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I don't remember, man.

We were pretty wasted.

[phone ringing]

Yeah, hello?

[dramatic instrumental music playing]

David.

Hello?

[robotic voice] Is this the David Goran?

Who's this?

This is the person who has your woman.

How quickly things fall apart.

Wouldn't you say?

Where is she?

She's safe for now.

Go to the Bullpen Fight Club,

where you were last night.

Find the back door and knock once.

Be ready to fight.

Fight who? Why?

Because that's what we do.

You fight, I run the books.

If you want to see her again,

don't be late.

What was that about?

I gotta go.

Everything okay?

David?

David, everything okay?

[door closes]

Guess not.

[whirring]

[robotic voice] Hello, David.

And welcome to the Bullpen Fight Club.

What now?

Think I'm gonna fight this guy for you?

Why the hell should I?

[Eva] David.

Eva?

Baby, are you there?

Where are you, baby?

Talk to me.

[robotic voice] Which you will soon.

You fight or she dies.

Ready?

[robotic voice] Fight.

[grunts]

[groans]

[screams]

Where is she?

I wanna talk to Eva.

[robotic voice] In due time, David.

In due time.

[groans]

I wish I knew who was doing this.

Who's f***ing with my life.

Look, David, the club is owned

by this guy named Delgado.

Nobody has ever seen him before.

They don't even know what he looks like.

Trafficking, piracy, casinos.

Off-track betting?

Yeah, probably.

[David sighs]

We were placing our own bets

to an off-track betting office in cash.

Sh*t, man.

That's how they made you.

How they found out you were fixing fights.

Yeah. Probably.

Do you know who this is, man?

No, you don't know who he is.

Even gangsters are afraid of him, man.

Every time you hear about

somebody hanging off a bridge

with their head cut off?

Chances are Delgado did it.

Some serious sh*t.

All right, I get it.

Question is, what do I do now?

Can't go to the cops,

they're on the payroll.

Just don't lose, man.

[David sighs]

I need to ask you a favor.

Can you get me back into my hotel room?

Yeah. I can do that.

[dramatic instrumental music playing]

Just wait here. Okay?

Hold on, I have a question regarding...

- Miss Nancy Vasquez' account.

- [woman] Mm-hmm.

- Could you pull it up for me, please?

- [woman] Okay.

- I just have a few questions.

- [woman] Mm-hmm.

Well...

Jesus Christ.

I could lose my job for this.

[man] Excuse me?

- How may I help you?

- Agent Fonseca.

Ministerial Police, PFP.

[Ramiro] Are you sure

this is the right room?

Yeah, I'm sure.

[Ramiro] Well, if you can't find anything,

we're gonna have to bail.

Just give me a moment.

[David] Hey.

- What did...

- [shushing]

You have to understand,

if anyone knew about this...

I really appreciate your cooperation.

Well, Agent, this is the room.

I need information.

You gotta know somebody

who can tell us where Eva is.

No.

I just did something

that could have made me lose my job.

Are you talking about something

that can get me killed?

Sorry, man, but I'm out.

Come on, man.

These people have my girlfriend.

You're all I've got.

You gotta know somebody.

Yeah.

I know somebody.

He says he works for Delgado.

But, David, if they make me...

I'm a dead man.

It's not gonna happen,

it's not gonna come to that.

Come on, Ramiro, you're my last chance.

You gotta take me to him.

Yeah. Okay.

Thanks, dude.

Let's go.

[suspenseful instrumental music playing]

[engine revving]

[tires screeching]

[tires screeching]

[grunts]

Well, I'm hoping that you got

all the information that you needed.

With that being said, thank you very much,

and if I can be of any other assistance,

just let me know.

Thank you.

- Just one more thing.

- Yes?

- The fight across the street...

- Mm-hmm.

- It was the same day?

- Yes.

There are witnesses

that say they were dressed like, um...

security officer uniforms?

That kind of stuff. Were they yours?

Who?

The fighters.

Oh.

I was behind the desk helping people.

You mean you wouldn't know

if one of your employees

left the building?

The only thing I could tell you is that

some of our staff did go missing that day.

I don't know what happened next,

but unfortunately we let them go.

You fired them?

Yes, promptly after the whole situation.

Well, then, I'll need, um,

some personal information

like home addresses, phone numbers,

that kind of stuff.

I'm afraid I can't help you there.

Unfortunately, they're not in our books.

They're cash employees.

They're paid under the table.

Hmm.

It's funny.

I couldn't find any employee information

about you, either.

[clears throat] That's unfortunate.

There must be a mistake.

Have a great day.

You, too.

I don't know, man. I'm just a cook.

I work in the kitchen.

He's lying, man.

He's the driver, he should know something.

You know something, Manny!

Where is she?

[grunts]

[Ramiro] David Goran

just asked you a question.

Tell him where is the girl, Manny.

F*** you! I don't know!

Im just a cook. Come on, Ramiro.

You know a lot better than...

- [David] That's enough.

- [Manny gasping]

That's enough.

Ramiro, that's enough.

- He's no good to us if he can't talk.

- [coughs]

Manny, listen to me.

I'm only gonna ask you one more time.

Where is she, Manny?

- I don't know, man.

- Where's my girlfriend?

I don't know.

Well, who would know?

I'm just a cook.

I work in the kitchen.

I just wanted a f***ing chance. Man.

Why'd you run?

It's Mexico. Come on, everybody runs here.

It's getting late. I gotta go.

Can I use your car?

Yeah, sure.

Keep an eye on him. I'll be back.

Don't scratch the car.

[in Spanish] What's up, Manny?

[dramatic instrumental music playing]

[robotic voice] Fight.

[David groans]

[grunting]

[bone cracking]

[grunting]

[robotic voice] Impressive, David.

For a man your age.

Are you happy, now?

Is this what you want?

[David groaning]

I'm tired of this sh*t, Delgado.

You're being dramatic, David.

Get some rest.

We've got more money to make.

[panting]

[door closes]

Ramiro?

What the hell did you do, dude?

I killed him.

[Ramiro sighs]

I didn't mean to, he just...

He kinda tried to attack me

and I had to shoot him.

- I'm really sorry, dude.

- [David sighs]

Look, man, it was an accident.

I really didn't mean to.

The f*** are we gonna do now, dude?

We just gotta get the body outta here.

Okay?

Okay?

Come on, David, help me.

Grab the legs, David, come on.

[sighs]

- [Ramiro] Manny stinks.

- Yeah.

- Gentlemen.

- How you doing?

What are the Feds doing

at a local crime scene?

You know, it's funny.

Because this is exactly like Guadalajara

six months ago.

Another dead fighter.

And I am investigating the case.

Look.

It's not a serial killer.

It's a f***ing gang-related shooting,

that's it.

Go wait in the car, man.

- Just calm down, okay?

- Just go, please.

Drop it.

I don't know what you're doing here.

Don't you have some ghost named Delgado

to go look for?

We don't like the Feds around here.

So just stay out of my territory.

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