Kingdom

Put your hands up! Put your hands up.

Fuck you, man.

Man, I didn't do nothing, man.

Back off!

- Look, man, I'm cooperating. - Oh, shit.

You ain't got fucking nothing on us.

Seems like this guy, Michael, is a real dickhead.

I knew a guy like him in ROTC.

He'd find the runt in the group

and then just hassle the shit out of him

- till he broke. - Hmm.

Well, obviously he can't stay at this facility any longer.

Thank you.

You don't see any way of making this work, Ryan?

No, sir. I... I don't.

I've been checking in with Carl.

He says you're doing good.

He loves you. You got momentum.

I hate to rock the boat here.

Well, the problem, Mr. Dantzler,

is that Michael had a lot of friends at the house.

At some point, they're gonna come after me,

and I just don't want to be put in a position

where I have to defend myself, 'cause I will.

So the idea, then, is he moves in with you?

Well, I think it's better than moving him to another facility.

And, uh, he's proven himself,

so maybe it's time for that next step, you know.

I gonna have a hard time finding a bed on short notice,

and who knows how he's even gonna mesh with a new group.

If I do this, you understand you're bound by the same rules.

Urine test, mandatory employment at Rat Reapers,

- and all that. - Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

All right, we'll give it a go. Hang tight.

We got some paperwork and shit we need to fill out.

Oh, shit.

- What happened? - Hey, is it stripped?

- Yeah. - Let me see.

What does that mean? They're stuck?

Why don't we just leave them up?

Thought the world was full of nihilists.

I don't know where you got that idea,

but these are ugly and I want them gone.

No, we'll take care of it, mom. We'll get them down.

Not if the screws are stripped.

No, we'll figure it out.

No, it has to happen today, Jay. You promised.

Fine. Hey, mom, we're taking them off.

Damn it, you can't get them off, Jay.

I don't know how you're gonna do it.

We're gonna figure it out, mom.

- Hey. - You can't! You can't do it!

Keep your hands up.

Garo.

There's the queen bee.

What are you doing here?

I was in the neighborhood.

I didn't know you were coming back.

Where is everyone?

Alvey and Ryan are on a training run.

Around here?

No, Topanga.

Or maybe Solstice Canyon.

Or maybe none of your fucking business.

Listen, can I talk to you just for a second, please?

- Please, please? - Of course.

Give me something. Just give me something.

- How's Ryan doing? - Ryan's fine.

- Everything's under control. - Says you.

I have a card I have to promote, okay.

I'm doing a press event in a couple of days.

I want Alvey and him to be there.

You know, I get it. I completely understand.

Man, I tell you, it's like spinning plates all the time.

- Nothing ever works out, you know. - I do.

First, they change my venue.

Fucking nightmare. Then I get a call last night.

One of my fighters... he cut his hands doing the dishes.

The dishes... so he says.

Severed a nerve. He's out.

Which is another thing I have to talk to Alvey about.

I need a 155'er.

You have anybody who's ready to go?

- Like, how's Nate doing? - Nate's out still.

Yeah, of course, of course.

But Jay's available.

Alvey never mentioned that.

You know how they are.

- I'm handling him. - Can I talk to him?

Yeah, I'll set it up.

Thank you.

See you soon.

You all set?

Yeah, I think so.

That's it? One box?

Yeah, plus those.

"Keith."

You're taking his shit, too?

Yeah. I don't know what else to do with it.

Fucking leave it here.

No. They'll throw it away.

Let his family claim it.

He doesn't have any family.

He doesn't have any family?

He doesn't have any family.

All right, let's load it up.

Hey.

Nate must think I'm nuts.

No. He's worried about you.

- So am I. - Don't be.

Mom.

I'm an emotional person, as you may have noticed.

And now that I'm clean,

my moods are dialed up to, like, 11.

There's gonna be some crying.

Yeah, maybe the crying is good for you.

It is.

I know what you did for me.

Mom.

No one's ever cared enough about me to do that.

You could have easily have left me,

like everyone else.

But I didn't.

And you're here now.

I am.

And I want those bars off the window.

Them I'm-a rip those bars off with my fucking teeth,

okay?

They're coming off.

- Let's do something. - Yeah.

- Like what? - I don't know. Um...

Oh! Let's go shopping.

- Shopping? - Let's buy some clothes.

- I want to burn all this shit. - Okay.

Get some stuff for this house so it won't be so bleak.

- Mom, this house is not bleak. - It's bleak.

- It's a very inspiring home. - We need some pretty.

Mom, I don't have a lot of money.

You have a little, and I have a little.

We'll find stuff.

Come on... you, me, and Nate.

You guys can take off jumping jacks

- for one day for your mother. - Oh, jumping jacks?

Yes, mom. Mama wants a brand-new bag,

mama's getting a shopping spree, okay?

Come on.

Hey! Get your asses off the couch.

I told you sweaty bastards.

You're sleeping on the man's b... look what you did.

Animals. We'll clean it up.

We'll put some sheets down. It'll be just like it was.

- Yeah, yeah. Yeah. - Hey.

Oh, here's sheets and blankets and a pillow.

Look at this.

- Hi. - Hi.

Um, if you need anything, just let us know.

No, this is... no, this looks great.

Yeah, I mean, we'll make this your home

until we can figure out what the hell to do with you.

All right?

This is more than enough. Thank you.

Yeah.

Okay, well, what do you want to do?

You want to train? I mean, where's your head?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

- You sure? - Yeah, let's hit it. Yeah.

- Let's bang it out. - Let's go put your gear on.

How's he seem?

Strange.

I don't know. He's carrying around Keith the Ripper's boxes.

They were friends.

- I understand. - Alvey.

Garo stopped by.

- What'd he want? - He wants to promote his fight.

He wants you to call him.

Okay.

Fucking life. All right, I will.

Have you talked to her yet?

No.

I doubt I will.

She's probably gonna float away.

Watch. I know this woman.

You should. You've been married to her for 26 years.

That's a great pillow.

Nate, I'm rethinking everything,

the whole wardrobe. No more t-shirts... ever.

I'm suits from now on.

I don't care if it's 100 fucking degrees out.

And I listen to vinyl.

Look at this, huh?

Hmm? Taking a peek?

The only blemish.

Perfect condition.

That's a terrible suit.

You're gonna get used to it.

What are you doing, huh?

- You're looking at plates? - Stop.

There's a whole store here, Nate.

What do you think?

Wow.