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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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