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So, you a new driver?

DWIGHT: I just relocated
from New York.

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.

MAN: So, you're at the light
taking your driver's test,

-and then...
-Down!

You know we ran your name
through the system.

-Then you know I'm a Leo.
-He's free to go.

Part of a bigger investigation.

What are you doing here
in Cow Patty, Oklahoma?

Stopping bad guys from
blowing up our country.

Tough day at the office.

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

DWIGHT: What's that?
Look like "FR" to you?

Place about five miles
from here.

-Mrs. Fennario?
-Miss Devereaux.

Car was stolen
and set on fire,

and I found this
in the backseat.

-I'm a private investigator.
-Right, and I'm an astronaut.

Well, do you mind
if I ask around?

On my property?
Yeah, I do mind.

DWIGHT: Fair enough.

***

Oh, Ritchie, easy.

Keep her under 160,
for Christ sake.

Come on Manny, she ain't
even gonna break a sweat.

She's got a baby race
in three days.

I want a little sugar left
in the tank still come Saturday.

Seems like you're gearing her
more for a hay ride.

Yeah, well, it ain't you
getting ripped a new one

if she goes flat
ahead of the stretch.

Ten more minutes,
then cool her down.

-You headed out?
-Yeah, I'll be back.

Just got some shit
at home to deal with.

* I'm living
paycheck to paycheck *

* My money's all gone *

[music stops abruptly]

CLARA:
Hey, babe.

I'm gonna swing by WinCo
after I drop the boys.

-You want anything?
-[car horn honking]

Thinks it's a fucking joke.

CLARA:
Okay, well, don't complain

when I don't remember
what cereal you wanted.

-What?
-CLARA: I'll be back in a bit.

Motherfucking bastard.

Fucking hit him.

-Close the trunk.
-Jesus, I knew it.

I fucking knew it.

DWIGHT: Get on your knees.

I'm gonna say a name,

and you're gonna answer me
yes or no.

It's very simple.
Chickie.

Chickie?
What about Chickie?

-Turn around.
-I don't...

Better start talking
or I promise your brains

are gonna be all over
this fucking kitchen.

Chickie what?
I got no fucking idea

what you're asking me.
Chickie what?

Just tell me and
I'll tell you, please.

Did he send you here
to kill me, yes or no?

No! No, I haven't even
seen Chickie in over 20 years.

-So, who hired you?
-Hired me?

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

You gonna tell me
that wasn't you

who tried to take me out
the other day?

[groaning]

-Who sent you?
-You came here to kill me.

What the fuck was I supposed
to do, wait?

I got a wife, I got kids.

When I saw you at the mall,
I figured Chickie's the one

who sent you here to kill me.

[coffee machine beeps]

I got no beef with you, Dwight.

Not you, not New York,
not fucking anybody.

But Jesus Christ, why the fuck
else would you be in Tulsa?

-Sugar?
-What?

You got sugar?

No, we have--
what do you call it, agave.

-The fuck's that?
-No idea.

So, let me get this right.

I'm here in
the middle of nowhere,

and just by some coincidence,

you're here too,
and you try to shoot me

because you think
I'm here to shoot you?

Is that the line of defense
you're going with?

On my kid's eyes,
I fucking swear,

it's the Gods honest truth.

My wife's gonna be home
any minute now.

-She doesn't know anything.
-I'll leave a note.

-[gun cocking]
-Tico Tavares.

-What?
-Tico Tavares.

-What about him?
-In prison, they set you up.

I tried to warn you
but I couldn't get through.

You said they tried
to set me up.

-Who's they?
-Pete.

My Pete?

-You fucking liar.
-He was afraid you'd flipped.

Fucking 25 years, come on.

Nobody does that kind of time.

-I did.
-I know you did,

but most of these guys...

I was afraid they'd kill me
because of what I knew.

That's why I skipped town.

I've been here 19 years, Dwight.
I built a life.

Pete...

You mow your lawn?

-What?
-Do you mow your grass?

-Yeah, sure.
-You know, I've never...

mowed a lawn, never.
Not once in my entire life.

You grew up in Brooklyn, so.

Dwight, I'm sorry.
I didn't rat on anybody.

I didn't want to hurt nobody.
I just wanted out.

You know that
ain't the way it goes, right?

Our thing,
25 years ago, Armand,

you fucked up,

and I went away for what became
a third of my life.

And then you...

tried to put
a bullet in my head.

I-- I swear to God,

-I was just trying...
-I'm talking.

You work for me now, understand?
Like you always have.

I expect an envelope
every Saturday.

We'll start
at 300 bucks a week.

Dwight, this ain't New York.
It's fucking Tulsa.

I didn't tell you to move here.

Of course,
the one time I am running late.

I'll send over some sugar.

[whimpering]
Oh my God.

[theme music]

[Dwight breathing heavily]

You know
you're doing that wrong.

Your form.

Hey, pal.

-Sorry.
-Buddy.

The kettlebells.

You're not lifting them right.

Really?

-Soft knees.
-Mm-hmm?

You got to hinge your hips.

Keep your body
in a standing plank position.

-And lift.
-I'll tell you what.

Let's make it interesting.

You stand in front of me,

and if I can't put
you to sleep with one swing,

I'll donate a grand
to your favorite charity.

Deal?

Or should I go
back to doing it wrong?

Blue Dome Haberdashery.

Custom tailoring.
Let's try that.

I wanna drop these suits off
to get altered.

What the hell's that?

It's a transponder.
For tolls.

-It's like an easy pass.
-Get rid of it.

They just gonna take a picture
of the license plate,

send a bill in the mail.

You don't get rid of that.

I hope they get
my good side.

Let's not make it
too easy for them.

Let's see what we got here.

-Okay.
-All right.

You know, Kenny Rogers used to
shop here when he was in town.

-Kenny who?
-Seriously?

The guy's in the Hall of Fame.

Know when to hold them.
Know when to fold them.

Let's see what we got here.

I seem to have
expanded a little bit.

BERT:
Can I be honest with you?

We're in Tulsa.

How about something
a little more modern?

More in keeping
with the local style?

A jacket like this
with a Stetson

and a pair of Lucchese Boots,
hoo-wee,

you would look
like a million bucks.

There's alligators up
on that motherfucker, man.

Yeah, it's an alligator.

You can't turn that down,
it's got the alligators.

Alligators don't work on this.

Work your magic.

-Just make them fit.
-Done.

However, the man who only suits
himself has a fool for a tailor.

-I've been called worse.
-You know, a couple Grammys ago,

Puffy pulled up with
the paisley Dolce and Gabbana.

You know you'd be
fly as shit in that, man?

Can you step
a little bit closer?

-Hey, what's up?
-Bang. Zoom.

[laughing]

Thank you, Bert.

LANGWAY:
Hey, look at this guy.

Hm. What'd he do?

-Nothing yet.
-What does that mean?

What do you mean?

-Is he a perp?
-No, he's on Tinder.

[laughing]
Wow.

So happy to see our hard earned
tax dollars at work.

-Oh, you're not online?
-No, I'm not.

Come on, it's not terrible.

It's kind of like
panning for gold.

Sometimes you find a nugget.

I guess I'm old-fashioned.

I actually have to get
my dick picks in person.

Oh, how's that going?

Come on, Stacy,
you get out there a little bit.

Yeah, I was out there recently.

It didn't go great.
I'm fine.

Hey, don't make me
worry about you.

Any trouble
getting these things?

Fuck no.
Nitrous is overseen

by the Food and Drug
Administration.

Not exactly the agency that
strikes fear in one's heart.

-Not exactly.
-No, right?

Dwight, we ready?

Tyson is on his way.

You guys want
something to drink?

-Yes.
-No, we're working.

-Come on.
-Okay.

Hey, Dwight,
you remember Bad Face?

Yeah, the psycho neurotic
from the weed farm.

Yeah.

He's in town for the next
couple days making some drops.

So, I thought maybe
you'd want to avoid him.

No, no, no,
I got no issue with Bad Face.

You gotta see this guy, he's
definitely off the reservation.

-Who is he?
-He's a Creek Indian

with a staring problem.

-Serious staring problem.
-Sounds fun at parties.

-Yeah, war parties.
-Ready to roll out?

All right, throw that stuff
in the trunk

and go out there
and make some money.

-Yes, sir.
-Okay.

Go get 'em kids.

[laughing]
Fucking Bad Face.

[people chattering,
music playing]

-MAN: Ice-cold patties.
-Here you go, that's 10 bucks.

Hey, hold it at the tip,

you gonna lose
all the good stuff, now.

-Look at these motherfuckers.
-Business is booming.

Oh, yeah.
You guys want a balloon?

Who the fuck said
you could set up here?

The parking lot?

No, like, who gave you
permission to sell?

Nobody gave us permission
to sell.

'cause we ain't
asking for permission.

This is our territory.

[laughing]
You want to buy something?

Bye-bye.

Fifteen years
since I had my last drink,

so thank you for that.

Right before Devin
was born, yeah.

-Will he kill us?
-Not you and the kids.

-No.
-That's what Boise was about?

So, what have you left us?

What do you mean?
Like, the house? Life insurance?

No, us. You and me.

Because how am I supposed
to believe anything

that you tell me
from this point out?

'Cause you're a fucking liar,
Manny.

-Is that even really your name?
-It's Armand.

-You know that.
-Do I?

Oh, come on, would you
fucking stop, please, Clara?

I'm sorry.
You're right.

I should've told you everything
when we first met,

about my past, but the further
down the line we got,

the less necessary it felt.

It was like
ancient history

that I, frankly,
I wanted to forget.

It's ugly.

[Clara chuckles]

I know now.

Now I do.

DWIGHT:
How'd it go?

We went through
all ten of the tanks.

-Yeah.
-We could've sold more

-if we had them.
-Laughing gas.

Laughing all the way
to the bank, huh?

-Mm-hmm.
-[laughing]

Something going on tonight?

Yeah, and tomorrow night, too.

All right,
let's swing by Mitch's

and pick up some more tanks.

Here.

Buy yourself
something pretty.

I might get me
one of them rings.

You know what?
This one has lost its luster.

-Here, take it.
-You serious?

Yeah, take it.
Come on, you earned it.

Fuck.

Wow.

[engines rumbling]

So...

if I'm hearing right--
and lads, by all means,

jump in and stop me
if you feel different.

You and Davy here,
you just let them waltz on in.

Come in,
come in and you let them

take the food
right off our table.

-Did I get that right?
-We didn't think it wise

to start any shit without
checking with you first.

Weak fucking links.

They're unreliable, indecisive,

and now revealed
to be total pussies.

Weak fucking links.

Easily exploited
by interloping hippies.

I mean, who are we if we can't
protect what's ours?

They've left us all exposed.

This.

It's no minor fuck up.
No.

This is a threat

to our very existence.

***

You interrupted
my breakfast for this?

Dwight, it's an antique.
It's like 19th century.

Pure copper.
You ever see American Pickers?

People go crazy for this shit.

Sure, what household couldn't
live without one of these?

I'm just saying,
you could sell it,

could be worth, like, 20 grand.

-So, you sell it.
-I can't sell it,

they'll know I stole it.

If I sell it,
they'll think I stole it.

I think shoveling horse shit
has affected your brain, Armand.

Come on, Dwight, please.
I'm trying over here.

I'm really trying.
Give me a break.

Take it back there
before someone looks up

and sees it's missing.

Cash, Armand.

I nearly broke my neck
getting that thing down.

Fuck!

When's the wedding?

-What?
-Are you telling me that ain't

an engagement ring
on your finger?

Oh, you got-- you funny.
You got jokes today, right?

It was-- it was my boss'.

-What you mean "was"?
-He gave it to me

to acknowledge the hard work
I've been putting in.

As a chauffeur?

It's more than
a chauffeur, Dad, I'm--

-I'm also like security, too.
-Protecting him from what?

Whatever, you know,
he's a successful guy, you know.

People get jealous of him.

-This man a mobster?
-Mark.

Why would you even
say something like that?

Only two types of people
wear pinky rings--

mobsters
and British aristocracy.

And something tells me
your boss ain't no aristocrat.

That's some real prejudiced shit
right there, I don't know...

-Hey, language at my table.
-Mark, let the boy eat.

Tyson knows right from wrong.

-That a real diamond, Ty?
-Of course it is.

[chuckling]

Whatever you say, Dad.

-[phone rings]
-JOANNE: Hello?

DWIGHT:
Jo, it's me.

JOANNE:
Christ, you sound old.

DWIGHT: It's great
hearing your voice, too.

Twenty-five years.

What do you expect?

-I heard you called Tina?
-Yeah.

Well, if you're looking
for me to intervene,

you're barking up
the wrong tree.

I hardly ever see her myself.

Truth be told, I'm gonna see her
in a couple of hours.

Yeah?

That's-- that's nice, good.

It's Joe.

He's got lymphoma.

And we all take turns
doing shifts.

Should--should I come?

What for?
Now?

He's still my brother.
Our brother.

What are you,
in some bullshit step program

doing your apology tour?

You want to stop busting
my balls for about five seconds?

So I'm gonna ask you again.

Why now?

Honestly, I don't know.

I don't know anything.

You're a real fucking beaut,
you know that?

Radio silence for 25 years.

I'll keep you posted about Joe.

[people chattering]

Hey, heads up, y'all.
Hey, look,

we told y'all motherfuckers
that we--

Come on, man.

[punches thudding]

MAN:
Come on! Come on!

[grunting]

I scheduled a Zoom
with a real estate agent...

from Ocala, Florida.

Oh yeah?
That's-- that's horse country.

Yeah, I'm not
promising anything.

It's just...

worth a conversation,
that's all.

Fucking unbelievable.

So, these are the same guys
that said you needed permission?

The guys from the other night?

It was them,
and it was five other guys.

Six.

They took our tanks,
our cash, all of it.

I'm so sorry about that, man.

DWIGHT: You've got nothing
to be sorry about.

You held your ground, you lost.
Now it's time to regroup.

-They say who they work for?
-No.

No, but a couple of guys had

Black Macadam
embroidered on their jackets.

A local biker gang.

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

All right,
so what we finna do?

DWIGHT:
What are we gonna do?

We're gonna do
the obvious thing.

We're gonna go in there,
we're gonna get our tanks,

and then we're gonna get
our money.

-I don't do violence.
-We're not doing violence.

We're using our head.
You ever read The Art of War?

Wouldn't you say that war

falls under
the violence category here?

Quote, "the greatest victories
are obtained without battle."

End quote.
We're gonna use our heads.

-Really?
-Yeah.

Fine, but I'm gonna
bring Bad Face just in case.

-[cell phone rings]
-Yeah, Dwight?

DWIGHT: I need you
to meet me at seven tonight

at the Bred-2-Buck.
You know it?

-What's up?
-What's up?

I'm giving you a chance
to pay back

some of what you owe me.

No, no, no,
thank you, but...

-Seven, Armand.
-[phone beeps]

This is what I worked
my ass off for.

-Send you to college.
-I just got into a fight, Dad.

Bullshit.
This happened

'cause you work
for that goddamn criminal.

-Mark, we don't know that.
-No, maybe you don't know.

But I do.
And Tyson sure does.

Tell your mom Tyson, hm?

Look in her eye
and lie to her face,

'cause that's how
you do now, right?

You don't even know
what you're talking about.

All right, so enlighten me.

Enlighten me.
What was this big fight about?

Hm?

Is this your security work?

'Cause if it is,
it looks to me

like you're the one
need protecting.

You always thinking
that I can't handle my own.

Like I can't handle
any type of pressure...

No, no, no, you don't get
to turn this

into you're the victim.

-Pick a lane, son.
-I tried, it's true.

I tried to go to college.
My major was too imbecilic.

Was I wrong?
You didn't even finish.

Made nothing out of every
opportunity we provided you.

-I'm trying, Dad.
-By driving some gangster's car?

You're 25, Tyson.

How long are your mother
and I supposed to wait

before we see
a return on our investment?

Oh, you want a return, huh?

Oh, I got
a return for you.

How about this?
How is that?

-Tyson.
-You got five seconds

to get your ass
and that out of my sight.

Tyson.
Tyson!

-That's catchy.
-Oh, just a little fiddling.

Maisie's gonna cover for me.

What time you think
we're gonna be back?

From where?

-From the concert.
-Aren't you on parole?

You don't think you're going
without me, do you?

No, no, you gotta stay here.
You're not getting busted.

Work your magic behind the bar.
We got this.

Hey, hey.

Hey, haven't
seen you in a minute.

Eh, I've mostly been drinking

with my close friend,
the couch, lately.

Trying to break the cycle.

Happy to help you process.
Casamigos, rocks?

Yes, please.

Is it possible
to get that in a large size?

Let me see
if I can find you a Big Gulp.

Oh, thank you.
You are doing God's work.

No need, your friend at the end
of the bar covered it.

-[ding]
-MAN: Order up!

Dwight.
Where's Mitch?

Why?

I mean, you know,
it just feels like a bad omen.

It's not a bad omen.

I told you
this is gonna be surgical.

Nonviolent, we're using
our head.

Trust me on that.

-BAD FACE: Mr. D?
-Yeah.

I ain't got a lot
of friends, so this means

a lot to me that you've included
me in this beat down.

-Hoka hey.
-Hoka hey.

I'm ready to roll.
Let's get it cracking.

-Got everything?
-It's already in the car.

All right, let's do it.

-Tyson.
-Oh, shit.

Who's that?

Just give me one second, Dwight.
Let me handle this real quick.

What the hell are you doing?
Did you follow me here?

No, I just set my GPS
to dumbass motherfucker.

Dad, I'm in the middle
of something right now.

-You can see that, right?
-Which is what, exactly?

-Wrap it up.
-Don't tell my son what to do.

Whoa, whoa, chill, Dad.
Relax a little bit.

Your son works for me.

My boy is decent,
raised right.

Your boy ain't a boy anymore,
he's a man.

And like I said,
he works for me.

-You coming or not?
-Dad, we...

Who put that beating on my son?

It's being taken care of.

Is that where
you're off to now?

-To take care of things?
-It's on the list.

-Then I'm coming too.
-Dad, what do you mean?

The enemy of my enemy
is my friend.

And if this is the army
you're bringing into battle,

then trust me, you need all
the friends you can get.

He's serious.

-You a father?
-Mm-mmm.

Then why are you
asking questions

you already know the answer to?

Dwight.
How you doing?

How you doing?
Mark.

Let's hit it, Mark.
Come on!

MAN: So, the New York girl
comes to Oklahoma

to fight the bad guys.

Yeah, just like
in the fairy tales.

Mm.

You're pretty.

[chuckles]

So, what's your story, Colton?

What you see
is what you get.

Oh, really?
Okay, yeah, well, what is that?

-Good time with a good guy.
-Are you a good guy?

I like to think I am.

All right.

Come on the show's
almost over.

We should go on ahead in.
What's going on?

Ashpet, let 'em collect
our money first.

-Dwight?
-Yeah.

There's twelve of them.

That's my lucky fucking number.

There's only eight of us.

You seriously
counting yourself?

Dwight, tell me you have a plan
that doesn't involve

me getting punched
in the face again.

I got a plan, relax.

I'd like to propose something.

Sure, Fred, what is it?

Clint and I are gonna go in,

rile 'em up,
start talking shit.

-Wait, wait, wait.
-Shut up. All right.

When they advance on us,
we give a signal, okay?

Y'all come in from the flank
and you can take them out

at the fucking knees, all right?

-I like it, Fred.
-Right?

-Yeah.
-No!

Dwight, please tell me
you have an actual plan.

The general's got a plan, Bodhi.

The Art of War
states that eventually

each man has gotta grow
a set of balls.

Let's go, my children.

* War, huh, yeah *

* What is it good for? *

* Absolutely nothing *

* Uh huh *

* War, huh, yeah *

* What is it good for? *

* Absolutely nothing *

* Say it again, y'all *

* War, huh, look out *

* What is it good for? *

* Absolutely nothing,
listen to me *

* Oh, war, I despise *

-Hey.
-Hey.

* 'Cause it means destruction
of innocent lives *

* War means tears to thousands
of mother's eyes *

* When their sons
go off to fight *

* And lose their lives *

* I said war, huh *

* Good God, y'all *

* What is it good for? *

* Absolutely nothing,
just say it again *

* War (whoa), huh (oh Lord) *

* What is it good for? *

* Absolutely nothing,
listen to me *

* War, it ain't nothing
but a heartbreaker *

* War, friend only
to the undertaker *

* Oh, war, it's an enemy
to all mankind *

* The thought of war
blows my mind *

* War has caused unrest *

* Within the younger
generation *

* Induction then destruction *

* Who wants to die? *

* Oh, war *

* Good God, y'all *

[panting]

* What is it good for? *

* Absolutely nothing *

* Say it, say it, say it *

* War (uh-huh),
huh (yeah, huh) *

-[grunting]
-[punches landing]

* Absolutely nothing *

[yelling]

* It ain't nothing
but a heart breaker *

* War, it's got one friend,
that's the undertaker *

* Oh, war *

* Has shattered
many a young man's dreams *

* Made him disabled,
bitter and mean *

Thanks, Mickey Mantle.

* To spend fighting
wars each day *

* War can't give life *

* It can only take it away, oh *

* War, huh, good God, y'all *

* What is it good for? *

* Absolutely nothing *

* Say it again *

* War, oh Lord *

* What is it good for *

* You tell me *

* Say it, say it,
say it, say it *

* War, huh,
good God, y'all *

* What is it good for **

I gotta get home.

You're not gonna
finish your beer?

Cheers.

I'm afraid
this isn't the bonding moment

you think it is, son.

DWIGHT: Mark.

Thank you
for your participation.

Here you go.

All right.

You always have a home, Tyson,

unless you choose not to.

So, make your choice.

-Tonight was actually...
-Cathartic.

I'm gonna head home,
if that's all right.

Hold up.

Should probably put that
towards what I owe you.

No, no, no, here.
That's apples, this is oranges.

Buy a new lawnmower.

-Armand.
-Yes?

Our arrangement still holds.

[groans softly]

Fuck.

[cell phone rings]

-Hey.
-Hey. I'm sorry,

I know it's really early.

No, it's okay.
I'm here, I'm fine.

If you want to talk to Joe,
I think it's best

-that you do it right now.
-Yeah, okay.

-Can he talk?
-No.

But everyone's
on their way over.

He's dying, Dwight.
He's shutting down.

Our brother Joe is dying.

He can hear us,
so you-- you just talk.

And he squeezed my hand before
when I asked him

if he wanted me
to call you.

Just talk to him.
He's your little brother.

[sighs]
Okay.

Hey, Joey.

Joe.
It's your brother, Dwight.

Hey, I'm sorry
you're not feeling good.

I'm sorry about a lot of things.

I was thinking
the other day about Easter.

You remember that time

Pops had us pick up some
of those anise cookies?

From Mrs. Milano?

And I took that shortcut.

There was-- there was this guy.

He was heavy set, you know...

dressed in white, you know,
white beard, white hair.

Do you remember
what you asked him?

JOANNE:
Yes. Look, he hears you.

You asked him if he was God.

Remember what he said?

We were both standing there,
looking at him like a mirage.

And he said,
"Well, if you say I'm God,

when you saw him,
then that's who he must be."

Anyway...

if you see this guy...

I think he's okay.

And I think
you should go with him.

And...

you and me...

we'll catch up later, Joe.

[sighs]

CLARA: Manny, where the hell
have you been all night?

Get back in the house.
Larry!

Larry.

[dog barking]

[spitting]

* I ain't gonna stop
just because I get old *

We have that Zoom meeting
with that real estate agent

-in five minutes.
-We already have a home.

* And doing what I'm told *

* I'll be six feet deep
before I get cold *

What are you looking at?

I'm thinking about
dyeing my hair.

-What color?
-Amber.

[chuckles]

So, do it.
Go ahead, be yourself.

-Why not?
-Be myself.

Be yourself.

I like that.
Be myself.

and I used to think about
the good old days...

the good old days
were not really that good.

Now, I realize what I missed--

seeing my daughter grow up,
get married.

And she did all that
without me protecting her.

Black Macadam, they'll kill
anyone that gets in their way.

DWIGHT: So, that's what
a good father does--

protects the ones
they're responsible for.