Shot Caller Page #5

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inmate, outside your cellie.

And there will be

no warning shots.

You cliqued up with anyone?

No.

Why participate in the riot?

You know why.

You got your rules and

we got the gang's rules.

And theirs matter.

Yeah, well, it cost you

a year of good time on top of

the new sentences and put you

with the heavy hitters, so...

I hope it was worth it.

You know the deal,

ripper. Face the wall.

Crack 13.

Close 13.

Hands through the food port.

You can get up, ripper.

Welcome to the pad, money.

I'm ripper.

Who's got the keys here?

Redwood, from the brand.

Open forward yard door.

Redwood, this is money.

Heard how you got down at chino.

So did the beast.

Appreciate it.

He still in the hole?

Four hundred yards to my six.

Less nine years.

Little different than

the mainline?

You could say that.

Make no mistake, brother,

they design places like

this to break men like us.

Eses and woods.

500 Navy seals.

Ripper, count 'em.

Ready!

Down!

One, two, three!

One!

Down!

One, two, three!

Two!

Down!

One, two, three!

Three!

Down!

One, two, three!

Four!

Whassup?

Thought you were

posting up on your ci.

Since three A.M.

Figured I'd get some

chow and take a piss.

Any movement?

Nada.

You know, I can't put my finger on it,

Manny, but there's more to this harlon guy.

What you mean,

like a power play?

Phil says his wife and his kid show up to

his motel, slams the door in their face.

I mean, you talking about a guy

with a perfect life, all right?

A f***ing envious life.

He's got not one prior.

Can't even f***ing spell

the word gangster, man.

He gets f***ed up on a dui

manslaughter, kills his friend.

Yeah, a dime will change you for

sure, but a guy like that...

Gets out, throws everything away?

No.

Look, all I know is, once a

dude gets institutionalized,

anything is possible, man.

What you got?

Still squat on the eses.

But atf did pick up a call

from Mexico on the wiretap.

Something about picking up

guns near the salton sea.

So at least we

know the area now.

Who's the tap on?

Heavy hitter from

the sonora cartel.

And of course atf wants

any and all intel we got.

Sonora?

Yeah.

This thing just keeps on

getting bigger and bigger.

Maybe it's not a bad idea to

have atf out there with us.

Hey, you know what,

check it out, bro.

Why don't you just quarterback

this one from the office?

I mean, sh*t, what's it been,

a week since the shooting?

Sit around with a thumb up my

ass? Come on, you kidding me?

That's worse, man.

Sure as hell have seen my

share of violence, man,

but when you're in it...

When you're on the other end...

That's a whole different

ball game, brother.

Look, man, I've never been in

an actual gunfight myself...

So I'm not gonna sit here and tell you

I know what you're going through,

because I don't.

But what I do know is that there's a

young girl out there who's safe right now.

And that's because of you.

Goddamn, man.

It sucks.

It's good.

I want her to move on.

Sh*t!

Get him on the ground!

- Get him, money!

- Get down!

On the yard. One on one.

Enemy combat. Enemy combat.

F*** that norteo up,

homie! Get him!

Money!

Money, let him go!

Rip that farmer's head off!

Spray him!

Get down! Get down now!

One!

Two!

Three!

Hey.

Your counselor wants to see you.

Since when do you escort alone?

Why, you gonna be a problem?

No, sir.

Know who I am?

Yes.

They sent redwood to death

row after what happened.

It took him four months to

finally get that screw.

F*** 'em.

These cops...

They need to understand...

That we run the show.

Some get it.

Like Roberts.

But the rest think the

more they lock us down...

And isolate us...

It strips us of our power.

They even think we

closed the books.

We're a dying breed.

They're dead f***ing wrong.

We're just real selective...

Who we choose to

call our brother.

So the question is...

Are you ready?

Yes.

What I wanted to hear.

But keep your ink clean so

they can't validate you.

That's how we lull

the enemy to sleep.

I understand.

You have the keys out here now.

Roberts will single-cell you.

Get you some privacy.

Works for me.

You like to read?

I got a good collection

on psychology.

Just finished reading

the human animal.

I'll send it over with

some of my favorites.

A warrior's deadliest weapon...

Is his mind.

Welcome to the family, brother.

Mr. harlon,

after serving 85

percent of your time...

Having a clean conduct record

with no infractions...

I recommend to the parole

board your release...

30 days from today.

This is your parole packet.

Tells you who to report to.

Thank you.

Push send.

And I'll be back for it in 30.

You know shotgun?

He just sent word to me about

a heavy shipment of guns

a youngster smuggled

back from Afghanistan.

He wants permission to go

to Herman Gomez to offload

them for a million five

to their cartel connections.

Herman got his letters?

And he's out, too.

Just like you'll be in 30 days.

I'll get word to Herman you're

handling the deal for us.

And f*** our usual cut.

Shotgun just bought himself a full partner

on this. I'll be on parole though.

The f***'s that got

to do with anything?

Well, 10 years you think the

f***ing honor of being one of us

ends at the gates? It ends

when you're six feet under.

Until then, you will keep

earning for your brothers.

I understand that before you

say another f***ing word...

Think of your family

in this decision.

Excuse me?

Did I stutter?

I'll get word to shotgun,

tell him sh*t's on

hold until I'm out.

Good answer.

Who is?

It's money.

Open the door.

Howie's been calling you

all day. What the f***?

Let's go!

The f*** you mean

he's been calling?

He ain't been

calling-f***!

F***!

What you tell kutcher?

Does Herman know you're a rat?

F***ing stupid motherf***er!

Herman's the one who tried

to kill you, you f***!

No, you both did, or his crew

wouldn't have known I was there.

Go on and do what you gotta do.

Go ahead.

Go on and f***ing do it.

Come on, f***ing do it!

I ain't a-i ain't no punk.

Yeah. Anything?

Nothing.

It's almost four o'clock, too.

All right, I'll

check in on shotgun.

There's no need to tip harlon

off if we don't have to.

- Okay, standing by.

- Copy that.

Frank, it's kutcher!

Frank!

F***!

Get in that room now.

F***!

Yeah.

Yeah, he left his cell

here, but he's f***ing gone.

Hang on a minute.

Hang on.

Hang on.

Somebody in this deal thinks

shotgun's still alive, man.

He texted them the

coordinates at 11:00.

Still can't track the

incoming calls to shotgun's.

Must be off.

F***ing text better come

through, or we're screwed.

Where's shotgun?

You tell me. Went to pick him up, he's

a f***ing no-show! I'll call him.

Yeah, you do that.

I can't do babysitting.

Let's go. Give me the key.

That's shotgun's.

It's a different number. 714.

Look at the Russian

serial numbers.

And the glocks from

Austria, not the U.S.

Totally untraceable.

Nice.

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