Previously on Heels...
My dad built a coliseum that was so goddamn expensive,
that he buckled.
The locker room's for wrestlers, not valets.
I'm not just a valet. I can wrestle.
Tale as old as time.
Brothers sparring. Cain and Abel.
You beat Ace on his big night.
You bought the props to provoke him
when he was trying to win back the crowd.
You humiliated me in front of an entire town.
Did you really plant the Kleenex
in the crowd that night?
How dare you ask me that question?
Who do you know who's been asked
to sing the National Anthem
at the Georgia State Rodeo Championships?
Hey!
I'm so proud of you.
Never thought we'd be the kinda couple
where someone had to leave home in order to make a point.
I'm not in our home right now
because I am worried.
If you don't fix who you're becoming,
you're gonna lose me.
Talk to Ace. Make it worthy of all this struggle.
And then let's you and me have a talk
about what the future looks like.
Let's go! Throw 'em!
Did you do this?
Not this time.
- They're fighting for real. - No, I can see that.
I can't break kayfabe.
I'm gonna fucking kill you!
Please don't do this. I'm sorry.
- Swear. Please. - Hey, Ace!
Fuck these guys. I'm gonna go get that belt.
Hey.
Move it!
There's no room.
Move your car now!
Ace!
Move your car!
Buddy, you're runnin' hot.
Good luck with this shit.
DWL for life! Whoo!
You saved the day, Crystal!
Yeah! She saved the DWL!
Oh, put her up! Put her up! Come on!
Crystal! Crystal! Crystal! Crystal!
Hey, this is Staci. Leave a message.
I hope the rodeo went great.
I'm so sorry that I wasn't there.
Um, send me some video when you can.
Love you. Bye.
You have built one hell of a family here.
It ain't like the other places.
Tonight was a triumph, a real triumph.
That was a time capsule event.
Hey, Jackie boy.
Your dad would have been so proud of you.
Thank you, Eddie.
Thank you for being there for us, always.
Absolutely.
Jack, my, oh, my, did you deliver.
That's the loudest this arena's ever been.
I'm ready to close the deal on next year's fair
and the next one,
and let's throw in a third year too.
You just tell me when and where.
Now's as good a time as any. Hey, Willie?
Oh, you must introduce me to Wild Bill.
Ah, it'd be my pleasure.
Just give me a minute.
- Mm-hmm. - Okay.
Let's camp out, wait for Wild Bill,
jump that fake-ass cowboy.
Oh, I'll curb-stomp that dude.
All right, check your TRT levels, boys.
After that finish, we can't fuck the DWL
worse than they just fucked themselves.
That was the dumbest finish I ever saw, okay?
And Jack Spade, rasslin' purist,
he is now deeply, irredeemably fuckin' fucked
in a way he can't unfuck his way out of.
He can shoot a vignette justifying it.
Not if I cut a promo ragging on it first.
Get a phone out.
Kevin, fuck your Android with your green text bubbles, okay?
Paul, say when.
Action.
Attention, Dystopian Disciples!
Charlie Gully out here
at the South Georgia State Fair.
In case you missed it,
your new DWL Champion is...
the valet!
That's right, the fucking valet!
Bunny Bombshell, who hip-hoppity-hopped
around the ring twitching her cottontail ass
till she got the belt.
According to Jack Spade's logic,
I guess anybody can just grab the belt.
The match is apparently wide open
to anybody or any animal
in the free world.
So if you desire the DWL belt,
get yourself some bunny ears or a pig snout
or a braid of horse-ass hair,
and abra-fucking-cadabra!
The DWL belt can be yours.
- Cut. - Post that!
That fuckin' conceited fuck Jack Spade
is gonna wish he never fucked with me.
Hope the ink don't stain your bra.
Thank you.
Well, Shakespeare,
wasn't the way you scripted, but it popped.
I saw you two idiots hammering away,
and I thought it was over,
but we pulled a rabbit out of a hat.
Bunny Bombshell.
You see her rip off the ears?
Hell of a piece of business. So good.
I called that.
She called that.
Look, I'm the one who stood up and saved her ass
so she could save your ass while my ass was leaking.
I'm sure that video of my shame
will soon be trending on Reddit.
Mm-hmm.
Have you seen Ace?
Nah, I was showering, which required
my full concentration and a lotta soap.
You and Ace tore the house down.
You're top guys.
This Cain-Abel thing will take you
to the promised land,
if you both can keep it together.
I know a thing when I see it.
Oh, Jack, there you are.
Hey, Constance.
Bill, this is Constance.
She booked us for the fair.
You are a wise woman, Constance.
Well, we just loved it.
My favorite part was the special effects
with the pants.
I was concerned at first.
Connie, there's not a single part of my body
I can't control.
- Hey, Debbie? - Yeah?
- Have you seen Ace? - Uh, nope.
Uh, excuse me.
Mm.
Yeah!
Ace!
Ace.
Ace!
Hey.
Staci, please tell Jack to make this all go faster.
Thank you.
Thank you for coming.
Thank you so much...
Thank you.
Maybe Tom had that, uh, concussion syndrome, CTE.
Saw the end.
He still seemed pretty sharp to me.
Plus, if he knew he had CTE,
he would have shot himself in the chest
so science could study his brain.
Not everybody that kills himself
is thinking ahead like that.
Especially if they got CTE.
It's gotta be money.
It's always money.
Tom thought Ace was a first-round NFL pick.
That right there is proof he had CTE.
Nah, I-I was an all-state tight end because of Ace.
Ace was good, really good.
Football dream fell short, but that don't mean
Tom's belief in Ace going all the way was unearned.
Amen.
Some people just get hit with anguish out of nowhere,
and they don't know how to hit back at it.
Also seemed like the kinda wrestling he had us doing
just no longer brought in the fans.
He still had a lot to live for, man.
Or not.
Your reality inside and outside your head
doesn't always line up.
Look, I'm just sayin'.
It's not our place to judge.
That's never stopped us before.
Not at all, baby.
So just make the rounds.
Pick up trash, check the Sterno cans
for the heating trays, and keep the coolers stocked.
- Thank you. - Uh, oh, no, no, no.
We, uh... we just wanna help the family.
We can't take any money.
Why?
You some fancy new order of nuns or something?
You think first responders work for free?
I'm not sure how first responders...
First responders get paid. So do soldiers.
Cancer doctors have ocean-view mansions.
Why? They got paid.
Someone offers you money for your work,
stick your hand out.
Tom just had that thing, didn't he?
That-that man thing, that handsome twinkle
that makes a woman quiver.
The kinda thing that makes a woman
sit up and say, "That is a handsome, handsome man.
Tall drink of water".
- Uh... - Thank you.
Uh... thanks. Oh.
Oh, I am so sorry.
No, that's, uh... that's on me.
Thanks.
Yeah.
Carol.
I'm sorry to miss the funeral.
I was... don't matter.
Bill, your old friend is buried in Duffy Cemetery.
Go top off the gravesite with a couple shovelfuls
if you're feeling mournful, but I do not want you here,
walking around, sucking up the spotlight.
Can I help pay for anything?
Nothing left to pay for.
This place is shuttin' down.
It's a shame
you and Tom never really repaired things.
Not surprising considering your success
and his lack of it.
Your achievements cast quite the shadow.
It's how things go,
or went.
How much cash you got on you?
I think I got, uh, well...
Thank you.
I'll put it to good use.
Forgot.
Got these too.
It's a bit wet, but...
sweat don't make 'em counterfeit.
Yes. Thank you.
- I'll see you. - See you.
Staci, Barbara Holt. We haven't been introduced.
I work at Town Hall.
So sorry about King Spade.
We sure appreciate
everyone coming out here today, Barbara.
Duffy comes together when Duffy people need it.
It's what makes Duffy Duffy. Duffy Strong, you know?
Even though you're not from here,
Duffy's adopted you, Jack's wife, as one of us.
My friend Mimi Brainard works over at Sanctity Health.
She intimated you recently had your D&C over there.
Miscarriages stink.
I've been there twice.
If you ever need to talk or...
Barbara, please tell Mimi Branner,
who I do not know...
Brainard, with a D on the end.
Tell Mimi with a D on the end
if something unthinkable happens to her
and I hear about it, I'll still keep it to myself.
- I just... she... - What I actually want you
to tell her is to shut her fat mouth
before I shut it for her,
but that's not very ladylike, is it?
Thanks again for being here today.
Duffy really showed up for the Spade family.
We so appreciate it.
Fuckin' Duffy Strong fake-ass...
mind your own fuckin' business before I D&C your fuckin' ass
right through the fuckin' floor.
Stace?
Everything all right?
Oh, my God, Ace, I'm sorry.
You didn't do nothin' to me.
Sounds like someone's 'bout to have somethin'
done to them, though.
- I was just gonna... - D&C someone's fuckin' ass
right through the fuckin' floor,
which no idea what that means,
but sounds painful.
Took a walk so I didn't... do that.
Need me to do it?
Don't tell me it's Jack.
No, tell me it's Jack.
No.
Jack and I don't fight.
Yeah, I know,
which I don't understand how that's possible.
He's so... Jack.
We want the same things.
Not one fight?
He never got drunk at a college frat party?
We both got drunk in college.
But fought-fought,
no.
I'll say it again.
None of us know how Jack landed a saint like you.
I'm not a saint. We both got lucky.
How are you?
You doing all right?
Your dad loved you very much.
Broke his damn heart.
I don't think that's true.
Facts.
He coached me my whole life.
Every sport. Every single sport.
Worked with me. Encouraged me.
He invested so much in me.
Got me a college football scholarship.
You got your scholarship.
Not without his devotion.
He taught me how to work hard.
Made me work hard.
Set goals, achieve 'em.
And I fucked that up.
Couldn't carry it through.
And that was, uh...
I was an investment that didn't pay off.
He adored you.
I think he felt this duty
to be Tom Spade, King of Duffy.
And he didn't feel like he was that anymore.
Duffy loved my dad.
Jack only moved y'all here a couple of years ago,
so you never saw what the DWL meant here, but...
when I was little, when it was good...
ugh, unreal.
So loud.
So devoted.
When we'd go downtown, my dad was a celebrity.
Get free ice cream.
The firemen would let me slide down the fire pole.
You'd think that would've been enough for him.
Everyone just glad to see you.
Think he thought I was better than I was.
Made me think I was better than I was.
And I was good, but wasn't going pro.
Shit, I couldn't even go D1.
Wish he let me wrestle.
Think he was afraid I'd like it.
Didn't want me to think it'd be a... path.
Maybe you could think of it as an act of love,
steering you away from it.
It hurt him. He didn't want you hurt.
If that's the case, he probably shouldn't have killed himself.
Now, don't overdo it, dear.
Rubbin' this floor just makes it dirtier.
This place is about to get knocked down or repurposed.
What?
The... the DWL can't close down.
There's so much more to be done...
One-horse town just lost its horse.
King Spade made sure of that.
Huh.
Why don't you hand 'em to me one by one?
If I aim right, I can hit the dumpster.
Tom thought when we hit the big time,
that those old title belts would be collector's items.
Yeah, he thought a lotta things.
Just want one of these for Thomas's bedroom.
Right, well, I'm sure whoever turns this place
into a microbrewery won't want 'em.
Hey, maybe we should turn this place into a microbrewery.
Should get as far away from this place as we can.
What?
Did you read this?
I just fuckin' found it two seconds ago.
Well, none of these say Willie on 'em, do they?
You all right?
Yeah, I'm good.
Thank you for helping to keep this dream alive with him.
Kept it alive till it killed him.
He killed him.
No, I could've...
I could've told him to get out,
drop it, end it.
I didn't.
He spent decades of his life investing everything he had,
so much that the idea of folding it down
was some declaration of failure
that he couldn't bear.
He bought a house. Fed his family.
Didn't do much other than wrestle
for most of his adult life.
That not being enough of a life for him,
that's his declaration.
He's a pussy. He's a coward.
And he took the coward's way out.
Fuck you.
Fine. Fuck me.
Fuck him too.
He hid so much from y'all,
all the pressure, the weight he carried.
He threw his weight around every chance he got.
Open the letter.
Please.
I don't care what he wrote.
I'm sorry I said fuck you.
I shouldn't have said fuck you.
Jacket's yours if you want it.
Well, it's a stupid jacket.
Jack, Willie, we headin' out.
Gentlemen, thank you for all that y'all did
to make this place this place
and, uh, for-for being here today
to... to help with the grieving.
I don't know how to say this, man, but, uh,
there's no Duffy without the DWL.
I understand it, but it sucks that it's over.
It's a blessing.
More people were here for this funeral feast
than the last three shows combined.
True. Free food is undefeated.
We should have had free food at the matches.
Hey, Jack, we were sayin' that, uh,
Tom deserved a ten-bell salute.
I mean, it's... it's the honorable thing to do.
Man, Tom Spade was all about hittin' his finisher.
He already went out with a bang.
Here, you want a keepsake?
Help yourself.
We could've been on the comeback trail
with the DWL.
So many ideas to build it back,
and I had great angles for booking
and matches and characters.
You did. I know you did.
All he had to do was take a little bit of my input.
But no thank you.
He'd rather kill himself.
I'm having a difficult time
not takin' that personally.
I'm sorry, Jack.
Couple of the boys thought we should do
a ten-bell salute for him.
In my head, I'm like, "Salutin' what?"
Salutin' him tappin' out when things got rough?
Fuck no.
Today was his no-bell salute.
Funeral for a man
and an entire business.
Maybe what the guys...
Say whatever you gonna say.
No, I don't wanna complicate it.
Staci, I'm real foggy.
Just say what you were gonna say.
Well, maybe you can...
I don't know, host one final event,
in the spirit of, like, a memorial match.
The ten-bell salute would be just part of it for his memory,
but then the event is for you,
Willie, the guys,
so y'all can close down the DWL
with a celebration of what you all built
and what he built
and what you all loved, wrestling.
No, that'd be too sad.
You know, people...
... they come to our show to escape their own lives,
not to get weighed down by ours.
People cared about your family and this promotion.
And the joy it brought 'em.
Even if interest waned,
it still means something deep.
Write something for the DWL extended family.
One final show for everyone.
For you most of all.
I don't know.
I'm gonna miss it.
Take some of this when you go.
Every hour, more food arrives.
Folks seem to think a suicide calls
for me inhaling a carrot cake.
Folks are just trying to help.
I'm not feeding a damn firehouse.
Ace can eat pretty good.
Ace isn't eating at all.
Ace is...
I'm worried about Ace most of all.
Mom, I'm thinking of hosting
kind of a celebration of life for Dad.
One last event at the Dome before we shut it all down.
Something honorable, but also... festive.
I don't consider his suicide festive or celebratory.
Ah, I shouldn't have said festive.
No, you shouldn't have.
Yesterday was awful.
All that pity. All of Duffy staring at me.
Pity gives off a distinctive stench.
I don't like being the one giving off that stench.
So feel free to festively tie a bow
around this lousy present your dad left us,
but count me out.
You don't mean all that.
Your dad was a grown man who loved playing pretend.
It was fun when it was fun,
but when he got it in his head
that playing pretend could make us rich and it didn't,
well, you see where that left us.
And it's a stupid thing...
a stupid, stupid thing to give your life to,
and then to take your life beca...
I don't wanna talk about it.
When they turn the lights off at that dump,
all I'll say is, "Bring on the wrecking ball".
Hey.
Hey, everybody.
So, uh, I know that I'm just the son of the boss,
or I-I was, or is.
Eh...
I've been thinkin' about how this is
the end of the road for this promotion.
And I heard what y'all said the other day, and I agree.
This occasion deserves to be marked.
I wanna do my dad right with a ten-bell salute,
then do us right with one last card.
I wanna walk outta this place with our heads held high.
We'll give away tickets. Free beer.
People can take home the folding chair
and smash each other over the head with 'em
for all I care.
Who's in?
- Shit, I'm in. - Rooster's in, baby.
Okay, boys.
Jack has written a script.
Script... what the hell you mean, a script?
Y'all don't forget we're recyclin',
so I need these back.
Rooster, when I was weighing doing this,
I wrote a few things down.
Just have ideas how things could go.
This is awesome.
Tom used to just let us wing it.
"Hey, hey, hey, Rooster, with a clothesline,
and then-then something else,
and then move so... to something else".
"Something else. Something else".
"Yeah, yeah, then you go over...
then you go... figure it out. Figure..."
Wait, wait.
Dumpsters and tables?
Let's go, baby!
Hey, Jack.
Um, can we talk for a sec?
I'm lovin' all of this.
This is not what Dad would have wanted...
Wanted, I know.
But you did, Jack.
You did want me to be a part of the DWL.
And you know what? Deep down, I did too.
And if you're gonna have one last go-around with this place,
I want my first go-around.
I want in.
It's not as easy as it looks.
Oh, come on, you do it.
I mean, you're a good athlete, but come on,
I'm a phenomenal athlete.
Plus, I found him first.
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
It means I need a different final memory
than being woken up by a gunshot!
I need this, Jack.
I can't let y'all shut this place down
doin' the one thing Dad wouldn't let me do
because he thought I was gonna be this big star
that I didn't turn out to be.
You know what, so what?
But then again, not "So what?"
It's, like, fucking...
I cannot sit on the bench watching.
Let me play.
Write me three or four moves. I'll pick it up.
It's in my blood, just like yours.
And come on, taking a bump?
I played football for years.
Quarterbacks get to slide.
I can handle it.
- Okay, nice and easy. - Yeah.
It's like a walkthrough before a football game.
Yeah, except football is man against man.
This is all about cooperation, workin' together.
Ace used to be a kid, and then boom,
there he is now, a man.
Very fit, don't you think?
Handsome guy. Fit.
Well, fit don't mean shit.
Girls always want guys to admit other guys are handsome.
What's that about?
I'm just saying he's fit, is all.
He greener than Kermit the Frog.
He can't pick up this shit in a week.
- There it is! - Look, I'll tell you what.
We gon' go out with our heads hanging low in shame.
- Watch. - Roo, it's Tom's son.
Wha... don't mean he can wrestle.
Ace is the best athlete I know.
Mm-hmm.
You... you actin' like you don't know me.
Ace was Jim's best man at his wedding.
That's why he's saying it.
Ace never wrestled 'cause Tom didn't want him distracted,
not because he wouldn't have been as good as any of us.
He would have been.
I'm not saying should've been, but...
- Do it again! - ... would've.
Okay, well, I'ma go see if you a liar.
- Uh... oh. - Go, go, go!
Your right side, not on your left side.
Hey, Jack, let me stand in for you.
Hey, have at it.
All right.
We gon' walk through the match here.
Little bit of this, little bit of that, all right?
Lock up.
Sitting in the ring, baby.
Come on. Here we go.
- Oh, oka... no, no. Put your... - Sorry.
Put your... good. Put your hand behind my head.
- A'ight, now, use your legs. - Yeah.
- That's leverage. - Rooster, well done.
Ace, then I'm gonna overpower you into a headlock.
Make sure you sell it.
Any time the hold tightens, that's your signal.
The more you make it look like it hurts,
the better you look when you go over.
Actually, that's a little tight.
Good! Now, Ace,
you gon' clear some space with your right elbow.
You're gonna whip Rooster into the ropes,
go for the clothesline, but he's gon' duck it.
Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
I'm talking very, very, very, very, very slow motion
on the clothesline.
- Okay? - Yeah.
- Slow. - Yeah.
On the day, I'm gon' take a back body drop, all right?
Then we gon' square off, center of the ring,
brother versus brother.
- Gotta let 'em feel it! - All right.
- Again! - Come on. Ready?
Okay, here we go.
Go!
There it is.
- Clear with your elbow! - Your elbow. Your elbow.
- Slow down! - There it is.
Ah, slow...
- Oh! - There we go, little brother!
That's some creatine working right there, baby!
- All right, Ace. - Okay.
- That's it. - Let me at him.
Enough with the 101.
Let me leap off the top turnbuckle.
No. No. Not necessary.
Come on, man. Rooster, help me out, dude.
Do not help him out!
Ace, look, you gotta know what you're doin' there
because if you get up there, it can go real bad real quick.
You're gon' fall. You're gon' kill yourself.
Mom's gonna find out. She's gonna kill me.
We're gonna have dead Spade men everywhere.
It'll be an incredible finish.
It's bad enough that I'm putting you over.
High spots are risky.
If you miss the mark, you knee me in the nuts,
I'm done having kids.
- I can do it! - Let me get in there.
Don't worry about me.
Sometimes a kid's gotta touch the fire.
- Okay. - Come on.
On three.
One, two, three.
It ain't that easy, baby.
Didn't quite nail the distance.
- Hey, Roo. - What's up?
Where you heading after this?
Oh, probably Chick-fil-A.
To wrestle, man, not eat.
Oh, no clue.
But I'ma land on my feet like a cat.
- Man. - You?
Not sure. I'm bad at transitions.
Oh, man. You'll be good, my man.
Have faith.
So, just like Jack scripted it, all right?
I get my shine up front.
You go for your comeback. I'll shut it down.
All right, now, you take me outside,
and you motherfuck me with that chair.
Ga-ging! Ga-ging! Ga-ging!
And you throw in the heat, baby.
All right, I'll get too big for my britches,
giving you the opening to blow your comeback.
The house is on fire. The crowd is going crazy.
Then you pick me up over your head.
Then it's bombs away in that dirty-ass dumpster.
Aye, don't you dare come short of that damn dumpster.
Oh, I'm throwing you past the dumpster.
Oh, don't do that, baby.
That riff was cool.
Just going over the match one more time.
What, you never saw a preshow walkthrough before?
Dad didn't let me backstage much.
Well, he should have. We would have crushed it.
Thanks for saying that.
I mean it.
You worked hard this week, Ace.
Sack up. You're the king's son, dude.
Yeah, that means you the prince,
or at least one of 'em.
All right, men.
Closures are the endings that we need
to finish things appropriately.
This is not a goodbye.
This is a sendoff.
Hear, hear. Bring it in.
Hey, come on.
- Let's do it. - Right.
King Spade on three.
One, two, three!
King Spade!
Hi, everybody.
My name is Willie.
Think I know most of y'all.
Some of you been coming here for years,
and I wanna thank you for that.
Tonight, we close the curtain
on our time here at the DWL.
This'll be our final show.
So thank you for all the years
that you've been a part of this.
Fortunately, we haven't had a lotta ten-bell salutes
here at the Dome.
Tonight, we do.
We honor a man who dreamt of bringing
professional wrestling to this part of Georgia.
And he did.
Tom Spade.
So please stand, remove your hats,
and hold the Spade family, especially Tom Spade,
in your thoughts.
King Spade!
King Spade! King Spade!
King Spade! King Spade! King Spade!
That's right! That's right!
The last thing the king would want is a quiet crowd!
So how about we get to some rasslin'?
Huh?
Whoo!
I'm nervous, man. I never get nervous.
Not in the huddle, not on the pitcher's mound,
not playing cards, not with a girl.
First time I took you cliff jumping at the quarry,
you were nervous.
I was eight.
You leapt, splashed, lived.
You were so happy, you almost drowned laughing.
You'll survive this.
Nah. Nah, man. Dad was right.
I ain't... I ain't meant for this.
Hey.
Dad's judgment's now forever in question.
All right, you're a quarterback, Ace.
You're a player.
Players play.
Just don't let me look stupid.
I-I won't.
Run the plays that I called.
You'll be good.
Ladies and gentlemen, Jack Spade.
Thank you. Duffy, Georgia.
Thank you very much for being here tonight
and celebrating my dad, honoring him.
You know, he wasn't just my dad.
He was a father to everyone in the DWL family.
We will miss him dearly.
Let's play his entrance music one last time.
Well, well, well, Duffy, it's my younger brother,
Ace Spade, Duffy High state football champ!
Hey, Duffy.
Look, I know I ain't wrestled in the Dome before,
But, uh, I am a Spade, so I wanna honor
my father's legacy a-along with all of you,
if you'll have me.
You know, life wasn't easy growing up a Spade.
You know, son to a-a king,
brother to the so-called rightful heir,
Jack, the eldest, the true prince.
Anyone with a big brother knows the drill.
Not always fun.
You got some stones showing up here tonight
wearing Dad's robe!
But I'll tell you what, baby brother.
You think I'm the so-called rightful heir.
Oh, he's gon' say, "We settle things in the ring".
In this family,
we settle things in the ring.
That's real good shit right there.
You sell the pain, you let me lead.
Get away from me!
Hey, hey! Hey, hey!
Hey, back off! Back off.
You ready? You ready?
Are we? You ready?
Yeah!
Oh, gosh!
Jack, you all right?
- Yeah. - Jack!
Jack, you good, man?
Can you continue?
- Come on, Jack! - Oh!
Come on, Jack, get him out of the corner.
How about that, huh?
Oh, sh...
Jack, what do you say?
Oh, my goodness!
One! Two!
Two! Only two!
That was only two! Two.
One, two...
Bam!
Jack, let me go for top rope.
We're about to get outta here with the roll-up.
Let's go home with the crowd still hot.
It's the last time, dude.
If I get hurt, it won't even matter.
Come on.
Okay.
All right, let's go. Come on!
Come on, Ace, what are you doing?
One, two, three!
And there we go!
King Spade! King Spade! King Spade! King Spade!
Here comes the man!
- Amazing, Jack. - Impressive.
- Yeah! - You did it!
Hey, you were incredible.
No, you were, man!
The crowd is so loud! They're still going.
It was a good way to go out.
Mmm, best feeling ever.
Better than when I won the state championship.
You won that state championship
on a bullshit pass interference call.
Hey, I don't ref the games. I just play 'em.
Fate wanted me winning the state championship.
I don't know how you picked all that up in a week,
but there are wrestlers that work their entire careers,
don't tap into what you just did.
You got it.
Thanks for saying that, Jack.
It's not stupid.
Say again?
This is not a stupid thing, this thing.
It's an amazing thing.
The fraternity and the camaraderie,
it's so far from a stupid thing.
I agree.
We should keep doin' it.
You serious?
We should make this
into what it could have been,
what we just proved that it can be
if we work together.
We can pull this off.
We just have to... we're gonna have to work hard,
trust, grind, have each other's backs.
Remember when we'd fight as kids,
and Dad would make us shake hands and say that?
Yeah, maybe we should have said it before we fought.
Stop the fighting upfront.
I got your back, brother.
- You crushed it. - Aww, thank you.
- Hey. - Hi.
- Hey, come on. - All right, get a room.
- Shut up. - Get a room.
Shut up.
This is Ace.
Leave a message, and I'll hit you back.
Ricky, you're a part of the DWL family now,
like it or not.
Oh, I like it more than you know, Bobby.
I'm Diego.
Congrats again, superstar.
Thanks, Ref.
- Yeah. - See you back in Duffy.
Please tell me that y'all saw that.
You got a pretty face, bro,
but I ain't looking at you 24/7.
All right, guys, I'm the only one
who's gotta wake up with a baby.
Attaboy, Ace.
Attaboy.
Hey.
Got your message. Congratulations.
It's been a crazy busy night here.
Everyone's finally in bed.
How'd the singing go?
Not gonna lie, I nailed it.
Course you did.
Stayed on key.
Didn't muff lyrics.
Didn't sing "gallivantly steamy".
I got video.
I should have been there.
Tell me about the fair.
I told Ace about the Kleenex.
I bet that was hard to do. Hard to admit.
Takes guts, Jack.
Well, I waited till the end of the match.
It was not ideal.
There was probably never an ideal time.
- What'd he say? - Uh, he said, "Fuck you.
I'm gon' fuckin' kill you". Then a lotta fuck-yous.
I don't know, the whole thing was a little bit of a blur.
I mean, he reacted the way I thought he would,
maybe worse.
Now I'm tryin' to figure why I thought it'd be a good thing.
Which part?
Throwin' the Kleenex part or the apology part?
Both.
The truth is a good thing, Jack,
even though it may not seem that way.
I'm sorry it went badly.
The fair went well.
We delivered.
Proved that we belong.
Folks kept coming up to me after the show,
telling me how proud my dad would have been.
They're right. He would be.
And then the entire drive home,
I thought about how I don't miss him.
I have not missed my dad one day since he shot himself.
Not one... day.
And I know it probably doesn't make me
the face that you married, but I am admittin'...
... to being that guy.
I'm the guy who named his own son
after his dead dad that he don't miss.
And I'm sorry if that scares you.
It scares me.
No, it'd scare me
if you couldn't talk about how you feel
and, rather than not think about it,
pretend you think something else.
And we gave Thomas that name
before your dad did what he did.
We could change his name, start calling him Keith.
I didn't marry a face, Jack.
I married a guy named Jack Spade,
a good guy named after a face card.
A good guy who's had a hard year.
We all have, but you and Ace and your mom most of all.
And, Jack, the reason I said how you act is who you are
is because I didn't fall in love with Tom Spade's son.
I fell in love with the nice guy
at a great party.
It was good you told Ace.
In theory, yeah.
He was so pissed.
Tomorrow's a new day.
You could talk to him more.
Give him time.
He loves you.
Get some rest.
I will rest when you're home.
I need you here, Staci.
I need you in our home.
I'm not half as good without you here.
I'm less than half as good.
Let's talk tomorrow.
I love you.
I love you too.
How's Thomas do...
This is Ace.
Leave a message, and I'll hit you back.
? Don't look back ?
? Ooh, a new day is breaking ?
? It's been too long since I felt this way ?
? I don't mind ?
? Where I get taken ?
? The road is calling today is the day ?
? I can see ?
? It took so long just to realize ?
? I'm much too strong not to compromise ?
? Now I see what I am ?
? Is holding me down ?
? I'll turn it around ?
? Oh, yes, I will ?
? I ?
? Finally see the dawn arriving ?
? I ?
? See beyond the road I'm driving ?
? Oh, far away and left behind ?
? Don't look back ?
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