Tulsa King

Where the fuck is Deacon?

He's gone forever.

But before he checked out,

I got everything.

Before I give you all this info,

I want a federal liquor license.

-Hey. -My God, is that a ghost?

Did Quiet Ray take a contract out on me?

He did.

And did he hire the best?

He did.

-You think he's playing you? -No.

He's giving us a break.

Why the break?

'Cause I saved his life in the joint

about 20 years ago.

Quiet Ray,

he sent a New York hitter out to whack you.

Let's go have a little meet and greet.

We lost six distributors, including Premium Spirits.

That's not goddamn possible.

You give your life! Your goddamn blood!

Mr. Dunmire would like to speak to you.

Come on. Let's go.

Miss Manfredi.

You can blame your blood for this.

Family can take you the highest

and bring you to the lowest depth.

Tie her up.

I am not a prognosticator,

but wow.

Thresher's looking at a landslide.

Numbers were good before, but man.

Until they tried to blow him up.

Yeah.

He's asked me to stay on, join his administration.

Kind of a... advisor.

You don't need to get involved in this.

Aren't I already involved?

But you really don't need to go down that road.

It's good to have people on the inside, Dwight.

Yeah.

May the best man win.

Say goodbye to Joanne for me.

Joanne?

Joanne?

Joanne? You up?

Joanne.

Fuck.

-Yo, Joanne? -Joanne?

Her car is here, but Joanne's gone.

-Have you searched the place? -I'll search

a second time, but doors were unlocked.

What about the cameras?

Bodhi said they were disabled.

Dwight.

Joanne, where the hell are you?

Blood or bourbon, Mr. Manfredi?

What's more important to you?

You up for a trade?

- -Fair value exchange, not unlike

the one you once offered me?

You know I'm gonna end you, right?

No.

It'll most likely end in your death,

which I already told you I'd be there to watch.

But yours is gonna be un-fucking-forgettable.

All right, men.

We're going to war,

but we can't move until we know exactly what we're up against.

I'm gonna need some real manpower and some real hitters.

I got a few of those in the family tree.

We got to be prepared, so here's a list

of weapons we're gonna need.

I'm on it.

Let's get to it.

Would you like some coffee?

Take cream or sugar?

You take it black, like your wardrobe?

I've never hit a woman.

My mama, she taught me

to spare the fairer sex.

-Hmm? -Hmm.

You just burn up old men in their homes?

That was your brother that created the situation

that caused that event.

He lit the fire, in his own way.

I've been pushed.

Your brother pushed me

and brought me to this place.

Brought you to this place.

Just sign it.

A simple signature will spare us any more violence.

You sign the distillery over to me,

and all will be forgiven.

Your brother cares about you.

And, right now, he's waiting,

loaded for bear.

Be best not to bring him into this, Miss Manfredi.

Put your name on the papers.

You know what?

You can't even see what's right in front of your face.

And what is that?

You lost.

We got to fucking fix this.

Our distro's getting killed.

I'll tell him. I'll tell him.

Hey, I need to talk to him.

Nope. Not now.

Now who's he in with?

All right.

[country music playing over speakers]

How's it going?

Hey. You Fred?

I am, sir.

Oh, ain't no need to "sir" me. Call me Lee.

-All right, Lee. -So, Dwight said

I can come over here and acquire a vehicle.

- -That right?

Yes, sir. That's right.

Anything on the lot or on the floor.

-Mm. Anything? -Yes, sir.

Clean plates? Registration?

For any of the vehicles, you got it.

Mm, mm, mm.

You know, I was just thinking,

this here looks just like my new Cadillac.

I was thinking the same thing.

Get you some keys.

All righty then.

-I can't believe he done this. -

Yeah?

Thank you.

You got to get me out of here.

Well, getting you past the guards, it's not easy.

-Yeah, well, call the cops. -My father's got a lot of pull

with the cops.

What is he asking for?

To sign over the distillery.

Then you should do it.

Manfredi has weed, he has casinos.

I mean, give up the booze, and it's all over.

Say I sign it over.

You think your father's gonna let me out of here?

You think Dwight's gonna let him get away with this?

No.

You can cut the tension in here with a fucking knife.

Goddamn.

What's going on?

Dunmire has my sister,

and I don't know where he's holding her.

We'll find her.

Well, Lee, I appreciate the concern, I really do,

but this is my problem.

And you, you got to get your ass out of Tulsa

before Ray finds you, and he will.

I can take care of my own ass.

Right now, I'm here.

All right?

Hey. You look nervous, my man.

It's all gonna work out.

Hope so.

I got you, brother.

Thank you, brother.

-Spencer, you're everywhere. -Hey, Bodhi.

We got to keep the shop open after hours.

I don't know how this is gonna play out,

but if Joanne seeks safety, she may come here.

-Right. -We need to keep a light on.

Okay. I'm on it. I'll-I'll crash here.

Just in case.

Yeah.

What the fuck are you doing here?

I've come to help.

Yeah? Where's Joanne? Where the fuck did you take her?

-Wait, Bodhi. -I didn't take her.

Listen, I got to talk to Manfredi.

What do you have to talk to him about?

I know where his sister is.

I know one thing.

He ain't gonna hurt her long as he needs something from you.

We gonna find her, and we gonna save her.

And afterwards, we're gonna put an epic ass whupping

on that motherfucking peckerwood.

Oh, yeah.

Damn. Who are these little fellas?

Boss, these are my cousins.

-Come on. -Damn.

I thought we grew 'em big in Louisiana.