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*CITY ON A HILL*
Season 01 Episode 09

*CITY ON A HILL*
Episode Title: "The Deaf Sage of Pompeii"

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May I?

So, who'd you
used to be?

Beg your pardon?

You know, before...?

Shit, man,
I had an apartment.

Roommate.

Went to work.

Wore a suit and tie.

Never had to burn mine,
though.

You know, this used to be
a white neighborhood.

- Mm.
- Yeah, it was

just as shitty then
as it is now.

Same sort of people,
different color.

Black families moved in.

All our neighbors left.

We stayed, though.

It's all we knew.

You're standing right where
our kitchen used to be.

But my mother
burned the house down.

Forty years.

Forty fuckin' years.

Still just a big fuckin' pile
of nothin'.

Nobody rebuilt.
I mean...

not us, not the community,
not the fuckin' city.

- Mm.
- Everyone just looked,

saw a shithole,
and looked away.

As though this was the way
things were supposed to be.

- These clean?
- Yup.

Sourced out of state,
like you asked.

Hey, feel free to tell me
to fuck off,

but this time, maybe
you don't share these toys

with your maniac brother.

Fuck off.

Girl, you look good.

Like "rush of blood" good.

Is not saying anything
your way of telling me

that you're still angry?

I'm not angry.

Are you sure?

Nope.
Just irritated.

Well, I'd be happy to debate

the difference
between the two...

but...
I'll just apologize instead.

Hey.

I should have told you
that I helped expose Fields.

That's right.
You should've.

Lesson learned.

And moving forward,

I will be shamefully honest,
no matter what.

Forgive me?
Hmm?

I will. Just not today.

Tomorrow, then?

If we're being
shamefully honest,

probably not tomorrow either.

What are we waitin' for?

Let's badge Jimmy Ryan.

Now that we know he's Jackie's
long-lost informant,

we're gonna tail him
till he fucks up.

He's a punk kid
from Charlestown.

He will fuck up.

You know what your problem is,
Hank?

You have too much patience.

His mom just left the ICU.

Let him spend some time
with his family,

then I swear
we'll ruin his life.

Hm. Come on, here we go.

There we go.

Here we go.

Welcome home, Ma.

Hey, Cat.

Oh, of course you run
right to him.

Hey, she got out of the hospital
20 minutes ago, Jimmy.

- Let her breathe.
- It's not a competition, okay?

I just haven't seen him

- in a while.
- All right, let's go.

Let's go, Ma.
Come on.

How long you think
he'll be in there?

Couple minutes.
Couple hours.

Couple days.

Well, at least we know
where he is.

Still no sign
of Clay Roach.

If I were to follow up
on that,

you... you good here
on your own?

Bring me back a Big Mac?

Clay?

Clay Roach?

Ohh. Ugh.

What are you doin' in there,
sweetie?

Yeah, the cold tub
feels good.

Listen...

Benny, I, uh...

I...

I...

You were right.

That place that you want
to send Benny up in Vermont...

go ahead and make
the arrangements.

I already did.

Ahh.

Ahhh.

- Hey, Jimmy!
- Fuck.

- What are you doin' down here?
- I'm just cleanin'.

When did you ever
clean anything in your life?

What the fuck?

Everything's fine.

Everything doesn't
look fine to me.

No, Dad...

I wasn't gonna do nothin'.

Jesus, Jimmy.

It's just, uh...

I'm just... I'm just tired
of letting everybody down,

you know?

Son...

that would be
the ultimate letdown.

Watch out.

I'm gonna go tell your mother.
I'm gonna call Frankie.

No. No, no, no, no.
No, Dad, Dad, just...

just don't, okay?

Look, I'm fine.

And I'm gonna fix this.

Yeah, I'm...
I'm gonna fix everything.

All right?

You been taking care of me
my whole life, okay?

It's time for me
to take care of you.

It's okay.

It's fine.

Just say no.

Stop and search.
Mandatory minimums.

Life sentences
for repeat offenders.

Billions spent on expanded
law enforcement.

Billions more on incarceration.

We're losing the war on drugs

'cause we don't fully
understand

what we're fighting for.

Casualties should be our focus.

So this Genesis Coalition
is about murder prevention?

Prevention programs exist
for forest fires, tax fraud.

Why not apply that same
vigilance to homicide?

Call me naive,
but you stop a murder how?

Group hugs and Kumbaya?

- Something like that.
- We approach the gangs

from as many different
angles as possible.

School, church, police.

Then we strike a bargain.
Tell 'em we'll back off if,

and only if,
the violence stops.

Buddying up to the criminals
we're trying to root out.

You know, that's
a pretty sharp U-turn.

And the gangs aren't
gonna play along.

My guys aren't gonna
play along either.

I'm one of your guys,
and I fully support the idea.

- Of course you do.
- Oh,

- what's that supposed to mean?
- As far as I recall,

the DA's job is to punish
illegal activity

and to put the bad guys
in jail.

What, the bad guys from Roxbury,
Dorchester, Mattapan? Hm?

The pink elephant in the room
ain't always pink.

African Americans comprise
12% of the population,

40% of all crime,

60% of homicides.

And where are the numbers
explaining why?

The statistics
on prejudice and neglect?

She's right.

Discrimination
is bad arithmetic.

Some people count.

Others aren't even
in the damn equation.

Jeez.

You two really are
a match made in heaven.

Hmm. Now, see, that's
the first thing you said

that I actually agree with.

How great you kept
all your dad's model airplanes.

Yeah. Here you go.

Yeah, as soon as Ma dies,
boom, right in the dumpster.

Yeah!

It kind of creeped me out,

grown man makin' models.

All that glue must've
fucked up his brain.

Yeah, in more ways
than one.

So, midday wine.

What's the deal?

I'm gonna sue Jackie
for a divorce.

Honey.

You're sure?

Yeah.

Okay.

Okay.

I was your maid of honor.

I've been with you from
the beginning in this mistake.

Okay, first thing.

I'm gonna get you the number

of the lawyer Cabot used
for his first divorce.

Guy's not human.

He will destroy Jackie
in court.

Second, you're gonna find
all the checks and credit cards.

Freeze the accounts so Jackie
can't hide your money.

Third, you're gonna write down
all the shit he's pulled

and the details
of why you're filing,

so the attorney
can get every dime.

You okay?

Twenty years.

I want my 20 years back.

What's that look for?

I've got hope...

for the first time
in a while.

There's always a whole lot
of talk at those meetings.

At least now we're having
the right conversation.

I mean... hope for us.

With all that bad
out there,

I feel good about
the good in here.

You know, when things with
the Coalition are going well,

our relationship
goes well.

But when things are bad...

Th-There's a correlation,
is all I'm saying.

You remember Halloween
freshman year?

Do you remember?

That was the drunkest
I'd ever seen you.

Mm, I spent the entire
next day in bed,

hung over as hell.

We're in Barcia's
philosophy class,

had a big paper due,

but all I could do
was sleep and moan.

You got up early,
wrote both papers.

I didn't even ask.
You just wanted to help.

And you still
got the better grade.

Yo, Professor Barcia
had a crush on you.

That's the day
I fell in love with you.

You know why?

Because you were
too hung over to think straight?

Because love is putting
someone else's happiness

before your own...

and trusting
that they'll do the same.

We've always taken care
of each other.

In here and out there.

It was a quiet night.

Jimmy's still in there.

Ten-four, Joe.
Thanks.

It's driving me
fuckin' crazy.

Why would Roach, a protected and
paid informant, kill himself?

A CI falling on his sword
when he's no longer useful.

When he's outed
as a rat.

What happened to Clay Roach
is hardly front-page news.

Won't even get him
an obituary.

But when... when you put a gun
in your mouth, you open wide.

Not this jackoff.

His lips, his teeth... gone.

You've dealt
with beefers before.

You know the kind of shit-bum
we're talking about.

If he didn't kill himself,
some Bromley Heath dirtbag did.

But when a gangbanger
offs a rat,

they make a show
of killing him.

It sends a message.

Disguising his death
as a suicide,

it reeks of blue polyester.

Now, the lab's checking
Roach's hand

for gunpowder residue, right?

- Mm-hmm.
- We'll finish this conversation

when we get
the results back.

Your neighbor downstairs
held the door for me.

- Hmm.
- Your husband home?

You just missed him.

But you didn't come here
to talk to Decourcy.

You'd have gone
to his office.

You got me.

So you're staying?

Yeah, if you don't mind.

So, how is he?

That's the second time you've
shown up here

wondering that.

- Why don't you ask him yourself?
- Ah, I would.

Truth is,
I think he's ducking me.

I'm right, aren't I?

I don't know.

Maybe he's trying
to distance himself.

Tanking informant program.

FBI's catching heat. Again.

Well, shit.

Ah, pardon me for that.

People don't love law
enforcement like they used to.

Or lawyers,
for that matter.

Do you know there's
this tribe in Nigeria

where the night before a wedding
they have this tradition

that the bride's family
takes the groom out

and kicks the living crap out
of him to see if he's worthy.

Right?
It's pretty inhuman to us.

But to them,
it's just how they do things.

It's their way of life.

Who are we to say that ours
is any better?

Looks like you went through
the ritual yourself.

- Oh. Oh.
- Hm.

Ah-ha. No, it's change
of season, you know?

- I'll get you a towel.
- No, no, that's all right.

Uh, need to get back.
FBI needs the manpower, right?

No need to tell
Decourcy I stopped by.

Hey, Ma.

You didn't want
to send Benny off?

Give her a goodbye?

She'll be fine.

Yeah?

It's a tough thing
to swallow, though,

that she'll get better
away from us.

I just keep thinking of all
the things I could've done.

All the things
I should've done better.

Don't be so dramatic.

Your only job as a parent
is to keep your kids alive

long enough to have kids
of their own.

The rest is up to them.

I made my peace with that
years ago.

Yeah, of course you did.

So this is my fault?

Don't you dare
put this on me.

All this shit with Benny

started the day
you went back to school.

You want to blame someone,
go look in the fuckin' mirror.

♪ And the thought
takes place uptown ♪

♪ I grew up on the sidewalk
where I learned street talk ♪

♪ And then taught to hawk
New York... ♪

You got in a fistfight
with your high school principal?

You're never fightin'.
You boxed.

It was a different era.

Catholic schools in the '50s.

Nuns and priests
beat the kids.

And your parents
were okay with this?

They went through
the same thing, probably worse.

Okay, so you...
You and the principal...?

Father McKenna.

Junior year
in basketball practice.

Things get chippy,

and I clip some kid.
Not a big deal.

- Just teenage boy bullshit.
- Mm-hmm.

Father McKenna's
standing at the doorway

and doesn't say a word,
just leaves.

And we keep playing
like nothing happened.

Father McKenna comes back,
walks down to the court

and says, "Wrong sport."

He hands me a pair
of boxing gloves.

Who won?

Father McKenna was built
like Andre Tippett.

One punch,
I'm out cold.

You know,
I'm not sure

who the bigger asshole
is here, you or him.

Definitely me.

Father McKenna
was a good man.

Well, then why'd you
fight him?

Because...

you get a chance to hit the guy
at the head of the table,

you take a swing.

Where's my brother?

He's doin' the heavy lifting.

We need you to boost
a getaway car.

Shouldn't you handle that?

I got a record,
you got a badge.

Jimmy, are you gonna
carry your weight on this,

or you gonna make me and
Frank do all the fuckin' work?

All right.

- ♪ There goes my gun ♪
- ♪ My gun ♪

♪ There goes my gun ♪

- ♪ There goes my gun ♪
- ♪ My gun ♪

♪ There goes my gun ♪

Hey there, handsome.
You havin' some car trouble?

The fuck you
gonna do about it?

Total mystery.

Like fuckin' Twilight Zone.

Kelly Kinicki was here,
then he wasn't.

But for all we know,
maybe, you know,

he got sick of his wife and
ran off with something tighter.

Where were you
the night he went missing?

Not at the Ebb Tide,
for fuck's sake.

Just give me
your best guess

as to what transpired
that evening.

Eh, you serious?
Isn't that illegal?

Like... like hearsay,
or some shit?

Hey, you let me worry
about the law, Mr. Ryan.

I-I just want you to talk.

You don't want to get me
talking, I won't shut up.

Another person of interest
in the case, Tommy Hayes.

- Any idea where he is?
- Nope.

And let the record show
I can't fuckin' stand that guy.

Jackie Rohr.

What about him?

So you know Jackie?

Is that why I'm here?

What's the nature
of your relationship?

Boy Scouts.
He was my pack leader.

That guy knows
how to stroke a cock.

I-I don't doubt that.

But Mr. Ryan,

if Jackie's ever
screwed you over,

made you do something
you found questionable,

now's the time to stop lying
and start telling the truth.

Oh, no, you're the one
who's lying, pal.

Yeah. You're the one
who asked about Jackie,

which means this is about
the bank guards.

You don't give a single fuck

about poor white trash
Kelly Kinicki.

You're right. I don't.

I don't much care
for you either.

You looked me in the eye
when you said that.

That's good. Now we can be
honest with each other

and you can tell me
what the fuck you want.

From you?

Absolutely nothing.

Your walls are tumbling down.
We got you dead to rights.

Sheik Sheehan's in jail.
The grand jury's stampeding.

You're not dumb.
You knew this day would come.

Looks like we got
two options.

You can let me
call my lawyer

and we can get on with this
grand theft auto bullshit.

And option two?

You can let me walk
out that door and boost a car.

Now why the hell
would I do that?

Because...

there's gonna be another
armored truck robbery.

Same gang as Revere.

Soon. Real soon.

Okay. Let's hear
the details.

Nah, the only detail
that matters is...

I'm in a cell,

the heist won't happen,
you get nothin'.

But you let me go...

you can stop the thing.

You could be fuckin' Superman.

If I'm Superman,
who are you?

I'm a guy who always
owes somebody somethin'.

I want to try it
the other way around for once.

Where are the kids?

Uh, down the street.

Playin' with the Donnellys.

Husband's at work?

Yeah. Why?

I want to talk
to you alone.

Oh, Jesus. What?

I promised I wouldn't
tell Frankie,

so I'm telling you instead.

Jimmy tried
to kill himself.

Holy shit.
What, pills? What?

He made a noose
out of a jump rope.

Christ.

He even tries to kill himself
like a fuckin' child.

Argh!

You know I gotta tell
Frankie this, right?

That's why
I'm tellin' you.

They gotta call off the job.

They gotta call it off.
It is... it's not worth the risk.

It's... Jimmy's out
of his goddamn mind!

Hey, no matter what you say,

you're not going to be able
to convince him.

Same goes for Frankie.

Then you gotta
say something to him.

Oh.

He used to listen to me.

That went away
a long time ago.

You know what
I'm talkin' about, Cathy.

You're already feeling the gulf
with Kick.

Fuck.

Hey, pencil dick.

It's funny how that works.

I say "pencil dick,"
you instinctively react.

And who might you be?

Rachel Benham,
County Sheriff's office.

What can I do for you?

Clay Roach.

Who's that?

He's an informant
for you guys

at the FBI.

Never heard of him.

Hmm.

Then why'd you give
Michaela Freda his name?

I found her notebook.

Inside: Southie Clasby,
Clay Roach.

Big, fat arrow
connecting you two.

And yet you never
heard of the guy?

You know, there's a reason
little girls play house

while little boys
play cops and robbers.

Have you heard?

Heard what?

Clay Roach is dead.

And he didn't die
of old age.

Jackie. I spied you
coming down the hall.

You want to sign the card?

- No.
- You sure?

Actually, I'd like to change
my answer to "fuck, no."

Not even for Salvie?

He was your partner,
for Chrissake's.

Maybe Gladys and I
will go to the Bahamas.

How you doin'?
Get the fuck out.

You quittin'?

I'm not quittin'.
I'm retirin'.

It's the same fuckin' thing.
It just sounds nicer.

It's... it's like saying
"mentally challenged"

when your kid's
a fuckin' retard.

What the fuck are you
gonna do all day?

Sleep in, afternoon jog,
glass of wine before bed,

be with my wife.

Oh. I cannot begin
to tell you

how fuckin' miserable
that sounds.

A normal person
would congratulate me.

Well, let's not start
to measure normal.

You don't quite qualify either,
all right?

Jackie...

I don't know
what I'm doing here anymore.

My instincts are gone.
All I got are habits.

Our boss is under investigation
for using FBI money

to fix up his house.

I want to get out
while I'm still in the black.

You should do the same.

Fuck that.
I want my pension.

Bullshit.
You want glory.

Well, the thing about glory,
I wear it so well.

You ever feel guilty, Jackie?

I mean, after all
the shit we pulled?

Fidelity, bravery, integrity.
That's our motto, right?

But you can never
have all three.

Sometimes being brave cuts
you off from the fidelity part.

And integrity?
Integrity is like pussy.

We drive ourselves crazy
thinking that we need pussy.

But at the end of the day,

pussy don't get us
where we need to go.

What we do...

gotta be an animal
to fight the animals.

Yeah.

That's why I'm quittin'.

Does God watch me pee?

Tony!

Why would you ask
a question like that, buddy?

My CCD teacher said
God can see everything

all the time.

Must mean he sees me pee.

True. That's why girls sit down,
to hide their privates.

- Kick!
- All right.

Ignore your sister.
God is a gentleman,

and he closes his eyes
when you're in the bathroom.

Dad, can we see the airplanes
after school?

We just saw the airplanes?

So? I like 'em.

We can't go
the same place twice.

That's...

Boring.

We're gonna try
something new, all right?

- For real?
- For real.

I got loads
of secret spots.

I got spots
that are so secret

that sometimes I can hardly
find 'em myself.

All right, you guys.
Come on, finish.

We gotta go.

- Bye, Daddy.
- Bye.

- Coats, please. Backpacks.
- Boom!

Boom! Bam!

Bow.

Here, lunches. Coats on.
Lunches are right here.

Grab your backpack, please.
Get your brother's.

I'll pick you up
from school at 3:00 sharp.

Okay, Daddy.

I'm gonna call you
after work.

Okay.

I love you.

- Bye, Daddy.
- Bye-bye, guys. Have a good one.

All right, guys,
let's get goin'.

In the car.
Come on, let's go.

- Hi, Uncle Jimmy.
- Oh, hey, sweetheart.

- Have a good day at school.
- Bye.

Bye.

You take your meds today?

Yeah, I did.
Two blues and a yellow.

Thank you, Dr. Cathy.

Be a man today, Jimmy,
all right?

I mean it.

Hey, all right, come on.
In the car.

Fuck's her problem?

I don't know.

I think she's concerned
with how things are gonna go...

considering you tried
to kill yourself.

Oh, fuck. Ma told you.
Fuckin' bitch. Fuck.

Cathy thinks...

I think...

you should sit this one out.

And leave you a man short?
No way.

Why'd you hang that noose?

Because I heard about how
when you're gettin' strangled,

the blood that's supposed
to go to your brain

- goes to your nutsack.
- Yeah. I'm serious, Jimmy.

There's nothing fuckin' serious
about it, okay?

I... it's just...

It's a fuckin' misunderstanding.
I-I drank too much.

And... and then, you know,
I got sad

about Megan and...
And Nikki leaving.

It's fuckin' embarrassing,
is all.

There's no shame in you
walking away right now.

I'm fine.

All right? Actually,
I'm better off, all right?

I got clarity now.

And maybe... maybe Cathy's
only half wrong.

I think you should
sit this one out.

I may be a fuckup, all right?
But I know that about myself.

Every time that I...

that I get involved
in something,

there's always a chance
it could turn to shit, you know?

And...

if that happens,
I just...

I don't wanna...

I don't wanna drag you
down with me, you know?

That's why
I got to be there.

To make sure that everything
goes as it should.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Jenny.

You weren't in class.

You missed my presentation
on psychoanalysis.

DJ, I... I'm droppin' out.

I thought teaching
was your passion.

How would I know
if it's my passion?

I've never taught a day
in my entire life.

I feel like an asshole
for even saying that.

Look, quitting
is a big decision.

You said I'm a good listener,
so... before you do anything

just let me listen.

DJ...

You don't have to do
anything to me.

I can just
take care of you.

This should be fun.
No stress.

Yeah, there's just...

it's just there's rules
against this.

Being unfaithful.
I'm Catholic.

- So am I.
- Yeah, but you ain't married.

How about we just talk?

Jenny, the last thing
I want to do

is make you feel
uncomfortable.

Please don't be nice.

I-I know you mean well,

but, you know you're...

You sound like, uh...

My whole life, I've only been
with two men.

And neither of them
treated me any good.

Your husband...

does he hurt you?

No, no,
it's not like that.

No, Jackie, uh,
doesn't abuse me.

At least not physically.

Huh.
Like that's a compliment.

And the other guy?

Did he hit you?

No, worse.

I never told anyone, uh,

but Jackie knew
somethin' happened.

Somethin'... bad.

And a couple of years
after we got married,

Jackie confronted him,
made him leave town.

At least I think
that's what happened.

Jackie could have killed him,
for all I know.

Who was this asshole?

It was my dad.

Happened in our basement.

That's where I used
to do my homework.

I was 14.

He was drunk.

Sweaty.

He... He had this blister
on his thumb.

I couldn't look at him.

So I just...
I turned my head.

All I could do was stare
at his stupid airplanes.

When I finally told my ma,
she seemed...

happy...

that he went after me
and not some stranger, you know?

Me. Me, she could control.

Bleach out the stain.

She even drove me herself

to make sure the mistake
was taken care of.

Anytime there's a robbery,

the police point their fingers
at Charlestown.

So we're going to throw 'em
off the scent.

A couple of receipts
in the glove.

A McDonald's in Cranston.
A gas station in Elmhurst.

Placed a lifted hair sample
on the dash

where any New England cop
can find it.

Two getaway cars
parked at the scene.

Me, Jimmy, Joe,
drive it to the chop shop.

Bernie uses the other one

to disappear the guns
at the Central Landfill.

Are you sure you can trust
this old fuck with a gun?

Maybe give him
a whistle instead, huh?

I got us Red Sox tickets.
Day game.

Save the stub,
study the box score.

We each had a beer
and a pretzel.

So Rachel and I

will be in the rear compartment
of the armored car.

The perps will most likely
enter the parking lot here.

We confront them head-on.

Cruisers pull it,

cut off their exits
here and here.

We'll have officers
inside the wholesaler

that'll pop out
once the fun starts.

I called down
at Bristol County.

They got jurisdiction, but they
threw us a courtesy mutual,

given the connection
to Revere.

Said they'd provide backup
and a medical team.

And what about FBI, SWAT?

FBI won't be joining us today.

Why not?

What'd you do?

Nothin'.

I just don't want Jackie.
Anywhere near this case anymore.

Halle-fuckin'-lujah.

Two years in,

already I miss the fuckin' '80s.

Everybody was makin' money.

None of this recession shit.

The bad guys were in Russia,
not in Tailhook.

President was a fuckin'
movie star.

He shoulda stayed
a fuckin' movie star.

Well, you can't blame a guy

for trying to make his way up
in the world.

- Hey, I got a story for ya.
- Of course you do.

What, all of a sudden
you don't like my stories?

Not now, Jackie.

I'm covering
for a sick colleague.

I got three trials,
all waste-of-time misdemeanors.

Where are these ass-fucks?

Something goin' on today?

- Always.
- With Decourcy Ward, I mean.

Well, you never know
with him.

Ain't you supposed
to be supervising?

What's the matter?

Ward pull the welcome mat
out from under your feet?

Ah, so there is something
going on?

You created a monster, Jackie,
in your own image and likeness.

Oh, don't pin that shit
on my chest.

We're just cooperating
on a case.

Cooperating with you
is kissing your ass

and thanking you
for the opportunity.

You still have not answered
my question.

You know what, Jackie?

You always reminded me
of the deaf sage of Pompeii.

- You remember him?
- No, I don't do the Roman shit.

It's too fuckin' long ago
to make a difference.

Plus, they were all pederasts,
so no fuckin' thanks.

Yeah, well, you talk and talk
and talk, but you never listen.

I mean, you weren't
made to hear,

so when the volcano blows

and the fire and brimstone
start raining down,

you don't notice
all the screaming.

You're just standing out
in the backyard,

your prick in your hand,
pissing in your garden.

As they say,
from the ashes.

You're stalling.
Where the fuck is he?

- What?
- Where is he?

Fall River.

Fall River?
That's Bristol County.

What the fuck
is he doing there?

Making headlines.

This is Rohr.

I need a location
on Sergeant Hank Signa

and Deputy Rachel Benham
right fuckin' now.

♪ Rakin' 'em up,
breakin' 'em up ♪

♪ Standin' on shaky ground ♪

♪ Too close to the edge ♪

♪ Let's see
if I know the ledge ♪

Will you turn this shit off.

I like this song,
all right?

What happened to keeping
a low profile?

Thy will be done,

on Earth as it is
in heaven.

Give us this day
our daily bread

and forgive us
our trespasses...

You're fuckin' prayin'?

Yeah.

Faggot.

I got a MAC-10
sitting between my feet.

You're calling me names?

Hey, you want to know
what God is?

- Jimmy...
- No, no, no.

You want to know what God is?
Look at me, look at me.

He's that little voice in your
head that refuses to believe

that this doesn't end.

Refuses to accept
that all the shit

that you do
every fuckin' day

- is totally fuckin' meaningless.
- I said enough, Jimmy.

Fuckin' meaningless.
Jesus Christ,

I'm fuckin' joking, okay?

♪ Shells lay around
on the battleground ♪

♪ Dead bodies are found... ♪

How are we doing up there,
Brinksmen?

You got any Dramamine?

Faster. Hey.

Faster. Faster.
I said faster, cocksucker.

When you're fuckin' your
boyfriend and he says faster,

do you fuck him this slow,
huh? Huh?

- I'm doing my best, sir.
- Come on.

You're only clocking
seventy-fuckin'-three.

Ever seen those two things
hangin' behind your dick?

Those are called your balls.
Now fuckin' use 'em.

Use 'em! Pedal to
the motherfuckin' metal!

Brinksmen are in position.

- Copy that.
- Backup is as well.

Ten-four.

Would you ever let
your son be a police officer?

Whatever makes
Morgan happy.

But I'm hoping, for him,

"happy" means tax law.

♪ Check the intellect
and inspect the thighs ♪

♪ Select the best one,
pull her to the side ♪

♪ Keep her occupied
for the rest of the ride ♪

♪ Read her my résumé,
She knew already, cool ♪

♪ Just meet me after school ♪

♪ We can moan and groan
Until your moms come home ♪

♪ And you'll be calling me
Al "Dope" Capone ♪

Last night
we went to the movies.

What'd you see?

I wanted Howard's End.

He wanted White Men Can't Jump.

Never trust a man

who don't let you
pick the movie.

We compromised. Saw FernGully.

Talking animals and fairies...

It's for kids.

- Cathy, take the little ones.
- Holy shit.

I can't listen
to this today.

You okay, Cath?

I'm fine.

You don't seem fine.

I've got a headache,

and I need
a little bit of quiet.

Is this 'cause of the mistake
you made with Liz and Perry?

What, I make one
fuckin' mistake,

you get to throw that shit
in my face?!

- Huh?!
- That's not what I meant.

Oh, it's not
what you meant.

You know what? How about you
don't worry about my mistakes

and start worrying about your
own, 'cause you make plenty.

Yeah, matter of fact...

You know what?
Pack your fuckin' scissor kit.

Pack your scissor kit,
pack your fuckin' hair spray,

your fuckin' mousse,
your boyfriend's picture,

and get the fuck
out of my salon!

You're fired!

I'm sorry.

I was just making sure
you were okay.

Okay.

Annie...

forget I said that,
all right?

Just take the rest
of the day off.

Just go home.

Salon's dead anyway.

We got time
for a bathroom break?

I can never tell
when you're joking.

Well, when the nerves kick in,
my stomach goes wild.

All right,
you full of shit?

Yeah. That's what I'm sayin'.

I've sat in a car with you
for hundreds of hours.

I've watched you stuff your face
like a fat fuck, day after day,

and not once
did you ever need a toilet.

I wasn't nervous then.

Well, you're not nervous
now either, all right?

You're just saying you are
because you know that I am.

We can't both be nervous?

Fine, I'll hold it.

Brinksmen, you've got company.

We see 'em.

All right, let's go.

Fuck!

- Shit.
- Police! Drop the guns!

- Down on the ground!
- Fuck! Let's go! Move!

Hit 'em.

FBI! FBI! Don't move!

You're
surrounded! Nowhere to go!

Don't move
your hands or...

Don't do
anything stupid!

- Put your weapons down!
- Everyone shut up!

We are armed officers
of the law!

If provoked, we will fire!

Now turn the engine off,
throw the keys out the window,

step down
from the vehicle.

We don't wanna hurt you.
Don't give us a reason to.

Drop the guns,
put your hands in the air

- and walk towards me.
- Fuck!

FBI!

Think for a second!

You're outgunned
and outnumbered!

- What do we do?
- There's only one way

this ends well for you.
Be smart!

Oh, fuck, Frankie.

Being a pussy
wasn't part of the plan.

Get out of the car!
Throw out your weapons!

Damn it,
get out of the car!

Obey our commands
or we will shoot!

Fuck it.

There's no place to go!

Exit the car!
Hands in the air!

Someone's gonna
cast the first stone.

- You are surrounded!
- Yeah.

Get out of the car!

No! Frankie.

Motherfucker!

Officer down! Officer down!

Officer down!

Get out
of the fuckin' car!

Everybody calm down.

Hold your fire.
Hold your fire! Hold your fire!

Bernie Hannahan, Boston PD.
I am a hostage.

Fucking weasel.

Remove the keys
from the ignition.

Over the mirror, asshole.

- Hands on your head.
- Hands on your head!

Get out of the fuckin' car.

C'mon.

All right, stand down.

Listen to me, all right?
Okay?

Don't you go nowhere, okay?

I'm shot.

Where would I be going?

Fuckin' vultures.

Blood is on your hands,
Jackie.

Not the time
to point fingers

I'm not pointing fingers.
I'm just letting you know.

Despite whatever
you might be thinking,

you're no fuckin' hero.

- Not now, not ever.
- Never claimed to be.

Just doing my job,
same as you.

So why don't you
save your preaching

for someone who gives

- a flying shit.
- Don't...

Oh.

You ain't gonna swing
on me, D.

Not your style.

If you were, you would have
done it months ago.

Hey, Mommy.

Hey, guys.

Hey. Come here.

Seat belts.

It's times like these
I wish I was still a smoker.

Any sign of Hank's
wife and son?

Not exactly a quick drive
from Hyde Park at this hour.

Working this job,

I've realized that
most people are good.

Ninety-nine percent
of the men and women I've met

try to be decent, honest.

But that one percent...

that one percent is very loud,

and very active,

and very, very effective.

You sound like
you admire the prick.

Not at all.

I want Jackie Rohr
out of my life.

I may be able
to help with that.

Good. You're finally home.

I have an idea
I want to bounce off you.

We're trying to stop
the flow of guns

by addressing demand,
gangs on the streets.

What if we attack
the supply side too?

We organize a boycott
of any bank

that issues business loans
to firearms manufacturers.

Decourcy?

State police
detective Hank Signa was killed

when the FBI made a major bust
today in Fall River.

Four men driving
a stolen vehicle

and armed with
automatic weapons

attempted to rob a Brinks truck
containing...

Can't sleep.

Half million dollars...

What's the matter?
Nightmares?

No. Just can't sleep.

- When officers arrived,
- Come here.

One of the suspects
opened fire

and was subsequently
gunned down.

The three remaining suspects
are in custody.

These people are responsible

for several robberies
in the Greater Boston Area.

This isn't a personal victory,
though.

This is a victory for honor,

decency, in this great city
of Boston.

Despite our hard work
and sacrifice,

the FBI has developed
a bad reputation.

That ends right now.

This was a bad day.

It's a bad day,
but that's all this is.

It's just one bad day.

..ten years earlier.

The suspects are also
under investigation

for another armored car...

There's gonna be
good days again soon.

Your grandpa...

my dad...

he's the nicest guy
in the world.

Whenever I couldn't sleep,

he used to sing to me.

FBI! FBI!

- Clear. All clear.
- Clear. All clear.

Load in. Take whatever you want,
and then load out.

My husband's already in custody.
The fuck else do you want?!

Hey, you can't do that!

Actually, Mrs. Ryan,
we can.

Mommy? Who are
all these people?

Guys, okay, we're gonna
take a little ride. All right?

We're gonna go get in the car.
Come on, come on.

- What's happening?
- Come get your shoes?

Nothing, baby. It's all right.
Come on, we're going to go.

Excuse us!

Let's go, Kick.

Get your coat.
Come here, Tony.

Put your coat on.

It's all right.

We're just gonna go
in the car, it's okay.

Come on, buddy.
Come on.

Kick. Kick, come on.

Marie, here, help your brother
with his shoes.

Calm down, Tony,
baby, listen...

So what are ya,
fourth grade?

Look at me.
Everything's gonna be fine.

I'm going to tell you
what my father told me

the night our house burned down.

Life is all about finding
happiness in unhappy endings.

Fuck you.

You'll be fine.

"Juice -Know the Ledge"
by Eric B. & Rakim plays...

♪ Sip the juice,
I got enough to go around ♪

♪ And the thought takes place
uptown ♪

♪ I grew up on the sidewalk
where I learned street talk ♪

♪ And then taught
to hawk New York ♪

♪ I go to Queens for queens
to get the crew from Brooklyn ♪

♪ Make money in Manhattan
and never been tooken ♪

♪ Go Uptown to the Bronx
to boogie down ♪

♪ Get strong on the Island,
recoup, and lay around ♪

♪ Time to build
my juice back up ♪

♪ Props stack up,
suckers get smacked up ♪

♪ Don't doubt the clout,
you know what I'm about ♪

♪ Knocking niggas off,
knocking niggas out ♪

♪ Shaking them up,
waking them up ♪

♪ Raking them up,
breaking them up ♪