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There's no escaping their anger.

I need to disappear.

I need enough to travel,
to buy a new identity,

to start over in peace.

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When are we gonna see Dad again?

We're not going back
there anymore, okay?

I thought we were doing business.

Go back to your slice of town, lady.

- Oh! Uh-uh. No.
- Leave me be.

- Not until I get some mud.
- I said, fuck the fuck off.

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The bullet's been successfully
removed from her clavicle.

Pregnancy's still viable.

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A subpoena

for the Tenants' Association
financial records.

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Come on, let's move!

Weak motherfucker.

Do we know whose blood that is?

Not yet.

But based on who's dead up there,

we can make a pretty good guess.

It's the Campbell brothers.

Cocksuckers don't know how to quit.

Kids turn vicious when
they feel trapped.

And trapped they shall be.

Three dead. Copeland crew.

- Any witnesses?
- One.

Claims he saw two young Black males

fleeing the scene,
one dragging the other.

There's a trail of blood
goes through the basement

right to the back door.

Hospital intakes?

BPD checked Mass General,
Boston City, St. Eligius...

no gunshot victims
matching our description,

but based on the amount
of blood in there,

I'd say that kid is either
dead or on the doorstep.

Which means Grace will
be keeping them close by.

How is he?

Stable. Barely.

I removed the bullet, sutured the wound,

but the blood loss...

Kelvin needs a hospital.

Police will toss him in a cell.

Suspect dies in custody
is caught for a conviction

without a courtroom.

There's only so much I'm
able to do here, Grace.

You're a doctor!

In Nigeria, yes.

In Boston, I'm an orderly.

Well, you can take mine.

My blood. I'm O-negative.

I just don't have the equipment.

Look, tell me everything you need,

and I'll run and buy what's necessary.

With blood on your clothes?

- Take a moment to think.
- Not now. Please.

Most of these are at Baxter's Pharmacy

on John Street.

Thank you, Dr. Mensah.

Could I bother you for another thing?

A coat.

Take whatever you like from my closet.

Can't bring myself to pray.

Tired of begging.

Yeah, you and me both.

Two shortens the road.

What's that?

Oh, it's this... it's this thing we say.

Um, it's our version of
"misery loves company."

Uh-huh.

So, uh, I have to admit,
I'm a bit embarrassed

about the commotion the other night.

Don't be.

I'm-I'm glad I was there.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't
happy hitting that bastard.

Aye, but to ask for money,

to burden you with my problems.

It's not how I was raised.

Yeah, life turns you into the one thing

you swore you'd never be.

Maeve, you're a good person.

You deserve a lot better.

Have you decided to sing the solo?

I'm leaning towards yes,

but I'm-I'm absolutely terrified.

You know, most people
think fear is a bad thing.

A bully or weakness.

It's not.

Fear is a compass.

Tells you where to go
and where not to go.

You know, every time my quartermaster

tasked me with an assignment...

even little chores like
delivering messages

or buying food for a safe house...

I was afraid.

But what scared me the
most were the things

that I knew I had to do.

Sing the goddamn song, Jenny.

Guys, if you're hungry,

there's cutlets in the fridge.

Where are you going?

I, uh... I gotta run a couple errands.

Look, if you guys need anything,

you call Miss Bartha
downstairs, all right?

Call her.

Nobody leaves the apartment,
nobody comes in.

- Okay.
- Nobody.

What about Grandma?

Especially not her.

I'm trusting you.

Hey, Grace, can I come in?

No, you may not.

How are the kids?

One piece, I hope.

You hear there was another shooting

over there in Copeland Park?

Hmm...

Three dead young men.

I don't know.

Just seems like whatever we do...

you with your coalition,
me with the FBI, you know...

the violence,

it just never seems to stop.

Hey.

You know that word, "apophasis"?

It's like when you bring
up a delicate subject

by claiming not to
bring up said subject.

It's like, uh, you know,

mentioning without mentioning.

I'll give you an example.

I don't need to say that
your sons are responsible

for those three corpses
over there in Copeland Park

'cause you and I both know

that Kelvin and Anton
are fuckin' murderers.

You watch your words when
you talk about my family

in my house.

Oh.

Oops.

Everyone always forgets the
shoes. I don't know why,

but they do.

You have the right to
remain silent, Nana.

She ask for a lawyer?

Not yet.

Make any calls?

Not a word.

Kind of a nice change of pace,
her shutting the fuck up.

Yeah. You should follow suit.

Why Grace Campbell?

Why-why couldn't anyone else
be sitting in that cell?

Because she aided and abetted
the man that shot your wife.

Look, she's not a criminal.

She a decent person, indecent situation.

Well, 99% of the time,

that's exactly what a criminal is.

Usually, we could only hold
her for 48 hours, but...

If there's exigent circumstances...

shoes covered in blood...

we could detain a suspect

for as long as we can justify at trial.

Now, why change tacks

just 'cause it's Grace Campbell?

Let's let the bitch stew.

♪ By the blood ♪

♪ That flowed from thee ♪

♪ That flow from... ♪

Hey, I got something I need to tell you.

Oh, fuck. What happened?

I'm gonna sing a choir solo.

Ten o'clock mass this Sunday.

Jesus Christ, Jen, you
deliver good tidings

like a fucking undertaker.

Well, with you, good
tidings die real fast.

Not this time. No. I'm proud of you.

What do you say we celebrate, huh?

Caffé Vittoria. You, me, Benny.

That's sweet, but we can't. Hey.

Oh.

Is that banshee lady coming over again?

No, Maeve will not be joining us.

Fuck my ass, not your mother.

Oh, God, no. Please.

All right, so who?

Well, Benny invited her friend.

Uh, Faust.

Faust Aquino.

So Faust.

Why the fuck you wearing a tie?

Dad, how about we try
hospitality for a change?

No, I'm-I'm-I'm genuinely interested.

Was the tie your mother's idea?

Did my daughter tell you to
make a good impression?

I'm old enough to dress
myself, Mr. Rohr.

The tie felt appropriate.

All right. A straight answer.

Declarative sentence. I like this kid.

Ah, we're all thrilled
to hear that, Jackie.

How about we just, uh, keep on eating?

Well, normally, when
people eat, they talk.

- I didn't offend you, did I, Faust?
- No, no.

- Not at all.
- Oh.

Faust. That's a good name.

It's like that poem.

"I would myself unto the devil deliver

if I were not a devil myself."

Yeah, my full name's
"Faustino," actually.

- Mm.
- You shouldn't have said that.

Now he's gonna tell us
about an Italian mobster

he arrested 20 years ago.

And ask if you two are related.

No, no, no, I'm sticking to a
polite line of conversation.

- Scout's honor.
- Uh-huh.

I am. I am. So Faust...

where you going to college, pal?

Uh, NYU. I hope.

Oh.

Same as Benny.

Did you two plan this, or... ?

- No, we applied separately.
- Right.

But I'd be happy if we
both ended up there.

Familiar face in an
unfamiliar territory.

Boston is like a town,
and New York's a city.

You gonna let them shit all over Boston?

Yeah. You always do.

I love Boston. It's my home.

But I'm just ready for
something new, you know?

Mm.

Hey. Hey, kid.

Before you go,

let me ask you a question.

What would you do if I hit
you right here, right now?

Wait, what?

Oh. Good answer.

You're fucking insane.

Yeah, usually...

but if you're gonna be with my daughter,

I need to know that you can protect her.

Siobhan?

Siobhan.

Siobhan.

Baby, baby, what's wrong?

What's wrong? Wha... how can I help?

T-talk to me, baby,
please. What's wrong?

Shit.

Sh... Siobhan.

Talk to me, please?

I need to go to the hospital.

Yeah. Okay.

You want light or dark?

Dark.

Come here.

Hey, ain't this Jimmy's spot?

Jimmy's gone.

From now on, you come find me.

And who are you?

There ain't no need for names.

First, I thought you were a hooker.

Yeah, thanks, asshole.

What? I was being nice.

How the fuck is that nice?

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Faust was a hit.

You said the same thing last night.

What, are you going senile?

Yeah, you wish.

Be the happiest day of your life

you put me in a fucking home.

Hey, Benny likes Faust,
Faust likes Benny.

That's what matters.

Do you know in France that
you can marry dead people?

Yeah, it's got something to
do with the, uh, soldiers

or the-the coal miners

taking care of their loved
ones or something.

I don't know. I read that,
but I can't remember where,

which probably means that
I made the whole thing up.

I need money, Jackie.

Okay. For what?

Uh, to help a friend.

She's having a hard time.

Let me guess: the Irish one.

Maeve. Yeah.

Okay, yeah, so ju-just to be clear,

you don't need money;

someone you barely fuckin'
know needs money.

I know the poor girl well enough

to wanna make sure that she's okay.

She's not a girl! She's
a grown fuckin' woman.

She moved over here all by herself.

I-I don't need your approval
to do something decent.

Then why did you ask me?

'Cause that's what
husbands and wives do!

They actually talk things through.

Okay. How much does she need?

A couple thousand.

No fucking way.

If you were going through shit,

wouldn't you want someone to care?

No, because I fix things on my own.

And what if you couldn't?

When that day comes,

you slip me some hemlock,

and you bury me in the backyard.

I already dug the hole.

But go ahead, go ahead.

Convince me.

What does Maeve need the money for?

She got caught up with the IRA.

They forced her to do some evil shit.

She came here to escape,
but now they're after her.

Jen. Boston is an IRA vacation town!

They send soldiers to Southie to hide

or-or to restock the armory!

Jackie, the other night, some maniac

grabbed her in an alley.

I mean, thank God I was
there to stop him and...

Wait. You stopped him?

Well, I hit him with a brick.

Okay. Listen.

And I'm being serious here.

These people are fucking animals.

Stay away from Maeve.

Please.

I brought this into our home.

We both did.

You can't keep hitting snooze.
You gotta get up.

Yeah.

Can you do something for me?

Yeah.

Get rid of any reminders.

There are two police
officers parked out front.

Yeah, yeah.

They're to protect us.

- All right, come on.
- Good.

It's good.

I'm sure, after last night,
you might want your privacy.

You want your privacy.

- I can turn around and go.
- No, no, no, no, it's-it's all right.

We, uh... we're happy to have you.

Yeah, we're-we're happy to have you.

Is Siobhan awake?

She's awake, but, um, still in bed.

I know it feels like
the end of the world.

Yeah, but...

another day has dawned.

We didn't win yet. Not even close.

- Are you listening to me?
- Mm-hmm.

Grace Campbell can make our lives

the worst kind of hell.

I've already gotten calls

from a dozen Afro-American ministers,

from the president of the city council,

from fucking Acting Mayor Menino.

So no scare tactics, no bullying,

none of your Calico Jackie shit.

This is a conversation.

The end goal being?

To convince her to cooperate.

Have you talked to Decourcy about this?

No way... this is one case I
refuse to let him steamroll.

Look, Grace's lawyer is
on his way over here.

Can I count on you for
once in your shithead life

to be tactful and persuasive?

Are you kidding me?

I could sell dick brownies
to a dyke on a diet.

What did I just say?

Here you go, angel.

Mm-mm. Tea makes me nauseous.

I only steeped the bag for 30 seconds

and added a little honey,
just how you like.

Please don't baby me.

You are my baby.
I can't help myself.

- Sorry.
- No.

You get the day off from being sorry.

You hurt; it's as simple as that.

But the hurt that you're feeling,

it's called motherhood.

I have the same ache
in my heart right now.

Only difference is,
I get to use that pain

to take care of my child.

Siobhan.

Before I had you...

... I had two miscarriages.

Your dad and I thought we were cursed.

But all of those sleepless nights

and all of the tears, and...

all of the doctors...

... they all led to you.

Mm.

You're gonna be late.

Hey. No, no, no.

I already called Guy Dan.
Told him I wasn't coming in.

- Mm-mm. No, no, no.
- Yeah.

You can't be cooped up.

That's the last thing
you need right now.

Don't worry about me.

I-I'm worried about me, okay?

My mom's here, and she's gonna stay,

and I can't have both
of you fawning over me

because there's only but
so much tea I can drink.

You sure?

I'm gonna go take a shower,

and after that,
the bathroom's all yours.

Forget every nice thing I
said about Grace Campbell.

You put her boy away.

You bury that whole fucking family.

My client told you ad nauseam

she does not know where Anton is.

That's true; what's also true

is that I don't fucking believe her,

because the last time
we sat in this room,

she lied to my face.

I equivocated behind your back.

Had to out of self-preservation.

At any point in this investigation,

did Mr. Rohr mention
that he forced himself

into Ms. Campbell's home
without a warrant... twice?

I had probable cause.

To put a loaded government-issued
firearm to her head?

You know, there's nothing better

than listening to a lie
when you know the truth?

That accusation is categorically false.

Moving on.

How about Kelvin?

Do you know where he is?

Kelvin had nothing to do

with what happened to Siobhan Quays.

Still a drug dealer.

Still wanted in not one, not two,

but three ongoing murder investigations.

Kelvin needs medical treatment.

If Kelvin needs a doctor, he's got one.

What else?

My client is requesting a letter

from both the FBI and the DA's office

supporting Braxton Summit's application

for HUD funding.

We want any charges related
to Anton's bail money dropped,

and Ms. Campbell's affidavit

claiming she was with her
son the night of the shooting

expunged from the record.

You're asking for an awful lot

without offering much in return.

Nobody likes a lady who
takes without giving.

When I was a kid,

my dad used to tell me this joke...

not to make me laugh. He was educating.

He said, "The good citizens
of Boston hate two things:

racism and Black people."

Funny, right?

We teach our children at a young age

that the system is broke.

That the system takes without giving.

You've been swimming
against the undertow

for a while, we know.

But this? This is not that.

We can make your false alibi disappear.

You stole money from a federal
fucking housing project,

and we can make that go away.

But the one thing that we
can't pretend didn't happen?

The baby died.

Siobhan's baby.

She was pregnant when Anton shot her.

Now, do you really wanna protect him?

Hey.

Were you in my closet?

My dad is dead.

Fuck.

Kick.

I'm sorry.

Sweetheart, I'm so sorry.

I just... I didn't tell you 'cause...

... 'cause I don't believe
he's gone, myself.

Any more than I believe
this place is our home.

I'm just not ready to admit that.

But, sweetheart, I promise you,

I am gonna make things better.

Sweetheart, it's okay to
be sad about it, okay?

Don't fucking touch me!

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

You made a deal with Grace Campbell?

That's what we do, isn't it? Make deals.

Could've talked to me.

Asked my opinion out of courtesy.

I could have.

But you're liable to be biased,
given the circumstances...

Fucking biased. Have
you considered the fact

that Anton is probably gone?

And you let Grace off
the hook for nothing?

What would you have me do instead?

Lock her in a cell till
he's locked in a cell.

Come on.

You don't cure syphilis
by cutting off your cock,

and you don't close a case by
beating down the one person

who can give you the
information you need.

Do you remember what happened

when we made a deal with Jimmy Ryan?

We? That's all on you, pal.

Besides, Grace Campbell
is not Jimmy Ryan.

No? Explain to me how, hmm?

Go home, Decourcy. Be with Siobhan.

And tell my wife what?

That we're here buddying
up with a woman who lied,

obstructed justice,

to help a murderer evade capture?

There are 50 ADAs I could've
assigned to this case,

but to make sure everything's
being done properly,

I'm handling all the details myself.

You wanna question my judgement? Fine.

But deep down, you know I'm right.

Remember that next time.

Sir, yes, sir.

The next time my wife is shot,

I'll stay the hell out your way.

I know you're out there, Rohr.

I can feel you scheming.

You put a gun to the woman's head?

I was in a mood.

Have you made any
progress finding your father?

I think I'm gonna
table that idea permanently.

Jenny...

Do you know how the UVFs kill Catholics?

They knock on your door,

and then they stab you in the heart.

If you're home alone,
they cut you to pieces.

That's how my dad died.

You know, at first, I was angry...

at the Protestants for their cruelty,

at my dad for fighting them...

... but now I just wish that he was here

to answer my questions
or listen to me complain.

If there's anything that
you want to tell your dad,

do so...

while you still can.

Uh.

This is, uh, it's $5,000.

Go on.

I don't-I don't know what to say.

You don't have to say anything.

Just take care of yourself, okay?

Ah.

The fuck you doing here?

They catch you with
your hand up a cassock?

These are very dangerous
times, Mr. Rohr.

Mm-hmm.

I work for the FBI.

Got anything particular in mind?

There's only so much I can say,

and I wasn't privy to the whole story,

but you have a right to know
at least part of the truth.

What do you say we
skip the opening prayer

and get right to Holy Communion?

"Thou shalt not steal."

So somebody got robbed.

In a way, yes. In a way, no.

Please stop speaking in fucking tongues.

Somebody asked for money very recently,

and I believe this individual
got what she asked for.

Sallow Irish cunt.

All right, you're gonna tell me
everything that you know,

and don't give me any shit
about the seal of confession.

I believe the person in question
intends to buy guns.

♪ By the blood that flowed from... ♪

No, that's too low.

Uh.

♪ By the blood ♪
♪ That flowed from... ♪

You gave my money to
that fucking terrorist?!

After I told you to stay away?

It's our money.

And I'm not gonna apologize,
so spare me your rant.

Fuck my rant! I should arrest you.

What, for stealing what you stole?

Hey, does your boss
know about all the cash

we got hidden in the basement?

That's getaway money, Jen.

You weren't supposed to touch it

unless it's a fucking emergency.

Do you know how pathetic it is

that we even have getaway money, Jackie?

But I didn't take
that, okay? So back off.

I went to the bank,

and I made a withdrawal from the account

that we been sharing
for 20 goddamn years.

I did a good deed!

And I feel good about that,

so shut up and let me have this.

That woman is a con artist, Jen.

You got fleeced as usual.

And by the way, that midlife
crisis tattoo of yours?

That's what's fucking pathetic!

Oh, yeah, you didn't say
that in the bedroom!

Hi, Mama.

Kelvin's been asleep since
I got here. He all right?

He lost a lot of blood.

Is he gonna die?

I don't know.

I've been praying every five minutes,

begging and bargaining.

Maybe it's time for a hospital.

Why'd you shoot Siobhan?

I didn't.

And I'll do it again and again

till I knock the lying out of you!

If I say anything,

you become an accomplice after the fact.

Do you have any idea
where I just came from?

I'm already an accomplice.

I didn't know Siobhan was in the car.

That doesn't answer my question.

Her husband was
gonna keep coming after us.

He wasn't gonna stop. I had to
push back to protect our fam...

You failed, Anton!

I made a mess,

and I don't know how
to clean this one up.

But if there's anything I can do

to get you to stop walking
around, hating me...

You're right.

Kelvin does need to go to a hospital.

Out of state would be safer.

St. Veno Wall is in Providence.

All right, let's go.

When he wakes up.

Afram said we could borrow his car.

The police will be looking for yours.

And after that,

you and me, we're done.

Hey, what are you doing?

You can't hear your pitch

when your stomach's growling.

Aw, what a nice surprise.

Thanks, darling.

You know, I'll start with coffee.

You should avoid hot
and cold when you're trying to sing.

Bad for the throat.

Drink water. No ice.

How the hell do you know that?

Books.

Wow, you really are your father's child.

I'm not sure that's a compliment.

Hey, have you seen him this morning?

He was gone before I woke up.

Maybe he went to church
early, got the good seat.

Yeah.

Ah.

♪ Mi, mi, mi, mi, mi, mi, mi, mi ♪

♪ I can do this, I can do this ♪

Thanks for coming.

Thanks for including me.

Is your dad coming?

He fuckin' better.

And for the deceased, for the sick,

and for all those unable
to be here today,

let us pray to the Lord.

Lord, hear my prayer.

♪ Jesus, savior ♪

♪ Hear our cry ♪

♪ Thou wert suffering ♪

♪ Once as we ♪

♪ Hear the loving ♪

♪ Litany ♪

♪ We thy children ♪

♪ Sing to thee ♪

♪ By the blood ♪

♪ That flowed from thee ♪

♪ In thy bitter agony ♪

♪ By the scourge ♪

♪ So meekly borne ♪

♪ By thy purple robe of scorn ♪

♪ Jesus, savior ♪

♪ Hear our cry ♪

♪ Thou wert suffering ♪

♪ Once as we ♪

♪ Hear the loving ♪

♪ Litany ♪

♪ We thy children ♪

♪ Sing to thee ♪

Hi, Mama.

Hi, Anton.

- Kelvin good?
- He's in the car.

Got him some breakfast.

That was sweet of you.

When did it get so fancy around here?

New money, new houses, new people.

Remember Kelvin used to
mess around down here?

Came home crying 'cause Anthony Bruno

ripped his "He-Man" shirt.

Vaguely.

I used to tease him
for crying like a baby,

and you told me, "Shut up or help."

So I went to school the next day,

smacked the Bruno kid around,

they had you come pick me up.

I thought you were gonna
whup my ass in the car.

You never said nothing.

So I'm thinking, "Uh-oh.

She gonna wait till we get home

and really hit me with some preaching."

So we walked in the door.

You still ain't talking, so I asked you,

"Am I in trouble?"

and you say,

"You don't fight with your family.

You fight for them."

Then you went back to work.

You were cold for that one, Mama.

I'm okay.

I'm okay.

Anton!

Get down on the motherfuckin' pavement!

Get down! Get the fuck down!

Get on the motherfuckin'
ground right now!

On the ground, Anton!

Get on the fucking ground!

Suspect moving up the stairs.

- Get down. Get down.
- Let's go, Anton!

It's over!

Suspect is inside. Standing by.

Hold your fire! There
could be civilians inside!

Holding fire.

- Trying to make contact.
- Anton, think about it!

- Let me talk to him.
- No, no, down!

Let me talk to him!

Too late for that. Way too late.

Anton, think about it!

Anton! Anton, come talk to me.

Put the gun down!

Anton, stop before you hurt somebody!

He might be coming your way.

Be ready but do not engage.

Do not engage.

Copy.

No way out, Anton!

Come on, kid. Drop the gun and come out.

Anton, please! Please, listen!

Drop the gun and come the fuck out!

Fuck this. I'm going in.

Sergeant said "do not engage."

I'm not gonna sit here waiting for
this motherfucker to pick us off.

You got nowhere to run, Anton.

Nowhere to go.

Is my mom still out there?

Yeah, she's here.

Take her home, man. Please.

Anton, come out
before somebody gets hurt!

I said, take her home!

We don't wanna hurt you, Anton.

Throw the gun on the porch,

put your hands in the air,

and walk towards me.

Get her outta here, man!

Come out with your hands in the air.

I said, get her outta here!

She's with us, Anton.

How else would we know
where to find you?

Throw the gun out.

We got you surrounded, Anton.

You ain't got nowhere to go.

Be smart and drop the motherfuckin' gun.

- No! No!
- Shots fired!

- Shots fired!
- Let me go to him!

- Oh, no, no.
- Let me go to him!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa! No, no, no.
- Let me go! That's my son!

- Hey, hey, hey! Come here!
- No!

- No! No!
- Take her away.

- Get her away.
- No!

- My son!
- All clear, Sarge.

Suspect is down. Suspect is down.

No! No!

No!

- Fuck!
- Fuck happened?!

What'd you want me to do?

What I told you to do.
Block him the fuck in!

I had a clear path to
apprehend the suspect.

He wasn't gonna surrender,

so I took a chance.

He fuckin' wheeled on me, Chris.

He wheeled on me!

I fired.

Give me the gun.

Go back to the station.

Don't do a fucking thing till I say.

What?

Give me your fucking gun.

Tuck your tail between your legs

- and get the fuck outta here.
- This ain't a fuckin' tail, Sarge.

You just didn't have the balls
to do what needed to be done.

You.

You're going to tell me what happened.

Step-by-step, every fucking detail.

I wasn't there, sir.

I was outside.

- You were outside?
- Yes, sir.

Get the fuck outta here.

I'm so sorry, Grace.

No. You're not.

I understand how you feel.

No, you don't.

You weren't trapped.

Not like us.

Could've walked away.

You still can.

I shouldn't have trusted any of you.

How in the name of bleeding Jesus

did this turn into Ruby Ridge?!

Tony Suferin was under my command.

I take full responsibility.

Yeah, you do that.

I'm gonna stick to whatever story

makes this mess go away.

Man, fuck all that.

I will not let this go away.

Our job is to prosecute criminals,

to remove dangerous men from society,

and it seems pretty clear to me

that Officer Suferin is one of them.

You wanna go after BPD again?

I don't wanna "go after" anybody.

I want an investigation. Due process.

Justice should work both ways.

We need to handle this delicately.

Oh, it can be delicate.

But we still gonna handle it.

You know, ever since that night,

all I wanted to do was
lay my hands on the kid.

Just hurt Anton the way he
hurt Siobhan, you know?

Then I got what I wanted.

Now I just feel like shit.

Why? You didn't kill him.

No, but he's still dead. It bothers me.

It should bother you too.

First time I ever used my gun...

on the job...

I was-I was working at a desk.

I was out in the field provisionally,

and I get called back to headquarters,

I'm assuming to get fired. Nope!

Agent in charge takes me to
Parker's for beer and oysters.

Ho Chi Minh and fucking Malcolm X

washed dishes in this
place, and here I am,

getting the royal fucking treatment

'cause I killed a bad guy.

Now, see that... that's
conditioned behavior.

You know there were Americans

in Hiroshima when we dropped the bomb?

POWs, navy pilots shot
down over the Pacific.

Killed 100,000 Japanese civilians,

but shame only crept in when
a dozen of our own died.

There's an Us, and there's a Them.

That's what this country is...
the whole fucking world, even.

Borders on a map, religions,
fucking football teams.

Us and Them.

Say it like it's a good thing.

No, it's not good, it's not bad,

it's just the way things are.

The price of hate.

Time to go, Ms. Campbell.

I didn't tell Kelvin about his brother.

I couldn't bring myself
to wake him up like that.

We unbreakable now, baby.

Ain't nothing left to break.

Come on, Ms. Campbell.

I'll take you home.

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