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* exciting, percussive music *

- It's not a good time, Musso.
- What?

Not enough time
to find a babysitter

for your adorable

gangster squad?

How's Quiet Ray?

He know
you're in the liquor business?

Dwight said, "Know your enemy,"
so let's get to know 'em,

so when the boss get back,
we got some intel to offer.

What the...?

I said, who's ready to win

some money?

You have my attention.

I'm gonna do to you what you did
to my father, Dunmire.

You think I'm gonna let it go?

You know what comes
if you don't.

Hi, I'm Serenity.

I want the Montague 50.

-Now, where is it?
-It's nowhere.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.

She don't got nothing
to do with this!

Leave her out of this.
Fuck.

Bingo.

-How bad are you, Tyson?
-I'll live.

Dunmire won't.

* slow, tense music *

Didn't I say

not to retaliate?

Didn't I say that?

I'm gone one day, one day,

and you manage to lose
$150 million dollars' worth

of unreplaceable booze.

I had plans for all of us,
big plans, kind of a, a vision.

It's gone.

And what were you thinking?

Tyson is not thinking right
at that moment,

so you leave him alone
in that dive?

Family doesn't do that.

I told you before,
we're a family.

This is it. Family does not
leave family behind ever.

Ever.

Now we find the 50,
and we take what's ours.

Right. Bodhi,
maybe Dunmire has taken

some of our stolen booze and put
it on his distribution website.

Track it down. Grace,

I want you to find the
highest-end wholesalers you can,

because if we do get it back...
I want to move it.

Let's do it.

Whoa. You forget about me, boss?

You putting me on the bench now?
What's going on?

You learned the hard way,
didn't you?

So... it's up to you
to make it right.

Clean slate.

Thank you, boss.

Let's go.

Fuck y'all looking at me for?

You walked in here in a huff.

Who should we be
looking at, Tyson?

It wasn't my idea to go
to the fucking bingo hall

with them old fuckers
in the first place.

We shouldn't have been
in that fucking sneezy-ass hall

-to begin with.
-Cole wouldn't have lit me up

if we wasn't trying to steal
his fucking money collectively.

He wouldn't have "lit you up" if

you would've kept your fucking
pants on with the stripper.

You always want
to start with me.

What the fuck
is up with you, man?

Oh, I'm starting?

-You're the one that's--
-Enough, guys.

Dwight said we're a family.
We are a family.

Let's just accept that families
fuck up and forgive each other.

All right, I'm good
on forgiveness, man.

Now I got to figure out
how I'm-a fix this.

You know, things wouldn't have
gone down the way they did

if you were where you
were supposed to be.

Joanne, I can't talk
right now, okay?

Dwight.

That's your fleet?

Well, for now. We got another
dozen or so ready to roll.

Mm.

Listen, I heard another rumor.

What?

Your guy Armand, he's AWOL.

You're not concerned?

No, why?

Why? I mean, you don't know
if he's taking a dirt nap

or if he's in detox somewhere
or if he's fucking,

you know, he flipped. I mean, if
the Feds picked him up somehow,

you know, that's a real
fucking problem.

Armand's not a rat.

You know this for fact?

All right, you know what?
Fuck it.

Show me what I'm here to see.
Where's the 50?

Not here. It was ripped off.

-Everything?
-Everything was ripped off.

Let me guess.
Let me guess. Dunmire.

Motherfucker.

You fuck with Dunmire,
and I get fucked in the ass.

You see how that works?
Which one of you

fucking mamelukes
is responsible for this?

All this is on me.
I should've been there.

$150 million dollars.
Where were you?

I can't tell you that right now,
but we got bigger problems.

A couple of your guys
were taken out last night.

My guys?

They were taken out in the dark.

What's the fucking plan,
General?

What are we doing? Because
on-on my kids' fucking eyesight,

I'm gonna fucking rip
somebody's heart out.

You can't just start
killing people.

We got to figure this out.

- Dwight?
- They're not going anywhere.

-I'll come back.
-No. Come here. What do you got?

I got some security footage
from the cameras I set up

at the crypt
and out by the gate.

That is...

-Fuck.
-Let's go.

* percussive, upbeat music *

***

***

What are you doing here, Pop?

I see things
have been going well.

I-I done
got my fill of lecturing.

I don't need to hear
nothing else.

Oh, no, you're gonna
hear more, Tyson.

Look at your face, boy.

I'm good. I'm good.

Everybody want to be
on my ass all day today.

Yeah, I know. I heard.

What? Dwight called?

What, am I a child or something?

Dwight was worried,
same as I am.

And I appreciated the call.

He told you that? Everybody
want to put this on me like

-it's my fault or something.
-You're the one who

-put yourself in that position.
-So did they.

You're a little too old to
be jumping off bridges, boy.

Why you want to keep kicking me
while I'm already down?

You see I'm down right now?

Well, because you got a choice.

Now, you want to stay here and
sulk, we can call your mother.

She can powder your ass.

Or?

Or we can fix the problem
you created. Make it right.

I'm gonna.

Oh, yeah? Then let's go.

Now, we'll take my van, okay?
'Cause your cars either explode

or get shot up.

Okay, slow down.

This is the place
that Bodhi mapped out.

The guy that owns the truck
lives there.

We got this.

No, no, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Let me do this.
Fucker killed my boys.

Don't you fucking move
a muscle, you piece of shit.

Who the fuck are you?

Who the fuck am I?

I'm the guy who's gonna
ask you a fucking question.

And you better have
the fucking right answer.

What? What do you want to know?

Where the fuck is my bourbon?

Don't know.
See, I'm just a driver.

Somebody else came in, and they
stole your shipment. That's it.

- Right.
- Ow, fuck.

Motherfucker. You lie to me?
Don't fucking lie to me.

-I'm not fucking lying!
-I'm gonna ask you

one more fucking time.

One more fucking time.
Where is my fucking bourbon?

If I tell you,
they'll skin me alive.

Son, if you don't tell me,

I'm gonna put a bullet
in your fucking eye, you moron.

All right, I'll take you,
but you got to give me a break.

See, I need an hour to get away.

-That right?
-Mm-hmm.

You gonna show me?

All right.

You don't fuck around,
you hear me?

I'm not fucking around.
I'm taking you.

I'm all right!

Ah, fuck!

Fuck.

What happened?

Fucker drew on me.

You get anything?

Nah.

He's dead.

Fuck.

* percussive music *

***

Turn around.

Ray, I thank you for your
very valuable time. I--

You got something to
tell me about Tulsa?

I do, actually.

I felt like it was worthy
of your attention.

Let me ask you something.

What the hell business
is all this of yours?

It's not.
But I thought it was yours.

I...

I heard that Dwight's crew
is undisciplined.

And what business is that
of mine?

Because they're moving
into booze.

Just bought a distillery.
Making moves to expand.

Brown liquor.

Well, that's valuable news.

And it won't be forgotten.

I'm bypassing the firewall

for Dunmire Enterprises
management.

I'm circumventing
their cybersecurity.

I'm fucking with
Dunmire's product,

canceling orders,
rerouting shipments.

You're boosting booze
off the damn truck.

Well, look at you, huh?
You get it.

That's just fucking genius.

Who's a genius?

We're still figuring
that one out.

Bodhi. Guy knows his way
around a computer.

I could use that, actually.

I've been getting
debt collector calls

for a debt that ain't mine.

Somebody tried to
repo my car yesterday.

Oh, you know, I bet
Bodhi could help you with that.

I'm sorry, that's not
really what I--

You think you can
do that, Bodhi?

I'll try.

Hmm.

Mm-hmm. Oh, yeah?
No, I didn't order a pool.

What the fuck are you doing?

Is this making you happy?

Are you getting it
out of your system?

Are you fucking crazy?

Yeah, it's a little therapeutic.

Bro, just go to therapy.

What does it fucking
matter to you?

I don't know.

Just seems like it's taking up
a lot of your time.

I have incredible
time management skills.

There is a hundred cases
of stolen Dunmire booze

headed to a nursing home
right now.

Those geezers are gonna get lit.

What other kind of shit
can you do on this computer?

What do you have in mind?

* bluesy music *

***

Sight for sore eyes, I'll say.

Your eyes are too crystal blue
to be sore, Cal.

I was surprised to
get your call.

What can I say? Curiosity
is the lust of the mind.

Cal, come on, it's me.

How long have we known
each other?

Before this head of silver.

And in all that time,

have you ever known me
to be anything

but a straight shooter?

I can't say I have,

but you are full of surprises.

So are you. I saw your
campaign announcement.

Well, business kind of
runs itself now.

I needed something
to keep my mind busy

and to stave off those
lonely nights. Thank you.

I think that you will
make one hell of a governor.

Does that mean I have your vote?

I'll do you one better--
I'll help you get elected.

Huh. You don't think
I can do it on my own.

For one thing,
I've seen the polls.

My campaign manager
says my numbers are up.

Mm, your campaign manager
needs a campaign manager.

-Another thing...
-What's that?

That "lonely nights" issue.

-Didn't know it was an issue.
-"Confirmed bachelor"

does not poll well,
and it does not

get you into statewide office.

Let's not forget
that Buchanan was a bachelor.

Uh, yes, he was.

He was also the second worst
president in U.S. history.

Cal, I've seen you
at these events,

and the vibe is just off.

Bottom line--
and I do mean this

in the most loving
of ways--

people don't like you.

Oh, come on. They love me.

Mm. Your mother loves you.
Your employees love you.

They laugh at all my jokes.

Mm. You sign their checks.

The voters,

the salt-of-the-earth citizens

of Oklahoma,

they do not like you.

But, Cal, they like me.

I'm known.

Urban and rural,
oil barons and bankers,

ranchers and tech bros--
I know 'em all.

I got connections, and I know
how to play the game.

Let me help you.

Mm.

What does Dwight get
out of this?

Dwight doesn't know I'm here.

What do you want?

My ranch.

You sell me back your share,

ten cents on the dollar.

And in return?

I will hand you the keys
to the governor's mansion.

Tell me, what happens
when Dwight finds out?

You let me worry about Dwight.

Think about it.

I'm funny, right?
I have humor.

Yes, sir, you're hilarious.

It is a very specific humor.

Oh, fuck.

Welcome to Spirited Takes,

where we give bourbon
the spotlight that it deserves.

I'm Jasper.

Can we beef him up a bit?
He seems a little too...

Enthusiastic?

Nerdy.

Got it. Don't like nerds.

No, I love nerds,
but we need, like, clickbait.

Maybe give him some muscles.
Oh, and a beard.

But we do like beards.

Today, we are going to take

a look at a whiskey that punches
well above its weight class.

Cheers.

LOL.

I'm sorry,
does he have six fingers?

Also, what is this background?

It looks like he's in the back
of a fucking Chuck E. Cheese.

Okay, look, it's not perfect,

but it's very hard to make
Mr. Right with these hands

and that keyboard. Sorry.

I-I don't need Mr. Right,
I just...

Look, if we get this right,
I really think

we could take the brand
to the next level.

If we get the 50 back.

When we get the 50 back.

I don't understand.
Why don't we just

use a real-life
bourbon influencer?

Real people ask real questions.

We want the publicity
without the baggage.

* Rock of ages *

* Cleft of stone *

Cybersecurity, my ass.

Dad, they hacked into the cloud.

And all our shit's
fucked up, 14%.

Hang up the phone.

Cole, you there? Hello?

Hello--

You are a testament
to my strength.

We should've never hired
these guys.

Cole, you're the one
who hired 'em.

It's not some computer's fault.

This is all on you.

Outsourcing, stepping over
dollars to pick up pennies,

when you should've been
minding the shop.

I'm gonna take care of it.

I'll fix everything.

And-and we still
got the Montague 50.

I got it back for you, Dad.

I got it back.

So you've told me.

Tell me it's in a safe location.

I've got three guys
guarding it at the rail yard.

I can drive there now.

Come with me.

You can taste it.

Later.

Any news about the 50?

Just waiting on the call.

I been running around
all morning.

About to head back here
in a minute.

I don't know. We're just
all doing reconnaissance,

waiting on intel.

Then what?

Once we find where it's
stashed, then we rally.

Dunmire ain't getting away
with this.

Dwight going to the cops?

You know that's pointless.

So, what, you form a posse?

We take care of what's ours.

We take care of what's yours.

I don't want you getting
killed in the process, Mitch.

Says the woman that's whipping
donuts around Dunmire's lawn.

I didn't think he'd shoot us
over landscaping,

but $150 million in bourbon?

Your family's bourbon.

It ain't worth getting killed
over, no matter the money.

And it ain't worth you going
back to prison.

Look, what you said was true.

I didn't think Dunmire
would harm us over vandalism,

but I didn't think
how it could harm you.

I ain't going back
to prison, Cleo.

I'd say that's
the best thing here.

When criminals
go after criminals,

nobody ever calls the law.

Give me that.

Yeah.

Don't fuck this up, Dwight,

and don't fuck me.

What the fuck
are you talking about?

You did good work in Dallas,
good work. You set the bait.

Yeah, right, well, I'll call you
when the scumbag calls me.

Okay? Anything else?

Well, what I don't want
is you engaging with Dixie Mafia

over some moonshine bullshit.
Huh?

How do you know that?

I know. Laser focus, Dwight.

Laser fucking focus.

Fuck.

Welcome.

Mm-hmm. Show her.

Yep.

Here we are.

The Montague 50,
once thought to be a myth,

distilled by a posse of rabid
Okies, has turned into reality.

-Who the hell is that?
-Jasper.

The most influential bourbon
connoisseur in the country.

What do you think?
He looks real, right?

Is he not?

According to his almost
100,000 followers on YouTube...

And more than 100,000
followers on Instagram...

...he's completely real.

A vibe curator, a sip savant.

He's as real
as a Tinder profile.

He's crafting the myth
of the 50--

mysterious, elusive
and worth every penny.

All right.
This is a publicity stunt?

Yeah, that'll make us millions.

What happens when everybody
finds out he's not real?

They won't care.

As soon as they taste the 50,
they'll be thanking us.

That Cole?

You think
I'm-a let an old geezer

get a one up on me, Pop?
Come on, now.

Yeah, says the boy who almost up
and married a stripper in Vegas.

Vegas is crazy.
No, she was an exotic dancer.

And her name was Serenity.

-Serenity?
-Yeah.

That her Christian name?

We didn't get into none
of that, you know?

Bet you didn't.

We had us a little
connection, though, for real.

She's special.

I told you not to take candy
from strangers.

She's different.

I don't care if she was Beyoncé,

you don't let your guard down,
for anybody.

Not with the crew you run with.

What's your old Pentecostal
church-going ass know

about running with a crew?

You don't know nothing
about no crew, Pop, come on.

I know plenty.

Yeah, I bet you do.

Oh, you for real?

Well, may come as a shock
to you, but I had a life

before your blessed arrival.

I used to hang with
a rough crowd back in the day.

We boosted cars, ran drugs,
used drugs,

stayed up all hours.
Hell of a time.

How come you ain't never told me
none of this before, Pop?

Trying to set an example,
Tyson, what a man should be.

So this is it?

Hell yeah, this is it.

I wouldn't trade it.

When I met your mother,

everything changed.

I promised her I'd leave it all
behind, and I kept my word,

became the man I am today.

Honest, hardworking,
responsible.

You're starting to sound
like a Boy Scout.

You know, "Honest,
hardworking and responsible."

Boy.

Yeah.

I know you miss it, though.

Oh, that ain't
no Ritz cracker, son.

-That's Serenity.
-The exotic dancer?

The stripper.

Buckle up, boy.

Old man's about
to show you how it's done.

Need about four signatures.

Have the final deed
transferred to you. Okay?

Oh. Joanne, could you
give us a minute?

That's unexpected.

Is everything okay?

Mm, you're not gonna
like what I have to say,

but you'll thank me later.
I saw Thresher today.

Told him I'd help him

get elected.

Why'd you do that?

Because you want it,

and he's not getting elected
on his own.

His likability is way down.

His billions are not gonna
buy him the office.

Told him I'd help him fundraise,
go to events,

sweet-talk the donors
and the super PACs.

You're going to events
with him, like a couple?

Dwight,
this is a business transaction.

-It's good for everybody.
-Yeah, right.

If it works,

he sells me his share of the
ranch, pennies on the dollar.

I can help you get
the ranch back.

You've got your money,
I've got mine.

You got your business,
I got mine.

That's how it works.

You want him in office?

'Cause without my help,
ain't gonna happen.

This is a smart move.

If I didn't need him
in office...

If I see him make a move on you,
do something

that's like getting handsy
or a little familiar,

I'm gonna break his jaw
in six places. I know me.

Aw.

Who says you're not romantic?

It's not that... Margaret,
I'm a little territorial, okay?

Mm.

Excuse me.

The worst fucking timing.
What is it? What-- You leaving?

Hey, boss.

-What is it? What? What?
-Hey, Dwight, I done

got played, man. This bitch
was tricking me from the start.

Who? Slow down.

The stripper.
She driving Cole's truck.

I'm with my Pops now.
We-we on her tail.

I think she gonna lead us
to the 50.

Where are you?

I'll drop Bigfoot a pin
when she lands.

* tense music *

***

I had a sack put over my head

that smelled
like sweet corn mash,

a gag stuffed in my mouth.

A man the size of Paul Bunyan

had a gun pointed at my face.

I didn't know if I was gonna
make it out alive.

But it was all worth it
to taste the best bourbon

ever distilled--
the Montague 50.

Once we post it,
there's no turning back.

What if people show up,
asking to see casks of the 50?

We'll tell them that
it's so valuable,

it's in a secret place,
and we can't show them.

I think his followers are
gonna eat this up.

Our Franken-AI is gonna be
a freaking gold mine.

Or our demise.

There's only one way
to find out.

Post it.

Okay.

* tense music *

Ain't no fucking way.

This goofy-ass steroids-taking
Ritz cracker

motherfucker-- look at him.

That's the kid
who roughed you up?

- That's him.
- Let's go.

I got some lead pipes
in the back of the van.

Ain't lead cheap, though, Pop?

Brass, copper, whatever.
Let's go.

Nah, I already know
how this gonna pan out.

I don't want to make
the same mistake twice.

Let's wait for the cavalry
to get here.

Well, speak of the devil.

That's them over there, boss.
Check it out.

Good job, Tyson.
Mark, thanks for the assist.

Grown ass or not,
sons still need their fathers.

Remember that.

Here's Bill.

Dwight.

-What do you got?
-So I'm seeing the, uh, barrels

coming off the back
of the truck right here.

I saw Cole over there,
Dunmire in the back,

and I see Serenity
just fucking...

Serenity?
What's Serenity?

Tyson's skanky stripper.

-Shut the fuck up, man.
-Come on. Hey.

-I'm trying to focus here, man.
-Easy. Easy, easy.

-Damn.
-Jesus.

What's the play?

A diversion. Let's go.

Care to do the honors, Dad?

There's history
in this oak, boys.

* atmospheric music *

***

There's a special someone...
that I'd like to thank.

Our Heavenly Father,

we thank you for bringing
the fruits of our labor

back to the hands
of the righteous.

For this was always your plan,

for this holy whiskey

to be back in the hands of those

who truly deserve its blessings.

Amen.

Amen.

Amen.

Move and die, son.

That's a boy.

Dunmire!

I give you credit, Mr. Manfredi.

Your tenacity is
most impressive.

Thank you.
Fair exchange.

Our booze back...

and you get your blood back.

Well, now, you got a strange

notion about fair exchange.

Fair exchange.

His brains remain in his skull.

I understand the proposition,
it's clear, but...

there's a fortune
in them barrels.

And don't misunderstand,
think me heartless,

I'm not about the money.

-No.
-It's the legacy.

Hmm.

Can you offer more,
Mr. Manfredi?

A sweetener, perhaps?

You're willing to let your kid
die for really nothing?

That's impressive,

and it's really

fucking demented, Dunmire.

Well,

I appreciate your observation,

Mr. Manfredi, but there is

only one son that I worship,

and he was sacrificed in the
name of the greater good, too.

Goddamn.

Yes or no?

I surrender the field.

Let him go.

There's nothing you can take
from me that I can't take back,

Mr. Manfredi!
Please remember that!

Oh, I'll remember.

* pensive music *

Mm.

So, you got it all back, huh?

Yeah. Did you doubt
that I would?

Oh, I have learned
never to doubt you.

Good. You know,
and I don't doubt you, either.

Are you mocking me?

-A little bit.
-Uh-huh.

You know, Margaret,
something's happening here.

It's like all these pieces
are starting to fall into place,

like that puzzle downstairs.

Mm-hmm.
What do you think you see?

I think it's kind of
like a revelation.

You know? Stop reading.
It's like a revelation.

Like, when I came here,
I felt like dead man walking.

I didn't know anybody, then I
met you guys-- especially you.

And I feel like I'm now getting
a second shot at things.

Like, the booze is happening.
This is happening.

Everything's happening.
It's great.

Second shot.

You turned that all around.

No, I didn't turn it,
'cause when I was in Detroit,

believe me, I hated the world.

And the feeling was mutual,
I'm sure,

but then I realized
people need people.

What?

It's not original, but...
it's true.

Wait a minute. You've heard
"people need people" before?

About a hundred times.

Come on.

So, you're not impressed
with the revelation bit.

Will you
sleep better if I say "yes"?

Yeah, I might.
Give it a shot.

Okay. I'm impressed.

That's it? That was, like...

really threw yourself
into that one.

You know, try it,
try it a little...

a little lower and slower.

I am...

oh, so impressed.

Oh, fuck this.
Turn out the lights.

It's time for business.

You might not remember my voice.

It's been a while.

Ray? How could I forget
that voice?

I just want to

open up some line
of communication with you.

You know, I knew
your grandfather pretty well.

He was the master
of the sportsbook.

We did right by each other

and made a hell of a lot
of money together.

Yeah, my grandfather, my father,

they-they always had
good things to say.

Great things.
High praise, Ray.

Good. Good.

Anyway,

I just want you
to know, if you...

you need any advice
about anything or...

you have a problem
with anyone out there,

I'm just a phone call away.

You understand?

Yeah.

Yeah, I think I do, Ray.

* dark music *

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