(slow gentle music) (wind blowing) (phone vibrating and beeping) (phone beeping) (slow gentle music) (faucet running) (wind blowing) (slow gentle music) (wind blowing) (slow inspirational music) (rap music from car's speakers) - Hey, yo!
Casey TwoBears, moving around quick these days.
Does that mean you're ready to get back to work or what?
Hop in man, got a seat for you right here.
- No good anymore, this is as fast as I move.
Plus, gotta tell my PO, you know how it is.
- (expletive), what's a PO know about making a living out here?
Come on, TwoBears, people been trying to raise up since you been gone.
I need you.
Old Reds knows you can handle business.
Let's show 'em your work.
- I said I'm good.
- All right then.
I know you're gonna call, eventually.
Let's go man.
- Hey, good morning, oh.
- Dad, it's fine.
- I just want to say good morning is all.
How's he doing?
- He's good.
Just hungry, like always.
- Good.
I'm about to head out.
Is there anything else you guys need?
Blankets, water?
- [Daughter] Yeah, diapers.
- Oh, okay.
What kind?
- [Daughter] No, they're on the couch, in the bag.
- Oh, oh yeah.
- [Daughter] Just put them by the door, I'll grab 'em.
- Okay.
Are you sure you guys don't need anything else?
- Dad, you're gonna be late.
Everything's fine, I told you.
- All right then, if you say so.
(wind blowing) (man mumbling) - No, nothing right now, I'll pass.
- You wish to tell us your name?
- Casey TwoBears.
Powerless.
Sometimes, I feel like, what the hell am I supposed to do these days?
You know, my mind's all wrapped up about money, work, kids.
So much (expletive) to deal with.
Nobody ever taught me nothing about any of it.
I don't know, it's a lot, you know.
Then just when I think things are finally going all right, you know, I'm feeling good, my daughter's happy, somebody has to come along, try to mess it all up.
Tempting me.
Trying to get me back to old ways.
I've been patient in these rooms, long time, long time.
I don't know how much longer I can wait.
When am I gonna get my chance, huh?
That's what I want to know.
Something don't happen soon, (expletive).
who knows what I'm going to do.
I don't know.
Anyways, that's it.
- The wisdom to know the difference.
- Thank you for those words, Casey.
I've been where you are.
When I was out drinking and doing all that nonsense, I too burned up all my bridges and didn't even know it.
But now I'm here and all I'm trying to do is show up every day and help others with their battles.
This is what makes it work.
It's our way, the native way.
- Mhmm.
- Just one day at a time.
(speaking in Native language) (rap music) - Hold on, almost done.
- Yeah, I'll be quick.
- Come on, what'd I just say?
- Yo, for real?
- Sorry, champ, I didn't see it was you.
- Hey yo, you missed a spot.
Freaking janitor.
(rap music) - [Coach] Stick and move.
Stick and move.
Good, good.
Work him.
Nice.
Keep working him, champ.
Keep him busy.
Jab, champ, jab.
Good.
Good, good.
Work 'em.
Oh!
There it is!
When you connect with that left, you're gonna make 'em drop every time.
(boxer grunting) - Think he's out, Coach.
Hey, Coach!
- [Coach] Jab, jab.
- Coach McNally!
- Well, hurry and clean that up would ya.
- Actually, you need someone to fill in?
To spar?
- You want something, Tonto?
- Just saying, you need someone to spar, I can do it.
- You?
Indians, they either want a drink or a fight.
No, we've got other work we can do so you just go on and keep cleaning.
- But isn't the champ fighting a south paw next?
- Yeah.
What's your point?
- Well, besides you, I'm the only south paw around here.
Same weight and everything.
- What do you think?
- I already got a punching bag, Coach.
Plus look at him, he's old as hell, man.
- You see the problem is, you get hurt, I don't got a janitor no more.
You're the best I ever had.
- Yeah, who cleans up when you're bleeding on the floor?
- Let's make a bet.
I clean yours or you clean mine.
What, Coach, think I never fought before?
- Come on, you really want to get in here, get punched around, for what?
Someone piss in your Wheaties this morning or something?
- Just trying to help the champ get ready.
Besides, getting punched is a lot easier when it's for cash.
Pay me what you think I deserve.
- Well, how nice of you.
- Hey, it's whatever, Coach.
Let's see what he's got.
I barely got warmed up anyway.
Easy work better than no work.
- Yeah, okay.
You heard him, go on, get gloved up and pray you don't knock any more marbles loose in that head of yours.
- Watch that left hook.
- I know.
(dramatic music) - [Coach] Stay on him champ.
(Casey grunting) - (expletive), that hurts.
- Huh, not bad, Tonto, not bad.
(men grunting) - Lucky shot, champ.
- You see, he's gonna mess you up chief.
I can get another south paw.
(Casey grunting) - You giving up on me already, Coach?
I'm good.
C'mon.
(men grunting) (buzzer sounding) That's it?
That's all you got?
(dramatic music) - Hop in, man.
Got a seat for you right here.
- [Fighter] Come on, in the ground.
Put it in the ground.
- Come on, champ, what are we working on?
The left hook.
Show me you can make it work.
No excuses with this chump.
(dramatic music, men grunting) - [Champ] You ain't nothing.
(dramatic music) - You a monster, janitor.
Where the heck did you learn to fight like that?
- Everywhere.
(dramatic music) - [Coach] Come on!
Get out of the corner!
You gonna let Tonto (expletive) with you like that?
(men grunting) - Stay down.
- [Mother] You're drunk and worthless.
You don't provide nothing for your son.
(bottle breaking) (dramatic music) - [Coach] Hey, Chief.
- It's TwoBears, Coach, just so you know.
- Right, well, don't forget this, Two Bears.
You earned it.
You held your own in there.
- Thanks.
Got everything cleaned up for you.
- Hey, I got another fighter on Monday that needs some work with a south paw.
Smaller guy, could use some humbling.
- That's good to know, Coach.
I ain't worried about Monday yet.
(soft music)
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