04x05 - Damned

[bunniefuu]

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[MIKE] The cartel

is making real moves.

And you sent out two hitters

to deal with a f*cking platoon.

Our scorecard has us up.

You want to stay up, you got
to double down and do it now.

Raph got Cruz's number. I'll make it so.

[MENACING MUSIC]

We sent a message. Right now, Cruz

chained up in sick bay. And Rafael...

[CHUCKLES] Man, he took
some licks, but he whole.

You and I have a mutual friend.

Stay the course

and I'll make sure you stay cozy.

Did you drop that brick? 'Cause you knew

she had a witness to
put you at Morrissey's?

I grew up with her. I
wouldn't f*cking touch her.

You got to be smart here. And just stop.

I can't. Even if I wanted to.

I got a line on that witness.

I'm gonna track this
f*ck down. Case goes away.

What's the worst that
could f*cking happen?

Prisoners at Ad Seg...

I'm-I'm gonna read you the names, okay?

What? Uh... Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Go.

- Yeah.
- There is Buck Simpson,

Jeremiah Williams,

- Dennis Langham...
- Hey, what about Callahan?

Merle Callahan, is he on that list?

Yeah. Merle Callahan's here.

He's been there the whole time.

In the cell next to Kyle.

g*dd*mn it!

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

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- Yeah, bury that sh*t good.
- [ENGINE STARTS]

Don't want nobody clocking my machinery.

[LAUGHING]

That's some sophisticated
peekaboo sh*t right here.

[CHUCKLES]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[FORKLIFT BEEPING]

Hey. Ready for export.

♪

Firepower go north,

chemical comes south.

When my product come in?

Tonight. 22:00 hours.

You mean ten o'clock,
mean, say ten o'clock.

This ain't Fallujah.

[SCOFFS] Ain't it?

I mean, it's pretty g*dd*mn
close, don't you think?

Yeah, this m*therf*cker up and running.

[TRUCK ENGINE STARTS]

[SLOW, SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[BUZZER SOUNDS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[CUFFS CLICK]

The f*ck, Mike?

Yeah, look, Tracy and
Mitch, they're-they're okay.

Why wouldn't they be? What's going on?

Well, it's the-the f*ck
in the cell next to you.

Yeah? What about him?

It's Merle Callahan.

Je... Jesus f*cking Christ, Mike.

Yeah, I know. I know.

f*ck, I never asked him his name.

God. F... What the...

How the f*ck did this happen, Mike?

That... I mean, that's not
a coincidence, you know?

Absolutely not a coincidence.

Well, I-I never told
him who I was, so...

Yeah, he already knew.

- This f*cking...
- Yeah.

All right, so, uh,
what's he offered you?

Offered me?

- Yeah, Kyle.
- Nothing.

Advice, I guess. f*cking nothing.

Don't bullshit me, Kyle.

I'm not.

- Kyle?
- Just advice.

That's all, okay?

He knew that I got
worked over, and he...

Just, you know, the "keep
your head down" bullshit.

Yeah, well, he's
working you to get at me.

You understand that? This
is the nastiest m*therf*cker

I've ever known.

Don't buy it. Don't buy anything.

Hey, look at me.

I'm gonna get him moved, okay?

It's a lot to f*cking process, Michael.

- sh*t.
- Don't take

anything from him,

advice or otherwise. You hear me?

If you offer your hand,
he'll bite it the f*ck off.

Don't let him know
that he's made, either.

- I get it.
- Okay, freeze him the f*ck out.

If I go mute on him,
then he's gonna know

- that something's going on...
- Yeah, yeah.

Just-just minimize the chat.

Just "yes" and "no" this guy, all right?

All right. Okay, I know how to play it.

Yeah. 'Cause he figures it out, then

who-who knows what he's gonna do then.

- Tracy.
- He's gonna hurt you to get to me.

He's gonna hurt her to get to you.

Get her the f*ck out of Kingstown.

- Yeah. It's happening.
- Right f*cking now, Mike.

I got KPD there already.

I'm gonna pack her bags,
I'm gonna get her safe.

I'm getting her out
of the state. Kyle...

[PANTING] Okay.

Yeah.

It's already done, okay? It's happening.

Oh, Jesus.

Okay.

Okay. All right.

I just...

I thought I was having a
f*cking heart attack last night.

This-this...

this pressure, you know,
on my chest, it's like...

[SOMBER MUSIC]

It's f*cking terrifying. [SNIFFLES]

Oh, I got to catch my f*cking breath.

Hold on. [PANTING]

I know the feeling, Kyle.

I remember.

How did you survive in here, Mike,

as long as you did?

All that matters is that I did, Kyle.

So, hey, if you get that fear,

think of me, okay?

You got to think that there's
a light that's coming for you.

'Cause there is.

I promise you.

Okay, Mike.

[PHONE CLATTERS IN HOLDER]

- [INDISTINCT CHATTER]
- [PHONES RINGING]

What's going on, Captain?

The day has come.

What-what, end times, what?

Ian, the grand jury's
convening in two days

to bring charges against
you in the Morrissey case.

They will indict you, Ian.

Captain, they can indict a
f*cking ham sandwich. Come on.

Jury pool sees a cop in the dock.

We are not popular with
the people right now.

Speak for yourself. f*ck that.

- Come on.
- It's not a joke.

Don't underestimate that,

and don't underestimate Foley.

She only goes to the grand jury

- when she sees a conviction.
- Yeah.

And her win rate's in
the 90th percentile.

Yeah. I mean, she's always
been a straight-A student. Yeah.

But I'm sorry to be
the bearer of bad news.

I mean, Captain, sometimes it seems like

you f*cking enjoy it a little bit.

Ian, I am giving you warning.

I am telling you,

she is gonna come at you
hard, make you out to be worse

than the monsters you lock up.

[EERIE MUSIC]

I enjoy nothing about this.

All right. I appreciate the, uh...

I appreciate the heads-up.

Thank you.

[LINE RINGING]

[ROBERT ON RECORDING] Robert Sawyer.

Leave a voicemail.

Yeah, put the f*cking drink down,

you f*cking as*h*le.

[CLATTERING IN DISTANCE]

Crack o' dawn visit.

Family trouble?

Nah, just some... some lawyer sh*t.

Right. My two cents?

Only visits you should allow.

Yeah.

Legal representation.

Otherwise, cut visitors out.

That way you don't t*rture them.

They don't t*rture you.

Is that, uh, what you did?

Cut off your loved ones?

Or vice versa.

Same difference.

What'd the shark have to say?

[MOUTHING]

[TENSE MUSIC]

Just...

what happens if I reverse my plea.

What you got to give
up, work that magic.

I'm not reversing sh*t.

Attaboy.

No appointment, no audience, Mike.

Just keep going.

What are you, f*cking deaf?

Come back when you've done
the correct... [GRUNTING]

Don't you f*cking put your
hands on me, m*therf*cker.

- Get the f*ck off me.
- [HOBBS] Whoa! What...

[TORRES] Hey! Hey!

- Turn around, McLusky.
- What is the ruckus out here?

Turn around and walk away,

or I'll put you in a f*cking cell, Mike.

Torres, let... Hold
on. I got this, okay?

It looks like Mr. McLusky
is in need of some counsel.

Am I right, Mike?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

[MIKE] f*ck.

- [HOBBS] Want some coffee?
- No.

- Tea?
- No. f*ck. Jesus.

f*ck.

So, uh, you park Merle Callahan

- next to my brother?
- No, see, that's incorrect.

Uh, uh, your brother was
parked next to Callahan.

It's a first come, first
served type of thing.

Okay, fi... Can we fix that, please?

You know, how exactly
do you know this, Mike?

I mean, I just found out myself.

Oh, you want to go there?

I'm just curious.

I-I, look, I just visited my brother.

And he's smart, so he figured it out.

- Not so hard.
- [SIGHS] Okay.

It was a bureaucratic snafu.

- Uh, w-what is it?
- Yeah, it-it was a mix-up, Mike.

It was a mix-up that put
your brother next to Callahan.

I have been on top of it
since I found out yesterday.

Okay, so that's yesterday.

Uh, today's today, so you
move Callahan now, right?

The paperwork has been filed.

Jesus Christ.

What...

What is this?

Honestly. What-what do you want?

I want to do my job,
Mike, like everybody.

- Uh, just like you.
- Okay, well, I can help you.

Uh, we've been through this, Mayor.

You know, the games that you play

with my brother are transparent.

I see through you, all the
way to f*cking Bogotá, okay?

Cartel's been empowered
ever since you've been here.

Wow, I don't know what the
f*ck you're talking about.

You know exactly what I'm talking about.

No, I f*cking don't, Mike.

[DARK MUSIC]

And you know what I see
when I look through you?

I see MDOC inmate

number 068419,

an ex-con who ran roughshod

over this place for years...

inside and out...

ocean of blood in your wake.

And now?

Now you can't do that.

And it's left you looking for
your ba*ls with both hands,

and I think it pisses you the f*ck off.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Yeah, look, I don't know who got to you.

Or how it happened.

Why it got... I don't know.

But if you're in over your
head here, I could help you.

- So you should let me.
- Do I look like I need help?

I control everything
that happens in my life

and everything that
happens in my prison.

And what exactly did
Callahan do to you, anyway?

Whatever it was, whatever happened,

whatever it is he did to you,
he's not gonna do it to Kyle.

You control everything, so control this.

Put Merle Callahan in gen pop.

And as far as what he's done...

he's taught me how to k*ll.

- [PHONE CLATTERS SOFTLY]
- [SIGHS]

[LINE RINGING]

Tell me something good,
Mike. God knows I need it.

[MIKE] This warden,

Ian, put Callahan

right next to Kyle.

They're f*cking neighbors.

Mike, that's the opposite of good.

- Jesus Christ.
- She's taking orders from somebody.

Don't know who. That's got to change.

I need you to rattle her cage for me.

We got you.

Mike, we do that, you sure
it's not gonna blow back

on Kyle, make sh*t worse?

I don't know. How does it get
worse at this point, right?

This is f*cked.

All right, yeah, we got you. Copy.

- Thank you.
- [HANGS UP]

The f*ck you volunteer me for now?

Stevie, it's no big deal.

If it's not a big deal,
I'll be the judge of it.

You want to help Mike or no?

Yeah.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Jesus Christ, when did
you become so delicate?

You got to work on your blood sugar.

Let's-let's get you a donut. Come on.

Tracy?

[TRACY] Mike?

[MIKE] You okay?

Yeah, I mean, u-until you
scared the sh*t out of me.

Okay, sorry. Can you talk for a minute?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Yeah. Sorry.

So, there's a, uh, con

in the cell next to Kyle.

Dangerous guy.

It's Ad Seg, Mike. Most are.

Y-Yeah, but I have
history with this one.

So I worry that...

he'll go after Kyle to get to me.

Which means he might go after you.

[SIGHS]

My car.

Could be random, could
be not. We don't know.

Jesus Christ, Mike,

uh, w-who are we talking about?

Aryan Brotherhood.

- Okay.
- Can't risk it. Understand?

Until this is contained, I
need you to get out of state.

- Abandon everything. Home, work.
- Well...

- Kyle.
- Well, Kyle wants this.

Uh, I don't.

[SIGHS] Okay, look.

There are moments where...

sometimes all we can do is survive.

This is one of those moments.

Okay? KPD's gonna escort
you out of the state.

- f*ck, Mike.
- I know.

It's the only way.

What kind of history?

Look, what happened to me

is not gonna happen to Kyle.

That's not what I asked.

I'm gonna keep him safe. Okay?

- Y-You keep saying that.
- No, I'm gonna protect him.

No, no, you keep saying that,
Mike, but I don't see it.

I don't see it anywhere.

Okay? Mariam, Mitch, now Kyle?

You don't think I know how
this f*cking story ends?

I'm gonna keep him safe, Tracy...

Yeah, you-you-you try to
keep everyone safe, Mike,

but everyone ends up

- f*cking hurt worse.
- All right. All right.

- I'm sorry.
- Everyone!

- I'm sorry.
- Are you f*cking serious, Mike?

Come on, come on. Let me make this

- right, okay? Hey, hey...
- f*ck you!

[CRYING SOFTLY]

I'll make it right.

Okay?

- [CRYING]
- Come on, come on.

- f*ck you, Mike.
- Come on. Come on, come on.

I'm sorry.

[SOBS]

[CONTEMPLATIVE MUSIC]

All right.

All right, here we go.

Signal the unit. Let's take her down.

- All right, here we go.
- [ENGINE STARTS]

[SIRENS WHOOP]

- There a problem, Officer?
- Step out of the car, please.

Sorry for the inconvenience, ma'am.

- We received a tip.
- Oh, yeah? And what was that?

Contraband in the vehicle.

Oh, uh, who provided that tip?

[IAN] That'd be the anonymous variety.

We'll make this a pit
stop. Have you on your way.

Well, would you like
the password, Detective?

We'll get your phone back to you, ma'am,

as soon as we're done here.

Where's your warrant?

What's that? Say it
again. I didn't hear you.

Warrant. Where is your warrant?

You granted us access.

Didn't she, Stevie?

Good citizen.

Oh, there are so many interesting ways

I could f*ck you both up.

You see a g*dd*mn dashcam

or a f*cking body cam? No.

We asked for access, you provided it,

'cause you've got
nothing to hide, right?

Sit tight.

Jesus Christ.

[UNEASY MUSIC]

[CRYING]

- ♪
- [DIALOGUE INAUDIBLE]

Aren't you investigating
the death of CO Carney?

[IAN] Jesus Christ.

What-what's that, Warden?

- Say it again?
- Doug Carney?

You're investigating his m*rder.

That is an affirmative, Warden.

Yes, we are. 100%.

All right, guys, let's wrap it up.

- Let's go.
- Seems like your time

could've been better spent, Detective.

We'll IKEA this together for you.

Sorry for the inconvenience.

Yeah, what caused the inconvenience?

Oh, that was, uh, bad intel.

Welcome to Kingstown.

Any progress on the investigation?

We got a whole task force on it, Warden.

- Oh, that a fact?
- That is a fact.

In-in fact, it's an open investigation.

- It could lead in any direction.
- Huh.

Random acts of violence. It
happens a lot here, don't it?

Keeps us both in business.
You be safe there, Warden.

Let's go.

[ENGINE STARTS]

All right.

So, KPD is going to escort you

out of Kingstown,

and all the way to the state line.

So just call me when you get to Ohio.

Okay, I will.

- [GRUNTS SOFTLY]
- [CAR DOOR CLOSES]

You'll talk to Kyle?

Tell him we're at my sister's,

- tell him we're safe?
- Yeah. Yeah.

Call me if you need anything.

Thanks, Mike, I will.

[MOURNFUL MUSIC]

[ENGINE STARTS]

Bye, buddy.

Go.

♪

[CAR ENGINE STARTS]

Oh, f*ck.

Motherf...

m*therf*cker!

F... Mm.

Oh. f*ck. f*ck.

[ENTRY BELLS CHIME]

- Want something, honey?
- No, I'm good, Sarah. Thanks.

She's f*cking connected.

Yeah, no sh*t.

- Fully automatic.
- Jesus.

No serial number.

f*cking epoxy grip.
g*dd*mn gangster g*n.

And her Subaru soccer mom bullshit?

That is a trap car, Mikey.

She got a secret compartment
in the passenger seat.

- In the f*cking seat.
- Yeah, look, I told you.

- [CHUCKLES SOFTLY] She's-she's corrupt.
- Mikey, she's more than f*cking corrupt.

You do not carry a g*n like this

and not know how to handle
this kind of firepower.

This is a not-f*cking-around weapon.

- Yeah.
- I can take her in on the g*n.

I can book her on the g*n.

Scandalize DOC, we're done.

No.

She's connected to people with big g*ns,

big money and lawyers, Ian.

Look, she already knows
you have this by now, right?

So let her sweat. Let her come to me.

Mikey, we don't f*cking make a move,

that's gonna tell her that we can't.

Does us no good to arrest
her for a minute, Ian.

We got to focus on the
bigger picture here.

Where's the kid sicario?

Look, he's popping up at
Morrison's every couple of days.

I mean, we're tracking him,
but he's a slippery f*ck.

Y-Yeah, okay, well, you got Keno.

He's a bowler, right?

Kid's a sprinter. So get
some faster feet on him.

- Streets are quiet, Mikey.
- Yeah, and?

Let's take the calm
where you can get it.

The only calm I know
is before the storm.

It's f*cking Kingstown.
What the f*ck you thinking?

[PORTENTOUS MUSIC]

Mm.

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[LIQUID FLOWING]

[SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Better be catching you before
you're f*cking hammered.

I need to talk to you.

You look like sh*t, Ian.
And you have a f*cking job.

Look, I might have a f*cking
job for you, all right?

- Let's go outside.
- Mm. Let's just talk in here.

I'm not Nanook of the f*cking North.

No, you're Nanook of the
put your f*cking coat on.

Christ on a cr*cker. Let's go. Come on.

[EXHALES]

f*cking...

Hey, f*ck, close it.

- f*cking...
- [GRUNTS]

Grand jury's convening.
They're gonna f*cking indict me.

f*ck. That f*cking sucks, man.

Morrissey from beyond the grave.

Evelyn's got a g*dd*mn witness
puts me at the f*cking scene.

- You believe that?
- No sh*t.

You got... got any leads?

Some f*cking food delivery
f*ck in Morrissey's hood.

- Any thoughts?
- Yeah, I got some ideas.

But you can't wait on this, Ian.

You got to talk to this guy,
make him understand what's what.

That indictment comes down,

they're gonna stick him
in a f*cking safe house.

Yeah, listen, y-you...

You in the mood for
returning a favor here?

Well, I'm in the mood for keeping

both of our asses out of the fire.

[SINISTER MUSIC]

Let's put the fear
into this m*therf*cker.

All right.

- Hey.
- Hey.

How you holding up?

I could ask you the same question.

You look like death warmed over.

What else is new?

When was the last time you slept?

I don't. Can I come in?

[SIGHS]

Yeah.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Okay.

So, what's it gonna take

to get Kyle out?

- What happened?
- Everything.

Everything's happened.

So, what's it gonna take?

[SCOFFS]

I-I don't know how to talk
to you about this anymore.

Well, try me.

What's your wildest dream

- that I can make come true?
- [LAUGHS]

- Yeah?
- [SCOFFS]

I want Robert Sawyer.
That hasn't changed.

And I'm gonna get him.

I'm gonna indict Ian,
and we're gonna see

how he feels, really,
about being inside.

There it is.

To get Robert, I don't need you.

Ian's not gonna rat.

[SIGHS] Well, that remains to be seen.

Kyle was looking at six months. Ian?

He's gonna die in prison, he goes down.

Well, come on, Evelyn.
There's got to be something

I... just something I can offer you.

- Al Capone.
- Oh, for f*ck's sakes.

'Cause that's what it's gonna
take, it's gonna take an arrest,

a prosecution and a
conviction of an evil

greater than Robert Sawyer.

And that is a tall f*cking order.

Would you just listen to me, Mike?

This may be one problem
that you can't solve.

Kyle's gonna get through this.

I know that you think it's
on you, but it is not on you.

- It's all on me, Evelyn.
- [STAMMERS]

- Okay? It's just the way it is.
- Oh, you can't...

you can't watch over him forever, Mike.

[LAUGHS SOFTLY]

Yeah, tell that to his wife and kid.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

There he is.

- Let's talk to him.
- Yep.

Okay.

[ROCK PLAYING ON STEREO]

You out of smokes, brother?

No, I'm good.

Not a road I should keep
going down, you know?

Yeah.

I know that feeling.

Roads not traveled, you know?

Visit this morning
caused you some upset.

Mike is a f*cking pisser.

First time I saw your brother...

inside not a day, mind you...

he's on the yard,
battling two, three homies.

And your brother, in the sh*t,

goes blackout, man, f*cking berserker.

Had that gift.

Could turn everything off in the middle

of a f*cking w*r, huh? [CHUCKLES]

You got that gift, Kyle?

Yeah.

Still, he'd have been k*lled,
hadn't I lent a kind hand.

Brotherly love,

forged right there on
the carceral archipelago.

Figure Mike's painted
you a picture of me.

But I'll tell you this.

He's wrong.

All I've done is keep
your brother alive inside.

And out.

I've been Mike's keeper

long as I've f*cking known him.

Who's your keeper, Kyle?

Cop shoots another cop.

There's got to be strong motive
to do something like that.

And you could've shared
that motive with the law.

That leaves one to wonder,

what's the motive not to share it?

Now, that's got to run

f*cking deep.

Yeah.

You're the cop, Mike's the criminal,

and you're the one inside.

Who you here for, brother?

♪

[SEATBELT LATCH CLICKS]

- Make it quick.
- Yeah.

You don't f*cking need
that. What are you doing?

Yeah. Whatever.

[DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE]

[GRUNTS SOFTLY, SNIFFLES]

[CAR DOOR CLOSES]

- [ROBERT] Reggie Davis.
- The f*ck, man?

You scared the sh*t out of me.

What do you want?

Me and my partner just
need to talk to you.

Been a lot of package
theft in the neighborhood.

Putting plainclothes cops on
f*cking package theft, huh?

Well, nobody's gonna steal sh*t

in front of a
black-and-white, am I wrong?

Nah, you're not wrong, just, um...

sh*t, man, I got to bounce, so if...

We're just gonna follow you
to your next f*cking delivery, then.

Come on, man, this won't take a minute.

Sit in the car, talk.

Talk about f*cking what?

This about the grand jury?

Oh, we just want to talk
to you about what you saw,

what you didn't see.

You know, if we all agree, then...

not gonna be a problem.

Get the f*ck out of here, man.

I'm not talking to you about that sh*t.

[IAN] What's up, amigo?

- f*ck no.
- Just relax, all right?

Hey, we just want to talk. Hey.

You're the f*cking... no,
this isn't f*cking happening.

We just want to talk, get our stories

- on the same page here.
- Hey.

I-I'll record you, you f*ck.

Hey. Just relax.

You're tampering with a f*cking witness.

- I'll f*cking record you...
- We need you to listen to us.

- Don't f*cking do that.
- No.

Put that down.

- Look... Hey...
- Don't do that.

- No, look.
- All right, listen to me.

- Put that f*cking thing down.
- No, I'm not kidding.

I'll go f*cking live.

[IAN] Hey, f*ck, we just want to talk.

- This is tampering with a wi...
- [g*nsh*t]

- f*ck.
- [CHOKES]

Hey. Jesus Christ,
Robert. What the f*ck?

- [REGGIE] Just...
- What the f*ck

- did I tell you?
- Please. Please.

We just want to f*cking talk. f*ck!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I didn't f*cking...

- I didn't see anything.
- That ship's sailed, Reggie.

I didn't see anything. I swear to God.

- Please.
- Ian.

[REGGIE] Please. [STAMMERS]

I'm sorry...

[REGGIE GASPING]

f*ck.

- [LUCINDA] Ah!
- [LUCAS] Ooh.

[LAUGHING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

- [MOLLY] Oh!
- I scored. I scored. I scored.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

Help you?

Yeah. Hey.

I'm, uh, Mike. I'm a
friend of your mother's.

I left a message, said I'd, uh, come by.

Well, she didn't say anything to me.

[LUCINDA] You with the county?

No, no, I'm just a friend of your mom's.

[LUCAS] Yeah, well, she's not home.

Could be a while before she gets back.

Yeah. You must be Lucas.

- Right?
- Why?

She talks about you.

All right, just tell her
Mike came by, would you?

Oh!

[CHATTER RESUMES]

- [LAUGHTER]
- [MOLLY] What is wrong with you?

- Free goal. Free goal.
- No... Get off me. Get off me.

Please! Molly!

- [MOLLY LAUGHS]
- [LUCINDA] Get off me!

[MENACING MUSIC]

♪

[TRAIN RUMBLING IN DISTANCE]

[HORN BLOWING]

[BRAKES SCREECHING]

♪

[SHOUTING IN DISTANCE]

[g*nf*re IN DISTANCE]

- [GRUNTS SOFTLY]
- I got this.

- You got it?
- Yeah, I got this.

- Watch out.
- Yeah.

f*ck. Jesus Christ.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

Come on. [SIGHS]

- Got it?
- Yeah. Yeah.

Far enough downstream?

Yeah, this time of year,
he's gonna be at the bottom

of the river by breakfast.

- What are you doing?
- If the body ever floats,

you want 'em digging
our f*cking slugs out?

- f*ck!
- Yeah.

Jesus Christ, is this a f*cking walk

in the park for you or what?

[ROBERT GRUNTING SOFTLY]

- Okay. Yeah. There.
- You got it?

[ROBERT] Yeah.

There it is. [SIGHS]

- [GRUNTS SOFTLY]
- [b*llet SPLASHES]

All right.

[SIGHS]

Hey. What are you doing here?

Aren't we closed?

We have a final visitor in chairs.

- Yeah?
- The warden's here to see you.

Okay, yeah, send her in.

You should go home.

- I'll lock up.
- I'll lock up.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[DRAWER SLIDES OPEN]

Hey. Want a drink?

I don't have tea.

[DOOR CLOSES]

No, I'm good. That's
not my vice of choice.

You made your point, Mike.

Oh, yeah? What happened?

I think we got off on the wrong foot.

Well, "we" didn't do sh*t.

Okay. Regardless,

I will separate Kyle from
Callahan, as you requested.

You win.

Happy?

Look, this...

this isn't a game I'm
playing here, Nina.

I want to do right by
all parties concerned.

All parties? That is
a lot to take on, Mike.

Well, like I said from the beginning,

I can help you, Nina.

I think...

our interests align.

[SIGHS] Get some rest, Mike.

You look exhausted.

[DARK MUSIC]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[IAN] Jesus f*cking Christ.

[ROBERT] You got to
hit the gym, brother.

Hit the f*cking gym?
You think that's funny,

you f*cking psycho?

No, it's not, like, "ha-ha" funny,

just, like, dark times, you know?

It feels good, you know?

Having a purpose.

[GRUNTS]

[KNOCKING]

Yeah.

[CINDY] Mike, it's Cindy.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- How you doing?
- [LAUGHS] I'm good.

- How you doing?
- Oh, you came in from the cold?

- Yeah.
- Take your jacket?

Oh, thank you. [SNIFFLES]

- What are you doing here?
- Um...

- Come in.
- [LAUGHS] Okay.

Why don't you have a seat?

- [LAUGHS SOFTLY]
- Want a drink?

- Uh, yeah. Please.
- Okay.

[SIGHS]

My, uh...

my kids said that you stopped by.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah. They
were very, uh, hospitable.

- [LAUGHS] God.
- [LIQUID POURING]

Ugh.

- Don't take it personal.
- Oh, I don't.

Come on, I'd be the same way.

- No one f*ck with Mom.
- Mm.

[ALARM BUZZES]

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[RUSH] Rise up, convict.
Give us your wrists.

- Everything all right?
- Wrists.

- [CUFFS CLICK]
- [CARR] Pop 17.

[DOOR BUZZES]

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[CUFFS CLICKING]

- What the f*ck is this, man?
- Little R & R, inmate.

f*cking spa day, sweetie.

Last piece of advice.

k*ll whatever comes close to you.

f*cking heed it, brother.

[DOOR BUZZES]

I, uh, set some bad examples.

They're pretty slow to trust.

Yeah? Well, yeah,
it'll serve them later.

Yeah.

Was it you that set the bad examples

or was it someone else?

Oh.

[SOFTLY] Uh...

Mostly the-the last guy.

- Ah.
- Yeah.

- There's always a last guy.
- Yeah.

[ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC]

We had to get out of there pretty fast.

- Sorry.
- Some days I feel it, and...

[INHALES SHARPLY]

... some days, it doesn't matter at all.

I don't dwell on my past.

I won't dwell on yours.

No regrets?

Too many to hold on to.

- I'll drink to that.
- Yeah. f*ck yeah.

[LAUGHS]

Where are we going?

[DOOR BUZZES]

[CINDY] Why'd you come to my house?

Kyle?

No, I got somebody
else looking after him.

It's Hobbs.

But you got to give
her a wide berth, okay?

She's got credentials,
but she's been compromised.

How?

Can't tell you.

I need you to tell me.

Well, she collaborates with convicts,

so she can't be trusted.

Got to keep her at arm's length.

Okay.

And what about you?

What about me?

Should I keep you at arm's length?

- f*ck yes, you should.
- [LAUGHS]

Oh, no.

Like this.

- Like this.
- No, more like...

- A little more like that.
- This a little better?

- A little bit more like this.
- Come here.

- [CHUCKLES]
- Come here. [CHUCKLES]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

[DOOR BUZZES]

[DOOR BUZZES]

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[DOOR BUZZES]

[INMATE] Dead man walking.

[DOOR BUZZES]

[PHONE VIBRATING]

Yeah?

[BUNNY] Mike, you ain't gonna believe

what the f*ck I'm seeing right now.

Get to a bird's-eye.

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

Yeah. Jesus.

Yeah, that's my sh*t, Mike.

I'm gonna battle back
on these m*therf*ckers.

Believe that.

♪

[SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE]