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What is going on in Atlanta?

Gonna work out some misunderstandings.

- So it's a sit-down. - Where did you hear that term?

It's not like she didn't grow up in this family.

You're in the weed business.

The right thing to do is you cut us in for a taste.

How 'bout a week from never?

And as for Kansas City we're neighbors, man.

- 15% off the top. - Maybe I can live with that.

What the fuck does New York get?

The milkshakes. Both of 'em.

Manfredi thinks he can do whatever the hell he wants.

You don't defeat an enemy by using half measures.

Shouldn't have caved. Manfredi's got my lunch money.

- We made a deal, though, right? - Fuck that.

I don't want to do this anymore. Dwight's too dangerous.

I own you.

- What does Dwight give us? - Nothing.

You're a stupid motherfucker.

- That anything? - It's dead.

I'm gonna buy the Navigator.

Okay. Go for it.

Hey, Tyson, stay alert.

Keep your head on a swivel.

I bought it. Now it's yours.

Dad, no!

Dad!

Mama? Mama, I can get you a coffee or something.

- Hey. - How's he doing?

Still waiting on the doc.

Excuse me. I'm sorry about Mark.

He's a strong guy.

I'm sure he'll come back better than ever.

- Anybody need anything? - No.

Thank you.

- How is he, Doctor? - He's a very lucky man.

He's alive because he seems

to have only been halfway into the car

at the time of the explosion.

- So he's gonna be okay? - He will.

He'll need surgery on his right shoulder and leg,

and he also got some burns that'll need attention,

but other than that,

- he's out of danger. - Mm.

So how long he got to be up in here?

- A week, possibly less. - Can we see him?

Only briefly. He's sedated, so he really won't be able

to speak, but I'll send a nurse out

- to bring you back. - Okay.

- Okay? - All right.

I want him dead, and I want to do it myself.

Not now. We don't know anything.

What else do we have to know?

It was Bevilaqua. It was Bevilaqua!

Mama, I swear to God, I'm-I'm gonna handle this.

- I promise you. - Who the hell are you?

'Cause you ain't my son.

You're just a two-bit gangster just like them.

- Mama, it's not even like that. - It's exactly like that!

Now get out, all of you.

You want to see your father,

do it when I'm not around.

What do you have so far?

It's definitely an incendiary device.

Remote-controlled, looks defective.

Most likely went off too early.

Uh, we got a name off the VIN. You're gonna love it.

Car's registered to Dwight Manfredi.

The plumber's son's his driver.

So Dad here was just collateral damage?

Unless he's got a really pissed-off customer.

Tell me about the explosion.

I don't know. It just all happened so fast.

Like, right before my dad pushed a button,

there was this white car, this Prius.

- It was, like... sketchy. - Yup.

- What do you mean? - I don't know.

I saw it earlier in that day. It was like... it was like

it was watching us.

Right before the car exploded, it skirted off.

- Any security cameras? - Nah.

- Any neighbors see anything? - No. I don't know.

What difference does that even make?

It makes a big difference.

I need to know the exact address where you first saw the Prius.

Okay, fine, but what's the fucking plan?

We wait until we know something.

We wait?

We waited, and now this is the price.

My pops is nearly dead!

It was Bevilaqua. What the fuck? Are y'all serous right now?

- Easy. Easy. - No. This is my pops in there.

You told us he was gonna come for us, and he did.

Hey, you don't make this... personal. You get it?

If it's not personal, then what the fuck else is it?

- It's business, kid. - That's right. It's business.

They weren't trying to whack your old man.

They wanted to kill me.

- And me, too. - You, too.

Maybe it was Kansas City. I doubt it.

It could be New York.

But we don't a make a move

until we know what the fuck we're up against.

I didn't sign up for this.

What'd you sign up for?

To be you.

- How is he? - It's okay. He'll be all right.

Oh, thank God.

It's all over the news.

That could have been you in the car, or us.

Is this why you're pushing for homeschooling?

All right, all right. Just calm down.

- Who the hell's that?

It's probably nothing. Why don't you guys

go upstairs, lock the door, just as a precaution.

- Come on. - Go on. You'll be all right.

Lock the door.

- Who is it? - FBI. Open up.

I'm assuming you've heard about your car by now.

What about it?

Just curious if you might know who'd want you dead.

Like Vince Antonacci? Bill Bevilaqua?

- Don't know 'em. - The Atlanta office

has photos of the three of you having lunch together.

Three guys show up at the same place.

It could be a coincidence. What can I tell you?

Well, you think of something,

you give us a call.

Well, don't wait by the phone.

Showing your age, Dwight.

Nobody waits by the phone anymore.

I need a car.

Navigator not working out for you?

Why don't you

step into my office here?

Uh... Look,

as I'm sure you already know,

I'm in the process of transferring ownership

of this business to Mr. Manfredi.

Now, I can't just give you a car without--

Stop fucking with me, Donnie.

I don't got time for your shit.

Whoa, whoa, hey, now. Take it easy.

What'd you have in mind?

I don't give a shit. Just hurry the fuck up!

Well, I-I can put you in a Chevy Tahoe.

Yes, whatever the fuck you got. Let's go.

All right, that's what the fuck I got. Let's go.

All right. Here, let's do it.

All signs point to KC.

I mean, bombings have been their trademark in the past.

But that's also why I don't think it was them.

- Too obvious. - Mm.

You know, it could've been Bevilaqua's guy,

Vic... the fuck is his name? It doesn't matter.

But he wasn't too happy with the sit-down,

and he could've whispered in Bevilaqua's ear,

kind of squirreled the whole deal.

That's a possibility.

From a whisper to a car bomb?

Seems like a pretty big jump.

Well, New York is mad enough to do it.

And with Chickie, you can never tell.

He's a hothead, he'll have a hard-on

for you until the day he dies.

Maybe we should put that idea into the works.

Throw Vince in there, too, while we're at it.

- Yeah. - I have this theory.

I think Vince is too stupid to die.

- It's a theory.

You know, some guys...

bulletproof?

- Trying to be serious here. - I know.

What about your pal Thresher?

You said he worked with Bevilaqua.

Could be the two of them together.

I don't know, Mitch. I'm not feeling that.

But this does have all the moronic earmarks

of something Chickie might have dreamed up.

Why don't you get him on the phone?

Mm-hmm.

Sports book.

That's it?

Fucking Yankees killed us again this week.

This is bullshit.

Got to tell your guys to stop paying out so fast.

Hey. Vince.

Fuck you been?

Had to take the kid to the dentist.

- Getting his braces off soon.

Goodie.

What do you want?

Did you try to kill me?

General.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

A bomb. Did you try to blow me up?

Give me a little credit, Dwight.

I ever take a run at you,

I'll put two in the back of your fucking head.

Put Vince on the phone.

Why? I'm here. You talk to me.

No, Vince was there,

you weren't. Put him on the phone.

It's me.

Kansas City, Bevilaqua.

- What's the temperature? - Fuck should I know?

Why don't you drive over there

and stick a thermometer up your new buddy's ass?

Alls I know is whoever tried to kill you

wasn't us, unfortunately.

Better grow a new pair of eyes, Vince.

Fuck's that mean?

I don't like he talks to you directly.

Then you shouldn't have put me on the phone.

You shouldn't have been at the sit-down.

Yeah, you mentioned that.

So what does this mean?

We gotta start checking our cars for bombs now?

I wouldn't even know what to look for.

Wires, I-I guess.

Thanks, MacGyver. Very helpful.

You ever look under a hood?

There's wires everywhere, man.

Okay, everyone just take a breath.

They're after Dwight, not us.

Then how did Tyson's dad almost buy it?

I'm pretty sure that was unintentional.

That makes me feel a lot better.

So what do you think?

Should we shut down for a few days,

say it's, like, some kind of family emergency or something?

Fuck.

We just had our grand opening.

Yeah, really.

What kind of message would that send?

Not as bad as the messages being dead would send.

You want to stay home,

that's fine, go ahead.

I'm not gonna pay you.

If we do stay,

do we get hazard pay?

No.

How do we get there?

How do you get where?

Home.

I'm not gonna start my car.

Looks like my skateboard's not so stupid, is it?

Fred, go start Grace's car.

I'm the bomb squad now?

You're security, remember?

Yeah, that just seems a little bit above and beyond.

Look, I'll pay for your Uber.

Can I make him stop at the Greenery on the way?

- What? - I'm hungry.

I want a salad for when I get home.

Pull in.

You want me to go in with you?

Don't take this the wrong way,

but if someone who looked like you

knocked on the door,

would you answer?

- No.

There it is.

Number 9, Johnson, leads off

at first. Number 6...

Yeah? Can I, uh, can I help you?

Yeah, good afternoon.

My name is Mario Lanza.

I represent the Allied Insurance Company,

who represents Mark Mitchell.

- My plumber? - Exactly.

Now, he had a hit-and-run accident

right out front here, and I see you got one of these

doorbells that photographs everything.

And I was wondering if perhaps I could borrow that footage.

You have some, uh, ID or something?

Well, yeah, I got five of them.

Okay. Yeah.

- Why don't you come on in? - You got any iced tea?

Yeah, yeah, make yourself at home.

- I got you. - All right.

Let me pull it up here. One second.

- Mm-hmm. - Okay.

Good. There's Mark and Tyson.

- There's the Prius. - Yeah.

Can you pull something out of that?

It's a weird angle, but let me zoom in.

Um...

Oklahoma plate. First two letters AZ.

- That's all I can make out.

That's all I need. Thanks.

Now, when the light changes,

let's have you pull over up ahead

- and parallel park. - Okay.

What's this guy doing?

Oh, no. Oh, no.

Always nice to see you, Paul.

Mr. Manfredi, uh, I'm in the middle

of administering a test.

But this can't wait.

Young lady, uh, could you, like,

play with the hazard button for a while,

see how they work?

He'll be right back.

Step into my office, Paul.

- Wow, you're healing up nicely. - Thank you?

Listen, I need you to do a favor for me.

I need you to run a plate.

Mr. Manfredi, I-I can't do this anymore.

- I could lose my job. - I understand.

But actually, you'll be doing something good

for the city, and look.

Ten grand.

I need you to find a white Prius,

and the license number... Paul.

Look at me. Eyes up here.

Plate number AZ.

This is absolutely the last time?

Sure. Of course it is.

You can leave now.

Thank you, sweetheart, for your patience.

He's such a good teacher.

And, Paul... ciao.

Ciao.

No, not the Chinese C-H-O-W.

I'm talking "ciao."

Ciao.

I'm breaking your balls.

Take off. See you later.

I have no fucking idea what you're talking about.

So you're telling me

you got nothing to do with this?

If it was me, he'd be fucking dead, Chickie.

Well, irregardless, you're Dwight's number one suspect.

- Based on what? - Come on.

It ain't like KC doesn't have a history

with this type of shit.

What do you mean, car bombs? Come on.

It's ancient history. Before my time even.

Well, like I said,

that's not Dwight's take.

Come on, it's bullshit, man.

I made a deal with the guy.

I'm getting paid. Why would I go back on my word? It's stupid.

What's Vince's take on this?

Who gives a fuck what Vince thinks?

You're right.

Anyway, how do I know you didn't do this, Chickie,

and you're implicating me and my guys?

What the fuck are you saying here?

You got years of bad history with him, right?

You keep me the fuck out of this, you understand?

Nice. All right, cool him down and feed him.

The oaten hay. No alfalfa.

Fucking huh? Jesus Christ.

Goodie told me what happened.

I called Tyson to wish his dad well,

but he didn't pick up.

Eh, it's the thought that counts, Armand.

Hey.

Margaret's watching, so pretend we're talking about the horse.

Just look at the horse, nod, smile,

and answer my fucking questions.

Okay.

So, what about Thresher?

What about him?

Now, did you see him or any of his cronies

driving around in a fucking white Prius by any chance?

- A Prius? No, I don't think so. - Mm-hmm.

You guys talk about me?

Look, Dwight, I mean, it's no secret

he don't like you, but what are you asking me exactly?

Look at the fucking horse.

- There you go.

So what do you guys talk about?

I don't know, general stuff.

We make conversation. He asks a lot of questions

about his horses here. Just random shit.

Did you ever tell him about our turbines?

No.

No, why would I do that?

I mean, it's possible maybe I inadvertently mentioned it,

but, uh, I really don't remember.

Inadvertently?

How about I whack you so fucking hard

you inadvertently remember

what you're supposed to remember?

Dwight, please, I really... I don't recall.

What about the bombing?

Him? You think that...

I-I don't know. Honestly, Dwight,

I barely know the fucking guy.

I'm sorry, I'm just, I'm caught in the middle here.

There is no middle.

There's only one side, Armand.

There she is, queen of the ranch.

- You all right? - I'm good.

Yeah, unfortunately, Tyson's father got injured.

What caused it?

Something faulty caused it.

I don't have the specifics.

Uh-huh.

Faulty something?

Mm. That's not what they're reporting.

You're right about that.

I'm thinking that maybe we should cool things down

until things get cooler,

'cause I don't want to cause you any problems.

We ever gonna have a normal relationship?

Listen, I want that badly, I do.

But me and normal have rarely been in the same room together.

I'm half-waiting for Mickey Featherstone

- to walk through the door.

It's better that we meet here,

instead of some scungilli joint down on 18th Avenue.

- Salute. - Salute.

Salute.

So, how's Rosamund?

We stay in our separate corners.

She goes to St. John's twice a week.

I play golf at Maplewood, you know.

- You ever miss-- - What?

Looking over my shoulder?

That never stops.

You probably changed cars in Bayonne.

- Piscataway. - Oh!

Those fucking feds, they'd love to put me away.

Things are different now.

You guys still boosting packages from Amazon?

- It's not that bad. - Yeah.

It ain't getting any better, Vincenzo.

Dwight's doing big things.

Dwight could sell sunshine in Sedona.

Well, you're not far off.

What's my family doing?

Got a guy, thinks he inherits the top job.

Chickie.

Just went and fucking declared himself king.

Yeah, Pete would've wanted it that way.

You think so?

An incompetent hothead?

Guy sends Dwight to the sticks,

Pete himself to the great beyond.

So that's true?

He as much as admitted it.

Talk about getting fucked over.

Look at Benny Abramo.

Pete's underboss going back to the flood.

He walks away 'cause he didn't see a path.

He knew... he knew Chickie was being groomed.

Like a fucking Pekingese.

Hey, the top job, you know,

like an old gray mare, ain't what it used to be, boys.

Nah, it doesn't have to be, Ralphie.

It's just different now.

There's no more giant fucking smack refineries.

But now we get to piggyback the legal stuff.

The weed, the gaming, Big Pharma.

So...

you want to move Chickie out?

I could go to Dwight.

I can make a business arrangement.

I can make things right.

But not with Chickie out front.

You fellas and your families never had no beef with Dwight.

On the contrary.

So let me move Chickie aside

before the Invernizzi family's decommissioned.

Sold for fucking scraps.

Is that what you're asking for here, Vince?

Hey, we got to go to the bosses.

We got to get this sanctioned.

Of course.

You were smart to go this route.

By not taking matters into your own hands.

I thank you gentlemen for taking the time to hear me out.

- I didn't hear nothing. - Me neither.

- Nothing. - Enough said.

- Cent'anni. - Cent'anni.

Something you want to tell me?

Whatever you're thinking,

- I'd rethink it.

You want to lose your head?

Soon...

I'm gonna stop talking.

And that's when bad shit happens.

You sent your goons

to wreck my turbines.

Do you have a death wish?

Why do people like you

provoke people like me?

It really ends fucking badly, Thresher.

You made your point.

What about the bombing?

What bombing?

The bomb that was meant to kill me.

It hurt someone else.

That's bad.

I don't know what you're talking about.

You better pray you don't.

I'm gonna find that white Prius.

I got the plate number.

And when I do,

you better pray

that you

or these fuckheads you have working for you

weren't involved.

Because I'm gonna burn your world

to the fucking ground

with you in it.

We need to talk.

I'm busy.

Manfredi was just here

asking about a white Prius.

What did you tell him?

I lied. I told him we didn't have one.

I mean... do we?

I'm not even sure.

He says he has partial plates.

Look, does this Prius have anything to do

with a bombing and trying to take Manfredi out?

Do you know about this?

Hanjin.

Come to the meeting spot.

Need to talk?

Tyson.

I can't talk about nothing right now.

We're all tied together, bud.

So when I hear you saying shit about driving to Kansas City

to shoot someone,

you don't even think like that yet.

My mother hates me.

My family.

They think I'm responsible.

And they're right.

It wasn't your fault.

The fuck it wasn't!

Why did I give my dad that car?

Because it was a beautiful fucking gesture.

He's your father. How could you have known?

Should've been me! Should've been me!

Not him.

When are we gonna get our revenge?

Look, shut up, I'm gonna tell you something, all right?

And I want you to really think about this.

Not now, not when your emotions are raw.

I mean tomorrow when you wake up.

You are at a crossroads, my friend.

A real life fucking crossroads.

And this might be

your last chance to get out of this life.

I'm already in it! I'm in it!

I'm in it, man!

Some shit's been done that can't be undone.

All right, I have done bad things, all right?

And I have done

hard fucking time for it, so you listen to me.

You murder a motherfucker, there is no turning back.

You will never be the same.

Believe me, every night when you close your eyes,

you will see that guy's face.

So don't fucking do it!

Anybody can kill a man, sure as shit, but when you do,

a little piece of you dies, too.

Point is, we had nothing to do with it.

Not that that fucking matters.

What matters is, Manfredi thinks we did.

Strike first, strike hard, that's my fucking vote.

Your vote?

So you want trouble?

Maybe we could reach out.

Reason with him.

You know what "projecting" means?

It means you're putting out the wrong fucking premature ideas

about what's actually happening right now,

which is a big fucking nothing.

Could be New York for all we know.

Trying to set us up.

Possible.

What's the financial upside there, though, right?

I don't think they're players.

They hate the guy, that's for sure, but...

to whack him is personal, it's not profitable.

So what's the plan?

He's got the casino, right?

The weed store, all the rest of his shit?

I say we take him out.

Keep all his stuff.

Put the blame on New York.

I mean, why not?

Manfredi got no backup to speak of.

Exactly, we take out him and the fucking Black kid.

That's key, also.

It's his father got blown up.

He's got to be looking for blood.

What, are you fucking psychic now?

Is that what you all are?

I keep telling you, this guy is fucking different.

He's a killer for sure, but...

he's a major fucking earner and he's only gonna grow.

Doesn't makes sense to kill this guy now.

Huh, why?

Why?

Not now.

Maybe down the road a little bit, maybe later,

but not now.

Place your bets, please.

Place your bets.

Jesus, I can't believe I called you already.

Well, well, I like it.

You like

- that I'm weak? - That's not weak.

I think it's flattering.

Flattering.

I tell you that we need to cool it,

we need to stay away from each other for a while,

and here we are.

That's pretty weak in my book.

You want to make

- this crazy relationship work? - Okay.

I want to know what you're thinking.

What you're going through.

You know, Margaret, all my life,

I take and I take, I take and I take.

And you know what I give back?

Ugatz.

Not good.

You gave 25 years of your life.

- Mm. - Or are you just

- feeling sorry for yourself? - No.

I'm mad at myself.

You spend all this time

trying to build something.

And not just me.

Any guy.

He spends his whole life,

his best years trying to get something.

And the price you pay:

the people that need you the most...

are left behind.

They get nothing.

And when the time comes for you to check out...

...you don't matter to anybody.

We all got regrets, we've made mistakes.

Well, I, I made a lot.

A lot.

I have a corner on regrets.

And I keep wondering,

why are you with me?

I mean, I'm glad you are.

But it's not safe, Margaret.

Are you fishing for a compliment?

Maybe.

- A little one. - Okay.

Here's the deal.

Tough times don't last,

but tough people do.

- Hmm. - That's you and me.

We've had to be, or else people walk all over us.

Way too many times, but that is not gonna happen again.

And if you want to build a future,

you got to know what you want.

I want you.

You have terrible taste in men.

- Tell me about it.

Listen, I know about Thresher and his...

low-life Kansas City playmates.

Yeah, you got a dark side.

So do I.

That doesn't mean that we can't--

Sorry.

Hello.

Mr. Manfredi, uh, it's Paul Cheevers.

The vehicle you inquired about

is registered to a business called AGV Imports,

375 Front Street in Guthrie.

Okay. Thanks.

- Everything okay?

Yeah.

More gangster business?

Sorta.

Margaret, you're not a little afraid of this?

Scared a little bit?

Mm, a little.

It's kind of a turn-on.

Turn-on.

I got an idea.

Why don't we go back to my place for a little private time?

And I know you're really busy,

so don't feel obligated to spend the night.

Okay.

Check, please.

Nurse said you can still hear me.

I don't know if that's true or not.

I guess it don't matter.

I know you're not happy with the choices that I've made.

Being truthful now, I ain't so sure myself.

But if I turn back now, Pop...

...what was it all for?

I'm a punk.

I'm-I'm-I'm a wannabe.

A little bitch with his tail tucked between his legs

soon as shit hit the fan.

If I let this go...

...how will I ever be able to look you in your eye again?

You're my father.

I love you.

And look what they did to you.

I'd give anything to trade places with you right now.

That can't happen.

And I know if I was in the bed,

you would be thinking the same thing I am.

I love you, Dad.

Forgive me.

What the fuck?

Did you...?

Manfredi. I told you.

You don't fuck around with a snake.

You cut its head off and throw it away.

Enough of that fortune cookie shit.

What happened?

The explosive went off too early.

They both should have been gone.

And what happens when Manfredi finds out about this?

'Cause he sure as shit will.

Not going to happen.

Of course it is!

This is gonna get so fucking ugly.

What were you thinking?

Manfredi is nothing,

he meant nothing in the big picture.

You were the one who kept pushing him.

Now we get rid of the car,

crush it into a cube.

I'll handle it.

- Really?

What about your friend Hanjin?

What if Manfredi talks to him?

What the fuck?!

That won't happen.

It's Tyson. Leave a message.

- Tyson, it's Dad.

I know you were just here.

Where are you?

Call me back.

Yeah.

Hello.

It's Mark.

Hey, Mark. How you doing?

Okay. Is-is Tyson with you?

No. I thought he was supposed to be home.

He was here before, but I'm-I'm worried,

and he was talking some crazy shit.

Will you find him?

All right, yeah. I'll get back to you.

Fuck.

Yeah?

- Where the fuck are you? - That don't matter.

I want you to come to my house now.

It's not happening.

Tyson, listen, I found the address

of the guy that has the white Prius.

- Is that right? - Tyson...

whatever you're thinking about doing,

don't fucking do it.

Don't fucking do it.

Tyson?

- Tyson!