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MAN: (SINGING) MTV

STACY: Dwight Manfredi.

I got a rap sheet in front of me. Goes back to before The Beatles.

He bought me a drink. Nothing happened.

I'm an ATF agent.

Your picture came through my office.

Where to, boss?

MARK: You should be in college.

Dude a businessman. I can learn a lot from.

DWIGHT: We'll be making money

and the Feds won't be able to touch it.

MAN: Just need to see some ID.

This expired in 1998.

That's the learner's permit.

DWIGHT: There's other weed farms.

You got to do better on the price, Jimmy.

Twelve hundred for the first ten units, and then 750,

and after that... The offer expires when I swallow this cracker.

You drive a hard bargain.

The thing with Vince.

You gotta make this right.

A hundred grand would do it.

What does your family think about you being here?

- Your daughter. - Tina.

(PHONE DISCONNECTING)

MAN: (ON PHONE) It's him. It's lke.

Here's here to kill me.

I'm looking for a friend.

I believe he's staying at your hotel.

Oh, Mr. Manse. From New York, right?

ARMAND: That's him.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(DOGS BARKING)

(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

POLICE OFFICER: (ON RADIO) We have an officer shot.

Condition currently stable.

Ambulance en route to Tulsa General.

Suspect is barricaded. Perimeter is secure.

(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)

POLICE OFFICER 2: Copy that. 10-4.

HENDRICKS: Mr. Dumont,

I'm giving you the opportunity to surrender peacefully.

If you comply, I guarantee you will not be harmed.

(YELLS) Get off my fucking property!

This is not your property, Mr. Dumont.

DUMONT: Fuck you!

(MOTORBIKE ENGINE RUMBLING)

Cue the cavalry.

(DOGS BARKING)

(WHIMPERING)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

- Easy, Dumont! - Caol!

That you?

Can you talk to him?

Sounds to me like his position is pretty clear.

What the fuck are you doing here if you're not going to help?

Uh, witness.

Get him the fuck out of here.

They left you no choice Dumont.

(DOGS WHIMPER AND BARK)

(HELICOPTER HOVERING)

(YELLS) I'm letting my dogs out.

Don't hurt 'em.

They're good boys.

- (DOGS BARKING) - (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(EXPLOSION ROARING)

(MOTORBIKE ENGINE REVS)

(MOTORBIKE ENGINE REVS)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(TRAVELIN' KIND BY ASHLAND CRAFT PLAYING ON SPEAKER)

WOMAN: (SINGING) One out the window and one on the wheel

Open interstate And sky full of blue skies

Just somethin' ‘bout The way that freedom feels

(HORSE NEIGHS)

White picket fence, water tank town...

- (GENTLE WESTERN MUSIC) (HOOVES CLATTERING)

- That's old Pilot. - Yeah, I've seen him around.

WAITRESS: Lives about a mile from here.

They just let him walk around like that?

WAITRESS: That's all him.

You know, not all horses are a fan of the pasture.

Tell me about it.

- (HOOFBEATS CLOPPING) (HORSE NEIGHS)

(EXPRESSWAY BY THE SOUL SURVIVORS PLAYING)

TYSON: You really like this old stuff, huh?

DWIGHT: Love it.

Make that next left over there, don't forget your hand signal either.

Nobody does that anymore.

Not unless they want to pass the road test.

I was thinkin' ‘bout A shortcut I could take

But it seems like I made a mistake

TYSON: You want me to drive?

- I got it. - You sure? I don't mind driving.

Oh, you shouldn't mind. I pay you enough.

- About that, uh... - (CHUCKLES) Hey.

I know you don't have the balls to be asking me for a raise this soon.

All right, well, let me ask you this.

Where you see me in the next five years?

The expressway is not the best way

At five o'clock it's much too crowded

(MUSIC STOPS)

- Where do I... - See me?

Yeah. Five years.

You realize I'm a criminal, right?

I got Google, man. I know all about you.

Where do you see you in five years?

Will I get a position of power or something, like a... a capo?

- You can't be a capo. - Why? 'Cause I'm not Italian?

Yes... that and beyond that.

"Beyond that." What? What? Why?

Listen kid.

Uh... (CHUCKLES) All right.

You're not a boy scout,

but you're not a bad guy either.

You know what I'm saying?

Hmm?

Come on, you drive.

You're a better driver anyway.

(MVP BY WIZ KHALIFA PLAYING)

MAN: (SINGING) Guess who's back In the motherfucking house

With a big fat joint

Girls get close Rub me in like ointment

So many chicks Gotta make an appointment

So many dips All her friends wanna join in

Life ain't boring Broke up with her boyfriend

What's this, a cut-rate Woodstock?

- What's Woodstock? "What's Woodstock?" Jesus.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Live rent free In my mind that's storage

Whole lotta tree It look like a forest

You don't wanna fuck You know right where the door is

- GIRL: Gross. - No different from baloney.

I wouldn't eat that either.

Pull up in a truck, All white that's a fortune

Player of the Year, That's right I'm awarded

MVP, baby, that be me

Some might pay, but I get mines free

(MAN INHALES SHARPLY)

I run G-A-M-E

(IN DEEP, DISTORTED VOICE) Billy! They got nitrous, dude!

- WOMAN: Really hot. Oh! - (ALL EXCLAIMING)

- Man down. - Word.

I'mma run over here, get a beer.

I'll be back.

Nothing from him, no can do

You can't get nothing no, no can do

- Can I get two? Two beers? - Two? You got it.

- You made it. - Yeah, I got you some Barolo.

- Barolo? - Mmm-hmm.

Thanks. You didn't have to do that.

I can see that now.

- You remember Grace? - I do. How you doing Grace?

No offense, but I get triggered pretty easily.

What's "triggered?"

(SIGHS) Triggered. The other day when you hit Fred with the water bottle.

Sorry, I'll be more careful.

(RAP MUSIC PLAYING)

- A little fragile. - Huh.

Did you see? The Feds raided that dispensary at Stillwater?

You're lucky I came around.

- Yeah, my Dwight Knight. - Yeah? Wise guy.

- (MAN CHUCKLING) - What's his story?

Oh, shit. Hey, Clint!

Will you take him to Hillcrest?

- What's in that balloon? - N20.

- Nitrous oxide. - Five bucks a pop for laughing gas?

They sell it for ten at Ogallala-Land.

What was it? La... What land?

Ogallala-Land. It's a music festival.

And who are they?

They are, um... different.

Hmm.

They're not really a part of the community.

(RAP MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

- Hey. - What's going on?

- (BOTTLES CLINK) DWIGHT: Thank you.

Let me ask you something.

How many balloons do you think you get out of one of them tanks?

Three hundred and fifty. Why?

Nothing. I like numbers.

(BOTTLES CLINK)

DWIGHT: What do you know about nitrous oxide?

Party drug.

DWIGHT: I was talking to this kid.

He says one of those tanks

makes about 350 balloons at 10 bucks a pop.

He also said there's this concert coming to town,

something with a crazy name.

- Ogallala-Land Festival. - DWIGHT: Right.

Now, let's just say you got ten tanks there,

three nights, $10 a pop.

- It's a little over 100 grand. - That's right.

(MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING)

So, how do I figure in all this?

Technically, this is a restaurant, right?

That's debatable, but yeah, technically.

So you can buy nitrous in bulk.

Like, if you had a sudden need for a ton of whipped cream.

(MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING)

Come to think of it, I just might.

It's a big day today. How you feeling? How you feeling?

You kidding? When I get my license,

I'll be able to take pretty Peggy Sue

- to the drive-in. - (TYSON LAUGHING)

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

What's on your mind?

Okay, I know you think it's some type of joke

or something, but you seen Goodfellas?

Ray Liotta, he was only half Italian,

but he was still in the thick of that shit.

(CAR HORN HONKING)

So, he was, like, a high level associate, right?

I can be like that in five years.

You realize Henry Hill, Ray Liotta's character,

came that close to getting whacked? Him and his family.

Okay, well, I wouldn't do that dumb shit,

you know, I'd be smart about it.

Wanna be smart? Go to college.

I already done tried that and it's not for me.

Schedules, your curriculum, grades and all of that.

- That's the whole point. - What is?

Do you think anyone really gives a shit about what your major is?

English literature, biology, whatever.

The whole point of a college degree

is to show a potential employer

that you showed up someplace four years in a row,

completed a series of tasks reasonably well, and on time.

So if he hires you, there's a semi-decent chance

that you'll show up there every day and not fuck his business up.

That's what you think college is about?

That, drinking beer and getting laid.

(PEOPLE MURMURING)

(CHUCKLES) Yeah, these guys never change.

- PAUL: Morning. - Morning.

- I'm Paul Cheevers. - Mmm-hmm.

I'll be administering your test, Mr. Manfredi.

No, call me Dwight.

- Okay, Dwight. - Okay, Paul.

Well, if you're ready...

Let's have you pull out and make a left.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Fuck. Goddamnit.

(DWIGHT SIGHS)

- Been a while. - PAUL.: So just pull out and make a left.

That's where we're going to start off, just making a left. Okay.

So, you a new driver?

Nah, you kidding? I've been driving my whole life,

I just relocated from New York

and they said I had to take a test again.

I went to New York once in the '80s.

The heyday.

Parents and I got mugged by a guy with a samurai sword.

- It's not for everybody. - Let's have you make a right.

After this light, let's have you pull over and make a K turn.

Okey-doke.

- So, Paul, how am I doing? - Excellent. It's obvious that you're

an experienced driver. Some of these kids...

- Down! - (GUNSHOTS)

PAUL: Oh, God! Oh, God.

- I'm hit! Oh, God! - Stay down!

(TIRES SQUEAL)

(WAR BY IDLES PLAYING)

(TIRES SQUEALING)

Oh, God! (GASPS) Oh, God! Oh...

PAUL: What are you doing? Pull over!

MAN: (SINGING) Wa-ching!

That's the sound of the sword goin' in

PAUL: Stop! You're going to get us killed! Please!

Clack-clack, Clack-a-clang clang

(CAR HORN HONKING)

That's the sound Of the gun goin' bang-bang

Tukka-tuk, tuk, tuk, tuk-tukka

That's the sound Of the drone button pusher

(TIRES SCREECHING)

PAUL: Oh, God! What are you doing?

I need a hospital! Get me to a hospital!

- l need a hos... - Paul! Shut the fuck up.

Ah, ah, ah, ah ah, ah, ah, ah

(CAR HORNS HONKING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Jesus, Mary and Joseph!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

- I think I'm dying. - You're not dying.

If you were dying you'd already be dead.

- What are you doing? - I got a partial plate.

- Oh, come here. - Stop! You're gonna infect it!

9, F.

(SIRENS BLARING)

(BRAKE SQUEALING)

- Listen. - (SIREN STOPS)

- You didn't see anything Paul. - (CAR DOOR OPENS)

Nothing. Okay?

OFFICER: Everybody okay?

DWIGHT: Afternoon, officer.

BURKE: So you're at the light taking your driver's test, and then...

Someone comes out of nowhere

and starts shooting at us from another car.

Unprovoked. Just, boom, boom, boom?

Like I said 26 times before.

And this other car, no make, model or color?

It happened so fast. Do you have a Coke?

In a minute.

You know, we ran your name through the system.

Then you know I'm a Leo.

You've got a lot of priors, Mr. Manfredi.

Priors is the key word. I did my time.

You're no lightweight, that's for sure.

So, am I being charged with almost getting shot?

'Cause I don't think that's a crime, even in Oklahoma.

Once your statement's complete, we'll release you.

"Release?"

- I'm being held? - BURKE: Not necessarily.

We just want to hear your version of things.

Like, who it is might want you dead.

Honestly...

I think whoever did this had it out for the driving instructor.

I got a feeling he failed a lot of people.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(DOOR OPENS)

Hey.

What are you doing here?

Officer Burke filled me in. You okay?

I passed my driving test, there is that.

Congratulations.

Seriously, what are you doing here?

Came over the radio, there was a shooting,

they mentioned your name.

You know you're free to go, right?

MULRONEY: What the fuck's going on?

Why is the ATF butting in?

He's part of a bigger investigation,

- that's all I can say. - Can or will?

It's in between.

You know, you didn't have to buy me dinner.

Or is this to make up for the brevity of our last encounter?

Got a pretty good appetite for someone who was just shot at.

If I stopped eating every time someone tried to hurt me,

I'd be a skeleton.

You got any ideas?

Who tried to hurt you?

What are you doing in cow paddy Oklahoma?

Stopping bad guys from blowing up our country.

You were involved with that explosion yesterday,

- the guy with the bombs? - Mmm-hmm.

- Tough day at the office? - Beats selling insurance.

Seems like both of us sought out careers with their share of tough days.

Why do you think that is?

Because we're both fucking crazy.

(LAUGHING) Oh, man.

Finally, someone addresses the elephant in the room.

So you left New York to come here?

I popped around a few places before.

I was in customs before 9/11, got recruited, switched to ATF.

So you transferred to Tulsa?

No, I was asked to leave.

- Asked? - Ordered.

So I packed up myself and my plants and my now ex-husband Edward and...

I basically lost my shit.

And apparently, Tulsa is one of the ATF's many versions of Siberia.

Come on now. 9/11?

It's not like everybody didn't lose their shit a little bit.

It wasn't 9/11, actually. It was later.

9/11...

I was a rockstar.

Police Meritorious Service Medal.

Police Distinguished Service Medal.

They loved me.

- And then Sully happened. - DWIGHT: Sully?

The guy who landed the plane in the Hudson River?

I was doing a 4 to 12. Headed into work.

I was on 12th Ave and I saw this plane...

it was flying so low and I thought...

"What else could it be? Here we go again."

- I freaked out. - It's understandable.

STACY: Not in my line of work.

What happens in your work...

If someone loses their shit and puts their... associate,

someone who counts on them at risk?

Probably wouldn't turn out so well.

Do you remember the last time we were together?

You said...

you couldn't help me if I got jammed up.

What can I say? I guess I'm shitty at my job.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

This cannot and will not...

- happen again, okay? - Okay.

- Stop smiling. - (CHUCKLES)

- No. - You need some help with that shoe?

No, I've got it. Thank you.

I helped you get it off.

Thank you for dinner.

Stacy.

Let me know if you find out who tried to shoot me.

(PHONE LINE RINGING)

CHICKIE: (ON PHONE) What do I owe the pleasure?

DWIGHT: I think the pleasure might be one-sided.

- CHICKIE: What do you mean? - Somebody tried to kill me yesterday.

Whoa, what? Get the fuck out. What happened?

DWIGHT: Stopped at a light.

- Guy started shooting. - Who was it?

I was hoping you could tell me.

How the fuck should I know?

I'm going to ask you this one time and you be straight with me.

Is this Vince's hand?

Hey, I mediated a fair outcome with all parties.

The issue is dead.

DWIGHT: So you're telling me there's no chance

of this punk going rogue on account of me breaking his jaw

because of his big fucking mouth?

What's he fucking saying?

You know, you got some fucking balls, you know that?

Do I? Let someone try to take you out at a stoplight

and we'll hear your list of suspects.

CHICKIE: What are you inferring?

That I'm weak, that I can't control my own fucking crew?

I told Vince it's over. It's fucking over.

Fuck your bruised ego, Chickie,

I got shot at by some ball-less sack of shit

- in a ski mask. - CHICKIE: Okay.

I get it, all right?

And I gave you my answer.

But by the way,

your lifelong friendship with my father aside

just as a pure, fucking business decision,

I got to be out of my mind to take you out.

You're a great earner.

Of course. What was I thinking?

Now let me ask you, you make any enemies out there

fucking some cowboy's wife or something?

Don't insult me.

Well, you figure it out. Okay? You let me know.

But you all right, though? I mean, otherwise.

Yeah, I'm blessed.

You with the nine fucking lives.

DWIGHT: I'm glad somebody is counting.

Give your father a kiss for me.

Yeah.

(SIGHS)

(TELEPHONE RINGING IN BACKGROUND)

Stop.

That's Caolan Waltrip.

He's the head of Black Macadam, a one percenter motorcycle gang.

He showed up during the standoff at the house the other day.

For some reason, he and his crew

are suddenly arming themselves to the teeth.

Assault with a deadly weapon, attempted murder, attempted larceny,

attempted murder.

He did six years in Attica. Major armed robberies.

Got released and picked up where he left off.

Ooh, that is Edgar Dumont. Former cellmate of Walltrip's.

He's the lunatic who blew himself up.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

Robbie Trucotte and Carson Pike.

STACY: Yeah, nobody gets within 20 feet of Waltrip

without going through Pike first.

Who's this wacko?

STACY: That is Rochelle "Roxy" Harrington.

She's actually a munitions expert. Did three tours in Afghanistan.

She's got Waltrip's ear.

Kinda thin file for someone moving that far up the food chain,

She probably hit the glass ceiling.

Well, now that Dumont's out, I think we focus on these three guys.

(INDISTINCT CHEERING ON TV)

(DOOR OPENS)

- Hello, Paul. - PAUL: Mr. Manfredi.

- This is unexpected. - Hey, it's the least I can do.

Look at all these goodies.

(CHUCKLES)

- Okay if I use this? - l guess.

Thank you. Not necessary, but very much appreciated.

Don't mention it.

So, the police, do they know who did it?

They're coming up short.

They're understaffed.

I was thinking maybe you could help out.

- Me? - You, Paul. You.

Oh.

Got something for you. Get well card.

Open it.

- What is this? - Looks like 10 grand to me.

- Ten thousand dollars? - Shh!

This is the least I can do

to compensate for your pain and suffering.

I don't know, this seems wrong.

It only seems wrong

because you feel like you didn't earn it,

so here's what we're going to do.

It was a blue Chevy Caprice.

These are the first four numbers on the plate.

I want you to call your buddies down at the DMV

and see what they come up with.

Shouldn't the police...

I'm proud of you, Paul.

(MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ON TV)

It's a rerun.

Feel better.

(TRAIN BELL RINGING)

(CAR DOOR CLOSING)

What's that, chocolate chip?

- What's this? - Your severance.

You see the bullet holes in that car?

The missing windows where your head could have been?

Yeah, I seen it.

Well, I'm not here to get you killed.

It's bad enough that thing was parked in front of your house all night.

God forbid your mother, your sister, somebody walks by

- and gets mistaken for me. - Look, I hear you, okay?

I'm just saying that I'm willing to pay my dues.

- What dues? - Look, I know you think

I'm some punk-ass bitch, but I'm not,

I'm willing to put the work in,

- just give me a chance. - Listen, kid.

I'm not a kid. I'm 25 years old. I get it.

- (PEOPLE MURMURING) (OBJECTS CLANKING)

This is your choice.

Fine.

Now, what do you need?

First of all, I want a new car.

So go see that guy at the dealership.

Done.

And not a Navigator, and not black...

- Oh, I get it. (CHUCKLES) - And I want it for free.

- For free? What you mean? - That one's a lemon.

It's got bullet holes all over it.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

(INTRIGUING MUSIC PLAYING)

(DOG WHIMPERS)

(DOG WHIMPERING)

(STACY WHISTLES)

(PANTING)

(CAR ENGINE TURNS OVER)

- (VOICEMAIL BEEPS) PAUL: (ON PHONE) Mr. Manfredi

this is Paul Cheevers from the Tulsa DMV. The, um,

object you're looking for was dumped and tagged

by Tulsa Sanitation at an abandoned lot

near Oak and Orlando.

No need to call back... Ever.

Okay, OG got on them Isotoners.

I see you.

(DOOR CREAKING)

Fire needs oxygen to burn. This idiot kept the windows closed.

- DMSQO? - DMSO.

It's a liniment used to reduce inflammation in horses.

It's highly flammable.

- What's that? Look like "FR" to you? - That's FR.

- (TRAIN HORN BLOWS) DWIGHT: Type in "FR" and "horses."

Place about five miles from here.

Fennario Ranch.

Right there.

So you want to go?

(TRAIN HORN BLOWS)

I'm gonna do this alone.

(TENSE WESTERN MUSIC PLAYING)

- Your boss around? - Uh, check the stables out back.

(HORSE NEIGHS)

MAN: I got him.

DWIGHT: Excuse me.

Mrs. Fennario?

Miss Devereaux.

Fennario's just the name of the ranch.

Oh. See, that's me thinking you're a paisan.

Well, I like Italian food. Does that count?

- Of course it does. - How can I help you, Mister...

DWIGHT: Marconi. I'm a private investigator.

A client's car was stolen and set on fire,

and I found this in the back seat.

(HORSE WHINNIES)

Ah, these things are a waste of money.

Get stolen as soon as I buy 'em.

Also found a can of DMSO.

Okay, so?

Do you think anybody working here is capable of doing something like that?

- Burning a car? - You know, or shooting somebody.

Like, I don't know who you are or what you want.

- I'm a private investigator. - Right. And I'm an astronaut.

I employ 171 people.

I can vouch for the work ethic while they're here,

but once they're through those gates...

Well, do you mind if I ask around?

On my property?

- Yeah, I do mind. - Fair enough.

- Anything else? - DWIGHT: Yeah.

Do you give riding lessons?

(MARGARET CHUCKLES)

Call the number on the website.

I like this state.

TYSON: You think you so badass, huh?

Run up on my boy? (CLEARS THROAT)

Run up on my boy?

Take potshots?

Sneak up and ambush a motherfucker?

Huh?

Oh, that's a bad move,

'‘Cause you, uh, you know me and him... we tight.

(RAP MUSIC PLAYING)

We tight.

You make a move on him, you best make a move on me, too.

You make a move on him...

You best make a move on me too.

(WATER RUNNING)

TYSON: (DISTANTLY) Coming in guns blazing.

I will kill you.

(TRAIN HORN BLOWS)

(HORSE NEIGHS)

- (TRAIN HORN BLOWING) - (CRICKETS CHIRPING)

(CELLPHONE RINGING)

- How you doing? - I got a dog.

He's a stray. He's a little old and beat up.

Well, somebody's got a type.

You around later?

DWIGHT: Sorry. Plans.

Oh, that's okay.

What are you naming the dog?

I was thinking about naming him Chance.

As in second or last?

(CHUCKLES)

TBD. I haven't gotten that far yet.

I gotta go. I'll keep you posted.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(PLACES CELLPHONE DOWN)

(ENGINE TURNS OVER)

(DOG BARKING)

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(DOG BARKING)

ARMAND: Hey, my man! My little man! How are you?

- How's my best boy? - TOMMY: Come on, Dad!

(CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

- (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) (GUN COCKS)

I went away for a third of my life

- and you try to shoot me? - (ARMAND GRUNTS)

My wife's going to be home any minute now.

- I'll leave a note. - (GUN COCKS)

Go out there and make some money.

You guys want a balloon?

This is our territory.

This nitro is our only existence.

(MEN GRUNTING)

Did you ever read The Art of War?

- Really? - DWIGHT: / got a plan.

You need all the friends you can get.

Let's go, my children.

(MUSIC BUILDS AND FADES)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)