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The red-headed stranger.

That fucker's
got some nerve, Lee Raybon.

Harassing a family in grief.

Just what is your interest
in all this?

There's something
I got to tell you.

I dumped something
in the river.

And I need your help
cleaning it up. Can we meet?

Why don't you
drive on out this morning?

I didn't sign up

for putting widows
out on the street.

My wife found out.

She's not letting me keep
my special friend
on the property.

Donald,
he won't see me anymore.

And he's trying to take
this house away from me.

I came to him
in peace to sort
this Indian Head Hills issue.

He would not listen.

Indian Head Hills.

Sounds like they've
been fighting a lot
about that recently.

The fight wasn't really
about land.

And telling Dale
wasn't my fault.

Telling Dale what?

Pearl isn't his daughter.

She's Donald's.

Dad.

Dad.

- What are you doing here?
- Geez, Dad.

- Are you okay? You stink.
- Oh, yeah. I'm good.

What's going on?

He's dead.

Who's dead?

Allen.

The guy that came by the store.
The red-headed stranger.

- He's dead?
- Yeah.

Someone shot him this morning.

- How do you know?
- I saw it on the news.

You watch the news?

- Yeah.
- That's cool.

They lie sometimes, you know?

Okay,
but this is real.
I mean, it's big news, right?

- This could totally
change things.
- Wait, wait. What time is it?

Dad, it's the guy that killed
Dale Washberg, right?

- Yeah. A-Among others.
- Stop.

- Oh, shit.
- Dad.

Hey, but wait.

- Shouldn't you be
in school?
- Yeah, I was, but then I left.

Dad, this is way more important
than school.

All right, if anybody asks you
why you cut class,

you just give them this.

Here you go.

Just tell 'em it's a therapist,
they won't ask any questions.

Dad, why won't you
let me work with you?

Because it's too dangerous.

You didn't say that
when I saved the letters
from getting burned.

Okay. That was...
That was incredible.

No, it was, all right?

My... My heart...

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.

It swelled with pride.

I love that.

But you're a kid.

Look.

I remember once when I was
about exactly your age,

I was sitting in a car waiting
for my mom to come back
from getting groceries.

And I just sat there,
and I wished so hard

if I could just close my eyes
and that when I opened them,

I would be 30 years old.

And you know what?

That happened.

Francis, do you understand?

Yes, I understand.

Just hang out
with your friends, you know?
Have some fun.

I love you!

Earlier this morning,

ex-convict Allen Murphy
was shot and killed

in what police are describing
as an execution-style killing.

So, a wellness massage
in this... in a...

Is there a difference?

What exactly is wellness?

It's gonna be
healing for you.

I really think you'd like it.

Yeah. Bye.

- Oh. S-Sorry.
- Okay.

- Oh! Excuse me.
- I'll stand back.

Uh, thank you. Namaste.

Fucking Lucy in the Sky
with Diamonds wanted to put
this on the community board.

White ladies
doing sweat lodges and shit.

- What is this?
- Lame.

"Women's self-care retreat?"

Fuck.

Where is he?

- Your apartment.
- Shit.

Wendell.

Did you just take a shit
in my bathroom?

Indeed I did.

It was treacherous.

You know I can't
use the bookstore toilet.

I feel more comfortable
in a home.

If that's what
you can call this.

What are you doing here, huh?

What, you lose your copy
of The Idiot ?

What did you do to my store?
It looks like a fucking Starbucs
down there.

- Uh, it's my store.
- Oh, it used to be my store.

No, it was our store,
then I bought you out.

- Now it's my store.
- I know.

I should've burned it down
and collected the insurance
like I said.

Oh, but we didn't have
any insurance. Put that down.

Let me guess:
scratched, warped.

- Typical.
- I got it that way, all right?

- This is cute.
You buy it on Amazon?
- That's not for you.

Hurry up, man.
I've got shit to do.

Oh, my gosh. It's like you read
one Oklahoma history book,

- made a junior high collage.
- All right, I...
I gotta get back to work.

Hey, okay, don't touch me.

- All right, just... please, huh?
Can we...
- Yeah, no, it's cool.

Why don't we just discuss
all the disorganization
of my store?

There's nothing...
Would you stop with that?

- Oh, God.
- Why are you
rearranging my books?

It is blasphemous, Lee,
what you have done
to this place.

Thanks for coming, you guys.
Appreciate it.

- I mean, look.
- What?

You have The Odyssey
next to As I Lay Dying .

Yeah. Yeah. As I Lay Dying
is an odyssey of sorts.

Getting mama home
and getting home to mama
is not the same thing.

You got Shakespeare
next to Shepard.

Cute, but wrong. You got Pinter
next to Harry Potter.

- I can't help him. Deidra.
- All right.

- Stop.
- You can't be helped.

Hey. What are you doing here?

You forgot.

- No, I didn't forget.
- Yeah, you forgot.

No, I didn't forget.
I don't forget, all right?

It's just... this tradition, I...

It's gotta be bi-annual.
It's gotta be some other day.

No, it's just... It's today.

I can do it tomorrow.

Tomorrow is fine, but it's not
Jesus's birthday tomorrow.

- I...
- I made a promise
to a friend.

We made a pact.

Okay? A pact.
For our friend. Once a year.

Some might call it sacred.

- Sacred?
- Mmm.

You call what we've done
the last three years sacred?

Everybody chill the fuck out!

Chill out!

I am not paranoid!

You do, motherfucker!

Yes, I would call it sacred.

Okay.

I have thought,
after last year, that I was
never gonna see you again.

And, besides, okay, I'm busy.

- Come on.
You can take the day off.
- I can't.

Deidra practically
runs the place.

No, I run this place.

Not very well,
by the looks of it.

You're in the red, aren't you?

No, we're actually
doing really great,
thank you for asking.

Oh, living in high cotton
up in the condemned attic?

I write. I'm a writer.

Did you even
read the Washberg piece?

In the zine?

It's the Heartland Press ,
and it's a long-form magazine.

Oh, yeah, I read it.

And it is long.

You went way too easy
on that family, man.
What, did they pay you?

It's practically a puff piece.

- A puff piece? Uh-huh.
- Yeah.

And then the brother goes
and offs himself?

No, Dale Washberg
did not commit suicide,
all right?

And that article
has made me a target. Yeah.

Oh, you living in some
bad crime novel now, huh?

Listen, asshole,
this investigation has got me
into some serious shit, okay?

- Is that so?
- Yeah.

Do tell.

- Come on.
- All right.

So, Donald Washberg
had his brother murdered, okay?

And the guy who may or may not
have done it
was found dead this morning.

Donald is trying to clean up
loose ends, all right?

It's all about some land deal.

And if I don't
put the details together soon,

some more people
are gonna be found dead.

Land deals. Deaths.

Clichés.

Clichés earn their status
as clichés
by their overwhelming truth.

Do not quote
David Foster Wallace
to me, my brother.

Not me.

So, where's this land?

- I don't know.
- You don't know?

Come on, it's land.
What is it, like,
not in North America?

No, it's in Oklahoma,
probably Osage County.

I think Skiatook.
But I looked it up,
"Indian Head Hills," nothing.

So, you googled it?

- Yeah, I googled it.
- Amateur.

Oh, what would you do?
You're so good at everything.

What the hell
did you do to your foot?

Well, I had to put it
in someone's ass, didn't I?

Bet I can find this land

in two hours.

Oh, you can find it
in two hours? Sure.

- Sherlock Holmes here.
- Yep.

- Everybody welcome him.
Thank you.
- No.

He's always been jealous
of my skill set
as a crack researcher.

- I'm not jealous
of anything you do.
- Hmm. You are.

That's funny. That's funny.

Tell you what.
Make a bet. Deidra?

- Yeah?
- I wanna make a bet.

- We're not making a bet.
- I find it in two hours,

- Lee buys me lunch.
- He's not gonna find it.

- Two hours.
- Why are you
writing that down?

- Oh. I'm gonna be hungry.
- Lee buys lunch.
Got it.

- Thank you, Deidra.
- You're welcome.

This motherfucker.

Marty.

- Sorry I'm late.
- Oh!

Not at all, uh...

I'm charmed.

Thank you.

- Shall we?
- Oh, yeah.

Yeah, sure.

I'll tell you when.

Come on, Nelson!

Put him away, baby!

Jesus.

You could've called first.

This was fired recently.

Mm-hmm. Yeah, I...
I was moving it
and it went off.

Oh.

Did you have fun last night?

Oh, my God.

What?

Lee, you cannot just show up.
People call.

I called. I tried you.
Didn't I call?

Also, Wendell, someone told me
that you were, like, dead.

- No, he...
- I'm not dead.

No, he's not dead.

- Is your brother dead?
- Mmm.

Okay, we're all caught up now.

- What happened to your foot?
- Skateboarding.

- Okay.
- Kickflip.

- Skateboarding?
- Listen, Vicky.

Vicky, Vicky, I need your help.

What you need
my help for... Okay.

I think the Washbergs have
a new LLC called White Elk.

Please. You guys, I'm serious.

- It's a stupid name.
- All right?

No. Okay, are you listening?

I think there's
a silent broker, all right?

I need you to find out if it's
on the market and who’s buying.

- Illuminati. Yeah.
- Illuminati.

I'm ser... Hey, Vicky.

Vicky, please.

- Please.
- My God.

What makes you think
that I would know
anything about that?

Because you are connected.

You know a guy who know a guy.

All right.

Maybe I know somebody
who might know something
or be connected or whatever.

I'm gonna need you
to wear a wire.

What kind of wire?
Like an underwear? Ooh.

- I'll just call him.
- I'm being serious, Vicky.

- You're just gonna
call him right now?
- Yeah, I'll call him right now.

He'll answer.
He always answers.

Oh, hi, honey.

Yeah, I'm wearing like this
little leopard thing.

But I have a business question.

Can I get a sales schedule
for White Elk LLC?

Oh, my God. I'm at work.

I have always liked her.

No, just look it up.

- She single?
- What?

- This is none
of your business, buddy.
- Wait. Are you...

- They're selling it
for how much?
- What?

Whether is she single or not
has nothing to do with you.

- I'm trying to listen to her.
- All right.

Don't even try to...

- Oh, you're with her?
- No, I'm not with her.
I'm her friend.

I'm not setting her up
with you.

It does not concern you
any longer. Thanks, Lee.

Yeah, well, it concerns me.

- I don’t need your help.
- You don’t need my help.

I don’t need your help.

So, who'd you call?

I know lots of people, Lee.

- It’s called networking.
- I know. What did they say?

White Elk
is selling the land
to a company, One Well.

One Well.

Don't really know much
about it other than
they are burning through cash.

And here’s the crazy part:
They are selling the land
at way over market.

They’re overpaying?

Yeah, like four times
the value it’s worth.

And there’s no other bids.

That sounds like a great way
to launder a bribe
to the future governor.

Oklahoma is one,
and I think should remain one.

Our state should not
split us into a thousand bits,

serve special interests,
make different sets of rules
for different people.

And it's not far-fetched to say

that's just exactly what these
Indian tribes want done.

It’s not about race.

Hell, a lot of us can trace our
heritage back to the Indians.

So you know
it's not about race.

It’s about governing
our state fairly.

These Indian tribes,

they're like
foreign governments set up
right here under our nose,

beholden to no man
and no laws, except those
of their own making.

And then, they wield those laws
to reap profits.

Unfair advantage.

Here, here.

I would like
to recognize a fella
who's with us here today.

Our future governor,
Donald Washberg.

And with the 46 behind him,

Donald is gonna blow
into the governor’s mansion,

and he's going
to guard our interests.

Here, here.

Well, he said he had
two balls instead of one.

Thanks, fellas. You guys
have been very helpful.

Oh, shit.

Good work, Frank.
I’m proud of you.

Trip, that means the world.
Thanks for the opportunity.

Well, you just keep showing up.

After the election,
there’s gonna be
a lot of development.

I'm talking the whole state.

A lot of that could be yours.

I’m ready.

I know. I know. Fellas,
excuse me just a second. Okay.

- Donald.
- Hey, Frank.

I hate to talk business,
but you can be
a hard man to reach.

Yeah, well, this campaign
has been relentless.

We're all busy, Donald.

What’s the hold up? My buyer
is asking, and he's impatient.

There’s no hold up. No hold up.

Well, then why the fuck
aren't you closed?

Frank. This is not the place
to make a scene.

I know. I know. No.

You don't have to worry
about White Elk.

I just... I don't need you
on my ass right now.

Yeah. We'll talk.

Just pick up your damn phone.

♪ Yo, the era of terror
We spread... ♪

See.
That's Blackie's fuckin' car.
I'm telling you.

I don't see it.

♪ We need a new kinda ark ♪

See that dent?
That was me.

♪ Bury the hatchet
For the me... ♪

And that's their HQ.

Yo. What's good, baby?
Hoo-dy hoo what do?

Hey. I wanna know, ladies.
Who coming down here tonight

gonna be nailin' Waylon, baby.
I'm working the night shift.

Nothing's coming up
on One Well. Nothing at all.

Another investigation
brought to you by googling.

Give me a break.
All right? Listen.

Donald Washberg
is being bought off, right?

His brother finds out, does not
approve. So Donald kills Dale.

It’s called
a quid pro quo, Lee.

Yeah, I know
what quid pro quo means.
Thanks very much, professor.

- I don't want a Latin quiz.
- Hey!

Where are those two
Indian fuckers who took...

Johnny?

- Johnny?
- What the fuck
is going on?

- Phil, right?
- You said you were a friend
of Blackie’s.

- I did say that.
- You know where they are,
don't you?

No, I only went over there.
I was trying to figure out...

Allen knew
you were full of shit.

- Oh, hold on.
- Trying to figure out what?

- Let me tell you, all right?
- You lied to me.

- My name is Lee Raybon.
- Lee Raybon.
What kind of shit is that?

- I work here at Hoot Owl Books.
- You lied to fucking Bonnie.
You said...

Listen, you fucking
skinhead pussies.

- Wendell!
- You cumstains.

You are so lucky
my foot is fucked up.

Back the fuck up.

Let's fucking go, man.

We’ll be back, motherfucker.

The fuck are you doing?
You cannot fire a gun
in the air.

Bullets come down, you know?
They hit people.
Accidents happen.

I’m security, right?

Yeah, you are.
And that was good.

That was good. It's just...
Not a loaded gun, okay?

- No, but good...
- I can have a raise, right?

You don't need to get a raise.
It's just good job,
okay? Wendell!

Wendell, Wendell!

And where the hell
is Waylon?

This is me.

You know, it’s still early.

Maybe you wanna grab a drink?

No.

Damn. Okay.

Don't... Don't get me wrong.

I think you’re cute.

Very, in fact.

But, um, you know
for a private investigator

you can be a little incurious.

Tell me how you really feel.

Maybe some other time.

Without Donald.

Thanks for the movie.

Okay. You got a book?

Oh, yeah.

What book we do last year?

- Confederacy of Dunces.
- Oh, yeah.

Oh, hey. How about Brainard?

- Okay.
- Yeah, it's great.

- Prophetic even.
- Yeah.

After all these years.

Oh, we’re still a mess, Jesus.

Trying to be
more like you.

Hard to do.

All right.

Okay, um...

Okay. All right. I got it.

Um...

This is the earliest
I’ve woken up in 72 days.

I’m a mess.

I’m a mess.

I've put Francis in danger,
and I'm gonna
lose the bookstore.

I too am a mess.

Okay.

You’re not bad
at a lot of things.

You are an excellent talker.

You don't seem
to like anything anymore.

Not even me.

Um...

You have a mouth
I do not trust.

- Why you still wanna do this?
- I don't-I don't know...

Means I'm still alive, I guess.

Just chasing
what Jesus was. I don't...

It's my North Star.

But at the same time, his death
is a hellhound on my trail.

I fucking hate you.

I also love you.

I do not want you to die.

It's scary to be your friend.

You are the hellhound
on my trail.

I know.

You know what
the fucked-up thing is?

Together, we'd make
one hell of a person.

- Just one, huh?
- Oh, yeah.

Fuck yeah.

We're too fucked up to be whole.

- Hey, Betty Jo.
What's up?
- Widow booty call.

Keep your voice down.

Is there someplace
we can talk?

Uh, yeah. Sure.

Thanks for meeting me.
- What's going on?

Miss me?

Donald knows about us.

Oh, fuck.

He broke into my house
this morning
to yell at me about it.

Did he threaten you?

It's, uh...

It's a side of him
I've never really ever seen.

Did he hit you?

- No, but...
- But what?

He took Dale's gun with him.

Lee, I'm scared.

I am just a sitting duck
in that house right now.

Look, trust me.
You gotta disappear.

Leave and go where?
Back to Avant?

- Somewhere, anywhere, friends.
- Nowhere Donald
couldn't find me.

- Y'all hungry?
- No, I'm good.

Uh, just the usual.

'Kay.

All right.

"Sunyata Women's
Self-Care Retreat."

He won't find you there.

You're fucking joking.

Would you pass
a message to Pearl
and tell her where I'll be?

She's blocking my number.

Just in case anything happens.

Nothing's gonna happen to you.

Thank you.

♪ Canned food and new tattoos ♪

♪ Two men killed
When the cat got loose ♪

♪ That concludes
Tonight's news ♪

♪ You knew ♪

Hey. Listen, you know...

Maybe we hang out sometime?
You know, like normal people?

See a movie or something.

- Should bring Francis.
- Yeah.

She's the best part
about you, man.

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

Yeah.

Stay greasy.

I will.

Don't get killed!

♪ Fightin' fire
With fire in the hole you dug ♪

♪ You're gettin' burnt
And you're damn near fucked ♪

♪ Buddy, you're in love ♪

♪ It's bound to rain ♪

Hey.

Could I talk to you
for a second?

Hey, my name's Lee.
I'm a friend of your mom's.

I just wanted to say to you...

I'm a friend of your mom's,
and she went on a retreat.
The Sunyata--

- Hey, bookworm.
- Let's go.

Hey, no, no, no. No, man!

Somebody! Take out your phone!
This is not legal.

- Ow! Goddamn!
- Shut up, you queer.

Police brutality!

- I got you, Lee!
- Watch your step.

- Fuck. Fish,
you filming this shit?
- Yeah, I got you.

Let me go!

- Let's go.
- Whoa! Go where? Go where?

Running's still an option.

What the fuck is this?

Better watch your back, Raybon!

Hey! Get the

- Fuck you, Raybon!
- Look what the cat
dragged in!

Lee! Raybon.

All righ, t Raybon.

Well, well,
it's the fucking wordsmith.

Excuse me.

- Hey. Motherfucker!
- Ow!

- Pussy.
- Shit!

Hey,
get out of my face!

Fire!

- Hey, why don't you go reset
those targets for us?
- What?

- Do you want to? It'll be fun.
- Ha! He got somewhere to be.

Good luck, shithead.

Go.

Get out of here, princess.

Hey, Lee.