Landman

Run!

-Run, run, run! Go, go! -I got an H2S leak

at 5272. Send Hazmat and EMS.

We're partners barely a month. Look how well we're doing.

Oh, no, you're not partners with me.

You're partners with a 22-year-old kid.

You bet on him to fail,

so he would owe you,

and so I'd owe you. I don't owe you

a fucking thing and neither does he.

Hey, every time you take a fucking breath,

-you owe me, Thomas. -Really?

Every time you take a fucking breath!

I now know why Monty was so stressed.

The company has no money.

You might want to hang here for a minute, okay?

Well, now, why would I do that?

Because I'm-a get a little rough.

Come here.

Who's the gangster now?

It's like I'm looking into a mirror.

You ever bar tend before?

Just for fun.

You ain't gonna think it's fun here.

It could get interesting.

Who died?

My mother.

It's a disease, you know?

And it killed a part of her I loved,

and left us with the woman you knew.

Funeral's Friday.

Shit!

Come out here for a smoke?

The opposite.

Needed some fresh air.

Yeah.

How'd you finish out the night?

Uh...

Haven't counted yet.

Don't count it out here.

Count it in the office.

I need to tip the bar backs?

Twenty percent.

So, what are you thinking, huh?

We gonna see you tomorrow?

It is tomorrow.

Are we gonna see you today?

I'm a single mother.

I can't be getting home at 5:00 in the morning

to a baby who wakes at 7:00.

Yeah.

You know, I'd count that stack before you say no.

Two nights a week here is like

two weeks of nights anywhere else.

Two nights a week I could do.

I assume Friday and Saturday are the best days?

When oil's booming...

...it don't make no difference.

Every night's Friday night.

Cooper.

What are you doing?

Uh...

Came to get my coat?

It's too hot for a coat.

A dress coat. Or a sports coat.

Why didn't you just get it? You have a key.

Well, you told me to leave.

Didn't feel right going in your house without your permission.

But it felt right to sleep on my porch like a stalker?

I called you and you didn't answer,

so I got worried.

Come on in.

Are my things still in the...

Still in the closet, Cooper.

Uh, so, you're working at the Patch?

Mm-hmm.

Supposed to be a pretty rough place.

Lives up to its reputation.

What's with the coat?

Big meeting?

Uh, Grandmother died.

Oh, Cooper, I'm so sorry.

It's okay. I-I didn't know her.

She had a troubled life,

but still a funeral all the same.

-In town? -In the Panhandle.

Canadian.

Is that far?

It's a drive.

Give me five minutes to change.

You don't have to do that. It's fine.

You were there for me.

I'll be there for you.

Like I said, I didn't know her to miss her.

You don't want me to go?

I want you everywhere.

Then give me five minutes.

I thought you didn't know her to miss her.

It's not her I'm missing.

Didn't miss me enough to fight for me, though, did you?

You told me to leave and I left.

That's exactly what I meant.

If you didn't want me to leave, then why did you tell me to go?

Because the only option you were offering

was me completely uprooting my life.

Leaving my home, my family,

everything I've ever known because you made some money.

Hasn't occurred to you to come up

with another option, has it?

So you left.

You left.

How far is the drive to Canadian?

Seven hours.

Wake me in five.

Y'all got court?

We're going with you.

Well, hell, y'all don't even know her.

-We ain't going for her, amigo. -Well, I appreciate it,

but I don't even know why I'm going myself,

to tell you the truth.

Don't you boys look nice?

Look at you, Dale.

Told you a little fruit and yogurt

-would melt that fat away. -Yes, ma'am.

You been working out, too?

Uh, no, ma'am, I've been taking Adderall.

With these 20-hour days, this coffee

-just ain't fucking cutting it. -Who knew

the health benefits of amphetamines?

It's not amphetamine.

-That's all it is. -Well,

it's working,

-so good for you. -Thank you.

-Hey, baby. Y'all ready to go? -Morning.

-Let's go. -You, uh,

you want to ride with me?

We'll all fit in the Expedition.

Oh, good. Five of us in the same car for seven hours.

That's gonna be fun.

Well, it could be if you let it, Daddy.

Sweetheart, we're driving up through

the Panhandle of Texas to a funeral.

That makes it impossible to be fun.

Only with that attitude.

Tommy, you want me to drive? I am very focused right now.

Wait, what happened?

We're still piecing it together.

One of your drivers ran into a pickup

parked on the easement to your well.

What, wait, who was parked on our easement?

Not sure. Ain't got him out yet.

There's a chance he was already dead

when your man hit him,

which is a good thing for you, I would imagine.

Your driver, however...

did not survive,

and that's not good.

No, I would say it's not.

Great.

I got to go.

I'll call you when I land.

Hi.

-You mind? -Oh. Yeah, well...

Wouldn't matter much if I did. It's not my-my plane.

Here, have a seat.

It's pretty windy, so if you want a drink, get it now.

Once we're in the air, we're gonna need everyone

to remain seated with their seat belts on.

-Came prepared. -Uh, define "pretty windy."

Gusts up to 70.

Great.

Nervous flyer?

I have control issues

that can manifest in certain circumstances.

Flying is one of them.

Oh, Monty.

I am trying very hard not to be mad at you.

Focusing on the futility of it.

My therapist thinks I should write you a letter.

Who knows? Maybe I will.

Brought you a few things.

Uh...

Your favorite.

Harder to get than I would have imagined.

You didn't mention they're illegal.

And...

You can have this again,