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Tulsa.

Spelled backwards, it's "a slut."

It's also known as Tulsey Town.

Sometimes, confused with Tucson.

It's not Tucson.

Its origins are from the Muscogee word Tahlahassee or Tallahassee,

if you're from Florida.

The word got beat up till it was unrecognizable.

Just Tulsa.

It's a good place to live, with exceptions, of course.

Like a lot of cities, its beginnings were a mixed bag.

There was pain.

There was laughter.

There was murder.

And there was theft.

Beauty and blood.

Oil and water.

Oh, boy, was there oil.

It's a city that's short on forgiveness and long on punishment.

And absolutely no apologies.

But you have to face the truth

before there's forgiveness.

Yeah, Tulsa.

It's the kind of place a man would be proud to go missing from...

or maybe...

even found.

Howdy.

You lost?

Hey, old-timer.

- You got a name? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You okay?

Yeah, yeah.

You okay? You lost?

Who the fuck are you?

I'm the police.

- You know where you are? - Yeah...

I'm home.

Do you know what year it is?

Yeah, it's 19... No, it's 2000...

Five?

- Or something. - A little off.

- A little off. - Yes, yes.

Hey, how about we get you in my car, where it's nice and cool?

Where did you say you were headed?

- Tulsa. - Tulsa?

You're about 30 miles off the mark.

- What kind of business you got in Tulsa? - Settle some scores.

Ain't you full of piss and vinegar?

So, you know your name?

Yeah, yeah.

What's your name?

Lee.

Lee Raybon.

Yeah.

Still got it, baby.

Will you marry me?

- Shut up. - No, we should.

- Shut the fuck up. - I'm serious.

We're good together.

We like the same music.

You like Dolly. I like Dolly.

You like Chet. I like Chet. Yeah?

So we should get married because I like "Mule Skinner Blues"?

We'll be an Oklahoma power couple.

- Shut your very attractive mouth. - We'll get a farm.

Get some chickens?

Have a couple kids.

- Chickens? You ain't get chickens. - Yeah.

Gross. No.

Do you even know me at all?

I'm like a...

I'm like a sexy golden retriever who eats McDonald's.

Okay? I'm not... I'm not a trad wife.

- Gross. - Oh, my God. You're right.

I'm gonna die alone.

What's wrong with you?

- Hey. - I don't know.

I've never seen you this...

like, real.

What's going... Is it the award?

- No, it's not the award. - Is it the award?

Oh, no! "I'm a big, tough man, and I won a big, important award",

and now I don't know what to do with my life

"because things are going so good." Is that you?

No, I d... I don't know.

Well, then, let's cheer you up.

I'm a... I'm gonna do tarot.

- No, I don't want to do tarot. - Yes, I am.

- Come, come. - You're not gonna do my tarot.

Yes, I am. It's gonna be fun. I'm gonna distract you, and it's gonna be fun.

Come, come.

All right, what do I do?

Okay, yes.

You're gonna think about your life.

- Okay. Okay. - All the things that are going good.

Don't close your eyes. That's stupid.

- Okay. Here we go. Ready? - Yeah.

- Nah, it's a dumb one. - Wait. What did it say? Am I gonna die?

- I'm gonna pull another card. Shh! - Am I gonna die?

It's gonna be better.

I feel better about this one.

It's the same one.

What's that mean? I'm gonna die?

- Look. - What? What's it mean?

Actually, you know what? It does make a lot of sense.

- How? - Because of, like,

the discontentment and the disillusionment,

and, you know, the impotence and...

That was good this morning. I'm kind of more of a morning man these days.

Pay attention. This is important.

- Someone is offering him a cup, right? - Right. Yeah.

But look. He's such a dummy, he doesn't even notice.

He's thinking about other things that aren't as important.

You're ignoring the cup, Lee.

- I thought you were the cup. - I'm not the cup.

You're not the cup?

I'm not, but you could text me later if you want a little Vickey snack, okay?

'Cause I might be available. Maybe I'll be busy. I don't know.

That was fun.

Okay. Believe in yourself. Make good choices.

- Don't ignore the cup, Lee. - I won't.

I'm gonna look through your stuff.

Come on.

Go! They got George. Go!

- Come on! - Let's go, people!

That's fucking crazy?

Hey. That's some bullshit.

Goddamn!

Get me in.

Oh, my fucking God. We're gonna be late. This is embarrassing, all right?

There's other awardees before you.

No, there are not other awardees before me. I'm pretty sure I'm the only one.

Do you have a gummy or something?

- Wrong entrance, obviously. - Mushroom gummy?

- How many milligrams? - Lee, call Francis. Lee.

Yeah, what about her? She's coming? Have you heard from her?

She... I told you. She said she's got her book club.

Her book club?

- Can I help you? - Yeah, this is awardee Lee Raybon.

We gotta get a fucking award in there.

- Come on. Let us in. - I'm sorry.

Like he said, we're here for the awards show.

Yeah, hot fuzz. What the fuck? Hurry up, bro.

- The entrance is next door. - Thank you.

- There's a door right here. Let us in. - Let's go, Lee.

- Henry, grab him. - Let's go!

What a fucking lock, dude.

- Come on. - Lee, come on.

Fuck! Holy shit!

We'll miss the show.

Where is the award?

This way, this way. Come on.

Some bullshit, I...

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

What table are we?

Where we at? What is the table number?

- Oh, fuck! - You have been avoiding me, Lee.

I know. I'm not avoiding you, all right?

You owe me a story on the dig site.

I know.

Did you hear how boring that is even coming out of your mouth?

All right. I don't write...

It's not inspiring to me, okay? I wanna write about people...

Lee, did you set up an appointment with the archaeologist in person?

I'm going to.

- Lee, I already paid you. - Yeah, and I already spent the money.

Hey!

- Who are you? - I'm sitting here.

You're late for your own award, man.

- Yeah, we got lost, okay? - You got lost in Tulsa? Is that right?

They are giving out other awards.

- I should've just fucking sent in a video. - It's not the Grammys.

It's a local journalism award show and...

- He's sober, by the way. - No, not tonight, all right? I'm nervous.

- Please fill her up. - You took mushrooms.

- Let him do what he wants. - I'm not talking to you.

Look, you're coming right up, you're coming right up.

Citizen Journalist of the Year: Lee Raybon.

"Citizen journalist"? It says that?

- What the fuck is a citizen journalist? - - Lee, right there.

Yeah, I see it now, all right? But every journalist is a citizen.

Jesus. I just...

Waylon, hook us up with, like, a bottle or something.

- It's like a thimbleful of alcohol. - Oh, fuck, yeah. See?

It's about time, dude. Let's get this shit going.

Waylon.

No, it's okay. I'm good. I prom...

No, that's... Waylon is sitting there, okay? That's Waylon's seat.

Yeah, he can sit there. Have you heard of Whitey Bulger?

Yeah, everybody's heard of Whitey Bulger.

No one has done a story about the execution of Roger Wheeler

right here in Tulsa, Oklahoma, at Southern Hills Country Club.

- Nobody cares. - I think Roger Wheeler's family care.

The next award is one that's dear to me.

- Hey, Lee. Lee, it's you. It's you. - What? What?

- Coming up. It's you. - Me?

Oh, shit.

- She's gonna introduce you. - I need some water.

- You better get going. - Put your glasses down.

I don't want whiskey. I want water.

And Tulsa Journalism Society are proud to announce this year's winner

of the Citizen's Journalism Award is none other than Lee Robin...

Lee Raybon...

Yeah.

That's my boss man right there.

I appreciate that.

Wow. Yeah. Wow, I wasn't expecting this.

I wasn't expecting this...

I mean, I was, 'cause they called me, like, a month ago and told me.

Whoo!

Yeah. Wow.

That's not funny.

I'm on mushrooms.

Man, look at us all?

Breaking our arms patting ourselves on the back,

trumpeting the flag of mediocrity,

parading around like a bunch of peacocks

taking credit for their own feathers, right?

You buy your fancy dresses and your fancy suits

and your fancy tables, but if anybody ever asks you

for any help, anybody in actual need, you'd be like, "Hey, drop dead, sucker."

You know... You know what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna sit this on my desk as a reminder that... that...

I'm just as big a liar and sellout as you are?

Come on, face it. We're all sellouts, right? Everybody is a sellout.

- Come on, the journalism prize? - Fuck, yeah!

We couldn't even talk about the race massacre for years

'cause everybody was too scared.

He's up there already. We're late.

He's the one who put it in the calendar for 7:00.

Well, it wasn't 7:00.

Well, maybe he meant Mountain time or something.

The history of this country is a history of murders and cash grabs,

and there is no forgiveness until there's accountability, all right?

What I am after cannot be purchased!

I just wanna say thanks to my mom, truthfully.

My mom was the first person to believe in me.

- So thank you, Mom. - He's fucked up.

- No, no, no, he's a Beat poet. - It's all...

Also, I wanna say thank you to my dad,

'cause he was the first person to not believe in me.

He used to look me in the eyes and say,

"Son, you should only open your mouth to change your feet."

See, you know what I say to that, Dad, wherever you are?

Fuck you! Here I am. JV...

champion.

Yeah!

Here I am, captain of the JV.

My dad used to talk a lot about truth.

He was a fake preacher.

So, as my father said before me, "Stay greasy."

Greasy! Yeah!

Yeah! Bam, bam!

Suck on that, chili dog...

That's my boss man right there, dog.

Get up here.

- I think she... - Oh, shit.

Come on.

Come on.

- These things are so stupid. - I agree.

Your speech was the first time that I wasn't bored all night.

Thank you. So good.

Yeah, it was good, right?

- It was great. - Aw, thanks.

- And, like, fuck your dad. Yeah. - Yeah, fuck him, right?

Wow. What is it... What brings you here? What do you do?

Public defenders have a table, but... it's free drinks.

Okay, but what do you do?

Public defender.

That's the public defender table.

- I get it, I get it, I get it. - Yeah.

Wow. So, we're just kind of in the same ballpark, you know?

I mean, career-wise.

What?

How are we at all in the same ballpark career-wise?

Defend the innocent, protect the truth, serve justice.

You wrote an article about a sensitive, rich white guy.

I wrote an expos? On the fragility of the male ego.

No, yeah, I know that you wrote a puff piece.

It's not... Wow.

It... There's a lot of back story.

No, this is... this is going really well.

- Yeah. I'm Ginger. - Yeah.

Hey, Ginger.

- I'm Lee. - You're Lee. I know.

- Lee Raybon, at your service. - Yeah.

Yes.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Okay, I got one for you, Mr. Investigator.

There are two men here tonight,

and I think they're following me.

Can you spot them?

Heck, yeah.

What do they look like?

I'm not gonna tell you what they look like.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Seriously?

What?

Thank you.

Thanks very much.

How are you guys doing?

- Good. - Good?

- And yourself? - Yeah, super good.

Just clearing the decks for round two.

- Good speech. - Oh, thanks. Yeah.

I felt pretty good about it, you know?

My father was a grifter too.

Oh, yeah?

Can I get a towel?

- Yeah. - Thank you.

Would you enjoy a sucker candy?

Heck, yeah.

Thank you.

You want a sucker candy?

Yes, I would like one too.

Thank you. Yeah.

You have another one?

Thanks.

What, do you want a kiss?

- Are you kidding? - No.

- We're here to talk. - Talk? That's good, gang. Hey.

Hey.

Check it out, baby.

Check it out, baby. Let's go. Hey, Deidra. Get the picture.

Moving out with security, baby.

That's so stupid.

Hey, Lee. Lee, pose for the pic. Hey.

Get your hot wieners right here!

Hot wieners!

Hot wieners!

Hey, boys. You forgot your gift bag.

Hot wieners! Get your wieners!

Well, they are following you.

Yeah, I told you.

Yeah, what do you think? Angry clients?

No. My clients love me.

So, who are they?

I don't know who they are.

This is me.

You want me to rough them up a little bit, you know?

I mean, I'm on mushrooms, but I can take these clowns.

- Stop it. - No, I will.

I'm not scared.

I am. I'm scared.

Hey, don't be scared.

No, I think just, like...

just pretend you're with me, and I'll get in the car and then just tell me bye.

- Pretend that I'm with you? - Yeah.

Okay, but...

Yeah. You want me to... You want me to come with you?

Maybe...

Maybe I'll see you at home, baby.

Hot wieners!

Big, steamy wiener?

Hot wiener.

- Hey. - Hot wieners!

You'll get your award for worst stalker. Come on, guys.

She made you, like, two hours ago. Stop following her!

Hey, man.

- Oh, hey. - Heard your speech.

Oh, yeah? Yeah, I was just... just winging it, you know.

- Yeah. - Yeah. Yeah, it seemed that way.

- Hey, what was the line? - Which one?

Oh! "You guys are all a bunch of sellouts."

You know what I mean. I mean...

- I mean, Jim is definitely a sellout. - Fuck you, Lee.

Fuck me?

So... Hold on.

I'm a sellout because I wrote for my community?

Because I'm not writing these big fucking puff pieces?

You know, we gotta make money, sell ads. Not you though, right?

Whoo!

All right.

- Hold on one second. - Yeah, set your fucking award down.

Do you want a sucker candy?

What?

I gotta hit you now. Oh, yeah?

Fuck.

Take the cup, Lee.

That's what I'm saying, and then you just plug your shit in.

- No ga... - Where the hell were you?

Where were you? Look at me. You're my security.

- Look at me. - Hey. Hey. Lee.

- We were just clowning right now. - You were?

- Listen. Look. Nazis... - You think it's funny?

Nazis, that's one thing, but a bunch of writers beat your ass?

Hey, there were a lot of them, all right?

There were a lot of them!

- Look at this fool. - Hey, Fran. Hey, Fran.

You missed the big awards ceremony. Boom. Come on.

Yeah, can we talk?

Yeah, sure. I need some coffee. All right, yeah, well, thanks a lot.

Every time I turn around, he's getting his ass beat.

- Okay. - Hey, Lee.

Lee, look. They got tae-bo classes at the YMCA for free.

Billy Blanks.

- What's he talking about? - Nothing. He's an idiot.

So, what's up? What do you want, cuss or discuss?

I was there.

Where?

The awards.

Why didn't you say hi?

Dad, I saw your speech.

Yeah. I went a little punk rock, didn't I?

It was embarrassing, honestly.

What do you mean?

Dad, you were drunk.

I was not drunk. I don't drink.

I had one tiny, little mushroom gummy, okay?

- Yeah. Dad. - And I think I ate a bad shrimp.

For real. What? Listen...

These dopes, they hand out awards 'cause they just wanna jerk each other.

- They wanna jerk each other's chain. - Dad. Okay.

What? Listen, your dad, me, I am an artist.

- Artist. - Yeah, a writer,

and I can't let some award go to my head.

Sometimes you just gotta blow things up, you know?

No. No, no, you don't always have to blow everything up.

Where is your punk-rock spirit?

All right, these clowns are giving me a prize to try to seduce me

into their little club of mediocrity, all right?

But I resist. Okay?

There is a dissolution of integrity the second fame kicks in.

I gotta protect myself.

Okay.

Well, I'm just letting you know.

Wait. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I don't want you to be embarrassed. I want you to be proud of me.

You're breaking my heart right now.

Yeah, Dad.

Look, I wanna be proud too.

Yeah, and you are.

Come on. You are.

Sure.

- Oh, my God. - What? Come on.

Just be normal now and again.

Oh, my God.

You sound just like your mother.

Because I want you to be normal now and then?

I am working on it, okay?

Listen, guess what?

I have a girlfriend.

Yeah. I do. I'm serious.

Absolutely. Big time.

Who?

You don't know her.

Well, will I meet this girl?

If things keep going the way they are going...

She's a lawyer.

She's a public defender. She's, like, really smart.

Like top-notch law person.

- Wow. - Cool, right?

Yeah, it's good.

Okay.

- Okay, I gotta go. - Come on. What...

I love you.

I love you.

See ya.

Did you hear that?

I hear everything.

I heard it.

Jesus Christ. Thank you.

I gotta talk to you about my speech.

Speech. You didn't make a speech.

You're not Abraham Lincoln. You won an award.

Buddy, I value your opinion, all right?

I want you to tell me honestly, what'd you think about my speech?

And why are you on a treadmill?

Because I'm in throuple trouble.

What is that?

It's trouble in a throuple.

Yeah, okay, but what does that even mean?

You know how Lindsay and I are in an open marriage?

I know that Lindsay's in an open marriage and that you're married to her.

Yeah, I know that.

Yeah, well, she brought someone into the circle, and he's fucking jacked.

Why do you do this to yourself, buddy?

This is him. You see that? Imagine something like that

plowing your wife up and down the bed while you're sitting there in time-out.

- It's humiliating, Lee. - Yeah. He's good-looking.

All right, so what'd you think about my speech? Seriously?

- What? - Get this.

Francis, she thought it was embarrassing.

- Okay, yeah. - What?

I can see from her point of view how it could be embarrassing,

but you gave 'em something to think about.

- Right. It's too rock and roll. - Sure.

See, she's gone so normie.

She's getting, like, so mainstream with this dentist stepdad.

Seriously, I saw her Rollerblading the other day...

Lee, I got... I got shit I gotta do. I got to close my rings, man.

Okay, good. But for the record, you loved the speech?

I thought your acceptance speech was radical.

- It was ill-timed, but it was radical. - Radical. Right.

Like Russian radical, like those dissident poets?

Like Mayakovsky? Like that?

- I don't know who that is. It was radical. - Appreciate it.

Mayakovsky.

I'm glad you loved the speech.

Oh, fuck!

I'm here to see, Ginger.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Okay, well, we have two Gingers. So...

Do you know her last name?

No.

- What does she look like? - She's hot.

- Yeah, she's third door on the left. - Third door, okay.

- Yep. - You got a garbage?

- No, I don't. - Okay, cool.

Have fun.

Listen, Rocky, if you post a picture of yourself

drunk at karaoke with cocaine all over your nose,

it then makes it harder for me to make a case to the judge

that you should be out free on the streets.

Like, I know it was your birthday.

You looked like you fucking fell into a powdered doughnut box.

Yeah, it's funny until it's not.

You're not an idiot. I...

Just be careful. Okay.

I love you too. Bye. Oh, my God.

I'm not seeing clients today.

Not sure why you were shown in.

I'm not a client.

- What are you doing here? - Hi.

Oh, Lee, your face. Lee, did those guys do that to you?

Oh, no, not those guys. It was just a disgruntled journalist.

It's a occupational hazard.

What? Okay. I got no time, actually, right now.

Oh, you don't have time now. You had time last night.

What does that mean?

You kissed me.

- No, I did not kiss you, actually. - You did.

No, our faces got close, but... We did kiss once outside.

- I forgot about that part. - Yeah, we did.

No, that was a confusion tactic for the men following me.

Oh, all right. How long they been following you?

You got me. I'm...

I wasn't even totally sure they were following me.

I'm so very sure now.

Okay. Why are they following you?

I'm looking into it.

All right. Well, I can help you out with that.

- Help? - Yeah.

How can you help me?

That's what I do. I figure stuff out.

Okay. I don't really need a researcher...

I'm not a researcher, all right? I am a trailblazer.

I light up the streets, kick up flares,

knock over stones, see where the snakes slither.

What? Is this a quote?

Do you wanna find these guys or don't you?

Hey, so, could...

In your speech last night, you said that you lied, right?

Oh, no. I didn't.

Yes, you said that you did something that you weren't proud of.

- Something that... It was bullshit. - Yeah, I know.

I was talking about the whole industry around the journalism.

Hey, come on. You were talking about yourself.

I was talking about the Washberg piece.

I left a... a lot out.

It was a lot of omission, you know?

I did it just to make sure more people didn't get hurt.

- You help people not get hurt. - Yeah.

That sounds noble.

- It is? - Yeah.

I asked because confidentiality is a very serious thing in my world,

'cause we're dealing with people's lives, right?

In this case, we are dealing with my life.

Well, you can count on me.

Okay.

Lee...

Okay, nope. Again, never mind.

- Okay. All right. Sure. - Gotta go.

All right, listen, hey, if you change your mind,

and you decide you do need a friend...

- I'm your man. - Okay.

I'm at Hoot Owl Books.

- I'm the CEO, the owner. Yeah. - Perfect.

- You can count on me. - "Who Done It Books."

Hoot Owl.

Hoot Owl.

Oh, my God.

Oh, Ginger.

Fuck.

I'm your guy!

Right here!

Oh, my God.

What the fuck?

Oh, my God.

Don't... Don't know.

Okay.

Fuck it.

Okay.

I have a client that I can't reach at Boontill Prison.

Okay?

His name is Mekko Dean. He's a Native guy.

We used to talk every... I mean, all the time.

And then three weeks ago, everything stopped.

I called his caseworker, and she gave me the runaround.

So I went down to the prison myself, and they would not let me talk to him.

You're his lawyer. They gotta let you.

No, I... Well, I was his lawyer. This is...

This is an old appeal.

It's... They... One guy was like, "Oh, he's in solitary."

Another guy said he was sick. They were making something up on the fly,

and now they know that I am suspicious,

and now these guys are fucking following me.

- Do you have a piece of paper? - Yeah.

Here you go. Here.

- Listen, it's probably... - This is my business card.

Yeah.

Okay.

Lee, you cannot give up on the dig story.

I gotta go see a guy, all right?

An inmate in prison. A prison inmate.

You know, he's lost all contact with his lawyer. My friend, the lawyer.

I just met her. She's great.

Don't worry, all right? They don't know me.

I'll go in there. I'll check it all out.

Okay. That's his name.

- That's his prisoner number. - Okay. All right.

That's my name, maiden name, and phone number.

- Yeah. - Not married. Are you married?

- No. Not married. - Okay, great.

- I just want to know he's okay, right? I... - Yeah, yeah.

So what's the story?

All right. Oklahoma. Dostoyevsky. Right?

The prison industrial complex.

You know, corruption at the highest level.

- You know what I'm talking about? - - Yeah.

He's got nothing.

No, no. Does he have to be here?

- He's the managing editor. - Yeah, I know.

I got him the job, but I didn't know it came with the title.

I mean, how many titles you gonna give him?

It might be a hall monitor next?

Listen, it's probably gang-related, all right?

I've had a lot of experience with the Aryan Brotherhood,

and I can spot a skinhead a mile away, even with a head of hair, okay?

- These guys are brotherhood. - Oh, my God.

I've thrown down with them before. It's okay.

I'm talking about corruption, all caps.

Pah, pah, pah, pah, pah!

You know, butt smuggling, drugs, you know, Heartland Press, it's prime clickbait.

God, do whatever. Just don't ask me for any more money.

Okay.

Hello. Don't be afraid. I'm a journalist. It's cool.

What, Who do I...

Items here in the basket.

No problem.

Oh, I'm also going to need one of those press passes.

You know, the cool laminated ones.

Yeah, right.

It'll come back chewed on.

Wait, what? The plan is you're just gonna go into the prison?

You forget I am an award-winning journalist, okay?

With a press pass. Come on, now.

- All right. - I got you. Don't worry.

I'm... I'm worried.

No, that's not your white van.

- Yeah. - No.

Good guys are on the way.

Good guy in a white van? It would be history's first.

Fuck.

Raybon.

Howdy.

Oh, yeah.

Hi. I'm Lee Raybon.

- Okay. - Hey.

Thanks for meeting me here today.

What do you want?

Yeah, well, I'm a writer, Heartland Press. It's a long-form magazine.

I also write for the Tulsa Beat.

So you're good?

Get to the point, man. What can I do for you?

Oh, I don't need anything. I'm good. I just...

You know, you've been a little unresponsive.

Just a little worried about you, that's all.

- I'm just making sure you're good. - Unresponsive?

Yeah, just...

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

The truth is, man, I'm really just checking up on you.

- Checking on me? - Yeah.

For what?

For our friend.

Yeah? Who's that?

Who's that?

G. G, G. Gin... G...

You know what I mean, right?

No.

Okay. You're Mekko, though, right?

Yeah, I'm Mekko.

Yeah. Mekko Dean.

I just said yes, white boy.

You putting me on?

You think... Oh, no, no, no. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Somebody put you up to this? They threatening you?

Man, don't get on my fucking nerves, all right?

Well, if you're not Mekko, then where's the real Mekko?

I am Mekko. I don't know what the fuck you want, man.

Just tell me about that story, you can get the fuck on, all right?

Let me tell you what this story's gonna be about.

I'm gonna write a story about whoever you really are.

- And it's gonna bury you. Yeah. - Okay. I'm sure.

- My stories go nuclear, buddy. Boom. - No one gives a fuck.

That's not a threat. No, that's a promise, okay?

I am the dismantler,

and I'm gonna fuck you up and you tell that to all your buddies back there,

your Aryan Brotherhood buddies who are following Ginger, okay?

Ginger?

- No. No, no, no, no, no, no. - You're gonna get fucked up.

- Hey, hey, listen to me, listen to me. - Just wait.

I'm in with the Deadly Natives. Does the name Waylon ring a bell to you?

- Watch out. - Waylon who?

Waylon.

Waylon and Henry. Okay?

You know, listen, listen. I'm onto you. You're an impostor,

you're a stooge, and you're a Nazi scum.

Fuck you. I'm Native.

You are a blow-up doll that I'm gonna fuck. Ha!

- Fuck you. - How about that? Ha! Ha!

Oh, yeah. Yeah, all right. Yeah, fuck you right there.

Sorry. Sorry.

It's a nice van.

Tires are a little bald.

Drive safe.

- Come see Daymond Law. - Come on, man. Law offices.

Well, damn. Man, it's so hard to keep track of everything.

That's why I told you, just cut it up.

I told you I wanted to do this in one take. I told you.

It's called a oner, man. Real Scorsese shit, man.

Scorse... Man.

It's for TikTok.

- We don't have all day. Try again. - Yo, Cyrus.

- Come on, try it again. - Cyrus?

- What? Lee. I'm filming. Filming. - Hey, hey.

- What's up? - What's up?

What, you guys are making documentaries now?

We provide production services for clients for a price,

unless you're my cousin, in which you expect it for free.

- That's a nice shot, man. - Yeah.

Can I interrupt you guys just real quick? I promise. Two minutes.

You know what? I need to learn these lines and smoke anyway.

Who is it?

Her name's Ginger, all right?

- She's a lawyer, super smart. - She? No, not she. Who's the guy you...

Oh, Mekko Dean. Mekko Dean.

- Tulsa County? - Yeah, I think so.

- This is... this is him? - Oh, yeah.

- You got a photo? - Yeah, he has some old mug shots.

Armed robbery, attempted armed robbery,

- failed armed robbery. - Oh, fuck. Fuck.

What's up with you and this guy?

I knew it.

So I meet this lawyer, right? She's a stone-cold fox.

I'm gonna do her a solid, maybe get a story.

I go meet one of her clients in prison, right?

I go to meet him, but they send out a different guy.

A different guy. That's not the guy who came.

A rupidoop.

- A what? - Rupidoop.

- A rope-a-dope? - No, it's rupidoop. Something different.

No, Cyrus, that's not a thing. A rupidoop?

A rupidoop, yeah. Yo, Daymond. Daymond!

- Yeah? - Hey.

Lee went to a prison to visit a guy. They sent in a whole 'nother man.

- Right. - What do they call that?

Well, that's a rupidoop.

Not a rope-a-dope?

No, that's different.

I mean, you can call it Wewoka switch,

but it's usually only old cats who say that, but...

I mean, it's fine, as long as you didn't give any information.

- Yeah. - You left, right? You didn't...

You didn't engage with the rupidoop?

What does that even mean? Engage?

Of course I talked to the guy. I mean, I'm there to talk to him, so I talked.

Never engage with a rupidoop. What the fuck is wrong with you, Lee?

- Come on. - Man. You... You...

What did you say?

I... I engaged, I engaged a little.

I... I said, you know, "I'm the dismantler," you know?

- The dismantler? - I don't know!

I told him I was going to turn shit over.

The dismantler? What about your trusty sidekick, the reupholsterer?

You didn't name any names, right?

- No, I didn't... I didn't... - That's right.

Fuck. I said one name.

Oh, shit.

- No, I just... The lawyer, Ginger. - What?

- I was trying to help her. I didn't know. - Wow.

Oh, man. You're out here tender-dick thinking, man.

- What? - You know what?

I'll represent you when they arrest you.

But I'm gonna need that deposit today, though.

- I got a QR code for it. - Yeah, yeah. Thanks. Thanks a lot.

I walk out of the prison.

There's a guard sneaking around my van, and I recognize this guy.

He's the same guy that was following her,

the lawyer, Ginger, who I met when I won an award.

- I won Journalist of the Year. - Congratulations.

Thanks. Citizen Journalism, but...

Don't you know guards are nothing but gangsters

with laminated name tags and guns?

She's never going to be into me now.

How can she? You out here tender-dicking, playboy.

Yeah, buddy, dick in a tinderbox.

You got any more guns?

I'll check.

- You okay? - I'm gonna be sick.

- What? Really? - Go through the whole thing again.

- Okay. Okay. - There was a guy, right?

- Another guy. - It was... It's a different guy.

It was not Mekko who came out. That is for sure.

So then the question is, who the hell is it that came out and who sent him?

Was it Mekko? Was it somebody else?

And that's why I need to know a lot more about this client, okay?

Is he a gang member? Is he a shot...

- Lee, you fell for a rupidoop. - You know, is he connected?

Okay. How does everybody know that word but me?

Okay, did you... You said my name, right?

- Tell me, did you say my name? - I don't know if it was him or me.

'Cause we were going at it. I'm like a horse with blinders on.

Once I saw that he was a stooge, right? Boom. I...

I told him, I said, "Look, you fuck with Ginger, you're fucking with me."

You said that? Is that all that happened?

Yes, that's it. That is the story, except...

Get this, all right? You're gonna find this super interesting.

- Am I? - I walk out,

and there by my van is one of the dudes that was following you

- the other night at the awards show. - What?

- Remember when I won my award? - I remember.

Yeah, the guys that were following you. One of them is a prison guard.

Did he remember you?

- Oh, definitely. Definitely. - Definite.

I mean... Crazy, right?

I mean, what do you think?

- I think that the decisions that... - I'll tell you what I think.

- I've made every moment of my life... - No.

I'll tell you what... You know what I think?

This whole, like, "rupidoop" thing is getting really overblown.

Seriously, they already knew we were connected, okay?

- So this is all much ado about, you know... - We're not connected.

- Nothing. What? What? - I can't do this. I should never have...

- You know what, Lee? I... - What?

Thank you for your help, but you gotta... you gotta go right now.

- No, no, I'm good. I got plenty of time. - You're not good. No.

I-I have to... One of my... One of my flaws as a person

is I need to be alone in order to think.

Okay.

- All right. You know what? - Go, go, go.

Yeah.

Just so you know, we got 'em right where we want 'em.

Fuck.

Just because you have faith, it tells you...

Shit.

Hello.

Hello?

Hello.

Ginger?

- Ginger. Fuck. It's me. It's me. It's me. - Oh, God, Lee.

It's me. Don't shoot! Don't do it. Hello, hey, it's me.

Holy fuck, Lee. I shot someone!

- You shot someone? - Oh, my God, yes!

Who? Who did you shoot?

I don't know... I don't know. He was trying to break in.

- Oh, my God! One of the guys... - Who was?

- From the other night. - Okay, okay. Which one?

- Like the... The big guy or the skinny one? - I don't know. The skinny one.

- The skinny one. With the SS tattoo. - Yeah, but what does it matter?

It matters because I'm trying to make sure you didn't just shoot...

- Oh, my God. - A prison guard, okay?

- I always knew I would shoot someone. - You did?

Yes. Oh, my God, I used to dream about this when I was, like, a kid.

- What the fuck? - Okay, okay. Were you shot?

What the fuck is happening?

I am trying to make sure you didn't get shot and you don't know it.

Yeah, I don't have bullets in my tits, Lee.

Okay, okay, listen, it's just...

Sometimes people get shot and don't feel it. Maybe go take a shower...

- Take a shower? - And you check yourself.

Take a shower and check? It's not ticks.

Okay. Hey.

Okay.

Women love that.

I'm trying to help, okay?

It was an intruder, you know. It's just random, I think.

So you don't know the man?

No, I don't.

- You sure? - Yeah, I'm sure.

But if you did, you would tell us, probably, right?

Yes.

'Cause it would be really helpful for us if you knew what he looked like.

- You understand that, right? - So, Mekko?

Yeah.

Who is this guy? I mean, is he dangerous?

Is he in danger?

How does a person go missing in prison?

I mean, it's something I'm not... I'm not...

I mean, you're not in love with him?

Are you?

What am I fucking thinking? You cannot tell anyone.

- Hey, hey, hey. - - My life would crumble.

I know what the word "confidential" means, okay?

- You're a writer! What am I doing? - Yeah, I'm a writer,

but I'm not gonna write about you, all right?

Hey, look at me. I promise, all right?

I'm a good friend.

I am.

I am.

Oh, shit. What the hell?

What...

- What's going on? - Oh, Willie Shakes-queer.

Sorry to interrupt the libtard poetry slam.

- What the fuck's going on? - I found this old scarecrow.

He says he's your daddy.

Yeah, it's old Daddy Shakes-queer.

Yeah, buddy. We found him wandering a highway.

And like your ugly ass, he's got a couple screws loose.

Apple don't fall far from the tree.