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Hey. Brand-new day coming.

She's been home three months now.

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

Next time she runs off
with some fucking idiot,

I got to bail her out of trouble.

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Did Anton Campbell shoot you?

Reassess and get your
goddamn house in order.

Show these pink-ass
niggas what you made of

before they make a pussy out of you.

Rob.

What can I do you for,
this fine morning?

I came to piss in your Cheerios.

I'll get a spoon.

Director says the president

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

which will grease the tracks

for my lucrative segue
into the private sector.

And you're fucking it all up.

It's a gift.

This Jap U.S. attorney

has stuck an ice pick in my balls.

I got to put you on dry dock.

- Shimizu. She's a f...
- You're being transferred

to the field office in
Lakeville until you retire.

Lakeville?

That hee-haw sheet stain?

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

Rob, I have closed more cases,

I have gotten more screen time

than any of the humps in this building.

I am the fucking face of the Boston FBI.

- You can't do this.
- I can.

And I did.

End of the week, you're gone.

Did you know that we
used to sterilize retards

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

Early 20th century,
we had a eugenics policy

to keep the unfit from spreading
their tainted seed.

I mean, spics, white trash,
you name the species.

But we get all hypocritical
about genocide crimes,

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

You're not cutting off my dick.

Maintenance'll bring up some boxes.

We have an eyewitness
account from the victim,

Toussaint Senegel,

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

It's gangster-on-gangster crime.

Even an eyewitness is unreliable.

Anton knows that.

Any reason for me to think

your pillow talk is affecting
your job performance?

Your wife represents
this Anton Campbell.

And you two never compare notes?

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

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

how much garlic to put in the pesto.

Yeah, we compare notes.

I'm told your wife has
political ambitions.

A verdict of innocent
would be a big win.

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

Relax. I'll deliver a conviction.

I'll have Anton Campbell
begging for a plea.

How are you today?

Agent Rohr.

Good news travels fast.

Oh, yeah? What news is that?

Don't be coy.

Coy is not your color.

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

No send-off, huh?

No toasts, no back pats or
German chocolate cake?

You know, after Nixon
gave his Checkers speech,

there weren't enough
shovels to go around

to bury that bastard, and
then November 5, 1968

rolls around, and he beat
those shameless dickwads

with those same fucking shovels.

They got their revenge... impeachment.

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

like the Goodyear fucking blimp.

So this transfer was your idea, huh?

Hmm.

Well, you know, the next time

you have lunch with
the county controller,

you might want to try a different motel.

You're gonna end up
wearing gray overalls

in Butner, North Carolina.

Anton, do you understand the intent

of your court hearing tomorrow?

State wants to deny me bail

so they can keep me in this shithole.

The hearing is meant to determine

if you are a danger to the public.

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

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

until your trial date.

So I need to behave.

Yes.

Be polite, friendly.

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

Your attitude and this being
your first felony charge

will probably sway the judge.

And what about the opinion

of that punk-ass bitch from Brooklyn?

You know that he's my husband.

Not my fault.

Anton...

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

To get that, you watch your damn mouth

when you're talking about my husband.

Yes, ma'am.

Ma, you talk to Anton today?

He's called from lockup.

His hearing's ten o'clock
Thursday morning.

You think they'll give him bail?

Siobhan will see to that.

He'll be home in no time.

Come back. Come sit with me.

How was your day? How was school?

School is school.

That's not an answer.

Were you in school today?

Where else would I be?

Please don't lie to me.

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

Ma, I was in class today,

learning what little I could,

given the backwoods RCC Tech classes.

You need to take advantage

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

a job you want

to help you get out of Roxbury.

I go, you come with me?

Baby, if I was gonna leave,

I would've left long ago.

But why didn't you?

Someone had to stay

and get done what needed to get done.

Oh, mother's milk.

- Thank you.
- That's true.

My mum used to make my
brother and me hot chocolate

when we were sick, loads of the stuff.

I mean, for Benny, I would
always make, like, just hot tea

with honey and a little bit
of red wine, like my nonna.

Sorry about that.

Well, you know...

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

Beautiful, bare-knuckled beast

if she had to be.

Every year the Protestants
build huge bonfires

and burn effigies of the pope.

You know, they march
through Ardoyne, Belfast,

cursing us Catholics.

Sometimes the cursing turns
into something far worse.

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

You tell me.

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

There's a difference between
the pain inflicted on you

and the pain you choose to endure.

Now, I made this choice, survived.

It's a permanent reminder of who I am,

what I stand for.

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

Well, you can't. No, it's
illegal here in Massachusetts.

Besides, you're not even 18. Please.

So I need your consent.

Yeah, you're damn right.

Jenny, love, did you
never want a tattoo?

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

Mm.

Wait, no, wait. Okay, yeah, yeah.

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

In fact, I was... oh, my God,
I think I was, like, around your age.

But Ma said no.

But you know what? Fuck her.

- Right?
- That's right.

Get your Irish on, Jenny.

All right.

Ah, shit. Oh, this does hurt!

Ooh.

You're laughing, and I'm suffering?

You're always doing the right thing,

yet here you are, doing
something illegal.

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

Everything's legal here.

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

Oh. Yeah, a school party?

Yeah. A bunch of seniors.

Oh.

What's the matter?

I'm-I'm nervous,

you know, about what they'll
think, with me not drinking.

Benny, I've spent my whole life

worrying about what other
people think about me.

I mean, I walk into a public bathroom,

and I clean up the mess from before

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

Ah!

Shit! Why is this not hurting you?

- Oh!
- I'm screaming on the inside.

Robert, good to see you.

Thanks for meeting with us.

Anything for you, Grace. Hello, Harold.

Uh, please, take a seat.

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

I won't take up too much time.

I wanted to hand you the
grant application in person

and hear from me

what the money would
mean for the residents.

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

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

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

You can make my goals a reality.

That's not totally true.

The bold crime at Braxton Summit

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

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

We need to fix broken locks, lights,

secure doorways to keep everyone safe.

Grace, Robert is too polite to say this.

The fact that you run TMA

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

that makes people at the BHA and HUD

wonder if you're still up to your job.

I'm sorry, Grace.

From the outside, the perception is,

you only want to improve the crime stats

that don't involve your family.

That's, uh, an outrageous accusation.

An accusation or an
objective observation?

Look, I'm still
turning your hard work in,

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

and better you hear the
worst from your friends.

No.

I prefer to hear such
words from my enemies.

Maybe I just did.

Put that stuff away.

The Commonwealth vs. Anton Campbell

can wait until morning.

Truth is, I am not looking forward

to being in court tomorrow.

Truth is, neither am I.

- And yet...
- And yet...

I know what I'm doing is right.

- You are.
- And so are you.

Yeah?

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

or the law is a fraud.

And criminals have to be punished,

or justice is a joke.

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

But after tomorrow,

one of his parents will be a loser.

And one of her parents will be a winner.

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

Twins.

Case number 9-3-0-15-10,

Commonwealth of Massachusetts
vs. Anton Campbell.

- Mr. Ward.
- Your Honor,

the Commonwealth requests a section 58A

dangerousness hearing and to deny bail.

Judge DeLuca,
denying bail is excessive.

Mr. Campbell is not a flight risk

nor a danger to the community.

Mr. Campbell is absolutely a danger.

He's the leader of the Braxton Boys,

he's been charged with
the attempted murder

of Toussaint Senegel,

and Mr. Campbell caused bodily harm

to a Boston police officer.

Toussaint Senegel is
no innocent bystander.

Take a look at his criminal record,

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

posed by Mr. Campbell, not Toussaint.

You'll see that any number
of people may want

to take a shot at Junior Senegel.

Oh, this is a nice move, Counsel,

making the victim the guilty one.

- That's enough of that.
- May I speak, Your Honor?

Ms. Campbell. No, you may not.

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

Ms. Campbell,

the court recognizes your
contributions to the city,

but the court has procedures.

I do not wish to hold you in contempt.

Please take your seat.

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

was stopped by Boston area police.

You see, he wasn't wearing his uniform.

He was just another Black man

who fit the description
of a robbery suspect

that was described as Black.

That's all the cops needed.

Dee Brown's skin color
landed him facedown

with a gun pointed at his head.

Two weeks ago, my client was beaten

by the white police officer
who arrested him.

Mr. Ward?

The injustice experienced by Dee Brown

does not change the
fact that, as I said,

Mr. Campbell attacked a
person who he clearly knew

was Boston police.

Officer Suferin initiated the attack.

My client was defending himself.

We have photographs

of the injuries sustained
by Mr. Campbell.

Did you see the photographs
of the injuries sustained

by Officer Suferin at
the hands of your client?

Enough.

Too often, we accept the
word of law enforcement

above all else.

Maybe the scales of justice

need to be a little more balanced.

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

Judge Deluca,
the case against Mr. Campbell

clearly meets all the requirements

for him to remain in
custody until trial.

I have ruled, Mr. Ward.

Does the Commonwealth
have a figure for bail?

Twenty-five thousand dollars.

- Granted.
- My God, that's so much money.

Your Honor, this is egregious and...

Next case.

My whole purpose
in being is to help others,

and now I have to help my boy.

Anton's bail, $25,000.

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

But you know I don't have the money.

What I'm asking is,

could the church loan me $2,500,

which I pay right back after his trial?

You know what goes on in jail.

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

Grace, it's easier for God
to move mountains

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

Of course I'll ask the council,

but you have to realize that if
I ask them for that bail money,

in their eyes,

I go from preacher to ex-con.

You served your time.

Besides, what happened was an accident.

That's the story the council sold

to the congregation
to justify my hiring.

I was hanging with primo gangsters.

One of them had a gun.

I saw that gun. I wanted that gun.

I grabbed that gun.

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

picked off an innocent
man, father of two,

sentenced him to a wheelchair.

I spent three years in
Plymouth Correctional.

I'll go before the elders.

I'll sing whatever song I have to.

You're not above suspicion, Grace.

They're gonna ask you,

didn't you know your son was a thug?

- Did you know?
- Yes.

Then how come you didn't tell me?

We're not gonna
play that game, Grace.

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

but you weren't willing
to face the truth.

And that's understandable.

He's your blood.

Maybe in my heart of hearts, I knew.

I thought he'd straighten himself out.

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

But still, I raised him.

I'm to blame.

Roll back that guilt, Grace.

The more time you spend self-loathing,

the less time you have
to spend loving God.

I would say amen to that,

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

You should totally try
and take him down.

The new guy, Kyle. He's hot.

Oh, I'm hanging, not hunting tonight.

How many so far?

What?

How many fucks so far?

Oh, jeez. Um, zero.

I'm still intact.

Bullshit, Rohr.
You were gone three months.

And we figured you got knocked up,

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

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

Ten girls training with Myla Thorsen.

Oh, God, your parents are so cool.

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

- or get a tattoo.
- My parents won't even let

Billy in the house.

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

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

I need liquor. You want anything?

No, I'm on antibiotics.

Do you know where the bathroom is?

Top of the stairs.

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

Yo, she a cop or lost?

Little of both?

Excuse me, lady.

- You need a map?
- You Anton?

No.

You know where I can find Anton?

Why?

- 'Cause I want to talk to him.
- For what?

I want to make a purchase.

He in jail, lady.

Quit calling me "lady."

Would you prefer "officer"?

I look like a fucking cop?

You as white as one.

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

Goddamn, that kid got a big mouth.

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

He's dead.

I'm taking over the family business.

Is that so, Officer?

All right, fuck you.

I want a re-up.

That's a lot of bread.

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

- Snatch your bag.
- Yeah?

Go ahead.

Go ahead, try it.

All right, she ain't a cop.

Still don't mean we doing
business with you.

See you, lady.

Fuck.

The answer is no.

- Mr. Jacobi says you're a bad risk.
- You tell him...

He hears you might not be running

the Braxton Summit Tenants'
Association for very long.

Look, Mr. Finch, I need $2,500.

Try the State Street Bank.

They love a good sob story.

- Morning.
- Good morning.

How was the party?

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

I know you didn't. I'm just asking
'cause I'm hoping you had fun.

Yeah, yeah, I did.

Shit. Sorry.

- I...
- No, it's okay.

Oh, big smile, slippery hands.

What are you nervous about, Benny?

Okay, talk to me or don't.

But I'm here either way, okay?

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

did it take before you felt okay?

Before...

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

Before you could move on?

Ah, well, I... don't think
I have, really.

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

But you're doing good.

Okay? You're going to the meetings.

You're talking openly.

I never had that, not for a long time.

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

You're gonna find yourself.

You can be anyone you want to be.

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

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

Coffee?

Yeah.

You know, every morning I used
to come into this kitchen,

and I'd feel this...

you know, this feeling
of, like, uneasiness,

and I thought it was caused by Rosa.

Or my hangover.

Well, now Rosa's out to pasture.

Last night I slept like a prince.

And yet...

I still feel uneasy.

So what's up?

Nothing you can fix.

Try me.

Look, I... Jackie, I really
appreciate your concern,

but you can't really
possibly understand.

Yeah, you know, you're right, Jen.

The two of you have suffered.

But suffering comes in
all shapes and sizes.

You want to make amends?

Okay, I'll go first.

Middle of July.

The heat was like the Sargasso Sea...

except on land, you know,
nothing moving.

I come running into the house.

Forgot to close the door.

Something she's told me
about a thousand times.

And...

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

air-condition the whole
goddamn neighborhood?"

So she takes my hand, and...

she shoves it in the door frame,

and she slams the door on my fingers.

"That'll teach you."

And she does this again
and again and again,

and my hand goes numb from the pain,

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

"Please stop, Ma. Please stop."

You know, ten years old.

What did I know?

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

I walked outside, I closed the door,

I stood on the sidewalk, and I imagined

the nice Beacon Hill family
that was gonna adopt me

and buy me a new bike,

take me on trips.

Ah, my parents...

they came running out of the house.

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

They just ran right by me.

But I understood that they knew

that it was me...

that put a match to that sofa.

I know, right?

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

Yeah, well, didn't she, though,

I mean, in a way?

Was I a bad kid? No.

Are you a bad kid? No.

Kids do what they need to do

to survive what they can't face.

Survival takes courage.

And courage is something that
you got tons of, Bendrops.

You're not going home, Anton,

tonight or ever.

You know, after I convict you,

you'll spend at least
the next 20 birthdays

in the DDU at Walpole,

right alongside your buddies
in the Copeland Crew

who all want you dead.

You know, my lawyer...

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

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

Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Your lawyers smart. See, at MCI Norfolk,

you at least have a better
chance of walking out alive.

Anton, hey.

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

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

the whole war for who was gonna run

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

Listen...

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

I'ma start digging up bodies.

You full of shit, motherfucker.

Maybe, maybe not.

Guess you'll find out... motherfucker.

- Hello?
- Grace.

Reverend Hughes.

I hate making this call,
but as I suspected,

the church council won't approve
the loan for Anton's bail.

I'm sorry.

That's okay. Thank you for trying.

Have you talked
to the bail bondsman?

Six of them.

They said I need to have collateral.

What do I have?

You need me to come over?

No need.

No need at all.

I'm sorry.

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What the fuck is that?

Uh, Benny and I got tattoos
down in Warwick.

Supposed to keep this baby
from drying and scabbing up.

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

I would've come with you, you know,

got mine touched up.

Hey, how old were you when you got that?

Eighteen.

Week I finished basic, Parris Island.

I was drunk as fuck.

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

Uh, no.

The opposite, actually.

I, uh... I felt every cut.

I kind of enjoyed the sensation, though.

Why a rose?

Oh, 'cause, uh...
you know, petals are pretty,

but, uh, if you touch the thorns,

you might get stabbed.

Prove it.

Hi, Mama.

You okay?

Yeah. Lockup ain't nothing.

Where'd you get the money for my bail?

Baby, we got to talk.

- Yeah?
- About who you are,

where your money comes from,

what you do when you walk out my door,

the lie you're living
right under my roof.

Your eyes are so full
of love for everyone,

you can't see the way life really is.

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

going hat in hand for the money,

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

but maybe you are that bad,

and maybe I'm the only
damn fool who can't see it,

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

a dope-dealing, hate-filled street thug.

I got plenty of money, Mama.

You should've just asked me.

Drug money.

How could I?

You know what I do, who I am.

Do you know who you are?

You have nothing to say?

I ain't proud of what I do,

but I'm good at what I do.

Proud enough to be able

to put some money away for us, for you.

I used to see you reading
those magazines, Mama,

about Martha's Vineyard and Cape Cod.

I used to see the way your eyes light up

when you look at those
houses. All I want to do

is get you a cottage on the beach.

It's too late for that.

You're killing me.

You're killing me piece
by piece every day.

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

He's to blame. Decourcy Ward.

Oh, no, you don't.

You park this car and get inside.

I'm gonna go get the $2,500

so you can pay back the association.

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

Mama, I placed a bet on the Celtics.

I'ma go collect the cash.

Don't want you out here living in fear

of somebody knocking on our door.

Dinner with the mayor.

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

What do you think? Is he gonna
endorse me for city council?

Oh, he'd be an idiot not to.

You sure you're okay with me running?

Yeah, am I worried about the strain
campaigning will have on you

while you're pregnant?

I believe you when you
say you can do both,

and I'll be here to hold your coat.

Shit!

Decourcy...

- Yeah?
- Ooh...

How many weeks
pregnant is your wife?

- Eight weeks.
- Sir, how many weeks

- pregnant is your wife?
- Eight weeks.

She's eight weeks pregnant.

The victim is eight weeks pregnant.

Copy.

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

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

- You sure he was the shooter?
- Yes.

And you have an active prosecution

- involving him, correct?
- Yes.

Did you know he made bail tonight?

No, no, not-not till he walked up

on the car and started shooting.

Last known address?

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

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

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

and the guy that let that
murderer off the hook.

What that got to do with this?

Karma, shithead.

The fuck this bitch just say to me?

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

- He's from Charlestown.
- Say that shit again.

Say that shit again. What's up?

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

Listen, I'm really sorry
about your wife.

All right? We're gonna keep a unit

outside the residence
till we find the perp.

We'll have an escort for you

when you go home tonight. Okay?

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

Paging Dr. Woodrow.

Dr. Woodrow, please dial extension 221.

Did Callie come down yet?

No.

This waiting is a nightmare.
God damn it.

What I don't understand is,

why would this kid want
to shoot his own lawyer?

Dr. Sorensen to Pediatrics.

Dr. Sorensen, Pediatrics.

He, uh... he-he was coming for me,

not Siobhan.

Eloise, I am so sorry.

I'm glad that you're both alive.

Yeah, Decourcy, this is, uh...

this is no time to blame yourself.

Okay, Todd, then who? Hmm?

Tell me, who should I blame, huh? Who?

The guy with his finger on the trigger.

Dr. Dunn to room 204.

Dr. Dunn to room 204.

Siobhan's out of surgery.

The bullet's been successfully
removed from her clavicle.

She's in recovery.

She's strong. She'll be fine.

- Can I see her?
- Not quite yet.

And the baby?

The pregnancy's still viable.

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

could trigger a physical reaction.

A miscarriage.

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

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

Then you could all see her.

My daughter's tough, Decourcy.

So are you.

Hey, Ma!

In here!

My God, what are you doing
on your feet a week after surgery?

And what are you doing drinking?

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

And what the fuck difference
does a glass of wine make?

I'm circling the drain. Let me be.

And why are you here?

What's all that shit you brought?

Ah, I was, uh, thinking about you.

I thought maybe you'd want some company.

Your concern warms a mother's heart.

I know you love baking,

so I brought you everything you need

to make struffoli, only they didn't have

the exact flour you use,

but I did get the right honey.

What, are you nuts?
You can't make struffoli

without farina di grano tenero.

That American flour is only
good for making paste.

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

You don't share food?

We don't share shit.

You want a glass?

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

Ahh.

Uh, is, uh... anything else you need?

Sure.

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

Well, uh, watching Benny get better,

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

about myself.

So I just have a question for you.

After Dad left, did you
ever hear from him?

Sure.

I hear from the bastard
whenever he needs money.

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

You told me he was dead.

He's dead to me.

- You know where he is?
- Of course.

Tell me.

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

I'm stuck in this fucking leper colony

with my whore sister 'cause of you.

You want the skinny on
your father, negotiate.

Oh, wow.

You know what? Fuck you.

- Yeah, I'm gonna find him myself.
- And if you do,

don't expect a touching reunion.

He'll ask you for money, too!

The son of a bitch.

Hey, love.

What day is today?

It's Friday.

- Friday?
- Yeah.

How long have...

You've been out since last night.

Oh...

My head is cloudy.

It's the anesthesia.

You needed surgery.

Is the baby okay?

Yeah, yeah, uh...
Callie did an ultrasound.

She showed me pictures.

Heartbeat is still strong.

Kid's a fighter.

Thank God.

Who shot me?

Uh, not-not, uh...

not now, uh, just...

Just... just rest.

I'm so tired.

Yeah.

Just go back to sleep.

I love you.

And I'm sorry.

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

I just had some, but thanks.

All right.

Hey, how's she doing?

What the fuck are you doing here?

I like Siobhan.

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

But her way is smoother.

You're playing with fire right now.

- Keep talking.
- Hey, hey, hey.

I have stood right
where you're standing.

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

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

Do you know who fired the gun?

Anton Campbell.

Well, that's got to set you off.

Yeah.

Yeah, I keep running what
happened in my head,

what I could've done
to keep Siobhan safe.

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

Something was off. I felt it.

I ignored my instincts.

But f... fuck it.

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

I got to be here for my wife.

I'll tell you what...

you keep the guilt...

... and let me take the anger.

Dee.

You say the word,

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

- This I promise you.
- Really?

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

How would this not come back to me?

Big Dig's pouring a lot of concrete.

No one'll find him. No one will know.

You want me to say yes

to you committing a revenge murder?

What are friends for?

You wearing a wire?

Oh, no, that's just fucking insulting.

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

Jeez, Jack...

Jackie.

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

That's your MO.

You got a crooked
fucking heart, all right?

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

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

Do you really think I
would sink that low?

You've sunk lower.

Dr. Blue to Cardiology.

Dr. Blue to Cardiology.

Yeah, you're right.

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

Oh, what, is this you trying to change?

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

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

and, uh, I hope she gets better soon,

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

No, no, shh. Before you say a word,

there's been a snafu in your
plans to put me into purgatory.

Snafu?

Who even uses that word anymore?

I got a proposition for you.

One, I hold off on using

my considerable weight and influence

to fight this bullshit
punitive move of yours,

and, two, you call Putnam

and ask him to let me track down

the man that shot Decourcy Ward's wife.

That's BPD's case.

Not our jurisdiction.

Karen, come on, you're clever enough

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

And after you find the shooter,

alive, I hope, what happens then?

I will fade away, like MacArthur.

Doubtful.

You lack the DNA to do
anything for anyone

unless there is profit or
publicity in it for you.

You know, the Greeks
have a word, lutroō.

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

I owe Decourcy Ward.

Why?

Is it because you fucked him
over on that Charlestown case?

Define "fuck."

Look in the mirror.
You initiated this pissing contest

between us and the county DA.

Karen.

You spent your first three birthdays

at Manzanar Internment Camp.

You know what injustice feels like.

It feels like looking out
through that barbed wire

at the Manzanar camps.

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

and enough is e-fucking-nough.

I want justice. I want
justice for Decourcy Ward.

I want justice for his wife.

I mean, what could I
possibly gain from this?

You're clever enough
to figure out a way.

Oh, Jesus Christ, the one time

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

than any of the shit I've ever given.

Am I gonna regret this?

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

Hey, lady.

What are you doing here?

Came to give you what you want.

I thought your boss said

you weren't gonna do business with me.

Kelvin? He ain't my boss.

No one is my boss.

All right.

Wait here. I'll get your money.

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

Yeah, no chance.

Because you got kids?

What'd you just say?

How'd you know that?

How do you know where I live, anyhow?

Be quick. I ain't got all night.

Siobhan. She any better?

Why'd you call me?

Well, I want to give you the good news.

I asked to be transferred.

I'm leaving Boston, moving to Lakeville.

You asked to be transferred?

Well, let's just say it was a
mutually agreed upon decision.

- So how is she?
- In a lot of pain.

The questions are starting to come.

You haven't told her about Anton yet,

that this wasn't random, huh?

Oh, fuck.

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

Mm-hmm.

Well, more good news.

I can lighten the load.

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

has attached me to Siobhan's shooting.

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

We are gonna find this motherfucker

- and put him away.
- Jackie, listen to me.

I don't want you involved on any level.

Too late. The fucker
lives on federal property.

We were gonna join in anyway.

- You got no choice.
- Fuck me.

All right, Dee,
Dee, Dee, listen to me.

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

I mean, he could show
up anywhere, anytime.

Last year, Tarrant County, Texas,

guy opens fire in a courtroom.

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

He wounds two judges.

He blows away a couple of ADAs.

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

and this motherfucker, Anton,

is hungry for your motherfucking blood.

All right, fuck it.

Look, no revenge killings.

No Jackie Rohr cowboy bullshit.

It's all aboveboard, accountable.

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

No Clay Roach...

and no Jimmy Ryan.

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

for what went down in
Charlestown last year.

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

I mean, you-you forced my hand.

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

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

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

I said to Shimizu,

"I owe Decourcy Ward
honesty and justice.

I owe him for Hank Signa."

Okay, what do you
think, another round or... ?

- You said that?
- Yeah.

Did she laugh?

Little bit.

Police. Open up.

Good evening, Grace Campbell.
Jackie Rohr, FBI.

Let me ask you something.

Where the fuck is Anton?

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