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*CITY ON A HILL*
Season 01 Episode 10

*CITY ON A HILL*
Title: "Mayor Curley and the Last Hurrah"

Sync corrections by srjanapala

[phone ringing]

- [Marie] Mom, the phone.
- [Cathy] I'll get it upstairs.

[Marie] Pop,
is Grandma all right?

[Richy] Yeah. Just a little
upset today, that's all.

- Hello.
- [Hayes] Cathy?

The fuckin' balls on you,
Tommy.

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Cathy.
- You're sorry?

You're sorry? Everything
my fuckin' husband did for you.

You're family.
You're gonna call here?

You rat fuck piece of shit!

Frankie's shitty little brother
Jimmy was the rat.

Tell me you think I'm wrong.

- [Hayes] Cathy?
- [banging]

Cathy!

- [phone clatters]
- Fuck you!

- Cathy, listen to me.
- [dial tone]

[sighs]
Fuck!

[bagpipes playing
"Amazing Grace"]

[bagpipes continue]

[car approaches]

[tires skid]

- Shit.
- [phone rings]

The fuck do you want?

[man] We have a location
on Tommy Hayes.

Well, bring him home.

[newscaster]
It's a beautiful weekend

here in Western New York.

Lots and lots of fun activities
for the family.

Check out
the Allentown Arts Festival.

And don't forget...

- [all shouting]
- Don't move, don't move!

[agent] Thomas Hayes!
You are under arrest!

[Tommy groaning]

Fuck you!

Fuck!

[indistinct chatter]

[Irish music plays]

[indistinct chatter]

Hey, excuse me.
Excuse me.

[Jackie] Hey,

they found this
with Hank's shit.

How'd you get
his belongings?

I imagine
he meant that for you.

You warned me.
I forgot. Lincoln Steffens:

"Boston has brought corruption
to the level of an art form."

I guess gettin' fucked is...

is what I get
for trusting another person.

So, here we are, huh?

You made the bust, the Ryans
are the Feds' problem now.

I'll take care of ya.

Nah. Don't.

"As usual, I alone was wrong.

All wrong...

but all right, too."

Again. Steffens.

Ya know,
when I was a kid,

we were fuckin' poor.

You could tell, 'cause of
the advent of redlining,

we liv... lived
with the black people.

And I used to sneak
into the Baptist Church

because I loved to...

I just loved
to listen to 'em sing.

I mean, I would... I would
sit in the back of the church

and I would see these people
sing and testify,

and I would think to myself,

what do they have
that I don't?

What do they know
that I don't know...

that lets 'em smile...
and sing like that?

I never figured it out.

Never.

All I'm sayin' is, Dee...

you're not alone.

When did you stop
giving a shit?

Honestly...

I couldn't tell ya.

♪ Melancholy music plays ♪

[indistinct chatter]

Why are you talking to him?

Signa is dead
because he had to be

the great fuckin' Jackie Rohr.

You think he's the only person
who knows how to play people?

Believe me,
I didn't forget what you said.

And when I come for him,

he ain't gonna
see me comin'.

[Barrett]
The state cop was killed

during the commission
of a federal crime.

[Jackie]
You know, as a U.S. Attorney,

you are a living,
breathing cliché.

You are doin' exactly
what we mocked the nuns for doin'

back at school
when we got in trouble...

you're makin' a federal case
outta nothin'.

Just kick the Ryan brothers
down to Suffolk

and let the D.A. try them
for the triple murder in Revere.

Of course, you don't care
about the Ryan brothers.

You already got your episode
of Chronicle on Channel 5.

And don't think I don't know
you're gonna be throwing

that one in my face in my face
for the next ten years

like you did the Angiulo bust.

I know I'm real tired
of hearing about Jerry Angiulo.

- Just sayin'.
- [Jackie] Not for nothin'.

But the Feds don't have
the greatest reputation

in this town right now,

and the papers are startin'
to get smart.

Don't look too good
for you, either.

And yet here
we are again on Chronicle,

and once again
people are hearin' "FBI"

and they think
of Efrem Zimbalist, Jr.

And why is that?

Because of me.

What do you want me to do?

This kid Ward,
his case doesn't mean anything to you,

but to him,
a win would mean something.

Hank Signa was like a father
to this kid.

Got shot right
in front of him.

Come on,
give him a break!

Uh...

if you want to ask us
as a favor.

You cheap, miserable fuck.

Ward used to work for you.

All right.

As a favor, then.

I owe you.

Then what the fuck

is this Ryan brothers case
doing on my desk?

I don't need this shit
right now. Get rid of it.

[Jimmy] Just listen. Listen.

[stammering]
You fuckin'...

You keep sayin'
the same thing...

over and over
and over again. Okay?

So I'm gonna keep tellin' you
the same thing back.

Immunity.
I want blanket fuckin' immunity.

You expect immunity
for everything,

everything you've ever done?

You think I'm gonna get up
on the fuckin' stand,

talk about
all the shit I've done

just so you can
fuck me later?

I hate to derail
your train of thought here,

but are you
out of your mind?

You don't exactly have the best
pharmaceutical facilities,

this place,
and it's been about 24 hours

since I had the medication
that I need.

So you're not too far
off the mark.

You wanna take a little trip
down to Bridgewood, hmm?

A little 72-hour
observation?

Yeah, withhold medical care,
that's good.

Hell, I might even leave here
with a civil suit.

I guess that's what
I should have expected

of an affirmative action hire.

[Rachel] Why is he
puttin' up with this shit?

You remember
the best lay of your life?

How is that question
at all pertinent?

I remember mine.
Girl I knew in law school.

Susie. She had a body
like Jane Russell.

Kind of a goofy face, but...

Then I met Elizabeth.

Very pretty, thought she'd
look good on a campaign poster,

so I married the face.

Being a prosecutor
just isn't enough for Dee Ward.

He... He just won't take
the collar on Fall River,

he wants to solve Revere too,

and make himself
a nice campaign poster.

I don't know.
Maybe he's smart.

Or maybe he'll end up like me,

wondering why he just couldn't
leave well enough alone.

[chair scraping]

- Okay.
- Okay.

I'll be honest with you.

I'll put you guys away
for killin' my friend

for attempted robbery,
etcetera, etcetera.

But I won't rest easy not having
justice for those guards.

[laughs]

Oh. Is that what
all this shit's about?

- Is it really fuckin' justice?
- Yeah, really. Justice.

So... I'm gonna put you
in the County tank.

I'm gonna put Thomas Hayes
in the same tank.

Then I'm gonna tell
the screws up there

- that one of you killed a cop...
- Yeah?

And the other is a rat.

See if you can bullshit
your way out of that.

[laughing]
Yeah. Yeah.

- Well, you're new to this.
- Hmm?

Not the job. Maybe I was
a little out of line

with that
affirmative action thing,

but you're new
to this situation.

Which is a situation
where you're fucked.

You're in trouble.

- Me? I'm in trouble?
- Yeah. Yeah.

See, me, I been in trouble
my whole life.

I couldn't possibly
make this worse for myself,

but I got nothin' to lose.

Which means, like it or not,

you're even more fucked.

You've been working this Revere
robbery for... for four months,

and now you're gonna put me
and my brother

and all my friends away for this
bullshit down in Fall River.

But that won't solve
who killed those Revere guards.

I can do that for ya, though.

For immunity.

I'll say it again:
blanket immunity.

[gate lock buzzes]

Heard you talked to Ward.

Yeah, I got myself
a little heat.

What'd you tell him?

I didn't say anything
about you.

Jesus fuckin' Christ,
you're the only person I know

that talks more than I do.

You worry about me
runnin' my fuckin' mouth?

You know,
I went to that funeral.

That state trooper that
your shithead friend killed.

I like to watch the crowds
at funerals. You know?

You can always tell
when the son of a bitch wasn't liked,

but this guy,
people were genuine.

And it got me thinkin'.

Have you ever thought about what
your funeral's gonna look like?

Do you know how many
fuckin' times

I've had my life
threatened today?

No, I'm not talkin'
about that.

I'm... I'm just sayin',
do you think that anyone

is gonna feel anything
other then relief when you die?

Your parents or your brother

or, uh, that girl whose life
you ruined down in Florida?

I mean, I'm sincerely
not tryin' to be a prick here.

You and me both, there is
gonna be people at our funerals

who are finally gonna be able
to fuckin' breathe.

You see what I'm sayin'?

And you're the guy
that I can talk to about this

who will understand,
who's sittin' in this cell

for rattin' on his brother
and

- his friends.
- What... What you tryin' to get at here?

I think the Catholic guilt
has finally gotten to me.

I've hurt a lot of people,

and I would like to be able
to bring them some relief.

Meanin' if I talk,
then I'm dead.

You know, I almost fuckin'
believed for a second,

for a second, that you're
a decent human being.

Ya know,
I know a lot, Jackie.

- Oh, you do, huh?
- Yeah. I read the papers.

All those stories in the Globe,
they just won't go away...

the Bulger brothers
and the FBI.

- Fuck do you know about that?
- Well, I could tell someone

how the relationship between
the FBI and an informant works,

among some other things,
like how the FBI

looks the other way,
you drop a body.

Like I said, Jackie,
I know a lot of things.

Seems you do.

Which shows you the difference
between wisdom and intelligence,

because if you were wiser,
you would keep that to yourself

and let everyone think
that you were smart.

Yeah, but see,
I-I get nervous,

I just start talkin', ya know?
I always been that way.

Now, I would be a lot calmer
answering questions

if I had blanket immunity.

Now, if only there was
some decent fuckin' human being

who could understand that
and who was wise enough

to do me that favor.

I like you, kid.

I really do.

I mean, I talk to you,
and I don't feel so alone

bein' the biggest
piece of shit in the world.

Yeah, the feeling's mutual.

Faggot.

"Faggot."

Shoulda killed
that motherfucker.

[rain pitter-pattering]

♪ Dramatic music playing ♪

[Jenny]
I just don't understand.

[Jackie] What did you think
was goin' on?

[Jenny]
Did you think had

some kind of an arrangement?
Like an agreement?

Are you really gonna look me
in the eye, Jackie,

and tell me you thought that
what you were doing was okay?

I just don't understand

how you could lie like that
that another person.

I-I understand lying...
I understand lying to yourself.

But how you ignore
that sense of empathy

that just tells you "no."
I don't get that.

Or maybe that's the part
of you that scares me the most.

Jennifer...

I tried being
with another man.

Don't... Don't say anything.
Listen to me. I tried.

I... I was there with him

and I just kept
thinkin' about you.

How it'd make you feel,
how it'd make me feel,

and I felt... I felt awful,
I felt sick to my stomach.

All you were thinkin' about
then was yourself.

Not me, Jennifer.
You. Yourself.

Wanna know what
I really thought?

I thought I didn't
feel anything for you.

But I was wrong.

And now I really
don't understand

how you could be with
all those other women...

unless you really didn't
feel anything for me at all.

No, that's not true.
I do. I do.

Okay, then how could you
come into our house,

look me in the face,
and not feel awful?

Look at me.

Really look.

Do I look like anything like
the guy that you married?

Look at my face.
I mean, look hard.

It shows.

What shows?

The sins. The loathing.

Jackie, if you really
want us to work again...

be that man
I always thought you were.

I don't know.

If you really
feel that way,

maybe you should
just stay here.

What is this shit?

Didn't know
you still worked here.

The guns. From Fall River?
The FBI selling them at auction?

Are you kiddin'?
Are we fuckin' gun dealers now?

What are you, afraid
they're going to Israel?

Money funneled to the Contras?
What?

Thi... This happens
all the time.

What the fuck do you mean?

After the FBI takes their cut,

the money goes
to the Signa family.

Well, I know his wife.

She isn't gonna accept
your fuckin' blood money.

Then she'll be the first.

[door opens, closes]

Ah. What, you got a date?

Nah.
I wanna talk to ya.

How many things of mine

are you and your husband
gonna break? [chuckles]

Don't change the subject, Ma.

Just... be careful.

I'm 49 years old,
you still tell me

what to do
in my own house?

[laughs]

So this is your house now?

Yeah, even Quasimodo
felt a sense of ownership

about Notre Dame.

So what does that make me, huh?

Oh, you poor, poor girl who had

such a terrible mother
all her life.

Get off your cross, Ma.

Hey, what does that INRI
above your head stand for?

I always seem to forget.

I had to take this shit
from your daughter,

and your husband,
and now you?

Fine.
But when I fuckin' croak,

you better not come cryin'
over my grave,

'cause I'll reach
through the ground

and fuckin' strangle ya.

Oh, you don't know
how right you are.

Are you loaded right now?

No, that's what you are.

You're the fuckin' hand
reachin' up through the grave.

[chuckles of disbelief]
Oh... Oh, my God.

I've spent my whole life
pretendin'.

Oh, here we go.

Pretending
I wasn't ashamed.

Pretending nothin' happened.

You made me do that.

You made be believe
it was my fault.

- And here ya are.
- Oh!

Ahh! My God!

You've been the fear
my whole fuckin' life!

What Dad did, that happened,
and it ended. But you...

you were there
every fuckin' day!

They should put you
in Bridgewater!

You're not runnin' out on me.
Not this time!

You're gonna stay here

and you're gonna listen
to what I have to say.

You're my mother.
You were supposed to protect me.

- I protected you.
- Oh, you still fuckin' talkin'?

I was a little girl,

and every day of my life
I've been afraid.

- You don't think I was afraid?
- That's the problem right there.

You were afraid.

There was never
any thought about me!

You godawful bitch!

What are you saying?

Pack your shit and get out.

Are you fuckin' kidding?

I want you out of this house!

This is my fucking house!

Think for a second, Ma,
about who I married.

I learned a few things
over the years.

If you're not out of this house
by tomorrow...

- You little bitch.
- No, I will burn

this fuckin' house down
with you inside!

You don't have the tits
to do that.

Yeah. More than that,
I will get away with it, too.

How'd you know
I'd still be here?

No rest for the wicked.

Which means that the hero
can't sleep too good, either.

What's keepin' you?

Jimmy Ryan.

His trial's a formality.

Formality for Fall River?

This was never about Revere,

it was never about
the three shitbums

in that armored car.

It wasn't even about
Kelly Kinicki for that matter.

This was about sending
a big "fuck you"

to the ones that
never listened to you.

This was about bein' heard.

Look.
You and I both know

those guys were involved
in what happened in Revere.

All right? But who else?
Who else knows that?

I-I can send 'em away
for Fall River,

but if I can't prove that
they killed those guards in Revere,

then I'm just gonna look like
I politicized a grand jury

just to get myself a big case.

Granted, it's what I did do,
but I can't appear that way.

No, in this fuckin' city,

you can do anything
and get away with it.

You can lie, you can cheat,
you can steal,

you can leave a woman
to drown in your fuckin' car

and still get elected.

No, Ted Kennedy
had something I don't.

Hmm. All right,
let's look at James Brown then.

The night that
Martin Luther King gets shot,

every city with more
than 15 black people in it

burns to the fuckin' ground,

but James Brown's got a concert
in Boston.

So Mayor White says to him,
"Put the show on PBS.

People stay home,
Boston doesn't go up in smoke."

And why did the Godfather
of Soul do us that favor?

Ten grand
in a fuckin' paper bag.

He took the money.

And did you know that story
before I told you? No.

But if you had
heard that story,

what you woulda heard
is that that was the night

that James Brown saved Boston.

What did you want, Ward?

I mean, honestly,
what did you think

you were gonna
be able to do here?

When this started,
another A.D.A told me

nobody would touch
the Revere Beach case. Why?

Because police
would hear the same thing

out of every
witness' mouth:

"I didn't see nothin'."

Code of silence.

They just accepted it.

I had thought
I could prove 'em wrong.

And, Jackie, I can.

But this fuckin' Jimmy Ryan,

he'll only talk if
I give him immunity.

You worked with him?

Yeah. Yeah, I worked
with Jimmy Ryan.

Is he reliable?

No.

So, I should not
give him immunity?

Honestly... Jimmy Ryan
is an an unredeemable cunt

and a liar.

He's a fuckin' rat.

♪ Dramatic music plays ♪

[Rachel] You can't
keep this pace up.

I already had to
bury one of you.

[humorless chuckle]
What I wouldn't give

to smell a disgusting
Italian sub right now

and know that the old man
is right behind me.

What do you think
he'd tell you?

Oh...

Take the victory.

Put 'em away for Fall River.

Uh... get back to work.

Then what are you waiting for?

You said you know
how to hurt Jackie.

Well, I mean, there's
nothing that I can prove yet,

but if you wanted
to get dirty?

Why... Why... Why would
Jackie Rohr tell me not

to offer his informant immunity?

Maybe he's looking out for ya?

No, no, no, maybe
he's John Paul Jones.

Maybe he hasn't even
begun to fuck me.

M-Maybe Jimmy Ryan
knows something about Jackie

that we don't.

You wanna know what
I would do here?

Fuck. Jackie. Rohr.

♪ Dramatic music plays ♪

I should give Ryan immunity.

Let the shithead sing.

[Decourcy] How would you
describe the defendant?

[Jimmy] Uh, he's a family man.

[Decourcy] Who just so
happens to rob armored cars?

- Objection. Leading.
- [door opens]

[judge] Sustained.

[Decourcy] I'll rephrase.

Does your brother
do anything to augment

his salary as a produce manager
at Purity Supreme?

[whispering]
I don't want you to see this.

I didn't get to say
goodbye to my father.

[Jimmy] Yes.
He robs armored cars.

I'm not letting
that happen to me again.

[Decourcy] How do you
feel about your brother?

- I love my brother.
- [Decourcy] You two get along?

Taken care of me all my life.

[Decourcy]
Ah, so you look up to him.

- Yeah, always.
- Hmm.

He taught you about "The Code"?

[Jimmy] The Code?
The Code of Silence? Yeah.

[Decourcy]
But here you are, Mr. Ryan.

[stammering] Yeah, I-I want
to make people understand

that my brother
is not a bad guy.

He's not.
He loves his family,

and I believe he did
what he did to protect them.

Which is what
in this instance?

My brother and I participated
in a number of robberies.

Rarely was anyone hurt.
But in the case

of the Revere Beach
armored car robbery,

the, uh... the guards
ascertained the identity

of my brother
and his accomplices.

And-And he and Thomas Hayes
killed 'em.

[spectators murmuring]

[Farisi]
Your Honor, a recess?

- [judge] Granted.
- [gavel strikes]

♪ Dramatic music plays ♪

[Frankie] I'm guessing
he got a plea?

[Farisi]
That's a fair assumption.

If my dear brother
perjures himself

on the stand,
his deal go away?

I'd imagine so.

Ask him about Kelly Kinicki.

You follow the news
at all, Mr. Ryan?

When I can.

Are you familiar with
the missing persons case

for a Mr. Kelly Kinicki?

Objection. Relevance?

Ironic that Mr. Ward
should object, Your Honor,

when the Grand Jury is
what lead to my client's arrest.

Irony does not define
relevance, Mr. Farisi.

- You need to do better.
- Well,

I'm-I'm just trying to establish
the character of the witness,

Mr. Kinicki is a known
associate of the defendant.

[judge] Objection overruled.

- Your Honor, a recess?
- Denied.

[Farisi] Did you know
Mr. Kinicki well?

- Yeah, sure.
- Excuse me?

Yes, I knew him.

Uh-huh.
How did you know him?

We grew up together.

Was he, um, a criminal
associate of yours?

- Objection.
- [judge] Overruled.

- [Farisi] Was he?
- You got my records.

No, no, records don't
tell the whole story.

They don't.
They don't.

[stammering] Maybe a kind
policeman offered to...

You callin' me a rat?

[Farisi] Well, what are
you doing here right now?

Your Honor...
Your Honor.

Mr. Ward, your witness
was smart enough

to open the door,
let's see if he can get through.

[judge]
Sit down.

♪ Dramatic music plays ♪

[Farisi] You know
Mr. Kinicki is missing?

[Jimmy] Yeah, obviously.

[Farisi grunts]

Do you know
how he went missing?

You're under oath, Mr. Ryan.

Do you know what happened
to Kelly Kinicki?

[music swells]

[sighs]

Yeah. I killed Kelly Kinicki.

[Farisi] And why
did you do that?

Because he was a
State Police informant.

[Farisi] Kinda like you now.

Yeah. He was a rat,
just like me.

Did Jackie know this?

About Kinicki?

Nah, it never came up.

He told me not to trust you.

Yeah, you're not
too good at listenin'.

See, I'm not a very good
listener, either.

They warned me.

They said,
"He always gets away with it."

Yeah, my deal's still
good though, right?

♪ Dramatic music plays ♪

[horn honks]

[tires squeal]

- Ya fuckin' bitch.
- All right...

You fuckin' bitch.

All those years
of crocodile tears

and you helped bury him,
you whore!

Are you fucking
kidding me?

You fuckin' kidding me?!

Get the fuck out of here.

You're gonna fuckin'
put your hands on me?

You're gonna come here

actin' like
I don't fuckin' know you?

I fuckin' know you,
you cunt!

I've known you your
whole fuckin' life.

You're garbage!

[spits]

Your whole fuckin'
family's garbage.

Your husband was garbage
and a fuckin' rat.

You better take your tired,
ugly fuckin' ass

away from my fuckin' house.

Do you hear me?!

Before I finish the job of
makin' your faggot worthless

piece-of-shit kid
a fuckin' orphan.

- Get the fuck outta here!
- [Babsie crying]

Get your shit together!

[panting]

Get my shit together
like you, huh?

Yeah, fuckin' look at yourself!

So, ya happy?

Ah, yeah, sure.

No, you're not.

But you gave me
a lotta relief.

That was the funniest
fuckin' thing I ever seen.

Dee Ward looked worse
than your brother.

And now for as long as ya live,
no one'll ever trust ya again.

But I trust you, Jimmy.

I'll always trust you.

Don't get any ideas,
friend of mine.

I got
a get-out-of-jail-free card.

- Why would I bother with ya now?
- Mm-hm.

Keep bein' smart, Jimmy.
Keep bein' smart.

- [Cathy] Hey.
- What the fuck you doin' here?

I want her to watch.

I want her to see her father
take whatever comes...

like a man.

And I want her to remember that,

so when she sees
her mother today,

she knows to never
to find herself

having to bring
her own daughter to court

to watch her husband
get put away.

[bailiff] All rise.

No matter what happens,
you never let anybody

know how you feel,
you understand?

[judge] Has the jury
reached the unanimous verdict?

Yes, Your Honor.

[clerk] On count one, the murder
of three armored truck guards

during the commission
of a felony,

how do you find the defendant?

Guilty.

[clerk] On count two,
grand larceny,

how do you find the defendant?

[juror] Guilty.

[clerk] On count three,
conspiracy to commit

armed bank robbery,
how do you find the defendant?

[juror] Guilty.

[clerk] On count four,
possession of illegal firearms.

- [juror] Guilty.
- [clerk] On count five,

trafficking
of illegal firearms...

on count six, carjacking...

how do you find
the defendant...

[voices fade]

♪ Dramatic music plays ♪

[handcuffs click]

I can tell them, Ma.
I can talk to them.

That's not how it works,
sweetheart.

But I saw him, I saw him do it.

You saw what?
What did you see?

I saw Uncle Jimmy hit Kelly.

I know you did, baby.

Then why is Dad
going to jail?

[sighs]

- 'Cause your father got caught.
- How?

'Cause Uncle Jimmy
told the police on him.

But Uncle Jimmy
killed somebody.

Yeah, they know that.

I'm gonna tell you somethin'.

No one cares.

The people that are in charge,
they got what they wanted,

and that's all that matters,

and they don't give a shit
about the rest.

What about us?

What'd your father always say?

"I'll take care of it."

Yeah.

And now it's our turn
to do that.

♪ Dramatic music plays ♪

[officer]
I don't know how you managed

to pull this shit off,
ya bastard.

You conned
a nigger prosecutor.

[laughs] Yeah. Yeah.

Why? You got any bodies
hanging over your head?

Because I got the
get-out-of-jail-free card.

I'll fuckin' cop to 'em for ya.

[officer] Oh, you're
a fuckin' prince, Jimmy.

[Jackie] Slide 'em in the trunk,
will ya, Bart?

Oh!

What's this?

Did you finally
have that stroke?

Do you even know what day it is?

She won't let me
into my own home.

- Who?
- Jennifer Marie.

Your daughter?

Your own daughter
threw you out on the street?

What could you have possibly
have done to deserve

that kind of treatment
from your own daughter?

Enough bullshit.
I helped you!

And do you know why
you were able to do that?

Because no matter how
bad I treated that woman,

there was nothing
I could do that was

any worse than what you've done.

And you think that now,
for the first time in her life,

she stands on her hind legs
and I'm gonna knock her back?

Nah.
I don't think so.

You're just like everyone.

You can't seem to learn
that you ain't that good...

and I ain't that bad.

I got nowhere to go!

You know, ya look pretty good
for an old broad.

Yeah. I mean, once ya...
once ya clean up.

So, here's what we're gonna do.

I'm gonna get you a corner on
the other side of the Common.

You stand out there
for a few hours,

and whatever money you make,
you give me 60%,

and I will take real good
fuckin' care of ya.

You fuckin' pig!

- Thanks, Bart.
- Take care, Jackie.

[phone rings]

Hello?

[Josh] Decourcy.

Uh...

Jos... Josh, hey, you don't...
you don't have to say anything.

I'm sorry.
You understand?

- Y-Yeah.
- The way that trial went,

I know the reality
of what happened,

but your opposition
will destroy us

for the deal you
cut with that man.

Nah... Hey, you don't... you don't
have to explain, I get it.

You... You can't back a candidate
for City Council

who just gave a killer immunity.

Thanks for
making this easy on me.

Yeah. Yeah.

[disconnects]

[Siobhan] Who was that?

[Decourcy] My former
campaign manager.

He calls now?

Now?

Are you really surprised
that Josh would take

the opportunity
to fuck me in the ass?

- Heh heh heh.
- [Siobhan sighs]

I feel like such a fool.

[sighs]
Things are bad now, but...

- They'll only get worse.
- Baby...

They gave me the rope,

and I proved them all right.

Everything they said about me,

even the shit that wasn't true,

I managed to prove them right.

And there isn't
a single one of 'em

who won't take the opportunity
to make sure that I know

they didn't need to kill me,
I did the killing myself.

You took a beating.

What did you tell me
when I couldn't

get an offer from
a single law firm?

What did you tell me
when I cried?

- Siobhan.
- What did you say to me?

- Don't do this.
- What did you say?

It's easier to bleed
than to sweat.

- That's right.
- It's from an old Poitier movie.

The line's still apt.

Feel bad for yourself tonight.

And get up tomorrow
and go back to work.

I honestly don't think I can.

You were proud enough
to take the risk,

to put us in this position.

Be proud enough
to accept the loss.

Nah, [stammering] I just can't
take feeling this dirty!

We've all been dirty.

No, no.

You know...

I-I just need
to be honest with you.

To feel like I can
stand to breathe,

I need to be honest
with someone.

And I fucked that up before...
and it...

Nothing's fucked for good.

Because I'm... I'm here.

I'm vulnerable here.

And I-I can't take the idea
of you seeing me like this

and... and not trusting me
enough to do the same.

I love you.

You trust me?

I couldn't love you
without that.

[Jackie] And this fuckin' kid is
shitting in his fuckin' pants.

We're driving to
a fuckin' bank robbery,

and he's driving like
he works for the IRS.

I had... I had to reach over
and hit the fuckin' gas pedal

- with my foot.
- [Keenan] Question is,

why weren't you driving?

Why is nobody asking
that question, Jack?

Slander.

I have never taken
a drink in my life.

- I work for the FBI.
- [laughter]

The kid ratted out
his own brother.

Ryan, Jimmy Ryan.
Unbelievable.

Well, like you once told me,

things aren't what
they used to be.

And you look like the hero.

Some things never change.

[Jackie]
Oh, fuck! Jesus.

The fuckin'...
This motherfuckin' watch.

I tell ya, Salvy, they never
give you enough credit.

You were smart to get out.
Very smart.

Jackie,
they forced me out.

Why do you think
I tried to warn ya?

The whole "you're fuckin' up
your life" thing.

They forced you out
for what?

Informant went bad.

- Oh, fuck me.
- Are you kidding me?

[Jackie] Oh!

This is the Tongs did that!

[Clasby] In lipstick?

Hang on, I got an idea.

[phone beeps]

[dialing]

- [woman] Hello? Jackie?
- Hello.

Hey, put your husband
on the phone.

Put your fuckin'
husband on the phone!

- All right, take it easy.
- [man] Yeah, what?

Hey, it's Rohr.
Listen, I need a car.

- Where are you?
- Down the Financial District.

- What?
- Red sedan.

Really?

- Down by Washington.
- Oh. All right, all right.

Hey, we're in luck.

Did I tell you that
I got fuckin' mugged?

I did.
Fuckin' couple three smokes,

fuckin' two-by-four.

But you know,
what really bothered me

is how fuckin' dumb they were.

There's a nice car,
illegally parked,

situation just screamed cop,

and they couldn't read
the fuckin' situation.

I mean, even moolies
at least be smarter than that.

It was just a better
class of criminal.

What's gonna happen
when we got 'em all?

Well, what do ya think
all this hollering

about the Confidential
Informant Program is?

They already got all
the illegitimate guys.

All that's left now
is the half-legitimate guys.

- Meaning us.
- Yep!

Meaning us.

Ta-da!

[Clasby] Whose car is this?

It's an informant's.

What did I just tell you
happened to me?

It happened to you,
it didn't happen to me.

[scoffs]

[keys jingle]

Unlock the door.

[lock clicks]

[door slams]

♪ Dramatic music plays ♪

[Jackie] Ohh.

[engine turns over]

What the fuck?!

[coughs]

- [Jackie laughs]
- [Clasby] Fucker!

[laughing]

Are you laughing?

How do you fuck up a car bomb?

- [laughs]
- You'll never learn.

Oh, wait.
No, Salvy!

But we got away!

Sal, we got...
[laughs]

So what would you
have me do with you?

Depends on what you want.

If you want me gone,
I'm goin'.

I have no argument
against my dismissal.

Well, that's very
magnanimous of you.

If you want me to stay,
your options widen.

See, how we present
what happened

is all a matter of perception.

Kelly Kinicki was a case
the BPD couldn't solve.

I ate shit on that.

But Kinicki happened
before Charles Stuart.

Stuart happened.

Hiring practices changed.

I'm hired.

Then the new guy manages
to put away a Charlestown gang

for three murders.

- Three.
- Ward, lay off the bullshit.

Christ, you're not Jackie Rohr.

You're not that good at it.
Not yet.

No, we're not gonna
get rid of you that easy.

We hired you for a reason.

I appreciate that, Chief.

[chatter]

You know the last thing
I wanted to do

when I took this job?

Guns and drug cases,
I imagine.

Is that what they're
giving you now?

You think they'd miss
that opportunity?

Yeah, we work a lot
of guns and drugs.

We could do a lot of good
with a sympathetic prosecutor.

I heard.

Dee Ward,

finally figured out
where you belong, huh?

[Rachel] Hey.

You still
feeling self-pity?

- Maybe.
- Get over yourself.

♪ Dramatic music plays ♪

I've been working
this file on Jackie.

Now, what I have
is circumstantial,

but it could be valuable to you.

You know, if you still
have some people

you wanna say "fuck you" to.

[Jackie] And I look
at this killer, Donato Angiulo,

- and I say to him...
- "Irony abounds."

[Jackie] Why?

Why didn't ya listen to me?

Because the fact occurred
to me that every word

out of your mouth since
we met was total bullshit.

- I really thought ya understood.
- What, bullshit?

That this whole town
is bullshit.

I mean, look around ya.

What do you think this place
we're sittin' right here

is named after?

- A book about Mayor Curley.
- Right.

Spencer Tracy played him
in the movie.

The lovable old mayor
who robbed this city blind.

And what did Curley
name his own book?

"I'd Do It Again!"

Which in context means,
"I'd steal it all over again."

How did he got away with it?

He took care of people.

You would've taken care of me?

If you'd listened to me,
yeah.

And here I was
this whole time,

I thought you respected me.

Ah, Dee.

Don't make me feel bad.

Do you feel bad?
Hmm?

Would you do it again
if you had the chance?

Probably, yeah,
I'd do it again.

So, you're happy

with how everything
turned out?

You're happy?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm happy.

No... you're not.

[indistinct chatter
in background]

Didn't you ever wonder
what Jimmy Ryan told me

to get him immunity?

You're full of shit.

Maybe.

Maybe I'm waitin'.

Dee, nobody listened
to King Kong

after he made a thud
on the sidewalk.

Yeah but I haven't
even begun to scale

the building yet
and show this town my ass.

But the day will come.

And maybe I don't
come after you.

Maybe you decide
to come after me.

I'll be waitin'.

Friend.

["Ooh Child"
by The Five Stairsteps plays]

♪ Hey ♪

♪ Ooh child,
things are gonna get easier ♪

- [minister] Change comes slow.
- [congregants affirming]

- And often painfully...
- [woman] That's right.

For those who would
seek change.

But as we embark on
this journey together,

all my friends and neighbors,

I counsel you

to seek comfort
where I have sought comfort.

[congregants murmuring]

You... are the salt
of the earth.

[congregants affirming]

The light of this world.

[congregants affirming]

A city on a hill cannot be hidden.
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♪ Someday, someday, someday ♪

♪ We'll come together
and we'll undone ♪

♪ Someday when your
head is much lighter ♪

♪ Someday, someday, someday ♪

♪ We'll walk in the rays
from a beautiful sun ♪

♪ Someday it'll
be much brighter ♪

♪ Ooh child,
things are gonna get easier ♪

♪ Ooh child,
things'll get brighter ♪

♪ Ooh child,
things are gonna get easier ♪

♪ Ooh child,
things'll get brighter ♪

♪ Right now ♪

♪ Right now ♪

♪ Oh baby, right now ♪

♪ And you just wait and see ♪

♪ That things are gonna be ♪

♪ Right now ♪

♪ You just wait and see ♪

♪ That things are gonna be ♪

♪ Right now ♪

♪ You just wait and see... ♪