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Dale Washberg was found dead in his home late last night

after an apparent suicide.

We ask for privacy as we grieve this tremendous loss.

You're a journalist too though, right?

I am a Tulsa "truthstorian."

I've been doing a little research on y'all. I have some concerns.

You better watch out. Donald could be your future governor.

Oh, that widow? She's crazy too.

Her husband committed suicide a week ago.

Now she's sitting with her dead husband's brother.

That's enough! No!

Let's go! You motherfucker, let's go! Watch your fucking fingers.

We got something that your boss is gonna love.

Who's my boss?

Allen, what are you doing?

Lee, I'm gonna get you out.

You crazy, bas... I'll see you at Sweet Emily's.

- Fuck. - Hello?

Yeah, hey. I got the money for the... the house and stuff.

That's great. See you in 30?

You know what? Make it 40. 40's good.

- Allen, please. - Shut the fuck up!

Down on your fucking knees.

Whoa.

Yeah.

Hi, I'm Lee.

Johnny, how are you? I was murdered last night.

Yeah, Francis and I are gonna go catch a movie after we get some stitches.

Pow!

'Cause we love to make sure we look snatched.

Really important because we do need to start off...

What?

I'll give you a thousand dollars

for those shades, this hat and a brief makeup tutorial.

Okay. Show me the money first.

Hey, guys... Oh, shit. Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry. I'm sorry.

- Hey there, Francis. - Hey.

What the fuck?

- Is that, um... - Sorry I'm late, you guys.

- Yeah, that's... - Dad, what are you wearing?

- Don't even ask. - Here we go.

Lee, this is--

- Johnny. Nice to finally meet you, bud. - Yeah. Johnny. Yeah, hey. Hey.

Heard a lot about you. Good stuff, obviously.

- Hey, can I try that on? - Uh, no.

Oh, my God. Is that a new black eye?

Oh, geez. You know, I've been... I've been doing this jujitsu training and it's--

- You roll? You roll? Where do you roll? - No, don't.

All right? You wouldn't know it. It's over in Sand Springs. It's the real deal.

Sand Springs jujitsu. That's my guy Juan's place. I love it.

No, I train with the guy who trained Juan,

so it's different. It's private lessons.

He's 72 years old. What do you... Who's training Juan?

Yeah, well, this guy's 84.

- Okay. Yeah. Come on. - No frills. Yeah.

Okay, dude.

I gotta talk to your dad before you go, okay?

- Go easy on me. All right, uh... - Good to meet you, man.

Yeah, yeah, good to meet you too.

- Look, I finally hit the bottom. - Whose car is that?

Everything I owe you plus the interest.

Yeah.

You sold the van, didn't you?

No, no, I've been working. Working at the Heartland Press.

The article's viral. You saw that, right?

It's a real page-turner. It's only two pages, but, you know...

Damn.

And, hey, listen, you mind if we switch weekends?

With the eye and the van...

What? No.

No. You said you were gonna take her.

- You're taking her for the weekend. - Yeah, I know I said that.

No, no, no.

Johnny's taking me to Eureka Springs, remember?

Eureka Springs? I took you there. That sucks.

- It was in the calendar for weeks. - Yeah, well...

I don't read the calendar, and I never will.

Fine, fuck it. I'll take her.

- That's great. No, it's better this way. - Yeah. You will. Yeah, it is.

Go to Eureka Springs, have a ball. She really likes him?

- Yes. - She thinks he's cool?

- Uh... Lee. - He's not cool. Okay. Yeah.

Uh, all right, Francis, let's make it happen.

- You guys don't wanna go for tacos or... - Nah, no tacos.

Now, where is the van?

Somebody rear-ended me, so I had to take it to the shop, you know.

It's gonna be fine.

- Dad. - What?

Dad, not while you're driving.

Okay, just... Will you google Akron for me? A-K-R-O-N.

Okay. Development business?

Yeah, just get me their phone number.

All right, it's ringing.

No, no, don't call them. Don't... Don't call them.

Uh, hello? Akron Development.

Oh, yeah. Hey, I'm, uh... Would you connect me to, um, Allen, please?

- Which Allen? Jacobs or... - Allen Ginger.

Excuse me?

Uh, Allen. You know, Allen. He's-He's-He's-He's a redhead.

He's about, you know, this tall. Frank's his boss.

- Oh. You mean Allen Murphy? - Yes, Allen Murphy. Yes.

Okay. Allen Murphy doesn't work at AKRON.

What? No, he-he-he does. Doesn't he?

No, Allen's an independent contractor. He doesn't--

Don't-Don't-Don't mess with that. Wait. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Got bad mojo.

- Hello? - Allen doesn't work here.

Yes, he does.

No, Allen is hired independently. He doesn't work at Akron.

Okay, gotcha. All right. Thank you.

- Oh, my God. - Who's Allen?

Allen. Who is Allen? Allen is a bad guy.

B for bad. Like, Regina George bad.

Okay, then why do you wanna talk to him?

'Cause I'm a good guy, and that's what we do.

We call up bad guys,

make 'em answer the phone.

- Huh? Right? - Mmm.

Oh.

I liked it gray.

I know. But I gotta court the youth vote.

I think it's important.

You think it'll look natural?

Yeah.

You're lying.

I missed you. You should have come by sooner.

I know. I know. I missed you too.

Oh, we gotta be careful right now. All eyes on me.

But I just feel like I should be there for you in this moment.

When you need me the most.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

It's funny.

- Dale and I hardly talked that last year... - Hmm.

...but...

Now the house feels too quiet.

I miss him puttering around in his office.

Sure.

What was that?

Maybe a bird?

Oh.

- You fucking asshole! - Is that Maryann?

- And you fucking whore! - What the... Shit.

I've had enough.

Here we go.

You are so sick.

- You're both sick, selfish fucks. - No, no. No, no. No, no.

H-How could you do this again? How could you do this to me?

All right, make yourself busy, will you. I gotta pay some bills.

Okay.

My head.

- Dad, the van's still here. - Oh.

Hey, Frannie. Got all that Shania Twain you ordered.

Who? I did not order any Shania Twain.

Did too. Says so right here on my fake ledger.

Are you open?

Dig your heart out. Give me hope for your generation.

Oh.

- Cheers, Dad. - Get in there.

Hey, Pedo.

What the fuck, man? You're supposed to protect me. I got kidnapped.

What the fuck are you talking about?

What am I talking about? I was abducted last night right outside my own van.

- Outside, right here? - Yeah, right here. Right there.

Man, you're a grown-ass man. Throw hands.

What the fuck happened? Hey, I'm security in the bookstore,

not the fucking sidewalk.

You're supposed to watch me, not the fucking books.

All right, you need to chill out. Acting like the goddamn president.

- I'm security of the bookstore. - All right. Yeah, what do I pay you for?

Whoa, hey, hey, hey, This brings up a good point.

I wanna talk to you about this man right here.

When we were in lockup, yeah. This man protected me.

He's my cousin, Henry, part of Deadly Natives.

Wait. I... I thought you-you-you hated the Deadly Natives.

Well, yeah, we're... we're ops and shit, but, you know, we're still family.

We gotta look out for each other.

But, hey, hey, this is... this is good because... It's perfect.

He can watch out here. He's also Mr. Fix It too.

He can fix toilets, cars, phones.

No. I'm not hiring anybody else.

Man, what the fuck he mean? Kidnapped? He's a grown-ass man.

I was here all fucking night working. I didn't see jack shit, dude.

Oh, yo, just stick around, dude. You'll win him over.

It looks like blood, but it's not. Okay?

- I don't give a shit. - Cool.

Cool makeup. You look like redneck Elton John.

- Don't fuck with me, okay? - Shit.

Yeah. That's what I owe you

and here is an advance, Mrs. Funny Pants.

All right, did Ray come in with the... with the Thompson books?

Oh, Ray? No, I haven't seen him. You sell some first editions or a kidney?

Okay, listen, I'm gonna need you to watch Francis for a little while

and don't ask me any questions, okay?

Every day on time. Not Indian time, white people time.

Yeah.

Just to be clear, I'm not your boss. I'm not your employer.

I do have one job for you. Okay?

- Waylon, stop calling me Pedo. Got it? - Bet.

All right, let me explain the job. You see this car?

- Yeah. - Yeah, I want you to get rid of it.

- Get rid of it? - Yeah, make it disappear. I want it gone.

- Why? - Hold on a second. Here, take this.

What's wrong with the car?

We could use this. We got court cases and shit we can get to.

Make it gone.

You want it gone? Get rid of that silly fucking van you got.

Oh, baby, you look like you fucked a werewolf.

- Just t-take this. - Are you okay? What--

I don't want... I don't want that. Why would...

Just hold this for me. Okay?

And I don't like hiding things that have come out of your pants.

What is this? It feels kinda like money.

Just hold this for me, will you?

Why are you guessing?

It's a game I like to play. What did Lee bring me? Is it money?

Did you fart in the bag? You did.

- It's money. - Since it's money, you do owe me some.

- You know that, right? - How much do I owe you?

Well, rent from last month plus a holding fee for this.

There's blood on this money.

- Is this blood money? - Yeah.

I can't be hiding any fucking blood money.

Yeah. I-I mean, how do you define blood money?

Did you witness the blood being applied to this money?

Yeah, yeah, for sure.

Were you a party to the blood being applied to the money?

A party?

Lee, were you personally responsible for the blood being spilled

in the first place that ended up being applied to this money?

Absolutely not.

- Okay, cool. I'm comfortable with that. - Okay, cool.

Yeah. I don't want that.

Yeah, you do. It's a first edition.

Fucker doesn't listen.

Abel, I'm sorry. I couldn't find that Kimbrough.

That soul sucker from Calico I dated must've taken it.

All right, let's roll. Let's roll.

- What? - Oh, yeah. That's for you too.

Why are you being so weird?

S-Sit down, okay? Stay right here. Thank you.

No. Not right there. Not... Not by the window.

- Just stay here and do not leave Deidra. - What?

Why? Where are you going?

'Cause I gotta go out. I gotta look into a few things.

Can I go with you?

What?

- Can I go with you? - Oh, no.

Not this time, St. Francis. Yeah. Okay. Okay.

Shit.

The fuck is up with him?

I have no idea.

Marty. Who the fuck is this Marty?

- Who are you talking about? - Come on.

The pretentious poet guy. He pretends to like me,

the Black dude with the pageboy hat.

Oh, the handsome silver-throated Black man.

Yeah. Silver-throated, huh?

Voice like honey.

That's him. Who the fuck is he?

He's been following me. Has he been in here today?

Well, not today, but he's not pretending, honey. He likes you.

He's read all your articles. He won't see mine, but he reads yours, huh?

- Talks about you all the fucking time. - He does?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, shit.

- Yo, you're not gonna believe this story... - Lee, what the fuck?

- What? What did I do? - Get... Get over here.

Fuck.

Oh, okay.

All right, all right, all right. I'm back. I'm back.

Oh, shit. Yeah, okay. Get rid of this. Dang it.

Okay.

Fucking idiots.

What's up, dick hole?

What's the little Willie Shakes-queer you're up to today?

Trying... Trying to fix Oklahoma writing your little diary.

Don't you have any evidence to mishandle, Shit-bird?

That's not how it works. Hey, it's Shep-pherd, dumb fuck.

Watch your mouth, man.

Yeah, don't let me let the hound out.

Yeah, why don't you go back inside, tug on your little bookworm,

fucking idiot.

Pussy.

Okay. All right, hold up. Yeah, I'll call you back. Take care.

- Good news. Good news. - Come here.

- We... You got a sell. - Yeah, listen to me.

I don't want you to sell it, okay? I want it to be gone.

- I want it to be destroyed. - No, hey, hey.

I want it to be chopped up into little pieces.

First of all, pump the brakes. I just got off the phone with my auntie Janice,

and she said, and I quote,

"I will give you $300 tonight." I have the bingo.

- Why do I pay you, huh? Oh, Je... - You pay me jack shit.

- Henry, come here. - Hey, hey!

Henry, I want you to show some leadership capabilities, all right?

- How? - And help him chop that fucking car up

so that I never see it again, okay?

- And, hey, this is all... - Ay, leadership?

- Hey, hey. I'm the leader here, all right? - Yeah, you're the leader.

You know what? Be the leader.

All right. Hey. Let's roll.

This motherfucker.

- Lee, what the fuck? - Fuck. What? What happened?

- You brought this shit to my doorstep. - What did I do?

- I didn't do this. - I got enough problems.

- What? What? Fuck. - Look. Look. Look.

It was those skinheads you--

What? Yeah. Those are the guys that kidnapped me.

- You're not a kid, Lee. - No, the ones... They stole me, whatever.

The guys who popped me in the trunk. I told you.

I gave you a gun. How does an adult with a gun

- get put in the trunk? - I don't know.

- And you don't know about the lever? - What lever?

There's a lever in all of 'em, man.

In every trunk. You pop it. It opens right up.

At least they should've taught me that in school.

So, how'd you get out?

All right, this slick looking Black dude, right?

Really finely dressed. Kind of guy who doesn't know the difference

between Waylon Jennings and Willie Nelson.

I don't know the difference between Waylon Jennings and Willie Nelson.

He just appears out of nowhere. Boom, he saves me.

What in the magical negro bullshit is that?

You gotta stop smoking dope watching The Legend of Bagger Vance.

I know how it sounds.

These two guys, clowns. They-They stick me in a trunk,

and they're driving me to see this guy Allen, who I know.

The guy who works for Akron, you know?

They keep talking about some big fuck up, right.

And they're gonna deliver me to him to make amends.

But before they can,

dude shoots them both dead in broad daylight.

- But both those motherfuckers are dead? - They're dead.

You saw this through the trunk?

Yeah, dude. Like, yeah, yeah, I saw it. For sure.

So your article smokes 'em out.

Then they get smoked.

Yeah. And they kept talking about a boss, like a bigger boss.

Like maybe Allen has a boss, and they were taking me to him.

I can think of a few people that wanna take a piece of you.

- Who? - Ex-sheriff.

- Oh, fuck him. - My cousin Jamal.

Jamal still mad?

- Your landlord. - Uh, slumlord.

- My landlord. - Bigger slumlord.

It's just I feel like...

I gotta find out who killed these guys

'cause it's some kind of cover-up. Don't you feel that way?

- Fuck a cover-up. - These guys...

Who's gonna cover the cost of my window?

Dead fucking skinhead?

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. You know, they left some money, man. You want some?

No, I don't want any skinhead blood money, man. That shit's bad karma.

You sure?

- All right, give me 600 bucks. - All right. One, two, three, four...

- Make it eight. One of their mothers, man. - Okay.

She's on my ass. She was trying to come down here this morning.

That bitch is gonna burn this place down when she finds out her baby boy is dead.

Yeah, her neo-Nazi baby.

Mamas don't care if their babies are the devil themselves.

They're gonna get their retribution against God, the universe,

whoever else is in their way.

Where are you going?

Listen, man.

I'm getting too old for this.

Not letting you talk me into this shit anymore.

- I'm done, you hear me? - I hear you. Loud and clear.

You better hope that guy Allen

never learned you were in that trunk either.

So you know that mom? You got a number or an address on her?

Yeah, she's a subscribe... Why?

Crazy-ass white boy.

Belly. Back. Belly. Back. Belly. Back. Back.

Belly. Belly. Back. Back. Belly. Belly. Belly. Belly. Back. Back.

- Belly. Belly. Back. - Wait a minute.

Oh, what you need?

- You Bonnie? - Who's asking?

Johnny. A friend of Blackie's. Can I come in?

Well, we ain't seen him. I've been calling and calling. Have you seen him?

No, I'm supposed to meet Blackie up this morning, but he didn't show.

And he didn't answer his cell phone. Berta neither.

Give me that remote, shug.

Yeah. Yeah.

Can I sit down?

Well, that's what it's there for.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, David Allan Coe.

He's one of the all-time greats.

You Never Even Call Me by My Name. It's my favorite song.

Yeah.

I got to sit in his 18-wheeler once. I was young.

Well, if you knew where Blackie might be,

you know, then I could go scare him up.

What you want with him? He owe you money?

That boy owes money all over the place, but he has got the best heart.

No, no, no, it's-it's nothing like that.

I just, you know, ain't seen him in a while. I wanted to check in.

I mean, maybe I could go to where he works.

You know where that might be?

How do you know him?

The truth?

Great Plains Correctional Center.

We met in lockup.

You know, I did two years for assault.

You know, some people got it coming, you know,

but Blackie, he really... He-He helped me with my temper.

You know, you must have really raised him right.

I did my best.

Yeah, well, I just got out,

and the first thing I wanted to do was just let Blackie know

how grateful I was for the things that he taught me.

I mean, he taught me to respect my mama.

He talked about you all the time.

That's the truth, really. All he wanted to do was make you proud.

Been a while since you've had a hot meal then.

- Yeah. - I can make you a hot pocket.

Oh, no. That's okay. I don't need any food. I'm--

Pepperoni is Blackie's favorite.

You want sweet tea? Well, it used to be iced.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, he was doing so good.

Seems like the devil's always chasing him though.

Just waiting right around the corner.

There's a spiritual war going on, you know.

Uh, I don't doubt it.

This is Phil.

Oh, hey. Yeah. Hey, Phil.

Give me a kiss, baby. Come on.

Yeah. This here is Johnny. You know him?

No.

He's fresh out of the clink. He's looking for Berta and Blackie.

They ain't answering their phone to him either. I told you something ain't right.

Things were going okay. I could feel 'em slipping though.

That devil always comes when you're doing good.

And then some trashy-ass writer started putting my boy up on blast!

In a dang booty rag no less.

I oughta bust a cap in his ass.

Yeah, fuck the media.

Amen! Dragging my boy back into the past.

He fell in with the... the wrong crowd back then. That's all. That's all.

Blackie doesn't have the best taste in friends.

Except for this one, of course.

Something's happened. Oh, I can feel it. I can just feel it.

Hey, you don't know nothing bad happened. Ain't even been gone long.

- Go fold clothes. I'll chat with Johnny. - Mmm.

You are right.

Excuse me, Johnny.

Yeah.

She loves folding clothes. It calms her nerves. Mmm.

So, Blackie know about, uh...

...with his mom?

I wasn't aware that was anybody's business, nosella!

Why don't you tell him then?

If he ever comes home.

You don't think Blackie's coming home?

Listen, asshole, I don't know you. What the fuck should I talk to you for?

You Blackie's friend or not? Look, if he is still alive, I can help him.

I just gotta know what he's into. He said something about that Allen?

You know Allen?

Mm-hmm, I heard of him.

Yeah, well. They got mixed up with him a while back.

Trust me, you do not wanna go near that dude.

Yeah?

He was in lockup too.

Old-school brotherhood, not that new age fucking shit.

He's a tough motherfucker.

Yeah, I met some of them. We're talking about the same Allen, right?

That Allen Murphy, the redhead, the fleece-vest wearing guy?

- Yeah. Yeah. - Yeah?

That's his getup now after moving on up in the world.

He gets Berta and Blackie jobs from time to time. They fucking worship him.

What kind of jobs?

- I don't know. Stuff with cash. - Right.

- Under the table. - Right.

They never say what. It's always real hush-hush.

They act like it's too important for me to get it. Fucking tools.

Blackie did say they fucked something up in Skiatook the other day.

Skiatook?

Phil!

What you want, peaches?

I'm goin' to Walmart soon!

All right. I ate the last hot pocket.

My baby girl.

Oh. Oh.

Can I go inside?

Yeah. Yeah.

- You want me to help you? - No, I got it.

- No, I... No, that's too much. Hey. Let me... - I can get it.

I don't understand. I talked to him, and he seemed fine.

Yeah, well.

When he was on the phone with you, he seemed fine, but you weren't here.

There were things. I mean, he...

He was not himself. He had a lot of new ideas.

Okay.

I was mad when my daddy passed too.

Man, it makes you feel silly to be mad at someone gone.

But it just... it just happens that way sometimes.

- I'm not mad at him. - Okay.

It doesn't make sense.

And you could've been nicer to him.

Honey, you've hardly touched your plate,

and we have to leave for your dad's memorial soon.

You eat it.

I'm gonna go put my stuff up.

Should I get ready now?

Sorry, kiddo. I gotta ride solo on this one.

Okay, well at least let me do your makeup.

You know what? That's actually a really good idea.

- Hold still. - All right.

Gentle.

So the van is back from the shop, huh?

Yeah.

It's almost like it never left.

Why'd you lie to me?

- Well, I... - Like, Dad, you don't have to do that.

I'm sorry.

You know, you have a perfect knuckle-shaped bruise,

- right over here. - Ow. Easy!

Okay.

What?

Dad, do you ever get scared?

Yeah, of course, all the time. Some things are scary.

Usually, all the important things.

Why? What are you scared of?

Come... You're not worried about me?

Worry about all the good people sleeping their way through their lives, huh?

I'm doing exactly what I wanna do.

I'm living. Okay?

Okay.

You wanna do the Band-aids?

I was so scared when I proposed to your mom,

that I was trembling.

Trembling? Really?

What happened?

Well, she said okay. Then we broke up.

But I'm still glad I asked.

Yeah.

All right.

Don't worry about me.

- Love you. - Love you too.

I'm going to church, like a good boy.

Ray, pick up your phone. Come on. I need my books.

They're more than books, Ray. Just call me back, okay?

♪♪ Well, glory, glory ♪

♪♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪♪ Since I laid My burdens down ♪

♪♪ Glory, glory hallelujah ♪

♪♪ Since I laid My burdens down ♪

♪♪ I feel better ♪

♪♪ So much better ♪

♪♪ Since I laid My burdens down ♪

♪♪ I feel better ♪

♪♪ So much better ♪

♪♪ Since I laid My burdens down ♪

♪♪ Burdens down, Lord ♪

♪♪ Burdens down, Lord ♪

♪♪ Since I laid My burdens down ♪

Move over.

♪♪ Burdens down, Lord ♪

♪♪ Burdens down, Lord ♪

♪♪ Since I laid My burdens down... ♪

What the hell are you doing?

I can ask you the same thing, huh? You follow me here?

No, I was invited actually.

So, why you following me then, huh?

♪♪ Down ♪

I'm a private investigator.

You're a PI, huh?

Wow!

Indeed.

And now Donald Washberg with a few words about his late brother.

So, who's paying you, huh? Who's paying you?

Donald Washberg is paying you. I...

Shut the fuck up!

Knock it off.

Well, if you've known me a minute, you know I like to talk.

- I can't believe this guy. - Today is not about...

I can't believe he has you following me. Fuck him.

What did you think was gonna happen

writing articles about a powerful family like the Washbergs? Future governor.

Yes, so why'd you help me out of the trunk?

'Cause there'd be a dead white boy in the trunk if I didn't.

You know, when we played as kids...

he didn't wanna play with the white boys in our neighborhood.

He wanted to go to the other side of town

and play with the Black boys and the Indian kids.

Look, I'm a private investigator, not an accomplice to murder.

Yeah. Well, you recite poetry to everybody you investigate?

He didn't see differences...

Donald and I go way back.

I was conflicted about taking the job because frankly, I knew who you were.

You could even say I was a fan of your writing.

Was a fan?

Don't meet your heroes.

- So, I'm like your hero? - It's a metaphor.

Okay.

And I mourn with his dear family.

My sister-in-law, Betty Jo and their beautiful daughter, Pearl.

I will miss him dearly,

but I know Dale is now with Daddy, and Mama.

Amen.

Amen.

Thank you, Donald. Powerful words. He'll surely be missed.

Make sure to join us afterwards for the reception.

Food, drinks and fellowship.

Come on get yourself something to eat.

- That was beautiful, Don. - Thank you, sweetheart.

How are you?

- Reverend Tyrone. - Betty Jo.

It's always good to see you.

Son of a bitch. Lee Rollon! Goddamn! What, what was it?

"Truthstorian," "truthstorian." You're my favorite "truthstorian."

Yeah, you're my favorite guy who owns a lot of things he shouldn't have.

What the fuck are you laughing at?

Fuck it. Let's get a hot dog.

You tried these suckers? They're good.

That was really touching.

Thank you.

I know you. The writer.

Lee Raybon.

I like what you did with your hair.

You gonna write about it in your next hit piece?

You couldn't nail me in the first one, so you had to dig up my ancestors

and take a big old shit on them.

You run for governor. You're fair game.

If great grandma Elspeth was alive today, she would've kicked your ass.

"Great grandma Elspeth." Tell me what I got wrong, huh? What'd I get wrong?

Well, first off, you got nothing about the good

- this family has done for the community-- - Oh, my God. Get over yourself.

Why'd you hire a private detective to follow me, huh?

What are you scared of? What you got to hide?

So you wouldn't hurt anybody else.

I'm not the one who hurts people, right? You're the dangerous man.

You see your face?

You know who gave me these bruises, huh? Do you?

Well, did you try to fuck a porcupine. We're done here.

It's my brother's memorial. Have some respect.

- Hey, Donnie... Don... Donald Washberg. Huh? - Lee.

- Hey... - Lee, thought it was you. Good to see you.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no. You are not welcome here.

- I thought it was a public campaign event. - This is my brother's memorial.

- Right, a memorial. I forgot. - A memorial. My brother.

Gentlemen.

Did I tell you he's having me followed, and he had me kidnapped.

What else are you doing with the skinheads, huh?

- Hey, hey! - Shit.

- Donald. - Give me that! My fucking tie.

- You. Come on. Come on. Right now. - Keep going!

- Got 'em. Hey, hey. - I want him out of here.

- Stop, stop! - But it's gonna get noisy in here,

until the money lenders are thrown out of the temple!

I don't think Donald Washberg has ever been in this church!

Get him out of here! He's a lunatic!

A vote for Donald Washberg

- is a vote for white supremacy! - Shut the fuck up.

Officer, I recommend you give this man a deep cavity search.

♪♪ John Brown's body lies a moldering in his grave! ♪

Shut the fuck up!

♪♪ And the truth Goes marching on! ♪

- Oh, my goodness. - Fuck you!

- Shit! Fuck! - What the fuck is wrong with you?

- Me? - What, are you crazy?

- What? What did I do? - You're gonna end up in a ditch.

Yeah, or in a river like those other two guys.

I mean, you saw shit!

You saw what happened! You should be worried too.

What are you talking about? I didn't see shit.

I just saved your ass, and now I saved it twice.

What, you didn't see what happened to the skinheads? You didn't see that?

What?

- You saw what happened? - I saw those guys shove you in a car,

and then they drove off, and then I lost the trail for a while.

By the time I spotted their car on that bridge,

you were alone, screaming like a stuck pig.

- That's it. That's all you saw? - That's it!

All right, and this is all fine with you,

them using this church as a PR event. Come on!

Look... Fanfare aside.

That was a man grieving for his brother.

You think this is what Dale would've wanted, huh?

You don't know Dale Washberg any better than I do.

I know that a man's soul, or lack of it,

is made evident by what he can carve on a white sheet of paper.

- Bukowski? Really? Be more predictable. - Yeah, Bukowski. Yes. Yeah.

I'm trying to tell you that Dale Washberg was a writer

- right up until the night he was murdered. - What are you talking about?

You know what? Don't worry about it.

You're either blind or you're a liar.

I've always been ahead of the curve 'cause I know for a fact

that Donald Washberg is connected to those skinheads.

Donald Washberg is a top-shelf motherfucker.

There's no way he's connected with those skinheads.

Those guys who shoved me in that trunk,

they talked about "the job they had in Skiatook."

You know who lives in Skiatook? Dale Washberg, the recently deceased.

Lots of people live in Skiatook. It was a suicide!

Yeah. Did you see an autopsy?

- Did you? - Well, you've lost it.

You probably got one of those thingamajigs pinned to the wall

with little crazy strings connecting it all. A conspiracy board.

- Well, I'm a visual thinker. It helps me. - For Christ sake!

Hey, Donald Washberg hired you to follow me, right?

You're so sure you know everything that he's capable of.

Go home, Lee.

All right. All right. Fine. Walk away, walk away.

Turn a blind eye, Mr. Private Investigator.

You are a sellout.

What did you say to me?

You'd do anything for money. That's the difference between you and me.

I work to expose the man, and you work for the man.

You're talking to me about the man?

Fuck you, you self-righteous cracker.

Who the fuck...

All right, let's get it.

Yeah.

♪♪ Yo, the era of terror We spread in the dark ♪

♪♪ Was a pallbearer We need a new kinda arc ♪

♪♪ Bury the hatchet 'fore The mess gets too ratchet ♪

♪♪ Release locks for peace talks That's how cousin hatched it ♪

♪♪ Ain't no victory if You smash shit to snatch it ♪

♪♪ Natives and Mafia Onto new kinder rap shit ♪

It's only been up for seven minutes. Already has 142 likes, dog.

I'm making it out of the res with this one.

Fuck, yeah. That's some truth virus right there. Cough, cough, bitch.

Sorry you're stuck babysitting me again.

I don't get stuck, Fran, I parlay. And don't start apologizing for your dad.

That's gonna get real exhausting real quick.

- Okay. - So try and get 21.

Let me know if you need anything.

Is Lee around?

He should be back soon.

Your pop live here too?

Buddy, you looking for a book?

No.

What do you want with my dad?

- What's up, Pedo. - Don't call me Pedo.

Hey, kiddo!

Francis, why don't you go upstairs. I'll be right there. Go.

Deidra, you can get out. I'll take care of this guy.

Okay, I guess.

Yeah, yeah, thanks. It's been... Place looks great.

You're the rancher, right? How you been?

Yeah, I heard someone was asking after me, at my place of work.

Yeah, that was me. I was... I wan...

I wanted to talk to you about a piece I'm doing.

Yeah? On what subject? Putting your nose in places it shouldn't be?

No, felons, you know, reform.

Yeah, I'm just super interested

in how a high-profile company like Akron, you know,

that they're hiring, you know, former convicts for their new developments.

I mean, I'm just trying to find out more about their charitable aspects

and I mean, I hire a few ex-cons myself.

I mean, that's my heads of security and they kill people.

They kill them, yeah.

- Indian mafia, you know. I mean... - Is that right?

Here's my card. Next time you wanna talk, call me direct.

Maybe I'll even take you for a ride out to one of our properties.

Stunning. You could get lost out there.

I look like I'm going to Steven Seagal's birthday party.

Donald Washberg is cleaning up loose ends

and if I don't put the details together...

more people are gonna be killed.

I'm gonna need you to wear a wire.

What kind of wire?

Like an underwear? Ooh.

He's trying to destroy our family

to make a name for himself.

It must be terrible to be so paranoid.

Just thinking that everybody's out to get you.

Let me go!

You're dealing with greedy people.

They don't know right from wrong.

You get in their way, you get smoked.

What is this stranger doing in my home?

He's a good dad or he tries to be.

Francis!

And where is this good dad?

Oh, God, they're armed.

Do you believe me now?

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