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But between you and me,

I want you to know

I'm gonna do everything I can

to make your stay here

a living hell.

F*** you!

F*** you!

Get up. Get up!

F*** you, you p*ssy.

F***ing coward.

Like the warden says,

we are not your private

security company.

Welcome to the f***ing jungle.

Holy sh*t.

Oh, I got a bad feeling about this.

You somebody special?

Your own table and all?

Like I said,

it's all about respect.

I've earned mine over the years.

And yes, you can sit at my table.

Thanks.

So you're recovering from

your little party with Kirkman?

It's going to take a lot more

than that to break me.

Just deal with what you've

got to deal with.

Don't bring it on yourself.

And I'd stay away

from the creamed spinach.

No doubt.

So what do you know

about Anton Vargas?

Top dog in here.

Crime boss.

Runs a fight circuit

in the basement.

Inmates go at it in a cage,

fight sometimes to the death.

Big money on it.

And the betting goes far

beyond the walls of Blackwater.

Burke know about this?

Vargas has the warden in his pocket.

Kirkman, too.

How is that possible?

Buying off a prison guard is easy.

They don't pay them sh*t.

Kirkman-- violent motherf***er.

He just flat-out enjoys it.

And the warden?

You got to understand.

Vargas can touch anybody

outside these walls.

The warden has a family, a wife.

and Vargas gets him young ass,

which makes Burke

pretty vulnerable

ifVargas ever decides

to put the squeeze on him.

You two know each other?

You could say that.

Irv, what's good?

This your new boyfriend?

Why, Colton? You miss me?

Now look, I ain't got no beef

with a tired-ass dirty

dreadlocked motherf***er.

I got a problem with cops.

No beef with me?

Talking sh*t to my face?

Little doggie, why don't you

go back to your master?

Little doggie?

F***.

You hate cops?

Well, here I am.

Hey.

You think you can just mess up

my meal and then walk?

Whatever you want to do,

you old motherf***er.

Ain't your fight, lrving.

It is now.

No.

It ain't.

Motherf***er!

You f***ed up now.

I'm gonna f*** you up, fresh fish.

Get out of here!

Get out of my way!

You better watch your back

everywhere you go!

This ain't over!

I'm gonna f*** you up, man!

F*** you up!

Better watch your back!

Better watch your back!

You wanted a challenge?

There it is on a silver plate.

Hey, cop.

Chill out, boy.

We ain't here to kill you.

Yet.

That was some major whoop-ass

you gave out to that traitor Colton.

Righteous, standing up

for my man lrving.

Do it again, you're dead.

You're welcome.

My crew would've

taken care of Colton.

We handle our own people here.

That way, things don't get blurry.

That's your only warning, pig.

F***.

I seen you got a talking to.

Who's that?

Name's Rollins.

He's the leader

of the black gang in here.

I'd listen to what the man

had to say if I was you.

Part of their gang or what?

Was.

That was a long time ago.

Too old for that sh*t now.

But we're still cool.

Point is, you ain't one of us.

I'll remember that the next time

somebody's trying to kick your ass.

Take care of your own sh*t, boy.

And find your own people.

Everybody in here's

got an axe to grind

for one reason or another,

especially against cops.

Yeah, no sh*t.

You got a visitor, Bolan.

Five minutes.

And you are?

Gwen Bauer, lnternal Affairs.

I received your request

to look into your claims

of innocence

from the perspective of lA.

By who?

That's not important.

Well, it seems the department

has abandoned me

or set me up,

so I'm surprised you're even here.

You should know that we operate

separately and objectively

from other law enforcement agencies.

Are you objective?

I like to think so,

but of course I'm human.

That's good to know.

Especially the human part.

So you say you are

innocent, Mr. Bolan?

Does it matter?

Police officers may think

of us as the Rat Squad,

but I'm an officer

of the law as well.

I went to academy, graduated,

and realized that cops

need to be watched

almost as much

as the criminals do.

Fact is, lA can help good cops

just as much

as it can bring the hammer

down on the corrupt ones.

Which are you?

I am, in fact, innocent.

It does appear some strings

have been pulled

in order to lock you up

in the very same place

where criminals

you put away are doing time.

What are the chances?

I'll be in touch.

Wait. Please, Gwen-- Ms. Bauer.

Listen to me.

As clichd as this may sound,

my grandfather was a cop.

My father was a cop.

He died in the line of duty.

This is all I've ever known.

It's in my blood.

I would never, ever shame my family

or the memory of those

who passed before me.

Believe me when I tell you,

I've been framed.

If that's true-- if--

I will do everything I can

to clear your name

and get you the hell out of here.

Anton, my man.

What's up, dawg?

So why the meeting, Rollins?

The fights.

I hear the wagers are coming in

from as far as the East Coast now.

Even getting some action

out of Canada and Mexico?

Absolutely right.

My boys and me started this sh*t

back in the day.

And your point?

I let you take this to the next level,

and that little paper you're giving me

just ain't gonna cut it anymore,

now that there's real money flowing.

Let me tell you something.

Firstly,

you didn't let me do anything.

And secondly,

I'll give you and your boys

whatever I want.

So if there's nothing else,

end of conversation.

F*** you, Vargas!

Kirkman.

Doesn't it look like our inmates

might be making a break for it?

You tell me, Mr. Vargas.

Go away.

Okay, dog sh*t.

All of you, back inside!

Good to be king, baby.

Lights out!

Hey, man.

Thanks for getting me

the laundry room gig.

No need to thank me.

I had my reasons.

Yeah? Like what?

You know, you shouldn't

stand around talking, Danny.

It's a good way

to lose your new job.

Well, thanks anyway,

you cantankerous son of a b*tch.

Hey.

Remember me?

You put us in this sh*t hole.

Now we're going to f*** you up.

Sh*t, boy.

Looks like you got some moves.

But I'm gonna get my ass kicked

for just protecting myself.

Don't worry about it.

Them boys covered the cameras.

Guards didn't see who was fighting,

and these Asians,

they ain't going to rat.

Why not?

Like I keep telling you, Danny.

Respect.

Keep that warm till I get back.

Kirkman.

You preparing to start

your evening rounds?

Yes, sir.

Or course you are.

In the meantime, I'm concerned

that order is at risk

here at Blackwater.

Everything's under control, sir.

Perhaps.

But the appearance of control,

it's beginning to lack.

That is infinitely troubling to me.

The fight in the mess hall last week

and in the laundry facility today.

That does not appear

to be order to me,

and I can only imagine

how it appears to the inmates.

I understand, sir.

I know Bolan was at the center

of the first incident,

and I feel confident that he had

something to do with the second.

Bolan is trouble, Warden.

He finds it, or it finds him.

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