Mayor of Kingstown

We're going to find this animal

and we're going to get through it together.

The hunt for Robert is officially over.

- I need Kyle out now. - You deliver Moses,

- I'll have Kyle out in 24 hours. - Pave the road.

'Cause Frank Moses is about to make a mistake.

Lamar took out LJ.

So you know where Lamar is?

I need you to get to

- 864 Eastern Avenue. - What for?

You're gonna catch Moses in the act.

I didn't come here to be a janitor.

- - Here I am

taking out the garbage like I'm a fucking child!

What happened, Mike?

It's impressive.

You pulled it off.

You're saving your brother's life.

- Get your people to back off. - They need another.

They got the one who fucked it up,

now they need the one who

fed the information to the Crips,

and then I will be free.

- - Fuck!

Get down!

Mikey!

- -

Fuck, fucking, motherfuck.

- -

Fucking Christ. Fuck!

Sarah, your gun.

What?

Give me your gun.

Kyle. Kyle.

Down! Get down!

- You good? -

Gimme the piece, gimme the fucking piece.

Mikey!

Hey, fuckers!

Kyle.

Kyle. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Kyle, hey, ease up. Ease up, ease up, ease up.

Come on, we need one alive, huh?

All right? Relax.

You're gonna wish you were dead, motherfucker.

- Sarah? - Yeah?

You okay?

- Yeah. - All right, get out of here.

Go out back. You were never here.

But, Mike, Mike, Mike.

Kyle used my gun.

You left it behind the counter.

- I knew where it was. - Yeah.

We got you. Don't worry about it. Go on.

- Get out of here. - Okay.

All right, that was just a scratch.

Don't make it a fucking thing, spider.

Yeah, I'm trying real hard

to think of a nice way to tell you to fuck off.

I can't do it.

Yeah, well, that's the meds talking.

All right? I'll see you soon.

All right, Captain, this is fucking clear-cut here.

All right? This is some ancient prison fucking payback.

That's all this is. Right, Mikey?

Yeah, it seems to be.

It was just a AB attack,

ordered by Callahan.

That is your escaped prisoner.

- Simple as that. - Right.

Got two in the slab now.

Yeah, amen and pass the fucking ammo.

Witnesses saw three gunmen.

Captain, they're wrong.

Are they? All of them?

You know better than anybody else.

Fucking blood on the streets, bullets in the air,

eyewitness accounts don't mean shit.

Two bad guys down. That's what I know.

That's what I see.

Okay. Got it.

Yeah.

10-22C.

Don's Diner and the surrounding area is clear.

Two bodies found in full tactical gear

are en route to the morgue.

Copy that. 807 back in service.

Pray for and pity the missing third,

the pain he must suffer.

Godspeed, brother.

See you in Valhalla.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Yeah, Bunny.

You clock in?

Just about to. Why?

Today your last day.

And we got one more box to check.

And after that,

you're a fucking free man, Kevin.

- For real? - You know,

I may hit you with a little severance package.

Ain't no retirement, but...

- No, I get it. - Start of something new.

Thank you, Bunny.

You want to thank somebody, thank the mayor.

Not a lot of folk can charm that motherfucker.

You got game escaped my notice.

You know what need doing today?

Yeah, for sure.

Uh-huh.

This is how he contacts you, right?

It's how you call him?

Where is he?

And speak now, while you still got fingers left to dial.

- Fuck. - You're making this

harder than it needs to be, Billy.

You think Callahan would do the same thing for you,

if roles were reversed?

Yeah. Yeah, he fucking would.

- That right? - Mm-hmm.

Well, where the hell is he, then?

He could tap in for you right now, Billy.

Flesh and bone and blood is nothing.

I have a code.

What do you got there? What... you got fucking what?

I have my honor.

Fuck your honor.

Yeah, and fuck your code, Billy.

- Huh? -

Was it your code

when you cut off Shaver's dick and balls?

Was that your honor?

Huh? That it?

- Hey. -

Look at me.

I think you can see

that my intentions are clear.

And that your time with me

can be as long as you choose, okay?

So why don't we just save some blood

and a whole lot of agony

and tell me where the fuck Callahan is?

Go fuck yourself.

Oh, man.

How is he?

He's in surgery. Blood loss, tissue damage.

Missed the artery, though. Nothing major.

Okay, good.

All right, we got a-- we got a BOLO

- on Merle Callahan here. - Yeah, no shit.

No, listen to what I'm saying.

We back-channel this shit, Keno.

Anyone-- anyone fucking sees this fucker,

it comes to me-- cop, civilian, doesn't matter, all right?

Yeah, I got it, I got it.

Hey, just invite me to the fucking barbecue

- if you can, Ian. - Yeah, yeah.

- You're a good man, Keno. -

I don't know how many parts

we have to take off of you

before you become, like, a freak show.

You're gonna scare the kids in the street now,

your own mother can't stomach you.

I don't know shit.

For what?

Fucking Callahan? For God's sakes.

He's a fucking coward.

You realize that?

He's left you to do his dirty work.

No, he had his own work to do.

Oh, I fucking envy him.

He left you here to die. Why are you loyal to him?

Loyalty's earned and returned, you traitor motherfucker.

The brothers would've run a train on you, Mike,

on the daily, without Merle watching out for you.

He saved your ass, and now what? Huh?

Is that right?

You think Merle Callahan gives up the fucking field?

Huh? You think that, you don't know the man.

Merle ain't no fucking spectator.

He's fucking front lines, man.

Oh.

So, Callahan's in Kingstown, then?

- Is that right? -

I see.