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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."

♪♪