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Our baby is a woman now.

Yeah, I know, honey.

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

- Bye.
- Have fun at your little camp.

My little dove is flying away.

I got
my dorm assignment today.

And I met my roommate.

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

See, when my daughter
has a problem,

I have a problem.

When I have a problem, everyone
in the path of my solution

has a bigger fucking problem.

-You're trespassing.
-You're trespassing.

Cooper!

Stop! You're killing him!

I'm gonna call Odessa PD.

I understand it now,
what drove him.

There's a rush,
an exhilaration to the risk.

He died because of it, Cami.

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.

* gentle music *

***

***

It is gonna be a scorcher.

Hundred and nine.

Yeah, in the shade, no less.

"Surface of the sun" hot.

"Fry an egg
on the pavement" hot.

Hotter than a two-dollar--

Oh, whoa, whoa,
whoa. This is a family show.

Bicycle.

That is one hot bike.

Stolen, I say.

We need some
"cool me down" music.

And a
"tall drink of water" tune.

Play it.

* "Needle Fall Down" by
Charles Wesley Godwin playing *

* Time in the evening *

* I pulled out my gun *

* Prepared for what's after *

* I pour something strong *

* I yearn for the road *

* And lady's sweet voice *

* Sing me my last words *

* I won't sing along *

* Needle fall down *

* Sing me a song *

* It's been a long life *

* And it all went wrong *

Pop.

* Needle fall down *

* Sing me a song *

* It's been a long life... *

You're in my chair.

Well, actually, it's my chair.

So are the rest of 'em.

Well, I take that back.

Technically, this chair belongs
to my ex-wife's ex-husband,

just like every other stick of
furniture in that fucking house.

It's too early in the morning
to contemplate

what the fuck that means.

You're up early.

Yeah.

I got fired yesterday.

For what?

For trying to run the company
like a business

instead of a memento or a dream

or whatever the hell
motivates her.

What are you gonna do?

Well, got a meeting
with the president of Chevron

this afternoon.

So, finding another ship
to jump on ain't the problem.

What's the problem?

Not sure I want to jump
on somebody else's ship.

-There another option?
-Yeah.

Do what I used to do.

Hunting leases. Be a landman.

Tell you the truth, I don't know

if I have the energy
for it anymore.

I damn sure
don't have the savings.

Too damn old to be
chasing my tail around.

You haven't saved enough
to retire?

You know my wife.

-Ex-wife, last I checked.
-Yeah.

-Hey, Dale.
-Fellas.

You know, I can make some calls.

-You know, get the word out.
-Well, trust me, bud,

- the word's out.
- Yeah.

What do you got today?

I'm just prepping the next
workover at your son's field.

That's it.

Unless you tell me to walk.

I go where you go, Tommy.

I appreciate that, buddy.
Thank you.

Yes, sir.

Well, if that don't warm
your toes...

A little loyalty
left in the world.

Well, shit, we been together,
what, 20 years?

Right at it. Yeah.

And besides, M-TEX,

they wouldn't last a year
without him.

Fucking mark my words.

No, sir.

* gentle music *

Hey, Nate.

I'm gonna talk to her, Tommy.
It was an emotional--

Is the buyout
on Cooper's leases executed?

Well, soon as you sign it,

or I guess
Cami needs to sign it now.

Give it to me.
Give me the contract.

I'm not sure I can do that.

Nate, Cami didn't negotiate it.
I did.

She has absolutely no fucking
knowledge of that transaction.

We've already paid the money
on his behalf, Tommy.

You drafted
that agreement, right?

-'Cause you asked me to.
-Exactly.

And I presented it
to a 22-year-old kid

without presence
of legal counsel.

He had absolutely no fucking
legal guidance whatsoever.

Now, if that's not
the very definition

of "diminished capacity,"
I don't know what is.

Well, he still initiated
a drill crew

by falsely representing himself

as a representative
of our company.

There are extreme civil and
criminal consequences to that.

Just give me
the day, Nate.

Give me the day, and I will hand
you a check or the contract.

I mean, if I hadn't earned
your trust by now...

God.

Morning.

You have got to be shitting me.

You're the one that said
"hand job."

Hey, Pop?

Can I grab coffee?

By all means.

Is there something
you forgot to tell me about?

Nothing comes to mind.

How about
a five-foot-three blonde

with an ass like a breadbasket?

Oh, yeah. She spent the night.

The battery died in her car,
and we needed jumper cables

and a truck to jump it with.

I got both.

All right.

What else did she do?

Number one, it's none
of your fucking business.

And number two...

Number two is none
of your business either.

Are you fucking with me?

Her car battery died, Tommy.

We slept. That's all we did.

And I got to hold
a beautiful woman in my arms

for the first time
in 50 fucking years,

and I'll tell you
something, son,

today, I feel better
than I've felt in decades.

So, I would appreciate it

if you would not
fuck that feeling up for me.

Yeah, well, when you
snuggle up to a good one,

it does have
restorative effects.

Good for the body,
good for the soul,

-good for everything.
-Yeah.

Well, I think we finally found
something we agree on 100%, Pop.

What's wrong with you?
You still not used to seeing

girls run around
in their underwear?

Cami called.

She wants me in Fort Worth.

I guess I'm next.

She ain't gonna fire you.

She could do that
over the phone.

What, then? In 11 years,

Monty never called me
to Fort Worth once.

Uh, well, it's my guess that
she's gonna make you president.

At least for now.

I don't know why
it didn't start.

Car's brand-new.

You got
a cell phone booster in it?

-Mm-hmm.
-Yeah, that's probably it.

They probably didn't wire it
through the ignition,

so it just keeps running
even when the car ain't.

-Hey, Dale.
-Yeah?

Hey, stand down
on Cooper's field.

Stand down?

Yeah. Don't drill. Don't build
a pad. Don't do anything.

Don't do anything.
Got it. Yes, sir.

-All right.
-Okay.

Hey, hon, you might want
to put some britches on.

You're driving
half the neighborhood crazy,

and you're getting
the other half

- in a shitload of trouble.
- Fuck 'em.

She don't want him staring,

she should give him
something to stare at.

Good Lord.
I'll tell you what, bud.

Whoever catches that one's
gonna have

a hell of a time holding on.

Sure as shit hope

it ain't my 82-year-old father.

Yeah, good luck with that.

-Yeah. You got it.
-I'll see you, bud.

Okay, let's get
this sucker running.

I'm-a show you how
to burn out in it, too.

* gentle music *

What?

Just enjoying the view.

You want some breakfast?

-No.
-Gracias, mi amor.

De nada.

I'm seeing your friend's wife
for brunch.

Which friend?

Ah, the oil man
in the cowboy hat.

-Tommy?
-Yeah.

Huh. Interesting.

Not so interesting.

Her daughter
is going to TCU now,

and doesn't have
any friends here.

But...

she has one now.

-Bella.
-Yeah?

Make sure you answer
questions with questions.

I know the game.
Do you think he told her?

That should be
the first question you ask.

* gentle music *

***

Oh, fuck.

***

-Put this on your eye.
-Mm.

I hurt in places
I didn't even know he hit.

Made you breakfast.

No, I don't think I can chew.

Well, that's why I made oatmeal.

-Here you go.
-Mm.

You put berries in it.

Honey, too.

This is a very
"white boy" breakfast.

No, that's a
"I just fought for my life

and I need carbs and vitamins
to heal" breakfast.

We need to have a conversation.

Um...

We're getting married, right?

Yeah.

And-and you've been
married before.

Where you going
with this, Cooper?

You didn't have a job
when you were with Elvio.

And if you want to work,
that-that's fine.

I'm... I'm just asking...

I'm begging,
please don't work there.

You don't have to worry
about that anymore.

Look, if you wake up
with some new passion

or invent a better light bulb

or-or just find something
you want to do,

I'm-I'm your
number one supporter.

Don't worry about the phone bill
and the mortgage.

Just leave that to me.

It's not important.

He's important.

You're important.

You're... you're
everything to me. I...

I don't want to go
to the police station.

Hey.

We have to file formal charges
against the son of a bitch,

or he'll do it again.

After what
you did to him,

I don't think
he's gonna do it again.

He won't do it to you again,
but he'll do it again.

It's-it's just what he is.

Yeah, you're right.

Let's get this over with.

You spend more time with
your abuelita than you do me.

That's what we're gonna fix.

* dramatic music *

- Yes, sir?
- You still in Midland?

Uh, yes, sir.
About to take off now.

Okay, well, wait 15 minutes.
I'm on my way.

Got it.

Hey, Tommy.

Hey, Bob. You in Houston?

Uh, walking into a meeting
in Dallas, actually.

Okay, can you squeeze
another one in? It's worth it.

Well, that has me curious.

Uh, my lunch is free.

All right, I'll take it.

Mister Charles, say 12:30?

Only if you let me pay.

Not a chance. See you then.

All right, bud,
I'll see you there.

* Do-si-don'tcha
want to dance on over *

* Let me see your Tennessee
two-step closer *

* Boot scoot,
kick a little sawdust up *

* I got moves
that I can show you *

* I know you want to
do-si-don'tcha... *

Hey.

Ever heard the saying
"to be early is to be on time,

and to be on time
is to be late"?

I haven't, but I get the gist.

Sorry. I'll be early tomorrow.

That's what I like to hear.

No excuses,
just fix the problem.

Go and get stretched out.

All right, ladies, gentlemen.
Jogs to sprints.

Forty meters for the jog,
40 meters for the sprint.

All right, let's go.
Groups of six.

Group one, go.

* This is my song, baby... *

Group two, go.

* One, two, three, four,
meet me out on the floor... *

Group three, let's go.

We got some slackers
on the form.

Keep that heart rate up.

I want you speed walking.

This is not a vacation.

Group one, let's go.

Group two, get ready, let's go.

Group three, let's go.

Hadley, catch up. Thank you.

We never worked out
like this at Aledo.

This isn't the workout.
This is the warm-up.

- This is the warm-up?
- Yeah.

Weight train three days a week.
Today, it's plyometrics.

Lunge, box jump, core work...

-When do we learn the cheers?
-We work on cheers every day.

Look, high school
this ain't, really.

Almost killed me
my freshman year,

but you'll get used to it.

All right,
we're gonna lunge for 40,

and we're gonna walk for 40.

Knees behind ankles, let's go.

Come up a little slower
than that.

Keep going. Group two, let's go.

In unison, please.

That means at the same time.

Group three, can you do better
than group two?

Let's hope so. Let's go.

-Go, go, go, go.
-You see blondie?

Blondie in line two?

Her ankles
ain't strong enough yet.

Push it back.

You see, she's got to keep

cocking her feet
like 45 degrees off?

Yeah.

All right, everybody.
Gather in a circle.

We're gonna do some floor work.
Let's go, let's go.

* Do-si-don'tcha
want to dance on over *

* Let me see your Tennessee
two-step closer *

* Boot scoot,
kick a little sawdust up *

* I got moves
that I can show you *

* I know you want to
do-si-don'tcha *

* I know you want to
do-si-don'tcha *

* Don'tcha *

* Don'tcha. *

All right,
everybody, go grab some water.

Gonna line up for box jumps.
I'm gonna need Kennedy,

Sophia, Miller, Evan,
Jack, Blue.

Norris? Norris?

Ainsley Norris?

Have a seat on the bench.

For what?

Just put your feet up.
It's your ankles.

You have to strengthen
the ligaments

and the muscles in your ankle.

You won't last a week
if you don't.

Can I strengthen them in a week?

It'll take six weeks or more
to make a difference,

so I'm gonna wrap 'em for now.

And I'll write out
a workout regimen,

give it to the strength coach.

Do it at the end of your
workout, not the beginning.

I don't want your ankles
fatigued before you lift weights

or practice routines, okay?

Okay.

Meet us ten minutes
before practice,

and we'll get you wrapped.

She already get hurt?

It's preventative, Coach.

Just need to get
her ankles stronger.

All right, let's walk her
through it after practice.

Dope.

Drink a lot
of water today, okay?

You're in shape, but you're
not in this kind of shape.

Stay hydrated.

Thank you.

* gentle music *

Not sure you should be
using the plane, Tommy.

Well, it's flying a dead leg.

It's going to Fort Worth
whether I'm on it or not.

Looks like you're going, too.
Can I bum a ride?

Sure.

You know the drill.
Quick 30 minutes.

- You got vehicles waiting?
- Yeah.

Can you do me a favor and, uh,
call ahead, set me a rental car?

Thanks, bud.

You know, I don't think
she'll make me president, Tommy.

Perhaps seeking advice
on finding a new one.

What I will say is,

letting you go is a huge mistake
that she should reconsider.

I don't know, Nate.

I'm kind of
thinking of it as fate.

I got a pretty good idea.

I don't get many of those,
so I'm gonna chase it.

Care to share this idea?

Not yet, but it's coming
your way, I promise.

So, he grabbed you,

threw you to the ground,
then hit you.

Grabbed me, and I fought.

Fought how?

Punched, scratched,
anything I could do.

I can't remember if he hit me
and then threw me on the ground

or the other way around.

I know he hit me

when I was on the ground,

with a rock or something.

Can I get you to just lift
this up, just a little bit?

* tense, dramatic music *

Just for a minute.

Yeah, thank you.

Turn around.

Mr. Norris?

-Yeah?
-Can we have a word?

Just want to clear up some
of the details from last night.

Sure.

***

Go ahead and have a seat
right there.

Can we get you
a coffee or anything?

- No, I'm fine. Thank you.
- All right, so,

walk us through your
recollection of what happened.

Okay, um, I went to see
my fiancée at work.

Um, her boss said
she was on a break outside.

When I went outside,
I found a man on top of her,

pulling her pants down, and
she was, she was pretty beat-up.

And you know that how?

'Cause of the blood on her face

and the fact she was unconscious
when I found her.

Okay. Then what?

And, uh, put him
in a rear choke,

pulled him off of her,
flipped him to the ground,

and punched him in the face.

And her boss and the bouncers

held him
till you guys got there.

Hmm. And how many times
would you say you hit him?

-I don't know.
-Guess.

Less than five? More than five?

I-I really don't know.
It all happened so fast.

How about 17?

You hit him 17 times,
Mr. Norris.

* tense music *

If I don't know that,
how do you know it?

We counted.

Security camera in the alley.

So, what are you saying?
If it was your wife,

you would've done
something different?

If it had been my wife,

I would've shot him.

And that would be
actively defending her.

Seventeen punches to the face,

he was no longer a threat,
Mr. Norris.

-Excuse me. Um...
-Yeah?

How much longer
do they need my fiancé?

-Um, I-I'll ask.
-Thank you.

Yeah.

Yeah?

Hey, the, uh,

victim looks
pretty ready to leave.

We're gonna be a while.

Okay.

Did you, uh, did you ride
with your fiancé?

I did.

We can arrange for someone
to take you back.

They're gonna be a while,
I think.

Why a while?

I don't know, ma'am.
It's not my case.

I'm just gonna wait.

-Okay. Yeah.
-Thank you.

Sir, you can take a seat
right here.

The detective will be
with you in a second.

Yeah.

Hey. They're holding Cooper
in a room,

and it's taking forever.

Oh, shit.

Ariana, that guy died.

Look, if you know a good lawyer,
you call him up.

Yeah.

* tense, dramatic music *

Hello?

Hey, um, this is Ariana Medina.

I don't know if you remember me.
I'm Elvio's, um, widow.

I remember you.

-Um, I need your help.
-My help?

Okay, perhaps you don't recall
our last interaction?

A man tried
to rape me last night.

Cooper... You remember Cooper.

Uh, y-yes, I remember Cooper.

He pulled him off me
and fought him. Beat him.

The man died, and the police
are holding him in a room.

Okay, okay, hold on. Slow down.

Go back to rape. Explain.

Um...

Uh, I was on a break from work.

Went outside for some fresh air,
and a customer that I was

having problems with
in the past,

he was waiting for me.

Cornered me,
threw me on the ground.

Okay. I got it.

Rebecca, Cooper saved my life.

Yeah. He has a habit
of doing that, it seems.

Pretty good habit.

So detectives have him
in an interview room?

Yeah.

Okay, put me on speaker.

I need you to walk
into that room, do not knock,

tell Cooper to stop talking.

Set the phone on the table.
Go, now.

Okay.

* dramatic music *

Whoa, m-miss,
you can't be in here. Hold on.

-Hold on.
-Stop talking. Not another word.

This is Mr. Norris's attorney,

the one you failed to notify
before questioning my client.

Cooper, did they explain
your rights to you?

They ain't explained
nothing to me.

Well, at this point, gentlemen,

anything he says
and anything he has already said

is inadmissible in court.

I'm 15 minutes away.
I'll be there in seven.

Which interview room?

-Four.
-On my way.

You know who calls lawyers,
Cooper?

Guilty men call lawyers.

I called the lawyer.

What am I guilty of?

How you look your wives
in the eyes after all this,

no idea.

Call Tommy Norris.

Thank you.

Yeah?

Whatever favors you have with
law enforcement in this county,

you need to call them in.

They're gonna hang
a murder charge on your son.

The hell did--

Did you say "murder"?

Who the fuck did he murder?

According to last night's
police blotter,

a 59-year-old white male
named Jonathon Reasner.

And who in the fuck is that?

I'm playing catch-up, too.

Apparently, he sexually
assaulted the girlfriend.

I'm on my way to Odessa PD now.

Any reinforcements
you can send my way

would be greatly appreciated.

Yeah, okay, well, you just
get the lay of the land

and call me back, all right?

-I will.
-All right.

-Tommy?
-Walt,

what in the shit
is going on with my son?

I just heard about it.

Well, you're gonna have to
help me fix it, okay?

This old boy died, Tommy.

I don't give a shit.

I need the facts, Walt.

I need the facts, I need police
reports, I need everything.

Every goddamn thing,
so get on it.

Heading that way now.

Can you give me
a fucking chance?

- Bella.
- Oh.

Ciao.

-Oh, my God, your dress.
-Bella. Mwah.

Hi.

Isn't this just
the cutest place?

Oh, I love it.
It's my favorite in Fort Worth.

And this reminds me of Soho.

-Oh. London?
-Yeah. Okay, food.

There is nobody in the U.S.
that can make a beef Wellington

even edible,
but here is Mamma mia...

Come on, girl.
That's a little heavy for me.

I am currently winning the war
against my hips,

and I refuse to give them
any ammunition.

-Please.
-Mm-hmm.

Okay, then order the blue crab
pot pie. Beautiful.

All right.

- This is so fun.
- It is.

-I love it.
-Yeah.

-Is Tommy in town?
-He's in Midland.

I think. I mean, you know, Tommy
runs around like a scalded dog.

You never know where he is.

Okay, I-I assumed he would be
here taking meetings, though.

He takes his share.

What?

It-it-it's... not my place.

I mean, secrets is no way
to start a friendship.

He was fired.

Yesterday, at the river.
Or-or at least that's what Cami

told Danny anyways,

that they have different visions
for the company.

You know?

No, uh...

He didn't tell me that.

Okay, but-but maybe--
What do I know?

Maybe I hear wrong.

Maybe-maybe she's somebody
that says these things

-and then changes her mind.
-Excuse me.

Okay.

Hey, honey.

What you doing?

Pulling into Dallas.

-I got a lunch meeting.
-Yeah?

Yeah, a lunch meeting
or a job interview?

Sweetheart, when I say
today's not the day,

I really mean it, all right?

You got fired
and you didn't tell me?

Well, number one,
I got fired on a riverbank

while you were playing den
mother to a cheerleading squad.

Number two,
I don't talk about problems

till I have solutions.

So, when I find a solution,

you and I'll discuss
the solution

and see if the problem's solved.
Is that okay?

Honey, it's not 2008.

I ain't trying
to drink my problems away.

I'm gonna solve this.

I'm gonna solve it for you
and for me and for the kids.

You know, I've done a lot
of shitty things in my life,

I know, but...

I've never broken my word.

So, I give you my word.

We're all gonna be
better off for this.

So can you believe in that?

I give you my word
and you'll believe it?

* gentle music *

Believing in you
is the one thing

that I have no trouble doing.

Well, I can think
of a few more, honey,

but we'll talk about that later.

-I love you.
-All right,

I love you, too, sweetheart.

Oh, and I forgot to mention

your son's being charged with
murder, but I'll fix that, too.

Well, God,
you got anything else?

Just dump it
the fuck down on me.

Just give it to me, all right?

Son of a--

That was low, God.

That was fucking dirty.

* dramatic music *

***

What we got here?

Surveillance footage.

Lawyer's en route.
Gonna request it anyway.

Might as well show it to her.

Let me guess, footage
from surveillance cameras?

Ma'am, before we speak,
you all should watch this.

This went well past the point
of defense of another.

Back the footage up
30 seconds, would you?

That's not relevant
to this specific complaint.

Everyone with a law degree
in the room, raise their hand.

Oh, it's just me?

Back it up and play it.

That's what
I'll be showing a jury...

and they can decide

how real a threat this man posed

and what measure of force
should be applied to stop him.

I noticed, Detective Miller...

...you were involved
in a shooting

with a man armed
with a pipe wrench.

Okay.

You shot the man 11 times.

Why not shoot him in the leg?

Under that specific situation,

I couldn't guarantee
a shot to the leg

would stop the assailant.

But you're trained

to make those quick decisions,
aren't you?

Cooper, how much use-of-force
training have you received?

Um... none.

According to the autopsy...

all 11 rounds hit center mass,

meaning the first bullet
likely killed him,

eliminating any threat
of continued violence,

yet you shot him ten more times.

Let me explain what will happen

if this department
charges my client.

I will go to the family
of this man

and file civil suit for wrongful
death times ten based on

this department's
now established policy

of holding untrained
citizens responsible

for knowing when a threat
of violence has been eliminated.

Then I will go through
every officer-involved shooting

in this county
and file a class action suit

on behalf of the family members

of every suspect killed
in a similar fashion.

You getting my drift?

I will use your prosecution

to bankrupt this county
and every one of you.

And the more
you prove your case,

the more you prove mine.

Stand up.

Is he being detained?

Not yet.

Go home, Cooper.

There's my card.

Never contact my client again.

Think real hard
before you charge the man

who saved
the 22-year-old widow from rape

in a back alley with murder.

'Cause I have a pretty good
feeling a jury in this county

will find the man got
exactly what he deserved.

But...

...if you do...

What's the saying
you guys use around here?

"Fuck with the bull
and get the horn"?

It's a zero-sum game
for me, gentlemen.

I am a life-ruiner.

You go after that kid
for saving his fiancée's life?

Ruin lives is exactly
what I'm gonna do.

Starting with yours.

* pensive music *

Why are y'all
picking this fight?

Somebody tried
to rape my wife or yours?

- What would you do different?
- It ain't us.

Guy was a big pipeline supplier.

Suits don't like
the message it sends

when they get beat to death
in an alley.

I don't like the message
that we charge people

for beating up rapists either.

Take it up with the chief.

I plan to.

Hey.

I have seen a video
of the event.

All right, walk me through it.

So, the perp had beat

Ariana unconscious

and was removing her clothing
when Cooper arrived.

Cooper pulled the man off and...

Well, your son
beat the hell out of him.

Just give it to me straight,
Rebecca.

What did the police do?
What are his chances?

It's too early to say.

If PD lists it
as a justified homicide,

then this is done.
Simple as that.

Can a county attorney
find any sympathy for a rapist

in a West Texas jury?

I would think it unlikely,

but the more strings
you can pull

before that point, the better.

All right, listen, I'm gonna
be back by three o'clock.

I need to see you later, okay?

There's more to talk about
than this.

I'm around.

Boy, your lawyer put
the fear of God in 'em.

They ain't seen the fear of God

yet, Walt.

-Who's pushing for this?
-Don't know.

I'm heading to the chief's
office right now.

All right, well,
I want to sit with him

and the county attorney this
afternoon, Walt. You got it?

-I'll tell 'em.
-Okay.

* "I Got to Move"
by Whiskey Myers playing *

* Come on over here, darling *

* Won't you take my hand? *

* Wish I could stay here
forever... *

Yeah!

- Whoo! Like that. Yeah.
- Give us some more.

- Like that.
- Like that.

Yeah.

-Whoo! Like that.
-Like that.

- Just like that, yeah.
- Come on, baby.

Who are they?

High school kids.

We call 'em the future douches.

Come on, do the splits!

Okay, dweebs.

- Yeah.
- Hey. Hey.

What is that?

A cyborg.

Hey, what are you?

Are you a cheerleader?

No, she's on the football team.

No, she's a hobgoblin.

Hey, are you a linebacker?

- What's going on?
- Hey, which cheerleader's

your girlfriend?

Hey, how about y'all shut up?

Hey, why don't you make us?

Hey!

Oh, my God, you're hot.

You think that's cool?

Insulting our teammate?
Insulting us?

What, you guys
big, grown-up boys now?

All cool
on your dumb little bikes?

Cool enough to handle you.

You think so?

Okay, prove it. Whip it out.

Let's see it.

I bet mine's bigger.

You're rude little boys.

Girls like us
don't date boys like you.

So, gawk away.

This is the closest
you're ever gonna get.

Bye.

Have a shitty life.

All right.
Let's pack it in for the day.

Tomorrow 9 a.m.
in the weight room to start.

Norris.

Yes, ma'am.

Need your kicks higher.

Okay, I'll work on it.

-How do you work on it?
-Stretching.

Standing up for your teammate
like that on day one, though.

I like that.

I don't hate all music.

Just the kind I don't like.

Yeah, I'm the same way. I think.

What kind of music do you like?

Um, just depends on my mood.

-You know Lainey Wilson?
-Yeah, I dig her.

Yeah, what about, um,
Ella Langley?

-I don't know.
-Oh, it's awesome.

I didn't mean to run you off.
I just...

thought we should have
some ground rules.

Yeah, we should, but we should
both come up with them.

-I'm cool with that.
-Okay.

Can ferrets have baths?

I don't know, I've never tried.

I think that's
a good place to start.

Could be a real shit show.

Welcome to my life.

All right, well, I guess
we're gonna bathe a ferret.

Freakin' A, we are.

All right.

* gentle music *

Boo.

How was practice?

It was really hard.

Get in.

What do you think about me
giving dorm life another try?

Did you find a new roommate?

I worked things out
with the old one.

I think.

Y'all are pretty different.

I know, but if we can get
the ferret smelling better,

then we have a chance.

I'm sweaty, Mama.

- All grown up.
- Okay.

I'll Uber over later
and I'll get my stuff.

-Okay. Have fun.
-I will. I love you.

I love you.

* tense, dramatic music *

She can see you now.

Thank you.

Oh.

Nathan, come on in, have a seat.

Got the keys to the kingdom
right here.

The reason we couldn't find
anything on the computers is...

...everything was in hard copy
in the basement.

It's gonna take a while
to go through,

but at least now
I know where everything is.

I never thought of, uh,
Monty as old-school.

No electronic files,

everything on paper.

What would the reason be
for that, I-I wonder?

So, if there was
a criminal investigation

or civil litigation,

he could destroy the evidence

without leaving
an electronic trail.

And you were okay with this?

I understand getting distance
from liability,

but did I approve? No.

So what should we do?

Should we scan these
into the computer?

That's your decision.

Well, I'm asking your opinion.

I don't have one.

Well, the president of a company
needs to have opinions.

You understand what I'm asking?

Tommy said you might try
to make me interim president.

Well, Tommy is nothing
if not shrewd.

So, I assume

you coming means

you're accepting?

Quite the opposite.

I came here
to offer my resignation.

Monty didn't design this company
to outlive him.

Read enough of those files
and you'll learn why.

He designed it to be sold.

Tommy can help you with that.

I can help you with that,

and I sure hope
you'll give us the chance.

For your sake.

For your family's sake.

Let us sell this thing...

before it's the end of you, too.

* dramatic music *

We got six pumping
with a flow over 6,500.

We're set to go on seven,

and we got another 28 leases.

We hit on a pocket
that the whole world missed.

Could be 50
to 100 million barrels.

Where exactly is this?

I'll tell you where
when we have a deal.

So, let me get this straight.

$44 million gets me
50% of the existing

-and 75 of all new production?
-Yeah.

Or you could farm it
back to us and go 60-40.

Where did you get
the money to drill?

M-TEX covered the drilling.

So my deal's with M-TEX?

No, your deal's with me.

Okay, I'm...

And I'm not making
any accusations.

But the term for that
is embezzlement, Tommy.

Even if I pay M-TEX back
with interest,

and I understand
the sinking ship

that M-TEX is becoming,

and you're right
to grab a life raft,

but...

I run a publicly traded company.

Anything we do
is under the scrutiny

of our shareholders, the SEC,

and every state and federal
regulatory agency in existence.

Now, the Railroad Commission,
they...

may look the other way,

but the FTC won't.

U.S. Attorneys won't.

I can't even dabble
in the gray, Tommy.

Now, you figure this out,

you bring her back to me
all cleaned up

with all this mess behind it?

Maybe we can have
a conversation.

Yeah, okay. Understood, Bob.

Well, I'm sorry
to leave early, Bob,

but I'm on the clock.

I have no doubt.

Tommy.

You can just walk away
from all this.

Let M-TEX absorb it,
and you're clean.

Do that, I will make you
a vice president

of production the next day.

Seven-figure base, bonuses,
stock options.

No more chasing your tail.

I appreciate that, Bob,
but I just got to know.

Know what?

If I got one more
home run in me.

* uneasy music *

Hey, babe.

That's it. I mean, she is gone.

Fucking grown-up and gone,

with her nonbinary,

ferret-owning
fucking new friend.

That's the job, ain't it, honey?

You get 'em grown,
you get 'em gone.

The job sucks.

Now I got to drive back
to Midland by myself

and wallow in it.

Well, just meet me at Alliance
and fly with me.

-Can you still use the jet?
-Cami don't even know

about the fucking jet,

and I'm gonna use the shit
out of it till she does.

Well, what about my car?

I'll have it
on a flatbed tomorrow.

I'll just drive.

Honey, we got a lot
to talk about,

and none of it's good,

so meet me at the airport.

-Okay.
-All right.

* dramatic music *

Yes?

Hey. I need to see you.

When?

As soon as I can get there.

I'm in Dallas,
but I'm on the way.

- Okay.
- All right.

I don't know, Tommy.

I don't know.

We tried this
once before, and...

you didn't want me as a partner.

Plus I'm... I made a pretty
sizable investment with Cami.

An investment you'll lose.

You seem so certain about that.

-Yeah, you want to know why?
-Yeah.

'Cause I've seen this
a thousand times.

There's no comparable
business to oil

except Las Vegas.

And what do they have in common?

The house always wins

'cause the house
can afford to lose.

When BP's
Deepwater Horizon blew,

it dumped three million barrels
in the Gulf.

That company's fine.

When Piper Alpha blew, 1988,

killed 167 men.
That company's fine.

Because they're too big to fail.

And now...

you're risking something
that they analyze for years.

On a hunch and a mandate from
a fucking insurance company.

Monty was a blackjack player.

When he lost, he took a marker.

When he won, he paid a marker.

But Monty's gone.

And now his wife's
holding all your chips,

and she don't even
fucking know how to play.

Now, if there's gas

and if you can reach it
at 30,000 feet

and if you can seal the well
without salt water invading

and if the pressures hold

and if you don't hit
an air pocket, who knows?

You're six miles
under the surface of the ocean.

And if you achieve all that,

now you need export contracts
with Europe,

a region wholly committed

to ridding dependence on LNG.

Now you need no hurricanes,

no pressure valve failures,
no earthquakes,

no tectonic plate shifts,

and you're at the mercy
of underwater welders

and engineers and politicians

who fucking despise
this industry,

and you need all this from a
person who never ran a company,

let alone an oil company,

and you don't need her husband's
$1.3 billion in debt

come calling on you.

That's a lot of ifs.

I'd say so.

But those are her ifs.
What are your ifs?

I don't have ifs.

I got six wells
that are producing

between 250
and 500 barrels a day.

I got another 28 to work over

within a five-mile radius,

and I have exclusive rights
to drill new ones

any-fucking-where I please.

We are the house.

And in our little world
we're too big to fail.

Now I grow the world.

I need you to honor the
original contract with Cooper,

and I need you to extend
an additional $18 million

for the next three wells.

You'll recoup at 70%,
then it's 50-50 forever.

Your first check
for just under $6 million

will arrive in less than a week,

and they don't stop coming.

This is what you asked me for,
and this is what I'm giving you.

* dramatic music *

$40 million?

Forty-four.

Interest on the M-TEX advance.

Just make it out to, uh,
M-Miller Enterprises.

And the $18 million?

I need a name, Tommy.

CTT Oil Exploration.

And Cattle.

And Cattle? Are we in
the cattle business, too?

No, I just hadn't formed
an LLC yet, so...

I needed something so stupid
nobody else would have it.

You're right. I may
lose everything with Cami,

and I won't like it, but

I'm not gonna
hold her responsible

because she doesn't know
what she's doing.

And I only partnered with her
because of you.

Because you know
what you're doing.

So, if you lose this

and you try to fuck me
in any way,

the thing you love the most,

that's the first thing
I'll take.

What a great way
to start a partnership.

Anything you lose with Cami,

I'll make it back for you
in three years.

Like the sound of that.

-Let's celebrate.
-Oh, I can't.

I got to go keep my son
out of prison.

It's like I'm looking
in a mirror,

except I'm skinny
and I wear a hat.

* dramatic music *

* singer vocalizing *

I hoped that's
what you were doing.

It's done.
What about the contract?

I resigned.
That's what about the contract.

Nate, I could kiss you
right now.

Please don't.

Get on your computer,
form an LLC.

CTT Oil Exploration and Cattle.

You're the treasurer. Open
an account and deposit this.

-And Cattle?
-Look,

I'm running on fumes, buddy.
Doing the best I can.

Hey, baby.

I hope you had a better day
than I did.

I'm sorry.

I know what you want
out of life.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

What do I want?

You want every meal
to be memorable.

You want every moment
to be an experience.

You want every night
to be a honeymoon.

And I think it's beautiful.

Why are you saying this?

I can't tell you right now,
honey. The day's not over yet.

Are you worried
about losing your job?

I got another job.

What's the job?

***

Guess who I just got
off the phone with.

Chief of staff at the hospital.

And everybody here
failed to tell me

that that son of a bitch
died at the ER

from a fucking heart attack.

Would he have had a heart attack

if he hadn't gotten
the living shit beat out of him?

My back is to you
for a reason, bud,

because you don't make
the decisions here.

Maybe he would've died
from a heart attack

raping my future
daughter-in-law.

Did you ever think about that?
A widow with a seven-month-old.

And we're siding with a rapist.

We're not siding
with anybody, Tommy.

All right? We're just
trying to follow

the letter of the law,
that's all.

Criminals can be victims,
too, Tommy.

How old's your daughter, Devin?

Isn't she about to graduate?

I don't see how my daughter's
relevant to this.

Oh, I think everybody's
daughter's relevant to this,

and so is your wife and my wife.

Any rights that piece of shit
might've had,

he left at the back door
of that bar.

Now, is there a man in this room

that would've done
anything different

if you had come in
and caught somebody attacking

your wife or your kid?

Well, I'll tell you
what I would've done different.

The son of a bitch
wouldn't have seen

the inside of the ER with me.

It'd have been
straight to the fucking morgue

with that piece of shit.

Now what do you say?

How about only one person
got their life ruined today?

No telling how much therapy
this girl is

gonna need once she heals up
from her broken nose

and her separated ribs
or concussion and all that shit.

I'll tell you what,
if this leaks out to the press,

who do you think
the people of Midland

and Odessa are gonna side with?

It ain't gonna be that bloated
son of a bitch with a toe tag.

I think it's gonna be that girl.

And this feels like
a situation where mayors

start firing police chiefs

and county attorneys
don't get reelected.

So what should it be,
CBS or ABC?

I guess you're just gonna
have to tune in and find out.

Tommy.

No one's made
a decision here yet.

Just trying to work it out,
that's all.

Well, I've already
worked it out in my mind,

and I'm telling the whole world
my decision.

Y'all just go
with the heart attack.

Cleans this whole thing up.

For everybody.

What about the victim's family?

That would be my family.

And that girl's family.
That's the only victim.

Maybe a criminal
can be a victim sometimes,

but not while they're
committing a fucking crime.

You're either one
or you're the other.

Well...

Charges haven't been filed yet.

We're just assessing
the situation, that's all.

The situation's been assessed.
Don't y'all agree?

County's got no problem with it.

That means
I got no problem with it.

* dramatic music *

***

***

Hey, honey.

Hi.

Let me see.

Well, it looks like
you gave as good as you got.

Gave it all I got.

I don't doubt that.

Where's Cooper?

He's mowing the lawn.

That's what I always do
when I'm being

investigated for murder.

You think he's gonna be charged?

I think
that's all behind us now.

It's gonna eat at him, though.

It's already eating at him.

Mm, how about you?
Is it eating at you?

Did he get what he deserved?

I don't know.

But did I get what I deserved?

It's quite the night.

I swear, trouble finds me
like flies at a picnic.

Listen, son,
I talked to the county attorney.

This ain't going
no further, okay?

They're right, though.

I went past defending her
to punishing him.

Cooper, look at me. Look at me.

Don't ever say that again.
Don't say it to Ariana,

don't say it to anybody. Ever.

He didn't value her life,

and now
he don't have a life. Period.

That's all this is.
And another thing,

get her out of that fucking bar.

Already done it.

All right.

I need you to come with me.

I can't leave her here.

Well, bring her, too.

-We got Miguel.
-Bring the kid,

the dog, the whole bunch.
I don't give a shit.

It's fine, come on.

* gentle music *

Hey, Cooper,

I need you to Gen Z me up

a group text
and send a pin to your Well Six.

Who do you want on it?

Nate, Rebecca and Dale,

your crew, Boss and King...

What's that other kid?

-Uh, BR.
-Yeah.

And look up Cheyenne.
It's probably under "stripper."

There's a stripper
Jasmine, Harmony, Destiny...

That's all for work.

- Mm.
- I got it.

All right, well, tell 'em all
to meet me at the pin.

Tell Cheyenne to bring Pop.

***

***

Sure glad

I got my car washed today.

Well, that'll teach you
to not tailgate, hon.

Well,

I think most of y'all know,
my son's gathered up

all the leases around here.

About seven square miles of 'em.

So far, they've hit.
Every one of 'em.

So I've negotiated a deal

with a company out of Fort Worth
to finance exploration

at a 50-50 split,

and they'll cover
all the existing wells.

Y'all know what that means?

We've got our own oil company.

And we're gonna drill out
this whole damn field.

Oh.

All right?
Now here's my proposal.

25% of the profits
is gonna be put in a pool

and distributed
among all the employees.

Now let me
introduce you to the board.

There's your president
right there.

I'm senior vice president,

unless my son
decides to fire me.

Nate's the treasurer.

Rebecca, chief operating officer
and chief counsel.

And Dale?

Yes, sir?

You're gonna
head up exploration.

Yes, sir.

And, Pop, you're gonna
oversee the drilling.

I can't climb
that fucking ladder to a rig.

You don't have
to climb a ladder, Pop.

It's all computerized.
You just sit in a room

and control
the drill with a joystick.

I don't know how
to work a joystick either.

Well, get Cheyenne to help you.

God knows she's had practice.

Hardy-har.

And, Boss,

you run the crew.
How's that sound?

Sounds fucking good
to me, Tommy.

You boys in?

-I'm in.
-Yeah, me, too.

Dale?

-You don't even have to ask.
-All right, buddy.

'Cause it's been so much fun
up to this point, sure.

All right!

Now, Ariana, if you want work,
I can find it for you.

-Like what?
-Well, we need a secretary.

Do I look like
anyone's secretary to you?

How about office manager?

How does it pay?

Son, you just got a glimpse
into your future right there.

This thing got a name?

CTT Oil Exploration.

And Cattle, unfortunately.

What are we doing with cattle?

Nothing, Pop,
it's just legal horseshit.

Don't worry about it.

So, what's CTT?

Cooper, Tommy, Thomas.

All right. So when do we start?

We already started, son.

All right.

* gentle music *

Hey, baby.

Mm.

I never noticed these horses.

I had horses as a kid.

-Yeah?
-Mm-hmm.

You know, honey,
the time's coming when...

...tragedy's gonna
dominate our days.

Maybe it's me,

maybe it's cancer.

Maybe my mind goes,

I wake up one morning

and I don't have a clue
who you are.

Or, God forbid, maybe it's you.

Car wreck or whatever, you know.

But not today.

Today we win.

Baby, I win every day.

You do, too.

You just don't see it.

But it's there.

I mean, it's all around you.

Just got
to take the time to notice.

Like now.

Like me...

...walking upstairs
to take a bath.

Nothing on but my birthday suit.

It's worth watching.

No.

You can't have today, bud.

Today is mine.

* serene music *

***

* gentle music *