01x07 - Warr Acres

[bunniefuu]

He's gone.

You just destroyed my life.

Dwight is totally outta control.

Enough already. Take him out.

Him and his f*cking daughter.

His f*cking daughter?

If you were half the man he was,

this would've never happened.

All right, I'll go park,
I'll be up in a minute.

♪♪♪

A lot of people are
gonna get hurt, Goodie.

- So, how do we cool this down?
- Get on the next flight out here.

What happened with this Italian guy?

Territorial sh*t. They
tried to muscle in,

- Macadams fought back.
- We should alert the FBI.

Talk to your boyfriend, Carson Pike,

and get Waltrip to back the f*ck off.

Your boy Dwight, he
interested in sitting down

with Waltrip if I could arrange it?

If you, sir, had come
to me like a gentleman,

asked my permission.

No. This land belongs to you... and me.

No one said I was a diplomat.

[g*nshots]

He's done.

What do you think? That good enough?

Work of art.

All right. Let's get 'er in there.

Better get his jacket first.

So, was this a one-off?

Or one of many?

Too soon to tell.

Ready? Ciao.

DOCTOR: Bloodwork looks terrific.

How's the pain? Getting better?

It still hurts to swallow a little bit.

DOCTOR: Well, that'll
get better as time passes.

No more cigars, though, right?

And no screaming. Try
to rest your voice.

These are the kind of
calls I like to make.

Nothing but good news.

You take care of
yourself, Mr. Invernizzi.

You do that, then no reason

why you shouldn't live another years.

You hear that, Pop?

That's great.

[CALLING TONE]

- DWIGHT: Hello?
- TINA: Where have you been?

I've been calling for hours.

- What's the matter?
- Emory was mugged.

- What? When?
- Last night.

They b*at the sh*t out of him.

We're in the hospital.

You know, the last two years

the whole g*dd*mn city's going to hell.

- Is that Joanna? Is she with you?
- Yeah.

All right, that's good, that's good.

Now, I want you to tell
me exactly what happened.

He dropped me and the boys
off in front of the building.

And then he went to go park his car.

Way back, some guy att*cked him.

Okay, was it one guy, or more than one?

Oh, he doesn't know.

Walking down the street's the last thing

- he remembered.
- Did they take his...

did they take his wallet?

- Did they rob him?
- No.

What'd the doctor say?

A concussion, fractured ulnar,

bruised ribs, a few abrasions.

Listen...

I want you and Emory

and the kids to come to Oklahoma.

Wait, to Oklahoma?

- Because of this?
- Just as a precaution, Tina.

- Is there something you're not telling me?
- No, no, of course not.

Then no. Our life's here.

Look, I don't like this, Tina.

- It could be a warning.
- Yeah, well,

I'm not really having a ball myself,

but unless you give
me specific information

that you want to share,

I'm just going to chalk this down

to some horrible coincidence.

I don't like coincidences.

[SIGHS] I'll call you
if there's anything else.

All right. Yeah. Just...

Just call anytime.

TINA: Can you just keep
your phone on, please?

Hey.

Should I wrap something up in it?

Like a dead fish? Pike?

Northern? Flounder?

No, the... the jacket's enough.

[THEME MUSIC PLAYS]

MAN ON PA: The next train
to arrive on platform two

would be the ...

- Art Deco.
- TYSON: Art... Art who?

Art Deco, this building.

It's an architectural style.

My wife, Clara, she
knows all about this sh*t.

- She took design classes.
- Oh, that's... that's cool.

You think so? f*cking waste of money.

She works at Walmart now.

- You Tyson?
- Goodie?

- What the f*ck are you doing here?
- Relax. I live here.

Y'all good? Is everything...

It's fine. Old acquaintances.

I work with Dwight now.

Okay.

- I got to pat you down.
- What?

- I gotta search you.
- Nah, I don't think so.

One of the reasons I take the
train is to avoid sh*t like this.

- You got a g*n?
- What do you think?

I'm going to sit behind you in the car,

so don't do anything stupid.

[HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR RADIO]

How long is the ride?

It's about an hour and
a half, give or take.

Can I smoke?

Yeah, for sure, just
roll your window down.

- That's a nice ring.
- Thanks.

- What'd that set you back?
- Like a thousand bucks.

Hmm. That's a pretty penny.

So, seriously, what the
f*ck are you doing out here?

I was serious before. I live here.

Since ', when I left New York.

When you ran like mascara?

Yeah, what'd you get for staying, huh?

What'd I get?

I got my button.

And that makes me the f*cking augur

of the living and the dead.

[CALLING TONE]

VOICEMAIL: You've reached
Pike. Leave me a message.

[PHONE BEEPS]

Voicemail.

The f*ck is he?

[DOOR OPENING]

Where's Pike?

He never came home.

This was outside.

Open it.

The f*ck?

- ROXY: Oh...
- Pike's cut.

- MAN: f*cking b*llet holes.
- Oh, no!

- Oh, Jesus, no!
- Get her out of here.

- No, please, no!
- [SHOUTING] Get her out!

[SOBBING] No! No, please, no!

Holy sh*t.

I mean, can they just, like, do this?

I don't know if they can, but they did.

You guys clean up out here.

I got to go clean up my office.

[TENSE MUSIC PLAYS]

[SCREW CLATTERS SOFTLY]

[KEYBOARD CLACKING]

[MOUSE CLICKING]

[PHONE RINGING]

- [PHONE BEEPS]
- Hey, what's up?

[SOBBING] He's dead.
They f*cking k*lled him.

Hold on a second. Excuse me.

What are you talking about? Who's dead?

ROXY: They m*rder*d
him, he never came home.

Who? Roxy, I can't unders... Roxy. Who?

[SOBBING] Carson.

He went out last night to
send a message or something.

sh**t out a few windows.

f*ck. Where did he go?

Some cowboy bar where
the mob guy hangs out.

And this morning,

his jacket...

covered in blood and full
of f*ckin' b*llet holes.

They k*lled him.

All right, Roxy, I need
you to listen to me, okay?

It is very important that
you stay calm right now.

I'm going to text you an address,

and I want you to meet me there at :.

- Okay?
- Yeah.

And in the meantime,
stay away from Waltrip

and all those guys.

Understand?

Okay. [SIGHS]

I will see you there.

[PHONE BEEPS]

There he is. The General.

You tell that wig-wearing m*therf*cker,

he comes around my daughter again,

I will chop his f*cking head off.

Whoa, what happened? What
are you talking about?

My daughter's husband, last night.

Someone b*at the sh*t out of him.

I don't know anything about that.

- You think it's him?
- Chickie? Why?

- Why would he do that?
- Or that punk, Vince?

Pete would f*cking k*ll
them. They know it, too.

He stood up for you, by the way,

after that thing with Nico.

- Who did?
- Pete.

What about that thing with Nico?

Dwight, the guy was a piece of sh*t.

- Did you know?
- About him and Tina?

Of course not.

Come on, you've known
me since I'm a baby.

On my mother's eyes, Dwight.

I would have clipped him myself.

Nobody knew, I'm telling you.

All right, let's get something to drink.

I gotta say, I was a little surprised

- at who picked me up.
- The kid?

- GOODIE: Armand.
- Oh, no.

Listen, Armand, he's okay.

He's out here by coincidence.

Don't read anything into that at all.

- GOODIE: Fair enough.
- Drink for you?

Vodka, rocks, lime.

So, this your joint?

Well, me and my partner here.

Not bad.

Not bad at all.

I'll tell you, let me help.

I'll turn this place into the
second coming of the Flamingo.

You believe the balls on this guy?

He's not here five minutes

and already has designs on our place.

[LAUGHING] I'm sorry. Am I overstepping?

You overstepped when you
come over the threshold,

- you punk.
- Didn't you invite me here?

I'm breaking your balls.

- To some things never changing.
- [BOTH LAUGH]

[TENSE MUSIC PLAYS]

[ROXY SOBBING]

You're okay.

You're okay.

Come on, you're okay.

You're okay, come on.

You're gonna be okay, all right?

I need you to pull
yourself together for me.

Can you do that?

[SOBBING] Do you think there's any hope?

- Hope for what?
- Carson.

That he's not dead and maybe
they have him somewhere,

like, they're holding him or,

like, some kind of bargaining chip.

I don't think that's likely.

But maybe. You know, who knows?

Stranger things have happened.

Let's keep a good thought, okay?

And in the meantime,

we still have work to do, okay?

What?

Roxy, whatever happened
to Carson, I can...

Okay, I can lay this squarely

at Caolan Waltrip's feet, all right?

- I just need you to help me.
- I can't go back there.

I know, I know it's hard.

But you gotta do it one more time.

- Okay? Just get me something.
- Like what?

Anything. Anything at all.

Record a conversation, take pictures.

Just something incriminating.

[SIGHS] He has a laptop.

Waltrip. I saw it.

And what's on it?

I don't know, he was
looking at some numbers.

Banking stuff or something.

- Can you get it for me?
- I don't know.

Well, I need you to try,
okay? You have to try.

I want to be done with this sh*t.

We have an agreement, Roxy,
to keep you out of jail

and you gotta keep up
your end of the bargain.

How did my life get so f*cked up?

Hey, this is the last time, okay?

Don't do it for me. Do it for yourself.

- For Carson.
- [ROXY SOBS]

He deserves to have
that fucker put away.

All right, I'll see you
tomorrow morning at the diner.

: a.m. Do not be late, okay?

[LIGHTER CLICKS SHUT]

[PHONE RINGING]

[PHONE VIBRATING]

- Yeah?
- Pete, it's me.

It's him. Hang on.

Hey, it's me. You're on speaker.

The doctor wants him
to rest his vocal cords.

- Okay.
- How's it going?

- How's Tulsa?
- Listen, did you f*ck up Dwight's son in law?

- What?
- GOODIE: Tina's husband, someone tuned him up.

I don't know what you're talking about.

GOODIE: All right, forget it.

So, what do you got? You got any intel?

Well, this, you're not going to believe.

- f*cking Armand is out here.
- What?

Picked me up at the
station with some Black kid.

He works for Dwight now.

Well, how the f*ck did that happen?

He says he lived out here

and he ran into Dwight
when he showed up.

That sounds like bullshit.

He's making money, Dwight?

Yeah, he's doing okay. He's got a bar.

His partner's in a pot dispensary.

He's got a crew?

- Besides Armand?
- Yeah.

He gets his weed from the Indians,

some cowboy runs the bar,

and the Black kid drives him around.

It's like the f*cking Village People.

- Are you serious?
- Yeah, yeah.

And get this, Pete. The titsoon?

He's wearing the ring you gave Dwight.

- What?
- The pinky ring Dwight used to wear?

- The Black kid's wearing it.
- What, he gave it to him?

Unless somehow he got
the identical ring.

- But Dwight ain't wearing it.
- He wasn't wearing it in New York.

[WHISPERING] Pop, Pop, your voice.

Enough with my f*cking voice.

- Just trying to help...
- Will you shut the f*ck up?

Fine. Talk. Whatever.

What's his mood?

Honestly, Pete, I can't call it.

He's still hot about the Nico situation

and now he's riled up

with the son-in-law
getting att*cked.

Well, we had nothing to do with that.

I'm just saying.

He's his own man out here.

That much is obvious.

He's not going to be
controllable for much longer.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

[KNOCKING CONTINUES]

- Who is it?
- STACY: Stacy.

Did you k*ll Carson Pike?

Come in. Don't be shy.

- I asked you a question.
- Are you drunk?

Answer the f*cking question.

Who the f*ck do you
think you're talking to?

His girlfriend was an
informant for the A*F.

- My informant.
- So?

I could arrest you
right now, you know that?

[GLASS SLAMS ON TABLE]

Well, what are you waiting for?

You think the judge is gonna care

that Pike was a piece of sh*t?

This is Oklahoma, pal.

They'll fry your ass.

Exactly what do you want from me?

I don't know. I don't f*cking know.

Look, I know you're upset
and everything, but...

You completely f*cked my life.

- You realize that?
- I'm sorry. I didn't...

I don't believe that's true.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[PHONE RINGING]

[PHONE RINGING]

Hello?

[HEAVY BREATHING ON PHONE]

Hello?

[HEAVY BREATHING CONTINUES]

Okay, who the f*ck is this?

- [BREATHING CONTINUES]
- Hello?

[BREATHING CONTINUES]

- Hel...
- [LINE CLICKS]

[DIAL TONE BEEPING]

[RECEIVER CLICKS]

[PHONE CLANKING AND THUDDING]

[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

[STRAINING]

[DRAWER CLICKS]

♪♪♪

[KEYBOARD CLACKING]

[DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE]

You checking your email, love?

- [LAUGHING]
- [ROXY GASPING]

- You okay?
- Yeah.

Christ, I'm sorry, I
didn't mean to frighten you.

No, it's fine, I just...

[DRAWER CREAKS SHUT]

[ROXY PANTING]

Is there...

something you want to tell me?

- [ROXY SNIFFLES]
- Hey, come on.

Come on, can't be that bad.

- Come on.
- [ROXY SNIFFLES]

I was arrested...

about six months ago.

All right. I see, I see.

I'm sorry, I was so afraid.

[CRYING]

Yeah. You know, you look...

quite fetching in this light.

You must have noticed that...

I've had my eye on
you for some time now.

- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah.

You need a man, love, to...

look out for you and protect you.

No one knew that better than Pike,

but, you know, alas.

[CAOLAN SIGHS]

- I could be your old lady.
- Yeah?

Take care of you, anything you want.

[CHUCKLES] I'd fancy that.

- [ROXY CHUCKLES]
- Really would.

What are you doing?

Are you gonna cut me?

Am I going to cut... cut you? No, no.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

God, no. Heaven forbid.

It's all right, it's... hush.

There you go, okay.

[INTENSE MUSIC PLAYS]

[BANGING AND CLATTERING]

First, we use the curry comb, right?

To loosen the dirt, dead skin, whatever.

After that, it's this.

The body brush.

Short circular strokes, you see?

Yeah, you like that, Pilot?

GIRL: He does.

Here. Why don't you try?

I'll give it a sh*t.

- Somebody's up early.
- Yeah, I couldn't sleep.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Do you mind giving us a second?

- I'm gonna go get coffee.
- DWIGHT: Okay.

No better therapy than
taking care of an animal.

You saying I need therapy?

Well, if I'm wrong,
you'd be the first person

I ever met who didn't.

How long have you had this place?

Uh, on my own? Eight years.

It was my husband's... my ex-husband's

- before that.
- Ahh.

You know, you really
ought to ride this boy.

He really wants you to.

So, I was wondering if maybe...

I could buy you dinner tonight?

- Buy me dinner?
- Yeah.

Actually, that's occasionally

how we do it here in the st century.

All right, then. Let's do it.

I gotta clear my social calendar, but...

it can be done.

I will get your number from Army...

- or Armand and...
- Mm-hmm.

we'll make a plan.

Looking forward to it.

Me, too.

[HORSE BLUSTERS]

[CALLING TONE BEEPING]

- CAOLAN: Good morning.
- Hi. Is Roxy there?

I'm afraid she's not right now.

- Can I leave a message?
- I suppose you could.

But myself, I don't
see the point, really.

Who is this?

CAOLAN: You dialed the number for hell.

Darling, who did you think would answer?

♪♪♪

- Morning, everybody.
- Mornin', boss.

- How you doing, Fred?
- I'm good, sir.

Tired. I started the night classes.

I'm proud of you.

- Bodhi around?
- He's in his office.

You look very nice today, Grace.

- You think?
- DWIGHT: Definitely.

Yeah. Certainly do.

Ah, I see you, uh, you
got rid of the dreads.

Good man. My people will thank you.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

- There he is.
- Oh.

Hi.

- How you doing?
- Good.

Though I did notice that

the mountain of cash that was in my safe

never found its way
into those duffel bags.

Yeah, I was going to
tell you about that.

I got an idea for a new investment.

What are you looking
at me like that for?

You don't even know what I'm gonna say.

You're right.

This could be any number
of harebrained schemes.

Go on.

Where do you get the f*cking balls?

Seriously, I put guys in
traction for saying less.

But I'm the golden goose, Dwight.

You're not gonna hurt me.

Yeah, well, the golden
goose got whacked, pal.

Just saying. Want to hear my idea?

- Yeah.
- Okay. Read the book.

We partner up. You and me and Mitch.

We do renovations, get some girls,

a little live music.

Put a casino in the back.

- A casino?
- DWIGHT: Yeah.

- How's that going to work?
- Jimmy the Creek.

Put his name on the license and run it

through the National
Indian Gaming Commission.

- How much does that cost?
- The license? Nothing.

Maybe a half a million
bucks to grease the wheels.

Half a million dollars?

Listen, it may take a
little while to get it,

but it's gonna be f*cking worth it.

Think about it. When you own a casino,

you got a license to print money.

A license to launder it, too.

There you go.

Dwight...

are you familiar with NFTs?

- Crypto?
- Yeah, I don't like it.

- Why not?
- Because you can't see 'em.

You can't touch 'em, you can't feel 'em,

you can't put ketchup on 'em.

To me, they're not real.

They are very real,

even though you can't
pour ketchup on them.

- Do you buy Bitcoin?
- No.

I steal from other
people who buy Bitcoin.

[INTRIGUING MUSIC PLAYING]

DWIGHT: Holy sh*t.

Is that real?

Did you really think you were
the only criminal in Tulsa?

- [ORGAN MUSIC PLAYING]
- [FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

PRIEST: I thought that was you.

CHICKIE: Hey, Father.

- How you doing?
- Oh, fine.

We got the feast coming up, so, busy.

How's your father?

Cancer's gone.

He's got the COPD.

- Uses the t*nk.
- Ah.

- I'm sorry.
- Yeah.

Better than an ankle bracelet.

Always a tether in life.

You know, since my mom
passed, he's like this...

he's like this boulder

that I just can't get out from under.

The Lord doesn't give us more
than we can handle, Charles.

I don't know about that, Father.

I didn't want this, you know?

I wanted to join the army,

be a colonel, something.

I know he took your college fund,

squandered it.

He took more than that.

Took my soul.

My degrees.

The safest road to
hell is the gradual one.

The funny thing is...

like, Adam and Eve, he used an apple.

I was a little kid, we
were on Eldritch Street,

uh, where he grew up, and,
uh, there were these...

these push carts, these vendors,

and we would go there
to make his collections

and then he would buy me
an egg cream on Avenue Way.

Anyway, there was this...

this fruit cart with all these apples.

"Go ahead, take one.

You're a little kid.

They won't say nothing."

- And did they?
- No.

I wish they did.

I told my mother he
made me steal the apple

and she rode him for days.

[SCOFFS] Amelia. I'm sure.

He never forgave me.

Or he never forgave himself.

A man without conscience
can never forgive himself.

Because he doesn't think
he did anything wrong.

[ORGAN MUSIC CONTINUES]

[SIGHS]

[HEART RATE MONITOR BEEPING]

Thank you.

You hungry?

Yeah, they'll bring me something later.

Hospital food? Come
on, there's a Junior's.

I'll go over and grab you something.

- Slice of cheesecake?
- I'm good.

[SIGHS]

How do you feel about moving?

Tribeca?

- We talked about that.
- No, not Tribeca.

- Oklahoma.
- Have you lost your mind?

Why? Is that so crazy?

You own a business, Tina.
I work on Wall Street.

Yeah, there's banks in Tulsa.

There are bank branches in Tulsa,

but not trading
departments, not arbitrage.

It's not safe here anymore.

Obviously.

I'm an unfortunate statistic,

but we move near your gangster father?

That's your solution?

What?

It's just,

for the last seven years,

all I ever heard about in counseling

is how he abandoned you,

now suddenly you want
to uproot our family

to be near him?

[SIGHS]

You're right.

We're gonna be okay. I promise.

[PETE SIGHS]

Don't get any in my eyes.

All right, just relax.

You know, I never got to
do this for my own dad.

He was a good man.

He wanted me to be a cop.

I broke his heart.

Why didn't you want that for me?

- Want what?
- A regular life.

Ah, you got it so bad.
Big beautiful house,

indoor pool, making a f*cking fortune.

Yeah, I know.

[WATER TRICKLES]

You know...

one day you're going to
be boss of this family.

Practically are already.

Sometimes it doesn't feel that way.

What do you mean?

The way you talk to me.

[UNSETTLING MUSIC PLAYING]

Like I'm some stupid f*cking kid.

This bullshit, all this complaining,

I'm sick and tired of
it, I'm fed up with it.

Bullshit.

You think...

Dwight's a better man than I am?

- What?
- Dwight.

It's what you said.

Enough of this Dwight bullshit.

Stata zit!

I wanna get out.

- [PETE GRUNTS]
- [WATER SPLASHING]

[INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

[SPLASHING STOPS]

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]

So... how long were you married?

Um, nine years.

- Quite the learning experience.
- So, what did you learn?

Well, besides the
fact that my ex, Brian,

- is a lying sack of sh*t?
- Oh.

Um... [LAUGHING]

- Learned I never want to get married again.
- That bad, huh?

Even as an ex, he's a nightmare.

He has partial interest in the ranch.

Oh, so his last name's Fennario.

[LAUGHING] No, Gillen.

Fennario, it comes from
a song called "Peggy O."

I heard it.

Grateful Dead did a version.

- Judy Collins.
- Bob Dylan.

- I didn't know that one.
- [MARGARET CHUCKLES]

Yeah, it's a...

it's a mythical place in Scotland.

Very smart. Impressive.

[SOFT PIANO MUSIC
PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND]

I think this is the part

where you're supposed
to talk about yourself.

I haven't done that for a long time.

Ex-wife.

Daughter who, uh...

I've started to talk to,
got in touch with her again.

We were estranged for a long time.

- Oh, well, that's nice.
- I think it's great.

She may not think so.

So, what do you think of the veal?

What do I think of the veal?
It's good, it's very good.

Yeah. For Oklahoma.

No, no, not just Oklahoma, it's...

Since we're being honest...

I was in prison for a long, long time.

So, everything tastes good to me.

Even this lemon would taste good.

[DWIGHT CHUCKLES]

♪♪♪

Aren't you going to ask
me what I went away for?

Uh, I figured for
bucks I could Google it

and save us both the awkwardness.

Well, let me save you some time.

I k*lled a guy.

He was burning up in
a building, trapped.

I think I did him a favor, I think.

[SIGHS]

Can I ask you a personal question?

Sure.

What does it feel like to k*ll someone?

Are you being serious?

Believe me, I've... I've considered it.

You're a very unusual person.

[LAUGHING]

[QUIET INDISTINCT TALKING]

More coffee, Jerry?

I'm good, hon, thank you. [SNIFFLES]

[SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING]

[CRYING]

How you holding up?

f*cking doctor. Told
me he was gonna be fine.

At least he didn't suffer, huh?

Anything I can do?

Yeah, you can help me

get this family back on f*cking track.

♪ To find that saving grace ♪

DWIGHT: Goodie.

- Why are you still here?
- I was on my way to the train.

I got a call.

Pete had a heart att*ck.

♪ Over ground that no one owns ♪

♪ Past statues that atone for my sin ♪

Dead?

Sorry.

♪ On every door ♪

♪ And a drink on every floor ♪

Looks like the funeral's
gonna be Friday.

I won't be goin'. Just
thought you should know.

It's not gonna sit well,
but your call, obviously.

Yeah, it is.

♪ You keep running for another place ♪

♪ To find that saving grace ♪

♪♪♪

It's important to learn
how to defend yourself.

[g*nshots]

Will you put this f*cking g*n down?

I'm looking for some evil-doing types.

I got a couple of boys in the rodeo.

Take out the General? That's,
like, your dad's brother.

- And?
- He's a made man.

- He's a f*ckin' legend.
- [GRUNTING]

There's a w*r burning on the streets

between the most vicious
biker g*ng in Tulsa

and a New York gangster.

I want Manfredi.

- [SIREN WAILING]
- Get him into a jail cell.

Somewhere I can get to him.

♪♪♪