All language subtitles for The.Lowdown.(2025).S01E03.Dinosaur.Memories.21

♪ I wake up Sunday morning ♪

♪ With my mind all in a haze ♪

♪ Tear stains on my pillow ♪

♪ And make-up on my face ♪

♪ I see those
Empty whiskey bottles
♪

♪ And records scattered
On the floor
♪

♪ And from the next room,
I hear crying
♪

♪ Then I remember
The night before
♪

Here you go.

This is hazelnut?

Damn, that's warm.

Hey, coffee's hot.

Henry installed one of those,
uh, thing-a-majigs, whatever.

- Coffee machine.
- Yeah.

- You're still here, huh?
- Here to help, boss.

Yeah, with him here, let's see
those dudes try to chuck

you in the back
of the trunk now, pedo.
Ain't going down.

Stop calling me pedo, okay?

It is not a cool nickname.

All right, goddamn.
What the fuck am I supposed
to call you, then?

I don't know.
Lefty, Lucky, something cool.

Hey, no, no, no, no, no, no,
that's not how
nicknames work, dawg.

Start calling you Scarecrow.

Why? Cause I'm tall?

Nah, dude, 'cause you don't use
your fucking brain.

Listen, call me my name, Lee,
or you'll be working
at the bus plant.

Lee.
Okay, yeah, we got it, Lee.

Ol' Left Nut Lee.

Oh, jeez.

Lunatic Lee.

Lee, we got you, Lee!

What a classic stinker.

Because your mom
doesn't like you staying
at the bookstore anymore.

- 'Cause it's not safe.
- Why isn't it safe?

It's that one right there,
see it?

- That one?
- Yeah.

Here we go.

So, actually
it has two full baths,

which personally I think
is super rare for a quadplex.

You said it was a duplex.

It's quadplex.

so, it's like an apartment.

Anyway, I think it would be
awful nice for a young girl

on the cusp of womanhood
to have your own shower.

Come on, you can put
all your girly stuff in there,
like your hair products,

and your nail stuff,
and your trimmers
for your personal grooming.

Sneaking all the boys over.

- Vicky?
- Yes.

How did the estate sale
finish off, huh?

Did you sell all those
books in Dale's study?

- I did, actually.
- Mm-hmm.

- I made quite a profit.
- Who's the lucky winner?

Let me guess, Ray?

Actually, you know what?
He stood me up, that scamp.

Yeah, he said he was coming,
and he never showed.

- What do you mean?
Who bought 'em?
- Fuck if I know.

- Sorry.
- What do you mean?
You-You don't remember?

No, I don't remember.
There were like 500 people
in the house.

Uh, speaking of houses,
do you wanna rent this one?

Because, um, honestly,
I am late for a full Brazilian.

How's the neighborhood?

It's affordable.

Yeah, but is it safe?

Tulsa has the worst crime
in the country, you know.

- Per capita.
- Well,
that's depressing.

Um...

I don't know, there's like
a cute little police station
nearby, if that helps.

Um... It's...

But, okay, actually
that probably makes it worse.

Feels safe. We'll take it.

- Really?
- Great!

Okay, I can see him.

Hey. There he is.

May I?

Goddamn.

- Getting old,
it ain't for sissies.
- Mmm.

Listen,
thanks for meeting me, Chubs.

I wanted to check in
on that prick reporter.

I told him to stay away.

Good, I had my lawyers put
a call on to that paper,
that
Heartland Press.

It's a long-form magazine.

I don't care what it is.
The guy cornered me
in a bathroom,

my dick in my hands,
like a goddamn psychopath.

The guy asking me questions
about skinheads and kidnapping!

I'm sorry,
I don't mean to raise my voice.

Look,
there's something else too.

Something I need done.

I'm gonna be looking at getting
a security detail
if I'm elected.

Protect me from nutjobs
like Lee Raybon.

You do me this favor,
this thing,

I'd be hard pressed
to find a better candidate
to fill that need.

What's the job?

All right.

It's a favor and it's delicate.

How delicate?

It needs a sensitive touch.

Don't listen too long.
They'll expect money. Come on.

Okay, you're giving them money.

Thank you.

- How much you give him?
All right.
- It was just a buck.

Is this about the guy
that came by the store?

Listen,
if I've learned one thing
in the past week,

it's that the world is crazy,
and they hate writers.

Mom says you say that
all the time.

Say what?

That they hate writers.
They don't actually hate
writers, they just hate you.

Okay.
That's crazy, okay?

People love me, all right?

And I don't know why she...

Look at him.

Bow-tie wearing... Watch this.

Watch somebody lie.

Just don't go to funeral homes.

Well, good luck to you, Al.
Sorry about that.

Oh, no.

Lee Raybon, the king of Tulsa.,

Hey, Ray.

I was thinking about
swinging over the antique mall.
You there?

I can pick up the books.

Oh, I'd love to see you Lee,
but you know what?

I went to Dallas
to a big old antique fair.

You went to Dallas, huh?

Looking cute in plaid.

I don't know how the cowboys
gonna feel about that.

What a joyous day it is.
I knew you were here.
I saw you earlier.

Yeah. I knew you knew.

Francis, somehow you look
prettier every time I see you.

And you somehow look worse.

Okay, that's
because I spent the night
in the fucking trunk of a car.

Why'd you crawl into it?

Yeah, 'cause I was murdered.

Listen to yourself.

DHS is gonna take your kid away
talking like that.

I know you don't have
the books, all right?
And I gave you $1500.

Technically all you gave
me was a stolen Joe Brainard,
and you know what?

- Maybe it was a fake.
- Okay, it was not a fake!

And come on! You said
you'd get me the books!

I know. And you know what?
I went right over there,
I swear.

- You went right over?
- Yes. I had to close up
my shop first,

but I went over there
and guess what?
This bitch beat me to it.

- What bitch?
- Catalina.

- Catalina? Uh-huh.
- Mm-hmm.
Yeah, she's an old antique rat,

a bruja, a literal witch, Lee.

She must have put
some kind of hex on your
little cooch mouse, Vicky.

Ray. She sells antiques,
so she's here.

- You take me to her--
- No, she not here.

I got her kicked out
of the Tulsa Antique mill
years ago.

She now sells her shit
way out by Lake Keystone.

That's where she lives
with some sad sack.

You'd probably love him.

Ray.

Ray, don't walk away from me.
Come on.

Why do you need those books
so bad anyway?

I don't need the books.

I need
what is inside the books.

That might be
the most pretentious thing
you ever said.

Are you okay? You got a fever?

Look, they're gonna lead me
to Dale's killer, okay?

I mean, I'm the furthest
one to wanna spread a rumor,

but you know your friend,
Frank Martin, okay?

- At Akron?
- What about him?

Yeah, all right. Well, he's...
he knows Donald Washberg.

Everybody knows
Donald Washberg.

Yeah, political influencers,
corporate raiders know
Donald Washberg.

Frank Martin plays
golf and drinks tawny port.

He's just another
born-rich prick.

And he hires murderous
ex-con skinheads, all right?

Didn't know that.
Alan Murphy, ginger, murderer.

It's the guy at the store?

Okay...
...you're not supposed
to be listening!

- Stop listening!
- What?

- Don't listen, all right?
Just--
- Believe me,

I made a point a long time ago
never to listen to your daddy.

Yeah, and I'm the only one
who ever tells you the truth.

What does that say about you?

I never should have
put you in that room
with Frank.

Oh, and you're one to talk
about rough company.

I thought you'd be
into second chances
for lowly ex-cons

considering
you're one yourself.

It's okay, Dad.
I know you went to jail.
Mom told me.

What, she told you that?

No. I overheard her
talking to Johnny.

Oh. Great.
She told Johnny that?

- She said it was a week.
- Yeah, and it was four days,
all right?

- And a morning.
- Okay.

- She didn't say what you did.
- Lord, I went and done it now.

Jail's not as bad
as you think. All right?

There's a lot
of good people in jail.
Nelson Mandela, Muhammad Ali,

- Martin Luther King.
- Okay,
so great black men of history?

All right,
Merle Haggard, Chet Baker,

- Oscar Wilde.
- Charles Manson.

If you don't go to jail,
you're doing it wrong, okay?

- Oh, for God's sake.
- Except you. I went to jail

- so you don't have to.
- Oh, he's Jesus now.

The point is,
don't listen to anyone,
especially men in power.

Or crazy women in Tahlequah.

- Yeah.
Or crazy women in Tahlequah.
- All right. Goodbye now.

- No, we're going
to Keystone Lake.
- Oh. No, we're not.

Oh, then give me
the 1500 bucks.

Well, I am not sitting
on that bucket again.

- I put a pad on it.
Come on. Let's go.
- You put a pad on it.

- Get in there. Come on.
- You put a pad on it.

- It smells like shit in here.
- Yeah.

Jesus! God.

Francis, you'd like
to ride on the bucket.

It's like going
to a carnival ride.

Ow. This place stinks.

It's like a shit took a shit
in here.

I have an AARP card,
for Christ's sake.

- All right,
this must be it, huh?
- How should I know?

I haven't seen that sorcerer
since the Obama administration.

Why does she live
in a houseboat?

Uh, she married a poacher.
Guess it's his place.

She suckered that poor fool
for a green card,
she-devil's way.

Enough, Ray.
All right, let's just...
Let's do this thing.

What?
Well, I can't go with you, man.

If she sees me,
you'll never get those books.

How many times
do I have to tell you
she's vengeful and deranged?

Besides, look at all
the meth heads around here.

You can't leave the child
alone out here with them.

I'll go with you, Dad.

Uh-uh. Wouldn't advise that.
Child sacrifice?

That hag's not above
chopping off your head
and making it into a lamp.

Okay. You and Ray, just
chill out in the restaurant.
I'll find the books.

Father of the year, you are.

Oh, damn it. I can't get out.

Hey, shitbird,
let me outta here!

- Is he stuck?
- Where's...
There's no handle...

There's no...
Hey, hello, thank you. Ooh!

Ow.

- You can handle the door?
- Yeah, I got the door.

I'm the oldest one here,
and I gotta sit on the bucket.

That was the worst ride
I've ever had in my life.

Now, one time I rode a horse
all summer long
in an awful summer camp.

- Make him stop.
- How do you turn
the radio off?

You know if they have salad?

You gonna put this
on your eggs, huh?

Oh, yeah.
It's what grandma used to do.
Gets my sugar up.

Yeah, whatever.

Uh, hello friends, come on in.

We got water on tap,
and whiskey from the well.

Oh, I'll have a double, please.
- Yes, sir.

All right. We need a plan.

Well, first off,
she's not just gonna hand you
those Jim Thompson...

Catalina's heart
is like a charcoal briquette.

She gets one whiff
of what you want,
and she'll hide all

the good stuff,
or ratchet that price
right through the roof.

Hell, you might not even
get through the front door.

I can get through any door.

- Oh, you can?
- Yeah.

You're Jesus and Batman.

You know,
you never said what you did.

What I did?

- Yeah, to go to jail.
- Oh, oh, oh.

- Thanks.
- Oh, no, thank you.

I'd love
to hear that story too.

All right, look,
you're a big kid.

I'm gonna shoot straight
with you, okay?

There was a girl,
I mean, a woman.

Oh. A woman?

- Yeah, she used to come
by the bookstore.
- Mm-hmm.

She loved Eudora Welty,
you know, Peter Winch.

This is a cool chick, right?

- Woman.
- Yeah.

We went out of town.

Wild weekend, uh, etc.

- This is the PG-rated version.
- Okay.

She left me in Tahlequah
with one shoe.

- Okay. So, you get it.
- What?

- No.
- It's complicated.

- Oh, it certainly is.
- All right,
here you are.

- Anchors down
and bottoms up.
- Oh.

- Here you go, sir.
And for the lady.
- Thank you.

- Cheers.
- If you need anything,
let me know.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Mmm.

- Mmm.
- Ooh.

Boy, that's strong.

You said the husband's
a poacher?

Fake husband.

Yeah. Sit tight.

I got a plan.

- Pearl?
- What?

Join me for some margaritas.

I don't want a margarita.

Are you crying?

Yeah, that's what you do
when people die.

Well, are you hungry?

I can make you a sandwich.

Hand me that deli meat.

- It's bologna.
- And that's deli meat.

You need to stop drinking.

I'm gonna go stay at Avery's.

I can't be here.

But I've got the bologna.

Hey, Betty Jo.

Uh...

Hey, Marty.

Did I win the sweepstakes?

- I wish.
- Yeah.

Look, uh, I was asked by
Donald to deliver this to you.

Uh, he wants to give that
to you and Pearl as a gift.

It's $10,000.

Well, yeah, I can see that.

And he wants you to know that
he's taking over the property.

I beg your pardon?

Look, Donald believes
that the upkeep of the ranch
is too much for you,

and he wants to put you
in a place more manageable.

And he thinks he can do this
on what authority?

He doesn't think.
He has the authority.

Because of the prenuptial
agreement you signed.

Uh, an agreement I signed
with my husband, Dale,
not Donald the Dickless wonder

who sends other men
to do his dirty work.

I don't know all the details,
Betty Jo,

but I've been informed
that the agreement you signed

was between you
and the family trust,
not Dale as an individual.

And the trust controls
the property and the trust
has spoken on this matter.

But look, it's like...
It's like
Hamlet.

I could be bound in a nutshell
and think myself a king
of infinite space.

- Fuck you.
- Come on, B--

Fuck your little nutshells,
get the fuck off
my front porch, Hamlet.

Betty, come on.

You think
you owe him something?

Let me tell you something,
Chubs.

Donald's not loyal to you.
Mm-mmm.
He's not loyal to anyone.

He'll keep you around
while you're useful,

you know, patting his back,
cupping his balls,

but as soon as you ain't,
he'll toss you away
like so much trash.

And let me tell you
something else,
he cries when he cums.

Oh, shit,
I didn't need to know that.

Tell Donald to go fuck himself
because he's already fucked me.

I didn't need to know that.

Fish and Wildlife!

Sergeant...
Uh, Special Agent Cooper!

Lee Cooper. Fish and Wildlife!

Hello! Hey!

Fish and Wildife.

Witchy.

Special Agent Cooper.

Lee Cooper. Fish and Wildlife.

Yes.

What the fuck is this?

Caviar?

Hey, hey.

I'm talking to you.

Special Agent Lee Cooper, here,
all right?

Fish and Wildlife.
Hey, I'm talking to you.

Dumbass...

Wakey, wakey, dickhole.

The serpent has arisen.

Standby.

- I'm not... Okay.
- Shut the fuck up.

But if I could... Okay.

And weren't you scared?

To the bone.

So you just walked right in?

Yeah, I walked right in there.

I looked her
right in the eyes and I said,
"Mother, this is who I am.

A proud gay man."

I was hardly a man,
I was 15 years old.

I don't know what possessed me.

She had her Bible
literally open on her lap,
doing her morning devotions.

Of course that fine
Christian woman also had

an industrial sized vibrator
in her underwear drawer.

Ugh. I'm sorry.

I got to be boring you.

Liquor makes me nostalgic.

Talk of poor dead
Dale Washberg makes me sad.

His whole life in a closet.

Never able to be his true self.

That's why
I don't think he was murdered.

I think that poor man
was just...
He was done with all that pain.

Anyway, I think your daddy,
he is good at what he does,
he truly is,

but this time...

...there's just no cat
up that tree he's barking at,
not this time.

Shouldn't he be back by now?

If I know Catalina, she's
putting him through the ringer.

Or burning him at the stake.

But your daddy is a phoenix.

He'll be back.

That's why we love him.
We love him.

- I gotta pee.
- Okay.

Ooh.

Wish I did.
Something's wrong down there.

Sal!

Another one, please.

♪ You are the wind, stormy ♪

You're free to be free
♪

♪ You are the wind, stormy ♪

♪ Come whisper 'round me ♪

♪ I've felt you wild, stormy ♪

♪ And how gentle you are ♪

♪ I've felt you wild, stormy ♪

♪ Please don't drift too far ♪

♪ No one can hold you ♪

♪ You die when they try ♪

♪ Reach me with your breath ♪

♪ Don't blow right on by ♪

Excuse me.

What are you doing here?

- I was just--
- Just what?

I saw... I saw the bandanas.

- Huh.
- The... The door was open.

So... I shouldn't have.

That's right.

You shouldn't have.

What's your name, picarona?

Jesse.

It's inventory.

I sell antiques.

Oh.
Maybe I could buy something.

You want to buy something?

Those crystals are cool.

Yeah.

- The wigs.
- Mmm.

Maybe these books?

You don't want those books.

I like Jim Thompson.

You like Jim Thompson?

What's your favorite?

The Alcoholics.

The Alcoholics is no one's
favorite Jim Thompson.

Well, it's mine.

What's it about?

Drunks.

I like you.

Have a sit.
You want something to drink?

Hey, brother.

Caught a rat.

- I'm not a rat.
- It's Fish and Wildlife,
Marlon.

No, act...
All right. Okay.

I heard
he'd been snooping around,
and sure enough,

got him with his dick
in a cookie jar.

Fish and Wildlife
don't wear pants like that.

That is
Saturday Night Fever pants.

He had a gun.

Oh. Of course he had a gun.

He's just some
government worker playing,
like, undercover,

but he's just a... he's like
a headquarters type guy.

I can tell.

Let me see that gun.

Oh, that's cute.

Shoot birds with this?

Can I? You know...
Okay, okay, okay.

Give us some privacy,
will you, boys?

On your knees.

Sensual...

and lost...

paddlefish.

Paladin of the lake.

Polydon spathula.

That's a dinosaur name.

Spathula.

Okay,
I don't know Jim Thompson.

- But my dad does, he loves him.
- Mmm.

He must be a deadbeat.

Well, he's a good dad.

Mmm.

Or he tries to be.

And where is this "good dad"
right now?

I don't know actually.

I'm kind of worried.

Mi padre was a deadbeat too.

Here, let's have a sit.

Come here.

There was a time
when our daddy had free reign
on this lake.

Goddamned Russians didn't know
the difference between...

paddlefish caviar and Beluga.

But Beluga is "classier."

Especially with the elites.

And that is
what we're fighting.

That's what this is.

It's a class war.
It's always been.

The haves against
the have nothings.

It ain't black,
ain't white, ain't Indian.

But it is, and you, Travolta...

you are one of the haves.

By the look of your pants.

See?

Shine don't sell no more.

Meth will get you
thirty to life.

But caviar...

Caviar never hurt nobody.

But it's like gold to us.

We just sell it as Beluga.

Mmm, yeah. Ain't sure
you're gonna like this.

No, I...
I don't...

I'm not...

I'm not...

Mmm.

- Yeah.
- It's tasty.

- It's...
- Chew it slow, son.

No, it's... It's very good.

Just let it drip
right down your chest.

Yeah. Listen. I'm...

I'm not really
Fish and Wildlife. Right?

I stole this jacket, right?
It's a dumb disguise.

I-I was actually
looking for books.

What you looking for books for?

To read them.

Wait.

You're looking for books?

Yeah.

That's all.

Well, shit, you come
to the wrong outlet mall.

Huh?

But due to the structure
of your mouth, I'd never
believe a word you say.

Me too.

Could I just say
one thing though?

Yeah? Thank you.
Just a little help.

Thank you.

I'm so interested in...

what y'all are talking about.

All right,
fish outta water, boys.

- Oh, thanks, man.
- Mm-hmm.

Uh, can I get a coffee?
Black.

Hmm.

She's cute.

You're Governor Washberg's guy.

He's not governor yet.

Mmm. No faith.

Tell me your name again, pops.

I don't recall
telling you the first time.

I must have misremembered.

I'm Allen.

Never seen you
in here before, Allen.

Heard the coffee was good.
Thought I'd give it a try.

- Mmm.
- Here you go, sir.

Heard you were quite
the hero at the memorial.

Tossed that journalist out
on his ass.

And where did you hear that?

From my associates.

Ah.

Akron.

Proud supporters
of the Washberg campaign.

That fucker's got some nerve,
Lee Raybon.

Harassing a family in grief.

Yeah.

He's got some nerve all right.

He said something to Donald
about being kidnapped
by skinheads.

You know what he was
talking about?

I make it a point not to
keep up with skinheads.

You've been following him
though.

Just what is your interest
in all this?

Same as yours, I imagine.

Or what yours should be.

I don't follow.

Just keep your nose up, pops.

I'm sorry I panicked!

I panicked.
I'm sorry.

I just... I...
I just wanted the stupid books.

I was trying to find some
woman named Catalina, and...

What did you say?

Catalina.

Oh. Now you fucked up.
That's just a whole new level
of stupid.

Wha... What?
And you were doing so good.

He was starting to like you.
I could tell.

And you had to go
and mention the evil one.

- You're the husband.
- She stole his heart.

And his boat.

My house.

His houseboat.

But he's... he's pretty
butthurt about it all.

I've-I've-I've never met her.

Like I said, I'm just...

I know it sounds dumb,
you know, but I'm looking
for these books.

See, I'm a writer.

- Well,
let's just say you're a writer.
- I am a writer.

You gonna write about all this?

What you've seen,
what you heard?

You know,
that can get a man killed.

Well, I didn't see nothin'.

I haven't, I don't care
about what I did see.

I don't care about what
I heard. I don't care about
what you're selling.

You know,
I don't care about caviar.

- Easy.
- Right, look.

I'm with you guys.

Okay? I am. I am on your side
hundred percent.

I mean, I've been to jail.

- I have.
- Writer in prison.
That's fresh.

Yeah, what, you never heard of
Merle Haggard? Right?

You never heard of Mahatma...

- Henry David Thoreau?
- Look.

If you've been to prison,
I've been in the damn
White House.

Okay, look. I've been to jail
more than once.

- That make you tough?
- All right.

Tell us your tale of woe,
Mr. Writer.

My tale of woe?

- Okay.
- Yeah.

All right. Well, if you really
wanna hear about it,
I guess, uh,

the first thing you'll probably
want to know is

where I was born
and what my lousy childhood

was like and all that
David Copperfield kind of crap.

But to tell you the truth,
I really don't feel like
going into that.

I mean, first of all,
'cause that stuff bores me.

Second of all,
my parents would have
about two hemorrhages

a piece if I told
anything personal about 'em.

Not that I don't like
my parents.
I'm not saying that.

That's just not
what I wanna talk about.

What I wanna talk about
is the first time
I did methamphetamines.

Oh, hell yeah.

Okay, so I'm at a Dairy Queen
in Fort Worth, Texas,
getting a Blizzard.

Right?
See a hot woman's behind me.

Attractive woman.

Kind of woman you might
see painted on the side

of a fighter jet,
you know what I'm saying?

Okay?

But he didn't
leave me alone though.

His friend's here.

And he's drunk, but...

Sounds bad
when I say it out loud.

It does.

Yeah.

But he loves me.

I know that.

Loves you so much,
he leaves you alone
with the drunks.

I shouldn't judge.

This is good, by the way.
Thanks.

You're nice,
not like what I heard.

What have you heard?

I meant, like,
not what I expected.

Mmm. Mm-hmm.

Could I have some more tea?

Sure.

So I wake up naked in a car.

But it ain't my car.

There's a three-legged dog
lickin' my eye,
and Juan is hog-tied

in the back seat, and that's
when the cops show up.

Yeah.

What happened
to the topless girl?

Never saw her again.

- Damn.
- Sometimes I wonder
if she even existed.

That is the goddamnedest story
I ever heard.

You wanna know what?

It's those cops marched me

naked and afraid
into the back of that wagon.

All I could think about
was how much I just
hurt my daughter.

I let her down.

I'm all she's got.

That's right.

And I hurt her.

I did. I know that. You know?

And she's at the marina
right now.

Waiting for me.

All alone.

I don't want her scared,
but I don't want her growing up

in a fucking quadplex either,
you know what I mean?

I mean, I'm...
I don't know. I'm confused.

- I believe your story.
- Thank you.

There's too much damn detail
for it to be a lie.

I believe you are a writer.

Thank you.

You should write about us.

Yeah. We'd make a good book.

The Beluga Brothers.

Good title.

I wish I was a writer
sometimes.

I mean,
I'd like to tell her the truth
of my soul,

no matter how she's wronged me.

I'm what you'd call
a poetic dyslexic.

I got an idea.

You got a pen and paper?

I'm just praying I keep
it down, Sal. My stomach's
like the roaring seas.

- Yeah,
I'm pulling for ya.
- Good.

- Let's go, let's go, let's go.
- What?

- I got the books,
the Jim Thompsons.
- How? Where's Catalina?

- Right behind me.
Now, come on. Let's go!
- Hang on, I gotta pay the bill.

Your daddy stuck me with it
as usual.

- Are you kidding me?
Come on, hurry!
- Hang on. Sal!

Catalina, it's as if
the ancient ones themselves
blew you...

- Wait, wait,
not "blew," "dreamt."
- ...dreamt you into existence.

- You blew...
- No.

...fell into my life
like how the sunset falls
on the Keystone Lake.

Your very soul
intertwined into mine,
and visions of

you danced like mirages
in the pirate tales of old.

I'm a passionate man
and believe that's why
you love me.

But to be all yours,
I must kill my passion.

That's a catch-22.

If I never have
your company again,

I will cherish the memories
that we created.

If you move on to another,
well, that will be
one lucky man.

Raymond Mosley.

Catalina Estragon.

I should've known it was you
behind all of this.
So disgraceful, Ray.

Even for you.
But you never had any class.

Class?
You wouldn't know class if
it was tattooed on your tits.

- You half-assed Fagin!
- What'd you call me?

If you don't know Dickens,
you don't deserve these books.

- She stole my books. Grab 'em.
- No. No!

- Give 'em back.
- Stop, please.

If you find it in you
to give me one more stab at it,

I would do everything
that is within me to give you
the life you deserve.

- All right, good luck.
Hey, Lee.
- Yeah.

- Pure poetry, brother.
Thank you.
- All right.

I hope Catalina
sees in you what I see in you.

You and me both.

Francis!

Francis!

Francis!

- Dad?
- Francis!

Dad. Dad!

You have no idea
how happy I am to see you.

- I found them.
- What's wrong with him?

What's wrong with you?
Don't look in the barrel.

- Why? What's in the barrel?
- It's-It's the books.
But it's okay.

- Don't worry.
- Wait!

What? Who would do that?

- That bitch!
- Oh! Shit!

- Shit! They're first editions!
- We tried.

- Sorry.
- Ugh! Ray!

- No, but Dad, no, it's okay.
- No!

- Stop. I promise--
- No, it's not okay!

- I tried. I-I-I tried.
- No!

She had help from some man.

- We all tried.
I offered to pay her.
- Shit.

You never know you're
drunk until you're standing up.

I don't know why Sal
gave me so much whiskey.

Maybe 'cause you kept
asking for it.

That's probably true.

- Hey, Dad.
- Yeah.

- Dad, stop. Come on.
- What?

You said, "It's not the books
that I wanted,

it's what's in the books."
So I found what's in the books.

You got the letters?

How did you get the letters?

I was attacked with a harpoon!

I was forced to eat
paddle fish eggs!

How did you do it?

How?

I guess I stole them.

"Family can be
a peculiar thing.

I love my brother Donald,
but he's in a league
with agents of evil."

No, wait, wait.
Read that again.

I said he is in league
with agents of evil.

Donald is attempting
to feather his nest.

Hell bent on satisfying
his ambitions.

And he will use this family
as so much fuel
for the fires of his greed.

♪ I was born
On the Cimmaron River
♪

♪ They took her down
With a concrete wall
♪

♪ Well, I saw red but you know
I could forgive her
♪

♪ Let it roll, Lake Keystone ♪

♪ I was born
On the Cimmaron River
♪

♪ They took her down
With a concrete wall
♪