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I know the arrangement

that you and Bunny have.

It seems a bit generous.

It's a partnership.

I need a friendly face

with Kyle.

Yeah. Okay.

It's done, Mike. Baby bro gonna sleep good tonight.

Thanks, Bunny.

Never knew a con kill for a cop.

Shaver inside?

Stay on your corners, make your money.

The fuck are you, giving orders?

Fucking... In return, control your people.

Robert's facing countless fucking murder charges.

That fucker will not go down quietly.

Are you following her?

What are you doing?

All you got to do is be cool.

That's you returning Charlie to Anchor Bay.

I am going to press charges.

It is just a matter of time.

There's no fucking evidence.

You know what you need to do.

Torres was tangled up in some Spanish shit

with an inmate at chow.

We are prepared to handle our wards.

McLusky pulls no fucking strings

in my prison.

It is with deep sorrow

that we confirm

the tragic and senseless murder

of Officer D. Carney.

Doug was killed last night at his...

Officer Carney served this department

with integrity and professionalism.

Conkey!

Somebody took out Carney.

What... Inside?

At his house, last night.

How?

Two in the chest, one in the head.

- Fuck. - Yeah.

Fuck.

Anything taken?

No.

Canvass turn up anything?

No, Keno's working that.

It's not for you to worry, Kyle.

- Not for me to worry about? - No.

My sole fucking lifeline just got whacked, Mike.

So what am I supposed to do now, just whistle?

No. Look, I'm on it, okay?

I'm just here to tell you it's not connected to you.

That's all.

Yeah, Mike.

"Only time I'm safe is when I'm in my cell."

Right? But you pull me out to tell me this

and tell me it's not connected?

- The fuck? - Hey, we don't know

what the fuck this is yet, all right?

Ian's working that, and I got other ways

to get your back in here.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Don't worry.

Shit. Shit.

Fuckin'... You know what the worst part

about all this, Mike?

I got this fucking feeling, you know?

This... It's fucking bad, man.

It's...

Mike, I never felt this helpless, you know?

It's... And I'm fucking pissed, man.

It's just, like, I, you know, I can't t-touch anything,

- I can't fix anything. I'm just - Kyle.

- stuck in here, you know? - Come on.

I can't protect anything. It's like I'm losing

- my fucking mind. - Hey.

Hey. Ky-Kyle, get that out of your head.

Look at me.

Get it out of your fucking head. You don't think that way.

Hey.

You know why you're in here?

You're in here because you're protecting everyone, okay?

That is it, period.

Stay the course.

We'll get through this together.

- You hear me? - Yeah.

Yeah, I hear you, Mike.

I'm on it.

This is one thing they see

when them outside look in.

Construction. Gravel.

Infrastructure.

Something clean, something necessary.

Well, that's some poetry, Frank,

but I ain't here for no damn rocks.

But you know damn well it's about more than rocks, right?

Shit, well, show me them OG secret then, cuz.

Hey. It's shipping.

Shipping, the lifeblood of America.

Gravel to cattle, transformers and trash.

Canada off-loads their trash onto us.

And Michigan profits.

Thirty-six cents a ton just to sit there.

So the state makes money,

and nobody looks twice. And us--

we move what we need through the cracks.

That's a lot to gamble on fucking garbage.

When something's marked for disposal,

it stops existing.

You put drugs in a storage container,

they may scan it.

In a fuel tanker, they may inspect it.

But this? This is nothing.

Nobody tracks it, nobody scans it

and nobody ever asks

why something didn't make it to the landfill.

It ain't hard to disappear something that don't matter.

See, border agents--

they focus on bodies and radiation.

Anything that sets off their sensors.

But what we move does not register.

Not in their systems, not in their protocols.

So, in all of that noise,

our business blends right in.

Yeah.

- What the fuck, Mike? - Yeah.

- What happened? - It's got nothing

to do with you, okay? It's got--

It's got nothing to do with me?

No. 'Cause you're gonna forget everything.

You hear me?

We never talked, we never met.

Forget it all, all right? Just pivot.

I'm gonna see your brother every goddamn day.

And he's a prisoner like anybody else now, okay?

Do your eight, hit the gate. Collect your checks.

Go home, take care of your kids. That's it.

- That's it? - That's it.

What about Kyle?

I'm gonna figure it out.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Look, I'm sorry for, um...

...any upset.

Yo, it's me.

I need, like, two for the thing.

What up, big dog?

I respect a man with a process.

But I ain't finna be the next motherfucker

- get too comfortable. - Hey, yo.

I'm gonna need to see the whole pipeline

before I can trust it or its operator.

Reason why you'll live long enough

to make some real money, D.

'Cause dealers-- they get comfortable.

Bosses pay attention.

So now you got imports covered. But what about export?

You ride with me, D.

I'll give you a guided tour.

Yo, Bun.

I'll be right there.

- What the fuck? - Corner boys on Grape

took off this morning, left a vacancy.

Motherfucker. Give it here.

Yo, it's me.

Send out the scouts,

bring them youngins front and center.

A'ight, I'm-a take 'em to task, personal.

Make sure they know who the fuck they answering to.

You feel me?

Good.

- Handle it. - Yeah.

I mean, Jesus fucking Christ,

dangers on the job, as you know,

but outside of the walls?

At home? That's some awful shit.

You know, for his old man to witness that horror,

I just-- I couldn't even imagine.

I said he was in the house. I didn't say he witnessed shit.

Maybe it was on the news.

You know, easier business if there's a witness.

You drop out of cop school before corrections?

There's an overlap in the training.

Is there? No shit?

There's an overlap?

177. Right here.

Stevie.

Just want to make sure I'm at the, disposal

of Kingstown's finest.

We're good.

Don't do that.

Don't do that, deputy. It's evidence.

Okay.

Got to preserve the chain, Mr. Overlap.

- Of course, yeah. I'm sorry. - All right,

we're good. You can fuck off.

Okay, officer. I'm fucking off.

Thank you.

Hey. Is it just me

or was he fishing about Carney's dad?

It's not just you.

Let's go.

Jesus Christ, look at this fucking piglet.

Okay.

- Okay, ready? - Yeah.

Yeah. Here.

- Okay. - Fuckin'...

Stevie.

Fucking Jesus Chri--

Put it in your pocket. Fucking Carney.

Let's go.

Give me that.

Bag it up. Let's go. There we go.

- Man-- - Move, bruh.

Bro, it's so-- You're the reason why we're late.

- Come on. - Bro, it ain't--

- Man, no-- - Hey, y'all brought

y'all school--

Yo, check it out. Free lunch.

Open that shit up.

Man, fuck you. You do it.

You're a little bitch. Come on, open it.

- No. Go on, bro. - My--

- Fine, bro, come on. - Relax. Relax.

We're already late. Just hurry up.

Bro, come on.

We're late 'cause of your punk ass.

What the hel--

Canadian customs services

receives all the waybills

and paperwork before leaving the home terminal.

And--

What up?

Hey. You got any side deals over at Anchor?

Why you asking?

My guy Carney got clipped.

Shit.

That cracker was a'ight with me when I was in.

Never had deals with the dude, though.

Yeah, well, ask, Raph would you, please?

Carney was one of us, so...

He was keeping tabs on baby bro.

Yeah.

Look, I got a guard inside.

Fucking Jesus

Christ, Bunny, why didn't you just lead with that one?

Do it matter?

I got you, I got you, man. He cool, he cool, he good--

No, no, no, no. I need to meet him.

This is my brother we're talking about.

If there's a problem, I need a direct dial.

I don't need you in the middle of this shit.

Set it up. Thank you.

Prison game.

Worth the grief?

Company town, Frank.

Prison always been the fulcrum.

Well, not anymore, D.

You are rebrandin' and expandin'.

- Hey, Sarah. - Hey. Coffee?

Please. Thank you.

Hey, Mikey.

- Hey. - Hey.

All right, so what is it

you couldn't tell me on the phone?

Fucking found this fucking burner in Carney's boot.

The call history's full of disconnected numbers

- from other burners. - Thanks.

Okay, so what are we talking about?

Well, we found a couple of chunks of hash

in his other boot.

Come on, fucking bullshit. I don't buy it.

Mikey, buy it or don't.

Fucking, this is the shit that got him killed, I'm telling you.

Carney can't walk and chew fucking gum.

You think he can hide the fact that he's dirty from us?

We don't know what the fuck he was doing in there, we don't.

Private nurse for his dad. That shit's not cheap.

His dad was DOC for 30 years. It was covered.

All right.

All right, then what?

I don't know. You're the fucking detectives.

What's behind door number two?

Look, this fucking deputy warden.

What's his name?

- Who, Torres? - Torres.

This fuck was, fishing for information.

There's something off with this fuck.

Yeah, I think he just likes polishing the shield.

Fucking guy.

Or he planted it.

Somebody did it, 'cause Carney ain't doing this.

I mean, this fucker could have a sideline, for sure.

Or he's following orders.

He came part and parcel with Hobbs.

What are you saying, the warden is dirty, or what?

Look, I don't know. Um...

Anybody fucking with Carney is fucking with Kyle,

and that's fucking with me, okay?

- Yeah. - Whoever did it

thinks they put a bow on it,

and that KPD's just gonna wrap it up.

So...

So don't.

Okay.

Let's let 'em sweat. Buy some time.

All right. Yeah.

Just... Can you just wait,

like, 15 minutes and I'll-and I'll get it for you

when I get back upstairs

in the office? God. Jesus Christ.

All right.

Can you guys stay open a little bit longer?

I got to call you back.

Counselor.

Are you here for me?

Don't flatter yourself.

Yeah, well, it's a fucking coincidence, then.

My lawyer said I got a shot at getting off the bench

if I take my case to arbitration, so...

Yeah?

I'm taking my case to arbitration.

Fucking trigger finger itching?

Fuck off.

I'm a public servant who wants to do his job,

same as you.

Yeah, I don't spill blood to get mine done.

Yeah, that's the kind of bullshit

that you tell yourself to sleep at night?

Good for you.

Look, you can blame me all you want for your troubles--

You have no fucking idea what trouble is.

You have no fucking idea.

Are you threatening me?

No. Fuck. I'm stating a fact.

You live up there in your glass house,

and you hurl fucking stones at everybody,

and you don't expect that anybody's gonna throw 'em back.

Least you're free to walk around in public.

Kyle can't.

Kyle made his bed.

Yeah, so you could sleep sound in yours,

under your roof, with your family.

How's that working out for you, Robert?

Seek help.

Thank you.

Hey, tell me you got something on Carney.

Nothing good. Seen Bunny lately?

No. Why?

We found some of his guys.

Parts of his guys.

Down the fruit belt, Grape Street apartments.

Christ. Okay.

Fuck. I'm on my way.

- Here you go. - Thank you.

How's that coffee, Frank?

Hot.

Tasteless.

So, how you feel about this one?

Bright boy.

Usually, they start off that way.

We ain't long for this world, Frank.

You think he can shoulder what you bear?

I don't know, LJ. Wait and see.

Wait and see.

We still in the honeymoon.

- So? - He seem a'ight.

Met Ko Nay back in Budapest 20 years ago.

There is no better weapons broker.

Fucking Budapest.

Budapest, Berlin,

Vienna, Paris.

No fucking limits for you.

- Here's Mike. - Fuck.

- Hey. - Hey.

How many you got?

Dare I ask? How many?

Three, I think. I don't know.

Jigsaw. Cut 'em off at the joints.

Didn't leave the fucking heads or torsos.

Jesus Christ.

Be a goddamn treasure hunt,

like, body parts all over town.

Mikey, it's like fucking Juárez out here.

Yeah, well, this is more than the Colombians

making a move inside, isn't it?

Cartel's planting a fucking flag.

- What about that sicario kid? - Keno's

on the squat house. He's seen a couple of guys,

but that fucking mute cunt just fucking goes to the diner,

comes back, that's it.

Otherwise, he's a house cat, man.

- Got nothing to work off. - Yeah, well,

house cat or not,

fucking Colombians did this shit, okay?

Pull Keno off squat.

What? What, Mikey? Why?

I'm gonna cut Bunny loose, that's why.

Man.

Been a minute since I been out the hood.

An hour since I crossed state lines.

I ain't never left the nation.

Travel changes perspective.

And it sets destination.

For you, your family.

There's places out there, you...

park your kin,

your profits.

Law can't touch it.

Or you.

It's a big fucking world, D.

Yeah, I feel you.

Yo, Mike, I talked to my boy inside. You good.

Hey. Hey, thank you.

But I'm not calling about that. You got your crew

over on Grape, the apartments?

- Yeah. - They're all dead, Bunny.

Cartel made 'em a calling card, okay?

Motherfuck.

So, hey, time to bring your hammer down.

Like now.

I got a partner now. I'm all about collaboration.

- Gonna need a sidebar. - Yeah, well, look,

tell Moses that we need to have a "Come to Jesus."

You and me got to show him how this works here, okay?

Colombians hit some of my boys.

Little faster, brother Lawrence.

Don't spare the horses.

You got to be fucking kidding me.

I fucking told Shaver.

The fuck we talk about?

Mike. Corner's vacant, Mike. It's vacant!

What are you doing?

- Easy, easy! - Open this. Open this.

- Mike, I'm fucking cool! - Hey.

- Hey. Is this your corner? - It's vacant, man!

- Is this your fucking corner? - Brown hit Black! We--

No, it's fucking not.

- Fucking not your corner, is it? - It's the c-- scraps.

This ain't your corner. You stay in your hood

or I'm gonna fucking cut your head off, you hear me?

- Okay, okay! - Fucking asshole. You fuck!

Shit.

Yeah?

Get this piece of shit out of here.

Thought you should know,

a friend of mine at city hall said

that Evelyn got into it with Robert.

Are you kidding me? Can anybody bring me some good news?

Hey, don't shoot the messenger, Mike.

I want to shoot everybody.

These motherfuckers. Sorry, honey.

Didn't get physical or anything,

but it was inside city hall, so lots of eyeballs.

Okay, thank you. I appreciate it.

Thank you. This sucks.

- What, you forget something? - Yeah, no.

You, aware that Robert's stalking Evelyn?

All right, Mike, come on. Come on.

So that's a yes, isn't it?

Look, since he's been benched,

he's either at-at home or at Hennigan's.

It's a 50-50 whiskey rotation split with this fucker.

Why don't you meet me at his house?

We have to have a chat. Thank you.

Yeah. All right. All right.

Motherfucker.

Fuck. Hey, Stevie.

Come on.

- Didn't I ask you to watch him? - Mikey, let me talk to him.

- It's not a good idea. - He crossed the fucking line.

Jesus, Ian.

- Fucking crossed the line. - I crossed the line?

Is that what you said? I fucking crossed the line?

Yeah, you crossed the line, motherfucker.

You here is crossing the fucking line.

What the fuck are you doing here?

Going after Evelyn in public, in broad daylight,

with an audience? Really?

You have to fucking stand down, you hear me?

I had fucking business there,

and she got up in my fucking face, okay?

You know what? Fuck this, man. I'm not telling you shit.

Your brother shoots me and then you show up at my fucking house,

- in my fucking yard? - My brother's in prison

because of you, motherfucker.

No. Your brother's in prison

'cause you can't control that stupid cunt.

This is you, okay? This is all you.

Everything you're doing

is preventing you from coming back.

You understand that? So stop fucking engaging.

Yeah, fine. Fuck.

- Please! - You're the mayor, man. You're--

Yeah, no, you're the mayor. 100%, Mike.

- Not a fucking problem. - All right. Thank you.

Great. Lay low.

Yeah, say hi to Carney's dad for me.

You know, I know I'm not welcome at the funeral.

- Fucking give him my best. - Come on. Come on.

- Like a fucking child. - I'll handle it.

- Watch him, motherfucker. - I'm gonna handle him.

I-- Fuck, I can't be two places at once.

- I'll handle him. - Yeah, well,

I can seem to manage it.

So can you. All right?

- Yes. - Figure it out.

All right. Fuck.

- Hey. - Hey.

D shared today's unpleasant news.

Cut my youngins to fucking pieces, Mike.

Yeah, well, this is the cartel that we're dealing with.

And it's gonna test your restraint, Frank.

'Cause all your legitimate shit--

that goes away if you don't push back.

If we don't push back.

Deverin and I are calling the play here.

I'm taking flesh, blood and bone.

That's the mo'fucking play.

And you let me take that burden.

I got some legitimate interests, Mike, that's for damn sure,

but don't think for one fucking second

I don't know how and when to get my hands dirty.

- Am I right, LJ? - Amen to that.

You see any Russians in Kingstown of late?

Hey. It's my people they chopped up.

- Your people? - Yeah.

There ain't no "mine and yours" no more, D.

They our people. 'Cause you cut, I bleed.

You hurt, I avenge.

We are partners, and we gonna both earn as partners,

but this?

Let me address this.

Let me show you

a different kind of value.

- Hey. - Hey there.

Sorry. You got a light?

Yeah.

Ooh.

That was something else this morning.

Cold response to a dead C.O.

Guy gets executed, they're telling us to

be authentic with ourselves?

The hell's that even mean?

Yeah, I don't know.

You seen something like that before?

Seen a guard go down in the yard once.

Not in Kingstown, over at, IMAX.

Not pretty.

Caught in the riptide. They took him under.

Left him looking boneless.

Like a puppet.

How long you been at it?

I'm three weeks out of training.

You've seen a lot in a little bit.

Yeah.

Yeah, I been,

I been on the block ten years now, nothing

surprises me anymore.

- Yeah, I bet. - That suicide. Ooh.

Real humdinger.

That's a word for it.

Those Ad Seg guys, something else.

If they're not crazy, they're...

stone-cold killer cons.

Crooked cop? Fucking cherry on top.

They all do bad time.

That's not what Carney said.

Look what happened to Carney.

Just saying. They...

they make it hard on us.

Don't take any crap off them.

Pieces of shit.

See you inside.

Yeah. Good luck in there.

Hey.

Bunny, go over our deal?

Keep an eye on your brother.

That's right.

So, any time he moves--

potential threats, schedule changes,

anything that's out of the ordinary-- you call me.

- Copy that. - Who's in Ad Seg with him.

Who's coming, who's going, at all times.

I need the fucking names.

- I understand. - And when I call, you pick up.

Yeah. I'll do my best, Mayor.

Your best. Right.

This isn't high school hockey, okay?

You're not gonna get a trophy.

I'm sorry. I'm not your fucking friend.

Yeah, I get it.

But I ain't your enemy, either.

I'm friendly-ish, until you make me not.

Okay? Do we understand each other?

- Understood. - All right.

Anything else you want to add?

What is it now? You look so goddamn sad.

Jesus Christ. Do I have the wrong guy here?

This what got Carney killed?

One's got nothing to do with the other, okay?

You go inside, you do your job.

You look after me, I'll look after you.

It's just that simple, okay?

- Yes, sir. - You're gonna be safe.

All right.

We'll be talking.

Hey.

Hey, man.

You good over there?

Living the dream, brother.

You?

Did I miss chow?

I was in the shower.

No, friend, you haven't missed it.

You've had a rough go of it these first few days.

It's just...

You know, I just got to fucking...

...keep my head down, you know?

Fucking keep my head down.

Head down, eyes wide.

Ass clenched.

Ain't no advice can soften the hard welcome here, no?

No.

You progress to survive.

Remake yourself.

Sometimes that requires suffering.

You got to be both marble and sculptor, you know?

If a man wants to find his true self,

inside or out there-- don't matter--

got to shatter his substance.

Heavy blows from chisel and hammer.

Yeah.

Heavy blows.

Hey.

Visiting hours are over. You got to come back tomorrow.

Yeah, no, I'm... I'm here to see the warden.

You have an appointment?

I got nothing on the books.

She'll see me.

You have to have an appointment.

Look, um, why don't you pick up that phone right there,

call Torres and tell him that Mike McLusky's here?

Thank you.

So, I got to get fingered every time I come see you?

Sends a very mixed message.

I told you, Mike: official channels.

- Yeah. - Your brother is

safe and secure, so what is it you need?

C.O. Doug Carney-- he was a friend.

I know. You have my condolences.

And he was a good C.O.

I was sorry to hear

- of his passing. - Yeah.

Well, "passing,"... seems polite.

I'm not minding my manners here, Mike.

It happened off campus, has nothing to do with my prison.

We are working with KPD.

So, unless you've been deputized,

- why are you here? - Well, fuck,

I don't know. Do you-- You don't think

this has anything to do with Anchor, do you?

If it did, the police would have said.

And I've received no updates.

Well, they're gonna turn over every stone, you know?

I see.

Maybe the investigation

was more complicated than expected.

Yeah, it seems.

Look, I'm not deputized.

KPD is just my friends.

And they can be influential.

Can you find a point here, please, Mike?

Shit's going south outside, Warden,

in case you didn't know.

So what happens outside happens inside.

This is a warning, then.

No, this is my job-- to keep things balanced.

So, douse the fire before they get wild.

Yeah, my prison is secure, Mike.

Your prison

is far from fucking secure, Warden.

- Let me be an asset. - In exchange

for access to your brother.

Peace of mind for both of us.

I don't know, Mike.

Whether you call

or get buzzed in

or follow the correct channels or not,

it seems you still have access here...

when it comes to your brother.

We don't have to be adversaries, you know.

Never said we were.

Look, I-I understand your concern.

My concern is keeping my inmates safe.

So, as long as we understand each other,

we shouldn't have a problem.

Do we?

Do-do we understand each other?

Yeah.

I think we do.

Hey, shut

your fucking mouth, Marty.

You stay down there, you fucking pissant piece of shit.

Fucking know.

Marty, thank you. Robbie, what's going on?

Little early?

Ian, Ian, Ian.

Brother in blue.

We're brothers, right, Ian?

I fucking wouldn't be here if we weren't, would I?

Let's get this show on the road.

Come on. Let's get you home.

Yeah. Sure. Why not?

Fucking go home, nap, repeat.

Fucking clock I got in...

Marty.

I got no clock.

- No clock for that bitch. - I know. I hear you.

Evelyn, man, so fucking relentless.

Took my fucking clock from me.

Took my fuckin' every fuckin' thing from me.

Let's head outside. Let's get some fresh air.

Come on, you'll feel better.

- McLusky's, I don't... - I know.

After all I done for him, I-- for Mitch?

I put that motherfucker down for Mike.

I did that for him.

You know? I saved his brother's fucking life.

You were there. Fuck.

Gifts I've given the McLuskys.

- You're not wrong. - Those fucks.

Let's go. I know.

Fuck you, Marty.

I'm coming back, you motherfucker.

Short, poor piece of shit.

Lucky I don't burn this fucking place down.

Come on.

Now, can Patty come pick you up, or what?

I'm on the clock.

No. She, um...

No.

All right. Okay.

All right, where's your-- where's your fucking truck?

Some cunt backed into it, so it's in the shop,

but I got this fucking beauty.

All right, come here. Let's go, let's go.

I got you. Let's go, come on.

Come on.

Come on. Watch your feet.

Don't walk in it.

Fuck off me, man.

All right, let's go.

- Let's go. I got you. - I'm good.

All right. All right. You all right?

Yeah.

Go easy.

Where's Patty at?

Took the kid and went to her mom's.

Living that bachelor life, Ian.

Carefree me, brother.

When?

How long's this been going on?

Since Kyle fucked up my shit,

that's how long it's been going on.

You think she'd fucking know by now, man.

All right.

Let's get this into you.

Some water. Sure it is.

Fuck.

Youngins you lost today--

you're feeling that.

Yeah.

Rest in peace.

It's been a minute since I lost anybody dear.

But this here is-- this is what I'm talking about.

You lift yourself up, you lift your people, too.

Go fucking lofty.

You feel no pain, D, looking down from on high.

Amen to that.

You trust me yet?

Trust you 60%.

Sixty perc...

Yeah.

Yeah.

That sounds about right.

You?

Older you get, the better, faster you judge.

'Cause trust takes time.

It's minutes and miles.

It's offerings and sacrifices.

It's like what you got with McLusky.

After roll call,

you have your meeting about Joyceville Pen.

That place gonna be a cakewalk compared to this.

Is there something else?

No, I think it's contained now.

Yeah, well, I know. I know it is, David.

Go home.

Geez, look at this fuck.

He's got that whole fucking cherubic

thing go-- Look at him. - You know what,

the ladies-- they just want a baby.

He's a little drunk fucking munchkin

who just wants to hump everything.

- Hey. - Hey.

All right. To Carney.

To Kyle.

No, no-- Aah!

Go. Go. Go.

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go.