- MAN: * MTV
- So how did you stumble upon solving the crime of the decade?
- MIKE: 'Cause he wanted me to.
- Why would he want that, Mike? - I don't know.
- Well, you better figure it out before someone else does.
- I am watching the leaders have a 30-minute pow-wow.
You know what it means when rival gangs group together?
It means they're fucking talking about us.
- [grunts]
- Killing a guard-- - Sends a message.
- Be smart, Pete.
- DUKE: Give me your arm. - [sobs]
- DUKE: Sell her.
- BUNNY: I got something that belong to you.
- How do you know it belongs to me?
- She says so.
- When he comes out, just tell me if he did it.
- IRIS: It was him! - That's him?
- Yeah. - All right.
- [gunshot]
- You wanna see my favorite place in the whole world?
- [vibrating stops]
- [laughs]
- Like fucking magic.
- [dog barking]
- [light bulb zapping]
- [engine running]
- We do not have clearance. You have to hold.
I'm waiting on the warrant.
- ROBERT: I don't need a fucking warrant.
911 got a dozen calls about shots fired.
There's a blood smear on the driveway
the size of my fucking dinner table.
- Hey, just let me get the all clear, Robert.
- ROBERT: Well, we're sitting ducks here.
Send us in or I'm pulling my team back.
- Just...
- I have movement in the house.
- What movement? - [whispers] Richard...
We have movement. We're going in.
- STEVIE: Robert, wait.
- [grunts]
- [gunfire]
- *
- [gunshots]
- [gunfire]
- [yells]
- [rustling] - [shell casing clinks]
- No end to this fucker...
- [blast] - [grunts]
- Well, you got some 'splainin to do.
Get the fuck out, sir.
- [theme music]
**
- *
- [birds chirping]
- [twangy country music]
* I pulled into Nashville
* Tennessee
* When I was just a boy of 19
* And now it's much too late for me *
* To ever be free
*
* Oh, you whisperin' wind
*
* Take me home again
*
* Oh, you whisperin' wind
*
* Take me home again
*
- [blender whirring]
- * Ooh, yeah
- [pan sizzling]
- *
* Ooh, yeah
*
- [birds chirping]
- Do you want some more?
- I do, but my heartburn is killing me.
- Heartburn, huh? You know what that means.
- What does it mean? - Hair.
Baby is gonna be born with a full head of hair.
- [laughs] - You watch!
- Morning, Ma. - Hi, honey.
- Um, not hungry? - Uh, no, baby, no time.
- Your shift doesn't start for an hour.
- Yeah, well, it's gonna be a long day, so...
- All the more reason you want a great meal.
- You know, Ma, I--I want what you want, right?
I want to be the happy family
that sits around and has small talk
before we go off on our happy day,
but I got nothin' small to say and my day won't be happy,
so I just want to get it fucking over with.
- Tracy, would you excuse us for a minute?
- Sure! - MARIAM: Thank you.
- You're in for it now...
- Sit down.
- Ma, I don't have time--
- Sit the fuck down!
Have some breakfast.
You didn't ask about my day, so let me tell you.
I'm being interviewed today about a student who stabbed
a prison guard in the neck 30 times with a pencil.
He's the nephew of one of your brother's friends--
one of your friends,
who was also stabbed to death last night.
And now you're rushing out of the house--
- KYLE: I'm not rushing out of here.
I've got an inmate transfer at 8:00 AM, 30 minutes of traffic,
and I got 30 minutes of red tape at the prison.
I'm just--I'm late. I gotta go.
And, you know, I know what you're doing.
And you are right.
It is a giant mess, but we are trying to clean up.
- MARIAM: It's your brother's mess.
- KYLE: It's everybody's mess!
Every decision in this place is the lesser of two evils.
Every fucking one.
And I don't get to choose between right and wrong because
that choice, it's never offered.
- You know your son's due date?
- Why do you say "son"?
- Because I saw him on the ultrasound
at the doctor's appointment you couldn't make.
February 29th. He's a leap year baby.
- KYLE: She didn't tell me.
- MARIAM: She was looking for the right time, like breakfast.
But you wouldn't give her that.
You know, what she dreams about at night
she expects to come true in the day.
And it's just a simple dream, Kyle.
It's a husband who'd rather be with her than anywhere else,
who can't wait to be a father,
who can't wait to go shopping for stuffed elephants and cribs.
- KYLE: You're right.
I need to make more time for her.
- MARIAM: That'll solve absolutely nothing.
You say you have no good choices.
The only good thing in your life just walked out of the room.
All this filth that consumes you, just couldn't leave it.
Choose her.
If you don't have the courage to do that, then divorce her,
and let her find somebody who does love her.
Do it quick, before you get killed
and she martyrs you in her mind
and raises another generation of fool
in this family.
- KYLE: I'm not divorcing my wife.
- Well, then, act like her husband!
- [sighs]
- *
- Hi.
I'm so sorry.
- It's okay. - No, no, it's not okay.
Look at me.
I'm sorry I wasn't there.
I'm so sorry.
- I need you. - I know. I know you do.
I love you.
A son.
- A son, yes. - A son.
We're gonna have a baby boy. [laughs joyfully]
- Yeah. - Yeah.
- We have to pick out a name for him.
- Can we call him Mitch?
- TRACY: Yeah, baby, we can call him whatever you want.
- [birds chirping]
- [sighs]
- *
- [knocking] - Hello?
Want to make sure you didn't drown.
- I didn't drown.
- I made breakfast.
- You know, you can come closer.
- How are you doing?
- Well...scrub though I may...
...I just can't seem to get them off me.
- Well, everyone that did that to you is...
They're gone.
- It's a metaphor.
- *
- IRIS: Breakfast?
- Yeah, yeah, if you're hungry.
- I should eat. - Yes, you should.
Come--come eat while it's-- while it's hot, okay?
- *
- Oh, shit.
Syrup.
There.
Yeah. Now it's ready.
- Not eating? - I--I already ate.
- I can't eat in front of you.
- You can't? Why not?
- I don't know.
- Okay, well, I'll wait outside.
- [birds chirping]
- Should I go back inside?
- No. I'll face this fear.
- [birds chirping]
- You know what they're called?
- That yellow one is a finch.
A goldfinch, to be exact.
- Why not a yellow finch?
- Well, there is a yellow finch.
But that's not one of them. That's a goldfinch.
- Well, it looks yellow to me.
- I know, it looks yellow to me too.
But they didn't ask me when they fucking named it.
- They should've.
Mm, what is this?
- That's a German pancake.
- Are you German? - No, I'm Irish.
The only thing German is that pancake.
- It's good.
You should be a chef.
- Yeah. The thought has crossed my mind.
- *
- I wonder if you'd do me a favor.
- Of course I will.
- IRIS: [sobs]
[sobbing continues]
- *
- Pause it right there. You see that?
- What am I seeing? - Look at his arm.
Watch it extend from the shoulder.
Pete, back it up.
Do you see that?
- WARDEN: The other inmate is white.
I doubt one of the whites would willingly arm a black man.
- All right, Pete, thanks a lot.
- [door shuts]
- Ed, the whites have no dog in this fight.
- The fuck they don't.
- Why do they care if a black inmate is beat to death
or shot on the yard? If anything,
both instances improve their position.
Look, if we have inmates crossing racial lines
to get at a guard, we've got a real fucking problem
because you know what's next.
- That's what I'm worried about. - Why are you worried about it?
What makes today different than any other goddamn day?
- Look, Warden. [sighs]
Samuel Weaver had been tricked into mailing a letter
for the inmate that attacked him.
Now, we believe they feel Darryl's death was retribution
for that action.
- Was it?
Was it?
- The QRT unit's actions were justified, sir,
based on the situation they encounter, which--
- Well, the inmates certainly don't think it was justified.
How do you explain that?
- Here's how you explain it, sir.
They're lying, stealing murderers who haven't taken
responsibility for anything in their entire fucking lives.
And legitimizing their complaints was the worst thing
you could have done. They should be on lockdown
until they've served their fucking sentences.
- Ed-- - I'm sorry, sir,
but Tim was my friend and his nephew was a good kid.
And they don't deserve what they got.
And if we don't put the screws to these motherfuckers,
they will do it again and again and again.
They won't stop!
- Captain Moore, you have an opinion on this?
- Yes, sir, I do.
We should lock the prison down, move the suspects to county,
where homicide detectives
can question them and prepare charges.
We must send a message, sir.
It must be hard and it must be fast.
- You can transfer the suspects to county.
But we are not locking the prison down.
- CAPTAIN MOORE: That's a mistake, sir.
- WARDEN: I gave my word.
I will not reprimand the innocent to punish the guilty.
- When you say "innocent," sir, who are you referring to?
- Who the hell do you think I'm referring to?
The other inmates.
- There are no innocent inmates, sir.
That is why they're here.
- No lockdown.
- [door shuts]
- What the fuck was that? - I had to give him something.
- No, no, you don't have to give that politician anything.
Get in the habit of keeping our secrets, Kareem...
because they will throw us in here with these motherfuckers
if you give 'em any more.
- Are you, uh...
Are you giving me an order, Sergeant?
- No, man, it's not an order.
It's, um...
It's advice between friends, you know?
So friend to friend...
keep your fucking mouth shut.
- [door opens]
- *
- [cuffs clanking]
- *
- [buzzer]
- [gate sliding open]
- *
- 464257!
Turn around and walk backwards toward us.
- *
- Put your hands through the opening.
- [handcuffs clicking]
- Take six steps forward and drop to your knees.
- *
- Open D315!
- [buzzer]
- [leg cuffs clicking]
- *
- [grunts]
- *
*
- [buzzer]
- [gate sliding open]
- *
- Hey, fellas.
- What did he do now?
- Nah, if we told you, you wouldn't fucking believe us.
- You aware of this? - Let me see.
Oh, yeah. Yeah, we brought him up.
Bring them through.
- All right, gentlemen, you know the drill?
- Yeah.
- *
- Jesus, you guys are ready to give him the fucking works.
- It's a jungle out there, what can I fucking tell ya?
All right.
- All right, gentlemen, right this way.
- *
- Isn't this a violation of her Miranda rights?
- She's in prison.
She doesn't have Miranda rights in here.
- You're her counselor.
There's an element of trust in place between the two of you
that we do not have.
- You have a lot to learn about inmates.
- A corrections officer has been killed
and posthumously accused of rape.
That has consequences for his next of kin
regarding life insurance as well as pension benefits.
- Will you do it? - I have a class.
- They get to play hooky today.
- Hooky is something people with better options play.
These girls have no options.
I have a class to teach.
I'm not going to miss it.
- We better get going, then.
- What is it you're hoping I discover?
- There was no tearing of the vaginal wall.
No scratches on his face or arms.
No visible signs of a struggle on her body.
- Pencil stab to the neck 30 times seems evidence
of a struggle.
- Those were offensive wounds.
She suffered no defensive wounds.
None.
That, coupled with the fact that his uncle was killed
at almost the exact same time... we question it.
- Question what? - The claim of self-defense.
- Well, that means you question the rape.
- Yes. We question it.
- So you think a 20-year-old girl lured a guard into
the hallway, willingly had sex with him so she could kill him?
- That's exactly what we think.
- We think it was a hit.
We think it was gang sanctioned.
- I won't lie to her. I won't threaten her.
- Mrs. McClusky--
- Ms. McClusky. I'm a widow. Ms.
Ms. McClusky, if we wanted to threaten and lie,
we would do it ourselves.
But inmates are immune to our lies
and they're immune to our threats.
- Just asked her what happened.
Question the things that don't add up
and show her the compassion you're known for.
- Compassion?
- It's one tactic we haven't tried.
- We don't have it. That's why you're here.
- *
- [prisoner chatter]
- KYLE: So we're gonna have a boy.
- No shit. - Yeah.
- And they did the ultrasound and everything?
- Mm-hmm.
- Congratulations. - Thanks.
- What are you gonna name him?
- Mitch.
- That's good, Kyle. He'd love that.
- And, um, hey, um...
I'm taking the job with MSP.
I just wanted you to hear it from me.
- I'm happy for ya.
I don't know the fuck you are gonna pass the polygraph,
but I'm happy for ya.
- Breathe slow, talk low, brother.
- Uh-huh.
How do you memorize all those fucking keys?
- Color coded.
- How the fuck you memorize all those colors?
- Still learning.
- [door opens]
- [keys jangling]
- *
- Howdy.
- 411252? - 411252.
- Transferring to Kingstown County for arraignment.
Remanding custody to Kingstown PD.
- Affirmative. - Who's signing?
- Who wants to sign?
- I'll sign, yeah.
- *
- What the fuck? Who did you piss off?
- *
- Here's your guy.
- Now that is one sorry, sick son of a bitch.
- *
- [keys jangling]
- *
- [grunting]
- [alarm buzzing]
- [grunting, shouting]
- Oh, god! No!
- Fuck! Fuck!
- [taser clicking]
- [grunting]
- [screams]
[retches]
- What the fuck!?
- [alarm buzzing]
- [grunting]
- Keys, keys, keys!
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go!
- [alarm buzzing]
- [keys jangling]
- Fuck! Goddamn.
- It's the blue one.
- The fuck you know? - I pay attention.
- Don't bring a club to a gunfight.
There's a weapons locker in there.
Uncuff me, I'll get you in.
I know which key.
Uncuff me.
- [alarm buzzing]
- Black key.
- [keys jangling]
- *
- [sighs]
Time is not your friend.
- [gunfire]
- Let's go, let's go! Move, move!
You coming?
- [alarm buzzing]
- Let's go! Everybody in your cells.
- Back up. Get in.
- You know the drill. Back in your cells.
- Get in.
Fuck you looking at, Ruger?
- Get in, guys.
- [keys jangling]
- Red key.
- [alarm buzzing]
- *
- They're armed and at our door. We need QRT now!
- Shut it down!
Shut the whole fucking place down!
- Red again. It's a pass key.
It opens every door.
- We need help now!
- [gunshots]
- Wait! Wait, please! - [gunshots]
- [prisoner chatter] - [gunshot]
- [prisoners shouting]
- *
- [buzzer]
- *
- [prisoners shouting]
- *
- Load the fuck up!
- *
- Let's go! Be ready!
- On us!
- *
- They've got a bypass key! They must!
- [prisoners shouting]
- They're right fucking on us!
- Lock it up, lock it, lock it up, lock it up!
- [gunshots]
- [prisoners shouting] - [keys jangling]
- [gunshot]
- *
- [gunshot] - [shouts]
- [gunshots]
- [prisoners shouting]
- [pants]
- Open. - Open what?
- Everything.
- *
- [gunshot]
- [gunfire]
- [clinking]
- Back, back, back, back, back!
- [prisoners shouting]
- [gunfire]
- [prisoners shouting]
- *
- [muffled shouting]
- [pants]
- Told you, motherfucker.
- [alarm buzzing] - KYLE: [coughing]
Oh, shit.
- Get up, Kyle...
- All right.
I can't see. I can't fucking see.
I can't...
- Kyle, come on. Up, come on.
You got it.
- [coughs, retches]
- Kyle, you want to survive this, get the fuck up!
- KYLE: I can't fucking see!
[coughs, retches]
- Oh, shit.
Oh god...fuck.
- [coughs] I can't see.
[retches]
- [alarm buzzing]
- Kyle, get up!
- My eyes...
I need something...
- I gotcha. All right.
- KYLE: I can't see.
- Form a cup. Form a cup with your hands.
- Okay. - Rub your eyes, come on.
There you go. Just rub your eyes.
- [pants]
- Fuck!
Now can--can you see?
- Sorta.
- Okay.
Now, the outer doors are locked.
- Oh, shit.
- Get up. - Hold on, hold on--
- Come on. - Hold on.
- Kyle, get up! - He's fucking dead, man!
- Listen to me. Listen to me.
Buddy, the outer doors are locked.
We gotta go deeper inside.
- Okay. - Okay?
- What do we do, then?
- We're gonna hide. Here, come on.
- [prisoners shouting]
- [gunfire]
- *
- [prisoners shouting]
- [alarm wailing]
- [gunshots]
- [prisoners screaming]
- [gunshots]
- [glass shattering]
- *
- [prisoners shouting]
- *
- [door opens]
- You can wait outside. Thank you.
- What are you doing here?
- They want me to, uh...
They want me to ask you what happened.
- I already told them what happened.
- Well, they want different answers.
- I only got the answers I gave.
- They still want different ones.
They want me to question you and listen for any inconsistencies,
and then question you about the inconsistencies.
And because you know me, they think you trust me
and you'll finally tell me the truth
because they think that the truth is like a disease
that rots inside you and the only way to cure it
is to let it out.
- That what you believe?
- Well...
Depends on the truth, I guess.
- Truth.
Man, I don't even know what the fuck that word means.
Know why?
'Cause y'all keep changing the fucking definition.
Was it the truth when I said my foster parent like to stick
his fingers in me while he read me the Bible?
Yeah.
They didn't like that truth, so they decided it wasn't.
Foster parents decided the Bible don't have a problem
with abortion after all when it's his baby in my stomach.
Got no problem with cutting it out then.
So what's the truth?
I know what the truth is.
It's a version of the story that keeps me down
and everybody like me.
That's all the fucking truth is.
So what truth y'all want today?
- They want the truth that clears the name of the guard
so his family can get life insurance and any contributions
he may have made to his pension fund.
- His family get money from him being dead?
- Not if he committed a crime.
Did he? Did he commit a crime?
Don't answer me out loud. They're recording us.
Just tell me with your eyes.
- Goddamn right he did.
- Okay.
- *
- Ms. McClusky? - Yeah?
- Look at that. I feel better already.
- [knocking]
- [prisoners shouting]
- [panting]
- This way, this way.
Watch yourself, watch yourself.
- KYLE: All right. - Good, you're good.
You're okay, you're all right.
You're okay.
- KYLE: [groans]
- [both panting]
- Fuck.
- Shit. Fuck.
- Aw, there's no way out.
- [loud thud] - [cracking]
- Oh my god. Hey, hey, hey!
- [prisoners shouting]
- What do you think? - Better than here.
- [pants]
- [gunshot]
- [prisoners shouting]
- *
- Come on, come on, come on, Kyle.
You're good, you can do this.
All right, this is septic here. Let's follow it out.
Come on, come on. - Okay.
- *
- No, man, that won't do.
- Let's see your fucking hands.
- We're all down here for the same reason.
We're hiding too.
- Is there a way out of here?
- It's the end of the road.
- Why are you hiding from them?
- Got old scores being settled up there.
- All right, we're gonna find a way out.
- There ain't one. - We're gonna fucking try.
- It's a free country.
For a little while, anyway.
- *
- We're just gonna leave them? - We've got no fucking choice.
- One of them gets to the top,
we are how old scores get settled.
- They're fucking child molesters, Kyle.
Those scores do not get settled. Now, come on.
Come on.
- *
- [alarm buzzing]
- [indistinct chatter]
- [alarm buzzing]
- Come on, come on!
- What happened?
- No time. Come on, let's go.
- [alarm buzzing]
- *
- Follow us. - What happened?
- Let's go. Keep it moving.
Let's go! Let's move!
This way, this way!
- Keep it moving! - Let's go, let's go, let's go!
- Don't stop. Keep moving.
- Let's go!
- Keep going. - This way, come on!
- [alarm wailing]
- [loud boom]
- [screaming]
- [pants]
- [sirens wailing]
- MIKE: That's a hell of a nap.
- IRIS: What time is it?
- MIKE: Probably about 7:00, I guess.
- I like having you here.
You know, if you think about it,
people have been bathing longer than they've been making fire.
It sort of just demystifies the body when you see someone bathe.
Removes sexuality from it, I guess,
and restores humanity.
- [water splashing]
- Stop staring at me like I'm broken.
I'm not broken.
- *
- Look, Iris...
You don't owe me anything, okay?
I want you to understand that.
Nothing.
I'm not the one that saved you.
- *
- You know...I had 100 guys swear that they'd die for me.
None swear to kill.
Never entered their selfish minds.
But you?
Didn't even swear it. You just did it.
You killed them for me.
- I did it 'cause they deserved it.
- That's what I mean.
[sighs]
- *
- What are we doing here, Iris?
- We're not doing anything.
Is that okay?
- Yeah.
It's okay.
- *
- [owl hoots]
- *
- ANNOUNCER: On the season finale
of Mayor of Kingstown...
- The prison is ours. We will defend it.
- Oh my god!
- Do you have any idea what they want?
- Payback.
- *
- You know how this ends.
- [prisoners shouting]
- P-DOG: They made a promise to us, Mike.
It's time the world knew.
It's time somebody sent a message.
And the message is me.
- *