Mayor of Kingstown

Merle Callahan. It's the fucker in the cell next to you.

He's working you to get at me.

Tracy.

Get her the fuck out of Kingstown.

Visit this morning caused you some upset.

Mike is a fucking pisser.

You're the cop, Mike's the criminal,

and you're the one inside.

Who you here for, brother?

The grand jury's convening in two days

to bring charges against you in the Morrissey case.

They will indict you.

I got a guy who's willing to put Ian

at Morrissey's the day he died.

Let's put the fear into this motherfucker.

You're tampering with a fucking witness.

-I'll go fucking live. -Put that down.

- We just want to talk. -This is tampering w--

Fuck!

Fully automatic. No serial number.

She got a secret compartment

-in the passenger seat. - I told you.

She's corrupt. So let her sweat.

Let her come to me.

You made your point, Mike.

I will separate Kyle from Callahan,

as you requested.

You win. Happy?

Mike, you ain't gonna believe what the fuck

I'm seeing right now.

That's my shit.

Done woke the dragon is what the fuck they done.

We'll find them, Bunny.

I'm-a burn their whole fucking castle down.

We inbound, Mike.

We found a perch.

I'll drop you a pin.

Mm.

This here is a new kind of boldness.

Yeah.

Making a point, drawing eyes.

Cartel does not care what eyes find 'em.

Make a right up here, Lamar. We're close.

Gun it.

What the fuck?

You good, boss? You good?

-What the fuck you doing, Lamar? -We hit some shit.

Yeah, I know we hit some shit. Drive on the fucking rims.

What? What are you doing?

Lamar, what the fuck?

Lamar, get back in the fucking--

Lamar? Lamar?

Where the fuck you going?

Get back in the fucking car, Lamar.

What the fuck?

Fuck.

Bunny. Bunny, you good?

Shit. Hang on, Bunny.

Fuck.

911, what's your emergency?

The train was stopped about a mile back.

Found a truck smashed to shit,

likely where the engineer and the conductor were shot.

How the fuck did it get this far up the track?

I mean, didn't-- shouldn't the goddamn

dead man's switch have kicked in?

The EDR shows it was tampered with.

-What's the EDR? -It's a black box.

Dead man's switch triggers the brake,

but, uh, something was rigged...

Uh, just say the switch was jammed.

Christ, just say that.

- Lawrence? - Yeah, Frank?

We got to reroute.

Take a minute for NTSB to sign off.

Take another minute to bring in

the cleaning crews and the track inspection.

-I'll see to it. -Yeah.

You know, any other gang would've stole the shit.

They just let it burn.

I can smell the money in the wind.

It's grandstanding. They want us

-to know they're flush. -Yeah.

But when they figure out this was targeted,

KPD's gonna start asking why.

Ashes to ashes.

There's nothing left of the shipment,

no ties to me.

I don't own the tracks or the trains.

But you own the depot.

Don't fret, Mike.

They will chase the firebugs, but I'll find 'em first.

How bad this set you back?

I factor loss before profit.

I'll recoup, even if I have

to rip it from their hides.

Hello.

We got a bigger problem than the locomotive.

The big man just got hit.

You're kidding me. How bad?

It's not good.

I mean, multiple gunshot wounds. He's alive,

but he's on his way to KGH right now.

Shit. Jesus fuck.

Put uniforms at the door. Fucking secure that place.

Fuck.

Uh, Bunny got shot.

-Good God. -Yeah.

-Is he alive? -Uh, so fucking far.

-Motherfuckers. -Yeah. Yeah. Come on.

Motherfuckers!

Goddamn it.

All right, fuckers. On the fucking line.

You look funny familiar.

What hood you from?

The Heights.

Shit.

So you, uh, you white-collar, then, yeah?

Yeah, yeah. Well, I need some, uh,

some economic advice.

Wait, hold up, boy.

No, no, you-- you lying sack of shit. I know you.

I know you.

Piece of fucking shit.

Piece of fucking shit!

Yeah, those things always messed up.

You got to push it in before you lift it.

I know how to fucking work a locker.

Know you caught that fucking game last night, Jax.

Can't believe you had the under.

Man, don't remind me.

Me? Treating myself to a ribeye tonight.

Miller, need you in the caf today.

Copy that.

Jackson, you're on the tiers. Lawlor called out sick.

Remember to empty your pockets, stow your phones.

Hey, Jackson, hang back for a second?

Yes, sir.

What about your phone?

I put it in the locker, sir.

Your other fucking phone.

Fucking really?

Remember who you work for, Kevin.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.

Fuck!

I have never, not once, been arrested,

but I have been shot.

I'm just the opposite.

When I say Deverin will recover,

I know of what I speak.

He will recover.

Yeah.

Bunny's survived too much not to survive this.

Hallelujah.

Seen men come back from worse, far worse.

-Yeah. -And Deverin...

...he's too vengeful, go down that easy.

Yeah, I'll take care of the vengeance.

Let's share in that.

Whoever ordered this will want to finish.

And LJ's called in backup.

I'll keep soldiers on the entrances, front and back.

Yeah, let's not do that, Frank.

I'll put KPD on post.

Let's not complicate this shit.

They need to know who they're shooting at, anyway.

Keep my men on the streets, then.

Yeah, better that... find us a target.

-I'm with you, Mike. -Yeah.

-Ten toes in. -Uh-huh.

Fucking use a napkin.

I'm trying to keep the car nice. Jesus Christ.

Why? What happened to the last one?

Ha-ha, funny. Ain't that funny?

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Hey.

You got a twenty on that sicario kid?

I mean, I don't know where he puts his fucking mattress,

but he's hitting fucking Morrison's like clockwork.

Kid's a big tipper.

- Yeah. -Is he there now?

Last time Keno checked in, yeah.

Jesus. Keno, really?

Mikey, it's a fucking babysitting shift, all right?

Relax. He can handle it.

Yeah, all right, look. Meet me there, would you?

I got to make a stop,

but keep an eye on that kid.

He's our best line to the shot caller.

Yes. Yes. Fucking Jesus Christ.

What's the word on Bunny?

What you mean?

You done dragging, man.

Can't even get no telegrams in or out with you.

That how it be?

I got to play it careful. Got eyes on me.

You got eyes on you?

Motherfucker, what side of the bars you on?