All language subtitles for Mayor of Kingstown s04e07 My Way.eng

This here's
a new kind of boldness.

? intense music ?

We inbound, Mike.

[dispatcher]
911. What's your emergency?

- Bunny got shot.
- Is he alive?

So fucking far.

[Kyle]
They put me in Gen Pop.

I'm in the fucking yard, Mike.

Got to get you
back to your nest.

- They're taking me back.
- Kyle, don't go.

- I got to go.
- Put yourself in the fucking-

No! [screaming]

[grunting, shouting]

Callahan's got your back.

- [door buzzes]
- You have my attention.

I know you got your thumb
on the scale for Bogot�.

I know the cartel
has its sights on Moses.

- I want Frank Moses arrested.
- I can do it.

If you get Kyle back in Ad Seg

and Callahan goes in Gen Pop.

- We're gonna take down Moses.
- What about tonight?

Catch and release.
I've got to bide my time.

Gun! Fuck!

[Callahan]
Protect our own, Kyle.

By any means fucking necessary.

When's the last time
someone did that for you?

[Callahan]
? Country roads ?

? Take me home ?

? To the place ?

? I belong ?

? West Virginia ?

? Mountain mama ?

? Take me home ?

- ? Country roads ?
- [footsteps approaching]

[grunts softly]

Heading back
to population, brother.

I wish we had more time.

? foreboding music ?

[handcuffs click]

[Wagner]
Inmate secure.

Pop the cell.

[cell door buzzes]

[cell door shuts]

No goodbyes?

No fond farewells?

Well, least you could do
is offer a fucking,

"Thank you, Merle,
for saving my life."

Yeah. I'm seeing

the similarities now,
you and Mike-

ungrateful, graceless cunts,

the lot.

Oh, there you are.
[chuckles]

What have you learned?

Your brother can't protect you.

That's lesson one.

But I can. I did.

Lesson number two.

Lesson three.

I offer my hand once
and only once.

Reject it?
You reject me.

Reject me?
Reject the Brotherhood.

Do that...

and you're all shades of fucked.

Mike took my hand,
did things in my service,

survived because
of those things.

You?

Mike didn't steer you
away from me to keep you safe.

He did it 'cause
he's fucking selfish.

Regrets his past and didn't
want you to repeat it,

but who the fuck is that for?

Who's it benefit, you or him?

Fuck you, Merle.

I'm gonna do my time.

Pray I see you
on the fucking outside.

Yeah.

I don't see you
breathing free air again.

Shit's not trending
the McLuskys' way.

You locked up,

your brother dead,
brains on the fucking wall.

And your poor, innocent mom.

What would sweet
Saint Mariam make of you now?

Under control.
Just let it ride.

You can't choose family, Kyle.

You can only
choose your friends.

Take my hand, you survive.

Don't?

Well, shit.

You might as well knot up
your sheet and end it now,

'cause you're not gonna make it.

Then end it.

Now.

Do yourself that favor.

Because I am gonna
get out of here.

I can walk through walls.

And you don't want to live
to mourn another brother.

You know, Merle...

...you talk a lot-

fucking talk, talk, talk,

talk, talk-

but don't say shit.

Mike played you.

You got baited out of retirement

and blown the fuck up.

You're half a ghost already.

I'm not taking your hand...

...'cause you don't matter.

You don't factor
in fucking life,

inside or out.

My brother Mitch,
he's remembered.

My mother- always remembered.

And me and Mike,
we'll be remembered.

But you?

You're a fuckin' footnote.

And you're gonna die
long before me or Mike.

That...

That's the most
I've ever heard you say.

I'll tell Mike "hello"
when I see him.

- [lock buzzes]
- [door opens]

[door closes]

? slow, suspenseful music ?

?

?

[indistinct chatter]

[Stevie]
Hey.

Hey.

You okay?

- Yeah. I mean, fuck, I've had
- [phone vibrates]

some fucking close calls
in my life, but this was-

Hold down the fort.

[siren chirps]

Fucking bullshit.

[exhales sharply]
Mikey. Fucking suicide mission.

That fucking Colombian fucker
wanted Moses dead,

escape plan optional.

Where's Moses now?

I fucking stashed him. He's in-
Planted in interrogation.

Keep him there
as long as you can.

I mean, I can keep him there
for fucking personal safety,

but it's not gonna last long.
This fucker doesn't like cages.

Well, name someone who does.

Look, don't cut him loose
till I say so.

Tell him it's my call.

Yeah.

? portentous music ?

What's that look for?

It's my fucking face.

Give me a few hours.

[engine starts]

You know, Hobbs, I really

don't like getting burned. Okay?

And you burned me and you
burned my leverage with Moses.

Do you have any idea
what that cost me?

Don't come crying
about the cost, Mike.

Okay? Not when you've
got what matters-

Kyle is alive.

Yeah, he's alive,
but I made promises

that I cannot keep.

It's greater good, Mike.

I did what was necessary.

You did what was easy.

What was expedient.

You proved yourself to me.

I proved myself to my people.
And, Mike, I have to

- prove myself to my people.
- Mm-hmm.

Kyle is safe and sound.

Far as Moses goes,
you can control that narrative.

You are nothing
if not persuasive.

Next time you're
playing chess, Nina,

just let me know
that we're fucking playing.

Might save us some blood.

? dramatic music ?

[engine starts]

Look at him. [chuckles]

Attaboy, Reed!

Don't encourage him.

What? He's fearless.
Look at him.

Reed! Too high, bubba.

No, come on, Patty, he's fine.

Yeah, everybody's
fearless till they fall.

[phone vibrates]

What are you doing?
Already?

You didn't say
how the arbitration went.

Yeah, it's, uh, you know,
it's pending.

Listen, it's just
a matter of time.

We're outnumbered, outgunned.

Can't keep me
on the bench forever.

How are you holding up?

Yeah, I'm good.

I'm good. I'm in a good place.

You sure?

'Cause the Scope's
not covering.

Yeah, well, I mean,
listen, all that's

gonna get better
when you and Reed come home.

? melancholy music ?

[rapid footsteps approaching]

Dad, did you see me?

- You saw?
- Ah! You know I did, brother.

[laughs] That was awesome.
Come here, man.

[grunts] My fearless boy.

Man, you're good at that.

Here, come here,
give me another one.

Go on.

Hey, good morning.

Fuck off, Mike.

- Hey, fuck you, too.
- No, I can't even talk to you.

- What'd I do now?
- You've got some fucking balls

showing up here.
You come in to fucking gloat?

What- I don't even know

what the fuck
you're talking about, Evelyn.

Mike, I got a missing
fucking witness.

You don't have to guess
too hard to know

- how that went down.
- I see.

Right. Okay.

So, what's that
got to do with me?

Is he dead?

There are things
I do not do, okay?

There are lines I do not cross.
You know this.

- So, one of your minions?
- Or...

- I wouldn't put it past Ian.
- Or, more likely,

your witness bolted,
got spooked.

Don't act like it doesn't
happen every other fucking day.

Huh?

If you lost your witness,

if he's in the wind, right,
what the fuck you got,

besides no witness?

No Ian, no Robert. Huh?

I'm spinning off
the fucking planet here, Mike,

and it's just wrong,
it's just wrong.

Well, I'm not saying it's not.

But you got to clear this shit
off your board, okay?

You got to forget about
this Robert shit, all right?

- I have a tonic for all this.
- Yeah?

- Yeah.
- Is it vodka?

No.

It's the biggest conviction
of your career, however.

You want to keep D.A.?
That's a lock.

- Governor, Senate seat.
- Mike...

- cut the shit, man.
- What do you want?

No, it's no joke.
I can gift wrap a whale.

You understand?

You just got to cut Kyle loose.

You're not hearing me, Mike.
I don't trust you anymore.

It's Frank Moses.

The man has never been
prosecuted.

He's never been arrested.

I can give him to you.

- [door buzzes]
- [latch clicks]

[prisoner] It's a colder climate
for you here at the Bay,

huh, Officer Breen?

- What the fuck you say?
- I say, colder climate for you

- here at the Bay, Officer.
- Quiet, inmate.

I mean, no available cunny

- up in this bitch. I know
- [door buzzes]

this one's not
spreading her legs

- for you.
- [Breen] Easy detour

to the infirmary, motherfucker.

Oh, so tense.

Been a long time
since you had a release, huh?

You missing out on all that

wanton action
from the women's pen?

All right, that's enough.

[prisoner laughs] Oh...
Is this fucking news,

Breen, huh? You forget to tell

your lady friend here
about all your hobbies?

Better when they can't
say fucking no, ain't it?

[howling]

[prisoners clamoring]

- All right.
- [prisoner] You were

the big, bad wolf, Breen,

and all the bitches

- be afraid.
- Shut your lying

- fucking mouth!
- H- Hey!

Piece of shit.

? tense music ?

They'll say anything.

?

Fuck you doing, C.O.?

You ain't gonna find shit
unless you ask, son.

Hi. I'm sorry, ma'am, I just-

Don't "ma'am" me.

I ain't five years your senior,
if that.

Hey, what the fuck
you snooping for?

Sorry, not snooping,
I-I just-

Just cutting into my break
is what you doing?

Motor pool's low on gas.

Torres asked
when the next delivery is.

Fool's just got to
pick up the damn phone.

[chuckles]
No, but why call

when you can just send a rookie?
Think my LT's just

trying to figure how much
shit I'll take, you know?

[short chuckle]

[sighs]

Tomorrow, 1300.

Thank you, ma'am.

The fuck did I say?

Thompson, didn't I not just
send you home 30 minutes ago?

What, are you off
or you milking the clock?

Y'all got to be
out the damn door

or on your shift, no in between.
Show me some

damn hustle, gentlemen.
Also, anyone

on F block, I want
walk-throughs every hour.

- We have reports of a burner.
- [coughs]

We've got external contractors
doing repairs

in the boiler corridor.
If you're

- on escort duty- Hey,
- [coughing]

Jackson, what the hell?

Sorry, sir, it just...
just kind of snuck up on me.

Clean that shit up.

And get the fuck out of here
before you

plague the whole prison.

Goddamn.

- [indistinct chatter]
- Hey.

- Make sure to kill the cameras.
- Copy.

Mayor of Kingstown.

Yeah. King of Detroit.

[chuckles]

King of a whole hell of a lot
more than that, Mike.

Which is why this-

where I find myself-

this does not fucking happen.

Yeah.
Shit went sideways, didn't it?

Ooh, that's a fact

and an understatement.

"Enter through the front,
exit out the back."

- Those were your words.
- Well, that was the plan.

Was it? 'Cause they were
waiting to ambush me,

right where you told me to go.

The cartel has eyes out.
It's that simple.

I mean, better to happen in here

- than on the street.
- [chuckles] Oh.

You revisionist motherfucker.

Colombians tried
to take out Bunny.

And now you. The math's
not that complicated, is it?

Bunny may never
see another sunrise, Frank.

So it's up to you to push back.

And how do I go about
doing that?

They burned
one of your shipments.

You burn one of theirs.

[chuckles]

Bait them across the line,

then we kill them all.

- [speaking indistinctly on TV]
- [knocking]

[door opens]

[Ian]
Hey, I'm coming in, fucker.

- Don't shoot.
- [door closes]

So where you at?

Oh, let me guess.

[chuckles]

You're watching
the Dog fucking Whisperer?

- Yeah. It's what's on.
- You don't even

have a fucking dog, Robbie.
Jesus Christ.

Unless it moved out, too.

That's not
very fucking funny, Ian.

I'm just fucking with you,
Robbie. Fuck.

You got to laugh
or you're gonna cry.

- I saw Patty and Reed today.
- Good. Robbie,

your suspension's gonna lift.
You're gonna go back to work.

Everything's gonna
go back to normal, right?

They upheld my fucking
suspension, Ian.

Don't know for how long.
Tired of waiting.

Apparently won't let me back in
'cause Evelyn's got a gun

to KPD's head.
I can't apply anywhere else

with this bullshit
hanging over me.

She's coming after me
for doing my job

that I risked my life for
every day

- and that I fucking loved doing.
- Yeah.

[grunts softly]

Look. It's gonna
work itself out.

- It just is.
- [refrigerator door opens]

Oh, yeah, when?
Fucking how?

I mean, I might as well

be the one
in fucking prison, right?

- Robbie, fuck that noise.
- [bottlecap clatters]

You're not a goddamn
victim here.

Mike chose the side
of fucking evil, Ian.

Wasn't for him and Kyle,
I wouldn't be in this situation.

I would be on the job

or I would be here
with my wife and my son.

Instead, I got fucked,
and an ex-con

who is connected
to every fucking gang in town,

everybody that drops-

- No.
- he walks around

- with fucking impunity.
- What the fuck

you want me to say, huh?
Life's un-fucking-fair.

Now, you got dealt a bad hand.
We know that.

Fucking toss that shit,
shuffle and you deal again.

- You know that.
- Fuck you, man.

I can't even
get in the goddamn game.

- Come on. Come on.
- Because of Mike.

He's doing this, Ian.

- He's fucking doing this.
- It's not a fucking

conspiracy. Nobody's aligned
against you, Robert. Fuck.

Mitch would never
let this shit happen.

Never.
He was a cop,

and he would never
fuck over another cop.

Yeah.

And when he got popped,
what did I do?

- You made it right.
- What'd I-

- You made it right.
- Yes, exactly.

I made it right.

I fucking helped my brother.
I killed for Mike McLusky.

And now
I'm the fucking forsaken.

This is gonna pass.

You got to fucking trust me.

It is going to pass.

Yeah, it will.
If I make it pass.

Like, you and me-
we took action

and we made that shit pass.

And if Mike passes,

then so do all the fucking
problems in this town.

? suspenseful music ?

Hey. What do you got?

Shipment arrives
tomorrow, 1:00.

That's good.

- And my brother?
- He's safe in Ad Seg.

Was Gen Pop a clerical error
or something more?

I'm handling it.

Was it Hobbs?

Look, no one's gonna
know it's you, okay?

Hobbs knows I gave the nod
for the grenade attack.

Bunny finds that out,
I'm... I'm dead.

I gave you the dope shipment.
Hobbs finds that out...

Look, Hobbs doesn't know shit,
okay? Neither does Bunny.

And if any of this-
if any of it-

lands on their radar...

I'll handle it, all right?
I got you.

My brother's the most important
thing here, okay?

I hear you, Mike.

I hear the words you're saying.

Yeah, and?

They just words.

Look after him,
I look after you.

That's how this works.

[engine starts]

[door buzzes]

[indistinct chatter]

- [inmate] There he is!
- [applause]

- [laughs]
- [exclaims]

- Welcome back.
- Oh!

[exhales sharply]

- Welcome back, Merle.
- Hey.

We got you a ride.
You're good.

It's good to be back, brother.

[indistinct conversation]

[microwave beeps]

[door closes]

People think they know.

They hear things,
and then they...

cement them in their minds,
and then they...

know.

No one's saying anything.
I don't know shit.

But it's happening.

I see it...

...happening.

Sometimes...

Sometimes it's just too much.

Yeah.

My mother used to say,

"You can't control stupid,"
you know?

What people...

think and what they say.

The things they do.

Clyde needs me back.
[clears throat]

He's got a...

- a doctor thing.
- [bag zips]

? mournful music ?

Fucking loser.

Fucking loser.

Let's go. Line 'em up.
Blue line, red line.

[indistinct chatter]

Jessie, you good?
You calling it a day?

- What?
- Yeah, my ankles hurt.

Don't worry about it.
What do I always say?

"Fuck it."

No, no, the other thing.

- "I'll do it tomorrow"?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You're a good kid.
Call your mom.

It's all good.
Mikey, hang on.

- Hey.
- All right,

red line drills!
Let's go!

How goes it?

Fuck, it's the pursuit
of excellence,

- Mikey.
- Yeah.

All right, what do we got
on the shooter?

Fucking Homeland Security
fucked this up.

They had him, had his prints,
let him go.

This fucker didn't come back
for the goddamn interview.

Yeah.
Well, cartel B-squad, isn't it?

Are we happy Moses is alive,

- or what the fuck?
- Yes.

Yes, we're very happy
he's alive,

at least for now.

If we play this right,
we hand Moses to Evelyn.

He goes in, Kyle comes out.

Kyle's got to be
fucking relieved, no?

He doesn't know.
He won't talk to me.

It's all better, anyway.

- Fuck.
- Don't get his hopes up.

Well, look, I'm gonna

set this motherfucker up, okay?

And you're gonna knock him down.

- Do you see it?
- Yeah.

- 'Cause I do.
- We got- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- We got this. Mikey, we got-
- Okay. Good.

Listen to me.
Fucking, we got

a goddamn problem
with fucking Robert,

all right? We covered
our fucking asses here,

and the KPD's
not gonna reinstate him.

And he says if KPD
doesn't reinstate him,

Patty's not gonna come back...

Well, she didn't leave him

- 'cause of job security.
- He's losing it.

He's fucking losing it.
He's getting worse, not better.

He's an unstable fuck right now.

Okay. Look, we're almost

- in the clear here.
- He knows,

but he is not listening

to reason, Mike.
He is fucking saying

crazy fucking shit.

- It's unpredictable.
- About Evelyn?

You.

- It's all about you.
- Aw, fucking...

All fucking-
No, all his problems

start and end
with Mike fucking McLusky.

- Well, get in line.
- It's ugly.

Brother, it is fucking ugly.
I don't know what

he's gonna do, Mikey,
but it's not good.

He could make a move
fucking tomorrow.

Every man's got their
fucking breaking point, Mike,

and he has fucking crossed it.

Do you hear
what I'm saying to you?

? ominous music ?

We can't look after him
anymore.

All right. Let's go.

[Derrick] Hey, in the front.
I said the heaviest crates

go in the front, toward the cab.
Come on.

I remember all we had
was a stick and a prayer.

[chuckles]
Benton Street days.

City still found a way
to take even that,

didn't they?

I remember
when my pops got home.

He sat at the kitchen table,

the notice in his hands.

"Eminent domain."

They said it like
they was doing us a favor.

That broke my pops.

Broke our neighborhood.

Gone, like it wasn't even there.

Just words on a piece of paper.

Words didn't take Black Bottom.

People did.

- Men with plans.
- Hmm.

Men who knew
we couldn't fight back

hard enough
to make it cost them.

[Derrick]
Let's fucking move.

Don't got all day.

Come on.

You trust him?

[indistinct chatter]

[Frank]
We own his ass, LJ.

It's better than trust.

We're gonna make them
feel the cost, Frank.

We gonna teach
those motherfuckers a lesson.

No, we ain't teaching shit.

This here is about
leaving scars.

? menacing music ?

[Mike sighs]

Hey.
Uh, is your mom home?

Yeah.

You know, Big Brothers-
they got equipment.

- Yeah, yeah, I know.
- And the Y, too.

Yeah. Yeah, they do.

Maybe you want to use one
for the ice

and cut one down for
the road hockey, if you want.

Nah, I don't want your sticks.

[Cindy] Babe, you're
letting the heat out.

He comes bearing gifts, Mom.

Hey.

Look, my friend's a coach,

so I just thought
I'd, you know...

Oh, you didn't...

[chuckles] Why don't you,

uh, take the trash out?

Come in. It's cold.

- Thanks.
- Here.

[Cindy]
Sorry.

Uh, this is Lucinda.

[Mike]
Yes, hi.

- I'm not from the county.
- [chuckles]

And, um,

this is-
No. Honey, no.

You can't start
from the top, right?

That's when we get the
tangles all the way down.

You can have the last slice
if you want it.

[Mike]
Uh, it's okay.

I'm, uh...

I just wanted
to drop off the sticks.

Yeah.

All right, time to brush teeth.

- Let me finish this chapter.
- No.

In bed, now.

- Yeah, now.
- Uh-uh.

I'll walk you out.

[sighs]

You want one?

No, thank you.

- Helped me quit.
- Mm.

Maybe one day, but...

- not today. [chuckles]
- [chuckles]

Academy doesn't really prepare
you for reality, does it?

[scoffs]
No shit.

No fucking primers.

So, what's with the sticks?

[mumbles]

A reason to see you, I guess.

You lonely?

? contemplative music ?

- It's Kingstown.
- [short chuckle]

Well...

...the kids can't be bought.
Definitely not Lucas.

- Apparently.
- Not Lucinda. Maybe Molly.

What about Mama?

She's very expensive.

Yeah.

Should I have brought
another stick?

I wish I could tell you
it gets easier, this job,

that you can get used to it.

There's just no guarantees,
are there?

I've dealt with
workplace bullshit before.

Like, personalities
and whatever,

but this?

This is another level.

Yeah.

All right.

Your turn.

What is it?

I'm working on
getting Kyle out.

I'll tell him.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

It's through the courts.

So he doesn't
have to do anything.

I'll make sure he knows that.

Call ahead next time.

I'll dial down the chaos.

Oh...

Please don't do that.

But, yeah, I'll call ahead.

Okay.

- Sorry.
- Mm.

[laughs] Don't be sorry.

[door closes]

["Yo Ando Positivo"
by Lee Richardson playing]

? exciting music ?

Move!

?

Let's go.

Fifteen minutes.

Thank you.

[quietly]
Mike wanted me to tell you

he's gonna do right by you.

He's making legal moves
to get you out.

Piece of free advice:

stay clear of my brother.

- He's trying.
- Mike's "trying"

gets people killed.

[phone vibrates]

[automated female voice]
This is a call from

- an inmate at Anchor Bay Prison.
- [Baby Mitch fussing]

If you accept this call, you are

agreeing to the monitoring and
recording of your conversation.

- [Kyle] Trace?
- Hey.

Hey, honey. How are you?

How you doing?

How's our baby? How's Mitch?

He's good. I'm good.

How's everything
with your sister?

Her place is nice.
Lots of room.

She seems happy
to have company, I think.

Good. That's good.

It's not home.

I know.
I'm sorry, honey.

I'm not taking jabs.

Well, uh...

look, I-I've got some good news.

Mike's got a plan that

might get me out
earlier than we thought.

Maybe focus on each day.

Uh, false hope, you know?

Fucks you up.

[sighs] I just got to
wait it out, you know?

We just got to wait it out.

[static on line]

Trace?

- Ba- Baby?
- And I- I know

that you're getting sick
of hearing this, babe,

but we just got to hang on.

- Okay?
- I ca-I can't hear you.

[cutting out]
Just- little bit long- okay?

Can you promise me
that you can hang on?

- I pro-I promise.
- Trace?

Tracy, I fucking
love you so much.

Trace. [sighs]

- [line clicks]
- [dial tone]

[phone vibrates]

[drawer opens]

[drawer closes]

- [knocking]
- [door opens]

[door closes]

Uh, the tanker was torched.
That's been confirmed.

No idea if they
burned the product, though.

Or if it's out on the street
in other hands.

- What are the cops saying?
- Uh, botched fuel heist.

No one's looking past the blood
on the asphalt, though,

so that keeps us
out of their lens.

Yeah, the cops' lens.

- Oh...
- Nina,

it's one shipment.
You've never lost a shipment.

No, no, I have not.
And that's the fucking point.

That's the problem.
And I didn't lose this one.

This was not me.

They knew how and when it was
coming, so we need to know

where to point the finger
before the day is out.

I-I will find it.
I promise you.

Nina.

[sighs]

Go home.

I've got this.

[door opens]

[phone vibrates]

[door closes]

You cannot be blowing up my
phone every five minutes, Mike.

After the news, figured
a meetup was overdue.

No idea what you're
talking about.

Oh, come on.
Cut the bullshit, now.

You're valuable to me.
I want to protect that.

So whatever went down, you don't

have to be the one
to go down with it.

Yeah, Mike, still don't know
what you're talking about.

Look, you want
to play games, Nina,

go ahead,
play some fucking games.

But you lost a shipment, okay?
And someone's got to own that.

Someone not you.

You got loyalty, but don't
let it cloud your judgement.

Every choice you make,
every line you cross,

erases behind you,
let the fallout spread beyond.

Don't pretend otherwise.

I don't pretend, Mike.

There's always repercussions,

fucking chain reactions.

And you think, what- you think
maybe I don't know that?

You think I don't
lose sleep every night

because of this shit?

Well...

just check your loyalty
at the door.

Your people don't
give a flying fuck

who falls for this,

just as long as someone falls.

It can't be you.

You're not replaceable.

If it happens again...

It won't.

I do not like losing, Mike.

You haven't lost yet.

- Damage control ain't winning.
- No.

But it means,
after a sleepless night,

you can still see the sun.

That's something.

? uneasy music ?

[woman on radio] The violence
has drawn international concern

with human rights groups urging

the Indian government
to ensure...

[man] Daytime highs are expected
to stay in the mid-40s, with

- a slight chance of afternoon-
- [radio clicks off]

[alarm tone ringing]

[keypad beeping]

[alarm tone stops]

[siren wails in distance]

? eerie music ?

[gasps, grunting]

It wasn't me. [panting]

It wasn't me!

It wasn't me. [grunting]

- [whimpers] Oh, no.
- You hid her

because you are a good mother.

But there are
no true hiding places.

You know that.

A mistake was made...

...by who?

It was T-Torres.
Torres wasn't careful.

Who saw it?

- S- What?
- I will visit David.

He was careless.

Who witnessed his carelessness?

- [whimpers]
- That is who you must visit.

You are a good mother.

[whimpering continues]

[indistinct chatter]

[clamoring, shouting]

? sinister music

Looks like
a struggle out there.

For the cause.

Stay sharp, brother.

So long,
you red-bearded bastard.

You did good.

?

?

?

[commentator speaking
indistinctly on TV]

That time we raided
that cookhouse off Kilburn

and that fucking guy
bolts into the alley

and then runs right into
the fucking tow truck. [laughs]

I fucking remember it
like yesterday.

Fucking pancaked
that fucker, you know?

They run from us,
and the fucking world

takes care of the rest, right?

Yes, that is
the fucking thing, man.

The world
takes care of the rest.

- Yes.
- You don't even have to lift

a goddamn finger, Robbie.

- You don't.
- Yeah.

[Ian] You just sit back,
you watch this shit.

It's a goddamn cosmic joke.

Yeah.

You ever think about
how many we put in the ground?

Nobody gives a shit.

[chuckles]

Till they come knocking
at your fucking door.

Yeah.

- What was I talking about?
- Fucking up my buzz.

- You're a buzz fucker.
- Yeah.

Well... Then you just hope
it's somebody you can handle.

- [chuckles]
- Well...

Come on. Fucking, let's
drink up here. Come on.

No, no, no, no. But don't
fucking worry about it.

It's just some
fucking bastard out there,

thinks he can do what he wants.

Fucking move in
and ruin everything.

Those fucking people-

they're the ones who
think they're untouchable,

they... they don't see
the fucking train coming.

You know what we're gonna do?

We're gonna
keep this fucking train

- on the goddamn rails. Come on.
- Yeah.

But then, that's the beauty.

You just keep clean enough,

and you let the world
do the dirty work.

Here's to the fucking world.

And then nothing's your fault.

- [bottle clinks]
- [liquid pours]

Till, one day, it is.

Yeah.

[liquid pours]

I watched my
boy at the park today.

He's...

climbing around
and playing and shit.

[chuckles]

He's afraid of fucking nothing.

[sniffles]

Everything I've done's for him.

All right, come on.
Let's drink up. Come on.

Yeah.

Jesus fucking Christ.

[siren wailing in distance]

[phone vibrates]

Yeah.

What's up?

I'll be there in ten minutes.

[engine continues running]

[garage door rattling]

All right, here we go.
Here we go.

Come on, man. I got you.

I got you.
Okay, okay.

Here we go.

Here, we just-

Here, we just
sit down here for a sec.

Come on.

- Right here for a sec.
- [groans softly]

? dark music ?

?

[indistinct chatter]

[footsteps approaching]

Heavy footfalls there, Mike.

Yeah, yeah.
Weight of the world.

- You okay?
- Mm-hmm.

- Yeah, good.
- [Bunny] Is that the mayor

- come pay a visit?
- There he is.

Man, get your ass in here, Mike.

[Mike]
Yeah. Look who it is.

Well, well.

Told you,
I'm a formidable monster.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, you are.

Look at you in your pj's.

They got the colors right,
didn't they?

- Yeah, they did. [laughs]
- [chuckles]

Aw, shit.

So where we at, Mike?

Yeah, we're good.

We warring now?

What's Frank got going on, man?
I got a...

I got a thirst for retribution.

You're gonna have it, okay?

We just need to redirect,
is all.

Frank is the one that hit you.

You understand?

He is not a partner.
He's an assassin.

? somber music ?

How the fuck you know that?

It's Lamar.

Frank got his hooks
into him pretty deep.

Got him on payroll.
He planted him with you.

Man, Cole fucking vouched.

Yeah, he didn't know.
I'm sorry.

So let's take a blowtorch
to this motherfucker

- and see what's what.
- Frank does not know

that we know, Bunny.

So we're gonna
do business as usual.

We're gonna keep
this motherfucker close.

We're going play him
and take him down legally.

Legal- Wha... the f-

Why the fuck would
I do that, Mike? We some...

we some law-abiders now or what?

This gets my brother out, Bunny.

That's why.

So we're gonna set Moses up

and do what no one else
has been able to do.

We're gonna put this fucker
in prison.

Yeah, then he's mine.

Then he's all yours.

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