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Quiet Ray wants me to turn on you.
This is way too big to let it slide with New York.
They're gonna want a big chunk,
and if not, going to war's a pretty good bet.
I want you to get one of your inspectors
to shut that filthy event down.
This will be reported to...
Fuck!
We gotta get rid of the body.
No, we don't.
Let's call it a workplace accident.
This man has basically stolen what is mine.
- God... - We ain't done!
- Yeah. - You made the grade.
Now we meet.
Take the meeting.
You're not sad, are you?
I'm just kidding.
You're acting weird.
Maybe you're talking to somebody
you shouldn't be talking to.
What are you saying? I'm a fucking rat?!
I didn't say those words, you did.
Hands on the wheel, motherfucker!
Don't you fucking move.
I ain't moving.
What did Bill want?
He thinks I'm ratting him out to the feds.
Is he crazy? W-Why would he say that?
I was contracted by them.
- What the hell does that mean? - Well, the feds want me
to go after this really bad guy.
- Uh, no, but I... - Just, no...
That's all I'm gonna tell you, Joanne.
Well, what's their leverage? That's un-fucking-believable.
If I don't do what they want me to do,
everybody is going down hard,
including you, because they know everything.
Every plan, every detail,
every killin', they know it all.
And I got to finish this job before anybody else finds out.
See, that's what Bevilaqua was here for.
He's nosing around.
You know, we just got to keep doing what we're doing.
We got to keep moving. I don't care
what's working against us.
We got to work against it.
We're not giving up. This fucking opportunity
will never come again. I see it.
I smell it, I taste it.
We're gonna succeed,
but we got to keep moving forward.
You know what the word is?
Momentum.
Looks like they just might buy it.
Mitch, a word?
Yeah?
Why the fuck was I the one to find the body?
Because you were the least suspicious.
Great. Well, I was just in there having a fucking panic attack
with flashbacks to Jimmy's body in my arms.
Look, Bodhi...
I'm sorry you felt that way.
Truly. I truly am.
If it's any consolation, it's all for a good cause.
It better work.
Hope it does.
Tap me back.
There we go.
Uh, sir?
It was an accident.
Why are you shutting us down?
An accident caused by what?
Tulsa PD says it wasn't criminal,
but until we discover the exact cause,
your business is shuttered.
You good, Babe?
I'd rather have a bottle in front of me
than a frontal lobotomy.
Yeah, that's a funny one.
You know, it's all about momentum.
Now, the other day, we had a very successful day,
but things kind of went sideways.
So now, we got to get the momentum going,
we got to get the bourbon going,
and we got to get our booze delivered off-board,
until we get our license back.
What's off-board?
We sell to special clients
who don't care so much about paperwork.
- Right. - Moonshine highway.
I'm a little lost.
We distribute the way
they did back during Prohibition.
Little before my time.
Yeah, it would be, unless you're, like, 135 years old.
So we moving the stuff, uh, under the radar.
That's right. That's right.
We got to get the 50 on the road
before these inspectors and Dunmire know that it's missing.
And I have a few connected guys from my former life,
if you know what I mean.
But these guys said they're gonna take in our product
and circulate it and keep our name out there.
But this isn't sustainable, delivering a few cases
of currently illegal bourbon. What's the long game?
By the time we sell our first load,
we're gonna be ready to go to Plan B,
and that means we're gonna be dealing with
other brands, which there are about 8,000
different brands,
- not including wine. - Mm.
That's gonna be the business model.
We're gonna take the proceeds,
and we're gonna get into national distribution.
That's where the money's at.
That's gonna be the ultimate win.
So, why don't you all take off?
Now you got to start to draw up
the routes. Mitch,
you and Cleo, you head down to Shreveport.
You're gonna meet
this guy named Johnny Wednesday.
He's an old friend of mine, but he's a little crazy,
a little eccentric. But he's connected,
so just work with him.
- Clear. - Great.
I love our road trips.
We got a problem.
What?
Bevilaqua's missing.
He never made it home last night.
The wife's freaking out. Sally Dogs reached out.
They know he was at the distillery.
They don't know where he went after.
Wife said when he called, he was headed to you.
Look, we got K.C. looking at us hard now.
Dunmire's coming at us, and Quiet Ray's gonna
hear about this. Shit could get very bad.
Hmm.
I mean, who the hell's crazy enough to take him out?
Can I ask you something?
Yeah, what do you want to know?
Was he at your place?
Yeah, he was.
I ain't asking what was discussed.
Then what are you asking, Goodie?
Look, I know he could push your buttons,
all right?
Did things get hot?
No, we talked.
About what?
I don't think Dunmire did this, you know?
It makes no sense.
But New York, that's a possibility,
because they reached out,
and maybe he insulted them by not going along with it.
I don't know.
I think it's time we gave Quiet Ray a call.
You got it, boss.
Yeah.
Ray.
Is that you?
Yeah.
You ready to talk to me?
Well, we'll see.
How's the weather?
It's okay,
but it could get cloudy.
The sun needs to stay out.
Yeah, well, I think it'd be better for everyone's health.
A vacation is recommended.
Where?
A place we both know. "Bubbles."
That's a hell of a long trip.
I hope it's worth it.
Yeah, it could change the forecast.
See you there.
You think he bought it?
Yeah, there's nothing to buy.
It's the smart move. Tyson.
Yeah?
Why don't you go home and pack an overnight bag?
Where we going?
Hot Springs, Arkansas.
Where the fuck is that at?
What about me?
Yeah, hustler. You, too.
How hard can these old things be pushed?
They've gone over 'em really good.
They're gonna get you there, and quick.
I think they're better than new.
I tend to agree.
They got dealer plates. I'd buy it.
I'll state the obvious.
We now have transport and yet... no booze.
Shall we remedy that?
Pay attention.
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