dark reeling music
somber music
Hey. Brand-new day coming.
[Jenny] She's been home three months now.
I think she's demonstrated enough that we can trust her.
Next time she runs off with some fucking idiot,
I got to bail her out of trouble.
Did Anton Campbell shoot you?
Reassess and get your goddamn house in order.
Show these pink-ass niggas what you made of
before they make a pussy out of you.
Rob.
What can I do you for, this fine morning?
I came to piss in your Cheerios.
I'll get a spoon.
Director says the president
is, uh, considering me for the Meritorious Service medal,
which will grease the tracks
for my lucrative segue into the private sector.
And you're fucking it all up.
It's a gift.
This Jap U.S. attorney
has stuck an ice pick in my balls.
I got to put you on dry dock.
Shimizu. She's a f--
[Rob] You're being transferred to the field office
in Lakeville until you retire.
Lakeville?
That hee-haw sheet stain?
I don't think they even have fucking electricity out there.
Rob, I have closed more cases,
I have gotten more screen time
than any of the humps in this building.
I am the fucking face of the Boston FBI.
-You can't do this. -[Rob] I can.
And I did.
End of the week, you're gone.
Did you know that we used to sterilize retards
in this country?
Jackie, you're gone.
Early 20th century, we had a eugenics policy
to keep the unfit from spreading
their tainted seed.
I mean, spics, white trash, you name the species.
But we get all hypocritical about genocide crimes,
-up in arms about Auschwitz... -What's your point?
You're not cutting off my dick.
Maintenance'll bring up some boxes.
We have an eyewitness account from the victim,
Toussaint Senegel,
and we can't even get a plea deal from the suspect?
It's gangster-on-gangster crime.
Even an eyewitness is unreliable.
Anton knows that.
Any reason for me to think
your pillow talk is affecting your job performance?
Your wife represents this Anton Campbell.
And you two never compare notes?
Yeah, Dan. Yeah, yeah, we compare notes.
About what books to read, where to go for vacation,
how much garlic to put in the pesto.
Yeah, we compare notes.
I'm told your wife has political ambitions.
A verdict of innocent would be a big win.
My wife, if she wins, she'll do so on her own.
Relax. I'll deliver a conviction.
I'll have Anton Campbell begging for a plea.
[door opens, closes]
How are you today?
[elevator bell dings]
Agent Rohr.
Good news travels fast.
Oh, yeah? What news is that?
[Karen] Don't be coy.
Coy is not your color.
You're headed to the gulag in Lakeville, Mass.
No send-off, huh?
No toasts, no back pats or German chocolate cake?
You know, after Nixon gave his Checkers speech,
there weren't enough shovels to go around
to bury that bastard, and then November 5, 1968
rolls around, and he beat those shameless dickwads
with those same fucking shovels.
They got their revenge-- impeachment.
Yeah, but he's still hovering over D.C.
like the Goodyear fucking blimp.
So this transfer was your idea, huh?
Hmm.
Well, you know, the next time
you have lunch with the county controller,
you might want to try a different motel.
You're gonna end up wearing gray overalls
-in Butner, North Carolina. -[elevator bell dings]
[button clicking]
[Siobhan] Anton, do you understand the intent
of your court hearing tomorrow?
State wants to deny me bail
so they can keep me in this shithole.
The hearing is meant to determine
if you are a danger to the public.
If Judge DeLuca feels that you aren't a threat,
she'll set bail, and you'll get to go home
until your trial date.
So I need to behave.
[Siobhan] Yes.
Be polite, friendly.
Use "ma'am" and "thank you" at will.
Your attitude and this being your first felony charge
will probably sway the judge.
And what about the opinion
of that punk-ass bitch from Brooklyn?
You know that he's my husband.
Not my fault.
[Siobhan] Anton...
if you want to go free, you want the best out of me.
To get that, you watch your damn mouth
when you're talking about my husband.
Yes, ma'am.
foreboding music
[children chattering excitedly]
Ma, you talk to Anton today?
He's called from lockup.
His hearing's ten o'clock Thursday morning.
You think they'll give him bail?
Siobhan will see to that.
He'll be home in no time.
Come back. Come sit with me.
How was your day? How was school?
School is school.
[Grace] That's not an answer.
Were you in school today?
Where else would I be?
[Grace sighs] Please don't lie to me.
I don't need any more lies from you or Anton.
Ma, I was in class today,
learning what little I could,
given the backwoods RCC Tech classes.
[Grace] You need to take advantage
of what they do have and help you get a job,
a job you want
to help you get out of Roxbury.
I go, you come with me?
Baby, if I was gonna leave,
I would've left long ago.
But why didn't you?
Someone had to stay
and get done what needed to get done.
[Maeve] Oh, mother's milk. [laughs]
-[Jenny] Thank you. -[Maeve] That's true.
My mum used to make my brother and me
hot chocolate when we were sick,
loads of the stuff.
I mean, for Benny, I would always make, like,
just hot tea with honey and a little bit of red wine,
like my nonna.
Sorry about that.
-[laughter] -Well, you know...
No, don't get me wrong. My mum was a beast.
Beautiful, bare-knuckled beast
if she had to be.
Every year the Protestants build huge bonfires
and burn effigies of the pope.
You know, they march through Ardoyne, Belfast,
cursing us Catholics.
Sometimes the cursing turns into something far worse.
Wow, she really went for it with that tattoo, huh?
[laughs] You tell me.
-[Benedetta] Oh, that's cool. -That-that must've hurt.
There's a difference between the pain inflicted on you
and the pain you choose to endure.
Now, I made this choice, survived.
It's a permanent reminder of who I am,
what I stand for.
You know, I've been thinking about getting a tattoo.
[Jenny] Well, you can't.
No, it's illegal here in Massachusetts.
Besides, you're not even 18. Please.
So I need your consent.
Yeah, you're damn right.
Jenny, love, did you never want a tattoo?
Maybe a sun on your wrist or a heart on your arse?
-Mm. -[laughter]
[Jenny] Wait, no, wait.
Okay, yeah, yeah.
I did...at one point, I considered it, okay?
In fact, I was... oh, my God, I think
I was, like, around your age.
But Ma said no.
But you know what? Fuck her.
-Right? -[Maeve] That's right.
Get your Irish on, Jenny.
[laughter]
All right.
[needle buzzing]
Ah, shit. Oh, this does hurt!
-Ooh. -[chuckles]
You're laughing, and I'm suffering?
[Benedetta] You're always doing the right thing,
yet here you are, doing something illegal.
[Jenny] Well, that's why we drove to Rhode Island.
Everything's legal here.
[buzzing continues]
[shudders]
Ma, I got invited to this party at Emma's.
Oh. Yeah, a school party?
Yeah. A bunch of seniors.
Oh.
What's the matter?
I'm-I'm nervous, you know, about what they'll think,
with me not drinking.
[rock music playing over speakers]
Benny, I've spent my whole life
worrying about what other people think about me.
I mean, I walk into a public bathroom,
and I clean up the mess from before
just so nobody thinks I'm a friggin' slob.
Ah!
Shit! Why is this not hurting you?
Oh!
I'm screaming on the inside.
[both yell]
[indistinct chatter]
[Grace] Robert, good to see you.
Thanks for meeting with us.
Anything for you, Grace. Hello, Harold.
Uh, please, take a seat.
I know you're busier than a cat with puppies, so...
-[Robert chuckles] -I won't take up too much time.
I wanted to hand you the grant application in person
and hear from me
what the money would mean for the residents.
Well, I'm sure the work is perfectly executed,
and I'll be happy to submit the forms to HUD,
but, um, let's not assume our goals can exceed reality.
You can make my goals a reality.
[Robert] That's not totally true.
The bold crime at Braxton Summit
doesn't help us with the Hope VI grant request.
That's exactly why the money's so necessary.
We need to fix broken locks, lights,
secure doorways to keep everyone safe.
Grace, Robert is too polite to say this.
The fact that you run TMA
and have two sons who've been in the system,
well, that makes people at the BHA and HUD
wonder if you're still up to your job.
[Robert] I'm sorry, Grace.
From the outside, the perception is,
you only want to improve the crime stats
that don't involve your family.
That's, uh, an outrageous accusation.
An accusation or an objective observation?
[Robert] Look, I'm still turning your hard work in,
but you should know what's being said about you,
and better you hear the worst from your friends.
No.
I prefer to hear such words from my enemies.
Maybe I just did.
somber music
[Siobhan groans softly]
Put that stuff away.
The Commonwealth vs. Anton Campbell
can wait until morning.
Truth is, I am not looking forward
to being in court tomorrow.
Truth is, neither am I.
[Siobhan] And yet...
And yet...
[grunts]
I know what I'm doing is right.
You are.
And so are you.
Yeah?
[scoffs]
Oh...the law has to work for everyone,
or the law is a fraud.
And criminals have to be punished,
or justice is a joke.
What is this world we're bringing our kid into?
[mutters, chuckles]
But after tomorrow,
one of his parents will be a loser.
And one of her parents will be a winner.
-Or maybe... -There's a draw.
Twins.
[both laughing]
[clerk] Case number 9-3-0-15-10,
Commonwealth of Massachusetts vs. Anton Campbell.
[DeLuca] Mr. Ward.
[Decourcy] Your Honor,
the Commonwealth requests a section 58A
dangerousness hearing and to deny bail.
[Siobhan] Judge DeLuca, denying bail is excessive.
Mr. Campbell is not a flight risk
nor a danger to the community.
Mr. Campbell is absolutely a danger.
He's the leader of the Braxton Boys,
he's been charged with the attempted murder
of Toussaint Senegel,
and Mr. Campbell caused bodily harm
to a Boston police officer.
Toussaint Senegel is no innocent bystander.
Take a look at his criminal record,
-and you'll-- -This hearing is about
the danger posed by Mr. Campbell, not Toussaint.
You'll see that any number of people may want
to take a shot at Junior Senegel.
Oh, this is a nice move,
Counsel, making the victim the guilty one.
-[gavel bangs] -That's enough of that.
May I speak, Your Honor?
Ms. Campbell. No, you may not.
Since the first day we moved into Braxton Summit--
-[gavel bangs] -Ms. Campbell,
the court recognizes your contributions to the city,
but the court has procedures.
I do not wish to hold you in contempt.
Please take your seat.
Your Honor, three years ago, Dee Brown of the Celtics
was stopped by Boston area police.
You see, he wasn't wearing his uniform.
He was just another Black man
who fit the description of a robbery suspect
that was described as Black.
That's all the cops needed.
Dee Brown's skin color landed him facedown
with a gun pointed at his head.
Two weeks ago, my client was beaten
by the white police officer who arrested him.
[DeLuca] Mr. Ward?
The injustice experienced by Dee Brown
does not change the fact that, as I said,
Mr. Campbell attacked a person who he clearly knew
was Boston police.
Officer Suferin initiated the attack.
My client was defending himself.
We have photographs
of the injuries sustained by Mr. Campbell.
Did you see the photographs of the injuries sustained
by Officer Suferin at the hands of your client?
[DeLuca] Enough.
Too often, we accept the word of law enforcement
above all else.
Maybe the scales of justice
need to be a little more balanced.
I'll release Mr. Campbell into his mother's custody.
[Decourcy] Judge Deluca, the case against Mr. Campbell
clearly meets all the requirements
for him to remain in custody until trial.
I have ruled, Mr. Ward.
Does the Commonwealth have a figure for bail?
Twenty-five thousand dollars.
[DeLuca] Granted.
My God, that's so much money.
Your Honor, this is egregious and--
[DeLuca] Next case.
[Grace] My whole purpose in being is to help others,
and now I have to help my boy.
Anton's bail, $25,000.
I only have to have ten percent to get him out.
But you know I don't have the money.
What I'm asking is,
could the church loan me $2,500,
which I pay right back after his trial?
You know what goes on in jail.
I can't sit by and watch my son die.
Grace, it's easier for God to move mountains
than it is for me to get money out of the church endowment.
Of course I'll ask the council,
but you have to realize that if I ask them
for that bail money,
in their eyes,
I go from preacher to ex-con.
You served your time.
Besides, what happened was an accident.
That's the story the council sold
to the congregation to justify my hiring.
I was hanging with primo gangsters.
One of them had a gun.
I saw that gun. I wanted that gun.
I grabbed that gun.
I saw a man two blocks away, and I fired,
picked off an innocent man, father of two,
sentenced him to a wheelchair.
I spent three years in Plymouth Correctional.
I'll go before the elders.
I'll sing whatever song I have to.
You're not above suspicion, Grace.
They're gonna ask you,
didn't you know your son was a thug?
-[Grace] Did you know? -Yes.
Then how come you didn't tell me?
[Isaiah] We're not gonna play that game, Grace.
You had to have some sense of what he was doing,
but you weren't willing to face the truth.
And that's understandable.
He's your blood.
Maybe in my heart of hearts, I knew.
I thought he'd straighten himself out.
But the pressures of Roxbury didn't give him that chance.
But still, I raised him.
I'm to blame.
Roll back that guilt, Grace.
The more time you spend self-loathing,
the less time you have to spend loving God.
I would say amen to that,
but the only way to lose the guilt is to do something.
[rock music playing over speakers]
You should totally try and take him down.
The new guy, Kyle. He's hot.
Oh, I'm hanging, not hunting tonight.
[partygoer] How many so far?
What?
[partygoer] How many fucks so far?
Oh, jeez. Um, zero.
[chuckles] I'm still intact.
[Emma] Bullshit, Rohr. You were gone three months.
And we figured you got knocked up,
and your parents sent you away to have your vagina removed.
No, no, I won a 12-week private dance camp in Denver.
Ten girls training with Myla Thorsen.
[partygoer] Oh, God, your parents are so cool.
My parents would never let me do anything like that...
or get a tattoo.
My parents won't even let Billy in the house.
We have to go to his parents' basement to make out.
Ugh, it's so gross and dirty and cold.
I need liquor. You want anything?
No, I'm on antibiotics.
Do you know where the bathroom is?
Top of the stairs.
If you're not gonna try and land Kyle, I'm gonna.
[tires screeching]
[rain pattering]
[rap music playing faintly on car stereo]
Yo, she a cop or lost?
[Kelvin] Little of both?
[Isaac] Excuse me, lady.
You need a map?
You Anton?
No.
You know where I can find Anton?
Why?
[Cathy] 'Cause I want to talk to him.
For what?
I want to make a purchase.
He in jail, lady.
Quit calling me "lady."
[Kelvin] Would you prefer "officer"?
I look like a fucking cop?
-You as white as one. -[scoffs]
I'm Jimmy Ryan's sister-in-law.
Goddamn, that kid got a big mouth.
We ain't seem Jimmy in a while. Where he been hiding?
He's dead.
I'm taking over the family business.
[Kelvin laughs]
Is that so, Officer?
All right, fuck you.
I want a re-up.
That's a lot of bread.
You realize we could just take that from you, right?
Snatch your bag.
Yeah?
Go ahead.
Go ahead, try it.
All right, she ain't a cop.
Still don't mean we doing business with you.
See you, lady.
Fuck.
[indistinct chatter, telephone ringing]
The answer is no.
Mr. Jacobi says you're a bad risk.
You tell him--
He hears you might not be running
the Braxton Summit Tenants' Association
for very long.
Look, Mr. Finch,
I need $2,500.
[Randy] Try the State Street Bank.
They love a good sob story.
-Morning. -Good morning.
How was the party?
I didn't drink anything or take anything, if that's--
I know you didn't.
I'm just asking 'cause I'm hoping you had fun.
[Benedetta] Yeah, yeah, I did. [laughs]
Shit. Sorry.
-I... -[Jenny] No, it's okay.
Oh, big smile, slippery hands.
What are you nervous about, Benny?
Okay, talk to me or don't.
But I'm here either way, okay?
Ma, after you got hurt, how long...
did it take before you felt okay?
Before... [chuckles]
...you didn't feel like you were dying inside and out?
Before you could move on?
[Jenny] Ah, well, I... don't think I have, really.
[chuckles] There's...some times you don't really get over shit.
But you're doing good.
Okay? You're going to the meetings.
You're talking openly.
I never had that, not for a long time.
Benny, look, you're gonna go to college.
You're gonna find yourself.
You can be anyone you want to be.
[Benedetta] So, if I don't go to college, I'm doomed?
No, that's not what I'm saying. If-if I had, you know...
Coffee?
Yeah.
You know, every morning
I used to come into this kitchen,
and I'd feel this...
you know, this feeling of, like, uneasiness,
and I thought it was caused by Rosa.
[laughs] Or my hangover.
Well, now Rosa's out to pasture.
Last night I slept like a prince.
[slurps]
And yet...
I still feel uneasy.
So what's up?
Nothing you can fix.
-[coffee cup thuds] -Try me.
[sighs]
Look, I... Jackie, I really appreciate
your concern, but you can't really possibly understand.
[Jackie] Yeah, you know, you're right, Jen.
The two of you have suffered.
But suffering comes in all shapes and sizes.
[chuckles]
You want to make amends?
Okay, I'll go first.
Middle of July.
The heat was like the Sargasso Sea...
except on land, you know, nothing moving.
I come running into the house.
Forgot to close the door.
Something she's told me about a thousand times.
And...
it's like, "What are you trying to do,
air-condition the whole goddamn neighborhood?"
[laughs]
So she takes my hand, and...
she shoves it in the door frame,
and she slams the door on my fingers.
"That'll teach you."
And she does this again and again and again,
and my hand goes numb from the pain,
and I'm-I'm-I'm... I'm begging her,
"Please stop, Ma. Please stop."
You know, ten years old. [slaps table]
What did I know?
[inhales deeply]
And that's the night I burned our house down.
I walked outside, I closed the door,
I stood on the sidewalk, and I imagined
the nice Beacon Hill family that was gonna adopt me
and buy me a new bike,
take me on trips.
Ah, my parents...
they came running out of the house.
They didn't even check my room to see if I was safe.
They just ran right by me.
But I understood
that they knew
that it was me...
that put a match to that sofa.
[scoffs] I know, right?
Jackie, you always said it was your ma who set that fire.
Yeah, well, didn't she, though,
I mean, in a way?
Was I a bad kid? No.
Are you a bad kid? No.
Kids do what they need to do
to survive what they can't face.
Survival takes courage.
And courage is something
that you got tons of, Bendrops.
[door closes, indistinct chatter]
[Decourcy] You're not going home, Anton,
tonight or ever.
You know, after I convict you, you'll spend
at least the next 20 birthdays in the DDU at Walpole,
right alongside your buddies in the Copeland Crew
who all want you dead.
You know, my lawyer... [sighs]
She said you'd be coming by to offer me a plea.
Said you'd offer me to do my time in Norfolk.
Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Your lawyers smart. See, at MCI Norfolk,
you at least have a better chance
of walking out alive.
Anton, hey.
Just a year ago, you was another punk ass on the corner,
and then, uh, what, Cole Preston got busted,
the whole war for who was gonna run
the Braxton Boys broke out, bodies start piling up, right?
Listen...
if I don't get you on drugs or Raina Allen,
I'ma start digging up bodies.
You full of shit, motherfucker.
[Decourcy] Maybe, maybe not.
Guess you'll find out...
motherfucker.
brooding music
[door buzzes]
[telephone ringing]
-Hello? -[Isaiah] Grace.
Reverend Hughes.
I hate making this call, but as I suspected,
the church council won't approve the loan
for Anton's bail.
I'm sorry.
That's okay. Thank you for trying.
[Isaiah] Have you talked to the bail bondsman?
[sighs] Six of them.
They said I need to have collateral.
What do I have?
[Isaiah] You need me to come over?
No need.
No need at all.
[Isaiah] I'm sorry.
[sighs softly]
melancholy music
[sighs]
[door opens, light switch clicks]
suspenseful music
[toothbrush scratching]
What the fuck is that?
Uh, Benny and I got tattoos down in Warwick.
Supposed to keep this baby from drying and scabbing up.
Hey, you should've told me. I would've...
I would've come with you, you know,
got mine touched up.
[water runs, stops]
Hey, how old were you when you got that?
[Jackie] Eighteen.
Week I finished basic, Parris Island.
I was drunk as fuck.
[chuckles] Oh, so you didn't feel a thing, right?
[Jackie] Uh, no.
The opposite, actually.
I, uh...
I felt every cut.
I kind of enjoyed the sensation, though.
Why a rose?
Oh, 'cause, uh...
you know, petals are pretty,
but, uh, if you touch the thorns,
you might get stabbed.
[chuckles]
Prove it.
tender music
[keys jingling, handcuffs clicking]
[door buzzes, opens]
Hi, Mama.
You okay?
[Anton] Yeah. Lockup ain't nothing.
Where'd you get the money for my bail?
Baby, we got to talk.
[Anton] Yeah?
[Grace] About who you are,
where your money comes from,
what you do when you walk out my door,
the lie you're living right under my roof.
Your eyes are so full of love for everyone,
you can't see the way life really is.
Stop it.
You don't know what I had to do to get you out--
going hat in hand for the money,
arguing that you're not as bad as they say,
but maybe you are that bad,
and maybe I'm the only damn fool
who can't see it,
her own son, for what he really is--
a dope-dealing, hate-filled street thug.
[Anton] I got plenty of money, Mama.
You should've just asked me.
[Grace] Drug money.
How could I?
You know what I do,
who I am.
Do you know who you are?
You have nothing to say?
[softly] I ain't proud of what I do,
but I'm good at what I do.
Proud enough to be able to put some money away
for us, for you.
I used to see you reading those magazines, Mama,
about Martha's Vineyard and Cape Cod.
I used to see the way your eyes light up
when you look at those houses.
All I want to do is get you a cottage on the beach.
[Grace] It's too late for that.
You're killing me.
You're killing me piece by piece every day.
I'm not the one to blame, Mama. It's that DA.
He's to blame. Decourcy Ward.
Oh, no, you don't.
You park this car and get inside.
I'm gonna go get the $2,500
so you can pay back the association.
I told you, I won't use drug money.
[Anton] Mama, I placed a bet on the Celtics.
I'ma go collect the cash.
Don't want you out here living in fear
of somebody knocking on our door.
[Siobhan sighs]
-Dinner with the mayor. -[Siobhan chuckles]
It's more fun than I thought it would be.
What do you think?
Is he gonna endorse me for city council?
Oh, he'd be an idiot not to.
You sure you're okay with me running?
Yeah, am I worried about the strain
campaigning will have on you while you're pregnant?
I believe you when you say you can do both,
and I'll be here to hold your coat.
uneasy music
[engine revving, glass shatters]
[tires squealing]
Shit!
[tires squealing]
[engine revving]
suspenseful music
[exhales deeply] Decourcy...
-Yeah? -Ooh...
[breathing heavily, grunts]
[gasps]
[siren wailing, indistinct chatter over radio]
dramatic music
[male EMT] How many weeks pregnant is your wife?
-[hoarsely] Eight weeks. -Sir, how many weeks
pregnant is your wife?
Eight weeks. She's eight weeks pregnant.
[male EMT] The victim is eight weeks pregnant.
[indistinct chatter over radio]
So how do you spell the assailant's last name?
It's Campbell, C... C-A-M-P-B-E-L-L, Campbell.
-You sure he was the shooter? -Yes.
And you have an active prosecution
-involving him, correct? -Yes.
[detective] Did you know he made bail tonight?
No, no, not-not till he walked up
on the car and started shooting.
[detective 2] Last known address?
Uh, uh, he lives with his mom, uh, Grace Campbell.
It's building 1011, apartment 1G, Braxton Summit.
Hey, you're the guy from the St. Clair Commission
and the guy that let that murderer off the hook.
What that got to do with this?
Karma, shithead.
The fuck this bitch just say to me?
-What's up, bruh? -Sorry, sorry, Mr. Ward.
He's from Charlestown.
[Decourcy] Say that shit again. Say that shit again. What's up?
I'm sorry. He's from Charlestown, okay?
Listen, I'm really sorry about your wife.
All right? We're gonna keep a unit
outside the residence till we find the perp.
We'll have an escort for you when you go home tonight.
Okay?
I ain't going home, not without my wife.
[nurse on PA] Paging Dr. Woodrow.
Dr. Woodrow, please dial extension 221.
Did Callie come down yet?
[Eloise] No.
This waiting is a nightmare. God damn it.
[Todd] What I don't understand is,
why would this kid want to shoot his own lawyer?
[Eloise sighs]
[nurse on PA] Dr. Sorensen to Pediatrics.
Dr. Sorensen, Pediatrics.
He, uh...
he-he was coming for me,
not Siobhan.
Eloise, I am so sorry.
I'm glad that you're both alive.
Yeah, Decourcy, this is, uh...
this is no time to blame yourself.
Okay, Todd, then who? Hmm?
Tell me, who should I blame, huh?
Who?
The guy with his finger on the trigger.
[nurse on PA] Dr. Dunn to room 204.
[Callie] Siobhan's out of surgery.
The bullet's been successfully removed from her clavicle.
She's in recovery.
She's strong. She'll be fine.
-Can I see her? -[Callie] Not quite yet.
-And the baby? -The pregnancy's still viable.
We're gonna keep monitoring her because this level of trauma
could trigger a physical reaction.
A miscarriage.
We'll do all we can to prevent any complications.
I'll let you know when she's in her room.
Then you could all see her.
My daughter's tough, Decourcy.
So are you.
Hey, Ma!
[Rosa] In here!
[Jenny] My God, what are you doing on your feet
a week after surgery?
And what are you doing drinking?
-You're on Percocet! -I feel fine.
And what the fuck difference
does a glass of wine make?
I'm circling the drain. Let me be.
And why are you here?
What's all that shit you brought?
Ah, I was, uh, thinking about you.
I thought maybe you'd want some company.
[Rosa] Your concern warms a mother's heart.
I know you love baking,
so I brought you everything you need
to make struffoli, only they didn't have
the exact flour you use,
but I did get the right honey.
What, are you nuts?
You can't make struffoli without farina di grano tenero.
That American flour is only good for making paste.
And don't mix my stuff with my sister's.
You don't share food?
We don't share shit.
You want a glass?
Nah, I can't day drink. I got a ton of stuff to do.
-Ahh. -Uh, is, uh...
anything else you need?
Sure.
You can tell me why you're suddenly being so nice.
Well, uh, watching Benny get better,
I-I'm trying to understand some things...
about myself.
So I just have a question for you.
After Dad left, did you ever hear from him?
Sure.
I hear from the bastard whenever he needs money.
No, what do you mean you still hear from him?
You told me he was dead.
He's dead to me.
-You know where he is? -[Rosa] Of course.
Tell me.
[laughs]
You think I'd give you what you want so easily?
I'm stuck in this fucking leper colony
with my whore sister 'cause of you.
You want the skinny on your father, negotiate.
[scoffs] Oh, wow.
You know what? Fuck you.
Yeah, I'm gonna find him myself.
[laughs] And if you do,
don't expect a touching reunion.
He'll ask you for money, too!
The son of a bitch.
[monitor beeping]
[Siobhan moans]
Hey, love.
What day is today?
It's Friday.
-Friday? -Yeah.
How long have...
You've been out since last night.
Oh...
My head is cloudy.
It's the anesthesia.
You needed surgery.
Is the baby okay?
Yeah, yeah, uh...
Callie did an ultrasound.
She showed me pictures.
Heartbeat is still strong.
-Kid's a fighter. -[sighs]
Thank God.
Who shot me?
Uh, not-not, uh...
not now, uh, just...
Just...just rest.
[exhales deeply] I'm so tired.
[Decourcy] Yeah.
dramatic music
Just go back to sleep.
[monitor continues beeping]
I love you.
And I'm sorry.
Hey, I'm grabbing a coffee. You want one?
I just had some, but thanks.
All right.
[indistinct chatter on PA]
Hey, how's she doing?
What the fuck are you doing here?
I like Siobhan.
She calls me on my bullshit, not-not-not that you don't.
But her way is smoother.
You're playing with fire right now.
-Keep talking. -Hey, hey, hey.
I have stood right where you're standing.
-When my dau-- -This is different.
No, th-this is Old Testament, "eye for an eye" time.
Do you know who fired the gun?
Anton Campbell.
Well, that's got to set you off.
Yeah.
Yeah, I keep running what happened in my head,
what I could've done to keep Siobhan safe.
When he pulled up from behind with the brights on, I knew it.
Something was off. I felt it.
I ignored my instincts.
But f...fuck it.
I can't let the anger or the guilt distract me.
I got to be here for my wife.
[Jackie] I'll tell you what...
you keep the guilt...
[whispering] ...and let me take the anger.
[normal voice] Dee.
You say the word,
and I will find Anton Campbell, and he will suffer.
-This I promise you. -[Decourcy] Really?
And how would he suffer, hmm? How would you make him suffer?
How would this not come back to me?
Big Dig's pouring a lot of concrete.
No one'll find him.
No one will know.
You want me to say yes
to you committing a revenge murder?
What are friends for?
You wearing a wire?
Oh, no, that's just fucking insulting.
This is what I get for trying to do you a favor?
Jeez, Jack--
Jackie.
You-you prey on people who are at their most vulnerable.
That's your MO.
You got a crooked fucking heart, all right?
Y-you'd screw me over just to see me get thrown in jail.
Jesus Christ, Dee, this is your wife we're talking about here.
Do you really think I would sink that low?
You've sunk lower.
[nurse on PA] Dr. Blue to Cardiology.
Yeah, you're right.
I am a piece of shit. Who would trust me?
Oh, what, is this you trying to change?
Nah, it's more of an adjustment, really.
Like I said, uh, Siobhan's good people,
and, uh, I hope she gets better soon,
and I hope you get to take your beautiful wife home.
[footsteps departing]
No, no, shh.
Before you say a word, there's been a snafu
in your plans to put me into purgatory.
-[door closes] -Snafu?
Who even uses that word anymore?
I got a proposition for you.
One, I hold off on using
my considerable weight and influence
to fight this bullshit punitive move of yours,
and, two, you call Putnam
and ask him to let me track down
the man that shot Decourcy Ward's wife.
That's BPD's case.
Not our jurisdiction.
Karen, come on, you're clever enough
to figure out a way to get the ball tossed to us.
And after you find the shooter,
alive, I hope, what happens then?
I will fade away, like MacArthur.
[chuckles] Doubtful.
You lack the DNA to do anything for anyone
unless there is profit or publicity in it for you.
You know, the Greeks have a word,
lutrÃ³o.
It means "obtain release by the payment of the price."
I owe Decourcy Ward.
[Karen] Why?
Is it because you fucked him over
on that Charlestown case?
Define "fuck."
Look in the mirror.
You initiated this pissing contest
between us and the county DA.
Karen.
You spent your first three birthdays
at Manzanar Internment Camp.
You know what injustice feels like.
It feels like looking out through that barbed wire
at the Manzanar camps.
Well, I'm looking through the barbed wire, too,
and enough is e-fucking-nough.
I want justice.
I want justice for Decourcy Ward.
I want justice for his wife.
I mean, what could I possibly gain from this?
You're clever enough to figure out a way.
Oh, Jesus Christ, the one time
I try to do what's right, and I get more shit
than any of the shit I've ever given.
Am I gonna regret this?
From where I'm sitting, it's hard to tell.
[Isaac] Hey, lady.
What are you doing here?
Came to give you what you want.
I thought your boss said
you weren't gonna do business with me.
Kelvin? He ain't my boss.
No one is my boss.
[indistinct chatter]
All right.
Wait here. I'll get your money.
What, you don't want to invite me in for a cup of coffee?
-[scoffs] Yeah, no chance. -[scoffs]
Because you got kids?
foreboding music
What'd you just say?
How'd you know that?
How do you know where I live, anyhow?
Be quick. I ain't got all night.
[blues rock playing over speakers]
[Jackie] Siobhan. She any better?
Why'd you call me?
Well, I want to give you the good news.
I asked to be transferred.
I'm leaving Boston, moving to Lakeville.
You asked to be transferred?
Well, let's just say it was
a mutually agreed upon decision.
So how is she?
In a lot of pain.
The questions are starting to come.
You haven't told her about Anton yet,
that this wasn't random, huh?
Oh, fuck.
That's gonna be a hard sentence to say out loud.
Mm-hmm.
[Jackie] Well, more good news.
I can lighten the load.
The U.S. attorney, in a deft maneuver,
has attached me to Siobhan's shooting.
I'm running point on this thing with Caysen as my wingman.
We are gonna find this motherfucker
and put him away.
Jackie, listen to me.
I don't want you involved on any level.
Too late.
The fucker lives on federal property.
We were gonna join in anyway.
-You got no choice. -Fuck me.
[Jackie] All right, Dee, Dee, Dee, listen to me.
Anton is out there, and he's got a gun.
I mean, he could show up anywhere, anytime.
Last year, Tarrant County, Texas,
guy opens fire in a courtroom.
He's pissed off about his divorce or some shit.
He wounds two judges.
He blows away a couple of ADAs.
Predators, they-they don't stop until they eat,
and this motherfucker, Anton,
is hungry for your motherfucking blood.
All right, fuck it.
Look, no revenge killings.
No Jackie Rohr cowboy bullshit.
It's all aboveboard, accountable.
We do it my way-- legal, no lies.
No Clay Roach...
and no Jimmy Ryan.
Let's just agree that you set me up to fail
for what went down in Charlestown last year.
Ah, ha, that-that was a two-way street.
I mean, you-you forced my hand.
Ah, it's a one-way street now, Jackie, and I'm driving.
Look, I'm gonna tell you what I told the U.S. attorney.
I want Siobhan's shooting to be my last case.
I said to Shimizu, "I owe Decourcy Ward
honesty and justice.
I owe him for Hank Signa."
[patron] Okay, what do you think, another round or...?
You said that?
[Jackie] Yeah.
Did she laugh?
Little bit.
Canned Heat's "Let's Work Together" playing
Together we'll stand
Divided we'll fall
Come on now, people, let's get on the ball
And work together
Come on, come on, let's work together
Now, now, people
[horn honks]
Because together we will stand
Every boy, every girl and man
[keys jingling]
[knock at door]
Police. Open up.
Good evening, Grace Campbell.
Jackie Rohr, FBI. Let me ask you something.
Where the fuck is Anton?
Ah, come on, let's work together
Oh, well, now make someone happy
Make someone smile
Let's all work together
And make life worthwhile
Let's work together
Come on, come on, let's work together
Now, now, people
Because together we will stand
Every boy, girl, woman, and man
Oh, hey
Well, now together we will stand
Every boy, girl, woman, and man