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Did you say "nigger"?

Is that what you called him?

Hey.

You already fucked up, brother,

so you might as well talk to me.

Did you say that word to a police officer?

Yeah, I said the word.

[Decourcy] You said that word

to a Black Boston police officer?

You put the hard R on it too, didn't you?

Yeah. I called him a house nigger.

Why?

'Cause he is one.

You, uh...

do you know the price of hate?

-What? It's a saying.

Eldridge Cleaver.

[Rickey] Man, fuck you.

Talking about Eldridge Cleaver right now.

I'm in jail.

So you know Cleaver.

Yeah, I know Eldridge Cleaver.

So you've educated yourself somewhat.

Yeah, somewhat, just like you.

Then why are you in here...

"just like me"?

Man, every day I get off the bus,

this motherfucker jacks me up.

I go to Latin.

When I went to King, I never had any problems.

Now, all of a sudden, when I go to Latin,

here's this big motherfucker every day.

Did you hit him?

Nah, man, I ain't- I ain't hit him.

You wanna tell me what happened?

I'm supposed to trust you now that we talking?

'Cause they keep you around, you Uncle Tom the rest of us?

Yeah, I said "Tom."

That cop's a bitch, and you're a Tom.

I've read Eldridge Cleaver.

A lot.

You're one of them.

You know, maybe you're smart--

or maybe you think you're smart--

but you damn sure ain't wise.

Nah, see, if you were, you'd ask for a lawyer.

Would've never even opened your mouth,

but you, you still holding out hope.

You still think your mom isn't gonna find out.

You still think you're going home,

that maybe-- maybe --

there's some justice in the world,

there's someone who cares about the truth of what happened.

Now, that may be smart...

but that sure ain't wise.

Doesn't mean you're wrong, though.

Maybe you can go home.

But you gotta decide right now.

You wanna be right...

...or do you wanna be happy?

Because maybe I'm that guy.

Maybe I just give a fucking shit.

Man, if you're lying to me...

that's fucked.

You wanna be right, or you wanna be happy?

-[knock at door] -Come in.

I dumped the Townsend case.

Which one is that?

Sixteen-year-old. Resisting.

[attorney] Kid Black?

Yeah.

You trying to prove a point?

Nah, no point.

You sure this isn't some passive-aggressive way

of you telling me to fuck myself?

That you don't prosecute what you don't want to?

What's, uh...

what's that line you've been telling me

the last few months?

You wanna be right or you wanna be happy?

Yeah.

You tell the fucking cop, then.

I'd be delighted, boss.

You ever been called a house nigger?

Yeah, to my face.

And I've been that kid.

And I've known cops like you.

Know what?

Fuck you,

you Huxtable-looking motherfucker piece of shit.

The Doobie Brothers' "Jesus is Just Alright"

upbeat rock music

Doo-doo-doo, doo doo, doo doo doo

Doo-doo-doo, doo doo, doo doo doo

Doo-doo-doo, doo doo, doo doo doo

Doo-doo-doo doo doo

[Holly] Watch where you're going!

I've been driving boosted cars on this road

since before your mother got her period.

I know where the fuck I'm going.

You know, Emerson says you can tell

the best heroes by their humor.

Sir Thomas More on the scaffold, et cetera.

-[Holly sniffs] -So what's that make me?

Mm ...nry VIII? -Oh.

I ain't never been that fucking fat.

Oh, but you'd kill your wife, maybe?

Okay, okay, so we go right to that subject, huh?

Oh, you already established that you'd cheat on her.

-Hearsay. Uh-huh.

There are all these stories about the great Jackie Rohr,

and I gotta say,

I'm a little disappointed in the new nickname.

What new nickname?

Oh, you don't know what they call you.

I am woman.

-[laughs] -Ah, fuck.

I am woman, hear me roar.

Jesus is just alright with me

Jesus is just alright, oh yeah

Jesus is just alright with me

Jesus is just alright

No. Holly!

Hey, hey, what the fuck?

Fuck! Fuck me!

Holly! Hey!

Holly.

Oh, no!

Salvy! What hospital are you working at now?

No! No, no, no. The fucking road's closed.

All right, listen. Listen to me.

Listen to me!

Take a walk outside in ten minutes.

Fuck me.

Jesus fucking Christ.

[Salvy] Jesus Christ!

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

Oh, nice! Nice!

Hey, thanks for stopping by!

Nice seeing you!

Oh! Oh, my God.

Young lady?

Jesus H. Christ.

I need a doctor!

[Grace] Tia?

Child, what happened?

Nana Campbell, they taking my house.

How they gonna take your house?

-Can I help you? -Who are you?

Randy Finch. I-I do mortgages.

How come I haven't seen you before?

I just transferred here from Hyde Park.

And you make ladies cry in Hyde Park?

Ma'am, she's defaulted.

Did you default?

I just need two more weeks.

You can't give this girl two weeks?

Why are you telling me my business?

I'd like to make a withdrawal.

You can step right over there--

No. You're gonna help me.

I'd like you to call Al Jacobi, your boss,

and tell Al I'd like to withdraw

all of the money out of the tenant management account

for the Braxton Summit housing projects.

This is ridiculous.

Al, I have a, uh...

person here who wants you to know

that my actions are causing her to make a withdrawal.

All the funds in the Braxton Summit account.

-What's your name? -Grace Campbell.

[Randy] Her name's Grace Campbell.

Yes, I have her, uh, portfolio right here.

No.

I know.

We don't have those kind of funds on hand.

Yes, sir.

Okay, I will.

-Mrs. Campbell-- -Ms. Campbell.

Um...we can work with Miss Jones here.

Mm. You're a good man.

Kill 'em, kill 'em

My lyrical beatdown will leave you in a coma

'Cause you can't hang

Without a high school diploma

Your brain of fatigue, you're out of your league

You're running out of gas and your tank is on E

Somebody buy him a heart 'cause he's petro

Take your whipping like a man

Brother, let go

No apologies, tears, or violins

Get your black suits 'cause I ain't smiling

I'm shooting the gift of gab

Brother, you're ripped in half

Soon as the mic is passed, you won't live to laugh

If there's laughter, I'll get the last one

You loafed on the lyrics and you caught a bad one

So who's got no style, look at your profile...

Man, where'd you get that jacket?

What?

Little Big Man boosted an LTD.

We rolled on that mall in Newton.

Gotta be three sizes too small?

Show off the fit, though.

Who gives a shit about your fit?

Man, don't nobody take sizes you rob a store, all right?

You take what you get, and you go.

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Go get my brother.

What you gonna do?

Grab the stash and go get my brother.

tense music

[Junior] Yo, Kelvin, where you going?

Where you going?

Come back here, motherfucker!

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Where you going? We right here!

Come here, motherfucker! We right here!

We right here!

[Kelvin] Come on.

Come on, you cokehead motherfuckers.

Anton! -What?!

We good.

[Anton] You good?

Yeah, we good.

Okay, folks. See you here next week.

Benny.

[Benedetta] Mom, what are you doing?

Oh, I saw they had an Al-Anon meeting,

same time as yours.

Just thought I'd sit in.

Okay.

Hey, you want a ride home?

I was just gonna take the bus.

Uh...why?

I don't know, I mean, I'll take the ride

if you want me to take the ride, but...

I took the bus here, so I can take the bus home.

You know I gotta learn how to be on my own.

-Right? -Y-yeah, but--

but you're not on your own.

Yeah, I know, Ma.

Can I at least drive?

You know, my, uh, astigmatism,

-you know, I have a-- Yeah.

I have a hard time being a passenger.

See you at home.

Yeah?

She had a stroke.

[Jackie] Who?

Your mother. Who the fuck you think?

-She's alive, though. -[Salvy] Yeah,

but she can't speak.

Her husband must be thrilled.

Oh, yeah, you joke.

Holly Gunner is an assistant U.S. attorney, Jackie.

There are people here asking questions.

Who's calling you this late?

One of your Guinea goofball cousins

just shit the bed, left you a million dollars

and the number of a divorce attorney.

Congratulations, sweetheart. It's your lucky day.

What? What do you wanna ask me for?

I think we should get Benny a car.

Is this her asking or you asking?

Mm, me.

No, she's been home three months now.

I think she's demonstrated enough that we can trust--

I'm not getting her a car so the next time

she runs off with some fucking idiot,

I gotta drive up to New Hampshire

and bail her out of trouble.

-Now, that's unfair. No.

You know what's unfair?

Is you being all the way up her ass

ever since she's been home.

Jesus Christ, leave her alone.

Ever since you threw out your mother's shit,

you've been stalking around here

like the fags in Camelot .

Get a fucking hobby, for Christ's sake.

You're really gonna look me in the eye and say that?

I had a job, and you went and fucked that up!

Oh, God.

Everything that ever went wrong in your life is my fault, huh?

[scoffs] No. I--

you know, I think we...

need time to cool off.

What? What? No. What are you doing? Wait. Wait.

I'm just talking here.

What, you want every conversation to go your way?

That's not how this works, Jen.

You know, you're right, Jackie.

Really?

Don't mean I gotta like it, though.

[Marco] Hey, yo, what you want?

What you need?

Nice outfit, asshole.

Shit! Fuck!

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Shit! Fuck!

[pursuer] Freeze, you fuck!

[pursuer] Christ!

Hey.

When you were with the feds, did you know this Holly Gunner,

the one they found half-dead outside of St. Eligius?

Uh, no.

Well, she works with the new U.S. attorney,

who'd rather keep this out of the headlines.

Don't blame her, but the family

wants justice for their daughter.

They called her congressman...

...who called me.

And you want me to handle this?

Here's how this usually works.

I let you drop a case, you drop one for me.

You do minimum investigating

and then say, "We found nothing,"

and everyone's satisfied.

What if there is something?

Did you hear me? Minimum.

No subpoenas, no warrants, no grand jury.

And then you say, "We found nothing."

-You trust me with this? -No.

But you're one person I can spare

if this blows back on us.

Why you gotta be difficult right now?

I'm not- I'm not trying to be difficult.

Maddie? So why the attitude?

Maddie?

Lady, not now, huh?

Hey, easy.

[Grace] What's going on?

Ah, God.

A significant amount of crack cocaine

was found inside the vehicle, okay?

Did you have a warrant to search?

Probable cause. -Based on what?

I could see the drugs in the car, ma'am.

Madeline Wilson, you're under arrest.

What are you charging her with?

[officer] Possession with intent.

Oh, you have to be fooling me.

Nana, I didn't do anything.

Don't say nothing till I get you a lawyer, child.

Back off. -Don't say nothing!

You hear me, Maddie?

[attorney] Where you going?

They're in there getting drunk off your work.

First thing you learn here, doesn't cost anyone anything

to tell you you did a good job.

Come get me when they put my name

at the end of that big sign downstairs,

starts with "Rawls & Goodwin."

Well, ducking out when they're celebrating

a merger you brokered isn't the way to make partner.

Tell 'em to put on Channel Four.

I've got other business to take care of.

You admitted that this coalition rally

has nothing to do with Cambridge.

Do not put words in my mouth.

You said that this rally is to draw attention

to the policing in Boston.

The policing in Greater Boston

is a drain on the greater metro economy.

Resources wasted, money poorly spent.

The people of Cambridge should know

where their taxes are going.

[councilman] These are submitted questions.

"What do you say to those that think holding this rally

in a place like Cambridge is an implicit threat?"

A larger part of your constituents

might be offended that you assume

they're just as afraid of Black people as you are...

Councilman.

Oh!

[Grace] Damn, Siobhan.

Took me years to adopt that kind of erudition.

Well, Miss Eloise didn't raise a fool.

Question was a plant.

Just can't believe the councilman

was dumb enough to read the thing.

Your mama has that great big heart

and style to cut a man's throat.

You got the style. You got the heart.

I won over the Braxton Summit Tenant Association, didn't I?

Got your support for the Genesis Coalition.

Now, I know Nana Grace isn't a fool.

Some people ain't never gonna stop

trying to make me out to be a fool.

Whose throat do I need to slit?

Could be a lot of throats.

Resident's daughter got brought up

on a possession charge.

She's never been in trouble before in her life.

She's dean's list at English.

Boston PD did this?

The Youth Violence Strike Force.

Well, they've gone out of their way

to work with the coalition.

-They wanna turn her out. -Excuse me?

You have to pardon the Reverend.

He's, uh, had his experience with Boston PD.

He can get a little agitated.

They want a snitch.

They wanna use HUD's one-strike policy,

scare this young woman into talking.

-One strike? -Convicted and evicted.

The rule applies to any person living in a HUD household.

[sighs] Just doesn't make any sense.

Like I said, I've worked with the Youth Strike Force before.

They are usually patient with first-time offenders.

Unless the investigation's been taken away from them.

By whom?

FBI.

I have to ask you a favor.

There I was, thinking I was dreaming,

but here's the nightmare.

A Braxton Summit family is being tossed out

of their apartment because their 20-year-old daughter,

who has no criminal record,

had a few dime bags of cocaine "found" in her car.

Siobhan, do you see me right now?

Yeah. I'm looking right at you.

No, do you see me?

This is what happens when you don't slow down.

You know, the- these people, they-

they see that you're after something,

and they're not there to help you accomplish that,

they're there to take advantage,

and this here is what's left.

You don't think I'm smart enough

to pick and choose my own battles?

You let that kid off the other night.

Yeah, and he called me a Tom to my face.

Yeah, but you let him off anyway.

You can act like you don't give a shit anymore,

-but I see you, Decourcy.

I did that to fuck with the cops.

You really wanna fuck someone over?

Madeline Wilson.

[Decourcy] I haven't seen this case yet.

'Course not, 'cause the feds took jurisdiction.

Now, think.

Whose balls can you break

to make sure the right thing's done?

Hmm?

Hah.

Want a drink?

Not a fucking word.

I'm in the middle of something important,

you summon me in here to come and kiss your fucking ring?

We got a date with Mahogany Row.

What? When?

[agent] Friday.

New U.S. attorney is on the fucking rag.

Perpetually.

I wanted to give you fair warning.

You get two guesses.

Bulger.

Yep.

That was Connelly's screwup, not mine.

Yeah, but Connelly isn't here anymore.

-So why me?! 'Cause you are here.

I hear the ticking of the clock

I'm lying here, the room's pitch dark

[Benedetta] Since when can you sing?

You don't remember me singing you to sleep

when you were a baby?

What's all that?

Ah, nothing.

Just some stuff of mine I forgot about from the attic.

Nice.

Uh, you need something?

Yeah. We should talk, Ma.

Um...

What's up?

I just--I've had to look over my actions

in the past year, and...

Are you making an amends?

Is-is that what this is?

An amends? -Yeah.

Yeah, Ma.

-You don't have to. -Mom-Mom, please.

I re--Mom, please. I really wanna talk.

All right.

Okay, I just-- I know I was a problem.

I was...

...I don't know how to put this.

I was angry. I was angry.

I was just angry,

and I think I fed off the hostility of this place,

and that's not an indictment of you or Dad,

I'm just saying, I...

never stopped for a minute to consider...

what you were going through, and what you had to deal with,

and what you've been through in your own life,

and I just--I never listened.

Sweetheart, it's okay.

It's not. No, it's not, though, Ma.

But you're a child.

Ma, please, just hear me out.

This isn't the kind of thing

you're even supposed to be thinking about.

But this all happened, so regardless

of what I say or you say,

this is something I have to think about.

Okay. Okay.

[Benedetta] Yeah.

Wanna-wanna sit?

Yeah.

[Jenny] So where do we begin?

Hey.

Madeline Wilson. You in on that?

We made the arrest.

Did you kick her case up to the feds?

No. FBI claimed it.

That doesn't surprise you?

Girl with no record, FBI claims it.

She had a night's stash worth of crack cocaine

in the back of her Camry.

And the FBI knew about the arrest

before we even booked her.

So what's that tell you about Miss Maddie Wilson?

The bureau wants her to flip.

[Caysen] Maybe.

And you just said, "Sure, no problem.'

FBI says they want her, what can I do?

Why is this important to you?

I've been asked to do a favor.

You might be out of your depth there.

Well, maybe.

But maybe there's a fed I can fuck with a little bit.

Interesting you should say that.

You hear about that assistant U.S. attorney

they found on the sidewalk outside St. Eligius?

Yeah.

Know who runs security there?

FBI. Retired.

Salvy Clasby.

Why-why does that sound familiar? Clasby?

Clasby, Clasby...

Oh...

Right.

Thanks.

I work both sides, same as you.

Now even the drunks won't listen.

What?

To your bullshit stories.

Supposedly, I ain't funny no more.

Were you ever funny before?

Oh, no, no.

No, we don't serve you people here.

Now, that's low.

Even for you.

It's not even pointed. Shit.

Hennessey on the rocks, man.

What, Jesus Christ, I thought you might

get the impression, if it weren't already apparent,

that I'm not here for conversation.

Yeah, Jackie, you ain't getting rid of me...ever.

If you could've gotten rid of me, you would've.

The fact that you can't has got to drive you fucking insane.

Well, people tend to hang themselves.

We all do. Just a matter of time.

You know, there's this line I've been dwelling on.

Can't seem to get it out of my head.

It's, uh...

the price of hate.

You feeling that?

Hmm? You hate them.

You end up destroying yourself.

Who said that? Nixon?

Ah, so you're familiar with the concept.

Is that how Holly Gunner ended up

outside the hospital of one of your old partners?

You give me too much credit, kid.

Oh, when you're good, you're good, Jackie.

So this is where the ask comes.

No, it's not an ask.

This is a "do this or else" kind of thing.

Oh.

Girl in Braxton Summit Housing

is being held by the FBI on a bullshit charge.

So what-what the fuck do you want me to do?

Talk to your colleague who's running

the investigation, a'ight?

Tell him to go find somebody else

-to groom as an informant. -Hey!

Have you been alive long enough to have seen Bill Russell play?

Here we go with the fucking stories.

[Jackie laughs] Oh, no, no, no.

Indulge me. Listen.

Bill Russell won 11 championships

in 12 seasons with the Boston Celtics.

He was part of the first Black starting five,

first Black coach, and this guy Russell,

you heard him speak, he was a fucking man.

But do you know why

you never see Bill Russell at the Garden?

Despite all those banners up in the rafters

and his number retired,

because in the '60s,

Bill Russell moved into a white neighborhood,

somebody broke into his house

and took a shit in his fucking bed.

Didn't even steal nothing.

Just took a shit between Bill Russell's bedsheets.

And nothing this guy had done mattered.

Not the winning, not the professionalism.

Someone took a shit in his fucking bed.

Oh, wow. So why even try, right? Right?

I'm not fucking asking, Jackie.

Can't help you, kid.

Things have changed.

The way this job is done has changed.

I can't do things the way I used to do them anymore.

I'm--I'm sorry.

You wanna push me?

You really wanna fucking push me?

[Jackie] Could I be any clearer?

Fuck you.

You know, I genuinely did not wanna believe

the rumors were true.

Hear me roar.

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Ow! Fuck! Shit!

[Benedetta] Dad?

[Benedetta] You okay, Dad?

[Jackie] What are you still doing awake?

Oh, I-I don't know. I couldn't sleep,

so figured I'd...you know.

Whoa! Are you throwing this out?

Remember when we used to play Fort Apache with this thing?

Yeah.

I liked being the Indians.

You always letting me win

probably wasn't historically accurate, though.

[chuckles] I didn't mind.

I've been looking for a short hill

to die on my whole entire life.

That-that was supposed to be a joke.

Dad, I need to talk to you.

Hey!

[Benedetta] We really need to talk, Dad.

Did I ever tell you...

about the time that the Indians took over the Mayflower

down in Plymouth back in 1970?

Yeah. Yeah.

Thought you'd be the last white man to kill an Indian.

What's the matter?

You don't like my stories no more?

Don't feel bad.

Nobody does.

[clicks tongue] Night, sweetheart.

I thought I heard you.

What were you talking about?

Did she make an amends to you?

No. What-what the fuck

would she have to make an amends to me about?

Did she make an amends to you?

No, don't answer that.

Was she trying to talk to you?

Why do you have to know everything?

'Cause I'm her mother.

[Jackie scoffs] And?

And?

[voice breaking] And I let that happen to her.

No.

That's your mother talking.

No, my mother never took responsibility.

All right, please.

I'm begging you...

...listen to me.

I know that's hard for you to do.

But please, please.

I've spent a lifetime wading through human shit,

and these things that happen, they're not your fault.

You know that.

I can't stop thinking about what happened to her.

What she had to--

You gotta find something else to do but worry.

I know, I know.

I-I fucked that up for you before.

I'm-I'm sorry.

I was wrong.

But I wanna help.

School wasn't really what I was supposed to--

[Jackie] No, no, please, please.

Don't start making excuses for me.

What do you want?

Uh ...don't know.

Well... what do you wanna do?

I don't know.

Well, you gotta figure that out, Jen.

Stood up too fast.

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[agent] Shit.

Rohr, what the fuck?

I thought you pricks had a nickname for me now.

What was it again?

I never sang the song.

No? What about you, you fat fuck?

I don't even know you.

One of the lucky ones.

Jackie, give me the wires.

Why? You got someplace you need to be?

-We're working here! Okay.

Madeline Wilson. Talk.

You trying to turn her? What?

Why else would I waste my time?

Can you drop the case?

Fuck am I supposed to do?

I made a big thing about taking her

-from the BPD. You can blame me.

That should work.

So what the fuck are you guys doing in Chinatown?

[agent] Informant gave us a tip.

Someone you know all too well.

Oh yeah? Who?

You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

Try me.

Jimmy Ryan.

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You know, when I was in middle and high school,

I had a pair of stethoscopes.

Yeah.

It's not true, but it sounds good, right?

[PA] Dr. Collins to emergency. Dr. Collins--

I don't think we've ever met.

You need no introduction.

You're the DA pooched the Ryan case.

Hmm.

How does an FBI agent end up in St. Eligius?

Mm? Private security's the dream.

Mm...

You still pals with Jackie Rohr?

We talk.

Oh. Let me ask you a question.

In your opinion.

Why would Jackie want to start

following the rules all of a sudden?

Comes with age. Fear of hell.

Or guilt.

Guilt over Holly Gunner.

I was being facetious.

You know if she was assaulted,

that crime falls into my jurisdiction?

We called the Boston police.

Something you didn't tell 'em?

I can't talk about a patient.

You know there's a surveillance camera

pointed at the sidewalk where she was found?

What's the warrant for?

Just something I need signed.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

[Karen] Top Echelon Informant Program.

What do you need to know?

Why have I not ceased to hear about this

since I was assigned here?

Uh, Boston Globe's coverage of Whitey Bulger.

Was Bulger an FBI informant?

I wouldn't know.

[Karen] Who would know?

Well...if he was an informant, we wouldn't know

'cause his handler no longer works for us.

Okay, then.

Jimmy Ryan.

He was an informant.

You ran him? -Yes.

Ah, but Bulger and Ryan are not comparable.

But you see where I'm going here?

Oh yeah, sure.

I'm the only one left around here

who was involved in a potentially damaging way

of doing business.

I'm the Last of the Mohicans.

This isn't nearly that romantic.

This is actually quite simple.

You retire, or I make your life hell.

I realize this is sudden.

You're used to your friends being in this office,

guys whose careers you made.

But unfortunately, they're gone,

and all we're left with is the bullshit

and the cost of what they've done.

Meaning me, right?

I'm the bullshit?

I suppose all Clinton hires are saints.

We don't cut deals with murderers.

Not so innocent, though.

Holly Gunner.

Holly had no professional problems.

Assistant U.S. attorney,

drugs in the middle of a heroin epidemic?

Yeah. Mm. That is a real issue.

Drugs hit close to home, don't they?

Do us a favor...

and walk away.

No.

You'll suffer me a while.

-Jackie. -Get the fuck out of my face!

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

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Mm. Jesus! Jackie.

Do you know this cunt in the U.S. Attorney's Office?

The slope bitch?

Uh, yeah...yeah, sure.

Uh, Karen Shimizu.

Yeah. Shimizu.

What do you know?

Her thing's civil rights.

Ah. Whose isn't now?

She was born in Manzanar.

Oh, yeah? What, the internment camp?

[Salvy] Yeah.

I could use that.

This isn't about that U.S. attorney--

Hey.

Nobody knows that I was with Holly Gunner.

She was young. She had too good a time.

End of story.

Then why'd your pal come around here asking questions?

That Black DA.

Ward?

How many Black DAs they got in Suffolk County?

Fuck.

Could've given him those surveillance tapes.

I'd've been free of you,

of this bullshit.

Why didn't I do that, Jackie? Why?

[scoffs] You really have to ask me that?

Oh, tell me some of that famous bullshit.

Make me feel better.

[Jackie] No, no, no.

No-no, no. No bullshit coming.

There's no feeling good about this.

Hiding what happened to Holly Gunner is just...

that's just something we have to do.

And if you expose me...

I'm not gonna feel good about ruining your life,

but it's something I most certainly will have to do.

Where are the tapes?

Gone. Erased. Replaced.

All of 'em?

[Salvy] There's a copy.

Okay.

I suppose that's your insurance policy.

I can live with that.

[Clasby] You got no other choice.

The price of hate.

Did Nixon say that?

I believe so.

[Eloise] And how's your husband?

Bitter, but I try to be patient.

He's reading a lot of DuBois.

Starting to get really tired

of hearing about the souls of Black folk.

I'm guessing he was close to his mother.

How do you arrive at that?

Just convenient how you slipped

into that role for him.

Don't. Here we are.

Mm-mm. Not gonna happen.

Politics isn't for the faint of heart.

Did you just talk down to me?

It was a lame preface to an apology.

An apology.

Where are you from?

Newton.

Well, that figures.

And you wanna talk Boston politics to me.

I was babysat by Mel King.

Yeah, you can wipe that "oh, gosh" look off your face.

You fucked over my husband

and didn't think I'd be looking into you?

Really, I just wanna work together.

Work together.

Like you can sit there and offer me something.

The fact that you're here means you need something from me.

Isn't that right?

I need a candidate who--

And you wanna talk politics.

Well, that was something to see.

Have you lost your mind, bringing me here?

You can't hold a grudge in this business.

Oh, well, then you really lost your mind.

This is Boston.

sports, politics, and revenge.

W--

so you're already thinking of running.

For city council?

Oh. Yeah.

I just don't need Josh Goshen to make it happen for me.

You know, for a guy who supposedly

made his name stealing cars,

it's not a great look, you don't have a fucking car.

Who told you I didn't have a car?

Why the fuck am I here?

Maybe I like having a chauffeur.

Are you testing me?

What's that you said about me "supposedly"

making money off stealing cars?

I heard you were part of the Hot Box Crew.

Not "part of." I was HBC.

Oy. Yeah?

Yeah, you and every other fucking Black kid I ever met.

Wouldn't get on the buses, says he's part of HBC.

How many Black kids you met?

I don't know.

About three.

And every white kid I ever met is a bank robber.

Armored car thief.

Yeah, it's a good point.

You really HBC?

-Yeah. -Yeah?

Well, you probably didn't get enough credit

for what you did there,

going down the demarcation line in Dorchester,

stealing all those busted American cars.

And then all that poor white trash,

they cash in on the insurance, and they buy Japanese.

Should be a fucking plaque

"Top American Sales Expediters."

You know, I like your brother.

He's a lot more talkative than you.

So we gonna do this or what, Denzel?

tense music

I won't end up like your brother.

You wanted a new market, right?

And you wanted to do business.

Well, you're not exactly the only fucking source

of heroin in Jamaica Plain.

Meaning?

Meaning...

do I get my product,

or do I go see what the other nut jobs can offer?

Oh, fuck.

Do we understand each other?

Yeah.

Fucking cocksucker.

Ow, fuck.

Motherfucker.

Fuck.

After all the trouble that you went through

not to go to school with these fucking people,

you end up dealing drugs in Roxbury.

How you know what the fuck I'm doing?

You're not my only snitch, Jimmy.

Yeah?

Well, you're not all wrong, okay,

but you're not all right either.

And to be specific, we're in Jamaica Plain,

and I only buy my drug supply here.

And luckily, these JP nigs--

they didn't go to school either.

They actually think I'm some sort of hero

-for getting away with murder. Mm-hmm.

And you figured you ratted out your own brother,

so why not a couple of drug-dealing boys in the hood?

No, no.

I didn't rat on him...

not yet.

They know you're talking to the FBI?

Jesus Christ.

The only reason I still talk to the fucking FBI

is so that they stay away from something

I might do in Southie, okay?

Happy Valentine's Day.

You do know they kill rats in Southie.

Yeah.

They also love heroin.

You hear anything about Decourcy Ward in Jamaica Plain,

you let me know.

I figured they'd carry you to work in a sedan chair.

This a joke about Asians driving?

Oh, no, that's not what I meant.

Why not just call me a dragon lady?

Well, actually, Dragon Lady was Chinese,

hated Japanese people.

Besides, it's a cliché.

Can I be honest with you?

[Karen] What do you qualify as honest?

Have you ever read Lincoln Steffens?

Madeline Wilson.

Who's that?

It's a case that we grabbed

from the Boston Police Department.

Youth Violence Strike Force set her up,

quite possibly with the blessing of the DA's Office.

How'd you come to that conclusion?

Well, she had no priors, no KAs,

no record whatsoever,

yet suddenly she turns up with a carful of drugs.

I mean, come on.

Why would they do that?

That's how we made informants in my day.

This you being honest?

No. This is me being honest.

Look, you got put into that job to take the blow

for all the old white men that had that seat before you.

Now, you're not responsible for what they did--

Whitey Bulger and the Top Echelon Informant Program--

but just like me,

you're gonna be left holding the bag of shit.

Now, you wanna prevent that from happening,

you gotta do what every fed in this town does

whenever the heat gets turned up too high.

You gotta go after the Boston Police Department

and the District Attorney's Office.

Let me make sure we're clear here.

You're suggesting a probe into the Boston Police Department

and the Suffolk DA

for doing the same thing you once did for us.

Takes a thief.

Jesus Christ.

Get on! -No, not now, guys.

-Come on. -No, now!

Come on! -Get on!

-Now! Get on! -I said--

Oh, Jesus Christ.

All right?

I'm on.

-Little weirdos.

uneasy music

You know, I really thought the harder amends

would be with Mom.

Sweetheart, you wanna make an amends to me,

you just do what you gotta do to feel good again.

Enjoy your life, kid.

That's-that's the only thing you owe me or your mom.

Neither of us are getting off that easy, Dad.

We still have to talk.

Ah ...d--

I-I don't--

I do.

I wanna be your daughter.

You are my daughter.

No.

You see me as a victim.

I don't know. Maybe that's just how I feel.

But if we could talk, maybe...

that'll change.

Are you hearing me at all, Dad?

Yeah, kid.

I am.

soft dramatic music

Three K light.

How can you tell that from watching?

Because ten K in old 20s is two and a half inches high.

What are we gonna do about Copeland Crew?

They must see us as weak.

Lot of the boys got caught up in that fed sweep last year.

They got everyone evicted from Braxton.

If it wasn't for that fed sweep, we wouldn't be here.

A lot of people above us till that sweep happened.

So what you thinking?

Copeland Crew needs a humbling.

tense music

Where you going?

We right here. Come here, motherfucker.

Let's go!

-[gunfire] -Oh, fuck!

Come on, get up!

We're right here! We're right fucking here!

[Barry] No! Somebody help!

[Barry] Somebody help!

solemn music

[Barry] Not yet.

Not yet. Don't you--no.

Don't take my daughter, not yet!

That's my daughter.

-Raina! -It's okay. We got you.

We got you and your family. I'm so sorry.

My baby's gone! I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry. She was such a sweet girl.

I'm so, so sorry.

Two gangs go after each other.

Stray shot catches Raina Allen.

Eleven years old, shot in the head.

You find them.

And I do not wanna hear a suspect died while resisting.

Dear Lord,

we thank you for bringing us together as a family,

and we ask that you keep Raina in your embrace.

Tonight we gather to share a meal in your honor,

and we thank you for this food

and for all our other blessings.

In Jesus' name,

amen.

Amen.

dramatic music

Hey. Hmm.

You mind telling me why the fuck I'm being subpoenaed

by a federal grand jury

for violating the civil rights of Madeline Wilson?

The f--

To get at me.

How's that work?

Jackie.

The feds investigate you,

the Youth Violence Strike Force.

Who makes your cases?

Me.

Investigating us for a civil rights violation

is his brand of irony.

Fucking prick.

You had to pick a fight, huh?

Fucking Indians stood on the deck of the Mayflower,

threw wax pilgrims into Plymouth Harbor.

Eh, no arrows left,

which is a shame, really,

because I been looking for a short hill to die on

my whole entire life.

A federal probe into the practices

of the Youth Strike Force,

saying that they planted drugs on Maddie Wilson--

that the hill to die on?

You know, I been trying to place that line

that you quoted to me the other day,

"the price of hate."

That's James Baldwin, right?

Eldridge fucking Cleaver.

Oh, but there's another quote of Baldwin's

that-that I-that I-I like.

"People are trapped in history,

and history is trapped in them."

Now, I'm gonna be self-referential here,

so forgive me, but you know that story

that I was telling about the Indians?

Do you know why the Indians became so beloved?

It's because they gave us an image of what we were not.

We could look at them and say, "That's not me,

and it never will be."

There's a price to hate.

There's also a value in having a good enemy.

This is where things get dirty, huh?

Excuse me.

The Standells' "Dirty Water" playing

I'm gonna tell you a story

I'm gonna tell you about my town

I'm gonna tell you a big fat story, baby

Aw, it's all about my town

Yeah, down by the river

Down by the banks of the river Charles

Aw, that's what's happenin', baby

That's where you'll find me

Along with lovers, muggers, and thieves

Aw, but they're cool people

Well, I love that dirty water

Oh, Boston, you're my home