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♪♪

[Jackie]

Hey!

You find that AK-47 yet?

Oh, okay,

so I'm the asshole

for pushing a little

ballistics test through.

These things take time,

Jackie.

I'm just saying,

it shouldn't be too hard,

even for a state trooper

to find an AK-47

in fuckin' Massachusetts.

A foreign-made AK-47,

because I haven't seen an AK

since the weatherman

read the wind wrong,

but what the fuck

do I know?

I'm just the asshole.

You make a salient point.

-Yeah.

-Yeah.

You're just the asshole.

Hey, say what you want,

he hasn't fucked us yet.

That's a big word:

"yet."

[indistinct chatter]

[sighs]

Oh, hey. Junior.

Nice work on that

church shooting.

How many of those killers

you put away already?

Oh, that's right.

None.

Fuck off.

You think kissing ass

over here

is going to keep anyone

from realizing

that you got nothing

on that fucking church case?

You're not DCU anymore.

You can't just bullshit

your way through.

What, you mean like you?

-[scoffs]

-I hear you got CIs

that feed you

nothing but bullshit.

I also hear that your bosses

are sick of your bullshit.

The great Jackie Rohr.

-[elevator dings]

-He's got no "roar" left.

[chuckles]

You going down, fuckface?

I'm going up, dry balls.

♪ soft synth music plays ♪

-[pushing button]

-[elevator dings]

[kids giggling, chattering]

[sniffles]

[sighs]

[clears throat]

Uhhh!

[car door shuts]

Hey. What are you doing?

-Hi, Uncle Jimmy.

-Hey. Pass-- pass me the ball.

Pass me the ball.

Come on. Oh! Oh!

God hates me.

Huh?

It's a long day, I'm tired.

What do you want?

You haven't heard?

The staties found

an armored car.

Lynn Marsh.

What do you care?

You weren't involved

with anything there.

It's strange, is all.

Tommy goes in front

of the grand jury,

-Tommy walks--

-Don't bring up Tommy right now.

-Huh?

-I said,

you don't need

to bring up Tommy.

How did Tommy not get bagged

like Sheik?

Because Tommy knows

how to stand up,

and Sheik took a shot

at the DA.

So you-- you're not even

slightly worried here?

Do you know what the difference

is between me and you, Jimmy?

Eleven months

and six inches.

When I do something,

I do it right

so that I'm not

sitting around worried

and looking like you

right now.

You remember...

remember Luke?

Luke Lowe?

[laughing] He had that one arm

longer than the other?

Luke Lowe? Remember him?

Luke Lowe.

Stole your bike.

Stole my bike.

I was ten years old.

And what did you do?

You want down

to Sackville Street

and you beat the fucking shit

out of him.

And?

And I got my bike back.

Who gets your bike back,

Frankie? Huh? Hey...

Listen to me.

What if--

What if we just

get out of here?

All of us, you know?

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Where should we go, Jimmy?

I don't know.

I don't know.

We'll just go.

Just while this grand jury thing

dies down.

Yeah? You know what?

I'm just going to pull

the kids out of school

and spend money

I don't have

so that you can feel better

about yourself.

None of the money's left?

Huh? What do you need?

You need more money?

No. You need more money.

What if we hit another one?

Please.

I'm going back to sleep.

Just fucking

hear me out, okay?

-No. No.

-Just fucking let me--

Not another

goddamn word.

Sitting here saying

you want to help?

Bullshit!

Bullshit, Jimmy!

Dad? You okay?

[Jimmy]

Hey, sweetheart.

It's-- he's--

that's what uncles are for,

so he can get pissed at me

instead of you.

Hey, we're just

fooling around.

-[lips smack]

-I'm sorry.

All right?

[indistinct chatter]

[soft piano music playing]

Did you tell anybody

I reached out?

There's a reason

the cops talk to me, Salvie.

I'm not in the habit of

tellin' 'em who my friends are.

This is strictly

off the record.

I don't want to read a story

quoting unnamed sources

or any of that bullshit.

I'm giving you a string.

You need to pull the thing

yourself.

[sighs]

Some of the shit we did.

We all got a higher power

we answer to, right?

Well, somehow I let mine

be...a co-worker.

The guy's all charisma,

season tickets, do no wrong,

while being all kind

of asshole.

Started slow.

We got a little too chummy

with the informants

and lazy

with the paperwork.

Next thing you know,

there's a case of wine

delivered to my house

with a grand in cash

tucked inside.

Boom. Bought and paid for

before you can

say a prayer.

Decades of good

police work.

Stellar reputation, and...

[sighs]

I'm leaving you with a name.

You said "we".

What if I dig up

something on you?

You know I won't reveal you

as a source.

But I tickle the wire

and there's something on you,

no promises.

Salvie...

what are you after here?

Nothing.

Maybe peace of mind.

Maybe a good night's sleep.

[door opens and closes]

Oh, smells great, Ma.

Been thinking about

your lasagna all day.

In class,

in the library.

[mother] Ooh, I like your hair.

Shelby did a good job.

Oh, thanks.

Hey, where's Bennie?

She eat already?

She didn't come home

after school.

Oh, shit.

What's the problem?

You and she have plans?

You going to do homework

together, or what?

She's been a little off

more and more lately.

You think

she's all right?

[Jackie]

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

She's fine.

She's not a baby no more.

Besides, you're not

around anyway.

You're too busy

doing whatever.

Bettering yourself,

or whatever that is.

I got a right to ask.

You want me to put

an APB out on our daughter?

Huh? Or maybe...

maybe Father Doyle

should find her.

[utensils clatter]

I gotta go

meet somebody.

[chuckles]

Oh, I'm done

with the bunch of ya.

[sighs]

Can't even fucking threaten me

like a decent fucking human?

This is me being nice.

It's called civility.

If I tell you

what I have,

you're just going to call me

a fucking liar.

Enough with the fucking

prologue, Jimmy.

[sighs]

That bar,

the Ebb Tide.

I don't know where

the guns come from

or how they get

brought in.

But the bartender...

he sells them to a shine who

works for the gas company.

Oh, blaming a person of color.

That's original.

You think I'm fucking lying?

How many fucking

persons of color

you think they got fucking

checking meters in Revere?

If you're lying,

next time, there's no threat.

I-I-Is that human enough

for you?

Fucking knucklehead.

[sighs]

-Leonard Jensen?

-[Jackie, on phone] Yeah.

Works for the gas company.

What do you say tomorrow we pay

a little visit to his employer?

-I'm there.

-Nighty night.

[phone beeps off]

How'd you do

with the forensics?

Surprisingly,

things are going our way.

They pulled a fragment

embedded in the roof

of the armored car.

The lab test results point

towards an assault rifle.

AK-47.

Jesus. Those guards

must be dead.

Well, Jackie Rohr has a lead

on who might have sold the gun.

We find the AK,

we're that much closer

to putting the killers away.

You know, I can't wrap my head

around how Charlestown

practically voted for Nixon,

you know, law and order,

and yet they glorify that

"code of silence" nonsense.

It's tribalism, babe.

I mean, it doesn't have

to make sense, you know?

People protect their own.

Hmm.

Feeling okay?

Uh...yeah, yeah.

Do I look okay?

I'm not talking

about how you look.

You just...seem different.

Not by yards,

by centimeters.

- Uh...

- Hmm.

Y-You know that BPD captain,

Shag Lewis?

Mm-hmm.

He's coming in tomorrow

to see my bosses

to talk about Fields.

I swear, he's one

of the people

trying to undermine

the coalition.

No. No, no, no.

I spoke with him.

He's in total support

of what you're doing.

-Is he?

-Uh-huh.

-You trust him?

-Yeah.

I don't trust anyone

that easily.

Even you had to earn

that privilege.

[chuckles]

Mrs. Roach,

I'm Michaela Freda

from the Phoenix.

I'm looking for your son.

His parole officer

gave me this address.

He don't live here.

Your son is a rat.

Do you know that?

For the FBI.

-I don't believe you.

-And yet, you do.

You know the kind of man

you raised.

[music playing on TV]

What the fuck, Ma?

You're lower than pond scum.

You a cop?

No, I'm a reporter.

I want to ask you

a few questions.

A couple weeks ago, you were

charged with shooting a cop.

That case was broomed.

Yeah, and I'm curious to hear

how that happened.

I mean, it's not every day

that a sergeant

changes his story on the stand.

Maybe Minogue

was lying all along.

Well, maybe the FBI pulled some

serious strings to get you off.

Which makes sense,

seeing as your file's sealed.

I've been doing this long enough

to know that's a rat red flag.

I'm-- I'm trying to watch

a movie here.

I don't want to do a story

about some paid miscreant.

Why don't you give me something

off the record?

Just tell me who you're dealing

with at the feds.

The ghost of J. Edgar Hoover.

[laughs]

Okay, you are hilarious.

But if I were

to break a story

about the junkie skell who shot

a Boston cop and got off

'cause he's paying for dope

with fed informant money.

I didn't shoot Stevie Burke.

Trey Leeds did.

-And he's dead.

-And that doesn't matter.

You know and I know,

I write that article,

there's going to be

a whole lot of people

looking to throw you

a Southie blanket party.

All right,

[clears throat]

you want a name?

Talk to that DA

who let me off.

Ward.

[Roach] He made a deal

with the devil.

A four-star fuck-me-in-the-ass

devil. Come on.

♪ dramatic music plays ♪

[turns TV on]

[chattering on TV]

[door opens and closes]

Fuck.

Where are ya?

[Jenny]

Living room!

-[chuckling]

-Hiya, Sue.

I brought cannoli

from Mike's Pastry.

Oh, thank you.

-Your ma home?

-No, she's at bingo.

-Aw.

-Have a seat.

The old neighborhood...

looks old.

[Jenny chuckles]

You still going to MCC

for classes, right?

Get that teaching degree?

Yeah, but I feel bad

about spending the money.

You think Jackie

feels bad spending?

But I'm taking a big risk.

You know, it's gonna take years

to get a degree.

And then, you know,

who's going to want to hire me?

What are you going to do

instead?

Suffer till you croak?

[sighs]

Uh, that's not the reason

I asked you over.

Uh, there's something else.

You got a daughter

the same age as mine.

Mm-hmm.

Is she disappearing

all the time?

She was.

Well, how'd you get her

to listen to you?

Easy. I didn't try.

We sent her to Dana Hall,

an academy for girls

over in Wellesley.

Shit, I can't do that. I--

There is something.

Huh.

Your husband.

He's a classy guy.

Yeah.

Leonard Jensen is a fuckup.

This is not a race thing,

this is a fuckup thing.

He's assigned to Roxbury.

Whatever he's buying at a bar

in Revere Beach,

that's extracurricular.

So you just give us his route,

his history.

Pretty sure you need

a warrant.

Likely we do.

Sadly, we don't

have one.

Now, I could go get

a court order,

or you could just

point us in the right direction

and go take a leak.

Uh-huh.

While I'm gone,

I was you,

I wouldn't look

in those top drawers

where I keep

the personnel files

and the home addresses,

et cetera.

How much of what we've done

in the last 24 hours is illegal?

I'm sure you've heard

the phrase,

"Better to let a thousand

guilty men go

than one innocent suffer."

[Decourcy]

Yeah. Increase Mather.

I went to law school too.

But he said that after they hung

the witches in Salem.

From injustice came the way

to describe justice.

Only when you've seen one

can you shape the other.

That's an excellent

justification.

[Jackie]

Hello, Leonard.

[Decourcy]

Hey, I'll put a tail on him.

[Hank]

Who said this to you?

Skank.

Scanlon. K9 officer.

He asked you that?

Oh...[snorts]...

he didn't have to ask.

I could see how

he was looking at me,

all kind of squinty-eyed,

just trying to put

the pieces together.

And I'm like,

just fucking ask, okay?

I've been asked enough.

What are you?

All right, Jensen's on the move.

Let's go.

[starts engine]

♪ dramatic music plays ♪

Captain Lewis has done us

a huge favor.

He's informed us

about bad acts

committed by one

of your pro bono clients,

Reverend Fields.

Are there charges pending?

Not yet.

The good reverend has been part

of the community for decades.

No one's life

gets sweeter

if these accusations

become public.

Thank you for your courtesy,

Captain.

You need to interview the women

in this file immediately.

I will. I'll handle this.

[man]

You've said that before.

Enjoying your

heart attack sub?

You take home a K9 officer

people call Skank,

and you want to lecture me

on my gastrointestinal choices?

I didn't take him home, okay?

He asked if I was Lebanese.

I said goodbye.

At first you had me convinced

you were genuine Italian.

Yeah, well, you pile up

your hair with Aqua Net

and throw on some

hoop earrings... [scoffs]

no one looks at you

any different.

♪ dramatic music plays ♪

[Hank]

There we go.

Let's go in.

Not without a warrant.

[shutter clicks]

[Eloise]

You can say you want a haircut.

Yeah, me wantin' a haircut

in Roxbury?

You'd be styling

in a hi-top fade.

Do you remember any of these

nightmares you're having?

-Pieces of them.

-Like what?

Bodies.

Bodies?

You're having nightmares

about dead bodies?

Yeah, I guess.

Mmm. Have you had a death

in the family?

-Not really.

-Not really?

What does that mean?

Are you afraid

of something, Catherine?

-What frightens you?

-I don't know.

[sighs] Well,

what do you do for fun?

-What makes you happy?

-I like to draw.

Oh. Would you draw

a picture for me?

♪ dramatic music plays ♪

[turns off engine]

[Eloise]

That's Jensen's house.

[girl]

Daddy.

[shutters click]

This guy risked all

this nice stuff right here.

For what?

How do you think he got

the nice stuff?

What, no way someone

who isn't white

could work hard to earn

a life legitimately?

Skank really got to you, huh?

Well, he just--

He just...

made me think,

you know?

I mean, my parents sent me

to America, to school...

when I was ten.

They came here in the '70s

from Iran,

and one day they didn't

have a country.

But here?

They made a living.

Persians are really good

at making money.

But what do I do?

I get a job working

with the county,

for the security.

And after a while, the pertinent

question becomes...

what am I?

So, yeah.

I have a little compassion

for this jizz-bag's daughter

who's going to have

to go through life...

explaining who she is.

Well, I hope you're happy.

You've sucked every

ounce of joy

out of ruining

this bastard's day.

[scoffs]

Oh, I'll still enjoy it.

[woman]

Miss Bullock is here for you.

I have to get him

to daycare.

I appreciate that

you're willing to talk.

You know you don't

have to.

Yes, I do.

Okay.

So, why'd you wait

to come forward?

Hayley?

Take Kyle to the kitchen,

get him anything he wants.

That okay?

Come on, Kyle.

How old is he?

Six.

-Do you have kids?

-No.

I'm a good singer.

Uh, yeah,

you were in the choir.

I had talent.

I was given a couple of solos.

I don't think the old ladies

liked it,

the reverend picking out

this young girl.

But I was good.

One day, I was maybe 16,

there was this little room

off the entrance

of the church basement.

Type of place you hang

your bag and coat.

The old ladies were jealous,

so I would go down there

to be alone when we took breaks.

This one day,

Fields finds me there.

And I think,

"Someone I can talk to.

Someone who will understand."

But he don't talk to me.

He just stands there...

staring.

Big old smile on his face.

I knew somethin'.

I don't know what I knew.

[sniffles]

I tried to leave,

and he blocked the door.

He physically

kept you back?

He folded his arms, aggressive,

like, "You're going nowhere."

I was trapped.

I went down there

to be alone.

I was alone then,

you know?

Fields told me he wouldn't

let me out of the room

until the pretty girl

sang a song for him.

Sang a song?

Yeah.

He wanted me

to sing him a song.

What'd you do? Scream?

No. I sang him a song.

♪ I stand ♪

♪ Amazed ♪

♪ In the presence ♪

♪ Of Jesus the Nazarene ♪

♪ And wonder how ♪

♪ He could love me ♪

♪ A sinner condemned,

unclean ♪

[door closes]

[whistles]

Tough day?

You were right.

Is that why you look

so miserable?

Don't try to be cute.

Not now.

What was I right about?

That I can't.

Not anymore.

Fields?

There was another

accusation.

They bring charges

this time?

No, because he's smart.

This girl was 16.

She's got a kid now,

raising him on her own.

I mean, this is a woman.

But when she talked

about him,

I could tell that she went

back to that moment.

Fields made her

sing a song for him.

-Was that all?

-That's plenty.

A man doesn't have to grab

your boobs to be intimidating,

to be frightening,

to make you feel like

you're worth nothing.

You know what she said?

That day was the first time

she had to think about life

as predator and prey,

to wonder why

he singled her out,

what about her came off

as weak.

That's why he believed

he could do what he did.

A predator.

That's who I've tried to make

the face of our cause.

I can't work

with him anymore.

Hey.

Baby.

Slit his throat.

What?

It's like you said.

Fields isn't the coalition.

You've been developing alliances

with other pastors.

Use those alliances

to push him aside.

Fields says he doesn't mind

being crucified.

I'm Pontius Pilate or Judas?

[chuckles]

I love you.

Good and bad.

Now, you got a little

bad in you.

Same as me.

Hey, hey, hey.

You want to come

to bed?

I still need a minute.

[plays notes]

[humming]

What the fuck

is this about?

The gasman. Jensen.

Little Leonard.

He takes the guns

from Revere

and he moves them

down to Roxbury.

We arrested him

a little while ago.

He won't talk. He won't tell us

where he keeps the guns.

[Hank]

Who his partners are.

Considering you went

to so much trouble

bailing out your CI

in Bromley Heath,

we thought you'd want

to join the fun.

Oh, so now my help

is good enough for you.

None of this

is about you, asshole.

Oh, yeah?

What's it about, Hank?

Decourcy trusts you.

God knows why,

but he does.

And if you hurt him,

you play the hero

and fuck this up for him,

I swear on my child's eyes

you will fucking hurt, brother.

[laughs]

When the fuck did you start

giving a fuck?

I told Kick's teacher I didn't

want you talking to my daughter.

Catherine came in my office

voluntarily.

Please, have a seat.

These nightmares are caused,

I believe,

by a repressed trauma.

Has there been

a death in the family?

Why would you ask that?

She mentioned

seeing bodies.

Now, this could be

grief over a death.

A grandparent,

an aunt, an uncle.

No one that I know of.

My parents died years ago,

and both Frankie's folks

are still alive.

So is her uncle.

Then-- then none of this

makes sense.

Then what the fuck

am I doing here?

Because of this drawing

she did.

Any idea what it means?

[tires screech]

[rock music blaring

over car radio]

Jackie, the fuck?

I'm in a hurry.

Oh, the most lenient

parole officer

in the entire fucking city

is suddenly in a hurry.

What, do you got your boyfriend

waiting or something?

I got to hand-hold some moolie

taking a piss test.

Think I need you

in my face right now?

-Where's Roach?

-[scoffs]

Hey, he's long been

your problem, Jackie.

What, you don't look in

on your ward?

I just tell them he's working

for the FBI,

so he might be dead.

-Uh-huh.

-You gonna move, or not?

I don't want to go down to

Roxbury to try to find this kid.

-Come on.

-Ask me if I give a fuck.

You really want

to do this?

With me?

Jackie, you think you're

the only one with a brain?

I got tabs on every

drug test

that Izzie asked me

to switch out.

I got my pension time.

Do you?

Are you going

to move, or what?

♪ dramatic music plays ♪

-You know who that is?

-Nope.

That's Michaela Freda,

from the Phoenix.

Doesn't care

who she pisses off.

That story on the FBI fucking up

the narcotics paperwork? Hers.

Sergeant.

It's good

to see you again,

You never told me whether

Stuart had rocks in his pockets

when he jumped off

the Tobin.

Oh, Stuart's old news,

especially now that your story

jammed up the FBI narcotics lab.

Troopers in the state lab

are grateful for the overtime.

You owe me a scoop.

Or you could introduce me

to the new hotshot ADA.

Decourcy Ward.

I'm interested

into how and why

your cop-shooting case

went belly up.

You friends with Clay Roach

or something?

We're on our way to a meeting.

Good to see you, Michaela.

Well, maybe I should talk

to Junior Minogue,

since he was the cop

to swivel on the stand.

Maybe you're curious too

why he did.

That's my pager.

Is she someone

I need to worry about?

Oh, yeah.

Even the mayor crosses the

street when he sees her coming.

[water running]

No. Come on.

We're taking a bath.

-Let's go.

-I don't want to!

Yeah, I know

you don't want to. Let's go.

You stink. Come on.

-You stink!

-Me?

-I stink?

-You stink!

You, you're done.

You're finished.

[giggles]

-Dad! The water's freezing.

- Yeah?

You're not getting

out of this, pal.

No, the water's cold.

[water running]

[feet stomping]

The boiler shit the bed.

Please call a plumber.

Yeah, and pay him

with what?

We need hot water.

I'm gonna go fix it.

You can't fix everything.

Well, I'm gonna

go down there,

maybe I just put my mouth

around the pipe.

Give it a shot.

[tools clattering]

Where'd you get that?

Your school counselor.

[Frankie]

Cocksucking motherfuck!

-[sighs]

-[tools clatter]

It's-- Your father's

losing his mind. Look...

[sighs]

...what is this about?

You can't

figure it out?

You asked

to see that shrink?

-Yeah.

-Why?

What'd you two

talk about?

Nothing. He's a twerp.

He said you were afraid.

I don't know, Ma.

Do you think I never

been afraid?

Hmm?

-When I was a little girl...

-[Frankie] Fuck!

the Boston Strangler

broke out of jail, all right?

And even after they caught him,

I was so scared,

I couldn't go to sleep

until Grandpa got home.

Hey!

-What, honey?

-Nothin'.

-Catherine, I'm trying to--

-Please, Ma. I'm tired.

[Frankie]

Motherfuck!

[sighs]

[tools clanging]

[door closes]

You find

your informant?

Not yet.

Losing your grip,

Jackie boy?

Well, this is an old lesson

about life.

There's no accounting

for human beings.

I have some of my finest

colleagues looking for him.

Waiting on a call.

Michaela Freda.

What about her?

She's snooping around,

asking about the cop shooting.

But you never did tell me

how you got Minogue

to nuance

his testimony.

Well, you know.

Truth is, bullshit is bullshit.

Who remembers?

But don't sweat Michaela.

We got a barracuda to fry.

Yeah.

You want to take a guess

how many murders there were

in Roxbury this year?

-Gun murders?

-Not a clue.

No humans involved, right?

-That's low, even for me.

-You know, I, uh--

I looked up the facts

after we arrested the gasman.

Forty-five dead on the year.

Most young, male, black.

All I could think was,

any of those 45 dead

black kids

could have been me.

I'd just be another

statistic.

Shit, I am a statistic.

I'm the one lone black

male prosecutor

in a Suffolk County

DA's office.

And I'm sitting here

working triple overtime

to find the killers

of three white guards.

You know, I was reading

this thing about Lincoln.

You know, everybody thinks of

him like as this idealistic god.

but the truth is is that Abe

was a master politician,

He was like Roosevelt,

but without the money.

He knew how to work

the levers,

how to reward those

that did what he wanted,

and punish those

that didn't.

The rest of it,

eh, it's just a story

we tell ourselves.

Yeah?

You know, last night I said

the same thing to Siobhan.

No one's wholly innocent.

Hmm.

Or wholly guilty.

At least I hope not.

Otherwise, I won't be

well remembered.

You had to mention Lincoln,

though?

Literally I just

read that.

This is going

to be an adventure.

You ready?

-[sighs]

-[water sloshes]

-Dad!

-Yeah?

The water's still cold.

Oh, yeah?

You can't handle the cold?

You sit in the tub.

[sighs]

I did when I was your age.

Your uncle and I

wanted to be frogmen

more than anything else

in the entire world.

We'd take cold baths and see who

could stay in there the longest.

I could be a frogman.

Yeah. Absolutely,

you could.

It's not going to be

like this forever.

[man and woman

arguing indistinctly]

[door squeaks open]

You know last time

I was in Roxbury?

Not now. I'm sick.

What, these other shitbags

don't take care of you?

There's no honor

anymore.

[gasps]

I'm going to go

into fucking shock.

I figured this might

be the case.

[groans]

[pills rattle]

Leonard Jensen.

Where does he store

the guns?

No, Jackie, seriously,

I'm going to die.

Then, please,

let me help you.

I tell you about the guns, I'm--

I'm done. I'm no good to you.

I. Don't. Care.

W-Well, that--

that's it?

That's-- that's all

my loyalty gets me?

Okay.

[sniffles]

After.

Help me and I'll talk,

and after I'll--

I'll-- I'll be done.

For your troubles.

Actually, last time

I was in Roxbury

was a couple of years ago.

I took my daughter

to the zoo.

Yeah, and this black bastard

comes up to me,

sticks a zip gun

right in my side,

asks for my shoes.

Gucci loafers.

Brand-new.

And my daughter,

I don't want her to see this.

She's over there

watching the monkeys, right?

So I take off the shoes

and I give them to the guy.

Later, she notices

and she says to me,

"Dad, what happened

to your shoes?"

I told her the monkeys

took 'em.

[laughs]

Made her day.

[sighs]

So where does Jensen

store the guns?

[sighs]

Know what, Jack?

Fuck you.

-Hmm.

-[laughs]

[sighs]

[sneezing, gagging]

[sniffles]

Do you think I'm fucking

stupid?

Oh! What was that?

Nothing that'll kill you.

Just weaker

than you need.

I won't ask you again,

you fuck.

[sighs and sniffles]

Jackie, these--

These niggers won't just

blow my brains out.

So you want a chance to run?

I'm offering you one.

But you play games,

and I'm going to leave you here.

And if you survive the night,

I'm gonna throw your ass

in Walpole.

You think you'll do

okay in there? Huh?

All on your own?

So af-af-after everything,

you cut me loose?

What are we, friends?

Uh...

[sniffles]

Apar--

[clears throat]

Apartment 317, Building 4.

Okay.

I need more.

So do I.

Keep talking.

[Bill Clinton, on TV]

I debate Jerry's tax,

because I agree with the

New York Daily News columnist

who said it was the biggest

rip-off of working people

in the history

of American politics.

-It was a terrible idea, but...

-[audience applauds]

Oh, are you a Jerry Brown man,

Decourcy?

The only one talking about

taking money from the rich,

so, yeah.

Not because

he wants to put

Reverend Jesse Jackson

on the ticket?

I'm not the biggest fan

of reverends at the moment.

And why is that?

-He means Fields.

-What?

Why?

-What happened?

-[sighs]

Women are

accusing him.

And you

believe them?

Yeah, Mom, I do.

He came onto me.

[man]

Wait, what happened?

[Siobhan]

I handled him fine.

[man]

No. Siobhan, what did he do?

What I went through is nothing

compared to the other women.

Well, this accusation

hurts all of us.

You don't think he should

take responsibility

for what he's done?

There are things you have to do

sometimes for the cause.

[Siobhan] So I should preserve

his reputation for the greater

good?

Close my eyes, lie,

for the greater good?

Fields isn't perfect.

Are you?

-Are you?

-That's not the problem.

What's the problem,

Decourcy?

The problem is that

we marginalize ourselves

every time we bring the subject

back to race.

The coalition's not about race.

It's about justice.

Y-You make race the problem

and not something

that's more inclusive,

then we'll always

be defined as black.

All right?

So for the cause,

hey, all due respect,

it's not the same battle.

You have no idea

what I've been through.

You think things

are bad now?

When the Civil Rights Movement

was fully--

There we go.

Yeah, that's right.

Here I go.

Mom...

[sighs]

Well, there are debates,

-and there are debates.

-Mom, wait a minute.

[door opens]

Bye.

[door closes]

I thought you'd learn by now

how to speak

to my mother.

Well, since we're

asking questions,

were you ever going to tell me

about what Fields did to you?

He didn't do anything.

Just paid too much attention,

made an inappropriate comment.

The other day,

you said I earned your trust.

-Yes.

-What else don't you tell me?

Excuse me?

No, you know...

you got another part

of your life, that's fine.

That's fine.

I understand.

[rock music playing

on radio]

[dials]

[rings]

[rock music playing over phone]

Hmm?

[snorts]

Why are you up this late?

Why are you?

Found the rat at the apartment

where the guns are being stored.

Bromley Heath, Building 4,

Apartment 317.

Well, I'll get the warrant.

Yeah, and get your boss to agree

and we'll go to town

on these bastards.

[sighs]

Hey, can I ask you something?

Yeah, sure.

Do you ever get tired

of the shit?

You ever read Macbeth?

I'm so far in,

it would take just as long

to turn back.

Nighty night.

[phone beeps off]

The guns are in the apartment

at Bromley Heath.

Hank Signa's organizing

a raid at dawn.

I was you, I'd bring in

the Youth Violence Strike Force,

BPD, they, uh--

they organize this group

to, uh-- to deal with the gangs.

And they could

use a break.

Well, these guys can be

a part of the bust

as long as they understand the

state troopers call the shots.

Yeah, you're going to like

these Strike Force guys. Okay?

-Yeah?

-Yeah, yeah.

They're just like you.

They want to change the world.

[chuckles]

[Michaela] Why two versions

of the same story?

Clay Roach shot your partner.

Trey Leeds shot your partner.

Which is which?

[Minogue] You want answers,

you fucking bitch? Huh?

Look in your diary, back when

you were fucking a certain fed

to get on the front page.

[Michaela]

Counselor.

[Decourcy]

Chris Caysen around?

Yo, Cap.

You got a gentleman caller.

Decourcy Ward?

Indeed I am.

Good to see

Minogue's calmed down.

Yeah, he has his uses.

Scares children.

We take him out onto the street,

tell kids they don't cooperate,

we'll let him

out of his cage.

What's going on here?

Is that what you guys do

down here?

We let the players know

we're not going anywhere.

Makes doing their business hard.

They want us gone,

stop shooting each other.

Jeez, who'd you piss off

to get this assignment?

No one.

I'm here on my own choosing.

Eleven-year-old girl

sitting on a mailbox.

Tiffany Moore.

Two stray bullets.

You were there?

I saw enough.

What?

-This Bromley Heath gun thing.

-Yeah?

Last time I was over there,

they shot my partner.

-Who's "they"?

-I want to be first in.

[Chris] I-- I'll take your

request under consideration.

Yeah, you consider.

I'm first man in.

Hey--

Fucking asshole.

So, I assume

you're willing to work

with the state troopers

on this raid.

Don't assume.

You sat with all those

other pinstripes

on the St. Clair Commission.

Looking down from your pedestal

at us lowly cops.

I never called cops lowly.

There's a caste system

in this town.

White, black, lawyer, cop,

pilgrim, Injun.

Before we come together,

you have to prove you see me and

the men I work with as equal.

[laughs]

Now that's ironic.

My brother's a cop.

NYPD.

He was sitting in his patrol car

protecting a witness house.

He was ambushed.

Nearly died.

Uh-huh.

[laughs]

Was this the same day

your dad marched with Dr. King?

I'm a detective, Ward.

I check out the people

I'm going to be dealing with.

I do too.

Hmm?

You thought Charles Stuart

was innocent

even after he jumped.

If you're always right,

you're doing something wrong.

-Who said that?

-I did.

My men are a team.

Let us do what we do.

Troopers can be backup.

Hank Signa

will understand.

Okay.

And for the record,

my brother really is a cop.

♪ dramatic music plays ♪

[man on radio]

All units stand by.

S.O.U. is in position.

[woman on radio]

10-54, code one.

Repeat, 10-54, code one.

Stand by.

[man on radio]

S.O.U. is moving in.

Repeat, S.O.U. is moving in.

[woman on radio]

All backup units,

be in position.

Code 1-10.

[man on radio]

Marauders in place.

Move in.

[television blaring]

Oh, fuck, it's the police!

-[gunfire]

-Aah!

[officer]

Drop the gun! Drop the gun!

[moaning]

-[officer] Drop the gun!

-Officer down!

[man on radio] Shots fired.

Officer down. Officer down.

[woman on radio]

All units, we have a 10-57.

Move into designated

support positions.

10-57 in progress.

[man on radio]

Stand by EMTs.

Support units,

we have a 10-55.

Officer down, officer down.

-Show me your hands!

-Don't shoot.

-Keep your hands up. Don't move.

-Show me your hands!

-Down, down!

-Don't shoot me!

-Don't shoot.

-Keep your hands up.

[man on radio]

Attention all units.

S.O.U. Command reports

all suspects subdued,

need transport vehicles

to assigned location.

[woman on radio]

EMS bus on location,

awaiting transport

of injured.

[Minogue groaning]

[breathing heavily]

D.O.A., Captain.

[man on radio]

Awaiting injured officers.

Trauma team on the ready.

You men are good?

Yeah, yeah.

[indistinct radio chatter]

[Minogue moaning

and breathing heavily]

[urgent chatter]

[indistinct radio chatter]

[man] All right, clear this

for our vehicles, please.

Get those units out of here.

[man] Let's move out,

move out.

[man] Bus comin' through.

[man on radio]

10-4, 10-4 on that.

[woman] You think

Crowley could be essential?

[man] Head down that way.

I want a canvass, both sides...

[Jackie]

Wait.

That's not an AK-47,

is it?

Let's hope it was

all worth it.

[man] All right,

bus is pulling out.

Two escorts, let's go.

[indistinct chatter]

[man] ...another two blocks.

[indistinct

police radio chatter]

Hey, hey, hang on.

I'm jumpin' in.

[doors slam]

Junior, you're gonna

die a hero.

[sirens wail]

You helped solve this case.

You did.

In fact, some of it is buried

in your beer gut there.

I can hear it now.

The eulogies, the hymns,

the bagpipes.

Everyone forgetting what

a lousy piece of shit you were

your entire life.

Fuck off.

Your wife's gonna be upset

for about five minutes.

You should die.

I know.

And I will,

eventually.

But this should be a comfort

to both of us.

There's no hell.

There's only this life

right here, right now.

And the last thing

that you're gonna see

in your lousy life

is my ugly fucking face.

[groaning]

[monitor flatlines]

[paramedic]

Move back.

♪ dramatic music plays ♪

Hey, Ma.

Hey, why only two?

Where's Bennie?

She went out.

Third night in a row.

What about Jackie?

Who knows?

Well,

we gotta find Bennie.

First you gotta

find Jackie.

-[Jackie grunting and panting]

-Just finish.

-Are you close?

-I'm okay. Just come.

[panting]

Oh, that's not

gonna work for me.

Sorry.

What's the matter

with you today?

-Nothing.

-Fine. Fuck this.

What?

You won't take care of me.

What the fuck

are you talking about?

[sighs]

Oh, this is what

you're worried about?

No. Come here, baby.

Come here.

-We're gonna be all--

-No.

Hey, honey,

we'll be all right.

How will we be all right?

You'll just, you know,

you'll take care of the thing.

Here.

Is that what one costs

anymore? It's been a while.

Fuck you!

Baby. Hey.

I got a kid.

One is enough.

[laughs]

[coughs]

[girl]

All right, one more, one more.

-[laughs]

-Oh, yeah, yeah.

-Bennie, my turn.

-Uh-huh.

[coughs and laughs]

Want a hit?

Yeah.

[indistinct chatter

in distance]

I guess we could share.

-Yeah.

-[girl laughs]

That's pretty good stuff.

Thanks, yeah.

[laughs]

["Stormy Weather"

by the Pixies plays]

♪ ...for stormy weather ♪

♪ For stormy weather ♪

♪ For stormy weather ♪

♪ For stormy weather ♪

♪ For stormy weather ♪

♪ It is time ♪

♪ It is time ♪

♪ Whoa ♪

♪ It is time ♪

♪ For stormy weather ♪

♪ It is time ♪