Run!
- Run, run, run! Go, go! - I got an H2S leak
at 5272. Send hazmat and EMS.
We're partners barely a month. Look how well we're doing.
Oh, no, you're not partners with me.
You're partners with a 22-year-old kid.
You bet on him to fail,
so he would owe you,
and so I'd owe you. I don't owe you
a fucking thing and neither does he.
Hey, every time you take a fucking breath,
- you owe me, Thomas. - Really?
Every time you take a fucking breath!
I now know why Monty was so stressed.
The company has no money.
You might want to hang here for a minute, okay?
Well, now, why would I do that?
Because I'm-a get a little rough.
Come here.
Who's the gangster now?
It's like I'm looking into a mirror.
You ever bartend before?
Just for fun.
You ain't gonna think it's fun here.
It could get interesting.
Who died?
My mother.
It's a disease, you know?
And it killed a part of her I loved,
and left us with the woman you knew.
Funeral's Friday.
♪ I got a little change in my pocket ♪
♪ Going "jing-a-ling-ling" ♪
♪ Want to call you on the telephone, baby ♪
♪ I give you a ring ♪
♪ But each time we talk ♪
♪ I get the same old thing ♪
♪ Always, "No huggee, no kissee ♪
♪ Until I get a wedding ring" ♪
♪ My honey, my baby, don't put my love upon no shelf ♪
♪ She said, "Don't hand me no lines ♪
♪ And keep your hands to yourself" ♪
♪ Ooh, baby, baby, baby ♪
♪ Why you gonna treat me this way? ♪
♪ You know I'm still your lover boy ♪
♪ I still feel the same way ♪
♪ That's when she told me a story ♪
♪ About free milk and a cow ♪
♪ And said, "No huggee, no kissee ♪
♪ Until I get a wedding vow" ♪
♪ My honey, my baby ♪
♪ Don't put my love upon no shelf ♪
♪ She said, "Don't hand me no lines ♪
♪ And keep your hands to yourself" ♪
Shit!
♪ Go, man, go! ♪
♪ gentle music ♪
♪ slow, somber music ♪
Come out here for a smoke?
The opposite.
Needed some fresh air.
Yeah.
How'd you finish out the night?
Uh...
Haven't counted yet.
Don't count it out here.
Count it in the office.
I need to tip the barbacks?
Twenty percent.
So, what are you thinking, huh?
We gonna see you tomorrow?
It is tomorrow.
Are we gonna see you today?
I'm a single mother.
I can't be getting home at 5:00 in the morning
to a baby who wakes at 7:00.
Yeah.
You know, I'd count that stack before you say no.
Two nights a week here is like
two weeks of nights anywhere else.
Two nights a week I could do.
I assume Friday and Saturday are the best days?
When oil's booming...
...it don't make no difference.
Every night's Friday night.
♪ slow, gentle music ♪
Cooper.
What are you doing?
Uh...
Came to get my coat?
It's too hot for a coat.
A dress coat. Or a sports coat.
Why didn't you just get it? You have a key.
Well, you told me to leave.
Didn't feel right going in your house without your permission.
But it felt right to sleep on my porch like a stalker?
I called you and you didn't answer,
so I got worried.
Come on in.
Are my things still in the--
Still in the closet, Cooper.
Uh, so, you're working at the Patch?
Mm-hmm.
Supposed to be a pretty rough place.
Lives up to its reputation.
What's with the coat?
Big meeting?
Uh, Grandmother died.
Oh, Cooper, I'm so sorry.
It's okay. I-I didn't know her.
She had a troubled life,
but still a funeral all the same.
- In town? - In the Panhandle.
Canadian.
Is that far?
It's a drive.
Give me five minutes to change.
You don't have to do that. It's fine.
You were there for me.
I'll be there for you.
Like I said, I didn't know her to miss her.
You don't want me to go?
I want you everywhere.
Then give me five minutes.
♪ slow, dramatic music ♪
I thought you didn't know her to miss her.
It's not her I'm missing.
Didn't miss me enough to fight for me, though, did you?
You told me to leave and I left.
That's exactly what I meant.
If you didn't want me to leave, then why did you tell me to go?
Because the only option you were offering
was me completely uprooting my life.
Leaving my home, my family,
everything I've ever known because you made some money.
Hasn't occurred to you to come up
with another option, has it?
So you left.
You left.
♪ slow, somber music ♪
How far is the drive to Canadian?
Seven hours.
Wake me in five.
Y'all got court?
We're going with you.
Well, hell, y'all don't even know her.
- We ain't going for her, amigo. - Well, I appreciate it,
but I don't even know why I'm going myself,
to tell you the truth.
Don't you boys look nice?
Look at you, Dale.
Told you a little fruit and yogurt
- would melt that fat away. - Yes, ma'am.
You been working out, too?
Uh, no, ma'am, I've been taking Adderall.
With these 20-hour days, this coffee
- just ain't fucking cutting it. - Who knew
the health benefits of amphetamines?
It's not amphetamine.
- That's all it is. - Well,
it's working,
- so good for you. - Thank you.
- Hey, baby. Y'all ready to go? - Morning.
- Let's go. - You, uh,
you want to ride with me?
We'll all fit in the Expedition.
Oh, good. Five of us in the same car for seven hours.
That's gonna be fun.
Well, it could be if you let it, Daddy.
Sweetheart, we're driving up through
the Panhandle of Texas to a funeral.
That makes it impossible to be fun.
Only with that attitude.
Tommy, you want me to drive? I am very focused right now.
Wait, what happened?
We're still piecing it together.
One of your drivers ran into a pickup
parked on the easement to your well.
What, wait, who was parked on our easement?
Not sure. Ain't got him out yet.
There's a chance he was already dead
when your man hit him,
which is a good thing for you, I would imagine.
Your driver, however...
did not survive,
and that's not good.
No, I would say it's not.
Great.
I got to go.
I'll call you when I land.
Hi.
- You mind? - Oh. Yeah, well...
Wouldn't matter much if I did. It's not my-my plane.
Here, have a seat.
It's pretty windy, so if you want a drink, get it now.
Once we're in the air, we're gonna need everyone
to remain seated with their seat belts on.
- Came prepared. - Uh, define "pretty windy."
Gusts up to 70.
Great.
Nervous flyer?
I have control issues
that can manifest in certain circumstances.
Flying is one of them.
♪ "Wolf Song" by Andrew Lockington playing ♪
♪ Long, long ride on another day ♪
♪ Come alive on another day ♪
♪ Know that I don't run a little, know why? ♪
Oh, Monty.
I am trying very hard not to be mad at you.
Focusing on the futility of it.
My therapist thinks I should write you a letter.
Who knows? Maybe I will.
Brought you a few things.
Uh...
Your favorite.
Harder to get than I would have imagined.
You didn't mention they're illegal.
And...
You can have this again,
but they have a rule that, uh,
you can't leave the bottle.
So you're gonna have to drink it all now.
I found this in your closet.
Thank you.
Oh, Monty, the 30th anniversary.
♪ slow, somber music ♪
I thought we'd have 20 more.
What the hell is that?
It's called a TRT standing takeoff.
It's because of the headwind.
They do it a lot on shorter runways.
You, uh, you're probably gonna feel a bit of a jolt.
What the fuck? Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God.
I'm sorry!
Please, God.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Look at me, look at me.
This is not how we die. All right?
- Okay. - Now I need you to grab my knee
and squeeze the hell out of that.
- All right? - Your hand is fine.
No, no, no, I need you to grab my knee
because I'm pretty sure you've broken my hand.
- Oh, I'm sorry. - All right, there you go.
Hey--
It's okay.
There we go.
Everybody okay back here?
Yeah? Okay?
Okay, should be smooth until our descent.
Until our descent?
So, how about that drink?
- Please. - Great.
There.
Hmm. What is this?
That is vodka and watermelon juice.
- It's pretty good, right? - Yeah, this is dangerous.
Mm. I add simple syrup.
Hmm. Because vodka and fruit juice alone
doesn't create a bad enough hangover?
A hangover?
I work in the oil fields, miss.
We sweat out the hangover by noon.
You think the turbulence will be the same when we land?
It's the same wind blowing through Midland,
I'm sorry to say, just blowing harder.
♪ "Hard Luck & Circumstances" by Charley Crockett playing ♪
- Mm. - Oh, very good.
That's the spirit.
♪ When it comes to bad luck ♪
♪ I got perfect timing ♪
♪ All the stars just align ♪
♪ Me and trouble ♪
♪ We're old friends ♪
♪ We understand each other fine ♪
♪ Because it's hard ♪
The music stopped.
Ain't no cell service out here, honey.
- What about the regular radio? - It's right here.
See that?
People wonder why I left.
No, they don't wonder why you left, honey.
- They wonder why you came back. - Well, not to worry.
I have plenty of road trip playlists.
What are y'all in the mood for, huh?
- Ooh. - Okay, I've got yacht rock,
sexy salsa.
You know, it's like, um...
♪ Havana, oh, na-na, mm, mm ♪
♪ Half of my heart is in Havana, oh, na-na ♪
- "Oh, na-na." - How do you know that song?
That's what it is.
Geez.
Look at you sad Sallys in the back.
Honey, we're driving to a fucking funeral.
I know where we're going.
It doesn't mean that the drive can't be pleasant.
It can't be pleasant!
We're driving to a fucking funeral!
If you're not careful, they're gonna be burying
someone else at that son of a bitch,
you talk to me like that.
Okay.
Yacht rock it is.
Oh, do you find something funny?
It is the antithesis of humor, Angela.
I don't know how to explain what it is.
Well, why don't you try, Neil?
- Nate. - I know what
your fucking name is, okay?
And after you've explained yourself,
maybe I'll use it.
Maybe I'll choose another fucking name for you.
I don't think you should explain what it is, Nate.
It's a trap, Neil.
I'm waiting.
Yacht rock would be my preference.
Well, it's your lucky fucking day, Neil.
♪ Oh, the canvas can do miracles... ♪
What? I mean, I'm driving you to smoke?
No, you're driving me to suck Freon
out of the back of an AC unit.
- I'm settling for a cigarette. - Fine.
We'll all just be miserable for the whole fucking day.
♪ Sailing ♪
♪ Takes me away ♪
♪ To where I've always ♪
♪ Heard it could be ♪
♪ gentle, pensive music
Hi. Uh, Mr. Norris?
Thanks.
Hey, Grandpa.
Cooper.
That ain't your sister.
No, sir.
I'm Ariana.
Thomas.
I'm so sorry for your loss, Thomas.
Oh, honey, I lost her years ago.
Today, I'm just saying goodbye.
Sit down.
You're prettier than he deserves.
He doesn't have me.
- No? - Mm-mm.
Mm. You're in the habit of taking six-hour drives
to funerals for people you don't know
with men you don't like?
This is a first.
Smarter than you deserve, too.
You don't even know what game you're playing, do you?
If you'd clue me in, I'd sure appreciate it.
Got to ask her.
Play your cards right,
she might even tell you the rules.
Of course, she's gonna change them.
At least you'll know what they used to be.
This ain't your first rodeo with one of these, is it?
This is my fifth rodeo.
If we're keeping count.
Time comes there's been too many to count.
That's where I am.
What are they putting in your water?
Hi, TL.
You don't age.
Mm...
I'm so sorry, baby.
Ainsley?
Hi, Grandpa.
Last time I saw you, you were that big.
Now it's like a sunflower come to life.
Who are these fucking clowns?
Uh, Dale, sir.
That weren't a question I expect you to answer.
They work with me, Pop.
Here for emotional support, I expect.
Yeah, something like that.
As if you loved her enough to need it.
As if there's anything to love.
Let's not get all misty
and forget who we're burying, all right?
Let's get this over with.
♪ slow, somber music ♪
From Psalm 34:18,
"The Lord is near to the brokenhearted
and to the crushed in spirit."
Dottie's life was troubled,
but she has at last found peace.
I'd like to offer her husband an opportunity
to offer a few words.
Mr. Norris, is there anything you'd like to say?
Not to you.
It's not to me, it's to God.
God already knows it.
The Lord is my shepherd,
I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie in green pastures.
He leadeth me to sit beside still waters.
He leadeth me...
...in the paths of righteousness
in His name.
♪ gentle, atmospheric music ♪
Chicken-fried steaks.
I have two chicken Caesar salads,
no dressing, no cheese
- and no croutons. - It's me.
You don't say.
Right here with the other.
You realize that's just lettuce and chicken?
- I do. - Cancer?
Vanity.
I'll pray for you.
- Thank you. - Homemade corn dogs?
Here. Thank you.
You got two corn dogs for lunch, Pop?
Best thing on the menu.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
Mmm.
T.L., how do you like your home?
It's not my home.
It's an old Motel 6 they converted into a place
where we wait to die.
Fire took my home.
Your house burned?
Whole Panhandle burned.
Well, from what?
Same thing that always burns it.
Drought, 70-mile-an-hour winds,
fucking power line on a pumpjack.
Yeah, they need to bury them.
You know how much that'd cost?
You know how much that fire cost?
How many generations of ranchers was wiped out?
Oh, I'm not defending it, Pop,
I'm just saying that's why they don't do it.
Money is the reason.
It's always the reason.
How come nobody's talking about her?
I've been to a few of these.
You lay them to rest, say goodbye,
have a feast and...
...talk about them.
Remember what they meant to you?
She was your mother, right?
I don't have any memories worth sharing.
All right, here's one, since you're so curious.
Tommy.
I remember coming home from school...
...and finding her naked, face down in the bathtub.
I was 14 years old.
Dad, he was working on the offshore rigs in Louisiana.
I pulled her out by the hair...
...and I called the ambulance, and they walked me through CPR
till she puked water in my face
while I was blowing air in her lungs.
And she sat up...
...and she looked at me like I was a stranger.
And then she pulled her leg back...
...and she kicked my nose through the back of my head.
Then she got up and walked into the kitchen
and made herself another fucking drink.
I went and put everything I owned into a backpack,
'cause a backpack's all it took.
Never been back in this town since...
...till a week ago.
There was no miracle involving my mother
other than her managing to die of old age.
And he was too weak to leave her.
So I left all of them.
I didn't come here to mourn her passing, honey, I...
I came here to celebrate it.
I'll be in the car.
Here you go, Pop. Sort through that.
That ought to take care of it.
I can tell you why...
What killed her soul.
But it don't really matter now, I guess.
When she was 17,
I ain't never seen someone more alive.
I remember driving past this park in Amarillo,
all these sports fields.
Kids playing soccer on one and...
football on another.
And on one field,
all the sprinklers were running.
It was August and hotter than hell.
And all those sprinklers made a rainbow above them.
She shouts, "Stop the car!"
And she leaps out
and races through those sprinklers...
...chasing a rainbow and dancing beneath it.
Soaked from head to toe.
It was the most beguiling thing I'd ever seen.
Someone that free.
But...
...demons run faster than rainbows,
and hers caught up to her.
I spent 60 years
waiting for her rainbow to return.
It never did.
But that's life.
And I wasted mine on hope.
♪ somber, atmospheric music ♪
Go say goodbye to him.
I said goodbye to him years ago, honey.
You need to hear the story he just told us.
Oh, the one about dancing with rainbows?
I've heard the story, babe.
Let's go. Come on.
Thank you.
Good luck, man. Take care.
Hey, Cooper?
- We still got to talk, bud. - I'll call you tomorrow.
No, don't call. Come by.
- Love you, Mom. - Love you.
Bye.
What?
I think I understand you better now.
Well, if you don't mind explaining me to me,
- I'm all ears. - Oh, I plan to.
♪ "Time Bomb" by Whiskey Myers playing ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ My head's pounding ♪
♪ As the kick drum's drowning ♪
♪ Everything I got left ♪
♪ To say... ♪
Okay, don't-don't... don't waste it.
Shit.
- Hold it straight. - Oh, yeah.
Hold it straight.
Shit! Fucking hell.
What the fuck was that?
This is absolutely fucking terrifying.
♪ As above, so below ♪
- ♪ Praying for another ♪ - Oh!
♪ Day ♪
♪ Like a time bomb ♪
Whoo!
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ gentle, atmospheric music ♪
Car's waiting outside.
I'm gonna list the house.
- This house? - Yep.
Call Martha Williams
at Williams-True and ask her to come out.
Evening, Mrs. Miller.
- Welcome back. - How are you, Tony?
Good. Please, this way.
Okay.
I have y'all in the corner over here.
Okay.
Grabó su nombre.
Ha scritto suo nome.
- Sí. - Ah! Hello.
Oh.
- Hello, new best friend. - How are you?
I'm good.
- How are you? - Very well.
Hello, Cami. How are you?
Good to see you.
I hope you don't mind my wife joining. Here.
She gets very jealous when I'm dining alone
- with beautiful women. - Please, I wish
I had joined my husband on a few more of his business dinners.
More than you know.
- Thank you. - I took the liberty
of ordering you a tequila.
Ooh, wow. Good memory.
My wife has the memory, I just have the good sense to ask her.
Do you want me to sit at the bar and let you talk shop?
I don't know, how big of a shop are we talking?
It's big.
- Okay. - Yeah.
All right. We'll solve the world's problems
before the first course, I promise.
- Okay. Ciao, bello. - Ciao, bella.
Let me grab the drink.
I'm all ears.
Your company invests in drilling expeditions?
We finance exploration, yes.
- And do you have a ceiling? - Well, everybody has a ceiling,
but we have yet to find ours.
Well, I need to drill an existing well.
It's an offshore rig that was damaged in the hurricane.
In the gulf?
Correct. But there's no risk.
It's an existing gas field,
and the location's been thoroughly mapped.
The challenge isn't in finding the gas,
it's getting to it.
And the challenge with that is the time it takes.
What's the timeline?
If we start drilling in 90 days,
we should reach the field in about ten months.
- And what's the loan amount? - I'd say
$325 to $350 million.
Isn't this something that Tommy should be negotiating?
Well, it's my company.
I'll be paying the note,
I should be negotiating it.
Your husband, he left you quite a mess, didn't he?
It wasn't intentional.
But yes, he did.
Snakes are cannibals. Did you know that?
I did not.
They eat rabbits, mice, squirrels, quail.
But they also eat each other.
I know my business is similar.
But the snakes, we have a code.
We only eat other snakes.
No rabbits, no mice, no quail.
I'd like to help you, but I can't negotiate with you.
Not because you're a woman.
You're not a snake.
Have Tommy reach out.
Are you calling Tommy a snake?
Well, maybe not a snake, but, uh,
he's a hawk.
And hawks?
They eat snakes, too.
Thank you.
Don't you worry about a thing.
The answer is yes.
I'll let the snakes figure out the rest.
You drank your drink already?
Uh, maybe.
It's gonna be a long night.
♪ slow, atmospheric music ♪
Don't know how you turned out so kind.
I don't know about "kind."
I try to do what's right, what's decent.
Don't always do it, but I try.
Like I said, kind.
Would you like to come inside?
You okay with that?
I didn't ask you to jump in my bed.
I asked if you would like to come inside.
I would like that.
My house.
I know.
It's not much, but it's mine.
And I like it.
Miguel's abuelita's house.
Down the street, his tíos, tías.
Sus primos.
They're all right here.
Having met your family,
I can understand why being close to them
is not a priority of yours.
But it's everything to me.
And I will work.
You might not like the job, but it doesn't matter
'cause you're not the one doing it.
And next time I kick you out,
you don't just leave and stay gone.
You figure out why I did it, fix it...
...and then come home and tell me how sorry you are.
I'm sorry I...
struck oil and got rich.
I-I won't let it happen again.
- You're on real thin ice, flaco. - I know.
Um...
I am sorry.
I didn't ask for your dreams or...
which ones I should make come true
and which ones should just stay dreams.
You can't make my dreams come true.
Only I can do that.
Got it?
Got it.
Okay.
♪ soft, hopeful music ♪
This is very confusing.
I know.
It's confusing to me, too.
I want to buy you a new dishwasher.
- Okay, fine. - No, really.
Can we at least take a trip or something?
Trip where?
I don't know. Where do you want to go?
Hmm. You might just figure this out.
It's pretty simple. All I got to do is
ask you everything.
Hmm. My God, he did figure it out.
Okay, now you can jump in my bed.
♪ soft, somber music ♪
Patient suffered traumatic transhumeral amputation,
A.E. right side, BP 98/54,
- HR 122. - Car wreck?
Rig. Caught his arm beneath the hydraulic shaft.
Put him in three. Let's go.
He's awake.
...certain amount of tissue damage to the area.
And that's going to have some other complications
further down the line.
So, what he's currently dealing with
is severe ocular inflammation
and severe pulmonary inflammation.
Now, what we don't know at this point
is whether this damage is permanent.
His breathing is improved.
Once the ocular inflammation is down,
we'll look at what neurological damage may persist.
When you, when you say "neurological," you're--
Memory issues, cognitive issues.
People can lose sense of taste and smell.
How is his nervous system affected?
Does he have full motor skills?
Is there numbness in his extremities?
Only time can answer these questions.
- But he is talking. - He can speak.
He can respond when spoken to.
Does he have family close?
They're all in Houston.
He's gonna need his family.
Can we see him?
Uh, he just regained consciousness,
so let's keep it brief.
Hey, how's it going, my man?
- Boss? - What's up?
You scared the shit out of us, bro.
Yeah, we thought you was dead.
You ain't the only one.
How you feeling, man?
My fucking eyes, man.
Yeah, you're one lucky son of a bitch.
There's dead people and animals all around that pumpjack.
- Yeah. We're all lucky. - Yeah.
Okay. Jerrell?
Just gonna change your compress.
- All right. - Get a nice cool one
- on there. Okay? - Yeah.
Head up. There we go.
How come I can't see?
You took it off, right?
Just keep your eyes closed, hon.
But-but... Hey. How come I can't see?
- It's all right. - I'll send in the doctor.
- Hey, Boss. Boss. Boss. - Hey. Yeah. I'm-I'm right here.
- I'm here. I'm right here, man. - I can't fucking see.
Your eyes, they're inflamed, okay?
They're puffy and they have... have fluid coming out.
Th-That's why you can't see, that's what the doctor said,
so...
Did-did he say I'm-a see again?
♪ slow, somber music ♪
I ain't no doctor, but I-I'll go get him.
Wait, Boss.
How the fuck's a man supposed to take care of his family
if he can't see?
You know how many mouths I got to feed.
Yeah, I do. I do. Let me go get the doctor.
- Doctor! Doctor! - Jerrell,
- I'm-a go get him. - Man, doctor!
- Man, relax. - Doctor! Doctor!
Doctor! Doctor!
Rapid response, ICU 11.
Rapid response.
Rapid response, ICU 11. Rapid response.
Hey, baby, what's wrong?
You save her life,
and then she kicks you in the face.
Who does that to their child?
I don't care how many rainbows she chased.
I hope God takes one of those rainbows
and just shoves it right up her ass.
Honey, my mother
was far away from gods and rainbows.
That ain't where she went, honey, if you know what I mean.
Yeah.
But I'm gonna tell you something that might help explain it.
I had a sister.
And, uh...
...she died from SIDS at four months old.
What is that?
It's when a baby dies in his sleep
and they don't know why.
It, uh, maybe it rolled on its stomach or,
you know, the little lungs
couldn't get enough air, you know.
Nobody knows, honey.
But, uh...
Well, the loss broke her,
and, uh, it just snapped her in two.
I think she was just so scared
to feel any kind of love again after that that...
that she drugged and drank her soul to death.
That's not an excuse.
Well, sweetie, I didn't say I could justify it.
I-I just said I'll explain it, that's all.
What, you think she was hard on me?
My poor father, he... he was scared to death of her.
He would spend a whole year at a camp...
...and not come home once.
Just send the checks.
He wasted his life hiding from her.
That's so tragic.
Yeah.
But it's my tragedy, honey, not yours.
- Okay? - Okay.
♪ slow, somber music ♪
I have to say, there's not many people on this planet
that care enough to cry over something
that somebody else went through.
You got a big old heart beating under that hood, baby.
I got it from you.
- Love you. - Love you, baby.
I've lived through some heart-wrenching fucking days
in my life, Tommy, but this one?
Here we go.
I swear, Tommy.
Like, of all the calamities that I have endured...
Now, what calamity are we talking about now?
The great sunscreen shortage of 2007?
How about our marriage?
We solved that, didn't we?
I mean, I don't see a ring on my finger.
I do. Are we not calling those little shiny things
that reflect on the ceiling "rings" anymore?
This is from our first marriage.
All right? It doesn't count.
It's tainted.
Well, give it back to me.
I'll trade the son of a bitch in and buy a new truck.
Shit.
You know, there are so many things about our lives
that need to be fixed, and do you know where it starts?
This ought to be good.
No, where does it start, honey?
Where it always starts.
The beginning.
I'm not following you.
Your father.
He's rotting away in some miserable excuse
for a nursing home with nobody.
Nobody loves him.
That was his choice.
You can't be a father to our children
if you can't be a son to him.
Okay, two things: first of all,
stop watching those fucking daytime talk shows.
And second of all, our kids are grown.
Job done. They're adults.
Tommy, my life is with old folks.
Okay? And no matter who they were when they were young,
now that they're old, I mean, every regret, every mistake...
...they have chewed them up and mulled them over,
and they are sorry.
I mean, they're deeply, deeply sorry.
I mean, he deserves peace.
And you're the only one who can give that to him.
How am I gonna do that?
Um...
Why did you close the door?
So you don't wake the whole house when I tell you.
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Are you out of your fucking mind?
Good morning, Permian Basin.
If you've got a swimming pool, today is the day to get in it.
I'd fill it with ice cubes first.
102, the expected high today.
Summer came early,
and when summer comes to West Texas,
- it stays. - Till November.
So, if you've got things to do outside,
- you better get to them. - Stop wasting time.
- Stop it right now. - That's the theme
of the day, and here's a song to go with it,
from The Red Clay Strays.
♪ Another year around the sun, and nothing's been done ♪
♪ I got to get out of this state I'm in ♪
♪ My wheels have been spinning, but I ain't been moving ♪
♪ Got to get back on the track again ♪
♪ I've been stuck in a rut ♪
♪ Just a-kicking up mud ♪
♪ And I'm sick of waiting round for the change ♪
♪ I got my foot on the gas, gonna make things happen ♪
♪ And do them all my own way ♪
♪ Can't wait, won't waste ♪
♪ Ain't wasting time no more... ♪
Oh, God.
- Hi. - Morning.
Okay.
You need a ride to your car?
No, uh, I'll just...
call an Uber once I've gathered up my dignity.
Oh, come on.
Don't do that. Don't regret it.
I had a lot of fun.
I'm sure you did.
You're gonna pretend like you don't remember?
- No. - No?
No, it's all coming back to me.
Mind if I use your shower?
What's mine is yours, love.
Thank you.
You do know I saw it all last night, right?
Yeah, well, it was dark last night, so...
Looks pretty good in the day, too.
I'm so glad you think so.
Yes?
Hey, it's me. Remember, from the bedroom?
- Hi. - Hi.
Oh, towels. You need fresh towels.
Right in the cabinet over there, the far right cabinet.
- Great. Thanks. - Cool.
Okay. What?
Look, it's too early and I'm too hungover
for you to be charming.
Okay, fine. I'll just, uh,
I'll call you later and be charming then.
- Great. - Cool.
You know, there's a body oil in there
that is, uh, pretty good, you should try it out.
- Thank you. - Oh, you know,
and the aromatherapy discs are pretty good.
You just throw them on the drain
- and you like-- - I got it from here.
It's not my first shower.
Oh, it's not? Okay.
Well, I'm-I'm in a rush. I've got to run.
- Okay. - Yeah, I'll call you later.
- Can't wait. - Good.
Okay.
Aroma therapy pod, nice touch.
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What are you doing here?
Ignoring my better judgment.
'Cause that's what pleasing my wife requires.
You're here to please your wife?
Yeah, I am.
And what would it take to do that?
Having you in our lives again...
...getting to know your grandkids
and getting to know her.
I'm pretty used up, son.
Yeah, so am I, Pop.
So, what's the plan?
You move me to a home closer and just forget about me there?
No, actually, we're thinking about bringing you home.
Listen, Pop, I'm not gonna try too hard at this.
If you want to stay out here and die, fine.
Or you can come with me and watch the sun
all damn day long.
You can watch it set and sit out there all night.
Second chances don't come around that often.
And this one ain't ever coming around again
for neither one of us.
It's about to go.
Let me go grab my things.
I already got them.
You ain't ever setting another foot in that fucking place.
I'm not sure I deserve this.
What does deserve have to do with it, Pop?
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