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- MAN: Previously on
"Mayor of Kingstown".

- Oh shit.
- [siren blaring]

- GUARD: We will fire on you.

- They will kill him if they
get a chance and you know it.

Let's move him
to the women's prison.

- How are things
with Mr. Michael?

- He won't take my calls.

- Milo wants to try something
a little bit different.

- He wants you to do something
and you won't do it.

He's gonna do this to me again
if you don't.

- No, he's not
gonna do this again.

Your boss sets you up
with judges and congressmen.

You got plenty to tell.

- Busy girl.

- MILO: I will skin her alive,
Mike.

- If you can find her.

- Hand the phone
back to Candace.

Show him our little secret.

- He put a locator in you?

- MILO:
I already found her, Mike.

- ♪

- Hey, where's my
fucking pat down?

Ooh, break me off
a fucking piece of that.

- I need searching, daddy.

- All right, ladies,
you're in classroom D13A,

let's find our way.

- I know my way, baby.

- I'm sure you do.

- What genius in administration
sent you here?

- It's for my safety.

I had an incident
at the men's prison.

- You're no safer here.

The female inmates are
just like the male inmates.

They think the same
and they act the same.

And they will use you
in exactly the same way.

- I'm aware.

- Stand in the back
of the classroom,

and stop making
eye contact with them.

- [prisoner chatter]

- Eyes will be on me, or you
will be removed from the class.

Understood?

I think today, maybe we'll
talk about human evolution.

Or the lack of it.

To think about
the evolution of man,

it's always a good idea to
remember that we're all animals.

And the rules which govern
the lives of lions, of wolves,

of our closest relatives,
the primates,

are no different than the rules
which govern our lives.

We are in constant competition
with each other,

competition to breed, to eat,

to seek water and shelter.

Only man cannot survive
without a tribe.

Empathy exists to ensure
the survival of our offspring.

Morality,
whatever that may mean,

exists to govern the behavior
of the members within the tribe

in hopes that the tribe
does not destroy itself.

But now, all these tribes
live close together,

and we must find a way

to see all humankind
as one species,

not as a collection of tribes.

Our survival depends upon this.

The age of competition is ended.

The age of cooperation is here.

If we do not
find a way to cooperate,

to extend that empathy
to all humankind,

then we will be the axe
that chops our own roots.

We will be the arbiters
of our own extinction.

- ♪

- [phone ringing]

- There were three agents?

- Three, yeah.

- You get his name?

- Uh, it was a Hask-- Haskins or
Hastings, somethin' like that.

The guy looks like
a fucking weatherman.

Heaven asshole.

- Pete Hastings.
Special Agent out of Detroit.

- So, what's to move forward?

We approaching this
as a missing person

or a person of interest?

- Look, he's a senior agent.

I can't come up with a scenario
where he's involved

in the kidnapping of a witness
and the murder of fellow agents.

- He's a missing
person of interest.

How's that?

- I can live with that.

- So, where are you?

- Pulling surveillance footage
from the park

and on the street
around Mike's house.

- No cameras in your office?

- I have cameras on the roof,

covering the front entrance
and back entrance.

You guys have cameras
in streetlights.

- We need your phone.

- All right.
Yes, sir.

- [line trilling]

- REBECCA: Hey Mike.
- Hey, it's me.

Uh, can you transfer my number
to a new cell?

And PD's gonna need the security
footage from the computers.

- REBECCA:
I'm going through it now.

- Kay, I'll be back in a bit.

- Murder of a fellow agent
comes to us and we want it.

- It's in my jurisdiction.

We share it.

- We want lead.

- It's yours.

- Can I go?

- He'll contact you.

- Okay.
- Reach out the minute he does.

- Ahh, will do.

- [phone ringing]

- Mike.
- Not now.

- Mike.
- Not now, parking lot.

- Mike.
- What the fuck, Kyle, what?

- Is this about what we dug up?

- Maybe.

- Maybe you realize that if
this comes to the surface,

we're all in a fucking cage.
- Dude, it's not

coming to the surface.
I'm not gonna let it.

- Yeah, well, whatever you do,
take a different fucking car,

'cause they're tracking that
one.

What do we do?

- You don't do a fucking thing.

Understand me?
I'll figure it out.

Get the suits off my ass,
how's that?

Can't do anything with a tail.

- Fuck...

- ♪

- Fuck...

Rebecca.

Time to get a new office.

- I can't tell you how happy
I am to hear you say that.

- Find us one?

- Okay.
- Also, I gotta trade you cars.

Thank you.

- Oh, Mike.

- You're the best.

- ♪

- [line trilling]

- WOMAN: Dawson Sellick.
- Paul Dawson.

- WOMAN: Who's calling?
- His fucking conscience.

- This is Paul.
- I need to see him.

- Mike, look, I don't think--
- Look, today, Paul.

And you there too.

- PAUL: Why me?

- Because if you're there,
then they can't record it.

- PAUL: Mike, look,
I can't hear that conversation.

- Well, you're gonna
fuckin' hear it, all right?

Or you're gonna watch it
on the news.

- PAUL: [sighs] All right, fine.
How about tomorrow?

- How about in an hour?

- PAUL: I'll call you back.
- [phone beeps]

- Man, you even walking worried.

- Hey.

- What's with the grape, man?

You fuckin' them strippers now?
- Naw.

It's a long story.

- Heh, your story's
all over the streets bruh.

Shit, I hope you stocked up
on carpet cleaner.

- You ever, uh,
do anything with Milo's crew?

- Fuck no.

Crips don't crime with crackers.

And them Slavic motherfuckers
is just shit-house crazy.

I don't need to tell you that.

What you need?

- I don't know yet.

- Well, when you
figure that shit out,

you know where to find me.

- It's gonna take me a minute
to fix your problem.

I gotta fix mine first.

- That's the thing
with problems, Mike.

You can leave them
as long as you want.

They're still gonna be there
when you get back.

Just gonna be big as shit.

- ♪

- Yeah.

- ♪

- Need the tie.

These laces worry you?

- Who's he seeing?

Ah, inmate will be
restrained to his chair.

The laces don't worry me.

- Open the wallet for me,
fan any cash out on the counter.

- [camera clicks]

- Place it back.

One lighter.

One pack of smokes.

Keys.

Cell phone.

One wallet, $1,807 cash.

One tie.

One black belt.

Go to screening.

- Got your slip?

Interview five.
- [buzzer buzzes]

- Walk in front of me.

- ♪

- Knock three times,
we'll reinstate video.

Once we establish the room
is safe, we'll open the door.

If there's an emergency,

hit the red button on the wall
or knock twice.

- All right.
- [door buzzes]

- ♪

- Looks like she was
your flavor after all.

- Fucking Milo.

You have been in this box
too God damn long.

Have you lost all perspective?

- In many ways,
you can see better from here.

- I'm glad you like it,

because it's all
you're gonna fucking see.

Do you understand that?
That's until they link you

to the double murder
in my fucking office!

Then they're just gonna pump
your veins full of poison

and be done with you, like I am.

- But they won't link it to me,
Mike.

They won't find the girl I sent,
they won't find the phone.

And they won't find Iris.

So, let's talk about my favor.
- No.

Let's not.
No fucking favors.

There're feds up my ass
because of you.

I got two cars on my tail
everywhere I go.

There's aerial surveillance.

I'm sure they got a fucking
satellite tracking me,

everywhere I go, anywhere,
they're gonna be there.

Do you understand that?

So, anything I find, Milo,

they find, and they keep it.

- This isn't a favor to me,
Mike.

The favor is to you.
- Is that right?

What am I moving?

- You don't have to move it,
you just have to find it.

The people following you
will know what to do next.

It's in a case.

The case is metal.

Look for metal.

- Okay, let's talk about, Iris.

- Oh, that ship has sailed,
Mike.

You had your chance,
and you turned it down.

Iris had a job to do
and she didn't do it,

now she has he old job back.

Forget Iris.

Iris is gone.

But now I know.

Next time I need you,
I just have to break an angel.

- PAUL: Jesus, Milo,
I can't be hearing this.

- Shut the fuck up.

- MILO:
What I ask protects you.

It helps me, yes,
but it protects you

because if you find it,
you're the savior.

If they find it,
God help you.

- What about the 30 feds
up my ass right now?

- Bring them with you.

- [knocks three times]
- That's the spirit.

- [door closes]

- Get showered and get dressed.

- Where are we going?

- Back to work.

Don't drink that.

They're going to do blood work,
urine work...

Where did he get
the whiskey in the trunk?

- Right.
- Mm-hmm.

- So, this clears us up?
We're good?

- Yeah, we're good.

- So, I get a tap
on the shoulder.

I turn around and

that's the last thing
I remember?

All right.

Let's get on with it.

Make it look good,

but I don't want
fucking brain damage.

- We won't hurt your brain.

- [breathing quickly]

- Ready.

- ♪

- ♪

- What is this?

- A lesson.
No more senators for you.

- ♪

- What's this?

- A gift.

- Gifts usually come
with strings.

- Not this one.

- You call me
when you want her back.

- She's yours to keep.

- Wanna party?

- ♪

- [sniffs]

I go first.

- We all go first.

- ♪

- I heard things
at max are tense.

- That place is
a fuckin' jungle.

Honestly,
today felt like a vacation.

- [snickers]
- I'm not saying it's easy, but-

- You just wait until
we put 'em to bed in a minute

and tell me it's easy.

- Well, what happens
when we put 'em to bed?

- Nothing, for us.

They're gonna throw
the kitchen sink at you.

- You're their age, you're fit,

you look like all the guys they
got pinned up on their walls.

- Most of all, you're new,

so, they're gonna poke and probe

and see where
they can get through.

If they can get through.

- They do the same shit
at the men's prison.

- They're gonna cry,

and they're gonna give you
every sob story.

And then,
when you pass by their cell,

they'll give you a peep show.

Then you're gonna get a
phone call from your supervisor

saying that they've been
getting complaints

that you're watching the inmates
when they change their clothes.

- And there's just enough
assholes in uniforms

who are watching 'em change,

and slipping girls
in the supply closet,

to make those complaints
have teeth.

- So, you're telling me,

there's guys in uniform,

having relationships
with inmates.

- It's not just guys.
- Assholes come in every gender.

- Wow.

- The two most
coveted jobs for inmates,

the library,
and walking the track.

- Walking the track?
- There's an exercise track

outside the wall.
They walk it looking for trash.

It's in the sunshine, there's
trees and flowers and fresh air.

And they get to walk and gossip

and forget they're in prison
for seven hours a day.

- When you go past it,
you tell me how many ugly girls

you see walkin' the track.
- And those are the same girls

with $1000 in their accounts
at commissary.

- Riddle me that shit.
- [group laughs]

- This prison's dangerous
in a different way.

- Hey.

Just do this,
and you'll be fine.

Be a fucking robot.

A by the book,
emotionless robot, okay?

- I could do that.

- Close A-24.

- Close A-23.

- Close A-22.

- Close A-21.

- Nope.
Lemme see it.

- See what?
- Stand and face the wall.

- Close A-20.

- What a waste of money.

These don't even work down here.

- Can I at least
delete the pictures?

Come on man, I don't need
y'all looking at that.

- You know the rules.

Close A-19.

Robot, take 17.

- [knocks]

- You good?

- Am now.

- FEMALE GUARD: Close A-18.

- Close A-17.

- [gravel crunching]

- Brought ya some dinner.

Not that I've ever seen you eat.

- I eat.
- Yeah, I don't doubt it.

I just never seen it.
- Yeah.

Got somethin' better.
- Thanks.

- [can opens]
- Mm...

So, you wanna run me through it?

- He wants us to go back out
on the property

and find a metal case.

- Mike...

You can't go back out there,
you got,

you got two fucking feds
sittin' down your dirt road.

- He wants us
to bring them with us.

- It's a fuckin' set-up Mike.
- Yeah, I know, I know.

I just can't figure out how.

If I tell the FBI I got a tip

on the death of one
of their agents, right?

We could go dig up the fucking
world and find who knows what.

I don't see how it
blows back on us.

- It fuckin' does.

I promise.

What about the girl?

- There's no girl.

She's gone, she's...

back at work, under his thumb.

Who knows where.

I could flip stones for
a lifetime and never find her.

Neither could you.

- I feel like all we do
is tread water.

In the middle of the lake,
no shore in sight.

- Yeah.

'Cause that is all we do.

- Tracy's pregnant.

- Yeah, I know.

Boy or girl?

- We don't know yet.

- Do you care?

- Not really.

I mean, I feel like
I'm supposed to say boy but...

you know, then what?

Grows up in this hell?
Every day a fucking fight?

- It'd be the same hell
for your daughter too, brother.

- ♪

- Y'know, I just
keep thinkin' Florida.

Or somewhere.

A little beach town.

Bustin' spring breakers
for open containers.

- Gotta save the world from
entitled teenagers, right?

- What have we ever saved, Mike?

Hmm?

Not a fucking thing.

- You should probably
stop hanging out with me, kid.

- Yeah, that's what Mom says.

- Mom's right.

- ♪

- [buzzer buzzes]

- ♪

- James Parker, you have been
convicted of three counts

of murder in the first degree
by a jury of your peers,

and sentenced to death
by lethal injection.

Do you have any last words?

- They weren't my peers.

- Do you have any last words?

- No words for you.

But for you...

I wonder what you'll do
when you realize

it was all your fault.

- That's confession enough
for me.

I'm gonna watch you die,
you son of a bitch.

- Another outburst, and you'll
be removed from the gallery.

- Enjoy it.
I did.

- [motor whirs]

- ♪

♪

- [monitor flatlines]

- [birds chirping]

- ♪

- [breathes deeply]

- [gunshots]

- You want some breakfast?

Sit down.

You're not hungry?

Nope, be none of that shit.

- I don't smoke.
- You sure?

It'll make you feel better.

- [coughs]
- [laughs]

That's good, coughin'
gets it in there, real good.

Well, if you ain't gonna eat,

let's go take a shower.

- ♪

- [prisoner chatter]

- I'll see you tonight.

What the fuck?
- Hey!

Eyes forward and walk, ladies.

- Get your head out of your ass.

- Breakfast.

- ♪

- Code 20, B block.

- RADIO: Which cell?

- All of them.

- [alarm buzzing]

- PA: Officer assistance needed
Cell Block 2.

- [alarm buzzing]

- WARDEN: They're clearly
making a statement.

- It's not a fucking statement.

They do that, sir, hoping that
one of us will step up

and just push them off, so they
can turn around and shank us.

It's a threat.
- It's a mind game.

- All due respect, sir,
you are misreading the room.

- Kareem?
- I've seen it before.

I've never seen a whole block
do it, but I've seen it.

- So, what's the endgame here?
We keep the lockdown,

they escalate on their end.
Before you know it,

there's a prison-wide
hunger strike

during the fuckin' holidays.

- We can't blink, sir.
We have to turn up the heat.

- How much hotter can it get?
- Lights on, 24-7.

And we do not give them an
option to hunger strike.

We just stop bringing breakfast.

- Ed, this isn't Guantanamo Bay.

Look, I need to reach out to the
Bureau of Prisons

to get some more
guidance on this, okay?

- Sir, those politicians, they
have no place in this fight.

- Sir, they will tell us
to sit with inmate leadership

and negotiate.

- It legitimizes a point of view
that is not

a legitimate point of view.

- Why is their point of view
not legitimate?

- Because they're
fucking convicts!

- Ed, get the fuck
off of my desk.

Bring the leaders.

Just the leaders of each group
to the cafeteria.

We will hear them out.

- ♪

- Open A-top-9.
- [buzzer buzzes]

- ♪

- [prisoners shouting]

- [buzzer buzzes]

- Get dressed, let's go.

- ♪

- You speak outta school,

you die in the shower.

Swear to fucking God.
Out.

- ♪

- ♪

- [buzzer buzzes]

- Can I trust you gentlemen to
put your differences aside

and sit at the same table?

- You're the only difference we
worried about at the moment.

- I'm gonna keep you cuffed.

But I will let you sit.

- Take me back to my hole.
I ain't sittin' here negotiatin'

with my fuckin' hands
behind my back.

- This isn't a negotiation.
This is a discussion.

Gentlemen,
you know how this works.

When things boil over
in the yard,

we'd lock it down
until cooler heads prevailed.

- They wanted it to boil over.

They put me and my captains
in the hole,

and turned the yard out
the same time.

Why not stagger the yard
when you know there's a vacuum,

like you did every other time
since I been here?

Naw, this is what they wanted.

- Why would they want it?
- You know why.

Overtime, double time.

Hazard pay.

You're just fucking banks
to these guards.

- There's been quite the
power shift on the yard,

you expect me to believe you're
not gonna try and take it back?

How I'ma do that, when these
three working together?

But that marriage
gonna end soon.

And we'll see what we see.

But they ain't the gangs
I'm worried about at the moment.

- Which gang worries you?
- Your gang.

See, there's rules to banging.
We all know 'em.

Lock these three up next week,

try to do the same thing to 'em.

It's just business.

But I know this,
if we shake on it,

that's what it is.

Shake hands wit chu...

nobody knows what it is.

But it ain't what they promise.

- And what did they promise?

- Treat us like men.

Give us some more time
in the yard so we ain't

all bunched up on each other.

Give us some decent fuckin' food
in the commissary.

- May I ask what this promise
was in exchange for?

- For takin' out
your fuckin' trash.

- Our trash?
- Your trash.

Your child-murdering,
motherfuckin' trash.

- Do I have your word
there will be no retribution

against the other groups?

- Not forever.

I'll give you
until I get my window.

Let these fools
play handball for now.

I'm tired of it.

- I need peace in the valley.

Break your word to me,

and all of you
will be in different prisons

by the end of the day.

- Let's go.

- Wasn't gonna say nothin'
'til you told me not to.

Now, you gotta eat shit
for dinner.

- You're a fucking dead man.

- Well, you better
kill me quick motherfucker,

before I shove a shank
through your fuckin' skull.

- Why in the hell is he talkin'
about trash and child killers?

- I don't know,
but I'll find out.

- [prisoner chatter]

- [buzzer buzzes]

- [buzzer buzzes]

- [buzzer buzzes]

- [prisoners cheering]

- What the fuck was that?

- ♪

- Ugh, man...

- Do we take the trash
as evidence, or the whole truck?

- I'm not diggin' through
all that shit, fuck that noise.

Take the whole truck.

Yeah [chuckles]

Thank you, gentlemen.

Mike.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- The FBI?
- They're on their way,

but I wanna know now.

Jesus...

- Fuck...

Yeah, that's him.

- So he wasn't in on it, huh?

- I don't know.

Why...
Why take him?

Why pick him up? Kill him?
Then you have to dump him.

Why not just shoot him where
he was, like the other two?

- Yeah.
- No, he's in on it.

He didn't know Milo
like I know him.

Look it,
I'm gonna head out that way.

- Alone? No feds?

- No feds yet.

I'm just gonna poke around,
see if there's any bear traps,

know what I mean?

- Yeah, what if you step in one
and nobody's around ya?

- I'll be all right.

- Hey, hold on.

No service out there.
- Oh yeah.

- Find something,
we'll come running.

- Okay.

- Mike.
- Yeah?

- You won't be alone,
FBI's all over you.

- [sirens wailing]

- Looks like they're all here.

- [engine starts]

- ♪

- [birds cawing]

- ♪

- What a waste of time.

- [twig snaps]

- ♪

- [chuckles]

I've been busy.

You know?

- [bear chuffing]

- Those french fries
were a one-time deal.

You hear me?
It's over between us.

Hey, that's not for you.
That's for the birds.

Hey, get out of there,
that's for the--

Motherfucker...

- [bear chuffing]

- Hey, hey, get outta there.

Here ya go.

- ♪

- That's your last supper,
buddy.

Probably shouldn't of fed ya....

- Lights out.

- ♪

- [birds chirping]

- ♪

- Shit...

- [metal detector beeps]

- ♪

- [metal detector beeps]

- ♪

- [metal detector beeps]

- [metal detector beeps]

- [metal detector beeps rapidly]

- ♪

- [metal clangs]

- [hollow knock]

- ♪

- I am watching
the leaders of the Blacks,

the Whites, and the Mafia,
have a 30 minute pow-wow.

Know what it means when rival
gangs group together?

It means,
they're talkin' about us.

- Explain to me
how you found this.

- Milo said metal case.

- Do you know what
you look like right now?

Like a big patsy.

- If I'm gonna go to prison,

it's gonna be
for something I did, understand?

- [shotgun racks]
- [gunshot]

- ♪