People Who Died

I know the arrangement

that you and Bunny have.

It seems a bit generous.

It's a partnership.

I need a friendly face

with Kyle.

Yeah. Okay.

It's done, Mike. Baby bro gonna sleep good tonight.

Thanks, Bunny.

Never knew a con kill for a cop.

Shaver inside?

Stay on your corners, make your money.

The fuck are you, giving orders?

Fucking... In return, control your people.

Robert's facing countless fucking murder charges.

That fucker will not go down quietly.

Are you following her?

What are you doing?

All you got to do is be cool.

That's you returning Charlie to Anchor Bay.

I am going to press charges.

It is just a matter of time.

There's no fucking evidence.

You know what you need to do.

Torres was tangled up in some Spanish shit

with an inmate at chow.

We are prepared to handle our wards.

McLusky pulls no fucking strings

in my prison.

It is with deep sorrow

that we confirm

the tragic and senseless murder

of Officer D. Carney.

Doug was killed last night at his...

Officer Carney served this department

with integrity and professionalism.

Conkey!

Somebody took out Carney.

What... Inside?

At his house, last night.

How?

Two in the chest, one in the head.

- Fuck. - Yeah.

Fuck.

Uh... anything taken?

No.

Uh, canvass turn up anything?

No, Keno's working that.

It's not for you to worry, Kyle.

- Not for me to worry about? - No.

My sole fucking lifeline just got whacked, Mike.

So what am I supposed to do now, just whistle?

No. Look, I'm on it, okay?

I'm just here to tell you it's not connected to you.

That's all.

Yeah, Mike.

"Only time I'm safe is when I'm in my cell."

Right? But you pull me out to tell me this

and tell me it's not connected?

- The fuck? - Hey, we don't know

what the fuck this is yet, all right?

Ian's working that, and I got other ways

to get your back in here.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Don't worry.

Shit. Shit.

Fuckin'... You know what the worst part

- about all this, Mike? - Mm?

I got this fucking feeling, you know?

This... It's fucking bad, man.

It's...

Mike, I never felt this helpless, you know?

It's... And I'm fucking pissed, man.

It's just, like, I, you know, I can't t-touch anything,

- I can't fix anything. I'm just - Kyle.

- stuck in here, you know? - Come on.

I can't protect anything. It's like I'm losing

- my fucking mind. - Hey.

Hey. Ky-Kyle, get that out of your head.

Look at me.

Get it out of your fucking head. You don't think that way.

Hey.

You know why you're in here?

You're in here because you're protecting everyone, okay?

That is it, period.

Stay the course.

We'll get through this together.

- You hear me? - Yeah.

Yeah, I hear you, Mike.

I'm on it.

This is one thing they see

when them outside look in.

Construction. Gravel.

Infrastructure.

Something clean, something necessary.

Well, that's some poetry, Frank,

but I ain't here for no damn rocks.

But you know damn well it's about more than rocks, right?

Shit, well, show me them OG secret then, cuz.

Hey. It's shipping.

Shipping, the lifeblood of America.

Gravel to cattle, transformers and trash.

Canada off-loads their trash onto us.

And Michigan profits.

Thirty-six cents a ton just to sit there.

So the state makes money,

and nobody looks twice. And us--

we move what we need through the cracks.

That's a lot to gamble on fucking garbage.

When something's marked for disposal,

it stops existing.

You put drugs in a storage container,

they may scan it.

In a fuel tanker, they may inspect it.

But this? This is nothing.

Nobody tracks it, nobody scans it

and nobody ever asks

why something didn't make it to the landfill.

It ain't hard to disappear something that don't matter.

See, border agents--

they focus on bodies and radiation.

Anything that sets off their sensors.

But what we move does not register.

Not in their systems, not in their protocols.

So, in all of that noise,

our business blends right in.

Yeah.

- What the fuck, Mike? - Yeah.

- What happened? - It's got nothing

to do with you, okay? It's got--

It's got nothing to do with me?

No. 'Cause you're gonna forget everything.

You hear me?

We never talked, we never met.

Forget it all, all right? Just pivot.

I'm gonna see your brother every goddamn day.

And he's a prisoner like anybody else now, okay?

Do your eight, hit the gate. Collect your checks.

Go home, take care of your kids. That's it.

- That's it? - That's it.

What about Kyle?

I'm gonna figure it out.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Look, I'm sorry for, um...

...any upset.

Yo, it's me.

I need, like, two for the thing.

What up, big dog?

I respect a man with a process.

But I ain't finna be the next motherfucker

- get too comfortable. - Hey, yo.

I'm gonna need to see the whole pipeline

before I can trust it or its operator.

Reason why you'll live long enough

- to make some real money, D. - Huh.

'Cause dealers-- they get comfortable.

Bosses pay attention.

So now you got imports covered. But what about export?

You ride with me, D.

I'll give you a guided tour.

- Yo, Bun. - Uh?

I'll be right there.

- What the fuck? - Corner boys on Grape

took off this morning, left a vacancy.

Motherfucker. Give it here.

Yo, it's me.

Send out the scouts,

bring them youngins front and center.

A'ight, I'm-a take 'em to task, personal.

Make sure they know who the fuck they answering to.