01x06 - Every Feather

[bunniefuu]

MAN: Previously on "Mayor of Kingstown".

- What's your name, honey?
- I'm Iris.

Iris, I am Craig.

She is poisonous, okay?
We use her to turn judges.

She needs a cover and this is it.

She's ours.

No one can have me.

That's my appeal.

Besides, I'm spoken for.

By who?

Mike McLusky.

- No, Mike, this is serious.
- Yep.

Them guards is pushin'.

If they ain't careful,
they gonna wake the beast.

I need a favor from you, though.

My little cousin, Akim. He
on this hockey team, right?

His first game is tonight.

Could you run him over there for me?

- Why hockey?
- This is my way out.

These m*therf*ckers
won't let me have it.

If you want to play hockey,
you're gonna play hockey.

I'm gonna take you to
every God damn game.

All right, what do we got, Tim?

- My nephew, Sam.
- What? He just started...

- Three months ago.
- They got him pretty good.

Your nephew, gonna have
a target on his back for a while.

Once we get this handled,
we'll put him up in a tower.

Okay? He'll be fine.

♪

[BUZZER BUZZES]

[INDISTINCT YARD CHATTER]

What you lookin' at, dawg?

- Oh sh*t.
- [SIREN BLARING]

- Tear gas, tear gas.
- [SIREN BLARING]

Inmates, lay down on the
ground with arms outstretched

or we will fire on you.

Warning sh*t.

sh**t to k*ll. sh**t to k*ll.

[SIREN BLARING]

f*ck.

KARIM: It's not his fault.
The men were moving.

It was a hard sh*t for a sn*per.

It's an impossible sh*t for a rookie.

Then what the f*ck was he
doin' in the tower, Karim?

After the issue with Darryl Johnson,

we felt it best he be
separated from the inmates.

Well, he certainly can't
go back in the tower.

Where the hell do we put him now?

Either uh, discharge or receiving, sir.

Or he drives the perimeter.

That's chump's work. He
didn't do anything wrong.

Look, this isn't about punishment,

it's about protection.

They will k*ll him if they
get a chance and you know it.

No, we need to move him outta here.

He's in just as much danger
at another prison, sir.

Let's move him to the women's prison.

[ED LAUGHS]

What? No?

Uh, he's a good-lookin' kid. He's young.

Yeah, those girls will
be all over him, sir.

That could create a whole
new set of problems.

Look, I don't know what to tell you, Ed.

But if he can't be trusted
to not f*ck the inmates,

then maybe he needs to
find a different career.

It's the women's prison.

Or he will be released.

Now let's talk riot.

Why are all three leaders
of the Crips in AdSeg?

We had a refusal to comply
during a cell search.

And what's the protocol
when the leaders of one g*ng

- are placed in AdSeg?
- No, we followed protocol.

I made contact with the
leadership of their rivals

and let them know that we are

- aware of the power vacuum.
- Yes.

We increased our presence
at chow and in the yard

and moved known g*ng
associates out of the mall.

We did everything we could
do, but at the end of the day,

they're still criminals.
Stripes don't turn into spots.

I'll transfer Sam.

What do you want to do about the fight?

Lock it down.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[BUZZER BUZZES]

- Yo, dawg.
- sh*t.

- Hey, man.
- Oh, hell no.

Hell no.

[PRISONERS YELLING]

It ain't right.

[PRISONERS CHANTING]

[PHONE CHIMES]

[PHONE CHIMES]

No. All right.

[PHONE CHIMES]

Rebecca, be back in an hour.

♪

- [PHONE RINGING]
- Hey.

BUNNY: Where the f*ck are you, Mike?

I'm on my way.

BUNNY: Get off the f*cking
freeway. Get here now.

I'm on my f*cking way, okay?

BUNNY: It's a f*cking emergency, Mike.

You want me there faster?
Just move closer, how's that?

[LINE BEEPS]

[PHONE RINGING]

Jesus, what? Yeah.

- DUKE: We need to meet.
- I'm aware.

- DUKE: When?
- Give me an hour.

[LINE BEEPS]

[PHONE RINGING]

Ed, what the f*ck did you
do? Did you lock it down?

ED: The Aryans and Latinos declared w*r.

- What was I supposed to do?
- Great.

Okay, look.

You're stirring the
hornet's nest, all right?

- ED: We need to be.
- Yeah, you think?

I'm gonna cool some heads
and I'll call you back.

- ED: Today.
- Yeah, today.

- Jesus.
- [PHONE RINGING]

- Yeah.
- IRIS: Mike?

- Who's this?
- Iris.

It's gonna be one of those f*ckin' days.

Aight, I got it. I'ma handle it.

I said I f*ckin' got it, aight?

Hey.

Them Peckerwood m*therf*ckers
need to check themselves

before we take this
sh*t to the streets, man.

You would've done the same thing.

The f*ck I would, Mike.

I don't need to f*ck with no rednecks.

Nah-uh. We run sh*t. We
gonna f*ck with 'em now.

- That ain't even why you here.
- Ah, I can't wait to hear why.

My boy gettin' stabbed

by these two bitch-ass
m*therf*ckers, all right?

And who the f*ck does the guard sh**t?

The guard sh*t your boy?

While he was getting stabbed

by them two bitch-ass
m*therf*cking crackers.

The guard dumps three in my boy's back.

Three, Mike.

And not just any f*cking guard either.

That same f*cking cherry
that worked my cousin.

- Did he make it?
- No, he ain't f*ckin' make it.

s*ab wounds in the chest.

sh*t in the back by that f*cking
Uncle Tom's nephew, nah-uh.

Naw, he ain't f*cking make it.

The f*cking guards got
all my leaders in AdSeg.

Then they let the Mexicans
and the whites run through

the whole f*cking yard.

And then they sh**t my boy in the back.

Give me some space, y'all.

All right.

All right, just f*ckin' relax.

That f*cking cherry's a dead man.

- Just f*cking think about it.
- It ain't me, Mike.

- I don't make this call.
- Look, come on.

Number one, they're not
gonna get to him, okay?

They've already got him in discharge

if not fired him, okay?

We ain't hittin' that
m*therf*cking side, nah-uh.

We gettin' that
m*therf*cker on the street.

So, you want to start
a w*r with the guards

and the f*cking police?

I'm a drug dealer. We
already at w*r, baby. sh*t.

Yeah, you're a drug dealer.

You sell cr*ck on your front lawn.

That's not f*ckin' w*r.

You got f*cking cameras in
every street lamp around here,

and they leave you the f*ck alone.

Why? 'Cause all you
do is sell dr*gs here.

But you wanna do this?

You'll have SWAT in your
livin' room before you know it.

And they'll sh**t anything
they see, is that what you want?

They f*ckin' broke their word, Mike!

- And they killin' us for it.
- Think about it.

Talk 'em down.

All right.

I'll try.

They hungry for this.

- I get it, okay?
- Nah, nah, nah, nah,

- they really f*cking hungry.
- Feed 'em something else.

- For it, Mike.
- Feed 'em something else.

And you better tell them
Peckerwood m*therf*ckers

that when this lockdown is
over, we want the yard back.

And we're gonna take it
from their punk ass, too.

- Peckerwood's my next stop.
- Good.

♪

Everybody's got the troops around.

Yeah.

Have a seat.

You know, I question your timing, Duke.

f*ck.

You know they can't hold them, right?

I mean, Jesus.

When they unlock that cage,
they're gonna hit back.

They're gonna hit back hard.

Yeah, we got all their
leaders locked up.

All three.

What's it say about us if we don't try?

We look weak. They do it to us.

That's prison, brother.

You ain't been out so
long you forgot the rules.

I remember the rules.

They need to cancel the lockdown, Mike.

Duke, you rushed the yard.

There's Crips in the infirmary.

They're not gonna lift
lockdown till New Year.

They created this situation

when they made a deal they won't keep.

And mark my words.

This is leavin' prison
and goin' to the street.

A few prison guards get
shanked in their living room,

they'll remember who
runs that f*ckin' place.

Pete, come on, listen
to yourself, stop that.

You can't bring the sh*t to the streets.

They'll get the f*cking National Guard.

You'll have a t*nk in your driveway

and they'll sweep you up like the trash.

It's a zero-sum game now, brother.

They owe us.

They're living in the land of "or else."

Tell 'em to lift the lockdown,

or else.

Number one, I'm not your brother.

Two, don't act like I
f*ckin' work for you.

If you want something
from me, you f*ckin' ask.

And then you f*ckin' pay
for it like everybody else.

You understand?

You remember prison
better than I thought.

[LAUGHS]

Mike...

Please.

Tell 'em to lift the lockdown.

Nobody makes money in a w*r.

I'll ask.

Your window's comin'
at the end of the week.

♪

There are fuckups, Ed.
And then there's today.

They wanna k*ll that kid.

Best of luck.

We transferred him
to the women's prison.

No, they're gonna do it outside.

They wanna make a statement.

Well, su1c1de isn't much
of a statement, Mikey.

Well, everyone's done a
deal with the f*ckin' devil

and nobody wants to f*ckin' keep it.

That's not how the devil
works. Okay, , prisoners

think that they're in the right.

Do you have any idea how
f*cking dangerous that is?

Do you know what? f*ck them.

Besides, we can't bend.

We gotta push until they f*cking break.

I don't think they're
breaking this time.

We let up now, we look weak.

And then they all run the yard.

- You know what you sound like?
- What?

A f*cking convict.

You gotta let the air out of this thing.

Just let some air out of it,
or it's gonna f*ckin' pop.

Trust me.

♪

♪ I hope that you're waitin' for me ♪

What the f*ck is she doing?

She hypnotizes them with this sh*t.

She's not even dancing.

Well, she doesn't dance.
She just fucks with 'em.

And they eat it up.

Yesterday she made $ ,
on a f*cking Tuesday.

No lap dance or nothin'.

She just pulls this sh*t on stage

and she sits with them like
they're on a f*ckin' date

and they throw money at her.

♪ I know I hurt you so deep,
I know you cry in your sleep ♪

♪ I'll have your tears in my veins ♪

♪ And I need your love for the pain ♪

- I need to talk to her.
- Just let her do her job.

That's not her f*cking
job. That's her cover.

She's not doing her job worth a sh*t.

Is there anyone in the Jungle Room?

- No.
- Good.

Tell her I want to talk to her.

Hey, listen.

Job, cover, whatever
you want to call it.

She's makin' us both a lot of money,

so don't f*ck with her face.

Don't ever f*ckin' touch me again.

Dirty f*cking hands.

♪ My baby, my darling,
be there in the morning ♪

♪ Crying and mourning
life when I'm torn ♪

♪ Fans, they roaring ♪

♪ Back when I didn't have sh*t ♪

♪ No way, no bitch want me ♪

♪ Gave me no play ♪

♪ No money, no car ♪

♪ No roof, no food ♪

So, how are things with Mr. Mike?

He won't take my calls.

Hmm, go and see him.

I have. He won't see me.

Milo thinks maybe he's gay.

Yeah, I don't think so.

If he doesn't want to f*ck
you, he's probably gay.

Milo wants to try something

a little bit different.

What would he like to try?

He thinks maybe he likes his
angels with a broken wing,

so, we're going to let him save you.

- Save me from what?
- From us.

[GRUNTS, GASPS]

No, no.

Come, come, come.
Come on, come on, come on.

Come with me. Don't f*cking scream.

Tell him I want to speak with him.

He knows where to find me.

[MUFFLED CRYING]

It must've been quite an hour.

Ha, yeah...

- Is anybody else up there?
- It got quiet after you left.

All the noise followed me.

I figured.

You coming in or you want me to lock up?

Yeah, I'm gonna go home.

No, you're not.

It's definitely broken.

You're gonna have to go to the hospital.

- Does that hurt?
- It's not as bad as my stomach.

What happened to your stomach?

- Bad, ain't it?
- It ain't great.

Look, I'm gonna have Rebecca
take you to the hospital, okay?

Why can't you do it?

Because if I take you to the hospital,

the doctor's gonna think I did it.

And then they're gonna call the police.

They're gonna question me for six hours.

They'll question you for longer.

I won't say sh*t, but you will.

And that's gonna create a whole
other set of problems for me.

- Got nothing to tell.
- The f*ck you don't.

I don't.

Your boss sets you up with
judges and congressmen.

You got plenty to tell.

He wants you to do something
and you won't do it.

- Yeah.
- You gonna do it now?

No.

He's gonna do this to
me again if you don't.

No, he's not gonna do this again.

I promise.

When they ask you what happened...

say some creep followed
you home from work.

He att*cked you, punched you
in the stomach and you screamed.

Rebecca was driving by.
She saw the whole thing.

She laid on the horn
till the guy ran off.

The guy stepped on your
hand as he ran away.

You don't know Rebecca.

But you're so happy she came that night.

Otherwise, you'd have been surely dead.

Cry the whole time while you say that.

Understand?

I understand.

Rebecca, you're up.

♪

- KYLE: Yeah, Mike?
- Hey.

Where are you guys at? I need a favor.

- KYLE: Where do you want us?
- Gaelic.

What are we doin' at
this sh*thole, Mike?

All right, thanks for comin'.

Let's uh, put our
badges out though, huh?

We don't want another g*n fight.

g*ns out too or what?

Maybe. Come on. Ready? Let's go.

- Ray, you go first.
- All right.

♪

You going to arrest me, Mike?

Do you know what the definition
of insanity is?

Repeating the same thing.

Mike, Jesus Christ.

Over and over.

Expecting a different f*ckin' result.

When Milo wants to send me a message,

I'm gonna send him a message right back.

You're gonna get real f*ckin'
tired of being the messenger.

Let's go.

Way to make us an
accessory, Mike. Jesus.

What the f*ck was that?

Everyone in that bar is a felon.

Your secret's f*ckin' safe.

All right. f*ck.

Nice. Nice.

Besides, if you guys weren't here,

somebody would've f*ckin' k*lled me.

You still might get k*lled, Mike.

That was f*ckin' awful.

It wasn't that bad.

Thank you, by the way. I owe you one.

You owe us f*ckin' three,
Mike, you f*ckin' assh*le.

Holy f*ck.

[PHONE RINGING]

- REBECCA: Hey, Mike.
- How is she?

The break was clean, so, no surgery.

They put a cast on her
arm, drained the hematoma.

Nothin' they could do about the rib.

She's gotta check those out.

Did you take her to the hospital?

I took her to the minute
clinic, less questions.

I'll say this, the girl can act.

By the time she finished her
story, even I believed it.

- You took her home?
- She's on your couch.

You, what? No, Rebecca,

you gotta get her the f*ck outta there.

All right, get her the
f*ck out. Call her a cab.

She's too scared.

And if you did what I think you did,

she has every right to be scared.

Rebecca, just...

- I'll take her home with me.
- No, no, don't do that.

She'll spin you like a top,
too. God, f*ck, all right, look.

I'm coming. I'll be right there.

I'm on my way.

f*ck.

Is she sleeping?

Her rib's hurtin' her too good.

All right.

Hey. How you doin'?

It hurts.

I'll bet.

You ever been roughed up before?

No.

I find that hard to believe
in your line of work.

- Judges don't hit.
- Some do.

How about your mother, your father?

They ever lay hands on you?

- My parents love me.
- Love you?

- Mm-hmm.
- Hmm.

What do they do?

My father was a school superintendent.

My mother does electrolysis.

And you f*ck strangers for money.

Yeah, that makes sense.

Don't tell me the story
that you want to be true.

Just tell me the f*ckin'
truth. How's that?

- You want the truth?
- Yeah.

My father started
raping me when I was .

My mother walked in once.

She closed the door

and let him.

Then when I was ,
he committed su1c1de.

And she kicked me out of the house.

But they never hit.

You gave me a year.

But you were wrong.

Didn't even make it a month

before this place
just tore me to pieces.

Oh, I've got some bad
news for you, Iris.

This is not torn to
pieces, not even close.

If you don't get the f*ck outta here

and find someplace safe
where Milo can't find you,

it's comin'.

He can find me anywhere.

We're gonna have to get
ahold of somebody at WitPro.

She'll have to give them something.

Yeah.

Do you know any of
the names of your Johns?

I mean, there's some
celebrities that I know.

Everyone knows their names, but...

- But you know faces?
- I know faces.

Okay. You came from New York?

Mm-hmm.

Okay, look, let's just print out photos

of every New York congressman,
senator, police chief.

Just everyone, right?

We'll make some flashcards for tomorrow.

- What about tonight?
- She can stay on the couch.

I'll stay in the office.

Okay. I'm gonna head home.

Oh, no, no, I need you to stay here.

With her.

You really don't trust me, huh?

No.

Not even a little bit.

Did you honestly think
I wouldn't find out?

Find out what?

"A local pizzeria was the location

"of the seventh officer-involved
sh**ting in under a month

"and the rd of this year.

"Two officers interrupted a drug deal

"on the corner of rd and
Fig. According to police,

"one suspect fled, another
opened fire on officers

"as Sergeant Kyle McLusky
and Lieutenant Ian Ferguson

"returned fire, k*lling
-year-old Paul Newcum.

"Newcum had previously
served a seven-year sentence

"for possession with
intent to distribute.

"Police also say multiple weapons

"and a considerable amount of narcotics

were discovered at the pizzeria."

That's my job, Mom.

I know what your job is.

I also know procedure.

You're on administrative
leave for at least days.

Yeah.

So, what the f*ck are you doing

walking in here with a g*n
on your hip and a badge,

both of which should be in
your captain's desk drawer?

Mom, I am on admin, but
they need me working shifts

because we're so understaffed.

And it's a f*cking w*r out there.

You know, it's always been
a f*cking w*r out there.

I teach the ones who lost.

You know, if you're just...
If you're just gonna sit here

and wait up for me just to lecture me

like I'm a f*ckin' teenager,

I'm gonna move.

You've been with Michael.

You only talk that way when
you've been with Michael.

- Oh, here we go.
- You know how dangerous he is.

Mom, I'm not having this
argument with you right now.

- Mike, he does a lot of good.
- Mike believes he does good,

but he is a criminal.

He's been a criminal
since he was in prison.

He thinks like a criminal.
He acts like a criminal.

And as much as he tries to protect you,

he will get you k*lled.

I'm going to bed.

Think about this.

If you die before your child is born,

your child has lost her w*r
before it's even started.

Can you not look at your life?

Kyle...

It is no longer just about you.

Good night, Mom.

♪

[BELL RINGS]

- [INDISTINCT CHATTER]
- [CARS START UP]

♪

Last one.

Busy girl.

It's .

- ?
- Whew.

Did any of these gentlemen
contact you directly?

No.

No, I was given a time
to meet at a hotel bar.

- Which hotel?
- Uh, Four Seasons, Carlyle,

St. Regis, Baccarat.

So, you meet up at the hotel bar,

you have a few drinks,
then you go up to the room

and have sex?

Yeah.

Did they give you money directly?

- No.
- Never?

- Did any men give you tips?
- We could get gifts.

But not money. Sometimes I got gifts.

What kind of gifts?

Watches, jewelry, uh, a car once.

A car? What kind of car?

A Porsche.

A f*ckin' Porsche.

What about this is so
f*ckin' funny to you?

Hey, tough guy, stay in your lane.

No, I'm gonna get right
in your lane, m*therf*cker.

Are you threatening a federal agent?

No, I'm just makin' a promise.

Sit down.

This is how you wanna treat witnesses

that are victimized?

No wonder people don't come
forward more to help you out.

Wait outside.

I apologize if my
associate offended you.

He did.

May I see where Joseph hit you?

Aggravated as*ault.

State crime, they won't do WitPro.

Do a restraining order,
which he'll violate

- after he makes bail.
- Nice...

Any other bruises, scratches or cuts?

Yeah.

Can you remove the dress, please?

I need to photograph
the rest of your body.

Uh, this is the only bruise.

If I don't photograph your whole body,

the photos of the
wounds aren't admissible.

Turn to the left.

Raise your right arm over your head.

Turn left again.

- What happened here?
- What happened where?

There's a bruise on your left buttock.

Oh, I don't know.

Maybe when he knocked me down.

[CAMERA CLICKS]

Turn left again.

- [CAMERA CLICKS]
- Once more.

[CAMERA CLICKS]

Get dressed and have a seat.

Look, these cases are
very hard to prosecute.

No money was exchanged.

There is no evidence that
prostitution took place.

There's certainly no evidence
that prostitution was used

to bribe officials,

though I am certain
that is what happened.

The only way to get her
into witness protection

would be to send her back out.

She wears a wire.

We get them ordering her
to one of these locations

and we get video evidence
of her at the location

with the suspect, which
means going back to New York.

Yeah, that's not gonna happen.

He wants her to stay here.

He's never gonna send
her back to New York.

And she can't go back
to New York on her own.

Is he using you for
prostitution in Kingstown?

No.

I mean, I don't think
Kingstown can afford me.

No family that can take you in?

No friends?

No family. No friends.

Let me think on this.

I'll get in touch with
the New York office,

maybe they have a piece
that connects this puzzle.

Yep.

You have a cell phone?

I'm gonna give you a case number.

You go... Maybe we should hand this off

to the New York field
office, shouldn't we?

We should include
them at the very least.

Link them on the case number.

Go to the New York field office website.

Scroll down here to the case numbers.

Him, too.

Him, too what?

They paid me to have sex with him, too.

_

Well, this just got interesting.

[PHONE RINGING]

By the minute.

WOMAN: This is a collect call
from Kingstown Men's Prison.

Press one to accept.

Yeah.

I guess you got my message.

- MILO: We should meet.
- Then come on over.

MILO: We should meet, Mike.

I don't see what
that'll accomplish, Milo.

We can't really talk
about much in your office.

MILO: The park, an hour.

Mind if I bring some friends?

I'm not feeling very trusting right now.

MILO: Bring whoever you like,

but if I don't like who you bring,

then we won't speak and
I will pluck every feather

from your little angel, Mike.

Every one of them.

Be there in an hour.

I'm curious how he plans
to meet you in a park

across the street from the prison.

So am I.

I'll call you.

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[BUZZER BUZZES]

Are you Mike?

I am.

Jesus.

You're not supposed to have
cell phones in prison, Milo.

Well, there're some things
we aren't supposed to have

and yet we all do have...

It's very long, Mike.
Getting longer every day.

Capitalism is alive and
well inside of the walls

as you know.

Yep.

I need another favor.

Yeah, you keep sayin' that.

I'm done doin' you favors.

You're the only one who can do it.

Then it's not gonna get done.

If you do it, I'll let you keep her.

- I don't want her.
- I'm so surprised at that.

I thought she was perfect for you.

What about Candace? Is
she more your flavor?

Keep her instead.

I'm not looking for a pet, Milo.

Candace, hand Mike the phone.

What?

MILO: I will skin her alive, Mike.

I'll skin her and send you the scalp.

If you can find her.

MILO: Hand the phone back to Candace.

Show him our little secret.

Tell him what it is.

So, he can make sure I'm safe.

He put a locator in you?

MILO: I've already found her, Mike.

[PHONE RINGING]

Come on, answer.

Come on, answer.

- Hey, Mike.
- Are the feds still there?

Uh, yeah. They're in your office.

Where's that assh*le fed?

I don't know. I think he went out front.

sh*t.

I need you to do exactly what I say.

Okay, I want you to stand
up and go out the front door.

- All right.
- MIKE: Do you see him?

- I don't see him.
- Do you see their cars?

Yeah, I see their car.

Mike, you're scaring me.

Turn left and run.

Where am I running to?

Just f*ckin' run!

[SIREN WHOOPS]

Have you been in?

The b*mb squad's doin'
an ultrasound at the door.

We've got SWAT ready.
Just waitin' on the word.

Okay. Anything?

It's not them. No signs of a struggle.

We've been calling your office.
We're calling their cells.

They're not answering.

I don't know, Ian. This is reckless.

Milo's not reckless.

I don't know what he
wants me to do here.

I don't get it. What warrants this?

Hey, Mike, he's a f*ckin' madman.

No, he's not, actually.
He's f*ckin' evil, yeah.

But he's not crazy.
He's f*ckin' calculated.

SWAT's clear. They're goin' in.

Here we go.

What is that? What does that mean?

There's Robert, let's go.

We're clear.

♪

Next time, on Mayor of Kingstown...

- It's a thr*at.
- It's a mind game.

- We have to turn up the heat.
- How much hotter can it get?

She's yours to keep.

So, let's talk about my favor.

- My favor is to you.
- What am I moving?

You don't have to move
it. You just have to find it.

Is this about what we dug up?

You realize that if this
comes to the surface,

- we're all in a cage.
- It's not coming to the surface.

I'm not going to let it.

God help you.