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-So who sent you? - Milo. He's my boss.

I'm gonna give you a year.

- Year to what? - Live.

- You know, I'm stronger than you think.

No you're not.

I need, uh, Carlos Jimenez.

- Carlos runs the Locos, right? I got a warrant.

- What for? - Child support payments.

- He's at the ranch. -It's over off Persimmon.

It's where they got their dogs they fight in there.

If you see him, pick him up on that warrant.

Y'all got the wrong cell, cuz.

- Everything you have I gave you.

And now I'm taking it all back. - Why?

Because you asked for more.

Put him in ad seg.

- What the fuck were you doing in there, huh?

Hey, get back.

- I'm looking for, uh, Detective McLusky.

He's my brother.

Are you a cop?

I didn't fucking think so. Get behind the line.

- Hey, Mike. - Hey.

I'm by the coroner's van.

Can you, uh, come get me? Cops won't let me in.

All right, I gotcha, I gotcha.

Yo.

- How are you doin'? - Hey man,

they ain't done with 'em yet, so we gotta hang back.

Okay.

- What were you doing? Huh?

- What's up, Mike? - Hey, bud.

Tell me. Tell me.

Hey. Do you work here?

- 'Til about an hour ago. - What happened?

- My boss started shooting at those guys over there,

and they killed him.

What about this guy over here?

I don't know.

You want one?

Fuck it.

--fucking staring at?

I want my fucking union rep, you fucking dick.

What the fuck?

- It's my responsibility to determine

if this was a legal shooting, not your union rep.

He shot at us!

- You didn't identify yourselves as police officers!

Fuck you!

- Hey, hey, hey! What's going on?

What are you doing?

You know you can't interview these guys

until there's a written report from the watch commander.

Are you the watch commander?

- No, I'm just a witness--to you violating their rights.

- I'm entitled to canvass the scene

of any officer-involved shooting.

- Well, that's the scene right there,

with a dead guy and the fucking yellow tape.

- If we do this at the station, it's official.

It's recorded. Keep that in mind.

Here is the best place to work this out.

- What the fuck are you doing here?

- What the fuck are you doing here?

I'm looking after my brother.

Your brother's fine, Mike.

The clerk had a rough night, though.

- Yeah, maybe he shouldn't shoot the customers.

And hey, by the way, defense counsel here,

as you observe this interview-- even if you had a case,

and now you don't, want to give us a minute?

- You're gonna figure it all out, Mike?

Best I can.

- Then give it your best shot. - Thank you.

Hey. You okay? - Yeah, I'm fucking fine.

- I'm fine too, Mike. Thanks for asking.

- Yeah, way to defuse the situation, Ian.

- I don't know what to tell ya. I fucking went in the back door.

The tweaker's sitting right behind Kyle at the table.

As soon as I step outta that hallway,

the fucking pizza guy--

the pizza guy unloads a pistol at my head--

Yeah, we had no choice, Mike.

- Look, look, I'm not questioning that, okay?

Was, uh, was the tweaker armed?

- Yeah, he had a knife, crack pipe, and two dollars.

Anybody run the pizza guy?

- No, I didn't, but I'm sure somebody did.

- --tats all the way up his arm, Mike.

He's selling more meth than he is fucking pepperoni.

- Hey, look, I'm gonna talk to Tom

and see what side of the fence he's on.

Thanks, man.

Tom, what the fuck?

Come on, what's up with grinding my brother?

- I'm trying to keep a lid on this and they're freaking out.

- Yeah, well, you know, interviewing them in front of

a district attorney is not really putting a lid on it.

- Mike, look, when they get to the station,

they're gonna be put in different rooms

and then asked the same questions.

And if their answers are different,

they got a real fucking problem.

- Okay, look, let's just stop thinking about this

as a shooting and start thinking about like a drug bust,

cuz that's what it is.

That pizza guy's a fucking drug dealer, all right?

That's his customer.

And these guys just walked in on it, all right?

It's that simple. That's what it is.

- They find drugs on the victim? - Not yet.

- Sure would simplify matters. - Approach it from that angle.

- Hey. - Hey.

This guy's a drug dealer.

How do you know?

- Look, you have one of his customers handcuffed

on a sidewalk outside.

Then 15 more across the street freezing their asses off,

just waiting to see what you find.

Hey, ask that tweaker the right questions

and then get the right answers.

All right. I'm on it.

- Sure Mike, come on and help yourself to my crime scene.

- Yeah. Look, everyone's looking at this at the wrong angle.

- Well, illuminate me, Mike. What's the right angle?

- You ran the guy? - Yeah, sure we ran the guy.

- Okay, how many--how many drug convictions he got?

Three.

- How many years he do? - Seven.

- Okay, so you got a felon in possession of a firearm.

That's one.

Have you searched the place for drugs?

Looked at his vehicle?

- You're trying to change the narrative, Mike?

Oh no, just clarifying it.

They walked into a drug deal.

- That a fact? - That's it.

- If they walked in the middle of a drug deal,

where are the drugs?

They'll find them.

- You know, criminals can be victims too, Mike.

- Yeah, and victims can still be criminals.

- Hey, leave the body until homicide

has had a chance to examine it.

- They can examine the body at the coroner's office.

- Well, they need to search it here.

Wait outside.

Thank you.

I got a client for you.

-Client? - Yeah.

- How about we do dinner later this week?

- The timing, Mike? - Yeah.

- None of them are worth a fuck.

Belichick!

- No, man. Since Brady left, he ain't worth a fuck either.

None of them.

- It doesn't matter who Detroit hires.

Doesn't matter who they draft.

Losing's the only thing they know how to do.

- Yeah, that's for real. - Hey Ernie?

Ernie?

Did you get that from the commissary?

Forgot my lunch.

You eat that prison shit?

- Ernie, your shift was over at seven.

Who approved your OT?

I'm not on the clock.

- Just what? Fucking hanging out?

- Jesus, how rough can she be, man?

- You know you've been married a long time when you have dinner

in prison just to get some fucking peace.

- Here's what I recommend, alcohol, all right?

And lots of it.

Nothing will speed you through a marriage

like a bottle of bourbon, trust me.

Hey, man.

- Oh, he's just trying to help, Ernie!

Come on, man!

- Vienna sausages for dinner, man?

- Oh hey, speaking of dinner,

I wonder if P-dog enjoyed his dinner, hm?

- Hey, keep your eyes open tonight, all right?

These fuck heads are sore losers.

- Just lock 'em down, Ed. Let 'em stew in their cells.

- No, no, I lock it down now and then the warden will give me

hell in November, all right?

If you guys want your Christmas overtime,

we gotta wait another month

before we can seal this place, so--

Who made his dinner?

Calvin.

-I need the bowl. - Come fucking get it.

-Is that really what you want?

Wow, you ate that fast.

-Why did he get two years?

For nothin', man.

He was just along for the ride when they popped the driver.

You know that how that go.

Charge everyone in the car for that fucking smack.

- Well, doesn't matter why he's in, Duchard.