***
Merle Callahan. It's the fucker in the cell next to you.
He's working you to get at me.
Tracy.
Get her the fuck out of Kingstown.
Visit this morning caused you some upset.
Mike is a fucking pisser.
* dramatic music *
You're the cop, Mike's the criminal,
and you're the one inside.
Who you here for, brother?
The grand jury's convening in two days
to bring charges against you in the Morrissey case.
They will indict you.
I got a guy who's willing to put Ian
at Morrissey's the day he died.
Let's put the fear into this motherfucker.
***
You're tampering with a fucking witness.
-I'll go fucking live. -Put that down.
-[Ian] We just want to talk. -This is tampering w--
-[bullet casing clatters] -Fuck!
***
Fully automatic. No serial number.
She got a secret compartment
-in the passenger seat. -[Mike] I told you.
She's corrupt. So let her sweat.
Let her come to me.
[Hobbs] You made your point, Mike.
I will separate Kyle from Callahan,
as you requested.
You win. Happy?
[Bunny] Mike, you ain't gonna believe what the fuck
I'm seeing right now.
That's my shit.
* quiet, intense music *
[indistinct radio chatter]
[engine revving]
Done woke the dragon is what the fuck they done.
We'll find them, Bunny.
I'm-a burn their whole fucking castle down.
[phone buzzing]
We inbound, Mike.
We found a perch.
I'll drop you a pin.
-Mm. -[phone buzzes]
This here is a new kind of boldness.
[Mike] Yeah.
Making a point, drawing eyes.
Cartel does not care what eyes find 'em.
* tense music *
Make a right up here, Lamar. We're close.
[tires screech]
***
-Gun it. -[engine revving]
[clatter]
What the fuck?
You good, boss? You good?
-What the fuck you doing, Lamar? -We hit some shit.
Yeah, I know we hit some shit. Drive on the fucking rims.
What? What are you doing?
Lamar, what the fuck?
Lamar, get back in the fucking-- [grunts softly]
[Bunny muffled] Lamar? Lamar?
Where the fuck you going?
Get back in the fucking car, Lamar.
[gunfire continues]
[Bunny grunts] What the fuck?
[groans]
[exhales]
Fuck. [coughs]
[groans, grunts]
[groans]
-[coughing] -Bunny. Bunny, you good?
-[labored breathing] -Shit. Hang on, Bunny.
-[Bunny groaning] -Fuck.
***
[operator on phone] 911, what's your emergency?
* slow, suspenseful music
***
[sirens wailing]
The train was stopped about a mile back.
Found a truck smashed to shit,
likely where the engineer and the conductor were shot.
How the fuck did it get this far up the track?
I mean, didn't-- shouldn't the goddamn
dead man's switch have kicked in?
The EDR shows it was tampered with.
-What's the EDR? -It's a black box.
Dead man's switch triggers the brake,
but, uh, something was rigged...
Uh, just say the switch was jammed.
Christ, just say that.
[indistinct radio chatter]
-[Frank] Lawrence? -[LJ] Yeah, Frank?
[Frank] We got to reroute.
Take a minute for NTSB to sign off.
Take another minute to bring in
the cleaning crews and the track inspection.
-I'll see to it. -Yeah.
You know, any other gang would've stole the shit.
They just let it burn.
I can smell the money in the wind.
It's grandstanding. They want us
-to know they're flush. -Yeah.
But when they figure out this was targeted,
KPD's gonna start asking why.
Ashes to ashes.
There's nothing left of the shipment,
no ties to me.
I don't own the tracks or the trains.
But you own the depot.
Don't fret, Mike.
They will chase the firebugs, but I'll find 'em first.
How bad this set you back?
I factor loss before profit.
I'll recoup, even if I have
-to rip it from their hides. -[phone buzzing]
Hello.
We got a bigger problem than the locomotive.
The big man just got hit.
You're kidding me. How bad?
[Ian] It's not good.
I mean, multiple gunshot wounds. He's alive,
but he's on his way to KGH right now.
Shit. Jesus fuck.
Put uniforms at the door. Fucking secure that place.
Fuck.
Uh, Bunny got shot.
-Good God. -Yeah.
-Is he alive? -Uh, so fucking far.
-Motherfuckers. -Yeah. Yeah. Come on.
Motherfuckers!
Goddamn it.
[engines start]
* tense, dramatic music *
[inmates clamoring]
* slow, dramatic music *
[overlapping chatter continues]
All right, fuckers. On the fucking line.
[lock buzzes]
[clamoring]
***
[lock buzzes]
[indistinct radio chatter]
You look funny familiar.
What hood you from?
The Heights.
Shit.
So you, uh, you white-collar, then, yeah?
Yeah, yeah. Well, I need some, uh,
some economic advice.
Wait, hold up, boy.
No, no, you-- you lying sack of shit. I know you.
I know you.
[grunts]
[mutters indistinctly]
[indistinct chatter continues]
[grunts, groans]
[locker door slamming]
Piece of fucking shit.
Piece of fucking shit!
Yeah, those things always messed up.
You got to push it in before you lift it.
I know how to fucking work a locker.
Know you caught that fucking game last night, Jax.
Can't believe you had the under.
[Kevin] Man, don't remind me.
[Miller] Me? Treating myself to a ribeye tonight.
Miller, need you in the caf today.
[Miller] Copy that.
Jackson, you're on the tiers. Lawlor called out sick.
Remember to empty your pockets, stow your phones.
Hey, Jackson, hang back for a second?
Yes, sir.
What about your phone?
I put it in the locker, sir.
* quiet, tense music *
Your other fucking phone.
***
[Kevin panting]
Fucking really?
Remember who you work for, Kevin.
[plastic crunching]
[quietly] Fuck.
[panting]
Fuck.
Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.
Fuck!
[exhales]
***
[Frank] I have never, not once, been arrested,
but I have been shot.
I'm just the opposite.
When I say Deverin will recover,
I know of what I speak.
He will recover.
Yeah.
Bunny's survived too much not to survive this.
Hallelujah.
Seen men come back from worse, far worse.
-Yeah. -And Deverin... [chuckles]
...he's too vengeful, go down that easy.
Yeah, I'll take care of the vengeance.
Let's share in that.
Whoever ordered this will want to finish.
And LJ's called in backup.
I'll keep soldiers on the entrances, front and back.
Yeah, let's not do that, Frank.
I'll put KPD on post.
Let's not complicate this shit.
They need to know who they're shooting at, anyway.
Keep my men on the streets, then.
Yeah, better that... find us a target.
-I'm with you, Mike. -Yeah.
-Ten toes in. -Uh-huh.
[car door closes]
[engine starts]
* quiet, tense music *
[Ian] Fucking use a napkin.
I'm trying to keep the car nice. Jesus Christ.
Why? What happened to the last one?
[Ian] Ha-ha, funny. Ain't that funny?
-Oh, Jesus Christ. -[phone buzzing]
Hey.
You got a twenty on that sicario kid?
I mean, I don't know where he puts his fucking mattress,
but he's hitting fucking Morrison's like clockwork.
Kid's a big tipper.
-[Ian] Yeah. -Is he there now?
Last time Keno checked in, yeah.
Jesus. Keno, really?
Mikey, it's a fucking babysitting shift, all right?
Relax. He can handle it.
Yeah, all right, look. Meet me there, would you?
I got to make a stop,
but keep an eye on that kid.
He's our best line to the shot caller.
Yes. Yes. Fucking Jesus Christ.
* quiet, tense music *
[engine shuts off]
[machinery whirring loudly]
***
[inmates clamoring]
[wheels rattling]
What's the word on Bunny?
What you mean?
You done dragging, man.
Can't even get no telegrams in or out with you.
That how it be?
I got to play it careful. Got eyes on me.
You got eyes on you?
Motherfucker, what side of the bars you on?
Where you standing?
We at war,
and you a soldier in that war.
Bogotá's gone at Bunny.
And now they flooding the market, outside and in.
And I'm the one who found out how they getting the drugs in.
The fuck you think you talking to?
Long as Bunny's down, you work for me.
Talk back, and I'll throw your ass off the motherfucking tier.
I promise you that.
[wheels rattling]
[Ian] Yo.
Hey.
Yeah, he's in there.
Calm and cool, like he just ate his cereal.
Was-- Is he eating cereal?
It's an expression, Ian.
[Ian] I never heard of it.
-Can we go? -Yeah.
[entry bells jingling]
[quiet music playing]
[entry bells jingle]
Hey. What do you say, uh, we go outside for a little chat?
My food will get cold.
You fucking pick up Rosetta Stone,
-you little cocksucker? -Hey.
Friend of mine was hit this morning.
Friends of mine got hit by the tracks.
Yeah. And six more in the fire, right?
Not you.
You ever notice that people keep putting you
in a position to die?
Like, over and over again?
I guess they just don't give a fuck.
I do. I give a fuck.
Well, I mean, you're expendable. Cannon fodder.
You trying to scare me straight, Mr. Mayor?
You know me.
Can't be in this town, not know.
[Mike] Well, these guys that died at the crossing,
uh, they anyone to you?
Soldiers are brothers,
brothers, soldiers.
-[Mike] Yeah. -You get that.
Anybody blood?
All right, motherfucker.
[clinks]
That's exactly what the fuck you think it is.
Okay? So why don't you tell me
who ordered the hit on Bunny Washington?
You know Bunny, you know me.
So stop fucking around.
My food is cold.
-[silverware clatters] -Fuck.
[Mike] You're nothing to your bosses.
You're nothing to me. The only difference is,
when I kill you, it'll be for a reason.
So why don't you just tell me what I fucking need to know...
...and you can live?
Bunny Washington's a pawn.
We're beyond the locals.
We're after knights and rooks,
mayors and kings.
[inhales]
Okay.
Tell your bosses, if you stay in town,
the local pawns will kill you.
***
[entry bells jingle]
[busy chatter]
-[Carla] Evelyn. -Yeah.
He's AWOL.
What the fuck are you talking about?
We're convening in ten minutes.
I spoke to him yesterday.
He knew date and time, he had directions, he confirmed.
Oh, my God, I should've put him in a hotel,
lock and fucking key.
Should I release the grand jury?
Fuck.
[clamoring]
* quiet, tense music *
***
Back the fuck off, or I will fuck you in half!
You ain't alone. Hold on to that, brother.
[lock buzzes]
Hey. Where you headed?
Hygiene kits. Be back in ten to dole 'em out.
[Cindy] All right.
[quiet radio chatter]
[inmates chattering]
-Ooh-whee! -Wow.
Look at you.
Baby, I'm feeling dirty.
Come on, baby.
Damn, girl.
* quiet, eerie music *
[Callahan] Lose something, Officer?
The center cannot hold.
***
Request backup. I need a five in Ad Seg. Stat.
-[inmate shouting] -[Breen on radio] 10-4.
Imperfect system.
[inmates shouting]
* dramatic music *
[lock buzzing]
[inmates clamoring]
At your service.
-Everything okay? -No.
Somebody didn't update the count board.
We're down an inmate. I got to go see where he landed.
Thank you, Breen. I owe you one.
Oh, I'll bank on it.
* gentle music *
[sighs]
[indistinct radio chatter]
No.
I'm not praying for you.
Not wasting prayers where there's none required.
[breathes deeply]
Our parents were strong folk, strongest we've ever known.
That strength's in your blood.
We ain't nothing but who we are and what we do, and you...
you're strong.
And what you...
...what you do, Deverin...
...is good.
You didn't survive so long only to perish now.
You hear me, brother?
You are long for this world.
God don't need to hear my prayers
because you hear my commands.
This is your fucking sister telling you...
...come back to me.
[office worker] And the fire inspector's
looking to schedule a time for Thursday.
[Torres] Uh, push that to next week...
Deputy Warden,
I'm so sorry to interrupt.
Yes, what-what is it, Officer...?
Um, Stephens, sir.
-Stephens. How can I help you? -Over in Ad Seg,
we are missing an inmate.
There's no transfer order. He's not in
the infirmary. He's not in the exercise cell.
-Hmm. -Um, inmate 081693.
Well, the Anchor's a big house, you know, with a lot of rooms
and moving parts. Probably just a clerical discrepancy.
Well, I-I know that he was a police officer.
Ah, so he's high-risk.
-Yes. -Okay.
-Inmate number... -081...
081...
-...693. -...693.
-Mm-hmm. -Well,
I'll track him down, figure it out.
-Thank you, sir. -Thank you.
[clamoring]
* intense music *
I'm not supposed to be here, Officer.
Must be some sort of cosmic glitch.
-No. -Back away from the fence.
You don't understand.
I'm supposed to be in Ad Seg, okay?
Look, I'm a cop, okay?
I fear for my life. You're obligated to move me to safety.
Fuck off.
[inmates clamoring]
* dramatic music *
[keys jingle]
[phone buzzing]
Yeah. Cindy?
Kyle's not in his cell.
What? What do you mean?
I came on shift, and he's not in his cell.
There's nothing in the logs.
Nobody knows where he is.
Uh, I checked the infirmary.
I checked the exercise cage.
He's not there.
I spoke to Torres,
and he's looking for him.
Fuck.
Torres is not looking. All right?
Cindy, stay off that fucker's radar.
He's in bed with Hobbs.
[quietly] Fuck.
Is anyone in this place not corrupt?
Just go back to your shift.
Keep your head down, okay?
These motherfuckers!
[inmates clamoring]
* tense, dramatic music *
***
[line ringing]
[phone buzzing]
Yeah. Yeah.
[automated voice] Hello.
This is a call from an inmate at Anchor Bay Prison.
-Oh, sh... -Press one...
-Come on. -...or speak "yes"
-to accept a call. -Fucking come on.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
[Kyle] Mike.
Yeah, what d'you-- Where the fuck are you?
They put me in gen pop.
I'm in the fucking yard, Mike.
What the fuck is going on?
Christ. Goddamn.
Look, I'm gonna figure it out, all right?
Just listen to me, okay?
And listen carefully.
The whites, they're gonna try to bring you close.
You do not want that, all right?
So put your back against the fence.
Look for Raphael. That is it.
That's all you will do.
Got to get you back to your nest.
-Come on, McLusky. -What's happening?
They're taking me back.
No, Kyle, don't go.
-[Kyle] I'm going back. -Fucking knock 'em out!
-Gotta go. -Fucking put yourself in the--
Goddamn it.
[tires screech]
[engine revving]
[cuffs clicking]
[inmates clamoring]
* tense music *
Hey, yo, Raph. Check it.
Mayor's brother being led to the slaughter.
[Cole] Could be taking him back.
Nah, they ain't taking him back.
***
Hey, it's me. Uh, warden knows I'm here.
-Want to buzz me in? -Sir, that's not possible.
-Thank you. -This area's for
-prisoner visitation. -Yeah. Hey, look.
Hey, just call her, okay? Call Torres,
-they know I'm here. -Backup at visitation.
[Mike] Jesus Christ.
* ominous music *
[door creaks shut]
***
Wait, wait, wait, wait. Wait, hold on a second.
-Hold on. What are we doing? -Get him.
Fuck. Hey. Hey, what the fuck?
-No! No! -Get the fuck in there! [grunts]
You need to fuck off
-and buzz me-- -[lock buzzes]
Hey, guys. Coming right through.
-Motherfucker. -Hey, hey, fuck you, Torres...
You just thought you could walk in here?
-Are you kidding me? -[grunts]
-Fucker! -You motherfucker.
Call Hobbs.
-Fucking call her. -[phone ringing]
[Torres] It's taken care of.
Why don't you send him in for a chat?
You sure? [sighs]
Fuck.
[sighs]
No! No! No, no!
Fuck! Fuck you. No!
No!
[grunting]
[groaning]
[grunts] No! No!
[grunting]
[screaming]
Up!
[grunting]
[grunting] Fuck you!
Smile for me, bitch.
-Gonna soften your shit up. -No!
-Come on. -No! No!
[screaming]
¡Mira! !Mira!
Come on, Kyle. Come on.
-[grunting] -[overlapping shouting]
* intense music *
[inmate] Go.
***
We got you, brother. Callahan's got your back.
[panting]
[lock buzzes]
[inmates chattering loudly]
[panting]
Let's get you cleaned up.
* ominous music *
[lock buzzes]
[door closes]
Hobbs. You let him get a call out.
You got my attention.
Want to tell me why?
I don't know. You're the one who knows everything
that goes on in this town.
I know you got your thumb on the scale for Bogotá.
I know the cartel has its sights on Moses.
There you go.
Mike, I want you to demonstrate your influence.
What am I aiming at?
I want Frank Moses arrested.
That train that went off the rails? He's connected to that.
He's very insulated.
That sounds like a "you" problem.
Okay, I can do it.
If you get Kyle back in Ad Seg, like right fucking now.
I want to see him.
And Callahan goes in gen pop.
All right, we have a deal.
There is a clock. Act with alacrity.
-Okay. Let me the fuck out. -Okay.
[Hobbs] You're right.
Working together can be mutually beneficial.
* tense music *
* slow, melancholy music *
[lock buzzes]
***
[lock buzzes]
[Cindy] You got an unscheduled visitor.
Your brother's here.
[sighs]
You need a minute?
I can't.
Okay.
Step forward.
Turn.
Hands.
[cuffs clinking]
[lock buzzes]
Sir, the inmate you're here to see
was just returned to Administrative Segregation.
He's refusing visitation at this time.
He's safe?
Yes.
-Okay, thank you. -Mm-hmm.
***
So this week...
-the depot in Dearborn. -[knock at door]
[door opens]
Back in business?
LJ's the ace up my sleeve.
Hell, we've been reimagining the game
since before you snuck your first beer. [chuckles]
-Long time. -Uh-huh.
[sighs]
Got a hit list for me?
Working on it,
but I ain't here for that.
I got wind KPD's coming to pick you up tonight.
And why would they do that?
They're scrambling, Frank.
They got no leads on this train.
They got two murdered engineers to speak for.
And they know that train came through your depot,
-so... -How?
[scoffs] I don't know.
It's not a secret, though, is it?
There's schedules, and
manifests and shit like that, right?
They don't know what door to knock on,
and I won't be here when they do.
Ah, well, Frank,
that's not the play, now, is it?
I mean, if they can't find you, Frank,
they're gonna know you're hiding something.
And then they're gonna double down
and look harder. You don't want that attention.
I'm not a stranger to interrogation...
[Mike] Mm-hmm.
...but I never once entered or left
a police station in handcuffs, Mike.
Okay, well, let's keep it that way.
They're just checking boxes here.
This is routine. This is nothing. You know this.
If you comply,
I'll make sure they walk you right in the front door
and right out the back.
-I'll answer what they ask. -There you go.
But I will be bringing my lawyer.
Bring your fucking pastor. What do I care?
-Mm. -You know?
You know how this goes.
[door closes]
[quietly] Fuck.
[phone buzzing]
-Hey. -[Mike] So he's gonna be
at the depot with his lawyer.
[Ian] Yeah, well, I'll be waiting with fucking
bells on, but what happens tomorrow
when she finds out we can't hold him?
Well, you just hold him as long as you can, all right?
Buy me some time.
Warden needs to know you're gonna do what I say.
Yeah. Right.
All right. What about Bunny?
What'd the techs say?
Shell casings, road spikes,
tire tracks, but no leads yet.
Okay. W-What about, uh,
the driver, Lamar?
No, he's not saying shit.
Does he know that Bunny's on his deathbed?
[Ian] No, look, he threw a bunch of fucking
bullets at the attackers.
So I'm guessing he just doesn't want to go
back to prison on a fucking gun charge.
Or maybe he hates cops.
-Or that. -Okay, look,
I'm not a cop. So give me his address.
I'm gonna talk to him.
-[engine starts] -Text me.
[Ian] Yeah.
[busy chatter]
Mm-hmm. Yeah, I got to call you back.
His plate was scanned in Indiana,
southbound on Route 31.
Can't they track him off that?
Ping was 12 hours ago.
* suspenseful music *
They changed plates by now.
[exhales sharply]
[exhales]
[exhales sharply]
You served with Cole, right? That's how you met Bunny?
Yeah. Yeah, it's my referral.
Shit, I would die for that motherfucker. Bunny, the same.
Uh, almost did.
Oh, they gonna get what's coming.
Yeah.
So you can, uh,
can you help me out?
Tell me what you saw?
Yeah. It was four or five guys, maybe.
They shot at us from the woods.
Any faces, tats? Anything you see?
Nah. Nah, they backed off when I shot back.
Got off, like, two mags, though.
Two mags. Jesus.
You didn't hit anybody?
I mean, if I did, they pulled the wounded out.
Would've chased 'em down, but...
Bunny, you know?
Yeah.
Okay.
Well, maybe Bunny can help me fill in some of the...
[inhales] ...the blanks here,
now that he's come to.
* eerie music *
He awake?
Yeah.
[chuckles softly] Shit.
Motherfucker. You buried the fucking lede, Mike.
He's a fighter.
Yeah.
I hope they show up
at the hospital tonight for another round.
Hmm.
You guys on shifts?
Moses got us posted up 24/7.
Nice.
All right.
Keep your head on a swivel.
-Ah, fuck. -[Stevie] How much money
you waste on them fucking things, man?
-Add it up. -I'm gonna say this
about that: I'm gonna win.
I got a fucking dream. One of these days, I'm gonna get
a cabin by a river in Montana, leave this place.
-Get the fuck away from you. -You'd miss me.
Yeah, well, I'm sure you'll visit.
Anything?
Lamar got flipped.
Cartel got to him?
Moses got to him.
Fuck. I've been so focused on the goddamn cartel.
Moses been wanting Bunny from the fucking start, okay?
And he knew that this train wreck would draw him out,
and I led him right into the damn thing.
No, that's not your fucking fault, Mikey.
Put a tank at that fucking hospital,
-like, fucking now, okay? -Yeah.
-They're looking for any
opportunity to get to him.
What about tonight?
Just like we talked about, I guess.
Catch and release, okay? Bide my time here.
Make him think all is well.
When I take down Moses, I'm gonna take him down for good.
* quiet, tense music *
[train whistle blowing]
* I go... *
Nothing better.
Mm. Ella,
she could make any old whisky taste rich.
-Uh-huh. -[chuckles]
* A lucky so-and-so... *
[siren whooping]
* If you should ask me the... *
Okay.
* I'd have to confess *
* That I'm slippin' *
Appreciate you.
* But that don't worry me *
* Confidentially *
* I've got a dream *
* That's a pippin' *
* And when the day is through *
* Each night I hurry to *
* A home where love waits *
* I know *
* I... *
* ominous music *
[vehicle doors close]
[engine starts]
[vehicle door opens]
[door closes]
[engine starts]
[Breen breathing heavily]
[grunts]
***
[Breen breathing heavily]
[inhales]
[breathing heavily]
[grunts]
[grunting] Oh, come on.
[breathes heavily]
Fuck.
[panting]
***
[exhales]
You okay over there, brother?
[sighs]
[Callahan] Not so bad being parked next to me, is it?
You recognize the value now.
We protect our own, Kyle.
That's the code.
By any means fucking necessary.
When's the last time someone did that for you?
* tense, dramatic music *
***
[vehicle doors close]
I got him.
Let's go.
[Ian] Here we go.
[indistinct chatter]
Fucking asshole.
-Fuck! Gun! -[panicked chatter]
Damn it! Fuck!
[panicked screaming]
Damn it.
Keno. Keno!
-Goddamn arm! -[Ian] All right.
All right. Fuck. Let's get a bus!
-[Keno groans] -[Ian] I got you. Come on.
[ventilator whooshing steadily]
[Mike clears throat]
Hey, Whit.
Why don't you go home and get some real sleep, huh?
I'll stay with him.
-Thanks, Mike. -Yeah, yeah.
* gentle, sad music *
Here you go.
He'll be all right.
All right.
[Mike] Get some rest.
[phone buzzing]
[buzzing stops]
[sighs]
Just you and me, buddy.
[exhales]
***
* slow, suspenseful music *