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- ♪ dramatic music - [Wozniak] The kid,

Tyson. You want him locked up?

I'll take it from here, Detective.

Hello, mate.

[gunshot]

♪

You are going to help blend varietals,

lending your exquisite palate.

I will handle appearance: label, cork, bottle.

[Timpone] Will it fool the guy at the auction house?

[Bodhi] One way to find out.

This is memory bottled.

France herself, distilled.

We intend to acquire this land by eminent domain.

- "We" who? - The state of Oklahoma.

In the public interest,

we've partnered with Mr. Van Heusen.

[Mitch] Surveyors are gonna be by here

in the morning with construction crews

and there is some dark shit on this land.

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

[Goodie] I hit something.

What the fuck is that?

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

Let me go talk to this guy.

- [gunshots] - [glass shattering]

[tires screeching]

♪ "La Fornarina" by Christian Séguret playing ♪

[singing in Italian]

[Dwight grunts softly]

So why was I dreaming about New York last night?

Minestrone.

Like Mama used to make.

Mmm. What, for breakfast?

No, for later.

- [sighs] - Trying out old recipes.

Come on, taste.

[inhales] Oh, that brings me back.

- Here, come. Go ahead. - [sniffs] No, no, I can't.

I'm fasting.

- Fasting? - Yeah.

Just for a couple of days, you know?

No bread, no cheese, no meat, no nothing.

It's called a cleanse.

Well, what the hell for? You look great.

Nah. Brain fog.

After almost getting shot last night,

I got to stay more alert.

So fasting's gonna give you, what, uh, superpowers?

No, it sharpens your focus.

Why are you breaking my balls?

Christ did it. Christ fasted.

Oh. You're talking to the AI program again?

Yeah. I kind of like her.

[Joanne chuckles]

What's the big deal?

Did she tell you it was okay to have coffee?

I didn't ask her and I'm not gonna.

[doorbell rings]

[Joanne] Wild Bill.

Why is he here so early?

Why is he here at all?

[sighing]

[door opens]

[Bevilaqua] Jesus. There he is.

Christ, Dwight.

Never fucking ends.

Goodie called me, told me what happened.

I rushed right over.

- You all right? - Well, unfortunately,

I'm getting used to being shot at.

[Bevilaqua] No good, man.

No good. What about your yeti? How's he doing?

Bigfoot?

He's bent but he's not broken. He'll be here soon.

Son of a bitch. I'm telling you--

my opinion--

I think this bullet's got Quiet Ray's name all over it.

Why Ray?

Who else?

Who else wants you dead that bad?

Just the people that have met me.

- Eh. - Don't worry about that.

I'll find out who it is.

In the meantime, let's everybody get back to business.

I'm gonna go upstairs and change.

Let me know when Bigfoot's here.

Bill.

- Try the soup. - [Bevilaqua] Yeah.

Yeah.

♪ low, tense music ♪

♪ percussive, upbeat music ♪

♪

♪

[indistinct chatter]

[door opens]

[Clark exhales]

Mr. Van Heusen.

Amanda. Good morning.

I'm sorry. I don't know how they got in here.

I wasn't expecting you.

Friends don't need appointments, do they?

Well, friends shouldn't just stop by unannounced.

I was in the neighborhood.

At 8 a.m.?

Just myself and the governor,

if you wouldn't mind.

Tell the commissioner I'm running ten minutes behind.

[door closes]

What do you know about AI data centers, Governor?

I know that they need land, power, and a good tax incentive.

All of that, sure.

But what truly keeps AI alive is temperature control.

The reason you can't just build a data center anywhere

is because most land is thirsty.

And thirsty land can't sustain intelligence.

So how's the Fennario Ranch's water supply?

- Excellent. - Great.

We'll get started with the eminent domain decree.

About that...

I hadn't realized Dwight Manfredi owned that property.

- Is that an issue? - You tell me.

"Just some thug out of New York," I think you called him.

When in fact he has quite a history in the Mafia.

Including murder.

Which is why I'm going after him.

Forgive me if I'm mistaken,

but it seems you've already punished him quite a bit.

- [chuckles softly] - Is it wise

to rattle the cage when the lion inside is wounded?

The cage door is open.

So I'm gonna keep rattling it until the lion gets the message

and leaves.

♪ low, somber music ♪

[chuckles softly]

♪ "Island Spell" by Molly Lewis playing ♪

- [clinking] - [Timpone] Thirteen,

four... [mutters]

Only eight more cases to go.

You got to be fucking kidding me.

Hey. Hang in there, buddy. We got this.

Yeah. I'm a weed guy,

not a wine guy.

I don't know what the fuck I was thinking.

You were thinking, "We're gonna get rich."

- Mm-hmm. - Hey.

We should drink to that.

- Huh? - Are you serious?

I am never drinking wine again in my life.

No, no, no. Come on. This isn't wine.

This is liquid gold.

- [laughs] - Yeah.

Hey, what time did you tell the auction house for delivery?

Uh, I told him I'd call him before the end of the day.

[groans softly]

[exhales] Okay.

All right, we should get back to this.

Look, I just-- I need-- I-I just need a beat, okay?

I'm not used to working quite this hard.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. You-you relax.

I'm gonna start corking these bottles here.

[grunts]

So, uh...

So how'd you start working with Manfredi anyway?

Um...

...he came into my shop

and he made me an amazing offer

that I technically could not refuse.

[chuckles]

You know, you're wrong about that

"book being better than the movie" thing.

Movie is transcendent.

Book's kind of trashy.

Not for nothing.

Agree to disagree.

So, what, he offered to be partners?

Yeah.

In exchange for not killing me.

- Negotiating 101. - [chuckles]

- [grunts] - You know, to be fair,

before I ever met him, I was already a little crooked.

Oh, yeah?

- Yeah. - I guess I got a little...

larceny in my soul, too.

Runs in the family.

How so?

Well, my grandfather,

he did time for a gas station holdup.

And my mother's cousin, my Uncle Luca,

he lives in Piedmont, in Italy.

Part of the Camorra?

No. But you might say he's Camorra-adjacent.

Huh.

♪ We may never pass this way again... ♪

Where's your sling?

Sling? Why?

'Cause you were shot less than 12 hours ago?

I've had worse mosquito bites.

♪ Never chance to meet again... ♪

[sighs]

Have mine.

Not hungry?

Fasting.

♪ From the moment that your eyes ♪

- ♪ Met mine ♪ - [door opens]

♪ I could feel my heart beat twice... ♪

Sorry, friend.

We're closed.

♪ It was just as if I... ♪

Detective Wozniak.

Tulsa PD.

If this is about the shooting the other night,

I got no information.

I actually don't know what you're talking about,

Mr. Manfredi.

I'm here about a friend of yours.

♪ Were strangers... ♪

Tyson Mitchell.

Sorry, don't know him.

♪ Its new... ♪

- No. - [chuckles]

I'm sure you don't.

Maybe I should share why I'm here.

Mind if I sit?

Please do.

[clears throat]

In case you're wondering,

I'm not here on official police business.

What kind of business, then?

The same kind of business I had

with a guy named English Dan.

English Dan.

♪ We may never pass... ♪

I'm sure you don't know him, either.

Well, I don't do business with Dan anymore,

because the guy you don't know, Tyson Mitchell,

killed him.

And in doing so,

took a large portion of my income.

You following me?

I do.

So what kind of business did you have going on

with this English Dan character?

For three grand a week,

I provided him all the intel he needed from Tulsa PD.

Special work cost extra.

And what do you call special?

If I worked for you,

I'd be getting rid of that German Luger

that the guy you don't know, Tyson Mitchell, used

to fucking blow away my former employer.

You can do that?

Easy.

It's sitting in an evidence locker down at the precinct.

Soon it's gonna be tied back to your guy.

My guy?

[Wozniak] Your guy.

You want to get serious?

[exhales]

♪ Yesterday the two of us were strangers ♪

♪ Love is... ♪

Fifteen grand for the gun.

- Twenty. - Done.

And five more if you can find the shitbag

that took a shot at my friend here.

He's driving a black Crown Vic.

Tried to take me out about a block from here.

I could pull all the surveillance.

You don't think this is some kind of revenge bullshit

from your English Dan guy, right?

Anything's possible.

Now,

about that 20 grand for the Luger...

[chuckles] Good memory.

Get the money out of the safe, Bigfoot.

You can go with him.

♪ We may never pass this way again ♪

[Wozniak] You made a good deal, Mr. Manfredi.

We'll see.

♪ 180 seconds and I'm taking it ♪

♪ Uh ♪

♪ What you know, what you know? ♪

♪ Yeah, I got 30 on my watch ♪

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

♪ Is you naughty or nice? ♪ [chuckles]

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

♪ What's the plan, what's the plot, huh? ♪

♪ Huh, take it up a notch, take it up a notch ♪

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

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

- [laughs] - And... cut. [chuckling]

So how was that?

- How'd we do? - We are almost there.

[Tyson] Shit, we did it,

like, nine times already.

Do you know how many rappers are doing

the same thing you're doing?

You want attention, you got to set yourself apart.

Shit, my music already set me apart.

You saw 'em in the club. Had the whole thing jumping.

Yeah, that was at the club.

Online, you got to create content

that allows your viewers to get to know you,

not just hear you rapping but see you,

see what you're all about.

So how am I supposed to do that?

You need an image,

a mystique.

We need to show you as a badass, a baller.

Yeah. Money, cars,

clothes, girls. Yeah, I see.

- That's right. The finer things. - Okay. Okay.

We need to film you as the guy

that every other guy wants to be.

- Stone-cold gangster. - [chuckles softly]

- That's fucking right. - Yeah.

[Grace] Then I cut that together with footage of you rapping

and we post it to IG, SoundCloud, and TikTok.

That's fire right there. I'm--

Look, I see where you're going. I'm trusting you

- with this, all right? - Hey, don't overthink it.

The best content comes from intimacy with your viewers.

And intimacy is achieved by you just being yourself.

That's real. Wait, how intimate you talking, though?

I ain't about to be making no OnlyFans shit now.

Damn.

I was so ready for my OnlyFans plan with you.

- Crazy, girl. - [laughs]

♪ soft, gentle music ♪

[rooster crows in distance]

[Spencer] Hey, Mitch?

Uh-huh.

Goodie's here.

Says, uh, he dug something up and wants to show us.

Any idea what?

I'm really hoping it's not human remains.

[door opening]

[Mitch] What's up, fellas?

The other night,

we're out here, uh...

excavating.

- We found something. - Apparently,

Ming wasn't the only thing pushing up daisies.

- [Spencer] Oh, my God! - What the fuck is that?

This is a dinosaur skull.

I know it's a fucking dinosaur skull.

What kind is it?

Who am I, Fred Flintstone?

How the fuck do I know?

[Vince] I checked the interweb.

Francine could be worth a fucking fortune.

Who's Francine?

The dinosaur.

- I named her. - How do you know it's a girl?

She's got a smile like my sister-in-law.

What kind of dough are we talking here?

Could be a fortune. Especially if the rest of it's down there.

I say we start digging.

No, we can't do that.

We got to get a professional.

- How come? - Because we do not know

what the fuck we're doing.

Yeah, but we found it, didn't we?

By accident.

Mitch is right. We got to be smart about this.

First step...

...we don't tell Dwight. All right?

State's been sniffing around about seizing the land.

I-I don't want to rattle him more than necessary.

I'll do some research.

What kind of research?

I'll call the university and find a...

paleontologist.

- Good. - [Goodie] Well, do it quick,

'cause there's a fortune at stake.

Relax. Francine's been down there 70 million years.

Another couple of days ain't gonna make a difference.

♪ low, cool music ♪

Chess, the thinking man's game.

Ever play?

No.

A lot of guys play in the joint, right?

I do puzzles.

Puzzles?

Mm-hmm.

Sounds somewhat simpleminded.

Puzzles were invented about 2,500 years BC

to teach math and logic.

This game here

was invented about 2,000 years ago,

give or take.

So, what I say is

fuck chess.

Now, what about this new governor and this tech guy?

What's going on?

Well, it starts with Oklahoma

being one of 17 states that have separate elections

for governor and lieutenant governor.

And Van Heusen was a major donor

to both Thresher and Clark's campaigns.

Why give to both?

Well, Van Heusen maybe finds out Thresher's not thrilled

about his data farm and needs to find out if Clark would be.

Right, so he greases her palm and she goes to bat for him

with Governor Thresher. Is that the play?

Which we now know, sadly, was unnecessary.

♪ low, somber music ♪

Is she dirty?

She taking bribes?

Give me something.

Nothing we can confirm.

But I'll tell you this:

she is beholden to Van Heusen

for pretty much whatever he wants.

What he wants is the ranch that Margaret used to own.

Right.

Well, switching gears to Quiet Ray...

wiretaps in New York indicate

he's not mentioned you in days.

What, should I feel neglected?

Quite the opposite.

Before the shooting,

you were all he was talking about.

And since then, seems he's going out of his way

to not mention you as a way to avoid suspicion

he was behind it.

Listen, if this bum was innocent,

he wouldn't stop talking about it.

Nonstop.

That's my take on it as well.

Mm-hmm.

Well, whatever Quiet Ray says to you,

be careful.

Wouldn't trust that prick to water a cactus.

What was that?

What?

♪

[groans]

'Kay.

Now, that should do it.

[Timpone] Hey.

Perfect.

- Congratulations, brother. - Yeah.

Better be worth it.

Hey, one good night's sleep,

you'll forget about all the pain.

Yeah. Hey, you call the auction house?

Oh. Right. Oh, shit.

[phone buzzes]

Finally. There you are.

Hey. What did I say?

Just like I promised.

Mr. Timpone?

Is that you?

[whispers] The accent.

[Italian accent] Ah. Yes, yes.

It is me, Leonardo. I, uh...

I have a... [clears throat] how you say, a toad in my throat.

The Château Luneval, do you have it?

Of course. Uh...

All 23 cases.

Ready for delivery first thing tomorrow.

I have to say, the buzz has been off the charts,

especially among our wealthier clients.

- Really? Is that so? - Honestly,

the bidding should be as robust as the wine itself.

I wouldn't be surprised if it goes for more

than our original estimate.

Well, uh, that is music for my ears.

[chuckles] Shall we say 10 a.m. tomorrow?

Perfetto. Ci vediamo li. Ciao.

Ciao.

Ciao. Ciao.

[laughs]

[normal voice] Ciao, baby.

Let's get these loaded up. Come on.

♪ 180 seconds and I'm taking it ♪

♪ Uh ♪

♪ What you know, what you know? ♪

♪ Okay, okay, uh ♪

♪ 180 seconds and I'm taking it ♪

♪ Yeah, I got 30 on my watch ♪

- ♪ 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 ♪

♪ What's the plan, what's the plot? ♪

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

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

♪ 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... ♪

What the hell am I looking at?

Me blowing the fuck up.

- What you mean? - Yeah, you're blowing all right.

Hey, man, that's cold, brah.

I'm breaking your balls.

Break your own.

What you think about this, boss?

I'm not a critic, but I...

I think it's good.

Here's something you don't need to be a critic to understand:

numbers.

He has almost 308,000 followers.

That's less than six hours right there.

- [Goodie] That's a lot. - [Tyson] Crazy.

We posted this video this afternoon.

It already has half a million views

and over 300,000 likes.

Wow. Now, how do you plan on monetizing this?

[Tyson] Look, we find somebody who got

a little clout in the game to notice my shit,

help me take it up a notch.

He needs to get signed with a record label.

Now, you better make that happen soon.

On it.

- [chuckles] - [music stops]

[door opens]

Dennis...

"Goodie"...

Carangi.

Who wants to know?

Detective Wozniak,

Tulsa PD.

I'm gonna get another beer.

So, uh, why are you here, Detective?

'Cause this is yours.

I never saw that before in my life.

Relax. He's on the payroll.

[chuckles]

In that case, thank you.

Happy to be of service.

Got anything for me?

Nothing on the Crown Vic thus far.

But I did do a little digging.

- And? - Long shot

the hit on you had anything to do with English Dan.

Why so confident?

His crew's already dismantled.

And-- no bullshit--

most of 'em are happy he's dead.

See, that's why you treat your employees well.

I'll let you know if I hear anything good.

Yeah, do that.

[Bigfoot] So who's the next suspect?

That guy's boss.

Look, if Ray was behind it,

I can tell you one thing--

Vince was in the dark.

He's too dopey to keep a secret.

- Oh. I'm not deaf. - Well,

if you're not deaf, hear this:

go pack your bag. You, too.

Where we going?

New York.

I got to look Ray in the eyes.

♪ cool guitar music ♪

[birds chirping]

[Mitch] So, what's the verdict?

[Spencer] Is it a T. rex?

Not in Oklahoma.

It's an Acrocanthosaurus.

- A who? - Acrocanthosaurus.

And the good news is

it's real.

People really fake dinosaur skulls?

Oh, where there's money to be made, people make

fake everything.

I heard of a guy once who made fake wine.

You hear that? That's bone mineralization so dense

it'll stop a pickup truck.

And here, the orbital ridge...

Looks a little weird.

[Henstock] Yeah, well, weird is

where the money lives.

And then here...

That's a healed gouge mark on the lacrimal bone,

likely from an attack by another Acro.

Holy shit.

Yeah. Territorial combat.

Textbook ego problem.

Authentic.

Complete to almost 82%.

Distinctive pathological bite marks.

I'd say that this is probably the best Acro skull found

in Oklahoma in a generation.

- Any idea what it's worth? - If it were fragmentary,

I'd say maybe 100 grand.

But with its pathology and its completeness,

the provenance...

I think you guys are looking at the seven-figure range.

[chuckles softly] A million dollars?

- Yeah, give or take. - [Mitch] Wow.

Thank you very much, Doctor.

Mm-hmm.

Welcome back to the sunlight, old hunter.

[rooster crows in distance]

- [chuckling] - Can you fucking believe it?

We should totally celebrate.

[chuckles] Well, we absolutely should.

What'd you have in mind?

I don't know.

Maybe you can take me out to dinner.

Dinner?

Uh...

Like dinner-dinner?

[stammering]

Is there any other kind?

Well...

...you know what I mean. Like, uh,

dinner, like someplace nice dinner?

Well, that's up to you.

♪ soft, gentle music ♪

Dinner it is.

♪

[chuckles softly]

[phone buzzing]

[quietly] Oh, shit.

Sorry.

It's Dwight.

[chuckling softly]

Hold on.

Dwight, what's up?

Hey, Mitch.

Is Spencer with you?

Uh, Spencer. I don't know.

- Let me check. - [chuckling softly]

Hold on. I'm looking.

I'm looking.

- I see her. - Oh, good.

Listen, you two get down to the Buck

as fast as possible, okay?

Roger that.

Great.

[Mitch sighs]

- [chuckling] - [Dwight] So, this wine pro

that's in charge of the wine auction,

he says our bottle could go for...

$5,500. Is that true?

Yeah, well, that was at first.

Now he's saying there's a buzz.

Should go for even higher.

[Timpone] Apparently,

his wine snob clients are chomping at the bit.

- Really? - "Chomping."

You know, the original expression is "champing

at the bit." But now they say "chomping."

Wise guy.

You sure about that?

She runs a horse ranch.

[Dwight] Okay, listen, I got to take off

pretty soon. I got a plane to catch.

But this bidding could go very, very high.

Who knows?

The main thing is don't lose this.

We need this money desperately.

You got that?

Okay, Joanne,

it's all yours.

Ciao.

♪ low, cool music ♪

[Grace] So what do you need us to do?

To instigate a bidding war.

- How we supposed to do that? - Well, first off,

I need you all to dress up.

You need to look like money.

These are millionaires,

not your typical Tulsa crowd.

They screen the bidders.

How are we supposed to get in?

[Bodhi] I mean,

we just forged over a million dollars in wine.

If we can't whip up a few fake invites and bidding credentials,

we are already fucked.

- Good point. - [Joanne] Right. Okay,

so you're gonna sit separately,

act like you don't even know each other.

When the bidding starts,

keep it going.

[Bodhi] But don't get greedy.

Once we get to around $6,000,

pull back.

Let a legitimate bidder take over.

- Sounds like a plan. - [Bodhi] Yep. 7 p.m.

La Cave Imaginaire Wine Auctioneers.

Buckle up.

[Tyson] Hey.

Make sure your phone's juiced up tonight, all right?

How come?

I'm a baller, right?

- That's what they say. - All right, so we gonna

live stream me bidding on vintage wine.

We gonna repost it later on with the other videos.

That's a great idea.

Snoop, Thug, Rick Ross--

- they all into wine. - Mm-hmm.

And game recognizes game.

Girl, you know it. Let's do it.

Mm-hmm.

Yep, yep. Right now.

Oh, my God.

This is amazing.

I forgot what real pizza tastes like.

The New York water's the key.

Makes the dough more, uh, you know...

Oh.

I'm sorry.

- You're fasting. I forgot. - Right.

But, you know, the brain does need food to work.

Then you should have a couple more slices.

Very funny.

It's all set.

One hour, you and Ray,

Our Lady of Mount Carmel Church.

Okay. Soon as we're done, we go right to the airport.

What happened? Something wrong with the hotel?

I like sleeping in my own bed, okay?

I see this place got a "B" rating for health.

Would you happen to have a washroom in there?

It's down the hall. In the back.

Why don't you go freshen up?

I want to talk to Goodie in private.

I'm fresh.

You'll be unconscious also.

In my own fucking joint.

This thing with Ray...

...I have no idea what I'm walking into,

so I need you to be very sharp, okay?

You really think he'd try to whack you in the church?

Without a doubt.

He's got that fucking psycho Turco working with him.

That maniac wouldn't hesitate. That much I know.

Right. So you'll be across the street.

Stay sharp.

- Okay? - Of course. [sniffs]

[sighs]

Now, come on. Go on.

Take a slice. One bite.

No.

Hey, we could die tonight.

And this would be the perfect last meal.

♪ low, somber music ♪

[bell tolling]

[door opens]

- [door closes] - [footsteps approaching]

[sighs]

♪

What's with the cane?

Just, uh, old injuries flaring up.

Well, some of us fall apart sooner than others.

You think I'm slowing down?

Yeah. Sure as hell looks that way.

- [Dwight grunts softly] - So why the church?

What are you looking for, huh?

What's the word? Um...

- Blessing? - No, no.

You know the word.

Redemption?

Redemption. Yeah.

Nothing like an old gangster trying to get into heaven.

[Dwight chuckles softly]

I think you're a little late for that.

'Cause you know we both got reservations in hell.

Ray, you got to speak for yourself.

I always do.

You know,

faith is unknowable.

That's why they call it "faith."

It's like struggling in the dark,

lost.

But sometimes you're found.

You think I'm lost?

We both are.

Why the hell did we ever become a gangster?

Hmm?

We have a terrible death, or either you rot

in a cold, clammy cell like I almost did.

Why would anyone pick that?

When you look around at something like this?

This church means everything to people.

You and me, you know what we mean to people?

Nothing.

You're fucking falling apart.

- You know that? - [groans]

I love this life.

And none of that shit you just said

is ever gonna happen to me anyway.

You're invincible?

In my mind? Pretty damn close.

You know, it's funny.

The weaker people get,

the more they want to hang out in joints like this.

Let's forget this "faith" shit for now, all right?

I need to know if me and you are good.

That depends. Are you trying to kill me?

- Not lately. - Well,

you've been very vocal about wanting me dead.

We've both said some things.

You know, when I get mad,

I get a little crazy, I go off.

But then I go by myself somewhere, I sit down

and I start thinking...

...and then I get calm.

What are you thinking about, Ray?

Well...

...that you're worthless to me dead.

♪ eerie, tense music ♪

And now with this new governor?

You're worthless to me alive.

I'm not ready to fold.

I'm going to get it all back.

Oh, I know you will.

You're a survivor, right?

You'll figure something out.

I got irons in the fire.

You better have.

You like to threaten, don't you?

Yeah.

I do.

Even in a church.

A church, to me,

is just a bunch of bricks.

["Eine kleine Nachtmusik" by Mozart playing]

[excited chatter]

Everyone to your seats, please.

The auction will begin momentarily.

[camera shutter clicks]

♪ slow, suspenseful music ♪

Hey, do not bid more than $7,500.

[indistinct chatter]

♪

You know, you're not who you were.

Don't make that mistake.

[Quiet Ray] You were a hard man once,

but not now. I mean, you come here,

it's like you're begging not to be hurt.

I came here to talk some common sense into your head.

You came here to beg me to leave you alone,

and that is never going to happen.

- Get down! - Ray!

♪ fast, tense music ♪

[Quiet Ray] What the fuck?

- Were you hit? - No.

- Twice? Twice? - [siren wailing]

I'll bury you in this motherfucking church!

[Turco] Come on, Ray.

We better go. Come on, or we'll wind up

in a fucking paddy wagon! Let's go!

♪ dark, tense music ♪

- Recognize the shooter? - No.

[tires screech]

[sirens approaching]

[announcer] Ladies and gentlemen,

please return to your seats

for the final lot of the evening.

Next up, the moment you've waited for.

Dare I say, the reason you're all here.

Lot number eight.

Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to leave the realm

of "nice to have"

and enter the rare air of "once in a lifetime."

- [chuckles nervously] - Mm-hmm.

[Loucadoux] Presented tonight

in one magnificent lot of 23 cases,

what many consider to be one of the finest vintages

of the late 20th century,

- the Château Luneval. - [impressed murmurs]

It comes directly to us from the cellar

of a private collector, where it has rested undisturbed

for over 30 years.

Perfect provenance, meticulous storage,

and as you can see,

an immaculate label, intact capsule

and just a whisper of ullage.

For the collectors in the room,

and I know you're here...

[soft laughter]

...this is not just wine.

This is history in a glass.

- This guy's good. - We have strong interest

- already, as you'd expect. - They're eating this shit up.

- Mm-hmm. - Oh, yeah.

[Loucadoux] We'll open the bidding at $3,000 per bottle.

Do I hear 3,000?

$3,000 from the gentleman in the front. Do I hear 3,100?

3,100 from the lovely lady.

Do I hear 32?

3,200 from the handsome gentleman on the right.

Do I hear 33?

Thirty-three?

Five grand, sir.

- [people gasping] - [Loucadoux] Well,

- that escalated quickly. - Okay.

[Loucadoux] $5,000 per bottle

from our friend in the back.

Do I hear 5,100?

5,100.

5,200.

- Fifty-seven. - [Loucadoux] 5,700,

do I hear 5,800?

I'll go 58.

6,000!

♪ tense, dramatic music ♪

Sixty-four.

6,500.

7,000.

Seventy-two.

7,500.

- We fucking did it. - That's over $2 million dollars.

Yeah.

[Loucadoux] 7,500.

- 7,600! - [gasping]

[Loucadoux] 7,600.

Do I hear 77?

- What the fuck? - Do I hear 77?

Big money.

I'll go 77.

I'll go 78.

[coughs, grunts]

[Loucadoux] Do I hear 8,000?

- 8,000. - 8,000.

- 8,200. 8,200. - Oh...

[sighs]

[quiet chatter]

8,200.

8,200 going once.

No.

8,200 going twice.

- This is not happening. - No, no, no.

And sold to our friend in the back

- for a combined sum total... - [cheering]

...of $2,263,000.

[applause]

[loud, excited chatter]

[laughs]

[clears throat]

What the fuck are you smiling at?

I'm a fucking winner, man. What you mean?

You lost your fucking mind?

♪ slow, tense music ♪

Oh, fuck.

♪ "It's Good to Be King" by Tom Petty playing ♪

♪ It's good to be king ♪

- ♪ If just for a while ♪ - [sighs]

♪ To be there in velvet ♪

♪ Yeah, to give 'em a smile ♪

[phone buzzing]

♪ It's good to get high ♪

♪ And never come down ♪

♪ It's good to be king... ♪

- Yeah? - I just got off the phone

with my man from the precinct.

- And? - That guy tonight?

From Buffalo.

Payback for Luca Fiorentino.

That's what happens when you cut someone's head off, Ray.

So, where does this leave us?

What do you mean?

Well, you said you wanted to work something out

between the two of us.

I don't have anything, Ray.

What about your "irons on the fire"?

♪ And have your own world ♪

- ♪ It helps to make friends... ♪ - Yeah.

Look, I think I'm gonna send Turco out there.

Maybe he can stoke the flames.

Turco?

Why not?

You said you didn't like Vince.

♪ Whatever it pays ♪

[sighs]

I-I'm sorry. Did I wake you?

When'd you get back?

A little while ago.

How was New York?

Ah.

It's fine.

Nothing's changed.

How was the auction?

Not very good.

Tell you about it tomorrow.

[sighs] Joanne?

Got any of that minestrone left?

♪ It's good to be king ♪

- ♪ If just for a while ♪ - Sure.

♪ To be there in velvet ♪

♪ Yeah, to give 'em a smile ♪

♪ It's good to get high ♪

♪ And never come down ♪

♪ It's good to be king ♪

♪ Of your own little town ♪

♪ Yeah, the world ♪

♪ Would swing ♪

♪ Oh, if I ♪

♪ Were king ♪

♪ Can I help it if I ♪

♪ Still dream time to time ♪

♪ It's good to be king ♪