Mayor of Kingstown (2021) s02e07 Episode Script

1
Previously on Mayor of Kingstown
We get you some alone time, son.
They put a beatdown on him, Mike,
and drug his ass to solitary.
No, stop! No!
I need you to back off Bunny Washington.
Get the fuck out of my house.
- Hey! Back off!
- What the fuck?
MIKE: Relax!
Think you can lay a hand
on my brother, motherfucker?
Let's work together, Mike.
Get shit back to the way that it was.
This is your new home.
Hope dies, we die.
Peck!
These people present
a menace to society.
Now, why would I release them?
Because you made a
fucking deal with them.
Did you just threaten the
district attorney, Mike?
[SILENCED GUNSHOTS FIRING]
I just wanna let you know
that the path's been cleared.
It's time for you to do your thing.
- What thing?
- Catch you later, Mayor Mike.
Heaven's so far away ♪
Heaven, just a taste ♪
Heaven's so far away ♪
Cherry, cherry, cherry ♪
Cherry, cherry, cherry ♪
Cherry, cherry, cherry, baby ♪
Heaven's so far away ♪
Cherry on your lips ♪
Heaven's so far away ♪
Don't you ever leave me baby ♪
I believe that you can save me ♪
Heaven, just a taste ♪
Heaven's so far away ♪
You're wanna get me high ♪
You can do it, baby ♪
Gonna get me high,
keep a-burning, baby ♪
He can't love like me ♪
I keep burning, baby ♪
I'm paper money ♪
Girl, you know your daddy ♪
He can't love like me ♪
I'm paper money ♪
Keep a-burning, baby ♪
Heaven's so far away ♪
[DOGS BARKING]
They didn't leave no snacks or nothing?
No water?
Dog, you losing your shit, bruh.
I know, I know.
Thank you.
See that shit, man?
Yeah.
Wall's too high for tennis balls.
Technology bullshit.
They be swarming like
motherfucking bees.
Yeah, they're not swarming anymore.
All right? It's handled.
But I'm not here about that.
The fuck were you thinking?
Traded one cracker for another.
Politics a cold-ass bitch, Mike.
People tired of broken
promises and shit.
Yeah, I was getting it done.
Yeah, and I fucking heard
you, and I cleared the way.
You welcome. Now get
it the fuck done, Mike.
Yeah, I am.
Made it fucking harder.
You realize that?
Them boys really got
them trains running. Damn!
Shit, and we just in here
holding our dicks and shit.
Watching it shrivel. I'm
losing inches, Mike. Shit.
The guards are taking a step back.
Right, got their
fingers off. It's level.
I ain't planning on being here
long enough to set up a distro.
- Is that right?
- BUNNY: Yeah.
You level this shit in here,
I get my cuz lined out and ready.
That is why you're here, Bunny,
is to make peace in here, right?
Sing It's a Small World or
whatever the fuck that is.
What happens when I'm out?
What you want me to do then?
Hold everybody hand and
sing Kumbaya and shit?
[TRAIN WHISTLE]
[MIKE FRUSTRATED EXHALING]
Want you to keep your
eyes and ears on Davidson.
Any of those AB COs making any moves,
can you let me know?
He's already told the guards
to loosen the grip, so
Good. You good?
Peachy.
Hey, Carney, I gotta ask
if you're rolling with these AB COs.
What?
- Gotta ask.
- I mean, fuck, no.
Come on, Mike, you know me.
You know I'm an equal
opportunity asshole.
I hate them all. AB, COs,
white, black, brown, fucking yellow,
they're all steaming piles
of useless shit in this joint.
Yeah. Okay.
Look, until this clears
up, I need a favor.
Oh, fuck.
What's up, motherfuckers?
Can I know who the fuck you are? Huh?
Oh, Jesus Christ.
You motherfuckers lost?
Who the fuck are you?
Don't you fucking worry about it.
Hey, hey, hey, no, no,
no. We don't need this.
Relax. All right? Fucking relax! Stop!
Nobody fucking wants this, including me!
Get your Opie asses out of here.
Hey, hey, let's fucking
get our shit down.
Right, hey, where the
fuck are you, first of all?
Maybe they're a little lost, confused.
Maybe you're fucking confused, right?
Didn't get the memo that there's
order on the streets again.
We sling our own blocks.
Like we used to, right?
You sling here, you die here.
Yes, we do, so fuck off to your block.
Be fucking smart.
The fuck outta here.
MIKE: Sling in a fucking sea of blue.
Dipshits.
They lucky your ass came
in when you did, bro.
Yeah.
All right, everything else all right
outside these fucking clowns?
Yeah, bro.
And fucking Rhonda says
you need to come by,
check on her sometime.
Yeah. Yeah, sure.
Best be careful where you put
that marshmallow topping, bro.
Shit get messy real fast,
you start playing with fam', fam'.
I'm just saying.
MIKE: Don't you worry about it.
I ain't worried.
Fuck.
[SIREN WAILING]
[PHONE RINGING]
[MURMURED CHATTER]
Kyle.
Yeah. Yeah, hey, Cap.
How are you holding up?
- Yeah, I'm good.
- Uh-huh?
Um, you seen Ian?
I'm looking for him too.
You're next up with IA, you know that?
Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah, you, you fellas
got your stories straight?
Well, um,
we were the victims, Cap.
They were fucking crazy in there,
the inmates killing, and
they were shooting at us.
- Yeah.
- Fucking raping COs.
So tell me how the fuck
are we on trial for this?
You're not, son.
Robert and his guys are heroes.
You know how this goes.
Protests, politics, bullshit.
It's all dog and pony
show for the money folks
and the suits and the papers
and the 24-hour news cycle.
- And you're a good-looking kid.
- Mm.
Just a matter of time
before they hit you up
to do Anderson Cooper or
fucking Hannity or whoever.
Robert was doing his job.
All his men were doing their jobs.
They saved their fucking
lives. End of story.
They want a body, Kyle.
They need someone to let them know
that the world makes sense,
that there's a crime
and there's a punishment.
If there is no bad guy,
how the fuck do we get to
keep being the good guys, huh?
One little strike though.
We just keep doing
what the fuck we doing.
The fuck you lookin' at?
We got something for
him, don't worry about it.
Yeah
- He's scared.
- Yeah, I know.
- What's up, big homie?
- Good to see ya.
How ya doin'?
[WOMAN'S VOICE OVER PA]
[MUSIC]
[INMATE CHATTER]
Hey, what the fuck is this, man?
CARNEY: Hey, pinhead.
Get out of your fucking driveway
and get back to your cell.
Now.
- Let's go.
- They fucking tossed it.
Are you hard of hearing? Let's go.
Ever get tired of this shit, bruh?
Every goddamn day. Bruh.
Made them extra large for you, Bunny.
All right, let's go. Start hoppin'.
Take it down.
Keep moving, all the way to the end.
Fuck is this, man?
The fuck you doing, Carney?
Right up against the
wall, wait right there.
Home sweet home.
Oh, shit.
It's lock-up, Godfather style.
Goodfellas.
What?
It was Goodfellas. I YouTubed it.
They're making, like,
pasta sauce and shit,
eating lobsters and steaks,
and cutting garlic with razors
That was The Godfather.
It was fucking Goodfellas.
I looked it up.
- I don't think so.
- CARNEY: Hey, fuck you.
You wanna go back to your old cell?
How did this shit happen?
The mayor got you an upgrade.
Fuck, yeah, he did.
Yeah.
Okay.
I'll be sure to tell him
how fucking grateful you are.
Enjoy your stay.
It was Goodfellas.
Fuck up outta here.
Yeah.
Hey.
People downstairs said
everyone's off for the week,
except for you.
You don't want any of this, Mike.
Yeah. It wasn't my call, Evelyn,
- obviously
- Fuck you.
MIKE: And I didn't know the guy.
This should not have happened.
But he asked for it.
Go away. I swear to fucking God,
if you don't get the
fuck out of my office,
I will have you fucking removed.
This is on you, Mike.
His blood is on you.
MIKE: The fuck it is.
This war's what I'm trying to stop.
It is not stopping, Mike.
How simple are you?
There is no peace.
There will be no peace.
There is no band-aid big enough
to stop this fucking bleeding.
[MIKE SIGHING] Evelyn.
Lockett went back on his word.
He put the target on his own back.
Do you understand?
And then goes around
puffing his fucking chest
like he's a law-and-order hero,
knowing full well he's not the law
and that the order was only temporary.
He knew what he was fucking
with and who he was fucking over.
But that's done now, Evelyn.
Get out.
You have the pen now.
You can turn this around
and be smart.
It can be quiet.
No one has to know it's you.
Not anymore, Mike.
Quiet is a luxury for peace time.
We are at war now.
The war only ends when
you sign the treaty.
Okay, this This is the treaty.
[ROCK MUSIC]
Hey, Kyle, Captain talk to you or what?
Yeah. He said we gotta
get our stories straight.
"Story." Singular. Okay?
That's it. There's
only one fucking story.
All right? That's all
you gotta worry about.
IAN: Lew, how's it going?
Hey, it's going.
IAN: Let's have a Coors,
and a Jack and Coke, or
whatever, whatever Mikey wants.
- Whiskey, Mikey?
- Yeah.
Uh, hold the Coke, Lew, for me.
Good man, thank you.
Robert and his team
saved our fucking lives.
Yeah, I know that. I know that.
It's just the Captain, he wants us
to, you know, talk about the details.
Gotta sync the details.
That's the shit that's gonna trip us up.
No fucking tripping us up.
I mean, we're in the
goddamn right, period.
That's it. End of story.
- What's up?
- IAN: Hey, man.
- MIKE: What do you wanna order?
- Hey, Lew.
Can I get a beer?
Actually, fuck that, just a shot.
I don't have time for beer.
Whatever, it doesn't matter.
Yeah.
I found the rat.
What? You're kidding me?
Yeah, I fucking found him.
Who is it?
It's fucking Ben Morrisey.
Jesus fuck!
That motherfucker. He was in it with us.
- Yeah.
- Probably took out
20 guys himself.
- You talk to him?
- No, not yet.
I mean, my lawyer said
that I fucking shouldn't,
but I don't know.
Your lawyer's fucking
right. Don't talk to him.
Yeah.
Mike, you want me to go?
No. You neither, Kyle.
Nobody fucking talk to
this guy. I'll do it.
I don't like it, Mike.
I don't fucking like it.
We got IA tomorrow.
[KNOCKING ON COUNTER] Lew.
All of you?
No, I already did mine.
Just these two and a
couple guys from the team.
Morrisey?
That fucking guy
already talked to the DA,
so the IA doesn't need him.
All right, well, he's
still gotta testify.
So I'll talk to him. See
what we see, you know?
Try to get him not to burn
the whole fucking house down.
[ELECTRONIC MUSIC IN BACKGROUND]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Hmph, this bitch.
You working the bars, bitch?
What did I do to you?
Hm?
Walk in here.
All New York Milo's bitch.
I ain't got time for
new bullshit, is all.
Don't need the complications.
Got enough of that shit without you.
Okay, well, I ain't
trying to be your bullshit.
Trying to get the fuck out of here.
[MUSIC]
Why you wanna come back here?
I don't know.
Best find your answers, girl.
Hey. South bar's empty.
One of you, get.
It's fucking 8:00.
I look like fucking
Blue Plate pussy to you?
You just got the bar.
I'm going.
You too.
Go make some money.
Milo wants to see you.
Okay. Now?
He'll send for you.
Okay.
Go. He'll send someone.
Tonight?
You don't have
to ask all of the questions.
Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow,
maybe he'll forget all about you.
Go.
[DOGS BARKING]
[CRICKETS CHIRPING]
Hello.
Hey.
Hey.
Shit, uh
What are you doing here?
I thought you had
the you were working.
They screwed up the shifts,
so I figured I'd surprise you
with some home cooking.
Oh, shit, really?
Yeah.
Fuck, I'm sorry. I was with Ian.
We were at the, um
At the bar?
I got the IA shit
tomorrow, so, you know,
the details and stuff, it's
Yeah.
You hungry?
Smells amazing.
I've been trying to
practice one-pan meals.
You wanna beer?
Oh, shit, you can't have a beer.
Sorry.
What?
Nothing, okay.
'Cause I can feel something, you know?
You looking at me all like
You know, I don't need
you judging me right now.
I've got my I'm under
a lot of pressure. I got
Kyle, whatever you're feeling,
it's not coming from me.
Okay.
Dinner's ready.
If you wanna eat it, eat it.
All right, Charlie
Thank you.
Of course.
Everything all right?
I'm praying.
I started praying.
That's great, Charlie.
I'm not asking for anything.
I mean, people pray
for rain, money, or
I just like to pray and say thank you.
Do you wanna pray with me, Ian?
Hundred percent, Charlie.
Okay. I'm done.
Amen.
They found him.
They found him.
The body?
IAN: Yeah. Right where you said.
- The places?
- All the places.
Good.
Charlie, the Ohio State Police
are gonna come up and talk to you.
They just wanna get specifics,
and I just wanted you to know.
Okay.
I can call you, Ian, when
I think of more people.
And if you If you ever need anything,
I mean, someone to talk to,
or anything
Yeah. Um.
Yeah, Charlie, I mean, that
That would be great.
Mm.
Charlie, when was the last
time you went to the dentist?
- What?
- IAN: The dentist.
The last time you saw the dentist.
I don't like the dentist.
No, no, Charlie, ssh,
nobody likes the dentist.
Nobody likes the dentist, right?
But, um, I thought maybe it'd be nice
for us to get out a bit, a field trip,
you know, get you out
of here for a minute,
get some fresh air. Would you like that?
I used to say French air.
What? You what?
When I was little, I
called it French air.
French air. That's funny. That's funny.
Look, Charlie.
If you had to see the dentist, right,
it's outside the institution,
so I would be the one to drive you.
Maybe take a little
drive, get some French air.
Would you like that?
I would. I would like that, Ian.
Okay.
To hell with the man
I'mma always be a homeboy ♪
Lighting and thunder
strike every time I go, boy ♪
I'm so fly must be a DNA thing ♪
A booty, big butt, you
should see it in a G-string ♪
If you wanna step,
come on, baby, take a swing ♪
If you wanna step Come
on, baby, take a swing ♪
If you wanna step, come
on, baby, take a swing ♪
Mm-hmm. Yes, sir.
All right. Let's see what you got.
Shit. Little jerk.
What do we got here?
Hey, watch out, bro.
BUNNY: Aw, man, come on, man.
Just give me a little piece
- You reach down in my pot?
- Come on, dawg.
I'm a homie. You know me.
If you wanna taste some,
all you gotta do is say that.
All right, good. Check this out.
Just do you a little bit
of the sauce right now.
- Here, take that.
- All right, man.
Take a little piece of
chicken with that bit.
Tell me what you think.
Boy, whoo!
- Yeah.
- Ah!
- Thought you knew.
- Mm!
Dawg, you got that touch, homie.
[FAINT BUZZING]
You hear that?
All I hear is sizzling.
[BUZZING GROWING LOUDER]
Mm-mm.
Listen.
Seems like we got a bee problem.
Or we got an AB problem.
Thought your boy was handling that.
Yeah.
Hey, yo! I gotta make a phone call!
[CELLPHONE RINGING]
Yeah.
Michael. Hi, I just
wondered if you got a chance
to talk to Jacob.
You know, the boy in juvenile.
No, Ma. No, I've been busy. I have not.
Um, but I'll get to
him as soon as possible.
- I promise you.
- Okay.
Okay, it's just that
he sounded really bad,
and he thinks that you can help him.
Yeah. I know. I understand that, okay?
I've been very busy and I'll
get to it as soon as I can.
Okay. Any chance you
could come for dinner?
Yeah, you know I'd like to,
but I got lots of stuff
to do tonight, Mom.
All right, well, you know
where the shrimp scampy is
when you're ready.
All right, I gotta go, Ma.
Bye.
[SIGHS]
[DRONE BUZZING]
What the fuck?
- Fuck you. Oh, shit.
- MIKE: Fuck you.
Yeah, how's that?
Don't bother getting up.
[CELLPHONE RINGING]
Hello, this is a collect call from
Gunner.
At the Anchor Bay Correctional Facility.
Where's the fucking shit?
I got guys out there with
their dicks in their hands
and the yard's shutting down.
MIKE: Yeah, well, tell them
to jerk off somewhere else
'cause your time in the
yard is fucking over.
Who the fuck is this?
MIKE: The fuck you think it is?
Apparently, you didn't
get my fucking message?
Yeah, you did, you fuckhead.
Your playing field is fucking level.
That means no fucking drones,
no favors, no fucking nothing.
You wanna earn, you do it
the old-fucking-fashioned way
like everybody else.
Fuck you, Mike.
We made a fucking deal.
Well, I got my foot on the throat
of how well you honor your deal.
It's not my fault our people
got the edge.
I'm done talking to you.
Honor your part of the deal.
Or I can let you rot
in there, remember that.
Clean up your fucking toys.
Lights out, shades on the outside ♪
Drop them, bring
peace on the inside ♪
Real low yeah, we be
slippin' like a riptide ♪
Goddamn, oh goddamn ♪
Deep feels, drop
through the trapdoor ♪
Back from that pooch
is a little more ♪
Cheap thrills I'm
what you're lookin' for ♪
Goddamn, oh goddamn ♪
Ain't seen nothing like this before ♪
You ain't seen nothing
like this before ♪
You ain't seen nothing
like this before ♪
You ain't seen nothing
like this before ♪
[CELLPHONE VIBRATING]
MIKE: This is Mike. Leave a message.
Mike, you gotta call me back, man.
I fucking found her.
I found Iris.