Tulsa King

- It's not a good time, Musso. - What?

Not enough time to find a babysitter

for your adorable

gangster squad?

How's Quiet Ray?

He know you're in the liquor business?

Dwight said, "Know your enemy," so let's get to know 'em,

so when the boss get back, we got some intel to offer.

What the...?

I said, who's ready to win

some money?

You have my attention.

I'm gonna do to you what you did to my father, Dunmire.

You think I'm gonna let it go?

You know what comes if you don't.

Hi, I'm Serenity.

I want the Montague 50.

- Now, where is it? - It's nowhere.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

She don't got nothing to do with this!

Leave her out of this. Fuck.

Bingo.

- How bad are you, Tyson? - I'll live.

Dunmire won't.

Didn't I say

not to retaliate?

Didn't I say that?

I'm gone one day, one day,

and you manage to lose $150 million dollars' worth

of unreplaceable booze.

I had plans for all of us, big plans, kind of a, a vision.

It's gone.

And what were you thinking?

Tyson is not thinking right at that moment,

so you leave him alone in that dive?

Family doesn't do that.

I told you before, we're a family.

This is it. Family does not leave family behind ever.

Ever.

Now we find the 50, and we take what's ours.

Right. Bodhi, maybe Dunmire has taken

some of our stolen booze and put it on his distribution website.

Track it down. Grace,

I want you to find the highest-end wholesalers you can,

because if we do get it back... I want to move it.

Let's do it.

Whoa. You forget about me, boss?

You putting me on the bench now? What's going on?

You learned the hard way, didn't you?

So... it's up to you to make it right.

Clean slate.

Thank you, boss.

Let's go.

Fuck y'all looking at me for?

You walked in here in a huff.

Who should we be looking at, Tyson?

It wasn't my idea to go to the fucking bingo hall

with them old fuckers in the first place.

We shouldn't have been in that fucking sneezy-ass hall

- to begin with. - Cole wouldn't have lit me up

if we wasn't trying to steal his fucking money collectively.

He wouldn't have "lit you up" if

you would've kept your fucking pants on with the stripper.

You always want to start with me.

What the fuck is up with you, man?

Oh, I'm starting?

- You're the one that's... - Enough, guys.

Dwight said we're a family. We are a family.

Let's just accept that families fuck up and forgive each other.

All right, I'm good on forgiveness, man.

Now I got to figure out how I'm-a fix this.

You know, things wouldn't have gone down the way they did

if you were where you were supposed to be.

Joanne, I can't talk right now, okay?

Dwight.

That's your fleet?

Well, for now. We got another dozen or so ready to roll.

Mm.

Listen, I heard another rumor.

What?

Your guy Armand, he's AWOL.

You're not concerned?

No, why?

Why? I mean, you don't know if he's taking a dirt nap

or if he's in detox somewhere or if he's fucking,

you know, he flipped. I mean, if the Feds picked him up somehow,

you know, that's a real fucking problem.

Armand's not a rat.

You know this for fact?

All right, you know what? Fuck it.

Show me what I'm here to see. Where's the 50?

Not here. It was ripped off.

- Everything? - Everything was ripped off.

Let me guess. Let me guess. Dunmire.

Motherfucker.

You fuck with Dunmire, and I get fucked in the ass.

You see how that works? Which one of you

fucking mamelukes is responsible for this?

All this is on me. I should've been there.

$150 million dollars. Where were you?

I can't tell you that right now, but we got bigger problems.

A couple of your guys were taken out last night.

My guys?

They were taken out in the dark.

What's the fucking plan, General?

What are we doing? Because on-on my kids' fucking eyesight,

I'm gonna fucking rip somebody's heart out.

You can't just start killing people.

We got to figure this out.

- Dwight? - They're not going anywhere.

- I'll come back. - No. Come here. What do you got?

I got some security footage from the cameras I set up

at the crypt and out by the gate.

That is...

- Fuck. - Let's go.

What are you doing here, Pop?

I see things have been going well.

I-I done got my fill of lecturing.

I don't need to hear nothing else.

Oh, no, you're gonna hear more, Tyson.

Look at your face, boy.

I'm good. I'm good.

Everybody want to be on my ass all day today.

Yeah, I know. I heard.

What? Dwight called?

What, am I a child or something?

Dwight was worried, same as I am.

And I appreciated the call.

He told you that? Everybody want to put this on me like

- it's my fault or something. - You're the one who

- put yourself in that position. - So did they.

You're a little too old to be jumping off bridges, boy.

Why you want to keep kicking me while I'm already down?

You see I'm down right now?

Well, because you got a choice.

Now, you want to stay here and sulk, we can call your mother.

She can powder your ass.

Or?

Or we can fix the problem you created. Make it right.

I'm gonna.

Oh, yeah? Then let's go.

Now, we'll take my van, okay? 'Cause your cars either explode

or get shot up.

Okay, slow down.

This is the place that Bodhi mapped out.

The guy that owns the truck lives there.

We got this.

No, no, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Let me do this. Fucker killed my boys.

Don't you fucking move a muscle, you piece of shit.

Who the fuck are you?

Who the fuck am I?

I'm the guy who's gonna ask you a fucking question.

And you better have the fucking right answer.

What? What do you want to know?

Where the fuck is my bourbon?

Don't know. See, I'm just a driver.

Somebody else came in, and they stole your shipment. That's it.

- Right. - Ow, fuck.

Motherfucker. You lie to me? Don't fucking lie to me.

- I'm not fucking lying! - I'm gonna ask you

one more fucking time.

One more fucking time. Where is my fucking bourbon?

If I tell you, they'll skin me alive.

Son, if you don't tell me,

I'm gonna put a bullet in your fucking eye, you moron.

All right, I'll take you, but you got to give me a break.

See, I need an hour to get away.

- That right? - Mm-hmm.

You gonna show me?

All right.

You don't fuck around, you hear me?

I'm not fucking around. I'm taking you.

I'm all right!

Ah, fuck!

Fuck.

What happened?

Fucker drew on me.

You get anything?

Nah.

He's dead.

Fuck.

Turn around.

Ray, I thank you for your very valuable time. I...

You got something to tell me about Tulsa?

I do, actually.

I felt like it was worthy of your attention.

Let me ask you something.

What the hell business is all this of yours?

It's not. But I thought it was yours.

I...

I heard that Dwight's crew is undisciplined.

And what business is that of mine?

Because they're moving into booze.

Just bought a distillery. Making moves to expand.

Brown liquor.

Well, that's valuable news.

And it won't be forgotten.

I'm bypassing the firewall

for Dunmire Enterprises management.