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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?

Why don't you drive on out this morning?

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, 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

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.

- What is this? - Lame.

"Women's self-care retreat?"

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, huh?

What, you lose your copy of The Idiot ?

What did you do to my store? It looks like a fucking Starbucs 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.

Oh, 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 shit to do.

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

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

Hey, 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. - 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 then 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 who may or may not have done 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," 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 in 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.

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?

Oh, my God.

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, Vicky.

Vicky, Vicky, 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, Vicky.

Vicky, please.

- Please. - My God.

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

Because you are connected.

You know a guy who know 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 underwear? Ooh.

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

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

He'll answer. He always answers.

Oh, hi, honey.

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

But 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.

Here, here.

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.

Here, here.

Well, he said he had two balls instead of one.

Thanks, fellas. You guys have been very helpful.

Oh, shit.

Good work, Frank. I’m proud of you.

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.

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

Yeah, well, this campaign has been relentless.

We're all busy, Donald.

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

There’s no hold up. No hold up.

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

Frank. This is not the place to make a scene.

I know. I know. 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.

Just pick up your damn phone.

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

See. 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... ♪

And that's their HQ.

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

Hey. 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.

It’s called a quid pro quo, Lee.

Yeah, I know what quid pro quo means. Thanks very much, professor.

- I don't want a Latin quiz. - 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.

- Oh, 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?

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

Listen, you fucking skinhead pussies.

- Wendell! - You cumstains.

You are so lucky my foot is fucked up.

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, you are. And that was good.

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

- No, but good... - I can have a raise, right?

You don't need to get a raise. It's just good job, okay? Wendell!

Wendell, Wendell!

And where the hell is Waylon?

This is me.

You know, it’s still early.

Maybe you wanna grab a drink?

No.

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.

Without Donald.

Thanks for the movie.

Okay. You got a book?

Oh, yeah.

What book we do last year?

- Confederacy of Dunces. - Oh, yeah.

Oh, hey. How about Brainard?

- Okay. - Yeah, it's great.

- 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...

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. - 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.

Leave and go where? Back to Avant?

- Somewhere, anywhere, 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 ♪

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?

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 for a second?

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

I just wanted to say to you...

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

- Hey, bookworm. - Let's go.

Hey, no, no, no. No, man!

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

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

Police brutality!

- I got you, Lee! - Watch your step.

- Fuck. Fish, you filming this shit? - Yeah, I got you.

Let me go!

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

Running's still an option.

What the fuck is this?

Better watch your back, Raybon!

Hey! Get the

- Fuck you, Raybon! - Look what the cat dragged in!

Lee! Raybon.

All righ, t Raybon.

Well, well, it's the fucking wordsmith.

Excuse me.

- Hey. Motherfucker! - Ow!

- 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.

Go.

Get out of here, princess.

Hey, Lee.