Once Fallen

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(man) Me and Beat grew up on

the shores of San Pedro.

It's a harbor town

south of Los Angeles,

populated with the families of hard

working blue-collar men

who live and die by

the codes of the Union

and the bosses who

controlled the ports.

My dad was one

of those men.

I always imagined

that I would some day be one, too.

Beat got his name from the kids at school

who pushed him around.

So I started

pushing back.

But no one pushed him harder

than his father when he came home from the bars at night.

We'd smoke the cigarettes

I'd stolen from my dad.

Talk about the days

in front of us.

Places that we'd go.

Ships we'd sail.

And ports with girls.

That thing was crazy.

Look at this.

[chuckles]

(Rose)

Hello?

Hi, Rose, it's me.

Is everything okay?

No, everything is not okay. Have

you heard from her?

No.

Rose, it's been two weeks

What the f***'s going on?

What did you

do, Liam?

I didn't do anything.

Something

must've happened.

I swear to God,

I didn't do anything.

You must've

said something.

I didn't say anything. I thought we were doing fine.

And then she just, I mean--

I-I know you and Chance

will be fine without me.

What am I supposed

to tell Chance?

Just tell him that

you went to San Diego.

If she does, could you

ask her to call me at least?

You know I will.

You take it

easy, Liam.

Thanks, Rose.

I appreciate it.

Call me if

you hear anything.

Yeah, all right.

Bye.

[kids laughing]

(kid) Actually, you

know, it was--

Hey. Where have

you guys been?

We were at the beach.

You better be careful. You're

gonna kill yourselves like that. Come here.

There you go.

All right.

Give me a couple.

Left. All right,

all right.

Beat. Beat.

Can we see

the new move?

Okay, okay. Good.

Let's get something to eat. Come on.

Ouch.

Hey.

Dad, he hit a rock

when he jumped in the water.

Please, don't

hurt my dad.

Are you sore

back here?

No, it's okay.

Son of a b*tch.

Dad! Dad!

You boys stay

right there.

[angry voice]

Come here. I'll get you.

[man groaning]

[woman shouts]

[woman cries]

[shouting] Why the f*** have

you killed him?

[shouting] I need some help!

I need some help!

He'll never

hurt you again.

F***ing get away

from my son.

You're f***ing done. You'll f***ing pay for

this. I swear to God !

[sirens wailing]

[all shouting]

Get up. Get up. Get up.

Somebody clean up

this garbage.

That's Bookman.

He took me under his wing.

He kept me out of the sh*t details while

he trained me to fight.

When I was ready,

he set up the fights

that he and the guards

ran in the boiler room.

My dad taught me to box, but Bookman

taught me to fight.

He was the closest

thing to a friend that I had.

F***ing off somewhere.

Davis!

[muffled screams]

AW.

Saving Bookman

cost me eight stitches,

but it bought me

five years.

In a couple of months,

finally I get to go home.

Saying goodbye was

harder than I thought.

He said we'd

stay in touch.

But I think we both

knew we wouldn't.

[music playing]

[thump]

Sue?

Are you all right?

I'll be right there.

Don't move.

Ha-ha. Like you can.

Okay, roll over.

Jesus, Mary

and Saint.

Use your arm !

Push, push !

Let's just stay

like this, Rose.

God !

I'm sorry, Rose.

Aw, Jesus!

Where's your stuff?

Right below you.

Thank you.

Sue. If you wanna go

on killing yourself, that's fine.

Would you stop

including me?

Do you think Chance,

he'll stay here with you?

No.

Chance always has

some place to stay.

It's just the wrong

place, that's all.

Sounds like most of

the men I've known.

I'm making you somethin'.

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