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♪ MTV ♪

We want payback for this.

I know.

- We're at war.
- This is for you.

Jimmy's mother wanted
you to have it.

I hope to put this to good use.

Got a proposition for you.

Maybe a path back.

- What's that?
- Get Dwight back into the fold.

As long as Tulsa's his,

it ain't ours.

We need to put our
differences aside.

Why are you so desperate
to let everybody know

that you weren't involved
in trying to kill me?

It wasn't me, Dwight.

It was Ming.

Manfredi knows it was you
behind the car bombing.

- And now he's coming for me.
- Hard.

How do I get to him?

Just around the corner.

This is the man who caused
all the bloodletting.

Armand returned the 500 grand

and helped set this
whole thing up.

So, Armand, we're square.

Bigfoot, you wanna bury that?

♪ Twangy music ♪

How big is this farm?

18,200 acres.

Lot of land, lot of profit.

Yeah.

You know, I feel like I owe you

for taking care of that
whole Ming situation.

What do you mean "owe"?

A partnership.

You think I'm doing this...

or we did this... for free?

Oh, I know nothing
comes for free.

You need to be
compensated, fairly.

So name a price.

I'm not here to negotiate.

That's what businessmen do,
Dwight, we discuss things.

"Discuss things"?

You're breathing.
You're walking around.

You're smelling the coffee.

All right, I saved
your ass, Thresher.

I put your enemy in the ground,

and you're gonna
follow him if you...

negate this deal.

Are you threatening me?

You'd never do that.
Do you know why?

Because I'm not
some disposable thug

that you'd normally
just get rid of.

So don't threaten me with this

"I'm gonna make you
disappear" routine.

You'd never get away with it.

And you can forget about
owning all of this.

So let's discuss and
negotiate like gentlemen.

Fine.

Bigfoot?

Yeah?

Kill him.

Aw, shove it up
your ass, Sasquatch.

♪ Tense music ♪

Put it down.

I'm impressed.

- Really? Why?
- Yeah.

You got guts, Cal.

What does that mean?

It means

I'm gonna give you a chance

to try to think clearly.

Okay?

I'm taking all of this,

every bit,

'cause I got rid
of Ming for you.

And you should be
thanking me because

you were a dead man.

But you know what
you suffer from?

I'm afraid you're gonna tell me.

Pride.

Pride will get you killed
faster than anything.

This is not your world, pal.

This is the underworld,

and people like you
should stay out of it.

People like you

get killed in the underworld.

So...

you were born rich.

You have oil money.

Go live your rich life.

And forget the gangster life.

Leave the gangster life

to fucking gangsters.

Point well taken.

I never did enjoy this
enterprise, anyway.

Good luck, Dwight.

Fuck off.

- You good, O.G.?
- Yeah.

18,000 acres, big-time.

- I mean, that's...
- It's-it's a lot.

I thought my boy Bigfoot

was about to Swiss
cheese Thresher.

No, that was, like,
a negotiating tool.

But I'll tell you
something, we got to stop

leaving a trail of
bodies wherever we go.

Right? Things have
got to change.

We got to change.

♪ Run it up, run it up ♪

♪ Run them numbers to the sky ♪

♪ Crank it up, crank it up ♪

♪ Make me feel like I can fly ♪

♪ Run it up, run it up ♪

♪ Run them numbers to the sky ♪

♪ Crank it up, crank it up ♪

♪ Make me feel like I can fly ♪

♪ percussive, upbeat music ♪

And... one more.

That's it?

All done.

You are now the new and
hopefully proud owner

of Donnie Shore's Auto Corral.

Well, ain't that just
music to my ears.

How do you feel, Donnie?

Well... I never once thought

I'd sell 352 cars in one day.

Let me ask you,

what are you gonna do with
that windfall of yours?

I was thinking I'd open

a competing dealership
down the street.

I got you.

You damn near did.

You sly dog. Congratulations.

The same to you.

Thank you so much.

Hello?

- General.
- Yeah.

Just calling to let you know
that we're under new management.

What's that mean?

Chickie's out.

Really? When you say "out,"
you mean "down and out"?

Just moved aside,

with the full support
of the other families.

What's important now
is I'm in charge.

Oh, that's great.
So, the, uh, inmates

have taken over the asylum.

He's headed your way.
You should know that.

Why?

He's been given an ultimatum.

The other families think you
should be kicking back to us.

If Chickie can't convince you,

for all intents and
purposes, he's done here.

Kicking back? That
won't be happening.

Good.

I didn't want that psycho
around anymore anyway.

How Chickie treated
you was a disgrace.

Pete, too, if I'm being honest.

Whatever happens, I hope
together we can move forward.

That's bullshit, man.

Okay, Vince. The only thing

I want moving forward
over you is a fucking bus.

What does that mean?

Could've been more
specific. I don't know.

Think he's starting
to warm up to me.

♪ "All the Neighbors"
by Nice Motor ♪

♪ And I feel the need... ♪

So, what did New
York have to say?

- Well, Chickie's done.
- Done?

He's gonna go nuts.

Yeah. New York wants what
we got going on here.

They think I'm gonna
go back to New York.

They think Chickie's
gonna talk me into that.

That's not gonna happen.

According to who?

Vince.

You're gonna give
all this to New York?

I mean, you built this
alone with your bare hands.

Yeah. This belongs to all of us,

but as long as I keep
pulling the strings,

they're gonna keep coming.

Boss. We have a visitor.

Who is it?

You said we were gonna talk.

It's been a couple
days. Here I am, again.

You know, the mountain
didn't go to Muhammad.

No.

So, what can I do for you?

I spoke to Thresher.
Said he was done, out.

Yeah. That's the deal.

Good. Fuck him.

So what's my deal?

Oh, you want to cut yourself in?

I think I got it
coming to me, no?

I tipped you off to Ming, right?

Sounded the alarms.

My guys took half
of his guys out.

I killed for you.

So what's my part in
all this shit show?

How about some peace and quiet?

You're a funny guy.

Let's not forget you took
out my right-hand man.

You killed Jimmy the Creek.

Fifty percent,

half and half, right
down the fucking middle.

It's the right thing.

You took out Jimmy the Creek,

so you're getting 25%,

and you ought to be happy, Bill.

I should be happy?

You're gonna give me 25%?
After all this bullshit?

Are you out of
your fucking mind?

You started all this.

You came here to whack
me. I defended myself.

You wanted to take it
all, Bill, every bit,

but that's not gonna happen.

You know, the only reason
why you don't have a bullet

through your fucking skull

is 'cause you're
such a great earner.

That is fucking it.

I take you out, New York
sends a bunch of goons

claiming this is all theirs.

I don't fucking
need that bullshit.

♪ Tense music ♪

You give me the 50% we
both know I deserve,

we're out of each other's
hair, permanently.

Not gonna happen.
We're done here.

You know...

I was here long before you.

I'm gonna be here after.

Sleep on that.

He doesn't look happy.

I think that's gonna
be another problem.

Very perceptive, Goodie.

♪ "Incense and Peppermints"
by Strawberry Alarm Clock ♪

These are my favorite.

They're bamboo,
slow-burning. Really great.

Uh, for sativa, I like
Purple Haze, Sour Diesel.

Did you want a sativa or hybrid?

Come here.

Me?

Yeah, you. Come here.

I'll be right back.

Can I help you?

This is, uh, Dwight's
place. Where is he?

Is he, uh, expecting you?

Is he here or not?

I'm sorry, uh, who are you?

None of your fucking
business who I am.

- Whoa, whoa.
- Is he here or not?

Hey, man, we got a problem here?

- Yeah. Who the fuck are you?
- I'm security.

You're security? You're
gonna need security

if you don't go get
fucking Dwight right now.

You understand me?

Go call Tyson.

- Chill, all right?
- Chill?

So who's this fucking
zombie? Your backup?

Hey, hey, hey. Don't
worry about him.

She's calling, all right?

How you doing, Spencer?

I'm fine. Thanks
for calling ahead.

Are you ready for your
first riding lesson?

Ah. Are you gonna go easy
on me today, big boy?

Mm, he's fine.

This week, he's going in
for his PATH certification.

He's gonna be a
great therapy horse.

Oh, you'll be his first client.

Excuse me?

- Don't listen to him.
- Hey!

- Margaret.
- You made it.

Yeah.

I need a new hobby.

I thought you were
gonna chicken out.

- Aw, man.
- Excuse me?

- Fighting words, man.
- Chicken... Did she say,

did she say the C-word?
Chicken. Did she?

I don't think so.

I don't know about
the outfit, though.

A little overdressed.

I don't have a cowboy outfit.

I'll get you one,
and you'll wear it.

- Okay. Whatever you say.
- Okay.

Let's get this show on the road.

Wait, wait, before we move.

This horse looks bigger
than last time I saw him.

- Uh-uh.
- Hey, O.G.

What?

- He hasn't grown?
- Mm-mm.

Yeah?

All right. Yeah.

I'll be there.

We got to go. Sorry
to hit-and-run.

Be back soon. Bye.

What?

♪ Pulsing, intriguing music ♪

Finally. What the
fuck? Who is this guy?

He threw me out of my office.

He threatened to
break Fred's jaw.

- You need me on your backup?
- No, it's personal. I got it.

Don't make a mess, please.

Yeah, sure.

You come into my place
and intimidate my people?

Get up!

Relax. I come in peace.

I mean, look at this place.

It's modern. You build it?

Of course you did.

You're always developing
something, right, General?

That's my desk.

Yeah. Of course.

What are you doing here?

I'm here to make amends.

When you're wrong, you
be a man, you admit it.

New York is where you
belong. It's in your blood.

I mean, Tulsa? Are you
fucking kidding me?

So you think I
should reconsider?

Yes!

Reconsider.

It was my father's idea
to send you out here,

and it was a terrible mistake.

- Your father?
- It was.

I loved him, but the
man wasn't perfect.

Let's face it.

Now, let's forget about
all this bullshit.

Okay? Come back home
with me to New York.

We'll take Vince out.

And then you could take your
rightful place beside me

in running this family.

The way you earn, your skills...

- My skills?
- Your skills.

Your leadership, it's special.

You're special.

You sound different, Chickie.

What do you mean?

"Different"? How?

Enlightened.

Like now you see the light.

I see what's ahead, Dwight.

And the future's fucking bright.

It's ironic.

You travel all the way
out here to see me,

and, when I'm on the inside,

you guys wouldn't
travel a couple of miles

to see me.

Ironic.

And you're right.

And I apologize for
myself and the family.

Thanks.

My life is here now.

Here? Middle of nowhere?

It's somewhere.

It's where I belong.

And snakes like you don't.

Fucking snake who lived

in the pathetic shadow
of your old man,

till you fucking killed him,

you pathetic fucking rat.

What the fuck are
you talking about?

I love my old man.
That's bullshit!

I don't know, maybe you've been
in the sun too fucking long.

This isn't a negotiation.

Maybe I ain't
making myself clear.

So listen up, and
listen up fucking good.

I am not going
back empty-handed.

Well, I'm not
going back, either.

And you tell them
I'm not coming back.

And I hope you get

the fucking pain you deserve.

Now, get the fuck out.

I'm not going away.

You haven't met Bigfoot?

No, I haven't.

You can't miss him, if
you haven't seen him.

Obviously.

Guy's like a fucking tree.

Why does everyone keep
talking about him?

'Cause he's remarkable.

Okay.

It grows on you.

It really does.

Well, well. Look who's here.

Sorry for showing
up unannounced.

Dwight said you might.

We just fed the horses. Mucked
out the stalls, as well.

Hmm.

Is it my imagination, or...

do you no longer work here?

I don't, I just, I didn't have
anywhere else to go, so...

I mean, the last 12 years,

this place has been
my life, Margaret.

I mean, you, the ranch
hands, the horses...

It's like home here, you know?

It's all I know.

And, until recently,

it was the only thing
I didn't fuck up.

Yeah. And you did.

You were a good manager,
Armand, but... mm-mm.

I know, and I apologize
from the bottom of my heart.

I'm not the one that
needs to hear that.

We cleared the air
for quite a while.

See, I'm trying to
get my family back,

my wife and kids, and...

that's the most important thing.

If you could see your way to
let me have another chance,

that would really go
a long way with her.

I swear, I'll be
better than ever.

I want you in a program...

for the drinking.

Done.

So get back to work.

Thank you.

B.B.

Chickie.

What in the fuck
are you doing here?

Taking back what's mine.

Our thing goes back to
what, 12th fucking century?

And all the time,
there's been rules,

an order to things.

I know you didn't come
here to lecture me

about the Sicilian Vespers.

I came here to talk
to you, boss to boss.

Boss to boss.

You just finished telling
me that they put you

on the shelf, Chick. I
mean, not for nothing,

but you don't have that
kind of juice right now.

Only 'cause I
allowed it to happen.

How'd you even get here,
the Illinois Central?

What are you, like,
Boxcar fucking Willie?

My means of transportation
are irrelevant.

But you want to poke
shots, go ahead.

No, no, I'm just being,

I'm being realistic, Chick.

What's not realistic?

That fucking
Dwight's bulletproof?

You should be thinking about
fixing things in New York

with your family,
first and foremost,

not going back at Dwight.

Hey. What is it with
you and this guy?

He's the root of all
my fucking problems.

Yours, too,

- if you're not careful.
- What the fuck does that mean?

Pulled the same shit with you.

You give him an inch,
he'll take a fucking mile.

He's a greedy fuck.
I'll give you that much.

And what happens when
that greed goes unchecked?

What kind of message
does that send?

We look weak.

I should've did this a year ago.

Two in the head the
second he went rogue

and stopped kicking up.

But instead, out of
respect to my father...

I tried to be nice,

I tried to work with
him, be reasonable.

You want to whack him?

Rules are rules, Bill.

He's left me no choice.

Bottom line is, I
either whack Dwight

and take back what's mine,

or you help me

and we take back what's ours.

♪ Slow, pensive music ♪

What are you doing?

Getting my boot on.

It's the middle of the night.

It's 4 a.m.

Yeah, like I said. It's the...

It's the middle of the night.

This is a ranch, honey.
This is when I get up.

Why?

Got to muck the stalls,
feed the horses.

Horses?

Can't you teach these
things to sleep later?

How about I train
you to sleep in?

Go back to bed.

Get your beauty rest.

Yeah.

That's real helpful.

Gosh. Damn.

♪ It's a good life ♪

♪ When you looking at the
city from a high-rise ♪

♪ Wake up in another country,
look how time flies ♪

♪ So much green you feeling
like you must be Popeye ♪

♪ Everybody want to be
up in my spotlight ♪

♪ That's right... ♪

Look, I hear you, I like it.

Let me think about it.

I got your message. What's up?

We're just having a little
marketing meeting here

for Mitch Keller's Car City.

We're brainstorming the
commercial we're gonna shoot.

Oh, what do you
guys have so far?

Oh, we were thinking

we'd give away some nifty swag.

Water bottles
maybe, or T-shirts.

Also, free, uh, hot
dogs once a week.

Wiener Wednesday.

Oh, I'm afraid to even
ask what this is about.

They thought it'd be
great if I dressed up

like a circus ringmaster
and Fred'd be my lion.

We ain't "lion."

We got the lowest
prices in town.

What do you think?

Come on, T-shirts?
Free hot dogs?

Who gives a shit?

I mean, at least offer
people something they want.

Gummies.

That's a great idea.

"Come to Mitch
Keller's Car City,

leave with your first DUI."

You're the one that went
to film school, right?

I mean, what would you do?

Something not lame.

Donnie Shore's commercials
were corny as shit.

Yeah, Donnie was a cornball.

You're a... sexy guy, you know?

You need a persona,
something hot.

I'm not an actor, Grace.

I've seen you on stage.

You're a showman.

And what's sales if not a show?

Let me think on it.

I'll think of something good.

Okay, deal.

Your tail is crooked.

So tell me, are you signatories
of the Tribal Gaming Compact?

No, Jimmy was, and I need
you to assume his ownership.

Hey.

- What are you doing?
- Hey, man, I'm mingling, man.

- Mingling?
- Yeah.

Goodie, come on over.

Which amounted to what?

Fifteen percent.

Including food and beverage?

Nah, I didn't need Jimmy
for a liquor license.

Yeah, but you need us
to play those games,

which keeps people
eating and drinking.

Hmm, let's see, what's fair?

Twenty percent of
the gaming, all in.

Keeps the accounting cleaner.

I can work with that.

Good.

♪ "You Keep Me Hangin'
On" by Vanilla Fudge ♪

♪ Set me free, why
don't you babe? ♪

♪ Get out my life,
why don't you babe? ♪

♪ You really don't want me ♪

♪ You just keep
me hangin' on... ♪

I want to do for weed what
Starbucks did for coffee.

So I charge exorbitant prices

for gratis WeWork stations?

Yes.

And a drive-through window.

- Yeah.
- How about uniforms?

First it's uniforms, then
it's marching orders,

then it's World War Weed.

No, I'm talking
Granny Smith green

biohazard jumpsuits,

like the Beastie Boys,
circa Hello Nasty.

Yeah, I mean, I have
"Song for Junior"

on permanent play in my house.

Ooh, the '90s.

The '90s were awesome, Bodhi.

Disagree. Yeah, I
spent half that decade

cooped up in my room
with social anxiety

and a ton of acne.

But I bet that's how
you discovered weed.

Yes, very intuitive.

Mm-hmm, yeah, also...

very stoned.

You do realize that this is
kind of a job interview, right?

But you don't need
to impress me.

You're already hired.

There's that Manfredi charm.

Yeah, maybe it's a good
thing that I'll be off

running the grow facility.

Oh, yeah.

- How's that going?
- Good.

We're almost done installing
a massive hydroponic farm

made from red cedar, multi-wall
polycarbonate sheeting

and quantum board LEDs.

And pretty soon, we'll be
cultivating quality crumble

and selling it on
the black market

for almost 100% profit.

If that's possible.

That's great.
And I'll be here,

keeping the home fires burning.

Good.

I got one question though. Um...

where's my office?

What'd you say?

My office.

- Your office?
- Yeah.

Kidding. Follow me.

You're silly.

You're so silly.

Whoa.

Lift your arms.

Not necessary.

Goodie, how are you?

Chickie, how's it going?

Good.

Thanks for meeting
with us, General.

Well, things got a
little hot the other day.

You two said you
had a proposition?

We do, we do.

Like we discussed on the phone.

Chickie here thinks that Tulsa's
become a bone of contention.

All three of us have a claim.

I agree.

Right.

You two have a
bone of contention.

What is ours is ours, Chickie.

This fucking guy.

Okay, let's say
everything is yours.

Okay, we're talking
about expanding.

Nebraska, Iowa, Arkansas.

Because all these
places have been run

by a bunch of shit-kickers
just like it was here.

- Hmm.
- What you did in Tulsa,

we could easily do in
any of these places.

Like a franchise.

Yeah, exactly.

Yeah, we send a
guy to set it up,

and then we all get a big piece.

So in theory...

we'd be in business together

and live happily ever after?

Why the fuck not?

What do you think?

Don't worry about him.

He came up with the
idea. He likes it.

Dwight.

Everybody wins.

You fuck.

Fifty percent.

You earned it.

Please take him out.

Now, as you can see
from the communications

- that we intercepted, we...
- Hey, boss.

Just hung up with
headquarters in D.C.

They're requesting everything
we have on Dwight Manfredi.

What's that about?

They wouldn't say.

Huh, so much for sharing intel.

Give 'em what we've got.

Now, these four substations

are vulnerable for
different reasons.

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All right, first I want to thank
my wonderful director Grace...

Clint, Fred and Bodhi.

For breaking me out
of my cinematic shell.

Ladies and gentlemen, will
you give a round of applause.

Our old boss man would
like to say a word.

Mr. Dwight Manfredi!

Yeah!

Wise guy.

This is not comfortable.

Right?

This, I'm not used to this.

But, okay, here it goes.

I am very, very happy because
I'm seeing everyone out there

also looking happy.

So, that's a wonderful thing,

because we've been
through a lot together.

I spent a long time away.

It wasn't a vacation.
It was pretty bad.

But during that
time, I really had

to ponder these questions like,

"What's life all about?

What's the secret of happiness?"

Everything. Well, guess what?

It's not easy to figure out,

and no one really is ever gonna
crack that code, definitively.

What else is there?
Well, there's nothing

more important than
trustworthy friendship,

loyalty, family...

ah, Joanne, love
you... my daughter,

my grandkids, and,
of course, Margaret.

My God, what do you see
in me? I don't know.

Last but not least is,

we are now legit,

and you do not have to look
over your shoulder anymore!

Yeah!

And after this weekend,
everyone's going

to get a fair cut of
all the businesses.

Okay? So, I want you
to enjoy yourselves.

You really deserve it.

And the last thing
is, you're young.

You don't stay that way
forever, so really enjoy it.

And...

This is a terrible pun, but,

"Life goes by faster
than a speeding bullet."

Okay. Thank you all.

Yeah.

Yeah!

I think I'll keep you.

That's a good idea. Thank you.

How much do you cost?

Priceless.

Don't fucking move!

Fuck! Hey!

- Hey!
- Put your hands

where I can see them.

Just cooperate, and
you won't get hurt.

Who are you?

You work for us now.

♪ Percussive, upbeat music ♪