Rumble
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- 2016
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[man panting]
[dramatic instrumental music playing]
[David] My name is David Goran.
And, yeah,
this is just as bad as it looks.
You may ask
how a former champion and fight legend
ended up running from cops
somewhere in Mexico.
I'd have to say that it's a long story.
[grunts]
And like most of my stories...
[grunts]
it all began with a fight.
Mr. Goran, good evening.
I just wanna say that we caught the fight.
Congratulations.
Thank you.
Any mail?
Um, let me check.
Not today.
But it must feel good to win.
Just another day at the office.
Ramiro, could you please help Mr. Goran
with his luggage, please?
No, it's okay. I'm good.
I insist. Ramiro, please help Mr. Goran
with his luggage.
Have a pleasant evening.
[Ramiro] Right over here, sir.
Mr. Goran, sir,
I'm a big, huge fan of yours.
I've watched every single fight.
I even saw that Reno one,
the one you busted your knee in.
Man, you definitely got robbed.
Yeah, I used to do this fighting thing,
but now I just hang out
at the local underground fight club.
Have you ever been there?
I'm not from around here.
Oh, you're just visiting.
Something like that.
Well, they have fights every weekend.
Like, tonight they have one.
Thanks, but maybe some other time.
Well, if you change your mind,
just let me know.
You think I could have your autograph?
I don't do autographs, kid.
Wow.
[sighs]
[Eva] Hi, baby.
You're back early.
- I missed you.
- I miss you, too, my love.
So much.
I love you.
I love you, too, baby girl.
[David] You know...
I love everything about you.
Even your flaws.
Baby, I don't... I don't know.
I just don't think I have
many more fights left in me.
My love, we just have to pay him off.
[sighs] We're on borrowed time here, Eva.
We...
We're running like animals.
It's not my fault.
You killed a man, Eva.
It was self-defense.
You don't know what happened.
Maybe.
But that pimp ex-boyfriend of yours,
You know...
I'm so sorry I brought you into this.
It was all a long time ago.
It was a lifetime ago.
You know...
[sighs]
Sometimes, I think I don't even know you.
You know, I know that we all have secrets,
all right?
But there's so much about you
that I don't even know.
What's this?
Please, David.
- Are you taking clients again?
- No.
There's twice as much money here
What were the line odds?
David, figure it out yourself.
- Four-fifty.
- Yes.
I took three dives to get the odds to 450.
Now they're investigating me
for fight-fixing.
And there's twice as much money here
How did you get it, Eva?
You must be wrong about the numbers.
- Bullshit.
- Oh, please.
Are you taking clients?
Baby...
Every time I see you stepping into a ring,
the last time I see you.
I can't let that happen.
Not for me.
No. Don't go.
- Baby...
- You can't go.
- I'm not gonna let you.
- Stop it!
I won't allow it. I love you!
- Let me go. Stop! Let me go. Stop it.
- [David grunts]
You're not going.
- Stop it.
- I love you.
- Let me...
- [David grunts]
[groans softly]
[breathing heavily]
I am not going to let you kill yourself...
for me.
I love you.
Okay. What time?
I get off in ten minutes. Wait here.
[groovy instrumental music playing]
[men grunting]
[Ramiro in Spanish] Thank you.
[man in Spanish]
The drinks are on the house.
I'll get them for you in a bit.
- [Ramiro in Spanish] Thank you very much.
- [man in Spanish] Excuse me.
[Ramiro] We should hang out
more often, man.
Drinks are on the house
just 'cause they're so grateful
that you're here.
And they say if you want to go up
on the ring, they'd be honored.
I don't think so.
It's not gonna happen, Ramiro.
and that's all it's about.
- Pour me a drink.
- Yeah.
Im thirsty.
[grunts]
[Ramiro] Dives?
You're... You're taking dives now?
Just helping the numbers a little,
you know?
[stutters] I would not mess
with those people, David.
They're not gonna find out.
How long have you been together?
Met her after the Reno fight.
She was in the crowd. Couldn't miss her.
[scoffs] She was beautiful.
We've been together ever since.
I love her, man.
She's the reason I fight.
You are one of the oldest fighters
in the ring,
and you got your knee thing.
[David sighs deeply]
And you gotta know when to quit, right?
If it wasn't for this sh*t with Eva,
I would've been long gone.
[grunting and groaning]
You know, I've made more bookies
more money than I've ever seen.
And look at me now.
Hiding from some low-budget pimp
south of the border.
[sighs]
[yells]
[pants]
[people applauding and cheering]
[shouts]
[people whistling and whooping]
Hey, Goran.
Why don't you get in here with me?
[Ramiro chuckles]
F*** you, too.
Shot. Tequila, man.
[breathes deeply]
[grunts]
[groans softly]
[clattering]
[dramatic instrumental music playing]
[car alarm beeping]
[knocking on door]
Ev.
Ev, it's me.
Sh*t.
- Hi.
- Can I help you?
My key card's not working.
- Room?
- One-thirteen.
- One-thirteen, let me check.
- [typing]
No, I'm afraid that room is empty, sir.
She checked out?
Who, sir?
My girlfriend. The woman
that's been staying there with me.
[sighs] Okay.
No.
It says here
that room's been empty for a week.
[scoffs]
That's not possible.
We've been staying here
for the last month.
Maybe there's been a mistake, sir.
What is your name?
- Goran. David Goran.
- [typing]
David Goran?
Yeah.
- What's wrong?
- I just need to make a call.
What seems to be the problem?
Oh, this is the man from, uh...
How may I help you?
My key card doesn't work.
I need to get a new one.
- Absolutely. What's the room number?
- One-thirteen.
One-thirteen? That's impossible, sir.
That room's been vacant for the past week.
[receptionist] That's what I told him,
but he's...
[scoffs]
Hey, it's me, man.
I'm sorry?
We talk every day.
Last night you congratulated me
on my fight.
We've never met.
He says he's, uh...
[whispers] David Goran.
[clears throat] I see. One second.
What's the problem? What's going on here?
Is there any way you could come down
to the front desk, please? Thanks.
Where's my girlfriend?
Sir, we can settle this
in just a matter of minutes.
Where the hell is my girlfriend?
I don't know, sir. Please don't hurt me.
[intense instrumental music playing]
[groans]
[indistinct chatter]
[speaking Spanish]
[captivating instrumental music playing]
[in Spanish] Don't move.
[grunts]
Ramiro.
Sh*t, David. You scared me, man.
You're all over the news, man.
What'd you do?
Everybody's looking for you.
They say you killed a guy.
What? Who?
Some fighter. Sit down, man.
What the hell happened last night, man?
We did shots, man.
Uh, sure we did.
I can't remember anything
after that tequila.
Did I even fight that big guy?
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