Original subtitles

♪ MTV

[Tracy] One of your COs raped Cherry.

Whoever did this needs to be on the wrong side of a cell door.

What the fuck you doing?

- Up, up. - I wasn't even doing shit!

Hey, watch those hands, motherfucker.

- Get him out of here. - [Roe] Don't, Raph.

They can't reach us, baby.

Oh, I can reach you. [grunts]

The Soviet problem's worse than, uh, we thought.

They're tied with the Aryans.

And they're greedy motherfuckers.

They want everything.

Prisons, Bunny, all of it.

♪ dramatic, eerie music

Konstantin Noskov.

Got a warrant to search the premises.

Russian are in cuffs.

No shots fired, just like you wanted, Mike.

- [Mike] You all right? - Mm-hmm.

- Is there any news? - Yeah.

He's got girls coming in from Europe.

They're crossing the border.

You push the Crips back,

or you let me manage my shit, my way.

Konstantin doesn't know the fucking rules here.

How things work. We need a balance.

Hit Bunny Washington.

♪ ominous, dramatic music

***

[girls] ♪ Will I navigate it?

♪ Day-to-day it?

♪ Sometimes I hate it

♪ Only a fool would waste it

♪ Will I navigate it?

♪ Day-to-day it?

♪ Sometimes I hate it

♪ Only a fool would waste it

[laughter]

♪ ominous music

***

- [lock buzzes] - [gate latch clicks]

"U.S.A."

[speaking Russian]

[immigration officer] Passports, please.

Where you going?

Bachelorette party in Dearborn.

Return to Toronto tomorrow.

[lock buzzes]

***

[sighs]

[line ringing]

[cell phone buzzing]

[bodyguard speaking Russian]

[chuckles]

***

***

[quiet chatter in Russian]

[truck beeping in reverse]

[girls screaming]

[screaming]

[pounding]

[screaming fades]

♪ dramatic, melancholy music

***

***

***

That clock right?

[Roy] Some folks do eggs and toast, Mike.

You got somewhere to be?

♪ dramatic music

***

[videogame gunfire]

No.

Gracias.

Okay.

***

Leaded or unleaded?

Leaded.

Uh, okay. Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

♪ discordant dramatic music

***

[speaking Spanish]

- KPD! - Let me see your hands!

- Hands on your head! - Don't fucking move!

- KPD! - Get down on the ground. KPD.

Nobody fucking move. Hands on your head.

***

[man shouts]

You whole?

Hey. You good?

Well, those are two different things, brother.

[cell phone buzzing]

- [Mike] Yeah? - [Kyle] It's done.

- Was it clean? - Clockwork.

Three-zero, us.

You sound like fucking Robert.

Yeah, well,

Bunny finds out you hit his supply,

it's your fucking ass, Mike.

Colombian thing was just a temporary deal, anyway.

He'll adapt.

Yeah, maybe.

[Mike] I can feel you worrying, Kyle.

- What is it? - I'm just trying

to keep score here, brother.

You put your thumb on the scale for Bunny,

and then you clip his supply for who, the fucking Aryans?

Getting fucking whiplash.

Yeah, well, my thumb is

a little too heavy, so I'm recalibrating.

Not sure this shit's working anymore, Mike.

Well, it's gonna have to. It's all we got, Kyle.

I got to go.

[cell phone buzzing]

Fuck.

Hey, uh, what're you...

what're you doing up so early?

[Iris] Never went to sleep.

That's wonderful. You being careful?

Of course.

Are you being careful?

You partying?

I'm playing my part.

I know where the line is.

- Headed back to the hotel, then? - Maybe.

Yeah. Uh...

Might get some rest.

The shipment's coming in today.

Heartbeats or horses?

Heartbeats. And it's late.

- Alex said something to Konnie. - Konnie?

- Who? - Mike, it's always

- been Konnie. - How late?

I'll find out.

You want to tell me to be careful, in case I forgot?

That's not funny.

- It's not funny. - I mean, it's a little funny.

I don't think so.

Look, this guy might look like a fucking professor,

but he's a fucking savage,

all right? Don't forget that.

You know, Mike,

when you underestimate me,

you sound like all the other guys.

It's really fucking cute.

[phone beeps off]

[Charlie] I'm real sorry, Ian. This one...

this one is in different places.

Two.

- Maybe three. - That's all right, Charlie.

You're doing important work here.

All right? Nobody's perfect.

Except God.

Except for God.

There's another tree.

It's a... it's... Mm.

It's a birch, maybe, or a beech.

[sighs] I get them confused.

My dad used to quiz me on trees.

Hickory hurt the most.

[clears throat] Well, hickory is a...

That's a hard wood.

But I'll tell you what. We are gonna get out there.

Me and you are gonna find that spot.

That's what we're gonna do.

[chuckles] You ever whittle, Ian?

- What do you mean? - With a pocketknife.

My dad...

he used to make me whittle the switch.

[indistinct chatter]

What about the house one?

Is the house one important?

- What house one? - The porch.

The man on the porch.

No. No, no. Charlie, no.

I don't want you to worry about that, Charlie, okay?

That's why I'm here. If it was important... I'd tell you.

What I'd like you to do is draw me that--

- [lock buzzes] - draw me that other tree.

Can you do that for me?

That other tree.

- That's it. - Okay.

- It's a bigger tree. - [sighs]

♪ quiet, suspenseful music

***

[indistinct chatter]

[quietly] Shit.

Another beautiful morning.

Mm.

No VIP parking for you, either, huh?

Oh, I don't mind a walk in the morning. Wakes me up.

Now, that is what I call a good attitude.

I complain about this job whenever I can.

Why do it?

Service.

How long you been here?

Oh, a few months. Transferred from upstate.

Oh, after the riots, you jumped into the furnace.

[exhales sharply] That's brave.

Well, there was a need here, and I needed a coin.

- [laughs] - You a smoker?

Oh, no, not since high school.

Hey. Be careful in there.

You say that to all your coworkers?

Every one of 'em, every damn day.

[Tracy] Mm-hmm.

♪ slow, ominous music

***

All the way down, Raph. No shortcuts,

- you want to beat my record. - [grunting]

You gotta work. Come on.

[grunting]

Hey, yo, Raph. Hey, you got company, man.

- Hold up. Hold up. - [Thomas] Yo, Raphael.

[grunts]

Gonna need you to come with us, inmate.

Warden wants a word.

The fuck for?

It's not a fucking request.

[indistinct chatter]

The fuck are we going?

Ain't no goddamn warden up here.

[gate squeaks open]

What shit is this?

Gonna need to search you.

Got to check you for weapons.

Turn around.

Lose the jacket.

Now, motherfucker!

[whispering] Fucking shit.

[both grunting]

- [yelling] - Come on. Come on.

[muttering, grunting]

- [grunting] - [Raphael groaning]

This, he fucks up? Fucking gift-wrapped.

Gonna need backup.

[Raphael panting and groaning]

- [lock buzzes] - [latch clicks]

Should've killed you, motherfucker!

♪ dark, suspenseful music

***

- [creaking] - Bitch ass!

Smoke your ass. I swear to God.

[breathing heavily]

It's Brucker Junior High?

The fuck you talking 'bout?

Your kid's school.

And your bitch.

Working two jobs with you in here.

Figure you just added a dime.

Aggravated assault.

She gonna get lonely.

Or not.

[breathing heavily]

Fuck! [panting]

[phone buzzing]

Hey, tell me something good.

[Rebecca] There's crazy traffic at the bridge.

I got to drive upriver to cross.

Gonna be, like, 20 late.

Yeah, okay. Well, you're always late, Rebecca.

- One, fuck you. - [horn honks]

Two, I'm never late. Three--

You know, if you're gonna call in late,

don't do it late, right?

- You should call in early. - Three, I'm the only reason

you have any income at all,

- so... - Hey,

I'm kidding. I'm kidding, for God's sakes.

You're the best thing in my life. So what's on the bridge?

I'm not sure,

- but there's a lot of cops. - [fire truck honking]

- Fire department, too. - At the river?

Yeah.

Chemical spill?

Or something went in the drink.

- Fuck. - [tires screeching]

[engine revving]

[siren wailing]

- [car door opens] - [Mike] Hey.

- [Ian] What are you doing here? - You were gonna call me

in five minutes anyway, weren't you?

What happened?

Got a vehicle went off the bridge.

- Accident? - [Stevie] Uh, it was early.

Driver nodded off or-- We don't know yet, man.

A jogger was on the riverbank, spotted floaters.

- How many? - Fished out two girls so far.

[siren wailing]

There's gonna be more.

Shouldn't stay out so long in the cold, Iris.

Needed a second wind.

Cold wakes me up.

Who were you talking to?

Someone from home.

Uh, Roman, could you get the car, please?

♪ low, tense music

***

- [indistinct chatter] - [babies fussing]

You lost a lot of blood during delivery.

How are you feeling?

[weakly] Mm, the body makes new blood.

[baby cooing]

The Lord make it harder to die than it should be.

You know, you have

a right to be with your baby for the first 24 hours.

Why?

If I had more time with you,

I would say this carefully.

But who did this to you?

No one.

You were raped.

Mm-mm.

I mean, it's like the Bible says.

All immaculate.

Mary didn't need Joseph to get Jesus.

♪ quiet, somber music

***

Cherry...

[sniffles]

I can make sure whoever did this never does it again.

But you have to tell me who it was.

Maybe it was God, like my foster daddy used to preach.

Maybe it's all of 'em.

Maybe it's none of 'em.

One at a time.

All at once.

All of 'em.

But... [exhales]

The guards?

Was it more than one, or...

I didn't say shit about that.

- I didn't say nothing! - Okay. Okay.

I didn't say-- I didn't say fuck all!

- Okay. Okay. - Get the fuck away from me!

I'm... I'm sorry.

Get out!

I'm sorry.

Cherry, I'm sorry.

♪ low, tense music

***

[lock clicks]

- [siren wailing] - [horns honking]

♪ low, somber music

***

[train horn blowing]

[helicopter whirring overhead]

***

[Konstantin] My goodness.

[Roman] Went off the road, huh?

[Konstantin] Clearly.

[Roman] Eh, they drove all night.

Driver must have been exhausted.

[Konstantin] You suspect an accident?

We don't believe in accidents.

[Konstantin] My wise girl.

Okay, Roman, let's go. We have guests coming--

[stammering] Iris.

***

Come on, Iris.

Hey.

This is an accident, okay?

Mikey, I got a shitload of evidence that says otherwise.

That construction site wasn't registered with the city.

Fuckin' no record. It's mass murder.

Okay, I don't think you're hearing me, Ian, okay?

You gotta slow roll this, or there's gonna be

more dead bodies by morning.

It was an accident.

[phone buzzing]

Yeah?

[Carney] White Knights went after

Raphael again.

Failed, again.

Where is he?

Where the fuck do you think? He's in the hole.

He beat the shit out of a shamrock cocksucker, though.

Yeah, fucking Callahan.

[Carney] What are my orders?

Did Raphael's crew see what happened?

No, no one saw shit

except some AB cons and corrections.

All right, keep it that way. I'll manage it.

[reporter, on TV] Authorities are still sifting

through the wreckage of what they believe

to be a tragic accident.

The cause of the crash

is still under investigation,

and police are looking into

whether a mechanical failure

or a medical emergency played a role

in the King County tragedy.

With 14 fatalities...

Um, maybe we should switch to wine now.

[chuckles]

It's too dreary for rosé, but maybe, um,

sauvignon blanc.

Or red. No, that's a-- [snaps fingers]

Uh, Roman, red.

I'm okay.

No, you're not okay. You're far from okay.

Little Bird, you're obsessing.

And obsessing is bad.

It's bad for the mind, bad for the heart.

Bad for-- Roman, turn that off.

Look, I know you had your, your share of trauma,

and I-I want to spare you any more.

So I'm asking you, really friendly, just...

Iris, please look away.

I'm watching.

I know you're watching.

I can see that you're watching, but I just don't--

I don't want-- Iris, don't-- Fucking,

shut that fuck-- You don't need the remote.

Press the fucking button. Press the--

Press the fucking button. Then fucking unplug the thing!

Unplug it. Iris, look away.

- Iris, look fucking away! - [Roman] It's off.

[glass shatters]

Look away.

You're so far gone from fear, aren't you?

♪ dramatic music

***

- [indistinct chatter] - [camera shutter clicks]

Hey. All right, folks, give me a minute here.

Oh, great. Thank you.

[sighs deeply]

- What a fucking day. - Yeah.

What do you got?

Mike, it was a fucking operation.

That equipment was stolen from a fucking work site

a year ago.

So what do you think? Like, two, three guys?

One shithead to flag down the bus, or block it.

Yeah, and then a fucker on a loader

to knock it off the bridge.

I mean, who's got the goddamn reach for that?

Or the balls to kick the Russian bear.

Mexican's don't have any beef.

- Callahan's not gonna do it. - Why not Callahan?

He's not gonna bite the hand that feeds him, come on.

He already knows that Konstantin's

fucking with him right now.

I mean, how long can you run with White Power, anyway?

Shit's about to blow up.

[sighs] Look, Mike,

I got Bunny Washington, top of my list.

Now, you talk to him?

'Cause I talked to Guns and Gangs this morning,

and they say that he's keeping a pretty

goddamn low profile.

Yeah, well, it's not the first time.

You know SWAT raided the Columbians this morning.

- I know. - They're his fucking supplier.

Yeah, I fuckin' know.

And you don't find it odd that he didn't reach out to you

when they kneecap his supplier? Come on.

He's burying his cousin tomorrow, okay?

He's got other shit on his mind.

You telling me gangsters can't compartmentalize?

Is that what you're saying? This fucker's leveling up.

- I don't see it. - Mike.

I don't fucking see it. Bunny doesn't do this shit.

He doesn't just kill innocent people.

Why the fuck not? I just spent the goddamn morning

with a certifiable serial killer, Mike.

He's got 17 bodies notched on his belt.

Bunny may be more charming,

but he's no less a psychopath.

Wow.

Am I just blind to Bunny Washington?

You gotta ask the question, Mike, you know the answer.

[siren wails in distance]

Oh... [sighs]

Fuck.

Hold up. Tracy, hold up.

[Breen] Oh, was your day as rough as mine?

[sighs] Yeah.

Why the hell do we do it, huh?

Not for the money and the fame.

Service, like you said.

Look, I get it. It's a shit show.

Too little pay, too few staff.

The inmates fall through the cracks.

I gotta say I worry a little more for the staff.

I mean, we're here trying to serve.

These people make the same mistakes over and over.

Fuck 'em, you know?

I feel that way sometimes. You can't lie.

- Mm. - What, you disagree?

Um... I agree with the service part.

But who really deserves?

I mean, Cherry Maxwell, prime example.

What kind of service does she deserve?

Real dead zone here, huh?

Stay late to finish your charts,

shift's already gone home.

Good thing I like to work late.

I, no... I appreciate it, Will.

I don't stay to finish paperwork, though.

That's not what I do.

No, that's not what keeps me.

Why'd you talk to Cherry today?

I talk to all my patients.

Warden one of your patients?

Warden started stirring shit, reason I ask.

- I'm still talking here. - Okay.

Tracy, I still have more to say.

Look, I have to get home.

I'm late to pick up my son.

Let me finish. Just-just let me.

- I like you. - Mm-hmm.

Look at me. Show me those eyes.

I said I like you, Tracy.

I got nothing against you.

No reason to be pissed...

at you.

Now, Cherry gave us all a reason to be pissed off.

- Don't fucking do that! - [cries out]

Oh, shit, I'm sorry, Tracy. Let me...

Get home safe now.

Drive real careful.

There was an accident down by the river today.

[shudders]

Oh, fuck. [gasping]

[lock clicks]

♪ dark, somber music

***

- [Mike sighs] - You looking for me?

- I had a hunch. - No.

No, you weren't looking for me.

You came on your own.

You want to keep the dead in your mind's eye.

That's morbid.

Danse macabre.

You don't have to be here, either.

Just when I think I'm numb to it...

Not one over 18.

Children.

[Mike] Yeah.

KPD's calling it an accident. Is that you?

It's above my pay grade.

It's a fucking catch-22.

You want to avoid retaliation, so...

I gotta pretend these... babies weren't murdered.

Just let KPD do their job.

Just give 'em 24 hours at least.

Twenty-four hours isn't gonna do shit.

What are you really asking for, Mike?

Some time.

That's all.

Get these girls some justice.

How can you say that?

Because, Evelyn, whoever did this,

we will find them.

And they're never going to see a fucking judge.

Never.

♪ low, tense music

***

[quiet chatter]

***

Good night.

- [key turns] - [engine starts]

♪ exciting music

***

***

What do you got, Cole?

New shipment of AT-4s just landed.

Got more M4s.

Two more containers around the corner.

Bet.

And as always, ammo cans for days.

- Aight. - [car horn honks]

Oh, this motherfucker.

Donnell, get the gate. We got incoming.

Open the gate.

♪ slow, suspenseful music

***

[tires screech]

[sighs]

Jesus Christ.

You follow me from Rhonda's wake?

From my cousin's fucking wake, Mike?

I didn't get the forwarding address, Bunny,

so what do you expect?

You want me to kill you right now, Mike?

The fuck I don't kill you right here, right now?

Bunny, it looks like you want to kill the whole fucking city.

You don't tell me about this. You think that

this is gonna go under the fucking radar?

You know, you ask a lot.

You don't give much back.

You didn't even tell me the Aryans is fucking

- with the Soviets. - I'm handling that.

- Uh-huh. - Okay, I'm letting it be

perfectly fucking clear

there's enough to go around for everybody.

But every step of the way, I've been balancing the scales

in your favor.

You're fucking welcome.

And I'm still seeing mine drop.

It's my family dropping, Mike. So fuck them scales.

- Fuck the balance. - No. It's the way it has to be.

[laughs] You not listening, dawg. Come on.

I am done, Mike.

♪ dark, ominous music

- I'm gonna be the monster now. - [sighs]

I'm gonna Frank Lucas this shit.

- Are you? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- I'm gonna own all of it. - Oh, that way, huh?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Okay, you want to swing big, do you?

You're gonna make me swing back, Bunny.

It's a big mistake.

Rhonda was the fucking mistake, Mike.

I'm sorry about Rhonda.

You know that.

You know that I am.

They killed fucking Rhonda.

I scooped out 12 girls from the river this morning,

not one of them 18 yet.

Russians. Konstantin's girls.

That you?

[sniffling]

[scoffs] Get the fuck out of here, man.

Got to ask.

You-you, you think that of me, Mike?

You think that shit of me?

It's a short fucking list, Bunny.

Understand that. Just say you didn't do it.

I'm done.

I'm gonna turn my back now, okay?

And I'm-a say it for every motherfucker to hear!

A'ight?

I go my way, you go yours.

We cross again, only one of us gonna walk away.

- Bunny... - Get him out

of my fucking sight.

[machinery whirring]

[engine starts]

[tires screech]

[music playing softly]

***

[exhales]

Give me a double, will you?

- Hey. - Holy fuck.

Where you been?

Here.

Thank you.

- [exhales] - That fucking river, Mikey.

We used to swim in that fucking river.

Yeah, I remember.

You needed a tetanus shot, but you could swim in it.

[scoffs] Yeah.

Mikey, my fucking brain is just...

It's filled with this shit. And he had a goddamn hammer.

The coroner needed a fucking hammer.

Those girls were holding hands when rigor mortis set in.

A goddamn hammer, Mike.

These cocksuckers keep moving the fucking line.

Maybe there was no line.

Yeah, maybe we just made that shit up

so we could hope.

Yeah. There is no fucking line.

[sighs]

[exhales sharply]

♪ dark, suspenseful music

***

[sighs]

[line ringing]

- [Carney over phone] Mike? - Yeah.

I need you to get a burner to Raphael.

I can't, man, I'm on shack duty.

- I've got no one to cover me. - Take a piss break.

- I don't care. - I got a fucking Snapple bottle.

[sighs] Fuck, Carney.

- For fuck's sakes. - Mike, I do that,

you know what happens next.

Get him a fucking cell phone.

♪ slow, dramatic music

***

[fussing]

[Iris] Konnie.

I have to go.

Like Cinderella...

when the bell tolls midnight.

Who are you leaving for?

Who waits for you in the shadows?

Someone...

less-less old and less addicted?

Less feckless and...

not so lost, huh?

If you don't look away, I'll send you away.

I'll...

I'll-I'll banish you.

[metal clinks]

If she doesn't look away, I'll-I'll send her away.

I'll give her the one thing that Milo...

Milo didn't...

...demon.

[Roman sighs]

All will be well. Quiet.

Mm. Mm.

All-all will be well in...

♪ All will be well in the garden ♪

[moans softly]

[Valley Fever's "Tearin' Me Up" playing]

- [loud chatter] - Freddy, another round?

- Oh, shit. - [laughs softly]

Where's your brother?

Counselor. Uh, no idea.

Hmm.

You must be feeling pretty brave.

This ain't the friendliest room for you.

[chuckles]

I got this round.

- Hey. - Well, that's a start.

Yeah, what we pulled out of the water today,

I think we can park grudges for the night, huh?

Yeah.

KPD got any leads

or are you guys keeping it close to the vest?

I don't know. I'm not murder police anymore.

Transferred to SWAT.

[scoffs]

That's a different kind of murder police.

What happened to parking grudges?

Mike let you do that?

Jesus.

[chuckles]

You're working for Robert Sawyer.

What is it like, working for fucking that?

You need to stop talking, Evelyn.

You know how many people he's put down?

You know the tally?

You want to tell me he doesn't like it, just a little bit?

Let's go.

Good night, Counselor. Freddy, come on.

He's a fucking sociopath, Kyle.

Fakes loyalty.

Free advice? Watch your back.

Yeah. Okay.

Hey, you think he's bulletproof? [chuckles]

Everyone around him, not so much, Kyle.

Have a good night.

[lively chatter]

[pounding on table]

[glass clattering]

- Get these fucking drinks going. - Jesus Christ.

***

[lively chatter continues]

[Stevie] Come on, give me the fucking drink.

- ♪ dark, suspenseful music - [lock buzzes]

[footsteps approaching]

[latch clicks]

[Carney] Raph.

Dig in.

***

[line ringing]

- [Bunny over phone] Yo. - Bunny, the fuck.

I'm here. I'm here, cuz. A'ight?

These fucking cracker COs

talking about Trey, talking about Roe,

threatening my motherfucking family.

It's fucking Callahan, bro.

It's motherfucking Callahan.

[panting]

Look, I'll handle my shit,

but just get Roe and Trey the fuck out.

No more family going down.

Get them the fuck out of Kingstown.

I got you. I got your family, okay?

I got you.

[panting]

***

♪ dramatic, melancholy music

***