All language subtitles for Landman.S02E06.1080p.WEB.h264-ETHEL[EZTVx.to]_Track04

You can't be a landman
and the president.

-Why not?
-You should be in Fort Worth,

-for one.
-Well, who's gonna do

what I do here?

I'm sorry. I don't remember

the last time I saw people just

be happy.

If we're gonna do this,
then let's do it.

Both feet.
I don't need a roommate.

You want to get married?

Oh, my God.

-How about that drink?
-Please.

-Hi.
-Morning.

We're happy to partner.

We don't need partners.

That's not what your boss says.

She told me everything.

I am the fucking solution,

so I'll be here waiting.

You killed a man in front of me.

I know what your money is,
and I can't have it

anywhere near us.

You don't know
where his money comes from.

-Oh, I know.
-You think you do, but, no,

you don't and neither do I.
I will not lose

the company my husband started

eight weeks
after taking it over.

You have our attorneys
meet with his and paper it.

♪ slow, pastoral music ♪

Well, it's that time of year.

The Permian Basin International
Oil Show has come to town.

What does that mean
for the basin?

Traffic.

Oh, gonna be some traffic.

Yeah, you can forget about

making that dinner reservation.

Best you, uh,
eat at home this week.

Well, pretty good
week to be a stripper.

Hey, you can't say that.

Exotic dancer.

Very exotic. So I've heard.

Ah.
Yeah, I've just heard rumors.

They are all true.

Here's a new one
from the Turnpike Troubadours.

Please, for God's sake,
shut the fuck up

and play the song.

I know, you-you like 'em.

Quit talking about it.

♪ I want to know your loving ♪

♪ I want to know it true ♪

♪ Sundowns and sunrises ♪

That shit's gonna
kill you, you know.

Yeah, well,
that's a pretty fair trade

for all the joy it's given me.

You're up early.

Up the same time I'm always up.

Well, when I retire,
my goal is to never see

another fucking sunrise again.

How come you're seeing it today?

I got to drive to Fort Worth.

Want some company?

Pop, all I do is roll calls
for three hours,

putting fires out.

Then I have a meeting,
and then I do three hours

of the same shit
on the way back.

I'll keep my mouth shut.

I ain't looking for company.

You shouldn't litter.

Well, it's my fucking pool.

If it's somebody else's pool,
then it'd be littering.

Fine, then you shouldn't be
such a fucking slob.

And you don't look like

you ought to be
giving out advice.

Goddamn it.

I'll be out front
if you want to go with me.

All right.

You better get ready.

I'm ready now.

♪ The forehead
and ride away and go ♪

♪ I know you, darling... ♪

Morning, baby.

Morning, sweetheart.

-Honey?
-Mm-hmm.

C-Could you please
put all your clothes on

before you come downstairs?

Oh, it bothers you
to see my body?

No, hell no,
it don't bother me. I...

But there's other people
around here, shit.

Does this bother you, Thomas?

Hmm?

-It ain't bothering me.
-Mm-mm.

Morning, everybody.

- Hey, Dale.
- Hey.

Does this outfit bother you?

Uh, this feels like
a trick question.

- Morning.
- I'm gonna get

-my coffee on the road.
-Hi.

-Hey, Daddy.
-Uh, you know what? I give up.

I love you both, and there's
nothing I can do about that.

I fucking surrender.

I don't know.

Will you be home for supper?

Well, it depends
on what the theme is.

Well, since we already
did seafood,

I mean, I'm thinking Mexican.

-Ooh. Yeah.
-Fun?

Can't imagine all the ways

that will be offensive.

In no way
will it be offensive, Neil.

It will be festive and fun.

She does this on purpose.
You know that, right?

I have detected the pattern.

- Yeah, I know.
- If you say

something nice,
I will use your real name.

But if you act like a Neil,
I will call you Neil.

All right, I'm out.

- I love you, girls. Love you.
- Love you, baby.

Love you, Thomas.

Have a great day.

♪ "Hang Your Head Down Low" by
Vincent Neil Emerson playing ♪

♪ Write me a letter, baby,
send it by the mail ♪

♪ I'm in the care
of the Fort Worth jail ♪

♪ I was out moving
on a blood moon night ♪

♪ Twelve just hit me
with them flashing lights ♪

♪ Come on, babe ♪

♪ Hang your head down low ♪

♪ Well, I'm on my way
to heaven ♪

♪ Just please let me go ♪

♪ Late in the evening,
when that train rolls by ♪

♪ Right out the window,
I can hear it cry ♪

♪ Engineer highballing
all through the night ♪

♪ Ole Texas Eagle
on that Mopac line... ♪

-How are you doing, bud? Dale.
-Doing good.

Dale, good to meet you.
Nice to meet you, man.

Hey, you familiar
with one of these?

Loads the pipe, trips it,
and it drops it down.

Okay, now, it used to be
old boys throwing chain.

All right?
Now they're not even gonna be

working the tongue no more?

That's right.
Four-man crew becomes one.

Uh-huh. Is that a good thing?

-Crew cost drop by 75%.
-Right.

Insurance liabilities drop
by a factor of four,

and on top of that,

you reduce your trucking fleet,
reduce your housing,

-reduce any sort of--
-Yeah. I got it,

-I got it, I got it.
-Look, I'll tell you what.

We got a working model outside,
if you want to go see.

Oh, I'm just
window-shopping, buddy.

-Can I grab that hot sauce?
-Yeah, of course.

-Awesome.
-Hey, she got a bite.

-Be careful, all right?
-Thanks, dude. Good luck to you.

-Hey, it's worth checking out.
-All right.

-It's the wave of the future.
-I'm sure it is.

♪ Well, I'm on my way
to heaven... ♪

Would you look at

all this shit here?

It's fucking wild, bro.

Hey, Boss.

Boss, they got planes for sale
over there across the street.

-What kind of planes?
-Like big ones, like jets.

How the hell they get jets
across the street?

Well, they landed them here
in the middle of the night,

I guess. I-I don't know.

What?

Ain't no way they land
a jet in a parking lot, BR.

You know, sometimes
you just a... a dizzy

motherfucker. You know that?

I've seen stranger things
in this town.

Okay, you guys tell me
how they got 'em here,

because they damn sure
didn't drive them.

- Hey.
- What y'all selling over here?

Nothing.

Oh, something being sold.

- Y'all want some caps?
- Hell yeah.

- Sure.
- Thank you.

- Of course.
- Thank you.

Want a picture with the car?

You in the picture?

I am if you want me to be.

Girl, that's
the only reason to take it.

-Hold my beer?
-Sure.

♪ Well, I'm on my way
to heaven... ♪

All right, you guys ready?

Say "dipshit."

-Thank you, guys.
-Here you go.

Thank you.

How about you?

Why? So my wife
can find it on Instagram

with you and...
all that going on?

Not a chance, ma'am.
Thank you, though.

- Bye.
- Bye.

King, would you just
look at all this shit, man?

You said that already.

Well, I'm saying it again.

Look at all this money, man.

I mean, this is just what
they can make off oil companies.

Hey, Boss.

What the hell is that?

That's the future.

Without us.

That's what it is.

♪ slow, contemplative music ♪

♪ gentle music ♪

Starting to crawl.

He's trying to.

Yep, there he goes.

Next thing, he'll be walking
and you'll be running,

and the race is on.

How's work?

Noisy.

Serving drinks
to a bunch of people

who have no business drinking.

What did you do
with the insurance money?

That's Miguel's money.

It's your money, too.

No.

It's Miguel's.

He lost a father for it.

He's not the only one who lost.

So...

...what's with this skinny boy?

Cooper.

Yes.

He's in Corpus.

For work?

No, not work.

What, then?

I want you
to hear this from me first.

Not rumors, not...

♪ quiet, somber music ♪

I never expected
I'd ever fall in love again.

Are you sure it's love
and not something else?

No, I know it's love
because skinny,

stray dog-looking white men
are not my type.

I know it's love because...

...because this thing
tells me every day

that he's wrong.

But my heart...

Only listen to that one.

He's going
to ask me to marry him.

You think?

I know.

I told him to.

But I want you to be...

And I know it's not
my place to say that.

But I hope and pray...

I'm not trying to replace Elvio.

This is the last thing
I ever expected.

You deserve to be happy.

If he gives you that, then good.

Elvio is gone.
You can love a memory,

but he can't love you back.

You're still a young woman
with passion in her heart.

You need to be loved back.

But I want to look
in this boy's eyes

and see for myself.

You send him over
when he's back.

¿Sí?

Amorcito. Ay, ¿por qué
estás llorando?

Well, they sure

have pincushioned the world
with them frack wells.

Not them, Pop. You.

How many of those fucking things
did you stick in the dirt?

I never drilled in the basin.

I ain't never drilled
a frack well in my life.

In my day
wildcatters understood terrain.

They'd just look at the land
and know there was oil under it.

Please tell me
I don't have to listen

to this shit
for three fucking hours.

What happened to just looking
out the window and being quiet?

What happened to
the 50 fucking business calls

you had to take?

They're coming, believe me.

Well, when they show up,
I'll shut up.

Well, I'll be damned

if there ain't one now.

See what I'm saying?

What's the verdict?

Well, I'm halfway there,
I guess.

Son, you ain't halfway
to the starting line.

I need to see you.

I'm headed to Fort Worth.

All right, I'll meet you there.

It can't wait?

I need something for the leases.

Well, what about
the $42 million dollars of debt

that I just paid off?

Dad, they're worth
ten times that each.

Well, you'd have more if you'd
have secured a legitimate loan

and formed a legitimate company

and paid your fucking bills.

So I-I don't get anything?

Well, you're getting your
first check in three weeks.

I need a ring.

-Goddamn it.
-A wedding ring.

And you need that today?

-Yes.
-It can't wait

two or three months?

Or at least till I get back

to fucking Midland?

No, it can't wait.

He's a patient child, isn't he?

Wonder where he got that from.

How much do you need?

I don't know.

How much do they cost?

Beats the shit out of me.
I don't know.

Call your mother.
She knows all that shit.

-All right. I'll call you back.
-Uh, hey, hey.

Hang on, Cooper.
Don't call your mother.

Son of a bitch.

Goddamn.
Had to open my fucking mouth.

It's gonna cost me
$100,000 right there.

Do you have $100,000?

Oh, not having it
don't stop my wife

from spending it, believe me.

My ex-wife. Sometimes
I forget we're not married.

I'd say you're pretty
fucking married, son.

Yeah.

♪ I could walk
right over to you ♪

♪ And kiss you
right on the mouth ♪

♪ I could break a bottle
over your head... ♪

It's hot in here today.

I tipped that cute boy
at the front desk $100

-to crank the heat.
-Oh.

Mm-hmm. I never understood

AC blasting at the gym.

I'm not here to be comfortable.

I'm here to work.

-You know?
-Yeah.

I'm at the gym with your sister.

Ugh.

What are you up to, baby?

Hey, how much
do engagement rings cost?

Why?

Cooper, are you getting married?

I don't know. I'm-I'm gonna ask.

Oh, Cooper, that's so exciting.

Your brother's getting married.

Well, make sure
the girl doesn't have a dick.

-Ainsley.
-Well...

no woman could fall
in love with him.

Not one that can see or smell.
Or hear.

-She has a baby.
-You can buy those

in the parking lot at Walmart.

Hey, Cooper, I'm just checking.

She's a 100% girl, right?

Mom, you've got to quit spending
so much time with Ainsley.

How much are rings?

I mean, you know,

I think
they start around $25,000

-for a sorry little--
-Whoa.

On Zales' website,
they say it's, like, half--

Oh, good God, son.

Stay in your little lane, baby.

No shopping for diamonds
on the Internet.

Go to Bachendorf's,
or you can call Sue Gragg.

Those are your only two options.

Have you talked
to your daddy about this?

Well, he told me to call you.

You know what?

You come by the house.

I'm gonna give you
my engagement ring.

Yours?

Mm-hmm. That way
it stays in the family,

and you don't have to start out
your marriage in debt

like your daddy.

Well, uh, can I come
pick it up later?

Come by whenever you want,
my little angel face.

All right, thank you, Mom.
Love you.

I love you,
my little squishy bug.

All right, bye.

I could smell him
through the phone.

Honey, those are
called pheromones.

Your brother's pheromones
are supposed to repulse you.

That's how evolution
prevents incest

and six-toed little feet.

Never thought about it
like that.

It's true.

So God wants me to hate him.

Hate's a strong word, Ainsley.

Okay? But he sure don't want you
going to prom with him.

Ew.

I got to call your daddy.

Well, hey, babe.

Our baby's getting married?

Yeah, it looks like
it's going in that direction.

Hey, did he talk to you
about a ring?

I got him all squared away.

-Yeah, and how'd you do that?
-I gave him mine.

You mean that big old fucking
ugly-ass thing from Victor?

Are you nuts? Good God, no.

That's a 22-carat
canary diamond.

I'm giving him
the one you got me

since it's tainted
with the stench of failure.

Baby, you got to get me
a new one.

And there's no sense in Cooper
spending all that money.

And it gives me something to do.

I'm gonna go
ring shopping, baby.

-I need the jet.
-Ooh.

You don't need the fucking jet

to go jewelry shopping, honey.

There's plenty of diamonds
in Midland.

Honey, look at me.

Diamonds

are in Dallas.

Plus, this little one

needs to go school shopping.

Oh, I need clothes.

So badly.

Shit. All right, well, the jet's

dead-legging back to Fort Worth
this afternoon.

-Wait.
-Thanks, Daddy.

You're going to Fort Worth?

Yeah.

Well, let's make
a weekend of it.

Don't leave me here.

Well, honey,
if it was a weekend,

that'd be one thing,
but it ain't.

Baby, Friday is
when the weekend starts.

I don't want to hear
one more thing.

I'll plan everything. I'm
gonna meet you at Cattlemen's.

We're gonna have so much fun.
I love you.

- Mwah. Whoo!
- Thank you.

H-Hang on a...

Well, Pop...

I was wrong.

Hundred grand
ain't gonna scratch

the surface on this shit.

You know those little monkeys
they put on the back

of border collies at the rodeos?

Yeah.

Border collie runs
all over the place,

monkey's just trying to hang on.

No control over
where it's going.

No way to get off
without fucking dying.

Crowd laughing at him
as he whips by.

That's you.

Fuck you.

You're the monkey
on a runaway dog.

Oh, shit.

♪ suspenseful,
atmospheric music ♪

Typically, the rig
would be tugged out of port

down the mouth
of the Mississippi

into open water.

And this is
the rig location here?

In the Gulf of Mexico?

America.

That is currently
its legal name.

The Gulf.

Let's just call it the Gulf.

That's the location
of the rig's future home.

Correct. Replacing the rig
we lost to Francine in 2024.

I'm assuming Francine
is a hurricane.

Correct. And since
we previously had a well there,

we know the location
of that well.

We can bypass
most of the due diligence

prior to sending the rig to sea.

Once it's in the region,
we can set it

and drill as close as possible
to the previous well.

Why not just reconnect it
to the existing well?

Integrity of the wellhead
was compromised.

There's no way to repair it.
It's too deep.

What's the timeline
to drill another well?

End of the year.

And how much can it produce?

Old well produced
200 million cubic feet a day.

Help me understand that
in dollar figures.

Gross revenue's
over a billion a year.

Depending on
almost countless factors,

one would hope
for an ROI of 20%.

At that volume,

with a price increase
from today's price of $3.47

to a peak of $15.78 in 2005,
you can 5x that percentage.

Do we have an offshore geologist
who can oversee this project?

Possibly. We have one
who worked offshore for BP.

-What's his name?
-Newsom.

-I should meet him.
-What for?

There is an offshore well
none of you knew about

that generated $150 million
in net revenue a year.

And rather than spend
an insurance payout

to continue that revenue stream,

Monty chose to take that money
and spend it on a field

of workover rigs
with no guarantee of a return.

I don't have time
to explain the game to you.

Oh, my God, I don't care,
and that is why

I want to meet
with someone who can.

Not an attorney
and not the fix-it man

who found himself president
of an oil company.

A scientist.

I'd like to meet
with this Newsom.

I assume he has some sort
of field office or...

I'll send you a pin.

5 p.m.

"Please"?

If you're gonna treat me
like a fucking secretary,

you could have the common
decency to be polite about it.

If you would be so kind
as to inform Mr. Newsom

I will meet him at five,
it would be greatly appreciated.

-I will let him know.
-And I will be reporting

your use of profanity to HR.

I am the head of HR, so consider
your complaint filed.

Nothing about this
is how a company should be run.

Says the 29-year-old

who's never run a company.

All right.

♪ "Be Here" by
Turnpike Troubadours playing ♪

♪ In the bitter,
honest light of day ♪

♪ I really don't need
to be here ♪

♪ There ain't too much
left to say ♪

♪ Really don't need to be here ♪

♪ It's all a racket anyway... ♪

Damn, this town has changed.

Well, this damn brick road
hasn't changed.

Feels like it's gonna rattle
my fucking teeth out.

I remember they drove
cattle up this road.

They still drive cattle
up this road, Pop.

Only difference is,
now it's for the tourists,

not for the packers.

♪ O Lord, the road I'm on ♪

♪ A little harder now to talk ♪

♪ Tell them what they want
to hear... ♪

This ain't gonna take long.
You mind staying in the truck?

Hell yes, I mind
staying in the truck.

I'm 80, not eight.

Can't leave your kids
in the truck anymore, Pop.

Well, you're sure as hell
not gonna leave me

sitting in the truck.

All right, fine.

♪ Well, ain't no changing me ♪

♪ slow, pastoral music ♪

Wow, that looks dangerous.

It is dangerous.

But there's a beauty to it.

It's like a violent ballet.

I'm surprised
you haven't seen this before.

Well, you know, there's...

there's two Fort Worths,

-and I don't live in this one.
-Mm.

Ah, shit.

Pop, you just hang around here
for a minute, all right?

If you get hungry,

-here's some money--
-I got money.

Really?

Well, why are you living
in the spare room in my house

-if you got money?
-I got money for a hot dog,

I ain't got enough
for a fucking house.

All right, well, just stay here.

You in the market for one?

Not for a long time.

Still like
looking at 'em, though.

Yeah, they ain't changed much.

Everything else sure has.

Yeah.

♪ tense, atmospheric music ♪

This one's yours?

Well, it's-it's Kit's horse.

-This is Kit's horse.
-Oh, well...

-Cami.
-...hey, Kit. How are you?

Good. How are y'all?

Good.

It's Kit's horse,
but I manage the syndicate.

So, what's this horse's name?

His name is Noche.

But his full name
is Noche Oscura del Alma,

which means
"the dark night of the soul."

Well, that is quite
a unique name for a horse.

It's from a poem
by St. John of the Cross.

It means different things
to different people,

but for me it's about...

about finding comfort in,
in a time of crisis.

You're in a time of crisis,
I believe.

Maybe you should read it.

I will.

Mucho, Noche.

Hey. I didn't know
you were a horseman, Tommy.

No, I like motorcycles.
They're faster and you don't

have to feed 'em.

You're too practical, Tommy.

But there's no art
in riding a motorcycle.

This is art.

Yeah, maybe the art
of money laundering.

If I wanted to launder money,
I'd invest in a franchise

of tanning salons
and be done with it.

How you doing, Cami?
I didn't know you were coming.

Well, why wouldn't I?

I mean, it's my company.

T.L.?

Nash. Peters.

Your roughneck for Magnolia.

Before the crash.

Yes, sir.

How you been?

Well, still breathing.

You?

How do I look like I've been?

At least you ain't wearing
one of these things.

That's 'cause I'm too crippled
to commit a crime.

Eh, you were never no outlaw.

You ain't looking much outlaw
these days either.

Well, this is
for bouncing checks.

How outlaw is that?

Not very.

Still got that pretty wife?

Pretty wife died.

Sorry to hear it.

Heart died a while ago.

Just took her body
40 years to catch up.

You into the horses?

Nash?

I doubt we talked this much
when we worked together.

I don't see any point
in doing it now.

You were always a dick.

Yeah, maybe so, but I ain't
the one picking up trash.

♪ urgent music ♪

Where's the geologist?

He's in his office.

Excuse me, ma'am,
you can't park here.

Fuck.

Wasn't gonna be
the first thing I mentioned,

but I'm glad
it's out in the open.

Nate said you needed
a crash course

in getting drilled offshore.

-Drilling a well offshore.
-Yes.

-Well, I'm your man.
-Can the double entendres

cease, please?

That's not what I meant.

We have a hard deadline
of 45 days to launch a rig,

and I do not understand
the hurdles we will face.

Well, there will be plenty,
and I can explain them to you.

Want to come in?

Uh, no, I do not.

Want to sit on the tailgate
of my truck

where you have
plenty of witnesses?

-Better.
-All right.

You look beautiful.

You understand
that a romantic relationship

with an M-TEX employee

violates the stipulations
of your contract?

It actually states
that a romantic relationship

with a subordinate
violates the agreement,

which means you're the only one
who violated the contract,

you little lawbreaker, you.

God.

Take ten months to set the well.

Once it's on-line,
we go 70-30, 70 my way.

I'll pay you back 20%
to service debt.

When the loan's paid,
it's 50-50,

but it's a true split.

We split everything.
We split the overhead,

the maintenance, all of it.

You got your numbers backwards.

The fuck I do.

I'm paying the rig expenses

and servicing debt,
and you're making 30%.

60-40 with a 30% promoter
off the top.

I can't cash flow the rig.

I'll give you a pick rate.

And no debt service
until your well is on-line--

No, I'm not my son.
I don't loan to lose.

60-40, with a 20% promote.

All the 40 goes
to the debt service

until the loan is paid off,

then it remains a 60-40,
but the promote goes away.

And we share the expenses
on the same scale, 60-40.

That sounds like a good deal.

It's a forgiving deal.

It shows you the kind of...

...partner I can be.

Tommy?

If you agree, I'll have
my attorneys paper it.

- I agree.
- We're not done

-negotiating yet, Cami--
-We're done now.

Our attorneys paper it
and you redline it.

It's my new goal in life, Tommy,
to have you trust me.

That's a pretty lofty goal.

You can paper it.

You son of a bitch.

Fuck you.

I'll be back.

Get up,

- you son of a bitch.
- Get off me!

Get off me.
Don't you run away, old man!

Get up here, you bastard.

Get up here.
See what the fuck happens.

-Let me go, boy.
-Don't you run away from me!

Hey. What in the goddamn
hell did you do?

-Come here.
-Say it again

-and see what happens.
-Pop, come here.

Come here, goddamn it.

-Come here.
-Fuck you!

Hey, hey. Hey, guys,

-help me handle this, will you?
-Yep.

-I got it, I got it.
-Hey! Come here.

Come up here
and see what happens.

Pop, get your ass over here.

Come here!

Come on, come on.

You go sit in the fucking truck.

One of these days,
you'll be in my shoes.

We'll see what happens then.

I tell you what,
if I was in your shoes,

I'd be hot-footing it
to that fucking truck

and talking me out of getting
into fucking jail.

That's what I'd be doing.
Goddamn it.

Hey, guys.

Guy's on a work crew
for the county.

-He's not saying anything.
-All right. So, we good here?

Yeah, just get him out of here.
I'll take care of it.

I will.

♪ tense, atmospheric music ♪

Ah, fuck.

-Everything all right?
-Yes, ma'am.

Tommy's dad. It's all good.

You okay?

It's always a loaded question
with me, Cami.

Well, we're gonna go
and take a look at the stallion.

- Join us. Come on.
- No, I got a horse's ass

of my own to deal with.

Well, we're gonna
be celebrating tonight.

-Join us tonight.
-Well, I've got my wife

and my father,
and as you can tell,

-he's an outdoor cat, so...
-Tommy.

Not business,
just wives and celebration.

Can't wait.

Hey, Pop? What in the world?

You should take me
back to the home.

This ain't working.

You know, you're lucky you're
not wearing an orange vest

at the next fucking
horse show in there,

cleaning up trash cans
right beside him.

You think I give a shit?

Oh, it's pretty clear
you don't give a shit.

I wonder what somebody
would have to say about Angela.

Angela can take care of herself.

Ainsley, then.

Did he know Mama?

♪ slow, somber music ♪

Is that it?

Did he say something about Mama?
Did he call her a whore

or an addict or a thief
or something?

'Cause it's true.

I'm glad you don't understand.

Because I barely understand it.

And I lost a child, too.

And she didn't grow inside me.

My body didn't nourish her.

It shattered me,
but it didn't scramble my soul.

It scrambled her soul, son.

And you never got to meet
the most joyous...

...loving creature
that I've ever seen

on this fucking planet.

You could say I wasted my life
and ruined yours,

and maybe I did,

but for the hope that maybe
she was in there somewhere, son.

Well, Pop, I don't think
hers is the only soul

that got scrambled.

Come on, let's go, Pop.

Pop, let's go.

♪ lively, suspenseful music ♪

Hello, Mrs. Russo.

-It's Norris now, sugar.
-Oh.

Should we still bill
the Russo account?

We can damn sure try.

Is this all the luggage?

The goal's not to arrive
with luggage, Christian.

The goal is to leave with it.

We're going shopping!

Whoo!

Want a beer?

I don't think you should be
drinking on the job.

It's past five. Job's over.

Well, you have to drive.

I won't leave this site
for three days,

not until the well is on-line.

Here.

-I have to drive.
-Not for a while, you don't.

You can be good at your job
and enjoy yourself.

You know that, right?

So...

Here we are.

Now, Francine hits this rig
and causes surface damage,

but that's not
what shuts it down.

It began pumping water,

which means there was
a blowout in the well.

-A blowout?
-Yeah, offshore.

That is the nightmare.

When Horizon blew--
now that's oil, not gas--

it killed a dozen people,
but if a gas well blows--

So, there was a blowout?

Yeah. They shut the well down,
they brought the rig back.

-They did the right thing.
-And now

we're required
to drill another one,

with no guarantee
we'll find gas?

There's no guarantees,

but a gas field
is different than oil.

It's a much more
forgiving process,

from an exploration perspective.

You just...

you've got to choose
the right spot.

Can you?

Find the right spot?

Are you asking me to?

Yes.

♪ slow, gentle music ♪

Just so I understand,
y-you're asking me

to lead the drill
on an offshore rig.

I am asking you
to lead the drill

-on an offshore rig, yes.
-Mm-hmm.

Hey, you can't...

That's assault,
you son of a bitch.

-What's so funny?
-It's not funny.

I'm not, I'm not...
It's not funny, it's just,

watching your internal struggle
to let yourself feel good,

it's... it's fascinating.

Well, I'm glad you find it
so entertaining.

-Yeah, I do.
-We work together.

How many hours a day
do you give your job?

-My job?
-Mm-hmm.

My job gets all of them.

-Oh, yeah? Right.
-Every hour.

Mine, too.

Where else you gonna
meet someone?

There are people everywhere.

There's no people anywhere.

Everyone's gone home.
The town is 15 miles away.

Okay, let's just slow this down.

All right.
I'll take you for dinner.

Or I'll make you dinner.

How will you make dinner
out here?

How?

I'll take food
out of the refrigerator.

Then using a heat source,

maybe the gas burner
in my fifth wheel,

maybe some mesquite wood
in the grill, you know,

-I'll make you dinner.
-Don't be an asshole.

I will make you dinner.

-Fine.
-Okay.

-Great.
-Lovely.

Follow me.

Aww, thank you.

Thank you so much.

Let me get those.

Thank you, Christian.

Buying new clothes
is so rewarding.

It's like purchasing hope.

That's very well said, baby.

Nothing rids the blues
like a good shopping spree.

You have the blues?

I never have the blues, baby.

My grip is firmly
around the scrotum of life,

and I will never let go.

Hey, babe.

-Where you at?
-I'm sitting at the bar

at Cattleman's, waiting on you.

Well, I'm headed your way.

Hope you've got
your dancing shoes on.

I do not.

I've got my "sit in the booth
in the corner,

skulking" shoes on.

Well, you better change
your footwear, Mr. Grumpy Pants,

because we're going dancing.

Honey, y-you know
damn well that that's--

I swear, my wife
could make mourners

take tequila shots
at a fucking funeral.

Ex-wife.

Ex-wife, thank you.

You ought to remedy that.

And quick.

Before she comes to her senses.

It's on my list.

Move it to the top.

Noted.

What do you got?

Ten years left?

Before climbing on that barstool

is a fucking struggle
like it is for me,

before the smoking, drinking
and the rest of it

slows you to a crawl.

Your making-memory days
is about behind you, son.

And trust me,

living off of memories
ain't no living at all.

You got to make them...

...while you can.

You hear me?

I hear you, Pop.

Hola, mi amor.

¿Qué estás haciendo?

Ay, travieso.

What am I gonna do
with you, huh?

Yeah?

Come on.

Hi. Hey.

I never noticed
the uniforms till now.

They definitely
make a statement.

You know, that place
can be pretty rough at night.

Behind the bar
is the safest spot.

In front of the bar
is a completely different story.

I spoke to your dad.

I heard.

Hey, do me a favor.

Take Miguel
to his abuelita's house.

I can watch him.

No, you're not ready for that.

I am gonna be late.

-I'll be up.
-Real late.

I'll still be up.

Looks like I have two sad dogs

staring at the door
waiting for me to get home.

Well, we'll sit here
and suffer together.

I'll make it up to you.

Don't leave my son on the floor.

I got him.

Be careful.

Hey, bud.

You ready?

♪ slow, gentle music ♪

Come in.

Uh, I'm around
if you need anything.

Have a seat.

Okay.

Oh...

Yes, yes.

Here.

No, no, no. Look at me.

Now explain to me why

you should marry
my grandson's widow.

Well...

No answer?

I ain't ever...

I've never been in love before.

♪ slow, atmospheric music ♪

I didn't even know
what those words meant.

But when I look at her,
I just want to make her happy.

And I'll do whatever
I got to do to achieve that.

Now that I'm with her,

the only thing
that makes me happy is her.

It's kind of got me turned
upside down.

I-I've got these butterflies
when I'm with her, and...

I got them when she's gone.

I spend most of my time
sick to my stomach

'cause I'm worried I'm not doing
enough or-or doing it right.

I don't think
I'm very good at it.

Part of the problem.

Hmm.

Guess you know
what it means after all.

I'm sorry,
I'm-I'm just blabbering.

That's what grandmothers
are for.

When you need to blabber,
you come to me.

-You hungry?
-Uh, n...

Yes, ma'am.

How are you on the grill?

Um...

Men must know
how to grill and make salsa.

The rest, we will forgive you.

Come on.

Uh, what about Miguel?

Miguel is free to wander.

My house is babyproofed
to my knees.

Once he can walk,
it's a different story.

Okay.

♪ Just a broken-down cowboy ♪

♪ All out on his luck ♪

♪ Been through the best
of his friends ♪

Don't let her drink too much.

♪ On a long, lonesome highway ♪

♪ In an old pickup truck ♪

-Whoo!
-♪ He crossed Texas ♪

♪ Like a hot, dusty wind ♪

♪ He was an all-around cowboy ♪

♪ Back in '89 ♪

♪ From the top,
it's been a long way down ♪

♪ Since the whiskey
and the women... ♪

What are you doing?

I'm just taking it all in.

Mm-mm.
See, that's not gonna work.

See, Friday night
is not a spectator sport.

Friday night is full-contact,
and we're about

to have some.

See, your grump of a son
won't dance with me.

I don't see a dance floor.

You see this floor?

Once we start dancing
on this son of a bitch,

dance floor is what it becomes.

I guess I got a dance or two
left in me.

All right.

♪ He'll be an all-around
cowboy again ♪

♪ So, he rolls up a smoke... ♪

Ainsley!

Ah...

¡Vamos a bailar!

One, two, one, one...

Your wife has a real gift.

-Well...
-She can get anybody

to shred their inhibitions.

Yeah.

My wife has that.
It's very likely

that we're gonna regret
getting them together.

♪ In the days
of his first rodeo... ♪

I think the likelihood of that
is guaranteed.

All your worries
are for nothing, my friend.

My two businesses,
they never cross.

Except remember that one time
when you drove to Odessa

and killed those drug dealers
in the basement

of a fucking strip club?

I killed because they crossed.

I killed to save you.

There are people in my business

that are starting to feel that
your-your business is better.

Less risk but not less money.

Well, if you ever
doubt that, bud,

just walk the streets
of Acapulco

or spend a couple
of days in Dubai,

and you'll know exactly
who has more money.

What's your father's story?

My father's story's over.

Doesn't look like it's over.

It's over.

♪ slow, atmospheric music ♪

You know, I get the sense
that she don't trust you.

Me and her husband
started out together.

So, at one point,
I had a version of what she has.

But I didn't hedge it.

Crash of '08
pretty much cleaned me out.

So I went to work
for her husband.

She don't trust me
'cause she thinks I'm a loser.

And she thinks
I'm gonna lose her fortune.

Well, you're gonna have
to do something about that.

Because when those sharks
smell her doubting you,

they're gonna poison her
with reason to get rid of you.

♪ gentle music ♪