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Pulsing,�dramatic�music

Slow,�dark�music

Jennifer, it is great
to see the old place.

[laughs]

- [grunts]
- [Jenny] Son of a bitch!

- [Doyle] Jenny! Jenny!
- [Jenny] Get out!

[Victoria] I came looking
for clues to prove

that my father was with
Dominique the night she died.

You�find�anything?

An empty bottle
of 1963 Lafite Rothschild.

Dominique could've
never afforded that.

Hernando Mendoza was injured
working on the Big Dig for you.

- [Kelly] I think we're done.
- Don't you fucking touch me.

Don't�you�fucking�dare.

Dunleavy. You're not
getting away with this.

Fuck�you,�cocksucker.

[grunting]

You�need�to�wake�up.

You're not gonna absolve Boston
of its sin and vice.

And the only reason
you aspire to in the first place

is because it distracts you
from yourself.

Morning.

Guy Dan wants
to speak with us both.

- You know why?
- I just got here.

[footsteps�receding]

I'm telling you,
we're lucky working for a guy

like�Sinclair�Dryden.

When he was the S.A.C.
of the Boston Bureau...

Despite coming from
all this fucking money...

He never once pulled any
of that la-di-da shit with me.

He was the one that gave me
the go-ahead to bug

the seven Angiulo brothers
in the North End headquarters.

I couldn't fucking believe what
I was hearing over that wire.

They're bragging about wasting,
like, 20 Irish mobsters.

It's like I hit
the fucking lottery.

What happens when one of
the Angiulo brothers goes free?

Won't�they�come�after�you?

I�hear�the�Italians

have�a�long�and�lethal�memory.

You�step�out�of�a�restaurant,

burping�up�a�steak...

and�bang.

[laughs softly]
What, I scare you?

[Victoria]
I don't fucking believe you.

This�is�fucking�bullshit.

Oh.�Trouble�in�paradise.

[Victoria]
What are you talking about?

You know, you got a morbid
fucking imagination,

- Bad cock.
- [laughs]

- [Victoria] I can't believe you.
- [Sinclair] Victoria...

Three months?
I don't want to go to London

for�three�fucking�months.

Well, if you'd listened to me
and studied another language,

you�might�have�some�options.

At least in England you'll know
how to ask for a bathroom.

You don't have to send me
across the goddamn ocean

just because you're too guilty
to look me in the eye.

All right, look, Victoria...
[sighs]

Letitia and I both think that
Dominique was a lovely girl,

and we understand that her death
is difficult for you.

Studying abroad is gonna
give you some distance

from�the�pain�and�confusion.

Oh,�I'm�not�confused.

I understand
the situation perfectly.

- [sighs]
- If you try

to send me away,
I'll talk to the police.

About�what?�Me?

There's�nothing�to�say.

Yes,�there�is.

You were with Dominique
the night she OD'd.

[grunts]
Have you taken your medication?

Oh,�fuck�my�medication.

Jackie,�get�in�here.

[classical�music�playing]

Jackie will take you
to Logan this afternoon.

Wait,�today?

If you wish, I can have
the maid pack for you.

What?�No.�Fuck�you�both.

Fuck you for having other people
do your dirty work,

fuck your maids
and your security detail,

-fuck your Swedish exercise ball
-[shouts]

and�your�fucking�stupid�leotard.

Fuck you both,
forever and ever, amen!

"Speak�when�you're�angry,

and you'll make the best speech
you'll ever regret."

- Ambrose Bierce?
- No, a lot of people think that,

but�it's�Groucho�Marx,�actually.

Huh.

[playing�scales]

[exhales]
Hello, Dad.

How�are�you?

[keys�play�discordantly]

Was�that�so�hard?

What,�Ma?

Oh,�nothing.�I�was�just,�uh...

Talking to yourself.
You going crazy on me?

[both�laugh�softly]

Last dinner at home
before college.

I am gonna make you
all your favorites.

Lasagna.�Yeah,�and�garlic�bread.

Ma,�what's�going�on?

- You seem nervous.
- No, I'm not nervous.

You�know?�Excited.

Yeah, we're going
to New York City. Oh, yeah.

Where people ride
in a hole in the ground

New York, New York,
it's a wonderful town

[laughs]

Ma,�is�this�because�I'm�leaving?

Uh...

Yes�and�no.

Let's hear the "no" part.

[exhales]

Look, don't tell
your father, but, uh...

I�saw�my�dad.

- Holy shit.
- Yeah.

Being near him again,
I-I felt like my heart

was beating
right between my ears.

[chuckles]
It's happening again right now.

Um...

I had imagined that moment
for years.

And in my mind,
I always took the high road.

But Benny, I...
went crazy on him.

- What did you say?
- No, I didn't, I didn't.

I-I shoved him
and I hit him. I...

I�beat�up�an�old�man.

He�earned�it.

No,�but...

I-I wanted to be
better than him.

I just ended up proving
that I really was his daughter.

You�proved�you�were�human.

He's the monster.
You just reacted.

I'm so glad he never got
a chance to know you.

Ah, you're my safe place,
Benedetta.

My�one�true�thing.

Hey. You've probably heard
Millstein is retiring.

While I find his replacement,
I'll need

both of you to pick up
a couple of extra cases.

I'm assigning you
Curtis Whitaker.

You're new in town,
so I'm guessing

you're not familiar
with the case.

Twenty-eight, Black, accused of
murdering a policeman last year.

Duke Andrews, BPD.
Whitaker's on his second trial.

The first one ended
with a hung jury.

Oh,�I'm�sorry,�did�my�talking

get in the way
of you interrupting me?

I�want�Curtis�Whitaker.

Are you sure? I was gonna
give you the easy one.

I�don't�want�the�easy�one.

Fine.

Blair, you get
the dipstick from Southie

who drove off
with ten grand worth of lobster.

Millstein will bring
you both up to speed.

Remember, I need headlines
to boost my campaign

for�state�attorney�general.

So I want you two
to deliver guilty verdicts

efficiently�and�fast.

[Decourcy]
Hmm.

Ward,�a�moment?

True�or�false?

You carry a fucking gun
in your briefcase.

A�licensed�firearm,�yes.

Anton�Campbell�is�dead.

And�my�wife�and�I�are�alive.

I�intend�to�keep�us�that�way.

You know, they're gonna let you
into bars in London town.

You don't even got to sneak in
with a fake ID.

[pills�rattling]

- Sh...
- [Jackie sighs]

Whatever my dad told you,
whatever he tells you,

is�all�lies.

And because of him,
Dominique is... [inhales]

She�overdosed.

I confront him
and he makes me disappear

before I can find proof
that he's responsible.

I�mean,�you�know�I'm�right.

So�do�something.

- [knocking on door]
- Yeah.

Millstein.

Oh, you've come
in search of a file.

Curtis�Whitaker.

That�goddamn�case.

You�sure�you're�ready�for�this?

Why wouldn't I
be ready for this?

Well,�Whitaker's�a�boondoggle.

And�I�heard�you�lost�your�dad.

You know, five years ago,
I came back to work

the�day�after�my�Rosie�died.

Big�mistake.

We�all�need�to�know�our�grief.

I'm�A-okay.

Well, good luck
shoveling this shit.

You know, truth is, uh,
I didn't get a conviction

on the first trial
because the case

is a little fuzzy
around the edges.

Meanwhile, Curtis Whitaker
has been sitting in a cell

for�over�a�year.

Uh, you want me
to feel bad about that?

Yeah,�be�a�nice�fucking�change.

Yes, I'm calling again
to follow up on the status

of�the�Big�Dig�work�logs.

The�ones�I�subpoenaed.

The South Street location where
Hernando Mendoza was injured.

[door�opens]

Uh, w-wait. Could you
connect me to your supervisor?

- [sighs]
- [Decourcy] Siobhan?

- Hey.
- Uh...

Hey.

You better be extra sweet
to me. Mm.

The�Mendoza�case?

The stone wall around Needham
Industries is impenetrable.

Yeah, well, I'm handling
Curtis Whitaker's second trial,

so�I�expect�the�same.

Guy Dan, he's out there
gunning for a conviction.

Treating me and Blair
like-like we're just jousting

- on American Gladiators, so...
- Who's Whitaker's lawyer?

I don't know.
Some public defender.

- Hmm.
- Hmm.

Maybe�I�should�get�involved.

You�know,�I'm�starting�to�think

that you just like
seeing me in the courtroom.

Mm. Well, it is where
you wear your best suits.

[phone�ringing]

Thanks.

Hello.

Speaking.

What�about�Lulu?

What�happened?

I�understand.

Will�do.

[phone�beeps,�clatters]

[sighs]

My high school friend
Lulu Harris...

Uh, yeah, from your...
The-the basketball team, right?

She's�dead.

Car accident
down in South Carolina.

[scoffs]

She listed me as her
next of kin, which is bizarre.

I-I know her parents died
a little while ago

and she doesn't have
much family, but...

...we haven't spoken
in 15 years.

Did�you�guys�have�a�falling�out?

No,�we�just,�um...

...drifted.

[sighs]

- [knocking on door]
- [door opens]

Lady�Letitia.

Uh, just a friendly reminder
that Braddock here

will be saving you
from the bad guys

while I'm in New York City
tomorrow.

Whatever you need, Miss Dryden,
I'm your man.

By end of day,
you'll forget old Rohr exists.

[Jackie]
Well, I don't know about that.

I�mean,�as�annoying�as�I�may�be,

once I'm in your head,
I'm pretty hard to get out.

[Leticia]
Thank you, Greg.

She�wants�you�to�leave.

Oh.
[chuckles softly]

[laughs]

[Jackie] Ah, that novel about
the love affair on the bridge.

You're welcome to borrow
the book when I'm done.

Uh,�nah.�I'll�pass.

Not�the�romantic�type?

Romance is a crutch
used by people

that don't have anything
interesting to say.

Or is talking a crutch
used by people

who want to avoid
their feelings?

No,�talking�is�the�best,

especially when you're not
so big on listening.

[laughs]

So, why are you headed
to New York?

My daughter Benedetta,
she's a, uh, freshman at NYU.

Oh, are you taking
your spiffy BMW?

Oh,�not�enough�room.

My wife bought her
a whole new wardrobe,

plus bedding
and enough kitchen supplies

to�stock�the�Union�Oyster�House,

so my little girl will be
making her grand entrance

into Manhattan
in a 1985 minivan.

- I'd like to meet your family.
- Mm.

I'm sure your wife and I
have a lot in common.

[laughs�softly]

- [moans softly]
- [Jackie gasps]

Hurry�back.

[Jenny] Anything interesting
going on at the Drydens'?

I ask about your job, you look
like you need a getaway car.

So�why�you�asking?

I'm�making�conversation.

Jen.

If you want to accuse me
of something, accuse me.

God, what are you
talking about, accusing?

Uh... God, what's Dryden
got you doing?

What, burying bodies
at Tenean Beach?

"Tales of circus life
are highly demoralizing."

You know, Jackie, just once,
I'd like you to give me

a straight fucking answer
instead of pulling out

the goddamn book
of Bartlett's quotations.

How's�this?

Mind�your�own�fucking�business.

This is gonna be
a fun five hours.

The mistrial clearly proved
that the prosecution

didn't have sufficient evidence
to convince a jury.

Search every square inch
of Jamaica Plain.

There's nothing tying me
to the death of Officer Andrews.

- No gun, no history.
- Nothing but the testimonies

of�a�couple�lying�cops.

And�a�witness.

That witness,
in the first lineup,

couldn't�identify�Curtis.

Then, in the second lineup,
suddenly could.

[Whitaker]
Read the case file.

The�man�kept�changing�his�story.

First�he�said�that�I�had�a�gun,

then he said
I grabbed Andrews' gun.

In any case, I wasn't anywhere
near that corner on that night.

I read the file,
and the trial transcript.

You�have�no�alibi.

Me and the wife
had a disagreement.

I went for a walk to cool off.
Is that a crime?

Do you often need "to cool off"?

That other prosecutor stood up
and told a room full of people

I killed a cop
for a street trophy.

I don't do that kind
of shit, Mr. Ward.

- You gonna say that I do?
- Look,

I won't build a case
around a theory.

[Whitaker] But you're gonna
build a case, though.

Man,�I-I�got�a�wife�and�a�baby.

I've only held my boy twice,
locked up in here.

He�needs�his�dad.

So tell me, why didn't you
cross-examine the witness?

The sole civilian
who IDed your client?

I mean, he appeared
without notice.

My�motions�for�a�continuance

and to preclude his testimony
was denied. I...

I-I was concerned
that cross-examination

without preparation
could backfire.

And from your investigation
into the two officers

who made the arrest,
Officers Plunkett and Knoche,

is there anything there
I should follow up on?

Look, at the first trial,
my limited energies

were�focused�on�proving�Curtis

was an upstanding citizen
without a motive.

So-so, there's no investigation
into the officers.

Three character witnesses?
That's your defense?

That's�your�defense?

[Whitaker]
Those cops are dirty.

- Says who?
- The streets.

Please,�man,�ask�around.

I'm going to examine
the evidence.

That's�what�I'm�here�to�do.

You�have�a�beautiful�kid.

Yo!

[door�buzzes]

[Platte]
Hey. Hey!

Hey, hey, hey,
what's with the interrogation?

Huh? You want
an innocent man to think

I'm the reason
he's stuck in this hole

with nothing
but a wallet-sized photo?

Honestly? If I try this case,
I don't want the thing reversed

on ineffective assistance
of counsel.

You know, in the year since
I've been handed this case,

I've been handed
184 felony cases,

and I don't even have
one fucking paralegal.

I'm lucky I remember
the man's name.

Driving here,
I kept thinking of Lulu

and�how�inseparable�you�were.

- You doing all right?
- [sighs]

My client Hernando Mendoza
is lying in a hospital

and here I am,
obsessing over the dead

while�the�living�suffer.

Well, I understand.
Lulu's death was a shock.

I'm�not�shocked.

I'm�trying�to�guess�what�flowers

or�what�dress,

what type of wood she would've
chosen for her casket.

What... Did she want
to be buried or cremated?

Or shot into space?
I have no idea

because I don't know
who she is... was... anymore.

Lulu�loved�you.

She wouldn't have
wanted you to stress.

- You don't know that.
- Uh...

You're just saying
the things that people say.

Uh,�Siobhan,�I'm�here�to�help.

Put�me�to�work.�Okay?

I've buried a few people
in my time.

I've already, uh,
arranged for the...

body�to�be�flown�up�to�Boston.

Okay,�good.

I'll have Cole's Funeral Home
at Logan,

pick�up�the�casket.

She should be buried
with her parents, right?

- Mm-hmm.
- They're at Forest Hills.

Right. I'll take care
of that, too.

You�get�back�to�work.

[receding�footsteps]

We've been here
ten minutes and already

you're�stinking�up�the�place.

Put that out, you know,
make yourself useful.

What? Footing the bill
ain't enough?

Jesus, you're in a mood
these days.

Something�you're�not�telling�me?

Uh,�Mom,�Dad?

There's�a�couple�of�people

I wanted you
to meet really quick.

[Faust]
Mr. and Mrs. Rohr,

my parents
Barbara and Gus Aquino.

Oh, hi... hi, I'm Jenny.
Good to meet you, hi.

- Hi, and this is Jackie.
- [Rus] Uh, Faust says

you're�an�FBI�agent.

Retired.

Bet you have a bunch
of great stories to tell.

[inhales] I'm gonna
feed the parking meter.

Pardon�me.

Ah.

- So, how was your drive down?
- [Barbara] Oof...

Sorry�to�drop�in�unannounced.

It's�no�problem.�Have�a�seat.

Get�you�a�beer?�Tonic?

Ah,�no,�thank�you.

In�case�you�were�being�polite.

[exhales]�What's�going�on,�Dee?

All�right,�so,�look,�y...

[clears�throat]

You, um, you-you remember
Duke Andrews, yeah?

The cop who was shot
in JP last year?

Well, we, uh,
we went to his funeral.

Andrews' murder was pinned
on a man named Curtis Whitaker.

There's no evidence,
just two blue fingers

pointed�back�at�him,�right?

Now, the cops,
Gary Plunkett, Randy Knoche,

I-I�hear�they're�dirty.

Now, I-I was, I was hoping
you'd look into them for me.

You want me to spy
on other cops.

Possibly�testify�against�them?

It's�no�small�favor,�I�know.

Oh...
[exhales]

We-we just buried Russ Wallace
for being too honest.

And Chris is a few days away
from testifying

against Tony Suferin
for killing Anton Campbell.

Look, plenty of days,
you and I both

put up with the corruption
in this town

either out of self-preservation
or exhaustion,

but there's got to be
some mornings

you just wake up
and say, "Enough."

If a guy like you won't
tell the truth, who will?

[exhales]

I-I,�uh...

I-I can't make a career
busting other cops.

I mean, there's already
enough guys who want me dead.

[exhales]

I'll�find�another�way.

[sighs]

[can�pops�open]

[indistinct�chatter]

- That's everything.
- Let me carry that for you.

- No, but thanks.
- Where's the Mace I gave you?

In�my�room.

Well, that was
your first mistake.

Dad,�please�don't�spoil�today.

Spoil?

You know,
when I went off to college,

I�walked�out�of�a�cold�house

with nothing but a backpack
on my shoulder.

My shithead father
was who-knows-where

and my ma was passed out
on the fucking couch

and I didn't want
to wait for him to get home,

'cause�fuck�him,

and I didn't want to wake
her up, 'cause fuck her.

So�off�I�went.

And�guess�what?

I'm�not�gonna�tell�you�goodbye

and I'm not gonna tell you
how incredible you are

or that you're the wind
beneath my fucking wings.

You want to hear
that kind of shit, just...

go up there
and find your mother.

I�love�you,�Dad.

[Benedetta�sniffles]

Free�condom?

Yes.�Thank�you.

[sniffles]

I'm�really�sorry,�Mr.�Rohr,

but there's really
no right answer there.

'Cause�if�I�take�it,

you'd think I have intentions
with your daughter,

and if I don't take it,
you think I'm irresponsible...

- Hey, Faust.
- Yeah.

How�about�you�shut�the�fuck�up?

Yes, sir.
Shutting the fuck up, yeah.

- When you were a baby...
- Mm-hmm.

...you�choked�on�a�cherry.

[laughs]
And I-I put your head down,

I smacked you
on your back and...

thank God,
it came out, okay? But...

I mean, w-what was I thinking,
giving you a cherry?

- You were too little.
- Ma, look.

No�cherry.�I�survived.

- Thanks to you.
- Nah. [Stammers]

Luck�is�what�saved�you.

Yeah.�Not�me.

Not�my�maternal�instinct.

That's why you're here today,
it's luck.

Yeah,�me,�you�and�everyone�else.

[stammers]

[sighs]

You know, I used to fantasize
about what I'd do,

you know,
who I'd-I'd turn out to be.

[laughs]

You know, maybe having
some control over my life,

instead of feeling like
shit just kept

piling�up�on�top�of�me.

But�you�can�take�control.

Be�whatever�you�want�to�be.

In a way, that kind of
makes me feel like,

you�know,�I�succeeded.

[both�laugh�softly]

Okay, I got to rip
the Band-Aid off.

- Okay.
- Come on, kiddo.

- Here we go.
- [groans]

Uh,�okay,�okay.

[exhales]
Study hard.

Hug�Faust.

Go�to�your�NA�meetings.

And just know that you are
a total badass.

Okay? And, for fuck's sake,
Benny, have some fun.

- For me, okay?
- Yeah.

- [chuckles]
- Oh...

[laughs�softly]

I'm gonna have to take you out
for a lobster dinner.

[both�laugh]

Ward. Where's my Whitaker
conviction?

Millstein gets a year
and I get a day?

Blair already got a confession
out of the lobster bandit.

Well, of course.
You said that was the easy one.

Reverend Hughes,
thank you for coming.

- I know you're a busy man.
- How's Siobhan?

Oh, she's great, thank you.
Please, have a seat.

Reverend, I'm taking on
the Curtis Whitaker case.

- I need your help.
- That poor family.

Yeah,�between�you�and�me,

I suspect that he was
wrongfully charged.

But I need to understand
the circumstances

surrounding the death
of Officer Andrews.

They say you shouldn't
speak ill of the dead.

But in the case of Duke Andrews,
I'll make an exception.

He terrorized my neighborhood
to the point where he and I,

well, sometimes even a man
of God has to do some smiting.

What,�you�fought?

He�fought�with�everyone.

Would you be willing to sign
a statement to that effect?

Give�me�a�pen.

Did Curtis have any reason
to kill Andrews?

As far as I know,
the two never met.

All�right.

The-the two officers
that arrested Curtis,

what�can�you�tell�me�about�them?

Plunkett�and�Knoche?

They pop up
every once in a while,

bust some heads of some pushers
and leave.

It's like they're trying
to win some merit badges.

Hmm.

[chuckles]
Caysen.

Chris�fucking�Caysen.

- Cody.
- Fuck you, you son of a bitch,

how do you look exactly the same
as you did in the academy?

- Right back at you.
- Yeah. Yeah, okay.

So, what brings you
to my happy little home?

Gary Plunkett, Randy Knoche,
they work here with you, right?

Yeah,�they�do,�sad�to�say.

What do you want
with those dickheads?

- [knocking on door]
- Yeah.

Ah, I'm glad I caught you
before you went home.

You did what I asked,
didn't you?

According to a highly
reliable source,

Plunkett and Knoche
are the worst kind of cops.

The two of them brag
about altered warrants,

false�affidavits,�extortion.

Any details on mishandling
the Whitaker case?

No,�but�plenty�of�other�shit

should disqualify
their testimony.

- Who's your source?
- A cop in their unit.

- Good cop.
- He or she willing to testify?

Well,�no,�he�wouldn't.

Huh. Maybe he isn't
such a good cop, then.

- I'll find someone who'll talk.
- Yep.

Hey,�Chris.

I�appreciate�you.

[sighs]

- Hey.
- Hey.

How�you�doing?

Oh, my whole day's been
consumed by...

- [mutters]
- By what?

Nothing.

Consumed�by�nothing?

After what you just went
through, losing your father,

I'm�not�gonna�burden�you.

Oh,�come�on.�Burden�me,�please.

[laughs�softly]

Mm... You don't talk
about your father.

He dies and I don't
even see you cry.

I'm not gonna sit here
and blubber

about someone that I knew
once upon a time.

Is there a rule book
on who can cry and when?

[sighs]
When I was little,

I loved peach Yoplait.
[chuckles]

Eventually, my tastes changed,
but my mother

kept stocking the fridge
with that same yogurt,

year�after�year.

- She still does.
- Right, yeah, uh,

uh,�I�love�you,�baby,�but,�uh,

what the hell
are we talking about now?

The�funeral�arrangements.

I'm afraid that every choice
I make is Lulu's peach yogurt.

Something�she�used�to�like.

Uh... Yeah, but...

There's�love�in�the�trying.

Mm.

[sighs]
Four months after shooting,

we're still getting
medical bills.

Dark,�somber�music

- [clears throat]
- [zips up pants]

[toilet�flushes]

[phone�ringing]

Rohr�here.

Deegan,�you�slimy�piece�of�shit.

What'd�I�do�this�time?

Huh?

Oh,�you're�fucking�kidding�me.

You couldn't let
a sleeping dog lie, huh?

You had to wake him up,
shake his tail.

Now he's back,
all teeth and slobber.

I thought we agreed that you
weren't gonna call your father.

No,�you�agreed.

And you forgot to consult
with me, as usual.

I just got off the phone
with a dickwad lawyer.

Daddy Dearest is hitting you
with an assault charge.

Did�you�assault�him?

Yes.

Fuck!�You�see?

This is why I told you
not to see him.

'Cause I knew
this was gonna happen.

Oh, yeah, you knew
I was gonna attack my father?

Wow,�I�didn't�even�know�that.

Well, I know you
better than you think.

I know you better
than you know yourself.

You don't know
anyone but yourself.

He�was�gone�from�your�life,�Jen!

So, again, you're welcome,
for 20-plus years of peace

that you just drop-kicked
out the fucking window.

Oh, yeah, life-life has been
real peaceful.

What�the�fuck�compelled�you

to invite that scumbag
into our home?

I...

I�didn't�invite�him.�I...

Oh,�he�just�showed�up?

Okay,�I...

I�confided�in�a�friend.

That�bitch...�Sue�Stanton.

No.

Don't�tell�me.

The walking penis
in a clerical collar?

This�isn't�about�Father�Doyle.

He�was�trying�to�help.

Fuck!

I�told�you�to�keep�your�distance

from�that�mick�piece�of�shit.

You want me to keep
my distance from everyone!

Do�nothing,�confront�nothing.

I'm�not�your�fucking�princess

you can keep locked up
in a tower!

I can't believe
I thought this house

would be too quiet
with Benny gone.

"Quiet"?�You�want�fucking�quiet?

- Yeah, I want fucking quiet!
- Here's your quiet!

Enjoy!

[door�opens]

[door�closes]

Hey, Braddock.
Cover for me today, will ya?

Got�some�shit�I�got�to�do.

Later.

[clears�throat]

So they finally kicked your ass
out of the priesthood, huh?

How do you know
where I'm staying?

Divine�intervention.

Wait,�wait,�Father,�Father.

I genuinely need
a piece of advice.

How do I get a nosy greenie to
mind his own fucking business?

Get out of his face,
he'll do likewise.

You know,
I'm actually getting tired

of hearing myself say this,
which is odd,

seeing as I love
the sweet sound of my own voice.

But�stay�the�fuck

away�from�my�wife.

Jenny would rather talk to me
than to you and that's my fault?

"Pride�goes�before�destruction

and a haughty spirit
before a fall."

You can thump your Bible
all you want.

You're not the first to suggest
that I'm going to Hell.

But let me offer you
a piece of advice.

You should worry less
about my final destination,

and more
about what I might do to you

on�the�way�down.

And I already broke
your fucking thumb. Next time...

You broke my thumb, Rohr, 'cause
you caught me by surprise.

I assure you,
that will not happen again.

Oh, you're gonna act
the tough guy now, huh?

I'm�not�acting.�Not�anymore.

You�forget�where�I�come�from.

I grew up in a neighborhood
far worse than yours.

Once again,
stay away from my wife

or the next time,
I wait inside your apartment,

and�I�break�your�fucking�spine.

Peace�be�with�you.

[quiet�chatter]

Contemplative�music

[Siobhan]
Decourcy?

You�mind�if�I�take�a�walk?

Catch�up�with�you�later?

Not�at�all,�babe.�Go�ahead.

[birds�chirping]

[exhales]

Once�I�get�these�clothes�off,

this�whole�sad�pageant

can officially be
in the rearview.

Sad,�but�lovely.

[clears throat]
You did right by Lulu.

[chuckles]
We did.

I hoped
once she was put to rest,

you'd�be�okay.

Are�you?

[exhales]

Hmm.

I'm�worried�about�Decourcy.

He'd rather roam around
a cemetery than talk to me

about�his�dad,�which�of�course,

reminds�me�of�when�Dad�died.

And...

[sighs]

I�just�need�a�minute.

[door�bells�jingling]

Hey,�Milani!

Got�a�collar�for�you.

Priest�stealing�parish�funds.

A�bad�priest?�Impossible.

Oh,�look�who's�a�comedian�now.

You know what I mean.
Come tell me when a priest

didn't�fuck�over�the�Church.

That�would�be�worth�my�time.

Just 'cause something happens
a lot, like a bad priest,

that don't mean that
that ain't a crime.

And just 'cause you don't feel
like doing your job,

that don't mean that I won't
make sure that you do.

Now I don't know
what they do with thieves

in whatever-the-fuck country
it is that you come from,

but this is America.
We punish people here.

- I was born in Somerville.
- Prove it.

Going�up�against�God.

This priest must've done
a really nasty to you.

You�gonna�tell�me�what?

His�super-ego�irritates�my�id.

Fuck.

- [knocking]
- Come in.

[clears�throat]

- Minute's up.
- [Siobhan chuckles]

Sorry,�I�thought�I�was...

long�past�mourning�Dad.

[exhales]

Siobhan,
this isn't about your father.

It�isn't�even�about�Decourcy.

You're willing to talk
about anything else except Lulu.

Which is obviously
front and center.

So�what's�going�on?

Um,�I�got�a�letter�from�her.

A�goodbye.

What'd she say
that upset you so much?

I'm not sure telling you
is fair to Lulu.

Siobhan.

You�two�were�so�tight.

And�then�one�day,

you�stopped�hanging�out.

You�said�it�was�because

she�made�fun�of�how�you�dressed?

I...

I just assumed
it was something else.

[exhales]

The�letter�was,�um...

She,�uh...

Her�car�wreck�wasn't...

[breathing�heavily]

She�wrote�a�suicide�note.

"I can't stop thinking
about that terrible night."

What�night?

We were at a party
after a basketball game.

We�got�drunk.

Lulu�was�driving�us�home,�badly.

She was swerving
all over the place.

Too�fast.

The�car�slammed�into�a�man.

A�guy...

walking�his�dog.

Mom,�we�just...

we�just�kept�driving.

The next day there was
a story in the news

about�a�hit�and�run.

And�his�name�was�Taylor�Malcolm.

Married,�two�kids,

worked�at�The�Pru.

That's why Lulu and I
stopped being friends.

The-the sight of each other
just made us sick with regret.

- Why didn't you tell me?
- Because I knew

you'd force me
to go to the police.

Yeah, you're damn right
I would've!

I�wasn't�driving.

[stammers]
And?

And�I'd�like�to�think�if�I�was,

I would've turned myself in,
but...

nothing was going
to change the...

damage�done�to�that�man.

Why�ruin�Lulu's�life,�too?

I know what you're thinking.
If I had spoken up,

maybe Lulu would be alive
right now.

No, what I'm thinking is
that you were party to a crime

that haunted Lulu so deeply
she killed herself.

And�you,�you�just...

- You just... What?
- Go ahead, finish your thought.

Lulu�became�suicidal�and�I...

I...

[chuckles]
I pushed the guilt away.

- You pushed the guilt away?
- Mm-hmm.

You�pushed�it�away�for�years.

How�do�you�do�that,�Siobhan?

How�did�you�do�that?

How did you not tell me?
How did I not know?

- Oh, so this is about you?
- No, this is about you.

This�is�all�about�you.�How...

I don't need
your shit right now.

No matter how bad
you want me to feel,

trust�me,

I�feel�much�worse.

What�happened�to�Taylor�Malcolm?

He was paralyzed
from the neck down.

God, just hearing you say
his name makes me want to die.

I�don't�blame�Lulu�for...

Okay, no, no, no, stop,
just, okay, stop.

It's�okay,�okay.

Okay,�stop.

[Siobhan�shuddering]

Okay, listen to me,
listen to me.

You�can�face�it.

I�need�to�find�Taylor�Malcolm.

[siren�wailing]

What kind of man makes his wife
pick him up from work?

Jesus�Christ.

I�don't�know.

[Rick]
Maggie, remember me?

Rick�Dunleavy.

You need to ditch
this loser here.

You�can�forget�any�vows�he�made.

- He won't keep 'em.
- [Chris] Hey, Rick?

Why don't you and your
fucking smirk take a walk?

- [horn honks]
- What?

You're�gonna�fight�him�again?

Just�get�in�the�goddamn�car.

[Rick]
Your owner's calling you.

[blows�air]

- [Maggie]
- It's not fucking worth it.

[Chris]
Just fucking drive.

- [engine starts]
- Just fucking drive.

- He's...
- Just fucking drive.

He's�not�worth�your�time.

Well',�here's�that�list

of local clinics
you were asking about.

- Oh, thanks.
- Okay.

Hey,�Dermo.

[Doyle]
Hey.

Hey,�are�you�angry�at�me?

What,�at�you?�Never.

It's�been�a�rare�week.

Did you get the results
from your HIV test yet?

Negative,

- I'm happy to say.
- Oh.

Um...

how's�life�in�Quincy�these�days?

[Jenny]
Well, uh... [chuckles]

...uh, my father's charging me
with assault.

Yeah,�Jackie's�furious.

Oh.

Now�I�understand.

Understand�what?

[sighs]
This is all due to my meddling.

Look, I established a fairly
good rapport with your da.

You�want�me�to�talk�to�him?

See if I can get him
to drop the lawsuit?

Oh, you know, I couldn't
ask you to do that.

No,�I'd�be�happy�to.

Only I'm not sure
your husband would approve.

He�paid�me�a�visit.

Yelling about me
talking with you.

And�then,�uh...

Jackie�threatened�me.

Oh,�my�God,�I�am�so�sorry.

I�mean,�he...

He's been really, uh, on edge
these last few days.

Then an FBI agent came
to see me.

What?�Why?

Jackie's�accused�me

of pilfering donations
made to the parish.

Well, for Jackie,
lying's just like breathing.

You�know,�it�comes�naturally.

Uh... there's no truth
to that though, right?

The�money�he's�talking�about

was�in�the�pastor's�slush�fund.

And�Father�Bender,

he drinks a bit,
so then I put him in rehab.

I wasn't public
about what I did,

in order to save
the old fella's reputation.

I wanted you to know
the truth, though.

Father Bender's fine now,
by the way.

Look, you know what?
Please, let me talk to Jackie.

No,�actually,�please�don't.

As I said, he's already
raging that I've defied

his�orders�to�stay�clear�of�you.

Yeah, well,
that's even more reason

for�you�and�me�to�be�friends.

[chuckles]

You�are�quite�a�gal,�Jenny.

That gobshite
doesn't deserve you.

[knocking]

[Letitia]
No, I don't think so.

Listen,�I'll�call�you�later.

Someone's knocking.
He looks suspicious.

A�gift

from�New�York,�New�York.

Lincoln�Steffens.

I�read�him�in�high�school.

Or�tried�to,�anyway.

- Bit pompous...
- [Sinclair] And this is my...

- for my tastes.
- My fun room.

It's�where�all�the�fun�happens.

Oh,�excuse�us.

Uh,�Bette,

this�is�my�wife�Letitia

and Jackie Rohr,
our head of security.

[Bette] Lovely to meet you both.
[chuckles]

Mrs. Dryden,
your home is gorgeous.

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

[Sinclair] Bette wants
to work for the Bureau

when she graduates.
She comes seeking advice.

Advice�from�this�guy?

Who�better?

Well, this guy here could
tell you a thing or two.

But I need his help
with something.

If�you'll�excuse�us.

Certainly.

Enjoy.

You�look

like�a�Burgundy�gal.

- [laughs]
- Yeah?

- Sure.
- Okay.

You know, Letitia,
that-that girl...

I'm glad my husband has a shiny
object to keep him occupied.

Suspenseful�music

Before�you�left�for�New�York,

we�were�in�the�middle

of�something.

[exhales]

[sighs]

He�died�this�year.

I�wonder�if�Lulu�found�out.

That's�why�she�did�what�she�did.

Taylor's�family�should�know

what�I�did.

Why?�So�that...

they�can�attach�a�name

to the person
they've hated all these years?

Stirring up that grief
might help you feel better,

but�it's�not�gonna�help�them.

Then�what�should�I�do?

Find�a�way�to�forgive�yourself.

Let your husband know
what's going on.

Mm.�No.�I�can't.

He's�got�his�own�problems.

Well, that's even more reason
to talk to him.

You two have a bond,
not just love,

but...�sorrow�and�loss.

Lean�on�each�other.

[clears�throat]

Hey, so I'm watching
the-the midnight movie

the other night,
and there's this old flick on,

The Informer, about an Irish
guy who rats on a friend.

All�kind�of�shit�hits�the�fan.

Until the informer
ends up getting shot

by his other friends,
his former friends.

The movie ends with him dying
on the floor of a church.

Begging�for�forgiveness.

Cautionary�tale.

Am�I�right?

Or�am�I�right,�huh?

Tense�music

[indistinct�chatter]

So your husband's aware
of what you're up to in here?

Are you afraid
of losing your job?

[laughs]
Forgive me for being curious.

[Leticia�chuckles]

Sinclair and I keep
each other satisfied.

Sometimes that means giving
one another privacy.

Okay, so you're aware
of what he's up to?

I'm�not�an�idiot,�Jackie,

if�that's�what�you're�asking.

I'm�asking

if�you�knew�that�he�had�sex

with one
of his daughter's friends?

You�were�poor�growing�up.

Right?

A�job�working�private�security

doesn't say "old money" to you?

Well...

when I was little,
I was one of six kids

and�we�were�always�poor

and�always�hungry.

Some nights, my parents
would go out to dinner.

Leave�us�in�the�car.

Come back
with a few slices of bread

and�a�couple�ketchup�packets.

When�I�married�into�this�family,

I got caviar
served to me on a yacht.

A�giant�rock�on�my�finger.

Do I look
the other way sometimes?

Yes.

I�pay�my�rent�with�silence

and�low-cut�tops.

Nothing's�free�in�this�life,

especially�for�the�needy.

"And the rich people
had all the money,

and�all�the�chance�to�make�more.

They had all the knowledge
and all the power,

and�so�the�poor�man�was�down,

"and�he�had�to�stay�down."

- You know who said that?
- No, and I don't care.

You don't have to keep reminding
me that you read books.

Trading your emotional comfort
for physical comforts.

I'm not sure you got
the best end of that deal.

I'm�not�uncomfortable.

[Jackie�sighs]

But we're not just talking
about infidelity here.

I�mean,�Dominique�Zanghi,�she...

Overdosed�alone.

Did a broken heart
send her spiraling?

Maybe.

Hardly makes her death
Sinclair's fault.

Stop�listening�to�rumors�or...

Victoria's�rabid�imagination.

But that's not exactly the sound
of silence I'm hearing.

There's�some�complicity�there.

None of Sinclair's lovers have
ever complained about him.

And not everything
needs investigating.

You don't work
for the FBI anymore.

You�work�for�us.

[both�laugh]

- [both moan]
- [thunder rumbles]

Gentle�music

- Tense music
-[Rick] Come back here,

you�piece�of�shit.

- [panting]
- Stop, you motherfucker!

[clattering]

Where�you�going?

Come�on,�you�fucker.

Oh,�you�fucking�motherfucker.

Goddamn�it.

[both�panting]

[Rick]
Stop!

Stop,�you�little�asshole!

[panting]

Harry.�Harry.

- We had an agreement.
- I know, I know.

And you ain't doing
your fucking part.

All�right,�Dunleavy,�all�right.

I�want�my�share�of�the�money.

All�right,�all�right.�All�right.

All right, all right,
I got your money.

Jesus.

Yeah,�I�got�it�in�here,�take�it.

Take�it.�Take�it.

- The drugs, too.
- I-I don't got the drugs.

- I don't have the drugs.
- Huh? Oh, you don't, do you?

- I don't, I don't.
- Huh? [Grunts]

Oh.�What's�this�in�here,�huh?

What's�this�in�here?

[laughs]�Yeah,�what's�this?

Your fucking nana's
baking powder?

You stick to our deal or
I swear to Christ on the cross,

I'll�put�you�away�forever.

All�right,�Dunleavy,�all�right.

Oh,�shit.

[panting]

[gunshots]

[gurgling]

[sighs]

Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, hey. Hey, hey.

[whispers]
Hey, hey.

There�we�go.

Suspenseful�music

[host on TV] So you and
your wife met while skiing.

[man]
That's right.

- And we shared...
- [knocking on door]

- ...a chair lift.
- [host] How romantic.

[man]
As we got off, I accidentally

- knocked her down.
- [mutters]

[host] I'd like
to rescind my statement.

[laughter�on�TV]

Rollins, Gutierrez, what are
you boys doing out here?

Hey,�Chris.�Can�we�come�in?

What's�this�about?

Rick�Dunleavy�was�shot.

He's�dead.

We need to ask you
a few questions.

[woman over radio]
That was "Summertime"

sung�by�Ella�and�Louis.

Now we give Louis
a moment in the spotlight

with "I'm a Ding Dong Daddy
from Dumas."

[Louis Armstrong's "I'm a Ding
Dong Daddy from Dumas" playing]

[footsteps�approaching]

Can�we�talk?

This-this is
my father's favorite song.

[crying�softly]

I'm a ding dong daddy from Dumas

And you ought to see me
do my stuff

I'm a clean-cut fella
from Horner's

Oh, you ought to see me strut

Oh, eble, able, oble, bugle

And I done forgot the words
[mumbles]

Ding�dong�daddy�from�Dumas

Ought�to�see�me�do�my�stuff

Ding�dong�dong�dong

Ding�dong�daddy�from�Dumas

[scatting]

And ought to see me do my stuff

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