Damned

The cartel

is making real moves.

And you sent out two hitters

to deal with a fucking platoon.

Our scorecard has us up.

You want to stay up, you got to double down and do it now.

Raph got Cruz's number. I'll make it so.

We sent a message. Right now, Cruz

chained up in sick bay. And Rafael...

Man, he took some licks, but he whole.

You and I have a mutual friend.

Stay the course

and I'll make sure you stay cozy.

Did you drop that brick? 'Cause you knew

she had a witness to put you at Morrissey's?

I grew up with her. I wouldn't fucking touch her.

You got to be smart here. And just stop.

I can't. Even if I wanted to.

I got a line on that witness.

I'm gonna track this fucker down. Case goes away.

What's the worst that could fucking happen?

Prisoners at Ad Seg--

I'm-I'm gonna read you the names, okay?

What? Uh-- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Go.

- Yeah. - There is Buck Simpson,

Jeremiah Williams,

- Dennis Langham-- - Hey, what about Callahan?

Merle Callahan, is he on that list?

Yeah. Merle Callahan's here.

He's been there the whole time.

In the cell next to Kyle.

Goddamn it!

Yeah, bury that shit good.

Don't want nobody clocking my machinery.

That's some sophisticated peekaboo shit right here.

Hey. Ready for export.

Firepower go north,

chemical comes south.

When my product come in?

Tonight. 22:00 hours.

You mean ten o'clock, mean, say ten o'clock.

This ain't Fallujah.

Ain't it?

I mean, it's pretty goddamn close, don't you think?

Yeah, this motherfucker up and running.

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The fuck, Mike?

Yeah, look, Tracy and Mitch, they're-they're okay.

Why wouldn't they be? What's going on?

Well, it's the-the fucker in the cell next to you.

Yeah? What about him?

It's Merle Callahan.

Je... Jesus fucking Christ, Mike.

Yeah, I know. I know.

Fuck, I never asked him his name.

God. F-- What the--

How the fuck did this happen, Mike?

That-- I mean, that's not a coincidence, you know?

Absolutely not a coincidence.

Well, I-I never told him who I was, so--

Yeah, he already knew.

- This fucking... - Yeah.

All right, so, uh, what's he offered you?

Offered me?

- Yeah, Kyle. - Nothing.

Advice, I guess. Fucking nothing.

Don't bullshit me, Kyle.

I'm not.

- Kyle? - Just advice.

That's all, okay?

He knew that I got worked over, and he...

Just, you know, the "keep your head down" bullshit.

Yeah, well, he's working you to get at me.

You understand that? This is the nastiest motherfucker

I've ever known.

Don't buy it. Don't buy anything.

Hey, look at me.

I'm gonna get him moved, okay?

It's a lot to fucking process, Michael.

- Shit. - Don't take

anything from him,

advice or otherwise. You hear me?

If you offer your hand, he'll bite it the fuck off.

Don't let him know that he's made, either.

- I get it. - Okay, freeze him the fuck out.

If I go mute on him, then he's gonna know

- that something's going on... - Yeah, yeah.

Just-just minimize the chat.

Just "yes" and "no" this guy, all right?

All right. Okay, I know how to play it.

Yeah. 'Cause he figures it out, then

who-who knows what he's gonna do then.

Tracy.

He's gonna hurt you to get to me.

He's gonna hurt her to get to you.

Get her the fuck out of Kingstown.

- Yeah. It's happening. - Right fucking now, Mike.

I got KPD there already.

I'm gonna pack her bags, I'm gonna get her safe.

I'm getting her out of the state. Kyle...

Okay.

Yeah.

It's already done, okay? It's happening.

Oh, Jesus.

Okay.

Okay. All right.

I just...

I thought I was having a fucking heart attack last night.

This-this...

this pressure, you know, on my chest, it's like...

It's fucking terrifying.

Oh, I got to catch my fucking breath.

Hold on.

I know the feeling, Kyle.

I remember.

How did you survive in here, Mike,

as long as you did?

All that matters is that I did, Kyle.

So, hey, if you get that fear,

think of me, okay?

You got to think that there's a light that's coming for you.

'Cause there is.

I promise you.

Okay, Mike.

What's going on, Captain?

The day has come.

What-what, end times, what?

Ian, the grand jury's convening in two days

to bring charges against you in the Morrissey case.

They will indict you, Ian.

Captain, they can indict a fucking ham sandwich. Come on.

Jury pool sees a cop in the dock.

We are not popular with the people right now.

Speak for yourself. Fuck that.

- Come on. - It's not a joke.

Don't underestimate that,

and don't underestimate Foley.

She only goes to the grand jury

- when she sees a conviction. - Yeah.

And her win rate's in the 90th percentile.

Yeah. I mean, she's always been a straight-A student. Yeah.

But I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news.

I mean, Captain, sometimes it seems like

you fucking enjoy it a little bit.

Ian, I am giving you warning.

I am telling you,

she is gonna come at you hard, make you out to be worse

than the monsters you lock up.

I enjoy nothing about this.

All right. I appreciate the, uh...

I appreciate the heads-up.

Thank you.

Robert Sawyer.

Leave a voicemail.

Yeah, put the fucking drink down,

you fucking asshole.

Crack o' dawn visit.

Family trouble?

Nah, just some... some lawyer shit.

Right. My two cents?

Only visits you should allow.

Yeah.

Legal representation.

Otherwise, cut visitors out.

That way you don't torture them.

They don't torture you.

Is that, uh, what you did?

Cut off your loved ones?

Or vice versa.

Same difference.

What'd the shark have to say?

Just...

what happens if I reverse my plea.

What you got to give up, work that magic.

I'm not reversing shit.

Attaboy.

No appointment, no audience, Mike.

Just keep going.

What are you, fucking deaf?

Come back when you've done the correct...

Don't you fucking put your hands on me, motherfucker.

- Get the fuck off me. - Whoa! What--

Hey! Hey!

- Turn around, McLusky. - What is the ruckus out here?

Turn around and walk away,

or I'll put you in a fucking cell, Mike.

Torres, let-- Hold on. I got this, okay?

It looks like Mr. McLusky is in need of some counsel.

Am I right, Mike?

- Yeah. - Okay.

Fucker.

- Want some coffee? - No.

- Tea? - No. Fuck. Jesus.

Fuck.

So, uh, you park Merle Callahan

next to my brother?

No, see, that's incorrect.

Uh, uh, your brother was parked next to Callahan.