Tulsa King

We got to get the bourbon going,

and we got to get our booze delivered off-board

until we get our license back.

We distribute the way they did

back during Prohibition.

-There will be blowback, sir. -Fix it. You fix it.

-There will be blowback! -You fix it.

Do you want to make me proud?

Yeah.

Then you got to finish this.

That guy... he, um... did he ever come back around?

-No. -Good.

I did something right.

Let's talk about this booze thing.

I want a share.

See, everything you fucking take

that's not yours, you take and you take

like a fucking animal.

If I want to get to you or anybody,

it's done, and don't you ever fucking forget that.

Down!

You fucking cocksucker.

-You're dead! -That was meant for me!

So what are you saying?

-You saw this coming? -No.

Why would I put you in that kind of situation?

What sense does that make?

It makes no sense. So let me tell you something.

It's been a long time since someone

tried to whack me.

Accidentally.

"Accidentally."

You know, no matter how you word it,

it still leads to death.

What do you expect me to say?

I expect you to shut up and listen.

I sat down with you

and tried to talk, and what do you do?

You accuse me of-of-of whacking what's-his-name?

You know his name, Ray.

Look, I don't give a fuck what his name is.

The fact is,

you brought that prick up

and it fucked the negotiating.

Demanding 80%

or else?

That's not a negotiation.

Look, what do you want from me, anyway?

I want to finish the business we started.

I want to cut you in on this

-liquor concern, you know? -Cut me in?

You sound like you're giving me a Christmas gift or something.

This is something that you should just do.

Hey, this is gonna pay off for both of us.

Yeah? How's that?

Look, I want to get into the clubs,

the hotels, retailers,

which means I need access to the Northeast.

And whatever pull you have in Atlantic City, Las Vegas...

And what about our deal?

I can't. It's out of the fucking question.

Come on. There's enough to go around for all of us,

for-for Christ's sake.

You got to be reasonable.

You got some

fucking balls on you, you know that?

All right, we'll put off the deal for another day,

but let me tell you something right now.

That day is gonna come,

and it's gonna come very soon, you understand me?

Yeah, I understand.

Good.

All right.

I'll help you.

What'd he say?

Eh, not that much.

He didn't discuss numbers or terms or anything like that.

He's gonna whack me.

Matter of time.

Dunmire's after you as well.

Masked or not, disguised or not,

we know it was them in Hot Springs.

So what's the play?

First thing you got to do is get that seal

off the distillery. That's a priority.

How we gonna do that?

Some people need a wake-up call.

You seem to be lost in thought.

Are you kind of thinking about something here?

Well, Tyson...

is he not driving you anymore?

Uh, well, sometimes.

Yeah. He's trying to broaden his horizons.

Listen, he wants to be an earner.

That's understandable.

Sure. Why not?

And you...

Mr. Chuckles,

are you happy with your job?

Too happy.

-This close enough? -Yeah, it's close enough.

Let's do this.

No. Wait, wait, wait. You stay here.

I got to be discreet.

-In that suit? -Yeah.

Hey, boss.

They got metal detectors.

Fuck.

-Come on, come on. -Here.

See?

All right.

Ooh, ooh.

Can I get you to come right here, sir?

-Mm-hmm. -Turn around for me, please.

Must be the brass balls.

You want to remove your belt buckle, sir?

It's kind of small.

-Yeah. -It's like a house pet.

"Lawman of the Year."

Mr. Manfredi.

How are you?

Uh, whatever is discussed here today

will be held in the strictest confidence.

Always.

There's no shame in crying uncle

when all the odds are stacked against you.

Is that an insult, Attorney General?

No.

Look...

Jeremiah Dunmire... I mean, you're-you're not naive.

Now, he's a force of nature round here,

round these parts.

So, what, um...

what message would you like me to pass along?

I'd like you to listen to me

very carefully.

You're in power

because of that crazy bastard.

That crazy bastard's in power

because of who resides in the governor's mansion.

But that won't be for long.

It won't?

Well, that's news to me.

You know, I'm gonna build you a path.

A path built on trust.

But I'm gonna need one small favor.

I'm gonna need your friends down at

the Alcoholic Beverage Law Enforcement Commission

to restore my sister's liquor license,

which was taken away

without any real reason.

And if you do that,

I'm gonna be in debt to you, and that's a good thing to have,

a good chip to have.

Because I can do things

that other people can't

or just won't.

It's time for you to leave, sir.

The first time I arrive somewhere,

I try to make the most favorable presentation.

The second...

not so much.

You have no idea who this man is.

I know exactly who he is.

Exactly.

This is very nice.

Lawman of the Year.

Good day, Mr. Manfredi.

It's a little early to tell.

What's wrong?

He won't talk to me.

My old man.

You're lucky I'm talking to you.

After what you did at the distillery.

I know.

I do things for him I know are wrong,

but I do 'em anyway.

Fuck.

There's something else I did that went wrong.

What did you do?

I don't want to say something that'll push you away.

Do you know what would happen

if they all knew I was here with you right now?

I know.

And I'm sorry.

No, I just...

I really like you.

And when I'm with you, I...

What do you want to say, Cole?

I feel like everything's gonna be okay.

And I don't want to fuck that up.

Yo, I got to ask you a question, man.

What was your first hustle?

Stolen newspapers.

I sold 'em on the F train. Think I was eight.

No, man, no.

I'm talking about as a grown man now.

Like, what did you do

when you first got to get into it?

I shook down a guy who owned a shoe store.