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Equalizing that reach early.
Mixing things up. - Oh, she's tagged her!
She's tagged her again!
- Oh and again. - Oh, shit.
Katrina's in trouble. She's in trouble, Mike.
Big trouble.
Can she finish it, right here, right now?
Oh, she shot her to the body!
Katrina's in huge trouble, Mike.
Oh, my! Over and over!
- Boom, that's it! - Oh, my goodness!
Oh, my goodness! What a fall from grace!
Katrina the HellKat Bash, KO'd and it's all over.
Just like that.
- Heavenly.
that I'm dreaming of
- Beautiful.
- Where you headed?
You need a lift?
How about a smoke?
You know, the next town's 60 miles from here.
They got a bus station there, and a bar.
Hey.
I'm just tryin' to do a good Samaritan here.
I'm not planning on hurting ya.
- I'm not worried about you hurting me.
- Then hop in.
Or not.
Heavenly.
Beautiful, isn't it?
The way everything just disappears into the darkness.
They say smoking's bad for you.
But if that was true,
why would the good Lord have created tobacco?
I say indulge in his intelligent design.
You smoke pot?
You smell of pot.
I got a nose for that.
You like cigarettes.
I bet you like booze.
Yeah, people say I got a sixth sense.
You're passin' through.
Where you headed?
- I'm not sure.
Somewhere.
- You're already somewhere, sister.
Somewhere.
Anywhere.
hands are always there
That's one of mine.
I wrote a few songs, sermons and sets.
- That's really interesting.
- Just using my talents to further his work.
You ever heard of the prosperity gospel?
- Nope. - Oh, sure you have.
If you give a little to the ministry,
you get a lot from the Lord.
Don't ask why. It's a miracle.
Jesus wants you to have abundance.
Prosperity gospel.
That was my idea.
They stole it from me.
I even designed a coin.
Limited edition.
On one side, you had Jesus,
and on the other, you had an AR-15 rifle and an eagle,
all wrapped up in the stars and stripes.
That majestic bird, staring up to heaven.
How much do you think people would give for that coin?
Pass it down on their deathbed, clutch it to their chest.
- God knows.
- Exactly.
You got a quick wit.
Can I get an Amen?
- I'll pass.
- Am I annoying you yet?
Now where did you get that scar?
- What scar?
- Oh, the one between the wings on your neck.
Did I touch a nerve, sister?
- Thanks for the ride.
Now hold on a second, sister.
- Unlock the door.
- But wouldn't you like a smoke for the road?
- Unlock the door.
- But I've been looking for you everywhere, Katrina Bash.
And hallelujah, I've found you.
Oh, you like guns?
- Destination?
- Where can I get to for 80 bucks?
- A lot of places better than here.
When you know where you're going, I'm right here.
- Mine it is.
- A rather good choice.
Ladies night!
- Fuck everyone else.
- You know, non-alcohol beer...
Is worse for you than alcoholic beer.
It's full of additives and shit.
It's like cancer in a glass.
- What can I get ya?
Water.
- You're in luck.
No charge for water on ladies night.
- I'd prefer tequila.
Except, I don't have any money.
- Just another no-good drifter!
I'd buy you a drink, but I don't need a handjob tonight.
you stink.
You smell like an ashtray in a kitty litter box.
- Fuck sake, man.
How do you feel about vomit?
And urine.
Bodily fluids in general.
- I'll stick with water.
- You clean that up,
and I'll fill your glass to the brim with tequila.
And I'll keep it coming. You drink as much as you want.
And you can stay the night in the drunk tank out back.
- Oh, drunk tank.
Sounds heavenly.
- Well, it's more of a shed, really.
Little service we offer for those who wanna
get away from the wife for a while.
It's vacant tonight.
Unless you're too good for it?
- I'm not too good for anything.
Throw in two packs.
- I tell ya.
Cans are usually more disgusting tonight.
Deal's a deal.
Ain't exactly 100% Agave.
More like squeezed out demapo from Tijuana.
- As long it helps me forget.
Another one, please.
- You like boxing?
- Used to.
Don't suppose you've expanded
your tequila selection since last night?
- Nope.
Stayin' another night?
- Probably.
- You gonna clean up again at close?
- That's the plan.
Can't get any worse than last night.
- So, what's the next move, drifter?
- I don't have any more moves.
- Drink herself to death!
- That'll work.
Barkeep, could I get an ashtray?
- What a clueless bitch.
You can't drink yourself to death.
If you're already dead.
Oh, you must be some brain-damaged hoe.
- Oh, we've all got a little hoe in us,
and we're all on our way to death.
Barkeep, can you hit me again, please?
- Barkeep.
How do you make a lesbian vampire?
- We don't do that kinda trendy shit. You know that.
- Nothin' trendy about it.
This is a timeless drink.
Highball glass.
Don't bother washing it from the last drunk.
Just wipe it with a dirty rag.
Two shots little raw whiskey.
Two shots Russian piss vodka.
And the rest?
Mad Dog, Ripple.
Whatever wino shit you can get from the gutter.
And no ice.
That's for faggots.
Then...
You cut some part of the body.
Your body.
Somebody else's body.
Doesn't matter.
Then you drip, drip, drip the blood in.
That's the cherry.
The coup de grace, like the frogs say.
- You forgot the umbrella.
- What did you say?
- I said, you're a mouth-breathing knuckle-dragger.
- What? - Ah!
And a deaf-mute, too.
Get outta here before you get hurt.
Before who gets hurt?
- Time to go, Viper.
- There ain't no such thing as a vampire cocktail.
- You shut your beak, you waste-of-life boozer.
Worthless drunk.
- They say it's a disease!
- You're a fuckin' disease.
What're you gonna do about it, bitch?
Some vigilante shit?
I don't think so.
- Hit the road, Viper.
That's enough for tonight.
- You get rid of one worthless drunk,
another one pops up right back in his place.
Right, Cucaracha?
Look at me, you dumb broad!
We're gonna match now, sister, see.
Like I said.
You're already dead, HellKat.
Started from the bottom?
Welcome back.
See you soon.
- Again.
What the hell?
- Closing time, drifter.
- Okay, what is this?
- What is what?
Two moons.
- Maybe tequila moons.
- I think you've got something to tell me.
- Wish I could, kitty cat.
It's not my job.
- Okay, what is going on here?
You all know me, I don't know you.
What's your name?
- I don't have a name.
I'm just a barkeep.
Basements don't need cleaning.
Just the bathrooms.
- What the hell?
- You do good cleaning work.
- Right.
Tequila?
- You sure can drink, but last call's over.
I'm not permitted to serve after closing.
- Seriously?
Our deal was I drink whenever I want.
Not after closing.
- Well, isn't this your bar?
- No. - Well, who owns it then?
- I do.
I own your entire world now, Katrina.
Party's about to begin, HellKat.
Are you ready?
And in the blue corner, the challenger.
Fighting out of Albuquerque, New Mexico,
the number one ranked women's middleweight in the world,
Katrina Bash HellKat!
Oh, look.
How bewitching the moons are tonight.
You know, you can tell a lot about a person
by what's in their backpack.
Dope?
Or is it catnip?
- Meow.
- Oh, look. She's a reader.
Probably that prosperity gospel shit.
- Look at this butch-ass wallet.
What do we have here?
- Broke-ass bitch.
- Look at this little faggot.
- Katrina, are you okay?
- Hello, HellKat.
I'd offer you cigarette, but this is my last one.
The fuck is that?
What're you staring at?
- You got something on your shirt, Dominus.
Pocket.
- Now the party really has started.
We even got hors d'oeuvres.
Just like an oyster, except for the aftertaste.
Better than liver, though.
My momma used to make us eat liver every Friday night.
'Cause that weren't meat, see, that was an organ,
and I used to keep it balled up in my cheek.
Looked like a little chipmunk.
And I'd run round the back of the house,
and I'd spit it in the lake.
Till one day, she caught me.
And then I learned to love liver.
I learned to love all organs.
Let's play a game.
It's called whoever wins the fight,
gets to leave the bar alive.
It's a catchy title, isn't it?
You ever seen one of these before?
Ah, it's enchanting.
Whoever says the magic word gets it.
- Get up, bitch.
Hit me!
Fucking hit me!
- Why, that's quite the statement.
- I should kill you.
- Kill me?
Oh, you're fuckin' high, sister.
And not on life.
Let's not spend any more valuable time together.
- Keep your distance.
- What kind of a mother are you anyway?
The kind who doesn't give a shit about her own son.
Leaves him to die.
A narcissist who put her career in front of her family.
If you could call that a career, or a family.
Just feels like a pathetic waste of space to me.
You made it to the big leagues,
but you couldn't close the deal, could ya?
And what a heavy price you paid for failure.
I can't remember.
Have I complemented you on your neck tattoo?
Do you need a hug?
Atonement.
Oh, how sweet the sound.
"If I could just have another chance!"
Look familiar?
It's better if you get it in the full-screen experience.
You might need one of these when you hear the next bit.
- I quit.
- Oh.
Congratulations.
Too bad you didn't do it earlier, though.
'Cause you left one smoldering in the ashtray.
Burned the whole motel down.
Killed an entire family.
Mommy.
Daddy.
Baby girl.
A little kiddie, too.
Oh, the irony.
See, you can't help it, Katrina.
You destroy everything you touch.
They were just poor white trash anyway,
so nobody gave a shit.
Back to more important things.
Like what the hell is going on here.
Just hold your horses, little lady.
All I need from you is a digital signature,
and I'll let the cat out of the bag.
If we can find the will.
- What can I do?
- The boy gets another spin at the vida loca.
All you have to do is put on a good show.
Self-correction.
You gotta win the tournament.
Old-school, O.G. UFC one.
But I know you can do it, HellKat.
I'm a believer.
There's a special place inside me reserved for dark horses.
I'll be looking out for you.
So just stare your eyeball real close into the screen there.
Retina scan.
State your full name, loud and clear,
and we'll call that a deal.
- Katrina Bash.
Katrina Bashinski.
- Doesn't quite roll off the tongue, does it?
- HellKat.
HellKat!
The proud are laid low and the humble exalted!
You're a bloody mess!
Don't move!
Almost done!
- What the hell? - Indeed!
You won't feel a thing.
Fixing you up for your next fight!
You can get up now.
Gratitude?
- What about it?
- You should try it!
- You know where you are?
- She has no idea.
- I believe she does.
- I've gone crazy?
- Not yet.
- I'm in hell?
Not quite.
- I'm starving?
- We have an infinite supply.
Chips and jerky.
- What more could you want in life?
- Fish!
Are you ready?
Are you gonna piss your pants?
Oh.
What a cliche.
Glad I didn't ask if you were shittin' yourself.
You signed up for this, so let's not make a biggie of it.
- Who am I fighting? - You mean what.
- What? - Yeah.
What are you fightin'.
A most charming critter, indeed.
Because today's the day the teddy bears have their picnic.
- No!
- What the fuck?
What happened?
- Somebody won, somebody lost.
- What happens to somebody who lost?
- That depends.
If somebody is of the nether, they cease to exist.
If somebody is human, they become of the nether.
- They become a fucking monster?
- Not that they are aware of.
- Oh, what a relief.
- You are here of your own doings.
Your actions brought you here.
Be grateful you have one last chance.
And be thankful I'm here to help you.
Better warm up.
- By hitting that meat bag?
How do you prepare for a giant mother nether fuck?
- Lubricate.
Save your energy, sister.
You're gonna need it and you're beginning to piss me off.
You're up in five.
Lubricate.
- This is it.
Fuck me.
I'm done.
You can do this.
- No.
It's over.
I'm over.
- HellKat won her fight.
If she can, you can win.
We can win.
- This little shit won?
How?
- All you think you know means nothing.
Ignore your mind, embrace your spirit.
- Oh, yeah. Uh-huh.
Everything that really matters is right here.
- That's your heart!
I said your spirit!
- What difference does it make?
I'm fucked either way.
Why the fuck do you think I'm here to start with?
What did you do to get put here?
Do you know why I'm here?
- I don't need to know.
- You don't want to know. Believe me.
- I am not fit to judge.
- And the only way I can save myself
is by fighting a fucking monster?
- Everyone has their own path.
- Oh, spare the Buddha bullshit. I'm fucked.
- So we've heard! - Fuck you!
- Calm down, Salt.
- You calm down!
Shit!
What are they gonna put in front of me?
What if it's something I'm really scared of?
They know everything about us.
Our, our pasts, our nightmares.
- Okay look, just stop it, okay?
- Fuck off!
Oh, my god.
Not here.
- Why?
Why?
- We all know why we're here.
We've earned it!
Now face it and do what you do need to do.
This is truly your last chance.
- Fuck!
Jesus.
- Did somebody say "fuck Jesus?"
Can I get an Amen?
Can you hear that?
- What are they saying?
- "Kill the bitch."
Let's go.
- I didn't know what I was doing.
It wasn't my fault. I was sick.
What do they call it?
Not guilty due to insanity.
I don't deserve this.
- Yes, you do.
- Oh, no.
- You get your fuckin' ass in there,
or I'll send you straight to hell.
Get up.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for what I did.
- Oh, okay.
- Yes!
Fuck yes!
Now let me go. I want my reward, you fuck.
- Here she is.
Don't you look divine?
- Are you singing?
- What the fuck?
- Oh, fuck.
Ain't no way I'm gonna lose, man.
Ain't no way.
- Fuck this.
- There is eternity, there is oblivion and there is hope.
Where you end up, believe it or not, is entirely up to you.
- Let's get ready to rumble!
- Whatever you are, I don't care.
- You're really beginning to piss me off, sister.
You're up, big boy.
- Listen, before you go in,
is there any way you could lay down on this one?
Because if you lose, we could do a whole
cat versus dog thing in the next round.
That's clever, right?
- Jimmy.
- Come on, big boy.
- Hit him!
Jimmy!
- He'll be fine.
Get ready for the...
Congratulations, big boy.
You beat the tomato can, and with such style, too.
You're up next, kit cat.
Oh, do you like my boots?
I'm flattered you noticed.
They're very rare.
Made of 100% human skin.
Just the uppers, of course.
They'd make a great present for somebody.
Unless you'd like a pair for yourself.
- Holy Moses.
I gotta tell ya.
I can't wait for this next fight.
The crowd is so quiet with anticipation down there,
you could hear a rat piss in Hong Kong.
Are you ready?
- No.
- Well, get ready.
One night only.
Last man standing.
John Hancock on the jotted line.
- Son of a bitch.
- Indeed.
She was a bitch.
Her specialty was drinking and then she'd hit me
with whatever she could get her hands on.
Took till the time came for me to hit her back.
And there began the yellow brick road.
And look at me now.
I'm the wizard.
Here we go, big boy.
Gotta tell ya.
I don't fancy your chances.
- No one saves us, but ourselves.
- What about God? - God?
God grants you free will!
Your own mind, your own spirit, yourself.
Your being alone has the power to enlighten you.
Just as it may destroy you.
- What?
What's that?
- Liquid God.
Come here!
Turn around!
Trust me.
This will help.
- Damn.
That feels good.
- No matter what awaits you below, believe you can prevail.
- Damn.
- Show time.
- Come!
Let me work on you!
- No.
- Come! - I said, no!
- Then you will face the repercussions.
- I'm done with this shit, man.
- You know why this is?
- Yes.
- You must atone to redeem for what you have done.
- I know, shit!
- Sounds like someone needs a reminder.
- Damn you.
- What about you, Katrina?
What did you do?
Cat got your tongue?
- Shut up.
- Mom of the year?
- Shut your mouth!
- What happened?
- Yeah, Katrina.
What happened?
- You know.
- Is that it?
Can we not have a bit more color?
Like, "don't leave mommy's opiates lying around."
But it goes with the territory, doesn't it, HellKat?
Blah, blah, blah. All this talk.
We've gotta get on with the grand finale.
You're up, HellKat.
And you too, big poppa pump.
- I won't do it.
- Me neither.
- Oh, yes, you will.
You'll do anything to save your boy.
And you?
Your wife and your brother.
That's some real trailer park shit.
Oh!
"I'd do anything to atone for my mistakes."
Oh, yeah.
You'll do it.
I think you'll do just about anything.
Oh, no!
And here's me, sittin' on a tree!
- You will be punished for your anger!
You will be punished by your anger!
- What the hell?
- God damn it.
Are you gettin' it now?
This is my world!
Time to fight.
- They're like two scorpions in a bottle.
Jimmy, why ain't they fighting?
I think they need a bit of...
Prodding.
- Yes, I think they do too.
- Matteo.
Matteo?
- Come on, finish him.
What're you waiting for?
Kill him, Katrina.
- Kill the cock sucker!
- Shut up!
This is it.
Think of your son.
I'll give you another chance.
I'll make you a champion.
Everybody will know who you are.
You'll be a legend.
Everybody will know the name of HellKat.
What're you doin'?
Get up.
Stand up and fight for your soul!
- No.
- Fight me!
- No more fighting.
- Fight for your pathetic son!
Then die!