Paramount+ original show Landman premiered November 17th, 2024.
#Landman has been renewed for a second season.
rottentomatoes: 78%
metacritic: 60
imdb: 8.2
golden globes: 1 nomination
Tommy Norris
Tommy Norris works for M-TEX Oil in Midland, Texas.
Best Performance by an Actor In A Television Series – Drama
1 nomination: 2025
“I need to go to the bathroom. Tengo que ir al bano. Listen, I got to piss, okay? You wat me to piss my fucking pants? I’m about to piss my fucking pants, all right? Fuck me. We have the rights. You own the surface, which your purchased from Daniel Piersall, and Daniel Pirseall’s father sold the mineral rights in 1993 to the Permian Basin Trust, who subcontracted the rights to Meridian Oil, which was bought by Conoco Phillips, and sold to M-TEX Oil, who only recently discovered the rights. Well, wish in one hand, shit in the other, see which one fills up first. Well, first they’ll hire Halliburton to build files on you fucking assholes that the FBI only dreams about having. Then they’ll send 30 Tier 1 operators from Triple Canopy, and they’ll bust you like a fucking pinata. And if any of you dipshits do make it back to Mexico, they’ll blow your fucking house up with a drone. With your family in it. It costs six million to put in a new well. They’re putting in 800 right fucking here. That’s 4.8 billion in pumpjacks. They’ll put in another billion on water and housing and trucking. At $78 a barrel, that’s 6.4 million a day. For the next 50 fucking years. So, yeah, the oil company’s coming. They sent me to negotiate a surface lease. And we’ll build you a nice all-weather road that leads to our oil wells and to the highway. And a few others, if you need them.” — Tommy Norris
“Hey, here’s the deal and it’s the only deal: you don’t fuck with our product, we don’t fuck with yours. Because if you do, we’ll put in a DEA substation right across the fucking street. We got a deal? Surface lease agreement’s in there. Signature pages are marked. Now, we’ll need an address for the surface lease payment and the damage reimbursements. Yeah. We’ll pay you for the damage to the land we built your roads on and the pads for our pumpjacks. Yeah, we pay you. Same as yours. You sell a product that your customers are dependent on. It’s the same. Ours is just bigger.” — Tommy Norris
“Oil and Gas Industry makes $3 billion dollars a day in pure profit. Generates over $4.3 trillion dollars a year in revenue. It is the seventh largest industry in the world, ranked ahead of food production, automobile production, coal mining, and at 1.4 trillion, the pharmaceutical industry doesn’t even crack the top ten. The industries listed ahead of oil and gas are completely dependent on oil and gas. The more they grow, the more we grow. That’s the scale. That’s the size of this thing. And it’s only getting bigger. This fucking job. But before any of that money is made, you gotta get the lease. You gotta secure the rights and lock up the surface. Then babysit the owners, babysit the crews. Then manage the police and the press when the babies refuse to be sat. That’s my job. Secure the lease, then manage the people. First part’s pretty simple. It’s the second part that can get you killed.” — Tommy Norris
“All right, Monday, let’s see what you got. How was the night? It’s gonna be 95 today. I’d say that’s Easter enough, wouldn’t you? Goddamn it, Dale. How many times am I gonna have to tell you to pour the beans in a fucking bowl. You burn up a microwave a week putting them fucking cans in there. No, they don’t. They taste exactly the fucking same. You see a cowboy in this room, you point him out. Yeah. Yes, sir. Hello? What? How-how far? Just send me a pin. I’m on the way. All right. You’re gonna have to depose me tomorrow. Well, it’s gonna have to be tomorrow, ’cause I think I found our plane.” — Tommy Norris
“Yeah, ask ’em why they’re doing maintenance in May, Kate. No, they’re not. They’re gonna cut production, honey. They’re gonna take oil to a hundred. Who the hell is your shitty source, anyway? Well, look at the brain on Kate. You keep listening to your insiders. You may figure this game out. What in the fucking hell? Call Nate. Yeah, it looks like it. In about a thousand pieces out here on the road we built by the Pyote field. Hey, let me call you back. Yeah, somebody should. Quite a mess. Can I leave my truck here? Yeah, six weeks ago. Well, if you were the fucking airplane police, I would have, Walt, but since you’re not, I called the airplane police. It’s their job to call you, not mine. Well, I don’t know what to tell you. That’s the federal government for you. What’s all this? Cocaine? Where’s the pilot? That’s a TTP truck. What the fuck’s it doing on our road? Trucks and excavators and all kinds of shit go missing every day. And then a couple months later, they find their way back. If I reported everything that was stolen around here, the whole fucking Permian Basin would be a crime scene. Goddamn it.” — Tommy Norris
“I got 4,200 barrels of oil I got to move out of here every day. I’m gonna need some love on this deal, Walt. The kind that backdates a police report. The FAA was aware. They dropped the ball. Just use the date that I gave them, and match it, that’s all. Okay, in today’s report, just note that FAA was notified last month. Can you do that? It’s the fucking truth, Walt. All right, in all caps, please. Hey, I’m gonna need a road crew out here. I’m gonna drop you a pin. Need a half a mile detour around an incident site. Hey, Walt, can we build a road around on that side over there, so we can elbow around this shit? Yeah. Okay, well, how about that side over there? Is there any dead bodies and dope over there? Well, how about we fucking go look then? Shit. Well, I don’t see any dead drug dealers over here. Not any dead guys here, not any dope– fuck. Walt? There’s a dead son of a bitch over here. Hey, I’m back. Listen, we’re gonna need enough caliche for about a mile to get us around this fucking mess. So I want you to start right now and don’t stop till you’re done. Run ’em all night. All right. Shit, you wouldn’t want to have my job any week, Walt.” — Tommy Norris
“Call Monty Miller. Great. Well, it looks like it’s gonna be Monday all day today. It can’t be Friday. I just got here yesterday. Well, I’m going down the highway at 80 miles an hour. If I looked at you, I’d probably die. That was a pretty big truck, wasn’t it? Okay, it’s Friday. Ainsley? You just told me my weekend is Wednesday and Thursday. Honey, she’s 17 fucking years old. Goddamn it. Hold on, I’m pulling over. Okay, I see your point. To Odessa? Are you shittin’ me? Have her go to Meacham. I’ll put her on the flight with the engineers. You changed your hair color. Well, I always preferred your natural color, to tell you the truth. Victor. Uh, what time are y’all leaving for Cabo? Well, how come you’d be dressed that way at 8:00 in the morning, then? Uh, yeah, I do. And so do you. Yes, I do like it. You don’t have to show me to know, honey. I already know. Uh, it’s his first day. First days ain’t easy. Wasn’t my idea. Well, you’re half of the tree, in case you forgot, darlin’. Anyway, just get her at the airport there by 3:00, all right? Or fucking’ hang up on me, either way.” — Tommy Norris
“That’s a tricky one to answer. Well, they’re gonna hit you from three directions. The insurance company, victim’s families and TTP. Well, they won’t file here, they’ll file in Houston. First one to hire Shepherd-Hastings wins. Clay Chandler is an assassin. You want me to call him? This is the patch, Monty. An airplane full of drugs being run over by an oil tanker ain’t news, that’s just another Monday. It’s Monday to me.” — Tommy Norris
“I’m in the middle of mine. How come you ain’t got a lunch menu? Truer word, Ellie. Dinner. I don’t see why not. It’s Friday for somebody. Thanks. Ah, already did. If Ultra’s okay with you. Yeah, well, two million team ropers can’t be wrong. I didn’t burn up anything. The fire burned it. And spread by 50-mile-an-hour winds. It’s got ‘act of God’ written all over it if it hadn’t been for that wind, that thing don’t spread past 50 meters. Just arguing now, honey. Listen, if we pay for surface damages, we’re admitting fault. Well, so are you. It started on your client’s land. And they got a fire crew over there. They didn’t stop it, they didn’t even try. ‘Cause that’s worth the paper it’s printed on? Okay, how about this: I pay you $300,000, but it’s for a solar lease.” — Tommy Norris
“We don’t sell solar panels, we’re a fucking oil company. But I can justify payment on solar rights or wind. I don’t give a shit. Make it six months. I just don’t want to have to pay you damages. I don’t see why you couldn’t. That’s easier than selling pussy at a men’s prison. To who, the pussy or the prisoners? Well, you see, we’re not in business together. We lease your mineral rights, and in exchange for that, we pay you $2 and a half million dollars a year. And maintain your roads and dig your stock tanks. So, don’t delude yourself into thinking you’re a rancher. You’re an oilman who spends the money we give you on cattle. If it hadn’t been for us, your family would have lost that ranch in the ’50s. So, you just say ‘thank you,’ take the $300,000 for the grass, and then I keep sending you $200,000 checks every month. But don’t you dare pretend that I offend you. You smile and say, ‘I’ll take it.’ I guess not. It takes a check to make you do that, don’t it? You might want to think that through. ‘Cause if I’m gone, that means the oil’s gone, and if the oil’s gone, that means the money’s gone, and that means you’re gone. I guess I’m eating alone now.” — Tommy Norris
“Baby! You get prettier every day, little angel. You didn’t drink them out of those little Tito’s bottles, did you? Well, they have the practice. Your mother didn’t say anything about the boyfriend coming. I don’t know what that means. Yeah, good to meet you. Dakota? What’s your last name? ‘Dakota Loving.’ You can’t make that shit up. Let’s go.” — Tommy Norris
“So what would you kids like to do tonight? No, I don’t. This one’s mine. Is that so? Did you pick a school yet? Little far from Tech, isn’t it? You know Coach Saban retired, right? You know, maybe we should go to this game. That son of a bitch is a celebrity. You’re not gonna die. Are you two having sex? Well, I had to ask. And that’s what I get for asking. Are you being careful? I’m gonna regret asking you this, but what is this rule? I’m gonna get a Dr. Pepper. You want anything? Can ?I get a Dr. Pepper? You got any bourbon back there? Never mind. You could say that. Oh, that’s real sweet of you, honey, but I think I’m gonna pass on that. How much do I owe you? Four? There you go. And keep that for yourself.” — Tommy Norris
“Hello. How’d he do? Well, nobody’s asking you. Nobody’s asking me, either. Like father like son, if you know what I mean. That’s why I put him with you, to keep him out of trouble. All right. I’ll talk to you later. Are you shitting me? This pretty son of a bitch with his giant hand on my daughter’s ass? What? No, I’m talking about that guy grabbing my daughter’s ass in front of the whole world. You’ve gotta be shitting me.” — Tommy Norris
Angela Norris
“Actually, it won’t be Monday once today, Tommy. It’s Friday. March first, you switched to a Friday through Tuesday. If you would look at me, you would see the calendar. If you looked at me, we’d still be married. You have Ainsley. Yeah, it’s your weekend. Yours is, but the rest of the world takes Saturday and Sunday off. That world includes me and your daughter. Victor and I are going to Cabo and I can’t leave Ainsley alone in this house. Have you seen her new boyfriend? Look at this kid. I mean she could get pregnant from the fucking photograph. Do you trust her driving to you? Yeah. Okay… yeah, the redhead experiment is over. Baby, you’ve never seen my natural color. So what time are you and Vernon going to– Victor. Not till tonight. You think this is dressed up? Do you like it? You see, one of life’s great pleasures is showing you what you’re missing. How’s our baby? Another Norris in the oil patch. What a waste. Apple doesn’t fall far, does it?”
Ainsley Norris
“Daddy! Hi! Daddy, of course not. Your engineers did that. I want you to meet my boyfriend. ‘Cause you know Mommy. The less she knows the better. She’s such a helicopter parent. Just hovering and hovering and hovering, always. Daddy, meet Dakota. So windy.”
“Well, do you have a car we could borrow? What about this one? Okay. Yeah, Dakota’s a football fanatic. Oh, sorry, baby. Phenom. He’s a phenom. You know, he made ESPN’s top 50. Mm-hmm. Well, I applied to Alabama as soon as Dakota accepted their offer. It’s just a tough school to get into. What? Did he retire? Did you talk to him? Yeah, let’s go to the game.”
“If I don’t get into Alabama, I’m gonna die, Daddy. I swear to God, I’m gonna die. I’ll die. Daddy. Of course. We have a rule and we stick to it. As long as he never comes in me, he can come anywhere on me. No. Thanks for being so cool, Daddy. I could never tell Mama these kind of things.”
Monty Miller
“It’s because there ain’t any water north of I-20. What county? Shit, they been sucking that oil for a hundred years. Frack the ones that are going dry and get the hell out. Besides, what are you gonna do with three wells? Should’ve bought the basin after Covid hit. We were buying 100 sections for five cents on the dollar. That ain’t big, that’s smart. There ain’t no new oil to be found in that rocky red dirt. Shit. This ain’t gonna be good. Give me a second, boys. Hey, let me get somewhere quiet. All right, how bad? Is it something you and Nate can handle? All right, well, I’ll handle TTP. Who’s the best litigation firm in Midland? Who do you like over there? No, I’ll call him, you just keep this shit out of the news. Yeah, well, it ain’t Monday, Tommy.”
Cooper Norris
“Come on. Cooper. Uh… I’ll take, uh… yeah, actually some milk. Can I have a latte? What? What? I– I just ordered– sorry. I– I just don’t like the way it tastes.”
“I don’t see it! I don’t see any valve! Oh, fuck. I don’t see the valve! No! No gauge! Oh, what the fuck? So I can come down? Oh, shit. Whoa! Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Yeah. Uh-huh. Okay. Okay. Three points of contact. Okay, okay. Okay. Sh-Shit. So the gauge was down here the whole time? Wait a minute, were you guys fuckin’ with me?”
“I-I don’t know. I’ll probably just drive back to town. Thank you.”
The Rig
“You baby Norris? Nah. I think baby’s better. Get in. What the fuck?! A what? You just order a fucking latte? We don’t have time to wait for a fucking latte. Why the fuck do you nee da latte, bro? What is wrong with you? He’s asking her to make the most complicated shit, man. We got to get to work. ‘Sorry.’ You want to ask for a continental breakfast? What the fuck is your problem? Oh, here we go. Here it comes. The white kid ordered a latte! Great job, man. First day. Unreal. This is for you, darling. Hey, if you’re gonna work the patch you got to learn how to drink it black, ’cause everything we do is on the fucking go. Ain’t about the taste, son, it’s about the fuel. Six hours from now when you need a jolt, you can’t drink that curdled milk. Be throwing up all over my truck. You don’t want to throw up on his truck. In fact, give me that. Yeah, give that shit– your father said to make you into a roughneck. May as well start now.”
“What’s he supposed to be checking. Tucker valve. What the fuck is a Tucker valve? First day on the job. Motherfucker, I can’t have Tommy Norris’s son dying on my pad– get him down from there. All right, I’ll do it right now. You got to go right up at the top! Like that? You got to go higher! Higher! I remember when you did this shit to me. Almost shit my pants. You did shit your pants. Higher! No? You don’t see the gauge? Oh, you know what? Never mind, it’s down here. What, are you gonna stay up there all day? Get your ass down here! Oh, shit. Nah– this kid is gonna fuckin’ die. Hey, kid! Take your time! Go, go, go, go, go. Shit. He’s stuck. He’s gonna be fine. Hey. Why you so scared, man? You got a harness on. You’re wired, all right? You good? Look at me. Get your feet set first. Come on. Then one hand, then the other. Three points of contact. Yeah, yeah, at all times. Okay? Let’s head down. Ain’t got all day. You’re good, man. Almost there. You good or what? What happened? Holy shit, bro. All right, let’s go. You dumbass. Come on. Let me see that hand. Okay, rinse it. There’s a first-aid kit in the field office. Wrap it.”
“Yes. First day, man. Gonna happen. Yeah. Hey, come on. Go on! Welcome to the patch. You did good, son. You did good.”
“He survived. Green, real green. But don’t say no, and he tries. I mean, that’s something. Waste of a college degree, if you ask me. No one knows better. I got a truckload of ‘father like son.’ I’ll do my best. Cooper. Cooper. This is your pod. Hey, uh, what you got going on for supper? You got food in there? Close the door.”
Tommy’s team
“H.R.– they stopped to ask for gang affiliations. So now I got this drilling crew that’s half Bloods, half Crips, who decided to have a gunfight in the fucking man camp last night. You can’t wear straw. It ain’t Easter yet. Tastes different in a bowl. Mm-mm, taste different. Well, shit, I guess cowboy culture is out the fucking window with you two, huh? When’s your hitch done? Today. Mm. Thank God. Be at the courthouse by 11:00. Not 11:30. 11:00. What? On your way where? It has to be today, Tommy. These sons of bitches are so far up my ass, they’re staring at the back of my tonsils. You guys lost a plane? How the fuck you lose a plane?”
“Is it our plane? Where is it? Should I call Fort Worth?”
Midland, Texas
“Three black coffees? Oh, you got another one in there. You want something, sugar? I can have that effect. Do you like black coffee, or a little bit of milk in there? An aristocrat. Don’t normally make lattes till the bankers wake up. That’ll be 27, sweetie.”
“…prices are up with the national average, reaching $3.86. News of maintenance work at both Valero and Tesoro refineries scheduled for May has sparked fears of a summer gasoline shortage. OPEC meets next week to discuss an increase in production. Although some insiders fear a cut in production…”
“You ain’t seen the mess yet. It’s your road. FAA says you reported this plane stolen. And you didn’t feel like you needed to report that to me? Well, they didn’t. One of 75 reasons you should have called me the second that plane went missing. Maybe heroin. Cooking in the cockpit. I got DEA and FAA sending Hazmat crews down here to pull him out. Stay upwind of that shit. It’ll kill you quicker than a bullet. Yep. He’s probably gonna ask you the same thing about that plane. Did you report it stolen to your insurance company? You know how this shit works.”
“Not on this road. Not for a while. What kind of love? For God sakes, Tommy. You know how many eyes are gonna be on this thing? The kind with a ‘G’ on their license plate. I ain’t backdating nothing. I’ll put it in my report. Over there? Over there where the dead body and the drugs are? No. Haven’t looked over there yet. Yo! Sir? Come tape this off. I wouldn’t want to have your job this week.”
“The way I got started in this, I was working in West Texas as a petroleum engineer and I decided that it was time to have a little adventure in life. And I answered this one particular advertisement to go to work for a company in Libya as a field petroleum engineer. My Arabic friends used to laugh at me because I would speak Arabic with a Texas accent. And it was hard for them to understand my Arabic, even though I was speaking the true words. Things were going along pretty well until 1967. There was the Arab/Israeli War. And we could certainly see that the Arab view of us expatriates was beginning to dim.”
“I will tell you what. I am about done with looking north of I-20. I sunk three wells last week. I didn’t even hit water. More than there is south of it. Stonewall. That’s where my mineral are. No, I don’t play that big. Yeah, go ahead, Monty.”
“Your day about to start or just end? All right, which you want? Breakfast, supper? Because there ain’t no such thing as lunch in the patch. All right. Can can you drink beer in the middle? All right, I’ll bring you a pitcher. Want to order a pitcher? Oh, a Michelob man, huh? We got to get paid on this fire deal, Tommy. You burned up 8,000 acres. We’re sitting on a $300,000 loss. Started by a faulty switch in your pump jack. Listen, M-TEX has been a good partner. That’s why we didn’t join that class action. But we suffered real damages and we need to be reimbursed. Boys, boys, boys. We eatin’ or just arguin’? All right. You are at fault. We’ll sign an NDA. Listen, we will not let you drill another well until this is handled.”
“Our client doesn’t want solar on the ranch. What time period you talking about? I think I can make that fly. I find that offensive, sir. I find it difficult to do business with people that offend me. Very good offer. I recommend you take it. I’ll take it, but I ain’t smiling. I can’t wait for the day when you and everyone like you leaves this place. We’ll write it up, get it to you next week. Now are we eating? Oh, baby. What can I get you?”
“Mr. Norris. Pleasure, sir. Loving, sir. We could watch the spring game. Well, not a fanatic, honey. A phenom. Uh, Alabama. Uh, but I, you know, I talked to Coach Saban, told him how much I wanted her there. I play better when she’s watching me. Uh… no. No. That’s rumors. Yeah, yeah. He–“
“Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Hike! Yes. Sir? Rough day? I got some pot gummies if you want. No charge. That’ll be four, please. Appreciate it. What did you just say? Are you talking about my ass? Oh, my gosh, that’s Dakota Loving.”
The Cartel
“What the–“
Jiminez
“You say you own this land. No. We own this land. We don’t want your oil here. Maybe I slice you from your huevos to your throat and hang you from a bridge. Huh? See if oil companies come then. So, they send you to tell us fuck off? He’s gonna build us a road. We got a deal. Damage? You pay me? Mm, strange business. No, I don’t think so. Yes. Vamonos.”
