Lucky

Street-talk translation

We're pulling about 300 barrels a day.

That's a wild jump.

Chill, he's got it on lock.

You're cutting him way too much slack.

I know what I'm doing, okay?

Peep my official license.

How're the kiddos?

Well, the oldest just headed off to college.

Oof, that's gonna cost a pretty penny.

No cap, fr.

This'll help you out.

Sign right here, bestie.

Was I making you stressed?

How'd that go down?

State just greenlit us for the next 12 months.

I need you to pump the brakes on our output.

We're stacking way more cash than I can low-key launder.

You're welcome.

Don't get too extra.

Confidence is basically currency.

Nah, John. Currency is literally currency.

My bad?

You could've dropped a hint we were pulling up here.

It's just a quick pit stop.

You know I want zero parts of this.

Which part?

This. Her. The whole vibe.

Come on, trust the process.

We got a whole vibe going here.

This is totally gonna end in a dumpster fire.

How long has he been out like that?

A couple hours.

What'd you get out of him?

Zip. Bro's ghosting us.

Found this in his wallet.

All right. Drag the toolbox out of the truck.

They really did a number on you, huh?

No, look at me. Mr. Miller?

Look at me, Mr. Miller.

Name's Dutch.

And I... I work for the woman who put that bullet in your foot.

Here. Want a dart?

Huh?

- Want a dart? - N...

- Nah. - Ah. Trying to quit vaping.

It's...

So, the woman I roll with,

she's just a mama tryna find her kid.

Something hits your DNA, something wild goes down,

when a mama gets split from her baby.

I'd totally help you if I could.

I swear on my life, I don't know the guy.

See, the thing about a broken nose isn't even the pain...

...even though it hurts like absolute heck.

It totally messes up your breathing since you're forced to breathe out your trap now.

So, let's see if we can, you know, speed things up.

Wait, what?

Oh, god. No, no, no, no, no. Oh, my god. No, please.

Please. I...

- Oh, no. Please don't-- - Cary Masterson.

I don't... I d... I don't know him.

I don't know him. I literally don't.

We know Cary came to holler at you.

Cap.

We know your hustle.

Did you whip up a fake ID for Cary Masterson?

I don't make IDs, man.

I don't know, I just freaking... No, this is a massive L.

Oh, my god. Oh, god. Nope.

Oh, please. Oh, please.

Oh, please. Oh, no.

Yo.

Morning.

How was your ride?

It was so chill. Seriously cleared my head.

So, no luck?

- Please. I'm begging. I don't know. - Yeah, he's totally clueless.

That's a major bummer.

- Just take him out quietly. - W-What?

- Don't want to spook the horses. - D-Don't leave.

- Obviously. - Oh, god. No, come back.

What about me?

Nah.

I don't. I... Please. I'm begging you.

I don't know. I don't know him.

I don't... I don't know--

You got a collect call from an inmate at LOMPOC Federal Prison.

John Armstrong.

Press one to accept the vibe.

- Dad. - Been calling you forever.

- I need you to tell me what to do. - You straight?

- I'm not gonna survive this. - Of course you're gonna survive this.

You don't... You don't get it. People are dropping like flies, Dad.

Nah, not over the phone.

Figure out your next move. Go touch grass somewhere safe.

Next time you hit me up, be in a better spot. Repeat it back.

- I'm gonna be in a better spot. - Repeat it back.

I'm gonna be in a better spot.

Lucky?

Why does everything this girl touches straight-up implode?

She could be literally anywhere right now.

Look, I know this isn't what you wanna hear--

Then don't say it.

So, we found a reservation at this car rental spot in Vegas.

- We already found the whip. - Nah, this is a different one.

It's booked under Priscilla's name

and it's the exact same day they rolled into Vegas.

I bet that's the whip Cary bounced in.

So, maybe we should pivot.

- Pivot? - Yeah.

Now is totally not the time to pivot.

She was right here. We're so close.

We're no closer than we were in Vegas. You're already on thin ice with Kershaw.

Let me stress about Kershaw.

I would if you actually did.

You keep blowing off protocol, Rand.

I know you think that's what makes you a boss,

but this is twice now she's completely ghosted you.

We gotta base things on facts, not feelings.

Sometimes a gut feeling is all you got.

I'm just gonna pretend you didn't just say that out loud.

Gates!

- You wanna chase the car rental? - Yeah.

Go chase the car rental.

But watch your tone with me.

- I'm just watching your back, ma'am. - You're watching your own back.

It's probably a major L.

Which part?

Making him choose between his mama and his wife.

If he had picked her,

she wouldn't have been out in the desert...

all solo like that.

You might be onto something.

I low-key thought she flipped him, but now I...

I saw it on her face.

She doesn't know where he is any... any more than we do.

So, what went down? What could've even happened?

Well, maybe he flexed some cash to the wrong squad and got jumped?

Ah, and what? They flatlined him?

Why was his whip in Long Beach?

Throw us off our game, maybe.

I got zero clue.

I...

I'm gonna take a long shower and vibe out on what our next move is.

And you're gonna go deal with that poor simp in the stables.

There's literally no one in the stables.

Simps or otherwise.

I messed up.

Your kid is M.I.A.

Everything goes until he's back.

And Lucky?

What's her whole deal?

We'll straight-up ask her when we track her down.

Here you go, bestie. Enjoy.

You ready? Yeah, you're ready. Bet.

Oh, my god.

- Hey, can I give you a hand? - Oh, my god. Thank you so much.

- I got you. - Thanks a mil.

The wild stuff women carry.

Have I seen you around campus before?

Nah, I don't think so.

Naomi just hired me to wrangle the kids.

- Let me grab that for you. - Tysm.

- Yep. - Hey there, little dude.

Wanna hold my hand?

- Bet. - All right, let's bounce.

Happy birthday, Marcus.

- Yep. - Yep.

- You hyped? - Yep.

Think there's gonna be some birthday cake?

Cake.

Cake slaps.

Especially the frosting.

- The frosting is bussin, right? - Fr.

All right, sweetie. Go play with your mom.

Don't sweat this. You guys go enjoy the party.

There we go.

All right, Lucky. Where you at?

Come on.

There we go.

Where you at? Where you at?

There you are.

Bet.

Oh, my god.

Cute fit.

Don't even stress. We've all been there. This spread is totally extra.

Right?

I mean, she told me to come up here because, you know...

I spilled some vino, you know? But I did not expect it to be giving...

Literal Bergdorf Goodman vibes?

- Fr. - Fr.

Just snag a Birkin while you're at it. She won't even notice.

Plus, Neil's gonna get cleaned out in the divorce anyway.

So I heard.

Poor Naomi.

Honestly, it's for the best.

Neil is human sandpaper.

Fr. It's...

something about the way he chews, right?