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pulsing, dramatic music

Jennifer.

Surprise.

Daddy dearest is hitting you with an assault charge.

Did you assault him?

Yes.

You want to meet him, don't you?

This lost kin of yours.

Secrets are no better than lies.

If we were to compensate Mendoza,

all parties will sign a nondisclosure agreement.

Needham's bad acts have to be exposed.

I'm gonna find a legal loophole around the NDA.

Want you to deliver that for me.

Bette Williams, she's a fine, young woman,

very reasonable,

very sensible.

[Jackie] This is gonna get bad,

as in real bad.

What are our alternative solutions?

You carry a fucking gun

in your briefcase.

[Decourcy] My wife and I are alive.

I intend to keep us that way.

[Dan] Ah, Decourcy, there you are.

You know Sinclair Dryden, don't you?

If there ever was a table I wanted no fucking place at.

Mr. Dryden wants to cooperate.

Cooperate how?

Answer your questions.

Submit tapes from his home security system.

Take a polygraph test.

Whatever you need to clear his name.

I'm not in the business of clearing names.

Neither are you.

Yet you did with Curtis Whitaker.

He was innocent.

So is he.

Legally speaking,

Mr. Dryden is protected by civil law against....

Is there a reason you're speaking on his behalf?

You plan to represent him at trial?

Sinclair has always been an ally to this office,

our office,

the office you hope to run when I'm elected State's Attorney

- next Tuesday. - Hmm.

[Sinclair] Mr. Ward,

if what you think happened actually happened,

why hasn't a single woman come forward

and spoken out against me?

Because they're afraid.

Of what, a-a bald guy with a bad back?

A senior citizen?

Of a man so powerful and connected,

he's got the District Attorney carrying his water.

All right, look, look, I'm not upset

that you're investigating me. You're doing your job.

And I don't have the wherewithal to sit here

and say something clever, so I'm just...

I'm gonna be frank.

Jackie Rohr is trying to fuck me.

That's really none of my concern.

Well, then you're not looking at the full picture,

because he's fucking you as well.

He is using you to extort me.

He gets 2,000 bucks a week to, what, sit around my house,

drink my booze, smoke my cigars, fuck my wife.

Oh.

Oh, did he not mention that part?

About fucking my wife?

In my bed.

On my goddamn pool table.

[banging on door]

Wow.

That's a knock of a man that's got something to say.

Is Jenny home?

Oh, this is one of the days that she does her volunteer work.

- Benny? - She's back at college.

Good, 'cause we need to have a little chat.

This might get loud.

Well, loud is what we do in this house.

If these walls could talk, they would fucking scream.

You want a beer?

Sinclair Dryden has money.

He has influence.

He has high-level law enforcement experience.

If I take him to trial,

this case needs to be absolutely bulletproof.

Yeah, I know.

Then why did you fuck his wife?

[stammers]

One's got nothing to do with the other.

That happened before I knew what Sinclair was doing.

[stammers] It's irrelevant.

"The ignorant are ignorant of their ignorance."

Okay, well,

now I'm insulted.

I hate that fucking word. It's a slur.

Look, Guy Dan and Sinclair just ambushed me.

They claim you're trying to blackmail him.

- And you fucking believe them? - No. I fucking don't.

But because you can't keep your cock in your khakis,

the man has a compelling defense.

The facts are still the facts.

He drugged and raped women.

To prove that, we need a witness.

I am the witness. You're looking at the witness.

Jackie, if you take the stand,

you'll have to admit, under oath,

that you cheated on your wife.

That doesn't prove Sinclair's guilt.

That just proves to a jury of your peers

that you can't be trusted.

You fucked away what little credibility you had left.

Are you done scolding me?

Only because I need to go figure out

how the fuck to clean up your mess,

again.

[water bubbling]

Have you talked to Mom?

No. How's she doing?

She's going on a date.

Oh. Good for her.

Don't you want to know who she's going on a date with?

No, I don't think I do.

Will Hanlon's dad.

I don't ever want to get married.

'Cause of what happened between me and your mom?

Try to remember the good times we had, sweetheart.

I do try. What pops into my head first

is you two always, every day, stressing out.

Well, marriage can be stressful, sure,

but marriage can also reduce stress.

Someone will be there for you when you're sad or sick.

You know, I got food poisoning on our honeymoon.

Instead of sunbathing on the beach,

your mother spent the entire trip in our hotel room

taking care of me, putting cold rags on my forehead,

bringing me crackers and ginger ale.

I think Mom's tired of taking care of people,

especially you.

Yeah.

That's why I'm giving her as wide a berth as she needs.

[Julietta] Do you think you'll get back together one day?

If I say yes, will you stop worrying?

Just talk to Mom, please.

Maybe this is your turn to take care of her.

[Kassell] Judge Pollack,

the Big Dig is a public works project.

Our efforts benefit the very foundation of this city.

We don't want an accident

to taint that for present or future citizens,

which is why we're asking to keep

the Hernando Mendoza documents sealed.

When the recipient of a settlement is a minor,

Massachusetts law requires court approval,

which means the information becomes public record.

[Kassell] But the money doesn't become fully available until

Mr. Mendoza's son turns 18.

At which point, he will no longer be a minor.

Pepe gets a portion now to cover the cost of living

and his father's medical bills.

So there's a gray area.

I came here today, in good faith,

to ask for the smallest amount of discretion.

What makes you think "good faith" should go your way?

Not the boy's?

[Kassell] What does a 15-year-old,

sitting on $9 million dollars,

stand to gain from the world knowing his financial situation?

The minute people find out how much money he has,

every conman in New England will be knocking down his door.

Shouldn't we protect the child?

Miss Kassell,

I have no doubt that you have the best intentions,

but the law is the law.

You are so full of shit.

Miss Kassell, I'm officially done with you.

I no longer have any interest in what you have to say.

Ah, this isn't about Pepe or Hernando.

This is about you wanting to disgrace my company

for your own self-interest.

The ACLU took this case pro bono.

Oh, that doesn't mean you won't benefit substantially.

Some front page publicity to bury

all the negative press that walloped you.

Negative press that you fed the papers.

Ah, there's the bare-knuckle truth,

- you're after revenge. - [scoffs]

I'm not after anything.

When the cameras start rolling,

don't stare directly into the bright lights.

They can blind you.

slow, contemplative music

[sighs]

[guard] Empty your pockets.

[scanner beeps]

Thank you.

- Step through, please. - [machine beeps]

[door buzzes]

Hi, uh, Jenny Rohr.

Name of the patient you're scheduled to see?

Joseph Congemi Junior.

Relationship to patient?

He's my brother. Half-brother.

Uh, Joseph just received his daily prescriptions.

They should take full effect in about 30 minutes,

- if you don't mind waiting. - No, not at all.

What kind of medication is he taking?

[Mary] I'm not allowed to say.

Not even to a relative?

Only if that relative is a court-appointed guardian.

And that'd be who? Like, his-his mother?

[Mary] Again, I'm not at liberty to say.

Please fill these out and, uh, have a seat over there.

Miss Chan, I-I'm not asking you to come back to Boston.

No. I'd-I'd be more than willing to fly to Pittsburgh,

talk to you there.

No, no, no, I-I would never force you to testify.

I just want to hear your perspective about what happened.

I-- Yes, I-I know

what kind of man Sinclair Dryden is,

that's why we need to act now. I...

O-O-Okay.

Yeah, I-I understand.

Yes.

I'm sorry to have troubled you, Miss Chan.

Thank you.

Lucy Chan won't come forward?

Nope.

Dryden's abused five women, that we know of.

One of them's dead, the rest of them are silent as she is.

Still no sign of Bette Williams.

Maybe we take another run at Irina Zhevakin?

No. I can't keep hounding her. She's too fragile.

Well, we do have Willie Ruder. He's FBI.

He'll get on the stand,

say Dryden paid him to intimidate Irina.

[Decourcy] Uh-uh.

I checked Ruder's record.

He's not exactly a Boy Scout.

Dryden's lawyer'll rip him apart.

We need more.

Where's Jackie? And what's he doing to move the ball forward?

Who the fuck knows?

tense, pulsing music

- [sighs] - [knocks on door]

Hello, Bette.

Mr. Rohr. How'd you find me?

Well, you used a credit card to check in.

I don't really feel like talking.

Well, I-I can handle the talking part.

That's my favorite pastime. [chuckles]

You know, people who have been through shit,

the real shit, you don't hear them whining, right?

And then, I don't know, maybe it's because

they see something that we don't,

or-or-or they think that no one's gonna pay attention.

My wife and my daughter, uh,

they've suffered,

just like you've suffered.

And I can't take their pain away,

and it kills me.

Kills me every day.

And I can't take your pain away,

but I can offer you something

that they never had,

a chance to be heard.

How old's your daughter?

Benedetta is 18 years old.

Is she okay?

Yeah, sh-she is, uh...

somehow. [chuckles]

Must've been tough for her.

Well, yeah, she's relentless.

You know, that's always been her way of coping.

But you got to do

what works for you, and you alone.

And if the answer is nothing,

then I swear on my sweet, strong Benny,

I will go away and you will never see my face again.

[Junior] Jenny.

I know what you're thinking.

Man, that's a great shirt.

Christ, I spent damn near half the day

trying to decide what to wear, and you saying that...

[laughs] ...just made me feel like an idiot.

Isn't that what brothers are for?

I don't know. I never had one.

Till now.

[sighs]

You knew who I was the second I walked in.

Well, of course.

Did we ever meet before? Uh, when I was little, or...?

No, but I've seen you before.

- You have? - I was at your wedding.

- Oh, you were? - I stood outside.

[chuckles] Why?

I wanted to be close.

Why didn't you come in, you know?

Say something, uh, you know, wave, even.

And ruin your day? No.

No way.

You were so... you were so pretty.

And your husband, too. He was...

- He seemed sweet. - Yeah.

He was.

Dad wasn't there.

Didn't invite him.

I used to hate him, too.

Used to?

I'm not counting chickens or anything, but...

you think Sinclair knew,

eventually, he'd get caught?

He's a fucking fiend.

Fiends don't think about consequences.

Mm, true, but...

still, you got to wonder,

- why'd he hire you? - [door opens]

[Decourcy] Hi. Uh, we, uh,

can do this in my office if you think that would

make you feel more comfortable, o-or outside.

There's a-a nice park just right around the corner.

I'm-I'm good here.

Now, feel free to interrupt me if you need a break.

Miss Williams, being here today

takes no small amount of courage.

I don't feel particularly courageous at the moment.

Quite the opposite.

[Decourcy] Is that why you waited to come forward?

- I figured you'd lead with that. - [Decourcy] Oh, it's a...

just a question, not a-- an accusation.

No, it's okay. Uh...

I should probably get used to people doubting me,

calling me names,

scarlet "A" on the chest.

[Decourcy] You know,

tell me what happened that night.

Or-or just whatever you're thinking right now.

I'm here to listen.

Well, um...

Quaaludes stay in your system for about 70 hours.

Three days.

So, when I woke up, I was still in a fog.

Like a hangover on top of a concussion.

With all that guilt and anxiety,

"What am I doing with my life?

I'm never drinking again." [chuckles]

"Is this the alcohol,

or is something actually wrong with me?"

And then it started to come back.

Pieces of the memories, never the full thing.

The sound of the bed,

the sweat, and, uh, the smell.

Even talking about it now, my-my head

gets really fuzzy.

It feels like it slows down, like, stops working.

Like I'm still drugged.

So, to, um,

answer your question.

I never came forward because I didn't know

how to articulate what had happened.

And when I finally could

put a sentence together, I...

figured I was too late,

which made me even more ashamed.

Yeah, wow, I, uh...

I'd-I'd have probably felt the exact same way.

Thanks for saying that.

Jackie Rohr, the Drydens' head of security,

he gave you an envelope?

Twenty-five thousand dollars in cash from Sinclair.

Yeah, he gave me that to keep me quiet

and away from rooms like this.

When you take the stand, uh,

the defense, in all likelihood,

will hassle you for accepting a bribe.

I took that money so Sinclair would leave me alone,

so he would forget me.

I didn't spend a dime.

Dad abandoned us when I was...

when I was six years old,

and, uh...

you know, so of course I walked around

thinking terrible shit about him.

Well, you should be glad he left.

I was, for a while, but then I started having problems.

And...

my mom had her own issues.

She couldn't handle mine.

Dad found out about that, he came back.

He took charge, emptied his bank account

to get me treatment.

- No fucking way. - It's true.

Dad was kind.

But he visits. He comes in, it's like, uh,

first Friday of the month, every month, he just...

The man is no teddy bear.

Uh, you know, not even fucking close, but...

I can't hate him.

I can't... [stammers] Just not anymore.

You're a better man than I am.

[sighs]

[humming]

[chuckles] You don't knock?

Did I startle you?

Not one bit.

I got a story I think you're gonna like.

Oh, good. I love your stories.

You embroider the truth so dexterously.

[chuckles]

There was this kid

back in law school.

Rob Huff, and at our graduation ceremony,

he kept shouting, "Whipping Post,"

over and over again, top of his lungs.

"Whipping Post, Whipping Post, Whipping Post."

Are you familiar with that song?

Yeah, unfortunately, I am.

[Jackie] And, here's the thing,

I can't remember anything else about him.

I don't know where this kid was from. [stammers]

I don't know what classes he took.

I could barely describe his face to you,

but I remember his name

and I remember "Whipping Post."

So...

that's the space that people get in our heads,

you know? So many faces,

so many conversations, memories.

We parse people down

to one thing,

to one single fucking thing.

And Rob Huff

will forever be the "Whipping Post" guy.

And you?

You're a rapist.

[grunts]

You went to Letitia first, didn't you?

Warned her, tried to get her to betray me.

[Jackie] Ah, that I did.

Yeah, well, not smart.

You fuck her, you fall for her,

then you come in here and you're making these accusations.

A discerning mind might, uh...

might think this was a desperate attempt

to win the affections of my wife.

Did you hurt her like you hurt the rest of the girls?

Ah, Jesus.

You do love her.

[Jackie] Absolutely not.

I take back what I said

about you embroidering the truth.

That was a pretty hollow denial.

Did you love any of them?

Bette?

Irina?

Dominique?

Yes.

Yes, I did, very much.

Well, that's the thing about love,

it's shit on your shoe

unless they love you back.

And those girls didn't love you.

You had to drug them to get them within arm's reach,

like the worst kind of coward.

Enough, Jackie.

Get the fuck out of my house before I call the cops.

They're already here.

Officers.

Oh, fuck.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay. Let me just...

let me take off my watch,

so you don't scratch the face.

[watch thuds]

Are-are you gonna come back?

Yeah.

No, I'd love to. I mean, if you'll have me.

Consider this an open invitation.

No-no-no limits, no restrictions,

in perpetuity. Come whenever you want.

Are you lonely here?

Yeah, sometimes.

Are-are you ever allowed to leave this place?

I don't know.

I-I haven't asked in a while.

You want me to ask for you?

I don't think so. I mean, where would I go?

I have a question for you.

Why...

Why did you come see me?

I just found out I have a brother.

Didn't know till now what I was missing in my life.

Is your life good?

Yeah.

I have the most wonderful daughter.

I got some nice friends.

I'm healthy.

So you're happy?

Not really.

I have a good life, you know, but, uh...

I'm not happy.

Does that make any sense?

Yeah. I think

it's probably more common than you think.

Maybe.

But it's still no way to live.

Yeah, I'm realizing that more and more every day.

[chuckles softly]

You have a beautiful home, Mrs. Dryden.

Exquisite.

Thank you. But we both know

that you're not here about the house.

Well... [grunts]

In a way, I am.

How far are you willing to go to keep it?

Mr. Ward, I'm as shocked as you are by these allegations.

[Decourcy] Well,

let me inform you unequivocally

that your husband is guilty.

Oh, I doubt that very much.

And I know him better than anyone.

Better than you do.

Oh. Then you must be aware of his infidelities.

That's a conversation for a husband and wife in private.

[chuckles] You're clearly a smart woman.

So, you know, I-I just... I have a hard time

accepting that you spent 12 years

living with someone so amoral

and didn't suspect the harm he caused.

My husband hasn't been convicted of a crime.

Nor will he be, because he's innocent.

If I believe that, won't a jury?

Have you ever strayed in your marriage, Mrs. Dryden?

That's also a husband

- and a wife conversation. - Hmm.

Are affairs routine behavior for you?

Or is Jackie special?

It's a fair warning.

If you protect Sinclair,

I will have no choice but to eviscerate you.

On the stand. In the press.

No more galas, gallery openings.

No, you'll become a leper to all those high society folks

you spent your entire adult life trying so hard to impress.

The whole world will know

that you facilitated sexual abuse.

Fighting blackmail with blackmail.

No, I'm offering choices.

Speak the truth on your husband

or face conspiracy charges.

The, uh, forensics team's outside.

You might want to take a walk while they work.

Mull things over a bit.

No. I'm comfortable where I am.

"Kiss Off" by Violent Femmes

I take one, one, one 'cause you left me

And two, two, two for my family

And three, three, three for my heartache

And four, four, four for my headaches

And five, five, five for my lonely

And six, six, six for my sorrow

And seven, seven, seven for n-n-no tomorrow

And eight, eight, I forget what eight was for

But nine, nine, nine for the lost gods

Ten, ten, ten, ten for everything

Everything, everything, everything

Well, you can all just kiss off into the air

Behind my back I can see them stare

They'll hurt me bad, but I won't mind

They'll hurt me bad, they do it all the time...

How'd it go?

Forensics didn't find anything.

Yeah, well, we figured as much. No, I-I meant with Letitia.

Did you scare some sense into her?

The woman didn't flinch.

Yeah, that's probably the fucking Botox.

Hey, look, the lab will sniff something out.

All right? Pill residue, bloodstain.

Well, what about

that surveillance video that I gave you?

That-That'll paint a not-so-pretty picture

- for the jury, right? - Maybe.

Uh, it shows women in the house, but the tape also shows them

going up the stairs with Sinclair voluntarily.

Which, I assume, is why there are cameras in the hallway

but nowhere near a mattress.

Yeah, but I saw Bette Williams that night.

She was stumbling around in a daze,

clearly on something.

Well, on the video, she looks drunk.

And considering she initially took hush money,

we need more.

It's always "more" with you, Dee.

[knock on door]

Chris.

Come in.

How are you, Elena?

- Pretty much the same, I guess. - [door closes]

Alone.

You came all the way to Holbrook to ask me that?

Well, the details of Duke's murder,

his involvement in the drug ring, that was harsh.

Wanted to see how you were holding up.

Figured Duke hid shit from me, but this?

My husband robbing dealers?

Shootouts with other cops?

Jesus Christ.

I'm not sure if knowing makes things easier or harder.

- Coffee? - Mm-hmm.

Well, least the guys who killed him

- are headed to prison, right? - [coffee pouring]

The guy I thought was guilty has been set free.

We live in a topsy-turvy world.

If there's anything I can do...

[Elena] No. No more.

I might be a widow, but I don't want to be treated like one.

How about I take you to dinner, then?

To be honest, that's why I stopped by,

to ask you on a date.

[scoffs]

I'm too old for dating games.

Can we just skip to the part when you bring me home?

[chuckles]

I mean, we're already here.

Something bothering you?

Eh, nothing worth discussing.

Well, now I'm curious.

It's just the Dryden case.

It's a coin flip.

Mm. Like most of the work we do?

Mm-hmm. As I said,

it's not worth discussing. Your turn.

My bosses want me to do an interview for Channel Four.

About the lawsuit and the Mendozas and the Big Dig.

Hey, that's great. What's the problem?

Is a good deed still a good deed

if you run around bragging?

Yeah. 'Cause this is your career.

Being... being ambitious isn't a sin.

"When ambition ends, happiness begins."

Hey, the man who said that is a monk,

lives in an abbey, barely spoke.

All right, you are a lawyer.

A little showmanship is essential.

What if I panic or freeze up or say the wrong thing?

You know how I've been since the shooting.

Life has dropped

the worst in your lap,

and here you are winning big cases.

What does that tell you?

That I got lucky.

That you can handle anything.

Got a news flash for you, Molly.

Gravy train's over.

You can tell the upstairs maid,

you can tell the downstairs maid.

You can tell that dickhead driver,

"Best to get off at the next stop."

Slow down, Mr. Rohr.

I-I don't quite grasp what you're meaning.

Time has come for everybody in the castle

to save your own asses.

Subpoenas. Got one for each of you.

Miss Murphy, if I were you, I'd cooperate.

[Heart's "Barracuda" playing]

[engine starts]

So, this ain't the end

I saw you again today

I had to turn my heart away...

Hey, Moustafa.

What happened to the BMW?

I hated that Nazi shitbox.

I'm a red, white and blue-blooded patriot.

I drive American.

And right now, so do you. Get in.

Fuck off.

Why you getting so testy with me?

My girlfriend's 3,000 miles away because of you.

Well, you're in luck.

It's time for Victoria Dryden to come on home,

which is why I need you.

So I say again, with increasing urgency and agitation,

get in.

No deal.

But I haven't even laid out my terms.

No matter what you say, the answer will be

an emphatic no.

Miss Hofmann, are you really that confident?

Thank you for wasting my time, Counselor.

Well, before you head back to the Ponderosa,

here's an updated list of the witnesses

we plan to call at trial.

Would have been nice to get this to us a little sooner.

Apologies. We're spread a little thin here.

You know, new cases every day.

She asked for protective custody.

Jackie's handling that.

Which is what you paid him for, right?

[Hofmann] Anything Victoria says about Dominique Zanghi

will be hearsay.

The 30-second incoherent, drug-induced phone call

won't carry weight in court.

I'll make sure of that.

I doubt they'll ask about Dominique.

They don't need to.

Victoria attacks your character, we dismantle hers.

History of self-destructive behavior.

Prescription medication for mental health issues.

Might be our only viable option.

We used to fight, Victoria and I.

Sometimes I even provoked her to toughen her up.

Until now, I never realized...

...she truly hates me. [chuckles]

Sinclair...

if we're not tactical, we could lose.

Sleep on this.

I need to find Victoria.

Gotta reason with her.

In the meantime, if my wife asks about the case,

you do not mention my daughter.

Tell her that we are in...

We're in good shape.

Why?

Well, I don't want to give Letitia a reason to worry.

We need to be tactical, as you say.

- [knock on door] - Yeah?

I wanted to wish you luck on the Dryden trial,

and offer some unsolicited advice.

Oh, the best kind.

You probably think that you need to focus on the male jurors;

that women are more likely to believe women.

But the dividing line is usually age.

Right. Young people tend to identify with the victim

while old people, they think, "Grow a pair of balls, kid."

We lost a case like this back in Chicago.

Did a study to tighten up our voir dire.

During your opening and closing arguments,

aim for the gray hair.

Well, look at you being all genuine and helpful.

You said we're not a team. Fine.

But a creep like Dryden needs to be crushed.

[indistinct chatter]

[bailiff] Your Honor, we are convened today

in the matter of the Commonwealth v. Sinclair Dryden.

[judge] Mr. Ward, you may proceed

with your opening statement.

Sinclair Dryden raped women.

He drugged them, undressed them,

put a condom on his genitals,

and then he penetrated their unconscious,

unconsenting bodies.

Now, does that make you uncomfortable?

Good.

Perhaps it'll give you a sense of how his victims felt.

I mean, the man poisoned women

for his own gratification.

Why? I do not know.

But that doesn't matter.

What matters is that this happened.

You'll get to hear how it happened

step by step, straight from one of the women

whose life he infected.

Now, the defense

will most likely try to shame this woman.

Convince you that she's an opportunist, a liar,

- or even weak. - [whispers inaudibly]

Why? Because that's the easiest way

to obscure the truth.

The witness is fully aware

that she will be ridiculed

and embarrassed and harassed.

But she still wants to take the stand.

That should tell you all you need to know.

She's willing to endure more pain

just so she can stop Sinclair Dryden.

Now, we have a mountain of evidence

that will prove his guilt.

Toxicology reports, surveillance cam footage.

Sworn testimony from key figures of his staff.

Now, if all of this doesn't demonstrate

a pattern of criminal behavior beyond reasonable doubt,

Victoria Dryden-- Sinclair's own daughter--

will put her hand on a Bible

and tell you exactly

what kind of man her father is.

Let that sink in.

His own child thinks he's a sexual predator.

[screen door slams]

[Joe] You here about the lawsuit?

No. Take the money. Take the house.

Whatever else you want.

Except the model airplanes. Those are in the trash.

Then what are you doing here?

I came to say...

I'm sorry.

For hitting you. That's not who I am.

Oh, I guess you want me to apologize in return.

No. You had 30 years. You lost your chance.

Your husband told me to stay away, so I did.

Before that?

What would you like me to have said?

That I was ashamed?

I don't even know.

I went to see your son. Yeah, my brother.

Ah, he loves you.

Says you take care of him.

Which fucks me up even more.

With Junior I can be a parent.

With you, I'll always be the villain.

No, there was good, too. I remember.

Going to the playground after church.

Sledding at Whitman Park whenever there was enough snow.

Since I was 14, all I wanted was an explanation

so I could stop blaming myself.

You know, make the hurt go away.

But seeing you back at the house,

looking at you right now,

I realize that shit doesn't really go away.

I just gotta learn to live with it.

You shouldn't have done what you did, Dad.

Not to your daughter. Not to anyone.

Jennifer, if you didn't know this before,

you should know it now.

You don't need jack shit from me.

That's the first decent thing you ever said to me, Dad.

[loudly] Hello?

Letitia?

Hello?

Honey?

soft, slow music

And Theseus killed the minotaur

with his bare hands.

Due to unforeseeable circumstances,

the trial will be postponed.

This was very foreseeable, Your Honor.

The defendant never should have been granted bail.

But that's a moot point.

The defendant, he's unconscious in a hospital bed.

We can't proceed without him.

We will resume when Mr. Dryden is medically cleared

to stand trial.

Court is adjourned.

[bailiff] All rise.

I know, kid. It's fucked up.

Fucked up and more of the same.

This is what he does. He gets away.

[indistinct chatter]

- What do you got? - The notes you asked for.

Thank you.

[sighs]

[woman] Quiet on the set.

[man] Do you need a minute?

- No. I'm ready, thank you. - [woman] And in four,

three...

So, Ms. Quays, tell us the ACLU's position

on this case.

Well, unions don't exist to provide cheap labor

for corporations, or voting blocks for politicians.

They exist to protect their workers.

Which is why the construction union's inaction

is beyond unacceptable.

Hernando Mendoza was the victim of criminal negligence.

The union did nothing. They've still done nothing.

The question we need answered now is: why?

hypnotic music

[exhales sharply]

Fuck.

[Jenny] Yeah, I knew something was going on.

I'm not a total fucking idiot.

[Leticia] Well, I thought you should hear it from me.

Or him.

[Jackie] Hell hath no fury like a rich bitch

who didn't get her way.

Well, at least she had the decency

to come and tell me the truth.

Yeah, her demented version of the truth

to gaslight you and get at me.

I only told Jenny what I thought she'd want to hear.

Nothing more.

I'm finished, so I'll leave.

Don't come looking for me

or I'll get a restraining order.

You knew what your boss was doing to those poor girls

- and you still went to work. - [door closes]

Well, no, no, that-that was because...

You wanted to keep fucking his wife.

There's no denying I'm a piece of shit,

so I will resist the urge

to talk my way back into your graces.

You sure?

You don't want to tell me some story about

something your mom did to fuck you up?

You're always hiding behind your stories.

Yeah. Being with you day after day,

I hear the same shit over and over.

- No surprises. - No surprises, Jen.

I could say the same fucking thing about you.

I have a brother.

I saw my father again, and I slept with someone.

You did what?

I slept with someone.

Out of spite.

But also 'cause I wanted to.

- Who? - Doesn't matter who.

I disagree.

He's who I think he is, right?

- Right. - Well,

there's a twist.

You're just as big a piece of shit as I am.

Yep.

We're fuckin' perfect for each other.

[scoffs] I'll pack a bag.

Mine's already packed.

I need out of this house.

[victory music playing]

- [cheers and applause] -

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you.

[cheering continues]

I want to thank each of you for your help,

your support, your hard work,

and most importantly, your votes! Ha, ha!

[cheers and applause]

[applause continues]

Thank you.

Very well done, sir.

[indistinct chatter]

Good job at the Dryden trial.

There was no trial. The defendant is comatose.

Because you were gonna win. Sinclair knew that.

Surrendered. Sliced open the underbelly.

Seppuku.

Ahh.

[Decourcy] All those years working with him,

collaborating on the same cases,

you didn't know what he was doing?

No. But even if I did, knowing isn't enough.

You could have done some digging.

Could've found some proof, like we did.

Yeah, well, everything worked out

sweet as sugar in the end.

And good news,

I'm appointing you interim District Attorney.

Why?

- That's really your response? - That's really my response.

Because you're good at this, Decourcy.

You're fierce and fearless,

and committed to doing the right thing.

You're a massive ache in the ass,

but there's no denying you were built for this job.

I agree.

[chuckles]

Something you should learn.

Being in charge means you're always gonna

piss someone off.

Every decision makes this person happy

and that person miserable.

I have no doubt you will excel at the second part.

You know, I find myself wondering

how Sinclair knew so much

about our investigation.

Felt like he had someone on the inside

feeding him information every step of the way.

I intend to look into that.

[indistinct chatter]

[door closes]

[rapid scrubbing]

Thought you had a date tonight.

I did.

But I left.

Walked out of the restaurant and came straight here.

Why would you do that?

You know, we get bugs when you don't clean the stove.

Duly noted.

Chris, I'm sorry.

But after Russ Wallace and-and Hank Signa

and the funerals and the fuckin' bagpipes,

I just... I got scared,

and I took the easy way out.

And all that stuff should have made me

hold onto you tighter.

And I think we should try again.

[dramatic music playing on TV]

[door shuts loudly]

- You said no? - Julietta, please.

Mom asked to be a family again, and you said no?

Sweetheart, we're still a family.

No, we're not, thanks to you!

- Aiden's right. - Wait.

- Give me a chance... - [door opens]

[door slams]

[sighs]

Ah, Miss Rohr, so sorry for the wait.

Been a busy day.

So, what can I do for you?

I have a brother. A half brother.

He's in a mental health facility.

He's been there for years,

and I would like to become his legal guardian.

When I said I wanted to buy you dinner

to celebrate your life-changing promotion,

this isn't quite what I had in mind.

I was craving shrimp lo mein.

[sighs] Lo mein is what you normally eat.

I figured we could do something special.

Look, I'm happy. Deliriously happy.

But if I start thinking I'm special

because of what I do, that would just make me a dickhead.

Well, I feel special on your behalf.

[Decourcy] Here, let me run out and grab the food.

[glass shatters]

You got a mouth on you, Ms. Quays.

Talking shit about the construction union on TV.

Words don't work with you.

So how do I get you to take me seriously?

Drop it.

- Drop it. - [crowbar clangs]

Now leave, or I will kill you.

All right.

Next time, I'll bring mine.

That's enough, Decourcy.

- How many times? - I don't know.

How many times did that man threaten you?

I don't know.

- More than once? - Yes.

And you never told me?

- Oh, I couldn't. - Why? Why, Siobhan?

I understand why you lied about Lulu, but this?

Why would you bring up Lulu?

Because I don't like being left in the dark,

- especially by you. - There are things

that I need to handle myself.

And with all the bullshit that's happened,

I was worried you'd run off and do something reckless.

Reckless? Reckless?

What, you don't trust my judgment?

Was I wrong?

Decourcy, you almost shot that man.

Yes.

And I would've to protect you.

[shaky breath]

You know, when I first started at the Bureau,

you-you took a bunch of us out drinking.

[chuckles] You must've downed, like, six whiskeys

in the first 30 minutes,

but if you were fucked up, you kept that to yourself.

[scoffs]

End of the night,

you gave us this speech

about how we were gonna see a lot of bad shit.

And how, when the worst of the worst happens,

pretty much everyone asks

the same three questions.

First, why me?

It's a reflex to the pain.

Uh, we think if, uh, we understand

how something happened,

that the pain will go away.

But then, we take it up a notch.

"Why, God?"

It's desperate. It's existential.

And the third and final question:

What's for breakfast?

[scoffs]

No matter how horrible the atrocity,

people always forget.

They move on.

They adapt.

It's how we survive,

and it's why bad shit...

keeps happening.

But you told us

that we weren't allowed to ask that third question.

That our job was to never forget,

to-to never stop,

'cause what we do is too important.

So we keep going,

when everybody else is at home hugging their families.

And eating fucking quiche.

[scoffs]

Your wife is gone.

Your daughter is gone.

But I'm here.

And I'm gonna be here in this chair

every fucking day

until I drag your ass to prison or to the fucking morgue.

And I know you can hear me in there.

So fuck you for not responding.

"Whipping Post" by The Allman Brothers Band

I've been run down

I've been lied to

And I don't know why

I let that mean woman make me a fool

She took all my money

Wrecks my new car

Now she's with one of my good time buddies

They're drinking in some crosstown bar

Sometimes I feel

Sometimes I feel

Like I've been tied to the whipping post

Tied to the whipping post

Tied to the whipping post

Good Lord, I feel like I'm dying