uneasy music
somber music
[Marbury] Know what? Fuck you,
you Huxtable-looking, motherfucker piece of shit.
[Chris] Get the fuck down!
[Kelvin] Get the fuck off of me.
[snorts] [laughs]
[Jackie] No! Holly! Hey, hey!
How bad you wanna help us out?
Whatever you need.
You got two weeks to move the stash.
Here.
[children laughing]
melancholy music
Aerosmith's "Eat The Rich" playing
Yeah
Well, I woke up this morning on the wrong side of the bed
And how I got to thinking
About all those things you said
About ordinary people and how they make you sick
And if callin' names kicks back on you
Then I hope this does the trick
'Cause I'm sick of your complaining
About how many bills
And I'm sick of all your bitchin'
'Bout your poodles and your pills
And I just can't see no humor
About your way of life
And I think I can do more for you
With this here fork and knife
Eat the rich
I take one bite now, spit out the rest [spits]
Eat the rich
I gotta get this off my chest
Eat the rich
I'll take one bite now, spit out the rest [spits]
How you holding up so far?
How d'ya think?
Kids okay?
I haven't told them yet.
What are you waiting for?
I got other plans.
You should have their uncle
tell them what happened to their father.
Frankie wouldn't want that.
[Hayes] Christ, Cath.
Cry or something, will ya?
Been here six months, and you're already a pussy?
[laughs]
I do my grieving in private.
Shit! Man.
Fucking match, geez.
Ugh.
What's the matter?
You don't think I can manage?
I never said that.
Do me a favor?
Just sell the merchandise.
And Tommy...
don't you dare let me catch you
sniffing your fucking fingers on my way outta here.
[laughs]
How many times do I have to say, "No?"
I am not taking Decourcy Ward off the Campbell case.
-William Rehnquist. -Totally different situation.
How?
He recused himself. Conflict of interest.
Ward's wife is representing Kelvin Campbell.
That doesn't necessarily mean Ward is conflicted.
No?
He released her client pretty fucking quick.
He did the interview, and with no tangible evidence
to hold the kid, Ward let him go.
Standard procedure. So eat shit, Rohr.
Be careful what you wish for. What I eat, you eat.
You look tired.
-I was up all night. -[Chris] Oh, guilty conscience.
You shouldn't have released Kelvin Campbell,
not till he gave us something,
like who put the stash in Maddy Wilson's car,
or who was there on Valentine's Day,
when Raina Allen was murdered.
Look, I don't blame Kelvin for keeping quiet.
But who do we go to next?
Because unless we do something, your guy, Suferin?
He's on leave, permanently.
The other day, Jackie Rohr ambushed me.
Said if I give him another name,
he'd take the heat off Suferin, off the strike force.
Doesn't care what name, but he means you.
Yeah, we're doing the same thing to Kelvin.
We're profiling him.
So, what, I-I-I shoulda waited
until he committed murder to cuff him?
You know, I can't prosecute people based on predications.
Don't give me that bullshit. Come on.
We should bring Kelvin Campbell back in for another go around.
D! You fucking know me.
You think I'd collar a kid who didn't deserve the honor?
You tread lightly this time.
Better wake him up if he wants his ride.
Go wait outside. I need to talk to him.
-Be good. -You too.
Son, I'm serious.
All this craziness going on, I need you to stay far from it.
-I will, Ma. -Your brother looks up to you.
Be the man you want him to become.
I'll try.
Nah, nah, sit down.
I got class.
[Grace] And I got grants to write.
This is more important.
Sit.
Last night, after the vigil, you weren't up for talking.
Today's a new day. What happened?
I'm sure Miss Case told you.
She said the police detained you for obstructing justice.
Said you tried to run. Why were you running?
Undercovers pulled up. They hopped out on us.
I was scared.
Who was with you?
-No one. -[Grace] You said us.
I-I meant me, Mama. Look, I'm tired.
Uh, no. I raised you right.
Kelvin Demetrius Campbell,
I didn't raise a thug or a liar.
What, so you gonna interrogate me too?
They attacked me out there, and now I gotta deal with this--
Whatever the world wants to heap on you,
you got your integrity. You understand?
You got your brother looking out for you.
You got me looking out for you.
We hate watching you lose yourself.
When did you get like this?
Get like what, Ma? Realistic?
Realistic mean you gonna lie to me?
If you hanging on corners, you're lying to yourself,
if you think that's who you are.
I raised you with love, with God in your heart.
And you're shaming us both right now.
You're a man, true,
but you're still my baby, and I'm not giving up.
somber music
I gotta go.
Ooh! Hello, Josh.
Ah, thank you for agreeing to see me.
My next appointment is down the street.
You have until I get there to make your case.
Okay, okay. Here goes.
Look, I thought about our conversation.
Plus, a few nights ago,
I had a little encounter with Jackie Rohr.
I'm going to apologize to Decourcy.
An apology when you want something
doesn't qualify as an apology.
No, not just because you should accept
our endorsement for City Council.
Look, I screwed up.
I should have come over to your place,
discussed the situation in full, not just phoned.
I offended Decourcy, and I'm sorry.
Look, Mel King got elected as state rep with our support.
But even with all our hard work,
we weren't able to put him in the mayor's office.
Straight Irish men have a stranglehold
on the Democratic Party in Boston.
I haven't heard anything new so far.
My organization needs a candidate like you,
who can cross barriers. But you need our base.
Even if you garnered every Black vote,
it still wouldn't be enough in a citywide election.
And if our two groups cannibalize
each other for scraps,
the people who have always had the power will keep the power.
Stab me in the back the way you did Decourcy,
and I will make sure that your Rainbow Coalition
loses all traction in District 7.
Rightfully so.
Good.
Now that we understand each other,
I do plan to run for an at-large seat,
so the fact is, I could use your group's reach.
We're gonna need all the noise we can make countywide.
But before I accept your endorsement,
I need for you to make a sincere apology
to my husband.
Of course.
Is that the DA-WITSEC informant file?
I see you're taking your gang task force duties seriously.
Ah, fuck the BPD.
And fuck that tiger empress, Shimizu.
I hear she's shitting on you, too.
Why don't you take one for the team?
I mean, all she needs is a good... [bangs hands]
Make all our lives easier.
-Never change, Seanie. -[Sean] One question, Jackie.
This, uh, this DA you've got a hard on for, Ward.
What'd he do to you? I mean, I looked him up.
Ward made a lot of noise with that St. Clair Commission.
Is this the only informant you can find?
Miguel Guerrero. He's your best bet.
He was one of Ward's informants on a gang case.
He's...lives in the same neighborhood
as Rickey Townsend. He's the same age.
He's good, Jack.
You rang?
What have you done for me lately?
You mean regarding Decourcy Ward?
As a start.
You know, Roy Cohn once said,
"Whatever you're accused of,
accuse your accusers of the same thing."
If you spent half as much time doing your job
as you do talking about doing your job,
you wouldn't be in danger of joining your friend Clasby
in retirement.
Well, Decourcy Ward was quoted in the press
claiming that our Top Echelon Informant Program was corrupt.
So I got my hands on the DA file,
and it turns out, we're not the only ones
who protect their snitches.
Decourcy let a kid off
in order to shield an informant, Miguel Guerrero.
Is this a real story,
or are you pulling a coin outta my ear?
You wanted results.
[buyer] Hey, can I get a G?
Can you get a G? Yeah, yeah, $60.
-Okay, yeah, I got $60. -You got $60?
Yeah. Here you go.
Wow, you're a bad boy. Here you go.
Thanks.
-[buyer] Uh, two decks. -Two decks?
Yeah, I thought so.
Yeah. Here ya go.
All right, I'll see you in what, like, 20 minutes?
Yeah, fucking Jesus.
Over here.
[softly] Jesus Christ.
Life's just one big, long party for you, huh?
I need more.
What happened to the last package?
Sold, dipshit.
Already?
You're the one who said we were selling H,
not stolen hubcaps, right?
It was bootleg cigarettes, but yeah.
Look, I can get you more, but I-I-I can't-I can't
front it this time. I need the money, so...
What money? Jimmy, I got bills, I got rent,
I got food for my kids, legal fees?
Yeah. Fucking law suit.
By the widows of the goddamn dead guards.
Remember, you're the one
who put my family in this fucking cesspool.
Yeah, okay.
I-I also fronted you 5 grand worth of mud, okay?
Now, that's-that's-that's me taking the risk, not you.
Now, we can work this out- Jeez.
You gotta listen to me, all right?
[scoffs]
Hey, wait-wait. Cathy, Cathy, Cathy, come back.
Just come back here. Okay?
Come here.
I told Frankie not to go on the job that day.
He didn't listen.
You can lie to yourself.
You lie to yourself all you fucking want.
You do not get to try to explain yourself to me.
If you wanna make good on this--
My parents don't even fucking talk to me.
Okay?
Do you think I wouldn't fucking change that?
My brother was the only person who didn't think
I was dog shit. Corie and the girls,
fucking Florida is not far enough away for them.
You and your kids, you're all I got.
So of course I'm gonna look out for you.
But...and we can make a lot of money.
But I-I-I keep fronting for you,
and then... and you don't pay me back,
-and then we both, we got-- -All right, all right,
all right with the fucking violins,
Jimmy.
I need more money, or more product.
Yeah, I know, but these-these-these people
that I'm-that I'm working with, they're-they're, you know...
They're not exactly--they're not charitable, you know?
Are you gonna help us out or not?
I'll handle it.
[sniffs]
How much you got? Show me the money?
Oh, man.
What you want with Trey and Isaac?
Stand still.
Which one of y'all came up short last run?
Say something, or both of y'all getting schooled.
[tires crunching]
[Isaac grunting]
[Anton] Fucking up the money.
[Isaac] Please, no, no. Please, please.
[Anton] Give me your coat.
[Isaac grunting weakly] No.
I'll get your money.
I swear.
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Fuck up the paper again.
His clothes, B?
Stop being sensitive.
somber music
[engine turns over]
Kelvin, get in.
-Am I under arrest? -You can be.
Do you wanna go that route?
For what? I'm done talking to you.
Come on.
What would your mama say?
I'm here, not Sergeant Caysen.
That supposed to make me feel okay?
[snorts] No.
Raina Allen was murdered on Valentine's Day.
Why did you attend a candlelight vigil?
Raina was 11 years old.
Fifth-grader at Trotter Elementary.
Favorite class was science.
But you heard all this at the vigil.
Why did you go?
She--
she--my mom--knows everybody.
Hmm. You know we recovered
ten different bullet casings at the scene?
Who else was there on Valentine's Day?
How would I know that?
Fine. Moving on.
Two days ago, you and one of your boys
hopped out of a Fleetwood to "talk" to Junior Senegal,
but you see Sergeant Caysen, you take off running.
Why? Now, to be honest with you,
look, I don't think you wanted to shoot Junior.
Because you ain't built for this, nah.
But here we are, sitting here, you acting all hard,
not talking.
The fuck would you know what I'm built for?
This thing between you and Junior,
it goes back a while, huh?
But the murder of an innocent child
is a sign that things have gone too fucking far.
You can't put shit on me.
Ten different bullets means ten different guns.
You, Junior, and who the fuck else?
Junior's a fucking snake, and a liar.
[Decourcy] Hey.
You wanna know whose bullet killed Raina?
One outta ten is yours.
This young man asks for his lawyer,
but you still questioned him?
He chose to cooperate.
Son, you got a lotta people who want what's best for you.
Do you some good to listen.
[Siobhan] She's absolutely right.
There are others who are truly alone in this world,
and you have three people who are willing to be here for you.
Think about that.
The only question on the mind of cops,
prosecutors and judges, when they look at a person,
is whether that person needs to be protected from society
or whether society needs to be protected from that person.
You've lived long enough to know where you stand.
And instead of you doing something to get ahead,
you're being exactly like they expect you to be.
It don't matter what I do.
If I'm guilty, I'm guilty. If I'm innocent, I'm guilty.
There's no getting ahead, playing by they rules.
Don't talk like that.
[Isaiah] But you're too young to give up.
It's the only shot we have.
We have to be twice as careful as them, twice as smart.
And never let them know what you think of them.
I have to do a quick errand for the Coalition.
When I get home, we're gonna finish this conversation.
Thanks, Miss Quays.
Be smart out there.
[passerby] Hey, Annie!
You know you ain't supposed to be doing that.
Watch it!
Rickey!
Rickey Townsend.
Come on with this bullshit.
What? Excuse me? What did you say?
I thought so, you fucking hood rat.
I need to talk to you about Decourcy Ward.
Why? The charge got dropped.
You hit a cop.
You think that's just gonna float up into the ether?
Well, Mr. Ward let me go 'cause I was innocent.
Well, Officer Marbury has
a different version of innocent.
Come on. He can't keep harassing me.
He's a Boston cop.
He can do whatever the fuck he wants to do.
-Who the fuck are you? -I'm FBI.
-Well, can I see a badge? -[laughs]
Listen, kid.
I could give a fuck about you or Marbury.
But I need you to do something for me,
so you can consider me an ally for the moment.
This is what I need you to do.
I want you to say that you're about to expose
a Suffolk County DA informant
by the name of Miguel Guerrero,
and Decourcy Ward let you off
in order to protect said informant.
Do you understand me?
No, there was no one else there, so no deal.
You know, for a Latin High student,
you're a dumb shit.
All right, so if I lie, what happens to Mr. Ward?
You want Marbury off your back, or what?
'Cause the next time he picks you up,
you're probably not gonna make it to the station.
No. Ward's good people.
[Susan] Powerful share today.
I don't know.
I don't exactly feel like a fountain of wisdom
after only 293 days of sobriety.
Your 10-month chip is nothing to scoff at.
A lotta people don't get three months
their first time through the program.
Thanks.
Ah, Susan, this is my mom, Jenny.
Your daughter inspired the group today.
She's doing tough work.
Steps eight and nine are the hardest.
Well, I'm really proud of her.
So I'll, uh, see you at home.
Yeah.
Susan, it was good to meet you.
You, too.
So how is step nine going?
-I made an amends with my mom. -[Susan] Ah.
My dad...he's not really a feelings guy.
Oh. You're perceptive,
and determined.
You'll find a way.
[crying]
[sniffs]
Uh, hey, hey. Are you okay?
Oh. [laughs weakly]
Do you want me to get you a glass of water, or...
You know, I've got some tissues.
No, no, no, thanks. I'm completely shattered.
And I'm late for rehearsal.
[Latin choral singing]
[television playing indistinctly]
[announcer] Wildly going to the body.
He avoids a quick jab from the right--
[crowd and announcer exclaim]
Catches a left hook
right on the side of the head.
What a counter--
[TV shuts off]
Whatcha stressing bout?
They had shit on you, you'd still be in lockup.
This Junior Senegal shit.
[Anton] Believe you me, he's a dead man.
[scoffs] How?
If we move on him, cops will know where to look.
Don't even trip. He fucked with my family.
You think I'ma let this shit slide?
I'm telling you, we too hot.
Why don't we just... let niggas know he's a snitch?
Let his own people push him out?
There is some shit you gotta handle yourself.
You don't gotta be there, though.
Five-0's on you anyway.
What?
That prosecutor was asking about Raina.
Yeah? And?
Mighta been my bullet.
Bullets were coming from all angles, B.
None of us will ever know.
[knocks] Was in the building.
Thought I'd stop by and say, "Hi."
[laughs] Something tells me
I'm about to get a poker shoved up my prostate.
Kid named Rickey Townsend will testify that Decourcy Ward
let him off easy,
to protect an informant you have working a gang case.
This has the stench of Jackie Rohr.
Decourcy Ward doesn't smell so sweet either.
He went over to the hospital
and was asking about what happened to Holly Gunner.
You really willing to let Ward's incompetence
and ego reflect on this office?
Ego? Yeah, I've been trying
to get Ward to fall in line for over a year now.
He, like you, is a fucking incarnated migraine.
Even so, if you think he's incompetent,
you're in for a rude awakening.
[Jackie] I'm just here to help your son, Mrs. Townsend.
[Nia] Hmm. Sure.
Oh, there he is now. Yeah.
It's like I told him.
That cop is gonna come after him,
but if he listens to me, we could prevent that.
Mr. Ward did right by me.
[Nia] Well, everybody has their reasons.
Now you have yours.
-I'm not going to lie. -You gonna do what I say.
Your father and I allow you to go to that school, don't we?
Huh? You don't have a job.
You don't pitch in around here.
Mama, for what?
I didn't even do anything. I just--
Don't raise your voice at me in this house.
Ma, please. Don't make me lie.
He'll say what you need him to say.
No, I won't!
What! [slams]
Uh, I-I'm sorry. Uh...
You're gonna disrespect me in front of a stranger?
-Hmm? -[Rickey] I'm sorry.
When are you gonna stop acting like a naive little boy,
and get your shit together, Ricky?
I'm tired of this.
I'm not one of your little gang friends on the street.
-I know. -I'm your mama...
Where is the ritual?
And tell me where
Where is the taste?
Someday
There'll be a cure for pain
That's the day
I throw my drugs away
When they find a cure for pain
When they find a cure, when they find a cure
For pain
You gonna help me, or what?
Are we gonna pretend like today never happened?
Siobhan, I'm using every bit of patience I have
to not scream at you for taking Kelvin's case.
Excuse me? I could scream the same damn thing.
I'm a public prosecutor. I try the cases assigned to me.
You get to decide which cases are worthwhile
and which ones aren't.
You wanna go down that path? Or can't we just agree
that I'm doing what I gotta do for me, and so are you?
[scoffs] This is a much bigger conversation
than "agree to disagree."
I know. But I'm hungry.
And if we ring the bell on this prize fight, baby,
I'ma be too agitated to eat.
So...here...
here, here, all right?
Something someone said today reminded me.
My north star and your north star
used to be identical.
I wanna make sure we still share that.
You know, uh ...sh came by my office and apologized.
Wish I coulda been there to hear him whimper.
He said he came to see you first.
A little heads-up would've been nice.
Like the people in your life
have never taken me by surprise?
All those times Jackie Rohr came here,
snooping around for information about you?
He came into our home? How many times?
Two, three, what's the difference?
Why didn't you tell me then?
Because I didn't want you to...do anything stupid.
You were angry enough.
[whispering] This motherfucker...
What do you think about me running?
-What? -For City Council.
Uh, yeah. Uh.
If-if that's what you wanna do, yeah, of-of course
I'll support you. But fuck Josh Goshen.
A'ight? Fuck him.
He has no loyalty.
He doesn't give a damn about principles,
only opportunities. Is that really the kinda guy
you want to get in the trenches with?
Well...
one of us has to move forward.
Hey.
When we were fresh outta law school,
you didn't have a single offer from a firm.
Not one damn interview. I paid the rent.
I bought the food.
I supported you, until you figured out what to do.
Did I ever hold that over your head? Not once.
No, but you are right now.
After the Ryan case went south, you stayed down.
Eight months have gone by, and we're moving backward.
Is this about having a baby?
Not only, but yes!
Decourcy, I don't fault you for being stuck on survival,
but take stock of what we have.
We deserve to do some living too.
[sighs] It's whatever you want, Siobhan.
Well, I uh ...joined the church choir today.
That's great, Mom.
It'll be good for you. And your singing's terrific.
Thanks. Well, you know, I miss church.
You know, the consistency, the community.
Might have to go back to mass to see you in action.
[Jenny laughs] Don't.
They'll probably put me, you know,
way in the background, like behind the organ, right?
With your voice? No way.
No, I'm serious.
People should hear the you sing when you're around the house.
It's like one of those Disney cartoons,
with the birds fluttering.
It reminds me of Father Thomas back in St. Gertrude's.
Father Thomas had a powerful voice.
Not a good voice, but a powerful one.
What?
Nothing. [fork scrapes]
[hip-hop music playing]
[Anton] You doing that shit all the time is a bad look.
Yeah, well, sell the downers, do the uppers.
That way, I got more energy. I work fucking harder.
American capitalism at its best.
[sniffs] So Kelvin, is he all right?
Yeah.
Faggot-ass nigga Junior Senegal's a dead man.
Yeah, no offense,
but they picked him up before he fired a shot.
Now's not a fucking good time to retaliate.
And I'ma take advice from a fucking fiend?
If I'm a fiend, it's 'cause I survived a shitstorm.
Get out.
Around the corner, Jermaine has a pack for you.
-I need double. -What?
Yeah. I need more Mexican mud.
I set up shop in Revere.
I already fronted you one.
You want more, you gotta pay me.
Your product is better than what's going
through Southie right now.
And once word gets out that the H is coming from me,
that's 10 grand a week for you.
Or we can keep doing this thousand here,
thousand here, shit if you want.
That way, you got fucking steady money,
coming in from outside your hood
even if that Youth task force,
they fuck up your ability to operate.
All right. Let's go.
If I don't see you by the end of the week,
I'm gonna find you.
[voice on PA] Dr. Anderson, please dial the operator.
Dr. Anderson, please dial the operator.
[heart monitor beeping]
[sighs]
Holly.
Hi.
I don't wanna exhaust you.
I just ...need to know what happened that night.
I d... Hmm...
Who were you with?
Was the man Jackie Rohr?
[sighs]
[TV announcer] He batted under 260 last season, but...
[knocks] Hello, Salvatore.
I already gave my statement to the police and to that DA.
What's his name? Ward?
I don't know anything about anything.
-That was quick and concise. -[Salvy] Figured you're busy.
Trying to save you the trouble of asking me a bunch
of questions about Holly Gunner I can't answer.
I need the surveillance tapes.
Well. Those tapes are screwed up.
This ain't the Bureau. Technology's crap.
Hmm.
You and Jackie Rohr,
you were partners for almost 20 years, right?
-Give or take. -[Karen] And now,
a lawyer from my office
goes out partying with a bunch of federal agents,
including Jackie, and winds up at your hospital.
St. Eligius is a Catholic hospital.
We ain't in the business to turning people away.
No. But maybe you should be.
The only thing I can figure is, whatever Jackie has on you
weighs more than your conscience.
The problem isn't who's out to bring you down.
The problem is, you have to live with yourself,
while Holly's kid has to live with a mom,
who, according to experts,
may never walk or talk right again.
Senseless tragedies happen here every day.
If I find out you helped Jackie
by erasing those tapes,
well, that would just be the start of your suffering.
[upbeat music playing]
Work never ends.
My mother used to say,
"An idle mind is the devil's playground."
But damn if I don't miss the jungle gyms.
And trust me, your mama could get down too.
I'll never forget when John Lewis came to Boston
and we ended up at the bar afterward.
And your mama ended up on the bar,
reciting Audre Lorde.
Hmm. That's her.
Oh, yeah.
"Is the total Black being spoken?"
[laughter]
The Tenant Association is trying to secure
some of the new HUD Hope VI funding.
I'd like you to advocate on our behalf.
At a grant meeting?
And beyond.
[laughs]
Ah, I work so much.
The only time I see Decourcy is in the interrogation room.
[sighs]
And I'm thinking about running for City Council.
As you know, everyone around here calls me Nana.
That means I have 3,000 grandkids.
And in turn, 6,000 voters.
That kinda influence moves the needle.
[James] You motherfuckers gonna throw me out
on some bullshit?
You're gonna see me, bitch. Believe that.
I ain't going nowhere.
27 evictions in a year.
-Did you try to help 'em? -Didn't deserve to be helped.
We elevate the best among us,
and hopefully they move up the ladder
to effect some change, so we don't have to grovel
for HUD grants and city assistance every year.
Is there more the Coalition can do to--
uneasy music
-Ugh. -You okay?
-Bathroom? -[Grace] Over there.
Honey, you okay?
[vomits]
[laughs]
Your blood pressure's good.
Heart rate's solid. Let's check your lungs.
Stop playing with me.
The HCG in your blood tests came back elevated.
You're pregnant.
[both laugh]
Congratulations, girl!
Thank you...for everything.
[sighs] Oh, God.
Hmm.
I know you two have been back and forth about a baby,
but men are funny, even the most resistant.
When he hears the news, Decourcy will be thrilled.
[sighs] I hope so.
[laughter]
Did you get what I asked you for?
Where's the money from the last one?
-Jimmy, I told you-- -No, I want the money,
all right? Okay? So as soon as you make
your last dollar, just give me everything.
-All right, relax. -Relax? Jesus Christ.
I saw my supplier fucking beat down a kid out in the street.
Stripped his clothes off, Cathy.
And he's one of them. I'm not one of them.
What the fuck do you think he'll do with me?
You know, Jimmy?
It seems like everywhere you go,
you're hiding from somebody you stabbed in the back.
What's that say about you? Huh?
[sighs] It says I'm a man on the move.
You got the H or not?
That's $10 grand total. Are you sure--
Oh, jeez. You know what?
I don't have time for this, Jimmy.
I gotta go meet my lawyer. You know why?
They're trying to take the salon away from me.
Even when you're not around,
I gotta deal with your bullshit.
And you know what? I'm gonna have to deal with it
for the rest of my fucking life.
I'll have your money.
Yeah.
[Jenny hums]
Every good boy deserves
D, D. Dee--
[knocking at door]
-[knocking continues] -Yep, coming. Coming.
Hi. I'm Decourcy Ward.
I work with your husband sometimes.
Decourcy, yeah, yeah. Jackie's mentioned you.
Come on in. I'm Jenny.
Hi.
[Decourcy] Is there any chance he's home?
No, sorry.
Did you try his phone?
I can't find him anywhere.
Well, I don't really know when he'll be back.
Well, look. I wouldn't disturb ya,
but what I need to discuss with him is off the...
it's sensitive. Would you mind if I wait?
No, of course not. Come on in.
Mm-hmm.
[Jenny] Uh, would you like some coffee?
[Decourcy] Sure.
How long you been in Quincy?
[Jenny] I've lived in this house my whole life.
[Decourcy] Ah.
-Um, cream? Sugar? -No. No, thanks.
[Jenny] Okay.
Yeah, my wife and I... we, uh...
wanna plant roots somewhere.
-And move out of Boston? -No, no, she loves the city.
Born and raised. I mean, you know, get a place.
Uh, room for a dog, kids maybe. Big backyard.
Ah, I see.
Yeah, our backyard never really got much use.
[laughs]
Even when Benny was little.
I mean, she... wasn't really into nature.
[laugh] I do a little gardening.
But, you know, with the grass...
Getting Jackie to mow the lawn was a little tough.
[laughs] I'm having a hard time
imagining Jackie pushing a mower.
[laughs]
So, uh, if you don't mind me asking, uh...
why are you here?
Mm, mm.
So last year, an informant of Jackie's committed suicide.
Or so we thought. Some new evidence surfaced.
Turns out Boston Homicide thinks he was murdered.
Now I just came by to ask Jackie to see
if he wanted me to pursue the case
or look the other way.
Now, the informant is a lost cause.
I mean, last year alone, he was arrested on drugs,
an illegal weapon. He even shot a cop.
Truth be told, the world doesn't need
any more people like Clay Roach.
[door closes]
Benedetta, hi.
This is your father's colleague, Mr. Ward.
Hiya.
Hi.
You know, your father,
he talks about you a lot.
Uh, yeah, I think
I've taken up enough of your time.
Yes, uh, I'll tell Jackie you were here.
[Decourcy] Please do.
[Benedetta] Well? What was that about?
Oh.
You know, with your father, who knows?
[groans]
Decourcy Ward came to the house.
He came here?
When? What for?
I think, uh, to talk to me, actually.
What about?
Clay Roach.
And what-what'd you say?
Nothing.
I mean, what do I know about Clay Roach?
But, uh, Decourcy implied that I should know.
And maybe I do.
Look, that night in the hospital,
you said that, uh,
whoever hurt Benny didn't have long to live.
tender music
That little fuck got what he deserved.
[sighs]
[Decourcy] Well, how 'bout
we can just-we can just push it till tomorrow.
All right? And--
Stay away from my wife.
So you can bother my wife, but I can't talk to yours?
You think fucking up the Ryan case
made you bulletproof, huh?
Like you got nothing left to lose?
Well, you're wrong. The only thing that changed
is, now everybody knows what I always knew,
that you don't fucking belong here.
You've got a nice family. Good looking wife--
Ah hey, hey.
I'm not here for some clever back-and-forth
with a forgotten prosecutor living off his wife's dime
until she realizes that you're never gonna move up,
and she kicks your ass out
before you drag her down with ya.
No.
No, you came here to show me how big and bad you are.
But you forgot,
I actually know you, motherfucker.
Big tough guy who couldn't even protect his own daughter.
You mention my daughter again,
and I will fucking bury you.
Yeah?
You already buried that informant of yours.
How did that work out, hmm? Didn't work out too well.
Still got to your little girl, right?
Oh, save yourself the embarrassment.
I can connect the dots.
Being a piece of shit all these years
has finally caught up to the great Jackie Rohr.
Look.
You're too out of touch to make any moves,
too hated to call in any favors,
and you're too fucking old to scare anybody.
[elevator dings]
[phone ringing]
Yeah?
[Jimmy] Oh, thank God you're home.
I need the fucking money, Cathy.
Okay? I'm coming over to get
the money, all the money.
Yeah-yeah, all right. Jimmy.
[Jimmy] I'm coming over there right now, okay?
I'm coming over now.
I gotta go out.
[Jimmy] Okay, where can I meet you?
Meet me at Franklin Park.
[Jimmy] You got the money?
The fuck I just say?
[door closes]
[Jackie] What're you still doing up?
Amazing how much energy I have
when I'm not getting loaded.
[scoffs] Yeah.
Still, you need your eight hours.
[Benedetta] What I need, Dad, is to talk to you.
We talked.
We haven't.
Ma and I talked, about everything.
Non, her dad.
So I know why Ma's fucked up.
But you, you won't talk about what made you an asshole.
[laughs]
Come on. Maybe if you told me,
I could figure out why I'm such a fucking mess.
The Rohrs are a study in the legacy of fucked up.
My old man was a drunk.
He spent most nights on the couch
'cause he was too shit-faced to make it up the stairs.
That, and he couldn't fucking stand my mother.
[laughs]
His dad was a drunk, his father before him, and, you know,
I'm sure the list goes on and on,
back to the moors in Scotland.
[laughs]
One night, during a blizzard,
the old man was too wasted to make it home.
A neighbor, sweet old Black lady,
Mrs. Giles, found him and took him in,
and his feet were blue from frostbite.
All fucked up and he couldn't walk.
Lost his job...again.
And then I started working to, you know,
keep food in the fridge.
And I never stopped.
Nah, you don't wanna hear this shit.
I asked, didn't I? I do.
[sighs]
There's some things that we cannot control, Bendrops.
Our gene pool being one of 'em.
Yeah, but what about your mom?
That's enough for one night.
You had me worried.
Franklin Park. Dad used to take me here.
He fucking smacked me in the head
'cause I'd stare at those monkeys in the zoo,
make them go all fucking crazy, you know?
Okay, where's the money?
Sorry.
You said!
I said I'd meet ya. Oh, f-
I wanted to tell you in person.
I--I need more time.
I'm serious. They'll fucking kill me.
[scoffs]
Nah.
Nah, they're not gonna kill you, Jimmy.
Ah, fuck!
Fuck!
Cathy, I--
Ah! [gasping]
[labored breathing]
Morphine's "The Only One" playing
Hmm, hmm, hmm
Yeah, yeah
Hmm, hmm, hmm
Whatever you confess...
-Mommy! -Mommy!
All right, Kick, go.
...you're different from the rest
The way you live your life
You are the only one who thinks like you
You are the only one
Who dreams like you
You are the only one
The only one
Behind the bluest flame
They'll never guess your game
Your version of success
Is different from the rest
And the way you live your life
The way you live your life
You are the only one