[Tommy] I'm driving up north.
Gonna plan a funeral.
Sorry to hear that.
Well, that's 'cause you never met her.
[Cooper] Every well hit.
Every one.
I need you to answer when I call.
Last time someone didn't answer is 'cause
they were already gone.
Don't think we should do this anymore.
[Tommy] Who paid for this?
[Cooper] There's a company in Odessa.
They financed the whole thing?
Have you ever heard
of a financial services company out of Odessa
called Sonrisa?
Find out everything you can about 'em.
The bar is open!
-[cheering] -[Meeks] Who provided
the alcohol?
-Go sit down. -Make me.
-I mean it. -[gasps]
-[Hayes groans] -[all gasping]
Oh, my God.
[Tommy] Uncuff my fucking wife
and my fucking daughter
and let 'em go right now.
[Dustin] Hey, turn around!
-Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, hey. -Get on the fucking ground!
Cami Miller, you've been served.
[Rebecca] There was
a gas well off the coast of Louisiana
that blew out.
[Tommy] It means we need to drill a gas well
out in the ocean.
That's your new partner.
And it's a real fucking problem, son.
[squealing]
♪ "Ramblin'" by The Red Clay Strays playing ♪
[rapid gunfire]
There! There! One o'clock.
♪ Well, I was born with a travelin' bone ♪
♪ Can't hang around for too long ♪
♪ Been followin' that long white line ♪
♪ Coast to coast, new town every night ♪
♪ I was born to ramble ♪
♪ I got that travelin' bone ♪
[squeals]
-♪ Well, I was born to ramble ♪ -Stop.
-♪ So I'll keep ramblin' on ♪ -I want a picture.
Sumbitches are tough, ain't they?
Ran all the way up here.
[coughing]
Walt!
[all coughing]
♪ tense music ♪
♪ gentle music ♪
♪♪♪
♪ gentle music ♪
[Angela] Can you keep this fucking thing straight?
[Tommy] No, I can't keep it straight.
When the road curves, I have to curve with it.
If you think this interstate's bumpy,
how about I run us out over that cow pasture there at about 80?
[chuckles] Well, then slow down
until I get my fucking makeup done.
If you hadn't rushed me out of the house--
Sweetheart, I didn't even ask you to come, remember?
Well, our new house ain't gonna find itself.
All right? We're meeting Stephen at noon.
No, you're meeting Stephen at noon. I got business.
That's the reason we're going up here to start with.
Grumpy dog. Who pissed in your Cheerios today?
Life, that's who.
Life pulled out its big dick and beat me over the head with it.
What are you doing?
[grunts]
You know car rides make me horny.
-Honey, come on. -Might as well do it
-before I get my lipstick on. -Sweetheart--
[tires squealing]
I'm trying to drive a fucking car.
We're in traffic here. Ow!
What's with the fucking teeth?
[siren chirping]
Oh, shit.
We got an audience, babe. Get up.
[Angela laughs]
[policeman] Roll down the window.
Hi.
I could write you a citation.
It would be worth it, Officer, but we'll behave, I promise.
[policeman] Thank you.
Now, do you see what kind of shit you get us in?
-Baby. -[phone buzzing]
Yes, ma'am.
[Cami] I need you in Fort Worth.
I'm at Monty's office.
His office? Why his office?
So I can show you how much money we don't have.
Okay. Well, I got a business meeting downtown.
I'll come right after that, okay?
I'll be here.
[Tommy] Call Rebecca Falcone.
[Angela] Sure.
Let's call that bitch.
-[breathing heavily] -[energetic music playing]
-[phone rings] -[sighs]
Hey.
[Tommy] Hey, are you still in Fort Worth?
I'm in the gym. I fly out at noon.
[Angela] Thousand bucks, she's doing glute thrusts.
-You know I can hear you? -Am I wrong?
I bet you can push two plates a side with that ass.
Three.
Woo-hoo. You win lawyer with the strongest--
[Tommy] Shut up, girls, please.
Now, Rebecca, I-I need you to push your flight back.
You got to meet me at the Fort Worth office at one o'clock.
How do I push the flight back?
You just don't show up.
It's our plane. It ain't going nowhere.
-Okay, I'll see you at one. -Okay.
That balloon-lipped bubble butt--
You know what? New rule.
No talking for at least an hour after a botched blow job.
My head's so fucked-up now, I don't even know what I'm doing.
I'm still on the phone.
-Godda-- -[line clicks]
Now you see what I mean?
It's fucking embarrassing.
♪ gentle music ♪
[Dale] Well, damn, this thing's in sorry shape.
[BR] She's a mess, boys.
-Lightning strike? -Yeah.
[Boss] Hey, did Tommy say when the last time anybody was here?
[Dale] It's been a minute.
Oh, I see that. Look at the leaks over there.
Jerrell, you see that?
-Son of a bitch is full. -[Boss] She full?
[Dale] Yeah.
This gauge is shot.
These valves are shot, too.
How's a company so broke,
can't afford to collect what it sells?
When you outsource everything and don't pay your bills,
there ain't no one to come collect it.
Hey, Jerrell, get up on that tank. Tell me what you see.
[Jerrell] All right.
-King? -Yeah.
Go around and tell me what that belt look like
on the pump jack.
[King] Big old leak in the hammer union.
♪ slow, mysterious music ♪
-Hey, Boss? -Yeah.
You better take a look on the other side, man.
-[Boss] What is it? -[Jerrell] It looks like
-some kind of tank. -What, like a holding tank?
An army tank.
-Army tank? -Yeah.
[BR] What the hell you talking about, dude?
[Boss] Did Tommy say anything about the military?
-[Dale] No. -[Jerrell] I'm serious, man.
[Boss] You ain't hear nothing about the Army doing nothing
-out here, did you? -[King] No, sir.
[Boss] Tommy ain't mention nothing to me, either.
[BR] Well, these sons of bitches. You never fucking know.
[Boss] Right, you right.
[Jerrell] To that left over there!
Oh, this right here.
-Oh, fuck. -What the hell?
[wind whistling]
-[beeping] -Fuck! Run!
-Run! -Run, run, run!
-Go, go! -[Jerrell] What?
What is it?
Stay up there, Jerrell! Don't get down!
[King] Don't come down! You're above it!
[Boss] Stay back!
[all coughing and retching]
[Jerrell] Oh, fuck!
What the fuck?!
Oh, shit. My eyes.
[Dale] I got an H2S leak
at Coyote Field, 5272.
-Send hazmat and EMS. -[coughing]
We got one trapped on the tank.
[man] Do you have an alarm or exposure?
Both. Call TEXSAR. Get a helo out here.
-Move it! -[groaning]
Jerrell! You hang tight!
Don't fucking move!
Can-can it get to him, Dale?
H2S is heavy, you know that, Boss,
but the fucking gas goes where the wind goes.
But the wind don't go up, Dale.
Wind goes wherever the fuck it wants, Boss.
[Boss] Just stay there! Don't move! What'd they say? How long?
Probably ain't got much time.
♪ gentle music ♪
♪♪♪
Never had a job?
Never needed one.
Well, lucky you.
Read the other side.
I guess not so lucky.
Sorry.
Thank you.
-Kids? -A son.
You got day care figured out?
I live right across the street from his grandmother.
Day care is the only thing I have figured out.
So, never waited tables.
Well, in this part of the world,
the Patch is the Super Bowl of it.
On a good day, you can make four or 500.
You catch some landman who hit pay dirt,
hey, there's no telling the tip.
-[chuckles softly] -But
you've got to have the temperament for it.
Oh, what's the temperament for it?
Well, what you gonna do if some roughneck grabs your ass?
[laughs] I'd probably stab him.
[chuckles] You ain't got the temperament for it.
Would friends call you bossy?
I'm Mexican. So, yeah.
Well, bossy makes good bartenders.
What kind of drinks would I need to make?
Oh, you know, nothing too tricky.
Uh, old-fashioned, occasional martini,
lot of margaritas.
Need to know how to pour beer without making it foam.
You think you can handle that?
Again, I'll refer you to my heritage.
Hey, Barney.
You still looking for reinforcements?
You ever bartend before?
Just for fun.
You ain't gonna think it's fun here.
Could get interesting.
You pass a drug test?
-Oh, I don't do drugs. -Ain't what I asked you.
I'll pass a drug test.
We ain't got much of a training program here.
It's too busy. So...
we're just gonna throw you to the wolves.
See if you want to come back tomorrow, hmm?
Okay.
[Ellie] All right. Grab you a shirt.
["Do It to Myself" by Tanner Usrey playing]
[indistinct chatter]
♪ Well, I woke up Thursday morning ♪
♪ With a train running through my head ♪
♪ Ain't no rest here for the wicked ♪
♪ Sleep it all off when I'm dead... ♪
Hey, grab me a Modelo.
Sure.
[man 2] Hey, uh, excuse me. Excuse me.
Excuse me. Excuse me.
Crown and Coke, please.
[man 3] Uh, miss,
let me get an Ultra, please.
-Uh, two. -Uh, yeah, make that two.
Two Ultras.
If you look at 'em, they're gonna speak, all right?
When you're in the weeds, just look straight ahead.
-What's "in the weeds"? -You're so far behind
on your orders, you can't catch up.
-Then I'm in the weeds. -All right, look,
beers last. Make drinks first.
Okay.
-It's just two beers. -I'm on it.
♪ I'll take an upper and a downer... ♪
-Who drinks this early? -It's late for these folks.
Early folks is having breakfast. Don't forget the simple syrup.
Fuck.
-Sorry. -No, you can say "fuck" here.
When you get a second, can I get a beer?
Yeah.
Don't forget the beers.
Shit.
Two Ultras.
How did you know that?
In the world of bartenders, he's Yoda.
Strong with the force, I am.
I don't know what the hell y'all are talking about.
Seven.
Boy, I like the way you shake.
I'm tempted
to buy another one just to watch you walk away again.
A matter of fact...
[exhales] Get me another one.
♪ Sunday morning, coming down ♪
♪ Woke up in some stranger's bed ♪
♪ Bloodshot, seeing double ♪
♪ Gotta get back to the van... ♪
-He behaving? -Define "behaving."
Well, you'll know when he isn't.
♪ I'll take an upper and a downer... ♪
Now it's 14.
♪ It ain't no one else to blame, oh, Lord... ♪
You should like my math.
I got to tell you, I can't decide which is better,
the walk away or the jiggle coming back.
Now, that is for you.
This...
♪ Someone else ♪
♪ 'Cause I do it to myself ♪
This could be yours.
♪ Someone else ♪
Don't worry. I'll do all the work.
[groans]
He misbehaved.
-God, you fucking bitch! -Toby!
Do I look like a hooker to you, motherfucker?!
[Barney] All right, all right, all right, all right...
[Toby] Hold her, hold her.
[Johnny] Okay. Okay.
I'm gonna save you the trouble and quit.
-I'm not cut out for this shit. -The hell you're not.
All right, someone causes trouble, you handle it.
You get us to handle it.
Taking shit, it's not in the job description.
[Ariana breathes sharply]
["Taking the Long Way" by Larry Fleet playing]
[Ariana gasps]
Stick your hand in the tiger's mouth, tiger keeps the hand.
Y'all done? Can I get a beer?
-What do you want? -Miller Lite.
-Bottle or tap? -Tap.
♪ Turned the radio up ♪
♪ And I turned the tires on this pickup truck ♪
♪ To where the blacktop road runs out... ♪
She does have a shake to her.
-Yeah, I wouldn't tell her that. -Oh, I was watching.
Don't need to live it to learn it.
Thanks.
♪ Turning left when I should've turned right ♪
♪ It's been a long... ♪
♪ gentle music ♪
Oh, God help me.
[Angela] Oh, baby. You can't take it with you.
Honey, I can't afford this fucking thing.
I've discovered, when properly motivated,
men can achieve anything.
Your job on this planet is to achieve the impossible.
And mine is to properly motivate.
That's why God created tits.
Love you.
-Love you, too, honey. -[laughs]
I'm gonna be a while.
[sighs] So am I.
I'll meet you at the Bowie House.
-Hi, Stephen. -How are you?
Please, Lord, just...
I don't ask for much.
[Angela] Whoo!
-It's gonna be fun. -Yes, it is.
All right. Thanks, baby.
[Angela blows kiss]
♪ gentle music ♪
-Mr. Norris. -Yes, that's me.
Um, his assistant will bring you up.
Mr. Norris?
-Yes. -Right this way.
Would you like coffee, water?
No, I'm fine, thank you.
-Espresso, sparkling water? -No, ma'am, thank you.
-A cocktail, rosé? -No, that's okay, uh...
You know what? I'll have a coffee. Yeah.
-Black? -Yeah, sure.
[Gallino] Contigo hasta el final. Uh-huh.
Oye, te tengo que dejar.
Bicho, te quiero y me quedo corto.
Y si me la corto, ¿pa qué te quiero?
Tommy, Dan Morrell. Danny.
Although my wife calls me Dan when she's mad at me.
Have a seat.
You married?
-Yeah, sort of. -Bet your wife
calls you Thomas when she's on one.
No, never Thomas.
Fuckhead, cocksucker sometimes,
piece of shit.
She uses that one a lot.
[chuckles] She sounds Latin.
-German. -Oh, which is worse,
'cause when they insult you, they mean it.
-They damn sure do. -So...
...congratulations are in order.
-Are they? -Yeah, our wells.
-Six producing so far. -[knocking]
Adelante. My petroleum advisers tell me that's very unusual.
-You have petroleum advisers? -I do now, yes.
-Coffee, black. -Thank you.
We're partners barely a month. Look how well we're doing.
[chuckling] Oh, no, you're not partners with me.
You're partners with a 22-year-old kid
with a net worth of a fucking 30-year-old pickup truck.
Well, he's worth a lot more than that today.
And that boy's your son, no?
Yeah.
-Well, then my partner is you. -No.
We are not fucking partners. I already told you that.
Do you have any idea how far up our ass
a probate judge and the IRS are about to be?
We have over a billion dollars of revenue a year,
a fucking year.
And you don't think they're gonna look at everything?
Oh, good thing for you that my contract is
with a company in your son's name.
Correct me if I'm wrong.
The industry standard is that I recoup 100%
before we split the revenue, right?
And typically, the split is 60-40, not 70-30.
Plus your son is earning 50% while I recoup.
There is a generous deal,
and then there's the deal I made you.
-And why would you do that? -Well,
let's call it an apology of sorts.
And an investment in both our futures.
Plus it gives your son real capital
to follow his instincts,
instincts that led him to an avenue of exploration
that you and many others ignored.
We ignored it for a reason.
Most played-out wells are dry.
Well, six of 'em aren't.
[scoffs] Listen,
I'm not gonna sit here and discuss the nuance
of oil exploration with a fucking drug dealer, okay?
♪ ominous music ♪
Ay, Dios mío.
Yeah. Why would you do that?
Why would you insult me like that?
-Isn't that what you do? -Look around, Thomas.
What I do is reinvest income.
What I do is diversify revenue.
Where that revenue comes from is irrelevant.
Well, I can think of about a dozen state
and federal agencies that would disagree with that.
Why don't we forget about what I do
and let me remind you what I did.
I spared you, Thomas. I spared you.
And I showed you a considerable amount of trust
in the process, too.
I bet on your son, which is something you could have done.
You bet on him to fail,
so he would owe you and so I'd owe you.
Let me explain something to you.
I don't owe you a fucking thing and neither does he.
Hey, every time you take a fucking breath,
-you owe me, Thomas. -Really?
Every time you take a fucking breath, you owe me!
That thing I spared you from,
I can give it back any time I want.
Yours is a business that needs money to grow!
My money is clean!
And the deal is fair for both of us.
I don't understand how you're not more proud of him.
Oh, you thought it was luck, no?
But now you know it's not luck.
It's a blind spot in the industry,
and you're angry that he found it.
Fuck you.
That's what y'all do, isn't it?
First hit's always free.
Oh, the first hit's never free, Thomas.
First hit is an advance.
[door opens]
-[all coughing, retching] -♪ tense, dramatic music ♪
-You guys taste metal? -[Boss] We got to get him
the fuck down and get the hell out of here.
You call EMS, Dale?
[Dale] Yeah. Chopper's coming,
but it's coming from Pecos.
You guys got hazmat kits in your truck?
Hey!
Do you got hazmat kits in your truck?
Let's wait for the chopper, all right?
I ain't waiting for shit.
That wind shifts again, and we're fucking dead.
-Yeah, I already feel dead. -In here. [coughing]
-Oh... -[BR] Shit.
Hang tight, Jerrell.
[coughs]
[Jerrell] I smell it!
-Wind's turning! -[Jerrell] Hey, I smell it.
-I fucking smell it! -[beeping]
My alarm. Fuck. Hey, my alarm,
-Boss! -Hold your breath!
-Do it. Do it. -I'm coming!
Fuck. [coughing]
Go, hurry up, Dale! Go get him!
-[Jerrell groaning] -[Dale] I got him.
[alarm continues beeping]
Fuck!
Here. Hey, hey.
You got to put this on.
You got-you got to put this on!
-Hurry up, Dale. -[coughing]
-There you go. Just breathe-- -[coughs, retches]
Oh, shit. Oh, fuck.
Get it out. Get it out, buddy.
-[groaning] -[coughing]
Where are you, you fucker?
-Fuck! -[helicopter approaching]
Hey! Over here!
-Send the harness. -Not the basket?
No, the harness. You can't go down there.
[grunting]
Gonna get you out, buddy.
We gonna get you out of here.
We going home. [grunting]
♪♪♪
[coughing]
[BR] It's f...
[coughing]
[indistinct chatter]
I tore my suit! I tore my suit!
H2S doesn't absorb through the skin.
-I'm okay? -Right now you are,
but not for long.
You guys better get the hell out.
Meet us at Midland General.
-[coughing] -Hey, you're with us.
Bring him to the chopper.
Let's go. Bring him with us.
♪♪♪
This fucking job, man.
I got a fucking family.
I don't need this shit!
-[coughs] -Boss, eyes on the road.
This is no place to crash a fucking truck.
-I got a family, man. -We all got families.
And I'd like to see mine again. Slow down.
Fucking shit.
♪ contemplative music ♪
[phone vibrates]
-Hey. -Hey, where are you?
At the lease, setting drill well seven.
No, don't you drill
another fucking thing,
-you hear me? -Dad, I'm playing
on the house's money now.
No, you're playing with the devil's money.
You don't know this guy.
So for once in your fucking life, just please listen to me.
I'm listening.
Not on the phone.
We'll talk in person.
We're driving up to Panhandle tomorrow. Bring a suit.
I don't have a suit.
Well, bring a jacket.
[beeping]
Hey, I got to go. But don't you drill a fucking thing
till we talk, all right?
All right.
Hey, baby.
[Ainsley] Hi, Daddy. What you doing?
Driving to my next calamity.
How's house hunting? Did y'all find anything?
She's not house hunting. She's house looking.
I'm pretty sure she's hunting.
When Mama hunts, she don't come home empty-handed.
Well, I have all the bullets, so she's empty-handed this time.
Are y'all spending the night?
No, babe, we got to come home.
We got your grandma's funeral tomorrow.
Do I have to go?
I never even met her.
Well, come support your grandpa.
I don't know him, either.
Well, come support me. How's that?
Is Cooper coming?
-Yeah. -[sighs] Dad,
he's so gross. He smells like hot dogs.
Hon-Honey, please.
I'm so bored.
Well,
call your mama. She has absolutely nothing else to do.
Okay. I love you.
Love you, baby.
Good.
Ten more hours left in this fucking day.
[elevator bell dings]
♪ atmospheric music ♪
They're in the conference room.
-Okay. Thank you, Monica. -Yeah.
Okay. Let me have it.
It's pretty complicated.
Well, give me the abridged version.
Well, the abridged version is this.
I now know why Monty was so stressed.
-Well, why was that? -The company has no money.
Why would it have no money?
M-TEX is broken into various LLCs--
M-TEX Exploration,
M-TEX Oil Services, M-TEX Land Trust,
which holds all real estate,
with Gracie and Daisy Miller as beneficiaries,
and Cami now executor.
But all revenue is paid into an M. Miller holdco,
theoretically, with money flowing down
to the various LLCs
to cover payroll, leases, exploration expenses.
Theoretically?
No money flows from the holdco to the LLCs.
All LLC payables come from lines of credit
at Goldman, Chase,
AgTrust, Amarillo National, Pinnacle Bank.
The more we dig, the more loans we find.
We just can't figure out how he's paying the loans.
Well, Cami, just call Alan.
-Call Alan and ask him. -I-I've been calling him.
[Rebecca] Most likely, this is a strategy
to limit tax liability,
but the immediate problem is
the funds don't exist in any of the accounts we've found
to initiate the offshore drilling.
Or any drilling, for that matter.
[Nathan] And all these lines of credit are maxed between 80
and 90%.
There's a large mortgage on the home
and a second, a note on the plane.
Our best guess is when Monty planned a large acquisition
or venture, he paid down the lines of credit
and used the LLCs to fund.
Okay, so what are we looking for?
The account that pays the loans.
Okay, fine. I find Alan,
he tells us where this account is and then
-we clean up the whole mess. -I don't think
it's gonna be as simple as that.
The holdco is a C Corp.
Monty was the only shareholder.
That means it goes through probate.
When a judge sees this, he's gonna drop this entire mess
in front of an auditor at the IRS.
Okay, it's a Friday in Fort Worth.
Where would a guy like Alan Thomas happy hour?
Cattlemen's Club.
-Monty have a membership? -[Cami] Well, the company does.
Okay, let's go.
♪ gentle music ♪
Ah.
Whoo!
My God, that's sexy.
I wish I could just hug it.
You want to look inside?
Frog's ass watertight?
Come on. Lead the way, honey.
Is this gonna bother you?
You got to quit that, you know?
You're cheating death with every puff.
But it will catch up, Tommy.
True enough, but it ain't gonna catch me today.
I have gone through every email,
every text, every file,
and you just pray that you don't find something
that makes the life you've lived a lie.
-Oh, Cami... -I'm not naive, Tommy.
I know he had secrets.
I half expected to find a bevy of mistresses,
but he was a Boy Scout in that regard, at least.
But this whole world he built... [scoffs quietly]
Hell.
I've always felt like my life was a fantasy,
and it may just turn out to be one.
Would it really matter?
There's a trust for the girls and there's a trust for you.
If everything else went away,
it wouldn't change anything for you.
Maybe a smaller house, no jet.
But there's far more happy people without planes
than there are with 'em, I promise you that.
I don't care about the money.
I want Monty remembered for something good,
not just another wildcatter
who got caught without a chair when the music stopped playing.
[sinister ringtone playing]
I'm gonna have to take this. I'm sorry.
Otherwise she'll shape-shift into the truck
and bite a chunk out of me. Hey, honey.
Ah! Can you see this fucking bathroom? [screams]
[gasps] And look at the size of this tub.
I mean, we could swim laps in that son of a bitch.
That's not all we're gonna do, you sexy motherfucker.
Hey, hang on a second, honey. Here, say hi.
Oh. Hi, Cami.
Well, hey there, Angela.
-Is that the Dayton's house? -That's what Stephen said.
You know, there were rumors
his wife was playing a lot of tennis.
They divorced over how much tennis she played?
No, they got divorced over how much she played
with the instructor.
I want to make an offer.
I can't afford that bathroom, honey.
I can't even afford the towels in that bathroom.
It'd be good to have you in Fort Worth.
Well, you remember our cash flow issue?
-Where are y'all headed? -Cattlemen's Club.
Ooh! All right. I'll meet y'all there, okay?
Honey, it's a
-I love you. Mwah! -bus-- Love you.
-But don't come-- -[laughs]
-[hangs up] -Goddamn it.
Oh, wow. If you could sell that exuberance.
Hell, they do sell it.
There's just a worm at the bottom of the bottle.
[laughs]
Cami, this business...
♪ somber music ♪
The goal is to get out.
You build it up and then you sell it.
Monty should have sold it years ago.
And when we get this mess cleaned up,
it's exactly what you ought to do.
I mean, you know, you can build him a museum
or a park or a cancer center like the Moncriefs.
I mean, you can do something good with it.
But if you stay in it, it'll bleed you dry.
You'll lose all of it.
How do you know?
Because it happens to everybody that stays in it.
Every single one.
[indistinct chatter]
Afternoon, Mrs. Miller.
-[indistinct chatter] -[country music playing softly]
Hey, you might want to hang here for a minute, okay?
Well, now, why would I do that?
Because I'm gonna get a little rough.
Well, what do you think I'm gonna do?
Cami.
Cami, I was just gonna call you.
Oh!
-Where's my husband's money? -[scoffs quietly]
What do you mean? It-It's in trusts,
in-in your name and in your daughters' names.
[exclaims, exhales]
-Excuse me. -Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
This'll work itself out in a minute.
Sir, this kind of behavior is unacceptable in a restaurant.
It's not a restaurant. It's a club. Restaurant's upstairs,
so it's fine down here.
Matter of fact, that's what clubs are for.
You don't want to be throwing shit at your attorney
upstairs in a restaurant. Membership has its privileges.
Can I get an Ultra?
We don't carry Ultra.
Well, can you get me
the rich man's version of it?
Longneck, please.
I have been calling you for days--
-you, your office, your house. -[sighs] Cami. Cami...
His business has no money, Alan, none.
There's lines of credit, but they're maxed out.
I know. I know. And that's... that's why I didn't call you,
because I-I know, and I-I'm working on it.
Oh, thank you.
What is that?
Shit's pretty good.
Is this settled down?
-What's your name? -Bonner.
-Bonner? -Mm-hmm.
That sounds like a beach town.
I can't call you Bonner. Tell you what.
I'm gonna call you Bob. I can wrap my head around that.
So, uh, Bob, here's the deal.
Situations like this have to come to a head
before it resolves itself,
you see? And it's about to come to a head.
And how do you know?
'Cause I'm about to take it there.
-Uh-huh. What the-- Oh! -Come here.
[Bonner] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, sir,
-come on, now. -Where is our goddamn money?!
-[Bonner] Stop it! -It's-it's okay.
Sir, if this escalates again, I'm calling the police.
Nobody likes a tattletale, Bob.
Alan.
Where is our fucking money?
[exhales]
Revenue gets paid into a holding account.
From there, it funds
an offshore drilling company out of Nassau.
And-and from there, it goes
into various private equity funds and gets complicated.
We-we don't... we don't know anything
about any offshore drilling company.
Well, it was his company, Tommy.
Didn't owe you a goddamn explanation.
Well, it's her company now,
and you owe her a goddamn explanation for sure.
I... I just assumed that we would have a meeting
and discuss business structure when she was ready.
Alan, we have a $400 million dollar lawsuit
against us. I think we're pretty fucking ready.
All right. First thing Monday, my office.
No, my office, and bring all your little partners
and little secretaries with little typewriters and shit,
the whole shiteree. I don't give a damn.
-Fine. Fine. -All right?
I pay you now, so when I call,
-you answer me. -I understand.
I don't need you to understand. I need you to do it.
Yes, ma'am. When you call, I will answer.
♪ And I'll hang up the phone ♪
♪ Just tell me ♪
♪ You don't need me anymore ♪
♪ And I'll leave you alone...
Uh, I got to go talk to this guy.
I'll be right back.
♪ Had somebody new ♪
♪ After...
Well.
Who's the gangster now?
I told you, we're not much different.
-That was just business. -Business.
I understand. It's like I'm looking into a mirror.
Who's that?
That's my boss.
And that's my wife.
[Gallino] Oh. [chuckles]
Party has arrived.
-[chuckles] -[Tommy] I see that, baby.
[Angela laughs, kisses]
You didn't have any trouble getting in here?
[chuckles] In this dress?
Oh, sorry. This is my wife Angela.
-Who's this? -Danny Morrell.
-Ooh, love the suit, Danny. -Thank you very much.
Love the suit.
-Love the shoes. -This is getting weird.
[Angela] Oof. Love the watch.
-Patek? -Good eye.
Honey, you should dress like this.
If I dressed like that, I'd look like
I was selling cotton candy at the state fair.
[laughs] Please, have a drink. Stay.
-No, we got to get out of here. -Love one.
-Honey-- -Oh, there's Cami.
Come over here, girl. Come on, girl.
-Oh, uh, shit. [chuckles] -[chuckles] Mwah.
-Hi. Danny Morrel. -Ooh!
-Cami Miller. -Ah, Ms. Miller.
Please, have a seat.
So I guess we're staying for a drink.
-Evidently. -[Cami] A lovely idea.
How about a tequila shot?
[Tommy] Can we get, uh, tequila shots?
-Oh, buonasera. [chuckles] -Ah.
-Ooh. -This is my wife, Bella.
-Hi. Hi. -This is Tommy.
-Cami Miller. -Hi. Nice to meet you.
-His wife, Angela. -Hi. Hi.
I love it.
-Oh, wow. -I love it. I love it.
-[Angela] Bella. -[Bella] Bella.
[chuckles] I almost named our daughter Bella,
but I didn't want to have to keep explaining
what it meant, so then I thought just
-"Beauty." -[Bella] Beautiful.
But old stick-in-the-mud over here...
Yeah, that's me-- the stodgy voice of reason.
They should have called you Bella with the skin
-and, ah, hermosa. Hermosa. -Thank you.
[speaking Spanish]
[Bella] Sí.
Oh, they're speaking the love language.
-[grunts] Can't fucking take it. -[Bella laughs]
Is this your life, all the time?
One big tragic cartoon.
-I understand why you smoke. -[Tommy] Yeah.
Everybody says that when they meet her.
♪ gentle music ♪
[Ainsley] F-R-O-G-S.
TCU!
[panting]
That was great.
Are my jumps high enough?
-They looked high. -It felt high.
My coach in Aledo says
it's 'cause my Achilles is very elliptic.
[sniffles] Elastic.
-Right. -Yeah.
[both laugh]
You want a margarita?
-I would love one. -Okay.
No. I'm in training.
Keep drinking your margarita.
-[chuckles] -I'll join you soon.
-[Shelby] Keep doing your flips. -[door closes]
I can feel myself getting dumber.
Nate, is, uh, is Tommy back?
In the morning, I think.
-Goddamn it. -[fridge door closes]
[can opens]
I'll tell you what, Nate.
I have cheated death...
...in this place.
[sniffles] More than once.
But, uh...
[sighs]
...nothing like today.
♪ melancholy music ♪
They're both stable?
Yeah, uh...
they sent BR home.
And, uh, they're keeping Jerrell overnight.
Tommy wants to take over that lease.
Well, we got to take all the wells offline.
And, uh...
environmental cleanup'll take,
oh... 20 million, two years.
-It worth it? -[scoffs]
Oh, hell yeah, it's worth it.
[chuckles] Oil's pooled on the ground
like a fucking tar pit.
I'd, uh, increase the coverage
of our wrongful death policy, though.
[short chuckle]
Lovely business, ain't it?
[girls chattering in distance]
Is there a TV on outside?
That is our houseguest,
cheering for a brighter future.
Mm. Well, best of luck with that. [chuckles]
Fucking kids.
[grunts]
[groans]
I'll see you in the morning, counselor.
[Nate] Night.
♪ gentle music ♪
[Bella] So,
Obama had loosened the restrictions with Cuba,
so I could finally see his home. And I planned this whole trip
-to Havana as a surprise. -You can smoke in here?
[Bella] And so I...
You can do whatever you want, my friend.
-That's good to know. -[Bella] And away we go.
-Mm. -But before we take off,
the pilot goes to Danny and asks if you prefer to go
to Cancún and take the boat in
so we don't get a Cuban stamp in our passport.
-Mm-hmm. -And oh, madona,
-his face goes wild. -[laughing]
He looks at me and says, "Where are you taking me?"
And I'm like, "Baby, I'm taking you home." And he goes...
He tells me everything about... [stammers]
His family is a great enemy of Castro, and they will kill him.
And-and-and...
He says to me, "I-I can't go home until Cuba is free."
This part always makes me cry. I--
-It's making me cry. -I know.
I need a fucking martini.
Yeah. [exhales sharply]
How come you never take me home?
To fucking Big Spring? And do what, tour the prison?
[laughing]
Somewhere. It could have been my home, but nice.
Think about what you just said for a minute.
[laughing]
[Angela] Ah.
So, Danny tells the pilot, "Take me to her home."
-Where's your home? -It's in Portofino, in Italia.
-[sighing] -It's a little fishing village.
So across the ocean we go... [sniffles] and
-we had to hop our way there. -Mm-hmm.
We went to New York first, then London,
-and then Roma. -Rome.
Finally Italia.
And there, all the houses are, ah, a different color.
They're pink, and-and turquoise,
-and yellow and... -Mm.
Danny looked at them,
and then he looked at me and said,
"Do you want to know my home? This is almost it."
Mmm.
Oh, I've been there.
With my husband and my girls.
♪ gentle music ♪
It's beautiful.
Y'all need to cherish this.
I mean, do you know how rare it is
to love someone long enough
-to actually know them? -[Bell] Mm.
[Cami] Most people,
once they get to know their partner,
they fall out of love.
But a rare few fall deeper.
A very rare few.
How strange to be sitting at a table full of 'em.
Where is yours?
Waiting for me, I hope,
if there's someplace to wait.
When did he die?
Seven weeks, three days and, um...
...11 hours ago.
Very few love enough to keep track.
That's my point.
I'm sure he's a very good man.
[Tommy softly clears throat]
I'm not so sure about that.
[soft chuckle] But
he was very good to me.
And a loving father.
-What else is there? -There's plenty.
But the plenty don't matter to me.
Tommy, you are surrounded by fierce women,
and maybe that's why you're so fierce.
They make you fierce.
I'm not fierce.
I'm very protective.
Well, that's what "fierce" means.
How late does this place stay open?
Until I tell it to close.
-I'm so sorry. -[Cami] Oh, thank you.
Thank you.
I'm learning the scope of your thing
as you learn the scope of mine.
It's where we're at.
The problem you had in the corner there--
I can help you with that.
[Bella] Portofino is amazing.
Thank you for the drinks.
Hey, hon, let's go.
[sighs]
I fucking love you.
-Oh, my God, mi hermana. -[Angela] Love you.
-Órale, órale, órale. -[laughing]
Thomas.
-[Angela] Mwah. -[Bella] Mwah.
You think that some toked-out gangbanger
is gonna sign surface leases without permission?
You think we're not already in business together?
And you think my business is what they do?
I don't sell anything. I invest, you understand?
I'm just an investor.
And I told you, we're gonna good friends.
Friendship is earned.
-[Bella] Yeah, so serious. -[Angela laughs]
Have to say, I do like your wife, though.
What do you mean, "I like your wife"?
Honey, we're leaving. We can fight in the car.
Damn right we'll fight in the car.
[chuckles] Ah, Mrs. Miller. Such a pleasure.
-Thank you. Pleasure was mine. -Mm.
You know what I do?
-I don't. -I'm an investor.
In oil?
In people. In people that I believe in,
and you're a person to believe in.
Well, I may need an investor.
I'm very easy to find.
Thank you again for the drinks.
-My pleasure. -And thank you for the stories.
Oh, of course.
-Good night. -Good night.
Good night.
"I sure like your wife."
-Honey, come on. -What the fuck is that?
Honey, please don't start this shit, all right?
Want to do a little sampling off the Italian buffet?
Huh? You want to get your salsa on?
You are so fucking lucky--
-I'm so fucking lucky, what? -Yeah.
[chuckles softly]
Oh, you want to give me the old backhand?
Huh?
Pull this truck over if you want to fight.
[scoffs] You think life has a big dick.
Wait until I hit you with mine.
What the hell does that mean?
♪ tender music ♪
[cries, sniffles]
Now that scares the shit out of me.
You called me your wife.
Well, you are my wife.
-That was ten years ago. -I mean, we've been...
kind of living as husband and wife, so I just figured,
you know, uh, that's what I call you.
Shit, I don't know what else to call you.
Are you asking?
Am I what?
Yes.
-Yes? -Fuck yes. Yes!
What are you doing? Goddamn it, honey.
No. No, no, no, no, sweetie, come on.
-Think about the kids. -Ah. Mm...
Honey? Hon... Get back over there.
-Goddamn. -[laughing]
I'm gonna finish what I started this morning.
Sweetheart, I would like to see my kids alive.
I don't want 'em looking at me in the ground, please.
Mm-hmm. [chuckles]
-Sweetheart, come on now. -[unzips]
Ow! Goddamn, honey.
It's a Popsicle, not a snow cone.
-Shh... -Ow.
[both laugh]
♪ ♪
♪ Everything about this place has changed ♪
♪ It feels like I'm the only thing ♪
♪ The same ♪
♪ I come back here ♪
♪ Time and time again ♪
♪ Never knowing if I'll sink or if I'll swim ♪
[sobbing]
♪ All the lights are low ♪
[wailing]
♪ And the air is cold ♪
♪ Everything I know ♪
♪ Is touch-and-go ♪
♪ Tell me, are these ghosts? ♪
♪ Are these memories? ♪
♪ Am I blessed or am I cursed ♪
-♪ To have a scream? ♪ -[coyotes howling]
♪ 'Cause all the lights are low ♪
♪ And the air is cold ♪
♪ And everything I know ♪
♪ Is touch-and-go ♪