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I'm gonna need Oklahoma car registrations.

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

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

You making me an offer?

12.5% of the Montague bourbon profits.

25%. But I'm gonna send a man out there

to overlook my share.

To bygones being bygones.

Listen up, assholes!

Get the hands up!

Jewelry, guns, in this fucking bag!

You just got robbed by two swarthy Mediterraneans.

Dwight Manfredi is completely legitimate.

- How does he make his money? - Among other things,

he's the current owner of Montague Distillery.

Manfredi has a liquor license?

Revoke it.

Ecstasy, motherfucker. Where is it?

We took 20,000 pills off that motherfucker.

Twenty apiece, that's 400k.

Tragedy was averted this evening

at the Kitty Kat Klub,

- where police say that... - We out.

That's the dude who robbed me.

Then he better hope the coppers find him

before I do.

We are officially in business.

Wow. You said Tuesday, it's actually Tuesday.

What, did you think I was lying?

In my line of work, it pays to be a skeptic.

I say we toast to our success.

Here's to the 50.

May our pockets remain full, our troubles remain small

and our glasses remain

- overflowing. - Cheers.

Just so I know...

you got all these trucks going hither and yon.

Which one is my guy's truck?

It was the first one out.

It's headed straight to New York.

A symbolic tip of the hat.

But when does he get his 25%?

That's Dwight's department.

You had to remind me of my paltry 7.5 %?

Everybody gets what they negotiate.

Well, in that case,

what is it gonna take to get you back to my hotel?

- Whoa. - About a hundred more

of these, old man.

Keep leading with your chin, jocko.

What are you saying that to the girl for?

She didn't say no.

She almost threw up in her mouth.

What do you need?

I hear the trucks are rolling.

When do I see some cash?

In due time.

Be a little more specific.

I'll tell you what. When it's sold and not before.

- Is that specific enough? - Hey, look,

don't be a wise ass?

I'm busy here. I don't want to fuck around with this shit.

You know, well, we got that in fucking common, too,

'cause I'm busy.

I'm going now.

- You need some help? - No.

I got it.

- Hoo... - What happened?

You know, back in the joint, I got shanked in the back,

it hit a nerve, and every now and then,

- this leg acts up. - How long's it last?

I don't know, it varies, but it's...

Anyway, what's on your mind?

We got a problem.

They denied the insurance claim

- for Mitch's Auto City. - What?

They're the real organized crime.

That's the thing. It's not the insurance company.

This one's coming from the State Fire Marshal's office.

They cleared the claim two days ago,

now they just revoked it.

So, it just changed? Just like that, for no reason?

Look, I asked for answers, they wouldn't say shit.

Well, I wouldn't worry about it.

It's not the end of the world.

Dwight, it's a $3-million-dollar payout.

True, but 45 minutes ago,

the Montague 50 hit the road,

and that three million, pretty soon,

is gonna be pocket change.

"Pocket change."

Those white power fucks.

A fucking Timex?

I didn't even know they made these no more.

Yeah, it's like we hit a flophouse on the Bowery.

Oh, and, I call this.

What's that, one of them German guns?

It's a Luger. I used to see 'em on Hogan's Heroes.

Which means what, it's an 80-year-old piece of shit?

This is a classic weapon.

How about we do ten paces and turn?

Tell me how classic you think it is then.

You're missing the point.

You know Tommy Cassanata from Gerritsen Beach?

His father fought in the Pacific,

2nd Division Marines, Okinawa.

Comes home with this sword he took off this,

banzai asshole he killed hand to hand.

What's that got to do with some shitty old gun?

He sold that sword for enough to put Tommy through college.

I thought Tommy was a garbageman.

He was, but he could've went to college with that money.

That's the point.

Yeah, I'm gonna see what I can get for this.

Oh, what you can get for it?

And I, what, I get, Harry the Hobo's fucking timepiece?

I'll tell you what.

Let's flip for it.

- Got a quarter? - I believe I do.

- Call it. - Tails.

Heads.

That's why I don't gamble no more.

Oh, since when?

All right. Double or nothing.

Double what, you idiot? There's only one Luger.

My share of the cash and all this other shit.

Oh, you got to be kidding me.

I don't kid about shit like this.

You do realize you're a stone-cold

degenerate gambler, right?

I'm sorry, I didn't realize we were married.

Come on. Do it.

You know, you could get help for this.

Fuck help. I'm taking tails again.

Come on, do it.

Flip the fucking thing.

- Heads. - Fuck me!

I'll tell you what.

Keep the Timex, on me.

I'll take this...

equipment now.

I need you to move it.

Back up, okay?

- Okay, no problem. - Federal agents.

- Joanne Manfredi? - Can I help you?

Agent Winston with the Oklahoma.

Alcoholic Beverage Laws.

- Enforcement Commission. - Okay.

We're going to need to run some tests on your product.

Oh, no, hold on. We did this already,

soup to nuts, with you people.

You checked our financials,

ran a bunch of tests on our products.

Everything checked out.

Then this should be pretty routine.

Okay, well, why are you back so soon?

I just go where they tell me, ma'am.

Where who tells you?

My boss. They hand me a list of businesses,

some small, others not, I just go out and do...

- Your job. - Yes, ma'am.

- Right. - And the quicker

you let me do it, the quicker we'll be out of your hair.

These gentlemen are compliance officers.

They'll be running some tests while I review your books.

While that's happening, you'll need to continue

to cease all activity.

Meaning what, exactly?

Any and all business must be halted,

within the facility and without,

including the loading of those trucks outside.

Okay, I'm on a shipping schedule.

As I said before, ma'am...

You don't give a shit.

I'm paraphrasing, of course.

It's all just a formality.

Okay. Fine. Just do what you have to do.

Oh, okay. Well...

It's okay.

I think.

Tyson Clinton Mitchell.

No real record to speak of, but...

as far as criminal associates go,

he spends a lot of time in the company of this individual.

Who is he?

That's Dwight "the General" Manfredi.

You say that like it means something, mate.

It does to some people.

Well, not to me. So, who the fuck is he?

Former Mafia big shot out of New York.

Former.

I've heard of this guy, Dan.

- He's dangerous. - Shut your fucking gob.

On paper, he's pretty much a straight-up Tulsa businessman,

but he has done 25 years on a homicide charge.

Italian Mafia in Tulsa?

Am I supposed to be scared of something from fairy tales?

I'm just telling you what I know.

The kid, Tyson. You want him locked up?

I can plant a gun, some drugs.

I'll take it from here, Detective.

Always a pleasure.

100%, this Tyson Mitchell,

he's the bloke who robbed you and nicked me product?

No doubt. Zero.

When I was a nipper back in Hackney,

my boss told me a valuable thing.

He said, "You give a person one chance.

Never more."

This Tyson Mitchell?

He's had his fucking chance.

And I'll take care of him, I swear.

Another week, doctor says, and I'll be good to go.

How is that, then?

What do you mean?

You've already had your chance, too.

Beautiful day.

- When did that happen? - Fell down in the shower.

- Does it hurt much? - Yeah, a little bit. Little bit.

I'm sorry you're going through this.

No, listen, at least I got this nice cane

from Bigfoot, right?

Oh, excuse me.

- Sure. - Hey, Denny?

When you get a chance, can you check out

the door hinge on Stall 11?

Yes, ma'am. Come on, darling.

That's very nice. Who did that?

Me and some of the ranch hands.

I know I say this a lot, but...

I cannot thank you enough for this opportunity.

She believed in you.

She was a good judge of character.

Except for me, of course.

Come on. You know that's not true.

Yeah.

There's something I need to talk to you about.

What's wrong?

I caught one of the hands

double-bunking horses.

Double what? "Bunking"?

- What's that? - He's boarding extra animals...

charging rent,

but crowding them into the same stall.

- Oh, he's stealing? Oh. - Yeah, he's stealing.

He wouldn't have had the balls to do if Margaret was around.

- Right. - I want to get rid of him,

but I've never fired anyone.

Well, here's what I think about that.

You're not firing him, he's firing himself

because he's a damn thief.

But I don't want you to do anything alone.

I mean, I want you to have Mitch here,

because when you get rid of people like that,

they can act a little peculiar when you kick them out.

Okay?

I'm just gonna walk around for a while.

What we got here?

Oh, that's a nice piece. It's a Krieghoff.

Nice clean bore.

Look like all the parts are original.

And it's got a nice blued finish on it.

Nice piece.

Y'all got any paperwork on this?

What do you mean, like a bill of sale?

State law requires that I prove it's not stolen.

Stolen?

We look like crooks to you?

It was a gift from my grandfather.

He was a war hero.

He took it off some Nazi at Iwo Jima.

There weren't no Nazis in Iwo Jima.

He means the Battle of the Bulge.

Why don't y'all give me a second?

I got to take a closer look at this, all right?

Iwo Jima?

I was just trying to help.

You want to help? Wait in the car.

Right here is some military unit markings on this gun,

it could greatly increase the value of it,

but I need to check with my expert to confirm.

Well, how much we talking?

Oh, that's hard to say.

Why don't you just let me call my guy?

Look, I'm hoping to get a decent price

so I can help my son finish college.

Oh, yeah? Where's he go?

Haversham College of... University.

I don't, I don't think I ever heard of that one.

Where's it at?

In Haversham.

I'll tell you what. Here's my number.

You want to make an offer, give me a call.

I'll do that. Y'all have a good day.

"Haversham College of University."

Jesus Christ.

Dasika. These are for you.

May I help you?

That depends. You Lawrence Geigerman?

That depends. Who's asking?

Rick Hiddleston.

I'm with the Enforcement Division of the Oklahoma.

Medical Marijuana Association.

Enforcement...

Sorry, what exactly are you enforcing?

The immediate closure of this establishment.

Excuse you?

This is a cease and desist as ordered

by the executive director.

On what grounds? I run a very tight ship.

Well, unfortunately, that ship

has drifted too close to a middle school.

Yeah, I'm familiar with that statute.

The rule is 1,000 feet,

and I measured before I signed the lease here.

Your building to the adjacent school building?

Yes, and I used a laser for pinpoint accuracy.

We are exactly 1,190.3 feet away.

Well over the legal limit, Rick.

The measurement starts at the property line,

not building to building.

Fuck. I'm calling my attorneys.

All of them? Gee whiz.

In the meantime, congratulations.

As far as the law's concerned, you just went from being

a businessman to a drug dealer.

You know this is bullshit.

So you say, but all of this has to go.

You can't touch my product.

That's correct. They can.

Attention, everyone,

this establishment is now closed.

Please leave immediately.

Hello, mate.

That looks good, man.

What flavor?

It's the best butter pecan this side of Pakistan.

Not bad for a last meal.

What? Oh.

- Run, run! - Go, go, go!

"R-N-T-6-3-84."

Who are you, motherfucker?

What the hell is going on?

This place looks like a ghost town.

Where the fuck is everybody?

We just got shut down.

- Shut down? - Court order, state of Oklahoma.

They pulled our gaming and liquor licenses.

They can't do that. This is Indian property.

That's what I said. They said we obtained our license

fraudulently through Jimmy "the Creek."

And this just came out of nowhere?

- Yeah. - This is not the way

the law works. This is all wrong.

Some judge just can't write an injunction.

Dwight.

- We got to talk. - Listen, not right now.

We got enough serious problems right here.

Some half-assed judge just shut this joint down.

Yeah, it's about to get a fuck of a lot worse.

What are you talking about?

Well, we just got tagged by OMMA.

What's OMMA?

The Oklahoma Medical Marijuana Association.

They just shut us down,

claiming that we're too close to a school.

You know, just pay the fine and let's move on.

Unfortunately, they already cleared us out,

our entire inventory, including the safe.

As of right now, Even Higher Plane doesn't exist.

What the fuck is going on?

In one day, one, everything I own is gone.

Gone. Why?

First of all, the cane is a hell of an affectation.

I use the cane because I have a bad leg.

- Sorry to hear it. - Sure you are.

Anyway, it sounds like someone at the state's government

- has a serious hard-on for you. - But why?

- What can you do about it? - Me?

- Yeah. - I'm a fed.

Granted, a more highly placed one than last year.

What's that supposed to mean?

I got a promotion. Better budget, more responsibility.

Yeah, and more power, because of the information

I fucking gave you.

Now I need you to do something

and use that juice

to straighten this bullshit out.

It doesn't work that way here. They take their

"states' rights" thing really seriously.

It sounds to me like it's coming from somebody at the top.

At the top? Who? Like...

Not the new governor?

Could be. You have a run-in with her?

No. Run-in? Nothing. Nothing.

Well, either way, if I were you, I'd lawyer up and fast.

They got their own RICO laws.

If they decide to establish a pattern of criminal activity,

your head will be mounted on the trophy room wall

at the state house faster than you can say, "What the fuck?"

I need you to get me something on this governor.

I don't work for you.

We did some bad shit together.

We're in bed together.

Now, I need you to get me something on this woman.

I can tell you she has a very clean reputation.

Now, every politician that I've ever personally known

always has some private moment they never want exposed.

It's a dirty business.

You know that. I know that.

And everyone gets a little... stained.

We built something here.

It's not going anywhere.

You're lucky as shit it's your job you're losing,

not your damn hand.

I don't want to see you

around here again.

Well, we won't be seeing him anymore.

Thanks, Mitch.

My pleasure.

Ain't been out here in a good while.

Nice to have a little dirt under my heels.

I felt the same thing when I came back.

Oh, yeah?

Who is this beautiful boy?

Name's Curule.

He's been here a while now.

That is no run-of-the-mill oat eater.

Belongs to some rich old guy

who bought his daughter a racehorse

for a wedding present seven months ago,

but she's already divorced.

- They racing him? - Nope, and the daughter

hasn't even been out to visit.

So, you're telling me they put a two-year-old thoroughbred

out to pasture?

Poor thing's itching to run.

Mind if I take him for a spin?

He'd love that.

Point me where the saddles are.

Let's go for a ride?

Ms. Manfredi.

- Well? - Good news and bad news.

Good news is, your books are solid.

Kudos to your accountant.

Yeah, I do the accounting.

Well, kudos, as I said.

What's the bad news?

The rivets on the barrels that hold your bourbon

show evidence of lead.

"Evidence of lead"?

- What does that mean, exactly? - It means they contain lead.

Well, sure, those barrels are over 50 years old.

Yes, and in that time, it's possible some lead

seeped into the wood and then into the bourbon itself.

Your agency ran all those tests already

and approved that bourbon for sale.

I'm aware of that,

and I've been charged with testing again.

What is this, a witch hunt?

Don't be so hard on yourself.

We'll have the test results in the morning.

What is that, a mirage?

Tyson, where have you been?

I've been laying low, boss.

To be honest, I was shot at.

- What? - I traced his license plate,

and it's an ecstasy dealer named English Dan.

I think I know the answer, but I'm hoping that I'm wrong.

Why did he take a shot at you?

I robbed a guy and, stole his product.

Jesus Christ.

Actually, we both robbed his guy.

I-I stole the shit and sold the shit,

but turns out, it was cut with some of the sleepy-time stuff.

- I don't know. - T-This the stuff on the news?

- That strip club? - What'd I tell you?

No drugs.

- That's right! - But this ain't even what

the streets consider to be real drugs, boss.

And-and Goodie only came for my protection.

Now you're both deeper in this shit?

What if that crap had been laced with fentanyl?

This would be a multiple murder charge,

- you know that? - Boss, I am so, so...

Sorry?

That word in this situation

means nothing.

Tyson, action means something.

Do you know where this guy is?

I don't know. I haven't seen him.

Okay, all right, I want you both to go out and find him

and take care of him before he becomes

a bigger problem than he already is.

Understood.

Hey, Joanne. How are you?

Oh, my God, Dwight.

What's the matter? What's wrong?

I'm freaking the fuck out over here.

Yeah, I can hear that. What happened?

They're shutting us down.

They're pulling the 50 off the trucks.

Who is? What are you talking about?

I don't... Whatever the fuck, they're the assholes

that ran the tests yesterday.

The fucking Alcohol Bureau, whatever the fuck

- they're called. - Oklahoma Alcoholic.

Beverage Laws Enforcement Commission.

All right, fuck you.

Joanne, who are you talking to?

The fucking girl from the agency.

"Girl"?

Hold on, Dwight. Listen, get the fuck out of my face

before I put my foot up your ass.

I'll be outside.

They're saying there's lead in the bourbon.

They're stopping the trucks and prohibiting any sales.

Okay, listen to me. I want you to calm down.

Well, how am I supposed to calm down?

There's, like, $150 million dollars' worth of booze.

All right, I'll call you right back. Pull the car around.

- Where we going? - We're going to see

that fucking governor.

Looks harmless, doesn't she?

Mr. Manfredi.

I'm Maya Gordon, Governor Clark's chief of staff.

How can I help you?

Well, like I told the receptionist,

I need to see the governor.

And what would be the nature of that meeting?

The nature is, why is she trying to ruin my life?

Oh, wow.

Ruin your life?

That's right. I need to see her.

Well, there is a protocol for requesting a meeting.

You'll find a form on the governor's website.

"Maya," is it?

Nice name.

Kind of rhymes with "liar."

I need to see the governor now.

It's very important, Maya.

I'm afraid that's not possible.

Why not?

Because she will not see you without an appointment.

Now, I politely request that you gentlemen leave,

or I'll be forced to call security.

Don't want to do that.

How about I just wait outside? How's that?

Well, that won't do you any good, Mr. Manfredi.

The governor goes straight from here

to the Wranglers of Hope fundraiser.

Thank you for your help.

Well, you're so very welcome.

Maya.

I was being sarcastic.

So was I.

Mitch.

This is Lyle Catherwood.

- He owns Curule. - Mr. Catherwood.

Pleasure. Thanks for coming down.

Well, Spencer says you want to talk. What can I do for you?

I know you're a busy man, so I'll cut to the chase.

I'd like to make an offer to buy old Curule down there.

I ain't never seen a horse stand so proud.

Because he's more than just a horse.

He's bloodline. Legacy.

Folks will pay more than most people make

in five winters for his foal alone.

Well, I ain't a rich man,

but what I do have is an abiding love for horses.

- Love don't pay the bills, son. - That is true,

but it will help him fulfill his potential.

I bought him for my daughter.

Thought it would give her a purpose.

Turns out, she's more interested in shopping.

I tell you what,

you give him to me at a fair price...

I'll make sure he has the life he's intended to have.

You gonna race him?

That's the plan.

Give me ten percent of his winnings,

and he's yours.

What if he don't win?

Then I just made a shitty deal.

Pleasure to meet you. Thank you, Spencer.

This fucking governor.

She shut down one business after another.

And you had no idea any of this shit was happening?

No. As a matter of fact,

I've been reduced to almost nothing.

- Jesus. - Absolutely nothing.

I got to figure out how to save this place.

I don't know. What are you gonna figure out?

This-this woman's out to bury you.

I-I took a hit on this, too, Dwight,

- but I got other shit going on... - What, do you want me

to cry for you?

Maybe you want a loan.

- A loan, from you? - To hold you over.

All right, what's the vig?

I don't know, the vig is, what is it?

50 points per week? I mean...

Listen, you're a great earner. What are you worried about?

I'm closed down one day, and a fucking hyena shows up.

Oh, I'm a hyena 'cause I offer you a loan?

- You're a hyena. - Okay.

If I was drowning, you'd throw me a cinder block.

Don't take the loan.

I got to get a face-to-face with this governor.

Good evening, friends.

It is my honor and privilege to stand here tonight

among the cowboys and cowgirls

and the rest of the bighearted folks

who embody the true spirit of the great state of Oklahoma.

We gather this evening not just for a cause... for a calling.

A calling to care.

Now, we all know that cowboys are known for their grit...

$10,000 a plate to listen to some canned speech?

I'd give 20,000 if she'd shut her pie hole.

Amen to that.

It's the bigness of their hearts.

And tonight, those hearts are on full display.

The Wranglers of Hope Foundation

reminds us that even the toughest trail hand

can make the gentlest difference in a child's life.

And tonight, we honor our biggest benefactor,

the chairman of Echelon Harvest Technologies,

Mr. Bradley Van Heusen.

What the fuck is Echelon Harvest?

Convoluted AI data farming.

- English. - They gather information

to create more sophisticated Internet search engines.

Like Google?

But Googlier.

"Googlier"? Wise guy.

"The business of America is business."

And that's the business of Oklahoma.

Where would we be without our business people,

the job creators,

the men and the women who get up every morning...

Then why are you shutting me down?

Excuse me?

Ladies and gentlemen,

my name is Dwight Manfredi.

I am a chairman of Friedman Enterprises and,

for some reason,

this woman is trying to get rid of me,

doesn't like me, has a little thing against me,

and wants to shut down all my legal businesses

with no provocation whatsoever.

Mr. Manfredi, this is neither the time nor the place.

Right.

This afternoon at your office was the time and place,

but you wouldn't see me.

You just can't

cut off a person's ability to earn a living.

Security, can we please deal with this, please?

Oh, here we go. Here we go.

$70,000 I spent to be here tonight,

so I'm going to speak my mind.

Guys, reconsider,

really, this is a health tip.

As I was saying,

without provocation,

you shut down not one,

but three legal businesses,

causing my employees here

to be without an honest job.

- Why? - With cause,

ladies and gentlemen.

- With cause. - Fake cause

that you cooked up,

and you know it, Governor. Come on.

Ladies and gentlemen, this man

is a blight on the great state of Oklahoma.

He is a felon.

I don't know

which is worse... "blight" or "felon."

An ex-felon, everyone, who paid his debt to society,

and I'm now a law-abiding citizen.

I don't know what you've got against me,

and it really doesn't matter,

but you better be as clean as you pretend to be,

because now...

now you have my full

and undivided attention,

Governor.

Sorry, everyone. Enjoy the dessert.

Let's go, guys.

That him?

No doubt.

You sure you got this?

Motherfucker tried to pop me.

I ain't losing sleep over this.

All right. Make sure you catch him

the second he hits the street.

And here, use this.

- The fuck is this? - It's a Luger,

German, World War II.

Thing's so old, the bullets are untraceable.

I like it.

Looks like he's wrapping up.

It's a shitty last meal, bitch.

We're gonna get it back.

Hello.

Howdy. Is this Mr. Johnson?

Yes, it is.

Hey, this is Mark Braddock from Cash Corner Pawn Shop.

You were in here the other day with a Luger.

Right, yes.

Yeah, well, I got some good news for you.

I did my research.

That particular make and model is exceedingly rare.

If you're interested,

I can offer you $18,000 cash.

Well, to be honest, I do have some other interest.

Could you make it 22?

How about 20 even?

Done. I'll be there within an hour.

All right, I'll have your money waiting on you.

Yo. I was just calling you.

- Sup, man? - The Luger.

- I need it back. - Wha-What you mean?

Did I stutter? I need it back. Where is it?

- I left it. - Left it where?

I left it outside the gym.

What? Why?

So they wouldn't find that shit on me.

That gun is worth a fortune.

And you just left it there.

Goddamn it.

Fuck.

As you can see from the order, effective immediately,

the state has agreed to subsidize up to 70%

of Echelon Harvest's water and electricity

at a site to be agreed upon in the future.

And the potential zoning issues?

I'll make sure there are none.

Lively dinner last night.

Sorry about that outburst.

This Manfredi, who is he exactly?

Just some thug out of New York.

He was attached at the hip with Thresher.

You see him being a problem?

I see him returning to New York City

very soon.

Good.

Oh, is this guy a vampire?

Yeah.

You're up late, Ray.

So, Bevilaqua tells me you lost the liquor deal.

Bevilaqua told you.

Yeah, he seems to talk to you a lot.

Is it true?

About what?

Oh, don't act stupid.

That's the last thing I am, Ray, is stupid.

So what the hell is going on out there?

Well, the state liquor board came in,

they smashed everything, busted up all the barrels.

There's nothing left. That's what happened.

It's all gone? When am I gonna see some cash?

The 25%?

Is there something wrong with this phone, Ray?

There's nothing left. I said it's all gone.

You still owe me 25%.

25% of what?

25% of whatever the fuck you got

or whatever the fuck you're gonna get.

I get my piece first.

There is no "piece." It's all gone, Ray.

Listen to me.

I'm gonna get my money,

one way or the other.

Even if I have to send somebody out there to bust you up.

See, now you're crossing the line.

Listen to me.

I am not gonna sit back and just let this...

No, you listen to me!

Here's what I owe you...

nothing.

Zero!

And if you threaten me again, I swear to God,

I'm gonna find you,

and I'm gonna pull you apart

piece by fucking piece.

I promise you, on my mother's grave.