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[door slams]

[faint radio chatter]

[distant inmate chatter]

[rubber soles squeaking]

[toilet flushes]

"Dear Joshua.

I know it's been
nearly six years
since you heard from me.

I can't believe
you're already in tenth grade.

It's like time has flown by

and stood still
all at the same time.

It's usually a father's hope

that his son will follow
in his footsteps.

Thankfully, that won't be
the case with us.

I never meant
to hurt you, Josh...

but I have failed you
in every way possible.

My intention with this letter

is to properly say
goodbye to you.

Why it's taken me so long,
I don't know.

Maybe I'm a coward after all.

Make your mark
in this world, son.

Always be
your mom's protector.

And no matter
what you hear about me,

you keep moving forward

and never look back.

Your father."

[distant door slams]

[alarm beeping]

That motherfucker
hung himself, bro!

Hell, no, that buster
got dealt with, homie!

What happened, Lopez?

Homie had issues, sir.

Suicide, my ass.

Stick Lopez in the hole.

Photograph everything
before you take him down.

No, wait.

Don't do anything yet.

Code four.

Looks like two of you will be
leaving the block today, Money.

Let me get you out of here.

This fucking mess
will take all day.

[keys clanking]

Your gate money, 200,
and your CDCR ID.

Use it until you get
a new driver's license.

The van outside will take you
to the train station.

Just take it one day
at a time, Money.

From the Beast.

[sighs]

[no audible whispering]

What's up, Wood?

Hey, man.

Good to see you, brother.

Welcome.

It's for you, man.

Picked that out myself.

Little something in there
just to get you started.

Appreciate it.

Got a big night planned
for you, bro.

Youngster right there,
that's Howie.

He's the man
with the plan.

Should give you
the welcome home party.

Told you he'd know
who you were.

Youngster's all
star-struck and shit.

Hey, he's a sniper,
though, man.

Did work over there
in Afghanistan.

Only job you've got now
is staying clean.

Roger that.

Fuck, let's go eat, man.

Whatever you want,
it's on me.

-Need a room, too.
-Of course.

Time to lose
those parole duds, right?

Get you a whole new getup.

I got you, brother.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Ed Kutcher, parole.

I got a tip
this sex offender

has a 14-year-old girl
in his place.

-Waiting on
the damn warrant, though.
-No worries.

Lenny's one of my cases,
so I'm your warrant.

Good.

Kutcher. Come
to the door, Lenny.

-[girl sobbing]
-[banging on door]

Leonard, Kutcher.
Come to the door.
You know the drill.

[gunfire]

[grunts]

[girl screaming]

-Drop it! Go, go!
-[gunfire]

Shit! 10-3. Shots fired.

Repeat, shots fired.

[rock music playing]

[party chatter]

What's up, Chop?

Mm-hmm.

Damn, Chopper.

It's been a minute, huh?

Welcome home, brother.

Jason Horvath. Honor.

How about the name Chef, huh?
Mean anything to you?

Hell, every tweaker
south of Folsom knows that name.

Every single one
of these bitches in here
are all fucking dirt legs, dude.

I'm telling you, man,
every single one of them, man.

They're fucking
cheerleaders, brother.

You can literally do
whatever the fuck
you want to them.

You wanna drink, smoke?
I got you, brother.

-He looks good, don't he?
-Looks good.

Hey, you looking
for a bathroom?

Come on, I'll show you
one more private.

[panting]

Put your clothes on.

I could get you one
of the other girls

if you just tell me
which one you like.

What's your name?

I'm Janie.

How 'bout you and me
get a drink sometime, Janie?

Just not tonight.

Um, Howie and Shotgun
have my number.

I'll get it from them.

♪♪

I need a ride.

Sure, Money.

Everything okay?

Down!

-[screaming]
-Who's down?

Come on, come on,
let's get out there!

Get the fuck out there!

[woman] Janie!
Oh, my God, Janie!

No, no!

No!

Hey, hey, Money.
Money, we've gotta go!

-Let's go!
-Go, go, go, go!

All right, you ain't inked.
Get him outta here
in case we're stopped.

Come on! Go, go, go!

Move. Move.

Fuck!

-This ride clean?
-Insurance is up to date.

Reg, everything.

I need it tonight.
Tell me where to drop you off.

I'll pull over here.

Catch the bus.

They said
you're not inked.

Nothing.

You answer only to me now.

You don't go near anyone,
especially if they're validated,

unless I authorize it.

You got it.

Get two prepaid cells,
both of them different,

then be at my motel
at 10:00 a.m.

Copy that.

-[rubber soles squeaking]
-[basketball bouncing]

Ten shot!

Oh!

Come on!

Whoo!

[chatter]

Oh, that's coldblooded!

Charge, no basket.

-Charge? It's a pickup game.
-It's a foul!

Can't take a little
bump-and-grind,
get off the court.

It's all right,
let's just play.

[chatter]

If Greenman pulls
that shit again,

I'm gonna kick his pussy
Citigroup ass.

Yeah? You bringing
a stepladder?

How is this an opportunity
for a short joke right now?

Oh, Hirsch is
predicting Kelly will win

if the DOW gets
above 10-4.

-Yeah, not in this market.
-But still, Metzger's
a Republican.

Let's close him ASAP,
just in case.

-All right.
Let's strategize tonight.
-All right?

[car door closes]

[cartoon music playing]

You know the rules, bud.

[turns TV off]

How was school today?

We made masks
for Presidents' Day.

-Uh-huh?
-I picked Abraham Lincoln.

I also made his hat.

Oh, that's so cool.
I can't wait to see it.

Mwah!

Ah, turn the TV back on
when you get done, okay?

-Mom upstairs?
-Yeah.

-Hey, babe.
-Hey.

Mmm!

[chuckles]

You know,
we got 45 minutes

before we pick up
Tom and Jennifer.

Mm...

I just showered, lover.

Mm, it's
my favorite smell.

Okay. Okay.

-It's not happening, is it?
-No.

No. Oh, by the way,
your design looks amazing.

Oh, thanks. Did you see
the floor samples?

Pennies, right?

Finally, the pennies
are gonna fly.

How long is
it gonna take...

-To lay all the pennies?
-Yeah.

It's gonna take
a really long time.

That's why I have to ask
Jennifer for her help.

I'm gonna butter her
up tonight.

So does everyone use
the same house for finals?

Yes. Even playing field.

-Babe, I wanna live there.
-I know, right?

-Wait, wait, wait--
-What'd I do?

It's just-- well-- a kiss--

What-- I knew it.
I saw it coming.

No, no,
you shouldn't have.

[chatter]

Jennifer, I also want
to let you know

that I've been
eating asparagus.

No, no!

That's all I'm gonna say.

Can we get more--
every time.

-Should we get another bottle?
-Yes.

This is nice.
This is a good place.

One more?

See, I don't--
I honestly don't think

that baseball constitutes
a date night.

Like, that's not--

But they're dugout
comp seats.

-No--
-It's romantic.

-And they're free.
-What?

-It's free, guys.
-Okay, fine.

Fine, fine, fine.
I will allow that,

as long as it means
that Jennifer and I
can pick the next two.

-Yes.
-Two? How do you get two?

Okay, we want John Mayer.
We get John Mayer.

John Mayer's not free
in any way, shape, or form.

...your way into some
John Mayer tickets for us.

Don't look at me,
look at Jacob.

He's got the best kneepads
in the office.

Well used.

Oh, my God.

Wait until we close
the Metzger account.

We'll see whose butts
are getting kissed, right?

-Yeah, that's right, partner.
-Okay. All right.

Honey, the light!
Watch out!

-[crashing]
-[tires skidding]

[all moaning]

No. No! No!

Tom! Aah!

Baby, no!

♪♪

Sit down.

Your foreman called, Tony.
Why'd you miss work?

Especially after
I went on the hook

and got you the damn job
in the first place.

Look, I know, okay?

Dante was sick and my mom--

Hey, hey. I don't want
to hear about any of that.

No excuses.
You said you wanted Plan B

instead of wasting
the rest of your life.

Look, it's hard, Kutcher,
it's hard for me.

Of course it's hard.
You're a convicted felon.

Own the shit.

Rise above it,
or I'll bust your ass
right back inside.

Don't think I won't.

Look, I will. I will.
I'll rise above it.

-So, how's Ed doing?
-Man, I don't know
if it's hit him yet.

Yeah, well, he saved that girl.
That's gotta feel pretty good.

-Yeah.
-Still, three to the vest.

-Sorry for keeping
you waiting, Money.
-No worries, bro.

-So, how you feeling, man?
-I'm good. You?

For the record,
everyone I know,

they high-fived
after you put
that chester down.

Especially after
that fucker shot you.

You ready to kill
some cockroaches?

Yeah, bring it.

According to our C.I.,
the Beast is doing an arms deal

with the Southern Mexicans
in the next 48 hours.

He's ordered this guy,
Jacob Harlon,

goes by the street name
of Money, to handle things.

Harlon hit
the streets yesterday.

This Harlon validated?

Nah, but our C.I.
says he's a sleeper.

The Beast, huh?
That dude's been running
Cali for the last 15 years,

all from
the fucking hole, too.

[groans]

You okay, Ed?

I'm good.
Keep going.

Go on, go.
We got work to do.

All right, any specifics
on the deal?

Yeah. A thousand
full-auto AK-47s

and at least 500 Glocks

smuggled from Afghanistan,

none registered in the US.

You alert ATF?

And let them take
our collar?

Hell, no. We're controlling
this one, brother.

I love it.
So, what's the plan?

Harlon faces strike three.

We nail that fucker,
get him to flip on the Beast.

Simple. Whole power structure
comes tumbling down.

All right, I'll start pounding
the streets on the Eses,

see if anyone's talking.

I'll set up on Harlon.

Meet with him later today.
Let's rock, fellas.

[echoing gunshot]

[echoing gunshot]

[echoing gunshot]

[woman screaming]

Face directly
ahead, please.

So, what's next?
The arraignment, right?

Yes, and I know the prosecutor
assigned to your case.

This guy's a hard charger,
Jacob.

He only cares
about his stats,

especially on
DUI-manslaughter cases.

He's going for the maximum
sentencing guidelines--

four years--
plus an additional three

for a great bodily
injury enhancement,

since the other driver
broke his legs.

We're talking
about seven years, here, man.

Seven years.

Can we fight it?

Yeah, I mean, we can
go to trial, but...

I gotta be honest, man,
the evidence is...

is pretty overwhelming.

Didn't help the intersection
had a traffic camera, either.

My advice is you let me go
to the prosecutor now

and get him to make a deal,

because if we go to trial

they will stick
to the maximums.

That's what they do.
That's how it works.

What kind of deal?

Well, if you agree
to a no-contest plea,

I think I can get them
to two years on count one.

Reduce the great
bodily injury enhancement

to what's called
a DUI with injury.

Now, that drops
the additional three years

to eight months.

It means...

realistically, you'd only
have to do 16 months.

Yeah, 16 months.

It's your call, pal.

-Hey.
-Hi.

Okay, so they accepted
the house as collateral,

so, I can bail you out,
I can get you
out of there, okay?

What? Did something
happen? What--

I know this is
gonna be hard to take,

but Steve got them
to accept a deal.

If I plead no contest,
they'll agree to two years,
eight months.

No. No, we're fighting this.

If we do,
I'm facing seven years.

We'll win this.
You face none.

-Kate.
-What?

Honey... I blew a 0.10.

I ran the red.

-I killed Tom.
-It was an accident.

-It was an accident.
-I know.

I don't care
what Steve says.

People don't go away
for an accident.

Jennifer and Tina
will never see Tom again.

I'm responsible.

Sixteen months,
it's nothing compared

to what they're
going through.

No.

Program line number
into both.

Erase it from this one
so it's clean.

[vehicle starting]

YOUNGSTER:
Where are we heading?

East LA.

Lola's Flowers on Beverly.

Any word about last night?

Haven't heard
anything yet.

-And the girl?
-She'll be okay.

Hopefully the round
went through clean.

She's solid?

Definitely.

Janie won't say shit.

Get the word out.
Anybody ID's me
at that party,

they're greenlit.

Roger that.

Can I help you?

I'm looking
for Herman Gomez.

Orale.

It's been
a long time, man.

Sure has.

Here you go, baby.

We're gonna be
in the back, okay?

Call me if you need me.

I hate
those pinchescooler, man.

Fucking hate him.

Getting out all day
from the cold.

Makes my bones hurt.

Have a seat.

You have a beautiful family.

Thank you, homes.
I appreciate.

What about you,
you got a lady? Got kids?

Yes, sir.

The world went on
without us, huh?

I feel for you,
homes, I do.

Spend 17 years
total inside.

What a fucking waste.

You know why I asked the Beast
for you to handle this?

You asked for me?

You, man?

To me, a man is only defined
by his actions.

I appreciate it.

Nah, I'm the one
who's gotta be grateful.

Youngster out there,
he's the one with the guns?

No. Your friend
set the location.

Midnight. Pretty close
to the Salton Sea.

We're gonna get exact
coordinates one hour before.

We both need
this to go smooth.

It will.

I can't wait
for this cheesesteak.

You used
to come here a lot?

It's a short walk
from my office.

Sorry, but I just can't
picture you in a suit,

all Gordon Gecko
and shit.

You were probably,
what, 12 by then?

About that.

Where are you from?

Small farm town,
Pennsylvania.

Boring as hell.

So, you know, when I came back
I decided to come out here

and check out the beach.

How'd you come
across the guns?

Pure luck.

DOD was shipping planeloads
of them over

to arm
the Afghan security forces,

but thousands went missing.

Anyway, one night my unit
hit a Taliban house.

I was clearing a back room,
found a trap door.

Boom. Whole cache
of AKs and Glocks
down the hidden tunnel.

-All of them?
-Yeah, they just piled
them in there.

So I sealed it up,
didn't tell my CO, and...

Fucking mooches,
they'd just use them
against us anyway.

It's all right.
I found these contractor dudes

who agreed to load them
into a container

and head them back
to the States.

Cost me a hundred
of the AKs...

Wait, wait.

So you're telling me
there's just 900 now?

No, there was
1100 to start.

I figured 100 was pretty cheap
to get them home,

but then again, we're talking
about Soviet factory full autos,

not that cheap-ass Chinese
knockoff bullshit.

You said you needed
to see your money?

Fucking knucklehead
skims from the party, man.

I said to them,
I said, "Lay the fuck low."

They didn't listen
to me, okay?

They've been butting heads

with these fucking
Crippers from the beach.

Those dudes,
they knew that house.

So you're telling me
it was a drive-by.

I'm just telling
you what I--

It sure didn't
feel random, that gun--

Hey, hey, hey.
This is on me.

This is fucking on me,
but I'm gonna fucking handle it.

I'm gonna check
their fucking asses

and find out
who took those shots--

Not until the deal's done.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
no, I'm on it. Shit.

Man, I know you
like the fucking kid.

I like the kid, too.

Man, he went
and GI-Joe'd over there
in fucking Afghanistan.

That's not where
we are, is it?

You know who I am.
You know what I'm about.

I need to be with you.
I need to be on your fucking--

You know I can't be seen
around anyone validated,

like I'm doing right now
in broad fucking daylight.

Now, you get everyone
in check.

I've got too much on the line
for any more bullshit.

Just be careful.

Fuck!

You were told to answer
to nobody but me.

-I'm sorr--
-Shut your hole!

Look at me.

Everything you do in this game
has a consequence.

If you defy my word like that,
I can make you fucking bleed.

I will walk the walk,
Money, I swear.

Damn right you will.

Open east gate.

[guard]
High security first.

[lawyer] Look, man,
I know you're scared.

All right, I would be scared.

But you need to know this.

All violent crimes,
from domestic battery

to capital murder,
get housed together.

It means you'll be
with the big boys,

and they will test you,
whether you like it or not.

[guard] Rest of you,
single file.

But you've gotta stand up
for yourself

because once you're
marked in there...

it will never end.

These fools know what time
it is, homie.

Somebody working at the...

[cheering, whistling]

[chatter]

[man] Fresh off the bus.

Yeah, like it!

-Shit!
-For real!

That's the real...

Better choose wisely,
if you're gonna roll
with us or not.

[keys clanking]

[door slams]

[lock clicks]

[bedsprings creak]

[muffled yells]

Straws down, man.

[muffled yells
and bedspring creaking continue]

[chatter]

Grady, come on.

[chatter continues]

Done stuck hisself in.

[blow lands]

Now, check yourself,
peckerwood.

Looks like some lame
just stepped on a landmine.

...motherfucker? Move!

You fucking? I'm about
to boot your ass!

[yells]

[guard]
Get down! Get down!

Get the fuck down!

All right, prisoner,
get down!

Get on by!

Spray him!

Stay down! Stay down!

Just breathe.

Dude shows heart.

Get on the wall.

Step in.

You throw any fits or shit,

I'll leave you
in here for the whole 30.

No rec.

Leave your dirties
by the door.

[camera snapping,
beeping]

[Kutcher] Turn around.

No new ink
since your release?

Thought I might find
a shamrock or AB or...

Only a select few
can wear that ink.

Let's see.

Get dressed.

Need you to clear
something up.

Girl got shot last night
in the South Bay.

Now, someone reported
you were there.

Then they got it wrong.

I need an alibi.

Got a room
at the Easy Stay Motel

near downtown, till
I find an apartment.

Says here you
checked in at 6:35 p.m.

Well, the shooting
was after midnight.

That's all I got.
Paid cash with the rest
of my gate money

for a steak dinner
at Sizzler's.

Hit the bunk after that.

Not much of an alibi.

Not much putting me
at the scene, either,

or I figure you'd already be
giving me a one year bullet

for breaking parole.

Don't think I won't.

When do I report in again?

You don't.
I check in on you.

You got a cell phone yet?

-I wrote the number down
on the form.
-Good.

Thank you.

[chatter]

Hey, Wood!
Come with me.

Man you're about to meet
has the keys to this yard.

Treat him with respect.

-I'm Bottles.
-Jacob.

Yeah, stockbroker
from Pasadena.

When you come
to the yard, child,

you take
a shit, whatever.

You stick
to your own race.

Why'd you fight
that Toad?

He challenged me first.

You gonna go round
kicking it off

with every buster
that calls you out?

I'm not looking
for trouble, no, but...

I'm not taking
any shit, either.

The only thing we got
in here is our respect.

Question is,
what are you gonna do

when you're
out here slumming it
with the rest of us?

'Cause the safety
of these numbers
comes with a price.

There are
no free rides here.

Everyone puts in work
whether you're cliqued
up or not.

I understand.

I'm not talking about helping us
with our computer skills.

You'll get
your fucking hands dirty
like the rest of us.

Or you can go back to seeing
how that lone wolf shit

works out for you, money man.

-Hey.
-Hi.

Um, Joshua
made you a letter.

He's very excited
for you to read it.

He did it all by himself,
and wanted to give it to you,

but some guard
up front took it.

I know, I know,
they'll get it back to me.

-Good.
-Can't wait to read it.

I think you'll like it.

How is he?

Um, he's really good.

Sorry.

It's okay.

It's good to see you.

Kate, something's wrong.
What is it?

Jennifer's suing us
for wrongful death.

I mean, I... I don't know
what to do with that, but...

How much is in our checking?

Three months, maybe.

I called Lynn, and...
'cause I'm gonna get
my job back.

No. No, you're
not quitting school
when you're this close.

I don't have a choice.
I have to pay bills,
Jacob, so...

Look, it'll take her
at least six months
to get a court date,

-and we have some equity
on the house.
-Yes.

Use our equity line
while we put it on the market.

I'm not selling
our home. I'm not.

It's just a house, Kate.
It'll help stretch things
long enough

for you to get
your design license,
and that's what matters.

It's our home.

Your life is not stopping
because of this.

You promise me, yeah?

Yeah.

Thank you.

-Kate?
-Shit!

Jacob.

Must feel good to be out...

I would imagine.

Drove by the old house.

Doesn't look much different,
to tell you the truth.

So, where are you working?

I'm, um, working
in a legal firm.

It's... I'm a paralegal.

Ever think about pushing
your interior designing again?

No. Um...

No, there's
no time for that.

You know,
it's just between work
and being a mom. It's...

It's fine.
It is what it is.

Why'd you send
him that letter?

Josh thought you
were committing suicide.

This is for you.

They're signature cards
to your new checking.

Have them notarized,
then get them back to me.

You're not gonna
answer my question?

There's 178 grand
in there.

-I don't know...
-It's all I got.

...how you got that money,
and I don't care.

You need to keep that.
I'm not taking it.

-It's yours now.
-I'm not taking your gang money.

-Just keep it down.
-Don't tell me what to do.

You don't get
to do that.

I don't hear from you
for seven years.

Nothing.

I mean, how do you even
know where I live?

[sighs]

I'm not trying
anything here, Kate.

The money's clean.

I just couldn't get it
to you until I was out.

Okay. What is this?

Is this
my consolation prize?

Give it to Josh,
then, whatever you--

You give it to Josh.

He deserves it.

I wrote him that letter
because I won't let my stink

affect him another day.

He deserves better.

And you deserve better.

Once that's handled,
it'll be the last time
you see me.

♪♪

[chatter]

You order
from the canteen?

[man] There's gonna be
a balloon in your canteen.

You're responsible for it.

What do I do with it?

Take it
to the yard tomorrow.

-How?
-In your fucking ass, man.

Make sure you
lube up, too.

You don't want that shit
breaking off inside you.

The fuck you looking
at the floor for?

Is there a problem, hmm?

I get it. You think
you're really badass

'cause you put your tips
on some fucking Toad?

Maybe I should get you
transferred into my side.

I got
an open-door policy, bro.

Find out
how a white boy fights.

-Would you like
to find that out?
-We don't have a problem.

-No problem?
-No.

[sighs]

[chatter]

No loitering,
Jenkins, let's go.

Just keeping
good hygiene, sir.

Keep putting
in that work, Money Man.

[door squeaks open]

[rock music playing]

Get the fuck
out of the way, man.

Stupid fucking cunt.
Fuck out of the way.

[cheering and applause]

We get the location
from the Eses

tomorrow night,
an hour before.

We got a problem here?

[scoffs] Aw, man,
there's no problem.

Nah, it's just
there's not a lot of time.

You know, we have no idea
what we're walking into.

I'm just trying
to protect you, that's all.

Shit, man, you got it.
You got it, bro.

Hooray for you, man.

I'm good.

Stash still out in the IE?

Moreno Valley.
A storage unit.

Anybody check it lately?

I was out there yesterday.
It's good.

Yeah. Shotgun knows
the onsite manager.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
It's good. It's good.

He's gonna cut the cameras
as soon as we drive in.

-I'm on that shit.
-Let's keep vehicles
to a minimum.

Just the moving truck
and the scout.

-Who's cleanest?
-Horvath.

He's been off parole
for two years.

You're a scout. Rest of us
will load up in the truck.

You know what's
riding all this.

Now, go home, lay low.

Get a ride with Chopper.

Sure.

[car starts]

[sniffing]

I tried, man.
He's not giving up
the exchange.

He says he's gonna
let us know
an hour before.

That's what he said.
I tried.

I done everything
you asked me to do.

-Cool.
-Mm.

Need you to wear a wire.

You can't ask me
to wear a fucking wire.
Don't come at me with that.

How you want me
to come at you?

That means I'm
a fucking dead man.

If I'm a dead man,
you ain't got shit.

You chose this,
so unless you produce,

Monica stays locked up
for trafficking,
and you're next.

-I'm trying
to help you out, man.
-And I'm here.

I'm fucking here, man.

I'm fucking here.
I done everything
you asked me to do.

I can't help it if he
ain't giving me shit.

And I can't help you
and your old lady if you
don't give me shit, so...

It's simple.

What do you suggest
I do, Frank, huh?

-Hmm?
-You're tracking
my phone, right?

Just do
the phone thing, man.

Just do the phone thing.

Frank, listen to me.

I'm gonna say it
one time, all right?

Mm, mm-hmm.

If your fucking cell phone
loses signal even
for a millisecond--

Be quiet-- then I'm fucking
kicking your trafficking charges
up to DEA.

All my friends there
gonna take care of you
and Monica real well.

Fed time, you know
what that means?

That's fucking mandatory 20
right off the top.

This is the position
you put me in.

-All right?
-Yeah.

-May I ask you something?
-What, Frank?

I deliver, she comes home.

-I want your word.
-Yeah.

-I want your word, man.
-I said yeah.

You have my word.

Hey, look, man,
she my life, okay?

She's my
fucking life, man.

Ball is
in your court, Frank.

See you later, Frank.

[grunting]

It's your turn, Money Man.

I know you're shitting bricks
right about now...

trying to rationalize
the morality,

what will your family
think of you,

how will they judge you.

All of that went
through my head, too,

when I first broke
my cherry.

And then I realized
none of that matters.

The only thing that matters

is you getting home
to your family in one piece.

This guy's a monster, brother.
Make sure you're with me.

-How can they know
he's really snitching?
-Doesn't matter!

If we leave him breathing,
they whack us, okay?

All right, they're popping him.
It's time.

Come here! Come here!
We're doing this.

All right,
before he hits the tier.

[chatter]

[prison gates ring]

[grunting]

Get him!

[Bottles] The fact is,

we all started out
as someone's little angel...

and then a place like this

forces us to become
warriors or victims.

Nothing in between
can exist here.

And you've chosen
to be a warrior.

Now it's up to you
to remain one.

♪♪

[knocking]

[lock clicks]

You get it notarized?

Um, yes.

[car door opens]

I told you not
to bring him, Kate.

I know, but he wanted
to be here, so...

Hi, sweetie.

I'm gonna stay
by the car, okay?

Okay.

Look, um, I meant
every word in that letter,

so I don't have
much else to say.

You know, I used to love
getting your letters.

I reread them,
like, a dozen times.

And then nothing from you
for the past seven years.

And then I get this one.

Even when you knew
you were getting out,

-you still want nothing to do--
-It's not that.

Some things just don't
go back together again,
they just don't.

You, your mom...

are on your own
trajectory now.

I'm on another.

What, just wasting
the rest of your life, Dad?

It doesn't matter
what I do.

Your job is to take care
of yourself and your mom.

Look, I get
why you pushed us away.

It was to protect us.

But, Dad, you've
done your time now.

It's over.

Let us help you
get back on your feet.

Please.

You want to help me?

Yeah, I do.

Then stay away.

[sobbing]

-[bangs door]
-You're a fucking loser!

Just get in the car.

Oh...

[car starts]

[grate cracks]

[groans]

What can I get you?

An order of pancakes,
scrambled eggs, and bacon,

and a cup of coffee, please.

-All righty.
-Same for me.

-Okay.
-Thank you, ma'am.

Thank you.

I need another car.

Janie's Nissan
is out front.

It's a piece of shit,
but it's clean.

Did my truck break down?

No. We'll pick it
up tomorrow.

Get me
Shotgun's address.

I'll pick him up myself.

Will do.

How did you
meet Shotgun?

Did I do something
wrong, Money?

Just never told me.

He's a guy
from my unit who's...

He's from Huntington Beach.

We were real tight. Yeah.

All he talked about
was this skinhead gang
he was with,

and surfing.

Yeah, he was gonna teach me
when we got back, but...

he got blown up.

When I went to the funeral,
I met Janie.

She's his sister.
I told her about the guns

because her brother and I
were gonna sell them.

We were supposed
to sell them together,

and she introduced me
to Shotgun.

Two coffees.

So, Shotgun...

he's jumping you
in for this.

I don't want to be
a part of a gang.

Who's with Bottles?

Herman Gomez.
He's got the keys
to the yard for the Eses.

His old man's royalty, bro.

Fucking OGMA.

Herman's solid,
solid as fuck.

You make sure you treat him
like he's one of our own.

Word already came down
from the Beast.

Eses' kicking it off
with the Toads, bro.

I'm fucking going with them.

Fucking live for that shit.

I heard that, brother.

Fuck, yeah.

[Money] Damn, I can't be
part of a riot.

Don't expect
a hall pass, brother.

Whole wood pile's
expected to get down.

Just don't go anywhere the cops
or cameras can single you out.

Stay in the middle
and keep swinging on dudes.

Unless there's
something obvious,

they'll just put us on lockdown
like they always do.

Then you're home free.

♪♪

Iron up.

Fuck...

[chatter]

-Go! Earn your ink!
-Let's get them, blood!

[all shouting]

Fucking what's up, man?

Get him!

Come on.

Aah!

[gunfire]

Get down!
Get down! Get down!

[guard] Stay down
or we'll shoot you!

I fucking owe you one.

Get down!
Stay where you are!

Let's go, into the dirt!

[men coughing]

[bailiff] Please rise.

Mr. Harlon, with this court
finding you guilty

of assault by a prisoner
with a deadly weapon,

I'm sentencing you
to the middle term
of four years.

In addition,
having been found guilty

of committing this crime
in association

and for the benefit of a gang,

I'm sentencing you
to an additional five years

to run consecutively.

Penal code 667.5 requires
that you serve a minimum

of 85% of these terms.

Both will run concurrently
with your initial sentence.

[gavel bangs]

It's over. Forget I exist.

You'll be locked down 23/7
in the security housing unit

with one hour of yard time.

Three showers a week.

You will not be allowed
in the same open area

of any other inmate
outside of your cellie,

and there will be
no warning shots.

You cliqued up with anyone?

-No.
-Why participate in the riot?

You know why.

You got your rules,
and we got the gang's rules.

And theirs matter.

Yeah, well, cost you
a year of good time
on top of the new sentences,

and put you
with the heavy hitters, so...

hope it was worth it.

You know the deal, Ripper.

Face the wall.

Crack 13.

Close 13.

Hands through the food port.

You can get up, Ripper.

Welcome to the pad, Money.
I'm Ripper.

Who's got the keys here?

Redwood from the Brand.

[over PA]
Open forward yard door.

Redwood. This is Money.

Heard how you
got down in Chino.

So'd the Beast.

Appreciate it.

You still in the hole?

400 yards to my six.

Last nine years.

Little different
than mainline, huh?

You could say that.

Make no mistake, brother,

they design places like this
to break men like us.

Eses and Woods.

500 Navy SEALs.
Ripper, count 'em.

Ready, down!

One, two, three.

-[men] One!
-Down!

One, two, three.

-Two!
-Down!

One, two, three.

-Three!
-Down!

One, two, three, four.

What's up?

Thought you were posting up
on your CI.

Since 3:00 a.m.

Figured I'd get some chow
and take a piss.

Any movement?

Nada. You know,
I can't put my finger
on it, Manny,

but there's more
to this Harlon guy.

What you mean,
like a power play?

Phil says his wife and his kid
dropped to his motel.

He slams the door
in their face.

I mean, you're
talking about a guy
with a perfect life,

right, a fucking
envious life.

He's got not one prior.

Can't even fucking spell
the word "gangster," man.

He gets fucked up
on a DUI manslaughter.
Kills his friend.

Yeah, a dime will
change you for sure,
but a guy like that

gets out, throws
everything away? Nah.

Look, all I know is once a dude
gets institutionalized,

anything is possible, man.

What you got?

Still squat on the Eses.

But ATF did pick up a call
from Mexico on the wiretap.

Something about picking up guns
near the Salton Sea.

So at least we know
the area now.

Who was the tap on?

Heavy hitter
from the Sonora cartel.

And, of course, ATF wants
any and all intel we got.

Sonora, huh?

Yeah.

This thing just keeps on
getting bigger and bigger.

Maybe it's not a bad idea
to have ATF out there with us.

Hey, you know what,
check it out, bro.

Why don't you
just quarterback this one
from the office?

I mean, shit, what's it been,
a week since the shooting?

Sit around
with my thumb up my ass?
Come on, are you kidding me?

That's worse, man.

Sure as hell seen
my share of violence, man,

but when you're in it...

when you're
on the other end...

that's a whole different
ball game, brother.

Look, man...

I've never been
in an actual gunfight myself,

so I'm not gonna sit here
and tell you I know

what you're going through,
'cause I don't.

But what I do know
is there's a young girl

out there
who's safe right now.

And that's because of you.

Goddamn, man,
that sucks.

It's good.

I want her to move on.

Shit! Get him on the ground!

-Get him, Money!
-Get down!

[over PA] On the yard.
One on one. Enemy combat.

Enemy combat.

Fuck that Norteño up, homie!

Get him, boy, get him!

Whoo!

Money! Money, let him go!

Rip the farmer's head off!

Spray him!

Stay down!

[coughing, gasping]

One. Two.

Three.

Hey, your counselor
wants to see you.

[Money] Since when
do you escort alone?

Why, are you gonna
be a problem?

No, sir.

[cuffs clinking]

Know who I am?

Yes.

They sent Redwood to death row
after what happened.

It took him four months
to finally get that screw.

Fuck him.

These cops...

they need to understand
that we run the show.

Some get it.

Like Roberts.

But the rest think the more
they lock us down
and isolate us...

it strips us of our power.

They even think
we close the books.

We're a dying breed.

They're dead fucking wrong.

We're just real selective...

who we choose
to call our brother.

So the question is...

are you ready?

Yes.

What I wanted to hear.

But keep your ink clean
so they can't validate you,

so we lull
the enemy to sleep.

I understand.

You have the keys
out here now.

Roberts will
single-cell you,

get you some privacy.

Works for me.

You like to read?

I got a good collection
on psychology.

Just finished reading
The Human Animal.

I'll send it over
with some of my favorites.

A warrior's
deadliest weapon...

is his mind.

Welcome
to the family, brother.

Mr. Harlon, after serving
85% of your time,

having a clean conduct record
with no infractions,

I recommend to the parole board
your release,

30 days from today.

This is your parole packet.

It tells you who to report to.

Thank you.

[banging on gate]

Push send, and I'll be
back for it in 30.

[phone buzzing]

-You know Shotgun?
-[grunts]

He just sent word to me
about a heavy shipment of guns

that Youngster smuggled
back from Afghanistan.

He wants permission
to go to Herman Gomez
to offload them

for a million five
to their cartel connections.

Herman got his letters?

And he's out, too.

Just like you'll be
in 30 days.

I'll get word to Herman

you're handling
the deal for us.

And fuck our usual cut.

Shotgun just bought himself
a full partner on this.

I'll be on parole, though.

The fuck's that got
to do with anything?

-Well, Ted, you're--
-You think the fucking honor

of being one of us
ends at the gate?

It ends when you're
six feet under.

Until then,
you will keep earning
for your brothers.

-I understand that--
-Before you say
another fucking word,

think of your family
in this decision.

Excuse me?

Did I stutter?

I'll get word to Shotgun,

tell him shit's
on hold till I'm out.

Good answer.

[knocking]

[knocking]

Who is it?

It's Money.
Open the door.

Howie's been
calling you all day.
What the fuck?

Let's go!

The fuck you mean he's
been calling me-- Oh, fuck!

[screaming]

[groaning]

Oh, fuck!

Ugh! Aah!

-What'd you tell Kutcher?
-Fuck!

Does Herman know
you're a rat?

Fuck you,
stupid motherfucker.

-Herman's gonna try
to kill you--
-You're both dead.

Herman's crew
wouldn't have known
I was there.

Go and do what
you gotta do.

Go on... go on
and fucking do it.

[spits]

Come on,
fucking do it! Aah!

[panting]

[stuttering]

I end up dying a punk.

...dying a punk.

[coughs]

♪♪

[cell phone rings]

Yeah, anything?

Nothing.
It's almost 4:00, too.

All right, I'll check in
on Shotgun.

There's no need
to tip Harlon off
if we don't have to.

Okay, standing by.

Copy that.

[phone dings]

[bangs on door]

Frank, it's Kutcher.

[banging]

Frank!

Fuck!

Get in that room now.

Fuck!

[phone ringing]

-Yeah?
-Yeah, he left his cell here,

but he's fucking gone.

Hang on a minute.

Hang on.

Hang on.

Somebody in this deal
thinks Shotgun's
still alive, man.

He texted him
the coordinates at 11:00.

[wind whistling]

Still can't track
the incoming call to Shotgun's.

Must be off.

That fucking text
better come through
or we're screwed.

-Who's tracking it?
-Well, you tell me.

Went to pick him up.
He's a fucking no-show.

-I'll call him.
-Yeah, you do that.

I don't have time to babysit.
Let's go. Give him the key.

[cell phone rings]

That's Shotgun's.

It's a different number, 714.

With the Russian
serial numbers,

and the Glocks
from Austria, not the US.

Totally untraceable. Nice.

Shotgun still
ain't answering.

Pull your cell batteries
in case he got pinched.

You two, you ride in back
since you're both validated.

Let's load up.

You're good.

Well, our CI's dead.

Harlon's fucking MIA.
How was your day?

All right,
so what do you wanna do,
hit the Indio casinos or...?

What, you got a plan B?
Because ATF ain't heard
shit either.

A different cell called
our CI's, what, two hours ago?

-Yeah.
-We located it in Moreno Valley.
Then it fucking disappeared too.

Cockroaches making moves.

Horvath caught back up.

He's right behind us.

What time is it now?

It's eight minutes to 11:00.

Yo, we're in business! Yo!

The original incoming cell
just passed Palm Desert
on the 10.

It's 10:54 now.

If we could just get
the exact location,
we could set up on him.

[cell phone dings]

Here.

About five miles out.

[dings]

Got it. Let's go!
We got the coordinates.
Let's roll out.

You heard him. Load up!

It's half a mile
up that way.

All right.
Turn in at the stop.

Turn your cell back on.
Post up out here.

Text me if you
see anything.

Will do.

Let me see your gun.

Keep driving.

What? What is--
what's wrong, Money?

How many guns did you
tell Shotgun you had, total?

Same as I told you!

You lie to me again,
I'll blow your fucking head off.

How many?

Two.

2,000 AKs.

Shotgun-- right
before I met you,

Shotgun said that
if I said anything
about the extra guns,

he'd greenlight
me money.

-You gotta believe me.
-Where are they?

Shotgun's dead,
isn't he?

Answer
the fucking question.

In the second storage unit,

number 246.

Does Chopper
or the others know?

No. Shotgun and I
went out alone.

[sighs]

This is what
you're gonna do.

You're gonna forget
they're there...

and you're gonna
fucking vanish.

Re-enlist, I don't care
what you do.

But if I ever hear
your name again,

there won't be anywhere
you can hide.

Do you understand me?

-Do you understand?
-Yes. Yes.

-Jump.
-But--

Open the door
and jump.

Where's Howie?

Dropped him off, strapped,
a quarter mile back.

Watch our six.

Keep your eyes open.

That's them.

Looking for Shotgun?

I know it was
only business.

Just pick
a better shooter next time.

Orale.You should've seen me
crack the whip on those fools.

What you don't know
is you made a deal with a rat

and he was gonna throw you
under the bus with me.

Has that been
taken care of?

And the Youngster stashed
the extra guns.

Don't worry, I know
where they're hidden.

I figure...

we make everyone happy
with this deal...

you and I
split the rest.

I'm down with that.

Orale.

-Tienes todas las armas?
-Simón.

AJ, carga los cohetes.

Chopper, move
the truck around.

Is that the money?

Un million cinco.

All right.

[engine starts]

[backup alarm beeping]

[police] Get down! Get down!
Shoot, shoot, shoot!

[gunfire]

Fuck, homie!
The Flaca's dog!

-Hands behind your back!
-Don't move!

[glass shatters]

Don't you fucking move!

Drop the weapon!

-Got a gun!
-Got it.

-Get down!
-Hands behind your back.

We're officially
validating you.

Means you'll new the rest
of your new life term
here in the shoe

unless you want
to play ball.

I have nothing to play.

Come on, Harlon, don't let
your pride get in the way.

-You don't owe these people--
-Save the speech.

We're done here.

[sighs]

What happens when they
put you on death row

with all them low-lifes
for murdering Shotgun?

'Cause when it happens,
and it will...

whatever offer me
and my guys are willing

to make goes
up in smoke.

Is that all you got? Bluffs?

I already pleaded guilty
to the guns.

Let me do my time
like a man.

You see, that's
what I don't get.

I've been around long enough
to know when a con's

making moves
simply to survive,

or when it's
that rare breed...

the one that relishes
in the power.

But that's not you.

Not by a long shot.

Why are you throwing
your whole life away?

Look, I don't know
what they're holding on you...

but I can offer you
something better,

something real.

No bluffs, no BS.

You give me the Beast...

and everyone involved,

and you walk.

I mean it.

No protective custody,
no reduced sentence,

out, back in the free world.

Back with Katherine
and Joshua.

Nothing out there is free,

especially for a rat
with a target on his back.

You know, Harlon,
when I walk out of here...

the deal walks with me, man.

Have a nice trip.

All right.

Good luck in there.

[sighs]

[chatter]

[cuffs rattle]

[doors slamming]

Come on, Money.

Easy.

Right there.

Now that we're looking
eye to eye, you're gonna
answer something.

Shotgun's body was
discovered around 5:00,

which means
there's no way

he could've
tipped off the cops
with the location,

since Herman
didn't send you
the coordinates

until an hour
before the meet.

So explain to me
how three different agencies

had time to set up
and take everyone down.

I gave you a gift...

and you spit in my face.

How does it feel to be
the walking dead?

No different
than the last ten years.

Well, we'll see about that...

when your old lady and kid
are lying in blood,

and you get to live
with knowing you're the cause.

Get this lame away from me!

Cuff up, Money.

Cuff up, Money!

Okay, Money.

Okay!

All right, easy!

-Easy.
-Drop your radio.

Easy.

Easy, Money.

Slowly.

What the fuck, Money?

You knew they'd
put you back here.

That's why you led the cops
to the bust...

to get to me.

Well played.

Let's get down, Wood.

Ow! Ow!

[grunting]

[gasping]

Nobody's touching
my family.

[keys clank]

We're gonna get
a few things straight here.

I'm already doing life...

so I could give a shit
about additional time...

but I'm not sitting
on death row

waiting to be put down
like some animal,

so you'll write it up

that he attacked me
with the blade first.

In return, your arrangement
with us stands,

including the monthly deposits
to your account.

The reason I can guarantee
these terms is...

I'm running the show now.

Say it.

You're running the show.

[cell phone beeps]

Pop the battery
and break the SIM card.

You gotta be shitting me.

I still don't get this guy...

but I fucking like him.

Got some mail, Money.

Thanks.

"Mom told me you've gotten
life without parole now.

I don't think
I'll ever understand

why any of this has happened,

but I wanted you to know
that I've accepted reality,

which is why I will do

what you've asked me
in your letter.

I'm moving
on with my life, Dad.

I will learn
from your mistakes,

and I will always be
Mom's protector.

But, most importantly,
I want you to know...

that I've forgiven you.

Your son, Josh."

♪♪