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Nothing happened.

I'm a happily married man.

Bette, this is my wife Letitia
and Jackie Rohr.

You don't work
for the FBI anymore.

You work for us.

Jenny!

Son of a bitch!

I thought we agreed that you
weren't gonna call your father.

No, you agreed, and you forgot
to consult with me, as usual.

We got you surrounded, Anton.

You ain't got nowhere to go.

- Fuck.
- Fuck happened?

Fucking wheeled on me, Chris.

I am so sorry, Grace.

I shouldn't have
trusted any of you.

Officer Wallace.

You know whether he was
defending himself

or he executed Anton Campbell.

Calling again to follow up

on the status of
the Big Dig work logs.

Could you connect me
to your supervisor?

I'm saying you blew
Wallace's head off.

That's why you're on a desk for
the foreseeable fucking future.

We need to ask you
a few questions.

You had gunshot residue

all over your hands, Chris.

I go to the range every Sunday.
It's part of my routine.

I told you that before
I voluntarily got swabbed.

If I was gonna shoot someone,
I'd go to the range, too.

Hone the skills.

Use that as an excuse
for a failed paraffin test.

First 48 hours are critical
in a homicide investigation.

You're wasting them
talking to me.

Yeah, we disagree.

You've got motive.
You've got access.

You're good with a gun.
It's part of your routine.

Everyone in your department

seems to end up
dead or in cuffs.

About time someone
took a look at that, no?

I say this calmly
but with dwindling patience:

Fuck you.

- Your backup gun.
- What about it?

Please, forfeit the firearm.

- Why?
- Ballistics examination.

- No.
- Fine, we'll get a warrant.

I got nothing to hide, fellas.

But that doesn't mean
I'm gonna make this easy on you,

'cause I really fucking resent
the accusation.

I didn't kill Rick Dunleavy.

All I'm saying
is there's no reason

for you to be
in that courtroom today.

I'm going for the same reason
you are.

- To see justice done.
- And if justice isn't done?

Russ Wallace,
the only guy that can verify

that Suferin is guilty, is dead.

Chris Caysen
will tell what happened.

Okay, Caysen didn't see
Suferin shoot Anton Campbell.

And the defense has a slew
of character witnesses lined up

who are willing to say
Suferin's a hero.

Chris's testimony
will be enough.

Are you the experimental type?

You want to talk
about existential bullshit

- as foreplay?
- That's not what I asked.

Cocaine?

Been there, done that,
got the T-shirt.

I asked, are you experimental?

Are you sure that Sinclair...

He won't be back for hours.

So, there he is, you know, after
all these years, my father.

He shows up at the house
just to,

you know, talk a bunch
of bullshit.

No explanations, no apologies,
no Kumbaya.

And you gave that sucker
what he deserved,

a right hook to the nose.

So now he's suing me
for assault.

Yeah, Jackie wants me to talk
to some a-attorney he's hired.

You know, explain my side.

Why haven't you?

Because I'm not gonna
tell a perfect stranger

about me being abused
as a child by my old man.

You know?

And besides, Diarmuid Doyle
said that he'd try

to talk the bastard
out of the lawsuit, so...

Shit, I just feel like I've lost
my opportunity, you know?

But not to... not to have
my dad back in my life...

Believe me, I don't want that...
But...

To try to make some kind
of peace with the past.

Best way to make peace
with the past? Amnesia.

Yeah. I wish it was that simple.

You know, I know that my dad
cheated on my mom.

Christ, why do
all men cheat? I...

Suddenly, I don't think
we're talking

about your father anymore.

Yeah.

You know, I-I...

Jackie's been unfaithful to me
so many times.

But, you know, I...
Sue, I honestly thought

we were past all that shit.

Until... Oh, thanks.

Until last night.

I'm lying in bed all alone,

- and I just get this feeling.
- Oh, yeah.

I know that feeling. In the gut.

Yeah. And here. You know?

Any idea who he's
fucking around with?

Not exactly.

But he started acting squirrelly

when he got that job
with the Dryden family.

Oh. Letitia.

She loves torturing squirrels.

Apparently,
I'm the only suspect.

But you didn't shoot anybody.

And submitting your pistol
will help prove that.

So why force them
to get a court order?

Because I want the paper trail.

I'm about to testify
against Tony Suferin,

put him away for killing
Anton Campbell.

This is an attempt, by my
brothers in blue, to stop me.

- Then don't.
- Don't what?

- Testify.
- Maggie.

We've been through this.
I have to.

No. You want to.

Well, I don't want you to.

I have to,
'cause Russ Wallace can't.

Just forget about Russ
for a second

and think about yourself.

Proving your innocence.

Hey, Chris...

I can just say that I was
with you the entire night.

I-If your "brothers in blue"
are willing

to fudge the truth,
then so am I.

No, I won't have you
committing perjury.

Fine.

Then go to prison.

- And what do we tell the kids?
- For now? Nothing.

Morning, Dee-Cee.

What's happened, man? Why are
you in Boston? What's wrong?

Why do you always assume
the worst? Jesus Christ, man.

I'm driving up to Maine.
Figured I'd stop on the way

and see my brother
and his wonderful wife.

Oh, they ain't got
telephones in New York?

Nope, only carrier pigeons.

- Not very reliable.
- Uh-huh.

That's why I wanted
to deliver this myself.

"One thousand
one hundred twelve dollars

and sixty-two cents."

The payout from Pop's
insurance policy.

It's your half.

Two thousand two hundred
twenty-five dollars

and twenty-four cents?

The value of a life. Goddamn.

Yeah, broke my heart, too.

Hey, man, you should...

- you should take it.
- Oh, no.

Come on. Come on,
you took care of Pop.

- You deserve it
- Look, he told me emphatically,

"Make sure Decourcy
gets his fair share,"

so please don't do
what you always do

and complicate the situation.

- Just...
- All right.

And at some point,

we have to talk about
what to do with the house.

We can't sell our home.

Well, what other choice
is there?

Turn the place into the Franklin
and Eudora Ward Museum?

- You could live there.
- Oh, give up my condo,

with the doorman
and the maintenance guy,

to spend the rest of my life
shoveling snow

and fixing the boiler?

Pass.

Look, Brownsville's
on the upswing.

Okay? There's a lot
of hedge funders, ad execs,

lawyers looking to buy
and rehab old houses.

We could make a chunk of change.

- Louie?
- Oh.

- What brings you to Boston?
- Hey. I'm going up to Maine.

Oh. Why Maine of all places?

Never been.

My only view of the Atlantic's
been patrolling Howard Beach.

I'd like to see some trees.

Or maybe a deer or two.

You gonna drive ten hours
just to see some trees?

I'm taking the week.

To get my mind right.

- You should do the same.
- Oh, I will.

Once everything at work
settles down.

Speaking of which,
we're due in court.

So this is where you found
Dunleavy's body?

Lying on his back, blood
gurgling out of his mouth.

According to the file,
homicide canvassed the area

for witnesses,
but no one saw or heard a thing.

True.

None of the apartments have
a clear view of this location.

That's right,
it's a dealing spot.

Yep.

Here's what I need you
to tell me.

Any of the pushers show
any signs of fear

since Dunleavy was shot?

Harry Hall.

- Hey, Harry.
- Oh, shit, Caysen.

Hey. Why are you running
away from me?

Get any closer,
I'm-a light yo ass up.

Harry, stop.
I just want to talk.

Fuck off.

I don't feel like talking to
no white bitch with a side part.

Look, you know me, kid.

If you're in danger, I can help.

Look, I'm just gonna sit here.

Stand wherever you like.

Feel free to keep
holding the knife

if that makes you feel safe,

but you might want
to hide the thing a little,

so no old lady
comes down, screams.

You were with Rick Dunleavy
when he was shot?

- If I squeal, you gonna cap me.
- Harry, I swear

on the souls of my children,
I'm not gonna hurt you.

In fact, I can protect you.

Tell me who
you need protection from.

Not a chance.

Who's there?

You sent for me?

Jackie. Come on in.

Anita Baker, live at the Common.

- Quite a night, huh?
- Hmm.

You fucked up a childhood
kidnapping case. Gruesome.

You stood there
in my office, lost.

Thought your career was over.

I invited you to go see Anita.

Huh? That very night.

And she sang "Sweet Love" twice,

once with the band
and once a cappella.

That song was the only thing
in my head

for the next six months.

Yeah, and soon enough,
you were back on track,

skilled, confident, brutal.

Hey, listen, Jackie,

last evening, the young woman
with whom you saw me...

- Didn't see anything.
- Exactly.

Just like I didn't see you
this morning, with my wife.

Uh, yeah, that's that...

that's the exact expression
that you had years ago.

I'll say now what I said then:
There is no cause for alarm.

I mean that.

You can go now.

Morning, Grace.

- Grace?
- Oh, my God.

Sorry, I didn't see you.

Hey, so...

It's a big day. You ready?

Whatever God has in store,
I'll accept.

Even if the verdict
is not guilty.

Oh, we're not even gonna
put that energy out there.

Suferin's going to jail.

The day a white cop goes to jail
for ending a Black man's life,

hmm, pigs will be flying.

I got to go speak
to the prosecutor.

I'll see you inside.

Anton wasn't a saint.

I pray for his soul every night.

He had blood on his hands.

So if this was God's will
for him...

Cops don't get to play God
and take a life, okay?

No one gets to do that
without facing consequences.

I know this is a lot
for you, too.

Reliving everything
that happened.

And you still came.

Want me to pray?

Father God, it's me,
your humble servant Grace,

coming on behalf
of your children,

asking that you may have mercy
upon us and guide our steps,

so as we do our best

to live your word in this life,

we ask you for strength, Father.

Bless Siobhan, Father God,

your diligent servant

fighting for your people.
Our people.

Give her the fortitude
to face another day.

Let her know that weeping
may endure for a night,

but joy cometh in the morning.

These things we ask
in the name of the Father,

Son and Holy Spirit.

Amen.

Amen.

Let's watch the Lord work.

Rohr here.

Hey, you
coming home for dinner tonight?

I don't know yet.

The, uh, surveillance system
is still broken.

I'm waiting on the repairman.

He's, like,
an hour late already.

Oh. Okay, so you're, uh...

you're gonna stay
out again all night?

What are you talking about?
I came home last night.

Barely.

Jennifer, how many times
do I have to say this?

New job,

working long hours,

trying to make
a good impression.

Yeah, who you trying to impress?

I mean, the master of the house
or, uh... or the mistress?

What the hell is that crack
supposed to mean?

I...

Are you...

Jackie...

...our house is so empty.

All right, look.

I'll be home for dinner.
All right?

Uh, we'll watch some football.

The Cowboys/Redskins.

Monday night game.

Okay, yeah, I-I'll even
watch football with you.

Did you go see that lawyer
about the assault?

Tomorrow. Maybe.

Okay.

- Okay.
- See you later.

Regarding the defendant,

have you ever heard him use
racially charged words?

Yeah.

Things like, uh,

"Let's go 'N' hunting."

Or worse, he'd get physical,
strip-search Black people.

More than with white people?

Never white people.

Let's go back to the day
of Anton Campbell's death.

I want to focus your attention

on the moment just prior
to the gunshot.

Uh, I told my men
to hold their fire.

Then, over the radio,
I instructed Suferin and Wallace

to maintain the rear perimeter.

"Do not engage," I said.

Suferin acknowledged my orders
but defied 'em.

He entered the house, approached
Anton Campbell from behind,

then Suferin shot him.

Did you see the
defendant shoot Mr. Campbell?

No.

But he told me that he did.

Unabashedly.

Please, tell us his exact words.

Suferin said, uh,

"Anton wasn't gonna surrender,
so I took a chance and fired."

Bullshit.
I said more than that, Chris.

Mr. Suferin,
you will refrain from speaking.

It's bullshit.

So, did you lean
on Father Doyle?

I did.

- Did you get him to confess?
- I didn't.

Jesus, Milani,

he stole money from the parish
to buy guns for the fucking IRA.

There's no proof of that.

Well, what do you want, the IRA
to give you a fucking receipt?

If I was still with the Bureau,

I would've nailed
this fucking guy.

Like Jesus to the cross.

I got that autopsy you wanted.

Dominique Zanghi died
of a codeine overdose.

Unprescribed, I assume.

- Codeine?
- There's more.

The deceased had traces
of latex in her vagina,

which usually indicates
sex with a condom.

No bruising,
no defense injuries.

Toxicology also found quaaludes
in her bloodstream.

As you well know,
quaaludes are illegal.

Quite a party.

Sedatives followed by evidence
of intercourse could mean rape.

Jackie, if anything untoward
is going on,

you'll let me know, right?

You'll be the first.

Fuck.

During this standoff,

you knew Anton Campbell
was armed, correct?

Correct.

How did you know he was armed?

He fired a round.

At you and the other
police officers?

Uh, possibly. Hard to guess
where his mind was at.

Anton Campbell's arrest record
is filled with acts of violence.

- Objection.
- Judge Vela,

he was the primary suspect

in multiple homicide investigations,

all of which involved a firearm.

My client knew that, and Caysen
knew my client knew that,

which goes to justification.

I'll allow.

Knowing Campbell's
history of violence,

putting two and two together,

Anthony Suferin
probably saved the lives

of his fellow officers.

Possibly yours.

I gave my orders.
Suferin disobeyed them.

A man died needlessly.

If, as you seem to think,

Officer Suferin
was such a bad cop,

why did you keep him on the
Youth Strike Force for so long?

Three years.
Why not transfer him?

Aren't you, in part, responsible
for the death of Anton Campbell

by bringing Officer Suferin
on the raid that day?

Objection. Your Honor.

Withdrawn.

Last question.

You attacked the reputation
of Officer Rick Dunleavy,

but aren't you currently
under suspicion for his murder?

Objection.

Sustained. Mr. Devlin, move on.

The jury will disregard.

I don't want to hear
another question in this area.

This question is stricken.

My answer is no.

Do you want to win
this case on merit,

or do you want to lose
'cause of ego?

Jackie Rohr was there
when Suferin admitted

to killing Anton Campbell.

Put Jackie on the stand.

Suferin's lawyer will object.

You brought Jackie up
in trial prep.

And you can convince
Judge Vela to let him testify.

Jesus.

Jackie Rohr.

Yeah, I admit, it's not ideal.

I am not asking that asshole
to do me any favors.

You want him here,
you bring him here.

Done.

Well, imagine my surprise
when I get a message

that A.D.A. Decourcy Ward
wants to speak with me.

The impossible happens
every day, Jackie.

Okay, before you tell me
what you're after,

let-let me pose
a theoretical question

about a moral dilemma.

Let's say a girl is given
a quaalude and then raped...

Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Why are you asking me this?

Jesus Christ, Dee.

I'm a lot of fucking things.
I'm not a fucking rapist.

Then who is?

I told you,
it's-it's theoretical.

I'm writing a mystery novel.

Working title is
Don't Be a Dipshit. What?

I'm just wondering how the OPR

could've ever found you unprofessional.

"I aimed at the public's heart,

and by accident,
I hit it in the stomach."

Oh, no, you-you...
taking the quote out of context.

What, you thought
you were the only one

who read Upton Sinclair?

You know, Dee,

I think you might
be my fucking soul mate.

Oh? Well, you...
you-you should write a book.

Yeah, you should,
you should. Call it...

Landing on My Feet
by the great Jackie Rohr.

All right, you know what?

Next time I have
an ethical quandary,

I'll go see Zelda
the fucking fortune teller.

Now, why am I here?
What do you need?

The angels
of your better nature.

Oh, yeah, for that,
you should've called

Billy Graham
or that nun in India.

Jackie, I want you
to take the stand

in the trial of Tony Suferin.

I would rather hump a corpse.

Russ Wallace is dead.
Killed by unfriendly fire.

No, he killed himself when
he agreed to rat on Suferin.

You got Wallace to admit

that Suferin shot Campbell
in cold blood,

and you were there when Suferin
admitted that he did.

This has got to be killing you.

What?

Asking me for a favor.

Uh, it's technically
not a favor.

I'm not prosecuting Suferin.

Oh, right, yeah,
it's a federal case,

so the prosecutor is...

Karen Shimizu.

Then, absolutely, emphatically,
no fucking way.

All right, yeah. I...

I-I thought you'd say that.

What's that?

Subpoena.

We've been here over an hour.

Am I boring you?

Given the circumstances,
boring is a good thing.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa.

Sweet mother of God.

- Is that Letitia?
- That's her.

- Oh, my...
- Yep.

Well...

I'm gonna go talk to her.

No.

Do you solemnly swear
to tell the truth,

the whole truth and nothing
but the truth, so help you God?

I solemnly do.

Please be seated.

Mr. Rohr.

Ms. Shimizu.

You were an agent in the
Boston FBI, is that correct?

I was a highly decorated
and regarded FBI special agent

for 19 years, yes.

And in those 19 years,
were you ever disciplined

or investigated for wrongdoing?

Well, a couple of times, some
methods came under scrutiny,

but all of my cases ended in
commendations and convictions.

I was clean as a houndstooth.

You interviewed BPD Officer
Russell Wallace

regarding his responsibility
in the death of Anton Campbell.

I did.

You then witnessed
Officer Wallace

sign this statement

- to that effect.
- I did.

On the day
of Anton Campbell's death,

did you overhear the defendant
talking to Sergeant Caysen?

I did.

Tell us what was said.

Well, Suferin had clearly
disobeyed Caysen's orders,

'cause he was saying
that Campbell posed a threat,

and then he said, "I fired."

Thank you, Mr. Rohr.

Always a pleasure, Ms. Shimizu.

Your witness.

Mr. Rohr, was anyone other
than Sergeant Caysen present

when you eavesdropped
on this alleged conversation?

Officer Wallace.

Who, sadly, can't testify.

Didn't Officer Suferin
say more than "I fired"?

Didn't he say, "Campbell
wheeled around toward me"?

No, I didn't hear him say that.

Mr. Rohr, you're under oath.

Look, pal,
Boston cops are notorious

for covering each other's asses.

FBI does the same thing.

So why would two respected
law enforcement officers...

Me and Caysen...
Get up here and lie about a cop?

Lie on behalf of a cop, sure.

Lie about a cop shooting
a Black kid? No. Uh-uh.

Not unless we were
telling the truth.

No further questions.

Thank you, Mr. Rohr.

Thank you for your testimony.

Ms. Shimizu, do you have
any further witnesses?

No, Your Honor.
The prosecution rests.

In the matter
of The United States

v. Anthony Suferin, case number

3:93-CR-621426,

we, the jury
of the above entitled action,

find the defendant
Anthony Suferin guilty

of causing death
under color of law,

a felony against Anton Campbell.

The defendant is remanded.

Ladies and gentlemen
of the jury,

I want to thank you
for your time and attention.

You are dismissed.

I got to admit, I...

I'm pretty stunned they found
Tony Suferin guilty.

Yeah, I wasn't
expecting us to win, either.

Doesn't really feel like we won.

I wish I felt like we did.

A win for Henry Dumas,
Michael Stewart,

Eleanor Bumpurs,
Willie Turks, but...

No, no, no,
we didn't win for them.

We won for...

Anton Campbell.

Yeah, Anton fucking Campbell.

Hey, you, uh... you ever hear
the name Sam Hose?

Nah, most people haven't.

He was lynched in Georgia.

A crowd of thousands,
including children,

all gathered to watch him die.

They sold pieces of his corpse
as souvenirs

at the local grocery store.

25 cents for a bit of bone.

Hey, somebody stole his heart...
His-his fucking heart...

Stole it,
gave it to the governor.

- It's fucking horrible.
- But not uncommon.

The monsters who committed that
long list of heinous crimes,

they were never punished.

There was no justice.

So we may have won today, but...

...the score is still
10,000 to one.

Stop. Stop the car.

- Stop the car.
- Siobhan.

Siobhan?

Siobhan, hey, hey.
Siobhan, baby.

You're okay.

We're not in that car.
We're miles away.

All right?

Hey, it's okay, baby, all right?

All right? I got you.

I got you.

Jackie.

Jackie!

Jackie,
didn't you hear me calling?

Get up. You're late for work.

Oh, Jesus, I haven't seen
that look since Mom lived here.

Things okay at Mr. Dryden's?

I mean, not so long ago,
you were

hopping out of bed whistling.

You couldn't wait to get
out to Beacon Hill.

Jesus Christ, I'm fucking up.

All right?

I know what this is.

Yeah, you've always been on
your own clock, your own hours,

answering to nobody.

Yeah, but now you punch in
a real clock,

you know, filling out, uh,
invoices or whatever.

You're having
to compromise yourself,

and you're miserable about it.

I mean, last night,
all you could talk about

was testifying
at that cop's murder trial.

You know? And...

You miss the old job.

- You miss being in the FBI.
- Bullshit.

Fine. Okay.

Suit yourself.

Just give him
an hour with his son.

I'm asking
as the prosecuting attorney.

Thank you, Warden.

Yeah, uh, all right, well,
after the first visit,

let's talk about setting up
a regular schedule.

All right. I'll do that.

Goodbye.

When are you taking
Whitaker to trial?

Uh, when and if I'm ready.

I've been digging
into the case files

of Officers Plunkett and Knoche.

You know over 20
of their affidavits,

including Whitaker's,
have been signed by the same CI?

Tex Kramer?

Hmm. That's definitely hinky.

Yeah. Yeah, this guy Kramer,
he might be the key.

Nehemiah Powell
is now officially incarcerated.

The Camden Fish Market
is giving us

all the free lobster we can eat.

Uh, congratulations? Uh...

You've got a great track record.

I'm simply playing catch-up.

I had intended to give
this case to you, Decourcy,

but since Blair's on a roll...

Fanatic blew up
an abortion clinic.

Killed two people.

Defense is claiming
he's schizophrenic.

Mental health is a real problem.

I'll try to find some compassion
before I toss this jerk

two consecutive life sentences.

Mm. Why do I get the feeling

that you two staged this little
piece of performance art?

Hello, Pepe.

Hi, Miss Quays.

I talked to the doctor.

She says there's been no change?

Not yet.

Timothy O'Brien?

My name is Siobhan Quays.

I am the attorney
representing Hernando Mendoza.

May we talk?

Sorry, not interested.

Were you on site
when Hernando was injured?

Please don't drag me into this.

Do you have kids, Mr. O'Brien?

Why? You gonna stalk them, too?

I went through the shift logs.

You and Mendoza
worked together often.

More often than most
crew members.

Then I looked you up
and I realized

you two live
in the same neighborhood.

Yeah. We're neighbors.

His son Pepe,
he asked me to come talk to you.

Figured you'd want to make sure
that a tragedy like this

won't happen to another family.

Pepe said that?

Union told us to keep quiet.

Promised they and Needham
Industries had every intention

of making things right
for the Mendozas.

- You believe them?
- Hey, the union leaders

assign us to do a job each day.

Okay? I talk, I don't work.

And, yeah, I do have kids.

Babies, so I need the money.

Has anyone threatened you?

They don't have to.

We all know
what they're capable of.

They? Who's they?

I only get a half hour
for lunch.

Hey there, Charles.

Rohr.

Let me ask you something.

The night Dominique Zanghi
was having dinner here,

did you drive her home?

Uh, yes.

What time was that?

Uh, I don't recall.

Was she unconscious?

I don't recall.

Okay, three nights later,

did you drive Dryden
to Dominique's apartment?

I don't recall.

Like Reagan and Iran-Contra.

Suck my dick, Jackie!

See? That's what I like
about you, Chuck.

You're cool under pressure.

And...

there you go.

Ten thousand dollars.

This'll give my campaign
a real boost.

I can't think of anyone
I'd rather have elected

attorney general of
the Massachusetts Commonwealth.

Well, if there's anything
I can do in return,

don't hesitate to ask.

Within ethical bounds,
of course.

Of course.

Give my best to Letitia.

And mine to Ruth.

Rohr.

Oh, I didn't know D.A.'s
made house calls.

I heard you were working here,
licking Sinclair's ass.

Check the mirror.

Looks like you got a little
brown on your nose yourself.

A BPD informer named Tex Kramer
signed an affidavit

swearing
that you sold him heroin.

Didn't happen.
Don't know any Texes or Kramers.

Yeah, I thought so.

Mr. Ward,
did you talk to the warden

about me seeing my boy?

I'll make sure you get
some time with your family.

Every day

is a choice.

That's the value of living.

Every moment is a decision.

To stay sad or be happy.

To quit or work harder.

To give into temptation
or to do the right thing.

Uh, you used to help the BPD
from time to time. Yeah?

Supplied a few investigations
with important information?

I'm pretty open about my past,
uh, but that part of my life

is something I really
don't like to revisit.

Yeah, understood.

Mr. Kramer, I'm not here
to accuse you of anything.

I-I just want to get
all my facts, you know?

Yeah, well, facts can be
deceptive sometimes.

Are they?

Officers Gary Plunkett
and Randy Knoche,

they caught you doing heroin,
so to beat the charges,

you would feed them information
on drug dealers, yeah?

Ah, our arrangement was uglier.

First time, I went to them.

Gave them a tip on a dealer
in exchange for cash.

After that, they'd come to me.

I got drugs.
They got affidavits.

Affidavits.

Yeah, yeah, affidavits

claiming that you would
buy dope from whoever

Plunkett and Knoche wanted
to arrest, when in reality,

you were actually getting drugs

from those two police officers.

Yeah, uh...

Ugly, like I said.

Do you know how
they got their drugs?

Nope. Didn't ask, didn't care.

Curtis Whitaker.
Does that name ring a bell?

Only from watching the news.

Only from...

'Cause, see,
a key piece of evidence

that the BPD used
to investigate Curtis

was an affidavit
that claimed he was dealing.

That affidavit was
signed by you.

Jesus.

Am I going to jail?

No.

But this is a chance for you
to set the record straight.

By testifying against
Knoche and Plunkett in court?

Possibly, yes.

Those guys don't fuck around.

Well, every day is a choice.

That's the value of living.

Mr. Zanghi, I'm sorry
to drop by unannounced.

- What are you, police?
- FBI. Used to be.

- Reporter?
- Uh, I just wanted to say

how sorry I am for your loss,
about what happened

- to your daughter.
- Who are you?

Dominique's death, I mean,
that must be devastating.

Beyond devastating, and plus,
you're working s-so hard

to put a bright young mind
through Harvard.

You know, I got a daughter
of my own at NYU,

and that shit ain't cheap.

Every time I cut a check,

it's like I'm passing
a kidney stone.

It's worth the sweat, though.
Right?

So that's why I just
wanted to, you know,

come by... parent to parent...
Just to see if there was

anything that I could do
to-to get to the bottom of this

and just find out
what happened to Dominique.

With all the drugs
Dom was taking,

something bad
was bound to happen.

- Annabella.
- What? Truth is the truth.

She was addicted to anything
in particular, like quaaludes?

Quaaludes? Nah.

Just the codeine.

Codeine. Oh.

Did you speak to Dominique
the night she died?

What about before that?

Was she intimate with anybody,
as far as you know?

- Listen, Mister...
- Rohr.

Mr. Rohr, Dom is dead.

And there's nothing
we can do or you can do

- that's gonna bring her back.
- Yeah, but I just thought

that knowing the circumstances
might help you rest easier.

Well, we're in negotiation.
Our lawyer says not to talk.

Negotiation with who?

I just told you,
I can't say shit.

What kind of limp-dick
son of a bitch are you, Carlo?

You know? My daughter O.D.'d.

I almost lost her, and I wanted
to kill everybody in sight,

and all you can fucking say is,
"We're in negotiation"?

You know what? Fuck you.

Fuck both of you.

- Hello?
- Ben drops.

Hi, Dad.

Hey. It's kind of loud.

Yeah, having a party.
Couple of us girls.

A party?

In the middle of the day?

Did you need something, Dad?

No, no, I-I just...

No, I was just calling to s...

just to say, you know,
just be safe.

Just be fucking safe.
That's all.

Just k-keep an eye on your drink

and-and don't trust nobody,
not even Faust.

You know,
'cause sometimes the people

that you think love you don't.

Oh, we're just having fun, Dad.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
F-Fun is good.

But-but if-if I have to come
down to New York, I will.

All right? I fucking will.

I won't hesitate.

Look, I'm not drinking, Dad.

And you shouldn't be drunk
this early in the day.

What? No, I-I'm not...

...drunk.

Though Jackie's not
in the FBI these days,

I'm still in touch
with a couple of the wives.

Me being here
might not be appropriate.

And if he found out,
Jackie would pop a vein.

But I'm-I'm just...
I'm hoping, you know,

maybe you can point me
in the right direction.

Uh, those OPR people made
a mistake pushing him out.

Jackie's a good man.

He's good at his job, anyway.

You must be a patient person.

Guess so, yeah.

I'm not.

I don't blame you for attempting

to get your husband
back into the Bureau,

but he doesn't deserve
to work there.

He's corrupt,

among many other
unsavory traits.

Sure. Yeah, yeah, I...

I mean, Jackie can be a...

...a dickhead.

But I know how he treats
the things

that he cares about most.

Uh, he's a protector.

I mean, he would
lay down in the middle

of traffic on Boylston
for our daughter Benny.

And his job is a part of him.

And no part of me wants to see

that egocentric degenerate reinstated.

In fact, I helped
get rid of him.

Yeah.

I was kind of
picking up on that.

Okay.

You... I can see
why you rattle Jackie.

I mean, you're smart.

Strong.

I kind of wish I scared him
the way you do.

Mrs. Rohr.

You seem like a nice person,
so I'll say this.

If you want to get
Jackie reinstated,

you'll need to find a lawyer,
and that lawyer will tell you

to go after
Holly Gunner's reputation.

At which point you'll have
a decision to make.

Do you want to ruin
another woman's life?

A life your husband

has already done
so much damage to?

Siobhan Quays.

Do I know you?

You don't.

I just stopped by
to recommend you stay away

from the construction site,
all right?

No, that's not all right.

What happened to Hernando
Mendoza is a damn shame.

But an accident is an accident.

Unless it's not.

Are you trying to frighten me?

Oh, there's no chance of that.

Big bad Black lady
stomping around town,

handing out your cards,
demanding reports,

asking about this and that.

- Just working for my client.
- Hey.

Didn't you get shot
a few months ago?

I'd be extra careful
after an experience like that.

How deeply involved

is the mob
in the construction union?

Oh, I mean,
nothing's been proven,

but I'd say, right now,
they're one and the same.

Why do you ask?

Mm, just trying
to connect some dots.

How's Whitaker coming along?

You know, I think
I got a solid lead.

I'll know some more tomorrow.

Hey.

Come here, come here, come here.

I got something for you.

- A present?
- Yeah, it's...

it's a gift for both of us.

And neither of us.

I bought it with my dad's
insurance check.

You know, I felt weird just
putting the money in the bank

or using it to pay gym fees.

- You know.
- Mm-hmm.

I wanted to do
something meaningful.

Something in his name
so that Franklin Ward

is a part of our past
and our future.

Mm.

Hmm.

This...

It's-it's for our kid.

For-for when they turn 18 or-or
graduate college, you know.

And from their grandpa,
you know?

A man who was on time
when he was early

and late when he was on time.

That's beautiful, but...

Yeah, I-I know, we're not
planning on having a kid soon.

This is not me pressuring you.

Just, you know, when we do,

I figured that...

it-it could bring
Dad back to us.

It's a lovely idea.

- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

Hey.

This is a man's watch.

So I'm guessing, when that time
comes, it needs to be a boy?

What? No, baby.

No, I-I told you,
if we have a girl...

- Mm.
- ...that'd be amazing.

- Mm.
- And we'll just keep trying

till we get it right.

'Cause...

Oh, you...
putting your dukes up?

A'ight. Hey, hey.

Hello?

In here, Chris.

- Where are the kids?
- My parents.

You know, being in the courtroom

and listening
to the testimony and...

hearing Suferin
just scream at you...

I got this chill down my back.

And it's the same chill I had

standing with Carol Wallace
in the morgue

while she identified
her dead husband.

I never told you,

but I saw the hole
in the back of Russ's head.

And I don't ever want to be
anywhere near that morgue again.

All right, Maggie,
I know how you feel.

You saying that, Chris,

means you have
no fucking idea how I feel.

Sometimes you're gone for days.

I don't know where you are,
and I panic.

And then the phone rings,
and I jump.

And you're on the line,
all calm and cool,

asking for a clean pair
of jeans.

I screw up sometimes.

I'm sorry.

But we've always
worked this stuff out.

Right? W-We've always
found a way to...

- give each other a little grace.
- No, wrong.

You get the grace.

And I get the worry.

Baby, we used to be so happy.

And now...

I'm just sad...

all the time, and...

and I hate you for it.

But I swear to Christ,

I am not gonna stare at a hole
in the back of your head.

What do you...
what do you want me to do?

Quit. Stop being a cop.

What-what am I gonna fucking do?

Work for my dad.
Be a dog walker. I don't care.

Just fucking quit.

I can't.

You-you know I can't.

Yeah, I do know that.

I do.

Which is why I'm leaving.

What? Leaving? What?

Wait, for how long?

The kids and I will be

at my parents' place
if you need to reach us.

Maggie, wait. Ju...

Stay here with the twins.

Just t-take the house,
t-take as much time as you need.

I-I just...

I'll go. I'll go.

You've always loved this place
more than me.

You stay.