Landman

Our baby is a woman now.

Yeah, I know, honey.

I-I don't have time for all that today.

- Bye. -Have fun at your little camp.

My little dove is flying away.

I got my dorm assignment today.

And I met my roommate.

You know, I don't feel like we're a match.

See, when my daughter has a problem,

I have a problem.

When I have a problem, everyone in the path of my solution

has a bigger fucking problem.

-You're trespassing. -You're trespassing.

Cooper!

Stop! You're killing him!

I'm gonna call Odessa PD.

I understand it now, what drove him.

There's a rush, an exhilaration to the risk.

He died because of it, Cami.

President of my company can't be averse

to the very thing that built it.

What are you saying?

I'm saying you're fired.

* gentle music *

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It is gonna be a scorcher.

Hundred and nine.

Yeah, in the shade, no less.

"Surface of the sun" hot.

"Fry an egg on the pavement" hot.

Hotter than a two-dollar--

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa. This is a family show.

Bicycle.

That is one hot bike.

Stolen, I say.

We need some "cool me down" music.

And a "tall drink of water" tune.

Play it.

* "Needle Fall Down" by Charles Wesley Godwin playing *

* Time in the evening *

* I pulled out my gun *

* Prepared for what's after *

* I pour something strong *

* I yearn for the road *

* And lady's sweet voice *

* Sing me my last words *

* I won't sing along *

* Needle fall down *

- -* Sing me a song *

-* It's been a long life * -

* And it all went wrong *

Pop.

* Needle fall down *

* Sing me a song *

* It's been a long life... *

You're in my chair.

Well, actually, it's my chair.

So are the rest of 'em.

Well, I take that back.

Technically, this chair belongs to my ex-wife's ex-husband,

just like every other stick of furniture in that fucking house.

It's too early in the morning to contemplate

what the fuck that means.

You're up early.

Yeah.

I got fired yesterday.

For what?

For trying to run the company like a business

instead of a memento or a dream

or whatever the hell motivates her.

What are you gonna do?

Well, got a meeting with the president of Chevron

this afternoon.

So, finding another ship to jump on ain't the problem.

What's the problem?

Not sure I want to jump on somebody else's ship.

-There another option? -Yeah.

Do what I used to do.

Hunting leases. Be a landman.

Tell you the truth, I don't know

if I have the energy for it anymore.

I damn sure don't have the savings.

Too damn old to be chasing my tail around.

You haven't saved enough to retire?

You know my wife.

- -

-Ex-wife, last I checked. -Yeah.

-Hey, Dale. -Fellas.

You know, I can make some calls.

-You know, get the word out. -Well, trust me, bud,

-the word's out. - Yeah.

What do you got today?

I'm just prepping the next workover at your son's field.

That's it.

Unless you tell me to walk.

- -I go where you go, Tommy.

I appreciate that, buddy. Thank you.

Yes, sir.

Well, if that don't warm your toes...

A little loyalty left in the world.

Well, shit, we been together, what, 20 years?

Right at it. Yeah.

And besides, M-TEX,

they wouldn't last a year without him.

Fucking mark my words.

No, sir.

* gentle music *

Hey, Nate.

I'm gonna talk to her, Tommy. It was an emotional--

Is the buyout on Cooper's leases executed?

Well, soon as you sign it,

or I guess Cami needs to sign it now.

Give it to me. Give me the contract.

I'm not sure I can do that.

Nate, Cami didn't negotiate it. I did.

She has absolutely no fucking knowledge of that transaction.

We've already paid the money on his behalf, Tommy.

You drafted that agreement, right?

-'Cause you asked me to. -Exactly.

And I presented it to a 22-year-old kid

without presence of legal counsel.

He had absolutely no fucking legal guidance whatsoever.

Now, if that's not the very definition

of "diminished capacity," I don't know what is.

Well, he still initiated a drill crew

by falsely representing himself

as a representative of our company.

There are extreme civil and criminal consequences to that.

Just give me the day, Nate.

Give me the day, and I will hand you a check or the contract.

I mean, if I hadn't earned your trust by now...

God.

Morning.

You have got to be shitting me.

You're the one that said "hand job."

- - Hey, Pop?

Can I grab coffee?

-By all means. -

Is there something you forgot to tell me about?

Nothing comes to mind.

How about a five-foot-three blonde

with an ass like a breadbasket?

Oh, yeah. She spent the night.

The battery died in her car, and we needed jumper cables

and a truck to jump it with.

I got both.

-All right. -

What else did she do?

Number one, it's none of your fucking business.

And number two...

Number two is none of your business either.

- -Are you fucking with me?

Her car battery died, Tommy.

We slept. That's all we did.

And I got to hold a beautiful woman in my arms

for the first time in 50 fucking years,

and I'll tell you something, son,

today, I feel better than I've felt in decades.

So, I would appreciate it

if you would not fuck that feeling up for me.

Yeah, well, when you snuggle up to a good one,

it does have restorative effects.

Good for the body, good for the soul,

-good for everything. -Yeah.

Well, I think we finally found something we agree on 100%, Pop.

What's wrong with you? You still not used to seeing

girls run around in their underwear?

Cami called.

She wants me in Fort Worth.

I guess I'm next.

She ain't gonna fire you.

She could do that over the phone.

What, then? In 11 years,

Monty never called me to Fort Worth once.

Uh, well, it's my guess that she's gonna make you president.

At least for now.

[country music playing over stereo]

I don't know why it didn't start.

Car's brand-new.

You got a cell phone booster in it?

-Mm-hmm. -Yeah, that's probably it.

They probably didn't wire it through the ignition,

so it just keeps running even when the car ain't.

-Hey, Dale. -Yeah?

Hey, stand down on Cooper's field.

Stand down?

Yeah. Don't drill. Don't build a pad. Don't do anything.

Don't do anything. Got it. Yes, sir.

-All right. -Okay.

Hey, hon, you might want to put some britches on.

You're driving half the neighborhood crazy,

and you're getting the other half

-in a shitload of trouble. - Fuck 'em.

She don't want him staring,

she should give him something to stare at.

Good Lord. I'll tell you what, bud.

Whoever catches that one's gonna have

a hell of a time holding on.

- -Sure as shit hope