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pulsing, dramatic music

dark, atmospheric music

Bette wants to work for the Bureau when she graduates.

She comes seeking advice.

[Jenny] Sweet mother of God. Is that Letitia?

[Sue] That's her.

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

I'm Lourdes Mendoza, Hernando's sister.

This is Pepe, his son.

[Siobhan] 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.

[lock buzzes]

What do you want, Tony?

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

in Allenwood 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?

[Dan] 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. - [Decourcy] Listen, Chris,

I want Curtis Whitaker out of jail, yes,

but Suferin will not get an early release.

[Dan] 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.

[door closes]

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.

[rattling]

[lock clicking]

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.

[door closes]

[Decourcy] 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.

- [sighs] - "La Grange" by ZZ Top

Rumor spreadin' round

In that Texas town

About that shack outside La Grange

[indistinct conversation]

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

[grunting]

- 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?

[Letitia] 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.

[Letitia chuckles]

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. [laughs]

As the kids say, chill out.

- [sighs] - 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.

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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?

[Bette] I got it.

You're the guy from the Drydens'.

I got something for you.

[Damon] Bette, who are you talking to?

A classmate.

It's your boyfriend?

[sighs] 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 shitcan 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.

[knocking]

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. [scoffs]

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.

[squeaking]

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?

[laughing] 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.

[sighs heavily]

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?

[door opens]

[door closes]

[sighs]

- [sighs] - 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. [groans]

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.

[inhales and exhales deeply]

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.

melancholy music

The man I married is still the man you are.

At least I hope so.

How the fuck did you get this?

Jennifer? Jen?

[sighs]

[distant chatter]

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? [scoffs]

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.

[Caysen] 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.

Question is: 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.

[laughs] 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.

[Siobhan] Thank you. I'm very grateful.

[phone ringing]

[sighs] 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.

[line rings]

[phone ringing]

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.

[indistinct chatter]

[Jackie] 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.

[children chattering]

We were told the problem would be taken care of.

We were ignored.

[chatter continues]

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.

[Decourcy] 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...

[Decourcey] 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.

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

[laughs] Goddamn.

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

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

- Dermo. - [man] Talk to you later.

Oh, God. [gasps]

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?

[stammers]

This.

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

[Jenny] 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... [chuckles]

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.

blues music

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.

[scoffs] 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

[locks door]

[sniffles]

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?

[dog barking in distance]

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

[Jenny] 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.

- [silverware clinking] - 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?

- [stammers] - 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.

[The NEM Project's "Hidden Tears" playing]

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?

- [laughs] - 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?

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

- What did he do? - [sighs]

[quietly] 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.

[sniffles]

Jackie, I got a lot on my plate.

[exhales, sniffles]

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.

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

[interviewer] 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.

[interviewer] 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...

[stammers, sighs]

...this is my fight.

My reputation.

[exhales shakily]

[jazz playing]

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.

[moaning]

[panting]

- 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.

[sighs] 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. - [high-pitched ringing]

[breathing heavily]

[exhales] 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.

[blues music playing]

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