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We need a pecking order inside, gentlemen.
So we have control on the outside. Okay? Period.
- Get him! - Aah!
There're no leaders inside, Mike.
Why don't you pick new leaders?
There's no new leaders to pick from.
Get up, nigga!
I don't wanna go.
They're gonna give you a new identity.
They'll help you get a job.
How's Kyle?
He took a job upstate.
You're lucky there wasn't drugs on this boat,
you left three guys on deck, you didn't even frisk 'em.
Everyday, you will choose
whether to study
or wether to blow this off.
Oh! No!
Give it up you bitch!
I wanna go for a walk.
We can't protect you if we're not with you.
So, Milo... Is he listed on the Inmate roster?
What'd he do? Mike, what did he just walk out the front gate?
Wars inside means war on the outside.
The only difference is
no innocent victims during the inside war.
Outside, innocent victims is how you fight the war.
911, what's your emergency?
I've been shot. Everybody's been...
Ma'am, are you still there?
I heard gunfire.
Have you been shot, ma'am?
If you can't speak,
simply press any number on your keypad.
Good, is the shooter still active?
Do you know how many victims?
Everybody in this motherfucker about to be a victim.
If y'all show up,
you motherfuckers gonna be victims too.
Yeah.
Hey, you heading towards the shots fired?
- Yeah. - What is it?
Not sure. You on your way?
I gotta drop something off first,
but, yeah, I'll be there.
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Come on, please answer.
- Come on. Hi. - Hey, Mike.
What are you doing?
Um, none of your business.
Well, how long are you gonna be doing that?
Well, the hope is all night.
What do you need?
Fucking come on. All right, never mind, sorry.
Fuck. Jesus.
Come on.
- Yeah, what's up? - What are you doing?
What? Well, I was fucking sleeping.
What's up?
I gotta drop something by for you to watch.
What you get, like, a dog or something?
I did not.
Well, what is it, Mike?
I'm gonna be there in a minute.
All right.
I don't need a babysitter.
No, what you need is witness protection, Iris.
We all know how that went.
I just need a kind world.
Well, those don't exist.
And all you're doing is
prolonging the inevitable here, Iris.
Kingstown is not a city.
It's a town and nothing stays hidden in a town.
So either you leave or he's gonna find you, period.
Yeah, same goes for you.
Shit. Okay. You thirsty?
No.
Hi.
Uh, Mike.
- Hey. - Hey.
Uh, can I get a word with you, please?
Go... Yeah. Sit inside.
- Come on. - Yeah.
Who the fuck is that?
It's the girl from my office with the three feds
who were murdered.
- Oh. Shit. - Yeah.
I didn't know we found her.
We didn't. I did.
Look, good for you,
then go hide her at your fucking cabin.
I can't. I cannot leave her alone.
All right. She's been put through the wringer by Milo.
Okay, look, and I put her in WitPro and she jumped it.
I don't give a shit.
I can't have her here, Mike,
you know, with my pregnant wife and our mother.
Are you out of your fucking mind?
I just gotta put a lid on a fucking problem.
Okay. It's just for a few hours.
Problems don't get bigger than the hooker
in our mother's living room, Mike.
- Come on... - Michael?
Fuck. Asshole.
Yeah.
Sorry it's so late.
We're just looking for a place to...
- Wait, wait. - Let me go. Let me...
What the fuck?
- Let me fucking go, Mike! - Woah, easy. Easy. Easy.
Let me go. You're a fucking dog.
Looking for a safe place...
- Let me go! Let me go. - What is happening?
- Huh! - We have a guest.
Um, we have a spare room upstairs.
Tracy, would you show her where it is?
- Sure. All right. - Thank you.
It's just for a minute. Sorry, guys.
- Hi, I'm Tracy. - I'm Iris.
That's a pretty name.
It's not mine. I made it up.
She in trouble?
Yeah. Yes, Mom.
- What kind of trouble? - The worst kind.
And none of it is her fault.
Okay.
When you coming back for her, Mike?
This afternoon, this evening. And I'll get this done.
Okay, well, the sooner the better.
- Yeah. - 'Cause I don't need
her trouble to become our trouble.
Yeah, it's kind of already is, isn't it.
Well, you know, fuck, I love you,
but, you know, God damn.
- I know. Go to bed. - Fuck.
Mike, it's a fucking mess. It's just a fucking mess.
We give your boy a pass and this is how he treats us.
No, no, no. Fucking bunny didn't order this shit.
This came from the inside.
- Jesus. - Thought there were no fucking leaders on the inside.
There aren't.
That makes no fucking sense.
Look, when there's no leaders inside,
everyone tries to play leader, okay?
Jesus Christ, Ian.
Tail's wagging the fucking dog, right?
And this is the result.
It's rough in there, Mike.
I've seen it before.
No, you haven't seen this, Mike.
No, don't throw up on my crime scene, come on.
Outside!
Fuck.
So, Mikey, you ever seen anything like this before?
Because I sure as hell haven't.
No, not like this.
DA's calling it a mass shooting, Mike.
Well, it's a gang shooting. He knows it. We know it.
Jesus.
Well, yeah, it was a gang shooting
when they drove by and hosed the fucking house down.
When that next group walked through,
Mikey, fucking executing people,
it became... It became something else.
Welcome to national news.
- Sir. - Yeah.
We got a murder weapon.
Am I the only motherfucker that called this in?
Mikey, Dispatch was on with one of the vics when she was shot.
He told the patrol units to fucking seal off the streets
before they pushed on the goddamn house.
Fearless fucking police chief. What can we say?
Yeah, we engaged them over here.
- All right, let's see. - I'll show you.
So we pulled up the house. They were coming out here.
We engaged and they unleashed fucking hell on us.
Fuck.
Dipped down this alleyway and took off.
But one of them dropped this.
That's not a fucking gangster gun.
Look at this thing.
Mikey, this thing's got an added rail system.
It's got... It's got a fucking muzzle brake on it.
Great, now they're fucking gunsmiths now.
No, they don't know how to do that shit
unless they got it from the Mexicans.
You case this alley yet?
No, sir, they told us to wait for SWAT.
- You got a torch? - Yeah.
Yeah.
Follow this right here.
Fuck, Mikey, maybe we should wait for SWAT.
Well, if we wait for this guy to bleed out,
we're not gonna know more than we already know.
And we don't know fucking shit.
Jesus, he's right there.
My name's Mike McLusky.
You know who I am?
You know my name?
I know who you are.
Can I come over and talk to you
and you not fucking shoot me?
I can't shoot you, man.
Dropped my gun.
All right, I'm coming over.
They start shooting and we start shooting.
We run, and my fucking stomach just opened up
and everything trying to fall out.
Yeah, a ricochet off the asphalt.
Sliced you as it goes by.
I'm fucked then.
Yeah, you're fucked anyway.
There's two dozen dead people next door.
All right.
Everything's gone so south, man.
I didn't count on motherfuckers doing drive-bys
on bus stops.
Fucking shooting people's grandmas and shit.
That's how they wanna play,
then we gonna motherfucking play.
They gonna hit motherfucking churches next.
Is that right? Then what they gonna do?
I'm gonna tell you what they're gonna fucking do.
They'll hit the schools
and then they'll find out where your fucking mother works.
This only goes one way until it stops, okay?
It's a lose fucking lose for everybody.
Ain't no way to make it stop, man.
Head been cut off all the chickens
and they just running around, bleeding everywhere.
So you all paired up with Mexicans, did ya?
Bloods tied up with the Aryans.
- I ain't telling you shit. - Oh, is that right?
You've been saying shit to me since I walked over.
Why don't you say some shit to me
that fucking makes a difference?
Will you get the fuck out of here, for God sakes.
Come on, how about it?
Say something that makes a fucking difference.
They fucking killed my sister at that bus stop.
Eight years old. Not a gangbanger in sight.
I understand.
And you think what you just did in there is gonna stop it?
Huh? Until the chickens get their fucking heads,
every fucking bus stop, every mall, everywhere,
just like this. You understand?
No one can leave their house.
I'm dying, man.
Yes, you are.
You ain't wrong.
Who you said is with who, you ain't wrong.
Hey. Who ordered this?
Look at me. Who ordered this?
Nobody, man. That's the fucking problem.
Ain't nobody ordering nothing.
Motherfuckers just out here warring and shit.
Just... Just warring, man.
I'm gonna go talk to Bunny.
Mike, you gotta get him to find the fucking off switch.
This town's gonna get locked down.
If somebody was gonna shut it down, Ian,
they would've done it already.
This place don't lock down.
Hey.
Are you all right?
What's goin' on?
This fucking job, Mike.
I swear to God...
I know.
And people wonder why I don't have a boyfriend.
No, look...
I mean, you're single because you're smarter than everybody.
And you let everybody know it.
You see? And you laugh when you get insulted.
And you feel insulted 'cause you laugh.
Fucking complicated. You're a fucking pain in the ass.
Hey, come on. Cheer up, okay?
Look at me.
If it was easy, everyone would do it, okay?
You're a boss.
Come on.
You know you're single too, Mike?
Yeah, for very different fucking reasons.
Bunny.
Yo, you know who it is. Leave a message.
Bunny!
Bunny! You motherfucker!
What the fuck?
Hey.
Hey. He here?
Yeah, just be ready.
Mike, this shit getting out of hand.
Yeah, you think?
What the fuck did I just walk into on 23rd Street?
What the fuck did you do?
It was a fucking massacre under your flag!
- No, not my flag. No. - Yeah?
I did not call that. No. I can't.
I can't call that. That shit came from inside.
I talked to the shooter, all right?
It did not come from the fucking inside,
so unless it came from you,
somebody's fucking cooking something up.
- It's the fucking guards! - Oh, come on.
Them motherfuckers giving us their backs.
They shank a fool in the back,
leave the body in the cot to rot.
They throwing motherfuckers out with the fucking trash, Mike.
Listen to me. Two things.
You gotta sit everyone down on the outside.
Okay, then you all have to agree
that none of your ships have fucking captains,
and until they do, no ships leave the fucking port.
You understand the metaphor?
What about the fucking guards, man?
I'll handle the fucking guards.
Yeah, we need some order on the inside, cuz.
Them motherfucking guards need to sit their ass down too.
It takes time to find a leader.
- And right now... - Yeah.
A leader tries to rise,
and that motherfucker is dead by nightfall.
Okay, look, I'll get the fucking guards
to take their blinders off.
You gotta manage this truce like fucking now
'cause the National Guard is gonna start
patrolling these streets.
And we've seen how they handle shit.
You... You gonna need to referee this shit.
Fuck I do. I ain't refereeing shit.
You out of your mind?
How the fuck we gonna have four motherfucking enemies
sit their ass down
and not kill each other without a Sweden?
What, a Switzerland?
I'm not fucking Switzerland. Fuck that.
Man, kiss my ass, man.
Sweden, Switzerland, crackerland,
whatever cracker-ass country
babysitting the other cracker-ass country
when y'all motherfuckers be blowing shit up.
That.
We need a mediator, Mike.
Otherwise, all this shit is gonna do
is make this war worse.
- Fuck. - You saw that shit.
Okay.
Okay, okay.
I have an idea.
I'm right here, man. Hit me with it.
All right, you're gonna have to
really fucking trust me on this one, though, Bunny,
and I mean really fucking trust me, okay?
It's gonna sting, but it will work.
And I promise I will keep my word to you.
- How bad it's gonna sting? - Oh, like a motherfucker.
And when it's over,
you won't have to hide out in this fucking rooftop anymore.
Okay?
I spent my whole life in this sorry-ass motherfucker.
Every time, somehow, this bitch get worse.
And just when you think it can't get any worse than it is,
man, this motherfucker find a way.
Yeah.
I'ma trust you on this.
Yeah. All right.
Good.
Now I'll see you in three hours.
All right, all right, all right, do it.
- Three hours, okay? - Yeah, yeah.
Don't be late. Don't bring a fucking army.
And just keep people here for the status quo.
Three hours, okay?
Yeah.
Hey, it's me. You awake? I have an idea.
Two Xanax, three whiskeys.
What's your idea?
What if I could get you the leaders to all four gangs?
Everyone that's at war. What if I can give them all to you?
What's it gonna cost me?
Well, I need them in the pen, not county.
They on parole?
Two of them are.
One isn't. The other one, I don't know.
What's the charge?
Found in possession of firearm.
- That's 10 years, Mike. - Yes, it is.
But here's the catch, Evelyn.
I'm gonna need you to drop all the charges.
Why charge them at all, Mike?
Because I need them on the inside
to pick new leaders, that's why.
You want me to arrest the leaders
of the four worst prison gangs
so they can reinstate a leadership structure
inside the prison?
Exactly.
You have any idea how fucking insane that sounds, Mike?
Evelyn, you, more than anybody, knows
that the inside runs the outside, okay.
Nobody right now is running the inside.
Look, unless you want to keep meeting
over the body of a 16-year-old girl
waiting for her boyfriend at a bus stop.
I just don't see it.
Well, I do, okay? I see it.
So you gotta trust me.
Okay.
All right, look, this is gonna happen soon,
so be ready. I'll call you.
Hey. Congratulations.
What the fuck, Mike!
The fuck, what?
I don't need you sneaking up on me.
What?
I just walked up the middle of your fucking driveway.
The door's wide open. Chill out.
The fuck you doing here?
I heard they gave you the prison.
Well, when wardens lose the prison,
they lose their jobs, it's temporary.
Something I need to show you.
Show me what?
It has an immediate impact on your new position.
Okay, what's the play?
We need new leaders in Tent City
and we need to pick them.
Only order in Tent City is mine.
Why fuck with that?
'Cause we need order on the inside
to get order on the outside. That's why.
Fucking let them kill each other.
This shit has already spilled out on the street
in a real fucking way, okay,
and it's only a matter of time
before they start hosing down your kids' fucking schools,
the playgrounds, the churches, right?
We don't want that.
Do I need a weapon?
Fuck, I have one.
Let me change and get my pistol.
Oh, hey, who do you got as your second, by the way?
Carney.
Fuck, really?
Are you sure he's got the right attitude for the job?
Yeah, he's got the only attitude that survives this job.
No, you fucking survived, Kareem.
I lived. I wouldn't say I survived.
- I'll meet you in the car. - All right.
You talking to anybody?
About what?
Who the fuck am I gonna talk to?
Who do you talk to for all the shit you been through?
Ah, I don't talk to anybody, man.
It's, uh... I got nothing to lose.
Who does your brother talk to?
I don't know. Probably his wife.
The fuck he does.
Yeah, the fuck he does, right.
Hi.
You should blend in, Robert.
Yeah, it's about as plain clothes as I get, brother.
- Yeah. - Stevie's on the roof.
My boys are in that warehouse. I'm wired into them.
Hey, do you think they have spies looking out for PD
set on the street?
We already made their spies. You know me, Mike.
Early bird gets the fucking worm.
Everything's in place, man.
What are you dragging me into?
You're about to give your word and you will keep it.
This fucking guy.
What the fuck are you doing?
I ain't trying to fight fair with these pieces of shit.
Well, we're not fighting at all. How about that?
Okay? Keep it down.
Do not fucking move!
Put your hands on the roof.
Down, man.
Escalade, close the fucking door.
Hands on the car.
Mercedes, pop the trunk.
Walk around the vehicle to my side.
Put your hands on the hood.
Chop, chop, motherfucker, let's go.
Stay.
Out.
I'm a king, baby. King don't need no sword.
If you were the king,
there would be no need for this fucking meeting.
You and only you walk over there.
You, fuckheads, back in the vehicle.
Park across the lot, facing me.
Do not drive back until I wave you over.
- Bunny. - What do we got here?
Woah, angry little peckerwood.
And Uncle Tom.
Good to see you, man. Thanks for coming.
My man, what's good, baby?
How you feeling? You walking straight yet?
How about I toss you in the fucking bay
and see if your fat ass can swim?
Shit, you could try. I'm right here, baby.
- Let's go. - Keep talking, thug life.
Let's see how far up your ass I can get the barrel of my gun.
- Hey. Come on, guys. - Stop!
Is this how we keep the fucking peace?
Fucking put that away, would you, please,
like in the fucking truck.
- Out. Just you, only you. - Don't hurt yourself.
You nosepickers, park across the lot, facing me.
Do not drive back until I wave you over.
That's good.
Mike.
- I don't know you. - I'm in from Grand Rapids.
We don't have anyone in Kingstown
ready to represent us in something like this.
How do I know your people in Kingstown
- gonna do what you say? - Stop.
When they don't do what I say, they stop being my people.
Hands on the wheel where I can see them.
All right. Gang's all here.
Mexicans and the Bloods, hand-in-hand.
How you living, brother?
- Oh, we're brothers today? - Yeah.
We gonna try, huh.
Man, why you bring that crazy-ass motherfucker here?
He's here to ensure that the bitter pill goes down smoothly.
All right, any truce, any agreement,
anything that we come up with out here,
has to be enforced inside, okay?
Otherwise, it doesn't mean fucking dick-all.
Right? So we can agree upon this.
The interim warden will patrol the prison again, okay?
And they will intervene with any and all conflicts.
What about food?
You know what they feed the motherfuckers in there?
All inmate work programs have been suspended.
All food is outsourced.
We don't have a kitchen or refrigeration,
so until we can move inmates inside,
bagged meals is the best we can do.
That's the price of riot.
So what about the witch hunts, huh?
Y'all guards got all the payback yet
or y'all still got a little rape left in you?
No, I got some left in me, motherfucker.
Hey, hey, what the fuck did I say?
What the fuck did I say?
What the fuck is this?
This is the assistant district attorney.
I know. What does she have to do with this?
She's going to be giving you
the pill you're going to swallow.
This is to keep everybody calm.
Any sudden move will be considered a threat.
And we've all met before
so you know how I deal with a threat.
You're being placed under arrest
for felonies of possession of firearms.
And when there's peace in the motherfucking valley,
charges against you will be dropped.
For you, that means peace in the valley for everyone.
Okay?
So how long they gonna hold us?
How long will it take you
to get your house together inside?
Not long.
Wouldn't take me long either.
Ice cold, Mike.
Name another way, Bunny. Name another way.
Lay on your stomach with your arms out stretched
to the side and your thumbs up.
No, no, no, you stay where the fuck you are, Mike.
Motherfucker, you stay and watch.
Just get it done, Bunny. Come on.
Come on, boys. Come on.
Fuck you!
You too!
Hi, Mom.
Michael.
Hey.
Fuck.
Jesus, Mom. What the fuck?
- She's gone. - Gone?
She's not in her fucking room. She's gone.
God damn it.
It's going 25 in a 45.
Yeah, uphill, towing a boat with a fucking Jeep Cherokee.
Just pass him.
Come on. Really?
Yeah.
Yeah?
Driver, pull to the shoulder and stop your vehicle.
Yeah. Yeah, you, pull over and stop your vehicle.
Fuck.
Fucking asshole.
What did you call me?
A fucking asshole.
The guy's pulling a boat, uphill,
you tailgate him, hit him with the sirens,
he pushes that shit to the speed limit,
and then you pull him over? You're a fucking asshole.
Lights don't mean speed up, Einstein.
They mean pull over and get the fuck out of my way.
Fine, but if we're going to do this,
let me do it right.
Okay, this is not a goddamn prison riot, okay?
This is just a DUI. Settle down.
I need to run his plate. God damn it.
Can't wait to see how much this nitwit drank on the lake today.
Morass, wait till I get into position. Wait.
Sir, do you know why I pulled you over?
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Fuck. Morass!
Shit.
Morass!
Uh, Dispatch, it's two... Fuck!
Dispatch, Alpha 217.
I got an officer down. Multiple GSW.
The assailant is down and the other one...
I need EMS to my location.
Copy, Alpha 217. What's your location?
Uh, it's Highway 31,
north of, uh... Fuck. North of...
I need a mile marker, Alpha 217.
I don't know!
Use your beacon, Alpha 217.
Fuck!
I have nowhere to go.
I have no home.
Please?
I have no home.
You're home now.
Hop along.
Yo, fuck off. Move out his way, yo.
Guess y'all must not pray to God up in here.
'Cause if you motherfuckers did,
y'all wouldn't be staring at the devil.
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