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dark reeling music

somber music

I'm just here to help
your son, Mrs. Townsend.

When you gonna stop acting
like a naive little boy

and get your shit together,
Rickey?

This young man
asked for his lawyer,

but you still questioned him?

You are gonna stay
the fuck away from my wife.

I came to you for help,
and you turned your back on me.

What's the best kind
of revenge?

-[door closes]
-I-I don't...

When something terrible happens
to the person you hate,

and you didn't have
to lift a finger.

[chuckles]
The whole of Charlestown

is dancing in the streets.

Jimmy Ryan is dead,
shot in the face.

The ultimate humiliation.

No open casket.

His loved ones
can't take a last look.

He has no loved ones.

Cops know who did it?

Not yet.

Is there something else?

Yeah.

A federal grand jury
has been called

to consider charges
against you

for letting off that kid,
Rickey Townsend.

He's gonna testify
that you released him

to protect an informant.

It takes shady character
to lie under oath.

Trust me, that's not Rickey.
I don't peg him as a turncoat.

Ah.
Well...

I think you're wrong.

I think
this mendacious little shit

is about to fuck us all.

Well, I say we let
our new U.S. attorney

build her case around evidence
that's definitively false.

House of lies burns quickly.

When the timbers fall,

we'll see who's limping
and who's standing.

Mm.

desolate music

[person on PA] Dr. Stuart,
please dial 2-1-2-6.

Dr. Stuart,
please dial 2-1-2-6.

In the name of the Father,
the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned.

It's been...

Jesus Christ, I think it's
17 years,

since my last confession.

Why are you here,
Mr. Rohr?

Why have you chosen to see me?

Well, we got a history,
you and me.

You know,
I know your sins.

[whispering]
Why shouldn't you know mine?

Oh, I think I have
a fairly good idea

where your guilt lies.

[normal voice]
No, you don't.

Look, if this is
about Jenny,

I did what you asked,

and I've sat on your side
of this partition,

atoning for that sin.

That's because my wife
didn't deserve what you did.

What we both did.

Well, you know, I'm starting
to think that it's not so much

what you do

as who you do it to.

I mean, sure, I done wrong
by my wife,

by my daughter, too,
and I'm sorry,

but, you know,
that's my family.

When you fuck somebody else's
family up, that...

God already knows
what you've done, Mr. Rohr.

When you confess,

He assumes the burden
of your sins.

There's this woman.
Uh, she's in the hospital.

Stroke.

I'd like you to pray for her.

I'll do that.
What's her name?

That seal of confession
in play?

Yes, of course.

Holly.
Her name's Holly.

You remember
the Act of Contrition?

[laughing]
Not really.

Well, for your penance,
I'd like you

to relearn that prayer.

Say the words every day.

You may not be able to fix
whatever you've done to Holly,

but I'm sure there's

an egregious act
you've committed

that you can correct.

Jesus Christ,
this shit only gets worse.

-[knock at door]
Anton?

Kel, baby.

Time to get up.

Ma, come on.
Give me another hour.

What you doing
to be so tired?

Not what you thinking.

How you know what I'm thinking
if you're not doing anything?

Ma, come on.
Another hour.

Too early in the morning
for tongue twisters.

-Where's Anton?
-Don't know.

Things come full circle,
don't they?

Was a time my parents
couldn't tell me a thing,

and a time I couldn't listen
if I wanted to.

[scoffs]
The evolution wasn't there.

Tongue twisters, now Darwin?

No, baby, evolution
as in the brain forming.

Human brains don't grow up
till around 25,

so the stupid things we do...

Not that we should get a pass,

but we're not finished
being who we are.

Used to be
the Don Juan

Now your name
is just Twan

Switch it, snap it,
rolling your eyes and neck

So you better run a check

So chickity-check yo self

Before you wreck
yo self...

So chickity-check yo self
before you wreck yo self

Come on, check yo self

Before you wrickity-wreck
yo self...

Aah!

Mic-microphone check,
mic-microphone check

Ooh, check it

Watch out now

Hey.
Hey, you feeling any better?

Sorry?

[Jenny]
Well, you seemed, uh...

you seemed
a little down the other day.

I don't mean to pry, but--

-Oh.
-Shh.

I beg your pardon?

Shush yourself.

[Lisa]
Jenny, here you go.

Just right there.

Okay, everyone, let's open
to hymn 33.

Uh, hey.
Hey, you walking my way?

-Appears so.

Oh, I-I'm Jenny,
Jenny Rohr.

Maeve Regan.

[Jenny]
Oh.

So you're new
to the neighborhood?

Aye, fresh off the boat.

Well, the 747.

I moved to Boston
a few weeks ago from Belfast.

Wow.
I can't even imagine

putting down roots
in a strange city,

much less a foreign country.

I mean, I still get lost
on the North Shore.

Well, I tell myself
I know where I'm going

and why I came to America,

but that could just be
another delusion.

-I don't...
Sorry.

Um, my spirits are a bit low.

Word reached me that
a cousin of mine was killed.

A car bombing.

Oh, God, Maeve,
I am so sorry.

That's the way of life
back home.

But do you have
any family here?

No one.

You know,
I have an idea.

Why don't you come over
for dinner?

You know, best remedy
for sorrow,

besides a glass of vino,
is good food.

I'll throw some cabbage
in the lasagna for you.

Oh, God, is that racist?

-That was racist.
-No, it's not.

-No?
-I see you've wasted no time

finding friends, Maeve.

Oh, she's coming over
for dinner.

Oh, that's very kind
of you, Jenny.

Maeve, uh, could I have a word?

Fine.

Is that all right?
-Okay.

All the best.

uneasy music

Not the best day
for Junior Senegel,

dancing between life and death.

At some point,
the element of surprise

starts to wear thin.

No surprise here.

Junior helped us fuck over
Kelvin Campbell,

so either Kelvin fired
the shot,

or his big brother Anton did.

Yeah, I doubt those
are the only two

who wanted Junior dead.

You might be right.

I'll go talk
to Junior's parents,

see what they know.

I'll come with you.

These days,
the Youth Strike Force

doesn't exactly have
a stellar reputation.

From what I hear,

according to the grand jury,
neither do you.

You two pick out names?

If he's a boy, Carney,
after my dad.

Eloise will certainly
love that.

Mm-hmm,
and if the baby's a girl,

we'll go with Zora.

These your ideas
or yours and Decourcy's?

-Mine and mine alone.

Besides, I haven't even told
Decourcy yet.

That baby carriage is precious.

[person on PA] Mr. Roberts,
please meet your family

in the second-floor
waiting room.

Mr. and Mrs. Senegel,
I'm Sergeant Caysen--

Unless you come to tell us
who did this to our boy,

leave us in peace.

I'm Decourcy Ward,
assistant district attorney.

This is Sergeant Caysen.

Sorry to have to meet you
under these circumstances.

[Chris]
Mr. Ward's being polite.

The truth is,

there's a bullet out there
with Junior's name

engraved on the side.

The sooner
we apprehend the felon,

the better Junior's chances are
of staying alive.

speaking Haitian Creole

Any problems
in the neighborhood

might involve Junior?

If so, you need to tell us.

What makes you think
we can trust you?

Sir, I'm a man of my word.

Sergeant Caysen here
is an honest cop.

And Junior could use
a friend or two right now.

Toussaint
is Junior's given name.

Revolutionary.
It's a hard act to follow.

Emmanuel and I came
to this country

to make a new life,

but in this land of big money,

our clothes aren't good enough.

Our foods are not good enough.

Even Toussaint's name,
not good.

Only violence is good enough.

I hear you, Mrs. Senegel.

That's why we need to find
the guy who shot Toussaint

and put him behind bars.

It's our best bet
at keeping your son safe

and, God willing,
somebody else's kid, too.

He curses the boys
who live in Braxton Summit.

-What's up, Kelvin?

Ah.

Man, don't y'all have
anything better to do

than harass people?

-We're just checking in on you.

Couple hours ago,
Junior Senegel was shot.

You wouldn't happen to know
anything about that,

now, would you, Kelvin?

I'm his alibi.

Does Kelvin need an alibi?

No, but that's what I'm saying.
He got something better.

He got me.

Me and Trisha been home
all day.

[Chris]
Trisha Jefferson, right?

Yeah, this one has a CORI.

Sticky fingers.
Loves to shoplift.

No convictions.

But thank you for putting
my business out on the street.

Keep this up, I'll take you in.

On what grounds?

Roundabout saltiness.

Kelvin, call your moms.

[Decourcy]
Where is your mother?

Working.

-And your brother?
-Working.

And why were you in here
and not at school?

College Founder's Day.

Oh.

Be a pity if you had
to drop out.

You know, Walpole doesn't have
any music programs.

Yeah, and you don't have
a warrant.

That's an easy fix.

But we didn't do nothing.

[Kelvin]
You heard my girl.

Now do some Houdini shit.

Now you see me,

now you don't.

tense music

Kelvin's telling the truth.
And he's terrified.

He doesn't know what happened
to Junior.

That leaves us with Anton.
He's far from easy.

Best I handle him alone.

Do that. I got to tidy up
some unfinished business.

Jesus, Jimmy,
you poor son of a bitch.

Great Gatsby
had a better turnout.

Are you a friend of the family?

Yeah, we used to play poker
together.

Son of a bitch still owes me
50 bucks.

Well, kid,
I would've brought you flowers,

but that would be like me
saying I'm glad I'm not you.

May you rest in the peace

of an everlasting
coked-out bliss.

May you wake each morning

to a harem of naked
bathing beauties

kissing both cheeks
of your pale Mick ass,

and may your twisted spirit

scare the fuck
out of your enemies

in their sleep,
but not me, kid.

Not me.

And, Jimmy,

when you do get to Heaven,

listen to me,
you're a natural-born fuckup,

so your time there
is bound to be short,

but don't look back.

From one piece of shit
to another...

you're not missing anything
down here.

Nobody came, huh?

Ah, the girlfriend.

I think we missed
the rush hour.

When his folks called
to tell me,

I asked what happened.

They said he was shot.

By who?
Nobody knows?

Huh?

Not that the who matters.

Jimmy was always
gonna end up here

on the early side of life.

What you said...
you forgot one thing.

His daughters.

Yeah, they're gonna miss him.

Maybe, but, you know,
little kids tend to move on

pretty quick.

No sense of yesterday
or tomorrow.

They only know right now.

I know who you are, Mr. Rohr.

And you can go fuck yourself.

somber music

You got a lot of balls,
coming into my shop.

I'll be happy to get
to the point.

Jimmy Ryan was shot, twice.

Premeditated murder.

Now, I know
there are 100 people

who could've pulled
that trigger,

but I'm a sucker for symmetry,

so I'm guessing
the finger on that trigger

was yours.

Am I right?

My face say "idiot"
or something?

Your husband thought
he was smart.

I thought I was smart, too.

But sometimes you're too smart.

Oh, was that the look you had

when you killed
your brother-in-law?

Hear this, Mr. Ward.

Jimmy was my family.

He was a rat piece of shit,
mind you,

but still my family.

Family values, yeah.

Yeah.

But you never visited
the funeral home.

I checked.

And you had motive.

Jimmy did send Frankie
to prison.

[scoffs]
Mm.

Nah, see...

I was in the courtroom...

you prick.

You sent Frankie to prison,

and prison was the end for him.

I'm asking you
to be honest with me.

Hmm?
So I'll start.

peppy music

I thought
about killing Jimmy myself

and not just that day in court.

But shoot him in the face?

Fuck.
It's the perfect touch.

A deft hand.

Now, your three kids...
They depend solely on you?

And their grandparents,
too, huh?

Give me one reason
not to send you to prison.

Uh, hmm,

maybe 'cause I'm innocent.

Okay, look,
do a little horse trading here.

You tell me
what Jimmy's been up to.

I keep your kids
out of foster care.

So you want me

to become an informant...

the thing I hated Jimmy for.

Irony abounds.

What do you care what Jimmy's
been up to, anyway?

Like I said, symmetry.

Look, all I know is

Jimmy was moving drugs
from point A to point B.

Got to be more specific.

Roxbury to Southie.

Who were the suppliers?

Couple of Black guys.

-Brothers?
Maybe.

Don't know.
Anything's possible.

Did Jimmy ever mention
a Kelvin or Anton Campbell?

Jimmy tended to babble.
He mentioned a few names.

Those might've been
two of 'em.

There's no way
of really knowing.

Now, you need to get
the fuck out of my way,

'cause like you said,
I got three mouths to feed,

and they go from Dr. Jekyll
to Mr. Hyde hungry

come dinnertime.

So where are you from?

Dublin?
County Cork?

Northern Ireland.

Would you be Irish,
too, Jackie?

I'm Scotch-Irish,

which means I'm dying
for a drink,

but I'm too cheap
to pay for it.

Oh, well, that puts
everything in perspective.

You're Protestant, then?

Oh, no, no.
Jackie's a half-assed Catholic.

Yeah, he goes to Mass
once a year--Christmas.

And then
he's always disappointed

that Santa ain't there.

[Maeve laughs]
And you, Jenny?

She's 100 percent guinea.

Dad, I'm half guinea.
Don't forget.

Yeah, my family's from Sicily.

You should see
her mother's wedding album.

-The faces.
Don't listen to him.

He's just setting himself up
to say,

"Oh, there's only three miles
of ocean

between Italy and Africa."

Well, there is.

So your people have been here
a while, then?

Well, my ma's family landed
on Ellis Island

turn of the century.

And your dad?

Her father's family swam over
with a school of sharks.

Well, I think
the Italians

are beautiful people.

Unlike the Irish.

Dirty, drunken bloodsuckers.

Jesus, Jackie, you know what?
You're being an asshole.

Okay?
Maeve is my guest.

-No, not--not to worry, Jenny.

Would you happen to have
any Irish whiskey?

Mm.

No, no, no, keep going.

It makes me wish
I'd have learned

how to play an instrument
as a kid.

-Huh.
Not the piano.

The tuba.
Something boisterous.

Well, there's still time.

You can take lessons yourself.

Or...mm...

maybe somewhere down the line,

you can learn
with someone else.

How was your day?

Honestly, this is
the best part.

Your Honor,
please ask the witness

to answer the question.

Well, Jimmy Ryan's face
was blown off.

Yeah.

You know, when I first heard
the news, I was, uh...

I don't know, I was-I was
something-something like...

happy.

Mm.

That's his karma.

We pay a price in this world
for frayed loyalties.

What, you not joining me?

Not right now.

[Decourcy]
Oh. All right.

How was your day?

We're pregnant.

[clears throat]
Uh...

Did you...
when-when did you find out?

Thursday.

Wait, wait, you waiting
to just now to tell me?

Really, Decourcy?
Is that the best you can do?

Well, hey, hey, hey.

Uh, no, it, um...

Guess I'm done
sipping cognac, eh?

Come here.
Come here.

Then Bram Stoker,
he goes over to Ireland,

and he's riding through
the bucolic Irish countryside

with whoever, whatever,

a-and they notice
all these people

deranged with hunger--

men, women, little ones.

T-they're skin and bones.

They're so starved that they
don't even look human.

Aye, the potato famine.

So old Bram goes,
"What the fuck?"

And he pokes his head
out of the wagon,

and they see
a thousand old hags

sucking on their fingers
and their hands,

drinking cow's blood
and pig's blood,

and Bram is horrified.

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,
the next thing you know,

they're gonna be drinking
human blood.

Get me the fuck away
from these bloodsuckers."

Then later,

after five or six glasses
of absinthe,

Bram thinks, "Wait a minute.
I'm onto something."

And Dracula is born.

You know, this may come
as a shock to you,

but we have bounced back
in the 150 years

since the potatoes went rotten.

Yeah, for some, the Republic
is picture-book Ireland,

where the tourists go,

but up at the North Channel--
Larne, Carrickfergus--

no, these are
quaint little towns

that kiss the sea.

We're not all blood and bombs

or bloodsuckers.

singing in Irish

Wow, that's so pretty.

Bit of Irish as payment
for a home-cooked meal.

So, Maeve,
why did you come to America?

Same reason as everybody does--

the money.

-"C.R.E.A.
-M" playing

Running up in gates

And doing hits
for high stakes

Making my way
on fire escapes

No question, I would speed
for cracks and weed

The combination
made my eyes bleed

No question,
I would flow off

And try to get
the dough all

Sticking up white boys
in ball courts

My life got no better,
same damn 'Lo sweater

Times is rough and tough
like leather

Figured out
I went the wrong route

So I got with a sick tight
clique and went all out

Catching keys
from 'cross seas

Rolling in MPVs,
every week we made 40 Gs

Yo, bro, respect mine

Or here go the TEC-9

Cash rules
everything around me

C.R.E.A.M., get the money

Dollar, dollar bill, y'all

Cash rules...

Go.

C.R.E.A.M., get the money

Dollar, dollar bill, y'all

It's been 22
long, hard years

I'm still struggling

-Yo hold it.
-Don't run!

Stop!

Hold it right there!

Get the fuck off.

Fuck!
Stay down.

Got his hands.

-Get him?
-Get down!

Get down!
Get the fuck down.

-I got him.
-You got him?

-Yeah.
-All right, get up, Anton.

Thanks, boys.

We got it.

Look what we have here.

We got one with a gun.

Where'd you get
this little number, huh?

From your mother.
Huh?

She's just like you.

Overtime white
and overtime stupid.

That's nice talk.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, hey, all right,
what the fuck?

Suferin, calm the fuck down!

This fucking job.

Babe?

Hey, I...I swear I'm thrilled.

You know?
I just...

I...I know how much
we want this baby.

I just wasn't expecting for you

to tell me
you was pregnant tonight.

So put your coat back on,

go back through the front door,

and come back tomorrow.

Maybe then you'll be
more receptive.

Hey, but, ba...oh, come on.

Give me
some breathing room here.

Anybody would be daunted
by the responsibility.

Most of your reasons for not
wanting a child are selfish.

I am selfish.
So are you.

That's...it's always been
our thing.

It's part of the attraction.

Well, I'm guess
I'm at the point in my life

where I require more.

So...so when our baby
gets here, right,

how do you plan
to balance everything?

Us, your career, the Coalition,
social life?

Are you asking me to be
a stay-at-home mom?

No.

Yes.
Uh, look...

I lost my mom to cancer
when I was 12 years old.

She was there until she wasn't.

All right?

Presence has its blessings.

Well, there are different ways
to be present.

Women navigate these waters
every day.

Been doing so for centuries.

Good night.

Hello.

[Chris] Dee,
we busted Anton Campbell.

Resisting arrest,
illegal firearm, distributing.

Come join the party.

-I'll see you in 20 minutes.
-[Chris] All right.

Babe, you better get dressed.

If you're half
as good a lawyer as Mama says,

I'll be home in bed

by time you pull out
the parking lot in your Lexus.

Now's not the time
to be a smartass.

[Anton] Is there ever
a good time to be a smartass?

You know the other day
Junior Senegel was chased down

and shot in the stomach?

It takes a lot of anger
to settle a score.

A measure of strength, too.
But here's the thing.

There's always gonna be
a new score,

new chain of young Black bodies
bleeding out on the street.

Now, you may not care

whether you die
or live another day,

but my hunch is,
your mother does.

Don't bring my mother
into this.

Well, it's a long history
of women,

mothers nurturing the living,
mourning the dead.

Marys,
the Mary Magdalenes, the--

You seem to be
on a fishing expedition.

Are you gonna charge
my client with something?

Eventually I am.

I will,

'cause Junior's gonna live,

and when he wakes up,

he's gonna tell me
everything that happened.

What you did.

Mr. Ward, please ask
Mr. Campbell

something relevant
to tonight's arrest.

Otherwise, this sad attempt
at an interrogation

is over.

Unless you'd like to discuss
the bruises on his face?

[Decourcy]
He resisted arrest.

[Siobhan] I'd like to see
the police report.

I heard it was a boxing match.
You lost.

-That's bullshit.
Hmm.

You know, Socrates said,
"Know thyself,"

but we don't all get
the opportunity

to do that, do we, now?

To know ourselves,
to grow into ourselves?

Take Raina Allen--

little girl who died

in the crossfire
on Valentine's Day.

She'll never know
what being a teenager means.

My client is not here
to discuss Raina Allen.

Now, unless you have
evidence of the contrary,

I suggest you stick
to the matters at hand.

Damn.

Wow.

"Wow."

You must think
it's a fucking joke, huh?

Funny thing is,
I know how this ends,

and trust me,
you don't get the last laugh.

somber music

Didn't know you were a smoker.

I quit after
I got pregnant with Anton.

This is a once-a-year,
stress-induced indulgence

you're witnessing.

-Grace, I--
I hope you know

how much this means to me,
having you,

this little girl
I've known forever,

looking out for my family.

I say this with
the utmost respect for you.

Wake up.

How do both of your sons
end up arrested,

both of them?

Anton was caught
with an unlicensed gun

and crack cocaine.

-He resisted arrest.
-Says the BPD.

Profiling happens
all the time to all of us.

Well, maybe
not as much in the South End.

Oh, please don't make me
apologize for my privilege.

I'm using my privilege
to help your son.

Not every attorney
will give a damn

about another young Black man
facing ten to 15 years

for a guns and drugs charge.

You sound like your mother...

after she turned her back
on the movement.

Okay.

I'm gonna pretend
like I didn't hear that

and continue to do my job,

which I'm excellent at.

But in the meanwhile, reassess

and get your goddamn house
in order.

Good morning.

Tell me why you felt the need

to throw the evil eye
at Maeve last night.

She's alone.
No family nearby.

Jen...

why do you give a shit
about this woman?

There's a war going on
over there, Jackie.

Catholic against Protestant.

Not something I like
to think about, but...

there's blood on the streets.

There's blood
on the streets here.

Haven't you noticed?
A little girl got shot

in Roxbury, going through
her Valentine's Day cards.

One tragedy
doesn't cancel out another.

Maeve's a refugee, just like
your grandparents were.

What the fuck you really after?

-[bowl thuds]
-You know what?

No one gave a shit about me
when I was alone,

when I was crying, so, yeah,

I want to do something
for Maeve.

I don't know what.

Just, uh, you know, be there,
I guess.

You weren't alone, Jen.

I took care of things,
didn't I?

[scoffs]
Yeah.

Yeah,
but you never told me how.

We always sort of tiptoe
around the subject.

What happened to my father?

Your father did what
I told him to and got lost.

The same way Clay Roach
got lost?

Hey, Cath,
there you are.

Wow, it's freezing out here.

Yeah, see, that's what happens,
you move to Florida.

You become intolerant
to the elements.

You forget that winter
in New England's

a bona fide bitch.

How you doing, Cathy?

Other day, I'm helping Kick
with her homework.

Social studies,
family-tree bullshit.

And we're taping
this picture of Frankie

to some piece
of construction board.

Something comes over me.

Before I even know
what I'm doing,

I'm looking up
the word "husband"

in the dictionary.

You know what
the word "husband" means?

Keeper of the farm.

Yeah, that's Frankie.

Pitchfork in hand.

Only, now I'm the keeper
of the farm.

I don't have Frankie
to complain to

when the water heater
don't work

or we're down
to our last five eggs

or 20 bucks.

Half the time, I feel
like I'm walking around,

and I'm missing a limb
or a rib.

You know, Frankie took the kids
here one time...

to watch the planes fly
in and out of Logan.

And now I'm here.

I just keep thinking,
maybe if I...

sit here long enough,
I can hear him,

just hear his voice.

melancholy music

Hey, you start sadness up,
it'll...

it'll suck the life
out of you.

I know you're half warrior,
Cathy, but you...

you got to let go sometimes.

It's freezing.

Yeah.

It's also
kind of fucking beautiful.

You don't look so good, kid.

Uh-uh.
Address me, not my son.

I feel sick to my stomach.
I don't want to do this.

Please don't make me do this.

Listen, this nightmare'll
be over in a few minutes.

Just do whatever this asshole
wants you to do.

Listen to your ma, Rickey.

Sooner or later,
reality slaps you in the face.

Every man for himself.

You're really sitting up here,
asking me to break the law,

to do dirt on the one person
who come around and help me.

He could've been like
the officer

-who put handcuffs on me.

Rickey.
Rickey, wait.

Rickey, Rickey, listen to me.

Get off me, Ma!

-Ma, I'm sorry.
-Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You okay?

I'm fine.

You see?
I hate this.

I hate this, man.

I hate...

Rickey, no, no, no,
no, no!

No, you gonna break your arm!

Stop.
Rickey, listen.

Look at me.

Babe, I love you.

I'm just trying to...

I don't know what the fuck
I'm trying to do.

This is my kid.

Do you know how hard it is
to keep sober?

I was six months dry.

Then you show up at my door

with those beers
and that badge,

leveling threats
against me and Rickey.

You nearly cost me
my fucking job.

The system is broken.
It's corrupt.

You have no compassion for us.

You don't care about us.

You know, when I was a kid,
my ma used to send me

to bum cigarettes
from the neighbors.

Pretty soon, I'm coming home,
and for every two I get,

I'm smoking one.

I'm coming in the house
empty-handed.

You know, that's an ass kicking
right there.

But, you know,
that one errand...

that set me on a course...

or off.

Tell the truth, kid.

-What?
-Forget what I told you to do.

Decourcy Ward saved you 'cause
you deserved to be saved.

Do what's right.

Consider this
an Act of Contrition.

You asked to see me?

I was a little surprised
that the Townsend kid

changed his statement.

At the very last second,
he gives Decourcy Ward

a hall pass.

A shock, to be sure.

What happened?

I got the story wrong.

A story you made up.

Rickey Townsend.
He will pay.

Do you know what I see standing
in front of me, Jackie?

The lay of your life?

An agent whose day
has come and gone.

You need to retire.

Oh, okay.
So we're back to that, are we?

Well, this time, I'm insisting.

Things I've done,
you can't get rid of me,

'cause if I go, I'm singing
like fucking Sinatra.

"My Way."

And all the bad guys

who've been convicted
in the last 20 years

are gonna want a new trial.

You're gonna have to reopen
hundreds and hundreds of cases.

Your office will implode.

You'd destroy the fucking world
for the home-field advantage.

Believe it, darling.

Believe it.

[Decourcy] If They Come
In The Morning.

I love this book.

I heard her speak
my freshman year of college.

I remember thinking naively,

you know, "Angela Davis?

Who's gonna come to an
Angela Davis lecture at BU?"

Good thing I got timing
like my father.

Showed up early.
They were turning people away.

We never stop needing
revolutionaries.

Miss Eloise,

you and I haven't always seen
eye to eye.

I'd say we're batting
under .200.

Y-you know another side
of Siobhan.

Yeah, you know her before--

Before...she married you?
Yeah.

Before she was an attorney.

Truth is, I'm surprised
that she married--

Me?

Another lawyer.

She's too smart
not to have recognized

the potential dangers
that might arise.

I can't talk to Siobhan.
She represents the Campbells.

But...

yeah, I have my reservations
about Grace.

She's not necessarily
all that she seems, and...

I don't...it's...it's
some problems with her family.

Decourcy, that woman
has changed

the face of Roxbury.

You go after Grace
on a whim or a hunch,

you are courting disaster.

I'm handling the case.

The murder
of the 11-year-old girl?

And her sons might be involved?

Look, I know you can't tell me
any details,

but sometimes you need to take
the long view.

That often means
the narrow view.

Distance yourself.

Now, Grace,

for better or worse,
almost always better,

she's committed herself

to improving people,
our people.

Try to roll a truck over her,
directly or indirectly,

no one in her world
will support you...

or Siobhan.

Siobhan needs Grace's loyal
and large constituency

to win the city council seat.

Even if Grace is in the wrong?

My path, Grace's path,

diverged a long time ago,
but in her defense...

...what does "wrong" mean
in this day and age?

Who cornered the market
on that word?

Decourcy, you're going to be
a father soon

to an adorable baby boy...

or girl.

My grandchild.

Count your blessings.

Try not to trip
over your own two feet.

I already have.
Siobhan's pissed at me.

About the Campbells?

And other things.

Well, maybe you should rise
to the occasion,

do something revolutionary.

Hi, Mama.

You didn't tell me
you were bringing a friend.

What, no hug?

There are no pleasantries

in what I'm thinking
or feeling today.

-Mama, it was the cops--
-No.

I messed up, Mama.
I'm sorry.

That's how they get you.
"I'm sorry, Mama.

I love you, Mama."

I brought Reverend Hughes
'cause--

Bible say if you gonna pray,
don't worry,

and if you gonna worry,
don't pray.

Your behavior requires
that I do both, Anton.

Young brother, your mother
wants what's best for you,

and what's best for you
is to be out of here.

Well, then, Reverend,
with all due respect,

call Miss Quays and get me
the fuck out of here.

And give me and my mama
some alone time

-while you at it.
Anton.

Once the system
gets ahold of you,

you may never see
the outside again.

You got out.

'Cause I played
my cards right,

but I missed years.

I missed births, weddings,
funerals,

things that most people
take for granted.

You ain't got to worry
about me, Mama.

I can take care of myself.

What about your brother and me?

Your mistakes
are bleeding us out, Anton.

My job, my reputation,
our home.

We could lose everything.

Your "taking care of yourself"

is ruining the rest of us.

I love you, Mama,
but where's Siobhan Quays?

Where's Siobhan Quays?

dark music

Call Miss Quays.
Call Miss Quays.

Get me the fuck out of here!

Call my lawyer.
Get the fuck off me.

-Call my lawyer...
-I said enough!

Grace, you okay?

A woman in motion
stays in motion.

I was gonna say
just the opposite.

Maybe you need to take
a minute and sit down.

If I stop, I may not ever
get back up.

Uh, we ought to organize
the reverends,

walk the Four Corners
every night.

Start at nine o'clock
and shepherd the streets

till dawn.

Get some probation officers,
city officials...

Some reformed gangbangers.
Gain some trust.

Let the gangs know we're real.

Yeah, I'm on it.

You just take care
of your boys.

My boys are the reason
why I need to walk.

I have to do something,
save face.

Christ spent the last
night of his life in jail.

No shame here, Grace.

We're all just trying to do
the best we can.

Did Anton do his best?

Back there, Reverend,
I couldn't recognize him.

Did I do my best
raising my boy?

Surprise.

Let me guess.
Callie.

Oh, you know with friends
like Callie,

you have no secrets.

-When I was a little girl...
-Mm-hmm.

...my mom and I would put these
in brown paper bags,

hand them out
as party favors.

-Mm.
-Just stick them in a...

mason jar with some dirt

and wait for them to bloom.

A tradition we'll continue
with our kids.

You know I never even heard
of winter white lilies

till I visited you and
your family on the Vineyard?

Froze my ass off
that December.

We were testing you.

You still are.
Eloise is, at least.

Luckily, no one
in my family but me

gets to decide
if you measure up or not.

Let me show you
how to do that.

Bit like driving a Cadillac.

Oh.

Hey, us having a baby

is not an experience
I want to miss out on.

I'm ready to change
some diapers.

And if anybody can finesse
a career and motherhood

and the murkier side
of city politics, you can.

You're gonna be
a-a beacon of pride

for every professional woman
in Boston.

Mm.

And I'll be right here
beside you.

We're a team.

And we're gonna be
some damn good parents.

You know that, right?

I know that now.

Mm.

And that's all that matters.

[Decourcy]
Oh, is it?

[Siobhan]
Mm-hmm.

What are you doing?

Oh, just thinking.

-About what?
-You.

What about me?

Earlier tonight, when you
were practicing for the choir,

I was thinking about how
I couldn't wait to fuck you.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

I've been thinking about that
a lot lately.

Last night, I was hoping

your little Irish friend
was gonna stay over,

and the three of us could,
you know--

Oh, fuck you!

Oh, that's not fucking funny.

Wasn't totally a joke.

Which makes you even more
of a shit bag.

I just thought maybe
you'd want to try

something new.
I don't...

Oh, well, you thought
fucking wrong...

as usual.

I need a beer.

Yeah, me too.

Is my living in vain?

Is my giving in vain?

Is my praying in vain?

I was expecting
a larger turnout, Grace.

Can't blame them, Reverend.

People don't feel safe
in their own neighborhoods.

See where they at?
I see them right there!

Marco!

Somebody call
an ambulance!

[person]
They got Marco, yo!

[bystander]
Say what?

somber music

Hey.

Get up.

Let me ask you something.

Are you ready to send the man
who put you here to prison?

Where's my mom and dad?

Do you know
who Anton Campbell is?

Did Anton Campbell shoot you?

All right.

You know,
while you were sleeping,

Marco took a bullet
straight to the morgue.

Marco who?

Marco Barnes,
Braxton Boys.

They ass weak.

Yeah, maybe,

but you know what that means,
don't you?

They came at you,
you went at them,

they doubled down hard.

Or let me rephrase.

Do you want this man
to try to kill you again?

Did Anton Campbell shoot you?

I'll take your silence
as a yes.

Well, here's some truth telling
for you.

You better get him.

Or else you will?
Is that an ultimatum?

That's not my kind of justice.

Justice is a two-cent word.

Bitch.

somber music

Thanks for dropping in.

Marco just got into BU,
for fuck's sake.

How many of us get into BU
from Braxton Summit?

Haven't you figured it out yet?

-[door closes]
-This is our BU, baby brother.

-Marco was our people.
-I know.

It ain't enough
for you to just know.

I'm in here.
You out there.

-Step up.
-I want to live another day.

Can I just live
another fucking day?

All right, Anton?

When did we become bitches,

hanging our head and crying

while them
Copeland Crew motherfuckers

blow us away?

They laughing at us.

If you don't hit back now
and hit back hard,

they gonna pick us off
and move in on our territory.

Show these pink-ass niggas
what you made of

before they make
a pussy out of you.

So we go for broke and shit?

Don't trust nobody
but Jermaine.

Jermaine don't need
to be out here,

clapping at innocent people.

Rewind that juvenile thinking
for me.

I don't think I heard
what you said.

Strays don't just come
with the territory, Kelvin.

Strays mark the territory.

Chaos is good business.

Mama was out there, too.

She could've been
one of them strays.

'Ton.

I thought the whole point
of this

was to bust the hell
out of Braxton Projects,

buy Mom a house.

Is my praying in vain?

Oh

Is my labor in vain?

Is my singing in vain?

Is my speaking

Is it in vain?

- No
- No, no

Of course not

No, no

No

No, no, no, no, no

Of course not

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

No

- No, no
- Of course not

No, no, no, no, no, no