Mayor of Kingstown

-Previously on "Mayor of Kingstown".

Oh shit.

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.

-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?

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.

- 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.

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.

-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.

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.

- 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.

-Dawson Sellick. - Paul Dawson.

-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.

Why me?

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

-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.

-All right, fine. How about tomorrow?

How about in an hour?

I'll call you back.

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.

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.

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.

- 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.