Tulsa King

It's been a long time since someone tried to whack me.

-Accidentally. -No matter how you word it,

it still leads to death.

-What'd he say? -He's gonna whack me.

Great day for a bust, ain't it?

When this is over, we're done.

If this deal holds,

then we're done.

- On the table. Slow. -Get him up.

Didn't expect to be on the wrong end of the double cross.

I want everything you know.

Every client, every cell,

everything.

My father said something about a hotel,

and hurting a lot of people.

Did you put a bomb at the Grand Hotel?

Yes.

You fucking hear that? Now get over there!

* exciting music *

-Bomb! Bomb! Move! -

Move, move, move, move!

-Are you all right? -Yeah, yeah, I'm... I'm good.

* intriguing, percussive music *

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[soft piano music playing over speakers]

Hey.

They, uh, sent me over to check out the fire alarm.

Who's they?

Sterling Property Management.

Apparently, y'all are setting off silents down at the station.

-Was it Carlos? -I don't know, man.

They just told me to come over here and run a diagnostic.

-Uh... no one told me. -You know...

Ain't no thing, partner. I can come back.

But you know them fines,

they keep piling up.

Hold up.

* percussive music *

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* suspenseful music *

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- -These crafty cephalopods

have learned several methods of attack.

Despite their different evolutionary path from humans,

octopi are one of the smartest animals on Earth.

Wait. Come on, man. Wait.

-I'll get you the money. -

To the untrained eye,

the swirling mass of tentacles

surrounding its prey may seem chaotic.

But it's actually a highly calculated hit.

For another delicacy-- shrimp--

octopi tend to apply a more stealthy approach.

* "Wheel of Fire" by Etta James *

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* There's a wheel of fire... *

* Wheel of fire *

* Burning inside of me *

* There's a wheel of fire *

* Turning *

* They set it burning *

* Burning inside of me *

* The wheel... *

* Wheel of fire *

* Said it's burning *

* And it's turning *

* The wheel of fire *

* Inside of me... *

Shit.

What this motherfucker want?

You ain't meant to come here, son.

I was sent.

The deed is done. I left word.

He wants a word... in person.

Fuck.

So, I hear all's good

with the situation in Newark.

Yeah, I don't think you're gonna see no more problems

-out of them. -Good, good.

I only took this 'cause of you, Ray.

Well, you know, it's nice to feel special.

Mm. That, um...

Is that what I'm owed?

No, that's, uh, that's twice what you're owed.

Ray, Ray, Ray, Ray, hold up now.

I'm done with this, man.

Been done with it, you heard?

You got one more, then you're done.

You know Tulsa?

Yeah, what about it?

And you know Dwight Manfredi?

-You know I do. -Yeah.

That's why it's got to be you.

-I want him gone. -Why for, Ray?

Manfredi is a man who doesn't give a fuck

about anyone but himself.

He has no loyalty.

And in my world,

that's a bacio della morte.

Look at me when I'm talking to you.

Can't do it, Ray.

What?

Ain't no fucking way.

* dark music *

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You're acting here like you have a choice or something...

...when we both know that you don't.

* percussive, upbeat music *

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Where the fuck is Deacon?

You said it was low priority.

You said that yourself.

-Yeah. Where is he? -Doesn't matter.

Don't ask me that again, 'cause he ain't coming back.

He's gone forever.

But before he checked out,

I got everything--

everything he's ever done, what he was gonna do,

his associates, everything.

But before I give you all this info, I want something.

What? Money?

I want a federal liquor license.

A fed--? Are you serious?

I'm fucking dead serious.

-This is gonna make you a hero. - Let's go.

I got to go.

Who's your friend?

John Musso, liquor salesman.

Making deals. Nice.

* "Subterranean Homesick Blues" by Bob Dylan *

* Johnny's in the basement, mixin' up the medicine *

* I'm on the pavement, thinkin' about the government *

* The man in a trench coat, badge out, laid off *

* Says he's got a bad cough, wants to get it paid off *

* Look out, kid, it's somethin' you did *

* God knows when *

* But you're doin' it again, you better duck down *

* The alleyway, looking for a new friend *

* The man in the coonskin cap in a big pen *

* Wants eleven dollar bills, you only got ten... *

Hey! Hey!

-What the hell's going on? -I don't know, man.

-These are returns. -Returns?

But how's that possible?

I guess Premium Distro dropped us.

* percussive music *

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-Hey. How you doing? -Hey. Beer.

Any kind, and a flat water, no bubbles.

All right. You got it.

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How you doing?

* ominous music *

How's everybody doing?

Good, I hope.

Spencer,

how about the bourbon, vodka and a bottle of beer?

So I meant to hit you with this one, boss.

Look at this. You're now starting to kick up?

No, I had to get my own thing going.

-Mm-hmm. - Spencer had

the college connection, so we locked in, teamed up,

threw us a rave. A bunch of people came,

turned out nice. Yeah.

This thing you're doing with Spencer,

it's not dangerous?

No, boss, it's just college kids.

You know, they get caught up in the music.

It's just nothing, you know?

Tulsa, Tulsa getting lame as hell,

so we had to turn the city up a little.

I'm proud of you. Nice suit, too.

Oh, yeah, you like it? I designed it myself.

-No, you didn't. -Oh, you want one,

I got you.

Mmm.

Hey, we got a winner!

Hey.

I believe you still owe me from that last round of gin rummy.

- -My God, is that a ghost?

-No. -Good to see you.

Oh. Look like The General done took Tulsa.

Boy,

bet ain't nobody seen that coming.

Hey, you want to taste something good?

'Cause I remember the last time we had a drink,

it was in the joint, and we were drinking that swill, which...