The Lie of the Truth

- So how did you stumble upon solving the crime of the decade?

'Cause he wanted me to.

- Why would he want that, Mike? - I don't know.

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

- I am watching the leaders have a 30-minute pow-wow.

You know what it means when rival gangs group together?

It means they're fucking talking about us.

- Killing a guard-- - Sends a message.

Be smart, Pete.

Give me your arm.

Sell her.

-I got something that belong to you.

- How do you know it belongs to me?

She says so.

- When he comes out, just tell me if he did it.

-It was him! - That's him?

- Yeah. - All right.

- You wanna see my favorite place in the whole world?

Like fucking magic.

- We do not have clearance. You have to hold.

I'm waiting on the warrant.

-I don't need a fucking warrant.

911 got a dozen calls about shots fired.

There's a blood smear on the driveway

the size of my fucking dinner table.

- Hey, just let me get the all clear, Robert.

-Well, we're sitting ducks here.

Send us in or I'm pulling my team back.

Just...

I have movement in the house.

- What movement? - Richard...

We have movement. We're going in.

Robert, wait.

No end to this fucker...

- Well, you got some 'splainin to do.

Get the fuck out, sir.

Do you want some more?

- I do, but my heartburn is killing me.

- Heartburn, huh? You know what that means.

- What does it mean? - Hair.

Baby is gonna be born with a full head of hair.

You watch!

- Morning, Ma. - Hi, honey.

- Um, not hungry? - Uh, no, baby, no time.

- Your shift doesn't start for an hour.

- Yeah, well, it's gonna be a long day, so...

- All the more reason you want a great meal.

- You know, Ma, I--I want what you want, right?

I want to be the happy family

that sits around and has small talk

before we go off on our happy day,

but I got nothin' small to say and my day won't be happy,

so I just want to get it fucking over with.

- Tracy, would you excuse us for a minute?

- Sure! -Thank you.

You're in for it now...

Sit down.

Ma, I don't have time--

Sit the fuck down!

Have some breakfast.

You didn't ask about my day, so let me tell you.

I'm being interviewed today about a student who stabbed

a prison guard in the neck 30 times with a pencil.

He's the nephew of one of your brother's friends--

one of your friends,

who was also stabbed to death last night.

And now you're rushing out of the house--

-I'm not rushing out of here.

I've got an inmate transfer at 8:00 AM, 30 minutes of traffic,

and I got 30 minutes of red tape at the prison.

I'm just--I'm late. I gotta go.

And, you know, I know what you're doing.

And you are right.

It is a giant mess, but we are trying to clean up.

-It's your brother's mess.

It's everybody's mess!

Every decision in this place is the lesser of two evils.

Every fucking one.

And I don't get to choose between right and wrong because

that choice, it's never offered.

You know your son's due date?

Why do you say "son"?

- Because I saw him on the ultrasound

at the doctor's appointment you couldn't make.

February 29th. He's a leap year baby.

She didn't tell me.

-She was looking for the right time, like breakfast.

But you wouldn't give her that.

You know, what she dreams about at night

she expects to come true in the day.

And it's just a simple dream, Kyle.

It's a husband who'd rather be with her than anywhere else,

who can't wait to be a father,

who can't wait to go shopping for stuffed elephants and cribs.

You're right.

I need to make more time for her.

-That'll solve absolutely nothing.

You say you have no good choices.

The only good thing in your life just walked out of the room.

All this filth that consumes you, just couldn't leave it.

Choose her.

If you don't have the courage to do that, then divorce her,

and let her find somebody who does love her.

Do it quick, before you get killed

and she martyrs you in her mind

and raises another generation of fool

in this family.

-I'm not divorcing my wife.

- Well, then, act like her husband!

Hi.

I'm so sorry.

- It's okay. - No, no, it's not okay.

Look at me.

I'm sorry I wasn't there.

I'm so sorry.

- I need you. - I know. I know you do.

I love you.

A son.

- A son, yes. - A son.

We're gonna have a baby boy.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- We have to pick out a name for him.

Can we call him Mitch?

-Yeah, baby, we can call him whatever you want.

Hello?

Want to make sure you didn't drown.

I didn't drown.

I made breakfast.

- You know, you can come closer.

How are you doing?

Well...scrub though I may...

...I just can't seem to get them off me.

- Well, everyone that did that to you is...

They're gone.

It's a metaphor.

Breakfast?

- Yeah, yeah, if you're hungry.

- I should eat. - Yes, you should.

Come--come eat while it's-- while it's hot, okay?

Oh, shit.

Syrup.

There.

Yeah. Now it's ready.

- Not eating? - I--I already ate.

I can't eat in front of you.

You can't? Why not?

I don't know.

Okay, well, I'll wait outside.

Should I go back inside?

No. I'll face this fear.

You know what they're called?

That yellow one is a finch.

A goldfinch, to be exact.

Why not a yellow finch?

Well, there is a yellow finch.

But that's not one of them. That's a goldfinch.

Well, it looks yellow to me.

- I know, it looks yellow to me too.

But they didn't ask me when they fucking named it.

They should've.

Mm, what is this?

That's a German pancake.

- Are you German? - No, I'm Irish.

The only thing German is that pancake.

It's good.

You should be a chef.

- Yeah. The thought has crossed my mind.

- I wonder if you'd do me a favor.

Of course I will.

- Pause it right there. You see that?

- What am I seeing? - Look at his arm.

Watch it extend from the shoulder.

Pete, back it up.

Do you see that?

The other inmate is white.

I doubt one of the whites would willingly arm a black man.

All right, Pete, thanks a lot.

- Ed, the whites have no dog in this fight.

The fuck they don't.

- Why do they care if a black inmate is beat to death

or shot on the yard? If anything,

both instances improve their position.

Look, if we have inmates crossing racial lines

to get at a guard, we've got a real fucking problem

because you know what's next.

- That's what I'm worried about. - Why are you worried about it?

What makes today different than any other goddamn day?

Look, Warden.

Samuel Weaver had been tricked into mailing a letter

for the inmate that attacked him.

Now, we believe they feel Darryl's death was retribution

for that action.

Was it?

Was it?

- The QRT unit's actions were justified, sir,

based on the situation they encounter, which--

- Well, the inmates certainly don't think it was justified.

How do you explain that?

- Here's how you explain it, sir.

They're lying, stealing murderers who haven't taken