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Take my hand, you survive.

Don't? You're not gonna make it.

Bunny may never see another sunrise, Frank,

so it's up to you to push back.

They burned one of your shipments.

You burn one of theirs.

There's always repercussions.

A mistake was made by who?

Torres wasn't careful.

We got you a ride.

Frank is the one that hit you.

He is not a partner.

He's an assassin.

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

Why the fuck would I do that, Mike?

This gets my brother out.

We're gonna put this fucker in prison, then he's all yours.

If Mike passes, then so do

all the fucking problems in this town.

Every man's got their fucking breaking point,

Mike, and he has fucking crossed it.

We can't look after him anymore.

Ow.

Yeah.

No... No,

no, no, no, we're not there yet. We-we search first.

The fucking utility closets, boilers, freezers,

fucking tunnels, we search stem to stern

before we go nuclear. Copy?

Aw, fuck.

Man, you got a fucking

angel on your shoulder.

Tell me about it.

Knock knock.

Hey.

Hey.

Morning.

Not sure if they're gonna let you eat, but...

- here you go. - Oh, you hit the Q?

- Yeah, you know. - My gut's the only thing

these motherfuckers missed, so, yeah.

Thank you, Mike.

Yeah.

It's the simple fucking things.

Close calls make you savor

all things, D.

I savor some payback's what I savor.

Mm-hmm.

KPD's on it.

They'll get the intel, we'll get the targets.

They won't suffer the Lord's wrath.

No, they're gonna suffer mine.

'Cause those close to me,

those I care for,

when made to hurt...

man, I go biblical.

Amen to that.

Mike, you point the way.

I got an army ready to follow.

Give those motherfuckers a dose of Detroit.

- Consider it done, D. - Mm-hmm.

Put it out of mind.

- Put it out of mind? - Mm-hmm.

No, fuck that, Frank.

This ain't search and destroy.

This is capture and let me fucking kill.

You bring 'em before me. I don't care if I got

to wheel my ass out of this bitch, I'm finna go

un-goddamn-godly on these motherfuckers, you feel me?

Oh, I feel you.

Gentlemen, too many of you.

You stay on the mend, youngblood.

All right, OG. See you out there.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, he may be full of piss and vinegar,

but he ain't out of the woods. We have to handle this.

You're preaching to the converted, Mike.

We are ready for war.

Yeah.

Well, one of the Colombian hitters

was already taken out at Anchor Bay.

How you know that?

Well, it's my job.

- KPD's gonna find the rest. - I hope so.

I've seen too many young men

like Deverin get cut down and PDs

not give a shit.

And, Mike, this is your town,

it's D's town, but you got to own it.

And I'll help see that done.

Yeah. Where's that leave you, Frank?

Leaves me free.

I'm not looking to stick around here.

There's something about this place.

It's got a haunted nature.

Hey.

How about that? These motherfuckers.

That was a lesson in fucking restraint, Mike.

- Don't got to tell me about it. - Denzel?

He ain't got shit on me.

Look, you just keep working on that restraint.

Let me work Lamar and Moses both, okay?

- Mm. - Trust me?

Yeah, Moses asked me

- the same goddamn thing. - Fuck him.

Mm.

I'm learning a hard lesson right now, Mike.

Ambition come with risk.

That's true.

And you ain't ambitious.

That is also very true.

It's why I trust you.

Mistakes happen, Bunny.

You're alive, thank God,

- to rectify it. - Yeah, barely.

Doc just said I was dead on that table, cut open.

Mm.

Sixty-seven seconds, he said.

Fuck.

Did you see a light or anything?

Nah, I didn't see shit, dawg...

just nothing.

No tunnel, no light at the end of that bitch,

no-no pearly gates,

no St. Peter. It's just f...

fucking... nothing.

And all the motherfuckers I lost,

I didn't see a single loved one.

Maybe I wasn't dead long enough to see family.

You were dead longer than you needed to be.

You hear me?

And you came back 'cause you're supposed to be here.

Yeah.

Embrace them angels, right?

Smite those fucking demons.

Send them back into the fucking darkness.

You'll get your reckoning.

Shit.

Fuck.

Just got

my goddamn breakfast. Jesus Christ.

Go. Go.

Fuck.

Fucking alarm's ringing in my head.

It's like being in a trench in World War I,

fucking mustard gas and shit.

I don't think so.

Boo.

Holy shit.

Holy fucking shit.

Merle.

What the fuck, man?

Surprise.

Oh, you know I got goddamn blown up a few weeks back.

Fuck, my bad. I hurt you?

Sorry. Well, fucking come in, man,

and fucking take a load off.

Nice digs.

What can I do for you?

Anything you need... money, product.

Product. That's what I'm talking.

♪ I hit the ground running, take everything I need ♪

♪ And you can watch me go and you can watch me go ♪

♪ I'm a red meat eater, liar and a cheater ♪

♪ And I shook the hand of God, I met him at my dealer ♪

Whoo!

Do you have a problem with how I run things?

What you talking about?

What-what kind of problem could I have?

Guy like me is just grateful, you know,

24-7, 365.

Not what I hear.

What'd you hear?

You hurt me, Todd.

Not a physical hurt, mind you,

though emotional pain can mimic that, sure.

Merle...

Now's when you shut the fuck up.

Now, what we do here requires loyalty

and it requires continuity, a continuity

- of loyalty. - I'm loyal, Merle,

to the fucking marrow of my being.

Marrow of your being, oh.

That's good.

You used to listen, Shaver, read the books I told you

to read, write out the lessons like a good pupil.

You listened once upon a time.

That fucking siren.

Well, shit, we ain't got all day.

KPD's sure to pay a visit.

Hope they do.

Merle. Merle!

Merle, come on...

Whatever you heard, it ain't true!

Merle, come on, man! Give me another chance!

Merle, I... Merle!

Don't fucking do it!

Merle, Merle! Don't...

Whoo!

Kill the fucking siren, please.

Fine-tooth comb, everybody. Keep scouring just in case.

The inmates need

to know that we will maintain lockdown

until somebody gives something up.

This did not happen in a vacuum.

That's all.

- Who is it? - It's Mike McLusky,

Lamar, open the fucking door.

Come on, don't got all fucking day.

Mike, what the fuck?

Yeah, "what the fuck?" is right.

So, Lamar...

what did they offer you?

What did they offer me for what, Mike?

What, this fucking Xbox, is that it?

What? Nobody offered me shit.

Motherfucker, Cole set you up with Bunny, right?

You've been living in Detroit these last two years.

- I was born in Detroit, Mike. - Six months ago,

you get busted dealing on one of Frank's corners,

you dumb fuck.

Anything to say?

No? Okay, how about now?

- How about now? - Whoa. Whoa-whoa-whoa.

Mike, Mike, Mike, fuck, come on, man.

I mean, yeah, okay? I...

I was busted in Detroit, all right?

Not no light shit we talking about either, you feel me?

Fucking gray hair type of shit.

And Moses made that go away.

Yeah.

You dumb fuck.

You're in a world of trouble, Lamar.

Bunny finds out what you did...

you're a dead man.

Frank finds out that I made you,

you're a fucking dead man.

Either way, you're gonna face the fucking blowtorch,

and they're both taking bets on how long

- they can keep you alive. - This is fucked-up.

This is so fucked-up. Okay, okay, uh,

maybe-maybe I can run.

All right? Let me run, Mike.

- L-Let me leave Kingstown. - KPD's onto you,

- that's not an option. - Moses gave me some cash.

I can give it to you. I don't want it.

I don't give a shit about it.

There's a way out of this.

A way you can make it up to Bunny.

But you got to do exactly as I fucking tell you.

You don't, you question me,

you'll wish you chose that blowtorch.

You'll be begging to fucking die.

Hey, who climbed over the wall?

You are the first to hear, Mike.

It was an Aryan firebug,

uh, Pete McDonough, and, uh, Merle Callahan.

Fuck. When?

I don't know. Wasn't discovered till count this morning.

- What about lights out? - You know, some C.O.

had his head up his ass

or turned a blind eye. They've got ten hours on us.

Could be in Canada by now.

Uh, that reasons, Nina,

but Callahan is not fucking reasonable.

We are on lockdown,

BOLOs been issued,

staties and Feds are on alert.

None of that helps us.

Well, you know, tell me if you need something.

I'm gonna need you to lower the drawbridge.

Line up all the Aryans in one place.

That's how you can help.

All's quiet here, Mike, you coming in?

Bec, I need you to get out now, okay?

Why? What happened?

The escapee.

I'm the target.

I need you to lock up, get the fuck out now.

All right?

Yeah.

It's Callahan, some AB fucking pyro.

Wha... what?

Yeah, look, I'm going to Shaver's.

No, fuck,

Mikey, don't go to Shaver's.

Callahan is not Shaver's friend. What are you doing?

Look, if he's skipping town,

- he's gonna need a bank. - No, Mike,

he's not fucking skipping town, all right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Fucker hung up on me. Let's go.

Jesus Christ.

Fuck.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

Hey.

Time to cut loose.

I'll see you on the other side.

Damn, I feel like fucking driving.

Whoo!

- This is some fucking overkill. - I got one for you.

A fucking psycho and a pyromaniac walk

into a fucking cookhouse.

Money, meth's gone.

Traveling money.

Mikey, I hate to argue with your fucking logic here,

but how many times does this guy

got to threaten your fucking life?

He's across the border, Ian.

- What, in fucking Canada? - Yeah.

You think that Callahan's got a cabin by a fucking lake

- in Canada? - Sounds nice.

Well, I'm sure it is nice. I would like it.

But Callahan wouldn't. This fucker wants

one thing only. He's fueled by violence,

and he's fucking coming for you.

Okay, well, let's find out.

- Okay? - Mike.

- Come on, let's go. - Oh, fuck me.

- Let's fucking find out. - Fuck me.

Jesus Christ.

Where's your shadow?

David called in sick today.

Oh.

That happen often?

No.

I isolated the Aryans.

What else do you need?

Just want to make sure that we're okay moving forward.

That your people are satisfied, that you're satisfied.

You're a son of a bitch, you know that?

I'm not your enemy, Nina.

I'm your future.

You know what I learned about the future?

It doesn't fucking exist.

Let's just get through today, how about that?

All right.

Where are the Aryans?

They're on the range.

Hey.

You did the right thing.

This is where it happened, man.

Where they murdered Kareem Moore.

- Long time, Marc. - Fuck you want, Mike?

You come here to thank me?

Not today. Where's Callahan?

Take these cuffs off, Mike, I'll tell you.

You know I can't do that.

Looks like you can do whatever the fuck you want.

Besides, I saved your fucking

- brother's life... - Shut the fuck up.

Look, Callahan did not bust out without a plan,

so what was it? Where is he?

You want these cuffs off, don't you, boy?

You eyeballing me?

You want to take a run at the Lord's chosen.

Take his cuffs off. Take his cuffs off.

Yeah, let's take 'em off.

- Oh... - Let's fucking do it.

Let's do it.

Fucking mouthpiece.

Yeah.

I'll make it quick, Mike.

Christ.

You got something you want to say to me, huh?

Yeah.

Fuck him up, Stevie. Come on.

All right, come on.

All right, come on, let's go.

Let's go, you white trash cracker fuck.

- Yeah. - Come on.

Very fucking interesting.

Fuck.

You fucking Black bastard.

Yeah, this Black bastard's whupping your ass.

Not so easy, huh?

One-on-one, you can't swarm a man.

All right.

Stevie, you're gonna fucking kill him!

You're gonna kill this fucking cunt.

Hold on. You're gonna kill him.

- Fuck off. - Motherfucker ain't

gonna piss right for a month, man, I'm fucking great.

'Cause you're great. You are great.

Okay, you, you need to listen to me carefully.

I'm gonna put you

in the hole, okay?

And I recommend that you stretch, 'cause they're going

to run a train on you and make you the jizz wagon

for your cellblock. How's that sound?

Does that make shit more interesting?

Yeah, didn't think so.

So why don't you be a good boy, use your words,

give me some answers?

Where is he? That's your fucking question?

- Yeah. - Where do you think, Mike?

Wherever you are, you fuck.

Wherever you are,

you fucking Judas piece of shit.

Don't forget to stretch.

Don't sleep, Mike.

- Don't you fucking blink. - Okay.

- He's coming, Mike! - All right.

Anything else you want to do? Last chance.

Nah, I'm good.

I'm good.

- Okay. - Mike,

he's fucking here. That's exactly what I fucking told you.

We need eyes on you, 24-fucking-7.

I don't think that's gonna make much of a difference.

- See you later, Marc. - Mike.

- Come on. - What do you want to do?

Just let him come, huh? Let him fucking come.

Saves me the trouble.

Stephens.

Warden.

You headed to Ad Seg?

Yeah.

I'll-I'll walk with you.

Did you observe anything about the escaped prisoner

that might help locate him?

No, I can't think of anything.

When he was in Ad Seg, you observed him.

Yeah.

He was housed next to Inmate 081693,

and I know at one point you expressed concern

to the deputy warden.

Can you tell me about that?

Well, that inmate was missing. There was no transfer order.

And you were concerned?

He was a high-risk inmate,

former police officer.

Yeah, I understand.

So you were concerned for his well-being.

He wasn't in the infirmary

or the exercise cell, so I was following protocol.

Look, Stephens, there's no need to get defensive.

I'm on your side.

I know you are a single mom,

so if there's any unsolicited requests

or any unwanted attention, you come to me right away.

Thank you, Warden.

You know, men smell weakness,

they take advantage.

The manipulation is so subtle and slow-moving,

you barely even recognize it's happening.

I'm familiar.

Okay, you don't have a corrections background, do you?

No, I don't.

Okay, whatever you think you know,

it's different here.

If you step out of your prescribed role,

ever, you are in for a world of hurt.

I'm here if you need me.

Different city, same war.

Colombians were bolder than we thought,

I'll give 'em that.

There can only be one MacArthur with this shit,

and that's got to be me.

I knew we had a bottle.

Thank you.

Hey.

What do you want to listen to, LJ?

Um... give me some Freddie Hubbard.

Have some Freddie with some

fucking "Dolphin Dance," huh?

Where'd we see him?

There was fucking snow everywhere,

it was a cold night.

Mm...

Rochester.

Had to be at least 40 years ago.

Shit. We were always ready for Freddie.

Got to be ready for anything.

Oh, that's better than a kick in the head, huh?

All these years, we're still fucking here,

holding things down

while everybody else is in the dirt.

Even Freddie.

I think we need easier times, Frank.

You got something to say?

No, no. It's...

There's got to be a finish line.

There's got to be a way out.

Frank!

Motherfuckers.

Amateurs.

Hey.

It happened. It is done.

Okay. Well, that's good.

Lamar, this is almost over,

okay? So lay low and meet me at the Outreach,

about ten o'clock. Hear me?

I'll walk you through it.

Come on.

Really?

Fuckers.

Hey.

- Hey. - Can you get a crime scene tech

over to my office?

ABs fucking trashed it.

Mikey, I don't think we're gonna need it here.

We got a witness spotted

the fucking firebug. We're on our way now.

What do you mean?

It's your house, Mike.

It's... it's Mariam's. This fucker's blasted

out of his mind. Mikey, I'm fucking sorry.

What?

The cocksucker set your house on fire, Mike.

You're kidding me.

Christ.

Mike,

this fucking piece of shit just ran back

into a fucking burning house.

Think it's the guy Callahan escaped with.

No, Mike. Mike!

- Let him burn! Let him burn! - Where the fuck is he going?

Mike! Let him burn.

Whoo! Whoa.

Mike.

Mike!

Whoo!

Shit.

Mikey!

Give me a minute.

Give me a minute.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

Get back. Give him a fucking minute.

Yeah, one minute, one minute. Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, you're all right. Hey,

you're all right. You're all right.

- Where is he? Where is he? - McLusky.

Look at me, look at me. Where is he? Hey, where is he?

He wanted me to burn your house down, Mike.

- Where's fucking Callahan? - He ain't here, bitch.

- Where the fuck is he? - You got played.

He-he gonna reckon with you, Mike,

but he gonna make you hurt first.

He gonna make you hurt.

Gonna make you hurt.

Call from Tracy McLusky.

Hey.

Kyle...

What is it, Trace, what's wrong?

Told you I walk through walls.

Everything you love, Kyle,

in my hands.

What...

Let her go, Merle.

Let her go. You don't want her, you want me.

I'll-I'll go back into Gen Pop. You want me there?

That's where I'll fucking go.

Aw, too late,

brother, too late.

Look, just tell me what you want.

This.

Exactly this is what I want.

I will kill you, Merle.

I will fucking kill you!

Kill you!

No! No! Officer! Officer!

Officer, please!

- There's a fucking... - What happened?

Merle Callahan is with my wife.

You need to call the Belleville, Ohio,

PD. You tell them to send units

to 235 Washington Avenue, okay?

- 235.235 Washington Avenue. - Fucking hurry!

Tell them there's a murder in process!

There's a murder in fucking process! No!

You don't have to do this.

I mean, I know you don't want to do this.

You're wrong, dear.

You're wrong. I have no choice

but to do this.

"Want" ain't really part of the equation.

Good boy, good boy.

But you wanted Kyle to know you're here.

You wanted that. That make it worthwhile?

Well, makes the punishment more impactful, for sure.

It's not personal, Tracy, hard as that is

to understand. It's punishment.

For Kyle, yes, but, you and Kyle, you're incidental.

You know who I'm punishing, and you know he deserves it.

Then just kill him. Go back to Kingstown

and fucking kill Mike.

Kill the one deserves it, spare the ones who don't.

I am sorry.

At least spare Mitch. Spare my son, please.

Mitch?

You named your son after the dead brother.

He does not deserve this.

My son does not deserve this.

Eh, it's all fruit off the same fucking poison tree,

far as I'm concerned.

Truth is, I don't know what you deserve, Tracy.

The only consolation I can offer is

who gets what they deserve?

Not my baby.

- Show me one, just one. - Never the right people,

never the right people, never.

Make yourself comfortable.

Close your eyes, if you want.

This is how the story ends.

This is it. This is...

Breathe.

Please don't, please don't hurt my son.

Please don't hurt my baby. Please.

Shh.

Mikey, there's nothing you could've done.

And no fucking way you could've known, you know that, right?

- Kyle refused sedation. - I know.

- Yeah, I know. - Tried to fucking

- hurt himself. - We got eyes on him

24-7. I...

I mean, he's gonna survive this.

All we do is survive it.

He knows that baby needs him.

Yeah, I don't know.

I don't know.

Mikey...