Peace in the Valley

So what are we doing, Milo?

You have something I want.

And I have something you want.

I still don't know what we're talking about.

I hear my bonds have found their way into police custody.

If the KPD have my paper, then you can get it for me.

What's in it for me?

Your girl.

Well, technically my girl, but...

I'll sell her to you for $14 million.

You get the bonds and get the fuck out of town.

Nobody wants to be here.

I stay for the money.

I know you found it for me.

You should leave too, Mike.

You should get out of Kingstown.

Take the girl.

Don't take the girl. That part is of no consequence.

You get my paper. I'll get your Iris.

But if you have ideas of...

other arrangements or I'm betrayed by you,

I won't just kill you, Mike.

Know that.

Someone will be in touch.

Hey, what's good?

Hey, Dad!

Don't open for 15, big man.

Oh, I'm sorry, my bad. Uh, I'll come back later?

No sweat, pal. Come on in and look around.

I'll be right with you.

Thank you, sir. Appreciate that.

Mm.

What are you looking for?

That's a pretty-looking Sig.

Yeah.

That's 799 plus tax.

799?

It's a .10 millimeter.

Hm.

- You mind if I take a look? - No, please, handle it.

Fill out the paper now, I'll call in your ID,

get you cleared.

And you're walking out of here with it

before we're officially open.

Boy, it's pretty.

I'mma call my wife and check.

You know how it is, right?

I do, I do, I do.

Let's see.

Hey, baby.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm looking at it right now.

Uh-huh.

Yeah.

It's beautiful.

Baby, it's real beautiful.

Hands up, motherfucker.

Not a fuckin' muscle, big fella, all right?

Chill. You too.

This shit ain't worth dying over, okay?

Now, pieces on the counter.

Two fingers. Two fingers.

All right, side holsters,

and whatever you're rockin' on your ankles.

You too! You too!

Got it.

All right.

You get that shit.

Get it.

799 my ass!

Come on, let's go!

All right, we got enough. Let's go.

We got it!

Let's roll, baby.

I'll meet you there. Yeah, how about that?

Look...

Hold on a second.

Holy shit.

Uh, Trace, let me call you-- I'll call you back, okay?

I gotta go. Mike just walked in.

I love you. All right. Fuck.

Hey!

- Hey. - Hey, what the fuck?

- How are ya doin'? - Oh my god, come here.

Oh, shit.

- You okay? - Yeah. Yeah, I'm here.

- I'm here. - Fuck, Mike.

Everybody was lookin' for ya.

Jesus.

I gotta call off the search party.

Yeah.

I saw Milo.

No shit.

We made a deal.

Whoa, what-- Ok-Okay.

He's got Iris.

Yeah, I know.

What do you mean you know?

I saw her, Mike. I called you.

Where did you fuckin' see her?

- At the club. - What the fuck?

What are you doing at the club, Kyle?

Lookin' for Milo. I left you a message.

What!?

What the fuck did I tell you?

Don't go around fucking being a hero.

- Aw, fuck-- - You can't be

walkin' into that fuckin' place, lookin' for fuckin' Milo.

Hold on a second!

I don't know how this became about me,

because I'm pretty sure you're the one who disappeared,

and now you're walkin' in here saying

- you made a deal with Milo? - Yeah, I did.

You gonna tell me what the fucking deal is or what?

It's the bonds for Iris. Simple.

Fuck. Oh...

I just want this motherfucker out of town.

I want him the fuck out of our lives.

What is she to you, Mike?

I don't know.

I want her to get away.

I know that.

Away from Milo.

Away from this fucking town.

That's what I want.

Okay.

Then let's fuckin' do it.

Yeah.

Did you call Ma?

I just got the phone.

Right, call her.

I mean, everybody was lookin' for you, Mike.

Everybody was worried.

You know, and I had Bunny making sure

that nobody put a dot on you from the inside.

Gotta get fucking Bunny out.

He's out, Mike.

Michael, are you all right?

Yep. All good.

Oh, I just called and called. I'm so glad you're okay.

Yeah, I know, I'm sorry.

Do you remember the boy I told you about?

Yup.

They weren't gonna move him for a few days, they said.

And then all of a sudden, they just moved him.

Well, sometimes that happens, Mom.

Honey, if you're able, he really needs your help.

All right, I'll try.

His name is Jacob Reed.

Jacob Reed. I got it.

I'm so glad you're okay.

Thank you, Mom.

Starting to like the radio silence, Mike.

Yeah, me too.

You calling to gloat about Bunny getting out?

What happened there?

It came from the DA's office.

I figured that meant it came from you.

He just walked out, huh?

Yeah, he just walked out,

just like you planned.

Well, Mexican's dead.

Looks like all you have left is the Blood and the AB boss,

and then your experiment is finished.

Was it worth it?

Well, I don't know yet.

Hey listen, man, I need a favor.

It's, uh... It's not really our relationship.

I know, I hate to ask.

But, uh, it's important.

There's this kid, Jacob Reed, over at Anchor.

He's 18, juvie, getting transferred to gen pop today.

Uh, he's getting a lot of AB pressure,

and I wanna get the kid out of the woods

'til I find him somewhere permanent.

And who's this kid to you?

It's a favor for my mom.

Okay, I'll try to find him.

Appreciate it.

Thanks!

Fuck. What?

Mikey, listen.

I need you to get to the fucking gun shop on Bonner, all right?

You're gonna wanna see this.

Well, am I really, though, Ian?

Every time I'm gonna wanna see this,

I get fucking blood on my shoes.

Listen to me, there's no blood yet,

but there's about to be.

Jesus.

Where ya been?

Taking a me day.

These fuckers, they scored an arsenal here.

They cleaned out the whole shop.

I wouldn't have fuckin' called you,

honest to god, but...

the shopkeeper says it's a 300-pound,

6'4, charismatic motherfucker.

Now, does that sound like anybody you know?

Yeah.

Jesus.