Previously on Mayor of Kingstown...
Who climbed over the wall?
Pete McDonough and, uh, Merle Callahan.
Surprise.
What can I do for you?
Do you have a problem with how I run things?
- I'm loyal, Merle. - That's good.
Lamar, what did they offer you?
Nobody offered me shit.
Six months ago, you get busted
dealing on one of Frank's corners.
You're in a world of trouble.
There's a way out of this.
A way you can make it up to Bunny.
All these years, we still fucking here,
holding things down while everybody else is in the dirt.
Mikey, I'm fucking sorry.
The cocksucker set your house on fire, Mike.
Where is he? Look at me.
Where's fucking Callahan?
Kyle...
Where the fuck is he?!
Stevie's gonna talk to Patty. Meet her at the morgue.
He's gonna get a cop's funeral.
Yeah. You good?
Yeah, I've been better,
I mean, fucking he made his own bed, Mike.
Robert made his own goddamn bed here.
Keep that in mind. Did all you could.
Yeah.
And, uh, what about the status of Callahan?
Fucking shitshow.
I mean, the... by the time Belleville PD showed up,
he was in the wind, but everybody's on it, Mike.
Everybody's on.
We are gonna get this piece of shit.
Yeah, well, I have to put this fucker down for Kyle's sake.
- My poor brother. - Yeah.
Hey.
It's fucking unbelievable, Mike.
Coward's way out.
Mike, I'm so sorry about Tracy.
Appreciate it.
I need your help.
Okay?
I need Kyle out, like, now.
Kyle's under watch, Mike. He's safe.
No. No, there's no "safe" in that place, okay?
He's nearly been killed three times,
and now, he's on the edge of doing it himself.
Okay? This is not how this ends.
What can I do?
I think you know what you can do, okay?
The hunt for Robert is officially over.
It's as close to justice as you're gonna get.
So, my brother does not need to be in anymore.
So, pave the road,
'cause Frank Moses is about to make a mistake.
That's a big game, Mike.
Yeah, I'm gonna deliver him to you.
Okay? Make your career, I owe you that,
and you're gonna get Kyle out, you owe me that.
It's the only way that any of this makes sense.
You deliver Moses,
give me a prosecutable case,
I'll have Kyle out in 24 hours.
Okay. Get the judge to the prison for the hearing.
Today. Make it happen.
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Hey.
Today's a somber day.
Somber day.
Yes, it is.
I lost my sister-in-law yesterday.
Condolences.
But I will tell you that my friend,
my only fucking friend, was gunned down last night.
Almost 50 years side by side.
LJ and me, we-we-we-we outlived everybody.
We stacked so many bodies,
I stopped trying to remember who they all were.
We lit funeral pyres, Mike.
But in this place, in this-this fucking circle of hell,
some low-rent fuck gets him?
Yeah, I'm sorry, Frank.
- You know who did it? - LJ was getting the car
and somebody shot him on the goddamn sidewalk.
He shot my brother in the face.
Undertaker says he's gonna work on him,
but he can't promise an open casket.
No.
No one saw a thing.
No witnesses come forward.
Not here, as you know.
I'm sorry.
Oh, fuck your sorry, Mike, all due respect.
Yeah.
You won't be offering sorries when I'm finished
'cause I'm done with restraint,
I'm going to flatten this whole goddamn town
if that's what it takes to hunt that motherfucking coward down.
Yeah, I hear you.
I understand that.
When my brother was killed,
I wanted blood, I wanted everyone to pay.
I wanted to find this fucker,
kill him, and kill all his descendants.
And did you?
No. I was talked out of it.
There ain't no talking me out of this.
I would never try.
Listen, Frank, we've built too much here
to let it just all fall apart.
So I'm gonna find out who did it, you have my word,
and I'll bring you the target.
Well, you do that.
You deliver him to me, and you and I,
we are true partners.
Your sister-in-law, was it a natural death?
- Natural death? - Uh-huh.
That doesn't happen here, Frank.
Are you fucking ghosting me?
What the fuck, Mike? I did everything you fucking said.
Stop, Lamar.
Now's when you stop talking and you listen, okay?
I've been busy cleaning up your mess.
Firstly, I've gotten Moses to look outside Kingstown
for the hitter, not at you.
I've gotten Bunny to think you're an avenging angel,
not the traitor that you really are.
I've untangled your fucking mess, okay? You're welcome.
You can report back to duty like nothing ever happened.
- Okay? - Are you for real?
Yeah. Now's when you say, "Thank you, Mike."
How do I know I can trust you?
Because I do exactly what I say I'm going to do,
don't I?
And what's your alternative anyway?
You gonna do this on your own?
Take your chances and run? I mean, Jesus, Lamar,
you got two of the baddest motherfucking gangsters
gunning for you, son.
How long do you think you're gonna last on your own?
Why you doing this for me?
Because it's my fucking job.
All right, everybody, listen up.
We, uh, continue to cooperate with local authorities.
I will provide you with updates as I receive them.
As you all know, it has been a difficult few days.
Little bit of housekeeping.
Deputy Warden Torres has resigned, effective immediately.
So, go out there, do your jobs.
Hypervigilance at all times.
That's all.
Officer Breen.
Speak to you for a second, please.
It's a shame about Torres, Warden.
Straight shooter from what I could tell.
Yes, he was.
Look, Officer, before Torres tendered his resignation,
he brought an excessive force complaint to my attention.
And?
And you are the one accused.
Jesus Christ, we don't got bigger problems?
What the fuck's this bullshit, Warden?
This "bullshit" is important, Breen,
and we need to investigate.
I'm sure you can appreciate the optics we need to maintain.
Yeah, you're suspending me?
You're suspending me for doing my job?
I am putting you on restricted duty
for putting an inmate in the fucking infirmary.
Are you fucking kidding me?
You will mind
your language and your tone
when you are speaking to me, am I clear?
Yeah, I'm just...
I'm sorry, I'm... I...
Just remind yourself, as you go about your day,
given your past and your reputation,
which precedes, you are lucky you are not in a fucking cell.
Report to the armory.
Inmate.
Kyle.
I need to see you move.
Hey.
I can help you.
All right, C.O.,
once you're done here, I'm gonna need you to load the M4 mags.
What am I, a fucking stock clerk?
Just do your fucking job and shut your mouth.
You're on restricted.
Means you get a nice break from the snakes on the snake farm.
Am I wrong? Cheer up.
I'm good. I'm good.
You could use it.
Suit yourself.
Kyle signs the consent form,
I file the motion rescinding his guilty plea,
we get the hearing if the D.A.'s office is really playing ball.
'Cause I got to say, I'm a little suspect.
Yeah, you are fucking suspect, Barry.
Why the charity?
There's a single condition.
Ah, of course.
Not my business.
You get your judge on board and keep the goddamn datebook open.
Yeah, soon as I make the call,
we'll have the hearing at Anchor Bay,
but you're really gonna go in there
and tell them your representation was bullshit?
It's not bad lawyering, Evelyn, far as I'm concerned.
My client had an awakening in the crucible of prison.
If I got to get my hands a little dirty, that's my job.
Oh, that's for sure. I'll be ready.
You trust her?
Man, I'd hate to go through all this shit
just to have her refile the charges.
Yeah, trust her.
Must be one fuck of a condition.
Well, all you got to do is get Kyle to sign the papers.
Yeah, right, all I got to do is keep him alive.
He says he won't see you.
He knows why I'm here?
- Yeah, he does. He knows. - Okay.
He's catatonic. I can barely get him to move.
I check his breathing
like I did with my kids when they were little.
Yeah. Okay, look, I need to see him.
Hey, Kyle.
You don't have to talk to me.
You don't have to look at me.
Just need you to listen.
Today's your last day inside, Kyle.
Barry's coming back with your paperwork.
All you got to do is sign it.
That's all you got to do,
and then we get you out of here.
It's too late, Mike.
No, Kyle.
It's not too late.
Now is not when we quit.
We're gonna take this one step at a time.
Okay, you have a son.
You have a son that needs you.
He needs his father.
I need you.
You're my brother.
We're all that's left.
So I need you to take this fucking pain,
take all this rage,
I need you to make it work for you.
You hear me?
Whatever we got to do, we're going to find this animal.
We're going to bury him and I'm going to help you do it.
This... is the most important moment of your life.
And we're going to get through it together.
Only way we survive.
How'd that go?
I think he's going to sign the papers.
His attorney will be here this afternoon.
He'll need to be walked in.
I don't have time to waste on this, you understand?
Judge Sappiano's office
called about the conference room.
Okay, great.
Appreciate it.
It's impressive. You pulled it off.
I'm, uh, I'm happy for you, Mike.
You're saving your brother's life.
Yeah, well, might be too little, too late.
We'll see.
How about you? Anything I can do for you?
Eh, you got enough on your plate.
Did you get your people to back off?
They need another.
They got the one who fucked it up.
Now they need the one who saw it go down,
the one who, uh, fed the information to the Crips,
and then I will be free.
Yeah, when's that ever the case?
Yep. Never.
Definition of fucking insanity.
Yeah.
I got guilt to go around, Mike.
I brought Torres into this.
Probably you thought it was the other way around.
That was me. Torres was a good man.
He was a, uh, loyal man.
And you see how that loyalty was rewarded.
Yeah, well, he got himself sacrificed, Nina.
Anyone who chooses this world knows the cost of it.
If they didn't, then they never belonged.
All right?
Look, when this, when this is all buttoned up...
he needs to be walked out, you walk him.
Just you.
All right?
- Appreciate it. - Yeah.
You know, Mike, I chose this life.
Got a name for you.
It was Lamar.
Lamar took out LJ.
KPD's got footage.
Camera at a gas station or something.
That is Deverin's man.
- Yeah. - But why?
Mike, why would he do that?
Why would he kill Lawrence?
Why?
Fuck.
You want the real talk?
Frank, you know the fucking answer to that question.
Okay.
Yeah. Lamar's your plant.
You tried to take out Bunny, you tried to take Kingstown,
and when that didn't work, 'cause Bunny survived,
Lamar, he was in a vise.
Either finish the job with Bunny, or take you out.
He chose door number two and failed at that.
And you have suspected this, Mike, for how long?
It's not rocket science, Frank. It's just business, right?
Come on.
You asked me to bring you the man that killed your friend.
I'm giving him to you, like I said I would.
You want to take another shot at Bunny,
that is entirely up to you.
And you would just accept that call?
I don't know. I don't fucking know.
Most of my family's dead, Frank.
I got a brother who's barely holding on,
and he's the last of us.
I'm fucking tired of this fucking town.
I'm tired of the war. I'm tired of the fucking blood.
I've lost too much to this town.
So whatever brings peace to the valley,
that is what I want.
If it's you, then so fucking be it.
So you know where Lamar is?
I can give you a 20.
The rest is up to you.
Yeah.
Good to go. Kyle signed.
Thank God. All right, thank you. Appreciate it.
Yeah, sure thing, Mike.
- Hey. - Listen to me.
I need you to get to 864 Eastern Avenue.
Uh, Eastern... What for?
You're gonna catch Moses in the act.
Okay? Let him go inside,
you'll get everything you need to take him down.
You understand? Keep this quiet, just you and Stevie go.
So, what, I file this under an anonymous tip or what?
I don't know.
Whatever you want to call it.
Just don't fuck this up, this gets Kyle out of jail.
- This saves his life. - Yeah, yeah. Got you. I got you.
Yeah.
In a land far, far away.
Good.
That's good.
Oh, you know.
Just reengaging with the social construct.
Day at a time.
Yeah. Let me finish my fucking food.
Mike, I ain't one for the sidelines.
Mike, I'm-a go find Moses myself.
Hey. Bunny.
Look, I know you want blood behind this, okay?
But you're gonna have to wait.
KPD's here, number one,
they're gonna get you back in an unmarked car
to a safe house, all right?
KPD ain't doing shit. I'm going home.
Okay.
Where the fuck are my shoes at, Mike?
We'll find 'em. Fuck, relax. Jesus.
- Just like we found your pants. - You not funny.
But you right.
Yeah, I-I heard you. I will, I will end him inside.
Yeah, speaking of which, by the way, I have the warden.
How the fuck you manage that?
She overreached, I helped her back.
So, when Kyle's out, maybe you want to cut Kevin loose.
What do you think?
What, you giving me orders and permission now or some shit?
- I'm just saying. - You're "just saying"?
- Yeah. - Mike, you want to do something
right now? Find my goddamn shoes.
- All right? - Okay. Yeah.
There, they're right there. Put 'em in this bag here.
All right? In this Louis bag and valet that shit downstairs
for me, huh, would you, please?
- I got you. - There.
And your bitch bag. Jesus Christ.
That's my bitch... Man, it ain't a bitch bag.
It's a Louis. It's a Louis Vuitton.
It's your motherfucking sister's.
Fuck. Keep up.
- Yo. - You good?
You out?
So what you on now? Like life number seven?
Getting up there, Bun.
Just fucking leveling up with these ancient-ass motherfuckers.
Man, we good. We good.
So where we at? Make it quick.
'Cause this phone's about to die.
Hell, I'm finna get me a steak,
some baked potatoes, some Zs.
Wake my ass up, and then I'm gonna wipe out
every fucking Colombian in the greater metropolitan area.
You feel me?
I'll wrangle what's outside, you wrangle what's in.
Happy to do so, Bun,
but we still on lockdown behind that cracker's breakout.
And I need a couple burners.
Oh, yeah, I'll see what I can do.
The mayor made some moves with the warden.
- Be ready to jump. - Amen.
? She'll be coming round the mountain ?
? When she comes ?
? She'll be... ?
Derrick.
Yeah, Frank.
Give me the keys.
Frank.
I need to go for a drive.
Thank you.
How long is this gonna take?
I don't fucking know.
Nothing's fucking happening. I got to take a piss.
The fucking Gatorade bottle.
- Better be a fucking big... - Shh. There he is, there he is.
- Shut up, shut up. - Yeah, I didn't say shit.
Yeah, well, how long is that gonna fucking last?
There he is.
So when do we take him?
We can't bust him for just fucking stepping on a porch
- and opening a goddamn door. - Yeah, fuck him.
Stevie, Mike said let him go in,
and when he comes out, we snatch him up.
We're gonna know why.
You know what angers me most about all this?
I didn't come here to be a janitor.
In Detroit, I ran the world.
My hands were never dirty unless I let 'em be,
but you see, this town,
it's like a vortex that sucks you in
and under and swallows everything.
And you are in that vortex, and I am in it now, too,
with your sorry ass.
LJ's free of it.
God bless, but not in the way I wanted
because that man was supposed to see out his days
by a fucking fishing hole somewhere in God's country,
hooking trout and frying them on an open fire
at peace.
But no.
No.
There's no peace for my brother.
I gave you this, Lamar.
I lifted you up,
I offered you prospects and potential.
I gave you an opportunity.
And here we are.
Here I am, taking out the garbage
like I'm a fucking child at his chores.
You know,
I don't understand your generation.
Lamar, I just don't get it.
God...
Ours is a... It's a funny business, right?
We so often end up friendless and alone.
Friendless.
But not me.
I wasn't, I wasn't, I wasn't, I wasn't alone.
I wasn't alone until now, and you made me alone.
And I can't forgive!
There it is.
Right there, Frank. Hands in the goddamn air.
Now, who else is in there?
Frank, I'll shoot you right in the goddamn head.
I don't give a shit. Right there.
Get down on the goddamn ground. Fuck you!
Down.
Satan and Judas are in there.
- Satan and Judas, Officers. - Fuck is he talking about?
"Hide not thy poison with sugar'd words..."
- Stevie, I'm going. - Yeah, I got him, I got him. Go.
Lost his fucking mind.
Take the sheet down right now,
or the extraction team will.
You're a disgusting fuck, Terry, you know that?
I know what you're doing in there.
Oh, fuck,
- you disgusting, filthy fuck. - Oh, my God.
- Jesus Christ. - Oh, God.
Oh, look at you.
Oh, my God.
For the first course,
we'll be serving a corn and okra pâté.
We got to take him to the hospital.
- He needs a psych eval. - Come on.
No, we got to take him to the shower,
put him a holding cell, and then get this place cleaned up.
Get in the corner, Terry.
I said get in the motherfucking corner, Terry!
Fuck you, Clyde!
Come on, Terry. Now! Now, Terry!
Who's gonna sanitize this shit?
All the orderlies are on lockdown.
Hey, Breen, change of plans.
Ad Seg ASAP.
Bring a mop.
A mop?
Fuck.
What the fuck? Seriously,
- what the actual fuck? - Get to it.
Fuck, why me? Why me?
Why are you doing this to me? This isn't me.
Dry your tears, fucko,
you're on restricted duty.
You're lucky you're not out the door
- and on the dole, okay? - Yeah. Fuck.
Soak...
Soak your mop, wash the shit away.
That's your lot.
You're a loser, Breen.
You should have finished high school, you fucktard.
You fucking smell like my colostomy bag,
bitchface!
Breen eats shit. Breen eats shit.
Breen eats shit! Breen eats shit!
Breen eats shit!
Breen eats shit! Breen eats shit!
Breen eats shit!
Breen eats shit.
Let me out. Let me the fuck out now.
Hey, you missed a spot!
Where is he?
They're coming. En route.
How?
That's no matter. I did what I said I was gonna do.
The man, the myth, Frank Moses the fucking legend.
He dodged Detroit PD, Michigan State,
the fucking FBI for decades.
Got tripped up because his subordinate got hit?
Little more than that, Evelyn, this is a man that...
he cared for.
A friend. A brother.
I understand that.
I know what that means.
I mean, I know what I'd do, what I wanted to do,
what I will do if someone kills my brother.
Sadly, I know all too well.
Moses is a Bible man,
and this is biblical.
Right.
I just feel like I'm looking at the real myth.
Oh, come on. Hey.
Take the victory, okay?
You could be governor if you play this right.
Yeah, Mike, I think my associations preclude that,
present company included.
All right, you're up.
Soon as he walks through that door...
Yeah, I got the judge on speed dial.
- Frank. - What happened?
What happened, Mike?
What the fuck are you...?
What the fuck are you doing?
Fuck you!
You fucking crazy or something?
- Please, please! - Fuck you!
We have an active shooter in Ad Seg.
Breen, wait...
An active shooter in Ad Seg.
- Please... please... - Fuck you!
He's fucking crazy!
Oh, fuck y...
Let us all the fuck out of here, man.
Fucking psycho's killing us.
No, no, no, no, what are you doing?
No, Breen, don't do this, man, I'm begging you.
Fuck you!
- No, no, no, no. - Fuck you!
I want to get...
- I want to get out of here. - Fuck you!
Fuck you.
Sorry, sorry, sorry...
Fuck you.
Hey.
There he is.
Welcome home.
Bagging it up now, Mike.
Yeah, you want me to get you anything?
Just, I need a minute.
Yeah, take all the time you need.
All the time you need.
Okay.
- Thanks, Sarah. - Yeah.
We'll try to get something for you
before you get back, we'll get a line on this fucker.
Yeah.
I got to get home.
- Okay. - Ready?
Let's go.
Fuck!
Fuck, Mikey.
- Fuck, get down! - Get down!
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