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[somber music.]

[Jackie] I'm just here to
help your son, Mrs. Townsend.

When you gonna stop acting
like a naive little boy

and get your shit
together, Rickey?

This young man asked
for his lawyer,

but you still questioned him?

You are gonna stay the
fuck away from my wife.

I came to you for help, and
you turned your back on me.

[gunshot]

[indistinct radio chatter]

[knock at door]

What's the best kind of revenge?

[door closes]
I-I don't...

When something terrible
happens to the person you hate,

and you didn't have
to lift a finger.

[chuckles]
The whole of Charlestown

is dancing in the streets.

Jimmy Ryan is dead,
shot in the face.

The ultimate humiliation.

No open casket.

His loved ones can't
take a last look.

He has no loved ones.

Cops know who did it?

Not yet. [Sighs]

Is there something else?

Yeah.

A federal grand
jury has been called

to consider charges against you

for letting off that
kid, Rickey Townsend.

He's gonna testify
that you released him

to protect an informant.

It takes shady character
to lie under oath.

Trust me, that's not Rickey.
I don't peg him as a turncoat.

Ah. Well...

I think you're wrong.

I think this
mendacious little shit

is about to fuck us all.

Well, I say we let
our new U.S. attorney

build her case around evidence
that's definitively false.

House of lies burns quickly.

When the timbers fall,

we'll see who's limping
and who's standing.

Mm. [Clicks tongue]

[Desolate music]

[door closes]

[person on PA]
Dr. Stuart,please dial 2-1-2-6.

Dr. Stuart, please dial 2-1-2-6.

In the name of the Father,
the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

[Jackie] Bless me,
Father, for I have sinned.

It's been...

Jesus Christ, I
think it's 17 years,

since my last confession.

[Doyle]
Why are you here, Mr. Rohr?

Why have you chosen to see me?

Well, we got a
history, you and me.

You know, I know your sins.

[whispering]
Why shouldn't you know mine?

Oh, I think I have
a fairly good idea

where your guilt lies.

[normal voice][chuckles]
No, you don't.

[Doyle]
Look, if this is about Jenny,

I did what you asked,

and I've sat on your
side of this partition,

atoning for that sin.

That's because my wife
didn't deserve what you did.

What we both did.

Well, you know, I'm starting
to think that it's not so much

what you do

as who you do it to.

I mean, sure, I done
wrong by my wife,

by my daughter,
too, and I'm sorry,

but, you know, that's my family.

When you fuck somebody
else's family up, that...

God already knows what
you've done, Mr. Rohr.

When you confess,

He assumes the
burden of your sins.

There's this woman. Uh,
she's in the hospital.

Stroke.

I'd like you to pray for her.

I'll do that. What's her name?

That seal of confession in play?

[Doyle] Yes, of course.

Holly. Her name's Holly.

You remember the
Act of Contrition?

[laughing] Not really.

[Doyle]
Well, for your penance, I'd like you

to relearn that prayer.

Say the words every day.

You may not be able to fix
whatever you've done to Holly,

but I'm sure there's

an egregious act
you've committed

that you can correct.

[snorts]

Jesus Christ, this
shit only gets worse.

[knock at door][Grace] Anton?

[sighs]

Kel, baby.

Time to get up.

Ma, come on. Give
me another hour.

What you doing to be so tired?

Not what you thinking.

How you know what I'm thinking
if you're not doing anything?

Ma, come on. Another hour.

Too early in the morning
for tongue twisters.

Where's Anton?
Don't know.

Things come full
circle, don't they?

Was a time my parents
couldn't tell me a thing,

and a time I couldn't
listen if I wanted to.

[scoffs]
The evolution wasn't there.

Tongue twisters, now Darwin?

No, baby, evolution as
in the brain forming.

Human brains don't
grow up till around 25,

so the stupid things we do...

Not that we should get a pass,

but we're not finished
being who we are.

["Check Yo Self"
playing on boom box]

♪ Used to be the Don Juan. ♪

♪ Now your name is just Twan. ♪

♪ Switch it, snap it, ♪
♪ rolling your eyes and neck. ♪

♪ So you better run a check. ♪

♪ So chickity-check yo self. ♪

♪ Before you wreck yo self... ♪

[gunshot]

♪ So chickity-check yo self ♪
♪ before you wreck yo self. ♪

♪ So chickity-check yo self ♪
♪ before you wreck yo self. ♪

♪ Come on, check yo self. ♪

♪ Before you ♪
♪ wrickity-wreck yo self... ♪

[gunshot]

Aah!

♪ Mic-microphone check, ♪
♪ mic-microphone check. ♪

♪ Ooh, check it. ♪

♪ Watch out now. ♪

Hey. Hey, you
feeling any better?

Sorry?

[Jenny] Well, you seemed, uh

you seemed a little
down the other day.

I don't mean to pry, but...

Oh.
Shh.

I beg your pardon?

Shush yourself.

[Lisa] Places, everyone.
[chuckles]

[Lisa] Jenny, here you go.

Just right there.

Okay, everyone, let's
open to hymn 33.

Uh, hey. Hey, you
walking my way?

Appears so.
[small laugh]

Oh, I-I'm Jenny, Jenny Rohr.

Maeve Regan.

[Jenny] Oh.

So you're new to
the neighborhood?

Aye, fresh off the boat.

Well, the 747.

I moved to Boston a few
weeks ago from Belfast.

[Jenny]
Wow. I can't even imagine

putting down roots
in a strange city,

much less a foreign country.

I mean, I still get
lost on the North Shore.

[chuckles]
Well, I tell myself I know where I'm going

and why I came to America,

but that could just
be another delusion.

I don't...
[Maeve] Sorry.

Um, my spirits are a bit low.

Word reached me that a
cousin of mine was killed.

A car bombing.

Oh, God, Maeve, I am so sorry.

That's the way of
life back home.

[Jenny]
But do you have any family here?

No one.

[Jenny]
You know,I have an idea.

Why don't you come
over for dinner?

You know, best
remedy for sorrow,

besides a glass of
vino, is good food.

I'll throw some cabbage
in the lasagne for you.

Oh, God, is that racist?

That was racist.
No, it's not.

No?
I see you've wasted no time

finding friends, Maeve.

[Jenny]
Oh, she's coming over for dinner.

Oh, that's very
kind of you, Jenny.

Maeve, uh, could I have a word?

Fine.

[Doyle] Is that all right?
Okay.

[Doyle] All the best.

[Uneasy music]

[indistinct chatter over radio]

Not the best day
for Junior Senegel,

dancing between life and death.

At some point, the
element of surprise

starts to wear thin.

No surprise here.

Junior helped us fuck
over Kelvin Campbell,

so either Kelvin fired the shot,

or his big brother Anton did.

Yeah, I doubt those
are the only two

who wanted Junior dead.

You might be right.

I'll go talk to
Junior's parents,

see what they know.

I'll come with you.

These days, the
Youth Strike Force

doesn't exactly have
a stellar reputation.

From what I hear,

according to the grand
jury, neither do you.

[laughs]

You two pick out names?

If he's a boy,
Carney, after my dad.

Eloise will certainly love that.

Mm-hmm, and if
the baby's a girl,

we'll go with Zora.

These your ideas or
yours and Decourcy's?

Mine and mine alone.
[chuckles]

Besides, I haven't
even told Decourcy yet.

That baby carriage is precious.

[person on PA]
Mr. Roberts,please meet your family

in the second-floor
waiting room.

Mr. and Mrs. Senegel,
I'm Sergeant Caysen...

Unless you come to tell us
who did this to our boy,

leave us in peace.

I'm Decourcy Ward,
assistant district attorney.

This is Sergeant Caysen.

Sorry to have to meet you
under these circumstances.

[Chris] Mr. Ward's being polite.

The truth is,

there's a bullet out
there with Junior's name

engraved on the side.

[Decourcy]
The sooner we apprehend the felon,

the better Junior's chances
are of staying alive.

[Speaking Haitian Creole.]

Any problems in the neighborhood

might involve Junior?

If so, you need to tell us.

What makes you think
we can trust you?

Sir, I'm a man of my word.

Sergeant Caysen here
is an honest cop.

And Junior could use a
friend or two right now.

Toussaint is
Junior's given name.

Revolutionary. It's
a hard act to follow.

Emmanuel and I came
to this country

to make a new life,

but in this land of big money,

our clothes aren't good enough.

Our foods are not good enough.

Even Toussaint's name, not good.

Only violence is good enough.

I hear you, Mrs. Senegel.

That's why we need to find
the guy who shot Toussaint

and put him behind bars.

It's our best bet at
keeping your son safe

and, God willing,
somebody else's kid, too.

[indistinct chatter over PA]

He curses the boys who
live in Braxton Summit.

[banging on door]

What's up, Kelvin?
[sighs]

Ah.

Man, don't y'all have
anything better to do

than harass people?

We're just checking in on you.
[door closes]

Couple hours ago,
Junior Senegel was shot.

You wouldn't happen to
know anything about that,

now, would you, Kelvin?

I'm his alibi.

Does Kelvin need an alibi?

No, but that's what I'm saying.
He got something better.

He got me.

Me and Trisha been home all day.

[Chris] Trisha Jefferson, right?

Yeah, this one has a CORI.

Sticky fingers.
Loves to shoplift.

No convictions.

But thank you for putting my
business out on the street.

Keep this up, I'll take you in.

On what grounds?

Roundabout saltiness.

Kelvin, call your moms.

[Decourcy] Where is your mother?

Working.

And your brother?
Working.

And why were you in
here and not at school?

College Founder's Day.

Oh.

Be a pity if you
had to drop out.

You know, Walpole doesn't
have any music programs.

Yeah, and you don't
have a warrant.

That's an easy fix.

But we didn't do nothing.

[Kelvin] You heard my girl.

Now do some Houdini shit.

Now you see me,

now you don't.

[Tense music.]

Kelvin's telling the
truth. And he's terrified.

He doesn't know what
happened to Junior.

That leaves us with
Anton. He's far from easy.

Best I handle him alone.

Do that. I got to tidy up
some unfinished business.

Jesus, Jimmy, you
poor son of a bitch.

Great Gatsby had
a better turnout.

Are you a friend of the family?

Yeah, we used to
play poker together.

Son of a bitch still
owes me 50 bucks.

Well, kid, I would've
brought you flowers,

but that would be like me
saying I'm glad I'm not you.

May you rest in the peace

of an everlasting
coked-out bliss.

May you wake each morning

to a harem of naked
bathing beauties

kissing both cheeks
of your pale Mick ass,

and may your twisted spirit

scare the fuck out
of your enemies

in their sleep, but not me, kid.

Not me.

And, Jimmy,

when you do get to Heaven,

listen to me, you're
a natural-born fuckup,

so your time there
is bound to be short,

but don't look back.

From one piece of
shit to another

you're not missing
anything down here.

Nobody came, huh?

[Jimmy] Ah, the girlfriend.

I think we missed the rush hour.

When his folks
called to tell me,

I asked what happened.

They said he was shot.

By who?
Nobody knows?

Huh?

Not that the who matters.

Jimmy was always
gonna end up here

on the early side of life.

What you said... you
forgot one thing.

His daughters.

Yeah, they're gonna miss him.

Maybe, but, you know,
little kids tend to move on

pretty quick.

No sense of yesterday
or tomorrow.

They only know right now.

I know who you are, Mr. Rohr.

And you can go fuck yourself.

[Somber music]

[knock at door]

You got a lot of balls,
coming into my shop.

I'll be happy to
get to the point.

Jimmy Ryan was shot, twice.

Premeditated murder.

Now, I know there are 100 people

who could've pulled
that trigger,

but I'm a sucker for symmetry,

so I'm guessing the
finger on that trigger

was yours.

Am I right?

My face say "idiot"
or something?

Your husband thought
he was smart.

I thought I was smart, too.

But sometimes you're too smart.

Oh, was that the look you had

when you killed
your brother-in-law?

[Cathy] Hear this, Mr. Ward.

Jimmy was my family.

He was a rat piece
of shit, mind you,

but still my family.

Family values, yeah.

Yeah.

But you never visited
the funeral home.

I checked.

And you had motive.

Jimmy did send
Frankie to prison.

[scoffs] Mm.

Nah, see... [chuckles]

I was in the courtroom

you prick.

You sent Frankie to prison,

and prison was the end for him.

I'm asking you to
be honest with me.

Hmm? So I'll start.

[Peppy music]

I thought about
killing Jimmy myself

and not just that day in court.

But shoot him in the face?

Fuck. It's the perfect touch.

A deft hand.

Now, your three kids...
They depend solely on you?

And their
grandparents, too, huh?

Give me one reason not
to send you to prison.

Uh, hmm,

maybe 'cause I'm innocent.

Okay, look, do a little
horse trading here.

You tell me what
Jimmy's been up to.

I keep your kids
out of foster care.

[scoffs]

So you want me

to become an informant

the thing I hated Jimmy for.

Irony abounds.

What do you care what
Jimmy's been up to, anyway?

Like I said, symmetry.

[sighs]

Look, all I know is

Jimmy was moving drugs
from point A to point B.

Got to be more specific.

Roxbury to Southie.

Who were the suppliers?

Couple of Black guys.

Brothers?
[Cathy] Maybe.

Don't know. Anything's possible.

Did Jimmy ever mention a
Kelvin or Anton Campbell?

Jimmy tended to babble.
He mentioned a few names.

Those might've been two of 'em.

There's no way of
really knowing.

Now, you need to get
the fuck out of my way,

'cause like you said, I
got three mouths to feed,

and they go from Dr. Jekyll
to Mr. Hyde hungry

come dinnertime.

[objects clattering]

So where are you from?

Dublin? County Cork?

Northern Ireland.

Would you be Irish, too, Jackie?

I'm Scotch-Irish,

which means I'm
dying for a drink,

but I'm too cheap to pay for it.

Oh, well, that puts
everything in perspective.

You're Protestant, then?

Oh, no, no. Jackie's
a half-assed Catholic.

Yeah, he goes to Mass
once a year... Christmas.

And then he's
always disappointed

that Santa ain't there.

[Maeve laughs] And you, Jenny?

She's 100 percent guinea.

Dad, I'm half
guinea. Don't forget.

Yeah, my family's from Sicily.

[Jackie] You should see
her mother's wedding album.

The faces.
[Jenny] Don't listen to him.

He's just setting
himself up to say,

"Oh, there's only
three miles of ocean

between Italy and Africa."

Well, there is.

So your people have
been here a while, then?

Well, my ma's family
landed on Ellis Island

turn of the century.

And your dad?

Her father's family swam
over with a school of sharks.

[Maeve] Well, I
think the Italians

are beautiful people.

[Jackie] Unlike the Irish.

Dirty, drunken bloodsuckers.

Jesus, Jackie, you know what?
You're being an asshole.

Okay? Maeve is my guest.

No, not... not to worry, Jenny.
[sighs]

Would you happen to
have any Irish whiskey?

[Siobhan playing jazz piano]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[keys jingle]

Mm.

No, no, no, keep going.

It makes me wish
I'd have learned

how to play an
instrument as a kid.

Huh.
[Decourcy] Not the piano.

The tuba. Something boisterous.

Well, there's still time.

You can take lessons yourself.

Or... mm

maybe somewhere down the line,

you can learn with someone else.

How was your day?

Honestly, this is the best part.

Your Honor, please
ask the witness

to answer the question.

Well, Jimmy Ryan's
face was blown off.

Yeah.

You know, when I first
heard the news, I was, uh...

[liquor pouring]

I don't know, I was-I was
something-something like

happy.

Mm.

That's his karma.

We pay a price in this
world for frayed loyalties.

[chuckles]

What, you not joining me?

Not right now.

[Decourcy] Oh. All right.

How was your day?

We're pregnant. [Chuckles]

[clears throat] Uh...

[stammers]

Did you... when-when
did you find out?

Thursday.

Wait, wait, you waiting
to just now to tell me?

Really, Decourcy? Is
that the best you can do?

Well, hey, hey, hey.

Uh, no, it, um...

Guess I'm done
sipping cognac, eh?

Come here. Come here.

Then Bram Stoker, he
goes over to Ireland,

and he's riding through the
bucolic Irish countryside

with whoever, whatever,

a-and they notice
all these people

deranged with hunger...

Men, women, little ones.

T-they're skin and bones.

They're so starved that
they don't even look human.

Aye, the potato famine.

So old Bram goes,
"What the fuck?"

And he pokes his head
out of the wagon,

and they see a thousand old hags

sucking on their
fingers and their hands,

drinking cow's blood
and pig's blood,

and Bram is horrified.

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,
the next thing you know,

they're gonna be
drinking human blood.

Get me the fuck away
from these bloodsuckers."

Then later,

after five or six
glasses of absinthe,

Bram thinks, "Wait a
minute. I'm onto something."

And Dracula is born.

You know, this may
come as a shock to you,

but we have bounced
back in the 150 years

since the potatoes went rotten.

Yeah, for some, the Republic
is picture-book Ireland,

where the tourists go,

but up at the North Channel...
Larne, Carrickfergus...

No, these are
quaint little towns

that kiss the sea.

We're not all blood and bombs

or bloodsuckers.

[Singing in Irish.]

Wow, that's so pretty.

Bit of Irish as payment
for a home-cooked meal.

So, Maeve, why did
you come to America?

Same reason as everybody does...

The money.

["C.R.E.A.M" playing.]

♪ Running up in gates. ♪

♪ And doing hits for high stakes. ♪

♪ Making my way on fire escapes. ♪

♪ No question, I would ♪
♪ speed for cracks and weed. ♪

♪ The combination ♪
♪ made my eyes bleed. ♪

♪ No question, I would flow off. ♪

♪ And try to get the dough all. ♪

♪ Sticking up white ♪
♪ boys in ball courts. ♪

♪ My life got no better, ♪
♪ same damn 'Lo sweater. ♪

♪ Times is rough and ♪
♪ tough like leather. ♪

♪ Figured out I went ♪
♪ the wrong route. ♪

♪ So I got with a sick tight ♪
♪ clique and went all out. ♪

♪ Catching keys from 'cross seas. ♪

♪ Rolling in MPVs, every ♪
♪ week we made 40 Gs. ♪

♪ Yo, bro, respect mine. ♪

♪ Or here go the TEC-9 ♪

[tires screech]

♪ Cash rules everything around me. ♪

♪ C.R.E.A.M., get the money. ♪

♪ Dollar, dollar bill, y'all. ♪

♪ Cash rules... ♪

[Anton] Go.

♪ C.R.E.A.M., get the money. ♪

♪ Dollar, dollar bill, y'all. ♪

♪ It's been 22 long, hard years ♪

♪ I'm still struggling. ♪

Yo hold it.
Don't run!

Stop!

Hold it right there!

[tires screeching]

[both grunting]

[Anton] Get the fuck off.

[Tony] Fuck! Stay down.

Got his hands.

Get him?
Get down!

Get down! Get the fuck down.

[handcuffs clicking]

I got him.
You got him?

Yeah.
All right, get up, Anton.

Thanks, boys.

We got it.

Look what we have here.

We got one with a gun.

[Tony] Where'd you get
this little number, huh?

[Anton] From your mother.
[Tony] Huh?

[Anton] She's just like you.

Overtime white and
overtime stupid.

That's nice talk.

Yeah?
Yeah.

[Chris] Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, hey, all right,
what the fuck?

Suferin, calm the fuck down!

[Tony panting]

[Anton] This fucking job.

[sniffs, grunts]

Babe?

Hey, I... I swear I'm thrilled.

You know? I just...

I... I know how much
we want this baby.

I just wasn't expecting for you

to tell me you was
pregnant tonight.

So put your coat back on,

go back through the front door,

and come back tomorrow.

Maybe then you'll
be more receptive.

Hey, but, ba... oh, come on.

Give me some
breathing room here.

Anybody would be daunted
by the responsibility.

Most of your reasons for not
wanting a child are selfish.

I am selfish. So are you.

That's... it's always
been our thing.

It's part of the attraction.

Well, I'm guess I'm at
the point in my life

where I require more.

So... so when our
baby gets here, right,

how do you plan to
balance everything?

Us, your career, the
Coalition, social life?

Are you asking me to
be a stay-at-home mom?

No.

Yes. Uh, look...

I lost my mom to cancer
when I was 12 years old.

She was there until she wasn't.

All right?

Presence has its blessings.

Well, there are different
ways to be present.

Women navigate these
waters every day.

Been doing so for centuries.

Good night.

[phone ringing]

Hello.

[Chris] Dee, we
busted Anton Campbell.

Resisting arrest, illegal
firearm, distributing.

Come join the party.

I'll see you in 20 minutes.
[Chris] All right.

Babe, you better get dressed.

[Anton] If you're half as
good a lawyer as Mama says,

I'll be home in bed

by time you pull out the
parking lot in your Lexus.

Now's not the time
to be a smartass.

[Anton] Is there ever a
good time to be a smartass?

[knocking on window]

You know the other day Junior
Senegel was chased down

and shot in the stomach?

It takes a lot of anger
to settle a score.

A measure of strength,
too. But here's the thing.

There's always gonna
be a new score,

new chain of young Black bodies
bleeding out on the street.

Now, you may not care

whether you die or
live another day,

but my hunch is,
your mother does.

Don't bring my mother into this.

Well, it's a long
history of women,

mothers nurturing the
living, mourning the dead.

Marys, the Mary
Magdalenes, the...

You seem to be on a
fishing expedition.

Are you gonna charge my
client with something?

Eventually I am.

I will,

'cause Junior's gonna live,

and when he wakes up,

he's gonna tell me
everything that happened.

What you did.

Mr. Ward, please
ask Mr. Campbell

something relevant
to tonight's arrest.

Otherwise, this sad
attempt at an interrogation

is over.

[sighs]

Unless you'd like to discuss
the bruises on his face?

[Decourcy] He resisted arrest.

[Siobhan] I'd like to
see the police report.

I heard it was a
boxing match. You lost.

That's bullshit.
[Decourcy] Hmm.

You know, Socrates
said, "Know thyself,"

but we don't all
get the opportunity

to do that, do we, now?

To know ourselves, to
grow into ourselves?

Take Raina Allen...

Little girl who died

in the crossfire
on Valentine's Day.

She'll never know what
being a teenager means.

My client is not here
to discuss Raina Allen.

Now, unless you have
evidence of the contrary,

I suggest you stick to
the matters at hand.

Damn. [Laughs]

Wow.

"Wow."

You must think it's
a fucking joke, huh?

Funny thing is, I
know how this ends,

and trust me, you don't
get the last laugh.

[Somber music.]

Didn't know you were a smoker.

[Grace] I quit after I
got pregnant with Anton.

This is a once-a-year,
stress-induced indulgence

you're witnessing.

Grace, I...
[Grace] I hope you know

how much this means
to me, having you,

this little girl
I've known forever,

looking out for my family.

I say this with the
utmost respect for you.

Wake up.

How do both of your
sons end up arrested,

both of them?

Anton was caught with
an unlicensed gun

and crack cocaine.

He resisted arrest.
Says the BPD.

Profiling happens all
the time to all of us.

[scoffs] Well, maybe not
as much in the South End.

Oh, please don't make me
apologize for my privilege.

I'm using my privilege
to help your son.

Not every attorney
will give a damn

about another young Black
man facing ten to 15 years

for a guns and drugs charge.

You sound like your mother

after she turned her
back on the movement.

Okay. [Clears throat]

I'm gonna pretend like
I didn't hear that

and continue to do my job,

which I'm excellent at.

But in the meanwhile, reassess

and get your goddamn
house in order.

[Jackie] Good morning.

Tell me why you felt the need

to throw the evil eye
at Maeve last night.

She's alone. No family nearby.

Jen

why do you give a
shit about this woman?

There's a war going
on over there, Jackie.

Catholic against Protestant.

Not something I like
to think about, but

there's blood on the streets.

There's blood on
the streets here.

Haven't you noticed?
A little girl got shot

in Roxbury, going through
her Valentine's Day cards.

[slurps]

One tragedy doesn't
cancel out another.

Maeve's a refugee, just
like your grandparents were.

What the fuck you really after?

[sighs]

[bowl thuds]
You know what?

No one gave a shit about
me when I was alone,

when I was crying, so, yeah,

I want to do
something for Maeve.

I don't know what.

Just, uh, you know,
be there, I guess.

You weren't alone, Jen.

I took care of things, didn't I?

[scoffs] Yeah.

Yeah, but you never told me how.

We always sort of tiptoe
around the subject.

What happened to my father?

Your father did what I
told him to and got lost.

The same way Clay
Roach got lost?

[Corie] Hey, Cath,
there you are.

Wow, it's freezing out here.

Yeah, see, that's what
happens, you move to Florida.

You become intolerant
to the elements.

You forget that winter
in New England's

a bona fide bitch.

How you doing, Cathy?

Other day, I'm helping
Kick with her homework.

Social studies,
family-tree bullshit.

And we're taping this
picture of Frankie

to some piece of
construction board.

Something comes over me.

Before I even know
what I'm doing,

I'm looking up
the word "husband"

in the dictionary.

You know what the
word "husband" means?

Keeper of the farm.

Yeah, that's Frankie.

Pitchfork in hand.

Only, now I'm the
keeper of the farm.

I don't have Frankie
to complain to

when the water heater don't work

or we're down to
our last five eggs

or 20 bucks.

Half the time, I feel
like I'm walking around,

and I'm missing a limb or a rib.

You know, Frankie took
the kids here one time

to watch the planes fly
in and out of Logan.

And now I'm here.

I just keep thinking, maybe if I

sit here long enough,
I can hear him,

just hear his voice.

[Melancholy music.]

Hey, you start sadness up, it'll

it'll suck the life out of you.

I know you're half
warrior, Cathy, but you

you got to let go sometimes.

[sighs, sniffles]

It's freezing.

[Cathy] Yeah.

It's also kind of
fucking beautiful.

[elevator bell dings]

You don't look so good, kid.

Uh-uh. Address me, not my son.

I feel sick to my stomach.
I don't want to do this.

Please don't make me do this.

Listen, this nightmare'll
be over in a few minutes.

Just do whatever this
asshole wants you to do.

Listen to your ma, Rickey.

Sooner or later, reality
slaps you in the face.

Every man for himself.

You're really sitting up here,
asking me to break the law,

to do dirt on the one person
who come around and help me.

He could've been
like the officer

who put handcuffs on me.
[elevator door opens]

[Nia] Rickey. Rickey, wait.

Rickey, Rickey, listen to me.

Get off me, Ma!

Ma, I'm sorry.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You okay?

I'm fine.

You see? I hate this.

I hate this, man.

I hate...

[Nia] Rickey, no,
no, no, no, no!

No, you gonna break your arm!

Stop. Rickey, listen.

Look at me.

Babe, I love you.

I'm just trying to...

I don't know what the
fuck I'm trying to do.

This is my kid.

Do you know how hard
it is to keep sober?

I was six months dry.

Then you show up at my door

with those beers and that badge,

leveling threats
against me and Rickey.

You nearly cost
me my fucking job.

The system is
broken. It's corrupt.

You have no compassion for us.

You don't care about us.

You know, when I was a
kid, my ma used to send me

to bum cigarettes
from the neighbors.

Pretty soon, I'm coming home,
and for every two I get,

I'm smoking one.

I'm coming in the
house empty-handed.

You know, that's an ass
kicking right there.

But, you know, that one errand

that set me on a course,

or off.

[sighs]

Tell the truth, kid.

What?
Forget what I told you to do.

Decourcy Ward saved you 'cause
you deserved to be saved.

Do what's right.

Consider this an
Act of Contrition.

You asked to see me?

I was a little surprised
that the Townsend kid

changed his statement.

At the very last second,
he gives Decourcy Ward

a hall pass.

A shock, to be sure.

What happened?

I got the story
wrong. [chuckles]

A story you made up.

Rickey Townsend. He will pay.

Do you know what I see standing
in front of me, Jackie?

The lay of your life?

An agent whose day
has come and gone.

You need to retire.

Oh, okay. So we're
back to that, are we?

Well, this time, I'm insisting.

[Jackie] Things I've done,
you can't get rid of me,

'cause if I go, I'm singing
like fucking Sinatra.

"My Way."

And all the bad guys

who've been convicted
in the last 20 years

are gonna want a new trial.

You're gonna have to reopen
hundreds and hundreds of cases.

Your office will implode.

You'd destroy the fucking world
for the home-field advantage.

Believe it, darling.

Believe it.

[door slams]

[Decourcy] If They
Come In The Morning.

I love this book.

I heard her speak my
freshman year of college.

I remember thinking naively,

you know, "Angela Davis?

Who's gonna come to an
Angela Davis lecture at BU?"

Good thing I got
timing like my father.

Showed up early. They
were turning people away.

We never stop needing
revolutionaries.

Miss Eloise,

you and I haven't
always seen eye to eye.

I'd say we're
batting under .200.

Y-you know another
side of Siobhan.

Yeah, you know her before...

Before... she married you? Yeah.

Before she was an attorney.

Truth is, I'm surprised
that she married...

Me?

Another lawyer.

She's too smart not
to have recognized

the potential dangers
that might arise.

I can't talk to Siobhan. She
represents the Campbells.

But

yeah, I have my
reservations about Grace.

She's not necessarily all
that she seems, and...

I don't... it's... it's some
problems with her family.

Decourcy, that woman has changed

the face of Roxbury.

You go after Grace
on a whim or a hunch,

you are courting disaster.

I'm handling the case.

The murder of the
11-year-old girl?

And her sons might be involved?

[clears throat]

Look, I know you can't
tell me any details,

but sometimes you need
to take the long view.

That often means
the narrow view.

Distance yourself.

Now, Grace,

for better or worse,
almost always better,

she's committed herself

to improving people, our people.

Try to roll a truck over
her, directly or indirectly,

no one in her world
will support you,

or Siobhan.

Siobhan needs Grace's loyal
and large constituency

to win the city council seat.

Even if Grace is in the wrong?

[Eloise] My path, Grace's path,

diverged a long time
ago, but in her defense

what does "wrong" mean
in this day and age?

Who cornered the
market on that word?

Decourcy, you're going
to be a father soon

to an adorable baby boy,

or girl.

My grandchild.

Count your blessings.

Try not to trip over
your own two feet.

I already have.
Siobhan's pissed at me.

About the Campbells?

And other things.

[Eloise chuckles]

Well, maybe you should
rise to the occasion,

do something revolutionary.

[door opens, closes]

[door buzzes, opens]

Hi, Mama.

You didn't tell me you
were bringing a friend.

What, no hug?

There are no pleasantries

in what I'm thinking
or feeling today.

Mama, it was the cops...
No.

I messed up, Mama. I'm sorry.

That's how they get
you. "I'm sorry, Mama.

I love you, Mama."

I brought Reverend
Hughes 'cause...

Bible say if you gonna
pray, don't worry,

and if you gonna
worry, don't pray.

Your behavior requires
that I do both, Anton.

Young brother, your mother
wants what's best for you,

and what's best for you
is to be out of here.

Well, then, Reverend,
with all due respect,

call Miss Quays and get
me the fuck out of here.

And give me and my
mama some alone time

while you at it.
[Isaiah] Anton.

Once the system
gets a hold of you,

you may never see
the outside again.

You got out.

[Isaiah] 'Cause I
played my cards right,

but I missed years.

I missed births,
weddings, funerals,

things that most people
take for granted.

You ain't got to
worry about me, Mama.

I can take care of myself.

What about your brother and me?

Your mistakes are
bleeding us out, Anton.

My job, my reputation, our home.

We could lose everything.

Your "taking care of yourself"

is ruining the rest of us.

I love you, Mama, but
where's Siobhan Quays?

Where's Siobhan Quays?

[Dark music]

[door buzzes, opens]

Call Miss Quays.
Call Miss Quays.

Get me the fuck out of here!

Call my lawyer. Get
the fuck off me.

Call my lawyer...
I said enough!

Grace, you okay?

A woman in motion
stays in motion.

I was gonna say
just the opposite.

Maybe you need to take
a minute and sit down.

If I stop, I may not
ever get back up.

Uh, we ought to
organize the reverends,

walk the Four
Corners every night.

Start at nine o'clock
and shepherd the streets

till dawn.

Get some probation
officers, city officials...

Some reformed gangbangers.
Gain some trust.

Let the gangs know we're real.

Yeah, I'm on it.

You just take care of your boys.

My boys are the reason
why I need to walk.

I have to do
something, save face.

[Isaiah] Christ spent the last
night of his life in jail.

No shame here, Grace.

We're all just trying
to do the best we can.

Did Anton do his best?

Back there, Reverend, I
couldn't recognize him.

Did I do my best raising my boy?

[sobs softly]

Surprise.

Let me guess. Callie.

[laughs]

Oh, you know with
friends like Callie,

you have no secrets.

When I was a little girl...
Mm-hmm.

My mom and I would put
these in brown paper bags,

hand them out as party favors.

Mm.
Just stick them in a

mason jar with some dirt

and wait for them to bloom.

A tradition we'll
continue with our kids.

You know I never even heard
of winter white lilies

till I visited you and your
family on the Vineyard?

Froze my ass off that December.

We were testing you.

You still are.
Eloise is, at least.

[Siobhan] Luckily, no
one in my family but me

gets to decide if you
measure up or not.

Let me show you how to do that.

Bit like driving a Cadillac.

Oh.

[Siobhan chuckles]

Hey, us having a baby

is not an experience
I want to miss out on.

I'm ready to change
some diapers.

And if anybody can finesse
a career and motherhood

and the murkier side of
city politics, you can.

You're gonna be
a-a beacon of pride

for every professional
woman in Boston.

Mm.

And I'll be right
here beside you.

We're a team.

And we're gonna be
some damn good parents.

You know that, right?

I know that now.

Mm.

And that's all that matters.

[Decourcy] Oh, is it?

[Siobhan] Mm-hmm.

[Decourcy] Okay.
[Siobhan chuckles]

What are you doing?

Oh, just thinking.

About what?
You.

What about me?

Earlier tonight, when you
were practicing for the choir,

I was thinking about how I
couldn't wait to fuck you.

Yeah?
Yeah.

I've been thinking
about that a lot lately.

Last night, I was hoping

your little Irish friend
was gonna stay over,

and the three of us
could, you know...

Oh, fuck you!

Oh, that's not fucking funny.

Wasn't totally a joke.

Which makes you even
more of a shit bag.

I just thought maybe
you'd want to try

something new. I don't...

Oh, well, you
thought fucking wrong

as usual.

I need a beer.

Yeah, me too.

♪ Is my living in vain? ♪

♪ Is my giving in vain? ♪

♪ Is my praying in vain? ♪

I was expecting a
larger turnout, Grace.

Can't blame them, Reverend.

People don't feel safe in
their own neighborhoods.

[gunshots]

[crowd screaming,
shouting confusedly]

[person] See where they
at? I see them right there!

[Isaiah] Marco!

[bystander] Somebody
call an ambulance!

[person] They got Marco, yo!

[bystander] Say what?

[Somber music]

Hey.

Get up.

Let me ask you something.

Are you ready to send the man
who put you here to prison?

Where's my mom and dad?

Do you know who
Anton Campbell is?

Did Anton Campbell shoot you?

All right.

You know, while
you were sleeping,

Marco took a bullet
straight to the morgue.

Marco who?

Marco Barnes, Braxton Boys.

They ass weak.

Yeah, maybe,

but you know what
that means, don't you?

They came at you,
you went at them,

they doubled down hard.

Or let me rephrase.

Do you want this man to
try to kill you again?

Did Anton Campbell shoot you?

I'll take your silence as a yes.

Well, here's some
truth telling for you.

You better get him.

Or else you will? Is
that an ultimatum?

That's not my kind of justice.

Justice is a two-cent word.

Bitch.

[Somber music.]

Thanks for dropping in.

Marco just got into
BU, for fuck's sake.

How many of us get into
BU from Braxton Summit?

Haven't you figured it out yet?

[door closes]
This is our BU, baby brother.

Marco was our people.
I know.

[Anton] It ain't enough
for you to just know.

I'm in here. You out there.

Step up.
I want to live another day.

Can I just live
another fucking day?

All right, Anton?

When did we become bitches,

hanging our head and crying

while them Copeland
Crew motherfuckers

blow us away?

They laughing at us.

If you don't hit back
now and hit back hard,

they gonna pick us off and
move in on our territory.

Show these pink-ass
niggas what you made of

before they make a
pussy out of you.

So we go for broke and shit?

Don't trust nobody but Jermaine.

Jermaine don't need
to be out here,

clapping at innocent people.

Rewind that juvenile
thinking for me.

I don't think I
heard what you said.

Strays don't just come
with the territory, Kelvin.

Strays mark the territory.

Chaos is good business.

Mama was out there, too.

She could've been
one of them strays.

'Ton.

I thought the
whole point of this

was to bust the hell
out of Braxton Projects,

buy Mom a house.

♪ Is my praying in vain? ♪

♪ Oh ♪

[door buzzes]

♪ Is my labor in vain? ♪

[door closes]

♪ Is my singing in vain? ♪

♪ Is my speaking. ♪

♪ Is it in vain? ♪

♪ No - No, no. ♪

♪ Of course not. ♪

♪ No, no. ♪

♪ No. ♪

♪ No, no, no, no, no. ♪

♪ Of course not. ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ♪
♪ yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. ♪

♪ No. ♪

♪ No, no - Of course not. ♪

♪ No, no, no, no, no, no ♪