Mayor Of Kingstown
Season 4 – Episode 5
Episode title: Damned
Stars: Jeremy Renner (Mike McLusky), Hugh Dillon (Ian Ferguson), Taylor Handley (Kyle McLusky), Tobi Bamtefa (Deverin “Bunny” Washington), Derek Webster (Stevie), Hamish Allan-Headley (Robert Sawyer), Nishi Munshi (Tracy McLusky) , Edie Falco (Nina Hobbs), Lennie James (Frank Moses), Laura Benanti (Cindy Stephens), Clayton Cardenas (Deputy Warden Torres)
Original release date: November 23, 2025
Plot: New dangers threaten Mike’s family as Callahan comes back into focus. Mike goes toe-to-toe with Hobbs as Ian goes to great lengths to sabotage Evelyn’s case against him.
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Mayor Of Kingstown – S04E05 – Damned | Transcript
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[Mike] The cartel is making real moves.
And you sent out two hitters to deal with a fucking platoon.
Our scorecard has us up.
You want to stay up, you got to double down and do it now.
Raph got Cruz’s number.
I’ll make it so.
♪ Menacing music ♪
We sent a message.
Right now, Cruz chained up in sick bay.
And Rafael…
[chuckles] Man, he took some licks, but he whole.
You and I have a mutual friend.
Stay the course and I’ll make sure you stay cozy.
Did you drop that brick?
‘Cause you knew she had a witness to put you at Morrissey’s?
I grew up with her.
I wouldn’t fucking touch her.
You got to be smart here.
And just stop.
I can’t.
Even if I wanted to.
I got a line on that witness.
I’m gonna track this fucker down. Case goes away.
What’s the worst that could fucking happen?
Prisoners at Ad Seg…
I’m-I’m gonna read you the names, okay?
What? Uh…
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Go.
Yeah.
There is Buck Simpson, Jeremiah Williams, Dennis Langham…
Hey, what about Callahan?
Merle Callahan, is he on that list?
Yeah. Merle Callahan’s here.
He’s been there the whole time.
In the cell next to Kyle.
Goddamn it!
♪ Tense music ♪
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Yeah, bury that shit good.
[engine starts] Don’t want nobody clocking my machinery.
[laughing]
That’s some sophisticated peekaboo shit right here.
[chuckles]
[indistinct chatter]
[forklift beeping]
Hey. Ready for export.
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Firepower go north, chemical comes south.
When my product come in?
Tonight. 22:00 hours.
You mean ten o’clock, mean, say ten o’clock.
This ain’t Fallujah.
[scoffs]
Ain’t it?
I mean, it’s pretty goddamn close, don’t you think?
Yeah, this motherfucker up and running.
[truck engine starts]
♪ Slow, suspenseful music ♪
♪♪♪
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[buzzer sounds]
[door closes]
[cuffs click]
The fuck, Mike?
Yeah, look, Tracy and Mitch, they’re-they’re okay.
Why wouldn’t they be?
What’s going on?
Well, it’s the-the fucker in the cell next to you.
Yeah? What about him?
It’s Merle Callahan.
Je… Jesus fucking Christ, Mike.
Yeah, I know. I know.
Fuck, I never asked him his name.
God. F… What the…
How the fuck did this happen, Mike?
That… I mean, that’s not a coincidence, you know?
Absolutely not a coincidence.
Well, I-I never told him who I was, so…
Yeah, he already knew.
This fucking…
Yeah.
All right, so, uh, what’s he offered you?
Offered me?
Yeah, Kyle.
Nothing.
Advice, I guess.
Fucking nothing.
Don’t bullshit me, Kyle.
I’m not.
Kyle?
Just advice.
That’s all, okay?
He knew that I got worked over, and he…
Just, you know, the “keep your head down” bullshit.
Yeah, well, he’s working you to get at me.
You understand that? This is the nastiest motherfucker I’ve ever known.
Don’t buy it.
Don’t buy anything.
Hey, look at me.
I’m gonna get him moved, okay?
It’s a lot to fucking process, Michael.
Shit.
Don’t take anything from him, advice or otherwise.
You hear me?
If you offer your hand, he’ll bite it the fuck off.
Don’t let him know that he’s made, either.
I get it.
Okay, freeze him the fuck out.
If I go mute on him, then he’s gonna know that something’s going on…
Yeah, yeah.
Just-just minimize the chat.
Just “yes” and “no” this guy, all right?
All right.
Okay, I know how to play it.
Yeah.
‘Cause he figures it out, then who-who knows what he’s gonna do then.
Tracy.
He’s gonna hurt you to get to me.
He’s gonna hurt her to get to you.
Get her the fuck out of Kingstown.
Yeah. It’s happening.
Right fucking now, Mike.
I got KPD there already.
I’m gonna pack her bags, I’m gonna get her safe.
I’m getting her out of the state. Kyle…
[panting] Okay.
Yeah.
It’s already done, okay?
It’s happening.
Oh, Jesus.
Okay.
Okay. All right.
I just…
I thought I was having a fucking heart attack last night.
This-this… this pressure, you know, on my chest, it’s like…
♪ somber music ♪
It’s fucking terrifying.
[sniffles]
Oh, I got to catch my fucking breath.
Hold on. [panting] I know the feeling, Kyle.
I remember.
How did you survive in here, Mike, as long as you did?
All that matters is that I did, Kyle.
So, hey, if you get that fear, think of me, okay?
You got to think that there’s a light that’s coming for you.
‘Cause there is.
I promise you.
Okay, Mike.
[phone clatters in holder]
[indistinct chatter]
[phones ringing]
What’s going on, Captain?
The day has come.
What-what, end times, what?
Ian, the grand jury’s convening in two days to bring charges against you in the Morrissey case.
They will indict you, Ian.
Captain, they can indict a fucking ham sandwich. Come on.
Jury pool sees a cop in the dock.
We are not popular with the people right now.
Speak for yourself. Fuck that.
Come on.
It’s not a joke.
Don’t underestimate that, and don’t underestimate Foley.
She only goes to the grand jury when she sees a conviction.
Yeah.
And her win rate’s in the 90th percentile.
Yeah. I mean, she’s always been a straight–
A student. Yeah.
But I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news.
I mean, Captain, sometimes it seems like you fucking enjoy it a little bit.
Ian, I am giving you warning.
I am telling you, she is gonna come at you hard, make you out to be worse than the monsters you lock up.
♪ Eerie music ♪
I enjoy nothing about this.
All right.
I appreciate the, uh…
I appreciate the heads-up.
Thank you.
[line ringing]
[Robert on recording]
Robert Sawyer. Leave a voicemail.
Yeah, put the fucking drink down, you fucking asshole.
[clattering in distance]
Crack o’ dawn visit.
Family trouble?
Nah, just some… some lawyer shit.
Right. My two cents?
Only visits you should allow.
Yeah.
Legal representation.
Otherwise, cut visitors out.
That way you don’t torture them.
They don’t torture you.
Is that, uh, what you did?
Cut off your loved ones?
Or vice versa.
Same difference.
What’d the shark have to say?
[mouthing]
♪ Tense music ♪
Just… what happens if I reverse my plea.
What you got to give up, work that magic.
I’m not reversing shit.
Attaboy.
No appointment, no audience, Mike.
Just keep going.
What are you, fucking deaf?
Come back when you’ve done the correct… [grunting] Don’t you fucking put your hands on me, motherfucker.
Get the fuck off me.
[Hobbs] Whoa! What…
[Torres] Hey! Hey!
Turn around, McLusky.
What is the ruckus out here?
Turn around and walk away, or I’ll put you in a fucking cell, Mike.
Torres, let… Hold on.
I got this, okay?
It looks like Mr. McLusky is in need of some counsel.
Am I right, Mike?
Yeah.
Okay.
[Mike] Fucker.
[Hobbs] Want some coffee?
No.
Tea?
No. Fuck. Jesus.
Fuck.
So, uh, you park Merle Callahan next to my brother?
No, see, that’s incorrect.
Uh, uh, your brother was parked next to Callahan.
It’s a first come, first served type of thing.
Okay, fi…
Can we fix that, please?
You know, how exactly do you know this, Mike?
I mean, I just found out myself.
Oh, you want to go there?
I’m just curious.
I-I, look, I just visited my brother.
And he’s smart, so he figured it out.
Not so hard.
[sighs] Okay.
It was a bureaucratic snafu.
Uh, w-what is it?
Yeah, it-it was a mix-up, Mike.
It was a mix-up that put your brother next to Callahan.
I have been on top of it since I found out yesterday.
Okay, so that’s yesterday.
Uh, today’s today, so you move Callahan now, right?
The paperwork has been filed.
Jesus Christ.
What…
What is this?
Honestly.
What-what do you want?
I want to do my job, Mike, like everybody.
Uh, just like you.
Okay, well, I can help you.
Uh, we’ve been through this, Mayor.
You know, the games that you play with my brother are transparent.
I see through you, all the way to fucking Bogotá, okay?
Cartel’s been empowered ever since you’ve been here.
Wow, I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.
You know exactly what I’m talking about.
No, I fucking don’t, Mike.
♪ Dark music ♪
And you know what I see when I look through you?
I see MDOC inmate number 068419, an ex-con who ran roughshod over this place for years… inside and out… ocean of blood in your wake.
And now?
Now you can’t do that.
And it’s left you looking for your balls with both hands, and I think it pisses you the fuck off.
Yeah?
Yeah.
Yeah, look, I don’t know who got to you.
Or how it happened.
Why it got… I don’t know.
But if you’re in over your head here, I could help you.
So you should let me.
Do I look like I need help?
I control everything that happens in my life and everything that happens in my prison.
And what exactly did Callahan do to you, anyway?
Whatever it was, whatever happened, whatever it is he did to you, he’s not gonna do it to Kyle.
You control everything, so control this.
Put Merle Callahan in gen pop.
And as far as what he’s done… he’s taught me how to kill.
[phone clatters softly]
[sighs]
[line ringing]
Tell me something good, Mike.
God knows I need it.
[Mike] This warden, Ian, put Callahan right next to Kyle. They’re fucking neighbors.
Mike, that’s the opposite of good.
Jesus Christ. She’s taking orders from somebody.
Don’t know who.
That’s got to change.
I need you to rattle her cage for me.
We got you.
Mike, we do that, you sure it’s not gonna blow back on Kyle, make shit worse?
I don’t know. How does it get worse at this point, right?
This is fucked.
All right, yeah, we got you. Copy.
Thank you.
[hangs up]
The fuck you volunteer me for now?
Stevie, it’s no big deal.
If it’s not a big deal, I’ll be the judge of it.
You want to help Mike or no?
Yeah.
Okay.
Okay.
Jesus Christ, when did you become so delicate?
You got to work on your blood sugar.
Let’s-let’s get you a donut.
Come on.
Tracy?
[Tracy] Mike?
[Mike] You okay?
Yeah, I mean, u-until you scared the shit out of me.
Okay, sorry.
Can you talk for a minute?
Yeah.
Okay.
Yeah. Sorry.
So, there’s a, uh, con in the cell next to Kyle.
Dangerous guy.
It’s Ad Seg, Mike. Most are.
Y-Yeah, but I have history with this one.
So I worry that… he’ll go after Kyle to get to me.
Which means he might go after you.
[sighs]
My car.
Could be random, could be not.
We don’t know.
Jesus Christ, Mike, uh, w-who are we talking about?
Aryan Brotherhood.
Okay.
Can’t risk it. Understand?
Until this is contained, I need you to get out of state.
Abandon everything. Home, work.
Well…
Kyle.
Well, Kyle wants this.
Uh, I don’t.
[sighs]
Okay, look.
There are moments where… sometimes all we can do is survive.
This is one of those moments.
Okay? KPD’s gonna escort you out of the state.
Fuck, Mike.
I know.
It’s the only way.
What kind of history?
Look, what happened to me is not gonna happen to Kyle.
That’s not what I asked.
I’m gonna keep him safe. Okay?
Y-You keep saying that.
No, I’m gonna protect him.
No, no, you keep saying that, Mike, but I don’t see it.
I don’t see it anywhere.
Okay? Mariam, Mitch, now Kyle?
You don’t think I know how this fucking story ends?
I’m gonna keep him safe, Tracy…
Yeah, you-you-you try to keep everyone safe, Mike, but everyone ends up fucking hurt worse.
All right. All right.
I’m sorry.
Everyone!
I’m sorry.
Are you fucking serious, Mike?
Come on, come on.
Let me make this right, okay? Hey, hey…
Fuck you!
[crying softly]
I’ll make it right.
Okay?
[crying] Come on, come on.
Fuck you, Mike.
Come on. Come on, come on.
I’m sorry.
[sobs]
♪ Contemplative music ♪
All right.
All right, here we go.
Signal the unit.
Let’s take her down.
All right, here we go.
[engine starts]
[sirens whoop]
There a problem, Officer?
Step out of the car, please.
Sorry for the inconvenience, ma’am.
We received a tip.
Oh, yeah? And what was that?
Contraband in the vehicle.
Oh, uh, who provided that tip?
[Ian] That’d be the anonymous variety.
We’ll make this a pit stop.
Have you on your way.
Well, would you like the password, Detective?
We’ll get your phone back to you, ma’am, as soon as we’re done here.
Where’s your warrant?
What’s that? Say it again.
I didn’t hear you.
Warrant. Where is your warrant?
You granted us access.
Didn’t she, Stevie?
Good citizen.
Oh, there are so many interesting ways I could fuck you both up.
You see a goddamn dashcam or a fucking body cam? No.
We asked for access, you provided it, ’cause you’ve got nothing to hide, right?
Sit tight.
Jesus Christ.
♪ Uneasy music ♪
[crying]
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[dialogue inaudible] Aren’t you investigating the death of CO Carney?
[Ian] Jesus Christ.
What-what’s that, Warden?
Say it again?
Doug Carney?
You’re investigating his murder.
That is an affirmative, Warden.
Yes, we are. 100%.
All right, guys, let’s wrap it up.
Let’s go.
Seems like your time could’ve been better spent, Detective.
We’ll IKEA this together for you.
Sorry for the inconvenience.
Yeah, what caused the inconvenience?
Oh, that was, uh, bad intel.
Welcome to Kingstown.
Any progress on the investigation?
We got a whole task force on it, Warden.
Oh, that a fact?
That is a fact.
In-in fact, it’s an open investigation.
It could lead in any direction.
Huh.
Random acts of violence.
It happens a lot here, don’t it?
Keeps us both in business.
You be safe there, Warden.
Let’s go.
[engine starts]
All right.
So, KPD is going to escort you out of Kingstown, and all the way to the state line.
So just call me when you get to Ohio.
Okay, I will.
[grunts softly]
[car door closes]
You’ll talk to Kyle?
Tell him we’re at my sister’s, tell him we’re safe?
Yeah. Yeah.
Call me if you need anything.
Thanks, Mike, I will.
♪ Mournful music ♪
[engine starts]
Bye, buddy.
Go.
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[car engine starts]
Oh, fuck.
Motherf…
Motherfucker!
F… Mm.
Oh. Fuck. Fuck.
[entry bells chime]
Want something, honey?
No, I’m good, Sarah. Thanks.
She’s fucking connected.
Yeah, no shit.
Fully automatic.
Jesus.
No serial number.
Fucking epoxy grip.
Goddamn gangster gun.
And her Subaru soccer mom bullshit?
That is a trap car, Mikey.
She got a secret compartment in the passenger seat.
In the fucking seat.
Yeah, look, I told you.
[chuckles softly]
She’s-she’s corrupt.
Mikey, she’s more than fucking corrupt.
You do not carry a gun like this and not know how to handle this kind of firepower.
This is a not-fucking-around weapon.
Yeah.
I can take her in on the gun.
I can book her on the gun.
Scandalize DOC, we’re done.
No.
She’s connected to people with big guns, big money and lawyers, Ian.
Look, she already knows you have this by now, right?
So let her sweat.
Let her come to me.
Mikey, we don’t fucking make a move, that’s gonna tell her that we can’t.
Does us no good to arrest her for a minute, Ian.
We got to focus on the bigger picture here.
Where’s the kid sicario?
Look, he’s popping up at Morrison’s every couple of days.
I mean, we’re tracking him, but he’s a slippery fuck.
Y-Yeah, okay, well, you got Keno.
He’s a bowler, right?
Kid’s a sprinter.
So get some faster feet on him.
Streets are quiet, Mikey.
Yeah, and?
Let’s take the calm where you can get it.
The only calm I know is before the storm.
It’s fucking Kingstown.
What the fuck you thinking?
♪ Portentous music ♪
Mm.
[speaking Spanish]
[door closes]
[liquid flowing]
[siren wailing in distance]
[indistinct chatter]
Better be catching you before you’re fucking hammered.
I need to talk to you.
You look like shit, Ian.
And you have a fucking job.
Look, I might have a fucking job for you, all right?
Let’s go outside.
Mm. Let’s just talk in here.
I’m not Nanook of the fucking North.
No, you’re Nanook of the put your fucking coat on.
Christ on a cracker.
Let’s go. Come on.
[exhales]
Fucking…
Hey, fuck, close it.
Fucking…
[grunts] Grand jury’s convening.
They’re gonna fucking indict me.
Fuck. That fucking sucks, man.
Morrissey from beyond the grave.
Evelyn’s got a goddamn witness puts me at the fucking scene.
You believe that?
No shit.
You got… got any leads?
Some fucking food delivery fucker in Morrissey’s hood.
Any thoughts?
Yeah, I got some ideas.
But you can’t wait on this, Ian.
You got to talk to this guy, make him understand what’s what.
That indictment comes down, they’re gonna stick him in a fucking safe house.
Yeah, listen, y-you…
You in the mood for returning a favor here?
Well, I’m in the mood for keeping both of our asses out of the fire.
♪ Sinister music ♪
Let’s put the fear into this motherfucker.
All right.
Hey.
Hey.
How you holding up?
I could ask you the same question.
You look like death warmed over.
What else is new?
When was the last time you slept?
I don’t. Can I come in?
[sighs] Yeah.
[door closes]
Okay.
So, what’s it gonna take to get Kyle out?
What happened?
Everything.
Everything’s happened.
So, what’s it gonna take?
[scoffs]
I-I don’t know how to talk to you about this anymore.
Well, try me.
What’s your wildest dream that I can make come true?
[laughs] Yeah?
[scoffs] I want Robert Sawyer.
That hasn’t changed.
And I’m gonna get him.
I’m gonna indict Ian, and we’re gonna see how he feels, really, about being inside.
There it is.
To get Robert, I don’t need you.
Ian’s not gonna rat.
[sighs]
Well, that remains to be seen.
Kyle was looking at six months. Ian?
He’s gonna die in prison, he goes down.
Well, come on, Evelyn.
There’s got to be something I… just something I can offer you.
Al Capone.
Oh, for fuck’s sakes.
‘Cause that’s what it’s gonna take, it’s gonna take an arrest, a prosecution and a conviction of an evil greater than Robert Sawyer.
And that is a tall fucking order.
Would you just listen to me, Mike?
This may be one problem that you can’t solve.
Kyle’s gonna get through this.
I know that you think it’s on you, but it is not on you.
It’s all on me, Evelyn.
[stammers] Okay? It’s just the way it is.
Oh, you can’t… you can’t watch over him forever, Mike.
[laughs softly]
Yeah, tell that to his wife and kid.
♪ Tense music ♪
♪
There he is.
Let’s talk to him.
Yep.
Okay.
[rock playing on stereo]
You out of smokes, brother?
No, I’m good.
Not a road I should keep going down, you know?
Yeah.
I know that feeling.
Roads not traveled, you know?
Visit this morning caused you some upset.
Mike is a fucking pisser.
First time I saw your brother… inside not a day, mind you… he’s on the yard, battling two, three homies.
And your brother, in the shit, goes blackout, man, fucking berserker.
Had that gift.
Could turn everything off in the middle of a fucking war, huh?
[chuckles]
You got that gift, Kyle?
Yeah.
Still, he’d have been killed, hadn’t I lent a kind hand.
Brotherly love, forged right there on the carceral archipelago.
Figure Mike’s painted you a picture of me.
But I’ll tell you this.
He’s wrong.
All I’ve done is keep your brother alive inside.
And out.
I’ve been Mike’s keeper long as I’ve fucking known him.
Who’s your keeper, Kyle?
Cop shoots another cop.
There’s got to be strong motive to do something like that.
And you could’ve shared that motive with the law.
That leaves one to wonder, what’s the motive not to share it?
Now, that’s got to run fucking deep.
Yeah.
You’re the cop, Mike’s the criminal, and you’re the one inside.
Who you here for, brother?
♪
[seat belt latch clicks]
Make it quick.
Yeah.
You don’t fucking need that.
What are you doing?
Yeah. Whatever.
[dog barking in distance]
[grunts softly, sniffles]
[car door closes]
[Robert] Reggie Davis.
The fuck, man?
You scared the shit out of me.
What do you want?
Me and my partner just need to talk to you.
Been a lot of package theft in the neighborhood.
Putting plainclothes cops on fucking package theft, huh?
Well, nobody’s gonna steal shit in front of a black-and-white, am I wrong?
Nah, you’re not wrong, just, um…
Shit, man, I got to bounce, so if…
We’re just gonna follow you to your next fucking delivery, then.
Come on, man, this won’t take a minute.
Sit in the car, talk.
Talk about fucking what?
This about the grand jury?
Oh, we just want to talk to you about what you saw, what you didn’t see.
You know, if we all agree, then… not gonna be a problem.
Get the fuck out of here, man.
I’m not talking to you about that shit.
[Ian] What’s up, amigo?
Fuck no.
Just relax, all right?
Hey, we just want to talk. Hey.
You’re the fucking… no, this isn’t fucking happening.
We just want to talk, get our stories on the same page here.
Hey.
I-I’ll record you, you fuckers.
Hey. Just relax.
You’re tampering with a fucking witness.
I’ll fucking record you…
We need you to listen to us.
Don’t fucking do that.
No.
Put that down.
Look… Hey…
Don’t do that.
No, look.
All right, listen to me.
Put that fucking thing down.
No, I’m not kidding.
I’ll go fucking live.
[Ian] Hey, fuck, we just want to talk.
This is tampering with a wi…
[gunshot] Fuck.
[chokes] Hey. Jesus Christ, Robert.
What the fuck?
[Reggie] Just…
What the fuck did I tell you?
Please. Please.
We just want to fucking talk. Fuck!
I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
I didn’t fucking…
I didn’t see anything.
That ship’s sailed, Reggie.
I didn’t see anything.
I swear to God.
Please.
Ian.
[Reggie] Please. [stammers] I’m sorry…
[Reggie gasping]
Fuck.
[Lucinda] Ah!
[Lucas] Ooh.
[laughing]
[indistinct chatter]
[Molly] Oh!
I scored. I scored. I scored.
Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.
Help you?
Yeah. Hey.
I’m, uh, Mike.
I’m a friend of your mother’s.
I left a message, said I’d, uh, come by.
Well, she didn’t say anything to me.
[Lucinda] You with the county?
No, no, I’m just a friend of your mom’s.
[Lucas] Yeah, well, she’s not home.
Could be a while before she gets back.
Yeah. You must be Lucas.
Right?
Why?
She talks about you.
All right, just tell her Mike came by, would you?
Oh!
[chatter resumes]
[laughter]
[Molly] What is wrong with you?
Free goal. Free goal.
No… Get off me. Get off me.
Please! Molly!
[Molly laughs]
[Lucinda] Get off me!
♪ Menacing music ♪
♪
[train rumbling in distance]
[horn blowing]
[brakes screeching]
♪
[shouting in distance]
[gunfire in distance]
[grunts softly] I got this.
You got it?
Yeah, I got this.
Watch out.
Yeah.
Fuck. Jesus Christ.
♪ Suspenseful music ♪
Come on. [sighs] Got it?
Yeah. Yeah.
Far enough downstream?
Yeah, this time of year, he’s gonna be at the bottom of the river by breakfast.
What are you doing?
If the body ever floats, you want ’em digging our fucking slugs out?
Fuck!
Yeah.
Jesus Christ, is this a fucking walk in the park for you or what?
[Robert grunting softly]
Okay. Yeah. There.
You got it?
[Robert] Yeah.
There it is.
[sighs]
[grunts softly]
[bullet splashes]
All right.
[sighs]
Hey.
What are you doing here?
Aren’t we closed?
We have a final visitor in chairs.
Yeah?
The warden’s here to see you.
Okay, yeah, send her in.
You should go home.
I’ll lock up.
I’ll lock up.
[door closes]
[drawer slides open]
Hey.
Want a drink? I don’t have tea.
[door closes]
No, I’m good.
That’s not my vice of choice.
You made your point, Mike.
Oh, yeah? What happened?
I think we got off on the wrong foot.
Well, “we” didn’t do shit.
Okay. Regardless, I will separate Kyle from Callahan, as you requested.
You win.
Happy?
Look, this… this isn’t a game I’m playing here, Nina.
I want to do right by all parties concerned.
All parties?
That is a lot to take on, Mike.
Well, like I said from the beginning, I can help you, Nina.
I think… our interests align.
[sighs]
Get some rest, Mike.
You look exhausted.
♪ Dark music ♪
[door closes]
[Ian] Jesus fucking Christ.
[Robert] You got to hit the gym, brother.
Hit the fucking gym?
You think that’s funny, you fucking psycho?
No, it’s not, like, “haha” funny, just, like, dark times, you know?
It feels good, you know?
Having a purpose.
[grunts]
[knocking]
Yeah.
[Cindy] Mike, it’s Cindy.
Hey.
Hey.
How you doing?
[laughs] I’m good.
How you doing?
Oh, you came in from the cold?
Yeah.
Take your jacket?
Oh, thank you.
[sniffles]
What are you doing here?
Um…
Come in.
[laughs] Okay.
Why don’t you have a seat?
[laughs softly] Want a drink?
Uh, yeah. Please.
Okay.
[sighs]
My, uh… my kids said that you stopped by.
Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
They were very, uh, hospitable.
[laughs] God.
[liquid pouring] Ugh.
Don’t take it personal.
Oh, I don’t.
Come on, I’d be the same way.
No one fucks with Mom.
Mm.
[alarm buzzes]
♪ Ominous music ♪
[door closes]
[Rush] Rise up, convict.
Give us your wrists.
Everything all right?
Wrists.
[cuffs click]
[Carr] Pop 17.
[door buzzes]
[door opens]
[door closes]
[cuffs clicking]
What the fuck is this, man?
Little R & R, inmate.
Fucking spa day, sweetie.
Last piece of advice.
Kill whatever comes close to you.
Fucking heed it, brother.
[door buzzes]
I, uh, set some bad examples.
They’re pretty slow to trust.
Yeah? Well, yeah, it’ll serve them later.
Yeah.
Was it you that set the bad examples or was it someone else?
Oh.
[softly]
Uh…
Mostly the-the last guy.
Ah.
Yeah.
There’s always a last guy.
Yeah.
♪ Atmospheric music ♪
We had to get out of there pretty fast.
Sorry.
Some days I feel it, and…
[inhales sharply] …some days, it doesn’t matter at all.
I don’t dwell on my past.
I won’t dwell on yours.
No regrets?
Too many to hold on to.
I’ll drink to that.
Yeah. Fuck yeah.
[laughs]
Where are we going?
[door buzzes]
[Cindy] Why’d you come to my house?
Kyle?
No, I got somebody else looking after him.
It’s Hobbs.
But you got to give her a wide berth, okay?
She’s got credentials, but she’s been compromised.
How?
Can’t tell you.
I need you to tell me.
Well, she collaborates with convicts, so she can’t be trusted.
Got to keep her at arm’s length.
Okay.
And what about you?
What about me?
Should I keep you at arm’s length?
Fuck yes, you should.
[laughs] Oh, no.
Like this.
Like this.
No, more like…
A little more like that.
This a little better?
A little bit more like this.
Come here.
[chuckles] Come here.
[chuckles]
♪ Dramatic music ♪
[door buzzes]
[door buzzes]
[door opens]
[door closes]
[door buzzes]
[inmate]
Dead man walking.
[door buzzes]
[phone vibrating]
Yeah?
[Bunny]
Mike, you ain’t gonna believe what the fuck I’m seeing right now.
Get to a bird’s-eye.
[door opens]
[door closes]
Yeah. Jesus.
Yeah, that’s my shit, Mike.
I’m gonna battle back on these motherfuckers.
Believe that.
♪
[siren wailing in distance]
