01x09 - The Lie of the Truth

[bunniefuu]

So how did you stumble upon
solving the crime of the decade?

So how did you stumble upon
solving the crime of the decade?

MIKE: 'Cause he wanted me to.

- Why would he want that, Mike?
- I don't know.

Well, you better figure it
out before someone else does.

I am watching the leaders
have a -minute pow-wow.

You know what it means when
rival gangs group together?

It means they're
f*cking talking about us.

[GRUNTS]

- k*lling a guard...
- Sends a message.

Be smart, Pete.

- DUKE: Give me your arm.
- [SOBS]

DUKE: Sell her.

BUNNY: I got something
that belong to you.

How do you know it belongs to me?

She says so.

When he comes out, just
tell me if he did it.

- IRIS: It was him!
- That's him?

- Yeah.
- All right.

[g*nsh*t]

You wanna see my favorite
place in the whole world?

[VIBRATING STOPS]

[LAUGHS]

Like f*cking magic.

[DOG BARKING]

[LIGHT BULB ZAPPING]

[ENGINE RUNNING]

We do not have clearance.
You have to hold.

I'm waiting on the warrant.

ROBERT: I don't need a f*cking warrant.

got a dozen calls about sh*ts fired.

There's a blood smear on the driveway

the size of my f*cking dinner table.

Hey, just let me get
the all clear, Robert.

ROBERT: Well, we're sitting ducks here.

Send us in or I'm pulling my team back.

Just...

I have movement in the house.

- What movement?
- [WHISPERS] Richard...

We have movement. We're going in.

STEVIE: Robert, wait.

[GRUNTS]

[g*nf*re]

[g*nshots]

[g*nf*re]

[YELLS]

- [RUSTLING]
- [SHELL CASING CLINKS]

No end to this fucker...

- [BLAST]
- [GRUNTS]

Well, you got some 'splainin to do.

Get the f*ck out, sir.

[THEME MUSIC]

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[TWANGY COUNTRY MUSIC]

♪ I pulled into Nashville

♪ Tennessee ♪

♪ When I was just a boy of ♪

♪ And now it's much too late for me ♪

♪ To ever be free ♪

♪ Oh, you whisperin' wind ♪

♪ Take me home again ♪

♪ Oh, you whisperin' wind ♪

♪ Take me home again ♪

[BLENDER WHIRRING]

[PAN SIZZLING]

Do you want some more?

I do, but my heartburn is k*lling me.

Heartburn, huh?
You know what that means.

- What does it mean?
- Hair.

Baby is gonna be born
with a full head of hair.

- [LAUGHS]
- You watch!

- Morning, Ma.
- Hi, honey.

- Um, not hungry?
- Uh, no, baby, no time.

Your shift doesn't start for an hour.

Yeah, well, it's gonna
be a long day, so...

All the more reason
you want a great meal.

You know, Ma, I... I
want what you want, right?

I want to be the happy family

that sits around and has small talk

before we go off on our happy day,

but I got nothin' small to
say and my day won't be happy,

so I just want to get
it f*cking over with.

Tracy, would you excuse us for a minute?

- Sure!
- MARIAM: Thank you.

You're in for it now...

Sit down.

Ma, I don't have time...

Sit the f*ck down!

Have some breakfast.

You didn't ask about my
day, so let me tell you.

I'm being interviewed today
about a student who stabbed

a prison guard in the neck
times with a pencil.

He's the nephew of one of
your brother's friends...

One of your friends,

who was also stabbed
to death last night.

And now you're rushing
out of the house...

KYLE: I'm not rushing out of here.

I've got an inmate transfer at
: AM, minutes of traffic,

and I got minutes of
red tape at the prison.

I'm just... I'm late. I gotta go.

And, you know, I know what you're doing.

And you are right.

It is a giant mess, but
we are trying to clean up.

MARIAM: It's your brother's mess.

KYLE: It's everybody's mess!

Every decision in this place
is the lesser of two evils.

Every f*cking one.

And I don't get to choose
between right and wrong because

that choice, it's never offered.

You know your son's due date?

Why do you say "son"?

Because I saw him on the ultrasound

at the doctor's appointment
you couldn't make.

February th. He's a leap year baby.

KYLE: She didn't tell me.

MARIAM: She was looking for
the right time, like breakfast.

But you wouldn't give her that.

You know, what she dreams about at night

she expects to come true in the day.

And it's just a simple dream, Kyle.

It's a husband who'd rather
be with her than anywhere else,

who can't wait to be a father,

who can't wait to go shopping
for stuffed elephants and cribs.

KYLE: You're right.
I need to make more time for her.

MARIAM: That'll solve
absolutely nothing.

You say you have no good choices.

The only good thing in your
life just walked out of the room.

All this filth that consumes
you, just couldn't leave it.

Choose her.

If you don't have the courage
to do that, then divorce her,

and let her find somebody
who does love her.

Do it quick, before you get k*lled

and she martyrs you in her mind

and raises another generation of fool

in this family.

KYLE: I'm not divorcing my wife.

Well, then, act like her husband!

[SIGHS]

Hi.

I'm so sorry.

- It's okay.
- No, no, it's not okay.

Look at me.

I'm sorry I wasn't there.

I'm so sorry.

- I need you.
- I know. I know you do.

I love you.

A son.

- A son, yes.
- A son.

We're gonna have a baby boy.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

We have to pick out a name for him.

Can we call him Mitch?

TRACY: Yeah, baby, we can
call him whatever you want.

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[SIGHS]

- [KNOCKING]
- Hello?

Want to make sure you didn't drown.

I didn't drown.

I made breakfast.

You know, you can come closer.

How are you doing?

Well... scrub though I may...

I just can't seem to get them off me.

Well, everyone that
did that to you is...

They're gone.

It's a metaphor.

IRIS: Breakfast?

Yeah, yeah, if you're hungry.

- I should eat.
- Yes, you should.

Come... come eat while
it's... While it's hot, okay?

Oh, sh*t.

Syrup.

There.

Yeah. Now it's ready.

- Not eating?
- I... I already ate.

I can't eat in front of you.

You can't? Why not?

I don't know.

Okay, well, I'll wait outside.

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

Should I go back inside?

No. I'll face this fear.

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

You know what they're called?

That yellow one is a finch.

A goldfinch, to be exact.

Why not a yellow finch?

Well, there is a yellow finch.

But that's not one of
them. That's a goldfinch.

Well, it looks yellow to me.

I know, it looks yellow to me too.

But they didn't ask me
when they f*cking named it.

They should've.

Mm, what is this?

That's a German pancake.

- Are you German?
- No, I'm Irish.

The only thing German is that pancake.

It's good.

You should be a chef.

Yeah. The thought has crossed my mind.

I wonder if you'd do me a favor.

Of course I will.

IRIS: [SOBS]

[SOBBING CONTINUES]

Pause it right there. You see that?

- What am I seeing?
- Look at his arm.

Watch it extend from the shoulder.

Pete, back it up.

Do you see that?

WARDEN: The other inmate is white.

I doubt one of the whites
would willingly arm a black man.

All right, Pete, thanks a lot.

[DOOR SHUTS]

Ed, the whites have
no dog in this fight.

The f*ck they don't.

Why do they care if a black
inmate is b*at to death

or sh*t on the yard? If anything,

both instances improve their position.

Look, if we have inmates
crossing racial lines

to get at a guard, we've
got a real f*cking problem

because you know what's next.

- That's what I'm worried about.
- Why are you worried about it?

What makes today different
than any other g*dd*mn day?

Look, Warden.

Samuel Weaver had been
tricked into mailing a letter

for the inmate that att*cked him.

Now, we believe they feel
Darryl's death was retribution

for that action.

Was it?

Was it?

The QRT unit's actions
were justified, sir,

based on the situation
they encounter, which...

Well, the inmates certainly
don't think it was justified.

How do you explain that?

Here's how you explain it, sir.

They're lying, stealing
murderers who haven't taken

responsibility for anything
in their entire f*cking lives.

And legitimizing their
complaints was the worst thing

you could have done.
They should be on lockdown

until they've served
their f*cking sentences.

- Ed...
- I'm sorry, sir,

but Tim was my friend and
his nephew was a good kid.

And they don't deserve what they got.

And if we don't put
the screws to these m*therf*ckers,

they will do it again
and again and again.

They won't stop!

Captain Moore,
you have an opinion on this?

Yes, sir, I do.

We should lock the prison down,
move the suspects to county,

where homicide detectives

can question them and prepare charges.

We must send a message, sir.

It must be hard and it must be fast.

You can transfer the suspects to county.

But we are not locking the prison down.

CAPTAIN MOORE: That's a mistake, sir.

WARDEN: I gave my word.

I will not reprimand the
innocent to punish the guilty.

When you say "innocent,"
sir, who are you referring to?

Who the hell do you
think I'm referring to?

The other inmates.

There are no innocent inmates, sir.

That is why they're here.

No lockdown.

[DOOR SHUTS]

- What the f*ck was that?
- I had to give him something.

No, no, you don't have to
give that politician anything.

Get in the habit of keeping
our secrets, Kareem...

because they will throw us in
here with these m*therf*ckers

if you give 'em any more.

Are you, uh...

Are you giving me an order, Sergeant?

No, man, it's not an order.

It's, um...

It's advice between friends, you know?

So friend to friend...

keep your f*cking mouth shut.

[DOOR OPENS]

[CUFFS CLANKING]

[BUZZER]

[GATE SLIDING OPEN]

!

Turn around and walk
backwards toward us.

Put your hands through the opening.

[HANDCUFFS CLICKING]

Take six steps forward
and drop to your knees.

Open D !

[BUZZER]

[LEG CUFFS CLICKING]

[GRUNTS]

[BUZZER]

[GATE SLIDING OPEN]

Hey, fellas.

What did he do now?

Nah, if we told you, you
wouldn't f*cking believe us.

- You aware of this?
- Let me see.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, we brought him up.

Bring them through.

All right, gentlemen,
you know the drill?

Yeah.

Jesus, you guys are ready to
give him the f*cking works.

It's a jungle out there,
what can I f*cking tell ya?

All right.

All right, gentlemen, right this way.

Isn't this a violation
of her Miranda rights?

She's in prison.

She doesn't have Miranda rights in here.

You're her counselor.

There's an element of trust
in place between the two of you

that we do not have.

You have a lot to learn about inmates.

A corrections officer has been k*lled

and posthumously accused of r*pe.

That has consequences
for his next of kin

regarding life insurance
as well as pension benefits.

- Will you do it?
- I have a class.

They get to play hooky today.

Hooky is something people
with better options play.

These girls have no options.

I have a class to teach.

I'm not going to miss it.

We better get going, then.

What is it you're hoping I discover?

There was no tearing
of the vaginal wall.

No scratches on his face or arms.

No visible signs of
a struggle on her body.

Pencil s*ab to the neck
times seems evidence

of a struggle.

Those were offensive wounds.

She suffered no defensive wounds.

None.

That, coupled with the fact
that his uncle was k*lled

at almost the exact same
time... we question it.

- Question what?
- The claim of self-defense.

Well, that means you question the r*pe.

Yes. We question it.

So you think a -year-old
girl lured a guard into

the hallway, willingly had sex
with him so she could k*ll him?

That's exactly what we think.

We think it was a hit.

We think it was g*ng sanctioned.

I won't lie to her.
I won't thr*aten her.

Mrs. McClusky...

Ms. McClusky. I'm a widow. Ms.

Ms. McClusky, if we
wanted to thr*aten and lie,

we would do it ourselves.

But inmates are immune to our lies

and they're immune to our threats.

Just asked her what happened.

Question the things that don't add up

and show her the compassion
you're known for.

Compassion?

It's one tactic we haven't tried.

We don't have it.
That's why you're here.

[PRISONER CHATTER]

KYLE: So we're gonna have a boy.

- No sh*t.
- Yeah.

And they did the
ultrasound and everything?

Mm-hmm.

- Congratulations.
- Thanks.

What are you gonna name him?

Mitch.

That's good, Kyle. He'd love that.

And, um, hey, um...

I'm taking the job with MSP.

I just wanted you to hear it from me.

I'm happy for ya.

I don't know the f*ck you
are gonna pass the polygraph,

but I'm happy for ya.

Breathe slow, talk low, brother.

Uh-huh.

How do you memorize
all those f*cking keys?

Color coded.

How the f*ck you
memorize all those colors?

Still learning.

[DOOR OPENS]

[KEYS JANGLING]

Howdy.

- ?
- .

Transferring to Kingstown
County for arraignment.

Remanding custody to Kingstown PD.

- Affirmative.
- Who's signing?

Who wants to sign?

I'll sign, yeah.

What the f*ck? Who did you piss off?

Here's your guy.

Now that is one sorry,
sick son of a bitch.

[KEYS JANGLING]

[GRUNTING]

[ALARM BUZZING]

[GRUNTING, SHOUTING]

Oh, God! No!

f*ck! f*ck!

[TASER CLICKING]

[GRUNTING]

[SCREAMS]

[RETCHES]

What the f*ck!?

[ALARM BUZZING]

[GRUNTING]

Keys, keys, keys!

Let's go, let's go, let's
go, let's go, let's go!

[ALARM BUZZING]

[KEYS JANGLING]

f*ck! g*dd*mn.

It's the blue one.

- The f*ck you know?
- I pay attention.

Don't bring a club to a gunfight.

There's a weapons locker in there.

Uncuff me, I'll get you in.

I know which key.

Uncuff me.

[ALARM BUZZING]

Black key.

[KEYS JANGLING]

[SIGHS]

Time is not your friend.

[g*nf*re]

Let's go, let's go! Move, move!

You coming?

[ALARM BUZZING]

Let's go! Everybody in your cells.

Back up. Get in.

f*ck you looking at, Ruger?

[KEYS JANGLING]

Red key.

[ALARM BUZZING]

They're armed and at our door.
We need QRT now!

Shut it down!

Shut the whole f*cking place down!

Red again. It's a pass key.

It opens every door.

We need help now!

[g*nshots]

- Wait! Wait, please!
- [g*nshots]

- [PRISONER CHATTER]
- [g*nsh*t]

[PRISONERS SHOUTING]

[BUZZER]

Load the f*ck up!

Let's go! Be ready!

On us!

They've got a bypass key! They must!

[PRISONERS SHOUTING]

They're right f*cking on us!

Lock it up, lock it,
lock it up, lock it up!

[g*nshots]

- [PRISONERS SHOUTING]
- [KEYS JANGLING]

[g*nsh*t]

- [g*nsh*t]
- [SHOUTS]

[PRISONERS SHOUTING]

[PANTS]

- Open.
- Open what?

Everything.

[g*nsh*t]

[g*nf*re]

[CLINKING]

Back, back, back, back, back!

[PRISONERS SHOUTING]

[g*nf*re]

[PRISONERS SHOUTING]

[MUFFLED SHOUTING]

[PANTS]

Told you, m*therf*cker.

- [ALARM BUZZING]
- KYLE: [COUGHING]

Oh, sh*t.

Get up, Kyle...

All right.

I can't see. I can't f*cking see.

I can't...

Kyle, come on. Up, come on.

You got it.

[COUGHS, RETCHES]

Kyle, you want to survive
this, get the f*ck up!

KYLE: I can't f*cking see!

[COUGHS, RETCHES]

Oh, sh*t.

Oh God... f*ck.

[COUGHS] I can't see.

[RETCHES]

[ALARM BUZZING]

Kyle, get up!

My eyes...

I need something...

I gotcha. All right.

KYLE: I can't see.

Form a cup. Form a
cup with your hands.

- Okay.
- Rub your eyes, come on.

There you go. Just rub your eyes.

[PANTS]

f*ck!

Now can... can you see?

Sorta.

Okay.

Now, the outer doors are locked.

- Oh, sh*t.
- Come on.

- Get up.
- Hold on, hold on...

- Come on.
- Hold on.

- Kyle, get up!
- He's f*cking dead, man!

Listen to me. Listen to me.

Buddy, the outer doors are locked.

We gotta go deeper inside.

- Okay.
- Okay?

What do we do, then?

We're gonna hide. Here, come on.

[PRISONERS SHOUTING]

[g*nf*re]

[g*nf*re]

[PRISONERS SHOUTING]

[ALARM WAILING]

[g*nshots]

[PRISONERS SCREAMING]

[g*nshots]

[GLASS SHATTERING]

[DOOR OPENS]

You can wait outside. Thank you.

What are you doing here?

They want me to, uh...

They want me to ask you what happened.

I already told them what happened.

Well, they want different answers.

I only got the answers I gave.

They still want different ones.

They want me to question you and
listen for any inconsistencies,

and then question you
about the inconsistencies.

And because you know me,
they think you trust me

and you'll finally tell me the truth

because they think that
the truth is like a disease

that rots inside you and
the only way to cure it

is to let it out.

That what you believe?

Well...

Depends on the truth, I guess.

Truth.

Man, I don't even know what
the f*ck that word means.

Know why?

'Cause y'all keep changing
the f*cking definition.

Was it the truth when I said
my foster parent like to stick

his fingers in me while
he read me the Bible?

Yeah.

They didn't like that truth,
so they decided it wasn't.

Foster parents decided the
Bible don't have a problem

with abortion after all when
it's his baby in my stomach.

Got no problem with cutting it out then.

So what's the truth?

I know what the truth is.

It's a version of the story
that keeps me down

and everybody like me.

That's all the f*cking truth is.

So what truth y'all want today?

They want the truth that
clears the name of the guard

so his family can get life
insurance and any contributions

he may have made to his pension fund.

His family get money
from him being dead?

Not if he committed a crime.

Did he? Did he commit a crime?

Don't answer me out loud.
They're recording us.

Just tell me with your eyes.

g*dd*mn right he did.

Okay.

Ms. McClusky?

Look at that. I feel better already.

[KNOCKING]

[PRISONERS SHOUTING]

[PANTING]

This way, this way.

Watch yourself, watch yourself.

- KYLE: All right.
- Good, you're good.

You're okay, you're all right.

You're okay.

f*ck.

sh*t. f*ck.

Aw, there's no way out.

- [LOUD THUD]
- [CRACKING]

Oh, my God. Hey, hey, hey!

- What do you think?
- Better than here.

[PANTS]

[g*nsh*t]

[PRISONERS SHOUTING]

Come on, come on, come on, Kyle.

You're good, you can do this.

All right, this is septic
here. Let's follow it out.

- Come on, come on.
- Okay.

No, man, that won't do.

Let's see your f*cking hands.

We're all down here for the same reason.

We're hiding too.

Is there a way out of here?

It's the end of the road.

Why are you hiding from them?

Got old scores being settled up there.

All right, we're gonna find a way out.

- There ain't one.
- We're gonna f*cking try.

It's a free country.

For a little while, anyway.

- We're just gonna leave them?
- We've got no f*cking choice.

One of them gets to the top,

we are how old scores get settled.

They're f*cking child molesters, Kyle.

Those scores do not get
settled. Now, come on.

Come on.

[ALARM BUZZING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[ALARM BUZZING]

Come on, come on!

What happened?

No time. Come on, let's go.

[ALARM BUZZING]

- Follow us.
- What happened?

Let's go. Keep it moving.

Let's go! Let's move!

Don't stop. Keep moving.

Let's go!

- Keep going.
- This way, come on!

[PANTS]

[SIRENS WAILING]

MIKE: That's a hell of a nap.

IRIS: What time is it?

MIKE: Probably about : , I guess.

I like having you here.

You know, if you think about it,

people have been bathing longer
than they've been making fire.

It sort of just demystifies the
body when you see someone bathe.

Removes sexuality from it, I guess,

and restores humanity.

[WATER SPLASHING]

Stop staring at me like I'm broken.

I'm not broken.

Look, Iris...

You don't owe me anything, okay?

I want you to understand that.

Nothing.

I'm not the one that saved you.

You know... I had guys
swear that they'd die for me.

None swear to k*ll.

Never entered their selfish minds.

But you?

Didn't even swear it. You just did it.

You k*lled them for me.

I did it 'cause they deserved it.

That's what I mean.

[SIGHS]

What are we doing here, Iris?

We're not doing anything.

Is that okay?

Yeah.

It's okay.

[OWL HOOTS]

ANNOUNCER: On the season finale
of Mayor of Kingstown...

The prison is ours. We will defend it.

Oh, my God!

Do you have any idea what they want?

Payback.

You know how this ends.

[PRISONERS SHOUTING]

P-DOG: They made a promise to us, Mike.

It's time the world knew.

It's time somebody sent a message.

And the message is me.