Mayor of Kingstown

That'll do.

Good job, kid. - Thank you.

All right.

Here you go.

You know where to go? - Yes, sir.

Get to it.

This is never what I wanted.

Never where I thought I'd be.

But then I'd never been anywhere else.

A little further, past that tree.

Even when they sent me away,

they just sent me right back here.

- Every member of my family fights this fight

in one way or another.

And so does every family who calls Kingstown home.

So do a lot of families who will never call it home,

but they live here anyway.

Waiting. Always waiting.

You drop somethin'?

- Now it's up to me to keep the rats in the cage content.

And the keepers from becoming rats, themselves.

This is a company town

and the business is incarceration.

Seven prisons in a 10-mile radius.

20,000 lost souls with no hope, no future.

And I'm their link to a world that doesn't want them.

I'm the life raft.

I'm the mayor of Kingstown.

- Now he's got all these fucking guards hangin' out

around his cell like a bunch of fuckin' vultures.

I told you last week to get him fuckin' transferred.

- Do I look like the warden to you?

He hit a fuckin' guard.

- So help me, if any of these bastards punks my kid-

You'll what?

What are you gonna do, Walter?

Huh? Just 'cause you pay us,

you think you can talk to him like that?

Is that it?

Who the fuck do ya think you're talkin' to?

- The mayor. - Yeah, you're fuckin' right.

I'm sorry.

- Look, we had your kid in protection, right?

But he's got a big fuckin' mouth and not much common sense,

so what do you want?

He's in Ad Seg.

Believe me, that's the safest place he can be.

Your kid fractured that guard's jaw.

But when they throw the book at him,

they don't want some beat-to-shit 17-year-old

in front of that judge, so, he's fine for now.

But he's gotta understand and you've gotta understand,

he's gettin' another five years on that sentence.

And he's gotta come to grips with the fact

that his only protection is with the whites,

and he's gonna have to play ball to get it.

And that means he keeps his mouth shut

and he does what he's supposed to do.

Because if he doesn't, he's gonna end up

somebody's girl for the next decade.

Be sure to make that clear to him.

Sorry. He's my son.

- Well, maybe next time don't have him cookin' up meth

in the Caraway campground. How 'bout that?

Look, tell you what.

You tell him to rope a sheet.

If it looks like they're gonna punk him,

you have him noose up before bed check.

They'll put him on suicide watch.

It'll keep him on the warden's radar.

- Okay. - Let's go.

Jackass.

We got a meet at the Carriage House.

You wanna bring this up?

- That kid's gotten all the fuckin' help

we're gonna give him. - Good.

- Yep? - Is there anyone out there

with somethin' I gotta hear right now?

- No more than usual. - Good.

Then we're gonna be back in an hour.

- Oh wait, um, remember Milo Center?

His wife's here.

- What does she want? - Wouldn't tell me.

All right.

You go on, I'll see what this is.

You sure?

- Yeah, if she's here Milo sent her.

Okay.

- Vera. - Mitch.

- How's Milo? - Good. Ya know, counting.

It's a little early for that.

He's an optimist.

- Well, tell me. What can I do for him?

- He needs something moved. Could you close that?

No one can hear us out there.

- I don't mind the smoke. Please.

All right.

- I leave for Estonia tomorrow night

and I must take it with me. - It?

Well, I gotta know what I'm pickin' up.

From that thing.

You know.

- All of it? - He said 10,000 for you.

- This is a little outside of what we do.

I'm gonna have to hear from Milo.

Make sure that you're not cookin' this up yourself.

No offense.

- He said he could call after 3:00.

- Have you got the where and all that?

Oh, a map.

Is there gonna be an X on the ground?

Or maybe he has a GPS coordinate, or-

Milo said no electronics.

He would like you to make a copy and I keep this one.

- Thank you. This is far.

County took the land.

They will auction it off next month.

- Is there anyone out there? - Milo said no.

- All right. We'll get it tonight.

Thank you.

So tomorrow?

Thanks, Mitch.

- Damn, there's some fine-ass women in this motherfucker.

This place, 20,000 inmates

and 40,000 people to babysit them,

feed them, teach them.

And when they get out, employ them

or convince them to leave 'cause this place is full.

- Oh, hi honey. - Any for me?

- Big booth. - Okay, thanks.

- I'm not takin' this shit any more.

You show up and do your fuckin' job.

- Hey. - Hey man, what's up?

- How are ya? - Good to see ya buddy.

I need coffee.

Thanks, I'm dyin' here.

Thank you.

I saw um, I saw your ex the other day.

- Oh f-- If there was any justice,

she was ridin' the brass pole at the Elephant, please tell me.

- Nah, man, Agnes does not

have the temperament to be strippin'.

She was with that douchebag

from the public defender's office, that prick.

- Oh God, I hope she marries that fuck soon.

- Yeah, she thought you had no money.

- Hey, you gonna deal with both of my family functions.

- No, no, that's you. - Not me, no, no, no, nope.

- All right, what do we got? Jim?

- Um, my fuckin' family. - Uh-huh.

- My nephew, Sam. - What? He just started.

- Mm-hmm. - Three months ago?

- And they got him pretty good. - Who?

- The blacks. - How?

- I don't know. Somethin' about

one of them always joking with him,

buddying up, asking him to mail a letter home.

Some other bullshit about another guard blockin' his mail.

He did it. - What a cherry.

Geez, didn't you prep him any better than this?

But he's fuckin' 22, Mike.

He thinks these pieces of shit are his brothers.

These kids, they don't, they don't get it, man.

They just, they don't see it.

- Yeah, well, they fuckin' got him now.

Okay? - Yeah.

Who's the inmate?

This piece of shit.

- He got a gang outside? - Yeah, he's Crip.

- Okay, well, there ya go. That's good news, right?

There's always this sanction thing.

We're fine, right? And the inmate's

not tryin' to put your nephew in his pocket, right?

You know, all right, look.

If your nephew sent a letter to any guy in the juice,

then I'll get the thing back.

But we're gonna have to make a trade for it.

So is swing shift the best time to launch a ball?

- Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. - And look, everybody's onboard.

All right, it's not like we all, we all haven't been there.

- Just make sure there's no Rambos in the turrets, okay?

If I get this letter, they're gonna pick

the day and the time. So, we got to be ready.

For somethin' like this, I'm sure it's gonna be tarred.

Just make sure we have our people in the yard.

Okay? No fuckin' subs. - It's not a problem.

Our whole fuckin' unit runs the place, except SIS.

It's fine, Mike.

- I don't want any sweeps, none of that shit

'cause I gotta let everybody know of this, all right?

Your nephew, gonna have a target on his back for a while.

- Once we get this handled, we'll put him up in a tower.

Okay? He'll be fine.

- Yeah, well, I don't know about that

because he'll probably wanna start shootin' people

left, right and center.

- As long as he shoots the right fool.

Hey, I'll handle it.

Okay? - Yeah.

- Let's go. - Thanks, Mike.