Landman

Way to ruin the weekend, Tommy.

-The weekend just started, babe. -And you already ruined it.

Forever's a long time.

No.

No, it-it'll be over before we know it,

so we better not waste a second.

I need to drill an existing well.

And what's the loan amount?

I'd say $325 to $350 million.

Don't you worry about a thing.

The answer is yes.

What are the odds that we reach the gas field?

Ten percent.

I need more than a belief.

This is risking it all. Chips to the middle.

But if it misses,

we're out $400 million dollars.

We all need to explain this to Cami.

What's your hurry, son?

All those problems you're racing home to fix

is problems when you get there.

I am the road map to living life wrong.

You got it all, son, but you're too stupid to see it.

I'm off the clock,

and from now on, starting today, I'm gonna enjoy my life.

It's gonna be a hot one.

-107. -Yeah, in the shade.

In the shade.

So pull out them straw hats.

-And stay hydrated. -Might I recommend

a cold, refreshing Modelo?

-With a lime. -And some salt.

-That's a margarita. -No, you got to try it,

-I'm telling you. -Let's play something

appropriate to the temperature.

How about a little "Cotton Fire"?

Getting an early start, Nate?

I'm just doing a risk analysis to see what's more expensive...

drilling the well or getting sued.

What'd you come up with?

We're pretty fucked either way.

Well, that's the spirit, Nate. Thinking like a winner.

I don't think winning is an option here.

What we need is the least damaging defeat.

I don't think that was Washington's battle cry

at Bunker Hill, Nate.

Interesting fact.

Washington wasn't present at Bunker Hill.

William Prescott

led the colonial army.

And the battle

actually took place on Breed's Hill

and was a tactical defeat for the colonials.

-In fact, I might add... -Nate, Nate.

Have you been in Dale's Adderall?

You think I give a shit at seven o'clock in the morning

who won the fucking Battle of Bunker Hill?

Look, we're standing here, this is America.

Obviously we won something.

Son.

Pop?

Son.

Am I talking to your fucking ghost?

-Where are you? -Over here.

What are you doing?

I fell.

Made it back this far, but now I'm stuck.

Just get up and walk out, shit.

Oh, gee, why didn't I think of that?

With my knees and my hip, I can't fucking stand right now.

All right.

There's a guy back at the home.

Alzheimer's.

Bad case of it.

Don't even know how to put on his socks.

Fucker just stares at the wall all day,

drooling all over himself.

Every few minutes, just...

...he laughs.

No telling what he's th-thinking.

But he sure looks happy.

It's a curse, my mind is sharp.

I get to sit here and process all the ways...

...my body is failing me.

Dying before my failing fucking eyes.

Well, Pop, what happened to

"I'm gonna enjoy whatever time I got left"?

It fell in the fucking pool, son.

Pop, we just got to get you moving.

You know?

Get you a physical therapist or something like that.

You don't understand.

This skin suit is wore out.

You ain't wore out, Pop.

You're just stove-up.

Come on, let's go.

I got this far,

I just can't turn around on these fucking steps.

Well, here, just face towards me.

Give me your arm.

There you go.

There you go.

I'll get you some dry clothes.

It's 98 fucking degrees out here.

They'll be dry soon enough.

Well, I'm gonna change my clothes.

Just stay away from the edge, all right?

He okay?

He's the farthest thing from okay, Nate.

Yes, sir.

You on your way?

I'll be there in like 20 minutes.

I'll be there in 15.

Drive faster.

Hey, baby.

You left without saying goodbye.

I'm sorry, honey. I had to get an early start.

Y'all laying out today?

Lord, no.

It's way too hot out.

Why you wearing a bikini?

'Cause I'm about to ask you for some money.

Good God. How much?

Can I take $10,000 from the safe?

What the hell do you need $10,000 for?

Well, 'cause I want to take

my old folks to the casino,

and we need some money for gambling.

Where is there a casino?

-Carlsbad. -Why don't you

give 'em a bunch of nickels and park 'em

in front of a slot machine?

Nickels don't change lives, baby.

They're 90 fucking years old, babe.

I think their lives are done changing.

Oh, baby.

I'm in a life-changing mood.

And I'm feeling lucky.

How about you, Tommy?

Are you feeling lucky?

I'm gonna rationalize it like this.

If I was in Amsterdam and you were one of them hookers

in the little glass case

and it cost $10,000 to fuck you,

would I pay? Yes.

Baby, that is just so sweet.

Ten thousand dollars buys Saturday night sex,

so you better lock them fucking extensions down.

I love you,

and you are one sexy motherfucker.

Mwah!

Ten thousand dollars.

Goddamn.

Always wondered if y'all cleaned those things.

Can I help you?

Tell you what,

if I knew it paid this well,

I'd have been climbing up them poles myself maybe.

Not sure you'd make much tips,

but you might get arrested.

I assume you work here.

Nah, I just wandered in off the street

to count a stack of 20s 'cause I like the atmosphere.

You're a pistol, ain't you?

Well...

I got a job proposition for you.

And that's when I scream for the bouncer.

No, it's not like that, it's not even for me.

It's for my dad.

He's 82 years old,

and he's ate-up with arthritis and all kind of injuries,

and he can barely get from one end of the couch to the other.

Now, I figure, your line of work,

you probably got to stay pretty limber, right?

-It helps. -So, you do

stretches and the yoga

and all that kind of thing?

Three hours a day in the gym, buddy.

So, essentially, you're your own physical therapist.

If you're really stretching the definition, sure.

Could you help my dad?

Just show him some of your stretches

to get him stronger. Be no sex,

don't have to wear high heels and a G-string or any of that.

Like a physical therapist?

Exactly.

Why don't you hire a physical therapist?

Well, because my pop is as stubborn as a jack mule.

But he can't say no to a pretty woman.

All right, look.

It's an hour a day, twice a week

to help an old man.

Here.

That's him right there.

He looks sad.

He is sad.

I've seen these two in here before

with a bunch of old folks.

I'll bet you.

This one here, she likes to volunteer.