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You did 25. You didn't rat, but you also didn't

learn anything. You get out,

you move west, but the killing spree continues.

Bikers.

Chickie.

We know everything.

So when I call, you answer.

An old girlfriend of mine gave me this.

That's her father's brand.

He's selling his business,

liquor license with it.

You know how hard it is to get

a license when you have a record?

Why don't we get this stuff into bottles,

put the bottles on the shelf, put the cash

in the bank?

The ecstasy game

is showing a lot of potential.

I'm running low on some product.

You don't need a supplier. I'll bake for you.

But you do not deal on premises.

Can't do that here.

- Let's go. - Yo, yo...

- Now. - I think that

you will make one hell of a governor.

Politicians come in handy. Especially when you own 'em.

I'd like to bring you into my administration.

If I see him make a move on you, I'm gonna

break his jaw in six places.

Who says you're not romantic?

One of my wire places

- just got raided. - When?

Today, an hour ago. Something's going on.

Hands on the wheel, motherfucker!

I know

you took Bevilaqua, and then you

made it look like I did it.

Before I give you all this info,

I want a federal liquor license.

And this is gonna make you a hero.

You fucking owe me.

I heard that Dwight just bought a distillery.

Well, that's valuable news.

I want 80%.

You think that's right, Ray?

If I want to get to you or anybody,

it's done, and don't you ever forget that.

Good morning, and...

how may I help you today?

Well, I finally talked my brother here

into considering a wardrobe

that looks like it came from this century.

Would you tell her this look is timeless?

How about something in linen, something that breathes?

More youthful.

- Oh, come on. - Something optimistic-looking.

You see, my brother's a very successful entrepreneur

with interests in various businesses.

In... what interests?

You know, it's like gaming, recreation, spirits, you know.

- So, some warmer hues, maybe? - Yes,

yes, but before we try the less black shirts

and the less dark suits,

how about giving up the two-toned shoes?

Now you crossed the line.

Someone had to.

Sorry, but I am strictly a man of the cloth.

Smart answer.

I'll tell you what, we'll go with the hues,

but if you want to get huey, bright hues.

What do you think?

Finally. Here he is.

Okay. The meeting for Friedman Enterprises

is now in session.

The fuck is a Friedman Enterprise, boss?

- It's an anagram. - What's an anagram?

What is that, like an X-ray for your heart?

That's an angiogram.

"Friedman" is an anagram for "Manfredi."

Wow, bingo, Spencer, very good.

Now that we got that straight,

there's a few points of business.

Moving forward, you guys

are gonna be as law-abiding as possible.

What's the fun in that?

The fun is in not going to frigging jail,

and now that we got our legal liquor license

in effect, there's no reason to break the law,

which is a good thing, 'cause Montague Distillery

is gonna be distributing nationwide

- starting next week. - Hear, hear.

Including the Northeast?

- Yeah. - Okay.

Well, what about, Quiet Ray?

He won't be a problem. I'll take care of that.

We're whacking him?

No, we're not whacking him.

The smart move

is to cut him a deal and appeal to his greed.

Goodie, how's Bred-2-Buck doing?

As of Sunday, the Bred-2-Buck Cabaret and Casino

had its best week ever.

- Hear, hear. - Great. And Even Higher Plane?

Same. The lower the temps,

- the higher they want to get. - That's great. Now,

as for Mitch Keller's Car City,

I had to make an executive decision.

- Like? - Well, I'm sorry to say,

that company

is now over,

bankrupt and out of business.

- Thank you, Jesus. - Yeah.

Thought you'd like that. Anyway, I got a friend

who's gonna help out with the inventory, and we'll

- use those funds elsewhere. - We'll talk.

Speaking of funds, boss.

Do I even want to know?

Probably not.

Okay. Then I won't ask.

Thank you very much,

I appreciate this. And now

I got to hit the road. So, class dismissed.

My report on Tourism and Recreation,

for while you're in Mariana.

Feels like there's a little fat to be trimmed

in that department.

I look forward to reading it on the plane.

Oh, and, Bradley Van Heusen reached out.

He'd like to see you.

The AI data farm again?

Happy to take that meeting for you.

Look, I know he's a major donor, but absolutely not.

I'm not taking land from farmers and giving it to some tech bro.

- Understood. - Good.

Governor.

Ms. Devereaux.

She seems fun.

She came with the furniture.

Not a lot of humor in that one.

But her ambition as lieutenant governor

frees me up to handle other business.

Speaking of which...

The Fennario Ranch.

- You read my mind. - True to my word,

I've instructed my attorney to draw up papers

effectively transferring the property back to you

for the colossal sum...

of $100.

I don't know, Cal.

You drive a hard bargain.

But I'll take it.

I figured that you would.

In return, I will be asking a favor of you, though.

The governor's conference.

I want you to join me.

The Mariana Islands? That's a long plane trip.

I know.

Well, think of it as your job.

In the meantime,

we're on for Wednesday with my attorney.

Eva, could you give Ms. Devereaux the information

for Wednesday's meeting, please?

All right, listen to me.

The rep from Consolidated said he could handle

everything west of Pennsylvania, including

distribution to Alaska and Hawaii.

From Florida straight up

- the Eastern Seaboard... - Yeah.

We're dealing with Mid-Atlantic.

- Same price? - Slightly higher.

Why's everything more on the East Coast?

'Cause that's where the people are.

Looks like Bill is back.

Joanne, why don't you go to the office

for a second? Bigfoot,

keep your eyes open but stay back.

What is that, a ghost? Where you been, Bill?

Been?

- Or sent? - Sent?

You lost me already.

- I lost you? - Yeah.

I was on vacation for four weeks,

courtesy of the United States government.

My own room at the Shits Carlton.

What are you talking about?

I was driving home...

from your house. Remember the night?

- I do. - Yeah.

I was minding my business,

and they literally snatched me off the fucking street,

a bunch of storm troopers.

They fucking lock me up...

and until right now, I had no fucking idea

where I was.

Something like that ever happen to you?

Happen to me? No, thank God.

Yeah, well, I heard about the, the meeting.

Quiet Ray calling for a sit-down,

national gathering of bosses.

Yeah.

- You're going? - Yeah, I'm going.

Of course, yeah. Me, too.

Oh, how lucky can I get?

But I'm going ahead of time.

- For what? - Because I got to clear the air,

you know, just smooth the ground, bury the hatchet,

call it whatever you want.

But this bullshit has got to stop.

We got a lot of money at stake, Bill.

Yeah.

Yeah. I know a lot of money's at stake.

I've got seven and a half points of this.

Gonna be worth a lot someday.

Right. How's distribution looking?

It's full steam ahead.

All right. I didn't miss much.

Well, we missed you, Bill.

I... Oh.

About Quiet Ray.

What about him?

Watch him.

Watch him close, Dwight.

And I speak from experience.

I wouldn't trust this prick to water my cactus.

Capisce?

Yeah, capisce.

What you mean, you done? You already been doing it.

Yeah, that was before Dwight's big decree about going legit.

What's the big deal, man?

Say, you-you, you damn near a mad scientist

with this shit, right? I mean,

you can cook up some ecstasy in your sleep, bro.

Yeah, anyone can. The recipe for X

is easier than blueberry muffins.

- And way less fattening. - Okay.

Look, I will write you instructions,

and you two can do it yourselves.

I can't bake. I fuck up toast, man.

I have DoorDash on 24-hour call.

Look, I'm not the one, okay?

- Find somebody else. - Bodhi.

I-I know you scared right now,

but Dwight don't even got to know.

- Fuck. - I know he doesn't have to know,

but somehow he always does know.

I don't know about you two, but I only recently stopped

having this recurring nightmare where Dwight's head

is on the body of a Rottweiler and he's

- trying to eat me alive. - That's fucked-up.

Seriously. You should see somebody.

- I do. - Or you could take some ecstasy.

I mean, you know

they use it to treat all type of shit like that?

It's barely even a drug at all, man.

Don't get comfortable.

Look, neither Dwight nor the law agrees with that analysis.

Please just give me some space

so that I can get some business done.

- All right. - For my legitimate business.

Thanks, Diego.

- Yo. - Well...

this is a nice surprise.

Yeah, well, things were getting kind of hectic

at the office, so I thought I'd take a break.

Yeah, you just can't wait for your riding lesson.

What, are you trying to kill me?

Anyway... I got this idea.

There's this brand-new restaurant in town,

and I'd like to take you.

The name is Beppe.

- Yeah. - Perfect, that's great.

Can I ask you something?

Aren't these birds supposed to be squawking at sunrise,

and this rooster is, like,

crowing at 2:30 in the afternoon?

That's Rudy. That's my rescue rooster.

The poor baby's blind,

so he never knows what time it is.

In his mind, he...

he just always thinks it's 6 a.m.

Rudy the rescue rooster?

Why don't we cancel

the restaurant and have Rudy the rooster for dinner?

- No! No. - Oh, no.

- "How could you say that?" - You are a savage.

Here's the deal.

I'm gonna need you fellas to hit up every junkyard in Tulsa...

the whole damn state, if you have to...

and I want you to replace each and every one of these cars

with the identical make and model, except...

junker versions.

I'm not exactly sure I follow.

Well, then I'll give it to you again.

This here is a cherried-out

1975 Buick LeSabre two-door convertible

with 60,000 original miles on it.

Now, what I want you to do is find the same exact vehicle...

same make, same model, same color...

except that car can be a total broken-down piece of shit.

And you want us to do that for the entire inventory?

Yes.

- That's like 123 vehicles. - Precisely.

Which we will then swap out for the shit versions.

And how the hell are we supposed to sell those?

Who said anything about selling?

Let's say we give the '82 Barolo a shot.

Thirty-two hundred bucks a bottle. Why not?

Sir.

Oh, Dwight, no, that's too much.

No, not at all.

For you?

A pittance.

You forgot, didn't you?

What? What did I forget?

Our anniversary.

The day we met?

You completely forgot, didn't you?

Like, in the barn we met.

"Hello, I'm Dwight."

You made fun of my shoes.

Actually...

it was in the field,

and it was November.

- No, it wasn't. No, it wasn't. - Yeah, it was.

- It was. - It was not. It absolute...

Honestly.

- Really? - Yes.

Signora, signore, if I may.

The 1982 Tenuta delle Colline Velate Nebbia Royale.

- Okay. Yeah. Thanks. - Bene.

- I think I'm losing my marbles. - No.

Well, maybe a couple.

No, seriously, am I gonna forget where my hairbrush is

- and go to some neighbor's house. - No. No.

- And pet a dog that's not mine? - I'll take care of you.

- If I may, sir. - Yeah, what?

The vino... is on the house.

- Oh, yeah? - For this special occasion.

Thank you. Appreciate it.

That almost makes up for the stupidity.

It's my pleasure, Signore Manfredi.

- Oh, you know me? - I know who you are,

sir, of course.

It's an honor to have you both dine

- with us. - Thank you.

I am Leonardo Timpone.

Thank you. Yeah, pour hers first, please.

Here you go.

Leonardo, can you do me a favor?

Run in the kitchen, get me some bread sticks,

if you don't mind.

Breadsticks?

Yeah, bread sticks. You know, those long things...

sì.

Before we toast...

I got to ask you something.

When are you going to get tired

of working for Ol' Blue Eyes?

- Why? You miss me? - Yeah, I do miss you.

You're like the only good habit that I have.

Happy anniversary.

- Buon appetito. - Thank you, Leonardo.

My guy.

- What? - So, when did you start

with the bread stick dunking?

It's an old tradition.

My God, I've been doing it my whole life.

I haven't done it for a few years,

I don't know why, but...

You got the urge.

I did get the urge.

May be losing my marbles. Why don't you give it a shot?

No, that's okay. That's a, that's a Dwight thing.

Seriously, you don't know what you're missing.

Come on.

Okay, give me one.

Here you go. Go ahead.

Live a little.

- Just put it in? - Yeah.

I need more.

That's all we got.

Make it stretch.

Mad-dog ain't working for you, man, you might want to try

saying something intimidating instead.

You been told once, motherfucker.

You don't sell here.

This dance club belongs to me.

I'm working where the money twerking,

and right now that's here.

You're not getting it, are you?

Actually, I think you're the one who's not getting it.

What'd you say, bitch?

Easy, motherfucker, I'll drop you right now.

Enjoy it while you can,

'cause it'll all be over soon.

And by the way,

that shit you're slinging, it's mid.

Tell that to my clientele.

Look to me like they vibing, right?

If I were you, I'd walk out.

Either that or get walked out.

Buongiorno.

Beg your pardon,

do you know where I can find Mr. Manfredi?

Sorry, he's not... he's not here right now.

Sorry.

Well, he order some wine and,

I want to...

- bring it to him personally. - Okay.

Leonardo Timpone.

I am the proprietor of Beppe.

The little Italian place downtown?

- Exactly. - I'm Bodhi.

Mr. Manfredi's colleague.

Nice to meet you.

Buono.

I can leave it with you, then, It's okay?

Yeah, I'll...

I'll look after 'em.

- Okay. - Great.

Oh, shit.

Is... is this what I think it is?

- You know wine? - I-I mean,

I don't know all wine, but I know that wine.

I mean, 1982,

that is supposed to be the best vintage from Piedmont.

Sì, it's the... it's, one of the best.

- Certo. - Cool.

I mean, and that-that producer is wine royalty.

Spectacular, sì. A spectacular vineyard.

"Tenuta delle Colline Velate."

Sounds expensive.

But, speaking of that...

sì.

Please make sure,

Mr. Manfredi knows I am only charging him

wholesale price. Okay?

Grazie.

Grazie to you.

Remember, okay?

Wholesale price.

Ar... arrivederci.

Arrivederci.

Hello?

Hey, Paul.

It's Dwight Manfredi. How you doing?

Mr. Manfredi, this is a new cell phone.

- How'd you get my number? - Co... Come on.

Paul, I could get your DNA

if I wanted.

Well,

- what do you want, exactly? - Well, you know,

- I need a favor of the DMV kind. - Look, Mr. Manfredi,

I told you last time, I'm not doing this anymore.

You don't even know what I'm asking for.

Well... well, whatever it is, forget it.

Listen, I got an associate. Just...

why don't you listen to him?

Absolutely not. No.

- No. No. - Paul, what do you got

against listening? It never hurt anybody to listen.

I'm hanging up now. I have a driving test

that I have to administer.

- Hey, Paul, don't do that... - Goodbye,

Mr. Manfredi. Goodbye.

I got him, boss.

All right.

Nice spending time with you.

You got some fucking balls walking in here.

Well, I know you're too neat

to whack me in your own kitchen.

Coffee?

- No, thanks. I'm good. - Sit down.

So, on the phone...

you said you wanted to talk.

I do.

We got to put this animosity to bed.

Animosity?

I didn't think our little disagreements

have led to a level of animosity.

It's fucking destructive, Ray. We can't make money like this.

We both have enough money.

The money that we do have...

it'd be nice to spend it in peace.

Are you making me an offer?

Yeah, just know I'm not here on bended knee.

Just make me the fucking offer.

12.5% of the Montague bourbon profits

for the right to distribute in the Northeast.

Twelve and a half?

How'd you come up with that figure?

'Cause I figured I was gonna have to double it,

and that's my final and fairest offer.

Come on, Ray. Get real.

- You got no claims on me. - Do I have to

keep reminding you

that I am in control of the Invernizzi family?

I haven't been part of that fucking family for years, Ray.

Well, I don't remember giving you your freedom.

What are you, Abe fucking Lincoln?

You're about a foot short, pal.

My freedom was never yours to give anyway.

And I want you to know this:

I'm going to this meeting, but not as an underling.

As the head of my own family,

the Manfredi family from Tulsa.

Wh-What, did you declare yourself king now?

Maybe I fucking did.

Do we have a deal or not?

25%.

All right.

I got a warehouse over in Jersey,

right off of Route 9.

I want to move that shit out there for safekeeping.

This fucking un...

Oh, what-what are you laughing at?

Oh, you're fuck-fucking unbelievable.

You actually think I'm gonna let you take

$150 million dollars' worth of classic booze?

No. It stays in Tulsa.

Why not?

Because I don't trust you.

All right.

But I'm gonna send a man out there, you know,

just to overlook my share.

Call it an emissary.

- An emissary? - An emissary.

Why are you sending in an emissary?

Because I don't fucking trust you, either.

See, we got something in common.

Always nice spending time with you.

I'll see you real soon, right?

Here's the deal, Paul.

I'm gonna need 150

blank Oklahoma car registrations,

for which I will pay $500 apiece.

That's 75 grand, by the way.

May I ask what you plan to do with them?

Sure.

We're gonna phony 'em up and match 'em with junkers,

which we will then burn and put in insurance claims for,

alleging that said junkers were in pristine condition.

That is incredibly, insanely illegal.

Did I say 500?

My gosh, I'm sorry, Paul.

I meant 750.

Mr. Keller, it's not...

Call me Mitch.

Mitch, it-it's not about the money.

A-As Mr. Manfredi knows, I'm a law-abiding citizen.

I have a wife, I have three kids,

I am a scoutmaster, for goodness' sakes.

I was a Scout. That's fantastic.

Are you actually

trying to bond with me over that?

One thousand dollars.

All right? That's 150 grand.

Now... just think

how excited your troop is gonna be

when you roll up in a brand-new Range Rover.

How soon do you need them?

You should have seen this motherfucker.

Acting all hard and shit.

What's his name?

Santiago.

Who's he work for? I mean, seems pretty ballsy

coming at you like that with no backup.

He's got a few young kids around him, that's all.

If he's moving as much ecstasy as you say he is,

he's got to be with somebody.

Either way, what we doing?

What's next?

Well, here's what I do.

Any time I have to make a business-related decision...

I ask myself this:

W.W.D.D. "What would Dwight do?"

W.W.D.D.?

Shit, man, this situation,

I think Dwight gonna get the drop on this bitch ass,

wreck his shit, rob that motherfucker, steal his product.

Bad idea.

Violence is always the last resort.

Dwight's a businessman, Tyson, think of it like that.

Sounds like good business to me

if we end up with all of his ecstasy.

Yeah, but where do you go from there?

You just made an enemy.

And not one that's gonna drag your name on Yelp,

one that's gonna put you in the dirt.

What Dwight would do is tax him,

make him pay for the privilege of selling that shit

in his territory.

I'm sorry, I still like option one:

rob his ass.

Fine.

Let me know when you want to do it.

Wh... What, rob the dude Santiago?

I thought you said it was a bad idea.

It is a bad idea.

Which is why I ain't letting you do it alone.

All right, let's get this thing started.

I just want to say thank you for coming.

I know that New York is a long distance

for some of you, and thank you.

Worth the trip just for the pizza, no?

I think everybody knows everyone here,

but just in case.

From Louisiana,

- Santo Accursio. - Gentlemen.

Dario DeSica,

from New England. Tommy Abramo,

- Chicago. - Glad to be here.

Bartomo Alfieri, Cleveland.

Frank Zonghi from Vegas.

Carmine Yanni from Jersey.

Bill Bevilaqua, Kansas City.

And let's not forget...

Dwight Manfredi,

formerly of the Invernizzi family

but now representing his own interests

- out in Tulsa. - Hear, hear.

Hear, hear.

- Buon fortuna, Dwight. - You know,

one of the reasons why I like to call these meetings...

Not only just to break bread,

but I think it's good to...

to look each other in the eyes,

go over the differences we have, or...

our misunderstandings.

Now, another reason for this meeting...

and some of you already know this...

I want to formally announce

that I will be taking over the leadership

of what's left of the Invernizzi family.

Pete Invernizzi

was a dear friend of mine and, he tragically

passed away, God rest his soul.

And his son Chickie,

as I understand, is no longer with us, either.

Well, we wish Chickie well,

wherever he may be.

Yeah, we do that, Bill.

- Salute. - Salute.

Now, working with me in this transition

will be Vince Antonacci,

formerly with the Invernizzis.

He'll keep his position as capo, but he'll

report to me directly now.

It's a privilege and an honor.

I take it by your silence

that you're all in agreement with this.

All due respect, Ray, but I see there's an empty chair.

Yeah.

Luca Fiorentino

from Buffalo.

Do you think we should wait? Let Luca weigh in, no?

Luca's already weighed in.

And he let his feelings be known to me.

Turco!

You know, at first, Luca...

he was very disagreeable with me.

You know? And...

But we went

back and forth and back and forth.

Finally,

after a long conversation...

we came to an agreement.

Oh, fuck me. Come on.

You kidding me?

That him?

Yeah.

- All right, remember the plan. - Stay put,

engine running.

Don't move, asshole! Get inside.

Where that shit at? Now!

I don't know what you're talking about.

The ecstasy, motherfucker. Where is it?

Y'all don't know who you fucking with, guys.

That's a two-way street, kid.

Listen here, I'm-a ask you

one more time.

Where is it?

I don't have it, man.

Okay. Okay.

It's in the safe.

Let's go.

Go.

Fuck me.

Back the fuck up.

Lay on your stomach. Spread your legs,

- hands behind your head. - Just don't shoot me, man.

Just don't do anything stupid.

Let's go.

Fuck!

Aw, fuck.

Forget it!

Goodie!

Oh, shit.

Come on, come on!

Hey, Ray.

Sit down.

Take off that fucking hat.

You hungry?

Only for power, Ray.

"Only for power."

I like that.

An honest man.

When did you dig Turco up?

What, you don't like Turco?

Nah.

He's got a nice suit.

He just got out of Ossining.

Ten years.

Assault.

I didn't have him figured for insider trading.

So, how'd you like our little gathering today?

It's good. Yeah. You know

how to make a statement, I'll give you that much, Ray.

Yeah, well, I'm done fuckin' around.

So, Manfredi.

What about him?

Heard he made you a deal.

Yeah.

Yeah, we came to terms.

Be careful, Ray.

And I say this from experience.

I wouldn't trust that prick to water my cactus.

Capisce?

Capisce.

Oklahoma Weekly?

Isn't this kind of obvious?

He's the governor, Dwight.

Were you expecting Playboy?

Amanda, hello.

Dwight, this is.

Lt. Governor Amanda Clark.

Dwight Manfredi.

I'm well aware.

Oh, good. So, how you doing?

Forgive me if I don't shake your hand,

Mr. Manfredi,

but I took an oath to uphold the laws of this state.

Sure, why not?

Margaret, Dwight.

Come on in.

Wyatt Nix, you remember.

- Margaret Devereaux. - Hello.

- Nice to see you. - And this is Dwight Manfredi.

Wyatt drafted up the contract to transfer your ranch back.

Pleasure to meet you.

Yeah, how you doing?

I just stopped by to say my congratulations

to the governor and I'm looking forward

to all the things we're gonna do together, right?

As am I, Dwight.

Oh, man.

I got to take this outside.

This shouldn't take long at all.

Margaret.

Hey, Wild Bill. Make it fast, I'm busy.

What the fuck is that ghoul doing back?

- Ray hired that fuckin' maniac? - Yeah, they're together now.

I heard he was working with some Canadian mob,

maybe Toronto, Montreal, I don't know.

Then he got pinched for ten years.

Ray's pulling a fucking boss's head out of a bowling bag.

- What the fuck? - He's trying to intimidate.

Well, judging by the fucking reactions

in that room, it's working.

Let me tell you something, Dwight. Turco comes around

my way, I'm gonna blow his fucking brains out.

Nice talking to you again, Bill.

You, too.

1984 BMW.

All right. So, where's the VIN...

Okay, check.

Where's my Cor...

Everyone, please, listen up.

Listen up, listen up. Listen up.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I stand among you

not as your boss, but as your partner.

You know, your brother.

Not in the blood sense,

but everything else that matters.

Maybe I'm getting soft, I don't know,

but I remember back the journey that we took,

and we had ambitions

and dreams and ideas

written on a friggin' napkin.

But guess what?

We made those dreams and aspirations all come true

because of the fire that you had inside,

and we did that

through trust, hard work

and the belief

that we could make the impossible...

the inevitable.

So get ready to toast

to the bond that we all share,

but remember one thing:

first and foremost...

we're a family.

- Salute. - Salute.

Salute.

Tell me who took my fucking product.

What the fuck is going on?

November 327 Alpha Bravo,

Honolulu Center, how you hear?

November 327 Alpha Bravo, Honolulu Center,

if you hear, IDENT.

November 327 Alpha Bravo, Honolulu Center,

if you hear, squawk 7600.

Any aircraft on frequency available to relay

to November 327 Alpha Bravo, please advise.

Dwight?

Couldn't sleep.

I was watching the news.

What happened?

The plane that Margaret and Thresher were on...

went down somewhere over the Pacific.