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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,

theyjust 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 Red Carriage.
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 Sunter?

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 a stripper.

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 after this, so...

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.
- Yeah.

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 y'all 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 knead 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...
- Yeah.

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.

Well dressed,
throw some wax on my stache

On my stache

All black, you can call me Johnny Cash

- Johnny Cash
- Johnny Cash

- Johnny Cash
- Johnny Cash

All black, you can call me Johnny Cash

- Johnny Cash
- Johnny Cash

- Johnny Cash
- Johnny Cash

All black, you can call me Johnny Cash

Got my boots on and they all black

Pop a door, let me curl my moustache

I's on my tiptoes

Pullin' out the Zippo

Cigarette in my mouth when I spark it

Not close to the curb when I park it

Dressed like the boogeyman

Give a damn about the groupies, man

9 o'clock, and I'm running late

- I know you.
- Thank you.

Come dance for me.

I'll find you when I'm done.

My seat is reclined

Don't know what she got on her mind

All black, Johnny Cash with the swag

Matte black, white walls on the lag

Well dressed,
throw some wax on my stache

All black, you can call me Johnny Cash

- Johnny Cash
- Johnny Cash

- Johnny Cash
- Johnny Cash

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.

Who could ever take your place?

Oh, yeah

Now I tried to tell ya, baby

There ain't

Nothin' we can do

'Cause I'm no good for you

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.

Now, I tried to tell ya, baby

There ain't nothin' we can do

Is it my turn
to wish you were lying here?

I tend to dream you
when I'm not sleeping

Oh

Is it my turn to totally understand?

To watch you walk out of my life

And not do a damn thing

Woah...

So take every little piece of my heart

Yeah...

Take every little piece of my soul

Yeah...

Take every little bitty piece of my mind

No, you're never gonna get it

Ow

Never, never gonna get it

No, not this time

No, you're never gonna get it

My love

Never, ever gonna get it

No, you're never gonna get it

Ow

Never, never gonna get it

Not this time

That's it, I'm good.

I'm gonna see you again.

Hey.

I don't want you to go.

I gotta go.

Now you're talkin'
like you never changed

The more you talk
the more things sound the same

What makes you think
you can just walk back into her life?

We got a good thing

I just sit back

And watch you make a fool of yourself

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.

See ya.

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? Put the gun down.
- All right.

- 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.

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!

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.

You're all right. Mike, look.

What the fuck?

Vera Sunter 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.

Mariam, 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, fuck off.

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.

Shit.

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, please.

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

Let's go. Come on, man.

Mike.

What's her name?

Next time, on Mayor of Kingstown...

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

Just tyin' up some loose ends.
There's a lot of 'em.

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?

He's different than his brother.

More like us. And send someone else.

Where is Iris?