Every Feather

-Previously on "Mayor of Kingstown".

- What's your name, honey? - I'm Iris.

Iris, I am Craig.

- She is poisonous, okay? We use her to turn judges.

She needs a cover and this is it.

She's ours.

No one can have me.

That's my appeal.

Besides, I'm spoken for.

By who?

Mike McLusky.

- No, Mike, this is serious. - Yep.

Them guards is pushin'.

If they ain't careful, they gonna wake the beast.

I need a favor from you, though.

My little cousin, Akim. He on this hockey team, right?

His first game is tonight.

Could you run him over there for me?

- Why hockey? - This is my way out.

These motherfuckers won't let me have it.

- If you want to play hockey, you're gonna play hockey.

I'm gonna take you to every God damn game.

All right, what do we got, Tim?

- My nephew, Sam. - What? He just started...

Three months ago. - They got him pretty good.

- Your nephew, gonna have a target on his back for a while.

- Once we get this handled, we'll put him up in a tower.

Okay? He'll be fine.

What you lookin' at, dawg?

Oh shit.

Tear gas, tear gas.

- Inmates, lay down on the ground with arms outstretched

or we will fire on you.

Warning shot.

- Shoot to kill. Shoot to kill.

Fuck.

-It's not his fault. The men were moving.

It was a hard shot for a sniper.

It's an impossible shot for a rookie.

- Then what the fuck was he doin' in the tower, Karim?

- After the issue with Darryl Johnson,

we felt it best he be separated from the inmates.

- Well, he certainly can't go back in the tower.

Where the hell do we put him now?

- Either uh, discharge or receiving, sir.

Or he drives the perimeter.

- That's chump's work. He didn't do anything wrong.

- Look, this isn't about punishment,

it's about protection.

They will kill him if they get a chance and you know it.

No, we need to move him outta here.

- He's in just as much danger at another prison, sir.

- Let's move him to the women's prison.

- What? No?

- Uh, he's a good-lookin' kid. He's young.

- Yeah, those girls will be all over him, sir.

That could create a whole new set of problems.

- Look, I don't know what to tell you, Ed.

But if he can't be trusted to not fuck the inmates,

then maybe he needs to find a different career.

It's the women's prison.

Or he will be released.

Now let's talk riot.

Why are all three leaders of the Crips in AdSeg?

- We had a refusal to comply during a cell search.

- And what's the protocol when the leaders of one gang

are placed in AdSeg? - No, we followed protocol.

- I made contact with the leadership of their rivals

and let them know that we are

aware of the power vacuum. - Yes.

- We increased our presence at chow and in the yard

and moved known gang associates out of the mall.

- We did everything we could do, but at the end of the day,

they're still criminals. Stripes don't turn into spots.

I'll transfer Sam.

What do you want to do about the fight?

Lock it down.

- Yo, dawg. - Shit.

- Hey, man. - Oh, hell no.

Hell no.

It ain't right.

- No. All right.

- Rebecca, be back in an hour.

Hey.

-Where the fuck are you, Mike?

I'm on my way.

-Get off the fucking freeway. Get here now.

I'm on my fucking way, okay?

-It's a fucking emergency, Mike.

- You want me there faster? Just move closer, how's that?

- Jesus, what? Yeah.

-We need to meet. - I'm aware.

-When? - Give me an hour.

- Ed, what the fuck did you do? Did you lock it down?

-The Aryans and Latinos declared war.

What was I supposed to do? - Great.

Okay, look.

You're stirring the hornet's nest, all right?

-We need to be. - Yeah, you think?

I'm gonna cool some heads and I'll call you back.

-Today. - Yeah, today.

Jesus.

- Yeah. -Mike?

- Who's this? - Iris.

- It's gonna be one of those fuckin' days.

- Aight, I got it. I'ma handle it.

I said I fuckin' got it, aight?

Hey.

Them Peckerwood motherfuckers need to check themselves

before we take this shit to the streets, man.

- You would've done the same thing.

The fuck I would, Mike.

I don't need to fuck with no rednecks.

Nah-uh. We run shit. We gonna fuck with 'em now.

That ain't even why you here. - Ah, I can't wait to hear why.

My boy gettin' stabbed

by these two bitch-ass motherfuckers, all right?

And who the fuck does the guard shoot?

The guard shot your boy?

While he was getting stabbed

by them two bitch-ass motherfucking crackers.

The guard dumps three in my boy's back.

Three, Mike.

And not just any fucking guard either.

That same fucking cherry that worked my cousin.

- Did he make it? - No, he ain't fuckin' make it.

15 stab wounds in the chest.

Shot in the back by that fucking Uncle Tom's nephew, nah-uh.

Naw, he ain't fucking make it.

The fucking guards got all my leaders in AdSeg.

Then they let the Mexicans and the whites run through

the whole fucking yard.

And then they shoot my boy in the back.

Give me some space, y'all.

All right.

All right, just fuckin' relax.

- That fucking cherry's a dead man.

- Just fucking think about it. - It ain't me, Mike.

I don't make this call. - Look, come on.

Number one, they're not gonna get to him, okay?

They've already got him in discharge

if not fired him, okay?

- We ain't hittin' that motherfucking side, nah-uh.

We gettin' that motherfucker on the street.

- So, you want to start a war with the guards

and the fucking police?

- I'm a drug dealer. We already at war, baby. Shit.

Yeah, you're a drug dealer.

You sell crack on your front lawn.

That's not fuckin' war.

You got fucking cameras in every street lamp around here,

and they leave you the fuck alone.

Why? 'Cause all you do is sell drugs here.

But you wanna do this?

You'll have SWAT in your livin' room before you know it.

And they'll shoot anything they see, is that what you want?

- They fuckin' broke their word, Mike!

And they killin' us for it. - Think about it.

Talk 'em down.

All right.

I'll try.

They hungry for this.

- I get it, okay? - Nah, nah, nah, nah,

they really fucking hungry. - Feed 'em something else.

- For it, Mike. - Feed 'em something else.

- And you better tell them Peckerwood motherfuckers

that when this lockdown is over, we want the yard back.

And we're gonna take it from their punk ass, too.

- Peckerwood's my next stop. - Good.

- Everybody's got the troops around.

Yeah.

Have a seat.

- You know, I question your timing, Duke.

Fuck.

You know they can't hold them, right?

I mean, Jesus.

When they unlock that cage, they're gonna hit back.

They're gonna hit back hard.

- Yeah, we got all their leaders locked up.

All three.

What's it say about us if we don't try?

We look weak. They do it to us.

That's prison, brother.

You ain't been out so long you forgot the rules.

I remember the rules.

- They need to cancel the lockdown, Mike.

Duke, you rushed the yard.

There's 50 Crips in the infirmary.

They're not gonna lift lockdown till New Year.

They created this situation

when they made a deal they won't keep.

And mark my words.

This is leavin' prison and goin' to the street.

A few prison guards get shanked in their living room,

they'll remember who runs that fuckin' place.

- Pete, come on, listen to yourself, stop that.

You can't bring the shit to the streets.

They'll get the fucking National Guard.

You'll have a tank in your driveway

and they'll sweep you up like the trash.