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You don't sell here. This dance club belongs to me.

Ecstasy, motherfucker. Where is it?

Fuck me.

Goodie!

♪ propulsive music ♪

- Let's go, people. - You owe the house

a hundred large.

I've got your back, if you've got mine.

Is this what I think it is?

Uh, you know wine?

The best vintage from Piedmont.

What the fuck is going on?

Bradley Van Heusen reached out.

The AI data farm again?

Happy to take that meeting for you.

This is Lieutenant Governor Amanda Clark.

- How you doing? - Forgive me,

but I took an oath to uphold

the laws of this state.

You want me to see which way the wind's blowing.

If it's not blowing in Thresher's direction,

we need to change the weather.

I'd like to bring you into my administration.

You don't need to get involved in this.

Aren't I already involved?

And although Dwight Manfredi might be bulletproof,

I assure you, Margaret, we are not.

The plane that Margaret and Thresher were on

went down somewhere over the Pacific.

♪ discordant music ♪

♪ slow, gentle guitar music ♪

We are gathered here today

because of a tragic loss of life.

Governor Cal Thresher,

two members of his staff and the flight crew

will forever be remembered in the hearts and minds

of not only their loved ones,

but in the hearts and minds of the Oklahomans

that they so briefly and ably served.

In an effort to continue their mission,

I would like to now make clear

that the culture of complicity

in this statehouse ends with me.

God bless you all,

and God bless the great state of Oklahoma.

I'm sincerely sorry for your loss, Dwight.

♪ And lessons to learn ♪

♪ Heaven, hell and everything in between...♪

I want to know exactly what happened.

Yeah, they don't know exactly.

Investigations of this nature take time.

Obviously, with a United States governor on board,

this is gonna go all the way up the chain of command.

The governor is not my concern.

I understand.

This is from my guy at the FAA.

"Approximately 3:14 a.m. local time,

Honolulu Center lost contact with the aircraft.

Disappeared from radar

about 320 nautical miles northeast of Maui.

No distress call was received."

Last recorded position places it

over open water in the North Pacific.

Was there any wreckage?

Not as of yet, but both the Coast Guard

and the Navy deployed multiple assets.

- ♪ slow, suspenseful music ♪ - How long is this gonna take?

The search grid's over 5,000 square miles.

They got high seas, limited visibility.

Whose fault is this?

It's too early to speculate if

it's anybody's fault.

Really?

Planes just fall out of the sky

for no fucking reason?

♪ percussive, upbeat music ♪

Governor, Bradley Van Heusen is here.

Send him in.

Congratulations, Governor. You must be on cloud nine.

Well, a fatal plane crash wasn't exactly

how I envisioned my ascension to the governorship.

Forgive me. That was callous.

You can wait outside.

Look, I don't waste time,

and you don't have that luxury, either.

I'm ready to take Echelon Harvest to the next level,

but as you know, AI data farming is tricky.

So I'll need statewide fast-tracking. That means

permits, safety waivers, tax incentives, zoning.

I haven't even unpacked yet.

Great, 'cause day one is when it's easiest.

You're untouchable right now.

What does that mean?

It means no one's focusing on the fine print.

Hmm. You are nothing if not subtle, Mr. Van Heusen.

You weren't worried about subtlety

when I was lining your campaign's war chest.

- ♪ slow, suspenseful music ♪ - I'm sorry.

Did I not thank you for your support?

Look, Amanda, you're smart enough to know

I don't fund lost causes.

If you want that infrastructure project you promised,

the digital literacy programs, you'll need a friend like me.

I did not go into politics to be owned.

Oh, no one's talking about ownership.

Just partnership.

I'll review your proposal.

And everything thereafter will be done by the book.

Fair enough.

It's crazy, man.

It's like, you wake up one morning,

going about your business and then,

boom, it's over with, you're dead.

Is there anything we can do?

Oh, honestly, I'd just give him some space.

It's gonna take time for him to process.

It's a shock to the system.

Dwight? What are you doing here?

Going to work, like everybody.

Yeah, that's not what I meant.

Jesus, buddy, how you doing?

I'm real sorry about what happened, boss.

Yeah, she was a great lady.

- I'm so sorry, Dwight. - Thank you.

It's a tragedy.

But bad things happen to a lot of people every day.

Can't change that, right?

So you move on.

Ye-- Uh, yeah.

But you can also take some time to feel--

What's the point, Bodhi?

I got things to do, you got things to do.

Why are you even here?

Fair enough.

Just being supportive.

Listen, thanks.

Everybody get back to work.

♪ slow, mysterious music ♪

What the fuck are you doing here?

I was sent here.

By Quiet Ray?

He told Dwight somebody was coming.

An emissary, Ray said.

He didn't say anything about you.

Well, here I am.

What do you want me to say?

- Now take me to Dwight. - Look,

it's not a good time.

His girlfriend was killed in that plane crash last night.

What plane crash?

With the governor.

It's been all over the news.

I don't look at the news.

Wait here.

I need to talk to you.

We have a, uh, visitor.

- What's he doing here? - Ray sent him

to look after his share of the bourbon.

What do you want me to do?

Take him to the distillery, please.

Get him out of my sight.

Done.

Come on. Let's go.

Come on, we're going.

Dwight, come stai?

You trying to blow this deal, Ray?

What are you talking about?

Vince Antonacci.

What about him?

Of all the men,

you couldn't find anyone better to send?

I sent Vince out there because

he's already been to Tulsa.

He was in Tulsa trying to kill me.

Would you rather I sent Turco?

Why did you hire that psycho?

Are you trying to send a message, Ray?

What, you don't like him?

He's a good guy.

He's the Grim fucking Reaper.

Look, you're getting too emotional about this.

This is all business,

and Vince is out there

representing my end of the business.

Look, Bevilaqua called me.

He told me about your girl.

I'm sorry.

Did you hear what I said? I'm sorry.

Let me know when that booze is on the road.

First batch of the 50 leaves Tuesday.

That's good.

Nearly 2,500 cases.

And how long before it hits the shelves?

Well, it goes from here to the regional distributors

and then on to the stores from there,

so, three weeks before it's available to the public?

Now the important question.

When do I get my cut?

You can take that up with Dwight.

Oh, look what the wind blew in.

Bill, what are you doing here?

Same as you. Looking out for my interest.

Vince, this is Dwight's sister Joanne.

She runs the place.

Nice to meet you.

Vince is here from New York.

Yes, Dwight told me to expect you.

♪ lighthearted, playful music ♪

I'm assuming you want a tour?

- Why not? - Okay.

This is the heart of the operation.

This is where we mill our grains,

then cook them in hot water.

Add some yeast, then you got fermentation.

Think of it like beer, but stronger.

And destined for greatness.

And then you distill it?

Exactly.

Over here.

Alcohol boils at a lower temperature

than water, so it rises first.

You capture that vapor, cool it, and bam, you got whiskey.

But not all of it is drinkable.

Oh, I've had a lot of that shit.

When it runs off the still, the first part

is called the "heads."

Just too sharp,

lots of impurities.

The last part is called the "tails"-- too heavy.

Tastes like turpentine.

What we keep is the "heart."

Pure... balanced... spirit.

What we're after is flavor...

...alcohol content and purity.

Nothing gets barreled until it passes inspection.

Where do youse keep the 50?

♪ "Where There's Smoke, There's Fire" by The Black Keys plays ♪

Holy shit.

50 years soaking in and out of the wood.

After a while, the bourbon picks up character.

That's more than we can say for you.

It's been aging since before you were a thought.

And now, after sleeping for half a century,

it's gonna make us all rich.

Yeah, I'll drink to that.

Be my guest.

♪ Where there's smoke, babe ♪

♪ There's fire ♪

♪ Where there's smoke, babe ♪

♪ There's fire ♪

♪ Where there's smoke, babe ♪

♪ There's fire... ♪

Finished the count.

So...

we took 20,000 pills off that motherfucker.

- Holy shit. - Twenty apiece, that's 400k.

Oh, my God. That's great.

I'm really happy for you.

It-it ain't just me, you're my partner.

Whoa. I ain't never seen

somebody so unhappy about so much money.

I know. It's just...

I've been meaning to talk to you

about this whole thing, the ecstasy business?

I don't think I'm cut out for it.

What you mean?

You're a natural-born slinger.

Life's too short.

♪ There's fire... ♪

I got to bow out.

Nah, it's all good. It's all good.

I'm-a get Grace to help me.

- Don't worry about it. - You sure?

Yeah. And don't worry.

I'm not going to that club anymore.

I got a whole new territory.

Clean and easy.

You're the best.

I already know that.

I'll holler at you.

Attorney General

- Sackrider, ma'am. - Governor Amanda Clark.

You must be enormously proud.

- Doug and the kids must feel-- - Status updates.

What's the latest on the meth ring out of Stillwater?

Well, wiretaps are up.

We've got a snitch who's giving us the keys to the kingdom.

And that guy from the nursing home with all the fake billings?

Grand jury returned an indictment yesterday.

And Dwight Manfredi?

Um...

Dwight Manfredi? The... the businessman?

No.

Dwight Manfredi, the mafia carpetbagger

who managed to wheedle his way into this office

when it was occupied by my predecessor.

Uh, ma'am, um,

at least to the best of my knowledge,

Dwight Manfredi is completely legitimate.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

How does he make his money?

Well, I mean, among other things,

he's, uh, the current owner

of the Montague Distillery.

- Manfredi has a liquor license? - He does.

And, in fact, they're just about to launch a 50-year-old bourbon.

Oh.

It was ambition

that was Cal Thresher's weakness.

- ♪ slow, suspenseful music ♪ - And because of that,

Dwight Manfredi is getting fat off the state of Oklahoma.

He's laughing at us.

At our laws, at our morals.

The liquor license.

Revoke it.

It's your shot.

What?

It's your shot.

From the shop. It was a good week.

Yeah. Thanks.

♪ Staring up at the stars... ♪

How are you?

What do you mean?

How, just, how are you?

How-- In general, how are you? Just--

Good. Good.

You want some wine?

Sure.

This is the Barolo from the party?

Yeah. Why?

No reason.

- You didn't like it? - I--

Uh, I did. I-I thought...

I think it's great.

Brother, you are a horrible fucking liar.

Hey, if you don't like it,

you can just say so. It doesn't matter to me.

It's not that I don't like it. It's, uh...

What?

- I think it's fake. - Fake wine, huh?

It's obviously real wine,

but it's not what it says on the bottle.

Tastes fine to me.

Yeah, but it doesn't taste 40 years old.

What are you trying to say?

It's like putting a Versace label

on a shirt you bought at Target.

I took a bottle from the party.

I tested it on my own.

The label is inconsistent, the...

the cork is new.

Cheap wine in a vintage bottle.

$3,200 per bottle.

Well, it explains why the guy that sold it to you

sold it at wholesale prices.

Which is still

maybe a hundred times what it's worth.

Are you sure about this?

- ♪ slow, ominous music ♪ - Not exactly.

Well, there's one way to find out.

Dwight's sister's cute.

She single?

Don't even fucking think about it.

What?

Do us both a favor-- sniff around someplace else.

Why don't we crack this open? Hmm?

Eh, it'll go better with food. You hungry?

I could eat.

Any decent Italian around here?

Hey, not unless I'm making it myself.

Fuck are we, anyways?

- County Road 18. - Sounds like

- Restaurant Row. - Relax.

Worst case, we'll head to a farmhouse,

some old lady in an apron'll bake us a pie.

"Schibeaux's Chicken & Ribs."

What do you think?

When in Rome...

All right.

Let's check it out.

♪ We were skinny towhead kids in Louisiana ♪

♪ Living not too far from the Arkansas line ♪

♪ Walking hot blacktop with a quarter for a soda... ♪

- Afternoon, friends. - How you doing?

Welcome to Schibeaux's.

Uh... Help you?

Yeah. Two, please.

You boys on the list?

What do you mean? Like,

a reservation list? Yeah, yeah, sure.

Right there.

Carpenter, for two. That's us.

All righty.

Uh, follow me.

Schibeaux. More like skeevatz.

Ciao, Signore.

Ah, we are actually not yet open.

Eh, that's all right. I just had a bagel.

Uh, remind me your name again, please?

Bodhi.

Signore Bodhi.

How can I help you?

Actually, Mr. Manfredi had a few questions

about... this.

Ah.

I think he's gonna ask them himself.

♪ slow, suspenseful music ♪

Mr. Manfredi, what...

what a wonderful surprise.

You know who else is surprised?

My associate over there, when he tasted your wine.

Ah. Did he...

- enjoy it? - I did.

It was a little different than I expected.

It did have notes of rose petal and orange peel.

- Slì, certo. - But it didn't

have a hint of tobacco or leather,

which one would expect with aging.

Ah, well, even though

it is a 1982,

it still has room... to, uh...

- grow. - For sure.

But there is also this,

if you wouldn't mind.

- You see on the label here? - Mm.

That looks like perforations.

Perfor... I'm sorry, but sometimes--

He said "perforations."

Like the edge of a postage stamp.

Ah, this? Uh,

this is, how you call a...

dings.

Dings.

- Dings? - Dings.

But, uh, Mr. Manfredi, if you are unhappy,

I would gladly refund your money.

That's very generous.

But if you really want to stay healthy,

you got to start telling the truth, pal.

It started out by mistake.

Okay, a customer-- he order expensive wine.

I bring him the cheaper one by accident.

But he don't know.

In fact, he say is delicious...

so I...

I-I-I... I get the idea.

You sell the cheap stuff, pass it off as expensive shit.

Exactly. I do it once or twice,

it works, nobody say nothing.

So you do it more.

And for more expensive wine.

Mr. Manfredi, when you come here

to eat, you order that wine

with your wife. I promise I would

never steal from you, Signore.

It's why I give it to you for nothing.

Where exactly in Italy are you from?

Well, uh, that's--

...the thing.

I'm from Paterson, New Jersey.

You got to be fucking kidding me.

I can't keep lying to you. I'm gonna have a heart attack.

What's your name? Is it Leonardo, even?

It's Lenny.

Lenny, there's one reason

and one reason only

I don't have this man smash your fucking head like a bug.

Because the last time I was here

was a very, very special time for me.

So you're not gonna hurt me?

No.

Actually, we're gonna make you wealthy.

This is some good shit.

What'd I tell you?

So what are we drinking to?

Being alive.

After 30 years in this business, that is a minor fucking miracle.

Salute.

They're all gone, huh?

Pete, Chickie,

Jerry Izzo,

Nico the Package.

Armand.

We're the last men standing.

Look, you and me,

I know we had our differences, but, uh,

I never had anything against you.

Same here.

Oh, to bygones being bygones.

♪ Pedal to the metal so fast ♪

♪ C-c-c-c-cardiac-ac-ac ♪

♪ Why so far away? ♪

♪ I want to swipe this gloss 'cross your face ♪

♪ Your T-shirt's wearing my foundation ♪

♪ Can you taste it? ♪

♪ To the last drop, don't waste it ♪

♪ Till the last drop of the bass, I'm waiting ♪

♪ Go get us a room, I just want to get naked ♪

♪ Back there ain't got a lot, but up top, I'm cakin'♪

♪ Neck moving like a turkey, baby, come over and baste it ♪

♪ Love it when you do it like that ♪

♪ Make me want to throw my head back ♪

♪ Full-speed on the dash ♪

♪ Pedal to the metal so fast ♪

♪ C-c-c-c-cardiac-ac-ac ♪

♪ I love it when you do it like that ♪

♪ Make me want to throw my head back ♪

♪ Full-speed on the dash, pedal to the metal so fast ♪

♪ C-c-c-c-cardiac-ac-ac-ac-ac ♪

♪ C-c-c-c-cardiac, ac-ac-ac-ac ♪

♪ C-c-c-c-cardiac-ac ♪

♪ Love it when you do it like that ♪

♪ Love it when you do it like that ♪

♪ C-c-c-c-cardiac-ac ♪

♪ You love when I ride it in the backseat ♪

♪ I love it when you're not scared of getting nasty ♪

♪ Fuck up the upholstery and the windows ♪

♪ The smell of your cigarettes and bankroll ♪

♪ Now the seats are getting sticky off the condensation ♪

♪ I got sweat all in my eyes but the face you make ♪

♪ When you keep bending up my body in so many shapes ♪

♪ It makes me want to change your name to "My New Mistake"♪

- ♪ And every time I make it... ♪ - So you're the guy.

I'm not the guy. I'm him.

Well, lucky me, 'cause this is my table.

You've been here an hour, pushing product,

and you haven't bought a single dance.

You're making money, but I'm not.

Maybe we can work something out.

- Ten tabs. - Ten?

- Goddamn. - 200 bucks, right?

I would have made that easy

if you weren't hogging up all the upholstery.

I like you.

Thank you.

One more for now.

Forgive me, Daddy, for I have sinned.

Your sins are forgiven, my child.

What do you say we grab the check?

Sure.

All right, friends,

the door is locked,

so let's get started.

This meeting of the Aryan Apostles will now be in order!

Yeah.

America!

- The country we love. - What the fuck?

The country our ancestors built.

Door's locked. What do you want to do?

The country they fought and died for...

- Drink the bourbon? - ...is changing by the minute,

- We're here. - ...and not for the better,

- neither. - No.

You look around, and what do you see?

- Filth. - Men laying with men.

- No. - Women doing the same.

- Terrible! - All manner of filth

infecting the minds of our young,

and who is to blame?!

- They are! - It ain't the good

- Protestant men and women. - No, it's not.

No, it's the filthy

- vermin who shouldn't be here... - Yeah.

- ...in the first place! - Yeah.

The coloreds.

- Yeah! - The Jews.

- Yeah. Yeah. - The Mexicans.

- Oh, boy. - The Arabs.

- Yeah. - The swarthy

Mediterranean types.

- They sit in high places... - Mediterraneans?

- I think he means us. - ...whispering poison

- into the ears of our children! - Is that right?

They corrupt our blood!

- You're right. - They dilute our strengths...

I don't know how much more of this bullshit I can take.

This is why I don't look at the fucking news.

I mean, he's basically running

a counterfeit wine factory.

He mixes up cheap wine and then sells it for $3,200 a bottle.

Huh. But it's so good.

Mm-hmm. Guy has a good palate.

- Hey. - Hey, Spence.

I just got a call from Diego, the ranch manager at Fennario.

He needs to get into Margaret's computer.

- Uh, pour quoi? Why? - The feed.

They won't deliver without proof of payment.

Margaret was gonna email them from Mariana.

Sounds like a job for Dwight.

It's password protected.

He said to ask you.

She's saying she needs a nerd.

Is she saying that, or are you saying that?

Am I the only nerd that you know?

You're the nerdiest nerd I know.

Now that, she's saying as a compliment.

Stop interpreting.

I'll do it, but I'm not driving.

Teamwork.

- No. - They want us gone.

- No! - But we will not vanish.

Hell, no!

We will rise up, stronger than ever!

Yeah!

- You're heavy, right? - We will tear down

every rotten stone

- they've stacked against us! - That's right.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

On three.

This land is ours,

and we will take it back no matter the cost!

- One. - Yeah!

If it is war they want, then war they'll get!

- Yeah. - Two.

A true patriot will not hesitate

- to give his life for the-- - Three!

Listen up, assholes!

Oh, no, no, no! No!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa! - Hands up! Get your

fucking hands up!

Grab the bag! Cash, jewelry,

guns in this fucking bag!

Anybody thinks they want to be a hero,

he gets a bullet in the fucking head!

I'm not fucking around!

You sumbitches aren't gonna get away with this!

- Shut the fuck up, ZZ Top. - Come on, come on.

- Let's go. - Cough it up! Come on.

- Cough it up! - Come on. In the bag.

Come on!

Keep 'em up! Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

♪ About that time, my fist is coming...♪

Where the fuck you going?

- ♪ Running ragged nearly ♪ - Motherfuckers.

♪ All my life ♪

♪ Still I'm chasing something ♪

♪ That I should not find ♪

Come on!

I'm watching you. I'm fucking watching you.

♪ Retribution that I can't disguise...♪

All right, we're good. We're good.

- Open the fucking door. - Just so

you dumb fucks know, you just got robbed

- by two swarthy Mediterraneans. - ♪ So it's no surprise ♪

♪ Got those angels ♪

♪ On my shoulders ♪

♪ Got the devil in my eyes ♪

♪ Bada bing, bada boom... ♪

Crazy story, okay. You're never gonna forget this.

So, we take him out back, and the guy has duct tape...

...on the bottom of his shoes.

Wait, wait, wait. So, dude came to the strip club

with duct tape on the soles of his shoes?

Yes. So he could walk around picking up

all the stray dollar bills, thinking no one would notice.

Now that's some broke-boy bullshit, right there!

How we doing over here?

I am feeling good.

Ah, this shit is so good.

I'm feeling real happy.

Whoo!

Oh, look, a story I thought about.

First time I ever went to a strip club,

I'm 15 years old, right? Get a fake ID--

Goddamn, my story's that boring?

She's breathing, but how much did you give her?

- Just one tab. - Hello?

- Whoa. - Whoa!

Oh. Are they dead?

They're breathing, but I can't wake 'em up!

Call 911!

Tyson, it's the ecstasy.

We out.

Let's go!

♪ tense, dramatic music ♪

- We're in. - Thanks.

Have at it.

Spencer, what does this manager want, exactly?

The receipt for the feed.

Got it.

I'm gonna print it out for Diego now.

Do you think you could run this joint?

Excuse me?

The ranch.

See, her lawyer called and said

that she left it to me in her will.

She loved it, and she liked you a lot.

Sure.

- I... - Good.

That's good.

Thank you.

I think you'll do great.

Thanks.

♪ slow, gentle music ♪

Good kid.

Oh, man.

This place brings back so many memories.

Uh, question.

What's the deal with the rooster that crows at night?

Yeah, it was one of her strays.

He never shuts up.

He's blind, so he has no idea what time it is.

Are you ever gonna say it?

What?

"Margaret."

You haven't said her name once.

Don't.

Okay.

If you ever do want to talk about it...

No. I don't.

What's the point of talking about something

that's, like, the worst thing...

...that ever happened in your life?

Yeah, you're holding onto it like a time bomb.

If you don't release it,

it will explode.

Releasing it won't bring her back.

But it will keep you here.

Right now, you're numb,

just going through the motions.

Hmm. That's survival.

- That's surrender. - Don't tell me

how to act, Bodhi, please. You d--

You didn't love her.

You don't know what I feel inside, Bodhi.

You have no idea.

None.

All due respect, Dwight?

You have no fucking clue what I know.

Unfortunately, this is a pain that I do know.

Before I ever met you, I...

I was married to an incredible...

We had a little girl.

And they both...

Mm.

They both died in a car accident.

Oh.

Jesus...

Christ.

I'm sorry.

I was in denial.

Refused to grieve,

angry at the world.

Just like that blind rooster

that screams into the darkness.

Until I realized that if I didn't let it out,

that grief would kill me.

My whole life...

...I've been strong for other people, Bodhi.

I spent 25 years here

keeping it... in.

Now?

I don't know how

to let it out.

I don't.

You just...

face it.

Head-on.

Let the feelings come...

when you're ready.

♪ It's too late... ♪

Hmm. Well,

that was... an interesting afternoon.

And you thought Tulsa was boring.

Hey, the loot.

♪ It's too late... ♪

We'll split it up next time I see you.

- Make sure you don't chisel me. - Who, me?

I'm a Boy Scout, you know that.

Fucking Goodie.

Now, listen, it's a good idea

Dwight doesn't hear anything about this.

On one condition.

Get me some more of that bourbon.

Oh. All right.

Tragedy was averted this evening at the Kitty Kat Klub

in downtown Tulsa, where police say

that more than 40 people had a serious reaction

to what may have been tainted ecstasy.

The pills in question were all laced with a heavy sedative,

and all seem to have come from the same supplier.

Police have identified

this club patron as a person of interest...

Authorities are asking for the public's help.

That's him.

If you've seen this man or know who he is...

Then he better hope the coppers find him before I do.

♪ slow, ominous music ♪

Hey, it's me.

We're about to take off.

Anyway, I just wanted to hear your voice before I go.

And I know

I don't say it nearly enough, but...

I love you, Dwight.

I do.

Thank you...

...for making me the happiest woman in Tulsa.

See you soon.

♪ slow, gentle guitar music ♪