_
Why do they call him the mayor?
Because he runs the city.
Wonder what the real mayor thinks of that.
It's always been a war zone, Mike.
This is next-level.
Callahan. He's back in fucking Kingstown.
It's not good. For anyone.
We have to cut a deal with the Colombians.
Get some clean supply.
If we need to go back-to-back, Bunny's got you.
You made a big move
on Callahan, and you missed.
I'm fuckin' grenade-proof.
I can give him to you.
'Cause I'm clearing the table and I'm giving it to you.
Your SWAT buddy kills with impunity.
And the one fucking guy who calls him out winds up dead.
It just went down wrong, Mike.
It's hard to fire an employee
who's suffered as much as you.
You want me to resign.
I can't.
- Miss me? - How could I miss you, Milo?
You never left. It's time to go.
There's a point...
of no return.
- And I think we crossed it. - Don't be so dramatic.
Mike, we got a battle on the Sixth Street bridge.
There's Crips, there's Russians.
Drop your fucking gun!
No, they're innocent!
Kyle shot Robert.
You gotta cut him loose, Evelyn.
Mike, I can't.
He's a cop.
Who shot another cop.
3.11 grams.
95% copper.
Five percent zinc and tin.
They stopped using copper in 1943.
It was crucial to the war effort.
War's what always determines value.
What you kill for makes it costly.
They're coming to, Frank.
Good.
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Coming right from the D.A.'s office.
Just need a John Hancock, Kyle.
Deal's two years.
You're gonna be out in six months with good behavior, easy.
Yeah, I'll keep my nose clean.
It's a sprint, Kyle.
It's not a marathon. It'll go fast.
Turn yourself in to the county sheriff
- tomorrow, and they... - What? What's happening?
- Mike. - D...
- DOC will transport you. - No, wait, that's... Wait, wait.
There's no way my brother's running the fucking gauntlet.
I tried to back-channel. Foley shut me down, all right?
These are the terms, and-and, Mike, they're nonnegotiable.
Nonnegotiable? That's some bullshit.
Kyle was facing 15 to 20, all right?
I got that knocked down to assault with deadly
and knocked that down to two years.
Yeah, what do you want, a fucking gold star?
Mike, don't get caught up on the cosmetic shit.
Get the fuck out of here. This is not happening, Chester.
How many miracles I got to conjure? All right?
- This deal's as good as it gets. - Jesus Christ. Fuck you.
- No one likes a lawyer. - You're welcome.
Or their mothers. You're all fucking assholes.
Get the fuck out of here.
See you.
He's right, Mike. It's a good deal.
Oh, bullshit.
Fucking Evelyn.
Look, it doesn't have to go like this, you know?
Yeah, it does.
I made a choice on that bridge, Mike.
I did it for the right reasons.
I can live with the consequences.
All right. I'm gonna meet up with the warden today.
All right? Carney's gonna be your shadow.
I'm gonna have the whole place wired for you.
- I know. I'm good. Yeah. - Yeah.
Ah.
I'm gonna see you tomorrow, okay?
- Okay. Thank you. - And I'm gonna visit you after.
Okay.
There's zero fucking upside to this,
but I got eyes on you.
- Yeah. - Okay?
- Okay. - See you in a bit.
He's gonna be okay.
Yeah. He will.
Yeah, what?
I know you got a ton of shit on your plate right now,
but we got trouble down here on the tracks.
Okay. Drop a pin.
I could use the distraction.
Mike?
He's with us.
- What's up? - Holy fuck. Look it.
This fucking train
decapitated these fuckers just like a guillotine.
Beheading's over-the-top, man.
Far-fucking-sight more complicated than a few bullets.
Found syringes in the brush.
That means they fucking doped these fuckers up.
- Yeah. - And then... then they walked 'em up,
put 'em on the rail here.
Okay.
Oh, Jesus Christ, Ian.
Come on.
Talk to the engineer?
Uh, Keno picked him up line over in Dover.
They didn't stop?
No, no, he fucking stopped,
but it takes a goddamn mile to brake a freight train.
Yeah, I get that. Jesus.
Well, look, they're... they're Russians.
Someone's cleaning up Konstantin's mess.
Mikey, it's just a fucking gangster grab bag, at this point.
I can't believe I'm saying it, but it's not fucking Bunny.
I mean, he's in the catbird seat.
There's no need for this fucking overkill.
Yeah.
Well, this... this is the devil we don't know.
This is a fuck of a day already.
Yeah.
I wish I was here under happier circumstances,
but I am here.
And I know I can honor your brave work
and the memory of Kareem Moore.
Past ten years, I have run five prisons...
three state, two federal.
Michigan DOC hired me
because my track record's as flawless as you'll find,
flawless because I fix flawed institutions.
Anchor Bay is flawed.
Not an accusation, it's fact.
I'm gonna fix Anchor Bay.
Y'all are gonna help me.
Deputy Warden Torres is gonna hand out work assignments.
We're mixing things up...
for the better.
Have a blessed day.
That's all.
Weber, you're on C Block.
Warden?
Just wanted to say, I'm really impressed with your résumé.
That's good to know. It's Carney, right?
Yes, ma'am, and I'm at your disposal.
I was pretty much Kareem's right-hand man, so...
And you offer that hand to me?
Yes, ma'am.
Carney, the closest thing to Kareem's right-hand doesn't impress.
The man was unbalanced and inept.
The circumstances of his death were tragic,
uh, fucking suspicious, but tragic.
He died trying to save an inmate.
It's true, Warden.
He was a hero.
Now, which Aryan was the hero trying to rescue?
The man died in a blind alley at the hand of racists.
And his wife got his death benefits,
so he's a hero to his family, surely.
Kareem may have been a good man, but he had no place as warden.
And I will not abide any lingering loyalty.
Well, you can't be loyal to a dead man.
Tell that to Jesus.
Jackson, walk with me.
Carney,
you're on the yard.
Of course the fuck I am.
Something I can do for you, ma'am?
That's you.
Must've been a trauma.
It-it was a-a tough day, yeah.
For sure. For sure.
Jackson, who signs your checks?
Ma'am?
Who issues your fucking paychecks?
- DOC. - Correct.
And as the chosen representative of the DOC,
I am who pays you
and who controls anything you do inside these walls.
And now...
outside.
You getting my subtext?
Think so, yeah.
That's all.
You coming about the headless Muscovites?
- Well, word travels fast, don't it? - Yeah.
Or your baby brother?
All of the above.
So whoever hit the Russians is making a statement.
Shit, man. They're drawing eyes to draw eyes.
Yeah, well, they got mine.
They should have yours.
Man, these streets is wired, baby.
Ain't nobody moving on the king.
Yeah.
Bunny, you've never lacked for confidence.
For the love of God. Have you?
So, look.
Kyle.
He's going in tomorrow.
Shit.
Look, I don't truck with no turncoat,
but doing time for that grim-reaper-ass motherfucker?
Yeah, I'd have made some exceptions.
Baby brother's gonna put his ass down,
he should've put his ass down.
Well, he was trying to save a life, Bunny,
not take one.
Yeah.
Look,
you don't lose no sleep over it, all right?
He step one foot out of Ad Seg, Raph gonna have eyes on him.
All right. Thank you. It means...
- it means a lot. - Yeah.
I'll make it up, okay?
Family's family.
Yeah.
What's going on with your set, all these young guns?
I lost a lot to the cemetery and the penitentiary on that bridge.
Yeah, well, you might lose some more, Bunny.
Whoever hit these Russians, they'll come after you.
- Nah. - No?
I'm making moves, Mike. Some ironclad shit.
- What moves you making? - Just a little housekeeping, man.
Got to keep these streets pin-drop quiet.
How long's that gonna last?
Try to keep your positive hat on, Mike. You feel me?
Will you please take this?
Okay? Yeah?
- Hey. - Hey.
Is it done?
Yeah.
Mike's gonna drive me, after my send-off.
I'm gonna say goodbye here.
Can't do it at the bar, tossing back shots,
faking this is something it's not.
- Hi. - Yeah.
I understand.
You're going to prison for Robert.
How does that make any sense, you being punished?
Come on, Trace. I just... We talked about this already.
- I don't want to do this. - It's tomorrow, Kyle.
It's here. Just tell the truth.
Tell the truth. How does that violate your code?
How is that betrayal? You saved a man's life.
That is the good that comes from it, okay?
It is good.
So tell it, share it. Tell them why you did it.
It's not gonna stop there, okay?
This is a house of fucking cards, Trace.
And I can't be the reason that it comes falling down.
Whose house of cards, Kyle?
It's six months. Okay?
It's six months. We talked about this, okay?
Come on. Tracy.
You have to trust me, okay?
It's gonna go by fast. Please.
All right.
You've got Ruben's number?
I have the number.
Okay, well, I mean, he overcharges,
but there's nothing he can't fix.
If anything breaks, you just...
Hey. Look at me.
- Come on. - Now look at your son.
I don't want to fight.
You can never be a cop again.
I don't want to be.
Okay, I do this, and then we are fucking gone.
That is the silver lining here.
We sell this house, we leave Kingstown, we start over.
That's the other good that comes from this, babe.
Okay.
Y'all keep y'all pulse steady.
Yeah.
Hey! Fuckheads!
Break that shit up!
Break it up, right the fuck now!
Let's go.
What the fuck was that shit?
Bogotá's feeling fucking strong for some reason.
Things changing for us.
Seems like things changing for them, too.
Get word to Bunny.
Hey.
Shaver inside?
Shaver.
It wasn't fucking us, Mike.
I swear on my ma's grave.
What?
What wasn't you, Todd?
You weren't there fucking around with the trains?
Nah, Officer. You looking at a contented fucking man,
satisfied with his place and lot in life.
You're satisfied?
Well satisfied, Mike.
We got our corners. We're making a dollar.
- Yeah. No plans for expansion? - Rinse fucking repeat.
Sincere.
No one knows who dropped them Russians.
Ear hustle be dead on that.
Yeah, okay. Well, I'm gonna need you to keep an eye out for me.
Can you do that?
Stay on your corners, make your money.
- KPD will look the other way. - Like we're doing right now.
Yeah, I mean, and in return...
Who the fuck are you, giving orders?
- Fuck! - Fucking in return,
control your people, first of all.
I'm tired of looking over my fucking shoulder
at these sneaky fucking sodomizers, Todd.
- Amen. - You hear me?
- Yeah, amen to that. - Amen to that, Mike.
Look, Gunner was a fool.
Shit he pulled on you was not fucking sanctioned.
Yeah, and he gone. And Callahan?
He a dinosaur. He calcified.
Motherfucker's not calling the shots no more.
- Right. - Right? I got you.
You know what happens when you don't.
- Yeah. - Okay?
Till next time.
We'll see you later.
How fucking stupid are you, bruh?
Sincere, scale of one to ten?
Hey, you hear from Robert?
Uh, not lately. He's fucking benched.
He's probably climbing the walls at home.
Oh. Well, I need his 20.
And not a day goes by we don't know where he's at, okay?
Mike, he's not making any noise about Evelyn.
Well, that doesn't reassure.
Kyle just took the fucking hit. I'm next on the D.A.'s list.
I'm not saying shit. He got no cause.
Just keep your eyes on him, all right? Thank you.
I can't believe... that Kyle's taking the fall for that fucker.
I'd throw Robert's ass under the bus with a quickness.
Yeah, throw him under the bus, and then what?
Well, sleep like a fucking baby is what. Fuck Robert.
Kyle's not doing this for Robert.
Kyle flips on Robert,
Robert's facing countless fucking murder charges.
That fucker will not go down quietly.
Everything he knows about you,
me,
Mitch when he was alive, Mike?
Kyle's not doing this for Robert, Stevie.
He's doing it for us.
Ad Seg's the fucking Candy Land of prison.
It's a good post for a green CO.
Inmates are on lockdown for 23 hours a day.
When you move a body,
you do so in two- or three-man teams.
It's a fucking cakewalk.
Of course, I'm being a glass-half-full kind of guy.
Yeah, you're an optimist. I appreciate it.
All right. Give me the glass-half-empty version.
These fucks here?
These are the lowest of the low...
murderers, chomos,
serial rapists, snitches.
- You see this line here? - Yeah.
This ain't the yellow brick fucking road, okay?
You stay five feet back at all times.
Do not cross that, unless you're partnered up
- with somebody. - Supposed to be today.
- Now supposed to be tomorrow? - They'll snatch you through the bars...
Supposed to be yesterday, you fucks.
All right? Now it's supposed to be today, okay?
Don't even engage with them. You don't engage.
Okay? Just keep moving.
There is one,
one exception to this cardinal carceral rule...
inmate coming in today.
He's a cop. He's sanctified.
He's not to be fucked with.
Him, we guard with our fucking lives.
What's he serving time for?
For being a stand-up guy.
Not accidental. The train was used as a murder weapon.
Cut their heads off.
Not like the fucking cartoon...
All right, just check your records.
Jane Doe, few hours outside town.
I... I just dropped her off at the bus station a month ago.
Fuck me.
- Jesus, Iris. - Yeah.
It's a different jurisdiction.
They just started broadcasting for next of.
She's got no family, Stevie.
- How do you know? - I know. Okay? I just, I know.
- What about Mikey, man? - No, no.
Never. That just...
- This stays between us. - They're gonna
put her in a pauper's grave, if we don't do something, man.
I will deal with it. Just fucking leave it to me, okay?
If I got to pay for it myself, I'll deal with it.
- _ - Fuck. What the...
You afraid to cross the threshold, Evelyn? What now?
I didn't want to put you on the spot,
embarrass you in front of your colleagues.
Yeah, well, I don't blush easy. You know that. What's up?
It's now or never, Ian. Paperwork's signed.
- Kyle goes in tomorrow. - I know what fucking day it is.
- You can stop it. - You can stop it.
It's all you, Evelyn.
Give me Robert Sawyer, Kyle walks free.
Give me Sawyer.
I'll forget about Charlie and Morrissey.
So, you'll-you'll...
you'll forsake your sainted whistleblower?
Is that what you're saying?
- Greater evils, Ian. - You know what?
You're fast becoming a greater evil.
- I won't... I can't help you. - That's a shame,
'cause I've compiled a lot of footage,
CCTV, traffic cams, Ring cams.
I can put you in the neighborhood. I can put you on the street
the day that Morrissey died.
Home movies, Evelyn. Home movies.
We're going to the grand jury.
I will see you in the coliseum.
Good luck with that.
Asshole.
- Come on. Are you fucking crazy? - What?
Are you following her? What are you doing?
Open the door. All right?
Fucking Jesus Christ.
Just drive. You're lucky that fucking she didn't see you.
- I'm just fucking driving, man. - All right.
- I got fuck-all else to do. - Let's go.
All you got to fucking do is be cool.
That's all you got to do. Don't stir shit up.
Following the D.A., that counts as stirring shit up.
Yeah, that's fucking easy for you to say.
No, it's not easy. None of this is fucking easy. Come on.
You're on the job. I got no place to put this shit.
I mean, what the fuck am I supposed to do? Right?
It's driving me fucking crazy. It's definitely
- driving Patty crazy. - Fuck. Robbie...
She's got questions I know she's not asking.
- Jesus Christ. - There's shit that I couldn't fucking answer
- even if she fucking did. - You're over-fucking-thinking it.
You're fucking overthinking this shit.
Kyle just fucking took a two-year bid to protect you.
- That... - He is not gonna talk.
That shit is solely on him.
- That motherfucker... - Okay.
... nearly took me off the board. I had an armed suspect
in my sights, and Kyle shot me?
I mean, he shoots me, and I'm the fucking bad guy.
How does that even fucking compute?
No, fuck him. Fuck Mike, and fuck you,
- for that matter. - All right. Are you fucking done?
Here it is. Bide your goddamn fucking time.
That's all you got to do is bide your time.
He's not gonna talk. If he was gonna say shit, he would've said shit.
And Mike is not part of it. Robbie, it's me and you.
Our fucking heads are on the goddamn chopping block here.
Okay?
I don't know where Mike's head's at any more than you do,
but what I do know is it starts and ends with the goddamn D.A.
And, Robbie, the math is simple.
Mike doesn't want to solve the problem,
at a certain point, somebody's got to.
I'm just saying.
Hey.
I'm honored, Mike.
Why is that?
Mayor of Kingstown comes to my humble office.
Oh. Office may be humble.
You? Not so sure about that.
Mm. Sit.
You are here because your brother will join us tomorrow.
Yes.
I'm here to ensure that he has a soft landing.
So, um, why don't you take care of my brother Kyle,
and I'll take care of you?
Uh, give me an example, please, of you taking care of me.
Well, you know who am I, so...
if there's beef between your gangs, you call me.
If your COs start to color outside the lines, you call me.
There's not a problem in here that I can't solve for you.
I don't anticipate needing any assists, Mike, I'm being honest.
I know that you and my predecessor had an arrangement,
- but I am not Kareem. - Mm.
There's no more free passes.
This is my castle now, and only I can lower the drawbridge.
If I do need any help, I will call.
And I promise to protect Kyle, like I do all my wards.
I will keep him alive.
I might need more than that, "keep him alive," Warden.
If you look me up... I assume you have...
you will see that violence reduces like a sauce,
wherever I serve.
Uh...
it would mean a lot if...
you put Carney in Ad Seg.
It's a friendly face for my brother.
Well, I can't do that. CO Carney's a veteran.
I need him in the yard, walking the tiers, you know that.
Right. Yeah. Okay.
Who do you have housed in Ad Seg right now?
Privacy issues there, Mike.
Where's Merle Callahan?
He's in the infirmary. He won't get to Kyle.
Man's on his last legs as it is.
Why don't we just cut the shit?
Let me tell you this.
I have sway in these walls, okay?
If anything happens to my brother...
there's gonna be consequences.
You want peace in your castle, you'll protect him.
What the fuck?
Ah, shit.
I got an unresponsive female on Tripp and Westmoreland.
Another day.
All right, just get here fast, all right?
Another beautiful damned day.
You'll be all right.
Hey.
- Morning. - You get any sleep?
Uh, yeah, just enough.
Just enough to have nightmares.
You're human, Mike.
That right? Is that an insight?
You can't save everyone.
You think you can,
which is what turns your dreams to nightmares.
Yeah, that's insight.
Well, there's only a few people in this town worth saving,
so I'll worry about them.
You're on that list.
Thank you.
You better turn your ass right around, right now.
You don't answer my calls, I don't know what you expect.
- Oh, come on. - You need to fuck off.
Rebecca, I need to see him.
- Fuck off, right now. - Could you just... Mike! Mike?
Are you serious?
Okay.
Excuse me.
Don't sit.
I've done all I can, Mike.
You have, Evelyn. You've done all that you can.
You know what I did yesterday?
I spent my entire day
making sure my brother doesn't get murdered,
soon as he sets foot in a prison.
- That was Kyle's choice. - It was Kyle's choice?
Yeah, that was his choice.
Mike, it's not like he doesn't have an out.
He has a fucking canyon of a seam.
- The fuck are you doing here? - Could run a freight train
- through that seam. - What the fuck are you doing here?
Talk to Kyle. Mike, fucking beg him.
I know why you're here.
'Cause you know you're wrong.
You know what you did is wrong.
Kyle's the only good man in this shithole town,
and you're putting him away.
If he was good, he would do the right thing.
Oh, he's good, Evelyn, and you fucking know it.
And the only thing he can do is go in that box you put him in.
No. I-I gave him the lightest possible
fucking sentence, Mike. It's not on me.
Amend the condition to the surrender, then.
- You cannot... - You can do that.
You don't define the terms.
Jesus Christ.
Kyle goes in like any other prisoner, Mike,
just like you did.
Okay.
You can get out now.
Evelyn, you're dead to me.
Fucking dead.
Get out.
Get the fuck out.
He's here.
Okay. Come here.
Come here.
Oh, come on. Oh, come on.
No, no, no, no. Don't. Not now.
Not now. You're okay.
You're okay. You're okay.
I know. You're okay.
It's gonna be okay.
- All right? - Okay.
Come on, come on, come on.
All right.
Okay, bye, bud.
Hey, right here. From inside.
Tell me something good, Raph.
Wish I could.
Bogotá's not budging.
Looks like we gonna have to stand by that last installment.
Nah, that's some bullshit.
We don't,
we squabble.
When that ever been a problem?
Shit. My problem.
Roberto...
he taking orders or giving 'em?
That's just fucking it, Bunny.
I don't know, but he's got swagger, though.
Hmm. I ain't got nobody to haggle with on the outside.
If I did, you know I would.
I can manage it.
Yeah.
Yeah, that's why you top dog.
I went to see your family the other day.
I talked to Roe.
Yeah. Yeah, they settling. They settling. Yeah.
Trey hitting them books.
Means the world, Bun.
All right.
It's what I owe.
What you doing for me is...
I'm gonna line that nest, Raph.
When you come home, you coming to a new world.
Yeah, all right.
- Hey. Yo. You all right? - Yeah.
- I'll be right in. - Okay.
Whoa. Hey.
Hey. Hey.
- Get in here. Get in here. - Ah!
- So proud of you. - Hey.
We got him in Ad Seg.
It's rookies and geriatrics.
You know, vets collecting their pensions.
Freshman are too scared to get out there
and swim with this new warden to do shit.
Yeah, that doesn't really help me, Carney.
Let's go, let's go!
Well, there's the newbie.
Yeah? And?
I don't shit where I eat, but she's fucking hot. I'm just saying.
Okay, well, try not to.
She's been prepped.
- I prepped her. - Okay.
She knows Kyle is precious cargo.
Yeah, well, I'm not so concerned
about what happens when he's in his cell, Carney. All right?
I'm more concerned about crossing the fucking battlefield
to get to his cell.
Well, his bus lands at 4:00, so...
Yeah, great. Yard time.
When the yard's out.
I fucking tried to move it, okay?
The warden's not gonna rearrange the schedule
so that Kyle can avoid getting fucking catcalled,
- okay? - Yeah.
Look, Mullen will escort him.
No, you do it, Carney. Hey, you do it.
I'm fucking trying everything I fucking can.
My hands are tied. Mullens is good people.
He will take Kyle. He will process him.
He will walk him to his cell,
and he will tuck him in real nice and fucking tight.
That's a long fucking walk, Carney.
Cheers!
You know...
I can't help feeling like...
I deserve this, Mike.
I mean, not for Robert, though. Fuck that. That's...
That's not a crime, but...
you know, Mom, and...
Hey, Kyle, why don't you roll down your window for me?
- Hmm? - Get some fresh air.
- No, I'm fucking fine, man. - No, no, it's just...
Just fucking do it, would you? Please?
Sober up for me.
In fact, here, take one of these. Okay?
- No. - Go ahead. Clear your head.
- Come on. - I'd just rather be numb, Mike.
It's not an option. Just take one.
Thank you.
I need you to listen to me. Okay, Kyle?
The only time you're gonna be safe
is when you're in your cell.
And even then, it's not 100%.
Every con wants to make their mark.
Killing a cop, it's prison royalty.
So watch everyone without watching.
Trust no one, unless I tell you to do so.
Con looks at you wrong, you do not look away,
but do not meet his eye.
Someone will come after you, Kyle.
Most fucking certainly.
But you do your best to defend yourself.
You put them the fuck down, and you walk away, you hear me?
You do not become them to survive.
It is my job to ensure that doesn't happen.
All right. Let's go.
Check in on Tracy and Mitch?
Yeah.
Yeah, you know I will. Of course.
Okay.
All right, I love you.
- I love you, too. - Yeah.
Out-of-state plates, Bunny.
Shit.
- Yeah? - Hey, Mike,
somebody took a shot at the big man. They missed.
We're in fucking pursuit.
We've got four Hispanic males
in a VW fucking piñata on wheels.
- Okay. Where? - 44 and Wilbur, westbound.
- I'm on my way. - No. Mikey.
No. It's an update, not an invitation.
You're not the fucking posse.
Okay. Whatever.
All right, I'm gonna give you directions.
And you do what I tell you, and nothing else.
Remove your shirt.
Take your pants off.
Remove your underwear.
Lift your junk.
All right. Turn around and face away from me.
Let me see the bottoms of your feet.
All right, the other one.
All right. Now bend over
and spread.
Cough.
Motherfucker!
Hold up, Kyle.
You lost?
Oh, this motherfucker.
Hey. What fucking block you belong to?
Fucking piece of shit!
Fucking. Stevie?
In the car! Hands!
- Let me see your goddamn hands! - Back in the car.
Fucking in the car! Hands up! Hands up!
I know you're in there, you fuck!
Let me see your fucking hands!
Hey!
Goddamn it! Let's see your fucking hands!
Hands!
Get him outta there. Get him out. Get him out.
- Fucking fucker. - Don't fucking move.
Don't move.
Mikey!
- Hands behind your back. - Don't fucking move.
Get him up. Get him the fuck up.
It's okay, we're here now. Gonna have to move.
Oh, God.
Hey.
Did you get your homework done, babe?
Uh, I'll do it after supper.
- All right. Okay. - I don't have a ton.
You were smoking.
Don't be a narc.
Did you get that for free? You should show Mom.
Do you know what this means?
Show me.
We did this one last year.
How are my brilliant young scholars doing this evening, huh?
How are we doing? Oh.
Mwah.
Come on.
I'm gonna let that little sicario kid cool his fucking heels.
He's not saying much other than "abogado", anyway.
Mikey, he did have one question
- about that fucking guy you popped. - Yeah?
I mean, Mikey,
could be a blood relation, just so you know.
I mean, fucking Colombia's in fucking Kingstown, Mikey.
Well, at least we know who killed the Russians.
Yeah.
Kyle's gonna be okay.
Mikey, you checked every fucking box.
He's gonna do his time, and when he's released,
- a whole new fucking life. - Yeah.
You're white-knuckling it.
I get it.
All you can do.
Free piece of fucking advice.
You keep doing that.
You're hurting, I know, but I don't give a goddamn
if your ribs pierce your fucking heart.
You want to live, do not go to sick bay.
You heal right here.
Not a screw or a con doesn't know you're a cop.
And any space not here,
any distance between points A and B, well...
it's a kill zone.
Get some rest, brother.
Aw, shit.
- Yeah, what... - Mike, he's okay, okay?
Let's just fucking start right there.
Kyle is okay.
What? What happened?
I don't know. Some fucking inmate with a
lock in his sock fucking broke Mullen's jaw,
and then he went after Kyle.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Is he in the infirmary?
No, no, no. He refused, like a fucking soldier.
He got worked over good, but the COs got to him in time, man,
well in fucking time, and...
Look, I swear, he's in his cell, and he's on the mend.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, got you. Got it. Got it.
Goddamn it! God fucking damn it!
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