Ashes on the saddle
Blood in the sand
Wolves in the shadow
A devilish man
But you can't was the kill From a sinner's hands
But God, it turns out That's just who I am
How's Levi doing?
He's older.
Runs in the family.
How'd you know?
What I would've done.
You turn him against me?
No, he won't pick a side. No surprise.
So what the hell are you doing up here anyway?
When I was a kid, your grandpa used to come in the bedroom, ass crack of dawn,
trying to get me to ride out here with him.
Count on one hand how many times I did it.
He's been dead going on 30 years.
Here I am sitting here thinking about all them rides I missed.
Trying to catch up.
Get a few sunrises in.
Figure maybe…
somehow he might…
see me
trying.
You're on the ropes, son.
You don't have the votes. You can't win.
Yeah, well…
Can't ever could, Pops. Come on.
Where you going?
I'm going home. Come on.
And no, you can't wash the kill From a sinner's hands
But God, it turns out That's just who I am
That's a sad little tune.
"Where words fail, music speaks."
I'm sorry, darling.
I've ended it, had it ended. Which one was harder?
I couldn't say.
Did it feel right in your gut?
No.
But neither did staying in it.
Is this about Staten?
Mom, I'm really not ready for the postmortem, okay?
I loved your father.
I did. But it wasn't enough.
It's almost like I asked.
I mean, I, I'd never take it back.
I got two beautiful daughters out of that man.
But it wasn't enough.
There's a beautiful little beach town in California called Encinitas.
I went there once as a kid, and it was like heaven.
I told your father I wanted to live there, move you girls.
And every year, he'd say yes, and every year
it didn't happen.
I look at you, and I see a goldfish.
And it would break my heart to see you settle for a tiny bowl.
Or for a man, no less.
If Oliver wasn't right, he wasn't right.
I can accept that, but--
Mom, this isn't about Staten, okay?
This is about me.
And what I want.
Well…
that's the most important thing.
Love you.
I love you.
Biscuit, let's go.
-Wait, Lucas didn't come home last night? -No.
No, there's no sign of him.
Thought he might've stayed here, but Tim hasn't seen him either.
Hold it, wait, you don't think he…
No.
No way.
Okay.
Hey. It's okay.
Yeah. Um…
Yeah, maybe I'll just ask my dad to have his guys keep an eye out.
I appreciate it. Thank you.
Of course.
I'll text you.
Text me?
Yeah, I'll, I'll text your phone.
You mean electronic leashes?
You want the government to know every move you make, be my guest.
Wait, are you serious?
-Nah, I just missed my payment. -Oh, my…
You're the worst. You're just, uh…
No, you're the worst.
Hey, it's Ellie.
I'll call you back when I can.
Hey, it's Kai.
Wondering if you have a minute to chat today.
It's more of a… sit-down-and-show-you kind of thing.
What the hell?
Do I want to know?
Nah.
You know, Dan's got guys looking for you.
-Why? -'Cause nobody could find your ass.
People started to get worried.
People like your girlfriend.
Yeah, about that.
Yeah. Shut up. Just get in the truck.
Yeah. Yeah, you smell like a bottle of Boone's.
Here, put this on.
Whoo.
What's going on? Where's the fire, Quinn?
These days,
everywhere.
Could I talk to you for a second?
Not really.
-Wh… Where are you going? -Tuberville.
What's in Tuberville?
A custom pedal I had made for Thomas Rhett.
Wait, you got Thomas Rhett?
Damn right I did.
Don't marry him, Quinn.
All right, I won't.
What? Why… Why not?
You just asked me not to.
I don't… I don't think that's why.
Nothing gets past you, does it?
I broke up with him, okay? He's gone. He went back to New York.
Well, I'm, uh…
Oof! I'm…
I'm really sorry to hear that, Quinn.
No, you're not, and I'm not having this conversation.
What are you doing?
Can I come with?
Know what would have been nice?
Not scheduling this meeting with Sam on the same day as our ultrasound.
I'm sorry, okay? It was a moving target, and I…
It was stupid and wrong, and it will never happen again.
I feel like a walking elephant.
All elephants are walking elephants.
I will stab you.
Oh, shit.
All I see is liquid gold.
Let's make some money, kid.
-What's the matter? Don't like money? -I like money.
I don't like you.
And neither did Cap.
So if you want me to put those feelings aside, you better be ready to pony up.
Whatcha have in mind?
Ten million to cover the drilling, 30% of the profit.
Five million for 65%.
You know, Bob Gaines will front ten for 35.
But I know something Bob don't.
If that wife of yours knew what I knew,
she'd take you to the cleaners.
You two have a family to think about now.
I'm offering you a fair deal and a promise.
I won't let that hussy wife of yours implode your future.
Eight million, 50%.
Okay.
I'll have the surveyor come out tomorrow, corroborate the findings, 9 or 9:30?
Yeah, sure, whatever you need.
Figure I ought to cross my T's.
Of course.
Shit.
-Hey, uh, quick question. -Uh, yeah. Hit me.
Have you seen Lucas?
He didn't come home last night, he missed homeroom.
No one's heard from him. Kit…
I saw him yesterday after I got out of cheer practice.
-Where? -Here.
He was just hanging out, he seemed pretty stressed.
Okay, well did you talk or…?
Yeah, we talked a little.
Mmm… Maybe he's at Double K.
-I don't know. -Or maybe he's right there.
Hey.
-Hey. -Uh, what's going on?
-Nothing, I'm going to class. -Yeah, where were you? I was worried.
I'm fine.
You didn't come home last night.
Right. Well, it's all good.
-Can you not… Can you talk to me? -We are talking.
-No, what is wrong? -Nothing.
Stop. No. Why are you upset?
I'm not upset, I'm late for class.
Okay, then can we talk later?
Sure.
-All right, well, I'm gonna go. -Yeah, okay.
One more, partner?
Oh, that has a nice sound to it, doesn't it?
No, I'd better get back to the ranch.
-Let me get this. -Oh, no. On the house.
Much obliged.
Where the hell is my phone?
Oh, here it is.
Well… Thank you, partner.
-Welcome. -I'll see you tomorrow morning.
See you tomorrow.
Shit, that was close.
-Did we get him? -We got him.
Sam made a call ten minutes after our meeting this morning.
Number belongs to one Jim Gantry, geological analyst.
-What now? -We turn him.
Come on, we gotta move now.
What?
Uh, We have an ultrasound we gotta get to.
Don't make it weird.
Y'all go do that. I'll handle Gantry.
Are you sure?
Yeah, go.
I got it.
Let's have a peek, shall we?
Oh my God.
Say hi to your little one.
Look right here.
That's the head.
And the arm's there.
Everything looks per… fectly normal.
Perfectly healthy.
You hear that?
That's a heartbeat.
That's our baby.
Oh, hang on. They're turning now.
Do mom and dad want to know?
Yeah.
You two are having a girl.
-We're having a girl. -Congratulations.
-Thank you. -Thank you.
You okay?
Yeah.
I'm just happy.
You gonna tell me what happened with Oliver?
If you'd have been around, you'd know.
I had to go see someone about a thing. All right?
Feels like you owe me a tank.
Okay.
You know… Thought a lot about you while I was gone, Quinnie.
Flattered.
-Hey. -You want anything?
Not really a road trip without kolaches.
You think?
Oh, that is an Estevez nose if I've ever seen one.
-Hey. Oh, you're back. -We're back.
Ultra-fast ultrasound.
So, boy or--
Girl.
You poor bastard.
How'd it go with you?
How'd what go?
Jim?
-Why you being weird? -I'm not being weird.
Jim is…
Jim's in the bedroom.
Sidney.
Everything's fine.
My God.
Look, okay, shit went awry.
Is he alive?
My God, of course he's alive, yes.
You were gonna meet for a drink and turn him. What happened?
Motherfucker's a saint!
Unsusceptible to bribes and tits, so I roofied him.
You roofied him?
-Twice. -Twice?
-First one didn't take! -God.
-He's gonna be out for two days. -Don't yell at me. You were not there.
I didn't think I needed to be.
You put the only guy who could save our asses into a coma.
-Don't be so dramatic. -We're so screwed.
No. No.
We're not.
Where's his truck?
-Silver Dollar. -Come on.
Make sure this is watertight.
I'm on it.
Are you gonna tell me what's going on?
I was hoping maybe you could tell me.
With what?
About anything.
Tell me anything.
I…
I don't know…
Oh, it's not that hard, Laur.
Just tell me about whatever comes to mind.
How's your love life?
-Lucas… -Oh, go on.
Tell me, I wanna know.
Who's the better kisser?
-Me or Kit? -Listen.
Things have been complicated lately with us.
No. No, no. Hang on.
I asked you a question. Who's the better kisser? Me or Kit?
I know I deserve this, but--
It's a really simple question.
I just…
It was one kiss.
We're done.
You should go.
-Okay, can we just… No, let's just-- -Go.
Lauren, leave.
I'm serious.
Like mother, like daughter, hm?
Mission accomplished?
Yes, sir. Mission accomplished?
Yes, ma'am.
Sorry for being in such a mood lately.
I don't know why you would be.
I mean, walking away from a marriage proposal, planning a music festival.
-Claire O'Grady. -Claire O'Grady.
It's a full bingo card, Quinn.
Tell her what she's won, Johnny.
Uh…
A four-hour drive back to Ransom Canyon.
Sweet.
Always wanted one of those.
Come on.
It's not starting?
Oh, ain't that the shits.
So now what?
You can't be serious.
The only garage within a hundred miles is closed till morning, so…
So we spend the night?
Here?
It's either that or we hitchhike. It's your call.
One might wonder if you planned this.
Yeah. Nothing says romance like tacky mustard wallpaper, right?
Where's the minibar?
Yeah, where is that minibar?
All right. You head back to the ranch. I won't be far behind you.
Yancy, wait.
I'm scared.
I know, babe. I know.
I keep telling myself that this is all for her.
-Yeah. -And I don't want any bad to touch her.
It won't.
I won't let it.
Be careful.
Babe, I'm always careful.
I need a favor.
-Look, I know you probably don't-- -Shh, shh, shh, shh.
You hear that?
That is the sound of me not giving a shit what you need.
80 K.
For two hours work.
Easiest con you'll ever do.
Never really was the reform type anyway.
This is sad.
This is not sad. This is awesome.
Mm.
I'm getting serious prom vibes here.
Yeah. Total prom vibes.
You know what would make it even promier? Uh…
I don't know. Sisqó? "Thong Song"?
Mike's Hard Lemonade.
Ah.
I was thinking, uh, truth or drink.
I'm not playing truth or drink with you.
Come on, why not?
Because I'm a lady.
Come on, O'Grady. Ante up. Here we go.
-Come on. -No.
Your first boob grab was Amy Fry?
Yep.
-Over or under the shirt? -I thought you were a lady.
Oh, sorry. I thought you had the balls to play truth or drink.
Okay. Over.
But no less memorable.
Who's the best you ever had?
-You're so stupid. -What?
I didn't think it was that hard of a question.
Shit, no, you know, I think I'm going to have to plead the fifth.
Ah, I think I'll drink to that myself.
Mm.
Where were you the last couple days?
Went to see my brother.
Shit.
Levi.
-Yeah. -How was that?
Not great.
Not great. I went to ask him to back me for control of the ranch, but…
Oh, I'm sorry.
You know, what do you do?
Why didn't you marry him?
I think I'll drink.
Miller sets up the shotgun, snap is clean, line holds for a beat.
Here comes Montgomery off the edge…
…fires it in hard and just in time…
What's up, Luke?
Hit me.
-No. No! -Hit me.
-Hit me back. Hit me back, asshole! -No, Luke.
I'm not hitting you, Luke.
Not ever.
Fuck you.
-Ouch! That's… -Relax, I barely tapped you.
All right, alright, my turn, my turn.
I'm going to get you.
-God damn. -Oh, in your face, Kirkland.
All right.
Mmm.
That's not fair. You can't do that.
Why do you think we could never just make this work?
Hm?
-Are we back to truth or drink? -No, I'm just asking.
I don't know.
Fate?
-You honestly believe that? -I don't know how to describe it.
Fate, timing, the universe.
All I know is every time we try some of this, something just always, um…
gets in the way.
-What's funny? -It's just a crock of shit.
You know that I, uh… I wrote you a letter.
A long time ago.
-Ah. -Mm-hm.
Did you give me this letter?
Ah. It doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter? You can't just drop that and then bail.
-It's stupid. It was so long ago. -It's not stupid.
Did I read this letter?
-I don't believe so, no. -You don't believe so?
Look, I wrote it, and I took it over to your house.
And I asked you to meet me over at the old… that old hunting cabin.
When?
The night before you left for Juilliard.
What did it say?
Mm-mm.
I don't know. "I love you."
"You're the one. Please don't go." Blah blah blah. Doesn't matter.
Stop messing around.
I'm not messing around.
I don't re--
I don't remember everything that was in it, but at the end,
I told you to meet me over at the…
the old hunting cabin, and you never came.
I never got it.
Must be fate.
How come you never told me?
I don't know.
I don't know. I'm telling you now.
-You okay? -Mm-hm.
Yeah, I'm just a little drunk and tired.
What are you doing?
Just taking a look under the hood, see if I could figure out the problem.
Yeah, it was the terminal on the distributor cap.
It wasn't, it wasn't… wasn't making contact.
Oh, wow. Imagine that.
Quinn.
-That is so fucked up. -Hold on… Hold--
I tried to talk to you the whole way here, but you wouldn't--
You sabotaged my truck so I'd spend the night with you in some motel?
-I didn't sabotage it. -So we'd get drunk
and you'd give me some bullshit story about this long-lost love letter?
-Beautiful performance. -It wasn't a bullshit story.
Do you know how much I have to do?
Do you know how many people are waiting to hear back from me on enormous problems?
-Yes, I do. -You do? Oh, you do.
And you still orchestrated all of this, you selfish prick.
Okay, maybe… Maybe I'm sick of fate.
I'm tired of the universe trying to dictate our relationship.
Maybe I just wanted to fight back for once.
Maybe you're just an asshole.
Hey, uh, what's your name again?
Eric, Gantry. Big man's nephew.
Eric, okay, look, I tried calling Jim again. I can't reach him.
Due respect, I wouldn't want to talk right now either.
Not if I was shitting my brains out the way Uncle Jim is.
-He just got back from Mexico. -I talked to him yesterday.
Yeah. Poor guy's got it coming out of both ends right now.
That reading about done, or…?
Ah. Check on that for you.
That boy's got the gift of gab, don't he?
Yeah, I'll say.
What are we looking at here?
Shh, shh, shh.
All right.
Hm.
What did, uh, pretty boy tell you you'd be pulling up?
About 20 barrels a day.
It looks like you've been misinformed.
Looks a lot closer to 30.
All righty.
Get to work.
Morning, Mr. Gantry.
Don't go anywhere, sugar.
Officer GQ.
-Can I come in? -Please.
You ain't see El around?
Afraid not. Just little old me.
You sure about that?
Well, if you must know, I have a guest.
So unless you'd like to join us, what do you want?
You're a person of interest.
In a murder.
Um…
He's a crazy one.
I already talked to New Orleans PD. Hate to break it to you.
Yeah, and walked.
The case ain't shut yet.
They've got nothing on me.
And neither do you.
So why don't you piss off, Kai? Hm?
-Tell Ellie I'm looking for her. -Will do.
Where am I?
Jim.
Jimmy, Jim, Jim.
Wait.
So this is how this goes now.
You say a word to anyone, ever,
your perfect little nuclear family goes kaboom.
-You understand me? -Yeah.
When Sam Kirkland comes to you livid that there's no oil on the land
that your company surveyed,
you're gonna tell him that it was a faulty reading, right?
Yeah.
Otherwise, you know what happens.
My little family goes kaboom.
Good boy.
Now, put your pants back on.
Like that little flourish I lacquered on the end?
That was very slick.
Yeah. So, about that money.
You'll get it when I get it. You have my word.
Mm-mm. No, no, no. See, I feel like we've, uh, danced that dance before.
Freddie, you'll get your money.
Okay.
All right, buddy.
So serious, huh?
And hey.
Congratulations.
Yeah, thanks.
I know. I know, okay, but I needed him, all right?
He told me in the joint he had oil experience,
which we needed to pull this off. And hey, it worked.
-All right? We did it. -Mm.
-What? -I just…
I thought, I don't know, I thought this would feel better.
And all I feel is bad.
And worried.
Double-crossing Staten?
Getting back in bed with guys like Freddie?
Is this really who we are?
Who you are?
Arms wide open
In the end
I was hopin' you would show
Getting closer
Every time
Just to watch you're fading ghost
With mine
And I care
When I don't I don't mind
There are lines that we cross
Come on, Quinn, I said I was sorry.
-Okay. -There are lines
That we cross
That we can't come back from now
There are lines
Where have you been, my girl?
Even my phone's been ringing off the hook about this festival.
Half the town is looking for you.
What's the matter?
-Nothing. -Quinnie.
It's nothing, Mom. It's just… Staten.
Sweetheart, how many times have I told you this?
There's nothing good down that road.
I've said that since you first laid eyes on him.
Do you remember the night before I left for Juilliard?
Honey, I don't remember what I had for breakfast.
Staten said he came over with a letter for me. Did that happen?
Did you see him?
Oh, God, Quinn.
I… I… I… I don't remember.
Try.
I don't know. He…
He may… He might have come by.
Did he have a letter?
Don't lie to me.
-Quinn. -Mom?
Yes.
All right, yes.
He… He… He had a letter. I took it.
He came back later looking for you.
I told him to go home. Leave you the hell alone.
Why?
Because he wasn't going to stop you unless I fell dead in the goddamn doorway.
You deserved to fly free. To be something. A chance I never had.
Quinn, you were always better than this place. Better than him.
-God. Did you tell him that? -You're damn right I told him that.
How could you?
You were a child, Quinn.
That man was not your future!
That… wasn't your decision.
You should be thanking me!
If I hadn't done what I did, you would have lived a mediocre life.
Or worse, you would have ended up like me.
Five failed marriages, dead broke,
and don't act like you and your sister don't know.
William left me.
Left me nothing.
The only thing I'm sorry for is needing the money out of this house.
As for Staten…
I'd do the same damn thing given the chance.
That's…
That's how much… I love you.
Is it true that In the end we fall
Who'd have thought that We'd see through it all
Hey.
Lo the voices Do you hear them calling
It burns
Looks like I'm not the only one avoiding Gracie's.
Two beers, please, for me and my friend.
So, what's ailing you?
Long story.
Thank you.
And you?
Oh, it's a long story.
Yeah.
Is it true that Hope will never die
Or just one more
Of their thousand lies
When the battles lost The children cried
Heaven's wept for those Whose tears have dried
It burns It burns
Lucas.
It burns
You rang?
Is it true that In the end we fall
Who'd have thought that We'd see through it all
When you're broken And you got to choose
Mama gave no lessons how to lose