Previously on Mayor of Kingstown...
You are here because your brother will join us tomorrow.
I know that you and my predecessor had an arrangement,
but I am not Kareem.
This is my castle now.
Kyle shot me, and I'm the fucking bad guy.
Tell them why you did it.
This is a house of fucking cards, Trace,
and I can't be the reason that it comes falling down.
Give me Sawyer.
I'll forget about Charlie and Morrissey.
- I can't help you. - That's a shame.
This fucking train
- decapitated these fuckers. - Jesus.
Well, this... this is the devil we don't know.
Bogotá's not budging.
Looks like we gonna have to stand by that last installment.
- Bullshit. - We don't, we squabble.
Mike. Somebody took a shot at the big man.
If anything happens to my brother,
there's gonna be consequences.
You want to live,
do not go to sick bay.
You heal right here.
I believe in Jesus Christ, His only son, our Lord,
conceived by the Holy Ghost,
was crucified, died and was buried.
He descended into Hell...
Today is the day, today,
not fucking tomorrow.
No, no. It'll have to be.
They fucking lie! They always lie!
...and life everlasting. Amen.
Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy Name.
Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done,
on Earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
Forgive those
who trespass against us...
Deliver us from evil...
Settling in is a bitch.
Never easy.
You alive, brother?
Knock once for "yes," twice for "no."
Been over a week, goddamn it.
I got to see my counselor today!
T-O-D-A-Y, to-fucking-day!
Get me out of this cage!
I need to see my counselor!
I haven't seen my counselor in a week, okay?! Goddamn it!
hallowed be Thy name.
Barnes, step away from the bars!
You're seeing your counselor tomorrow, okay?
- Cut the bullshit. Be quiet. - Get over here!
Hey, I don't know you.
Oh, God. Listen to me.
- I... - They told you last night
that you're seeing your counselor tomorrow, I promise.
Step away from the bars.
Step away...
- You cunt. - from the bars. Step... away...
- You cunt! - Now!
I believe in the Holy Spirit, the communion of saints
the forgiveness of sins, the resurrection
of the body and life everlasting.
Oh, my God!
Officer?
Officer, call for backup.
Stephens, I need help in Ad Seg.
I need immediate backup. We got a prisoner down.
We got a prisoner down. I need immediate backup.
Call 911!
Holy fuck.
Get the captain down here.
Fucking Mondays.
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I'm on my way to you.
Getting in before Hobbs gets there, all right?
Make sure there's no bullshit at the gate.
- All right. I'm on it. - Carney, if you were on it,
none of this would be happening, would it?
If you were on it, my brother wouldn't be a fucking punching bag.
If you were on it...
I'm doing what the fuck I can, I promise you,
- I'll try. - Are you eating right now?
Yeah, I'm fucking eating. It's breakfast.
Jesus Christ, Carney. This is not snack time.
I'll get you through the gate, all right?
And I'll keep my eyes on Kyle, that's... the best I can do.
This new warden and her little deputy, Torres...
shit, they've-they've got my balls in a vice.
I've got no sway.
Carney, I think it's time maybe you put on a smile,
shake some hands, make some new friends,
figure it the fuck out.
What's that CO in Ad Seg? The new one?
- The one you have a crush on? - Cindy... Stephens. Why?
Russell's tonight. After you clock out, be there.
I want to meet her. Thank you. Bye.
Hi. This is Tracy.
- Please, leave a message - Fuck. Goddamn it
and I'll get back to you as soon as possible.
Hey, Trace, it's me.
Look, before you go visit Kyle,
please call me first. It's important.
Thank you.
Fuck!
Let's try this again.
- What's your fucking name? - ¿Cómo se llama?
Abogado.
Who told you to take out Bunny Washington?
- Abogado. - Okay, fuck it.
I'm gonna throw a big word down here, fucker. "Reciprocity."
Know what that means?
Means you give me something, I give you something back.
Now, you tell me who called the hit,
I get you a fucking lawyer, you walk the fuck out of here.
Abogado.
Fucking Jesus Christ, English, por favor.
- Abogado. - "Abo..."
Nobody cares about your avocados. All right?
Nobody gives a fuck.
I get what you're saying. "I need a lawyer."
You got no ID, fucker. You don't fucking exist.
So, here's what I'm thinking. Maybe we put you
downstairs in a goddamn cell. Huh?
¿Comprende, amigo?
And do yourself a fucking favor.
Give me something in my native tongue. I know you fucking speak it.
Hablo English. Come on, Pablo.
Hablo English. Hablo.
Hablo English?
Fuck you.
I told you! You owe me five bucks. Thank you, sir.
- Motherfucker. - Thanks, big boss.
? She'll be driving six white horses ?
? Driving six white horses ?
? Driving six white horses when she comes ?
Heard you had some static yesterday.
Distractions.
Bogotá go after the Russians, come at me,
I'll pay 'em a visit soon.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
It wasn't the Colombians took out Brighton Beach.
That you?
A gift to my enterprising young brother.
Show you my intent.
What you expect in return?
Partnership, 'cause I've been watching you, Deverin.
What you won's been hard-fought.
- You need an ally. - I never did before.
Well, your move on Moscow opened up some prime real estate.
The Russians held that border pipeline for years,
and now there's a vacuum.
And they'll come back and fill it, or the Mexicans, the Aryans.
I mean, the cartel just tried to take you out.
Now, I'd see that you get to keep what you've earned, Deverin.
Only family call me that, Frank.
Well, shit.
A rabbit's something to be chased, right?
A fearful creature.
Now, is that you, son? Are you fearful?
Don't fear a goddamn thing.
Now, I'm thankful for the gift.
What do you want in return?
A future.
You coming up or not?
All right.
Yo, Jake, we're doing this private.
I'm an insulated man, D,
a legitimized man.
I outsource, I franchise, I delegate.
I own this yard we're sitting in right now,
and I use it to run product.
And what I offer you is cross-border transport.
Security. For 30%.
Ten sound better.
20, then. Split the difference.
All right. We gonna do this.
But with respect, I know your rep,
but I ain't in the business of taking anybody's word for shit.
I hear you.
I'm gonna meet every player,
every rider on this here Pony Express.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
You're gonna meet everybody in the network.
See, I'm in the business of paying shit forward, D.
For real.
But I have a request, too.
You misspoke before.
You have a partner.
It's time I met the mayor.
- Mike. - Hobbs.
Had I known you'd be here, I would've ordered for two at the drive-thru.
So, you want to tell me what the fuck happened?
I mean, we just talked about this.
But not 24 hours later,
my brother gets beaten to a pulp in your prison.
Want to explain that?
- Your brother... - Kyle.
- McLusky. Yeah. - Right.
I am sorry that Kyle got into a fight.
Fight? It's not a playground.
- No. No, it is not. - Right? Right?
But you know the world, Mike, you know this life.
- Mm-hmm. - I am not in control
of every variable, and it is not my job to reach out
to family every time there's an incident.
Not what you sang yesterday.
You rule with an iron fist.
But a velvet glove.
I am still settling in, Mike. Just give me a beat.
Yeah.
Well, if you can't hold up your end of the bargain,
I can't hold up mine.
We have no bargain.
Oh, so you didn't promise to look after my brother?
I told you I would keep him alive. Is he?
I am a woman of my word.
Okay, from this point on...
anything that happens to my brother in your prison,
I'll make sure happens to you.
Okay?
I, too, am a man of my word.
Thank you.
- You okay? - Yeah.
I think it's time to reassign Carney.
- So soon? - Yeah.
Vestiges of the past. Should've done it day one.
Little man doesn't know where his bread is buttered.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Check your mailbox.
Front door, brother.
You need distraction.
Few puffs won't give you cancer.
Hey, tell me Raphael's got a line
on that motherfucker who put hands on my brother?
Some shitcake trying to make his bones, is the word.
Yeah, any affiliation?
None to speak of.
Just a garden-variety Ritz cracker,
straight from the big box, you feel me?
If it's sanctioned, you'd know it, right?
It's been months since them Aryans could've made that play.
- And the Russians? - Nah.
The Red Scare's over, baby. Take the win.
Well, Bogotá comes at you on the streets,
Raphael feel that inside?
They flexing.
- Yeah. - Greedy as anybody,
but they smart, too. Know when to stand, know when to sit.
- Shit. Shit. - And to play it up
when they want something.
But these little skirmishes ain't no war, Mike.
- Not yet. Not yet. - Nah.
Stealth mode, papi.
Colombians ain't gonna bother your brother none, all right?
They sure as shit bothered the Russians on the tracks.
Stealth mode, my ass.
Yeah. Sure enough, sure enough.
Sure enough.
Your poker face is for shit, Bunny.
- That's 'cause I got something to share. - Yeah.
You think?
Wasn't the cartel did Moscow.
Was it you, Bunny?
Frank Moses. Oldhead out of Detroit.
Jesus Christ. Yeah, yeah, I know him, yeah.
Russians was his gift to me.
There ain't no such thing as gifts, Bunny.
Fucking give you plenty.
Quit fucking around. What are you doing?
We joining forces.
I get cover from an OG who ain't never done time.
He gets his dough, I make way more,
you get peace in your valley.
Sounds like escalation to me.
Nah, no.
That man spent decades diversifying his assets,
and now he finna cash out.
Spend the rest of his days in Saint Croix.
Yeah, who isn't, huh?
Life is short, man.
I'm doing it right now, man. I'm enterprising.
Well, look, you knew the burden that outsiders bring upon us.
We don't have to keep taking out the trash, man.
I wouldn't venture out with this shit if I didn't see an opportunity.
Yeah? And I ain't going in blind.
I see the hazard, and you know I'll handle.
Well, it ain't you I'm worried about.
I appreciate that.
Moses wants an audience.
Yeah.
I mean, that man coming correct.
- Okay. - Coming with respect.
Just meet with him, that's all I ask.
Yeah, I'll meet with him.
Raphael meets the man put hands on my brother.
That motherfucker gonna hear that shit loud and clear, Mike.
Loud and clear.
17, got a visit.
Give me your hands.
Step back.
Step out.
Let's go.
Hey, Clyde, I got it from here.
Why don't you get back to your fucking Sudoku, crosswords, whatever.
I'll take him.
Ain't got to twist my arm, Carnoscopy.
Stephens, hang back, I got him.
Jesus Christ, man, I'm fucking sorry.
It's not your fault.
Mike's working every angle, I'm fucking...
I promise you, this won't happen again.
All right. I know.
- Oh, fuck. - Hold on. Hey. Hey, hey, hey.
Look at me. Look at me. Hey.
Breathe through your nose.
Stand up slowly.
Slowly stand.
Stand. You got this.
Breathe, breathe. Like that.
Is this, uh... is this Mike I'm seeing?
No, it's Tracy.
Oh, fuck no.
- No, no, no. - No, no, no. Now, look at me...
She can't see me...
- She can't see me like this. - Kyle.
- I don't want her to see me like this. - Kyle, look, look, look, look.
- I don't want her to see me like this. - Hey, stop. Stop.
- Just fucking stop. Okay? - Fuck.
You can't leave her down there like that. It'll make shit worse.
She'll just start imagining what happened to you.
Come on. Come on, come on. Come on, come on, come on. Come on.
Come on, brother.
- I'll buy you some time. - Okay.
Kyle, what the fuck happened?
It's not as bad as it looks.
Guess I should see the other guy.
Did they take you to the infirmary?
I didn't need it, Trace. I'm okay.
Not until a doc sees it, you're-you're not.
We don't know if your ribs are bruised or broken.
- If there's a fracture... - Please. Please, please.
there's a chance that you're bleeding internally.
Hey, hey. I said I'm okay.
Does it hurt to breathe?
I can't go to the infirmary. You know that.
Well, maybe I go see the new warden and ask
what kind of shop she's fucking running here.
I talked to Carney, Mike's taking care of it, Trace.
Yeah. Bang-up fucking job so far.
Look...
if you can't handle coming here
and seeing me like this, I get it.
Hey, there is nothing I can't...
You don't have to come here, is what I'm saying.
There's nothing I can't handle.
I don't want to go 12 rounds with you.
Tough shit.
Tough shit. Okay.
This is what you married, Kyle. Can't turn it off.
I surrender. I surrender.
Goddamn right you surrender.
I'm not leaving you alone, okay? Not a fucking chance.
I see what happens when family stops coming.
The ones inside break.
So don't ask me to stop, because you know I won't.
I won't.
I'm sorry.
I love you.
How's our little guy?
Huh?
Hey, come on. Come on.
Let's go, ladies, let's go. On the ice.
Skates are tight.
Don't want to see any ankle-burners out there.
Let's go!
Mike.
Fuck you doing here?
- You got community service? - How's our boy?
Ah, he's beat to shit, but Carney says he's all right.
What the fuck is Carney doing?
You got a line on the hitter?
It's being handled.
We know who hit Bunny?
The Colombian kid we took in is not saying shit.
There's some weird fuckery with that. Can you not raise the fucking puck?
Hey. Watch your language.
- Friggin' puck. My bad. - Fucking Jesus Christ.
I'm keeping 'em out of fucking juvie, man. Jesus Christ.
- Is that what you're doing? - Kid we got in the box,
not much older than these guys, man. Ancient eyes, Mikey.
Yeah, how old we talking?
Like, 20. Maybe, at the most.
Kid has seen some haunting shit, man.
I'm in there, he just tells me to fuck off.
Yeah, well, I might like the guy already.
- Most English we got out of him. - We could charge
this fucking kid if we knew who the fuck we're charging.
- Mm. - But the prints came back.
They went nowhere. We got nothing.
Well, cut him loose.
To be clear,
cut loose a fucking cartel soldier who took a shot at Bunny Washington,
then turned on Kingstown's finest?
- Uh, namely me and Ian... - Namely us.
Well, you said you have nothing. Right?
He's unarmed. Cut him loose, see where he goes.
Mikey, when he gets on the next bus to fucking Bogotá?
Then what are we doing?
We don't know any more than we know now, do we?
Colombians are flexing on both sides of the walls.
Let's see who's calling the shots.
- Yeah. - Figure that out.
Come on, you fucker.
Give me something good here.
This fucking kid's doomed.
Living in an abandoned shithole.
What, doomed? You grow up in a mansion?
No shit. Hey, Captain.
Need you back at the station, Ferguson.
Yeah, we're right in the middle of something here, Cap.
- Not a request. - It's kind of important.
- Stevie and I are on a stakeout. - Keno's on his way.
I'm counting you down right fucking now.
Shit. Captain's cursing.
He's trying to put on a show for somebody.
Yeah.
It's done, Mike.
That message went out?
Broadcast large.
Baby bro gonna sleep good tonight.
Thanks, Bunny.
Shit.
- What'd I do now? - You got a VIP out in chairs.
We don't have VIPs here.
He says his name is Frank Moses.
He alone?
He is, 'cause his name alone
carries enough weight and consequence.
Yeah, yeah, I know who he is, Rebecca,
and I knew that he was gonna come. Just didn't know when.
Now we do. Thank you.
Mike, what business do we have with Detroit?
We don't. None.
Not my business, not yours.
'Cause you don't pay me enough for Motor City.
What, you want a raise?
You can have a raise fast as you can ask. Is that what you want?
This isn't a joke. That man's murderous.
Who isn't, in this fucking town?
Send him in, you'll never have to see him again.
Okay? I promise.
What's the matter? You just got a raise.
You're priceless.
Priceless, I say.
Mr. Moses?
Thank you very kindly, miss.
Mr. Moses.
Mr. McLusky.
Some coffee, water? They're both flammable.
I'm good.
So, what can I do for you?
- Got someone inside? - Got plenty inside.
Inside, six feet under, heaven above.
That's not the kind of outreach I seek.
Well, that's the only kind we got.
Well, whatever keeps your name on the door
and the checks coming in.
It is impossible not to notice that you have a real gift.
- Yeah, what's that? - Taking care of your town.
Well, I look after my friends.
Indeed. I've been watching Deverin from afar, some time.
Impressive how he's able to hold his own.
Bunny is a force of nature.
He is that, he is that.
But true dominance takes time.
I see my own ambition in our friend.
I see his future.
See yours, too.
Oh, wow.
Are you some sort of prophet?
"A prophet is not without honor, except in his hometown,
amongst his family, and in his own household."
That's Mark 6:4.
Yeah. I'm a little rusty on my Sunday school.
It means I'm not from Kingstown, Mike,
so, maybe, being an outsider, I can prophesy some.
Hustle as long as I have, shit comes in shorthand.
You learn when to buy, when to sell, who postures, who proves.
And you, son, oh, you've proved yourself.
I don't know what I can do for you.
There's nothing that I can offer
that you don't already have.
You're about to have a fresh plague of outsiders
descend on your town.
It's already started.
And wouldn't you rather it just me?
I know the arrangement that you and Bunny have.
It seems a bit generous on your part.
It's not. I make a profit, Bunny shaves off some of the risk.
It's a partnership.
And if I can better educate the brother, it's all upside.
So, you're always once removed?
Or twice. Or thrice.
So when the shit rains down,
your partners, they get wet, you don't.
My partners profit.
And they know the risk.
Sorry.
I don't think I can provide the outreach that you need.
This humble-pie act don't suit you.
Deverin's won because of you,
the checks and balances you maintain,
your control of the law.
I have friends on both sides of the wall.
And I want your friends to be mine, Mike.
So name your price.
Yeah, look, I appreciate the offer,
and I know Bunny does, too, but my payout is peace.
Or at least the promise of it, you know?
Uh, not for profit.
Then I ask your blessing while I shut things down.
You may see some death spasms, but I promise you this:
Any loose ends, Deverin and I will tie off with restraint.
Was that restraint on the tracks?
I just finished what you started, Mike,
with Sunter and Noskov.
You pitched a solid eight innings,
I came in the ninth and closed.
Almost like we're partners already.
Appreciate this.
I'll be seeing you.
Shut the door.
- Have a seat. - No, no, I'm good. I'll stand.
What'd you got?
Run the tape.
Okay, and?
It's what I told you.
Ian, it's what I warned.
That last one?
That's you returning Charlie to Anchor Bay
11 minutes after you left Morrissey's house.
I can't leave a place I've never been.
Evelyn, I mean, come on.
All right? You can run that tape over and over again
all day every day, because you know
what you're not gonna see is me behind the wheel,
'cause I wasn't fucking there.
I mean... the Captain... Jesus Christ...
There's no license plate, there's no fucking ID,
and you know you don't have shit, right?
That's why you're here fucking fishing. Come on.
Okay, look, out of respect for this department...
That is a crock of shit. You don't have any fucking respect.
I'm here as a courtesy, Ian, to both of you.
Okay? 'Cause I am going to the grand jury,
and I am going to press charges. It is just a matter of time.
There's no fucking evidence.
That's just subjective horseshit, Evelyn.
You see anything you want... Loch Ness Monster, fat Elvis.
- You can't see a license plate. - That is your car.
You know how many fucking Dodge Chargers
are registered in the state of Michigan? Look it up.
Fucking evidence. That's not it.
Ian, I don't want to be here any more than you do,
but I can't not do my job.
You know what you need to do.
- Your, uh... - Keep it.
It'll give you time to process.
Consider the implications.
Oh, we'll get right back to you, Counselor.
I mean, you can keep your threats.
You don't have shit, you never had shit,
you still don't have shit.
If you did, you'd bring it. Have a nice day!
I mean, Jesus Christ,
you walked me into that fucking buzzsaw?
Are you a cop or a fucking doorman?
- But you were out of line, Ian. - Out of line?
That's what you got for me? Holy fuck.
Super fucking helpful, Captain.
The CI team sees this as retaliation.
History of violence finally caught up with him.
Of course it's retaliation.
His history of violence includes the assault on Kyle McLusky.
Big brother showing his reach.
I'm sorry, Nina.
This is on me. I should've been way ahead of this.
No, no, this is on me.
This is the one priority now.
McLusky pulls no fucking strings in my prison.
Understood. I'll make it so.
Yes, I know you will, I know.
We've dealt with worse, right?
Have we? I don't know.
God, this place.
Hey.
How you doing? Here, got it?
- Yeah. - You okay?
You know I'm not.
Yeah, look, I tried to warn you, Trace.
Wouldn't have made a difference.
Constant state of warning in this family.
Yeah.
Well, it's a... all-around fucked-up situation, you know?
But Kyle's making the best of it, right?
Right.
- Can you? - This is me making the best of it.
It's not his fault.
I know it's not his fault, Mike. None of this is.
And Kyle's doing the right thing, and he believes that.
And while he's in there, he needs you to believe it, too.
I don't. I think it's bullshit.
Trace, well, then, can you just fake it?
I bring Mitch home to an empty house, Mike, every night.
I wake up every morning without Kyle,
wake up when I've actually slept, which is rare,
worried that what happened to him
is-is happening every fucking day.
- I'm faking it the best I can. - Yeah.
Hey, look, um...
I'm sorry. I really am.
Okay?
I know you are, and I know you'd fix it if you could.
The only way Kyle gets through this,
and he sees the other side of this thing is if you got his back.
Without a doubt, without a question, he's got to know it.
All right.
- I got to go, Mike. He's hungry. - Yeah, yeah. Yeah.
Let me know if you need anything.
Thanks.
Hey! Hey, motherfucker!
Back the fuck up!
- What the fuck you doing? - I ain't doing shit!
Oh, yeah? Looks like you were trying to go into the hole, motherfucker.
Get the fuck out of here, you pinhead, before I crack your skull open.
How far does your head have to be up your own ass, Torres?
- Are you fucking braindead? - It's under control, Doug.
Three paces.
You're lucky to be alive.
Some bush-league shit.
Okay, Karla,
just make it clear that nothing comes out of his pocket, okay?
If the per diem doesn't cover his daily wage,
I'll just write him a check myself. Whatever.
Oh. Shit.
You good, Big Man?
I'm too big for this subcompact bullshit.
Trouble you for a word, ma'am?
You just caught me, Carney. What's up?
It's been a day.
Let's not keep your loved ones waiting.
Yeah, I won't keep you long.
You got family, Warden?
Uh, yes, Carney, what is it?
I saw something earlier. Something I can't really shake.
Oh?
Torres was tangled up in some Spanish shit
with an inmate at chow.
Which inmate?
Roberto Cruz.
Colombian hitter.
Nothing but bad news as long as I've been here.
I hear you. Go on.
Warden, excuse me for saying this.
I-I don't know what country club you came from,
but you both need to know, the convicts we keep here,
these guys are fucking killers.
They are the worst of the worst.
You need to keep your distance.
Seriously.
And Cruz?
That asshole?
A 50-fucking-foot pole, pardon my French.
Pardoned and no offense taken.
Your experiences bring insights, Carney. It's appreciated.
Keep it coming.
I will have a chat with Torres.
But know that we are prepared to handle our wards,
any means necessary.
Have a good night.
This partnership goes sideways, I need to know.
Moses cuts bait, I need to know.
Well, fucking "hello" to you, too, Mike.
And... listen to me...
if you're gonna drop a body,
can you please do it out of town
and not make my life more difficult than it already is? Thank you.
Oh, I take it you met the man, then?
Yeah, I did.
And?
And it's day by day, Bunny.
You know, you see a mentor, I see a machine gun nest.
He a way out is what the fuck he is.
I don't take on no fresh risk without no payday, not for this shit.
Don't need muscle to put up a fight against
them twitch-ass Colombians, neither.
No, this, Mike, this shit right here, this alliance?
It's all about family, I'm doing for mine.
Yeah, I hear you.
I understand.
Same as you do for yours, Mike.
We both owe something.
Bunny, I'm not saying that Moses is the wrong way to go here,
but if you're waiting to take over his kingdom,
I wouldn't hold my breath.
You know me better than that.
Oldhead don't push it forward, and it comes to my blood?
I'm taking his fucking kingdom.
Protect what's ours.
That's what matters.
It's all that matters.
- Put somebody out front, too. - I got you.
Chris.
Oh, hey, how you doing?
Good seeing you, man. Good to see you. Yeah.
How y'all doing?
Where your mom at now?
Hey, baby, how you doing?
Hey, good to see you, good to see you.
- How you doing, sir? - What up?
- Hey. - How y'all doing?
Kevin's in the back room.
All right.
The fuck you doing up in here, nigga?
Bunny, I'm sorry. I'm...
What happened to a fucking phone call?
I-I don't mean no disrespect.
I... I just needed a word,
just face-to-face.
- No, I'm good. - No, you're not.
You're at my sister's birthday.
You gonna act like you at a party,
and you're gonna fucking drink.
And speak.
Okay.
So, I was... I was thinking.
Maybe it's time I move on from the Anchor.
Something I need to know?
This new warden.
Ain't-ain't much I can do.
Changing of the guards, you know?
Just thinking maybe there's more I could do outside,
bigger things.
See, that's your problem right there.
You don't do the thinking. I think.
As long as you do what's asked, this motor gonna hum.
Now, nothing gonna last forever,
but it is what it is right now.
Yes, sir.
All you got to do is play the game, all right?
You work the new warden like you did the old.
You charm the fuck out of her, man. Come on, man.
And you come near my family again,
I'm gonna put a bullet in your ass, nigga.
I know damn well you ain't doing business in my party.
Bounce.
Just giving a little free advice to the young buck right there.
Yeah. Yeah, that reasons.
Don't see nobody paying good money for your advice.
God, you gonna go there?
- Oh, I've been there. - Come on, sis.
I know some shit. I've-I've seen some shit.
Mm-hmm. Spend even one day in my life, I dare you.
Try being 40 with two kids, okay?
You've seen a lot.
Get your ass out of here!
Happy birthday, Whitney.
Happy birthday.
Care package, brother.
Take it for the pain, if you want, if it helps.
No rule says infirmary can't come to us.
Some people aren't raised right.
Never taught to love thy neighbor as thyself.
Just want to tell you,
sick fuck that gave you that warm welcome?
Met his maker.
You got reach, brother.
Never knew a con kill for a cop.
That's the mother of anomalies.
Want to hear that story.
When you're ready, I'm all ears.
You Cindy?
I was starting to worry I got stood up.
Nope.
Thanks. Uh, look, could I get a whiskey, neat?
Great minds.
Yeah.
Fuck's Carney?
He said he's gonna be here in ten minutes...
30 minutes ago.
Yeah, right. If a ball needs to be dropped...
- Listen, I... - Thank you.
I can't really w-wait around.
That right? What else you got going on?
I got three kids to put to bed, so,
why don't you just tell me what it is you need?
I'm assuming it's not Carney contingent.
Yeah. No, it's not.
It's about your brother?
Yeah, Kyle. He was just processed.
- And he's not to be fucked with? - And he was.
Yeah.
Look, I'm really sorry.
I'm keeping an eye on him,
and he is healing.
Look, uh, my brother is doing time for a very good reason.
He's not a criminal. He's a family man,
and he's not suited for life inside.
So, here's where you come in.
I need a friendly face for him, inside.
I need your eyes and ears on him for me.
When he wakes up, to the yard,
to the showers, till lights out.
Yeah, okay.
I'll also need you to pick up when I call.
You'd be my lifeline.
I'm... a few days out of training.
- That's good. - I could not be more green.
All right, look,
as long as I'm not pissing anybody off,
or crossing any DOC red lines, I will pick up your phone calls.
I'll give him a nod from time to time. All right?
You know, there is a lot of inmate turnover in Ad Seg.
Guys in there 'cause they cause a lot of trouble,
others 'cause they want to avoid it.
Yeah, it seems so.
I need to know who the fuck is in there with Kyle.
I need that list.
In case someone means him harm?
Goddamn right.
Pop, it's coming.
Just give me a second.
Always the highlights, never the game.
I never get that.
Attention span.
What do you think? They got a shot this year, Pop?
I'm gonna stay alive until I...
till I see the Stanley Cup raised.
I don't want you staying alive that long.
You can handle a fork and knife?
I look like an invalid, smart ass?
Yeah. Careful. It's hot.
Listen, I'm gonna run out for a little bit, okay?
Don't die on me, you old fart.
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