Atlas King

- Let's go! - Come on!

- Let's move! Get him!

-That's it, man! -Go, go, go, go!

Come on! Come on!

Stand up, you sucker!

Come on!

Let's go!

Ahh!

Atlas King!

Bender.

Didn't think I'd be seeing you again.

-Wish it were under better circumstances, brother.

-So tell me what happened with Dutch.

You sure there was no foul play?

It was suicide.

The fight venue's been losing money.

He's in a lot of debt.

Who found him?

Tommy.

Kid wouldn't let anybody near his father.

Penelope finally talked some sense into him.

You still with Penny?

Some things last, my friend.

Come on. She'll be happy to see you.

-I thought I'd see you one last time, my friend.

Hey, Atlas.

Good to see you, Penny.

I came back as soon as I heard.

-Demons he was fighting finally got the better of him.

We have a room made up for you.

You're not staying in some hotel across town.

-I'm only staying for the funeral.

No. It's not that easy.

You don't get to just walk out on us again.

Come on, Penny.

That wasn't my choice, and you know it.

Dutch saved my life by ordering me to leave town.

Also stopped the heat coming down on everyone else.

And look where it got him.

Penelope, just let it go.

Please stay out of this.

My father could have used your help these last few years.

If he'd had you with him, he would still be here.

-All he had to do was reach out,

and I would have come back.

-Well, he's reached out now, hasn't he?

With Dutch gone, there's blood in the water.

Men are already feeding on scraps,

and the vulture in the city is circling,

waiting to take what's left of his territory.

Tommy's caught in the middle.

If somebody doesn't pull him out,

he's going to end up just like our old man.

Dutch brought you the fuck home for a reason.

He needed Atlas King, the fucking Mad Dog,

to come back and clean up this shit up.

So don't you tell me

that you are just here for the funeral!

Is that the man you are?

I'm gonna go check on the guests,

or I'll never hear the end of it.

I see why you're still with her.

Where's Tommy?

He's down at the docks.

Let's go get him.

Come on!

Get him, Tommy!

You fucking?

Go! Get the motherfucker!

Yeah!

Come on, yeah!

That's it! Yeah!

-What the fuck is Tommy doing,

fighting my guy tonight?

I didn't sanction this.

Ain't that nigga supposed to be burying his father?

He's a fucking wild man.

He's just letting off steam.

-Get him! -Let's go, hey!

Chill your ass out.

-Come on! Fuck off, fucker!

Let's go!

Everybody get out.

Everybody get the fuck out!

Let's go!

Stopped by the funeral to pay my respects,

and they said you weren't around, so...

-No matter how much my father paid,

you never let him get out from under it.

-Oh, don't try laying your father's death at my feet.

-You may not have pulled the trigger,

but you handed him the gun.

Now let me ask you this.

Dutch think all would be forgiven

once he took the cowardly way out?

I'm just--

Easy there, doggie.

Easy.

He owed me 200 grand,

plus the vig.

And that meter's been running a awful long time, cuz.

Hmm. So here's what's up.

Since he couldn't pay me,

you, you're a fighter, you aint no businessman.

You gonna sign over the fight venue to me,

and I'll let you bury your father.

-First chance I get, I'm gonna fucking kill you.

So you might as well pull that trigger.

-Well you heard the man. Shoot this motherfucker.

- Looks like we're late for the party.

Lower the fucking piece

and step the fuck back, you cunt!

Or we can all go together.

Good to see you, kid.

-Weren't you supposed to have run off somewhere

in the world where nobody gives a shit about?

Ten years is a long time, Clay.

Well, rules is rules, cuz.

You are off limits in this city, Atlas.

And now that Dutch is gone,

ain't got nobody to protect your ass.

-I ran the fight venue with Dutch.

We were 50/50 on it.

So if there's a debt, then it's on me too.

So let's make a deal.

We're gonna end it right here, right now.

You always had a loud bark.

And look where that got your ass.

-Which one should I shoot first, boss?

Pick one of these motherfuckers!

I've waited ten years to get my hands on your ass.

I can wait a little longer.

You kick in fifty grand a month for the next six months.

Then after that,

sixty percent of the fight venue is mine.

He'll never keep his end of it.

-Yeah, but then his name doesn't mean shit in this town.

Ain't that right, Clay?

Hmm. Till the debt is paid,

you can do business in this town.

And after that,

you and I are gonna do a little dance, homeboy.

Bury your patriarch. Mourn him.

From now on, you work for me. Hear me?

I'm gonna fuckin' kill him.

-Emerson is too powerful to take on alone.

Everyone is on his payroll. You go after him,

the whole city's gonna come down on you.

You've been gone ten years,

and now you're gonna come back and make deals for the family?

Whoa, come on, Tommy.

Show the guy some respect.

There's a reason your dad always trusted him.

Fuck this!

Tommy!

Ah. He's a hothead.

Just like Dutch was.

Ahh!

This one's for you, Dutch.

Olivia.

It's good to see you.

-Back only a day and already stirring the hornet's nest.

Gonna stick around this time?

This how you greet your old friends?

-I was gonna call you, once I got a few things sorted.

-Whatever you've gotten yourself into with Clay,

it won't go the way you hope.

So you work for Emerson now?

-Things have changed since you left.

I don't work for anyone.

I broker deals and introduce people

with common interests.

Did he send you to see me?

-He has a new fighter he wants to show off next week.

Said to make sure you promote the fight,

he'll bring some guests.

-All right. Anything else?

-Fifty grand every month comes to me,

I'll take it to Clay.

-You've always been a straight shooter.

Where were you for the last ten years?

Sorry about Dutch.

He'll be missed.

-I would be very careful with her.

She with Emerson?

-Eh, Emerson's trying to go legit,

working on a casino deal.

She's making the right introductions, paving the way.

What did she want?

He's got a new fighter he wants to showcase.

Yeah, The Bomber.

He's big, he hits like a motherfucker.

He's a good wrestler.

I heard some guys talking about him at the gym.

Look, the other night, I was out of line.

I just needed to cool down.

Don't worry about it.

It's all good, okay?

Come on, let's go upstairs.

Talk about these fights.