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The red-headed stranger.

That fucker's got some nerve,
Lee Raybon.

Harassing a family in grief.

Just what is your interest in all this?

There's something I got to tell you.

I dumped something in the river,
and I need your help cleaning it up.

Can we meet?

I didn't sign up

for putting widows out on the street.

My wife found out.

She's not letting me keep
my special friend on the property.

Donald, he won't see me anymore.

And he's trying
to take this house away from me.

I came to him in peace
to sort this Indian Head Hills issue.

He would not listen.

Indian Head Hills.

Sounds like they've been fighting a lot
about that recently.

The fight wasn't really about land.

And telling Dale wasn't my fault.

Telling Dale what?

Pearl isn't his daughter.

She's Donald's.

Dad.

Dad.

- What are you doing here?
- Geez, Dad.

- Are you okay? You stink.
- Oh, yeah. I'm good.

What's going on?

He's dead.

Who's dead?

Allen.

The guy that came by the store.
The red-headed stranger.

- He's dead?
- Yeah.

Someone shot him this morning.

- How do you know?
- I saw it on the news.

You watch the news?

- Yeah.
- That's cool.

They lie sometimes, you know?

Okay, but this is real.
I mean, it's big news, right?

- This could totally change things.
- Wait, wait. What time is it?

Dad, it's the guy
that killed Dale Washberg, right?

- Yeah. A-Among others.
- Stop.

- Oh, shit.
- Dad.

Hey, but wait.

- Shouldn't you be in school?
- Yeah, I was, but then I left.

Dad, this is way more important
than school.

All right, if anybody asks you
why you cut class,

you just give them this.

Here you go.

Just tell 'em it's a therapist
and they won't ask any questions.

Dad, why won't you let me work with you?

Because it's too dangerous.

You didn't say that when I saved
the letters from getting burned.

Okay. That was... That was incredible.

No, it was, all right?

My... My heart...

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.

It swelled with pride.

I love that.

But you're a kid.

Look.

I remember once
when I was about exactly your age,

I was sitting in a car waiting for my mom
to come back from getting groceries.

And I just sat there and I wished so hard

if I could just close my eyes
and that when I opened them,

I would be 30 years old.

And you know what?

That happened.

Francis, do you understand?

Yes, I understand.

Just hang out with your friends,
you know? Have some fun.

I love you!

Earlier this morning,

ex-convict Allen Murphy
was shot and killed on North Peoria

in what police are describing
as an execution-style killing.

So, a wellness massage
in this... in a...

Is there a difference?

What exactly is wellness?

It's gonna be healing for you.

I really think you'd like it.

Yeah. Bye.

- Oh. S-Sorry.
- Okay.

- Oh! Excuse me.
- I'll stand back.

Uh, thank you. Namaste.

Fucking Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds
wanted to put this on the community board.

White ladies doing sweat lodges and shit.

Lame.

"Women's self-care retreat"?

Geez.

Fuck.

Where is he?

- Your apartment.
- Shit.

Wendell.

Did you just take a shit in my bathroom?

Indeed I did.

It was treacherous.

You know I can't use
the bookstore toilet.

I feel more comfortable in a home.

If that's what you can call this.

What are you doing here?
You lose your copy of The Idiot?

What did you do to my store? It looks
like a fucking Starbucks down there.

- Uh, it's my store.
- Oh, it used to be my store.

No, it was our store,
then I bought you out.

- Now it's my store.
- I know.

I should've burned it down
and collected the insurance like I said.

But we didn't have any insurance.
Put that down.

Let me guess: scratched, warped.

- Typical.
- I got it that way, all right?

- This is cute. You buy it on Amazon?
- That's not for you.

Hurry up, man.
I've got important shit to do.

Oh, my gosh. It's like you read
one Oklahoma history book

- and you made a junior high collage.
- All right, I... I gotta get back to work.

Okay, don't touch me.

- All right, just... please, huh? Can we...
- Yeah, no, it's cool.

Why don't we just discuss
all the disorganization of my store?

There's nothing...
Would you stop with that?

- Oh, God.
- Why are you rearranging my books?

It is blasphemous, Lee,
what you have done to this place.

Thanks for coming, you guys.
Appreciate it.

- I mean, look.
- What?

You have The Odyssey
next to As I Lay Dying.

Yeah. Yeah. As I Lay Dying
is an odyssey of sorts.

Getting mama home and getting home
to mama is not the same thing.

You got Shakespeare next to Shepard.

Cute, but wrong.
You got Pinter next to Harry Potter.

- I can't help him. Deidra.
- All right.

- Stop.
- You can't be helped.

Hey. What are you doing here?

You forgot.

- No, I didn't forget.
- Yeah, you forgot.

No, I didn't forget.
I don't forget, all right?

It's just... this tradition, I...

It's gotta be bi-annual.
It's gotta be some other day.

No, it's just... It's today.

I can do it tomorrow.

Tomorrow is fine,
but it's not Jesus's birthday tomorrow.

- I...
- I made a promise to a friend.

We made a pact.

Okay? A pact. For
our friend. Once a year.

Some might call it sacred.

- Sacred?
- Mmm.

You call what we've done
the last three years sacred?

Everybody chill the fuck out!

Chill out!

I am not paranoid!

You do, motherfucker!

Yes, I would call it sacred.

Okay.

I have thought, after last year,
that I was never gonna see you again.

And, besides, okay, I'm busy.

- Come on. You can take the day off.
- No, I can't.

Deidra practically runs the place.

No, I run this place.

Not very well, by the looks of it.

You're in the red, aren't you?

No, we're actually doing really great,
thank you for asking.

Oh, living in high cotton
up in the condemned attic?

I write. I'm a writer.

Did you even read the Washberg piece?

In the zine?

It's the Heartland Press,
and it's a long-form magazine.

Oh, yeah, I read it.

And it is long.

You went way too easy on that
family, man. What, did they pay you?

It's practically a puff piece.

- A puff piece? Uh-huh.
- Yeah.

And the brother goes and offs himself?

No, Dale Washberg
did not commit suicide, all right?

And that article
has made me a target. Yeah.

Oh, you living in some
bad crime novel now, huh?

Listen, asshole, this investigation
has got me into some serious shit, okay?

- Is that so?
- Yeah.

Do tell.

- Come on.
- All right.

So, Donald Washberg
had his brother murdered, okay?

And the guy I think did it
was found dead this morning.

Donald is trying to clean up
loose ends, all right?

It's all about some land deal.

And if I don't
put the details together soon,

some more people are gonna be found dead.

Land deals. Deaths.

Clichés.

Clichés earn their status as clichés
by their overwhelming truth.

Do not quote David Foster Wallace to me,
my brother.

Not me.

So, where's this land?

- I don't know.
- You don't know?

Come on, it's land.
What, is it, like, not in North America?

No, it's in Oklahoma,
probably Osage County.

I think Skiatook. But I looked it up,
"Indian Head Hills," and there's nothing.

So, you googled it?

- Yeah, I googled it.
- Amateur.

Oh, what would you do?
You're so good at everything.

What the hell did you do to your foot?

Well, I had to put it
in someone's ass, didn't I?

Bet I can find this land

in two hours.

Oh, you can find it in two hours? Sure.

- Sherlock Holmes here.
- Yep.

- Everybody welcome him. Thank you.
- No.

He's always been jealous
of my skill set as a crack researcher.

- I'm not jealous of anything you do.
- Hmm. You are.

That's funny. That's funny.

Tell you what. Make a bet. Deidra?

- Yeah?
- I wanna make a bet.

- We're not making a bet.
- I find it, two hours,

- Lee buys me lunch.
- He's not gonna find it.

- Two hours.
- Why are you writing that down?

- Oh. I'm gonna be hungry.
- Lee buys lunch. Got it.

- Thank you, Deidra.
- You're welcome.

This motherfucker.

Marty.

- Sorry I'm late.
- Oh!

Not at all, uh...

I'm charmed.

Thank you.

- Shall we?
- Oh, yeah.

Yeah, sure.

Cover up, cover up!

I'll tell you when.

Come on, Nelson!

Put him away, baby!

Jesus.

You could've called first.

This was fired recently.

Mm-hmm. Yeah, I...
I was moving it and it went off.

Oh.

Did you have fun last night?

'Cause I saw Lee Raybon
leave here this morning.

Sure looks like the two of you
had quite a party.

- This filthy hippie.
- Donald.

This guy who's trying to destroy
our family to make his own name.

Well, you let that maniac into this house
and then you fucked him in that bed.

Donald, this is my house and my bed,
and I can fuck whoever I want to.

What did you tell him?

Nothing.

Don't you fucking lie to me!

Don't!

No!

I didn't tell him anything.

I didn't.

Why the fuck would you do that?

I didn't... I just...

I didn't think you cared anymore.

And I was lonely.

You were lonely?

Yeah. You iced me out.

And then you send your little minion
to kick me out of my own house.

That has nothing to do
with fucking Lee Raybon.

Well, I got your attention, didn't I?

Well...

it got more than my attention.

Oh, come...

Just tell me where we're going,
all right? Would you, please?

Where are we going?

We said we have to
spend the day together.

We don't have to talk.

But I need to know where I'm driving.

Skiatook, obviously.

I told you, I've already done that.

There's no point in going there if we
don't know exactly where we're going.

- It's a big place.
- I know what I'm doing.

Oh, my God. Give me a hit on that.
Would you, please?

Goddamn it, yeah.

So what makes you so sure that this land
has to do with this Washberg guy's death?

Let's just say I have a source.

Let me guess, you googled it.

No, I didn't google it, okay?

It's a human source.

Someone close to the family?

What?

Betty Jo Washberg. The widow.

- What? No, it's not.
- Yeah, it is.

She does karaoke at a bar, I went there.

We talked, she told me.

You fucked her.

- No... What?
- Oh, my God.

- You fucked her.
- No, look...

Holy shit. You haven't changed.
You know what this means?

- What?
- It means

you're basically part
of the Oklahoma illuminati now.

- No.
- Yeah.

Not to mention a big piece of shit
for fucking the dead guy's widow.

Come on. No, it wasn't like that.

It wasn't part of the investigation.
I wasn't trying to, okay?

She's a dime, by the way.

And, you know, one thing led to another.

Highly unethical.

Says the guy who was
basically a pimp for a while.

I wasn't a pimp.

That was just, like,
a weird roommate situation.

Oh, hey, take this exit.

- What? Why?
- It's going downtown.

Courthouse, dummy.

- This is all you have?
- For the last time, that's all I got.

I-If you told me
what you're looking for, I can...

I told you what I was looking for.

- I'm looking for a piece of land...
- I mean specifics.

...on an atlas much older than this,
and I'm being extremely specific.

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay? What? I'm...

- I apologize for my friend.
- You don't have to apologize.

He's been living up
in Tulsa for too long.

He's forgot his manners.

Lee?

How are you?

I'm fine.

Yeah? Good.

What is your name?

- Sandy.
- Sandy.

Right there.

Sandy, has anyone ever told you you
have the biggest, most beautiful eyes?

I have never heard that, no.

Excuse me! Willie Nelson!

- You cannot vape or smoke in here.
- Lee. Lee.

- This isn't a club.
- Lee, I swear to God.

Your friend is rude.

Are you married?

Divorced.

I-I don't know what
the single scene here is like, but, uh,

I think if you came up to Tulsa,
you'd really clean house.

With this waistline and these thighs?

I don't think so, honey.

Only a dog wants a bone, Miss Sandy.

Okay.

You're very sweet.

- Uh-huh.
- I like this. This is fun. It's easy.

- It is.
- You and me.

Now, what my rude accomplice
was trying to get at earlier

is do you possibly
have an atlas made before 1950?

Well now, that I might just have
right back here.

Hold on.

I will be right here, Sandy,
waiting for you.

Boy, you are full of it.

I cannot believe
she bought that bullshit.

- What?
- Get over here.

What are you...

What the fuck?

- Take these.
- What?

- Why?
- I'm on probation.

Keep them down. Keep them down.

I thought you were in recovery?

I am in recovery. Look at my foot.
I'm in pain, man.

- Okay.
- Come on.

- You see that?
- Yeah.

Now, I know how to talk to countryfolk.

- Oh, you know how to talk...
- You don't. That's why I get things done.

- I know how to talk to everybody, okay?
- Nuh-uh, you don't.

No, you've lost your patience.

My pat... I've lost
my fucking patience with you.

All right. Here you go.

- Here, y'all use this before you touch it.
- Ooh. Okay.

Xerox right over there,
code's on the panel.

Thank you, Sandy.

You're welcome, darling.

Thank you, Sandy. I'm sorry about vaping.

Feels nice, doesn't it?

Really does.

World War II German service weapon.

Still shoots.

That's amazing.

Smooth action.

That's a piece of history
you got right there.

That's the real deal.
Go ahead, finish it off.

Yes, sir.

Mmm.

I'm a little nervous
about this speech at the 46.

Don't worry about it.

They all know who you are.

I've got 'em primed.

I don't give speeches.

You do if millions of dollars
are at stake.

Yeah. It helps.

I do want you to put as fine
a point on tribal sovereignty

and their special privileges.

They got too much power.

Did you see the paper today?

I didn't.

Allen, the guy that worked with me,
he made the front page.

They found him shot
in his pickup truck off Peoria.

Wow.

I didn't know that. Mmm.

- These ex-cons, you never know...
- No, no, he was doing good.

- He was reformed, going to meetings.
- Mmm.

You just never know.

Yeah.

The people we work with, right?

Right.

All you can do is look out for yourself.

- Yeah.
- That's what I've learned.

- Hey, darlin'.
- Hey.

Pint of Guinness and a shot of Jameson.

And put it on... ze writer's tab.

You said take you out to lunch,
not take you to a bar.

Well, there's olives.

So, it's kind of like a meal.

The deal was I pay if you find,
and you ain't found jack shit.

Okay, my friend.

You take this pile,
and I will take this pile.

Get a drink.

I'll have a Dr Pepper
with a shot of amaretto.

Thank you.

I do hope you have cash
because they do not accept cards.

Indian Head Hills.

There she is.

Whole lot of nothing out here.

- Seems in keeping with your investigation.
- Shut up.

- Look at this.
- What's that?

"White Elk LLC." Hot damn.

Elk? That's a stupid name.

There's no elk in Oklahoma.

Yes, there are elk in Oklahoma.

Oh, yeah, behind high fences.
They're basically farm animals.

And what do you know
about animals anyway?

Why don't you stick to what you know,
like banging widows?

Oh, very funny.
All right, okay, and you know animals?

You don't know animals.
You never left north Tulsa, huh?

You don't know shit about animals.
What, were you in 4-H?

As a matter of fact, I was in 4-H.
I had a pet pig.

Prize pig, fucking papers and everything.

- Bullshit.
- Yeah.

Oh, my God, I think I gotta shit again.
Those olives...

You're disgusting.

You know what?

You turned into one
of those people we never wanted to be.

Okay.

One of those people who
doesn't fucking like anything.

You know? You're never satisfied.

That's you now.

And you

are one of those guys
that thinks they can change the world.

Yeah. Write something...

Ooh! Write something
that's gonna change everything.

But it won't. You know what it will do?

It'll get Francis hurt.

Yeah. All your bullshit, you know?

It's only gonna hurt
the ones that love you.

Just like it did Jesus.

Yeah.

You were supposed to go by there, man.

And maybe if you did,
he wouldn't have wound up OD'd

right there on the garage floor.

I told you we weren't supposed to
leave him alone, but you did it anyway,

and you're gonna hurt Francis
the same selfish way.

- Fuck!
- Ah! Goddamn you!

Get off me! Get off... I'm gonna... I...

- Is that your piss? Oh, fuck!
- Yeah. Drink my piss.

- Drink my piss, you fucker.
- Get off me, you fucking dick.

I'm gonna fucking kill you.

Fucker. You...

What's going on?

Get down, get down, get down, get down.

- What?
- Don't you... We cannot be seen.

- What's going on?
- Look, look.

Oh, shit. Fucking machine guns!

Do you believe me now?

I believe that weird shit
follows you wherever you go, yeah.

We gotta get the fuck outta here.

- We gotta go. Come on.
- Okay.

Okay.

You fucked up my hat, asshole.

Oh, fuck your hat.

- I can't get enough of this place.
- It's cute.

Oh, see?

It's not just the best pie in town
but the spectacular service.

You better watch yourself.
This one's a flirt.

Well, stay close so I don't have
to wave you down.

Sorry.

So...

how did you like the movie?

Um... I usually don't watch
old movies about boxers.

But, um...

But, uh, I surprised myself.

- I liked it.
- Well,

I would have gave in, quit boxing,
and ran off with the girl.

But if you're a fighter,
that's what you were put here to do.

That is the better movie.

All right.

That is a better movie.

Oh, damn it. Oh, shit. I'm sorry.

Every time I silence this damn thing,
I think it's the last time.

The people you work for?

The man I work for.

But... look,
we don't have to talk about that now.

No, no, no, no. Come on. We're in it now.

I wanna hear. Really.

Okay.

Donald and I...

- Well, we were friends once.
- Mm-hmm.

Two people with
a fondness for one another,

shouting back and forth
across a great divide.

But lately, though, that, um... that
canyon's only gotten wider and wider.

As a younger man...

I thought I’d be a writer.

Now I'm just chasing rich people
down a rabbit hole.

Hmm.

You're very good with words.

- You think so?
- Mm-hmm.

I do.

Hmm.

Okay. So, this white man
that you're shouting to...

I assume he's white, right?

How do you know that?

Well, it's something
in the way that you said his name.

- Donald.
- Donald.

- Donald.
- Okay.

So Donald, all right?

So wait. Here's my question:
What's happening with this Donald

as he's on the other side of this canyon?

Something else altogether. I...

I don’t know what.

You don't know or you don't wanna know?

- It’s beautiful.
- It is, isn't it?

I would wanna live here myself,
but first I gotta get myself one of these

and then I gotta get myself one of these.

Truly, I think this is
a perfect place to raise a family.

I know you're still gonna
look at a few more houses,

but I have a really good feeling
about this one.

- We both love it.
- Yeah, okay.

- Vickey!
- Tricky Vickey!

Oh, my God.

I-I gotta talk to you.
I couldn't find you anywhere.

What?

Lee, you cannot just show up.
People call.

I called. I tried you. Didn't I call?

Also, Wendell, someone told me
that you were, like, dead.

- No, he...
- I'm not dead.

No, he's not dead.

- Is your brother dead?
- Mmm.

Okay, we're all caught up now.

- What happened to your foot?
- Skateboarding.

- Okay.
- Kickflip.

- Skateboarding?
- Listen, Vickey. Vickey?

Vickey, I need your help.

What you need my help for... Okay.

I think the Washbergs have
a new LLC called White Elk.

Please. You guys, I'm serious.

- It's a stupid name.
- All right?

No. Okay, are you listening?

I think there's
a silent broker, all right?

I need you to find out if it's
on the market and who’s buying.

- Illuminati. Yeah.
- Illuminati.

I'm ser... Hey, Vickey.

Vickey, please.

- Please.
- My God.

What makes you think that
I would know anything about that?

Because you are connected.

You know a guy who knows a guy.

All right.

Maybe I know somebody who might know
something or be connected or whatever.

I'm gonna need you to wear a wire.

What kind of wire?
Like an underwire? Ooh.

- I'll just call him.
- I'm being serious, Vickey.

- You're just gonna call him right now?
- Yeah, I'll just call him right now.

He'll answer. He always answers.

Oh, hi, honey.

Yeah, I'm wearing, like,
this little leopard thing.

I have a business question.

Can I get a sales schedule
for White Elk LLC?

Oh, my God. I'm at work.

I have always liked her.

No, just look it up.

- She single?
- What?

- This is none of your business, buddy.
- Wait. Are you...

- They're selling it for how much?
- What?

Whether is she single or not
has nothing to do with you.

I'm trying to listen to her, all right?

Don't even try to...

- Oh, you're with her?
- No, I'm not with her. I'm her friend.

I'm not setting her up with you.

It does not concern you any longer.
Thanks, Lee.

Yeah, well, it concerns me.

- I don’t need your help.
- You don’t need my help.

I don’t need your help.

So, who'd you call?

I know lots of people, Lee.

- It’s called networking.
- I know. What did they say?

White Elk is selling
the land to a company, One Well.

One Well.

Don't really know much about it
other than they are burning through cash.

And here’s the crazy part: They are
selling the land at way over market.

They’re overpaying?

Yeah, like four times
the value it’s worth.

And there’s no other bids.

That sounds like a great way to
launder a bribe to the future governor.

Oklahoma is one,
and I think should remain one.

Our state should not
split us into a thousand bits,

serve special interests, make different
sets of rules for different people.

And it's not far-fetched to say

that's just exactly what these
Indian tribes want done.

It’s not about race.

Hell, a lot of us can trace
our heritage back to the Indians.

So you know it's not about race.

It’s about governing our state fairly.

These Indian tribes,

they're like foreign governments
set up right here under our nose,

beholden to no man and no laws,
except those of their own making.

And then they wield those laws
to reap profits.

Unfair advantage.

Hear! Hear!

I would like to recognize
a fella who's with us here today.

Our future governor, Donald Washberg.

And with the 46 behind him,

Donald is gonna
blow into the governor’s mansion,

and he's going to guard our interests.

Hear! Hear!

And he said he had
two bulls instead of one.

Thanks, fellas.
You guys have been very helpful.

Oh, shit.

Good work, Frank. I’m proud of you.

Uh, Trip, that means the world.
Thanks for the opportunity.

Well, you just keep showing up.

After the election,
there’s gonna be a lot of development.

I'm talking the whole state.
A lot of that could be yours.

I’m ready.

I know. I know.
Fellas, excuse me just a second. Okay.

- Donald.
- Hey, Frank.

Mmm.

I hate to talk business,
but you can be a hard man to reach.

Yeah, well...
...this campaign has been relentless.

Yeah. We're all busy, Donald.

What’s the holdup?
My buyer is asking, and he's impatient.

No holdup. No holdup.

Well, then why the
fuck aren't you closed?

Frank.

This is not a place to make a scene.

I know. I know. No, no.

You don't have to worry about White Elk.

I just...
I don't need you on my ass right now.

Yeah. We'll talk.

Hmm.

♪ Yo, the era of terror we spread... ♪

That's Blackie's fuckin' car.
I'm telling you.

- I don't see it.
- ♪ We need a new kinda ark ♪

See that dent? That was me.

♪ Bury the hatchet for the me... ♪

Yo. What's good, baby?
Hoo-dy hoo, what it do?

Hey, all I wanna know, ladies,
who coming down here tonight

gonna be nailin' Waylon, baby.

I'm working the night shift.

Nothing's coming up on One Well.
Nothing at all.

Another investigation
brought to you by googling.

Give me a break. All right? Listen.

Donald Washberg
is being bought off, right?

His brother finds out,
does not approve. So Donald kills Dale.

- Ultio fratris. Brother's vengeance.
- All right, look.

I don't want a Latin lesson right now.

- You don't?
- No, I don't.

- What I need is...
- Hey!

Where are those two
Indian fuckers who took...

Johnny?

- Johnny?
- What the fuck is going on?

- Phil, right?
- You said you were a friend of Blackie’s.

- I did say that.
- You know where they are, don't you?

No, I only went over there.
I was trying to figure out...

Allen knew you were full of shit.

- Hold on.
- Trying to figure out what?

- Let me tell you, all right?
- You lied to me.

- My name is Lee Raybon.
- Lee Raybon. What kind of shit is that?

- Listen, I work here at Hoot Owl Books.
- You lied to fucking Bonnie. You said...

Listen, you fucking skinhead pussies.

- What the fuck?
- You cumstains.

You are so lucky my foot is fucked up.

Come on!

Back the fuck up.

Let's fucking go, man.

We’ll be back, motherfucker.

The fuck are you doing?
You cannot fire a gun in the air.

Bullets come down, you know?
They hit people. Accidents happen.

I’m security, right?

Yeah. Yeah, you are.
And-And that was good.

That was good. It's just...
Not a loaded gun, okay?

- No, but good...
- I get a raise, right?

No, you don't get a raise.
It's just good job, okay?

Wendell. Wendell, Wendell, Wendell.

Come on.

And where the hell is Waylon?

This is me.

You know, it’s still early. Uh...

Maybe you wanna grab a drink?

No.

Huh. Damn. Okay.

Don't... Don't get me wrong.

I think you’re cute.

Very, in fact.

But, um, you know,
for a private investigator,

you can be a little incurious.

Tell me how you really feel.

Maybe some other
time. But without Donald.

Thanks for the movie.

Okay. You got a book?

- Oh, yeah. Right.
- Yeah.

What book we do last year?

- Confederacy of Dunces.
- Oh, yeah.

Oh, hey. How about Brainard?

- Okay.
- Yeah, it's better.

- Prophetic even.
- Yeah.

After all these years.

Oh, we’re still a mess, Jesus.

Trying to be more like you.

Hard to do.

All right.

Okay, um...

Okay. All right. I got it.

Um...

Ah...

This is the earliest
I’ve woken up in 72 days.

I’m a mess.

I’m a mess.

I've put Francis in danger...

...and I'm gonna lose the bookstore.

I too am a mess.

Okay.

You’re not bad at a lot of things.

You are an excellent talker.

You don't seem to like anything anymore.

Not even me.

Um...

You have a mouth I do not trust.

- Why you still wanna do this?
- I don't-I don't know...

Means I'm still alive, I guess.

Just chasing what Jesus was. I don't...

It's my North Star.

But at the same time, his death
is a hellhound on my trail.

I fucking hate you.

I also love you.

I do not want you to die.

It's scary to be your friend.

You are the hellhound on my trail.

I know.

You know what the fucked-up thing is?

Together, we'd make one hell of a person.

- Just one, huh?
- Oh, yeah.

Fuck yeah.

We're too fucked-up to be whole.

- Hey, Betty Jo. What's up?
- Widow booty call.

Keep your voice down.

Is there someplace we can talk?

Uh, yeah. Sure.

- Thanks for meeting me.
- Yeah, what's going on?

Miss me?

Donald knows about us.

Oh, fuck.

He broke into my house this morning
to yell at me about it.

Did he threaten you?

It's, uh...

It's a side of him
I've never really ever seen.

Did he hit you?

- No, but...
- But what?

He took Dale's gun with him.

Lee, I'm scared.

I am just a sitting duck
in that house right now.

Look, trust me. You gotta disappear.

And go where? Back to Avant?

- Somewhere, anywhere, family, friends.
- Nowhere Donald couldn't find me.

- Y'all hungry?
- No, I'm good.

Uh, just the usual.

'Kay.

All right.

"Sunyata Women's Self-Care Retreat."

He won't find you there.

You're fucking joking.

Would you pass a message
to Pearl and tell her where I'll be?

She's blocking my number.

Just in case anything happens.

Nothing's gonna happen to you.

Thank you.

♪ Canned food and new tattoos ♪

♪ Two men killed
When the cat got loose ♪

♪ That concludes tonight's news ♪

♪ You knew ♪

- All right.
- Hey.

Listen, you know...

Maybe we hang out sometime?
You know, like normal people?

See a movie or something.

- Should bring Francis.
- Yeah.

She's the best part about you, man.

Yeah. Yeah.

Stay greasy.

I will.

Don't get killed!

♪ Fightin' fire with fire
In the hole you dug ♪

♪ You're gettin' burnt
And you're damn near fucked ♪

♪ Buddy, you're in love ♪

♪ It's bound to rain ♪

Hey.

Could I talk to you?
Could I talk to you for a second?

Hey, my name's Lee.
I'm a friend of your mom's.

- She just wanted... She sent me here...
- What?

I'm a friend of your mom's,
and she went on a retreat. The Sunyata...

- Hey, bookworm.
- Let's go.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
What the fuck?

Somebody! Take out your phone!
This is not legal!

- Ow! Goddamn!
- Shut up, you queer.

Police brutality!

- I got you, Lee!
- Police brutality!

- Fuck. Fish, you filming this shit? Ow!
- Hey.

Let me go!

- Let's go.
- Go where? Go where?

- Running's still an option.
- Nah. No, no...

- No?
- Uh, hey, I don't...

What the fuck is...

Watch your back, Raybon!

Fuck you, Raybon!

Look what the cat dragged in!

Hey! Raybon!

All right, Raybon.

Well, well, well,
it's the fucking wordsmith.

Yeah, excuse me.

Hey, ow!

You motherfucker.

All right, hot dog. Hey, pussy.

Shit!

Hey, get out of my face!

Fire!

Hey, why don't you go reset
those targets for us?

- What?
- Do you want to? It'll be fun.

Ha! He got somewhere to be.

Good luck, shithead.

I'm about to light it up, man.

Go on.

Get outta here, princess.

Hey, Lee.