All language subtitles for The Lowdown 2025 S01E03 720p x264-FENiX[EZTVx.to].srt - eng(2)

[train whistle blowing]

[♪ "The Night Before" playing on radio]

♪ I wake up Sunday morning ♪

♪ With my mind all in a haze ♪

♪ Tear stains on my pillow ♪

♪ And make-up on my face ♪

♪ I see those empty whiskey bottles ♪

♪ And records scattered on the floor ♪

♪ And from the next room, I hear crying ♪

♪ Then I remember the night before ♪

[♪ song fades]

Here you go.

[breathes deeply, sniffs]

This is hazelnut?

Damn, that's warm.

Hey, coffee's hot.

Henry installed one of those, uh,
thing-a-majigs, whatever.

-Coffee machine.
-Yeah.

-You're still here, huh?
-[Henry] Here to help, boss.

Yeah, with him here,
let's see those dudes try to chuck

you in the back of the trunk now, pedo.
Ain't going down.

Stop calling me pedo, okay?

It is not a cool nickname.

All right, goddamn. What the fuck
am I supposed to call you, then?

I don't know.
Lefty, Lucky, something cool.

Hey, no, no, no, no, no, no,
that's not how nicknames work, dawg.

Start calling you Scarecrow.

Why? Cause I'm tall?

Nah, dude,
'cause you don't use your fucking brain.

-[scoffs]
-[Henry laughs]

Listen, call me my name, Lee,
or you'll be working at the bus plant.

Lee. Okay, yeah, we got it, Lee.

Ol' Left Nut Lee.

-[laughs]
-[Lee] Oh, jeez.

Lunatic Lee.

-[engine revs]
-Lee, we got you, Lee!

What a classic stinker.

[♪ song continues]

[Henry, Waylon cawing]

Because your mom doesn't like you
staying at the bookstore anymore.

-'Cause it's not safe.
-Why isn't it safe?

It's that one right there, see it?

-That one?
-Yeah.

Here we go.

[Vicky] So, actually
it has two full baths,

which personally I think
is super rare for a quadplex.

[Lee] You said it was a duplex.

It's quadplex.

so, it's like an apartment.

Anyway, I think it would be
awful nice for a young girl

on the cusp of womanhood
to have your own shower.

Come on, you can put all your girly
stuff in there, like your hair products,

and your nail stuff, and your
trimmers for your personal grooming.

Sneaking all the boys over. [giggling]

-Vicky?
-Yes.

How did the estate sale finish off, huh?

Did you sell all those
books in Dale's study?

-I did, actually. I made quite a profit.
-Mm-hmm. Who's the lucky winner?

-Let me guess, Ray?
-[chuckles]

Actually, you know what?
He stood me up, that scamp.

Yeah, he said he was coming,
and he never showed.

-What do you mean? Who bought 'em?
-Fuck if I know.

-Sorry.
-What do you mean? You-You don't remember?

No, I don't remember. There were like
500 people in the house. [chuckling]

[inhaling sharply]

Uh, speaking of houses,
do you wanna rent this one?

Because, um, honestly,
I am late for a full Brazilian.

How's the neighborhood?

It's affordable.

Yeah, but is it safe?

Tulsa has the worst crime
in the country, you know.

-Per capita.
-[Vicky] Well, that's depressing.

Um…

I don't know, there's like a cute little
police station nearby, if that helps.

[chuckles] Um… It's… [stammers]

But, okay, actually
that probably makes it worse. [chuckles]

Feels safe. We'll take it.

-Really?
-Great!

[caws]

[panting] Okay, I can see him.

[grunts, panting]

Hey. There he is. [panting]

May I?

Goddamn.

-Getting old, it ain't for sissies.
-Mmm.

Listen, thanks for meeting me, Chubs.

I wanted to check in
on that prick reporter.

I told him to stay away.

Good, I had my lawyers put a call on to
that paper, that Heartland Press. [groans]

It's a long-form magazine.

I don't care what it is.
The guy cornered me in a bathroom,

my dick in my hands,
like a goddamn psychopath.

The guy asking me questions
about skinheads and kidnapping!

I'm sorry, I don't mean to raise my voice.

[sighs] Look, there's something else too.

Something I need done.

I'm gonna be looking at getting
a security detail if I'm elected.

Protect me from nutjobs like Lee Raybon.

You do me this favor, this thing,

I'd be hard pressed to find a better
candidate to fill that need.

What's the job? [sighs]

All right.

It's a favor and it's delicate.

How delicate?

It needs a sensitive touch.

[♪ country band playing]

Don't listen too long.
They'll expect money. Come on.

Okay, you're giving them money.

Thank you.

-[Lee] How much you give him? All right.
-It was just a buck.

Is this about the guy
that came by the store?

Listen, if I've learned one thing
in the past week,

it's that the world is crazy,
and they hate writers.

Mom says you say that all the time.

Say what?

That they hate writers. They don't
actually hate writers, they just hate you.

Okay. [scoffs] That's crazy, okay?

-People love me, all right?
-[scoffs]

And I don't know why she…

[whispers] Look at him.

Bow-tie wearing… Watch this.

-Watch somebody lie.
-[line ringing]

Just don't go to funeral homes.

Well, good luck to you, Al.
Sorry about that.

Oh, no.

Lee Raybon, the king of Tulsa.

Hey, Ray.

I was thinking about swinging over
the antique mall. You there?

I can pick up the books.

Oh, I'd love to see you Lee,
but you know what?

I went to Dallas
to a big old antique fair.

You went to Dallas, huh?

Looking cute in plaid.

I don't know how
the cowboys gonna feel about that.

What a joyous day it is.
I knew you were here. I saw you earlier.

Yeah. I knew you knew.

Francis, somehow you look
prettier every time I see you.

And you somehow look worse.

[whispers] Okay, that's because I spent
the night in the fucking trunk of a car.

Why'd you crawl into it?

[Lee] Yeah, 'cause I was murdered.

[Ray] Listen to yourself.

DHS is gonna take your kid away
talking like that.

I know you don't have the books,
all right? And I gave you $1500.

[Ray] Technically all you gave me was
a stolen Joe Brainard, and you know what?

-Maybe it was a fake.
-Okay, it was not a fake!

And come on!
You said you'd get me the books!

I know. And you know what?
I went right over there, I swear.

-You went right over?
-Yes. I had to close up my shop first,

but I went over there and guess what?
This bitch beat me to it.

-What bitch?
-Catalina.

-Catalina? Uh-huh.
-Mm-hmm. Yeah, she's an old antique rat,

a bruja, a literal witch, Lee.

She must have put some kind of hex
on your little cooch mouse, Vicky.

Ray. She sells antiques, so she's here.

-You take me to her--
-No, she not here.

I got her kicked out of
the Tulsa Antique mill years ago.

She now sells her shit
way out by Lake Keystone.

That's where she lives with some sad sack.

You'd probably love him.

[sighs]

Ray.

Ray, don't walk away from me. Come on.

Why do you need those books so bad anyway?

I don't need the books.

I need what is inside the books.

That might be the most
pretentious thing you ever said.

Are you okay? You got a fever?

Look, they're gonna lead me
to Dale's killer, okay?

I mean, I'm the furthest
one to wanna spread a rumor,

but you know your friend,
Frank Martin, okay?

-At Akron?
-What about him?

Yeah, all right.
Well, he's… he knows Donald Washberg.

Everybody knows Donald Washberg.

Yeah, political influencers,
corporate raiders know Donald Washberg.

[groans] Frank Martin plays
golf and drinks tawny port.

He's just another born-rich prick.

And he hires
murderous ex-con skinheads, all right?

Didn't know that.
Alan Murphy, ginger, murderer.

It's the guy at the store?

Okay… [stammers]
…you're not supposed to be listening!

-Stop listening!
-What?

-Don't listen, all right? Just--
-Believe me,

I made a point a long time ago
never to listen to your daddy.

Yeah, and I'm the only
one who ever tells you the truth.

What does that say about you?

[scoffs] I never should have put
you in that room with Frank.

Oh, and you're one to talk
about rough company.

I thought you'd be into second chances
for lowly ex-cons

-considering you're one yourself.
-[shushes]

It's okay, Dad. I know you went to jail.
Mom told me.

What, she told you that?

-No. I overheard her talking to Johnny.
-Oh. Great. She told Johnny that?

-She said it was a week.
-Yeah, and it was four days, all right?

-And a morning. [sighs]
-Okay.

-She didn't say what you did.
-Lord, I went and done it now.

[stammers] Jail's not as bad as you think.
All right?

There's a lot of good people in jail.
Nelson Mandela, Muhammad Ali,

-Martin Luther King.
-Okay, so great black men of history?

All right, Merle Haggard, Chet Baker,

-Oscar Wilde.
-Charles Manson.

If you don't go to jail,
you're doing it wrong, okay?

-Oh, for God's sake.
-Except you. I went to jail

-so you don't have to.
-[moans] Oh, he's Jesus now.

The point is, don't listen to anyone,
especially men in power.

Or crazy women in Tahlequah.

-Yeah. Or crazy women in Tahlequah.
-All right. Goodbye now.

-No, we're going to Keystone Lake.
-Oh. No, we're not.

Oh, then give me the 1500 bucks.

Well, I am not sitting
on that bucket again.

-I put a pad on it. Come on. Let's go.
-You put a pad on it.

-Get in there. Come on.
-You put a pad on it.

-It smells like shit in here.
-Yeah.

Jesus! God.

[Ray] Francis, you'd like
to ride on the bucket.

It's like going to a carnival ride.

Ow. This place stinks.

It's like a shit took a shit in here.

I have an AARP card,
for Christ's sake. [groans]

-[Lee] All right, this must be it, huh?
-[Ray] How should I know?

I haven't seen that sorcerer
since the Obama administration.

[Francis] Why does she live
in a houseboat?

[Ray] Uh, she married a poacher.
Guess it's his place.

She suckered that poor fool
for a green card, she-devil's way.

Enough, Ray. All right,
let's just… Let's do this thing.

What? Well, I can't go with you, man.

If she sees me,
you'll never get those books.

How many times do I have to tell you
she's vengeful and deranged?

Besides,
look at all the meth heads around here.

You can't leave the child
alone out here with them.

I'll go with you, Dad.

Uh-uh. Wouldn't advise that.
Child sacrifice?

That hag's not above chopping off
your head and making it into a lamp.

Okay. You and Ray, just chill out
in the restaurant. I'll find the books.

[Ray] Father of the year, you are.

Oh, damn it. I can't get out.

-Hey, shitbird, let me outta here!
-[bangs on door]

-Is he stuck?
-[Ray] Where's… There's no handle…

There's no… Hey, hello, thank you. Ooh!

[grunts] Ow.

-You can handle the door?
-Yeah, I got the door.

I'm the oldest one here,
and I gotta sit on the bucket.

That was the worst ride
I've ever had in my life.

Now, one time I rode a horse
all summer long in an awful summer camp.

-[Francis] Make him stop.
-[Lee] How do you turn the radio off?

[Ray] You know if they have salad?

[chuckling] You gonna put this
on your eggs, huh?

Oh, yeah. It's what grandma used to do.
Gets my sugar up.

[server] Yeah, whatever.

Uh, hello friends, come on in.

We got water on tap,
and whiskey from the well.

-[Ray] Oh, I'll have a double, please.
-[server] Yes, sir.

All right. We need a plan.

Well, first off, she's not just gonna
hand you those Jim Thompson…

[groans]

Catalina's heart
is like a charcoal briquette.

She gets one whiff of what you want,
and she'll hide all

the good stuff, or ratchet
that price right through the roof.

Hell, you might not even
get through the front door.

I can get through any door.

-Oh, you can?
-Yeah.

You're Jesus and Batman.

You know, you never said what you did.

What I did?

-Yeah, to go to jail.
-Oh, oh, oh.

-Thanks.
-Oh, no, thank you.

I'd love to hear that story too.

All right, look, you're a big kid.
I'm gonna shoot straight with you, okay?

There was a girl, I mean, a woman.

Oh. A woman?

-Yeah, she used to come by the bookstore.
-Mm-hmm.

She loved Eudora Welty, you know,
Peter Winch.

This is a cool chick, right?

-Woman.
-[inhales sharply] Yeah.

-[chuckles]
-[Lee] We went out of town.

Wild weekend, uh, etc.

-This is the PG-rated version.
-[stammers] Okay.

She left me in Tahlequah with one shoe.

-Okay. So, you get it.
-What?

-No.
-It's complicated.

-Oh, it certainly is.
-[server] All right, here you are.

-Anchors down and bottoms up. [sighs]
-Oh.

-Here you go, sir. And for the lady.
-Thank you.

-[clears throat] Cheers.
-If you need anything, let me know.

-Yeah.
-Yeah. [sighs]

[Ray] Mmm.

-Mmm.
-Ooh.

Boy, that's strong.

You said the husband's a poacher?

Fake husband.

-Yeah. Sit tight.
-[doorbell jingles]

I got a plan. [grunts]

[gags]

-Pearl?
-What?

Join me for some margaritas.

I don't want a margarita. [sniffles]

Are you crying?

Yeah, that's what you do when people die.

Well, are you hungry?

I can make you a sandwich.

Hand me that deli meat.

-It's bologna.
-And that's deli meat.

You need to stop drinking.

[sniffles] I'm gonna go stay at Avery's.

[doorbell rings]

I can't be here.

[knocks on door]

But I've got the bologna.

[door opens]

Hey, Betty Jo.

Uh…

Hey, Marty.

[scoffs] Did I win the sweepstakes?

-[chuckles] I wish.
-Yeah.

Look, uh, I was asked by
Donald to deliver this to you.

Uh, he wants to give that
to you and Pearl as a gift.

It's $10,000.

[stammers] Well, yeah, I can see that.

And he wants you to know
that he's taking over the property.

[stammers, sighs]

I beg your pardon?

Look, Donald believes that the upkeep
of the ranch is too much for you,

and he wants to put you
in a place more manageable.

And he thinks he can do this
on what authority?

[sighs]

He doesn't think. He has the authority.

Because of
the prenuptial agreement you signed.

Uh, an agreement I signed with my husband,
Dale, not Donald the Dickless wonder

who sends other men to do his dirty work.

I don't know all the details, Betty Jo,
but I've been informed that the agreement

you signed was between you and the
family trust, not Dale as an individual.

And the trust controls the property
and the trust has spoken on this matter.

But look, it's like… [sighs]
It's like Hamlet.

I could be bound in a nutshell
and think myself a king of infinite space.

-Fuck you.
-Come on, B--

Fuck your little nutshells,
get the fuck off my front porch, Hamlet.

Betty, come on.

You think you owe him something?

Let me tell you something, Chubs.

Donald's not loyal to you. Mm-mmm.
He's not loyal to anyone.

He'll keep you around while you're useful,

you know, patting his back,
cupping his balls,

but as soon as you ain't,
he'll toss you away like so much trash.

And let me tell you something else,
he cries when he cums.

Oh, shit, I didn't need to know that.

Tell Donald to go fuck himself
because he's already fucked me.

[door closes]

I didn't need to know that.

[groans]

[Lee] Fish and Wildlife!

Sergeant… Uh, Special Agent Cooper!

Lee Cooper. Fish and Wildlife!

Hello! Hey!

Fish and Wildife.

Witchy.

Special Agent Cooper.

Lee Cooper. Fish and Wildlife.

[mumbles]

Yes.

[grunts]

What the fuck is this?

Caviar?

Hey, hey.

I'm talking to you.

Special Agent Lee Cooper, here, all right?

Fish and Wildlife.
Hey, I'm talking to you.

Dumbass…

[♪ electric guitar playing]

[distorted shouts, screams]

Wakey, wakey, dickhole.

[grunts]

The serpent has arisen.

[person 2] Standby.

[grunts]

-I'm not… Okay.
-Shut the fuck up.

But if I could… Okay.

[shushes]

[Francis] And weren't you scared?

[Ray] To the bone.

So you just walked right in?

Yeah, I walked right in there.

[smacks lips] I looked her right
in the eyes and I said,

"Mother, this is who I am.

A proud gay man." [chuckles]

I was hardly a man, I was 15 years old.

I don't know what possessed me.

She had her Bible literally open on
her lap, doing her morning devotions.

Of course that fine
Christian woman also had

an industrial sized
vibrator in her underwear drawer.

Ugh. I'm sorry. [snorts]

I got to be boring you. [sighs]

Liquor makes me nostalgic.

Talk of poor dead
Dale Washberg makes me sad.

His whole life in a closet.

Never able to be his true self.

That's why I don't think he was murdered.

I think that poor man was just…
He was done with all that pain.

Anyway, I think your daddy,
he is good at what he does, he truly is,

but this time… [groans]

…there's just no cat up that tree
he's barking at, not this time.

-[slurps]
-Shouldn't he be back by now?

If I know Catalina,
she' s putting him through the ringer.

Or burning him at the stake.

But your daddy is a phoenix.

He'll be back.

That's why we love him. We love him.

-I gotta pee.
-Okay.

[Ray] Ooh.

Wish I did. Something's wrong down there.

[♪ "Stormy" playing]

Sal!

Another one, please.

♪ You are the wind, stormy ♪

[continues on radio]
♪ You're free to be free ♪

♪ You are the wind, stormy ♪

♪ Come whisper 'round me ♪

♪ I've felt you wild, stormy ♪

♪ And how gentle you are ♪

♪ I've felt you wild, stormy ♪

♪ Please don't drift too far ♪

♪ No one can hold you ♪

♪ You die when they try ♪

♪ Reach me with your breath ♪

♪ Don't blow right on by ♪

Excuse me.

What are you doing here?

-I was just--
-Just what?

I saw… I saw the bandanas.

-Huh.
-The… The door was open.

So… I shouldn't have.

That's right.

You shouldn't have.

What's your name, picarona?

Jesse.

It's inventory.

I sell antiques.

Oh. Maybe I could buy something.

[chuckles] You want to buy something?

Those crystals are cool.

Yeah.

-The wigs.
-Mmm.

Maybe these books?

You don't want those books.

I like Jim Thompson.

You like Jim Thompson?

What's your favorite?

The Alcoholics.

The Alcoholics
is no one's favorite Jim Thompson.

Well, it's mine.

What's it about?

Drunks.

[chuckles]

I like you.

Have a sit. You want something to drink?

[dogs barking]

[Lee breathing heavily]

-[person] Hey, brother.
-[Lee grunting]

Caught a rat.

[muffled] I'm not a rat.

-It's Fish and Wildlife, Marlon.
-[muffled] No, act… All right. Okay.

[person] I heard he'd been snooping
around, and sure enough,

got him with his dick
in a cookie jar. [chuckles]

[♪ "Wheel of Fortune" playing on radio]

[sighs]

[sniffs]

Fish and Wildlife
don't wear pants like that.

That is Saturday Night Fever pants.

He had a gun.

Oh. Of course he had a gun.

He's just some government worker
playing, like, undercover,

but he's just a…
he's like a headquarters type guy.

-I can tell.
-[stammers]

Let me see that gun.

Oh, that's cute. [sighs]

-[imitates gun]
-[chuckling]

Shoot birds with this?

[grunts]

[muffled] Can I? You know…
Okay, okay, okay.

[Marlon] Give us some privacy,
will you, boys?

-On your knees.
-[grunts]

[♪ song continues]

Sensual…

and lost…

paddlefish.

Paladin of the lake.

Polydon spathula.

That's a dinosaur name.

Spathula.

[sighs]

[Francis] Okay,
I don't know Jim Thompson.

-But my dad does, he loves him.
-[Catalina] Mmm.

He must be a deadbeat.

Well, he's a good dad.

[Catalina] Mmm.

Or he tries to be.

And where is this "good dad" right now?

I don't know actually.

I'm kind of worried.

Mi padre was a deadbeat too.

Here, let's have a sit.

Come here.

[Marlon] There was a time when
our daddy had free reign on this lake.

Goddamned Russians
didn't know the difference between…

paddlefish caviar and Beluga.

But Beluga is "classier."

Especially with the elites.

And that is what we're fighting.

That's what this is.

It's a class war. It's always been.

The haves against the have nothings.

It ain't black, ain't white, ain't Indian.

But it is, and you, Travolta…

you are one of the haves.

By the look of your pants.

[Marlon] See?

Shine don't sell no more.

Meth will get you thirty to life.

But caviar…

Caviar never hurt nobody.

But it's like gold to us.

We just sell it as Beluga.

[chuckles]

[♪ song continues]

[brother] Mmm, yeah.
Ain't sure you're gonna like this.

[muffled] No, I… [stutter] I don't…

-[shushes]
-I'm not…

I'm not…

Mmm.

-Yeah.
-[Marlon] It's tasty.

-[stutters] It's…
-Chew it slow, son.

No, it's… It's very good.

Just let it drip right down your chest.

Yeah. Listen. I'm…

I'm not really Fish and Wildlife. Right?

I stole this jacket, right?
It's a dumb disguise.

I-I was actually looking for books.

What you looking for books for?

To read them.

Wait.

You're looking for books?

Yeah. [chuckles]

That's all.

Well, shit,
you come to the wrong outlet mall.

-[chuckles]
-Huh?

But due to the structure of your mouth,
I'd never believe a word you say.

[brother] Me too.

[shakily] Could I just say
one thing though?

Yeah? Thank you. Just a little help.

Thank you.

I'm so interested in…

what y'all are talking about. [yelps]

-[grunts]
-[laughs]

All right, fish outta water, boys.

[distorted screams]

-Oh, thanks, man.
-Mm-hmm.

[Allen] Uh, can I get a coffee? Black.

Hmm.

[Allen] She's cute.

You're Governor Washberg's guy.

He's not governor yet.

Mmm. No faith.

Tell me your name again, pops.

[chuckles]

I don't recall telling you the first time.

I must have misremembered.

I'm Allen.

Never seen you
in here before, Allen.

Heard the coffee was good.
Thought I'd give it a try.

-Mmm.
-[server] Here you go, sir.

Heard you were quite
the hero at the memorial.

Tossed that journalist out on his ass.

And where did you hear that?

From my associates.

Ah.

Akron.

Proud supporters of the Washberg campaign.

That fucker's got some nerve, Lee Raybon.

Harassing a family in grief.

Yeah.

He's got some nerve all right.

He said something to Donald
about being kidnapped by skinheads.

You know what he was talking about?

I make it a point not to
keep up with skinheads.

You've been following him though.

Just what is your interest in all this?

Same as yours, I imagine.

Or what yours should be.

I don't follow.

[Allen] Just keep your nose up, pops.

[Lee] I'm sorry I panicked!

I panicked. [stutters] I'm sorry.

I just… I… [stutters]
I just wanted the stupid books.

I was trying to find some
woman named Catalina, and…

What did you say?

Catalina.

Oh. Now you fucked up.
That's just a whole new level of stupid.

-Wha… What?
-[brother] And you were doing so good.

He was starting to like you. I could tell.

And you had to go
and mention the evil one.

-You're the husband.
-[brother] She stole his heart.

And his boat.

My house.

His houseboat.

But he's…
he's pretty butthurt about it all.

I've-I've-I've never met her.

Like I said, I'm just…

I know it sounds dumb, you know,
but I'm looking for these books.

See, I'm a writer.

[both scoff, chuckling]

-Well, let's just say you're a writer.
-I am a writer.

You gonna write about all this?

What you've seen, what you heard?

You know, that can get a man killed.

[Lee] Well, I didn't see nothin'.

I haven't,
I don't care about what I did see.

I don't care about what I heard.
I don't care about what you're selling.

You know, I don't care about caviar.

-Easy.
-[Lee] Right, look.

I'm with you guys.

Okay? I am.
I am on your side hundred percent.

-I mean, I've been to jail.
-[scoffs]

-I have.
-Writer in prison. That's fresh.

Yeah, what, you never heard of
Merle Haggard? Right?

You never heard of Mahatma… [grunts]

-Henry David Thoreau?
-Look.

If you've been to prison,
I've been in the damn White House.

Okay, look.
I've been to jail more than once.

-[brother] That make you tough?
-[grunts] All right.

Tell us your tale of woe, Mr. Writer.

My tale of woe?

-Okay.
-[Marlon] Yeah.

All right. Well, if you really wanna hear
about it, I guess, uh,

the first thing you'll probably
want to know is

where I was born
and what my lousy childhood

was like and all that
David Copperfield kind of crap.

But to tell you the truth,
I really don't feel like going into that.

I mean, first of all,
'cause that stuff bores me.

Second of all, my parents
would have about two hemorrhages

a piece if I told
anything personal about 'em.

Not that I don't like my parents.
I'm not saying that.

That's just not what I wanna talk about.

What I wanna talk about
is the first time I did methamphetamines.

Oh, hell yeah.

Okay, so I'm at a Dairy Queen
in Fort Worth, Texas, getting a Blizzard.

Right? See a hot woman's behind me.

Attractive woman.

Kind of woman you might
see painted on the side

of a fighter jet,
you know what I'm saying?

Okay?

[Francis] But he didn't
leave me alone though.

His friend's here.

And he's drunk, but…

-[speaking Spanish]
-Sounds bad when I say it out loud.

It does.

Yeah.

But he loves me.

I know that.

Loves you so much,
he leaves you alone with the drunks.

[speaking Spanish]

I shouldn't judge.

This is good, by the way. Thanks.

You're nice, not like what I heard.

What have you heard?

I meant, like, not what I expected.

Mmm. Mm-hmm.

Could I have some more tea?

Sure.

So I wake up naked in a car.

But it ain't my car.

There's a three-legged dog lickin' my eye,
and Juan is hog-tied

in the back seat,
and that's when the cops show up.

Yeah.

What happened to the topless girl?

Never saw her again.

-Damn.
-Sometimes I wonder if she even existed.

[brother scoffs]

That is the goddamnedest story
I ever heard.

[Lee] You wanna know what?

It's those cops marched me

naked and afraid
into the back of that wagon.

All I could think about was how much
I just hurt my daughter.

I let her down.

I'm all she's got.

That's right.

[Lee] And I hurt her.

I did. I know that. You know?

And she's at the marina right now.

Waiting for me.

All alone.

I don't want her scared,
but I don't want her growing up

in a fucking quadplex either,
you know what I mean?

I mean, I'm… [sniffles]
I don't know. I'm confused.

[inhales sharply, sighs]

-I believe your story.
-Thank you.

There's too much damn detail
for it to be a lie.

I believe you are a writer.

Thank you.

You should write about us.

Yeah. We'd make a good book.

The Beluga Brothers.

[Lee] Good title.

-I wish I was a writer sometimes.
-[stammers]

[Marlon] I mean, I'd like to tell her
the truth of my soul,

no matter how she's wronged me.

I'm what you'd call
a poetic dyslexic. [chuckles]

[scoffs]

I got an idea.

You got a pen and paper?

[Ray] I'm just praying I keep it down,
Sal. My stomach's like the roaring seas.

-[Sal] Yeah, I'm pulling for ya.
-[Ray groans] Good.

-Let's go, let's go, let's go.
-What?

-I got the books, the Jim Thompsons.
-How? Where's Catalina?

-Right behind me. Now, come on. Let's go!
-Hang on, I gotta pay the bill.

Your daddy stuck me with it as usual.

-Are you kidding me? Come on, hurry!
-Hang on. Sal!

[panting]

[Marlon] Catalina, it's as if
the ancient ones themselves blew you…

-[Lee] Wait, wait, not "blew," "dreamt."
-…dreamt you into existence.

-You blew…
-No.

…fell into my life like how
the sunset falls on the Keystone Lake.

[Lee] Your very soul intertwined
into mine, and visions of

you danced like mirages
in the pirate tales of old.

[Marlon] I'm a passionate man
and believe that's why you love me.

[Lee] But to be all yours,
I must kill my passion.

[Marlon] That's a catch-22.

[Francis grunting]

[Marlon]
If I never have your company again,

I will cherish the memories
that we created.

If you move on to another, well,
that will be one lucky man.

Raymond Mosley.

Catalina Estragon.

I should've known it was you behind
all of this. So disgraceful, Ray.

Even for you. But you never had any class.

[chuckling] Class? You wouldn't know class
if it was tattooed on your tits.

[speaking Spanish]

-You half-assed Fagin!
-What'd you call me?

[chuckles]

If you don't know Dickens,
you don't deserve these books.

-She stole my books. Grab 'em.
-No. No! [grunts]

-[Ray] Give 'em back.
-[Francis] Stop, please.

[Lee] If you find it in you
to give me one more stab at it,

I would do everything that is within
me to give you the life you deserve.

-All right, good luck. Hey, Lee.
-Yeah.

-Pure poetry, brother. Thank you.
-All right.

I hope Catalina
sees in you what I see in you.

[Marlon] You and me both.

Francis!

Francis!

Francis!

-Dad?
-Francis!

Dad. Dad!

You have no idea
how happy I am to see you.

-I found them.
-What's wrong with him?

-What's wrong with you?
-[sighs] Don't look in the barrel.

-Why? What's in the barrel?
-It's-It's the books. But it's okay.

-Don't worry.
-Wait!

What? Who would do that?

-That bitch!
-Oh! [groans] Shit!

-Shit! They're first editions!
-We tried.

-Sorry.
-[Lee] Ugh! Ray!

-No, but Dad, no, it's okay.
-No!

-Stop. I promise--
-No, it's not okay!

-[Ray] I tried. I-I-I tried.
-No!

She had help from some man.
We all tried. I offered to pay her.

[Lee] Shit.

You never know you're
drunk until you're standing up.

I don't know why Sal
gave me so much whiskey.

Maybe 'cause you kept asking for it.

[Ray] That's probably true.

-[sighs] Hey, Dad.
-Yeah.

-Dad, stop. Come on.
-What?

You said,
"It's not the books that I wanted,

it's what's in the books."
So I found what's in the books.

[whispers] You got the letters?

[laughs]

How did you get the letters?

I was attacked with a harpoon!

I was forced to eat paddle fish eggs!

How did you do it?

How?

-I guess I stole them.
-[laughs]

"Family can be a peculiar thing.

I love my brother Donald,
but he's in a league with agents of evil."

No, wait, wait. Read that again.

[Dale] I said he is in league
with agents of evil.

Donald is attempting to feather his nest.

Hell bent on satisfying his ambitions.

And he will use this family as
so much fuel for the fires of his greed.

[♪ "Cimarron River" playing]

♪ I was born on the Cimmaron River ♪

♪ They took her down
With a concrete wall ♪

♪ Well, I saw red
But you know I could forgive her ♪

♪ Let it roll, Lake Keystone ♪

♪ I was born on the Cimmaron River ♪

♪ They took her down
With a concrete wall ♪