03x04 - Rag Doll

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♪ MTV ♪

Previously on "Mayor of Kingstown"...

I have a son in the grave.

The person who k*lled him

- got out this morning.
- Greg!

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪♪

[IAN] Noskov, it's him.

He's cleaning f*cking house.

Who did it? Was it you?

[GRUNTING]

You Konstantin?

Throwing babies in the f*cking garbage?

You got my attention.

- This is your warning?
- No more dead bodies.

You found me.

You give up the prints,
I'll even cover for you.

[HORN BLARING]

[SHOUTING]

[MIKE] You can't k*ll me.

Because you f*cking need me.

[BUNNY] Cuz, you got to
work on your turnaround time.

[KEVIN] It's hard to get
calls out when I'm on shift.

[MIKE] We both know what
Callahan is capable of.

He's back for a f*cking reason.

And it's ain't Gunner.

My boss, he's an admirer.

He just wants to help.

- Read it, I didn't say it.
- Where'd you read... ?

♪♪

[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]

[DISPATCHER] All units,
all units, be advised.

Be on the lookout for
two suspects in connection

with the explosions at KPD.

First suspect identified as John York.

Keep it moving.

[DISPATCHER] Male, white, 32,

five-foot-nine, 180 pounds.

Armed and dangerous.

Second suspect, unknown male,

white, late 30s, medium build.

[MAN OVER RADIO] Central, 56.

Be advised,

roadblock established at
East Turnbull and 22nd.

[MAN 2] Copy, 56. Thank
you. 14 Central, you copy?

[MAN 3] Central, 14. Go ahead.

[DISPATCHER] 14, need you
Code 9 at 4th Street bridge.

[MAN 3] Copy. We're eastbound on Aquila.

Approaching Nottington.

[STEVIE] We got an El
Camino, out-of-state plates.

Ran a red light at the


[GRUNTING]

[IAN] Who ordered the bombing?

[DISPATCHER] Is the suspect armed?

Not anymore, he isn't.

Suspect is unarmed but resisted arrest.

Wouldn't comply with officers' requests.

[SIREN WAILS]

[GRUNTING]

[WOMAN] All units...

Give me the f*cking name!

[WOMAN] Suspect is believed to be armed

- and dangerous...
- [INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

Hey.

- Hey.
- Jesus, Kyle.

[SLOW, DRAMATIC MUSIC]

f*ck. Tell me your cameras are working.

- Got this on video?
- [SIGHS]

Yeah, two males, but they were masked.

But we got something better, though.

The f*cking morons used
burners to detonate the bombs.

- Yeah.
- But two of them didn't go off.

- The number still came in.
- Uh-huh.

- Yeah.
- Yeah. There's a record.

AT&T just coughed up a name

- and a last-known.
- Address?

Motel. It's sh*t.

Name's John York, though.

A.B.-affiliated.

♪♪

What's the b*mb squad
guy say about this?

Uh, his signature's
different than Ma's funeral.

- The f*ck knows, Mike? I don't.
- [SCOFFS] sh*t.

[MAN OVER RADIO] 10-78, over.

Request immediate backup

- and tactical unit...
- Okay.

- Here we go.
- All right.

That's us. Wheels up.

[ENGINE STARTS]

[DISPATCHER] I'm taking
reports of possible suspects

spotted in the vicinity
of 23rd and Hawthorne.

[MAN] Any unit with eyes on him?

[MAN 2] 18. No eyes on him.

But one of the witnesses said
he may have gone to King Drive.

[TIRES SCREECH]

- [MAN] Central...
- [WOMAN] Give me the location...

[OVERLAPPING CHATTER]

All units, check your mics.
You're stepping on each other.

Most departments gone
digital last few years.

But KPD? Nah.

[WOMAN] ... Code 3.

[MAN] Eyes? Anyone got
eyes on the suspect? Over.

[WOMAN] Suspect is armed.
Multiple witnesses...

[MAN] Cutting out, please repeat.

[WOMAN] White male, late 20s, early 30s,

matches description
of suspect John York.

That's f*cking right!

Ha! Y'all ain't chasing no
more f*cking n*gg*s today!

Mm-mm.

[MAN] We got to 10-6
this party. Stand by.

[DONNELL] They about to
jump channels before sh*t

gets chaotic. Hold on, hold on.

[MAN] Stand by.

We're on multiple channels today.

[WHOOPS]

Starting to feel like Christmas
out in this b*tch, huh?

Mm. [GRUNTS]

- [INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]
- Okay.

Here we m*therf*cking go.

- [MAN] Where is he?
- [SIGHS]

Here we f*cking go.

[TIRES SCREECH]

[EXCITING MUSIC]

♪♪

Tactical team in position, over.

- g*n!
- Drop your weapon,

drop your weapon. Drop
your f*cking weapon.

- [OVERLAPPING SHOUTING]
- [g*nshots]

Clear.

[MAN IN DISTANCE] Clear!

[MIKE] Ah, f*ck. Robert.

Gosh, keep him alive.

Sh... Damn it.

[SLOW, SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪ See you at Allah gates ♪

♪ All my dogs gonna swarm
on you like raw steaks ♪

♪ Pies and jumbs, I'm-a
let 'em all bake... ♪

[POUNDING ON DOOR]

♪ It's the storm without the calm ♪

♪ A p*stol in my palm... ♪

- [POUNDING ON DOOR]
- The f*ck?

♪ It's the life that I'm living ♪

♪ No f*ck that I'm giving,
it's a m*rder scene ♪

♪ Tell the f*cking
ambulance to get 'em... ♪

[GARAGE DOOR WHIRRING]

♪ A p*stol in my palm ♪

♪ It's the blood being drawn ♪

♪ From your body on this song ♪

♪ It's the life that I'm living ♪

♪ No f*ck that I'm giving ♪

♪ It's a m*rder scene, tell the
f*cking ambulance to get 'em ♪

The f*ck?

♪ I'm always trying to break bread ♪

♪ Always trying to
take the f*cking crown ♪

♪ So I can take heads,
underground rappers... ♪

It's not normal.

[MUSIC STOPS]

What's normal?

Don't your neighbors complain?
It's early as f*ck, Kareem.

Well, who they gonna call? Police?

[FRIDGE DOOR OPENS]

- What about the wife and kids?
- [DOOR CLOSES]

[CAN POPS]

What sh*t you bringing to my house?

Look, the, uh, Aryans
set off bombs at KPD.

Whoa, whoa, what bombs?

- Yeah.
- Any casualties?

No.

It's a f*cking sh*t show out there,

and I need a pass.

I need to get to Callahan. Like, now.

[SIGHS]

[EXHALES]

- I'll set it up.
- All right.

Thanks.

You know what? Shower up.

It's gonna be a f*ck of a day, Kareem.

[GARAGE DOOR WHIRRING]

♪ Shots leave y'all
Planet of the Apes dead ♪

♪ Jeff Chandler, I'm-a
let them hands fly ♪

♪ Just in case... ♪

[TRAIN BELL CLANGING]

[SNIFFLES] Ma?

Ma! Say something.

f*cking please!

I'm sorry. I know.

I know, that's why I'm
calling you before your shift.

It's why I'm... [SNIFFLING]

I need help.

I just, I need some money.

Look, I'm in trouble. Okay?

Look, I-I'm in true trouble,

so I just need a few
bucks... just a few bucks,

so you can leave some under the gnome.

All right, I'll come
down to the plant, then!

Ma, please?

[PANTING]

[SLOW, ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC]

f*ck.

[DOG BARKING]

[BARKING CONTINUES]

[DOOR OPENS]

[HANDCUFFS CLICKING]

Thank you.

[DOGS BARKING]

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[WHINES]

Funny, Mike.

What's that, Cal?

These used to be exercise runs

for f*ck on death row, remember?

[DOG WHINES]

Now it's a f*cking kennel.

- [DOG BARKS]
- Must be something in that.

Some kind of metaphor.

I don't know. I don't know.

Ah, nights in the hole.

You ever get those vivid dreams?

I was having the best
f*cking dream, man.

They say solitary's cruel and unusual.

Doesn't have to be.

Why are you back?

'Cause I missed you?

sh*t just seemed a little,

I don't know, rudderless.

Gave it a minute, bide my time...

sh*t got worse.

So you come back to
town, you don't reach out?

That it?

Well, I sent up a flare.

Mm.

I hear you took over for Mitch.

Those are big shoes, brother. Big shoes.

Somebody had to do it.

No doubt.

I was sorry to hear about him.

And your mom now? Jesus, Mike.

It's f*cking body blows.

Man, look, I need your help, all right?

Bombs set off at KPD last night.

Two soldiers. Your people.

- My people?
- Yeah.

I just got back, Mike.

Sounds like old resentments.

Well, they f*cked up the job, Cal.

Cops got one of 'em.

Guy tried to sh**t
through a wall of SWAT.

sh*t, they don't sound like
rocket scientists, now, do they?

KPD finds the other one,

they'll know who ordered it.

That could be a problem
for you. Just saying.

If I find him, I can
make the problem go away.

I need a name.

Get me back into gen pop,

we'll see if I can get you an ID.

It's the best I can do.

Give me the day.

I can get you six hours.

- [DOOR OPENS]
- [DOGS BARKING]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[HANDCUFFS CLICKING]

[ENTRY BELLS JINGLE]

[IAN] Hey, Mikey.

What's up? Hi.

Merle Callahan, back
in f*cking Kingstown.

Okay? It's not good for anyone.

So, if he ordered this f*cking attack,

I need to find the f*ck
that will say that out loud

so we can neutralize this m*therf*cker.

Get him sent to I-Max,

bury him in a cell for 23 hours a day.

Yeah. Throw that f*cking key away.

He play deaf, dumb and blind?

Put it on Gunner.

[SCOFFS] f*cking shocker.

Let's just find the f*ck.

Let's get him to name Callahan,

but he's got to be alive to name him.

Okay?

What, you directing that sh*t at me?

Yeah. Who else am I looking at?

[PHONE BUZZING]

Yeah?

Hey, I know got a lot on your plate,

but you wanted a heads-up on Anna?

- Yeah.
- Anna Fletcher,

her arraignment is today.

Oh, yeah, yeah, f*ck, okay.

All right. All right.

f*ck me. All right, gotta go.

[TENSE MUSIC]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

♪♪

How fast can you get me a line?

That's a tall order.

There's combat outside the walls.

Gotta play our f*cking part.

Screws don't want sh*t going
in or coming out right now.

Conjure me a f*cking
miracle, you Nordic angel.

Sam, you guys work in C unit today.

It's undergoing electrical repairs.

So make sure the natives
get extra playtime

in the yard until the power comes on,

or you suffer the f*cking
surliness. All right?

Today is not a good day for madness.

There's chaos on the
streets, and our job

is to keep that outside of our walls.

Make sure our population
doesn't add fuel to the fire.

So, no outgoing calls, no visitation

until this is resolved.

f*ck. That's gonna be a sh*t show.

Sweep cells.

Turn out anyone who
may have a cell, pager,

homing pigeon.

Cut lines between prison and town.

Shouldn't we just lock it down, Warden?

No, Carney.

Don't revoke other
privileges. That's idiotic.

Our inmates didn't light up KPD. Right?

We are not punishing
the whole population.

That's it.

Can I have a-a word, sir?

Walk with me.

Well, what the f*ck
are we doing, ladies?

Go. You heard him.

I got a bad feeling, man.

You know what's good to boost,
just pick one and be quick.

It's that easy.

This one. This one here.

Okay.

Get me out of here,
brother. Get me gone.

[SOFTLY] Okay.

On my last shift I was
covering lunch breaks

for security. I think I saw something.

Yeah?

Looked like the CO working X-rays

let a female employee through

with contraband knowingly, sir.

That's a serious
accusation for a rookie.

I'm not 100%, sir, but...

Then why bring it to me?

Not something I can abide.

You know, if you see
something, if you're 100%,

come to me.

But don't seek it out.

You do, the COs will see
that, smell it on you,

and they'll freeze you the f*ck out.

You alienate your brothers and sisters,

might as well just ask me

to rubber stamp your resignation.

- I understand.
- No, son, I'm serious.

You get jammed up in here,

you get trapped on the range,

you don't want dead air
when you call for backup.

I understand. Thank you.

[JUDGE] Ms. Fletcher,

do you know why you are here?
The charges brought against you?

I fully understand the
charges, Your Honor.

[PUBLIC DEFENDER] May I approach, Judge?

Let your client answer.

I k*lled the man who m*rder*d my son.

And I would do it a hundred
times over if I could.

Your client understands where she is

and what she has done, Counselor,

and exhibits no remorse.

How do you plead, Ms. Fletcher?

[ANNA] Guilty, Your Honor.

[JUDGE] Are you pleading
guilty by your own choice?

[ANNA] Yes, ma'am.

Has anyone threatened you
to make you plead guilty?

[ANNA] No, Your Honor.

[JUDGE] Has anyone made you any promises

in order for you to plead guilty?

[ANNA] No, Your Honor.

[MIKE] Anna Fletcher,
she's a client of mine.

Yeah.

I figured you'd be too
busy for house calls, Mike.

She wanted me to
grease the parole board,

keep her son's k*ller inside.

Ugh, even you can't do that.

Yeah, I told her so.

Look, she's not a criminal.
You know that, right?

Mike, she shot someone
six times in cold blood

in front of a busload of people.

She just pled guilty.

She's mourning.

You gotta put a statute of
limitations on grief. Huh?

You consider minimums, at least,

so she doesn't fricking die in prison?

No. M-One's got my hands
tied. It's life, no parole.

Well, come on. Amend the charges, then.

Second-degree manslaughter.
You can do that.

- I got too much on my plate...
- Hey, you can do that

- if you f*cking do it.
- ... to not pick

- low-hanging fruit, Mike.
- Come on.

I gotta focus on what's
going on out there.

And so should you.

Yeah.

[SIGHS HEAVILY]

It's gonna get worse,
huh? Before better?

I don't know. How would I know?

As long as good guys
are chasing bad guys.

Too busy to be pissed at you.

- [LAUGHS]
- You know?

Anna Fletcher.

- Think about it.
- Hey, what is it?

Huh? About her?

You know, I don't know. Just...

- Uh...
- [PHONE BUZZING]

My mom had that same look.

So...

I got to go.

- Catch you later. Yeah?
- [IAN] Mikey,

we got this f*cking c*cksucker.

He boosted a car.

Stevie, you drive.

Yeah, where?

We're leaving the station now.

He's on Hudson. What is it, Steve?

Last seen on Jefferson, north of Hudson.

Last seen on Jefferson, north of Hudson.

Black-and-whites are all over it.

We got an eye in the sky.

North of Hudson.

That's Crip territory.

What do you read, Merle?

What do I read,
or what am I presently reading?

Generally, uh,

mysteries, histories,

romance... Mein Kampf?

I read everything.

So, you don't discriminate

in your literature.

Well, I ain't exactly
reading Harlem Renaissance.

My eyes ain't watching God.

You're in gen pop for a reason.

Not just passing the time.

I sent out a signal, waiting
for it to bounce back.

Good, 'cause your six
hours is almost up.

One thing I know how to manage is time.

Spare a stick of gum, Warden?

[SIGHS]

You look tired, boss.

Drink puts you to sleep, but
it ain't a good sleep, is it?

Well, it's a sleep in my own bed,

under my own roof, with my family.

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

♪♪

[SIRENS WAILING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[HORNS HONKING]

- [PANTING]
- Come on, faster, man.

They're gonna f*cking k*ll me.

Yeah. Where are you now?

[IAN] Mikey, we got
this f*cking shitbag.

East on Stanley, by
Skogstram Steel Works.

- You got that?
- Yeah. I'm ten minutes out.

[SIREN WAILING]

Oh, sh*t!

[DISPATCHER] Two suspects,
now headed east on Fourth,

towards the riverfront. One vehicle.

[HORNS HONKING]

f*ck!

- sh*t! Go! Go!
- [GRUNTS]

- f*ck.
- I'm on g*dd*mn parole, f*ck.

- f*ck. f*ck!
- [HORN HONKING]

- Hold on!
- [SCREAMS]

[CRASHING]

Ian, what the f*ck's going on?

Where are we?

This f*ck just hit a phone pole, Mike.

Connor and Langston, Mikey.

Look, hey. If you get this f*ck,

hold him for me. All right?

Mikey, there's gonna be f*cking
press, I'm telling you that.

Just hold him.

[PANTING]

Run!

[SIRENS WAILING]

[TIRES SCREECH]

[SIRENS WAILING]


vehicle, foot pursuit.

Two suspects on the corner
of Vanguard and Hudson.

Requesting backup.

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

The m*therf*cker crashed,
like, five blocks away.

- I heard that sh*t.
- [LAUGHTER]

Man, ain't nothing

beat rolling up on a fight you ain't in.

It's courtside, baby.

- Go keep eyes on that sh*t.
- All right, respect.

Yeah.

[IAN] Right there! Stop right there!

- g*dd*mn it!
- Okay, okay, okay! Okay! Okay.

Down on your knees, hands in the air!

Hands in the air!

I just said I'd give him a ride!

I just said I'd give
him a ride. I just said

- I'd give him a ride.
- [IAN] Shut it.

- [STAMPER] f*ck!
- You see any weapon?

I don't see sh*t.

[IAN] f*ck.

Okay.

[IAN] Kyle.

- He moves wrong, drop him.
- Easy...

Kyle.

Hey, look.

We can fix all this sh*t.

All right?

Let me help you fix it.

Just a ride, man. I had no idea
what sh*t he was into, okay?

All right, I hear you, I hear you.

But we can make this right,
just drop down to your knees.

Just a f*cking ride!

Well, yeah, but it wasn't
just a ride, though.

Was it?

You jacked that ride.

But, listen, you help us,

that grand theft, it goes away.

It goes right away, starters.

For real? Don't-don't
bullshit. Dude, for real?

We don't want you, we want your friend.

Now help me,

I help you.

f*ck, f*ck. f*ck.

Don't worry about them,
don't worry about them.

Just take a knee, please.

For your safety.

Just take a knee.

- [STAMPER GROANING]
- Good.

- There you go. That's it.
- [GRUNTING]

Good, good, good. Place your
fingers behind your head for me.

- You do that?
- [WHIMPERING] Yeah, yeah.

Okay.

- Anything that can stick me?
- No. No.

Huh? All right. Hands behind your back.

- Hands behind your back.
- Got him?

- Yeah.
- All right. There you go.

- Got him.
- See what he knows.

[STAMPER GROANS]

Holy f*ck. Are you right
in the f*cking head?

Oh, chill, he's unarmed.

Don't tell me to chill.
What if he wasn't?

Well, you'd have taken him out.

Jesus Christ. So I'm
a f*cking marksman now?

[SOMBER MUSIC]

♪♪

[DISTANT SIRENS WAILING]

[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]

What's happening?

Little b*tch running his
a*s this way, looks like.

The hell he think he is?

f*cking lost is what he is.

[RADIO STATIC CRACKLES]

[DISPATCHER] Need all
available officers,

lights and sirens.

- Game time.
- Whoa, sh*t, yeah.

Suspect seen on foot.

Allagash heading west toward Howard.

Whoever we got down that side,
tell them to keep a lookout.

[DONNELL] Copy.

[DISPATCHER] Suspect
continues to head west.

Now heading up towards Talbot Street.

Whoa, this is gonna get
interesting real f*cking quick.

as*h*le ran right into the lion's den.

Yeah, well, only one of
us has the f*cking lion

on speed dial.

[PHONE BUZZING]

Yeah, yeah.

[BUNNY] I got something
that belong to you, Mike.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪♪

[BRAKES SQUEAL SOFTLY]

[DOOR CREAKS OPEN]

[RAP MUSIC PLAYING FAINTLY]

[SIGHS]

Hey, hey.

What up?

- What's good?
- What's good, man?

That necessary?

He failed to comply.

I can see that.

You let me take him
out of here, if need be?

Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Catch and release, baby.
What's good is good.

All right. I need to talk
to him a minute, outside.

Yeah, man. You do what
you got to do, but look.

When them crackers ask
who tied that bow...

- Yeah, I'll let 'em know.
- All right.

Cesar.

[GROANS]

[COUGHING]

[PANTING]

[EXHALES]

My name's Mike McLusky.

And you...

are in a really bad spot.

[SPITS]

[SNIFFLES]

I think you know that.

Couldn't boost a car
yourself, is that it?

Hey, motherfuck... Get the f*ck...

Just relax. Just f*cking relax.

- [CUTTING RESTRAINTS]
- Your friend gave you up.

So, Macon, who called in the order?

[SCOFFS] I don't know.

Well...

if you want off the rooftop,

I'm gonna need that answer, okay?

Man, I don't know who f*cking called it.

Well, maybe you do.

Came from on high.

Word got to me second, thirdhand.

Second, thirdhand, you said. Is that it?

That's how you want to play this?

What choice I got, man? Hmm?

Eight of mine burned alive.

I'm a soldier for my nation, my people.

Yeah. Pure white race.

I understand. How's
that working out for you?

How's it working out
for you, m*therf*cker?

Well, I can get you off this roof.

I can get you out of
this state, keep you safe.

[LAUGHS] Safe?

Safe where?

Safe with who?

I'm not gonna say sh*t. All right?

So the cops'll ice me
before I'm processed,

faster than your f*cking
gorilla friends down there.

Ah. You know, if Bunny wanted
you dead, you'd already be.

Bunny, first-name
f*cking basis. [LAUGHS]

Just give up the f*cking
shot caller and we're done.

- Mm-hmm.
- Or don't.

KPD will f*cking k*ll you

and all your pasty-a*s
f*cking soldiers.

Oh, yeah? Does that include you, Mike?

'Cause I know you.

I was inside.

Mm-hmm.

See, my first year was your last.

Man, folks used to talk about
you with f*cking reverence.

"Oh, Mike McLusky was the man."

I'm sorry, I don't remember you.

Yeah, well, you don't really
remember any of it, do you?

'Cause you caught that jungle fever.

Gunner tries to take you out,

gets shivved by your friends in there.

Your house gets shot up, huh?

Your ma's funeral blown up.

The f*ck do you know about my house?

- What the f*ck do you know?
- I'm just saying!

Yeah, what are you f*cking just saying?

I'm just f*cking saying, man.

I'm saying how it is,
what it looks like, Mike.

Yeah? What's that?

[SCOFFS] Business be
business, and that's fine.

But you dirty your hands.
You touch black to get green.

Just say the f*cking shot caller.

Say the f*cking shot caller.

Merle Callahan.

f*ck you, man! f*ck you!

- Just say it.
- You f*cking traitor.

Just say the f*cking name.

You give him up? Huh? You give him up?

All he's done for our people. Huh?

All he f*cking did for you!

[GASPS]

[BODY THUDS]

♪ Right beside you, but miles away... ♪

Joe, hook me up. Yeah, give me a beer.

♪ Nothin' but distance and skyline ♪

♪ Right beside you... ♪

Thanks.

How's our boy, you think?

Kyle? Ah, f*ck.

He swims in the same sh*t we all do.

Well, he handled himself
today, leveled up.

- You f*cking clock that?
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah. Yeah, he took that f*ck down,

- did it smart.
- Yeah.

Why you asking?

Oh, nothing, just observing.

[SCOFFS] Let me finish my f*cking drink

and we can go observe somewhere else.

Yeah. Round's on me.

[CLEARS THROAT]

The f*ck was that today?

The f*ck was what?

What, you know that dude was unarmed?

No.

Right.

So, you inviting a b*llet?

Farthest thing from my mind, brother.

Well, so, same again then,
what the f*ck was that?

Well, if you hadn't blasted that Aryan

in the f*cking toilet,

maybe this'd be over a little sooner.

No, that's f*cking detective talk, Kyle.

That's f*cking bullshit.

And that m*therf*cker was armed.

If you don't know if he's
armed, then he's f*cking armed.

You get me?

When you're in the field,

and you got a sister in front of you

and a brother behind
you, and you make contact,

what do you do?

Two in the chest, one in the dome.

Yeah. That's a good answer.

[DARK, ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC]

♪♪

[LOCK BUZZES]

Wasn't sure you'd come back.

Mm. Ah, I think you'll be
seeing a lot of me, Cal,

now that you're here.

That comforts.

Yeah.

Got a name for you.

Yeah. Me, too.

He give up anything?

The cops didn't get to him.

They just flushed him into
the wrong f*cking 'hood.

- Which?
- Crips.

Everybody's watching
this like a ball game.

How?

They threw him off a
three-story building.

sh*t. [CHUCKLES]

- sh*t.
- Yeah.

You know what happens, Mike,

you fall from a height like that?

Shatter everything in your body, sure,

but you f*cking bounce. Seen it.

g*dd*mn rag doll.

Yeah.

Well, the rag doll didn't roll,

so whoever called the order seems safe.

Yeah.

"Whoever."

Yeah.

You'll be back in gen pop tomorrow.

'Cause I complied?

'Cause you dealt, Cal. That's why.

You played it right.

How you gonna play it, Mike?

Now on, now I'm back?

I work with you, like we always did.

Look.

Gunner was a 'roided-out punk...

too much heart and too little head...

made questionable f*cking moves.

Not who I would've picked,
Mike, I'd known your plan.

Yeah. I needed someone outside,

inside to even that sh*t out.

That was the plan.

You weren't on the list.

I'm here now.

And I need to know, if I
call, you're gonna pick up.

I ask a favor, you'll see it done.

For old times' sake?

[CHUCKLES]

Sure, Mike.

If that's the sugar you
need to swallow the load,

old f*cking times' sake, yeah?

g*dd*mn.

We're one percent of
the prison population,

20% of the violence.

Not 'cause we want it,
'cause it's how it has to be.

It's how we f*cking survive.

It's how you f*cking survived.

Hmm.

I respect our history, Cal,
what you've done for me.

That does not go unnoticed.

So you call, I'll answer.

You ask, you'll f*cking receive.

Yeah.

[RECEIVER CLICKS IN CRADLE]

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪♪

[SHACKLES RATTLING]

- [LIVELY CHATTER]
- [DANCE MUSIC PLAYING]

[DANCE MUSIC CONTINUES]

[CHATTER AND LAUGHTER]

♪♪

It's him.

My friend.

We are going to do great things.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪♪

♪♪

[ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC]

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