The End Begins

- Everybody be dead, if it wasn't for you.

- This is a little outside of what we do.

Thanks Mitch.

We're gonna need Kyle.

- Your brothers are involved, I'm sure.

What aren't they involved in?

- Go straight to the office and into the safe, yeah?

- Two hundred grand in the ground.

- You owe me two dances. - Okay.

Open the safe.

- What happened? - I need to talk to ya.

- And who has the money? - The police.

- And that's going to be a problem for you.

Son of a bitch, fuck off.

Don't ever threaten me again.

Mitch, I know why he did it.

But for the life of me,

I'll never understand why you do it.

- I was hoping you could help me

with my daughter, she's in real trouble.

What's her name?

Thank you.

- So, is Mike keeping the office?

Oh, probably.

- Is he keeping, who's that, that secretary,

what was her name? - Rebecca, you know her name.

Jesus. - Rebecca, oh, dios mio.

You know what dios mio means?

Yeah, oh my god, I think.

- I remember when Jimmy worked patrol and we were,

we were busting a house that were making

Social Security cards in the fruit streets.

You remember that?

- The Hondurans. - The Hondurans.

And I'm reading rights to these guys

and every fucking time I finished a sentence,

they all look over at Jimmy.

And finally the captain says Jimmy, just explain it to 'em.

Please, they don't understand.

Jimmy, yes sir.

Real loud. Real slow.

You, have, the right,

to remain, silent.

- They all turned their fucking heads

and look at you at you at the same fucking time.

Kyle, I'm sorry, man.

- Hey what, you expect me to believe

everyone's talking about what a great guy Mitch was?

Naw, they're talking about their fucking mortgage rate,

when Kingstown's gonna get a country club.

- Everybody misses everybody. Everybody.

I mean, how many of these fucking things we been to?

This isn't where you miss a guy.

You gotta do it on your own.

Yeah.

- Hey Mike. - Hey fellas.

- You gonna keep it going? - I don't know.

Ah, gotta tie up some loose ends either way.

May as well get started.

- God, I've known him since I was uh,

shit, we went to grade school together.

- Hmm. - I'm real sorry, Mike.

I'm real sorry.

- Everything about this is sorry.

Let's go on the porch. - Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- All right, so what the fuck happened?

- Uh, Sam's story is the guy attacked him.

I mean, Sam's face is a wreck, so maybe it's true.

Guy's on a ventilator, it was a whole team effort.

Whole place was on lockdown for, for fuckin' ever.

The world won't miss that piece of shit, okay?

- Yeah, well, the Crips are gonna miss him.

I don't know what to say,

he's not my nephew, I just tried to help out.

- They're gonna play that letter, Ed.

They're gonna fucking play the letter.

If they don't try to hit him on the outside.

Yeah, well, uh...

Let 'em know at this point,

however far they wanna take it, we'll take it further.

It may not be wise, but Sam handled himself

like a fucking man. - No, it's not.

Leave the gangster shit to the gangsters, okay?

They're not trying to pull pensions,

or put kids through college.

- Well, what do you want us to do, Mike?

Ask our union rep if we can have some hush money

from the memorial fund? - No, you're gonna be smart, Ed.

Move some chess pieces around, all right?

Quinton still running C-block? - Yep.

- Who's got B? - Uh, two brothers.

It's a Lawrence and a T-dog or some shit.

Fine, separate 'em.

- P-dawg. - Who cares?

Transfer the weaker one, put him in AdSeg.

- You think that'll make things better?

- Well, with new leaders slinging in the yard, right?

Bloods will see an opportunity.

And they'll tie with the Mexicans.

Crips might lose the yard.

- Mm, Mitch wouldn't do it that way, Mike.

It's a big fucking risk.

- Might be short-sighted, but there is no risk.

We got no choice, okay?

Every once in a while, it's nice to remind them,

they're the fucking prisoners.

Not us.

Yeah.

I don't feel sad.

And I don't know why.

I just...

I loved him, but I don't feel sad.

- You don't have to feel anything, there's no rules.

I know what you're thinking,

you know, this could happen to me.

It could.

- I can't change the way things are done here.

I'm not asking you to, I...

I'm not asking you to do anything.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Except...

- Hey, don't waste a moment of us, huh.

Because Mitch is how fast it happens.

Ugh, we got a word for this.

- Oh yeah? What's that?

Arson.

Insurance company's gonna love you.

Yeah.

Well, that's the least of my worries.

What were you thinkin', Mike?

- How else do you get a stain out of a carpet?

A fucking carpet steamer.

- Yeah? Well... - You okay?

- Yeah, it's no big deal. - Okay.

Oh my God.

How'd it happen?

- I'm ju--I'm tired of talkin' about it.

Can we go?

- Cookin' school is lookin' pretty good, isn't it?

Sounds silly when you say it.

- Silly is setting your office on fire to clean it,

rather than move to a new office.

I mean, you see the metaphor here right?

I mean, you're not married, you...

You got nothing tying you down.

Don't owe anybody anything.

There's not one reason for you to take this on.

- Just tyin' up some loose ends.

There's a lot of 'em.

- Don't let weeks become years, Mike.

You won't get 'em back.

I get you.

- Look, y-you gotta understand here,

this isn't something that I can help you with.

They moved him to another cell closer to the chamber,

there's video surveillance,

they've assigned a guard to watch him,

until they remove him for execution, okay?

You're better off just talking to his attorneys.

There's no more appeals.

Nothing they can do.

Tomorrow night, we're supposed to sit there,

right beside them.

And my momma gotta watch her baby put down like a dog.

- And them, is the family of the child that he killed,

when he decided to spray a bus stop with bullets.

Look...

I know your mother loves her son,

and it's gonna break her,

but this is happening.

There's nothing anybody can do about it.

Best thing you can do,

look your brother in the eye,

let your smile be the last thing he sees, okay?

That's it.

How can there be nothing?

I don't understand.

I don't understand nothing.

You will tomorrow.

Yep?

- Yo, sorry about your brother man.

I feel for you, everybody gonna miss him.

Yeah, thank you.

How you holdin' up?

You gonna take some time?

No, no, no, I'm good.

- Yeah, that's good to hear, you backstabbin' motherfucker.

Pull me off the fucking yard, huh?

You tryin' to get me killed motherfucker?

I'm on my fuckin' way.

Okay...

Guys, if someone breaks in here

and cuts open the safe in the next few weeks,

I'll walk through your front door

and kill you in your own kitchen.

It's lookin' good.

Hey, here come that fool now.

Shit, shit, shit. - Go, go, go.

What the fuck, man...