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I am absolutely,

100% not guilty.

I find him innocent.

Not guilty, dude.

Is everyone high here?

You chose to have a mock trial in a weed shop.

Is it a crime to do something nice for somebody?

We the jury find the defendant,

Dwight Manfredi, not guilty.

Give my best to Thresher.

This is goodbye. I'm being transferred

-to Anchorage. -Alaska?

What do you want from me?

It's 30,000 in cash.

I like to help people.

We have a visitor.

You don't even want to offer me a taste?

Tulsa belongs to me.

I'm gonna send Carl back with a proposition.

Be good for both of us.

Time for a regime change.

Just get Dwight outside, and I'll take care of the rest.

Mr. Bevilaqua sends his regards.

What'd I miss?

Me. Hopefully.

You sure you're good?

Yeah, man, I'm good, man.

Yeah.

-All right, dude. -All right.

I'll see you later, Tyson.

So how'd it go?

Mission accomplished.

Mm. How was Tyson?

Kid did good.

All right, you know what to do, hang around here,

-keep your eyes open, okay? -Yes, sir.

Dwight?

What are you doing up?

-Were you waiting for me? -Couldn't sleep.

Which is what happens when I feel things are off.

Nothing's off.

Did you forget who you're talking to?

No, I don't forget.

But I'm beat. I need to get some sleep.

This feels like the old days.

You know? The bad old days.

What are you talking about, bad old days?

Everything's fine.

Dwight, I know you.

I know you like I know myself.

We're in a high-security neighborhood

and you've got muscle parked outside.

Jesus Christ, Dwight, you were lucky to get off

the last thing and now there's something else?

There's no problem, I promise you.

Are we in danger?

-Answer me that. -No.

That's not true.

-What do you want from me, Jo? -How about the fucking truth?

If you have a problem, everybody around you does.

What happened?

Things went sideways.

Meaning what?

Meaning I took out a made man

from Kansas City,

'cause he was coming for me.

Uh, how did it start?

This shit doesn't just happen.

He wanted part of our action.

Part of my business.

Well, does he run things around here?

He did.

But I told him "No more."

So you provoked, and then you killed one of theirs?

They're coming for you.

Or your people. Or us.

I-I need to think.

Okay?

What up, Pop? What you got going on this morning?

Oh, you stay over?

Yeah, I was in the neighborhood.

Just figured I could come crash with y'all for the night.

Yeah, well, the van wouldn't start,

needed a new alternator, and now I'm late for work.

Come here, maybe you can learn something.

All right, so, once it's in,

you reattach the belt, reconnect the wires.

-Right, right, right. -Right? And once that's done,

you replace and tighten the negative battery cable.

You listening to me?

Yeah, you...

-What'd I say? -Yeah, the-the cable,

the-the cable, it's...

Boy, get behind the wheel. All right?

And turn the ignition

when I give you the signal.

-Not before. -All right, let me know.

All right, crank it.

Come on.

Yeah.

Huh? You hear how smooth that engine is?

It's like it's saying "Thank you."

More like begging for mercy.

Ain't it time to trade this in?

You done had it about ten years now.

-Ten? -Yeah.

Try 16.

And ain't nothing wrong

with it a little elbow grease can't fix.

Dad, you-you-you bust your ass. You deserve a new ride.

Ah, shit, I ain't owned a ride in my entire life.

Right? I've only had workhorses

so I can keep the lights on in there.

Here, let me...

let me just give you a few dollars.

Boy, put that back in your pocket.

Dad, I'm here doing laundry every week.

The least I can do is give you a contribution.

Well, when I'm gone, you can help take care of your mother.

-Meantime, I got to get to work. -Me, too.

Is that what you calling it?

Go on, get to work.

Good. Good, good. Harder.

Put the hand on the should...

and turn it over like a screwdriver.

It... very good.

On the back foot, now twist that hand.

-My turn. -Step into it. Relax there,

grasshopper, you'll get your turn.

Now you're knocking them dead. I like that.

What on Earth are you teaching them, Dad?

I'm teaching them how not to lose their lunch money,

-like I taught you. -Is that right?

-Yeah. -Well,

they'll be attending a school

with a zero-tolerance policy for violence.

Plus I want to teach them some conflict resolution.

Well, nothing resolves a conflict

like a good smack in the chops, guys.

That takes care of everything.

How about telling your teachers?

Wait a minute. Ratting?

I have zero tol... Look at me, guys.

No ratting. You understand? No cheese-eating.

You never drop a dime on anybody. You got it?

-Don't be a snitch. -All right.

Go get ready.

-Yeah, lesson's over. -All right.

Go kick some ass.

See you later, champs.

-Am I going? -You're coming, too.

Go get ready. Let's go.

So she goes, "You're very insulting."

I said, "What's the difference between a cocktail waitress

and a stripper? About two and a half weeks."

What the fuck is funny?

You got nothing else better to do

than sit around all day, tell fucking jokes?

Fuck's with you?

Goodie didn't happen.

Fucked us over.

What do you mean, it didn't happen?

He killed Caputo.

Bevilaqua's guy.

Dwight's still alive?

Lying sack of shit.

Fucking Roy Rogers calling me.

B.B.

Did you know?

Look, I-I-I just found out.

What's that mean?

You're in on it or you're just fucking stupid?

-Hey, easy. -No, fuck "easy."

I woke up this morning

with a dead body at the foot of my driveway.

-What if my wife saw that? -Jesus, Bill.

I can't even give him a proper funeral.

-You didn't kill him. -Does that matter?

I need to be involved in a murder investigation

-like I need a second asshole. -Bill...

You told me this guy Goodie was on board.

All right, I thought I could trust him.

He seemed to go along with the plan.

I'll make things right, okay?

Make it right? How you gonna make it right?

Y-You gonna bring Carl back?

My right fucking arm!

Can you give me a minute? Huh?

I'll get back to you

by the end of the day with a proposal.

No, fuck proposals!

I want results!

You understand me?

I want Manfredi dead.

Hello?

He fucking hang up on you?

Backward-ass hillbilly.

All right, where to, boss?

Bred-2-Buck?

No, let's...

go to Bodhi's first.

I thought Mitch was riding with us to the wind farm.

No, we'll get him on the way back.

I got to talk to the guys,

let 'em know what the hell is going on.

-Yeah, no shit. -I'm getting tired

of making this speech, to be honest with you.

-What do you mean? -Oh, you know,

"Watch your back," "We're on high alert,"

and all this other bullshit.

It's like my temper...

my temper gets me in trouble.

I bring a bazooka

when a fucking peashooter would do.

A peashooter wouldn't have stopped

-that motherfucker last night. -Nah.

I'm talking about before, with Bevilaqua?

You know, I could've cut a deal that I could live with

instead of telling him to go fuck himself.

Look, I don't know you all that well, but I know

you ain't a guy to do anything halfway.

If you want, I could talk to everybody.

I don't know.

Let me think about it, you know.

Hey, you know what "Bevilaqua" means,

whatever his fucked-up name is? "Hot water."

Fucking guy is in hot water.

-Hot water? -Mr. Jacuzzi.

-Jacuzzi man. -Jacuzzi man.

Hey, listen up, sorry for the buzzkill.

The Higher Plane is now closed,

and please leave through the front door.

If you come back in an hour, though, you can get some

free, whatever, gummies, something like that?

Here you go, pal, happy birthday.

Here you go, take off. Hey.

What are you doing here? How you doing, pooch?

I thought you were on the wagon.

I stopped drinking. Weed calms me down.

That's good.

Fred, lock the door and put up the closed sign, please.

I need to talk to everybody.

Where the hell is Grace?

Food poisoning.

Uh, excuse me, why did we kick out our customers?

What's going on? What is happening?

We might have some trouble coming our way.

-What is it this time? -Last night

someone tried to take me out.

We handled it.

But these guys are serious players.

-And they can keep coming... -Okay, no.

I'm done. Fuck this.

Wait, wait, wait, I-I got this.

I got this.

Who the fuck are you talking to in there, man?

I was talking to Dwight.

-That's our boss. -That is your boss!

He's my fucking partner.

I didn't sign up for this shit.

I didn't sign up for anything. He fucking extorted me.

-You're a criminal, too. -White-collar shit.

Fucking stolen crypto,

weed, pilfered goods.

Not murder.

-He was attacked, man. -And then he handled it?

You think I don't know what the fuck that means?

-You're better off not knowing. -Yeah, well,

that's very considerate of you

not to make me a fucking accessory.

Man, we in this together.

Whether you like it or not.

I don't.

Well, I guess you got a decision to make.

It's okay?

I don't know.

-All right, I got it. -I got this, all right?

So, look, we done been down this road before.

But I guess I got to clarify some shit for y'all.

We in a dangerous business.

Most of the time

things are fine.

But sometimes the shit can hit the fan.

Last night it did hit.

Due to a heavy wind that blew this way from Kansas City.

Are we talking, like, Mafia?

Yes.

The boss of that city,

he somehow made it up in his head that

Tulsa belongs to his family.

Well, it doesn't and it never will.

It belongs to our family.

So if any of you want to leave...

...there's the door.

All right, I got it from here.

Are you okay?

I'm good.

-Oh, fucking shit. -All right, y'all.

Let's-let's pick up Mitch and get on the motherfucking road.

-Let's do it. -Calm down.

-Where you guys headed? -Galena.

We got wind turbines. It's a business investment.

Yeah, we're, uh,

using them to power our new hydroponic weed farm.

Fuck.

Explain this to me.

Nothing but grow

until you reach...

here.

What is that?

They're poppies.

Poppies?

You're a minor partner here.

Where the hell do you get the balls

to manufacture heroin on my land without my permission?

It's deep within the grow.

No one can see it.

I can see it.

Do you have any idea what the penalty is for this?

We pay off the right people.

People you know.

It's nothing, no problem.

I don't like it.

There are millions to be made.

Get rid of it now.

Sure.

It's your land.

We work for you.

Something else. A few of the guards

caught two of the trimmers stealing.

Yeah, great, we'll take care of that later.

But right now get that shit off my land.

It's done.

Bill. Bill.

Bill!

Linda Caputo's been calling.

So?

Carl didn't come home last night.

Okay.

Do you know where he is?

How do I know?

I don't know.

Can you please stop doing that for a second?

-Bill! -Oh, Jesus, Sandy!

Do you see I'm trying to do something here?

Can you call him at least?

Carl? Why?

Because Linda's worried, I told you.

Well, then you-you call him. I'll give you his number.

What the fuck you want from me?

Oh, I don't know, a little compassion maybe?

Why are you busting my balls about this?

We're just trying to find out where he is.

Well, I'm not his secretary, okay?

I'm not responsible for the choices

that Carl makes, understood?

He's a big boy, makes his own decisions.

Is he coming home or not?

I don't know.

Long ride.

Yeah, but it's pretty nice out here

-if you're a cow. -Yeah, if you're a cow.

-Hey, Tyson? -Yo.

What's that noise you're listening to?

Come on, man, it's cool. It's-it's music for the soul.

-You know what I'm saying? -Oh, is that right?

-I grew up on it. -Well, if you say so.

Bodhi?

Bodhi?

He can't hear you.

He's got the buds in.

Bodhi!

What the fuck, man?

Why?

What are you listening to?

What does it matter?

Well, I'm curious.

What is it?

Phish.

-Fish? -Yes.

They calm me.

Come on, man, you can't listen to a fish.

How gullible do you think I am?

How do you listen to a fucking fish...?

Phish. It's a band.

Phish with a "P-H."

Phish with a "P-H," you know?

Mitch, that's a very misleading fucking name.

-Hey, I agree, I agree with you. -You got to admit that.

-It's not, you know, normal. -It's a great name.

They're an improvisational rock band

inspired by The Grateful Dead.

Maybe you should check them out.

So...

-So? -So...

So...

How many of those have you had?

Ah, too many, I'll tell you that.

Way too many.

Listen, you want to know

how music started? Where it all began?

Do I have a choice?

40,000 years ago or maybe a few thousand years

more than that,

the first instrument was, like, a flute

made out of bird bone.

Can you imagine?

Some poor guy, birds flying along,

this caveman grabs it

and starts playing its leg.

Yeah.

Thank you for that anecdote.

And now my life is complete.

That's sarcastic.

Hey, guys, you know, music

changed my life.

Buckle up, here we go.

There was this song called

"On the Road Again."

And it wrecked me.

-By Canned Heat? -Yeah!

-Canned Heat, exactly. -Oh, shit.

Music wrecked me, okay? That song wrecked me.

Yo, watch the...

-Relax. -Are we done?

No, certainly not. That's the song!

A little mood music.

Oh, that fucking song.

This is the song.

Can you believe it?

In 1968,

I'm down on the Lower East Side.

I'm looking for a club to go into, 'cause I'm bored.

I'm also a little drunk.

Actually I'm fucking smashed!

So I go into this place,

walk in there, you know,

world-class dump.

Listen to this.

Do you know that the Lower East Side at one time

was considered the gateway to America?

-Why would I know that? -Gateway to America?

No, I don't think so.

That's beside the fucking point.

Let's get back to the club.

I'm walking across this bar

and it's black and it's dark

and they don't have a fucking stage,

there's no stage.

So, there's this speaker sitting there,

it's sitting on the floor, dusty, made of plywood, gray.

I mean, the whole fucking place is dismal.

I sit down and I fall into the speaker, I fall asleep.

I'm there sleeping, and then all of a sudden...

And ever since that time,

my right ear has been ringing

consistently, right?

I hate that band.

You can't blame the band for that.

Blame? Yeah.

Well, here's how it works, okay, on Earth?

Actually, that's how the fucking solar system works.

Anybody, anywhere, anytime,

can blame anybody else for anything

so they aren't responsible.

It's a pile of lies.

The end.

No more lollipops for Dwight.

-No, no... -Gimme.

-You're cut off. -Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.

That's it, you're done. You're cut off.'

-Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. -No more.

Okay.

I guess it's naptime.

I could use a nap anyway.

Good. Sleep it off.

Yeah, you know what? Take him in to get reshod.

That gait's a little wonky.

-Armand. -Mr. Thresher, how are you?

Please, call me Cal.

-Good to see you. -Margaret here?

Uh, I'm not sure. Uh, she was here earlier.

Sometimes she ducks out when she has an appointment.

-How's the family, the kids? -Everybody's great.

-Thanks to you. -Yeah.

Do you want me to take out Hunter

or one of your other ones?

I'm actually here to see you.

Oh, what's up?

The story you told me the other day

about your family's...

What's this?

Just keep it. Think nothing of it.

I-I, this is...

Family, right?

Actually, I do have a question.

Manfredi, where does he get his product, exactly?

You know, for his weed store?

I have no idea, honestly.

Some place up north, I think.

Lot of places up north.

Yeah, I'm sure.

I know he's looking at a new spot near, um, Galena.

Some wind farm.

He's up there right now, actually.

-Galena? -That a bad thing?

No, just curious.

It's good to know what your competition's up to, right?

Thanks, Armand.

-Say hi to Margaret for me. -Yeah.

Fuck.

What are we gonna tell this prick?

-Who? Bevilaqua? -Yeah.

Why do we got to tell him anything?

-Dwight's his problem. -That's true.

We even tried to fuckin' help him.

I mean, Dwight ain't kicking up to us,

so how are we responsible?

Perception. You know?

W-We look fuckin' weak with him out there.

Except we're not.

What your old man would've did?

He would've told Bevilaqua to go fuck himself.

And the horse he rode in on.

"Get the fuck outta here."

Those fuckin' eyes.

You know,

my-my father wasn't as tough as you fuckin' think he was.

Pete?

Are you fuckin' kidding me?

I mean, he ain't here no more, right?

Who's in charge?

You are, of course.

And how did that come to pass?

-He died, your father. -Exactly.

He died.

Because I'm so fuckin' weak.

I mean, you should've seen him in that bathtub.

Like a-a wet baby chick,

fuckin'... fuckin' hair standing up.

Legs kicking like crazy.

Fuck you mean?

Nothing.

All's I'm saying is this:

There's only so much shit a man can take.

And that's from fuckin' anybody.

Eight.

Nine.

And ten.

Good.

Now we'll do some lunges.

One.

Two.

Three.

Who the fuck sent you?

Motherfucker.

How far away are we?

We almost there.

Oh, good.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm good, I've slept it off.

I am ready to do some business, clear as a bell.

Right, guys?

Yeah.

-Jimmy. -Hey, Dwight.

-How was the trip? -"How was the trip?"

What do you think, Bodhi?

I think it was kind of peaceful, don't you think?

I enjoyed it.

Meet Med Hat.

-Nice to meet you. -His son, Ahanu.

Guys, meet Dwight, Mitch, Tyson and Bodhi.

They call Dwight "The General."

Eh, don't believe everything you hear.

You better hope we never go to battle.

Well, that's up to your father.

Anyway, Jimmy told you why we're here, right?

He did.

In exchange for fronting your wind farm

on what's now considered Quapaw Nation territory,

we want 20% of all energy generated

to be diverted to tribal areas where it's most needed.

20%...

Reasonable.

We also want 20% of all your hydroponic weed profits.

Not reasonable.

I got another offer less than an hour ago.

From who?

White guy. One of your competitors.

His name wouldn't happen to be Thresher, right?

Could be. You interested or not?

Hey, yo, listen here, little man.

Go find an ice cream truck or something.

Keep your ass busy.

Fuck's that mean?

No. Relax.

Look, you know, we came up here

because we thought we had a deal.

You're growing marijuana on our land.

We deserve a share.

-"Deserve." Well... -Yeah.

In my culture,

we have a different definition for the word "deserve."

Well, you have people have different definitions

for everything in your culture,

depending what you're trying to steal from us.

Oh, hey, not stealing anything, pal.

I think we ought to push the pause button.

What do you think, Chief?

Let's do that.

So what the fuck do you think?

With five, ten K wind turbines,

we're looking at optimally... and I do mean optimally...

750,000 kilowatt hours per year.

Minus the Quapaw tax, we've got 60 for our own use.

It's pricy, but doable.

Enough to fuel our other interests?

I can make it work.

You can?

Okay, this Thresher is really getting to me.

You and me both.

Mr. Manfredi, before you continue,

my son has something he'd like to say.

I'm sorry the way I spoke to you.

It was... disrespectful.

Hey, apology accepted. No problem.

Now, I know you want 20%, but how about this?

10% and you get 2% a year for the next five years

and then you're whole at 20.

Very nice.

Wind and grow, 20, 20.

Or I accept my other offer.

Straight up, man,

the guy who offered you the last deal

-is a douchebag. -That's correct.

It's not my problem.

There's a tribal grant program for $2.5 million dollars.

These turbines need repair.

We can help with that.

Deal.

Great, General.

-Hey. -It's a shame

Custer wasn't half as reasonable, eh?

Now, see, he was a douchebag.

That's the problem.

See you guys later.

-See you around. -Later, guys.

Who the fuck sent you, huh?

Who the fuck sent you? Bevilaqua?

Speak!

Fuck are you trying to say?

Uber Eats. Uber Eats.

I'm delivering for Uber Eats.

Sorry.

I was expecting somebody else.

What the fuck?

Man, what kind of name is Med Hat, anyway?

-Med Hat? -Yeah.

That's a good question.

What do you think, Mr. Wizard?

Uh, Medicine Hat. It's a city in Canada.

Alberta, I think.

Look, anybody named after a city, that's weird.

Uh, Eugene Levy.

Sydney Pollock.

Indiana Jones.

-Like, who else? -Enough, enough.

Do you want to stop for a second?

How's it going with that hydroponic thing?

When are we gonna get it up and running?

Uh, it depends on the condition of the turbines,

but I'd say maybe two weeks

to get the hydroponic set up,

and then, seed to market, maybe four months,

depending on the strain.

-Let's call her five. -Okay.

My sister's been thinking about getting into the weed business.

What do you think?

Does she have any experience?

Sorta. She got so high once,

I saved her from falling off a balcony

during a Led Zeppelin concert at the Fillmore East.

Does that qualify?

That's a start.

How about sales?

Oh, she can sell.

She belonged to the Girl Scouts,

believe it or not.

She sold more cookies than all the troopers,

or whatever they're called, put together.

How'd she do that?

She set up a table outside

a Weight Watchers building.

-Crazy. -Cleaned 'em out.

Just cleaned 'em out.

-They ate everything. -Fucking genius.

Okay.

So you think you can do that?

Do I have a choice?

Not really.

-Yeah, I figured. -Listen.

Yeah.

Why don't we drive to Donnie Shore's?

Now, that's what I'm talking about.

We finna get a new car?

Oh, we're fixing to get about

200 new fucking cars.

-Yes, sir! -Yeah!

Two hundred. Here we go.

Hey, Donnie.

We're back. How are you?

Got enough pictures of yourself?

Mr. Manfredi.

Mitch.

So Mitch tells me you're interested

in selling this joint.

Now, th-this ain't gonna be one of those

"offer I can't refuse" situations,

is it?

Sense of humor.

No, this is gonna be

an arm's-length transaction.

Oh. Well, then, if the price is right,

I-I think anything's possible.

-Oh, good. -Good.

So, what do you make a year in this place?

Before or after you moved to Tulsa?

He's killing me.

Let's say before.

Very nice.

All right, and what are you asking for the place?

Ouch.

That seems a bit high, don't it, Donnie?

Be-Because the real value is in my licenses.

See, we're grandfathered in perpetuity

to sell GM products.

Just for this place?

In this place or a hundred others,

no restrictions.

Those licenses,

they're transferable?

One hundred percent.

I mean, you'd have to get approval

from their rep, but that's just a formality.

Formality?

Okay, let's say we buy this place.

Would you be willing to stick around

until we get rolling?

Well, uh...

a-as long as I'm in Florida by winter.

Oh, you will be. One last question.

Would you buy a car from this guy?

Sure would.

-Then we got a deal. -Aw, you charmer.

Good answer.

Gotta get this place cleaned up,

get him home.

You sure you don't need help loading him into the car?

I'll manage.

-Well, take it easy. -Yeah.

You, too.

Chickie.

Chick.

Yeah?

Chickie.

He's out at the moment.

-This Vince? -Speaking.

You up to speed?

-Tulsa. -Tulsa.

Your boss was supposed to call me back, make things right.

I haven't heard a peep.

Makes me think maybe I put too much weight

in the relevance of New York nowadays.

Where is Nero?

Is he dodging my calls?

You came at the king and you missed.

Fucking blew it.

I fucking blew it?

Who gave me the information on this fucking Goodie?

Well, regardless, okay?

You got our friend in Tulsa on heightened alert.

Makes things tricky.

It sounds like there's a suggestion in there.

Conversation.

With all interested parties.

You mean us.

You and me.

For starters.

I'll reach out again through proper channels.

Hey, Mitch.

What's up, buddy?

Am I in too deep?

What do you mean?

Well, I can't leave well enough alone.

I keep pushing. I'm like those guys

that jump out of a friggin' airplane.

No common sense.

Well, some people are born without it.

Yeah, that's me.

My father, he was a barber. Good guy. Worked hard.

My mother? Couldn't ask for a better mother.

She cooked great, took care of me.

Clothes were always clean, roof over my head.

"Better go to church." I did.

And I turn out to be a fucking gangster?

It's a dilemma.

You're Columbus, my friend.

What's that, an Italian dig?

No, come on. I mean...

You're a seeker.

Marco Polo. Whoever the fuck.

They spent their entire lives just searching for something.

And then when they finally find that something,

they're never satisfied.

They have to hurry up, go out,

find the next thing, the bigger thing.

The better thing.

Until they sail over the edge of the Earth.

Maybe because they might.

Now, danger, it's intoxicating.

That's for sure.

That little feeling in the pit of your stomach

where shit's about to hit the fan.

Yeah, somewhere in between exhilaration and panic.

That's the dilemma.

But there's nothing like it in the world.

What's the status on the field?

Which field?

Poppy.

Getting to it.

Well, when you do, I want my cut.

Fifty percent of everything you've made so far.

Poppies were not part of our arrangement.

Anything grown on my soil is our arrangement.

Your soil?

You are richly compensated.

We owe you nothing more than what was agreed to.

Maybe you've forgotten I've got the U.S. Attorney

in my back pocket.

Don't force my hand, Jackie.

You won't like it.

They're ready.

So these are the thieves.

You all came here for a better life.

Translate.

Work, food, shelter.

An opportunity for those who show proper work ethic.

I offered you the American fucking dream,

and all I asked in exchange was one thing: No stealing.

Pretty simple. One rule.

Do not steal, or be prepared to pay the consequences.

Now, these men, well...

...they got greedy.

These men thought that they can make even more money

by stealing from me.

These men made a big mistake.

So, let this be your lesson.

What the fuck? What are you doing?!

This is what happen when my hand is forced.

No one takes money from my pocket.

The poppy stays.