02x01 - Never Missed a Pigeon

[bunniefuu]

Previously on Mayor of Kingstown...

WOMAN: My daughter,
she said to see you.

She said that you're the mayor now.

BUNNY: Sorry about your brother, man.

You gonna take some time?

No. No, no, I'm good.

Couriers, fix-it men.

What you do, your father invented it.

- Where is the money?
- The police.

That's going to be a problem for you.

Don't ever thr*aten me again.

He's different than his
brother, send someone else.

Who?

MILO: Where's Iris?

- MIKE: Who sent you?
- IRIS: Milo.

He's my boss.

MIKE: You should go back.

IRIS: I'm stronger than you think.

- That's him?
- Yeah.

Better yet, this maggot
doesn't make it to court.

MIKE: They're gonna look
the other way on this.

How far the other way they gonna look?

Far.

You owe them. You all owe them.

They want their favors.

What kind of favors?

The unreasonable kind.

- Who?
- MIKE: All of them.

God...

What the...

Everything you have,
I'm taking it all back.

MIKE: Do you wanna start a w*r?

They broke their word, Mike!

They hungry for this.

CARLOS: This like a revolution.

It's time somebody sent a message.

The messenger's me.

[g*nf*re]

MIKE: Stop.

Big step.

Turn this way.

Quick.

Take my hand. Take a big step.

There you go.

Can I take this f*cking thing off?

No, you can't. Sit down.

[SEAGULLS CALLING]

You can take it off, now.

MIKE: Come on. There you go.

How 'bout this, huh?

There's no bears in the
middle of the lake, right?

Mm.

So, whose is it?

It's a drug seizure.

Goes to auction next week.

You know how to sail?

I don't have a f*ckin' clue.

But it's got a steering
wheel and an engine,

and I can drive, so...

There we go.

So, where are we goin'?

I don't know.

Figured we'd just go out
in the middle of the lake.

Just anchor there.

You can't sleep, I don't sleep.

Somethin' about the sway
of the boat cures both, huh?

IRIS: Maybe we could take it somewhere.

Get dinner.

Nah, I'll make us dinner. In the galley.

IRIS: What's a galley?

Galley is boat for "kitchen".

There's a kitchen?

Yeah, I know.

Here, you wanna see the
best part of the boat?

MIKE: My father used to say,
"I can't wait to get old."

For my mind to soften. For
my memories to rot away.

The hardest thing to do is forget.

Forget the scars life gives yo,

forget the scars you gave others.

The challenge, though,

"is hiding a few memories worth
keeping from your dying mind."

He told me to keep a journal,

and only write down the good things.

Then when the bad things fade away,

you can read about
the happy life you had.

But minds don't forget so easy.

When the horror that we
witness and endure takes root,

only madness and dementia can remove it.

sh*t...

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING]

[DOOR CREAKING]

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING]

No! No!

- f*ck, no!
- VANESSA: Kareem!

- No!
- VANESSA: Look at me!

Kareem!

- No, no!
- VANESSA: Look at me!

- No!
- Look at me!

You're okay, baby!

You're okay!

This is home!

You're home!

[SOBBING]

Mom?

Now, go back to bed!

[SOBBING]

VANESSA: Look at me, honey.

You're okay.

You're okay.

I'm okay. I'm okay.

VANESSA: Want the light off?

No, leave it on.

[MUSIC]

[INMATE CROSSTALK]

[MUSIC]

Bitch-ass n*gga, f*ck
outta here, n*gga!

Get up!

[SHOUTING]

[GRUNTING]

f*ck that!

Oh, sh*t!

b*at down on Row , tent .

Do we give a sh*t?

Didn't think so.

MIKE: The consequence of a riot

is the dismantling of the illusion that

prison is controlled by the guards.

The consequence of putting down the riot

is the dismantling of
the leadership structure

within the inmates.

All that remains is chaos,

until a new leadership
structure is created.

And when there are no leaders inside,

there are no leaders outside.

All gangs are from prison,

because that's where
all gangsters end up.

[SCREAMING]

MIKE: The result is our new reality.

[SCREAMING]

MIKE: And that reality is chaos.

♪ n*gg*s be countin' me out ♪

♪ I'm countin' my b*ll*ts,
I'm loadin' my clips ♪

♪ I'm writin' down
names, I'm makin' a list ♪

♪ I'm checkin' it twice
and I'm gettin' 'em hit ♪

♪ The real ones been dyin',
the fake ones is lit ♪

♪ The game is off-balance,
I'm back on my sh*t ♪

♪ The Bentley is dirty,
my sneakers is dirty ♪

♪ But that's how I like
it, you all on my d*ck ♪

♪ I'm all in my bag,
this hard as it get ♪

♪ I do not snort powder,
I might take a sip ♪

♪ I might hit the blunt,
but I'm liable to trip ♪

♪ I ain't poppin' no pill,
but you do as you wish ♪

♪ I roll with some fiends,
I love 'em to death ♪

♪ I got a few mil' but
not all of 'em rich ♪

♪ What good is the bread
if my n*gg*s is broke? ♪

♪ What good is first class
if my n*gg*s can't sit? ♪

♪ That's my next mission,
that's why I can't quit ♪

♪ Just like LeBron, get
my n*gg*s more chips ♪

♪ Just put the Rolly
right back on my wrist ♪

♪ This watch came from
Drizzy, he gave me a gift ♪

♪ Back when the rap game
was prayin' I'd diss ♪

♪ They act like two
legends cannot coexist ♪

♪ But I'd never beef
with a n*gga for nothin' ♪

♪ If I smoke a rapper,
it's gon' be legit ♪

♪ It won't be for clout,
it won't be for fame ♪

♪ It won't be 'cause my
sh*t ain't sellin' the same ♪

♪ It won't be to sell you my latest... ♪

♪ I've been wantin'
somethin' I can feel ♪

f*ck, get down! Get down!

Clear! Last room.

Drop the w*apon!

Drop the w*apon! Drop the w*apon!

I only ask three times.

[SEAGULLS CALLING]

Iris! You ready?

Hey!

We gotta go.

Go where?

Gotta get you back to the
cabin, so I can go to work.

I don't wanna go to the cabin!

I wanna stay here.

It's not my boat.

You said they don't sell
it for a week, right?

So, can I keep it for a week?

What are you gonna do, hang
out on the boat all day long?

IRIS: It's no smaller than your cabin.

f*ck, all right, well...

Just don't go anywhere,
wanderin' around.

You have no idea who's lookin' for you.

All right?

Aye aye, Captain.

Hey, Mike.

Thank you.

All right, all right.

f*ck! g*dd*mn.

Don't go anywhere!

[PHONE RINGING]

It's Mike.

Mike.

You gotta get down here.
Somethin' you need to see.

Where are you?

IAN: Grape and th.

All right, I'm on my way.

IAN: Christ.

Should we call Animal Control?

The f*ck are they gonna do?

You wanna open the door to this thing?

I say we sh**t it.

[STEVIE] Lotta cell phones are out.

Soon as that thing climbs
through that sunroof,

we're sh**t' it anyway.

[STEVIE] That guy is dead.

That thing, it's-it's
f*ckin' eatin' a man is all.

f*ck!

f*ck, f*ck!

f*ck.

All right, we're good.

Okay.

He's good, let him through!

What's up?

First thing in the f*ckin' morning.

MIKE: Uh-huh.

What have we got?

Ah, f*ck, Ian, Jesus! How
'bout a little warning?

f*ckin' pitbull through the sunroof.

I'm just gonna go out
on a f*ckin' limb here

and say it's g*ng-related.

Until they sort out
who's in charge inside,

this is what it's gonna be.

f*ckin' disgusting.

Robert's team hit a depot at the Towers.

f*ck.

- How much product?
- It's gonna sting.

MIKE: Yeah? Jesus.

Some Blood called in
dispatch with a tip.

What the f*ck are we supposed to do?

Well, Ian...

You make it really f*ckin' hard.

To peace when you're raiding

peacekeeper's f*ckin' cook houses.

Mike, we gotta get that f*ckin'
genie back in the bottle.

Yeah, just meet me at Don's in an hour.

- Okay?
- Yeah.

And bring Robert with ya.

Yeah.

[PHONE RINGING]

I was just gonna call you.

These turncoat m*therf*ckers

ask me to stand down and make a truce,

and they toss my f*ckin' cook house?!

MIKE: I'm on my f*ckin' way. All right?

- Yeah, I'm at the shop.
- MIKE: minutes.

Hey! Make it two hours!

Yep!

[DOOR RELEASE BUZZING]

[DOOR RELEASE BUZZING]

[MUFFLED CROSSTALK]

Open gate nine.

[DOOR RELEASE BUZZING]

Well...

I guess, every...

I'm sorry.

Could you, could you step
back? I can't see my students.

Thank you very much.

Um...

Every life is a... Is
a serious of choices.

Regardless of your environment,

regardless of the struggles
that each of you have faced...

You made a choice that put you here.

Your removal from society
is your punishment.

You know, but don't think for...

Don't think for a minute
that you are out of choices.

You're not.

The fact that you're sitting
here in this classroom right now

is proof of that.

You made a choice to be here.

And each day, you will
choose whether to study,

or whether to blow this off.

Each day, you will choose
whether prison will one day

just be part of your past...

Or be your only future.

Each day...

Sorry.

You know, we, we can't think

with storm troopers pacing the room.

You have to leave, or class is over.

All right. Everybody up!

What?

Move!

[FOOTSTEPS]

Pick up the pace, ladies!

Do you feel the incident has
affected your mental wellbeing?

To be honest, Doctor, I'm just...

Grateful to be alive.

And look in the eyes
of my wife and children.

You reported no sexual as*ault.

No.

Two other guards stated
that they witnessed your r*pe

by multiple partners,
before they were r*ped?

They've confused me with someone else.

It's common for victims
of sexual as*ault

to deny the act took place

out of shame that they shouldn't feel.

Doctor, if I had been
sexually assaulted,

I would join a class action suit
against the Bureau of Prisons

and the state,

and be...

Very happy to retire with their money.

I was beaten and...

Threatened with death,

both of those are
known risks of the job.

And now I'm asking
that I go back to work

to provide for my family.

Do you feel a desire
to seek retribution?

The only desire I feel...

Is to complete a career
I've dedicated years to.

And retire. On my terms.

Once I've received my pension.

_

Bunny in back?

The roof.

How do you get there?

Stairs through here.

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING]

MIKE: Well, well, well, Bunny.

How long do ya think it'll take
before PD's got a drone up here?

Filming you sell junk on your rooftop.

I ain't selling sh*t from here.

You must just like this beautiful view.

BUNNY: I'm here so no
mo'fucker hit me in a drive-by.

Anyone drive-by on my ass,

they're gonna need a f*ckin'
helicopter or some sh*t.

MIKE: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey.

Didn't know it was your shop.

Some Blood called in a tip.

Man, they rat-ass m*therf*ckers.

You wait 'til you see the
tip I call in on their ass.

I put the whole f*ckin'
police in they g*dd*mn Alamo,

I swear on God.

Bunny, I'm here to put a
lid on this f*ckin' thing.

Ain't no leaders on the inside, Mike.

MIKE: Yeah, yeah.

Not one mo'fucker sh*t calling
in the whole g*dd*mn camp.

Why don't you pick new leaders?

There ain't no new
leaders to pick, Mike.

f*cking S.W.A.T., soldiers,
and the whole g*dd*mn US Army

came in there, damn
near k*lled everybody.

Everybody else that's
left is either too green

or a sorry-ass m*therf*cker
aint nobody want running sh*t.

And you know how leaders rise, right?

Somebody gon' bag a trophy.

They're gonna start badge huntin', Mike.

MIKE: Let me tell you
somethin' right now.

One badge hits the f*ckin' ground,

there'll be tanks runnin'
up and down the street.

You know it. Okay?

And the f*ckin' prison guards?

You know the deal. The
outside run for the inside.

Now, we can't get no messages in or out.

We can't get the product in,
we can't get no money out!

It's them f*ckin' guards...

They's chokin' us to death, Mike.

Well, the only way
it'll get better, Bunny,

is if the whole world
gets f*cking quiet.

Real quiet, real fast.

Friend to friend...

I wouldn't be cooking,
and I wouldn't be moving.

You know how many of us they sh*t...

Like dogs...

In that prison?

They k*lled guards, Bunny.

And then they r*ped the rest of 'em with

their own f*cking Billy clubs.

These guards, they are
f*ckin' thirsty for round two.

They're just waiting
for you to do something.

BUNNY: Well, you was
inside. You know how it go.

All you got is your
pride, and right now...

They ain't even got that.

They cannot be the ones to blink, Mike.

I think they've already f*ckin' blinked.

Bunny. Right?

That's why they're
sweating their asses off

in f*cking tents.

They got no phones.

They got no dr*gs, they got no money,

they got no f*ckin' yard.

Hell, they won't even
get any f*ckin' food,

if they're not careful.

Sortin' out your leaders
is gonna be one thing.

But using this downtime to
steal turf, m*therf*cker...

It's a good way to get
S.W.A.T. in your living room.

Okay? Just lettin' you know.

Don't look at me, bruh.

I'm the one hidin' out on the roof

from all of this sh*t, aight?

I remember this rooftop bein'

Blood turf just one f*ckin' week ago.

And three years ago, this sh*t was mine!

I ain't take sh*t, Mike!
I just took it back!

Jehovah's Witness lookin' ass mo'fucker.

You know exactly what
I'm f*ckin' sayin'.

[CROSSTALK]

Hey, Sarah, can I get a coffee? Please?

There he is. Mikey, how are ya?

- MIKE: Yeah, all right.
- IAN: Mike.

All right, boys.

- What's goin' on?
- Thank you.

Okay. How's the parking lot?

They're walkin' around
like f*ckin' zombies

'cause it's so f*ckin' hot.

Half of 'em can't
even get off their cots

'cause they're detoxin' so bad.

We should've put 'em in tents years ago.

Got anybody lined up to run that sh*t?

Mexicans got it figured, I think.

Whites lost it two ways:

They lost Duke on the outside,

they lost their command on the inside,

they're a f*cking mess.

Bloods and Crips have been
hammerin' at each other,

but they've got no weapons now, so...

Just a bunch of schoolyard brawls.

Ragin' out here pretty good though, huh?

It's like f*ckin' Fallujah out here.

We can't hit their cook
houses while this plays out.

Okay?

But hittin' their cook
houses is my f*ckin' job.

Well, we need Crips in control. Okay?

'Cause Bunny's the only one who has any

f*ckin' common sense or vision,

we can't just make
him weaker, all right?

I mean, they're talkin' about
trophy hunting, for God's sakes.

Do they want another f*ckin' w*r?

They didn't learn a g*dd*mn
thing from the last one?

What we need to do is just
lock that Commons down...

- Hundred percent.
- And like, sweep them...

[CROSSTALK]

Will you all just f*ckin' listen to me?

f*ck! Okay?

They're talkin' to the
f*ckin' gangs, here.

We need a pecking
order inside, gentlemen.

So we have control on the outside.

I have no one to negotiate with.

There's no f*cking order!

When there's no order,
they do drive-bys

by the f*ckin' schools,

and every cop car that passes by.

We don't need that!

I gotta piss now.

What the f*ck you want us to do?

Just double your presence on the street,

and just pull back just a little.

All right? Just...

Give 'em some time
to work this sh*t out.

Can you do that?

- f*ck yeah.
- MIKE: Great.

Where's Ad Seg?

There ain't one.

Really?

We threw all the animals in together.

Milo's in general pop?

- Milo Sunter?
- MIKE: Yeah.

I don't know, I think
that piece of sh*t's dead.

He's not on our f*ckin' DOA list.

Are your sure?

You think I miss that sh*t?

Look, Mike, they're
still tryin' to ID bodies.

There's like, of 'em.

How do you not have ID
on all your prisoners?

Because they b*rned the medical records,

- the dental files.
- Ah, Jesus...

They destroyed the
computers, the servers.

They're fingerprinting cadavers.

It's a f*ckin' disaster.

All right, I gotta go.

- IAN: All right.
- MIKE: See you, boys.

IAN: See you, Mike.

[MUSIC]

[STEVIE] Hey, Mike.

MIKE: I gotta go, Stevie.

[STEVIE] I gotta talk to you real quick.

Yeah, you had your window.

Guess who the last
person was Duke talked to

before he got hit.

I give up.

It was you.

So, is there anything you wanna tell me?

You got his phone in evidence?

No, his phone is f*cking gone.

But everything on his phone
is in some data room somewhere.

So look, man, if...

If I've gotta sweep up...

I gotta know what f*cking got broke.

[MUSIC]

Yeah.

Everything's broke.

Sweep everything.

[INMATE CROSSTALK]

We got him behind the port o' johns.

No cameras.

Hey, Kareem...

Don't f*ckin' sh**t.

[KAREEM] Get the f*ck up!

[MUSIC]

[SOBBING]

[GROANING]

[SHOUTING]

He's gonna f*ckin' k*ll him.

Who gives a sh*t?

[SHOUTING]

We'll blame the Mexicans.

[PHONE RINGING]

MIKE: All right, what is it now?

Are you gonna make it
into the office today?

I don't know.

I need to know soon.
We have a packed house.

MIKE: Anyone I need to see?

I won't know that until
you get here, Mike.

Oh...

You got a call from a Wendy Morris,

from the Warwick Group?

Don't know her.

I looked them up, they're multinational.

She's their private prison rep.

MIKE: Well, she calls
back, tell her to f*ck off.

Yeah, I'm not gonna say that, Mike.

MIKE: Fine, say it your way.

Just make sure she hears
the "f*ck off" part.

[PHONE RINGING]

What's up?

MIKE: Hey, we need to speak.

All right. Speak.

MIKE: Not on the phone. Where are you?

At the coroner's.

All right, I'll be there in...

minutes. Don't leave.

I'm here hours a day, Mike.

Nothing would please
me more than leaving.

Well, don't leave...

I'll be right there.

You all right?

Been better.

Sheesh.

You have a final count?

We're still finding bodies
in nooks and crannies,

sublevel's a maze.

f*ck.

IA's gonna be up your
S.W.A.T. buddy's ass,

by the way.

Yeah, well, they saved my brother, so...

And dumped nearly half the guys in here.

Whole lotta sh**t',
no one sh**t' back.

They left . caliber shells
like f*cking breadcrumbs, Mike.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

How's Kyle?

Took a job upstate.

Look...

Milo isn't listed on the inmate roster.

I know.

Then why didn't you f*ckin' tell me?

I thought you knew.

You know f*ckin' everything else, Mike.

How many left to DNA?

It's a cluster of sex offenders,

of inmates tortured, then torched alive.

MIKE: f*ck.

Nobody's torching Milo!

Mike!

Mike!

We've got dead, and
criminal investigations.

It is a jurisdictional clusterfuck.

He got out.

I don't see how that's possible.

He didn't fall in with the
f*ckin' child molesters.

Okay, and he used every
g*ng in that prison.

How, Mike? What did, what did he do?

What, did he just walk
out the front gate?

Maybe!

Have you got inventory
on guard uniforms?

We do not have inventory
on guard uniforms.

It's a disaster.

We are blind.

You're going to have to issue

the escaped inmate alert, you know that?

- Issue an alert.
- Yeah!

For the most notorious criminal...

- Yeah!
- In Michigan?

Has maybe escaped?

You saw all the bodies.

I saw all the bodies?

Mm-hm.

And did you see him?

He is not one of the
bodies that we can identify.

You see what the f*ck I'm saying?

He got the f*ck out, Evelyn.

And the disaster grows...

This is a disaster, Evelyn!

Everything else is f*ckin' shrapnel!

[MUSIC]

Hey.

IRIS: Hey.

Where'd you get that swimsuit?

I found it on the boat.

We gotta go, okay?

Okay? You gotta leave.

What happened?

Mike!

We gotta leave.

[FOGHORN BLARING]

Homing pigeon.

Sending a message to my son.

Where's your son?

He lives up in Detroit.

MIKE: That's far.

Nah, far is when he lived in Cleveland.

MIKE: How often do
you send him a message?

Every Wednesday I send him
one, and he sends me one back.

Same day?

The pigeon takes about
four hours, round trip.

MIKE: Why don't you just call him?

How many calls do you miss a day?

How many texts?

I can't count how many I've missed.

But I ain't never missed a pigeon.

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

You take it easy, now.

Have a good day.

You got everything worked out?

We gotta safe house her here for a week

while we line out an ID and a location.

Where's the location?

Scottsdale or Denver.

Can we do Denver?
She'll melt in the desert.

Computer picks it, we don't
have anything to do with it.

Well, just keep pressin'
that f*ckin' enter button

until it says Denver.

We'll give it our best sh*t.

Okay, I'll follow you.

Mike...

You can't know where we're goin'.

For all we know, you were followed here.

If I was followed, then
they can f*ckin' follow you.

We can't do it.

Look, I don't think she's
gonna go if I don't take her.

Then she doesn't do it.

f*ck. Give me a minute.

[FOGHORN BLARING]

Ready?

I don't wanna go.

Okay.

What are you gonna do, Iris?

They're gonna give you a new identity.

You get a house, you get a car.

They'll help you get a f*cking job.

All right?

Go to school.

Start a new life.

But you decide the course of it.

Well, there's schools here.

And there's houses here...

The schools here are to
teach you to get the f*ck out.

The houses are for people who can't.

But I can't call you,
and you can't visit me.

No.

No, no.

You can't, and I can't, either.

That's how it works.

Man.

Why the boat?

Why the boat, Mike?

Why do somethin' so nice?

I'll tell you why.

The boat was...

The boat was for you.

It wasn't for me.

To make you feel better about all this.

- I didn't do it for me...
- Mm-hm, okay.

And you know it.

It was to give you a second chance.

And you're f*ckin' welcome.

[ENGINE STARTING]

[DOOR SENSOR BEEPING]

- Hi.
- Hello.

A bottle of red label, please?

[BOTTLES CLINKING]

How much is that?

It's .

Okay. Here's .

Thank you.

No! g*dd*mn it!

Give it up!

No!

Give it f*cking up, bitch!

Take it!

Take the cash!

Just take the cash!

Ah, f*ck!

[KYLE] What?

They spotted us!

How do you know?

Because they're turning around!

Air , we are in pursuit.
Coordinates to follow.

B , we have visual on them.

[MUSIC]

What are you doin'?

What the f*ck does it
look like I'm doin'?

They're Canadians!
They don't have any g*ns!

They're smugglers, all
smugglers have f*ckin' g*ns.

Whatever you say, John Wayne.

Siren.

Which one's the siren?

The crank.

The big f*cking crank right next to you!

Sorry, I missed the f*cking siren day

at boating school!

Michigan State Police.

Halt your vessel, or we will disable it.

Halt your vessel, or we will disable it!

How are you gonna disable it?

Ah, it's bullshit.

But they must think we have torpedoes,

'cause it works every time.

Get down. Get down from there.

Why you f*ckers won't
just pay the tariff?

Come on, show me how much you got.

Get the f*ck down!

Get your f*ckin' hands
where I can see 'em.

Back the f*ck up. Back the f*ck up!

- It's maple syrup!
- [MORASS] Yep.

Yeah, what are you hiding in it?

What do you mean?

What kind of dr*gs are they hiding?!

dr*gs?!

Shut the f*ck up!

They're not hiding dr*gs,
they're just jumpin' the tariff!

Come on, you know the drill.

You gotta pay the fine
and the tariff right now...

- Or follow us in.
- Oh my God.

We confiscate it and
hand it over to customs,

and you pay the fine to them.

Checkbooks in my quarters.

Great, we take f*ckin' checks!

Hey, can I talk to you
for a f*ckin' second?!

You have the tactical awareness
of a f*cking eight-year-old!

You didn't tell me we
were chasin' maple syrup,

I thought there was
f*cking dr*gs on this boat!

The dr*gs go the other way, dipshit.

And we let 'em, 'cause
I got a f*ckin' family!

And I don't tell you sh*t
'cause you're a rookie.

Don't give me that "rookie" sh*t!

I've been Kingstown PD for years.

Yeah, well, you're a rookie to me.

You know what?

You're lucky there were
no dr*gs on this boat,

you left three guys on deck
and you didn't even frisk 'em.

Dumb! m*therf*cker!

Christ.

Can I get one of those?

Is your tooth all right?

Yo.

Patrol caught him a few blocks up.

They're gonna charge him with
as*ault and armed robbery.

But he wasn't armed, wasn't armed.

Well, the arresting officer,
they found a Kn*fe on him.

He didn't use a Kn*fe, Ian.

No, not this time,
Mariam, but next time...

Look. Now look, Mariam.

Are you okay to identify this guy?

Yeah, what's his name?

Marco Diaz.

Okay, I wanna talk to him.

[POLICE RADIO FEEDBACK]

Oh my God, what happened?

He resisted.

- I'm not pressing charges.
- IAN: Mariam...

He's got a juvenile record
the size of a phone book.

What he did to you,

he just fast-tracked
himself to adulthood.

You're fast-tracking him! You are, Ian!

All right, look, I didn't
say anything to Mike.

- I didn't say anything to Kyle.
- Don't!

But they will not be okay with this.

Stevie's not okay with
this kid runnin' the street,

- I'm not okay with it.
- I'm okay with it!

Let him go, Stevie.

IAN: Mariam, listen to me.

This coulda been so much worse.

So much worse, he coulda k*lled ya.

Yeah.

Yes, ma'am.

He's gonna k*ll somebody.

No. Your g*ng'll k*ll him, first.

[DOOR RELEASE BEEPING]

How many hours left to identify him?

Another one.

Great.

They're still finding
bodies in the prison,

but there are only without a tag.

We can rule four out by
size, five out by ethnicity.

So, there's your odds.

Three that could be a match,
or maybe he's still on a roll.

You talkin' about Milo?

I wouldn't get too worked up.

If he's alive, he's probably
still hiding beneath the prison.

Is that why I'm here?

Of course that's why you're here.

Mike didn't tell you this?

What a f*ckin' guy, huh?

Whoa, whoa. Where you goin'?

For a walk.

I wanna go for a walk.

- Let's have a seat...
- Get your f*cking hands off me!

You said this was voluntary, right?

This is voluntary, yes.

So, I wanna go for a walk. Alone.

We can't protect you
if we're not with you.

There were three of you the
last time that he took me.

I don't think you can protect me at all.

MIKE: Rebecca?

Yeah?

What the f*ck?

Thought we were packed?

We were.

Okay, well...

Why don't you get the f*ck outta here?

Go home.

Thank you.

All right.

Just lock up when you leave, all right?

Goodnight.

- MIKE: Thank you.
- You're welcome.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Rebecca, just lock up and leave...

Is it true?

Milo out?

Is Milo out?

I don't know.

What does your heart tell you?

I try not to listen to my heart, Iris.

What does it tell you, Mike?

It tells me it's true.

Next time on Mayor of Kingstown...

[g*nf*re]

You ever see anything like this before?

Not like this.

It's a f*cking m*ssacre under your flag!

No, not my flag. No,
I did not call that.

Let me go. Let me go, Mike!

I can't have her here.

I cannot leave her alone.

Somebody's f*cking cooking something up.

IAN: This town's gonna get locked down.

We need some order on the inside, cuz.

This only goes one way until it stops.