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Dark reeling music

*CITY ON A HILL*
Season 02 Episode 05

Episode Title: "East of Eden"
Aired on: April 25, 2021

somber music

Hey.
Brand-new day coming.

[Jenny] She's been home
three months now.

I think she's demonstrated
enough that we can trust her.

Next time she runs off
with some fucking idiot,

I got to bail her
out of trouble.

Did Anton Campbell shoot you?

Reassess and get
your goddamn house in order.

Show these pink-ass niggas
what you made of

before they make
a pussy out of you.

Rob.

What can I do you for,
this fine morning?

I came to piss
in your Cheerios.

I'll get a spoon.

Director says the president

is, uh, considering me for
the Meritorious Service medal,

which will grease the tracks

for my lucrative segue
into the private sector.

And you're fucking it all up.

It's a gift.

This Jap U.S. attorney

has stuck an ice pick
in my balls.

- I got to put you on dry dock.
- Shimizu.

- She's a f...
- [Rob] You're being transferred to

the field office
in Lakeville until you retire.

Lakeville?

That hee-haw sheet stain?

I don't think they even have
fucking electricity out there.

Rob, I have closed more cases,

I have gotten more screen time

than any of the humps
in this building.

I am the fucking face
of the Boston FBI.

- You can't do this.
- [Rob] I can.

And I did.

End of the week, you're gone.

Did you know that we used
to sterilize retards

- in this country?
- Jackie, you're gone.

Early 20th century,
we had a eugenics policy

to keep the unfit
from spreading

their tainted seed.
I mean, spics,

white trash,
you name the species.

But we get all hypocritical
about genocide crimes,

- up in arms about Auschwitz...
- What's your point?

You're not cutting off my dick.

Maintenance'll bring up
some boxes.

We have an eyewitness account
from the victim,

Toussaint Senegel,

and we can't even get
a plea deal from the suspect?

It's gangster-on-gangster
crime.

Even an eyewitness
is unreliable.

Anton knows that.

Any reason for me to think

your pillow talk is affecting
your job performance?

Your wife represents
this Anton Campbell.

And you two
never compare notes?

Yeah, Dan.
Yeah, yeah, we compare notes.

About what books to read,
where to go for vacation,

how much garlic
to put in the pesto.

Yeah, we compare notes.

I'm told your wife
has political ambitions.

A verdict of innocent
would be a big win.

My wife, if she wins,
she'll do so on her own.

Relax.
I'll deliver a conviction.

I'll have Anton Campbell
begging for a plea.

[door opens, closes]

How are you today?

[elevator bell dings]

Agent Rohr.

Good news travels fast.

Oh, yeah?
What news is that?

[Karen] Don't be coy.

Coy is not your color.

You're headed to the gulag
in Lakeville, Mass.

No send-off, huh?

No toasts, no back pats
or German chocolate cake?

You know, after Nixon gave
his Checkers speech,

there weren't enough shovels
to go around

to bury that bastard,
and then November 5, 1968

rolls around, and he beat
those shameless dickwads

with those same
fucking shovels.

They got their revenge...
Impeachment.

Yeah, but he's still hovering
over D.C.

like the Goodyear
fucking blimp.

So this transfer
was your idea, huh?

Hmm.

Well, you know, the next time

you have lunch
with the county controller,

you might want to try
a different motel.

You're gonna end up
wearing gray overalls

- in Butner, North Carolina.
- [elevator bell dings]

[button clicking]

[Siobhan] Anton,
do you understand the intent

of your court hearing
tomorrow?

State wants to deny me bail

so they can keep me
in this shithole.

The hearing is meant
to determine

if you are a danger
to the public.

If Judge DeLuca feels
that you aren't a threat,

she'll set bail,
and you'll get to go home

until your trial date.

So I need to behave.

[Siobhan] Yes.

Be polite, friendly.

Use "ma'am" and "thank you"
at will.

Your attitude and this being
your first felony charge

will probably sway the judge.

And what about the opinion

of that punk-ass bitch
from Brooklyn?

You know that he's my husband.

Not my fault.

[Siobhan] Anton...

if you want to go free,
you want the best out of me.

To get that,
you watch your damn mouth

when you're talking
about my husband.

Yes, ma'am.

Foreboding music

[children chattering excitedly]

Ma, you talk to Anton today?

He's called from lockup.

His hearing's ten o'clock
Thursday morning.

You think
they'll give him bail?

Siobhan will see to that.

He'll be home in no time.

Come back.
Come sit with me.

How was your day?
How was school?

School is school.

[Grace] That's not an answer.

Were you in school today?

Where else would I be?

[Grace sighs]
Please don't lie to me.

I don't need any more lies
from you or Anton.

Ma, I was in class today,

learning what little I could,

given the backwoods
RCC Tech classes.

[Grace] You need
to take advantage

of what they do have
and help you get a job,

a job you want

to help you get out of Roxbury.

I go, you come with me?

Baby, if I was gonna leave,

I would've left long ago.

But why didn't you?

Someone had to stay

and get done
what needed to get done.

[Maeve] Oh, mother's milk.
[laughs]

- [Jenny] Thank you.
- [Maeve] That's true.

My mum used to make
my brother and me

hot chocolate
when we were sick,

loads of the stuff.

I mean, for Benny,
I would always make, like,

just hot tea with honey
and a little bit of red wine,

like my nonna.

Sorry about that.

- [laughter]
- Well, you know...

No, don't get me wrong.
My mum was a beast.

Beautiful, bare-knuckled beast

if she had to be.

Every year the Protestants
build huge bonfires

and burn effigies of the pope.

You know, they march
through Ardoyne, Belfast,

cursing us Catholics.

Sometimes the cursing
turns into something far worse.

Wow, she really went for it
with that tattoo, huh?

[laughs]
You tell me.

- [Benedetta] Oh, that's cool.
- That-that must've hurt.

There's a difference between
the pain inflicted on you

and the pain
you choose to endure.

Now, I made this choice,
survived.

It's a permanent reminder
of who I am,

what I stand for.

You know, I've been thinking
about getting a tattoo.

[Jenny] Well, you can't.

No, it's illegal
here in Massachusetts.

Besides, you're not even 18.
Please.

So I need your consent.

Yeah, you're damn right.

Jenny, love,
did you never want a tattoo?

Maybe a sun on your wrist
or a heart on your arse?

- Mm.
- [laughter]

[Jenny] Wait, no, wait.

Okay, yeah, yeah.

I did... at one point,
I considered it, okay?

In fact, I was...
oh, my God, I think

I was, like, around your age.

But Ma said no.

But you know what?
Fuck her.

- Right?
- [Maeve] That's right.

Get your Irish on, Jenny.

[laughter]

All right.

[needle buzzing]

Ah, shit.
Oh, this does hurt!

- Ooh.
- [chuckles]

You're laughing,
and I'm suffering?

[Benedetta] You're always
doing the right thing,

yet here you are,
doing something illegal.

[Jenny] Well, that's why
we drove to Rhode Island.

Everything's legal here.

[buzzing continues]

[shudders]

Ma, I got invited
to this party at Emma's.

Oh.
Yeah, a school party?

Yeah.
A bunch of seniors.

Oh.

What's the matter?

I'm-I'm nervous, you know,
about what they'll think,

with me not drinking.

[rock music playing
over speakers]

Benny, I've spent my whole life

worrying about what
other people think about me.

I mean, I walk
into a public bathroom,

and I clean up the mess
from before

just so nobody thinks
I'm a friggin' slob.

Ah!

Shit!
Why is this not hurting you?

Oh!

I'm screaming on the inside.

[both yell]

[indistinct chatter]

[Grace]
Robert, good to see you.

Thanks for meeting with us.

Anything for you, Grace.
Hello, Harold.

Uh, please, take a seat.

I know you're busier
than a cat with puppies, so...

- [Robert chuckles]
- I won't take up too much time.

I wanted to hand you
the grant application in person

and hear from me

what the money would mean
for the residents.

Well, I'm sure the work
is perfectly executed,

and I'll be happy to submit
the forms to HUD,

but, um, let's not assume
our goals can exceed reality.

You can make my goals
a reality.

[Robert]
That's not totally true.

The bold crime
at Braxton Summit

doesn't help us
with the Hope VI grant request.

That's exactly why
the money's so necessary.

We need to fix
broken locks, lights,

secure doorways
to keep everyone safe.

Grace, Robert is too polite
to say this.

The fact that you run TMA

and have two sons
who've been in the system,

well, that makes people
at the BHA and HUD

wonder if you're still up
to your job.

[Robert] I'm sorry, Grace.

From the outside,
the perception is,

you only want to improve
the crime stats

that don't involve your family.

That's, uh,
an outrageous accusation.

An accusation
or an objective observation?

[Robert] Look, I'm still
turning your hard work in,

but you should know
what's being said about you,

and better you hear
the worst from your friends.

No.

I prefer to hear such words
from my enemies.

Maybe I just did.

Somber music

[Siobhan groans softly]

Put that stuff away.

The Commonwealth
vs. Anton Campbell

can wait until morning.

Truth is,
I am not looking forward

to being in court tomorrow.

Truth is, neither am I.

[Siobhan] And yet...

And yet...

[grunts]

I know what I'm doing is right.

You are.

And so are you.

Yeah?

[scoffs]

Oh... the law has to work
for everyone,

or the law is a fraud.

And criminals
have to be punished,

or justice is a joke.

What is this world
we're bringing our kid into?

[mutters, chuckles]

But after tomorrow,

one of his parents
will be a loser.

And one of her parents
will be a winner.

- Or maybe...
- There's a draw.

Twins.

[both laughing]

[clerk]
Case number 9-3-0-15-10,

Commonwealth of Massachusetts
vs. Anton Campbell.

[DeLuca] Mr. Ward.

[Decourcy] Your Honor,

the Commonwealth requests
a section 58A

dangerousness hearing
and to deny bail.

[Siobhan] Judge DeLuca,
denying bail is excessive.

Mr. Campbell
is not a flight risk

nor a danger
to the community.

Mr. Campbell is absolutely
a danger.

He's the leader
of the Braxton Boys,

he's been charged
with the attempted murder

of Toussaint Senegel,

and Mr. Campbell caused
bodily harm

to a Boston police officer.

Toussaint Senegel
is no innocent bystander.

Take a look
at his criminal record,

- and you'll...
- This hearing is about

the danger posed
by Mr. Campbell, not Toussaint.

You'll see that any number
of people may want

to take a shot
at Junior Senegel.

Oh, this is a nice move,

Counsel, making the victim
the guilty one.

- [gavel bangs]
- That's enough of that.

May I speak, Your Honor?

Ms. Campbell.
No, you may not.

Since the first day
we moved into Braxton Summit...

- [gavel bangs]
- Ms. Campbell,

the court recognizes
your contributions to the city,

but the court has procedures.

I do not wish to hold you
in contempt.

Please take your seat.

Your Honor, three years ago,
Dee Brown of the Celtics

was stopped
by Boston area police.

You see, he wasn't wearing
his uniform.

He was just another Black man

who fit the description
of a robbery suspect

that was described as Black.

That's all the cops needed.

Dee Brown's skin color
landed him facedown

with a gun pointed at his head.

Two weeks ago,
my client was beaten

by the white police officer
who arrested him.

[DeLuca] Mr. Ward?

The injustice experienced
by Dee Brown

does not change the fact
that, as I said,

Mr. Campbell attacked
a person who he clearly knew

was Boston police.

Officer Suferin initiated
the attack.

My client
was defending himself.

We have photographs

of the injuries
sustained by Mr. Campbell.

Did you see the photographs
of the injuries sustained

by Officer Suferin
at the hands of your client?

[DeLuca] Enough.

Too often, we accept
the word of law enforcement

above all else.

Maybe the scales of justice

need to be
a little more balanced.

I'll release Mr. Campbell
into his mother's custody.

[Decourcy] Judge Deluca,
the case against Mr. Campbell

clearly meets
all the requirements

for him to remain in custody
until trial.

I have ruled, Mr. Ward.

Does the Commonwealth
have a figure for bail?

Twenty-five thousand dollars.

[DeLuca]
Granted.

My God, that's so much money.

Your Honor,
this is egregious and...

[DeLuca]
Next case.

[Grace] My whole purpose
in being is to help others,

and now I have to help my boy.

Anton's bail, $25,000.

I only have to have ten percent
to get him out.

But you know
I don't have the money.

What I'm asking is,

could the church loan me
$2,500,

which I pay right back
after his trial?

You know what goes on in jail.

I can't sit by
and watch my son die.

Grace, it's easier for God
to move mountains

than it is for me to get money
out of the church endowment.

Of course I'll ask the council,

but you have to realize
that if I ask them

for that bail money,

in their eyes,

I go from preacher to ex-con.

You served your time.

Besides, what happened
was an accident.

That's the story
the council sold

to the congregation
to justify my hiring.

I was hanging
with primo gangsters.

One of them had a gun.

I saw that gun.
I wanted that gun.

I grabbed that gun.

I saw a man two blocks away,
and I fired,

picked off an innocent man,
father of two,

sentenced him to a wheelchair.

I spent three years
in Plymouth Correctional.

I'll go before the elders.

I'll sing whatever song
I have to.

You're not
above suspicion, Grace.

They're gonna ask you,

didn't you know
your son was a thug?

- [Grace] Did you know?
- Yes.

Then how come
you didn't tell me?

[Isaiah] We're not gonna play
that game, Grace.

You had to have some sense
of what he was doing,

but you weren't willing
to face the truth.

And that's understandable.

He's your blood.

Maybe in my heart of hearts,
I knew.

I thought he'd straighten
himself out.

But the pressures of Roxbury
didn't give him that chance.

But still, I raised him.

I'm to blame.

Roll back that guilt, Grace.

The more time you spend
self-loathing,

the less time you have
to spend loving God.

I would say amen to that,

but the only way to lose
the guilt is to do something.

[rock music playing
over speakers]

You should totally try
and take him down.

The new guy, Kyle.
He's hot.

Oh, I'm hanging,
not hunting tonight.

[partygoer]
How many so far?

What?

[partygoer]
How many fucks so far?

Oh, jeez.
Um, zero.

[chuckles]
I'm still intact.

[Emma] Bullshit, Rohr.
You were gone three months.

And we figured
you got knocked up,

and your parents sent you away
to have your vagina removed.

No, no, I won a 12-week
private dance camp in Denver.

Ten girls training
with Myla Thorsen.

[partygoer] Oh, God,
your parents are so cool.

My parents would never let me
do anything like that...

or get a tattoo.

My parents won't even let
Billy in the house.

We have to go to his parents'
basement to make out.

Ugh, it's so gross
and dirty and cold.

I need liquor.
You want anything?

No, I'm on antibiotics.

Do you know
where the bathroom is?

Top of the stairs.

If you're not gonna try
and land Kyle, I'm gonna.

[tires screeching]

[rain pattering]

[rap music playing faintly
on car stereo]

Yo, she a cop or lost?

[Kelvin]
Little of both?

[Isaac]
Excuse me, lady.

You need a map?

You Anton?

No.

You know where
I can find Anton?

Why?

[Cathy]
'Cause I want to talk to him.

For what?

I want to make a purchase.

He in jail, lady.

Quit calling me "lady."

[Kelvin]
Would you prefer "officer"?

I look like a fucking cop?

- You as white as one.
- [scoffs]

I'm Jimmy Ryan's sister-in-law.

Goddamn, that kid
got a big mouth.

We ain't seem Jimmy in a while.
Where he been hiding?

He's dead.

I'm taking over
the family business.

[Kelvin laughs]

Is that so, Officer?

All right, fuck you.

I want a re-up.

That's a lot of bread.

You realize we could just
take that from you, right?

Snatch your bag.

Yeah?

Go ahead.

Go ahead, try it.

All right, she ain't a cop.

Still don't mean
we doing business with you.

See you, lady.

Fuck.

[indistinct chatter,
telephone ringing]

The answer is no.

Mr. Jacobi says
you're a bad risk.

You tell him...

He hears
you might not be running

the Braxton Summit
Tenants' Association

for very long.

Look, Mr. Finch,

I need $2,500.

[Randy]
Try the State Street Bank.

They love a good sob story.

- Morning.
- Good morning.

How was the party?

I didn't drink anything
or take anything, if that's...

I know you didn't.

I'm just asking
'cause I'm hoping you had fun.

[Benedetta] Yeah, yeah, I did.
[laughs]

Shit. Sorry.

- I...
- [Jenny] No, it's okay.

Oh, big smile, slippery hands.

What are you
nervous about, Benny?

Okay, talk to me or don't.

But I'm here either way, okay?

Ma, after you got hurt,
how long...

did it take
before you felt okay?

Before...
[chuckles]

...you didn't feel like you
were dying inside and out?

Before you could move on?

[Jenny] Ah, well, I...
don't think I have, really.

[chuckles] There's... some times
you don't really get over shit.

But you're doing good.

Okay?
You're going to the meetings.

You're talking openly.

I never had that,
not for a long time.

Benny, look,
you're gonna go to college.

You're gonna find yourself.

You can be anyone
you want to be.

[Benedetta] So, if I don't go
to college, I'm doomed?

No, that's not what I'm saying.
If-if I had, you know...

Coffee?

Yeah.

You know, every morning

I used to come
into this kitchen,

and I'd feel this...

you know, this feeling
of, like, uneasiness,

and I thought it was caused
by Rosa.

[laughs]
Or my hangover.

Well, now Rosa's
out to pasture.

Last night
I slept like a prince.

[slurps]

And yet...

I still feel uneasy.

So what's up?

Nothing you can fix.

- [coffee cup thuds]
- Try me.

[sighs]

Look, I...
Jackie, I really appreciate

your concern, but you can't
really possibly understand.

[Jackie] Yeah, you know,
you're right, Jen.

The two of you have suffered.

But suffering comes
in all shapes and sizes.

[chuckles]

You want to make amends?

Okay, I'll go first.

Middle of July.

The heat was like
the Sargasso Sea...

except on land, you know,
nothing moving.

I come running into the house.

Forgot to close the door.

Something she's told me
about a thousand times.

And...

it's like,
"What are you trying to do,

air-condition the whole
goddamn neighborhood?"

[laughs]

So she takes my hand, and...

she shoves it
in the door frame,

and she slams the door
on my fingers.

"That'll teach you."

And she does this
again and again and again,

and my hand goes numb
from the pain,

and I'm-I'm-I'm...
I'm begging her,

"Please stop, Ma.
Please stop."

You know, ten years old.
[slaps table]

What did I know?

[inhales deeply]

And that's the night
I burned our house down.

I walked outside,
I closed the door,

I stood on the sidewalk,
and I imagined

the nice Beacon Hill family
that was gonna adopt me

and buy me a new bike,

take me on trips.

Ah, my parents...

they came running
out of the house.

They didn't even check my room
to see if I was safe.

They just ran right by me.

But I understood

that they knew

that it was me...

that put a match to that sofa.

[scoffs]
I know, right?

Jackie, you always said it was
your ma who set that fire.

Yeah, well, didn't she, though,

I mean, in a way?

Was I a bad kid?
No.

Are you a bad kid?
No.

Kids do what they need to do

to survive
what they can't face.

Survival takes courage.

And courage is something

that you got tons of, Bendrops.

[door closes,
indistinct chatter]

[Decourcy] You're not
going home, Anton,

tonight or ever.

You know, after I convict you,
you'll spend

at least the next 20 birthdays
in the DDU at Walpole,

right alongside your buddies
in the Copeland Crew

who all want you dead.

You know, my lawyer...
[sighs]

She said you'd be coming by
to offer me a plea.

Said you'd offer me
to do my time in Norfolk.

Oh, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Your lawyers smart.
See, at MCI Norfolk,

you at least have
a better chance

of walking out alive.

Anton, hey.

Just a year ago, you was
another punk ass on the corner,

and then, uh, what,
Cole Preston got busted,

the whole war
for who was gonna run

the Braxton Boys broke out,
bodies start piling up, right?

Listen...

if I don't get you on drugs
or Raina Allen,

I'ma start digging up bodies.

You full of shit, motherfucker.

[Decourcy]
Maybe, maybe not.

Guess you'll find out...

motherfucker.

Brooding music

[door buzzes]

[telephone ringing]

- Hello?
- [Isaiah] Grace.

Reverend Hughes.

I hate making this call,
but as I suspected,

the church council
won't approve the loan

for Anton's bail.

I'm sorry.

That's okay.
Thank you for trying.

[Isaiah] Have you talked
to the bail bondsman?

[sighs]
Six of them.

They said I need
to have collateral.

What do I have?

[Isaiah] You need me
to come over?

No need.

No need at all.

[Isaiah] I'm sorry.

[sighs softly]

Melancholy music

[sighs]

[door opens,
light switch clicks]

Suspenseful music

[toothbrush scratching]

What the fuck is that?

Uh, Benny and I got tattoos
down in Warwick.

Supposed to keep this baby
from drying and scabbing up.

Hey, you should've told me.
I would've...

I would've come with you,
you know,

got mine touched up.

[water runs, stops]

Hey, how old were you
when you got that?

[Jackie] Eighteen.

Week I finished basic,
Parris Island.

I was drunk as fuck.

[chuckles] Oh, so you
didn't feel a thing, right?

[Jackie]
Uh, no.

The opposite, actually.

I, uh...

I felt every cut.

I kind of enjoyed
the sensation, though.

Why a rose?

Oh, 'cause, uh...

you know, petals are pretty,

but, uh, if you touch
the thorns,

you might get stabbed.

[chuckles]

Prove it.

Tender music

[keys jingling,
handcuffs clicking]

[door buzzes, opens]

Hi, Mama.

You okay?

[Anton] Yeah.
Lockup ain't nothing.

Where'd you get
the money for my bail?

Baby, we got to talk.

[Anton] Yeah?

[Grace] About who you are,

where your money comes from,

what you do when you walk
out my door,

the lie you're living
right under my roof.

Your eyes are so full of love
for everyone,

you can't see the way
life really is.

Stop it.

You don't know what I had to do
to get you out...

Going hat in hand
for the money,

arguing that you're not
as bad as they say,

but maybe you are that bad,

and maybe I'm
the only damn fool

who can't see it,

her own son,
for what he really is...

A dope-dealing,
hate-filled street thug.

[Anton] I got plenty
of money, Mama.

You should've just asked me.

[Grace] Drug money.

How could I?

You know what I do,

who I am.

Do you know who you are?

You have nothing to say?

[softly]
I ain't proud of what I do,

but I'm good at what I do.

Proud enough to be able
to put some money away

for us, for you.

I used to see you
reading those magazines, Mama,

about Martha's Vineyard
and Cape Cod.

I used to see the way
your eyes light up

when you look at those houses.

All I want to do is get you
a cottage on the beach.

[Grace] It's too late for that.

You're killing me.

You're killing me
piece by piece every day.

I'm not the one to blame, Mama.
It's that DA.

He's to blame.
Decourcy Ward.

Oh, no, you don't.

You park this car
and get inside.

I'm gonna go get the $2,500

so you can pay back
the association.

I told you, I won't use
drug money.

[Anton] Mama, I placed a bet
on the Celtics.

I'ma go collect the cash.

Don't want you out here
living in fear

of somebody knocking
on our door.

[Siobhan sighs]

- Dinner with the mayor.
- [Siobhan chuckles]

It's more fun than I thought
it would be.

What do you think?

Is he gonna endorse me
for city council?

Oh, he'd be an idiot not to.

You sure you're okay
with me running?

Yeah, am I worried
about the strain

campaigning will have on you
while you're pregnant?

I believe you when you say
you can do both,

and I'll be here
to hold your coat.

Uneasy music

[engine revving,
glass shatters]

[tires squealing]

Shit!

[tires squealing]

[engine revving]

Suspenseful music

[exhales deeply]
Decourcy...

- Yeah?
- Ooh...

[breathing heavily, grunts]

[gasps]

[siren wailing,
indistinct chatter over radio]

Dramatic music

[male EMT] How many weeks
pregnant is your wife?

- [hoarsely] Eight weeks.
- Sir, how many weeks

pregnant is your wife?

Eight weeks.
She's eight weeks pregnant.

[male EMT] The victim
is eight weeks pregnant.

[indistinct chatter over radio]

So how do you spell
the assailant's last name?

It's Campbell, C...
C-A-M-P-B-E-L-L, Campbell.

- You sure he was the shooter?
- Yes.

And you have
an active prosecution

- involving him, correct?
- Yes.

[detective] Did you know
he made bail tonight?

No, no, not-not
till he walked up

on the car
and started shooting.

[detective 2]
Last known address?

Uh, uh, he lives with his mom,
uh, Grace Campbell.

It's building 1011,
apartment 1G, Braxton Summit.

Hey, you're the guy
from the St. Clair Commission

and the guy that let
that murderer off the hook.

What that got to do with this?

Karma, shithead.

The fuck this bitch
just say to me?

- What's up, bruh?
- Sorry, sorry, Mr. Ward.

He's from Charlestown.

[Decourcy] Say that shit again.
Say that shit again. What's up?

I'm sorry.
He's from Charlestown, okay?

Listen, I'm really sorry
about your wife.

All right?
We're gonna keep a unit

outside the residence
till we find the perp.

We'll have an escort for you
when you go home tonight.

Okay?

I ain't going home,
not without my wife.

[nurse on PA]
Paging Dr. Woodrow.

Dr. Woodrow, please dial
extension 221.

Did Callie come down yet?

[Eloise]
No.

This waiting is a nightmare.
God damn it.

[Todd]
What I don't understand is,

why would this kid
want to shoot his own lawyer?

[Eloise sighs]

[nurse on PA]
Dr. Sorensen to Pediatrics.

Dr. Sorensen, Pediatrics.

He, uh...

he-he was coming for me,

not Siobhan.

Eloise, I am so sorry.

I'm glad
that you're both alive.

Yeah, Decourcy, this is, uh...

this is no time
to blame yourself.

Okay, Todd, then who?
Hmm?

Tell me, who
should I blame, huh?

Who?

The guy with his finger
on the trigger.

[nurse on PA]
Dr. Dunn to room 204.

Dr. Dunn to room 204.

[Callie]
Siobhan's out of surgery.

The bullet's been successfully
removed from her clavicle.

She's in recovery.

She's strong.
She'll be fine.

- Can I see her?
- [Callie] Not quite yet.

- And the baby?
- The pregnancy's still viable.

We're gonna keep monitoring her
because this level of trauma

could trigger
a physical reaction.

A miscarriage.

We'll do all we can
to prevent any complications.

I'll let you know
when she's in her room.

Then you could all see her.

My daughter's tough, Decourcy.

So are you.

Hey, Ma!

[Rosa] In here!

[Jenny] My God, what are you
doing on your feet

a week after surgery?

And what are you doing
drinking?

- You're on Percocet!
- I feel fine.

And what the fuck difference

does a glass of wine make?

I'm circling the drain.
Let me be.

And why are you here?

What's all that shit
you brought?

Ah, I was, uh,
thinking about you.

I thought maybe you'd want
some company.

[Rosa] Your concern
warms a mother's heart.

I know you love baking,

so I brought you
everything you need

to make struffoli,
only they didn't have

the exact flour you use,

but I did get the right honey.

What, are you nuts?

You can't make struffoli
without farina di grano tenero.

That American flour
is only good for making paste.

And don't mix my stuff
with my sister's.

You don't share food?

We don't share shit.

You want a glass?

Nah, I can't day drink.
I got a ton of stuff to do.

- Ahh.
- Uh, is, uh...

anything else you need?

Sure.

You can tell me why you're
suddenly being so nice.

Well, uh, watching Benny
get better,

I-I'm trying to understand
some things...

about myself.

So I just have a question
for you.

After Dad left,
did you ever hear from him?

Sure.

I hear from the bastard
whenever he needs money.

No, what do you mean
you still hear from him?

You told me he was dead.

He's dead to me.

- You know where he is?
- [Rosa] Of course.

Tell me.

[laughs]

You think I'd give you
what you want so easily?

I'm stuck
in this fucking leper colony

with my whore sister
'cause of you.

You want the skinny
on your father, negotiate.

[scoffs]
Oh, wow.

You know what?
Fuck you.

Yeah, I'm gonna
find him myself.

[laughs]
And if you do,

don't expect
a touching reunion.

He'll ask you for money, too!

The son of a bitch.

[monitor beeping]

[Siobhan moans]

Hey, love.

What day is today?

It's Friday.

- Friday?
- Yeah.

How long have...

You've been out
since last night.

Oh...

My head is cloudy.

It's the anesthesia.

You needed surgery.

Is the baby okay?

Yeah, yeah, uh...

Callie did an ultrasound.

She showed me pictures.

Heartbeat is still strong.

- Kid's a fighter.
- [sighs]

Thank God.

Who shot me?

Uh, not-not, uh...

not now, uh, just...

Just... just rest.

[exhales deeply]
I'm so tired.

[Decourcy]
Yeah.

Dramatic music

Just go back to sleep.

[monitor continues beeping]

I love you.

And I'm sorry.

Hey, I'm grabbing a coffee.
You want one?

I just had some, but thanks.

All right.

[indistinct chatter on PA]

Hey, how's she doing?

What the fuck
are you doing here?

I like Siobhan.

She calls me on my bullshit,
not-not-not that you don't.

But her way is smoother.

You're playing with fire
right now.

- Keep talking.
- Hey, hey, hey.

I have stood
right where you're standing.

- When my dau...
- This is different.

No, th-this is Old Testament,
"eye for an eye" time.

Do you know who fired the gun?

Anton Campbell.

Well, that's got
to set you off.

Yeah.

Yeah, I keep running
what happened in my head,

what I could've done
to keep Siobhan safe.

When he pulled up from behind
with the brights on, I knew it.

Something was off.
I felt it.

I ignored my instincts.

But f... fuck it.

I can't let the anger
or the guilt distract me.

I got to be here for my wife.

[Jackie]
I'll tell you what...

you keep the guilt...

[whispering]
...and let me take the anger.

[normal voice]
Dee.

You say the word,

and I will find Anton Campbell,
and he will suffer.

- This I promise you.
- [Decourcy] Really?

And how would he suffer, hmm?
How would you make him suffer?

How would this
not come back to me?

Big Dig's pouring
a lot of concrete.

No one'll find him.

No one will know.

You want me to say yes

to you committing
a revenge murder?

What are friends for?

You wearing a wire?

Oh, no,
that's just fucking insulting.

This is what I get for trying
to do you a favor?

Jeez, Jack...

Jackie.

You-you prey on people who are
at their most vulnerable.

That's your MO.

You got a crooked
fucking heart, all right?

Y-you'd screw me over just
to see me get thrown in jail.

Jesus Christ, Dee, this is your
wife we're talking about here.

Do you really think
I would sink that low?

You've sunk lower.

[nurse on PA]
Dr. Blue to Cardiology.

Dr. Blue to Cardiology.

Yeah, you're right.

I am a piece of shit.
Who would trust me?

Oh, what, is this
you trying to change?

Nah, it's more
of an adjustment, really.

Like I said, uh,
Siobhan's good people,

and, uh, I hope
she gets better soon,

and I hope you get to take
your beautiful wife home.

[footsteps departing]

No, no, shh.

Before you say a word,
there's been a snafu

in your plans to put me
into purgatory.

- [door closes]
- Snafu?

Who even uses
that word anymore?

I got a proposition for you.

One, I hold off on using

my considerable weight
and influence

to fight this bullshit
punitive move of yours,

and, two, you call Putnam

and ask him
to let me track down

the man that shot
Decourcy Ward's wife.

That's BPD's case.

Not our jurisdiction.

Karen, come on,
you're clever enough

to figure out a way to get
the ball tossed to us.

And after you find the shooter,

alive, I hope,
what happens then?

I will fade away,
like MacArthur.

[chuckles]
Doubtful.

You lack the DNA to do anything
for anyone

unless there is profit
or publicity in it for you.

You know,
the Greeks have a word,

lutróo.

It means "obtain release
by the payment of the price."

I owe Decourcy Ward.

[Karen] Why?

Is it because
you fucked him over

on that Charlestown case?

Define "fuck."

Look in the mirror.

You initiated
this pissing contest

between us and the county DA.

Karen.

You spent
your first three birthdays

at Manzanar Internment Camp.

You know
what injustice feels like.

It feels like looking out
through that barbed wire

at the Manzanar camps.

Well, I'm looking
through the barbed wire, too,

and enough is e-fucking-nough.

I want justice.

I want justice
for Decourcy Ward.

I want justice for his wife.

I mean, what could
I possibly gain from this?

You're clever enough
to figure out a way.

Oh, Jesus Christ,
the one time

I try to do what's right,
and I get more shit

than any of the shit
I've ever given.

Am I gonna regret this?

From where I'm sitting,
it's hard to tell.

[Isaac] Hey, lady.

What are you doing here?

Came to give you what you want.

I thought your boss said

you weren't gonna do business
with me.

Kelvin?
He ain't my boss.

No one is my boss.

[indistinct chatter]

All right.

Wait here.
I'll get your money.

What, you don't want to invite
me in for a cup of coffee?

- [scoffs] Yeah, no chance.
- [scoffs]

Because you got kids?

Foreboding music

What'd you just say?

How'd you know that?

How do you know
where I live, anyhow?

Be quick.
I ain't got all night.

[blues rock playing
over speakers]

[Jackie]
Siobhan. She any better?

Why'd you call me?

Well, I want to give you
the good news.

I asked to be transferred.

I'm leaving Boston,
moving to Lakeville.

You asked to be transferred?

Well, let's just say it was

a mutually agreed upon
decision.

So how is she?

In a lot of pain.

The questions are starting
to come.

You haven't told her
about Anton yet,

that this wasn't random, huh?

Oh, fuck.

That's gonna be a hard sentence
to say out loud.

Mm-hmm.

[Jackie]
Well, more good news.

I can lighten the load.

The U.S. attorney,
in a deft maneuver,

has attached me
to Siobhan's shooting.

I'm running point on this thing
with Caysen as my wingman.

We are gonna find
this motherfucker

and put him away.

Jackie, listen to me.

I don't want you involved
on any level.

Too late.

The fucker lives
on federal property.

We were gonna join in anyway.

- You got no choice.
- Fuck me.

[Jackie] All right, Dee,
Dee, Dee, listen to me.

Anton is out there,
and he's got a gun.

I mean, he could show up
anywhere, anytime.

Last year,
Tarrant County, Texas,

guy opens fire in a courtroom.

He's pissed off
about his divorce or some shit.

He wounds two judges.

He blows away a couple of ADAs.

Predators, they-they don't stop
until they eat,

and this motherfucker, Anton,

is hungry
for your motherfucking blood.

All right, fuck it.

Look, no revenge killings.

No Jackie Rohr cowboy bullshit.

It's all aboveboard,
accountable.

We do it my way...
Legal, no lies.

No Clay Roach...

and no Jimmy Ryan.

Let's just agree
that you set me up to fail

for what went down
in Charlestown last year.

Ah, ha, that-that was
a two-way street.

I mean, you-you forced my hand.

Ah, it's a one-way street now,
Jackie, and I'm driving.

Look, I'm gonna tell you
what I told the U.S. attorney.

I want Siobhan's shooting
to be my last case.

I said to Shimizu,
"I owe Decourcy Ward

honesty and justice.

I owe him for Hank Signa."

[patron] Okay, what do you
think, another round or...?

You said that?

[Jackie]
Yeah.

Did she laugh?

Little bit.

Canned Heat's "Let's Work
Together" playing...

♪ Together we'll stand ♪

♪ Divided we'll fall ♪

♪ Come on now, people,
let's get on the ball ♪

♪ And work together ♪

♪ Come on, come on,
let's work together ♪

♪ Now, now, people ♪

[horn honks]

Because together
we will stand

Every boy,
every girl and man

[keys jingling]

[knock at door]

Police.
Open up.

Good evening, Grace Campbell.

Jackie Rohr, FBI.
Let me ask you something.

Where the fuck is Anton?

♪ Ah, come on,
let's work together ♪

♪ Oh, well, now
make someone happy ♪

♪ Make someone smile ♪

♪ Let's all work together ♪

♪ And make life worthwhile ♪

♪ Let's work together ♪

♪ Come on, come on,
let's work together ♪

♪ Now, now, people ♪