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Somebody took out Carney.

My sole fucking lifeline

just got whacked, Mike.

It's not for you to worry, Kyle.

So what am I supposed to do now?

I got other ways to get your back in here.

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

It happened off campus,

has nothing to do with my prison.

We are working with KPD.

They're gonna turn over every stone.

- I see. - What are you saying,

the warden's dirty or what?

Anybody fucking with Carney

is fucking with Kyle and that's fucking with me.

Bunny's moving weapons.

He gonna want to protect it.

What I offer you

is cross-border transport.

When something's marked for disposal,

stops existing.

Nobody ever asks why something

didn't make it to the landfill.

What the fuck are you doing, going after Evelyn,

in public, in broad daylight?

I had fucking business there.

And she got up in my fucking face.

Everything you're doing

is preventing you from coming back.

You understand that? So stop fucking engaging.

- Seen Bunny lately? - No. Why?

Well, we found some of his guys.

Cartel's planting a fucking flag.

I'm taking flesh, blood and bone.

And you let me take that burden.

Somebody better be dying or dead.

Mikey, everybody's fucking dead here.

The whole Colombian squat's up in smoke.

I got dead cartel, I got two dead fucking hitters.

And they used a goddamn flamethrower.

Good morning to you, too, Ian.

I'll be there.

Sorry.

No, it's...

- Morning. - Morning.

It's-- Yeah.

I got to go.

I got to go, too.

No, you don't have to. Sta-- You can stay.

No, I'm good.

Got to feed my kids.

I can put on a pot of coffee for you.

No, no, I'm good. Thanks.

Okay.

- Are you good? - Yeah.

Sorry I got to go.

It's, some work stuff I got to take care of.

Fucking flamethrowers.

Pretend you didn't hear that?

Yeah. Hear no evil, see no evil.

Yeah.

I wish.

You think you could,

lock up for me when you leave?

Yeah.

I appreciate that.

Jesus.

All right.

Well, look, Cindy, um...

I'll call you.

Okay. Great.

Got somewhere else to be?

Fucking cat needs a shot.

- Say that again? - Cat.

He's diabetic. Needs his shot.

- Since when? - Since always. I told you that.

I'd remember that.

No, Stevie, I told you that.

You don't listen.

Hey, Mike.

What's up, Keno?

- Buenos días. - Yeah.

Fucking Colombians, Mikey. This is no goddamn joke.

They're not fucking around.

Okay.

Mikey, they fucking--

They commandeered half the goddamn block.

I count six dead.

Mikey, I don't know how many got out.

Yeah, well, how many coming in, Ian?

It's like a military staging area.

The two hitters out front are not local.

Out of Detroit.

Mikey, you knew this was going down.

You had us pull surveillance. What the fuck?

Sometimes I have to compartmentalize.

Fuck you, you're like my fucking girlfriend.

Hey. What? We can't help

if we don't know what's going on, Mikey.

Mikey, Bunny can't be fucking

blowing up whole fucking city blocks.

I know. Look, it's not just Bunny, though. Okay?

He's partnered up.

With Frank Moses.

Fuck.

Yeah, he took out the Russians down by the tracks.

What is he, Stevie, like a hundred?

Jesus Christ.

Something like that.

- Hey, Mikey. - Yeah.

He may look like a deacon, but he's the devil

in disguise.

Yeah, well, I've met the devil.

I know what he is. So does Bunny.

Look, this partnership is out of convenience for him.

All right?

And with the cartel in town,

maybe for us, too, right?

We got to find this fucking sicario kid.

If he isn't torched.

Well, somebody executed those two hitters outside.

Whoever that was, maybe find them, right?

Yeah.

Get busy.

Ian. Ian.

Cat ain't gonna croak.

Yeah, yeah.

Okay. Okay.

Fuck.

Say your piece, Mike.

You coming to cheer or chastise?

I am here to counsel.

We have a fucking army in town.

And you sent out

two hitters

to deal with a fucking platoon, Frank.

Casualties never welcome, but it's the cost of doing business.

Now we know what we're dealing with.

They were scouts assessing the battlefield.

Taught us what we didn't know.

Yeah, sure.

I got KPD on it.

So they're gonna deal with the cartel on the streets.

We got matters to handle inside.

If the call's coming from inside the house,

we got to know who that is, no?

Or we pace ourselves.

My scorecard has us up.

If you want to stay up,

you got to double down and do it now.

If word comin' from inside...

it's Roberto Cruz.

Motherfucker you put me in business with.

Well, now we know what we're dealing with.

Prison's your domain, D.

You handle that, I'll muster more muscle from the city.

You leveled up.

Call it.

Yeah, that motherfucker flexing, for sure.

Raph got Cruz's number.

I'll make it so.

We don't want another war.

Just stamp this shit out, so it doesn't become one.

Hey, Trace.

Okay.

All right, I'll be right over.

I'm coming right now.

You'll get used to it, brother.

Focus on feeling nothing.

Focus on being numb,

not the pain.

Check your mailbox.

What the fuck is this?

Vision, brother.

Hold it between the bars, not too far.

You can always see what's coming around the bend.

Incoming.

Handoff coming through.

- I got it. - Thanks.

How you doing?

Good.

Come here.

Bring that sweet snatch to me.

Come on, give me a taste.

I can tell you've seen some shit.

Who's the new girlfriend?

Let me taste it! Let me taste it!

Shut the fuck up, or I will pop each and every one

of these fucking cells and put you in a chair with a shitbag!

She knows what she's fucking doing?

Sorry about that, Cindy.

Nah, it's okay. I got thick skin.

Yeah, no doubt.

It's frustrating, you know?

Like zookeepers here.

Crack 16!

Well, he should... dump his own bags,

but infirmary will send a nurse

to swap 'em out.

Tax money helping the fucking needy.

They got to keep his port clean.

I worked in hospice once upon a time,

so I know how it is.

Mother Teresa to boot.

You...

due for a smoke break?

You hate everything about this job?

Not everything.

I'm trying to quit.

I know. I know.

I know.

- Hey. - Hi.

Hi. Well, everything's locked down.

It's fine.

Look, it's my guess that,

somebody was going after your catalytic converter.

And then I guess maybe they...

pried open the window, I don't know.

Most likely it's just some street rat

going house to house in the neighborhood,

but I'm gonna have KPD post outside.

Okay? Just in case.

All right. Appreciate it, Mike.

Is there something else you want?

I mean, I can take you out of town to your parents'.

- To your sister's. - No. I won't abandon Kyle.

You know he wouldn't take it that way.

Hey, buddy.

I would. So...

Thanks, Mike, really. I, um...

I'm okay here.

Okay.

All right, call me if you need anything.

Thank you.

Fuck.

Hey.

Can you get, uniforms out here,

Just around the clock, over at Kyle's house?

- Well, what happened? - Someone broke into her car

and pried open the window in the kitchen.

- She okay? - Yeah, yeah, she's fine.

She's just a little shaken up is all.

Just some junkie, I'm sure, trying to pawn some shit.

Yeah, consider it done. I got you.

Abundance of caution.

Thanks.

Wait, wait, who's the judge?

Well, see if he'll give us a continuance.

Yeah.

It's called charm, Linda.

Just see if he'll give us ten minutes in chambers.

A'ight, here's what's up.

Make it yard time.

All casual and shit.

Like we just trying to talk.

Don't think he's gonna be waiting on this?

Roberto thinks he's winning.

I let him think that.

Just get up close,

start talking business,

peace.

Then we go to work.

Now, you got that salt, dawg?

Whichever which way this plays out...

...Roberto's my mark.

Motherfuckers don't come for Bunny.

Not ever.

I'm standing on business.

Still fear for your life, Merle?

Top of the morning, Warden.

Simple question. Do you?

I'm a hunted man, Warden.

Couldn't risk the yard yet, in my weakened condition.

How about you?

You settling in?

Sure.

No fear here.

I got a clear conscience, courage.

Good for you.

Courage is one of the four pillars of Stoicism.

Is that right?

Stoics believe you don't control the world around you,

only how you respond.

With courage, wisdom, temperance

and justice.

Well, sounds reactive to me.

I control my world.

I think you do the same.

Yeah. I don't like getting caught flat-footed.

I try to see several moves ahead.

It's why you fear for your life,

found your way into Ad Seg.

Right now,

you're the magic man.

How so?

Well, you're in two places at once, Merle.

You're in Ad Seg.

And your name is still on the infirmary list.

Presto.

I can keep it that way.

And what can I do for you, Warden?

Well, I think you're already doing it.

You and I have a mutual friend.

You, stay the course,

and I'll make sure you stay cozy.

How's that?

That suits me fine, Warden.

Just fine.

Rec time is over.

Give me your hands.

Wow.

Spin.

Turn to your right, come on.

All the way.

Turn.

Hey.

Hey.

They haven't found my phone.

Can you believe that?

Fucking paralyzed over here.

Yeah.

Your phone.

Maybe you should just,

kind of relax for a minute. What do you think?

Not an option.

What do you want, Mike?

We've got nothing to say to each other.

You made that pretty clear.

Well, you look good.

Fuck you.

Kind of green, but you look good.

What's happening with this, all this madness, Evelyn?

Yeah.

Is Kyle holding up?

Better than you.

Some fucking kids throwing...

bricks over overpasses.

They think it's a fucking prank.

I find them, I'm gonna fucking charge 'em as adults, though,

- I fucking shit you not. - Hey.

You got a long list of enemies, Evelyn.

I don't think juveniles is on it.

It's a brick in your car today, a bullet in the head tomorrow.

You think this was targeted?

I'd be shocked if it wasn't.

This maybe is a final warning.

I don't know, maybe it's time to stand down.

What do you think?

Mike, I knew this wasn't

a social call, but, fuck, I cannot fight you.

I can't fight you right now, Mike, I-I cannot.

Well, I mean, you got to be smart here.

And just stop.

- Okay? - I can't.

Even if I wanted to.

And I don't want to.

I mean, it's not like you don't have bigger fish to fry here.

For God's sakes.

I'm too close, Mike, I'm too fucking close.

You're too close to what, dead?

Look at you. Dead doesn't do any good, Evelyn.

It doesn't serve any greater good here.

I have a witness.

- Okay. - I got a guy.

He's willing to put Ian at Morrissey's the day he died.

What kind of coward would I be, standing down?

I don't think it's coward.

I think it's more 'cause you're a survivor.

When I'm on my deathbed, I want more

than to just have survived.

You should want more.

You deserve more.

Doctor wants to bring you in for a CT scan, Ms. Foley.

Yeah.

Mike?

We need to meet Robert.

Well, what do you-- Why?

You know why, Ian.

I told him Evelyn's untouchable.

Mikey, this is not the way to go here.

Just wrangle him up and meet me by the river.

Thank you.

Bunny wants to keep selling his shit.

Look, we figure...

Down, motherfucker!

Get down!

Right fucking now!

Get down!

Bitch. Bitch ass!

Get down!

Get on your ass! Get the fuck down!

- Get your ass down! - Fuck that!

Down! Down!

Hands behind your back now!

I said right now!

Better in here than out there.

Shit boiling over on the yard,

on the tiers.

What do you think it is?

Does it matter?

Million different threads of violence.

Smallest drama mutates epic

inside these walls.

Nice to put a face to the voice.

Yeah.

Take care of that looking glass.

Stave off isolation.

This ain't regular time, you know.

No matter what they say,

you can't get through this alone.

It's safer here for the body.

More dangerous for the mind.

Yeah?

Why am I so special?

You're not.

You're just next door.

Right.

There's no friends in here.

Ain't fucking Shawshank.

There are alliances.

And those are more important than any friendship.

All right.

- All right, easy. - Hey.

- Hey, easy. - What the fuck now, Mike?

The fuck did I tell you?

To fucking not go after Evelyn!

What the fuck did I tell you, you son of a bitch?!

- Get the fuck out of here. - Fucking relax.

She could've fucking died.

What you talking about? I didn't do shit.

Hey.

Fuck you talking about?

I was at Hennigan's all morning, motherfucker.

He was. He was. I called.

He was there, Mikey.

He was there this morning.

So what, fucking apology in my future,

Mike, or just insult on top of goddamn injury?

Fuck you, man. I've done nothing but-but fucking execute orders

for you and for Mitch.

From day one, I risked my life for your fucking family.

And now you just turn your back on me?

I'm not turning my back on you.

Well, Kyle's hanged,

Ian's on the gallows, and I'm waiting for the noose.

Turned your back on all of us for pussy.

Yeah, I'm not turning my fucking back.

You hear me? I'm standing right the fuck in front of you,

looking at a fucking mess that you've made.

'Cause your trigger finger has made this fucking mess.

Okay? You made yourself the fucking bogeyman.

I did not.

Yeah, fuck off, Mike.

You show me one thing that you touch

doesn't turn to absolute shit.

You're not a cop, you're not a criminal,

and you sure as shit ain't the fucking mayor.

She fucking got what she deserved, by the way.

I didn't drop no fucking stones,

but I would toast the motherfucker that did.

All right, fuck him, Mikey.

I'll handle it, just don't worry about it.

I got it. He's a hothead.

You know she had a witness, Ian?

What the f-- Witness for--

What the fuck you talking about?

Did you drop that brick?

'Cause you knew she had a witness

to put you at Morrissey's?

Did you?

What the fuck is wrong with you?

- I'm just asking a question. - What the--

That's what's going on in your fucking head?

Yeah, just-just answer the fucking question.

- That's all I'm asking. Yeah. - I grew up with her.

She could put me in a goddamn six-by-eight cell, Mikey,

I wouldn't fucking touch her.

Got a million goddamn enemies.

She put your brother in fucking jail.

What the fuck?

You got problems with Robert, I get it,

but do not throw this stupid shit at me.

You know better than that.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Mike, I mean, Jesus Christ.

I mean, and what do I get?

What the-- Where's my fucking apology?

She's got a witness.

That's your apology.

She got a witness.

Going to return these trays.

Back in five.

Mike.

Yeah, this is my third fucking phone call.

Yeah, I'm-I'm sorry.

No, you're not fucking sorry.

Listen to me, we're not fucking around, remember?

First thing I said to you.

We're not fucking around.

And this is a four-alarm fire.

You pick up that phone.

How's my brother?

Hello?

D-Did you lose service?

Hello?

Shit's hard, Mike.

How is it you chose to be a prison guard?

I have no idea.

I didn't choose it, I was placed.

Okay, just do what I asked you to do.

How's that?

Can we do that, please?

Please?

Warden had my plate full today, tossing cells.

Crips or Colombians?

Just Crips.

Colombians were nursing wounds,

playing checkers and shit.

But Raphael's on lockdown.

I need you to get a burner.

Get one you can tuck away.

As soon as you can, you get to Ad Seg, you hear me?

I got you.

Keep your head up.

Answer your fucking phone.

- Bun. - Yo.

Two meets in one day?

- Yeah. - Mayor racking in that OT.

Yeah...

Roberto's still breathing.

And the warden

only punished your crew.

Well...

we did start that shit.

No, it's more than that, Bunny.

This crooked bitch has got her thumb on the scale.

Okay? So it's a real problem.

Raph alive, Mike.

Yeah, and?

We sent a message.

Right now, Cruz chained up in sick bay.

And Raphael...

Man, he took some licks, but he whole.

He got inside, I got out.

We good.

Prison is the castle.

It's where the power is.

It's the toehold

for everything that happens in town.

Was.

Times are changing.

I'm not thinking castles.

I'm thinking... real estate.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Gentrify the gentrifiers, you feel me?

We got to shake out that old thinking.

Well, Bunny, that old thinking keeps...

keeps balance, you know?

I'm all about delegation now.

I trust Raphael

to handle his while I handle mine.

That's the balance I'm after.

Sure.

He gonna pick a successor before he released.

Released?

Yeah.

That's, like, ten years, Bunny.

And by the time he get out, it's gonna be him

standing here in my shoes.

Where are you gonna be? What's this scenario look like?

I'm gonna be close enough to keep tabs,

far enough to stay clean, baby.

I can't go legit slinging dope

and matching up inside them walls.

I-I'm standing here,

listening to you,

But all I'm hearing

is Frank Moses.

Frank ain't no ventriloquist.

Don't get it twisted.

He just a partner.

I take what I need, fucking skedaddle.

I'm-a Riverdance out that bitch.

Look, Bunny, I know, look.

I'm just saying, if you want to get out of the life,

nothing wrong with that, man.

You want to go be a citizen?

Fucking Godspeed.

But the cartel

is making real moves.

It's posting up inside and out.

So your fantasies,

however wonderful, Bunny...

...they're never gonna happen, unless you deal

with that reality.

You hear me?

Yeah.

- Yeah? Yeah. - I hear you, I hear you.

You got to find their supply.

You have to fucking hit it.

You got to do something.

Yeah, I hear you, man.

I'm-a, I'm-a put my guy on it.

Hey, you know, they're bringing an army,

Bunny, and this fucking warden

is gonna lock down your entire crew inside.

This is a real danger.

Danger for baby bro?

No, a real danger for you.

We got new heads coming in.

Out of Detroit?

Yeah. Fuck.

Warned you.

I fucking warned you.

There are monsters, real monsters

outside these borders, Bunny.

And Moses...

is the biggest of them.

You ever ask yourself,

"What's this guy gonna take from me?"

I'm not trippin' off that, Mike.

- No? - Nah, my eyes is wide-open.

As long as he making bank-- and he is--

shit, we good.

I mean, shit, Frank a beast.

I'm not gonna stop him from being him.

And all this warring shit, it ain't gonna last forever.

But I'm trying to make this money

- last generations, Mike. - Yeah.

It's my family money.

Well, you got yourself in a vice, Bunny,

and you just don't see it.

You got a chance, too, you know?

- Yeah, is that right? - Yeah, right now.

Mike...

plan your escape.

Where-where am I going to escape, man?

I can't plan that shit.

Get the fuck out of here.

I got to protect my brother inside,

and I got to protect my brother outside, too.

Escape.

How long have you been sitting there?

It was a little while.

Well, that's not...

too creepy.

How was the CT scan?

Um, there's...

no fractures, no bleeding.

Um, just a mild...

concussion, so...

That's about it.

Thick skull.

Yeah.

You know, it's okay to take a few days off, Evelyn.

Yeah, well, I'm home tomorrow, you know,

and I'm back at it, so...

Is that wise?

No one can do what I do, Mike.

We got that in common, so...

You're gonna be all right.

I'm gonna make sure of it.

I thought I was dead to you.

Doesn't mean I want someone else to kill you.

You forgive me?

No.

Not a fucking chance.

Um...

Mike, you okay?

I just need to sit down for a minute.

Deputy Torres,

I'm patrolling the perimeter.

Take a smoke break, Jackson.

I don't smoke.

Mr. Literal.

It's a figure of fucking speech.

Fuck off.

Yeah, what do you got?

Think I figured out how Colombians bringing shit in.

Through the fueling trucks.

- Shipping and receiving. - Okay, well, that's pretty good.

I'm gonna need to know when the next shipment is.

Copy that.

Really good job. Thanks.

Shit, this is fucking hard.

I got you.

Yeah, baby!

Make that one.

Come on.

How's the D.A.?

Yeah, yeah, she's fucking rocked.

But she'll live.

Well, she's a fighter.

Look, I got a,

I got a line on that witness.

- That was quick. - Yeah? Well, I got my ways.

Don't got a name, though.

You need an assist?

No, I'm good.

I'm gonna track this fucker down.

I'm gonna put the fear of God in him.

Case goes away, so does Evelyn's fucking surveillance, man.

What's the worst that could fucking happen?

Mikey.

Hey, how about you just don't bring

a serial killer around with you this time, yeah?

What do you think?

Be careful.

- You're fucking... - Be smart.

- Yeah. - See you, boys.

- Hey. - See you.

You fucking rack 'em.

Shit, you lost.

I'm getting you a fucking beer.

- Rack 'em. - Another one.

Sick of eight-ball.

Please.

So... how is your diabetic fucking cat doing?

Fucking...

Yeah. No. Just...

Forgot all about that shit.

It's good. Fucking pain in the ass.

- Yeah? - What you gonna do?

Your cat's not diabetic, man.

Unless you got the diagnosis in the last 24 hours.

Okay, look, all right, fuck, I forgot to mention it.

Bullshit.

You're not one to not fucking complain.

What the fuck, man, what's up?

Giving me fucking 20 questions.

What do you want to know?

You got something you want to tell me?

Holy fucking Jesus Christ.

You got something to ask, Stevie, fucking ask.

Where'd you go this morning?

She's alive, all right?

Jesus, Ian...

Fuck.

I wasn't trying to kill her.

Okay?

Then what the fuck were you trying for,

a mild coma? What's going on?

I'm looking at fucking life, Stevie.

I got to do what I got to do, all right?

Besides, it's fucking street logic.

What the fuck kind of logic?

It's-- fuck, it's street logic, all right?

If I wanted to fucking kill her, I'd drop it

in the fucking driver's seat, and you know that.

Wait, so you were just trying to fucking scare her

- is what you were doing? - Yes.

I was fucking trying to scare her, okay?

Jesus Christ. I got it all under control.

Trust me.

You know this.

When is this bullshit gonna be over?

When we're dead.

Okay?

When we're fucking dead. Come on.

We gonna play?

What's good?

What's good?

Everything.

Young brother.

You done what needed doing.

Thank you.

Yeah, it's all housekeeping now.

Wasn't as clean as I'd like, but...

shot across the bow.

Message should stick.

I like what I'm seeing out there.

More coming.

We'll show what force is needed,

put the mayor at ease.

He a fucking worrier.

Worry keeps you sharp

if it doesn't consume you.

Thank you.

What's with the,

nickels and dimes?

You got to find value

outside of pills and bricks,

guns and ammo.

I'm an investor and a collector.

Real estate and art,

coins and equines. There's...

value everywhere.

I've been picking up parcels all over town.

Warehouses.

Row houses.

It's 'cause you're playing the game at an elevated level.

When Detroit went to ruin, I did the same.

Then the artists come

and the tech firms, and then urban rebirth.

And then what, D?

Money.

Legitimacy.

Spend only what's needed to re-up supply

and cover payroll.

Everything else, every single cent,

you make it legitimate.

That's what turns you criminal to citizen

in the eyes of the outside world.

Man, you will be surprised

how many sins are forgiven when you donate

to their causes,

their societies.

Turn their system inside out.

Yeah. Glory be.

Starts with this.

And you're well on your way.

- Stop! Yes! - No!

- It's my turn to watch it. - Give it back!

You watched two shows.

- Hey. Hey, hey, hey. - Stop!

- No, you stop. - Hey.

- No. Give it to me now. - No. No.

- You get an ex-- - Stop.

You get an extra hour

of TV if you figure this out.

- But she was-- - Figure it out, please.

You watched two shows!

- Mom, there's spaghetti. - So what?

- Okay. Thank you, sweetie. - Stop it!

I'll be right down. Hey, keep it down

to a dull roar, please!

- Give it to me. - Stop.

All right, I'll be downstairs in five minutes.

Five.

Jesus Christ.

It's my turn.

Hey. Hey, I was just about to call you.

Hey, um...

I got the list.

The what?

The prisoners at Ad Seg.

- I'm gonna read you the names. - What? -

- Okay? - Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Go.

Okay, it's 13 names.

- Yeah. - There's "Buck Simpson.

Jeremiah Williams.

Andy Nelson."

- Yeah. - "Franklin Edwards,

- Yeah, he's a fucking-- - Dennis Langham--"

- What about Callahan, Cindy? - Wait, what?

Merle Callahan, is he on the list?

Merle Callahan. Yeah.

Merle Callahan's here, he's-he's here.

How long?

What do you mean?

How long has he been there?

Did he just get transferred?

No, he's...

been there since I started.

- He what? - He was there

before Kyle's intake, yeah.

He's been there the whole time.

In the cell next to Kyle.

- I saw fucking Hobbs talking... - Are you fucking kidding me?

- Jesus! - Who-- Hey.

Who is this guy, Mike?

Who is Merle Callahan?

Goddamn.

Who is he?

- Hello? - Look, Cindy,

just burn that list, would you, please?

Thank you. Thank you, but fucking burn it.

I'm not gonna--

Goddamn it.

Fuck!

Fuck.