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Forget every nice thing
I said about Grace Campbell.

You bury that whole fucking family.

I want justice. I want justice
for Decourcy Ward.

I want justice for his wife.

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Is my ma still out there?

She's with us, Anton!

How else would we know
where to find you?

No! No!

- Fuck!
- What the fuck happened?

He fucking wheeled on me, Chris.

He wheeled on me!

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Don't fucking touch me!

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No. Holly! Hey! Hey!

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You know what?

Fuck you.

Yeah. I'm gonna find him myself.

Oh, and if you do,

don't expect a touching reunion.

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Now, I made this choice.

It's a permanent reminder of
who I am, what I stand for.

Go on.

I did a good deed, and
I feel good about that!

So shut up and let me have this.

Rohr.

Thought you were off to Lakeville.

- Who'd you have to screw to stay?
- No one... yet.

Now tell me what the fuck's going on,

or I'm gonna start a little rumor

that you and your partner
are playing dick hockey

in the back of your Toyota.

Arms deal went belly up last night...

three bog-trotters and a Greek.

Used the casket to smuggle weapons.

Got five rifles,

two semi-automatics, couple of handguns.

To what exotic location
were they attempting

to transport the weapons?

Ireland.

To the IRA, I'm guessing.

"Killing is forbidden

unless you kill in large numbers

and to the sound of trumpets."

You know this one?

Never seen her before in my life.

Hey, Decourcy. Good to see you.

I'm glad you came out to play.

That's what we're doing?

Playing?

I'm not sure. I'm still sober.

Weller, double, but in two glasses.

- Very good.
- Hennessy, rocks, please.

You believe this clusterfuck in
Los Angeles... Rodney King?

Two cops were found guilty.

Yeah, and two more,
guilty as Pontius Pilate,

were deemed innocent.

Here you go.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

All right, now, look, you
didn't call me here to talk

about shitstorms in Los Angeles, huh?

I want you at the table with
me for Kelvin Campbell's trial.

No.

What we have in Braxton
Summit is a hornet's nest

stinging this city a
thousand times a day

with drugs and killings.

Kelvin's brother shot my wife.

Sitting at his trial would look
like I'm after schoolyard revenge.

Revenge to some, justice to most.

You don't need me.

The case is all there.

Just use the-the rule of felony murder.

A Copeland gang member
was killed by a Braxton boy.

Doesn't matter if Kelvin Campbell

pulled the trigger... he was present.

End of story. Guilty as charged.

Jesus.

You are so goddamn full
of self-righteous piety,

- you don't see what I'm asking.
- Mm.

The jury is five whites, seven Blacks.

Doesn't matter how guilty Kelvin is.

I'll look like a towering,
vindictive Caucasian bully

trying to convict a baby-faced kid.

Ah, you need me to be
your token Black boy.

I want you to do your fucking job.

I'm asking to be polite.

Suferin.

The Youth Strike Task Force
Officer Tony Suferin...

I want his fucking badge,

I want him in Walpole for
executing Anton Campbell,

and I want all your attention
paid to the cause.

After we convict Kelvin, yes.

Hey.

Annie Lennox, what are you writing?

- Don't touch that!
- Oh.

You still pissed off about me
missing that church solo?

Was your little friend Maeve there?

No. But I didn't expect her to.

Right now Maeve's probably
sitting on a beach

somewhere in California,
sipping a mai tai.

I'm happy for her, starting
a new life somewhere,

and I'm happy I helped her get there.

Yeah, well, sometimes we do
things that we think are good,

but they don't necessarily
turn out that way, you know?

That sounds like something
you tell somebody

before you give them bad news.

No, no, no, no. No.

You-you... what you did was good...

for Maeve.

And-and, listen, you know,
about the church solo,

I'm gonna be there next time,

- I swear to God.
- Yeah.

I'm guessing God's pretty tired

of hearing you swear
to Him all the time.

- Come here. Come here.
- Oh, God, what are you doing?

Is this your way of saying "I'm sorry"?

- Yep.
- Okay. Okay.

Miss, I'm gonna need some more sugar.

You're not worried about diabetes?

I'm distracting my heart
from the impending angina.

- Mm.
- But...

I'm guessing that you're not here

out of concern for my
continued good health.

I have a project for you.

I know there's thin ice under your feet

'cause of Holly Gunner.

This could help you
skate across that ice.

Holly Gunner's got
nothing to do with me,

but if you're interested
in my assistance,

I'm happy to listen.

Cop who shot Campbell... Tony Suferin.

I want to put him away.

He murdered Anton Campbell.

That could be the big, splashy
front-page comeback, huh?

I mean, it'll keep you from
getting transferred to nowhere.

- Me?
- Mm-hmm.

You want me to help
you bust a white cop?

No, thanks.

Siobhan.

I was hoping we could talk.

All right, come up to the office.

It's personal, not a legal matter.

- You here about Kelvin?
- Yes.

Seems to me that's personal and legal.

Uh, Siobhan, I truly believe

that there's still hope for Kelvin.

I want him to have a
chance to finish school,

find a job, have a family.

I've always admired you...

maybe more than my own mother.

Your impact on the community

is what inspired me
to go to law school...

where I studied the definition of crime,

the reality of evidence and facts.

Maybe deep down Kelvin is a good kid,

but the bottom line...

he broke the law.

I see.

This is nothing more
than payback for Anton.

Don't you go there, Grace.

Anton took Raina from Gloria and Darron.

When he shot me, he took away my future.

I grieve for your pain. I do.

And I pray that God fills
your heart once more.

But the system killed both our babies.

Anton is a grown man who
knew what he was doing.

Siobhan, I watched my son die.

Mine died inside of me!

Yes.

I'm sorry.

You are?

Then why wasn't that the
first thing you said?

Uh, Mrs. Ryan?

What are you doing here?

I read a book by a guy,
um, Dale Carnegie,

and he says a good businessman

should get close to his subcontractors.

Look, my kids are two seconds behind me.

Can we please just meet at the Ebb Tide

on Thursday like we agreed?

You missed our last appointment.

You need to pay me what you owe.

I need a couple more days.

- Cute kids.
- Hey, guys. Come on.

Bus is here. Let's go.

I'll see you at the Ebb Tide.

And, Mrs. Ryan? Don't be late.

Ma, who was that?

Don't worry about it. Just let's go.

Come on. Come on.

Hey.

Where's your sling?

Well, I went to the doctor today,
and he said I was fine.

I just need to keep doing the exercises.

That's wonderful.

And then Grace paid me a
lovely visit at the office.

About Kelvin's trial, huh?

That, and she attempted
to apologize for Anton,

but I didn't let her.

Just 'cause she asked for forgiveness

doesn't mean you have
to be ready for that.

- Yeah.
- You don't ever have to be.

Not ever.

So, instead, I lied and said
I wouldn't help Kelvin,

when the truth is, I can't
do a damn thing about it.

Hey.

He's so young.

In Roxbury, in those projects.

Oh, no, Siobhan, look...

the majority of young
people in Braxton Summit

haven't made the choices
that he and his brother made.

Yeah, and Grace worked really hard

to give them better options.

Letting Kelvin walk away
from what he's done

is not the right answer.

I'm not saying that he's innocent.
I'm just saying that, you know,

he... he shouldn't be crushed

for a past that he didn't deserve.

I don't know. Let's just
change the subject.

How was work?

Well, the lawsuit I've been
working on for months

was handed over to Myers.

Partners are coddling me like
I'm a porcelain doll, fragile.

They just want what's best for you.

Yeah.

Yeah, well, I'm the only person
who knows what's best for me,

and if I say I'm ready to work,

I'm ready to work.

Did you get my messages?

I've been trying to
reach you for an hour.

I got a meeting.

- Is this important?
- For me, no.

For you, very.

The Office of Professional
Responsibility

is calling you in for a review.

The board doesn't
conduct these interviews

unless they're sure they have cause.

So you can forget about
a transfer to Lakeville.

This could mean a boot to your backside.

Do you know Buddy Cianci?

- Mayor of Providence?
- Convicted of assaulting the guy

who was sleeping with his ex-wife.

He's my hero.

Comes from nothing, amazing career.

Even after they forced him to resign,

he still came back and
got reelected as mayor.

Nothing's stopping the guy.

They're gonna pick through
every case you've ever had,

and you've done a lot worse things

than beat up some idiot.

You know the raid that I was on?

The raid that killed Anton Campbell?

I can deliver the white cop
that murdered that kid.

According to the BPD, that
shooting was justifiable.

The bullet in the back of Anton's head

tells a different story,
and bullets don't lie.

You want to be having dinner

at the White House
with Bill and Hillary?

You can bury this rogue, racist cop

with an airtight civil rights case.

You are such a fucking toothache.

I don't give a shit

about dinner at the White House.

But you do care about
people in authority

hurting people that aren't.

In return for the white cop...

Make this OPR bullshit go away.

Only if what you purport to
be true is actually true.

I want a reliable witness
willing to testify.

Hand on the Bible. Done.

Done.

Hey, Officer Wallace.

You look like the cat that
swallowed the canary, but...

I'm not Tweety Bird, Agent Rohr.

Fuck you.

You were with Suferin right
before he fired that shot,

so you know whether he
was defending himself

or he executed Anton Campbell.

I didn't see shit.

Officer Wallace.

I looked you up. Your
jacket's pretty clean.

BC criminal justice,
applied to the Staties,

decided to go with the BPD.

Wife, Carol, kid on the way.

Leave my family out of this.

Hey, I know you didn't
murder that fucking kid.

I need to hear you say that he did.

He didn't.

Don't be a dope.

You are gonna be asked under
oath about what happened.

If you lie, you're gonna be shit-canned

by the estimable Boston police force.

A promising career,

squashed like a fucking cockroach.

I rat on a fellow cop,
my career's in the toilet.

Yeah, but you're not gonna be
doing 20 years for perjury.

Plus, you get to keep
that nifty new car.

Okay, I'm-I'm gonna give you some time

to ponder your two alternate realities.

Beep.

Time's up.

Not here.

Okay.

I'll drive.

Come on.

All rise for the honorable
Judge Aloysius Farisi.

All right, let's, uh... let's
get this cha-cha started.

Superior Court is now in session.

Case number 93-CR-3-11-10,

Commonwealth of Massachusetts

- versus Kelvin Demetrius Campbell.
- I love you.

District Attorney Guy Dan,

the floor is all yours.

Ladies and gentlemen...

this is a case about violence...

savage violence.

Your Honor, I am, regrettably,
forced to object.

The word "savage" is
biased and offensive.

Overruled.

Kelvin Campbell has time and time again

shown himself to be a dangerous,

- hard-hearted menace.
- Objection!

Your Honor, this repeated interrupting

is clearly a tactic by the defense

to derail my opening statement.

Objection overruled.

You will have your chance
to speak, Mr., uh, Kalil.

Let the man finish.

Uh, could you dance
a little faster, Guy?

The State will prove that the defendant

is a drug dealer, a gang member,

and a participant in a triple homicide.

You're going to hear from his mother...

"My son is a saint."

Well, we're going to show
you that his halo is fake.

The defense will say Kelvin
Campbell is innocent

because he didn't pull the trigger.

But is the man who
loads the gun innocent?

Is the man who cheers the killer on...

"Shoot! Shoot!"...

free of guilt?

During this trial, we will
examine the attitudes,

the actions of Kelvin Campbell,

a man...

whose life is teeming
with dark thoughts...

and, yes, savage violence.

Hmm.

Christmas came early.

I'll compare notes with
the Suffolk County DA.

But it's what I promised you, right?

Tony Suferin whacked Anton Campbell.

White cop, Black victim, bingo.

Amazing you're so full of joy.

Russ Wallace will most likely
end up shot in the back.

Friendly fire.

Who gives a shit?
But did you do your part?

Did you clear me out
of that OPR hearing?

- I tried.
- You tried?

That doesn't mean it won't go your way.

All you have to do is
not be Jackie Rohr.

You understand the charges

for which your son is being tried?

I do, and the DA is wrong.

Objection.

Your Honor, the witness
isn't a legal expert.

She is an expert on her son. Overruled.

Why is the district attorney wrong?

His whole life, Kelvin
has been a blessing.

He's grown into a young man
of strong moral character.

He would rather take on
the suffering of others

than see them in pain.

Can you be more specific?

He gave away his winter
coat to a neighbor boy

who wouldn't walk to school
'cause he was too cold.

That same winter, without his coat,

he saw an older woman slip
on the ice, hit her head.

As cold as he was,

he helped her to a bench
and prayed with her

until the ambulance arrived.

That's the kind of compassionate
young man he is.

Indeed.

Your witness, Guy.

Does your son sell drugs
out of compassion?

- Objection!
- Withdrawn.

You and Kelvin are close?

Yes, very.

I have here your sworn statement

claiming that you were
unaware of his drug dealing

and other criminal activities.

If you and your son are so very close,

how could you not know?

I like to see the good in people.

- Don't you?
- I do.

Sadly, there is none in this case.

Do you know Assistant
District Attorney Ward,

- working with me today?
- Yes.

And you know his wife, Siobhan.

Yes.

You know she was shot,

- and as a result, she miscarried?
- Objection. Relevance.

Yeah, help us out, Guy.

Where are you headed with
this line of questioning?

Mr. Kalil has touted the witness

as a champion in her community
and a beacon of honesty.

But you're willing to lie, aren't you,

when your family is involved.

Give false statements to the police.

All right, that's enough. That's enough.

You don't have to answer.

As for people getting shot,

most gunshot victims
in this city are Black

and from neighborhoods like mine.

But no one's seeking justice for them.

But now assistant district
attorney's wife gets wounded,

Black couple living downtown,

and suddenly Boston cares?

Is she any better than me?

No further questions.

Oh.

Why am I here?

I don't even know what I'm doing here.

Perhaps I came here to see Grace suffer.

Suffer like I did, like we did.

I should've known.

Only brought that suffering
back on myself.

These cycles of loss and grief,

of punishment and revenge.

Of course Grace would attack
me. She was being attacked!

I couldn't sit there and
watch Guy Dan use us

and what we lost as a tactic
to hurt another family.

Baby, I got you. I got you.

I got you, baby.

Have you lost your motherfuckin' mind?

Hey, do you mind? I'm
having a private moment.

You never said you were
gonna bring up my wife!

Maybe, but I never said I wouldn't.

When I saw her coming
into the courtroom,

looking all angelic...

I figured, "Why the fuck not?"

You crossed a line bringing my
family into this, you rat bastard.

Rat bastard? On a good day, yeah.

You call out Grace

for the damage done to Siobhan.

Look in the mirror, Counselor.

I filed a complaint against the DA.

What Guy Dan did to your mother

was the worst form of witness badgering.

- Yeah, that was foul.
- I will also try and suppress

the ballistics from
the Copeland shooting.

You seem nervous.

No, no. That's adrenaline.

We're gonna lose, aren't we?

Hard to say.

- Look, I want to take the stand.
- Kelvin, no. No way.

Desperate times, desperate measures.

Guy Dan will slice and dice him.

After what that DA did to Grace?

Attacking Kelvin may be the only thing

that gets that jury's sympathy.

Mr. Campbell, are you
gonna answer the question

while I'm still in my 60s?

My mother,

she got the mayor to send plows

when the Sanitation
Department forgot about us

after last winter's blizzard.

How is that an answer to my question?

Mama read the Bible to us.

"Do unto others as you would
have them do unto you."

But, um...

my brother and me...

we did the opposite.

I-I deserve to be here today.

I-I deserve to be locked up.

Kelvin, stop.

I'm changing my plea.

Your Honor, I request a recess

- to talk with my client.
- Granted.

I'm guilty.

Order!

Kelvin, why?

Officer, please take the
defendant in the back

so that he may meet with
his attorney in private.

This court is adjourned.

Dirty win.

I'll take what I can get.

Hey, I'm going to Regina's.

You want a slice?

Ooh, what's that?

Your letter of acceptance.

Or rejection.

You scared or what?

Yeah.

- Actually, beyond scared.
- Of what?

I don't know. If I don't
get in, if I do get in.

Let me see that thing.

It's so official, isn't it?

Ah, these things get
fancier and fancier.

You know, when I got into college,

it was a single piece of paper.

"Congrats. You're accepted. Enjoy debt."

Yeah, none of this
even feels real to me.

You know, college didn't
feel real to me either.

Not until I flunked my first course.

Or maybe it was my first blackout.

Your boyfriend get in?

Yeah, he got a scholarship.

You know, you've faced a lot, Bendrops.

You can face this.

I faced my past because I know my past.

But this...

- You got to open it.
- No, not me.

It's too much pressure. No. Mm-mm.

I can't.

Oh.

Oh, yeah.

- Mm-hmm.
- Well?

For God sakes, Dad.

Congratulations, Benny.

You're gonna wake up in
the City That Never Sleeps.

God help me.

I'll go tell your ma.

No, I want to.

Mom! Mom!

You busy?

Working on chapter seven,
"From Selma to Montgomery,"

but I need a break.

I heard about the trial.

All over.

Are you relieved?

Mm, one thing gets solved,
another doesn't.

It's been quite a while since
you've been here at my office.

Well, I thought I'd save you
a trip to the apartment.

You must be sick of our place by now.

And I'm sick of your cooking.

Hmm.

Ah, so tiny.

When you're a little girl,

everything seems larger than life.

I feel like I'm going backwards, Mom.

Like I've lost my way...

in my career, in my marriage.

This is a conversation we've had before.

You work hard. You care about your work.

What's different?

I want to make a dent in
our community like you do.

Like Dad did.

Then recharge your run for City Council.

I'm not ready for that.

Okay.

What do you have in mind?

What if I told you that
I'm gonna quit my job

- at Rawls & Goodwin?
- And do what?

I want to work for the ACLU.

That...

- that's a sharp turn.
- Oh, for God's sake, Mom,

I need to know if I'm
making the right choice.

I can't tell you what to do.

You've been to hell and back.

You know your own mind
better than anyone else.

I will say this.

Siobhan Quays will do what's best...

Like the daughter I raised.

Like the woman you are.

Oh, you look like Atlas about to shrug.

Uh, I'm just going through
the pregame checklist

of the shitty fucking day
that lies before me.

I'd be happy to console you
over whatever the bumps are,

but you never tell me what's what.

You should be grateful you don't share

that part of my life, Jen.

Mom, Dad, I'm headed to school.

- I'll see you later.
- Ah, bye, Benny.

I'm gonna miss that.

Yeah.

Carl Sagan says that someday

we're all gonna be able
to travel back in time.

I wouldn't mind going back

and reliving the day she was born.

Life was simpler then.

Pfft. Not even close to simple.

I can't let you loose on the world

with a screwed-up Windsor.
Get over here.

Come here.

Jeez.

Kind of ironic that...

I wear a knot named after the man

that abdicated the throne of England.

Well, guess it's fitting.

Thanks.

Agent Rohr, you don't get to decide

whether or not this point
is covered or laid to rest.

You're right, Mr. Corchoran.

My mistake.

- One of many, Mr. Rohr.
- Yes, ma'am.

Are you actually contrite?

Are you admitting mistakes were made?

I'm admitting that working for 25 years

as a decorated and
successful field agent

in a tumultuous arena
has its challenges.

Two of your informants...

Clay Roach and James
Ryan... were murdered.

They didn't live casual lives.

Did you investigate those murders?

- I did not.
- And why not?

The answer's right in front of you.

My purview is not limited
to the deceased.

I carry a dozen cases,
a dozen informants.

I don't have time for whodunnits.

Roach and Ryan helped
you close investigations,

yet your response to their
murders was what? A shrug?

No, my response was to do my job,

to honor my oath to
defend the Constitution

and the city of Boston.

Agent Rohr...

the litany of alleged
crimes committed by you

in the course of your
career is disturbing.

It's mind-boggling.

But the reason you are here today

is your involvement in the drug overdose

of Assistant U.S. Attorney Holly Gunner.

She was left outside
the ER of St. Eligius,

where, not coincidentally, your
former partner, Salvatore Clasby,

is head of security.

Who, I'm assuming, you've spoken to.

We have.

And what did he say?

His testimony is sealed,

but I think you know what he said.

Mr. Rohr, please, no smoking.

You'll be fine.

Well, obviously, all decorum
and impartiality

have gone out the fucking window.

You dragged me up here
to the sixth floor

predisposed to hang me.

Well, let me save you some trouble.

Holly Gunner snorted way
too much cocaine and OD'd.

I didn't want her to die, so
I took her to the hospital

where my friend Salvy Clasby worked

because I thought that he could help me

keep her fuck-up a secret!

She had a family, and she had a career,

and I didn't want her losing everything

over one mistake.

Salvy, open up!

Hey, you looking for Salvy and Tracy?

Yeah, dropping off some money I owe 'em.

Yeah, they're gone.

Went on vacation.

When are they coming back?

No idea.

Lot of suitcases, though.

- They even took the birdcage.
- Ah, great.

Oh, and this one means you'll graduate

summa cum laude from NYU.

Liar.

Either way, going to college
in September should be fun.

Fun?

Our lives will be entirely different.

We'll have to force
ourselves to go to class,

get weekend jobs, make our beds,

do our own laundry,
eat cafeteria food...

or find really good pizza.

We'll be on our own.

Okay, you're right. We're doomed.

Yeah.

Hey, why are you getting up?

Oh, my dad says when
a woman enters a room,

a gentleman stands.

Wow, your dad sounds like
a real Prince Charming.

Unlike my dad.

- Do you want a soda or anything?
- No thanks, ma'am.

Hey, Ma, Non called.

She asked me to take
her to physical therapy.

I hope you told her to take a taxi.

Yeah, I was gonna, but someone
convinced me otherwise.

Oh, is that your father's
influence again?

My dad always says family first.

- Oh.
- Non also was having trouble

at the pharmacy

with refilling her prescription.

She wanted to know if
you could go down there

and straighten things out.

- Yeah, but why can't she?
- She tried.

Got kicked out of Hailer's
for using foul language.

Yeah, well, serves her right.

Ma, she needs the drugs.

She's carrying a lot of pain right now.

Family first, Ma.

Hey, Faust,

tell your father he can go fuck himself.

Oh.

I'm not gonna work for
Rawls & Goodwin anymore.

After all that's gone on,
I need a change.

Hey, maybe now's not the time

to be making any big decisions. Okay?

I was shot.

Anton's dead. Kelvin's in prison.

There's been a lifetime of
pain in the last two months,

and I know you feel it, same as me.

For over a year now,

you've been killing yourself
to get made partner.

That was all ego. I know that now.

Everything is ego, baby.

It just depends on what you do with it.

I want to work for the ACLU.

I called them this morning.
The interview's tomorrow.

You know those cases will put you

right in the middle of
social and civil injustices,

like, right back to where you started...

between Anton and me.

Ma?

Hey, I got your meds,

but you got to take 'em with food,

so I got you some sandwiches
from Bubba's.

She's in physical therapy.

That's not till four.

Uh, well, an earlier slot opened up,

and she convinced Benny to drive her.

Say, your daughter's boyfriend, oh!

He's a handsome little fuck.

She better be careful with that one.

God, you sound just like Jackie.

He hates the idea of Benny dating.

Ah, I guess I do, too.

But she's amazing, you
know, rebuilding her life.

She's gonna be okay.

Yeah? What about you?

You asked Rosa about your father.

Yeah, and I got nothing out of her.

Big surprise.

Well, what do you want to know?

Maybe I can enlighten you.

All these years he's dead,
and then out of the blue,

Ma says he's alive, and he's a mooch.

I mean, what else do I need to know?

Maybe knowing more isn't important.

Maybe telling him a few things is.

That's where you'll find the shitbag.

You missed our date at the Ebb Tide...

again.

Y-yeah, I know. I know.

I-I, uh, I was trying to call you,

but my phone got disconnected, so...

so, y-you know.

The fucking NYNEX, man, you...

you miss one payment, right, and...

Just... you may have medical bills,

whatever else, and they disconnect yous.

Double chilled Patrón.

- You remembered.
- On my tab.

We're indicting Suferin.

Marshals are arresting him right now.

Well, that'll fuck up his day.

You made a solid case.

Thank you.

Stopped by your office.
They said you might be here.

The OPR is recommending termination

to the Inspector General.

He almost always goes along
with their recommendation.

I'm out.

Won't be official for a couple weeks.

There's no appeal process, right?

No.

You have to go to
court to be reinstated.

Or you can fly down to D.C.

and rim-job the Director of the FBI.

Well, Freeh's a good-looking guy.

If you close your eyes, lips are lips.

Ahh. Fucking Barabbas got a better deal.

You're happy. Right?

You got to bury me.

You didn't even need a shovel to do it,

just Clasby's tapes.

They're firing your ass
because you deserve to go.

On second thought, she's paying.

"From the Bible, man
has learned cruelty,

rape, and murder.

Belief in a cruel God
makes for a cruel man."

I need you to bless me, Father,

for I have sinned again.

You should keep an ashtray in here.

Genesis 3:19...

we all become ashes
in the end, Mr. Rohr.

Including your friend Maeve.

May her soul rest in our Savior's peace.

Been meaning to call Jenny,
see how she's holding up.

They became quite close.

Jenny is under the impression
that she saved Maeve's mick ass

when she gave her that money.

She has no idea that she
actually blew a fucking hole

in the wee lass' head, and
I would like to keep my wife

in the proverbial dark about that.

Understood. You have my word.

Is that what you came to see me about?

Yes and no.

I said I have something to confess.

Yeah, and what would that be?

Breaking and entering.

You see, I don't trust you, Father Twat.

I never have.

So I figured that I would check out

your personal space, you know?

See if there's any child pornography,

leather whips, cock rings,

something I could hold over you.

This burglary, are you asking God

or me for forgiveness?

I also looked at the
parish financial records.

Remember that money that
I gave you last year?

That donation, $5,000?

It never made it into the
church's bank accounts.

You're stealing from the parish.

And you're giving the money to the IRA

to buy fucking guns,

just like poor dead Maeve.

Now, I don't always see
eye to eye with God,

but I'm pretty sure that the
Almighty would not approve

of what you're doing here.

No one can speculate what
God's judgment will be.

Well, on a personal level,
I hope you're right about that,

but you should be more
concerned about my judgment.

You see, trafficking in firearms?

That's a federal crime.

That's five years imprisonment,

which is gonna be hard for
a hunk of cheese like you.

I'm a man of God, but I'm
also a man with a duty,

a duty to protect my people
against those bloody Unionists,

who'll murder an old lady
simply for crossing the street.

Look, I'm not here for a debate, Doyle.

You send one more fucking dime

to your freedom-fighting paddy pals,

and I will drag your
ass off of that pulpit

in handcuffs and straight
into deportation.

If I go back, I'm a dead man.

So we have a deal.

Yes, you fucking demon.

And if I needed you to testify

on my behalf, would you?

Not a chance.

That's harsh.

Well, how about you perform an exorcism?

Come on, bless me, Father.

Yeah, with pleasure.

God, the Father of...

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I want to... I want to see
you do-do the whole thing.

You know, with the hand and... you know.

Come on, come out here.

My thumb! My thumb!

Consider that your baptism.

I fucking own you now.

Baby... what happened?

Don't call me that here.

Just call me by my name.

I'm sorry. Kelvin.

Talk, Mama. We haven't got all day.

I... love you.

Yeah, don't say that neither.

How are you?

Do you need anything?

I need you not to cry.

I don't want to think about
that when I go to sleep.

Okay.

That story you told?

In court, about the winter coat?

That was a long time ago, Mama.

That boy is still in you.

Look, don't come back next week.

Why?

Seeing you will be all I think about.

And in here, I got to
think about other things.

♪ By the blood ♪

♪ That flowed from Thee ♪

♪ In Thy bitter agony... ♪

Hey, I forgot to tell you
something this morning.

Oh, yeah? What?

I love you.

Oh.

Yeah, what's... what's going on?

Can I ask you a question?

Perfect time.

Why me?

I mean, why'd you choose me?

Out of all the girls at BC,
there were lots of...

pretty, smart, funny women.

Why'd you choose the shy one?

- Fishing for a compliment?
- No, an answer.

Ah.

I was a pretty cocky son
of a bitch, as you know,

and I thought I deserved the best.

And I still chose you.

Oh, if you ruin this moment,

I swear to God,
I'll stab you in your sleep.

Just answer the question.

You know, what'd you...
what'd you see in me?

Marines, you know...

we can spot each other
without even saying "hello."

I can see it in his eyes.
He can see it in mine.

We've been through the same shit.

Um, I could tell by the
way that you walked

that you'd been through fucking hell.

Not my hell, your own.

I know where my father is.

He's alive and lives in the North End.

Oh, fuck me. He's in Boston?

Jennifer, don't.

Your father is a sleeping dog.

Just let him lie, fleas
and ticks and all.

Hey, guys, come on, hand me those bags.

Kick, give me the duffel.

Come on, what are you
waiting for? Let's go.

Guys might want to stay
in this shithole forever,

but I'm getting out of here.

But why Florida?

Kids, come on, get in the car.

Give me your backpacks.

Go. Seat belt on.

It's warmer in Florida.

Corie's there, your cousins are there.

People got hair down there
just like they do here.

I'll start another salon.

You're gonna start a new
school and make new friends...

nicer school this time.

You're gonna get to be an 11-year-old.

You want to know something your
father always used to say to me?

"If you don't say goodbye...

maybe you won't miss people so much."

I got to assume the
same goes for Boston.

Hey, whose daughter are you?

Frankie Ryan's.

I'm sorry, what? I-I must have
wax in my ears or something.

- I'm Frankie Ryan's daughter.
- That's right.

And who else's?

Cathleen Finnegan Ryan's.

You're goddamn right.

Hey, Boston...

You ready?

Yeah.

I really wish they would've let me speak

on your behalf at the hearing.

HUD CCRs are pretty clear.

Anybody in your family

convicted of a felony, you leave.

Rules are rules.

Take good care of yourself,
Ms. Campbell.

Do they know you got the 20
million for the Braxton Summit?

Them knowing is not important.

Better they enjoy the improvements
the money'll bring.

Well, I will tell them
next Sunday at church.

I will shout that news like
Moses from the mountaintop.

- Is that the last one, Nana?
- Yes.

I hope what's coming is
better than what is gone.

Take care of yourself.

Hey, get this man a double,

a beer, and all the peanuts he can eat.

Ah. You heard.

Yeah.

Let me ask you something, D.

If the OPR had asked you to come in

or if I'd asked you to, you know,
be a character witness,

what would you have said?

No, never mind. Don't answer that.

Thanks for nailing Suferin.

Heard the U.S. Attorney
is prosecuting him

with a civil rights violation.

Don't thank me.

Thank Lyndon Johnson.

You know, I wanted to take
down the son of a bitch myself,

but, truthfully, a federal sentence

is worse than any conviction
that I could've delivered.

Well...

does this mean you're gonna
miss me when I'm gone?

What you gonna do now?

I hear there's a...

there's a spot at, uh, St. Eligius.

They... they're looking for
a, uh, head of security.

Ah, no, no, no, I mean, uh, are
you gonna fight the termination?

Yeah, I got myself a lawyer.

Beacon Hill Brahmin...
fucking guy's got three names.

I'm gonna take these OPR dicks to court.

So I may still be asked to testify.

How's your bride?

In flux.

She must've been upset when she heard.

- Heard what?
- Kelvin Campbell...

took a beating at Walpole,
got his skull crushed in.

He's dead.

Holy shit.

What?

I just, uh...

I-I-I didn't think that I would care.

Um...

Well, you do.

Of course you do. That's who you are.

No, I'm a killer.

I knew Kelvin would die in prison.

Fuck, I might as well have put
a gun to his head and fired.

Hey, come on.

We're all guilty of something, kid.

That's the key to life.

Jesus, who's this now?

What?

Does, uh, Joe... Joseph
Congemi live here?

What do you want?

I'm, uh, I'm Jenny.

I'm his, uh, daughter.

He's got nothing to say to you.

Fuck you.

You can have it.

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