Shadow

Things are taking longer than I thought,

but it's almost time.

We'll all be together.

A real family.

So, how much we got on the game, boy?

- You know, man. Two hundred bucks. -

You know, if we played every day, I could stop working.

Man, are you gonna stop running your mouth, or take the shot?

- Oh, so you want some of this? Huh? - Yeah.

- Come get it. - Yeah.

I'm gonna drip some hot sauce on you, boy.

I'm gonna drip... Ha!

- -

- I hate you, you know that? - Oh no, you don't.

That's just your ego talking, son.

You know, I have this dream where I stab you in the neck?

Uh-huh?

And then there's blood, just spurting out.

It makes me so happy.

You really dream about me?

- Shut up. - Oh, that's cute, sweetheart.

No, no, no, listen... Don't feel bad, coz losing, it, um...

- It builds character, all right? - Mmm.

Your character's strong, boy.

- It is so strong. - Yeah, whatever, man. You know...

- You should be the one paying me back. - Uh-huh? And why is that?

For covering your ass.

Found this at the nightclub. Ring any bells?

- Nice going, man. - Yeah.

You can start paying by driving me to Gigi's house.

Her parents are coming over.

- Oh, so you're meeting the family? - Hey...

- It's just lunch. - Yeah, keep telling yourself that, bud.

- Has she picked out a church yet? - Shut up, man.

We just need to stop somewhere.

Where? You gotta shoot someone?

- Why do you always think the worst of me? -

Experience!

- Experience? -

Watch this. Whoa! Money!

- -

Oh, I love you, bro.

Where are we going? I thought we were coming to pick up a car.

We are. We need the keys, genius.

Wait. Is he gonna give you the keys, or are you gonna take them from him?

Well, I guess that's gonna be up to him.

- So this guy's a fighter? Really? - Mmm-hmm.

You see, this is the problem with you. It's about violence, the whole time.

Man, his name is Junior. How bad could it be?

"How bad could it be?"

Hey... I'm looking for a guy called Junior?

Oh, he's on the pads.

I told you, man. Look at him, he looks like a twig.

Junior?

- Can we talk? - Just say what you want to say.

Well, your ex-girlfriend says: "Hello".

And she wants her car back.

I'm here to get the keys, man.

- Is that right? - That's right.

So, who are you? Like, her new boyfriend, or something?

I'm just some guy.

All right, pretty boy, I'll tell you something.

Let's fight for it.

And... if you win, you take the car. If I win...

I keep the car...

and I take yours.

You fellas do have wheels, right?

- Look, man. Hey, man, let's do this. -

Max, it's gonna be fine.

You're not fighting him for a car he doesn't own.

Look, I'm fine.

All right, man.

- We've got a deal? - Deal.

- Are you serious right now? - Mmm...

There is no way I'm gonna lose to this kid, man.

I should've taken a taxi, you know that?

Oh boy, this brings back some memories.

Yeah?

The straps on your knuckles. The smell of the ring.

- Yeah, I love it. - Remember the smell of blood?

- Come on, man, you know I can box. - Yeah, I remember you could box.

Hey, man, what's happening? Why change your clothes before the fight?

Hey, pretty boy, relax.

The fight's still on.

- What do you mean? - Yeah, man, we have a...

slight problem.

Thing is, I'm not Junior, you know.

He is.

Oh man!

You know, he was supposed to fight for the belt, but the man got arrested.

Manslaughter.

Which is the perfect way to describe it if you ask me.

All right, fellas, I'm gonna need those keys.

The keys?

Cool! This is gonna be beautiful! All right, fellas.

Bring it together. Nice and simple, all right? No time limit.

The first person to get knocked out, loses...

and has to walk home. Right, pretty boy?

- Show some love. -

Oh, hey!

- -

Eye of the tiger!

Right jab! Left! Left jab!

Stop blocking his punches with your face.

Hey, man. You good?

What happened?

You built more character, okay?

You've done enough today, all right?

You're embarrassing me.

- When is the wedding? - The wedding?

Don't worry about your wedding.

You just... Let's go, I'll take you to Gigi, all right?

All right, I'm coming!

All right!

Sorry to bother you, I just wanted to check if everything's all right.

- Hey? - Your dog's been barking all night.

- I thought there might be a problem. - No, no problem at all.

See, the thing is,

I'm trying to do some work and I really need to concentrate.

You want me to shut the dog up? Is that it?

If there's anything you could do, I'd really appreciate it.

Oh.

Idiot.

Stop having a panic attack, Tony, you'll have the layouts tomorrow.

Okay, fine.

By the way, what is up with the tough guy ad on 27?

It's legit.

The guy helped me out a couple of weeks ago.

He did such a good job, I offered to run his ad for a while.

For free?

What did he do? Kill your ex-wife?

Yeah, don't give me any ideas.

- Listen, are you sure you've got this? -

I'm sure. Listen, there's someone at the door, I gotta go.

- - Hello?

Hello, Sarah.

Do you like your gift?

- Morning. - Morning.

- Can I make you some coffee? - Nah, I'm cool, thanks.

- Big night? - More like a big afternoon.

Is that a bruise on the eye?

Oh, yeah. I had a job yesterday... at a boxing gym.

I thought it would be fun to go back to the ring.

- How's the other guy? - Same as me.

Except, his bruises are on his fist.

Oh, Zola wanted me to tell you

that some guy called for you yesterday. Some Trevor guy?

Okay, thanks.

Ex-boyfriend. He calls often.

He wants to get back together, never gonna happen.

You want any help?

Thanks, I can handle him.

Okay. I mean, if you do change your mind...

I'll call the guy that gave you a black eye.

Right, touché.

- Mmm. -

Sorry, I've got to take this.

Tony says you're good at intimidating people.

I was hoping you could track him down,

pretend to be my boyfriend, or something.

Try and scare him off.

I'm not sure if that's going to work out, but we can try it. Um...

Why don't you start by telling me how you met him?

I didn't want to do the whole online dating thing,

but I work from home, so...

Anyway, right from the start I knew something was wrong with him.

He was just... off.

Simon, thank you so much for dinner, it was wonderful.

It's my pleasure.

But we're not finished yet.

I'll be right back.

It's... just a small gift.

Simon, you didn't have to get me anything.

I wanted to. Open it.

It's you.

What do you mean?

Forgive me. I saw on your profile that you're a dancer.

My mother was a dancer. I hope you don't mind?

- No, it's fine. - I made it myself.

They're my passion.

Snow globes are special, don't you think?