The Lowdown (2025) s01e06 Episode Script

1
[crickets chirping]
- [Lee screams]
- [people clamoring]
Hey, Lee.
- [person] Fire!
- [gunshots]
[explosions]
What the hell is this?
- Well, it's a cookout.
- [gunshots continue]
You never been to a cookout before?
Well, it's-it's really wonderful to see
our tax dollars going to good use.
What am I doing here?
Well, it turns out cops are
the best witnesses.
And you're a lying journalist,
so that's why.
Hey, you know,
I don't know why, but it turns out
people end up in all manner of accidents
- in Oklahoma.
- Uh-huh.
Bottom of wells, hog
pens. And here you
You walk around like you're invincible.
Yeah, and you run around
like you're a hell of a swell fella,
but I see you.
You're sniffing at the wrong hole.
Oh, I'm sniffing at the right hole,
and it stinks.
Oh, fuck. Ow. Goddamn, Donald.
That was for Betty Jo.
Oh, shit.
Oh, fuck. [sniffles] Oh.
- Hey, here. Here.
- [panting]
Thanks. [groans]
- Oh, Lee.
- Oh, shi
You just don't know
when you're getting played, do you?
- [both chuckle]
- Uh-huh.
No, I'm sure Betty Jo spun some yarn
about me and loyalty, commitment.
What else did she tell you?
- Well, she did tell me one thing.
- Yeah?
Oh, you know what, it was private.
It's kinda like pillow talk, you know?
[kisses, chuckles]
You're funny. Yeah. [chuckles] You are.
Shit.
- [person] Fire!
- [gunshots]
[sighs] Lee, it's gone too far.
[scoffs, chuckles]
I'm gonna ask you somethin'
real honest.
I want you just to leave us alone.
Well, I want to know
who murdered your brother,
and frankly,
I find it a little disconcerting
that you don't want the same thing.
You don't know me.
And you didn't know my brother.
I'm gonna give this to you one time.
Dale wasn't killed.
He was being manipulated by someone.
[sighs]
He met someone, an Indian.
I don't know. I don't know the man.
He's a hustler.
Street artist. Gaybo for sure.
He got close to Dale.
Now, I don't know the nature
of the whatever, and I don't wanna know,
but this man drove Dale to kill himself.
Okay, so a street artist talked
your brother into killing himself.
- That's what you're saying?
- No, no.
What I'm saying is,
he put ideas in Dale's head.
- You ever meet this guy?
- No, I don't entertain street people.
That's not my demographic.
Oh [mutters]
What did he say to Dale exactly?
- What did he
- Lee, Lee, it's over.
All right?
Dale is dead.
You've exhausted every angle here.
- [Lee sniffles]
- All right.
There's hot dogs.
- You get a name of the guy?
- I mean it, Lee.
Get a hot dog.
- [tense music playing]
- [engine revving]
[Lee] Are you kidding me?
I live, like, seven blocks from here.
[officer 1] I don't care.
Catch an Uber, motherfucker.
We got a cookout to get back to.
[officer 2] Cookout, baby. We got
fucking all-beef franks waiting for us.
- Get the fuck out.
- [officer 1] Get your ass outta here, man.
[Lee] Fucking clowns.
[officer 1] Hey, you know what?
Hold on, man, hold on. My bad.
Come on back in, man. Get back in.
[officer 2] You hungry?
Buy some cat food, pussy.
- [officer 1] Bye, bitch. [laughs]
- [Lee] Fuck you!
[officer 1 barking]
[tense music continues]
[keys jangling]
[music fades]
[faint clattering]
[faint tapping]
- Oh, fuck, Samantha, Jesus.
- Whoa! Okay. Put the fucking bat down.
- I could've
- Sorry, sorry, I still have a key.
What are you Are you all right?
Is Francis all right?
[Samantha sighs, scoffs]
Oh, yeah, Fran is fine.
Fran's fine. [sniffs]
[sighs] So, what's going on? What
are you W-why are you here?
Well, I'm just, um, looking for Borges.
You [laughs]
You come here in the middle of the night
after hours looking for a book?
There it is. [sniffs]
Right, just put it on my tab.
- No, no, no. What's going on?
- Hmm.
Where's Johnny Rockets?
I don't wanna talk about it.
What? He break up with you?
- Classic Sam.
- [sighs]
Don't fuckin' say that.
I'm sorry.
What happened?
I called it off.
The wedding?
- Are you drunk? You're drunk.
- No, I had a couple.
- You're Oh, my [laughs]
- Maybe three.
- Uh-huh.
- I had three.
Three, huh?
Don't get any fucking ideas, okay?
But
you wanna join me?
["Statesboro Blues" playing]
- Phases and Stages?
- Hmm.
- No. No Merle. Come on.
- All right.
Uh
- Yes, obviously.
- All right. [kisses]
Woke up this morning, baby
I had them Statesboro blues ♪
[Samantha] Okay, okay.
Statesboro, Georgia, that is ♪
Woke up this morning
Had them Statesboro Blues ♪
Looked over in the corner
Grandma and Grandpa had 'em too ♪
[music stops]
Do you remember when she got the word
"morning" confused with "springtime"?
So she'd come and say,
"Wake up, Daddy, it's springtime."
[Samantha laughs]
- Oh, I miss those days.
- [groans]
I miss that age.
["Magnolia" plays on stereo]
Whippoorwill's singing ♪
Soft summer breeze ♪
Makes me think of my babe ♪
I left down in New Orleans ♪
I left down in New Orleans ♪
Magnolia, you sweet thing ♪
You're driving me mad ♪
Got to get back to you, babe ♪
[Samantha] Mmm. [kisses] Whoa.
[exhales]
I
I gotta go to the bathroom.
You're the best I ever had ♪
You whisper "Good morning" ♪
So gently in my ear ♪
[sighs]
I'm coming home to you, babe ♪
I'll soon be there ♪
We can't do that. That
can't happen again.
[sighs] I need to lie down.
- Okay.
- I'm spinning.
Hey, I got you. Come here. Come on.
I broke up with Johnny.
- Yeah.
- [Samantha groans]
Well, you know,
if something's not right, it
it's not right.
[sighs] I fucked up.
Yeah?
Yeah, I gotta make it right.
Oh.
[grunts]
[new age music playing]
[retreat attendees vocalizing]
[receptionist] Welcome to Sunyata.
How long will you be staying with us?
[Betty Jo] Jesus, I don't know. [sighs]
[receptionist]
And what brought you to Sunyata today?
Um, oh, um
I'm on the run.
Man's trying to kill me.
[softly] Oh.
Mm-hmm. Do you have cable?
Oh, no screens.
[whispers] Hey.
This isn't a cult, is it?
Oh, well, if bettering yourself
is a cult, then we are guilty.
Fuck. [grunting] All right. Okay.
So I talked to Sam.
- Yeah, how'd that go?
- She came right through here.
You know, from the door
that leads to the stairs,
that leads to your apartment.
Nothing happened, okay?
In fact, the opposite
of something happening happened.
So don't get any ideas.
- [smacks lips] I judge not.
- Yeah, that's why you're here.
I heard she's getting married.
- Where'd you hear that from?
- Francis.
[sighing] Fuck. How'd she feel about it?
Lee, you should ask her.
- [groaning]
- [Deidra] How do you feel?
[groans] How do I feel?
I don't know, you know what I mean?
We're not together,
so what are you gonna do?
I mean, she's happy.
I mean, he seems cool.
I mean, if not cool exactly,
he seems okay.
Damn it.
- What are you looking for?
- Oh.
Right here. This.
Can you read this?
[Deidra sighs]
Looks like "Chutto."
- Chutto?
- Oh.
- That's the guy who draws people downtown.
- That's right.
That's the guy I'm looking for.
- You know him?
- [sighs] No.
Thanks for the help.
So, if you were an artist,
where would you go?
I am an artist and a poet.
What do you mean, "if"?
All right.
Theoretically, you're an artist.
Theoretically? That's the most
fucked-up shit you've ever said to me.
- Oh, my God.
- I'm supposed to work on my art
while I'm in the store?
I work on my stuff in my spare time.
I just mean, if you were a street artist
who was drawing people for pocket change,
where could I find you?
I don't know.
Come on, come on, seriously,
where would you go to sell your stuff?
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
- [sighs] The Indian store. Easy.
- Right, okay.
- Bingo. Let's go.
- What?
No, not with all that,
"If you were an artist" stuff.
- Look, I'm sorry, but I can't go alone.
- Lee, it's a store.
I know, but I'm a white dude,
so it's not cool.
White people are allowed
at the Indian store, dork.
I know, but I don't wanna be
one of those white guys
who's, you know, trying to collect
feathers to look tough, right?
Take Henry.
[Henry shrieks]
[sighs]
[sighs] Time and a half.
Thank you.
- [Deidra sighs]
- [Lee sighs]
What's up your ass?
Hmm?
You're quiet.
[sighs]
Why didn't you answer
any of my calls yesterday?
[sighs]
I had some personal
stuff to take care of.
Yeah, well,
if you're serious about wanting to be
head of my security,
you gotta prioritize.
You gotta be available.
I needed you yesterday.
Look, I just started.
There's gonna be some bumps.
You know that hack journalist
I had you follow?
- Mm-hmm.
- I had a problem with him.
What'd he do?
Nothin'.
- He's just prying, is all. He's prying.
- Mmm.
I had some friends on the force
take care of it, so don't worry.
Look, it won't happen again.
You can count on me.
I do count on you.
- All right. Thank you.
- Thank you.
[shopkeeper] Stvnko.
Let me know if you need any help.
Oh, thanks.
All right, go. Go talk to him.
- What?
- Come on, you know, just
It'll be cooler coming from you.
You literally have three Indians
working for you right now.
Just chat him up. Do your thing.
[Deidra sighs]
My friend is looking for somebody.
[shopkeeper] Okay.
Well, who are we looking for?
Uh, hi. My name's Lee.
Well, hello, Lee.
Nice to make your acquaintance.
- I'm Mekko.
- Hey, Mekko.
So get this, right? I'm
I'm looking for this artist.
He's a native dude.
He's like a street artist.
Okay. What, like graffiti?
I No, I don't know. Not really, no.
- I mean, he does portraits more, right?
- He draws people for money.
- [Lee] Yeah, that's it.
- Oh, you mean Bucket.
- Bucket?
- [Mekko] Yes, Bucket.
He does charcoals. Sells them to people.
- All right, could that be Chutto?
- I mean
I mean, that's his real name.
- [scoffs] But we call him Bucket.
- [Lee chuckles]
- Yeah, you know, we's like the Mafia.
- [Lee chuckling]
I can give you a nickname.
[Lee] No, no, no, I'm good.
Okay. Well, we do have a few
of his pieces right back there.
Oh, shit, that's the guy.
There he is. Mm-hmm.
Yeah, see, he drew a photo of my auntie.
Wow, really? Well, I [sucks teeth]
was hoping to talk to this guy.
I mean, you might check the center.
- The center?
- Yeah, the Indian Center.
He sometimes hangs out there.
Matter of fact, they're having a Handgame
and an Indian taco sale there today.
- [Lee] All right.
- It's singing, gambling.
He might be there.
Okay, but singing and stuff,
is that like formal?
I mean, do I look all right? [stammers]
He could use a ribbon
shirt though, right?
Mm-hmm.
No, I don't need a ribbon
What is a ribbon shirt?
You know, I think I got some secondhand.
It'll fit you just right.
- Really?
- [Mekko] Mm-hmm.
["Washita Love Child" playing]
I look like Davy Crockett
fucked Steven Seagal.
- It's perfect.
- No, you look like Wednesday Addams.
What do you know?
You're white.
You should dress up a little.
- It's respectful.
- Yeah.
And, listen.
- Don't go asking a bunch of questions.
- [Lee] What you
White people are always asking
a bunch of questions.
How do I ask a question
without asking a question?
By not asking a question.
How do I say,
"Where am I looking for this dude?"
By saying, "I am looking for this dude."
Okay.
I like your coat.
Thanks.
[Deidra] You should've
gave him your coat.
It's an old Indian thing.
If someone says they like something,
you should give it to them.
- [Lee] That's ridiculous.
- [Deidra] He's an elder, yeah.
- [Lee] Okay.
- [Deidra] I smell that fry bread.
- [drumming and chanting]
- Let's come back when this is over.
- Hey.
- Here you go, Custer.
He called me Custer.
- I mean, that's not fair.
- Come on, we can eat.
[vehicle approaching]
- [Donald sighs] Ah, shit.
- [car door closes]
I thought this was
one of those megachurches.
[sighs]
- Looks like the service is over.
- Hmm.
[Donald sighs]
You don't have a number for this guy?
Oh, yeah.
The pastor's been calling me nonstop.
These meet and greets
are a pain in the ass,
but you know, every vote counts.
[pastor] Future Governor Washberg.
You're a little late.
Have we met?
Pastor Mark Sternwick.
It's an honor to have you out here
to our little sanctuary.
Yeah, well, anything
for the good folks of, uh, One Well.
Oh, this is Marty Brunner.
He's my head of security
and a good friend.
Can I show you around a bit?
I'd love to tell you
about what we're doing out here.
- Sure.
- You have three more stops today, Donald.
It's all right. We came all this way.
Sure, I'd like to see the place.
I'm sure the good Christian folks here at
One Well will get me back in one piece.
Sure will. Right this way.
[Pastor Mark] Step into my chariot.
All right.
[Pastor Mark] Here you go.
[engine starts]
- [Donald groans]
- [Pastor Mark] Ready?
- [Donald] I'm ready.
- [Pastor Mark] Let's go.
- [drumming and chanting continue]
- [indistinct chatter]
[whooping]
Hey, you know, I got a question.
Um, I don't have a question,
I have a statement
in the form of a question,
or vice versa?
I really like that coat.
- Yeah? Yeah.
- [person] Pretty keen.
You know what,
why don't you have this coat? Hmm?
- What? I couldn't.
- Yeah.
No, you can, you can. You take it.
It's a fair trade, you know?
Uh, God dang, that looks
that looks expensive.
Yeah. Yeah, well, actually,
I came into some money recently,
- so it's no big deal.
- Oh.
So, what's your statement?
Oh. Okay. So, um, there is an artist.
His name is Chutto.
I'm looking for him.
I don't know him.
Okay, you wanna go?
What? No, we have to stay
and talk to people.
No, I don't wanna talk to anybody.
- Then I'll talk to people.
- No, no, no, no, don't leave me.
- Yeah, I'm gonna leave you. Hold on.
- Just
- Deidra, don't leave me.
- Yeah.
[softly] You'll be okay.
Hey, Custer.
You should really play some Handgame.
See, I really don't like
the nickname Custer.
Oh, no, it's easy. [yells]
Yeah, no, I don't [stammers]
I don't Wouldn't begin to know how.
It'd be a major disrespect if you didn't
play once you've been asked.
- [scorekeeper] You're up, Custer.
- Come on, it's easy.
It's [stammers]
Listen, my sister Margie,
you can't look her in the eye now
because if you look her in the eye,
she's gonna know
which way you're gonna go,
so tilt your head one way
and hopefully she'll go the opposite.
Yeah. Okay.
- He gonna explain the rules to you.
- Yeah, like this, look.
Like that with that hand,
like that from that hand,
like that in the center,
and like that on the outside.
- You got it? Good.
- You got this.
Hey, don't mess up.
Everyone's watching.
[rhythmic drumming, clapping]
You're my boy, Custer.
I just I don't even
[chuckles]
Okay, um
- [scorekeeper] Two!
- All right, I suck. Yeah, so
Hey, you're all right.
- Go again? Go again?
- Go again. Go again. Yeah.
Uh [grunts]
All right, thanks a lot. It's cool.
No, no, no, you're good. You're good.
- Try one more time. Last time.
- Custer's gonna go one more time.
You got this, Custer.
Don't look her in the eye.
- [cheering]
- [applause]
Hey!
All right, so I won, right?
You did. You won.
- [Lee] Thank you, thank you, thank you.
- [scorekeeper] Yeah, right this way.
We got you two ice cream cones there
for participation.
- All right, thanks.
- All right.
- Wow.
- [Deidra] You look lovely.
- Have a nice day.
- You too.
- Lee.
- What?
- Hey.
- I got it.
Yeah, I know, but you see,
- I missed the first couple times
- Come here.
but then I nailed
it on the third time.
- I need you to listen. I got it.
- You got what? Oh. Chutto?
- I know where he stays and his last name.
- All right. Where does he stay?
He lives at the Whispering Pines
with his grandpa.
- You're good.
- Potato incoming.
[Lee] Nice catch.
["Without Me" playing]
All right. You ready?
Oh, I'm not going.
Without me ♪
[sighs]
You know [sighs]
Oh, Lord, you know she's going ♪
You know she's going ♪
Without me ♪
Oh, Lord, you know she's going ♪
["Without Me" ends]
[Lee] Howdy.
Chutto?
Yeah. I'm-I'm looking for Chutto.
I'm a friend of his.
Well, I'm a friend of a friend, actually.
[sighs]
I made a pot for us.
Okay, can I
Oh, thanks.
Oh, oh Hey. Let me
Yeah, I got that, I got that.
I got that. Thank you.
- Well
- Your usual?
- Oh.
- [exhales deeply]
Oh. Sure, yeah.
- [chuckles]
- Ooh.
I like that.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Well, don't just stand there
like another spare prick at the fair.
- Sit down, sit down.
- All right, all right.
So, uh
is Chutto here?
- Chutto?
- Mmm.
Did Chutto come with you?
No, no, no, I'm [chuckles]
I'm looking for him.
Why are you acting so weird, Dale?
Dale? No, I'm
I saw your brother on the TV today.
He dyed his hair black.
He looks half nuts.
He's gonna screw up and
not get elected.
- Mmm. [chuckles]
- [Lee chuckles]
Miss.
- Yes?
- You have a visitor.
[Pearl] What is this place?
What are you doing here?
Some dude came to my show
and told me that you'd be here,
and then the cops dragged him out.
The cops got him?
Mom, what is going on?
Please be honest with me.
I brought you something.
Oh.
[Betty Jo] And in the middle of all that,
your uncle and I are having problems.
[Pearl] I don't wanna hear about that.
You wanted honest.
I didn't think
you wanted to see me anymore.
You're my mom.
Of course I wanna see you.
Now that your dad's gone,
we're gonna have to stick together.
You're all I have.
You should get help.
At a real place, not this hippie shit.
I will. After this.
I promise.
I love you so much.
[sighs]
[Donald] Oh, looks like you
- you got some hunters. You know 'em?
- Just some of my boys.
[Donald] Oh. Okay.
[Pastor Mark] Beautiful, isn't it?
[Donald] Yeah, it sure is.
[Pastor Mark] You recognize it?
[Donald] Uh, no, I do not.
- Should I?
- [chuckles] Well, I hope so.
It's your land.
[Donald chuckling] Oh.
Yeah.
Yeah, I guess it is.
Well, you know, I never
I never saw it from this side.
- It's gonna be ours.
- You're
You're the buyer?
That's right.
We are excited.
Well, that's a mighty big purchase
for such a small church.
God has blessed us
with a great benefactor.
Seems like we both have a friend
at the 46.
- The 46?
- Well, you know what that is, right?
I was told that you attended a speech
given by Frank Martin
at one of their luncheons.
Yes, yes, I did.
Yes. I don't know what that has to do
with the purchase of my land.
They don't. They do good work though.
Leveling the
the playing field in Oklahoma.
The tribes, they still have power.
But Oklahoma has always been run best
when it's run by its people.
Well, you see, I, uh
I don't really know the details as such.
Uh
And I shouldn't because of the politics
and everything, but, uh
[Donald chuckles]
I'd like to know
why you brought me up here though.
We got big plans for this place.
We're building a homeland.
- A community.
- Uh-huh.
We've been very patient,
but I have promised my people
this deal is gonna get done soon.
In the world I live in,
when you make a promise,
boy, you better keep it.
I mean, your word is
really all that you have.
Mm-hmm.
- I'm guessing Frank put you up to this?
- I have a story about this land.
You know how we got the name One Well?
- The church?
- I do not.
Story as old as time.
Two men, land run.
They're fighting over the same claim.
One of them digs a well,
starts pulling sandstone
- for his chimney
- I think I have heard this story.
Late one night, one of them
sneaks over and they fight.
Oh, they fight.
Like men do over land,
to the death.
And death came.
Both of them died.
One, a gut shot. The other one
beat to death with a hammer.
But that well still worked.
[distant gunfire]
The neighbors came and filled
their buckets for many years.
Isn't that a nice story?
See, sometimes
violence
can bring good fortune.
You know a little about that,
don't you, Donald?
It's like my boys.
I don't know if you know what I do,
but I give men a second chance.
I give them a place with me.
A place where they can worship
and have purpose
other than the one the
the world out there has offered them.
Well, I thought you were very nice.
You do a very good service.
Frank promised me that our past wouldn't
hurt our chances of buying your land.
I'm just here to see if that's true.
No.
I don't got a problem
selling my land to anyone.
- Well, I better get you back.
- Mm-hmm.
[door opens]
Hey. Dale's back.
- Hi.
- You thought he had died.
Why are you telling people I'm dead?
[chuckles]
We're just here ha-having a little talk.
[sighs] You need to leave.
- Okay. All right.
- Okay.
I got two friends next door, gang
members, and they'll fuck you up.
Ah, shut up. Nobody lives next door.
You know that.
- What do you want?
- [stammers, chuckles]
Listen, man, I'm just trying to find out
what happened to Dale, all right?
You know, his brother said you might
have something to do with his death,
that you manipulated him.
- Manipulated him? I barely talked to him.
- Okay.
He hung out with
Grandpa most of the time.
- Why is he hanging out with your grandpa?
- He just liked him.
Why are you here? What do you want?
Really, what do you want?
I'm not trying to fuck with you
or your grandfather.
I just happen to know for a fact that
Dale Washberg did not commit suicide.
Why does it matter? He's dead.
What?
How would you feel if somebody shot
somebody that you loved?
All right? If the truth doesn't matter,
nothing matters, right?
Come on, just tell me how you guys met.
Just tell me that.
He asked me to draw him.
He paid good, so
Okay. So he just appears out of nowhere
and asked you to draw him.
End of story.
No.
Tell me the story.
[sighs]
He'd been watching
the club downtown and
- What club?
- The gay club.
Yeah, right.
He's parked outside.
I don't know, probably
trying to get the nerve to go in.
And I noticed him a few times down there,
and you know,
there's one night where he
wasn't watching the club anymore.
He was just
looking at me.
I would draw, hang out with friends.
One night, we were smoking,
hanging out in between working
[vehicle horns honking]
- Here you are.
- [gasping]
- Oh, my God. I love it.
- Yeah, of course.
- We'll be back.
- Okay.
[Chutto] Then one
night, he came up to me.
Hello there.
- You're very good.
- Um
Thank you.
You want me to draw you?
Oh, friend, I don't think
you wanna draw a ugly old cowboy.
Listen, it's just work.
I'll draw you if you pay, you know.
All right then. I'd like that.
Take a seat.
Will this do?
Yeah, that's perfect.
Okay. Try to
Try to sit still, please. There you go.
He liked the drawing.
Then he just kept coming back.
He'd bring me a cup of coffee
or just sit and watch me work.
I thought he was weird.
- And not like scary weird, but just
- Yeah.
I don't know.
I kind of felt sorry for him.
Then he started
giving me rides back to Grandpa's
and, yeah, they just hit it off, and
Dale started coming by
when I wasn't even there.
What the hell do those two have
to talk about?
Just talked about the way
things used to be.
Grandpa, he he lived on a ranch
when he was young.
All right.
And then? [stammers]
- That's it.
- So you two, you guys never like
[clicks tongue]
- Did we fuck?
- Well, I mean [stammers]
- I wasn't gonna say that, but
- No.
- No?
- No.
Okay.
He might've been into me, but
he never said anything.
It was just coffee.
So
Why does Donald Washberg think
you're mixed up in this?
I mean, what's that about?
Probably because he
doesn't understand or
I don't really know,
and it doesn't really matter, honestly.
It doesn't matter.
Why you lying to me?
[sighs]
[breathes deeply]
- Are you free tomorrow?
- Yeah, man, I'm free.
- All right, come by at 7:00 a.m.
- Why?
He's better in the mornings.
Okay, got it. Yeah, that's cool.
You want me to bring some doughnuts or
[exhales deeply]
I mean, I'm so goddamn hot,
I can't even follow what he's saying.
I mean,
I am sweating my balls off out there.
He's threatening me.
How'd he threaten you?
His tone.
- He had a very, very unpleasant tone.
- Mmm.
This is why you have
a broker's commission, right?
So I don't have to deal with
a pain-in-the-ass buyer like this guy.
[sighs] Remind me to call Frank
when we get back.
- Frank?
- Mmm. Yeah.
Frank Martin who owns Akron.
Between us,
he came to me with a great deal.
It was almost too good to be true,
it turns out.
You ever meet a guy
out at Akron named, uh
Allen Murphy?
Mm-mmm. No, no.
Mark!
Mark!
Where the fuck do you get off
calling Donald Washberg?
You lured him out here?
Are you fucking nuts?
I've tried discussing it with you, Frank,
but you've shown no urgency
I talk to him. You talk to me.
Fair enough. You seem hot.
Let's take a walk, cool down.
You got a six. You start, Grandpa.
So, what are we playing?
Wahoo.
- Wahoo?
- Yeah, my grandma was Creek.
She played it all the time.
All right, cool.
You gonna show me the ropes?
You wanna get home with all your marbles.
Yeah. That I do.
I-I lost a few. [chuckles]
He wants to hear about Dale, Grandpa.
Oh.
What about him?
He was a good man.
Yeah.
It's a shame they had to kill him.
Kill him?
Who killed him?
Uh.
The demons got inside his head, and
he couldn't take it, I guess.
Tell him about the land, you know.
Our land. Tell him
Tell him what you told Dale.
Oh.
I
I told him where the land came from.
- His land.
- What?
- Dale Washberg's land?
- [Chutto's grandpa] The whole family.
Old Nate Washberg's first parcel.
But before that,
that was my grandpa's land.
So you mean I-Indian Head Hills
is your family's land?
My pa used to, uh
Used to harvest medicine on that land.
He told me the whole story
about how they lost it.
[sinister music playing]
My pa was still a boy.
[Nate] We can do this deal
right here, right now.
What do you say?
[in Osage] All y'all want is land.
It makes you crazy.
We're done here.
[in English]
And that's how my grandpa lost the land.
[cocks gun]
[gunshot]
[body thuds]
[Chutto's grandpa] Lost everything.
Do you know who those men were?
The white men.
[mumbles]
What?
No, no, no. Hey. Hey, it's okay.
Yeah. Hey, Grandpa, it's okay.
Why don't you roll?
It's your turn, remember?
- [Chutto's grandpa groans] I'll get it.
- I can get it.
You guys couldn't find your asses
with both hands.
Grandpa, it's
[Arthur exhales deeply]
[grunts]
[breathes heavily]
I could have this framed,
and put it on the wall.
What is that?
It's Dale's will.
Could I look at it?
Thank you.
[Lee] "I, Dale Washberg
[Lee, Dale] being of sound mind,
and disposing memory
hereby declare this to be
my last will and testament.
Revoking all previous wills
and codicils made by me."
I hereby relinquish my share
of the Washberg Parcel,
here referred to as Indian Head Hills.
Said 3200 acres
shall be bequeathed outright
free and clear of encumbrances,
to Arthur Williams
and his grandson Chutto McIntosh.
You've just been sitting on this.
Dale wanted Grandpa to hold onto it.
Yeah. He gave it to me outright,
told me to protect it for a while.
We knew
this would all just cause trouble too,
you know,
white families don't just give land back.
But you've got to get a lawyer, okay?
Do you have any idea how big this is?
- Do I realize? Do you realize
- Yes, just go down to the courthouse.
- Ask for a lawyer
- Yeah, yeah.
A street artist with a record
and a crazy old man
walk into a courthouse with
the handwritten will of Dale Washberg.
- I don't even have an ID.
- Then let me make a copy of the will.
- I'll find a responsible lawyer.
- No, no, no.
- It's gonna stay here.
- What good is it gonna do anybody?
Dale was just some old cowboy
with a lot of guilt and a lot of money
I get it. I get it.
But it's what Dale wanted.
[Arthur] It is.
It's what you wanted, isn't it, Dale?
To give this land back.
No.
[stammers] No.
Hey, I think it's time you leave.
- Can I just make a copy
- No.
All right.
[exhales heavily]
I'm telling you, he threatened me.
It was not subtle.
What are you talking about?
[Frank, on phone]
He took me out to the stankhole.
Frank, stankhole.
Frank, I don't know what that is.
[Pastor Mark] Now when you came to me,
and asked about using our church
as part of your plan,
I felt like it was an opportunity
for all of us.
That day, we made a covenant.
We didn't ask any questions.
We did our part.
We put our name on all the papers.
All we're asking for is the land
that we were promised.
[Frank] Listen, Trip,
I think we better get out of this.
Pastor Mark is unhinged
No, no, no, no.
Frank, he just comes
from a different world, that's all.
He and his guys are good men, okay?
We need people like them.
We are at war in this country, Frank.
[Pastor Mark]
A covenant is holy. It's a vow.
And when it gets broken,
there have to be consequences.
I don't make these rules.
They're eternal.
[sighs]
Too many mistakes have been made already.
Our mutual friend Allen.
He made a big one.
Jimmy tells me he didn't go down easy.
Choked on his own blood.
I've known Allen for many years.
He was impulsive, but he was a brother.
[chuckles]
If I'll do that to a brother,
just imagine what I'd do to you.
[Trip] Listen to me, Frank.
You gotta be real careful here.
I put up all the money, okay?
All you gotta do is close the deal.
Okay.
[Trip, on phone] Figure out a way to make
everyone happy, goddamn it.
I'm glad we had this talk.
[dial tone]
[phone vibrates]
- Lee.
- Yeah, hey.
Are you okay?
Pearl said you got arrested.
Yeah, yeah, no, they
cut me loose. Listen.
Did Dale ever mention a guy
named Chutto to you?
Chutto?
Yeah, yeah, he's a native street artist.
I think Dale was in love with him.
Well, he had a lot of crushes.
Yeah, but he never mentioned
this guy, huh?
Lee, part of the deal was
he did his own thing. [chuckles]
I'm not taking names and numbers.
Yeah. [stammers] Okay, okay.
I just mean even in the big fight with
Donald, this guy Chutto didn't come up?
I've never heard of this guy.
Okay. Well, listen to this,
Dale wrote this Chutto into his will.
He's given him his share
of Indian Head Hills.
No, he wouldn't.
Yeah, he did. I saw it.
I've been out here all morning.
Whispering Pines.
It's this native housing project.
Talking to old Chutto
and his grandpa Arthur.
No, I just think Dale
wanted to do something nice
- for these guys, you know?
- [starts engine]
Anyway, I gotta roll.
- Okay.
- All right. Bye.
[dial tone]
[Frank] Betty Jo?
I just heard something
that could be real important to you.
I'm listening.
["Bullfighter" playing]
I get loud when I get mad ♪
I get tough when I get sad ♪
I'll tangle with the horns ♪
Like a Spaniard in the pit ♪
I'm here to play for blood, boys ♪
And I'll be here till the end ♪
For I am the bravest bullfighter ♪
That ever dared the pen ♪
Yes, I am the bravest bullfighter ♪
That ever dared the pen ♪
Oh, I've tied one on tonight ♪
And I'm mean enough to fight ♪
I'm looking for the world to disagree ♪
So sound your trumpets, folks ♪
And grab your lances, friends ♪
I am the bravest bullfighter ♪
- Security, bitch.
- Topflight. Topflight.
That ever dared the pen ♪