♪ ♪
♪ rollicking music
[Watkins] Mr. Manfredi,
- how do you plead? - Well...
Not too long ago, I got off a plane, and it was like
I got off on a different planet.
[Chickie] Tulsa. I want you
- to go there. - You serious?
Well, I assume you don't have Chianti.
You assume correctly.
[Dwight] And I had to do what I had to do to survive.
We're partners.
- Do I have a choice? - Absolutely not.
Now, it's about time we up our game.
This guy Thresher... he's who we want to be.
I have some ideas
that I think will help.
I thought this was your territory.
[Bevilaqua] Manfredi's doing all this,
- here? - [Dwight] You guys
didn't even know Tulsa existed
until I was here.
[Matty] What's Manfredi's crew look like?
He's got nothing. It's a bunch of misfits.
[Armand] What do you want from me?
- Maybe one day, you'll help me. - [Bevilaqua] We're gonna hit
Tulsa and we're gonna hit 'em hard, do you understand me?
- [car alarm chirps] - Dad, no!
[screams]
[Dwight] I think you should
go back to New York.
[Joanne] You left your daughter once.
You do it again, she's gonna fall apart.
- [Armand] I'm sorry, Dwight. - It's never too late
to make things right, Armand.
[gunfire]
[Vince] Effective immediately, this family's
under new leadership.
[Dwight] You two said you had a proposition?
We do.
Fifty percent.
You earned it.
[Dwight] I've been asked if what I did was worth
25 years.
[officer] Don't move!
[man] You work for us now.
[door buzzes]
All right, everybody out.
♪ Menacing music
[door closes]
Sorry about the rough treatment.
Where's the woman?
- Margaret? - Yeah, Margaret.
Safe, she's back at her ranch, she'll be fine.
See something?
I know you?
Not like you're going to.
Special Agent Musso.
Why am I here, Musso?
Actually, last time we almost met,
you had just finished killing a fella,
man by name of Ripple.
It was a mercy killing.
Mercy killing?
Okay.
That was my man.
Longtime informant that I set up
to bury you and the Invernizzi family.
You knew he was gonna rat, so you took him out.
He was chained to a radiator.
- Uh-huh. - He was burning up.
Killing Ripple tanked
about two years of field work,
leaving me with a dead informant and a dead case.
That's what's been on your mind for 25 years?
I hold a grudge. I do.
Back to you. You did 25, you didn't rat,
but you also didn't learn anything.
You get out, you move west,
but the killing spree continues.
Bikers, Chickie...
we know everything.
Everything you've been up to since you got out here.
But, as of right now,
I'm not gonna charge you for mass murder.
That's nice of you.
Don't get smart with me.
Or I could put not just you,
but all your inbred sidekicks away.
Mitch, Bodhi, Tyson, the girlfriend Margaret...
accessory after the fact.
You'd be bringing them all down.
What do you want from me, Musso?
There it is.
As you can imagine, there's certain things
we can't do as a law enforcement agency.
But you?
You would have no problem doing these things for us.
I own you, General.
Keep earning, thriving, just know
your very freedom to do so
belongs to me.
So when I call, you answer.
Fast.
Or it all goes very dark for all of you.
[door buzzes]
[door opens]
[door closes]
Where you been?
Fucking sleepwalking.
Got the keys?
- Coffee's on. - Thanks.
No, I-I know it doesn't make any difference after
what you've been through, but I want to apologize.
I never saw this coming.
Why'd it even happen?
It's a long story.
Tell me. We had men in my house.
They were knocking down doors, they had guns in our faces.
Who were they?
♪ Somber music ♪
They know everything that's happened since I came to Tulsa.
Everything that happened here, too.
Everything?
What do they want?
What are they threatening you with?
They're threatening everybody in my life.
This is all on me.
I-I got to fix this, Margaret.
I got to make this right.
And you?
You're too good a person to be around this.
- [scoffs] No. - Yes.
- You are. - Dwight...
You don't need this
- in your life. - Come... [scoffs]
Where are you going?
You're too good a person, Margaret.
You're too good.
[phone vibrates]
[sighs] Yeah?
It's Ray.
Who?
Ray.
Yeah, how you doing, Ray?
Been a long time.
I want a sit-down.
It's really not a good time.
- You saying no? - No.
I'm not trying to be disrespectful,
- it's just not a good time. - So make it a good time.
You got family up here, no?
Yeah, my grandkids are there.
There you go.
All right.
I'll come up and visit them and visit you.
- That okay? - It's overdue.
All right.
It never fucking ends.
♪ Percussive, upbeat music
♪♪♪
[brass band playing jauntily]
[indistinct chatter]
Hey.
Heckle and Jeckle, my two
favorite kids. How are you guys?
Good.
Did you do your offering to San Gennaro?
Oh, they did, Cap. These are good kids, right here.
- These are good kids. - Oh, good.
Yeah, we did, but why?
Well, did you ever wonder, like,
what this whole place is about,
what the festival is about?
All right, I'll tell you a story.
♪ Whimsical music ♪
There was this big volcano
called Mount Vesuvius.
It was always erupting, a real pain in the ass,
a real problem. See what I mean?
So, around 305 A.D., this stupid volcano
decides it's gonna blow again.
San Gennaro shows up,
puts up the hand, does a miracle
and the volcano calmed down.
The crowd is cheering. He's, like, a hero.
The Roman emperor doesn't like this.
He's getting very jealous, so he decides
to have San Gennaro whacked. What's he do?
[exclaims softly] He chopped off his head.
- [Joanne] Okay, uh... - That sealed the deal.
- They needed to hear that part? - They do need...
It's important. All right, look, the point
of this whole dissertation, you know what it is?
Never volunteer for nothing.
Very nice.
- No good deed goes unpunished. - Very nice. Come on, kids.
- I got to get you back. - No good deed.
[laughs]
Hey.
There he is.
I got the call from Quiet Ray. It's time.
♪ Ominous music ♪
Here we go.
Just you.
How you feeling?
Good. You guys enjoy the view.
[Quiet Ray] I'm in the kitchen.
There he is.
- Hey, Ray. - Come here, you crazy bastard.
How you doing, pal?
Long time, eh?
Long, long time. Lifetime.
I need your finger.
For what?
My ten-year-old grandkid's birthday today.
- Put it right here. - You want me to hold it there?
- Yeah, hold it right here. - All right.
[Quiet Ray] My wife used to do this shit, but me,
you know, I got to... Ah, fuck it.
That's good enough, that's good enough.
Look at you. You're all tan.
Well, Oklahoma's a sunny state.
- Sunny state, huh? - Mm-hmm.
I could use some of that.
Look, uh, I know you're busy here,
running around, doing things.
I just wanted to say I'm glad
- you come in to talk to me. - Yeah, it's always great
to talk to the boss.
All right, let's talk about the Invernizzis.
First of all,
I wasn't too happy, the way they did your deal.
I would've done a lot better, you know that.
I mean, you do 25 years
and they fuck you over like that?
It's behind me, Ray.
Well, it don't have to be.
I want to give you
what you were promised.
Your own family, your own territory.
You could run it however the hell you want to run it.
I appreciate that, Ray, but I'm happy with what I got.
Be realistic.
You're not a faccia da culocowboy.
You're a boss.
Ray, I built something.
Something good, strong, something I'm proud of.
Tulsa is my home now.
It kind of grew on me.
As for New York...
it's in good hands with you.
♪ Tense music
You know,
I always liked you. You make things happen.
And we both came from nothing
and we-we made something.
It's like what you're doing now out in Tulsa.
Mm-hmm.
But now...
it's time to share.
Share? Sure, I get that.
I don't think you do.
You know, it's very disrespectful
when you don't share
with your real family.
Do I have to paint a fucking picture for you?
No, Ray.
You can keep all the paints out of this.
I get the picture.
And you're right.
Sharing's good.
As long as you're sharing
with somebody
you want to share with.
You know, luck isn't permanent.
Nothing is, Ray.
Good seeing you.
[door closes]
So, I got to play mind-reader?
He offered me my own territory.
Oh, that's generous, right?
And he also offered me retirement.
Hey, you know he don't fuck around.
Maybe retirement's worth consideration.
Yeah. Not happening.
♪ "Hit the Road and Go" by Johnny Cash playing ♪
♪ Country road 6-40 ♪
♪ State highway 45 ♪
♪ Life out off the interstate ♪
♪ Is very much alive ♪
♪ This rambler has cut all the ties ♪
♪ And pulled up stakes to hit the road and go ♪
[car alarm chirps]
[woman] Oh, my Lord.
I need a tank, you understand, son?
Want to take up the road, want people
to see me when I'm coming.
Well, now, this Eldorado, ma'am,
is a tank, that it is.
Folks'll see you coming a long way off.
How many miles are on the motor?
Well, why don't we hop in and take
a little look-see. Look, I'm gonna cut the shit.
This here's a car that I would buy for my own mother.
You think I'm old enough to be your mother?
[scoffs]
[laughing]
Say something to be sweet and somehow
it still comes out wrong.
[door opens]
That happen a lot, cowboy?
[door closes]
More than you'd think.
What are you in the market for...
something built for comfort
or speed?
That's your line?
Who says it can't be both?
Goddamn, are you a sight for sore eyes.
How you doing, Cleo?
Can't be good if I'm back in Tulsa.
So, how long you home for?
TBD.
How's Papa Montague?
He's selling the distillery.
Bullshit. Since when?
Business has been bad, Mitch, for a long time.
Taxes on the house, upkeep.
Selling will cover it, then some.
Who's in line to purchase?
Three guesses, but you'll get it in one.
Jeremiah Dunmire.
That son of a bitch is the tyrant of Tulsa.
Is what it is.
Bad people getting away with bad things.
In the event I choose not to purchase from Mitch's Auto City,
think of me fondly.
I'm good.
I saw your commercial, Mitch.
[chuckles] You need this more than I do.
[laughs]
♪ Wistful music
What are you doing later?
Got to help my dad.
We got one hell of a yard sale
going tomorrow, if you want to stop by.
I just may.
Hey, Cleo?
I always think of you fondly.
Oh, God damn.
♪ Well, my life ain't but filled with ♪
♪ Fortune and fame, but I've enjoyed the good times ♪
♪ Time they came ♪
♪ One day ♪
♪ It got me to thinking ♪
♪ Well, what it was that I really did good ♪
♪ Maybe make me famous in Hollywood... ♪
Hey, how you doing, young lady?
Fine. Thanks for the job.
Ah, you're welcome.
It keeps my days free for classes.
Yeah, what are you studying?
Business, mostly.
Smart.
[Tyson] O.G., O.G. Why you ain't call me, man?
You know I would've picked you up from the airport.
I got it, I got it.
Man, you can't even drive.
You can't even fit in no car, man. Get out of here.
Bet I'd drive you through a fucking wall.
- Yeah, whatever, haystacks. - Mm-hmm.
So, tell me about the Big Apple, O.G. How was it?
The fuck? You copying my style now?
[Bigfoot] Man, he's showing off, look at him.
Man. What, you want me dressing like this hayseed?
- [laughs] - Get out of here.
- Hello, Spencer. - Hello, Margaret.
- It's good to see you. - You too.
Would you like anything special?
I could use a cold beer.
[clicks tongue]
Thanks.
Thank you.
Why'd you walk away?
You know why.
Mm. Actually, I don't.
You know, when they took me away...
I wasn't given any choices.
But I know they're gonna ask me to do some dark shit.
And, knowing that,
I don't want you around this.
Or me.
I mean, seriously,
what's the attraction?
I'm an over-the-hill goombah, that's the truth.
Who dresses really well.
I'm trying to be fucking serious here.
I'm being fucking serious.
I'm sorry.
Good. [Laughs] 'Cause I ain't going nowhere.
- Oh. - What?
Oh.
God.
Is it my birthday? [chuckles] What's this?
I had it made before everything went sideways.
Oh...
Damn.
You are the General, right?
Right.
Thank you.
♪ "Drink 'Em Down" by Robert Ross playing ♪
♪ My story's like a sad, sad song ♪
♪ Well, she was here but now she's gone ♪
♪ I'm gonna keep drinking till I forget ♪
♪ So bartender, set 'em up again ♪
♪ 'Long as her memory hangs around... ♪
'Cuz.
- There he is. - Uh-huh.
So, what's up... close up early?
Yep.
"Yep?" What's that mean, you just left?
Yeah, I did.
I left it in the hands of Fred,
who actually enjoys that shit
because you are looking at a man who fucking hates it.
What's the problem?
Look, Dwight, that job's not me.
All right? I'm not a fucking clown.
Did I think that I wanted to do something different? Yeah.
- Mm. - But now, every day,
when I walk through those doors
and I smell those fucking cars...
Smell the cars?
Look, smell the cars, see the cars, who cares?
It just depresses me, Dwight.
Listen, you don't want to be doing something
you don't want to do because, trust me, life is too short.
Funny you should mention that.
Out of nowhere, an old girlfriend of mine who...
let's just say we were very close until I did
prison time... her and her father are having
a problem with their distillery.
She just came back into town
and gave me this.
Well, now, the truth be told. You were embarrassed
because this broad saw you in your
- "home on the range" costume. - Yeah, yeah, yeah, look,
it-it was fucking embarrassing,
- all right? - [laughing]
- All right? It was horrible. - Yeah.
Taste this.
That's her father's brand. He's a master distiller.
He's selling his business, liquor license with it.
You know how hard it is to get a license
when you have a record?
It's impossible.
If anybody can figure it out, you can, General.
And besides, it's rare one goes on the market
outside the family. Now, that...
that is priceless.
Huh?
That's good. That's smooth. That's top shelf.
Man's a genius. Been doing it for generations.
This is a very interesting opportunity
that rarely comes along. Rarely.
He's being strong-armed by a guy named Dunmire.
Been around a long time,
carries a lot of weight.
Dunmire.
Let me handle him.
♪ "[Train for Tomorrow by The Electric Prunes playing]
Hey, Grace. I like the hair.
[chuckles] Felt like a change.
[Joanne] Bodhi?
Come with me.
[Bodhi] Hey, I should be at the grow-up,
and yet I'm here. Why?
Because Dwight asked you to be.
And where is Dwight?
He needs you to run an errand. Come on.
What kind of errand?
One that'll piss me off, no doubt.
[chuckles]
Yes?
We need you to deliver K.C.'s share of the weed proceeds.
The cash is in the safe.
No, I'm not going to Kansas City.
Dwight wants this?
I'm speaking for Dwight.
Bodhi, you don't have to go all the way.
It's a rendezvous, there's, uh, a midpoint.
I texted you an address. Take Grace,
- pick up Tyson on the way. - Yeah, why don't you just
- send Tyson? - Jesus, Bodhi.
K.C. are legit gangsters.
You don't send one person, you send a team.
This is team building. You're a team player, right?
That a trick question?
Go.
Represent.
[door closes]
♪ Foreboding music
[keypad beeping]
So?
Road trip.
Got to make a drop to the K.C. crew,
pick up Tyson on the way.
You okay?
Excellent.
Just dropping off cash to the guy who killed Jimmy.
Why wouldn't I be okay?
[auctioneer] Our next item up for bid
is lot number 226, this beautiful bust
has been in the family for over 80 years.
Up next, take a look back at table 122...
Well, this is, uh, different.
What's this?
- Oh, a fire puffer. - Nah, it's called a bellows.
Use it to blow out candles when your lips get tired.
Ball-breaker.
[Dwight chuckles]
Wasn't sure you'd show up.
Well, I said I would.
Dwight Manfredi,
meet Cleo Montague.
Nice to meet you.
Heard a lot about you and your family.
Also the problems you're having.
Yeah, well, I told Mitch
that there's only one person in line, it's Dunmire.
Ah.
Does he have a contract with you?
Binding handshake.
Is your father around? 'Cause if he is,
I'd like to talk with him.
Sure.
♪ "Woo [Run It Up]" by Webbstar playing ♪
♪ Keep up ♪
♪ Thinking on why you should speak up ♪
Hey...
♪ Nightmare, no, I'm not one ♪
♪ You should sleep on ♪
♪ Bachelor ♪
♪ I can't be your man, babe, I'm sorry to lead on ♪
- ♪ I'm sorry ♪ - ♪ I'm up here, you a peon ♪
♪ You all know who we are ♪
♪ Fast cars, pretty women and stars ♪
♪ Living like I'm James Bond ♪
♪ I already caught a couple bodies ♪
♪ And my day has only just begun ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
What the fuck is this?
This is my all-electric whip, friend.
Hell nah, this grasshopper green, bro.
I can't be seen in this shit, bruh.
I'm-a get my whip, a'ight?
Hey, don't worry. Windows are tinted.
You're good. No one will see you.
K.C. is gonna see us.
Fuck K.C. Dwight's orders.
Money's in the boot. This is the ride.
Let's get it done.
[doors close]
God damn.
[auctioneer chattering in distance]
[Dwight] Nice place.
I hear you're selling your distillery.
I'd love to make an offer,
because this is a good opportunity.
I'm sorry.
With respect, and I'm the last person to throw stones,
but I've read about you.
Someone with a criminal record.
It's tough for a felon to get a license,
but where there's a will, there's a way.
Well, even if I could sell it to you,
it's already spoken for.
A handshake deal
with some guy named Dunmire?
Jeremiah is a... an old family friend.
Well, it's good to have friends.
Can I ask you what this guy is giving you, this Dunmire?
[chuckles nervously] Well, uh,
that I'm gonna have to keep to myself.
I'm saying, you know, ballpark.
In the vicinity of, say, what number?
I'm-I'm sorry, I-I just, I can't discuss it.
I'll double it.
♪ Quiet, suspenseful music
Tempting.
But when I shook that hand,
I tied my own.
It's, uh,
complicated.
And I hope you understand.
Sure.
[indistinct chatter]
You tell your dad you saw me?
Mitch, he almost shot you off our porch last time.
You didn't answer my question.
I think I did.
No, you didn't.
Besides, that was a long time ago.
I'm since reformed.
You always been charming, you ain't never been reformed.
My word.
The prodigal daughter's done returned.
Cole Dunmire.
Hello, Mitch.
It's a long time, cowboy.
How's the roping and doping these days?
Oh, shit.
I ain't been on the circuit in a long time.
Oh, that's right. Though you had that pain problem.
Oh, and then the prison problem.
But now you sling shit-boxes
and dress up like a clown.
I forgot.
Yeah? I ain't forgot what a braindead,
- Daddy's boy asshole you are. - [chuckles]
What do you want, Cole?
Well, I can think of a number of things.
Hey, let's cut the shit, all right?
Nah, easy, hero.
I just come to deliver a message,
you know, from my daddy to yours.
So, deliver it, then.
It was good seeing you.
You too.
We'll see you around.
♪ "Are you a Hypnotist?" by The Flaming Lips playing ♪
♪ Into ♪
♪ Forgiving you... ♪
Yo, Bodhi, put me on the aux, boy.
This shit is ash, man. What is this?
Driver controls the tunes.
Them's the rules, Tyson.
Bro, I don't even want to be in this vehicle
in the first place, dude.
We about to perpetrate some gangster shit, man.
We need a soundtrack for that,
not this old '70s porno elevator music, bro.
- Fine, fine. - I'm falling asleep back here.
Anything to keep you quiet.
♪ Welfman, need that fire... ♪
There. Thank you.
♪ Playing this chess, no rain dance ♪
♪ Flew out the nest to the mainland... ♪
Hey, yo, Bodhi,
what's up with this damn car, man?
I know you trolling, right?
Get you a Cybertruck or something, man.
Those go to Mars. Be in the future, right?
- Bulletproof, man. - Hey, it's working, isn't it?
- [monitor chimes] - It's getting... Oh, wait.
Wait, we have a problem.
- What? - What?
Um, well, we're supposed to meet them
five miles past the halfway point.
Okay.
We're not gonna make it.
We have to pull over to charge.
The fuck out of here. Are you serious?
Deadass.
♪ We some old friends, no strangers, hey ♪
[indistinct chatter]
How was that?
It's a start.
[phone vibrates]
Hey, Jesus.
Hey, Tyson, what's up?
Yo, Dwight, we got to change the location
- for this K.C. meetup. - Why?
'Cause Bodhi's toy fucking car lost the charge premature.
[sighs] Jesus Christ. Patch in Bevilaqua, would you?
[line ringing]
- Yeah? - Please hold for Mr. Manfredi.
Mr. Manfredi?
Hey, Bill. I need you to talk to my man, Tyson.
Tyson, talk to Bill.
Tyson? Who the fuck's Tyson?
That the fart catcher who drives your ass around?
Whoa, what the fuck is you talking to, man?
I'm talking to you. Who am I fucking talking to?
Dwight, what's up?
Just hear him out, Bill, for chrissake.
Tyson, talk.
Look, there's a charging station five miles south
- of the meeting point. - Fuck this nonsense.
All right? Dwight, what is this,
some kind of fucking amateur hour?
What's the big deal? For chrissake,
just send a couple guys.
I'll tell you what. Listen to me.
Why don't you gather your fucking assholes,
have them drive down to my house,
drop my percentage at the fucking gate,
and then fuck off till next month?
How's that sound? Does that sound like a simple plan?
How's this? It's late in the day,
we're going with the new plan. Ciao.
You fuck.
Is this guy ever fucking calm?
Hey, Dwight.
Hey. What do you got?
- For my mother. - [Dwight] Yeah,
she's gonna be thrilled with that.
What'd the old man say about the distillery?
Ah, Dunmire's got his hooks in the guy right now.
Ah. Then maybe it's better it doesn't happen.
I mean, New York finds out about it, it won't be good.
Hey, listen. You either move to the front of the line
like this guy did,
or you move to the back where it's gonna be
really fucking boring.
Let's go, Rumpelstiltskin.
Let's do it.
All right, so, bet. When they get here,
we just gonna let me handle all the talking, all right?
What is there to talk about?
"Here." It's not a three-act play.
[scoffs] You want to get spicy with me right now, Bodhi?
Do I want to get s-spicy with you?
All right, look, how about you just play the mute
instead of the jester,
and I'm-a handle everything else.
You think I'm a jester?
- Yeah, I do. - Play nice, children.
Easy.
Same fucking car.
- Are you packing? - Of course.
[Tyson] All right, y'all.
Looks like it just got real, huh?
♪ Quirky music
This bullshit ride. Give us what we came for.
[Tyson] Gentlemen,
welcome to Oklahoma.
- Let's have it. - We apologize
for the inconvenience, you know, the location change
and everything. These are not even my regular people, so...
We give a shit? Where's the money?
[scoffs]
- Oh. - The snap. The snap.
Damn.
All right, you're good.
Hold up.
The fuck is this?
Oh, shit. Oh, sh...
I-I... I grabbed the wrong duffel.
That's... that's my duffle for OCC,
Oklahoma Comic Convention.
- I'm sure you're familiar. - Fuck's the money?
Yo, what the fuck is going on, man?
Honest mistake.
Look, you're already halfway there,
so why don't you just follow us back to the shop
where the cash is? You know the way, right?
Pat 'em down.
God.
Hey, that's-that's not a gift, all right?
I need my shit back.
- Me too. - Shut up.
You... get in our car now.
You guys...
stay with these fucking assholes
and this piece of shit car.
And they better have our fucking money,
'cause if they don't,
I'll call you, you kill 'em both. Got it?
- Got it. - Yeah.
It'll be okay.
Front seat, asshole.
[doors close]
So, what, y'all just gonna stand there
with the guns pointing at me for three hours?
Shut up.
Your arms are gonna get tired.
I'm strong.
Let's go, funny man.
Get this fucking over with.
Are you familiar with the term photographic memory?
Hurry it up.
Every moment of my life is like a photograph
I can revisit in great detail.
You have a very memorable face.
♪ Tense music
I see your face maybe 50 times a day.
The fuck do you mean? Are we done?
[sighs]
Have you lost your fucking mind?
Yeah.
After you killed my best friend.
What are you fucking talking about? That's bullshit.
I don't know nobody you know.
You were trying to kill both of us,
but you're a lousy shot. You only got him.
Why? Because you were being a good little lackey?
You do whatever Daddy tells you to do?
Because it's the fucked-up ethos
of your gangster bullshit?!
Say "thank you
for sparing my worthless,
shitty little life."
Say it.
Thank you...
for sparing my
worthless, shitty,
stupid life?
Close enough.
Grab your money and get the fuck out.
[Dwight] I need a corner. Somewhere,
- Get me a corner. - [Joanne] Corner.
You know, my brother got kicked out of school
for the third time, he got a job
on the docks moving liquor crates.
[Dwight] It paid well.
I'd watch the wise guys watch the trucks coming and going,
and, like, what was gonna fall off the back
and what was gonna get boosted.
And then you became
one of those guys.
I was impressionable, Margaret.
Mm, sure.
An impressionable young man looking for a role model.
[phone vibrates]
Aw, fuck that.
I'm busy.
Don't steal my pieces.
[Joanne] Please.
[sighs] Fuck.
People calling past 10:30.
Hello?
Fuck you, "hello."
Oh, that's nice. What's the problem?
Fifteen percent off the top,
simple fucking math. Just hand it over.
But, no, one of your fucking idiots pulled some weird shit
with my man in the fucking weed shop,
put a gun in his face. In his fucking face.
- He's grieving, Bill. - He's what?
What the fuck does that have to do
with pulling a pistol on my man?
Because your man shot his best friend, that's why.
And I talked to Bodhi. I heard his story
and I'm backing his play.
Did you get what you were owed?
Yeah, I got what I was owed. That's not the point.
Actually, it is.
- [hangs up] - Hello?
This motherf...
♪ pensive music
[Dwight] You don't want to sell to Dunmire.
I think you're feeling boxed in
because of this handshake
from a guy who was twisting your arm.
No, the Dunmires and my family
have a relationship that goes back generations.
Relationship or rivalry?
Sell to Dunmire, you lose control.
That's why I'm here to support you,
you said you're tired.
I am.
Unfortunately, I don't have the will, Mr. Manfredi.
And you can't get a license.
You never know.
But the main thing here is your legacy.
Now, your daughter is gonna have
a significant piece. You are gonna have enough
to live very well, keep your house
and keep your legacy.
It's a win-win.
Dunmire will react.
When I partner with someone,
their friend is my friend.
Their enemy is my enemy.
So, what do you say?
Let me be your friend.
♪ Contemplative music ♪
♪♪♪
[spits]
D-Dad, I got to show you...
The Lord before all else, Cole.
Oh, dear Lord.
[both] We thank you for this bounty.
As you nourish, we shall serve.
- Amen. - Amen.
Now, we got a problem with Montague.
What problem would that be?
Yeah?
[Musso] Clear your schedule.
Next few days, when I call,
you need to be ready to move.
Move where?
You'll know where when you need to know where.
You've been spending a lot of time with Montague lately.
You want to tell me about that?
You got eyes on me?
I'll be in touch.
♪ Sinister music ♪
It's been a minute since I've been welcomed
into this house, Theodore.
It's been a minute since there was a reason
to welcome you, Jeremiah.
Or your father.
Or your father's father.
Well...
sins of the fathers
don't get handed down generation to generation.
No, sir.
And in your family's case, they're compounded.
Riddle me this, Theodore.
Did we or did we not shake on a deal?
It was a bad deal, Jeremiah.
For me and for my family.
You forced my hand.
My family's hand.
You've been forcing it a long time.
I got a better offer
from someone who respects
what we've built here.
Fair enough, Theodore.
Fair enough.
I just came by to give you my blessings
on this new endeavor.
[door opens, closes]
♪♪♪
- Oh! No! Wait. - Get in there!
No. No! No! [Grunting]
[glass breaking]
[blows landing]
[screaming]
♪ Percussive, upbeat music ♪