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MAN: (SINGING) MTV

(MUSIC PLAYING)

So, is this a one-off
or one of many?

Too soon to tell.

- Pike's cut.
- Fucking bullet holes.

Oh, no. No! (SOBBING)

- I can't go back there.
- But you gotta do it one more time.

Okay? Just get me something.

ROXY: He has a laptop. I saw it.

Read the book. We partner
up. You, me, and Mitch.

- Put a casino in the back.
- How much does that cost?

Maybe a half a million
bucks to grease the wheels.

Did you really think you were
the only criminal in Tulsa?

There he is. The General.

CHICKIE: How's it
going? How's Tulsa?

Listen, did you fuck
up Dwight's son-in-law?

- (BONES CRUNCHING) (SCREAMING)

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

You think Dwight's a
better man than I am?

- What?
- It's what you said.

Enough with this
Dwight bullshit.

(WATER SLOSHING)

GOODIE: I got a call.

Pete had a heart attack.

(GUNSHOTS)

MITCH: All right,
fellas and lady...

(BLUES MUSIC PLAYING)

You hold the gun in your
hand, you bend your knees,

use the other hand to steady it.

You place the target
in between the sights,

then you slowly and calmly
pull back on the trigger.

You do not fucking jerk it.

Let's go again.

(GUN SHOT)

Oh, I suck at this.

Ah, practice makes perfect.

BODHI: Why are
we practicing, again?

(MITCH CLEARS THROAT)

- What are you doing?
- Nothing.

I... Look, I... I feel
very uncomfortable

with the idea of
shooting somebody.

You know what's
more uncomfortable?

Someone shooting you.

You know, before you came along,

I had never even
held a gun before.

I'm trying to save your ass.

Appreciate it.

- What the fuck are you doing?
- I got my own style, man.

Didn't you hear what
Mitch said to you?

- You got your own style?
- I got my own style.

You know what your style is?

You're gonna hit everything
except what you're aiming at.

Look.

The gun is not made that way.

You hold it sideways, the
physics will take it that way.

Basic physics.

- What's up, motherfucker?
- (GUNSHOT)

Yeah, what's up?

- What's up?
- (GUNSHOT)

What's up? What's up?

What's up? What's up?

What's up is you look like
an idiot, and a dead one.

Dwight.

What are we doing here, man,

dealing with The Bad
News fucking Bears?

- Yeah, tell me about it.
- (GUNSHOT)

I'm looking for some
evil-doing buddies here.

Your friends need some money?

I got a couple boys in the rodeo

- that are gunning for some cash.
- (GUNSHOT)

- This ain't a rodeo.
- (GUNSHOT)

They're ex-cons if
that makes it any better.

- (GUNSHOT)
- Definitely helps. Get them.

Jane Wayne.

What?

There was a cowboy
named John Wayne.

I'm saying Jane Wayne,
it's kind of a takeoff on it.

Who taught you
to shoot like that?

My dad.

Yeah? That's nice.

So, you had activities
together. Nice.

Yeah. Not really.

- Well, I understand that, too.
- GRACE: No, you don't.

He shot himself two years ago.

Shit. I'm sorry.

Can I ask why
we're doing all this?

Are there people after
us? Just very curious.

‘Cause the last thing I wanted
to do was shoot a gun again.

It's important to learn
how to defend yourself.

Of course. But what the fuck did
we do to get dragged into your shit?

You didn't do anything.
This is all on me.

Except it isn't.

It's on all of us, too.

Whether we like it or not,
we're living the Dwight life.

Look, I don't know
what else to say, Grace.

How about you're really fucking
sorry for turning our lives upside down?

(CHUCKLES) I'm sorry.

I mean it.

Fine. Thank you.

Listen, we're all adults, okay?

We know what happens when
you play with other people's toys.

So, we're not going anywhere.

That said, you're a smart guy.

Our leader.

So, lead us out of this shit.

And next time, just...

take a moment and think

about being careful with our
little, just, regular lives, okay?

Okay.

Will you put this
fucking gun down?

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(MOTORCYCLE ENGINE ROARING)

Hey!

Where'd you bury her?

(CHUCKLES) I...
I beg your pardon?

Are you begging my pardon?

Roxy Harrington.

'Fraid I don't know who that is.

Really? Surprising.

Well, maybe let me
refresh your memory.

Carson Pike's girlfriend.
You murdered her?

Yeah. Her.

(LAUGHS) Yeah.

No, I haven't seen her.

Haven't seen Mr. Pike
either, come to think of it.

Huh.

I'm not done with you, asshole.

Yeah, but I'm done with you.

So, your involvement
in the casino

will be obscured by an
anonymous trust structure.

So, I won't have
to file with the state.

Exactly. There'll be nothing to
associate the assets with your name,

shielding you from many potential
legal problems, you know, whatever.

Okay. I understand me
getting the casino license,

but how does this bar qualify
for a Native American exemption?

Well, it's situated
on Cherokee land.

We just transfer
ownership to your name.

- Or Bad Face's.
- Fuck no.

No, Bad Face would
never get a liquor license.

- He's got way too many arrests.
- DWIGHT: Ah.

As a matter of fact, he's a guest
of the government as we speak.

Come on. What happened?

He hit a cop, broke three
knuckles on his right hand.

MITCH: How'd that happen?

Well, the cop was standing
on the other side of a glass door

- when he smashed into it.
- (CHUCKLEYS)

- That'll do it.
- I miss that guy.

I took the liberty of putting
our business plan together.

DWIGHT: So, all you gotta do
is put your name on the license

and we'll take care
of all the finances.

And in exchange, I get what?

20% and full-time
access to the buffet.

Jimmy, changing the subjects.

I need some really tough, like,

maybe Bad Face indigenous-types.
You know any guys like that?

Well, there are a couple of
guys I dealt with in the past

that are some pretty
badass fucking cowboys.

Well, are they cowboys
or they Indians?

(LAUGHING)

Well, you can be both, you know.

Right. Anyway, send them my way.

Yeah, sure thing.

You didn't bring any of that
apricot jelly by any chance?

As a matter of fact, I did.

- (DWIGHT HITS TABLE)
- All right.

- Apricot jelly?
- You're gonna like this. Trust me.

- BODHI: Oh, it's so good.
- First thing in the morning.

(FAINT CHATTER)

- Who is that?
- Louis Refedori's kid.

JOHNNY: Yeah. You
know him, from around.

The fucking stress he caused
my dad from the day he got back.

That's what gave
him the heart attack.

Who? You mean The General?

Yeah. How's he doing out there?

Put it this way. Some
of the people in this room

could be expecting
to replace him shortly.

Carry the torch, so to speak.

- Pass the torch.
- Carry the casket.

Whose casket?

Who you fucking think?

Dwight?

He's a made man.
He's a fucking legend.

And?

Nothing. It's just
what Vince said.

I mean, you can't
talk flippantly,

like you're gonna...
gonna whack a made man.

Johnny, what the fuck you
think we're talking about here?

Wait. You'll take
out The General?

Fuck you been?

Johnny, catch up. Please.

The decision's
already been made.

Thank you.

- Where was I?
- Sending people out to Tulsa.

Hey, can... can I
interject one more thing?

What?

Dwight. He's like
your dad's brother.

Whatever the issue, isn't
there another solution here?

Actually, there is.

(JOHNNY GRUNTS)

How about I take you out?

You stupid motherfucker!
You disloyal fuck!

- (JOHNNY GROANS)
- VINCE: Hey. Hey.

- Not here. Not here.
- MAN: Leave him alone.

Party's over. Go home.

DWIGHT: How many
bikes do you count?

Eight. That's a lot of them.

So, you gonna tell
me what's going on?

What do you mean?

You coming back from New
York, your hands all bruised.

- The bar is shot up.
- Mmm-hmm.

You and Mitch actin' all squirrelly. I
mean, obviously something went down.

Look, it's not that
I don't trust you

but sometimes the
less you know the better.

Okay. So, it's for
my own good, right?

- It is for your own good.
- Oh.

Why you acting
like a fucking child?

It's ‘cause you fucking treat
me like a child. What you mean?

Do you know what accessory
is? Accessory after the fact?

- Not really.
- No? Okay.

Well, if you know about a crime
and you don't report it to the cops,

you're part of that crime.

You get it or do you need me
to paint a bigger fucking picture?

I'm just saying, how am I
supposed to stand guard

if I don't even know
what I'm guarding against?

Them the same cops that
arrested me before right there.

(CAR DOOR SHUTS)

Well, there's your answer.

RUIZ: So, Dwight
Manfredi, as far as we know,

he ain't just passing through.

He and an ex-con, Mitch
Keller, have been selling nitrous,

but that led to a clash with...

Black Macadam. We know.
We've been tracking them

for months for
guns and explosives.

It was actually one of their girlfriends
that brought Manfredi to our attention.

- Our informant.
- Our murdered informant.

- What happened there?
- Well, there's no body so we don't...

Caolan Waltrip killed her.

Waltrip's head of the
gang. Tail turn up anything?

Manfredi? Couple of stops
at Keller's bar, Bred 2 Buck,

and the weed store
he's partnered in.

He also seems to be dating
someone, a Margaret Devereaux.

Took her to dinner the other night.
She owns a horse farm, Fennario Ranch.

There's also some other
woman he's been seen with,

but we haven't been able to...

Okay. So, basically what you're
saying is the FBI has nothing, right?

I'm sorry, am I wrong?

Why are we wasting
our time on this bullshit

when the fact is there's a
war brewing on the streets

between the most
vicious biker gang in Tulsa

and a fucking nobody
New York gangster?

Manfredi's not
even an ATF target.

We should be focused on Waltrip.

Okay? The fucking
murderer who's trafficking in

- drugs and stolen weapons. No.
- Stacy.

No.

- He's got money. Like serious money.
- What do you mean?

Roxy, our informant, told
me before she was killed.

How much we talking?

I don't know. But I'm sure
he's not paying taxes on it.

So, let's go that route.

Could be something there.

STACY: Guys, it's all we've got.

Let's get this fucking
shit head off the streets

before more people get killed.

(HORSE NEIGHS)

MOSS: Moss Wheelwright.
DWIGHT: How you doing? Dwight.

- MOSS: All right.
- Moss is a bullfighter these days.

Distracts the bull. Wrangles
him when the rider falls off.

Man, sorry I'm late, brother.
Had to sneak out of work.

- Howdy. Ben Hutchins.
- Hey, Ben. Dwight.

BEN: Pleasure.
Don't mind the blood.

- I work at a slaughterhouse.
- DWIGHT: You're hired.

(BEN CHUCKLES)

Look, I told the boys
what we're looking for.

- You guys okay with that?
- I will kill without remorse.

- Amen to that.
- You guys start whenever you want.

Hey, so, you're in the mafia?

Nah, there's no such a thing.

(CHUCKLING)

Last of it right here.

- Ma ain't gon' come say bye?
- She, uh...

She can't. She's crying.

Why is it gotta be like that?

You'll understand when you
have a kid. If you have a kid.

Of course I'm gonna have a kid.

You know the hardest
thing about being a father?

Standing by, watching
your kid get hurt.

We'd take you to
the playground, you...

you'd be high up on that
jungle gym, 10 feet in the air,

and my heart would
be in my throat.

But I was fine, right, Dad?

You were, son.

What you doing now...

this ain't no playground.

What you talking about?
I'm too old for playground.

But still young enough
to make bad choices.

Dad.

But we don't have
to debate this, Tyson.

You made your decision.

We did our best.

I'm gon' be all right.

God bless you, son.

(CAR ENGINE RUMBLING)

(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

- Thanks a lot, my friend.
- See you tomorrow, cuz.

Cuz? (CHUCKLES)

- (CELL PHONE RINGING) (BEEPS)

Tina.

So, I've been thinking about
what you said, you know,

about us coming
to Oklahoma, and...

I think a change of
scenery would be nice.

DWIGHT: Yeah. No, it's exciting

but I think we gotta put
a pin in it at the moment.

Is everything okay?

DWIGHT: No, it's not that.

Every... Everything
is fine. It's just that,

I gotta get things together.
I wanna get the right room.

I want the kids
to be comfortable.

Maybe we should slow
things down anyway because,

for all intents and
purposes, we did just meet.

DWIGHT: Yeah. Yeah,
maybe you're right.

Tina, I really wanna
meet my grandkids.

Yeah, you will.
When the time is right.

DWIGHT: Okay.

That's good. Please
call me. And stay safe.

Will do. Bye.

I love you. (KISSES) Bye.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

STACY: Where's Caolan Waltrip?

Fuck do I know?

How about Robbie Trucotte?

- At his house, I guess.
- Yeah. Where's that?

Trailer park off Elwood.

STACY: Kyra. I'll take that.

Thank you.

(HORSE NEIGHING)

MARGARET: Well, I'm
glad someone's riding him.

DWIGHT: Hey.

Dwight Manfredi.

Yeah. Brian Gillen, the
former Mr. Devereaux.

- (MARGARET CHUCKLES)
(HORSE NEIGHS)

Yeah. It's a nice animal.

Could be good for
PATH certification.

That's therapeutic horsemanship.

You mean like a service animal?

BRIAN: Yeah, that's
what I meant. Yeah.

That'd be a tough thing to
get on an airplane, wouldn't it?

(CHUCKLES) That's for sure.

RICHIE: Hey, Peg,
Javier's looking for you.

I'll be right back.

Yeah. That Peggy,
she's a... She's quite a gal.

Yeah. She's a lovely lady.

And I trust that you're
being respectful.

'‘Cause I know your, um,
type, really big on respect.

Is there a problem?

BRIAN: Yeah. Let's just
cut the crap, shall we?

I know what you're up to.

You found a woman of means
and you're fixin' to fleece her.

Not for nothing.

But you don't know
nothing about me.

You don't think I don't
know who you are?

You... you... you... you...
you're a fucking relic.

I mean, you... with all your... your
tough talk and your shiny shoes.

But here's the thing.

That dog, it just
don't hunt down here.

Maybe it don't hunt,
but it fucking bites.

(BOTH LAUGH)

You are funny, Manfredi.
You are. You are.

You know, I've...

I've faced down
carpetbaggers, wildcatters,

cattlemen, the Klan.

So, you'll forgive me
if I don't exactly quake

at the prospect of being
at loggerheads with you.

DWIGHT: Hey.

Well, I'll leave you
two to catch up.

Nice guy.

Ah, you think so? Hmm.

Here I thought you were
a good judge of character.

- Actually, he's an asshole.
- (LAUGHING)

I mean, I understand that love
can be a temporary form of insanity

and I don't want to embar... I
mean, you know what? I don't care.

Wanna say that you had to
be out of your fucking mind

to marry that bum, just saying.

- Really.
- Yeah. Maybe.

Well, I'm thinking
quite clearly now.

Would you care
to stay for lunch?

I'm starving.

Jesus.

Holy shit.

HENDRICKS: How in the hell
did this guy get so much money?

He's flushing profits through
the global financial market.

STACY: I mean, this
fucker's into everything.

Internet party platforms,
crypto, credit cards, real estate.

WATTERS: We need
to freeze these accounts.

That means a court order.

Yeah. That could take days.
Can we get a rush on that?

HENDRICKS: Can't hurt to try.

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

Take it you heard
about the raid?

WEATHERWAX: I have.

I'm sorry.

WALTRIP: Well, your
pity doesn't really do much

for me now, does it?

WEATHERWAX: The
ATF's federal, Caolan.

There's nothing
we could've done.

Well, it's not what
you could have done,

it's what you're gonna do now.

I want Manfredi.

We're on the clock, Caolan.

(SNIFFING)

All right. You listen to
me, you fucking shit stain.

You're not gonna need that
job once I slit your fucking throat.

Arrest Manfredi,
get him into a jail cell,

somewhere I can get to him.

Arrest him for what?

(SIGHS)

You're a corrupt fucking
cop! Think of something.

Man, why I gotta get in this
casino racket, huh? With Dwight.

Well...

since throwing
in with Mr. Manse,

I have been co-opted,
abducted, raided by the feds.

JIMMY: But?

He's a force
multiplier. No question.

So, I gotta go to the
Great White Father?

For what?

Fuckin' grubstake in
the minestrone mint?

I mean, you're already doing
business with him. Right?

In for a penny, in for a pound.

Fuck it, in for a pound.

(CHUCKLES)

DWIGHT: Hey, let's
swing by the Buck.

I wanna talk to Mitch.

That's cool. Well, I'mma...
I'mma go by Starbucks.

- I wanna get me a...
- (POLICE SIREN WAILS)

Oh, what the fuck is that?

(SIREN WAILS)

Same cops again.

I got this.

WEATHERWAX: Dwight Manfredi?

Take your fucking hand
out from under your jacket.

Do it.

All right. Listen up, carefully.

My hand is wrapped around
a fucking .357 Magnum

with 158 grain hollow
points that will leave a hole

you could put your
fucking fist through.

You wanna see your
loved ones tonight?

I want you to rethink whatever
stupid, ill-conceived idea

that moronic biker
is putting you up to.

Get in your car,

put it in gear,

and drive the fuck away.

We know where to find you.

That goes both ways.

So, what was that about?

Broken taillight.

Forgot my gun back at the hotel.

You're a nice guy.

But if I wasn't mandated to be here,
you would never fucking see me again.

Forgive me for stating the
obvious, but that sounds like

someone who wants to avoid
discussing their problems.

No. I'm handling my problems.

With alcohol?

By getting shit done.

Care to elaborate?

Not really.

Paco Rabanne man?

The one who reminded
you of your father?

Have you seen him again?

Please tell me that's
not in my personnel file.

EVAN: It's not.

But it sounds like you're
veering into behavior

that could cost you your career.

I appreciate your concern.

But it's over. It is done.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

How you doing?

CHICKIE: Uncle
Dwight? You there.

Thank you for picking up.

Of course.

CHICKIE: So, listen.

You probably know we
buried my dad yesterday.

Yeah. I'm sorry for your
loss and condolences.

But I'm not a hypocrite
either, Chickie.

Man tried to have
me killed on the inside.

CHICKIE: Dwight.

Twenty-five years
of my life, gone.

CHICKIE: Dwight.

I get it.

I'm calling because I
wanna move past all that.

We have to for the
sake of our future.

Okay. I'm listening.

CHICKIE: The infighting,
the arguing, all the bad blood.

I mean, what kind of message
are we sending in-house?

Not to mention it makes us look
weak in front of the other families.

If we're gonna survive,

you and me, we
gotta make amends.

And how do you
suggest we do that?

CHICKIE: Along with my dad,

we bury the hatchet, all
this nonsense between us.

Vince, Nico, whatever you
got going on with Armand.

Honestly, I don't give a shit.

That's all behind
us as of right now.

Yesterday, watching them lower
my father's casket into the ground,

you know what I
realized, Uncle Dwight?

You are the last vestige

of my father that I got left.

I'm coming to visit.

Me, Vince, Goodie.

We have dinner, we break bread.

We show everybody
that we are unified.

I don't know if
that's necessary.

No, no. I... I... I want to.

We need closure here.

Okay. You know where to find me.

CHICKIE: You
take care of yourself.

I'll see you soon.

And the Oscar goes to...

Chickie Invernizzi.

Fuck that piece of shit.

Did you get him?

WEATHERWAX:
We couldn't find him.

Fuck does that mean?

WEATHERWAX: Didn't
happen. He's not around.

(SNIFFING)

You told me you
know where he lives.

He wasn't there. What
do you want me to tell you?

Incompetent piece of shit!

WEATHERWAX: We'll keep
looking, Caolan. I'm sorry.

Fuck it! Don't bother.

Fuck!

Well?

Are these sardines in here?

It's Sicilian. You like it?

- It's good.
- Yeah.

It's interesting.

Why were you so late tonight?

Just work stuff.

CLARA: Yeah. How is work?
You haven't talked about that lately.

Fine, you know.

Roxy quit.

What?

ARMAND: She's
gone. I don't know.

Just stopped showing up.
Nobody knows where she is.

Peggy's a little freaked.

Hey, have you talked to that...

that friend of yours
recently? That one in Boise?

Del Holland? No. Why?

Just wondering if that
job could still be available.

We talked about this,
Clara. We're not moving.

I know. But I've
been thinking about...

- Stop thinking!
- Just listen to me.

This isn't what I already
know happened. Okay?

This... this is about not knowing
what is gonna happen tomorrow.

Nobody knows what's
gonna happen tomorrow.

- Stop yelling.
- I'm not... They can't hear me.

They got their VR headsets on.

Yeah. Better virtual
reality than this one.

(FORK CLATTERS)

Oh, your life's so bad? Really?

CLARA: I don't
know. You tell me.

You know, when I came
through the living room earlier

and our two beautiful children
were sitting there watching TV,

I actually stopped and I made sure
that the shades were pulled down.

Why? There's nobody watching us.

- Nobody's... No?
- No.

No? That monster wasn't watching
us before he came into our house

and put a fucking
gun to your head?

That's over. Okay?

Why? What? 'Cause
you're buddies now?

Jesus, Manny, you come
home at all hours of the night.

Now, you're carrying
a fucking gun.

Your... your coworkers
are going missing.

Clara, I said enough!

Okay? We're not moving.

We're not fucking
running. You hear me?

Who the fuck are you?

I should've never come
here in the first place.

That's who the fuck I am. I
should have stayed in Brooklyn.

Well, that's very
nice. Thank you.

You know what I mean.
It's nothing to do with you.

It's just, there
comes a time, Clara,

you gotta stand up
for yourself, you know?

Fine.

Yeah. Great. Okay.

Yeah, you are absolutely right.

(SNIFFLES)

So, this is me
standing up for myself.

We either leave here
or we get divorced.

What?

I married a decent man,
I did not marry a criminal.

And I will not raise
my children with one.

(CLATTERING)

Find another place to
sleep tonight or we will.

- (CAR DOOR SHUTS)
- Ten o'clock tomorrow morning.

You got it, boss.

STACY: Dwight!

Hey.

What are you doing here?

Just wanna let you know that
we raided Waltrip this morning.

Did you bring him in?

No, he wasn't there.

- So, where is he?
- I don't know.

But there's a warrant out for him
and his lieutenant, Robbie Trucotte.

They're in the wind.

- Hmm.
- Listen to me.

All right? It's over.

Wherever the fuck he is, just let
him stay there and go on with your life.

I'll do my best.

Yeah. I'm not sure your
best is good enough.

I finally got the FBI to get
off this, so just move on.

So, how you doing?

How am I doing?
What does that mean?

Would you like to come
upstairs for a drink?

The balls on this guy.
Are you fucking serious?

I'm seriously serious. Why not?

Why not? ‘Cause you
and I are not a thing.

Do you not remember when
I told you to fuck off last time?

- You didn't mean that.
- Yeah, I did.

- Not to mention the... Huh.
- Mention what?

- But what?
- Nothing.

Nothing? What
were you gonna say?

I heard you have a girlfriend.

- You jealous? A little bit.
- No, I'm not.

- Hmm? No. Are you sure?
- No.

You're so full of yourself.

- Not full of myself.
- Yes!

Is there anything wrong
with being a little human here?

- I mean...
- I don't know.

I guess that's up for debate.

Listen, I don't
wanna be with you.

I just wanna move
on with my life.

- (MOTORCYCLE ENGINE ROARS)
- Oh...

- Fuck!
- (GUNFIRE)

(GRUNTS)

DWIGHT: Put pressure.

Get an ambulance!
Someone get out here!

Hold on, hold on.

- Are you a doctor?
- WOMAN: I'm a doctor.

- Okay.
- (STACY GROANS IN PAIN)

Yo, what the fuck just
happened? I was just up the road.

Get rid of this fucking
thing, just hide it.

I'm gonna fucking
annihilate that motherfucker.

(POLICE SIRENS IN DISTANCE)

(BRAKES SCREECHING)

MAN: (SINGING) I'm
a dead man walking

Hell's at my door...

Blood on your hands.
You involved in this?

What's your name, sir?

Manfredi.

I'm a dead man walking

- Before I die - Before I die

I'll take every soul I can

- Into the night - Oh!

- And kill till I die
- And Kill till I die

Don't leave town, Mr. Manfredi.

Who'd want to
leave this paradise?

There's a bounty on
this Walltrip's head.

Anybody see him, anywhere,
anytime, they take him out.

And there's something
else. Chickie's here.

We're fucking done.

You know, I should drop all of
you, right here, right fucking now.

DWIGHT: We're going to war.

We're gonna put this
fire out once and for all.

(GUNSHOTS ECHOING)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)