Ruthless

You gave the order.

Let me watch.

Come on.

It's okay.

No, stop it.

Stop it.

Get off!

I said friends only!

Hey!

No means no, pal.

Yo, watch the movie, old man.

Fucking jerk.

Where are you going?

Hey!

Yo, sit down!

Bitch!

Hey, Cassanova.

Do we have a fucking problem?

I don't have a problem.

Apparently, you have a hearing problem.

Have a good night, pal.

- Yo, I feel like you're trying to fuck with me.

- No, I'm not trying to fuck with you.

I just want to get home.

You should do the same.

You might want to take six months

before you jerk off unless you're a lefty.

Fuck.

See, now you can't jerk off anymore.

I hope you have friends.

You always take no for an answer.

If someone says no, you back off, okay?

Okay, okay!

Ronald, you have health insurance?

Yeah.

- Do you know where the closest ER is?

Yeah.

Do you need a ride there?

- No. - Can you drive yourself?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Oh.

Hey, hon.

Um, I saw you called earlier, but I was at an old movie

and I didn't want to pick up and be that guy.

Um, but here I am calling you back anyway.

Hey, I've been wanting to tell ya,

one of my boys made it to the Olympics.

I get to go back as a coach this time.

I know, it's really something else, huh?

All right.

Well, call me back anytime.

Um, let's get lunch.

Um, it's your dad, by the way.

Hi, honey.

Did you get my voicemail?

Harry Sumner?

This is Chuck Monaghan.

I'm a detective with the Los Angeles Police Department.

I'm the one that called you a couple of hours ago

from your daughter's phone.

- Why do you have my daughter's phone?

I'm sorry, Mister Sumner.

Your daughter's phone was found at a crime scene.

She's in serious condition at the hospital.

The man that did this to your daughter

was just taken into custody.

We got him.

The name's Johnny McCoy.

Do you know him?

Does that name sound familiar?

No.

- We think he might have been dating your daughter.

I'll give you a minute.

- Mister McCoy, I find you to be a cold and cynical person,

and I can only hope that for the rest of your life,

you will think of Jennifer Sumner

and what you took from her.

I hope you will think about the family

that she will never have,

of the dreams she will never achieve,

of the children she will never get to raise.

You are a danger to society, and we need to keep predators

like you from harming the Jennifer Sumners of the world.

For the crime of kidnapping and murder

in the second degree, I hereby sentence you

to spend the rest of your life in a California State Prison.

Goodbye, Mister McCoy.

Please remove Mister McCoy from the courtroom.

Yeah?

Mister Sumner, I just got off the clock,

and I just wanted to see how you were doing.

I'm fine.

I know you refused counseling,

but I'd like to encourage you to talk to someone.

No need.

Justice was served, right?

It certainly doesn't feel like that way, does it?

- Well, you did a good job, Detective.

That's, uh, that's all you can ask.

I'm not sure why I called ya.

I'm probably just making it worse.

- Uh, have a great life, Detective.

Thank you for all your all of your hard work.

Goodbye, sir.

All right.

Okay.

Reset.

Let's go again.

Come on, now.

Come on!

All right.

Break.

What'd you think?

- I think you should consider track.

- So, like, I need more stamina or something?

- More like track instead of wrestling.

Shit.

Coach Sumner?

What is it, Miss Matson?

Can I talk to you?

Yeah, what?

- Well, I was thinking that I don't want to train

with all the weak links anymore.

Uh, the weak links?

Yeah.

I want to train with Esparza or Harris

so I can really be challenged.

- Why would I want those boys to be training

with some someone your size?

Just using your logic here.

- Well, then how am I supposed to get better?

- Maybe just rethink your extracurricular activities.

Do it for the team.

Or try out for track.

A lot of girls on the track team.

Wow.

Do you have to be a sexist pig like all of 'em?

At least look down while you're taking a shit!

What?

Yeah.

Everyone looks at their shit, right?

You can at least look at me when you're dumping on me!

Uh-huh.

You know what?

Screw this.

And screw you!

Come on, Daddy.

Bring it.

You got cocky.

Get up!

You okay, Coach?

Yeah, just give me a minute.

No, you're done.

I said I need a minute.

And I said you're done.

I pay you for an hour.

It's, it's only been a half an hour.

No, no, no.

You pay me per hour.

It doesn't mean I gotta whoop your ass for the full hour.

Eh.

- What kind of person would I be?

- Well, let me help you off your high horse, Princess.

You're a good for nothing nobody.

- Ooh, I likey when you talk dirty to me.

Oh, yeah.

You're a loser from a long line of losers.

Jab, jab.

Jab.

One, two.

One, two.

One, two, jab.

Up here.

One, two.

Good.

Good.

- You're a has been if there ever was.

Nice!

Yeah.

Hi, Mom.

Hey, baby.

Why don't you come sit with us?

Uh, no, thank you.

- Did you get me something to eat?

No.

Babe, she just home from school.

- There's a fuckin' Pollo Loco, like,

two blocks from her fucking school!

Babe, she's tired.

I'm fuckin' starvin'!

- What, your little legs don't work?

What the fuck did I say?

- Have you ever heard of knocking?

- Um, hey, uh, why do you always have

to talk to me like that?

Don't touch me.

I'm talking to you.

What?

- You know none of this shit is, well, for free, right?

You ought to be nicer to me once in a while.