. I'm a senior at Ramsay High.

-Hi. -Hello.

My name is Quinn. What's your name?

I was referred to you by Ms. Malek.

[woman chuckles]

-Um, I have a question. -Yes.

Do you, like, ever stick out your tongue at each other… tongue at each other?

Yeah, that works perfectly. Thank you. And I'll talk to you later, bye.

[Jett] Uh, we're sorry to bother you, ma'am.

-Start walking, Quinn. -Hey, stop pushing me.

-What happened to your face? -I got my butt kicked.

-[Quinn] Stop! -[Jett] Shut up!

Get in the car.

Fuck! Fucking…

-What is your freaking problem, Jett? -It's all just so weird

and disturbing, okay?

-I can't take it any fucking more! -I have Williams syndrome!

-Don't give me that bullshit! -It's not my fault!

-Yeah, whose fault is it then? -Stupid jerk.

-[thuds] -Ow!

-I hate you! -I hate you back.

[Quinn sniffles] That hurt.

[sniffling continues]

Hey, Jett.

Can we listen to Christmas music?

[Jade] You would've been so proud of Kingston today.

Mr. Tanaka moved him up from an orange belt to a green.

-Hold on. He skipped blue? -"He number one for his age."

[both laughing]

Little fucking stud.

[Jade chuckles] I love you.

-[chuckling continues] -[Cash] Aw, I love you, too, baby girl.

What? What's wrong?

[clears throat]

I think I'm gonna be sick.

-We should go. -I just ordered the bone-in.

I know, but I'll order you whatever you want.

Please, I'm gonna throw up.

-All right. -[Jade] Okay.

-All right. -[Jade] Come on, Cash, let's go.

[indistinct chatter on TV]

Oh, shit!

[bowl clanks]

-Hi. -You sexy little minx.

-[chuckles] -Ah!

Fuck, you're so beautiful, babe.

[whispers] You're so fucking beautiful.

-I love you. -I love you.

Mm. [Cash smooches]

Fuck.

-Hey. -Yeah, what's up?

Can we just talk for a second, please?

Didn't we already talk enough at dinner?

Let's see.

Kingston's kicking ass in karate. You want a bodyguard.

All right?

It's about Susan.

-I just went limp. Thanks. -[sighs]

Fuck.

[grunts, chuckles]

Listen, I know you insist on keeping her stuff separate from me.

I don't insist on anything. We have a contract, remember?

Okay, well, I'm sorry to tell you this, but I'm your wife.

And I'm gonna have an opinion or two on certain topics,

which means you are required to listen to me.

-Okay? -Okay, go.

Cash, they need money.

Where is this shit coming from, baby?

I've been thinking about this shit for the past nine years!

We never help with Quinn.

-He's not your son, Jade. -No, he's not!

He's your son.

But that doesn't mean I'm not allowed to help care for him, does it?

Fine. So, take him for an afternoon, have Kingston play with him, great.

-But that's it. -Why?

Why, Cash, why can't we just love him? Love him like we love Kingston?

-Because he won't love us back. -Oh, my God! Of course he will!

Why do you say that? Why do you even think that?

Cause she lied to them about me!

-Cash, you hit her. -Yeah, after she attacked me, honey!

I had to wait two years before I could even see them.

Now, she lied to the cops, she lied on the stand.

Fuck her! She gets what she gets

and she shouldn't be throwing a fucking fit about it.

So, because of her, they have to suffer?

-Suffer? No, they learn. -[scoffs]

Hard work, adversity, struggle. That's how winners are made.

-Not, uh, coddling Kingston around. -No, no, no.

Don't you fucking do that shit! Don't fucking start with me, Cash.

I took fights for two grand, I worked two jobs.

I had two little kids.

We were this close to being homeless, baby.

My old man didn't give me jack shit.

Your old man was an abusive drunk who didn't have jack shit to give you.

If I give money to Susan, she gives money to Jett,

and that can't happen!

-We have four houses and nine cars. -I'm done talking about this.

-Four houses and nine cars, Cash! -Jade, fuck you!

Fuck you! Get the fuck out of here.

-Yeah, I will, you fucking cunt. -[door slams]

[scribbles]

-[Susan] Hi. -Hey.

-[Susan] Did Quinnie go to bed okay? -Yeah.

[keys jangling]

[chair scrapes]

-[Susan] I'm a terrible mother. -Mom.

-How do I allow my child… -Because it's who I am.

Fighting isn't who you are, it's what you do.

Clearly, I fucking suck at it.

[sniffles]

What? What happened?

I got my ass fed to me, Mom.

[sobs]

[sniffles, exhales]

No.

With Q.

[sniffles]

I just wish I had someone else. Someone to share with.

Cause it just never stops. And I always feel like a failure.

[Susan] I ask a lot of you, it's not fair.

It's not.

Did I ever tell you about my first Williams syndrome convention?

No.

[Susan] I had no clue what I was getting into.

Quinn had just been diagnosed…

[clicks tongue] …and I entered this hotel lobby,

and saw, like, 400 little Willies running around.

-And I'm like, "Oh, my God." -[laughs]

I was… I was like a zombie, going from session to session,

obsessed with getting information

to… to somehow fix this problem, and I hadn't even cried yet.

When a mother learns that she's gonna have to take care

of a special-needs child for the rest of her life,

she requires a good cry, right?

Yeah. You didn't cry? Not once?

[clicks tongue]

And then I went into the last session of the weekend.

It was on siblings.

And there was this doctor up there, with his long gray hair, and this beard,

and all these years of research and experience,

and he was talking about

how brothers and sisters of kids with special needs

turn out to be the most wonderful, loving, giving adults.

And I just…

And I just… lost it.

I could not stop crying. The tears just…

Because I knew that would be you.

[melancholic music]

[Jett continues sobbing]

[Cash] How's the grill?

Hurts.

[Cash] Yeah, well, you'll recover.

Yeah, I know, I'll recover.

But…

Look, sometimes, it just seems like you like seeing me hurt.

[Cash] The fuck you know about hurt?

Not a lot. I'm sorry.

You should check out my fight against Ricky Promotico

at some point tomorrow.

[Cash] Pay close attention to my striking, my inside leg kicks.

And you're telling me this why?

[Cash] You need to get away from your judo, sport.

It destroyed Ronda, it'll destroy you.

Jamie wants his fighters upright.

-Not swapping spit on the canvas. -[scoffs]

-Capisce? -Caposh.

El hombre.

-Woman. -La mujer.

-Male friend. -El amigo.

-Female friend. -La amiga.

[chuckles]

Es muy guapo.

Hey.

I'm sorry I lost it.

Love you, buddy.

-I won't do that again, okay? -Okay.

Are we even?

I'll let you beat me next time we wrestle. Just once.

[both laughing]

This week, we are still using derivatives to figure out limits,

but now,

we're looking at limits that end in indeterminate form.

This is called…

L'Hôpital's rule.

[crowd cheering on video]

[ringing tone]

-I just watched the Promotico fight. -[Cash] Hey, sport.

I just woke up late. Can we talk about this at the gym?

-No, don't give me that. What gives? -[sighs]

Ricky was supposed to fight Mitch Rodowski next month in Memphis.

Mitch broke his hand yesterday.

Serious? Hell, put me in, coach!

Jett, he's a tough fucking thick neck with 28 fights under his belt.

You have three.

Come on, anytime, anywhere, on a moment's notice, chief.

[Cash] All right, pussy hole.

-I'll get into it. -All right.

Say it, Quinn. "Fuck."

I'm not gonna say it, okay? My mom will kill me.

How will she know? Come on. "Fuck."

Hey, Patrick. That's not how we roll, my man.

What did I do? Fine.

Hey Q, guess what. You get to ride the bus home with Gerry today.

Wait, what? No chance! Nuh-uh.

-What do you mean? You love the bus. -Not anymore, I don't.

-Tanner Van Holt rides it now. -And you think I'm bad.

-Yeah, he said Santa isn't real! -Get out.

Last week, he threw Gerry's thermos right out the window.

He buy you a new one, Ger?

Come point him out to me.

Tanner Van Holt.

Number 71.

[Jett] Hey, Tanner?

-I'm Jett. -Yeah, I know who you are.

Did you throw Gerry's thermos out the bus window last week?

[Tanner] I didn't know it was his.

It was rolling around at everyone's feet.

Right, well, I'm afraid you're gonna have to buy him a new one, my man.

I'm not sure if… [chuckles]

…if that's gonna happen, Jett.

It's not a fucking question, okay? Get him a new fucking thermos.

-All right, man, I got it. -You got that?

-Yeah, man. -Yeah. Get the fuck out of here.

[exhales]

Hey, Jett.

You think you could've handled that a bit more diplomatically?

-Diplomatically? -Yeah, like an adult?

-You'll never understand. -I understand a jerk when I see one.

Can you go ask Tanner nicely if he'll buy Gerry a new thermos?

Can you do that?

Yeah.

You're better than that.

[Kareef] Control the head, control the head.

Grab his head.

-[grunts] -First triangle.

Good.

-Nice. -[Cash] Hey, sport!

Memphis. Three weeks.

-Get psyched. -Whoo!

[chuckles]

-[Jett] You ready, Kareef? -Mm-hm.

-[engine revs] -[upbeat music blares]

[opens beer]

Blowing through a stop light with an open container?

Nice example you're setting for your kid.

[chuckles]

Well, you gotta learn how to drive with an OC at some point, sport.

Okay, rule number one.

Always keep your roadie stowed between your thighs.

Cop pulls you over, his first glance is always the cup holder.

Rule number two.

Never sip while flying through an intersection.

You got a lot of liberal homos out there who'd love to call 911 on your ass.

Don't let liberal homos see me drinking while driving. Got it.

Rule number three.

Before each swig, you check your side-views and your rear-views.

-[siren wails] -[Cash] Uh-oh!

Rule number four.

In case of an emergency, hide said beer in son's pocket.

[percussive music]

[in slow motion] I'm gonna fucking kill that bitch!

Motherfucking… Yeah!

[siren continues wailing]

[percussive music continues]

[indistinct chatter]

-[Cash] Of course. -[policeman] You kidding me?

-Listen, anything. -Thank you so much.

[Cash] All right, thank you, sir. Thank you for your service.

-Yeah, again, my bad. -[policeman] Yes, sir. Be careful.

-Okay. -Yes, sir.

[upbeat music continues]

Rule number five. With Cash Boykins, the previous four rules don't apply.

[engine starts]

-[Cash] All right, sport. -Come on in, chief.

Two minutes.

Come on, man. Explain the deal, get her pumped.

Say "hi" to your other son.

[sighs]

The shit I do for love.

[door closes]

-Jett. -[Jett] Hey. I've got a surprise.

Quinn, how's it hanging?

[Quinn] Good.

-Susie. -Cash.

Look, you two need to talk. Will you both please take the high road?

I have, hundreds of times. The low road's better.

[chuckles]

Jett, can you get a bath going for Quinn?

-He's stinky. -No, I'll put on deodorant.

-No, you need to soak, okay? -Yeah, come on, Q. Let's go.

[Cash] All right, guys.

[sniffles]

-Got anything to drink? -Chardonnay in the fridge.

For the love of Christ.

[pops]

Hmm!

I don't remember your Two Buck Chuck smelling like cat piss.

You don't remember a lot of things.

Well, fuck me. I walked right into that one, didn't I?

So, what do I owe this pleasure?

Got Jett a fight for the 28th. WFA 247 in Memphis.

Third undercard against Tricky Ricky Promotico.

-Remember him? -Jesus.

Number 12 contender. Should be a solid litmus test for him.

Can he beat him?

His kickboxing's certainly improved. His grappling's solid.

-What about his judo? -Fuck judo. What he needs is a jab.

So, find him one.

Does he need to miss school?

[tongue clicks] No.

No, shouldn't. Two hours with Kareef before and after school should suffice.

[exhales]

-How much? -WFA minimum. Ten grand to show.

Another ten for a win. I may be able to bump that up to 15.

[sighs]

I can front you ten now if you need help with Quinn.

We're not a fucking day-care service, Susie.

Yeah. That was my fault, I'm sorry. I knew you were incapable.

But I rolled the dice anyway.

Right. Well…

I'll have Patti wire the ten Gs into your account tomorrow.

-You're welcome, Susie. -Fuck you, Cash.

[door opens]

[door closes]

-[horn blares] -[crowd cheering]

Sport, take a seat! Mouthpiece.

-Aah! Fucking stings like a bitch! -Fuck it!

Your inside leg kicks are killing him.

He opened himself up to a triangle choke.

I know. I fucking blew it.

He does it again, you put him to sleep.

[referee] Seconds out.

Let's end this shit now.

-Go, baby, let's go! Let's go! -[bell rings]

[Kenny] Hard to score round two, Tyron.

-I had that as a big round for Boykins. -Stay focused. Stay focused, now.

[Tyron] At very minimal, it's ten-on-nine.

[Cash] Come on, Jett, you got this.

Been a very close fight so far.

[Kenny] It may very well come down to round three here.

Watch him, Jett, he's fast. He's a fast boy.

-[Kenny] Ooh! -That's the kick.

-[thuds] -[crowd oohing]

Oh, he's going for the heel hook.

What an escape by Boykins!

-Whoo! -[Cash] Finish that motherfucker.

-[thuds] -Yes!

-[Tyron] Counter, counter. -[Kenny] Big counter there.

Looking a lot like Pop with that counter.

Ground and pound. Ground and pound. He gets his back up.

[Kenny] Man, some huge shots in this fight.

Look at this! Imanari roll.

Rolls right into a shoulder lock. Over plot and now into a triangle.

Come on!

-[thuds] -[crowd oohing]

-[Tyron] There you go. -[yells]

Jett takes the advantage. Now going for the body.

He's taking punches, but he's dishing him out as well.

-Ooh! -Oh, my…

[Kenny] He's going back and forth.

[horn blares]

Just exhausted to end round three.

[Tyron] You know, it could come down to a split decision.

They're fighting very close. Even that round was razor-thin.

[Kenny] Oh, what a fight. This is really too close to call here.

[Kareef] Now you got that, baby. That's all you.

[Tyron] These judges are taking their time.

[applause on TV]

Ladies and gentlemen, we have a split decision.

Judge Watson scores the fight

29-28, Boykins.

[crowd cheering]

Whoo! Smart man.

Judge Goldstone scores the fight 30-27,

Promotico.

-Come on! -Okay, you're a cheat,

and nobody likes you.

And Judge Mix scores the fight 29-28

for the winner.

-The pride of Ramsay High! -[crowd cheers]

[Kenny] Jett Boykins is your winner.

Showed a lot of heart there, champ. Unbelievable fight.

-[laughs] -Yeah!

Hey. Hey, hey.

Raise it, raise it.

[cheering, whooping]

Yehey! Go, Jett!

-That's my Jett. -I didn't doubt him for a second.

-I didn't doubt him for a second. -Oh, man.

[whooping, cheering]

-Yeah! -Yeah!

[light music]

[inaudible]

[Ms. Malek] Thank you. Have a good day.

Good job.

I got soup again.

Good for the soul, Gerry.

Real ball buster.

Hey, have you seen what's on Chapter 15?

Endpoint conversions? Yeah, that's what I live for.

The hell you care about conversions? You're on autopilot, girl.

-What do you mean, autopilot? -Oh, you didn't hear?

Keaton got accepted into West Point.

Damn.

Is there anything you can't do?

[Cash] Don't get me wrong. I'm thankful to you both.

You built a five-billion-dollar Goliath and as a result,

many of us have created a level of wealth beyond our wildest dreams.

But in the last five years,

you think, in addition to owning the WFA, that you own its fighters.

[scoffs]

I don't blame you for thinking like that.

We've allowed ourselves to be owned.

So, you got five bil,

while 95 percent of your fighters under your banner

have very little savings,

health insurance that only covers injuries,

-no pension funds… -You participate in revenue sharing.

Yes, we do, Jamie.

Revenue sharing amongst the 512 WFA fighters under contract is…

eight percent.

NFL owners and players split revenues 50-50.

So, when you look at it like that, boys…

-[thuds, clinks] -…the WFA is a nice form of slavery.

-[scoffs] -I have heard enough of this shit.

Calm down, Jamie.

We fighters, we come from very little means, Rami.

When I was in sixth grade, Sherman Steele kicked my ass.

I didn't come home for three motherfucking days,

cause I knew my old man would beat me ten times worse for…

"losing to a nigger."

I remember my first MMA paycheck.

1,850 bucks.

I went out, bought myself a twelver of Natty Light, paid my rent,

pulled Jamie aside and said, "God bless you, massa. Thank you.

-Thank you." -You are such a prick.

Goddamn it, the truth hurts, doesn't it, Jamie?

Here's the deal.

I own two WFA belts.

I bring in three million pay-per-views per fight.

Without me, WFA is just three letters in the fucking alphabet.

[chuckles]

[chuckles]

We're a little bigger than that, champ.

-Oh, yeah? -A little.

[laughs] Okay.

But…

you are a very important part of the family.

-Very important. -Thanks.

What do you want, Cash?

[Cash] You gentlemen need to put together a package.

Full insurance, benefits, pensions, higher revenue sharing,

-upping the minimums. -Cash!

And I better not wanna wipe my ass with it, Rami,

casue we're this close to organizing a union.

I won't get every fighter to join,

but I'll get 40 percent.

I'll establish an NLRB board, we'll have elections.

Oh, yeah, baby!

It'll be quite the ass fucking.

Come on, David.

You want me to put a little smiley face emoji on it?

Sure. [chuckles]

Nice job.

Okay, I have 20 dollars. And with that 20 dollars, I decide,

"If I'ma do this right, I need to get my breath fresh."

So, I buy toothpaste. Toothpaste costs 4.75.

And I'ma get a loaf of bread, casue I need to make a sandwich when I get home.

Preferably, I like salami.

You know what I mean, I don't know about y'all.

What's your favorite sandwich?

-A pepperoni sandwich. -Oh, you love pepperoni sandwich?

I got some good pepperoni.

So, all right. Let's get into the problem now. Here we go.

Twenty dollars, right?

-Everybody see that? -[all] Yes, sir.

Okay. With that 20 dollars,

I decide to buy a toothpaste that costs 4.75.

And with that 4.75, I also decide

you know what, I'ma buy some bread. That costs three dollars.

How much change do I get back?

-Go ahead, Quinn. -Twelve dollars and 25 cents.

That's right. Twelve dollars and 25 cents. My man!

-Twelve dollars and 25 cents. Pa-pon! -[bell rings]

-Have a good day. -I'll see you guys later. Have a good day.

Enjoy it. Get out in the sun, get some vitamin D.

-You're killing it. -You get some vitamin D, boy.

All right now. [chuckles]

I'll come and get you in a bit, all right?

You're a good dude, Mr. Stewart.

Thank you, Jett. You're a good dude yourself.

Hey, you know, I have an old army buddy whose son wants to get into MMA.

Is there any chance we could get a coffee?

-Yeah, of course. Anytime. -Awesome.

You're awesome for that. Thank you, man.

Hey, do you know a Keaton Carmichael?

I do know Keaton. I wrote her a letter of commendation.

-Wait, you went to West Point? -No, but after the Silver Star,

I, uh, was fortunate enough to meet Senator Cummings

and to get into West Point, you need to be sponsored by a senator, so…

-Moving and shaking, Mr. Stewart. -Bam, bam. That's how I do it.

-Are you married? -No.

-Girlfriend? -You're starting to scare me.

-It's not for me. -Okay.

Okay. But I think I got somebody for you.

Great, I haven't… I haven't been,

I haven't been out on a date in a long time.

Yeah? I think everybody wants to roll with you, man.

Well…

I do know how to roll. You know what I'm saying?

-I don't mean to sound shallow, but… -Don't say it, Mom.

-…he's in a wheelchair. -Yeah.

That's what happens when brave men go off to war and get shot, Mother.

He's good-looking, he's great with Quinn, his penis still works.

[Quinn laughs]

Tell me you did not ask about his penis.

Of course I did! You think I want my mom hanging with some flat tire?

Jett William Boykins, tell me you didn't ask about his penis.

-Penis! -No, I didn't. I had Daryl ask him.

-He was subtle about it. -Oh, I'm sure.

[Quinn] One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

[chuckles]

Those might be the worst push-ups I've ever seen.

Well, yeah, I learned it from you!

Yeah, why don't you bend these little arms, you little pansy?

You wanna let go, loser?

-You couldn't beat an egg. -I'll kick your freaking ass!

[Jett] Ow! Mom! Ow! Ow!

Damn. Where has this been?

I heard Mr. Stewart's stacked!

Kanpai.

-Kanpai. -Yeah. To a great mom.

-I don't know about that. -Come on, Susan, just say, "Thank you."

Thank you.

Yeah! [laughs]

I feel like single moms with, uh, special-needs kids have it the hardest.

-It's been quite a ride. -Yeah, I know.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

How much do you know?

I mean, I know everything. It's my job to know.

Has Quinn ever talked to you about it?

No. I mean…

Honestly, I don't think he remembers.

-Do you ever discuss it with Jett? -Titbits here and there.

He doesn't remember…

the big stuff.

You know, uh…

when Jett, you know…

-Set us up? -Yes, when he set us up,

I Googled you.

-Oh, no! -Oh, yeah!

-[laughs] -[groans]

I totally did. You were… you were a top-ranked tennis player.

-That's… -Hard to believe, right? Look at me now.

What are you talking about? You look amazing.

-You do. -Thank you.

[chuckles]

You are grounded, young lady.

-What? -Hey, no excuses.

Pee in this cup, no phone for a week. [chuckles]

Whatever.

[Jett] So?

So… [chuckles]

…it was nice.

-Thank you. -No problem.

I love you.

I love you, too, Mom.

[electronic music]

["We Ain't Friends" by Zarina plays]

♪ I got your money, you know what ♪

♪ You can have 'em, have 'em back ♪

♪ He should stay on my DM's ♪

♪ We ain't friends matter of fact ♪

Hey, come here, little guy, come here. Come on, show me what you got.

Show me these tough hands. All right, one, two, three.

Show me the hands. Show me the hands.

What's it like being a stewardess? Are you afraid of flying?

[Desiree] No, I really enjoy it.

[Cash] All right, stand there, stand there. Get your hands up.

Remember? Hands up.

No. What are you doing? You're not paying attention.

Listen to me. One, two, three, come on.

-[Desiree] What's wrong? -[Cash] Focus. One, two, three, come on.

-[laughs] -No, you're laughing. What is that?

What is that? That's not what I taught you.

[groans] This tastes like shit.

[Cash] Come on, pay attention.

[somber music]

[in slow motion voice] No.

What are you doing? You're not listening to me!

Pay attention!

I don't want you growing up to be a pussy.

[siren wails in the distance]

Come on, puss boy!

[foreboding music]

[thuds]

[foreboding music continues]

I'm gonna fucking kill that bitch!

Motherfucking… Yeah!

[sirens wailing]

[Cash talks indistinctly]

No, you're not trying, goddamn it!

-Cash! -[grunts]

-What the fuck? -Whoa, whoa, whoa!

-Cash! -[Jett] You tried to kill him.

You tried to kill him! You remember that?

Huh, do you remember? Cause I fucking do!

You little motherfucker!

I don't fucking need you anymore! I'm not fucking helpless!

Fuck you, man!

-I don't fucking need you! -You just sliced your own throat, bitch!

Quinn! Quinn!

Cash, stop! Cash, relax!

-Stop it. -Relax, man.

[panting]

All right, I'm good, I'm good!

[door closes]

[Cash] Get him out of here, get him out of here.

[exhales]

Everybody, time to go!

-Fucking goddamn it. -[vase shatters]

Jade!

Jade?

Why did I black it out?

[Jett] I remember him hitting you.

And the police.

I just didn't remember why.

Maybe you wanted to forget.

[puffs]

[fight video plays on phone]

-[laughs] -[Cash] What the fuck?

Patti, love it. How far you willing to go with this?

Pay me 100 grand for the entire video and you'll find out.

-Fuck. -[Jett] You piece of shit.

-[Cash] What the fuck? The fuck! -Yeah.

-[Jade] Cash! -[Jett] You tried to kill him.

You tried to kill him! You remember that?

Huh, do you remember? Cause I fucking do!

-[Cash] You little motherfucker! -[Jett] I don't fucking need you anymore!

[bangs]

[inaudible chatter]

[tense music]

[tense music continues]

[inaudible dialogue]

-[indistinct chatter] -[engine stops]

[reporter] Are you visiting Jett? Can we get a comment, please?

-Did you know there's a news van? -Yeah, I know. Come in.

They've been here ever since it went viral.

So, you have vocab on Wednesday, and biology's on Friday.

And uh, your written assignments are in this folder, so…

-It's pretty self-explanatory. -[chuckles]

Thank you.

Where'd he come from?

He just crashed.

He was up all night.

All the online stuff sent his anxiety through the roof.

[Keaton] He's so sweet. I just love him.

-I'd kill for those lips. -The hair is what gets me.

I've tried every gel known to man and still can't figure it out.

Welcome to Holland.

What?

Welcome to Holland? The poem? You have to read it.

Okay, so it was written by a mother whose son has Down's.

And I'm paraphrasing here,

but, uh, when a woman is getting ready to have a baby,

it's like planning a trip to Italy.

She's excited, she buys six guide books,

and plans a trip to the Vatican, the Colosseum, a winery in Florence,

and uh, when she arrives, the pilot says, "Welcome to Holland."

And uh, she's like, "Holland? No, no, no, I signed up for Italy.

There's no way in hell I'm staying at Holland."

But she has no choice. That's where she landed, so…

She learns Dutch, and she buys new guide books,

and she visits the windmills, and sees a few Rembrandts.

You know, all the while, all her friends are just living it up in Italy,

bragging about how great it is.

But, uh…

she realizes that…

she can't let it get to her, yeah.

She can't spend time mourning over Italy,

cause then she'll never be free to appreciate the true beauty of Holland.

[chuckles]

I'm not sure if I love that poem or despise it.

-Yeah, me neither. But I appreciate it. -[chuckles]

[chuckles]

I appreciate you.

Thank you, Keaton.

-I mean it. -You're welcome, Jett.

I mean it.

Look, Cash, I don't know who leaked it.

And I don't care.

-You don't know who leaked it, huh? -Mm-hm.

You must think I'm fucking stupid, Rami.

You don't think I know what goes on in my own camp?

-I just follow the numbers. -As do I.

Which is why I thanked the bitch before I fired her.

[Rami scoffs]

So, let's talk cabbage.

Okay. [exhales]

Fifty million.

Up front, guaranteed.

And what are we looking at? Five million pay-per-views? Six?

Jamie's probably still jerking off to YouTube.

-[Cash laughs] -Hmm.

I can't rule it out.

And the catch, Rami?

The catch is you drop this union nonsense.

-Pensions, healthcare, all that. -Forget it.

Come on, Cash.

You honestly want to spend the next ten years of your life in court?

Flying back and forth to LA?

I will never allow a union.

Not now, not ever.

[tense music]

[door slams shut]

I only want five million upfront.

If word ever leaked out to my fan base that I was guaranteed 50 mil,

25 percent wouldn't buy the fight out of principle alone.

But I want half of everything else.

[chuckles]

You are insane.

You're asking me to fight my own son, you fucking goat roper!

Half the gate, half the merchandise,

half of all pay-per-view, and access to the books.

That's the deal.

Decide now. Yes or no?

[tense music continues]

Up to you, pal.

[engine starts]

Keep smiling, Rami.

Please tell me you're not doing this.

-Doing what? -Fighting Jett.

[sighs]

[Cash hesitates]

-I'm done. -What?

I'm so fucking done with you. I'm done!

-How are you done? -He's your son, Cash!

Hey! How are you done? Divorce done? You better fucking answer me?

-How are you done? -Cash, you're hurting me!

This will be the last fucking mistake you ever made.

-Are you threatening me? -Oh, it's not a threat, baby, it's a fact.

If you're smart, you'll learn the fucking difference.

[sighs]

I'm sorry.

He offered us half, baby, of everything.

We'll make a hundred mil on this fight alone.

Maybe even 200!

Jade!

Good evening.

Welcome to The Yard. We've got some great specials tonight.

[Jamie] Hello, Susan.

[door closes]

[keys jangles]

Hey.

[sighs]

-What? -Um…

You've been offered another fight.

Child Services should lock me up for even mentioning this to you.

Tell me.

Boykins versus Boykins.

[in a soft voice] Oh, my god!

How much?

-Two hundred grand. -Holy crap!

-Did he agree to it? -You can't do this.

-What do you mean? Of course I can do it. -I can't, in good conscience.

Look, Mom, I'm 18. I can do whatever I want.

Jett, you're not thinking about the ramifications.

-It's 200 grand, Mom! -He can kill you, baby!

-Stop. -I know him too well.

After that… that video and all the shit he's taken on social media,

-he wants to kill you. -Mom, I'm his son.

And he's a psychopath!

Please, sweetheart. For me.

You… just give yourself one more year.

And… and, I mean, you… you are a child.

There will be other opportunities like this. I promise you.

And what if there's not?

Then… then this wasn't meant to be

-in the first place. -No, no, no!

-Fuck! -Please don't do this to me.

No, this isn't about you, Mom!

It's not about you, and it's not about Quinn.

For once, it's about me.

I didn't think I'd see you again.

That makes two of us.

I bet your head is spinning in a hundred different directions right about now.

[Jett] Yeah.

I was listening to a guy on a podcast. He called you insane.

He's got me pegged.

You know I'm here because I wanted to thank you, Ms. Malek.

You know, all my teachers have bent over backwards for me, and…

And that's what makes this so hard, you know.

You know, I really want to graduate and someday go to college but, uh…

I don't know how I can make it all work right now.

Well, don't drop out, Jett.

-I'm missing my semester finals. -Take them after you win.

Look, I'll take care of the powers that be on this end.

You just take care of business on yours.

-Good? -Thank you.

[Ms. Malek scoffs]

You know, all the great mathematicians were insane.

Maybe that's how you approach this.

You have one very difficult problem in front of you. Solve it.

[phone rings, vibrates]

Hey, grab a pen and paper.

Uh, yeah, I'm ready.

[Kareef] 42… [clears throat]

…9241017.

[Jett] Who am I calling?

[scoffs]

[Kareef] Yeah, that's Claude's number, the only one who beat your dad.

I'll see you in Vegas.

Motherfucking Kareef hooked it up, baby.

Love that guy.

[phone pings]

Q, man up.

[gentle music]

[sniffs]

[signal light clicks]

-Jett? -[Jett] Mr. Yasurek?

You're joking, right? Claude.

-Truly an honor, Claude. -Oh, no, no, no, no. I'm a hugger!

You better get used to it.

-You hungry? -Yeah.

All right, come inside and we'll get you set up.

-Let me help you, give me your bag. -Thanks.

This way.

Hey, give me your phone, please.

You'll see it in one month. This way.

Et voilà.

Smells good, huh?

-Nice. -Bon appétit, guys.

Are you scared?

Yeah.

[woman] For two decades now,

Cash Boykins has been one of the most polarizing athletes

in all of sports.

He's not a modern-day slice of Americana,

he's the whole pie.

So, why this fight?

Why your own son? For the money?

Revenge for that post?

Or does it go even deeper?

[Cash] Look, Jett has a lot of talent and he's got a bright future.

But he won't improve unless he fights the best.

Unfortunately,

that's me.

The apocalypse is finally upon us.

[Syd] We are just a few weeks away

from what promises to be the most controversial fight

in WFA history

between Cash Boykins and his 18-year-old son Jett.

-How about that, partner? -Syd, honestly,

[Mick] I believe we've officially reached a new low

in this great country you call America.

-I don't care how much money-- -[Syd] You don't care how much money?

-What planet are you from? -Fathers don't fight sons

under any circumstance. This is family!

[Syd] Family who don't much like each other.

Here's the deal.

The fight game is all about the Benjamins.

-True. -It's about money.

[Syd] If there is a specific demand, you go after it.

-Jett's fight against Promotico. -[grunts]

-Did you even watch it? -I did, I did. Thank you, Syd. Yes.

[Mick] But Tricky Ricky Promotico ain't Liquid Cash Boykins, "The Slayer."

Cash is the greatest fighter in the history of the sport,

and this boy has zero percent chance of beating the king.

[Syd] So, zero percent would mean there is zero appeal,

which means there would be zero reason to do this fight.

That's not the case. Keep in mind,

[Syd] you know that Cash's fight against Timofei the Terrible

did about two point seven million buys

-at 79.95 a buy. -[vomits]

Now, they're estimating that this battle will do over six million buys

at 89.95 a pop.

-Benjamins, baby! -Yeah, Syd.

[Mick] I think you've had a few too many tokes of Colorado's finest.

[Syd] Not this morning, but I will tell you this.

Every high-school kid will not ask their parents, they will demand

that their parents buy this fight.

The video has already gone viral. Fifty million views.

Jamie.

-[grunts] -[groans]

About that 200 grand, add a zero.

[inhales]

[Cash] You be good for Mom.

-I love you, buddy. -I love you, too.

Come here.

I'll be back Sunday morning.

Will you still be here?

Come on, Jade.

Cash, I warned you… before we got married.

Zero tolerance.

We had a contract.

I know. I'm sorry, baby.

Me too.

[sniffles]

-Kareef? -Hey, Jade.

-What you doing, little man? -[Kingston] Reef.

Just wait till I get back. Please.

I love you.

[Cash] See you, guys.

[engine starts]

[suspenseful music]

[glass clinks]

-What was it like when you beat Cash? -[Claude scoffs]

[Claude] You really want to know?

Yeah.

You're gonna find out soon.

Because you're gonna beat this guy, right?

You must fight smart, Jett. Take emotion out of it.

Stick to the plan and you will outwit him.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

[suspenseful music continues]

[Cash] Hey is it true The Rock's coming tomorrow night?

That'd be sweet. Any of you guys seen Skyscraper?

That is a fucking masterpiece, man.

Feeling good, Cash?

My balls are in this robe. Big time.

Cash, do you feel any remorse for fighting your son?

Shit, no!

Every 18-year-old kid out there deserves a good old-fashioned ass whooping.

Builds character.

He's been saying that exact same line to me since I was three.

Cash, the way you're talking to him,

the fact that you're drinking, it only reaffirms--

You know what it reaffirms, honey?

It reaffirms that I could really use a handjob right about now.

[Jamie] Cash, that's sexual harassment.

Lick me where I shit, Jamie. [laughs]

Now that's sexual harassment, people.

Hey, in his defense, the abuse stuff was ten years ago.

He paid his dues.

That doesn't change the fact that he's an absolute piece of crap

-so you can feel free to sue his ass. -Oh, my baby boy is so sweet, ain't he?

You won't be thinking that tomorrow night, I can guarantee you that.

Is sport gonna give me a licking?

I could've knocked your sorry ass out four months ago, chief.

I don't remember it going down like that.

You don't remember yesterday.

-This is true. -[crowd laughing]

Hey, barkeep, get this guy another Bloody Mary.

Good idea, barkeep. Make it a double. Thank you, sir.

[sighs] Next.

Come on, Daddy needs shoes.

Blaw!

Yeah. No, you won. We won. Yeah, guard, so check it out.

Let me get it. On the four, on the five, on the six, on the eight,

and throw all these the hard way, please.

-[thuds] -Oh, boy.

What the fuck is this?

-Oh, shit. -Sir, could you please… ?

Oh, sorry, baby.

Oh, wow!

Now, this is some great shit we got going on in here, baby!

Right?

-I'm Cash. -Cash, how you doing? I'm Dan.

Dan. Tell me, Dan,

how is it you can see the dice from all the way down there?

Cash, go to bed.

Oh! Hey! Look at these little cute $25 chips, Susie.

You two, uh… you two want a few bananas?

I only got about 50 left, but hell,

-they ain't doing me any fucking good. -[chuckles]

[laughs]

I think you might need those for later.

Wha…

-Oh! Hey, hey! -[laughs]

You got that right! I do need these!

[laughs]

You want to help me out? Cause I'm good, but I ain't that good, you know.

Oh, come here. Let me tell you something.

[whispers]

[scoffs]

And then she went down. Oh, man!

[both laughing]

-Can you believe that? -[laughing]

I liked it, he's good, he's okay, whatever the hell your name is.

-Dan. -[Cash] Dan.

Dan.

Ah. He's cool, man.

So, you need a ticket or something for tomorrow night's battle?

What the fuck you know about battle?

-Hey, Jett. -Yeah?

Is "screw you" bad?

Yeah.

What about…

"anal?"

-[scoffs] -[chuckles]

[laughing]

Very bad.

-Hey, how about dessert? -Heck, yeah!

[Quinn] Wait.

-What about my diet? -No rules tonight.

All right, you can have as much dye and sugar as you want.

-I want you to keep me up late, okay? -Okay.

We won't fight till, I don't know, ten o'clock.

My body peaks at 12, so I need to sleep late. Understand?

How about two chocolate sundaes with whipped cream and Skittles?

Yeah!

[phone vibrates]

[Jett] This is pussy hole.

[Cash] Ever heard of a neck crank?

[Jett] I have not.

It's the closest thing one human being can do to another

before ripping his head off.

Sounds fun.

You looking for some fun?

Come on up to the presidential suite.

Jade not make this trip?

[Cash] I think she's leaving me, sport.

Oh.

Good for her.

It won't last. She'll be back.

[Jett] Don't bet on it.

[sighs]

[inhales]

So, what's Claude's grand plan this time?

I can see you two butt-fuckers now,

watching film, sipping on some Bordeaux, talking socialism.

-[Cash laughs] -[scoffs]

You know, I'm just glad I finally figured out the truth.

[Cash] The truth, huh? And what's that?

That you're just a really weak person.

[Jett] You're weak when it comes to Jade.

Pathetic when it comes to Quinn.

Mom.

But your biggest weakness is yourself.

I… I pray I never end up like you.

You won't.

[Cash] Know how I know that?

Cause tomorrow night, you die, sport.

Tomorrow night… I kill you.

[tragic music]

[snips]

Okay.

Please.

Knock his block off, kid.

[door closes shut]

[heartbeat]

[breathes deeply]

[muffled crowd cheering]

[announcer] At five foot nine inches and 171 pounds,

also fighting out of Birmingham,

with a record of 38 wins, one defeat,

the undisputed lightweight champion of the world,

the undisputed welterweight champion of the world,

The Slayer,

Liquid Cash…

-Boykins! -[crowd cheering]

-[cheering continues] -Come on, Jett.

All done.

Let's go. Come on, Jett. Let's go.

-[crowd roars] -[hiphop music]

All right, guys, bring it in. You gotta bring it in, gentlemen.

Okay, gentlemen, championship fight here. You both know the rules.

If you wanna touch gloves, go ahead and do so now.

All right then, go back to your corners, come back on my call.

Hey, Cash! Quick question.

My daughter just started karate. Can she be next?

[laughs]

[referee] Go back to your corner.

[cheering]

You ready to go?

Cash, you ready to go? Let's fight.

[Tyron] Here we go, Kenny. Father versus son.

[Kenny] And you can feel the tension right now.

-Cash comes out strong… -[grunts]

…looking for that spinning back fist trying to take his head off.

Now attacking the body, trying to slow down.

Jett, smart strategy.

[Tyron] Jett needs to use his distance, that's what he does best.

[Kenny] Hard to do it against an aggressive fighter like Cash, though.

[grunts]

[Kenny] Looking to counter.

-Holy shit. -Oh, nice front kick.

Yes!

[grunts]

[grunts, groans]

-[grunts] -[groans]

We've seen this before against Timofei, same counter.

Fuck you doing?

Jett trying to goad him to go to the ground.

-Come on! Get up! -[crowd booing]

-Cash not having it. -Let's go, get back to your feet.

[Kenny] It's a smart thing. He knows he has the advantage on the feet.

He's got so much experience with his striking.

[grunts]

[Kenny] It's starting to get a little wild. This is gonna favor Cash.

Oh, big combination there from Cash and he's blocked.

-[pants] -[grunts]

Come on!

[Kenny] Oh, big slam!

Excellent double-leg takedown. This is not good for Jett.

This is exactly what happened in the Timofei fight.

[grunts]

[Tyron] This is a bad spot to be in.

There's only ten seconds to go here.

Let's see if he can secure position.

He could finish it here in round one!

[groans]

[grunts]

[horn blares]

Saved by the bell, that was a close call.

[groans]

[Kenny] Huge round for Cash, Tyron. How'd you score that first round?

[Tyron] Finished very strong with the elbows. Started out strong.

I'm gonna go with a ten-nine. We'll see what the judges say.

Wow, what a round by Cash, my goodness!

Mouthpiece. So, listen to me carefully.

Please don't brawl with this guy, don't fight with him.

Come on, Jett, you got this.

What does Jett need to do here to even things up here in round two?

Jett needs to not to play into Cash's game plan.

He was trying to sprawl and brawl, and stand in the pocket.

That's not the game plan.

He needs to use his distance, leg kicks, get in and get out.

[Kenny] Here we go, round two. Cash coming out strong again.

Very aggressive. Trying to back up Jett Boykins.

[Tyron] Jett has to do a better job sticking and moving,

using that distance, getting in and out.

Yeah!

[Kenny] Tyron I see your point, he just did it right there.

Excellent lateral movement. This is what we didn't see in round one.

[grunts]

Oh, my God! Judo throw.

[Kenny] Great reversal there by Jett Boykins. There's his judo!

[Tyron] Those were the judo takedowns we expected in round one.

Let's see if he can limp leg out of this.

Cash, trying to turn this into a single-leg takedown

and Jett limp legs out of it. Back to the feet.

-[laughs] -Let's go!

[Kenny] Much better defense there from Jett Boykins this time out.

He's keeping him off balance.

-Nice right hand as well. -Yeah!

[both grunting]

Jett has him up against the cage.

[grunts]

[Claude] Jett! Jett, go! Go for it!

He needs to get that space off the fence.

[Claude] Judo!

-Great wrist control. -[Claude] Judo!

-There we go. -Oh, beautiful throw!

Yes!

[grunts]

Yes!

-Nice ground and pound. -Come on!

[taps]

[Kenny] Not a whole lot of time left here, Tyron.

Oh, big kick there by Jett Boykins!

-[thuds] -[Kenny] Oh!

-[horn blares] -Yeah, baby, yeah!

-Go! Yeah! -[exclaims]

[Kenny] And it goes to the body. What an end to the round for Jett Boykins.

You can see his confidence building. Cash looks very frustrated.

Mouthpiece. That's what I'm talking about.

That was beautiful.

Great, eh? He went in the corner and listened to his coaches,

came out with a brilliant round, did stick and move,

stole a cookie, left a crumb behind, that's what he has to do.

-I call it one and one. -Yeah.

Keep kicking that leg until he cannot stand no more.

And we're gonna take him to the ground.

Stay focused. Stay focused. And go kick to the legs.

Yeah, absolutely amazing fight so far.

Let's see what round three has in store for us.

[bell rings]

[Kenny] Here we go, Tyron.

-[grunts] -[groans]

-Oh, that's a cheap shot by Cash! -Oh, my god!

Of course, why wouldn't Cash do that? He's known for this.

[groans]

He's foot-stomping.

That is not illegal, but that is not cool in mixed martial arts.

[grunts]

Oh, a big shot!

Oh, Mr. Referee!

-Come on! -[crowd booing]

-This is a low shot. -Keep fighting.

[grunts]

Oh!

-[grunts] -[crowd boos]

This is not where Jett wants to be.

Come on!

[Kenny] Looking for that throw. Not able to get control here.

[grunts]

[Kenny] He's getting down very low with his base.

-He's ready for that throw. -[Tyron] Second bounce.

Oh! Cash is grabbing the cage.

Let go of the fence. Stop grabbing the fence.

-[Kenny] That's another cheap shot. -[grunts]

And he turns it into a takedown. That should be a point deduction.

-[grunts] -[thuds]

-[panting] -[thuds]

Now this referee is letting Cash get away with some serious rule-bending here.

[thuds]

[muffled tense music]

[in slow motion voice] Remember how that feels, sport?

I made you, bitch.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on now.

That's right, bitch.

[tense music]

[pants]

You remember where you came from.

[panting continues]

[in normal voice] Sit down.

What the hell are you doing? Don't fight emotional!

-[Kareef] Get him set, all right. -[inhales]

Okay, listen guys. Hey, Cash, you grab the fence like that again,

I'mma take a point away, you understand?

You wanna lose this fight? So, wake up and pull yourself together.

We're gonna go back to the plan.

We're gonna go back to the kick and the footwork. And stay focused.

-I'm not a bitch. -[Kareef] You stick to the program. Relax.

We're gonna take him to the ground again. Look at me.

[Claude] You want to win this fight? Okay, so we focus.

Keep the distance, drop down that leg, we just close the ground.

[Kareef] Okay, now you do what you do. We got this, all right.

You prepped for this. Let's go. Let's go.

[upbeat music]

-[bell rings] -[crowd cheering]

[Kenny] With Cash up, on our scorecards anyway, two to one,

Jett Boykins needs to come out strong.

[grunts]

[Kenny] Oh, beautiful kick to the head!

-[thuds] -[grunts]

[both grunting]

-[crowd noise fades] -[panting]

[cage creaks]

[inaudible chatter]

[grunts]

-[grunts] -[pants]

[groans, grunts]

That's it. Stop right here. Stop right here.

Time out. Go to that neutral corner right there.

I told you last round,

grab the fence again, I'm gonna take a point away.

I gotta take a point away. Go to the neutral corner.

[grunts]

[exhales]

That's one point deduction, red corner, grabbing the fence.

And that is gonna help Jett. Jett will be up in this round here.

[pants]

Stay right there.

All right guys, we're gonna restart this fight. Let's clean it up, gentlemen.

You ready to go? You ready to go? Let's fight.

[Kenny] And that is gonna give some confidence back to Cash

as we start this round again.

-Oh, a big knee there. -[grunts]

[grunts]

[yells]

-[thuds] -[grunts]

[grunts]

[groans, pants]

[Cash grunts]

-[grunts] -[groans]

[both grunting]

-[strains] -[grunts]

[grunts]

Fuck! [grunts]

[grunts]

[pants]

-[horn blares] -[groans]

-Fuck! -Go back to your corner.

[heavy breathing]

[crowd cheering fades]

[silence]

[exhales]

[slow heartbeats]

[pounding]

[upbeat music]

-[crowd cheers] -This is it, right here. You ready to go?

-You ready to go? Let's fight. -[bell rings]

[Kenny] Fifth and final round here, Tyron.

It's do or die for both of these men. Oh, what a combination by Cash!

Get up!

[Kenny] Jett's starting to score with some combinations.

[grunts]

[grunts, groans]

God!

-[grunts] -[thuds]

[Claude] No, stop with the ribs! Go to the fucking face.

-Listen to your fucking trainer. -[Claude] Come on, finish him!

You do what I fucking taught you, bitch!

-Rip his face! -Do it!

-You fucking pussy! -[yells]

[both straining]

[grunts]

[tense music]

[thuds]

[in a hoarse voice] [Susan] No!

[gasping]

Stop, stop!

-No! -[Claude] No, no, no, no!

-He's blocking the referee. -Hey!

[grunts]

[sobs]

I hope Jett is okay. This is… This is not a good moment right now.

[booing, jeering]

[Kenny] We see very little movement from Jett right now.

-Jett, get up, man. -Get up.

[Kenny] And this is a scary moment right now.

What's going on?

-Jett. -Get up, man.

Hey. Hey, Jett.

[man] I'm sorry, ma'am. I can't allow you.

-[Jaime] Guys, guys, let her in. -[Susan] He's my son!

Fuck!

Jett.

Jett. Please, Jett.

Please, please, please.

Please. [sniffles]

Jett, baby, wake up, please.

-Jett, please. Please. -[exhales]

-His eyes, his eyes just moved. -[gasps]

Hey. Hey, hey, Jett.

[Susan] Oh, my god. Oh, my god, baby.

Sweetheart. Jett.

[pants]

You okay?

I take it I lost?

[chuckles] Can we get a stretcher, please?

-No, stretcher. -Hey, Jett. We cannot take any risk.

-No, please, I'm okay. -Stretcher!

Mom, Mom. I'm fine, tell him.

I'm fine. Mom!

Please. Hey, Mom, I'm okay.

[exhales]

[exhales]

-I'm okay. -Hold on, baby.

Here, take my hand. Take my hand.

-[Claude] Hey. -[crowd applauding]

[cheering, applauding]

Yeah, he's up, man!

[somber music]

[crowd chanting] Jett, Jett, Jett, Jett, Jett!

[booing]

I'm so proud of you. I'm so proud.

[booing, jeering]

[crowd cheering]

[cheering]

[somber music]

[inaudible dialogue]

[somber music continues]

[uplifting music]

[uplifting music continues]

[inaudible dialogue]

[uplifting music continues]

["Legendary" by Welshly Arms plays]

♪ Take a look around me ♪

♪ Taking pages from a magazine ♪

♪ Been looking for the answers ♪

♪ Ever since we were seventeen ♪

♪ You know the truth can be a weapon ♪

♪ To fight this world of ill intentions ♪

♪ A new answer to the same question ♪

♪ How many times will you learn The same lesson? ♪

♪ I think they got it all wrong ♪

♪ We just gotta hold on ♪

♪ And on, and on, and on ♪

♪ Cause we're gonna be legends ♪

♪ Gonna get their attention ♪

♪ What we're doing here ain't just scary ♪

♪ It's about to be legendary ♪

♪ Yeah, we're gonna be legends ♪

♪ Gonna teach them all a lesson ♪

♪ Got this feeling in our souls we carry ♪

♪ It's about to be legendary ♪

♪ This is what we came for ♪

♪ And we couldn't want it anymore ♪

♪ We could never turn back now ♪

♪ Got to leave it all on the floor ♪

♪ Been dreaming of the payoff ♪

♪ Through the struggles and the trade-offs ♪

♪ Fighting tooth and nail on the way up ♪

♪ Tell them the truth but they think It's just made up ♪

♪ And I think they got it all wrong ♪

♪ We just gotta hold on ♪

♪ And on, and on, and on ♪

-♪ Cause we're gonna be legends ♪ -♪ Legends ♪

-♪ Gonna get their attention ♪ -♪ Attention ♪

♪ What we're doing here ain't just scary ♪

♪ It's about to be legendary ♪

-♪ Yeah, we're gonna be legends ♪ -♪ Legends ♪

-♪ Gonna teach them all a lesson ♪ -♪ Lesson ♪

♪ Got this feeling in our souls we carry ♪

♪ It's about to be legendary ♪

♪ Eventually they're gonna know Who's right ♪

♪ To make a stand You've got to win the fight ♪

♪ Can't stand the heat Then just stay out the light ♪

♪ For you might never make it out alive ♪

♪ You gotta live without a compromise ♪

♪ Let everybody hear your battle cry ♪

-♪ Yeah, we're gonna be legends ♪ -♪ Legends ♪

-♪ Gonna get their attention ♪ -♪ Attention ♪

♪ What we're doing here ain't just scary ♪

♪ It's about to be legendary ♪

-♪ Yeah, we're gonna be legends ♪ -♪ Legends ♪

-♪ Gonna teach them all a lesson ♪ -♪ Lesson ♪

♪ Got this feeling in our souls we carry ♪

♪ It's about to be legendary ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Legends ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ Ooh, legends ♪