Tulsa King (2022) s01e03 Episode Script

1
MTV ♪
STACY: Dwight Manfredi.
I got a rap sheet in front of me.
Goes back to before the Beatles.
He bought me a drink. Nothing happened.
I'm an ATF agent.
Your picture came through my office.
Where to, boss?
MARK: You should be in college.
Dude a businessman, you know,
I can learn a lot from.
DWIGHT: We'll be making money
and the feds won't be able to touch it.
Just need to see some ID.
This expired in 1998.
That's the learners permit.
There's other weed farms.
You got to do better
on the price, Jimmy.
1200 for the first ten units
and 750 after that.
The offer expires when
I swallow this cracker.
You drive a hard bargain.
The thing with Vince.
You gotta make this right.
A hundred grand would do it.
What does your family
think about you being here?
- Your daughter.
- Tina.
(PHONE DISCONNECTING)
MAN: It's him. The psycho.
He's here to kill me.
I'm looking for a friend.
I believe he's staying at your hotel.
Oh, Mr. Manse. From New York, right?
ARMAND: That's him.
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
[DOGS BARKING]
POLICE OFFICER: We have an officer shot.
Condition currently stable.
Ambulance en route to Tulsa General.
Suspect is barricaded.
Perimeter is secure.
POLICE OFFICER 2: Copy that. 10-4.
Mr. Dumont,
I'm giving you the opportunity
to surrender peacefully.
If you comply, I guarantee
you will not be harmed.
Get off my fucking property!
This is not your property, Mr. Dumont.
DUMONT: Fuck you.
[MOTORBIKE ENGINE RUMBLING]
Cue the cavalry.
[DOGS BARKING]
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
- Easy, Dumont!
- Keel!
That you?
Can you talk to him?
Sounds to me like
his position is pretty clear.
What the fuck are you doing here
if you're not going to help?
Eh, witness.
Get him the fuck out of here.
They left you no choice Dumont.
[DOGS WHIMPER AND BARK]
I'm letting my dogs out.
Don't hurt them.
They're good boys.
- [DOGS BARKING]
- [TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
[EXPLOSION ROARING]
[MOTORBIKE ENGINE REVS]
[GUITAR MUSIC PLAYING]
♪
["TRAVELLIN' KIND" BY ASHLAND CRAFT]
One out the window
and one on the wheel ♪
Open interstate and
sky full of blue skies ♪
Just somethin' 'bout the way
that freedom feels ♪
[HORSE NEIGHS]
White picket fence,
water tank town ♪
- [GENTLE WESTERN MUSIC]
- [HOOVES CLATTERING]
- That's old Pilot.
- Yeah, I've seen him around.
WAITRESS: Lives about a mile from here.
They just let him walk around like that?
WAITRESS: That's all him.
You know, not all horses
are a fan of the pasture.
Tell me about it.
[HORSE NEIGHS]
["EXPRESSWAY" BY THE SOUL SURVIVORS]
TYSON: Do you really
like this old stuff?
DWIGHT: Love it.
Make that next left over there,
don't forget your hand signal either.
No one does that anymore
Not unless they want to pass
the road test.
I was thinkin' 'bout
a shortcut I could take ♪
But it seems like I made a mistake ♪
TYSON: You want me to drive?
- I got it.
- You sure?
I don't mind driving.
Oh, you shouldn't mind.
I pay you enough.
- About that, uh
- Hey.
I know you don't have the balls
to be asking me for a raise this soon.
All right, well, let me ask you this.
Where you see me in the next five years?
The expressway is not the best way ♪
At five o'clock
it's much too crowded ♪
- Where do I
- See me?
Yeah. Five years.
You realize I'm a criminal, right?
I got Google, man. I know all about you.
Where do you see you
in five years?
Like a position of power
or something, like a a capo?
- You can't be a capo.
- Oh, 'cause I'm not Italian?
Ye that and beyond that.
"Beyond that". What? What? Why?
Listen kid.
You're not a boy scout,
but you're not a bad guy either.
You know what I'm saying?
Hmm?
Come on, you drive.
You're a better driver anyway.
["MVP" BY WIZ KHALIFA PLAYING]
Guess who's back
in the motherfucking house ♪
With a big fat joint ♪
Girls get close,
rub me in my ointment ♪
So many chicks, gotta
make an appointment ♪
So many dips all her friends
wanna join in ♪
Life ain't boring,
broke up with boyfriend ♪
What's this, a cut-rate Woodstock?
- What's Woodstock?
- "What's Woodstock?" Jesus.
MAN: Will you shut the fuck up?
Live rent free in my mind
that's storage ♪
Whole lotta tree,
it look like a forest ♪
You don't wanna fuck ♪
You know right where the door is ♪
- GIRL: Gross.
- No different from baloney.
I wouldn't eat that either.
Pull up in a truck,
all white that's a fortune ♪
Player of the Year,
that's right I'm awarded ♪
MVP, baby, that be me ♪
Some might pay, but I get mines free ♪
[MAN SHARPLY INHALES]
I run G-A-M-E ♪
[DEEP, DISTORTED VOICE]
Billy! They got nitrous, dude!
- Man down.
- Word.
I'mma run over here, get a beer.
- I'll be back.
- You can't get nothing from him ♪
No can do ♪
You can't get nothing, no, no can do ♪
- Can I get two? Two beers?
- Two? You got it.
- You made it.
- Yeah, I got you some Barolo.
- Barolo?
- Mm-hmm.
Thanks. You didn't have to do that.
I can see that now.
- You remember Grace?
- I do. How you doing Grace?
No offense, but I get
triggered pretty easily.
What's "triggered?"
Triggered.
The other day when you hit Fred
with the water bottle.
Sorry, I'll be more careful.
[RAP MUSIC PLAYING]
- A little fragile.
- Ha.
Did you see?
The Feds raided that dispensary
at Stillwater?
You're lucky I came around.
- Yeah, my Dwight Knight.
- Yeah? Wise guy.
- What's his story?
- Oh, shit.
Hey, Clint!
Will you take him to Hillcrest?
- What's in that balloon?
- N2O.
- Nitrous oxide.
- $5 a pop for laughing gas?
They sell it for ten at Ogallala-Land.
Wha la-what land?
Ogallala-Land. It's a music festival.
And who are they?
They are, um
different.
- Mm-hmm.
- BODHI: The nitrous guys.
They're not really
a part of the community.
[RAP MUSIC PLAYING]
- Hey.
- What's going on?
- [BOTTLES CLINK]
- DWIGHT: Thanks.
Let me ask you something.
How many balloons
do you think you get out
of one of the tanks?
350. Why?
Nothing.
I like numbers.
[BOTTLES CLINK]
What do you know about nitrous oxide?
Party drug.
DWIGHT: I was talking to this kid.
He says one of those tanks
makes about 350 balloons at $10 a pop.
He also said there's this
concert coming to town,
something with a crazy name.
- Ogallala-Land Festival.
- DWIGHT: Right.
Now, let's just say
you got ten tanks there,
three nights, $10 a pop.
- It's a little over 100 grand.
- That's right.
So, how do I figure in all this?
[CRICKETS CHIRPING]
Technically, this is
a restaurant, right?
That's debatable, but yeah, technically,
So you can buy nitrous in bulk.
Like, if you had a sudden need
for a ton of whipped cream,
Come to think of it, I just might.
[CRICKETS CHIRPING]
It's a big day today. How you feeling?
- How you feeling?
- DWIGHT: You kidding?
When I get my license,
I'll be able to take pretty Peggy Sue
- to the drive-in.
- [TYSON LAUGHING]
Peggy Sue ♪
[OMINOUS MUSIC]
What's on your mind?
Okay, I know you think
it's some type of joke
or something, but you seen Goodfellas?
Ray Liotta, he was only half Italian,
but he was still
in the thick of that shit.
So, he was, like,
a high level associate, right?
I can be like that in five years.
You realize Henry Hill,
Ray Liotta's character,
came that close to getting whacked?
Him and his family.
Okay, well, I wouldn't
do that dumb shit,
you know, I'd be smart about it.
Wanna be smart? Go to college.
I already tried that
and it's not for me.
Schedules, your curriculum,
grades and all of that.
- That's the whole point.
- What is?
Do you think anyone really gives a shit
about what your major is?
English literature, biology, whatever.
The whole point of a college degree
is to show a potential employer
that you showed up someplace
four years in a row,
completed a series of tasks
reasonably well,
and on time.
So if he hires you,
there's a semi-decent chance
that you'll show up there every day
and not fuck his business up.
That's what you think college is about?
That, drinking beer and getting laid.
[BIRD CHIRPING]
These guys never change.
- PAUL: Morning.
- Good morning.
- I'm Paul Cheevers.
- Mm-hmm.
I'll be administering
your test Mr. Manfredi.
No, call me Dwight.
- Okay, Dwight.
- Okay, Paul.
Well, if you're ready
let's have you pull out and make a left.
Fuck. Goddamnit.
- [DWIGHT SIGHS]
- [GPS JINGLES]
Been a while.
PAUL: So just pull out and make a left
that's where we are going to start off,
just make a left, okay.
So, you a new driver?
Nah, you kidding? I've been
driving my whole life,
I just relocated from New York
and they said I had
to take a test again.
I went to New York once in the '80s.
The heyday.
Parents and I got mugged
by a guy with a samurai sword.
- It's not for everybody.
- Let's have you make a right.
After this light let's have you
pull over and make a K turn.
Okey-doke.
- So, Paul, how am I doing?
- Excellent.
It's obvious that you're
an experienced driver.
- Some of these kids
- Get down!
[GUNSHOTS]
PAUL: Oh, God!
Oh, God, I'm hit! Oh, God!
Stay down!
[CAR HORN HONKS]
["WAR" BY IDLES PLAYING]
Oh, God! Oh!
PAUL: What are you doing? Pull over!
Wa-ching ♪
That's the sound
of the sword goin' in ♪
You're going to get us killed!
Clack-clack, clack-a-clang clang ♪
[CAR HORN HONKING]
That's the sound
of the gun goin' bang-bang ♪
Tukka-tuk, tuk, tuk, tuk-tukka ♪
That's the sound
of the drone button pusher ♪
[TIRES SCREECHING]
Oh, God! What are you doing?
I need a hospital! Get me to a hospital!
- I need a hos
- Look! Shut the fuck up.
♪
Ah, (ah), ah, (ah)
ah, (ah), ah, (ah) ♪
[CAR HORNS HONKING]
Jesus, Mary and Joseph!
♪
[CAR HORNS HONKING]
[CAR HORN HONKING]
I think I'm dying.
You're not dying,
if you were dying you'd already be dead.
- What are you doing?
- I got a partial plate.
- Come here.
- Stop! You're gonna infect it!
9, F.
[SIRENS BLARE]
Listen, you didn't see anything Paul.
Nothing. Okay?
OFFICER: Everybody okay?
- You okay?
- DWIGHT: Afternoon, officer.
BURKE: So you're at the light
taking your driver's test, and then
Someone comes out of nowhere
and starts shooting at us
from another car.
Unprovoked. Just, boom, boom, boom?
Like I said 26 times before.
And this other car,
no make, model or color?
It happened so fast. Do you have a Coke?
In a minute.
You know, we ran your name
through the system.
Then you know I'm a Leo.
You've got a lot of priors,
Mr. Manfredi.
Priors is the key word. I did my time.
You are no lightweight, that's for sure.
So, I might be charged
with almost getting shot?
'Cause I don't think that's a crime,
even in Oklahoma.
Once your statement's complete,
we'll release you.
"Release?"
- I'm being held?
- [BURKE] Not necessarily.
We just want to hear
your version of things.
Like, who it is might want you dead.
Honestly
I think whoever did this
had it out for the driving instructor.
I got a feeling
he failed a lot of people.
[TENSE MUSIC]
[DOOR CLICKS OPEN]
Hey.
What are you doing here?
Officer Burke filled me in. You okay?
I passed my driving test, there is that.
Congratulations.
Seriously, what are you doing here?
Came over the radio,
there was a shooting,
they mentioned your name.
[PHONE RINGING IN THE BACKGROUND]
You know you're free to go, right?
MULRONEY: What the fuck's going on?
Why is the ATF butting in?
DWIGHT: Wonderful
spending time with you.
He's part of a bigger investigation,
- that's all I can say.
- Can or will?
It's in beetween.
STACY: You know, you didn't
have to buy me dinner.
Or is this to make up
for the brevity of our last encounter?
Got a pretty good appetite
for someone who was just shot at.
If I stopped eating every time
someone tried to hurt me
I'd be a skeleton.
You got any ideas?
Who tried to hurt you?
What are you doing
in Cow Pattie, Oklahoma?
Stopping bad guys from
blowing up our country.
You were involved with
that explosion yesterday,
- the guy with the bombs?
- Mm-hmm.
- Tough day at the office?
- Beats selling insurance.
Seems like both of us sought out careers
with their share of tough days.
Why do you think that is?
Because we're both fucking crazy.
[DWIGHT LAUGHING]
Oh, man.
Finally, someone addresses
the elephant in the room.
So you left New York to come here?
I popped around a few places before.
I was in customs before 9/11,
got recruited.
- Switched to ATF.
- So you transferred to Tulsa?
No, I was asked to leave.
- Asked?
- Ordered.
So I packed up myself and my plants
and my now ex-husband Edward and
I basically lost my shit.
And apparently
Tulsa is one of the ATF's
many versions of Siberia.
Come on now.
9/11?
It's not like everybody
didn't lose their shit
- a little bit.
- It wasn't 9/11, actually.
It was later.
9/11
I was a rockstar.
Police Meritorious Service Medal.
Police Distinguished Service Medal.
They loved me.
- And then Sully happened.
- DWIGHT: Sully?
The guy who landed the plane
in the Hudson River?
I was doing a 4 to 12. Headed into work.
I was on 12th Ave
and I saw this plane
it was flying solo and I thought
"What else could it be?
Here we go again".
- I freaked out.
- It's understandable.
STACY: Not in my line of work.
What happens in your work
If someone loses their shit
and puts their
associate,
someone who counts on them at risk?
Probably wouldn't turn out so well.
Do you remember the last time
we were together?
You said
you couldn't help me if I got jammed up.
What can I say? I guess
I'm shitty at my job.
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
This cannot and will not
- happen again, okay?
- Okay.
- Stop smiling. No.
- [DWIGHT CHUCKLES]
You need some help with this shoe?
No, I've got it. Thank you.
I helped you get it off.
Thank you for dinner.
DWIGHT: Stacy.
Let me know if you find out
who tried to shoot me.
CHICKIE: What do I owe the pleasure?
DWIGHT: I think the pleasure
might be one sided.
CHICKIE: What do you mean?
Somebody tried to kill me yesterday.
CHICKIE: Whoa, what?
Get the fuck out. What happened?
DWIGHT: Stopped at a light.
- Guy started shooting.
- Who was it?
I was hoping you could tell me.
How the fuck should I know?
I'm going to ask you this one time
and you be straight with me.
Is this Vince's hand?
Hey, I mediated a fair outcome
with all parties.
The issue is dead.
DWIGHT: So you're telling me
there's no chance
of this punk going rogue
on account of me breaking his jaw
because of his big fucking mouth?
What's he fucking saying?
You know, you got some fucking balls,
- you know that?
- DWIGHT: Do I?
Let someone try to take
you out at a stoplight
and we'll hear your list of suspects.
What are you referring?
That I'm weak?
That I can't control
my own fucking crew?
I told Vince it's over.
It's fucking over.
Fuck your bruised ego, Chickie,
I got shot at by some
ball-less sack of shit
- in a ski mask.
- Okay.
I get it, all right?
And I gave you my answer.
But by the way,
your lifelong friendship
with my father aside
just as a pure fucking
business decision,
I got to be out of my mind
to take you out.
You're a great earner.
Of course. What was I thinking?
Now let me ask you,
you make any enemies out there
fucking some cowboys wife or something?
Don't insult me.
Well, you figure it out. Okay?
You let me know. But
you all right, though?
I mean, otherwise.
Yeah, I'm blessed.
You with the nine fucking lives.
DWIGHT: I'm glad somebody is counting.
Give your father a kiss for me.
Yeah.
Stop.
That's Caolan Waltrip.
He's the head of Black Macadam,
a one percenter motorcycle gang.
He showed up during
the standoff at the house
the other day.
For some reason, he and his crew
are suddenly arming themselves
to the teeth.
Assault with a deadly weapon,
attempted murder,
attempted larceny, attempted murder.
He did six years in Attica.
Major armed robberies.
Got released and picked up
where he left off.
Ooh, that is Edgar Dumont.
Former cell made of Waltrip's.
He's the lunatic who blew himself up.
Robbie Trucotte and Carson Pike.
Yeah, nobody gets
within 20 feet of Waltrip
without going through Pike first.
Who's this wacko?
STACY: That is Rochelle
"Roxy" Harrington.
She's actually a munitions expert.
Did three tours in Afghanistan.
She's got Waltrip's ear.
Kinda thin file
for someone moving that
far up the food chain,
She probably hit the glass ceiling.
Well, now that Dumont's out
I think we focus on these three guys.
- [APPLAUSE ON TV]
- JOHN: Jennifer?
JENNIFER: How about your roof?
- JOHN: Your roof?
- CONTESTANT: Good answer!
- Hello, Paul.
- PAUL: Mr. Manfredi.
- This is unexpected.
- Hey, it's the least I can do.
Look at all these goodies.
- Okay if I use this?
- I guess.
Thank you.
Not necessary, but
very much appreciated.
Don't mention it.
[APPLAUSE ON TV]
So, the police, do they know who did it?
They're coming up short.
They're understaffed.
I was thinking maybe you could help out.
- Me?
- You, Paul. You.
Oh.
Got something for you. Get well card.
Open it.
- What is this?
- Looks like ten grand to me.
- $10,000?
- Shh!
This is the least I can do
to compensate for your pain
and suffering.
I don't know, this seems wrong.
It only seems wrong
because you feel like
you didn't earn it,
so here is what we're going to do.
It was a blue Chevy Caprice.
These are the first four
numbers on the plate.
I want you to call your buddies
down at the DMV
and see what they come up with.
Shouldn't the police
I'm proud of you, Paul.
JOHN: Name something
that you'd save a fortune on
- if you knew how to fix it.
- It's a rerun.
- How about "television?"
- JOHN: Your television.
CONTESTANT: Good answer!
- JOHN: Two answers remain.
- Feel better.
JOHN: Show me TV!
[TRAIN HORN BLOWS]
[GUITAR MUSIC]
What's that, chocolate chip?
- What's this?
- Your severance.
You see the bullet holes in that car?
The missing windows
where your head could have been?
Yeah, I seen it.
I'm not here to get you killed.
It's bad enough that thing was parked
in front of your house all night.
God forbid your mother, your sister,
somebody walks by
- and gets mistaken for me.
- Look, I hear you, okay?
I'm just saying that
I'm willing to pay my dues.
What dues?
Look, I know you think
I'm some punk ass bitch,
but I'm not, I'm willing
to put the work in,
- just give me a chance.
- Listen, kid.
I'm not a kid. I'm
25 years old. I get it.
This is your choice.
Fine.
Now, what do you need?
First of all, I want a new car.
So go see that guy at the dealership.
Done.
And not a Navigator, and not black.
- Oh, I get it.
- And I want it for free.
- For free? What you mean?
- That one's a lemon.
It's got bullet holes all over it.
[BOTH CHUCKLING]
[INTRIGUING MUSIC]
- [RUBBLE RATTLES]
- [DOG WHIMPERS]
[DOG WHIMPERS]
[STACY WHISTLES]
[CAR ENGINE RUMBLES]
PAUL: Mr. Manfredi,
this is Paul Cheevers
from the Tulsa DMV.
The, um,
object you're looking for
was dumped and tagged
by Tulsa Sanitation
at an abandoned lot
near Oak and Orlando.
No need to call back. Ever.
Okay, OG got on them Isotoners.
I see you.
Fire needs oxygen to burn.
This idiot kept the windows closed.
- DMSO?
- DMSO.
It's a liniment used
to reduce inflammation
in horses.
It's highly flammable.
What's that? Look like "FR" to you?
That's FR.
DWIGHT: Type in "FR" and "horses".
Place about five miles from here.
Fennario Ranch.
So you want to go?
I'm gonna do this alone.
[TENSE WESTERN MUSIC]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
- Your boss around?
- Check the stables out back.
♪
DWIGHT: Excuse me.
Mrs. Fennario?
Miss Devereaux.
Fennario is just the name of the ranch.
See, that's me thinking you're a paisan.
Well, I like Italian food.
Does that count?
Of course it does.
- How can I help you, Mister
- DWIGHT: Marconi.
I'm a private investigator.
A client's car was
stolen and set on fire,
and I found this in the back seat.
Ah, these things are a waste of money.
Get stolen as soon as I buy them.
- Also found a can of DMSO.
- Okay, so?
Do you think anybody working here
is capable of doing something like that?
- Burning a car?
- You know, or shooting somebody.
Like, I don't know who you are
or what you want.
- I'm a private investigator.
- Right. And I'm an astronaut.
I employ 171 people.
I can vouch for the work ethic
while they're here,
but once they're through those gates
Well, do you mind if I ask around?
On my property?
- Yeah, I do mind.
- Fair enough.
- Anything else?
- DWIGHT: Yeah.
Do you give riding lessons?
[MARGARET CHUCKLES]
Call the number on the website.
DWIGHT: I like this state.
TYSON: You think you so badass, huh?
- Run up on my boy?
- [CLEARS THROAT]
Run up on my boy?
Take potshots?
Sneak up and ambush some motherfucker?
Huh?
Oh, that's a bad move,
'Cause you, uh, you know me and him
we tight.
We tight.
You make a move on him,
you best make a move on me, too.
You make a move on him
You best make a move on me, too.
[DISTANTLY] Coming in guns blazing.
I will kill you.
[TRAIN HORN BLOWS]
[HORSE NEIGHS]
- [TRAIN HORN BLOWING]
- [CRICKETS CHIRPING]
[CELLPHONE RINGING]
- How are you doing?
- I got a dog.
He's a stray. He's
a little old and beat up.
Well, somebody's got a type.
You around later?
DWIGHT: Sorry. Plans.
Oh, that's okay.
What are you naming the dog?
I was thinking about naming him Chance.
As in second or last?
TBD. I haven't gotten that far yet.
I gotta go. Keep me posted.
[TENSE MUSIC]
[CAR DOOR SLAMS SHUT]
ARMAND: Hey my man!
My little man! How are you?
- How's my best boy?
- TOMMY: Come on, Dad!
- ARMAND: How's my best boy?
- TOMMY: I'm so great!
ARMAND: How was school today?
[GUITAR MUSIC]
I went away for a third of my life
and you try to shoot me?
My wife is going to be
home any minute now.
I'll leave a note.
Go out there and make some money.
You guys want a balloon?
This is our territory.
This nitro is our existence.
You ever read "The Art of War?"
- Really?
- DWIGHT: I got a plan.
You need all the friends you can get.
Let's go, my children.
[GUITAR MUSIC]