Tulsa King (2022) s02e07 Episode Script

1
MTV ♪
What is going on in Atlanta?
Gonna work out some misunderstandings.
- So it's a sit-down.
- Where did you hear that term?
It's not like she didn't
grow up in this family.
You're in the weed business.
The right thing to do is
you cut us in for a taste.
How 'bout a week from never?
And as for Kansas City
we're neighbors, man.
- 15% off the top.
- Maybe I can live with that.
What the fuck does New York get?
The milkshakes. Both of 'em.
Manfredi thinks he can do
whatever the hell he wants.
You don't defeat an enemy
by using half measures.
Shouldn't have caved.
Manfredi's got my lunch money.
- We made a deal, though, right?
- Fuck that.
I don't want to do this
anymore. Dwight's too dangerous.
I own you.
- What does Dwight give us?
- Nothing.
You're a stupid motherfucker.
- That anything?
- It's dead.
I'm gonna buy the Navigator.
Okay. Go for it.
Hey, Tyson, stay alert.
Keep your head on a swivel.
I bought it. Now it's yours.
- [LAUGHS]
- [TIRES SCREECH]
Dad, no!
Dad!
[SLOW, BLUESY MUSIC]
- [DISTANT SIRENS BLARING]
- [BEEP OVER P.A. SYSTEM]
[INDISTINCT P.A. ANNOUNCEMENT]
♪
Mama? Mama, I can get
you a coffee or something.
- Hey.
- How's he doing?
Still waiting on the doc.
Excuse me. I'm sorry about Mark.
He's a strong guy.
I'm sure he'll come
back better than ever.
- Anybody need anything?
- [ANGIE] No.
Thank you.
[BEEP OVER P.A.]
[INDISTINCT P.A. ANNOUNCEMENT]
- How is he, Doctor?
- He's a very lucky man.
He's alive because he seems
to have only been halfway into the car
at the time of the explosion.
- So he's gonna be okay?
- He will.
He'll need surgery on his
right shoulder and leg,
and he also got some burns
that'll need attention,
but other than that,
- he's out of danger.
- Mm.
So how long he got to be up in here?
- A week, possibly less.
- Can we see him?
Only briefly. He's sedated,
so he really won't be able
to speak, but I'll send a nurse out
- to bring you back.
- Okay.
- Okay?
- All right.
I want him dead, and
I want to do it myself.
Not now. We don't know anything.
What else do we have to know?
It was Bevilaqua. It was Bevilaqua!
Mama, I swear to God,
I'm-I'm gonna handle this.
- I promise you.
- Who the hell are you?
'Cause you ain't my son.
You're just a two-bit
gangster just like them.
- Mama, it's not even like that.
- It's exactly like that!
Now get out, all of you.
You want to see your father,
do it when I'm not around.
[SLOW, DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪
[INDISTINCT P.A. ANNOUNCEMENT]
[SIREN WHOOPS]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
What do you have so far?
It's definitely an incendiary device.
Remote-controlled, looks defective.
Most likely went off too early.
Uh, we got a name off the
VIN. You're gonna love it.
Car's registered to Dwight Manfredi.
The plumber's son's his driver.
So Dad here was just collateral damage?
Unless he's got a really
pissed-off customer.
Tell me about the explosion.
I don't know. It just
all happened so fast.
Like, right before my
dad pushed a button,
there was this white car, this Prius.
- It was, like sketchy.
- Yup.
- What do you mean?
- I don't know.
I saw it earlier in that day.
It was like it was like
it was watching us.
Right before the car
exploded, it skirted off.
- Any security cameras?
- Nah.
- Any neighbors see anything?
- No. I don't know.
What difference does that even make?
It makes a big difference.
I need to know the exact address
where you first saw the Prius.
Okay, fine, but what's the fucking plan?
We wait until we know something.
We wait?
We waited, and now this is the price.
My pops is nearly dead!
It was Bevilaqua. What the
fuck? Are y'all serous right now?
- Easy. Easy.
- No. This is my pops in there.
[SLOW, SOMBER MUSIC]
You told us he was gonna
come for us, and he did.
Hey, you don't make this
personal. You get it?
If it's not personal, then
what the fuck else is it?
- It's business, kid.
- That's right. It's business.
They weren't trying
to whack your old man.
They wanted to kill me.
- And me, too.
- You, too.
Maybe it was Kansas City. I doubt it.
It could be New York.
But we don't a make a move
until we know what the
fuck we're up against.
I didn't sign up for this.
What'd you sign up for?
[TENSE, PERCUSSIVE MUSIC]
To be you.
♪
[SIGHS]
[PERCUSSIVE, UPBEAT MUSIC]
♪
♪
[SIGHS]
- How is he?
- It's okay. He'll be all right.
Oh, thank God.
It's all over the news.
That could have been
you in the car, or us.
Is this why you're
pushing for homeschooling?
All right, all right. Just calm down.
- [LOUD KNOCKING]
- [TINA] Who the hell's that?
It's probably nothing.
Why don't you guys
go upstairs, lock the
door, just as a precaution.
- Come on.
- Go on. You'll be all right.
Lock the door.
- Who is it?
- [WATTERS] FBI. Open up.
I'm assuming you've heard
about your car by now.
What about it?
Just curious if you might
know who'd want you dead.
Like Vince Antonacci? Bill Bevilaqua?
- Don't know 'em.
- [COLE] The Atlanta office
has photos of the three of
you having lunch together.
Three guys show up at the same place.
It could be a coincidence.
What can I tell you?
[WATTERS] Well, you think of
something, you give us a call.
Well, don't wait by the phone.
[WATTERS] Showing your age, Dwight.
Nobody waits by the phone anymore.
[ATMOSPHERIC BLUES]
♪
I need a car.
Navigator not working out for you?
[STAMMERS] Why don't you
step into my office here?
Uh [SMACKS LIPS] Look,
as I'm sure you already know,
I'm in the process of
transferring ownership
of this business to Mr. Manfredi.
Now, I can't just give
you a car without
Stop fucking with me, Donnie.
I don't got time for your shit.
Whoa, whoa, hey, now. Take it easy.
What'd you have in mind?
I don't give a shit.
Just hurry the fuck up!
Well, I-I can put you in a Chevy Tahoe.
Yes, whatever the
fuck you got. Let's go.
All right, that's what
the fuck I got. Let's go.
All right. Here, let's do it.
Oh, Father, let me go ♪
Cut me loose and rest my bones ♪
Oh, Father, bless my ♪
All signs point to KC.
I mean, bombings have been
their trademark in the past.
But that's also why I
don't think it was them.
- Too obvious.
- Mm.
You know, it could've
been Bevilaqua's guy,
Vic the fuck is his
name? It doesn't matter.
But he wasn't too
happy with the sit-down,
and he could've whispered
in Bevilaqua's ear,
kind of squirreled the whole deal.
That's a possibility.
From a whisper to a car bomb?
Seems like a pretty big jump.
Well, New York is mad enough to do it.
And with Chickie, you can never tell.
He's a hothead, he'll have a hard-on
for you until the day he dies.
Maybe we should put
that idea into the works.
Throw Vince in there,
too, while we're at it.
- Yeah.
- I have this theory.
I think Vince is too stupid to die.
- [LAUGHS]
- It's a theory.
You know, some guys
bulletproof?
- Trying to be serious here.
- I know.
What about your pal Thresher?
You said he worked with Bevilaqua.
Could be the two of them together.
I don't know, Mitch.
I'm not feeling that.
But this does have all
the moronic earmarks
of something Chickie
might have dreamed up.
Why don't you get him on the phone?
[DOOR CLOSES]
[JOHNNY] Mm-hmm.
Sports book.
That's it?
Fucking Yankees killed
us again this week.
This is bullshit.
Got to tell your guys to
stop paying out so fast.
Hey. Vince.
Fuck you been?
[VINCE] Had to take
the kid to the dentist.
- [PHONE RINGING]
- Getting his braces off soon.
Goodie.
What do you want?
[DWIGHT OVER PHONE]
Did you try to kill me?
General.
To what do I owe the pleasure?
A bomb. Did you try to blow me up?
Give me a little credit, Dwight.
I ever take a run at you,
I'll put two in the back
of your fucking head.
Put Vince on the phone.
Why? I'm here. You talk to me.
No, Vince was there,
you weren't. Put him on the phone.
It's me.
Kansas City, Bevilaqua.
- What's the temperature?
- Fuck should I know?
Why don't you drive over there
and stick a thermometer
up your new buddy's ass?
Alls I know is whoever tried to kill you
wasn't us, unfortunately.
Better grow a new pair of eyes, Vince.
[VINCE] Fuck's that mean?
[SLOW, TENSE MUSIC]
♪
I don't like he talks to you directly.
Then you shouldn't have
put me on the phone.
You shouldn't have been at the sit-down.
Yeah, you mentioned that.
[FRED] So what does this mean?
We gotta start checking
our cars for bombs now?
I wouldn't even know what to look for.
Wires, I-I guess.
Thanks, MacGyver. Very helpful.
[JIMMY] You ever look under a hood?
There's wires everywhere, man.
[BODHI] Okay, everyone
just take a breath.
They're after Dwight, not us.
Then how did Tyson's dad almost buy it?
I'm pretty sure that was unintentional.
That makes me feel a lot better.
[JIMMY] So what do you think?
Should we shut down for a few days,
say it's, like, some kind of
family emergency or something?
Fuck.
- We just had our grand opening.
- [CLINT] Yeah, really.
What kind of message would that send?
Not as bad as the messages
being dead would send.
[BODHI] You want to stay home,
that's fine, go ahead.
I'm not gonna pay you.
[CLINT] If we do stay,
do we get hazard pay?
No.
How do we get there?
How do you get where?
Home.
I'm not gonna start my car.
Looks like my skateboard's
not so stupid, is it?
Fred, go start Grace's car.
I'm the bomb squad now?
You're security, remember?
Yeah, that just seems a
little bit above and beyond.
Look, I'll pay for your Uber.
Can I make him stop at
the Greenery on the way?
- What?
- I'm hungry.
I want a salad for when I get home.
[DWIGHT] Pull in.
[BIGFOOT] You want me to go in with you?
Don't take this the wrong way,
but if someone who looked like you
knocked on the door,
would you answer?
- No.
- [CHUCKLES]
There it is.
[GAME ANNOUNCER ON TV]
Number 9, Johnson,
leads off at first. Number 6
[BIRDS SINGING]
[DOORBELL RINGS]
- [DOG BARKING]
- [ANNOUNCER CONTINUES INAUDIBLY]
Yeah? Can I, uh, can I help you?
[DWIGHT] Yeah, good afternoon.
My name is Mario Lanza.
I represent the Allied
Insurance Company,
who represents Mark Mitchell.
- My plumber?
- Exactly.
Now, he had a hit-and-run accident
right out front here, and
I see you got one of these
doorbells that photographs everything.
And I was wondering if perhaps
I could borrow that footage.
You have some, uh, ID or something?
[SOFT, RHYTHMIC MUSIC]
Well, yeah, I got five of them.
Okay. Yeah.
- Why don't you come on in?
- You got any iced tea?
Yeah, yeah, make yourself at home.
- I got you.
- All right.
[INTRIGUING MUSIC]
♪
Let me pull it up here. One second.
- Mm-hmm.
- Okay.
[TYPING]
Good. There's Mark and Tyson.
- There's the Prius.
- [BODHI] Yeah.
[DWIGHT] Can you pull
something out of that?
[BODHI] It's a weird
angle, but let me zoom in.
Um
Oklahoma plate. First two letters AZ.
- AZ?
- That's all I can make out.
That's all I need. Thanks.
[INTRIGUING MUSIC]
♪
Now, when the light changes,
let's have you pull over up ahead
- and parallel park.
- Okay.
[TIRES SCREECH]
What's this guy doing?
[IMPOSING MUSIC]
Oh, no. Oh, no.
♪
Always nice to see you, Paul.
Mr. Manfredi, uh, I'm in the middle
of administering a test.
But this can't wait.
Young lady, uh, could you, like,
play with the hazard button for a while,
see how they work?
He'll be right back.
Step into my office, Paul.
- Wow, you're healing up nicely.
- Thank you?
Listen, I need you to do a favor for me.
I need you to run a plate.
Mr. Manfredi, I-I can't do this anymore.
- I could lose my job.
- I understand.
But actually, you'll
be doing something good
for the city, and look.
Ten grand.
I need you to find a white Prius,
and the license number Paul.
Look at me. Eyes up here.
Plate number AZ.
This is absolutely the last time?
Sure. Of course it is.
You can leave now.
[IMPOSING MUSIC]
♪
Thank you, sweetheart,
for your patience.
He's such a good teacher.
And, Paul ciao.
Ciao.
No, not the Chinese C-H-O-W.
I'm talking "ciao."
Ciao.
[LAUGHS] I'm breaking your balls.
Take off. See you later. [CHUCKLES]
I have no fucking idea
what you're talking about.
[CHICKIE ON PHONE] So you're telling me
you got nothing to do with this?
If it was me, he'd be
fucking dead, Chickie.
Well, irregardless, you're
Dwight's number one suspect.
- Based on what?
- Come on.
It ain't like KC doesn't have a
history with this type of shit.
What do you mean, car bombs? Come on.
It's ancient history.
Before my time even.
Well, like I said,
that's not Dwight's take.
Come on, it's bullshit, man.
I made a deal with the guy.
I'm getting paid. Why would I
go back on my word? It's stupid.
What's Vince's take on this?
Who gives a fuck what Vince thinks?
You're right.
Anyway, how do I know you
didn't do this, Chickie,
and you're implicating me and my guys?
What the fuck are you saying here?
You got years of bad
history with him, right?
You keep me the fuck out
of this, you understand?
[DISCONNECT TONE SOUNDS]
[OMINOUS MUSIC]
♪
Nice. All right, cool
him down and feed him.
The oaten hay. No alfalfa.
Fucking huh? Jesus Christ.
[HORSE NEIGHS]
Goodie told me what happened.
I called Tyson to wish his dad well,
but he didn't pick up.
Eh, it's the thought
that counts, Armand.
[LAUGHS] Hey.
Margaret's watching, so pretend
we're talking about the horse.
Just look at the horse, nod, smile,
and answer my fucking questions.
Okay.
So, what about Thresher?
What about him?
Now, did you see him
or any of his cronies
driving around in a fucking
white Prius by any chance?
- A Prius? No, I don't think so.
- Mm-hmm.
You guys talk about me?
Look, Dwight, I mean, it's no secret
he don't like you, but what
are you asking me exactly?
Look at the fucking horse.
- [HORSE NEIGHS]
- There you go.
So what do you guys talk about?
I don't know, general stuff.
We make conversation. He
asks a lot of questions
about his horses here. Just random shit.
Did you ever tell him
about our turbines?
No.
No, why would I do that?
I mean, it's possible maybe
I inadvertently mentioned it,
but, uh, I really don't remember.
Inadvertently?
How about I whack you so fucking hard
you inadvertently remember
what you're supposed to remember?
Dwight, please, I
really I don't recall.
What about the bombing?
Him? You think that
[ENGINE STARTS]
I-I don't know. Honestly, Dwight,
I barely know the fucking guy.
I'm sorry, I'm just, I'm
caught in the middle here.
There is no middle.
There's only one side, Armand.
[OMINOUS MUSIC]
[VEHICLE APPROACHING]
There she is, queen of the ranch.
- You all right?
- I'm good.
Yeah, unfortunately,
Tyson's father got injured.
What caused it?
Something faulty caused it.
I don't have the specifics.
Uh-huh.
Faulty something?
Mm. That's not what they're reporting.
[HORSE NEIGHS]
You're right about that.
I'm thinking that maybe
we should cool things down
until things get cooler,
'cause I don't want to
cause you any problems.
[CHUCKLES]
We ever gonna have a
normal relationship?
Listen, I want that badly, I do.
But me and normal have rarely
been in the same room together.
I'm half-waiting for Mickey Featherstone
- to walk through the door.
- [LAUGHTER]
[RALPHIE] It's better that we meet here,
instead of some scungilli
joint down on 18th Avenue.
- Salute.
- [OTHERS] Salute.
Salute.
So, how's Rosamund?
[RALPHIE] We stay in
our separate corners.
She goes to St. John's twice a week.
I play golf at Maplewood, you know.
- You ever miss
- What?
Looking over my shoulder?
That never stops.
You probably changed cars in Bayonne.
[LAUGHTER]
- Piscataway.
- Oh!
Those fucking feds,
they'd love to put me away.
Things are different now.
You guys still boosting
packages from Amazon?
- It's not that bad.
- [ERNIE] Yeah.
It ain't getting any better, Vincenzo.
Dwight's doing big things.
Dwight could sell sunshine in Sedona.
Well, you're not far off.
What's my family doing?
Got a guy, thinks he
inherits the top job.
Chickie.
Just went and fucking
declared himself king.
Yeah, Pete would've wanted it that way.
[VINCE] You think so?
An incompetent hothead?
Guy sends Dwight to the sticks,
Pete himself to the great beyond.
So that's true?
He as much as admitted it.
Talk about getting fucked over.
Look at Benny Abramo.
Pete's underboss going
back to the flood.
He walks away 'cause
he didn't see a path.
He knew he knew
Chickie was being groomed.
[SPUTTERS] Like a fucking Pekingese.
[RALPHIE] Hey, the top job, you know,
like an old gray mare, ain't
what it used to be, boys.
[VINCE] Nah, it doesn't
have to be, Ralphie.
It's just different now.
There's no more giant
fucking smack refineries.
But now we get to
piggyback the legal stuff.
The weed, the gaming, Big Pharma.
[RALPHIE] So
you want to move Chickie out?
I could go to Dwight.
I can make a business arrangement.
I can make things right.
But not with Chickie out front.
You fellas and your families
never had no beef with Dwight.
On the contrary.
So let me move Chickie aside
before the Invernizzi
family's decommissioned.
Sold for fucking scraps.
Is that what you're
asking for here, Vince?
Hey, we got to go to the bosses.
We got to get this sanctioned.
Of course.
[RAYMOND] You were
smart to go this route.
By not taking matters
into your own hands.
I thank you gentlemen for
taking the time to hear me out.
- I didn't hear nothing.
- Me neither.
- Nothing.
- [VINCE] Enough said.
- Cent'anni.
- Cent'anni.
[INTRIGUING MUSIC]
♪
[VEHICLE APPROACHING]
[TIRES SCREECH]
[TRUCK DOOR OPENS]
Something you want to tell me?
Whatever you're thinking,
- I'd rethink it.
- [GUN COCKS]
You want to lose your head?
[DWIGHT] Soon
I'm gonna stop talking.
And that's when bad shit happens.
You sent your goons
to wreck my turbines.
Do you have a death wish?
Why do people like you
provoke people like me?
It really ends fucking badly, Thresher.
You made your point.
What about the bombing?
What bombing?
The bomb that was meant to kill me.
It hurt someone else.
That's bad.
I don't know what you're talking about.
You better pray you don't.
I'm gonna find that white Prius.
I got the plate number.
And when I do,
you better pray
that you
or these fuckheads you
have working for you
weren't involved.
Because I'm gonna burn your world
to the fucking ground
with you in it.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪
[ENGINE STARTS]
[TRUCK DEPARTS]
We need to talk.
[SIGHS] I'm busy.
Manfredi was just here
asking about a white Prius.
What did you tell him?
I lied. I told him we didn't have one.
I mean [SCOFFS] do we?
I'm not even sure.
He says he has partial plates.
Look, does this Prius
have anything to do
with a bombing and trying
to take Manfredi out?
Do you know about this?
[PHONE BEEPS]
[LINE RINGS]
Hanjin. Come to the meeting spot.
["JAMES" BY TOBY LIGHTMAN]
♪
Ooh ♪
- Hey.
- Ooh ♪
Ooh ♪
Need to talk?
[TYSON SIGHS]
Tyson.
I can't talk about nothing right now.
Now no one gonna save my soul ♪
We're all tied together, bud.
So when I hear you saying shit
about driving to Kansas City
to shoot someone,
you don't even think like that yet.
My mother hates me.
My family.
They think I'm responsible.
And they're right.
It wasn't your fault.
The fuck it wasn't!
Why did I give my dad that car?
Because it was a
beautiful fucking gesture.
He's your father. How
could you have known?
Should've been me! Should've been me!
Not him.
When are we gonna get our revenge?
Look, shut up, I'm gonna
tell you something, all right?
And I want you to
really think about this.
Not now, not when your emotions are raw.
I mean tomorrow when you wake up.
You are at a crossroads, my friend.
A real life fucking crossroads.
And this might be
your last chance to
get out of this life.
I'm already in it! I'm in it!
I'm in it, man!
Some shit's been done
that can't be undone.
All right, I have done
bad things, all right?
And I have done
hard fucking time for
it, so you listen to me.
You murder a motherfucker,
there is no turning back.
You will never be the same.
Believe me, every night
when you close your eyes,
you will see that guy's face.
So don't fucking do it!
Anybody can kill a man, sure
as shit, but when you do,
a little piece of you dies, too.
[BEVILAQUA] Point is, we
had nothing to do with it.
Not that that fucking matters.
What matters is, Manfredi thinks we did.
Strike first, strike hard,
that's my fucking vote.
[BEVILAQUA] Your vote?
So you want trouble?
[SALLY DOGS] Maybe we could reach out.
Reason with him.
You know what "projecting" means?
It means you're putting out the
wrong fucking premature ideas
about what's actually
happening right now,
which is a big fucking nothing.
[ART] Could be New York for all we know.
Trying to set us up.
[BEVILAQUA] Possible.
What's the financial
upside there, though, right?
I don't think they're players.
They hate the guy,
that's for sure, but
to whack him is personal,
it's not profitable.
So what's the plan?
[SALLY DOGS] He's got the casino, right?
The weed store, all
the rest of his shit?
I say we take him out.
Keep all his stuff.
Put the blame on New York.
I mean, why not?
Manfredi got no backup to speak of.
Exactly, we take out him
and the fucking Black kid.
That's key, also.
It's his father got blown up.
He's got to be looking for blood.
What, are you fucking psychic now?
Is that what you all are?
I keep telling you, this
guy is fucking different.
He's a killer for sure, but
he's a major fucking earner
and he's only gonna grow.
Doesn't makes sense
to kill this guy now.
Huh, why?
Why?
Not now.
Maybe down the road a
little bit, maybe later,
but not now.
I'm done filling a cup ♪
With a hole in the bottom ♪
Taking an ax ♪
[DEALER] Place your bets, please.
Place your bets.
The rot at the roots ♪
Is the root of the problem ♪
[DWIGHT] Jesus, I can't
believe I called you already.
Well, well, I like it.
- You like that I'm weak?
- That's not weak.
I think it's flattering.
[BOTH LAUGH]
Flattering.
I tell you that we need to cool it,
we need to stay away from
each other for a while,
and here we are.
That's pretty weak in my book.
- You want to make this crazy relationship work?
- Okay.
I want to know what you're thinking.
What you're going through.
You know, Margaret, all my life,
I take and I take, I take and I take.
And you know what I give back?
Ugatz.
Not good.
You gave 25 years of your life.
- Mm.
- Or are you just
- feeling sorry for yourself?
- No.
I'm mad at myself.
You spend all this time
trying to build something.
And not just me.
Any guy.
He spends his whole life,
his best years trying to get something.
And the price you pay:
the people that need you the most
are left behind.
They get nothing.
And when the time comes
for you to check out
you don't matter to anybody.
We all got regrets, we've made mistakes.
Well, I, I made a lot.
A lot.
I have a corner on regrets.
And I keep wondering,
why are you with me?
I mean, I'm glad you are.
But it's not safe, Margaret.
Are you fishing for a compliment?
[CHUCKLES] Maybe.
- A little one.
- [CHUCKLING] Okay.
Here's the deal.
Tough times don't last,
but tough people do.
- Hmm.
- That's you and me.
We've had to be, or else
people walk all over us.
Way too many times, but that
is not gonna happen again.
And if you want to build a future,
you got to know what you want.
I want you.
You have terrible taste in men.
- Tell me about it.
- [CHUCKLES]
Listen, I know about Thresher and his
low-life Kansas City playmates.
Yeah, you got a dark side.
So do I.
That doesn't mean that we can't
[PHONE RINGING]
Sorry.
Hello.
[PAUL OVER PHONE] Mr. Manfredi,
uh, it's Paul Cheevers.
The vehicle you inquired about
is registered to a business
called AGV Imports,
375 Front Street in Guthrie.
Okay. Thanks.
- [PHONE BEEPS]
- Everything okay?
Yeah.
More gangster business?
Sorta.
Margaret, you're not a
little afraid of this?
Scared a little bit?
Mm, a little.
It's kind of a turn-on.
[CHUCKLING] Turn-on.
I got an idea.
Why don't we go back to my
place for a little private time?
And I know you're really busy,
so don't feel obligated
to spend the night.
[CHUCKLING] Okay.
Check, please.
[MONITOR BEEPING STEADILY]
[GENTLE, HOPEFUL MUSIC]
♪
Nurse said you can still hear me.
I don't know if that's true or not.
I guess it don't matter.
I know you're not happy with
the choices that I've made.
Being truthful now, I
ain't so sure myself.
But if I turn back now, Pop
what was it all for?
I'm a punk.
I'm-I'm-I'm a wannabe.
A little bitch with his
tail tucked between his legs
soon as shit hit the fan.
If I let this go
how will I ever be able
to look you in your eye again?
You're my father.
I love you.
And look what they did to you.
I'd give anything to trade
places with you right now.
That can't happen.
And I know if I was in the bed,
you would be thinking
the same thing I am.
I love you, Dad.
Forgive me.
[KISSES]
What the fuck?
[DARK, PULSING MUSIC]
Did you ?
Manfredi. I told you.
You don't fuck around with a snake.
You cut its head off and throw it away.
Enough of that fortune cookie shit.
What happened?
The explosive went off too early.
They both should have been gone.
And what happens when
Manfredi finds out about this?
'Cause he sure as shit will.
Not going to happen.
Of course it is!
This is gonna get so fucking ugly.
What were you thinking?
Manfredi is nothing,
he meant nothing in the big picture.
You were the one who kept pushing him.
Now we get rid of the car,
crush it into a cube.
I'll handle it.
- Really?
- [CAR DOOR CLOSES]
What about your friend Hanjin?
What if Manfredi talks to him?
What the fuck?!
That won't happen.
[GRUNTING]
[EXHALES]
[LINE RINGS]
[TYSON] It's Tyson. Leave a message.
- [BEEPS]
- Tyson, it's Dad.
I know you were just here.
Where are you?
Call me back.
[PULSING, DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪
[PANTING]
[MACHINERY WHIRRING, BUZZING]
[MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ON TV]
[PHONE RINGING]
Yeah.
Hello.
It's Mark.
[DWIGHT] Hey, Mark. How you doing?
Okay. Is-is Tyson with you?
No. I thought he was
supposed to be home.
[SIGHS] He was here
before, but I'm-I'm worried,
and he was talking some crazy shit.
Will you find him?
All right, yeah. I'll get back to you.
[PHONE BEEPS]
Fuck.
[PHONE RINGING]
Yeah?
- Where the fuck are you?
- [TYSON] That don't matter.
[DWIGHT] I want you to
come to my house now.
It's not happening.
Tyson, listen, I found the address
of the guy that has the white Prius.
- Is that right?
- Tyson
whatever you're thinking about doing,
don't fucking do it.
Don't fucking do it.
[TIRES SCREECHING]
[GUNFIRE]
[HORN HONKING]
[DWIGHT] Tyson?
- Tyson!
- [ENGINE STARTS]
[TIRES SCREECHING]
[TENSE, PERCUSSIVE MUSIC]
♪
[PERCUSSIVE, UPBEAT MUSIC]
♪