03x03 - The G and the OG

[bunniefuu]

[EXCITING, PERCUSSIVE MUSIC]

Manfredi, right?

- You know me?
- Now, what's stopping me

from shutting that
distillery down again?

I'm gonna make you an offer.

[DWIGHT] Dunmire, who's willing to pay

three times the amount.

Do you know something
that we don't know?

Bit of a legend in these parts.

My dad's 50-year.

Dunmire suspected it existed,

just didn't know where it was stashed.



Big money.



[BEVILAQUA] Dunmire?

He's f*cking connected, Dwight.

Dixie f*cking Mafia.

It is no joke.

[WALDEN GROANING]

[MUSSO] When I call, you
need to be ready to move.

Move where?

You'll know where when
you need to know where.

So, given your intrusion, I am obligated

to destroy everyone you love.

[GRUNTING]

[DWIGHT] You're here because

you're scared.

Your empire is in danger, Dunmire.

[TWO g*nshots]

I'm just getting started.

["ON THE ROAD AGAIN" BY
THE LOVIN' SPOONFUL PLAYING]

♪

♪ I woke up this morning ♪

♪ Looked around my four walls ♪

♪ And a dream told me,
"You ain't happy at all" ♪

♪ I packed up my bags, I
took my last look and then ♪

♪ Look out, pretty mama,
I'm on the road again ♪

♪ I'm on the road again ♪

♪ Just as sure as you're born ♪

♪ I'm on the road again ♪

♪ Just as sure as you're born ♪

♪ Look out, pretty mama,
I'm on the road again ♪

♪ Ah, look out, pretty
mama, I'm on the road again ♪

- Morning.
- [DWIGHT] Morning.

- Everybody here?
- Yep.

- Where's Cleo?
- She's meeting with a realtor.

The wolves are clawing at the door

left and right for that
land, burned house and all.

No, things are heating
up, that's for sure.

But we're still in the driver's seat.

We just can't do anything
that makes us vulnerable.

Nothing.

'Cause these guys are waiting

for one f*cking mistake. One.

So, my advice to you is to keep our eye

on each other, stay close.

And we got to know what
the enemy is capable of.

You have to know the enemy.

[TYSON] See, this is
just f*cked up, man.

Dunmire want to take
us all out, one by one.

He took out Montague, jumped Mitch.

[BODHI] And Armand is off the grid.

No, Armand's on his way to the Rockies.

I find him, I'd like to
throw him off the Rockies.

So, what we gonna do about Dunmire, huh?

This threat can't go unanswered.

Hey, we're gonna take care of the threat

when we know who we're fighting.

Until then, no. Capisce?

[JOANNE] All right, let's focus

on what's in front of
us: Bottling the 50.

[PHONE BUZZING]

[SLOW, SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

♪

[GOODIE] Okay.

Tyson, Grace, care to join me?

- Yeah?
- [MUSSO] I'm sending you

an address, go to it.

I'll have a car pick you up there.

Look for a white four-door.

You won't miss it.

- It's not a good time, Musso.
- What?

Not enough time to find a babysitter

for your adorable gangster squad?

It's called "being on call," Dwight,

so be on f*cking call.

You want to keep your
crew out of prison?

5220 Hoyt Street, now.

Bigfoot.

I need you to drop me somewhere.

- I got you, boss.
- Mm.

- Where you going?
- Errand to run.

- Why don't you send Goodie?
- Needs a personal touch.

[DARK, TENSE MUSIC]

♪

There it is.

I got it from here.

You sure? I can wait.

Call you if I need you.

[SIGHS] All right. Let's go.

[TIRES SCREECH]

What the f*ck? Hey.

- What the f*ck?
- [DEVICE CHIMES]

- [AI] Please enjoy the ride.
- Enjoy...

Who the f*ck is this?

Unlock the f*cking door. I'm...

Open the door. Hey!

Would you like to listen to music?

f*ck no!

You've selected Nas.

- Nas? Who the f*ck is that...
- ["MOTION" BY NAS PLAYING]

Seriously. God.

I ain't f*cking around now. Open the...

- Know what? f*ck.
- ♪ Yo, I might spend a week ♪

♪ At the Magic Castle,
presidential suite... ♪

Ow, f*ck!

My good ear. g*dd*mn it.

f*ck. [SIGHS]

♪ Weird luck, 'cause when we fail... ♪

[DWIGHT] Oh, my God,
it's like f*cking t*rture!

♪ Know that check coming... ♪

- [MUFFLED MUSIC PLAYING]
- [TIRES SCREECH]

[MUSIC STOPS]

[MUSSO] How was the ride?

I should put you in a f*cking coma.

And then who should I arrest first,

Mitch or Margaret?

Let's move.

[PERCUSSIVE, UPBEAT MUSIC]

♪

♪

[BIRDS SINGING]

Where are we going?

When was the last time
you've been to Texas?

Never. What, is this guy Texan?

Transplant.

This f*ck. No code.

Kills women, children,
anybody, for a price.

Come on, who does that?

A t*rror1st.

- So, what do you think?
- What do I think?

I think you want me
to do your dirty work

so you can keep your
under-sized hands clean.

Not accurate, but funny.

See? This little road trip's
gonna be team-building.

We're no team, pal.

We'll see.

You're gonna like Texas, though.

g*ns, th*gs.

You'll fit right in.

- [DEVICE CHUGGING]
- [AIR HISSES]

This is some bullshit, man.

We should pick a fight
with them Dunmire b*tches.

Where the f*ck... where the
f*ck is Dwight at, anyway?

You heard what he
said. We're biding time.

Man, put that on your tombstone.

Biding time avoids the tombstone.

Smart-a*s sh*t to say
every f*cking time.

- Damn.
- Emphasis on "smart."

The skipper says to
obey and execute orders,

so that's exactly what we're gonna do.

He also said, "Know your enemy,"
so let's get to know them,

so when the boss get back,
we got some intel to offer.

Dwight is playing chess,
and you're playing checkers.

Don't question it.

I got to be somewhere.

[SLOW, TENSE MUSIC]

♪

I'm saying yes to fact-finding
so we know what we up against.

No time wasted.

Let's go.

[POP SONG PLAYING OVER STEREO]

♪ Tell me how you are... ♪

[DWIGHT] How long is this gonna take?

Three hours, if I keep it at 100.

Yeah, right. The FBI run
out of jet fuel or something?

Oh, this one's, uh,
low-rent, low-profile.

What do you hear from Armand?

Out of the blue.

What do you know about Armand?

I got files on everyone in your crew.

You know, I'll tell you
what, why don't you just

concentrate on me and
leave my crew out of it?

See anything you like in there?

Sounds to me like you
got nothing on Armand.

Interesting.

General's lost one of his soldiers.

You know, for the facts,

he's in Colorado with his family.

You sure about that?

Yeah, I'm sure about that.

You know, he's trying to find
a new f*cking lease on life.

But the more I f*cking think about it,

maybe there's no such
thing as a second chance.

- Look at you.
- No, look at you.

Second chance, second act,
second wind. All the seconds.

- World's your f*cking oyster.
- Yeah?

Is that what this is about? Huh?

Your second chance?

A vindictive f*cking
federal agent driving about,

giving orders from your sh*t-box car,

no backup, half a plan.

What's with this f*cking music?

- [MUSIC STOPS]
- I like that.

You're driving too fast, you know that?

Don't worry about it.

[SIGHS]

All right, tell me about this guy.

Who am I dealing with here?

Dexter Deacon.

Not his real name.
Call him the Watchmaker.

Builds and detonates untraceable devices

for the highest bidder.

Comes off like nothing much, but...

he's a monster.

So, you want me to whack him?

No.

Yeah, you do, but I'm an entrepreneur,

I'm not a f*cking assassin.

No, I want you to buy from him.

Bait him, set him up and then...

What? Then I'm-a arrest this as*h*le?

Why do you need me for
this lightweight ordeal?

Call an undercover.

No, you see, he's brilliant, this guy.

Crazy, but smart.

My guys will never pass the sniff test.

You, on the other hand, can just be you.

Did 25 without ratting,
now you got deep pockets.

Not everybody runs a
successful criminal enterprise.

Hey, I was legit until
you pulled me back

- into this sh*t, Musso.
- Define "legit."

The point is, you got enemies...

there's a lot of people want you dead...

so it's not much of a stretch

that you might need Deacon's expertise.

So, I guess I won't be blowing
this as*h*le's brains out

and getting home early for dinner.

- That about right?
- Now you're catching on.

Speaking of which, how's Quiet Ray?

- Who?
- Okay, can we stop

with the "you're surprised
I know everything,

and you pretend you know nothing"?

Quiet Ray, boss of bosses.

- [LAUGHS]
- He know you're in

- the liquor business?
- The boss of bosses.

Nobody uses that f*cking term anymore.

It's archaic,

- like you.
- All right.

- Boss of bosses.
- Well, what is it with you,

by the way? You can't
leave well enough alone.

Always poking the f*cking bear.

[SIREN WHOOPS]

[QUIRK, DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪

- Oh, f*ck me.
- [CHUCKLES]

[SIREN WAILING]

- [DISTANT ARCADE PINGING]
- [SOFT CLICKING]

Most important meal of the day.

What, coffee?

Of the Irish variety.

[CLEARS THROAT]

You were up and gone
so fast this morning,

I figured maybe I'd find
you at the distillery.

- I was making my way.
- [CLEARS THROAT] Yeah?

I covered for you.

I need "cover"?

Look, you got people who
look out for you now, Cleo.

All right?

Joanne asked after you this morning.

Joanne was worried about me?

No, I was worried about you.

Did you forget what
happened at the cabin? Huh?

We need to move in pairs,

not take off at the
g*dd*mn break of dawn

like you're leaving
money on the damn dresser.

I don't need a babysitter, Mitch.

Well, fine.

How about you babysit some
newbies at the distillery?

We could use your expertise.

I think I've exhausted
all my distillery wisdom...

but I could use some fresh air.

Well, good, 'cause I got you some.

[SLOW, PLAYFUL MUSIC]

♪

Is this the car you took me to prom in?

Well, let's just say
it's one of the perks

of being the former owner
of a used auto dealership.

It's a different year, but
I'm impressed you remembered.

Oh, I remember.

For a variety of reasons.

Can I drive?

- That was the idea.
- [GASPS]

Come on.

Now, I will say,

- just go slow, 'cause...
- [ENGINE STARTS]

- ... it's got a little kick...
- [TIRES SCREECH]

- [INSECTS TRILLING]
- [INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

Official business.

He don't look official.

[MUSSO] He's a consultant.

We're on the same team, though, yeah?

That's a real sweet thought,
but you're getting a ticket,

same team or not.

Officer, could we have a word?

No, but you could show me some ID.

My name is Dwight Manfredi.
Maybe you've heard of me.

Maybe.

Step out.

[SCOFFS]

[SLOW, PLAYFUL MUSIC]

♪

How do we even know
that Cole is in there?

Well, Mitch told me this is
the gym that he works out at.

Plus, that's his truck,

with the goofy-a*s vanity
license plate over there.

[BODHI] Great.

So now we know: A meathead,
goes to the gym, pumps his iron.

- Intel gleaned, we can leave.
- No, we stay on him.

I'm number two. I'm-I'm
calling the shots here, man.

No, Goodie is number two.

Oh, no. In Dwight's absence,

Goodie's number one, I'm number two.

Traditionally, gangster hierarchy

is dictated by earnings.

Last time I checked, it was my weed shop

and grow op that were filling
the f*cking coffers around here,

ergo, I'm number two.

What the f*ck is a "ergo"?

What... number twos don't say no "ergo."

Number one, number two, you
both sound like assholes.

- I'm number two, man.
- I'm number two.

- Oh, for f*ck's sake.
- You know I'm number two.

I'm number two. You know this.

[SIGHS]

Oh, that's the man of
the hour right there.

- [GRACE] Yeah, that's him.
- [INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Are we sure about this
tail vehicle we've chosen?

Bodhi, you lost all your say-so
when you pulled up to my condo

in that green-a*s Grasshopper, man.

- The f*ck?
- Okay. All right.

Just saying, the Weinermobile
would be less conspicuous

- than this car.
- This sh*t's better

than your toy car, man.

This got EV and it's bulletproof, man.

This how a gangster's supposed to roll.

Yeah, in Blade Runner.

Real life, we don't drive
around in a refrigerator.

[SLOW, SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[OFFICER] So, why don't you tell me

what a felon and a fed
are riding around for?

I had a feeling that
question was coming.

I bet you did.

Let's just say it's a
give-and-take situation.

I give him information,
and he takes the heat off

of some of my businesses.

So you're an informant.

- Yeah. That's about right.
- [CHUCKLES]

[LAUGHS] I'm not proud of it, but yeah.

Give-and-take. So,
the important thing is,

you're a local cop,
right, doing your job.

He's a fed. But I've
been riding with this guy,

and his mind is everywhere.

He's going through a divorce because...

he can't do it anymore, his
gavache, it's not working.

It's like an as*ault with a dead weapon.

- You know what I'm saying?
- [LAUGHS]

[SPEAKING INAUDIBLY]

What the f*ck?

So he steps on the pedal, he lets up.

He's... You know what it is?

He's out of balance.

You got kids?

Yeah, I got two boys.

- You do?
- Yeah.

Do they like the Thunder?

The professional basketball team?

Are you kidding me? Of
course, they love them.

- Favorite team.
- Listen, do me a favor.

I have an associate
that has season tickets.

Now, if you could show a little mercy,

cut this guy some slack,

I'll hook you and your
sons up, courtside.

[SLOW, PLAYFUL MUSIC]

♪

You better not be bullshitting me.

Nah.

I've been known to bullshit,

- we all have...
- [CHUCKLES] Bet you have.

... but I like kids. This is real.

- Well, thank you.
- Oh, thank you.

♪

[ENGINE STARTS]

What the hell'd you say to him?

I told him...

you're the FBI recipient

of the Meritorious Award
and the Shield of Valor.

- And he was impressed?
- Very.

[BODHI] Stop right there.

Perfect. That's the spot.

Yep. Totally invisible.

Good job, Tyson.

We definitely won't get
caught in this giant,

brushed aluminum
dumpster you have us in.

[GRACE] What now?

We go in.

What?

You can't be serious.

We don't even know what's
in there. It could be

a-a drug den, an armory,
a f*cking fight club.

I'm about to start a fight
club up in here if you keep

- on yapping. g*dd*mn!
- Enough!

We're going in.

If there's something
to see, we'll see it

and bring that information to Dwight.

If not, we'll go back to
bottling, which, by the way,

is what we're supposed
to be doing anyway.

Okay.

[TENSE, PULSING MUSIC]

f*ck.

♪

♪

[BINGO CALLER] G-58.

- What the f*ck?
- G-58.

You gonna have to holster that, son.

[SLOW, PLAYFUL MUSIC]

[BINGO CALLER] N-44.

Who's ready to win some money?

[WHOOPING]

I said, who's ready to win some money?

- [CHEERING]
- [APPLAUSE]

Yeah.

We'll take a stack.

[COLE] Who's feeling lucky today?

You? You?

- You ready?
- Thank you.

[COLE] Are you ready?

That's what I'm talking about.

We're gonna have a good time
today, ladies and gentlemen.

Good luck to you.

♪

[POP SONG PLAYING OVER STEREO]

♪ I'm feeling very warm... ♪

Do you think Dwight's
committed to the distillery?

What does that mean, exactly?

You heard what he said to your old man.

I heard a sales pitch
from a master salesman.

He was stating the upside,
Cleo, for all of us.

He meant every word of it.

I don't know.

What don't you know?

I want to trust him like you do.

Look, is Dwight a felon? Yes.

Has he done his time? Yes.

You can go ahead and mark me on both

those boxes while you're at it.

Is Dwight saving what your father built

from his worst enemy?

Yes.

He's a good man, Cleo.

And we're doing this together.

♪ When I say, "Who is it?" ♪

♪ You say, "Me... " ♪

You and me.

God.

Never ends well, does it?

Course it never ends well.

Won't be anything remembering
or missing if it did,

but it's damn good while it lasts.

♪ If only I could wake up... ♪

We're doing a road trip.

- We sure are.
- We need gas

- and we need snacks.
- Aye-aye, Captain.

♪ Lose a memory from my mind... ♪

[MUSIC VOLUME INCREASES]

Where'd you take Dwight?

I don't know.

You don't know, or you won't say?

I won't say, ma'am.

- Don't call me "ma'am."
- Yes, ma'am.

[CLARA] Hey.

Where's Manfredi? I want to talk

- to Dwight Manfredi.
- Okay. Who wants to know?

I'm Armand's wife, I'm Clara.

Oh, okay. I'm Joanne, Dwight's sister.

- Where is he?
- I don't know.

[SCOFFS]

Look, if you got a message for Dwight,

I'll make sure he gets it.

Yeah.

The message is, my husband is missing.

He was coming to see my kids,

he never came.

His car is nowhere to be found,

he's not picking up his
phone, his apartment is empty.

What did Dwight do?

Dwight didn't do anything. We've been

- looking for him, too.
- Yeah, I bet you have.

[SLOW, EERIE MUSIC]

Look, if I hear anything,
I'll let you know.

I promise.

Yeah. I'm not gonna hold my breath.

[LINE RINGING]

[BEEPS]

Dwight. [CLEARS THROAT]

Armand's wife was just here.

She doesn't know where he is, either.

Call me.

["WHAT GOES AROUND COMES
AROUND" BY SAM DEES PLAYING]

♪ Listen to me, what I'm
saying right here now ♪

♪ You're riding high now... ♪

I've been thinking about
this "eye for an eye" bit.

In certain situations,
it's very effective.

It does send a message,
clear and simple.

Right. Right. Right.

We're not Old Testament
here, we're civilized men.

Civilized? f*ck, did you
drink the Kool-Aid. Wow.

Rules and regulations,
that's what sets us apart.

What, from the f*cking animals?

You know what? They
have a code of honor.

What the law should do
to t*rrorists, really?

They should take a f*ck'
fragmentation grenade,

pull their b*ll s*ck
up, put it underneath,

pull the f*cking pin... boom!

and then say, "How did you like it?"

- Yeah?
- That's a deterrent.

Uh, yeah. Yeah, I'm gonna
stick with the lethal,

legal dose in the arm after
being convicted by a jury.

Yeah. Course you would,

but my way is more just
and definitely more fun.

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Oh ♪

[BINGO CALLER] N-44.

Hey.

What's going on?

Oh. What the f*ck are
you doing here, man?

I called him. I thought we were about

to get into something nefarious.

Smartest thing anyone's done all day.

[SCOFFS]

You're actually playing?

- You look like idiots.
- [BODHI] Yeah, they're trying

to win the alarm clock.

We're not playing.

We're just, we're watching. It's recon.

[GRACE] Cole and his g*ons
are running this operation.

[SLOW, INTRIGUING GUITAR MUSIC]

♪

[SCOFFS]

Looks like Mini
Dunmire's running a scam.

- A scam? Here?
- Why do you think

Catholics run bingo?

It's a f*cking racket.

Cole takes a percentage of the door.

Then he plants a ringer in the room.

Collects the prize money, too.

See, I knew the Dunmires was
bad, but scamming old folks?

This redneck's got to be destroyed.

You want to make this right?

Hell yeah.

Watch and learn, children.

Watch and learn.

[WATCHES TICKING]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[CLOCKS CHIMING]

How may I be of service?

My watch...

keeps losing time.

Hmm.

Could be a... worn mainspring,

or calibration's off.

Even the best pieces
need a little fine-tuning

every now and then.

[DWIGHT] Nice.

This is good estate jewelry,

all these things.

I like that flag.

Very f*cking patriotic.

- I know.
- [OPENS CASE]

I want it. How much?

That's 2,000.

Keep it.

And give me my watch back.

It's not worth your f*cking time.

I got another one at home.

[SLOW, TENSE MUSIC]

Very smart.

What's that?

Using your watch shop
to clean your money.

Going to estate sales and
auctions, paying in cash,

your higher-end clients
getting wire transfers

to their off-shore accounts.

Very smart.

We done here?

No, Deacon.

The only way you know that name

is you've friends in high-low places,

or you work for the feds.

Deacon.

In the third century,

there was a guy named
Vincent the Deacon,

and they chopped him the f*ck up.

He was martyred in Spain.

You think I'm a f*cking fed?

I'm here to make a big purchase.

You get that?

I don't do business
with people I don't know.

Smart.

But you'll get to know me.

Do your homework.

Learn who I am.

Look up "Dwight Manfredi."

I'll be around.

[DOOR OPENS]

Okay.

I'll gas up.

- Meet you inside.
- Okay.

Ah, Mitch, Mitch, Mitch. [SIGHS]

[BINGO CALLER] B-7.

B-7.

O-61.

Now, something's just telling
me you're the lucky lady

of the evening today. I
mean, look at your cards.

- You know?
- [GOODIE CHUCKLES]

You want to share a
little bit of that with me?

Come on, now. Look at you.

Come on, now. You let me know.

This is the lucky lady of
the evening, right here.

[BINGO CALLER] B-14.

N-44.

N-44.

g*dd*mn it! He can't
pull a G to save his life!

Could you get over this?
He's waiting for a G.

I can't win this.
Could you get over this?

- Shh!
- I'm-I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

- Mea culpa.
- [SLOW, DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪

[BINGO CALLER] N-39.

N-39.

Bingo! [CHUCKLES]

- [CHUCKLES]
- [CROWD GASPING]

- No.
- Bingo.

Hey! Bingo! [LAUGHS]

- Yeah baby.
- [LAUGHING]

All right, hey, look, look.

The Lord done shine his
little light on me today.

Here we go.

What the hell are you doing here?

What it look like? We winning.

No, you ain't winning.

No, matter of fact,
I should make you pay.

[BODHI] Well, you can't relate,

but my friend here won fair and square,

so, in the parlance...

f*ck you, pay us.

Nah, you ain't getting sh*t.

No payout for cheats.

[GOODIE] Listen, pally,

you can't cheat a cheater.

You think it's a good idea
to stiff one of your winners

in front of all these
other potential winners?

Not too smart, huh? What do you think?

Pay him.

But we ain't done.

Bingo, m*therf*cker.

[ENTRY BELL CHIMES]

["THROUGH A TRAP DOOR" BY
RAPHAEL LAKE & LILY MARLY PLAYS]

$20 on one.

Thanks.

Chips?

Oh, no, wait.

You're more of a sweets guy, right?

Cleo.

Put that sh*t back.

We're not actually on prom night.

You told me I needed to
get my mind off things.

That's what I'm doing.

♪ You tell me that last night ♪

♪ You dreamt of fire and rain ♪

♪ You never dream at all ♪

♪ Now I fear I'm the cause
and turn myself away... ♪

Cleo. Cleo. Jesus Christ.

- Mm.
- Act casual.

See you outside, honeybuns.

♪ I only hurt my own heart best ♪

♪ Who cares anyway? What should I... ♪

[BIRDS SINGING]

And she's back.

[UPBEAT, FUNKY MUSIC]

♪

- [KEYS JINGLE]
- [ENGINE STARTS]

[TIRES SQUEALING]

[ENGINE REVVING]

That was difficult.

What's that?

Not...

tearing that guy's head off.

You're doing a good thing here.

Like I got a choice.

What you're getting is
a whole lot of justice

for a whole lot of people. All right?

This guy is pure evil.

Makes you look like a saint.

Why is this guy so important to you?

[SLOW, MYSTERIOUS MUSIC]

- That's personal.
- Personal?

Let me ask you something, Musso.

Is this operation even sanctioned?

I mean, if he was as
bad as you say he is,

why wouldn't you send in a task force?

What happened to all your men, John?

I only need one man for
this, and that's you.

[BIRDS SINGING]

[ENGINE REVVING]

Cleo, best case,

you keep this up, you got a hangover.

Worst case, you k*ll us.

[ENGINE REVVING]

Cleo?

Where are you heading?

[TIRES SQUEALING]

Hey. No.

Don't even think about it.

All I've been thinking about, Mitch.

Only g*dd*mn thing. Hold on!

[TIRES SQUEALING]

[ENGINE REVVING]

[ENGINE REVVING OUTSIDE]

[TIRES SQUEALING]

Cleo?

[ENGINE REVVING]

[SIGHS]

Cleo, stop the g*dd*mn car.

g*dd*mn it, Cleo, you are done.
Out of the driver's seat, now.

- I ain't done.
- Hey. Oh, hell, no.

Damn it. God...

Cleo!

- Don't f*cking do it.
- [BANGS ON CAR DOOR]

- Oh, for f*ck's sake.
- [BANGING ON CAR DOOR]

Cleo. g*dd*mn it, Cleo!

- g*dd*mn it.
- Message in a bottle, baby.

He burned my home down, Mitch.

- Eye for a f*cking eye.
- I said stop!

[CLEO GASPS]

- Don't you f*cking touch her!
- [INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

The ever-charming Cleo Montague.

- To what do I owe the pleasure?
- [CLEO PANTS]

- You have my attention.
- [CLEO] I'm gonna

do to you what you did
to my father, Dunmire.

You think I'm gonna forget, let it go?

You got another f*cking think coming.

Accidents happen all the time.

[SIGHS] f*ck you.

[JEREMIAH] Accept the
signs you've been given.

Surrender to them.

[GRUNTING] No. f*ck.

You know what comes if you don't.

Cleo, let's go.

Take this duly emotional
young lady home.

I'll overlook the
trespassing and the damages,

this last time.

Young man, you should be careful
about the company you keep.

[SCOFFS]

[JEREMIAH] Now, truly,

get the f*ck off my property.

We're leaving.

Let's go, Cleo.

In the car.

Come on.

Don't touch me.

[SLOW, EERIE MUSIC]

♪

Come on.

♪

- [LIVELY CHATTER]
- [CHEERING]

♪ She riding for respect ♪

♪ Breaking necks, breaking necks ♪

♪ She riding for
respect, cut the check ♪

♪ Cut the check, she
riding for respect ♪

♪ Breaking necks, breaking necks ♪

♪ You know I'm very fire ♪

♪ Watch the flex, watch the flex ♪

♪ She riding for respect ♪

♪ Breaking necks, breaking necks ♪

♪ She riding for respect ♪

♪ Cut the check, cut the check ♪

♪ She riding for respect,
breaking necks... ♪

Oh, did y'all see the look
on Cole's face in there, man?

[LAUGHS]

m*therf*cker looked like
he wanted to k*ll us, yo.

Wants, Tyson.

Present tense. He wants to k*ll us.

And now we got something
to report back to Dwight.

Dunmire's boy might be a jerk-off,

but he's an organized jerk-off.

Got his hands in more than just booze.

Wait. Is this your first
time at a strip club?

No. No, my periodontist took me
to one once after a procedure,

but I was heavily sedated.

I don't remember it.

- It doesn't count.
- Hey, how about this, though?

You remember that?

You'll remember this, right? Huh?

[LAUGHTER]

Don't forget Dwight's
envelope. You earn, you kick up.

That's what's right, hey, but look.

I already got that put aside, all right?

Good. Thank you.

♪ Dollars, dollars ♪

♪ Dollars, dollars, breaking necks... ♪

Hi.

I'm Serenity.

You sure do look like
it, too. I'm Tyson.

- What's going on?
- [GOODIE] Nah, nah, nah.

Come on. We're wrapping up.

Tyson's already wrapped up.

I'm already wrapped up.

Come on. Let's get you
away from these buzzkills.

- Let's get out of here then.
- [GRACE] Dwight's gonna

be back. We should
really call it a night.

[SCOFFS] Let's go. I'm following you.

Hey, there's a flag on the
play. Other plans have been made.

- [TECHNO MUSIC PLAYING]
- [DISTANT SHOUTING]

[SERENITY] Get comfortable.

Oh, yeah?

What's this brain-rotting
music you got me listening to?

[SERENITY CHUCKLES]

[MUSIC SHUTS OFF]

["YA GET ME" BY BEAU
YOUNG PRINCE PLAYING]

So, what's your, uh...
what's your story?

How long you been a...

dancer?

You can say "stripper."

I'm not gonna burst into tears.

Not long. Couple months.

[TYSON SIGHS]

♪ Twist up your vibes,
come and vibe with me ♪

♪ I'm off the lot when
drinking the Hennessy ♪

♪ You love my style, I'm
not like the men you see ♪

♪ You get the body moving,
why shouldn't it be? ♪

♪ And, b*tch, I'm in your life ♪

♪ Girl, that's what you see... ♪

Wait, wait. Wait, wait.

What's-what's your plan?

- Hmm?
- What's your plan?

You know, outside this place?

Honestly?

Yeah.

There's got to be a
life outside of Tulsa.

Got to find it somewhere, right?

Nobody wants to retire
in the champagne room.

♪ I don't want to flex, but you get me ♪

- ♪ You get me ♪
- ♪ She rubbin' on my chest ♪

- ♪ And you get me ♪
- ♪ You get me ♪

♪ I'm all about my checks
till you get me... ♪

Yeah.

- ♪ Till you get me ♪
- ♪ You get me ♪

♪ Moving while I step till you get me ♪

- ♪ You get me ♪
- ♪ Moving while I step ♪

- ♪ Till you get me ♪
- ♪ You get me ♪

♪ Moving while I step till you get me ♪

♪ Moving while I step till you get me ♪

♪ I'm moving while I
step till you get me ♪

- ♪ You get me ♪
- ♪ Moving while I step ♪

- ♪ Till you get me ♪
- ♪ You get me ♪

♪ Moving while I step till you get me ♪

♪ You get me... ♪

- [CLICKS]
- [SERENITY GASPS]

[TENSE, DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪

Cat got your tongue?

I said I'm sorry, Mitch.

[SLOW, PLAINTIVE MUSIC]

You know why you and
I never end well, Cleo?

Because of the impulsive
sh*t like that back there.

I thought it was one hell of a date.

No, that was a good g*dd*mn way
to get me sent back to Lompoc.

Do you want that?

- Of course not.
- Well, then you got to stand down

and bide your time.

g*dd*mn it, Cleo, we
got a good thing going.

You got to be safe.

I can't just sit around,
waiting for something to happen.

Yeah, well, you got no f*cking choice.

You want my help?

You want Dwight's?

Then stop playing f*cking games.

This is serious sh*t,
Cleo, life and death.

We go under the g*dd*mn
radar, not above it.

Do you understand me?

You want Dunmire? We'll get him.

Somebody starts
something, Dwight ends it.

We end it, it's been done before.

But you pull some sh*t
like that back there...

jeopardize all of us and everything?

You and I?

We're strangers.

I don't want that.

[CAR DOOR CLOSES]

[SLOW, OMINOUS MUSIC]

f*ck. Oh... [GROANS]

- [COLE] See?
- [YELLS]

I'm making my lemonade out of lemons.

What the f*ck you want?

Where'd you stash it?

- I don't got your money.
- I ain't talking money.

I want the Montague 50.

Now, where is it?

It's nowhere.

The 50 is a myth.

It's a myth, hmm?

[GRUNTS, COUGHS]

[WHEEZING]

[COUGHS, GROANS]

Even if it did exist,

I still wouldn't tell you sh*t. [GROANS]

f*ck him up.

- [YELLS]
- [GRUNTS]

Now, I don't want this

any more than you do, man.

[GRUNTS]

I really don't.

Now, can you tell me now?

Pretty please?

[SIGHS]

[SPITS]

No?

- [GRUNTING]
- [GROANING]

[GROANING LOUDLY] Oh, sh*t!

[LAUGHING]

[LAUGHING LOUDLY]

You're gonna have to k*ll me!

I ain't snitching on sh*t!

I might.

Yeah?

[DRAMATIC, PULSING MUSIC]

Am I gonna have to k*ll you?

[PANTING]

I don't want to do this,

but they f*cking do.

So help me... help you. Huh?

[TYSON PANTING]

Oh, f*ck you.

Now you're putting me
in a position. [CHUCKLES]

I'm sorry.

♪

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa!

She-she don't got
nothing to do with this!

- Leave her out of this!
- Now, no more talk.

- It's the final countdown.
- What?!

Ten. Nine.

Eight. Seven.

f*ck.

Six. Five.

Four.

Three.

[DOOR CREAKS OPEN]

- [FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
- [SLOW, EERIE MUSIC]

[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]

[CHUCKLES]

Bingo.

[INSECTS TRILLING]

We'll need some dollies.

I'll send a f*cking truck back.

I got to tell my old man
the good news. [LAUGHS]

What you want to do with the Black guy?

I don't give a sh*t.

♪

[PANTING]

Oh, f*ck! [YELLS]

[GRUNTS] f*ck.

[g*nf*re CONTINUES]

[b*ll*ts RICOCHETING]

Bulletproof. Bulletproof.

- [GOON] Any a*mo left?
- [GOON 2] Nah, I'm out.

[GOON] All right, let's get out of here.

["NIGHT LIFE" BY MARVIN GAYE PLAYING]

♪ Mm, in the evening... ♪

Let me run something past you.

- Okay. sh**t.
- Okay.

I've been thinking about
this Thresher campaign,

what he's doing, trying to be governor.

Yeah, that was a surprise.

Nobody likes the guy.

Yeah, but a billion dollars
can buy a lot of goodwill

and change people's
attitude pretty fast.

Yeah, I don't know.

I can't remember the last time

a confirmed bachelor
won a state-wide election

in Oklahoma...

- no wife, no kids.
- Mm.

It's not a look the cowboys go for.

See, I got this plan,
this, like, grand scheme

for down the road in the future,

but the stumbling block is this Dunmire,

'cause he's got the cops and lawmakers,

even the reigning
governor in his pocket.

And I need some of them in mine.

- Okay. I see.
- [CHUCKLES] What?

You want me to see which
way the wind's blowing.

Yeah, that's it, well put.

If it's not blowing in
Thresher's direction,

- you need to change the weather.
- [CHUCKLES]

Well, I can ask around...

- Good. Okay.
- ... see how the polling looks.

- Well, do that.
- I can do that.

Okay.

[PHONE BUZZING]

♪ Oh, from the world
of broken dreams... ♪

Sorry.

♪ Yes, the night life... ♪

Yeah, Goodie.

[GOODIE] We got a problem.

Yeah. I got to go.

♪ Oh, yes, it is ♪

♪ Sometimes ♪

[TENSE, DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪

How bad are you, Tyson?

I'll live.

Dunmire won't.

♪

[PERCUSSIVE, UPBEAT MUSIC]