All language subtitles for City on a Hill - S03E05 - Take Me Home

Bette wants to work for
the Bureau when she graduates.

She comes seeking advice.

Sweet mother of God.
Is that Letitia?

That's her.

- I'm gonna go talk to her.
- No.

I'm Lourdes Mendoza,
Hernando's sister.

This is Pepe, his son.

I don't want you to worry.

I'm gonna fight for your family.

There's nothing physical
tying me

to the death of Officer Andrews.

Nothing but the testimonies
of a couple lying cops.

And a witness.

The man kept changing his story.

What-what do you want me to do?

Quit. Stop being a cop.

You-you know I can't.

What do you want, Tony?

I'll tell you what I don't want:
To be taking shits

in Allen wood for the rest
of my goddamn life.

Should've thought of that
before you blew a hole

in Anton Campbell's head.

Sergeant Caysen,
we asked you to come today

because Tony has
important information

we believe you'll find useful.

He's willing to give you
the name of the person

that killed both Officer Andrews
and Officer Dunleavy.

You're the prime suspect
in the Dunleavy murder.

Do you want to end up
in a cell next to Tony

for a crime you didn't commit?

Fuck you, Caysen.

I'm in the middle
of a fucking election

that's making what's left
of my hair fall out,

and you come to me
with this fantasy?

Whitaker's innocent.

The only way to set him free
is to find out

who actually killed
Duke Andrews.

No, we don't make deals with killer cops.
What the...

Maybe we do, if Suferin's
telling the truth.

The problem is,
we'll have to get Shimizu

to ask a judge
to reduce the sentence.

And knowing that cunt,
she'll have a shit fit.

I'm not saying
Suferin walks tomorrow.

- We shave off a year or two.
- Listen, Chris,

I want Curtis Whitaker
out of jail, yes,

but Suferin will not get
an early release.

Let him go.

Dee? Dee?

You think I want Suferin out
on the street?

Russ Wallace is dead
'cause of him.

But I'm being investigated
for Dunleavy's murder,

and this will clear my name.

Look, Suferin said the two
deaths are tied together, right?

If he hasn't reported
the murders up till now,

- I'm betting a cop is involved.
- Agreed.

And then, I-I got a lead
on this witness,

uh, Dwayne Doucette.
Maybe he can shed some light

on who murdered Andrews
and Dunleavy.

And if he refuses to step up?

Just keep looking until
we find somebody who will.

I'm sorry, Dee. Tony Suferin
may be the easy way out,

but I'm gonna convince Shimizu
to negotiate.

- Come on in.
- I'm, uh, glad

you were able to see me
on such short notice.

Yeah. Are you sure
you don't want coffee?

- No, no. I'm good.
- So?

So, as promised, I went to see
your da about the lawsuit.

At first, he wouldn't even
let me in the door.

But that didn't stop me.
I kept knocking.

And then, he agreed to talk,

but only if I didn't mention
your name.

- Oh.
- And then, after about an hour

of sports and politics and
religion, he brought you up.

- He did?
- Joe was a wee bit, uh,

drunk by then.

Um, he started mumbling a story
about you and him

sledding down a snowy bank
in some park.

- Oh.
- I used his nostalgia

as an opportunity to say
what a fine woman you are,

that you hitting him
was not intentional,

that, uh, he should drop
the lawsuit.

He grumbled a bit,
and then he said "yes."

So he's dropping the lawsuit?

- On one condition.
- Well, of course.

- If you apologize.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

My wife is apologizing
to no one.

You're the one
that should be apologizing

for bringing that piece of shit

into my fucking house
without even asking me.

- Jackie, please.
- No, Jenny, Jenny, he's right.

I-I should've talked
to you first.

But listen, Rohr,
we're way past that now, okay?

I'm trying to make peace between
a father and a daughter.

I'm trying to save you
the time and money

of waging a battle in court.

I don't need to be saved
by a fudge-packing twink.

Yeah, you think I don't know

that your dick was playing
hide-and-seek

with another priest's asshole?

Father Bender told me
every fucking thing.

I don't care
if the Virgin Mary appeared

to you on the goddamn toilet!

You do not say that shit
to my friend Diarmuid!

Yeah, some motherfucking friend!

Yeah? At least I'm man enough
to admit who I am,

good and bad.

Fuck you, Jackie!

Okay, okay, okay.

My father said
he would drop the lawsuit

if I said I'm sorry.

- Yeah, I heard.
- Hmm.

You're not really
going to apologize

to that miserable fuck,
though, are you?

No, but I would've liked
the chance

to at least say so for myself.

Something wrong
with the deadbolt?

Oh. I couldn't remember if I had
locked them after Decourcy left.

What are your plans today?

I figured I'd spend the
afternoon doing touristy things:

Go see the Mapparium,
measure a few smoots.

Well, we love you being here.

Feels nice, safe,

having more family around.

And once I'm gone,
how will you feel?

Why are you asking me that?

You, making sure the doors are
locked, the windows bolted.

Well, I'm just being cautious.

You know, after I was shot,
there were two versions of me:

One who lived every day
in that moment,

and one who pretended
the shooting never happened.

My head was so messed up,
hearing the echo of that bullet.

Like, I realized
I had two choices.

I could turn
into somebody I didn't know,

or I could fight the confusion
by getting help.

Well, we all react
to things differently.

You said you sleep fine,
and that's great.

But as your favorite
brother-in-law,

I pray you'll never have
the nightmares I've had.

Look, talking to a therapist
quieted my anger,

my fears.

I love you, sis.

You say you witnessed the murder

of Officer Duke Andrews.

And you originally told police
that Curtis Whitaker had the gun

he used
to shoot Officer Andrews.

I did, but then, thinking back,
I remembered more clearly.

Whitaker took hold
of Andrews' gun. Bam.

Did he? 'Cause I hear
Officer Andrews was a big man,

big, bigger than Whitaker.

Yet, Little Whitaker was able
to wrestle the gun out

of Officer Andrews' hands.
How the fuck is that possible?

The element of surprise,
I guess.

You guess?
Okay. Now, Mr. Hines,

when you looked at the photo
in the six-pack,

you didn't pick Whitaker out.

That's right.

But at the lineup, you did.

Tell me, what changed your mind?

He was the only suspect I saw
twice, so I pointed to him.

That made them real happy.

Them?

Them who?

Officer Plunkett

and his partner,
what's-his-name? Knoche?

Knoche.

"La Grange" by ZZ Top

Rumor spreadin' round

In that Texas town

About that shack
outside La Grange

And you know
what I'm talkin' about

Just let me know
if you want to go

To that home out on the range

Have mercy

A haw, haw, haw, haw

A haw, haw, haw

Well, I hear it's fine

If you got the time

And that ten to get yourself in

A hmm, hmm

And I hear it's tight

Most every night

But now I might be mistaken

Hmm, hmm, hmm

- Hey.
- Hey.

What do you need?

What do I need?

What do I need?

Any surveillance cameras
in here?

- No.
- It's a shame.

I'd love to have a tape
of us on a loop

doing what we do
right here, right now.

Mm-hmm.

Look how peaceful
the house is, Jackie.

Yeah.

I'd hate for anything
to disturb that peace.

Uh-huh.

You quizzed our chauffeur,

asking Charles
about the comings and goings

of Dominique Zanghi
the week she OD'd.

Ah, j-just doing my job.

You also went to the North End

and paid a visit
to Dominique's parents.

- If you can call them that.
- Mm-hmm.

Fortunately, they confided in me
and not in Sinclair.

Jackie,

you need to be careful.

You gonna tell him?

Mmm.

Sorry to interrupt.

I was just showing Jackie here
how much we appreciate his work.

All you'll get is a handshake
from me.

Maria picked up my tux
and your gown.

- They're up on our bed.
- Okay.

Yeah.

Fucking around
with the boss's wife

right under his nose.

Highly unethical, Jackie.

Well, listen, Sinclair,
uh, we need to...

Hey, hey, I'm just
messing with you.

As the kids say, chill out.

So a tux, a gown.

You-you-you going
to some fancy event?

Tomorrow night.
Fairmont Copley Plaza

for a fundraiser
at the Boston Police Foundation.

Letitia and I are gonna spend
the weekend at the hotel.

A little second honeymoon.

You should disappear
Saturday and Sunday.

Go be with your wife or whoever.

Let Braddock watch the house.

Sounds good.

I want you
to deliver that for me. Hmm?

Bette Williams,
she's a fine young woman,

very reasonable, very sensible.

Hey, lady, you gonna buy that
or just smudge the pages, huh?

Uh...

Ah.

I-I loved Dallas.

Yeah. Hey, who shot J.R., huh?

I got it.

You're the guy
from the Drydens'.

I got something for you.

Bette, who are you talking to?

A classmate.

It's your boyfriend?

I live with my parents.

So, do they know
why you're getting this money?

They don't.

If I remember correctly,

you wanted
to join the Bureau, right?

Not anymore.

Love can shit can a dream.

You love Sinclair?

No, but, at first,

he was charming and funny,

and... he told me he loved me.

He lied.

And worse.

Okay, look, uh,

I could get into a lot
of hot water

for what I'm about to tell you,

but being paid off
won't make up for what happened.

Oh, it'll come close.

Mr. Doucette.

Knoche and Plunkett
stole my drugs,

then tried to intimidate me
into silence.

Said they wouldn't arrest me

if I said that they didn't
take that kilo,

but I wasn't with that.

I don't negotiate with
terrorists or wannabe Klansmen.

All right, so you refused

to cooperate with Plunkett
and Knoche.

You went in jail. Then what?

Plunkett came to see me in jail.

Said he wouldn't show up
at my hearing

if I supplied them
with more heroin.

Which you did.

I had a wife
and a kid on the way.

As soon as I got out of
that cell, I quit the business.

Mr. Doucette,
how long did you deal drugs?

Couple years. I needed
the money for culinary school.

You studied in Paris, right?

For a year.
That's where I met Hazel.

- She's a sommelier.
- What made you

quit the business?
Like what specifically?

Hmm.

White cops killing us?

Not a surprise.

White cops killing white cops?

That made a lasting impression.

Yeah.

I was there
when they shot Andrews.

I saw the fucker die.

You seem like a decent man,

so do the decent thing.

Say that in court.

And be the next DWB?

When you was out there slanging,

you faced death every day, eh?

Now, I can't predict
what'll happen if you talk,

but what I do know is
that you and I,

we can stop Plunkett and Knoche
from hurting people.

Our people.

Let me talk to my wife.

Hazel's always preaching

that I should do penance
for my past sins.

Elena, I want justice for Duke.

You want justice?

And I want the husband
who slept beside me at night.

Well, finding the bums

who killed him won't lessen
your pain, but...

Thought that Black guy Whitaker
killed him.

Thought he was behind bars,
waiting for a second trial.

He is,
but the case has got holes.

The U.S. Attorney wants
to spackle 'em

before moving forward.

Is that why you're here?

Partly.

What do you want to know?

Did Duke ever mention
any other cops?

Tony Suferin, Rick Dunleavy?

Gary Plunkett or Randy Knoche?

The last two, no,
but we'd go bowling with Tony,

his wife Amanda, Rick and Sarah.

Amanda and Sarah were there
for me when Duke died.

But the casseroles stopped
coming a while ago.

Wives keep their distance
from widows.

Hell, even my children do.

I'm lonely.

Yeah, I know
what you're talking about.

A week ago,
my wife Maggie left me.

You find me attractive?

Yeah.

Then sleep with me.

I... I'd like to,

but, uh, I'm-I'm still putting
compresses on my own wounds.

Okay.

When you're ready, holler.

So you play with dolls, huh?

Last year's Secret Santa gift.

I didn't know
your tribe celebrated Christmas.

Why are you here, Rohr?

I need you to dig up
some information for me.

I want to find out
if there's any women,

probably college age,
who filed in the past year

a complaint with the BPD
against Sinclair Dryden.

The Sinclair Dryden?
G-man, myth and legend?

Going up against one of our own?

Shit.

And how the hell am I supposed
to explain this to my boss?

Easy. Don't tell him.

And you want me
to ask the Boston police

to open up their files?
Have you forgotten?

The FBI and the BPD are like
the Lakers and the Celtics.

I couldn't get that information
even if my mother asked me to.

Yeah, you know, when I first
started at the Bureau,

I was just like you.

Kept my head down, didn't want
to ruffle any feathers.

That's bullshit. You've been
a showboater from day one.

And look at the result.

I'm a household name
in fucking Boston.

Because of the Angiulo brothers?

- That bust was ten years ago.
- You know, it only

took that one case to make me
the FBI's brightest boy.

We started by planting bugs
in the Angiulos' headquarters.

- I don't have time for this.
- Listen.

I heard a lot of stuff
on that wire,

but not enough
to make an arrest.

And even though
I was told not to,

I went to see this
leprechaun-sized alkie named...

Can we just skip to the point?

You can play by the rules,

or you can take
this silver platter

that I am handing you,
and if you help me,

you will be the brightest boy
by Ramadan, I promise you.

I don't care about shit
like that.

Oh, come on.
Who the fuck are you lying to?

I saw you on television,

announcing
that Trent Heinke bust.

I recognized that glint
in your eye.

You love the spotlight,
just the same as me.

Maybe more.

And how the fuck am I supposed
to get the jump on this?

Lie, cheat, bribe, beg.

My personal style is
all of the above.

Just don't mention my name.

The brightest boy.

Jesus. Okay.

I have all these bills.

I need to know something is
being done for my brother.

As expected, I'm meeting a lot
of resistance from the city,

the union
and the construction company.

They won't admit
to any culpability

for Hernando's accident,

but I am pushing
as hard as I can.

I'm grateful for your help,
but we need money right now.

Needham Industries owes
your family restitution.

We will put a number,
a high number, on the suffering,

and we will get that money.

When?

I can't give you an exact date.

So many lies.

What was I thinking,
coming here?

So tight.

Clearly, you're under a lot
of pressure.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, I can feel the tension.

Maybe you should find a job
with less stress.

Ow! Oh.

I'm sorry.
Was I being too hard?

No.

That's the spot
where I was wounded.

- Oh.
- I'm sorry.

I thought this would be good
for me. It's...

I was wrong.

Okay. Thanks, Libby.

I'm trying
to get in touch with Benny.

She hasn't called me back
since last night.

She's not a cloistered nun, Jen.

She's either in class
or in the library,

so just leave her alone,
all right?

So when are you meeting with
the lawyer about the lawsuit?

Uh, later today.

Maybe.

Maybe? You're nervous.

Why would I be nervous?

Look, I know
how hard it is for you

to talk about what your father
did to you, but you'll see.

Ari Kruzs, he's a good listener.

Hey, you're home early.

The Drydens are attending
a gala.

They're spending the weekend
at Fairmont Copley Plaza.

Oh, must be nice, living in
a fancy mansion on Mount Vernon

yet still being rich enough
to weekend at the Fairmont.

How did you know
they live on Mount Vernon?

You must have told me.

No, I didn't.

Well, Sue Stanton, then.

What's the big deal?

Jennifer, don't do
anything stupid.

Stupid? Like what?

Like going over to the Drydens
and knocking on the door.

Oh, my God. Fuck you, Jackie.
I would never do that.

Yeah, you would, 'cause you got
this idea in your head

that I want to go back
to shoveling shit at the FBI.

And you might go over
to the Drydens'

and stir up some other kinds
of shit.

Well, let me tell you something.

There's enough shit going on
over there already.

The man I married
is still the man you are.

At least I hope so.

How the fuck did you get this?

Jennifer? Jen?

Shimizu refused to negotiate
with Suferin.

She thinks he's lying.

Yeah, I know. I spoke with her.

For once,
she and I are in agreement.

Ah. Bully for you.

That witness I mentioned?

He's willing to testify

that Plunkett
and Knoche killed Andrews.

Now, we just need to lean
on the two of them

to see if they'll confess
to the murders.

Plunkett'll cave before Knoche.

Then he's our first stop.

How do you feel
about small spaces?

Concrete walls,
thick metal bars on the windows?

You come in here for a friendly
visit, and that's what you ask?

You know, maybe they'll give you
Curtis Whitaker's cell.

The fuck is he talking about?

We found someone willing
to stand up in court

- and point at you.
- Who?

Ah, poor Gary.

His legal fees
are gonna be sky high.

Mm. Probably have
to sell this nice house

to pay for the lawyers.

Who's this witness, huh?

Somebody I arrested once?

Good luck trying
to convince a jury

that shit ain't payback
for a righteous collar.

No judge is gonna believe

a waste of flesh drug dealer
over me.

Have you seen my record?
Three Hanna Awards for Bravery.

Gary, we never mentioned
a drug dealer.

And you nominated yourself

for those three fucking awards.

Listen, our witness is gonna
testify that you peddled drugs

and shot Duke Andrews.

Coupled
with the fraudulent affidavits

you had a junkie sign, uh,

they're gonna be carrying you
out of Walpole in a body bag.

Do you want
to be there all by yourself?

- Imagine Knoche...
- Mm.

Walking around free,
getting laid...

- Mm.
- Laughing at you.

Mm.

I didn't kill nobody.

Not Andrews, not Dunleavy.

Well, testify against Knoche,

maybe ADA Ward here will
split your prison time

with Knoche 90-ten.

Ten years? That true?

Uh, mm, anything's possible.

You know, it's not polite

to invite yourself
into someone's home.

Well, I didn't feel comfortable

having a conversation like this
at my office or at a bar

or anywhere remotely public.

Last year, the Dryden Foundation
started a college scholarship

for young women
from poor backgrounds.

The five women who applied
for the grant are Lucy Chan,

Angela Hicks, Irina Zhevakin...

Dominique Zanghi
and Bette Williams.

Yup, but here's the rub.

Irina was rejected
after she filed a police report

accusing Dryden of rape.

A week later, she recanted.

Suddenly,
the sex was consensual.

A woman's purpose is
to procreate,

and a man's is to force her to.

Who said that?

I did. Unfortunately.

So, your father is charging you
with assault

for an incident that took place
on August the 20th.

According
to Mr. Congemi's lawyer,

they would like to keep
this case in the civil court.

That means your father
is doing it for the money.

Oh, yeah. Typical. Yeah.

That son of a bitch just takes
and takes.

That's all he's ever done.

Okay. So we settle
or we don't.

Jackie won't give him a cent.

And you?

I won't give him half a cent.

Then we will need people
to testify on your behalf,

to, uh,
confirm that your actions

on August the 20th
were justified.

Tell me,
was there anyone else present?

Yes, uh, there was a priest.

Oh. Excellent.

May I ask you a few questions?

Yeah.

Did you feel threatened when
your father entered your home?

No, I don't know.
I don't know what I felt.

Well, did he say anything
or present himself

in a physical way
that made you feel endangered?

Would you consider this
an act of self-defense?

Uh, that, well...
That's a lot of questions.

I, uh...

I don't know. I, uh...

I-I cracked. I-I cracked.

All right. Yeah,
but perhaps there was, uh,

an instigating factor
that led you to hit him?

Maybe something from the past?

Mm. Um, you know,

maybe... maybe we should do this
another time? Is that...?

All right, but, uh,
the clock is about to gong,

and representing you

without having all the facts
makes it harder.

So, when you feel ready...

sooner rather than later,
I hope...

you come back to see me.

Okay.

Mrs. O'Brien?

I'm Siobhan Quays. I'm
representing Hernando Mendoza.

Oh, yeah, the gal from the ACLU.

You tried convincing my husband.

Timmy can't risk losing his job.

We're barely hanging on
by a thread.

Can we talk? Just for a minute?

I know how much your husband
would risk

by saying what happened
the day Hernando was hurt.

Yeah, the union
would blackball him.

It's a long process.

If they do,
I'll help you sue the union

for wrongful termination.

Yeah, we could lose in court.

Yeah, but if your husband
comes forward,

the Mendozas will be awarded
a large settlement.

His family is also
hanging by a thread.

Look, they're nice people, sure,
but I got two daughters at home.

Pepe's aunt can't afford
to house him forever.

There's a good chance the boy
might end up in foster care.

That might do real,
long-term damage,

depending on the family
with whom he's placed.

Just no way to know.

Tim's off today. Come at three.

I'm-I'm not making any promises.

Thank you. I'm very grateful.

Yup, yup.

Rohr residence.

Hello?

Hi. Yeah, I just got
a missed call.

This is the Copley Plaza?

Oh.

Yeah, it could have been,
uh, Sinclair Dryden.

Yes. Yeah, if you could
please connect me.

Thanks.

Hello?

Hi. Is Mr. Dryden there?

No, I'm sorry. He's not.
May I ask who's calling?

This is Jenny Rohr.

Why did you just call my house?

Oh. Um, I'm so sorry.

I just... I must have dialed
your number by accident.

I don't know you, lady, but, uh,

I'm pretty sure you don't
do anything by accident.

Irina Zhevakin?

Special Agent Jackie Rohr.

I'm here legally.

I have F-1 visa.

- I have paperwork in dorm room.
- Oh, no, no.

I'm the FBI.
I'm not Immigration.

Need to calm down.

I just wanted to discuss
a sexual assault complaint

that you filed
against Sinclair Dryden.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Could you just sit still
for a minute?

I need to study.

Well, correct me if I'm wrong.

You were unable to finish a
couple of courses last semester

because of a stint with mono,
the kissing virus?

Your F-1 visa allows you four
years here at Harvard undergrad.

Are you planning
on extending your visit?

I hope to.

I would like to.

I want to get my doctorate
in biochemistry.

Hmm. Too bad that scholarship

from the Dryden Foundation
fell through, huh?

Please go away.

So, the two of you were
in the vent?

Yup. Hernando was telling me

how Pepe got picked to play
goalie for his soccer team.

The guy was so thrilled

'cause he'd been training
the kid for months.

Hernando was reaching
into his pocket

to show me a picture of Pepe
in his jersey

when the rebar came
through the ceiling

and went straight through
his plastic hard hat.

Did you notice beforehand
that the vent ceiling

above you was unstable, or...?

We complained the day before

that the conditions
weren't safe, yeah.

We were told the problem
would be taken care of.

We were ignored.

Jesus Christ.

Alie, give Susie her doll back!
Now!

Sorry.

- Kids.
- No problem.

Did Hernando drink on the job?

Hernando is a good man,
a careful man.

I mean, he liked to drink
but never at work.

He wouldn't put himself
or anyone else in danger.

Which is why his family
needs you to come forward.

You're their best,
maybe only, hope.

Tim will do
whatever's necessary.

Describe
your activities in Roxbury.

Me and my partner Randy Knoche
were running drugs,

supplied by dealers
living in that neighborhood.

Well, describe your connection

with Officers Suferin,
Andrews and Dunleavy.

They were trying
to horn into our business.

And how did you and your partner
react to that?

We told them to get off
our backs, they didn't listen,

so Randy shot Andrews, and we
pinned the murder on Whitaker.

And Dunleavy?

He was still playing hardball,
so Randy killed him, too.

He would've whacked Suferin

if you hadn't sent
that jizzball away.

"Good Ol' Days" by Levert

Can we get 'em back?
Yes, we can

Can we get 'em back?
The good old days

Can we get 'em back?
Yes, we can

Can we get 'em back?
The good old days

Can we get 'em back?
Yes, we can

Can we get 'em back?
The good old days

Can we get 'em back?
Yes, we can

Can we get 'em back?
The good old days

Ooh, bring back all those...

Fuck, I'm happy.

I am, too.

Plus, Plunkett implicated
Suferin in those drug deals,

so maybe we can add ten
more years to his vacation.

I hope he gets a pair
of beach balls up his ass.

Goddamn.

- Well, I have to go, I...
- Oh, yeah, you should go.

- I've always wanted to, but...
- It's beautiful there.

- Dermo.
- Talk to you later.

Oh, God.

What happened to your face?

Y-You look like you got
hit by a bus.

Yeah, almost. Fell off my bike.

- Oh. Did you see a doctor?
- Not yet.

Okay, don't tell me
you're one of those guys

who waits three days, hoping
the pain will just go away.

Some pain never goes away,
Jenny, you know that.

Yeah.

Hey, uh, look, if... if I asked
you to make a statement

about the day
that I hit my father,

would you be willing to say
that my actions were justified?

- Yeah. Sure I would.
- Okay.

But first, I-I want
to tell you something.

Oh.

I, uh...

I don't know how to say this.

Oh, look, I-I am so sorry

that Jackie found out about you
and the other priest and...

No, no, no, no.
I-I don't care about that.

Okay. Then, what's up?

This.

I've been wanting to do that
for a long time now.

Uh...

Ms. Kassell,
if you don't settle,

Mr. O'Brien will testify,

and that would cause
Needham Industries to lose

a lot more money in legal fees
and future earnings.

I don't think I can settle.

As I said, Thomas Kelly
is no longer CEO at Needham.

I am.

I'll need some time
to review the documents

pertaining
to the alleged injury.

The Mendoza family
doesn't have the luxury of time.

And the injury isn't alleged.

Mr. Hernando Mendoza
is in a coma.

I'm moving as quickly
as possible.

Thank you for your patience.

Ms. Quays?

Uh, watch tomorrow's
six o'clock news, Channel Four.

You're off the hook
for Dunleavy's murder

and you still look like shit?

When my kids come over
to spend a night

and I say something
or tell a joke,

they-they look at me
like I'm Daffy Duck.

I-I've started to realize

how much I relied on Maggie
to parent the twins.

Man. Which...

She learned Spanish to help
Julietta with her homework.

And goes to every one
of Aiden's hockey games.

I, I never even been
to a parent-teacher conference.

- I'm a shit father.
- No, no.

Look, e-every father
probably feels this

at one time or another.

All right? Just, uh...

I don't... uh, uh,
take your kids out.

You know,
go have fun with your kids.

Aiden and I were supposed to go
to a Bruins game Saturday,

but Maggie says he needs
to study for a science test.

You know, he sucks in science,
like I did.

Julietta's got
a new boyfriend, so...

she has no interest in spending
any time with her dear old dad.

Yeah, well, you know, shit,

you can have fun
without your kids, right?

Look, Chris,

there's a woman out there
who will make you laugh.

I'm not saying propose,
just buy a girl a drink.

So, with Doucette
willing to testify,

I'll be able to build a solid
case against the two rogue cops.

I should hit the road.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
um, the Mass Pike

will be bumper to bumper
right now, so...

B-Before I leave,
can I ask you a question?

Have you and Siobhan discussed
the idea of seeing a therapist?

To talk about the night
she was shot?

About the miscarriage?

Yeah, man. Yeah, you know, uh...

I've-I've brought it up before,
but, uh...

- I-I can't force her to go.
- Of course not.

Damn.

You know, I had a gun and a
Kevlar vest and I still ended up

with a hole in my stomach,
lying in an OR,

hoping to Christ that the
surgeon knew what he was doing.

Luckily, he did.

We heal from within, brother,

but not without a shitload of
help from those on the outside.

What a pity...

Look, do whatever you can
to convince Siobhan.

She is too precious to lose.

Yeah.

What a shame, what a pity

The woman I had took
her love away

Yeah, uh, hey, uh,
this is, this is Benny's dad.

Yeah, y-you're
the roommate, right?

I'm-I'm sorry, I forget...

Libby. Libby, yeah.

Hey, uh, let me talk
to Benny, okay?

Oh, she's not?

Uh-huh.

The Poconos?

Did you hear she's going away
this weekend with Faust?

No.

But like you said,
leave her the fuck alone.

Well, sure, if she's in
the library, but the Poconos?

That's a whole other
kettle of tuna.

Oh.

What's the matter with you?

You're as nervous as a cat
about to be spayed.

I-I went to, uh, I went
to see the lawyer today.

Yeah, Kruzs thinks, uh, you
know, maybe we should settle.

Are you fucking kidding me?

After you told him
all the sick shit

that your father did to you?

Oh, fuck.

You didn't tell him,
did you, Jen?

Jesus.

You know, what do you think
will happen if I admit

that my father abused me?

You know, my past
will just magically disappear?

Look, if we don't pay
that bastard the money,

he's gonna come after me
some other way.

Okay? And then everything
will just come out.

Well, if you don't
tell him, I will.

Oh, well, it's easy for you

to be the pillar
of fucking honesty with my shit.

But when-when have you ever
faced the truth about yourself?

Huh? And-And more
than just saying,

"Oh, Jen, I'm a,
I'm a piece of shit."

You know? Be man enough to admit
who you are, good or bad.

Oh, don't go quoting
that fucking fag priest to me.

I know exactly who I am.

I am the guy who is trying
to keep you, us,

from handing over our bank
account to that drunken creep

that you call a father.

You want to pay Kruzs's legal
fees for the next ten months?

Fine. It's coming out
of your pocket, Jen.

Yeah.

I don't have a pocket.

I can tell you're miles away...

Hey, hey, Jackie.
Long time no see, huh?

- Yeah.
- I was so happy

to get your call.

Hey, uh, I've missed you,
buddy boy.

Yeah.

- All right, well, I'll see you.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Why you got to rush off?

Come on, sit a minute.

Hearing from you,
geez, it took me back

to when we were kids
in the old neighborhood.

I mean, how different
life has turned out to be, huh?

Yeah, back then,
we were dumb as dog shit.

Dumb? Nah.

Jesus Christ, Red,
we wanted to be superheroes.

We wanted to be the good to
combat all the evil around us.

You remember, we even made

fucking capes
out of our bedsheets?

Fuck...

Maybe we're still dumb
as dog shit. I don't know.

I mean, you look at me.

I'm doing a dirty job, um,
ignoring my boss's dirty secrets

so I can make a shit ton
of dirty money.

And the sad truth is

that, even knowing what I know,

I don't want to stop.

I want to buy my wife
a fucking mansion.

I want to pay
all my daughter's tuition

so she doesn't have to work off
student loans

for the rest
of her fucking life.

Does that make me a reptile?

Or just a human being
getting by?

Hmm?

Having choices makes a human.

Choosing to stop Lex Luthor,
that's what makes a superhero.

Oh, baby

Show me how to feel inside

Show me how to fight
back the tears

Push it all aside

How to let it all go

Just so tired of fighting

Lay it down

Before

I need help.

Oh, you finally
figured that out, huh?

You asked me to testify
at Suferin's trial, I did.

I split the truth in half,
he's in prison. You owe me.

- I don't owe you shit.
- Fine. Be an ingrate.

But I'm here about a case
that could be a big

fucking bull's-eye for you, Dee.

Involving who?

Shit.

Goddamn it all.

I just love
living on easy street.

Is this about Sinclair Dryden?

Yeah.

Fuck... What, what,
he stop paying you?

Would make it a lot
easier on me if he had.

What did he do?

He drugged and then raped

a number of young women.

One filed charges and was
threatened into silence.

Another was paid off,
a third overdosed and died.

Jackie, I got a lot on my plate.

Are you familiar
with John White Webster?

Beloved lecturer at Harvard Med,

had more financial problems
than Kim Basinger?

Well, George Parkman,
who was a scion

of one of Boston's
richest families,

he, like many others,
lent Webster money

so that he could maintain
his highfalutin lifestyle.

And after a long time,
Parkman starts hounding Webster

to try to get the money back,
you know?

And Webster goes
fucking apeshit.

Kills the poor son of a bitch,
tears his body apart

in one of the most gruesome
murders that Boston's ever seen.

So, y-you're comparing
John White Webster to your boss?

Sinclair Dryden is worse.

He rips these poor girls apart,
but they got to go on living.

Is this about you wanting
your badge back

or about what happened
to Benedetta?

Maybe a little of both.

But even I can't look
the other way

when I see what this
wealthy come stain has done.

So you gonna help me or not?

Not.

I can't risk you fucking me over

like you've already done
twice before.

Thank you, Katherine Preston,
at City Hall.

Now we turn to the Big Dig.
I'm here

- with Cassandra Kassell...
- Oh, Siobhan.

- ...CEO of Needham Industries.
- Siobhan!

Thank you for coming
on the show tonight.

Oh, I'm happy to
answer any and all questions.

Let's address
the recent accusations

against your company,
regarding injuries and deaths.

Needham Industry prides
itself on making sure

its employees are safe,
both medically and financially.

Hernando Mendoza was injured
during his shift

at the Big Dig six weeks ago.

Prior to that sad day,
we had received complaints

about Mr. Mendoza
drinking while on the job,

so the cause of the injury

seems to be at fault
with the fallen.

The ACLU says differently.

They anticipate suing you
for negligence.

Yes, I was contacted
by, uh, Siobhan Quays,

uh, the lawyer for Mendoza.

I should also tell you,
I spoke with a member

of the legal team from
Ms. Quays' previous employer.

Rawls & Goodwin say
that Ms. Quays was fired

several months ago
for mental instability.

The fuck?

The Mendoza family
shouldn't trust Ms. Quays.

She's not prepared
for what she's up against.

And there might be
more unsettling skeletons

in her closet...

Are you fucking kidding me...
A-Are they serious?

- O-Okay. Just-just hold on...
- You've got... Come on.

...right there, baby,
I got this.

I can't just sit on my ass
and do nothing...

I know, I know,
a-and you would take on

the whole world for me,
and I love you for that, but...

...this is my fight.

My reputation.

You know her?

Not intimately.

But she's friendly with
quite a few of our regulars.

She's still on the clock,
if you know what I mean.

Whatever she's having is on me.

That could end up being a pretty
expensive drink, my friend.

- Morning.
- Morning.

May I help you?

Uh, Michaela Freda,
I'm from The Phoenix.

I'd like to ask you
a few questions.

I left my position
at Rawls & Goodwin

to do public service here
at the ACLU.

I don't know who spoke ill
against me,

but if they come forward,
I'd be happy to face them.

Noted.

I'm actually here about
your late friend Lulu Harris.

I was notified that, in 1978,
you both may have played

a role in the hit-and-run
of Taylor Malcolm.

Security.

Uh, who notified you?
Needham Industries?

If you want my article
to be balanced,

you give me
your side of the story.

Were you or were you not
in the car when Taylor was hit?

I have no further comment.

You can throw me out,
I'm not gonna go away.

I spoke with Andrew Goodwin.

He'll be issuing a statement
denying the claim

that I was fired
for instability.

Oh, great.

Unfortunately, that's only gonna
do so much good.

The honest truth has a hard time
erasing an ugly lie.

Show me how not to be afraid.

You ready?

All right, now keep your feet
shoulder-width apart.

Remember, steady your breathing.

Slowly squeeze on the trigger.

All right, keep-keep it
at eye level.

Find your sight.

No.

The gunshots remind me
of that night. I-I'm done.

Okay. Okay, hey.

You know, before Louie left,
he suggested going to therapy.

He said that makes
a real difference. Hmm?

You know...

Anything to make the noise stop.

Okay, I'm here.

So, what changed your mind
about helping me?

Pity. I pity you, Jackie.

No one wants to talk
to a washed-up FBI agent, hmm?

Your investigation into Dryden
will only get you so far.

Well, I appreciate your concern
for my well-being, Dee,

but I got a sneaking suspicion

that you got
another axe to grind.

Yeah, well,
we give too much power

to rich white men like Sinclair.

They think they're gods,
invincible.

When, really, they're just
thugs who use their clout

to control the system

or to control those
who have no control.

Let's show Dryden
how impotent he really is.

I love it.

Decourcy Ward
fighting fire with fire.

I'll light the match
and you stoke the flame.

But, Jackie,
you fuck me over again,

I'll hammer the final nail
in your coffin.

Fair enough.

Oh, baby

I can tell you're miles away

With the same empty look
in your eyes

Still search

For something we both can't find

You should know by now

Honey, I feel your pain

But the years,
they're all one and the same