02x01 - Back in the Saddle

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♪ MTV ♪

[SLOW, SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[DWIGHT] When I was 17,

I wanted to be a gangster.

I married this life, and now...

Tulsa.

What the f*ck are you talking about?

[CHICKIE] I want you to go there,

plant the flag, get it set up.

Who runs this neighborhood?

No crew up in here. You
in the middle of nowhere.

You drive for me now.

My gangsta. [LAUGHS]

You make the money and
I make sure you keep it.

Do we have a deal?

Do I have a choice?

Absolutely not.

[UPBEAT, EXCITING MUSIC]

Evening. What'll it be?

Well, I assume you don't have Chianti.

You assume correctly.

Hey, Black Suit.

- I had a good time.
- Maybe I'll see you around.

I was wondering

if I could buy you dinner tonight.

[PAUL] After this light,

I'll have you pull
over and make a K-turn.

Stay down!

You tried to put a b*llet in my head.

You work for me now, understand?

- I heard you called Tina.
- [TINA] When you went away,

Ma didn't have so much
as a checking account.

I want to make it up to you.

- Where you been?
- [BODHI] Getting interrogated and raided

- by the feds.
- We partner up. You, me and Mitch.

[BODHI] A casino?

You really want to keep
working for this as*h*le?

You got three seconds
to make up your mind.

Smart.

What are you doing here?

[STACY] I'm an A*F agent.

[HENDRICKS] Dwight Manfredi,
you're under arrest.

Attempted bribery of a federal agent.

[TINA] What the hell is going on?

[DWIGHT] You should ask her.

Tell me this isn't happening again.

[DWIGHT] I'm sorry, Tina.

[TENSE, DRAMATIC MUSIC]

[PROCESSING OFFICER] Skull necklace,

silver bull money clip,
turquoise bolo tie,

steer head buckle with alligator belt,

$1,840 cash...

... gold bracelet.

Long night, right?

Turn around.

Let's go, pal. Move.

[BUCK] Y'all m*therf*ckers
want to f*ck with me?

I'll kick all of your b*tch asses.

You'll be arraigned in the morning.

[BUCK] What the f*ck we got here?

The suit man.

And who the f*ck are you, m*therf*cker?

My f*cking rules. Been
in more f*cking joints,

did more time than all of
you pussies put together.

Get your a*s out of my seat
before I beat the f*ck out of you.

Hey, how you doing?

What?

Did he do that?

I don't want to talk about it.

The f*ck you looking at?

You keep eyeballing
me, I'll f*ck you up.

[SLOW, TENSE MUSIC]

That doesn't scare you?

No.

It's the quiet ones
you got to worry about.

You been to prison before?

Briefly, yeah.

What are you in for?

Energy scam.

What'd you do?

Me? I trusted the wrong person.

But f*ck that. What about "energy scam"?

How's that work?

Turbines, green energy.

I-I have a wind farm.

Got $12.5 million dollars
in government subsidies.

Nice.

So, what'd you do with the $12.5 mil?

I gambled it away.

You gambled $12.5 million dollars away?

[EXHALES]

What'd you get?

Eight years.

You'll be out in five.

Jesus, I...

[WHISPERS] I am not gonna make it.

When you go in the joint,
within the first day...

maybe even sooner...

somebody's gonna say something simple,

like, "Pass the salt."

Your response should be,
"How 'bout I pass the salt

through your f*cking eye,
out the back of your skull?"

Because if you do pass the salt,

within a week, you're
gonna be wearing a dress,

painting your nails red

and answering to the name "b*tch."

You know what I mean?

See, everything's a test.

Got to send a message.

And since Western
Union's out of business,

I send my own message.

Watch.

Hey.

[GRUNTING]

f*cking silence is golden.

Ah.

I can't do that.

No, of course not.

But you can hire somebody who can.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

[GUARD] What happened to him?

He's taking a nap.

[PERCUSSIVE, UPBEAT MUSIC]

♪

♪

I knew she was no good.

Ain't no way this wasn't gonna happen.

Scorpion and the frog.

No good deed and all that sh*t.

How did everyone let this happen?

Nobody tells your old man what to do.

He's right.

[BODHI] Well, we're gonna
need a contingency plan.

First things first, he needs a lawyer.

Tina. Wait.

Look, I know how upset you are.

It's just...

if anybody can handle
a situation like this,

it's your old man.

There's nothing to handle.

He's going back to jail.

We don't know that.

Can someone please give me
a ride back to the hotel?

Sure.

You ready?

Yes.

[MITCH] All right.

- [GRACE] Does Dwight even have a chance?
- If it's federal...

She a damn A*F agent.
Of course it's federal.

f*ck. The future's cooked.

What do you mean?

We blew away eight bikers.

You don't think the feds

are gonna dig deeper
into their whereabouts?

They're 3,700 feet down
an abandoned zinc mine,

turning into damn dust.

Grace under fire.

All right, here's the deal.

We're gonna handle this the
way it's always been handled

when the boss goes away.

What, you're calling the shots now?

I'm the only one here
who took the same oath

as Dwight, and you know what I'm saying.

Okay, am I not allowed to ask questions?

Hey, where do I fit into
this disaster goat-f*ck?

Relax. For all intents and purposes,

we're a family.

Dwight, obviously, is the boss.

In the interim, I will fill that role.

Mitch will be my number
two, or the underboss.

Yo, I ride with the man every day.

- So who's closer?
- [ARMAND] f*cking serious?

I'm Italian.

You and Dwight have issues.

The rest of you, your job is to earn

and kick up to Dwight.

Earn how?

There's opportunities everywhere.

Listen for the knocks.

Manfredi, you're up.

Finally.

Hey, uh, thanks for the advice.

[DWIGHT CHUCKLES SOFTLY]

You'll be all right.

- Harlan Thibodeaux.
- Hmm.

Hey, if you ever need
anything, you look me up.

Well, Harlan, you won't be hard to find.

[WATKINS] Mr. Manfredi, you are
charged with attempted bribery

of a federal agent in violation

of 18 U.S. Criminal Code section 201.

- How do you plead?
- Not guilty, Your Honor.

Your Honor, Mr. Manfredi has
a lengthy criminal history

and is, accordingly, a
significant flight risk.

The state hereby requests
that bail be denied

and the defendant remain
in custody pending trial.

- Mr. Henstock?
- [HENSTOCK] Well, Your Honor,

uh, seems a bit excessive.

I can tell you...

Appreciate it. I got
this. Thank you very much.

Um...

Your Honor, I'm a business owner...

Of a bar and weed store.

Which is irrelevant.

I have family here,
ties to the community.

And as for being this flight risk...

[CHUCKLES] I don't even
have a passport, Your Honor.

Can you post bail?

Sure, what are we talking about?

$3 million dollars.

Whoa. Three...

That's pretty severe, Your Honor.

Uh, excuse me, Your Honor, may I speak?

What are you doing, Tina?

Saving your a*s.

Who are you?

I'm Tina Manfredi, the
defendant's daughter.

Um, if you'd be so
kind as to grant bail,

I can put up the bond.

I own unmortgaged property.

Tina.

[WATKINS] Quiet.

If bail is set at $3 million
dollars, you'd be required

to post ten percent of that amount.

Yes, I understand.

So ordered.

You're doing pretty good, Tina.

Proud of you.

[TYSON] Oh, look, it's the
reception committee, huh?

- [REPORTERS CLAMORING]
- Yeah, that's great.

Tina, this is embarrassing.
Seriously, Tina,

- I want to talk to you about...
- Later.

- [STAMMERS]
- Mr. Manfredi.

Come on, come on,
let-let me get through.

- We're going through.
- [SHOUTING]

Get inside, honey. Get inside.

[TYSON] 'Scuse... Hey, give
the man some space, y'all.

[REPORTER] Are you here representing

the Invernizzi crime syndicate?

- [GRUNTS]
- [CLAMORING CONTINUES]

- [SHOUTING]
- [ENGINE STARTS]

Right. Okay.

Thanks for letting me know.

- Hey.
- Hey, hey. I'm almost done.

Cross-referenced firearms

and expl*sive possession
in the past two years.

Manfredi made bail.

What?

How?

He made bail.

No details yet.

[SCOFFS]

I'll have the FBI keep an eye on him.

Don't worry about it.

Oh, don't worry?

Okay, well, transfer me.
You can do that, right?

To where?

I don't know. Anywhere.

Back to where I came from.

I'll do my best.

But after all this sh*t,
you'd be a tough sell, Stacy.

♪ People ♪

♪ Say ♪

♪ That you're leaving... ♪

I'm not saying vulnerable, exactly.

It's more that people
sense a power vacuum.

What people?

People we should be concerned about.

Other families.

That's the word on the street?

So we need to be on a w*r footing.

Cooler heads, huh?

We tried that.

We're badly outnumbered, Chickie.

And with Dwight defecting,

our consiglieri getting poached...

[SCOFFS] Poached?

I left Goodie's a*s in Oklahoma

along with the rest of the cow sh*t.

Oh. He's our man in Tulsa.

That is our position.

I'm just saying,

there's chatter about infighting,

questions about what happened to Pete.

My father?

I've heard everything
from a bump on the head

to some f*cked-up oedipal scenario.

[CHICKIE] All right, look,

we got to put these rumors to rest.

I say the sooner the better.

I'm meeting Jimmy Moore down
at Clemente's Crab House.

Tell him he owes me money.

Look, I'm sorry, okay?

I'm just a little out of sorts today.

Not at all.

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR SHUTS]

Right.

Perception.

[NICKY D] What are we gonna do?

Well, we can't just go around

knocking everybody off willy-nilly.

[VINCE] Can't hesitate, either.

Money dries up, allies
abandon us, then what?

Then we do something decisive?

You want to go down fighting, huh?

It's either die in the street or
in some f*cking prison hospital.

Your dad,

God love him, he was blessed.

Just drifted off in a nice warm bath.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

Yeah.

[OPTIMISTIC MUSIC]

♪

Hey, Tyson, how's your old man?

Good. His birthday coming up.

The big six-oh.

- Six-oh. Wow.
- Yeah. [CHUCKLES]

When I was 60, I felt like I was 200.

sh*t, that's 'cause
you was in the joint.

I was in the joint.

You know, there was, uh,

this really good poet named Oscar Wilde.

He was in the pen, too.

He wrote these poems, and
I was thinking, like...

Ah, let me see.

"With midnight always in one's heart,

and twilight always in one's cell,

we turn the crank,

or tear the rope,

each in our separate Hell."

- Yes.
- I don't know what that mean.

Oh, he's talking about, "with
midnight always in one's heart,"

he's depressed.

"Twilight in one's
cell"... still depressed.

- Okay.
- "Turn the crank"...

Christ, that's, like, heavy labor.

Or "tear the rope... "

You'll never figure this one out.

A long time ago, they
used to have these ropes

covered in tar for the ships,

and you had to pull the tar
off with your bare hands.

That's hard, man. It's hard, hard labor.

And on top of that, he couldn't talk.

No talking. Imagine? You'd go crazy.

I would've went mad. Know what I mean?

- I got to talk. [LAUGHS]
- That's right. No.

Oh, my God. Hey, whoa.

Wait a minute.

You know, we're being followed.

Just started.

What are you gonna do? Let's go.

Soon as I get out of
this damn school zone.

[LAUGHS]

Tyson Mitchell,

the courteous gangster.

Hang on.

[INTRIGUING MUSIC]

♪

[COLE] Turn around up here.

- Any more questions?
- [EXHALES SHARPLY]

[CHUCKLES] There goes lunch.

- I'll lasso you a Lexus.
- [WHIP CRACKING]

Saddle you up a Subaru.

Or hog-tie you a Hummer.

Because at Donnie Shore's Auto Corral,

- we'll make a deal...
- [EAGLE CRIES]

... "Shore" enough!

COMMENTATOR: Welcome back, everyone.

[GOODIE] We got to get

the sports book up and running.

Football season's
right around the corner.

We should also be
looking at is cigarettes.

Buy truckload direct,

get some fake tax stamps.

Absolutely. That's like
a license to print money.

Between the child support
and kicking up to Dwight,

I'm gonna need a f*cking license.

It sounds like you're
sorry he made bail.

Hey, I didn't say that.

Hey, you didn't have to.

f*ck you guys.

And he's back.

Oh!

- Was there any doubt?
- [ARMAND] Not by me.

To our fearless leader.

- Welcome home.
- Thank you, Mitch.

- Appreciate it.
- Salute.

- Salute.
- Salute. Salute.

Salute.

The f*ck is that?

That is what I wanted to talk about.

That's my cousin.

His name's Michael, but he
likes to be called Bigfoot.

Bigfoot.

He looks like a f*cking cave bear.

That's one scary-looking,

tree-eating m*therf*cker right there.

Look, I just thought that we could use

a little serious beef around here.

I mean, no offense, but
what we got here's looking...

- a little frail.
- Well, hold on, now. You...

See the beef that's going on over here.

Look, your growth spurt
is well over, sport.

Least he had a f*cking growth spurt.

- [LAUGHS]
- Where's my growth spurt?

Bring him over.

Michael.

Just moved from Kentucky.

He's looking for work.
He's tough as sh*t

and he's very polite.

- [WHISPERS] Call him Bigfoot.
- Bigfoot.

Hmm. How you doing, Bigfoot?

I'm doing all right. Thank you.

So, what's your specialty?

Psychology.

Psychology?

How's that work?

I simply try to understand
people who are very rude

before I smash their heads.

[LAUGHS] I like that.

But, you know,

this sh*t around here
can get dark, very dark.

Are you willing to go there?

- Whatever it takes to feed the family, sir.
- Mm.

You're hired.

Thank you.

You won't be disappointed.

Good.

Why don't you go to the
bar and have, uh, what,

a case of beer. On me.

- Don't mind if I do.
- [CHUCKLES]

- [GROANS SOFTLY]
- [CHUCKLING]

[BIGFOOT] Cuz.

See if you can get him
a shirt with sleeves.

- I'll set him up.
- [ARMAND] How'd you make out

in there, skip... you get any sleep?

You can't get sleep in there.

It's the noisiest place
in the friggin' world.

But I had a revelation.

You know, we do scores.

And there's no such thing as bad scores.

But it's about time we
up our game, you know?

Let's just say someday
we want to go legit.

So, I come across this guy in there,

and he scammed...

scammed the government out
of $12.5 million dollars

- in subsidies on wind farms.
- [MITCH WHISTLES]

Go figure. And I thought...

"Why not us?"

You-you want us to go straight now?

Straight-ish.

Not like Al Capone, but...

kind of like these f*cking politicians.

You bend the rules.

What do you think?

There's a fine line
between who's a criminal

and who's a businessman.

Very wise man.

- Cheers.
- [ARMAND/GOODIE] Salute.

- Salute.
- Salute.

[PENSIVE MUSIC]

♪

You're looking good, Pilot.

- My God. Strong as a bull.
- [CHUCKLES]

You've been doing a great job.

- Thank you.
- Look at all the muscle.

What's he eating?

He really likes bananas.

- Bananas?
- Yeah.

So, how do you like the job?

I love it. Thank you.

[MARGARET] Why don't you saddle him up,

take him for a spin?

'Cause I don't have a death wish.

Me and Pilot have an arrangement.

I'm not gonna try to ride him

and he won't ask me for money.

Good policy.

New mare just arrived.

Cool. See you.

See you around.

Nice shoes.

Think you got more pairs than I do.

It's an addiction.

- Ha!
- It is.

Ah.

So, how have you been?

Good. You know, it's all good.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

'Cause you're all over the news.

Federal indictment.

I know. You can't listen
to that stuff, you know?

You got to think on the
bright side, Margaret.

- Oh, okay.
- Mm-hmm.

In that case,

free tomorrow night?

What'd you have in mind?

- A fundraiser.
- Aw.

[LAUGHING] The local and state Red Cross

is being sponsored by a client of mine.

- Uh-huh.
- Cal Thresher.

Am I supposed to know him?

Well, you do have something in common.

He first got super rich in oil,

and now he's a huge player

in the medical marijuana business.

- Richer than God.
- Mm.

That's rich.

Are you going to this function?

- I'm on the board.
- Hmm.

Think you can fill a table?

It's gonna be an odd
one, that's for sure.

- [CHUCKLES]
- Will you join us?

Oh, sorry.

I already bought one.

Stop by for a drink, though.

Hey, Margaret.

You are a ballbuster.

Look who's talking.

[EASYGOING MUSIC]

♪

Now, this... [SCOFFS] This is insulting.

They done swapped out the Tahoe

for this pitiful f*cking Ford Fusion?

Damn. Sh-should I lose 'em?

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

[SIGHS] Pull over.

[SIGHS]

[DWIGHT] I'm sure you guys
got better things to do

than follow me around.

Maybe catch some t*rrorists.

So, I'm gonna give you my schedule.

As long as your schedule doesn't include

a stop by the A*F office.

Are you saying I'm threatening her?

She put you away, right?

You've been warned.

[DOOR OPENS]

- [DOORS SHUT]
- [ENGINE STARTS]

- [KEYS JANGLE]
- [SIGHS]

What are you doing here?

Sit down, please.

I helped myself.

Are you here to k*ll me?

No.

I'm the only thing standing
between you and prison.

I got to say...

... when I heard you
were afraid of me...

... what I might do to you...

... I got pretty upset.

[SOFT CHUCKLE]

So, tell me, what happened?

Okay, so...

... if you're not here to hurt me...

... then why are you here?

I'm here

to look you in the eyes.

[TENSE MUSIC]

Because...

that's what serious people do.

When I was away...

... I put on this...

brave face, I guess you'd call it.

But I felt really alone.

And then I get out.

Then you came along,

and I felt something again.

And you made me think different things.

It was great.

But I knew

we would never be okay with each other

because of the lives we lead.

But I want you to know...

... I have more

respect for you...

... than almost anyone I've ever met.

I don't know what to say to that.

I'm sorry.

You don't have to say anything.

They played you.

It was not your fault.

You were...

used.

Got to go.

See you in court.

It was nice while it lasted, Stacy.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[SIGHS]

What?

So, we gonna do this dance?

I'm an accomplice?

I'm not trying to be funny, 'cause...

if I was provoked and some
sh*t like that happened to me,

I might be provoked to, I don't know,

bust a cap in her a*s.
You know what I'm saying?

I'm not that twisted.

I seen you shove a guy's
head through a bullhorn

and blast his face off.

You're a little twisted, man.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

A little twisted,
man. You're a little...

"You're a little twisted."

A little twisted.

She's fine.

- She fine? [SIGHS]
- Yeah, she's fine.

[CHUCKLES] Drive on.

- Let's get something to eat.
- [SIGHS]

[UPBEAT MUSIC]

♪

Man,

wait till you see this new place, yo.

Yo, Bodhi showed the f*ck out.

It's got a pool table, minibar.

It's got a, um, jukebox,
recording studio.

That's why I'm about to be up
in there working on my music.

[CHUCKLES] What, opera?

[SCOFFS] Man, come on, man.
Rap... bars, lyricism, poetry.

Jay-Z. They... Look,
HOV, uh, Biggie, Pac...

they all started off just like me.

Yeah, I got a rap name for you:

Serious A.D.D.

Oh, my God, man. [CHUCKLES]

I'm just breaking your ba*ls.

You know, you build a better mousetrap

and people will beat
a path to your door.

- Ralph Waldo Emerson said that.
- [SCOFFS]

- Another teachable moment?
- It is.

Like, our last joint...
it was okay, it was nice.

But the Even Higher Plane?

Now we're catering to
people's personal need.

[TYSON] Oh, personal needs.

I went to a massage parlor when
I was 15 years old. [CHUCKLES]

Catered to my personal needs,
so I know all about that.

- You know what I'm saying?
- No, that-that's disgusting.

Oh, get out of here.
Let's go check it out.

["IN-A-GADDA-DA-VIDA" BY IRON BUTTERFLY]

- No, this... No, no, no.
- g*dd*mn.

This is something else.

This is fire.

♪ In-a-gadda... ♪

- You can move your bed in here.
- I might... I might just do that.

- Right there in the living room.
- Look at this place.

This is crazy. They got robots?

Wait, robot?

They got the robots in here.

- Man.
- Don't need me.

- That's incredible.
- [LAUGHS]

You look very confident. That's nice.

What's going on?

- I'm not just a clerk anymore.
- Mm-hmm.

Bodhi made me a cannabis concierge.

Okay. Very good.

Can I interest you in a cannagar?

- Jesus.
- [LAUGHS]

Zombie fingers.

No, I don't think so.

I got to think straight.

Hey, Fred. How you doing?

- Hey, boss.
- Fred, Fred.

Are you telling me people play
chess when they're high? Really?

All the f*cking time.

I can barely play checkers.

- [CHUCKLING]
- Anyway, Tyson,

I need you to go to the tailor
shop and rent some suits.

Take the boys. Have a good time.

Something tasteful for tonight.

All I know is taste.

I'm talking about good taste.

[SCOFFS]

Hey.

Hey. Welcome home, el jefe.

- [DWIGHT] Mm.
- Hail to the conquering hero.

Oh, yeah. Tina put up my bond.

Hey, you did a great f*cking job.

Seriously.

- Yeah?
- Jefferson Starship here.

Yeah, we're ready to open.

We're just gonna finalize
the new insurance policy.

Yeah, bigger business, bigger liability.

[BODHI] The cannabis lounge

offers a higher level of exposure,

so we could be sued if
someone gets too high

and then crashes their car.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Hey, whatever happened to people
being personally responsible

for their own actions?

You're telling me this guy drives home,

walks down his hallway
and drowns in his toilet

and that's on us, that
we're liable? Come on.

Yeah. It's bullshit.

A moron can just be a moron
after leaving our place

and we could be liable.

All right. Well, get the
biggest policy you ca...

Hey!

I might have stumbled
into an opportunity, hmm?

Half-built wind turbines.

There's a tongue twister.

Sorry, how is that interesting?

Because the owner is going away

for stealing the subsidies.

If we can get these subsidies
back, that's free energy.

Which we can use...

... to power our own
hydroponic weed farm.

[IMITATES RIFF FROM
"SUNSHINE OF YOUR LOVE"]

♪ Free energy ♪

["SUNSHINE OF YOUR LOVE" BY CREAM]

- [ENTRY BELL JINGLES]
- Welcome to the Blue Dome.

[MITCH] Howdy.

And how may I assist
you gentlemen today?

We're looking for some new
outfits for a big event.

- Mm-hmm.
- Something classy.

Boss wanted us to blend in.

I assume this event is
like Comic-Con or something?

[CHUCKLES] No, it's a
fundraising event for charity.

It's very fancy.

And is there a particular
style that you're interested in?

- Classic country.
- Hip-hop smooth.

Hunter Thompson

attending Jerry Garcia's wedding.

Just something that fits, man.

Gentlemen, when I'm done with you,

you will look hotter than
a three-peckered billy goat.

["SHARP DRESSED MAN" BY ZZ TOP]

♪ Ah ♪

♪ Clean shirt, new shoes ♪

♪ And I don't know where I am going to ♪

♪ Silk suit ♪

- ♪ Black tie ♪
- ♪ Black tie ♪

♪ I don't need a reason why-y-y ♪

♪ They come running just
as fast as they can ♪

♪ 'Cause every girl ♪

♪ Crazy 'bout a sharp-dressed man ♪

Now, this sh*t, this
sh*t a vibe. I ain't...

Are we gonna head in or what?

I ain't going into that
place without the boss man.

Besides, aren't we
fashionable enough to be late?

Yeah, I know that, but, mm...

they're gonna run out of prime rib.

Well, how you know it's prime ribs?

Trust me, man. There's
prime rib in there.

Your a*s always wants some food.

- Oops.
- Damn!

- f*ck.
- That's a hell of an entrance.

[CHUCKLING]

[ARMAND] f*ck is this?

f*cking tailgate party?

Yeah. What of it?

'Cause it's a fundraiser, Zeppo,

not some skeevy Hacky Sack campground.

[VALET] Sir.

I-I can't be on the
hook for this scratch.

Scratch?

Come on. You can't even f*cking s ee it.

What, you got a little nick there?

- [ARMAND] No, no, nothing.
- No big deal?

- No, this guy's...
- Here you go, son.

- There you go.
- Those people in there,

they're gonna have a few drinks.

In a couple of hours,
they won't notice anything.

You know what I mean?

- Yes, sir.
- Okay.

Take care.

Look at this group of
distinguished gentlemen.

My God. Let me take a gander.

Very nice.

What is that thing, a bread box?

[BODHI] Mm-hmm.

[DWIGHT] What's that, a '66?

What, they had Car and
Driver in the joint?

All right, guys, you need
to be on good behavior.

There's a lot of high-level
people with high-level money,

especially this guy named Thresher.

- Who the f*ck is Thresher?
- He's who we want to be.

He runs the oil business,

and he's the largest weed
distributor in Oklahoma.

That's one guy we want
to be friends with.

- Mm.
- Okay?

- Let's do it.
- Yes, sir.

All right, guys, let's go impress.

[LIVELY MUSIC]

♪

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[SOFT JAZZ PIANO PLAYING]

Nice, nice. Nice.

I don't know where our table is.

I'll go look around. You guys mingle.

Try not to embarrass yourself.
Catch up with you later.

I'm gonna go find the
food somewhere around.

Should we get a drink?

It's either that or
stand here looking stupid.

How's my hair?

It's better than it was.

[DWIGHT] Armand.

Yeah. What is it?

Are you drunk?

I had a few earlier.

What's the big deal?

Big deal is you represent me.

Right. Hey, it's been a rough day.

- It could get rougher.
- Jesus.

Will you give me a
f*ck' break, Dwight,

and stop busting my ba*ls, please?

- What?
- Look,

I'm having problems with
the f*cking family, okay?

My wife left and took the kids,

and now I'm stuck
trying to sell the house.

Not to mention the back
child support I owe,

plus all the other sh*t. Jesus Christ.

And on top of that, you
and your f*cking debt.

You're k*lling me.

You should go.

Bigfoot,

why don't you show him the door?

I know where the f*cking door is.

[TYSON] So, uh... [INHALES]

what's that called?

Pigeon on a Stick.

Like a regular pigeon
that you see... around?

I guess so.

Right. Okay, so...

- so what's this brown stuff?
- Fried cicada.

It's like a grasshopper.

- Would you like to try some?
- Oh, no, thank you.

I had a real late lunch.

Appreciate that.

Hey there.

- Nice party.
- [CHUCKLES]

Oh, look at you.

You know, you got the kind of hair

that poets write about.

[CHUCKLING] Oh. That's a first.

Hey.

[MARGARET] Dwight, this is Cal Thresher,

the host of our evening.

How you doing?

Margaret told me you might drop by.

She told me too much about you.

Uh, Cal, stop. It wasn't... No.

[CHUCKLING] It... it...
it was just enough.

That's nice.

So, you're the man who's
gonna put me out of business.

Who said that? Cal.

No, he has a very odd sense of humor.

- Mm.
- Like I said,

Margaret told me a lot about you.

Well, that puts me at a disadvantage.

[MARGARET] Okay.

On that note, I'm going
to leave you two...

men to yourselves.

- [DWIGHT CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
- Mm-hmm.

- Nice lady.
- Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

So, I hear you're in the weed business.

Yeah. We're thinking about expanding.

This hydroponics...

getting into that a little bit.

Crowded marketplace.

You know, competition's healthy.

Well, depends who you're competing with.

- Mm.
- If it's the wrong person,

well, that could be a very
uphill battle, Mr. Manfredi.

You know my name.

Oh, I know everything about
everything around here.

Hmm.

I don't want to sound out of line,

but if I were you,

I'd stay in my own lane,

whichever one that is.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

I just got here.

What does that mean?

Is there a problem?

There wasn't.

Until there was.

My turn.

What's that supposed to mean?

I know where you come from.

You're here to take advantage, right?

Isn't that what... you people do?

- "You people"?
- Mm.

You come up here
pretending you're somebody,

all attitude, all that...

tough guy sh*t.

Hmm?

But out here,

people get swallowed up by
people that have real push.

Mm.

Mm.

By the way you're looking at me,

am I supposed to feel...

threatened?

You should.

Let's get out of here.

[MARGARET] You're leaving?

Yeah. Uh, thanks for the invitation.

Why? What happened?

I just forgot I got
a lot of things to do.

Okay.

[LIVELY JAZZ PIANO PLAYING]

♪

- [INDISTINCT CHATTER]
- [SLOT MACHINES CHIMING]

[PHONE RINGS]

Hang on. These slots
make a f*cking racket.

Life's tough these days, huh?

Chickie?

Where's Jerry?

He's here. I'm just borrowing his phone.

How come?

'Cause I wanted to talk to you.

Jerry feels, in light of you
being a disloyal piece of sh*t,

that there's a-a...
what do you call it...

a perception going around
about my leadership.

But that's on you, Chickie.
You made your decision.

Yeah, I did.

But in case you have any doubts,

I'm calling to let you know...

you shouldn't.

What are you talking about?

Say hi to Jerry.

Goodie!

Now say goodbye.

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

♪

[REPORTERS CLAMORING]

[MALE REPORTER] Mr. Manfredi,
is it true you're moving

- your mafia family to Tulsa?
- What's the reason you tried

- to bribe an A*F agent?
- Mr. Manfredi, a statement.

- Will you bring your family as well?
- What actually happened?

[CLAMORING CONTINUES]

[DWIGHT SCOFFS SOFTLY]

Time to find a new hotel.

[SIGHS]

[STARTS ENGINE]

[ENERGETIC MUSIC]

♪

[GRUNTING]

[PHONE RINGS]

Yeah.

Mr. Bevilaqua, it's Cal Thresher.

Giving you a little heads-up
about one of your brethren,

a New Yorker named Dwight Manfredi.

Yeah, I heard of him. Invernizzi family.

They call him the
General. What about him?

Well, I heard once he got out of prison,

he was chased out of New York.

So what?

So, he went west.

He set up shop here in Tulsa.

"Set up shop." What's that mean?

[THRESHER] He owns a bar, casino,

and I hear he's heavy into
the marijuana business.

[BEVILAQUA] Manfredi's doing all this?

Here?

I thought this was your territory.

Why don't you get a copy
of today's Tulsa Star,

check it out.

It's not good.

♪ From a southern part of state... ♪

[HANGS UP]

♪ Well, I'm a hardworking man ♪

♪ Who's at his wits' end ♪

♪ There's a truck in the drive
that belongs to another man ♪

♪ I've got a .45 and
my finger on the band ♪

♪ I'm a hardworking man ♪

♪ Who's at his wits' end ♪

[PERCUSSIVE, UPBEAT MUSIC]

♪