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I'm doing a risk analysis

to see what's more expensive:

drilling the well or getting sued.

What'd you come up with?

We're pretty fucked either way.

You know, that place can be pretty rough at night.

Behind the bar is the safest spot.

In front of the bar's a completely different story.

Oh!

This is Charles Newsom.

He's a geologist who specializes in offshore drilling.

- You think that's gas? - The likelihood

of a successful strike is ten percent.

A ten percent chance of rain is no chance at all.

And you think it's there?

- There's no question it's there. - Go find it.

I said explain it...

- Hey. - Not sell it

- like a fucking time-share. - You know, me personally,

I prefer the relationship to evolve

just a little bit further

before I start fucking lying for somebody.

We don't have a "relationship."

You're abandoning a sure thing for a maybe.

It's your company. Who knows, maybe you're right.

I want success. Get that for me.

I'm telling you, it won't work.

I gave her my word, Tommy.

Does it kill the company? Absolutely,

but that company died when her husband died.

Her husband was the best, but she ain't her husband.

I need all the shit on the rig before we tow it.

Because it'll cost five times as much

if we drive the ship down there onto the barge, that's why.

No, no, no. I need the specs on the bridge itself.

- What? What did you say? - No, no, no! No! I know

it's not a fucking drawbridge, that's why we're taking it down.

- Well, yeah, hey, but... - Have to p-put me on hold.

- Hey, Nate? Nate? - Hmm?

Does DOT approve of us taking down the bridge?

Yes, but we also need MARAD, LOTA and LDNR.

- I'm on with LDNR right now. - Well, this little boy,

he's saying that we need Coast Guard approval

- or some shit. - You there?

Once LOTA and LDNR sign off...

- Uh-huh. - Then we go to MARAD,

- then we go to the Coast Guard. - Hang on.

Dale. Let the lawyer play lawyer.

- Please. - All right.

- Yep. - I know.

But I don't understand

why she can't stay

- at a hotel for the week. - Are you there?

You know what, it's a little nuts around here.

- Let me call you back. - Here, get me a guy...

No, I'm gonna call you back.

What did they say? Mama?

I'm just gonna call you back. All right.

- Thank you. - Just yet. Hang on.

You have to stay in the dorm, baby.

- It's fine. - I'm not fine with it.

I don't care.

My baby's leaving.

Tommy, our baby's leaving.

- Uh-huh. Okay. - Honey,

she's not going to war.

She's going to a fucking cheerleading camp, okay?

Just calm down. Here.

Drink that coffee.

- Uh-huh. - No, I'll wait.

Well, put fuckin' Gates on.

He has some answers. Apparently, you don't.

I'm here all goddamn day. I'll...

Pop, everybody's running around

like chickens with their heads cut off this morning, so...

if you want breakfast, you might want

to put your order in right now.

Ah, I don't want breakfast.

What are you doing?

Watching the horses.

You not gonna ask me about my day?

Said your days are all the same.

So you're not gonna ask to go with me?

We tried that. Once was enough.

Oh.

You're just gonna sit there and not complain about anything?

I might watch that View later.

You're right, they're pretty funny.

Hmm.

I don't think they're trying to be funny,

but they are.

So that's all you're gonna do?

I think I got physical therapy this afternoon.

Okay.

That explains it.

I knew it'd work.

- That was you? - Happy birthday,

Merry Christmas, and any other holiday that warrants a gift.

And I think Cheyenne covers it all.

That she does.

Well, just so you know,

she ain't exactly got a...

degree in physical therapy,

so if she asks you to do any weird backbends

or climb up the drainpipe, don't do it.

Son, there is very little Cheyenne can ask me

to do that I wouldn't try.

Yeah, well...

I guess there's worse ways to go.

Hey, scoop that shit out of there.

I got aqua therapy this afternoon.

Damn it.

Okay, you happy now?

This ain't no fucking frat house.

It's about as close as you can get to one.

I'll see you later.

Yeah.

When's the plane get here, Nate?

- Plane's ready. - All right. You ready, honey?

- We're gonna drive. - To Fort Worth?

We need the time to talk.

Our baby is a woman now.

Yeah, yeah, I know, honey.

I-I don't have time for all that today.

Okay? I'll see y'all at the FBO. All right?

All right.

- Bye, baby. - Bye.

Have fun at your little camp.

- I will. - Okay. Use good judgement.

- In regards to what? - Well, if you and your little

blonde, bouncy cheerleader friends are out on the town

having fun, contemplating the fifth margarita,

just use good judgement.

- That's all. - Okay.

But I typically don't drink margaritas.

There's too much sugar in the mix.

I feel better already.

Okay, well, bye.

I'll just suffer this milestone all alone

while you go play with your little oil tankers.

Okay?

And I don't give a fuck about sugar in my margarita.

It's gonna be okay.

Don't worry so much. Love you.

Don't walk out on me, you fucking asshole.

I feel like I'm forgetting something.

- Help us with the bags! - Daddy!

I swear to God, you don't leave this house,

you just fucking escape it.

- Oh, fuck! - Ah, Jesus!

- What the fuck? - God, you scared the hell...

I scared the hell out... You scared the hell

- out of me! - My God.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Well, this felt pretty over the last time we spoke, so...

I... I made it personal.

I had no business doing that.

Well, it was personal.

It is personal. Excuse me.

I was upset.

Yep. You made that very clear.

Look, what...

I...

What I'm trying to say is...

Fuck, why is this so hard?

I don't want

our time together...

to be over.

You know, I don't hear an apology.

I'm not offering one. This is a truce.

Yeah, not looking for one of those.

I'm sorry.

You were right.

About me.

And it's not...

"one day."

I'm lonely now.

You know, lonely is what you chose.

I'm...

I'm choosing different.

Trying to, anyway. You're not making it very easy for me.

Just making you work for it.

Yeah, you are.

Mm-hmm.

Don't like that very much, do you?

- No. - No?

I do not.

But, you know...

What?

But you're smitten.

I don't know if "smitten" is the right word.

Oh, no? Standing on my porch at 7:30 in the morning,

I think you're smitten about something.

No, I'm intellectually astute enough...

- Oh. - To look past the bad jewelry

and worse haircut...-

What are you talking... This is... this necklace is David Yurman.

- Okay, fine. - No, it is.

- Well, it shows what you know. - I'm smitten.

I like you.

I like spending time with you.

And...

I love your taste in grooming products.

That's rare in a man.

You understand I'm gonna be on a rig for the next six months?

Mm-hmm.

It's...

a shallow rig, I thought. Just...

- Eh... - Just right offshore.

It's not that far away, I guess.

Jump on one of those airboats.

- You know? - Mm-hmm.

Dodge a few alligators.

- Yeah, I'm a lawyer. - Yeah.

I deal with alligators

- for a living. - That's right. You're a shark.

You know, six months is a long time.

I might require some, um...

you know, some home videos.

Yeah.

Hopefully ones that violate every

moral boundary that you've set yourself.

All right? Good.

I'm, uh, going to process that.

- Mm-hmm. - And then probably sue you.

Well, that's fine.

You can sue me. Just...

sue me after you make the video, yeah?

You know, if you were from Alabama or something,

we wouldn't be having this conversation.

- You know that, right? - I'm always amazed at

the mileage an accent buys you in the States.

I'd never get away with this in London.

Well, ten percent is pretty shitty odds.

It's there. You watch.

Let's say it hits.

Mm-hmm.

Then what?

Well, I'm a treasure hunter.

It hits...

I'm going for the next one.

Uh, before I come visit...

Yeah?

I'd like to discuss the mullet.

How long is your day today?

Uh, should be home by 7:00. You?

Working a double. So, late.

Okay. I'll, uh, I'll swing by on the way home. Say hi.

Oh. No.

I don't want you to watch me bartending.

- Why not? - 'Cause it's...

I don't know. I don't mind strangers watching me serve.

Not sure I want you watching.

Don't need you getting any ideas.

I just want to see you.

I don't care what you're doing.

You're not even kind of my type.

But those stray-dog eyes...

Mm, they get me every time.

I'm gonna take Miguel next door.

Hey, if I'm not your type, what is your type?

Guess "stray dog" is my type now.

Yeah, that's a compliment.

Hi.

You ready to go?

Yeah.

Hey, should I get a haircut?

Don't change a thing.

I should get a haircut.

- Ooh, linen? - Hey.

Yeah. I'm gonna be outside, it's gonna be very hot.

Come here.

Outside where?

What's your day like?

Mm, having lunch with the girls.

And maybe I'll go to the village.

Mm.

Why don't you come with me?

Let me show you the future.

The future? Do you have a crystal ball?

I think maybe so.

And you said it's gonna be hot?

- Very hot and very humid. - I think I have

just the right dress for that.

Such a tease.

Morning, everyone.

- Morning, Cami. - Morning.

You feeling lucky this morning, Tommy?

Well, luck never drilled a well, Cami. Not one.

Well, maybe not, but how many men did it inspire to drill?

Now, that's the question.

- Is it? - Well,

that's the question I'm asking.

I mean, how many times has your gut lied to you?

Well, that's not your gut talking. That's greed.

Greed's dug a million wells.

Now ask me how many times greed was right.

Well, I guess in six months we'll have our answer.

All right,

let's get this show on the road.

My little dove is flying away.

It's just a week, Mama.

It is foreshadowing my future.

I mean, soon it's just gonna be holidays and...

weekends...

until you get married

and bring over your little brood of babies.

Dear God, let them be twin girls that I can dress.

The whole house is gonna smell like, uh...

diapers and...

baby powder.

I'm gonna call you every night.

Every morning. And I'm gonna

call you every day after practice.

Unless I find a really good day spa.

Then I'm gonna call you right after that.

- Okay. Go, go ahead. - Okay.

Mm.

Here I go.

Okay.

- Out into the world. - Okay.

Love you.

If you love something, set it free.

God.

Okay.

Who do you want to call?

Call Neiman Marcus.

Neiman Marcus Shopping Concierge.

Jamie.

Angela?

I need you.

Oh. Okay, babe. I'm here.

Okay.

- I'm coming. - Okay.

- I'll see you soon. - Okay.

- The elevator's broken. - Yeah, thank...

- thank you. - You're welcome.

Hi.

Uh, three...

Hi.

Oh. Cute.

Hi!

Are you...

- Your roommate. - Yes.

Are you on the cheerleading team?

Do I look like a fucking cheerleader?

I mean, you would make a very strong base for a pyramid.

I'm in the sports medicine program.

Oh, cool.

Looks like they have us paired up in the fall as well.

I'm excited.

- I'm Paigyn. - I'm, uh, Ainsley.

Pagan?

Pay-gin.

Like the godless religion?

Um, it's actually Latin.

- It means "country dweller." - Oh.

Are you from the country?

I am from Minneapolis.

Is Paigyn Viking?

You know, 'cause... the football team.

Uh...

it's still Latin,

like I said seven seconds ago.

Is that a pet rat?

It's a ferret.

What's a ferret?

From the weasel family.

What's a weasel?

Uh...

basically, a big ferret.

You can say hi.

Hi.

Just getting used to your smell.

Would you be opposed to a room freshener?

A toxic airborne petrochemical

that I breathe into my lungs?

So, what are your pronouns?

My pronouns?

Well, I would hope that's pretty clear.

Yeah, I don't make assumptions.

You could identify as a sunflower.

You know, I've been told I look like one.

I use they/them.

You know, I've always been curious...

why they/them?

'Cause there's just one of you, and those are plural pronouns.

Just never really understood the hoopla of pronouns.

My name's Ainsley

and I just can't really come up with a reason

why you would address me in third person

in a conversation that I'm a part of.

So, if you do, I'm probably not there,

so I wouldn't really know what pronouns you're using anyways,

so why would it matter?

You smell like the beach.

Everyone says that. You know,

I think it's 'cause I use coconut oil as a moisturizer.

Of all the oils, it penetrates the deepest.

This one smells like coconut, too.

I would appreciate

if you didn't use that word.

- Coconut? - "Penetrate."

It's triggering.

It insinuates the patriarchal power of the phallus.

- Phallus? - Penis.

They sure can be triggering.

Dude, I dated a boy one time

and his was like,

it was like a third forearm.

And I used to just spit on it and stroke it

and pretend to pass out,

'cause there was no way that tree trunk was going inside me.

Do... do you eat meat?

Are we still talking about penises?

I'm vegan.

I would prefer you don't eat meat in this room.

I would really appreciate it

if you didn't bring any animal products

in this room, like those shoes are probably cowhide.

Oh, no, babe. These are Jimmy Choo.

I meditate at noon.

Okay.

And I don't like music.

Well, I'm not a musician.

I mean I don't like it played in the room.

This is my safe space

and I need my environment crafted

to support my mental health.

I think the...

more attention you give your mental health,

the better, Pagan.

Pay-gin.

That's what I said.

No.

You said it different.

Uh... I'm gonna let you,

um, they... I'm gonna let you...

they... meditate.

And I will see they later.

I'll be back.

Man, I ain't seen one of these in ages.

You don't ever see 'em around here.

- No. - Up in the Panhandle, maybe.

How deep is this well?

'Bout 1,000 feet.

Hmm. Boy, they just prayed

and drilled back in the day, huh?

Still producing five barrels a day.

That two inch?

This is where our next one's going.

But Coop, this is just sucking on a little pocket.

You drill any further, there's no guarantees.

This is a fault line.

Ten, 20,000 years ago, an earthquake opened up a seam

to a reservoir about 6,000 feet down.

You got seismic to back that up?

I got six wells to back it up.

We keep drilling on this line, we keep hitting.

Next one goes here.

Let me tell it to Tommy and Dale. See what they...

Hey. This is my crew now.

Are you not my crew?

Yes or no?

Yeah, we're your crew.

Okay, then.

We're not running anything by Dale.

It's your job to drill, it's my job to choose where.

I choose right here.

All right.

All right. Let's start working on a pad.

Just wildcatting now.

- Fucking love it. - Cool.

Yeehaw. Here we go.

If this thing doesn't work, it's our asses.

Boss, if this thing doesn't work,

it's a couple million dollars down a dry hole.

Our asses ain't gonna begin to cover it.

Hi, Gretel.

Picking up where we left off.

Greta. Greta! Gosh, I'm so sorry.

I just need a quick word.

Well, I got my dorm assignment today

and I met my roommate, and...

you know, I don't feel like we're a match.

Let's see.

Uh... Paigyn Meester. Sophomore.

Majoring in sports medicine.

Would seem like it's a good fit, as you are a cheerleader,

and that is a sport, sort of.

Yeah, it's just more of a personality thing.

How so?

Well, for example,

she wants our room to be a safe space.

And you oppose your dorm room being a place

where a student feels safe?

No, no. But...

Well, but she's deciding what is safe,

which for her is like, no music, no talking,

only vegan snacks in the room, like...

Hello, let's just have a diet that's only carbs.

And she has a ferret.

Can we even have pets

- in the dorm room? - A ferret?

I didn't know what it was, either.

But you know those sausage dogs?

A Dachshund?

Yeah, it's like the hamster version of that.

And it kind of smells like a hamster, but worse.

Ainsley, one of the many benefits

of university housing is the opportunity

to learn how to both express yourself

while accommodating those

who express themselves differently.

Yeah, I don't get the sense that she wants me

to express myself at all.

How so?

Well, for example, their pronouns...

- Here we go. - What?

Nothing. I'm just preparing myself to be offended.

- By all means... - No, I-I-I don't care

what someone's pronouns are.

I-I just, I mean,

using a-a plural pronoun for one person

is just kind of incorrect.

- Says who? - Well, the English language.

Ainsley, I'm not going to argue

the evolving nature of pronoun usage with you.

They would prefer you use they/them.

- Why is that an issue for you? - It's not,

but, so, she's telling...

they're telling me what to call them

and they're telling me no music and...

all the things that they need to feel comfortable,

but they're not asking what I need to feel comfortable.

Did you inform them

of what you need to feel comfortable?

They didn't give me a chance to.

Then it sounds like you and your roommate have a lot to discuss.

Ainsley, I'm not here to referee issues

between you and your roommate.

That's your job now.

Assert yourself.

Start acting like the adult

your driver's license says you are.

I'm calling my mom.

Or ignore my advice and act like you're 11.

Jamie...

Someday, it'll happen to you.

You'll pump all your love into a child

only to watch them outgrow you and...

Ooh, that's nice.

Cavalli?

Summer collection.

Mm.

Baby?

Mama?

My roommate...

she's mean and scary and...

and she hates music.

Can you switch?

I asked the admissions counselor.

She said no.

She said to "act like an adult."

She said what?

She said "act like an adult,

like it says on my driver's license."

Which it doesn't say anywhere.

Oh, oh. Well, don't unpack.

I'm on my way. Okay, baby?

Okay. Thank you.

Okay, I love you.

Looks like she hasn't outgrown me just yet.

I'll be back in an hour.

Turn it off.

Oh, but I can't see.

I'm meditating.

Sorry.

Just...

invading my safe space.

Come in.

Let me guess: Ainsley Norris' mother.

Oh, you've got a little name placard, isn't that cute?

Everything makes so much sense now.

So, it sounds like we have a little housing issue.

Oh, we don't have an issue at all.

- Hmm. - Ainsley and her roommate

have some problems they need to work out between themselves.

See, when my daughter has a problem,

I have a problem.

And when I have a problem,

everyone in the path of my solution

has a bigger fucking problem.

That sounds like a threat of some sort.

I've read that visualization is a tool

that universities are using

to help students achieve their goals.

Yes, we, um...

We find it very effective

for athletes and public speakers...

So, let's visualize.

Let's visualize the level of fucking tornado

that I am prepared to become over this housing issue.

Just close your eyes

and imagine that.

I don't need to close my eyes. I can see it clearly.

Mm-hmm.

You know where you are?

M-My office?

Mm-mm.

Not my office.

Nope.

I am...

blocking the path to your solution?

Boy. That visualization really does work.

What would be your solution to this particular problem?

- I have three, actually. Okay? - Oh. Okay.

One, move Ainsley into another dorm.

- Uh... - Two,

move her roommate to another dorm.

Or three... and I think you're gonna really like this one...

give her a waiver to the freshman housing requirements

and I will get her an apartment in town.

- That is by far my favorite. - Great.

However, she requires a medical reason.

She has allergies.

- Allergies it is. - Mm-hmm.

I will draft up a waiver and add it to her file.

When you have an address

for the apartment, you can...

Bowie House.

- Hey, Rick. - Angela,

how are you?

Any better and I'd still be me.

Hey, is the Sorrel Suite available?

For you, it is.

I'm gonna need it for the week.

It's yours.

Love it. Hey,

what's the address there?

- Uh, 3700 Camp Bowie. - Got that?

Thank you, doll. I'll see you in about 30 minutes, okay?

Hey, do you want me to, uh, reserve any loungers

by the pool for you?

What a great idea. Yes.

How many girls are on the cheerleading squad?

- I wouldn't have that inf... - Eight, ten?

- Uh, something like that. - Uh-huh.

Save me ten, Rick.

Done.

Thank you.

Thank you, Greta.

I'm not sure what I did.

You got out of my way.

That's really sad,

because if TCU really cared about horned frogs,

I mean, obviously, they're lizards, but, like,

if they actually cared about their mascot

or the namesake of their mascot,

they would do something about the reality

that they're endangered, right?

Because, basically, there's this influx of fire ants...

Baby?

Did you invite someone? 'Cause I really

don't want a stranger in my space.

It's my mom.

Aww.

Grab your little suitcase, baby.

I booked you the Sorrel Suite at the Bowie House.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

- How long can I stay there? - All of camp.

Then we're gonna rent you an apartment for the fall.

You're leaving?

That's what you wanted, isn't it?

God forbid you try to make her a friend.

Speaking of friends, I reserved the pool.

You ought to invite all your little cheerleaders to come.

Great idea.

That's the only kind I have.

I would invite you, too, but

you said that you don't like music

and there's gonna be music and dancing and fun,

and all the things that you said you don't like.

Quite the missed opportunity.

Bunch of dizzy cheerleaders playing Marco Polo?

What's the big opportunity?

To make a friend. Come on, baby.

Bye.

Thank you, Mama.

She was so mean.

You ever notice how mean people smell like leftovers?

Your little eyes and your little nose

and your little heart are all connected.

She treated you bad, so you felt like she smelled bad.

She smelled bad before she was mean.

Might be the ferret.

How am I gonna get to camp?

Guess I'm just gonna have to stay the week and drive you.

I wish you could stay with me all of college.

Well, baby girl,

that just might be the plan.

Yes.

Please.

Okay.

Bye.

Bye!

Oh!

Oh, my God.

Well, there's humid, and then there's the Louisiana bayou.

Welcome to Louisiana.

What's that smell?

That's money.

There's 73 billion barrels of oil in the Gulf.

And 440 trillion cubic feet of natural gas.

Well, thank you for joining, partner.

I wouldn't miss it for the world.

- Hello. - Let me just say

what a cute little jet you have.

Uh-huh.

$60 million dollar airplane.

Costs $10,000 an hour to fly it.

Big day, partner.

Big day's about six months from now.

Mmm.

T.L.?

T.L.?

Trying to decide if I'm still asleep.

You dreaming?

Mm. That's the debate.

What happens in the dream version of this?

If I tell you,

the awake version might tuck tail and haul ass.

Yep, this is how the dream version goes.

I remembered a bathing suit.

Shit, I can't tell if I'm awake or not.

Let's get to work.

This is the strangest fucking neighborhood I've ever lived in.

What?

Nothing.

- I ordered snacks. - What kind?

Shrimp cocktail, chips and guacamole.

Yes.

Tuna poke, whoo! Ceviche, yum.

Thank you.

This is how I imagined college would be.

I mean, this is how it should be.

This is how life should be, baby.

- I agree. - You know, every day,

you got to find a way to celebrate life.

I mean, that's the trick.

If you don't...

Well, then you're my roommate.

Ex-roommate.

She's just mad at the world.

- Mm. - For no reason.

I mean, she has a reason.

What's her reason?

She doesn't like herself.

Instead of fixing the things she doesn't like,

she blames it on everyone else.

That's so sad.

It's so sad.

Ainsley, we're gonna play margarita Marco Polo.

Wait, what is that?

If whoever's it tags you, you gotta drink a margarita.

You in?

- Yes. Want to play? - No.

Look at that little butt.

That's my baby.

Grab life by the balls and twist.

- Marco! - Polo!

Marco!

Polo!

All right. Are we ready?

30 years in this business,

I have never seen a viewing party for a rig launch.

Yeah. She put her own stamp on this thing, that's for sure.

Thank y'all for coming.

Ah, Ms. Falcone.

This, uh, this wasn't what we meant

when we said proof of launch.

Well, I'd say this proves it, though. Wouldn't you?

When I see a rig float by.

We appreciate the swiftness you put this together.

And I must say, I'm impressed with the ceremony.

It's unnecessary, but...

impressive nonetheless.

Well, hopefully, you see our commitment

to honoring our obligations.

It's pretty hard to miss.

- Here we go. - ¿Que es esto?

- Mint julep. - Okay.

I like your style.

Well, if you're gonna take a risk,

you might as well celebrate.

- Cheers. Tommy? - Cheers to that.

No, I'm good.

- Mm. - Mm. This is lovely.

Very fresh.

There goes the diet, Dale.

Told you, I ain't on no fucking diet, all right?

These Cajuns can cook. I'm eating.

Come sit with me for a minute.

Oh, perfect timing.

Yep.

Excuse me, hi. What are those?

Alligator po'boys.

Alligator po'boys?

- Mm-hmm. - Shit.

Mmm.

Oh...

- Damn. - Dale.

- Yeah? - It's coming.

Yeah, yeah.

- The rig's about to pass. - Look, man,

I spent two years on one of them sons of bitches, okay?

I do not need to watch one float past.

I'm here for moral support and the food,

all right? You need to try one of these po'boys.

- What is it? - Alligator.

Delicious.

Very well done.

- Oh! - Mm-hmm.

- Yeah. - Fuck yeah.

Yeah, okay. It's good.

I know, man.

I understand it now.

What drove him.

There's a rush...

an exhilaration, to the risk.

Las Vegas was built on that rush.

Don't you feel it?

No, ma'am. I don't.

But you felt it once, didn't you?

I sure did.

And that rush cost me everything.

Now, I do anything I can to avoid it.

And yet you work for a company built on that risk.

Built by my husband, who thrived on it.

Who built a fortune because of it.

He died because of it, Cami.

No, I disagree.

I'd say it's what allowed him to live.

President of my company can't be averse

to the very thing that built it.

What are you saying?

I'm saying you're fired.

Thanks.

I used to live in Houston.

And when you look up at the sky there,

there ain't any stars.

All the city lights drown 'em out,

so Houston ain't really got a night.

It's just this...

this muddy sky until the sun rises.

What were you doing in Houston?

Same thing I'm doing here.

Minus the physical therapy.

What's going on in that silver-headed brain of yours?

Just thinking.

If I was 30 years younger,

I'd be chasing you around this pool like a water bug.

T.L., if you was 30 years younger,

I just might let you catch me.

You want to know what I wonder?

About life, like, my life in particular.

What's the plan for me?

Life ain't got a plan for you.

You got to have the plan.

Then you wrestle with life to make it come true.

Hmm.

What do you want?

What everybody wants, I guess.

To be in love, and...

to see the world.

Want to know how much money I've saved up?

How much?

$162,000.

That is a pretty good chunk.

Want to know what I'm gonna do with it?

Ain't got a clue.

Me, neither.

Not a clue.

So, I figure I'll just keep

socking it away until I know.

See, you do have a plan.

What was your plan?

My plan didn't work out.

No?

So what's your plan now?

I'm working on it.

Looks like we have the same plan.

My name ain't really Cheyenne.

Is that a fact?

It's Penny.

Don't tell anybody.

It'll be our secret.

And since we're coming clean about everything, um...

I'm not really a physical therapist.

You don't say?

But I like it.

I don't think I'm any good at it, but...

Don't sell yourself short, Penny.

This is the best therapy I've ever had.

- Hey. - Yeah?

I'm all caught up.

I'm gonna go check on my son.

You want to watch my side for me, Yoda?

Cover your patrons, I will.

I don't understand the Pig Latin.

Oh, come on, that's Yoda-Latin.

- Oh, is it? - We've been over this.

- Oh, come on. Nerd! - Yeah.

Beer. Yeah.

Hola, hola.

All right. Bye.

All you spic bitches with your nose in the air.

When your job was to serve me.

You're banned from the cafe.

We're not in the cafe.

We're behind the cafe.

Well, you're banned from the property.

You're trespassing.

You're trespassing.

You got some ID on you, wetback?

No! No!

Hey, man. Ariana here?

Who's asking?

Fiancé. Cooper.

Says you, man.

Oh, shit.

All right, well, I guess you're Cooper.

Oh, yeah. She's out back.

- That door? - Yeah, that's the one.

- Appreciate it. - Yep.

No! No!

No!

Stop!

Cooper. Cooper.

Cooper!

Stop! You're killing him!

Cooper!

You're goddamn right I'm killing him.

Cooper!

Don't go to jail

for this piece of shit. Please.

Don't do that to me.

I got you.

- You okay? - Mm-hmm.

Hey, we're starting to get...

What the fuck? Are you okay?

He was waiting for me.

I'm gonna, uh, call Odessa PD.

Hey, stay on your fucking back!

I'm hurt.

- You're hurt, pendejo? - No, hey, hey!

Hey, hey, hey,

stop, stop, stop, stop.

- I got her, I got her. - Stop.

Come on.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Okay. Fucking

just... watch him, all right?

Make sure he doesn't fucking move. No, no, no.

Hey, man. Uh... the cops are gonna come.

Stay, make sure that they get back here.

That they can get around.