01x03 - The hunt

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This story is inspired by real events.

The people and events shown
are made up for artistic purposes.

Any similarity to reality
is purely coincidental.

RINGO, DO YOU DRAW
WHILE YOU'RE DISTRACTED?

YES

AND WHAT DO YOU DRAW?

I SIGN RINGO, RINGO, RINGO,
UNTIL I FILL UP THE PAGE

Ringo, my man,
kinda fast, don't you think?

Relax, Rolo. I'm trying it out.

Lay off a little.

Ladies and Gentlemen,
Ringo and The Savages!

♪ Pío, pío, pío, pío, pío, pa ♪

♪ Spring is a happy time ♪

♪ Pío, pío, pío, pío, pío, pa ♪

♪ Spring is a happy time ♪

♪ I see young people in the park ♪

♪ Holding hands and talking about love ♪

♪ Spring brings new life ♪

♪ It makes people love better ♪

HURRICANE STADIUM

♪ Pío, pío, pío, pío, pío, pa ♪

♪ Spring is a happy time ♪

♪ The sky is bluer ♪

♪ The trees' leaves are greener ♪

♪ The birds are chirping
They're happily singing ♪

♪ It's spring announcing love ♪

BOXING

♪ Pío, pío, pío, pío, pío, pa ♪

♪ Spring is a happy time ♪

♪ Sha, la, la, la, la, la
Sha, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ Sha, la, la, la, la, la
Sha, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ Sha, la, la, la, la, la
Sha, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ Sha, la, la, la, la, la
Sha, la, la, la, la ♪

Hello?

Hello.
Is this the Taxi Boys agency?

What's going on, you bum?
How are you?

You call me right at press time.
This is a mess.

So put this headline:
"Bonavena fights the Dwarf."

All right,
I told you I'm on deadline.

I'm serious, Rolo.
They f*cked me over.

The fight was a spectacle.

It was full of hungover gringos.
They threw food at me in the ring.

Did you see the girl
announcing the rounds?

She was a tiny thing
dressed like a cowgirl. Ridiculous.

More ridiculous than you singing
"Pío, pío"? Not possible.

I can't fight Ali here, or anyone.

These guys are mobsters for real.

Conforte doesn't know sh*t about boxing,
much less his wife.

Ringo. Come back.

If what you're saying is true,
there's nothing for you there, brother.

No.

I'm not going to make it so easy.

It's my way now.

I'm Ringo Bonavena, or have you forgotten?

III.
THE HUNT

We treat these girls like partners.

It's a nasty business,

full of ill*gal drugs,

until you legalize it.

It's nasty. We can agree on that.

Mr. Conforte, those girls are sl*ves.

That's what they are.

Let me explain.

It's legal brothels. We all win.

People need to understand that I pay taxes

just like any other business
in this state.

Yes, but that's not the point.

We're discussing human dignity here.

The facts are all right here

in this report.

By employing waitresses, show people,
hairdressers and whatnot,

my business contributes
two million dollars a year.

Like it or not, the sex industry
boosts tourism across the state.

Well, it's about time
we stop looking the other way.

And in addition to the taxes that I pay,
there's all this money that I donate

to a wide range
of charitable organizations.

Sister Gretzky can vouch for that.

These girls are children of the Lord.

And he protects them.

Go out. Go out
and find your way back to the Lord.

- He will help…
- Bunch of tight-asses.

The only Lord God here is me.

You hit 'em hard last night, champ.

This is for you.

Next fight's in three weeks.

Joe,

I need real fights, okay?

Ringo…

This fight was great.

A big show.

We're already talking about
doing the next one in Reno.

Listen.

I came here for a rematch with Ali.

You promised that.

Or what the f*ck am I doing here, huh?

Maybe I should go back to Argentina.

You are in no position to make demands.

I paid a pretty penny
for that contract of yours.

And until I get my money back,
you ain't going nowhere.

End of story.

Oh, before I forget…

This is for your friend.

We think he'll be more comfortable
outside the Mustang.

Oh, my God!

The address is on the back of the keys.

If Suárez leaves the Mustang,

I leave, too.

You got me wet.

-Hello. Shh!
-Hi. Dora?

-Hi.
-Enrique.

-Oscar?
-Enrique.

Ah, what are you doing? What do you want?
Why are you calling?

-Stop. Stop.
-Gimme.

-Ask him what he wants.
-Shh. Hi. Who is this?

-Suárez.
-Suárez? The famous Suárez?

Girls, it's Suárez, king of the night.

Oh, Suárez!

Suck a d*ck, man.
Are you a secretary now?

If he wants to talk to my friend,
he can call.

What did she say?

She was putting the boys to bed.
She said to call back tomorrow. Ready?

GUERRERO THEATER

Ugh, it's choking me, man.

You're worse off than before a fight, huh?

Don't worry, it's fine.
No one will throw any punches here.

At most, a tomato.

I think I actually sh*t myself.

Yeah, touch it.

No, no, no, f*ck. No, come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

♪ Pío, pío, pío, pío, pío, pa ♪

♪ Spring is a happy time ♪

Excuse me, miss.

I'm looking for a bathing suit
for my girlfriend.

Of course!
So, tell me about your girlfriend.

She's like this… and this…

…and this.

Sir, I meant if you know
your girlfriend's size.

Oh, that.

Um… I think about your size.

Come this way.

We have this one-piece
with a very fun pattern.

Otherwise, we have this two-piece.

They both cost the same. 120 pesos.

Don't worry about the money.
I'm not sure about the size.

Could you try it on?

Of course. We offer a modeling service.

-Oh, perfect.
-But it's not free.

How much is it?

100 pesos, up-front.

She charges quicker than Tito Lectoure.

I'll be right back.

Wait. I want you to try on the two-piece.

Perfect. That will be another 100.

Why?

Sir, that's a whole other piece
I have to try on.

She got 200 pesos out of me in 30 seconds.

You can't fool me, this is Tito Lectoure
disguised as a woman.

♪ Pío, pío, pío, pío, pío, pa ♪

♪ Spring is a happy time ♪

♪ Pío, pío, pío, pío, pío, pa… ♪

Oscar, how's it coming?

Not ready yet. We hope to make it.

No, we don't hope. We have to make it.

If you're always singing,
it's going to be hard, no?

Tito, see this?
Everyone's gone, and I'm still training.

Come on, Oscar. You can't fool me.

You go to bed at all hours.

And on top of that, this circus
with Marcela Estevez. Are you an idiot?

WHO'S THE "NEW ARGENTINEAN"?

UNEDITED PHOTOS
"RINGO KNOCKED ME OUT"

Marcela is hot, no?

I'm not here to talk about theater.
This is about what's next.

New York just called
to offer me a fight with the Canadian.

If you win, you could think about elite.

You could be world champion.

But you have to decide.
Are you a boxer or are you an actor?

I can do both.

See how I'm jumping rope
and talking to you?

All you want is to make money.
You're not thinking about your career.

You're the one who cares about money.

It's better for you if I box
because you get your piece.

Why don't you let me do my job,
and you do yours?

It's simple.

Bonavena at the Garden,
or telling jokes with Marcela Estevez.

You choose.

Of course, Senator. I understand.

It's just a tiny group in our community.

These protests do not represent
what women think these days.

Mmm.

I won't take up
any more of your time, Senator.

You know exactly how
the Mustang Ranch works from the inside.

Yeah, you and your son Michael, right?

Yeah, he was here last week
with three of his friends.

Such a nice kid.

Keep me posted then.

Bye-bye.

I need you to stick closer to Joe.

Sister Gretzky is bad for the Ranch.

Taking her to that TV show
was a stupid idea.

I told him so.

Things will blow over in a few days.
You'll see.

Blow over?

You know what will happen
if the Christian vote prevails

in the next election, don't you?

Radio and Chief Collins.

Vinnie.

Yeah.

Where did you send those to?

You know I'm not allowed
to tell you that, Sally. Please.

Vinnie.

Tell me.

At least you have a great view.

Yeah, a view of Brymer's trailer.

Micky Diamond is not good for me, Sally.

But you won the fight.

Yeah, but I need big rivals.

In Reno…

…they lie a lot.

You have to be patient, Ringo.

You just got here.

We're looking for the right opponent,
the right arena.

Just give us some more time.

Joe and I, we don't get along.

Just forget about Joe.

You are my manager, right?

Sally, I need real fights, money…

Something.

Hey, Vinnie!

Ross.

Come on. Have a drink with me.

Ah, you know I don't drink
while I'm on the job.

You see your friend's new car?

It must have cost, what,

six, eight grand?

That's a lot of dough.

Ringo's made a lot of dough.

He's fought in the Garden
with the best of them.

Ali.

Frazier twice.

That's enough whiskey for today.

We leave early tomorrow.

Ringo's coming.

Vinnie and his big heart.

Why do you resent him so much?

Because I know what he's after.

Then pray tell.

Exactly what is it that he's after?

Hmm?

Share it with us.

It's Sally, boss.

I-- I think he's crossing a line there.

What the f*ck are you trying to say,
you g*dd*mn drunk?

Where do you get the ba*ls
to talk about Sally like that?

I'm gonna cut off that f*cking tongue
of yours and shove it up your a*s!

You lowlife piece of sh*t.

No!

Please, don't! No!

No!

Ross!

f*cking hell.

Vinnie!

Ross!

Vinnie!

Ross!

Vinnie!

Ringo! Be careful with that g*n.
You could hurt someone.

Relax.

Are you okay?

We-- we were right over here.

You got lost.

Take a breather.

Come on.

The first time
I went hunting was with my dad in a field.

He brought me a little lamb
and told me, "k*ll it."

So, I said, "Well, my dad told me to."

I hit the back of its neck with the ax,
but I missed,

and the lamb started running
in the field with its neck hanging.

I don't know if that's hunting though,
you know?

Why not?

Well, no, you got it from a corral.

It was served up to you.

I've never seen a dog
that didn't like a roast.

He doesn't have much time left.

He doesn't have much left either.

Ah. You're funny, eh?

Drink up.

No more talking. Have a beer.

Drink, drink.

Drink.

I said drink.

No, wait, no.

- f*ck, eh.
- No, bro, no.

No, no, no.

No, no. No, bro. No, not that. Not that.

Not that, Ringo. Not that.
Enough, enough, enough of that.

No, stop, stop, stop.

Stop!

"RINGO KNOCKED ME OUT"

-What the f*ck is this?
-It's just fluff.

"Fluff."

Well, I don't want my daughter
to see fluff like this, Oscar.

I mean it.

I know you. It's easy to turn you on.

But you know they say these things
to promote the show. They're lies.

Yeah, "lies," "lies,"
until one day they come true.

It's my fault for going to college.

I'm an idiot.

-Stop. Don't be like this…
-Get off. Don't touch me!

They're all wh*res.
Don't f*ck around with me, Oscar.

Why the f*ck were you there, huh?

You're a boxer.

You're not one of those idiots
that's always chasing after dancers.

Dora, money. Money.

They're paying me--
they're paying us a sh*t ton of money.

More money than they paid me to fight
Benetti, and I don't get hit. Imagine.

I don't give a sh*t.

But you give a sh*t about perfumes,
trips, clothes, right?

And?

I love perfumes, trips, clothes.

Your pay from boxing is more than enough.
What the f*ck?

-What? Nothing is enough for you.
-Nothing is enough for you.

I'm going to leave, Oscar.

I'm going to leave and you'll be sorry.

Where are you going to go?

Those pills you're taking
are frying your brain.

So? Come on, say something.

f*cking hell!

You have anger problems, you know that?

Who the f*ck is that?

I'll get it.

Lift it.