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- What's your name, honey?
- I'm Iris.

Iris, I am Craig.

She is poisonous, okay?
We use her to turn judges.

She needs a cover and this is it.
She's ours.

No one can have me.

That's my appeal.

Besides, I'm spoken for.

By who?

Mike McLusky.

- No, Mike, this is serious.
- Yep.

Them guards is pushin'.

If they ain't careful,
they gonna wake the beast.

I need a favor from you, though.

My little cousin, Akim.
He on this hockey team, right?

His first game is tonight.

Could you run him over there for me?

- Why hockey?
- This is my way out.

These motherfuckers
won't let me have it.

If you want to play hockey,
you're gonna play hockey.

I'm gonna take you
to every goddamn game.

All right, what do we got, Tim?

My nephew, Sam.

What? He just started...
Three months ago.

They got him pretty good.

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.

What you lookin' at, dawg?

Oh, shit.

Tear gas, tear gas.

Inmates, lay down on the ground
with arms outstretched

or we will fire on you.

Warning shot.

Shoot to kill. Shoot to kill.

Fuck.

It's not his fault.
The men were moving.

It was a hard shot for a sniper.
It's an impossible shot for a rookie.

Then what the fuck was he doin'
in the tower, Karim?

After the issue with Darryl Johnson,

we felt it best
he be separated from the inmates.

Well, he certainly can't go back
in the tower.

Where the hell do we put him now?

Either, uh, discharge or receiving, sir.

Or he drives the perimeter.

That's chump's work.
He didn't do anything wrong.

Look, this isn't about punishment,
it's about protection.

They will kill him if they get a chance
and you know it.

No, we need to move him outta here.

He's in just as much danger
at another prison, sir.

Let's move him to the women's prison.

What? No?

Uh, he's a good-lookin' kid. He's young.

Yeah, those girls
will be all over him, sir.

That could create
a whole new set of problems.

Look, I don't know what to tell you, Ed.

But if he can't be trusted
to not fuck the inmates,

then maybe he needs to find
a different career.

It's the women's prison.

Or he will be released.

Now let's talk riot.

Why are all three leaders of the Crips
in AdSeg?

We had a refusal to comply
during a cell search.

And what's the protocol
when the leaders of one gang

- are placed in AdSeg?
- No, we followed protocol.

I made contact
with the leadership of their rivals

and let them know that we are aware

- of the power vacuum.
- Yes.

We increased our presence at chow
and in the yard

and moved known gang associates
out of the mall.

We did everything we could do,
but at the end of the day,

they're still criminals.

Stripes don't turn into spots.

I'll transfer Sam.

What do you want to do about the fight?

Lock it down.

- Yo, dawg.
- Shit.

- Hey, man.
- Oh, hell no.

Hell no.

It ain't right.

No.

All right.

Rebecca, be back in an hour.

Hey.

Where the fuck are you, Mike?

I'm on my way.

Get off the fucking freeway.
Get here now.

I'm on my fucking way, okay?

It's a fucking emergency, Mike.

You want me there faster?
Just move closer, how's that?

Jesus, what? Yeah.

- We need to meet.
- I'm aware.

- When?
- Give me an hour.

Ed, what the fuck did you do?
Did you lock it down?

The Aryans and Latinos declared war.

- What was I supposed to do?
- Great.

Okay, look. You're stirring
the hornet's nest, all right?

- We need to be.
- Yeah, you think?

I'm gonna cool some heads
and I'll call you back.

- Today.
- Yeah, today.

Jesus.

- Yeah.
- Mike?

- Who's this?
- Iris.

It's gonna be one of those fuckin' days.

Aight, I got it. I'ma handle it.

I said I fuckin' got it, aight?

Hey.

Them Peckerwood motherfuckers
need to check themselves

before we take this shit
to the streets, man.

- You would've done the same thing.
- The fuck I would, Mike.

I don't need to fuck with no rednecks.

Nah-uh. We run shit.
We gonna fuck with 'em now.

- That ain't even why you here.
- Ah, I can't wait to hear why.

My boy gettin' stabbed

by these two bitch-ass motherfuckers,
all right?

And who the fuck does the guard shoot?

The guard shot your boy?

While he was getting stabbed

by them two bitch-ass
motherfucking crackers.

The guard dumps three in my boy's back.

Three, Mike.

And not just any fucking guard either.

That same fucking cherry
that worked my cousin.

- Did he make it?
- No, he ain't fuckin' make it.

15 stab wounds in the chest.

Shot in the back by that fucking
Uncle Tom's nephew, nah-uh.

Naw, he ain't fucking make it.

The fucking guards
got all my leaders in AdSeg.

Then they let
the Mexicans and the whites

run through the whole fucking yard.

And then they shoot my boy in the back.

Give me some space, y'all.

All right.

All right, just fuckin' relax.

That fucking cherry's a dead man.

- Just fucking think about it.
- It ain't me, Mike.

- I don't make this call.
- Look, come on.

Number one,
they're not gonna get to him, okay?

They've already got him in discharge
if not fired him, okay?

We ain't hittin' that
motherfucker inside, nah-uh.

We gettin' that motherfucker
on the street.

So, you want to start a war
with the guards and the fucking police?

I'm a drug dealer.
We already at war, baby. Shit.

Yeah, you're a drug dealer.
You sell crack on your front lawn.

That's not fuckin' war.

You got fucking cameras
in every street lamp around here,

and they leave you the fuck alone.

Why? 'Cause all you do
is sell drugs here.

But you wanna do this?

You'll have SWAT in your livin' room
before you know it.

And they'll shoot anything they see,
is that what you want?

They fuckin' broke their word, Mike!

- And they killin' us for it.
- Think about it.

Talk 'em down.

All right.

I'll try.

They hungry for this.

- I get it, okay?
- Nah, nah, nah, nah,

- they really fucking hungry.
- Feed 'em something else.

- For it, Mike.
- Feed 'em something else.

And you better tell them
Peckerwood motherfuckers

that when this lockdown is over,
we want the yard back.

And we're gonna take it
from their punk ass, too.

- Peckerwood's my next stop.
- Good.

Everybody's got the troops around.

Yeah.

Have a seat.

You know, I question your timing, Duke.

Fuck.

You know they can't hold them, right?

I mean, Jesus.

When they unlock that cage,
they're gonna hit back.

They're gonna hit back hard.

Yeah, we got
all their leaders locked up.

All three.

What's it say about us if we don't try?

We look weak. They do it to us.

That's prison, brother.

You ain't been out so long
you forgot the rules.

I remember the rules.

They need to cancel the lockdown, Mike.

Duke, you rushed the yard.

There's 50 Crips in the infirmary.

They're not gonna lift lockdown
till New Year.

They created this situation
when they made a deal they won't keep.

And mark my words.

This is leavin' prison
and goin' to the street.

A few prison guards get shanked
in their living room,

they'll remember
who runs that fuckin' place.

Pete, come on,
listen to yourself, stop that.

You can't bring the shit to the streets.
They'll get the fucking National Guard.

You'll have a tank in your driveway
and they'll sweep you up like the trash.

It's a zero-sum game now, brother.

They owe us.

They're living in the land of "or else."

Tell 'em to lift the lockdown,

or else.

Number one, I'm not your brother.

Two, don't act like
I fuckin' work for you.

If you want something from me,
you fuckin' ask.

And then you fuckin' pay for it
like everybody else. You understand?

You remember prison
better than I thought.

Mike...

Please.

Tell 'em to lift the lockdown.

Nobody makes money in a war.

I'll ask.

Your window's comin'
at the end of the week.

There are fuckups, Ed.
And then there's today.

They wanna kill that kid.

Best of luck. We transferred him
to the women's prison.

No, they're gonna do it outside.

They wanna make a statement.

Well, suicide isn't
much of a statement, Mikey.

Well, everyone's done a deal
with the fuckin' devil

and nobody wants to fuckin' keep it.

That's not how the devil works.

Okay, 3,000 prisoners
think that they're in the right.

Do you have any idea
how fucking dangerous that is?

Do you know what? Fuck them.

Besides, we can't bend.
We gotta push until they fucking break.

I don't think
they're breaking this time.

We let up now, we look weak.

And then they all run the yard.

- You know what you sound like?
- What?

A fucking convict.

You gotta let the air out of this thing.

Just let some air out of it,
or it's gonna fuckin' pop.

Trust me.

I hope that you're waitin' for me

What the fuck is she doing?

She hypnotizes them with this shit.

She's not even dancing.

Well, she doesn't dance.
She just fucks with 'em.

And they eat it up.

Yesterday she made $4,000
on a fucking Tuesday.

No lap dance or nothin'.

She just pulls this shit on stage

and she sits with them
like they're on a fuckin' date

and they throw money at her.

I know I hurt you so deep,
I know you cry in your sleep

I'll have your tears in my veins

And I need your love for the pain

- I need to talk to her.
- Just let her do her job.

That's not her fucking job.
That's her cover.

She's not doing her job worth a shit.

Is there anyone in the Jungle Room?

- No.
- Good. Tell her I want to talk to her.

Hey, listen.

Job, cover,
whatever you want to call it.

She's makin' us both a lot of money,
so don't fuck with her face.

Don't ever fuckin' touch me again.

Dirty fucking hands.

My baby, my darling,
be there in the morning

Crying and mourning life when I'm torn

Fans, they roaring

Back when I didn't have shit

No way, no bitch want me

Gave me no play

No money, no car

No roof, no food

So, how are things with Mr. Mike?

He won't take my calls.

Hmm, go and see him.

I have.

He won't see me.

Milo thinks maybe he's gay.

Yeah, I don't think so.

If he doesn't want to fuck you,
he's probably gay.

Milo wants to try something
a little bit different.

What would he like to try?

He thinks maybe he likes his angels
with a broken wing,

so, we're going to let him save you.

Save me from what?

From us.

No, no.

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

Come with me. Don't fucking scream.

Tell him I want to speak with him.

He knows where to find me.

It must've been quite an hour.

Ha, yeah...

- Is anybody else up there?
- It got quiet after you left.

All the noise followed me.

I figured.

You coming in or you want me to lock up?

Yeah, I'm gonna go home.

No, you're not.

It's definitely broken.

You're gonna have to go to the hospital.

Does that hurt?

It's not as bad as my stomach.

What happened to your stomach?

- Bad, ain't it?
- It ain't great.

Look, I'm gonna have Rebecca
take you to the hospital, okay?

Why can't you do it?

Because if I take you to the hospital,
the doctor's gonna think I did it.

And then they're gonna call the police.

They're gonna question me for six hours.

They'll question you for longer.

I won't say shit, but you will.

And that's gonna create
a whole other set of problems for me.

- Got nothing to tell.
- The fuck you don't.

I don't.

Your boss sets you up
with judges and congressmen.

You got plenty to tell.

He wants you to do something
and you won't do it.

Yeah.

You gonna do it now?

No.

He's gonna do this to me again
if you don't.

No, he's not gonna do this again.

I promise.

When they ask you what happened...

say some creep
followed you home from work.

He attacked you, punched you
in the stomach and you screamed.

Rebecca was driving by.
She saw the whole thing.

She laid on the horn
till the guy ran off.

The guy stepped on your hand
as he ran away.

You don't know Rebecca.

But you're so happy she came that night.

Otherwise, you'd have been surely dead.

Cry the whole time while you say that.

Understand?

I understand.

Rebecca, you're up.

Yeah, Mike?

Hey. Where are you guys at?
I need a favor.

- Where do you want us?
- Gaelic.

What are we doin'
at this shithole, Mike?

All right, thanks for comin'.

Let's, uh, put our badges out
though, huh?

We don't want another gun fight.

Guns out too or what?

Maybe. Come on. Ready? Let's go.

- All right, you go first.
- All right.

You going to arrest me, Mike?

Do you know
what the definition of insanity is?

Repeating the same thing.

Mike, Jesus Christ.

Over and over.

Expecting a different fuckin' result.

When Milo wants to send me a message,

I'm gonna send him a message right back.

You're gonna get real fuckin' tired
of being the messenger.

Let's go.

Way to make us
an accessory, Mike. Jesus.

- What the fuck was that?
- Everyone in that bar is a felon.

Your secret's fuckin' safe.

All right. Fuck.

Nice. Nice.

Besides, if you guys weren't here,
somebody would've fuckin' killed me.

You still might get killed, Mike.

That was fuckin' awful.

It wasn't that bad.

Thank you, by the way. I owe you one.

You owe us fuckin' three, Mike,
you fuckin' asshole.

Holy fuck.

- Hey, Mike.
- How is she?

The break was clean, so, no surgery.

They put a cast on her arm,
drained the hematoma.

Nothin' they could do about the rib.
She's gotta check those out.

Did you take her to the hospital?

I took her to the minute clinic,
less questions.

I'll say this, the girl can act.

By the time she finished her story,
even I believed it.

- You took her home?
- She's on your couch.

You, what? No, Rebecca,
you gotta get her the fuck outta there.

All right, get her the fuck out.
Call her a cab.

She's too scared.

And if you did what I think you did,
she has every right to be scared.

Rebecca, just...

- I'll take her home with me.
- No, no, don't do that.

She'll spin you like a top, too.

God, fuck, all right, look.
I'm coming. I'll be right there.

I'm on my way.

Fuck.

- Is she sleeping?
- Her rib's hurtin' her too good.

All right.

Hey. How you doin'?

It hurts.

I'll bet.

You ever been roughed up before?

No.

I find that hard to believe
in your line of work.

- Judges don't hit.
- Some do.

How about your mother, your father?

They ever lay hands on you?

- My parents love me.
- Love you?

- Mm-hmm.
- Hmm.

What do they do?

My father was a school superintendent.

My mother does electrolysis.

And you fuck strangers for money.

Yeah, that makes sense.

Don't tell me the story
that you want to be true.

Just tell me the fuckin' truth.
How's that?

- You want the truth?
- Yeah.

My father started raping me
when I was 11.

My mother walked in once.

She closed the door and let him.

Then when I was 15,
he committed suicide.

And she kicked me out of the house.

But they never hit.

You gave me a year.

But you were wrong.

Didn't even make it a month before
this place just tore me to pieces.

Oh, I've got some
bad news for you, Iris.

This is not torn to pieces,
not even close.

If you don't get the fuck outta here

and find someplace safe
where Milo can't find you, it's comin'.

He can find me anywhere.

We're gonna have to get ahold
of somebody at WitPro.

She'll have to give them something.

Yeah.

Do you know any of the names
of your Johns?

I mean,
there's some celebrities that I know.

Everyone knows their names, but...

But you know faces?

I know faces.

Okay.

- You came from New York?
- Mm-hmm.

Okay, look, let's just print out photos

of every New York congressman,
senator, police chief.

Just everyone, right?

We'll make some flashcards for tomorrow.

- What about tonight?
- She can stay on the couch.

I'll stay in the office.

Okay. I'm gonna head home.

Oh, no, no,
I need you to stay here with her.

You really don't trust me, huh?

No.

Not even a little bit.

Did you honestly think
I wouldn't find out?

Find out what?

"A local pizzeria was the location

"of the seventh officer-involved
shooting in under a month

"and the 23rd of this year.

"Two officers interrupted a drug deal
on the corner of 3rd and Fig.

"According to police, one suspect fled,
another opened fire on officers

"as Sergeant Kyle McLusky and
Lieutenant Ian Ferguson returned fire,

"killing 37-year-old Paul Newcum.

"Newcum had previously served
a seven-year sentence

"for possession
with intent to distribute.

"Police also say multiple weapons
and a considerable amount of narcotics

"were discovered at the pizzeria."

That's my job, Mom.

I know what your job is.

I also know procedure.

You're on administrative leave
for at least 30 days.

Yeah.

So, what the fuck are you doing

walking in here
with a gun on your hip and a badge,

both of which should be
in your captain's desk drawer?

Mom, I am on admin,

but they need me working shifts
because we're so understaffed.

And it's a fucking war out there.

You know, it's always been
a fucking war out there.

I teach the ones who lost.

You know, if you're just...

If you're just gonna sit here
and wait up for me just to lecture me

like I'm a fuckin' teenager,

I'm gonna move.

You've been with Michael.

You only talk that way
when you've been with Michael.

- Oh, here we go.
- You know how dangerous he is.

Mom, I'm not having
this argument with you right now.

Mike, he does a lot of good.

Mike believes he does good,
but he is a criminal.

He's been a criminal
since he was in prison.

He thinks like a criminal.
He acts like a criminal.

And as much as he tries to protect you,
he will get you killed.

I'm going to bed.

Think about this.

If you die before your child is born,

your child has lost her war
before it's even started.

Can you not look at your life?

Kyle...

It is no longer just about you.

Good night, Mom.

Last one.

Busy girl.

It's 26.

- 26?
- Whew.

Did any of these gentlemen
contact you directly?

No. No, I was given a time
to meet at a hotel bar.

Which hotel?

Uh, Four Seasons,
Carlyle, St. Regis, Baccarat.

So, you meet up at the hotel bar,
you have a few drinks,

then you go up to the room and have sex?

Yeah.

Did they give you money directly?

- No.
- Never?

- Did any men give you tips?
- We could get gifts.

But not money. Sometimes I got gifts.

What kind of gifts?

Watches, jewelry, uh, a car once.

A car? What kind of car?

A Porsche.

A fuckin' Porsche.

What about this
is so fuckin' funny to you?

Hey, tough guy, stay in your lane.

No, I'm gonna get
right in your lane, motherfucker.

Are you threatening a federal agent?

No, I'm just makin' a promise.

Sit down.

This is how you wanna treat witnesses
that are victimized?

No wonder people don't come forward more
to help you out.

Wait outside.

I apologize
if my associate offended you.

He did.

May I see where Joseph hit you?

Aggravated assault.

State crime, they won't do WitPro.

Do a restraining order,
which he'll violate after he makes bail.

Nice...

Any other bruises, scratches or cuts?

Yeah.

Can you remove the dress, please?

I need to photograph
the rest of your body.

Uh, this is the only bruise.

If I don't photograph your whole body,

the photos of the wounds
aren't admissible.

Turn to the left.

Raise your right arm over your head.

Turn left again.

- What happened here?
- What happened where?

There's a bruise on your left buttock.

Oh, I don't know.
Maybe when he knocked me down.

Turn left again.

Once more.

Get dressed and have a seat.

Look, these cases
are very hard to prosecute.

No money was exchanged.

There is no evidence
that prostitution took place.

There's certainly no evidence

that prostitution was used
to bribe officials,

though I am certain
that is what happened.

The only way to get her
into witness protection

would be to send her back out.

She wears a wire.

We get them ordering her
to one of these locations

and we get video evidence of her
at the location with the suspect,

which means going back to New York.

Yeah, that's not gonna happen.

He wants her to stay here.

He's never gonna
send her back to New York.

And she can't go back
to New York on her own.

Is he using you for prostitution
in Kingstown?

No.

I mean, I don't think
Kingstown can afford me.

No family that can take you in?
No friends?

No family. No friends.

Let me think on this.

I'll get in touch
with the New York office,

maybe they have a piece
that connects this puzzle.

Yep.

You have a cell phone?

I'm gonna give you a case number.

You go...

Maybe we should hand this off

to the New York field office,
shouldn't we?

We should include them
at the very least.

Link them on the case number.

Go to the New York
field office website.

Scroll down here to the case numbers.

Him, too.

Him, too what?

They paid me to have sex with him, too.

Well, this just got interesting.

By the minute.

This is a collect call
from Kingstown Men's Prison.

Press one to accept.

Yeah.

I guess you got my message.

- We should meet.
- Then come on over.

We should meet, Mike.

I don't see
what that'll accomplish, Milo.

We can't really talk about much
in your office.

The park, an hour.

Mind if I bring some friends?
I'm not feeling very trusting right now.

Bring whoever you like,
but if I don't like who you bring,

then we won't speak

and I will pluck every feather
from your little angel, Mike.

Every one of them.

Be there in an hour.

I'm curious
how he plans to meet you in a park

- across the street from the prison.
- So am I.

I'll call you.

Are you Mike?

I am.

Jesus.

You're not supposed to have
cell phones in prison, Milo.

Well, there're some things
we aren't supposed to have

and yet we all do have...

It's very long, Mike.

Getting longer every day.

Capitalism is alive and well
inside of the walls as you know.

Yep.

I need another favor.

Yeah, you keep sayin' that.

I'm done doin' you favors.

You're the only one who can do it.

Then it's not gonna get done.

If you do it, I'll let you keep her.

I don't want her.

I'm so surprised at that.
I thought she was perfect for you.

What about Candace?
Is she more your flavor?

Keep her instead.

I'm not looking for a pet, Milo.

Candace, hand Mike the phone.

What?

I will skin her alive, Mike.

I'll skin her and send you the scalp.

If you can find her.

Hand the phone back to Candace.

Show him our little secret.

Tell him what it is.

So, he can make sure I'm safe.

He put a locator in you?

I've already found her, Mike.

Come on, answer.

Come on, answer.

- Hey, Mike.
- Are the feds still there?

Uh, yeah. They're in your office.

Where's that asshole fed?

I don't know. I think he went out front.

Shit.

I need you to do exactly what I say.

Okay, I want you to stand up
and go out the front door.

- All right.
- Do you see him?

- I don't see him.
- Do you see their cars?

Yeah, I see their car.

Mike, you're scaring me.

Turn left and run.

Where am I running to?

Just fuckin' run!

Have you been in?

The bomb squad's doin' an ultrasound
at the door.

We've got SWAT ready.
Just waitin' on the word.

Okay.

- Anything?
- It's not them. No signs of a struggle.

We've been calling your office.

We're calling their cells.
They're not answering.

I don't know, Ian.
This is reckless. Milo's not reckless.

I don't know
what he wants me to do here.

I don't get it. What warrants this?

Hey, Mike, he's a fuckin' madman.

No, he's not, actually.
He's fuckin' evil, yeah.

But he's not crazy.
He's fuckin' calculated.

SWAT's clear. They're goin' in.

Here we go.

What is that? What does that mean?

- There's Robert, let's go.
- We're clear.

Next time on Mayor of Kingstown...

- It's a threat.
- It's a mind game.

- We have to turn up the heat.
- How much hotter can it get?

She's yours to keep.

So, let's talk about my favor.
The favor is to you.

What am I moving?

You don't have to move it.
You just have to find it.

Is this about what we dug up?

You realize that if this comes
to the surface, we're all in a cage.

It's not coming to the surface.
I'm not going to let it.

God help you.