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Fucking hands off me!

Fuck you!

- Get him now. - No.

- No! - Fuck you!

Come back here!

- Hey, jenis. - Hey.

I do not care!

- Do you know where you are? - No.

You are in an intake facility.

You've been detained for unlawful entry into the us.

We are in Brooklyn. Here.

I'm going to check your vitals now. Is that all right?

Are you feeling okay?

- Where they catch you? - Poughkeepsie. Crossing the Hudson.

- Why'd you do it? - My grandma is in Boston.

She's turning 92 next week, and it's been touch-and-go.

I didn't know the river was the boundary.

I thought western New York was still us territory.

Oh.

Country line used to be further west,

but it's been the Hudson for a few months now.

It's hard to know.

Feels like the border keeps changing day by day.

I'm separated from my family too.

You know where they are?

There,

I think.

Oh, shit.

For real?

What happened?

You're young. You may not have heard of evacuation day.

Of course I've heard of it.

We were so close to making it out.

- Go. Move, move, move! - Get back!

Oh, my god!

- Hey, don't turn. Move. - Back up. Back up.

Eyes fonnard, love.

This way.

Don't stop. Don't stop. Keep moving. Keep moving.

Stay with me.

Come on!

Keep moving.

Eyes fonnard, love.

Come on.

I have a baby!

- Sir, get back! - Come on!

You see that bus over there?

Okay. Follow me, okay? Follow me.

Come on. Please. Please, just me and my son.

Christian.

Christian.

Christian!

Christian!

Christian!

I'm so sorry.

I'll see you over there.

Hey.

We need to talk. I'm hearing the cease-fire is shaky.

They've said the cease-fire's gonna blow up for years.

Right. And if it does, then the fighting would be over the dmz,

and we will be stuck in an active war zone.

But I've looked everywhere else, in both countries...

And Manhattan is the only place I haven't been able to get into.

Until you.

You don't know what you're in for.

I know that my son might be in there, and that I'd rather be stuck

in an active war zone than be out here, wishing I could look for him.

You're getting me in there tonight.

Head down. Keep up.

Wait a second.

Have they been authorized?

All right. Bring out your things.

A guy back there was saying, they usually know the rotation 48 hours out.

But last night, they only got their post for the day.

He's worried either we're being found out, or something bigger is going on.

So we only get 24 hours.

We're late getting back, we're dead on sight.

You miss the rendezvous, you're stuck here,

at least until my next go.

- When's that? - I go in about every 45 days.

One rule:

You do not say a fucking word about this to anyone inside.

Okay? Do not mention my name.

Yeah.

Do you see that? No soldier can get past that.

If even one of their bullets passes that line,

the cease-fire is fucked, and we're back to full-out war.

- What's your plan? - I'm gonna start with what I know.

An urgent care clinic I worked at before all of this.

Yeah, good luck with that.

You have no idea what you're walking into.

You're on your own.

Meet me right back here at 4:00 am,

not one second later.

My advice: Stay downtown. There's nothing uptown but looters,

shut-ins and lunatics.

It's people at their worst. Stick to your cover story.

You're taking care of an elderly couple in the financial district.

Good luck.

I know you're scared.

I used to be scared too, till I realized it ain't worth it anymore.

We can die a million ways each day,

so, what's the point?

Found yourself a place yet?

Ain't fair, odi, but you gotta grow up.

You gotta have a plan.

You can't live alone uptown. There's nothing left here for you.

You need community. Be a man and ask the nurse. She's got a room.

Kid living up here with a stinky old grandpa...

It ain't right.

Good luck.

Everything good?

I say so, baby. Thought you'd wanna know.

Everyone showed. Six of the eight major crews.

Hey.

Try this.

Mmm.

It's good.

- Salty. - Salty? Get the fuck outta here, man.

That's Fleur de sel.

Know how much that bite would have cost you before all of this?

Yo, we need to talk about your platform. Election strategy, man.

Get ahead of this, before someone else does, huh?

All right, look, bro. I get into all that, it's gonna spook.

So, for now, I'MMA keep it close.

It's your play.

I know.

Chingon.

Stay.

People at their worst.

Wanna game, lady?

- You'll be all right. Calm down, okay? - Yeah.

Can I help you?

Uh, yes. I'm looking for whoever is in charge in here.

You found me.

I need a utility cart outside. There's a gunshot wound.

On it.

- What do you want? - I just would...

Like to go through your patient logs. I'll stay out of your way.

- Who are you? - My name is Alma Ortega.

- I used to work here... - Behind you!

This is a room four, Rose.

Are you a doctor?

Can you suture a brachial artery?

- I don't have time. - Help me. I'll give you my patient logs.

Three. Two. One.

- Who's this? - A medic,

who can suture better than I can. Go field someone from the bottleneck outside.

- Josh, take this. - Um, name's Brandon.

Forceps, needle and thread are on the table.

Okay.

- These village militia do this? - Their cousin, angel.

Promised to cut my throat open.

- I'm fucking dead. - Shh.

- Stay here as long as you need. - They'll come for me.

No. You are safe here, I promise.

Okay? You're going to be fine.

Now, Brandon,

this isn't gonna hurt any more than it already does, you're good for it.

Now, bite into this, and squeeze her hand.

You got me? One. Two. Three.

Okay! And, we go out...

And, we're pinched.

- And he's out. - Okay. All right.

Yeah.

Okay.

All right.

Are the records still down the hall, last door on the right?

Black binders on the desk go back six years.

Can I have one?

Take it.

Hey, family! What's happening? Everybody good?

- Looks good, my man. - Yeah, man. I need a word with you later.

You bet.

Everybody, put your hands together for the one and only, parco delgado.

Hey, everybody! Whatta day, huh?

Now, this right here, this is something special.

Yeah!

For the first time, all of us here, together.

Yeah!

I wanna greet our friends from the bowery protectorate...

The westside kollectiv...

El caminos muerto...

Mercer street.

The two-four...

- Two-four. - And, of course,

my one and only, kings.

Now, check this out. I don't know about you,

but it seems to me, that we've been taking our cues from the folks across the rivers

for too long.

Our own crews right here, claiming to be us patriots,

fsa loyalists, got us all at each other's throats.

Now, they call this a dmz, right?

So-called "demilitarized zone?"

- But this ain't no neutral territory. - No.

- This is abandonment. - Yeah!

They walled us in!

- Yeah! - They turned their backs on us.

Our own people did that... To us... to you.

Yeah.

- And we still taking sides? - No.

That's why I'm running for governor of the dmz.

Keep this unity going, folks.

- We will be our own state. - Yeah.

- People out there will take note. - Yes.

- This will be your dmz! - Yeah!

Alright, look, look, look!

I'm out. But we got a fresh hunt on the grills,

plenty of home brew.

Hang out and have fun. We'll be doing this all day.

Nice goin'.

- Skel here, yet? - Nah. I checked.

Aight.

That ain'tjust paint on your hand.

What did he do?

Was rude.

Stupid on him.

Two years ago, my daddy was rude to you.

Stupid on him too.

And as we continue to take sides against one another in here,

to all my sisters and brothers in the dmz, I say, "keep it safe, keep it level."

And always, keep it dope.

Queen dope here on radio dmz...

- Who you looking for? - My son, Christian Ortega.

He have a dad in the picture?

He was locked up when the troops marched in, ninth precinct.

Yikes. No inmates survived that. Where you from?

- Financial district. - Ruins? That's a kill zone.

I was taking care of an elderly couple for the past six years.

Hardly ever went out.

They just passed, so, just a little bit disconnected.

Are there any other clinics around?

Nope. Just us.

With the us aid drops gone, strapped for meds.

In a few days, we'll just have people shitting themselves

to death on my doorstep.

- You do make a difference. - Even when we are stuck

between two fucking warring armies, with guns trained on us,

people around here can't see past killing each other, for better standing.

This makes you wonder.

Wait. Here.

Christian. The last name's smudged out, but...

This Christian could be anyone.

It was four years ago, so...

You're not gonna find him looking through paper.

You should start with the traders. They know everyone in here.

I'm gonna see about meds that I can trade for.

You can come, if you want.

Yo, miss Rose.

Hey, odi.

- What you doing out here? - This is my friend. You good?

Eh. You know, no meds, no supplies.

No clue how I'm going to make it to tomorrow.

Still got bread and cheese, right?

You hungry?

Thanks, lady.

Yo, we gonna do this or not?

Come on.

I'm still coming back for my grilled cheese, though.

All right. I'll see you later. Stay out of trouble.

I'll try. Later, miss Rose.

Cute kid.

Five years ago, I nursed him back from the brink. Cholera.

And then one day he started eating again, I made him this grilled cheese,

and now he comes by, pretty much every day. That's all he wants.

Gave him the wrong idea, but how do you say no?

You don't.

Yeah.

That's what they mean when they talk about democracy.

Killers like skel, and his public hit list.

If you're not crossed out, you're next.

Rip Michael Bauer.

Is that why you carry that gun with you everywhere?

We are in a fucking war zone.

I sleep with this gun in my hand.

Let's go through here. Shortcut.

This place is pretty much abandoned.

Just watch your back.

People won't hesitate to kill you for whatever you've got,

even if this place is protected by Wilson lin.

- Wilson lin? - Yeah.

I knew a Wilson lin.

We worked together in presbyterian hospital. He was an orderly.

The Wilson lin?

Mans his own army out of the yunnu tea room?

Everyone was someone before the war, none of it matters now.

You think he'll win?

Wilson?

Uh, I mean, he could. You never know.

I haven't really been keeping up to speed on all of it.

Everything's good? How did the thing go with the Chinese?

I'm going to be getting intel on more caches soon.

Good. Thank you.

I'm, uh, glad you made it.

Got a good turnout.

- Everyone behaving? - Yeah, so far.

But it's nice though, you know, people getting together like this.

It's important. 'Cause you know what'll kill you in this place?

Solitude.

And here we are. Election in six days.

That's when we got to stick together the most.

And here's the truth...

I ain't nothing without you. Okay, kid? You got family. You got me. Remember that.

'Cause solitude will kill you too, you keep hanging alone.

Hey, you hear me?

Let's get going. I need you with me now.

Freeze, motherfucker.

What?

Wasting your time on peon desks. Got to hit the offices with a view.

Freeze, motherfucker.

No fucking way.

Thanks.

Come on. We are almost there.

Look, I know the traders might have some leads, but...

Would Wilson know if my son is in the dmz?

Yeah. But Wilson is not an option.

Yunnu tea room? Is that where I'll find him?

You can't get to him. And even if you could,

you don't let a man like that get his hooks into you.

You would know that if you were from here.

You've been living in a kill zone,

and you're only now just looking for your son?

You're from outside. Can you get me out? Can you get me out?

Motherfucker! Get back here.

- Alma! - Stop, you piece of shit.

Alma, stop! Let him go!

You're getting too close to the river. C'mon, stop!

This is a hot zone!

God damn it. Alma, stay low!

{gunshofl -

Rose?

Rose?

Oh!

Rose, pressure. Put pressure.

Walkie in my bag, call the ambulance.

This is Rose. Anyone copy? Over.

This is Rose. Anyone there?

Copy. Rose. What's going on?

My friend from the two-four.

Hey, you know what I love about this guy?

One look at his face and I know exactly where his loyalty lies.

Thank you for making the time to meet me.

- So? - I can't offer the two-four's support.

I just thought I should tell you that in person.

Huh.

It's almost like you're leaving me at the altar, Jordan.

Word is you're going to offer us gold.

- And the two-four... - Two-four!

Ain't for sale.

So... I didn't want to make a scene, but...

Hey, he didn't want to make a scene.

Right. So.

Listen, man.

You got to know this isn't ideal for me, bro.

But I'll tell you what, I'll accept it.

If you can walk out of here.

Yeah, that's right.

Hey, relax. Everybody relax.

Come on, man, it ain't gotta be like this.

All right, everybody relax. Okay?

Listen, there's three hundred thousand people in the dmz.

I can't just kill you off because you won't get in line.

No one's hurting anyone.

Exceptyou

and skel.

Yeah.

Just make it to the door.

All right.

Fuckit

Come on, son. Let's get it.

Let's go, j!

Yeah!

Come on. Come on.

- Two-four. - Two-four!

J, get up!

Get up. Get up.

Let's go, j! Get up, man!

Come on, Jordan. Get up, man, get up.

Door's right there, Jordan.

No, my man. Let him handle it.

Okay, that's enough.

He got to be able to get up.

Take that.

You gonna throw the full weight of the two-four behind me.

And when I buy you and your feathenneight crew...

Say thank you.

Could have just shot him in the foot, you know?

Why waste a bullet?

Welcome back.

Bullet went through clean, nicked your sma.

No major organ damage.

Oh, thank god.

You're all sewed up.

Got you on ampicillin.

I gotta go.

I'll be back.

In the meantime...

- Brought you your gun. - Hmm.

You'll sleep better with that. I'm so sorry, Rose.

Rest up, okay. I'll be back.

Hey, um, excuse me, I need to see Wilson.

I'm not carrying.

My name is Alma Ortega.

Wilson's not expecting you.

Wait, is he here?

Wilson, I just need to talk.

My name is Alma Ortega.

I'm hoping that...

You're not getting past me.

Are you fucking kidding me?

It's good to see you, Wilson.

Can you believe me, huh?

I honestly can't.

Look at this place.

Open floor plan. Great vibe.

You have bodyguards now.

Yeah, and they do exactly what I say.

- Huh. - Hey, how about that mai lin, huh?

Complete psychopath. Real name's Jessica.

You want to know how to inspire loyalty?

You baptize someone with a new badass name.

She'd have killed you.

It's all just a little on the nose.

Yeah, and it works.

People don't give a shit about how relatable or down to earth a leader is.

They want spectacle. Mmm?

I mean, come on.

I'm sorry, it's just a lot to process.

Remember when you used to peddle weed and pills from the hospital pharmacy.

You'd tell me every day, how well I wore my scrubs.

God damn, you wore those scrubs well.

You were a harmless flirt and cute.

You mean powerless.

Maybe. Yeah.

What the fuck, man?

How are you...

All of this?

There was this bank manager I knew growing up.

Yeah, I watched him deny my guardian

a bank loan, maybe 20 times. Same guy.

So, when everyone's going nuts, evacuating,

igota gun.

I walked down the street to his bank

and I told him that I wouldn't blow his head off

if he and his employees all left right then.

And then?

They walked out.

Yeah. They left the bank's entire gold and cash reserve, right there.

You know, after that, it was like a switch flipped, you know.

And this new guy took over.

I mean, this Wilson... this Wilson would have asked you out way earlier.

Remember that night? Hmm?

I do.

Come on. You were into it. You were into it.

You...

I was having a very stressful night that night.

Yeah, and I just happened to be the thing

that was standing right in front of you.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. - Yes, right there.

It's okay.

It's good to see you, Alma.

You know I can't... I can't speak with anyone like this.

Now that I've become a shrewd ruler.

And Alma, I am shrewd as fuck.

I mean...

I can read a person like a ten cent comic, you know?

Like the people here, they just want to be left alone.

For the first time ever, people have been able to decide

what it is they truly care about.

For me, that's Chinatown.

All these other ding-dongs jockey to rule the island.

Meanwhile, I've got money,

muscle, leverage. And I focus it all in my 12 square blocks.

I've rebuilt this into my Eden.

It's fucking mayberry in here.

So, you came in with this underground railroad lunatic?

Franklin, is it?

How do you know that?

Alma, I know everything here.

Yeah?

Well, I'm looking for my son,

I don't even know if he's here.

We got separated on day one, and it's why I came to see you.

I remember your kid.

He was cute.

Yeah, he was.

And I've been all over the two countries looking for him.

But I never got a chance to canvass for him here.

So you haven't seen him...

Or heard of him...

Have you?

His name is Christian Ortega.

What can I offer?

You need to get somewhere?

Take my driver.

Christian, you want some more farina?

I made extra.

Can I help you?

No, no, no, no.

Help. Nicole!

You trying to be brave, too?

Wake up, Rose!

Please. Please wake up. Wake up.

Oh, god!

It's grilled cheese, right?

Found butter in the fridge.

I don't know how Rose made it, but my son liked it

a little crispy.

It sounds good.

Everything okay back there?

Not really, no.

Sorry.

- Is Rose here? - No.

She's not.

It's cool. I'll just ask her another time.

It's odi, right?

Yeah. You got a middle name?

You don't want to know my first name?

I like to know people's middle names.

- I can't remember mine. - I don't really like my middle name.

Come on.

Fine.

- Zarella. - Zarella?

Mmm-hmm.

How many people do you know with that middle name?

None, actually.

Gotta celebrate that. It's cool.

Zarella. Zarella.

I think I'm gonna call you... zee.

Oh. I almost forgot.

Rose said she needed supplies.

Maybe we can use them for tubes or bandages or... something.

That's really thoughtful.

Thank you.

What happened to your face?

Gotjumped. Union square west.

I pawned some stuff I found.

They wanted the money.

Let me see. Oh, it got you really good.

Come here.

Sorry.

It really hurts.

This will make you feel better.

Promise.

There.

It smells like it's done.

Okay. Yep. Ooh. Perfect.

I gotta go.

I think that you should go home, too.

Good luck.

You too.

I'm here. I'm home.

You can't leave all day like that.

You got responsibilities.

Did you find a place... to ask the nurse?

Boy, you need to ask that damn nurse.

You and I both know I'm holding you back.

You need to open your eyes and see things as they are,

and then move on.

Kid living alone like this.

It ain't right.

- Aydee willem. - Here.

- Jessica erenhurst. - Here.

Simon boudrie.

You barely made it.

Michael Bauer and Richard Ortiz.

Yeah.

Come on, let's go.

Michael Bauer?

Did I see your name on skel's wall?

Yeah. About a month ago, parco was muscling in on my crew.

I said he was full of shit.

- Who? - Parco.

- Parco who? - Delgado, man.

Spanish Harlem kings.

Anyway,

the next thing I know, his kid writes me up on his wall.

Hold on. Who do you say wrote you up?

Skel.

But you called him something else.

What? Parco's son?

You know that psycho's next in line to run the kings, the boogey man himself.

Shit. This war better be over before that can happen.

Hey, assholes! Walk.

Or the us army is going to be all over us.

Have you seen him?

- Yeah. Once. - How old is he?

Twenty-three. Twenty-four.

I don't know. How old's the devil?

I said walk.

I have to go back.

Look, you've heard what those people said about that guy.

Skel is not the son you remember.

That's for me to decide.

I have to get him out.

Fine. You know, I don't have time for this.

You're on your own.

Look out!

Get her!

She's gonna get to the line!

Do not cross that line.

Hold your fire.

Let her go. She's dead in there anyway.

Stupid on you, lady.

Now you're dead.

Not anymore.