Guts

So who are we taking this fight to?

Aryans.

They got a lot of reason to come after us.

So let's take the fight to them.

We were supposed to bust 'em. Not roast 'em.

Get word to Rafael.

They're gonna want an equalizer.

First you were loyal to Milo, then you were loyal to me.

Where are you gonna put your loyalty next?

I got ambitions now, though.

Outside of this place, there's a line.

You chose to cross it. I gave that to you.

- Okay? - I hear you, Mayor Mike.

***

You been in my lockbox?

You're new.

So I'm-a save that pretty face.

Iris!

We gotta go.

To Baby Mitch.

To Miriam.

***

A conviction puts the whole family in prison.

Whether you're inside dreaming

about your people on the outside...

...or outside praying for your people in...

...nobody escapes.

The cops and the COs...

...are trapped in their own cages, too.

That cage gets comfortable.

And penned in long enough,

you adapt.

You adapt to anything.

You become capable of anything.

And you stop imagining what comes after.

***

But for the ones waiting,

the future is their only hope.

All they want is a release date,

because they think it brings resolution.

But incarceration is a business,

and the prisoners its product.

Once you are put through that machine,

you're part of it.

No parole or time served.

No exoneration.

Nothing lasers off that mark.

It's in you...

...forever.

What you've seen...

...what you've done.

There's no resolution.

Visitation's over.

***

Mostly, society's right.

Sometimes being branded...

Let's go.

...put in a cage,

is the only way to save you.

***

***

***

***

I don't know, Ton.

This shit ain't good, bro.

I got to throw this shit up.

- Never felt nothing like this. - I got you, bro.

Just keep walking. No stopping.

This way, this way, this way, this way.

I got you, I got you.

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on.

Go get Raph now. Go, go.

Hush!

Oh, fuck.

The fuck happened?

Hush. Hush.

Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

Fuck.

He's fucking dead, yo.

He was yelling and twitching, and then nothing.

Okay.

Uh, here, put this shit on.

All right, so you have somebody inside?

No.

I have a son in the grave.

Sorry.

The person who killed him is inside.

He's in StoneBrook.

My son and his friend got in a fight.

It was bad.

He shot my...

boy in the head and dumped his body in the lake.

Greg, the friend, uh, he helped us search for him.

Cried on my shoulder and held my hand, and...

Then the truth came out.

The parole board has heard my victim statement

for the last five years,

and they've denied his release.

But something changed now.

Yeah, he did his time.

Yeah, so did my boy.

He's still doing it.

Look, Anna.

If the parole board has already signed off on this,

there's really not much that I can do for you.

If it's stamped, it's done.

Yeah, but...

couldn't something happen?

I mean, something could,

that could make them reconsider, right?

Prisoners get in trouble, they get more time.

Yeah.

It happens.

His name is Greg Stewart.

Stewart. You said StoneBrook, yeah?

- Yes. - Okay, look.

I'll look into it.

- Mike. - Hey, you still have

a sister that works over at StoneBrook, right?

I'm good, how are you?

Fucking great. Who cares?

Do you?

Yeah, she, uh, teaches theater to the drama club maggots.

Puts on plays with these assholes.

Yeah, look, I need to talk to her

about a thing.

All right, I'll text you the witch's number.

Any day now.

I'm doing it.

This is custodian Teddy. Hello?

I got a big problem in storage number 2-2

west side 30.

Rápido. Needing help.

Teddy, what the fuck are you doing on our channel?

- Pull the emergency lever. - Jesus Christ.

It's red. I know you see it.

Fucking guy dead over here.

Thirty West. There's blood everywhere!

Shit. I need backup

in 30 West, storage room 22.

Repeat, I need backup

in 30 West, room 22. Now!

What the fuck are you... Are you running?

Now!

***

Fuck!

Shit.

Mike, you still there?

Yeah.

You're not gonna believe this shit.

Fuck.

Jesus Christ.

The balloon popped inside him.

It ain't no mystery, man.

Sucks for Big Hush, but...

it happens.

You know who muled the package?

Uh, yeah.

Yeah, she's a good girl, is one of mine.

Her name's Sharon.

Uh-huh. You talk to her?

Not yet.

What, she's not picking up?

It's one of mine, Mike.

Okay.

Look, uh, I'd fucking press pause on this.

Anything that she touched.

Pause? What?

It's too late, Mike. That shit already distro'd.

Junkies do not give a shit

if it was squeezed out of Hush like toothpaste.

The fuck is wrong with you?

It's product, Mike.

Yeah, product that you got to dump.

It's a recall or a refund or whatever.

This ain't no

"customer always right" bullshit, Mike.

This caveat emptor.

Be smart, Bunny, that's all I'm saying.

Be smart.

Think about it.

I'm not selling cookies out here, Mike.

Be smart.

Shit.

Hands on the steering wheel, please.

You rolled right through that stop sign, miss.

I know, I'm sorry.

Where you headed?

I'm just going home.

- Where's home? - It's close by.

I'm staying at a friend's house.

May I see your driver's license, please?

I don't have one.

It's expired?

- Sure. - Step out of the vehicle.

Please don't make a fucking thing of this!

- Step out of the vehicle now! - Fuck y-- fuck you!

Turn the engine off.

Turn off the engine. Turn off