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So, Kansas City. When is payback time?

The guy went home in a
black fucking trash bag.

I think I sent a pretty brutal message.

Mr. Manfredi.

I'm gonna break in your jaw

if you don't stop interfering
in my fucking business.

Think you can come here,
get whatever you want,

but you can't.

Whatever's happening here,
take it someplace else.

Saved by the bell.

Sorry I'm late.

No talk of you-know-who.

Forget him.

I'm interested in your journey
'cause you're a mystery.

Can I help you gentlemen?

Dwight, these guys showed up,
they're trashing the equipment!

- Who sent you?
- Thresher.

Took you long enough.

I had a few things to do.

Don't let Chickie
catch you sitting there,

- that's his spot.
- It's Pete's. He killed him.

Maybe there's some coin that
could still be made out west.

Let me arrange a sit-down. Us,

Bevilaqua, Dwight.

When did you become peacemaker?

People change when situations change.

- Hey, Tina.
- Yep?

I'm not gonna be gone that long.

I'll be home before dinner.

Now, what exactly is
going on in Atlanta?

We're gonna try to work
out some misunderstandings.

So it's a sit-down.

How do you...

"Sit-down?"

Where did you hear that term?

Oh, well, it's not like she
didn't grow up in this family.

It's not like she heard
it around the house.

On another note,

I've been thinking about it,

and, uh, I'd like to get a gun.

Why?

Well, there's this liquor
store down by the strip mall,

and, uh, Aunt Joanne
and I want to rob it.

Comedian now, right?

For protection, Dad.

But we have security.

Well, most of the
time. Not every second.

Yeah, God forbid, I'm
home alone with the boys,

something happens.

Hmm.

This okay with you?

- Her having a gun?
- Yeah.

Well, you know, a frying pan's

not gonna cut it, Dwight.

I don't think she's that responsible.

- I don't know.
- Excuse me.

First of all, I'm-I'm at
the table with you, right?

- Mmm.
- And I'm a very responsible adult.

Do you really want to play this game,

of who's more responsible?

Have you ever shot a gun?

... 22 rifle in the Poconos.

That's not a gun.

That's a popgun.

That's like a cork.

That's like a paper
clip and a rubber band.

That's like a BB gun or something.

This goes against my instincts,

but I'll-I'll find you somebody's, okay?

Thank you, Daddy.

You're welcome.

What do you need, Armand?

Yeah, I'm not sure.

Something different.

You didn't like the
Pineapple Passionfruit?

You know what, it was fine.

It just made me a little...

- buzzy.
- Yeah.

Elderberry Enhanced Gummies.

They're like a glass of wine
after a 90-minute massage.

That sounds good.

Morning.

Where's Fred?

I-I guess he's running late.

Lock the doors until he gets here.

Fuck happened to you?

Oh, these?

Just a few of the many benefits of

being partners with Dwight Manfredi.

Dwight did that to you?

No.

Some Asian goons showed
up to the wind farm.

They attacked us.

Why? Because of that Kansas City thing?

I don't think so.

Seems like it had something
to do with that guy

who hosted the fundraiser
that we all went to.

All right, try it again.

Damn.

- Not today, not today.
- That anything?

Nah, it's-it's dead.

Dad, I-I thought you just
changed the alternator.

Yes, yes. This is the starter.

I can't get a new one till tomorrow.

It's not in stock.

The hell am I gonna do?

I got three jobs today.

Let me see if I can make a call.

Just-just hold on.

Let me-let me see if can... Hold on.

Yeah, what's up?

Hey, boss. Um,

my dad's van just broke down.

He got a couple plumbing jobs today.

I know you're in Atlanta.

I just wanted to see if it's cool

we can use the Navigator

to help him out, give him a hand?

Yeah, only on one condition, though.

If you guys decide to
pump out some septic tanks,

you'll pay to have the
Navigator fumigated.

I get it. That's fair
enough, that's fair enough.

- Oh, listen. Hey, Tyson.
- Yes, sir.

Stay alert.

Keep your head on a swivel.

Yes, sir. Of course.

I'm practically an owl, boss.

What's that mean, you got night vision?

Nah, they got, like,
14 bones in their neck,

- they can turn their head all the way...
- Thanks, Tyson.

You know, it's...

Try to drop that science on somebody,

they don't even want to hear it.

Now my life's complete.

All right, yo, we in
the presidential today.

We-we riding clean.

That right there. Hey, yes, sir.

All right, well, let's get the tools.

Let's get the tools.

You wanted to see me.

Eight guards,

seven of them completely
out of commission.

Yeah, they'll be fine
in a couple of days.

And meanwhile, what?

No guards.

Who watches over the trimmers?

We can bring in more guards, Jackie.

That's not the point.

The trimmers see the
guards beaten and bruised,

they sense weakness.

What kind of message does that send?

I think you're overreacting a bit.

Because you're costing us money!

Medical bills,

a work slow-down,

all because the trimmers
aren't supervised.

We're making a ton of
cash, business is great.

And this is our business.

Yeah.

Not whatever petty battles

you're fighting in your personal life.

I think perhaps you need to partake in

our product a little bit.

Relax, Jackie.

Damn, Dad,

this is some ghetto shit out here.

You forget I grew up
in this neighborhood?

This, uh, this North Tulsa?

Yeah. Moved here when I was three.

Wow.

That's crazy.

Look at you over there.

Man, I could get used to this.

- You like that, huh?
- Yeah.

It's got that seat
warmer over there, too.

What? No shit?

- True, yeah.
- Oh.

You-you keep on riding with me,

you gonna be out here styling for real.

Oh, oh, okay, big-time.

Keep on.

Uh, it's the house over here,

with-with the old car in the driveway.

Oh, damn. I feel that...

I feel that heat already, boy.

Like that.

- There it is, right there.
- I see.

TC!

Oh, what's this?

New truck?

Mine's broken.

This is, uh, Tyson's.

You remember him?

Now, do not tell me
this man is little Tyson.

Oh, man, you were
knee-high last I saw you.

And what the hell they feeding you?

Whatever on that table.

- Yes.
- Come on, man.

Yeah, TC's my first customer.

Yeah, just back when
I bought this house.

'Course, uh, Esther was alive then.

Right, right. So, what you got going on?

Well, I'll tell you what I don't got,

and that's hot water.

All right, well, let's take a look.

All right, y'all come on in here.

What you taking there? Vitamins?

Xanax.

For the anxiety.

What are you so worried about, bud?

Flying. I fucking hate it.

I mean, I see these
movies from the 1940s,

they way people used to travel by train.

They were dressed nice.

Looks like paradise.

Trains crash, too, you know.

Dutchman's Curve, Tennessee?

Two trains collided, top speed.

Shit, over a hundred people killed.

One man's head... well,

what was left of the fucking thing...

they found quarter mile down the way.

You probably didn't
need to hear all that.

- Morning, Dwight.
- Morning, guys.

Hey.

What's that?

A barf bag for your flight.

Not funny.

- You're a little funny.
- It's a little funny.

I mean, I got serious
issues with flying.

- Okay, fine.
- It is a little funny.

Bigfoot's in the car.
I'll be out in a minute.

You got it. I'll see you out there.

What's up?

I need a favor.

- Talk to me.
- Tina wants to learn

how to shoot a gun, but the
only thing she's ever shot

is a .22 in the Poconos,
which really doesn't count.

Well, that's probably a good thing.

Less bad habits to correct.

Well, I need something small,
manageable to start off with.

Like a .44 Magnum?

Yeah, like she's Dirty Harry.

She's not gonna shoot bear.

You got it?

- For the favor, huh?
- I'll take care of her.

- Good. Thanks.
- Yeah.

All right, TC, you let me
know if it acts up again.

Oh, I most certainly will.

Uh-huh. And thanks for this.

- And thank you.
- Take care.

- All right.
- All right, okay.

He pays you in food?

Well, this ain't just food, boy,

this is TC's famous chili.

Even still, you bust your ass for a hour

working on his water
heater for no money?

He's an old friend, all right?

And he hired my young ass
when no one else would.

At least got a couple hundred bucks

for a job like that or something.

Son, not everything has a price.

One thing I learned

From my old man: let the other
side do most of the talking.

Yeah, give 'em enough
rope to hang themself.

Exactly.

This fucking Dwight, though.
He's got a head like cement.

Hey, you keep hitting
cement long enough,

it'll start to crack.

Between us and Bevilaqua,
we get Dwight to cut a deal,

end the stalemate.

Nobody likes uncertainty.

The fuck?

Fucking watch.

Step to the side, sir.

Right here?

Extend your arms.

Think it's the belt.

Please pull up your pant leg, sir.

Fuck.

Forgot I had it.

Jesus Christ. What the fuck?

It was an accident.

Put your hands behind your back, sir.

Look, guys, it was an honest mistake.

Just take the gun. I got a carry permit.

I got an important meeting in Atlanta.

- You're being detained, sir.
- The fuck you talking about, detained?

- Come on.
- Go fuck yourself.

- Stop resisting.
- I'm not fucking resisting.

Just keep it moving.

Just take the fucking gun.

- Fucking asshole.
- Door.

Hey. Hey.

Earn a fucking merit badge.

What do you call these again?

Focaccia.

Oh, my God. Fuck.

- What are these infused with?
- Love.

Oh, my God. Will you marry me?

- Would you like another piece?
- Oh.

Twist my arm.

Mmm. What are we listening to?

Oh, King Pleasure.

King Pleasure?

- Someone you found on OnlyFans?
- No, Bodhi, this is real music.

Like they used to play on WBLS.

Terrestrial radio. From yesteryear.

Well, you know, some things are classic.

Like this focaccia.

Wait until you taste my struffoli.

Your what?

These fried dough balls
with sprinkles on them.

They're amazing.

Customers are devouring them.

What customers?

Mmm.

Oh, my God.

- Mm.
- Fuck, that's good.

Okay, you won us over
with your baked goods.

Do you have any experience
growing or cultivating?

Yeah, I do. Parsley, basil,
tomato, eggplant, gagootz.

Which would be great if we were

starting a farmers market, but...

Maybe you should.

You're not joking.

Look, the... profit margin

on even Belgian endive would
not keep the electricity on here.

But I do have some ideas
that I think will help, and...

why don't we just, you know...

... go into your office,

talk about it.

Do I have a choice?

So what do you want to do

about Thresher?

Let's focus on Bevilaqua
Here's the thing...

since the dinosaurs, these
guys have been like a boil

on the ass of New York and Chicago.

Even at their height, they
were a Mickey Mouse outfit.

- So, he overcompensates.
- It's an act, Goodie, it's an act.

"Affection through achievement."

What's that?

Basic gratification.

Where's the gate?

It's gate 12.

Southwest flight 2561.

Boarding group 3. Really shitty seats.

You ask me, they're all shitty.

What's your problem?

Dwight, I have a serious flying phobia.

Eh, it's common.

Well, be that as it may,
I'm still afraid to fly.

Flying's fine. What he's afraid of

is suddenly not flying and
being picked up with tweezers.

Fucking ball-breaker.

You guys ever hear of drop-shipping?

I think so.

Is that where you use an intermediary

to store your product and
then they ship it for you?

- Yeah, more or less.
- Okay, well,

I don't know, sounds like
a hassle. Lot of red tape.

No. Not if you know what you're doing.

You're leaving a fortune on the table.

We'd use the mails? I mean...

THC is still federally illegal.

Yeah, but CBD isn't.

We would base your drop-shipping
business on CBD products.

That would leave us in the clear.

We just have to stay
within state limits.

You've got the inventory.

We don't even need a
middleman, just a website.

I guess that could work.

How long would it take to set up?

I don't know, two or
three days for the website.

Maybe in a week.

Wouldn't hurt to give it a try.

I mean, this is something
I could run from home.

Well, that won't work.

Why not?

Who's gonna bring us our struffoli?

Been coming here since

I was a kid. It's actually where my pops

taught me how to shoot.

That's cute.

Yeah?

It's good you're
coming here, doing this.

Get you a little peace of mind.

That's what we're here for.

Shall we?

Well, the first rule
of guns is safety first.

Safety always.

Especially when you got kids.

I'll get you a lockbox and a
trigger guard just like this,

prevents the gun from firing.

All right. This I picked
out specifically for you.

It's the Glock 42
Subcompact ... 380 automatic.

It's lightweight.

It's got a six-round,
single stack magazine,

plus one in the chamber,
makes for seven shots.

- Okay.
- Loaded?

Yup.

Unloaded?

Yes?

Wrong.

This is critical. Look, just because

there's not a magazine in the gun

doesn't mean there's not a
bullet already in the chamber.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

- Louder than I expected.
- You see?

Yeah. Some warning.

I can't tell you how many
people have been killed

just because some idiot
incorrectly assumed

that a gun was empty.

Always assume the gun is
loaded and never point it

at anything you're
not intending to shoot.

All right, understand.

Eyewear.

Thank you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down.

You're gonna wrap your
three lower fingers

and the thumb around the handle.

Keep your index finger pointed
straight along the barrel

- and off the trigger until you're ready to shoot.
- Got it.

Slowly raise up.

Slowly and evenly pull
back on the trig...

Jesus.

- Did I hit it?
- No.

- Oh.
- But if that was an intruder

you would've scared the shit out of him.

Hey, that's what I was going
for. It's a warning shot.

Little flesh wound.

- Let's go again.
- Okay.

- There you go.
- Ah!

You just knocked that son of a
bitch right in between his eyes.

That's what I'm talking
about right there.

Armand. Eva, thank you.

Can I get either of you anything?

No need.

Hey, Cal, thanks for seeing me.

Sure. Please, take a seat.

You must have something
good for me, I trust.

No, not really. I was just...

actually, just hoping
maybe we could talk.

- Talk?
- Yeah, th-this thing at-at Dwight's wind farm,

up in Galena? Did you have
anything to do with that?

What thing? I'm-I'm not sure I
know what you're talking about.

That wasn't you?

Some kind of fight or something?

Bunch of Asian guys showed up.

I talked to Bodhi, he
works with Dwight, too,

he was pretty banged up.

I can't imagine I know what you mean.

Look, I'm not stupid, all right?

It's one thing for me to tell you stuff,

but when you use the
information for shit like that,

that's my ass on the line.

You do realize I've given
you almost $50,000 already.

I appreciate it. More
than appreciate it.

And after taxes, that's
more than you make in a year.

Do you think I did that out
of the goodness of my heart?

I mean, you said you
wanted to help me out.

What are you, a child?

Seriously, are you that fucking stupid?

Everything in life is transactional.

Did you really not know that?

Look, I don't want to do this anymore.

Do this? Do-do... do what?

Give you information. Tell you shit.

Dwight's too dangerous.

Huh. You think he's dangerous?

- Look...
- No, no, no, no, no,

no, no, no, no, no.

You look.

I own you.

I have people out there
that will literally

skin you alive as soon as
they'd just look at you.

People for whom life
has less than no value.

If you ever tell me what
you will or won't do again,

I'll have your tongue
ripped out of your throat

and sent to your children.

Am I clear?

Am I?

Yeah.

Don't ever show up here again.

Fuck off.

Where the fuck are these guys?

That airport's a clusterfuck.

Excuse me.

How can I help you?

- Do you make milkshakes?
- We do.

- You want one?
- No. Who drinks that shit?

Bring two. You never know.
People change their mind.

Gotcha.

He's here.

Sorry I'm late. Fucking Uber.

Where's Chickie?

- He's still at LaGuardia.
- Aw...

- He was detained.
- Why?

He had this pistol in his ankle holster.

He brought a gun to a sit-down?

No. No, no. He just forgot he had it.

It happens.

It happens if you're a moron.

See, on that we agree.

So, for the purposes of this meeting,

you can speak for Chickie?

Absolutely.

Okay, good. Let's get this going.

Would you like to hear our specials?

Oh, no, thank you.

Sure. What do you got?

I'm not here to eat. Know what I mean?

You're not curious
about the local cuisine?

You're interested, is that right?

Mm-hmm. What are the specialties?

Yeah, what are they?

Well, we have red beans and rice,

collard greens, southern oxtails,

hoppin' Johns, which is
black-eyed peas and rice,

- Mmm.
- candied yams,

pigs' feet and sweet potato pie.

Wow, how about that.
How about we get you

a plate of pigs' feet for the ride home?

House specialty, yeah?

Good memory.

I think we're good for now, sweetheart.

Okay.

- There you go.
- Thank you.

Let's get this started.

What's on your mind, General?

No, you go first.

It's like I said the last time we met:

Tulsa belongs to KC. You got
the history lesson, right?

- I did.
- Good. Yeah.

Point is you're doing
business on my turf,

and you don't want to even

entertain a reasonable offer. Nothing.

We been here, protecting, building,

fighting for what's
ours for fucking decades.

And then all of a sudden,
like a bad fucking magic trick,

you drop in out of the fucking sky.

You got no backing, you got no crew,

you got nothing.

And you actually trying to
take over my fucking territory?

No agreements?

And you don't want to give me anything?

I mean, let me ask you
guys a fucking question.

In what world

is that acceptable?

I want to know.

There's a flaw in your logic.

You assume that I automatically
agree that Tulsa's your turf.

Is there any part of Tulsa
that you have a piece of?

Say, garbage collecting,
construction, trucking? No.

You guys didn't even
know fucking Tulsa existed

until you found out I was here.

But you are there, Dwight.

Yeah, I am here, and I'm talking to him.

How about outside of Tulsa?

Do you have a piece of
that? Do you have a piece

of the city of Galena and our turbines?

Do you have a piece
of the Indian proceeds?

We don't fuck with the natives.

And that has no bearing on this problem.

You are an outsider. Period.

Tulsa's mine.

Is this something you really want

to fucking battle over, General?

Because you're gonna fucking lose.

Maybe yes, maybe no.

But I was sent here
against my will by his boss,

and I had to do what
I had to do to survive.

And I did survive. I'm still surviving.

But if you're owed a debt,

that's on New York.

It's your obligation.

No, come... That's bullshit. You owe.

If the envelopes stop, so
does your liability coverage.

Either way, I need some money.

I'm down a man, a good fucking man.

One that you took out, remember?

Oh, you mean that fucking cretin

that you wanted to whack me... that guy?

Is that how you picture this?

You broke his neck and
you stabbed his guts out

and you left him on my fucking driveway.

We went light on him, okay, pal?

I picture you coming into
my joint with an ultimatum,

and then you have this fucking
mook try to blow my brains out.

And for a brief moment,

I actually entertained the notion

of coming to your house,

setting it on fucking
fire with you in it.

But you know what? I didn't do it.

I said, "Let it pass."

And here we are,

talking like gentlemen. Imagine that.

I know that Kansas City deals

in regular rackets across the board.

Are you guys invested
in, say, growing weed?

Why do you want to know that?

I'm just curious. Are you involved

in cannabis farming, say, in Oklahoma?

Not anymore. It's a pain in my ass.

I left it to the China-billys.

So, you're out?

Or are you growing someplace else?

Missouri and parts of Texas.
Is this heading somewhere?

I'm just saying that I heard

that Texas is going through a
very bad drought, that's all.

And what are you, a
fucking weatherman now?

Not a weatherman, but I'm just saying

that for your business,

it must be slowing down without water.

Hey, don't worry about
the fucking water problem.

- Hold on.
- Worry about this problem.

Don't tell me to hold on.
Worry about this problem.

You're in the weed business.

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

- Yeah.
- Mm-hmm.

How about a week from never?

Is that too soon?

- Ah, perfect timing.
- Here you go.

Sure you don't want one?

That's okay, I'm an adult.

Don't know what you're missing here.

I left New York to the rats.

Four-legged and otherwise.

I don't owe you or Chickie
nothing, not a dollar.

You guys owe me. I spent 25 years

behind the wall for you guys.

And as for Kansas City,

we're neighbors, man.

We can't be at each other's throats.

So what I'm willing
to do is give you 15%

off the top, and you provide security

and distribution if needed.

15% off the top?

Hmm?

Maybe I can live with that.

And for the sake of
peace, I have another idea

that you might be interested in.

- What's that?
- Top-quality weed

at $600 a pound, specially for you.

Now I get it. You.

Yeah.

You've got fucking square
balls, I'll tell you that much.

And what about you...
the fuck you got to offer?

We've got gray market Ozempic.

Fake-zempic. His stuff makes you fatter.

Come on. That's fucking bullshit.

It's a big markup. People love it.

I'll even ship it to you
'cause you got to keep it cold.

It's my pleasure.

That's nice... "pleasure."

Fake shit?

They love it?

Wow, you know, I heard when Pete died

that you guys became lightweights,

but not to this fucking extent.

Five fifty on the weed.

Five ninety.

Bullshit. 560.

Five eighty or I'm on the jet.

You're bluffing.

Five seventy-five, 'cause you
know that's all it's worth.

Oh, you're a ball buster.

Five seventy-five, done
and done. Let's shake on it.

You're different. Give you that much.

Fuck you too, General.

And fuck you, Bill.

Hold on. What the
fuck does New York get?

The milkshakes.

Both of 'em.

Tell me more about this wind farm.

Aw, come on, it's just a personal beef

between me and Manfredi.

The son of a bitch
bought the place. His...

arrogance, his entitlement,

just stuck in my craw.

He wants to create power to grow weed.

There are hundreds of tiny growers.

Why would you care?

This my business, not yours.

Look, he's a thug.

An interloper.

Piece of New York trash
that just showed up

and thinks he can do
whatever the hell he wants.

So, solve the problem.

What does that mean?

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

You know, the gun belonged to my dad.

Fucking heirloom.

Maybe you'll get it back.

Fat fucking chance.

- Oh.
- There he is.

Where you been? I've been
trying you the last hour.

My battery's dead ringing you all day.

I was locked up. They kept
me there for six hours.

Jesus.

So, what happened? We reschedule?

Reschedule? What are you talking about?

I wasn't there.

That's what I'm fucking talking about.

No, we sat down.

They come all the way to Atlanta.

I don't care if they came from Africa.

How do you have a sit-down

without a decision-maker?

What am I? A coffee boy?

You're not a boss.

I never said I was.

I'm a fucking captain.

What was said?

We came to terms. Dwight
gives K.C. a deal on weed

and we kick in some Ozempic.

- And what do we get?
- How you mean?

What does Dwight give us?

Nothing.

What the fuck are you talking about?

He's in Tulsa 'cause we sent him there.

You mean to tell me you
went all the way to Atlanta

to put money in fucking
Bevilaqua's pocket?

We've been down this road with Dwight.

He pushes back every fucking time.

- What makes you think he's gonna start kicking up now?
- You know,

you're a stupid motherfucker.

You got the brains of
a fucking six-year-old.

Wasn't me took a gun
to the fucking airport.

Fucking jerkoff.

Whoa.

Hey, thanks for coming
by on such short notice.

Eh, it's not a problem.
All right? And remember,

it's called a garbage
disposal, not a dispose-all.

All right.

I am officially fried.

I don't know how you do this every day.

I do it every day without a helper.

You ever wanted me
to get into this work?

Yeah, listen, if it's not
for you, it's not for you.

Well, you think I'd be good at it?

Well, son,

figure you could do anything
you put your mind to.

Yeah.

How was Atlanta? Y'all sing "Kumbaya"?

No, we stuck a deal I could live with.

Good to hear.

That mean we're off red alert?

I wouldn't say that.

It's smart to keep your guard up.

- How'd Tina do?
- Good.

Great, actually.

- She's a regular Annie Oakley.
- Ah, well.

Anyway, thanks for that.

She's a beautiful woman. My pleasure.

Yeah, Tyson, what's up?

Hey, what's up, boss? How was the trip?*

It's okay. I'll fill you in later.

Listen, I got a-I got
a big one to ask you.

I want to buy the Navigator.

Yeah, why? Just because of Donnie?

That thing's used, he'll
give you a deal on a new one.

Even still, I can't afford that.

Look, the blue-blue book
on this is going for, like,

fif-fifty grand. I-I can do that.

I promise, I won't miss a beat.

Listen, it's important
that I pay for it myself.

I got my reasons.

Okay. Don't sound so serious about it.

Go for it.

Thank you.

So, we didn't get everything,
but no one ever does.

The whatchacall is good, the Ozempic.

There's the weed, too.

- What, you don't agree?
- Yeah.

We...

Discounted weed for Carl's life.

Gonna haunt me every
time I see his widow.

Shouldn't have caved.

Why did you?

I don't know.

What I do know is we got fucked.

Manfredi's got my lunch money.

You made a deal, though, right?

Fuck that.

What's that mean?

It means why don't you get off
your ass and start helping me?

That's what it means.

Take this to the table, babe?

Thank you. Got the sweet tea?

Yep, I got it.

What'd I tell you about that chili, huh?

- That thing busts.
- And with Mama's cornbread?

It tastes even better after
you have a hard day of work.

Ty went to work with you?

Yeah, he, uh, chauffeured
me in that Navigator.

Y'all got to see this thing.

I mean, sound system, GPS, heated seats.

Right? And the dashboard looks...

looks like something off of a spaceship.

- You love that car, huh, Pop?
- You know I do.

That's good, I'm glad you
do. Because it's yours now.

- Stop teasing your father.
- I'm not teasing, Ma.

- What are you talking about?
- I bought it, now it's yours.

What?

You heard me. It's yours.

H-How do you, uh...

how the hell you expect me to take that?

It's a gift, Dad. I paid for it.

With my own money.

Man, that car got to cost a fortune.

Not everything come with a price, Pop.

Oh, yeah.

As long as I can take
this thing to work,

that starter can take
as long as it wants to.

You enjoy yourself, now.

Oh, I will.

Look at you, all happy over there.

You see that?

Dad, no!

Dad! Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

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