We're going to find this animal
and we're going to get through it together.
The hunt for Robert is officially over.
-I need Kyle out now. -You deliver Moses,
-I'll have Kyle out in 24 hours. -Pave the road.
'Cause Frank Moses is about to make a mistake.
Lamar took out LJ.
So you know where Lamar is?
[Mike] I need you to get to
-864 Eastern Avenue. -What for?
[Mike] You're gonna catch Moses in the act.
I didn't come here to be a janitor.
-[muffled shouting] -Here I am
taking out the garbage like I'm a fucking child!
What happened, Mike?
[Hobbs] It's impressive.
You pulled it off.
You're saving your brother's life.
-Get your people to back off. -They need another.
They got the one who fucked it up,
now they need the one who
fed the information to the Crips,
and then I will be free.
-[rapid gunfire] -Fuck!
Get down!
[muffled gunshots in distance]
* tense music *
[Ian echoing] Mikey!
-[high-pitched ringing] -[bullets ricocheting]
[Stevie] Fuck, fucking, motherfuck.
[grunts]
-[rapid gunfire] -[ringing stops]
Fucking Christ. Fuck!
Sarah, your gun.
What?
Give me your gun.
Kyle. Kyle.
Down! Get down!
-You good? -[grunts]
Gimme the piece, gimme the fucking piece.
Mikey!
Hey, fuckers!
[door creaks]
[gunshots]
[shouting]
Kyle.
Kyle. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Kyle, hey, ease up. Ease up, ease up, ease up.
Come on, we need one alive, huh?
All right? Relax.
You're gonna wish you were dead, motherfucker.
-Sarah? -[Sarah] Yeah?
[Mike] You okay?
-Yeah. -All right, get out of here.
Go out back. You were never here.
But, Mike, Mike, Mike.
Kyle used my gun.
You left it behind the counter.
-I knew where it was. -[Mike] Yeah.
We got you. Don't worry about it. Go on.
-Get out of here. -[Sarah] Okay.
[siren wailing in distance]
* slow, suspenseful music *
***
[indistinct chatter]
All right, that was just a scratch.
Don't make it a fucking thing, spider.
Yeah, I'm trying real hard
to think of a nice way to tell you to fuck off.
I can't do it.
[Ian] Yeah, well, that's the meds talking.
All right? I'll see you soon.
All right, Captain, this is fucking clear-cut here.
All right? This is some ancient prison fucking payback.
That's all this is. Right, Mikey?
Yeah, it seems to be.
It was just a AB attack,
ordered by Callahan.
That is your escaped prisoner.
-Simple as that. -Right.
Got two in the slab now.
Yeah, amen and pass the fucking ammo.
Witnesses saw three gunmen.
[Ian] Captain, they're wrong.
Are they? All of them?
You know better than anybody else.
Fucking blood on the streets, bullets in the air,
eyewitness accounts don't mean shit.
Two bad guys down. That's what I know.
That's what I see.
Okay. Got it.
[Ian] Yeah.
* atmospheric music
[indistinct radio chatter]
[water running]
[water stops]
[officer] 10-22C.
Don's Diner and the surrounding area is clear.
Two bodies found in full tactical gear
are en route to the morgue.
[dispatcher] Copy that. 807 back in service.
Pray for and pity the missing third,
the pain he must suffer.
Godspeed, brother.
See you in Valhalla.
[grunts softly]
[muffled grunting]
Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
* eerie music *
[phone vibrating]
Yeah, Bunny.
You clock in?
Just about to. Why?
Today your last day.
And we got one more box to check.
And after that,
you're a fucking free man, Kevin.
-For real? -You know,
I may hit you with a little severance package.
Ain't no retirement, but...
-No, I get it. -Start of something new.
Thank you, Bunny.
You want to thank somebody, thank the mayor.
Not a lot of folk can charm that motherfucker.
You got game escaped my notice.
[laughs softly]
You know what need doing today?
Yeah, for sure.
Uh-huh.
[Billy screams]
[groans]
This is how he contacts you, right?
It's how you call him?
Where is he?
And speak now, while you still got fingers left to dial.
-Fuck. -[Mike] You're making this
harder than it needs to be, Billy.
You think Callahan would do the same thing for you,
if roles were reversed?
Yeah. Yeah, he fucking would.
-[Mike] That right? -Mm-hmm.
Well, where the hell is he, then?
He could tap in for you right now, Billy.
Flesh and bone and blood is nothing.
I have a code.
What do you got there? What... you got fucking what?
I have my honor.
Fuck your honor.
[Mike] Yeah, and fuck your code, Billy.
-Huh? -[squishing]
[Billy groans]
[Mike] Was it your code
when you cut off Shaver's dick and balls?
Was that your honor?
Huh? That it?
-Hey. -[grunts]
Look at me.
* dark music *
I think you can see
that my intentions are clear.
And that your time with me
can be as long as you choose, okay?
So why don't we just save some blood
and a whole lot of agony
and tell me where the fuck Callahan is?
Go fuck yourself.
Oh, man.
[horn honks]
[Ian] How is he?
He's in surgery. Blood loss, tissue damage.
Missed the artery, though. Nothing major.
Okay, good.
All right, we got a-- we got a BOLO
-on Merle Callahan here. -Yeah, no shit.
No, listen to what I'm saying.
We back-channel this shit, Keno.
Anyone-- anyone fucking sees this fucker,
it comes to me-- cop, civilian, doesn't matter, all right?
Yeah, I got it, I got it.
Hey, just invite me to the fucking barbecue
-if you can, Ian. -Yeah, yeah.
-You're a good man, Keno. -[taps roof]
[Billy coughing]
[Mike] I don't know how many parts
we have to take off of you
before you become, like, a freak show.
You're gonna scare the kids in the street now,
your own mother can't stomach you.
[crying] I don't know shit.
For what?
Fucking Callahan? For God's sakes.
He's a fucking coward.
You realize that?
He's left you to do his dirty work.
No, he had his own work to do.
* ominous music *
Oh, I fucking envy him.
[laughs]
He left you here to die. Why are you loyal to him?
Loyalty's earned and returned, you traitor motherfucker.
The brothers would've run a train on you, Mike,
on the daily, without Merle watching out for you.
He saved your ass, and now what? Huh?
Is that right?
[grunts]
You think Merle Callahan gives up the fucking field?
Huh? You think that, you don't know the man.
Merle ain't no fucking spectator.
He's fucking front lines, man.
[Mike] Oh.
So, Callahan's in Kingstown, then?
-Is that right? -[Billy exhales]
[Mike] I see.
So, what was it-- he was just watching all this happen?
He was just watching it all go down from the shadows?
-Is that it? -Could be here, could be there.
-He's here. -[Mike] Yeah.
Whatever the fuck you think it is...
-[Mike] Okay. -it is.
What does that mean?
You're doing this, buddy.
You're doing this. Huh?
What the fuck
-does that mean? -[grunts]
Is he here?
[groans]
-Is he here? -[grunts]
-Is he in Kingstown? -[coughs]
-Huh? Is he here? Huh? -[screaming]
Is he here? Huh?
Yeah?
Where the fuck
is that motherfucker?!
Huh? Where the fuck is...
that motherfucker?!
Fuck you! Fuck!
[Hobbs] It's happening today.
I am lifting the lockdown, I will see that it's done.
[Cortez] Torres didn't cry.
What?
I let him see me.
He knew.
And he didn't beg.
He didn't cry.
A good soldier sacrifices.
* foreboding music *
Yes.
Will you tell them? Back home, I mean?
Will you tell them that it's handled?
I'll tell them, Nina, when there is something to tell.
Do right by your dead soldier.
[car door closes]
-[keys jingle] -[engine starts]
[Lucinda and Molly arguing in distance]
-[Molly] Mom! -[Lucinda] Give it!
I'm coming.
[Lucinda] It's my stuff.
[Molly] I don't care. Give me my stuff!
Yeah, look, if he knew anything,
-he'd have said it by now. -[weak groaning]
Well, this stopped being an interrogation for me
an hour ago.
Yeah. All right.
Let's go get cleaned up. Get the fuck out of here.
[water running]
Aw, sh...
* somber music *
[sighs]
-Okay. -[line ringing]
Hey, Bunny.
Look, uh, I'm over at the diner.
I need, uh, I need a crew.
I'm with my brother now, so give me a minute, all right?
All right, look.
If Callahan's in Kingstown, KPD's gonna fucking find him.
I don't want him found by anyone except me, Mike.
They have the manpower,
they're gonna find him, then he's ours.
Until then, there's nothing for us to do.
Yeah?
Yeah. Hey.
Want me to call Mr. Clean? What?
No, no. Uh, Bunny's gonna handle that shit.
Just wait for the cleaning crew.
And get Kyle to his truck,
so he can go see his goddamn son, for God's sakes.
-All right. -Okay.
What are you gonna do, Mike?
I'm gonna go to work.
-[car door closes] -[engine starts]
[train whistle blows]
-Hey. -You all right?
Never better.
Hey, Mike. You okay?
The fuck I just say?
Come on, Bunny. I'm not in the fucking mood.
A'ight. A'ight.
-What can I do? -The question's not what you can
do for me, Bunny, it's what we gonna do for you and yours,
for this new empire.
Scorched-earth.
Yeah.
Kingstown and Detroit aligned.
Take out Bogotá inside and out.
-End this shit proper. -Yeah.
You worry about your business, Mike.
I got this.
It's high noon.
[line ringing]
-Mike. -Nina,
it is time to lift the lockdown.
Well, that's on my to-do list.
I know why I'm doing it. You care
-to explain your interest? -There are some times
you have to let something bleed to cure it.
That's medieval thinking.
It's prison thinking.
Okay. So,
-this is my warning? -No, you know
this needs to happen, Nina.
So just let it. Let it bleed and close it up.
Cauterize it, okay? You know what needs to be done.
Yes, indeed, I do.
Indeed.
* somber music *
[engine stops]
Ian.
Yeah, buddy?
Callahan is mine.
I'm not gonna take it from you. I swear to God, Kyle.
***
[grunts softly]
Were you there at the diner this morning?
News said Kyle's name.
Yeah, we were there.
We weren't hurt.
You were almost killed.
Yeah, well, there's-there's that.
[scoffs quietly]
How's Kyle?
[sighs] Yeah.
What you'd expect, right?
Yeah.
How are you?
[short chuckle]
Not good.
Yeah.
That's exactly what you should be.
[chuckles softly]
What I did--
What you did is save my brother.
That's exactly what you did.
* mournful music *
Hmm.
What happens now with Callahan?
He made his bed. I'm just gonna put him in it.
But can't you...
-Can't you walk away? -No.
I cannot walk away.
Cannot leave Kyle like this. He's my brother.
He's all I got left.
I can't walk away.
[phone vibrating]
-[clears throat] -Yeah. Yeah?
Hey, Mikey, he's home safe and sound.
Dropped him off.
I don't know how good it is for him being there alone,
-but that's where he is. -He's not going to Ohio?
No. No, he's not.
So, what do you want to do?
I want to fucking finish this.
-Yeah. -So let's finish it.
Yeah.
I got to go.
-Mm-hmm. -Look.
He's gonna be okay.
I promise.
[scoffs]
I promise, okay?
[footsteps crunching]
[soft creaking]
[soft click]
[soft clattering]
[bullets clinking]
* dark music *
***
[indistinct radio chatter]
[officer] Got a man, mid-40s,
sleeping in the stairwell of North Kingstown arms building.
[dispatcher] 10-4. Do you need an additional?
[officer] Negative. Just send
medics code two for eval.
[officer] We got ongoing verbal, possibly escalating.
Uh, 1220 Jackson.
[dispatcher] Unit 309 and 4-John-6,
respond Code 2, caller states subject's still on site.
[radio chatter continuing]
***
[radio chatter continuing]
[line ringing]
-Hey. -Yeah, it's me. I'm at Shaver's.
Callahan was here.
Fuck.
Mikey, the town's locked down.
He's not getting out.
Yeah, well, he ain't running.
[indistinct chatter]
***
[line ringing]
[phone rings]
Yo, Raph.
We back in a power position out here.
You got to rock that shit today, now.
Still on lockdown, Bun.
Yeah, the mayor gonna fix all that.
We got a line on the Colombians now. All right,
we collapse in on these motherfuckers. Me on my end,
you on yours. You feel me?
Yeah.
Good.
It's about to pop.
-[knocking] -[door opening]
You wanted to see me,
-Warden? -I-I did, Officer Stephens.
Yes, please sit.
[sighs]
I must say, I-I was surprised
when they told me you-you clocked in today.
Yeah, well... I got mouths to feed.
Well, given what you went through,
I'm not gonna dock your pay.
It's better I keep occupied, ma'am.
Well... I know that feeling.
I do.
[inhales deeply]
You are booked to see the counselor, right?
-Yes. -Okay.
Good. Good.
No one takes easy to killing.
It disturbs the soul.
The only counsel I'd offer, if you're open to it, Cindy...
You saved the life of a good man.
Can focus on the value of that.
Take solace.
I'm trying.
Good.
I am going to, uh, lift the lockdown today.
Ad Seg is covered.
If you need an occupation, for now,
I think the infirmary suits.
That works for me, Warden. Thank you.
Okay, good. All right, that's all.
* suspenseful music *
[door closes]
***
[indistinct chatter]
[panting]
[door buzzes]
[shouting, clamoring]
We do this now.
[indistinct chatter]
[rapid gunfire]
[gunfire continuing]
[shouting, clamoring]
[alarm sounding]
[grunting]
[door buzzes]
Take us around back. Now. Let's go.
[rapid gunfire]
[indistinct shouting]
[rapid gunfire continuing]
[Bunny] Right here, right here.
[gunfire continuing]
[shouting, clamoring]
Aah!
[grunting]
[shouting]
[indistinct radio chatter]
[phone ringing]
Hey. I got to call you back.
[soft chuckle]
* eerie music *
I'm unarmed.
I'm surrendering.
Motherfucker!
Down on the ground. Down on the fucking ground,
right now, piece of shit.
[grunting]
Call off the hunt. I surrender.
Think you found sanctuary here, fucker?
-Due process. [laughs] -Fuck you
and fuck the Bill of Rights. Jesse,
go take a piss. There's nothing to see here.
Nothing to see here, folks. Everybody back to work.
My goddamn lucky fucking day. You walked right up
to the fucking gallows and brought the noose
-[Walter] Ferguson. -with you, you piece of shit.
-You ignorant-- -Ferguson.
[Callahan] I require
-medical attention. -Captain, no. He is healthy as
a fucking horse, Captain.
Walked in on his own two fucking feet.
-Put him in the box. -Captain.
Put him in the box. Now.
Get up, you fucking piece of shit. Get up,
fucking piece of shit. Come on.
[phone vibrates]
Shit.
Yeah. What do you got?
He's fucking here. He walked right into the station,
surrendered himself. Jesus Christ.
Shit. You're kidding me.
Is he charged?
-You didn't charge him, did you? -Mikey,
I was gonna walk him out the back door.
I was gonna deliver him.
I swear to God. That's what
-I was gonna do. -But?
But Captain fucking Walter,
Captain fucking Hospital Corners saw.
Okay. So... what?
Look, he parked him in fucking interrogation. Okay?
But he hasn't charged him.
So I don't know where his head's at.
You're gonna have to find out, Ian,
okay? Don't charge this motherfuck--
Don't put him back in the system, for God's sakes.
Just find out, okay?
Yes, I'm on it, I'm on it.
Get him to the rail yard.
It's all you got to do, okay?
Yeah.
[indistinct chatter]
[groaning]
[cuffs clicking]
[grunting, shouting]
* uneasy music *
Hey! Hey!
[indistinct chatter]
Hey. Hey, hey!
Look at me. Look at me. Look at me.
Look at me. Stay with me.
Stay with me.
Yeah, stay with me. Stay with me.
Stay with me. Stay with me.
No, stay with me. Look at me.
Stay with me, stay with me, stay with me.
Stay with...
[crying]
[phone rings]
Yes. Yeah. I'll be right down.
[clicking]
***
[phone vibrates]
[Bunny] The man, the myth, the legend.
That you, homes?
[chuckles]
You mute mo'fucker.
[phone vibrates]
Keep him warm.
[grunting]
To the victor go the spoils, Mike.
We got that half-assed sicario.
-Come on. [grunting] -[grunting]
-[grunting continues] [Mike] Keep him alive, Bunny.
Please? Try to find out who he reports to,
but just keep him alive, would you?
I got you.
[groaning]
You inbound?
I got something else to do. But I'll be there after.
Just keep him breathing.
[grunting continuing in distance]
[door opens]
[door closes]
You know, there's evil acts, and then there's pure evil people.
Good man can go wrong.
Evil man can never go right.
I've been looking at this man,
thinking on the horrors he's committed.
He will be charged in Michigan.
He will be charged in Ohio.
Won't be tried.
He'll plead.
Will he go back to prison? Yes.
Is that punishment? No.
Fucking hell's his home.
Ain't nothing in our laws
or our philosophies can contain this.
Yeah. I mean, yeah.
Look, Captain, the prisoner looks fucking sickly.
-He's unwell. -And he needs
medical attention. I should just bus him to the hospital now.
He was never here.
* ominous music *
[door opens, closes]
[knocking]
[thump in distance]
Psst.
[grunts]
Goddamn.
[vehicle approaching]
[car door opens]
Nobody's gonna track this fucker.
Okay. Let's get him out.
-[car door opens] -[Ian] All right, Merle,
let's go.
Come on, Merle.
Hope you dug the hole yourself, Mike.
The labor alone might undo me.
And you wouldn't want that, would you?
Keeling over like some Chinaman on the Transcontinental.
That lighten the load?
Fuck.
Get him up.
-Go, Merle. Come on. -You want to
purge yourself, all that guilt,
you're gonna have to beat me to death.
Problem there--
few blows, and I'll be so fucking out of it,
it won't matter-- just pounding on flesh.
[chuckles] Blood of the lamb.
Come on. Fuck off, Merle.
I ain't afraid to die, Mike.
You know this about me.
Lights on or lights off, don't give me pause. But you--
you act like I never taught you shit.
Blood can't wash out blood.
Yeah, I'll sleep better.
You'll find new cause for nightmares, no doubt.
You know, Merle...
you're a fucking coward.
Hide behind the law, even.
Live to fight another day.
Yeah, well, that's not gonna fucking happen, is it?
Well, get it fucking over with.
Mike?
[vehicle approaching]
You called him.
Yeah.
You don't deserve my wrath.
[truck door opens, closes]
Huh.
Goddamn.
Looks like I ain't the only one can walk through walls.
-[grunts] -Oh! Fuck. [gasping]
-[Kyle grunts] -Aw, fuck.
Fuck.
[panting]
When this is over,
you're gonna drive down to Belleville.
Shut the fuck up, Merle. Fuck you.
-Fucking... -You're gonna go to the morgue,
and you're gonna see her.
And you're gonna wonder, wonder, wonder
what I did to her.
[gun clicks]
Stand him up.
[Ian] Fucking cunt.
Step away.
[whispers] Just finish him.
[screaming]
[whimpering, hyperventilating]
* haunting music *
[breathing sharply]
[gunshots]
Hey. Hey. That's enough.
Okay? It's over.
Mike.
[Mike] Got it?
-It's all done. -Mike.
You got him. You got him.
-It's all over. -Mike.
It's all over.
Okay?
It's over.
Come on.
Let's go.
[Kyle sobbing]
* slow, suspenseful music *