After enduring almost a quarter of a century in the confines of a jail cell, Dwight Manfredi, the once-feared gang leader, emerged with his hair turned silver, a taste of freedom finally on his lips. Scarred by a shanking incident within the prison walls, he had relied on poetry to soothe the long, lonely hours. Despite relentless pressures, he remained silent, never betraying his organization's secrets. His loyalty, unwavering, now hoped to pave the way for his reunion with old acquaintances and friends.
To his surprise, he was not ushered into the familiar city hideout, but instead led to a secluded house on Long Island. As he entered the room, familiar faces greeted him warmly. His brother Pete, now the patriarch of the family, sat in a wheelchair, while his son Vince took the reins as the next in command. Among the other notable men stood Chickie and Glen.
The initial conversation was rocky, but in hindsight, it marked the beginning of Dwight's realization that he had been left behind. He was abruptly "dispatched" to Tulsa, Oklahoma, a distant land in the West, far removed from the hustle and bustle of New York. The chain of command had shifted, and Dwight no longer held a place in the new hierarchy. He erupted in anger towards Chickie, narrowly escaping a bullet from the henchmen, but ultimately acquiescing to his fate.
In Tulsa, Tyson, a cab driver, picked him up from the airport. Their conversation was strange, as Dwight experienced the modern world for the first time. His ignorance was evident, unaware of smartphones and the internet, and taken aback by being labeled a "gangster," a term he found outdated. Tyson, annoyed by Dwight's perceived arrogance, stopped at a marijuana dispensary, sensing an opportunity.
The area was untouched by gang influence, and with the aid of his familial connections, Dwight envisioned making limitless profits and establishing his dominance. He entered the dispensary, knocked the guard Fred unconscious, and met with Bohdi, the establishment's owner. Upon inspecting the books, Dwight discovered a substantial cash flow, but was dismayed to find that Bohdi had stored all the money in a locker in his office, a move he deemed amateurish.
Dwight brokered a deal with Bohdi, offering "protection" from rival gangs, competitors, and even the police. He set his commission at a hefty 20% of the profits and promptly collected his share. He instructed Tyson to procure a button-down shirt and a sleek black Lincoln Navigator, and to meet him the following day. Tyson dropped Dwight off at the Western Plains hotel and took on the role of his chauffeur. As Dwight inhaled the fresh air and took in the openness of the landscape, he felt a sense of contentment, glad to have embarked on this new journey.
On an evening jaunt, he summoned a cab, destination set for the nearby Bred 2 Buck saloon. Inside, Dwight engaged in captivating conversations with his cowboy compatriots and left a favorable impression on the saloon's owner, Mitch, who curiously didn't recognize him this time. The following day, Tyson appeared, empty-handed, lamenting that the dealer refused to sell him the car due to his racial bias. Unable to stomach such injustice, Dwight raced to the dealership, determined to set things straight. He emerged victorious, Navigator in hand, and accompanied Tyson on a shopping spree.
At the store, Bohdi introduced Dwight to Jimmy, the proprietor of the farm that supplied their weed. Bohdi frowned upon the hotel Dwight had chosen, urging him to opt for The Mayo, the city's most prestigious abode. On his second night at the saloon, Mitch finally made his way to Dwight, recognizing him as a fellow ex-convict. Mitch, who had spent eight years in prison, ran the bar alongside his father. Their conversation was abruptly cut short by a girl inquiring if Dwight was a celebrity. When he politely declined a photo, another woman approached him, sparking a flirtatious encounter. Dwight chivalrously escorted the girls to a strip club, even intervening when a sleazy patron overstepped his bounds with one of them.
Stacy, the woman who had confronted Dwight earlier, was thoroughly impressed, her intoxication adding to her allure. When Dwight inquired about her whereabouts during the assassination of President Kennedy, she realized he was a septuagenarian. Stunned, she hastily gathered her things and fled, preferring to distance herself from such an association. Despite the tragic losses he'd suffered with his wife and daughter, Marie and Tina, Dwight was intent on rebuilding his life in this city. Little did he know, however, that he would soon come face-to-face with his nemesis: the ATF squad, led by Armand Truisi. Stacy, a member of that squad, fidgeted uncomfortably in her seat as they discussed trailing Dwight the following day in a clandestine meeting.
