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Hey, look out! What are you doing?

- Jump, you loser!
- Jump!

Hey, take the plunge, kid!

Come on, the game's on!

Hey, asshole! Do it!

Come on.

Just jump already! I got shit to do.

What, somebody hates living here so bad,

he wants to take a nosedive
off the top floor?

Heroin's got this one
thinking he can fly.

Every day with these smokers, something.

Makes me sick.

Hey, I think he's down to jump, dude!

- Jump, junkie!
- Pussy!

Move here from Charlestown, did you?

Yeah, so?

My husband's from Charlestown.

Talk about nosedives.

He's doing time at Walpole now.

Mine too.

Let's go, buddy!
Let's go! Do it or don't!

Government seized the
house, took my car.

Now they're trying to take my salon.

I got bills. I got kids.

I don't even know why
I keep visiting him.

I always end up less hopeful
than when I came.

- That's why I stopped.
- Come on, junkie.

You having a bad day?

Watch out for the car!

Yeah, you think you're
getting out of one thing,

end up right in another shithole.

- Oh, God.
- He fucking did it!

How are we gonna protest Raina's murder?

Or is this a candlelight vigil?

Hearts are too heavy for a protest.

The elementary school's flag
has been flying at half-mast.

Yeah, even the guys from
the prison-to-work program

are spray-painting Raina's portrait

all up and down Braxton Street.

There she is.

The community needs space to mourn

before the grief turns into rage.

Quincy...

I want you to do right
by Raina, you hear?

I will, Nana.

Don't go charging Gloria and Darron

for more than the basics.

Oh, Nana. You know I'd never do that.

- You want names and dates?
- No.

Glad the police released the body.

And I hope they find the killers.

In the meanwhile,

let's give this child the
funeral she deserves.

Hey.

Why you looking all doomsday?

Hey, 'Ton?

Don't you feel bad about the shooting?

About Raina?

It's not our fault she
lived where she lived.

I'm gonna need you to make a run.

_

Why is this taking so long?

Justice sometimes is a snail.

Even when the girl is innocent?

The hardest drug Maddy
Wilson takes is aspirin.

Mm, remember, today's
hearing is a formality.

The FBI reviewed Maddy's case

and determined that the charges
against her were unfounded.

Yes, but will the Youth
Violence Strike Force

be punished for the false arrest?

Probably not.

This is fucking bullshit.

- That was a righteous collar.
- Relax, Tony, relax.

Bullshit.

- Done and done.
- We really appreciate this.

I would like to stay and
take a few more bows,

but I got to see a man
about a hound dog.

Child, you all right?

I just want to go home.

Come on, Maddy.

Jackie Rohr, hero.

Please.

All things turn to shit around Jackie.

My gut tells me this will, too.

He did what you asked him
to do... Maddy's free.

What, I'm just supposed
to forget all the things

that happened in the past?

Watching Hank die 'cause
of Jackie's showboating?

Hank's not here to say this, so I will.

Focus on the present,
look to the future.

- Hmm?
- Mm.

Hey, nice paint job.

I guess being the Suffolk
County DA has its privileges...

new paint whenever you want
to cover up an ugly stain.

Did you know that shit-green walls

were the number-one aphrodisiac
in prison sexual encounters?

There's something about the hue.

Whatever you want, Rohr.
You got less than two minutes.

Okay. My friends and I at the Bureau

are investigating the
Youth Strike Force.

Apparently, these clowns
thought planting drugs

on a dean's list college
student was a good idea.

The case against Madeline
Wilson was dismissed.

Yeah, but Roxbury's still in an uproar.

T-T-They want someone high up to pay,

you know, somebody with authority.

And this guy Tony Suferin,
his blood's not blue enough.

Now, I can do this on my own,

or we can work together.

- You need a goat.
- I need a goat.

Don't need to be you.

I'm not handing over one
of my DAs for sacrifice.

Mm, I would be careful if I were you.

You don't want Braxton Summit
to become 1974 all over again...

National Guard on every
corner, I mean...

Braxton's a federal housing project.

You feds grabbed the case.
Now you want my help?

Come on, Guy.

Haven't I come through for you before?

Didn't I look the other way

when you were fucking that
sweet little piece of ass

down in South Boston?

I wouldn't want your wife to find out.

You're losing your touch, Jackie.

You're gonna make a mess.

Yeah, well, I love making messes.

Hello?

Ma, Non's on the phone.

So?

She says she has to talk to you.

So?

She says it's really
important this time.

So?

You have to talk to your ma someday.

Yeah, but today is not someday.

Hey, yo, tag that nigga, man.

- Yeah, get in there.
- Come on, man.

- Oh!
- Yo, nigga.

Isaac.

Isaac!

When I left this morning,
this filth wasn't here.

You and your friends, clean up the wall.

- What?
- You heard me.

Clean it up now.

This old lady must be smoking, B.

- You hear what she said?
- You see this folder?

We don't see shit.

I've watched y'all losing games

on that raggedy ball court.

This folder determines

whether y'all will have
hoops with rims and nets

or broken backboards.

So y'all gonna take some pride
in where you live, you hear me?

And stop acting like you
don't have the home training

- I know you got.
- Get off the court.

You ain't moving Nana.

I've been threatened by
every gang in this city,

from the Copeland Crew
to the Lenox Boys.

Damn, son.

So I'll say it one more time.

Clean up the wall.

That's for cleaning supplies.

Bring me a bag of candy corn,
get yourself something sweet.

And bring me my change.

Kelvin?

Anton?

_

Between Madeline Wilson

and the murder of that little
girl on Valentine's Day,

the fucking city is on edge.

Five racial crises are all I
can handle in this lifetime.

Well...

I can take the lead, boss.

I mean, the only way to
counter an FBI investigation

is for this office to open
an investigation of our own.

Investigate the Justice Department?

Yep. I have some angles.

First and foremost,

Assistant U.S. Attorney Holly Gunner...

I believe that Jackie dumped
her in front of St. Eligius.

Has Gunner told you that he did?

She had a coke-induced stroke.

So you have no proof?

I will.

Fine.

Jackie Rohr wants to play up the ass?

He's the one who'll get fucked here.

No safe word, no Vaseline.

Nadine Knowles? BU Law, class of '86?

- Who's asking?
- Jackie Rohr, FBI.

You know, I was flipping
through your yearbook.

Saw a cute picture of
you and Decourcy Ward

at the Barrister's Ball.

Is he in some kind of trouble?

What happened between you two?

"Those who can" work
for the DA's office,

and "those who can't" defend prostitutes

and low-level drug dealers

till they lose their minds.

Well, you strike me
as a "those who can."

You know, I'm very close with Guy Dan,

and I know that he's looking
to hire some women.

I don't know what
you're after, Mr. Rohr,

but you're asking the wrong girl.

Decourcy and I were friends, period.

Try asking the one who
cried in the bathroom

for an entire semester, Sierra Mills.

Okay, Callie, give me the news,

the good, the bad, the ugly.

Why are you always such a worry wart?

Back in college, you majored in
African Studies and worrying.

Two weeks ago, you told me I had polyps.

And I said polyps are common.

They could lead to complications,

but that's a rarity, not the norm.

So, tell me...

what do I have to do to get pregnant?

After the hormone tests come
back, we'll have more answers.

Your poker face is abysmal.

I can't get pregnant, can I?

Siobhan...

five months is too soon to panic.

We usually don't test patients your age

until they've been trying to
conceive for at least a year.

I don't want to wait that long.

I can't give Decourcy another
reason to put this off.

You have to be patient,

and you need to have Decourcy
on board 100 percent

no matter when this happens.

In the meantime,

tell that hardheaded husband
of yours to take Robitussin.

Hmm. Congestion medicine?

To enhance his motility.

Are you even old enough to remember

when the State Street Bank
was actually on State Street?

My father told me the stories.

Your old Beacon Hill dad, huh?

You get along with him now?

Yes.

And how is your relationship
with your father?

Decourcy Ward.

Does that name make you nervous?

Angry, young Black man
meets rich white girl

who wants to prove to Daddy
that he doesn't control her?

You two must've been
irresistible to each other.

Think people are that simple, huh?

Well, there's a line
that I've always liked...

"Study human nature
and act accordingly."

As in, if a guy's in your
office acting like a creep,

then he's probably a creep?

So show him the door.

So this, uh, fling that you had
with Decourcy in law school.

This must've started after he
met his lovely bride-to-be.

Am I correct?

Yeah, you know,

you learn more about people
at the end of a relationship

than you do at the beginning.

Decourcy showed his true colors, right?

When crawling back to the beautiful,
perfect Siobhan Quays.

Don't blame yourself.

Sticking with our own...
that's human nature.

Can you not?

It's unprofessional.

Makes us look like we got no business.

I think it looks like we got no business

'cause we got no business.

Fuck me.

I've had clients come in
here from that courthouse

since the day I opened this place

and now it's like...

it's like I got purple
spots or something.

This has nothing to do with you, Cathy.

I mean, this is Frankie's doing...

You shut your fucking mouth
about my husband.

You understand?

This'll blow over.

The customers, they'll come back.

Yeah.

Soon as their hair starts
looking like shit, right?

Right.

Hey, Cathy, I was thinking about it,

and, um, I don't want
you to pay me on Friday.

Why? You worked this week, didn't you?

I don't need your charity.

Okay.

Well... then I quit.

I don't want your pity either.

I'll find another job.

Call me when they come crawling back

looking like the dogs that they are.

I'm gonna call you.

Of course you are.

♪ I'm a heat freak ♪

♪ Home court in the streets
without feeling no grief ♪

♪ I wasn't looking for beef ♪

♪ Coolest guy you ever meet
if you come in peace ♪

♪ If not, I have a feast
'cause inside me's a beast ♪

♪ I'ma die on my feet, fool,
I'm made of concrete... ♪

How'd you get little knucklehead
Isaac and them

to clean the tags off the wall?

Bribed them with candy corn.

- You got some for me?
- Maybe.

Now wash up.

And make sure you thank your
Aunt B later for the casserole.

Man, what are we thanking her for?

The way she burnt these edges?

Why she keep sending food over?

Everybody know she can't cook.

We thank your aunt for taking
time out her very busy schedule

to cook for her family...

and the burnt edges.

Anton...

you see the information I left
in your room about the military?

Air Force or Navy...
both are good options.

Free education, good health care.

- I ain't Colin Powell, Ma.
- Nobody's saying you got to be.

But you got to be open to
ways up and out of this place.

See the world. Maybe get
your own house someday.

A house for you.

Move out of here.

Yeah.

I'm gonna visit the Allen family later.

They're grieving something
terrible over Raina.

Will you two come with me?

Sure, Mama. Raina was a sweet child.

After the day I've had, I need lobster.

I need to tear something
apart with my bare hands.

Hear you.

- Ah, had a tough day?
- Mm, that.

And I saw Callie.

Uh, Ward for two.

Your waiter will be
with you in a moment.

Hey, uh, I'll be right back.
I see somebody I know.

Excuse me.

Don't mean to disturb you, Ms. Shimizu,

but we need to talk.

- I'm Decourcy Ward.
- I know who you are.

I never forget a fuck-up.

Business hours end at six o'clock.

I phoned you twice. I got no reply.

New job. Settling in,

sorting through a bunch
of dangling crap.

Oh, you mean like the investigation

- on the Youth Strike Force?
- That cop broke the law.

You know, some people might think

that by going after Tony Suferin,

you're just trying to take
eyes off of your people...

the FBI informant program.

No wonder you were demoted.

You have the instincts of a doorknob.

You know, I was the
Assistant U.S. Attorney,

so I know when the FBI's
trying to hide something...

let's say like a dirty agent

who left one of your lawyers
for dead outside a hospital.

Which agent?

An ongoing investigation.
I can't, at this time, say.

Maybe you should go back to your wife,

assuming she's your wife,

while I still have a millimeter
of patience left.

Maybe you should be asking

if the Office of Professional
Responsibility

has been notified.

When you were at the Justice Department,

you should've learned
not to poke the nest,

not to antagonize people
more powerful than you.

Oh, there's nowhere to poke but up.

That a Brooklyn thing?

Don't ever come to me
unless I send for you.

There are some big, white whales

you should leave be, Ahab.

You got a cold?

No, but Callie seems to
think you should take this.

But I'm not sick.

Callie was talking about
mobility... or motility.

She said if you take this, that'll help.

Callie thinks I'm the problem?

Not exactly.

Then what exactly?

Monsieur, madame, good evening.

We have two specials tonight...

Broiled eastern halibut hôtellerie
with allumette potato

and braised ox joints in casserole.

The fuck are you doing?

Hey, that's a sin, you know.
You're gonna go blind.

Worse than that, you're gonna
grow hair on your palms.

Start singing like Ace of Base.

You're not funny, Jackie.
Not even close to funny.

- Just wait. Cathy.
- Get the fuck away from me.

Cathy.

- Get the fuck away from me, Jimmy.
- Hey, wait. Just wait.

I just want to help.

I just... just let me help
you and the kids, all right?

Okay? We're family.

You rat prick.

You don't think you helped
enough already, huh?

You go and fuck up all our lives,

and now you want to come in heres
like some white fucking knight?

Look at this dump. Look at this place.

- Mary McCormack Housing?
- I got shit to do.

No, Cathy, Cathy, just...

Look...

I'm real sorry.

But if you want to help the kids,

and I know that you do,

then, Cathy, you got to...
you got to take that anger,

and you got-you got to
put it behind you, okay?

- Just let me help you.
- What, and relieve your guilt, huh?

You put us where we are.

And now you want to come here

talking all this... this
"we are family" horseshit?

I'd rather cut my fucking
tits off with a butter knife

than take anything from you.

Well, then you better
start cutting now, okay?

'Cause right here, this is ten grand.

- What the fuck are you doing?
- Just take it, okay?

I know you need the fucking
money, so just take it, okay?

What the fuck are you doing
walking around with cash like that?

Where'd you get it?

I'm working with these Black
kids over in Braxton, so...

In Braxton? What the fuck, Jimmy?

It's fine, okay? Just trust me on this.

It's-it's totally fine.

T-they got nothing on these guys, okay?

Because their mother...

she's a-she's a fucking activist.
She works for the city.

No one's gonna-no one's gonna
touch these guys, okay?

And like you said, I'm a piece of shit.

Yeah, I'm a piece of shit.

But her fucking sons...

they're running a fucking
drug ring under her nose,

so I'm not the only piece
of shit in the world.

So take the fucking money.

How bad you want to help us out?

Whatever you need.

This building is full of
jonesing shit-bums.

You know where they
getting their heroin?

Fuck, fuck, Cathy.

Look, y-you don't want
to go nose-to-nose

with those kind of people, okay?

- Fucking please. Just keep the money.
- No, Cathy, just wait.

Just wait, okay?

"Anything you need," right?

"Anything you need." Huh, Jimmy?

- Or is that a fucking lie, too?
- All right.

Go get me the drugs or get fucked.

I'll take care of it.

Here are some more empty vials.

What's up, Jermaine?

- It's Jermaine, right?
- Yeah.

Kelvin.

- Fuck.
- Marco.

Marco. Shit, sorry. My bad.

Typical white guy, right?

You're back early.

Got a special order for you.

Special how?

I need a half brick of brown.

Nigga, this ain't JCPenney.

We don't do half off.

Well, I'm testing a new market.

- New means risky.
- No, new means money.

Southie.

White trash love their heroin.

And since I'm white trash
myself, I'll blend right in.

Fucking gold mine.

You'll take the whole
brick or nothing at all.

Anton, see...

... see, I, uh, only got enough
money for half, so...

Well, if your plan is
as good as you say,

- it shouldn't be a problem.
- Oh, plan's good, plan's good.

It's just, uh...

I just don't like buying
shit on credit, that's all.

This ain't credit.

It's a chance for you
to prove yourself...

... for you to show us you're
more than a white boy

who put his brother away for life.

So that, uh, you know...

"playing with yourself" thing,

- that's, like, an every night sort of thing...
- Do me a favor, okay?

- ... or what?
- Just forget what you saw.

Who were you thinking about?

I wasn't thinking about anyone.

Hey, I'm your husband.
I got a right to know.

- Whose dick were you after?
- Pierce Brosnan.

Pierce Brosnan?

Oh, that's disappointing.

I mean, Brad Pitt, I-I-I could see.

Nolte, maybe. But Brosnan?

I mean, that insults my integrity.

You.

Okay? I...

I was thinking about you.

Okay.

Mom, phone's for you!

Lena, w-what's the matter?
W-what's going on?

Your ma is sick.

Okay, what do you mean? Sick like how?

Sick like in the priest is coming over

to give her last rites.

She's dying? Oh...

Look, if Ma was really that
sick, she would've told me.

Rosa tried to call. She got zippo.

How you can treat your
own mother like that

is a disgrace.

- Tell her that, uh, I can't...
- No, uh-uh.

No, I'm no go-between.

You get your ingrate ass over here now.

I guess someday's finally arrived.

I taught you well.

You go right to, "Fuck me? Fuck you."

Though if I was you,

I wouldn't expect an invitation

to the DOJ barbecue anytime soon.

You were seen with
Holly Gunner at the bar

the night of her OD.

I don't remember that.

Is your old age affecting your recall?

Well, "a clear conscience is
a sure sign of a bad memory."

Was that your answer
for Clay Roach, too?

You know, there was no
gun residue on his hands.

Tell me, h-h-how does someone just...

... shoot themself in the
head with no gun residue?

Hey, ever attend any of those
BU alumni reunion things?

You know, catch up with old friends

that you've lost touch with?

People get so nostalgic about
their college days, don't they?

They just... they tend to
talk and talk and talk,

even about the bad stuff.

I know I do...

all the heartbreak.

People got a lot to say

about your good and
not-so-good old days.

Different from what you've said,

which makes for a nice fairy tale.

- Just more bullshit, huh?
- Maybe.

Or maybe I opened up an account
at the State Street Bank.

Very cooperative bankers there.

I have an idea.

Why don't we put my long-dead past

up against your recent deadly past

and see who goes to jail?

Mm, listen, your boss
is slapping your ass.

My boss is slapping my ass.

This Youth Strike Force
investigation thing...

It's bigger than the two of us now.

This has only ever been
about the two of us.

♪ Through me ♪

♪ I'm living in an empty room ♪

♪ With all the windows smashed ♪

You sound pretty damn good, Mom.

But could I ask you a question?

Yeah.

You know, you just never told me,

even though I've asked,
about where your dad is.

Uh, well, you know, Ma says he's dead,

but, you know, she lies.

He could be in "Pongo
Pongo," for all I care.

Well, I mean, if he is alive,
you should talk to him,

you know, find him,

tell him how you feel,
tell him who you are now.

You really think I got a good voice?

Yeah. Tracy Chapman good.

Oh, you're not just saying
that to be nice, are you?

No. Come on, Ma, would I bullshit you?

You should sing more.

I don't have anyone to sing for.

So? Sing for yourself.

Faster you get in,
the faster we're done.

Yeah.

I'm never gonna be
done with this woman...

even when she's in the dirt.

Oh, my sister's always
been a pain in the ass.

Now she's even worse.

Living with her is a daytime nightmare.

She makes me feel like shit
for needing a place to stay.

But, hell, at least she had
the decency to take me in.

You know, for someone
who's seriously ill, Non,

you're still making a lot of noise.

Yeah, Ma.

You don't look like
you're about to croak.

What's your actual medical problem?

I need a hip replacement.

A hip replacement?

That's all? And you
asked for last rites?

Yeah, I guess the senility's
finally settling in.

Watch your tone, you little bitch!

Contrary to what your high-school
education may suggest,

hip surgery is a high-risk procedure.

Y-you're so full of shit, Ma.

What'd you really want to say to me?

I called a lawyer.

I'm suing you and that
jerkoff husband of yours.

I'm taking my house back.

Who's your lawyer?

Cashman, Esposito, and Hodge.

The front line of the '70s Bruins?

That's a good one, Non.

Oh, Jesus, look who's
here... the Irish one.

I know you asked for Father Bender,

but he's otherwise engaged.

Jenny, Benedetta, hello.

Yeah, save your prayers for
someone who deserves them.

When this one goes, she's
pushing the down button.

Surgery couldn't kill that woman...

not even a stake in the heart.

That's all you have to say?

You owe me an apology.

You're right.

I need to atone for my sins.

What would you suggest?

I don't know.

Do people still get scourged?

May I ask something of you?

You want to ask me for a favor?

Oh, you got nerve.

I came to you for help,

and you turned your back on me.

And then you sided with my husband.

You have my deepest apologies.

And I want to make things right.

I've seen you at the
school a couple times.

Seems like you're coming
back to the faith.

Attend Mass next Sunday.

I swear to God, this time
I won't fuck you over.

All right, I got strawberry.

- Who wants a strawberry?
- Not me.

- Me!
- You want it? Okay. I know...

- sour apple?
- Sour apple, sour apple!

You want it? Okay, you got sour apple.

- Okay, and I got a watermelon.
- Hi, Mommy.

- You want a watermelon?
- Yeah, yeah.

What are you doing here?

I got what you asked
for. It's out in the car.

No, psych! You have to stand!

No, I don't, Tony!

How could you even talk to him?

Look, sometimes...

we got to do things that
we don't want to do

in order to get what we need.

All right, you got two weeks
to get rid of the stash.

But, Cathy, you got to
call me right away

if you have trouble moving
that shit, all right?

Okay? It's not exactly
bootleg cigarettes.

Yeah? Well, I won't be calling you.

I don't lie about what
I can and can't do.

Listen, you still got that
piece my brother gave you?

Shut your fucking mouth.

He is not your brother.
You are not our family.

- Not to him, me, or my kids.
- Nah, you're wrong.

Yeah, you're wrong, Cathy.

You know what I thought
about the other day?

And don't ask me how I
fucking thought of this.

It just popped in my head.

At your wedding, I got wasted.

Yeah, I remember.

Yeah, anyway, my dad got
so fucking pissed at me,

he threw me out of the K of C.

I was out in the parking lot,

I was just fucking
walking back and forth,

and your pops came out for a smoke.

And he knew.

He knew how fucking
pissed I was with my dad.

He said, "Sure you are.

"But you aren't...

because you're stuck with each other."

And, Cathy, we're stuck with each other.

And the same people you sell that to

will kill you for that shit if
you can't protect yourself.

All right? Just-just
wait here, wait here.

Come here.

Can you handle that?

Yeah.

Yeah, I can.

Getting nowhere tying
Jackie Rohr to Holly Gunner.

Think I should just
take a few steps back,

focus on Clay Roach.

Look, right now

my goal's to find out
who killed Raina Allen

and who framed Tony Suferin.

Those should be your goals, too.

They are, but not my only goals.

An anonymous tip gave us
the name of a gangbanger

who was on the street
the night Raina was shot.

Haitian kid. Junior Senegel,
total scumbag...

with the Copeland Crew.

I'm about to pay him a visit.

You want me to come with you?

No, I got this.

Junior Senegel.

- Hey, Junior.
- Fuck.

What's that?

You got something to say, Killer J?

That's what they call
you, right... Killer J?

You ain't got no warrant,
get the fuck out my face.

- Raina Allen.
- Never heard of her.

Sure you have. She was
murdered three days ago...

- Valentine's Day.
- Never heard of her.

I got a source says you have.

- Whatever, man.
- Whatever's right.

Doesn't matter if your
weapon fired the bullet.

You were on the scene.
You're an accessory,

accessory to the death of a
little girl, 11-year-old girl.

So I don't care if you don't care. I do.

You ain't got shit on me.

Fine. Walk away.

But know this, Killer J.

Back in the stone age, I was a beat cop.

I had to stand out in
the cold on the corner

night after night, hour after hour.

Still can.

Still got the endurance.

You think I'm not gonna haunt you?

You looking in the wrong direction.

Whose territory did
that little girl die on?

Grace...

I told you last month

don't post another late payment
notice on my door again.

Woman, don't ignore me.

You know what, James?

You go right ahead and threaten me.

You'll find yourself living
in a refrigerator box,

and spring ain't anytime soon.

Post another note on my door,

you're gonna wish you
never knew my address.

I got 800 other families
I got to worry about.

I don't have time for this nonsense.

Pay your rent like you
promised you would.

Problem out here?

Nah, we ain't got no problem, man.

I was just talking to Nana.

I live a few buildings over.

No big deal.

We just got our rent dates mixed up.

- Right, James?
- Right, Nana.

Fix your motherfucking tone
when you talk to my mother.

Understand?

I swear I ain't know
she was your ma, 'Ton.

I ain't know you lived
in this building, man.

Please. It won't happen again.

It's cool.

You have a blessed night, brother.

Mama, I gave you pepper spray.

I ain't carrying no weapon, boy.

I know how to handle my own people.

You want us to be safe,

but we want you to be safe, too,

out there fighting for people

who will cut your throat in
a minute over rent money.

Me and Kel can't be with
you all the time, Mama.

What if somebody runs up on you?

No need being scared of your
own. God keeps me safe.

God ain't answer the door just now.

Well, God gave me you.

Now go get your brother.
Dinner won't fix itself.

Let's get ready to rumble.

Uh, are we talking now or never?

Clock's ticking.

Hey, hey, uh, can the
clock tick a little longer

till I finish reviewing
these case files?

That depends on if you
want to have a child

before we're 50.

Come... of course I do.
Of course I do, Siobhan.

But we agreed to put the baby on hold

until things turn around for me at work.

- We agreed?
- I thought we did.

And when will things turn around?

- Soon.
- Give me a date.

- March, April, May?
- You know I can't.

Is your career more
important than our family?

What about my career,
my timeline, my path?

Does everything I want for myself

- have to be centered around you?
- No, no, no.

Of course not. Baby, look,

a child is-is not
something for only you.

I want to be a father,

to be there for my child
the best way that I can be.

You know how it was for
me growing up. Right?

How long are you gonna use that

as an excuse for holding back?

It's not an excuse, Siobhan.

I'll say this again.

I will not bring a child into this world

until I can take care of him or her,

and that can't happen while
I'm getting back on track.

- Are we clear?
- Absolutely.

If we're on your schedule,
we'll never have kids.

Oh, excuse me. I'm sorry.

Wait. Josh Goshen, right?

Hey, I hear you're looking at
Siobhan Quays for City Council.

Good on you, going with the better half.

Uh, do we know one another?

Both been let down by the
same guy, Decourcy Ward.

Oh.

You're the FBI agent.

Yeah. You know, you're smart
to stay away from him.

Appearances, you know?

Guy's got a walk-in
closet full of skeletons.

- Mm.
- Eddie.

Uh, let me make an educated guess here.

You found out about the abortion?

That's funny.

FBI's never been very good at
this COINTELPRO type of thing.

- Excuse me?
- You hear what you want,

and you assume everyone else
wants to hear that, too.

But you didn't even
really try very hard.

You talked to a few of
Decourcy's college chums.

They told you about Sierra Mills.

She made Decourcy out to be the bad guy.

But did you look up where
she had the abortion?

'Cause I found out.
It was a private doctor.

Her father paid for the procedure.

Decourcy didn't even know
about it until I told him so.

There's no there there, asshole.

What the fuck do you know, faggot?

Uh, you mind stepping away?

Appearances, you know?

Fucking asshole.

Excuse me.

Hey, um, excuse me?

Hey, uh, how long you been
taking singing lessons

with Miss Giordano?

I've been singing professionally
since I was six.

Hey, is, uh-is Miss Giordano
a good teacher?

By that, I mean patient?

She's tough to please.
Is your kid starting lessons?

Considering.

Yeah, she doesn't really
think she's good enough.

Yo, Kel. I can tell you a secret?

Sure.

I found out last night...

got into BU.

Oh, shit.

- You got in?
- Partial scholarship.

- Know what I mean?
- That's baller, yo.

But yo books, like, 200 each.

And I got to pay all kind
of dorm fees and shit.

I need about five more Gs
just to show up to the bitch.

You finally gonna tell 'Ton?

Not yet.

I mean, so much going on,
I ain't had a chance to.

Maybe you don't.

What you mean I don't?

I mean you gone, your corner gone.

He gonna see it as losing money,

make you pay that back.

I mean, he can just replace
me, though, right?

I mean, all we do is sit there

handing shit out and counting dope.

Man, you know what?

I wouldn't even have
money for the application

if 'Ton ain't put me on.

So, look, I'm gonna tell him tonight.

That way, he can find
somebody to replace me.

No, Marco. Listen to me.

Don't.

Look, when the time come for
you to leave, just leave.

I'll handle my brother.

- Oh, shit.
- Pussy ass...

- What you doing?
- Anton said if we saw Junior,

we should take care of business.

Stay ready, ain't got to get
ready, know what I mean?

No, no, I think we should hit up
Anton first and wait for the green.

- He already gave the green.
- Yo, what I tell y'all.

Y'all dead out here!

Fuck that shit. I ain't waiting.

BPD! Stop!

Hey!

BPD! Stop!

Get the fuck down!

Fuck you. You want to fucking run, huh?

Yo, it's Marco.

- Junior.
- What?

He set us up, man.

- Where's Kel?
- I don't know.

♪ There is a name I love to hear ♪

♪ I love to sing its worth ♪

♪ It sounds like music ♪

♪ In my ear... ♪

Why would they have arrested Kelvin?

For the same trumped-up charges

they had on Maddy Wilson...

being Black and in Boston.

I'm sure this was a case
of mistaken identity.

You mean profiling.

If anything happens to Kelvin,

any type of conviction,
even a misdemeanor,

I'll lose my apartment,
my position with BHA,

and Braxton won't get
the HUD housing grant.

Did Kelvin ever say anything
to you about any enemies?

Or does anyone in the neighborhood

- have it out for him?
- No.

He goes to school, he does
his music, he comes home.

This is just the Youth Strike Force

up to their same tricks.

I'll speak to Decourcy.

Back in the day,

something like this happened,

your mother didn't sit on her hands

and wait for her husband
to do something.

She took off the gloves and fought,

now, not later.

You sure this is the kid?

You're fucking kidding me? Yeah.

- Did you get the gun?
- Nah, he dumped it.

Yeah.

Is Kelvin being cooperative?

He tell you who shot Raina?

Says he doesn't know.

Says he doesn't know
who planted the drugs

in Maddy Wilson's car either.

He's a bag of nerves.

He knows.

I'm here to see my client.

Excuse me, folks.

This one's going local.
You can take the express.

Chris, that's got to suck.

You make a righteous bust

only to have the ADA's wife waltz in

and take the collar away from ya.

If Decourcy Ward had any decency,

he would recuse himself.

And your boy Tony Suferin
taking the blame

for dumping the drugs
in Maddy Wilson's car?

I mean, this guy's...

He's got a wife. He's got a new kid.

He's on paid leave now,

but that paycheck, that pension?

I mean, that could
just fucking disappear.

And I know that you guys are
canvassing the neighborhood,

looking for, you know, who tossed
the drugs in the girl's vehicle.

And so far, you got nothing,
but what I don't understand is,

why is the Suffolk County DA's
office also investigating?

- They are?
- Well, you know, so I've heard.

Now, I'm not a betting man,
but if I was a betting man,

I would say it's because Decourcy Ward

wants to make sure that the blame falls

anywhere other than on the DA's office.

I'm listening.

I need a goat.

Doesn't need to be you.

♪ Be still, my soul ♪

♪ The Lord is on thy side ♪

♪ Bear patiently ♪

♪ The cross of grief or pain ♪

♪ Leave to thy God ♪

♪ To order and provide ♪

♪ In every change ♪

♪ He faithful will remain ♪

♪ Be still, my soul ♪

♪ Thy best ♪

♪ Thy heavenly friend ♪

♪ Through thorny ways ♪

♪ Leads to a joyful end ♪

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