Captain of the Shit Out of Luck

You put your thumb on the scale

for Bunny, and then clip the supply for the Aryans?

Thumb is a little too heavy, so I'm recalibrating.

Brucker Junior High?

Fuck you talking 'bout?

Your kid's school.

And your bitch.

She gonna get lonely. Or not.

Why'd you talk to Cherry today?

I talk to all my patients.

I'm still talking here.

I got nothing against you.

But Cherry gave us all a reason to be pissed off.

That vehicle went off the bridge.

- It's a mass murder. Konstantin's girls.

Who's got the goddamn reach for that?

Callahan's not gonna do it.

- Why not Callahan? - He's not gonna bite

the hand that feeds him. Come on.

Look, Mike, I got Bunny Washington top of my list.

You think that shit of me?

Say you didn't do it.

Rhonda was the fucking mistake!

I am done.

I'm gonna be the monster now.

Spring fucking bounty, brother.

Our cook's up and running. We'll have a surplus soon.

Mayor's gonna push Black in back,

and the Russian's time's tick-tocking a-fucking-way.

McLusky's head on straight?

He knows better than try me.

Anyone crosses us,

no limit, fucking havoc we wreak.

Mayor's got shit to live for.

We got shit to die for.

I'd die for you, Merle.

Hey, not soon enough, brother.

Oh, shit!

Jackson to Central. We're under attack.

Jackson to Central! We're under attack!

- Yeah? Mike.

We got ourselves a shitshow.

I got three inmates dead, we got a CO, a fucking CO, dead.

These fuckers threw grenades

over the wall. Fucking grenades, man.

What?

Who's throwing grenades?

You don't think this was Bunny, do you?

Carney.

Come on. Who got targeted?

Aryans on landscape duty. Uh,

Callahan, the Viking asshole, couple others.

This is not good, and I don't know who bought it.

Well, that's the question to answer.

Answer it before I get there.

How much time do I have?

I'm on my way.

Jesus Christ.

Sorry. I'm... I'm sorry.

That's a whole lot of calls, Kareem.

This is more important.

So, um,

wh-when... when did it start?

She's always been emotional.

Right.

But after... after the riot, after that.

She read things.

Heard things at school.

Saw me at home?

Baby...

this is not because of you, okay?

But she needs help.

- She needs to talk to someone. - Yeah, of course.

Of course, absolutely.

The school referred her to a therapist,

but she's, like, $300 an hour,

- twice a week, and-- - Twice?

They recommended three times.

Whatever she needs, right? We will work it out.

I will work it out, I-I... I promised you, right?

- I promised. - Kareem?

No, I promised.

Right, Vanessa, didn't I?

Sorry.

I'm... sorry.

Look, I will make this right for us.

I promise.

Kareem, answer it.

I am...

I'm with you right now.

I'm here.

Hey.

Why'd you let me sleep in?

You don't need to be up, babe.

Did you eat anything?

Um, no. I-I'm late.

- Coffee's on. - Let me make you some eggs.

Baby, I'm really running late.

I-I just...

I'll get something at work.

Wait, hold on a second.

Forgot your to-go thingy here.

You may not need food, but you need your rocket fuel.

Thanks.

Hi, buddy.

- Hi. - Kyle.

Go get 'em today, all right?

Kyle.

Yeah? Oh, yeah. Sorry.

Um...

Hey, uh, did I fuck something up

and not know what I fucked up, or something?

- No. You-- - Want to maybe

give me a hint at what that was?

You didn't fuck anything up, I just didn't sleep well.

I'll see you tonight?

- I got a shift. - Hmm.

Then, I'll see you first thing?

- All right. - All right.

Bye, buddy.

Okay. Okay, let's mark this off.

- Right, right. - Photograph and measure...

Yeah. Fuck, shit.

Hey, I'll be back.

Hey, Mike.

Hey, what's happening?

Who's, uh, DOA?

One guard, shot through and through.

High-powered, high-caliber projectile.

It was fired from a distance.

Fucking snipers?

Yeah, who went down? What prisoner?

We're figuring this shit out, man.

You know, we still waiting on the warden.

Fuck's Kareem?

Hey, will you open this?

Yeah, uh, go ahead. Open it.

- Fuck. - Yeah.

We got the, uh, shoot team trying to figure out

the source of the fire.

- Uh, where's Ian? - Shoot team.

Fuck.

Ian!

Ian!

Mikey, I'm doing fucking police work up here.

- Keno, wave or something! Ian, get down here.

I will-- uh, Mikey, I'm a little fucking busy.

It's gonna get busier. Let's go.

Let's go!

Mike... - This fucking guy. Come on.

Mike. All right.

Welcome to the shitshow.

Callahan. He's unconscious.

They might take him over

to Kingstown General, so

- I'll fill you in when I know. - Okay.

- Yeah, thank you. - Fucking ridiculous shot,

got that fucking guard from 500 yards or some shit.

That's, like, military. That's military.

Tell me what fucking set has a goddamn sniper.

- Fuck. Fucking Bunny. - I knew it. I fucking knew it.

He's got access to military grade.

How you know this?

'Cause I was fucking there. That's why.

Look, I'm gonna send you the address.

I want you to get a warrant and go fucking hit that place,

- okay? Hundred percent.

All right, call me before and after.

Yeah, yeah. Let's go.

She knotted up her sheet.

How long before she was taken down?

Night shift wasn't specific.

Won't know if she's a vegetable till she wakes up one.

Bus is inbound.

Hey...

can you take that to go, honey?

- Kyle? - Huh?

Can you take that to go? I gotta take something to my mom.

Oh, yeah. Shit. Sorry.

Let me just, uh--

Don't worry about it. I'll deal with that later.

Nah, come on, I got you.

Hey, you mind if get a little,

- a little to go? - Oh, yeah, help yourself.

Still doing everything for everyone, huh?

Beats loneliness, Prozac, and The Price is Right.

How's she doing?

Oh, well, she, uh...

wants to sue me every time I walk in the door.

But, uh, she's happier at her own home.

I've got a permit.

No, that's all right. I'm not worried.

What is that, a Glock? Smith & Wesson?

Smith & Wesson.

Oh. Yeah.

That thing has saved me

and my daughter's life twice.

I'd feel a lot better if Tracy carried, I'll tell you that.

Oof, that's gonna be a hard convince.

Yeah, no shit.