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You need anything, call me.

- So, who are we going

out with tonight?

- Just Eric and my father.

- You think Eric is

ever going to get a girl

and settle down?

- I hope not, he's

my last ray of hope.

You ready to go?

- I'm ready to go

have a good time.

- Baby you like this

song, don't you?

- You know I do.

What do you think?

- I think you need to go

out there and get warmed up,

I'm gonna talk business

for a few minutes.

I'll come give

you what you want.

- Like you know what I want?

- I think you pissed her off.

- She'll get over it.

- Business is great, we're

gonna increase our cash flow.

- Really?

- Thin you can handle

the extra volume?

- I don't know, maybe.

What'd you have in mind?

- Real estate, we'll

buy property, flip it,

take our profits.

We won't hold onto any

inventory, we won't keep

any property.

- What kind of real estate

are you talking about?

- Anything that

will turn a profit.

Commercial, residential,

vacation, doesn't matter.

As long as it'll close

quickly, it's marketable.

- Closing takes 30 to 60

days, what with appraisals,

background checks, et cetera.

- Eric,

we've worked long enough

together for me to know

that you enjoy the

good life, right?

- Yeah.

- So tell me Eric,

how much is enough?

- I can never have enough.

- Help us with this and it's

an extra 100 grand a month.

- Keep talking.

- Jason's a licensed

real estate agent.

He'll do the paperwork,

you close the deal.

Can you handle it?

Consider that your

first month's advance.

- Oh yeah, I can handle it.

- Alright,

a toast gentlemen.

- Well, I gotta take a break.

- We're selling him.

- Alright bye.

- You guys done?

- Just about.

Have a little bit more

business to discuss.

You still pissed?

- You have no idea.

- Be right up.

- Okay.

- I don't know about

you but the heat

and the alcohol make

me sweat like a pig.

- Yeah, I have the same problem.

- Hey Caleb.

How you doing buddy?

- Fine, do you wanna see my mom?

- No, I'm here to see you.

Do you know who I am?

- No.

- I'm your father, Caleb.

I've been gone for a

bit, but now I'm back.

I'm here to see you.

- My mom said my dad was dead.

- Dead?

- She said he died of

cancer when I was only two.

- Well,

- Caleb what the hell's

the door doing open?

Who the hell is this?

- I'm Caleb's

father, who are you?

- J, there's some over here

claiming to be your ex.

Where'd you say you were from?

- I didn't.

- Johnny f***ing Thompson.

I'll be damned.

You know, never thought

you'd walk again after that

last fight.

- Oh sh*t, dude that was

you, man you got the f***

beat out of you.

- Why don't you go

back inside the house.

I need to speak with

Jennifer in private.

- What in the hell

are you doing here?

- I came to see my boy.

- Mom, I thought you

said my dad was--

- Caleb, go inside.

- But--

- I said go inside!

- I have a right to

see him Jennifer.

- No.

No you don't.

You know what?

You lost that right

a long time ago.

How long has it been since

you've seen your son?

Huh?

Huh, maybe, I don't know

six or seven years, huh?

Mr. big shot fighter

too good for his own

flesh and blood and his wife!

What about child support, huh?

Forget about that too?

How f***ing convenient.

- Listen, I'm sorry

about all that.

I was in a different

place that I am now,

I wanna make it up to him.

- No, Johnny.

It's too late for that.

- Yeah, I think it's time

you f***ing left now.

- And I think it's about time

you shut your f***ing mouth

and get back inside the house!

- Hey!

- This doesn't concern you.

- Go.

F***, you know what?

I have a court order that

says that Caleb is mine!

And if I see you

here ever again,

I will call the f***ing

cops, do you hear me?

Now leave.

I said get the f*** outta here.

F***ing piece of sh*t.

- What's the asking price?

- 2.5 million.

- Let's see if anybody's home.

- Hi, are you here

to see that house?

- Yes we are.

- Thanks, come on in.

- How you doing?

- Jason.

- Nice to meet you.

- It's a beautiful place.

- Hope you guys haven't

been waiting long.

- You cost us a lot

of money, Johnny.

The next time you borrow

money to bet on yourself,

make sure you can win the fight.

- Yeah well, about that.

I'm not really

sure what happened.

- I'll tell you what

happened, motherf***er.

You let your ass get

kicked by some 22 year old

no-name, underdog

b*tch from the streets.

And what's strange to me

is how fast you went down,

I watched you previous

fights, that's why I agreed

to this bet, so I must

say I'm very disappointed

in your performance.

Did you know I used

to be a boxer, Johnny?

That's why I'm doing

what I do today.

I'm still pretty

good with my hands,

so I figure why not

make money with them.

The deal was simple,

we loan you the money,

we set the odds, and

you win the fight.

Now with your record that

should've been a cakewalk.

But I'm beginning to think

that maybe you were double

dipping, maybe you had a bet

on the side for more money

and that's why

your ass went down.

So, you leave Vegas.

And you come and you're

living here in this sh*t hole

apartment in this sh*t

hole town and obviously you

don't have any cash

stashed around here,

so I guess what

really happened is,

how can I say it?

You bitched out.

Problem is, Johnny, i

loaned you 150 plus the vig.

Which was pretty

steep in your case.

But now I'd say you

owe me a million.

- I've got another

fight coming up.

And with the earnings, i

can pay you what I owe you.

You get the money that

you lent me plus the vig,

and we call it even.

- That's not how

it works, Johnny.

You see some of the

money you lost belongs

to people that I don't

even wanna f*** with.

So the problem is i

owe money as well.

Now you might be thinking,

what does being good

with your hands have to

do with being a bookie?

- Cut the bullshit, Joe.

Just get it over with.

- Pain doesn't scare

you, does it Johnny?

Well I got something that will.

You've got til the end of the

fight to bring me a million

dollars or we're gonna

take your son and I'm gonna

practice my trade on him.

Let me tell you something,

Johnny, I'm not very good

with kids so imagine

I'll really f*** this up.

That's enough.

He's gotta win his

next fight doesn't he?

- Yeah.

- Oh yeah.

While I'm thinking about it.

Put that in your wallet.

You remember how you felt

when you lost your dad?

That's nothing compared

to the pain you'll feel

when you lose your son.

- Rachel?

- Johnny.

What are you doing here?

- I was just here to

meet some old friends.

- No, I mean home, what

are you doing at home?

Are you just visiting?

- No.

- There's our boy now,

chatting up the waitress.

- Training?

- Yeah.

- For how long?

- Be honest, I'm not quite sure.

It's been awhile.

- Yeah, it was nice

running into you.

- Yeah, you too.

- Come see me before you leave.

- Okay.

- Johnny Thompson.

In town less than a

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