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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,

-Badcock. -[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?

[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