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you are here because

your brother will
join us tomorrow.

I know that you and my
predecessor had an arrangement,

but I am not Kareem.

This is my castle now.

Kyle shot me, and I'm
the fucking bad guy.

Tell them why you did it.

This is a house of
fucking cards, trace,

and I can't be the reason
that it comes falling down.

Give me Sawyer.

I'll forget about
Charlie and Morrissey.

- I can't help you.
- That's a shame.

♪ Dramatic music ♪

this fucking train

- decapitated these fuckers.
- Jesus.

Well, this... this is the
devil we don't know.

Bogotá's not budging.

Looks like we gonna have to
stand by that last installment.

- Bullshit.
- We don't, we squabble.

Mike. Somebody took
a shot at the big man.

If anything happens
to my brother,

there's gonna be consequences.

You want to live,
do not go to sick bay.

You heal right here.

♪ Pensive music ♪

I believe in Jesus Christ,
his only son, our lord,

conceived by the holy ghost,

was crucified, died
and was buried.

He descended into hell...
Today is the day, today,

not fucking tomorrow.

No, no. It'll have to be.

They fucking lie!
They always lie!

And life everlasting. Amen.

Our father, who art in
heaven, hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come,
thy will be done,

- on earth as it is in heaven.
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give us this day
our daily bread.

Forgive those who
trespass against us...

Deliver us from evil...

Settling in is a bitch.

Never easy.

You alive, brother?

Knock once for
"yes," twice for "no."

Been over a week, goddamn it.

I got to see my counselor today!

T-o-d-a-y, to-fucking-day!

Get me out of this cage!

I need to see my counselor!

I haven't seen my counselor
in a week, okay?! Goddamn it!

♪ Slow, suspenseful music -shit.

Hallowed be thy name.

Barnes, step away from the bars!

You're seeing your
counselor tomorrow, okay?

- Cut the bullshit. Be quiet.
- Get over here!

Hey, I don't know you.

God. Listen to me.

- I...
- They told you last night

that you're seeing your
counselor tomorrow, I promise.

Step away from the bars.

Step away...

- You cunt.
- From the bars. Step... away...

- You cunt!
- Now!

I believe in the holy spirit,
the communion of saints

the forgiveness of
sins, the resurrection

of the body and
life everlasting.

My god!

Officer?

Officer, call for backup.

Stephens, I need help

in ad seg. I need immediate
backup. We got a prisoner down.

We got a prisoner down.
I need immediate backup.

Call 911!

Holy fuck.

Get the captain down here.

Fucking mondays.

♪ Slow, intriguing music ♪

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I'm on my way to you. Getting in

before hobbs gets
there, all right?

Make sure there's
no bullshit at the gate.

- All right. I'm on it.
- Carney, if you were on it,

none of this would be
happening, would it?

If you were on it, my
brother wouldn't be

a fucking punching
bag. If you were on it...

I'm doing what the
fuck I can, I promise you,

- I'll try.
- Are you eating right now?

Yeah, I'm fucking
eating. It's breakfast.

Jesus Christ, carney.
This is not snack time.

I'll get you through
the gate, all right?

And I'll keep my eyes on
Kyle, that's... the best I can do.

This new warden and
her little deputy, torres...

shit, they've-they've
got my balls in a vice.

I've got no sway.

Carney, I think it's time
maybe you put on a smile,

shake some hands,
make some new friends,

figure it the fuck out.

What's that co in ad
seg? The new one?

- The one you have a crush on?
- Cindy... Stephens. Why?

Russell's tonight. After
you clock out, be there.

I want to meet her.
Thank you. Bye.

- Hi. This is Tracy. Please...
- Fuck. Goddamn it.

Ieave a message.
And I'll get back to you

as soon as possible.

Hey, trace, it's me.

Look, before you go visit Kyle,

please call me
first. It's important.

Thank you.

Fuck!

Let's try this again.

- What's your fucking name?
- ¿Cómo se llama?

Abogado.

Who told you to take
out bunny Washington?

- Abogado.
- Okay, fuck it.

I'm gonna throw a big word
down here, fucker. "Reciprocity."

Know what that means?
Means you give me something,

I give you something back.
Now, you tell me who called the hit,

I get you a fucking lawyer,
you walk the fuck out of here.

Abogado.

Fucking Jesus Christ,
English, por favor.

- Abogado.
- "Abo..."

Nobody cares about
your avocados. All right?

Nobody gives a fuck.

I get what you're
saying. "I need a lawyer."

You got no ID, fucker.
You don't fucking exist.

So, here's what I'm
thinking. Maybe we put you

downstairs in a goddamn cell.

¿Comprende, amigo?

And do yourself a fucking
favor. Give me something

in my native tongue. I
know you fucking speak it.

Hablo English. Come on, Pablo.

Hablo English. Hablo.

Hablo English?

♪ Slow, suspenseful
music -fuck you.

I told you! You owe me
five bucks. Thank you, sir.

- Motherfucker.
- Thanks, big boss.

♪ Tense, atmospheric music ♪

♪ she'll be driving
six white horses ♪

♪ driving six white horses ♪

♪ driving six white
horses when she comes ♪

Heard you had
some static yesterday.

Distractions.

Bogotá go after the
Russians, come at me,

I'll pay 'em a visit soon.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

It wasn't the Colombians
took out Brighton beach.

That you?

A gift to my enterprising
young brother.

Show you my intent.

What you expect in return?

Partnership, 'cause I've
been watching you, deverin.

What you won's been hard-fought.

- You need an ally.
- I never did before.

Well, your move on Moscow
opened up some prime real estate.

The Russians held
that border pipeline

for years, and now
there's a vacuum.

And they'll come back and fill
it, or the Mexicans, the aryans.

I mean, the cartel just
tried to take you out.

Now, I'd see

that you get to keep what
you've earned, deverin.

Only family call me that, frank.

Well, shit.

A rabbit's something
to be chased, right?

A fearful creature.

Now, is that you,
son? Are you fearful?

Don't fear a goddamn thing.

Now, I'm thankful for the gift.

What do you want in return?

A future.

You coming up or not?

All right.

Yo, Jake, we're
doing this private.

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I'm an insulated man,
d, a legitimized man.

I outsource, I
franchise, I delegate.

I own this yard we're
sitting in right now,

and I use it to run product.

And what I offer you is
cross-border transport.

Security. For 30%.

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ten sound better.

20, then. Split the difference.

All right. We gonna do this.

But with respect,
I know your rep,

but I ain't in the business of
taking anybody's word for shit.

I hear you.

I'm gonna meet every player,

every rider on this
here pony express.

I wouldn't have
it any other way.

You're gonna meet
everybody in the network.

See, I'm in the business
of paying shit forward, d.

For real.

But I have a request, too.

You misspoke before.

You have a partner.

It's time I met the mayor.

- Mike.
- Hobbs.

Had I known you'd
be here, I would've

ordered for two
at the drive-thru.

So, you want to tell me
what the fuck happened?

I mean, we just
talked about this.

But not 24 hours later,

my brother gets beaten
to a pulp in your prison.

Want to explain that?

- Your brother...
- Kyle.

- Mclusky. Yeah.
- Right.

I am sorry that
Kyle got into a fight.

Fight? It's not a playground.

- No. No, it is not.
- Right? Right?

But you know the world,
Mike, you know this life.

I am not in control

of every variable, and it
is not my job to reach out

to family every time
there's an incident.

Not what you sang yesterday.

You rule with an iron fist.

But a velvet glove.

I am still settling in,
Mike. Just give me a beat.

Yeah.

Well, if you can't hold up
your end of the bargain,

I can't hold up mine.

We have no bargain.

So you didn't promise
to look after my brother?

I told you I would
keep him alive. Is he?

I am a woman of my word.

♪ Slow, ominous music ♪

okay, from this point on...

anything that happens to
my brother in your prison,

I'll make sure happens to you.

Okay?

I, too, am a man of my word.

Thank you. You okay?

Yeah.

I think it's time to
reassign carney.

- So soon?
- Yeah.

Vestiges of the past.
Should've done it day one.

Little man doesn't know
where his bread is buttered.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Check your mailbox.

Front door, brother.

♪ Slow, eerie music ♪

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You need distraction.

Few puffs won't give you cancer.

Hey, tell me
Raphael's got a line

on that motherfucker who
put hands on my brother?

Some shitcake trying to
make his bones, is the word.

Yeah, any affiliation?

None to speak of.

Just a garden-variety
ritz cracker,

straight from the
big box, you feel me?

If it's sanctioned,
you'd know it, right?

It's been months since them
aryans could've made that play.

- And the Russians?
- Nah.

The red scare's over,
baby. Take the win.

Well, Bogotá comes
at you on the streets,

Raphael feel that inside?

They flexing.

- Yeah.
- Greedy as anybody,

but they smart, too. Know
when to stand, know when to sit.

- Shit. Shit.
- And to play it up

when they want something.

But these little skirmishes
ain't no war, Mike.

- Not yet. Not yet.
- Nah.

Stealth mode, papi.

Colombians ain't gonna bother
your brother none, all right?

They sure as shit bothered
the Russians on the tracks.

Stealth mode, my ass.

Yeah. Sure enough, sure enough.

Sure enough.

Your poker face
is for shit, bunny.

That's 'cause I got
something to share.

Yeah.

You think?

Wasn't the cartel did Moscow.

♪ Slow, ominous music ♪

was it you, bunny?

Frank Moses.
Oldhead out of Detroit.

Jesus Christ. Yeah,
yeah, I know him, yeah.

Russians was his gift to me.

There ain't no such
thing as gifts, bunny.

Fucking give you plenty.

Quit fucking around.
What are you doing?

We joining forces.

I get cover from an og
who ain't never done time.

He gets his dough,
I make way more,

you get peace in your valley.

Sounds like escalation to me.

Nah, no.

That man spent decades
diversifying his assets,

and now he finna cash out.

Spend the rest of his
days in Saint Croix.

Yeah, who isn't?

Life is short, man.

I'm doing it right now,
man. I'm enterprising.

Well, look, you knew the burden
that outsiders bring upon us.

We don't have to keep
taking out the trash, man.

I wouldn't venture
out with this shit

if I didn't see an opportunity.

Yeah? And I
ain't going in blind.

I see the hazard, and
you know I'll handle.

Well, it ain't you
I'm worried about.

♪ Slow, eerie music ♪

I appreciate that.

Moses wants an audience.

Yeah.

I mean, that man coming correct.

- Okay.
- Coming with respect.

Just meet with
him, that's all I ask.

Yeah, I'll meet with him.

Raphael meets the man
put hands on my brother.

That motherfucker gonna hear
that shit loud and clear, Mike.

Loud and clear.

♪ Slow, ominous music ♪

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17, got a visit.

Give me your hands.

Step back.

Step out.

Let's go.

♪ Slow, eerie music ♪

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Hey, Clyde, I got it from
here. Why don't you get back

to your fucking sudoku,
crosswords, whatever.

I'll take him.

Ain't got to twist
my arm, carnoscopy.

Stephens, hang back, I got him.

Jesus Christ, man,
I'm fucking sorry.

It's not your fault.

Mike's working every
angle, I'm fucking...

I promise you, this
won't happen again.

All right. I know.

Fuck.

- Hold on. Hey. Hey, hey, hey.
- Hey.

Look at me. Look at me. Hey.

Breathe through your
nose. Stand up slowly.

Slowly stand.

Stand. You got this.

Breathe, breathe. Like that.

Is this... Is this
Mike I'm seeing?

No, it's Tracy.

Fuck no.

- No, no, no.
- No, no, no. Now, look at me...

she can't see me...

- She can't see me like this.
- Kyle.

I don't want her
to see me like this.

Kyle, look, look, look, look.

I don't want her
to see me like this.

Hey, stop. Stop. Just
fucking stop. Okay?

- Fuck.
- You can't leave her

down there like that.
It'll make shit worse.

She'll just start imagining
what happened to you.

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

Come on, brother.

- I'll buy you some time.
- Okay.

Kyle, what the fuck happened?

It's not as bad as it looks.

Guess I should
see the other guy.

Did they take you
to the infirmary?

I didn't need it,
trace. I'm okay.

Not until a doc sees
it, you're-you're not.

We don't know if your
ribs are bruised or broken.

- If there's a fracture...
- Please. Please, please.

There's a chance that
you're bleeding internally.

Hey, hey. I said I'm okay.

Does it hurt to breathe?

I can't go to the
infirmary. You know that.

Well, maybe I go see
the new warden and ask

what kind of shop she's
fucking running here.

I talked to carney, Mike's
taking care of it, trace.

Yeah. Bang-up
fucking job so far.

♪ Slow, melancholy music ♪

look... If you can't
handle coming here

and seeing me
like this, I get it.

Hey, there is nothing I can't...

you don't have to come
here, is what I'm saying.

There's nothing I can't handle.

I don't want to go
12 rounds with you.

Tough shit.

Tough shit. Okay.

This is what you married,
Kyle. Can't turn it off.

I surrender. I surrender.

Goddamn right you surrender.

I'm not leaving you alone,
okay? Not a fucking chance.

I see what happens
when family stops coming.

The ones inside break.

So don't ask me to stop,
because you know I won't.

I won't.

I'm sorry.

I love you.

I love you.

How's our little guy?

Hey, come on. Come on.

Let's go, ladies,
let's go. On the ice.

Skates are tight.

Don't want to see any
ankle-burners out there.

Let's go!

Mike.

Fuck you doing here?

- You got community service?
- How's our boy?

He's beat to shit, but
carney says he's all right.

What the fuck is carney doing?

You got a line on the hitter?

It's being handled.

We know who hit bunny?

The Colombian kid we
took in is not saying shit.

There's some weird fuckery
with that. Can you not raise

the fucking puck?

Hey. Watch your language.

- Friggin' puck. My bad.
- Fucking Jesus Christ.

I'm keeping 'em out of
fucking juvie, man. Jesus Christ.

- Is that what you're doing?
- Kid we got in the box,

not much older than these
guys, man. Ancient eyes, Mikey.

Yeah, how old we talking?

Like, 20. Maybe, at the most.

Kid has seen some
haunting shit, man.

I'm in there, he just
tells me to fuck off.

Yeah, well, I might
like the guy already.

- Most English we got out of him.
- We could charge

this fucking kid if we knew
who the fuck we're charging.

But the prints came back.

They went nowhere.
We got nothing.

Well, cut him loose.

♪ Slow, suspenseful music ♪

to be clear, cut loose
a fucking cartel soldier

who took a shot at
bunny Washington,

then turned on
Kingstown's finest?

- Namely me and Ian...
- namely us.

Well, you said you
have nothing. Right?

He's unarmed. Cut him
loose, see where he goes.

Mikey, when he gets on the
next bus to fucking Bogotá?

Then what are we doing?

We don't know any more
than we know now, do we?

Colombians are flexing
on both sides of the walls.

Let's see who's
calling the shots.

- Yeah.
- Figure that out.

♪ Suspenseful, pulsing music ♪

♪♪♪

♪ quiet, tense music ♪

Come on, you fucker.

Give me something good here.

♪ Slow, mysterious music ♪

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this fucking kid's doomed.

Living in an abandoned shithole.

What, doomed? You
grow up in a mansion?

No shit. Hey, captain.

Need you back at
the station, Ferguson.

Yeah, we're right in the
middle of something here, cap.

- Not a request.
- It's kind of important.

- Stevie and I are on a stakeout.
- Keno's on his way.

I'm counting you
down right fucking now.

Shit. Captain's cursing.

He's trying to put on
a show for somebody.

Yeah.

It's done, Mike.

That message went out?

Broadcast large.

Baby bro gonna
sleep good tonight.

Thanks, bunny.

Shit.

- What'd I do now?
- You got a vip out in chairs.

We don't have vips here.

He says his name is frank Moses.

He alone?

He is, 'cause his name alone

carries enough weight
and consequence.

Yeah, yeah, I know
who he is, Rebecca,

and I knew that he was gonna
come. Just didn't know when.

Now we do. Thank you.

Mike, what business
do we have with Detroit?

We don't. None.

Not my business, not yours.

'Cause you don't pay
me enough for motor city.

What, you want a raise?
You can have a raise

fast as you can ask.
Is that what you want?

This isn't a joke.
That man's murderous.

Who isn't, in this fucking town?

Send him in, you'll never
have to see him again.

Okay? I promise.

What's the matter?
You just got a raise.

You're priceless.

Priceless, I say.

Mr. Moses?

Thank you very kindly, miss.

Mr. Moses.

Mr. Mclusky.

Some coffee, water?
They're both flammable.

I'm good.

So, what can I do for you?

- Got someone inside?
- Got plenty inside.

Inside, six feet
under, heaven above.

That's not the kind
of outreach I seek.

Well, that's the
only kind we got.

Well, whatever keeps
your name on the door

and the checks coming in.

It is impossible not to notice
that you have a real gift.

Yeah, what's that?

Taking care of your town.

Well, I look after my friends.

Indeed. I've been watching
deverin from afar, some time.

Impressive how he's
able to hold his own.

Bunny is a force of nature.

He is that, he is that.

But true dominance takes time.

I see my own
ambition in our friend.

I see his future.

See yours, too.

Wow.

Are you some sort of prophet?

"A prophet is not without
honor, except in his hometown,

amongst his family, and
in his own household."

That's Mark 6:4.

Yeah. I'm a little rusty
on my Sunday school.

It means I'm not
from Kingstown, Mike,

so, maybe, being an
outsider, I can prophesy some.

Hustle as long as I have,
shit comes in shorthand.

You learn when to buy, when to
sell, who postures, who proves.

And you, son, you've
proved yourself.

I don't know what
I can do for you.

There's nothing that I can offer

that you don't already have.

You're about to have a
fresh plague of outsiders

descend on your town.

It's already started.

And wouldn't you
rather it just me?

♪ Slow, eerie music ♪

I know the arrangement
that you and bunny have.

It seems a bit
generous on your part.

It's not. I make a profit, bunny
shaves off some of the risk.

It's a partnership.

And if I can better educate
the brother, it's all upside.

So, you're always once removed?

Or twice. Or thrice.

So when the shit rains down,

your partners, they
get wet, you don't.

My partners profit.

And they know the risk.

Sorry.

I don't think I can provide
the outreach that you need.

This humble-pie
act don't suit you.

Deverin's won because of you,

the checks and
balances you maintain,

your control of the law.

I have friends on
both sides of the wall.

And I want your
friends to be mine, Mike.

So name your price.

Yeah, look, I
appreciate the offer,

and I know bunny does,
too, but my payout is peace.

Or at least the
promise of it, you know?

Not for profit.

Then I ask your blessing
while I shut things down.

You may see some death
spasms, but I promise you this:

Any loose ends, deverin
and I will tie off with restraint.

Was that restraint
on the tracks?

I just finished what
you started, Mike,

with sunter and noskov.

You pitched a
solid eight innings,

I came in the ninth and closed.

Almost like we're
partners already.

Appreciate this.

I'll be seeing you.

Shut the door.

- Have a seat.
- No, no, I'm good. I'll stand.

What'd you got?

Run the tape.

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okay, and?

It's what I told you.

Ian, it's what I warned.

That last one?

That's you returning
Charlie to anchor bay

11 minutes after you
left Morrissey's house.

I can't leave a place
I've never been.

Evelyn, I mean, come
on. All right? You can run

that tape over and over again

all day every day,
because you know

what you're not gonna
see is me behind the wheel,

'cause I wasn't fucking there.

I mean... the
captain... Jesus Christ...

there's no license plate,
there's no fucking ID,

and you know you
don't have shit, right?

That's why you're here
fucking fishing. Come on.

Okay, look, out of respect
for this department...

that is a crock of shit. You
don't have any fucking respect.

I'm here as a courtesy,
Ian, to both of you.

Okay? 'Cause I am going
to the grand jury, and I am

going to press charges.
It is just a matter of time.

There's no fucking evidence.

That's just subjective
horseshit, Evelyn.

You see anything you want...
Loch Ness monster, fat Elvis.

- You can't see a license plate.
- That is your car.

You know how many
fucking dodge chargers

are registered in the state
of Michigan? Look it up.

Fucking evidence. That's not it.

Ian, I don't want to be
here any more than you do,

but I can't not do my job.

You know what you need to do.

- Your...
- Keep it.

It'll give you time to process.

Consider the implications.

We'll get right back
to you, counselor.

I mean, you can
keep your threats.

You don't have shit,
you never had shit,

you still don't have shit.

If you did, you'd bring
it. Have a nice day!

I mean, Jesus Christ,

you walked me into
that fucking buzzsaw?

Are you a cop or a
fucking doorman?

- But you were out of line, Ian.
- Out of line?

That's what you got
for me? Holy fuck.

Super fucking helpful, captain.

♪♪♪

The ci team sees
this as retaliation.

History of violence
finally caught up with him.

Of course it's retaliation.
His history of violence

includes the assault
on Kyle mclusky.

Big brother showing his reach.

I'm sorry, Nina.

This is on me. I should've
been way ahead of this.

No, no, this is on me.

This is the one priority now.

Mclusky pulls no fucking
strings in my prison.

Understood. I'll make it so.

Yes, I know you will, I know.

We've dealt with worse, right?

Have we? I don't know.

God, this place.

Hey.

How you doing? Here, got it?

- Yeah.
- You okay?

You know I'm not.

Yeah, look, I tried
to warn you, trace.

Wouldn't have made a difference.

Constant state of
warning in this family.

Yeah.

Well, it's a... all-around
fucked-up situation, you know?

But Kyle's making
the best of it, right?

Right.

- Can you?
- This is me making the best of it.

It's not his fault.

I know it's not his fault,
Mike. None of this is.

And Kyle's doing the right
thing, and he believes that.

And while he's in there, he
needs you to believe it, too.

I don't. I think it's bullshit.

Trace, well, then,
can you just fake it?

I bring Mitch home

to an empty house,
Mike, every night.

I wake up every
morning without Kyle,

wake up when I've
actually slept, which is rare,

worried that what
happened to him

is-is happening
every fucking day.

- I'm faking it the best I can.
- Yeah.

Hey, look...

I'm sorry. I really am.

Okay?

I know you are, and I
know you'd fix it if you could.

♪ Slow, dramatic music ♪

the only way Kyle gets
through this, and he sees

the other side of this
thing is if you got his back.

Without a doubt, without a
question, he's got to know it.

All right.

- I got to go, Mike. He's hungry.
- Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah. Let me
know if you need anything.

Thanks.

♪ Slow, melancholy music ♪

♪ slow, suspenseful music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Hey! Hey, motherfucker!

Back the fuck up!

- What the fuck you doing?
- I ain't doing shit!

Yeah? Looks like you were
trying to go into the hole,

motherfucker. Get the fuck
out of here, you pinhead, before

I crack your skull open.

How far does your head have
to be up your own ass, torres?

- Are you fucking braindead?
- It's under control, Doug.

Three paces.

You're lucky to be alive.

Some bush-league shit.

Okay, Karla, just

make it clear that nothing
comes out of his pocket, okay?

If the per diem doesn't
cover his daily wage,

I'll just write him a
check myself. Whatever.

♪ Pulsing, dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

♪ eerie, slow music ♪

♪♪♪

Shit.

You good, big man?

I'm too big for this
subcompact bullshit.

Trouble you for a word, ma'am?

You just caught me,
carney. What's up?

It's been a day.

Let's not keep your
loved ones waiting.

Yeah, I won't keep you long.

You got family, warden?

Yes, carney, what is it?

I saw something earlier.
Something I can't really shake.

Torres was tangled
up in some Spanish shit

with an inmate at chow.

Which inmate?

Roberto Cruz. Colombian hitter.

Nothing but bad news
as long as I've been here.

I hear you. Go on.

Warden, excuse
me for saying this.

I-I don't know what
country club you came from,

but you both need to know,
the convicts we keep here,

these guys are fucking killers.

They are the worst of the worst.

You need to keep
your distance. Seriously.

And Cruz?

That asshole?

A 50-fucking-foot
pole, pardon my French.

Pardoned and no offense taken.

Your experiences bring
insights, carney. It's appreciated.

Keep it coming.

I will have a chat with torres.

But know that we are
prepared to handle our wards,

any means necessary.

Have a good night.

♪ Tense, dramatic music

This partnership goes
sideways, I need to know.

Moses cuts bait, I need to know.

Well, fucking "hello"
to you, too, Mike.

And... listen to me... if
you're gonna drop a body,

can you please do it out of town

and not make my
life more difficult

than it already is? Thank you.

I take it you met the man, then?

Yeah, I did.

And?

And it's day by day, bunny.

You know, you see a mentor,
I see a machine gun nest.

He a way out is
what the fuck he is.

I don't take on no fresh risk

without no payday,
not for this shit.

Don't need muscle to
put up a fight against

them twitch-ass
Colombians, neither.

No, this, Mike, this shit
right here, this alliance?

It's all about family,
I'm doing for mine.

Yeah, I hear you.

I understand.

Same as you do for yours, Mike.

We both owe something.

Bunny, I'm not
saying that Moses is

the wrong way to go here,

but if you're waiting to
take over his kingdom,

I wouldn't hold my breath.

You know me better than that.

Oldhead don't push it forward,
and it comes to my blood?

I'm taking his fucking kingdom.

Protect what's ours.

That's what matters.

It's all that matters.

♪ Tense, dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

- Put somebody out front, too.
- I got you.

Chris.

Hey, how you doing?

Good seeing you, man.
Good to see you. Yeah.

How y'all doing?

Where your mom at now?

Hey, baby, how you doing?

Hey, good to see
you, good to see you.

- How you doing, sir?
- What up?

- Hey.
- How y'all doing?

Kevin's in the back room.

All right.

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the fuck you doing
up in here, nigga?

Bunny, I'm sorry. I'm...

what happened to
a fucking phone call?

I-I don't mean no disrespect.

I... I just needed a
word, just face-to-face.

- No, I'm good.
- No, you're not.

You're at my sister's birthday.

You gonna act
like you at a party,

and you're gonna
fucking drink. And speak.

Okay.

So, I was... I was thinking.

Maybe it's time I move
on from the anchor.

Something I need to know?

This new warden.

Ain't-ain't much I can do.

Changing of the
guards, you know?

Just thinking maybe there's
more I could do outside,

bigger things.

See, that's your
problem right there.

You don't do the
thinking. I think.

As long as you do what's
asked, this motor gonna hum.

Now, nothing gonna last forever,

but it is what it is right now.

Yes, sir.

All you got to do is
play the game, all right?

You work the new
warden like you did the old.

You charm the fuck out of
her, man. Come on, man.

And you come near
my family again,

I'm gonna put a bullet
in your ass, nigga.

I know damn well you ain't
doing business in my party.

Bounce.

Just giving a little free advice
to the young buck right there.

Yeah. Yeah, that reasons.

Don't see nobody paying
good money for your advice.

God, you gonna go there?

- I've been there.
- Come on, sis.

I know some shit.
I've-I've seen some shit.

Spend even one day
in my life, I dare you.

Try being 40 with
two kids, okay?

You've seen a lot.

Get your ass out of here!

Happy birthday, Whitney.

Happy birthday.

Care package, brother.

Take it for the pain,
if you want, if it helps.

No rule says infirmary
can't come to us.

Some people aren't raised right.

Never taught to love
thy neighbor as thyself.

Just want to tell you,

sick fuck that gave
you that warm welcome?

Met his maker.

You got reach, brother.

Never knew a con kill for a cop.

That's the mother of anomalies.

Want to hear that story.

When you're ready, I'm all ears.

♪ Slow, ominous music ♪

You Cindy?

I was starting to
worry I got stood up.

Nope.

Thanks. Look, could
I get a whiskey, neat?

Great minds.

Yeah.

Fuck's carney?

He said he's gonna
be here in ten minutes...

30 minutes ago.

Yeah, right. If a ball
needs to be dropped...

- Listen, I...
- Thank you.

I can't really w-wait around.

That right? What
else you got going on?

I got three kids
to put to bed, so,

why don't you just tell
me what it is you need?

I'm assuming it's
not carney contingent.

Yeah. No, it's not.

It's about your brother?

Yeah, Kyle. He
was just processed.

And he's not to be fucked with?

- And he was.
- Yeah.

♪♪♪

look, I'm really sorry.

I'm keeping an eye on
him, and he is healing.

Look, my brother is doing
time for a very good reason.

He's not a criminal.
He's a family man,

and he's not
suited for life inside.

So, here's where you come in.

I need a friendly
face for him, inside.

I need your eyes and
ears on him for me.

When he wakes up, to the yard,

to the showers, till lights out.

Yeah, okay.

I'll also need you to
pick up when I call.

You'd be my lifeline.

I'm... a few days
out of training.

- That's good.
- I could not be more green.

All right, look,

as long as I'm not
pissing anybody off,

or crossing any doc red lines,
I will pick up your phone calls.

I'll give him a nod from
time to time. All right?

You know, there is a lot of
inmate turnover in ad seg.

Guys in there 'cause
they cause a lot of trouble,

others 'cause they
want to avoid it.

Yeah, it seems so.

I need to know who the
fuck is in there with Kyle.

I need that list.

In case someone means him harm?

Goddamn right.

♪♪♪

Hey.

Pop, it's coming.

Just give me a second.

Backhand, and listen over the...

Always the highlights,
never the game.

I never get that.

Attention span.

What do you think? They
got a shot this year, pop?

I'm gonna stay alive until I...

Till I see the
Stanley cup raised.

I don't want you
staying alive that long.

You can handle a fork and knife?

I look like an
invalid, smart ass?

Yeah. Careful. It's hot.

Listen, I'm gonna run
out for a little bit, okay?

Don't die on me, you old fart.

Anthony added another
lead and closes it out, 4-2.

Big win at home.

♪ Slow, intriguing music ♪

♪♪♪