All language subtitles for -Tulsa.King.S03E01.Blood.and.Bourbon

Mr. Manfredi,

- how do you plead? - Well...

Not too long ago, I got off a plane, and it was like

I got off on a different planet.

Tulsa. I want you

- to go there. - You serious?

Well, I assume you don't have Chianti.

You assume correctly.

And I had to do what I had to do to survive.

We're partners.

- Do I have a choice? - Absolutely not.

Now, it's about time we up our game.

This guy Thresher-- he's who we want to be.

I have some ideas

that I think will help.

I thought this was your territory.

Manfredi's doing all this,

- here? - You guys

didn't even know Tulsa existed

until I was here.

What's Manfredi's crew look like?

He's got nothing. It's a bunch of misfits.

What do you want from me?

- Maybe one day, you'll help me. - We're gonna hit

Tulsa and we're gonna hit 'em hard, do you understand me?

Dad, no!

I think you should

go back to New York.

You left your daughter once.

You do it again, she's gonna fall apart.

- I'm sorry, Dwight. - It's never too late

to make things right, Armand.

Effective immediately, this family's

under new leadership.

You two said you had a proposition?

We do.

Fifty percent.

You earned it.

I've been asked if what I did was worth

25 years.

Don't move!

You work for us now.

All right, everybody out.

Sorry about the rough treatment.

Where's the woman?

- Margaret? - Yeah, Margaret.

Safe, she's back at her ranch, she'll be fine.

See something?

I know you?

Not like you're going to.

Special Agent Musso.

Why am I here, Musso?

Actually, last time we almost met,

you had just finished killing a fella,

man by name of Ripple.

It was a mercy killing.

Mercy killing?

Okay.

That was my man.

Longtime informant that I set up

to bury you and the Invernizzi family.

You knew he was gonna rat, so you took him out.

He was chained to a radiator.

- Uh-huh. - He was burning up.

Killing Ripple tanked

about two years of field work,

leaving me with a dead informant and a dead case.

That's what's been on your mind for 25 years?

I hold a grudge. I do.

Back to you. You did 25, you didn't rat,

but you also didn't learn anything.

You get out, you move west,

but the killing spree continues.

Bikers, Chickie--

we know everything.

Everything you've been up to since you got out here.

But, as of right now,

I'm not gonna charge you for mass murder.

That's nice of you.

Don't get smart with me.

Or I could put not just you,

but all your inbred sidekicks away.

Mitch, Bodhi, Tyson, the girlfriend Margaret--

accessory after the fact.

You'd be bringing them all down.

What do you want from me, Musso?

There it is.

As you can imagine, there's certain things

we can't do as a law enforcement agency.

But you?

You would have no problem doing these things for us.

I own you, General.

Keep earning, thriving, just know

your very freedom to do so

belongs to me.

So when I call, you answer.

Fast.

Or it all goes very dark for all of you.

Where you been?

Fucking sleepwalking.

Got the keys?

- Coffee's on. - Thanks.

No, I-I know it doesn't make any difference after

what you've been through, but I want to apologize.

I never saw this coming.

Why'd it even happen?

It's a long story.

Tell me. We had men in my house.

They were knocking down doors, they had guns in our faces.

Who were they?

They know everything that's happened since I came to Tulsa.

Everything that happened here, too.

Everything?

What do they want?

What are they threatening you with?

They're threatening everybody in my life.

This is all on me.

I-I got to fix this, Margaret.

I got to make this right.

And you?

You're too good a person to be around this.

- No. - Yes.

- You are. - Dwight...

You don't need this

- in your life. - Come--

Where are you going?

You're too good a person, Margaret.

You're too good.

Yeah?

It's Ray.

Who?

Ray.

Yeah, how you doing, Ray?

Been a long time.

I want a sit-down.

It's really not a good time.

- You saying no? - No.

I'm not trying to be disrespectful,

- it's just not a good time. - So make it a good time.

You got family up here, no?

Yeah, my grandkids are there.

There you go.

All right.

I'll come up and visit them and visit you.

- That okay? - It's overdue.

All right.

It never fucking ends.

Hey.

Heckle and Jeckle, my two

favorite kids. How are you guys?

Good.

Did you do your offering to San Gennaro?

Oh, they did, Cap. These are good kids, right here.

- These are good kids. - Oh, good.

Yeah, we did, but why?

Well, did you ever wonder, like,

what this whole place is about,

what the festival is about?

All right, I'll tell you a story.

There was this big volcano

called Mount Vesuvius.

It was always erupting, a real pain in the ass,

a real problem. See what I mean?

So, around 305 A.D., this stupid volcano

decides it's gonna blow again.

San Gennaro shows up,

puts up the hand, does a miracle

and the volcano calmed down.

The crowd is cheering. He's, like, a hero.

The Roman emperor doesn't like this.

He's getting very jealous, so he decides

to have San Gennaro whacked. What's he do?

He chopped off his head.

- Okay, uh-- - That sealed the deal.

- They needed to hear that part? - They do need--

It's important. All right, look, the point

of this whole dissertation, you know what it is?

Never volunteer for nothing.

Very nice.

- No good deed goes unpunished. - Very nice. Come on, kids.

- I got to get you back. - No good deed.

Hey.

There he is.

I got the call from Quiet Ray. It's time.

Here we go.

Just you.

How you feeling?

Good. You guys enjoy the view.

I'm in the kitchen.

There he is.

- Hey, Ray. - Come here, you crazy bastard.

How you doing, pal?

Long time, eh?

Long, long time. Lifetime.

I need your finger.

For what?

My ten-year-old grandkid's birthday today.

- Put it right here. - You want me to hold it there?

- Yeah, hold it right here. - All right.

My wife used to do this shit, but me,

you know, I got to-- Ah, fuck it.

That's good enough, that's good enough.

Look at you. You're all tan.

Well, Oklahoma's a sunny state.

- Sunny state, huh? - Mm-hmm.

I could use some of that.

Look, uh, I know you're busy here,

running around, doing things.

I just wanted to say I'm glad

- you come in to talk to me. - Yeah, it's always great

to talk to the boss.

All right, let's talk about the Invernizzis.

First of all,

I wasn't too happy, the way they did your deal.

I would've done a lot better, you know that.

I mean, you do 25 years

and they fuck you over like that?

It's behind me, Ray.

Well, it don't have to be.

I want to give you

what you were promised.

Your own family, your own territory.

You could run it however the hell you want to run it.

I appreciate that, Ray, but I'm happy with what I got.

Be realistic.

You're not a faccia da culo cowboy.

You're a boss.

Ray, I built something.

Something good, strong, something I'm proud of.

Tulsa is my home now.

It kind of grew on me.

As for New York...

...it's in good hands with you.

You know,

I always liked you. You make things happen.

And we both came from nothing

and we-we made something.

It's like what you're doing now out in Tulsa.

Mm-hmm.

But now...

...it's time to share.

Share? Sure, I get that.

I don't think you do.

You know, it's very disrespectful

when you don't share

with your real family.

Do I have to paint a fucking picture for you?

No, Ray.

You can keep all the paints out of this.

I get the picture.

And you're right.

Sharing's good.

As long as you're sharing

with somebody

you want to share with.

You know, luck isn't permanent.

Nothing is, Ray.

Good seeing you.

So, I got to play mind-reader?

He offered me my own territory.

Oh, that's generous, right?

And he also offered me retirement.

Hey, you know he don't fuck around.

Maybe retirement's worth consideration.

Yeah. Not happening.

Oh, my Lord.

I need a tank, you understand, son?

Want to take up the road, want people

to see me when I'm coming.

Well, now, this Eldorado, ma'am,

is a tank, that it is.

Folks'll see you coming a long way off.

How many miles are on the motor?

Well, why don't we hop in and take

a little look-see. Look, I'm gonna cut the shit.

This here's a car that I would buy for my own mother.

You think I'm old enough to be your mother?

Say something to be sweet and somehow

it still comes out wrong.

That happen a lot, cowboy?

More than you'd think.

What are you in the market for--

something built for comfort

or speed?

That's your line?

Who says it can't be both?

Goddamn, are you a sight for sore eyes.

How you doing, Cleo?

Can't be good if I'm back in Tulsa.

So, how long you home for?

How's Papa Montague?

He's selling the distillery.

Bullshit. Since when?

Business has been bad, Mitch, for a long time.

Taxes on the house, upkeep.

Selling will cover it, then some.

Who's in line to purchase?

Three guesses, but you'll get it in one.

Jeremiah Dunmire.

That son of a bitch is the tyrant of Tulsa.

Is what it is.

Bad people getting away with bad things.

In the event I choose not to purchase from Mitch's Auto City,

think of me fondly.

I'm good.

I saw your commercial, Mitch.

You need this more than I do.

What are you doing later?

Got to help my dad.

We got one hell of a yard sale

going tomorrow, if you want to stop by.

I just may.

Hey, Cleo?

I always think of you fondly.

Oh, God damn.

Hey, how you doing, young lady?

Fine. Thanks for the job.

Ah, you're welcome.

It keeps my days free for classes.

Yeah, what are you studying?

Business, mostly.

Smart.

Why you ain't call me, man?

You know I would've picked you up from the airport.

I got it, I got it.

Man, you can't even drive.

You can't even fit in no car, man. Get out of here.

Bet I'd drive you through a fucking wall.

- Yeah, whatever, haystacks. - Mm-hmm.

So, tell me about the Big Apple, O.G. How was it?

The fuck? You copying my style now?

Man, he's showing off, look at him.

Man. What, you want me dressing like this hayseed?

Get out of here.

- Hello, Spencer. - Hello, Margaret.

- It's good to see you. - You too.

Would you like anything special?

I could use a cold beer.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Why'd you walk away?

You know why.

Mm. Actually, I don't.

You know, when they took me away...

I wasn't given any choices.

But I know they're gonna ask me to do some dark shit.

And, knowing that,

I don't want you around this.

Or me.

I mean, seriously,

what's the attraction?

I'm an over-the-hill goombah, that's the truth.

Who dresses really well.

I'm trying to be fucking serious here.

I'm being fucking serious.

I'm sorry.

Good. 'Cause I ain't going nowhere.

- Oh. - What?

Oh.

God.

Is it my birthday? What's this?

I had it made before everything went sideways.

Oh...

Damn.

You are the General, right?

Right.

Thank you.

'Cuz.

- There he is. - Uh-huh.

So, what's up-- close up early?

Yep.

"Yep?" What's that mean, you just left?

Yeah, I did.

I left it in the hands of Fred,

who actually enjoys that shit

because you are looking at a man who fucking hates it.

What's the problem?

Look, Dwight, that job's not me.

All right? I'm not a fucking clown.

Did I think that I wanted to do something different? Yeah.

- Mm. - But now, every day,

when I walk through those doors

and I smell those fucking cars--

Smell the cars?

Look, smell the cars, see the cars, who cares?

It just depresses me, Dwight.

Listen, you don't want to be doing something

you don't want to do because, trust me, life is too short.

Funny you should mention that.

Out of nowhere, an old girlfriend of mine who--

let's just say we were very close until I did

prison time-- her and her father are having

a problem with their distillery.

She just came back into town

and gave me this.

Well, now, the truth be told. You were embarrassed

because this broad saw you in your

- "home on the range" costume. - Yeah, yeah, yeah, look,

it-it was fucking embarrassing,

all right?

- All right? It was horrible. - Yeah.

Taste this.

That's her father's brand. He's a master distiller.

He's selling his business, liquor license with it.

You know how hard it is to get a license

when you have a record?

It's impossible.

If anybody can figure it out, you can, General.

And besides, it's rare one goes on the market

outside the family. Now, that--

that is priceless.

Huh?

That's good. That's smooth. That's top shelf.

Man's a genius. Been doing it for generations.

This is a very interesting opportunity

that rarely comes along. Rarely.

He's being strong-armed by a guy named Dunmire.

Been around a long time,

carries a lot of weight.

Dunmire.

Let me handle him.

Hey, Grace. I like the hair.

Felt like a change.

Bodhi?

Come with me.

Hey, I should be at the grow-up,

and yet I'm here. Why?

Because Dwight asked you to be.

And where is Dwight?

He needs you to run an errand. Come on.

What kind of errand?

One that'll piss me off, no doubt.

Yes?

We need you to deliver K.C.'s share of the weed proceeds.

The cash is in the safe.

No, I'm not going to Kansas City.

Dwight wants this?

I'm speaking for Dwight.

Bodhi, you don't have to go all the way.

It's a rendezvous, there's, uh, a midpoint.

I texted you an address. Take Grace,

- pick up Tyson on the way. - Yeah, why don't you just

- send Tyson? - Jesus, Bodhi.

K.C. are legit gangsters.

You don't send one person, you send a team.

This is team building. You're a team player, right?

That a trick question?

Go.

Represent.

So?

Road trip.

Got to make a drop to the K.C. crew,

pick up Tyson on the way.

You okay?

Excellent.

Just dropping off cash to the guy who killed Jimmy.

Why wouldn't I be okay?

Our next item up for bid

is lot number 226, this beautiful bust

has been in the family for over 80 years.

Up next, take a look back at table 122...

Well, this is, uh, different.

What's this?

- Oh, a fire puffer. - Nah, it's called a bellows.

Use it to blow out candles when your lips get tired.

Ball-breaker.

Wasn't sure you'd show up.

Well, I said I would.

Dwight Manfredi,

meet Cleo Montague.

Nice to meet you.

Heard a lot about you and your family.

Also the problems you're having.

Yeah, well, I told Mitch

that there's only one person in line, it's Dunmire.

Ah.

Does he have a contract with you?

Binding handshake.

Is your father around? 'Cause if he is,

I'd like to talk with him.

Sure.

Hey...

What the fuck is this?

This is my all-electric whip, friend.

Hell nah, this grasshopper green, bro.

I can't be seen in this shit, bruh.

I'm-a get my whip, a'ight?

Hey, don't worry. Windows are tinted.

You're good. No one will see you.

K.C. is gonna see us.

Fuck k.c. Dwight's orders.

Money's in the boot. This is the ride.

Let's get it done.

God damn.

Nice place.

I hear you're selling your distillery.

I'd love to make an offer,

because this is a good opportunity.

I'm sorry.

With respect, and I'm the last person to throw stones,

but I've read about you.

Someone with a criminal record.

It's tough for a felon to get a license,

but where there's a will, there's a way.

Well, even if I could sell it to you,

it's already spoken for.

A handshake deal

with some guy named Dunmire?

Jeremiah is a... an old family friend.

Well, it's good to have friends.

Can I ask you what this guy is giving you, this Dunmire?

Well, uh,

that I'm gonna have to keep to myself.

I'm saying, you know, ballpark.

In the vicinity of, say, what number?

I'm-I'm sorry, I-I just, I can't discuss it.

I'll double it.

Tempting.

But when I shook that hand,

I tied my own.

It's, uh,

complicated.

And I hope you understand.

Sure.

You tell your dad you saw me?

Mitch, he almost shot you off our porch last time.

You didn't answer my question.

I think I did.

No, you didn't.

Besides, that was a long time ago.

I'm since reformed.

You always been charming, you ain't never been reformed.

My word.

The prodigal daughter's done returned.

Cole Dunmire.

Hello, Mitch.

It's a long time, cowboy.

How's the roping and doping these days?

Oh, shit.

I ain't been on the circuit in a long time.

Oh, that's right. Though you had that pain problem.

Oh, and then the prison problem.

But now you sling shit-boxes

and dress up like a clown.

I forgot.

Yeah? I ain't forgot what a braindead,

Daddy's boy asshole you are.

What do you want, Cole?

Well, I can think of a number of things.

Hey, let's cut the shit, all right?

Nah, easy, hero.

I just come to deliver a message,

you know, from my daddy to yours.

So, deliver it, then.

It was good seeing you.

You too.

We'll see you around.

Yo, Bodhi, put me on the aux, boy.

This shit is ash, man. What is this?

Driver controls the tunes.

Them's the rules, Tyson.

Bro, I don't even want to be in this vehicle

in the first place, dude.

We about to perpetrate some gangster shit, man.

We need a soundtrack for that,

not this old '70s porno elevator music, bro.

- Fine, fine. - I'm falling asleep back here.

Anything to keep you quiet.

There. Thank you.

Hey, yo, Bodhi,

what's up with this damn car, man?

I know you trolling, right?

Get you a Cybertruck or something, man.

Those go to Mars. Be in the future, right?

- Bulletproof, man. - Hey, it's working, isn't it?

It's getting-- Oh, wait.

Wait, we have a problem.

- What? - What?

Um, well, we're supposed to meet them

five miles past the halfway point.

Okay.

We're not gonna make it.

We have to pull over to charge.

The fuck out of here. Are you serious?

Deadass.

How was that?

It's a start.

Hey, Jesus.

Hey, Tyson, what's up?

Yo, Dwight, we got to change the location

- for this K.C. meetup. - Why?

'Cause Bodhi's toy fucking car lost the charge premature.

Jesus Christ. Patch in Bevilaqua, would you?

- Yeah? - Please hold for Mr. Manfredi.

Mr. Manfredi?

Hey, Bill. I need you to talk to my man, Tyson.

Tyson, talk to Bill.

Tyson? Who the fuck's Tyson?

That the fart catcher who drives your ass around?

Whoa, what the fuck is you talking to, man?

I'm talking to you. Who am I fucking talking to?

Dwight, what's up?

Just hear him out, Bill, for chrissake.

Tyson, talk.

Look, there's a charging station five miles south

- of the meeting point. - Fuck this nonsense.

All right? Dwight, what is this,

some kind of fucking amateur hour?

What's the big deal? For chrissake,

just send a couple guys.

I'll tell you what. Listen to me.

Why don't you gather your fucking assholes,

have them drive down to my house,

drop my percentage at the fucking gate,

and then fuck off till next month?

How's that sound? Does that sound like a simple plan?

How's this? It's late in the day,

we're going with the new plan. Ciao.

You fuck.

Is this guy ever fucking calm?

Hey, Dwight.

Hey. What do you got?

- For my mother. - Yeah,

she's gonna be thrilled with that.

What'd the old man say about the distillery?

Ah, Dunmire's got his hooks in the guy right now.

Ah. Then maybe it's better it doesn't happen.

I mean, New York finds out about it, it won't be good.

Hey, listen. You either move to the front of the line

like this guy did,

or you move to the back where it's gonna be

really fucking boring.

Let's go, Rumpelstiltskin.

Let's do it.

All right, so, bet. When they get here,

we just gonna let me handle all the talking, all right?

What is there to talk about?

"Here." It's not a three-act play.

You want to get spicy with me right now, Bodhi?

Do I want to get s-spicy with you?

All right, look, how about you just play the mute

instead of the jester,

and I'm-a handle everything else.

You think I'm a jester?

- Yeah, I do. - Play nice, children.

Easy.

Same fucking car.

- Are you packing? - Of course.

All right, y'all.

Looks like it just got real, huh?

This bullshit ride. Give us what we came for.

Gentlemen,

welcome to Oklahoma.

- Let's have it. - We apologize

for the inconvenience, you know, the location change

and everything. These are not even my regular people, so...

We give a shit? Where's the money?

- Oh. - The snap. The snap.

Damn.

All right, you're good.

Hold up.

The fuck is this?

Oh, shit. Oh, sh--

I-I... I grabbed the wrong duffel.

That's... that's my duffle for OCC,

Oklahoma Comic Convention.

- I'm sure you're familiar. - Fuck's the money?

Yo, what the fuck is going on, man?

Honest mistake.

Look, you're already halfway there,

so why don't you just follow us back to the shop

where the cash is? You know the way, right?

Pat 'em down.

God.

Hey, that's-that's not a gift, all right?

I need my shit back.

- Me too. - Shut up.

You-- get in our car now.

You guys--

stay with these fucking assholes

and this piece of shit car.

And they better have our fucking money,

'cause if they don't,

I'll call you, you kill 'em both. Got it?

- Got it. - Yeah.

It'll be okay.

Front seat, asshole.

So, what, y'all just gonna stand there

with the guns pointing at me for three hours?

Shut up.

Your arms are gonna get tired.

I'm strong.

Let's go, funny man.

Get this fucking over with.

Are you familiar with the term photographic memory?

Hurry it up.

Every moment of my life is like a photograph

I can revisit in great detail.

You have a very memorable face.

I see your face maybe 50 times a day.

The fuck do you mean? Are we done?

Have you lost your fucking mind?

Yeah.

After you killed my best friend.

What are you fucking talking about? That's bullshit.

I don't know nobody you know.

You were trying to kill both of us,

but you're a lousy shot. You only got him.

Why? Because you were being a good little lackey?

You do whatever Daddy tells you to do?

Because it's the fucked-up ethos

of your gangster bullshit?!

Say "thank you

for sparing my worthless,

shitty little life."

Say it.

Thank you...

for sparing my

worthless, shitty,

stupid life?

Close enough.

Grab your money and get the fuck out.

I need a corner. Somewhere,

- Get me a corner. - Corner.

You know, my brother got kicked out of school

for the third time, he got a job

on the docks moving liquor crates.

It paid well.

I'd watch the wise guys watch the trucks coming and going,

and, like, what was gonna fall off the back

and what was gonna get boosted.

And then you became

one of those guys.

I was impressionable, Margaret.

Mm, sure.

An impressionable young man looking for a role model.

Aw, fuck that.

I'm busy.

Don't steal my pieces.

Please.

Fuck.

People calling past 10:30.

Hello?

Fuck you, "hello."

Oh, that's nice. What's the problem?

Fifteen percent off the top,

simple fucking math. Just hand it over.

But, no, one of your fucking idiots pulled some weird shit

with my man in the fucking weed shop,

put a gun in his face. In his fucking face.

- He's grieving, Bill. - He's what?

What the fuck does that have to do

with pulling a pistol on my man?

Because your man shot his best friend, that's why.

And I talked to Bodhi. I heard his story

and I'm backing his play.

Did you get what you were owed?

Yeah, I got what I was owed. That's not the point.

Actually, it is.

Hello?

This motherf...

You don't want to sell to Dunmire.

I think you're feeling boxed in

because of this handshake

from a guy who was twisting your arm.

No, the Dunmires and my family

have a relationship that goes back generations.

Relationship or rivalry?

Sell to Dunmire, you lose control.

That's why I'm here to support you,

you said you're tired.

I am.

Unfortunately, I don't have the will, Mr. Manfredi.

And you can't get a license.

You never know.

But the main thing here is your legacy.

Now, your daughter is gonna have

a significant piece. You are gonna have enough

to live very well, keep your house

and keep your legacy.

It's a win-win.

Dunmire will react.

When I partner with someone,

their friend is my friend.

Their enemy is my enemy.

So, what do you say?

Let me be your friend.

D-Dad, I got to show you--

The Lord before all else, Cole.

Oh, dear Lord.

We thank you for this bounty.

As you nourish, we shall serve.

- Amen. - Amen.

Now, we got a problem with Montague.

What problem would that be?

Yeah?

Clear your schedule.

Next few days, when I call,

you need to be ready to move.

Move where?

You'll know where when you need to know where.

You've been spending a lot of time with Montague lately.

You want to tell me about that?

You got eyes on me?

I'll be in touch.

It's been a minute since I've been welcomed

into this house, Theodore.

It's been a minute since there was a reason

to welcome you, Jeremiah.

Or your father.

Or your father's father.

Well...

sins of the fathers

don't get handed down generation to generation.

No, sir.

And in your family's case, they're compounded.

Riddle me this, Theodore.

Did we or did we not shake on a deal?

It was a bad deal, Jeremiah.

For me and for my family.

You forced my hand.

My family's hand.

You've been forcing it a long time.

I got a better offer

from someone who respects

what we've built here.

Fair enough, Theodore.

Fair enough.

I just came by to give you my blessings

on this new endeavor.

- Oh! No! Wait. - Get in there!

No. No! No!