Fight Valley

Alright, I'll be there in 10 minutes.

Tommy, I gotta go. Shit came up.

Brady, it's the same shit every day. You gotta go, you gotta go, you're done!

Hey, Kate's in trouble. We gotta go do a little lumpy bumpy. You in?

Say no more.

Don't you ever learn? When are you gonna stop this shit?

What the hell happened, Kate?

We just went to the mini-mart to get some smokes and they jumped me.

Are you sure you weren't fighting in the yard?

No, I swear. They took my purse and it's got all my shit in it.

Get your ass in the car.

Shit, it ain't shit. What you got, Stakes?

What you mean, what I got? My house, my week.

Alright.

You think I got the name Stakes for nothin'?

You got that Cirque du Soleil shit. Come on, let me see it. There you go.

What you do now, Gracey?

- What else you got? - What I got?

- That ain't shit. - Yo, Jabs is outside, we got a problem.

Problem, there's a problem.

Fuck you, bitch.

Calm the fuck down. What's wrong with you?

You know we gotta get the fuck out of here. What's wrong with you, it's our fucking money.

Fuck that bitch!

Is that how you run shit up in here now, Stakes? You let them go around robbin' people?

Jabs, I'm sorry. I had no idea.

I'm sorry, Kate.

Hey, yo! Bring them over here right now.

Grace, come here.

Gracey, come here. Bring your ass, woman.

- Tell them you're sorry. - Sorry.

Tell the bitch you're sorry. Stakes on his bullshit again.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I didn't knock them motherfucking teeth out.

Man, that's for you.

You're doing a good job, alright? Making quite a name for yourself, keep it up.

Alright, let's go, people. Fight's over.

50 bucks? What the hell is this?

Like Gamble said, make a name for yourself and you'll get to the yard.

Look, these people just ain't that into you yet, girl.

There's only like 25 people here. I prolly made less than you.

Look, take your money, get on the bus, get the fuck up out the Valley, okay?

Pretty little white girls with cash don't last long around here, you know what I mean?

Hey.

Not bad for a knock around girl.

What the hell are you doin' here?

- Got your ass beat, didn't ya? - Hungry don't lose.

- How do I look though, for real? - You look like you got in a fight.

The fuck is wrong with you, huh? You fuckin' lie to me about where you are?

One of these days, one of these big ass bitches is gonna kick your fuckin' head in...

...and I don't want that, 'cause I fuckin' love you, alright?

You gotta quit this shit. Alright? You do look really fuckin' sexy though.

Alright, none of that. Fight starts in 30 minutes.

Jabs is fighting Payton and I ain't missin' that shit.

- Now you gotta pay our fee. - And what fee is that?

- The fee to get past us. - Oh, yeah?

No more! Let's get the fuck out of here.

Your fee, huh?

Let me know when you wanna come get it.

- Here's your fuckin' fee. - Girls, let's fuckin' go.

- Come on, Payton, you got this. - Do you mind, asshole?

No, I don't mind. Jabs is gonna get that ass whooped tonight.

About time somebody knocked that bitch out.

Hell, she's not.

Yeah, Jabs, get it! Come on, Jabs, you got this!

You wanna make money, girl? This is where you gotta be.

This the pay lode right here.

Maybe we should be saying the same to you guys.

I mean, clearly you're not the promoters on this one.

Maybe you two need to step up your game some.

Ain't no more fighters around here anyway. When there is, believe me, we'll be on that.

- Speaking of real fighters. - What's up, Church? What's up, Gracey?

What's up? You owe me a thousand bucks, what do you mean what's up?

You're right, I owe you money. Come by tomorrow night and you got your money.

- I ain't gonna stiff my meanest fighter... - Exactly, don't forget that.

What are you looking at?

Yo, you're in my seat.

- You're in my face. - I'mma need you to move.

What the hell's your problem, Gracey, could we watch the fight, really?

- Am I interrupting your show? - Guys, ignore her.

- You know what she's trying to do. - Ignore me?

- Yeah. - You can't ignore me.

Gracey, can you back the hell up? Can we please watch the fight? Is that possible?

Can you go one single day without being the biggest pain in the ass in this town?

No, you got it all wrong, that's me. Sit your bitch ass down.

Come put me down. I'm too crazy to be scared of you.

Enough, damn. I can't believe I paid 30 bucks for this shit.

Oh, that's how much you made at your last fight?

- Hell with this shit! Outside now! - Bitch!

You don't want that.

Jabs, back, come on, Jabs, come on, calm down.

- Who the hell are you? - I'm Tori Coro.

I came into your gym for a lesson about a year ago.

No idea, but in case you haven't noticed, I could use a little privacy.

- Teach me how to fight like that. - Like what?

Like you.

- How old are you? - 22.

- And you're a knock around girl? - How did you know?

Because I know everyone in the Valley. Besides, your knuckles, they're way too pretty.

Well, put me on the inside. Teach me.

Look, I didn't learn to fight at 22.

I have been beating the crap out of girls since I was six years old...

...because little Suzie didn't want to share her dolls with me.

Now you wanna learn how to throw a punch? Go to L.A. Boxing, I am not interested.

- Why do you run a gym? - Because I can.

Now get it through your head. I don't train fighters.

I fight for all the wrong reasons because I'm pissed off when I get out there.

You don't see me smiling and hugging my opponents.

No, all I see is a piece of meat and a meal ticket.

Now get out of my locker room.

In this country, you gotta make your money.

That's the thing though, Jabs always been like that, like cold as ice.

Took a lot of balls to do what you did. You sure you ain't a dude?

My baby definitely ain't a guy, I can vouch for that.

Jabs is turning you into a monster.

Alright ladies, it's been real, but I'm heading out.

I'll walk with you, I'm going that way anyway. Bye, baby girl.

Later!

Hey, how you doin'?

Again? What the hell happened to you?

- Were you down in the Valley fighting again? - I'm fine, Dad, it's nothing.

Nothing? You look like you got dragged down the street by your feet.

Dad, I'm good, I swear. Just some girls were talkin' shit...

...and I did what you always tell me to do, stick up for myself, right?

- Well, did you win at least? - Of course she won, she's a Coro.

- You taught her well, G-Note. - G-Note?

It's Gino, alright? Do I look like some sort of rapper to you or something?

No, but Gino sounds like G-Note, so I thought I'd switch it up a little bit.

Relax, homie, but you do look like one of them gambino motherfuckers.

Remember whose house you're livin' in, whose roof you're under, who's feedin' you.

- Sorry. - You better chill out.

- I'm just messin' with you, Gino. - It's all good, pops, don't worry.

Yeah, go inside. Get out of here, leave me alone.

- Is that you, sweetie? - No, it's a robber, and I demand food.

- Aunt Windsor's here! - Yes!

What's up?

- What's this? - I drew you a picture, do you like it?

- I love it, thank you. - Did you see dead bodies today?

You and your questions.

I saw your story, crazy stuff. And right down the road, no less.

Remind me to call Tom in advanced securities and check on the security system.

Yeah, I will.

My book came?

- Oh, my gosh. - What is it?

This is a book on profiling.

It has great reviews, but this guy's technique is awesome.

What, is he a magician or something?

No, you know what he does?

He can tell if somebody's lying to you or not...

...by analyzing their nonverbals, their body language, eye contact.

So I could tell if you're lying or not?

Yes.

Oh, by the way, is Dale coming for dinner?

No.

You're lucky I'm tired!

No, Mom, I just... I need some space right now.

Actually, I don't know what I want. I just... I know I don't want him.

Sweetie, you can't dump Dale. He's one of the richest men in...

Richest guys, Mom? What's that got to do with anything?

I don't care if he's rich or poor. What about just good old fashioned love?

Windsor, you need a man to take care of you...

...someone that can provide the essentials in life.

Mom, Mom. I don't need a man in my life.

I'm 30 years old, I can provide money for myself.

I don't need a man, I want someone that I'm attracted to...

...because honestly, if I don't have sex very, very soon...

Windsor, I am your mother and your nieces are here.

My bad. Listen, I'm gonna go freshen up, I'm starving.

Okay.

- What now? - Why do you always have to say what now?

Because every time I ask how are you...

...there's some smart ass comment like, do you really care?

We both know I care how you are, or I wouldn't ask the question.

I just figured what now gets right to the point.

So, what now?

- I need to borrow some money. - No.

Come on, Windsor, why the fuck not?

Because you chose to live with Dad, that's why the fuck not.

Look, I just wanna get out of this place, okay?

Duke and I are trying to get an apartment down in Cherry Hill...

...all we need is the down payment, that's it, Windsor.

And since when do you have something against Dad?

No, I happen to love Dad very much...

...but taking you into the heart of gang world...

...knowing that he couldn't support you wasn't a very smart decision, was it?

And him drinking his life away, not even making it a priority to go get a job...

...so that you don't have to call your older sister begging for money.

I'm sorry, Tori, I love Dad, I do...

...but he has made some bad decisions.

Yeah, and having you was one of them. Thanks for nothin'.

- So what'd she say? - She said no.

Just being a bitch like always.

I mean, that's why I moved out here in the first place.

We only need like two grand and we could get out of here, you know?

- What about your mom? Why don't we ask her? - Absolutely not.

She's still pissed at me for taking sides with my dad.

Honestly, they don't give a shit about me.

- They could care less if I was dead. - Speaking of money...

...I'm gonna go run to the consignment shop, see if I can make us a couple bucks.

- You wanna come or you wanna stay here? - No, I'm good, babe. I'm just gonna...