Mayor of Kingstown

-Previously on Mayor of Kingstown...

-What's this? - A gift.

- Gifts usually come with strings.

Not this one.

Wanna party?

Breakfast.

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

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

Bring the leaders--

just the leaders of each group--

to the cafeteria.

Do I have your word there will be no retribution

against the other groups?

I need peace in the valley.

-So let's talk about my favor.

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.

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

It's in a case.

The case is metal.

Look for metal.

- The suspense is killing me. This is taking fucking forever.

- Stevie, you know a faster way to dig?

Backhoe.

You want to put a 40-ton Cat on top of an 8-ton bus?

Think about that.

- I just want to see what's inside.

I don't give a fuck how they dig it out.

- You don't wanna see what's inside, I promise you.

Mike, you know about this?

- I don't even know what the fuck this is.

- Did Mitch? - No.

- Is that a you're sure no or you hope no?

I hope no.

Well, that's fucking great.

- Yeah. - Yeah, real fucking great.

- Explain to me how you found this.

- It's, uh, Milo said metal case.

So I got a metal detector. That's what I found.

- Pretty big case, wouldn't you say?

- Yeah. I don't think this is what he wanted me to find.

Homicide, you're up.

- Here we go, gentlemen, let's do it.

- All right, I'm gonna break it. Fuck this.

Fucking Jesus Christ!

- Shit! Mike? - Yeah?

- You got any smokes? - Shit.

This fucking job...

- It's Lyme. We got Lyme.

Aw, fuck me!

Hey.

You all right?

- No, Mike. I'm not all right.

I count 26.

You count 26 what?

Twenty-six bodies.

- I'd put the crime photographer in a Hazmat suit,

get him to just video this scene.

Then we get the coroner's office, move the bodies.

We do our initial finds at the fucking morgue.

We should do it here.

- I'm not going in that fucking thing again, all right?

You want it done here, you do it.

That's what I thought. Stevie? Let's go.

Hey.

It's the Chalk girl.

You sure?

These are the missing victims.

These are James Parker's victims.

- That's why they call him the Spider.

Yeah, we did.

- The hole Milo dug for himself just got deeper.

- Yeah, I think he might've dug a hole for us.

Mike, if you fall in it,

don't fucking drag us down there with you.

- With regards to Mr. Sunter, I know where we stand.

Where do you stand?

Look, I don't see motive.

Don't see opportunity, at least.

Not directly.

But the circumstantial evidence is pretty damning.

It's his land.

He threatened Mike to move something from this property.

And the circumstantial evidence points to him committing

multiple felonies to force Mike to do it.

I don't see a prosecutable case from this.

But...

I mean...

Let me get the bodies to the morgue, Evelyn.

Let me find you something you can work with.

I want him moved to county.

I want to spin his head a bit.

Then I want that son of a bitch in front of a judge by Monday.

Ian. You want this?

Fuck no, I don't want it.

- Well, it's yours anyway. Take Kyle and Stevie.

Rush jobs never hold up in court, Evelyn.

Let's do this right so it sticks.

- Let's do this right. Let's do it fast.

Walk with me, please?

Yeah.

Look, I don't believe in luck.

And if I did, I would not believe that you had any.

- I can't argue with you there. - Yeah, so,

how did you stumble upon the crime of the decade?

He wanted me to.

Why would he want that, Mike?

I don't know.

- Well, you better figure it out before someone else does.

And when you do, you come straight to me,

because you know what you look like right now?

You look like a big fucking patsy.

I'm thinking the same thing.

- Hey, I hope you're hungry. I ordered you a filet.

- Mike, Mike, Mike! Stop with the gangster shit!

Yeah.

Send me on a gangster errand,

gangster shit's what you're gonna get, okay?

- Did you find the case? - The metal case, right?

- Yeah. - Yeah, yeah. I found it.

You know what's in it? Twenty-six fucking bodies

wrapped in a fucking cocoon, Paul!

- You found what? - Yeah, yeah.

No, I got a lot of problems.

But stuttering is not fucking one of 'em!

- Bodies? - Yeah! I'm surprised too.

Mike, no, no, no, no, no.

That's not what you were supposed to find.

But that's what I found.

Oh, shit.

Okay, okay, look.

I'm gonna tell you something.

Okay.

- There is a substantial... oh, fuck me.

All right, look.

His only avenue of release is not through an appeal, okay?

He has another way.

And that way is $14 million in bearer bonds.

You have to go back out. You have to find--

Are you kidding me?

There's 50 cops out there right now.

As soon as the feds show up, they're gonna park a goddamn

satellite right above that property, okay?

You know, it doesn't fucking matter.

You know what fucking matters?

Your client is gonna be charged with accessory to capital murder

times twenty-fucking-six.

And then when they're done with that,

they're gonna charge him with capital murder

times three federal fucking agents.

They're gonna be so tired of charging this motherfucker,

they're gonna forget all about the kidnapping charges, right?

The guy's done! Fucking done and so am I!

- My client has been in prison for nine years, Mike.

How on earth are they gonna connect him with anything, huh?

I mean, he's in solitary confinement.

He is allowed one phone call a week, which is recorded.

He has no computer, no cell phone, nothing.

- Don't talk to me like a fucking lawyer, please.

I just talked to him two days ago.

- Where's the proof of that, Mike?

I mean, PD certainly has your phone.

They've already released your call records.

If they had any--any proof of--of any connection on that

phone call between you and Milo,

I wouldn't be here talking to you right now

because I would be at his arraignment.

They have nothing and they never will.

I'm being set up.

I'm fucking being set up.

Fucking being set up.

I know it.

If they try to pin me against the wall for something

that this fucking lunatic has done, they fucking--

you know what? I'm not gonna go after Milo.

I'm gonna come after you, motherfucker.

If I'm gonna go to prison, it's gonna be for something

I fucking did, you understand me?

And you have my word I'm gonna do it to you.

You fucking hear me?

If you don't know what's really going on right now,

you better figure it the fuck out, you understand?

And when you do, I'm gonna be your first fucking phone call.

- Right. - Yeah. Phone call.

Aw, damn it.

- Hey, you mind if I smoke in your car?

-I mean, I'd rather you didn't.

But if it's been that kind of day...

It's been that kind of a day.

What happened?

Well, where do I start?

-How about the beginning?

I lost in the parent lottery.

And it went downhill ever since.

-Maybe this will cheer you up.

I found a new office. - Yeah, well, it doesn't.

But I'll take it.

-Meet me at the old office and I'll run you over.

Yeah, all right.