Barbarians at the Gate

Bunny's drugs were fucked with.

You're gonna have to fucking pivot, here. Okay?

You have to cut a deal with the Mexicans, get some clean supply.

So, anybody new in town?

Yeah, his name's Konstantin Noskov.

Russian out of Brighton Beach here to clean up after Milo.

Where are you gonna put your loyalty next?

Mike McLusky is a criminal.

It's not like he didn't even the score.

What does that mean?

- I found the rat. - You're kidding me.

- It's Ben Morrissey. - You know, the next fucking

innocent that Robert kills is on your head!

Jesus Christ.

Turn the engine off.

You resisted arrest, assaulted an officer.

- What you got? - I can make it work.

No option not to, brother.

Dad! Stop! Stop!

Mary, Mother of God...

It's gonna be okay.

I don't even know what to call this fucking depravity.

Beyond sin, that's for goddamn sure.

Come on.

You don't have to watch this, come on.

Hey, where you at?

I'm here. Where the fuck are you?

He's good, he's with me.

What are you walking me in to here?

Milo's girl from fucking Cavo.

- Tatiana? - Yeah. Executed.

Three in the back, one in the head.

They threw the fucking body in the garbage.

Who's they?

Mikey, that's not the worst of it.

They threw the baby in there with her.

- The what? - Baby.

Kid's alive, barely. Well, hell, God knows how long

it was fucking starving in that frozen fucking garbage.

It gnawed on its own fucking hands.

It's not an it, Ian, it's a him, it's a boy.

I mean, this is her though, yeah?

Oh, fuck.

- Yeah, coroner's on his way. - Who found her?

Homeless guy. Saved the kid from the fucking rats.

Two of Milo's soldiers got dropped by the river last night,

and now her.

- It's that fucking Cossack. - Konstantin.

Fuck yeah, it's Noskov, it's him.

Fuck, he's cleaning fucking house.

Okay.

Hey, Mike. Fuck.

I want you to run the plates on Milo's car,

see if you can get a hit.

Oh, Mike. I thought you were cool,

Iris getting out of town. Come on.

I am. I just want to make sure she did.

We got to be worried about that?

Yeah, I think we got to be fucking worried.

Fuck.

All right, let's go.

You Konstantin?

- Hey. Come back around. - Which one of you did it?

Was it you?

Who did it? Was it you? Huh?

What fresh hell is this?

Get the fuck off.

You Konstantin?

Throwing babies in the fucking garbage?

You got my attention.

You don't want that.

You come to this town, you kill Milo

and anyone he works with,

so who's next on your fucking list?

You're Milo's patsani.

That makes so much more sense.

You're Michael McLusky.

I know your name.

I know your reputation.

Animals lead with cock or claw.

But y-you know this, Michael, don't you, hmm?

Because you're an animal.

I don't think you want to find out.

- Is it a warning? - No more dead bodies.

Or...?

Now I'm getting annoyed.

Take this out, before the pigs come in.

Welcome to Kingstown.

- What the fuck are you thinking? Jesus Christ, Mike.

Tell me you got something on these motherfuckers, tell me.

This fucker is un-fucking-touchable.

- That doesn't exist, Ian. - Mike, I told you that.

It's untouchable.

Just figure this out, or I will.

Callahan.

Speakin' fucking Mexican.

Callahan!

The warden would like to see you.

Well, that took no fucking time.

Motherfucker, what I see is a gang

of motherfucking cracker screws trying to...

put us in boxes.

That's what I see.

Now, look, if we need to go back to back,

Bunny's got you.

That's word.

How the mighty have fallen.

That's Samuel.

The passage.

But I was never mighty, Kareem.

I'm a humble motherfucker.

It's "Warden" now.

Yeah. I clocked the suit.

You give up Millhaven 'cause you're a humble motherfucker?

Well, you know, I'm gettin' on.

Got a niece nearby I never met.

New facility, Millhaven, with humane amenities.

Bigger cells and better food, sure.

Not terrible, far as it goes.

And you gave all that up-- your trusty privileges,

the fancy library, the grub...

They got a farming program.

...farming program-- for this shit?

Home's where the heart is, Warden.

Guess my heart's here.

Timing's suspect, Merle. You transfer, Gunner drops?

Gunner's got nothing to do with me.

That was old business between him and Head is what I hear.

Nobody ran it by you?

I just fucking got here.

And yet all those pasty fucks already drafting behind you.

Respect for one's elders.

Well, you're a veteran,

you have respect.

You keep...

doing the easy time you've been doing.

You don't?

you'll regret coming back.

Every fucking day.

Amor fati.

Sure, Merle.

100%.

Just saying.

I made peace with my fate.

I'm gonna die in here.

In my cell, on the yard, however.

My terms, though.

My way.

Can you say the same?

Garro, Valentine.

Greene, Aliya.

Williams, Caroline.

Hey.

They called your name.

Oh, shit, what?

Rest of you get comfortable.

Boy, got something for you.

- You're mine, bitch! - Fuck!

What's up, bitch?

Where you going?

Motherfucker!

Come here, man!

Fuck.

Get back up here!

Can I help you?

I ain't figure you for this low-rent shit, Mike.

The fuck you doing? You can't be seen here.

I was in the neighborhood, man. Get in.

And give me two seconds.

Crackers made a move on Raph.

He good?

Lost a little blood, but, you know,

he battled his way out of that shit.

I thought people'd be too scared to go after him?

Don't throw that shit in my face, man.

Well... he make that deal?

Colombians.

Shit cost me extra five figures. That's on you.

Hey, I told you how it was gonna go.

You ain't tell me nothing about no fucking five figures, Mike.

Are you worried about Raphael,

or are you worried about the money?

Yo, I worry about every fucking thing, Mike.

- Same as you. - Yeah.

Well, Raphael's gonna be fine. They went after him,

they fucking missed.

So just double down on protection.

It's not gonna happen again. I'll talk to the guards.

Put a leash on your cracker barrel brothers, too, man.

Hey, they're not my brothers.

They under new management, man. Show your influence.

What are you talking about?

Gunner got got by his fucking own.

- When? - Aw, man.

Mayor Mike, you slipping, dawg.

Hey, fuck you. When?

A couple days back.

In visitation.

They suffocated that fool right in front of his kid.

She watched the whole thing through the glass,