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Know what? Fuck you,

you Huxtable-looking,
motherfucker piece of shit.

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Get the fuck down!

Get the fuck off of me.

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No! Holly! Hey, hey!

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How bad you wanna help us out?

Whatever you need.

You got two weeks to move the stash.

Here.

How you holding up so far?

How d'ya think?

Kids okay?

I haven't told them yet.

What are you waiting for?

I got other plans.

You should have their uncle tell them

what happened to their father.

Frankie wouldn't want that.

Christ, Cath.

Cry or something, will ya?

Been here six months, and
you're already a pussy?

I do my grieving in private.

Shit! Man.

Fucking match, geez.

Ugh.

What's the matter?

You don't think I can manage?

I never said that.

Do me a favor?

Just sell the merchandise.

And Tommy...

don't you dare let me catch you
sniffing your fucking fingers

on my way outta here.

How many times do I have to say, "No?"

I am not taking Decourcy Ward
off the Campbell case.

- William Rehnquist.
- Totally different situation.

How?

He recused himself.
Conflict of interest.

Ward's wife is representing
Kelvin Campbell.

That doesn't necessarily
mean Ward is conflicted.

No?

He released her client
pretty fucking quick.

He did the interview, and
with no tangible evidence

to hold the kid, Ward let him go.

Standard procedure. So eat shit, Rohr.

Be careful what you wish for.

What I eat, you eat.

You look tired.

- I was up all night.
- Oh, guilty conscience.

You shouldn't have released
Kelvin Campbell,

not till he gave us something,

like who put the stash
in Maddy Wilson's car,

or who was there on Valentine's Day,

when Raina Allen was murdered.

Look, I don't blame Kelvin
for keeping quiet.

But who do we go to next?

Because unless we do something,
your guy, Suferin?

He's on leave, permanently.

The other day, Jackie Rohr ambushed me.

Said if I give him another name,

he'd take the heat off Suferin,
off the strike force.

Doesn't care what name,
but he means you.

Yeah, we're doing the
same thing to Kelvin.

We're profiling him.

So, what, I-I-I shoulda waited until
he committed murder to cuff him?

You know, I can't prosecute
people based on predications.

Don't give me that bullshit. Come on.

We should bring Kelvin Campbell
back in for another go around.

D!

You fucking know me.
You think I'd collar a kid

who didn't deserve the honor?

You tread lightly this time.

Better wake him up if he wants his ride.

Go wait outside. I need to talk to him.

- Be good.
- You too.

Son, I'm serious.

All this craziness going on,
I need you to stay far from it.

- I will, Ma.
- Your brother looks up to you.

Be the man you want him to become.

I'll try.

Nah, nah, sit down.

I got class.

And I got grants to write.

This is more important.

Sit.

Last night, after the vigil,
you weren't up for talking.

Today's a new day.

What happened?

I'm sure Miss Case told you.

She said the police detained
you for obstructing justice.

Said you tried to run.
Why were you running?

Undercovers pulled up.
They hopped out on us.

I was scared.

Who was with you?

- No one.
- You said us.

I-I meant me, Mama. Look, I'm tired.

Uh, no. I raised you right.

Kelvin Demetrius Campbell,

I didn't raise a thug or a liar.

What, so you gonna interrogate me too?

They attacked me out there,
and now I gotta deal with this...

Whatever the world wants to heap on you,

you got your integrity. You understand?

You got your brother
looking out for you.

You got me looking out for you.

We hate watching you lose yourself.

When did you get like this?

Get like what, Ma? Realistic?

Realistic mean you gonna lie to me?

If you hanging on corners,
you're lying to yourself,

if you think that's who you are.

I raised you with love,
with God in your heart.

And you're shaming us both right now.

You're a man, true,

but you're still my baby,
and I'm not giving up.

I gotta go.

Ooh! Hello, Josh.

Ah, thank you for agreeing to see me.

My next appointment is down the street.

You have until I get there
to make your case.

Okay, okay. Here goes.

Look, I thought about our conversation.

Plus, a few nights ago,

I had a little encounter
with Jackie Rohr.

I'm going to apologize to Decourcy.

An apology when you want something

doesn't qualify as an apology.

No, not just because you should accept

our endorsement for City Council.

Look, I screwed up.

I should have come over to your place,

discussed the situation
in full, not just phoned.

I offended Decourcy, and I'm sorry.

Look, Mel King got elected as
state rep with our support.

But even with all our hard work,

we weren't able to put him
in the mayor's office.

Straight Irish men have a stranglehold

on the Democratic Party in Boston.

I haven't heard anything new so far.

My organization needs
a candidate like you,

who can cross barriers.
But you need our base.

Even if you garnered every Black vote,

it still wouldn't be enough
in a citywide election.

And if our two groups cannibalize
each other for scraps,

the people who have always had
the power will keep the power.

Stab me in the back the
way you did Decourcy,

and I will make sure

that your Rainbow Coalition
loses all traction in District 7.

Rightfully so.

Good.

Now that we understand each other,

I do plan to run for an at-large seat,

so the fact is, I could
use your group's reach.

We're gonna need all the noise
we can make countywide.

But before I accept your endorsement,

I need for you to make a sincere
apology to my husband.

Of course.

Is that the DA-WITSEC informant file?

I see you're taking your gang
task force duties seriously.

Ah, fuck the BPD.

And fuck that tiger empress, Shimizu.

I hear she's shitting on you, too.

Why don't you take one for the team?

I mean, all she needs is a good...

Make all our lives easier.

- Never change, Seanie.
- One question, Jackie.

This, uh, this DA you've
got a hard on for, Ward.

What'd he do to you?

I mean, I looked him up.

Ward made a lot of noise with
that St. Clair Commission.

Is this the only informant you can find?

Miguel Guerrero. He's your best bet.

He was one of Ward's
informants on a gang case.

He's... lives in the same neighborhood

as Rickey Townsend. He's the same age.

He's good, Jack.

You rang?

What have you done for me lately?

You mean regarding Decourcy Ward?

As a start.

You know, Roy Cohn once said,

"Whatever you're accused of,

accuse your accusers of the same thing."

If you spent half as much
time doing your job

as you do talking about doing your
job, you wouldn't be in danger

of joining your friend
Clasby in retirement.

Well, Decourcy Ward
was quoted in the press

claiming that our Top Echelon
Informant Program was corrupt.

So I got my hands on the DA file,

and it turns out,
we're not the only ones

who protect their snitches.

Decourcy let a kid off

in order to shield an informant,
Miguel Guerrero.

Is this a real story,

or are you pulling a coin outta my ear?

You wanted results.

Hey, can I get a G?

Can you get a G? Yeah, yeah, $60.

- Okay, yeah, I got $60.
- You got $60?

Yeah. Here you go.

Wow, you're a bad boy. Here you go.

Thanks.

- Uh, two decks.
- Two decks?

Yeah, I thought so. Yeah.

Here ya go.

All right, I'll see you in
what, like, 20 minutes?

Yeah, fucking Jesus.

Over here.

Jesus Christ.

Life's just one big,
long party for you, huh?

I need more.

What happened to the last package?

Sold, dipshit.

Already?

You're the one who
said we were selling H,

not stolen hubcaps, right?

It was bootleg cigarettes, but yeah.

Look, I can get you more,

but I-I-I can't-I can't
front it this time.

I need the money, so...

What money?

Jimmy, I got bills, I got rent,

I got food for my kids, legal fees?

Yeah. Fucking law suit.

By the widows of the
goddamn dead guards.

Remember, you're the one who put
my family in this fucking cesspool.

Yeah, okay. I-I also fronted you
5 grand worth of mud, okay?

Now, that's-that's-that's
me taking the risk, not you.

Now, we can work this out... Jeez.

You gotta listen to me, all right?

Hey, wait-wait. Cathy,
Cathy, Cathy, come back.

Just come back here. Okay?

Come here.

I told Frankie not to
go on the job that day.

He didn't listen.

You can lie to yourself.

You lie to yourself
all you fucking want.

You do not get to try to
explain yourself to me.

- If you wanna make good on this...
- My parents don't even fucking talk to me.

Okay?

Do you think I wouldn't
fucking change that?

My brother was the only person
who didn't think I was dog shit.

Corie and the girls, fucking Florida
is not far enough away for them.

You and your kids, you're all I got.

So of course I'm gonna look out for you.

But... and we can make a lot of money.

But I-I-I keep fronting
for you, and then...

and you don't pay me back,
and then we both, we got...

All right, all right, all right with
the fucking violins, Jimmy.

I need more money, or more product.

Yeah, I know, but
these-these-these people

that I'm-that I'm working with,
they're-they're, you know...

They're not exactly... they're
not charitable, you know?

Are you gonna help us out or not?

I'll handle it.

How much you got? Show me the money?

Oh, man.

What you want with Trey and Isaac?

Stand still.

Which one of y'all
came up short last run?

Say something, or both of
y'all getting schooled.

Fucking up the money.

Please, no, no. Please, please.

Give me your coat.

No. I'll get your money.

I swear.

Fuck up the paper again.

His clothes, B?

Stop being sensitive.

Kelvin, get in.

- Am I under arrest?
- You can be.

Do you wanna go that route?

For what? I'm done talking to you.

Come on.

What would your mama say?

I'm here, not Sergeant Caysen.

That supposed to make me feel okay?

No.

Raina Allen was murdered
on Valentine's Day.

Why did you attend a candlelight vigil?

Raina was 11 years old.

Fifth-grader at Trotter Elementary.

Favorite class was science.
But you heard all this at the vigil.

Why did you go?

She...

she... my mom... knows everybody.

Hmm.

You know we recovered ten different
bullet casings at the scene?

Who else was there on Valentine's Day?

How would I know that?

Fine. Moving on.

Two days ago, you and one of your boys

hopped out of a Fleetwood
to "talk" to Junior Senegal,

but you see Sergeant Caysen,
you take off running.

Why? Now, to be honest with you,

look, I don't think you
wanted to shoot Junior.

Because you ain't built for this, nah.

But here we are, sitting
here, you acting all hard,

not talking.

The fuck would you know
what I'm built for?

This thing between you and Junior,

it goes back a while, huh?

But the murder of an innocent child

is a sign that things have
gone too fucking far.

You can't put shit on me.

Ten different bullets
means ten different guns.

You, Junior, and who the fuck else?

Junior's a fucking snake,

- and a liar.
- Hey.

You wanna know whose
bullet killed Raina?

One outta ten is yours.

This young man asks for his lawyer,

but you still questioned him?

He chose to cooperate.

Son, you got a lotta people
who want what's best for you.

- Do you some good to listen.
- She's absolutely right.

There are others who are
truly alone in this world,

and you have three people who
are willing to be here for you.

Think about that.

The only question on the mind of cops,

prosecutors and judges,
when they look at a person,

is whether that person needs
to be protected from society

or whether society needs to
be protected from that person.

You've lived long enough
to know where you stand.

And instead of you doing
something to get ahead,

you're being exactly like
they expect you to be.

It don't matter what I do.

If I'm guilty, I'm guilty.
If I'm innocent, I'm guilty.

There's no getting ahead,
playing by they rules.

Don't talk like that.

But you're too young to give up.

It's the only shot we have.

We have to be twice as careful
as them, twice as smart.

And never let them know
what you think of them.

I have to do a quick
errand for the Coalition.

When I get home, we're gonna
finish this conversation.

Thanks, Miss Quays.

Be smart out there.

Hey, Annie!

You know you ain't
supposed to be doing that.

Watch it!

Rickey!

Rickey Townsend.

Come on with this bullshit.

What? Excuse me? What did you say?

I thought so, you fucking hood rat.

I need to talk to you
about Decourcy Ward.

Why? The charge got dropped.

You hit a cop.

You think that's just gonna
float up into the ether?

Well, Mr. Ward let me go
'cause I was innocent.

Well, Officer Marbury has a
different version of innocent.

Come on. He can't keep harassing me.

He's a Boston cop.

He can do whatever the
fuck he wants to do.

- Who the fuck are you?
- I'm FBI.

Well, can I see a badge?

Listen, kid.

I could give a fuck
about you or Marbury.

But I need you to do something for me,

so you can consider me
an ally for the moment.

This is what I need you to do.

I want you to say that
you're about to expose

a Suffolk County DA informant

by the name of Miguel Guerrero,

and Decourcy Ward let you off

in order to protect said informant.

Do you understand me?

No, there was no one
else there, so no deal.

You know, for a Latin High student,

you're a dumb shit.

All right, so if I lie,
what happens to Mr. Ward?

You want Marbury off your back, or what?

'Cause the next time he picks you up,

you're probably not gonna
make it to the station.

No. Ward's good people.

- _
- Powerful share today.

I don't know.

I don't exactly feel like
a fountain of wisdom

after only 293 days of sobriety.

Your 10-month chip is
nothing to scoff at.

A lotta people don't get three months

their first time through the program.

Thanks.

Ah, Susan, this is my mom, Jenny.

Your daughter inspired the group today.

She's doing tough work.

Steps eight and nine are the hardest.

Well, I'm really proud of her.

So I'll, uh, see you at home.

Yeah.

- Susan, it was good to meet you.
- You, too.

So how is step nine going?

- I made an amends with my mom.
- Ah.

My dad... he's not
really a feelings guy.

Oh. You're perceptive,

and determined.

You'll find a way.

Uh, hey, hey. Are you okay?

Oh.

Do you want me to get you
a glass of water, or...

You know, I've got some tissues.

No, no, no, thanks.
I'm completely shattered.

And I'm late for rehearsal.

Wildly going to the body.

He avoids a quick jab from the right...

Catches a left hook right
on the side of the head.

What a counter...

Whatcha stressing 'bout?
They had shit on you,

you'd still be in lockup.

This Junior Senegal shit.

Believe you me, he's a dead man.

How?

If we move on him, cops
will know where to look.

Don't even trip.

He fucked with my family.
You think I'ma let this shit slide?

I'm telling you, we too hot.

Why don't we just... let
niggas know he's a snitch?

Let his own people push him out?

There is some shit you
gotta handle yourself.

You don't gotta be there, though.

Five-0's on you anyway.

What?

That prosecutor was asking about Raina.

Yeah? And?

Mighta been my bullet.

Bullets were coming from all angles, B.

None of us will ever know.

Was in the building.

Thought I'd stop by and say, "Hi."

Something tells me I'm about to
get a poker shoved up my prostate.

Kid named Rickey Townsend

will testify that Decourcy
Ward let him off easy,

to protect an informant you
have working a gang case.

This has the stench of Jackie Rohr.

Decourcy Ward doesn't
smell so sweet either.

He went over to the hospital

and was asking about what
happened to Holly Gunner.

You really willing to let
Ward's incompetence

and ego reflect on this office?

Ego? Yeah, I've been trying
to get Ward to fall in line

for over a year now.

He, like you, is a fucking
incarnated migraine.

Even so, if you think he's incompetent,

you're in for a rude awakening.

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

Hmm. Sure.

Oh, there he is now. Yeah.

It's like I told him.

That cop is gonna come after
him, but if he listens to me,

we could prevent that.

Mr. Ward did right by me.

Well, everybody has their reasons.
Now you have yours.

- I'm not going to lie.
- You gonna do what I say.

Your father and I allow you to
go to that school, don't we?

Huh? You don't have a job.

- You don't pitch in around here.
- Mama, for what?

I didn't even do anything. I just...

Don't raise your voice
at me in this house.

Ma, please. Don't make me lie.

He'll say what you need him to say.

- No, I won't!
- What!

Uh, I-I'm sorry. Uh...

You're gonna disrespect
me in front of a stranger?

- Hmm?
- I'm sorry.

When are you gonna stop acting
like a naive little boy,

and get your shit together,
Ricky? I'm tired of this.

I'm not one of your little
gang friends on the street.

- I know.
- I'm your mama...

You gonna help me, or what?

Are we gonna pretend like
today never happened?

Siobhan, I'm using every
bit of patience I have

to not scream at you for
taking Kelvin's case.

Excuse me? I could scream
the same damn thing.

I'm a public prosecutor.
I try the cases assigned to me.

You get to decide

which cases are worthwhile
and which ones aren't.

You wanna go down that path?

Or can't we just agree

that I'm doing what I gotta
do for me, and so are you?

This is a much bigger conversation

than "agree to disagree."

I know. But I'm hungry.

And if we ring the bell
on this prize fight, baby,

I'ma be too agitated to eat.

So... here...

here, here, all right?

Something someone said
today reminded me.

My north star and your north
star used to be identical.

I wanna make sure we still share that.

You know, uh... Josh came
by my office and apologized.

Wish I coulda been there
to hear him whimper.

He said he came to see you first.

A little heads-up would've been nice.

Like the people in your life

have never taken me by surprise?

All those times Jackie Rohr came here,

snooping around for
information about you?

He came into our home? How many times?

Two, three, what's the difference?

Why didn't you tell me then?

Because I didn't want you
to... do anything stupid.

You were angry enough.

This motherfucker...

What do you think about me running?

- What?
- For City Council.

Uh, yeah. Uh.

If-if that's what you wanna do, yeah,

of-of course I'll support you.

But fuck Josh Goshen.

A'ight? Fuck him.

He has no loyalty.

He doesn't give a damn about principles,

only opportunities.
Is that really the kinda guy

you want to get in the trenches with?

Well...

one of us has to move forward.

Hey.

When we were fresh outta law school,

you didn't have a single
offer from a firm.

Not one damn interview. I paid the rent.

I bought the food. I supported you,

until you figured out what to do.

Did I ever hold that over your head?

- Not once.
- No, but you are right now.

After the Ryan case went
south, you stayed down.

Eight months have gone by,
and we're moving backward.

Is this about having a baby?

Not only, but yes!

Decourcy, I don't fault you
for being stuck on survival,

but take stock of what we have.

We deserve to do some living too.

It's whatever you want, Siobhan.

Well, I uh... I joined
the church choir today.

That's great, Mom.
It'll be good for you.

And your singing's terrific.

Thanks. Well, you know, I miss church.

You know, the consistency,
the community.

Might have to go back to
mass to see you in action.

Don't.

They'll probably put me, you
know, way in the background,

like behind the organ, right?

With your voice? No way.

No, I'm serious.

People should hear the you sing
when you're around the house.

It's like one of those Disney cartoons,

with the birds fluttering.

It reminds me of Father Thomas
back in St. Gertrude's.

Father Thomas had a powerful voice.

Not a good voice, but a powerful one.

What?

Nothing.

You doing that shit all
the time is a bad look.

Yeah, well, sell the downers,
do the uppers.

That way, I got more energy.
I work fucking harder.

American capitalism at its best.

So Kelvin, is he all right?

Yeah.

Faggot-ass nigga Junior
Senegal's a dead man.

Yeah, no offense,

but they picked him up
before he fired a shot.

Now's not a fucking
good time to retaliate.

And I'ma take advice
from a fucking fiend?

If I'm a fiend, it's 'cause
I survived a shitstorm.

Get out.

Around the corner,
Jermaine has a pack for you.

- I need double.
- What?

Yeah. I need more Mexican mud.

I set up shop in Revere.

I already fronted you one.

You want more, you gotta pay me.

Your product is better than what's
going through Southie right now.

And once word gets out that
the H is coming from me,

that's 10 grand a week for you.

Or we can keep doing this thousand here,

thousand here, shit if you want.

That way, you got fucking steady money,

coming in from outside your hood

even if that Youth task force,

they fuck up your ability to operate.

All right. Let's go.

If I don't see you by
the end of the week,

I'm gonna find you.

Dr. Anderson, please dial the operator.

Dr. Anderson, please dial the operator.

Holly.

Hi.

I don't wanna exhaust you.

I just... I need to know
what happened that night.

I d...

Hmm...

Who were you with?

Was the man Jackie Rohr?

He batted under 260 last season, but...

Hello, Salvatore.

I already gave my statement
to the police and to that DA.

What's his name? Ward?

I don't know anything about anything.

- That was quick and concise.
- Figured you're busy.

Trying to save you the
trouble of asking me

a bunch of questions about
Holly Gunner I can't answer.

I need the surveillance tapes.

Well. Those tapes are screwed up.

This ain't the Bureau.
Technology's crap.

Hmm.

You and Jackie Rohr,

you were partners for
almost 20 years, right?

- Give or take.
- And now,

a lawyer from my office

goes out partying with a
bunch of federal agents,

including Jackie,

and winds up at your hospital.

St. Eligius is a Catholic hospital.

We ain't in the business
to turning people away.

No. But maybe you should be.

The only thing I can figure is,
whatever Jackie has on you

weighs more than your conscience.

The problem isn't who's
out to bring you down.

The problem is, you have
to live with yourself,

while Holly's kid has
to live with a mom,

who, according to experts,

may never walk or talk right again.

Senseless tragedies
happen here every day.

If I find out you helped Jackie

by erasing those tapes,

well, that would just be
the start of your suffering.

Work never ends.

My mother used to say,

"An idle mind is the
devil's playground."

But damn if I don't
miss the jungle gyms.

And trust me, your mama
could get down too.

I'll never forget when
John Lewis came to Boston

and we ended up at the bar afterward.

And your mama ended up on the bar,

- reciting Audre Lorde.
- Hmm. That's her.

Oh, yeah.

"Is the total Black being spoken?"

The Tenant Association
is trying to secure

some of the new HUD Hope VI funding.

I'd like you to advocate on our behalf.

At a grant meeting?

And beyond.

Ah, I work so much.

The only time I see Decourcy
is in the interrogation room.

And I'm thinking about
running for City Council.

As you know, everyone
around here calls me Nana.

That means I have 3,000 grandkids.

And in turn, 6,000 voters.

That kinda influence moves the needle.

You motherfuckers gonna throw
me out on some bullshit?

You're gonna see me,
bitch. Believe that.

I ain't going nowhere.

27 evictions in a year.

- Did you try to help 'em?
- Didn't deserve to be helped.

We elevate the best among us,

and hopefully they move up the
ladder to effect some change,

so we don't have to
grovel for HUD grants

and city assistance every year.

Is there more the Coalition can do to...

- Ugh.
- You okay?

- Bathroom?
- Over there.

Honey, you okay?

Your blood pressure's good.

Heart rate's solid.

- Let's check your lungs.
- Stop playing with me.

The HCG in your blood
tests came back elevated.

You're pregnant.

- Congratulations, girl!
- Thank you... for everything.

Oh, God.

Hmm.

I know you two have been
back and forth about a baby,

but men are funny,
even the most resistant.

When he hears the news,
Decourcy will be thrilled.

I hope so.

Did you get what I asked you for?

Where's the money from the last one?

- Jimmy, I told you...
- No, I want the money, all right?

Okay? So as soon as you
make your last dollar,

- just give me everything.
- All right, relax.

Relax? Jesus Christ.

I saw my supplier fucking beat
down a kid out in the street.

Stripped his clothes off, Cathy.

And he's one of them.
I'm not one of them.

What the fuck do you
think he'll do with me?

You know, Jimmy?

It seems like everywhere you go,

you're hiding from somebody
you stabbed in the back.

What's that say about you? Huh?

It says I'm a man on the move.

You got the H or not?

That's $10 grand total.

- Are you sure...
- Oh, jeez. You know what?

I don't have time for this, Jimmy.

I gotta go meet my lawyer. You know why?

They're trying to take
the salon away from me.

Even when you're not around,

I gotta deal with your bullshit.

And you know what?
I'm gonna have to deal with it

for the rest of my fucking life.

I'll have your money.

Yeah.

♪ Every good boy deserves ♪

D, D.

Dee...

Yep, coming. Coming.

Hi. I'm Decourcy Ward.

I work with your husband sometimes.

Decourcy, yeah, yeah.
Jackie's mentioned you.

Come on in. I'm Jenny.

Hi.

Is there any chance he's home?

No, sorry.

- Did you try his phone?
- I can't find him anywhere.

Well, I don't really know
when he'll be back.

Well, look. I wouldn't disturb ya,

but what I need to discuss
with him is off the...

it's sensitive.

Would you mind if I wait?

No, of course not. Come on in.

Mm-hmm.

Uh, would you like some coffee?

Sure.

How long you been in Quincy?

I've lived in this house my whole life.

- Ah.
- Um, cream? Sugar?

- No. No, thanks.
- Okay.

Yeah, my wife and I... we, uh...

- wanna plant roots somewhere.
- And move out of Boston?

No, no, she loves the
city. Born and raised.

I mean, you know, get a place.

Uh, room for a dog, kids maybe.

- Big backyard.
- Ah, I see.

Yeah, our backyard never
really got much use.

Even when Benny was little.

I mean, she... wasn't
really into nature.

I do a little gardening.

But, you know, with the grass...

Getting Jackie to mow the
lawn was a little tough.

I'm having a hard time

imagining Jackie pushing a mower.

So, uh, if you don't
mind me asking, uh...

why are you here?

Mm, mm.

So last year, an informant of
Jackie's committed suicide.

Or so we thought.

Some new evidence surfaced.

Turns out Boston Homicide
thinks he was murdered.

Now I just came by to ask Jackie to see

if he wanted me to pursue the
case or look the other way.

Now, the informant is a lost cause.

I mean, last year alone,
he was arrested on drugs,

an illegal weapon. He even shot a cop.

Truth be told, the world doesn't need

any more people like Clay Roach.

- Benedetta, hi.
- Hi.

This is your father's
colleague, Mr. Ward.

Hiya.

Hi.

You know, your father,
he talks about you a lot.

Uh, yeah, I think I've taken
up enough of your time.

Yes, uh, I'll tell Jackie you were here.

Please do.

Well? What was that about?

Oh.

You know, with your father, who knows?

Decourcy Ward came to the house.

He came here?

When? What for?

I think, uh, to talk to me, actually.

What about?

Clay Roach.

And what-what'd you say?

Nothing.

I mean, what do I know about Clay Roach?

But, uh, Decourcy implied
that I should know.

And maybe I do.

Look, that night in the hospital,

you said that, uh, whoever hurt Benny

didn't have long to live.

That little fuck got what he deserved.

Well, how 'bout we can
just-we can just push it

till tomorrow. All right? And...

Stay away from my wife.

So you can bother my wife,
but I can't talk to yours?

You think fucking up the Ryan case

made you bulletproof, huh?

Like you got nothing left to lose?

Well, you're wrong.
The only thing that changed

is, now everybody knows
what I always knew,

that you don't fucking belong here.

You've got a nice family.
Good looking wife...

Ah, hey, hey.

I'm not here for some
clever back-and-forth

with a forgotten prosecutor
living off his wife's dime

until she realizes that
you're never gonna move up,

and she kicks your ass out

before you drag her down with ya.

No.

No, you came here to show
me how big and bad you are.

But you forgot,

I actually know you, motherfucker.

Big tough guy who couldn't
even protect his own daughter.

You mention my daughter again,

- and I will fucking bury you.
- Yeah?

You already buried that
informant of yours.

How did that work out, hmm?
Didn't work out too well.

Still got to your little girl, right?

Oh, save yourself the embarrassment.

I can connect the dots.

Being a piece of shit all these years

has finally caught up to
the great Jackie Rohr.

Look.

You're too out of touch
to make any moves,

too hated to call in any favors,

and you're too fucking
old to scare anybody.

Yeah?

Oh, thank God you're home.

I need the fucking money, Cathy.

Okay? I'm coming over to get
the money, all the money.

Yeah-yeah, all right. Jimmy.

I'm coming over there right now, okay?

I'm coming over now.

I gotta go out.

Okay, where can I meet you?

Meet me at Franklin Park.

You got the money?

The fuck I just say?

What're you still doing up?

Amazing how much energy I have

when I'm not getting loaded.

Yeah.

Still, you need your eight hours.

What I need, Dad, is to talk to you.

We talked.

We haven't.

Ma and I talked, about everything.

Non, her dad.

So I know why Ma's fucked up.

But you, you won't talk about
what made you an asshole.

Come on. Maybe if you told me,

I could figure out why
I'm such a fucking mess.

The Rohrs are a study in
the legacy of fucked up.

My old man was a drunk.

He spent most nights on the couch

'cause he was too shit-faced
to make it up the stairs.

That, and he couldn't
fucking stand my mother.

His dad was a drunk, his father
before him, and, you know,

I'm sure the list goes on and on,
back to the moors in Scotland.

One night, during a blizzard,

the old man was too
wasted to make it home.

A neighbor, sweet old Black lady,

Mrs. Giles, found him and took him in,

and his feet were blue from frostbite.

All fucked up and he couldn't walk.

Lost his job... again.

And then I started working to, you know,

keep food in the fridge.

And I never stopped.

Nah, you don't wanna hear this shit.

I asked, didn't I? I do.

There's some things that we
cannot control, Bendrops.

Our gene pool being one of 'em.

Yeah, but what about your mom?

That's enough for one night.

You had me worried.

Franklin Park. Dad used to take me here.

He fucking smacked me in the head

'cause I'd stare at those
monkeys in the zoo,

make them go all fucking
crazy, you know?

Okay, where's the money?

Sorry.

You said!

I said I'd meet ya.

- Oh, f...
- I wanted to tell you in person.

I... I need more time.

I'm serious. They'll fucking kill me.

Nah.

Nah, they're not gonna kill you, Jimmy.

Ah, fuck!

Fuck!

Cathy, I...

Ah!

- Mommy!
- Mommy!

All right, Kick, go.

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