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pulsing,�dramatic�music

Jennifer.

Surprise.

Daddy�dearest�is�hitting�you with�an�assault�charge.

Did�you�assault�him?

Yes.

You�want�to�meet�him,�don't�you?

This�lost�kin�of�yours.

Secrets�are�no�better�than�lies.

If�we�were to�compensate�Mendoza,

all�parties�will�sign a�nondisclosure�agreement.

Needham's�bad�acts have�to�be�exposed.

I'm�gonna�find�a�legal�loophole around�the�NDA.

Want�you�to�deliver�that�for�me.

Bette�Williams, she's�a�fine,�young�woman,

very�reasonable,

very�sensible.

[Jackie] This�is�gonna�get�bad,

as�in�real�bad.

What�are�our alternative�solutions?

You�carry�a�fucking�gun

in�your�briefcase.

[Decourcy] My�wife�and�I�are�alive.

I�intend�to�keep�us�that�way.

[Dan] Ah,�Decourcy,�there�you�are.

You�know�Sinclair�Dryden, don't�you?

If�there�ever�was�a�table I�wanted�no�fucking�place�at.

Mr.�Dryden�wants�to�cooperate.

Cooperate�how?

Answer�your�questions.

Submit�tapes�from his�home�security�system.

Take�a�polygraph�test.

Whatever�you�need to�clear�his�name.

I'm�not�in�the�business of�clearing�names.

Neither�are�you.

Yet�you�did with�Curtis�Whitaker.

He�was�innocent.

So�is�he.

Legally�speaking,

Mr.�Dryden�is�protected by�civil�law�against...

Is�there�a�reason you're�speaking�on�his�behalf?

You�plan�to�represent�him at�trial?

Sinclair�has�always�been an�ally�to�this�office,

our�office,

the�office�you�hope�to�run�when I'm�elected�State's�Attorney

-next�Tuesday. -Hmm.

[Sinclair] Mr.�Ward,

if�what�you�think�happened actually�happened,

why�hasn't�a�single�woman come�forward

and�spoken�out�against�me?

Because�they're�afraid.

Of�what,�a-a�bald�guy with�a�bad�back?

A�senior�citizen?

Of�a�man�so�powerful and�connected,

he's�got�the�District�Attorney carrying�his�water.

All�right,�look,�look, I'm�not�upset

that�you're�investigating�me. You're�doing�your�job.

And�I�don't�have�the�wherewithal to�sit�here

and�say�something�clever, so�I'm�just...

I'm�gonna�be�frank.

Jackie�Rohr is�trying�to�fuck�me.

That's�really none�of�my�concern.

Well,�then�you're�not�looking at�the�full�picture,

because�he's fucking�you�as�well.

He�is�using�you�to�extort�me.

He�gets�2,000�bucks�a�week to,�what,�sit�around�my�house,

drink�my�booze,�smoke�my�cigars, fuck�my�wife.

Oh.

Oh,�did�he�not�mention that�part?

About�fucking�my�wife?

In�my�bed.

On�my�goddamn�pool�table.

[banging�on�door]

Wow.

That's�a�knock�of�a�man that's�got�something�to�say.

Is�Jenny�home?

Oh,�this�is�one�of�the�days�that she�does�her�volunteer�work.

-Benny? -She's�back�at�college.

Good,�'cause�we�need�to�have a�little�chat.

This�might�get�loud.

Well,�loud�is�what�we�do in�this�house.

If�these�walls�could�talk, they�would�fucking�scream.

You�want�a�beer?

Sinclair�Dryden�has�money.

He�has�influence.

He�has�high-level law�enforcement�experience.

If�I�take�him�to�trial,

this�case�needs�to�be absolutely�bulletproof.

Yeah,�I�know.

Then�why�did�you�fuck�his�wife?

[stammers]

One's�got�nothing�to�do with�the�other.

That�happened�before�I�knew what�Sinclair�was�doing.

[stammers]�It's�irrelevant.

"The�ignorant�are�ignorant of�their�ignorance."

Okay,�well,

now�I'm�insulted.

I�hate�that�fucking�word. It's�a�slur.

Look,�Guy�Dan�and�Sinclair just�ambushed�me.

They�claim�you're�trying to�blackmail�him.

-And�you�fucking�believe�them? -No.�I�fucking�don't.

But�because�you�can't�keep your�cock�in�your�khakis,

the�man�has a�compelling�defense.

The�facts�are�still�the�facts.

He�drugged�and�raped�women.

To�prove�that, we�need�a�witness.

I�am�the�witness. You're�looking�at�the�witness.

Jackie,�if�you�take�the�stand,

you'll�have�to�admit, under�oath,

that�you�cheated�on�your�wife.

That�doesn't�prove Sinclair's�guilt.

That�just�proves to�a�jury�of�your�peers

that�you�can't�be�trusted.

You�fucked�away�what�little credibility�you�had�left.

Are�you�done�scolding�me?

Only�because�I�need to�go�figure�out

how�the�fuck to�clean�up�your�mess,

again.

[water�bubbling]

Have�you�talked�to�Mom?

No.�How's�she�doing?

She's�going�on�a�date.

Oh.�Good�for�her.

Don't�you�want�to�know who�she's�going�on�a�date�with?

No,�I�don't�think�I�do.

Will�Hanlon's�dad.

I�don't�ever want�to�get�married.

'Cause�of�what�happened between�me�and�your�mom?

Try�to�remember�the�good�times we�had,�sweetheart.

I�do�try. What�pops�into�my�head�first

is�you�two�always, every�day,�stressing�out.

Well,�marriage�can be�stressful,�sure,

but�marriage�can�also reduce�stress.

Someone�will�be�there�for�you when�you're�sad�or�sick.

You�know,�I�got�food�poisoning on�our�honeymoon.

Instead�of�sunbathing on�the�beach,

your�mother�spent�the entire�trip�in�our�hotel�room

taking�care�of�me,�putting cold�rags�on�my�forehead,

bringing�me�crackers and�ginger�ale.

I�think�Mom's�tired of�taking�care�of�people,

especially�you.

Yeah.

That's�why�I'm�giving�her as�wide�a�berth�as�she�needs.

[Julietta]�Do�you�think�you'll get�back�together�one�day?

If�I�say�yes, will�you�stop�worrying?

Just�talk�to�Mom,�please.

Maybe�this�is�your�turn to�take�care�of�her.

[Kassell] Judge�Pollack,

the�Big�Dig�is a�public�works�project.

Our�efforts�benefit�the�very foundation�of�this�city.

We�don't�want�an�accident

to�taint�that�for�present or�future�citizens,

which�is�why we're�asking�to�keep

the�Hernando�Mendoza documents�sealed.

When�the�recipient of�a�settlement�is�a�minor,

Massachusetts�law requires�court�approval,

which�means�the�information becomes�public�record.

[Kassell]�But�the�money�doesn't become�fully�available�until

Mr.�Mendoza's�son�turns�18.

At�which�point, he�will�no�longer�be�a�minor.

Pepe�gets�a�portion�now to�cover�the�cost�of�living

and�his�father's�medical�bills.

So�there's�a�gray�area.

I�came�here�today, in�good�faith,

to�ask�for�the�smallest�amount of�discretion.

What�makes�you�think "good�faith"�should�go�your�way?

Not�the�boy's?

[Kassell] What�does�a�15-year-old,

sitting�on�$9�million�dollars,

stand�to�gain�from�the�world knowing�his�financial�situation?

The�minute�people�find�out how�much�money�he�has,

every�conman�in�New�England will�be�knocking�down�his�door.

Shouldn't�we�protect�the�child?

Miss�Kassell,

I�have�no�doubt�that�you�have the�best�intentions,

but�the�law�is�the�law.

You�are�so�full�of�shit.

Miss�Kassell, I'm�officially�done�with�you.

I�no�longer�have�any�interest in�what�you�have�to�say.

Ah,�this�isn't�about Pepe�or�Hernando.

This�is�about�you�wanting to�disgrace�my�company

for�your�own�self-interest.

The�ACLU�took this�case�pro�bono.

Oh,�that�doesn't�mean you�won't�benefit�substantially.

Some�front�page publicity�to�bury

all�the�negative�press that�walloped�you.

Negative�press�that you�fed�the�papers.

Ah,�there's the�bare-knuckle�truth,

-you're�after�revenge. -[scoffs]

I'm�not�after�anything.

When�the�cameras�start�rolling,

don't�stare�directly into�the�bright�lights.

They�can�blind�you.

slow,�contemplative�music

[sighs]

[guard] Empty�your�pockets.

[scanner�beeps]

Thank�you.

-Step�through,�please. -[machine�beeps]

[door�buzzes]

Hi,�uh,�Jenny�Rohr.

Name�of�the�patient you're�scheduled�to�see?

Joseph�Congemi�Junior.

Relationship�to�patient?

He's�my�brother.�Half-brother.

Uh,�Joseph�just�received his�daily�prescriptions.

They�should�take�full�effect in�about�30�minutes,

-if�you�don't�mind�waiting. -No,�not�at�all.

What�kind�of�medication is�he�taking?

[Mary] I'm�not�allowed�to�say.

Not�even�to�a�relative?

Only�if�that�relative is�a�court-appointed�guardian.

And�that'd�be�who? Like,�his-his�mother?

[Mary]�Again, I'm�not�at�liberty�to�say.

Please�fill�these�out�and, uh,�have�a�seat�over�there.

Miss�Chan,�I-I'm�not�asking�you to�come�back�to�Boston.

No.�I'd-I'd�be�more�than�willing to�fly�to�Pittsburgh,

talk�to�you�there.

No,�no,�no,�I-I�would�never force�you�to�testify.

I�just�want�to�hear�your perspective�about�what�happened.

I-�Yes,�I-I�know

what�kind�of�man Sinclair�Dryden�is,

that's�why we�need�to�act�now.�I...

O-O-Okay.

Yeah,�I-I�understand.

Yes.

I'm�sorry�to�have�troubled�you, Miss�Chan.

Thank�you.

Lucy�Chan�won't�come�forward?

Nope.

Dryden's�abused�five�women, that�we�know�of.

One�of�them's�dead,�the�rest of�them�are�silent�as�she�is.

Still�no�sign�of�Bette�Williams.

Maybe�we�take�another�run at�Irina�Zhevakin?

No.�I�can't�keep�hounding�her. She's�too�fragile.

Well,�we�do�have�Willie�Ruder. He's�FBI.

He'll�get�on�the�stand,

say�Dryden�paid�him to�intimidate�Irina.

[Decourcy] Uh-uh.

I�checked�Ruder's�record.

He's�not�exactly�a�Boy�Scout.

Dryden's�lawyer'll rip�him�apart.

We�need�more.

Where's�Jackie?�And�what's�he doing�to�move�the�ball�forward?

Who�the�fuck�knows?

tense,�pulsing�music

-[sighs] -[knocks�on�door]

Hello,�Bette.

Mr.�Rohr.�How'd�you�find�me?

Well,�you�used�a�credit�card to�check�in.

I�don't�really�feel like�talking.

Well,�I-I�can�handle the�talking�part.

That's�my�favorite�pastime. [chuckles]

You�know,�people�who�have been�through�shit,

the�real�shit,�you�don't hear�them�whining,�right?

And�then,�I�don't�know, maybe�it's�because

they�see�something that�we�don't,

or-or-or�they�think�that no�one's�gonna�pay�attention.

My�wife�and�my�daughter,�uh,

they've�suffered,

just�like�you've�suffered.

And�I�can't�take their�pain�away,

and�it�kills�me.

Kills�me�every�day.

And�I�can't�take�your�pain�away,

but�I�can�offer�you�something

that�they�never�had,

a�chance�to�be�heard.

How�old's�your�daughter?

Benedetta�is�18�years�old.

Is�she�okay?

Yeah,�sh-she�is,�uh...

somehow.�[chuckles]

Must've�been�tough�for�her.

Well,�yeah,�she's�relentless.

You�know,�that's�always�been her�way�of�coping.

But�you�got�to�do

what�works�for�you, and�you�alone.

And�if�the�answer�is�nothing,

then�I�swear on�my�sweet,�strong�Benny,

I�will�go�away�and�you�will never�see�my�face�again.

[Junior] Jenny.

I�know�what�you're�thinking.

Man,�that's�a�great�shirt.

Christ,�I�spent damn�near�half�the�day

trying�to�decide�what�to�wear, and�you�saying�that...

[laughs]�...just�made�me�feel like�an�idiot.

Isn't�that�what�brothers are�for?

I�don't�know.�I�never�had�one.

Till�now.

[sighs]

You�knew�who�I�was the�second�I�walked�in.

Well,�of�course.

Did�we�ever�meet�before? Uh,�when�I�was�little,�or...?

No,�but�I've�seen�you�before.

-You�have? -I�was�at�your�wedding.

-Oh,�you�were? -I�stood�outside.

[chuckles]�Why?

I�wanted�to�be�close.

Why�didn't�you�come�in, you�know?

Say�something,�uh, you�know,�wave,�even.

And�ruin�your�day?�No.

No�way.

You�were�so... you�were�so�pretty.

And�your�husband,�too.�He�was...

-He�seemed�sweet. -Yeah.

He�was.

Dad�wasn't�there.

Didn't�invite�him.

I�used�to�hate�him,�too.

Used�to?

I'm�not�counting�chickens or�anything,�but...

you�think�Sinclair�knew,

eventually,�he'd�get�caught?

He's�a�fucking�fiend.

Fiends�don't�think about�consequences.

Mm,�true,�but...

still,�you�got�to�wonder,

-why'd�he�hire�you? -[door�opens]

[Decourcy] Hi.�Uh,�we,�uh,

can�do�this�in�my�office if�you�think�that�would

make�you�feel�more�comfortable, o-or�outside.

There's�a-a�nice�park just�right�around�the�corner.

I'm-I'm�good�here.

Now,�feel�free�to�interrupt�me if�you�need�a�break.

Miss�Williams,�being�here�today

takes�no�small�amount of�courage.

I�don't�feel�particularly courageous�at�the�moment.

Quite�the�opposite.

[Decourcy]�Is�that�why you�waited�to�come�forward?

-I�figured�you'd�lead�with�that. -[Decourcy]�Oh,�it's�a...

just�a�question, not�a-�an�accusation.

No,�it's�okay.�Uh...

I�should�probably�get�used to�people�doubting�me,

calling�me�names,

scarlet�"A"�on�the�chest.

[Decourcy] You�know,

tell�me�what�happened that�night.

Or-or�just�whatever you're�thinking�right�now.

I'm�here�to�listen.

Well,�um...

Quaaludes�stay�in�your�system for�about�70�hours.

Three�days.

So,�when�I�woke�up, I�was�still�in�a�fog.

Like�a�hangover on�top�of�a�concussion.

With�all�that�guilt�and�anxiety,

"What�am�I�doing�with�my�life?

I'm�never�drinking�again." [chuckles]

"Is�this�the�alcohol,

or�is�something actually�wrong�with�me?"

And�then�it�started to�come�back.

Pieces�of�the�memories, never�the�full�thing.

The�sound�of�the�bed,

the�sweat,�and,�uh,�the�smell.

Even�talking�about�it�now, my-my�head

gets�really�fuzzy.

It�feels�like�it�slows�down, like,�stops�working.

Like�I'm�still�drugged.

So,�to,�um,

answer�your�question.

I�never�came�forward because�I�didn't�know

how�to�articulate what�had�happened.

And�when�I�finally�could

put�a�sentence�together,�I...

figured�I�was�too�late,

which�made�me�even�more�ashamed.

Yeah,�wow,�I,�uh...

I'd-I'd�have�probably�felt the�exact�same�way.

Thanks�for�saying�that.

Jackie�Rohr,�the�Drydens' head�of�security,

he�gave�you�an�envelope?

Twenty-five�thousand�dollars in�cash�from�Sinclair.

Yeah,�he�gave�me�that to�keep�me�quiet

and�away�from�rooms�like�this.

When�you�take�the�stand,�uh,

the�defense,�in�all�likelihood,

will�hassle�you for�accepting�a�bribe.

I�took�that�money�so�Sinclair would�leave�me�alone,

so�he�would�forget�me.

I�didn't�spend�a�dime.

Dad�abandoned�us�when�I�was...

when�I�was�six�years�old,

and,�uh...

you�know,�so�of�course I�walked�around

thinking�terrible�shit about�him.

Well,�you�should�be�glad he�left.

I�was,�for�a�while,�but�then I�started�having�problems.

And...

my�mom�had�her�own�issues.

She�couldn't�handle�mine.

Dad�found�out�about�that, he�came�back.

He�took�charge, emptied�his�bank�account

to�get�me�treatment.

-No�fucking�way. -It's�true.

Dad�was�kind.

But�he�visits. He�comes�in,�it's�like,�uh,

first�Friday�of�the�month, every�month,�he�just...

The�man�is�no�teddy�bear.

Uh,�you�know,�not�even fucking�close,�but...

I�can't�hate�him.

I�can't...�[stammers] Just�not�anymore.

You're�a�better�man�than�I�am.

[sighs]

[humming]

[chuckles]�You�don't�knock?

Did�I�startle�you?

Not�one�bit.

I�got�a�story I�think�you're�gonna�like.

Oh,�good.�I�love�your�stories.

You�embroider�the�truth so�dexterously.

[chuckles]

There�was�this�kid

back�in�law�school.

Rob�Huff,�and�at�our graduation�ceremony,

he�kept�shouting, "Whipping�Post,"

over�and�over�again, top�of�his�lungs.

"Whipping�Post,�Whipping�Post, Whipping�Post."

Are�you�familiar�with�that�song?

Yeah,�unfortunately,�I�am.

[Jackie] And,�here's�the�thing,

I�can't�remember anything�else�about�him.

I�don't�know�where�this�kid was�from.�[stammers]

I�don't�know what�classes�he�took.

I�could�barely�describe his�face�to�you,

but�I�remember�his�name

and�I�remember�"Whipping�Post."

So...

that's�the�space�that�people get�in�our�heads,

you�know?�So�many�faces,

so�many�conversations,�memories.

We�parse�people�down

to�one�thing,

to�one�single�fucking�thing.

And�Rob�Huff

will�forever�be the�"Whipping�Post"�guy.

And�you?

You're�a�rapist.

[grunts]

You�went�to�Letitia�first, didn't�you?

Warned�her,�tried�to get�her�to�betray�me.

[Jackie] Ah,�that�I�did.

Yeah,�well,�not�smart.

You�fuck�her,�you�fall�for�her,

then�you�come�in�here�and you're�making�these�accusations.

A�discerning�mind�might,�uh...

might�think�this�was a�desperate�attempt

to�win�the�affections of�my�wife.

Did�you�hurt�her�like�you�hurt the�rest�of�the�girls?

Ah,�Jesus.

You�do�love�her.

[Jackie] Absolutely�not.

I�take�back�what�I�said

about�you embroidering�the�truth.

That�was�a�pretty�hollow�denial.

Did�you�love�any�of�them?

Bette?

Irina?

Dominique?

Yes.

Yes,�I�did,�very�much.

Well,�that's�the�thing about�love,

it's�shit�on�your�shoe

unless�they�love�you�back.

And�those�girls�didn't�love�you.

You�had�to�drug�them�to�get�them within�arm's�reach,

like�the�worst�kind�of�coward.

Enough,�Jackie.

Get�the�fuck�out�of�my�house before�I�call�the�cops.

They're�already�here.

Officers.

Oh,�fuck.

Yeah,�yeah,�yeah,�okay. Let�me�just...

let�me�take�off�my�watch,

so�you�don't�scratch�the�face.

[watch�thuds]

Are-are�you�gonna�come�back?

Yeah.

No,�I'd�love�to. I�mean,�if�you'll�have�me.

Consider�this an�open�invitation.

No-no-no�limits, no�restrictions,

in�perpetuity. Come�whenever�you�want.

Are�you�lonely�here?

Yeah,�sometimes.

Are-are�you�ever�allowed to�leave�this�place?

I�don't�know.

I-I�haven't�asked�in�a�while.

You�want�me�to�ask�for�you?

I�don't�think�so. I�mean,�where�would�I�go?

I�have�a�question�for�you.

Why...

Why�did�you�come�see�me?

I�just�found�out I�have�a�brother.

Didn't�know�till�now what�I�was�missing�in�my�life.

Is�your�life�good?

Yeah.

I�have the�most�wonderful�daughter.

I�got�some�nice�friends.

I'm�healthy.

So�you're�happy?

Not�really.

I�have�a�good�life,�you�know, but,�uh...

I'm�not�happy.

Does�that�make�any�sense?

Yeah.�I�think

it's�probably�more�common than�you�think.

Maybe.

But�it's�still�no�way�to�live.

Yeah,�I'm�realizing�that more�and�more�every�day.

[chuckles�softly]

You�have�a�beautiful�home, Mrs.�Dryden.

Exquisite.

Thank�you.�But�we�both�know

that�you're�not�here about�the�house.

Well... [grunts]

In�a�way,�I�am.

How�far�are�you�willing�to�go to�keep�it?

Mr.�Ward,�I'm�as�shocked as�you�are�by�these�allegations.

[Decourcy] Well,

let�me�inform�you�unequivocally

that�your�husband�is�guilty.

Oh,�I�doubt�that�very�much.

And�I�know�him�better than�anyone.

Better�than�you�do.

Oh.�Then�you�must�be�aware of�his�infidelities.

That's�a�conversation�for a�husband�and�wife�in�private.

[chuckles] You're�clearly�a�smart�woman.

So,�you�know,�I-I�just... I�have�a�hard�time

accepting that�you�spent�12�years

living�with�someone�so�amoral

and�didn't�suspect the�harm�he�caused.

My�husband�hasn't�been�convicted of�a�crime.

Nor�will�he�be, because�he's�innocent.

If�I�believe�that,�won't�a�jury?

Have�you�ever�strayed in�your�marriage,�Mrs.�Dryden?

That's�also�a�husband

-and�a�wife�conversation. -Hmm.

Are�affairs�routine�behavior for�you?

Or�is�Jackie�special?

It's�a�fair�warning.

If�you�protect�Sinclair,

I�will�have�no�choice but�to�eviscerate�you.

On�the�stand.�In�the�press.

No�more�galas,�gallery�openings.

No,�you'll�become�a�leper to�all�those�high�society�folks

you�spent�your�entire�adult�life trying�so�hard�to�impress.

The�whole�world�will�know

that�you�facilitated sexual�abuse.

Fighting�blackmail with�blackmail.

No,�I'm�offering�choices.

Speak�the�truth�on�your�husband

or�face�conspiracy�charges.

The,�uh,�forensics�team's outside.

You�might�want�to�take�a�walk while�they�work.

Mull�things�over�a�bit.

No.�I'm�comfortable�where�I�am.

"Kiss�Off"�by�Violent�Femmes

I�take�one,�one,�one 'cause�you�left�me

And�two,�two,�two for�my�family

And�three,�three,�three for�my�heartache

And�four,�four,�four for�my�headaches

And�five,�five,�five for�my�lonely

And�six,�six,�six for�my�sorrow

And�seven,�seven,�seven for�n-n-no�tomorrow

And�eight,�eight, I�forget�what�eight�was�for

But�nine,�nine,�nine for�the�lost�gods

Ten,�ten,�ten,�ten for�everything

Everything,�everything, everything

Well,�you�can�all just�kiss�off�into�the�air

Behind�my�back I�can�see�them�stare

They'll�hurt�me�bad, but�I�won't�mind

They'll�hurt�me�bad, they�do�it�all�the�time...

How'd�it�go?

Forensics�didn't�find�anything.

Yeah,�well,�we�figured�as�much. No,�I-I�meant�with�Letitia.

Did�you�scare�some�sense into�her?

The�woman�didn't�flinch.

Yeah,�that's�probably the�fucking�Botox.

Hey,�look,�the�lab will�sniff�something�out.

All�right? Pill�residue,�bloodstain.

Well,�what�about

that�surveillance�video that�I�gave�you?

That-That'll�paint a�not-so-pretty�picture

-for�the�jury,�right? -Maybe.

Uh,�it�shows�women�in�the�house, but�the�tape�also�shows�them

going�up�the�stairs with�Sinclair�voluntarily.

Which,�I�assume,�is�why there�are�cameras�in�the�hallway

but�nowhere�near�a�mattress.

Yeah,�but�I�saw�Bette�Williams that�night.

She�was�stumbling�around in�a�daze,

clearly�on�something.

Well,�on�the�video, she�looks�drunk.

And�considering she�initially�took�hush�money,

we�need�more.

It's�always�"more" with�you,�Dee.

[knock�on�door]

Chris.

Come�in.

How�are�you,�Elena?

-Pretty�much�the�same,�I�guess. -[door�closes]

Alone.

You�came�all�the�way�to�Holbrook to�ask�me�that?

Well, the�details�of�Duke's�murder,

his�involvement�in the�drug�ring,�that�was�harsh.

Wanted�to�see how�you�were�holding�up.

Figured�Duke�hid�shit�from�me, but�this?

My�husband�robbing�dealers?

Shootouts�with�other�cops?

Jesus�Christ.

I'm�not�sure�if�knowing makes�things�easier�or�harder.

-Coffee? -Mm-hmm.

Well, least�the�guys�who�killed�him

-are�headed�to�prison,�right? -[coffee�pouring]

The�guy�I�thought�was�guilty has�been�set�free.

We�live�in�a�topsy-turvy�world.

If�there's�anything�I�can�do...

[Elena] No.�No�more.

I�might�be�a�widow,�but�I�don't want�to�be�treated�like�one.

How�about�I�take�you to�dinner,�then?

To�be�honest, that's�why�I�stopped�by,

to�ask�you�on�a�date.

[scoffs]

I'm�too�old�for�dating�games.

Can�we�just�skip�to�the�part when�you�bring�me�home?

[chuckles]

I�mean,�we're�already�here.

Something�bothering�you?

Eh,�nothing�worth�discussing.

Well,�now�I'm�curious.

It's�just�the�Dryden�case.

It's�a�coin�flip.

Mm.�Like�most�of�the�work�we�do?

Mm-hmm.�As�I�said,

it's�not�worth�discussing. Your�turn.

My�bosses�want�me�to�do an�interview�for�Channel�Four.

About�the�lawsuit�and the�Mendozas�and�the�Big�Dig.

Hey,�that's�great. What's�the�problem?

Is�a�good�deed still�a�good�deed

if�you�run�around�bragging?

Yeah.�'Cause�this�is your�career.

Being...�being�ambitious isn't�a�sin.

"When�ambition�ends, happiness�begins."

Hey,�the�man�who�said�that is�a�monk,

lives�in�an�abbey, barely�spoke.

All�right,�you�are�a�lawyer.

A�little�showmanship is�essential.

What�if�I�panic�or�freeze�up or�say�the�wrong�thing?

You�know�how�I've�been since�the�shooting.

Life�has�dropped

the�worst�in�your�lap,

and�here�you�are winning�big�cases.

What�does�that�tell�you?

That�I�got�lucky.

That�you�can�handle�anything.

Got�a�news�flash for�you,�Molly.

Gravy�train's�over.

You�can�tell�the�upstairs�maid,

you�can�tell the�downstairs�maid.

You�can�tell�that dickhead�driver,

"Best�to�get�off at�the�next�stop."

Slow�down,�Mr.�Rohr.

I-I�don't�quite�grasp what�you're�meaning.

Time�has�come�for everybody�in�the�castle

to�save�your�own�asses.

Subpoenas. Got�one�for�each�of�you.

Miss�Murphy,�if�I�were�you, I'd�cooperate.

[Heart's�"Barracuda"�playing]

[engine�starts]

So,�this�ain't�the�end

I�saw�you�again�today

I�had�to�turn my�heart�away...

Hey,�Moustafa.

What�happened�to�the�BMW?

I�hated�that�Nazi�shitbox.

I'm�a�red,�white�and blue-blooded�patriot.

I�drive�American.

And�right�now,�so�do�you. Get�in.

Fuck�off.

Why�you�getting so�testy�with�me?

My�girlfriend's�3,000�miles�away because�of�you.

Well,�you're�in�luck.

It's�time�for�Victoria�Dryden to�come�on�home,

which�is�why�I�need�you.

So�I�say�again,�with�increasing urgency�and�agitation,

get�in.

No�deal.

But�I�haven't�even laid�out�my�terms.

No�matter�what�you�say, the�answer�will�be

an�emphatic�no.

Miss�Hofmann,�are�you�really that�confident?

Thank�you�for�wasting my�time,�Counselor.

Well,�before�you�head�back to�the�Ponderosa,

here's�an�updated�list of�the�witnesses

we�plan�to�call�at�trial.

Would�have�been�nice�to�get�this to�us�a�little�sooner.

Apologies.�We're�spread a�little�thin�here.

You�know, new�cases�every�day.

She�asked�for protective�custody.

Jackie's�handling�that.

Which�is�what�you paid�him�for,�right?

[Hofmann] � Anything�Victoria�says about�Dominique�Zanghi

will�be�hearsay.

The�30-second�incoherent, drug-induced�phone�call

won't�carry�weight�in�court.

I'll�make�sure�of�that.

I�doubt�they'll�ask about�Dominique.

They�don't�need�to.

Victoria�attacks�your�character, we�dismantle�hers.

History�of�self-destructive behavior.

Prescription�medication for�mental�health�issues.

Might�be�our�only viable�option.

We�used�to�fight, Victoria�and�I.

Sometimes�I�even�provoked�her to�toughen�her�up.

Until�now,�I�never�realized...

...she�truly�hates�me. [chuckles]

Sinclair...

if�we're�not�tactical, we�could�lose.

Sleep�on�this.

I�need�to�find�Victoria.

Gotta�reason�with�her.

In�the�meantime,�if�my�wife asks�about�the�case,

you�do�not�mention�my�daughter.

Tell�her�that�we�are�in...

We're�in�good�shape.

Why?

Well,�I�don't�want�to�give Letitia�a�reason�to�worry.

We�need�to�be�tactical, as�you�say.

-[knock�on�door] -Yeah?

I�wanted�to�wish�you�luck on�the�Dryden�trial,

and�offer�some unsolicited�advice.

Oh,�the�best�kind.

You�probably�think�that�you�need to�focus�on�the�male�jurors;

that�women�are�more�likely to�believe�women.

But�the�dividing�line is�usually�age.

Right.�Young�people�tend to�identify�with�the�victim

while�old�people,�they�think, "Grow�a�pair�of�balls,�kid."

We�lost�a�case�like�this back�in�Chicago.

Did�a�study�to�tighten�up our�voir�dire.

During�your�opening and�closing�arguments,

aim�for�the�gray�hair.

Well,�look�at�you�being all�genuine�and�helpful.

You�said�we're�not�a�team.�Fine.

But�a�creep�like�Dryden needs�to�be�crushed.

[indistinct�chatter]

[bailiff]�Your�Honor, we�are�convened�today

in�the�matter�of�the Commonwealth�v.�Sinclair�Dryden.

[judge] Mr.�Ward,�you�may�proceed

with�your�opening�statement.

Sinclair�Dryden�raped�women.

He�drugged�them, undressed�them,

put�a�condom�on�his�genitals,

and�then�he�penetrated their�unconscious,

unconsenting�bodies.

Now,�does�that�make�you uncomfortable?

Good.

Perhaps�it'll�give�you�a�sense of�how�his�victims�felt.

I�mean,�the�man poisoned�women

for�his�own�gratification.

Why?�I�do�not�know.

But�that�doesn't�matter.

What�matters�is�that this�happened.

You'll�get�to�hear how�it�happened

step�by�step,�straight�from one�of�the�women

whose�life�he�infected.

Now,�the�defense

will�most�likely�try to�shame�this�woman.

Convince�you�that�she's an�opportunist,�a�liar,

-or�even�weak. -[whispers�inaudibly]

Why?�Because�that's the�easiest�way

to�obscure�the�truth.

The�witness�is�fully�aware

that�she�will�be�ridiculed

and�embarrassed�and�harassed.

But�she�still�wants to�take�the�stand.

That�should�tell�you all�you�need�to�know.

She's�willing�to�endure more�pain

just�so�she�can�stop Sinclair�Dryden.

Now,�we�have�a�mountain of�evidence

that�will�prove�his�guilt.

Toxicology�reports, surveillance�cam�footage.

Sworn�testimony�from�key�figures of�his�staff.

Now,�if�all�of�this doesn't�demonstrate

a�pattern�of�criminal�behavior beyond�reasonable�doubt,

Victoria�Dryden- Sinclair's�own�daughter-

will�put�her�hand�on�a�Bible

and�tell�you�exactly

what�kind�of�man�her�father�is.

Let�that�sink�in.

His�own�child�thinks he's�a�sexual�predator.

[screen�door�slams]

[Joe] You�here�about�the�lawsuit?

No.�Take�the�money. Take�the�house.

Whatever�else�you�want.

Except�the�model�airplanes. Those�are�in�the�trash.

Then�what�are�you�doing�here?

I�came�to�say...

I'm�sorry.

For�hitting�you. That's�not�who�I�am.

Oh,�I�guess�you�want�me to�apologize�in�return.

No.�You�had�30�years. You�lost�your�chance.

Your�husband�told�me to�stay�away,�so�I�did.

Before�that?

What�would�you�like�me to�have�said?

That�I�was�ashamed?

I�don't�even�know.

I�went�to�see�your�son. Yeah,�my�brother.

Ah,�he�loves�you.

Says�you�take�care�of�him.

Which�fucks�me�up�even�more.

With�Junior I�can�be�a�parent.

With�you, I'll�always�be�the�villain.

No,�there�was�good,�too. I�remember.

Going�to�the�playground after�church.

Sledding�at�Whitman�Park whenever�there�was�enough�snow.

Since�I�was�14,�all�I�wanted was�an�explanation

so�I�could�stop�blaming�myself.

You�know, make�the�hurt�go�away.

But�seeing�you back�at�the�house,

looking�at�you�right�now,

I�realize�that�shit doesn't�really�go�away.

I�just�gotta�learn to�live�with�it.

You�shouldn't�have�done what�you�did,�Dad.

Not�to�your�daughter. Not�to�anyone.

Jennifer,�if�you�didn't know�this�before,

you�should�know�it�now.

You�don't�need�jack�shit from�me.

That's�the�first�decent�thing you�ever�said�to�me,�Dad.

[loudly] Hello?

Letitia?

Hello?

Honey?

soft,�slow�music

And�Theseus�killed�the�minotaur

with�his�bare�hands.

Due�to�unforeseeable circumstances,

the�trial�will�be�postponed.

This�was�very�foreseeable, Your�Honor.

The�defendant�never�should�have been�granted�bail.

But�that's�a�moot�point.

The�defendant,�he's�unconscious in�a�hospital�bed.

We�can't�proceed�without�him.

We�will�resume�when�Mr.�Dryden is�medically�cleared

to�stand�trial.

Court�is�adjourned.

[bailiff] All�rise.

I�know,�kid.�It's�fucked�up.

Fucked�up and�more�of�the�same.

This�is�what�he�does. He�gets�away.

[indistinct�chatter]

-What�do�you�got? -The�notes�you�asked�for.

Thank�you.

[sighs]

[woman] Quiet�on�the�set.

[man] Do�you�need�a�minute?

-No.�I'm�ready,�thank�you. -[woman]�And�in�four,

three...

So,�Ms.�Quays,�tell�us the�ACLU's�position

on�this�case.

Well,�unions�don't�exist to�provide�cheap�labor

for�corporations,�or�voting blocks�for�politicians.

They�exist�to�protect their�workers.

Which�is�why�the�construction union's�inaction

is�beyond�unacceptable.

Hernando�Mendoza�was�the�victim of�criminal�negligence.

The�union�did�nothing. They've�still�done�nothing.

The�question�we�need answered�now�is:�why?

hypnotic�music

[exhales�sharply]

Fuck.

[Jenny]�Yeah,�I�knew something�was�going�on.

I'm�not�a�total�fucking�idiot.

[Leticia]�Well,�I�thought you�should�hear�it�from�me.

Or�him.

[Jackie]�Hell�hath�no�fury like�a�rich�bitch

who�didn't�get�her�way.

Well,�at�least�she�had the�decency

to�come�and�tell�me�the�truth.

Yeah,�her�demented�version of�the�truth

to�gaslight�you and�get�at�me.

I�only�told�Jenny�what I�thought�she'd�want�to�hear.

Nothing�more.

I'm�finished,�so�I'll�leave.

Don't�come�looking�for�me

or�I'll�get�a�restraining�order.

You�knew�what�your�boss was�doing�to�those�poor�girls

-and�you�still�went�to�work. -[door�closes]

Well,�no,�no, that-that�was�because...

You�wanted�to�keep fucking�his�wife.

There's�no�denying I'm�a�piece�of�shit,

so�I�will�resist�the�urge

to�talk�my�way�back into�your�graces.

You�sure?

You�don't�want�to�tell�me some�story�about

something�your�mom�did to�fuck�you�up?

You're�always�hiding behind�your�stories.

Yeah.�Being�with�you day�after�day,

I�hear�the�same�shit over�and�over.

-No�surprises. -No�surprises,�Jen.

I�could�say�the�same fucking�thing�about�you.

I�have�a�brother.

I�saw�my�father�again, and�I�slept�with�someone.

You�did�what?

I�slept�with�someone.

Out�of�spite.

But�also�'cause�I�wanted�to.

-Who? -Doesn't�matter�who.

I�disagree.

He's�who�I�think he�is,�right?

-Right. -Well,

there's�a�twist.

You're�just�as�big a�piece�of�shit�as�I�am.

Yep.

We're�fuckin'�perfect for�each�other.

[scoffs] I'll�pack�a�bag.

Mine's�already�packed.

I�need�out�of�this�house.

[victory�music�playing]

-[cheers�and�applause] -

Thank�you.�Thank�you.

Thank�you.

[cheering�continues]

I�want�to�thank�each�of�you for�your�help,

your�support, your�hard�work,

and�most�importantly, your�votes!�Ha,�ha!

[cheers�and�applause]

[applause�continues]

Thank�you.

Very�well�done,�sir.

[indistinct�chatter]

Good�job�at�the�Dryden�trial.

There�was�no�trial. The�defendant�is�comatose.

Because�you�were�gonna�win. Sinclair�knew�that.

Surrendered. Sliced�open�the�underbelly.

Seppuku.

Ahh.

[Decourcy]�All�those�years working�with�him,

collaborating�on�the�same�cases,

you�didn't�know what�he�was�doing?

No.�But�even�if�I�did, knowing�isn't�enough.

You�could�have�done some�digging.

Could've�found�some�proof, like�we�did.

Yeah,�well, everything�worked�out

sweet�as�sugar�in�the�end.

And�good�news,

I'm�appointing�you interim�District�Attorney.

Why?

-That's�really�your�response? -That's�really�my�response.

Because�you're�good at�this,�Decourcy.

You're�fierce�and�fearless,

and�committed�to�doing the�right�thing.

You're�a�massive�ache in�the�ass,

but�there's�no�denying you�were�built�for�this�job.

I�agree.

[chuckles]

Something�you�should�learn.

Being�in�charge�means you're�always�gonna

piss�someone�off.

Every�decision�makes this�person�happy

and�that�person�miserable.

I�have�no�doubt�you�will�excel at�the�second�part.

You�know, I�find�myself�wondering

how�Sinclair�knew�so�much

about�our�investigation.

Felt�like�he�had someone�on�the�inside

feeding�him�information every�step�of�the�way.

I�intend�to�look�into�that.

[indistinct�chatter]

[door�closes]

[rapid�scrubbing]

Thought�you�had�a�date�tonight.

I�did.

But�I�left.

Walked�out�of�the�restaurant and�came�straight�here.

Why�would�you�do�that?

You�know,�we�get�bugs�when you�don't�clean�the�stove.

Duly�noted.

Chris,�I'm�sorry.

But�after�Russ�Wallace and-and�Hank�Signa

and�the�funerals and�the�fuckin'�bagpipes,

I�just...�I�got�scared,

and�I�took�the�easy�way�out.

And�all�that�stuff should�have�made�me

hold�onto�you�tighter.

And�I�think�we�should�try�again.

[dramatic�music�playing�on�TV]

[door�shuts�loudly]

-You�said�no? -Julietta,�please.

Mom�asked�to�be�a�family�again, and�you�said�no?

Sweetheart, we're�still�a�family.

No,�we're�not,�thanks�to�you!

-Aiden's�right. -Wait.

-Give�me�a�chance... -[door�opens]

[door�slams]

[sighs]

Ah,�Miss�Rohr, so�sorry�for�the�wait.

Been�a�busy�day.

So,�what�can�I�do�for�you?

I�have�a�brother. A�half�brother.

He's�in�a�mental�health facility.

He's�been�there�for�years,

and�I�would�like�to�become his�legal�guardian.

When�I�said�I�wanted to�buy�you�dinner

to�celebrate�your life-changing�promotion,

this�isn't�quite�what I�had�in�mind.

I�was�craving�shrimp�lo�mein.

[sighs]�Lo�mein�is�what�you normally�eat.

I�figured�we�could do�something�special.

Look,�I'm�happy. Deliriously�happy.

But�if�I�start�thinking I'm�special

because�of�what�I�do,�that�would just�make�me�a�dickhead.

Well,�I�feel�special on�your�behalf.

[Decourcy]�Here,�let�me�run�out and�grab�the�food.

[glass�shatters]

You�got�a�mouth�on�you, Ms.�Quays.

Talking�shit�about the�construction�union�on�TV.

Words�don't�work�with�you.

So�how�do�I�get�you to�take�me�seriously?

Drop�it.

-Drop�it. -[crowbar�clangs]

Now�leave,�or�I�will�kill�you.

All�right.

Next�time,�I'll�bring�mine.

That's�enough,�Decourcy.

-How�many�times? -I�don't�know.

How�many�times�did that�man�threaten�you?

I�don't�know.

-More�than�once? -Yes.

And�you�never�told�me?

-Oh,�I�couldn't. -Why?�Why,�Siobhan?

I�understand�why�you�lied about�Lulu,�but�this?

Why�would�you�bring�up�Lulu?

Because�I�don't�like being�left�in�the�dark,

-especially�by�you. -There�are�things

that�I�need�to�handle�myself.

And�with�all�the�bullshit that's�happened,

I�was�worried�you'd�run�off and�do�something�reckless.

Reckless?�Reckless?

What,�you�don't trust�my�judgment?

Was�I�wrong?

Decourcy, you�almost�shot�that�man.

Yes.

And�I�would've�to�protect�you.

[shaky�breath]

You�know,�when�I�first�started at�the�Bureau,

you-you�took�a�bunch�of�us out�drinking.

[chuckles]�You�must've�downed, like,�six�whiskeys

in�the�first�30�minutes,

but�if�you�were�fucked�up, you�kept�that�to�yourself.

[scoffs]

End�of�the�night,

you�gave�us�this�speech

about�how�we�were�gonna�see a�lot�of�bad�shit.

And�how,�when�the�worst of�the�worst�happens,

pretty�much�everyone�asks

the�same�three�questions.

First,�why�me?

It's�a�reflex�to�the�pain.

Uh,�we�think�if,�uh, we�understand

how�something�happened,

that�the�pain�will�go�away.

But�then,�we�take�it�up�a�notch.

"Why,�God?"

It's�desperate. It's�existential.

And�the�third and�final�question:

What's�for�breakfast?

[scoffs]

No�matter�how�horrible the�atrocity,

people�always�forget.

They�move�on.

They�adapt.

It's�how�we�survive,

and�it's�why�bad�shit...

keeps�happening.

But�you�told�us

that�we�weren't�allowed�to�ask that�third�question.

That�our�job�was to�never�forget,

to-to�never�stop,

'cause�what�we�do�is too�important.

So�we�keep�going,

when�everybody�else�is�at�home hugging�their�families.

And�eating�fucking�quiche.

[scoffs]

Your�wife�is�gone.

Your�daughter�is�gone.

But�I'm�here.

And�I'm�gonna�be�here in�this�chair

every�fucking�day

until�I�drag�your�ass�to�prison or�to�the�fucking�morgue.

And�I�know�you�can�hear�me in�there.

So�fuck�you�for�not�responding.

"Whipping�Post" by�The�Allman�Brothers�Band

I've�been�run�down

I've�been�lied�to

And�I�don't�know�why

I�let�that�mean�woman make�me�a�fool

She�took�all�my�money

Wrecks�my�new�car

Now�she's�with�one�of my�good�time�buddies

They're�drinking in�some�crosstown�bar

Sometimes�I�feel

Sometimes�I�feel

Like�I've�been�tied to�the�whipping�post

Tied�to�the�whipping�post

Tied�to�the�whipping�post

Good�Lord, I�feel�like�I'm�dying

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