The Son - Second Seson

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Elbow up as you draw.

Yuhu Senna!

No!

*THE SON* Season 02 Episode 04

Episode Title : "Scalped a Dog"

Jonas, care to tell your brother and sister the good news?

What happened, did you get shot again?

Did you give up piano?

- No. - That'd be good for my ears.

Jeannie. But you'll be rid of me soon enough.

I made my decision. Oh.

I'm gonna be going to Princeton.

- Where's that, New York? - New Jersey.

Princeton? Why not Harvard?

'Cause Grandaddy said Harvard's full of pederasts.

Whoa! Language.

- Ladies at the table. - Sorry, Mom.

- Wait, what'd he say? - Nothing you need

- to hear. - I don't see how you could say

- no to Harvard. - They said no to him.

- M-My application was deferred. - Rejected.

Well, Harvard's where all the famous people went...

presidents.

- President Wilson... - President Wilson went to Princeton.

He did go to Princeton.

Aren't you a little young for college?

You know, he's gonna be 17.

And it was my idea to have him apply.

I'd have asked your opinion, but you weren't here.

So...

My boy.

Congratulations.

Thanks, Daddy.

Now, did I hear you say you're going out after breakfast?

Yeah. Going out to see Pink Stewart

about his mineral rights.

He's trying to welsh on the Colonel.

I need to set it right, get him to sign that paperwork.

Gonna see anyone else?

No.

Just Pink.

Charles, why don't you come with me?

Sure thing, Daddy. Sounds good to me.

Morning.

Colonel McCullough, Sir.

Don't bother.

I fought for the South.

Who the hell are you?

Vincent Hastings, sir. Here to pick up Phineas.

We're going, uh, sparring.

Boxing.

Hmm.

Mmm, I see you have the keys.

Phineas!

Your sparring partner is here.

At ease, Vincent.

Vincent, Daddy.

We've got Brogan at noon.

Brogan? What about Looney?

The A.G. has a full dance card. Don't you read the papers?

I don't drive 10 hours to talk to a man I've already bought.

That's what the telephone's for.

It's been one day, Daddy. This is what was possible

for me to arrange in that time. I'm still working on Looney.

It may take a couple of days.

All right?

Noon.

Mm.

Don't get your teeth knocked out.

We may need to work out a system.

You mean so I don't pop over

and run into your father?

"I don't love you, son."

"I prefer your older brother.

He's a real man."

Shh.

I am the older brother, asshole.

Well, I can see how the Colonel would feel like

we had an agreement.

So you didn't?

I expected he'd be drilling by now.

You can't buy a lease and just sit on it till doomsday.

It ain't right. Come on, Pink. You made a commitment.

You gotta stick by it.

My word's my bond... normally.

But I need the money. My family needs it.

Cattle ain't supplying it, and the other fella's offering more.

- How much more? - A seventh.

Plus a signing bonus.

Can y'all match that?

This other fella... I'm guessing his name's Monahan...

South Texas Improvement Company?

That's him, all right.

Just so you know who you're dealing with.

He's a front for Standard Oil of Pennsylvania.

And he's the one who attacked my cattle.

Shit. That was him?

You really want to do business with a man like that?

Well... maybe there's people who'd say

the McCulloughs' hands ain't so clean neither.

Like maybe the Garcas.

I don't mean to give no offense, but from what I heard...

Sir, you are mistaken.

It wasn't the McCulloughs. It was the whole town.

Our people went there to arrest the same man

who shot up our house and shot my little brother.

And my daddy here did everything he could to prevent bloodshed.

You can ask anyone who was there.

I'm sorry. I regret bringing it up.

It's a real damn shame.

But the Garcas brought it

- upon themselves. - He apologized, son.

Don't keep after him.

We both know there's blood in all this land.

There's good comes out of it, too,

and I'm not just talking a quick buck.

That oil, it's been there since the time of Adam.

And if we let these foreign companies get their hooks in,

they're gonna drain this oil.

It'll be just like Spindletop. Biggest gusher in history.

Where's that profit?

They sucked it out, they moved it to Pennsylvania,

and they will do it again if...

if we let 'em.

I'm not gonna match their offer.

I can't.

So it's up to you, Pink.

If you want to be the one

that lets Standard take what's ours...

...I can't stop you.

You got that paper on you?

I do.

That was amazing. You talked ol' Pink

from a seventh down to an eighth.

Hell, I thought for a second we might

have to come back tonight and rough him up a little.

Don't say that.

Sorry.

I think we should do more of this... ride around together.

You can teach me the oil business.

I think I'd be great at it.

Be like Granddaddy, you know?

So, tell me all about them Yankee interlopers of yours.

Well, they're hurting us, Cal.

Coming at us with blind tigers, incorporated in Texas,

but the money's out of Pennsylvania.

Hmm.

These foreigners can outbid us,

outspend us ten-to-one, and beat us at distribution.

Well, what do you hear from the A.G.?

Still setting a meeting.

I wouldn't bother with it.

Looney's in the tank for Standard...

Common knowledge.

If it's common knowledge, why isn't something done about it?

The fallen state of man.

I want to know the truth.

Did they get to you, Cal?

- Standard? - Mm-hmm.

Hell no. I've never taken a dime.

What about South Texas Improvement?

They have been very generous.

They are Standard.

Well, if that's true,

how come the Attorney General's not on 'em?

Sounds like you've jumped out of my pocket

and into my enemy's.

Now, hear me out. Sure, I like the money.

But I hate those foreigners coming in here

as much as you do.

Now, if I can cut the legs out from under them

without nicking the money supply,

well, then all of us here at this table ought to be happy.

What are you proposing?

What if I was to tell you there's a vacancy coming up

on the Texas Railroad Commission?

Oh, I think I might piss my pants, Cal.

Might die from exhilaration.

Three bureaucrats sitting in a government office

pricing railroad tickets.

Not for long.

Now, listen.

Nobody knows this... Not even Standard...

But come the end of next session,

Texas will be directly regulating the oil industry.

And they're gonna do it through the Railroad Commission.

I'm talking every aspect of the oil business.

Production quotas...

You fellas won't be able to drill a quart

without the Commission's say-so.

And neither will Standard.

So you get yourself on that commission,

you can bring Standard to their knees.

Can we buy you lunch, Cal?

What'd your daddy say about it?

The Colonel wants me on the Commission