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What is going on in Atlanta?

I work out from misunderstanding.

So sit down. Where did you hear that
term?

It's not like she didn't grow up in this
family.

You're in the weed business.

The right thing to do is you cut us in
for a taste.

How about a week from now?

That's in Kansas City. We're neighbors,
man. 15 % off the top. Maybe I can live

with that. What the fuck does New York
get?

A milkshake.

Both of them.

And Frank thinks he can do whatever the
hell he wants. You don't defeat an enemy

by using half measures.

Shouldn't have taped. And Frank's got my
lunch money.

We made a deal, though, right?

Fuck that.

I don't want to do this anymore. White's
too dangerous.

I own you.

What does White give us?

Nothing. You're a stupid motherfucker.

That's anything?

It's dead.

I want to buy the navigator. Okay, go
for it. Stay tight. Stay alert. Keep

head on the slope.

I bought it. Now it's yours.

Stay down!

Mama,

mama, I can get you a coffee or
something.

Still waiting on the doc.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry about Mark.

He's a strong guy.

I'm sure he'll come back better than
ever.

Anybody need anything?

No.

Thank you.

How is he, doctor? He's a very lucky
man.

He's alive because he seems to have only
been halfway into the car at the time

of the explosion.

So he's going to be okay?

He will. He'll need surgery on his right
shoulder and leg.

And he also got some burns that'll need
attention. But other than that, he's out

of danger.

So how long you got to be up in here? A
week, possibly less.

Can we see him?

Only briefly. He's sedated, so he really
won't be able to speak.

But I'll send a nurse out to bring you
back. Okay?

I want him dead.

And I want to do it myself.

We don't know anything.

What else do we have to know? It was
Bevilacqua. It was Bevilacqua.

Mama, I swear to God, I'm going to
handle this. I promise you.

Who the hell are you? Because you ain't
my son.

You're just a two -bit gangster just
like them. Mama, it's not even like

It's exactly like that.

Now get out.

All of you.

You want to see your father?

Do it when I'm not around.

What do you have so far?

It's definitely an incendiary device.

Remote control.

Looks defective.

Most likely went off too early.

We got a name off the VIN. You're going
to love it.

Car's registered to Dwight Manfredi.

Homer's son's his driver.

So Dad here is just collateral damage.

Unless he's got a really pissed off
customer.

Tell me about the explosion.

I don't know. It just all happened so
fast. Like right before my dad pushed

button, there was this white car, this
Prius. It was like sketchy. What do you

mean? I don't know. I saw it earlier
that day. It was like it was watching us

right before the car exploded.

It skirted off.

Any security cameras?

No. Any neighbors see anything? No, I
don't know what difference does that

make. It makes a big difference. I need
to know the exact address where you

first saw the Prius. Okay, fine, but
what's the fucking plan? We wait until

know something.

Wait?

We waited, and now this is the price.

My pops is nearly dead.

It was Bevilacqua. What the fuck? Are y
'all serious right now? No, this is my

pops in there.

He told us he was going to come for us,
and he did. Hey, you don't make this

personal.

You get it? If it's not personal, then
what the fuck else is it? It's business,

kid. That's right, it's business. They
weren't trying to whack your old man.

They wanted to kill me.

And me too. You too.

Maybe it was Kansas City, I doubt it. It
could be New York.

But we don't make a move until we know
what the fuck we're up against.

Sign up for this.

What'd you sign up for?

To be you.

Oh, I see.

It's okay. He'll be all right.

It's all over the news.

That could have been you in the car. Is
this why you're pushing for

homeschooling?

Who the hell is that?

It's probably nothing. Why don't you
guys go upstairs and lock the doors?

is a precaution.

Go on. You'll be all right. Lock the
door.

Who is it?

FBI. Open up.

I'm assuming you've heard about your car
by now.

What about it? Just curious if you might
know who'd want you dead.

McVince Antonacci?

Bill Bevilacqua?

Don't know.

The Lynn office has photos of the three
of you having lunch together.

Three guys show up at the same place.

It could be a coincidence.

What can I tell you?

We think it's something you give us a
call.

Well, don't wait by the phone.

You're showing your age, Dwight.

Nobody waits by the phone anymore.

I need a car.

Navigator not working out for you?

Why don't you step into my office here?

Um, look, as I'm sure you already know,
I'm in the process of transferring

ownership of this business to Mr.

Manfredi. Now, I can't just give you a
car. Stop fucking with me, Donnie. I

don't got time for your shit.

Hey, now, take it easy.

What do you have in mind? I don't give a
shit. Just hurry the fuck up.

Well, I can put you in a Chevy Tahoe.

Yes, whatever the fuck you got, let's
go. All right, well, that's what the

I got. Let's go.

All right, here we go.

All signs

point to Casey.

I mean, bombings have been their
trademark in the past. But that's also

don't think it was them. Too obvious.

You know, it could have been
Bevilacqua's guy, Vic.

What the fuck is his name? It doesn't
matter.

But he wasn't too happy with the sit
-down, and he could have whispered in

Bevilacqua's ear and kind of squirreled
the whole deal.

That's a possibility.

From a whisper to a car bomb?

Seems like a pretty big jump.

Well, New York is mad enough to do it.
And with Chickie, you can never tell.

He's a hothead. He'll have a hard -on
for you until the day he dies. Maybe we

should put that idea into the works.

Throw Vince in there, too, all around
us. Yeah.

I have this theory. I think Vince is too
stupid to die.

It's a theory.

You know, some guys, bulletproof.

Trying to be serious here.

I know. What about your pal Thrasher?
You said he worked with Betelock. What?

Could be the two of them together.

I don't know, Mitch. I'm not feeling
that.

But this does have all the moronic
earmarks of something tricky you might

dreamed up.

Why don't you get him on the phone?

Sportsbook.

That's it?

The fucking Yankees. Kill us again this
week.

This is bullshit.

Gotta tell you guys to stop paying out
so bad.

Hey, Vince.

Fuck you, Ben.

I have to take the kid to the dentist.

Getting his braces off soon.

Good.

What do you want?

Did you try to kill me?

General, to what do I owe the pleasure?

A bomb. Did you try to blow me up?

Give me a little credit, Dwight.

Never take a run at you or put two in
the back of your fucking head.

Put Vince on the phone.

Why? I'm here. You talk to me.

Well, Vince was there. You weren't. Put
him on the phone.

It's me.

Kansas City, Bevilacqua.

What's the temperature?

Fuck should I know?

Why don't you drive over there and stick
a thermometer up your new buddy's ass?

All's I know is whoever tried to kill
you wasn't us.

Unfortunately. Better grow no paradise,
Vince.

Fuck's that mean?

Then you shouldn't have put me on the
phone. You shouldn't have been at the

-down. Yeah, you mentioned that.

So what does this mean? We gotta start
checking our cars for bombs now? I

wouldn't even know what to look for.

Wires, I guess?

Thanks, MacGyver, very helpful.

You ever look under a hood?

There's wires everywhere, man. Okay,
everyone just take a breath.

They're after Dwight, not us. Then how
did Tyson's dad almost buy it?

I'm pretty sure that was unintentional.
That makes me feel a lot better.

So what do you think? Should we shut
down for a few days? Say it's like some

kind of family emergency or something?

Fuck. We just had our grand opening.
Yeah, really?

What kind of message would that send?

Not as bad as a message as being dead
would send.

You want to stay home? That's fine.

Go ahead.

I'm not going to pay you. If we do stay,
do we get hazard pay?

No.

How do we get there?

How do you get where?

Home. I'm not going to start my car.

Looks like my skateboard is not so
stupid, is it?

Fred, go start Grace's car.

I'm the bomb squad now?

You're security, remember?

Yeah, that just seems a little bit above
and beyond. Look, I'll pay for your

Uber. Can I make him stop at the
greenery on the way?

What?

I'm hungry.

I want a salad for when I get home.

Pull in.

You want me to go in with you?

Don't take this the wrong way, but if
someone would look like you, knocked on

the door, would you answer?

No.

Yeah. Can I, uh, can I help you? Yeah,
good afternoon.

My name is Mario Alonso. I represent the
Allied Insurance Company who represents

Mark Mitchell.

My plumber. Exactly.

Now, he had a hit -and -run accident
right out front here, and I see you got

of these doorbells that photographs
everything.

Now, I was wondering if perhaps I could
borrow that footage.

You have some, uh, idea of something?

Well, yeah.

I got five of them.

Okay.

Hey, why don't you come on in?

You got any iced tea? Yeah, yeah, make
yourself at home. I got you.

Pull it up here. One second.

Okay.

Good. There's Mark and Tyson.

There's the Prius.

Yeah. Can you pull something out of
that?

It's a weird angle, but let me zoom in.

Oklahoma plate, first two letters AZ.

AZ?

That's all I can make out. That's all I
need. Thanks.

When the light changes, let's have you
pull over up ahead and parallel park.

Okay.

What's this guy doing?

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Always nice to see you, Paul.

Mr. Manfredi, I'm in the middle of
administering a test.

But this can't wait.

Young lady, could you, like, play with
the hazard button for a while, see how

they work?

We'll be right back.

Step into my office, Paul.

Oh, you're healing up nicely.

Thank you. Listen, I need you to do a
favor with me. I need you to run a

Mr. Manfredi, I can't do this anymore. I
could lose my job.

I understand, but actually you'll be
doing something good for this city.

Ten grand.

I need you to find the white press and
the license number. Paul, look at me.

Eyes up here.

Plate number A -Z.

This is absolutely the last time?

Sure. Of course it is.

You can leave now.

Thank you, Smith. You're a patient.

You're such a good teacher.

And Paul.

Ciao.

Ciao. No, not the Chinese. C -H -O -W.
I'm talking about ciao.

Ciao.

Appreciate you both.

Take off. See you later.

I have no fucking idea what you're
talking about.

So you're telling me you got nothing to
do with this?

If it was me, he'd be fucking dead,
chicken.

Well, regardless, you're Dwight's number
one suspect.

Based on what?

Come on.

It ain't like Casey doesn't have a
history with this type of shit.

What do you mean, car bombs?

Come on. It's ancient history.

Before my time, either. Well, like I
said, that's not Dwight's take.

Come on, it's bullshit, man. I made a
deal with a guy.

I'm getting paid. Why would I go back on
my word? It's stupid.

What's Vince's take on this?

Who gives a fuck what Vince thinks?

You're right.

Anyway, how do I know you didn't do
this?

Chucky, and you're implicating me and my
guys.

What the fuck are you saying here?

You've got years of bad history over
there, right?

You keep me the fuck out of this. You
understand?

Nice.

All right, cool him down and feed him.
The olden hay.

No alfalfa.

Goody told me what happened. I called
Tyson, wished his dad well, but he

pick up.

That's a thought that counts, Armand.

Hey, Margaret's watching, so pretend
we're talking about the horse. Just look

the horse, nod, smile, and answer my
fucking questions.

Okay.

So, what about Thresher?

What about him?

Now, did you see him or any of his
cronies driving around in a fucking

Prius by any chance?

Prius? No, I don't think so.

You guys talk about me.

Look, Dwight, I mean, it's no secret he
don't like you, but what are you asking

me exactly?

Look at the fucking horse.

There you go.

So what do you guys talk about?

I don't know. General stuff.

We make conversation.

He asks a lot of questions about his
horses here.

Just random shit.

Do you ever tell them about our
turbines?

No.

Why would I do that?

It's possible maybe I inadvertently
mentioned it, but I really don't

Inadvertently? How about I whack you so
fucking hard you inadvertently remember

what you're supposed to remember?

Dwight, please, I really, I don't
recall. What about the bombing?

Him? You think that... I don't know.
Honestly, Dwight, I barely know the

guy. I'm sorry, I'm just, I'm caught in
the middle here.

There is no middle.

There's only one side, Omar.

There she is, queen of the ranch.

You all right?

I'm good.

Unfortunately, Tyson's father got
injured.

What caused it?

Something faulty caused it.

I don't have the specifics.

Uh -huh.

Faulty something?

Hmm. That's not what they're reporting.

You're right about that.

I'm thinking that maybe we should cool
things down until things get cooler,

because I don't want to cause you any
problems.

Are we ever going to have a normal
relationship?

Listen, I want that badly, I do.

But me and normal, I've rarely been in
the same room together.

I'm half waiting for Mickey Featherstone
to walk through the door.

It's better that we meet here instead of
some scongelio joint down at 18th Ave.

Salud. Salud.

How's Rosamund?

We stay in our separate corners.

She goes to St. John's twice a week. I
play golf at Maplewood, you know. You

ever miss?

Well, look it over my shoulder.

That never stops.

Probably change cars in Bayonne.

Just gotta wear it.

Those fucking feds, they love to pull me
away.

Things are different now.

You guys still boosting packages from
Amazon?

It's not that bad.

It ain't getting any better, Vincenzo.

Dwight's doing big things. Dwight can
sell sunshine in Sedona.

You're not far off.

It's my family doing.

That a guy who thinks he inherits a top
job.

Checky. Just went and fucking declared
himself king.

That Pete would have wanted it that way.

You think so?

An incompetent hothead.

Guy sentenced Dwight to the sticks.

Beat himself to the great beyond.

So that's true?

As much as admitted it. Talk about
getting fucked over.

The money a Brahmin.

Pete's on the bus going back to the
flood.

He walks away because he didn't see a
path. He knew.

He knew Chicky was being boomed.

Like a fucking Pekingese. Hey, the top
job, you know, like an old gray man.

Ain't what it used to be, boys.

It doesn't have to be, Ralphie.

It's just different now.

There's no more giant fucking smack
refineries.

But now we get to piggyback the legal
stuff.

The weed, the gaming, big pharma.

So, you want to move Chicky out?

I could go to the White.

I could make a business arrangement. I
could make things right.

But not with Chickie out front.

You fellas and your families never had
no beef with the White. On the contrary.

So let me move Chickie aside.

Before the Invenici family's
decommissioned.

It's all for fucking scraps.

Is that what you're asking for here,
Vince?

Hey, we gotta go to the bosses. We gotta
get this sanctioned. Of course.

You were smart to go this route by not
taking matters into your own hands.

I thank you, gentlemen, for taking the
time to hear me out.

I didn't hear nothing. Me neither.

Nothing. Nuff said.

Gentile. Gentile.

Something you want to tell me?

Whatever you're thinking, I'd rethink
it.

You want to lose your head?

Soon.

I'm going to stop talking.

And that's when bad shit happens.

You saying your goon is to wreck my
turbines.

You have a death wish?

Why do people like you provoke people
like me?

It really ends fucking badly.

pressure.

You made your point.

What about the bombing?

What bombing?

The bomb that was meant to kill me.

You hurt someone else.

That's bad.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Better pray you don't.

I'm gonna find that white Prius.

I got the plate number.

And when I do, you better pray.

That you or these fuckheads you have
working for you were involved.

Because I'm going to burn your world to
the fucking ground with you in it.

We need to talk.

I'm busy.

Manfredi was just here, asking about a
white Prius.

What did you tell him? I lied. I told
him we didn't have one.

Do we? I'm not even sure.

He says he has partial plates.

Look, does this Prius have anything to
do with the bombing and trying to take

Manfredi out?

You know about this.

Need to talk?

Tyson.

I can't talk about that right now.

We're all tied together, bud.

So when I hear you saying shit about
driving to Kansas City to shoot someone,

you don't even think like that yet.

My mother hates me. My family.

They think I'm responsible.

It wasn't your fault. The fuck it
wasn't?

Why did I give my dad that call?

Because it was a beautiful fucking
gesture. He's your father. How could you

known? It should have been me. It should
have been me.

Not him.

When are we going to get out of here?

Look, shut up. I'm going to tell you
something, all right? And I want you to

really think about this. Not now. Not
when your emotions are raw.

I mean tomorrow when you wake up.

You are at a crossroads, my friend.

A real life fucking crossroads.

And this might be your last chance to
get out of this life. I'm already in it.

I'm in it. I'm in it, man.

Some shit's been done that can't be
undone. I have done bad things, all

And I have done hard fucking time for
it, so you listen to me.

You murder a motherfucker, there is no
turning back. You will never be the

Believe me, every night when you close
your eyes, you will see that guy's face,

so don't fucking do it.

Anybody can kill a man, sure as shit,
but when you do, a little piece of you

dies too.

Point is, we had nothing to do with it.
Not that that fucking matters.

What matters is what Manfredi thinks we
did.

Strike first, strike hard. That's my
fucking vote.

Your vote?

So you want trouble?

Maybe we could reach out.

Reason with him.

You know what projecting means?

It means you're putting out the wrong
fucking premature ideas about what's

actually happening right now, which is
big fucking nothing.

Could be New York for all we know.

Trying to set us up.

Possible.

What's the financial upside there,
though, right?

I don't think they're players.

They hate the guy, that's for sure, but
whack him is personal.

It's not profitable.

So what's the plan?

He's got the casino, right? Do we
install the rest of his shit?

I say we take him out.

Keep all his stuff.

Put the blame on New York.

I mean, why not?

Manfred, he got no backup to speak of.

Exactly. We take out him and the fucking
black kid. That's key also.

It's his father got blown up.

He's got to be looking for blood.

What are you, a fucking psychic now?

Is that what you all want?

I keep telling you, this guy is fucking
different.

He's a killer for sure, but he's a major
fucking earner, and he's only going to

grow. How does it make sense to kill
this guy now?

Huh? Why?

Why? Not now.

Maybe down the road a little bit. Maybe
later, but not now.

Jesus,

I can't believe I called you already.

Well, I like it.

You like that I'm weak?

Weak? I think it's flattering.

Flattering. I tell you that we need to
cool it. We need to stay away from each

other for a while. And here we are.
That's pretty weak in my book.

You want to make this crazy relationship
work?

Okay. I want to know what you're
thinking, what you're going through.

You know, Margaret, all my life, I take,
I take, I take, and I take.

And you know what I give back?

Who gots?

Not good.

He gave 25 years of your life.

Are you just feeling sorry for yourself?

No. I'm mad at myself.

You spend all this time trying to build
something.

And not just me.

Any guy who spends his whole life, his
best years, trying to get something. And

the price you pay, the people that need
you the most, they're left behind.

They get nothing.

And when the time comes for you to check
out, you don't matter to

anybody.

You've all got regrets.

You've made mistakes.

I've made a lot.

A lot.

I have a corner on regrets.

And I keep wondering, why are you with
me?

I'm glad you are.

But it's not safe, Margaret.

Are you fishing for a compliment?

Maybe. A little one.

Okay.

Here's the deal.

Tough times don't last, but tough people
do.

And that's you and me.

We've had to be, or else people walk all
over us.

Way too many times, but that is not
going to happen again.

And if you want to build a future,
you've got to know what you want.

I want you.

You have terrible taste in men.

Tell me about it.

Listen, I know about Thresher and his
low -life Kansas City

playmates. Yeah, you got a dark side,
but so do I.

That doesn't mean that we can't...

Hello?

achievers. The vehicle you inquired
about is registered to a business called

Imports. 375 Front Street in Guthrie.

Okay, thanks.

You okay?

Yeah.

More gangster business?

Sort of.

You're not afraid of this scare a little
bit?

A little.

It's kind of a turn on.

I got an idea.

Why don't we go back to my place for a
little private time?

And I know you're really busy, so don't
feel obligated to spend the night.

Okay.

Check, please.

I say you can still hear me.

I don't know if that's true or not.

I guess it don't matter.

I know you're not happy with the choices
that I made.

Being truthful now, I ain't so sure
myself.

But if I turn back now, Pop...

What was it all for?

I'm a punk.

I'm a wonk.

A little bitch with his tail tucked
between his legs. If I

let this go,

how will I ever be able to look you in
your eye again?

trade places with you right now.

It can't happen.

And I know if I was in the bed, you'd be
thinking the same thing I am.

I love you.

What the fuck?

Did you?

Manfredi, I told you.

You don't fuck around with a snake.

You cut its head off and throw it away.

Enough of that fortune cookie shit. What
happened?

The explosive went off too early. They
both should have been gone.

And what happens when Manfredi finds out
about this? Because he's sure it will

not going to happen.

Of course it is.

This is going to get so fucking...

Ugly? What were you thinking?

Manfredi is nothing. He meant nothing in
the big picture.

You were the one who kept pushing him.

Now we get rid of the car.

Crush it into a cube.

I'll handle it.

Really?

What about your friend Hanjin?

What if Manfredi talks to him?

That won't happen.

It's Tyson.

Leave a message.

Tyson is dead.

I know you were just here.

Where are you?

Call me back.

Yeah. Hello?

It's Mark.

Hey, Mark, how you doing?

Okay, is Tyson with you?

No, I thought he was supposed to be
home.

He was here before, but I'm worried. I
mean, he's talking some crazy shit.

Will you find him?

All right, yeah.

I'll get back to you.

Yeah. Where the fuck are you? Doesn't
matter.

Why don't you come to my house now?

It's not happening.

Tyson, listen, I found the address of
the guy that has the white prayers.

Is that right?

Tyson, whatever you're thinking about
doing, don't fucking do it.

Don't fucking do it.