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MAN: (SINGING) MTV

- In prison they set you up!
- Who's they?

- Pete.
- My Pete?

ARMAND: He was
afraid you'd flip.

25 years, come on! Nobody
does that kind of time.

I did.

(LIQUID SLOSHING)

Got sugar?

No, we have, uh... what
do you call it... Agave.

What the fuck's that?

You work for me now, understand?

Go out there and
make some money.

This is our territory. Who
gave you permission to sell?

Black Macadam...

MITCH: Local biker gang.

- They anything?
- Well, they ain't nothing.

Let's go, my children.

The Art of War
states that each man

has gofta grow a set of balls.

(PHONE RINGING)

JOANNE: Hello?
DWIGHT: Jo, it's me.

I heard you called Tina.

Radio silence for 25 years...

- Why now?
- l don't know.

JOANNE: He's dying, Dwight.

Our brother Joe is dying.

(FLY ME TO THE MOON BY COUNT
BASIE AND FRANK SINATRA PLAYING)

MAN: (SINGING)
Fly me to the moon

Let me play among the stars

Let me see what spring is like

On Jupiter and Mars

In other words, hold my hand

In other words, baby, kiss me

(CROSSWALK CHIMES)

Fill my heart with song

And let me sing for ever more

You are all I long for

All I worship and adore

In other words, please be true

In other words, I love you

(SONG FADES)

(CAR DOOR SHUTS)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(DOOR OPENS)

(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(JOANNE SOBBING)

Come here.

- It's all right.
- (JOANNE SOBBING)

Come on. It's okay.

(JOANNE SNIFFLES)

Let me look at you. (CHUCKLES)

- Let me look at you.
- (LAUGHS) You look great.

So do you. So do you.

How was your flight?

- It's good. It's good.
- Yeah?

- Tina here?
- Yeah.

Why don't we go see
your brother first, though,

before we start
the whole imbroglio.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

- Just anxious.
- I know.

I don't think she's ready.

Hey Joe, look who's here.

- My condolences, Denise.
- Oh, he loved you, Dwight.

I loved him, too.
He was a great guy.

DENISE: Yeah. It's just so sad.

The two of you didn't
speak for so many years

and... and now this.

I'm sorry.

Twenty years in a token booth...

and for what?

Goes fast.

Well, it goes slow, too.

Wanna say a prayer?

I already did.

JOANNE: I'm gonna go smoke.

I'm gonna catch up with you.

(DWIGHT SIGHS)

DENISE: Thanks for coming.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

Your daughter's a
wonderful woman.

Got a degree in horticulture,
owns her own business.

DWIGHT: Hmm.

This husband, Emory, he's okay?

He's a nice guy. He adores her.

He's in, uh, finance
or something.

Is he taking care of her?

Their condo is bigger than
the house we grew up in.

Tell me about my grandchildren.

They're great. (LAUGHS)
They're adorable. Twins.

- Come on. Seriously?
- Yeah.

Cody and Ryan.

They're five, uh, no, maybe six.

(SIGHS) They know about me?

You know what? I don't
wanna do this anymore.

- I don't. I...
- I don't wanna do it either.

(DWIGHT EXHALES)

- I gotta go back inside.
- Yeah, I gotta go too.

You coming to the mass tomorrow?

I'd like to say
something at the mass.

No, I don't think
that's a good idea.

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

PIKE: Hell of a hiccup
over at the festival.

Territorial dispute.

A couple of boys had
their inventory took.

I'm talking nitrous
oxide. You two follow?

- A lot of money.
- Yeah.

We cannot have that.

As you can imagine,

I'm getting some
pressure from the top dog...

to respond, if you will.

rapidly and resoundingly.

- What do you want from us?
- Did you hear what I just said?

The big man's not happy.

He'd like your
attention on this.

Pronto.

License plate number.

One of the guys
we're looking for.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(PHONE RINGING)

Yeah.

I gotta hear from
strangers you're back?

What's going on?

You know, it looks bad

you sneak into town
and I'm not aware.

My brother died, but you
probably already heard that.

This is family.

- You understand?
- It's my brother.

PETE: "Token Joe," buonanima.

- But my dad...
- What about him?

Just get your ass to New
York Memorial in the morning.

It's my brother's funeral.
I have obligations.

Remember your first
and highest obligation.

My father was a
brother to you too.

Don't you fucking forget that.

- (PHONE BEEPS)
- What was I?

(HIP HOP SONG PLAYING
OVER CAR STEREO)

(PHONE CALLING TONE)

CHERRISE: Woodvale
Salon. This is Cherrise.

Hi. Yes. My... my
name is Tyson Mitchell.

And I'm... I'm with the
Acme Big Booty Service.

CHERRISE: Oh,
my God. He returns.

(LAUGHS) What's going
on, baby girl? You good?

CHERRISE: Better now.
Where the hell have you been?

Ripping and running
busy, you know?

Hey, I got my own place now, so,
you know, I'm grounded. (CHUCKLES)

- (POLICE SIREN) _Shit!

- (POLICE SIREN) (TYSON SIGHS)

Here we go with this shit, man.

Hey, hey. Lemme... lemme
call you back, all right?

(CAR DOORS SLAM SHUT)

Your license and registration.

Hands where I can see 'em.

Registration is in the glove.

Who's this Dwight Manfredi?

- He's my boss.
- Oh, yeah?

Why don't you step
outta the car for me?

(GRUNTS)

Now, you're not under
arrest, but for my protection,

I am gonna cuff you
and give you a good toss.

- You wearing a body camera?
- Why? You wanna be a movie star?

- Some bullshit, man.
- Duly noted.

(TYSON GRUNTS)

- Have a seat.
- (TYSON GRUNTS)

Damn!

You can't search my
car without a warrant.

- Oh yeah? Who says?
- The constitution.

Ah, look what I found.

Now, this smells
suspiciously like marijuana.

Come on, man.
That's not even mine.

This car ain't even
mine. I told you that.

So you're saying
you stole this vehicle?

(PHONE CALLING TONE)

DWIGHT: This is
Dwight. Leave a message.

AUTOMATED VOICE:
The mailbox is full

and cannot accept any
messages at this time.

Hey, I'm gonna need
another call, man.

Well, I need a foot massage

and it looks like
we're both outta luck.

(SLAMS PHONE)

COP: Close group four.

(GATE CLANKS SHUT)

(HARMONIOUS INSTRUMENTAL PLAYS)

Couple bottles of
Sassicaia '94. Pinot Grigio.

- Whatever anybody else wants.
- Yes, sir.

- Just take care of them. Keep it coming.
- Thank you, sir.

Ah, it's good to be home.

Of course, not under
these circumstances.

(SIGHS)

I'm sorry, I don't
remember half the people.

Who's everybody here? (LAUGHS)

- This is Stella. Selena.
- My daughter.

- That's Stella?
- STELLA: Yeah.

JOANNE: There's Ethan,
Stella's husband, right?

- It's nice to meet you, Ethan.
- JOANNE: You know Joe Junior?

You I know. Of course, you
look exactly like your old man.

Thank you.

- DWIGHT: That's a good thing.
- Yeah. Thanks.

Emory, we haven't been

formally introduced.

Well, I'm Emory.
I'm Tina's husband.

Ah, we talked on the
phone. (CHUCKLES)

That's right, we spoke briefly.

There was a phone
where I was too, you know?

I... I don't follow.

Well, I'm just saying you could
have called and sought my blessing,

before you married my daughter.

- The balls on you. Wow!
- I'm old school. I'm sorry.

Yeah, you were also
indisposed, remember?

- But very easy to find.
- Okay.

So you wanted this man
to endure a cavity search

just to secure your blessing?

You're the one who
stopped calling us.

My apologies, Emory.

- Everybody hungry?
- WALTER: I don't know.

What was wrong with
Bamonte's, we had to drive

- all the way to the city?
- Stop with Bamonte's.

- Nobody eats at Bamonte's.
- Walter, this is four-star.

- Broaden your horizons.
- It's very nice, Uncle Dwight.

- Joey would've loved it.
- STELLA: Thank you. Yeah.

- Thank you.
- TINA: Really, foie gras ravioli?

I mean, come on.
Uncle Joey is rolling

- in his freshly dug grave, right now.
- Oh, Tina!

Am I wrong? Okay.

This isn't about what
Uncle Joey would like.

This isn't even about
what we would like.

It's about what makes
Dwight look like a big shot.

It's a nice place.
That's all. It's a gesture.

Big splash, right, with the
massive spray of flowers

and your big fat busta.

JOE JR.: Not for
nothing, Unc, but...

you settled the tab with Mikey
C at Supreme Memorials?

We appreciate it, but
nobody asked you to do that.

Denise, you didn't have to ask.

All right. So he was
just trying to help.

TINA: Right. Because
whenever I needed help,

first person I thought
of, was my dad.

- (CROCKERY AND CUTLERY CLINKING)
- A toast...

to Joe.

May he rest in peace.

And to...

wiping out the past...

and everybody just enjoying

the here and now, while we can.

Salud.

ALL: Salud.

My deepest condolences, auntie.

- I love you.
- JOANNE: Tina.

It's okay, don't worry. You
guys enjoy dinner, okay?

I'll call you tomorrow.
Come on. Good night, uncle.

WALTER: Good night, sweetheart.

(HORSE WHINNIES)

MAN: So, what did you like at
Remington? ARMAND: Nothing.

Get that horse
cooled down, Richie.

Hey there. Heard you've been
moonlighting as a tough guy.

ARMAND: What?

Tussle at the festival?

Seminoles, seniors and
stoners. Quite a gang you run with.

- You a fucking smartass?
- Easy, jefe!

Just a word to the wise.

(HORSE WHINNIES)

Goodie, come on. Fucking
go already, would you?

All right, relax.

Quit your hemming and hawing.
We know you ain't got shit.

Hey, what you don't
know could fill a book.

Too bad he couldn't read it.

- I'll give youse all a fucking schiaffo.
- LINDA: Language.

- GOODIE: All right, go ahead.
- The General approaches.

Hey, Jerry.

- Nico, Goodie. Ladies, hi.
- Dwight.

- Dwight, how are you doing?
- Good. How are you doing, Nico?

- In town long?
- In and out, why?

- (CELIA SNEEZES)
- Here we go. That's two.

(CLEARS THROAT) Do I hear four?

- Got a tissue?
- Let me be of service.

- CELIA: Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Now, that's a gentleman.

- Oh, here we go.
- Come on. Easy, Vince.

What are you trying
to do, show me up?

- I show you up by showing up.
- Oh, yeah, that's right.

- Hey, hey. Even in the fucking hospital?
- CELIA: Vince, come on.

- Talk to him.
- It's over.

- CELIA: Vince.
- Let's go.

Chickie, take him.

You know, you ought
to be a lifeguard, Nico.

All right. Go ahead. I'll take
more of your fucking money.

Vince, sit down.

You know, I learned
a word in the military.

Deference.

It means respect.

Military.

You talking about
Dickinson Academy?

- Yeah.
- It's a military school.

I was a ranked cadet.

A pair of epaulets doesn't
make you George Washington.

You know that, right?

I'm gonna talk to your old man.

He's asleep.

And the next time I call,
you come right away.

You ought to get a cocker
spaniel, they come every time.

Sir. Excuse me, sir.

I need to go to that
bathroom, right now.

- It's urgent. I need to go.
- Who's stopping you?

Ain't nobody stopping me,
where I'm supposed to go?

Officer, please,

I have to go
right now, for real.

- This your phone?
- Yeah, it's my phone.

- What's your password?
- Come on now...

Don't make me beg you, officer.

(SIGHS)

051944,

Bingo. Show the man the head.

COP: (DRUMS ON
DESK) My pleasure.

(PHONE RINGING)

So what do I owe the pleasure?

Just wanted to
hear a friendly voice.

You wanna meet for
coffee or something?

DWIGHT: I can't.
I'm in New York.

You just booked it outta here,
after your run in at the music festival?

- I saw my daughter.
- STACY: How'd that go?

DWIGHT: It didn't. She
really wouldn't let me talk.

I'm sorry.

DWIGHT: I'd be lying
if I said I was surprised.

It's been 18 years.

Just keep trying.
She'll come around.

- You think so?
- The fuck do I know.

(LAUGHS) Oh, God.

Listen, these nitrous guys,

there's more to them
than meets the eye, okay?

- Such as?
- Not over the phone.

(PHONE NOTIFICATION BEEPS)

Listen, uh...

I gotta take this phone call.

I'll call you when
I get back, okay?

- Yeah, safe travels.
- (PHONE BEEPS)

Tyson.

Hello? Tyson, are you there?

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS)

Bag him.

Mitchell. Tyson Mitchell.

- TYSON: That's me.
- It's check-out time.

- Enjoy your stay?
- Shit, man, weak as hell.

I'll make a note, and next
time, we'll upgrade you

to less comfortable
accommodations.

There ain't gonna
be no next time, man.

- Where my car at?
- Impound on King Street.

And my phone too,
man. Quit playing with me.

It says here you
don't have no phone.

No money, either.

Whoa, I came here with $1,200.

If I were you, I'd write
your congressman.

(PHONE LINE RINGING)

TOKEN JOE: You've reached
the Manfredi residence.

- Please leave a message.
- (MESSAGE TONE BEEPS)

DWIGHT: Hey,
Denise, it's Dwight.

It's really nice hearing
my brother's voice

on the machine.

There were some
things I wanted to say...

should have
said... at the church,

but I'd like to say
them now, so...

I wrote something down.

Here it goes.

"Little brother,
you were a giant.

"A big man who
did the little things,

"the things that really matter.

"The sympathetic ear.

"The helping hand.

"The heart of gold.

"The voice of reason.

"Steady as a rock...

"you were always there.

"Not only for
your family, but...

"to do the job you loved.

"I'm not sure
why you loved it...

"but you did.

"Guys like Joe are a
rare and precious find.

"Generous to a fault.

"Going long,

"where others fall short.

"Made of mercy and malice.

"Full of force and foibles.

"They don't drop names,
they pick up the slack.

"They don't raise their voices,

"they lower the temperature.

"They don't hold grudges.

"They unlock potential.

"They don't show off...

"they show up."

(MUSIC FADES)

- Hey!
- Manny.

So, what the fuck were you
talking about the other day?

You wanna pretend
like that wasn't you

- at Ogallala-land?
- No, it was me.

I'm just asking you,
like, what did you mean

by word to the wise?

Ever heard of Black Macadam?

No, what is that? A band?

Not hardly. Motorcycle
gang. One percenters.

My old man's sergeant at arms.

Yeah? Kinda like
leader of the pack?

Yeah. (CHUCKLES) Keep laughing.

They run the nitrous game out
here, and they're not to be fucked with.

Meaning what?

Meaning they'll kill anyone
that gets in their way.

Huh, you know, it's funny,

I've actually met
people like that before.

ROXY: Why don't you Google 'em,

and then let me know
how funny you think it is.

(EERIE INSTRUMENTAL
MUSIC PLAYING)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

Tyson Mitchell,
tell me about him.

I barely know him.
I barely know him.

And yet your name

is in the frequent
contacts of his cell phone?

I do business with his
boss, Dwight Manfredi.

And he is?

The bane of my
fucking existence.

I take it that Senior Manfredi
is the older gentleman.

Yeah.

And what is the nature
of your business together?

I believe the
term is "extortion."

You extort people?

He's extorting me.

What do you have that he wants?

What does everybody want?

Dosh.

Well, his mistake.

Senior Manfredi, I mean,
is trying to take mine.

I'd be happy to relay
that message to him.

(LAUGHS) And you will.

But not quite yet.

(I THINK I'LL JUST STAY HERE AND
DRINK BY MERLE HAGGARD PLAYING)

MAN: (SINGING) Could
be holding you tonight

Could quit doing
wrong, start doing right

You don't care
about what I think

I think I'll just
stay here and drink

(WOMEN CHUCKLE)

Hey, putting you down,
don't square no deal

Least you'll know the way I feel

Excuse me, ladies.

Take all the money in the bank

Help you, fellas?

This mutt belong to you?

That depends. He wearing a tag?

You're Mitch, right?

AKA Mitch the Stick?

Hate to break up
your little daisy chain,

but we need a word.

No, thanks.

You under the impression
that we're negotiating?

- Get the fuck out of my joint.
- Excuse me?

You want it in
fucking sign language?

I suggest in the
strongest of terms,

you take it down a notch.

And I suggest, since
this establishment

is situated on Cherokee land,

where you have
absolutely no authority,

that you get your fat, sorry,
fucking cottage cheese asses

out of here.

- I'll see you soon.
- MITCH: Looking forward to it.

Fuck's going on?

(KEYBOARD CLATTERING)

(EERIE INSTRUMENTAL PLAYING)

(BELL TINKLING)

TINA: Sorry, we're closed.

I could use some roses.

What are you doing here?

Just wanted to talk.

Look, Tina, I know
you hate me, okay?

I don't hate you, Dwight.

I feel bad for you.

You have to call
me by my first name?

It's either that,
or Mr. Manfredi.

"Dad" ship kinda
left port years ago.

Dwight it is.

And I will admit, Dwight,

there is something inside me.

Little flickering
ember of love for you.

But something just tells me
to stomp it out once and for all.

Hope you don't do that.

You're a bad bet.

How's that?

Because you haven't
learned anything.

Oh, you'd be surprised.

- I've learned a lot.
- Oh, really?

Mmm.

Then what in God's name
are you doing in Oklahoma?

It's a little late in the game
for me to find a new trade.

Let's just end this now, Dwight.

I wanna get home to my kids.

Can I see them, please?

Tina, is there any way for us

just to... to move past this?

We definitely can't
go back now, can we?

You know, the day after
Christmas was always such a relief.

And that went for every holiday,

every milestone.

You learn to dread what
should be happy times,

and your life
becomes topsy-turvy.

I don't wanna talk about
this. Let's talk about Uncle Joe.

- May he rest in peace.
- Yeah.

Would you have
preferred if it was me?

No.

But Uncle Joey...

he was parked outside my
senior prom at the El Caribe.

Pounding Michelobs for three
hours just to keep an eye on my date.

Ma gave me her pearls.

And Aunt Joanne got
Anna B from the Style Inn

to do my hair and makeup.

You...

left us nothing.

Nothing.

Burdens...

- obligations. That weight.
- I know.

And when you went away,

Ma didn't have so much
as a checking account.

(SCOFFS)

Nico "The Package"
Bugliosi was the only one

who'd come check in
on us from time to time.

- Do you remember The Package?
- Yeah.

I just saw him at the hospital.

Well, let's just say
one Tuesday night,

while Ma was working a double

I learned the hard
way why he's called...

Why he's called what?

Nothing.

No, it's not. No. Wait a minute.

l... it's not nothing. Stop.

Called what?

- "The Package"? Is that...
- Forget it.

No, I'm not... what are
you trying to tell me?

I don't wanna talk about it. I don't
even wanna think about it, okay?

No, please. I'm...
I'm begging you.

- No. No. Just...
- Tell me what happened.

He did nothing.
Just forget it. Okay?

- I can't forget it.
- No, please. Just...

Please, Tina.
Please, I'm begging.

- No.
- Just tell me.

I'm asking you.

Promise me you
won't do anything.

All right. (BREATHING HEAVILY)

Thank you.

(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

(OMINOUS TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(MACHINES BEEPING)

(TV SHOW PLAYING IN BACKGROUND)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

They finally got here.

- Hey.
- DWIGHT: How you doing?

What a sight for sore eyes.

I'm, uh... (CHUCKLES)

...hanging in there.

That's good.

Where's everybody?

Chickie, Nico...

They took off, to the club.

Mmm.

How you doing? You good?

Mmm-hmm. I'm very good.

I brought you this
from my brother's wake.

I'm sorry about that happening.

I'm sure you would've
been there if you could.

You kidding me?

Of course.

I was thinking the
other day, Pete,

that when I was in the joint,

I used to think about
the good old days

and friends, family.

Good times.

When you finally get
out, you look around...

you realize the
good, old days...

were not really that good.

Yeah. It's an adjustment.

Sure. It's an adjustment.

Because now I
realize what I missed.

Seeing my daughter grow up...

become a woman...

get married.

And she did all that
without me protecting her.

And that kills me.

'Cause that's what
a good father does.

Protects the ones
they're responsible for.

The ones they love.

And then there's...

you.

You swore...

on the soul of your mother,

you'd watch out
for my wife, my kid.

You swore that.

And then this Nico...

Did you know?

Know what?

What the fuck are
you talking about?

I'm not following you.

(PETE GRUNTS)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

Did...

you...

fucking...

know?

(MACHINES BEEPING)

You didn't.

(PETE INHALES DEEPLY)

Know what?

(SHOUTING) Know what?

(SIZZLING)

GOODIE: Raging Bull...

Then he says, "I dunno
whether to fuck him or fight him!"

- Whose deal is it?
- Vince.

- I just fucking dealt.
- You just dealt?

VINCE: Yo! What
are you doing here?

- (GRUNTING)
- Get the door.

- (GLASS SHATTERS)
- (NICO SCREAMS)

My fucking daughter?

- Dwight!
- (NICO SCREAMS)

CHICKIE: Come on!

(SIZZLING)

(NICO SCREAMS IN PAIN)

(GLASS SHATTERS)

CHICKIE: Enough already!
You're gonna fucking kill him!

My daughter. My
fucking daughter.

(BEYOND THE SEA BY
BOBBY DARIN PLAYING)

MAN: (SINGING)
Will kiss, just as before

Where are you going?

Happy we'll be beyond the sea

And never again...

(BONE CRUNCHING)

I'll go sailing

You clean it up.

I know he's your
friend, Pop, but Jesus...

What do we do with Dwight?

WALTRIP: Mr. Manfredi...

Sir, you're
overplaying your hand.

When I play my hand,
you won't see it coming.

MITCH: That's your idea
of cooling things down?

Nobody said I was a diplomat.

I'd like to ask you a few
questions about a Dwight Manfredi.

Whatever you're
doing, you gotta stop.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)