Mayor of Kingstown (2021) s01e03 Episode Script

Simply Murder

- Previously on "Mayor of Kingstown".
- There's not one reason for you to take this on.
- Just tyin' up some loose ends.
- Move some chess pieces around, the Crips might leave the yard.
- Mitch wouldn't do it that way Mike, it's a big risk.
- Every once in a while it's nice to remind them they're the prisoners, not us.
They want their boy, give him back.
You get the yard back.
- Where you at? You a friend of me? Or you a friend of them? - I can't change the way things are done here.
- Don't waste a moment of us.
- Special Agent Aldrich, this is Special Agent Perry.
Do you mind if we have a chat? If you would be interested in being a paid informant.
- Yes! Give me the paper.
- Now, what I would like you to do - Uh, look, this is how it goes You wanna know who's running what, anytime, where? Come to me.
I have broken many a law with feds standing right next to me so if you're here for some sort of civic clean-up, just know, you have a lot of sweeping in your house too.
Okay? - There's no time For feeling inferior Standin' in front of my mirror Comb my hair in a thousand ways But I came out looking just the same Daddy said, Son, you better see the world I wouldn't blame ya if ya wanted to leave But remember one thing, don't lose your head Do a woman that'll spend your bread So I got out - - Paris was a place you could hide away If you felt you didn't fit in The French police Wouldn't give me no peace They claimed I was a nasty person Devil on the left been minding my own Was knocked down by a human stampede Got a record for inciting a peaceful riot When all I wanted was a cup of tea I was accused - Down in Rome I wasn't gettin' enough Of the things that keep a young man alive My body stunk but I kept my funk And I take my wine in the rough Pass out on my back, just laugh it up You didn't have to come here anyway Remember, every picture tells a story, don't it Every picture tells a story, don't it Every picture tells a story, don't it Every picture tells a story, don't it Every picture tells a story, don't it Every picture tells a story, don't it Every picture tells a story, don't it Every picture tells a story, don't it Every picture - - - Hey, I'm here.
Where are you? - Hey.
- Hey, Mike.
Kenny Miles listed on the lease, you know him? - Uh, yeah, yeah.
- Did five, possession with intent, meth? - Yeah, he was a cook.
- Well, that ain't him.
- Okay, well, who is it? - We're hopin' you'd know.
- Hey, still lit over here.
Jesus, it's a mess.
- Oh fuck, fuck! - What? - What is it? Motherfucker.
- What is it? Jesus - Jesus Christ - Okay, just let me know if something turns up.
- Police chief's here.
- Yeah, I saw him.
- You gonna take off? - No.
- You got the call on this? - Yes sir.
- Partner's off? - Mm-hmm.
- You want it? I need this seen through.
So, if you're gonna run off to the troopers in three weeks, I'd rather have someone else.
- I'm not goin' anywhere Chief.
- Good.
- All right, Ian takes lead, you're second.
Jimmy can assist when he comes on tomorrow, yeah? - Hello, Mike.
- Trent.
- Got anything new? - Yeah, Kenny was seen around town with his ex-wife last couple weeks.
They were divorced in 2011, she got a 5 year-old kid, we don't know who the father was, but it's not Kenny.
She was in Ohio up until a couple months ago.
- How do you know this? - All right.
I'm gonna step away.
Clean, gentlemen.
This is a capital case.
I don't wanna give this piece of shit any daylight.
Put him on the payroll as a CI.
'Cause I don't know how to explain what the fuck he does for a living.
- You got it chief, it's okay.
- All right.
- Or better yet, this maggot doesn't make it to court.
Hmm? He's a fucking child murderer.
- Well, you can just put him in county.
He'll never see his arraignment.
- Can you be certain? - Uh, do you really want me to be? - If he goes to county, will he see his arraignment? - Hey, no, come on, look.
It's not that simple.
- But what? You got a better way to do this? This piece of shit lounges on fucking death row watching cable while my tax dollars pay for a decade of appeals? Fuck that.
- If it was up to me, we'd get a tall tree and a short rope.
- At least it's none of my guys takin' the rap.
Gonna be a lotta hotheads tonight.
You guys, do you know what you're asking? - I'm not asking anything.
You are.
- Ian.
- I mean, fuck him, Mike.
What better way? - Hey come on, this is a deal with the devil.
And you know it.
I mean, have fuckin' Robert shoot the fucker when they serve his warrant.
Right? Ian? - But what if, Mike? I mean, what if we can't make it work out that way? Stevie, let's go.
- Are you - Hey um, can I see him? - What for? - Motivation.
- Oh my God - You see the things I seen, you realize people are fragile.
Like eggs.
- I don't know how you do it.
- Well, when you pick someone up who's ready, it's not so bad.
More times than not, there's a hint of a smile.
- He look ready to you? - Young ones never look ready.
- Alright, thanks.
Okay, let's get this started.
- Already have.
We set up DUI roadblocks.
- Where? - Fuckin' everywhere.
- Good.
- - - Okay, we're set at the house on Woodmore and 134th St.
- All right.
Let us know what you turn up, huh.
- Hey Mike, watch commander wants to know if you can back-date your CI letter, he'll sign it for ya.
- I'm an FBI informant for fuck sake.
- I don't make the rules Mike.
- It should be enough right? - Hey Stevie, you rollin' with us on this one or what? - You turnin' the beast loose? - Yeah.
- Wouldn't miss it for the world.
- All right.
- Speak of the devil.
- There he is.
- What's the deal? - All right, we got your team ready to go, team two's serving warrants at Spivey's.
- So why didn't I just fuckin' meet you there? - We just wanna talk to you a second.
- So talk.
- Everything we do is off the reservation.
- Yeah.
- So, what would you say if I asked you to treat this like Afghanistan? - Well, you know me better than that, Ian.
The answer is yes.
The fuck? - That's right, fuck.
- All right.
- Let us know what you find out, okay? - Yeah, get him.
Be safe, okay? - Yeah, yeah, got it, Mike.
- Be safe.
- I got it.
Hey man.
- Bunny, need to talk.
In an hour? I just gotta do something first.
- Aight man.
- - Police! - Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Okay, I'ma okay, get off, you're gonna rip it man.
You're fucking taking it, off.
Get the fuck off.
I know exactly what I'm doing with the city's money from my fucking lawsuit.
Can't do that Goes like this, possession of a controlled substance with intent to distribute, that's ten.
Resisting arrest, another two.
Felon in possession of a fucking firearm, Spivey, that's, that's ten more, buddy.
- Tell us where Kenny would go, maybe two of those don't make the report.
- We're not huntin' you, Spive.
But make no mistake, we are huntin'.
- Do I look like a fuckin' rat? Ugh, oh shit.
No, no, no, no.
No, no, no.
- Just think this through.
Spive, you can sleep it off, right here, right now.
Or, you're gonna go down the street for 20 years protecting a guy who just cooked a five year-old kid and his mother alive.
Be smart.
- Oh, good cop, bad cop, huh? - There are no good cops today, boy.
- Alright, just me and you.
- You tell him, you tell everybody.
- He's a McLusky, I tell him.
- Hey.
- I gotta pat you down.
- Yeah.
- Over here.
- Duke.
- Mike.
Let's walk.
- Yeah.
- That's terrible.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- He's not ours, not now.
You can have him.
- I'm gonna need more.
Can ya take him back? Let him feel safe, pin him down? Look, you ain't gonna be no rat, right? Kenny's poison at this point.
- Got kids of my own.
One in college, if you believe it.
The enemy of my enemy isn't my friend, he's just another fucker I gotta worry about.
- Yeah, they're gonna look the other way, Pete.
You run a tight ship.
Everything you make goes somewhere else, all the boys keep their heads down.
You can do really good on this.
Do really good.
- You called me Pete.
- Oh, yeah.
I remember when you were Petey.
- Yeah, now we're here.
- Look, when they get him, I think they'll probably put him in county to wait for his arraignment.
- Public defender will have him in protective custody before he leaves holding.
- I see the wheels turnin'.
- They want him finished before the arraignment, huh? - I don't know.
I didn't - What do you want? - Fuck me.
I'm I saw that boy.
His scream's burnt into his fucking face, man.
So they want him bad.
They'll agree to anything.
In a few months, they'll regret it.
Wanna take it back.
- It's not the way things work.
- Yeah, shit.
They want it.
- It's gotta be everybody.
Blacks, Mexicans.
Everybody It's a deal with the devil, brother.
My advice? Shoot the prick, plant a knife.
Be done with it.
- 100%, agreed.
But what if they go another way? - You get me the blacks? - I can get everybody.
- These fuckers know what it'll cost? - They have no idea.
- If he comes my way, I'll let you know.
- Yeah, thanks.
- Mike, they should kill him where they find him.
Much as I'd love free reign, we all know this won't be free for anybody.
- Yeah, but you'll do it.
- How could I pass it up? - Yep - - - The first African slave was a king.
He was abducted off the coast of East Africa by a Portuguese explorer.
This king pleaded.
He bargained.
He promised that if he were returned the following year he would provide ten people in exchange for his freedom.
He was released.
The following year the same explorer landed in the same area, and ten people were led to the shore and presented to him.
The next year, over 100 slaves were returned to Europe.
And the next year, they wanted more.
And the next year.
And the next year.
And the next year.
It is said that you could walk from Africa to America on the backs of her stolen children and never would a boot get wet.
Would slavery have existed without this bargain? Perhaps the question should be, would the bargain have existed without the desire for a slave? - Hey, how'd it go? - Eh, Spivey says he's been sellin' to some Indians over on Coolidge.
- Ah, he's never gonna go to them.
- Yeah, I know.
- They're work a shake though, somebody owes him something.
A friend, a relative, just keep pressing.
- You hear anything, let us know.
- Yeah, you too.
- - Yeah, yeah.
See what we got here.
We got it.
- Hey, you feel like uh, hookin' a brother up with some White Castle on your way over, man? I'm hungrier than a motherfucker in this bitch, man.
- Naw, I'm not comin' that way, Bunny.
- Ah, you huntin' that meth head, right? - Yep.
- Okay, well, you need anything from me? - Not sure yet.
- Aight, well, you lemme know if I can help, man.
I'm here all night.
I'm so fucking stupid, so fucking I'm so fucking stupid So fucking stupid.
So fucking stupid.
Fucking stupid.
Stupid - Hey, Mike.
Mike, hey.
- The fuck? What happened? - Hey, coffee.
- Yep.
- I'd offer to run to your place and get you a fresh suit, but, you know.
You live in the woods somewhere.
- Yeah, thank you.
It's okay.
- People outside already.
- Uh, can you um, just give me like ten minutes.
- I can give you two.
Waiting room's packed.
You want some breakfast? - Cigarettes.
- It was that bad, huh? - Yeah, yep.
Just uh, will you grab me a pack, would you? - Yeah.
- Fucking That was two minutes? - You ready? - Yep, yeah - Carlos Jimenez.
- Carlos.
- You know my nephew.
- Yeah, right.
- SWAT killed him for you last week.
- Hmm.
Yeah, he got off easy.
- If you hadn't a done it, I would've.
We woulda done that for you.
He was a disappointment.
No honor.
Not here about that though, just wanted to be up front about it.
- Yeah, well, we're not coming after your people.
I know it wasn't sanctioned.
- We're good Mike, I'm here about the tweaker who blew up his old lady and kid.
- Yeah, what about him? - Cooked for us some.
Got some money coming his way.
He'll need it.
5-0 is gonna come down hard on everyone for this.
Let 'em know that if he comes for it, we'll put in the tip.
- I'll let it be known.
- We don't want to be tied to this.
Not how we conduct ourselves.
It's important people know that.
- Yep, I get it.
I understand.
- I remember you from way back.
When you was inside.
- Hmm - B Yard.
Shot callin'.
- Yeah, it was a long time ago.
- Yeah, it was different then.
- Not really.
See you around.
- - Um, Tracy.
I'm so sorry to interrupt you, um, Kyle's bringing Mike home for supper.
- Kyle's bringing Mike? - Well, I told him to.
- What are we making? - Oh, something festive.
- Are you feeling festive? - No, but We'll make something festive anyway.
- Italian's festive.
- Italian it is.
Does he know? - Know what? - Nothing.
Nothing, I just So, um, I'll meet you at the car.
Whenever you're ready.
- - Mike.
- Hello, Mike.
- Hey.
Uh, this feels official.
- Heh, furthest thing from it.
- Just wanna know where we are, Mike.
- You got everything set? - Why don't you guys find the guy first and then we can talk about it.
- Mike, come on.
- For fuck sakes.
The minute this piece of shit gets booked, he's gonna be placed in protective custody.
- Yep, not a god damn thing you can do about it.
You know it.
Can't punch him to county.
Sheriff's department, the snitches.
See, there's nothing but blow back right there.
- No, we got a better idea.
- Is that right? - Mm-hmm.
- He's on parole, Mike.
Violation sends him right back to the Mall.
- You're outta your fucking minds.
You're fucking kidding me, you wanna put him in the fucking penitentiary? There's no way, you gotta get the guards, you gotta get Just shoot the fucker in a raid.
Okay? 'Cause you can't keep the deal, you're gonna have to make.
It's impossible.
- Hey fellas, Mike.
- Aw, fucking Ed.
You guys have been planning this shit? What am I doing here? - Ed, how's everybody feel about this? - We're great, we're glad to be a part.
Look, look, look, he's not a snitch, hasn't backed out of his crew.
All right? You send him to us, and procedure dictates that he goes to the main line.
End of story.
- Mm-hmm.
- There's nothing to manipulate.
- That's the way, Mike.
- Look, why are you makin' a big deal out of this, Mike? The whites will kill him just to make a statement.
All right? No one has to do anything.
- Look, the concern is that his PD is gonna request AdSeg and the God damn DA's office may do it themselves just to make sure that they can fuckin' prosecute this.
That's it.
- So, it needs to happen, the minute he steps inside.
- Mike, Mike, you gotta work some magic.
He burned a fucking kid, Mike.
- Tell me he don't deserve it, Mike.
We'll walk away.
- How can you not want this? - Come on, just fucking put it together, Mike.
- But at what cost? This shit ain't free, remember.
You wanna be in business with 2,000 criminals? Who will hold this over your head like a motherfucking hammer? Every arrest you make, pedophile, murderer or gangster, this is what they'll sing.
This is what they'll sing, to anyone who'll listen.
- No one's gonna listen.
- Nope.
- Understand? Listen to me.
Mike, I'm asking.
Okay? - Can you get him in the gym? I can put him anywhere you want.
- Then, all right.
- Mike, don't feel bad for this fucking scumbag.
He's got it coming.
- I don't fuckin' feel bad for him.
- Then what is it man? 'Cause how is this any different than poppin' that fuck who killed Mitch? - 'Cause you don't understand.
They're not doin' this because it's noble, you guys.
Their motivation is so you owe them.
You all owe them.
And when you can't pay them back, there's no more thin blue line fellas.
Understand? Yep, yep, yep.
- Look, he's just fuckin' lookin' out for us, that's all.
- Yeah, he's fuckin' wound tight.
- Look fellas, trust me, trust me, we all want this.
And make no mistake, it's our prison.
- No shit.
- It's not theirs.
It's not theirs.
- Mike's actually right The thing is, I just don't fucking care.
- Hey Mike.
- Becca, I need the number to Carlos, that guy I saw this morning.
Can you text it to me? - Yep.
- Thanks.
Yeah? - How do you like your burger? - Big as a motherfucker.
But don't let them put no pickles on my shit, man.
I don't like that.
- Okay, no pickles, you want fries? - Why you bein' so good to big daddy? Curly fries motherfucker.
Curly fries! Yeah.
- Any chance he's in there? - I doubt it, but he cooks for these guys.
- More likely this is the step to the step that locates him.
- Oh, finally.
Kenny's fucking PO.
- Who's lead on this? - Me.
- McLusky, figures.
Why am I here if Kenny isn't? - You kept a real tight leash on your boy, huh.
- What? - You ever bothered goin' to his trailer? You know, the one with the fucking meth lab in the kitchen? - You questioning the way I do things, Irish? Huh? - You gotta be fucking kidding me, you wanna make this racial, brotha? Honestly? - Call me brother, again! - How about you do your fucking job, you sloppy motherfucker.
Do your motherfucking job.
- Fucking bitches I will not have this shit on a breach.
You are both mine until this is over and I will not fucking have it! Back off.
And you, you been doin' this 20 years and this is how you act, you fat fuck? You check that fucking swagger, he found that kid and he peeled his mother off a fucking couch.
I don't give a shit how heavy your case load is, this is your mess, and you will suck on it in silence.
- - Fuck this, you're both out.
Jimmy, you serve.
- Fuck! - Ian, Stevie follow the team.
You stay here.
- Come on.
- Get the fuck outta here before I lose my temper.
Come here.
- The fuck? - Come here, come here.
- What the fuck? - You're taking this shit too personal.
- How the fuck am I supposed to take it? Come on.
- Hey, McLusky.
- Let's get the fuck outta here boys, come on, chop chop.
- Shake it off, it's never our fault.
Remember that, never our fault.
- Come on, big shooter.
- Fuck off.
- Fuck you.
You be cool.
- Yeah, yeah.
- Fuck - You bunch of fucks.
I was working now.
- Right here.
Right here.
- Great fucking job.
A+ hotshot.
Son of a bitch.
- - - Yeah, yeah.
That's what I'm talkin' about, right there.
Hey, get up, give my man his chair.
Get yo ass up, I ain't gonna say it again.
What's good baby? - That's good.
- Ah.
- Yeah.
- Five-O all worked up over this burnin', huh? - Oh yeah, yep.
- They ain't never have this fever when it's a little brother they find dead.
Even though that little cracker grew up around all that meth.
Ho ass mama, fuck-up old man Them cops still think that boy coulda made something of his life.
They find a little brother dead? They just shake their head 'cause they know he aint got no chance.
- I think you're reading a little too much into that, brother.
A five-year-old is a five-year-old.
- I don't read at all.
I see what I see.
- Yeah.
All right, look.
So, when they catch him, they're gonna violate him and put him right to pen.
- Stick his ass in AdSeg, man.
Keep him safe.
- They're gonna put him in the gym.
- Then they pin the murder on some fool.
Get two for one.
- They're gonna look the other way on this.
As long as everybody's in.
This'll make a big mess in there.
Who can pin what on who, right? - How far the other way they gonna look? - Far - For how long? - Who knows.
- Ha! Man, this bullshit too good to be true.
They get on this train, we won't ever let 'em off.
- Yeah, no shit.
That's what I tried to tell 'em.
They just won't listen.
- Who else is in? The whites are in? - Yeah.
- They'll let it happen? - Yeah.
- Well, well, well.
You don't like it, do ya? - Fuck no.
All my brother and I have been trying to do is keep the peace in this shit hole town.
Just, ease the pain.
- You might be the only honest cat I ever met.
But this levee got to break on its own.
Can't plug every hole.
Sometimes you just gotta let that dam bust open.
- Yeah, then what? - Then nothin'.
Starts all over again.
We're in.
You send that cracker our way, beat the motherfucker's soul out of him.
- - Get down, get down, get the fuck on the ground.
- Time of your life there, huh Andy? - Shut the fuck up, stay there.
- Hey, you don't have to tell me twice.
- Man down! Man down! - Motherfucker - I'll fucking shoot her, I'll fucking shoot her.
- Oh, my God.
I need an ambulance.
Officer no Somebody help me.
- - Aw, Jesus.
If you're that nervous, maybe robbery's not your thing.
What do you think? Come on fuckface.
- The Duke - Oh fuck.
- He, he said to come to you.
He said you could help me.
He, he said to trust you.
I'm I'm fucked up man.
I fucked up and I don't know how to make it right.
Can you, can you help me, please? - Yeah.
- The Duke - I'm choking you with this tire iron because I don't wanna fucking touch you, you piece of shit.
- I deserve it.
I'm stupid.
- You're stupid.
So fucking stupid.
You're a fucking dead man, do you know that? Everybody, and I mean, everybody wants to kill you.
Including me.
- It was an accident.
It was a stupid fucking - No! No Kenny! You get in an accident when you're skiing.
Get it? Not when you're cooking meth with your goddamn son next to you.
Fucking idiot.
- Can I trust you? - No.
No, you can't.
- Can Can you tell me the truth, at least? - Yeah, I'll tell you the truth.
- Wh-what's gonna happen to me? - Jesus, Kenny.
You know what? The police find you, they're gonna say you violated parole.
They're gonna put you in the pen, you'll be dead in five minutes.
If you continue to hide, there's so much heat out there on everybody, even your own people are gonna kill you.
Just to get the cops off their back.
- That's not a lotta options - You got one.
And I'm gonna give it to you.
Not because I give a flying shit what happens to you, I'm only worried what happens because of you.
- Wh-what's my option? - Turn yourself in, to the police station.
They're gonna book you.
And they'll put you in protective custody until your trial.
You will plead guilty.
And if you have an ounce of humanity, you will not file any motions or any of that bullshit.
You're just gonna ride it out on death row, until it's your fucking turn.
And you can pray, and you can beg.
Do whatever you believe in, for forgiveness.
- Yeah, yeah.
I can do that.
Okay, can you, can you take me? Can you give me a ride? - No fucking way.
- Ple-please? - If you're not outta here in two minutes, I'm gonna kill you myself.
- The fuck - - - I'm sorry about dinner.
I was um It was a long day.
- You wanna talk about it? - Naw - Can I tell you something? It'll make you feel better, I promise.
- I don't wanna hear anything good.
- What do I do? - You're his wife.
He doesn't get to tell you no.
- But like this? - This, is all you get.
- We're havin' a baby! - Yeah, you know you do that at the beginning of the shift, right? You grab the gas card - It was me.
- You fill up the squad car.
- Excuse me, it was me.
- Yes, hello? - It was me.
- Grab this motherfucker, grab this motherfucker! - I'm not resisting, I'm not resist - Jesus Christ.
- Buzz us in.
- No, put this piece of shit in your squad car.
I'm calling the captain.
Hey, you're goin' home, you fuck.
- We'll pull around back.
- Yeah, wait for my call.
Wait for my fucking call.
- And you book him? What do you mean? Tell me you booked him Tell me you booked Motherfuck Motherfuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck, fuck! - Give him the towel.
It's not fucking prom night, hurry up.
All right, that's enough.
Turn around, bend over.
Spread 'em.
- How's our VIP? - Scrubbed and clean, sir.
- Make sure your boys are in riot gear and shield when they walk him over tonight.
This ain't your last fucking shower tonight, sweetheart.
You're done.
- Yes sir.
Like I give a fuck about the sock, let's go, let's go, let's go.
That's right, Princess, march.
- - Do not stop, do not turn around.
You walk 10 feet ahead of me.
You turn around, you will get tazed.
Got it? - Why, why ten feet? - 'Cause I fucking said so.
- Come on baby take a chance with us Come on baby take a chance with us And meet me at the back of the Blue bus you know Blue one oh no Blue bus, blue bus - - Welcome back, brother.
- It was an accident.
- It's all good.
- It has to set you free But you'll never follow me The end of laughter And soft lights The end of things we Try to don - - Hey.
Hey! Hey! Anybody uh, do anything here for the boy? Like no service? - Used to, but now Unless the city knows for sure the deceased got religion, they don't do nothin'.
Guess the atheist don't want no prayers over them, by accident.
- So nothing - Mister, I don't know.
- You want some time? Say somethin'? - Naw, I'm good, thanks.
Thanks man.
- Make you feel better.
- Who cares how I feel? - Should we wait? - Eh, I'll ask him.
Mister, you want some time with him before we finish up, it's no problem.
Sorry, go ahead.
Go ahead, finish.
Thank you.
- Next time on "Mayor of Kingstown".
- The boys want some candy sent over.
- For what? - For killin' that cracker.
- You know I can't do that.
- Made a deal.
- They want their favors.
- What kind of favors? - The unreasonable kind.
- Who? - All of them.
- God - Quite a mess you made here.
- Yeah, well, everybody's gonna see the mess I can make.
- The guards are gonna come down hard.
The police, they're gonna rain hell on you.
You wanna wake that beast? Look, I get paid to give advice.
So, I'm gonna give you some.
Wherever you're from, you should go back.
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