Mayor of Kingstown

Who climbed over the wall?

Pete McDonough and, uh, Merle Callahan.

Surprise.

What can I do for you?

Do you have a problem with how I run things?

-I'm loyal, Merle. -That's good.

Lamar, what did they offer you?

Nobody offered me shit.

Six months ago, you get busted

dealing on one of Frank's corners.

You're in a world of trouble.

There's a way out of this.

A way you can make it up to Bunny.

All these years, we still fucking here,

holding things down while everybody else is in the dirt.

Mikey, I'm fucking sorry.

The cocksucker set your house on fire, Mike.

Where is he? Look at me.

Where's fucking Callahan?

Kyle...

Where the fuck is he?!

Stevie's gonna talk to Patty. Meet her at the morgue.

He's gonna get a cop's funeral.

Yeah. You good?

Yeah, I've been better,

I mean, fucking he made his own bed, Mike.

Robert made his own goddamn bed here.

Keep that in mind. Did all you could.

Yeah.

And, uh, what about the status of Callahan?

Fucking shitshow.

I mean, the... by the time Belleville PD showed up,

he was in the wind, but everybody's on it, Mike.

Everybody's on.

We are gonna get this piece of shit.

Yeah, well, I have to put this fucker down for Kyle's sake.

-My poor brother. -Yeah.

Hey.

It's fucking unbelievable, Mike.

Coward's way out.

Mike, I'm so sorry about Tracy.

Appreciate it.

I need your help.

Okay?

I need Kyle out, like, now.

Kyle's under watch, Mike. He's safe.

No. No, there's no "safe" in that place, okay?

He's nearly been killed three times,

and now, he's on the edge of doing it himself.

Okay? This is not how this ends.

What can I do?

I think you know what you can do, okay?

The hunt for Robert is officially over.

It's as close to justice as you're gonna get.

So, my brother does not need to be in anymore.

So, pave the road,

'cause Frank Moses is about to make a mistake.

That's a big game, Mike.

Yeah, I'm gonna deliver him to you.

Okay? Make your career, I owe you that,

and you're gonna get Kyle out, you owe me that.

It's the only way that any of this makes sense.

You deliver Moses,

give me a prosecutable case,

I'll have Kyle out in 24 hours.

Okay. Get the judge to the prison for the hearing.

Today. Make it happen.

Hey.

Today's a somber day.

Somber day.

Yes, it is.

I lost my sister-in-law yesterday.

Condolences.

But I will tell you that my friend,

my only fucking friend, was gunned down last night.

Almost 50 years side by side.

LJ and me, we-we-we-we outlived everybody.

We stacked so many bodies,

I stopped trying to remember who they all were.

We lit funeral pyres, Mike.

But in this place, in this-this fucking circle of hell,

some low-rent fuck gets him?

Yeah, I'm sorry, Frank.

-You know who did it? -LJ was getting the car

and somebody shot him on the goddamn sidewalk.

He shot my brother in the face.

Undertaker says he's gonna work on him,

but he can't promise an open casket.

No.

No one saw a thing.

No witnesses come forward.

Not here, as you know.

I'm sorry.

Oh, fuck your sorry, Mike, all due respect.

Yeah.

You won't be offering sorries when I'm finished

'cause I'm done with restraint,

I'm going to flatten this whole goddamn town

if that's what it takes to hunt that motherfucking coward down.

Yeah, I hear you.

I understand that.

When my brother was killed,

I wanted blood, I wanted everyone to pay.

I wanted to find this fucker,

kill him, and kill all his descendants.

And did you?

No. I was talked out of it.

There ain't no talking me out of this.

I would never try.

Listen, Frank, we've built too much here

to let it just all fall apart.

So I'm gonna find out who did it, you have my word,

and I'll bring you the target.

Well, you do that.

You deliver him to me, and you and I,

we are true partners.

Your sister-in-law, was it a natural death?

-Natural death? -Uh-huh.

Uh, that doesn't happen here, Frank.

Are you fucking ghosting me?

What the fuck, Mike? I did everything you fucking said.

Stop, Lamar.

Now's when you stop talking and you listen, okay?

I've been busy cleaning up your mess.

Firstly, I've gotten Moses to look outside Kingstown

for the hitter, not at you.

I've gotten Bunny to think you're an avenging angel,

not the traitor that you really are.

I've untangled your fucking mess, okay? You're welcome.

You can report back to duty like nothing ever happened.

-Okay? -Are you for real?

Yeah. Now's when you say, "Thank you, Mike."

How do I know I can trust you?

Because I do exactly what I say I'm going to do,

don't I?

And what's your alternative anyway?

You gonna do this on your own?

Take your chances and run? I mean, Jesus, Lamar,

you got two of the baddest motherfucking gangsters

gunning for you, son.

How long do you think you're gonna last on your own?

Why you doing this for me?

Because it's my fucking job.

All right, everybody, listen up.

We, uh, continue to cooperate with local authorities.

I will provide you with updates as I receive them.

As you all know, it has been a difficult few days.

Little bit of housekeeping.

Deputy Warden Torres has resigned, effective immediately.

So, go out there, do your jobs.

Hypervigilance at all times.

That's all.

Officer Breen.

Speak to you for a second, please.

It's a shame about Torres, Warden.

Straight shooter from what I could tell.

Yes, he was.

Look, Officer, before Torres tendered his resignation,

he brought an excessive force complaint to my attention.

And?

And you are the one accused.

Jesus Christ, we don't got bigger problems?

What the fuck's this bullshit, Warden?

This "bullshit" is important, Breen,

and we need to investigate.

I'm sure you can appreciate the optics we need to maintain.

Yeah, you're suspending me?

You're suspending me for doing my job?

I am putting you on restricted duty

for putting an inmate in the fucking infirmary.

Are you fucking kidding me?

You will mind

your language and your tone

when you are speaking to me, am I clear?

Yeah, I'm just...

I'm sorry, I'm... I...

Just remind yourself, as you go about your day,

given your past and your reputation,

which precedes, you are lucky you are not in a fucking cell.

Report to the armory.

Inmate.

Kyle.

I need to see you move.

Hey.

I can help you.

All right, C.O.,

once you're done here, I'm gonna need you to load the M4 mags.

What am I, a fucking stock clerk?

Just do your fucking job and shut your mouth.

You're on restricted.

Means you get a nice break from the snakes on the snake farm.

Am I wrong? Cheer up.

I'm good. I'm good.

You could use it.

Suit yourself.

Kyle signs

the consent form,

I file the motion rescinding his guilty plea,

we get the hearing if the D.A.'s office is really playing ball.

'Cause I got to say, I'm a little suspect.