Could you buy a girl a drink?
Sweetheart, I can't even afford my own.
That's okay. Maybe we can skip the drink.
Not tonight.
Hey. Hey.
So who do I got to sleep with
to get another drink around here?
I think you've had enough, Sean.
Oh, says who?
Says me.
Besides, I doubt that you can even afford that drink,
much less give me a tip.
Oh, come on. You know I'm good for it.
Dad!
See? This is why we're not together anymore.
We're not together anymore
for a lot of reasons.
And for your information, you used to listen to me.
And what do you want from me then, Sherry?
What do you want, huh?
You want me to go sit behind some desk somewhere?
A 9-to-5?
I just want you to go home.
Brock, I need to talk to you about something.
- Yo! - What the hell?
Was that necessary?
It's fine.
Oh, I'm sorry. My hand must have slipped.
Yeah. Accident.
Now get me another drink.
Fucking slut.
Can I help you?
I think you owe her an apology.
No, bro. I don't think I do.
Dom, you hear this guy?
Hey, what are you supposed to be, some kind of pretty boy?
Tell you what, pretty boy, you better turn around
and go back to that bar and buy us
another fucking round of drinks.
And I won't make you tap out.
That's right. Pour me one.
Hey, while you're at it, pour me one.
What the fuck?
Mother...
Dad, what are you doing?
Dad?
I'm calling the cops.
I'm impressed.
I know.
Yeah, Jake, it's Rocco.
He's doing it again.
They're going to lock him up this time.
You want a shot at the title?
Let's go.
- Fucking lunatic. - Stop!
Son of a bitch!
You are a stupid, selfish son of a bitch.
I can't believe what you just did, Sean.
You're going to pay for these fucking damages.
Every fucking penny, you fucking loser.
Fuck!
This your comeback?
What, champ?
What was all that, then?
They were fucking asking for it.
It's funny how all these guys are asking for it, huh?
Seems to me somebody should be looking in the mirror,
taking a good look at themselves.
Maybe they're the ones who are looking for it, huh?
- Trying to prove something. - He called Sherry a slut.
- So you beat him half to death? - Yeah, fuck him.
Wow. Really?
Let me ask you something.
You had that belt for, what was it, three years?
And remind me, was it three title defenses or four?
- I always forget. - What's your point, Jake?
My point is that when these losers in the bar
get out of the hospital and get a lawyer and sue your ass,
and that scumbag lawyer shows the judge
the YouTube video of Sean "The Killin'" Dillon's
greatest MMA hits,
how do you think your self-defense plea
is going to play out then?
You know the answer, right?
You want your son visiting you in prison?
Huh?
And that's why you use a condom
when you bang the hot bartender before you're old enough
to buy drinks from her.
- I have been a good father. - Bullshit!
You got a funny way of showing it.
You shouldn't even be in a place like this,
especially during the day!
Hey, look, I told your father I'd look after you.
And I'm going to.
Good for you, man.
What are you looking at, huh?
What are you looking at?
Get it together, Sean. Get it together.
That's all I ask.
And you pay Rocco back his money.
It's the least you can do.
You're messing up, kid.
You're messing up, Sean!
You can't fight the whole world!
Whoa! Hey!
- Why are you following me? - Wait, wait, wait!
- Why are you following me? - Okay, okay!
- Answer me! - Okay.
My name's Deke.
- And? - I got a proposition for you.
What kind of proposition?
The kind that can make you some money.
- Lots of it. - You...
Okay, okay, you guys are fighting, man.
The boys at Blood Circus are going to love that shit.
- What are you talking about? - You're Sean Dillon, right?
Depends who's asking.
Sean Dillon in the flesh, man. I'm a huge fan.
What do you want, a fucking autograph?
I'm not here for your signature.
Then why are you following me?
I represent the show. And the circus is in town, man.
High stakes, big money.
And an audience of millions.
Yeah? What's big money?
40 grand.
Huh? I told you I had something.
The Blood Circus.
Secret underground fighting tournament.
MMA-style. Right in your wheelhouse.
And winners get fucking paid.
I'm through with that shit, man.
No, no, no, trust me. The audience is online.
Invitation only.
Every fighter is handpicked
and the bets are processed offshore.
No one knows anything. You're a ghost.
There are three fights.
Five grand for the first round, 10 for the second.
That's 15 grand to fuck up a couple of amateurs.
And from what I saw back at the bar,
you do that on the reg.
You make it to the finals and you win,
you get another 25 large.
- I don't know. - What don't you know?
You need cash, right?
Listen, you want to get out of your predicament,
make some money instead of being lectured by some busted-ass cop.
Let me help you.
Just think about it.
Meet me at Rocco's day after tomorrow, 6:00 p.m.
If it looks good, just don't be late.
It's a quick ride to the house.
What happens if I lose?
You planning on losing?
No.
Then don't worry about it.
I'm babysitting. What are you doing here?
Monica, you got to see this.
Is Sherry home?
No, but Mikey's in the other room, and I...
Then it's fine.
Make it quick.
Alrighty. Hey, there he is.
- What up, little man? - What up, Simon?
Okay...
check this out.
What are you watching?
Wait for it. Wait for it.
- Oh, snap. - Let me see.
- Did you see that? - This is awful.
You have to go.
You have to go, okay?
Mikey's mom's coming home soon, and you, sir,
can't be caught watching this when she gets here.
Later, Simon.
Later, little dude.
This is so much better than video games.
What is this?
This is me winning 250 bucks.
You bet on this?
Okay, so they have The Truth 3 to 1.
I mean, you can see why.
He was a mean motherfucker, no doubt.
So what I did, I ran the statistical analysis
based on height, weight, wingspan.
It just had the Mad Dog on top.
So I just knew.
He's dead, Simon.
No, he's not dead.
He's fucking dead. Look at him.
No, it's... It's a part of the show.
It's called sports and entertainment for a reason.
I mean, nobody's dying. Come on.
You have to go. Sherry's going to be home soon,
- and I just... - Come on.
- I thought you'd be into this. - No. Just go, please.
We'll talk later.
Wait, wait, wait, Monica, come on, it...
Mikey, come on, honey.
We're going to be late. Hurry up.
You really can't come over here like this.
He's my son too, Sherry.
Yeah, but this isn't your house anymore,
so you got to, like, text me or something.
- Dad! - Hey, buddy.
Hey, come here.
Oh!
You ready for your class today?
- Yeah, I practiced all morning. - You did?
All right, well, let me see what you got then, huh?
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
Nice. Give me a good one right here.
Oh! Got some power in there, huh?
Why don't you go finish getting ready, bud, okay?
I'm sorry.
What are you sorry about?
Huh? You sorry about the fight?
Because, really, there's so many of them
they just really blend together.
I got to watch some drunk touch you like that?
How do you expect me to act?
Like a normal person.
Because you're not a fighter anymore.
Right? So...
You know, my dad wanted me to be a cop.
Yeah.
Well, it's a little bit too late for that.
How much do I owe you?
You're really going to do this?
Come on, just give me a number.
$3,800.
- Done. - What?
Okay, you know what? I'm going to believe that when I see that.
Mikey, come on. We have to go, now.
Don't make me count to two. Come on.
Come here.
All right, Daddy's going to walk you to the car, all right?
- Yeah. - All right, go ahead.
Love you, Dad.
I love you too, buddy.
Going to kick some butt today?
Yo, let me get a hit.
No, man. Get your own.
Shit's expensive.
Just give him a hit.
Have you guys heard about this underground fight club?
- Like that movie? - No, no, in real life.
I think that's just a myth.
Do you hear what they're saying?
I hear they fight to the death.
I didn't watch it on the news.
What the fuck does "underground" mean to you?
What's up, bitch?
Just fuck off, Trent.
What did you say?
Okay, man, what do you... What do you want from me?
Go get your fucking computer.
You're such a dick.
What's wrong with you?
Oh, my God!
Hey. What's up?
Black male, about 25, beaten to death.
Skull crushed, broken nose,
teeth knocked into the back of his throat.
Any ID?
No. But we think he's a drifter.
Some of those kids swear they've seen him
hanging out over on Riverside.
Those kids? Let's talk to them.
Hey.
Hey, oh, I've seen you before.
Aren't you a friend of Sherry Don's?
Yes, sir. My name is Monica.
I babysit Mikey sometimes.
- What's your name? - Simon. Simon Aguilar.
So you guys found the body, huh?
Yeah?
You ever seen him before?
The guy?
No.
You sure about that?
Well, he's just one of the homeless guys.
I think I've seen him beg for money by the Starbucks
near the school.
I think that's where we might have saw him.
And what about you, Monica?
- Hey, I just told you... - Hey, shut up.
I'm asking her.
Monica?
We've seen him up by the Riverside stop.
- Yeah, that's where... - I said shut up.
I'm a cop. Are you stupid?
Monica?
He hangs out under the bridge sometimes.
He does?
Not anymore.
Okay, look, here. My card. Both of you.
Detective Jake Dawson.
If you hear anything that might help me in any way,
you call me right away, okay?
Take these skateboards and go on home now.
You guys shouldn't be back here anyway, all right?
Go on. Go on.
- He's bullshitting us. - Of course they are.
Anyway, it's cold as hell out here.
Probably some coked-up junkie whose drug deal went bad.
Got his ass kicked.
Got his ass kicked? Look at the body.
How many junkies you know with arms like that?
Uh-uh, this guy can handle himself.
And he didn't go down without a fight.
Who is this guy?
Hey, look, let's let SAS do their thing.
Let's go, come on.
All right, she wants a shot, he wants a shot.
This guy looks thirsty over here.
Yeah? You going to pay for this or what?
Let's just get a round of shots for the entire bar.
- What do you think of that? - Well, great.
He's buying the bar over here, Mr. Slick.
I got to do that, because I got to stimulate the economy.
And you can have shots, right? It's important.
This is insane.
This is ridiculous. You don't...
You need to put this in your hand and down the hatch.
There we go.
- It'll make you taller. - Oh, thanks.
It'll make you taller.
Look, Sean, don't start any trouble.
We already had enough of that.
The economy.
That's what I'm here for, right?
Yeah, I'm leaving anyway.
Good.
Now what?
Follow me.
Come on, man.
Upstairs.
This way. Come on.
Good luck, sweetheart.
Keep going.
Athena...
how's Santos?
You taking care of him all right?
You know...
I could kill you, and no one would care.
That's fair.
After you.
Hey, Sean.
Good luck.
I'll see you on the other side.
Hello, Mr. Dillon.
Welcome to the circus.
Who is that?
Forgive me. My name is Santos.
You met my assistant, Deke, and my Athena.
Yeah, well, why don't you come down here
so I can see your face, Mr. Santos?
Photophobia.
Exposure to light could be fatal,
so I'm afraid that this will just have to do.
Yeah, it's kind of hard to talk to an empty room.
Oh, this room is anything but empty, Mr. Dillon.
If you look around, you'll see an array
of motion-sensor video cameras
stationed throughout the arena.
All state-of-the-art.
Arena?
Of the technological age.
And like your days as an MMA champion,
your adoring fans are all online,
watching your every move
from the comforts of their own computers.
Rooting for you, cheering for you,
betting on you or against you.
So it's a human cockfight.
That's what this is?
I like to think of it as a business, Mr. Dillon.
Just like any other enterprise.
I trust Deke has explained the lucrative financial incentives
for your victory.
And, assuming you win,
you get a three-match commitment.
Yeah, he told me.
Then let tonight's match begin.
Best of luck.
What, nobody's going to tell me the rules?
The rules of the house are no different
than the rules of nature.
Survival of the fittest.
You look like a pussy.
I look like a pussy?
Yeah.
You don't know me? Huh?
Come on, baby. Come on.
Wore the belt for three years, baby. Come on.
Not with me, you didn't.
Ha.
- Come on. - Bitch.
Come on!
That's it. It's over.
The fight is not over.
Yeah, that's it. I won.
The fight is not over
until one combatant perishes.
Perishes?
What, you want me to kill him?
Was I unclear?
Kill or be killed, Mr. Dillon.
I knocked him out.
Kill him.
No...
Then be killed.
Congratulations, Mr. Dillon.
You've advanced to the semifinals.
Your next match is Wednesday.
You think I'm going to fight again that day?
But of course. The prize money is doubled.
And from what I understand,
you need every penny.
Yeah, you know, I'm real tight with a cop on the outside.
Detective Jake Dawson.
You'll do no such thing, Mr. Dillon,
unless you want to go to jail for murder.
Murder?
You fucking forced me!
What you see has just been uploaded
to both Vimeo and YouTube.
Worry not.
This video is encrypted and password-protected.
No one can access the video unless I allow it, of course.
With a password, Detective Dawson,
along with the entire police department,
will be able to open the link.
And when they do, this video will instantly
be broadcast for the entire world to see.
Within seconds,
your brutal murder will go viral.
You sick fuck.
You sick fuck! You set me up.
You complete the tournament,
just two more matches,
collect your winnings, and then you will never
hear or see me again.
Good night, Mr. Dillon.
Get some well-deserved rest.
We look forward to seeing you again.
Deke...
Yes, sir?
You understand the importance
of proper body disposal?
Yes, sir.
I was disappointed by the police's swift discovery
of the black man.
Yes, Santos. I wanted to tell you that won't happen again.
It was just some bad luck.
See that you're more careful this time.
No more bad luck.
Yes, sir. Absolutely.
You just going to stand there, or are you going to help me?
On three.
One, two, go.
Housekeeping.
Never mind the bouquet.
Jake. Long time.
I wish.
- What is this there? - Male, late 30s.
Looks like a suicide.
Who found him?
She said she got no answer when she knocked.
And then she came in.
Body was here, wouldn't say hello?
- Exactly. - Yeah?
- Anything else. - You should check yourself.
Okay.
Number one, this guy didn't commit suicide.
He was killed, then he was dumped here.
How do you know?
From the incise, one on the wrist.
No clotting, not enough blood to run.
If this guy decided to off himself here,
we'd be standing in a pool of blood right now.
Oh, wow. Look familiar?
I used to think it was all bullshit.
People talking about underground fighting.
Fight clubs, Ring of Death, Blood Circus.
But after what I've seen the last few days...
Something's up.
Two guys beaten to death.
How often do you see that?
Never. Not here, anyway.
If it is what you think it is,
fighters getting in the ring and dying,
and nobody's talking,
and no witnesses...
then we got a problem.
A big one.
What's this?
I did a little digging.
Oh, I don't believe this.
We got a problem.
- Hey there, baby. - Oh.
You know, I got about 20 minutes until my next meeting.
Maybe we can go back there
and make sure my suit's tucked in okay.
No, I'm good. I'm working.
- You look so fucking good. - Would you get off me?
Hey! What's going on here?
- Who's this? - Want me to get rid of this guy?
Who is this person?
My husband... My ex-husband.
Oh.
Oh, you're the karate fighter, right? Yeah.
Rick, I think you should just go home.
- Oh, really, Sherry? - You heard her, Ricky.
- Get the fuck out of here. - What's your fucking problem?
Okay, Sean, let him go.
You going to relax now, Ricky?
- Let him go. - Answer the fucking question.
- Stop. Let him go. - You going to relax now?
- Aah! Yes! - Yes?
- Let him go, Sean. - Get the fuck out, prick.
- You know what? - I'm sorry, Rick.
- This is fucking bullshit. - I'm sorry.
Fuck the both of you. Fuck you, and fuck you.
I hope you got a good attorney, pal,
because you're going to be hearing from mine.
All right, karate man? Why don't you get a real job?
This place is a toilet.
- Thanks a lot. - Oh, come on, Sherry.
You don't need a guy like that. He's a dick.
A dick? Like a guy who starts bar fights?
Or continues to fuck with my life?
- What I meant... - No, you're right.
I don't need a guy like that.
What's that?
What does it look like?
$3,800.
Plus tip.
Do I even want to know how you got this money?
I earned it, Sherry.
Just know that.
I kept my promise.
Thank you.
- Hey, Rocco. - Hey.
It's cold, huh?
- Want a drink? - No, I'm on the clock.
Hey, is Sherry around?
Yeah, she's in the kitchen.
With Sean.
I don't know what I'm going to do about this kid.
Me too. I wish it wasn't that way.
Yeah, well, me too, Jake. Me too.
Come on, Rocco.
Give him some time.
Come on, give him some time.
He's my nephew, he's your son-in-law.
Oh, look. My favorite couple.
Uncle Jake.
- What's going on? - Sit down.
Yeah, you look good.
Now look, I wanted to show you something real quick, okay?
You...
you know anything about these guys?
Do you recognize them or anything?
No? Look a little closer.
You sure you don't know these guys?
You're sure?
No, I've never seen them.
Who are they?
That's what I'm trying to find out.
I was hoping you could help me.
Sorry.
Oh, I got more.
I got a whole lot more. Oh, yeah.
Here, look.
This guy's from Detroit.
New Orleans.
Baltimore.
Probably some crackheads or something, right?
I don't think so.
They look like fighters to me, actually.
In fact, they look a lot like you.
- Like me? - Yeah, you know,
same build...
bruising, you know?
This guy here, look. He's got a warrior tattoo.
That's some of that MMA bullshit, right?
Sean, look at me.
Look at me.
You're my nephew, and I love you.
Okay?
So, what do you know about this Blood Circus?
Come on...
I didn't...
I mean, I guess I heard of it.
You know, it's fairy-tale shit, though.
Yeah.
Jake, it's made up.
It's not real.
I think it is real.
It's happening in my town.
Dead fighters, drifters, no families.
And...
you don't know anything about it, right?
You're not involved in any of this?
No?
No.
You're sure?
I'm sure.
If you're involved in what I think you're involved in,
if it doesn't kill you first,
when I bust this up,
and everyone and everything that goes down with it,
you're not going to be, you know?
You understand me?
- Sean... - Yeah, I understand.
- You understand me? - I already told you.
I understand.
Okay.
- Okay? - Okay.
Look after that eye, okay?
Rocco, Sherry, I got to go.
Yeah, Jake.
And he has family?
- Yeah. - I know.
Maybe if you came with me she'd be okay with it.
- I can ask. - Yeah?
So...
- You can find out? - I guess.
Monica.
Come here, honey.
- Hi. - You can't arrest her.
- We know her rights. - Really?
What are they?
You can't...
Yeah? Come on, get out of here. Go away.
Go.
- I'm sorry about that. - That's okay.
So where's your boyfriend, the nerd?
He's not my boyfriend.
One more time.
Where can I find him?
I don't know.
I think you do.
In fact, I think you both know
a lot more than you're telling me.
So get in, fast.
Come on! Come on, motherfucker!
Come on!
What's your problem, man?
Just so you know, my dad's a lawyer.
He can fucking sue you for police brutality, man.
Shut up, okay?
Just shut up.
Relax, all right?
Why were you running?
I don't know. I was fucking scared, man.
What would you do if a cop was up your ass?
I know. Relax, all right?
Just relax. I ain't going to hurt you.
Who are these guys?
I don't know.
Simon, I don't believe you.
Come on, take a closer look.
Well?
Okay, they're...
I saw them on the Internet. They're fighters.
Like gladiators, even.
Keep talking. Where are they?
So there's this online fight club, okay?
It's called Blood Circus.
What you do, you bet on these matches,
and then you watch the fights.
It's supposed to be like UFC,
but it's just so much better.
There's no rounds, no refs.
It's just straight balls-to-wall action.
You know, it's all last man standing.
Last guy standing?
Hang on.
There's someplace in this town where people are betting
on who lives and who dies?
Mm-hmm.
Okay, pull it up.
Uh, well, I actually can't.
Like, I'm not allowed back on the site.
I tried hacking it. Look, can you please not tell my dad?
He will literally kill me, okay?
I will handle your dad.
Trust me.
Come on, kid. Pull it up.
Okay.
- Oh, shit. - What's the problem?
I can't get in. It's my dad's account.
He must have changed the password or something.
Fuck. Fuck.
However, I do know there's a fight going on tonight.
It's supposed to be best one yet.
Off the hook. They got a legit MMA star this time.
What'd you say?
You know, an MMA fighter.
Like a guy that knows what they're doing.
Come on, you little bitch.
Come on.
Come on!
Come on, you fucking punk bitch.
Come on.
Come on!
Aah!
Congratulations, Mr. Dillon.
You've advanced to the finals, tomorrow night.
Good night, Mr. Dillon,
and get some well-deserved rest.
Hey, boss.
Make sure he's here tomorrow.
I don't think he's coming back, boss.
You make it so he has to come back.
Do we understand each other?
Yes, sir.
It would be a mistake
to disappoint me again.
I won't, boss. I promise.
Fuck.
Oh, my God. What happened?
Can I come in?
Yeah.
I called Rocco.
He said you weren't working.
Yeah, Mikey's not feeling well.
I'm sorry.
Well, Ricky's a dick. You were right.
No, not just about that.
About everything.
Your lip's bleeding.
I'll be right back.
You can't stay here.
No, I know.
I just didn't have anywhere else to go.
Huh.
So, what is it this time?
You can't tell me that you're not fighting anymore.
It's not what you think.
I needed the money.
For you.
- For Mikey. - Yeah.
We're just using that as an excuse, right? Again.
- Sherry... - Don't use us as an excuse.
This is the same old bullshit, Sean.
No, it's not what you think.
I understand perfectly.
You go and you get the shit kicked out of you,
and then you come over here and you just expect us
to pick up the pieces.
You know what? You're not going to be happy
until you're in a fucking body bag.
- I am a fighter, Sherry. - No, you're going to die.
- You understand that? - I am a fighter.
And then where the fuck are we going to be, huh?
Where does that leave me? Where does that leave him?
Fuck you. You know what?
You told me that you were going to fucking change.
Yeah, and you tell me one other thing that I'm good at
besides beating the piss out of somebody.
You know, not everything is about you, Sean.
- Mommy? - Hey, honey.
Hey, buddy.
Hey, you feeling okay?
What's wrong with your face?
Oh, this is nothing. Daddy's fine, bud.
Come here. Oh!
But... but you're bleeding.
Oh, no, I'm all right.
You're the one that's not feeling good.
My stomach hurts.
I know, bud.
That's why you got to go back to bed and sleep it off.
You'll feel better in the morning.
- Good night, honey. - Good night, Mommy.
Hey, um...
I need to keep cleaning your face.
Come here.
Let me ask you a question.
Okay.
How come after we split up...
you didn't go out with anybody?
Um...
Alex Aguilar, right?
- Yeah. - Yeah.
I'm Detective...
Hang on, sir.
Detective Jake Dawson.
I'd like to ask you a couple questions, if that's okay.
No, what is this about?
- Is it about my son? - No.
It's not about your son. It's about you.
Excuse me. Go back upstairs.
What did I do?
Come inside?
No. You tell me right here what it is,
and tell me what the problem is.
Really? Okay.
Well, okay, my department, in accordance with the FBI,
has been conducting a sweep of these Internet gambling sites,
and you're not going to believe whose name came up.
See what I'm talking about here?
Come inside. Come in.
Okay.
Oh, it's okay. Thanks a lot.
Listen, I thought it was legal.
- Yeah. - I had no idea.
I thought you had lawyers, you know?
Look at the fine print, no?
No. Look, it was a one-time thing.
A buddy from college told me about it.
I didn't believe him at first.
No? So what are we talking about?
The Blood Circus, right?
Yeah, that's what he called it.
It's not like something you can look up online.
It...
There's a ton of security.
It's crazy.
Where is it going down? Do you know?
No, nobody knows.
Hey, did you use this computer right here?
- Yeah, yeah. - Really?
Okay, show me.
It's not working.
Hey, uh, can I give it a try?
All right, go ahead.
Okay.
How did you learn how to do this?
I saw it watching you, and I was able to hack in.
Where did you learn how to do this?
Well, you were always gone,
so I had to do something while you were away.
All right, and...
here we go.
Is that it?
Yeah, that's the ring.
Were you able to track the site?
Yeah, yeah, I can try.
Okay, try.
Oh, shit.
- What happened? - It's gone, forget it.
Were you able to save anything, though, kid?
- You know, grab anything? - Yeah, I got a screenshot.
You did? Really? Email it to me.
I can do better than that.
Just sent it to your phone.
Oh, you did.
Yeah. Thanks.
Okay, you recognize this place?
Where is it?
No, it doesn't look familiar.
Look really close.
No, haven't seen it.
No? Damn.
All right, all right.
Well, thanks for your effort, okay?
And you two stay out of trouble, okay?
I got to go. Like father, like son.
- Hey. - Jesus.
- Hey, we got to talk. - What, kid?
- We got to talk. - Get in... Okay, get in.
Get in. Hurry up.
How are you pancakes, buddy?
- They're good. - Yeah?
Did you see that flip, buddy? Did you see that?
Oh! Not bad, huh?
Uh... sure.
Sure? Come on, now.
Those the best pancakes you've ever had?
- Yeah. - Yeah?
Better than your mom's?
- No. - No?
What do you mean, no?
- Hey, Mom. - Hey, honey.
- You feel better? - All better.
Dad, we're having pancakes.
- Yeah, I see that. - Have some.
Oh...
Yeah, come on. Take a seat, babe.
I need to talk to your dad.
Okay.
What's up?
This is... Like, this is a little bit much.
Hey, don't think so much.
Look at him.
Come on, look how happy he is.
What kind of trouble are you in?
Sherry...
I got pulled in one more time.
Trust me when I tell you everything is fine.
Baby? Hey, it's over.
It's over, okay?
What's done is done.
I'm not going to fight anymore.
Here, take this.
What the hell am I supposed to do with that?
Just take it. Whatever you want.
Okay? Just take it.
Baby, take the fucking money.
Just act normal. Don't say nothing.
Okay? I'm going to go, clean myself up.
Things are going to be fine.
Okay?
Hey.
Hey, everything is going to be all right.
Okay?
- Mm-mm. - Come on.
Pancakes are getting cold.
All right, little man. See you later, okay?
Hey, who are you calling little?
I'm calling you little.
See you later, buddy.
- Say goodbye to your dad. - Bye.
Bye, buddy. I love you.
There is no way I'm taking you with me.
You kind of have no choice.
No offense, you know shit about computers.
Hey, look, kid, it's just too risky, okay? I can't do it.
Look, I'll stay in the car, you'll be doing your thing,
and I'll tell you where to go.
Besides, you'll be doing a good deed, Detective.
A good deed? How's that?
Just think about this, like, career day,
or a school field trip, you know?
I'll learn a thing or two, shadow you.
Besides, I might decide to be a detective one day.
God help us.
What are you building there, buddy?
- A statue. - A statue?
- What kind of statue? - A person.
A person. I see it. The head?
- Yeah. - Uh-huh.
What did Mommy forget, huh?
Can I help you?
Mikey! Come on, let's go!
Hide, Mikey! Run, run! Go, go, go!
Fast, go! Hide!
Where's the kid?
What do you want?
- Where's the kid? - Leave him alone!
Shut up!
- Leave him alone! - Get the kid.
Don't touch him! Don't touch him!
Shut your mouth! Shut up!
- Shut up! - Mikey! Aah!
Get the stupid shit!
Shut up! Shut...
- Get off of me! Get off! - Shut up!
Aah! Mikey!
Yo, Devo!
What?
You find the little shit stain yet?
No!
Well, get up here.
Got you!
Hey.
Bro, where the hell you been?
You know, I've been looking everywhere for you.
What are you doing here?
Checking on Santos's investment.
I told you, I'm done with that shit.
If he wants to release the video, go ahead.
I'm not scared anymore.
You're not scared of prison?
No, I'm not,
because I don't think Santos is going to do shit.
And if he does, I promise you I'm not going down alone.
You got to honor your commitment, slick.
- My commitment? - Yeah.
Killing people was never part of the deal.
It was always part of the deal.
It's fight or die, Sean. Just like life.
Santos wants you at the house now.
Just do this last fight, collect your money and be done.
You never got to see our asses again.
Get the fuck off my property.
We got Mikey.
What did you say?
We got Mikey.
Don't you fuck with me.
What did you just say?
Santos made the order. I told you, we weren't done.
Call him.
You call him right now.
- Sean... - Don't fuck with me!
You call him right now.
I swear to God, if he hurts him I will fucking kill you.
Let me go.
He doesn't care about me.
Without you, he'll kill me like he kills everyone else.
He'll find another fucking geek, and another one after that.
He's a puppeteer.
There's only one way to play this.
Just do this.
You get your son back.
Let's go.
Hey, Mon, what's up?
Wait, slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down.
What happened?
Wait, what?
Holy shit, where is he? Where is he right now?
What do you mean that you don't know?
Sherry, what's going on?
They took Mikey. Somebody took Mikey.
- What are you talking about? - I don't know who took Mikey.
Who took... What are you talking about?
- Can you... Jesus Christ. - What are you...?
What?
Okay. Just stay where you are.
We're going to get somebody to come get you.
- Jesus, Dad, Dad... - It's going to be okay.
It's going to be okay.
Dawson.
Hi, Rocco. What?
Hang on, hang on.
Just slow down and let me talk to her.
Yeah.
Uh-huh.
Listen to me. Just stay there.
- What happened? - They kidnapped Mikey.
- What? - Yeah, and Monica...
just bruised up. She'll be fine.
I know.
Why are they doing this?
Sean.
They're going to force him to fight.
Son of a bitch.
It's going to go on tonight.
We got to find them.
I-I-I don't know how to track them.
Come on, just do it. Just do it. We're going to run out of time.
Wait, hang on, hang on, hang on.
We don't have to find the location.
We'll bring the location to us.
So we track Sean's phone number.
You got it?
- In my contacts. - Okay.
Where is he?
Your son is so cute.
Save it for the fight.
Good evening, Mr. Dillon.
Where's my son?
I was concerned you might break your commitment.
I'm sure you understand.
Where's Mikey?
Your son is fine.
He's with me.
You hurt him, I swear to God...
Mr. Dillon,
you're really in no position to make demands.
You and I had a deal.
Daddy...
Daddy.
Don't you hurt him.
This is much bigger than you and me, Mr. Dillon.
Don't you see?
The world is watching.
Let the games begin.
You don't have to do this.
You hear me?
He's just going to kill you.
- Okay, got him. - Where is he?
He's at the edge of town, in a warehouse on River Road.
What did you get yourself into? Shit.
How do you think this asshole stays in business, huh?
No survivors means no witnesses.
You hear what I'm saying to you?
Do you hear what I'm saying to you?
Fuck you!
Is this it?
Yeah.
- They're in there. - Let's go.
Follow me.
Get the fuck off of me!
Get up, motherfucker. Let's go.
Come on.
Go. Be careful.
That's as far as you go, pig.
Come on.
Simon, let's go.
Drop the weapon. Drop it. Put the weapon down.
You drop it.
You bitch.
Yeah, suck on that, bitch.
Fuck her. Come on.
Simon, get your head in the game.
Let's go.
Can you hear me?
You hear what I'm saying to you?
Win or lose, you die.
- Do you hear me? - Fuck you!
What are you waiting for? Fight.
You got kids? Huh?
You got a family?
Because he's got my little boy up there.
- What? - He's got my kid up there.
Kill him.
What are you waiting for?
Fight, you animals!
Kill or be killed!
- You, drop! - Jake, he's good.
- He's with me. - Who is he?
Let me look at you. Come here. Come here!
He's good. He's just trying to help.
Who is he?
- Where is he? - He's not here.
- What? - He's not here.
Hold on a second. Somebody's here.
The screen's lighting up like crazy.
Okay, look, let's spread out and look for him right now.
Come on, let's go. Come on, come with me.
Let's go find your kid.
- Daddy. - Mr. Dillon.
Your son is a lovely young boy.
What do you... What do you want from us?
I want you to kill. I want you to fight.
Every drop of blood is money in my pocket.
- That's why I chose you. - Killing my son
is not going to make me fight.
You don't care about your life.
If you did, you wouldn't fight like an animal for petty cash.
Incentivize. That's what I do.
Sean. Go, go.
Simon, stay here.
Hey. Hey, kid.
Simon, give me the gun. Give me the gun. It's all right.
No, you didn't. No, you didn't. I killed him.
Hey! No, you didn't. Hey!
No, you didn't. I killed him, okay?
- Simon. - What are we going to do?
Simon, you didn't kill him. I did.
Listen, I don't have time for this.
You hear me right now. You didn't kill anybody.
I killed him, okay? Say, "You killed him."
Y-You killed him.
Okay, let's go.
Simon, who killed him?
Y-You did.
I'm glad to see you got out.
I'll be in touch.
- Hey, buddy. - I'm okay.
Hello?
Yeah. Yeah, I know exactly where that is.
All right. Dad, I got to go. He's fine.
He's okay?
- Let me go with you. - Stay by the phone.
You sure?
Stay by the phone.
Mikey.
Speak to me. Speak to me.
- Are you okay? - Uh-huh.
- Are you all right? - Yeah.
Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm all right.
What did he see?
A lot.
- He's tough, though. - Yeah, I know.
I wonder where you get that from.
What happened?
Simon saved my life.
You make sure that little girlfriend of his finds out.
Okay?
Uh, she's not my girlfriend.
I don't think that's going to be a problem anymore.
Hey, Sherry, get my nephew home to bed.
It's been a long day, okay?
- Yeah. - What about...?
Don't worry about it, okay?
I'm a cop. I'll think of something.
You two go home.
- Well, what about me? - Stick around.
I think you're going to come in handy.
Jake, I really don't know what to say.
Just cover my tab at the bar next time, all right?
I'm going to need some drinks when this is over.
Okay.
Sean.
I know.
Okay.