03x02 - The Fifty

[bunniefuu]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

I know you.

Not like you're going to.

I got the call from Quiet Ray.
It's time.

[QUIET RAY] What you're
doing now out in Tulsa.

It's time to share.

[MITCH] An old girlfriend of mine...

her and her father are having
a problem with their distillery.

It's being strong-armed
by a guy named Dunmire.

That son of a b*tch
is the tyrant of Tulsa.

Let me handle him.

[BEVILAQUA] One of your f*cking
idiots pulled some weird sh*t

with my man in the f*cking weed shop,
put a g*n in his face.

Because your man shot his best friend.

You get what you were owed?

That's not the point.

Actually, it is.

But when I shook Dunmire's hand,

I tied my own.

When I partner with someone,

their enemy is my enemy.

So, what do you say?

[THEODORE] Dunmire will react.

- Oh! No! Wait.
- Get in there!

[THEODORE SCREAMING]

[CAR DOORS CLOSE]

It's beyond a bad way to go out.

[CAR DOOR CLOSES]

[ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC]

[DWIGHT] You think this punk had
something to do with this, alone?

What the f*ck was his name?

Cole?

Yeah. Cole.

I don't know.

But I do know that boy don't take a piss

without his daddy
telling him whose lawn.

Man, I've made some threats in my life,

like "I'll burn your house down
with you in it,"

but it was just idle bullshit.

This is sick.

Dixie Mafia boys don't f*ck around.

Like we do?

[PERCUSSIVE, UPBEAT MUSIC]

♪♪♪

- [ORGAN MUSIC PLAYING]
- [QUIET CHATTER]

[GOODIE] Excuse me.

Pardon me. Excuse me.

Excuse me. Pardon me.

- Hey, sorry I'm late.
- Good...

- What the hell is that?
- Eh...

- That's a horseshoe.
- I know it's a horseshoe.

He wasn't a f*cking jockey, you idiot.

They're running the Georgia Classic.

This is all they had.

A-And listen, uh,
not to change the subject,

but, uh, we got a problem.

Armand's gone on a f*cking tear,

doing amends with that AA bullshit.

And that little backstabbing
weasel talking amends

is him talking about sh*t he shouldn't.

And I'm telling you, if New York
hears about the distillery...

Enough with the New York.
Where's Armand now?

Radio silence.
Little sh*t's gone off the grid.

Well, you can't have him
stringing along.

- You got to pick him up.
- Of course.

What were you thinking? Seriously?

Why don't you take this outside
and bury it?

- [GRUNTS]
- It's embarrassing, man.

It could've been pink.

You don't feel foolish?

A little bit.

[DWIGHT] Margaret.

You look beautiful.

And of course, you do, too, Joanne.

Yeah. Yep, yep.

There's a big crowd here.
I didn't expect that.

Mm, well, Montague was popular.

Family goes way back. Generations.

Shall we pay our respects?

[SIGHS]

- What?
- It's just that ever since

I saw my brother in the box,
it's hard for me to get close.

Maybe it's subconscious. [CHUCKLES]

I get it.

sh*t. Dunmire.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

The ba*ls on this guy.

Tough way to go out.

It hurts just to burn your finger.

Imagine your whole body.

Manfredi, right?

You know me?

Yes, I know who you are.

And I concur. It is a genuine tragedy.

I heard you and their family
were pretty tight.

Close.

That's not your concern.

No, but you are.

I'm not the type of man
that you want to f*ck with.

We have that in common.

And if you think you're gonna do to me

what you did to your friend over there,

it's gonna be really

f*cking difficult.

[LAUGHS SOFTLY]

That's slanderous talk, Dwight.

Unless it isn't.

Now, what's stopping me

from shutting
that distillery down again?

So, I'm gonna make you an offer,

take it off your hands.

- Not interested.
- I'll give you three times

what you paid that dead man.

Three times?

Still... not interested.

This business requires sound judgement.

Not the foul hand of a bottom-feeder.

You ain't no distiller, Manfredi.

[CLEO] What are you doing here?

[TENSE MUSIC]

- Get out of here. Leave!
- [PEOPLE GASPING]

I know it was you, you b*stard!

I know you don't mean that, darling.

Hey.

Don't f*cking touch her.

That'll cost you, cowboy.

Let's go.

Oh. You want me to do that?

I know how to do this.

- Oh, yeah? All right. Okay.
- Yeah.

Cigar at eight o'clock in the morning?

Hey.

Did you get the goods on Dunmire?

Yeah, I was up all night.

I found the title for the distillery.

- Yeah? And the P&Ls?
- Yeah.

This guy hasn't made
a profit for ten years.

What about the back stock?

Maybe 100 grand of the 12-year.

Which they couldn't
sell, either, you know?

'Cause there's no distributor.

Did you happen to know it's ill*gal

for a distiller to sell direct?

- Yeah, I did know.
- No, you didn't.

- Yeah, I f*cking knew.
- No, you didn't, Joanne.

Come on. Alway...
"I always know everything."

- You don't know everything.
- [CLEARS THROAT]

Well, anyway, we're stuck with

all these cases that we can't
put on the shelves,

plus, a lot of new enemies,
so what's going on?

Maybe we take the money
that Dunmire offered

- Mm.
- and we build

- our own distillery.
- [MOANING]

Mm-mmm. No, there's no way. No way.

I don't have enough time.
I'm too ancient.

Plus, this guy offered me
triple for what I paid

after I insulted the hell out of him,

so it tells me
it's got to be worth more.

That's what it tells me.
What do you think?

Tells me we should've gone into
the funeral parlor business.

- Funny.
- Coffee?

Why not? Take a shot at it.

[ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC]

[CAR DOOR OPENS]

That poor man.

This is tragic.

Yeah. Mitch, who's the guy in the hat?

Insurance adjuster.

- Mm.
- Said a log

rolled out of the fire, caught the rug.

- Mm-hmm.
- Human error.

Yeah, give me a break.

Well?

They're not gonna pay.

Dunmire's got the whole county
in his pocket.

Cops, fire inspector, that as*h*le,

the g*dd*mn governor. Pathetic.

Yeah, but he couldn't buy your father.

Look at the results.

Cleo, can I ask you to, like,

dig down, memory-wise?

Dunmire... I don't think he cared
about buying the distillery,

but he was willing to pay
three times the amount,

which is food for thought.

I'm curious...

I'm just asking...

do you know something
that we don't know?

[DWIGHT] Damn.

Whoa.

These ain't bodies.

My dad's 50-year.

Came of age this spring.


made by a master distiller?

It doesn't get any rarer than this.

[CLEO] Nope. My father made
this with his father and grandfather,

and this vintage
was the best of the best.

Bit of a legend in these parts.

Dunmire suspected it existed,

just didn't know where it was stashed.

That's planning ahead.

I only just found out about it
when my dad's lawyer

sent me his will.

You know, a 50-year-old bourbon

can go for five grand a bottle.

What do you say you have
in here, a hundred barrels?

- Two hundred.
- Two hundred?

And there's a 150 bottles
per barrel, so that's...

- Big money.
- $150 million, to be exact.

Holy sh*t.

Yeah, you can say that again.
$150 million.

[UPBEAT MUSIC]

[CLEO] Okay.

Here we are.

[COUGHS] Uh-huh.

Cooker and fermenter.

That there is the still.

I remember the grain handler
used to be out back.

Lot of fond memories behind that thing.

I suggest shutting up, Mitch.

Good idea, Mitch.

And this is where the magic happens.

Well, happened.

Uh, broken conveyor.

I don't know what half that junk is.

These are the bottling lines.

[MITCH] Well, what used to
be the bottling lines, damn rats.

Shuttered distillery 101:

barrels to bungholes to not bottling.

[GRACE] Bungholes?

- That sounds dirty.
- Did you say "bunghole"?

Boss don't like the word "bunghole."

I don't like the word "bunghole."

You got ladies here. A little respect.

A bunghole is a circular incision bored

into a sealed barrel to allow
for the release of its contents.

That's all. Moving on.

Dwight, look.

Weed is up tenfold,
and the casino twice that.

Do we really need
some mold-infested firetrap?

There's history here.
This is where it all started, Bodhi.

You know, you got booze, moonshine,

most likely started by the Italians.

[BODHI] The hard stuff,

wasn't that English, Scottish, Irish?

The Italians brought breadsticks.

[CHUCKLES]

[TYSON] I just don't get it.

If it was so profitable,
why-why did it go broke?

[CLEO] Dunmire k*lled the competition,

made sure every other
distributor wouldn't touch us.

But he was sitting
on some bread, though, right?

My father was eccentric.

He agreed to sell the distillery
but not our home or legacy.

He'd rather see the 50 stay
buried than in Dunmire's hands.

So Dunmire f*cked it.

And we unfuck it.

Ah, the grand unfuckening.

[DWIGHT] Yeah, there you go.

Why don't we get this stuff
into bottles,

put the bottles on the shelf

and put the cash in the bank

before Dunmire and his guys get wise?

Distribution?

I got that. Don't worry about it.

Anybody know a good plumber?

I dabble in crypto and weed,

but plungers, not so much.

Hell y'all looking at me for?

Oh, y'all serious?

Y-Y'all know Pops not about to be doing

- these type of schemes anymore.
- [MITCH] It's not a scheme.

It's a legit business, Tyson.

No b*ll*ts. Real enterprise.

Talk to your father.

Cleo, out of all the local distributors,

who would you say is the friendliest?

Walden Eustice.

One more time?

Walden Eustice.

[CHUCKLES] Walden?

Is there anyone in this state
with a normal name?

Like Dwight?

Would anyone else like to share?

[PLAYFUL MUSIC]

Welcome, son.

Hello. Uh, my name is Goodie,

and I'm looking for an alcoholic.

A beady-eyed, Lollipop Guild-
looking m*therf*cker.

Uh, well, uh, Al-Anon meetings

are on Wednesdays.

No, no, no.
This is the right f*cking place.

[ALL] Hello, Goodie.

His name is Armand.

A weaselly piece of sh*t.

And I know he's been coming
here, sh**ting his mouth off,

saying things he shouldn't,

pissing off the wrong people.

This skid mark lost his wife...

...his kids.

He broke into the count room

of an associate's casino

and stole a half a million bucks.

He tried to whack our boss.

Can you imagine this drunken sh*t-burger

with loaded g*n in hand?

[ALL GASPING]

What? No, people, come on.

What?

And I thought this was a safe space.

[SIGHS]

Anyway,

point being, he's AWOL.

So, if you see this friggin' dope...

...please ask him to return to the fold.

- [HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING]
- [CAR APPROACHING]

- [MUSIC STOPS]
- [CAR DOOR OPENS]

[CAR DOOR CLOSES]

Got a little proposition
for you, Pop, all right?

Dwight got a little, uh,

plumbing issue over at his new business.

The new business
where the previous owner

burned up in his own home?

But that's not his fault,
though, you know?

He ain't got nothing to do with that.

- Come on, now.
- I didn't say it was, all right?

But I got a pretty good idea
whose fault it was,

and I don't want to have
anything to do with him, either.

But it's paying. Probably more
than what you're making

with that little old plunger.

Dwight ain't even got
nothing to do with it.

It's Joanne. She's running things now.

It's her name
on that distillery license.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

And why is that?

No, I'm sorry, son, but no.

All right? Getting blown up once
is enough for me. I'm good.

Yeah, I told them
you would say no, I mean...

I'll see you Sunday.

See you Sunday.

[HOUSE DOOR OPENS]

[CAR DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

- [HOUSE DOOR CLOSES]
- [HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING]

He didn't want to stay
to say hi to his mama?

[SIGHS] He asked me to do some work

on Dwight Manfredi's new distillery.

[CHUCKLES]

I think you should do it.

Well, that's a change of tune.

Yeah, maybe.

But I'm more worried about our son

than Dwight Manfredi.

Take this job.

Means you can keep an eye on him.

Yes, ma'am.

[INTRIGUING MUSIC]

Are you Walden?

That'd be right.

- Can I help you?
- Yeah.

I'm Dwight Manfredi,
and we're representing

this Montague bourbon,

which we consider the best in the state.

- Right, Mitch?
- Right.

Yeah, I know the 12-year very well.

So, then you know

that it's top-shelf.

I'm sorry, fellas, but, uh,

my shelves are full, uh, top and bottom,

and I don't broker
in boutique batch anymore.

Oh, that's funny,
'cause up until three years ago,

you were Montague's only distributor.

Markets change, you know?

The people... they want
hard seltzer, mezcal,

gluten-free.

- Gluten-free?
- [MITCH] Well, looks to me

like people are mostly happy

with what Dunmire has to offer.

Well, Dunmire's a great brand.

What are you so worried about?

He reach out to you?

- H-He's a...
- He's what?

A serious man?

He tell you about us?

[WALDEN] I-I don't know...

Look, fellas, I got to live here.

Mm. Everybody's got
to live somewhere, right?

Bigfoot, come here. You still
like that "psychology" stuff?

- I do.
- Give it a shot with Walden.

Hello.

Walden, is it? Like the pond.

Yeah, I guess, yeah.

I'd like to talk about
how you're feeling now.

What? What? What I'm fee...
Uh, I'm feeling scared.

Maybe a bit hopeless?

[WHISPERS] I don't want to get hurt.

[BIGFOOT] Oh. You think

I'm trying to hurt you.

Walden.

I know you got problems. I get that.

But we're gonna help you out
with this "Dun-meer" guy.

- "Dun-mire."
- Whatever.

And you're gonna help us
get distribution

for our bourbon, right?

Right. [CHUCKLES]

[DWIGHT] Walden, you don't mind

if we take a few samples on the way out?

Of course. Whatever you would like.

Just... help yourselves.

[DWIGHT] "Dun-meer"?

- [MITCH] "Dun-mire."
- "Dun-mire." Whatever.

Mitch?

Not who you were expecting?

What do you want, Cole?

[GATE SQUEAKS CLOSED]

I'm sorry for the
misunderstanding at the memorial.

I didn't mean for that to happen.

Then you shouldn't have
f*cking been there.

Come on, Cleo.

It's always been you and me,
since grade school.

Just leave.

Now, what the hell
does Mitch have that I don't?

A conscience?

Well, I had nothing to do
with your father's death.

[DARK MUSIC]

A tragedy, it was, but it weren't me.

No?

Tulsa's a small town, Cole.

Your guys were sh**ting their mouths off

about the Dunmires
"teaching Montague a lesson."

Words, Cleo.

[CHUCKLES] Just words.

Here's a few more words.

You're gonna pay for this.

There's more than one way
to pay off a debt.

And I swear to you...

...on all daddies living and dead...

...that you won't regret it.

Me and you?

[SCOFFS]

[CHUCKLES]

I'd rather be dead.

Now get the f*ck off my property.

The last I checked,
ain't your property anymore.

It's Dwight Manfredi's.

But it won't be his
for much longer, either.

Overcompensating, are we?

[VEHICLE DOORS CLOSING]

Where the f*ck's Dwight?

Oh, you got yourself a new hobby.

That's nice. Yeah, it's good.

Keep yourself occupied, it's good,

except you forgot to tell
your partner, f*ck' me.

Get why you cut out New York, but me?

I mean, what'd you think...

I wasn't gonna f*cking hear
about this, Dwight?

Calm down, Bill, okay?

Didn't I just give you a call?

I heard things, rumors,
before the call, Dwight.

Look, you got to trust me.

Trust you? I trust you like I
trust a f*cking rattlesnake.

- A snake?
- You called me because

you need f*cking backup
for this Geek Squad of yours.

- Right?
- That's not why you're here.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

Dunmire? Let me tell you something.

Dunmire makes that f*cking
chow mein-eating Ming look

like a f*cking tooth fairy.

He's f*cking connected, Dwight.

Dixie f*cking Mafia.
It is no f*cking joke.

What kind of crew you got here?

You don't even have one Italian.

You got a kid who's more
concerned about his sneakers

than he is finding a drop,

and that-that... that Kumbaya stoner,

he put a g*n in my guy's face,
in his face!

It's a bad look,

a bad f*cking look.

We need distribution.

I don't take orders from him,

I'm certainly not gonna take
orders from you, sweetheart.

Hey, Joanne is part of this.

When she speaks, it's me speaking.

Joanne, speak.

You got trucks
for your laundry business.

We're gonna use 'em
to put liquor on shelves.

And, no, this is not sharing
with New York City.

This is straight-up Tulsa-K.C.

What's my cut?

You got to put bottles
on the shelf, man.

You got to work for your money.
This don't come free.

Fifty percent.

No. It's too much.

You're pushing it.

- Oh, yeah?
- [BEVILAQUA] Yeah.

What happened to fifty-fifty, Dwight?

That was for the weed, not the booze.

Here, let me give you
something you might understand.

How about 100% of 25%,

not including deliveries?

Fifteen percent if you do volume.

Under that, it's a sliding scale.

Fifteen percent? What is this,
a f*cking joke, 15%?

We found this opportunity,

we paid for it,
and we're working for it.

What the hell's the matter with you?

You know, come to think of it,


I'm thinking seven and a half.

Seven and a half? What, is that
what you weighed at birth?

Take it or f*cking leave it.

I get back to yous.

He'll take it.

[PHONE VIBRATES]

Yeah?

Bill, it's Vince.

Just checking in.

Why?

Things slowed down around here.

Just wondering,

you know, any opportunities in K.C.?

Well, I could use a bit
of old school about now.

Manfredi's running a sloppy operation.

- The weed?
- No. Booze.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

Coz, I got your back. I'm ready to earn.

I'm going crazy over here. f*cking

Gen X, Gen Z, Gen "go f*ck yourself"

telling me about lactose intolerance.

All right, let me see what I can do.

All right? Keep your buzzer on.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Why do you hate us?

[JOHNNY] 'Cause you order
the melanzana with no cheese.

It's not natural.

[MAN] Two cannolis, sir?

["WORK CONQUERS ALL"
BY AMERICAN AQUARIUM PLAYING]

[TYSON] Whoa. Oh.

The cavalry has arrived. [CHUCKLES]

Oh, man. I knew
you'd come through for us, Pops.

Look at you. This... Uh, Joanne.

- Joanne, this is my pops.
- Ms. Manfredi, pleasure.

- Heard a lot about you.
- Nice to meet you.

You got a good kid here.

- Well, he has his moments.
- Mm-hmm.

- So let's get this going.
- Yeah, let's do it.

Right up here.

♪ Granddaddy told me ♪

♪ He said, "Boy,
you're the lost generation" ♪

♪ So I packed my bags
with what little I had... ♪

Good luck on that, big fella.

So, what, are you gonna
kiss and make up?

- Negative.
- Dwight said...

No g*ns. I'm aware.

There are some fates
worse than a b*llet.

[SCOFFS] Of course there are.

Mirroring his phone,
hacking his online identity.

I'll see everything he sees,
know everything he knows.

Every doom scroll, I'll be there.

Every key stroke, I'll be there.

Lost Postmates, Pornhub handy...

Ugh. I don't want to be there.

I will control every aspect of his life.

I will make him suffer so much,

he'll wish I did pull that trigger.

Hey, uh,

Bill says I got to make peace, so, uh,

how's about no f*cking g*n
in my face no more?

Bygones.

Sounds good, whatever Bill says.

I mean...

one should never aspire
to sh**t their coworker, right?

All right.

For real, don't do anything stupid.

Did you not just hear my plan?

[VEHICLE APPROACHING]

- [COLE] Dad.
- Busy.

I just got a call from Walden Eustice,

the distributor.

I know who Walden Eustice is.

Know, Manfredi was there.

And Mitch Keller.

What are they selling?

They said it was back stock, 12-Year.

No, but it gets worse.

Bevilaqua was
at the Montague distillery.

Well, that's not not smart.

Bevilaqua... he's got
transpo and soldiers.

That's right.

He can do the selling.

Now, you want me to have a word?

Nah, nah.

Ah, keep it closer to home.

Someone Manfredi cares about.

They'll never know who hit 'em.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

[TRUCK DOOR CLOSES]

[ENGINE STARTS]

Jeremiah.

What to uh,

what do I owe the pleasure?

Pleasure's mine, sir.

Mine and your other visitor.

Look, I called right away,
soon as he left.

Why does he think you're in play?

He-he doesn't.

I-I'm not.

Well, you're the only person
the man paid a visit to.

I am not doing business with him.

I swear.

And you never will.

Whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Hey! Hold on! [GROANING] No.

♪ "Nothin' Holds Me Down"
by Ryan Bingham playing ♪

♪ Down and out by the Kum & Go ♪

♪ Countin' out my change ♪

♪ Hustle up another dime or two ♪

♪ Get ready for the passin' lane ♪

♪ Got a long way to go ♪

♪ A fast horse to ride ♪

♪ And nothing holdin' me down ♪

♪ Don't you worry, mama ♪

♪ I'll call you on telephone ♪

♪ Don't ask me where I'm goin' ♪

♪ All I know is where I've gone ♪

♪ Nothing holdin' me down... ♪

- Whoa!
- Grace, grab a bin!

♪ The riverboat, she prayed ♪

♪ Said I heard of Jesus... ♪

And that is a bunghole.

♪ I got a long way to go ♪

♪ A fast horse to ride ♪

♪ Nothing holdin' me down... ♪

[DWIGHT] Ladies and gentlemen,

a toast to the 50.

- [CHEERING]
- Cent'Anni!

Why's all this sh*t
so important to you, son?

The fancy car,

the silly glasses.

I mean, you didn't-you didn't grow up

with labels and things.

Couldn't even afford it, though, Pop.

Or we made a choice

to prioritize what's real.

That wasn't, you know,
disrespect to you and Mom

or nothing like that.
I never wanted for anything,

but now I do.

These labels show me that
I'm on the come-up in the world.

That I'm somebody now.

You think those shades
say you're somebody?

You here, ain't you?

I mean, you a part
of something for real now.

I'm here

because your mother
doesn't recognize you anymore.

No matter how loud

you think some labels are
screaming out your name.

[THRESHER]
I got to hand it to you, Dwight.

A distillery.

Can't accuse you of having idle hands.

Yeah, well,

boredom's a sin.

Is that why you're running for governor,

because you're bored?

Boredom's more of a curse.

I'm running because

I want to help the good people
of Oklahoma.

[LAUGHS] You...

You better get a better, uh,
what do you call it, a speech writer,

because this sincere bit

is a bad fit there, Thresher.

Why am I here, Dwight?

- Bourbon trail?
- Mm-mmm.

Surely you didn't go through all
this trouble to fix me a drink.

No.

"Campaign." It's interesting.

You don't approve?

No, I do approve,
but I'm putting you on notice.

Ah-ha. [LAUGHS]

Oh, here we go.

Don't I have to win first
before the corruption starts?

'Course you're gonna win
because you were born

with a big horseshoe way up your a*s.

And perhaps you'll be cordial enough

when you win to pick up my phone calls

and maybe throw a favor my way, right?

A favor?

- Mm.
- Huh.

You know, I hear Jeremiah
Dunmire's not too pleased

with your new enterprise.

Having a politician in your pocket...

is that your way
of telling him to f*ck off?

[CHUCKLES]

Oh, man.

[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC]

If you know what's good for you...

and I know you don't...

we're gonna pick up
exactly where we left off.

Partners.

Don't I have to win first
before the threats start?

No, I'm not threatening.
Listen, I'm proud of you.

Running for office with all
those skeletons in your closet,

and the biggest one being...

me.

And I got the key to that closet.

Good luck there.

Ciao.

Hey, partner?

Mm.

f*ck yourself.

Back at you, gov.

Thanks for the drink.

- I ain't hungry.
- You sure?

[BABE] No, I'm just being decent.

- Your chili sucks.
- [CLEO CHUCKLES]

Them's fighting words.

Well, that's the only
kind of words I know.

- [LAUGHING]
- I wasn't... Don't start.

- I was just helping you up.
- Ah, good night, Cleo.

If I was you, I'd order

- some pizza.
- Yeah. Yeah. [MUTTERS]

- [BABE CHUCKLES] Yeah.
- Get good rest, Babe.

- [MITCH] You good?
- Yeah, I'm good. I'm good.

You sure it's okay... me crashing here?

Of course it's okay.

As long as you can handle
a nice little dose of crazy.

[CHUCKLES]

[VEHICLE APPROACHING]

[EERIE MUSIC]

[GRUNTING]

Oh! Motherf...

[GRUNTING CONTINUES]

[SCREAMS]

Huh?

[TWO SHOTS]

[SINISTER MUSIC]

Is it done?

It was dark.

Thought he had a g*n.

[GROANS]

Come here.

Come here.

Well, let me see what you did.

I'm sorry.

[JEREMIAH] Let me see it
in the light, there.

Ooh, that's good.

Now I need a hospital, huh?

[GROANS SOFTLY]

Dad.

[STEAM HISSES]

[SCREAMS] No!

Don't! Don't! Don't...

[SCREAMING, WHIMPERING]

I got a feeling this sh*t's
all about to get worse.

You don't have to stay.

If I was a betting man, which I am,

I'd say it's probably best
that you didn't.

I'm the only one left, Mitch.

Last Montague standing.

Never even had cousins. [CHUCKLES]

Around these parts,
that's a little weird.

[CHUCKLES]

Mm. That's who we were.

Are.

Weird.

This ain't your fight.

Kind of is.

My father's f*cked-up legacy
is my f*cked-up legacy.

I can't let him be forgotten.

I think that's what he'd want.

You know what he wouldn't want?

I can take a good g*dd*mn guess.

[MITCH LAUGHING]

["ON MY WAY DOWN"
BY TREVOR HANKS PLAYING]

[PHONE VIBRATES]

♪ I know there's something
I could do right now ♪

♪ And I could do it so proud
and I can do it... ♪

- Skipper?
- Yeah.

You find Armand?

- No, but I spoke to his wife.
- How's Clara?

I don't know how
the little douchebag did it,

but, uh, the "amends" sh*t worked.

She's letting him see the kids.

Well, mystery solved.

Little road trip to the Rockies,
that's nice.

You know what, get her some flow...

Look who I'm talking to.
You're not getting

anyone any flowers anymore.

Just get her some chocolate.
Can't screw that up.

You're not gonna let that go, are you?

You know I'm not.

[MENACING MUSIC]

Bigfoot.

I'll stay.

It's all right. I got this.

Guess this means you rejected my offer.

Squandered opportunities, Mr. Manfredi.

Squandered opportunities.

Why don't we have a seat
so I can tell you

all the reasons I dislike you?

Hmm? [CHUCKLES]

[JACE] Come on, girl.

Come on back in. Dance with me.

I don't want to dance with you.
I've been working all night.

Just leave me the f*ck alone.

[JACE] I know you want to be with me.

Just go home.

[GRUNTS, GASPS] Jace, stop.

You're hurting me.

[GRUNTS]

[GROANING]

Was he anything to you?

Not anymore.

Aah!

[GROANING]

What's your name?

Cole.

You okay?

I am now.

[CAR ALARM CHIRPS]

[FOREBODING MUSIC]

It is tedious.

What is?

Your flagrant disrespect

for the way things is done around here.

Place my kin have called home
since before you were

a misguided, filthy impulse
on your daddy's night off.

Your kin should have taught you manners.

They taught me honor.

So, given your intrusion...

...I am obligated to destroy
everything you have built

and everyone you love,

piece by piece, limb by limb,

for my

and my descendants' sake.

Hmm.

Let me give you the facts of life.

When it comes to money... hey,

money's money. Who cares?

But when it comes to my people,
and you hurt them...

...I will snatch away
your meaningless existence

and everything that you

and your descendants built.

And the thing is,
I'm gonna have fun doing it.

- Big talk.
- No.

It's honest talk.

I mean, let's face it, you come in here,

into my place, thinking
you're gonna make some kind

of "f*ck you" statement.

But that ain't it, is it?

Not really.

You're here because for the first time,

maybe forever,

you're scared.

Your empire is in danger, Dunmire.

You have sway in Oklahoma,

maybe three surrounding states.

Whatever. Who gives a sh*t?

But... I'm gonna take it from you.

All of it. Every bit.

Then ten more, then 20 more,

then the whole g*dd*mn country

on the back of what you

and your kin built.

You see,

I'm just getting started.

[CHUCKLES]

Well...

Every man must do
two things alone, Manfredi.

Got to do his own believing,

even if that leads to hell,

and he's got to do his own dying.

I'll be watching both.

♪♪♪

[PERCUSSIVE, UPBEAT MUSIC]