Tulsa King (2022) s01e05 Episode Script
Token Joe
1
In prison they set you up!
Who's they?
- Pete.
- My Pete?
ARMAND: He was afraid you'd flip.
25 years, come on!
Nobody does that kind of time.
I did.
[LIQUID SLOSHING]
Got sugar?
No, we have, uh what
do you call it Agave.
What the fuck's that?
You work for me now, understand?
Go out there and make some money.
This is our territory. Who
gave you permission to sell?
♪
Black Macadam.
MITCH: Local biker gang.
- They anything?
- Well, they ain't nothing.
♪
Let's go, my children.
The Art of War states that each man
has gotta grow a set of balls.
[PHONE RINGING]
- JOANNE: Hello?
- DWIGHT: Jo, it's me.
I heard you called Tina.
Radio silence for 25 years
- Why now?
- I don't know.
JOANNE: He's dying, Dwight.
Our brother Joe is dying.
♪
Fly me to the moon ♪
Let me play among the stars ♪
Let me see what spring is like ♪
On a Jupiter and Mars ♪
In other words, hold my hand ♪
In other words, baby, kiss me ♪
[FOOTSTEPS]
[CROSSWALK CHIMES]
Fill my heart with song ♪
And let me sing for ever more ♪
You are all I long for ♪
All I worship and adore ♪
In other words, please be true ♪
In other words, I love you ♪
[SONG FADES]
[CAR ENGINE RUNNING]
[CAR DOOR SHUTS]
[CAR DRIVES OFF]
[THEME SONG PLAYING]
[THEME SONG FADES]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[DOOR CLICKS]
[DWIGHT SIGHS]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[JOANNE SOBBING]
Come here.
- It's all right.
- [JOANNE SOBBING]
It's okay.
[JOANNE SNIFFLES]
Let me look at you. [CHUCKLES]
- DWIGHT: Let me look at you.
- [LAUGHS] You look great.
DWIGHT: So do you. So do you.
How was your flight?
- It's good. It's good.
- JOANNE: Yeah?
Tina here?
Yeah.
Why don't we go see your
brother first, though,
before we start the whole imbroglio.
- Okay.
- JOANNE: Yeah.
- Just anxious.
- JOANNE: I know.
I don't think she's ready.
Hey Joe, look who's here.
- My condolences, Denise.
- Oh, he loved you, Dwight.
I loved him, too. He was a great guy.
DENISE: Yeah. It's just so sad.
The two of you didn't
speak for so many years
and and now this.
I'm sorry.
Twenty years in a token booth
and for what?
Goes fast.
Well, it goes slow, too.
Wanna say a prayer?
I already did.
JOANNE: I'm gonna go smoke.
I'm gonna catch up with you.
♪
[DWIGHT SIGHS]
DENISE: Thanks for coming.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
♪
[DOOR CLICKS]
Your daughter's a wonderful woman.
Got a degree in horticulture,
owns her own business.
DWIGHT: Hmm.
This husband, Emory, he's okay?
He's a nice guy. He adores her.
He's in, uh, finance or something.
Is he taking care of her?
Their condo is bigger than
the house we grew up in.
Tell me about my grandchildren.
They're great. [LAUGHS]
They're adorable. Twins.
- Come on. Seriously?
- JOANNE: Yeah.
Cody and Ryan.
They're five, uh, maybe six.
[SIGHS] They know about me?
You know what? I don't
wanna do this anymore.
- I don't. I
- I don't wanna do it either.
[DWIGHT EXHALES]
- I gotta go back inside.
- Yeah, I gotta go too.
[SIREN IN DISTANCE]
You're coming to the mass tomorrow?
I'd like to say something at the mass.
No, I don't think that's a good idea.
[FOOTSTEPS RECEDING]
PIKE: Hell of a hiccup
over at the festival.
Territorial dispute.
A couple of boys had
their inventory took.
I'm talking nitrous
oxide. You two follow?
- A lot of money.
- Yeah.
We cannot have that.
As you can imagine,
I'm getting some pressure
from the top dog
to respond, if you will.
rapidly and resoundingly.
- What do you want from us?
- Did you hear what I just said?
The big man's not happy.
He'd like your attention on this.
Pronto.
License plate number.
One of the guys we're looking for.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
[PHONE RINGING]
Yeah.
I gotta hear from strangers you're back.
What's going on?
You know, it looks bad
you sneak into town and I'm not aware.
My brother died, but you
probably already heard that.
This is family.
- You understand?
- It's my brother.
PETE: "Token Joe," buonanima.
- But my dad
- What about him?
Just get your ass to New
York Memorial in the morning.
It's my brother's funeral.
I have obligations.
Remember your first
and highest obligation.
My father was a brother to you too.
Don't you fucking forget that.
- [PHONE BEEPS]
- Was I?
[HIP HOP SONG PLAYING OVER CAR STEREO]
[PHONE CALLING TONE]
CHARICE: Woodvale
Salon. This is Charice.
Hi. Yes. My my
name is Tyson Mitchell.
And I'm I'm with the
Acme Big Booty Service.
CHARICE: Oh, my God. He returns.
[LAUGHS] What's going
on, baby girl? You good?
CHARICE: Better now. Where
the hell have you been?
Ripping and running busy, you know?
Hey, I got my own place now, so,
you know, I'm grounded. [CHUCKLES]
- [POLICE SIREN]
- Shit!
- [POLICE SIREN]
- [TYSON SIGHS]
Here we go with this shit, man.
Hey, hey. Lemme lemme
call you back, all right?
[CAR DOORS SLAM SHUT]
Your license and registration.
Hands where I can see 'em.
Registration is in the glove.
Who's this Dwight Manfredi?
- He's my boss.
- Oh, yeah?
Why don't you step outta the car for me?
No, you're not under arrest,
but for my protection,
I am gonna cuff you and
give you a good toss.
- You wearing a body camera?
- Why? You wanna be a movie star?
- Some bullshit, man.
- WEATHERWAX: Duly noted.
[TYSON GRUNTS]
- Have a seat.
- [TYSON GRUNTS]
Damn!
You can't search my
car without a warrant.
- Oh yeah? Who says?
- The constitution.
Ah, look what I found.
Now, this smells
suspiciously like marijuana.
Come on, man. That's not even mine.
This car ain't even
mine. I told you that.
So you're saying you stole this vehicle?
[PHONE CALLING TONE]
DWIGHT: This is Dwight. Leave a message.
AUTOMATED VOICE: The mailbox is full
and cannot accept any
messages at this time.
Hey, I'm gonna need another call, man.
Well, I need a foot massage
and it looks like we're both outta luck.
[SLAMS PHONE]
COP: Close group one.
[GATE CLANKS SHUT]
[HARMONIOUS INSTRUMENTAL PLAYS]
Couple bottles of Sassicaia 94.
- Pinot Grigio. Whatever anybody else wants.
- Yes, sir.
- Just take care of them. Keep it coming.
- Thank you, sir.
Ah, it's good to be home.
Of course, not under
these circumstances.
[SIGHS]
I'm sorry, I don't
remember half the people.
Who's everybody here? [LAUGHS]
- This Stella. Selena.
- My daughter.
- That's Stella?
- STELLA: Yeah.
JOANNE: There's Ethan,
Stella's husband, right?
- It's nice to meet you, Ethan.
- JOANNE: You know Joe Junior?
- You I know. Of course, you look exactly like your old man.
- Thank you.
- DWIGHT: That's a good thing.
- Yeah. Thanks.
Emory, we haven't been
formally introduced.
Well, I'm Emory. I'm Tina's husband.
Ah, we talked on the phone. [CHUCKLES]
That's right, we spoke briefly.
There was a phone where
I was too, you know?
- I I don't follow.
- Well, I'm just saying you could have called
and sought my blessing,
before you married my daughter.
- The balls on you. Wow!
- I'm old school. I'm sorry.
Yeah, you were also
indisposed, remember?
- But very easy to find.
- Okay.
So you wanted this man
to endure a cavity search
just to secure your blessing?
You're the one who stopped calling us.
My apologies, Emory.
- Everybody hungry?
- WALTER: I don't know.
What was wrong with
Bamonte's, we had to drive
- all the way to the city?
- Stop with Bamonte's.
- Nobody eats at Bamonte's.
- Walter, this is four star.
- Broaden your horizons.
- It's very nice, Uncle Dwight.
- Joey would've loved it.
- STELLA: Thank you. Yeah.
- Thank you.
- TINA: Really, foie gras ravioli?
I mean, come on. Uncle Joey is rolling
- in his freshly dug grave, right now.
- Oh, Tina!
Am I wrong? Okay.
This isn't about what
Uncle Joey would like.
This isn't even about
what we would like.
It's about what makes
Dwight look like a big shot.
It's a nice place. That's
all. It's a gesture.
Big splash, right,
with the massive spray of flowers
and your big fat busta.
JOE JR: Not for nothing, Unc, but
you settled the tab with
Mikey C at Supreme Memorials?
We appreciate it, but
nobody asked you to do that.
Denise, you didn't have to ask.
JOANNE: All right. So he
was just trying to help.
TINA: Right. Because
whenever I needed help,
first person I thought of, was my dad.
- [CROCKERY AND CUTLERY CLINKING]
- A toast
to Joe.
May he rest in peace.
And to
wiping out the past
and everybody just enjoying
the here and now, while we can.
Salut.
ALL: Salut.
- My deepest condolences, auntie. I love you.
- JOANNE: Tina.
It's okay you guys
enjoy dinner, okay?
I'll call you tomorrow.
Come on. Good night, uncle.
WALTER: Good night, sweetheart.
[FARM DIN]
[HORSE WHINNIES]
- So, what did you like at Remington?
- MAN: Nothing.
Get that horse cooled down, Richie.
Hey there. Heard you've been
moonlighting as a tough guy.
MANNY: What?
Tussle at the festival?
Seminoles, Seniors and stoners.
Quite a gang you run with.
- MANNY: You a fucking smartass?
- Easy, jefe!
Just a word to the wise.
[HORSE WHINNIES]
- Goodie, come on. Fucking go already, would you?
- Relax.
Quit your hemming and hawing.
We know you ain't got shit.
- Hey, what you don't know could fill a book.
- Too bad he couldn't read it.
- I'll give youse all a fucking schiaff'.
- LINDA: Language.
- GOODIE: All right, go ahead.
- The General approaches.
Hey, Jerry.
- Nico, Goodie. Ladies, hi.
- Dwight.
- Dwight, how are you doing?
- Good. How are you doing, Nico?
- In town long?
- In and out, why?
- [CELIA SNEEZES]
- Here we go. That's two.
[CLEARS THROAT] Do I hear four?
- Got a tissue?
- Let me be of service.
- CELIA: Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Now, that's a gentleman.
- Oh, here we go.
- Come on, what are you trying to do, show me up?
- I show you up by showing up.
- Oh, yeah, that's right.
- Hey, hey. Even in the fucking hospital?
- CELIA: Vince, come on.
- Talk to him.
- It's over.
- CELIA: Vince.
- Let's go.
- Chickie, thank you.
- You know, you ought to be a lifeguard, Nico.
All right. Go ahead. I'll take
more of your fucking money.
- Vince, sit down.
- You know, I learned the word in the military.
Deference.
It means respect.
Military.
You talking about Dickinson Academy?
- Yeah.
- It's a military school.
I was a ranked cadet.
A pair of epaulets doesn't
make you George Washington.
You know that, right?
I'm gonna talk to your old man.
He's asleep.
And the next time I
call, you come right away.
You ought to get a cocker spaniel,
they come every time.
Sir. Excuse me, sir.
I need to go to that
bathroom, right now.
- It's urgent. I need to go.
- Who's stopping you?
Ain't nobody stopping me,
where I'm supposed to go?
Officer, please,
I have to go right now, for real.
- This your phone?
- Yeah, it's my phone.
- What's your password?
- Come on now
Don't make me beg you, Officer.
[SIGHS]
Bingo. Show the man the head.
COP: [DRUMS ON DESK] My pleasure.
[PHONE RINGING]
So what do I owe the pleasure?
Just wanted to hear a friendly voice.
You wanna meet for coffee or something?
DWIGHT: I can't. I'm in New York.
You just booked it outta here,
after your run in at the music festival?
- I saw my daughter.
- STACY: How'd that go?
- DWIGHT: It didn't. She really wouldn't let me talk.
- I'm sorry.
DWIGHT: I'd be lying if
I said I was surprised.
It's been 18 years.
Just keep trying. She'll come around.
- You think so?
- The fuck do I know.
[LAUGHS] Oh, God.
Listen, these nitrous guys,
there's more to them
than meets the eye, okay?
- Such as?
- Not over the phone.
[PHONE VIBRATES]
- Listen, uh
- [PHONE VIBRATES]
I gotta take this phone call.
I'll call you when I get back, okay?
- Yeah, safe travels.
- [PHONE BEEPS]
Tyson.
Hello? Tyson, are you there?
[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS]
Bag him.
Mitchell. Tyson Mitchell.
- TYSON: That's me.
- It's check-out time.
- Enjoy your stay?
- Shit, man, weak as hell.
I'll make a note,
and next time, we'll upgrade you
to less comfortable accommodations.
There will be no next time, man.
- Where my car at?
- Impound on King Street.
And my phone too, man.
Quit playing with me.
It says here you don't have no phone.
No money, either.
Whoa, I came here with $1,200.
If I were you, I'd
write your congressman.
[PHONE CALLING TONE]
TOKEN JOE: You've reached
the Manfredi residence.
- Please leave a message.
- [BEEP]
DWIGHT: Hey, Denise, it's Dwight.
It's really nice hearing
my brother's voice
on the machine.
There were some things
I wanted to say
should have said at the church,
but I'd like to say them now, so
I wrote something down.
Here it goes.
♪
"Little brother, you were a giant.
A big man who did the little things,
the things that really matter.
The sympathetic ear.
The helping hand.
The heart of gold.
The voice of reason.
Steady as a rock
you were always there.
Not only for your family, but
to do the job you loved.
I'm not sure why you loved it
but you did.
Guys like Joe are a
rare and precious find.
Generous to a fault.
Going long,
where others fall short.
Made of mercy and malice.
Full of force and foibles.
They don't drop names,
they pick up the slack.
They don't raise their voices,
they lower the temperature.
They don't hold grudges.
They unlock potential.
They don't show off
they show up."
[MUSIC FADES]
- Hey!
- Manny.
So, what the fuck were you talking about
the other day?
You wanna pretend like that wasn't you
- at Ogallala-land?
- No, it was me.
I'm just asking you,
like, what did you mean
by word to the wise?
Ever heard of Black Macadam?
No, what is that? A band?
Not hardly. Motorcycle gang.
One percenters.
My old man's sergeant at arms.
Yeah? Kinda like leader of the pack?
Yeah. [CHUCKLES] Keep laughing.
They run the nitrous game out here,
and they're not to be fucked with.
Meaning what?
Meaning they'll kill anyone
that gets in their way.
Huh, you know, it's funny,
I've actually met
people like that before.
ROXY: Why don't you Google 'em,
and then let me know how
funny you think it is.
[EERIE INSTRUMENTAL PLAYING]
[HEAVY BREATHING]
Tyson Mitchell, tell me about him.
I barely know him. I barely know him.
And yet your name
is in the frequent
contacts of his cell phone?
I do business with his
boss, Dwight Manfredi.
And he is?
The bane of my fucking existence.
I take it that Señor Manfredi
is the older gentleman.
Yeah.
And what is the nature
of your business together?
I believe the term is "extortion."
You extort people?
He's extorting me.
What do you have that he wants?
What does everybody want?
Dosh.
Well, his mistake.
Señor Manfredi, I mean,
is trying to take mine.
I'd be happy to relay
that message to him.
[LAUGHS] And you will.
But not quite yet.
[EERIE INSTRUMENTAL PLAYING]
["I THINK I'LL JUST STAY HERE
AND DRINK" BY MERLE HAGGARD]
Could be holding you tonight ♪
Could quit doing
wrong, start doing right ♪
You don't care about what I think ♪
I think I'll just
stay here and drink ♪
[WOMEN CHUCKLE]
Hey, putting you down,
don't square no deal ♪
Least you'll know the way I feel ♪
Excuse me, ladies.
Take all the money in the bank ♪
Help you, fellas?
This mutt belong to you?
It depends. He wearing a tag?
You're Mitch, right?
AKA Mitch the Stick?
Hate to break up your
little daisy chain,
but we need a word.
No, thanks.
You under the impression
that we're negotiating?
- Get the fuck out of my joint.
- Excuse me?
You want it in fucking sign language?
I suggest in the strongest of terms,
you take it down a notch.
And I suggest, since this establishment
is situated on Cherokee land,
where you have absolutely no authority,
that you get your fat sorry
fucking cottage cheese asses
out of here.
♪
- See you soon.
- MITCH: Looking forward to it.
Fuck's going on?
♪
[KEYBOARD CLATTERING]
[EERIE INSTRUMENTAL PLAYING]
[BELL TINKLING]
TINA: Sorry, we're closed.
I could use some roses.
What are you doing here?
Just wanted to talk.
Look, Tina, I know you hate me, okay?
I don't hate you, Dwight.
I feel bad for you.
You have to call me by my first name?
It's either that, or Mr. Manfredi.
"Dad" ship kinda left port years ago.
Dwight it is.
And I will admit, Dwight,
there is something inside me.
Little flickering ember of love for you.
But something just tells me
to stomp it out once and for all.
Hope you don't do that.
You're a bad bet.
How's that?
Because you haven't learned anything.
Oh, you'd be surprised.
- I've learned a lot.
- Oh, really?
Mmm.
Then what in God's name
are you doing in Oklahoma?
It's a little late in the game
for me to find a new trade.
Let's just end this now, Dwight.
I wanna get home to my kids.
Can I see them, please?
Tina, is there any way for us
just to to move past this?
We definitely can't go back now, can we?
You know, the day after Christmas
was always such a relief.
And that went for every holiday,
every milestone.
You learn to dread what
should be happy times,
and your life becomes topsy-turvy.
I don't wanna talk about this.
Let's talk about Uncle Joe.
- May he rest in peace.
- Yeah.
Would you have preferred if it was me?
No.
But Uncle Joey
he was parked outside my senior prom
at the El Caribe.
Pounding Michelobs for three hours
just to keep an eye on my date.
Ma gave me her pearls.
And Aunt Joanne got
Anna B from the Style Inn
to do my hair and makeup.
You
left us nothing.
Nothing.
Burdens
- obligations that wait.
- I know.
And when you went away,
Ma didn't have so much
as a checking account.
Nico "The Package"
Bugliosi was the only one
who'd come check in on
us from time to time.
- Do you remember The Package?
- Yeah.
I just saw him at the hospital.
Well, let's just say one Tuesday night,
while Ma was working a double
I learned the hard
way why he's called
Why he's called what?
Nothing.
No, it's not. No. Wait a minute.
I it's not nothing. Stop.
Called what?
- "The Package"? Is that
- Forget it.
No, I'm not what are
you trying to tell me?
I don't wanna talk about it.
I don't even wanna think about it, okay?
No, please. I'm I'm begging you.
- TINA: No. No. Just
- Tell me what happened.
He did nothing. Just forget it. Okay?
- DWIGHT: I can't forget it.
- No, please. Just
Please, Tina. Please, I'm begging.
- TINA: No.
- Just tell me.
I'm asking you.
Promise me you won't do anything.
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
Thank you.
[PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING]
[ELEVATOR DINGS]
[OMINOUS TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
[MACHINES BEEPING]
[TV SHOW PLAYING IN BACKGROUND]
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
They finally got here.
- Hey.
- DWIGHT: How you doing?
What a sight for sore eyes.
I'm, uh [CHUCKLES]
hanging in there.
That's good.
Where's everybody?
Chickie, Nico
They took off, to the club.
Mm.
How you doing? You good?
Mm-hmm. I'm very good.
I brought you this
from my brother's wake.
I'm sorry abut that happening.
I'm sure you would've
been there if you could.
You kidding me?
Of course.
I was thinking the other day, Pete,
that when I was in the joint,
I used to think about the good old days
and friends, family.
Good times.
When you finally get
out, you look around
you realize the good old days
were not really that good.
Yeah. It's an adjustment.
Sure. It's an adjustment.
Because now I realize what I missed.
Seeing my daughter grow up
become a woman
get married.
And she did all that
without me protecting her.
And that kills me.
'Cause that's what a good father does.
Protects the ones
they're responsible for.
The ones they love.
And then there's
you.
You swore
on the soul of your mother,
you'd watch out for my wife, my kid.
You swore that.
And then this Nico
Did you know?
Know what?
What the fuck are you talking about?
I'm not following you.
[PETE GRUNTS]
[TENSE OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]
Did
you
fucking
know?
[MACHINES BEEPING]
You didn't.
[INHALES DEEPLY]
Know what?
Know what?
[SIZZLING]
GOODIE: Raging Bull
Then he says, "I dunno whether
to fuck him or fight him!"
- Whose deal is it?
- Vince.
- I just fucking dealt.
- You just dealt?
VINCE: Yo! What are you doing here?
- [GRUNTING]
- Get the door.
- [GLASS SHATTERS]
- [NICO SCREAMS]
My fucking daughter?
- Dwight!
- [NICO SCREAMS]
CHICKIE: Come on!
[SIZZLING]
[NICO SCREAMS IN PAIN]
[GLASS SHATTERS]
CHICKIE: Enough already!
You're gonna fucking kill him!
My daughter.
My fucking daughter.
["BEYOND THE SEA" BY
BOBBY DARIN PLAYING]
Will kiss, just as before ♪
Where are you going?
Happy we'll be beyond the sea ♪
And never again ♪
[BONE CRUNCHING]
I'll go sailing ♪
You clean it up.
♪
I know he's your
friend, Pop, but Jesus
♪
What do we do with Dwight?
♪
Mr. Manfredi
Sir, you're overplaying your hand.
When I play my hand,
you won't see it coming.
That's your idea of cooling things down?
Nobody said I was a diplomat.
I'd like to ask you a few questions
about a Dwight Manfredi.
♪
Whatever you're doing you gotta stop.
♪
In prison they set you up!
Who's they?
- Pete.
- My Pete?
ARMAND: He was afraid you'd flip.
25 years, come on!
Nobody does that kind of time.
I did.
[LIQUID SLOSHING]
Got sugar?
No, we have, uh what
do you call it Agave.
What the fuck's that?
You work for me now, understand?
Go out there and make some money.
This is our territory. Who
gave you permission to sell?
♪
Black Macadam.
MITCH: Local biker gang.
- They anything?
- Well, they ain't nothing.
♪
Let's go, my children.
The Art of War states that each man
has gotta grow a set of balls.
[PHONE RINGING]
- JOANNE: Hello?
- DWIGHT: Jo, it's me.
I heard you called Tina.
Radio silence for 25 years
- Why now?
- I don't know.
JOANNE: He's dying, Dwight.
Our brother Joe is dying.
♪
Fly me to the moon ♪
Let me play among the stars ♪
Let me see what spring is like ♪
On a Jupiter and Mars ♪
In other words, hold my hand ♪
In other words, baby, kiss me ♪
[FOOTSTEPS]
[CROSSWALK CHIMES]
Fill my heart with song ♪
And let me sing for ever more ♪
You are all I long for ♪
All I worship and adore ♪
In other words, please be true ♪
In other words, I love you ♪
[SONG FADES]
[CAR ENGINE RUNNING]
[CAR DOOR SHUTS]
[CAR DRIVES OFF]
[THEME SONG PLAYING]
[THEME SONG FADES]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[DOOR CLICKS]
[DWIGHT SIGHS]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[JOANNE SOBBING]
Come here.
- It's all right.
- [JOANNE SOBBING]
It's okay.
[JOANNE SNIFFLES]
Let me look at you. [CHUCKLES]
- DWIGHT: Let me look at you.
- [LAUGHS] You look great.
DWIGHT: So do you. So do you.
How was your flight?
- It's good. It's good.
- JOANNE: Yeah?
Tina here?
Yeah.
Why don't we go see your
brother first, though,
before we start the whole imbroglio.
- Okay.
- JOANNE: Yeah.
- Just anxious.
- JOANNE: I know.
I don't think she's ready.
Hey Joe, look who's here.
- My condolences, Denise.
- Oh, he loved you, Dwight.
I loved him, too. He was a great guy.
DENISE: Yeah. It's just so sad.
The two of you didn't
speak for so many years
and and now this.
I'm sorry.
Twenty years in a token booth
and for what?
Goes fast.
Well, it goes slow, too.
Wanna say a prayer?
I already did.
JOANNE: I'm gonna go smoke.
I'm gonna catch up with you.
♪
[DWIGHT SIGHS]
DENISE: Thanks for coming.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
♪
[DOOR CLICKS]
Your daughter's a wonderful woman.
Got a degree in horticulture,
owns her own business.
DWIGHT: Hmm.
This husband, Emory, he's okay?
He's a nice guy. He adores her.
He's in, uh, finance or something.
Is he taking care of her?
Their condo is bigger than
the house we grew up in.
Tell me about my grandchildren.
They're great. [LAUGHS]
They're adorable. Twins.
- Come on. Seriously?
- JOANNE: Yeah.
Cody and Ryan.
They're five, uh, maybe six.
[SIGHS] They know about me?
You know what? I don't
wanna do this anymore.
- I don't. I
- I don't wanna do it either.
[DWIGHT EXHALES]
- I gotta go back inside.
- Yeah, I gotta go too.
[SIREN IN DISTANCE]
You're coming to the mass tomorrow?
I'd like to say something at the mass.
No, I don't think that's a good idea.
[FOOTSTEPS RECEDING]
PIKE: Hell of a hiccup
over at the festival.
Territorial dispute.
A couple of boys had
their inventory took.
I'm talking nitrous
oxide. You two follow?
- A lot of money.
- Yeah.
We cannot have that.
As you can imagine,
I'm getting some pressure
from the top dog
to respond, if you will.
rapidly and resoundingly.
- What do you want from us?
- Did you hear what I just said?
The big man's not happy.
He'd like your attention on this.
Pronto.
License plate number.
One of the guys we're looking for.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
[PHONE RINGING]
Yeah.
I gotta hear from strangers you're back.
What's going on?
You know, it looks bad
you sneak into town and I'm not aware.
My brother died, but you
probably already heard that.
This is family.
- You understand?
- It's my brother.
PETE: "Token Joe," buonanima.
- But my dad
- What about him?
Just get your ass to New
York Memorial in the morning.
It's my brother's funeral.
I have obligations.
Remember your first
and highest obligation.
My father was a brother to you too.
Don't you fucking forget that.
- [PHONE BEEPS]
- Was I?
[HIP HOP SONG PLAYING OVER CAR STEREO]
[PHONE CALLING TONE]
CHARICE: Woodvale
Salon. This is Charice.
Hi. Yes. My my
name is Tyson Mitchell.
And I'm I'm with the
Acme Big Booty Service.
CHARICE: Oh, my God. He returns.
[LAUGHS] What's going
on, baby girl? You good?
CHARICE: Better now. Where
the hell have you been?
Ripping and running busy, you know?
Hey, I got my own place now, so,
you know, I'm grounded. [CHUCKLES]
- [POLICE SIREN]
- Shit!
- [POLICE SIREN]
- [TYSON SIGHS]
Here we go with this shit, man.
Hey, hey. Lemme lemme
call you back, all right?
[CAR DOORS SLAM SHUT]
Your license and registration.
Hands where I can see 'em.
Registration is in the glove.
Who's this Dwight Manfredi?
- He's my boss.
- Oh, yeah?
Why don't you step outta the car for me?
No, you're not under arrest,
but for my protection,
I am gonna cuff you and
give you a good toss.
- You wearing a body camera?
- Why? You wanna be a movie star?
- Some bullshit, man.
- WEATHERWAX: Duly noted.
[TYSON GRUNTS]
- Have a seat.
- [TYSON GRUNTS]
Damn!
You can't search my
car without a warrant.
- Oh yeah? Who says?
- The constitution.
Ah, look what I found.
Now, this smells
suspiciously like marijuana.
Come on, man. That's not even mine.
This car ain't even
mine. I told you that.
So you're saying you stole this vehicle?
[PHONE CALLING TONE]
DWIGHT: This is Dwight. Leave a message.
AUTOMATED VOICE: The mailbox is full
and cannot accept any
messages at this time.
Hey, I'm gonna need another call, man.
Well, I need a foot massage
and it looks like we're both outta luck.
[SLAMS PHONE]
COP: Close group one.
[GATE CLANKS SHUT]
[HARMONIOUS INSTRUMENTAL PLAYS]
Couple bottles of Sassicaia 94.
- Pinot Grigio. Whatever anybody else wants.
- Yes, sir.
- Just take care of them. Keep it coming.
- Thank you, sir.
Ah, it's good to be home.
Of course, not under
these circumstances.
[SIGHS]
I'm sorry, I don't
remember half the people.
Who's everybody here? [LAUGHS]
- This Stella. Selena.
- My daughter.
- That's Stella?
- STELLA: Yeah.
JOANNE: There's Ethan,
Stella's husband, right?
- It's nice to meet you, Ethan.
- JOANNE: You know Joe Junior?
- You I know. Of course, you look exactly like your old man.
- Thank you.
- DWIGHT: That's a good thing.
- Yeah. Thanks.
Emory, we haven't been
formally introduced.
Well, I'm Emory. I'm Tina's husband.
Ah, we talked on the phone. [CHUCKLES]
That's right, we spoke briefly.
There was a phone where
I was too, you know?
- I I don't follow.
- Well, I'm just saying you could have called
and sought my blessing,
before you married my daughter.
- The balls on you. Wow!
- I'm old school. I'm sorry.
Yeah, you were also
indisposed, remember?
- But very easy to find.
- Okay.
So you wanted this man
to endure a cavity search
just to secure your blessing?
You're the one who stopped calling us.
My apologies, Emory.
- Everybody hungry?
- WALTER: I don't know.
What was wrong with
Bamonte's, we had to drive
- all the way to the city?
- Stop with Bamonte's.
- Nobody eats at Bamonte's.
- Walter, this is four star.
- Broaden your horizons.
- It's very nice, Uncle Dwight.
- Joey would've loved it.
- STELLA: Thank you. Yeah.
- Thank you.
- TINA: Really, foie gras ravioli?
I mean, come on. Uncle Joey is rolling
- in his freshly dug grave, right now.
- Oh, Tina!
Am I wrong? Okay.
This isn't about what
Uncle Joey would like.
This isn't even about
what we would like.
It's about what makes
Dwight look like a big shot.
It's a nice place. That's
all. It's a gesture.
Big splash, right,
with the massive spray of flowers
and your big fat busta.
JOE JR: Not for nothing, Unc, but
you settled the tab with
Mikey C at Supreme Memorials?
We appreciate it, but
nobody asked you to do that.
Denise, you didn't have to ask.
JOANNE: All right. So he
was just trying to help.
TINA: Right. Because
whenever I needed help,
first person I thought of, was my dad.
- [CROCKERY AND CUTLERY CLINKING]
- A toast
to Joe.
May he rest in peace.
And to
wiping out the past
and everybody just enjoying
the here and now, while we can.
Salut.
ALL: Salut.
- My deepest condolences, auntie. I love you.
- JOANNE: Tina.
It's okay you guys
enjoy dinner, okay?
I'll call you tomorrow.
Come on. Good night, uncle.
WALTER: Good night, sweetheart.
[FARM DIN]
[HORSE WHINNIES]
- So, what did you like at Remington?
- MAN: Nothing.
Get that horse cooled down, Richie.
Hey there. Heard you've been
moonlighting as a tough guy.
MANNY: What?
Tussle at the festival?
Seminoles, Seniors and stoners.
Quite a gang you run with.
- MANNY: You a fucking smartass?
- Easy, jefe!
Just a word to the wise.
[HORSE WHINNIES]
- Goodie, come on. Fucking go already, would you?
- Relax.
Quit your hemming and hawing.
We know you ain't got shit.
- Hey, what you don't know could fill a book.
- Too bad he couldn't read it.
- I'll give youse all a fucking schiaff'.
- LINDA: Language.
- GOODIE: All right, go ahead.
- The General approaches.
Hey, Jerry.
- Nico, Goodie. Ladies, hi.
- Dwight.
- Dwight, how are you doing?
- Good. How are you doing, Nico?
- In town long?
- In and out, why?
- [CELIA SNEEZES]
- Here we go. That's two.
[CLEARS THROAT] Do I hear four?
- Got a tissue?
- Let me be of service.
- CELIA: Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Now, that's a gentleman.
- Oh, here we go.
- Come on, what are you trying to do, show me up?
- I show you up by showing up.
- Oh, yeah, that's right.
- Hey, hey. Even in the fucking hospital?
- CELIA: Vince, come on.
- Talk to him.
- It's over.
- CELIA: Vince.
- Let's go.
- Chickie, thank you.
- You know, you ought to be a lifeguard, Nico.
All right. Go ahead. I'll take
more of your fucking money.
- Vince, sit down.
- You know, I learned the word in the military.
Deference.
It means respect.
Military.
You talking about Dickinson Academy?
- Yeah.
- It's a military school.
I was a ranked cadet.
A pair of epaulets doesn't
make you George Washington.
You know that, right?
I'm gonna talk to your old man.
He's asleep.
And the next time I
call, you come right away.
You ought to get a cocker spaniel,
they come every time.
Sir. Excuse me, sir.
I need to go to that
bathroom, right now.
- It's urgent. I need to go.
- Who's stopping you?
Ain't nobody stopping me,
where I'm supposed to go?
Officer, please,
I have to go right now, for real.
- This your phone?
- Yeah, it's my phone.
- What's your password?
- Come on now
Don't make me beg you, Officer.
[SIGHS]
Bingo. Show the man the head.
COP: [DRUMS ON DESK] My pleasure.
[PHONE RINGING]
So what do I owe the pleasure?
Just wanted to hear a friendly voice.
You wanna meet for coffee or something?
DWIGHT: I can't. I'm in New York.
You just booked it outta here,
after your run in at the music festival?
- I saw my daughter.
- STACY: How'd that go?
- DWIGHT: It didn't. She really wouldn't let me talk.
- I'm sorry.
DWIGHT: I'd be lying if
I said I was surprised.
It's been 18 years.
Just keep trying. She'll come around.
- You think so?
- The fuck do I know.
[LAUGHS] Oh, God.
Listen, these nitrous guys,
there's more to them
than meets the eye, okay?
- Such as?
- Not over the phone.
[PHONE VIBRATES]
- Listen, uh
- [PHONE VIBRATES]
I gotta take this phone call.
I'll call you when I get back, okay?
- Yeah, safe travels.
- [PHONE BEEPS]
Tyson.
Hello? Tyson, are you there?
[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS]
Bag him.
Mitchell. Tyson Mitchell.
- TYSON: That's me.
- It's check-out time.
- Enjoy your stay?
- Shit, man, weak as hell.
I'll make a note,
and next time, we'll upgrade you
to less comfortable accommodations.
There will be no next time, man.
- Where my car at?
- Impound on King Street.
And my phone too, man.
Quit playing with me.
It says here you don't have no phone.
No money, either.
Whoa, I came here with $1,200.
If I were you, I'd
write your congressman.
[PHONE CALLING TONE]
TOKEN JOE: You've reached
the Manfredi residence.
- Please leave a message.
- [BEEP]
DWIGHT: Hey, Denise, it's Dwight.
It's really nice hearing
my brother's voice
on the machine.
There were some things
I wanted to say
should have said at the church,
but I'd like to say them now, so
I wrote something down.
Here it goes.
♪
"Little brother, you were a giant.
A big man who did the little things,
the things that really matter.
The sympathetic ear.
The helping hand.
The heart of gold.
The voice of reason.
Steady as a rock
you were always there.
Not only for your family, but
to do the job you loved.
I'm not sure why you loved it
but you did.
Guys like Joe are a
rare and precious find.
Generous to a fault.
Going long,
where others fall short.
Made of mercy and malice.
Full of force and foibles.
They don't drop names,
they pick up the slack.
They don't raise their voices,
they lower the temperature.
They don't hold grudges.
They unlock potential.
They don't show off
they show up."
[MUSIC FADES]
- Hey!
- Manny.
So, what the fuck were you talking about
the other day?
You wanna pretend like that wasn't you
- at Ogallala-land?
- No, it was me.
I'm just asking you,
like, what did you mean
by word to the wise?
Ever heard of Black Macadam?
No, what is that? A band?
Not hardly. Motorcycle gang.
One percenters.
My old man's sergeant at arms.
Yeah? Kinda like leader of the pack?
Yeah. [CHUCKLES] Keep laughing.
They run the nitrous game out here,
and they're not to be fucked with.
Meaning what?
Meaning they'll kill anyone
that gets in their way.
Huh, you know, it's funny,
I've actually met
people like that before.
ROXY: Why don't you Google 'em,
and then let me know how
funny you think it is.
[EERIE INSTRUMENTAL PLAYING]
[HEAVY BREATHING]
Tyson Mitchell, tell me about him.
I barely know him. I barely know him.
And yet your name
is in the frequent
contacts of his cell phone?
I do business with his
boss, Dwight Manfredi.
And he is?
The bane of my fucking existence.
I take it that Señor Manfredi
is the older gentleman.
Yeah.
And what is the nature
of your business together?
I believe the term is "extortion."
You extort people?
He's extorting me.
What do you have that he wants?
What does everybody want?
Dosh.
Well, his mistake.
Señor Manfredi, I mean,
is trying to take mine.
I'd be happy to relay
that message to him.
[LAUGHS] And you will.
But not quite yet.
[EERIE INSTRUMENTAL PLAYING]
["I THINK I'LL JUST STAY HERE
AND DRINK" BY MERLE HAGGARD]
Could be holding you tonight ♪
Could quit doing
wrong, start doing right ♪
You don't care about what I think ♪
I think I'll just
stay here and drink ♪
[WOMEN CHUCKLE]
Hey, putting you down,
don't square no deal ♪
Least you'll know the way I feel ♪
Excuse me, ladies.
Take all the money in the bank ♪
Help you, fellas?
This mutt belong to you?
It depends. He wearing a tag?
You're Mitch, right?
AKA Mitch the Stick?
Hate to break up your
little daisy chain,
but we need a word.
No, thanks.
You under the impression
that we're negotiating?
- Get the fuck out of my joint.
- Excuse me?
You want it in fucking sign language?
I suggest in the strongest of terms,
you take it down a notch.
And I suggest, since this establishment
is situated on Cherokee land,
where you have absolutely no authority,
that you get your fat sorry
fucking cottage cheese asses
out of here.
♪
- See you soon.
- MITCH: Looking forward to it.
Fuck's going on?
♪
[KEYBOARD CLATTERING]
[EERIE INSTRUMENTAL PLAYING]
[BELL TINKLING]
TINA: Sorry, we're closed.
I could use some roses.
What are you doing here?
Just wanted to talk.
Look, Tina, I know you hate me, okay?
I don't hate you, Dwight.
I feel bad for you.
You have to call me by my first name?
It's either that, or Mr. Manfredi.
"Dad" ship kinda left port years ago.
Dwight it is.
And I will admit, Dwight,
there is something inside me.
Little flickering ember of love for you.
But something just tells me
to stomp it out once and for all.
Hope you don't do that.
You're a bad bet.
How's that?
Because you haven't learned anything.
Oh, you'd be surprised.
- I've learned a lot.
- Oh, really?
Mmm.
Then what in God's name
are you doing in Oklahoma?
It's a little late in the game
for me to find a new trade.
Let's just end this now, Dwight.
I wanna get home to my kids.
Can I see them, please?
Tina, is there any way for us
just to to move past this?
We definitely can't go back now, can we?
You know, the day after Christmas
was always such a relief.
And that went for every holiday,
every milestone.
You learn to dread what
should be happy times,
and your life becomes topsy-turvy.
I don't wanna talk about this.
Let's talk about Uncle Joe.
- May he rest in peace.
- Yeah.
Would you have preferred if it was me?
No.
But Uncle Joey
he was parked outside my senior prom
at the El Caribe.
Pounding Michelobs for three hours
just to keep an eye on my date.
Ma gave me her pearls.
And Aunt Joanne got
Anna B from the Style Inn
to do my hair and makeup.
You
left us nothing.
Nothing.
Burdens
- obligations that wait.
- I know.
And when you went away,
Ma didn't have so much
as a checking account.
Nico "The Package"
Bugliosi was the only one
who'd come check in on
us from time to time.
- Do you remember The Package?
- Yeah.
I just saw him at the hospital.
Well, let's just say one Tuesday night,
while Ma was working a double
I learned the hard
way why he's called
Why he's called what?
Nothing.
No, it's not. No. Wait a minute.
I it's not nothing. Stop.
Called what?
- "The Package"? Is that
- Forget it.
No, I'm not what are
you trying to tell me?
I don't wanna talk about it.
I don't even wanna think about it, okay?
No, please. I'm I'm begging you.
- TINA: No. No. Just
- Tell me what happened.
He did nothing. Just forget it. Okay?
- DWIGHT: I can't forget it.
- No, please. Just
Please, Tina. Please, I'm begging.
- TINA: No.
- Just tell me.
I'm asking you.
Promise me you won't do anything.
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
Thank you.
[PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING]
[ELEVATOR DINGS]
[OMINOUS TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
[MACHINES BEEPING]
[TV SHOW PLAYING IN BACKGROUND]
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
They finally got here.
- Hey.
- DWIGHT: How you doing?
What a sight for sore eyes.
I'm, uh [CHUCKLES]
hanging in there.
That's good.
Where's everybody?
Chickie, Nico
They took off, to the club.
Mm.
How you doing? You good?
Mm-hmm. I'm very good.
I brought you this
from my brother's wake.
I'm sorry abut that happening.
I'm sure you would've
been there if you could.
You kidding me?
Of course.
I was thinking the other day, Pete,
that when I was in the joint,
I used to think about the good old days
and friends, family.
Good times.
When you finally get
out, you look around
you realize the good old days
were not really that good.
Yeah. It's an adjustment.
Sure. It's an adjustment.
Because now I realize what I missed.
Seeing my daughter grow up
become a woman
get married.
And she did all that
without me protecting her.
And that kills me.
'Cause that's what a good father does.
Protects the ones
they're responsible for.
The ones they love.
And then there's
you.
You swore
on the soul of your mother,
you'd watch out for my wife, my kid.
You swore that.
And then this Nico
Did you know?
Know what?
What the fuck are you talking about?
I'm not following you.
[PETE GRUNTS]
[TENSE OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]
Did
you
fucking
know?
[MACHINES BEEPING]
You didn't.
[INHALES DEEPLY]
Know what?
Know what?
[SIZZLING]
GOODIE: Raging Bull
Then he says, "I dunno whether
to fuck him or fight him!"
- Whose deal is it?
- Vince.
- I just fucking dealt.
- You just dealt?
VINCE: Yo! What are you doing here?
- [GRUNTING]
- Get the door.
- [GLASS SHATTERS]
- [NICO SCREAMS]
My fucking daughter?
- Dwight!
- [NICO SCREAMS]
CHICKIE: Come on!
[SIZZLING]
[NICO SCREAMS IN PAIN]
[GLASS SHATTERS]
CHICKIE: Enough already!
You're gonna fucking kill him!
My daughter.
My fucking daughter.
["BEYOND THE SEA" BY
BOBBY DARIN PLAYING]
Will kiss, just as before ♪
Where are you going?
Happy we'll be beyond the sea ♪
And never again ♪
[BONE CRUNCHING]
I'll go sailing ♪
You clean it up.
♪
I know he's your
friend, Pop, but Jesus
♪
What do we do with Dwight?
♪
Mr. Manfredi
Sir, you're overplaying your hand.
When I play my hand,
you won't see it coming.
That's your idea of cooling things down?
Nobody said I was a diplomat.
I'd like to ask you a few questions
about a Dwight Manfredi.
♪
Whatever you're doing you gotta stop.
♪