Landman

I'm doing a risk analysis to see what's more expensive:

Drilling the well or getting sued.

What'd you come up with?

We're pretty fucked either way.

You know, that place can be pretty rough at night.

Behind the bar is the safest spot.

In front of the bar's a completely different story.

This is Charles newsom.

He's a geologist who specializes in offshore drilling.

- You think that's gas? - The likelihood

of a successful strike is ten percent.

A ten percent chance of rain is no chance at all.

And you think it's there?

- There's no question it's there. - Go find it.

- I said explain it... - Hey. -...Not sell it

- like a fucking time-share. - You know, me personally,

I prefer the relationship to evolve

just a little bit further

before I start fucking lying for somebody.

We don't have a "relationship."

You're abandoning a sure thing for a maybe.

It's your company. Who knows, maybe you're right.

I want success. Get that for me.

I'm telling you, it won't work.

I gave her my word, Tommy.

Does it kill the company? Absolutely,

but that company died when her husband died.

Her husband was the best, but she ain't her husband.

I need all the shit on the rig before we tow it.

Because it'll cost five times as much

if we drive the ship down there onto the barge, that's why.

No, no, no. I need the specs on the bridge itself.

- What? What did you say? - No, no, no! No! I know

it's not a fucking drawbridge, that's why we're taking it down.

- Well, yeah, hey, but... - Have to p-put me on hold.

Hey, Nate? Nate?

Does dot approve of us taking down the bridge?

Yes, but we also need marad, lota and ldnr.

- I'm on with ldnr right now. - Well, this little boy,

he's saying that we need coast guard approval

- or some shit. - You there?

Once lota and ldnr sign off... then we go to marad,

- then we go to the coast guard. - Hang on.

Dale. Let the lawyer play lawyer.

- Please. - All right.

- Yep. - I know.

But I don't understand why she can't stay

- at a hotel for the week. - Are you there?

You know what, it's a little nuts around here.

- Let me call you back. - Here, get me a guy...

no, I'm gonna call you back.

What did they say? Mama?

I'm just gonna call you back. All right.

- Thank you. - Just yet. Hang on.

You have to stay in the dorm, baby.

- It's fine. - I'm not fine with it.

I don't care.

My baby's leaving.

Tommy, our baby's leaving.

- Okay. - Honey, she's not going to war.

She's going to a fucking cheerleading camp, okay?

Just calm down. Here.

Drink that coffee.

No, I'll wait.

Well, put fuckin' gates on.

He has some answers. Apparently, you don't.

I'm here all goddamn day. I'll...

pop, everybody's running around

like chickens with their heads cut off this morning, so...

If you want breakfast, you might want

to put your order in right now.

I don't want breakfast.

What are you doing?

Watching the horses.

You not gonna ask me about my day?

Said your days are all the same.

So you're not gonna ask to go with me?

We tried that. Once was enough.

You're just gonna sit there and not complain about anything?

I might watch that view later.

You're right, they're pretty funny.

I don't think they're trying to be funny,

but they are.

So that's all you're gonna do?

I think I got physical therapy this afternoon.

Okay.

That explains it.

I knew it'd work.

- That was you? - Happy birthday,

merry Christmas, and any other holiday that warrants a gift.

And I think Cheyenne covers it all.

That she does.

Well, just so you know, she ain't exactly got a...

Degree in physical therapy,

so if she asks you to do any weird backbends

or climb up the drainpipe, don't do it.

Son, there is very little Cheyenne can ask me

to do that I wouldn't try.

Yeah, well... I guess there's worse ways to go.

Hey, scoop that shit out of there.

I got aqua therapy this afternoon.

Damn it.

Okay, you happy now?

This ain't no fucking frat house.

It's about as close as you can get to one.

I'll see you later.

Yeah.

When's the plane get here, Nate?

- Plane's ready. - All right. You ready, honey?

- We're gonna drive. - To fort worth?

We need the time to talk.

Our baby is a woman now.

Yeah, yeah, I know, honey.

I-I don't have time for all that today.

Okay? I'll see y'all at the fbo. All right?

All right.

- Bye, baby. - Bye.

Have fun at your little camp.

- I will. - Okay. Use good judgement.

- In regards to what? - Well, if you and your little

blonde, bouncy cheerleader friends are out on the town

having fun, contemplating the fifth Margarita,

just use good judgement.

- That's all. - Okay.

But I typically don't drink margaritas.

There's too much sugar in the mix.

I feel better already.

Okay, well, bye.

I'll just suffer this milestone all alone

while you go play with your little oil tankers.

Okay?

And I don't give a fuck about sugar in my Margarita.

It's gonna be okay.

Don't worry so much. Love you.

Don't walk out on me, you fucking asshole.

I feel like I'm forgetting something.

- Help us with the bags! - Daddy!

I swear to god, you don't leave this house,

you just fucking escape it.

- Fuck! - Jesus!

- What the fuck? - God, you scared the hell...

I scared the hell out... you scared the hell

- out of me! - My god.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Well, this felt pretty over the last time we spoke, so...

I... I made it personal.

I had no business doing that.

Well, it was personal.

It is personal. Excuse me.

I was upset.

Yep. You made that very clear.

Look, what... I... What I'm trying to say is...

Fuck, why is this so hard?

I don't want our time together... To be over.

You know, I don't hear an apology.

I'm not offering one. This is a truce.

Yeah, not looking for one of those.

I'm sorry.

You were right.

About me.

And it's not... "One day."

I'm lonely now.

You know, lonely is what you chose.

I'm... I'm choosing different.

Trying to, anyway. You're not making it very easy for me.

Just making you work for it.

Yeah, you are.

Don't like that very much, do you?

- No. - No?

I do not.

But, you know...

What?

But you're smitten.

I don't know if "smitten" is the right word.

No? Standing on my porch at 7:30 in the morning,

I think you're smitten about something.

No, I'm intellectually astute enough...

to look past the bad jewelry and worse haircut...

What are you talking... this is... this necklace is David yurman.

- Okay, fine. - No, it is.

- Well, it shows what you know. - I'm smitten.

I like you.

I like spending time with you.

And... I love your taste in grooming products.

That's rare in a man.

You understand I'm gonna be on a rig for the next six months?

It's... A shallow rig, I thought. Just...

Just right offshore.

It's not that far away, I guess.

Jump on one of those air boats.

You know?

Dodge a few alligators.

- Yeah, I'm a lawyer. - Yeah.

I deal with alligators

- for a living. - That's right. You're a shark.

You know, six months is a long time.

I might require some... You know, some home videos.

Yeah.

Hopefully ones that violate every

moral boundary that you've set yourself.