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This here's a new kind of boldness.

We inbound, Mike.

911. What's your emergency?

-Bunny got shot. -Is he alive?

So fucking far.

They put me in Gen Pop.

I'm in the fucking yard, Mike.

Got to get you back to your nest.

-They're taking me back. -Kyle, don't go.

-I got to go. -Put yourself in the fucking...

No!

Callahan's got your back.

You have my attention.

I know you got your thumb on the scale for Bogotá.

I know the cartel has its sights on Moses.

-I want Frank Moses arrested. -I can do it.

If you get Kyle back in Ad Seg

and Callahan goes in Gen Pop.

-We're gonna take down Moses. -What about tonight?

Catch and release. I've got to bide my time.

Gun! Fuck!

Protect our own, Kyle.

By any means fucking necessary.

When's the last time someone did that for you?

♪ Country roads ♪

♪ Take me home ♪

♪ To the place ♪

♪ I belong ♪

♪ West Virginia ♪

♪ Mountain mama ♪

♪ Take me home ♪

♪ Country roads ♪

Heading back to population, brother.

I wish we had more time.

Inmate secure.

Pop the cell.

No goodbyes?

No fond farewells?

Well, least you could do is offer a fucking,

"Thank you, Merle, for saving my life."

Yeah. I'm seeing

the similarities now, you and Mike...

ungrateful, graceless cunts,

the lot.

Oh, there you are.

What have you learned?

Your brother can't protect you.

That's lesson one.

But I can. I did.

Lesson number two.

Lesson three.

I offer my hand once and only once.

Reject it? You reject me.

Reject me? Reject the Brotherhood.

Do that...

and you're all shades of fucked.

Mike took my hand, did things in my service,

survived because of those things.

You?

Mike didn't steer you away from me to keep you safe.

He did it 'cause he's fucking selfish.

Regrets his past and didn't want you to repeat it,

but who the fuck is that for?

Who's it benefit, you or him?

Fuck you, Merle.

I'm gonna do my time.

Pray I see you on the fucking outside.

Yeah.

I don't see you breathing free air again.

Shit's not trending the McLuskys' way.

You locked up,

your brother dead, brains on the fucking wall.

And your poor, innocent mom.

What would sweet Saint Mariam make of you now?

Under control. Just let it ride.

You can't choose family, Kyle.

You can only choose your friends.

Take my hand, you survive.

Don't?

Well, shit.

You might as well knot up your sheet and end it now,

'cause you're not gonna make it.

Then end it.

Now.

Do yourself that favor.

Because I am gonna get out of here.

I can walk through walls.

And you don't want to live to mourn another brother.

You know, Merle...

...you talk a lot...

fucking talk, talk, talk,

talk, talk...

but don't say shit.

Mike played you.

You got baited out of retirement

and blown the fuck up.

You're half a ghost already.

I'm not taking your hand...

...'cause you don't matter.

You don't factor in fucking life,

inside or out.

My brother Mitch, he's remembered.

My mother... always remembered.

And me and Mike, we'll be remembered.

But you?

You're a fuckin' footnote.

And you're gonna die long before me or Mike.

That...

That's the most I've ever heard you say.

I'll tell Mike "hello" when I see him.

Hey.

Hey.

You okay?

Yeah. I mean, fuck, I've had

some fucking close calls in my life, but this was...

Hold down the fort.

Fucking bullshit.

Mikey. Fucking suicide mission.

That fucking Colombian fucker wanted Moses dead,

escape plan optional.

Where's Moses now?

I fucking stashed him. He's in... Planted in interrogation.

Keep him there as long as you can.

I mean, I can keep him there for fucking personal safety,

but it's not gonna last long. This fucker doesn't like cages.

Well, name someone who does.

Look, don't cut him loose till I say so.

Tell him it's my call.

Yeah.

What's that look for?

It's my fucking face.

Give me a few hours.

You know, Hobbs, I really

don't like getting burned. Okay?

And you burned me and you burned my leverage with Moses.

Do you have any idea what that cost me?

Don't come crying about the cost, Mike.

Okay? Not when you've got what matters...

Kyle is alive.

Yeah, he's alive, but I made promises

that I cannot keep.

It's greater good, Mike.

I did what was necessary.

You did what was easy.

What was expedient.

You proved yourself to me.

I proved myself to my people. And, Mike, I have to

-prove myself to my people. -Mm-hmm.

Kyle is safe and sound.

Far as Moses goes, you can control that narrative.

You are nothing if not persuasive.

Next time you're playing chess, Nina,

just let me know that we're fucking playing.

Might save us some blood.

Look at him.

Attaboy, Reed!

Don't encourage him.

What? He's fearless. Look at him.

Reed! Too high, bubba.

No, come on, Patty, he's fine.

Yeah, everybody's fearless till they fall.

What are you doing? Already?

You didn't say how the arbitration went.

Yeah, it's, uh, you know, it's pending.

Listen, it's just a matter of time.

We're outnumbered, outgunned.

Can't keep me on the bench forever.

How are you holding up?

Yeah, I'm good.

I'm good. I'm in a good place.

You sure?

'Cause the Scope's not covering.

Yeah, well, I mean, listen, all that's

gonna get better when you and Reed come home.

Dad, did you see me?

-You saw? -Ah! You know I did, brother.

That was awesome. Come here, man.

My fearless boy.

Man, you're good at that.

Here, come here, give me another one.

Go on.

Hey, good morning.

Fuck off, Mike.

-Hey, fuck you, too. -No, I can't even talk to you.

-What'd I do now? -You've got some fucking balls

showing up here. You come in to fucking gloat?

What... I don't even know

what the fuck you're talking about, Evelyn.

Mike, I got a missing fucking witness.

You don't have to guess too hard to know

-how that went down. -I see.

Right. Okay.

So, what's that got to do with me?

Is he dead?

There are things I do not do, okay?

There are lines I do not cross. You know this.

-So, one of your minions? -Or...

-I wouldn't put it past Ian. -Or, more likely,

your witness bolted, got spooked.

Don't act like it doesn't happen every other fucking day.

Huh?

If you lost your witness,

if he's in the wind, right, what the fuck you got,

besides no witness?

No Ian, no Robert. Huh?

I'm spinning off the fucking planet here, Mike,

and it's just wrong, it's just wrong.

Well, I'm not saying it's not.

But you got to clear this shit off your board, okay?

You got to forget about this Robert shit, all right?

-I have a tonic for all this. -Yeah?

-Yeah. -Is it vodka?

No.

It's the biggest conviction of your career, however.

You want to keep D.A.? That's a lock.

-Governor, Senate seat. -Mike...

-cut the shit, man. -What do you want?

No, it's no joke. I can gift wrap a whale.

You understand?

You just got to cut Kyle loose.

You're not hearing me, Mike. I don't trust you anymore.

It's Frank Moses.

The man has never been prosecuted.

He's never been arrested.

I can give him to you.

It's a colder climate for you here at the Bay,

huh, Officer Breen?

-What the fuck you say? -I say, colder climate for you

-here at the Bay, Officer. -Quiet, inmate.

I mean, no available cunny

up in this bitch. I know

this one's not spreading her legs

-for you. -Easy detour

to the infirmary, motherfucker.

Oh, so tense.

Been a long time since you had a release, huh?

You missing out on all that

wanton action from the women's pen?

All right, that's enough.

Oh... Is this fucking news,

Breen, huh? You forget to tell

your lady friend here about all your hobbies?

Better when they can't say fucking no, ain't it?

-All right. -You were

the big, bad wolf, Breen,

and all the bitches

-be afraid. -Shut your lying

-fucking mouth! -H... Hey!

Piece of shit.

They'll say anything.

Fuck you doing, C.O.?

You ain't gonna find shit unless you ask, son.

Hi. I'm sorry, ma'am, I just...

Don't "ma'am" me.

I ain't five years your senior, if that.

Hey, what the fuck you snooping for?

Sorry, not snooping, I-I just...

Just cutting into my break is what you doing?

Motor pool's low on gas.

Torres asked when the next delivery is.

Fool's just got to pick up the damn phone.

No, but why call

when you can just send a rookie? Think my LT's just

trying to figure how much shit I'll take, you know?

Tomorrow, 1300.

Thank you, ma'am.

The fuck did I say?

Thompson, didn't I not just send you home 30 minutes ago?

What, are you off or you milking the clock?

Y'all got to be out the damn door

or on your shift, no in between. Show me some

damn hustle, gentlemen. Also, anyone

on F block, I want walk-throughs every hour.

We have reports of a burner.

We've got external contractors doing repairs

in the boiler corridor. If you're

on escort duty... Hey,

Jackson, what the hell?

Sorry, sir, it just... just kind of snuck up on me.

Clean that shit up.

And get the fuck out of here before you

plague the whole prison.

Goddamn.

Hey.

-Make sure to kill the cameras. -Copy.

Mayor of Kingstown.

Yeah. King of Detroit.

King of a whole hell of a lot more than that, Mike.

Which is why this...

where I find myself...

this does not fucking happen.

Yeah. Shit went sideways, didn't it?

Ooh, that's a fact

and an understatement.

"Enter through the front, exit out the back."

-Those were your words. -Well, that was the plan.

Was it? 'Cause they were waiting to ambush me,

right where you told me to go.

The cartel has eyes out. It's that simple.

I mean, better to happen in here

-than on the street. -Oh.

You revisionist motherfucker.

Colombians tried to take out Bunny.

And now you. The math's not that complicated, is it?

Bunny may never see another sunrise, Frank.

So it's up to you to push back.

And how do I go about doing that?

They burned one of your shipments.

You burn one of theirs.

Bait them across the line,

then we kill them all.

Hey, I'm coming in, fucker.

Don't shoot.

So where you at?

Oh, let me guess.

You're watching the Dog fucking Whisperer?

-Yeah. It's what's on. -You don't even

have a fucking dog, Robbie. Jesus Christ.

Unless it moved out, too.

That's not very fucking funny, Ian.

I'm just fucking with you, Robbie. Fuck.

You got to laugh or you're gonna cry.

-I saw Patty and Reed today. -Good. Robbie,

your suspension's gonna lift. You're gonna go back to work.

Everything's gonna go back to normal, right?

They upheld my fucking suspension, Ian.

Don't know for how long. Tired of waiting.

Apparently won't let me back in 'cause Evelyn's got a gun

to KPD's head. I can't apply anywhere else

with this bullshit hanging over me.

She's coming after me for doing my job

that I risked my life for every day

-and that I fucking loved doing. -Yeah.

Look. It's gonna work itself out.

It just is.

Oh, yeah, when? Fucking how?

I mean, I might as well

be the one in fucking prison, right?

Robbie, fuck that noise.

You're not a goddamn victim here.

Mike chose the side of fucking evil, Ian.

Wasn't for him and Kyle, I wouldn't be in this situation.

I would be on the job

or I would be here with my wife and my son.

Instead, I got fucked, and an ex-con

who is connected to every fucking gang in town,

everybody that drops...

-No. -he walks around

-with fucking impunity. -What the fuck

you want me to say, huh? Life's un-fucking-fair.

Now, you got dealt a bad hand. We know that.

Fucking toss that shit, shuffle and you deal again.

-You know that. -Fuck you, man.

I can't even get in the goddamn game.

-Come on. Come on. -Because of Mike.

He's doing this, Ian.

-He's fucking doing this. -It's not a fucking

conspiracy. Nobody's aligned against you, Robert. Fuck.

Mitch would never let this shit happen.

Never. He was a cop,

and he would never fuck over another cop.

Yeah.

And when he got popped, what did I do?

-You made it right. -What'd I...

-You made it right. -Yes, exactly.

I made it right.

I fucking helped my brother. I killed for Mike McLusky.

And now I'm the fucking forsaken.

This is gonna pass.

You got to fucking trust me.

It is going to pass.

Yeah, it will. If I make it pass.

Like, you and me... we took action

and we made that shit pass.

And if Mike passes,

then so do all the fucking problems in this town.

Hey. What do you got?

Shipment arrives tomorrow, 1:00.

That's good.

-And my brother? -He's safe in Ad Seg.

Was Gen Pop a clerical error or something more?

I'm handling it.

Was it Hobbs?

Look, no one's gonna know it's you, okay?

Hobbs knows I gave the nod for the grenade attack.

Bunny finds that out, I'm... I'm dead.

I gave you the dope shipment. Hobbs finds that out...

Look, Hobbs doesn't know shit, okay? Neither does Bunny.

And if any of this... if any of it...

lands on their radar...

I'll handle it, all right? I got you.

My brother's the most important thing here, okay?

I hear you, Mike.

I hear the words you're saying.

Yeah, and?

They just words.

Look after him, I look after you.

That's how this works.

There he is!

-Welcome back. -Oh!

-Welcome back, Merle. -Hey.

We got you a ride. You're good.

It's good to be back, brother.

People think they know.

They hear things, and then they...

cement them in their minds, and then they...

know.

No one's saying anything. I don't know shit.

But it's happening.

I see it...

...happening.

Sometimes...

Sometimes it's just too much.

Yeah.

My mother used to say,

"You can't control stupid," you know?

What people...

think and what they say.

The things they do.

Clyde needs me back.

He's got a...

a doctor thing.

Fucking loser.

Fucking loser.

Let's go. Line 'em up. Blue line, red line.

Jessie, you good? You calling it a day?

-What? -Yeah, my ankles hurt.

Don't worry about it. What do I always say?

"Fuck it."

No, no, the other thing.

-"I'll do it tomorrow"? -Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You're a good kid. Call your mom.

It's all good. Mikey, hang on.

-Hey. -All right,

red line drills! Let's go!

How goes it?

Fuck, it's the pursuit of excellence,

-Mikey. -Yeah.

All right, what do we got on the shooter?

Fucking Homeland Security fucked this up.

They had him, had his prints, let him go.

This fucker didn't come back for the goddamn interview.

Yeah. Well, cartel B-squad, isn't it?

Are we happy Moses is alive,

-or what the fuck? -Yes.

Yes, we're very happy he's alive,

at least for now.

If we play this right, we hand Moses to Evelyn.

He goes in, Kyle comes out.

Kyle's got to be fucking relieved, no?

He doesn't know. He won't talk to me.

It's all better, anyway.

-Fuck. -Don't get his hopes up.

Well, look, I'm gonna

set this motherfucker up, okay?

And you're gonna knock him down.

-Do you see it? -Yeah.

-'Cause I do. -We got... Yeah, yeah, yeah.

-We got this. Mikey, we got... -Okay. Good.

Listen to me. Fucking, we got

a goddamn problem with fucking Robert,

all right? We covered our fucking asses here,

and the KPD's not gonna reinstate him.

And he says if KPD doesn't reinstate him,

Patty's not gonna come back...

Well, she didn't leave him

-'cause of job security. -He's losing it.

He's fucking losing it. He's getting worse, not better.

He's an unstable fuck right now.

Okay. Look, we're almost

-in the clear here. -He knows,

but he is not listening

to reason, Mike. He is fucking saying

crazy fucking shit.

-It's unpredictable. -About Evelyn?

You.

-It's all about you. -Aw, fucking...

All fucking... No, all his problems

start and end with Mike fucking McLusky.

-Well, get in line. -It's ugly.

Brother, it is fucking ugly. I don't know what

he's gonna do, Mikey, but it's not good.

He could make a move fucking tomorrow.

Every man's got their fucking breaking point, Mike,

and he has fucking crossed it.

Do you hear what I'm saying to you?

We can't look after him anymore.

All right. Let's go.

Hey, in the front. I said the heaviest crates

go in the front, toward the cab. Come on.

I remember all we had was a stick and a prayer.

Benton Street days.

City still found a way to take even that,

didn't they?

I remember when my pops got home.

He sat at the kitchen table,

the notice in his hands.

"Eminent domain."

They said it like they was doing us a favor.

That broke my pops.

Broke our neighborhood.

Gone, like it wasn't even there.

Just words on a piece of paper.

Words didn't take Black Bottom.

People did.

-Men with plans. -Hmm.

Men who knew we couldn't fight back

hard enough to make it cost them.

Let's fucking move.

Don't got all day.

Come on.

You trust him?

We own his ass, LJ.

It's better than trust.

We're gonna make them feel the cost, Frank.

We gonna teach those motherfuckers a lesson.

No, we ain't teaching shit.

This here is about leaving scars.

Hey. Uh, is your mom home?

Yeah.

You know, Big Brothers... they got equipment.

-Yeah, yeah, I know. -And the Y, too.

Yeah. Yeah, they do.

Maybe you want to use one for the ice

and cut one down for the road hockey, if you want.

Nah, I don't want your sticks.

Babe, you're letting the heat out.

He comes bearing gifts, Mom.

Hey.

Look, my friend's a coach,

so I just thought I'd, you know...

Oh, you didn't...

Why don't you,

uh, take the trash out?

Come in. It's cold.

-Thanks. -Here.

Sorry.

Uh, this is Lucinda.

Yes, hi.

I'm not from the county.

And, um,

this is... No. Honey, no.

You can't start from the top, right?

That's when we get the tangles all the way down.

You can have the last slice if you want it.

Uh, it's okay.

I'm, uh...

I just wanted to drop off the sticks.

Yeah.

All right, time to brush teeth.

-Let me finish this chapter. -No.

In bed, now.

-Yeah, now. -Uh-uh.

I'll walk you out.

You want one?

No, thank you.

-Helped me quit. -Mm.

Maybe one day, but...

not today.

Academy doesn't really prepare you for reality, does it?

No shit.

No fucking primers.

So, what's with the sticks?

A reason to see you, I guess.

You lonely?

It's Kingstown.

Well...

...the kids can't be bought. Definitely not Lucas.

-Apparently. -Not Lucinda. Maybe Molly.

What about Mama?

She's very expensive.

Yeah.

Should I have brought another stick?

I wish I could tell you it gets easier, this job,

that you can get used to it.

There's just no guarantees, are there?

I've dealt with workplace bullshit before.

Like, personalities and whatever,

but this?

This is another level.

Yeah.

All right.

Your turn.

What is it?

I'm working on getting Kyle out.

I'll tell him.

-Thank you. -Yeah.

It's through the courts.

So he doesn't have to do anything.

I'll make sure he knows that.

Call ahead next time.

I'll dial down the chaos.

Oh...

Please don't do that.

But, yeah, I'll call ahead.

Okay.

-Sorry. -Mm.

Don't be sorry.

Move!

Let's go.

Fifteen minutes.

Thank you.

Mike wanted me to tell you

he's gonna do right by you.

He's making legal moves to get you out.

Piece of free advice:

stay clear of my brother.

-He's trying. -Mike's "trying"

gets people killed.

This is a call from

an inmate at Anchor Bay Prison.

If you accept this call, you are

agreeing to the monitoring and recording of your conversation.

-Trace? -Hey.

Hey, honey. How are you?

How you doing?

How's our baby? How's Mitch?

He's good. I'm good.

How's everything with your sister?

Her place is nice. Lots of room.

She seems happy to have company, I think.

Good. That's good.

It's not home.

I know. I'm sorry, honey.

I'm not taking jabs.

Well, uh...

look, I-I've got some good news.

Mike's got a plan that

might get me out earlier than we thought.

Maybe focus on each day.

Uh, false hope, you know?

Fucks you up.

I just got to wait it out, you know?

We just got to wait it out.

Trace?

-Ba... Baby? -And I... I know

that you're getting sick of hearing this, babe,

but we just got to hang on.

-Okay? -I ca-I can't hear you.

Just... little bit long... okay?

Can you promise me that you can hang on?

-I pro-I promise. -Trace?

Tracy, I fucking love you so much.

Trace.

Uh, the tanker was torched. That's been confirmed.

No idea if they burned the product, though.

Or if it's out on the street in other hands.

-What are the cops saying? -Uh, botched fuel heist.

No one's looking past the blood on the asphalt, though,

so that keeps us out of their lens.

Yeah, the cops' lens.

-Oh... -Nina,

it's one shipment. You've never lost a shipment.

No, no, I have not. And that's the fucking point.

That's the problem. And I didn't lose this one.

This was not me.

They knew how and when it was coming, so we need to know

where to point the finger before the day is out.

I-I will find it. I promise you.

Nina.

Go home.

I've got this.

You cannot be blowing up my phone every five minutes, Mike.

After the news, figured a meetup was overdue.

No idea what you're talking about.

Oh, come on. Cut the bullshit, now.

You're valuable to me. I want to protect that.

So whatever went down, you don't

have to be the one to go down with it.

Yeah, Mike, still don't know what you're talking about.

Look, you want to play games, Nina,

go ahead, play some fucking games.

But you lost a shipment, okay? And someone's got to own that.

Someone not you.

You got loyalty, but don't let it cloud your judgement.

Every choice you make, every line you cross,

erases behind you, let the fallout spread beyond.

Don't pretend otherwise.

I don't pretend, Mike.

There's always repercussions,

fucking chain reactions.

And you think, what... you think maybe I don't know that?

You think I don't lose sleep every night

because of this shit?

Well...

just check your loyalty at the door.

Your people don't give a flying fuck

who falls for this,

just as long as someone falls.

It can't be you.

You're not replaceable.

If it happens again...

It won't.

I do not like losing, Mike.

You haven't lost yet.

-Damage control ain't winning. -No.

But it means, after a sleepless night,

you can still see the sun.

That's something.

The violence has drawn international concern

with human rights groups urging

the Indian government to ensure...

Daytime highs are expected to stay in the mid-40s, with

a slight chance of afternoon...

It wasn't me.

It wasn't me!

It wasn't me.

-Oh, no. -You hid her

because you are a good mother.

But there are no true hiding places.

You know that.

A mistake was made...

...by who?

It was T-Torres. Torres wasn't careful.

Who saw it?

-S... What? -I will visit David.

He was careless.

Who witnessed his carelessness?

That is who you must visit.

You are a good mother.

Looks like a struggle out there.

For the cause.

Stay sharp, brother.

So long, you red-bearded bastard.

You did good.

That time we raided that cookhouse off Kilburn

and that fucking guy bolts into the alley

and then runs right into the fucking tow truck.

I fucking remember it like yesterday.

Fucking pancaked that fucker, you know?

They run from us, and the fucking world

takes care of the rest, right?

Yes, that is the fucking thing, man.

The world takes care of the rest.

-Yes. -You don't even have to lift

a goddamn finger, Robbie.

-You don't. -Yeah.

You just sit back, you watch this shit.

It's a goddamn cosmic joke.

Yeah.

You ever think about how many we put in the ground?

Nobody gives a shit.

Till they come knocking at your fucking door.

Yeah.

-What was I talking about? -Fucking up my buzz.

-You're a buzz fucker. -Yeah.

Well... Then you just hope it's somebody you can handle.

Well...

Come on. Fucking, let's drink up here. Come on.

No, no, no, no. But don't fucking worry about it.

It's just some fucking bastard out there,

thinks he can do what he wants.

Fucking move in and ruin everything.

Those fucking people...

they're the ones who think they're untouchable,

they... they don't see the fucking train coming.

You know what we're gonna do?

We're gonna keep this fucking train

-on the goddamn rails. Come on. -Yeah.

But then, that's the beauty.

You just keep clean enough,

and you let the world do the dirty work.

Here's to the fucking world.

And then nothing's your fault.

Till, one day, it is.

Yeah.

I watched my boy at the park today.

He's...

climbing around and playing and shit.

He's afraid of fucking nothing.

Everything I've done's for him.

All right, come on. Let's drink up. Come on.

Yeah.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Yeah.

What's up?

I'll be there in ten minutes.

All right, here we go. Here we go.

Come on, man. I got you.

I got you. Okay, okay.

Here we go.

Here, we just...

Here, we just sit down here for a sec.

Come on.

Right here for a sec.

Heavy footfalls there, Mike.

Yeah, yeah. Weight of the world.

-You okay? -Mm-hmm.

-Yeah, good. -Is that the mayor

-come pay a visit? -There he is.

Man, get your ass in here, Mike.

Yeah. Look who it is.

Well, well.

Told you, I'm a formidable monster.

-Yeah. -Yeah, you are.

Look at you in your pj's.

They got the colors right, didn't they?

Yeah, they did.

Aw, shit.

So where we at, Mike?

Yeah, we're good.

We warring now?

What's Frank got going on, man? I got a...

I got a thirst for retribution.

You're gonna have it, okay?

We just need to redirect, is all.

Frank is the one that hit you.

You understand?

He is not a partner. He's an assassin.

How the fuck you know that?

It's Lamar.

Frank got his hooks into him pretty deep.

Got him on payroll. He planted him with you.

Man, Cole fucking vouched.

Yeah, he didn't know. I'm sorry.

So let's take a blowtorch to this motherfucker

-and see what's what. -Frank does not know

that we know, Bunny.

So we're gonna do business as usual.

We're gonna keep this motherfucker close.

We're going play him and take him down legally.

Legal... Wha... the f...

Why the fuck would I do that, Mike? We some...

we some law-abiders now or what?

This gets my brother out, Bunny.

That's why.

So we're gonna set Moses up

and do what no one else has been able to do.

We're gonna put this fucker in prison.

Yeah, then he's mine.

Then he's all yours.