Mayor of Kingstown (2021–…): Season 1, Episode 9 - The Lie of the Truth - full transcript
Tracy has good news for Kyle. Mike and Iris spend a peaceful day at the cabin, unaware of the trouble escalating back in town.
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- So how did you stumble upon
solving the crime of the decade?
'Cause he wanted me to.
- Why would he want that, Mike?
- I don't know.
- Well, you better figure it
out before someone else does.
- I am watching the leaders
have a 30-minute pow-wow.
You know what it means
when rival gangs group together?
It means they're fucking
talking about us.
- Killing a guard--
- Sends a message.
- Be smart, Pete.
Give me your arm.
Sell her.
I got something
that belong to you.
- How do you know
it belongs to me?
- She says so.
- When he comes out,
just tell me if he did it.
It was him!
- That's him?
- Yeah.
- All right.
- You wanna see my favorite
place in the whole world?
- Like fucking magic.
- We do not have clearance.
You have to hold.
I'm waiting on the warrant.
I don't
need a fucking warrant.
911 got a dozen calls
about shots fired.
There's a blood smear
on the driveway
the size of my
fucking dinner table.
- Hey, just let me get
the all clear, Robert.
Well, we're
sitting ducks here.
Send us in or I'm
pulling my team back.
- Just...
- I have movement in the house.
- What movement?
- Richard...
We have movement.
We're going in.
Robert, wait.
- ♪
- No end to this fucker...
- Well, you got some
'splainin to do.
Get the fuck out, sir.
♪♪
- ♪
♪ I pulled into Nashville
♪ Tennessee
♪ When I was just a boy of 19
♪ And now it's much
too late for me ♪
♪ To ever be free
♪
♪ Oh, you whisperin' wind
♪
♪ Take me home again
♪
♪ Oh, you whisperin' wind
♪
♪ Take me home again
♪
- ♪ Ooh, yeah
- ♪
♪ Ooh, yeah
♪
- Do you want some more?
- I do, but my
heartburn is killing me.
- Heartburn, huh?
You know what that means.
- What does it mean?
- Hair.
Baby is gonna be born
with a full head of hair.
- You watch!
- Morning, Ma.
- Hi, honey.
- Um, not hungry?
- Uh, no, baby, no time.
- Your shift doesn't
start for an hour.
- Yeah, well, it's gonna
be a long day, so...
- All the more reason
you want a great meal.
- You know, Ma, I--I want
what you want, right?
I want to be the happy family
that sits around
and has small talk
before we go
off on our happy day,
but I got nothin' small to say
and my day won't be happy,
so I just want to get
it fucking over with.
- Tracy, would you
excuse us for a minute?
- Sure!
Thank you.
- You're in for it now...
- Sit down.
- Ma, I don't have time--
- Sit the fuck down!
Have some breakfast.
You didn't ask about my
day, so let me tell you.
I'm being interviewed today
about a student who stabbed
a prison guard in the neck
30 times with a pencil.
He's the nephew of one
of your brother's friends--
one of your friends,
who was also
stabbed to death last night.
And now you're rushing
out of the house--
I'm not
rushing out of here.
I've got an inmate transfer at
8:00 AM, 30 minutes of traffic,
and I got 30 minutes
of red tape at the prison.
I'm just--I'm late.
I gotta go.
And, you know,
I know what you're doing.
And you are right.
It is a giant mess, but
we are trying to clean up.
It's your
brother's mess.
It's everybody's mess!
Every decision in this place
is the lesser of two evils.
Every fucking one.
And I don't get to choose
between right and wrong because
that choice, it's never offered.
- You know your son's due date?
- Why do you say "son"?
- Because I saw him
on the ultrasound
at the doctor's appointment
you couldn't make.
February 29th.
He's a leap year baby.
She didn't tell me.
She was looking for
the right time, like breakfast.
But you wouldn't give her that.
You know, what
she dreams about at night
she expects to come true
in the day.
And it's just a simple dream,
Kyle.
It's a husband who'd rather
be with her than anywhere else,
who can't wait to be a father,
who can't wait to go shopping
for stuffed elephants and cribs.
You're right.
I need to make
more time for her.
That'll solve
absolutely nothing.
You say you have
no good choices.
The only good thing in your life
just walked out of the room.
All this filth that consumes
you, just couldn't leave it.
Choose her.
If you don't have the courage
to do that, then divorce her,
and let her find somebody
who does love her.
Do it quick,
before you get killed
and she martyrs you
in her mind
and raises another
generation of fool
in this family.
I'm not
divorcing my wife.
- Well, then, act
like her husband!
- ♪
- Hi.
I'm so sorry.
- It's okay.
- No, no, it's not okay.
Look at me.
I'm sorry I wasn't there.
I'm so sorry.
- I need you.
- I know. I know you do.
I love you.
A son.
- A son, yes.
- A son.
We're gonna have a baby boy.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- We have to pick
out a name for him.
- Can we call him Mitch?
Yeah, baby, we can
call him whatever you want.
- ♪
- Hello?
Want to make sure
you didn't drown.
- I didn't drown.
- I made breakfast.
- You know,
you can come closer.
- How are you doing?
- Well...scrub though I may...
...I just can't seem
to get them off me.
- Well, everyone that
did that to you is...
They're gone.
- It's a metaphor.
- ♪
Breakfast?
- Yeah, yeah,
if you're hungry.
- I should eat.
- Yes, you should.
Come--come eat while it's--
while it's hot, okay?
- ♪
- Oh, shit.
Syrup.
There.
Yeah. Now it's ready.
- Not eating?
- I--I already ate.
- I can't eat in front of you.
- You can't? Why not?
- I don't know.
- Okay, well, I'll wait outside.
- Should I go back inside?
- No. I'll face this fear.
- You know what they're called?
- That yellow one is a finch.
A goldfinch, to be exact.
- Why not a yellow finch?
- Well, there is a yellow finch.
But that's not one of them.
That's a goldfinch.
- Well, it looks yellow to me.
- I know,
it looks yellow to me too.
But they didn't ask me
when they fucking named it.
- They should've.
Mm, what is this?
- That's a German pancake.
- Are you German?
- No, I'm Irish.
The only thing German
is that pancake.
- It's good.
You should be a chef.
- Yeah. The thought has
crossed my mind.
- ♪
- I wonder if you'd
do me a favor.
- Of course I will.
- ♪
- Pause it right there.
You see that?
- What am I seeing?
- Look at his arm.
Watch it extend
from the shoulder.
Pete, back it up.
Do you see that?
The other inmate is white.
I doubt one of the whites
would willingly arm a black man.
- All right, Pete, thanks a lot.
- Ed, the whites have
no dog in this fight.
- The fuck they don't.
- Why do they care if a
black inmate is beat to death
or shot on the yard?
If anything,
both instances
improve their position.
Look, if we have inmates
crossing racial lines
to get at a guard,
we've got a real fucking problem
because you know what's next.
- That's what I'm worried about.
- Why are you worried about it?
What makes today different
than any other goddamn day?
- Look, Warden.
Samuel Weaver had been
tricked into mailing a letter
for the inmate
that attacked him.
Now, we believe they feel
Darryl's death was retribution
for that action.
- Was it?
Was it?
- The QRT unit's actions
were justified, sir,
based on the situation
they encounter, which--
- Well, the inmates certainly
don't think it was justified.
How do you explain that?
- Here's how you
explain it, sir.
They're lying, stealing
murderers who haven't taken
responsibility for anything
in their entire fucking lives.
And legitimizing their
complaints was the worst thing
you could have done.
They should be on lockdown
until they've served
their fucking sentences.
- Ed--
- I'm sorry, sir,
but Tim was my friend and
his nephew was a good kid.
And they don't
deserve what they got.
And if we don't put the
screws to these motherfuckers,
they will do it again
and again and again.
They won't stop!
- Captain Moore, you
have an opinion on this?
- Yes, sir, I do.
We should lock the prison down,
move the suspects to county,
where homicide detectives
can question them
and prepare charges.
We must send a message, sir.
It must be hard
and it must be fast.
- You can transfer the
suspects to county.
But we are not locking
the prison down.
That's a mistake, sir.
I gave my word.
I will not reprimand the
innocent to punish the guilty.
- When you say "innocent,"
sir, who are you referring to?
- Who the hell do you
think I'm referring to?
The other inmates.
- There are no
innocent inmates, sir.
That is why they're here.
- No lockdown.
- What the fuck was that?
- I had to give him something.
- No, no, you don't have to
give that politician anything.
Get in the habit of keeping
our secrets, Kareem...
because they will throw us in
here with these motherfuckers
if you give 'em any more.
- Are you, uh...
Are you giving me
an order, Sergeant?
- No, man, it's not an order.
It's, um...
It's advice between
friends, you know?
So friend to friend...
keep your fucking mouth shut.
- ♪
- ♪
- ♪
- 464257!
Turn around and walk
backwards toward us.
- ♪
- Put your hands
through the opening.
- Take six steps forward
and drop to your knees.
- ♪
- Open D315!
- ♪
- ♪
♪
- ♪
- Hey, fellas.
- What did he do now?
- Nah, if we told you, you
wouldn't fucking believe us.
- You aware of this?
- Let me see.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, we brought him up.
Bring them through.
- All right, gentlemen,
you know the drill?
- Yeah.
- ♪
- Jesus, you guys are ready
to give him the fucking works.
- It's a jungle out there,
what can I fucking tell ya?
All right.
- All right, gentlemen,
right this way.
- ♪
- Isn't this a violation
of her Miranda rights?
- She's in prison.
She doesn't have
Miranda rights in here.
- You're her counselor.
There's an element of trust
in place between the two of you
that we do not have.
- You have a lot to
learn about inmates.
- A corrections officer
has been killed
and posthumously accused
of rape.
That has consequences
for his next of kin
regarding life insurance
as well as pension benefits.
- Will you do it?
- I have a class.
- They get to play hooky today.
- Hooky is something people
with better options play.
These girls have no options.
I have a class to teach.
I'm not going to miss it.
- We better get going, then.
- What is it you're
hoping I discover?
- There was no tearing
of the vaginal wall.
No scratches on
his face or arms.
No visible signs of a
struggle on her body.
- Pencil stab to the neck
30 times seems evidence
of a struggle.
- Those were offensive wounds.
She suffered no
defensive wounds.
None.
That, coupled with the fact
that his uncle was killed
at almost the exact same time...
we question it.
- Question what?
- The claim of self-defense.
- Well, that means you
question the rape.
- Yes. We question it.
- So you think a 20-year-old
girl lured a guard into
the hallway, willingly had sex
with him so she could kill him?
- That's exactly what we think.
- We think it was a hit.
We think it was gang sanctioned.
- I won't lie to her.
I won't threaten her.
- Mrs. McClusky--
- Ms. McClusky.
I'm a widow. Ms.
Ms. McClusky, if we
wanted to threaten and lie,
we would do it ourselves.
But inmates are immune
to our lies
and they're immune
to our threats.
- Just asked her what happened.
Question the things that
don't add up
and show her the compassion
you're known for.
- Compassion?
- It's one tactic
we haven't tried.
- We don't have it.
That's why you're here.
- ♪
So we're
gonna have a boy.
- No shit.
- Yeah.
- And they did the
ultrasound and everything?
- Mm-hmm.
- Congratulations.
- Thanks.
- What are you gonna name him?
- Mitch.
- That's good, Kyle.
He'd love that.
- And, um, hey, um...
I'm taking the job with MSP.
I just wanted you
to hear it from me.
- I'm happy for ya.
I don't know the fuck you
are gonna pass the polygraph,
but I'm happy for ya.
- Breathe slow,
talk low, brother.
- Uh-huh.
How do you memorize
all those fucking keys?
- Color coded.
- How the fuck you
memorize all those colors?
- Still learning.
- ♪
- Howdy.
- 411252?
- 411252.
- Transferring to Kingstown
County for arraignment.
Remanding custody
to Kingstown PD.
- Affirmative.
- Who's signing?
- Who wants to sign?
- I'll sign, yeah.
- ♪
- What the fuck?
Who did you piss off?
- ♪
- Here's your guy.
- Now that is one sorry,
sick son of a bitch.
- ♪
- ♪
- Oh, god! No!
- Fuck! Fuck!
- What the fuck!?
- Keys, keys, keys!
Let's go, let's go,
let's go, let's go, let's go!
- Fuck! Goddamn.
- It's the blue one.
- The fuck you know?
- I pay attention.
- Don't bring a
club to a gunfight.
There's a weapons
locker in there.
Uncuff me, I'll get you in.
I know which key.
Uncuff me.
- Black key.
- ♪
Time is not your friend.
- Let's go, let's go!
Move, move!
You coming?
- Let's go!
Everybody in your cells.
- Back up. Get in.
- You know the drill.
Back in your cells.
- Get in.
Fuck you looking at, Ruger?
- Get in, guys.
- Red key.
- ♪
- They're armed and at our door.
We need QRT now!
- Shut it down!
Shut the whole
fucking place down!
- Red again.
It's a pass key.
It opens every door.
- We need help now!
- Wait! Wait, please!
- ♪
- ♪
- ♪
- Load the fuck up!
- ♪
- Let's go! Be ready!
- On us!
- ♪
- They've got a bypass key!
They must!
- They're right fucking on us!
- Lock it up, lock it,
lock it up, lock it up!
- ♪
- Open.
- Open what?
- Everything.
- ♪
- Back, back, back,
back, back!
- ♪
- Told you, motherfucker.
Oh, shit.
- Get up, Kyle...
- All right.
I can't see.
I can't fucking see.
I can't...
- Kyle, come on.
Up, come on.
You got it.
- Kyle, you want to survive
this, get the fuck up!
I can't fucking see!
- Oh, shit.
Oh god...fuck.
I can't see.
- Kyle, get up!
- My eyes...
I need something...
- I gotcha. All right.
I can't see.
- Form a cup.
Form a cup with your hands.
- Okay.
- Rub your eyes, come on.
There you go.
Just rub your eyes.
- Fuck!
Now can--can you see?
- Sorta.
- Okay.
Now, the outer
doors are locked.
- Oh, shit.
- Get up.
- Hold on, hold on--
- Come on.
- Hold on.
- Kyle, get up!
- He's fucking dead, man!
- Listen to me. Listen to me.
Buddy, the outer
doors are locked.
We gotta go deeper inside.
- Okay.
- Okay?
- What do we do, then?
- We're gonna hide.
Here, come on.
- ♪
- ♪
- ♪
- You can wait outside.
Thank you.
- What are you doing here?
- They want me to, uh...
They want me to ask
you what happened.
- I already told
them what happened.
- Well, they want
different answers.
- I only got the answers I gave.
- They still want
different ones.
They want me to question you and
listen for any inconsistencies,
and then question you
about the inconsistencies.
And because you know me,
they think you trust me
and you'll finally
tell me the truth
because they think that
the truth is like a disease
that rots inside you and
the only way to cure it
is to let it out.
- That what you believe?
- Well...
Depends on the truth, I guess.
- Truth.
Man, I don't even know
what the fuck that word means.
Know why?
'Cause y'all keep changing
the fucking definition.
Was it the truth when I said
my foster parent like to stick
his fingers in me while
he read me the Bible?
Yeah.
They didn't like that truth,
so they decided it wasn't.
Foster parents decided the
Bible don't have a problem
with abortion after all when
it's his baby in my stomach.
Got no problem with
cutting it out then.
So what's the truth?
I know what the truth is.
It's a version of the story
that keeps me down
and everybody like me.
That's all the fucking truth is.
So what truth y'all want today?
- They want the truth that
clears the name of the guard
so his family can get life
insurance and any contributions
he may have made
to his pension fund.
- His family get money
from him being dead?
- Not if he committed a crime.
Did he?
Did he commit a crime?
Don't answer me out loud.
They're recording us.
Just tell me with your eyes.
- Goddamn right he did.
- Okay.
- ♪
- Ms. McClusky?
- Yeah?
- Look at that.
I feel better already.
- This way, this way.
Watch yourself, watch yourself.
All right.
- Good, you're good.
You're okay, you're all right.
You're okay.
- Fuck.
- Shit. Fuck.
- Aw, there's no way out.
- Oh my god.
Hey, hey, hey!
- What do you think?
- Better than here.
- ♪
- Come on, come on,
come on, Kyle.
You're good, you can do this.
All right, this is septic here.
Let's follow it out.
Come on, come on.
- Okay.
- ♪
- No, man, that won't do.
- Let's see your fucking hands.
- We're all down here
for the same reason.
We're hiding too.
- Is there a way out of here?
- It's the end of the road.
- Why are you hiding from them?
- Got old scores
being settled up there.
- All right, we're
gonna find a way out.
- There ain't one.
- We're gonna fucking try.
- It's a free country.
For a little while, anyway.
- ♪
- We're just gonna leave them?
- We've got no fucking choice.
- One of them gets to the top,
we are how old scores get
settled.
- They're fucking
child molesters, Kyle.
Those scores do not get settled.
Now, come on.
Come on.
- ♪
- Come on, come on!
- What happened?
- No time.
Come on, let's go.
- ♪
- Follow us.
- What happened?
- Let's go.
Keep it moving.
Let's go! Let's move!
This way, this way!
- Keep it moving!
- Let's go, let's go, let's go!
- Don't stop. Keep moving.
- Let's go!
- Keep going.
- This way, come on!
That's a hell of a nap.
What time is it?
Probably
about 7:00, I guess.
- I like having you here.
You know, if you think about it,
people have been bathing longer
than they've been making fire.
It sort of just demystifies the
body when you see someone bathe.
Removes sexuality
from it, I guess,
and restores humanity.
- Stop staring at
me like I'm broken.
I'm not broken.
- ♪
- Look, Iris...
You don't owe me anything, okay?
I want you to understand that.
Nothing.
I'm not the one that saved you.
- ♪
- You know...I had 100 guys
swear that they'd die for me.
None swear to kill.
Never entered their
selfish minds.
But you?
Didn't even swear it.
You just did it.
You killed them for me.
- I did it 'cause
they deserved it.
- That's what I mean.
- ♪
- What are we doing here, Iris?
- We're not doing anything.
Is that okay?
- Yeah.
It's okay.
- ♪
- ♪
On the season finale
of Mayor of Kingstown...
- The prison is ours.
We will defend it.
- Oh my god!
- Do you have any
idea what they want?
- Payback.
- ♪
- You know how this ends.
They made a
promise to us, Mike.
It's time the world knew.
It's time somebody
sent a message.
And the message is me.
- ♪
- So how did you stumble upon
solving the crime of the decade?
'Cause he wanted me to.
- Why would he want that, Mike?
- I don't know.
- Well, you better figure it
out before someone else does.
- I am watching the leaders
have a 30-minute pow-wow.
You know what it means
when rival gangs group together?
It means they're fucking
talking about us.
- Killing a guard--
- Sends a message.
- Be smart, Pete.
Give me your arm.
Sell her.
I got something
that belong to you.
- How do you know
it belongs to me?
- She says so.
- When he comes out,
just tell me if he did it.
It was him!
- That's him?
- Yeah.
- All right.
- You wanna see my favorite
place in the whole world?
- Like fucking magic.
- We do not have clearance.
You have to hold.
I'm waiting on the warrant.
I don't
need a fucking warrant.
911 got a dozen calls
about shots fired.
There's a blood smear
on the driveway
the size of my
fucking dinner table.
- Hey, just let me get
the all clear, Robert.
Well, we're
sitting ducks here.
Send us in or I'm
pulling my team back.
- Just...
- I have movement in the house.
- What movement?
- Richard...
We have movement.
We're going in.
Robert, wait.
- ♪
- No end to this fucker...
- Well, you got some
'splainin to do.
Get the fuck out, sir.
♪♪
- ♪
♪ I pulled into Nashville
♪ Tennessee
♪ When I was just a boy of 19
♪ And now it's much
too late for me ♪
♪ To ever be free
♪
♪ Oh, you whisperin' wind
♪
♪ Take me home again
♪
♪ Oh, you whisperin' wind
♪
♪ Take me home again
♪
- ♪ Ooh, yeah
- ♪
♪ Ooh, yeah
♪
- Do you want some more?
- I do, but my
heartburn is killing me.
- Heartburn, huh?
You know what that means.
- What does it mean?
- Hair.
Baby is gonna be born
with a full head of hair.
- You watch!
- Morning, Ma.
- Hi, honey.
- Um, not hungry?
- Uh, no, baby, no time.
- Your shift doesn't
start for an hour.
- Yeah, well, it's gonna
be a long day, so...
- All the more reason
you want a great meal.
- You know, Ma, I--I want
what you want, right?
I want to be the happy family
that sits around
and has small talk
before we go
off on our happy day,
but I got nothin' small to say
and my day won't be happy,
so I just want to get
it fucking over with.
- Tracy, would you
excuse us for a minute?
- Sure!
Thank you.
- You're in for it now...
- Sit down.
- Ma, I don't have time--
- Sit the fuck down!
Have some breakfast.
You didn't ask about my
day, so let me tell you.
I'm being interviewed today
about a student who stabbed
a prison guard in the neck
30 times with a pencil.
He's the nephew of one
of your brother's friends--
one of your friends,
who was also
stabbed to death last night.
And now you're rushing
out of the house--
I'm not
rushing out of here.
I've got an inmate transfer at
8:00 AM, 30 minutes of traffic,
and I got 30 minutes
of red tape at the prison.
I'm just--I'm late.
I gotta go.
And, you know,
I know what you're doing.
And you are right.
It is a giant mess, but
we are trying to clean up.
It's your
brother's mess.
It's everybody's mess!
Every decision in this place
is the lesser of two evils.
Every fucking one.
And I don't get to choose
between right and wrong because
that choice, it's never offered.
- You know your son's due date?
- Why do you say "son"?
- Because I saw him
on the ultrasound
at the doctor's appointment
you couldn't make.
February 29th.
He's a leap year baby.
She didn't tell me.
She was looking for
the right time, like breakfast.
But you wouldn't give her that.
You know, what
she dreams about at night
she expects to come true
in the day.
And it's just a simple dream,
Kyle.
It's a husband who'd rather
be with her than anywhere else,
who can't wait to be a father,
who can't wait to go shopping
for stuffed elephants and cribs.
You're right.
I need to make
more time for her.
That'll solve
absolutely nothing.
You say you have
no good choices.
The only good thing in your life
just walked out of the room.
All this filth that consumes
you, just couldn't leave it.
Choose her.
If you don't have the courage
to do that, then divorce her,
and let her find somebody
who does love her.
Do it quick,
before you get killed
and she martyrs you
in her mind
and raises another
generation of fool
in this family.
I'm not
divorcing my wife.
- Well, then, act
like her husband!
- ♪
- Hi.
I'm so sorry.
- It's okay.
- No, no, it's not okay.
Look at me.
I'm sorry I wasn't there.
I'm so sorry.
- I need you.
- I know. I know you do.
I love you.
A son.
- A son, yes.
- A son.
We're gonna have a baby boy.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- We have to pick
out a name for him.
- Can we call him Mitch?
Yeah, baby, we can
call him whatever you want.
- ♪
- Hello?
Want to make sure
you didn't drown.
- I didn't drown.
- I made breakfast.
- You know,
you can come closer.
- How are you doing?
- Well...scrub though I may...
...I just can't seem
to get them off me.
- Well, everyone that
did that to you is...
They're gone.
- It's a metaphor.
- ♪
Breakfast?
- Yeah, yeah,
if you're hungry.
- I should eat.
- Yes, you should.
Come--come eat while it's--
while it's hot, okay?
- ♪
- Oh, shit.
Syrup.
There.
Yeah. Now it's ready.
- Not eating?
- I--I already ate.
- I can't eat in front of you.
- You can't? Why not?
- I don't know.
- Okay, well, I'll wait outside.
- Should I go back inside?
- No. I'll face this fear.
- You know what they're called?
- That yellow one is a finch.
A goldfinch, to be exact.
- Why not a yellow finch?
- Well, there is a yellow finch.
But that's not one of them.
That's a goldfinch.
- Well, it looks yellow to me.
- I know,
it looks yellow to me too.
But they didn't ask me
when they fucking named it.
- They should've.
Mm, what is this?
- That's a German pancake.
- Are you German?
- No, I'm Irish.
The only thing German
is that pancake.
- It's good.
You should be a chef.
- Yeah. The thought has
crossed my mind.
- ♪
- I wonder if you'd
do me a favor.
- Of course I will.
- ♪
- Pause it right there.
You see that?
- What am I seeing?
- Look at his arm.
Watch it extend
from the shoulder.
Pete, back it up.
Do you see that?
The other inmate is white.
I doubt one of the whites
would willingly arm a black man.
- All right, Pete, thanks a lot.
- Ed, the whites have
no dog in this fight.
- The fuck they don't.
- Why do they care if a
black inmate is beat to death
or shot on the yard?
If anything,
both instances
improve their position.
Look, if we have inmates
crossing racial lines
to get at a guard,
we've got a real fucking problem
because you know what's next.
- That's what I'm worried about.
- Why are you worried about it?
What makes today different
than any other goddamn day?
- Look, Warden.
Samuel Weaver had been
tricked into mailing a letter
for the inmate
that attacked him.
Now, we believe they feel
Darryl's death was retribution
for that action.
- Was it?
Was it?
- The QRT unit's actions
were justified, sir,
based on the situation
they encounter, which--
- Well, the inmates certainly
don't think it was justified.
How do you explain that?
- Here's how you
explain it, sir.
They're lying, stealing
murderers who haven't taken
responsibility for anything
in their entire fucking lives.
And legitimizing their
complaints was the worst thing
you could have done.
They should be on lockdown
until they've served
their fucking sentences.
- Ed--
- I'm sorry, sir,
but Tim was my friend and
his nephew was a good kid.
And they don't
deserve what they got.
And if we don't put the
screws to these motherfuckers,
they will do it again
and again and again.
They won't stop!
- Captain Moore, you
have an opinion on this?
- Yes, sir, I do.
We should lock the prison down,
move the suspects to county,
where homicide detectives
can question them
and prepare charges.
We must send a message, sir.
It must be hard
and it must be fast.
- You can transfer the
suspects to county.
But we are not locking
the prison down.
That's a mistake, sir.
I gave my word.
I will not reprimand the
innocent to punish the guilty.
- When you say "innocent,"
sir, who are you referring to?
- Who the hell do you
think I'm referring to?
The other inmates.
- There are no
innocent inmates, sir.
That is why they're here.
- No lockdown.
- What the fuck was that?
- I had to give him something.
- No, no, you don't have to
give that politician anything.
Get in the habit of keeping
our secrets, Kareem...
because they will throw us in
here with these motherfuckers
if you give 'em any more.
- Are you, uh...
Are you giving me
an order, Sergeant?
- No, man, it's not an order.
It's, um...
It's advice between
friends, you know?
So friend to friend...
keep your fucking mouth shut.
- ♪
- ♪
- ♪
- 464257!
Turn around and walk
backwards toward us.
- ♪
- Put your hands
through the opening.
- Take six steps forward
and drop to your knees.
- ♪
- Open D315!
- ♪
- ♪
♪
- ♪
- Hey, fellas.
- What did he do now?
- Nah, if we told you, you
wouldn't fucking believe us.
- You aware of this?
- Let me see.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, we brought him up.
Bring them through.
- All right, gentlemen,
you know the drill?
- Yeah.
- ♪
- Jesus, you guys are ready
to give him the fucking works.
- It's a jungle out there,
what can I fucking tell ya?
All right.
- All right, gentlemen,
right this way.
- ♪
- Isn't this a violation
of her Miranda rights?
- She's in prison.
She doesn't have
Miranda rights in here.
- You're her counselor.
There's an element of trust
in place between the two of you
that we do not have.
- You have a lot to
learn about inmates.
- A corrections officer
has been killed
and posthumously accused
of rape.
That has consequences
for his next of kin
regarding life insurance
as well as pension benefits.
- Will you do it?
- I have a class.
- They get to play hooky today.
- Hooky is something people
with better options play.
These girls have no options.
I have a class to teach.
I'm not going to miss it.
- We better get going, then.
- What is it you're
hoping I discover?
- There was no tearing
of the vaginal wall.
No scratches on
his face or arms.
No visible signs of a
struggle on her body.
- Pencil stab to the neck
30 times seems evidence
of a struggle.
- Those were offensive wounds.
She suffered no
defensive wounds.
None.
That, coupled with the fact
that his uncle was killed
at almost the exact same time...
we question it.
- Question what?
- The claim of self-defense.
- Well, that means you
question the rape.
- Yes. We question it.
- So you think a 20-year-old
girl lured a guard into
the hallway, willingly had sex
with him so she could kill him?
- That's exactly what we think.
- We think it was a hit.
We think it was gang sanctioned.
- I won't lie to her.
I won't threaten her.
- Mrs. McClusky--
- Ms. McClusky.
I'm a widow. Ms.
Ms. McClusky, if we
wanted to threaten and lie,
we would do it ourselves.
But inmates are immune
to our lies
and they're immune
to our threats.
- Just asked her what happened.
Question the things that
don't add up
and show her the compassion
you're known for.
- Compassion?
- It's one tactic
we haven't tried.
- We don't have it.
That's why you're here.
- ♪
So we're
gonna have a boy.
- No shit.
- Yeah.
- And they did the
ultrasound and everything?
- Mm-hmm.
- Congratulations.
- Thanks.
- What are you gonna name him?
- Mitch.
- That's good, Kyle.
He'd love that.
- And, um, hey, um...
I'm taking the job with MSP.
I just wanted you
to hear it from me.
- I'm happy for ya.
I don't know the fuck you
are gonna pass the polygraph,
but I'm happy for ya.
- Breathe slow,
talk low, brother.
- Uh-huh.
How do you memorize
all those fucking keys?
- Color coded.
- How the fuck you
memorize all those colors?
- Still learning.
- ♪
- Howdy.
- 411252?
- 411252.
- Transferring to Kingstown
County for arraignment.
Remanding custody
to Kingstown PD.
- Affirmative.
- Who's signing?
- Who wants to sign?
- I'll sign, yeah.
- ♪
- What the fuck?
Who did you piss off?
- ♪
- Here's your guy.
- Now that is one sorry,
sick son of a bitch.
- ♪
- ♪
- Oh, god! No!
- Fuck! Fuck!
- What the fuck!?
- Keys, keys, keys!
Let's go, let's go,
let's go, let's go, let's go!
- Fuck! Goddamn.
- It's the blue one.
- The fuck you know?
- I pay attention.
- Don't bring a
club to a gunfight.
There's a weapons
locker in there.
Uncuff me, I'll get you in.
I know which key.
Uncuff me.
- Black key.
- ♪
Time is not your friend.
- Let's go, let's go!
Move, move!
You coming?
- Let's go!
Everybody in your cells.
- Back up. Get in.
- You know the drill.
Back in your cells.
- Get in.
Fuck you looking at, Ruger?
- Get in, guys.
- Red key.
- ♪
- They're armed and at our door.
We need QRT now!
- Shut it down!
Shut the whole
fucking place down!
- Red again.
It's a pass key.
It opens every door.
- We need help now!
- Wait! Wait, please!
- ♪
- ♪
- ♪
- Load the fuck up!
- ♪
- Let's go! Be ready!
- On us!
- ♪
- They've got a bypass key!
They must!
- They're right fucking on us!
- Lock it up, lock it,
lock it up, lock it up!
- ♪
- Open.
- Open what?
- Everything.
- ♪
- Back, back, back,
back, back!
- ♪
- Told you, motherfucker.
Oh, shit.
- Get up, Kyle...
- All right.
I can't see.
I can't fucking see.
I can't...
- Kyle, come on.
Up, come on.
You got it.
- Kyle, you want to survive
this, get the fuck up!
I can't fucking see!
- Oh, shit.
Oh god...fuck.
I can't see.
- Kyle, get up!
- My eyes...
I need something...
- I gotcha. All right.
I can't see.
- Form a cup.
Form a cup with your hands.
- Okay.
- Rub your eyes, come on.
There you go.
Just rub your eyes.
- Fuck!
Now can--can you see?
- Sorta.
- Okay.
Now, the outer
doors are locked.
- Oh, shit.
- Get up.
- Hold on, hold on--
- Come on.
- Hold on.
- Kyle, get up!
- He's fucking dead, man!
- Listen to me. Listen to me.
Buddy, the outer
doors are locked.
We gotta go deeper inside.
- Okay.
- Okay?
- What do we do, then?
- We're gonna hide.
Here, come on.
- ♪
- ♪
- ♪
- You can wait outside.
Thank you.
- What are you doing here?
- They want me to, uh...
They want me to ask
you what happened.
- I already told
them what happened.
- Well, they want
different answers.
- I only got the answers I gave.
- They still want
different ones.
They want me to question you and
listen for any inconsistencies,
and then question you
about the inconsistencies.
And because you know me,
they think you trust me
and you'll finally
tell me the truth
because they think that
the truth is like a disease
that rots inside you and
the only way to cure it
is to let it out.
- That what you believe?
- Well...
Depends on the truth, I guess.
- Truth.
Man, I don't even know
what the fuck that word means.
Know why?
'Cause y'all keep changing
the fucking definition.
Was it the truth when I said
my foster parent like to stick
his fingers in me while
he read me the Bible?
Yeah.
They didn't like that truth,
so they decided it wasn't.
Foster parents decided the
Bible don't have a problem
with abortion after all when
it's his baby in my stomach.
Got no problem with
cutting it out then.
So what's the truth?
I know what the truth is.
It's a version of the story
that keeps me down
and everybody like me.
That's all the fucking truth is.
So what truth y'all want today?
- They want the truth that
clears the name of the guard
so his family can get life
insurance and any contributions
he may have made
to his pension fund.
- His family get money
from him being dead?
- Not if he committed a crime.
Did he?
Did he commit a crime?
Don't answer me out loud.
They're recording us.
Just tell me with your eyes.
- Goddamn right he did.
- Okay.
- ♪
- Ms. McClusky?
- Yeah?
- Look at that.
I feel better already.
- This way, this way.
Watch yourself, watch yourself.
All right.
- Good, you're good.
You're okay, you're all right.
You're okay.
- Fuck.
- Shit. Fuck.
- Aw, there's no way out.
- Oh my god.
Hey, hey, hey!
- What do you think?
- Better than here.
- ♪
- Come on, come on,
come on, Kyle.
You're good, you can do this.
All right, this is septic here.
Let's follow it out.
Come on, come on.
- Okay.
- ♪
- No, man, that won't do.
- Let's see your fucking hands.
- We're all down here
for the same reason.
We're hiding too.
- Is there a way out of here?
- It's the end of the road.
- Why are you hiding from them?
- Got old scores
being settled up there.
- All right, we're
gonna find a way out.
- There ain't one.
- We're gonna fucking try.
- It's a free country.
For a little while, anyway.
- ♪
- We're just gonna leave them?
- We've got no fucking choice.
- One of them gets to the top,
we are how old scores get
settled.
- They're fucking
child molesters, Kyle.
Those scores do not get settled.
Now, come on.
Come on.
- ♪
- Come on, come on!
- What happened?
- No time.
Come on, let's go.
- ♪
- Follow us.
- What happened?
- Let's go.
Keep it moving.
Let's go! Let's move!
This way, this way!
- Keep it moving!
- Let's go, let's go, let's go!
- Don't stop. Keep moving.
- Let's go!
- Keep going.
- This way, come on!
That's a hell of a nap.
What time is it?
Probably
about 7:00, I guess.
- I like having you here.
You know, if you think about it,
people have been bathing longer
than they've been making fire.
It sort of just demystifies the
body when you see someone bathe.
Removes sexuality
from it, I guess,
and restores humanity.
- Stop staring at
me like I'm broken.
I'm not broken.
- ♪
- Look, Iris...
You don't owe me anything, okay?
I want you to understand that.
Nothing.
I'm not the one that saved you.
- ♪
- You know...I had 100 guys
swear that they'd die for me.
None swear to kill.
Never entered their
selfish minds.
But you?
Didn't even swear it.
You just did it.
You killed them for me.
- I did it 'cause
they deserved it.
- That's what I mean.
- ♪
- What are we doing here, Iris?
- We're not doing anything.
Is that okay?
- Yeah.
It's okay.
- ♪
- ♪
On the season finale
of Mayor of Kingstown...
- The prison is ours.
We will defend it.
- Oh my god!
- Do you have any
idea what they want?
- Payback.
- ♪
- You know how this ends.
They made a
promise to us, Mike.
It's time the world knew.
It's time somebody
sent a message.
And the message is me.
- ♪