Original subtitles

This is the man who caused all the bloodletting.

[grunting]

I say good fucking riddance.

- Who is this beautiful boy? - [Spencer] Name's Curule.

You give him to me at a fair price,

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

[Bodhi] I mean, he's basically running

a counterfeit wine factory.

He mixes up cheap wine and then sells it

for $3,200 a bottle.

- So you're not gonna hurt me? - [Dwight] No.

We're gonna make you wealthy.

- Where you been, Bill? - I was driving home

from your house, and they literally

snatched me off the fucking street.

Something like that ever happen to you?

Hmm.

The state has agreed to subsidize

Echelon Harvest's water and electricity

at a site to be agreed upon in the future.

[Dwight] Where the fuck is everybody?

We just got shut down.

[Hiddleston] This establishment is now closed.

- [clamoring] - Please leave immediately.

[Dwight] I got to get

a face-to-face with this governor.

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

Now you have my full and undivided attention.

♪ somber music ♪

- [dog barking in distance] - [birds chirping]

[sighs]

- [reporter clamoring] - [reporter] Governor Clark,

what can you tell us about the outburst

at the fundraiser?

That was an unfortunate distraction for an event

meant to raise money for disadvantaged children.

Is it true that you're targeting Dwight Manfredi?

That's absurd.

What about his statement that you're shutting down

his businesses without cause?

You know, normally, I'd tell you to ask Mr. Manfredi,

but as a known felon, all you're gonna get are lies.

All of his businesses were in violation of state code,

and all have been subjected to our laws.

Has the mob come to Oklahoma?

You know, it may have come, but it sure as hell ain't staying.

No more questions.

[reporters clamoring]

[sighs] Manfredi is fucking done.

♪ percussive, upbeat music ♪

♪

♪

[Dwight] I keep thinking about...

this governor, who I've barely crossed her path,

why she has it out for me.

And by extension, the rest of us.

I can't believe I voted for that woman

for lieutenant governor.

You actually voted for her?

She seemed nice.

Why do you think she's doing all of this?

I don't know, Spencer, but I'm gonna find out.

That I promise.

There's got to be some dirt on her.

But we don't have time to go through her goddamn trash cans.

We barely have anything coming in, right?

On my end, nothing. Zero.

- We do have the ranch. - [Mitch] That is true,

- we do have that. - [Bodhi] Great.

If we don't mind eating oats and field mice,

we won't starve.

Oh, that's cheerful.

I've always planned on dark times,

because that's how life rolls.

You want to know what my favorite modern motto is?

Should we all take turns guessing? Tyson?

Hell no.

It's the Boy Scout motto.

- "Be prepared." - You were a fuckin' Boy Scout?

Where do you think I learned to become a criminal?

I live by that motto.

And because of that, we have enough to go through.

We are prepared.

I've set aside about 500 grand

for situations like this, and hopefully,

that's gonna be enough to carry us through

until we straighten this bullshit out.

Okay? Now, I don't expect miracles, I don't,

but I need you guys to go out and try to be creative.

We got to kick up now more than ever, guys.

School's out.

Yo, OG, you got a moment?

- Yeah. - You know I can be creative

- in other ways, too, right? - Like what?

Selling tainted ecstasy?

No, in different ways.

In a different way?

And what would that be?

[scoffs] You know what? It's not the right moment.

- It is a bad time. Yeah, later. - Yeah, I'm, uh... Yeah.

What the fuck are you doing here?

- What do you mean? - [Dwight] What do I mean?

My business with Ray is over.

- Well, he don't see it that way. - [Dwight] No?

I want you to listen up

because I'm gonna say this one time.

♪ tense music ♪

Ray is entitled to nothing.

That's a concept even you can follow, right?

And what am I supposed to do?

Go home, while you still have legs.

You're really gonna send me back there empty-handed?

[Dwight] You want something in your hands?

You should stop by the ranch

and scoop up some horse shit and take that back.

My gift.

This isn't gonna go down well.

I need a drink.

- [birds calling] - [distant chatter]

[Mitch] What happened to our boy?

He okay?

[Spencer] What do you mean?

Curule. Why's he so slow?

That's not Curule. That's Rubric.

Spitting image, no?

Unless you put 'em side by side.

Our boy has a very distinct blaze.

[Mitch] That white patch on his head.

I want to see his foal papers.

For what?

You'll see.

♪ upbeat music ♪

Mr. Timpone.

[Timpone] Buongiorno.

[speaking Italian]

Mr. Timpone.

- Call me Lenny. - [Bodhi] Lenny.

Are we at liberty to talk freely?

Talking's often how we lose our liberty.

Yes, we are in the age of surveillance.

Too many devices. The whole world's wired.

Yeah, well, lucky for you, I'm not a fed.

How can I help you?

It's actually I who will be helping you.

We are going to scale up

your fine wine operation.

Significantly.

"We"?

You, me, Mr. Manfredi.

- Sounds like you're telling me. - Good, you picked up on that.

Here's how this will go.

You are going to help blend varietals,

lending your exquisite palate

until we land on a suitable facsimile

for a very pricy red.

I will handle appearance-- label,

bottle, cork, et cetera.

You know how to make labels?

Zinc plates, lithographic stones,

high-quality paper stock.

I will do it like the founders.

Why do I get the feeling you're not talking about

John Adams and Ben Franklin?

Ignazio Lupo and the Clutch Hand.

The real OGs.

They drove the Treasury Department crazy

with their iron bank notes.

But we're making counterfeit wine labels,

not bank notes.

Either way, we're printing money.

You get set up. I'll be back later.

Arrivederci.

Arrivederci. Mamma mia.

[Dwight] Hey.

["Backroad" by Tom Rhodes playing quietly]

Go wait in the car.

[sighs]

Still using the cane, General?

I feel like putting that cane in your big mouth.

Who you talking to like that?

That fucking hillbilly Frankenstein?

What did you say?

[Dwight] Hey, relax.

The second my booze company starts

to go down, you go running to Ray

yelling about my problems?

[Bevilaqua] Your problem? Are you shitting me?

I took a bath on this deal, Dwight.

I invested in distribution and labor. I lost men.

You told that scumbag about Margaret.

That's the last thing in my life I wanted him to know about me.

You think he feels for my loss?

Seriously? Are you telling me what the fuck I can talk about?

And if your yokel moves on me,

I'm gonna put three bullets in his size-ten head.

- Go ahead, try me. - [Dwight] Relax, Bigfoot.

Why are you coming at me like this, Dwight?

[grunts]

Look, Dwight, I don't owe you or anybody any explanations.

Okay? Did I push the fact

that when I got snatched off the street and locked up

you said you didn't know anything about it?

Nothing at all?

That you weren't just a-a little bit curious

about where I was? Hmm?

That you were unaware that I just vanished

- like a fucking magic trick? - [snaps fingers]

I accepted it all.

And maybe I owe you an apology

for telling Ray about that horrible accident and your loss.

Okay?

And for what you've done in life, in our thing,

I give you all my respect.

So why did you call me?

[sighs]

I got a good idea.

What is it?

♪ You can take me down, take me down...♪

Racket Club? As in tennis?

Mm-mm. As in games of chance.

As in high stakes, as in food,

- as in booze, as in everything. - [Bevilaqua] Okay.

- Underground? - [Dwight] No.

Texas Hold'em. No limit.

What's the buy-in?

Hundred grand.

[Bevilaqua] Wow. You're not fucking around.

[Dwight] Mm-mm.

Where you opening this joint? Monte Carlo?

[Dwight laughs] No.

It's-it's a lot closer to home.

I'm thinking about using the distillery.

What do you think? You want to invest?

- I want in. I want to invest. - [Dwight] Good.

Y-You want a piece of the house?

[Bevilaqua] I'll put in 100k.

- [Dwight] Mm-hmm. - I'll give you another 200k,

- set the whole thing up myself. - [Dwight] Mm-hmm.

[Bevilaqua] This is a great idea.

This is a good investment.

This is safe. There's nothing like this.

You know, you could've started with Racket Club.

[chuckles]

It's great chatting with you. [chuckles]

[Dwight] See you later, Wild Bill.

[Tyson] Got a second?

At this particular moment,

I got all the time in the world for you, Tyson.

What is it?

Thing is, uh, what I wanted to talk to you about,

about, uh... being creative.

- Mm-hmm. Yeah. - [Tyson] I don't know,

it's, um, it's kind of stupid. Never mind.

If you don't tell me, I'm gonna have Bigfoot beat it out of you.

[Tyson] All right. Okay, all right.

Okay. Since I was a kid, um,

I-I had this dream about being a rapper.

You mean that chaotic shit you play on the radio

that makes me want to drive over a cliff? That one?

Exactly.

- Okay. - "Okay" what?

Okay, do it.

- Really? - [Dwight] Yeah.

Tyson, life is short. Trust me on that.

Life is very, very short, so just...

I'm gonna use a goofy word.

You got to follow your heart, pal.

Tyson, follow your heart.

[chuckles]

You always got the best advice, boss.

♪ intriguing music ♪

- [knock on door] - [door opens]

[Maya] Ma'am? You asked to see me?

It's come to my attention that Dwight Manfredi

owns something called the Fennario Ranch.

He inherited it when Thresher's communications director,

Margaret Devereaux, was killed alongside him

in that plane crash.

I'm sorry, I'm confused.

Manfredi and Devereaux were a couple.

[scoffs] I see.

Is there something you'd like me to do, ma'am?

Bradley Van Heusen has been scouting locations,

looking for his AI data farm.

Property records indicate

that the Fennario Ranch might be big enough.

Is it for sale?

[chuckles]

I'm not talking about buying it.

I'm talking about seizing it.

Eminent domain.

Based on what, ma'am?

Tell Attorney General Sackrider to figure it the fuck out.

[siren blaring nearby]

[Vince over phone] I'm telling you, Ray,

it's a fucking disaster.

The booze is gone, the-the casino's out of commission,

the weed store's closed, all of it.

[Quiet Ray] I told the son of a bitch

he should've left this shit with me.

All he's got left is the ranch.

He's got a ranch?

Well, the-the girl he was seeing, she left it to him.

What, in the will?

I don't know that she had a will.

She died intestate.

No. She died in the plane crash.

[sighs]

Yeah, a tragedy.

Right?

Look, you got to make him understand

that he needs to make these payments.

I did, Ray, but I'm telling you,

he's got nothing.

What, are you defending him now?

Never. I'm just saying,

- he's tapped out. - You don't think

he has anything stashed away out there somewhere?

- I guess. - You guess?

Listen to me, you better smarten the fuck up.

You know, when this guy was riding high,

he didn't give a fuck about me or anybody.

I had a sports book, he had a casino.

I had an after-hours joint, this guy was running

a distillery.

I had a chop shop, he had a goddamn car dealership.

I took Canarsie, he took Kansas City.

I understand.

I don't think you do.

But listen to me now,

don't come back without my fucking money.

Fuck!

[Tyson] All right, bud, are we rolling?

[Grace] Are we rolling?

[Bodhi] We are not...

rolling exactly.

What do you mean?

It means this isn't tape, this is digital,

so there's no moving parts you could be roll--

Yo, you know I can hear y'all, right?

You're fucking up the vibe, man.

Fucking up the vibe every fucking time.

- [Bodhi] Okay. - Damn.

I'll just go back to working my soundboard

and my computer like a good Jewish music manager.

Play the fucking beat, man.

- Goddamn it. - [Bodhi] Action.

Yo. Look. ♪ Seven ♪

♪ Six, two, 12-gauge, I'm hitting shit ♪

♪ Blood on my hands, wiping 'em off, want no witnesses ♪

♪ Huh, paint the city red, paint the city red ♪

♪ It's blood on my hands, paint the city red ♪

♪ Paint the city red, paint the city red ♪

- Okay. Cut. - ♪ Bloody red ♪

- ♪ Paint the city red ♪ - Cut. Cut. Cut it. Cut it.

- I-I was feeling it. - What?

Good, I'm glad the white girl was feeling it. Look,

uh, rap may not be my main genre,

but the rhymes were truculent.

Why do I need a thesaurus every time I talk to you?

Dictionary, not a thesaurus.

What the fuck does "truculent" mean, bro?

"Aggressive." If you did have a thesaurus,

it would say "oppositional."

Have you heard of A Tribe Called Quest,

Low End Theory? You heard that?

Yeah, I grew up on it. Pops used to play it.

It's a good album, right?

[Tyson] It's a great album.

This is nothing like that.

This is my story, bro.

It sounds like Floyd Mayweather's story.

It's like "Mama Said Knock You Out,"

but, you know, it's our generation.

Okay, so there's a bit of poetic license?

You really think Biggie and Pac was on the streets

selling all them drugs,

fucking all them girls, thugging like that?

[both] Yeah.

- A hundred percent. - [Tyson] For real?

- A hundo. No cap. - Don't say that.

But that's, that was the right... time to use it.

- Yeah, it was the right... - All right, you know what?

Let me get it again, run it back.

Okay.

♪ Yo, look ♪

♪ I'm a fly kid, I do fly things ♪

♪ Fiends know I keep 'em high like it's pipe dreams ♪

♪ Got a call from the boss with the right scheme ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm in they blood, get 'em high, no morphine ♪

♪ Ready and willing, ready and willing ♪

♪ Huh, making a killing, playing the villain ♪

♪ Okay, me, I see the beef kind of like low stakes ♪

♪ Before you talk to me, better have something to say ♪

♪ Thousand on my feet, uh-huh ♪

♪ Yeah, I said it's thousand on my feet as I walk ♪

♪ To the bank, onomatopoeia, I'm finna bang, bang ♪

♪ Ship done sailed, now I put 'em on a plane ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, I put 'em on a plane ♪

♪ Thirty on my watch ♪

♪ Huh, it's like 30 on my watch ♪

- You feel me, yeah? - [Grace laughing]

- That slaps. - [Grace] That's it.

- [Tyson] Yeah? - Yeah.

That's it.

Let me hear that, man. Come on.

Let's go. [laughs]

♪ dramatic music ♪

[horse nickers]

[Mitch] Pawnee Downs. The Sooner Stakes.

It's a race for two-year-olds.

[Dwight] Really? We're just about broke,

I'm on the verge of financial oblivion,

and you want me to what, fix the race, like...

What the fuck do I know about horse racing?

What I'm saying is we just so happen

to have acquired a two-year-old.

His name is Curule, and he's a rocket ship.

But here's the point.

Except for the white patch on his head,

he's the spitting image of a slow horse named Rubric,

who'd be lucky to go off at 20-to-1.

So you're gonna switch 'em, run a ringer?

You said get creative.

Creative? This is delusional.

The days of running a ringer are long gone.

We pull this off, we walk away with half a million.

Now, see, that's the kind of delusion I can live with.

For real.

Katie, can you bring out Rubric?

[Rubric nickers]

♪ upbeat, dramatic music ♪

[Goodie] Holy shit, they look like twins.

Indeed, they do. So, we airbrush him up a little bit,

we switch 'em up, we bet the long shot.

From Maine to Spain. Look, this all sounds great,

but even if this horse could win--

- Oh, he can. - [Goodie] How you gonna get him

past the horse identifier?

- Well, those guys... - The NTRA.

...check the horse's microchip and any significant markings

to make sure the right horse gets into the gate.

And all we need is a thoroughbred to win the race,

a criminal to get him to the post.

I got the criminal part covered.

[Dwight] Hmm.

Okay.

- Sounds like a plan. - [Goodie] Yeah.

You're a winner. [chuckles, sighs]

♪ bluesy music ♪

See you at the tracks.

[engine starts]

[Timpone] All right, all right.

So, check this shit out. Okay?

1993 Château Luneval.

This could sell at auction for up to $5,000 a bottle.

I think we're going for something more like

$500,000 a bottle.

[scoffs]

My friend, this racket is like a casino.

You build it on the nickel slots, not the high rollers.

Trading metaphors, uh, your new boss, Mr. Manfredi,

doesn't play small ball.

He swings for the fences.

- Baseball fan? - No.

I remember the '77 World Series.

- I wasn't born yet. - Neither was I.

I watched it on tape.

Game six, Reggie Jackson hits three home runs

on three consecutive pitches. Mr. October, right?

- Take your word for it. - Okay, well,

on the flip side, Reggie Jackson has also struck out

more than any other player in the history of the game,

which is all to say, wine-wise, let's just lay down a bunt.

I think I understand.

Okay, what we're looking for, right,

something fulsome.

Fleshy. Yeah?

It needs...

♪ intriguing music ♪

...a silky texture,

and that has everything to do with tannins.

How so?

Oh, that's a whole fucking chemistry class.

I love chemistry.

But I guess we'll put a pause on that.

So, we're trying to mimic, uh...

Hints of Havana.

You know, smoky, floral,

black currants.

Mangrove thicket.

Eartha Kitt?

- Classic cars? - [chuckles]

Now you're talking.

That's actually the kind buds talking.

[lighter clicks]

♪ "Only a Fool Wouldn't Cry" by Ronnie Rogers playing ♪

So why'd you drag me down here?

Couple things.

On the amazing news front, uh, thanks to the Navy,

the FAA now has the black box from Margaret's plane.

["Only a Fool Wouldn't Cry" continues over speakers]

And?

Well, it takes a while to analyze the data,

but I thought you'd want to know they have it.

Very good. Keep me posted.

Pause. There's more.

New York FBI wiretap

is picking up a lot of Quiet Ray mentioning you

in a not-so-favorable way.

Uh, you know, Quiet Ray's becoming this gossip queen.

Well, the "gossip queen" is none too pleased

about the liquor deal falling apart.

What am I supposed to do, cry a river?

Maybe keep the peace by placating him somehow?

Placate him?

You really know how to push my buttons.

How do you placate a stray cat

who comes to your door and you feed him once,

and you can't get rid of him,

and he keeps coming back and back?

Well, this cat has claws.

Witty.

What am I, a fucking mouse?

♪ intriguing music ♪

[Timpone] Nice.

[Bodhi] Mm-hmm.

[blows] Well, what do you think?

[laughs] Amazing.

[Bodhi] Would this fool you?

Better question is:

Will it fool the guy at the auction house?

One way to find out.

- [insects trilling] - [birds chirping]

[rooster crowing]

Is it safe?

[Spencer] Yeah. It's plant-based,

all-natural pigment, nothing toxic whatsoever.

Is it gonna stand up to the elements?

There could be dirt, mud being kicked up.

I thought the idea was for him

to get to the lead and stay there.

That's true. Shit happens.

- Like it was never there. - That's great.

Good job.

We got some war paint on you, buddy.

Huh? You ready to go to war?

[man] Excuse me.

Good afternoon.

I'm a Field District 3 representative

from the Department of Transportation.

You should clean up, just in case.

Howdy.

[man] You the property owner?

I'm Mitch Keller.

Owner's Mr. Manfredi.

Glenn Watkins.

- And you are? - Bradley Van Heusen.

This is my associate.

When you say Mr. Manfredi, is that Dwight Manfredi?

What can I do for you gentlemen?

Like I said, I'm with the Department of Transportation.

Are you guys fixing to run the Heartland Flyer

through this property or...

More like the information superhighway.

♪ tense music ♪

I'm not sure I follow.

[Watkins] In the public interest,

we've partnered with Mr. Van Heusen.

We will be dispatching a team of appraisers

and surveyors to this property to determine fair market value.

Fair market value for what?

[Watkins] Compensation.

We intend to acquire this land by eminent domain.

"We" who?

The state of Oklahoma.

When do you intend on doing this?

No time like the present.

- The fuck? Seriously? - [phone buzzing]

Hey, Mitch, our horse ready to run?

[Mitch over phone] Well, he is, but that's not why I'm calling.

Some government asshole was just here,

said he's taking the ranch.

What? What do you mean they think they're taking the ranch?

- Who? - The state.

Said something about eminent domain.

Eminent domain?

Listen, pal, that's the acquisition of private property

to turn it into something public.

What, are they gonna turn the ranch

into a fucking amusement park?

Seriously, what's going on?

I don't know, the surveyors are gonna be by here

in the morning with construction crews.

That can't happen.

Well, no, because construction crews

have earth movers, and there is some dark shit on this land,

if you catch my drift.

Yeah, I know. Listen. All right, I got this.

I'll get back to you. Okay?

[phone buzzes]

Yeah, boss?

- [Dwight over phone] Goodie. - What's up?

I need you to go tonight to the Fennario Ranch.

Bring somebody and a couple of shovels.

I need you to dig up the Chinese guy.

Aw, come on, he's gonna reek.

Get it done, okay?

Fuck me.

- Hey, Dwight. - What up, boss?

Yeah, yeah, living the dream.

Uh, you guys got something for me?

- A phone? - [Tyson] It ain't what it is.

It's what's on it.

- And what's on it? - Tyson's demo.

The rap song?

Come on, wait till you hear it. It's fire.

I know you're doing this out of respect, but seriously--

Come on, boss. You got ears, though, ain't you?

I do, and they bleed every time I hear that crap.

Look, seriously, I'm not your audience.

What do you care what I think? Who cares? No one cares.

The smart move, obviously,

is to go for some kids in your age group

and see what they think.

- He's got a point. - Man, I knew it was gonna be

- a waste of time. - [Dwight laughs]

Scram. [chuckles]

♪ elegant music ♪

Now, for the true test.

Deep garnet with the faintest amber at the rim.

The years whisper here.

Viscosity, perfect.

Like silk descending.

[sniffs deeply]

Black currant, truffle, cedar.

A hint of dried rose? No, crushed violets.

- Yep. - [Loucadoux] And beneath it,

the old earth of Pauillac.

Almost 35 years, and still it sings.

The tannins are supple, softened by patience.

And a finish that does not end.

This is not Château Luneval.

This is... memory bottled.

France herself distilled.

Well said.

How did you acquire this?

[Italian accent] From a...

from a pri-private collector.

Who wishes to remain anonymous.

Yes.

And how much of it do you have?

About 12 cases.

Well, actually, I-I believe it was more like 20.

No?

Twenty-three cases.

Twenty-three cases at 12 bottles per,

conservatively $5,500 a bottle,

less our commission,

you gentlemen would net roughly

$996,000 at auction.

Would that be suitable?

[coughing]

What my colleague is trying to say is yes.

Suitable.

Suitable.

[Dwight] All right, so listen up,

at the ninth race at Pawnee, the number two horse,

I need you to bet five grand.

You got that?

- Okay. - Don't say "okay."

I need you to repeat the wager back to me.

[mimicking Dwight] Ninth race at Pawnee, the two horse.

5,000 to win, duh.

- "Duh"? - [normal voice] Duh.

Is that fucking supposed to be me?

Really, you gonna break my balls at this time?

- I mean, seriously? - Oh, you know what?

Lighten up, big brother.

A little humor, a little levity.

This is a very serious situation.

I need your full attention. Is that frickin' possible?

Yes. I'm listening.

This is gonna turn into a murder in a second,

so listen up.

At three minutes to post time,

you bet another five grand.

At two minutes to post time,

another five, and at post time,

another five, and that adds up to... 20 grand.

Got it?

Oh, you want me to repeat all of that?

It wouldn't hurt, Joanne.

Well, I'm not going to.

Oh, my God.

You're breaking my fucking-- It-it's unbelievable.

Oh, you know what? I got it, Dwight. Relax.

You're the twisted sister of all twisted sisters.

You know that? I love you, but you're twisted.

I don't know... even know what that means.

Okay, do me a favor. You got to go?

I do got to go.

You got to go.

I got to go get ready.

♪ tense music ♪

Create a dossier on Dwight Manfredi.

[AI voice] Dwight David Manfredi,

born August 3, 1947,

is a former caporegime of the Invernizzi Crime Family

of Brooklyn, New York.

Nicknamed "The General,"

Manfredi has an extensive arrest record

and is widely feared and respected

in organized crime circles,

having served 25 years in various

federal penitentiaries for murder.

[announcer] Welcome to Pawnee Downs.

Check out the buffet at the turf club

and stay for the beautiful view of the track.

Betting windows are now open.

- [distant applause] - [indistinct announcement]

That's Rubric all right.

Let's go.

Saddle up, Marco.

Now all you got to do is win.

[chuckles softly]

You did a great damn job, Spencer.

You did a great job, too.

♪ "Hot Damn [feat. Method Man]" by Blimes playing ♪

[announcer 2] Attention, please.

There will be a brief delay at the start of race seven...

[laughing in song]

♪ Hot damn, you got goals to Japan ♪

♪ I want to be part of the plan ♪

♪ Nah, you should make your own moves ♪

♪ And I'm-a do what I do, all right, dude? Cool ♪

♪ Hot damn, you got goals to Japan ♪

♪ I want to be part of the plan ♪

♪ Nah, you should make your own moves ♪

♪ And I'm-a do what I do, all right, dude?♪

- ♪ Yeah ♪ - ♪ Cool ♪

♪ I never had a good Christmas ♪

♪ What is a Santa Claus? ♪

♪ Never on nobody gift list, can't understand...♪

[teller] Ma'am.

Ninth race, number two horse, 50,000 to win.

Did you say the number two horse?

Yes. 50,000 to win.

That's 20 right there.

♪ You should make your own moves ♪

♪ And I'm-a do what I do... ♪

And there's the other 30.

♪ Hot damn ♪

♪ I want to be part of the plan...♪

Thank you.

♪ And I'm-a do what I do, all right, dude? Cool ♪

[Goodie] I'm glad I caught you.

I thought you might've went back to New York.

I can't go back to New York.

Problem with the wife?

Quiet Ray.

Says not to come home without some money from Dwight.

You know that's not gonna happen, right?

Hence me still being in Tulsa, carrying a fucking shovel.

So you want to tell me what we're doing here?

Rapid extraction maneuver.

[insects trilling]

A body?

Some dead Triad fuck named Ming.

There's Chinese people out here?

It's Tulsa, Vince, not Mars.

Listen, I didn't come out here to get implicated

in some shit like this.

- I'm gonna have to opt out. - "Opt out"?

What do I look like, your fucking wireless provider?

This prick has got nothing to do with me.

Hey. You took an oath.

At least, I assume you took an oath.

- Of course I did. - Then what's the problem?

The smell.

I got a stomach that's weak.

So hold your breath.

You think I like doing this shit? Come on.

And you said we were going out for Chinese.

- [bugle playing] - [crowd cheering]

[race caller] Welcome to the 45th annual Sooner Stakes.

- [bell rings] - [race caller] And they're off.

♪ dramatic music ♪

See if you can find the horse racing channel on this.

Horse racing? I don't think I get horse racing.

You got 700 channels. It's got to be here somewhere.

[race caller over radio] On the outside, Terracotta Mama

is close as well, and in between horses, there goes Rubric!

Long-shot Drac in Black going up on the outside.

- [engine starts] - Moving into the turn,

Radio Rebelde goes up three wide.

♪ tense music ♪

[cheering and applause in distance]

And now Drac in Black comes splitting horses.

Rubric, Ganja Farmer and Haricot Vert

are stride-for-stride.

[cheering]

Laker's Dozen makes a move on the outside.

Rubric gets the rail run, and they're into the stretch.

Rubric has taken the lead.

As they arrive into the final furlong,

El Rey is coming after him.

They're coming down to the wire.

Come on, little faster.

As they race for the far turns...

Is that a cop?

...the pace has been set by Rubric.

[Dwight] What the hell is that?

[siren whooping]

[Bigfoot] I think we're being pulled over.

For what?

[siren whooping]

- [groans] - Let me go talk to this guy.

Yeah.

- [gunshots] - [grunting]

♪ intense music ♪

[race caller] Trying to stave off

a valiant push by Fast and Bulbous...

[tires squealing]

...belongs to Rubric, who will hold on to win...

- Where are you hit? - My fucking shoulder.

Let's get you fixed up.

[shovel digging]

That was the most disgusting thing I ever did.

And you used to eat dinner with Chickie.

Wiseass.

[panting]

We're gonna have to get some more dirt to refill this hole.

All right.

♪ "Bum Bum" by L.O.U.D. & Kali J playing ♪

[laughing in song]

♪ Got the bag, yeah, got the Cash App ♪

♪ Make it rain, huh, spending plastic ♪

♪ She gonna buy a Bent on a handstand ♪

♪ Feeling good, huh, fantastic ♪

♪ Ain't nobody out there do it like me ♪

- ♪ Like me, like me ♪ - ♪ D-Do it like me ♪

♪ Yeah, ain't nobody out there running these streets ♪

♪ These streets, these streets ♪

♪ R-Running these streets ♪

♪ Ain't nobody out there... ♪

Hey, he says he's gonna play it next.

I ain't never been this nervous before in my

- whole fucking life. Goddamn. - [laughs]

Well, that's what the tequila's for.

- Oh. Okay. - [chuckling]

All right, shit.

♪ Zig-a-zig-a-uh, zig-a-uh, yeah, uh, thanks ♪

♪ Zig-a-zig-a-uh, zig-a-uh... ♪

- Ah-ah-ah. - Oh, take it.

- [DJ] All right, party people! - [crowd cheering]

This is it.

Here goes something new for y'all.

[Tyson] ♪ Hundred eighty seconds and I'm taking it ♪

[hip-hop beat playing]

♪ What you know, what you know ♪

♪ Okay, okay, uh ♪

♪ Hundred eighty seconds and I'm taking it ♪

♪ Yeah, I got 30 on my watch ♪

♪ Take it up a notch, take it up a notch ♪

♪ Is you naughty or nice? Take it up a notch ♪

♪ Take it up a notch ♪

♪ I'm a fly kid, I do fly things ♪

♪ Fiends know I keep 'em high like it's pipe dreams ♪

♪ Got a call from the boss with the right scheme ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm in they blood, get 'em high like morphine ♪

♪ Ready and willing, ready and willing ♪

♪ Making a killing, playing the villain, okay...♪

[Tyson laughing] Oh, my God.

[Grace] Bro, they fucking love it.

♪ Before you talk to me, better have something to say ♪

♪ Thousand on my feet as I walk to the bank...♪

I think we may have something here.

♪ Ship done sailed, now I put 'em on a plane ♪

- ♪ Yeah, I got 30 on my watch ♪ - [squealing excitedly]

- [laughing] - ♪ Is you naughty or nice? ♪

♪ Take it up a notch, take it up a notch ♪

Hey, thanks, Elaine, for coming by.

Well, you said it was an emergency.

This is the patient?

I'm a veterinarian, Dwight. I work on horses.

- He's an animal, believe me. - [Elaine] What happened?

Well, we were robbed. He got shot.

We were gonna go to the hospital,

but cops start asking a lot of questions,

so I want to avoid that.

Only because Margaret was a friend.

Thank you.

♪ tense music ♪

[Elaine] I'll do my best, sir.

This actually is my first rodeo.

[Dwight] Is that a guitar string?

These are polypropylene sutures.

I can get you an NSAID plus a sedative.

- It's not necessary. - Can I get some vodka?

- I don't need it. - The vodka's for me.

Coming right up.

♪ intriguing music ♪

[Vince] How much more dirt?

[Goodie] One more wheelbarrow.

Oh, fuck.

- [Vince] What's the matter? - [Goodie] I hit something.

- [Vince] What is it? - [Goodie] Eh, probably a rock.

It's not a rock.

Is that a tooth?

Tooth?

What the fuck is that?

[door opens]

[Joanne] Ooh.

- Good evening. - Where the hell have you been?

The track.

Do you know they have a great turf club?

- Oh, turf club? - [chuckles]

- That's nice. - Yeah. Mm-hmm.

Would you happen to have the money?

The money?

Oh, come on, Joanne, please don't mess around.

Did you do what I asked?

Not exactly.

[sighs]

[laughs]

Twenty thousand at 12-to-1,

that's 240,000.

- So you did what I asked. - No.

No, not exactly.

What?

That is another

$360,000.

What?

I bet 30,000 of my own.

Why did you do that?

We were running on fumes, Dwight.

I'm taking my 30.

The rest is for you.

Thank you, Joanne.

Whatever.

- I'm tired. I'm going to bed. - No, wait, wait.

Before you go, I got to tell you something.

Tonight,

someone took a shot at me and Bigfoot.

They hit him in the shoulder, but he's good.

- Who shot at you? - I don't know,

but you got to be careful.

You're the one they shot at, Dwight.

You think it was Ray?

That's the obvious choice,

but I got my doubts.

Why?

Because if it was Ray,

I'd be dead.

♪ "About to Get Crazy" by Oh The Larceny playing ♪

- Duh. - Duh.

Okay. Well...

...good night.

♪ We're cranking up the lights now ♪

♪ So everyone can see ♪

♪ It's all happening right now ♪

♪ We're gonna make you believe ♪

♪ It's about to get crazy ♪

♪ It's about to go down ♪

♪ It's about to get crazy ♪

♪ It's gonna be loud ♪

♪ It's about to go down, down, down, down ♪

♪ We'll make the whole world hear us ♪

♪ So throw your hands up high ♪

♪ We're about to show you why they fear us ♪

♪ Here comes the battle cry ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa ♪

♪ Here comes the battle cry ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa ♪

♪ It's about to get crazy ♪

♪ It's about to go down ♪

♪ It's about to get ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa ♪

♪ It's about to get loud ♪

♪ It's gonna be loud ♪

♪ This is our house ♪

♪ We do what we wanna ♪

♪ We'll blow the roof up ♪

♪ Everybody's comin' ♪

♪ It's about to get crazy ♪

♪ It's about to go down ♪

♪ It's about to get ♪