All language subtitles for Tulsa.King.S03E06

* dramatic, percussive music *

Quiet Ray wants me
to turn on you.

This is way too big to let it
slide with New York.

They're gonna want a big chunk,

and if not, going to war's
a pretty good bet.

I want you to get
one of your inspectors

to shut that filthy event down.

This will be reported to...

Fuck!

[Goodie]
We gotta get rid of the body.

No, we don't.

Let's call it
a workplace accident.

This man has basically stolen
what is mine.

[screaming]

-God...
-We ain't done!

-Yeah.
-You made the grade.

Now we meet.

Take the meeting.

You're not sad, are you?

I'm just kidding.

[Bevilaqua]
You're acting weird.

Maybe you're talking to somebody

you shouldn't be talking to.

What are you saying?
I'm a fucking rat?!

I didn't say those words,
you did.

***

Hands on the wheel,
motherfucker!

Don't you fucking move.

I ain't moving.

***

What did Bill want?

He thinks
I'm ratting him out to the feds.

Is he crazy?
W-Why would he say that?

* quiet, dramatic music *

I was contracted by them.

-What the hell does that mean?
-Well, the feds want me

to go after this really bad guy.

-Uh, no, but I...
-[stammers] Just, no--

That's all I'm gonna
tell you, Joanne.

Well, what's their leverage?
That's un-fucking-believable.

If I don't do
what they want me to do,

everybody is going down hard,

including you,
because they know everything.

Every plan, every detail,

every killin', they know it all.

And I got to finish this job
before anybody else finds out.

See, that's what
Bevilaqua was here for.

He's nosing around.

You know, we just got
to keep doing what we're doing.

We got to keep moving.
I don't care

what's working against us.

We got to work against it.

We're not giving up.
This fucking opportunity

will never come again. I see it.

I smell it, I taste it.

We're gonna succeed,

but we got
to keep moving forward.

You know what the word is?

Momentum.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Looks like
they just might buy it.

Mitch, a word?

Yeah?

Why the fuck was I
the one to find the body?

Because you were
the least suspicious.

Great. Well, I was just in there
having a fucking panic attack

with flashbacks
to Jimmy's body in my arms.

Look, Bodhi...

I'm sorry you felt that way.

Truly. I truly am.

If it's any consolation,
it's all for a good cause.

It better work.

Hope it does.

Tap me back.

There we go.

* quiet, ominous music *

[Cleo]
Uh, sir?

It was an accident.

Why are you shutting us down?

An accident caused by what?

Tulsa PD says
it wasn't criminal,

but until
we discover the exact cause,

your business is shuttered.

[engine approaching]

* percussive, upbeat music *

***

***

* Hello, heartache, goodbye... *

You good, Babe?

I'd rather have
a bottle in front of me

than a frontal lobotomy.

[laughs]

Yeah, that's a funny one.

[Dwight] You know,
it's all about momentum.

Now, the other day,
we had a very successful day,

but things
kind of went sideways.

So now, we got to get
the momentum going,

we got to get the bourbon going,

and we got to get
our booze delivered off-board,

until we get our license back.

What's off-board?

We sell to special clients

who don't care so much
about paperwork.

-Right.
-Moonshine highway.

I'm a little lost.

[Goodie]
We distribute the way

they did back
during Prohibition.

Little before my time.

Yeah, it would be, unless
you're, like, 135 years old.

So we moving the stuff,
uh, under the radar.

That's right. That's right.

We got to get the 50 on the road

before these inspectors and
Dunmire know that it's missing.

And I have a few connected guys
from my former life,

if you know what I mean.

But these guys said they're
gonna take in our product

and circulate it
and keep our name out there.

But this isn't sustainable,
delivering a few cases

of currently illegal bourbon.
What's the long game?

By the time
we sell our first load,

we're gonna be ready
to go to Plan B,

and that means
we're gonna be dealing with

other brands,
which there are about 8,000

different brands,

-not including wine.
-Mm.

That's gonna be
the business model.

We're gonna take the proceeds,

and we're gonna
get into national distribution.

That's where the money's at.

That's gonna be
the ultimate win.

So, why don't you all take off?

Now you got to start to draw up

the routes. Mitch,

you and Cleo,
you head down to Shreveport.

You're gonna meet

this guy named Johnny Wednesday.

He's an old friend of mine,
but he's a little crazy,

a little eccentric.
But he's connected,

so just work with him.

-Clear.
-Great.

I love our road trips.

We got a problem.

What?

Bevilaqua's missing.

He never
made it home last night.

The wife's freaking out.
Sally Dogs reached out.

They know
he was at the distillery.

They don't know
where he went after.

Wife said when he called,
he was headed to you.

Look, we got
K.C. looking at us hard now.

Dunmire's coming at us,
and Quiet Ray's gonna

hear about this.
Shit could get very bad.

Hmm.

I mean, who the hell's
crazy enough to take him out?

* quiet, tense music *

Can I ask you something?

Yeah, what do you want to know?

Was he at your place?

Yeah, he was.

I ain't asking
what was discussed.

Then what are you
asking, Goodie?

Look, I know
he could push your buttons,

all right?

Did things get hot?

No, we talked.

About what?

I don't think
Dunmire did this, you know?

It makes no sense.

But New York,
that's a possibility,

because they reached out,

and maybe he insulted them
by not going along with it.

I don't know.

[sighs]

I think it's time
we gave Quiet Ray a call.

You got it, boss.

[cell phone ringing]

Yeah.

Ray.

Is that you?

Yeah.

You ready to talk to me?

Well, we'll see.

How's the weather?

It's okay,

but it could get cloudy.

The sun needs to stay out.

Yeah, well, I think it'd be
better for everyone's health.

A vacation is recommended.

Where?

A place we both know. "Bubbles."

That's a hell of a long trip.

I hope it's worth it.

Yeah, it could
change the forecast.

See you there.

You think he bought it?

Yeah, there's nothing to buy.

It's the smart move. Tyson.

Yeah?

Why don't you go home
and pack an overnight bag?

Where we going?

Hot Springs, Arkansas.

Where the fuck is that at?

What about me?

Yeah, hustler. You, too.

How hard can these
old things be pushed?

They've gone over 'em
really good.

They're gonna get
you there, and quick.

I think they're better than new.

I tend to agree.

They got dealer plates.
I'd buy it.

[Bodhi]
I'll state the obvious.

We now have transport
and yet... no booze.

Shall we remedy that?

* "Jailbreak"
by Thin Lizzy playing *

Pay attention.

-[Cleo] Afternoon.
-Where the hell you think

-you're going?
-Hey, just left my bag inside.

[taser clicking]

[grunting]

* Tonight, there's gonna be... *

We're not good together, my ass.

* Somewhere in this town *

* See, me and the boys,
we don't like it *

* So we're getting up
and going down *

* Tonight, there's
gonna be a jailbreak *

* Somewhere in the town *

* Tonight, there's
gonna be a jailbreak *

* So don't you be around... *

-What are these?
-My gummies.

Every road trip needs snacks.

Thank you.

And a CB radio, apparently.
[giggles]

Is it your plan to touch
everything in the car?

-Let's go.
-* Tonight *

* There's gonna be trouble *

* Some of us won't survive... *

This is insane.
You know that, right?

Yeah, but that's what it takes.

* Busting out dead or alive *

[engines revving]

* I can hear the hound dogs
on my trail *

* All hell breaks loose,
alarm and sirens wail *

* Like a game if you lose *

* Go to jail *

* Tonight,
there's gonna be a jailbreak *

* Somewhere in the town *

* Tonight,
there's gonna be trouble *

* I'm gonna find myself in *

* Tonight, there's
gonna be trouble *

* So, woman,
stay with a friend *

[Sackrider] We had ABLE out
in force this morning, Jeremiah,

ready to pounce.
Went smooth as silk.

Dead inspector is not
smooth as silk, Sackrider.

If you'd-a handled this
yesterday,

this morning
would not be necessary.

We managed to put a GPS tracker

on the outside
of his vehicle last night.

-When?
-During all that chaos.

That's very good.

Hmm.

I want this gold
pinky-ring-wearing guinea wop

torn out like a fucking root!

Do you hear me?!

Yes, sir.

We'll stop him.

Do you know that
his brother, Joshua,

served in Kandahar
with distinction?

And this child has the temerity
to step into my office

wearing camouflage.

Monitor the seal on Montague.

Make it permanent.

[door opens, closes]

You want to earn
that camouflage, son?

* tense, suspenseful music *

Manfredi.

He's not gonna sulk.

He's got orders to fill...

...and he'll find a way.

Our men will be watching.

Do you want to make me proud?

Then you got to finish this,
once and for all.

Whatever it takes.

By any means.

["Boom Bash" by Onyx playing]

[sighs]

Uh, how long is this ride?

-Have, like, 389 miles left.
-[mumbles]

We should've flew, for real.

No, I don't want to fly

because I like to be able
to move around and come and go.

* It's the boom bash,
it's the boom bash... *

Can I ask you a favor,
like, get rid of this music?

-[scoffs]
-Really, it's driving me crazy.

Go ahead. You can change it.

I don't understand this shit
at all, really. Okay?

[laughs] You could
change it, man.

All right? Shall do. Shall do.

["You're Made That Way"
by The Doobie Brothers playing]

Oh, yeah. This... [chuckles]

Yacht music.
Is that what they call it?

They call it suicide music.
That what they call it.

I'm about to throw myself out
the window hearing this shit.

-Yeah, we're gonna miss you.
-[chuckling] You will.

So, O.G., tell me, what's up,
what's up with this, uh,

Quiet Ray guy? What's his--

He wants what we got,
you know, or a big piece of it.

Don't he already got
a piece of his own shit?

Yeah, they always want
what you got.

You know, that's human nature.
It's greed.

That's how the process
of progress is done, my son.

-You scared of this guy?
-Little bit.

-Yeah?
-But don't tell him that.

***

-Hell to the no.
-[both laugh]

I'm wary. Little wary.

* I know you're made
that way... *

What do you think of my pin?

That's nice.

Got it from a terrorist.

* slow, dramatic music *

[crow cawing]

He's headed southeast on 270.

[Cole]
That's good. That's good.

Hey, just tell your guys
to stay close.

[Charlie over phone]
How close?

Close enough that,
if they get the chance

to take 'em out,
they could do it.

You heard him.

[Grace]
The boat leaves at 3:15.

[Bodhi] All right. We're only
an hour outside of St. Louis.

Making pretty good time.

Yes, we are.

You're really
coming into your own.

Thanks. I feel it.

Good. Well, you wear it well.

Are you trying to compliment me?

Did I fail?

-Yeah. [laughs]
-I'm not good at it.

-[phone buzzing]
-It's really--

I-I-I'll keep working on it.

Hello?

Bodhi, it's Art.

Yes, Art. Hello.

Hey, uh, any of your crew
seen Bill?

I d-- I mean, I wouldn't know.

He didn't come back last night.

* tense, dramatic music *

[clears throat] Well, I'll let
you know if I hear anything.

That was weird.

This is bad.

[Bevilaqua]
You can't fucking keep me here!

Let me the fuck out!

I want some fucking food!

I want a soda. Something.

Let me the fuck out of here!

* slow, gentle music *

How long's the drive
to Shreveport?

About another couple hours.

You think this is
all salvageable?

I do.

I wish I had that.

Blind faith.

You have that in him?

Yeah.

Shit. I wasn't long
out of prison,

and let me tell you,
I was a sight.

After five years
in the state cake

and the olla podrida-- shit--

I was down to about 140
and my last dollar.

So, I lean into my old man
for a piece of his pension,

and I poured it all
into a bar that I named

after the beast
that broke my back.

Then, one day,
as fate would have it,

Dwight Manfredi walks in.

We had this "real meets real"
kind of moment, you know?

Like, I just knew that man.

I don't know why, but...
I trusted him.

-That's rare.
-It is.

Lo and behold,
in three small steps-- shit--

he turned Bred-2-Buck
from a dive bar

into a full-fledged
fucking casino.

He put a crew together,
a bunch of people

I never would've known,
never would've met,

not in a million years.

And somehow, Cleo, it worked.

And it's still working.

Lord works in mysterious ways.

-That He does.
-That He does.

-[siren wails]
-Oh, shit.

* tense, dramatic music *

Bigfoot, you see
that truck following us?

I see 'em,
but they don't see me.

Good. Here we go.

* energetic music *

-Stupid motherfuckers.
-[chuckles]

Refreshments.

Let's do it.

You want something?

Nah, I'm good.
Get something for Bigfoot.

[jaunty music playing
over speakers]

[Tyson]
You know, I've been saving up.

[Dwight]
So?

Thinking about buying
a franchise like this.

Hey, these franchises
get knocked off

10,000 to 20,000 times a year.

Do you really need that
in your life?

-Actually, no. Fuck that.
-Okay.

[grunts]

-[groans]
-[grunts]

-Bigfoot. This good?
-Oh, it's good.

-[Dwight] Good job.
-[Bigfoot] Monster. [laughs]

[Dwight]
Laying down on the job, pal.

You'll never get a raise
like that.

[chuckles]

[engine starts]

* tense, dramatic music *

-[insects trilling]
-[birds singing]

License and registration.

Yes, sir.

-Hand me those papers there.
-Oh, yeah.

Robert Tremaine.

Yep.

You were at least
25 miles per hour

over the speed limit back there.

I didn't realize that.

-You were.
-If you say so.

Oh, I do. Please step out
of the car for me.

Miss... you, too.

Why?

Oh, please don't
make me ask again.

Let's go.

Just step over here
for me, please.

What are you doing?

Cole Dunmire asked me
to say "hello."

[clock ticking]

-[sighs]
-[phone buzzing]

Progress report?

They've got Mitch Keller
and the girl.

Well, that's good.

They're moving 50
across state lines.

Now, do I care about Oklahoma's
half-assed Bonnie and Clyde

transporting
a few cases of booze?

No, sir.

What do I care about?

Dwight Manfredi.

When are you gonna stop him?

I haven't had the chance yet.

Son, it is well past the time

you take personal interest
in your work.

You need to find Manfredi
and end him.

* ominous music *

[indistinct chatter]

[jazz music playing]

-How you doing?
-Hi. Name on the reservation?

Enrico Caruso.

Ah, very nice to meet you,
Mr. Caruso.

Listen, I'm only gonna
be here a day or so.

This should cover it
and a couple bucks for you.

-Oh. Thank you.
-[Dwight] Mm-hmm.

Uh, can we get a phone number?

No, you can't,
but you can give me the key.

Yeah, sure.

There you go, sir.
Enjoy your stay.

-Thanks.
-[concierge] Thank you.

I'll take that. [laughing]

Why are you so slow?

[Dwight chuckles] Come on, man.
What's with that strut?

Do you have a bad back,
or something?

[Tyson] It's my gangster lean,
uh? So who is this Caruso?

Who's Caruso?

Maybe the greatest Italian
opera singer that ever lived.

Man, you got to broaden
your horizons.

[scoffs] Man, my horizons
already broadened,

-if you know what I mean. Yeah.
-Keep dreaming.

So where the meeting at?

Downstairs.

How you feeling about it?

Depends on a few factors.

Yeah, like what? What factors?

How much is he gonna lie,

and is the truth gonna
slip in there by accident?

I mean, I saw some photos
of the guy.

You know, he seems a little
worn out, a little weak.

-Weak?
-Yeah.

You know,
what a guy looks like and is,

is worlds apart.

The mob, you know,
it ain't what it used to be,

but he's been running this
goddamn thing for over 26 years.

And you don't do that
being a nice guy.

And most of his enemies

quietly end up in cement.

That's where he get
the name from, huh?

[Dwight]
Mm-hmm.

So if nobody
want to fuck with him,

why you want to fuck with him?

-Do you own a mirror?
-Yeah, so?

Well, you got to like
what's coming back at you.

[grunts] Let's see
that walk again.

[chuckles] You like that walk?

-Yes.
-[laughs]

* dramatic music *

See what we got in here.

Ooh.

This looks like contraband.

You got a license to sell?

Suggest you come clean.

There's a couple more guns,
uh, under the case there.

-Keys.
-Keys.

* exciting music *

Got it. [grunts]

[engine revving]

***

* "Straight Out"
by Dream Dali playing *

Uh, breaker 1-9.
This is Colonel Keef.

Do we have any smokies
with ears on?

[man over C.B.] Ears clear,
Colonel. What's your 20?

Uh, we're just blowing
through Cow Town. Over.

Yeah,, you're wall to wall
and treetop tall.

Appreciate the eyes.

Over and out.

What'd that mean?

That meant that we have
nobody tailing us.

* Without waiting *

* You're leading on
so you can... *

Don't you think it's weird?

* All of them... *

Be more specific.

That Art called us
about Bevilaqua.

I mean, it must be worse
than he's letting on,

worse than Dwight's letting on.

I don't know, I just...
I have a bad feeling.

Yeah, well, I've had a bad
feeling since I met Dwight,

but he makes money,
and we make money.

Being in business with him
is very lucrative.

Yeah, but we're in danger.
I mean, don't you care?

Yeah. I care.
I've just gotten used to it.

Boy, that's fucking sad.

Do you think he's gonna
pull off this scam?

This isn't a scam.

This is a ballsy fucking move

that could be a life-changer,
and I'm up for it.

* You're waiting for the light *

* Oh, you're waiting
for the light *

Our instructions were to come
to Caddo Parish.

Didn't expect this.

We were told to come here.

Yes. How's Dwight?
We go way back.

-Do you distribute?
-[Billy] Yes.

I know it doesn't look it, but,
uh, I certainly do, for years.

Way out here in
the middle of nowhere, huh?

We avoid the legal channels

and get your product
in the proper hands.

Uh, let my men do the unloading.

Uh, y'all care for something
to drink before you move along?

I don't understand
how this is supposed to work.

It just does.

Ask Dwight
when you get back, okay?

* tense, dramatic music *

[Muzak playing]

Nice toilet water.

Cologne, pork belly.

[elevator bell dings]

[piano playing faintly]

-Slow down. We're early.
-[elevator bell dings]

[elevator door opens]

[sighs]

-Oh, hold up.
-What's going on, boss?

Got about a minute.

Your clock is wrong.
You should fix it.

* quiet, tense music *

Uh, reservation
for Caruso and Pavarotti here.

[hostess]
Right this way.

There he is.

Ray.

How are you?

[Dwight]
So, how was the flight?

[Quiet Ray]
Yeah, it was a good flight.

Been a long time
since I've been on a plane.

-How was yours?
-Uh, we drove.

You drove? Why the hell
did you do that for?

-So I could bring my weapons.
-What, is that a joke?

It is a joke. [laughs]

[gentle piano melody playing]

The fuck is Vince doing here?

What, you don't like him?

-The truth?
-Yeah.

He's a waste of fucking hair.

Jesus Christ.

Well, you know,
since Chickie left us...

[sighs]

...he's kind of wised up.
He's a changed man.

He's changed?
You ever hear of Confucius?

-Yeah, I've heard of him.
-Let me tell you what he said.

The wisest of men and the
stupidest of men never change.

Then I guess I'm the wisest.

Yeah.

Dwight. How you doing?

I'm doing.

You look good.
The hair's grayer.

And your mouth is bigger.

-Go sit over there.
-Yeah, do that.

Take your hair for a walk.

I'd stay clear
of the milkshakes.

Fuck you, Vince.

So as I was saying,

Vince needed a job,
so I gave him one.

So, he's with me now.
You okay with that?

What, are you hiring
the handicapped now?

Yeah, it's fine.

So somebody told me

there's a gangster museum
out here. Is that true?

It's true.

Well, maybe we'll be inducted.

You got to be dead to get in.

Ah, then you can go first.

* low, tense music *

Whiskey.

[Quiet Ray] So what, we getting
something to eat here, or what?

[Dwight]
Yeah, maybe later.

-[Quiet Ray] Later?
-[Dwight] Yeah.

[Quiet Ray chuckles]

I don't want to stay here
any longer than I have to.

-I get homesick.
-[Dwight] Homesick?

Yeah, homesick. You know,
you being a part of the city,

having all your roots there,

part of the streets
that basically made you,

but you don't believe that
anymore, do you?

People change, Ray.

[waitress]
May I help you, gentlemen?

[Dwight]
I'll have a negroni, please.

[Quiet Ray] Sweetheart, just
get me a club soda, will you?

***

Let's talk about
this booze thing.

Yeah, let's do that.

I hear the numbers
are really big on it.

It's a possibility.

-Possibility?
-Mm-hmm.

I want a share.

To keep the peace?

-Right?
-Yeah, to keep the peace.

You know I got partners.

-Fuck 'em.
-Fuck 'em?

Yeah, fuck 'em.

I want 80%.

80? You think
that's right, Ray?

Hey, you fuck up,
this is what happens.

I want to know what you did
with Bevilaqua.

-[Quiet Ray] What?
-[Dwight] You heard me.

-I asked you a fucking question.
-[Quiet Ray] You're not asking

me, you're telling me.

* tense, dramatic music *

Who gives a shit
about that asshole, anyway?

You tried to flip him
to your side.

You and that fucking
lowlife over there.

Yeah, you. You did,
but he disappeared.

What happened to him? See,
everything you fucking take,

that's not yours, you take and
you take, like a fucking animal.

I'm gonna ask you again.
Where is he?

Where is he? Or...

is this a message

that I'm fucking
gonna disappear next? Huh?

You know, that mouth of yours
is gonna get you killed one day.

Don't you ever tell me
what I did or I didn't do.

Don't put your
fucking hands on me.

[Quiet Ray]
Let me tell you something else.

If I want to get to you
or anybody, it's done,

and don't you ever
fucking forget that.

I think you lost
your mind out here.

Let me tell you something...

Down!

-[gunfire]
-[patrons screaming]

-[Bigfoot] Get back!
-[grunts]

* tense, suspenseful music *

You fucking cocksucker.
You're dead!

That was meant for me!

* Can the love we share *

[Mitch]
Thank you much.

* Be too much to bear... *

You know, I'm beat.

Was it all worth it?

* Like fire... *

God, I hope so.

* Like briars *

* Twin mounds of clay... *

Tulsa never ends well
for me, Mitch.

So many things
call me back here, but...

I don't know
if I'm long for this.

* And you mold me *

* We're not a-roam anymore *

* I never felt
like this before *

[siren wails]

* "Big Change" by Neil Young
and The Chrome Hearts playing *

They found Armand.
Hung himself in some flophouse.

Bottles everywhere.

If I hear anything else,
I'll let you know.

* Big change is coming *

* Coming right home to you *

* Big change is coming *

* You know what you got to do *

* Big change is coming,
could be bad... *

[line ringing]

* Big change is coming *

* It's coming right home
where you stood... *

[phone ringing]

[line continues ringing]

* Big change is coming... *

* Big change is coming *

* Big change is coming *

[wind whistling]

* percussive, upbeat music *