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- That'll do.

Good job, kid.
- Thank you.

- All right.

Here you go.

You know where to go?
- Yes, sir.

- Get to it.

- This is never what I wanted.

Never where I thought I'd be.

But then I'd never been
anywhere else.

A little further,
past that tree.

Even when they sent me away,

they just sent me
right back here.

- Every member of my family
fights this fight

in one way or another.

And so does every family
who calls Kingstown home.

So do a lot of families
who will never call it home,

but they live here anyway.

Waiting.
Always waiting.

- You drop somethin'?

- Now it's up to me to keep
the rats in the cage content.

And the keepers
from becoming rats, themselves.

- This is a company town

and the business
is incarceration.

Seven prisons
in a 10-mile radius.

20,000 lost souls
with no hope, no future.

And I'm their link to a world
that doesn't want them.

I'm the life raft.

I'm the mayor of Kingstown.

- Now he's got all these
fucking guards hangin' out

around his cell like a bunch
of fuckin' vultures.

I told you last week
to get him fuckin' transferred.

- Do I look like
the warden to you?

He hit a fuckin' guard.

- So help me, if any
of these bastards punks my kid-

- You'll what?

What are you gonna do, Walter?

Huh?
Just 'cause you pay us,

you think you can
talk to him like that?

Is that it?

Who the fuck do ya think
you're talkin' to?

- The mayor.
- Yeah, you're fuckin' right.

- I'm sorry.

- Look, we had your kid
in protection, right?

But he's got a big fuckin' mouth
and not much common sense,

so what do you want?

- He's in Ad Seg.

Believe me, that's
the safest place he can be.

Your kid fractured
that guard's jaw.

But when they
throw the book at him,

they don't want some
beat-to-shit 17-year-old

in front of that judge,
so, he's fine for now.

But he's gotta understand
and you've gotta understand,

he's gettin' another five years
on that sentence.

And he's gotta come to grips
with the fact

that his only protection
is with the whites,

and he's gonna
have to play ball to get it.

And that means
he keeps his mouth shut

and he does
what he's supposed to do.

Because if he doesn't,
he's gonna end up

somebody's girl
for the next decade.

Be sure to
make that clear to him.

- Sorry. He's my son.

- Well, maybe next time
don't have him cookin' up meth

in the Caraway campground.
How 'bout that?

- Look, tell you what.

You tell him to rope a sheet.

If it looks like
they're gonna punk him,

you have him noose up
before bed check.

They'll put him
on suicide watch.

It'll keep him
on the warden's radar.

- Okay.
- Let's go.

Jackass.

We got a meet
at the Carriage House.

You wanna bring this up?

- That kid's gotten
all the fuckin' help

we're gonna give him.
- Good.

- Yep?
- Is there anyone out there

with somethin'
I gotta hear right now?

- No more than usual.
- Good.

Then we're gonna
be back in an hour.

- Oh wait, um,
remember Milo Center?

His wife's here.

- What does she want?
- Wouldn't tell me.

- All right.

You go on,
I'll see what this is.

- You sure?

- Yeah, if she's here
Milo sent her.

- Okay.

- Vera.
- Mitch.

- How's Milo?
- Good. Ya know, counting.

- It's a little early for that.

- He's an optimist.

- Well, tell me.
What can I do for him?

- He needs something moved.
Could you close that?

- No one can hear us out there.

- I don't mind the smoke.
Please.

- All right.

- I leave for Estonia
tomorrow night

and I must take it with me.
- It?

Well, I gotta know
what I'm pickin' up.

- From that thing.

You know.

- All of it?
- He said 10,000 for you.

- This is a little outside
of what we do.

I'm gonna have to hear
from Milo.

Make sure that you're not
cookin' this up yourself.

No offense.

- He said
he could call after 3:00.

- Have you got the where
and all that?

Oh, a map.

Is there gonna be
an X on the ground?

Or maybe he has
a GPS coordinate, or-

- Milo said no electronics.

He would like you to make a copy
and I keep this one.

- Thank you.
This is far.

- County took the land.

They will auction it off
next month.

- Is there anyone out there?
- Milo said no.

- All right.
We'll get it tonight.

- Thank you.

So tomorrow?

Thanks, Mitch.

- Damn, there's some fine-ass
women in this motherfucker.

- This place, 20,000 inmates

and 40,000 people
to babysit them,

feed them, teach them.

And when they get out,
employ them

or convince them to leave
'cause this place is full.

- Oh, hi honey.
- Any for me?

- Big booth.
- Okay, thanks.

- I'm not takin'
this shit any more.

You show up
and do your fuckin' job.

- Hey.
- Hey man, what's up?

- How are ya?
- Good to see ya buddy.

- I need coffee.

Thanks, I'm dyin' here.

Thank you.

I saw um, I saw your ex
the other day.

- Oh f--
If there was any justice,

she was ridin' the brass pole
at the Elephant, please tell me.

- Nah, man,
Agnes does not

have the temperament
to be strippin'.

- She was with that douchebag

from the public defender's
office, that prick.

- Oh God, I hope she marries
that fuck soon.

- Yeah, she thought
you had no money.

- Hey, you gonna deal with
both of my family functions.

- No, no, that's you.
- Not me, no, no, no, nope.

- All right, what do we got?
Jim?

- Um, my fuckin' family.
- Uh-huh.

- My nephew, Sam.
- What? He just started.

- Mm-hmm.
- Three months ago?

- And they got him pretty good.
- Who?

- The blacks.
- How?

- I don't know.
Somethin' about

one of them
always joking with him,

buddying up, asking him
to mail a letter home.

Some other bullshit about
another guard blockin' his mail.

He did it.
- What a cherry.

Geez, didn't you prep him
any better than this?

- But he's fuckin' 22, Mike.

He thinks these pieces of shit
are his brothers.

These kids, they don't,
they don't get it, man.

They just, they don't see it.

- Yeah, well,
they fuckin' got him now.

Okay?
- Yeah.

Who's the inmate?

- This piece of shit.

- He got a gang outside?
- Yeah, he's Crip.

- Okay, well, there ya go.
That's good news, right?

There's always
this sanction thing.

We're fine, right?
And the inmate's

not tryin' to put your nephew
in his pocket, right?

You know, all right, look.

If your nephew sent a letter
to any guy in the juice,

then I'll get the thing back.

But we're gonna have
to make a trade for it.

So is swing shift
the best time to launch a ball?

- Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- And look, everybody's onboard.

All right, it's not like we all,
we all haven't been there.

- Just make sure there's no
Rambos in the turrets, okay?

If I get this letter,
they're gonna pick

the day and the time.
So, we got to be ready.

For somethin' like this,
I'm sure it's gonna be tarred.

Just make sure we have
our people in the yard.

Okay? No fuckin' subs.
- It's not a problem.

Our whole fuckin' unit
runs the place, except SIS.

It's fine, Mike.

- I don't want any sweeps,
none of that shit

'cause I gotta let everybody
know of this, all right?

Your nephew, gonna have a target
on his back for a while.

- Once we get this handled,
we'll put him up in a tower.

Okay? He'll be fine.

- Yeah, well,
I don't know about that

because he'll probably wanna
start shootin' people

left, right and center.

- As long as he shoots
the right fool.

- Hey, I'll handle it.

Okay?
- Yeah.

- Let's go.
- Thanks, Mike.

Best to the mayor, all right?
- Yeah.

- Hey Mike,
is this gonna cost him with you?

- Absolutely.

- Well, even today,
the textbooks will teach you

that it was a war
over state's rights.

The result is the same.
And it was.

It was a war
over state's rights.

It was over
a state's right to decide

its own position on slavery.

So, this was a war

fought for the freedom
to choose slavery.

And the only time
in recorded history

that the oppressors
fought each other

over the rights
of the oppressed.

It was the most formative event
in this nation's history.

But the catharsis
of that union victory

and the freedom of the slaves,
it was short lived.

A decade later,
a new Union army

made up of mostly
imprisoned Confederate soldiers

and immigrants
reignited the genocide

begun by Columbus
some 400 years earlier.

There's a wonderful-

- Okay, read the first two
chapters.

I'll see you all tomorrow.

- All right, ladies.
Take your books.

Leave your pencils.
We'll start here.

- My grandparents
are from Pine Ridge.

That's where I was raised.

- You're a long way from home.

Do you know this?
- No.

- Well, it might speak to you.

It's about how your family
came to live on Pine Ridge

in the first place.

- Um, I was wondering.

I got a cousin coming here

and I was hoping
you'd ask the mayor.

I don't have any money,
but it's nothing.

If I hadn't
gotten written up for-

- Don't ever, ever,

mention my sons to me again.

Is that clear?

- I didn't mean
to be disrespectful.

- Get the fuck outta here.

- Yeah.
- All right, what happened?

- It's a problem.
- How big a problem?

- Like a seven.

- You gotta start on it
right now?

- Uh, well, I should.

- You near the lake?
- Yeah, I'm passing it.

- Good, so am I.
Meet me at the beach.

- Milo buried his take
on some land north of here.

We gotta go get it.

- Great.

- It's a hassle, but it's worth
10 for our trouble.

- Yeah.
Gonna need Kyle.

- He's not on duty.
- Tell him to pick up a shift.

- How was Ed?

- Tim Weaver's nephew
got hooked.

Mailed a letter
to some low-level Crip.

I don't know
if it was sanctioned.

- Fuckin' Mondays.

Fuckin' Mondays.

Fuck it, get in the car.
Let's go see Bunny.

- All right.

- Why are y'all
dressed like cops?

- Why are you dressed

like you're mannin'
a weather station?

- You're a funny motherfucker,
Mitch.

- It is hot as hell up in here
for October though, right?

- Take your parka off.
Enjoy autumn, fuck.

- What the fuck
you want me to do?

Sit behind a desk?
Nah-uh,

this coat holds all of my shit.

- Can we get five minutes
with you?

- You,
go chill by the front door.

You, go get me a uh, a snowcone.

- Where I gonna
find you a snowcone?

- The 7-11, fool.
- That's a Slurpie.

You gotta get a snowcone
from a snowcone truck.

I could get you a Blizzard.
Got them Blizzards at the Q.

- Yeah, you are dressed
for a blizzard.

- Motherfucker, go get me
some cold, frozen shit.

I don't care where it from,
aight?

- Aight.
- Fruit flavored.

I'm sorry, do I speak Spanish
or some shit like that?

Damn.

What y'all doin' down here?

- Well, one of your guys,
he hooked a guard.

Clean kid, real green.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah,
my boy got that letter.

So, what, y'all wanna trade?
- Sure.

- What you got?
I mean, I fish a good catch.

They, they can milk
that fool forever.

- Ah, it's Tim Weaver's nephew,
so, it's not gonna go that far.

- Cold motherfucker,
I outta trick his nephew out.

- Yeah, if you wanna
get your son shot in the yard.

- True dat, true dat.
True dat shit.

Okay, just the FedEX then.

But I gotta move some product,
so get me a kilo over.

- FedEx is only two ounces,
Bunny.

- Y'all 'bout to be
some tennis ball hittin'

motherfuckers, man.
Come on.

- Shit, come on.
This helps you out

as much as anyone. I mean,
Tim's wired pretty tight.

Everyone's on his side.
This is free money for you.

It was a good catch. Your guy
just picked the wrong kid.

I'm just here to warn you,
but come on.

One FedEx, that's it.

- Deal.

- All right then.
Thank you.

- You know, we woulda
killed each other by now

if it wasn't for you?

Everybody in this
whole motherfucker be dead

if it wasn't for you.

- Thanks, Bunny.

- But ya'll some sorry-ass
businessmen, though.

Y'all do all this shit
and don't even get paid?

I mean, come on, man, that some
co-dependent white man shit.

- You can send us a check
if you want.

- Fuck that!

You hang around, I'll give you
some of my Blizzard though.

Aight!

- Oh shit.

Here he come, y'all.

- Five.
- Five top.

- Six.
- Six top.

- Seven.
- Seven top.

- Eight.
- Eight top.

- Almost time.

- Come on.
- Nine.

- Come to daddy.

- Ten.
- Ten top.

- I need somethin' from you,
baby.

- Don't call me that.
Get in the cell.

- Bitch, I own you.

You sent my boy $500 with tar
and coke all over that shit.

You're either my bitch out there

or I make you my girl
when they send your ass here

in motherfuckin' chains.

- I'm tryin' to help you, man.
- What you expect?

I'm a criminal, baby.

- Look, I'm not gonna break
the fuckin' law for you, man.

You understand me?

- You're gonna do exactly
what the fuck I tell you.

Or the DA's gonna be

readin' your letter tomorrow,
motherfucker.

- Bottom eleven, officer down.
Officer down.

- What?
Yeah, I'm on my way.

No, listen, I gotta go to
the fuckin' station first, okay?

Tracy, yeah, thrilled.

She loves it
when I pick up shifts

an hour before
a dinner reservation.

No, I pick you up.

All right.
Geez.

- And that's it.
- That's it?

I don't kneed it?
- Nope.

You let it sit overnight.
Time does the work.

Why did you pick up a shift?

- Ma, don't start, okay?

- Your brothers are involved,
I'm sure.

- What aren't they involved in?

I gotta go.
- Be careful.

- Why would you say that to me?
- Well,

if your brothers are involved,
then you should be careful.

- Yeah.

- Harmony candles,
burning for yoga

or whatever they're for.
No one really ever knows.

She's sitting right there.
She's sitting right there.

Oh, she's starin' at the candle.

- She's starin' at the candle
and she says...

Can I make a mold of it
out of candle wax?

And this guy, he starts thinkin'
about it, didn't you?

You sick son of a bitch.
He starts thinkin' about it.

Then the next thing you know.

Kyle, hey, man.

Hey, I gotta go.
I gotta go.

Come on.
- Hey, Mitch.

Come here,
this guy's just never-

- No, no, no. Just do
what you gotta do on that.

- Come on,
we can look the other way.

I don't mind
givin' the guy a chance,

but not on a chance
he keeps stealin' shit.

- Well, then take him then.

Artie's gonna like it,
I'm tellin' you.

- Artie can go fuck himself.
We're doin' him a favor.

This kid's an embarrassment
and you know it.

- Yeah.

Jesus Christ.

- So, what's this emergency?
- Dig somethin' up with Mike.

- What?
- You remember Milo?

- Oh, we're not keepin'
that promise, are we?

- Yes, we are.

He buried it
up in Cottonwood Canyon.

- Hey, that's county.
- Those crooks up there

aren't gonna give you
any jurisdictional BS.

- Well, what do you need me for?

- If they do,
if anyone should show up,

you tell 'em
you're workin' on a tip.

It paid off and the department
gets a feather in its cap.

- And Milo's okay with that?
- That's the risk.

- A great way to spend
my night off, Mitch, thank you.

- I don't wanna
fuckin' go either.

Come on, let's go.
- What the fuck are you wearin'?

- Come on, he didn't tell you
where we're goin'?

- No.
- Bear country.

- Not in here.
Get the fuck outta my car.

- You're not takin' me?
- No.

- Fuck.

- Let's go, you fucker.
- Hey, you got an extra pair?

- Hey.
- What?

- Go straight to the office and
then right into the safe, yeah?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Come on.

- That bear's gonna
shoot you dead

and you got loafers on.
You are fucked.

- I know you.
- Thank you.

- Come dance for me.

- I'll find you when I'm done.

- How'd it go with the troopers?

- Ah, they said it'd be
a couple of weeks, so.

- But it went well, right?
- Yeah, yeah. I think so.

I mean,
it's basically a demotion.

So, I was expectin' it,
you know.

- Yeah, fuck you.
It's way better pay, man.

More important, it's your
fuckin' ticket outta here.

This shithole.

- Yeah, well,
here's all I know.

- Yeah, here's all
anybody knows, bub.

- Hey, look over there.

- Well, you know, if you hate it
so much,

why don't you fuckin' leave?

- I'm a felon with no skills.

Where the hell am I gonna go?

This way.

I was lookin' at this school
in Wyoming.

And they teach you
to cook in these Dutch ovens.

And it's kinda like
camp cooking, right?

But what's great about it,

it's 100% job placement
when you finish.

So, I figure, you know,
spend a year cooking,

just fishing trips,
hunting trips.

No one to answer to but a fire.
No consequences, but what?

A bad meal maybe, right?

- Well, you never
made one of those.

How's the pay?

- It's garbage,
but how much you need?

I don't need shit.

- Yeah,
but you're no cowboy, Mike.

I mean, no disrespect
to your cabin,

but you got runnin' water
and lights.

- Fuck you.
The only reason

why I don't do it?
Grizzlies, man.

Fuckin' grizzlies.

- Oh, you and the bears, man.
- Dude, all the fuckin' bears.

I know my fuckin' place
in the food chain, brother.

Yes, this is it.

- This is it?
- We did just do it, cut fence.

There's supposed to be
a rock here.

Hand me that.

A rock's on
the other side of this shit.

Oh, fuck, here it is.

There's a rock.

- Got it?
- Yep.

- Oh yeah.

- Two hundred grand
in the fuckin' ground.

There it is, son of a bitch.

All right.

I'm glad it's not
a fucking body.

- Well, I gotta say, Mike.
That was pretty anti-climactic.

- Yeah, that's how I like it.

Let's go home.

- Roger that.

- Let's go to the jungle room.

- You have to pay upfront.

A hundred fifty, three songs.

- I know the rules.
- I have to tell you.

Three songs.

I can be nude,
but you can't touch me.

Or you can touch me
and I keep my dress on.

- Which do you want?

- Touch me.

- Let's go.

- That's it, I'm good.

I'm gonna see you again.

- Hey.

I don't want you to go.

- I gotta go.

- All right,
I'm runnin' two sets.

The first set
will dissolve on its own.

And I'll take out
the top layer in 10 days.

- No concussion?
- No, I don't think so.

But if you feel any dizziness
or nausea,

I want you
to tell me immediately.

- You feel up to walking me
through what happened?

- Uh, yeah, he uh,

he's been giving me
a lot of lip for a while.

Nothin' that crossed the line,

but I instructed him
to enter his cell.

He stepped toward me.
Told me to make him.

I told him to step back.
He didn't.

I pushed him.
He grabbed me.

I don't know, maybe a headbutt.

It was all pretty nuts.

I managed to
retrieve my nightstick

and deliver a straight thrust
that stepped him back.

Struck him again.

He pulled me down.
I called out.

- Well, son, your first mistake
was allowing him into your space

and not calling for backup then.

We've all made our mistakes.

That club is a last resort.
What is your first resort?

- Pepper spray?
- Distance, son.

What kind of shape
is what's his name?

- Darryl Johnson, 2-6-4-0-7-5.

He's ah,
you know he assaulted a guard.

He got it pretty rough.

- He's en route
to Kingstown General.

We x-rayed him.
Two skull fractures,

multiple facial fractures
and lacerations.

He was stable when he left,
but brain swelling

is gonna be
the real hurdle here.

- Is Darryl affiliated?

- He's a Crip.

- All right,
let's put Sam in a tower.

We'll look into Darryl's cell,
and who he's close to,

work some transfers.

You're gonna be
in the bird's nest

for a while, son, a long while.

Now, it's not a punishment.
It's for your protection.

- Thank you, sir.

- Thank you, Captain.
- Thanks, Cap.

- Thanks, Owen.

- No problem.
- See ya.

- TV: The way that
your face is turned

and the way that
you're owning that shot

with all of the bondage
that's happening is really good.

- I know you from earlier,
from the mayor's office.

That's what I meant.

- I didn't see you there.

- I was there.

Why do they call him the mayor?

- Because he runs the city.

- I wonder what
the real mayor thinks of that.

- The real mayor knows it too.

- You owe me two dances.

- Come to the club tomorrow.

I'll give them to you.

- I want them now.

- Okay.

- Fuck, you motherfucker.

- Fuck you.

- Fuckin' bitch.

- Somebody help me, fuck.
Fuck you.

- What's this?

Looks like the motherlode,
huh, bitch.

Mayor won't even see me.

There's money there
and it's for your ass.

That shit's mine now.

- Can you speed it up there,
Mike?

I gotta start my real shift
in an hour.

- Well, obviously,
it builds character, bub.

- What am I?
In SEAL training?

I got three fuckin' open cases.

Oh my God, thank you.
- Oh, please stop whining.

And let's get you a coffee here.
How's that?

- Sounds good to me.
Finally, finally.

- Maybe some fucking Cheerios.
- Yeah, ooh, that sounds good.

- All right. Wait, wait.

Hey.
- Yeah.

- You there?
- You got it?

- Yeah, we're good.

- It's all there?

- Well, I didn't
fuckin' count it.

- All right.
Look, you need some rest.

We gotta get that FedEx
from Bunny.

- Yeah, well,
Bunny's probably not up though.

- Well, fuck him.
Somethin' happened last night.

I need it sent today.

- What happened?

- I'll tell you about it
at the office.

- All right.

- Fuck.
- What is this?

- That's a map.
- For what?

Money, right?

- That's correct.

- Where is it?

- Well, it should be
in the safe.

- You're being pretty agreeable.

- Well, I wouldn't die
protecting my own money.

I'm sure as hell not gonna die
protecting someone else's.

- Whose is it?

- Someone you don't
wanna steal from,

but that's between you and him.

- Open the safe.

- It ain't between me
and whoever

'cause whoever ain't
gonna know it was me.

- Workin' 24/7 these days,
eh Bunny?

- Sign of the times, man.

- Yeah, all right, look.
We gotta send it today.

Sorry.

- Why is that?
- Fuck if I know, man.

Talk to the mayor about it.
I have no idea.

- Well, the mayor ain't been
takin' my calls this mornin'.

What you gotta say about that?

- What do you mean?
He's in the office.

Just give him a call.

- Hey.
- Whoa, whoa.

- What the fuck, motherfucker.

- Put down that
fucking gun down, Mike.

Put the fuckin' gun down.
- Put your gun down.

- I ain't playin'.

Somebody shoot through
that motherfucker, man, come on.

- You done?
All right, put the gun down.

- Don't shoot.
Put your fuckin' gun down.

- Don't fuckin' shoot, man.
- Put your fuckin' gun down.

- Do what the man says.

Do it!

- A different deal now, huh?
What the hell, Bunny?

- We made a trade.
- Yeah.

- And one of your guards
worked my boy good.

He on life support at General,
Mike.

- I don't know
anything about that, okay?

But we never
fuckin' break a deal.

Do you understand?
Never with anybody, ever.

- Aight, aight, aight.

We're just a little worked up.
That's all.

That's all, man, okay?
- Yeah, ya think?

What the fuck?
Maybe fuckin' decaf next time.

I'll talk to Mitch and see
what the fuck went south.

And we'll fix it.
But look at me.

The only way
this shit works for anyone

is if everyone trusts us.

That way we can trust you, okay?

- Aight, aight.

- Don't point a gun at me,
motherfucker.

- I got you, man.
I'm just a little worked up.

- Yeah, I hear you.
- He's dyin' up in there.

He's leavin' that place
in a box, Mike.

A fuckin' box.
That's my fuckin' cousin, Mike.

- Everyone's someone's
fuckin' cousin in this town.

- He took my fuckin' gun.
- Go get it, he's right there.

There he go, go get it.

- OPERATOR: You've reached the
voice mailbox of Mitch McLusky.

Please leave a message.

- Mitch, you fuckin'
son of a bitch, where are you?

Where the fuck are you?
Where are you?

Is this what
you wanted to tell me, huh?

What the fuck happened?

Those maniacs just tried
to fuckin' kill me, Mitch.

Ya know, gettin' this letter's
gonna be a fuckin' lot of work.

You know that?
Pick up your fuckin' phone.

Fuck!

What the fuck?

Shit.

What the hell?

What?

- Mike, just jump into my car
here, let me talk to ya.

- What happened?
- Let me just talk to ya.

Mike, you don't wanna see this.
- The fuck I don't.

- Mike, slow down
let me talk to you.

Come on.

- How?

- A gunshot back of the head,
Mike, it was real quick.

Mike, Mike, come on.

- RADIO: One, David, one, zero,
nine, nine, nine, six.

- You're all right.
Mike, look.

- What the fuck?

- Vera Center was found dead
in her house last night.

She was raped, strangled

and this motherfucker's prints
are there too.

This guy should put up a goddamn
billboard, Mike.

I don't know.
I just know

that I'm not gonna be able to
hide the fuckin' link on this.

- Is it a secret there?

- Yeah, it's common knowledge
and it's public knowledge.

But if the state, feds, and the
fuckin' news pick up on this.

Mike, I just need you
to make sure

it just all stays with Mitch.
- Yep, yeah.

- Mike, you don't
need to see it.

All right.
You just don't need to see it.

It's not gonna fuckin' do
anything for you.

We got this fucker.
- I-I've gotta see it.

- We got this guy,
SWAT's at his house right now.

We're gonna fuckin' go there.
- It's my brother.

I gotta see it.
Just let me see it.

- All right,
don't touch anything.

- Fine.
- Everybody's watchin' on this.

- Fine.
- Let's make some room.

- I mean, how else
could it end?

For you too.

When you help these parasites.

You hold it together
for everyone else.

It's fuckin' inevitable.

Ya know, I always knew
that this would happen.

I just thought
it would happen to you.

- And so the United States Army

moved the Cherokee further west.

And this particular group,
some 1,600 people

were pushed to a new home
in a territory

that would become known
as Oklahoma.

Upon reaching the banks
of the Mississippi

where steamboats
would ferry them across,

a dilemma arose.

Every Cherokee family
keeps at least one dog,

sometimes two or three
to aid in hunting,

tracking game, protection,

but to the Cherokee a dog

is more than an aide
or a companion.

It is a spirit helper,
an ancestor,

a friend.

Well, the ferry captains
wouldn't allow the dogs

on board the boats,

so, they pushed off,
leaving 3,000 dogs

pacing the banks
of the Mississippi.

When the boat
was a hundred yards out,

almost in unison,

the dogs began howling in agony.

The Cherokees started crying,
calling to the captains.

Turn back.

The dogs hearing the pleas
of their families howled louder

until one dog could stand
the separation no more

and leapt into the river.

Another dog followed
and another, and another.

And soon 3,000 dogs
were churning the waters,

fighting the current,
but the current was too strong.

And one by one, they began
to disappear under the waters.

Until there was
just one dog left.

Strong, unwavering,

the dog fought the current
and disappeared under the water

and then reappeared
further downstream.

The people screamed for him,
begging him to succeed.

Until at last,

too tired and no strength left,

he disappeared into the waters
of the river.

And the people
fell to their knees and wept.

- Miriam, can I
have a word with you outside?

- Aw, fuck.

No.
- He in there?

- Mike, you know how this works.
Come on, no way. No way.

- Where is he? Come on.
I need this.

Just give me this.
- Mike, it's not gonna happen.

Mike, there's no way.
- It's for Mitch.

- Mike, look, Mike.

- If he goes to prison,
I can't fuckin' touch him.

You understand that?
We don't work with the mafia.

That fucker's gonna
sit in prison with his feet up

for the rest of his fuckin' life
laughin' about this shit.

- He won't.

- Mike, I give you my word,
if he's alone in there,

he will never
get off that couch.

You hear me?
- Okay.

- Don't worry, Mike.

I do this shit for a livin',
brother.

Come on boys, let's go.
- We got ya.

- Here's what you will do.
Pick up the pistol.

Do it.

Come on, grab that gun.

No, no, no, not by the barrel,
by the handle.

You've seen too many movies,
Alberto.

All right, good man.
Now point it toward the ceiling.

Yeah.

And bring the muzzle down
slowly in my direction.

Thank you.

- It went well.
The way you'd want it to go.

He got to see it comin'.

- Yeah.

- How did this happen?

- That's a really good question.

- And who has the money?

- The police.

- Can you get it?

- Nope.

- That's going to be
a problem for you.

- Son of a bitch.

Now, listen to me.
They killed Milo's wife.

They found the map.

Then they killed
my fuckin' brother.

Mitch was off limits.
And you know it.

Everyone knew it.

If Milo wants to blame us
for this shit,

I'll have him killed in his cell
before midnight.

Do you understand?

Everything my brother gave you,

I can take away in an afternoon.

Don't ever threaten me again.

Fuck!

- Dawn.

Have you ever once
come home before dawn?

- Look, Ma, I don't-
- I don't either, Michael.

What is there to say?

He's gone.

In the manner we all imagined.

This will be your way, too,
you know?

- Ma, we don't break the law.
You know that.

We bend it.

To make peace.

For everybody.

- I'm so familiar
with what you do.

Your father invented it.

But don't delude yourself
into thinking any of this

is for the common good.

You worked incredibly hard

to accomplish
absolutely nothing.

You prolonged the inevitable.

Couriers, fix-it men,
part-time gangsters.

And you think
because you don't

make much money
that it's noble?

Mitch, God rest his soul.
How I loved him.

Was arrogant and lazy.
I know why he did it.

For the attention, the power.

But for the life of me,

I'll never understand
why you do it.

You hate it.

You hate this town.
You have no friends.

And all you've done
since you were a little boy

is dream of leaving.

And here you are.

- What am I supposed to do, Ma?

I don't know how to leave.

- Michael, you just go.

- Ugh.

- Hi, I was hoping
you could help me.

My daughter,
she's in the woman's prison

and she wasn't...

It doesn't matter.
She's in real trouble.

I told her to
talk to the guards,

but she said to come see you.

- You got the wrong guy, ma'am.

- Are you not the mayor?
- That was my brother.

- I'm sorry to read that
in the newspaper.

- Yeah, thank you.
Thank you.

- My daughter,
she said to see you.

She said that
you're the mayor now.

- I'm sorry, but she's wrong.
She's wrong.

- But, then what do I do?

- I don't know.
- Sir,

you don't understand, sir.
Please.

I don't know
what they're gonna do to her.

I don't know
what she will do to me.

- Mike, this isn't for you.
Okay? Let's go.

Let's go.
Come on, man.

Mike.

- What's her name?

- MALE ANNOUNCER: Next time,
on "Mayor of Kingstown."

- There's not one reason
for you to take this on.

- MIKE:

A lot of them.

- Mitch wouldn't do
it that way, Mike.

It's a big risk.

- We had an arrangement
with your brother.

We're here to decide if
you would be interested

in being a paid informant.

- Mike, where you at?

You a friend of me or
are you friend of them?

- I used to be friends
with Ian and his brother.

Well, I guess Ian
sent someone else.

Where is Iris?