Tulsa King is a gritty crime drama in Tulsa, Oklahoma. It tells a tale of a young detective chasing justice. He tackles baffling murders, determined to crack the case. With his team, he digs for truth and hunts down criminals. It’s thrilling, intense and sometimes a bit wild. You might just find yourself on the edge of your seat!

Meet the characters from Tulsa King

Stacy Beale

Stacy is the kind of sharp, no-nonsense presence who quietly runs rings around everyone and then smiles like it was all an accident — she’s clever, practical, and somehow always two steps ahead. She’s loyal in a weird, fiercely protective way, which makes her the person people turn to when things get messy (and they always get messy). Also, small but unimportant fact: she hoards novelty pens and will absolutely judge your handwriting, even if she says she won’t. Her vibe is efficient and warm-ish, and sometimes she tells these unexpectedly long, dramatic stories about her cat and you forget she could also ruin you in ten seconds.

Tyson

Tyson is the silent muscle with a surprising heart and, like, one of the most comforting presences — he doesn’t say much, but when he does it lands. He’s loyal to the bone and oddly fond of making tiny breakfasts for his crew (I know, right?), which is both wholesome and slightly terrifying. He’s fierce in a fight but also collects succulents? Don’t ask how this fits, it just does. There’s a subtle sadness to him that sneaks up on you, and you can tell he keeps promises like they’re physical things he can’t let go of.

Pete “The Rock” Invernizzi

Pete is loud, brash, and somehow both terrifying and a walking sitcom character — the nickname “The Rock” fits because he’s solid, immovable, and pebbly? He’s fiercely devoted to family (messy, violent family) and has a weird soft spot for crossword puzzles at 3 a.m. He’ll threaten you with a baseball bat and then offer you gum, which is the energy. Also, he collects model cars and loses his temper over very specific parking violations, so you get both menace and oddly specific hobbies.

Bodhi

Bodhi is pure unpredictable energy — young, cocky, a little too fast for his own good but somehow brilliant when it counts. He’s the kid who knows every slang word and also quotes something really obscure from a book you’ve never seen, which I love. He’s got a reckless streak but also rescues injured birds on the side, which makes no sense and makes him complicated in the best way. He’s someone you want on your side for a crazy plan and also someone you should probably keep an eye on, because surprise plot twists follow him like confetti.

Dwight “The General” Manfredi

Dwight is the weathered, old-school capo who gets transported into a new world and handles it with the weird combination of blunt force and surprising tenderness that makes him magnetic. He’s pragmatic and methodical — like, he runs operations like an antique watchmaker — but he’s also secretly mushy about loyalty and small-town pizza, which I didn’t expect. He can be ruthless, yes, but in a way that feels strangely principled; also he keeps a garden? Or a bonsai? Maybe both, I’m fuzzy. He’s the kind of leader who’ll quote an Italian proverb and then lose at karaoke, and honestly that contrast is the whole point.

Mitch Keller

Mitch is the straight-arrow cop with an oddly dry sense of humor and a stubborn commitment to procedure — and yet somehow he bends the rules when it matters, because of course he does. He’s methodical, observant, and has a million little quirks like memorizing license plate numbers and making terrible coffee for the team. He acts like order is his religion but will absolutely break a rule if someone he cares about needs help, which makes him both frustrating and lovable. Also: terrible dancer, somehow, even though he thinks he’s not.

Don Charles “Chickie” Invernizzi

Chickie is the old-school boss with silk suits and a temper that can rearrange faces, but he’s not a cartoon villain — he’s cultured, sentimental in weird ways, and fiercely protective of his empire. He runs things with a velvet glove over an iron fist, and he has these tiny, human habits like humming old tunes while making terrifying decisions. He’s ruthless when necessary, but he also keeps photos and remembers birthdays and maybe cries about his mother? I might be making that up, or maybe it’s exactly right; either way, he’s charismatic and dangerous in equal measure.