All language subtitles for Tulsa King S01 E05_English-es

In prison they set you up!

Who's they?

- Pete.
- My Pete?

He was afraid you'd flip.

25 years, come on!

Nobody does that kind of time.

I did.

Got sugar?

No, we have, uh--
what do you call it-- Agave.

What the fuck's that?

You work for me now, understand?

Go out there
and make some money.

This is our territory.
Who gave you permission to sell?

Black Macadam.

Local biker gang.

- They anything?
- Well, they ain't nothing.

Let's go, my children.

The Art of War states
that each man

has gotta grow a set of balls.

- Hello?
- Jo, it's me.

I heard you called Tina.

Radio silence for 25 years...

- Why now?
- I don't know.

He's dying, Dwight.

Our brother Joe is dying.

Fly me to the moon ♪

♪ Let me play
among the stars ♪

♪ Let me see
what spring is like ♪

On a Jupiter and Mars ♪

♪ In other words,
hold my hand ♪

♪ In other words,
baby, kiss me ♪

Fill my heart with song ♪

♪ And let me sing
for ever more ♪

You are all I long for ♪

All I worship and adore ♪

♪ In other words,
please be true ♪

♪ In other words,
I love you ♪

Come here.

It's all right.

It's okay.

Let me look at you.

- Let me look at you.
- You look great.

So do you. So do you.

How was your flight?

- It's good. It's good.
- Yeah?

Tina here?

Yeah.

Why don't we go see
your brother first, though,

before we start
the whole imbroglio.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

- Just anxious.
- I know.

I don't think
she's ready.

Hey Joe, look who's here.

- My condolences, Denise.
- Oh, he loved you, Dwight.

I loved him, too.
He was a great guy.

Yeah. It's just so sad.

The two of you didn't speak
for so many years

and-- and now this.

I'm sorry.

Twenty years
in a token booth...

and for what?

Goes fast.

Well, it goes slow, too.

Wanna say a prayer?

I already did.

I'm gonna go smoke.

I'm gonna
catch up with you.

Thanks for coming.

Your daughter's
a wonderful woman.

Got a degree in horticulture,
owns her own business.

Hmm.

This husband,
Emory, he's okay?

He's a nice guy.
He adores her.

He's in, uh, finance
or something.

Is he taking
care of her?

Their condo is bigger than
the house we grew up in.

Tell me about
my grandchildren.

They're great.

They're adorable. Twins.

- Come on. Seriously?
- Yeah.

Cody and Ryan.

They're five,
uh, maybe six.

They know about me?

You know what?
I don't wanna do this anymore.

- I don't. I--
- I don't wanna do it either.

- I gotta go back inside.
- Yeah, I gotta go too.

You're coming
to the mass tomorrow?

I'd like to say
something at the mass.

No, I don't think
that's a good idea.

Hell of a hiccup
over at the festival.

Territorial dispute.

A couple of boys
had their inventory took.

I'm talking nitrous oxide.
You two follow?

- A lot of money.
- Yeah.

We cannot have that.

As you can imagine,

I'm getting some pressure
from the top dog...

to respond,
if you will.

rapidly and resoundingly.

- What do you want from us?
- Did you hear what I just said?

The big man's
not happy.

He'd like
your attention on this.

Pronto.

License plate number.

One of the guys
we're looking for.

Yeah.

I gotta hear
from strangers you're back.

What's going on?

You know, it looks bad

you sneak into town
and I'm not aware.

My brother died, but you
probably already heard that.

This is family.

- You understand?
- It's my brother.

"Token Joe," buonanima.

- But my dad...
- What about him?

Just get your ass to New York
Memorial in the morning.

It's my brother's funeral.
I have obligations.

Remember your first
and highest obligation.

My father
was a brother to you too.

Don't you fucking
forget that.

Was I?

Woodvale Salon.
This is Charice.

Hi. Yes.
My-- my name is Tyson Mitchell.

And I'm-- I'm with
the Acme Big Booty Service.

Oh, my God.
He returns.

What's going on,
baby girl? You good?

Better now.
Where the hell have you been?

Ripping and running busy,
you know?

Hey, I got
my own place now, so,

you know, I'm grounded.

Shit!

Here we go
with this shit, man.

Hey, hey. Lemme--
lemme call you back, all right?

Your license and registration.

Hands where I can see 'em.

Registration is in the glove.

Who's this Dwight Manfredi?

- He's my boss.
- Oh, yeah?

Why don't you step
outta the car for me?

No, you're not under arrest,
but for my protection,

I am gonna cuff you
and give you a good toss.

- You wearing a body camera?
- Why? You wanna be a movie star?

- Some bullshit, man.
- Duly noted.

Have a seat.

Damn!

You can't search my car
without a warrant.

- Oh yeah? Who says?
- The constitution.

Ah, look what I found.

Now, this smells
suspiciously like marijuana.

Come on, man.
That's not even mine.

This car ain't even mine.
I told you that.

So you're saying
you stole this vehicle?

This is Dwight. Leave a message.

The mailbox is full

and cannot accept
any messages at this time.

Hey, I'm gonna need
another call, man.

Well, I need a foot massage

and it looks like
we're both outta luck.

Close group one.

Couple bottles of Sassicaia 94.

- Pinot Grigio.
Whatever anybody else wants.
- Yes, sir.

- Just take care of them.
Keep it coming.
- Thank you, sir.

Ah, it's good to be home.

Of course,
not under these circumstances.

I'm sorry, I don't remember
half the people.

Who's everybody here?

- This Stella. Selena.
- My daughter.

- That's Stella?
- Yeah.

There's Ethan,
Stella's husband, right?

- It's nice to meet you, Ethan.
- You know Joe Junior?

- You I know. Of course, you look
exactly like your old man.
- Thank you.

- That's a good thing.
- Yeah. Thanks.

Emory, we haven't been

formally introduced.

Well, I'm Emory.
I'm Tina's husband.

Ah, we talked
on the phone.

That's right,
we spoke briefly.

There was a phone
where I was too, you know?

- I-- I don't follow.
- Well, I'm just saying
you could have called

and sought my blessing,
before you married my daughter.

- The balls on you. Wow!
- I'm old school. I'm sorry.

Yeah, you were also indisposed, remember?

- But very easy to find.
- Okay.

So you wanted this man
to endure a cavity search

just to secure
your blessing?

You're the one
who stopped calling us.

My apologies, Emory.

- Everybody hungry?
- I don't know.

What was wrong with Bamonte's,
we had to drive

- all the way to the city?
- Stop with Bamonte's.

- Nobody eats at Bamonte's.
- Walter, this is four star.

- Broaden your horizons.
- It's very nice, Uncle Dwight.

- Joey would've loved it.
- Thank you. Yeah.

- Thank you.
- Really,
foie gras ravioli?

I mean, come on.
Uncle Joey is rolling

- in his freshly dug grave,
right now.
- Oh, Tina!

Am I wrong? Okay.

This isn't about
what Uncle Joey would like.

This isn't even about
what we would like.

It's about what makes Dwight
look like a big shot.

It's a nice place.
That's all. It's a gesture.

Big splash, right,

with the massive
spray of flowers

and your big fat busta.

Not for nothing, Unc, but...

you settled the tab with Mikey C
at Supreme Memorials?

We appreciate it,
but nobody asked you to do that.

Denise,
you didn't have to ask.

All right.
So he was just trying to help.

Right.
Because whenever I needed help,

first person I thought of,
was my dad.

A toast...

to Joe.

May he rest in peace.

And to...

wiping out the past...

and everybody
just enjoying

the here and now,
while we can.

Salut.

Salut.

- My deepest condolences, auntie.
I love you.
- Tina.

It's okay-- you guys
enjoy dinner, okay?

- I'll call you tomorrow.
Come on. Good night, uncle.
- Good night, sweetheart.

- So, what did you like
at Remington?
- Nothing.

Get that horse
cooled down, Richie.

Hey there. Heard you've been
moonlighting as a tough guy.

What?

Tussle at the festival?

Seminoles, Seniors and stoners.
Quite a gang you run with.

- You a fucking smartass?
- Easy, jefe!

Just a word to the wise.

- Goodie, come on.
Fucking go already, would you?
- Relax.

Quit your hemming and hawing.
We know you ain't got shit.

- Hey, what you don't know
could fill a book.
- Too bad he couldn't read it.

- I'll give youse all
a fucking schiaff'.
- Language.

- All right, go ahead.
- The General approaches.

Hey, Jerry.

- Nico, Goodie. Ladies, hi.
- Dwight.

- Dwight, how are you doing?
- Good. How are you doing, Nico?

- In town long?
- In and out, why?

Here we go. That's two.

Do I hear four?

- Got a tissue?
- Let me be of service.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Now, that's a gentleman.

- Oh, here we go.
- Come on, what are you
trying to do, show me up?

- I show you up by showing up.
- Oh, yeah, that's right.

- Hey, hey. Even in
the fucking hospital?
- Vince, come on.

- Talk to him.
- It's over.

- Vince.
- Let's go.

- Chickie, thank you.
- You know, you ought to be
a lifeguard, Nico.

All right. Go ahead. I'll take
more of your fucking money.

- Vince, sit down.
- You know, I learned the word
in the military.

Deference.

It means respect.

Military.

You talking
about Dickinson Academy?

- Yeah.
- It's a military school.

I was a ranked cadet.

A pair of epaulets doesn't
make you George Washington.

You know that, right?

I'm gonna talk
to your old man.

He's asleep.

And the next time I call,
you come right away.

You ought to get
a cocker spaniel,

they come every time.

Sir. Excuse me, sir.

I need to go
to that bathroom, right now.

- It's urgent. I need to go.
- Who's stopping you?

Ain't nobody stopping me,
where I'm supposed to go?

Officer, please,

I have to go right now,
for real.

- This your phone?
- Yeah, it's my phone.

- What's your password?
- Come on now--

Don't make me beg you, officer.

051944.

Bingo.
Show the man the head.

My pleasure.

So what do I owe
the pleasure?

Just wanted to hear
a friendly voice.

You wanna meet
for coffee or something?

I can't. I'm in New York.

You just booked it
outta here,

after your run in
at the music festival?

- I saw my daughter.
- How'd that go?

- It didn't.
She really wouldn't let me talk.
- I'm sorry.

I'd be lying
if I said I was surprised.

It's been 18 years.

Just keep trying.
She'll come around.

- You think so?
- The fuck do I know.

Oh, God.

Listen,
these nitrous guys,

there's more to them
than meets the eye, okay?

- Such as?
- Not over the phone.

Listen, uh--

I gotta take
this phone call.

I'll call you
when I get back, okay?

Yeah, safe travels.

Tyson.

Hello?
Tyson, are you there?

Bag him.

Mitchell.
Tyson Mitchell.

- That's me.
- It's check-out time.

- Enjoy your stay?
- Shit, man, weak as hell.

I'll make a note,

and next time,
we'll upgrade you

to less comfortable accommodations.

There will be
no next time, man.

- Where my car at?
- Impound on King Street.

And my phone too, man.
Quit playing with me.

It says here
you don't have no phone.

No money, either.

Whoa, I came here
with $1,200.

If I were you,
I'd write your congressman.

You've reached
the Manfredi residence.

Please leave a message.

Hey, Denise, it's Dwight.

It's really nice
hearing my brother's voice

on the machine.

There were some things
I wanted to say--

should have said--
at the church,

but I'd like
to say them now, so...

I wrote something down.

Here it goes.

"Little brother,
you were a giant.

A big man who did
the little things,

the things
that really matter.

The sympathetic ear.

The helping hand.

The heart of gold.

The voice of reason.

Steady as a rock...

you were always there.

Not only
for your family, but...

to do the job
you loved.

I'm not sure
why you loved it...

but you did.

Guys like Joe are a rare
and precious find.

Generous to a fault.

Going long,

where others fall short.

Made of mercy and malice.

Full of force and foibles.

They don't drop names,
they pick up the slack.

They don't raise
their voices,

they lower the temperature.

They don't hold grudges.

They unlock potential.

They don't show off...

they show up."

- Hey!
- Manny.

So, what the fuck
were you talking about

the other day?

You wanna pretend
like that wasn't you

- at Ogallala-land?
- No, it was me.

I'm just asking you,
like, what did you mean

by word to the wise?

Ever heard of Black Macadam?

No, what is that?
A band?

Not hardly.
Motorcycle gang.

One percenters.

My old man's sergeant at arms.

Yeah?
Kinda like leader of the pack?

Yeah.
Keep laughing.

They run
the nitrous game out here,

and they're not to be
fucked with.

Meaning what?

Meaning they'll kill anyone
that gets in their way.

Huh, you know,
it's funny,

I've actually met
people like that before.

Why don't you Google 'em,

and then let me know
how funny you think it is.

Tyson Mitchell,
tell me about him.

I barely know him.
I barely know him.

And yet your name

is in the frequent contacts
of his cell phone?

I do business with his boss,
Dwight Manfredi.

And he is?

The bane
of my fucking existence.

I take it that Senor Manfredi

is the older gentleman.

Yeah.

And what is the nature

of your business together?

I believe
the term is "extortion."

You extort people?

He's extorting me.

What do you have
that he wants?

What does everybody want?

Dosh.

Well, his mistake.

Senor Manfredi, I mean,

is trying to take mine.

I'd be happy
to relay that message to him.

And you will.

But not quite yet.

♪ Could be holding
you tonight ♪

♪ Could quit doing wrong,
start doing right ♪

♪ You don't care about
what I think ♪

♪ I think I'll just stay here
and drink ♪

♪ Hey, putting you down,
don't square no deal ♪

♪ Least you'll know
the way I feel ♪

Excuse me, ladies.

♪ Take all the money
in the bank ♪

Help you, fellas?

This mutt belong to you?

It depends.
He wearing a tag?

You're Mitch, right?

AKA Mitch the Stick?

Hate to break up
your little daisy chain,

but we need a word.

No, thanks.

You under the impression
that we're negotiating?

- Get the fuck out of my joint.
- Excuse me?

You want it
in fucking sign language?

I suggest
in the strongest of terms,

you take it down a notch.

And I suggest,
since this establishment

is situated
on Cherokee land,

where you have
absolutely no authority,

that you get your fat sorry
fucking cottage cheese asses

out of here.

- See you soon.
- Looking forward to it.

Fuck's going on?

Sorry, we're closed.

I could use some roses.

What are you doing here?

Just wanted to talk.

Look, Tina,
I know you hate me, okay?

I don't hate you, Dwight.

I feel bad for you.

You have to call me
by my first name?

It's either that,
or Mr. Manfredi.

"Dad" ship kinda left port
years ago.

Dwight it is.

And I will admit, Dwight,

there is something inside me.

Little flickering ember
of love for you.

But something
just tells me

to stomp it out
once and for all.

Hope you don't do that.

You're a bad bet.

How's that?

Because
you haven't learned anything.

Oh, you'd be surprised.

- I've learned a lot.
- Oh, really?

Mmm.

Then what in God's name
are you doing in Oklahoma?

It's a little late in the game
for me to find a new trade.

Let's just
end this now, Dwight.

I wanna get home
to my kids.

Can I see them, please?

Tina,
is there any way for us

just to--
to move past this?

We definitely
can't go back now, can we?

You know,
the day after Christmas

was always such a relief.

And that went
for every holiday,

every milestone.

You learn to dread
what should be happy times,

and your life
becomes topsy-turvy.

I don't wanna talk about this.
Let's talk about Uncle Joe.

- May he rest in peace.
- Yeah.

Would you have preferred
if it was me?

No.

But Uncle Joey...

he was parked
outside my senior prom

at the El Caribe.

Pounding Michelobs
for three hours

just to keep
an eye on my date.

Ma gave me her pearls.

And Aunt Joanne got
Anna B from the Style Inn

to do my hair
and makeup.

You...

left us nothing.

Nothing.

Burdens...

- obligations that wait.
- I know.

And when you went away,

Ma didn't have so much
as a checking account.

Nico "The Package" Bugliosi
was the only one

who'd come check in on us
from time to time.

- Do you remember The Package?
- Yeah.

I just saw him
at the hospital.

Well, let's just say
one Tuesday night,

while Ma was working a double

I learned the hard way
why he's called--

Why he's called what?

Nothing.

No, it's not. No.
Wait a minute.

I-- it's not nothing. Stop.

Called what?

-"The Package"? Is that--
- Forget it.

No, I'm not--
what are you trying to tell me?

I don't wanna talk
about it.

I don't even wanna
think about it, okay?

No, please.
I'm-- I'm begging you.

- No. No. Just--
- Tell me what happened.

He did nothing.
Just forget it. Okay?

- I can't forget it.
- No, please. Just--

Please, Tina.
Please, I'm begging.

- No.
- Just tell me.

I'm asking you.

Promise me
you won't do anything.

Thank you.

They finally got here.

- Hey.
- How you doing?

What a sight for sore eyes.

I'm, uh...

...hanging in there.

That's good.

Where's everybody?

Chickie, Nico...

They took off, to the club.

Mm.

How you doing?
You good?

Mm-hmm.
I'm very good.

I brought you this
from my brother's wake.

I'm sorry abut that happening.

I'm sure you would've been
there if you could.

You kidding me?

Of course.

I was thinking
the other day, Pete,

that when I was
in the joint,

I used to think
about the good old days

and friends, family.

Good times.

When you finally get out,
you look around...

you realize
the good old days...

were not really that good.

Yeah. It's an adjustment.

Sure.
It's an adjustment.

Because now I realize
what I missed.

Seeing my daughter
grow up...

become a woman...

get married.

And she did all that
without me protecting her.

And that kills me.

'Cause that's what
a good father does.

Protects the ones
they're responsible for.

The ones they love.

And then there's...

you.

You swore...

on the soul
of your mother,

you'd watch out
for my wife, my kid.

You swore that.

And then this Nico...

Did you know?

Know what?

What the fuck
are you talking about?

I'm not following you.

Did...

you...

fucking...

know?

You didn't.

Know what?

Know what?

Raging Bull...

Then he says, "I dunno whether
to fuck him or fight him!"

- Whose deal is it?
- Vince.

- I just fucking dealt.
- You just dealt?

Yo! What are you doing here?

Get the door.

My fucking daughter?

Dwight!

Come on!

Enough already! You're gonna
fucking kill him!

My daughter.

My fucking daughter.

Will kiss, just as before ♪

Where are you going?

♪ Happy we'll be
beyond the sea ♪

And never again-- ♪

I'll go sailing ♪

You clean it up.

I know he's your friend, pop,
but Jesus...

What do we do with Dwight?

Mr. Manfredi...

Sir, you're overplaying
your hand.

When I play my hand,
you won't see it coming.

That's your idea
of cooling things down?

Nobody said
I was a diplomat.

I'd like to ask you
a few questions

about a Dwight Manfredi.

Whatever you're doing
you gotta stop.