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Milo broke something.
He took it and he broke it.
And that's why we're not letting him leave.
But you have to let shit play out.
Bunny, we're this fucking close.
I'm gonna get you out of here.
I can't bide my time, Mike.
Just stay the course.
The only course I see is the one I'm making.
What the fuck?
We had an inmate, took him to the infirmary,
docs examining him, they're gonna find a ton of trauma.
Just be plain, Carney.
- He's one of the three. - Three what?
Hey! He wasn't fucking resisting CO!
You with the ACLU, Carney?
Get you some alone time, son.
They put a beatdown on him, Mike and drug his ass to solitary.
I heard all about you. White savior bullshit.
You ain't savin' shit.
What, you think if Mike McLusky could fix this,
he would have fixed it by now?
They're farming out inmate labor to companies
all across the state.
Know what they're paying? $0.16 an hour.
That's fucking free labor.
They're spending more money on food for guard dogs
than they are for the inmates.
There's no way out for them.
And you don't want there to be.
You need that cycle,
that's how you get paid.
Is that why you came all the way up here, Mike?
To explain to me how my company works?
It's all been tried, and this is where we've landed.
So you can join in,
or you can get crushed by the wheels of progress.
Yeah. Well...
I need a favor.
Is that so?
Trying to get something done.
I'm tired of the trees that I'm barking up.
So you and your wheels of progress
can help me move something along.
And what do I get?
You get me.
I'll owe you something.
So I have a guy at Anchor Bay.
And you want him moved to Warwick?
No. Fuck, no. I want him out.
I have a deal with the DA's office.
He's got the paper on his desk. Case needs a little shove.
And reelection's around the corner.
Those fuckers need money. Contracts are being gifted out,
most of them under your umbrella.
I need someone to get his attention,
to put this paper under his fucking nose
and make him fuckin' sign it.
If I could, I'd kick open the fucking door
and get done myself.
Okay.
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So you telling me Bunny in the hole ain't a fucking problem?
Bunny'll be out by noon.
Besides, even in that hole, motherfucker still making moves.
Still smell that crispy, bitch-ass motherfucker
in the air.
That was AB sanctioning shit.
They got the guards, bro.
As long as you got the guards, you got the yard.
Yeah, well, that balance about to shift.
How you see that?
I gotta earn, Raph.
You gotta be slinging in to be earning out.
Know what I'm saying?
When Bunny get out, no matter if he gotta
drop that cracker hisself, shit's going down.
We gettin' our shit back.
I don't see it, bro.
That's cause you got one fucking eye.
Man, I'm fucking with you, man.
Play your card.
Yo, Raph.
Oh, it's on me, huh?
I didn't know you motherfuckers were so eager to lose.
We ain't losing today.
Shit, we'll see about that.
Fuck you still doin' with a diamond?
Reneggin'-ass bitch.
Yo, hold up, Hush. Kid's still learnin'.
Then why is he at the fucking table, D?
Y'all needed a fourth.
You think Bun gonna take out a pig or what?
Shit's about to pop.
No shit. Motherfuckers owe us...
Blade!
Shit.
Go!
- Thank you, Rebecca. - You're welcome.
Hey, thanks for calling me back.
He should be out by the end of the day.
He should be?
Never should have been in AdSeg in the first place,
he's your inmate.
I don't run this prison,
I just oversee inmates from Kingstown.
Just get him out,
all right, he can't run shit from inside that box.
Put him in general pop.
There's a toasted Mexican who I think would beg to differ.
Well, that wasn't Bunny. Okay? That was AB makin' a play.
And you know it.
Want to reduce the numbers of browns or blacks.
That's my point, Mike. Anchor Bay is AB.
Half them COs in here are Aryan affiliated
or sympathetic to the cause.
I'm only here for a few days pushing paper, doing checks.
I can't do shit until I find out who's pulling the strings here.
Yeah, okay. Okay, great. Look, I'm just gonna go in myself.
How's that? Can you give me visitors?
Can you do that, at least?
Yeah.
Thank you.
Fuck.
What's going on?
Hey babe!
- Baby. - Huh?
Did your mom need a shed or...
Uh, I don't know. Probably. Right? I mean...
I went to the store and I saw it and I thought to myself,
you know, that would be a good place for her to put her
gardening stuff and shit. And so I built it,
- and I got two more. - Right.
Did he say what it was about?
Sounded like shit, that's all I know.
He said call you, call Kyle.
Said come down here and meet.
- That's all, that was it? - No, Ian.
He told me the fucking meaning of life,
I just don't wanna share it with you.
Strange, that's all I'm saying.
Hey, Donna. What kinda pie you got?
Banana cream and pecan.
Like, in one pie?
No, it's two pies. It's two different kinds of pie.
- Are they fresh? - _
Donna, can I get a beer?
Sure thing.
Gimme a piece of pie, too.
Which?
I don't care. Surprise me. Both of 'em, one each.
Christ. Really? Stop with the pie, he's here.
- What's going on? - Did you call Kyle?
Yeah, He's on his way.
Yeah, I'll wait.
I can't, as much as I'd like to watch this clown eat pie all day.
- Come on, you'll love it. - Gotta get over to Anchor
and wherever else. What's going on?
- I got a heart attack letter. - Holy fuck.
- When? - This morning.
DA said it's time to lawyer up,
get my shit in order and everything.
- Shit. - Hey.
What's up? What's the big deal?
Heart attack letter.
Oh, fuck.
Yeah, they're coming for me.
Yeah. You know who?
DA, what do you think?
No, I mean, who's rollin'?
What do you mean?
They ain't comin' after you because of inmate testimony.
Somebody rolled.
You want something, hon?
No.
Just give us a second, would ya, Donna?
Thanks, Donna. I appreciate it.
We're all good.
Who you thinking?
We're a fucking family, Mike,
nobody in there's rolling on anybody.
Somebody did.
It was self-defense, Mike.
I mean, there were hundreds of them in there.
You know, we would have gotten torn apart.
Self-defense.
Bullshit, they should be suckin' my dick,
throwin' me a goddamn parade.
We stopped that fucking thing from the inside.
Look, I hear you, I get it. But they want a pound,
and apparently wanna take it from you.
What about those National Guard assholes?
I mean, those fucking idiots are playing video games
up on those walls.
Doesn't matter, Robert, they have something.
And if you say it's not one of your guys,
I gotta believe you, but I got my money on one of these guys.
Got a crisis of conscience or sweet deal with the DA,
something like that.
I'll look around, see what I can dig up.
So what we do in the meantime?
Get your story straight.
Okay?
Yeah.
Doing anything after this?
Me? No, why?
Got an errand.
I can get you on the books. Get you some baby scratch.
Yeah, sure.
We should talk this shit through.
Yeah. Yeah.
What are you doing tonight?
Tonight? Tonight. Tracy's working tonight, so...
- 9:00. I'm going to be there. - Okay.
You find this guy, all right?
You find him, and we will be fine, right Mike?
Yeah. Yeah. Just find out who's talking,
and then we'll take the next steps to take care of it, okay?
- Yeah. - Don't worry about it.
In the meantime, just don't say anything to anybody
about this shit, okay?
Keep your chin up. We're all good.
- Let's get the fuck out of here. - 100 percent.
- This is fucked up, right? - Yeah, it's fucked up.
Hey, hold on. Give me a second, huh?
Hey, Rebecca, I need an address. Okay?
All I got is the last name, Davidson,
He's a guard over at Anchor Bay.
All right, well just... just text it to me when you get it, okay?
Bye, thank you.
The fuck is that?
There's too much talk about it. I grabbed 'em.
Fucking Jerry in the lockup. He gave me 5 minutes,
got him tickets to the Molly Hatchet concert.
Yeah. Yeah, we're good.
Christ.
Fucking heart attack letter, huh?
- Yeah. - Geez.
Your DA friend didn't wanna tell you?
People say a lot of things, Kyle.
It's hard to tell when they mean it.
Yeah.
You can't be going off and doing shit. Okay?
What? What do you mean?
I mean the fucking bonds. The fuck you think I mean?
You can't go walking in to fucking lockup
without tellin' me or Stevie or somebody, all right?
- They got cameras in there. - Mike! I was KPD.
I know where everything is in there. I wiped the drives.
Don't worry, we're good.
And you don't think it looks suspicious?
Who gives a fuck if it looks suspicious?
As long as it doesn't come back on us. Right?
Just stay inside the lines, that's all I'm askin'.
Stay inside lines, just a little bit. All right?
Let the world settle down. You settle down.
No more Rambo shit. Jesus, you got a lot going on.
Yeah...
Do you think I'm going to be a good dad?
What do you mean? Yeah, of course.
I mean, bringing the kid into this world,
raising them in this town?
Yeah, that's fucked up.
At least you're not.
You're gonna be fucking great.
What are we doing?
Gotta make a stop.
Huh?
Aw, Jesus.
If I'm not back in 5 minutes. All right?
Five minutes.
The fuck?
Hey, you Davidson?
Depends. You sellin' something, or servin' me papers?
Naw, Mike McLusky.
Talk to you for a minute?
Ah, fucking A.
Yeah, brother. Come on in.
Yeah, I mean, the place is kind of a mess.
Get this out of your way here.
Get you a beer or something?
Nah, I'm good.
Have a seat, brother.
Nah, I'm good. Just be here for a minute.
So look, I hear, um,
you're the big shit over at Anchor.
Some say.
Okay, I need you back off Bunny Washington.
I can't do that, Mike.
I wasn't really asking.
Are you threatening me?
It's just a delicate balance going on over there.
And you pushing the scale to AB
is not really helping me here.
You know,
we had our own balance in there.
Yeah.
The fuck are we doing?
What's it look like, Mike?
I'm not here to fight you.
I came here as a courtesy,
tell you that this is going to happen
with or without your cooperation.
So...
Get the fuck out of my house.
Fuck.
- Hey, back up! - What the fuck? All right!
- Relax! - Back the fuck up!
Relax, Kyle...
Think you can lay a hand on my brother, motherfucker?
I will paint the walls with your goddamn brains.
Look, dickhead, just do what I fucking say, all right?
And don't do fucking anything, all right?
Don't fuck with Bunny. It's not that fucking hard.
You know, you're gettin' something on the side,
maybe get a little bit less.
- Hey. Hey, hey. - All right!
You fuck around. I'm going to come back here.
And I'm gonna ruin your world. You understand?
Bunny wakes up in gen pop, period.
Don't fuck with Bunny.
Let's go.
Thought you were one of us, Mike.
You thought fucking wrong.
- Let's go. - Hey, look at me.
Look at me, just do what he says.
Fuck it Kyle.
Let's go.
What the fuck did I tell you? What are you doing?
I was looking through the window.
The fucking window?
Yeah, you said 5 minutes.
That wasn't fucking 5 minutes, motherfucker.
Well, it felt like 5 minutes.
Well, it's fucking wasn't.
Pistol whippin' motherfuckers.
- Buy you a fucking watch! - It felt like 5 minutes.
Ma?
Yeah, we're in here!
- Hey. - Hey. Oh.
I forgot.
You know, um... Sorry for keeping you up.
Could I talk to you for a minute?
I thought we were talking.
In the kitchen. I won't keep him a minute.
Take your time. Take your time.
- Everything's fine, Mom. - Yeah. Okay. All right.
And did you work with Michael today?
Yeah. Yeah.
How was that?
It was good. Good. Yeah, everything's good.
- Just trying to figure out this KPD thing with Ian. - Right?
So I just, you know. But everything's good. Yeah.
You good?
Me? Yeah, well...
- Yeah. - Thanks.
- Is that it? 'Cause I just... wanna talk to him. - Yeah. Oh, yeah.
Go, go honey. Go.
No, everything's fine.
- Okay, thanks. - Goodnight.
It's about motherfuckin' time.
I'ma own this prison by the time I'm done with you motherfuckers.
Well, that shackle shuffle says something else to me, but
keep hope alive, Bun.
It ain't about hope no more, Carney.
That's the difference between
taking control and taking charge.
And I know I ain't in control of this shit no more.
But I sure as fuck will take charge up in this bitch.
All right, thanks.
Bunny.
Makin' the move today.
Mitch'd already made that move.
Yeah, well, I'm not Mitch.
No, you ain't.
There's been, um, no drive-bys the last few days.
No mass murders, no innocent people being killed.
Something must be going right.
Answer me this.
How many times I'm supposed to let you fuck me?
I told you to keep it quiet inside here.
What the fuck did you do?
You torched the fucking Mexican gatekeeper.
That's not exactly keepin' it quiet, is it?
Quiet ain't a thing in here, Mike.
Quiet maybe keep you clean for a minute,
but sooner or later, some mottherfucker gonna hit you with a question.
So you better be ready with a loud-ass motherfucking answer, Mike!
You ain't doing for me. So I gotta raise my voice now.
I have a new angle. Okay? And I'm hitting on all sides.
So you're good in here. You understand?
You're gonna be out in minutes, I'm telling you.
Look, Mike, I'm tired of being told. All right?
I'm tired of being the dog dragged by the wagon.
I ain't layin' down and gettin' dragged along no more.
No, I'm taking this shit into my own hands now.
- Come on, please. - No more please, man.
There was a mark on you. You know that?
I move that shit, I moved that shit outta history with you.
You moved it? Bunny, to who?
Where the fuck did you move it?
Don't worry about it, Mike.
You just keep pulling your strings.
Get me out of here. I'll try to clear the way.
Help me help you, brother Mike.
Who's wearing it, Bunny?
That's need to know shit.
Yo ass don't need to.
Whatever it is you're doing, don't.
You hear me?
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Thank you.
The rest are in the yard.
- Um, Sir. Can you uncuff him? - No, ma'am.
I'm guessing you're required to stay in the room.
Yes, ma'am. Unless you're his attorney,
in which case you have the privilege.
Oh, no. Well, I'm not. So, thanks.
Hello, Jacob.
Hello.
You wanted to talk to me?
I've been...
I've been having a pretty crappy time right here.
Uh, I'm 18 now. My lawyer, he got me a deal.
I just... I just have to go a year without incident.
But if I mess up or anything,
my... my sentence goes eight and state.
Oh, man, you don't want to mess up.
Yeah.
Uh, the Woods came to me last week.
- The Woods? - The white boys.
If I don't join up with them, I'm... I'm going to be all alone.
And if I'm all alone, I won't have a chance
of making it a year.
I don't think I... I understand...
I know... I know who your son is.
Mike McLusky. That's your son, right?
Yeah, mm-hmm.
He was inside, right? He was with the Brotherhood.
Wasn't he?
Well, I mean, I guess he did everything he had to do
- to survive. - Right.
I thought that, you know,
I'm gonna... I'm gonna mess this up if I can't stay away
from these people and all.
I thought that maybe,
maybe you could, you could speak to your son.
Or, maybe he can, he could help me. You know, he...
he could help me with them.
Or he could help me get moved.
I just don't...
I just hope that maybe you could speak to your son for me.
I will.
I will speak to him.
Hey, hey. How you doing? Mike McLusky.
Nice to meet you, Mike.
Mike? How'd you find me?
Rebecca and your assistant are, you know, tight.
Yeah, I just want to take a minute of your time to, um,
- talk about our arrangement. - Yeah. Not now, Mike.
What arrangement is that?
Well, you did a deal with people I know.
We got you peace in the streets.
Got you peacocking in front of the press.
So I think it's about time you held up your end of the deal
and sign them the fuck out.
You think that. Huh?
Fuck yeah I do.
Talked to my friend over at Warwick.
I understand that there's a major negotiation
within the city happening, and with a reelection coming up,
- Mike... - What?
- Please. - First of all, your friends
at Warwick have a lot more to lose by crossing me
than they have to gain by supporting you.
And second of all, these people you're advocating for
are dangerous criminals.
They were arrested because they present a menace to society.
Now, why would I release them?
Because you made a fucking deal with them. That's why.
Deals are made and broken all the time, Mr. McLusky.
Hand shakes, verbal, paper. None of it matters.
It fucking matters. Matters to them.
Deal's all they got, word is bond.
Interesting. Whatever happened to, uh,
no honor among thieves, huh?
You tell him about Milo Sunter?
Milo Sunter's dead.
Yeah. Maybe.
Or more likely just walking around the streets
of your fucking city with no DNA
or anything on the records of the dead.
Now, if you hold up to your fucking end of the deal,
I can give you something to bait the hook.
Can flush him out.
Or I'll just go to the fucking press
and tell 'em you knew Milo escaped
- and did fuck all about it. - That's DOC. It's not on me.
Do you think your voters know the difference?
You're the face.
- I didn't know. - You didn't?
Assistant DA knew.
No one's gonna believe that you didn't.
All right, let's get it done.
Good to see you, Evelyn.
You got a second?
What's up?
What's this?
I need your signature.
Our friend from Tent City died.
What?
Today. This morning.
You think we can
just sweep this under the rug?
It's backdated.
Our asses are covered.
Inmates were involved in a mutual combat.
He was found unresponsive and tended to immediately.
Usual story. No one saw anything.
He sure ain't fucking talking.
They will see his infirmary records.
Did he have follow-up care?
Didn't want to complain about the pain.
Didn't want to be seen as a pussy.
Leave it here.
Shit is brutal.
I heard they got motherfuckers digging graves or some shit.
Fucking slave labor. That's what this shit is.
This big business.
That's what this shit is.
Shit gettin' done on the outside?
That's what they say, cuzzo.
Fuck this hayseed doing?
No bad intentions, brother.
I ain't your brother.
Well, spit it. The fuck you want?
That bitch jumped at you wasn't sanctioned.
Guy was a lone wolf and earned himself a green light.
Wasn't just you on that pier.
If you're makin' moves to speed things up, we got resources.
I'm just saying.
Hey CO!
This pallet jack is fucked.
Look at this shit...
Fucking peckerwoods bein' so friendly for?
I don't know.
I know we gotta get the fuck up outta here.
Fuck.
Bitch ass.
Oh, fuck no!
What's up?
Just checking in. We doin' good?
- All good, G. - Yeah. What about the salon?
Nobody even whispering around this way no more.
Shit's feeling like shit again.
Come on.
That's quiet.
Yeah.
Castle's intact. Just needs its king back.
- Hello. - Yeah, it's Mike.
This is a collect call from... Bunny Washington.
At the Anchor Bay Correctional facility.
To accept the charge of $2.40 for 15 minutes, press 1,
to refuse press... You may begin your call now.
- Hey, Bunny. - I ain't got long. Aight?
I just want to let you know that the path's been cleared and shit. Okay?
Time for you to do your thing.
What thing?
Your mayor thing, man. Get me outta this place, Mike.
What path's been cleared, Bunny?
I did my shit, now it's your turn.
Get that bitch of yours to sign the papers
and send my black ass home.
Catch you later, Mayor Mike.
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