01x10 - This Piece of My Soul

[bunniefuu]

MAN: Previously on "Mayor of Kingstown".

Transferring to Kingstown County

for arraignment. Who's signing?

I'll sign. It is a giant mess,

but we are trying to clean it up.

It's your brother's mess.

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

I had a hundred guys swear
that they'd die for me

and swear to k*ll, but
you didn't even swear it.

You just did it.

You k*lled them for me.

I did it because they deserved it.

You got the wrong cell, cuz.

Everything you have, I gave you.

And now I'm taking it all back.

MIKE: Do you wanna start a w*r?

They f*ckin' broke their word, Mike.

Talk 'em down.

BUNNY: They hungry for this.

[SCREAMING]

[g*nshots]

[ALARM BLARING]

You comin'?

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

What do you want for dinner?

Uh, I don't care.

As long as you pair it with champagne.

- Champagne?
- Mm-hmm.

We're celebrating.

What are we celebrating?

Chapter two of me.

That's the spirit.

You're not very good at this, are you?

You know, if we're gonna pretend,

you gotta play your part, honey.

[CHUCKLES] Yes, dear.

Anything you say, dear.

That's better.

- So what do I when you're gone?
- Anything you like.

- I need a purpose.
- What kinda purpose?

The kind that keeps my mind busy.

All right, well,

start writin' chapter two.

- All right?
- Okay.

- I'll be back later, okay?
- Not too late, though, right?

Nope, won't be long.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[PHONE CHIMING REPEATEDLY]

The f*ck?

Kinda sh*t is this?

RADIO: County officials
report an estimated

guards have been
trapped in the facility.

We still have no information
on how the riot started.

We know that the uprising...

You're f*cking kidding me.

... began yesterday afternoon

and has continued to
intensify throughout

the night and morning hours.
We'll continue with updates...

Here we go, here we go, here we go.

WOMAN: We're outside of that
prison waiting for answers

say that officials have told them

there's going to be
as list coming out...

The whole world is ending and
you don't answer the phone?

Look, have they said
his name on the news?

- That's all I need to know.
- No, they have not.

Okay, I'm gonna handle this, okay?

I got it. Not to worry.

The police are here. Oh my God.

Look, Mom, just don't
tell them anything, okay?

Don't talk to them.

Don't even answer the door, Mom, okay?

Don't talk to them! You hear me?

Is this the residence
of Lt. Kyle McLusky?

- Yes.
- Is he here?

MIKE: Don't tell them anything.

When is the last time you saw him?

Tell him you saw him this morning, okay?

You hear me? You saw him this morning.

Okay? You hear me?

f*ck me. You're kidding me.

I saw him this...

Yesterday before his shift.

And you haven't seen him since?

- Is that unusual?
- Very.

Thank you, Miss.

Do you think he's at the prison?

There is a detective
assigned to the case.

He'll contact you with
information as he receives it.

[CRYING]

He'll come home.

[PHONE RINGS]

Michael... Michael.

Mom.

They have a detective
assigned to the case.

And I want you to let
the police do their work.

Do not go there.

The police don't have
jurisdiction in the prison.

You know that better than anybody, okay?

I know that. If he dies...

We don't know anything yet.
I'll figure it out, understand?

- Oh my God.
- He's not gonna die, Mom, okay?

Just listen to me. He's fine.

- If he dies...
- Just let me handle it.

I'll figure it out, okay?
I'll call you back. f*ck!

[SIRENS WAILING]

[LINE TRILLING]

PHONE: This is Ed. Leave a message.

PHONE: This is Lt. Ferguson,
Kingstown Police Department.

Please leave your name and
number and I'll get back to you.

State Police wants to
fold you into their unit.

I'm not taking commands
from those f*cking clowns.

This is not a want-to
situation, Sergeant.

- State property.
- Don't you f*ckin' Sergeant me.

Those assholes serve warrants
for f*ckin' wire fraud.

They've never been
sh*t at in their lives.

I got sh*t at yesterday.

So I run my team or my
team sits in the bleachers

and watches this sh*t show
from way the f*ck over there.

I won't be the middle man in this.

All right, f*ck it.

They're measuring dicks over there.

Surprise, surprise.

Hey, are you gonna let
the grown ups handle this, Mike?

That's why I'm here.

Can I put my squad sergeant in
touch with your tac commander,

so they can shore up a plan?

Be nice.

This is Sawyer. Oh, it's Hank, right?

Yeah, yeah, no, no.
Listen, where are you?

Let's talk in person. Yeah, on my way.

- Let's go.
- Robert, hey,

- I'm in a rush, bud.
- Hang on one sec.

It's Kyle. He's in with Ian.

- What? Are you sure?
- Yeah.

- They take any hostages?
- guards.

f*ck. And no mention of cops?

No cops. They'd mention that sh*t.

Yeah, they'd be singin'
it, wouldn't they?

So look, the department
knows, okay, it's only a matter

of time before
the f*cking inmates find out.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Kyle reach out?

- No.
- f*ck, he would've reached out.

I know.

Can you get ahold of anyone inside?

It just goes right to voicemail.

That's why they're f*cked.

Who's jammin' the cell signal?

Are you jammin' the f*ckin' cell signal?

Hey, hey, hey, we don't want inmates

communicating with the outside world.

And what about the corrections officers

and two homicide detectives
that they haven't caught

who can't call us with intel,

because you're jammin'
their f*cking phones?

You have two officers in the prison?

Yes.

How do you know they
haven't been apprehended?

Because they aren't hangin' upside down

off the f*ckin' walls.

Use your head, not the playbook.

Hey, listen up, think
of all you can learn

if we start listening

to what people are saying!

f*ck! Well, after you.

Get cellular back online.

For f*ck sake, I gotta
fight beside these dipshits.

Towers are up, but don't call
him, let him f*ckin' call you.

- Yeah, I got it.
- But you call the rest

of those fucks and you let 'em know

state has a green light
and we're f*ckin' comin'.

Yep. Got it.

Let's go, boys. Saddle up.

Come on, kid. Phone on silent.

Smart kid, have your phone on silent.

The last major riot in the United States

took place in the
Lee Correctional Institute

in Bishopville, South Carolina.

But a United States prison has
not been overrun since .

That's when inmates took
over the state penitentiary

in Santa Fe, New Mexico.

It was the deadliest riot
in this nation's history

until today.

Kingstown Men's Prison
is a medium security...

[g*nshots]

They're sh**ting at us!
They're sh**ting at us!

Oh my God!

[g*nshots]

[ALARMS BEEPING]

Jesus...

How do we know where
the f*ck we're going?

[HEAVY BREATHING]

[g*nshots f*ring]

[GRUNTING]

PRISONER: f*ck him, f*ck him!

Get his pants.

Come on, come on. Come on.

- [PHONE VIBRATES]
- Come on.

Oh sh*t, there's my phone.
It's my phone.

Mike. It's Mike.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[PHONE CHIMES]

Robert. Robert. Got him.

This way, this way, this way.

Heads up, heads up.

I got someone inside with a cell.

- You got a number?
- Yeah, yeah. Kyle McLusky.

Hang tight.

There he is.

- We got him.
- Southeast corner.

- Can you tell what floor?
- I'd need D schematics.

Ask him which room and which floor.

- [PHONE CHIMES]
- He says they're underneath it.

Listen up, ladies.

We have two police officers
underneath the prison.

Just hang tight.

- We're sendin' in SWAT.
- Yeah, yeah.

- We'll get him outta there.
- Yeah.

My turn.

I need a favor.

What's the favor?

You Mike McLusky?

Yeah.

They won't talk to me.
They want to talk to you.

- Okay.
- Why?

I am an inmate advocate, that's why.

You're also a criminal informant.

Seems like a conflict of
interest, if you ask me.

Well, yeah, like I said,
I'm an advocate for inmates.

Somebody's already informed on them.

That's why they're in there.
So I don't see a conflict.

Do you? Anyone?

You willing to speak on our behalf?

Yeah, yeah.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will

be used against you in the court of law.

I'm being arrested?

When inmates start asking
for a man to represent them

and that man isn't an attorney,
well, we have to assume

that you work with criminals.

Which means we have
to assume you are one.

And in the event that something
is said that incriminates you,

I want it admissible in court.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford one,
one will be appointed to you.

Yes, I would like an attorney. Yeah.

Well, wish in one hand,
sh*t in the other.

See which comes true first.

Do you understand these rights
as I've explained them to you?

Yes. Yes, I do.

Please state that you understand.

Yes, f*ck! I understand them.
How about the f*cking phone?

Over here.

No one on that wall does
a thing without my say so.

Do you know who's on
this? You don't know?

This is Mike.

Wild times.

Yeah, pretty poorly planned, Carlos.

Huh? You know how this ends.

Understand, Ese. I have
no idea how this ends.

It don't feel like a riot.

- It feels like a revolution.
- Well, it's not.

It's a riot.

Whatever it is,

everybody in here wants it played out.

Okay, let's play this out, Carlos.

Let me tell you how it ends.

It ends with sn*pers on the wall

and the National f*cking Guard
in Humvees

drivin' right through
the front f*cking gate

and sh**t' everything they see.

There's an army of brothers in here

ready for what they send.

That's not an army,
Carlos. It's a mob at best.

And armies don't sh**t
at news helicopters.

Call it what you want.

The prison is ours.

And we will defend it.
They need to know that.

They know now, okay? Understood?

- You have demands?
- Oh, we have demands.

Care to share?

First, watch the yard.

[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

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

Carlos,

you're playin' against
the house here, okay?

And you keep pushing your chips in.

There's nothing they can do, Mike.

Most of us are in here for life.

This is no life, Ese.

No life at all.

The punishment is taking our time,

our freedom,

but they take more.

They take our dignity, our manhood.

The things that makes us
people, that's what they took.

And now we're takin' it back.

This isn't him talking.
This isn't Carlos.

- He's reading this sh*t.
- Why is that important?

It means he's not the leader.

Carlos, who's runnin' this sh*t show?

And please don't tell me
it's you 'cause it ain't.

You'll get to meet him, Mike.

That right? I can't wait.

He can't wait to meet you.

So we're gonna do
some lunch, is that it?

Lunch it is. It's a uh, late lunch.

: PM.

Okay, we'll meet at the Red Carriage.

We'll meet right here. In the yard.

And we'll tell you what we want.

Why don't you just tell me now?

I'll tell you in person.

What if they don't let me, Carlos?

f*ckin' do it.

Watch the monitor.

They're all coming for you.

Now, f*ck you.

f*ck you!

f*ck you.

f*ck you!

No...

[g*nsh*t]

- God...
- Dammit.

They'll let you.

Do you have any idea what they want?

Yeah, yeah. I got a pretty good idea.

Care to share your theory?

Payback.

[OBJECTS CLATTERING]

[LABORED BREATHING]

- [SCREAMING]
- [g*nsh*t]

Shh, shh, Kyle, breathe. Come on.

Come on, breathe, you got it buddy.

Breathe, breathe out.

[EXHALES]

That's it, that's it.

That's it, that's it.

It's judgement day, m*therf*ckers.

Shh, shh, shh.

- It's okay.
- [GASPS]

[SHOTGUN RACKS]

Some of you m*therf*ckers'll
be coming with me.

Maybe.

But some of us aren't.

[g*nf*re]

[MOANING]

[g*nshots]

Got friendlies.

Robert. Robbie...

You gotta get us the f*ck outta here.

You got it, brother, but we're
gonna take it to 'em first,

- all right?
- Just f*ckin' cook them

- and get him outta here
- Hey, hey, look at me.

Look at me.

If you don't face them,
if you don't hit them

in the f*ckin' mouth for
this, you're gonna regret that

for the rest of your life. All right?

Let's go. Let's go. Come on.

Come on.

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[BEAR CHUFFING]

[SOBBING]

I'll say this.

When these f*ckers clean a house,
they clean a house.

Them f*ckers even
cleaned under the sofa.

sh*t.

[COUGHING] Yo, Stevie.

Hello.

[COUGHING]

Hey, what's the street number here?

Uh, .

Hey man, you gotta
come and look at this.

Oh sh*t.

You gotta f*ckin' come
and look at this sh*t.

Acid.

Yep, check this out. Shell casings.

I thought this was a cookhouse?

Nah, man, this is something else.

I know who we can ask about it.

- Sinnoli?
- Not her.

_

- f*ck.
- Look at the time.

He was here when the
sh*ts fired call came in.

- Yep.
- Is that going in the report?

As soon as the phone goes into evidence,

it all goes into evidence.

Oh, what the f*ck you doin', man?

What are you talkin' about?

There's a beacon on your front,
one on your back.

They emit a bright, green strobe

that we can see through
our night vision.

All right, well, that's
great, except it's not dark.

- When's he going over?
- In an hour.

It's gotta be dark.

We don't control the timeline here.

Kingstown PD has a SWAT
unit inside the prison, sir.

- They what?
- Oh, f*ck.

Motherfuck.

We have jurisdiction.

You had jurisdiction
till you lost the prison

and lost your jurisdiction with it.

- This is state land.
- Leased from the city.

Speaking of state jurisdiction,

here comes the state police.
Look at that.

The Bureau of Prisons wants
corrections officers to lead.

With all due respect,

your team has no experience
with assailants who sh**t back.

State police has the scene until
the National Guard is in place.

- National Guard?
- You're not negotiating?

We are in active negotiations,

but we're preparing for the worst.

They're gonna take it back.

Do you know what every inmate
in every prison with cable

is watching right now?

This f*cking bullshit.

It is the governor's call
and the governor says,

not on my f*cking watch.

Shut it down, so yeah,
you're God damn right.

We're takin' it back.

Can you get your f*cking SWAT
team out of my prison?

I have two detectives trapped in there.

They are navigating their escape.

They need to navigate faster.

f*ck.

So what, you ready?

As I'll ever be.

This is what they get
if they f*ck this up.

Gotta make sure they understand that.

Yeah.

National Guard has the wall.

Let's get out of this sh*thole.

Hey, assh*le.

This is f*cking crazy,
this is f*cking crazy.

Listen to me, you wanna
go back by ourselves?

Huh? Come on. Come on, come on.

We're almost home free.
Let's go, let's go.

Come on, come on.

[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

[BUZZER BUZZES]

[BELL RINGS]

Hard to believe we built this for men.

Hard to believe there are
men we had to build it for.

Well, there are.

[BUZZER BUZZES]

And it appears a negotiator
is now entering the prison.

Oh my God.

That's Michael.

That's Michael. God damn him.

God damn, god dammit.

Mike. Mikey.

You gotta get us out of here, man.

Workin' on it.

No matter what happens,

them m*therf*ckers never
leavin' this place, cuz.

Never.

- Long time.
- Yeah.

- Thought you got out.
- I did.

They sent me back.

Won't ever leave now.

Why don't we go somewhere we can talk?

- Where is he going?
- I'm not sure.

Through the crowd.

I lost visual. You still got him?

He's in and out.

Hey, what the f*ck
are you doin' up here?

What the f*ck are you doing up here?

This is my post.

I've got a corrections
officer on tower three.

Hey buddy, you're relieved.

Leave your w*apon in place
and proceed down from the tower

to the staging area in the parking lot.

- This is my post.
- This f*ckin' guy.

Hey assh*le, it's not a request.
It's a f*cking order.

This is my post. I don't work for you.

Okay, give me your w*apon.
Head down the f*cking stairs.

You can't tell me what to do.

Give me your w*apon.

Do not f*ck with me today.

You are going down the f*cking stairs.

This is my post!

Fine. Stay there then.

- So you have demands?
- Yeah, I got demands.

- What are they?
- That they watch.

- They watch what?
- What they made us into.

God f*ckin'...

Come on, Paul, you were sent
here for attempted m*rder.

This place didn't
make you into anything,

you were already made.

I'm a criminal. I don't deny it.

So was that fool I sh*t.

He knew the game same as me.

But now, we just dogs they
b*at every time they feed us.

See half these fools think
the b*ating's a part of the meal,

but not me. I know the difference.

They made a promise to us, Mike.

We kept our promise and we
k*lled that m*therf*cker.

What did we ask for in return?

Feed us something f*ckin' decent,

treat us like f*ckin' men.

I ain't never gettin'
out this m*therf*cker.

I'ma die in here, Mike.

Can't control that,

but you know what I can control?

I can control how I die.

And I won't die some old
man painting watercolors

of birds I never see.

Some half-b*at man, nah.

That's absolutely f*ckin'
fine for you, Paul.

You go out anyway you like, man.

Don't make that decision
for others, though.

Let them make that
decision for themselves.

I ain't decide sh*t for anybody.

I didn't ask them to come out they cells

and come down here with
me, but they here anyways.

What about the guards?

Hmm? What the f*ck did they choose?

They choose everything
all day, every f*ckin' day.

They the coldest, motherfuckin'
criminals in here.

Make me eat my own sh*t.

Take the letters I write my daughter,

wipe they asses with them
and f*ckin' give 'em back.

You was in here, man.

You know what it is, cuz.

How do you think criminals
in prison get dr*gs in here

in the first place?

You think I got my old lady
hiking that sh*t up her skirt?

sh*t, dr*gs cheaper in here
than they are on the street.

These m*therf*ckers
wake up every morning

figurin' out new ways to give us hell.

And go to sleep doin' more of the same.

It's time the world knew.

It's time somebody sent a message.

And the messenger's me.

Be sure to tell them what I said, Mike.

- Paul...
- It's time to paint

the world a picture.

- Mike...?
- Yeah, I'm workin' on it.

- Yeah, you're my Mona Lisa.
- No, no, no, no!

- No!
- [g*nsh*t f*ring]

[g*nf*re]

IAN: I got ya, I got ya. There we go.

Better move, boys. On me.

[g*nf*re]

[g*nf*re]

[SHOUTING INDISTINCT ORDERS]

He's pretty bad.

- Mike.
- What?

- You good buddy?
- There you are.

- Hit?
- Am I hit?

You're good, buddy.

That got a little nutty, huh?

Ya think?

sh*t. f*ck.

Where's my brother?

Hey buddy, I'm proud
of ya. You did it.

You did it.

Ian.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

Yeah, you're all right. C'mere, c'mere.

You're all right.

- You're all right.
- Yeah.

Yeah. [CRYING]

Hey, come on.
Let's not do this sh*t here.

All right? Let's get
the f*ck outta here.

Come on.

You're all right.

Okay, stay with me. You're good. f*ck.

I got you, I got you.

- Oh.
- Ma'am.

Oh my God. Oh my. Oh.

Oh yes, oh, thank you.

Oh, thank you.

Sorry, Mom.

[CRICKETS CHIRPING]

I learned something today.

Yeah.

What they took,

I'll never get back.

It's like...

everything they did just got
a little piece of my soul.

Now there's just less of me.

And I have to live with that.

Or finish what they started.

Cut the rest of me away.

I learned that, too.

So... [CLEARS THROAT]

Is that what you plan on doing?

Cut the rest of you away?

I thought about it.

What changed your mind?

I just started thinkin',

what if your soul can grow back?