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-Previously on "Mayor of Kingstown".
- Transferring to Kingstown County
for arraignment. Who's signing?
- I'll sign. It is a giant mess,
but we are trying to clean it up.
It's your brother's mess.
- Every decision in this place is the lesser of two evils.
- I had a hundred guys swear that they'd die for me
and swear to kill, but you didn't even swear it.
You just did it.
You killed them for me.
- I did it because they deserved it.
You got the wrong cell, cuz.
- Everything you have, I gave you.
And now I'm taking it all back.
-Do you wanna start a war?
- They fuckin' broke their word, Mike.
Talk 'em down.
They hungry for this.
You comin'?
What do you want for dinner?
Uh, I don't care.
As long as you pair it with champagne.
- Champagne? - Mm-hmm.
We're celebrating.
What are we celebrating?
Chapter two of me.
That's the spirit.
- You're not very good at this, are you?
You know, if we're gonna pretend,
you gotta play your part, honey.
- Yes, dear. Anything you say, dear.
That's better.
So what do I when you're gone? - Anything you like.
- I need a purpose. - What kinda purpose?
- The kind that keeps my mind busy.
All right, well,
start writin' chapter two.
All right? - Okay.
- I'll be back later, okay? - Not too late, though, right?
Nope, won't be long.
The fuck?
Kinda shit is this?
-County officials report an estimated
75 guards have been trapped in the facility.
We still have no information on how the riot started.
We know that the uprising...
You're fucking kidding me.
- ...facility began yesterday afternoon
and has continued to intensify throughout
the night and morning hours. We'll continue with updates--
- Here we go, here we go, here we go.
-We're outside of that prison waiting for answers
say that officials have told them
there's going to be as list coming out...
- The whole world is ending and you don't answer the phone?
- Look, have they said his name on the news?
That's all I need to know. - No, they have not.
- Okay, I'm gonna handle this, okay?
I got it. Not to worry.
- The police are here. Oh my God.
- Look, Mom, just don't tell them anything, okay?
Don't talk to them.
Don't even answer the door, Mom, okay?
Don't talk to them! You hear me?
- Is this the residence of Lt. Kyle McLusky?
- Yes. - Is he here?
Don't tell them anything.
-When is the last time you saw him?
- Tell him you saw him this morning, okay?
You hear me? You saw him this morning.
Okay? You hear me?
Fuck me. You're kidding me.
I saw him this--
yesterday before his shift.
- And you haven't seen him since?
Is that unusual? - Very.
Thank you, Miss.
- Do you think he's at the prison?
- There is a detective assigned to the case.
He'll contact you with information as he receives it.
He'll come home.
- Michael... Michael.
Mom.
- They have a detective assigned to the case.
And I want you to let the police do their work.
Do not go there.
- The police don't have jurisdiction in the prison.
You know that better than anybody, okay?
- I know that. If he dies...
- We don't know anything yet. I'll figure it out, understand?
- Oh my God. - He's not gonna die, Mom, okay?
Just listen to me. He's fine.
- If he dies... - Just let me handle it.
I'll figure it out, okay? I'll call you back. Fuck!
-This is Ed. Leave a message.
-This is Lt. Ferguson, Kingstown Police Department.
Please leave your name and number and I'll get back to you.
- State Police wants to fold you into their unit.
- I'm not taking commands from those fucking clowns.
- This is not a want-to situation, Sergeant.
State property. - Don't you fuckin' Sergeant me.
Those assholes serve warrants for fuckin' wire fraud.
They've never been shot at in their lives.
I got shot at yesterday.
So I run my team or my team sits in the bleachers
and watches this shit show from way the fuck over there.
- I won't be the middle man in this.
All right, fuck it.
- They're measuring dicks over there.
Surprise, surprise.
- Hey, are you gonna let the grown ups handle this, Mike?
That's why I'm here.
- Can I put my squad sergeant in touch with your tac commander,
so they can shore up a plan?
Be nice.
- This is Sawyer. Oh, it's Hank, right?
Yeah, yeah, no, no. Listen, where are you?
Let's talk in person. Yeah, on my way.
Let's go. - Robert, hey,
- I'm in a rush, bud. - Hang on one sec.
It's Kyle. He's in with Ian.
- What? Are you sure? - Yeah.
They take any hostages? - 36 guards.
- Fuck. And no mention of cops?
- No cops. They'd mention that shit.
- Yeah, they'd be singin' it, wouldn't they?
So look, the department knows, okay, it's only a matter
of time before the fucking inmates find out.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. Kyle reach out?
- No. - Fuck, he would've reached out.
I know.
- Can you get ahold of anyone inside?
- It just goes right to voicemail.
That's why they're fucked.
Who's jammin' the cell signal?
Are you jammin' the fuckin' cell signal?
- Hey, hey, hey, we don't want inmates
communicating with the outside world.
- And what about the corrections officers
and two homicide detectives that they haven't caught
who can't call us with intel,
because you're jammin' their fucking phones?
- You have two officers in the prison?
Yes.
- How do you know they haven't been apprehended?
- Because they aren't hangin' upside down
off the fuckin' walls.
Use your head, not the playbook.
Hey, listen up, think of all you can learn
if we start listening
to what people are saying!
Fuck! Well, after you.
Get cellular back online.
- For fuck sake, I gotta fight beside these dipshits.
Towers are up, but don't call him, let him fuckin' call you.
- Yeah, I got it. - But you call the rest
of those fucks and you let 'em know
state has a green light and we're fuckin' comin'.
Yep. Got it.
- Let's go, boys. Saddle up.
- Come on, kid. Phone on silent.
Smart kid, have your phone on silent.
- The last major riot in the United States
took place in the Lee Correctional Institute
in Bishopville, South Carolina.
But a United States prison has not been overrun since 1980.
That's when inmates took over the state penitentiary
in Santa Fe, New Mexico.
It was the deadliest riot in this nation's history
until today.
Kingstown Men's Prison--
-is a medium security.
- They're shooting at us! They're shooting at us!
Oh my God!
Jesus...
- How do we know where the fuck we're going?
Fuck him, fuck him!
Get his pants.
- Come on, come on. Come on.
Come on.
- Oh shit, there's my phone. It's my phone.
Mike. It's Mike.
Robert. Robert. Got him.
This way, this way, this way.
Heads up, heads up.
- I got someone inside with a cell.
- You got a number? - Yeah, yeah. Kyle McLusky.
Hang tight.
There he is.
- We got him. - Southeast corner.
- Can you tell what floor? - I'd need 3D schematics.
- Ask him which room and which floor.
He says they're underneath it.
Listen up, ladies.
We have two police officers underneath the prison.
Just hang tight.
- We're sendin' in SWAT. - Yeah, yeah.
- We'll get him outta there. - Yeah.
My turn.
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