(grand orchestral fanfare playing)
♪ ♪
(door clanking and creaking)
(exhaling forcefully)
♪ ♪
REPORTER: ...in a deadly 7-Eleven robbery spree tonight.
(over TV): Two men were killed.
Three others were injured.
Authorities say this is their primary suspect.
PATRICIA: The state has mandated these sessions
because they're worried about your aggression.
They want to see that you won't cause harm to anyone.
Okay.
(grunting)
PATRICIA: And that you're still capable
of caring for your grandfather.
(indistinct newscast on TV)
KILLIAN: I am.
PATRICIA: Can we help show them that you are?
KILLIAN: Yes.
PATRICIA: It says that when you were in the hospital,
you had a violent fit
and that you became loud and abrasive for the nurses...
...and that you threatened them.
KILLIAN: I don't know anything about a violent fit.
PATRICIA: Did you tell the nurses
that you were going to "split their skulls apart
and drink their brains like soup"?
(grunting, moaning over TV)
KILLIAN: I don't like people touching me.
(distant siren wailing)
PATRICIA: Are you still having nightmares?
According to this history,
it says you suffer from migraines and nightmares.
And that you sometimes hear your mother's voice
in your head or other voices talking to you.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Do you remember Dr. Rubin?
(clamoring in distance)
You told Dr. Rubin that sometimes
you were afraid of your own thoughts.
Would you like to talk about that?
What do you want to talk about, Killian?
They make me drive six miles to get groceries
because there's no stores in my neighborhood.
And does that make you feel angry?
No grocery stores.
Just junk food.
Food that kills you.
I think they do that on purpose.
Who's "they," Killian?
♪ ♪
(grunting softly)
(exhaling forcefully)
(grunts)
♪ ♪
(grunting)
(grunting loudly)
INSTRUCTOR 1: Yeah, squeeze more. Up!
-Two more. -INSTRUCTOR 2: Crush it!
INSTRUCTOR 1: All you got. All you got.
Deep, deep, deep! One more!
-INSTRUCTOR 2: Come on. -INSTRUCTOR 1: Hustle!
INSTRUCTOR 2: Crush it. Crush it. Get up. Get up!
INSTRUCTOR 1: Break.
INSTRUCTOR 2: That's all. Nice.
MAN: Good work, baby.
-INSTRUCTOR 2: Nice, nice. -MAN: Yeah.
♪ ♪
-Great job. Next set? -Yeah.
-Another one? -Yeah, yeah.
♪ ♪
KILLIAN: Dear Brad...
(clicking, whooshing)
It's Killian again.
I've written you a few times before and haven't heard back.
Paw-Paw?
REPORTER (over TV): One woman dead.
It was the third in a string of armed robberies
this past week that has shaken local residents.
Authorities warn...
KILLIAN: I'm sure you get a lot of fan mail
and must not have seen my letters.
Anyway,
I'm leaving my phone number here in this letter
in case you'd like to call me.
We can talk about training or diet
or anything you want, really.
I saw your new magazine cover.
I think it's probably the best I've ever seen.
I think you are a great athlete,
and I admire you greatly.
I have your posters on my wall,
and I look at them every day.
I'm working hard and one day hope
to build a physique as magnificent as yours.
Please call...
or write me back.
Your number one fan...
Killian Maddox.
(grunting, moaning over TV)
(static droning over TV)
♪ ♪
(cheering and applause)
♪ ♪
BODYBUILDER: One is mine, baby, all the way.
All the way.
(indistinct chatter, laughter)
(grunts)
(coughs)
(snorting, spitting)
(coughs)
(retching)
(taps counter)
(camera shutters snapping)
HEAD JUDGE: Relax.
Side chest.
♪ ♪
Relax.
Back lat spread.
-(grunting) -(cheering and applause)
Back double bicep.
-(grunting) -(applause)
Relax.
21 and seven, switch.
(cheering and applause)
-Side chest. -(grunting)
(exhales forcefully)
Relax.
19 and 12, switch.
Back double bicep.
♪ ♪
(grunting)
Nine and seven, switch.
(cheering and applause)
Abdominals and thighs.
(applause)
(exhales forcefully)
Relax.
Thank you, gentlemen.
-(cheering and applause) -(camera shutters snapping)
♪ ♪
(cart rattling)
(quiet chatter)
(indistinct announcement over P.A.)
Sorry.
-Hi. -Hey, Charlie.
Uh, let's do four pounds of the, uh...
of the chicken breast.
(indistinct announcement over P.A.)
♪ ♪
(no audible dialogue)
♪ ♪
(indistinct announcement over P.A.)
(register beeping)
Hiya.
I work here, too.
Did I tell you that?
Monday, Wednesday, Friday, right?
That's why we never work at the same time.
Good memory.
Just a... a natural, I guess.
So, how are things?
I just had a competition, actually.
Oh, yeah?
Finished sixth.
Nice.
Oh.
No, you're right, it is.
-(laughs) -Sixth is good.
Yeah, better than seventh.
Sixth place means I can...
I can go to nationals, try for my pro card.
That's cool.
Yeah, maybe even be on one of those magazines one day.
(laughs) That would be cool.
Your total is, uh...
$174.88. Yeah.
Saw it on the screen.
Keep the change.
-(Killian laughs) -(laughing): You're funny.
(register drawer closes)
Well...
See you soon.
Yeah.
See ya.
Okay.
Okay, then.
(indistinct announcement over P.A.)
Bye.
(register beeping)
-(tires squeal) -(crashing)
(horns honking)
Sorry.
I'm sorry to do this here, uh,
at your place of employment in front of everybody,
but I was just wondering, would you...
maybe want to go out with me sometime?
(chuckling): Oh.
You don't have to.
Only if you wanted to.
You probably have a boyfriend or something.
I was just kidding anyway.
Uh, you have... have a good day.
Bye.
ANNOUNCER: 277 pounds of hardcore muscle.
From England,
(over TV): the reigning Mr. Olympia, Dorian Yates.
(cheering and applause over TV)
(narrator speaking indistinctly over TV)
NARRATOR: And we shall see what will become of his dreams.
(siren blaring over TV)
(dance music playing over TV)
WILLIAM (muffled): What's going on up there?
What are you doing?
-Sorry, Paw-Paw. -(turns volume down)
(beeping, whirring)
KILLIAN (to self): Okay, it's on.
Hello.
(voice shaking): Killian Maddox here,
current MPC competitor,
future IFBB pro champion.
The fundamentals of bodybuilding... (stammers)
(sighs)
(dog barking in distance)
Fix that.
Go.
(breathing heavily): Hi. Killian Maddox here.
Current MPC competitor, future IFBB pro champion.
The fundamentals of bodybuilding are as old as the sport itself.
For true success, one has to...
(sighs)
(calmly): Hey, guys. Killian Maddox here.
Current M... (sighs)
Here we go. Here we go.
Here we go.
♪ ♪
No.
Come on! Come on!
(voice shaking): Hey, guys.
Killian Maddox here, current IPC...
No!
There's four S's to bodybuilding.
Size, striation, symmetry and strength.
Strength is usually not something
they can test right away,
but it can be inferred.
Front lat spread.
(grunts, exhales forcefully)
2016 Grand Prix, Dayton, Ohio.
Judge told me my deltoids were too small.
These are your deltoids-- here, here.
There's three part... three parts to it.
There's the front deltoid, the front of the deltoid,
side deltoid and your rear deltoid.
When someone hears that,
uh, your deltoids are small, they're essentially saying
three muscle groups are small.
(laughs) Uh, which is, uh, quite insulting.
Also, you'll see the f... (sighs)
The best way to demonstrate the front deltoid
is probably side chest.
Back, back, back, back,
back, back, and then... (exhales forcefully)
(grunting)
(high-pitched ringing)
Oh!
♪ ♪
(breathing sharply, groaning)
(Killian continues breathing sharply, groaning)
(pained moaning)
(breathing heavily): Hey, guys.
Killian Maddox here, current MPC competitor,
future...
♪ ♪
...future IFBB pro champion.
♪ ♪
(snorting)
(grunting, sniffing)
(grunting rhythmically)
(line ringing)
MAN: George and Sons.
KILLIAN: Hi. Hello.
My name's Killian Maddox.
I'm calling on behalf of my paw-paw,
William Lattimore.
We're at 58 Tracy Lane.
MAN: Okay.
Okay, uh, you guys came out, and you-you painted the house.
I think it was a few weeks ago.
MAN (over phone): Okay, sure. What can I help you with?
Right. Uh, Paw-Paw says the paint is thin
and it needs another coat.
He also says that he's been calling you guys
to try to get you to come back out here,
but you keep blowing him off.
Okay. Yeah, he's been calling us.
Maybe you can help your paw-paw understand
the job is finished, okay?
It's done.
So we're not just gonna come back out there.
Hello?
Yeah, I-I don't think you understand what I'm saying.
My paw-paw's name is William Lattimore.
We live at 58 Tracy Lane.
The paint is thin, and it needs another coat,
so I need you guys to please come back out here now
and put another coat of paint
on my goddamn paw-paw's goddamn house.
Okay, listen, man, you don't need to raise your fucking...
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, you listen, okay?
Listen.
My paw-paw is an American war hero
who stormed the jungles of Vietnam.
Vietnam.
What have you done?
He is now old and sick.
And you will treat him with respect.
Now, I'm asking you n-nicely and in a calm voice.
Okay, you want us to come back out to the house,
you have to pay for it.
(breathing deeply)
(to self): Ten, I control my emotions.
My emotions don't control me.
Hello?
Nine, I control my emotions.
My emotions don't control me.
-Eight, I control my emotions... -What?
My emotions don't control me.
Are you at your shop right now?
I am, brother. You called us here.
I'm gonna come down there right now,
and I'm gonna split your skull open
and drink your brains like soup.
You know, why don't you fuck yourself?
(line clicks, dial tone droning)
(intense metal music blasting: "Dethroned" by Bad Omens)
They just didn't understand. It's fine.
We need to talk face-to-face. That would be better.
He's an American war hero.
I'll just make that clear.
Just make that clear.
♪ Let me take you back to when I was killed and born again ♪
♪ Woke up in the light ♪
♪ Convinced my life had made it to its end ♪
♪ Burning up beneath the sun ♪
♪ While my father drained of blood ♪
♪ If he's there, I've got a message ♪
♪ For the man that's up above ♪
-♪ Fuck... you! ♪ -(tires squealing)
(music stops)
I'm here! I'm here!
(grunts)
Cowards!
(breathing heavily)
(groans)
That's what happens!
-This is what happens! -(clattering)
(glass shattering)
American war hero!
(grunts)
(groaning)
Stormed the jungles of Vietnam!
(groaning)
This is what you get!
That is what you get!
(breathing heavily)
-(high-pitched ringing) -(groaning)
(spits)
This is what you get!
(groaning)
(groaning): This is what happens.
They did this!
(grunting)
-(engine starts) -(music resumes)
♪ Did you think you could dig deep enough to bury me? ♪
♪ It's over when I say, and you're not getting rid of me ♪
♪ So walk into my fire or step into my light ♪
♪ Either way, it's gonna burn if you don't make this right ♪
♪ Oh! ♪
♪ Shit! ♪
(horn honks)
♪ If he's home... ♪
-(grunts) -(crashing)
(music stops)
♪ ♪
(soft, rhythmic thumping)
♪ ♪
(medical monitor beeping)
(muffled, indistinct speech)
(muffled): Your blood pressure, 240/110.
Blood pressure this high is deadly, okay?
If left untreated, it could lead to aneurysm or stroke,
coronary artery disease, kidney failure, heart failure.
These drugs you're taking are powerful, and they're toxic,
and your body is beginning to shut down,
so let's try this again.
How long have you been taking steroids?
Okay, uh, well, uh...
Your bloodwork showed elevated liver enzymes.
We did a scan and found several tumors
growing on your liver.
Now, they're not cancerous, but they do need to be removed,
so what I'm gonna do is prep you for surgery this evening, and...
-No, no. -What's that?
No surgery.
Have you been listening to what I'm saying?
You need to let us help you.
You're not coming at me with a knife.
I can't have a scar.
I'm a bodybuilder.
Bodybuilders can't have scars.
♪ ♪
KILLIAN: Dear Brad...
It's Killian again.
I'm beginning to think maybe I'm being ignored.
I hope this isn't true.
I really hope not.
Do you check your mail?
I check mine daily, and you haven't written,
and you haven't called.
I know you haven't had any competitions lately,
so I know you can't be that busy.
Are you okay?
I'm worried about you.
♪ ♪
Anyway...
I was in the hospital last week.
-(snorting) -Just thought you should know.
I'm okay.
No pain, no glory, right?
In other news, I'm facing a dilemma.
It's hard to admit, but here it goes.
My legs will not grow.
(grunting loudly)
I squat heavy, I eat 6,000 calories a day,
and I keep cardio to a minimum.
But even with all the king's horses and all the king's men,
I cannot add mass to my lower half.
I have excellent genetics.
I don't know.
What am I doing wrong?
(yells)
I have so many questions.
I've attached a picture of myself to this letter
to show my progress.
As you'll see, my chest is really filling out.
♪ ♪
To conclude...
I met a girl at work.
Her name is Jessie.
We'll see where it goes.
I think you would like her.
WOMAN: And I'm thinking, "Maybe your kid is just dumb."
You see how far apart his eyes are?
KILLIAN: Hopefully one day,
you and Amanda can hang out with us.
That would be fun.
WOMAN: You've seen the car she drives.
KILLIAN: Please call or write me back.
WOMAN: You are bad!
KILLIAN: Your number one fan...
Killian Maddox.
PUNDIT (over TV): The recent spike in crimes
is the direct result of weak policies
from weak elected officials who seem perfectly happy
letting the city devolve into anarchy.
Seems like every day there's a new drug-infested...
PUNDIT 2: We are witnessing the failure
of congressional leadership...
Ugh, every night with this.
(over TV): ...needed more than ever.
Both of them.
(sighs)
Pointing fingers, talking shit.
It takes a goddamn backbone to get through this life.
Yes, sir.
Nobody's gonna give you anything.
You earn it. That's how it works.
Crying that the world ain't fair.
Well, it ain't fair. It ain't supposed to be fair.
(grunting)
You got some folks who notice
and folks who don't notice, see?
See, that's the good quality about you.
You don't go around blaming the world
for being what it is.
-No. -No, you don't.
And I'm proud of you for it.
You got the heart of a champion.
Pick up the weights, put 'em down,
do it again.
Everything else is a fairy tale.
They'll kick me down and kick me down and kick me down.
Yeah.
I always get back up.
Always get back up.
(phone ringing)
Hmm?
What are you giving it to me for?
They're not calling for me.
Are you done?
Yeah, I'm done.
I'm done.
Hello. This is William.
Hmm?
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
He-he's here. (chuckles)
Somewhere. (laughs)
Huh?
Oh, oh, oh, okay.
Y-Yeah, just... just a second.
(clears throat)
It's a lady.
Who?
It's a young lady.
Hello?
WOMAN (over phone): Hello.
Hi. Yes, this is Killian Maddox speaking.
Yeah. It's Jessie.
I asked the shift manager for your number,
and this is the one he gave me.
Is that okay?
KILLIAN: Who is this?
JESSIE: It's Jessie from Super A.
KILLIAN: Um...
I-I didn't know you, uh...
So, anyway, I thought about what you said,
and yeah, I think it'd be fun to go out sometime.
KILLIAN: Oh. 'Kay.
Really?
JESSIE: Only if you still want to.
Yes.
Uh, I-I do.
Do you still want to?
JESSIE: You don't sound excited.
I am.
Uh, I am excited.
This is...
this is what I sound like when I'm excited.
(takes deep breath)
Uh, this makes me very happy.
♪ ♪
So, uh, how about tonight?
JESSIE: Oh, like now?
KILLIAN: Yeah.
We could go to the Backwood Inn.
JESSIE (laughing): Slow down, cowboy.
How about Thursday?
KILLIAN: Yeah, Thursday, Thursday's good.
I love Thursdays. Thurs...
Thursdays are my favorite day of the week.
Uh, SmackDown! used to come on Thursday,
the wrestling stuff,
when it was WWF with the Undertaker and Kane
and, uh, The Rock
and Sting and-and nWo.
Yeah, yes, Thursday works.
Thursday's good for me.
JESSIE: Okay, Thursday it is.
KILLIAN: Jessie?
JESSIE: Yes, Killian?
This makes me very happy.
("Demolisher" by Slaughter to Prevail playing)
♪ Look into my eyes and see in them your worth reflection ♪
♪ Tearing all the templates invented in tranquility ♪
♪ Our highest goal is slaughtering by domination ♪
♪ New step, spit on what you call morality ♪
♪ Paradox stepping up the brink of fucking social ♪
♪ Too isolated from society ♪
♪ In our hearts lies the secret formula of life ♪
♪ Grin so they think you're fucking fine, man ♪
♪ Just throw your eyes away ♪
♪ And see the pain ♪
♪ You look at me and you're feeling ♪
♪ All your pathetic fears ♪
♪ You just have... ♪
-(engine shuts off) -(music stops)
(playing over speakers): ♪ I wish for you ♪
(lively chatter)
♪ A kiss for you... ♪
JESSIE (chuckling): Sorry. I hope I'm not too late.
KILLIAN: Uh, no.
Not-not-not at all. Thank you for coming.
(laughs)
You look handsome.
Oh, my...
What happened?
♪ The only girl that I dream of... ♪
I was in a car accident.
-Oh, my goodness. -Uh...
-Was it bad? -I-I'm okay.
I was, uh... I was wearing my seat belt.
(both laugh)
Uh, yeah, my dad always said, "Wear your seat belt," so...
Thanks, Dad.
(laughs)
My dad's the exact same way.
Like, the exact same way.
Speaking of my dad,
I kind of maybe told him about you
and about our date.
-Really? -Yeah.
-Is that embarrassing? -No.
I'm embarrassed.
No. No, not at... not at all.
D-Don't be. I'm...
You're making me blush.
You can't see it, but I am.
(Jessie laughs)
You can blush all you want.
You have a nice blush.
Well, since we're clearing the air, I...
Truth is, I come to the market
when I know you're working just so I can see you.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
And I've been meaning to ask you out
for a-a long time now.
I always thought you were checking me out.
I always thought you were handsome, but I'm...
really shy.
I'm shy, too.
I can see that.
I like it.
I, uh... I...
I told my dad about tonight.
Shut up. Really?
No, I'm kidding about that one.
-(laughing) -No, I'm just...
I'm just kidding about that one.
(laughing): Oh, no.
My dad's dead.
(continues laughing)
You're a funny one.
Oh. I...
My mom's dead, too, actually.
You remind me of her a little.
Someone killed her.
My dad did.
He shot her, and then he shot himself.
That's why they're both dead.
Oh, my God.
It's okay.
I live with my paw-paw now.
WAITRESS: Hey, y'all. Good evening.
Can I start y'all off with something to drink?
Um, I actually think we're ready to order.
WAITRESS: All right.
I'll do the six-ounce sirloin, medium rare,
no fries.
And I'll also do the chicken tender salad, charbroiled.
If Luis is in the back, just ask him.
-WAITRESS: Uh... -He knows how I like it.
And does the glaze on the salmon contain sugar?
WAITRESS: Um, I'm actually not sure,
-but I can check for you. -KILLIAN: I can never remember.
Uh, actually, no, don't worry about it.
Uh, I'm pretty sure it does.
I'll take the salmon.
You guys can hold the glaze.
WAITRESS: All right. Will that be all?
KILLIAN: You know, let's trade out the steaks.
I'll do the porterhouse, 20-ounce, still medium rare.
And what is your soup of the day?
WAITRESS: It's cream of mushroom.
Yeah, no, that... that's not gonna work.
Let's do two baked potatoes, no sour cream,
light bacon, please.
WAITRESS: Okay, got it.
And would you be able to do a side of chicken breast?
Just chicken breast, plain, nothing on it.
Uh, yeah. Yeah, sure.
KILLIAN: And a Diet Coke.
And could you top the water off, please?
-Sure. And for you? -KILLIAN: Thank you.
I'll do the...
shrimp salad, I think.
WAITRESS: All righty.
Thanks.
I'm sorry. I'll just hold on to that, if that's okay.
-WAITRESS: Sure. -Thank you.
I'm sorry about what I said earlier.
-No, I-I... It's... -I shouldn't have said it.
-It was stupid. -It's okay.
(chuckles)
I just... I can't believe that you eat so much food.
Well, if you think that's a lot of food,
you should see how much Brad Vanderhorn eats.
Oh, yeah?
Is he your friend?
Yeah. Sort of.
Does he work at Super A, too?
Wait, what?
Your friend.
-Um... -Wait.
What is it?
What, you don't know who Brad Vanderhorn is?
-No. -Two-time IFBB pro?
-No, I'm sorry. -He won the Arnold Classic.
Mr. Olympia 2015 runner-up.
He's been on the cover of Muscle and Fitness,
Flex,
Men's Health twice.
-I'm sorry. I, uh... -Really?
-No? -I-I don't...
-Really? -(chuckles): I'm sorry.
Oh, geez, you...
you really should get out more. (chuckles)
Anyways, yeah, I've been writing him.
He hasn't written me back yet, but he's probably just busy.
-Oh. -Do you feel like
the customers at work just walk by you
like you're not even there?
Sometimes, yeah, I think...
Like they think they're better than you
or cooler than you or whatever?
It's really hot in here.
-I'm gonna show 'em. -It's hot.
I've got nationals in ten days.
I'm gonna place and get my pro card.
Then I bet they won't just walk by me.
So, what kind of music do you like?
I want to be Mr. Olympia one day.
I won't let anything stop me from accomplishing this goal.
I've been training for this competition
every moment of my entire life.
2016 Grand Prix, Dayton, Ohio,
judge told me I had small deltoids,
said they needed work, so what'd I do?
I worked them day and night till they were perfect.
No sport on the earth requires as much time,
energy and commitment.
24 hours a day.
There's no days off. There's no missing meals.
There's no missing sleep. There's no missing workouts.
You can't do this at 90% or even 99%.
Take it from me, if you're not 100%,
you will never be successful.
You got to burn the boats and burn the bridges
and commit all energy and focus to being
the greatest bodybuilder on the entire planet.
The body, it's not used to the ninth
or tenth or eleventh or twelfth rep.
No, you've got to go through this pain barrier
and just go on and on and on and on.
And it's these last two, three or four repetitions,
that's what makes the muscle grow,
and that's what separates one from being a champion,
one from not being a champion.
This is what most people lack-- the guts.
The guts to just go in there and say,
"I don't care what happens.
If I fall, I have no fear."
I've thrown up many times while working out,
but it doesn't matter.
It's all worth it.
Jump in the trenches, face the enemy.
This is the most important thing I will ever do.
You have to do something big and important,
or no one will remember you when you're dead.
They're gonna put a picture of me
on the cover of the magazines,
and then everybody will know Killian Maddox was here.
I'm sorry. I have to go to the bathroom.
♪ Know I'll be back ♪
♪ Same time tomorrow, Jack ♪
♪ Just trying to drink her away... ♪
Hi. Um...
your friend, she wanted me to tell you
that she had to leave.
Jessie?
Yeah, she said that she had a family emergency
and that she had to leave
and that she's sorry.
Very sorry.
When?
Uh, about ten minutes ago.
That's right.
She did say that. She did say she had to go.
She had a family emergency.
I must have forgotten. Thank you for reminding me.
Sure. Um, can I wrap this up for you?
Yes, please.
Okay.
Actually, you can leave it.
Okay.
And I'd like to place another order.
GROUP (in distance): ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
♪ Happy birthday... ♪
♪ ♪
KILLIAN: Dear Brad...
I see you won your last competition.
Congratulations.
I have one coming up.
Please, wish me luck.
If you're not going to write me back,
just let me know, okay?
I don't like having my time wasted.
Speaking of wasted time,
the date with Jessie was...
very bad.
I don't know what went wrong.
I just tried to be honest with her.
There are thoughts in my head I have no one to talk to about.
Please write or call me back.
Your number one fan, Killian Maddox.
♪ ♪
(indistinct police radio chatter)
(siren whooping)
(police radio chatter continues)
(breathing heavily)
(siren wailing in distance)
(sighs)
(dog barking in distance)
♪ ♪
(breathing heavily)
KILLIAN: Fuck 'em! Fuck 'em!
Fuck 'em! Fuck you!
(Killian grunting rhythmically)
(grunting continues)
(cheering and applause over TV)
ANNOUNCER (over TV): In first place
for the second year in a row...
from England...
-Dorian Yates. -(cheering continues)
The first presentation, the champion...
(Tv playing indistinctly)
Hey, Paw-Paw.
All right, I'm off to the competition now.
I'm gonna make you proud today. I promise.
WILLIAM: I'm already proud of you.
Drink your water.
I love you.
(birds chirping)
(grunts)
You Killian Maddox?
Yes. Who's asking?
-Come on, fucker! -Get him out!
-(grunting) -Get him out his fucking car.
Get him out.
Bring him up. Bring him back here.
Come on.
Hit him! Hit him!
Hit him!
-(groaning) -Get him up!
Huh? What? You think you can trash my uncle's shop?
Get him up!
(grunting and groaning)
-(pipe clangs) -(groaning)
Paw-Paw!
-Stay inside, Paw-Paw! -Get him up!
-Hit him! -(pipe clanging)
-(groaning) -Come on.
Pull him up. Pull him up.
That'll do.
(grunting continues)
Go, go, go!
Go!
What do you got now, you fucking ape?
(spits)
(engine revving)
(tires squealing)
(Killian groaning)
(pained grunting)
(whimpers)
(grunting)
♪ ♪
(engine revs, tires squeal)
(groaning, panting)
-(tires squealing) -(groaning)
(horn honking)
(tires screeching)
♪ ♪
Killian Maddox here!
(groaning, breathing heavily)
Killian Maddox here.
Killian Maddox is here.
I'm here.
Sir?
Oh, my God.
Are-are you okay?
-Okay, I'm gonna get you... -Don't touch me. Don't-don't!
-(yells) -(people gasping, chattering)
I'm all right. Don't touch me.
Hey, maybe we should get you a doctor?
I'm okay. I'm okay.
(grunting, yelling)
Have they... have they called Maddox's name?
ANNOUNCER (over P.A.): Killian Maddox to the stage.
(grunting, panting)
Me! Me.
-Me. (grunts) -(bell ringing)
(cheering and applause)
Stage? Thank you.
Maddox. Killian Maddox.
(cheering and applause continue)
-(crowd gasping) -(camera shutters clicking)
Killian Maddox.
♪ ♪
(crowd murmuring)
-(grunting, breathing sharply) -(crowd gasping)
(grunts)
-(stomps, grunts) -(crowd gasping)
(grunting)
♪ ♪
(muttering)
(grunts)
(breathes sharply, grunts)
-(water splashing) -(Killian groaning)
(yelling)
(breathing deeply)
(typing)
♪ ♪
KILLIAN (on video): Killian Maddox.
(Killian grunting, panting on video)
(camera shutters clicking on video)
(Killian breathing sharply, grunting on video)
(thudding on video)
(crowd gasping, murmuring on video)
-(taps button) -(video stops)
(breathing deeply)
("Mon coeur s'ouvre à ta voix" from Samson & Delilah playing)
(grunting angrily)
(aria continues with operatic singing in French)
(clattering)
WILLIAM: You lost your mind or something?
What the hell are you doing?
Whatever it is, stop it. You hear me?
Paw-Paw, go back to sleep, okay?
♪ ♪
(shouting indistinctly)
(yells)
(yelling)
♪ ♪
(grunting)
(yells)
(deep, shuddering breaths)
(whimpers, breath trembling)
(aria ends)
PATRICIA: Were you in a fight?
You can be honest with me. You won't get in trouble.
It's safe here.
KILLIAN: There wasn't a fight.
How are you doing, Killian?
I'd have to say...
...things are going very well for me.
They're-they're gonna put me on the cover of a magazine.
They came by my house and took pictures and stuff.
I'll bring you a copy.
I would love that.
My paw-paw is very proud of me.
I'm sure he is.
And how are things progressing with the young lady from work?
She's my girlfriend now.
She likes me a lot.
(chuckling)
She laughs at everything I say.
And she really understands me.
I'm happy that she brings you joy.
It is important that you find people
that you can make an emotional bond with.
I mean, yeah. (chuckles softly)
That's why I say, I mean, things are going...
...going really good.
♪ ♪
(wind whistling)
♪ ♪
Hey, you in pain, playboy? I got your medicine.
Black pussy, white pussy, Asian pussy, tranny pussy.
Let my bitches mend your broken heart, nigga.
Come on, man.
♪ ♪
You from around here?
Is it okay if I don't tell you?
(woman chuckles)
Shy boy.
Want to hang out?
You gonna take your clothes off?
Yeah.
Okay.
Okay. Okay.
Uh, hold on.
(sighs)
(chuckles softly)
CARTOON VOICE 1 (over TV): Shall we give him a chance
-to really prove it Sunday? -CARTOON VOICE 2: Aye?
(door rattles, creaks)
Do you like my body?
Yes, I do.
What's your favorite part?
WOMAN: Hmm.
I like all of it.
I like your big arms.
You like my deltoids?
I don't know what that is.
These.
Mm. Yeah, I do.
You don't think they're too small?
(chuckles softly)
I think they're perfect.
Judges always say they're too small.
Well, the judges are wrong.
Think they're liars? (chuckles softly)
Everyone's a liar.
Do you want to fuck me?
Just give me a minute.
Let me help you.
(slapping)
You're... you're so pretty.
Yeah? Really?
You think so?
-Yeah. -Mm.
Very pretty face.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Do you have a boyfriend?
You're my boyfriend now.
Come fuck me, baby.
No kissing.
-Okay. -Damn, nigga.
-KILLIAN: I was just... -(sighs)
I was just trying to make it sexy. I'm sorry.
Okay, but no kissing.
-Let me help... -I'm sorry. No. Okay, uh...
I don't want to do this anymore.
You don't even like me.
I'm sick.
I have a sickness in me.
It's okay.
(inhales deeply)
(relaxing music playing over speakers)
MANAGER: Killian.
When you're done with your customer,
can I see you in my office for a minute?
Yes, sir.
MANAGER: What's up with you, brother?
Huh?
Week and a half, I don't hear from you.
You don't pick up your phone. You don't call me back.
And then you show up to work looking like this?
What happened to your face?
Okay. Well...
I can't have you no-show like that, man,
so I'm sorry, but I got to let you go.
Okay, I'm sorry.
I said I'm sorry, okay?
-I need another chance. -Another chance?
Killian, I've given you plenty of chances.
Look, I mean, that time you tore a tendon in-in your elbow,
three weeks off, no questions asked, right?
I got customers complaining about you.
I got other employees saying you make them uncomfortable.
I can't have you here, Killian.
It's my bicep.
What?
I tore a tendon in my bicep.
Okay, look, I'm gonna pay you to the end of the week,
but then you got to go, Killian.
I'm sorry, man.
How am I supposed to take care of my paw-paw?
I don't know what to tell you, dude.
Look, you freak people out. You...
I'm a good worker.
Oh, come on.
I lend my name and likeness to your organization
and bring publicity.
Your name and likeness?
What the hell is the matter with you, son?
Killian, nobody knows who you are.
Nobody.
Your mouth is bleeding. Clean yourself up.
Be very careful...
how you speak to me.
♪ ♪
(breathing heavily)
("Orphans in the Storm" by Maggie Lewis Warwick playing)
-(door bangs open) -(entry bell chimes)
(door creaks shut)
(quiet chatter)
♪ When you called my name ♪
♪ I was in control ♪
♪ And he said, "I will not leave you ♪
♪ I will not leave you..." ♪
Uh, yeah, Coke, orange, and two waters, please.
-Mm-hmm. -Thank you.
♪ "My arm is mighty ♪
♪ I will reach down and save you..." ♪
KILLIAN: Yeah.
(belches)
KEN: He's a little crazy, isn't he?
I feel like this kid's out of control, is what I think.
(laughter)
♪ Nowhere to sleep ♪
♪ Nothing to eat ♪
You remember me?
♪ Selling their souls...
Yes, I think you do.
♪ And a morsel of grain ♪
♪ When they could live like princes... ♪
Not so tough anymore, are you, without your friends?
Not so tough at all.
Okay.
Made your point.
Leave us alone, please.
Your dad beat me up.
-He hit me with a pipe. -Don't talk to him.
-I don't... -KILLIAN: He busted my head,
-he kicked me, called me an ape. -(child crying)
He's not so tough now.
KEN: You said your piece. We're good.
I bet if I took a knife and I stuck it in your belly,
you'd cry for your mommy, wouldn't you?
That's enough.
Please, I'm with my family.
-You're with your family? -I'm with my family.
I'm an only child.
My mom and dad are dead.
I live with my paw-paw now.
I know that.
Yeah, I know you know that.
Whose is this?
KEN: Soda.
Whose is this?
KEN: It's my son's. Why?
-Hey, listen to me. -KEN: Hey, hey, hey.
KILLIAN: You sit-sit down! Sit down!
KEN: Okay.
Sit down.
KEN: I'm sitting.
Hey.
Don't drink this, okay?
(breath trembling)
It'll make you fat.
Yeah.
Nobody will like you if you're fat.
(boy crying)
You understand?
(footsteps receding)
(groans)
(children whimpering)
KEN: It's okay. It's okay. Here we go.
I'll get you another soda, okay?
You'll still get your hamburger and your pancakes, all right?
(loudly): Ah.
Don't look over here!
What's your... what is your problem, man?
That's enough!
Shut up!
MAN: Somebody call the cops.
S-Somebody call the cops!
Call them. Call them.
(crying)
You know what? That's enough. Just leave!
-(patrons gasping) -(clattering)
Oh!
(laughing)
-(chair drags) -(grunts)
(clattering)
(whimpering)
Fat.
Bald.
Fat.
Coward.
Ugly.
Short.
Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.
KILLIAN: Call the cops!
Six-foot-one Black man,
unarmed,
-unarmed, Killian Maddox. -(door opens)
-Six-one, 245 pounds. -(door closes)
African American, Black,
Negro, nigga.
♪ ♪
(grunts)
Ooh...
-There are consequences, really. -(sirens wailing)
(grunting)
(window shatters)
-Don't move! Stay right there! -(Killian screaming)
-Hands up! -Hey! Hey!
-You need to calm the fuck down! -Let me see your fucking hands!
-Turn around! -Move away from the car!
-Let's see those hands. -KILLIAN: Okay.
-Move away from the car! -Stay where you are.
-Let me see your hands! -KILLIAN: I'm just tired.
-Hands up. -Stay where you are.
KILLIAN: I'm just tired, okay? I'm sick. I'm sick.
Keep your hands where we can see them.
-Okay, I get it. I'm sick. -(officers shouting)
-I'm sick! I'm sick! (grunting) -(shouting continues)
-(screaming) -Stop resisting!
(groaning, yelling)
(indistinct police radio chatter)
OFFICER: Hey, asshole!
(screaming)
Get off of me!
(grunting)
OFFICER: Calm down.
He's gone limp. Roll him over.
-Roll him over. -Oh, shit!
Fucking guy's having a heart attack.
Get him into custody. Get him into custody.
-(grunting) -Hey, don't you die, fucker.
Disorderly conduct.
Public intoxication.
Resisting arrest.
Killian, these are all very serious charges.
And you owe $1,200 to the woman whose car you damaged.
Have you thought about how you're gonna pay for this?
Patricia...
I want to thank you for your time.
And for trying so hard.
(door opens)
♪ ♪
(engine starts)
(engine shuts off)
(imitates gunshot)
♪ The beast in me ♪
("The Beast in Me" by Nick Lowe playing)
♪ Is caged by frail and fragile bars ♪
♪ Restless by day and by night ♪
♪ Rants and rages at the stars ♪
♪ God help ♪
♪ The beast in me ♪
♪ Has had to learn to live with pain ♪
♪ And how to shelter from the rain ♪
♪ And in the twinkling of an eye... ♪
NARRATOR (over TV): In firing, the trigger is squeezed,
allowing the hammer to rotate forward,
striking the firing pin...
(snorting)
♪ The beast in me ♪
(narration continues indistinctly over TV)
♪ Sometimes ♪
♪ It tries to kid me ♪
♪ That it's just a teddy bear ♪
♪ Or even somehow manage ♪
♪ To vanish in the air ♪
♪ Then that is when I must beware ♪
♪ Of the beast in me ♪
♪ That everybody knows ♪
♪ They've seen him out dressed in my clothes ♪
♪ Patently unclear ♪
♪ If it's New York ♪
♪ Or New Year ♪
(lively chatter)
♪ God help ♪
♪ The beast in me ♪
-♪ The beast in me. -(song ends)
("Glósóli" by Sigur Rós playing, singing in Icelandic)
♪ ♪
(music fades)
(wind howling)
(sighs)
(phone ringing)
(phone continues ringing)
Yes?
MAN (over phone): Hello. Is this, uh, Killian?
Yes.
(mispronounces): Killian "Mad-dox"?
(correcting pronunciation): Maddox.
Yes, this is he.
MAN (correct pronunciation): Killian Maddox.
It's Brad.
Vanderhorn.
The bodybuilder.
I got your letters.
Yes.
This is Killian Maddox.
Hey, I got a little gig in your area next week.
I thought maybe you'd like to drop by.
You can come backstage, say, "What's up?"
Hello?
Killian?
Hello?
Yes.
I'd like that.
♪ ♪
(camera shutters snapping)
♪ ♪
(quiet chatter)
PHOTOGRAPHER: I think we got it.
BRAD: I like that. Oh.
Killian.
Hi.
All right.
(quiet chatter)
Thanks, guys. Appreciate it. I'll see you tomorrow.
Thanks for coming, man.
Look at you.
Look at those shoulders. (chuckles): Wow.
You look great. You look just like your photo.
(Brad chuckles)
Thank you.
Mm.
That was a very good show.
-You're very good. -Oh, thanks.
Appreciate that.
Your abs look even better than before.
(Brad chuckles)
My babies? (laughs)
Want to touch 'em?
It's okay.
It's all right. You can touch.
It's all right.
♪ ♪
They're perfect. (chuckles softly)
You're funny. (chuckles)
(sniffs)
So... you're my number one fan, huh?
Yes.
(both chuckling)
(cell phone ringtone playing)
(grunting)
BRAD: Hey, honey.
Yeah, the... flight got canceled.
First thing in the morning.
Tell them I miss them, all right?
Tuck them into bed for me.
I don't like being away from you, either.
(pants zipping)
No, they're taking really good care of me here.
Yeah, maybe on the next trip.
I love you, too.
I'll see you soon.
-(indistinct chatter) -(traffic rumbling)
♪ ♪
(line ringing)
BRAD (on voicemail): Hi. You've reached Brad.
I'm probably at the gym right now.
Drop me a line, and I'll get back to you.
(line beeps)
KILLIAN: Hey, Brad, it's me.
I got your number from the, um, league directory.
I hope that's okay.
Um...
could you please just call me back?
Sorry for all the messages.
And I know you're super busy.
Um, but yeah, please, uh, just call me back,
because...
I'm-I'm asking nicely.
I'm... I'm not raising my voice at all.
And, um...
uh, honestly,
when you don't call me back,
it hurts my feelings.
♪ ♪
And I just wanted to be friends.
And you did those things to me,
so, um...
I would appreciate it if you called me back.
Okay?
It's Killian Maddox, by the way.
Okay.
Thank you.
("Blue Light" playing)
♪ There's a blue light ♪
♪ In my best friend's room ♪
♪ There's a blue light in his eyes ♪
(quiet chatter, laughter)
♪ There's a blue light ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ I want to see it ♪
♪ Shine... ♪
Bring that shit my way.
Jenna, can I have another one, please?
Thank you, sweetie.
(sniffs)
Hey, you got a light, big man?
Hey. You got a light?
What, me?
Do you have a lighter?
No.
Women, man.
You know? (laughs)
Every single one. (laughs)
Am I right?
(laughing): Fuck.
Hey. (sniffs)
You want to do a bump?
Would you like to do a bump with me?
Come on.
Come on. Let's do a bump. Come on.
Come on, man.
Jenna, we're gonna be back. Come on.
I want to show you something.
(laughs)
Come on. Come on.
♪ Crashing me by. ♪
(applause)
(snorting)
But it's all bullshit, man, you know?
Oh, thank you.
You're watching the news. You're watching television.
You're being pumped full of fear all the time.
There's wildfires.
There's terrorism.
There's fucking murder.
Cut to commercial.
"Here, beta males, buy this car, or the girl won't fuck you."
You know, "Buy this home security system,
or your family will be raped."
They will. (snorts)
Meanwhile, the Muslims are trying to kill you.
And so are the Blacks, especially the Blacks.
No offense.
What would be the point of being on the mountaintop
if you've got no one in the valley to look down on?
I know you know what I mean. (snorts)
"Look down on."
Yes.
For why? "Oh, we got the monster.
"We threw him in prison. You're safe now.
Come on down and buy yourself a new Ford fucking truck."
(snorts) They can bomb the entirety of the Middle East,
and yet I drive on a suspended license
and I go to jail, and we just accept this.
We just accept this year after year.
No.
It's time.
Time for the people to rise up.
Make them feel the pain that we feel.
Give them a taste of their own shit for once.
I have a gun.
I could shoot 'em, if you'd like.
(laughing): You have a gun?
I'm sorry, that's...
Yeah. Yeah. Okay, yeah.
Go on out there and splatter their brains
all over the dance floor, please.
(sniffing)
They'll be missed.
Bang, bang!
Yes.
(mocking): "Yes."
You're a lot of fun.
(laughing): You're all right, man.
You're all right. (snorts)
You're kind. (laughs)
(sniffing)
(snorts)
(line ringing)
BRAD (on voicemail): Hi. You've reached Brad.
I'm probably at the gym right now.
Drop me a line, and I'll get back to you.
(line beeps)
KILLIAN: Hey, Brad?
It's-it's me again.
And, uh...
I'm going to kill someone,
and then I'm going to kill myself.
-(brakes squeak) -(engine shuts off)
(car door opens, closes)
(sighs)
(toilet seat clunks)
(urinating)
(toilet flushes)
KILLIAN: If you scream, I'll shoot you dead.
I-I don't have any money.
I'm not here for your money.
Do you remember me?
Uh, uh, no.
Look at me.
(shuddering breaths)
2016, Dayton, Ohio, Grand Prix.
You were the judge.
You remember me now?
I-I judge... I judge a lot of competitions.
You didn't like my hamstrings
or my deltoids.
That was a mean thing to say.
(whimpering): I-I... I'm-I'm sorry.
I... I'll write a letter to the...
to the commissioner, put in a good word for you.
It's too late for all that.
(sobbing): Oh, no...
You're on the mountaintop... looking down on me.
No, no, I'm not.
-Yes, you are. -(sobs)
Take off your clothes.
(grunts softly)
-Your clothes, take them off. -Okay, okay.
Slowly.
Slowly, like you mean it.
(panting)
Pants.
Slowly, or I'll shoot you in the belly.
-(gun cocks) -Okay! Okay. Okay.
(man whimpering)
("Because the Night" by Patti Smith Group playing)
(music volume increases)
-♪ Take me now, baby ♪ -MAN (crying): No.
♪ Here as I am ♪
♪ Pull me close, try and understand ♪
Don't. Don't.
♪ Desire is hunger ♪
-♪ Is the fire I breathe ♪ -Don't.
♪ Love is a banquet on which we feed ♪
♪ Come on now, try and understand ♪
♪ The way I feel when I'm in your hands ♪
♪ Take my hand, come undercover ♪
Front lat spread.
♪ They can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now... ♪
Front lat spread!
Okay. Okay.
♪ Because the night belongs to lovers ♪
Double front bicep.
♪ Because the night belongs to lust ♪
♪ Because the night belongs... ♪
Rear lat spread.
♪ Because the night belongs to us ♪
(sobbing)
♪ Have I doubt when I'm alone... ♪
-KILLIAN: Come on! -(sobbing): No.
Ugly.
♪ Love is an angel disguised as lust... ♪
Dumb.
-Gorilla. -(man sobbing)
♪ Come on now... ♪
Try a tricep.
(sobbing)
-Chest up. -(grunts)
Chest up!
Shoulders back.
Squeeze! Squeeze!
(strained grunting)
(man sobbing)
Now look at me.
♪ Because the night... ♪
Smile.
Squeeze and smile!
(strained grunting)
Smile. Smile!
-(grunting) -That's it!
Do you see me now?
-Yes. -You do?
Yes. Yes, I do.
You see what I've become?
Please, please don't. Don't.
On your knees.
♪ The vicious circle turns and burns ♪
♪ Without you I cannot live, forgive ♪
♪ The yearning burning ♪
Who's on the mountaintop now?
♪ I believe it's time, too real to feel ♪
♪ So touch me now... ♪
(sobbing): Don't kill me. Don't kill me.
Who's on the mountaintop now?
You are!
♪ Because the night belongs to lovers... ♪
No, no, no!
(door opens, slams shut)
♪ Because the night. ♪
(song ends)
(vehicles whooshing past)
(whooshing continues, muffled and distorted)
(horn blaring)
(rain pattering)
("The Beatitudes" by Conspirare and Craig Hella Johnson playing)
(song continues with operatic singing)
♪ ♪
(spraying continues)
(spray can rattling)
Paw-Paw?
I'm headed out for a bit.
♪ ♪
(cheering and applause)
♪ ♪
(crowd cheering)
♪ ♪
(cheering and applause continue)
♪ ♪
(music stops)
(muffled, distorted gunshots)
(distorted yelling)
♪ ♪
-(rock music playing) -(cheering and applause)
(indistinct announcement over P.A.)
♪ ♪
-(music stops) -(cheering fades)
(door creaking open)
(door closes)
(clock ticking)
(breath trembling)
(sobbing)
(sobbing continues)
Okay.
It's all right.
It's okay.
-It's all right. -Yes, sir.
You got me. I got you.
Yes, sir.
Okay.
It's okay.
♪ ♪
(birds chirping)
KILLIAN: Dear Brad...
This will be my final letter to you.
Listen up.
You might just learn a thing or two.
You have to do something big and important...
(train whistle blows)
...or nobody will remember you when you're dead.
It's sad to say, but that's just how it is.
(toilet flushes)
The only thing that matters in a man's life...
-...is how he'll be remembered. -(camera beeps, shutter snaps)
♪ ♪
When I close my eyes and dream...
...I'll tell you what I see.
From the king of China
to the little boy
without a friend in the whole galaxy...
...there will come a day...
...when the entire world...
...knows my name.
♪ ♪
(cheering and applause)
They're going to put my face on the magazines...
...and everybody will know I was here.
(cheering and applause continue)
Signing off.
Killian...
...Maddox.
(cheering and applause fade)
(crickets chirping)
(train whistle blowing in distance)
♪ ♪
(music fades)