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This is so weird.

Why is she here?

Emotional support.

For who?

Surprise!

You have an employee who failed

to report theft of an asset worth $7 million dollars.

Every company has a version of Tommy.

You cannot function without one.

- Kill the well. - Take a pill.

You got yourself a new crew yet?

Not yet. I'm looking for one.

You just wrestled them.

I need to see the crash site.

They sent an expert in causation of liability.

They're looking for someone to blame.

They're gonna blame it on you.

You got to get this attorney

on your side, Tommy.

You're the worm.

Elvio did a very good job of describing you.

You're Ariana.

You ever put your arm

around my cousin's widow again,

I'll fucking kill you.

Honey, if you tell me you want to try again,

I'll try again.

All right, guys, sway those hips out.

And open those legs a little bit.

Sink into that bend.

Rock it out. How you feeling, ladies?

- Good. - Feel good.

You ready?

Now roll it out. Big circles. Big.

Stretch out those hamstrings. Other way.

There you go. Bring it around town.

Again.

And we're gonna roll it to the right, girls.

You know what to do.

Roll with it. A big one.

Faster, together.

Roll with it.

- Let's warm it up, y'all. - Yup.

Hey, we're at the courthouse, right?

No, we're at the attorney's office across the street.

All right, well, text me the address.

Now get lower!

How long is your family staying, Tommy?

Only one of 'em is my family, and I don't know.

Okay, well, see,

the house is essentially my office, and they are...

How best to put this?

Disrupting your workspace.

Well put, yes.

When they twerk in the living room

in their fucking underwear, it disrupts my workspace.

Okay, I'll talk to 'em.

I don't want you to talk to them, Tommy.

I want you to get them out of the house.

This is a liability cluster bomb.

I'm working on it.

Work faster.

I'll see you at the deposition.

- Morning, Neil. - Nathan.

Nate. Either way.

Are you, uh, enjoying your workout?

Just keeping the peach plump, Nate.

Well, that's nice. Oh.

I just...

- And again. - Um...

Work that spine.

Not-not looking. I just need to...

get my files.

- Back to the center. - Excuse me.

- You have a good day, now. - Arch that back.

Yes.

Pretty wound up, that one.

Old men are so cute when they're shy.

There you go.

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Why didn't you report

the theft of the King Air?

I did report it.

This is a copy of a report filed

with the FAA.

Note the date.

Yes, we have this.

Why did you not report it to local authorities?

Because local authorities have no jurisdiction.

It's the responsibility of the FAA

to report any theft to local law enforcement

if, in fact, it was a theft.

I don't own or manage the plane.

I don't control the manifest.

And as far as I know,

it could've been chartered or leased out.

Objection. Speculation.

If you didn't want an answer,

you shouldn't have asked the question, number one.

Number two, this is a deposition.

Who was your objection directed toward?

It's directed toward your client.

Which is to say it's directed toward me.

In that case, objection is overruled.

Isn't it fun being out of law school?

Maybe you should go back

since you clearly do not understand

how a deposition works.

He is testifying under oath

to questions you ask.

The only person who can object is me.

- I can tell him not to answer-- - You can advise.

And his failure to answer questions

will be addressed in court.

Which it should be.

Instead of wasting our fucking time in deposition.

Can we pause recording?

Can counsel speak?

By all means.

Let's step into the conference room.

- Have a seat. - I'm fine.

Listen, hon, we were playing the pissed-off litigator

while you were still being bathed by your daddy.

My father died before I was born,

defending your right to say offensive and sexist remarks

like the ones you just uttered here

in front of six witnesses,

all of whom are attorneys and three of whom are women.

So if this is how you talk to a woman

in front of a court reporter...

...I wonder what interesting tales they have to tell

about those late-night discovery sessions.

Let's just take the temperature down a notch.

Take the temperature down?

We are not the ones who are seeking depositions.

Let me point the facts of this case out to you, all right?

Your driver used a private road,

owned and constructed by my client, without permission.

- We had permission. - I've seen no such documents

- submitted by counsel. - Permission was verbal.

- Permission from who? - Tommy Norris.

Would you ask Mr. Norris to come in here, please?

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- Listen, let's-- - I'm done speaking to you.

May I speak?

Feel free.

I know where you're going with this,

and you need to understand, a verbal agreement

is legally binding in the state of Texas.

If it can be proven.

Did you give permission for TTP

to use our cutoff to Highway 285?

When 302 was closed for night construction,

they asked if they could use the bypass, and I allowed 'em to.

Did they ask for that courtesy to be extended

beyond the closure of the highway?

They did not.

Were you, or any M-TEX employees, aware

of their continued use of the road?

I wasn't, but I can't speak for anybody else.

You had restricted permission,

which had expired.

You made no request to extend it.

The plane in question was reported stolen

and was in possession of the thieves

at the time of the accident.

But even if it hadn't been stolen,

we could land it in the middle of the road whenever we want.

It's our fucking road.

You had no right, easement, lease,

nor permission to use the road.

To assert otherwise is false,

and the mere insinuation we were complicit

in the theft of the plane is defamatory

and will be treated as such.

Not to mention multiple attempts, on record,

of your partner making a derogatory statement

about my gender and stating that I bathed with my father,

falsely insinuating an incestuous

and criminally sexual relationship

with a deceased Army Ranger.

Uncle. We get it.

Do you?

Think they hired me 'cause I'm pretty?

I charge $900 an hour, you asshole,

and you're real close to learning why.

So, here's what you're going to do.

You're gonna drop this bullshit claim.

You, your client,

and your insurance company are going to circle up

and take your eight-figure settlement like men,

or I will sue this firm, your client,

and your insurance company for defamation, slander,

frivolous and malicious prosecution,

intentional infliction of emotional distress,

mental anguish, and...

anything else I can come up with.

And when this is over in seven years,

you will be disbarred

and I will hang your law degrees over my fucking toilet.

Ah, shit.

I'm sorry. Sorry.

Would you draft up the settlement, please?

And make sure it's withdrawn with prejudice.

Oh, no one is leaving but me.

Draft the settlement here, have them sign it here.

Don't you want to be here to negotiate the language?

We're not negotiating language.

This is a surrender.

They sign what you write,

and I'll be waiting at the courthouse

with CBS News if they don't.

Is that how you play pissed-off litigator?

Didn't think so.

You're good to go, Tommy.

Rebecca?

So, I'm done with my deposition?

Everyone's done with the deposition.

You want to go have a drink?

A drink?

Yeah. Let's go have a drink.

To... what? Discuss the next eight-figure lawsuit

we're facing because of you?

Not because of me.

You stand in the fall guy position.

That makes them about you.

Well, that's not what I want to talk about, anyway.

Well, what do you want to talk about?

Shit, I don't know. Just talk.

You know, about you, the weather. Shit, I don't know.

The weather in West Texas? Hot.

What else are we gonna talk about?

Um...

Well, your dad was an Army Ranger. Start there.

My father is an investment banker in Chicago.

I made that shit up.

You know, I didn't give you enough credit.

Nobody does.

Look, I'm a fairly goal-oriented person,

in case you didn't notice, so I need to understand

the purpose of this drink.

There's no purpose, I just enjoyed watching you,

and I thought we'd give a little toast

to a pretty one-sided ass-whipping, that's all.

Hmm. 60-year-old, two-pack-a-day smoker

who's living in a rent house in Midland, Texas

is not how I've drawn up my dream man.

And if you're thinking something a little more casual,

you're up against a little toy the size of a lipstick case

that doesn't talk back and never makes me sleep in the wet spot.

Well, you lawyers sure do think shit through, don't you?

I barely got past a beer, which, by the way,

I'm gonna have whether you're with me or not.

I'll follow you.

Fair enough.

This is the worst spring break ever.

We could go get pedicures.

You think there's Asian women in Midland?

Good point, baby.

Well, I don't know.

We could go to the country club.

Yeah.

That's my girl.

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Is that what I think it is?

It depends on what you think it is.

I think it's a felony.

It's what you think it is.

Hey, Dan.

How's the wife?

Is she still going through her chemo?

Piece of shit.

What, y'all quit policing the wildlife around here?

What the fuck? What did I do to you?

Don't come over here. If you're gonna sell your ass,

do it over there.

- I have an open tab. - I don't give a shit.

Hey, can you just go back to your seat over there, ma'am?

- Appreciate you. - Fucking asshole.

Man, there's nothing I can do, all right?

She put down a credit card on her tab.

As long as she keeps buying drinks, we can't kick her out.

Did you bother to check her I.D.?

Geez, why didn't I think of that?

Yeah, I checked her fucking I.D.

This fucking bartender.

You're telling me she's 21?

What I'm telling you is that her I.D. says she's 21,

just like most of your crew have valid Social Security numbers.

Touché.

Do you want another?

Yeah, I might as well.

Girl's right. You're an asshole.

Maybe she doesn't have any other choice.

Are you shitting me?

Look around this place. You see all these waitresses

working their asses off for a third of what she makes?

No, she had a choice and she chose the shortcut,

which is always the longest road.

Boomtowns.

Hell, we're not any different than Tombstone

or Dodge City or San Francisco.

First comes the dreamers, then the bankers,

then the salesmen, then the sharks,

then the desperate, and then the thieves.

What happens in a bust?

Well, you want oil to live above 60 but below 90.

And don't get me wrong,

we're still printing money at 90, but...

gas gets up over $3.50 a gallon, it starts to pinch.

It hits a hundred, every product in America

has to readjust its price.

$78 a barrel, that's about perfect.

You know, brings enough profit to keep exploring,

but it don't sting as much at the pump.

Unless, of course, you're in California.

I mean, they tax the shit out of it out there.

It could be $45 a barrel, and it's still four dollars to pump.

I don't know how those son-bitches do it out there.

2020, a barrel of oil was worthless.

This place became a ghost town.

And nobody's immune.

Kids have to quit college.

Trucks get sold or repo'd.

Houses, too.

People quit going to the doctor

'cause they lost their insurance.

Yeah, a bust affects everything in a town like this.

Even the lifespan of the population.

The smart ones, they pay cash for everything

and then sock away enough to ride out the troughs,

but there ain't that many smart ones.

This is how you have a celebration drink?

Well, shit, you asked.

- Mrs. Norris. - Oh, I'm Mrs. Russo now.

Ah, yes.

The club is closed for a private event this evening.

Really?

- Yes, ma'am. - What's the event?

The private kind.

Let's go.

Where are we going now?

Who cares? Not here.

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When I first went to work in the oil field,

there were three kinds of people:

worms, ginsels and skinheads.

So, Monty got in at $900 an acre

- on a 30,000-acre track in 2011. - Mm-hmm.

Started fracking and drilling horizontals.

This whole area was played out.

They'd been drilling here since 1921.

Pretty worn.

Well, Monty's got a lease outside Midland

in an area they call the Delaware Subbasin.

He sold 10,000 acres in 2019

for $70,000 an acre.

$700 million dollars in one transaction.

And then, in 2020, he bought it all back

at ten cents on the dollar.

Wow.

Paid 'em with their own money. And he grew up with nothing.

Raised in a little trailer park in Pennsylvania.

He got a scholarship to play ball at Tech.

He was smart enough to know football

wasn't really a business, it was more of a dream, so...

I thought you said it's dreamers

who come to this place.

Well, it can be the dream,

but you got to have a plan, you know?

Most don't.

Monty always had a plan.

Matter of fact, I think he made more money

during the busts than he did the booms.

Evening, ladies.

- Evening. - Breakfast or supper?

Happy hour.

All right, my kind of table.

Two Tito's margaritas.

Tito's is a vodka.

I'm trying to behave.

Gotcha.

Y'all want some appetizers for the table?

Do you have anything keto?

Uh, shrimp cocktail is pretty keto.

Hmm. Little far from the ocean for seafood.

Well, we can fry 'em.

Kind of defeats the purpose, don't you think?

You know, they grind up them shrimp tails

and they put 'em in all those weight-loss pills,

so feet for tail, you ain't gaining a pound.

Is that true?

Proof is in the pudding, darling.

We'll do a basket of the shrimp.

You got it.

You learn something new every day.

That looks like Daddy.

That sorry son of a bitch.

You want another drink?

No, I got to drive, and so do you.

There ain't no alcohol in this.

Those are nonalcoholic?

Yeah, they're nonalcoholic if you're an alcoholic.

I swear to God, Barney is a trust-fund kid

that bartends for fun,

'cause he damn sure don't want a tip.

No, I divorced whiskey about nine years ago.

Remember us, motherfucker?

Matter of fact, the same week I divorced her.

You got a side piece?

Daddy, you don't have another daughter, do you?

First off, goddamn, girls.

No, honey, you're my only daughter.

And by the way, you have to have

a main piece before you can have a side piece,

and I ain't got either one.

This is Rebecca "Falcon."

She's an attorney representing the company.

Sounds like a fucking Marvel character.

It's pronounced "Fal-coney," and it sounds like it's Italian.

We just got out of court.

Well, it looks like it went well.

Why are you here?

We wanted a drink.

She's on spring break,

and she should be drinking. Come on.

This is Aledo's mother of the year,

in case you were wondering.

- Thank you. - Well, y'all enjoy it

'cause we're about to head out.

Together?

Well...

as a matter of coincidence,

we will be leaving the café at the same time,

and we're gonna get in different cars

and go to our respective homes.

Not that I owe you a fucking explanation.

Well, you don't want to stay for supper?

- No, honey. - Yeah, Tommy.

Stay for supper.

Your lawyer and her lips are welcome to join us.

No, I'm sure she'd rather go home

and push her cuticles back

with a fucking screwdriver.

I'd love to join.

Well... suit yourself.

We have a table right there.

Now, you know this has the potential

of becoming a real scene,

- you understand that, right? - Mm-hmm.

I have a funny feeling

I'm gonna learn a lot about you tonight, Tommy.

Let me get this.

I already got it.

***

Oh, stop, stop!

What's going on?

Stop work, fucking stop!

The fuck is going on, Antonio?

- Kill the rig! - Oh, shit, he hurt.

- Fuck. Fuck, fuck. - Now go get him, go get him.

He coming.

Ah, hurry up!

Get on the blocks, worm.

What?

Get on the blocks, worm.

Hold on tight.

Antonio, we're coming.

Shit.

You okay?

Now I got to unclip him.

Oh, fuck.

Lean back, lean back, lean back!

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

All right, all right, all right. Give him to me.

- I got him, I got him. - He's passing out!

- Hold on, hold on. - Take him down slow!

All right, let's go down!

I got him, I got him.

Oh, shit!

Fuck!

He's out, he's out!

I got him, I got him!

You got him?

What the fuck happened?

- Come right here. Come on now. - Oh, shit, his hand's fucked.

- Come on. - Watch his head.

Yeah, watch his head. Manny, you got him?

- Boss, get down here! - Yeah!

Cooper, get that front door open!

I'm coming.

I got him.

- Go, go, go, go. - Goddamn it!

God... Shit.

Keep that door open.

Come on, get him in.

Push.

We'll get him in.

You're all right, Tony.

- Yeah, pull. - You're all right, Tony.

He's in.

- Boss! - Yeah.

You get that rig running!

We need this well on line in the morning!

Yes, sir.

We're a man down!

That sounds like a problem, Manny.

I didn't ask you for a problem.

I asked you for a solution. Find one!

Fuck.

- Oh, fuck. - Fuck.

You know what a derrickhand does, right?

Yeah, f-feeds the pipe.

Put this shit on.

Feeds the pipe into the fingers of the derrick.

Just don't jam me the fuck up down here, you got it?

- I got it. - Okay.

My dream was to see George Strait in concert.

That was part of the dream.

The other part was climbing him like a cat

and riding that fine son of a bitch

until he had calluses on his thighs.

So, it's my birthday,

and we are flying high.

Oil's over a hundred a barrel.

- Hundred and forty-three. - Mm-hmm.

So Tommy says, "I'm gonna take you to Cancún.

Grandparents are gonna watch the kids."

You were two, I think.

Baby, you were just like a fat, little bug.

So we go to the FBO,

get on this plane, and I'm dressed for the beach.

Plane takes off, and not 20 minutes later

we're landing.

I look out the window,

we're in Lubbock.

Tommy says, "There's some issue with the plane.

Let's get something to eat."

So we go to the Overton Hotel,

and he says he's got a room.

Now, I think he's being frisky

'cause Tommy's still not above making a detour for a good poke.

Come on, honey, don't say that...

- Dad. - ...in front of people. God.

We go out to this giant suite

where there is a black sequin ball gown

laying on the bed.

And he says, "Put it on."

I do.

He comes out of the other room

wearing this tux.

And he says to me,

"I lied to you, baby.

We're not going to Mexico.

We're gonna stay right here in Lubbock,

and I'm gonna make one half of your dream come true."

He takes me down to the ballroom

where George Strait is playing a private event.

And we two-stepped that dance floor

with George Strait playing just for us.

Three weeks later,

the markets crashed and oil dropped to 30.

We lost everything.

And I do mean everything.

Shit, I just remembered, I got to go.

Can we get a ride back with you?

Well, it's gonna be a while yet.

I, uh, got to check on a rig, so...

- Oh, I can call an Uber. - I can give you a ride.

Well, I-I'll see you at the house, hon.

All right.

He doesn't like to talk about the bust.

No, I guess... I guess he wouldn't.

- Tommy. - Hey.

You just got one floor hand.

I had to send one up the derrick.

Derrickhand got smashed.

Dale took him to the hospital.

Is he gonna be all right?

As long as he can jack off with his left hand,

I guess, yeah.

Who is that?

Not my idea.

Manuel.

Is it going smooth?

Going smooth now.

Remarried?

What's your husband do?

Builds hotels.

Can I ask...

what you're doing here?

We're on spring break.

You're not his type.

You mean aside from the 30-year age difference?

Tommy needs calamities. You know, he needs blowouts.

He needs to control things that can't be controlled

to feel like a man.

Why are you so jealous of me?

Honey, I could sleep with your boyfriend

in front of you, and there's nothing

that you could do about it.

I mean, why are you jealous at all?

He's not your husband.

You have a different husband.

Fucking lawyers.

Burning the midnight oil, Nate?

One down, two to go.

Working out settlements for the Medina family.

Did they file suit?

Just getting ahead of it.

Do the right thing.

Well, those are two different things, Nathan.

You still awake, babe?

It's-it's crazy 'cause I-I believe you,

but then I-I kind of don't, you know?

Okay, what's wrong?

She's a quitter.

She's a fucking quitter.

Market crashes and she leaves you.

Finds the richest man who will have her.

Well, honey, there's more to it than that.

No, there isn't.

It's hard to describe what it means to lose everything.

Your house and your car.

We had to sell all of her jewelry.

And I was no picnic.

I hid in a bottle and didn't come out till she left me.

She was just trying to do the best thing

for you and your brother.

And it's not worth one tear out of you, hon.

Okay.

And it doesn't matter because...

even if there hadn't been a bust,

we would've still ended.

We're just oil and water. You know what I mean?

You get some sleep, honey.

I'll never quit you.

No matter what the market does.

I know you won't, baby girl.

***

Every damn woman in my life.

All right, let me have it.

We were great together, weren't we?

Honey...

We had a terrible marriage,

interrupted by brief moments of joy.

I mean, remember, you were pretty miserable

during the booms, don't forget.

You were always gone.

And I'll always be gone. That's the job, hon.

I mean, we had great sex

and I made you laugh, that was it.

I've lived the alternative.

I'll take great sex and a laugh any day.

What else is there?

Look, I don't have a side piece

and I'm not looking to be one myself.

I'm gonna leave him.

That's a pretty nice house he's got.

It's a five-minute walk to the fucking kitchen.

Big, nice jet.

The jet is nice, but...

successful relationships require a sacrifice.

It's gonna be hard to give up that Bentley.

The Bentley's in my name, baby.

This ain't my first rodeo.

Say yes.

It's a huge mistake.

Say yes.

I got three roommates.

Say yes.

Oh, fuck.

That's the plan, baby.

That's a lot of homework.

What are you doing?

Working. What the fuck?

Nate, that's your last cup of coffee.

Honey, please put some clothes on.

Somebody's gonna have a heart attack.

Well, I need to go shopping, then.

The only clothes I have were to seduce my boyfriend.

Don't have that problem anymore.

You certainly do not.

- Busy kitchen. - Yeah.

I'm going to my room.

Discretion's the better part of valor, Nate.

Oh, God.

What?

All right, we're gonna have a little fucked-up family hug?

Are we moving here for good?

Moving here for good, honey.

Wow.

Wow, you must've really pulled out the special sauce.

Daddy told me just last night how bad y'all are together.

Really?

Well, she was taking that out of context.

Anyway, I got a big day,

so I'm gonna get out of here.

Bye, honey.

- Hey. - Yeah?

Ow. Goddamn.

See you later.

Ah, yeah.

I must be out of my fucking mind.

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- Dale. - Yeah.

- What's it read? - Well, we just got it going.

And, uh...

Oh. Here we go.

- We got a fucking gusher, boys. - Yeah, we do.

Hey, how'd it go?

She's running.

Good.

Can you give me some numbers?

She'll pump over 250 a day. We're in a good pocket.

Well, I don't like gambling, but it paid off this time.

- Good work. - Thank you, sir.

***

How'd he do?

Stepped up when we needed him most.

Stepped up big-time.

That boy worked the derrick

like he'd been doing it all winter.

All right.

Well...

I want you to come see your mama.

She's still here?

She's gonna stick around a while.

We're gonna give it another shot.

Why would you do that?

'Cause that's how fucking stupid I am.

***

Yeah.

Cooper.

Yeah, who's this?

Ariana.

How are you?

Um... been better.

Uh, is there anything I can do?

Hello?

I need to see you.

Can you do that for me?

Yeah. Yeah, I can do that.

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