Charlie Zone

(Rock music playing)

(cheering, jeering)

He ain't got nothing on you.

(Crowd cheering, jeering)

F*** you, man!

Number one!

The f***ing champion!

F***, yeah!

F*** you, man.

Number f***ing one!

Man:

That's right!

Are you ready to fight now?

- Oh-hh!

- Round two.

Stupid f***in' man!

Halifights winner...

still reigning motherfucking champ,

Avery Paul!

Man:

What a fight!

Man:

Aw, come on, man!

F*** you!

Bam, bam, bam.

There you go.

That's all?

Maybe more once I see

how many hits we get.

Ads, you know?

Right.

Hey, someone left this

for you.

Said it was important.

You Okay?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

(Distant buoy bell rings)

(keyboard clicking)

(faint voices yelling)

(growls)

Oh, Grandson...

(yelling stops)

(distant buoy bell rings)

(helicopter blades whirring)

(boat whistles honking)

(seagulls squawking)

I left my card.

I've seen your fights online.

I was hoping we could talk.

What's it about?

A job.

(Distant siren wailing)

(voices talking within)

(paper rustling)

(knocking on door)

- Find someone else.

- We've tried.

Please understand that we've

been searching for years.

- The police.

- Do you think we haven't called them?

They don't care.

Tell the parents to go down there

and get her themselves.

They're scared.

Can you imagine

the torture it is

to have her this close to home

and so far from taking her last step?

I can.

Now f*** off.

I know you need a second chance...

as much as we do.

- Who the hell are you?

- Who are you?

A disgraced athlete

reduced to an Internet joke.

What would your family think?

With $20,000 you could get

yourself reinstated,

get your license back,

hire a trainer.

You're made

for more than this.

So is she.

20?

I can't go any higher.

It's her parents' life savings.

What's your angle?

Jan is my half-sister.

I'll do everything

I can to help.

I'll need three days

to get ready.

And $10,000 up front.

(Ticking)

(doorbell jingles)

(men laughing)

They come here most days to eat,

mainly around this time.

She's usually with one

or both of them.

Never alone.

The one with the girl is Tal.

He owns a house nearby...

a shooting gallery.

Donny is the keeper.

These are very

dangerous people.

Her.

The girl is Jan.

She ran away from home

when she was 15.

She arrived back East

about three months ago,

from Montreal, we think.

Because of her addiction,

she fell in with him.

She wanted to be a ballerina.

She was so smart.

Not anymore?

We have reason to believe

she's trying to escape this life

to come home.

Please... get her out.

(Dog barking, bird crowing)

(sniffling)

(gasps)

Sleep now, baby.

(Seagulls squawking)

(clatters)

(clinks)

(laughter, jeering)

(creaking)

I don't expect

to see you again.

(Bolt clicks)

(dripping)

(Speaking softly)

50 cover.

(Door creaks)

(moans)

(man coughing, laughing)

(music thumping)

(game chirping)

(laughter continues)

Morphine.

Morphine. 25.

Our works are clean,

house rules

if you bring your own.

Shoot up here

where we can see, eh?

After that,

mi casa es su casa.

(Sighs)

(music continues)

- You need help?

- (chuckles)

(needle clatters)

Have a good time there, friend.

(Music continues)

(grunts)

(license plate clatters)

(helicopter blades

whirring)

(buoy bells ringing)

(lighter snaps)

(faint scraping)

(chatter, laughter)

- You're so beautiful.

- Oh, whoa, dude. No.

You touch my girl...

this is what you'll get,

you f***ing lowlife!

(Screaming)

Donny:

Easy!

I'm f***in' blind!

(Man screaming)

I'm f***in' blinded!

(Screaming)

Hey, we've never had a killing,

not an O.D.,

no AIDS, no nothing.

And I don't plan

on starting now.

What are you, a f***ing social worker?

Relax, Donny.

We're supposed to be exclusive.

If you don't like my way, take

the good money I pay you and go.

Maybe I should.

And work at a convenience store

somewhere?

Wash dishes?

You can pay support

for two women,

three kids on that.

You never talk about my kids,

you understand me?

There is no out.

Come on,

let's get things ready

for my party, okay?

Donny.

(Sniffles)

(coins click)

(keys beeping)

(line ringing)

Come on.

Come on, come on, come on,

come on, come on, please.

Man:

Hello?

Hello?

(Dog barking)

(distant car alarm blaring)

- Donny:
What did you want?

- Jan:
Look...

I know this is

gonna sound weird, but...

Donny:

Shoot

Seriously,

how did you kick?

Donny:
My kids.

I did it for them.

Jan:
I didn't know

you had kids.

(Motor revving)

Jan:
There's some things

that I need to tell you.

- (Rock music playing)

- All right, let's party.

Come on, yeah, yeah.

(Tal laughing)

Whoo!

(Clicks)

(music continues)

- Oh, that's too much.

- You shouldn't have.

(laughing)

Happy birthday.

Happy birthday.

Thank you, thank you.

Hey, where's my girl?

Where's Jan?

I don't know.

I didn't see her.

(Keys beeping)

(line ringing)

(ringing)

(muffled scream)

(grunts)

(music continues)

F***!

We got a problem!

(Yelling)

Hey! What the f***, man?!

- (Glass smashing)

- What the f*** are you doing?

Come on.

(Engine starts)

- What the f***?!

- (tires screeching)

- Tal:
F***!

- (crashes)

(gunshots popping)

Don't shoot!

You'll hit her!

Come on,

we can catch up.

F***!

(screams)

(tires screech)

(phone beeping)

(line ringing)

Okay, I got her.

Wonderful.

We're so relieved.

All right,

where's the drop-off?

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