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pulsing, dramatic music

dark, atmospheric music

I want you
to deliver that for me.

Bette Williams.

She's a fine young woman,
very reasonable.

Being paid off, it won't
make up for what happened.

Oh, it'll come close.

Stay away from my wife,

or the next time I wait
inside your apartment

and I break your fucking spine.

I have no further comment.

You can throw me out.
I'm not gonna go away.

You know, before Louie left,

he suggested going to therapy.

Anything to make the noise stop.

You know her?

[bartender]
She's still on the clock,

if you know what I mean.

You fuck me over again,

I'll hammer the final nail
in your coffin.

Fair enough.

[siren wailing]

[EMT] GSW to upper
left thigh after reports

of multiple shots fired
at 9:30 p.m.

Stable condition,
but decreasing BP.

[Jackie]
Hey, what are you doing?

I paid a lot of money
for these clothes.

You gonna charge me $2,000

just for using
those fucking scissors.

BP 100/55.

I want that fucking watch back.

Pulse 100. Mr. Rohr?

- Do you remember what happened?
- Yes.

I fucking remember
what happened.

I'm telling you, Bette is gone.

- Gone where?
- We don't know.

Bette told us
about Sinclair Dryden.

About the drugs and the rape.

Her mother and me's
worried sick.

All right, well,
if you hear from her, have her

- give me a call, all right?
- Mm-hmm.

- Ready?
- [Jackie grunts]

[Jackie]
Fuck are you doing back there?

- You feel this?
- Ah, yeah.

[Boyd]
Wiggle your toes for me.

[vehicle approaching]

[tires screech]

- [gunshots]
- [Jackie grunting]

Oh!

- [grunts] I'm hit!
- Get in!

Fuck you, Angiulo!

[tires screech]

Fuck you! I know you!

[grunting]

[Boyd]
The good news is,

the bullet went straight
through your thigh

and only nicked
the femoral vein.

The bad news,
you're gonna need surgery.

I've never been afraid to-to die

'cause I always thought
that I would see death coming.

But-but if I'm under anesthesia,
how am I gonna know?

Either you'll wake up
or you won't.

Angela Hicks?

- Hi.
- Do I know you?

I'm Decourcy Ward.
I'm a Suffolk County A.D.A.

Been calling you,
leaving a few messages.

I... I'd like to ask you
about Sinclair Dryden.

Wait.

We pulled your name
from a list of five women

who applied for a college
scholarship from his foundation.

That part of my life is over.

Look, do you know
any of the others?

Irina Zhevakin,
Bette Williams, uh,

- Dominique Zanghi, Lucy Chan?
- No.

Ms.-Ms. Hicks,
we have reason to believe

that several of these women
were sexually assaulted

- by Dryden.
- If you pull me back,

I'll fall apart.

I'm engaged to be married
in the spring,

I quit college,
I got a good job here.

All the muddy waters are clean,
Mr. Ward.

And they're gonna stay clean.

[elevator bell dings]

[indistinct P.A. announcement]

Jesus, Jackie,
what the fuck happened?

I was quick, the Angiulo
Brothers were quicker.

What, the Angiulo Brothers?
I mean, are you sure?

I mean, aren't-aren't they
in prison?

I put 'em behind bars.

It's not my job
to keep them there.

What-- so, what, they escaped?

Yeah, I-I don't know...

Hey, do you know
where my phone is?

Somebody took my fucking phone.
I need to make some calls.

I need to find
these fucking guys.

Okay, yeah, I'll look,
I'll look into it.

- All right.
- Ma'am, here's his necklace.

Oh, thank you.

You know, in the car,
I was thinking, you know,

God, what was the last thing
I said to you this morning?

Uh, it was something like,
"Go fuck yourself."

No, I'm-I'm

behind the wheel, okay,
knee-deep in tears,

and what comes over the radio?

Otis Redding.

Singing
"Try a Little Tenderness."

Jesus, Jackie.

I wish to God we weren't
always giving each other

so much shit.

Smooth seas never made
a good sailor, Jen.

Maybe love's the same way.

[woman] [on P.A.] Nurse Daniels,
please dial the operator.

We have to take him.

The waiting room's
around the corner.

Oh, uh, two more minutes?

- I just got here.
- The OR's ready for him.

- [Jenny] Are you gonna be okay?
- Yeah.

It's all right, sweetheart.
I'm all right, I'm okay.

- I can walk with you, though.
- Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Ju-Just find me
my goddamn phone.

Oh... yeah.

[indistinct P.A. announcement]

Footage of the bombing,
which destroyed a Brookline

abortion clinic
and took two lives,

was released today by
the Boston Police Department.

[alarm ringing]

A quiet street is suddenly
turned into a warzone.

The alleged bomber
Wesley Hartman

surrendered without incident
to authorities.

Hartman's motive
remains unclear.

- [knocking]
- You wanted to see me?

Yeah, sit.

I'm five points
down in the polls.

How's that possible?

My opponent is
practically brain-dead.

- Drink?
- Yeah.

[liquid pouring]

That why you called me in,
for a drink?

What's the occasion?

I never thought you were guilty
of murdering Dunleavy.

Really?

How come this is the first
I'm hearing that?

I don't mean
you're not capable of murder.

But only if justified.

You rank high on the moral
Richter scale, so tell me,

if someone wants to stop the
killing of babies in the womb,

does he have the right to blow
up the doctors who perform

- those operations?
- No, of course not.

You believe that even as
a cross-your-heart Catholic?

We're talking about
the abortion clinic bombing.

We are.

Hello, Sergeant.

- Blair Chavez.
- Chris Caysen.

I want you to work with Blair
and win this case.

Bury that fuck Hartman.

Will do.

[elevator bell dings]

[indistinct chatter]

high-pitched ringing

[elevator bell dings]

[indistinct P.A. announcement]

dramatic music

[indistinct P.A. announcement]

[Robinson]
Siobhan,

sometimes the cultural reality
for women,

African-American women
especially,

is this misconception
that we have

to keep our feelings in check.

At all costs,
we have to keep going.

Is that wrong?

Absolutes don't leave room
for gray areas.

And most of life falls
into gray areas.

What's your relationship with
your husband like these days?

Decourcy and I? Um...

We're the couple
that gets shit done.

Stopping's never really been
our style.

Like Satchel Paige said,
"Don't look back.

Someone might be gaining
on you."

More often than not,
what's gaining on you

is unresolved trauma.

Why don't we unwrap
some of your pain?

Put words to your feelings.

[inhales deeply]

[exhales]
I lost my baby.

Decourcy and I worked hard
to get to a point

where we could agree
to even having a child.

And just like that...

our baby's snatched away
from us.

How am I supposed to bounce
back from being shot

or losing my baby
or my friend Lulu?

Do you want to talk
about being shot?

No.

How about Lulu?

She's dead.

Whatever needed to be said,
she took with her.

[indistinct P.A. announcement]

- Hi.
- Oh, hey.

Benny.

Oh, God.

[sighs]

I came here as soon as I could.
How's Dad?

Uh, he's still
in the operating room.

- Here, let me get... Oh, God!
- Yeah. [chuckles]

What do you have
in here, bricks?

Textbooks.

I hit the books
on the train here.

And I'm hitting 'em
on the train back.

- Wow.
- [distant siren wailing]

Oh.

Major history exam.

The Renaissance.

You know, I kind of thought

that, uh, Faust would be
coming with you.

Faust and I broke up.

Oh, my God, what did he do?

He got pissed at me.

What did you do?

New York ain't like Boston, Ma.

It's humongous.

I slipped.

I smoked some weed

at Washington Square Park and...

...that led to tequila shots
on Bleecker Street

and me blacking out.

Faust said,

"You need to fix this."

Well, you know what,
thank God you're okay.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

And, you know what, good
for Faust for not enabling you.

Honey, please tell me you've
been clean ever since, right?

Yeah, I'm back.

I'm in N.A. meetings
at Judson Memorial Church.

Good, good job.

Yeah.

Ma, please don't tell Dad
that I slipped.

I won't.

C... C.

C, the C-word.

Not "cunt,"
you dirty-minded floozy.

"Catholic."

Open season on Catholics.

Crush the Freemasons
and the KKK

and the great-grand Mafia, too.

Coming out of my television
in the morning

and late at night. I can't even
eat my Reuben sandwich in peace.

I tell you what I told them.

This persecution
of Catholics goes way back.

Nero played that hand.

Feeding us to the lions.

Ripping out our hearts
and our fetuses.

Mr. Hartman,

two witnesses have placed you
at the abortion clinic

in Brookline
moments before the bombing.

[whispering]
Right. Must've been St. Paul.

I'm sorry.
Would you repeat that?

I'm the last gladiator.

Yep. Had to be St. Paul.

And I'm an atheist.

But what little
I know of St. Paul,

he believed in welcoming
flock to the fold.

Not in bombing them.

That's only because bombs
didn't exist back then.

So, what do you think?

How loony is his bin?

I don't clock him as insane.

There's something
behind those eyes.

Time we draw
a circle around his life,

do a deep dive into his past,

track the events of the day
he set off the bomb.

Lucy Chan was the best roommate
I ever had.

She never gossiped about anyone.
Not me.

I mean, not even herself.

[Decourcy] And she didn't
mention the name of the man

she'd spent the night with?

Uh, no.

Only that his mansion
was spectacular.

And that his wife was
in the house at the time.

But, uh...
Lucy couldn't actually...

she couldn't actually
remember much else.

And the next day
she left school?

Yeah, Lucy said that

she was headed
back to Pittsburgh.

I think that's
where her parents live.

I think it... uh, wait a second.

No, actually,
Plattsburgh they're...

No, Pittsfield.

Yeah, all right.

And-and you hadn't heard
from her since?

Not even a postcard.

All right.

Uh...
[sighs]

Do you know, uh,
any of these women?

This is Angela Hicks,

Bette Williams,

Irina Zhevakin,

Dominique Zanghi...

You know Dominique?

Uh...

uh, no, sorry.

I've never seen
a dead body before.

Thank you, Ms. Malatesta.

You've been very helpful.

Have I?
[chuckles]

[phone ringing]

Siobhan?

We all know you were

one of the shining stars
at Rawls and Goodwin.

That, despite what was
on the news, you weren't fired,

certainly not
for mental instability.

A lie invented
by Needham Industries.

But the spin is working
against us, putting

the Mendoza family's case
in escalating jeopardy.

Needham Industries
is playing one

of the oldest tricks
in the book.

The hysterical woman
in the attic.

Straight out of Jane Eyre.

We shouldn't cave
to such pressure.

Nor should ego sabotage

an important lawsuit
which we could win.

So I'm the liability now?

In the public's eyes, yes.

Find a way
to reframe the narrative.

The last thing I want to do
is take you off the case.

[indistinct P.A. announcement]

Oh, Ma.

What, you came here
to see Jackie?

Not out of respect.

I've been on my knees
to St. Cecilia,

praying that this'll be the end
of that foul-mouthed prick.

That's my dad
you're disparaging.

Oh. Look at this.

The college girl
with the three-cent word.

"Disparaging."

- Oh.
- I'm gonna go get you

some coffee.

- Oh, thanks.
- And I would offer

to buy you one, too,

but hopefully you won't be
here that long.

I told you not to send her
to New York.

I told you she'd turn
into an ungrateful witch.

Oh, wow.

No, you're a real fountain
of kindness,

- Ma.
- Look who's talking.

I heard you smacked your father
good and hard.

Oh, yeah.
[sighs]

I don't even know

- what I was doing.
- [Rosa] Joe finally got

what he deserved.

I can't tell you
the number of times

I wanted to hit the bastard.

I never had the courage.

I had no voice.

[Jenny]
Huh.

You never really struck me
as voiceless.

Which only proves
you don't know shit.

Oh. [chuckles] Yeah, well,

hey, do you know, uh,
my father's been shacking up

with a woman named Eve?

No surprises there.

I stole Joe from another woman.
Another woman

- stole Joe from me.
- No, not this one.

She's too young.

Must've dumped
the third wife, too.

Well, hold up, Ma. What?

Third wife?

- There was a wife before you?
- Sure.

There's plenty about Joe Congemi
you aren't aware of.

Well, like what?

If Jackie dies,
I'm moving back into the house.

Oh, Jesus.
If Jackie fucking dies,

you can have
the whole fucking house, okay?

What else don't I know?

Joe has a son.

I...

So I have a brother?

A half brother.
Let me stress the "half."

Capital "H." I never told you

'cause I knew
you'd try to connect with him.

But trust me,

you don't want to call this guy
your brother.

Well, shouldn't I be
the judge of that?

Well, your judgment
is like your personality.

Substandard.

And I want
my fucking house back.

Two people are dead.

I just hope they're not dead
because of me.

You didn't blow up
the abortion clinic.

Your fiancé did.

[Kimberly]
I should've seen this coming.

"Should've" is a crooked street.

You can get lost
in the twists and turns.

[Chris] Tell us
about you and Wesley Hartman.

No need to rush.
We have all day. [exhales]

We dated close to a year,
and everything was normal.

Then I found out I was pregnant.

So, things start to spiral?

[Kimberly]
Yes.

We bicker.

We shove.

He tells me when to come and go.

I mean, there's no way
I can have a baby

in a situation like this.

Or with him.

So I do what I need to do.

After, I lie
and say I miscarried.

[chuckles]
I'm a terrible liar.

He's using the insanity defense.

But your testimony
will ensure a conviction.

Can I count on you
to speak the truth again?

I'll burn in eternity
for having that abortion.

For lying.

Might as well add betrayal
to my list of sins.

First, you refused to talk to me

about your role
in the hit-and-run.

- Why the sudden change of heart?
- Ms. Malcolm and her children

are about to relive his death
all over again.

Did Lulu Harris try to brake
before the car hit Malcolm?

What if I said I was driving?

- You weren't.
- Does that matter?

Shouldn't I have said,
"Let's stop.

Check to make sure he's okay"?

But, like Lulu, I panicked.

So you're taking responsibility?

That day, the way I engage
with the world changed.

My...

disregard
for Taylor Malcolm's life

compelled me
to become an attorney.

I'm involved in this case
at the ACLU,

and a corporation refuses

to properly compensate a man
who was injured on the job.

I've talked this over
with my husband,

and I intend to put my money
where my principles are.

I will pay the Malcolm family

out of my own pocket

for the harm that was done.

Thank you for your frankness.

Off the record,

how do you know so much
about Lulu Harris?

Ms. Harris wrote a letter
to the Malcolm family

confessing that she was the one
who drove the car

that paralyzed him.

And asking for forgiveness.

Takes courage.

Yeah.

A limited amount.

[door opens]

[door closes]

- [indistinct chatter]
- [monitor beeping steadily]

[Jackie exhales]

Well, Mr. Rohr, you're still
in the land of the living.

The surgery was a success.

You'll need to convalesce here
at the hospital

for a few more days
while we keep an eye

on your progress, but I don't
anticipate any changes,

- so...
- Um, I take back

every rotten thing I ever said

about this dump.
Now can I have my phone?

I'll have someone check
with admitting

to see where your phone
ended up.

Oh, yeah.

[exhales]

Hey. Psst. Hey, buddy.

Come here. Come here for a sec.

[woman] [over P.A.] Nurse
Martin to outpatient pre-op.

Nurse Martin
to outpatient pre-op.

Jesus, Peter, Paul and Mary.

My body's up in arms against me.

Well, that's not your arm.
But a good ping

- will solve the problem.
- The fuck

- is a ping?
- [nurse] Uh, one flick

on the head of your penis
with my finger,

your erection will subside.

Uh, no. Uh-uh.
No, I don't think so.

Okay, Macho Man.
But if my wife and daughter

were right outside
waiting to see me,

I wouldn't want
to welcome them in

with a, uh, full salute.

All right, well...
[exhales]

Is there a female nurse around
that could ping me?

Uh...

Ow!

[nurse]
Bingo.

I'm not supposed
to tell you this,

but Guy Dan is gonna offer you
a job as an investigator

for our office.

Huh.

[Blair]
That's all you can say? "Huh"?

Well, it's a big decision,
leaving the Strike Force.

I mean, that'd make my wife
Maggie happy.

Then again,
I'd be giving up my BPD pension.

Oh, I'm sure something
could be arranged.

What do you say?

[exhales]

When Guy Dan makes the offer,
I'll act surprised.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Mm.

- Mm.
- You're spoiling my celebration.

I'm not exactly what you'd call
a champagne kind of guy.

- [chuckles]
- [Blair] Even so,

you're easy on the eyes.

Sexy, soon-to-be-single man.

In a different universe,

I'd make a play for you.

And what's stopping you?

My husband, whoever he is,

will have to be a power broker.

And you, you're a nice fellow,

but you'll only ever be a cop.

[Chris]
Mm.

My wife said the same thing.

- [nurse] Go ahead.
- [Jones] Thanks.

Aw, some detective you are,
Jones.

You got no sense of urgency.

What if I had died
on the operating table?

Then we'd be interviewing
one less schmuck,

and the Homicide guys
would be standing here.

Come on, Ray.
That any way to talk?

[Jackie] Don't mind this one,
kid. He's been

on the job
way past his "use by" date.

Empathy and compassion
for the victim.

- That's the path.
- [Mooney] Agreed.

And so, Mr. Rohr,
if you don't mind me asking,

did you see who shot you?

I didn't get a clear view.

[Jones] The list of your enemies
is long and complex.

I doubt we'll chase down
a shooter anytime soon.

[Jackie]
Hey, these guys could try again,

so how about giving me
some cover, huh?

Post a uniform outside the door.

[Jones] If you were still
with the Bureau,

I might be so inclined,
but these days

you're just an average schmo.

Good luck, you fuck.

blues music

Hey, uh, just grab a usual,
please?

- [Chris] Oh.
- [Decourcy] Hey.

So, I hear you've been
keeping time with Blair Chavez.

Only
on the abortion clinic case.

Guy Dan wants me to be
an investigator with you guys.

So, uh,

I'm leaving the Strike Force.

I lost so many men...

Wallace, Suferin, Dunleavy...

I'd have to start the whole unit
all over again.

Best to make a clean break,

let someone else take charge.

Thanks.

Look, man, I...

I'd be glad
to have you around, you know.

Just, uh, watch your back
with Chavez.

After the shit
I've been through,

I watch my back with everybody.

Well, uh...

I could use your skills
to investigate Sinclair Dryden.

- Dryden?
- Yeah.

Holy shit. For-for what?

Drugging
and raping college women.

How'd you learn that?

Jackie Rohr.

I have to admit, I...

I didn't shed a tear
when I heard he took a bullet.

[chuckles]

I'll say this.
Without Jackie around,

a man can enjoy his drink
in peace.

And on that note,

- I got to take a leak.
- Yeah.

[clears throat]

[urinating]

[exhales]

Oh, fuck.

What, uh, kind of company
you been keeping?

Any dalliances
with the oldest profession?

I-I'm a married man.

- And I'd never pay for sex.
- Well, you are paying.

You have syphilis.

But we caught
the little bug early,

so with the antibiotics,

you'll soon be back
in the saddle.

[exhales]
Guess I should've worn a condom.

You weren't?
What, are you a gambling man?

Yeah, well,
there's no such thing

as 100% protection.

Not unless you're celibate.

And, for you, that choo choo's
already left Back Bay Station.

[Elliot exhales]

[Elliot] Whatever you said
to that reporter,

you've been exonerated.

[Blair]
Decourcy.

Hey. I heard you got

the abortion clinic bomber
to confess.

[chuckles] With Chris Caysen's
able assistance.

What are you working on
these days?

Uh, sexual predator.
Can't say more just yet.

- Sounds like a winner, though.
- Yeah.

Decourcy.

We're gonna be working
side by side potentially

for quite a while.

I think we should strive
to understand each other.

Well, what do you want to know?

You carry a gun,

but would you ever pull
the trigger?

If I had had a clear shot
at Anton Campbell

when he almost killed my wife?
Yes.

No hedging.

Just pure honesty.

That's rare in a man.

That's rare in some women, too.

Can you push a little faster,
Zorba?

I got to make
a fucking phone call.

My name is Zorich, not Zorba.

Constantine Zorich.

[Jackie]
Ah, fuck, out of order.

Is there another phone
around here?

[Zorich]
Not in this wing.

[Jackie]
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Zorba,

I-I was told that I was getting
a single room.

Sorry. This is where the
head nurse told me to bring you.

[Benedetta] This room could use
a little more light.

[Jackie]
Oh.

[grunts]

Fuck. Let there be light.

[Jenny] Hey, we brought you
some Italian cookies.

[Jackie] No. Hey,
where's my fucking phone?

Uh, I had to buy you a new one.

- Here, take it.
- I got to take a leak.

- Okay, come on. I got you.
- No.

It's all right, I got it.
I got it.

- Okay.
- I got it. [grunts]

- [door closes]
- [sighs]

Um... Hello.

Hey, we got a ton
of Mike's Pastries.

Uh, you know. Happy to share.

I'm partial
to the rainbow cookies.

Hey, those are
Jackie's favorites, too. Yeah.

Uh, seven layers.

Italian flag cookies. Napoleons.

The cookie of many names.

Yeah, I used to make these
from scratch.

I'm just way too lazy now.
[chuckles]

Oh, and, uh, I-I'm Jenny Rohr,

and this is my daughter
Benedetta.

And, uh, the-the guy limping

with, uh, his ass hanging out,
that's my husband Jackie.

Xavier Brackin.

- Oh.
- What happened to your face?

Benny, he might not want to talk
about that.

I got the shit kicked out of me
in front of The Linwood.

- Gay bar.
- Jesus. What?

What's wrong with people,
you know?

Being so stupid, so mean.

You know? I mean, lately

I started volunteering
at this place

called
the Nichols Community Center.

I mean,
they do some really good work.

You know, they shelter runaways.
They-they feed the hungry.

They make home visits
to people with AIDS.

My friend, you know,
her daughter

- just came out to her.
- [toilet flushes]

- Sue, my friend.
- [faucet running]

So, she's trying
to show solidarity--

[Benedetta]
Ma. Ma.

[Xavier]
Solidarity.

[chuckles] Spare me
your liberal bullshit, lady.

Hey, pal, my wife is just trying
to make polite conversation,

seeing as we're gonna be
convalescing and such.

You might want to be courteous
and do the same.

Oh, might I, now?

If it was me,
I would've told you

to go fuck yourself
like a heartbeat ago.

[Benedetta] Dad, um, now that
you're out of the woods,

- I got to go back to school.
- What?

Okay? I'll see you
at Thanksgiving.

- All right. All right.
- [Benedetta] Yeah.

Come on, help me on the bed,
though, before you go.

- Ow. Oh. Oh. Ooh.
- Ooh. Ooh.

[Jenny]
Jackie, I'll swing by

after I drop Benny off
at the station.

- Okay. All right. All right.
- [Jenny] Okay.

[whispers] And hey. Hey.
Just be nice to Xavier.

- [Jackie grunts]
- [Benedetta] Love you, Dad.

All right, sweetheart.
All right.

Bye.

[woman] [over P.A.]
Dr. Griffin to the chapel.

[Jackie exhales]

Dr. Griffin to the chapel.

Well, I never been
in a hospital before.

I mean, uh, I mean,

not-not as a... as a patient.

Even when I broke my arm.
I-I was, uh...

I was a little kid,
and I thought

- I was gonna fucking fly.
- [Xavier] Oh, no.

You're a talker.

[Xavier exhales]

[Jackie exhales]

Hello. I'm here to see
a Ms. Malcolm.

- I'm Siobhan--
- I know who you are.

We all know who you are.

Let her in.

- Thank you.
- [Amaya] Don't thank me yet.

Do you know
how long I've hated you?

You know how long
I've wished harm on you,

which goes against

the very fabric
of how I was raised?

So don't thank me
for being courteous.

I'm here to say that I'm sorry.

You're a lifetime too late.

Before the accident,
we were blessed.

This house was full of fun.

Taylor bouncing around
like a basketball.

After, I prayed for God
to release him

from the bondage of his body.

slow, somber music

Ms. Malcolm, I'd like
to offer you compensation

- for--
- [Amaya] How am I supposed

to put a dollar sign on the fact
that I haven't danced

with my husband in 15 years?

[breathing shakily]

[whispering]
Sorry.

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.

[crying]

- [chuckles softly]
- It's about time you showed up.

I called you, like, hours ago.

Wow. I wish I had my camera.
Ooh.

These cookies look delicious.

- May I?
- [Jackie] Mm.

My grandparents
would be ashamed of me, Jackie.

I'm breaking
with Iranian custom,

coming here empty-handed.

Well, if you come bringing news
of Bette Williams,

you're not empty-handed.

We're scouring the city,

all her college haunts,
and coming up empty.

Yeah, keep looking. My hunch is,
she's not as far as she is near.

What about the other thing?

None of the Angiulo Brothers,
the ones who are still alive,

have escaped prison
or been paroled.

- I saw Donato.
- In the dark,

our eyes play tricks.

Oh, suddenly,
you're an ophthalmologist?

Listen, they must've sent
one of their guys to shoot me.

Let's face the facts.

I'm the reason
that they're in prison.

Plus,
Sicilians are revengeful people.

I know. I'm married to one.

[Milani]
Jackie, you and I both know RICO

put an end to the Mafia
in Boston.

- There's no one left.
- [Jackie] There's got to be

some punk somewhere that wants
to bring the mob back.

All right. I'll ask around.

- One more cookie for the road.
- [Jackie] Yeah, yeah, yeah,

- yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Thank you.

[exhales]

[Xavier]
I knew I recognized your face.

You used to be
on TV all the time.

Acting like a big shot,
talking about crimes you solved.

Like that armored heist.

Yeah, that's me.

You ought to shave
that stupid mustache.

Read your fucking magazine.

Letitia.

Beacon Hill is not the same
without you, Jackie Rohr.

Oh, well,
maybe that's a good thing.

[Letitia chuckles]

Oh.

This room could do
with a little white sage.

Negative energy

will bring you down, Jackie.

I prefer you up.

I'm here
to make you feel better.

[Jackie] Oh, you're
a regular Flo Nightingale.

[Letitia chuckles]

- [Jenny] Um...
- Uh, Mrs. Dryden,

this is my wife Jennifer.
Jen, this is Mrs. Dryden.

I have heard so much about you.

Your husband
brings you up all the time.

Odd. Yeah, he-he never says
a word about you.

Mm. Fabulous having Jackie
at our place.

Jen, Mrs. Dryden
was just leaving.

[Letitia]
Was I?

Well, perhaps I have

outstayed my welcome.

[Jenny] No, no, no, no, hon.
No, please, please.

Make yourself at home.

Yeah, I'm-I'm very happy to hear

my husband's been rendering
such wonderful service.

Yeah, with his badge,

Jackie's a good-for-nothing

but with purpose.

No, without that badge, wow,

Jackie's just good-for-nothing.

Jen. Come on. Jennifer.

[sighs]
Secrets.

You know, my whole family's
all about secrets.

I mean,
Benny falls off the wagon.

- Oh.
- She's okay.

But, you know,
she doesn't want Jackie to know.

And then my ma,
she shows up at the hospital

and she tells me

that I have a half brother.

Yeah. Yeah, a whole other person
that I didn't even know existed.

Oh, my God.

Yeah, well...
Fuck. You know what?

I got secrets, too.

Yeah.

[chuckles]
Oh.

[exhales]
Father Doyle?

Uh, he kissed me.

- What?
- Yeah. I mean, I...

I could never tell Jackie.

I mean,
he would freakin' explode.

You know, okay, forget I said
anything about the kiss.

Okay. Okay.

[chuckles]

Well, what about
this half brother of yours?

You gonna reach out to him?

No. I don't know. I mean,

sometimes you go looking
for ghosts,

you end up finding demons.

Having a brother's nice.

You know, I've got four.

They're a godsend.

- Most of the time. [chuckles]
- Well...

Yeah, but I-I don't know
how I'd even find mine.

Well, I'll give you the name
of the private eye

I hired to trail Cabot
when the son of a bitch

started sleeping
with his new bimbo secretary.

[groans, chuckles] Thank God
all that shit with Cabot's

behind you,
'cause, uh, I just met Letitia.

Yeah, and she is everything
that you said she was.

And worse.

I would bet the whole bank
at Monte Carlo

that Jackie's doing her.

Do what I did.

Give back what you're getting.

What would make Jackie
more jealous

than you fucking the priest?

- Oh, my God. Sue.
- [laughs]

[laughs]
God.

[Decourcy]
Here, taste that.

Taste that.

[soft jazz playing]

Nope. Go and get that.

Why you playing? Get it. Get it.
Hey, hey, taste it.

- Mmm. [chuckles]
- Yeah. How's that jambalaya?

How that taste?

You put your foot
in that jambalaya.

Man, yeah! It's my mom's recipe.

You know, it was one
of the many great things

that I found in the house
after Pop passed.

This meal was a staple
in the family,

but after she died, we just,
like, we stopped eating it.

And you made some for me?

No.
I made some jambalaya for us.

Hey, you feeling good?

Thanks to you.

And Dr. Robinson.

How's therapy?

[sighs] Too early to tell,
but I'm getting there.

All right.

I've been thinking about
the parallels in our lives.

Your mom died
when you were young.

My dad died
when I was about that same age.

- Mm-hmm.
- My mom says...

...our bond isn't just in love

but in sorrow and loss.

[wine pouring]

Regardless of the how
or the why,

I'm just grateful
we're together.

Smooth operator.

- Hey, hey.
- You're on a roll tonight.

Hitting all the right notes.

[Decourcy grunts]

Have you been to the hospital
to see Jackie?

Nope.

Don't you think you should?

Nope.

Well, I think you should.

He handed you
the Sinclair Dryden case.

You owe him an update.

I mean, okay.

And you should take him
some flowers.

- That, I refuse.
- [chuckling]

Hell no.

- [soft thudding]
- [Xavier breathing heavily]

The fuck?

Are you doing what I think
you're doing over there?

This side of the room
belongs to me,

so mind
your own fucking business.

Jesus Christ,
I would never beat off

in earshot of a total stranger.

But you would
if someone you know is nearby?

You know what? No wonder
you got slapped around.

You're a bigger asshole
than I am.

[Xavier]
So, what, straight guys

are the only ones
that get to be assholes?

I have the right to be
as much of a prick as anyone.

Equal opportunity, baby.

And look at me.
I was out having fun

with a couple friends.
Two dildos from Charlestown

drove by, calling us names.

I gave them the finger.

And here I am with two
broken ribs and a concussion.

Oh, I can hear
the violins starting now.

Back off, Bucky.

I'm no crybaby.
I'm proud of who I am,

even if I am a dickhead.

If you're looking
for a gay role model,

call k.d. lang.

Well, that still doesn't justify

you beating off
where I can hear you.

At least go
in the fucking bathroom.

Follow your own preaching.

I saw you with the succubus
that wasn't your wife.

What's your sweet bride's name?
Jen? Jenna? Jennifer?

Hey, you keep my wife's name out
of your filthy fucking mouth

or I'm gonna beat your fairy ass
all over again.

Someone shot you,
from what I hear,

and you're surrounded by hate
on all sides.

- [Jackie exhales]
- I spy through my crystal ball

one Jackie Rohr
in the not so distant future.

A drool-dripping, doddering
old man in a flannel bathrobe

with no wife,
no daughter, no friends.

Not even a stray dog.

- [Jackie exhales]
- [Xavier chuckles]

- [soft thudding]
- [Xavier breathing heavily]

[Jenny] Benny left a lot
of old clothes at the house.

I should just bring 'em down,

- put 'em to good use, right?
- [Sue] Good idea.

[Jenny] [whispers]
So cute.

Okay, bye.

- Need a hand?
- Sure. Yeah.

I-I just want to apologize
for the other day.

Grabbing you like that
without permission

and kissing you.

I'm terribly sorry.

No guilt. Please.

I mean,
you were being spontaneous.

[both chuckle softly]

And me?
I wish I was more that way.

So, uh, you know,
how you been otherwise?

I mean,
looks like you're starting

to heal a bit from that fall.

Yeah, yeah. A wee bit, yeah.

I heard your husband was shot.

Are you, uh... are you worried?

Oh, h-he'll be fine.

Yeah, but between Benny
being off at college

and Jackie being laid up,
I'm, uh,

a bit at a loss.

Well, as you know,
I'm always here for a chat.

A chat would be nice.

Hey, maybe I could cook for you.

Are you asking me over
for dinner?

- Yeah.
- [Diarmuid chuckles]

Yeah, I guess that's, uh,
that's what I'm doing.

[chuckles]
Well, I'd be delighted.

Uh, but I-I
wouldn't feel comfortable

anywhere near your house.
We could eat out.

Yeah, of course not.
[chuckles] Eating out.

That-That'd be nice. You know,
get out of the kitchen

for a change.

All right. Done deal.

We're on.

[footsteps approaching]

You've left me in the dust.

Working with Decourcy?

I go where I'm needed.

What's he working on?

Remember
what Kimberly Foster said

about the sin of betrayal?

Well, for me,
loyalty and discretion

are key
to a professional relationship.

- You're not going to tell me.
- I'm only a lowly cop, Blair.

Not really a part
of your grand scheme of things.

So, Zorba,
what happened to the bum chum?

Mr. Brackin
asked to change rooms.

- Can't imagine why.
- Well, yeah.

Well, now I got the whole
fucking place to myself,

so good fucking riddance, right?
[chuckles]

[exhales]

Geez.

What'd you do to the orderly?

[Jackie]
Decourcy, is it me?

Are people
just more sensitive these days?

[Decourcy]
Oh, it's you.

All the way, Jackie.
Uh, without a doubt.

Hey, you know, it's been
like a revolving door

of friends and family
and business acquaintances,

so, so, what category
do you fall into?

Well, I'd like to think
whenever you're involved,

I don't fall into any category.

So, Angela Hicks.

She's not talking.

Too much to lose.
I don't blame her.

Lucy Chan, she's off the grid.

Has your, uh...

your guy in the FBI,
did he ever find Bette Williams?

Not yet, no.

All right. Then Irina Zhevakin
is our last chance

to bring Dryden to heel.

I'll let you know how that goes.

Yeah, well,

I'm stuck in this shithole
for the time being,

so...

Is there any way
that Sinclair Dryden would know

that you're
secretly investigating him?

Letitia knows,
so she might've said.

Shit.

Do you think he had anything
to do with you getting shot?

No. No, no, no. That was...
that was the Angiulo Brothers.

- They set me up.
- How can you be so sure?

I could smell the garlic.
[chuckles]

Fuck.

Hey, you know,
a lot of famous people have died

in the fucking hospital.

Jim Henson,
Fred Astaire, Geronimo.

Your old man,
he had the right idea,

slipping off into the next world
from the comfort of his own bed.

Yeah.

Like, uh...

like Louis Armstrong.

Louis Armstrong. Sure.

Yeah, he, um...

So, my father,

he would drive us past Satchmo's
house in Corona, Queens.

He-He'd take my brother and me
to what I still think ranks

as the best Italian ice
in all five boroughs, right?

I could never understand
how a guy

as famous as Louis Armstrong
would,

you know,
live in such a modest pad.

He and his wife Lucille,
they never had kids, you know?

But, uh...

I don't know, they still managed

to make that little house
a haven.

Mm.

She was his family.

So I guess, I don't know...

I guess two is
all being a family takes.

Maybe even one.

[gulls crying]

Irina. Hi.

I'm A.D.A. Decourcy Ward.

I, uh, see you like running.

Irina, uh, look,

I know you're frightened

and you're dealing
with a lot of pressures.

But with you as a witness,

we can build a solid case
against Dryden.

Even if I wanted to testify,
which I don't,

which part of "they will hurt
me" don't you understand?

Did Sinclair threaten you?

No. A policeman threatened me.

Which policeman?

I don't think he said his name.
[sniffles]

When was this?

[sighs]
Last April.

He cornered me in front
of Mary Chung Restaurant

on a Thursday night.

If-if you can say this
in a courtroom,

I promise you
24-hour protection.

[chuckles]
Protected from Boston Police

by the Boston Police?

I'll be a dead woman
by midnight.

No. No.
Not with a cop that I trust.

[inhales deeply, sighs]

Look, e-even a psychiatrist
will tell you

that confronting your abuser

will start your road
to recovery.

Freud and Jung were idiots.

All right, then. How about this?

There's joy in revenge.

[chuckles softly]

Spoken like a true Russian.

My babushka
always used to say...

[speaks Russian]

Revenge is sweet.

Like ice cream.

Hmm.

[gulls crying]

[inhales, sighs]

[dialing]

[exhales]

[phone ringing]

[phone continues ringing]

Come on, Jen.
Pick up the fucking phone.

Come on.

[inhales deeply]

[exhales sharply]

[phone rings]

[clears throat]
Hello?

Bendrops.

Hiya, Dad. How you feeling?

Oh, like a million
tax-free bucks.

Dr. Boyd says I'm gonna get out
of here in the morning.

- [grunts]
- That's great.

Hey. You heard from your ma?

No, not since I left Boston.
Why?

Ah, no reason. Just asking.

You two get in another fight?

Sorta. Yeah.

About what?

[inhales deeply]

My ex-roommate.

Ex?

What happened to Xavier?

[grunts]
Same thing happens to all of us.

He was here

and now he's gone.

Well, you know how, like, uh...

when an asshole says something,
you know,

you just kind of ignore him?

'Cause he's an asshole.

But if you ignore what he is

and just think
about what he said, it just...

makes you...
[sighs]

think, you know?

Yeah, Jackie and me, we used to
eat out all the time, you know?

Before Benny.
Then, when Benny was little,

you know, Ma would babysit.

But, uh, you know,

whenever Jackie and I
would go out to eat,

the food was never as good
as what you make at home

and it was so expensive, too.

You really want to talk
about your husband tonight?

- [chuckles]
- Over dinner with me?

- [chuckles]
- I'm...

God, I'm not very good
with small talk.

- [chuckles]
- Oh, well, there she goes.

- What?
- Belittling yourself.

Jenny Rohr's fallback position.

Yeah, I...
[chuckles softly]

I guess I just, uh...

I feel a little guilty.

Good old guilt, huh?

When I, uh...

when I was a boy growing up
in Belfast, uh...

I was taught to believe
certain things about God and sin

and sex and...

And I followed all the rules.

Religiously?

Yes.

[chuckles]

But, uh, when I left Belfast

- to attend university...
- Mm-hmm.

...I encountered a much wider
world than I'd ever imagined.

There were temptations
everywhere.

And in the years since,

my desires have only grown.

[exhales]
I don't know.

Maybe this, this need
to live a full life

is just taking me
down the road to hell.

Or maybe up to paradise.

[stammers]

Being under anesthesia, it's...
[chuckles]

You-you don't know
if you've been under, like,

five minutes or five years.

It's like you're...

It's like you're dead, you know?

And, uh, then you wake up

and you're blurry

and...
[stammers]

then you're clear.

A-And...

you know, just makes you...

...appreciate what you got.

You know?

[scoffs]
Aw.

Sure you got better things to do
than listen to me ramble on.

Yeah. All right, sweetheart.

[exhales]

Good night. Sleep tight.

You, too, Dad.

I love you.

[woman] [over P.A.] Dr. Wade.

Dr. Jacqueline Wade
to the ER, please.

[dialing]

You're a remarkable woman,
Jenny.

You move through this world
without pretense.

But sadly
we don't live in a world

that values a genuine heart.

Is that all you think about me?

You know, that I'm...
unpretentious?

I think
a lot of things about you.

But ultimately I don't matter.

What do you think of you?

Uh...
[chuckles]

Um...

I don't know. I guess, you know,

so many things have gone wrong
in my life.

I, uh...

I don't really think
I'm worth loving.

You're wrong.

- You are.
- [chuckles]

You are. You are worth loving.

Darling Jenny.

[match strikes]

[soft piano music playing]

You know, last time
you kissed me.

This time I want to kiss you.

"Try a Little Tenderness"
by Otis Redding

Are you sure?

You won't regret it, no, no

Young girls,
they don't forget it

Love

Is their whole

Happiness

Yeah

But it's all so easy

All you got to do is try

Try a little

Tenderness

Yeah

All you got to do is, man

Hold her where you want her

Squeeze her, don't tease her

Never leave her

Get to her, try, try

Just try a little tenderness

Yeah, yeah, yeah

You got
to rub her gentle, man

All you got to do, don't got

Don't bruise her, no, no

You got to love her,
tease her

Don't squeeze her

Got to try, na-na-na

Try, try a little tenderness

Yeah, yeah

All you got to do is, man

Hold her where you want her

Squeeze her, don't tease her

Never leave her