Ecotone

She's been in here for three years.

And we don't do conjugal visits, so who knocked her up, Lina?

I'm sure she'll be happy to share the father's identity.

You got soldiers on your doorstep. Make you feel safe?

Bunny gotta protect himself so he can protect his.

Don't ghost me. You disappear,

you're rolling the fucking Russians

with no warning, and then you light 'em up.

- Motherfucker spiked my supply. - Yeah?

Push me, I push back.

I didn't think they would allow angels

in this fresh hell.

Fallen angels, Konnie.

Only the fallen.

If they find out you're connected to me at all,

they will kill you.

You trust me.

I saw something.

- What'd you see? - White Power cash,

Russian drugs. They traded right in front of me.

Yo, Digo!

Move the wake-and-bake down over Bunny's shop.

I don't need my clients seeing this.

You ain't even open yet.

And I won't open till you move your sorry ass.

All right, Rhonda.

["Better Days Are Coming" by Wesley Paige playing]

Stay with me.

- I don't want to die. Please. - Almost there. Almost there.

We need pressure.

Where's Dr. Carpenter?

I don't know. I think 10-1.

All right.

MSW's, about five.

Go knock on the bathroom door. I need a doctor in here now.

- You know I can't do that. - Stick your hand on this wound,

or go get the goddamn doctor.

- -

Aah! Fuck!

***

***

***

- Putangina. - Huh?

"Poo-tahng-ee-na." It means "fuck," Ian. Fuck.

- Yeah. Yeah. - Yo, where's Stevie?

Family shit. Look, we're shorthanded.

Lock that shit down, will ya?

- Copy. - Hey.

- It's Rhonda? - Yeah.

Big man got here before we did.

Ah, shit. Got to get him out of here.

All right.

Yeah, Mikey, I didn't want to escalate the situation.

Oh, Jesus Christ. Okay.

It's not the best place for you to be, Bunny.

Motherfuckers baiting me, Mike.

- Come on. - I'm ten toes in right now.

- - Yeah, I know. I know, I get it.

Still.

I'm not for hiding, neither.

All right? Shit like this,

the whole world got to fucking see me, Mike.

Fuck me. I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry, man. - Yeah.

Just, come on. Just can't let 'em bait you.

Don't let 'em bait you. Come on. Just, uh,

anything happens, just give me a call.

I know where to find you.

Don't let 'em fucking bait you. Be smart.

Four gunmen, according to the witnesses,

all pasty fuckers, so they're Russian, or they're Aryan.

Yeah, same difference, isn't it?

- Yeah. - We know what this is.

Well, we're gonna meet at Don's, okay?

- All right, yup. - All right, let's fucking go.

Fuck!

Yeah.

Aryans tied up with the Kremlin.

So I need to get a handle on this.

Can you get Callahan in ad seg for me?

Yeah, I can do that.

Thank you. Now, I'm gonna deal with

the Russians on the outside, all right?

Okay, I'll see it's done.

You okay?

Yeah. Why?

Nothing. Thanks.

***

So, I was thinking,

we'd start our own kindred up here,

bring in some of these unaffiliated.

Boost our numbers.

Merle?

Save that "RaHoWa" crap for the trailer park.

Oh, watch your step.

Is that a fucking possum?

No, not a fucking possum.

It's a rabbit.

A cat get to it?

Well, what do you see?

He got a broken neck, chest punctured.

Meat and organs are gone.

There's still some guts left.

Yeah, maybe a Cooper's,

or a red-tailed hawk this time of year.

Smart enough not to eat shit.

You good?

Far from.

Got another funeral to arrange, so,

nothing's good.

You should go, you and Trey.

No difference no more, soldier or civilian.

Pull Trey out of school?

He's on the gifted track.

There's different schools, Roe,

there's different places.

Where is he?

School.

Oh. Never known Trey not to want to take a day off.

Yeah, well,

he had a big test.

What subject?

Don't be testing me.

Algebra.

It's all good.

Just tell him...

Tell him I'm proud of him.

- - The fuck you doing?

Trading contraband?

- No, sir. - Fuck you talking about, bro?

Up, up. Get the fuck up.

What the fuck? We wasn't even doing shit.

- We weren't doing nothing. -

Hey, watch those hands, motherfucker.

What the fuck are you gonna do? Get him out of here.

- I'll smoke you, on God. - This what they do, Raph.

- They can't reach us, baby. - Oh, I can reach you.

Don't hurt him. Do not hurt him!

- Come on! - Don't hurt him!

Motherfuckers!

I don't know if or when Bunny hits back.

How can he not?

But we need to manage his options.

Okay? Aryans are tied with the fucking Russians.

Now that's a fucking axis of evil right there.

Yeah. Look, Kareem is gonna isolate Callahan.

That's gonna give us 48, so, Carney,

you got to cut off the fucking spigot, all right?

Find the drugs.

You can put the motherfucker in a box all you want, Mike,

we still can't figure out where these Nazi fucks

are bringing in the drugs.

Fucking "you" problem, Carney.

Everything's a "me" problem, Ian.

Well, listen, just find 'em, okay?

They're getting in there somehow, someway.

All right? Check the light fixtures,

check the laundry, check the toothpaste, you know,

- find it. - All right. Fuck. I'm on it.

Good. You're on it.

What about the Russian?

Box him out. Get a warrant, hit Cavo.

If we're gonna hit Konstantin, we got to hit him heavy.

They're gonna be primed after the Crips hit.

Just get that fucking warrant signed.

Then we send those assholes back to the motherland.

We're not taking a shot on this, so...

- What? - Yeah. You hear me.

Don't even load your fucking weapon.

Well, I mean, shit happens.

No, it doesn't.

You got to give me your word on this one.

Mike, come on. What, are we gonna take Noskov

out for some pierogis, too?

Hit a drive-through on the way to jail?

We got people inside in this deal, okay?

It's not a raid. It's not a kill zone.

Just serving a warrant.

We're gonna do that, and only that.