Previously on "Mayor of Kingstown".
Transferring to Kingstown County
for arraignment. Who's signing?
I'll sign. It is a giant mess,
but we are trying to clean it up.
It's your brother's mess.
Every decision in this place is the lesser of two evils.
I had a hundred guys swear that they'd die for me
and swear to kill, but you didn't even swear it.
You just did it.
You killed them for me.
I did it because they deserved it.
You got the wrong cell, cuz.
Everything you have, I gave you.
And now I'm taking it all back.
Do you wanna start a war?
They fuckin' broke their word, Mike.
Talk 'em down.
They hungry for this.
You comin'?
What do you want for dinner?
Uh, I don't care.
As long as you pair it with champagne.
- Champagne? - Mm-hmm.
We're celebrating.
What are we celebrating?
Chapter two of me.
That's the spirit.
You're not very good at this, are you?
You know, if we're gonna pretend,
you gotta play your part, honey.
Yes, dear.
Anything you say, dear.
That's better.
- So what do I when you're gone? - Anything you like.
- I need a purpose. - What kinda purpose?
The kind that keeps my mind busy.
All right, well,
start writin' chapter two.
- All right? - Okay.
- I'll be back later, okay? - Not too late, though, right?
Nope, won't be long.
The fuck?
Kinda shit is this?
County officials report an estimated
75 guards have been trapped in the facility.
We still have no information on how the riot started.
We know that the uprising...
You're fucking kidding me.
... began yesterday afternoon
and has continued to intensify throughout
the night and morning hours. We'll continue with updates...
Here we go, here we go, here we go.
We're outside of that prison waiting for answers
say that officials have told them
there's going to be as list coming out...
The whole world is ending and you don't answer the phone?
Look, have they said his name on the news?
- That's all I need to know. - No, they have not.
Okay, I'm gonna handle this, okay?
I got it. Not to worry.
The police are here. Oh my God.
Look, Mom, just don't tell them anything, okay?
Don't talk to them.
Don't even answer the door, Mom, okay?
Don't talk to them! You hear me?
Is this the residence of Lt. Kyle McLusky?
- Yes. - Is he here?
Don't tell them anything.
When is the last time you saw him?
Tell him you saw him this morning, okay?
You hear me? You saw him this morning.
Okay? You hear me?
Fuck me. You're kidding me.
I saw him this...
Yesterday before his shift.
And you haven't seen him since?
- Is that unusual? - Very.
Thank you, Miss.
Do you think he's at the prison?
There is a detective assigned to the case.
He'll contact you with information as he receives it.
He'll come home.
Michael... Michael.
Mom.
They have a detective assigned to the case.
And I want you to let the police do their work.
Do not go there.
The police don't have jurisdiction in the prison.
You know that better than anybody, okay?
I know that. If he dies...
We don't know anything yet. I'll figure it out, understand?
- Oh my God. - He's not gonna die, Mom, okay?
Just listen to me. He's fine.
- If he dies... - Just let me handle it.
I'll figure it out, okay? I'll call you back. Fuck!
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This is Ed. Leave a message.
This is Lt. Ferguson, Kingstown Police Department.
Please leave your name and number and I'll get back to you.
State Police wants to fold you into their unit.
I'm not taking commands from those fucking clowns.
This is not a want-to situation, Sergeant.
- State property. - Don't you fuckin' Sergeant me.
Those assholes serve warrants for fuckin' wire fraud.
They've never been shot at in their lives.
I got shot at yesterday.
So I run my team or my team sits in the bleachers
and watches this shit show from way the fuck over there.
I won't be the middle man in this.
All right, fuck it.
They're measuring dicks over there.
Surprise, surprise.
Hey, are you gonna let the grown ups handle this, Mike?
That's why I'm here.
Can I put my squad sergeant in touch with your tac commander,
so they can shore up a plan?
Be nice.
This is Sawyer. Oh, it's Hank, right?
Yeah, yeah, no, no. Listen, where are you?
Let's talk in person. Yeah, on my way.
- Let's go. - Robert, hey,
- I'm in a rush, bud. - Hang on one sec.
It's Kyle. He's in with Ian.
- What? Are you sure? - Yeah.
- They take any hostages? - 36 guards.
Fuck. And no mention of cops?
No cops. They'd mention that shit.
Yeah, they'd be singin' it, wouldn't they?
So look, the department knows, okay, it's only a matter
of time before the fucking inmates find out.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Kyle reach out?
- No. - Fuck, he would've reached out.
I know.
Can you get ahold of anyone inside?
It just goes right to voicemail.
That's why they're fucked.
Who's jammin' the cell signal?
Are you jammin' the fuckin' cell signal?
Hey, hey, hey, we don't want inmates
communicating with the outside world.
And what about the corrections officers
and two homicide detectives that they haven't caught
who can't call us with intel,
because you're jammin' their fucking phones?
You have two officers in the prison?
Yes.
How do you know they haven't been apprehended?
Because they aren't hangin' upside down
off the fuckin' walls.
Use your head, not the playbook.
Hey, listen up, think of all you can learn
if we start listening
to what people are saying!
Fuck! Well, after you.
Get cellular back online.
For fuck sake, I gotta fight beside these dipshits.
Towers are up, but don't call him, let him fuckin' call you.
- Yeah, I got it. - But you call the rest
of those fucks and you let 'em know
state has a green light and we're fuckin' comin'.
Yep. Got it.
Let's go, boys. Saddle up.
Come on, kid. Phone on silent.
Smart kid, have your phone on silent.
The last major riot in the United States
took place in the Lee Correctional Institute
in Bishopville, South Carolina.
But a United States prison has not been overrun since 1980.
That's when inmates took over the state penitentiary
in Santa Fe, New Mexico.
It was the deadliest riot in this nation's history
until today.
Kingstown Men's Prison is a medium security...
They're shooting at us! They're shooting at us!
Oh my God!
Jesus...
How do we know where the fuck we're going?
Fuck him, fuck him!
Get his pants.
Come on, come on. Come on.
Come on.
Oh shit, there's my phone. It's my phone.
Mike. It's Mike.
_
Robert. Robert. Got him.
This way, this way, this way.
Heads up, heads up.
I got someone inside with a cell.
- You got a number? - Yeah, yeah. Kyle McLusky.
Hang tight.
There he is.
- We got him. - Southeast corner.
- Can you tell what floor? - I'd need 3D schematics.
Ask him which room and which floor.
He says they're underneath it.
Listen up, ladies.
We have two police officers underneath the prison.
Just hang tight.
- We're sendin' in SWAT. - Yeah, yeah.
- We'll get him outta there. - Yeah.
My turn.
I need a favor.
What's the favor?
You Mike McLusky?
Yeah.
They won't talk to me. They want to talk to you.
- Okay. - Why?
I am an inmate advocate, that's why.
You're also a criminal informant.
Seems like a conflict of interest, if you ask me.
Well, yeah, like I said, I'm an advocate for inmates.
Somebody's already informed on them.
That's why they're in there. So I don't see a conflict.
Do you? Anyone?
You willing to speak on our behalf?
Yeah, yeah.
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will
be used against you in the court of law.
I'm being arrested?
When inmates start asking for a man to represent them
and that man isn't an attorney, well, we have to assume
that you work with criminals.
Which means we have to assume you are one.
And in the event that something is said that incriminates you,
I want it admissible in court.
You have the right to an attorney.
If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed to you.
Yes, I would like an attorney. Yeah.
Well, wish in one hand, shit in the other.
See which comes true first.
Do you understand these rights as I've explained them to you?
Yes. Yes, I do.
Please state that you understand.
Yes, fuck! I understand them. How about the fucking phone?
Over here.
No one on that wall does a thing without my say so.
Do you know who's on this? You don't know?
This is Mike.
Wild times.
Yeah, pretty poorly planned, Carlos.
Huh? You know how this ends.
Understand, Ese. I have no idea how this ends.
It don't feel like a riot.
- It feels like a revolution. - Well, it's not.
It's a riot.
Whatever it is,
everybody in here wants it played out.
Okay, let's play this out, Carlos.
Let me tell you how it ends.
It ends with 50 snipers on the wall
and the National fucking Guard in Humvees
drivin' right through the front fucking gate
and shootin' everything they see.
There's an army of 100 brothers in here
ready for what they send.
That's not an army, Carlos. It's a mob at best.
And armies don't shoot at news helicopters.
Call it what you want.
The prison is ours.
And we will defend it. They need to know that.
They know now, okay? Understood?
- You have demands? - Oh, we have demands.
Care to share?
First, watch the yard.
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.
Carlos,
you're playin' against the house here, okay?
And you keep pushing your chips in.
There's nothing they can do, Mike.
Most of us are in here for life.
This is no life, Ese.
No life at all.
The punishment is taking our time,
our freedom,
but they take more.
They take our dignity, our manhood.
The things that makes us people, that's what they took.
And now we're takin' it back.
This isn't him talking. This isn't Carlos.
- He's reading this shit. - Why is that important?
It means he's not the leader.
Carlos, who's runnin' this shit show?
And please don't tell me it's you 'cause it ain't.
You'll get to meet him, Mike.
That right? I can't wait.
He can't wait to meet you.
So we're gonna do some lunch, is that it?
Lunch it is. It's a uh, late lunch.
4:00 PM.
Okay, we'll meet at the Red Carriage.
We'll meet right here. In the yard.
And we'll tell you what we want.
Why don't you just tell me now?
I'll tell you in person.
What if they don't let me, Carlos?
Fuckin' do it.
Watch the monitor.
They're all coming for you.
Now, fuck you.
Fuck you!
Fuck you.
Fuck you!
No...
- God... - Dammit.
They'll let you.
Do you have any idea what they want?
Yeah, yeah. I got a pretty good idea.
Care to share your theory?
Payback.
Shh, shh, Kyle, breathe. Come on.
Come on, breathe, you got it buddy.
Breathe, breathe out.
That's it, that's it.
It's judgement day, motherfuckers.
Shh, shh, shh.
It's okay.
Some of you motherfuckers'll be coming with me.
Maybe.
But some of us aren't.
Got friendlies.
Robert. Robbie...
You gotta get us the fuck outta here.
You got it, brother, but we're gonna take it to 'em first,
- all right? - Just fuckin' cook them
- and get him outta here - Hey, hey, look at me.
Look at me.
If you don't face them, if you don't hit them
in the fuckin' mouth for this, you're gonna regret that
for the rest of your life. All right?
Let's go. Let's go. Come on.
Come on.
I'll say this.
When these fuckers clean a house, they clean a house.
Them fuckers even cleaned under the sofa.
Shit.
Yo, Stevie.
Hello.
Hey, what's the street number here?
Uh, 1976.
Hey man, you gotta come and look at this.
Oh shit.
You gotta fuckin' come and look at this shit.
Acid.
Yep, check this out. Shell casings.
I thought this was a cookhouse?
Nah, man, this is something else.
I know who we can ask about it.
- Sinnoli? - Not her.
_
- Fuck. - Look at the time.
He was here when the shots fired call came in.
- Yep. - Is that going in the report?
As soon as the phone goes into evidence,
it all goes into evidence.
Oh, what the fuck you doin', man?
What are you talkin' about?
There's a beacon on your front, one on your back.
They emit a bright, green strobe
that we can see through our night vision.
All right, well, that's great, except it's not dark.
- When's he going over? - In an hour.
It's gotta be dark.
We don't control the timeline here.
Kingstown PD has a SWAT unit inside the prison, sir.
- They what? - Oh, fuck.
Motherfuck.
We have jurisdiction.
You had jurisdiction till you lost the prison
and lost your jurisdiction with it.
- This is state land. - Leased from the city.
Speaking of state jurisdiction,
here comes the state police. Look at that.
The Bureau of Prisons wants corrections officers to lead.
With all due respect,
your team has no experience with assailants who shoot back.
State police has the scene until the National Guard is in place.
- National Guard? - You're not negotiating?
We are in active negotiations,
but we're preparing for the worst.
They're gonna take it back.
Do you know what every inmate in every prison with cable
is watching right now?
This fucking bullshit.
It is the governor's call and the governor says,
not on my fucking watch.
Shut it down, so yeah, you're God damn right.
We're takin' it back.
Can you get your fucking SWAT team out of my prison?
I have two detectives trapped in there.
They are navigating their escape.
They need to navigate faster.
Fuck.
So what, you ready?
As I'll ever be.
This is what they get if they fuck this up.
Gotta make sure they understand that.
Yeah.
National Guard has the wall.
Let's get out of this shithole.
Hey, asshole.
This is fucking crazy, this is fucking crazy.
Listen to me, you wanna go back by ourselves?
Huh? Come on. Come on, come on.
We're almost home free. Let's go, let's go.
Come on, come on.
Hard to believe we built this for men.
Hard to believe there are men we had to build it for.
Well, there are.
And it appears a negotiator is now entering the prison.
Oh my God.
That's Michael.
That's Michael. God damn him.
God damn, god dammit.
Mike. Mikey.
You gotta get us out of here, man.
Workin' on it.
No matter what happens,
them motherfuckers never leavin' this place, cuz.
Never.
- Long time. - Yeah.
- Thought you got out. - I did.
They sent me back.
Won't ever leave now.
Why don't we go somewhere we can talk?
- Where is he going? - I'm not sure.
Through the crowd.
I lost visual. You still got him?
He's in and out.
Hey, what the fuck are you doin' up here?
What the fuck are you doing up here?
This is my post.
I've got a corrections officer on tower three.
Hey buddy, you're relieved.
Leave your weapon in place and proceed down from the tower
to the staging area in the parking lot.
- This is my post. - This fuckin' guy.
Hey asshole, it's not a request. It's a fucking order.
This is my post. I don't work for you.
Okay, give me your weapon. Head down the fucking stairs.
You can't tell me what to do.
Give me your weapon.
Do not fuck with me today.
You are going down the fucking stairs.
This is my post!
Fine. Stay there then.
- So you have demands? - Yeah, I got demands.
- What are they? - That they watch.
- They watch what? - What they made us into.
God fuckin'...
Come on, Paul, you were sent here for attempted murder.
This place didn't make you into anything,
you were already made.
I'm a criminal. I don't deny it.
So was that fool I shot.
He knew the game same as me.
But now, we just dogs they beat every time they feed us.
See half these fools think the beating's a part of the meal,
but not me. I know the difference.
They made a promise to us, Mike.
We kept our promise and we killed that motherfucker.
What did we ask for in return?
Feed us something fuckin' decent,
treat us like fuckin' men.
I ain't never gettin' out this motherfucker.
I'ma die in here, Mike.
Can't control that,
but you know what I can control?
I can control how I die.
And I won't die some old man painting watercolors
of birds I never see.
Some half-beat man, nah.
That's absolutely fuckin' fine for you, Paul.
You go out anyway you like, man.
Don't make that decision for others, though.
Let them make that decision for themselves.
I ain't decide shit for anybody.
I didn't ask them to come out they cells
and come down here with me, but they here anyways.
What about the guards?
Hmm? What the fuck did they choose?
They choose everything all day, every fuckin' day.
They the coldest, motherfuckin' criminals in here.
Make me eat my own shit.
Take the letters I write my daughter,
wipe they asses with them and fuckin' give 'em back.
You was in here, man.
You know what it is, cuz.
How do you think criminals in prison get drugs in here
in the first place?
You think I got my old lady hiking that shit up her skirt?
Shit, drugs cheaper in here than they are on the street.
These motherfuckers wake up every morning
figurin' out new ways to give us hell.
And go to sleep doin' more of the same.
It's time the world knew.
It's time somebody sent a message.
And the messenger's me.
Be sure to tell them what I said, Mike.
- Paul... - It's time to paint
the world a picture.
- Mike...? - Yeah, I'm workin' on it.
- Yeah, you're my Mona Lisa. - No, no, no, no!
No!
I got ya, I got ya. There we go.
Better move, boys. On me.
He's pretty bad.
- Mike. - What?
- You good buddy? - There you are.
- Hit? - Am I hit?
You're good, buddy.
That got a little nutty, huh?
Ya think?
Shit. Fuck.
Where's my brother?
Hey buddy, I'm proud of ya. You did it.
You did it.
Ian.
- You all right? - Yeah.
Yeah, you're all right. C'mere, c'mere.
You're all right.
- You're all right. - Yeah.
Yeah.
Hey, come on. Let's not do this shit here.
All right? Let's get the fuck outta here.
Come on.
You're all right.
Okay, stay with me. You're good. Fuck.
I got you, I got you.
- Oh. - Ma'am.
Oh my God. Oh my. Oh.
Oh yes, oh, thank you.
Oh, thank you.
Sorry, Mom.
I learned something today.
Yeah.
What they took,
I'll never get back.
It's like...
everything they did just got a little piece of my soul.
Now there's just less of me.
And I have to live with that.
Or finish what they started.
Cut the rest of me away.
I learned that, too.
So...
Is that what you plan on doing?
Cut the rest of you away?
I thought about it.
What changed your mind?
I just started thinkin',
what if your soul can grow back?
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