UFC 81: Breaking Point Page #4

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Chill out.

Sorry about that.

What are you doing? Stop it!

Stop! They're not gonna do anything,

all right?

They're on the roof right now.

They're calling it in.

And they're talking about

p*ssy and guns, all right?

They're f***ing idiots. So, stop it.

Come on, baby. Come on.

- Kelly, where is it?

- What?

- Where is it?

- What?

- Where is it?

- What?

Baby, come on.

Where is the f***ing camera?

Help! Please, help!

- Hey!

- Help!

- Ma'am, you all right?

- Yes, I'm fine! He went to the right!

He went to the right!

Do you want this evidence tagged now, sir?

Or should we wait for it

to ripen up some more?

- Sure this is the right one?

- I'm not delusional.

The junkie, he saw me toss it in.

The junkie.

Well, of course.

Don't treat me like a goddamn child!

I saw him. I took pictures of him.

He chased me.

Why doesn't anybody believe that?

Did you see him? Anyone? Up on that roof?

- Well, we were trying to make it look...

- Did you?

Yeah... Not really,

we were trying to make it look natural, so...

First, your guy goes out of his way

to hide from you.

Now, he's spying on you from rooftops,

chasing you, broad daylight,

- up and down the stretch.

- He's not my guy!

Did you know Holden Gregg

had a history of sexual assault?

No! Why would I?

Two victims.

One settled, another never testified.

Never met the guy!

There's physical evidence

placing you in his house.

Yeah. No sh*t! I gave it to you!

Did Holden step over the line?

Did you fight him off?

- Was it an accident?

- Are you f***ing kidding me?

Come here. Come here. Come here.

- Is he serious?

- Who? Sandeval?

Sure, I guess he's pretty serious.

Is that what you think, too?

- I think what you did today was dumb.

- He's playing games.

No, Miss Reyes, he's not playing,

and this is not a game.

Come here.

Excuse me.

You think she can stay with you guys

for a couple of days?

At least until the match.

- Yeah. Sure.

- Good.

All right, here's how it's gonna work.

I want you guys to stay close together.

Do not let this guy isolate any of you.

- You clear?

- Yeah.

- Hey, man!

- Hey! Is that mine?

What's up? Yeah.

I thought you might want that.

- Thanks.

- Yeah. No problem!

Hey, homie, think there could be,

like, another 50 bucks there for me?

- No.

- Hey, come on, that's worth $40.

I already paid you for running

the other night.

Besides, I can't use these pictures anyway.

Look, doesn't even look like me.

- You think that guy looks like me?

- I think...

Okay. Go help her pack.

I'm gonna make some room in the trunk.

Hey! You mind?

Yeah. I do mind.

What the f*** happened to you?

You were somebody once.

You had five titles back-to-back.

And now, you're just

carrying some b*tch's bags.

- How does that feel?

- Do I know you?

I don't know, Matt. Do you?

God damn. You still got some big muscles.

I don't know,

cut off the circulation to your brain?

I'm the guy. I'm the guy. Diana Wilkes.

- Tire tracks on her face. That was me...

- Motherf***er!

Matt, you okay? Huh?

Are you still with me, Matt?

You still angry?

Who's gonna protect the girls, Matt?

- Hey. Call it in.

- Copy.

First time I saw Matt, I was in high school.

On that tour, he was perfect.

And I hated him.

He was the golden boy, the champion.

The guy who got any girl he wanted.

But then, he came to watch me play.

He'd hang around afterwards

and just ask all the guys about me.

Me!

It was a whole year

before he asked me out and...

My God, the butterflies.

By then, he was all I could think about.

Hey, he's gonna be okay.

He's gonna be okay.

He's gonna be okay.

- You're ruining my life!

- Wait...

Hey, hey, hey. Take it easy. Take it easy.

Hello.

You know what would

have been really nice?

A thank you.

A f***ing thank you.

Diana Wilkes was in your way.

And I took care of it for you.

We could've gone all the way.

We could've gone all the way

to the f***ing Olympics.

And don't for a f***ing second

act like you didn't like it.

Because you did.

How fast did you jump on

being interviewed, huh?

How fast did you forget about Diana?

F***ing fast.

All you cared about was being famous,

well, you know what?

You're gonna be way more famous now

than you ever would have been by yourself.

Because every time they think of you,

they're gonna think of me.

I'm gonna kill you on Labor Day,

in front of all those f***ing cameras

you care so much about.

The last face you're gonna see,

is gonna be mine. You hear me?

Answer me.

Answer me!

It's all I've ever known, those courts.

And now after everything that's happened,

it's pretty much the only thing

that makes sense to me.

The cops want us to withdraw.

I know. It's sensible.

Oh, is that what you want to be now,

is sensible?

You know I don't want to quit.

They'll give the match to Holt and Brice.

They're next in line on points.

This thing goes on

whether we're in it or not.

You take someone's goals away,

their dreams,

what's left?

- If Matt wakes up...

- When Matt wakes up.

...I want him to be proud of me.

So are you in it or what?

Yeah.

Well, people, this is all bad news

as far as I'm concerned.

The venue is sold out,

which means thousands of ticket holders.

Add to that, this heat wave,

and the beaches will be packed in by noon.

Frankly, the show must go on bullshit

is inviting tragedy.

But that's what we have to deal with.

So says the mayor,

the city council, the league,

and even the players themselves.

The Harbor Patrol will take the shoreline

and work the western perimeter.

Event security, some two dozen strong,

will work the inside

and the adjoining lot with you.

They'll be dressed completely in yellow,

so that should scare the bad boys away.

And now, for my favorite part.

This will be a live televised sporting event,

so expect large camera crews.

We have multiple cameras, a dolly crane,

two hand-helds, satellite truck in the lot.

And all crewmen will wear security badges.

Now, people, I want you to check those

once, twice, three times.

All right, none of this smile away bullshit.

Our perp here is a slippery f***.

We should add a cross-check

with security badges versus standard IDs

of any staffer matching the description.

That's a good point, Nick.

And lastly, but most importantly,

I want you to take a look.

You are to keep her in your sights

at all times. Understand?

All times.

Hello and welcome to the AVP.

This is the grand finale.

The one we have all been waiting for,

the Tour Championship.

And on any other day,

that would thrill enough.

But, Sarah, this tournament

means so much more.

You're right, Dain. Coming as it does...

- Go, Camera Two.

...on the heels of tragedy.

- Ready, Camera One.

- As most of you know,

Diana Wilkes, the crown jewel of the sport...

- And go, Camera One.

...was found dead just weeks ago.

Anybody got an update on Kelly Reyes?

Currently, she's in the player's tent.

All right, I want a 20 on her at all times.

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