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MAN: (SINGING) MTV

STACY: Dwight Manfredi.

I got a rap sheet in front of me.
Goes back to before The Beatles.

He bought me a drink.
Nothing happened.

I'm an ATF agent.

Your picture came
through my office.

Where to, boss?

MARK: You should be in college.

Dude a businessman.
I can learn a lot from.

DWIGHT: We'll be making money

and the Feds won't
be able to touch it.

MAN: Just need to see some ID.

This expired in 1998.

That's the learner's permit.

DWIGHT: There's
other weed farms.

You got to do better
on the price, Jimmy.

Twelve hundred for the
first ten units, and then 750,

and after that... The offer expires
when I swallow this cracker.

You drive a hard bargain.

The thing with Vince.

You gotta make this right.

A hundred grand would do it.

What does your family
think about you being here?

- Your daughter.
- Tina.

(PHONE DISCONNECTING)

MAN: (ON PHONE)
It's him. It's lke.

Here's here to kill me.

I'm looking for a friend.

I believe he's
staying at your hotel.

Oh, Mr. Manse.
From New York, right?

ARMAND: That's him.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(DOGS BARKING)

(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

POLICE OFFICER: (ON
RADIO) We have an officer shot.

Condition currently stable.

Ambulance en route
to Tulsa General.

Suspect is barricaded.
Perimeter is secure.

(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)

POLICE OFFICER
2: Copy that. 10-4.

HENDRICKS: Mr. Dumont,

I'm giving you the opportunity
to surrender peacefully.

If you comply, I guarantee
you will not be harmed.

(YELLS) Get off
my fucking property!

This is not your
property, Mr. Dumont.

DUMONT: Fuck you!

(MOTORBIKE ENGINE RUMBLING)

Cue the cavalry.

(DOGS BARKING)

(WHIMPERING)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

- Easy, Dumont!
- Caol!

That you?

Can you talk to him?

Sounds to me like his
position is pretty clear.

What the fuck are you doing
here if you're not going to help?

Uh, witness.

Get him the fuck out of here.

They left you no choice Dumont.

(DOGS WHIMPER AND BARK)

(HELICOPTER HOVERING)

(YELLS) I'm letting my dogs out.

Don't hurt 'em.

They're good boys.

- (DOGS BARKING)
- (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(EXPLOSION ROARING)

(MOTORBIKE ENGINE REVS)

(MOTORBIKE ENGINE REVS)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(TRAVELIN' KIND BY ASHLAND
CRAFT PLAYING ON SPEAKER)

WOMAN: (SINGING) One out
the window and one on the wheel

Open interstate And
sky full of blue skies

Just somethin' ‘bout The
way that freedom feels

(HORSE NEIGHS)

White picket fence,
water tank town...

- (GENTLE WESTERN MUSIC)
(HOOVES CLATTERING)

- That's old Pilot.
- Yeah, I've seen him around.

WAITRESS: Lives
about a mile from here.

They just let him
walk around like that?

WAITRESS: That's all him.

You know, not all horses
are a fan of the pasture.

Tell me about it.

- (HOOFBEATS CLOPPING)
(HORSE NEIGHS)

(EXPRESSWAY BY THE
SOUL SURVIVORS PLAYING)

TYSON: You really
like this old stuff, huh?

DWIGHT: Love it.

Make that next left over there,
don't forget your hand signal either.

Nobody does that anymore.

Not unless they want
to pass the road test.

I was thinkin' ‘bout A
shortcut I could take

But it seems like
I made a mistake

TYSON: You want me to drive?

- I got it.
- You sure? I don't mind driving.

Oh, you shouldn't
mind. I pay you enough.

- About that, uh...
- (CHUCKLES) Hey.

I know you don't have the balls to
be asking me for a raise this soon.

All right, well, let
me ask you this.

Where you see me
in the next five years?

The expressway
is not the best way

At five o'clock it's
much too crowded

(MUSIC STOPS)

- Where do I...
- See me?

Yeah. Five years.

You realize I'm
a criminal, right?

I got Google, man.
I know all about you.

Where do you see
you in five years?

Will I get a position of power
or something, like a... a capo?

- You can't be a capo.
- Why? 'Cause I'm not Italian?

Yes... that and beyond that.

"Beyond that." What? What? Why?

Listen kid.

Uh... (CHUCKLES) All right.

You're not a boy scout,

but you're not a bad guy either.

You know what I'm saying?

Hmm?

Come on, you drive.

You're a better driver anyway.

(MVP BY WIZ KHALIFA PLAYING)

MAN: (SINGING) Guess who's
back In the motherfucking house

With a big fat joint

Girls get close Rub
me in like ointment

So many chicks Gotta
make an appointment

So many dips All her
friends wanna join in

Life ain't boring Broke
up with her boyfriend

What's this, a
cut-rate Woodstock?

- What's Woodstock?
"What's Woodstock?" Jesus.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Live rent free In my
mind that's storage

Whole lotta tree
It look like a forest

You don't wanna fuck You
know right where the door is

- GIRL: Gross.
- No different from baloney.

I wouldn't eat that either.

Pull up in a truck, All
white that's a fortune

Player of the Year,
That's right I'm awarded

MVP, baby, that be me

Some might pay,
but I get mines free

(MAN INHALES SHARPLY)

I run G-A-M-E

(IN DEEP, DISTORTED VOICE)
Billy! They got nitrous, dude!

- WOMAN: Really hot. Oh!
- (ALL EXCLAIMING)

- Man down.
- Word.

I'mma run over here, get a beer.

I'll be back.

Nothing from him, no can do

You can't get
nothing no, no can do

- Can I get two? Two beers?
- Two? You got it.

- You made it.
- Yeah, I got you some Barolo.

- Barolo?
- Mmm-hmm.

Thanks. You didn't
have to do that.

I can see that now.

- You remember Grace?
- I do. How you doing Grace?

No offense, but I get
triggered pretty easily.

What's "triggered?"

(SIGHS) Triggered. The other day
when you hit Fred with the water bottle.

Sorry, I'll be more careful.

(RAP MUSIC PLAYING)

- A little fragile.
- Huh.

Did you see? The Feds raided
that dispensary at Stillwater?

You're lucky I came around.

- Yeah, my Dwight Knight.
- Yeah? Wise guy.

- (MAN CHUCKLING)
- What's his story?

Oh, shit. Hey, Clint!

Will you take him to Hillcrest?

- What's in that balloon?
- N20.

- Nitrous oxide.
- Five bucks a pop for laughing gas?

They sell it for ten
at Ogallala-Land.

What was it? La... What land?

Ogallala-Land.
It's a music festival.

And who are they?

They are, um... different.

Hmm.

They're not really a
part of the community.

(RAP MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

- Hey.
- What's going on?

- (BOTTLES CLINK)
DWIGHT: Thank you.

Let me ask you something.

How many balloons do you think
you get out of one of them tanks?

Three hundred and fifty. Why?

Nothing. I like numbers.

(BOTTLES CLINK)

DWIGHT: What do you
know about nitrous oxide?

Party drug.

DWIGHT: I was
talking to this kid.

He says one of those tanks

makes about 350
balloons at 10 bucks a pop.

He also said there's this
concert coming to town,

something with a crazy name.

- Ogallala-Land Festival.
- DWIGHT: Right.

Now, let's just say
you got ten tanks there,

three nights, $10 a pop.

- It's a little over 100 grand.
- That's right.

(MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING)

So, how do I figure in all this?

Technically, this is
a restaurant, right?

That's debatable,
but yeah, technically.

So you can buy nitrous in bulk.

Like, if you had a sudden
need for a ton of whipped cream.

(MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING)

Come to think
of it, I just might.

It's a big day today. How
you feeling? How you feeling?

You kidding? When
I get my license,

I'll be able to take
pretty Peggy Sue

- to the drive-in.
- (TYSON LAUGHING)

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

What's on your mind?

Okay, I know you think
it's some type of joke

or something, but
you seen Goodfellas?

Ray Liotta, he was
only half Italian,

but he was still in
the thick of that shit.

(CAR HORN HONKING)

So, he was, like, a high
level associate, right?

I can be like
that in five years.

You realize Henry Hill,
Ray Liotta's character,

came that close to getting
whacked? Him and his family.

Okay, well, I wouldn't
do that dumb shit,

you know, I'd be smart about it.

Wanna be smart? Go to college.

I already done tried
that and it's not for me.

Schedules, your curriculum,
grades and all of that.

- That's the whole point.
- What is?

Do you think anyone really gives
a shit about what your major is?

English literature,
biology, whatever.

The whole point
of a college degree

is to show a potential employer

that you showed up
someplace four years in a row,

completed a series of tasks
reasonably well, and on time.

So if he hires you, there's
a semi-decent chance

that you'll show up there every
day and not fuck his business up.

That's what you
think college is about?

That, drinking beer
and getting laid.

(PEOPLE MURMURING)

(CHUCKLES) Yeah,
these guys never change.

- PAUL: Morning.
- Morning.

- I'm Paul Cheevers.
- Mmm-hmm.

I'll be administering
your test, Mr. Manfredi.

No, call me Dwight.

- Okay, Dwight.
- Okay, Paul.

Well, if you're ready...

Let's have you pull
out and make a left.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Fuck. Goddamnit.

(DWIGHT SIGHS)

- Been a while.
- PAUL.: So just pull out and make a left.

That's where we're going to
start off, just making a left. Okay.

So, you a new driver?

Nah, you kidding? I've
been driving my whole life,

I just relocated from New York

and they said I had
to take a test again.

I went to New York
once in the '80s.

The heyday.

Parents and I got mugged
by a guy with a samurai sword.

- It's not for everybody.
- Let's have you make a right.

After this light, let's have you
pull over and make a K turn.

Okey-doke.

- So, Paul, how am I doing?
- Excellent. It's obvious that you're

an experienced driver.
Some of these kids...

- Down!
- (GUNSHOTS)

PAUL: Oh, God! Oh, God.

- I'm hit! Oh, God!
- Stay down!

(TIRES SQUEAL)

(WAR BY IDLES PLAYING)

(TIRES SQUEALING)

Oh, God! (GASPS) Oh, God! Oh...

PAUL: What are
you doing? Pull over!

MAN: (SINGING) Wa-ching!

That's the sound
of the sword goin' in

PAUL: Stop! You're going
to get us killed! Please!

Clack-clack, Clack-a-clang clang

(CAR HORN HONKING)

That's the sound Of
the gun goin' bang-bang

Tukka-tuk, tuk, tuk, tuk-tukka

That's the sound Of
the drone button pusher

(TIRES SCREECHING)

PAUL: Oh, God!
What are you doing?

I need a hospital!
Get me to a hospital!

- l need a hos...
- Paul! Shut the fuck up.

Ah, ah, ah, ah ah, ah, ah, ah

(CAR HORNS HONKING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Jesus, Mary and Joseph!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

- I think I'm dying.
- You're not dying.

If you were dying
you'd already be dead.

- What are you doing?
- I got a partial plate.

- Oh, come here.
- Stop! You're gonna infect it!

9, F.

(SIRENS BLARING)

(BRAKE SQUEALING)

- Listen.
- (SIREN STOPS)

- You didn't see anything Paul.
- (CAR DOOR OPENS)

Nothing. Okay?

OFFICER: Everybody okay?

DWIGHT: Afternoon, officer.

BURKE: So you're at the light
taking your driver's test, and then...

Someone comes out of nowhere

and starts shooting
at us from another car.

Unprovoked. Just,
boom, boom, boom?

Like I said 26 times before.

And this other car, no
make, model or color?

It happened so fast.
Do you have a Coke?

In a minute.

You know, we ran your
name through the system.

Then you know I'm a Leo.

You've got a lot of
priors, Mr. Manfredi.

Priors is the key
word. I did my time.

You're no lightweight,
that's for sure.

So, am I being charged
with almost getting shot?

'Cause I don't think that's
a crime, even in Oklahoma.

Once your statement's
complete, we'll release you.

"Release?"

- I'm being held?
- BURKE: Not necessarily.

We just want to hear
your version of things.

Like, who it is
might want you dead.

Honestly...

I think whoever did this had
it out for the driving instructor.

I got a feeling he
failed a lot of people.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(DOOR OPENS)

Hey.

What are you doing here?

Officer Burke filled
me in. You okay?

I passed my driving
test, there is that.

Congratulations.

Seriously, what
are you doing here?

Came over the radio,
there was a shooting,

they mentioned your name.

You know you're
free to go, right?

MULRONEY: What
the fuck's going on?

Why is the ATF butting in?

He's part of a
bigger investigation,

- that's all I can say.
- Can or will?

It's in between.

You know, you didn't
have to buy me dinner.

Or is this to make up for the
brevity of our last encounter?

Got a pretty good appetite for
someone who was just shot at.

If I stopped eating every
time someone tried to hurt me,

I'd be a skeleton.

You got any ideas?

Who tried to hurt you?

What are you doing in
cow paddy Oklahoma?

Stopping bad guys from
blowing up our country.

You were involved with
that explosion yesterday,

- the guy with the bombs?
- Mmm-hmm.

- Tough day at the office?
- Beats selling insurance.

Seems like both of us sought out
careers with their share of tough days.

Why do you think that is?

Because we're
both fucking crazy.

(LAUGHING) Oh, man.

Finally, someone addresses
the elephant in the room.

So you left New
York to come here?

I popped around a
few places before.

I was in customs before 9/11,
got recruited, switched to ATF.

So you transferred to Tulsa?

No, I was asked to leave.

- Asked?
- Ordered.

So I packed up myself and my plants
and my now ex-husband Edward and...

I basically lost my shit.

And apparently, Tulsa is one of
the ATF's many versions of Siberia.

Come on now. 9/11?

It's not like everybody
didn't lose their shit a little bit.

It wasn't 9/11,
actually. It was later.

9/11...

I was a rockstar.

Police Meritorious
Service Medal.

Police Distinguished
Service Medal.

They loved me.

- And then Sully happened.
- DWIGHT: Sully?

The guy who landed the
plane in the Hudson River?

I was doing a 4 to
12. Headed into work.

I was on 12th Ave
and I saw this plane...

it was flying so
low and I thought...

"What else could it
be? Here we go again."

- I freaked out.
- It's understandable.

STACY: Not in my line of work.

What happens in your work...

If someone loses their shit
and puts their... associate,

someone who counts
on them at risk?

Probably wouldn't
turn out so well.

Do you remember the
last time we were together?

You said...

you couldn't help
me if I got jammed up.

What can I say? I
guess I'm shitty at my job.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

This cannot and will not...

- happen again, okay?
- Okay.

- Stop smiling.
- (CHUCKLES)

- No.
- You need some help with that shoe?

No, I've got it. Thank you.

I helped you get it off.

Thank you for dinner.

Stacy.

Let me know if you find
out who tried to shoot me.

(PHONE LINE RINGING)

CHICKIE: (ON PHONE)
What do I owe the pleasure?

DWIGHT: I think the
pleasure might be one-sided.

- CHICKIE: What do you mean?
- Somebody tried to kill me yesterday.

Whoa, what? Get the
fuck out. What happened?

DWIGHT: Stopped at a light.

- Guy started shooting.
- Who was it?

I was hoping you could tell me.

How the fuck should I know?

I'm going to ask you this one
time and you be straight with me.

Is this Vince's hand?

Hey, I mediated a fair
outcome with all parties.

The issue is dead.

DWIGHT: So you're
telling me there's no chance

of this punk going rogue on
account of me breaking his jaw

because of his
big fucking mouth?

What's he fucking saying?

You know, you got some
fucking balls, you know that?

Do I? Let someone try to
take you out at a stoplight

and we'll hear
your list of suspects.

CHICKIE: What are you inferring?

That I'm weak, that I can't
control my own fucking crew?

I told Vince it's
over. It's fucking over.

Fuck your bruised ego, Chickie,

I got shot at by some
ball-less sack of shit

- in a ski mask.
- CHICKIE: Okay.

I get it, all right?

And I gave you my answer.

But by the way,

your lifelong friendship
with my father aside

just as a pure, fucking
business decision,

I got to be out of my
mind to take you out.

You're a great earner.

Of course. What was I thinking?

Now let me ask you, you
make any enemies out there

fucking some cowboy's
wife or something?

Don't insult me.

Well, you figure it out.
Okay? You let me know.

But you all right, though?
I mean, otherwise.

Yeah, I'm blessed.

You with the nine fucking lives.

DWIGHT: I'm glad
somebody is counting.

Give your father a kiss for me.

Yeah.

(SIGHS)

(TELEPHONE RINGING
IN BACKGROUND)

Stop.

That's Caolan Waltrip.

He's the head of Black Macadam,
a one percenter motorcycle gang.

He showed up during the
standoff at the house the other day.

For some reason, he and his crew

are suddenly arming
themselves to the teeth.

Assault with a deadly weapon,
attempted murder, attempted larceny,

attempted murder.

He did six years in Attica.
Major armed robberies.

Got released and picked
up where he left off.

Ooh, that is Edgar Dumont.
Former cellmate of Walltrip's.

He's the lunatic
who blew himself up.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

Robbie Trucotte and Carson Pike.

STACY: Yeah, nobody
gets within 20 feet of Waltrip

without going
through Pike first.

Who's this wacko?

STACY: That is Rochelle
"Roxy" Harrington.

She's actually a munitions expert.
Did three tours in Afghanistan.

She's got Waltrip's ear.

Kinda thin file for someone
moving that far up the food chain,

She probably hit
the glass ceiling.

Well, now that Dumont's out, I
think we focus on these three guys.

(INDISTINCT CHEERING ON TV)

(DOOR OPENS)

- Hello, Paul.
- PAUL: Mr. Manfredi.

- This is unexpected.
- Hey, it's the least I can do.

Look at all these goodies.

(CHUCKLES)

- Okay if I use this?
- l guess.

Thank you. Not necessary,
but very much appreciated.

Don't mention it.

So, the police, do
they know who did it?

They're coming up short.

They're understaffed.

I was thinking maybe
you could help out.

- Me?
- You, Paul. You.

Oh.

Got something for
you. Get well card.

Open it.

- What is this?
- Looks like 10 grand to me.

- Ten thousand dollars?
- Shh!

This is the least I can do

to compensate for
your pain and suffering.

I don't know, this seems wrong.

It only seems wrong

because you feel
like you didn't earn it,

so here's what
we're going to do.

It was a blue Chevy Caprice.

These are the first four
numbers on the plate.

I want you to call your
buddies down at the DMV

and see what they come up with.

Shouldn't the police...

I'm proud of you, Paul.

(MAN SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY ON TV)

It's a rerun.

Feel better.

(TRAIN BELL RINGING)

(CAR DOOR CLOSING)

What's that, chocolate chip?

- What's this?
- Your severance.

You see the bullet
holes in that car?

The missing windows where
your head could have been?

Yeah, I seen it.

Well, I'm not here
to get you killed.

It's bad enough that thing was
parked in front of your house all night.

God forbid your mother,
your sister, somebody walks by

- and gets mistaken for me.
- Look, I hear you, okay?

I'm just saying that I'm
willing to pay my dues.

- What dues?
- Look, I know you think

I'm some punk-ass
bitch, but I'm not,

I'm willing to put the work in,

- just give me a chance.
- Listen, kid.

I'm not a kid. I'm
25 years old. I get it.

- (PEOPLE MURMURING)
(OBJECTS CLANKING)

This is your choice.

Fine.

Now, what do you need?

First of all, I want a new car.

So go see that guy
at the dealership.

Done.

And not a Navigator,
and not black...

- Oh, I get it. (CHUCKLES)
- And I want it for free.

- For free? What you mean?
- That one's a lemon.

It's got bullet
holes all over it.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

(INTRIGUING MUSIC PLAYING)

(DOG WHIMPERS)

(DOG WHIMPERING)

(STACY WHISTLES)

(PANTING)

(CAR ENGINE TURNS OVER)

- (VOICEMAIL BEEPS) PAUL:
(ON PHONE) Mr. Manfredi

this is Paul Cheevers from
the Tulsa DMV. The, um,

object you're looking for
was dumped and tagged

by Tulsa Sanitation
at an abandoned lot

near Oak and Orlando.

No need to call back... Ever.

Okay, OG got on them Isotoners.

I see you.

(DOOR CREAKING)

Fire needs oxygen to burn.
This idiot kept the windows closed.

- DMSQO?
- DMSO.

It's a liniment used to
reduce inflammation in horses.

It's highly flammable.

- What's that? Look like "FR" to you?
- That's FR.

- (TRAIN HORN BLOWS)
DWIGHT: Type in "FR" and "horses."

Place about five
miles from here.

Fennario Ranch.

Right there.

So you want to go?

(TRAIN HORN BLOWS)

I'm gonna do this alone.

(TENSE WESTERN MUSIC PLAYING)

- Your boss around?
- Uh, check the stables out back.

(HORSE NEIGHS)

MAN: I got him.

DWIGHT: Excuse me.

Mrs. Fennario?

Miss Devereaux.

Fennario's just the
name of the ranch.

Oh. See, that's me
thinking you're a paisan.

Well, I like Italian
food. Does that count?

- Of course it does.
- How can I help you, Mister...

DWIGHT: Marconi. I'm
a private investigator.

A client's car was
stolen and set on fire,

and I found this
in the back seat.

(HORSE WHINNIES)

Ah, these things are
a waste of money.

Get stolen as soon as I buy 'em.

Also found a can of DMSO.

Okay, so?

Do you think anybody working here is
capable of doing something like that?

- Burning a car?
- You know, or shooting somebody.

Like, I don't know who
you are or what you want.

- I'm a private investigator.
- Right. And I'm an astronaut.

I employ 171 people.

I can vouch for the work
ethic while they're here,

but once they're
through those gates...

Well, do you mind
if I ask around?

On my property?

- Yeah, I do mind.
- Fair enough.

- Anything else?
- DWIGHT: Yeah.

Do you give riding lessons?

(MARGARET CHUCKLES)

Call the number on the website.

I like this state.

TYSON: You think
you so badass, huh?

Run up on my boy?
(CLEARS THROAT)

Run up on my boy?

Take potshots?

Sneak up and ambush
a motherfucker?

Huh?

Oh, that's a bad move,

'‘Cause you, uh, you
know me and him... we tight.

(RAP MUSIC PLAYING)

We tight.

You make a move on him, you
best make a move on me, too.

You make a move on him...

You best make a move on me too.

(WATER RUNNING)

TYSON: (DISTANTLY)
Coming in guns blazing.

I will kill you.

(TRAIN HORN BLOWS)

(HORSE NEIGHS)

- (TRAIN HORN BLOWING)
- (CRICKETS CHIRPING)

(CELLPHONE RINGING)

- How you doing?
- I got a dog.

He's a stray. He's a
little old and beat up.

Well, somebody's got a type.

You around later?

DWIGHT: Sorry. Plans.

Oh, that's okay.

What are you naming the dog?

I was thinking about
naming him Chance.

As in second or last?

(CHUCKLES)

TBD. I haven't
gotten that far yet.

I gotta go. I'll
keep you posted.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(PLACES CELLPHONE DOWN)

(ENGINE TURNS OVER)

(DOG BARKING)

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(DOG BARKING)

ARMAND: Hey, my man!
My little man! How are you?

- How's my best boy?
- TOMMY: Come on, Dad!

(CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

- (DRAMATIC MUSIC
PLAYING) (GUN COCKS)

I went away for
a third of my life

- and you try to shoot me?
- (ARMAND GRUNTS)

My wife's going to be
home any minute now.

- I'll leave a note.
- (GUN COCKS)

Go out there and
make some money.

You guys want a balloon?

This is our territory.

This nitro is our
only existence.

(MEN GRUNTING)

Did you ever read
The Art of War?

- Really?
- DWIGHT: / got a plan.

You need all the
friends you can get.

Let's go, my children.

(MUSIC BUILDS AND FADES)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)