Mayor of Kingstown (2021–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Episode #1.1 - full transcript
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Everybody be dead,
if it wasn't for you.
This is a little outside
of what we do.
Thanks Mitch.
We're gonna need Kyle.
Your brothers are involved,
I'm sure.
What aren't they involved in?
Go straight to the office
and into the safe, yeah?
Two hundred grand
in the ground.
You owe me two dances.
Okay.
Open the safe.
What happened?
I need to talk to ya.
And who has the money?
The police.
And that's going to be
a problem for you.
Son of a bitch, fuck off.
Don't ever threaten me again.
Mitch, I know why he did it.
But for the life of me,
I'll never understand
why you do it.
I was hoping
you could help me
with my daughter,
she's in real trouble.
What's her name?
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Thank you.
So, is Mike
keeping the office?
Oh, probably.
Is he keeping, who's that,
that secretary,
what was her name?
Rebecca, you know her name.
Jesus.
Rebecca, oh, dios mio.
You know what dios mio means?
Yeah, oh my god, I think.
I remember when Jimmy
worked patrol and we were,
we were busting a house
that were making
Social Security cards
in the fruit streets.
You remember that?
The Hondurans.
The Hondurans.
And I'm reading rights
to these guys
and every fucking time
I finished a sentence,
they all look over at Jimmy.
And finally the captain says
Jimmy, just explain it to 'em.
Please, they don't understand.
Jimmy, yes sir.
Real loud.
Real slow.
You, have, the right,
to remain, silent.
They all turned
their fucking heads
and look at you at you
at the same fucking time.
Kyle, I'm sorry, man.
Hey what,
you expect me to believe
everyone's talking about
what a great guy Mitch was?
Naw, they're talking about their
fucking mortgage rate,
when Kingstown's gonna get
a country club.
Everybody misses everybody.
Everybody.
I mean, how many of these
fucking things we been to?
This isn't where you miss a guy.
You gotta do it on your own.
Yeah.
Hey Mike.
Hey fellas.
You gonna keep it going?
I don't know.
Ah, gotta tie up
some loose ends either way.
May as well get started.
God, I've known him
since I was uh,
shit, we went to
grade school together.
Hmm.
I'm real sorry, Mike.
I'm real sorry.
Everything about this
is sorry.
Let's go on the porch.
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
All right,
so what the fuck happened?
Uh, Sam's story is
the guy attacked him.
I mean, Sam's face is a wreck,
so maybe it's true.
Guy's on a ventilator,
it was a whole team effort.
Whole place was on lockdown
for, for fuckin' ever.
The world won't miss
that piece of shit, okay?
Yeah, well,
the Crips are gonna miss him.
I don't know what to say,
he's not my nephew,
I just tried to help out.
They're gonna play
that letter, Ed.
They're gonna
fucking play the letter.
If they don't try to hit him
on the outside.
Yeah, well, uh...
Let 'em know at this point,
however far they wanna take it,
we'll take it further.
It may not be wise,
but Sam handled himself
like a fucking man.
No, it's not.
Leave the gangster shit
to the gangsters, okay?
They're not trying to
pull pensions,
or put kids through college.
Well, what do you want us
to do, Mike?
Ask our union rep
if we can have some hush money
from the memorial fund?
No, you're gonna be smart, Ed.
Move some chess pieces around,
all right?
Quinton still running C-block?
Yep.
Who's got B?
Uh, two brothers.
It's a Lawrence
and a T-dog or some shit.
Fine, separate 'em.
P-dawg.
Who cares?
Transfer the weaker one,
put him in AdSeg.
You think that'll
make things better?
Well, with new leaders
slinging in the yard, right?
Bloods will see an opportunity.
And they'll tie
with the Mexicans.
Crips might lose the yard.
Mm, Mitch wouldn't do it
that way, Mike.
It's a big fucking risk.
Might be short-sighted,
but there is no risk.
We got no choice, okay?
Every once in a while,
it's nice to remind them,
they're the fucking prisoners.
Not us.
Yeah.
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I don't feel sad.
And I don't know why.
I just...
I loved him,
but I don't feel sad.
You don't have to feel
anything, there's no rules.
I know what you're thinking,
you know,
this could happen to me.
It could.
I can't change the way
things are done here.
I'm not asking you to, I...
I'm not asking you
to do anything.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Except...
Hey, don't waste
a moment of us, huh.
Because Mitch
is how fast it happens.
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Ugh, we got a word for this.
Oh yeah?
What's that?
Arson.
Insurance company's
gonna love you.
Yeah.
Well, that's the least
of my worries.
What were you thinkin', Mike?
How else do you get a stain
out of a carpet?
A fucking carpet steamer.
Yeah? Well...
You okay?
Yeah, it's no big deal.
Okay.
Oh my God.
How'd it happen?
I'm ju--I'm tired
of talkin' about it.
Can we go?
Cookin' school is
lookin' pretty good, isn't it?
Sounds silly when you say it.
Silly is setting your office
on fire to clean it,
rather than move
to a new office.
I mean, you see
the metaphor here right?
I mean, you're not married,
you...
You got nothing tying you down.
Don't owe anybody anything.
There's not one reason
for you to take this on.
Just tyin' up
some loose ends.
There's a lot of 'em.
Don't let weeks become years,
Mike.
You won't get 'em back.
I get you.
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Look, y-you gotta
understand here,
this isn't something
that I can help you with.
They moved him to another cell
closer to the chamber,
there's video surveillance,
they've assigned a guard
to watch him,
until they remove him
for execution, okay?
You're better off
just talking to his attorneys.
There's no more appeals.
Nothing they can do.
Tomorrow night,
we're supposed to sit there,
right beside them.
And my momma gotta watch
her baby put down like a dog.
And them, is the family
of the child that he killed,
when he decided to spray
a bus stop with bullets.
Look...
I know your mother
loves her son,
and it's gonna break her,
but this is happening.
There's nothing
anybody can do about it.
Best thing you can do,
look your brother in the eye,
let your smile be
the last thing he sees, okay?
That's it.
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How can there be nothing?
I don't understand.
I don't understand nothing.
You will tomorrow.
Yep?
Yo,
sorry about your brother man.
I feel for you,
everybody gonna miss him.
Yeah, thank you.
How you holdin' up?
You gonna take some time?
No, no, no, I'm good.
Yeah, that's good to hear,
you backstabbin' motherfucker.
Pull me off the fucking yard,
huh?
You tryin' to get me killed
motherfucker?
I'm on my fuckin' way.
Okay...
Guys,
if someone breaks in here
and cuts open the safe
in the next few weeks,
I'll walk through
your front door
and kill you
in your own kitchen.
It's lookin' good.
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Hey, here come that fool now.
Shit, shit, shit.
Go, go, go.
What the fuck, man...
Shit.
Ah, fuck...
Oh my God.
Aw fudge, oh shit man,
you're fucking crazy.
I was just tryin'
to have a conversation.
You startin' to see
the way we do things now?
Fucking easy with that
Peckerwood justice, man.
We good.
No, we're not good.
You hooked a decent kid.
Your boy fucked with him,
your boy lost.
So, it's over, okay?
So I want that letter
on my fucking desk, today.
All right?
Or there's no going back to
the good old days, you and me.
They want their boy,
give him back.
You get the yard back.
Aight, shit, get that
fucking gun off me, man.
Letter's right there, damn.
You've had it
this whole fucking time?
Fuck you, Mike!
Look at my shit,
you gonna fuck my shit up
for that motherfucker?
Aw man, lookit this shit,
lookit this shit, fuck it.
Here, spring my boys.
Hey, it's me.
We're good.
Wanna put the guys
back where they were?
Thank you.
Too easy, Bunny.
Tell me this, Mike.
Where you at?
Huh?
I'm fuckin' serious, Mike.
Where you at?
You a friend of me?
Or you a friend of them?
Oh wait, I'm your...
I'm your friend now?
Is that what I am?
I'm your friend?
No less a friend
then they are, man.
Then you're no
friend at all, right?
You wanna feed 'em,
just feed 'em, not kill 'em?
Just feed 'em.
That's not a great idea, Mike.
Look, it's not a big bear,
it's just like--
it's the size of a dog.
Now, it's not a big bear now.
But you feed this thing
for a few months,
it'll be a big bear
that's not scared of you.
And thinks your cabin's
a fucking diner.
Yeah, understood.
What does it,
what does it uh, like to eat?
Anything man,
it's a fuckin' bear.
They like what we like.
Bagels, grease,
like bacon grease.
Dog food,
fiends for marshmallows.
I just hope mama-bear
don't show up
to see where baby's
gettin' his treats.
Now, can you kill it
with a pistol?
What caliber?
A .40.
Nope, but you'd sure
piss it off.
Mm-hmm, what about
with one of these things?
Yeah.
Yeah, it works.
Look at that.
Okay, yeah.
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Knock, knock.
Yeah.
Uh, the grease
from your fryer,
what do you do with it?
Throw it out.
Can I have it?
The grease?
Yeah.
Sure.
What about the uh,
those fries come in bags?
Forty-pound bags.
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Hey.
Get outta here.
It's not for you.
All right.
Get outta here.
Go, get out.
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Morning.
Yep.
Special Agent Aldrich,
this is Special Agent Perry.
You mind if we have a chat?
All right.
Wanna come up?
Thank you.
Okay.
Sorry to hear
about your brother.
Thank you.
Do you have any idea
why he was targeted?
He wasn't targeted,
he was robbed.
Do you know the connection
between your brother
and Vera Sunter?
The woman who was slain
by Mr. Ramos.
Yeah, didn't you guys
bother reading his file?
We just wanted
to hear it from you.
Okay.
Mitch helped arrange the
surrender of Milo Sunter
after an armored car heist.
In which
two armed guards were killed.
Correct, yes.
And then part of that deal,
Milo was able to keep and hide,
a portion of what he stole
to be returned to him
upon his release.
He was sentenced to life,
correct?
Correct.
So, you hid
the money for him?
No.
Was Mitch's murder
about somebody
trying to get the money?
Yeah.
Where is this money now?
I'm--for the love of God.
All this is in the paper,
you guys.
Why are you
asking me questions,
you know the answer to?
We had an arrangement
with your brother.
Ah...
We're here to decide
if we should make
that same arrangement with you.
Your brother received $2500
a month as a paid informant.
Are you aware of this?
I am aware.
Care to tell us anything
about the altercation
you were involved in
yesterday at the Commons?
What altercation was that?
The one where you
detonated a concussion grenade
and brandished a firearm.
I have a CCO.
Hmm, yeah, a convicted felon
with a concealed carry permit.
I hope you can appreciate the
magnitude of corruption
that went into
making that all happen.
I do.
What do you know
about Deverin Washington?
Bunny.
Yeah,
he's a fuckin' drug dealer.
What else do you wanna know?
He runs the Crips, not a set,
he runs the whole
God damn thing, right?
He sits in his front yard,
sells drugs, all day, every day.
He's got a cooler with eight
pounds of crack and meth in it.
So, you can go arrest him
anytime you want.
If you would be interested,
in being a paid informant.
Yes! Fuck, gimme the paper.
All right, thank you.
Initial by the--
Yeah, yeah, Mm-hmm...
Okay, got a check?
Sign that you've received it.
All right, here ya go.
Thank you.
Now, what I would
like you to do--
Look, this is how it goes.
I don't do stings,
I don't wear a fucking wire,
and if someone asks me
if I'm on your payroll,
I tell 'em the truth, okay?
What I do here
and what I do
with other people here,
stays here.
So, if I bend a rule with a cop
to prevent a woman
from becoming a widow,
don't run that cop
up a flagpole.
You wanna know who's
running what, anytime, where?
Come to me,
but do not fucking use me.
For anything,
I have broken many a law
with feds standing
right next to me.
So, if you're here
for some sort of civic cleanup,
just know, you have a lot of
sweeping in your house too.
Okay?
Fair enough.
Great.
Get the fuck outta my office.
We'll be in touch.
No doubt.
You make coffee?
Yeah.
Do you want some?
Mm-hmm.
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So, we still in business?
What else am I gonna do?
Right.
Yep?
Hey buddy, we need a favor.
What are you gonna do
with Mitch's Caddy?
Mike, thanks for doing this.
You know everybody, right?
Yeah.
Radio.
Got it.
Hey, you didn't wanna
bring the Lincoln?
No, he told me
to bring the Caddy.
Caddy's fuckin' 40 years old,
Lincoln's way newer.
That's somethin' poetic
about it, right?
Well, for the record,
let me just say
how fuckin' ridiculous this is,
all right.
For the record,
let me just say
that this guy is movin'
a fuckin' ton of meth.
And he is the top,
he is not a runner,
he's the fuckin' cook
and he's squeaky fuckin' clean,
this guy.
Guy's like Mr. Magoo,
he's smart.
Us, we knocked out
his fuckin' taillight,
this fucker calls AAA,
has them come fix it
in the parking lot at Costco,
he's good.
All right, well I don't got
all fucking day.
Let's do this.
Let's saddle up, let's go.
I'm ridin' with Mike.
Kyle, you think
Mr. Magoo's attorney's
not gonna figure that out?
You ride with me, let's go.
Come on, come on, you're hurtin'
my feelings, let's go.
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Mike, turn right
at York, he's in a gray Subaru.
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Oh shit.
All right, Mike.
He should be at
the intersection of York
and 23rd in about 60 seconds.
Hell, that's 10 blocks away.
I'm at a light.
You're good Mike,
you can make it in 45 seconds.
All right, I'm moving.
Thirty seconds.
Shit, there's too much
traffic, hang on.
All right, you got it.
Fifteen seconds.
I don't see him.
He'll be there.
Shit, I'm through.
I didn't see him.
Look, I don't see him.
24th Street, fuckface.
Oops.
Lookit, the impact
knocked the crystal
all over the God damned street,
it's a great bust, Mike.
You gotta look on
the bright side here.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Ha!
Until the fucker
sues me all over the place.
This car's a fucking tank,
Mike.
You can drive that shit home,
brother.
Yeah, right.
Mike.
Mike, this kind of thing,
in time, is gonna be funny.
I swear to God.
I swear to God.
Skedaddle, let's get him.
Let's go, let's get him out.
Hey man, thanks,
the way you handled that shit
the other day.
Means a lot, thank you.
It's my pleasure, brother.
Yeah.
All right, let's get him,
get him outta there.
Look at this fucker.
Walk towards me
until I say stop.
Stop.
Remove your jacket.
Have a seat,
remove your shoes.
Stand.
Get dressed,
stand over there.
He did this to you?
He said if you
ever threaten him again--
Yeah, I'm sure.
He doesn't have the balls.
He's different
than his brother.
More like us.
He needs to go back out there,
some other things to move, now.
Don't threaten him again.
And send someone else.
Who?
Someone like Vera.
That's the way with this one.
Where's Iris?
New York.
Send her.
Mike, who--
Oh my God, your face.
Oh yeah,
it has that effect on people.
Are you up
to seeing somebody?
Not really, but...
You need anything?
Naw, I'm fine, just...
Is it okay?
Yeah, come in, have a seat.
Yeah, it's uh,
I had an accident.
I'm sorry.
Yeah.
So, what can I do for you?
In the waiting room
at the prison, everyone talks.
And they talk about you.
They say you did this
and can do that.
And if something
can't be done there
you can do it from here.
A woman told me,
for $500 you give advice
on what to do.
For more you get involved.
But, how much more, it depends.
Yeah, look,
there's nothing I can do
to help your brother.
And there's no way
for me to get involved
for any amount of money.
But you can advise.
My father would say, you fear
what you do not understand.
And to understand this,
maybe we can survive it.
You're gonna survive it.
But nothing any of us do,
is gonna help
your brother survive.
Will you be there
with us tonight?
Can I hire you to do that?
Yeah.
Yeah, I can do that.
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I know what you're thinkin'.
God, you're beautiful.
You're beautiful.
Look at you.
Baby.
I gotta go.
Come to Kingstown.
Why?
Because I told you to.
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Sit down on the right.
Hey,
w-what are you doing here?
Hey, what are you doing here?
Motherfucker
murdered my niece.
Sorry to hear that.
You here for him?
I'm here to explain
the process to his mother,
I've never met him.
This fool gonna
feel anything?
Suffering's in the mind,
he's been doing that for years.
I want him to feel it.
Well, today's your lucky day.
Please be seated.
The seat you choose now,
is the seat you must remain in
until the end
of the proceedings.
Do not stand up.
Do not approach the glass.
Only address members
of your own party.
Do not speak above a whisper.
To do any of these things, is a
violation of state code 442-48,
which is punishable
by up to six months in prison
and a fine of up to $1000.
If you need to be excused,
raise your hand and wait for
a corrections officer to
escort you from the premises.
Any questions?
The warden's going to read the
sentence to the gallery.
Who's the gallery?
That would be us.
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Juan Jesus Garcia,
having been found
guilty of capital murder,
has been sentenced to death
by lethal injection.
Please bring in the condemned.
Juan Jesus Garcia,
you have been sentenced,
by a jury of your peers,
to a sentence of death.
Before that sentence commences,
you may address the gallery
if you have any last words.
Listen to me,
he's already gone,
this isn't him.
You understand?
Just find the strength.
Look him in the eye.
Remember the best of him.
Quiet in front.
Do you have anything
you want to say?
Mama...
To you, for the girl...
I'm sorry.
Fuck it.
Kill me.
Would you like
last rites performed?
Si...
Okay, the doctors
are starting an IV,
to administer the...
medication.
Then the warden will wait for
a phone call from the governor
for a stay of execution.
But,
don't tell your mother that.
Tell your mom to look down.
I want you to repeat
exactly what I say.
He's asleep.
There's no pain.
There's no pain.
No pain.
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Please rise
and exit the door you came in.
Damn Mike.
You coulda warned me.
Yeah, how do you prepare
for something like that?
I'll be outside.
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Yeah, that's what the fuck
I'm talkin' about right here.
How come none of y'all
never bought me no chair?
I don't know.
Hey.
What's good, baby?
Yeah.
Shit, matching colors too?
Man, God damn.
I don't suppose
you got something to drink
in those coolers.
Naw, not in this cooler, man.
Hey, V, Trel,
get us a couple of beers, man.
Ugh.
Thanks.
Where you been?
You know that Scorpion
that uh, shot that little girl?
In that drive-by
over by the Titan?
He was executed tonight.
Shit.
Why were you there?
That's a long story.
Fuck.
I ain't never seen one, man.
Not in no prison.
Shit, I guess
there's worse ways to go.
Oh, I don't know
about that buddy.
You ever wonder?
Like...
There's all these fools,
right...
They worried about
they kid got a B in science.
Uh, the tranny in the van's
gotta be serviced.
Where we gonna
spend Christmas at?
The lake house or Grandma's?
Shit...
You know, I'm 37 years old.
I ain't never celebrated
Christmas in my life.
You're born, you suffer,
you die.
And young at that.
Let me let you in
on a little secret, Mike.
You're no different.
You're just as far under the bus
as the rest of us, bro.
And we all be leavin'
the same way.
Once you've been
in the jaws of the beast,
some day he gonna
finish his meal.
You remember uh,
when you're a little kid.
And you used to think that,
you know,
that maybe you could do
something in life
that makes you happy.
And then you figure out
that there's no such thing
as happy.
That's what
I'm talkin' about.
I knew this shit was it.
Always.
Been readin' online
about this school
they have in Wyoming.
Hmm.
And there they teach you
how to do this uh,
this camp cooking.
Word.
You know,
cookin' on this open fire,
like you're all outside,
everybody lives in a tent.
Kind of cook food for a bunch
of different people, you know?
What kind of food?
Uh, like steaks and stews,
biscuits...
Yo, when I was like nine,
I spent two weeks in Alabama
with my grandmama, right?
She cooked everything outside.
Sourdough biscuits, gravy...
No shit.
Yeah.
She teach you how to do it?
Naw,
but I seen it though, man.
She'd uh, she'd keep the starter
in the icebox right,
pull off a piece.
Then she'd cover the bottom of
the Dutch oven in bacon grease.
That's the trick to that shit,
man.
Bacon grease
in the bottom of the pan.
Yeah.
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Next time on
"Mayor of Kingstown"...
Gentlemen,
this is a capital case.
Better yet, this maggot
doesn't make it to court.
Guys, do you know
what you're asking?
I'm not asking anything.
You are.
We all know
this won't be free for anybody.
This is a deal
with the Devil.
Just, put it together Mike.
There are no good cops now.
This levy gotta break,
sometimes you just gotta
make that dam bust open.
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Everybody be dead,
if it wasn't for you.
This is a little outside
of what we do.
Thanks Mitch.
We're gonna need Kyle.
Your brothers are involved,
I'm sure.
What aren't they involved in?
Go straight to the office
and into the safe, yeah?
Two hundred grand
in the ground.
You owe me two dances.
Okay.
Open the safe.
What happened?
I need to talk to ya.
And who has the money?
The police.
And that's going to be
a problem for you.
Son of a bitch, fuck off.
Don't ever threaten me again.
Mitch, I know why he did it.
But for the life of me,
I'll never understand
why you do it.
I was hoping
you could help me
with my daughter,
she's in real trouble.
What's her name?
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Thank you.
So, is Mike
keeping the office?
Oh, probably.
Is he keeping, who's that,
that secretary,
what was her name?
Rebecca, you know her name.
Jesus.
Rebecca, oh, dios mio.
You know what dios mio means?
Yeah, oh my god, I think.
I remember when Jimmy
worked patrol and we were,
we were busting a house
that were making
Social Security cards
in the fruit streets.
You remember that?
The Hondurans.
The Hondurans.
And I'm reading rights
to these guys
and every fucking time
I finished a sentence,
they all look over at Jimmy.
And finally the captain says
Jimmy, just explain it to 'em.
Please, they don't understand.
Jimmy, yes sir.
Real loud.
Real slow.
You, have, the right,
to remain, silent.
They all turned
their fucking heads
and look at you at you
at the same fucking time.
Kyle, I'm sorry, man.
Hey what,
you expect me to believe
everyone's talking about
what a great guy Mitch was?
Naw, they're talking about their
fucking mortgage rate,
when Kingstown's gonna get
a country club.
Everybody misses everybody.
Everybody.
I mean, how many of these
fucking things we been to?
This isn't where you miss a guy.
You gotta do it on your own.
Yeah.
Hey Mike.
Hey fellas.
You gonna keep it going?
I don't know.
Ah, gotta tie up
some loose ends either way.
May as well get started.
God, I've known him
since I was uh,
shit, we went to
grade school together.
Hmm.
I'm real sorry, Mike.
I'm real sorry.
Everything about this
is sorry.
Let's go on the porch.
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
All right,
so what the fuck happened?
Uh, Sam's story is
the guy attacked him.
I mean, Sam's face is a wreck,
so maybe it's true.
Guy's on a ventilator,
it was a whole team effort.
Whole place was on lockdown
for, for fuckin' ever.
The world won't miss
that piece of shit, okay?
Yeah, well,
the Crips are gonna miss him.
I don't know what to say,
he's not my nephew,
I just tried to help out.
They're gonna play
that letter, Ed.
They're gonna
fucking play the letter.
If they don't try to hit him
on the outside.
Yeah, well, uh...
Let 'em know at this point,
however far they wanna take it,
we'll take it further.
It may not be wise,
but Sam handled himself
like a fucking man.
No, it's not.
Leave the gangster shit
to the gangsters, okay?
They're not trying to
pull pensions,
or put kids through college.
Well, what do you want us
to do, Mike?
Ask our union rep
if we can have some hush money
from the memorial fund?
No, you're gonna be smart, Ed.
Move some chess pieces around,
all right?
Quinton still running C-block?
Yep.
Who's got B?
Uh, two brothers.
It's a Lawrence
and a T-dog or some shit.
Fine, separate 'em.
P-dawg.
Who cares?
Transfer the weaker one,
put him in AdSeg.
You think that'll
make things better?
Well, with new leaders
slinging in the yard, right?
Bloods will see an opportunity.
And they'll tie
with the Mexicans.
Crips might lose the yard.
Mm, Mitch wouldn't do it
that way, Mike.
It's a big fucking risk.
Might be short-sighted,
but there is no risk.
We got no choice, okay?
Every once in a while,
it's nice to remind them,
they're the fucking prisoners.
Not us.
Yeah.
♪
♪
♪
I don't feel sad.
And I don't know why.
I just...
I loved him,
but I don't feel sad.
You don't have to feel
anything, there's no rules.
I know what you're thinking,
you know,
this could happen to me.
It could.
I can't change the way
things are done here.
I'm not asking you to, I...
I'm not asking you
to do anything.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Except...
Hey, don't waste
a moment of us, huh.
Because Mitch
is how fast it happens.
♪
Ugh, we got a word for this.
Oh yeah?
What's that?
Arson.
Insurance company's
gonna love you.
Yeah.
Well, that's the least
of my worries.
What were you thinkin', Mike?
How else do you get a stain
out of a carpet?
A fucking carpet steamer.
Yeah? Well...
You okay?
Yeah, it's no big deal.
Okay.
Oh my God.
How'd it happen?
I'm ju--I'm tired
of talkin' about it.
Can we go?
Cookin' school is
lookin' pretty good, isn't it?
Sounds silly when you say it.
Silly is setting your office
on fire to clean it,
rather than move
to a new office.
I mean, you see
the metaphor here right?
I mean, you're not married,
you...
You got nothing tying you down.
Don't owe anybody anything.
There's not one reason
for you to take this on.
Just tyin' up
some loose ends.
There's a lot of 'em.
Don't let weeks become years,
Mike.
You won't get 'em back.
I get you.
♪
♪
Look, y-you gotta
understand here,
this isn't something
that I can help you with.
They moved him to another cell
closer to the chamber,
there's video surveillance,
they've assigned a guard
to watch him,
until they remove him
for execution, okay?
You're better off
just talking to his attorneys.
There's no more appeals.
Nothing they can do.
Tomorrow night,
we're supposed to sit there,
right beside them.
And my momma gotta watch
her baby put down like a dog.
And them, is the family
of the child that he killed,
when he decided to spray
a bus stop with bullets.
Look...
I know your mother
loves her son,
and it's gonna break her,
but this is happening.
There's nothing
anybody can do about it.
Best thing you can do,
look your brother in the eye,
let your smile be
the last thing he sees, okay?
That's it.
♪
How can there be nothing?
I don't understand.
I don't understand nothing.
You will tomorrow.
Yep?
Yo,
sorry about your brother man.
I feel for you,
everybody gonna miss him.
Yeah, thank you.
How you holdin' up?
You gonna take some time?
No, no, no, I'm good.
Yeah, that's good to hear,
you backstabbin' motherfucker.
Pull me off the fucking yard,
huh?
You tryin' to get me killed
motherfucker?
I'm on my fuckin' way.
Okay...
Guys,
if someone breaks in here
and cuts open the safe
in the next few weeks,
I'll walk through
your front door
and kill you
in your own kitchen.
It's lookin' good.
♪
Hey, here come that fool now.
Shit, shit, shit.
Go, go, go.
What the fuck, man...
Shit.
Ah, fuck...
Oh my God.
Aw fudge, oh shit man,
you're fucking crazy.
I was just tryin'
to have a conversation.
You startin' to see
the way we do things now?
Fucking easy with that
Peckerwood justice, man.
We good.
No, we're not good.
You hooked a decent kid.
Your boy fucked with him,
your boy lost.
So, it's over, okay?
So I want that letter
on my fucking desk, today.
All right?
Or there's no going back to
the good old days, you and me.
They want their boy,
give him back.
You get the yard back.
Aight, shit, get that
fucking gun off me, man.
Letter's right there, damn.
You've had it
this whole fucking time?
Fuck you, Mike!
Look at my shit,
you gonna fuck my shit up
for that motherfucker?
Aw man, lookit this shit,
lookit this shit, fuck it.
Here, spring my boys.
Hey, it's me.
We're good.
Wanna put the guys
back where they were?
Thank you.
Too easy, Bunny.
Tell me this, Mike.
Where you at?
Huh?
I'm fuckin' serious, Mike.
Where you at?
You a friend of me?
Or you a friend of them?
Oh wait, I'm your...
I'm your friend now?
Is that what I am?
I'm your friend?
No less a friend
then they are, man.
Then you're no
friend at all, right?
You wanna feed 'em,
just feed 'em, not kill 'em?
Just feed 'em.
That's not a great idea, Mike.
Look, it's not a big bear,
it's just like--
it's the size of a dog.
Now, it's not a big bear now.
But you feed this thing
for a few months,
it'll be a big bear
that's not scared of you.
And thinks your cabin's
a fucking diner.
Yeah, understood.
What does it,
what does it uh, like to eat?
Anything man,
it's a fuckin' bear.
They like what we like.
Bagels, grease,
like bacon grease.
Dog food,
fiends for marshmallows.
I just hope mama-bear
don't show up
to see where baby's
gettin' his treats.
Now, can you kill it
with a pistol?
What caliber?
A .40.
Nope, but you'd sure
piss it off.
Mm-hmm, what about
with one of these things?
Yeah.
Yeah, it works.
Look at that.
Okay, yeah.
♪
Knock, knock.
Yeah.
Uh, the grease
from your fryer,
what do you do with it?
Throw it out.
Can I have it?
The grease?
Yeah.
Sure.
What about the uh,
those fries come in bags?
Forty-pound bags.
♪
Hey.
Get outta here.
It's not for you.
All right.
Get outta here.
Go, get out.
♪
♪
Morning.
Yep.
Special Agent Aldrich,
this is Special Agent Perry.
You mind if we have a chat?
All right.
Wanna come up?
Thank you.
Okay.
Sorry to hear
about your brother.
Thank you.
Do you have any idea
why he was targeted?
He wasn't targeted,
he was robbed.
Do you know the connection
between your brother
and Vera Sunter?
The woman who was slain
by Mr. Ramos.
Yeah, didn't you guys
bother reading his file?
We just wanted
to hear it from you.
Okay.
Mitch helped arrange the
surrender of Milo Sunter
after an armored car heist.
In which
two armed guards were killed.
Correct, yes.
And then part of that deal,
Milo was able to keep and hide,
a portion of what he stole
to be returned to him
upon his release.
He was sentenced to life,
correct?
Correct.
So, you hid
the money for him?
No.
Was Mitch's murder
about somebody
trying to get the money?
Yeah.
Where is this money now?
I'm--for the love of God.
All this is in the paper,
you guys.
Why are you
asking me questions,
you know the answer to?
We had an arrangement
with your brother.
Ah...
We're here to decide
if we should make
that same arrangement with you.
Your brother received $2500
a month as a paid informant.
Are you aware of this?
I am aware.
Care to tell us anything
about the altercation
you were involved in
yesterday at the Commons?
What altercation was that?
The one where you
detonated a concussion grenade
and brandished a firearm.
I have a CCO.
Hmm, yeah, a convicted felon
with a concealed carry permit.
I hope you can appreciate the
magnitude of corruption
that went into
making that all happen.
I do.
What do you know
about Deverin Washington?
Bunny.
Yeah,
he's a fuckin' drug dealer.
What else do you wanna know?
He runs the Crips, not a set,
he runs the whole
God damn thing, right?
He sits in his front yard,
sells drugs, all day, every day.
He's got a cooler with eight
pounds of crack and meth in it.
So, you can go arrest him
anytime you want.
If you would be interested,
in being a paid informant.
Yes! Fuck, gimme the paper.
All right, thank you.
Initial by the--
Yeah, yeah, Mm-hmm...
Okay, got a check?
Sign that you've received it.
All right, here ya go.
Thank you.
Now, what I would
like you to do--
Look, this is how it goes.
I don't do stings,
I don't wear a fucking wire,
and if someone asks me
if I'm on your payroll,
I tell 'em the truth, okay?
What I do here
and what I do
with other people here,
stays here.
So, if I bend a rule with a cop
to prevent a woman
from becoming a widow,
don't run that cop
up a flagpole.
You wanna know who's
running what, anytime, where?
Come to me,
but do not fucking use me.
For anything,
I have broken many a law
with feds standing
right next to me.
So, if you're here
for some sort of civic cleanup,
just know, you have a lot of
sweeping in your house too.
Okay?
Fair enough.
Great.
Get the fuck outta my office.
We'll be in touch.
No doubt.
You make coffee?
Yeah.
Do you want some?
Mm-hmm.
♪
So, we still in business?
What else am I gonna do?
Right.
Yep?
Hey buddy, we need a favor.
What are you gonna do
with Mitch's Caddy?
Mike, thanks for doing this.
You know everybody, right?
Yeah.
Radio.
Got it.
Hey, you didn't wanna
bring the Lincoln?
No, he told me
to bring the Caddy.
Caddy's fuckin' 40 years old,
Lincoln's way newer.
That's somethin' poetic
about it, right?
Well, for the record,
let me just say
how fuckin' ridiculous this is,
all right.
For the record,
let me just say
that this guy is movin'
a fuckin' ton of meth.
And he is the top,
he is not a runner,
he's the fuckin' cook
and he's squeaky fuckin' clean,
this guy.
Guy's like Mr. Magoo,
he's smart.
Us, we knocked out
his fuckin' taillight,
this fucker calls AAA,
has them come fix it
in the parking lot at Costco,
he's good.
All right, well I don't got
all fucking day.
Let's do this.
Let's saddle up, let's go.
I'm ridin' with Mike.
Kyle, you think
Mr. Magoo's attorney's
not gonna figure that out?
You ride with me, let's go.
Come on, come on, you're hurtin'
my feelings, let's go.
♪
Mike, turn right
at York, he's in a gray Subaru.
♪
Oh shit.
All right, Mike.
He should be at
the intersection of York
and 23rd in about 60 seconds.
Hell, that's 10 blocks away.
I'm at a light.
You're good Mike,
you can make it in 45 seconds.
All right, I'm moving.
Thirty seconds.
Shit, there's too much
traffic, hang on.
All right, you got it.
Fifteen seconds.
I don't see him.
He'll be there.
Shit, I'm through.
I didn't see him.
Look, I don't see him.
24th Street, fuckface.
Oops.
Lookit, the impact
knocked the crystal
all over the God damned street,
it's a great bust, Mike.
You gotta look on
the bright side here.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Ha!
Until the fucker
sues me all over the place.
This car's a fucking tank,
Mike.
You can drive that shit home,
brother.
Yeah, right.
Mike.
Mike, this kind of thing,
in time, is gonna be funny.
I swear to God.
I swear to God.
Skedaddle, let's get him.
Let's go, let's get him out.
Hey man, thanks,
the way you handled that shit
the other day.
Means a lot, thank you.
It's my pleasure, brother.
Yeah.
All right, let's get him,
get him outta there.
Look at this fucker.
Walk towards me
until I say stop.
Stop.
Remove your jacket.
Have a seat,
remove your shoes.
Stand.
Get dressed,
stand over there.
He did this to you?
He said if you
ever threaten him again--
Yeah, I'm sure.
He doesn't have the balls.
He's different
than his brother.
More like us.
He needs to go back out there,
some other things to move, now.
Don't threaten him again.
And send someone else.
Who?
Someone like Vera.
That's the way with this one.
Where's Iris?
New York.
Send her.
Mike, who--
Oh my God, your face.
Oh yeah,
it has that effect on people.
Are you up
to seeing somebody?
Not really, but...
You need anything?
Naw, I'm fine, just...
Is it okay?
Yeah, come in, have a seat.
Yeah, it's uh,
I had an accident.
I'm sorry.
Yeah.
So, what can I do for you?
In the waiting room
at the prison, everyone talks.
And they talk about you.
They say you did this
and can do that.
And if something
can't be done there
you can do it from here.
A woman told me,
for $500 you give advice
on what to do.
For more you get involved.
But, how much more, it depends.
Yeah, look,
there's nothing I can do
to help your brother.
And there's no way
for me to get involved
for any amount of money.
But you can advise.
My father would say, you fear
what you do not understand.
And to understand this,
maybe we can survive it.
You're gonna survive it.
But nothing any of us do,
is gonna help
your brother survive.
Will you be there
with us tonight?
Can I hire you to do that?
Yeah.
Yeah, I can do that.
♪
I know what you're thinkin'.
God, you're beautiful.
You're beautiful.
Look at you.
Baby.
I gotta go.
Come to Kingstown.
Why?
Because I told you to.
♪
Sit down on the right.
Hey,
w-what are you doing here?
Hey, what are you doing here?
Motherfucker
murdered my niece.
Sorry to hear that.
You here for him?
I'm here to explain
the process to his mother,
I've never met him.
This fool gonna
feel anything?
Suffering's in the mind,
he's been doing that for years.
I want him to feel it.
Well, today's your lucky day.
Please be seated.
The seat you choose now,
is the seat you must remain in
until the end
of the proceedings.
Do not stand up.
Do not approach the glass.
Only address members
of your own party.
Do not speak above a whisper.
To do any of these things, is a
violation of state code 442-48,
which is punishable
by up to six months in prison
and a fine of up to $1000.
If you need to be excused,
raise your hand and wait for
a corrections officer to
escort you from the premises.
Any questions?
The warden's going to read the
sentence to the gallery.
Who's the gallery?
That would be us.
♪
Juan Jesus Garcia,
having been found
guilty of capital murder,
has been sentenced to death
by lethal injection.
Please bring in the condemned.
Juan Jesus Garcia,
you have been sentenced,
by a jury of your peers,
to a sentence of death.
Before that sentence commences,
you may address the gallery
if you have any last words.
Listen to me,
he's already gone,
this isn't him.
You understand?
Just find the strength.
Look him in the eye.
Remember the best of him.
Quiet in front.
Do you have anything
you want to say?
Mama...
To you, for the girl...
I'm sorry.
Fuck it.
Kill me.
Would you like
last rites performed?
Si...
Okay, the doctors
are starting an IV,
to administer the...
medication.
Then the warden will wait for
a phone call from the governor
for a stay of execution.
But,
don't tell your mother that.
Tell your mom to look down.
I want you to repeat
exactly what I say.
He's asleep.
There's no pain.
There's no pain.
No pain.
♪
Please rise
and exit the door you came in.
Damn Mike.
You coulda warned me.
Yeah, how do you prepare
for something like that?
I'll be outside.
♪
♪
♪
Yeah, that's what the fuck
I'm talkin' about right here.
How come none of y'all
never bought me no chair?
I don't know.
Hey.
What's good, baby?
Yeah.
Shit, matching colors too?
Man, God damn.
I don't suppose
you got something to drink
in those coolers.
Naw, not in this cooler, man.
Hey, V, Trel,
get us a couple of beers, man.
Ugh.
Thanks.
Where you been?
You know that Scorpion
that uh, shot that little girl?
In that drive-by
over by the Titan?
He was executed tonight.
Shit.
Why were you there?
That's a long story.
Fuck.
I ain't never seen one, man.
Not in no prison.
Shit, I guess
there's worse ways to go.
Oh, I don't know
about that buddy.
You ever wonder?
Like...
There's all these fools,
right...
They worried about
they kid got a B in science.
Uh, the tranny in the van's
gotta be serviced.
Where we gonna
spend Christmas at?
The lake house or Grandma's?
Shit...
You know, I'm 37 years old.
I ain't never celebrated
Christmas in my life.
You're born, you suffer,
you die.
And young at that.
Let me let you in
on a little secret, Mike.
You're no different.
You're just as far under the bus
as the rest of us, bro.
And we all be leavin'
the same way.
Once you've been
in the jaws of the beast,
some day he gonna
finish his meal.
You remember uh,
when you're a little kid.
And you used to think that,
you know,
that maybe you could do
something in life
that makes you happy.
And then you figure out
that there's no such thing
as happy.
That's what
I'm talkin' about.
I knew this shit was it.
Always.
Been readin' online
about this school
they have in Wyoming.
Hmm.
And there they teach you
how to do this uh,
this camp cooking.
Word.
You know,
cookin' on this open fire,
like you're all outside,
everybody lives in a tent.
Kind of cook food for a bunch
of different people, you know?
What kind of food?
Uh, like steaks and stews,
biscuits...
Yo, when I was like nine,
I spent two weeks in Alabama
with my grandmama, right?
She cooked everything outside.
Sourdough biscuits, gravy...
No shit.
Yeah.
She teach you how to do it?
Naw,
but I seen it though, man.
She'd uh, she'd keep the starter
in the icebox right,
pull off a piece.
Then she'd cover the bottom of
the Dutch oven in bacon grease.
That's the trick to that shit,
man.
Bacon grease
in the bottom of the pan.
Yeah.
♪
Next time on
"Mayor of Kingstown"...
Gentlemen,
this is a capital case.
Better yet, this maggot
doesn't make it to court.
Guys, do you know
what you're asking?
I'm not asking anything.
You are.
We all know
this won't be free for anybody.
This is a deal
with the Devil.
Just, put it together Mike.
There are no good cops now.
This levy gotta break,
sometimes you just gotta
make that dam bust open.
♪
♪