Home on the Range

Jackson to Central. We're under attack!

I got inmates dead,

a fucking CO dead.

Tell me what fucking set

- has a goddamn sniper. - Fucking Bunny.

Bunny's warehouse is empty.

- Mike gave us the tip. Yeah.

And then he tipped off Bunny Washington.

What are we doing, Mike?

Konstantin is gonna drive

a knife in your fucking back and devour you.

All right, what's the fucking plan?

I end the Russian,

- on your behalf. - And Bunny Washington?

I'll take care of him, too.

Tell me something, Ian.

How do you connect with that kind of monster?

- The man on the porch. - No. No, no.

- Everything okay? - Cherry Maxwell was raped.

So who do you think did it?

A CO. William Breen.

I'll handle it.

You're fuckin' done at the women's prison. You hear me?

You're gonna transfer to Anchor Bay.

Why does he keep bringing up Milo?

Tatiana knew his end was near,

and...

may have warned him.

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File in.

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Mike?

It's me.

What the fuck are you doing, Iris?

Hey!

You're not supposed to be here. Right?

Yeah, I know, but Konstantin thinks that

Milo's still alive.

Yeah.

Are you on something?

I'm on a lot of fucking things, Mike,

but my fucking ears still work.

That's why he killed Tatiana.

She told Milo that the hit was coming.

Okay, I hear you.

Sit down.

- Relax, okay? - I'm relaxed.

Do you hear what you're saying?

Defies all logic, Iris.

We run that dock.

We saw the boat explode, didn't we?

Right?

It's been a long one for you, I can see that.

- Huh? - Thanks.

Konstantin is a fucking junkie.

- You hear me? - Yep.

He's out of his mind.

And frankly...

right now, you are, too.

Thanks.

What do we do next?

I'm going to fix this.

I'm going to make it right for everyone.

And then you're gonna get the fuck out of town.

I'm gonna look over my shoulder the rest of my fucking life.

When I get done...

there's gonna be no one left to follow you.

You believe me?

Let's, uh... Come on, let's get you

to lay down, okay? Just get a little rest. Okay?

It can't hurt. Come on.

Come on, come on.

Not so bad, right?

I don't think pillows like that fluff, Mike.

Well, it's not the five-star that, uh, you know,

- you're used to, right? - Mm-hmm.

Get a couple hours.

I'll have Rebecca smuggle you out of here.

Play it safe, okay?

Will you stay with me?

Please?

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Everything's gonna be okay.

You hear me?

Okay?

You got nothing to worry about.

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Warden, I wanted a minute.

You have from here to the stairwell.

I feel stupid, sir, but something came to me last night,

tossing and turning.

The guy on the bike, I think he was white.

Say that again.

I caught a glimpse

of the guy on the motorcycle, part of his arm.

He was white.

Or he was Latino or Asian or a light-skinned brother.

I think white, Warden.

I got good eyes.

Well, I'll, uh, I'll put you at DOC.

You know you're gonna have to revise your statement with KPD.

- Are you prepared to do that? - That's what I saw.

It's what you remember seeing in the aftermath.

That's how memory works, I guess, sir.

I'll set things up for you with the department.

Yeah? - The fucking natives

are restless, Mike.

Callahan got evac'd to Kingstown General.

Internal bleeding. He's getting cut open

- now. - Shit.

Fingers crossed the fucker

dies on the table.

We're not that lucky.

Well, his minions are

home on the fucking range over here,

and they are pissed, Mike.

Yeah, all right. Keep me posted.

This is a number that is

no longer in service.

Fuck you, Bunny.

Maximum safe distance?

Yeah. Konnie's got eyes on the hotel.

He's not gonna be this far out.

You gonna get some more rest?

No rest for the wicked.

You know Mitch did the same for me?

What Mike's trying to do for you,

Mitch did that for me.

What did he do?

Offer sanctuary.

Hardest thing for me--

Hardest thing I ever did was accept it.

You want to give back to Mike?

Stop trying to save him.

Save yourself, Iris.

Trace? Oh... What?

- Morning. - Hey, Mike.

- Want some coffee? Yeah.

Kyle's on a shift.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

I track his schedule.

Guardian angel, looking out for everyone.

No, no, not really at all.

- Thanks. - Mm-hmm.

So, look, I just wanted to come by

to tell you that guard,

he's gonna be transferring.

Well, he's not the only one, Mike.

Well, it's the only one that matters.

Everyone else will get the message.

Okay?

Hmm.

If any of this backs up on you,

have any problems,

you want to talk, just,

I'm here, okay?

Yeah, thanks, um, for helping her.

No, I didn't do this for her.

Right.

Mike.

Yeah?

- Thank you. - Yeah.

Let's call that lunch.

Reconvene in one hour.

All rise.

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Cal. Mike.

You should eat something.

Get your strength back.

Shit tastes worse than prison food.

Yeah. How you holding up?

- Fucking sore. - Mm.

Bleeding's stopped and blood pressure's stable.

You can try and frag my ass, but I'm fucking grenade-proof.

Yeah.

Tell me something good.

I've brushed Bunny Washington off the plate.

KPD's on him.

Yeah, I don't play baseball.

Did you go Capone on that giant fucker or did you not?

It's happening.

The Russians aren't gonna be able

to finish what they started.

I got KPD at the door,

front and back entrance, the elevators, so we're good.

- Our people? - Yeah.

True believers.

So get better.

You need me,

you shout the guard out front, all right?

- All right, Mike. - Don't forget to eat.

- Hey. - Yeah.

Where are my fucking get-well flowers?

That's for funerals, Cal.

That's for fucking funerals.

Riots and grenades and bombings, oh, my.