All language subtitles for city on a hill s01e08

♪ suspenseful music ♪

Well, the Revere heist murders
is an ongoing investigation,

so I can't comment
on the recovered bodies.

But what I can say is that
the Boston FBI

has a storied history

of catching and convicting
violent criminals.

And we are close
to finding the monsters

who murdered those three
brave guards.

We will deliver justice
to those grieving families.

-Bastard.
-[reporter] Have the bodies
been identified?

He's taking all the credit,
like we don't exist.

[reporter] What can you tell us
about the suspects?

[Hank]
Once upon a time you said,

"Jackie hasn't
fucked us yet."

Well, my friend,
"yet" is now.

It's time for me to pay
another visit to Sheik Sheehan.

And reconvene the grand jury?

Jackie Rohr will not
have the last fucking laugh.

If you have Michaela Freda's
notebook in there somewhere,

now would be a good time
to put her reporting to use.

Well, the last thing I want to
do is take a shot at Jackie Rohr

before I'm ready.

I got to talk
to some people first.

-[chatter and laughter]
-♪ I'm the king of the castle ♪

♪ You're the dirty rascal ♪

Look a-there.
You're so tense.

Hey, you were never this tense
before you went to Florida.

There's a lot of things going on
making me tense.

I know.

Hey, I just want
to help, Corie.

You know?

I wanna...

I wanna lighten
the load for ya.

Jimmy, I think that's going
to make me even more tense.

[screams and laughter]

Hey!

Whoa.

Excuse me!

Marie, on your butt
right now!

Guys, come on,
would ya?

Tony, Marie, you two know
better than this.

What is going on in here?

Where's Frankie?

-Huh?
-Huh?

Where is Frankie?

He's upstairs. He's--
He's taking a shower. Why?

[Cathy]
Frankie.

The FBI found
the bodies, Frankie.

They found the guards.

Can you hand me a towel?

This is all over the TV,
for fuck's sake.

Did you not know?

A towel, Cath.

Please.

You got nothing
to worry about.

The guards are dead.

-They can't talk.
-You and I both know

that's not true.

This is the FBI.

-They have tests.
-I'll take care of it.

You'll take care of it.

You're always saying that.

And I always do...

haven't I?

Haven't I always
taken care of it?

Lylak.

Cameron.

Musselman.

I don't know
what that means.

The three guards you killed.

I never killed anyone.

No.

I don't think you killed them.

The guards.
You're not a killer.

You don't have the ability.

The guilt is eating you.

You probably only helped
get rid of the bodies.

If you could have put me in
Walpole you would have already.

You're right.

Look, you and I both know
what this is.

I'm trying to scare you
in the hopes that you'll tell me

which of your friends
actually had the stomach

to kill those guards,
and I know you won't talk.

But I have to give you a chance,

because I don't want to go
into that grand jury

and watch you
fuck up your life any worse,

because that's the unfair part
of this game for you.

I can make your life miserable,

and all you can do is tell me
to go fuck myself.

You know, I wish I hadn't
called you a nigger.

I really wish
I could take that back.

Oh?

Yeah.

Because it'd feel so much better
saying it right now.

[chuckles]

I'll see you
out on the stand.

What are you
doing here?

Just 'cause you're on TV,
Mr. Hotshot,

don't mean you're welcome
in this house.

I came to get
some clothes, OK?

I've been wearing the same
fucking suit three days running.

Bullshit.

You came to see Benny.

Where is she?

Asleep. And leave her be.

Do the decent thing
for once in your selfish life.

♪ soft music ♪

Are you sure you don't want
to come over?

Matter of the Heart
is due back tomorrow.

DJ, I can't.

OK, no pressure.

But I'll see you next week,

and we'll hit the library
after class, OK?

Alright.

[Rachel] Fucking work.
Fucking piece of garbage.

It's still fucking here.
Oh fuck!

Fuck!

Stupid mother fucker.
Come on! Fuck.

Stupid piece-of-shit car.

Hey, you OK?

Look, do you have someone
you can call?

My husband.

The bastard left me.

And now I am stuck
in Brockton

with this broken-down
shit box,

and nobody to pick me up.

Hey, it's going
to be all right.

How about I give you a ride?

OK.

When my husband and I
first met, you know,

we'd go dancing
at Zanzibar every weekend.

He'd do backflips for me.

Swear to God.

Yeah, he was so...
I don't know.

He was gallant.

And now what?
No more backflips?

[laughs]

Not for me, anyways.

Your husband, Johnny--
Johnny?

-Jackie.
-Jackie. Jackie. OK. Jackie.

What does--
What does Jackie do?

FBI.

An FBI agent in Boston?

Oh, shit.

[laughs]

That explains why he doesn't
want to go dancing.

My God.

Well, no doubt he's seen
a thing or two, you know?

Well, Jackie doesn't really tell
me about work, you know.

He says he can't.

But on his face,
I don't know, he's got worries.

You know, we're riding this
fucked-up merry-go-round.

You know, he can't tell me
and then I can't help him.

I understand.

My husband
didn't tell me

that he was fucking
the front desk girl at work.

-So...
-Oh, God, I am so sorry.

So, what does--
What does...

What does your husband
not tell you?

Does he disappear a lot?

Well, like, you know,
he said he went to Miami

to rescue an informant.

A drug charge.

I only know because I packed
his overnight bag.

Then again, do I really know
where he went?

Did he say where the informant
got locked up,

or give you a name?

[Jenny]
Twenty years with Jackie,

spending time
with his pals.

What are you doing?

Cops have a way
about them.

Come on, what--
What--?

Get the fuck
out of my car.

Were you aware that
Kelly Kinicki was an informant?

[Sheik] I don't know.
There's rumors about everybody.

Might this rumor be the reason
that Mr. Kinicki disappeared?

I don't know how else to say
"I don't know."

Hey, did you--
Did you hear rumors

about bodies being dumped
in the Mystic?

Wait, Mr. Ward,

was Mr. Kinicki's body
dumped there

like those guards
on the news?

What guards?

[Decourcy]
Oh, the bodies of three guards

were found chopped up,
stuffed into barrels

and dumped into the Mystic.

This happened after
the January 8th

armored car heist
in Revere.

What were you doing
on January 8th?

Why, are you asking me
for an alibi?

[woman]
Do you have one?

Lady, you remember what
you were doing on January 8th?

Because I don't.

Well, hey, how about I help you,
you know, refresh your memory.

The log from your department
shows that your work truck

was checked out
the morning of January 8th,

and returned January 9th.

[Sheik] Oh.

Right, OK.

January 8th,
that was...

that was right after
Suffolk Downs reopened.

Must have been the night we went
to the track after work.

Ah. OK, I see.

Only, that doesn't explain
why your work truck went missing

for 18 hours.

Yeah.

Where was your truck?

[Sheik] Well, I didn't
get off work till late,

so I drove the truck
straight to the track.

They let a city truck park free,
so I saved a few bucks.

There's no harm
in that, right?

[woman]
Why not return the vehicle

after you were done
at the track?

This was my first time
back at the races,

and I admit
I had a few too many.

So I did the responsible thing,

left the truck
in the parking lot for the night

and brought it back to work
the next day.

So you drove a city vehicle
to the racetrack.

Got drunk, so drunk
that you were incapable

of driving it back
at the proper time?

Yeah.

So what?

You do realize, Mr. Sheehan,

that what you did
is a crime.

Oh. If that's a crime,
you'd have to lock up

everybody who worked
for the DPW.

[Decourcy laughs]

Not everybody.

Just you.

Where's Sheik? Is he getting
ready to go home?

I'm afraid your husband isn't
going anywhere, Mrs. Sheehan.

-What?
-Excuse me?

-[Mrs. Sheehan] What happened?
-He just admitted

to misappropriation of
government property.

He's looking at five years
at Walpole.

Misappropriation of what?

His DPW vehicle.

Look, you want Sheik
home earlier than that?

Tell him he needs to start
being more open, more honest.

What do you really want,
Ward?

What are you after?

If you're going to take
that blood money, counselor,

I'm going to make you
work your ass off.

[door opens]

I'm on my way to ask
Judge Tirone for a subpoena.

Tommy Hayes, I want you
to bring him in for round two.

We got the bodies.

Tommy won't be as cute
as he was last time.

[inaudible]

Hey.

So, uh, what's the latest
on Sheik?

Well, Cathy heard
at the salon

that he's in front
of the grand jury today.

Oh, Christ.

Today's the day
he could break.

Maybe we can pretend
like we've been here before.

-Weren't dead bodies before.
-All right, all right.

I think...

I think we should just
get out of town for a while.

Ehh...

No.

That's the chickenshit
thing to do.

-It's a Chelsea move.
-No, I'm just saying.

We get out of town.
By the time we come back,

the whole fucking thing
will have blown over.

If you're going to do
something stupid,

just tell us now...

so that we can bury you.

[laughs]

[knock at door]

Yeah?

[baby cooing]

We're here to escort
Thomas Hayes.

He ain't here.

Search, you don't believe me.

OK, kids, get in the other
room. Let's go, come on.

[Hank] He's required to appear
in front of the grand jury.

[scoffs]

Required, huh?

You done?
All right.

Well, if you want
what's best for your husband,

for your kids,

you'll tell us
where to find him.

What the fuck
are you looking at?

Where are you from?

-Here.
-No, you ain't.

I'm from here.

Where the fuck
are you from?

[baby cries]

Ma'am, I don't think
you understand the situation

that your family is in.

[toy rattles]

Who are you
pretending to be, huh?

You going to come
into my kitchen

and talk to me
about my family?

-Who the fuck are you?
-That's enough of that.

What do you think,
you put your hair half up

and drop your R's,
and you're from here?

All you're missing is the hoops.
You don't get to say that.

You don't get to say
you're from here.

You don't even know
what that means.

-You didn't earn that.
-You shut the fuck up.

[laughs]

You're a fucking clown.

-Mrs. Hayes.
-Yeah, fuck you too, slim dick.

-[cooing]
-Yeah, yeah.

He ain't here, I told you.
Search if you want.

It won't make any difference.
Tommy ain't here.

He's left town.

Thank you.

[door slams]

[doorbell rings]

Cathy, have you heard?

Sheik's not coming home.

Five years.
He's facing five fucking years.

What's the bullshit charge,
Tara?

They're just trying
to scare Sheik.

I'm scared, Cathy.
Five years.

We got him a lawyer.
He's good.

He's going to handle
all the ins and outs.

Is there something else
you need?

More money, Cath.

Five hundred a week
don't pay for spit.

How's another 50 bucks
a week sound?

Can you do 100?

Christ, Tara.

I'm not the Bank
of Boston over here.

Do you think
I like begging?

How would you feel?

Frankie not coming home?

OK.

[sniffles]

OK.

[sighs]

You're a saint, Cathy.

Hey, Tara.

What are you going to do?

What are you going to do
if Sheik goes to prison?

He can't.

I need him back, Cathy.

Really? Do you, though?

'Cause the last fight you had,

you ended up in the ER
with a broken nose.

Look, maybe you use
that money,

you take those kids
and you go on a vacation.

-Maybe you don't come back.
-[door opens]

[knocking]

Sorry, I shouldn't
be here,

but you need to talk
to Jackie for me.

[scoffs]
Are you fucking kidding me?

My baby needs a father.
We have a child.

You know what I mean.

Get in.

-[indistinct chatter]
-[man] Todd set me up with Josh

last February
at the University Club,

so we have you to thank.

Siobhan, Decourcy,

thank you again for hosting
our little group.

Oh, not little for long,
all the great work you're doing.

The same can be said
about you, pal.

Josh says you're single-handedly
cleaning up Boston,

gunning for the mayor's office.

Well, I don't know
about all that.

[Josh]
Could be a great fit

to have a strong, progressive
black man in leadership,

one who's tough on crime

but also able and unafraid
to host an event like this.

Ladies, gentlemen.

Our gracious host,
Decourcy Ward,

would like to say
a few words.

-What? No, hold up.
-Come on down. Come on.

Whoo!

[applause]

[chattering indistinctly]

Hi.

Thank you, Josh,
for the warning.

[laughs]

Uh...

You know, play me in,
Rich.

Keys.

-[chuckles]
-[piano being played]

Yeah.

[clears throat]

[laughs]

You know, in the words
of Bayard Rustin,

we need,
in every community,

a group of angelic
troublemakers.

-[laughter]
-Especially now.

Especially here.

Unlike before, our communities
have a reason to work together.

And Dr. King's tactics
were molded by Rustin.

An openly gay man who went
to jail on a morals charge.

Now, as a lawyer,

I'm familiar with hypocrisy.

There is the law,

and then there's
what's right.

My work with
the St. Clair Commission,

cops abusing citizens
for confessions

without fearing
any repercussions,

it showed me exactly how far
the system would go

to protect what is
legally allowed

while ignoring
what is just.

[crowd mutters in agreement]

So I appreciate your struggle,

as I know your community
appreciates

my community's struggles.

You know, together,
I think that we can make

the South End
a home for all of us.

Knowing you have our backs
gives us strength.

And I hope, eventually,

the feeling
becomes mutual.

So...

to causing a little trouble.

[laughter]

-Cheers.
-[glasses clink]

Excellent speech.

[applause]

[man on TV]
Pizza man.

[woman on TV] I'm so glad
you came, pizza boy.

You're my hero.

[man]
Listen, I'm just a pizza man

with a pizza
with double cheese.

-I'm horny and I want to
fuck. Capisce?

-[knock on door]

It's open.

-Yeah, capisce. You got it.
-[knocking persists]

It's open.

Jesus. About fucking time
you got here.

Look, if you--

Jenny, hey.

-I-- I wasn't--
-For some reason, Jackie,

that girl seems to think
you're a good person.

What-- What are you talking--
Who? Yvette?

Yeah.

Prove her wrong.
Show her the Jackie Rohr I know.

She's nuts, honey.
I can't control her.

Well, she showed up
at my door again.

Yeah, you've been a prick
to me for 20 years.

Now go be a prick
to that slant-eyed bitch

and get her the fuck
out of my life.

I will,
I promise you.

Hey, you in some kind
of trouble?

Me? What? No, no.

Not any more than usual.
Why?

Today some woman, you know,
says her car broke down.

Her husband left her...

[door opens]

Sorry I'm late.

Jesus fucking Christ.

[laughs]

Good luck.

Hmm, she's cute.

-[door opens and closes]
-Fuck me.

[Decourcy]
Thank you.

Good night, sir.

That was quite the preview,
Decourcy...

for your campaign speech.

I was...

I was just vamping.
Nothing more.

Josh said he's going to talk
to the party leaders

about where you'd fit

in the next election cycle.

Running for office takes time
and money,

and time raising money.

Well, the South End is teeming
with new and gentrified cash.

All you'd have to do
is keep Excalibur shining.

Yeah, well,

tomorrow I'm going to go
to a woman's home

and threaten to destroy
her family

if her husband doesn't tell me
what I want to hear.

And the people I'm going
to ask her to betray

are probably her cousins,

people she's known
her whole life.

So...

Decourcy,
you have a gift,

and an opportunity,

and an obligation to put them
both to good use.

Whatever you do,
don't run for mayor.

Mayor of Boston
is a dead end

for anyone's
political career.

[scoffs]

Set your sights higher.

Governor.

Senator.

You too.

Governor Ward.
That sounds pretty good.

Good night, all.

Well, you've been
awfully quiet.

You agree with them?

That's enough politics
for one night.

Get me out of this
damn dress.

Can't sleep?

Yeah, me neither.

You mind?

Sure.

[sighs]

Did you hear they're tearing
down Deer Island Prison?

They're going to build
a water treatment plant.

Old Mother Hubbard
was jailed there.

Hmm.

"Old Mother Hubbard...

went to the cupboard
to get her poor dog a bone.

And when she got there,

the cupboard was bare."

My father used to say
that nursery rhyme to me.

And then he ended up
in Deer Island Prison,

just like her.

That must have been hard.

I spent my whole life running
from him from Charlestown.

Yet you came back.

The devil you know.

Tell her I put Yvette
on a plane,

never to be seen again.

He took care of the dragon lady.
She'll never come back.

I'm coming over to see Bennie.

Oh, she's not here, asshole.

She's got a session
at that rehab place.

Jenny's about to go
pick her up.

Wait, no, see, actually--

Nice, Ma.

Now I got to beat traffic
and get there before he does.

It's hard for me to remember
which of you is the good parent

and which is the bad.

[slams phone into receiver]

You and I both know
that him taking

the work trucks to the track
is a lie.

I don't know.

I got no part in this.

I'm his wife, that's all.

Look, Mrs. Sheehan,
you seem like a good person.

And because of that,
this is difficult for you.

So I'll...

I'll just be
on the level, hmm?

We've been keeping an eye
on your finances.

Now, since your husband's
been in custody,

you've been depositing
exactly $500

every Thursday.

Now, you don't have a job.

Sheik obviously isn't earning
any money in jail.

You mind telling me
where the money's coming from?

My parents.

They're giving me some.

Parents? Oh.

The parents.

The ones on food stamps...

with even less in the bank
than you?

I gamble.

OK.

Clearly we're getting nowhere.
Thank you for your time.

You're not listening
to me, Mr. Ward.

I gamble.

Locally.

Oh, sir, hey, excuse me.

Anyone ever tell you that you
look just like Sophia Loren?

All the time.
Who are you here to see?

-My daughter.
-Name?

Rohr. Benedetta Rohr.

-And you are?
-I'm her father.

Name's Jackie.
Jackie Rohr.

I'm not seeing you
on the parental list.

It's John, officially.

Plus, I'm fucking FBI,
so...

Wow. Cool.
I still can't let you enter.

We have very strict rules
for very good reasons.

OK, you have rules so that
you can keep bad guys out.

But, see, I'm one
of the good guys.

But that could change
very quickly, Grace.

Are you threatening me?
Is that a threat?

Honey, you know exactly
what this is.

Now, let me through.

I can't do that, sir.

-Please just leave.
-Or else what?

[Grace]
Or else I'll call security.

[Jackie]
Call security?

Call whoever
the fuck you want!

Jackie, how is this
helping Benny?

My name is not on this list.

Where's my fucking name?

I'm her father for fuck's sake!

Oh, yeah?
You're her father, huh?

Then start behaving like one.

Just go away.

I'm so sorry.

I didn't even know there were
Iranian restaurants in Boston.

Well, that's because you're
gastronomically illiterate.

You think Howard Johnson
is fine dining.

Thanks.

[speaking Persian]

[responds in Persian]

You speak Arab?

Persian.

So I put out a BOLO

across the northeast
for Tommy Hayes.

You finish making contact
with those other places?

Erie, Sullivan,
Ogemaw counties.

Everywhere Hayes
has a past or

Family ties.

Now we wait.

No. Now we eat.

What about Jackie's wife?

She say anything
worth listening to?

Yeah. Jackie went down
to Florida

to bail out some CI.

It might be that Clay Roach.

The one Michaela
interviewed.

I'm going to go to
Bromley Heath later to find him.

I'm happy to tag along while
we wait for news on Tommy Hayes.

What?

The wife.

She was right.

[laughs]

I'm not from there.

I'm from here.

[Hank]
Hey, yo, Decourcy.

How did things go
with Sheik's wife?

Oh, pure joy.

I need you to follow
a crumb she threw me.

You know any bookies?

One that might be connected
to Kinicki, Hayes or Sheehan?

I'm not a betting man,
but I can ask around, sure.

Alright.

Hey, be sure to try that.

-There you are.
-[loud chatter]

Let's see those muscles.

You guys want to go
on an adventure?

Come on, come on.

Let's go. Look out for cars.
Hold hands.

[plane motor rumbles]

What are those?

They call those
the Five Sisters.

They're breakwaters.

What are breakwaters,
Daddy?

Well, you see,

when there's a big storm,

huge waves come rolling in.

One rolled through
right now,

you, you, me,

our car would be washed
right out to sea.

-Cool.
-Even that house?

That house?

That house would be a billion
little pieces.

And that's why they built
the breakwater,

to break the water.

To take the hit
so that you don't have to.

[Marie] Where do you think
that plane came from?

I don't know.

Maybe France, huh?

Or Japan.

The world is a big...

big place.

It's a lot bigger
than Charlestown.

My wish for you...

what your mother and I
really want...

is for yous three
to grow up together.

To look after one another.

Go see the world.

But I don't want to leave.

What do you know, dummy?
Huh?

You never been anywhere.

You can always come home
to me and your mother.

You guys always
have a home here.

No matter what.

[drops papers on table]

I'm not under arrest?

Why am I here?

You're a bookie,
I'm a state trooper.

I investigate.

You're investigating me?
Come on.

Well, it depends on how you
answer my first question.

Answer honestly,
you go home.

You don't, you don't.

Have a seat?

I'm good.

You ever take a bet
from Sheik Sheehan

or his wife Tara?

Nope.

I haven't even
heard of them.

OK.

Tell me about
the other bookies.

You guys get along?

We stay out
of each other's way.

Which ones don't?

Uh...

Well, Vito Lupo.

But word on the street
is he's retired.

OK.

Anyone else?

Richie Ryan.

Lousy Charlestown mick fuck.

He owes me 400 bucks.

[pen scratching]

-Roach?
-[knock on door]

You're not in trouble,
all right?

I-I-I just want to ask you
a few questions.

He went out.

Um... Roach?

Are you sure?

Yup. I spent quite a bit of time
at the peephole, you know.

Any idea where he is?

Can't imagine.

Has Roach left town
in the last few weeks?

To Florida, maybe?

Kid was gone for a bit.

Could have been in Florida.

Could have been in jail.

Could have just been
nodding out

in some basement junkie
shithole, you know?

Hey, I need a favor.

Think you can make some calls
quietly?

See if a guy from your
Boston office, Jackie Rohr,

sprung a CI out of
Miami-Dade lockup.

Might be named, uh,
Clay Roach.

Uh-huh.

Two, maybe three weeks ago.

Yeah, real quiet.

[laughs]

Jackie Rohr's got big ears.

Big ears, tiny pecker.

Any word on Tommy Hayes?

Still waiting.
And you?

You figure out which bookies
know Sheik's wife?

Where's Decourcy?

So when Tara Sheehan
said she was gambling,

she was pointing you
to Richard Ryan,

local bookie, been around
since Ike was president.

He's the father of Frances
and James Ryan,

two typical townie rim jobs.

Hmm. OK.

The Ryan brothers.

They dirty?

Well, Frances seems to have kept
his nose pretty clean,

but James, he's a national
treasure.

Remember how after
the Kinicki disappearance,

Sheik went on
that two-year bender?

-Uh-huh.
-Yeah.

The younger Ryan brother
was his drinking buddy.

Got booked together three times
in '89 for public intox.

Hmm.

James Ryan, huh?

And here's the other
curious thing.

Most of his file is sealed.

Meaning maybe
he's an informant.

For who?

Not the state. Not the BPD.

Not Suffolk County.

Leaving our friends
at the FBI.

James Ryan.

Tail him.

But don't bring him in yet.
No.

Just keep an eye on him.

If he is working
with the FBI,

let's hope he shows us who.

[TV chatter]

Hey, Beth, how you doing?

Whiskey. Neat.

Fucking Bird.

Shitty way
to go out, huh?

Limping.

How old are you, Brian?

What the fuck
do you care?

Is that how you want
to go out?

Thanks. Limping?

Depositors Trust.
Medford.

Yeah?

I hear three cops
got busted for that.

Cops...

robbing a bank.

You don't think they caught
all of them, do you?

You remember
Irish Red Kelley?

The Plymouth Mail robbery.

You have any idea how much he
got away with those five years

they were trying to catch him
for that job?

Hmm.

What's your fucking point?

Depositors Trust.
Red Kelley.

The police,
they never caught on

because the people that pulled
off those jobs

are the same people they never
fucking suspected

in the first place.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Are you asking what I think
you're asking me right now?

[keys rattle]

It's hard to feel bad
for Bird.

I mean, he's limping away
with $26 million.

I wanted to see you

so we could talk
bail package.

You are coming to me

to help my client?

What do you want?

I want you, Mr. Moore,

to drop a name
in open court.

Say that your client
is being held

on the word of a top echelon
informant.

The CI's file is sealed,

so only a judge can open it.

Pre-trial hearing,
you argue for discovery.

Say you need access.

Meaning you need access.

Either way,
your client goes home.

All you got to do is say
"James Ryan."

So Sheik gets what he wants,

you get what you want.

What about me?

I break the law to help you?

Why?

You tell me why,
counselor.

No, thanks.

I represent 15 Sheik Sheehans.

This one stays in jail.

I still sleep at night
in my bed.

Nice try.

So how are you settling in then,
Reverend Hanlon?

Not bad, not bad.

Feels good to be back
in the old neighborhood.

We are glad you're here,

after what we've been
dealing with.

What did I miss, ladies?

Come in, Captain Lewis.

[Lewis] How many times
I got to tell you, Shirley,

call me Shag.

It's good to see you too,
Siobhan.

Hmm.

What's wrong?

Hmm.

Normally, I wouldn't
say anything.

But if we can't be truthful
with each other,

we can't expect the community
to be either.

I don't know
how I can trust you.

Not after Reverend Fields.

Fields acted inappropriately.

He did. Still, the way you went
about exposing him--

Was best for the community.

I have my reservations,
concerns, working with you.

I understand.

But I'm sure you'll come around,
like Decourcy did.

[Jackie] These goddamn
elevators take forever.

D.
Long time no see.

Oh, I've seen you...
on TV,

commenting without commenting
about the Revere Beach heist.

Might as well have given
the case files to the killers.

Well, as usual, you're not
seeing the big picture.

The vast panorama.

Oh, I am.

I am.

See, you're pissed at me because
I didn't do what you wanted.

And now you're willing
to fuck up this case

to school my ass.

We had an agreement,
you and me.

Focus on the heist.

The guards thaw
the Kinicki case,

pump the grand jury.

But you, you wander off
like some kid

that hears the fucking
ice-cream truck

to chase guns in Roxbury,
and what do you get?

You get shit on your shoes.

So you want to listen to me,

do what it was
that we agreed to,

fine, I'm happy
to be of service.

But you want an ice-cream
sandwich, go fuck yourself.

Good night, Uncle Jimmy.
Good night, Aunt Corie.

Good night.

[Cathy]
So you decided, huh?

You decided you want to do
another job?

Hey, keep your voice down.

You're going to wake up
the kids, Cathy.

Maybe your kids come in here,

you'll realize exactly
what you have to lose.

Maybe then
you'll smarten up.

You'll actually
think about this.

All I do is think about it.

About you and the kids.

The bills.

About Ma and Jimmy
and Sheik and Tommy

and their wives,
their kids.

[Corie]
Jimmy, get away from there.

The FBI's got the bodies.

There is a grand jury on.

And you want to do
another job?

And with half
your normal crew?

Cathy...

this is our way out.

Not only do we get enough cash
to breathe a little bit,

here's the plan.

We're going to frame
another crew for this heist.

And that'll throw the FBI off
our trail for the Revere job.

[Jimmy]
So that's it, huh?

You go tomorrow?

Not one extra day?

I got to work on Monday, Jimmy.

You got to work?

Yeah.

And you wouldn't know it,

but taking two kids
to the airport,

keeping them quiet on the plane,
it's a bitch.

How-- How-- Come here.

How about I go with you?

All right?
Sit down, sit down.

And we can drive.

I'll drive.

The whole way.

And then I'll come back...

[sighs]
Jimmy.

...the very next day.

-But Jimmy...
-Hey, Corie.

I promise, OK?

Jimmy...

-Jimmy--
-I love you, Corie.

I love you.

-Get a condom.
-What?

-Get a condom.
-It's fine.

I haven't been with anybody.

Well, I have.

I don't care.

I want to run away with you.

Jimmy--

-Jimmy--
-What?

What, Corie? What?

I haven't just been
with somebody else.

I'm with someone.

Leave him.

Corie, I'm telling you,
we can make this work.

-You're not following me.
-I am following you.

Jimmy, I'm engaged.

You're engaged?

Yeah.

To who? Huh?
What the fuck?

Me and the girls,
we're going--

We're going to be
moving in with him.

You're marrying this guy?

Who the fuck is he, huh?

Are you fucking with me?

Are you fucking with me?
Where's your fucking ring?

Where's the fucking rock?
You're fucking with me.

Jimmy, you kept pushing me.

You just kept pushing me

and pushing me,
and...

Why couldn't you just
shut up and fuck me?

Why you got to keep
pushing me all the time, always?

You're always pushing me.

Oh, fuck.

[sighs]
I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I didn't
tell you before I got here,

but you said
we wouldn't see you.

[sighs]

[sniffles]

Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

[sighs]

[breathing heavily]

♪ Another day goes by ♪

♪ Still the children cry ♪

♪ Put a little
love in your heart ♪

♪ If you want the
world to know ♪

[indistinct chattering]

♪ Put a little love
in your heart ♪

♪ And the world
will be a better place ♪

♪ All the world
will be a better place ♪

[sniffles and grunts]

-♪ For you ♪
-♪ For you ♪

-♪ And me ♪
-♪ And me ♪

-♪ You just wait ♪
-♪ Just wait ♪

♪ And see
wait and see ♪

-Whoa.
-Hey, hey.

Fuck, you know what?
I'm sorry, bro.

-[grunts]
-What the fuck you want, huh?

[glass shatters]

Come on,
you piece of shit!

[yells]

Oh, fuck! What the fuck?

[grunting]

[Hank]
Fuck this.

Decourcy said to wait.

[grunts]

Piece of shit!

Fuck you!

-♪ You just wait ♪
-♪ Just wait ♪

[grunting and muttering]

♪ Put a little love
in your heart ♪

♪ In your heart
oh baby ♪

♪ Put a little love
in your heart ♪

♪ You've got to ♪

♪ Put a little love
in your heart ♪

♪ Come on and ♪

♪ Put a little love
in your heart ♪

-[phone line ringing]
-[spits]

[clears throat and coughs]

Jackie.

Hey, it's me.

I-I-I got to talk to you.

Can you-- Can you meet up?

[turns engine off]

Jesus, kid, what the fuck
happened to your face?

What happened?
What happens?

-I'm a killer, Jackie.
-What?

I'm a killer.
I killed them.

Uh-huh.
Who did you kill?

The bank guards.
All three of them.

Yeah? You killed them how?

I shot them.

You shot them? With what?

With what?

[scoffs and laughs]

Jesus, with a fucking gun.

What kind of gun?

.30-06?

Bullshit.

Why the fuck
are you doing this, huh?

Because I did it,
Jackie, OK?

I killed them.
I'm a killer.

[Jackie] Who are you trying
to protect, Jimmy?

Nobody. You--
You just got to take--

Take your fucking hands
off of me!

What the fuck's
the matter with you?

[panting]

I'm a killer.
I killed them. Take me in.

Take your own self in.

I got my own shit
to deal with, all right?

Fucking...

Fuck.

Waste of my time.

[starts engine]

Jackie Rohr
and James Ryan.

One plus one equals
two piles of shit.

Mm-hmm.

Decourcy will be thrilled.

["Excursions" by A Tribe
Called Quest playing over radio]

♪ So we gotta thank God ♪

♪ Dishing out the plastic
Do the dance till you spastic ♪

♪ If you dis
It gets drastic ♪

♪ Listen to the rhymes
It's time to make gravy ♪

♪ If it moves your booty
Then shake, shake it, baby ♪

♪ All the way to Africa
A.k.a. the motherland ♪

♪ Stick out the left ♪

♪ Then I'll ask
For the other hand ♪

♪ That's the right hand
Black man ♪

♪ Only if you was noted
As my man ♪

[keys jingle]

Babe...

we got a big break
in the case.

Were you and Captain Lewis
working together

behind my back to get
Reverend Fields ousted?

Did you know about every single
one of those women

and not tell me?

I...

I knew what was going on, yes.

But, Siobhan,
Shag was in control.

That's your excuse.

I was trying.

You lied to me.

You lied and manipulated me.

-No, baby--
-You embarrassed me.

The partners scolded me,
sat me down,

talked to me like
a five-year-old.

And I found out the whole time,
you were a part of the plan?

You pretended
to be on my side,

and the whole time
you were undermining me.

Because I was right.

And I knew it was right.

And you know I was right
now too.

You're not right, Decourcy.

I'm your wife.

This is about being partners,

standing together.

Oh, were you
standing next to me

when Fields called me
a house nigger?

Hmm?

S-Siobhan. Siobhan.

Look...

you believe passionately
in a cause.

And I love that.

But sometimes you can turn
a blind eye

to what's really happening.

You're the one
who's blind, Decourcy.

You don't see
who you've become.

Well, the DA don't have him,
and neither does the FBI.

You think it's smart
doing a job

where no one knows
where Tommy is?

-Who he's talking to?
-You're nervous.

Don't fucking look at me
like that.

He's not talking.

-[Brian] Jimmy. Jimmy.
-Yeah?

Are you all right?

I'm fine. Jesus fucking Christ.

Whose idea was this job, huh?
Mine.

Well, do we move forward
as planned?

[Brian]
Fall River?

[Jimmy]
Wholesale on Fall River.

[Brian]
There's been a lot of trouble

with this kind of thing
in Providence recently.

Providence PD found a hair
sample at the last robbery.

So we hit the truck,
we leave the sample,

we get the fuck out of there.

Exactly.

[Frankie] Boston PD goes
after another crew.

Looks like nigger hair.

-What?
-[Jimmy] Be honest.

You got that at Nazzarin's
mother's house.

Yeah, fuck you.

[Brian]
Fell off a barstool, huh?

Huh?

Whiskey and gravity
don't mix, right?

I asked the doctors
at St. Allegiance.

You know, Sue Stanton,
my cousin Emery.

But they all said there are
better places outside of Boston

-to send Benny for help.
-Send her away.

Yeah, this place in Vermont.

You're asking,
how can we help Benny?

The answer is, we need to get
her to talk to us

so we can find the scum fuck
that did this to her.

No, it's not that simple,
Jackie.

Look, what happened to her
makes her feel shame.

Real shame. Deep shame.

You know, it makes her feel
shitty inside, like...

like trash.

Like a...
like a piece of meat

to be thrown away.

-She said all this to you?
-Yeah.

No.

-In her own way.
-Did she say how she got there?

Who brought her there?

Some boy.

You know, it made her
feel like she--

Some boy? What boy?

I don't know. Uh, Clay.

Clay, she said. Yeah.

♪ suspenseful music ♪

Are those new drapes?

I just noticed that.

Jackie, what--?
Where are you going?

♪ suspenseful music ♪

[snorts and sniffles]

What the fuck, Jackie?

Can you believe that Arthur Ashe
got the bug?

Goes in for surgery

and the doctors pump him
full of fucking AIDS blood?

What the hell
are you talking about?

I don't know, it just doesn't
seem fair, is all.

He's the greatest
tennis player ever.

He's a stand-up guy.

Family man.

Doesn't even get to fuck
anybody in the ass.

Still gets a fucking
death sentence.

I mean, that's...

[inhales]

Some people, though,
you know...

Some people deserve
what comes to 'em.

Let me ask you
a question.

What happened to you?

I mean, how did you get
so fucked in the head

that you would screw
with an innocent little girl?

No, Jackie.

You're wrong.

You got the story all wrong--

Did you fuck
with my daughter

because I fucked with you?

[clears throat and sniffles]

Yeah.

I did.

And she loved my cock
in her mouth.

♪ Put a little love
in your heart ♪

[sniffles]

♪ If you want
the world to know ♪

♪ We won't let hatred grow ♪

♪ Put a little love
in your heart ♪

-♪ And the world ♪
-♪ And the world ♪

♪ Will be a better place ♪

-♪ All the world ♪
-♪ And the world ♪

♪ Will be a better place ♪

-♪ For you ♪
-♪ For you ♪

-♪ And me ♪
-♪ And me ♪

-♪ You just wait ♪
-♪ Just wait ♪

♪ And see
wait and see ♪

♪ Take a good look around ♪

♪ And if you're looking down ♪

♪ Put a little love
in your heart ♪

♪ I hope when you decide ♪

♪ Kindness will be your guide ♪

♪ Put a little love
in your heart ♪

-♪ And the world ♪
-♪ And the world ♪