Landman – S02E08 – Handsome Touched Me | Transcript

Landman
Genre: Drama
Created by: Taylor Sheridan, Christian Wallace
Based on: Boomtown by Imperative Entertainment Texas Monthly
Writer: Taylor Sheridan
Stars: Billy Bob Thornton (Tommy Norris), Ali Larter (Angela Norris), Jacob Lofland (Cooper Norris), Michelle Randolph (Ainsley Norris), Paulina Chávez (Ariana Medina), Kayla Wallace (Rebecca Falcone), James Jordan (Dale Bradley), Demi Moore (Cami Miller), Andy García (Danny “Gallino” Morrell), Sam Elliott (T. L. Norris), Stefania Spampinato (Bella Morrell), Francesca Xuereb (Cheyenne), Guy Burnet (Charlie), Jay Huguley (Barrett Ramsey), Deidra Shanell (Margaret)
Premise: Set in the proverbial boomtowns of West-Texas and a modern-day tale of fortune-seeking in the world of oil rigs, the series is an upstairs/downstairs story of roughnecks and wildcat billionaires that are fueling a boom so big it’s reshaping our climate, our economy and our geopolitics.

The series is available for streaming on Paramount+

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Season 2 – Episode 8
Episode title: Handsome Touched Me
Original release date: January 4, 2026
Episode plot: At a West Texas drilling site, Tommy confronts the legal and financial dangers of ongoing operations while dealing with his father T. L., who has fallen and is struggling with the physical deterioration of old age. Realizing that conventional care will not persuade him, Tommy discreetly hires Cheyenne, a stripper with an intense fitness routine, to motivate T. L. through informal physical therapy.

At M-Tex Oil, Tommy promotes his son Cooper to project manager as several West Texas wells begin production, reinforcing Cooper’s operational role. In Houston, Cami meets with Tommy, legal counsel Rebecca, analyst Nate, and geologist Charlie Newsom to debate whether to pursue litigation against an insurance company or proceed with a risky offshore drilling project. Although Rebecca and Tommy advocate a safer legal route, Cami—swayed by Charlie’s optimism about a potential gas reservoir—elects to move forward with drilling.

Tommy later approaches investor Danny “Gallino” Morrell to withdraw financial backing for the project, but Gallino refuses, noting protections that will safeguard his investment regardless of the outcome.

Meanwhile, Angela organizes a casino trip for a group of retirement home residents. Starting with a small stake, her bold gambling strategy yields more than $300,000, which she brings home to Tommy. The episode concludes with T. L. beginning therapy with Cheyenne, suggesting a tentative emotional and physical improvement.

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Landman – S02E08 – Handsome Touched Me | Transcript

♪ They pray all day to the Good Lord ♪

♪ That they make it one more year… ♪

[radio DJ] It’s gonna be a hot one.

[DJ 2] 107.

[DJ 1] Yeah, in the shade.

[DJ 2] In the shade.

[DJ 1] So pull out them straw hats.

[DJ 2] And stay hydrated.

[DJ 1] Might I recommend a cold, refreshing Modelo?

[DJ 2] With a lime.

[DJ 1] And some salt.

[DJ 2] That’s a margarita.

[DJ 1] No, you got to try it, I’m telling you.

[DJ 2] Let’s play something appropriate to the temperature.

[DJ 1] How about a little “Cotton Fire”?

[“Cotton Fire” by Red Shahan playing]

♪ Burn, cotton fire ♪

♪ Burn, module, burn… ♪

[Tommy] Getting an early start, Nate?

[Nathan] I’m just doing a risk analysis to see what’s more expensive… drilling the well or getting sued.

[Tommy] What’d you come up with?

[Nathan] We’re pretty fucked either way.

[Tommy] Well, that’s the spirit, Nate. Thinking like a winner.

[Nathan] I don’t think winning is an option here. What we need is the least damaging defeat.

[Tommy] I don’t think that was Washington’s battle cry at Bunker Hill, Nate.

[Nathan] Interesting fact. Washington wasn’t present at Bunker Hill. William Prescott led the colonial army. And the battle actually took place on Breed’s Hill and was a tactical defeat for the colonials. In fact, I might add–

[Tommy] Nate, Nate. Have you been in Dale’s Adderall? You think I give a shit at seven o’clock in the morning who won the fucking Battle of Bunker Hill? Look, we’re standing here, this is America. Obviously we won something.

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[door opens]

[T.L.] Son.

[Tommy] Pop?

[T.L.] Son.

[Tommy] Am I talking to your fucking ghost? Where are you?

[T.L.] Over here.

[soft, emotional music]

[Tommy] What are you doing?

[T.L.] I fell. Made it back this far, but now I’m stuck.

[Tommy] Just get up and walk out, shit.

[T.L.] Oh, gee, why didn’t I think of that? With my knees and my hip, I can’t fucking stand right now.

[Tommy] All right.

[T.L.] There’s a guy back at the home. Alzheimer’s. Bad case of it. Don’t even know how to put on his socks. Fucker just stares at the wall all day, drooling all over himself. Every few minutes, just… he laughs. [crying] No telling what he’s th-thinking. But he sure looks happy. [cries] It’s a curse, my mind is sharp. I get to sit here and process all the ways… my body is failing me. Dying before my failing fucking eyes.

[Tommy] Well, Pop, what happened to “I’m gonna enjoy whatever time I got left”?

[T.L.] It fell in the fucking pool, son.

[Tommy] Pop, we just got to get you moving. You know? Get you a physical therapist or something like that.

[T.L.] You don’t understand. This skin suit is wore out.

[Tommy] You ain’t wore out, Pop. You’re just stove-up.

[T.L. crying]

[Tommy] Come on, let’s go.

[T.L.] I got this far, I just can’t turn around on these fucking steps.

[Tommy] Well, here, just face towards me. Give me your arm. There you go. There you go. … I’ll get you some dry clothes.

[T.L.] [chuckles] It’s 98 fucking degrees out here. They’ll be dry soon enough.

[Tommy] Well, I’m gonna change my clothes. Just stay away from the edge, all right?

[Nathan] He okay?

[Tommy] He’s the farthest thing from okay, Nate.

[sighs]

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[calm, pastoral music]

[phone rings]

[Cooper] Yes, sir.

[Tommy] You on your way?

I’ll be there in like 20 minutes.

[Tommy] I’ll be there in 15. Drive faster.

[sinister ringtone playing]

[Tommy] Hey, baby.

[Angela] You left without saying goodbye.

[Tommy] I’m sorry, honey. I had to get an early start. Y’all laying out today?

[Angela] Lord, no. It’s way too hot out.

[Tommy] Why you wearing a bikini?

[Angela] ‘Cause I’m about to ask you for some money.

[Tommy] Good God. How much?

[Angela] Can I take $10,000 from the safe?

[Tommy] What the hell do you need $10,000 for?

[Angela] Well, ’cause I want to take my old folks to the casino, and we need some money for gambling.

[Tommy] Where is there a casino?

[Angela] Carlsbad.

[Tommy] Why don’t you give ’em a bunch of nickels and park ’em in front of a slot machine?

[Angela] Nickels don’t change lives, baby.

[Tommy] [chuckles] They’re 90 fucking years old, babe. I think their lives are done changing.

[Angela] Oh, baby. I’m in a lifechanging mood. [chuckles suggestively] And I’m feeling lucky. How about you, Tommy? Are you feeling lucky?

[Tommy] [sighs] I’m gonna rationalize it like this. If I was in Amsterdam and you were one of them hookers in the little glass case and it cost $10,000 to fuck you, would I pay? Yes.

[Angela] Baby, that is just so sweet.

[Tommy] Ten thousand dollars buys Saturday night sex, so you better lock them fucking extensions down.

[Angela] I love you, and you are one sexy motherfucker. Mwah!

[Tommy] Ten thousand dollars. Goddamn.

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[calm, pastoral music]

♪♪♪

[Tommy] Always wondered if y’all cleaned those things.

[Cheyenne] Can I help you?

[Tommy] Tell you what, if I knew it paid this well, I’d have been climbing up them poles myself maybe.

[Cheyenne] Not sure you’d make much tips, but you might get arrested.

[Tommy] I assume you work here.

[Cheyenne] Nah, I just wandered in off the street to count a stack of 20s ’cause I like the atmosphere.

[Tommy] You’re a pistol, ain’t you?

[Cheyenne scoffs]

[Tommy] Well… I got a job proposition for you.

[Cheyenne] And that’s when I scream for the bouncer.

[Tommy] No, it’s not like that, it’s not even for me. It’s for my dad. He’s 82 years old, and he’s ate-up with arthritis and all kind of injuries, and he can barely get from one end of the couch to the other. Now, I figure, your line of work, you probably got to stay pretty limber, right?

[Cheyenne] It helps.

[Tommy] So, you do stretches and the yoga and all that kind of thing?

[Cheyenne] Three hours a day in the gym, buddy.

[Tommy] So, essentially, you’re your own physical therapist.

[Cheyenne] If you’re really stretching the definition, sure.

[Tommy] Could you help my dad? Just show him some of your stretches to get him stronger. Be no sex, don’t have to wear high heels and a G-string or any of that.

[Cheyenne] Like a physical therapist?

[Tommy] Exactly.

[Cheyenne] Why don’t you hire a physical therapist?

[Tommy] Well, because my pop is as stubborn as a jack mule. But he can’t say no to a pretty woman. All right, look. It’s an hour a day, twice a week to help an old man.

[Cheyenne clicks tongue]

[Tommy] Here. That’s him right there.

[Cheyenne] He looks sad.

[Tommy] He is sad.

[Cheyenne] I’ve seen these two in here before with a bunch of old folks.

[Tommy] I’ll bet you. This one here, she likes to volunteer. She’s my wife. My ex-wife. We’re back together now, though, so she’s kind of like a ex-wife/fiancée.

[Cheyenne] Why don’t they work him out?

[Tommy] It’d be a little weird, don’t you think?

[Cheyenne] ‘Cause this ain’t weird?

[Tommy] Well, it’s a little odd, but it’s innocent. And you can do it with your clothes on.

[Cheyenne] I like taking off my clothes.

[Tommy] Well, you can do it naked. I don’t give a shit.

[Cheyenne] He seems sweet. Why not? But just so you know, there’s a sergeant on Odessa SWAT that keeps my location in his phone.

[Tommy] Duly noted.

[Cheyenne] Now, if you want to give him the occasional hand job or something like that…

[Tommy] I was just tossing it out there. It’s not a requirement. I mean, j-just forget anything I said–

[Cheyenne] Give me an address.

[Tommy] Oh, yeah.

[Cheyenne] What’s your phone number?

[Tommy] Yeah. All right. Hang on. That’s me right there. You just put it in your deal?

[Cheyenne] [sighs] What time?

[Tommy] Time don’t matter. He just sits out there and watches the sun set.

[Cheyenne] Well, I’ll head over there this afternoon, then.

[Tommy] I appreciate it.

[Cheyenne] What’s his name?

[Tommy] Thomas. Everybody calls him T.L.

[Cheyenne] And just so you know, I’m in no way qualified to do this, so if he breaks his back or something, I’m not taking any shit for it.

[Tommy] I assume all responsibility.

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[driving music]

[indistinct chatter]

[Tommy] Cooper. Sorry, y’all. I had to make a little detour.

[King] All good. We ain’t got nowhere else to be.

[Tommy] Well, you do now. Boy wonder here bought some leases and started drilling, working some wells over, and hitting. We’re gonna take ’em over. Let’s get eyes on ’em.

All right?

All right.

Yep.

[Tommy] One more thing. Project manager. Anybody got a problem with that?

[King] I don’t mean no disrespect, Tommy, but he was just worming for me a few months ago.

[Tommy] He knows what he don’t know, and he ain’t too proud to ask for advice. He went six for six, Boss.

[men laughing]

[Tommy] So, if it’s dumb luck, let’s keep him dumb as long as we can. All right?

[King] [chuckles] You got it. Lead the way.

[Cooper] Let’s go.

[Dale] Let’s go make some fucking money, boys.

[King] Whoo!

[Boss] Did he say six for six?

[Dale] Six for six.

Oh, shit.

[exhales]

[engine starts]

[phone vibrating]

[Nathan] Hello.

[Tommy] You gonna meet me at the FBO?

[Nathan] I’m gonna join by Zoom. I’m still compiling data. Rebecca and Charles are at the FBO.

[Tommy] I’ll call you when we get set up.

[Nathan] I’ll be here.

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[“Sweet Caroline” by Neil Diamond playing]

♪ Where it began ♪

♪ I can’t begin to know when ♪

♪ But then I know it’s growing strong… ♪

[Ainsley] Are you sure this thing won’t fall over?

[Angela] Strapped it to the chair, baby.

♪ And spring became the summer… ♪

[Angela] Gas pedal’s the one on the right, Margaret.

[Margaret] I don’t want them to spill their drinks. I don’t want ’em drinking at all, but I’d rather they drink ’em than wear ’em.

♪ Hands ♪

[others singing along]

[Margaret] [sighs] Oh, my.

♪ Touching hands ♪

♪ Reaching out ♪

♪ Touching me ♪

♪ Touching you ♪

[laughter]

♪ Sweet Caroline ♪

♪ Bah, bah, bah… ♪

[man] This drink’s strong…

[Margaret] My son would say you’re based.

[Angela] What’s that mean?

[Margaret] It’s kind of like cool, but you go against the mainstream. Do it your way. Don’t give a damn what other people think.

[Ainsley] Should we turn the music down? They’re starting to nap.

♪ Look at the night… ♪

[Angela] Couldn’t have timed it better, baby. They’ll be ready for round two when we get there.

[Margaret] I was saying your mama’s based.

[Ainsley] Mm. So based. And so hot.

[Margaret] [chuckles] Sure, but if you could just be one, would you be based or hot?

[Angela] Hot. Hot. Are you crazy?

[Margaret] Well, I ain’t either, so…

[Angela] What? You are both.

[Margaret] Please.

[Angela] Who’s driving this van?

[Ainsley] Who bought the tequila?

[Angela] Who ratcheted that fucking margarita machine to the chair?

[Ainsley] Yep. Pretty based to me.

♪ Reaching out… ♪

[Margaret] Okay, weird.

[Ainsley] You know what I’m thinking?

[Angela] Mmhmm. Makeover.

[Margaret] Oh, Lord.

[“Honky Tonk Hall of Fame” by George Strait playing]

[woman laughs]

I want one of these.

♪ Well, if I go down in history ♪

♪ I’ll owe it to this misery ♪

♪ From all the lies you told to me ♪

♪ And this poor old heart you broke ♪

♪ Now, people, they might walk on by ♪

♪ And never even… ♪

[Margaret] It’s a little painful.

[Ainsley] Relax. It’s worth it. Trust me. Look up.

[Angela] Give me some room, baby. I got one more thing to do here.

[Margaret] Oh. Oh, I don’t think so.

[Angela] I think yes.

[Margaret] No, I think not for me.

[Angela] I think not your decision. Do you know why God made a woman’s hips wider than a man?

[Margaret] To open the parturition passage for ease of childbirth.

[Angela] So men will stare at them. How’s a man supposed to look at your hips if you’ve got your pants pulled up like Mr. Magoo?

[Margaret] That’s not medically accurate, but–

[Angela] Wide hips, narrow waist, large breasts, nice plump round ass.

[Ainsley] That’s right.

[Margaret] Mammaries provide sustenance to offspring, and in the case of mammals, those offspring are completely dependent upon that sustenance while their disproportionately large brains form. The female pelvis is flared for the birthing, hence wide hips.

[Angela] Yeah, yeah, all that’s fine. But ain’t nobody birthing and feeding nothing till somebody gets fucked, right?

[Margaret] You got a point.

[Ainsley] Margaret, are you married?

[Margaret] Uh, yes.

[Angela] Well, now your husband’s gonna be so fucking happy.

[Ainsley] I don’t know what kind of car you drive, but my guess is, you’ll be driving a new one within a week.

[Margaret] I like my car.

[Angela] All right, we got to get this party started. Here they come.

♪ Baby, I’m a road runner ♪

[laughing]

[Ainsley] Hi.

[Angela] Hi!

♪ Heads, Carolina, tails, Timbuktu… ♪

[Beverly] Oh, look.

[Angela] Whoa.

Oh, my God!

[overlapping chatter]

[laughs]

[Margaret] Get in.

♪ Finger in the air ♪

♪ Slinging prayers, hair windblown ♪

♪ Pedal to the metal ♪

♪ Burning rubber off of Bridgestones ♪

♪ I’ve never loaded my shotgun seat ♪

♪ I’m a road runner, and, baby, you can run ♪

♪ With me ♪

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[pilot] No luggage?

[Tommy] No luggage.

[pilot] It’s pretty windy. Gonna be bumpy. I’m gonna ask you all to stay seated with seat belts on.

[Rebecca sighs]

[Tommy] You don’t like to fly?

[Charlie] She, uh, she-she gets a little worked up about it.

[Tommy] Safer than driving, honey.

[Rebecca] Under certain circumstances.

[Tommy] I wouldn’t want to fly the fucking thing into a tornado, but I wouldn’t want to drive into one either.

[Rebecca] It’s not… I-I’m fine. Okay? [sighs] I have control issues, and it’s not… Look, I’ve been in plenty of car crashes. You can walk away from those.

[Tommy] Plane’s not going to crash, Rebecca.

[Rebecca] You can say that, but you don’t know it.

[Tommy] Oh, I know it. You want to know why I know it? Because I ain’t that fucking lucky.

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♪ Well, I just spent my last $20 ♪

♪ On a topshelf, “go to hell,” double shot swallow ♪

♪ And a “goodbye, have a good life” pack of smokes ♪

♪ Yeah, all my plastic’s maxed to the limit… ♪

[woman] Free game, baby.

Ah… Ah! Free game. [laughs]

[woman] Free game?

I got a free game, too.

[Margaret gasps]

Leave ’em.

[Margaret] People are looking.

[Angela] That’s the point.

[Margaret] I don’t think they’re looking because they like it.

[Angela] When you go to a museum, how much time do you spend looking at ugly paintings?

[Margaret] [sighs] It’s very difficult to argue with you.

[Angela] I don’t make it easy, Margaret. How we doing, ladies? How we doing?

You just keep feeding this thing until it throws up.

[Angela] Yeah! Well, that’s the spirit.

[laughs]

Mama.

[Angela] Look at your little thing.

We have a problem.

[Angela] What’s that, baby?

Hank and Bob already lost all the money we gave ’em.

[Angela] We just got here.

Lost it all the same.

[Angela] All right, where are they?

The roulette wheel.

[Angela] All right, show me. We’ll be right back, ladies. Okay?

[woman] All right, all right.

Okay, gotcha.

[woman] Bye.

[Margaret] Oh, Lord.

[Angela] See that, Margaret? You just got ogled.

[Margaret] Not a goal of mine.

You have any more money?

Yeah, I got…

[Angela] What in the world are you boys doing? This is a sucker’s game.

It’s got the best odds.

[Angela] The house has a 35-to-one advantage. If you’re gonna bet roulette, you just bet color.

[dealer] I’ve seen far more people lose betting colors than picking numbers, ma’am.

[Angela] Mm. Because they don’t have the stack or stones to stick it through.

[Hank chuckles]

[Angela] If you stick it through, guaranteed to win.

[dealer] [scoffs] There’s no guarantees.

[Angela] Want to bet?

[dealer] You’re welcome to prove me wrong.

[Hank] Oh, no. You shouldn’t have said that.

[“Jackpot” by Nikki Lane playing]

[Hank] Oh, Lord. Here it comes.

[Angela] Hundred on black.

[dealer] Hundred on black.

[Hank] Come on, black.

[dealer] No more bets.

[Hank] You got it. You got it.

[dealer] Red.

[spectators groan]

♪ I was on a bad streak… ♪

[Angela] Two hundred on black.

[dealer] Two hundred on black.

Down and dirty, down and dirty.

♪ Down to my last dime with no good news… ♪

[spectators groan]

[dealer] Red.

[Bob] Come on.

[Hank] Come on.

♪ My luck was running dry… ♪

[dealer] Red.

[spectators groan]

[Bob] Red?

[Hank] Aw, man.

[Angela] Sixteen hundred on black.

[dealer] Sixteen hundred on black.

♪ Put the quarter in the slot, could it be jackpot? ♪

Come on now, black.

Come on, come on.

Come on, jump, jump.

[spectators groan]

♪ Viva Las Vegas… ♪

Mama.

[Angela] Relax, baby.

♪ Weekend in Reno… ♪

Oh, my God.

Time for a black now, isn’t it?

Come on, go for it, go for it.

[dealer] No more bets.

[overlapping chatter]

[Hank] Ah!

[Bob] Man…

[Angela] Sixty-four hundred on black.

[dealer] Sixty-four hundred on black.

I can’t even look.

[Hank] Let’s go, do it, do it.

[overlapping chatter]

♪ You said, “Come on, little darling ♪

♪ We should have our share, let’s try and roll…” ♪

[dealer] Black.

[cheering] Black ten is the winner.

[Ainsley] Yes.

♪ No, that was all it took ♪

[cheering]

[laughter]

♪ I said, “Let’s go all in…” ♪

[Angela] Let it ride.

[dealer] Okay.

[Angela] Let it ride.

♪ Put the quarter in the slot… ♪

[Hank] Do it now. Do it now. Do it now. You can do it.

[overlapping chatter]

[laughter]

♪ Viva… ♪

Whoo!

[dealer] Black. Thirty-five black.

[laughs] Let’s go. Let it ride.

[dealer] Are you sure, ma’am?

[Hank] Let it ride.

[Angela] Let it ride.

♪ I’ll go anywhere with you… ♪

[Bob] Come on, black.

[Angela] Come on.

[Bob] Come on, black, black, black, black.

[Hank speaks indistinctly]

[dealer] Black 31.

[cheering]

[laughter]

[Ainsley] Oh, my goodness.

[dealer] It’s a good win. You ready to cash out, ma’am?

[Angela] Let it ride.

[Hank] Ah! God.

[Angela] Let it ride.

[Bob] All right, all right.

[Hank] I believe, I believe!

[man] You’re gonna get it. Yeah.

[Hank] Come on, black.

[Bob] Come on, black.

[Hank] Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, boy.

[cheering]

[dealer] Black 24.

[laughter]

[Angela] Whoo! Come on.

[Margaret] This just brought tears to my eyes.

[laughs]

Oh, my God.

[Angela] All right. Got it?

Got it.

[laughs]

Yeah, we got it.

[Angela] Start small.

[Hank] Yes, ma’am.

[Bob] Start small.

[Hank] That’s beautiful.

[dealer] Thank you.

[Ainsley] [gasps] Hey, hey, hey.

[Angela] Here.

[Hank] Get a load of this back at the home. See y’all later.

[laughs]

[Ainsley] Okay.

[Margaret] Wait. Am I wrong, or did your mom just win, like, $90,000?

[Ainsley] She’s like a superhero, if superheroes wore Tom Ford.

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[atmospheric music]

[Barrett Ramsey] You don’t see that much anymore. Reading an actual paper, not a news app on a phone.

[Cami] [laughs] Well, you know, it hurts my eyes to stare at the phone.

[Barrett] Me, too. You mind if I sit?

[Cami] Oh, I-I don’t mind.

[Barrett] Thank you. Where you in from?

[Cami] Oh, I live here. My office is just next door. I’m just waiting for a meeting.

[Barrett] What do you do for work?

[Cami] Uh, well… it’s complicated. [laughs]

[Barrett] Complicated is fun. You have a little bit of salad dressing.

[Cami] You don’t know me to touch me. Did you not see this? This means “not available.”

[Barrett] Understood. My-my apologies. Hey.

[Cami] How dare you?

[Barrett] Hey, listen, I’m sorry.

[Cami] [exhales sharply] [huffing]

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♪♪♪

[Monica] Are you ready?

[Tommy] Thanks, Monica. Thanks for seeing us, Cami. Sorry about springing this meeting on you, but we wanted our off-shore geologist to kind of walk you through the possible outcomes here.

[Cami] Well, I was unaware that there was any other outcome but one, Tommy.

[Tommy] Well, that’s why we’re here. I’m gonna patch Nate through, if it’s all right. This is Charles Newsom. He’s a geologist who specializes in offshore drilling.

[Cami] And who do you work for?

[Charlie] I work for you, ma’am.

[Cami] I thought we didn’t know about this offshore rig.

[Charlie] I work the Permian for you, ma’am.

[Cami] Well, there’s not a lot of ocean out there.

[Charlie] No, ma’am, there’s not. I worked deep-water rigs for BP and, uh, managed intelligent drilling as well as sand control solutions for Halliburton in the Gulf, near your proposed drilling site.

[Cami] So you know the area.

[Charlie] I know it well, ma’am, yes.

[computer chimes]

[Rebecca] We’ve got Nate.

[Tommy] Okay…

[Nathan] Hello, Cami.

[Cami] Hey there, Nate.

[Tommy] Yeah, go ahead. Sure.

[Charlie] Okay. Right. So… there. Your rig, uh, was located right here. And after eight years of consistent production, the rig attempted to increase output by running deeper by 5,000 feet below the 29,000-feet depth of the wellhead. Now, as it pushed deeper, the well started producing sand and water at pressures greater than the wellhead could sustain, and the rig manager was forced to seal the wellhead and shut the rig down. Now, the question here is… did you push through an isolated pocket of gas, or was this pocket indicative of a much larger reservoir? Which was your original geologist’s theory, one that I tend to agree with, given the number of producing rigs in the region, notated on here. But currently these are mapped as independent pockets of gas and not a larger field.

[Cami] I’m not sure I understand what you’re saying.

[Tommy] He’s saying there’s no guarantee.

[Cami] No guarantee?

[Tommy] That the drill will be successful. You could spend $400 million dollars, have absolute nothing to show for it.

[Cami] Is that what you’re saying?

[Charlie] Well, there’s never a guarantee. But if there is a larger pocket and you can increase your output at the estimated tenfold, then you’re measuring the output in the trillions, not the millions.

[Cami] Can someone help me understand that?

[Charlie] Well, a rig that generates $150 million in profits generates billions over the same time period.

[Cami] Well, that sounds like good news. Why the serious faces?

[Nathan] Cami, you must understand, the likelihood of a successful strike at the initial site is 10%. A 10% chance of rain is no chance at all, as you know.

[Tommy] We could be chasing this field for the next decade and never find it.

[Nathan] We believe the reason Monty didn’t drill was that he felt a litigation against the insurance company was a safer strategy, hence investing the money and seeking returns, uh, between 12 and 17% year over year to essentially pay the settlement.

[Cami] Well, how much is the settlement?

[Rebecca] That’s undetermined. We would, of course, extend litigation for as long as possible, say, three or four years, and litigation costs would be in the ten-to-15 million-dollar range per annum.

[Tommy] $400 million at 15%, that’s $60 million a year. Times four, that’s 240. Now, if we settle with ROI, we keep every dime of their money.

[Cami] And what about the principle?

[Tommy] Principal’s never touched.

[Cami] I’m not talking about the money. I’m talking about the insurance company’s position that we misappropriated the payout.

[Tommy] Cami, it’s a multinational corporation. Uh, they don’t have principles. They have balance sheets and quarterly earnings reports and stuff like that. If it goes to trial, we could Chapter 11 and they get nothing, and they know that.

[Cami] So you think we should litigate?

[Tommy] Yes, I do.

[Cami] And you think you can win.

[Rebecca] It’s not a win-or-lose situation for them. It’s “how do we recoup as much of our $400 million contractually obligated payout on a technicality?” A settlement’s the only way.

[Cami] But the rig is already in motion. It’s been leased.

[Rebecca] We will cancel the lease.

[Cami] Well, if we can just cancel it, then what’s the point of having one? If we never keep our word, what’s our word worth?

[Tommy] Nothing. Nobody’s is. That’s what the lawyers are for.

[Cami] And you think it’s there?

[Charlie] There’s no question it’s there. The question is, can we find it?

[Cami] Can you?

[Charlie] Let me just show you something. Here. Now, you see this? Could this be water? Maybe. But that would require water to defy gravity. Gas defies it already.

[Cami] You think that’s gas.

[Charlie] I think that’s gas.

[quiet, dramatic music]

[Cami] My word will be worth something. Go find it.

♪♪♪

[Rebecca] Hey, thanks a lot.

[Charlie] You asked me to explain it, so I explained it.

[Rebecca] I said explain it, not sell it like a fucking timeshare.

[Charlie] Hey. You know, me personally, I prefer the relationship to evolve just a little bit further before I start fucking lying for somebody.

[Rebecca] We don’t have a relationship. We had sex, and we won’t be doing that anymore, I can fucking promise you.

[Charlie] Yeah, I see what it’s like with you. I do what you say your way or you just sever the relationship. What a lonely woman you’re gonna be.

♪♪♪

[Cami] Anything else?

[Tommy] Cami.

[Cami] You disagree.

[Tommy] Cami, we have a performance clause on the Wolf Camp Fields, too. We can’t service both. You’re abandoning a sure thing for a maybe. But, like you said, it’s your company. Who knows, maybe you’re right.

[Cami] Tommy. You know, my friends won’t call me back. I guess they don’t want a rich widow around their husbands. I don’t know.

[Tommy] Well, they weren’t your friends to begin with then.

[Cami] I was at lunch today… and a man, very handsome… he touched my face. He touched it like… [exhales sharply] I just don’t have anybody else that I can talk to about it.

[Tommy] Hey.

[Cami sighs]

[Tommy] Why don’t you let me sell this thing for you. Get yourself a big house on the beach. Hire some cabana boys to rub coconut oil on you.

[Cami] I don’t want cabana boys. I want success. Get that for me.

[Tommy] I’m trying.

[quiet, dramatic music]

[Tommy] Hey, Monica. Where’d everybody go?

[Monica] Downstairs.

[Tommy] Okay. Thank you, honey.

[elevator dings]

[Tommy] See y’all at the FBO. I got another meeting.

[Charlie] All right.

[Tommy] Hey. You okay?

[Rebecca] Fine. Meet you at the FBO.

♪♪♪

[Tommy] All right. [quietly] I don’t know what’s in the water these fucking women are drinking. I’m scared to go home tonight.

---

♪ If you’re gonna be dumb, you better be tough ♪

♪ Don’t come crying, trying to make it back up ♪

♪ If you’re gonna lay down with the junkyard dogs ♪

♪ Better be ready for a girl done wrong ♪

♪ Talking sugar in your Chevy, four flat tires ♪

♪ Six-string Tele, set it on fire ♪

♪ Guess your daddy never told you when you were growing up ♪

♪ If you’re gonna be dumb… ♪

[Tommy] I’m just gonna tell him he’s got a ten percent chance of ever seeing his money again. Maybe the son of a bitch will back off.

[Nathan] Tommy, she was pretty clear it’s what she wants.

[Tommy] She can want all she wants to, Nate, but it’ll kill the company. I got to do what’s best for the company, which is what’s best for her.

[Tommy] I don’t disagree, but–

[doorbell ringing]

[Tommy] Hang on.

[Tommy] Can I help you?

[Cheyenne] You’re not T.L.

[Tommy] I am not.

[Cheyenne] He has more hair.

[Tommy] Correct.

[Cheyenne] Is he here?

[Tommy] Can I ask what this is referring?

[Cheyenne] I’m his physical therapist.

[Tommy] Right.

[Tommy] Nate?

[Tommy] Yes?

[Tommy] Listen, go with me on this physical therapist. Don’t ask too many questions, okay?

[Tommy] [sighs] Down the hall, past the kitchen, on the left.

[Cheyenne] Oh, y’all got a pool here.

[Tommy] Y-Yes, correct, but it’s not for public use, j-just ours.

[Tommy] I’ll-I’ll explain it to you later when I can talk, okay?

[Tommy] I don’t want to know.

[Tommy] No. Hey–

[Cheyenne] You’re not T.L.

[Dale] I can be. I could be! Wait!

[Cheyenne] T.L.?

[T.L.] Who are you?

[Cheyenne] I’m your physical therapist.

[T.L.] [scoffs] On what fucking planet are you my physical therapist?

[Cheyenne] On this one, right now, today. Hey, I saw you got a pool. Ever done aqua-therapy?

[T.L.] What’s that?

[Cheyenne] Just watched a video on it. You lay back, I’ll cradle you in my arms, sway you back and forth. You just kind of float. Releases the pressure in your joints, your back. What do you say?

[T.L.] Just to be clear, you’re asking if I’d like to be held in the water by you while you sway back and forth?

[Cheyenne] That’s what I’m asking.

[T.L.] I ain’t got a bathing suit.

[Cheyenne] Undies is fine. That’s what I’ll be wearing.

[Dale] I, uh, I– My back. The disc. Uh, slipped. Ma’am?

[Cheyenne] Oh, no.

[Dale] I didn’t get your name!

[door closes]

[T.L.] [sighs] Get your own therapist, pal.

---

♪ quiet, dramatic music ♪

[Tommy] All right. This’ll only take me about ten minutes.

Right this way, Mr. Norris.

[Tommy] Yep.

[knock on door]

Mr. Norris.

[Gallino] Send him in. Tommy. What a surprise.

[Tommy] It’s not that much of a surprise. Everybody seemed to be pretty ready for me when I show up.

[Gallino] Security notified us when your driver dropped you off.

[Tommy] Oh.

[Gallino] Oh, you don’t have security cameras in your places of business?

[Tommy] We got ’em all over the place.

[Gallino] Well, I would think so.

[Tommy] Yeah.

[Gallino] How can I help you?

[Tommy] This offshore rig has a ten percent success rate.

[Gallino] I thought there was a certainty that gas exists there.

[Tommy] It is. It’s a ten percent chance we find it.

[Gallino] Those are not good odds.

[Tommy] Pretty shitty.

[Gallino] You canceling the drill?

[Tommy] Nothing would please me more, but Cami wants to see it through.

[Gallino] Well, that sounds like an emotional decision.

[Tommy] It is, and I’m hoping you’ll make a practical one and cease funding.

[Gallino] We signed a deal.

[Tommy] I know, but I’m giving you permission to cancel it.

[Gallino] I didn’t sign the deal with you, Tommy.

[Tommy] You’re gonna lose every penny of your investment in this venture.

[Gallino] Well, unless it works.

[Tommy] Ninety percent chance it won’t.

[Gallino] But if it does…

[Tommy] It won’t.

[Gallino] But if it does…

[Tommy] Why are we playing this fucking game? I’m telling you it won’t work. I know you guys are rich, and you think losing money and product is just part of business, but $400 million dollars? Are you shitting me? Is your boss so rich he just don’t give a fuck?

[Gallino] I gave her my word, Tommy.

[Tommy] Oh, for fuck’s sake.

[Gallino] I just didn’t loan her the money, I invested in her company. The royalty payments off the leases alone will generate over $300 million dollars a year. I can shut down this entire business and pay myself back in three years.

[Tommy] She secured the loan with royalties?

[Gallino] Yes, of course.

[Tommy] Well, if the well’s dry, it’s gonna clean her out.

[Gallino] Well, I wouldn’t say it cleans her out. She has $280 million dollars in assets in a trust. Does it kill the company? Absolutely, but you and I know that that company died when her husband died. The way he played only works while he’s playing. But the music has stopped, and he didn’t leave a chair for her. And to be honest, the best thing is, the well is dry, it’s over quick. She sells the pieces, but she retires a very, very wealthy woman.

[Tommy] Not as wealthy as you.

[Gallino] No, but that’s what $400 million dollars buys you. And if you were in my position, would you do different?

[Tommy] Nothing. I’d do it the same.

[Gallino] You got to admire her, though. She has no plan. She just wants to will gas out of that well.

[Tommy] It’s called “wildcatting.” Drilling on a hunch. Dreaming it out of the ground. Her husband was the best, but she ain’t her husband.

[Gallino] Well, I guess we’ll find out.

---

[dramatic music]

[Tommy] I have never heard anybody make ten percent sound like a better deal than your ass just did.

[Rebecca] Thank you!

[Charlie] I just told her the truth.

[Tommy] Uh-huh.

[Tommy] I’m mad too, honey, but goddamn. Did you ever think about doing yoga or meditating or some shit? You know, get your heart rate down a little bit? I know what he did to make me mad, but what the hell did he do to make you so mad?

[Rebecca] I had it coming.

[Tommy] Well, if you had it coming, then why are you sitting here in the corner sulking?

[Rebecca] I’m not sulking.

[Tommy] That’s the definition of it. If I looked it up in the dictionary, there’d be a picture of you sitting back in the corner of a jet airplane with your ass cheeks squeezed so tight, you could crack fucking walnuts.

[Rebecca] I’m sulking because what he said is true. And it hurt.

[Tommy] Truth has a funny way of doing that, don’t it?

---

[gentle music]

[door opens]

[Lamont] Hey, you said you’d be late, so I picked up some barbecue from Brantley Creek.

[Margaret] I have had some strange days, I will tell you. But this one… whew.

[Lamont] Hey, turn around. [exclaims] What in the…

[Margaret] [chuckles] The volunteers did a makeover day, thing, experiment out of me.

[Lamont] Have ’em do it again tomorrow.

[Margaret] Really?

[Lamont] Tomorrow.

[Margaret] You like it?

[Lamont] [scoffs] Do I like it? I love it.

[Margaret laughs]

---

[quiet, dramatic music]

[country music playing faintly]

[Ainsley] Hi, Daddy.

[Tommy] Hey, baby. How was your day?

[Ainsley] Magnificent. How was your day?

[Tommy] Kick in the balls.

[Ainsley] Aw. I’m sorry.

[Tommy] What’s with all the ball caps?

[Nathan] Tonight’s dinner theme is baseball.

[Tommy] Are we having peanuts?

[Angela] Hot dogs. I didn’t have time to get to the store, baby. I’m sorry.

[Tommy] This might be a dinner I can get through, actually get through. Where’s Pop?

[Nathan] The pool.

[Tommy] Again? And y’all just left his ass out there?

[gentle music]

[door closes]

♪♪♪

[Tommy] Well, he definitely ain’t drowning.

[Nathan] They’ve been in there for hours.

[Angela] Can you ask T.L. if his hooker’s staying for supper?

[Tommy] She ain’t a hooker, honey. She’s a physical therapist.

[Angela] Honey, her license plate says “HOT LIPPS.”

[Tommy] Well, she’s also a-a physical therapist.

[Angela] I don’t care. I’m happy for him. I just want to know how many hot dogs to make.

[Tommy] What is this?

[Angela] Return on your investment. Don’t you businessmen like that?

[Tommy] We like it very much. How much did you win?

[Angela] Hundred on the roulette wheel, but the craps table, that’s where it really started going my way.

[Tommy] Hey, baby. Did you happen to count how much money your mama made here?

[Ainsley] $317,622. And 68 cents.

[Tommy] How the hell do you win 68 cents?

[Ainsley] Nickel slots. It was me.

[Tommy] Good job, baby. So, you got any plans for this money?

[Angela] I mean, the question is, do you have any plans for this money? Hmm?

[Tommy] Oh, I can think of some plans.

[Angela] Well, I’m all ears.

[Tommy] When I look at you, I don’t see ears, baby. I didn’t even know you had any.

[Angela laughs]

[kissing]

[Ainsley] It’s gonna be a minute before we get our hot dogs.

[Dale] Sounds like someone’s getting a hot dog right now.

[Nathan] Dale!

[Dale] Inappropriate. Wrong thing to say in front of a child.

[Ainsley] It’s okay.

[“The Last Loving Words” by Colter Wall playing]

♪ It’s a long way round the Llano Estacado ♪

♪ We turned ’em north towards Colorado ♪

♪ Crossed the wide… ♪

[Cheyenne] Back feel better?

[T.L.] Everything feels better. Knees, hips. Everything.

[Cheyenne] Good.

[T.L.] Got a boyfriend, Cheyenne?

[Cheyenne] No. My, uh, other job has instilled a number of trust issues in me when it comes to men.

[T.L.] I’m sorry to hear that.

[Cheyenne] Comes with the territory.

[T.L.] Maybe you need new territory.

[Cheyenne] Whatever I need, I’ll get it for myself.

♪ So long, my friend ♪

♪ I fear that New Mexico… ♪

[T.L.] How long do these therapy sessions last?

[Cheyenne] I haven’t given it much thought. Are you bored?

[T.L.] Far from it. You?

[Cheyenne] T.L., I can do this all day.

[T.L.] You have been, darling.

[both laughing]

♪ The trails have been all but paved over ♪

♪ So, too, has the time of the drover ♪

♪ But cowmen remember that night in… ♪

[gentle music]

♪♪♪